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Y/N jumps off ship going into a free-fall
Carol: I didn't know she could fly
Kamala: Oh no she can't she loses all cognitive thinking when she's high off adrenaline
Carol with widened eyes: Wait what?
Kamala: Yeah it's a good thing she has super healing.
Carol activating her comms: Monica will you please catch y/n before she turns into a pancake
Monica holding you by the collar of your suit: I already got her
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brooooswriting · 3 months
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Connected
Carol Danvers x reader (romantic), Monica Rambeau x reader (platonic), Kamala Khan x reader (platonic)
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Kamala was secretly snooping through Carol's ship while the rest were downstairs when suddenly somebody appeared in front of her. She couldn't stop the squeak that left her as she nearly crashed into you. “Wh-Who the hell are you?” she asked once she stepped back.
“Who the hell are you?” you asked back, questioning the audacity of the girl in your girlfriend's ship. You hadn't heard from her in days, which scared you, so you decided to come back and check if she was alright.
“I-I am Ms. Marvel,” she stuttered out, her answer confusing you significantly, but before you could say anything, Carol and a woman came running up.
“Kamala, are you alright?” the captain called out, her first already glowing as she shoved the younger girl behind herself. “Omg, y/n,” she swooned as soon as she saw you. “What are you doing here?” she added as she let go of Kamala, signaling to them that you weren't a threat.
“What I am doing here?” you asked sarcastically, picking up a dishcloth on the table beside you. “You haven't reached out in days, not answering my calls, not texting back. Nothing. Jeez. I thought you died,” you growled at her, hitting her with the cloth you picked up before.
“Alright, alright, can you calm for a second? I want you to meet somebody. This is Kamala Khan, and this is Monica Rambeau, also known as Luitenant Trouble.” She pointed to each of them so you could reach out and shake their hands. You couldn't help but smile when she said Luitenant trouble; she had always told you about the girl and how much she missed her. “And now, how about we go down? So we have a bit of privacy.” Without saying anything, you started to walk toward the stairs. Carol following you like a lost puppy.
You crossed your arms once you stood across from the blonde, an annoyed look on your face. She stood still for a moment, contemplating what to do next. “Don't ever. And I mean ever. Ghost me like that again, or I am going to kick your ass into the next universe,” you threatened, your tone serious.
“I'm sorry, it's just… a lot has happened, and I was so stressed that I didn't even have time to check my phone, love.” She took a step closer to you before continuing. “Now come here; I missed you.” Carol quickly grabbed your waist and pulled you into a kiss. Without a second thought, your body reacted and kissed her back, your arms wrapping around her neck. You didn't even notice that tears started to stream down your face, the fear of something happening to her finally disappearing.
Once your girlfriend noticed your tears, she pulled away one of her hands, finding your face to wipe away your tears. “It's okay, I'm alright. I'm sorry, baby. I didn't wanna scare you like that. I promise I'll never do it again.” Her muscular arms wrapped around your waist again, her skin touching yours as she scooted them under your hoodie. Her hands rested on your back as you buried your face in her neck, your sobs slowly dying down as she used her powers to heat up her hands. Something she knew calmed you down and helped with your constant back pains. You finally felt content until suddenly the body pressed against your felt… well… different.
Before you could pull back, the other person pulled away. “Iuh, please tell me you didn't do anything sexual,” you recognized Monica's voice and couldn't hide your small smile when you saw that she had her eyes closed.
“You can open your eyes; we were just hugging”
Before anyone could say something else, you heard the captain scream out of annoyance. “Monica, powers. Now,” and a second later, Carol stood in front of you again.
“I-what?” your head tilted to the side, and your brows were furrowed as you tried to piece together what just happened.
“I'll explain in a moment. It's a long story. But first, I want another hug and kiss, this time without switching. I promise.” You fell into her arms again, pressing several small kisses against her lips.
After that, you went back upstairs and joined the other two. Each of them sat on a beanbag while you and Carol sat next to each other on the bed, the blonde's arm wrapped around you while her hand rested on your waist. They, mainly Monica, actually explained what the deal was, and you were more than confused.
Turns out, Carol was not the only one who played with her powers when she was nervous or bored. One moment, you stood in the bathroom with your girlfriend behind you, a hand on your waist as both of you brushed your teeth. And the next a confused teenager had her hand on your waist and stood behind you. You, as well as the teenager, let out a yelp and jumped away from each other before groaning. Kamala immediately started to apologize as she avoided your eyes.
You quickly spit out the toothpaste so you could calm down the girl. “Kamala, Kam- it's alright. It's not your fault, hon. We all have to get used to it.” Your hands landed on her shoulders to stop her pacing. “Now, come on, let's go to the others.” You walked out with the girl behind you. Carol was sitting on the bed with an annoyed look. The moment you stepped out, hell broke loose, the three girls arguing and discussing without listening to each other. You rolled your eyes before whistling loudly, making them stop.
“OK, we will need some rules. While I find all of you lovely, I’d appreciate it if you all weren't constantly in my girlfriend's place. So, first rule: no playing around with your powers out of boredom, Carol, no heating up your hands while hugging or anything.” You threw the blonde a glance before continuing. “Second, if you use your powers, just call out quickly so nobody gets hurt, alright? Last rule, before you guys fight any fight, you'll train how to deal with this.” You saw in their eyes that they wanted to start again, so you spoke up again. “Now, go brush your teeth, and then go to bed. Everybody.” All three of them nodded, Monica and Kamala, making their way to brush their teeth.
“She’d be a great mum,” Kamala whispered to Monica, making you laugh.
While the rest got ready for bed, you and Carol got into bed. Your head rested on her chest as she wrapped her arms around you, kissing your head softly. “Tomorrow, you have to tell me how your see-again with Monica was.”
This would be a wild week in which Kamala couldn't keep eye contact with you for even a second.
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denwritesandcries · 3 months
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ugh, the urge to write for a certain character but their fandom/tags are practically dead
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fandomnerd9602 · 5 months
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Y/N walks into Beast’s lab…
Y/N: hey Hank I-
Y/N spots Monica for the first time…
Y/N: you single?
Monica: I’m from another universe!
Y/N: I’m willing to make a long distance relationship work
Monica giggles…
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always there
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monica rambeau x reader
18+: fluff, mentions of grief, friends to lovers
a/n: fluff is not my strong suit :/ but i adore this woman so i did it anyway | wc: 1.5k
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You were friends before it happened - long-time colleagues. You were there for her when she came back from the snap, hugging her so tightly after missing her for five years and you were there to comfort her with the loss of her mother.
Each time she needed to cry, you were there. Each time she needed to sit in silence, you were there. You had both experienced loss and pain and complete anguish; everything you knew had changed within the blink of an eye, your closest friend had turned to dust, half of the world along with her, and for half a decade you lived with emptiness.
You found a home with Maria with your shared loss. You stayed by her side through the empty space her daughter left behind and you stayed with her when the end rolled around. You promised her to never forget Monica and, if the time arose, to let her know her mother would always be with her in some kind of way.
Just as those times before, you were there for her when she changed. When a newfound surge coursed through her body with a foreign buzz of electricity. You helped her learn, to come to terms with the new reality that was thrust upon her. It takes an uncomfortable period of readjustment to make peace with the fact you’ve changed so greatly; hands that once were merely soft now held power.
She’d flinch away to begin with. Any time your own hands dared too close to hers she’d pull away before anything could happen, though your earnest reassurance was comforting it didn’t change her fear. She never wants to hurt you.
But Monica trusted you and your words of kindness through it all; you told her she wasn't dangerous and she listened.
Her head lay in your lap and your fingers absentmindedly played with a piece of her hair. Despite it all, she'd developed a new appreciation for sitcoms and her favourite played out on the television in front of you.
Monica had called you earlier in the day with tears straining her voice, the old shirt that belonged to her mother was soft against her skin but the pain of loss was just as sharp as ever. You were the only person she wanted to be there with her through her grief, the only one she would dare to let in when the empty space left behind consumed her.
“It’s okay,” you whispered when she opened the door to let you in - you'd discarded everything else to be there for her. She clung to you whilst cries shook her body and you knew you didn't have to say anything, you just had to be there. “It’s okay, I’m here.”
You scoured her cupboards for her favourite tea and you couldn't help but mirror the small smile she mustered when she took the mug you offered to her.
“Can we watch Bewitched?” she mumbled once the quiet of your company had soothed her. Her voice was muffled behind her cup and you could see the sheepish smile that quirked her lips in the way the skin beside her eyes crinkled.
“Of course.”
The sound of her laugh was enough to let you know you'd helped. Her body relaxed when she flung herself over your legs despite the discomfort you felt; she only muttered a teasing remark at the huff you let out.
“I’m literally an orphan, the least you can do is suffer a little cramp.”
You couldn't help but laugh at your best friend and she giggled at the shove you gave her at her comment but, of course, you let her stay.
“Wow, for someone with superpowers you're not much of an opponent, Rambeau,” you mocked, wiping the sweat that had formed across your forehead.
“Just takin’ it easy on you,” she smirked, letting the white glow take over her eyes for just a second.
“Scared your sparring partner’s better than you?” you joked, throwing a punch she easily dodged.
“Oh, I wouldn't be so sure of yourself,” she laughed.
Over time you'd quelled her fear of training with you. What had been a regular occurrence had dwindled to nothing and practicing your hand-to-hand skills with anybody else was nowhere near as fun.
But with her, reassurance is key, and now she almost resents the fact she’d rid you of your partner for so long.
However, her certainty faced its challenger once more when a spark of power knocked you off your feet.
“Mon, it's fine, I promise,” you uttered again as her shaking hand swiped a cloth across the bleeding cut that decorated the apple of your cheek.
“No, it's not, “ she signed. Again. You groaned at her stubbornness and let the quiet between you linger; you pushed down the way you wanted to wince at the sting and instead focused in on the softness of her fingers on your skin. The gentle way they held your jaw.
“Got any fun band-aids?”
“Of course,” she answered with a smile that pulled at her cheeks. “I keep them for you.”
The way your heart beat faster at her sentiment was laced with melancholic trepidation. You never meant to fall like this but Monica was your ray of sun.
“I’m sorry,” she spoke as a caring touch applied a bandage to your injury. “I’ll practice more - I’ll control it better. I can't hurt you again. I’m-”
“If the word sorry comes out of your mouth one more time I’ll make sure I win the next fight.”
“Fine,” she sighed and took the hand you offered. “I just don't trust myself around you.”
She masked the hidden meaning of her words behind a small smile when you gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
“I think it might be impossible for you to hurt me, Monica Rambeau,” you breathed, feeling the heat of her body with how close you were. “Lunch is on you.”
You lay beside her beneath the darkened night sky and hung on her every word as she spoke.
You listened to her talk about the stars, looking over at her to see her hands move in front of her with each passionate mumble; you know that with each glance you take at her it's as though she placed them up in space just for you.
Her voice was the utmost comfort to you; whether it was voicing facts or aggravated rantings about the absence of her aunt. She's uttered her appreciation for you more times than you can count; the stability of your presence that never wavers. If you let yourself linger on the truth, you'd know you couldn't bear to be without her. She couldn't be without you.
“I’ve been working on something for you,” she announced, pulling you to sit next to her. You'd not noticed the comfortable silence that had surrounded you though you suppose that's just a perk of being so close to somebody. Even the quiet is enough to feel like home.
“You have?”
The way she nodded with a grin made your cheeks warm and the nudging of her leg into yours brought the painful wave of bliss to the surface.
“Mhm.”
Her hands glowed, fingers guiding patterns of light between you in swirls of pulsing electricity. Something about the soft buzz of it against your palms reminded you of her, of your stomach when you think of her laugh.
She let the power entwine itself around your hands, tickling against you with shapes resembling that of the night sky above you. She showed you incandescent glimmers of handmade constellations, white light glowing at your fingertips. The warming of your body when her hand brushed yours was overwhelming.
“If I could reach up there and give you a star of your own, I would,” she whispered. The earnest glint in her eye made it impossible to keep the bashful smile you gave her at bay. “Thank you.”
“What for?”
“For everything. For being here. For staying with my mom. For being you,” she spoke, sliding her fingers between yours as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Of course,” you returned. You couldn't imagine a time where you wouldn't leave it all behind for her. The stroking of your thumb over hers filled her with yearning. She loves you but she's scared to say it. How could you love her in return?
“Why’re you so good to me, hm?”
“Because you're you.”
Monica cupped your face in her hand with nothing but softness and her eyes were just as adoringly gentle; her thumb swiped across your bottom lip with a curious musing, aching to rid you both of the space that separated you.
“I love you,” she whispered with her lips ghosting yours, sighing against you when you closed that wretched gap that kept you apart.
Your lips slotted together as though they were made to be this way, her tongue was created for you to taste and just like a perfectly concocted elixir, it was sweeter than anything. You felt drunk on the feel of her; the hands she placed on your waist, the tongue she pushed past your lips.
Just like the stars that shone above your bodies that clung together, you know this moment will exceed you. The shared feelings will last longer than either of you could begin to comprehend.
And when she pulled away for you both to breathe, you ached to taste her again.
“I love you too.”
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caroldantops · 1 year
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heat lightning
ship: monica rambeau x reader
summary/request:  monica deals with having to see carol again. you help distract her. (inspired by this ask, but is much softer than expected)
word count: 858
warnings: smut (18+ only), fluff and a tiny hint of angst from monica, vaginal fingering (reader receiving), lil bit of marking kink
please do not mark with community label - warnings are listed above and smut is under the cut.
masterlist | ao3 link
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“I just don’t understand why she’s acting like she did nothing wrong.” Monica slams the fridge shut. You flinch at the sudden noise, and she gives you an apologetic look. She’s been like this since she got home. Since she saw Carol again for the first time in who knows how many years. “Like, I get it. Duty calls. The universe needs a hero. But you’re telling me she can show up to fight Thanos, but making a trip to visit us when mom was…Sorry. I know you’re tired of hearing it.”
“Monica,” you reach out for her from your spot sitting on the counter. She moves to stand between your legs, wrapping her arms around your waist. You’re only wearing underwear and one of her S.W.O.R.D. t-shirts, so it’s easy for her to rub circles into your sides with her thumbs, a soothing motion that’s almost second nature to her. “You know I’m here for you for anything, right?”
“Of course. Of course, I know that.”
“And that includes listening to you vent about Carol for the umpteenth time. But…” Monica sighs, knowing what’s coming. Fury’s already lectured her on being civil. “You two are linked whether you like it or not, now. So, until we figure out what the hell is going on, you’re gonna have to play nice.”
“I know, babe. I’m not gonna drag it out.”
“I didn’t think you would, but I just have to say it. Look on the bright side, maybe you’ll have a wonderfully teary reconciliation.”
Monica rolls her eyes, shoving your shoulder a bit as she steps out of your arms. She seems at least a little more at ease now - or at the very least not slamming things anymore. You follow her like a lost puppy as she moves into the living room to the couch. She raises an eyebrow at you as you wait for her to sit down before you straddle her lap, plopping yourself down on her plush thighs.
“Can I help you?”
“What? Can’t I innocently sit in my girlfriend's lap?”
“Knowing you, no.”
“I just thought that you might want a nice distraction,” you mumble, dipping your head to press your lips against Monica’s jaw. She sighs, hands coming up to glide up your bare thighs. You kiss your way up to her lips and whisper against them. “Is this okay?”
“More than okay,” she whispers back, capturing her lips with her own. You groan against her mouth as she deepens the kiss, tongue swiping into your mouth. Monica allows you to have the upper hand for a few minutes, moaning as you suck on her tongue and nibble at her bottom lips. All of that control quickly leaves as soon as her hand cups you over your underwear, smiling into the kiss as she plays with the damp material. “Wet for me already?”
You manage to nod as she rubs up and down along your slit, admiring how quickly you start soaking through the fabric. “More…”
“Someone’s greedy.”
Before you can react, Monica maneuvers so that you’re pinned against the couch, staring up at her. She tugs down your underwear and pulls your shirt up over your tits, leaving open mouthed kisses in her wake before latching onto one of your nipples. You yelp as she bites down, tugging in a way that makes your back arch. Suddenly, she’s pushing two fingers inside of you, curling them just right so you jerk your hips against her.
Monica’s quieter than usual today, not praising you through each thrust like she normally would. She’s instead hyper focused on leaving bruises and bite marks all over your chest and stomach, marking you as her own. She grinds herself against your thigh as she works you up, flustered moans lost against your skin. At some point the heat from your bodies moving together is too much for her to stay clothed, so she pauses to tug off her clothes and finally pulls your shirt over your head and tosses them on the floor.
It doesn’t take much time for her to squeeze a third, and then fourth, finger into you, pausing only to admire the way that you’re soaking her hand with each push and pull of her digits inside of you.
Your climax comes slowly, instead of crashing waves it creeps up and fades gently like the tide against sand. Monica stops leaving bruises over your body so she can kiss you again, sighing as she cums against your thigh from the sight of you falling apart and clenching around her fingers.
You both pant into each others’ mouths as she slumps against you, body melting against yours. You rub her back, tracing shapes along her skin. Monica is so quiet that you almost think that she’s fallen asleep, but her lips kissing your neck tell you otherwise.
“Thanks,” she mumbles against you.
“For what?”
“I don’t know. Being good to me.”
“Any time,” you smile, kissing her temple. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Great. You order food, I’ll pick a show to watch?”
“Fine, but no sitcoms.”
“I know, I know.”
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lesbian-deadpool · 1 year
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Monica: No offence, but some ladies turn on other ladies way too quickly.
Y/N: ... my gay ass did not hear that correctly.
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tiredeyesight · 1 year
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non-married old married girlfriends
description : you and carol start bickering like an old married couple over a jacket and monica breaks the ice for you guys
word count : 318
a/n : sooo this is a short one but carol is just perfection. also imagine wearing carols jacket, pretty sure that’s heaven anyways. my requests are open and i hope you enjoy!💓
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‘remember your jacket’ carol reminds you for the seventh time as your getting ready to go into town with her and monica. you groan as a response as her consistent reminder of a jacket. monica giggles as she watched the scene before her.
carol gets the car warmed up and ready to go as you finally get monica to leave without her figurines so she doesn’t lose them which is a constant habit of hers. after about a ten to fifteen minutes you finally arrive in town. monica gleefully laughs as she drags you two into some random shop along the street.
you shivered in the cold breeze and carol takes notice, ‘did you bring your jacket like i reminded you a thousand times about?’. with no response she took that as a no. ‘it was by accident, it’s on the weird chair in the dining room but i was busy rushing to the car it just slipped my mind!’ this time it was carol’s turn to groan
‘here just take mine, it’s not that cold for me’ carol offered certain. ‘no no no no it’s okay, it’s my fault for leaving my jacket at home. i’ll survive.’ ‘y/n, just take it.’ monica yet again giggles at the scene of two grown women bickering about who wears a jacket.
after about two more minutes the bickering got annoying as monica began rolling her eyes taking the two girlfriends all around town without them even knowing. ‘you guys are like an old married couple yuck’ monica spoke as they still quietly argued about the jacket. that simple sentence caused you both to freeze in place.
after a moment of processing what monica had just said you both laughed and smiled warmly at each other. ‘maybe we are bound to be an old married couple’ you whispered hiccuping lightly after laughing too much. ‘yea, yea maybe we are’ carol added
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rodeo-clowns · 1 year
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Masterlist
Feel free to request for any of these characters, except for Cassie Howard. 
-Rory Gilmore 
nothing yet!
- Sarah Sanderson
She's My Witch
Sarah Sanderson with a female s/o: Headcanons
- Beth Harmon
nothing yet!
- Deena Johnson
nothing yet!
- Alice Cullen
What Alice Cullen with a Vampire Gf would be like headcanons
Alice Cullen: Snuggle and Kissing Headcanons 
- Bella Swan
nothing yet!
- Lexi Howard
nothing yet!
- Lexie Grey
nothing yet!
- Cristina Yang
nothing yet!
- Monica Rambeau
nothing yet!
- Rachel Green
nothing yet!
- Monica Geller
nothing yet!
- Phoebe Buffay
nothing yet!
-Cassie Howard
Lover
You know I’d do Anything
- Pietro Maximoff
Dream a Little Dream of Me
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jamiedc-they-them · 5 months
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Saw Marvels yesterday and it was really good! Requests are now including all 3 of them! (Platonic of course, please!)
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silver-pieces · 2 years
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Marvel Girlfriend May!
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Pairing: mcu!women x reader (both gn! and fem!)
Synopsis: One Marvel girlfriend for each day of the month of May!
Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, general warnings for smut, angst, fluff, content will vary so please read the individual warnings!
A/N: I don’t know where this idea came from, but here we are!
Starting with May Parker and ending with Melinda May, I will write and post a drabble for a different marvel woman for each day.
Please feel free to tag me in your mcu!women x reader stories - even if we’ve never interacted before, I’d love to read and reblog any mcu!women x reader stories that come my way!
Divider ❊ Guidelines ❊ Masterlist ❊ Taglist
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1. May Parker ~ a friendly neighbour ~ 2.1k
2. Wanda ~ you will beg ~ 4.3k
3. Sersi ~ firelight tryst ~ 405
4. Kate Bishop ~ purity curbs my tongue ~ 890
5. Maria Hill ~ sleight of hand ~ 1k
6. Claire Temple ~ tunnel of you ~ 1.4k
7. Natasha Romanoff ~ you could do better ~ 3k
8. Sarah Wilson ~ my best friend’s sister ~ 940
9. Okoye ~ these abundant skies ~ 677
10. Sif ~ bathed in light ~ 868
11. Ravonna Renslayer ~ again ~ 461
12. Jemma Simmons ~ a cute dress ~ 593
13. Misty Knight ~ onto you ~ 2.6k
14. Carol Danvers ~ divine gifts ~ 1.2k
15. Nakia ~ fresh water ~ 2.1k
16. Jessica Jones ~ burn eventually ~ 1.6k
17. Makkari ~ blue ~ 588
18. Bobbi Morse ~ who’s your daddy? ~ 493
19. Karen Page ~ kiss me? ~ 554
20. In progress
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It Was Real For Me Too Monica Rambeau x Reader
Summary: Monica is convinced you hated every second being trapped in Wanda's hex with her. In reality she couldn't be more wrong if only she gave you the chance to explain.
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Carol raised a single eyebrow walking into the storage room of her ship. Where she kept all her extra cargo and miscellaneous items to see Monica rummaging around. The sound of stuff falling from the shelves along with someone whispering curse words is what drew her there. She already knew the identity of the culprit considering they were only four people on her ship counting herself.
You were off playing twenty questions with Kamala, and she was sure the young girl was taking notes for her fanfiction. That only left one person, and she'd been scarce from the moment you arrived on the ship.
"Is there something I can help you find?" Carol asked smirking when Monica jumped a little bit.
She threw a quick glare at the superhero who was still more of a mother figure to her. Then went back to searching through various boxes on the floor without a word. Her relationship was already rocky since the two still haven't worked through the abandonment issue, but it only got worse. When Carol decided to call you in to assist on the mission without consulting her first.
"Mon come on you're not the one who has to reorganize all this later" Carol pleaded.
"Do you have any liquor or wine on this ship?"
"I do but you won't find it here."
Monica stood up and turned around with a frustrated huff. "Where will I find it then?"
"I'll tell you if you answer a few questions."
Monica shook her head in refusal. "You owe me Carol you don't get to holdout on me."
"I do if you want the only bottle of wine I have plus I need to know what's going with you with what's at stake with this mission. Why does y/n being here bother you so much?"
"Its that obvious huh."
Carol nodded.
Monica let out a groan taking a seat on large container. She tried really hard to keep her cool once she realized you were on the ship. But then the two of you locked eyes, and it was her first time seeing you in almost a year. Her heart skipped a few beats as her legs turned into jelly when you hit her with that dazzling smile. The term absence makes the heart grow fonder couldn't be more true in this situation. She'd hope the time spent apart from you would've done the opposite, and erase her feelings for you. They just got stronger.
"I really don't want to talk about it Carol" Monica tried.
"Too bad y/n won't give me anything out of respect for you, and like I said I need to know what I'm dealing with here." Carol persisted not sounding apologetic at all. She was probably enjoying it in some weird way, because now Monica didn't have a choice but to confide in her a little bit.
Monica took a deep breath trying to figure out a way to explain her situation-ship with you without giving away too much. "You know I got trapped in a witch's hex right?"
"Yeah the one that gave you your powers right" Carol said following along.
"Well I kinda left out the part where y/n got trapped in it with me, and we were basically a couple doing couple things. Until I triggered Wanda's memory and she sent me packing." Monica explained hoping she didn't have to elaborate beyond that.
Carol frowned for a second before her eyes widened in shock only for a look of amusement to take over in the end. "Seriously aren't the two of you like best friends?"
"Yeah."
"Okay I get how it that could be weird at first, but it’s been a year. How haven't you two worked this out by now?"
Monica gave no reply and suddenly the container she was sitting on became ten times more interesting.
"Unless there's something else going on you haven't told me" The blonde woman added. A teasing tone in her voice to match the playful smirk on her face.
"Nope there is nothing else to tell" Monica lied. "You know what forget about the wine. Let's just go back to the mission."
She tried to scurry past Carol but a hand reached out catching her by the arm. Her grip strong and while she may have powers none of them let her match Captain Marvel's strength.
"Carol please just drop it."
"Let's go get the wine you're going to need it."
A Few Hours Later
Carol allowed Monica to drink enough to relax her a little bit before cutting her off. She probably would've finished off the bottle if she wasn't stopped. Carol had an idea or two of what was really going on, but decided it was just better until they got the coordinates from Kamala's mind to the next destination. Before trying to get the two of you to work through the issue. She could tell right away you weren't going to the problem in the matter.
You lit up with joy when she walked into the main hub of the ship with Monica in tow. "About time I thought you two were trying to sneak off without us or something."
Carol walked over to retrieve four head-gear contraptions that looked like a head-massager helmet. She gave one out to each of you explaining the process. "This will let us access Kamala's memories and see what she saw on the ship. No need to fear or worry I use it all the time trying to recover the memories. The Kree took me."
Monica shot her a look of sympathy. "Still."
Carol nodded sliding the head piece on.
"Wait will be able too see each other's memories as well?" You asked twisting it around in your hands.
"Yeah but as long as you don't focus on a particular memory too much. We'll be fine and won't be pulled into something else" Carol instructed.
For the first time both you and Monica squirmed a little bit glancing at each other nervously. You put the head piece on after along with Kamala, while your best friend still hesitated.
"Mon come on you got this" You encouraged her softly.
She took a deep breath letting your words wash over her and take effect. All of her worries seemed to disappear just like old times whenever you were by her side. You always looked after her if she fell you'd catch her. She put the head piece on.
Carol took the spacious couch with Kamala by her side. You laid down beside Monica for moral support. It was the first time the woman allowed you to be this close to her since you arrived on the ship. All four of you closed your eyes at the same time letting your minds link to each other. Kamala went back to the first fight with Dar-Benn. You were absent for the showdown, so you took in every single detail not just the coordinates. Carol told you that her powers were linked to Monica's and Kamala's.
You didn't know what she meant until now watching the fight play out. The three of them switching places whenever the other used their light-based powers. Carol brought you in because of your past with Kree she figured you could offer her an inside look on whar Dar-Benn's plan might be. The memory-sharing moved along smoothly as all three of you got a glimpse at the map.
Kamala played the memory back in slow-motion so you three could memorize it. Carol's mind went haywire letting her memories bleed into Kamala's throwing the three of you back into the past. The days of the Blip Carol and and Maria sitting on the front porch of Monica's childhood home talking about Monica, and other things.
Of course Monica freaked out trying to pull out, but not being able too. "Carol stop I don't want to remember this."
"I'm sorry I'm not doing this on purpose." Carol attempted to rein the memories again, but the door was open letting every moment flood out. Including the one where she promised a eleven-year old Monica she'd see her soon. All of you knew how that promise ended.
"Carol that's enough." Monica was begging now her voice cracking as the memory switched to her mother on her deathbed. Without thinking about you took her hand in yours squeezing it.
"Breathe Mon it's okay."
Carol's memories were pushed aside as a new wave took over overpowering her. They belonged to Monica and all of them were with you. The first day you and her met when Nick Fury called you in to help Monica deal with the aftermath of being blipped. Her breaking down in your arms after finding out about Maria's death. All the nights you spent holding her to chase the nightmares away, because your presence was the only thing that could soothe her. The memories were nothing new to you, and innocence. Monica panicked as she felt her control slip though, and memories you might've not been aware of appeared. "How do I stop this."
Now all four of you were back in Westview and while you were aware of what Wanda 's actions. This memory was new to you Monica in her S.W.O.R.D. uniform racing through the neighborhood. She ran right past the home she shared with you in the hex in a rush to get to Wanda. But you were still under mind control walking out the house dressed in high-waist jeans, and a long-sleeved blue shirt.
"Monica honey where did you go?" You called out to her.
She paused upon hearing your voice, and her heart swelled from the adoring look in your eyes. You were so in love for her, but none of it was real. She wished it was.
"You've been gone for a few days. you missed the fall festival did I do something wrong?" You blinked away a few tears as your smile wavered. You were hurt and confused by her disappearance.
Monica told herself back then what she was about to do was completely necessary. There was no harm in keeping the charade going as she wasn't sure of what would happened. If you came to your senses right now. You needed reassurance so that's what she gave you.
"Oh sweetheart you did nothing wrong you could never." Monica said turning back around to close the distance, and take your face in her hands. "You're perfect y/n God you're so freaking perfect I don't deserve you." Her words became more and more sincere as she went on her voice dripping with love.
"Monica-"
She cut off your words with her heartfelt kiss an arm gripping your waist as you melted. Her lips melded perfectly against yours just like all the other times. She pulled away slowly panting with her emotions running high. "I love you. I'll always love you y/n never doubt that okay."
You nodded touching your forehead too hers.
The memory came to an end only for another wave of them to hit. Your grip on her hand was so tight now her hand had gone numb. The two of you dancing in the house. Monica twirling you around by the hand with a happy smile. You climbing into bed with her snuggling up to her until her arms opened. A few more slipped through as Carol and Kamala stayed silent through it all.
"Enough of this." Monica cried tearing her hand free from yours to rip the head piece off bringing the session to an end.
You followed suit eyes flying open to find the spot beside you vacant. Monica was already headed to the the back of the ship.
"Um I'm just going to go stare into space." Kamala said not meeting your eyes. The young girl went over to the pilot seat.
"Don't touch anything Kamala I'll be over in a second" Carol yelled.
"Okay Captain" she replied.
Carol figured she'd start with you first blocking your path to the ship's hangar. "You need to go talk to her."
"She ran away before I could or did you not see that. She's been running from me for nearly a year now Carol" You argued.
"Well maybe it's time you start chasing her y/n." Carol shot back not backing down.
You threw your hands in the air with a humorless chucke. "As if it would make a difference Monica has been avoiding this conversation since Wanda's hex. There is no point even if I corner her she's not going to tell me the truth. I've tried, and all she does is dance around the topic. Until I drop it, you think I enjoy living like this. It sucks not having her around anymore. I went from seeing every single day to once every blue moon." You slammed your hand down on her work table, making it tremble. "Why don't you go try?"
Carol didn't stop you from walking past her this time, noting the watery eyes. She made her way over to Monica, sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. Out of view from the rest of you. She sensed Carol's presence the second the blonde woman walked into the space, and let out a sigh of exasperation.
Carol held up a hand to stop her protesting before she could a word out. "Don't tell me you're fine and nothing is wrong. That's a lie and both us of know it."
"Fine how about I don't want to talk about it" Monica grumbled.
"That's not a luxury you have at this point whatever is going is clouding your judgement right now. A teenage girl has been entrusted into our care, and we made a promise to get her back home in one piece. Which means next time we go into field you and y/n's heads need to be on straight." Carol gave her no other choice sliding down against the wall into a sitting position right next too her. Monica scooted over with a huff.
"Why don't you start from the beginning this time" Carol suggested.
"I was a complete wreck when I came back from being blipped. Just thrown back into the world so different than when I left. My mother was dead, and I never got the chance to say goodbye. On top of that I lost five years of my life, and then I have to hear how Captain Marvel swooped down from space to save the day in the fight with Thanos. I waited for you Carol." Monica paused lifting her head to look Carol in the eyes letting her see the tears gathered in hers.
She realized this wasn't just about dealing with her emotions for you, but was the much needed therapy session about Carol abandoning her for all those years. "I returned to mom's old home in Louisiana hoping you'd show up at some point. I told myself you were going to come back and apologize. Help me get through what happened, but you never did."
"Monica" Carol whispered her name with guilt laced in her voice. "I was bus-."
"Don't you dare" Monica cried the tears not falling from her eyes. "Don't you dare use the same old excuse I was too busy saving the universe. If we're going to have this conservation I want the truth. You want me to be honest about y/n then you're gonna have to be honest with me. Why didn't you ever come back before Thanos?" She fell silent with hardened eyes determined to get an answer.
How did the topic switch from you to her? Monica was like a daughter too her, and she knew she owed the younger woman answers for her absence all those years. But honestly Carol was hoping she'd be able to avoid the conservation a little longer. She wished they could just skip it, and an apology would suffice. But it was obvious Monica wasn't going to let that happen. She wanted an explanation.
"Okay fine you deserve the truth so I'll give it too you" Carol agreed. Letting a few minutes past by before continuing she needed to find the right words.
"Carol come on."
"I did a lot of bad things okay" Carol blurted out.
Monica furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "What."
The blonde woman looked away not wanting to her surrogate daughter’s eyes anymore as she went on. "I know people think heroes can do know wrong, and even when we do. It was necessary or just a mistake, but that's not always true. I acted recklessly trying to fix a problem and only made things worst. The Kree call me the Annihilator and I hate that name with a passion because I deserve it Monica. I destroyed their home, their way of life, and then spent years punishing them for my mistake. I felt guilty and ashamed that's why I stayed away for so long. You looked up to me more than anything. Maria told me that no matter how many heroes there were I'd always be your favorite. I couldn't face you knowing I didn't deserve your admiration anymore."
A single tear escaped sliding down her face Carol acted fast too wipe it away. An arm wrapped around her shoulder, and Monica pulled her in coaxing Carol into dropping her head on her shoulder. She rested her own head on top of her childhood hero's. "Don't be ridiculous Carol you had no way of knowing that your actions would lead to all this. You were just trying to help which is all we can ever do. Sometimes we get it right and other times we get it wrong. No one is perfect." Her words brought peace to Captain Marvel's heart as the weight of her mistakes finally vanished. She couldn't stop the rest of the tears if she wanted to, so Carol just left them fall. The two of them stayed like that a little longer basking in their reconciliation.
"Y/N was the one who got me through it all" Monica finally whispered. Her arm tightening around Carol's shoulder. "She was like this bright star shining my dark and starless world. A beacon of hope bringing me back to life giving me reassurance every step of the way. That somehow I'd be okay again. I'd smile and it would be real one day. It was impossible for me not to fall for her you know."
"So what happened that led to this? Did it start in the hex?" Carol questioned.
"No it was before the hex originally they sent me out on the mission alone, but then Fury asked y/n too tag alone. He was still worried about me. I didn't know what we were walking into, but I had this weird feeling. After everything I lost I wasn't going to risk walking into danger without her knowing the truth. So I kissed her before we left for the mission." Monica took a deep breath pulling her arm away to bury her face into her hands.
Carol rubbed her back trying to give her some comfort. "And" she prompted not wanting to lose her now.
"She pushed me away" Monica whispered. "I knew right then she didn't feel the same. So I ran not wanting to give her the chance to formally reject me. I wouldn't have been able to handle it, and I still don't know if I can Carol."
"Moni-"
"No I don't think you get it every moment between us in that hex felt real, and it felt right to me. Sometimes I wonder if I could've broken free earlier than I what I did, but deep down I knew being with her in that capacity was the closest I'd ever get to being with her. So I let myself stay under mind's control on purpose. And for y/n when she came out she probably felt so violated. That moment when I went back into the hex I never thought she would find out about it. I confessed my love to her because I knew it'd stay between me and Wanda."
Thanks to the memory-sharing device you saw it, and knew the truth. How was she supposed to face now? The idea of discussing the events of the hex terrified her before. Now it seemed like an impossible feat.
"You run from her because you're afraid your truth is too much for her." Carol started pausing for a deep breath, and to lift Monica's head by the chin to catch her eyes. "But the more you run from her, the more you hurt her, and that I do understand."
Monica sighed as a whole conservation passed between her, and her surrogate aunt just by eyesight.
"I'm not going to force you to talk to her now, but please don't make her wait too much longer." Carol let Monica get settled against her again. The two of them staying there for just a little longer.
A Few Hours Later
The ship finally touched down at the landing port in Aladna, and despite Carol's weird behavior about the unfamiliar planet. Monica couldn't get off fast enough eager to escape being within close quarters with you. She promised Carol that after the four of you succeeded with stopping Dar-Benn and retrieving the second bangle. She'd sit down and have a much-needed conservation with you even if heartbreak was the end result.
That was her plan. Too bad you were done waiting around.
Carol walked the ramp with explaining to Kamala how things worked on Aladna. Monica hung back searching for you, and just when she thought maybe you had already exited the ship. You materialized out of thin air leaning up against the wall by the ramp. Arms crossed over your chest with a deadpan expression.
Monica jumped a bit cursing herself for forgetting invisibility was one of your powers. She frowned wondering why you weren't following Carol and Kamala. She got her answer when she took a few more steps forward, and you threw out an arm blocking her path.
"Carol you two go ahead. We'll go catch up" You said catching Monica by the waist as she attempted to go around you. She went still in your hold.
"Sure thing y/n don't take too long." Carol replied ignoring Monica's desperate plea for help. She walked out of sight with a giddy Kamala.
"That's up to you" You told Monica pulling your arm back.
"Y/N we really don't have time for this" she insisted. "We can do this later-"
You cut her off with a scoff. "You say that now but the second this mission is over, and we're back on Earth. You're going to runaway again putting as much distance between the two of us as possible. No more running Mon."
"Okay fine let's get this over" Monica exclaimed throwing her hands in the air. She turned around walking back into the center of the ship. "Go ahead and tell me how much you don't want to be with me, since you're so ready to reject me." She was yelling now with tears falling down her face.
You regarded her with sympathy as your face softened. "Oh Monica" you whispered right behind her. Her back was still you as she refused to turn around. "Monica look at me please" You tried again.
"No" she murmured.
You ran a hand through your hair with a sigh of exasperation. "There you go again assuming things. That's what got us here in the first place you know. You assumed I was going to reject you after that first kiss."
Monica glanced over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "You eavesdropped" she accused offended.
"Not me" You said. "More like a bored sixteen-year old teenager who was left to entertain herself alone far too long."
Kamala came bounding over to the work table you were sitting at tinkering with some machine-part. Rambling how she didn't mean to listen in on Carol and Monica's private conservation, but she was searching for the bathroom. The young girl just happened to walk past the two of them talking and like any other teenager couldn't resist juicy gossip. She continued on saying it wasn't right for her to repeat anything she heard back to you, but then again it'd be a crime for her not to. Because Kamala was sure you and Monica were meant to be, so she was just doing her duty making sure you had all the necessary information. Then she finally told you what she heard before you could stop her. You didn't get a single word in during the entire encounter.
"I'm going to kill her" Monica muttered.
"Her parents won't like that, and her mom kind of scares me so you're on your own if you do." Neither of you could resist the urge to chuckle.
"What did you mean? You're telling me I'm supposed to believe there was going to be a different outcome. After you pushed me away when I kissed you."
Your smile faltered with Monica getting the conservation back on track. "Monica I wasn't rejecting you which you would've known if you gave me time to explain."
"Then what was it?"
"I pushed you away because the timing didn't feel right to me. I mean of course I had feelings for you. Still do in fact" You were quick to correct yourself. "I just wanted to be sure you felt the same for me, and wasn't trying to use me as a distraction."
Monica went through a plethora of emotions through your confession. Hurt when referred to your feelings in the past tense. Relief when you made it clear those feelings were still present. Last confusion when you dared to say she would do something so sick in her eyes. After everything she'd been through in her life the idea of hurting you in such a way made her sick to her stomach. "Why would you think that?"
"Monica" You spoke her name softly moving so you were standing in front of her now. Bringing a hand to rest upon her cheek smiling when she didn't pull away. "You were battling so many emotions back then between the grief of your mother's death, and the resentment from Carol's abandoning you. I didn't know if there was enough room for you to love me, or if you were just looking for an escape from the crushing burdens. If you had given me the chance I would've told you to give it time. After the mission was over we could take sometime to ourselves, and figure things out."
You stepped back with a light shrug. "But you never gave me a chance, and I thought the hex might've made things easier considering what we went through in there. It just made the situation worse."
Monica stood in the exact same spot as you leaned back into the table behind you awaiting her response. She was stuck in a daze trying to process your words, what they meant, and what was going to happen now.
"So the hex...." Her voice trailed off as she hoped you caught on to what she was asking.
"It was real for me too Mon, and not in a bad way. I just really wished you had waited until I was out before confessing your love for me. I would've said it back."
"Can you say it back now?" Monica said pleading to hear those three words come out of your mouth. God knows she's been dreaming about this day for far too long.
"I love you Monica Rambeau, and I want to be with you more than anything in this world. I know you've been through so much, and hurt one too many times. And while I can't promise anything I do promise to do everything in my power to make sure. I'm never the reason for your pain if you're willing to take the risk." You said with your eyes locked onto hers with so much love in them.
You got your answer when Monica surged forward taking your face in her hands, pressing her lips to yours. In what became a desperate and breath-taking kiss as you matched her urgency wrapping both arms around her waist. Pulling her body to yours till there was no space left between the two of you. Her lips were soft but rough as they moved against yours. You moaned into her mouth letting her tongue slip inside, and it was never a battle as she seemed to let you win. For once in her life Monica was finally given the chance to just step back, and let someone else take control. And who better than the person who put her back together when she fell apart. The person who had been the missing puzzle piece in her life for the past couple of months.
Monica pulled away for a brief second panting pressing her forehead to yours. "I love you too" she breathed pressing another kiss to your swollen lips.
You nodded leaning in to capture them again as she ended it all too soon for your liking. Tightening your hold on her waist you kissed her a bit harder this time.
"Okay wow I really didn't need to see that" Carol's voice came from behind the two of you ruining the moment.
You pulled away too see Carol standing there holding the oversize hat with streamers attached to it in one hand. The other was covering Kamala's eyes. The young girl let out a squeal of excitement.
"Yes this is so going in my fanfiction" she commented.
"Uh no its not" Monica said ripping her lips away from yours, and whipping her head around.
"Please this would make such a good story I'm already thinking of a plot" Kamala pleaded. "I'll change your names."
"No-"
"Sure have at it kid." You gave her your blessing cutting off anymore of Monica's protests with one last parting kiss. She sighed into it with slight irritation.
I guess I owe you a few dates after this huh" Monica stated.
"You owe me more than a few but I'm a forgiving girl under the right circumstances."
Carol let out a low whistle gaining everyone’s attention. "Alright I'm thrilled the two of you were able to figure out your feelings for each other. In the midst of this chaos but we still have a villain to stop, and a planet to save."
"Okay, okay" Monica conceded stepping out of your arms. You followed suit standing up straight again. "Lead the way Captain Marvel."
"Oh and y/n don't think you're getting out of a threatening speech from me about what I'll do. If you hurt her" Carol reminded you pointing a stern finger at you.
You held up your hands in surrender as Monica stood in front of you shaking her head. Her and Carol went into a playful argument walking forward to the ramp. You followed with Kamala by your side holding out her fist for you to bump.
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hey everyone! just wanted to update whoever’s interested that the discord is up and running, and you can join here! 18+ ONLY as always and please read all rules and select your roles before continuing any further into the server and be nice pls. thank you to everyone who decides to join 🫶🏾 
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The thought of y/n and Monica being in a healthy relationship just makes me melt. I usually don't like fluff, but they're something special 😤💕.
When you have time (and if you want to), can you please give us a small drabble about Monica and y/n? Maybe the two of them are living in bliss with Nat scheming while she's in prison 👀. I wonder how Nat will react when she hears y/n and Monica are in a relationship (I just know she'll have connections in prison lol). Do you think that if Nat were to break out of prison while Monica and y/n were together that she would go back to Natasha?? Would Nat go crazy when she finally finds them? I love how your AU's have AU's 🤣.
Also the lack of Monica Rambeau fics on this app sucks 😫.
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Parings: Monica Rambeau x reader, Natasha Romanoff x reader (Past) 
Warnings: 18+, fluff, abuse, violence, cursing suggestive themes, mentions of murder, shitty parenting, hints of Stockholm syndrome. 
 A/n: Sorry it took so long anon hopefully you like it. I tried to add in as much as you asked for but I might’ve forgotten a few things. my bad if I did lol <3
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Monica enters her house with a sense of uneasiness, she doesn’t know what it is, but something felt off. she assumes positions drawing her gun from her holster and walks further into the room. the living room is empty nothing there put left over honeybun on the coffee table. she falters in her steps when she hears a noise coming from the kitchen.
during this time, you were always on the couch waiting for Monica to get back from work. no matter the time you waited, she brought you a sense of comfort and stability that you never knew you needed. Monica walks into the kitchen raising her gun higher to the eye level of the other person in the kitchen, she releases a breath and lowers the gun.
“Yn? What the hell?” 
“Yeah, what the hell Mon! I could’ve killed you; you know!” you yell at her for scaring you.
Monica had words at the tip of her tongue but seeing you and actually taking in your full figure she had new words forming with a burning question. “What are you even doing with that?” she points with one hand as she uses the other to safely put her gun back in the holster.
“I thought I heard something in the basement.” She takes the gun from your grasp. “Where did you even get this from?” 
“I’m not telling you, you’re a cop Mon.” She rolls her eyes and moves you to the couch. “You sure this is just about a noise you heard?” She rubs your hand soft and tenderly. “Yeah of course, what else would it be about?” 
“Yn, it’s okay to talk about it, to talk about her.” You shake your head. “Okay, another time then? In the meantime, please no more firearm’s sweetheart.” She holds your chin and places her soft lips on yours. “Another one.” She accepts and plants another kiss on your lips. You hum in satisfaction. “More.” She giggles and plants multiple wet kisses to your face knowing you would keep asking her for more. You pull her on top of you falling back on the couch. 
“So, what else did you do today other than have possession of an illegal firearm?” You scoff knowing she’s not going to let it go and she’ll most likely press you for more information about who you bought it from later. “Watched tv, ate doughnuts.” You give her a look of mischief. “Looked through your panty drawer and I finally opened that box you have hidden away in the back of your closet.” Her eyes go wide with shock. 
“What?” 
“I knew you’d be surprised, you’re really freaky Monica.” You wiggle your eyebrows in a playful way. She gasps and slaps you shoulder. “I think it’s sexy. You’re a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets.” 
“That’s an invasion of privacy and I could have you arrested you do know that right?” 
“Oh, you’ve been dying to cuff me haven’t you Captain?” you wiggle your eyebrows playfully as you tease her. despite you staying with Monica you two haven’t done more than just making out. intimacy was different with her versus Natasha, getting Natasha to open up more and be vulnerable was like pulling teeth you hardly ever got her too emotional and real with you. 
“Shut up” she hits you with the couch pillow and laugh at the shrieking noise you make from being hit. her laughter comes to an abrupt stop when she sees the look you have in your eyes.
“Y/n, no.” she sends you a warning as she tries to pull away from you. “Why not?” you grin at her and add more strength around her waist. you pull her back on top of you and start attacking her neck with your lips.
 “Fuck, b-because we-” she loses herself with the sensation you send through her body. “Because what?” you pull away from her soft neck to taunt her more before going right back in. placing your lips upon her neck you focus on her soft spot and suck right below her ear. her hands halt any advances you had running rapid in your mind, and you respect her boundaries even if they were tortious. “Mon you’re killing me here, you can’t be nice and say sweet things to me. I’m still not used to it, and it makes me horny.” 
“Y/n, my mind still hasn’t changed about that.” she softly scratches your scalp with her hands tangled in your hair. once again you respected it but that didn’t mean you couldn’t come up with a compromise.
“Okay, what if we just watch each other.” you wiggle your eyebrows hoping she would get the hint. “Watch each other...” she waits for you to continue and fill in the blank.
“Yeah, I can watch you touch yourself while you watch me touch myself.” her jaw drops form shock “And I’m the freak?” 
“Don’t look at me like that, you mean to tell me that watching me naked completely spread out in front of you while pumping my fingers inside of myself doesn’t make you squirm?” you trail your hand along her chest as her breaths become shorter. “Your heart is beating really fast Mon, tell me if I slide my hands in your pants will I feel the same throbbing sensation underneath your panties.” Monica lost in your seductive trance she shakes her head and clenches her eyes standing up from the couch and untangling her limbs from yours. 
“I- should go check in with Darcy and Jimmy about something.” she avoids eye contact as she fetches her cellphone. “And it’s your night to pick, what do you want for dinner?” she tries to focus on anything she an in this room to stable herself from pouncing on you right now. you sit against the cushions slightly disappointed from the rejection. Monica doesn’t wait for an answer as she walks into the kitchen for her abandoned items.
“Pussy.” you mumble under your breath. “What was that sweetheart?” you hum and snap your eyes up at her waiting figure. “Oh, I said pizza.” you send her a tight-lipped smile that she knows is dripping with sarcasm and annoyance, but she doesn’t speak on it.
“Pizza it is then, I’m going to go wash the hard day at work off of me and then we’ll order, okay?” your eyes follow her every movement as she approaches the couch, the pout and scowl on your face had her feeling bad for unintentionally working you up like that. she gives you a quick kiss and runs up the stairs to cool herself off from the heated moment. 
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“Five minutes, so make it quick.” the guard unlocks the steel door allowing the woman to step pass the threshold. the sound of the door closing and locking on the other side alerts the woman that was staring at the cold stone wall. “Natalia.” the woman breathes out an airy response. “Melina.” 
“Has she been found yet?” Natasha’s voice comes out raspier than normal, as she wets her dry chapped lips. Melina sighs doing what she never did before. she took pity on Natasha. seeing her like this at her lowest. “We’ve been looking, and word is going around that she’s...” Natasha’s eyes shoot up to the eye level of her mother’s. “She’s what?” the response comes out harsh and panicked at the same time. “That she’s been seeing that detective lady.” the ear screeching sound of Natasha’s nails scraping against the concrete floor. “No, no, she wouldn’t stoop that fucking low.” 
“I’m afraid she has.” 
“No, you’re lying and whoever told you that is a fucking liar as well!” 
“You mind your tongue!” the voice booms through the room. everything went silent as Alexei’s voice was heard through the other side of the door. finally hearing the creaking of the steel door, revealing his figure his steps into the room. Melina parts her lips to ease the tension, she was always trying to ease the tension between them. this time she’s not winning the battle.
“Leave us.” Alexei’s voice comes out firm with no room for arguing. After quickly sending Natasha a soft smile. Melina leaves as Alexei keeps his gaze on Natasha’s unease figure. “Don’t look at me like that, you got yourself into this mess, and dragged my baby girl along with you!” Natasha clenches her eyes as Alexei yells echos through the confined room. “What was it you said to me all those years ago? hm? ‘I can handle her father; she would never do anything to hurt me or Yelena’ “Look at where you and your sister are now! he sees Natasha clenching her jaw like she wants to charge at him. “What is it? are you upset? you want to hit me? is that it?!” he snatches her up from the ground and shakes her a few times until he gets an answer. “C’mon hit me then.” 
“Whose fault is this?” 
“You’re even weaker than I thought, I should’ve put a stop to whatever you two had going on.” a slap was too generous. way too generous. the punch to Natasha’s face was long overdue and well deserved in Alexei’s eyes. she grunts from the contact as she stumbles to the ground. “I. asked. you. a. question.” each word followed by a slap, a shove or the angry Russian’s fist.
“Mine!” her releases her from his hold and throws her to the ground. he turns away from her and waits for the door to opened. “Is Yelena, okay?” 
“You have no right asking about my daughter when you couldn’t protect her like you were supposed to! she suffers because of you, because of what you did and what you allowed that selfish bitch to do! Yelena was placed in solitaire confinement, she got into a fight, and she was also stabbed. What? is that not what you wanted to hear? you want me to lie and tell you she’s doing fine in her cell?  I’m not going to help ease your guilty conscious you can rot and suffer within these walls for all I care, my only concern is my daughter.” he knocks once against the door and leaves without another word. an hour goes by before a guard enters the room, walking towards Natasha he stops at her feet and holds a cell phone out to her. she furrows her brows and takes the phone she wasn’t expecting her usual guard to be on duty today. she says her thanks and shoos him from her room to stand outside. Natasha dials the number she’s been keeping in close contact with over a month now to weigh her options. the phone rings a few times before it picks up. 
“What do you need now?” The man’s voice laced heavy with his accent it was barely morning where he was after all.
“I need you to get me out of here, I don’t care how just do it, and I mean soon Rick.” she hangs the phone up and on queue the guard enters the room retrieving the phone and leaves again. Natasha wouldn’t stay another moment in this cell, in this building knowing you were out there parading around with the bitch that put her in here. 
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“You do know I haven’t heard a word you just said right?” you prop you head up with your elbow on the table popping a few of Monica’s French fries in your mouth.
“You’re unbelievable you know that? how are you going to ask me about my day and not actually listen?” she tilts her head slightly with a smirk on her face, showing you that she wasn’t upset about it.
“What? can you blame me, you’re gorgeous.” she shy’s away taking a sip of her sweet tea. you can’t help but focus in on her lips. how soft they were and how badly you wanted them on your body again. despite the heated moment you two had in her office two months ago there hasn’t been anything that heated going on between you two. part of you thinks Monica is holding back because of lingering, pestering feeling for Natasha that wouldn’t go away. you admired her for that. for caring and having feelings like a normal human is supposed to, this was something you weren’t used to. patience. the date goes on until Monica gets a call to head back to the office. she pays and you both exit the burger joint hand in hand as you walk to Monica’s car.
“Shouldn’t I be the one walking you to your car?” that was another change in your life, you had a car now, not being escorted around all day like before had its pros and cons, but you loved the freedom to do as you pleased. “Hush Mon, I want to walk my lady to her car. My car is in the back because I couldn’t find parking and you did pay for lunch so why not?”  
“So, buying you lunch makes us even because you walked me to my car? who knew this got you to turn on your gentle woman act.” 
“Well, you could see it more often if you let me pay for the date for once.” you roll your eyes at her stubbornness but then again, the money you had belonged to Natasha and Monica didn’t want that kind of money being spent on her, or you spending the dirty money in general. “And I could pay you in other ways if you would just let me, you know I’m good for it.” you swing her hand and bat your eyelashes at her innocently. 
“You don’t have to pay me at all y/n, I like doing things for you, just enjoy them.” you roll your eyes and fold your arms. Monica giggles at your reaction and struggles a bit to pull you closer to her. “Fine I’ll let you pick the next date.” 
“And you’ll let me pay for it? I mean the entire date Mon, I pay for everything, got it?” 
“Fine bossy.” she playfully rolls her eyes and unlocks her car door.
“Yeah, well you’re very stubborn.” you open her door for her and close it when she’s seated
“Takes one to know one.” one thing about Monica was that at work she could be tough and demanding but with you she could be childish and carefree. you loved it. you loved the playful banter between you two. “Real mature, Miss Rambeau.” she beckons you with her finger pulling you in for a soft kiss. “See you at home.” she gives you a wide smile as you lean away from her car repeating the same farewell as she drives off. “See you at home.”
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You smile to yourself as you walk back to your car unaware of your surrounds, you’re oblivious to the car that trails you. it isn’t until you fell the hand of a person grip your jacket and spin you around to face them. to say you were at a loss for words were an understatement. 
“Hello, sweet face.” your ex-girlfriend stands in front of you with excitement in her expression and long blonde hair. “Did you miss me?” you only stare at her with your mouth parted, this can’t be real she can’t be here right now. aware of your silence Natasha keeps talking anyway. “I thought about you saying how hot I would look as a blonde, do you like it?” she noticed your eyes constantly going back to the top of her head, so she answered the question for you.
“You look good, I see you’ve been playing house with that bitch. I had a lot of time to think about what’d I do when I finally got out of that place…none of them ended up being this way, with me being calm and civil.” opposite to the meaning of the words her tone came out harsh and frantic. “Do you know how much self-control I had to not slaughter her right there in that seat?” 
“No letters, no calls, no visits.” hearing her entitlement after everything she’s done upset you. she could be a real bitch at times, but this was getting old fast after not having to deal with it for two months.
“I thought maybe that whore would be doing all of those things.” you shrug it off nonchalantly, while you barely hold yourself together on the inside. she grows angry with the tone and the harsh response. backing you up until you hit the brick wall.
 “Nat-” you flinch as Natasha bring her hand near your face. she places her finger against your trembling lips. “Shhh, I’m not gonna hurt you.” she studies your face intently, remembering every single detail of your face right down to every pore.
“Did you miss me?” her eyes stare deep into yours, searching for an answer even if not verbal she could tell. The emotion in your eyes gave her all she needed; your body language was all she needed. part of you missed her yes, but you were still angry and hurt about what she did. if she thinks you turning her in to the feds was enough for her to be forgiven, she was sadly mistaken. 
“I missed you too.” she leans her forehead against yours. she inhales deeply and quickly cringes from the scent she’s not used to. you changed things about you that Natasha loved. major things such as the way you communicated, to minor changes like the clothes you wore, or the perfume you chose. she could live with those changes and adjust but she knows for a fact that your love for her hasn’t changed. even if it is buried deep down in the pits of your heart. 
“I sat in my cell thinking about a lot of things. I thought maybe I can fuck the anger away when I got my hands on you for what you did.” The calmness she showed moments ago has dissipated. “And then I found out about you and her and I know longer wanted to bring you pleasure and pain. I just wanted to bring you pain and agony for letting her fuck you!” none of it might be true but she doesn’t know that, plus you wanted to get under her skin. 
“Who said she was doing the fucking? I basically have my tongue inside of her every night” Natasha’s ego dropped majorly at your response. either way you put it she would be angry but saying it in her face that you gave another woman pleasure hurt her, contrary to her doing the same thing when she cheated on you with Amber. her hand finds purpose around your neck, squeezing your airways tight as she backed you up against the cold bricks. her other hand squishes your cheeks together. 
“Stick your tongue out.” you look at her with frantic eyes this was a bad idea. she sticks her finger in your mouth grabbing the tip of your tongue with her pinched fingers. you find the will to breathe as her hand releases your throat. your relief was quickly forgotten when you felt the tip of her knife against your tongue. “Maybe I should cut it out, hm?” she pinches your tongue when you don’t answer her. so much for not wanting to hurt you. Natasha moves the metal away for you pocketing the knife and releases your tongue. you release the breath you were holding on to. “I’m really, really trying here. don’t mention anything like that again!” she spits the words out calm but harshly.
“You’re a damn hypocrite you know that? You want to be forgiven for what you did but I do it and I’m the trader, I’m the cheater and I’m tarnished right?”
 “No, never tarnished you just made a mistake, like I made a mistake.” her voice goes softer the anger she had fades away for the time being. placing her forehead against yours, she exhales deeply.
 “You were just upset, hm? you got your payback, now you can come home.” her breathing picks up momentum. her lips attempt to graze yours seeking to kiss you after two months of being without them. turning your face to dodge each attempt. “Nat, stop.” she doesn’t listen she couldn’t her mind was too intoxicated with you at the moment. she growls from being denied and slams her lips on yours. pushing her tongue past your lips, you fight for a moment before things fizzle away and next thing you know, you’re actually enjoying her touch again. enjoying her kiss, her tongue, her. seeing you let your walls down she makes her next move, sliding her hand under your waistband. she caught you off guard, but you’d be damned if you just gave her your body so easily like this. you harshly bite down on her lip causing her to step back in stinging pain. 
“Ah!” she stumbles back softly rubbing her thumb against her wounded lip. she looks at her thumb as the iron liquid runs down her fingertip. “Why so rough baby? I thought we could have a soft welcome home moment.” she says before she spits blood out on the concrete ground of the alley way. “Fuck you!”
“Well, if you play your cards right, I just might let you. being locked away in isolation really made me horny.” Rarely has Natasha ever let you have full control over her, maybe it was the fact that you mentioned having control with Monica that got her to lay the offer out on the table. the sound of the car door opening catches your attention and you can’t form words from seeing her. what could you say to make her understand your reasoning for doing what you did? your eyes follow her as she approaches, she looks more serious than before.
“Lena.” your breath hitches seeing your best friend, she stood there not giving you the time of day let alone a glance. “We need to go now Natasha we have things to do.” she sighs and nods to her sister before turning back to you. Yelena didn’t say anything to you. she didn’t yell or even make an annoyed facial expression. nothing. she treated you like you were nothing to her. Natasha turns your gaze back to her as she holds your chin. 
“I want you with me, we can go anywhere, and finally go on that vacation trip. for a much longer time than we originally planned but that’s just until things cool down. We can make the most of it.”  she squeezes your hand softly. a very different display of affection from just moments ago when she tried to forcefully shove her tongue down your throat.
“I’ll give you some time to think about it.” She rubs her thumb against your cheek. “Don’t have me waiting too long for an answer.” She was hoping that you would agree on your own instead of her using the backup plan to just drag you out of that house when Monica’s at work. Natasha was being civil, for now. this was how she could reel you back in on your own freewill with sweet words, hope, and broken promises. “I just got out of prison please don’t make me get my hands dirty within 8 hours of being released sweet face.” she traces your lips with her thumb, quickly pecks your lips and walks to the blacked-out car waiting for her. your heart drums through your chest as you replay everything that just happened. Natasha was free. she wanted you back, and she subtly not so subtly made a threat of harming Monica if you didn’t do as she said.
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“Y/n, I have to tell you something important.” she looks for you downstairs in your usual spot that you wait in until she comes home. she tries to remain calm and push the intruding thought about your wellbeing to the side. she cautiously jogs up the stairs to her bedroom to find you frantically looking for something in the dresser.  “Y/n? what are you doing up here?” 
“Hey, what’s wrong love?” her hand softly caresses your back as she moves you to sit on the bed. her smile fades as she opens the door and sees the bag on the bed.  “Are you going somewhere? did I do something?” you quickly dismiss her overthinking. “No, you didn’t do anything you’re perfect.” 
“Okay, so what’s the problem and what’s with the packed bag?” she places her hand in yours linking your finger together. “She’s back.”
“I know.” 
“You knew?”
“I came home as soon as I found out.”  you hum and turn your gaze back to your linked fingers. “Why didn’t you tell me when you first found out?” you shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know, my mind was running at a million miles a minute. I thought she would be put away for good.”
“Yeah, so did I, but the evidence was dismissed even though we had the warrant and everything.” she turns your face to look at her. “That still doesn’t explain the bag sweetheart.” you sigh, releasing a shuddered breath. “I can’t.... I can’t stay here anymore Monica.” 
“W-what?” 
“I don’t want her to hurt you.” 
“She will, she will hurt you and I’ll never be able to live with myself if I let that happen.” 
“Where is this coming from?” 
“After our lunch date I was walking back to the car, and she cornered me and pulled me into the alley. she said she wants me to come back home and that she expects an answer soon. that’s bullshit! she’s not giving me an option she’s only making me think that I have one.” 
“Do you want to go back with her? I can protect you just don’t go, please.”
“I can handle myself...I can protect you y/n.” 
“Sorry to break it to you Mon but Natasha doesn’t care about a damn badge or the law! and she definitely doesn’t care about killing you especially since we’ve been shacking up for two months!” you shoot up from the bed with Monica following right behind you. Monica might be calm on the outside right now but on the inside she was anxious. anxious of what would happen, how she could fix this, and anxious about you leaving her and her never seeing you again.
“We weren’t just shacking up, at least not on my end. In the beginning I just wanted to help you and keep you safe but, you mean so much more to me. you mean more to me than you mean to Natasha. she isn’t capable of loving you, not the way that you deserve so please, stay.” she stands in front of you with tears pooling in her eyes as she begs you to remain with her. 
Two women holding special pieces of your heart makes every decision harder. did you want to stay with Monica and potentially cause Natasha to reign terror and hell on the woman you’ve grown close too over the last two months? or did your heart still beat for Natasha even after everything she’s done?
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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years
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hello and welcome to another celebration! ❣️❣️❣️
Thank you so much for everything, forever grateful for every single interaction and every one I've met here, smooches and love to everyone &lt;3
This time around I will write blurbs and drabbles and focus solely on the women!!! 🍒
Running from october 17 to october 21!
masterlist here!
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What will you do is mix and match a character or several with one or several of the following categories.
🌷Polyamorous ships are always encouraged. Dark topics, platonic relationships & aus are welcome. No daughter! reader though.
🌷 Please only use a character from the ones already provided.
🌷I will either turn them to make blurbs or hds or drabbles depending on my inspiration but you can suggest to me what it should be.
🌷As always feel encouraged to send as many asks as you desire. I will be receiving the asks and releasing them of my own volition.
🌷 You have to be strictly 18+ to participate.
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characters: Selina Kyle, Natasha Romanoff, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, Valkyrie, Layla El Faouly, Monica Rambeau, Jane Foster, Jessica Jones, Gamora, Elektra Natchios, Wanda Maximoff || Bix Caleen, Galadriel, Sharon Carter, Nakia, Jennifer Walters, Dinah Madani, Karen Page, Bobbi Morse, Maya Lopez.
aus: apocalypse, ballet, bakery, bar, bodyguard, book store, brothel, celebrity, coffee shop, cult, detective, fake dating, gardening, ghost, mafia, maid, mechanic, mermaid, musician/rock star, neighbor, stripper, tattoo shop, yandere.
kinks: whips, corruption, latex, breath play, cockwarming, phone sex, gloves, choking, mutual or guided masturbation, mirror sex, love bites, strip tease, uniform/suit, deep throating, knife play, gunplay, titty fucking, hunter/prey, squirting, praise, worship, dirty talk, sex toys, overstimulation, accidental stimulation, collaring, shower, sensory deprivation, somnophilia, gagging, lingerie, object insertion, rimming, lap dance, period sex, lactation, balcony, thigh riding, breast worship, temperature play, edging, sex tape, hate sex, spanking, exhibitionism, handcuffs, clothes on, moresomes, degradation, humiliation.
date ideas: day trip, road trip, rock climbing, library, museum, botanical gardens, restaurant, camping, beach, drinks, concert, walking, sightseeing, volunteering, boat ride, dancing, spa, errands, mattress shopping, shopping spree, cinema, coffee, ice skating, cooking classes, abandoned places, photoshoot.
domestic situations: building furniture, trying new recipes, competitive games, painting nails, reading, cuddling, clothes shopping, packing, laundry, goodbye at the door, repairing, changing bedsheets, exercising, deep cleaning, takeout, bath, falling asleep, dancing, holidays, brushing teeth, waking them up, eating, listening to music, complaining about family, movie nights, nagging, doing dishes.
Just combine as many as you want however you seem fit! And of course when it comes to domestic situations and date ideas you can think of other things or be more specific on one situation! ☆
☆ In the near hopefully future, I will keep the same exact format and have all the characters available ☆
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No pressure tagging: @alohastyles-x, @silver-pieces, @stargirlfics, @maladaptivexxdaydreaming,@musingsinmoonlight, @chelleztjs18, @asgardwinter, @inklore, @bvckysmoon, @that-sarcastic-writer, @wint3r-h3art, @galatially, @writing-for-marvel, @stranger-nightmare, @psychedelic-ink,
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nzia-writes · 4 months
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M O N I C A R A M B E A U
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