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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.

_______________________________________________________________________

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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Lonely

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Lonely

As raindrops tapped gently against the windowpane, you found yourself once again in your shared apartment, waiting for Carol Danvers, your girlfriend (and the mighty Captain Marvel) to return. Duty had called her away to the compound, leaving you in the familiar yet bittersweet embrace of solitude. While you admired her superheroic feats and charitable personality, you couldn't shake the feeling of being left behind.

Like often, your loneliness soon morphed into restlessness. You wandered around the empty apartment, trying not to reminisce too much about all of the places she’d had you in.

On the kitchen counter, the arm of the couch, against the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, in the shower, in front of the TV, on top of the dresser, on the floor, and, of course, against the front door.

You fidgeted with the fur of your teddy bear, idly wondering if she'd be disappointed with you if she saw you dressed up for her.

You were wearing her special jacket, it hung so low on you that you didn’t bother putting on panties or anything else beneath it. The zip and button fasteners, as well as the large black badge on the chest, made a pleasant clinking sound as they moved and rubbed against each other when you walked.

Maybe you should send her something?

You opened up the messaging app and started to compose a message to her, but you quickly decided against it. You didn't want to come across as desperate, even if she had, on more than one occasion, confessed to loving your eagerness in that regard.

After a few failed attempts at choosing the right words, you simply sent her a heart, along with a single "miss you" text.

But almost an hour had gone by and she still hadn’t responded to you. So, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You positioned yourself all upright and pretty on the edge of the bed-- just how she liked-- before spreading your legs and inching your phone camera in front of your cunt.

A shudder ran through you as you began to snap pictures of yourself. You spread your lips apart and pulled them taut, before letting them fall shut again, making sure to show off the puffy, glistening folds between them.

You took a picture of the cute, pink, little nub at the top of your pussy, and the delicate, glistening folds surrounding it.

Then you opened the leather jacket a bit to reveal your tits, and posed them with your arms raised above your head, while the jacket still covered your stomach and groin. You took a close-up of the swell of your cleavage and then took a picture of your chest and neck, showing off the love marks Carol had left all over you just a few nights before.

When you had gotten all of the shots you could manage, you flipped your phone around and looked at the pictures you had taken. You took a few seconds to admire your body before swiping your thumb across the screen to send them over to her.

"Fuck, I hope she gets this soon," you groaned.

The anticipation of her response was a delicious torture. You could practically feel the heat rising from your flushed cunt. You squirmed around on the bed, hoping for relief, but found none.

You picked up your teddy bear, and pressed it into your cunt, pushing it down until the fluffy fur was completely wet with your juices.

"Yeah, fuck," you whispered. "That's what she'll be doing to me if she gets home."

You threw the toy away and went in search of something more substantial to stuff inside of you.

You ended up settling on the leather jacket that you were wearing, which was already damp with your excitement. You lifted the hem and shoved your hands down the front of the garment, feeling your way all over your swollen pussy, and rubbing your clit.

"That's good," you sighed, your eyes fluttering closed, and your head falling back onto the bed. "That's so fucking good."

Your fingers circled your clit and dipped into your hot cunt, bringing forth more juices that dripped down the inside of your thighs.

"Mmmm," you moaned.

"Baby!" Carol's voice booms from the foyer and you nearly jump out of your skin.

You look around the room in a panic, wondering where the hell you’re supposed to hide.

"I'm in the bedroom!" you call out, still trying to catch your breath.

"Oh, fuck," she moans as she walks in the bedroom door, not even bothering to close it behind her.

Her blonde hair is slightly disheveled and she's breathing a little heavier than usual. She's still dressed in her usual Captain Marvel uniform, although the red and blue are slightly darker and more saturated, thanks to the rain that's been pouring down all afternoon.

"Fuck, I wish I could have seen that," she says, shaking her head.

"Seen what?" You ask, feigning innocence.

"All of those photos you sent me. I've never had pictures of you getting yourself off before. I could have watched you fuck yourself on my jacket or my teddy bear. You could have sent me some video too." She chuckles, walking over to you on the edge of the bed and rubbing your shoulders softly.

"Why don't we make some?" You smirk, placing your hand over hers and then pulling her down into the bed with you.

"Is that right?" she laughs, a twinkle in her eye.

You nod and grab her, pushing her down and crawling on top of her. You sit in her lap and she lets you. She leans her head back as you push her hair back away from her face and then lean in to kiss her.

As soon as your lips meet hers, she pulls you closer, her hands grabbing onto your ass.

You press your chest into hers, wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

"I want you," you breathe into her mouth. "Please. I want to feel you."

"Then feel me,"

Carol smirks before pushing you back onto the bed and fumbling with her belt. She's hard, you can tell by the prominent bulge in her pants that she continues to subtly paw at.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby. I missed you so much." She tells you, kissing you deeply and massaging your tits as her hand trails down your side and between your legs.

"Mmmmm... you have no idea, baby." You whimper into her mouth as her fingers slip inside of you, your cunt instantly clenching around them as she begins to pump her fingers inside of you.

"Carol-" You gasp. She's using her powers inside of you. You can feel the strings of photons throbbing and glowing inside of your walls and it almost immediately makes you go dumb on her fingers.

She chuckles. "That's right, baby, cum for me."

"Fuckkkk!" You screech as your pussy floods with a warmth that washes over your body.

Even though you've just cum harder than you think you ever had and your poor little cunt is sore and sensitive to the touch, she doesn't even bother slowing her pace as her unoccupied hand strokes shamelessly at her clothed erection. She takes her fingers out of you and moves your legs over the sides of the bed. You're still coming down from your orgasm and the shock of the situation is confusing you. You're even more confused when you realize what it is that she is going to do next.

She pulls a tiny pink buttplug out of the bedside table and sucks it into her mouth for a hot second before she releases it with a pop and turns her attention back to your pathetic and trembling form. There's a tiny, yet noticeable (and growing) wet spot where her cock head is, and you can immediately tell that her cock's leaking through her fucking dress pants.

All you can think about is how good she'd taste, how you'd suck her completely dry if she'd just let you. Your thoughts are interrupted by her words.

"Now I want to take this nice and slow, okay baby? I'm gonna need you to use your tongue on me."

"Mmmm," You mumble, "Please, Carol."

She smiles at you. "What was that, sweetheart?"

You swallow hard. "Please... let me use my tongue on you."

"Of course, babygirl."

Carol had spoken to you before about taking your sex life to the next level, she'd shyly admitted to you how she wouldn't mind you calling her out of her name in bed, how it couldn't hurt too bad if she wrapped her strong hands around your tiny throat when she fucks you, how the thought of throwing you over her knee and spanking your pathetic little ass raw didn't sound too bad.

You scramble off the bed and stand up on wobbly legs before you drop to your knees in front of the blonde. You reach up and pull her pants down. Her cock springs out and hits you in the face; angry, red tip leaking precum all over your forehead.

She gently brings her tip to your lips, barely nudging at your mouth in a request for entrance.

You loved how soft and careful she always was with you... but you'd be lying if you said that you didn't wish she'd slap you around a little bit. You weren't made of glass. You didn't break easily. You wanted her to treat you like the slut she knew you were, and you wanted her to do it with a shit-eating grin on her face.

"Don't make me wait," You murmur before she slides inside of your mouth.

"Shit-" She breathes as she rests a hand on the top of your head and her fingers twist into your hair.

She's already a moaning mess and you haven't even tasted half of her cock. You pulled away from her, letting her mushroom tip bob out of your mouth with a 'pop' sound. You make direct eye contact with her as you teasingly kiss up and down her shaft. Drooling dumbly all over her cock before pumping your hands up and down her length lazily.

You can tell by her gaze that she's getting worked up. (And you silently pray that it's enough to get her to take matters into her own hands)

You go to take her into your mouth again, but she stops you by gripping your chin. You moan with anticipation as she tilts your head back and lifts you up by your arms.

"Be a good little slut for me," She tells you, eyes suddenly morphing into a darker shade of brown.

Before you can think up a response, she's manhandling you back onto the bed. Positioning you so that you're on your back with your head hanging over the edge of the bed.

You feel your heart drop into your stomach as you slowly realize what she's about to do to you.

She grabs the base of her cock and pokes it against your lips. "Open." She growls.

"Caro-" You start, but before you can even finish speaking she stuffs her cock into your mouth and thrusts her hips forward until you gag.

You swallow her down and you hear a quiet sigh escape her. She keeps one hand on your neck as she begins to fuck into you at an almost painful pace. Your drool pools all over the top half of your face and onto the bed sheets as she continues to slam her cock down your throat.

You mumble something around her dick as you're on the verge of tears, but she's clearly more concerned with the euphoric feeling that your attempting to speak inflicts on her throbbing cock. She leans forward, still fucking your face, and tweaks at your nipples that stand tall in the cold air of the bedroom. Fuck, her fingers are so perfect. She's got you moaning and crying around her cock, head thrown back in pleasure as the vibrations from your throat near her closer and closer to the edge.

She squeezes your throat tightly before she grunts. "Fuck... you look so pretty like this, baby girl." She strokes your cheek with her thumb as she looks down at you with her signature smirk.

She continues to pound your throat as you squirm on the bed, but she doesn't relent as she continues to talk down to you.

"You like being my little slut, don't you baby? You love it when I treat you like a worthless little whore, don't you?"

"Mmmph!" You cry out as she grips your jaw and fucks her cock deeper down your throat than ever before. She looks down at your choking, tear-stained face and gasps.

"I love your fucking tits, baby." She groans and takes your tits back in her hand, tweaking and twisting at your nipples as she ruts into your mouth. Her rhythm is beginning to break, and her painful speed is faltering (thank the gods). You can tell that she's close when her hips begin to twitch and her moans raise in pitch. "Your fucking mouth- Fuck-"

"Carol, please-" You gasp and take in a sharp breath of air as her cock pulls out of your throat and you gasp for breath. Her rough palm comes down against your tongue and you stick it out for her in response. You're sure to shut your eyes as she erratically pumps her length in her hand before she's grunting and your mouth is full of the bitter taste of her cum. Her seed drips down the sides of your mouth and along your nose bridge. She's nice enough to wipe the sticky substance off your forehead before it runs down into your hairline. You look up at her and groan as you massage the throbbing skin of your neck with your trembling hand.

She's panting, clearly distracted by something as she waits for you to catch your breath. You lean your head upwards a bit, peeking at whatever she's looking at before you realize it's you. Your pussy.

It's dripping all over the sheets, and it's clear that you enjoyed her little burst of dominance.

"You are such a slut for my cock, aren't you baby girl?" Carol says as she helps you sit up in bed. You feel your jaw ache in response to her words as she gently wipes the rest of her cum from your face with a calloused thumb. She brings it to your mouth and you instinctively suck her finger into your mouth before she pulls it away and uses it to smear some of her seed along your tits. You take a few deep breaths to get used to the soreness of your jaw. You glance back up at Carol, and she's watching you expectantly.

"I-" You begin, but she interrupts.

"If you don't want it, you don't have to take it, sweetheart." She smiles and moves her hair behind her ears.

You gasp as you realize what she means, and your eyes go wide. "Wait- No! I do- I want it. Please, I want it."

Carol chuckles before leaning over you and kissing you. Her hands begin to wander across your body as you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her down on top of you. She moves one of her hands down your body, stopping to tease your wet pussy before moving on to the back of your thigh and lifting your leg up and over her hip. She rests her palm against your throat once more, squeezing just enough to make you whimper.

She leans in, whispering in your ear.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

"I want to cum." You beg and your hand comes up to rest on the back of her neck as you roll your hips against hers. "Please, Carol."

"Fuck, you look so good when you beg."

"Then make me cum," You challenge her with a smirk on your face, but she only shrugs.

"I might have to make you wait a while, baby girl." She kisses your forehead.

You let out an angry whine as she moves away from you. You feel the bed shift as she gets up. You're about to protest when you notice that she's leaving, but she comes right back with a tube of lube in her hand.

"Why didn't we use this earlier?" You ask with a quirked eyebrow, to which she only chuckles and leans in to kiss you.

She moves you to your stomach, letting your head rest on the pillows. She pushes your ass cheeks apart before her finger rubs against your clit.

You bite your lip as she slowly teases her fingers around your bumhole. She coats her fingers in lube before she rubs against your ass some more.

"Baby-" You gasp, "Carol... I want it." You admit. "Please..."

You've never been so embarrassed about asking for something, but she seems to like it. You can tell by the way her jaw goes slack and her eyes go wide. She pulls you up by your shoulders until your ass is resting in her lap, she massages your ass as she presses a finger against it.

"Fuck, y/n." She breathes. She seems to be in awe of you, and you're not quite sure what to think of it. She pushes her finger in further. It burns a little bit, but the pleasure overpowers the discomfort.

She thrusts her finger slowly as she leans over you and whispers in your ear, "You look so fucking good with my finger in your ass, babygirl."

"It's so good, Carol. Put it in…" You tell her and she slaps your ass in response.

"You don't tell me what to do, sweetheart." She growls, but her voice is low and shaky. You can tell how much self control it’s taking her not to fuck you dumb right then and there.

She sighs and removes her finger from your bum, deftly replacing it with the bulbous head of the butt plug she had pulled out earlier.

"How does that feel?" She asks.

"Mmmph," You moan into the pillows before you.

It’s not even close to being the size of her cock, but it’s definitely larger than her finger and fuck, does it feel wonderful.

You feel her grab your ass as she spreads you apart, pushing the toy further inside of you. She places her palms on your back and pushes your head further into the pillows.

You moan as you feel the tip of her cock prodding at your clit. She smears the remaining lube she had used on the toy along the length of her shaft, and you can feel the vibrations in her hand as she continues to stroke herself.

She teases her tip at your pussy lips, pushing in slightly before pulling out again. She moves forward, rubbing her tip against your clit before taking your thighs in her hands.

"Mmmph- Carol!" You whine as she uses her thumb to keep her cock positioned at your entrance.

She pushes in slightly deeper than last time before she pulls out, your cunt clenching and relaxing at the empty feeling of her cock not being inside of you. She finally moves her thumb and thrusts into your tight little pussy. She grunts as she thrusts slowly into you, your cunt soaking her cock and her hips already slick with sweat. She picks up her pace, and your tits begin to bounce in front of you as you groan with pleasure.

You prop yourself up on the backs of your forearms as she pounds into you from behind. You’re biting your lip so hard you fear it might burst as you clutch desperately at the sheets beside your head.

You’re whining and moaning uncontrollably, yet all you can clearly hear at the moment is your girlfriend’s grunts and the sound of her thighs meeting yours. You glance back at her as soon as you gather the strength.

Her brow is furrowed and her eyes are squeezed shut as she fucks you. She lets out a particularly loud moan when your walls squeeze around her cock.

You take a shaky breath and moan Carol's name.

"Oh fuck-" She moans in response, her thrusts growing erratic. You can feel her close to her climax, and you squeeze your cunt even tighter around her in response.

"Baby," She growls as she brings her hand to the back of your head and forces your face into the mattress. She uses the grip on your hair to help push her cock into you. You're trembling, already nearing your release. She grabs your other hip in her other hand and fucks you so hard you almost can't breathe. Her moans turn to groans as you both orgasm. You feel her cum inside of you, her hips thrusting erratically until she slows down and sighs, soft cock sliding out of your ruined hole.

Just when you thought she had calmed down for the night (after about 3 minutes of mindless panting while lying on her back and tracing the hairs stuck to your neck), she leans in to kiss you again. Her hands are exploring your body as she leans over you and straddles you from behind.

She kisses you roughly, and her long hair tickles your shoulders as she leans in close. Her teeth sink into your earlobe and you squeal in pain.

She giggles and smirks at you before she pulls you on top of her, so that you’re now straddling her. She kisses you passionately and you can taste yourself on her tongue as you roll your hips and grind against her.

She groans against your mouth as you continue to move, but she stops you by taking your wrists in her hands. You feel something cold and metallic being wrapped around them before you see the black band of the handcuffs locking your arms behind your back.

"Carol- what-?" You start, but she interrupts.

"I can't let you out of these, babygirl." She smirks and flips you over so that you're on your back beneath her. You let out a surprised yelp as she leans over you.

"Carol, what are you-" You start again, but she stops you with a kiss to your nose.

"Shhh," She soothes you with a gentle touch, "It'll be alright. You just have to be quiet, baby."

"But why-" You start again, but she presses a finger to your lips to stop you from speaking.

"We don't want to wake the neighbors, do we?"

You roll your eyes and smirk. “I think it’s a bit late for that-“

Carol laughs before kissing your cheek. "I know what I'm doing, sweetheart. Just be a good girl and let me take care of you."

She brings her hand to your throat and squeezes tightly as she leans forward, sucking at your pulse point.

You feel her hands wandering across your body, massaging and rubbing your sensitive skin. You whine and writhe beneath her, but you know better than to protest.

You can feel her lips tugging into a smirk as she bites and kisses her way down your body, stopping to toy with your tits and take your nipples into her mouth.

You can feel your pulse racing, and you can hear your heart in your ears. It's almost deafening, but not quite. Carol's hands are now on your thighs as she parts them with ease. She sucks at your inner thighs before finally sucking your clit into her mouth.

"Carol- fuck!" You cry out as she gently tugs at it between her teeth before she gently presses your thighs together around her head.

She's being rough, but not unbearably so. She's clearly getting off on you writhing beneath her, and the way you're trembling and squirming for her touch is the most satisfying thing she could have asked for. You're a moaning, drooling, quivering mess of a girl and she's not even close to being done with you yet.

She pulls away and you gasp for breath before she's already moving lower, sucking your clit back into her mouth before plunging two fingers into your dripping cunt. She uses her tongue to massage your swollen clit and she pumps her fingers in and out of you at an agonizing pace. Your mind is spinning and you're moaning so loudly, you almost don't hear her when she growls something against your pussy.

"Are you going to cum for me again, babygirl?" She asks, looking up at you with her brow furrowed.

You're almost embarrassed by how much you're cumming for her- how much she's turning you on.

"Yes! Carol please! Fuck!" You beg for her.

She smirks as her lips wrap around your clit and she sucks it back into her mouth. She bites down lightly, making you jump and squeal, but she doesn't let up. Her fingers pump into you as she uses her thumb to tease at your clit.

"You're being so good for me, sweetheart." Carol tells you, kissing your thighs before going back to sucking on your clit.

Her fingers are moving in and out of you as quickly as they can, and you can feel the way your walls clench around her fingers.

"You're gonna cum for me, aren't you baby?"

You shut your eyes as tightly as you can manage before you let out a deafening squeal while you nod your head furiously.

Until she slips her fingers from your cunt, that is. You're left shaking, your head swimming.

She shoves her wet fingers down your throat as she lines her cock back up with your cunt, staring into your nearly-shut eyes with desire.

"Come on, babygirl. Show me how badly you want my cock." She growls as she slams her cock back into your cunt.

"Fuck- Carol!" You cry out, feeling your walls clamp around her cock. You're close to climaxing once more.

"You like the taste of my fingers, don't you?" She teases. "You love having your pretty little mouth fucked by me, don't you?"

“Dunnit matter if it’s my cock,” She slams into you. “Or my fingers.” You choke helplessly on her digits.

You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes before she slips her fingers from your mouth.

You take in a ragged breath of air as she leans over you, gripping your hips as she continues to pound her cock inside of you.

"Tell me you're a slut for me," Carol whispers against your ear.

She moans and she bites the back of your neck as she continues to thrust inside of you.

"I'm a slut for you." You whine.

“Whose fucking pussy is this? Huh, little girl?”

You grunt and groan in response to her questions, but she slows her thrusts until she stops moving.

"What?" She teases, "Cat got your tongue?"

You moan loudly as you try to push your hips up against hers. "Your fucking pussy!"

"Yeah? And who am I?" She asks, beginning to speed up once more.

"My-My Captain!" You cry out, your voice nearly breaking from all the pleasure.

Fuck, you had never called her that before. You had jokingly referred to her as 'your captain', but you had never really meant it before this moment.

Her hips begin to move erratically as she slams her cock into you. You cry out as she wraps her arms around you and fucks you as hard as you've ever been fucked.

"Fuck, y/n... cum for me." She moans, biting your earlobe and rolling your nipple between her fingers.

You bite back a moan as you let go of all of the pleasure and the tears spill over your cheeks. She fucks you through your orgasm until she's grunting and her cock is spurting inside of you. She grabs your hair and pulls your head back by your locks as she groans into your neck.

She pulls out of you, and you watch with a lazy smile as her cum drips out of your cunt and down your thighs.

You feel her hands unlocking the handcuffs and pulling you up into her lap. You sit there for a moment, leaning against her chest as she kisses your shoulder.

She holds you as you cuddle against her.

"I love you," Carol tells you.

"I love you too," You murmur back.

“Want to try the other hole now?” She smirks, and you look up at her in horror.

She laughs and kisses your cheek.

"I'm joking," She says, "but... maybe some other time."

You let out a deep breath, letting your body relax and melt against her chest. You let yourself enjoy the afterglow as you cuddle up next to her. She wraps you up in her arms and gently kisses your lips before pulling the blankets over you and cuddling up with you.

"You know, you were really good for me tonight," Carol murmurs in your ear as she holds you.

You smirk and kiss her shoulder.

"You weren’t so bad yourself, Captain," You tease.

You can practically hear the smirk on her lips as she whispers something you can't quite make out before you fall asleep.

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stories4thepack · 28 days

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Save you

Carol Danvers x vampire reader

Warnings: blood, violence, vampire stuff

You get hurt on a mission and Carol is there to help you get better. Even if that means you gotta bite her….

Kamala’s grin had fallen for the first time since the four of you had originally met. Monica was sat Beside you, watching as the few remaining Skrull vanished from the ship in a flash of light. Sorrowful silence replaced their prescience

You leaned against the table, desperately attempting to cover the wound on your abdomen with your hand. You wore a plain, black shirt and matching leather jacket which kindly assisted in hiding the dark blood seeping through the fabric.

“Y/n? Are you alright?”

Monica asked, her stoic face shifting into an expression of pure concern. You tried your best to smile, swallowing down the painful hiss as you got to your feet, stumbling as you took a step away. Kamala is on her feet immediately and Carol dashes to your side, fear moulding her clay face.

“Im alright, just tired. Don’t worry.”

You glanced at Kamala, who’s eyes were tearing up with guilt. She had tried to shield you as the large, rocky over hang had fallen, but she had swapped places the second she used her powers. As a result, a large piece of the boulder had dug itself into your body, while it was removed, the wound refused to close without blood. You shook your head, almost begging her not to mention it.

“She got trapped under one of the rocks that fell.”

She cries out and Carols eyes widen with shock. She had seen you disappear for a moment as she had blasted the falling boulders, but she had never thought for a second that you had been caught in the rocks, never mind been impaled by one of the shards.

“You’re coming wit me”

“Carol-“

You began to protest, but Carol began to drag you from the others into the room down below. Once there, she forced you to sit down, quickly tearing your jacket off your shoulders.

“Carol-“

“Y/n, im going to help you.”

“Carol!”

You tried again as she lifted the bottom of your shirt up, revealing the deep, seeping wound. Blood flowing down onto your dark, vibranium infused trousers. She froze, staring in horror at the wound.

“Carol, you can’t help. The wound is way too bad, I need blood. Pass me one of the bags in the fridge.”

Carol remains staring fixedly at the wound, almost as if she was contemplating her next move. She slowly raises her head, meeting your soft gaze.

“There aren’t anymore. I forgot to ask fury for more.”

“What?!”

You shout, yelping as pain shot through your body at the action. Panic bubbles inside of you. Without blood and with such an injury, your hunger would grow faster than usual. You were a danger to everyone in this ship. You needed to go. Get out. Before you hurt anyon-

“I’m going to help you.”

Carol says again, releasing the words deliberately slowly as she moves her hair away from her throat. Allowing her neck to be on full display. Your eyes flashed red at the sight, hunger boiling in the pit in your stomach and burning through your veins. You snap your jaw shut, locking it in place and lurching away from your girlfriend. She grasps your hands, holding them tightly as she speaks gently.

“Please Y/n, let me help.”

“Captain-“

You muttered, leaning a little closer to where she is crouched in front of you. She gasps lowly as your lips graze her neck, pressing light kisses against her pale skin. You feel her arms wrap around your shoulders, fingers rubbing small, encouraging circles on the back of your neck.

“Go ahead.”

She whispers into your ear, sending chills throughout your body. You sigh, sinking into the crook of her neck, running your tongue gently over the skin there, attempting to numb it a little before you hurt her.

Your fangs slip easily from your gums, trailing the flesh until they froze on your girlfriends pulse point, you pull the strap of her top down her shoulder a little, giving you a greater area to work with. She moans quietly as your fangs sink into her skin, breaking into the vein. Her blood flows into your mouth, the warmth soothes the pain of the wound, you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her up into your lap. She lifts her head up, gasping up at the ceiling as you drink. Her hands trail down your chest to where your wound is, feeling the skin as is twists and knits itself back together. She feels you press further into her throat, your fingers curling around her hips as you attempt to control yourself.

“Y/n”

She mutters, the name barley a whisper through the blur of pain and pleasure. But you hear her, slowly retracting your fangs from her throat before trailing your tongue over the wound. Gathering the blood that had attempted to slip away from you.

“Thank you”

You mutter, barley away from her throat before she grasps your shirt by the scruff and pulls you into a kiss. Her tongue tailing your lips, tasting her own blood in your mouth. She feels the vibration of your moan ripple up your throat as she breaks away, biting down on your neck in return. You close your eyes, feeling her lips suck against your cool skin. Trying hard not to moan in case the others hear-

“Carol, we’re not alone on the ship, remember?”

You manage to force out, missing her touch as she gets up quickly. A sly grin painting her face.

“We’ll finish this when we’re alone then.”

she chuckles, giving a final, desperate kiss to your lips before leaving. Wiping the blood from her neck and leaving you a flustered mess behind her.

(sorry for any spelling mistakes, I did this in The car 😅)

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ncis-nerd · 1 month

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Drabble-

Warnings: Smut, Oral Fixation, Degradation, Praise, Pet Names, Teasing, Reader has uterus.

Ship- Carol x gn!reader

"What if someone sees you baby? All spread out and exposed..." Carol mumbled, dragging a finger down your folds. Y/n moaned in response. "Shh.. wouldn't want anyone to hear.. to walk right in and see how wet you are for me." Carol removed y/n's soaked panties and slipped in into her pocket. "Saving that for later" Carol smirked. Carol drew excruciatingly slow circles around y/n's clit. They whined, wanting Carol to stop teasing. Carol took her fingers, coated in y/n's cum, her finger glistening just like y/n's pussy. She brought it up to their mouth. "Shh... suck baby.. I know you want too." Carol purred. Y/n opened their mouth eagerly and twirled their tongue around Carol's fingers. "Fuck, you feel so good, angel." Carol groaned.

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silver-pieces · 1 year

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divine gifts

Pairing: Carol x (afab) gn!reader (where reader is technically an alien, but basically just a human from a different planet)

Word Count: 1.26k

Synopsis: Carol bathes on an alien planet with you as her servant.

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, smut (FF, fingering, breast play), bathing, hair washing, stripping

A/N: Day 14 of Marvel Girlfriend May (please don't check the date 😭) is for Carol Danvers 💛🧡❤️‍🔥

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Carol Danvers sinks into the milky water until her breasts are just barely visible, and lets out a low groan of satisfaction.

A flush of heat rises to your face. Witnessing the indecency of the people you serve is nothing new, but she is a powerful warrior - some say a goddess - and to hear a sound of pleasure come from her lips feels like a divine gift.

She beckons you forth with a rough wave of her hand. "Come here."

You walk over, bare feet coming to a stop at the side of the bathtub.

She peaks an eye open at you, and gives your body a once-over. "Hm... still weird."

"Weird?" you repeat, looking down at your servant's nightgown. "Have I offended you?"

She smiles and frowns, somehow at the same time. "What exactly is your job?"

"To serve you."

"In what way?"

You swallow down your nerves. "In any way."

She swirls a petal in the water, and your eyes follow the movement.

"Are you a slave?"

"No, mistress."

"So you want to be here?"

"Yes."

"And if you didn't want to do something..."

"I can say no."

She tilts her chin up to look you in the eyes, her pupils dilating, drawing you in. "Get in here, then."

Your lips part. You pause. Not because you don't want her, but because you do, and that can't be what she means.

She barely broke a sweat saving your entire planet. She's glowing, physically capable, confident, and now that you're this close, you can scent her heady, earthy scent. The others were right - she is a goddess. She can't want you.

But she gave you an order.

You gather your nightgown around your knees and step over the rim of the tub.

The water is warm.

She doesn't move back. Her toned arms rest over the sides of the tub as she watches you slowly lower yourself on top of her.

You perch on her lap, knees planted either side of her, your nightgown billowing. "Shall I wash you?"

Her mouth curves into a smirk. "Sure." And then she leans back and reveals the curve of her neck.

Goddess. It's impossible not to stare.

You cup the milky water in your hands and rise, kneeling over her to pour the potent mixture over her suntanned skin. It's mesmerising, rivulets of water running over her bare skin, over the slight curve of her breasts. You scoop and pour again, more and more, until she is well and thoroughly glistening.

With her eyes closed, her head back, and her shoulders relaxed, there's a sort of peacefulness about her.

"I can wash your hair as well?" you speak softly, scooping up more water.

She looks down at it curiously, brows furrowed. "With this milky water?"

You nod.

"Huh, so you guys have all-in-one, I guess."

"All-in-one?"

"You know, shampoo, conditioner, bodywash." She shrugs.

"What is sham-poo?"

"You know what, never-mind. New planet, new learning curve." She sits up in the tub, water sloshing and biceps bracing with the movement. "I would love for you to do my hair."

"Yes, of course."

She's eye level with your breasts now as you kneel over her, and your nightgown does little to hide your nipples perking out beneath the soft white fabric. It doesn't help things when she lowers her gaze directly to them and stares, as you begin to massage the water into her hair with practised ease.

Her head moves slightly with your movements, but she remains firmly in place, her eyes open and staring straight at your breasts.

It sends butterflies to your stomach, and you can't help the way your nipples continue to poke out, chest expanding with each breath you take, no matter how shallow.

You're not sure when exactly it happens; suddenly you notice she's gotten closer. Her breath disturbs the fabric. You slow your hands. "Mistress?"

Silence. She blinks, millimetres away from your breasts. Her wet hair clings to her, a few stray locks breaking up the smooth planes of her face. “I saved a lot of lives today, didn’t I?”

“You saved all of us.”

“Mm.” She tilts her head slightly, and suddenly you feel her running her hand up your thigh, leaving a wet trail behind as it rises above the water level. “I don’t usually take any rewards.”

“Maybe... you should.”

Her hand stops, right below your hip. “Seems wrong, taking advantage.” She flicks her brown eyes up, locking you in her gaze.

You swallow. “It shouldn’t. Not if it’s offered up to you willingly.”

Her gaze turns molten.

With a surging of water, she takes your hips with both hands and tugs your body down until you’re sitting on her lap. The low neckline of your nightgown is ripped from you seconds later, water running down your bare breasts from her wet hands as she peels the fabric from your body.

“You,” she says, leaning her forehead against yours, eyes lowered to your bare breasts, “You are my reward, then.”

You nod, noses brushing against each other. Her natural earthy scent has blended with the light jasmine of the bathwater, filling your lungs. “I am.”

And with that, she lowers her head to your breasts. A divine throbbing pulses between your legs, feeling her bury her face between them, a steady palm on the small of your back to keep you in place.

You entwine your fingers in her hair and gasp when you feel her mouth close over your nipple. Eyes fluttering, because yes yes yes this is better than anything you’ve ever felt before. You pull her closer on instinct, and moan as you feel her suck.

Her other hand snakes between your legs, beneath the fabric, and without warning she strokes her fingers through the folds of your horny, needy pussy.

“Carol,” you breathe, thighs tensing around her hand, canting your hips. The water sloshes.

She swirls her tongue over your skin. “Take it,” she growls, and shoves her fingers into your needy cunt.

Your head falls back as bliss wracks through you, and you arch your breasts in her face.

She pulls you closer by the small of your back, and with her other hand, two fingers invade your channel with relentless thrusts while her thumb searches through your folds to find your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your core.

“Oh - oh - right there, please don’t stop,” you beg her. You reach out and grip the rim of the tub.

She kisses, bites, and licks a trail up your sternum, devouring you with pleasure and greed as you ride her fingers.

“Come for me,” she whispers against your skin. Goosebumps rise as shivers run down your spine, but your focus is purely on the white-hot pleasure building between your legs. “Give me my reward.”

You cry out, and as she kisses and nips at your neck, you come on her lap. Jolts of bliss wrack your body, your hips canting, her fingers unrelenting in between your legs. She keeps you right where she wants you, arched out in bliss, open and naked on her lap.

As the pleasure ebbs, you become boneless in her arms.

“Mm,” she hums, a cocky smirk on her face as she lays back in the tub, letting you lean on her and recover. “I’m glad I saved this planet.”

“Me too,” you say, panting gently against her neck. “You are welcome back anytime.”

She gives a low, soft growl, her hands roaming along your bare skin, stroking you gently. “I’ll gladly come back again soon.”

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captains-simp · 2 years

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Carol Danvers ~ Friends With Complicated Benefits

Art by wickedmuses

A/n: Happy birthday to brie larson, the timing of this post was not deliberate 😭

1.8k words

Warnings: oral sex, praise and blood draining

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“Jesus, Carol, you look like shit.” You muttered as you took in the sight of your best friend slumped against the back of the bed with a far off look in her eye that was aimed at the tv on the wall. You propped down your bag and kicked off your shoes as you gave Carol a concerned look from across the room. “When was the last time you ate?” You asked cautiously.

The ex hero hated what she had to ‘eat’ to survive. Once the strongest Avenger that protected the world from any and all harm, Carol had become one of the monsters that lurked in the shadows and feasted on the vulnerable. The kind of threat that she herself would have once strived to banish or kill. It destroyed her piece by piece every time she took a life. She always swore against doing it again until the pure animalistic urges became too strong and her attacks were far more brutal than they would have been if she had a hand on the steering wheel. Any threat to her life brought that out. There was nothing she could do.

Needless to say, Carol wasn’t the best at taking care of herself when that was what it took, but that wasn’t the only way her self care dropped. There were times the Captain found it hard to tackle seemingly simple tasks like shower so you checked in on her whenever you could to lift her spirits and brought her over the top bubble baths, junk food (that she could eat if she had blood with it), cheesy romance films she loved taking the piss out of, anything you could.

The biggest thing you gave was yourself. When Carol didn’t eat there was a particularly rough patch between when she started to get hungry and when it took over entirely. She seemed utterly exhausted and like a dead woman walking, which she technically was but you never brought that up. It pained you to see her like that, so you offered your own blood - as much as she could take before you were on the brink of passing out.

Of course, she hated it at first. She had shouted at you for even suggesting such a thing but you pushed it again and again until one night she snapped and sunk her teeth into the soft skin of your neck before you knew what was happening and drained you until you started to feel dizzy. She had done it a few times, insisting she didn’t want to make it a habit or rely on you, not that you would have minded.

“Car.” You said as you sat down next to her. She looked at you briefly then turned back to the screen, pretending to focus on what was going on. “Look at me.” She didn’t. You grabbed her chin softly and turned it towards you and saw Carol’s gaze soften.

“You shouldn’t be here.” She said quietly. “I could hurt you.”

“I know that, but I don’t care. I just want you to be okay.” You said honestly. Carol watched you carefully, like she was trying to find a lie beneath your words.

“Why?” She continued, in need of the reassurance only you could provide.

“Because I care about you, Car. I can’t lose you to something I can help prevent.” You whispered. Carol’s eyes glistened in the light as she took in your words. You were about to continue, to tell her just how much she meant to you but you were stopped when she kissed you.

You responded immediately, falling into a perfect rhythm with the blonde and cherishing the faint taste of the strawberry chapstick she always used. You bought it for her. You whimpered when Carol lifted you up and moved you to straddle her lap. You allowed her to manhandle you all she wanted, only focusing on the feeling of her lips against yours. She caught you off guard when she bit down and apparently was surprised herself to find that her fangs had come out. You felt the sharp puncture to your lips and Carol hissed and pulled away as soon as a drop of blood touched her own lips.

She groaned and fought to keep urges under control. The taste of your blood was addicting and brought up so many grotesque images in her head of your bloodied, lifeless, body laying on her bed, eyes staring straight up in shock. Images like that flashed through the blonde’s mind frantically and it was harder for her to control her impulses. She saw so much blood. So much of your blood. She had never told you, but yours tasted better than any other. It was so much more difficult to contain herself when she drained you.

“It’s okay.” Your voice came through the haze. Carol blinked when she felt your hands on either side of her face, pulling her back towards you. Her vision cleared just like that, back to the present with you. She could still taste you though. “You should keep going.” You encouraged gently but the captain shook her head as she leaned into your touch.

Carol had been entirely honest with you about the details of her new form and the powers it included. The only thing she hadn’t told you about was the inhuman increase in her smell. She was going to tell you once she noticed it, but then she had drained you for the first time and could smell the arousal between your legs. She smelt it every time and she had been eager to have the full experience of it at some point. That evening, she decided she had waited enough.

“I want to taste something else.” Your breath caught in your throat when she opened her eyes and locked them in on you. They were almost feline, pupils turned into thin slits and the usual brown becoming an emerald green.

Your thighs squeezed together at her words but her hands suddenly shot down to grip them, like she had some sixth sense that told her what you did. She pushed them apart slowly as she kept her eyes locked on yours. Her slim fingers hooked under your sweatpants and panties and pulled them down together. You relaxed in her grip when her cold hands ran down your thighs after she had discarded the clothing.

"Carol." You whined softly and she smirked knowingly.

"Patience." She cooed as her head dropped to the place between your legs. You threaded your fingers through Carol's thick hair and she allowed you to push her closer to where you needed her most. Her grip on your thighs tightened as she ran her tongue teasingly through your folds and moaned against you once she tasted how wet you were for her.

"Fuck." You whimpered softly when her tongue danced on your clit and sucked on the throbbing button. She hummed as she sucked and you squirmed beneath her at the buzz. You bucked your hips up when Carol withdrew from your clit only to dip her tongue through your folds. You moaned as your head fell back against the pillows and the blonde pushed her tongue in further, curling it expertly to brush against every inch of your inner walls only to savour as much of your taste as she could. You tugged on her hair harder when her tongue flexed on your g spot. Gasping, you pleaded for Carol to continue what she was doing, desperate to make the bliss last longer.

"Good girl." The blonde groaned when she felt you clench around her muscle. Her hands wandered up beneath your shirt to tweak your hardened nipples between her forefinger and thumb. The action earned her another needy mewl from you and had you gushing with more wetness.

"Carol." You panted. "I'm gonna cum, please don't stop!" You begged shamelessly. Carol chuckled, the vibrations making you feel even more on fire, and started thrusting her tongue faster.

The coil finally snapped when she started rubbing your clit in tight circles with her thumb. You came hard on your best friend's tongue and bucked your hips up into her to ride out your orgasm for as long as you could until Carol pulled away with a satisfied grin and you pulled her in for a rough kiss and hummed at the taste of yourself.

Carol however, was reacquainted with the intoxicating taste of your blood. She hissed lowly into the kiss and you gently pushed her back. "It's okay. Take it." The blonde eyed your pulse point hungrily, watching the quick pulsations and practically drooling at the sight.

As much as she wanted to, she couldn't hold off her urges any longer and lunged forward towards your neck. Her sharp fangs pierced your skin and sunk in instantly. You gasped at the sudden pain and gripped onto Carol's back for stability as your blood started to stream out and into the blonde's mouth.

Carol sucked on the spot that her teeth were anchored into and growled against you, feeling her strength and power overwhelming her as it returned. She had no idea that blood post orgasm could taste so much better and give her such an intense power rush. It went straight to her head and she gripped onto your fragile body tighter.

"Carol." You said weakly once you realised you were past the point that she usually stopped. You pushed against her weakly but the blonde growled louder and more blood gushed from your wound. "Please." You whimpered.

Her eyes shot open and she ripped herself from you suddenly. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm so-" you shushed her weakly and pulled her to you with all the strength you could.

"I'll get you steak and chocolates and-" She rambled, reciting the foods she kept in her apartment for moments such as these to help raise your blood levels back to normal, but you cut her off again. Sure, she had gotten carried away but you knew you would be fine. If anything you were feeling slightly giddy from the whole exchange.

"Just stay." You croaked. Carol nodded and pulled you close to her, kissing the spot on your neck that she had punctured and wrapping her arms around you to cradle your weak body. She only started to relax once she felt your breathing come back to normal and saw the open wound on your neck begin to close. You were right. You would always be in safe hands with Carol, even if that night was a close call.

"Thank you." She said, clearer than ever. You hummed, a small smile playing on your lips and feeling safe in the arms of your favourite vampire.

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phoebefucking-bridgers · 2 years

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an extra thought i had from this one, i need daddy carol so bad 😵‍💫

wrote this while listening to folklore. i am not okay.

“You can take more than that, can’t you? Baby? Or are you too much of a dumb little baby to even understand what I’m saying?” Her fingers breached your lips and hung loosely in your open mouth, smirking when you squirmed in her lap. She didn’t bother to keep you still.

Her hand took place around your neck, gently squeezing and rubbing small circles with her thumb, something she always did to calm you down, something to send you into a dumbed down headspace. Exactly how she wanted you.

Her lithe fingers explored further into your lips, ignoring your gags and cries until her knuckles were resting firmly against your open lips, your mouth full to the brim with Carol.

Your earned blurred with tears, but Carol didn’t relent. She sent you a look of faux sympathy, before returning to her task at hand. When she found herself finally satisfied, which could’ve been five minutes, ten, maybe even an hour. You didn’t know anymore. The gasp you let out when you fingers quickly left your empty mouth was like no other.

“That’s it, shh.. you’re daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?”

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abbyromanoff · 4 months

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Could you do: beefy!gp!Carol who gets jealous after seeing you flirt with one of the avengers?

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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 :)

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“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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nocxta · 1 year

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yoooo, broken telephone got me fucked up holy shit. fwb + pining is one of my favorite guilty pleasure tropes ngl, and the way you write their character interaction is painfully beautiful, absolutely sublime. i hope everything's good w you & your fam, nd i'd love to read more, (of course no pressure tho).

Broken Telephone II

Read Part I -> HERE

Wordcount: 1.7k

WARNING: I kinda went the crazy route with this one 😊

You awoke to the rhythmic rain pattering against the floor-to-ceiling window beside your bedpost. The familiar sound of snoring that you had grown to take an unusual comfort in sounding soft beside the water droplets hitting the glass.

Your head swirled with vague memories of the night before, the thought of what an anxious, emotional wreck you had been making your stomach churn. That, along with the soreness that seemed to spread to a new place with your every breath– fought inccessantly to keep you conscious despite your many efforts to roll over and drift back asleep.

You decided you’d make your usual french exit, peeling back the duvet you had convinced yourself many others had slept beneath, you quickly slipped from the bed you deemed suspiciously comfortable.

You took a moment to admire the different coloured bruises and bitemarks littered across your skin, examining the shared scars and scratches spread across Carol’s back next.

Quietly, you burrowed through the wistful collage of discarded clothing spread untidily across the carpeted floor, hissing at the stubbing of your toe against the bed’s wooden leg. The action does lead to you finding your misplaced underwear, though. They lie a bit beneath the bed beside a lone sock, and as you finally tear your gaze from your task of silently shuffling your panties up your legs, your mouth drops in horror as you meet the smirking Avenger’s gaze.

“Don’t let me stop you.” She chuckles in a groggy morning voice that makes your insides flutter.

She smirks as if your scrambling to leave undetected is the funniest thing in the world, eyeing your half-naked form with amusement and lust.

“Got someplace to be?” Grinning, she peels back the duvet, revealing her own naked body. Instinctively, you turn your head in the opposite direction– although you’ve seen her like this more times than you cared to count.

Ignoring your reaction, she slips from the sheets- moving closer to you as she ties her hair back into a low ponytail. You draw your gaze to your own feet, too embarrassed and emotional to stress the fact that you’re standing topless in front of the woman who you’d just recently decided that you hated.

“You alright?” She asks, expression softening at the realization that you weren’t reciprocating her humour.

You hesitate for a moment, briefly considering the bizarre idea of confessing your feelings for her right then and there. Breaking down, burrowing your tear-streaked face into her bare chest, telling her how much you needed her, how each night you two had spent together meant more than you could even put into words. But you quickly came to your senses once her warm touch causes you to remember that touching is the only thing she cares for from you.

“You seem…” She scans your face, lips slightly parted as she searches for the right words.

“I’m alright. Just a bit out of it, maybe still a tad asleep.” You lied, rubbing the non-existent sleep from your eyes for extra effect and half-smiling.

“Well, then. How about I wake you up?” The words are whispered softly into your skin, and you’re not sure if the sense of relief you feel is thanks to her believing your bold-faced lie or the soft lips that you adored pressing delicately to your shoulder blade.

She doesn’t wait for a response. Instead, she moves behind you and slides the panties you had worked so hard to get on down your legs with ease.

“Carol,” You groan, grabbing for her hand that now trailed slowly between your thighs.

“Do you want me to stop?” Her head is quickly withdrawn from the crook of your neck, hand moving just as fast from your cunt.

“No, no. Just-” Stammering, you turn to look her in the eye, sure to return the lustful gaze she was just giving you.

“Come.” You order, gripping her wrist and pulling her into the untidy restroom. Relying on your impulsive thoughts and the random wave of adrenaline that had just washed over you, you push her hard against the shower door, drowning her in a passionate kiss before she can return the favor in a fight for dominance you knew you’d lose.

You kissed her as if your life depended on it. Like oxygen was more a want than a necessity. Like, somehow, if you mashed your lips together hard enough, if you held her close enough, she’d feel the same way about you that you did her. Like maybe, just maybe, if you fucked her good enough, she’d begin to confuse her arousal and satisfaction with infatuation.

Mistake lust for love.

Just as you feared you might’ve.

She hums in pleasure as you grope her breasts, opening the clear shower door and roughly shoving her into the empty shower room. You barely give her enough time to flick the shower water to life before you’ve captured her lips in another bruising kiss.

Her eyes shoot open with shock as she gasps for air in between kisses, you do the same- slowly dropping to your knees before her and looping each of your arms about her wet thighs. Moaning at the taste of her on your tongue, delving into her folds before she’s gotten the chance to spread her legs even a bit for you.

Lapping furiously at ther clit before taking the entirety of it into your mouth, sucking brutally on the throbbing bundle of nerves before lifting your gaze to meet hers.

She wore the same shocked expression for all of 10 seconds before it quickly morphed into bliss. You eyed her hungrily, raking your sharp nails down the back of her thighs and drawing an aggrieved grunt from her pretty mouth.

You were getting rougher– taking your anger out on every patch of skin you could reach in her body. You began to draw blood from the flushed skin on her thighs as you furiously lapped at the folds of her cunt. Carol grabbed a tense hold of your hair, subtly pulling you away from her as you continued to ignore her moans of a delicious mix of pain and plesure.

One finger slips from her right thigh, teasing her sloppy, wet hole and occasionly bumping into your chin which was violently rubbing against her core.

“Y/n, yes, please. Fuck,” You’d never heard her beg before, she never once said the word “please” to you- even in casual conversation. The desperation that lingered in her brown eyes as she peered down at you was all the reason you needed to give her exactly what she unabashedly begged for. Moaning at the clearly-satisfied reaction you get once you finally push a finger into her cunt, you’re far from hesitant to add a second. She gasps in pleasure as her nails lightly scratch your scalp through the strong grip she’s taken on your hair.

Her moans rise into the steamy air as you thrust and curl your fingers. Lightly teasing her clit with your tongue through puckered lips.

“Y/n, more, please! I’m so close, fuck!” She cries out into the air.

What if you’re confusing your teammates just as much as you’re confusing yourself? What if it doesn’t work? What if she truly doesn’t love you and no amount of astounding intercourse will change that?

What if–

Pushing the thought aside, you obey immediately, pushing a third finger into the already-spasming superheroine above you and quickeing the laps ofyour tongue against her slick heat.

She comes undone with a screech of your name poorly muffled by her own palm.

You contine to fuck her into the wall, pace speeding up as she sobs for you to slow down. Hearing her beg for you had you feeling like a man starved of sound, hearing a seraphic melody drift through the air for the first time.

It was almost sadistic, the way you revelled in her pain, her begging of your leniency, your mercy.

You wanted to make her feel the way she made you. Hurt.

You wanted to fuck her so good that she’d be physically and mentally unble to leave your side, to turn your amorous proposal down.

Her pleas soon fell on deaf ears as your indefatigable fingers pushed deeper and deeper into her, drawing the… what? 4th orgasm from her? You sure as fuck weren’t counting as you sobbed into her warmth.

The shower water went cold and suddenly all you could hear was “Red, red, red.” in between sobs. Carol jammed her arm against the button, stopping the stream of water as she fell to the ground. (not literally) You both sat in your designated corners of the counterintuitively large shower in silence for a moment. All that could be heard were the soft plops of the remaining water falling from the now-disabled showerhead and your broken cries of “sorry, I’m so sorry”.

Your tears confused her as she searched your face for an indication as to what the fuck had just happened.

“I’m sorry.” You croaked.

“Y/n, it’s alright– you didn’t hurt me, I just had to tap o–”

Your wet feet slapping against the tiled floor cut her off as you wordlessly walked out of the bathroom and back into her bedroom.

You pulled your clothes on, the sheet of water and sweat draped across your whole body rendering your flimsy top useless.

By the time you were heading for the door, Carol was nothing more than a simple blob against the bathroom door through your vision, which was obstructed by tears.

Her touch, her smell, her essence was all over you– and you fought tirelessly to get it off as you waited at the stoplight that seemed to last forever and a day. Slapping at the sleeves of your blouse and wiping the slick from your face with a shaky arm you struggled in the driver’s seat of your car like a wounded and demented wild animal. The ticking of your left blinker was all you could hear, even after you had switched it off after your wavery turn down the unknown street. You were driving someplace. You didn’t know where– you just knew that it would have to be far enough from fucking Carol Danvers.

Author’s Note

Hi, babies! I'm very sorry if I donked up this series with my peculiarity! I'm Love, if you don't know me-- and this is my formal re-launch into writing after an unfoundedly long hiatus. I've been feeling a little down this month, so my next few fics will be dark and/or angsty. Feel free to request anything you'd like, though! I really do love to hear from you lovelies. <3

Thank you for reading,

Love

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ncis-nerd · 1 month

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Drabble-

Ship: Carol Danvers x gn!reader

Warnings: Reader has a uterus, Smut, Subspace, Oral sex, Reader sucks on Carol's strap.

A string of drool dripped down y/n's lip. They stood there on their knees, all spaced out. "Mm, daddy's little cockslut has no thoughts in their head, do they? All they know is to suck." Carol cooed, stroking y/n's hair as they gagged on Carol's cock. Licking the dildo and wet sounds escaping their mouth. Carol tugged on their perky nipples, they moaned in response. "So responsive, I love your little sounds, bunny." Carol praised, y/n's glassy eyes met hers. God, y/n looked so perfect like this, Carol loved that y/n trusted her this much to submit to her all the time, giving Carol full control.

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silver-pieces · 2 years

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Divine Gifts - 14/12/22 ~ Carol takes a bath on an alien planet with you as her servant. (Carol Danvers x (afab) gn!reader)

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captains-simp · 2 years

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146 with jock carol I would actually lose my mind

Jock!Carol chronicles are back

Warnings: masturbation, fingering and strap on use

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Being room mates with Carol came with a few pros and cons.

Pros: she was a surprisingly organised person so there was rarely any mess cluttering up the dorm, she never invaded your space and you'd be lying to yourself if you didn't admit she was easy on the eyes.

Cons: she brought a fair few girls back to your dorm, sometimes without much of a warning, and she rarely let you study in peace, always telling you about the parties you should be going to with her instead of burying your head in your books.

You'd always brush her off, telling her that was easy for her to say when all she needed was to be scouted by the right person for her career to be set in stone, but she would just repeat the same thing the next day. Besides, the long hours that Carol spent at those parties were the only time you got some time to yourself and you planned to continue to savour them.

Thinking you would be alone for the rest of the night, you settled comfortably under your covers and pulled up some of your favourite videos, allowing yourself to relax and focus on the scenes unfolding infront of you as your hand wandered down your bare skin to the space between your legs.

Your eyes fluttered and breathing heavied when your fingers brushed against your clit. You pressed harder and started to let the video fuel your own fantasies, imagining the fingers touching you belonged to a certain blonde. You tried to push her from your thoughts at first until the image of the smug grin gazing down at you drew a quiet whimper. You closed your eyes and invisioned how her hair would fall down infront of her face as her lust glazed eyes fell to your lips as her fingers finally...

Carol's empty beer bottle thudding to the ground broke you from your thoughts and your eyes snapped open to meet hers immediately. You scrambled to sit up but held your duvet close to your chest to keep the blonde from seeing any more than she already had.

"I thought you were at the party." You said, wide eyed as Carol stared back with her mouth slightly agape. You weren't sure you had ever seen her speechless before.

"I was. Cops crashed it though." She said quietly and suddenly averted her gaze in what you thought was a pretty delayed reaction.

“Were you just masturbating?” She asked up front though a small smile started to appear as she looked back at you.

"Were you watching?" You fired back with a burst of confidence.

“U-uh, no. I was just..." Carol started but when she noticed you didn't look furious at the intrusion she took a step towards your bed as her head played with all the possibilities that her next comment could bring. "Want some help?”

You stared back at Carol blankly for a second before exhaling slowly and lowering your duvet as you did. You watched for any signs of the blonde having a sudden change of heart but judging by the way her eyes darkened as they travelled down your exposed chest, you figured she was more than interested.

With two long strides, Carol was at your bed and cupping your cheeks in her hands as she leant down to kiss you. You pulled her onto your bed by the waist and eagerly allowed her to take what she wanted and push you flat back down onto the mattress.

You brought your hands up to Carol's neck and tangled your fingers amongst her locks, letting them thread themselves in the blonde waves you had been craving to feel for quite some time. Carol exhaled sharply when you gave a testing tug and pushed her hips roughly against yours, alerting you to the bulge concealed between her legs. You whimpered softly at the sensation of the Captain's piece pushing against you and spread your legs in hope of more direct friction.

"Looks like you've done most of the work for me." Carol mused, her lips hovering above yours as she held your thighs open and allowed her thumb to wander painfully close to your pussy. "You're so fucking needy and I've barely touched you." She chuckled.

You huffed and refrained from rolling your eyes, instead pulling at the belt of Carol's pants to reach her zipper until the blonde took ahold of your hands and pinned them either side of your head. "You've done enough work, princess. Let me take care of the rest." You nodded silently as Carol methodically pulled her strap free from its confines when her pants where discarded.

"You want my cock, pretty girl?" Carol asked as she gripped the strap and stroked the head through your wet folds.

"Yes, Carol. Please, I need it." You pleaded shamelessly, gaining a deep chuckle from the woman above you.

"If you need it who am I to deny such a sweet thing." The blonde quipped as she eased the head of the strap into your pussy and grunted at the slight resistance she was met with. "Fuck, y/n, you're so tight." She groaned as she watched lustfully as your cunt stretched to take her piece.

You soon found yourself lost in the intense pleasure of being filled up at every angle the more Carol eased herself into you until her harness was pressed firmly against your stomach. The blonde smiled down at you assuringly as you took several moments to catch your breath. “I want more.” You said, wrapping your legs around Carols waist and gripping the sheets beneath you.

The Captain slowly withdrew the strap before snapping her hips forwards and quickly thrusting the toy back into you again, gaining a breathy moan from you both. In a sudden need to be even closer to her, you gripped onto Carol’s back and brought her as close to you as possible, making her thrusts shorter but far harder.

The needy moans this brought from you was all Carol needed to start fucking you with everything she had, slamming the toy at a merciless pace you knew you would be feeling the next day. “I wanna cum.” You managed to say breathlessly as the toy began hitting spots you could hardly reach yourself.

"Yeah, princess? You wanna make a mess on my cock?" Carol smirked as she planted soft kisses along your neck that contrasted greatly to the way she was abusing your pussy.

"So bad." You cried out as your hips started to buck up into her.

"Then what are you waiting for, doll? Cum for me." Barely a second passed until your whole body tensed up and shook violently as the intense waves of your orgasm washed over you. Carol continued to thrust the toy into your pussy to allow you to enjoy every last moment of your bliss, gazing down at you in awe as she did so.

"Beautiful." She muttered, though you didn't hear it in your hazy state. She kissed your forehead soothingly then planted a soft kiss to your lips, making you smile before she spoke again. "How else have you imagined me fucking you?"

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