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pixiexdusts-world · 21 days
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Y/n: I’ve only ever said ‘I love you’ to two people in my entire life: Carol and a girl in a dark club who I mistook for Carol.
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nocxta · 8 months
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Lonely
pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader
word count: 4.9k
TW: 18+ | minors, please dni <3 | Carol has a penis | Smut | Captain kink | Vaginal Fingering (r! receiving) | Strong Language | Vaginal Penetration (r! receiving) | Degradation Kink | Breath restriction/choking | Oral Sex (c! receiving)| Sexting | Nude Photos | Anal Sex Mentioned | Anal Play | Restraints Used/MINIMAL Bondage | Not much aftercare |
a/n: Please do not hesitate to let me know of any warnings I might've missed! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this unstructured smut! <3
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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drurrito · 7 days
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Welcome Aboard
A/N: Cranked out my first fic for Carol. All mistakes are mine.
Pairings: Carol Danvers x Reader
Warnings: A little bit of angst and alcohol use
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Carol never has visitors.
When the boarding request pops up on her communications system, she almost blows it to bits, it's a sound she hasn't heard in years. It takes her a few seconds to finally press the button to speak to whoever is waiting on the other side.
"Who's there?" she finally asks.
"Captain Marvel?" a voice responds, "I'm agent y/n, I'm here from S.A.B.E.R. Our comms are down indefinitely, so Fury sent me over to do a briefing."
Carol looks over at Goose, who's stretched out across the navigation station, unbothered by the news of an unexpected guest. Carol tries to emulate the same attitude, striding over to the door to greet you like she's done this plenty of times. She used to at some point, that has to count for something, right?
She loses her bravado as soon as she finds you standing in the entryway.
"Captain Marvel, it's a pleasure to meet you," you stick your hand out and Carol takes it after a beat too long. You don't take offense, Fury gave you the rundown on how long Carol has been isolated. It only took a few minutes to conclude that being a multi-galactic hero is a lonely job.
Carol doesn't stand around for too long, she hurries into the ship after inviting you in.
"Excuse the mess, been a while since someone's been aboard," she apologizes, tossing a single loose shirt into a hamper in the corner and tidying a pillow that was definitely knocked over by Goose.
"It's no problem, are you ready to start the briefing?"
"Sure, you want a drink or anything? Besides water, I think there's a few bottles of brew from Aladna hiding in the back of the fridge," Carol is already halfway to the kitchen, oblivious to the quizzical look on your face.
"I'm okay, Captain, honest," you flash her a friendly smile, and she feels the air escape her lungs. Her shoulders descend from her ears as she walks over to the chair across from you. You're too busy pulling up the agenda to notice.
Carol gingerly takes a seat, her hands rubbing vigorously against her thighs. She might be the first person to grate their hands on denim jeans at this rate. You're still looking for the agenda when Carol springs up from her seat, "are you sure you're not hungry? I'm so sorry, I should have offered before-"
"Captain?"
"Yes?" Her eyebrows were about to launch into orbit, she was already a few paces away from the kitchen, scraping the farthest corners of her mind for that recipe she learned from a family she helped a few galaxies ago.
"I'm okay, really."
"Right," she hurries over to the chair again and lets her body unceremoniously drop into it, vowing to herself she'll never get up from this spot unless she absolutely needs to. She looks up to see you waiting patiently for her go-ahead. Despite traveling to the furthest edges of the universe, she's never seen anything like the color of your eyes.
She collects herself quickly before saying, "let's get started."
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The briefing was mostly successful. Turns out your agenda was outdated, the correct one must have been wiped out from the surge that knocked out the comms. You had to ad-lib everything that was left out and corrected anything that was no longer relevant. Carol watched you intently the whole time, like the fate of the universe depended on scheduled ship maintenances and admin tasks.
"There's still one thing, it was from a meeting last week," you stand, pacing back and forth trying to jog your memory.
"I'm sure it's in there somewhere, maybe we can take a look with these?" Carol is holding two memory dive devices. You've never had to use them before, but you know everything there is to know about how they work.
"Good idea Captain."
"You can call me Carol, agent, it's alright," she hands you one of the devices.
"Thank you," you just nod and take the device, Carol pretends the way your fingers brushed against hers for a fleeting second didn't just make her spine tingle. She lets you take her bed while she sits in the tattered recliner she's been meaning to get rid of.
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It all happens so fast.
One second you're watching the memory of you sitting in a briefing room with Fury and your colleagues, the next, you're watching Carol's memory of Maria telling her to take Goose.
"The cancer came back."
You can only watch a few more blurs of Carol's memory before you jolt upright. Your body is so tense, all you can do is let out a shuddering breath and a few tears.
"Y/n?" Carol is already by your side, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen."
Her voice is distant, like she's calling to you from the other end of the galaxy in the deepest cave. You're still trying to get your bearings, that was far too much pain packed into what was only seconds with the mind dive.
"Can you look at me? Please?"
She sounds much closer now, you turn to look at her and suddenly remember where you are. Your breath is still unsteady as you wipe the half-dried tears on your cheeks, embarrassed over being reduced to tears.
"That...those were your memories," you finally speak, Carol sighs in relief. Her hands have been hovering between your shoulders and face this whole time, unsure if touching you was the best idea.
"Yeah, they were," she straightens up, taking the device from your hands and tossing both aside.
"I've been trying to remember everything...before, well, everything," Carol starts again, looking at anything but you, "I'm so sorry, if I knew that was going to happen I wouldn't have-"
She's cut off by the feeling of your arms pulling her against you. She almost forgot how much she loves hugs, almost.
Carol returns the favor and wraps her arms around you. You both stay like that for a while. Loss is one of the first lessons a hero learns, but it doesn't mean they're impervious to its effects, especially with how often it happens. Carol is trying to convey how sorry she is with every circle she rubs into your back. You only part when it seems like the dust has finally settled.
"I think I'll take that beer now," you say after heavy sigh. Carol gives you a sympathetic smile before heading to the fridge.
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Carol explains everything that you saw.
She also tells you stories about her life before this one, and her adventures from roaming the galaxies. You did a poor job of trying to stifle your giggling when she mentioned being married to Aladna's prince to resolve a "legal issue." That earned you some side eye and an eventual smirk.
Carol swears she's mostly made peace with everything that happened, but you both know it weighs heavy on her from time to time.
Especially during long stretches of solitude like this one.
Goose saunters over to you and spills over your feet belly-up with a lazy "meow," a prime position for scratches.
"Goose is probably stoked to get scritches from someone other than me," Carol quips into the mouth of her beer.
"I could do this all day," you say without a second thought and Carol's smile reaches her eyes.
"Carol, I want my agent back," Fury chimes in over comms.
"I'll think about it," Carol says coolly as she takes a swig from her beer, you stand up out of habit from hearing Fury's voice.
"He's right, I should probably go, there's going to be million things to do now that comms are back up."
"Of course, let me walk you out," Carol sets her bottle down and leads you to the doorway. Seems like you only walked through there a few minutes ago. Time is playing tricks on you, it seems.
"Stay safe out there," Carol says.
"You too, Carol," you trade smiles, committing hers to memory by the time she pulls you in for a hug.
"Thank you," she whispers, hugging you tighter for a few seconds before finally letting you go.
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"So?" Fury is the first to greet you when you arrive at the station.
"Pretending comms is down just to give her human interaction is kind of evil...yet genius," you shake your head with a smile.
"I know she gets lonely out there, she'll never admit it. This is the least I can do," he shrugs before turning on his heel. He walks a few steps before turning to you again.
"Same time next month, agent y/n?"
"Of course sir."
He gives you a curt nod with a knowing smirk before finally leaving.
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ncis-nerd · 11 days
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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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romanoffsbish · 2 years
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Out of This World
Carol Danvers x Fem!Reader
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"It's a star, it's a meteor... IT'S MOMMY!" Riley sings from the porch, as he sees his superhero mom flying down from the sky.
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"Is that mommy's big boy?" She beams as she approaches the porch, with her hands behind her back and a goofy smile on her face.
"Yes! I'm mommy's big boy!"
She quickly smiles up at me, as I’m nursing our six month old—Charlotte, then reverts her gaze back to the four year old before her.
"I have something for you." She says and he eagerly throws his hands forward and closes his eyes, as he always does when she returns from a mission.
"Open." She shrieks, as she settles a rock of sorts into his hands, and places her hands to his shoulders as he nearly topples over at the weight.
"Oh my gosh! Mommy, no freaking way!" He shrieks excitedly, startling Charlotte, who unlatches and tries to peek out of my shirt.
"Yes freaking way!" She eagerly shouts back as she lifts him into the air, and spins his giggling form around.
"What is it I'm missing here?" I chuckle out, while pulling Charlotte out from under my shirt, and she immediately grins and does grabby hands for Carol.
"Mama! How do you not know?!" Riley gasps, as he squirms out of his mommy’s embrace and lugs the big ass rock over to me.
Carol swoops in, and cradles Charlotte close to her chest, and subtly works on burping her. Meanwhile, Riley drops the massive rock into my lap, and I groan at the impact.
"What is this? A meteor?" I groan, completely perplexed at the sheer weight of it.
"It's a piece of a star mama! Mommy promised me that she'd find a way to make it touchable for me, and she did! Isn't it cool!? Mommy's so cool!"
"Yeah, she's simply the best." I grumble playfully, rolling my eyes dramatically so Carol could bare witness, and she smirks my way.
"Who's hungry?!" I steer the conversation away from how fantastic my wife is, as I hear my little mans stomach growling.
"Me!" Riley shrieks.
"I think mommy wants to cook for us, yeah? Since she's just so cool." I playfully suggest, and watch as his face falls.
"Oh my gosh, mama, no! Don’t you member last time?" Riley cringes, as he shuffles my way for comfort from the ghastly memories of abandoned meals past, and I wrap him up in my arms.
I laugh boisterously at his antics, as I stand up and carry him indoors, suddenly realizing that I've possibly influenced his drama king ways…
“So, what do we wanna eat tonight then lil man?” I coo as I carry him to the kitchen.
“Psketti!” He shrieks, nearly deafening me as he giddily lifts his head from shoulder.
“Spaghetti it is, you wanna help mama, or go play with mommy?.”
He burrowed closer, and so I took that as my sign that he was sticking with mama.
I started heating up the water, then I kicked his step stool across the floor and settled him upon it, directly in front of the sink.
“Wash up lil man.” I gently command, as I drop some soap into his hand.
“Twinkle, twinkle little star, Look how clean my two hands are. Soap and water, wash and scrub, get those germs off rub-a-dub.
Twinkle, twinkle little star, Look how clean my two hands are.” He sings along while scrubbing his hands for as long as the tune lasts.
“All clean mama!” He boasts, and I smile proudly in his direction.
“Perfect! Now, let’s make some meatballs.” I place the bowl in front of us and he gets to rolling.
As we’re humming along to our tunes, I feel a set of arms wrap around my waist from behind.
“Smells divine…” My wife whispers as she places a gentle kiss to my neck, my body shivers at the contact and I can feel her chuckle against me.
“Mommy! Leave now! Mama and I are making you a special dinner…” Riley innocently commands.
“I have my meal right here..” She whispers directly into my ear and my legs nearly give way.
I nudge her lightly, then turn around in her arms to kiss her lips, certainly giving her whiplash. I pull away from her lips and she whines, and now it’s my turn to chuckle.
“You heard the man, get out!” I playfully shout, slapping her ass as she walks away.
“How about you set the table and put Char into her chair, dinners almost ready.?” I suggest in a command out after her.
Once our plates are put together Riles takes his mommy her “special” plate, and I settle some smaller portions to Char’s tray, and watch the sweet interaction at the end of the table.
“This is like the galaxy’s that you fly across, and the meatballs are like meteors. Does this look right mommy?” He beams, as he looks up to her with hopeful eyes, and a wide smile.
“Yes baby, this is perfect! Thank you so much for such a lovely dinner.”
“Mama helped too!” He chokes out over the mouthful of ‘psketti’ in his mouth.
“Oh yeah, I’ll make sure to thank mama later.” Carol slyly remarks, and you roll your eyes, while choosing to instead correct your son.
“Swallow your food before you speak, we don’t want you to choke.”
“Yes mama.” He politely responds as he reaches out for some water.
Your attention is drawn back to Charlotte as she throws her meatball chunk at your face, and giggles mischievously.
“Bath time! Mommy’s turn!” I laugh out, as I take a greasy, sauce covered baby and place her in her mortified mothers arms.
I send them off with goodnight kisses, then make my way to clean up the mess we’d made.
After the kitchens finally settled, and the kids seemingly are as well, I crawl into bed with my obviously exhausted lover, and I hear her sigh heavily.
“What? Did the kids battle you in the tub or something? Maybe at bedtime?”
“Yes, but it’s not that…” She grumbles, as she wraps her strong arms around me and pulls me close.
“What is it then darling?” I gently ask, as I roll to my side, and trace my fingers down her face.
“I just miss you, miss this all of the time…” She sighs out.
“Awww, is my superhero tired of superheroing?” I question in faux sincerity.
“Don’t tease me…” She whines.
“Oh, so you don’t like being teased?” I muse.
“Baby, I’m being serious… I miss you…” She whines once more, as she throws herself back on the bed.
“I’m right here my darling…” I rasp out, as I now hover over her body, then lean down to place gentle nibbles across her jawline.
“Jesus, you’re insatiable…” She groans, and tightens her grip on my hips, then flips me to my back.
“Yeah, and you’re out of this world.” I breathily reply and she falls against me in a fit of laughter.
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I said fluff, not smut… 🤪
❤️Kaitlyn🥺
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steinfellds · 2 years
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Gaming Cuddles
Pairing: Gamer!Carol x Fem!Reader
Summary: Even when Carol's playing her video games, you still want to cuddle up with her.
720 words
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You have had the most tiring day in all of existence.
You woke up at 6:30am and were immediately put in a grumpy mood when you saw your girlfriend wasn't in bed with you. You trained with Clint for 2 hours and then worked with Bruce in the lab for another 5. You then had training with Natasha for 2 hours and a half and she left a massive bruise on the side of your ribs.
You also only got 3 hours of sleep last night because you were busy working on a lab piece with Bruce.
You were just thankful your day was coming to an end so you could finally go back to your little apartment to where Carol would be waiting for you.
Before you even got to the front door of your apartment you heard Carol screaming inside.
"Maximoff, I swear to god, if you don't get your ass over here and heal me!"
You chuckled softly at her angry cry. She and Wanda had only met a couple of months ago but had quickly gotten along by talking about their video game obsession.
You were happy Carol was making friends. She barely had any due to her being up in space for years but when she met you, she decided to stay on Earth more often and only help planets if they desperately needed her.
You jiggled your keys into the house and opened the door. The smell of Carol's famous spaghetti hitting your nose.
"Hey, Babe!" You called out, walking into the kitchen to check on the spaghetti. It was ready so you took it out and set it on the counter to cool down.
When you didn't get a response, you sighed and walked into Carol's gaming room.
Carol was sitting with her knees against her chest with her head leaning on her knees. An awful position for her posture.
You walked behind Carol and hung your arms loosely around her neck. Carol pulled her headphones down to her neck and looked up at you with a big smile.
"Hey, when did you come in?" She asked softly before pulling you into a kiss.
"A couple of minutes ago," You whispered softly, smiling when Carol brought her knees down and patted her lap. She knew you enjoyed sitting on her lap while she played.
You straddled her thighs and buried your face in her neck, letting the exhaustion of your day wash over you. Carol pulled your body closer to hers and positioned herself so she could still play her game.
She brushed some hair out of your face so she could see you, "You cool if I talk to Wanda?"
You nodded, "Mhm, don't let me stop you from talking." You were completely fine just to quietly sit on her lap.
"Listen, I've got Y/n on my lap and if you make me yell at you because you're trash at this game-" Carol threatened, in a serious but non-serious way.
"Oooh, how romantic," You heard Wanda tease Carol through the headphones.
You looked up at Carol to watch her face turn a deep red.
"Shut it," She huffed, glancing down at you with a smile on her face.
You leaned up and peaked her lips with a smile of your own before falling back to your original resting place.
You don't remember when but you fell asleep on Carol. Though your nap was destroyed when Carol jumped in her chair out of excitement.
"Ah, sorry! Go back to sleep," Carol threaded her fingers through your hair, rubbing the back of your neck in an attempt to lull you back to sleep.
You let out a whiny groan. She had awakened you from your lovely nap and now you didn't feel tired anymore.
"I'm sorry-" She tried apologising again but you quickly brought your hand up to cover her mouth.
"Hush." You grumbled, tapping the tip of her nose softly before standing up.
"Hey, where you going?" Carol asked, pouting dramatically. She still wanted to cuddle with you.
"To eat, and you're coming too so get up." You walked out of her gaming room, knowing Carol would follow you. After a couple of seconds, you heard her heavy footsteps behind you which caused a small smile to spread across your lips.
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kiki-widow · 1 year
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Gym
Daddy Kink, G!p, anal, nipple play, fingering (C receiving), cum drinking, hair pulling, p in v, no protection
Carol (bottom) x G!p reader (top) 
Y/N Pov Carol was on all fourth her ass was just a little away from my dick. "Are you gonna fuck me hard Daddy?" I groaned and pushed my dick in her ass. That make her scream "FUCK DADDY." I pulled on her hair and- "Beep. Bepp. Beep." I opened my eyes and shut my alarm off then I feel that I had a hard one. I stand up from the bed and walked in my bathroom. I begann to jerk me off and remember my dream about my long time Crush Carol. She and I came to earth because her ship got broken and Tony needed to repair it. Carol and me were best friends since she came to space. We worked together and fight against the one that trained us.  We decided to become heros in the galaxy. After I finished I went to the training room and saw Carol do squats. Her ass looked really go- stop it Y/N. I taped my hands and punched the punchingbag. I punched a couple of times and then went to the treadmill.
  Carol Pov Fuck Y/N looked so hot. I wish I could fuck her right there. I watched her walk to the banche and drunk some water out of the bottle. I watched how her Muskels clenched and how one drop flow down her chin on her abs. She wore a Sports bra and some short's. And dam looked she sexy in them. After she put her waterbottle down she looked at me and saw that I was staring and do some squads in the same time. I saw that her eyes trailed down to my ass and saw that something was in her pants. Did she have a dick? Holy shit. She walked to me and pulled me on her front. We were so close. Our lips were almost touching. I looked in her eyes and saw that she looked at my lips. "Kiss me." I said. She kissed me first soft and than we started to make out. She swiped her tongue on my bottom lip and asked for entre but I denied. She growled and put her hands on my ass and squeeze it. I moaned and her tongue came fast in my mouth. I suckend on it. We pulled back for air and she said "Jump" I jumped up and she catches me at my ass. My legs where wrapped around her waist and we moaned because our centers touched. She walked to the nearest wall and pushed me against it. I moved my hips to against dlsome friction but it was not enough. She ripped my pants and  than my panties off of me without putting me down. I moaned at her action and saw her smirk she pulled my bra over my head and begann to suck on my Nippels. After she as finish she put one finger in my pussy and begann to suck on my neck. Then she pushed another finger in me. I trailed my hands town to her pants and pulled them down. Than I pulled her boxer shorts down and feelt her tip rubb against my clit. She moaned at the contact and pushed a thirt finger in me. "Fuck daddy I'm so close." I said. "Come for me baby girl." She pushed her fourth finger in me and begann to go faster. And that send me over the edge. I cryed out in pleaser and she helped me round out my orgasm than she pulled her fingers out making me whine and put them in her mouth. The since make me wet again. She put me down and walked me to the banche. There I sat down and looked for the first time at her dick. "Fuck you are so big. How big are you? " I said and making her groan. "15 inch babe." I locked my lips and sucked on the tip. She moaned and looked down at me and I looked up. We made eye contact and then I pushed her whole length in my mouth. That made her put her hand in my hair und me gaging. "Fuck Babygirl. You are such a slut for me." That made me moan and the pleasure go straight through her. "Your mouth feels so good around my big cok." I squeezed her balls and she came down my throat. I pulled back and showed her the cum in my mouth. Then she put her fingers on my chin and I closed my mouth and swallow than I open it again to show her. "good girl." she praised me. I saw that she was still hard so I go on all fours and looked back at her. "pleas fuck me daddy. Fill me up with your big dick." She put her hands at my hips and begann to pound in to my tigh pussy. "Fuck baby your so tight." "Everything for you daddy." She begann to jackhammer into me and kept praising me. After a while I feeled that I was about to cum. "Daddy I'm close don't stop." "Not yet baby." "Pleas daddy." "I will that we both come at the same time." "Then fuck me in my ass." I said. She pushed out and pushed back in my ass and pulled on my hair. What make her go depper. We were both moaning so much. "Fuck baby I'm close." After a few moments we came both at the same time and she pulled out of me. With her cum dripping down my ass.
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ynscrazylife · 2 years
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Carol danvers x reader (royal AU) where like.. Carol is a knight/warrior and reader is a princess?
Connected by the Constellations
Summary: Knight Carol and Princess Y/N are connected by the constellations of the sky.
Prompt: “The knight doesn’t know when it started, but every time he is on night watch, the princess joins him for a talk, claiming she is just unable to fall asleep.” By @creativepromptsforwriting
Authors Note: Second fic of my AU Event!
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Carol would quite literally thank her lucky stars when she was assigned night duty. All the other knights despised it - having to stand for hours in the dark when they should be sleeping? No, thank you. For the blonde, though, she was more than ready to offer herself up when their Captain asked for volunteers.
It wasn’t like it required much of her to do, anyway. She’d stand atop the walls beneath two out of four of the castle towers, looking over the courtyard until her shift was over. It wasn’t difficult, and although Carol preferred to use her strengths as a Knight - jousting, defending - it gave her a unique and rare opportunity:
To look at the sky.
Ever since she was a kid she loved it. The sky was enormous and at nighttime the stars would light it up like nightlights. For Carol, connecting the stars to form the constellations was her favorite form of puzzle. As a result, more often than not, instead of watching the courtyard, her gaze was pulled upward, in a way that it appeared as if she was defying gravity.
It was for that reason that on one spring night, her shifts from then on would be changed forever. Carol had been yearning at the sky as usual, which was why she didn’t hear the pitter-patter of slippers against the stone approaching her. She didn’t even realize that she had been joined by someone until their lavender fragrance wafted into her nose.
One blink and she was on alert, immediately unsheathing her sword, standing back, and pressing the tip of it to who was sure to be her attacker’s neck. Only when the person let out a mangled yelp did Carol realize who this was, and her eyes widened before she hastily pulled her sword far, far away.
“Your highness!”
Composing herself, the Princess straightened her posture, forcing out a dignified laugh. “Knight,” she greeted, curtseying.
“Please accept my deepest apologies, Your Highness. I mistook you for an attacker,” Carol explained, bowing her head.
Shaking her head, the Princess retained a polite smile. “It is fine. I’m glad that our Knights are on high alert. You are just doing your job,” she brushed aside, in such a leaderlike, future Queen-like, voice that it must’ve been drilled into her by her parents and teachers. “I just came by to look at the stars since I couldn’t sleep . . . Is that Orion?” She turned to the sky, pointing out a constellation.
Narrowing her eyes, Carol blinked, finding that the Princess was correct. Biting her tongue to stop herself from wording this poorly, she said, “Yes, it is. I didn’t know that Princesses were taught about the sky, Your Highness.”
Y/N chuckled, letting her true laugh ring, her true voice accompanying it. “I studied the stars in any free time I had when I was younger - and still do now,” she said.
This sparked the Knight’s interest. They launched into a conversation, discussing all the constellations they could see. It began that every night the Knight was on duty, the Princess would join her, murmuring about how she wasn’t able to sleep, even though they both knew that it wasn’t true. Still, the Knight didn’t stop her and the Princess didn’t allow herself to be stopped. After about the third or fourth visit or so, they began a contest of who could spot as many constellations as they could first. There was no prize and neither kept count, but it allowed them to talk for hours until the Knight’s shift was over or the Princess retreated to her quarters.
This went on for months, and neither had any intention of stopping. Their conversations grew into topics other than the sky, although they’d always come back to that, and they learned a lot about each other from it. At some point, the Princess started calling the Knight “Carol” and the Knight started calling the Princess “Y/N”. Although such informalities felt strange at first, with each other, they soon grew accustomed to and comfortable with it.
Then, one night, Y/N did not show. There was no way exactly for Carol to tell that she was late, for there was no clock outside, but as the breeze grew colder and the other guards grew tired, Carol could tell that there was something - someone - missing.
This set her off. She had never been so comfortable with someone than she was with the Princess. Anxiously, Carol craned her neck back to watch the entrance that Y/N came from. It was quiet. Abandoned. Give her a few more minutes, Carol told herself. She was a member of the Royal family. Perhaps she just got busy or fell asleep early.
That never happens, her conscience told her.
After a couple more agonizing minutes of rocking side-to-side slowly, the Knight decided she couldn’t just stand there when something could be wrong. Her duty was to take care of the Royal family, wasn’t it? She had to do that.
Hoping the other Knights were too tired or bored to notice, she crept over to Y/N’s usual entrance, which led to a winding, steep staircase. With her clanky boots, she made more noise than she would have liked to, but descended down it all the less. Leaving the little tower, she saw the palace’s library nearby.
From their talks she knew that Y/N would go there to study frequently, or use it as an oasis to get away from the chaos of being a royal - it wouldn’t hurt to check there.
Walking inside, Carol was adamant to make as little noise as possible. It would be a dishonor to disrupt Y/N’s quiet, safehaven. At first, she figured that no one could be there, with all the lights out. Then, something shining out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. Turning, she had to squint to make out a small lamp.
Gravitating towards it like a bug would, Carol made out Y/N’s outline as she approached. Y/N had her back faced to her, one hand supporting her chin and the other resting on an open book. Rounding the table, Carol noticed that the book had a photo of the night sky on it, with stars dotting it. That brought a small smile to her face, until she looked up to see Y/N asleep. She must have just fallen asleep, as the arm supporting her wasn’t limp yet, but would be soon.
Wanting to prevent her face from smashing into the book, Carol quickly reached out and shook her shoulder. That little touch was enough to jostle her and quickly, Y/N reentered consciousness. Her eyes went wide as she first saw Carol and then when she saw the book. “I didn’t mean to - I need to study,” she said, pushing back her chair and almost throwing herself at the nearest shelf, scouring it.
Blinking in slight shock, Carol followed her. “Study for what?” She asked, watching her fumble through the books, a couple falling onto the floor.
When Y/N’s only response was a mutter about how mad her teacher was going to be, Carol decided to step in. Narrowly avoiding getting hit with a book as it flew off the shelf, she grabbed Y/N’s wrists, forcing her to take a pause.
“Whatever this is, it needs to stop. You need to rest,” Carol said, not bothering to stuff her concern behind her usual tough exterior.
Y/N shook her head, struggling against Carol’s tight grip. “No, no. I have a test. I need - to - study.”
After a brief back-and-forth, the two ended up mere inches away from each other. With her tiredness, Y/N’s attempts grew weaker, but she was still adamant. It only got through to her when she realized the effect this was having on Carol, her blonde hair getting disgruntled, frustration and worry in her eyes, her straining muscles. “I would not be doing my Knightly duty if I step aside while this continues, Y/N! You need to rest, and I will make it my job to make sure you do so,” she said.
As this set in, Y/N dropped her struggle. With that happening so suddenly, Carol just barely caught herself before she knocked into the shorter royal. Once she regained her balance and loosened her grip, Y/N stepped away, rubbing her face as she felt the exhaustion overpower her. Turning around, Y/N slumped in a chair.
“I might just sleep here,” she said, leaning against the back of the chair.
Letting out a small scoff, Carol knelt in front of Y/N. “Can I help you back to your room, Princess?” She offered, smirking.
Y/N cracked one eye open and then turned away. “I’m good here,” she replied in a sing-song voice.
Rolling her eyes, Carol stood up. “I can carry you?” She offered next, shrugging. “Belova is guarding your quarters tonight. She won’t care.”
When Y/N didn’t respond, just shifted in the chair uncomfortably, Carol took the decision upon herself. She bent down and scooped the Princess up in her arms, eliciting a small squak of surprise from her. Carol just chuckled, heading out the door. “Adorable,” she teased, making sure Y/N was secure.
“I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” Y/N grumbled, resting her head against Carol’s shoulder.
Feeling butterflies from the touch, the Knight nonetheless carried her to her quarters. Passing Yelena, the guard smirked at the scene, but didn’t say anything. When they got inside Y/N’s room, Carol laid her on her bed and helped her pull the covers over herself. Carol turned to leave, but Y/N caught her wrist.
“No goodnight kiss?” Y/N pouted. Then, she added, “Only if you want, of course.”
Turning back to her, Carol was grateful that the darkness only allowed them to make out the outlines of each other, so Y/N didn’t see her blush. She barely contained her gasp as it was. Leaning down, Carol’s lips met Y/N’s. They engaged in a nice, sweet kiss before they pulled back. “For you, Princess? I’d give you the stars,” she admitted quietly.
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Oneshots & Drabbles
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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dustbunniess · 10 months
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i’m feral
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celtic-crossbow · 4 months
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Carol: So, you and Y/N?
Daryl, fiddling with his crossbow: Mhm.
Carol: Have any couple’s spats yet?
Daryl: Mhm.
Carol: What’s that like?
Daryl: Asked her fer a glass’a water while she was still pissed off. She brought me a cup’a ice n’ said “wait.”
Carol: Creative.
Daryl, trying not to smile: Yeah, she’s alrigh’.
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carolmunson · 9 months
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“s’too hot to be doin’ this laundry ed,” you complain, holding your lower back while you get up from your seat to stand behind him. the fans above work overtime but the muggy air and hot sun have already settled in the light yellow painted laundromat. your sandals skid against the grimy tiled floor, your sun dress swooshing by your knees where there’s no breeze to blow against the sweat that had collected on the backs of your thighs. and it’s everywhere, dripping down your back, between your breasts. it’s too god damn hot.
“you wanted to come,” he shrugs, trying to hide his smirk, “i told you to stay home and lay down, you didn’t wanna listen.”
he folds the whites first on one of the folding stations — his work tanks and tees, socks and underwear, a few of your shirts and dresses. then the colors. hiding in the piles are a litter of onesies and coveralls, little pants and shirts, little socks that you’d lose if you blinked. all new stock from your baby shower a few days ago — as if this little creature didn’t already have enough clothes piling up in the closet you and eddie shared. you had to keep some of the clothes at wayne’s at this point.
“you promised chex mix,” you shrug, “even he’s excited for it.” you run a hand over your belly, firm and sitting low now that you’re closer and closer to your due date. you wished two months would fly by quicker but ed loved seeing you like this.
“i know what i promised, sweetheart,” he nods, loading the clothes up into laundry bags. he swats your hand away when you read for one, “how many times do i have to tell you?”
“i’m pregnant honey, m’not dying,” you laugh. he presses a kiss to your temple and then the apple of your cheek.
“i can carry them,” he assures, smiling, “just waddle to the car for me.”
you pout, a sad one, “that wasn’t nice.”
“i’m just kid— oh, oh no baby don’t cry, don’t cry baby i’m sorry,” he soothes while tears start to poor down your cheeks. he puts the bags down to hold you to him, his curls tickling your face.
“you think i’m huge,” you cry, “i’m huge.”
he tries not to laugh while peppering kisses over your face, “sweetheart you’re not huge, i don’t think you’re huge.”
“yes you do-oo-oo,” you sob, eddie offering the other patron in the laundromat a tight smile while they stare at the scene, “i’m huge and i’m sweaty and i’m hot and i just want my chex mix.”
“okay, okay,” he nods, holding your face in his hands. he nuzzles your nose with his while you start to calm down, “i’m gonna get you your chex mix.”
“and a cherry slush,” you say with a sniffle.
“and a cherry slush,” he chuckles, giving you a soft kiss, “what does the little guy want?”
you run your hand over your belly, both of you looking down while eddie puts his hand over yours. when his palm slides over the top the baby kicks, making you scrunch up your nose at the pressure.
“looks like he just wanted his daddy to say hi,” you say quietly while ed’s hand sits warm and firm. he looks up at you while the baby kicks again, his grin of excitement clear to anyone who might walk by and look in through the windows. he picks up the bags after stealing another kiss from you.
“okay princess. chex mix and cherry slush,” he says while you walk to the car. he walks slow so you can keep up, waddling in your sandals.
“and that cookies and cream hershey bar,” you add.
“and the cookies and cream hershey bar,” he repeats, “you bet.”
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abbyromanoff · 3 months
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hey babes 😏😏😏
LIKE MOB BOSSES CAROL AND VALKYRIE?! I HAVENT SEEN THE MARVELS HUT IM SEEING IT TOMORROW AND IM SO EXCITED BUT YEH AND MAYBE LIKE SOME JEALOUSY AND LIKE 😏😏😏 PUNISHMENTS AND SHIT
DOUBLE TROUBLE
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PAIRINGS: CarolValkryie x reader
WORD COUNT: 679
WARNINGS: smut, double penetration, degrading, punishment, slapping, edging, overstimulation, threesomes, that’s abt it :)
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!
Reminder that this will be my last ever smut post!! Going forward I will not be writing smut so I apologize for those who did not get their asks answered
“No, I- I can’t,” You mumbled weakly, too tired to fight off the women surrounding you. Valkyrie was behind, her tip teasing the entrance of your tightest hole while Carol continued to slide in and out of your cunt. Her strap would rub her clit perfectly to cause just the right amount of friction, and her moans blended in with yours.
“Yes, you can, and you will.” Valkyrie groaned, seemingly tired of the ‘attitude’ you had been throwing towards both of them. Valkyrie wasn’t able to visit you and your girlfriend often, only when it was serious, and Carol had decided it was one of those times. You were nearing your period, and your hormones were spiraling like usual. Although, it was also the Holiday’s, and you had been missing both women, so you were in a worse mood than they could’ve expected.
“Look at that, baby, you’re taking Captain's cock so well,” You sniffled quietly, and they had to stifle a chuckle at your weakened expression.
“Don’t praise this little slut. They’ve been so, so naughty, it’s only fair we give them what they’ve been asking for.” Although it wasn’t at all what you were asking for. You wanted to be with the two women, between the two in a similar position as to how you are now. But you wanted to hear their soft praises on the shell of your ear. You wanted to feel their lips slowly moving down your neck and body. You wanted their hands to lovingly slide across your breasts, unlike the way they were groping you currently. You wanted to cum on their tongues, their fingers, their cocks; whatever it was they could give you. But you wanted them more than anything, and if this is what they were giving you, you wouldn’t dare to complain.
“Fuck, I’m already halfway, baby. You think you can take the rest of me, hm? You think this tight fucking ass can take Daddy’s cock?” You sniffled but lacked a response, causing a slap to arrive across your cheek. You whimpered, but quickly nodded without a thought, your mind barely registering what she asked.
“This must feel so fucking good, huh, darlin’? Having two cocks just destroying your holes, giving you no room to protest. This messy cunt seems to be betraying you when you say you don’t want this, little one.” Carol muttered close to your lips, quickly leaning down to take your bottom lip in her mouth as she bit down slightly, causing you to hiss in further pain. You didn’t know how much longer you could take, but you hoped they’d give in soon.
“C’mon, I know you want to cum for us,” She spoke once again, and you heard Valkyrie let out a deep groan as your skin touched the base of her strap. You shuttered, feeling both women deeper than ever before inside of you, the only hole left to fill was your mouth.
“Shh, just open, pretty girl.” You didn’t entirely understand what they meant, so you opened the barrier of your lips and spread your legs even further, both mumbling dirty praises in response. You felt two fingers thrusting into your mouth soon after, opening your eyes to see an arm from behind wrapping around to visit the said area. Her knuckles pressed against the sides of your cheeks, and you gagged as she forced herself impossibly deeper.
“I think this little slut likes having their holes filled, ‘cause they’re making a fucking mess.” You led your eyes down, quickly shutting them in shame as you admired the wetness leaking from you. You had never been this turned on, what were they doing to you?
“P’ease, Captain; please, D-daddy, let me cum f’ you.” In an instant you felt the two stilling inside of you, and it seemed they had wordlessly matched their arrivals as their moans seemed to bounce off each vibranium wall. This only brought you closer, and the dirty scent of sex filling the room only brought you further arousal.
“Cum for us, you dirty slut,”
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auxilioooo · 5 months
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SPOILERS FOR THE MARVELS
In the memory flash back where Carol reflects on her time on earth with Maria, she has long hair. This basically confirms she cut her hair somewhere between the last three years of the blip. In other words, this kinda confirms that Carol cut her hair for Maria
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Past Astarion Meets His Future
This is a weird ass idea, but I'm doing it anyway. Some time travel fuckery. But the gist is: What if Astarion, decades before the Mind-flayers captured him, was on his last leg? Just on the verge of doing, what was at the time, his only way out. But what if something a little unworldly stopped him?
TW: Suicidal thoughts. M/F, me phoning it in with the dnd lore, Cazador is evil. Like, torture, physically and mentally, manipulation, literal horror shit. He's here so bad things happen to randos and our poor guy. I'm also using this as the backstory again for why Astarion can be in the sun in the future because it's so god damned convenient for drabbles.
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Astarion watched the crowded bar with focused eyes, a feigned, relaxed smirk on his lips. But even with the acting, he could feel the smile on his face start to tremble, a tell-tale sign that he was truly on his last leg. It had been a long, horrible night, one that had no end in sight. Cazador was in rare form, demanding multiple warm bodies in the span of less than five hours. Astarion wasn't sure what had angered him this time, but he was taking it on the victims in a particularly savage way.
Twice already he had forced Astarion to stay in the room with the poor souls he'd brought back. And then Cazador... made him watch what he did to them. The monster truly had a knack for keeping them alive until the last possible moment. Beating them, assaulting them, laughing at their cries for help. He drank from them last, feasting on their blood until they were just on the edge of death before tossing to them ground. Then Astarion was dismissed with the order to find another.
He hated it. It was the worst part of his nights by far, not including when he was the one being tortured in their place. It didn't help that he always looked at their faces, full of terror and betrayal.
Why did he always have to look? It was a question he knew the answer to. It was because he did that to them. Perhaps not literally, but what was the difference? Astarion had led them straight into his hands.
That was all he did. His entire existence had been reduced to this. A slave, a rat, scuttling through the streets, only capable of inflicting the same torment on strangers. It was a hell that no one should experience, and one that Astarion had been in for nearly 130 years.
How could he continue like this? What was the point? He'd spent so long living on pure survival instinct, waiting for the impossible day where luck would be on his side. Where Cazador would kill the wrong stranger, where the possibility of his murder could become a reality. It was delusional, a poor excuse to continue clinging to this farce of a life.
But there was another option. There always had been. All he needs to do is wander off and wait for the sun to rise, and everything could finally be over. It's far from the first time he's thought about it. But Astarion is nothing but a coward. He'd seen the pure pain and misery of a death of that nature, your insides boiling from within as your skin turned to dust. It was horrifying, one of the worst ways someone could go. And yet... it was starting to seem like the only reasonable option he had left.
Maybe... maybe today would be the day, the first time he'd seen the sun in decades. And the last time he'd ever take a breath.
"Are you alone?" A voice asked, followed by a gentle touch to his arm.
Astarion turned, that same shallow smile instantly reappearing on his face. It was a man, one that was handsome enough for Astarion to probably not feel completely sick during the deed. Then again... he could always ignore them and go back to his final plan.
Or he could wait it out one more day, and pray for a miracle. Astarion nodded towards him, still slightly torn but willing to at least try. It's not like he could go home empty handed if things turned out that way.
"Come to my room?"
Well this was certainly easy. Astarion didn't even have to take the energy to bite out a subpar pick up line. He just followed the man to his room, a plan forming in his head on how he could convince him back to the manor. Not to mention his own escape if he turned out to have less than savory intentions.
The stranger shut the door behind him, sitting on the side of his bed with his hands folded in his lap, his eyes staring straight ahead. Astarion barely stopped himself from rolling his own. Great. A weirdo. What a lovely way to end the night, spending it seducing a complete freak. But Astarion had dealt with worse. He perched next to him, crossing his legs as he waited to see where this would go.
"I can see it," He finally said, his voice gravelly as he turned to stare at Astarion.
Astarion raised his brow, wondering for the first time if this particular prey had been partaking in some mind altering substances, "And what exactly are you seeing?"
"You."
Suddenly, the man was wrapping a tight hand around Astarion's wrist, his eyes shining with an unnatural green light, "You're close to the edge. Too close. My lord needs you breathing."
Astarion froze, equally parts horrified and confused at what he was alluding to. How on earth did he know his thoughts? What lord? Or the more likely reality; How wasted could one person be?
Astarion tried to pull back, frowning when he realized the grip on his wrist was iron-clad. He could feel a bit of panic start to swell inside him as he struggled, his voice rising, "I have no idea what you're talking about. Let go of me-"
"You must live," He said, the color of his eyes only getting brighter and brighter, near twin flames in the darkness of the room, "There is no other way. Kelemvor has work for you yet."
His confusion was quickly evaporating into rage. He didn't know what this thing wanted from him, nor why the god of death would have any interest in his life. But how dare he insist on Astarion's pathetic existence having meaning. He knew nothing.
His mask was slipping, his righteous anger spilling forth, "Let go. Before I rip your fucking arm off."
But he made no moves to back down. Instead he started to chant, an incantation that had Astarion officially panicking. Whatever magic he was using, it was powerful. Reality was shifting right beneath Astarion's feet, morphing into something different. The next thing he knew they were somewhere else entirely, his reality melting into something new right before his eyes.
The entire thing was so shocking that Astarion didn't even realize he was seeing sunlight. Without a single pain. He frantically looked around, the insane stranger's grip finally loosening as he twisted away. They were on a couch, in the middle of what looked like a brightly lit townhouse, voices spilling out of the other room.
Astarion stood quickly, a hiss escaping him, "Where in the hells are we?"
"Nowhere," The man said cryptically, his eyes still aflame, "Neither the present of the future. We are in nothing but a glimpse, taken and made for you."
That did nothing to answer his question. But it did make his mind go into more reasonable directions. This had to be an illusion, there was no other explanation for why he wasn't being burned alive. But an illusion of what? And for what purpose?
Astarion pinched the bridge of his nose, at a complete loss at what to do. He could try and kill him and pray that that would break the spell. But there was also the chance that he wouldn't live through an altercation with someone who could warp his senses so easily. Or perhaps this whole thing was a nightmare, a horrifying dream he'd cooked up after a night in the torture chamber.
Still at a loss, he settled on asking another question, "Then what is this a glimpse of?"
"Home," The man said simply before slipping off the couch. The cryptic bastard.
He started walking towards the next room towards the unknown voices; Astarion feeling helpless but to follow.
He lingered at the entryway, his eyes widening at the sight of a woman standing there, cooing at a teary-eyed child she had on her hip. They were right in her line of sight, but she had no reaction to their presence, instead calling out into the other room, "Did you find it yet?"
Another voice called back, oddly familiar as it groaned, "If I had, would I still be on my hands and knees here?"
Astarion stepped forward, more than ready to see if he could enlist the help of strangers for his predicament.
"They can not perceive us," The stranger said, interrupting the call for help that was on the tip of Astarion's tongue, "They are not real. Merely copies of what is, what will be."
"Lovely," Astarion growled out, his fingers itching to fight back against this demon of a man, "Now what in the gods' names does this have to do with me?"
"Watch and you will see," He said, his eyes blazing straight ahead, "The Lord of Death works in mysterious ways."
Astarion's theory of this being a torture-induced dream was becoming more and more believable. He didn't even bother questioning it, not when one more inane answer would send him into a tailspin. Instead he stared ahead, waiting for the moment he would wake up.
The baby was still squirming. Annoying whining sounds spilling from its lips, nearly on the edge of crying. But the woman still had a bright smile on her face, calling back "I told you we should have looked for it last night!"
"Well when she threw it across the room I assumed that meant it had fallen out of favor!" That same familiar voice yelled back, followed by an excited ah-ha! sound.
"Isabella's gonna have a fit, isn't she?" The woman sing-songed, bouncing the child on her hip, "I guess Mommy's going to have to let you start sucking on Daddy's hair again, huh?"
"I heard that!" The muffled voice called back, getting clearer and clearer by the moment. And then another man was walking into the room, grinning ear to ear as he held up a pacifier, "And I will not be forgetting it darling. Don't come crying to me the next time she's gnawing on your nose."
He leaned over to kiss the woman on the cheek before popping the pacifier in the girl's mouth, laughing when it instantly made her calm down. He was tall and pale, an elf with piercing red eyes and pure white hair.
No. It couldn't be-
"There. All better," The man sighed, his voice crystal clear in the calmness of the room, "She has quite the arm for a toddler."
It was a voice that Astarion knew, better than anyone else. It was his own.
Astarion watched, wide-eyed as his other self lifted the baby up in his arms, laughing as the child squealed around the pacifier, "She sure is cute for someone who can be such a brat. She takes after her mother doesn't she?"
The woman rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. Almost like she couldn't help but do anything else as she watched the duo, "Brave words for someone of your nature. Not to mention how she's your twin."
"Nonsense. She looks just like you, we should have named her Tav Jr," Other Astarion playfully argued, taking his other arm to wrap around the woman's shoulders, "I'm only responsible for the corpse-like complexion."
Astarion stared at them, in complete shock. He didn't-why would anyone or anything want to show him this? It didn't make sense. How would it be possible for him to be in the sunlight? Let alone to have a family. Astarion knew that this had to be a lie, there was no other explanation.
But that didn't stop his heart from aching from being forced to witness it. He was too shell-shocked to speak as he followed the duo to the other room, listening as his other self set the child in a crib, still cooing at her, "Auntie Karlach is coming over and you'll need your rest. How else will you be annoying together?"
"Astarion!"
He watched himself laugh as he pulled back, kissing her little forehead before murmuring, "Mommy only says my name like that when she has no comeback, isn't that right princess?"
"You're going to regret telling her everything when she can start talking," The woman, Tav, piped up from next to him, "I hope you realize she'll tell me all of your secrets."
Astarion rolled his eyes before pulling her against him, pressing a sweet and lingering kiss to her lips, "What secrets do I have that you don't know? Please, enlighten me."
What kind of cruel joke was this? Astarion, the real Astarion, had seen enough. He turned to the bastard that had sent him here, growling through gritted teeth, "Why are you doing this to me? Have I not suffered through enough?"
The man offered nothing of value, "We offer you what could be, if you can survive. No more, no less."
No. No, no, no. He wouldn't believe him. He refused to. There was no future for him. There couldn't be. I-It wasn't possible. Not with Cazador looming, not when he couldn't walk in the sun without being burned alive. And especially not when he couldn't even fathom letting himself care form someone enough to have a family with.
But that's what was in front of him. He turned back, his morbid curiosity getting the better of him. Just in time to see the couple standing there, holding each other while they made out like teenagers.
"I love you," His other self sighed happily, the words free and unbidden from his own lips between kisses, "More than anything my sweet."
"With one exception?" Tav asked, her arms wrapped around his neck.
Astarion laughed, nodding towards the crib with a knowing grin, "With one exception."
Astarion stared at them, a horrifying feeling starting to grow in his chest.
Hope.
It's the greatest betrayal he could give himself, an eternity's sentence to his own personal hell on the delusional belief that something better would come. He couldn't give in to it. He wouldn't.
But the question still escapes his lips, "How long?"
"Seventy years until you meet," The stranger said, "You must live to see it. Five more until you're here."
Astarion watched, wide-eyed as the alternate reality started to fade, the stranger's eyes becoming more dull and human-like by the moment. He stared until the last possible moment, trying to commit it all to memory.
But it was difficult. Like thoughts he couldn't quite grasp, slipping through his fingers. Something wasn't right.
"Will I remember this?" He asked, even though he was already on the edge of forgetting.
"No," The man said simply. They were back in the room, sitting on the bed as though nothing had happened, "But you'll remember the hope."
It was the equivalent of a curse, one that Astarion could barely fathom as magic twisted his memories. But he could feel it there, festering in his heart. The yearning for a new life, stronger than ever.
Astarion left Shar's Caress that night feeling dazed and confused. He barely managed to drag a wasted loner back to the manor with him, preying on him in the back aisles. It was startling to think that he'd almost forgotten his original mission considering the consequences. But whatever happened had... done something to him. Something that he couldn't quite name.
But he didn't see the sun that day. Or the next. Or the day after that. Instead he continued to struggle, to suffer at the hands of his sadistic sire with no end in sight. Not until years and years later, when the worst and best thing to ever happen to him occurred. He was kidnapped by mind flayers, but gifted with a disgusting parasite that allowed him to live in the sun.
It wasn't ideal but it was better than being under Cazador's thumb. Not to mention how he found companions relatively quickly. It had been pure luck that you stumbled upon him, even luckier still that you were the type to forgive a man for having a knife to your throat.
He was happy to accompany you. He was happy to do whatever it took to increase his chances of survival, frankly. It helped that he felt... strangely drawn to you. You looked oddly familiar. He didn't know how else to describe it, but it was almost as though he'd met someone from a past life.
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Heated Hands
Carol Danvers x Fem!Reader
Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (“Besties”)
Natasha x Widow!Reader x Yelena (Siblings)
I love Carol, this isn’t meant as slander 🥺
TW: Violence
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Carol never meant for it to happen... She never should've gone out drinking, nothing good ever came from her and unlimited shots of patron...
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You'd spent your entire night at the compound with your sister's—Natasha and Yelena—while your girlfriend Carol was out for drinks with her closest friends—Valkyrie and Maria. It shouldn't have been a problem, but it turned into one when you returned to your shared apartment at around 1AM. You wouldn't have even returned had it not been for Fury calling your sisters for an impromptu mission in the early morning hours.
"Hello darling, what are you doing up?" You nonchalantly question your girlfriend, having honestly expected her to be in an alcohol induced slumber by now—apparently that was the wrong thing to ask.
"Why do you ask? Trying to sneak back in unnoticed, huh?" She venomously questions you.
"No? What are you on about? I was at the compound with —."
"The witch? The one that I've repeatedly told you has eyes for you? God, you're blind." She shouts as she starts to pace around the living room.
"Carol—for the zillionth time, I'm with you! I want you! Even if Wanda did want me, she's never once overstepped a single boundary, and I've never once flirted with her. This arguments becoming exhausting Carol..."
"You didn't deny it... So you were with her?"
"Carol, I didn't need to deny it, because I have every right to see my friends. Now, as I had been saying, I was with Natasha and Yelena!"
"Liar! They're on a mission! Maria got called away for it too!"
"That's why I'm home Carol! We'd planned a sleep over, remember? They dropped me off on the way to SHIELD. How drunk are you?"
"The compound is closer than the bar, your story isn't adding up."
"Oh my gosh... They had to get ready first! We were in our fucking pajamas, so they had to suit up, and prepare their arsenal of weapons."
"Stop making excuses! Tell me the damn truth for once!"
You sigh exasperatedly, while rubbing at your temples, entirely too tired for this familiar argument.
"I'm going to bed, you can take the fucking couch, and we can have this same conversation in the morning when you're sober."
"Don't you dare walk away from me!" She shouts, and it's then that you finally look her way to see that she's completely glowing.
"Carol, calm down..." You croak out, honestly terrified beyond belief, having only ever seen her like this on missions.
"Calm down?" She questions humorlessly.
"How can I calm down when my girlfriend is whoring herself out?!" She shouts, while waving her hands around crazily and hitting your chest with a surge of energy from across the room.
The surge knocks the wind out of you, leaving you temporarily immobilized, and causes your voice to fade out.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" She bitterly chuckles out in question, while her powers continue to surge, and you now realize how screwed you are.
Widow's are smart, coordinated, strategic, amazing marksman, their skills list is honestly endless. You just never expected to need to be a Widow with your girlfriend, and now it's too late, either she's going to calm down, or you're going to get hurt.
"Car-ol, baby, calm.." You choke out, attempting once more to get through to the rational part of her.
"Don't call me baby!" She seethes, surging forward and hitting you full force—directly in the chest, with both hands consumed by her energy.
Your body goes flying through the kitchen wall, and then again through the main wall of your apartment; successfully throwing you out of your second story apartment, and onto the grassy field behind the building, successfully knocking you completely out.
Carol was frozen in her spot, eyes glazed over and foggy due to the residual inebriation. Her brain takes a full ninety seconds to catch up with what's actually taken place here. She shakes her head, trying desperately to clear her patron goggles, then she sees the two you shaped holes in the wall and her blood runs cold.
She runs to the edge of your shared apartment, desperately looking around for your body, eventually spotting you about fifty feet out, completely folded in on yourself.
She clumsily levitated down to your body, collapsing beside you, as she assessed you as best she could for life threatening wounds.
"Y/N, baby? Please wake up... Fuck.. I'm so sorry, I know you're not cheating on me. I know Wanda's just your friend... Shit! Please don't die... I-I, I love you, this wasn't supposed to happen... I got you... I'll get you help..."
Carol lifts you up by your thighs, and gently lays you over her shoulder, then runs to the car. As drunk as she had been, she's completely sobered up enough now to get to the compound. She races there, cutting the ten minute drive down to five, and then she bursts through the doors.
"Friday! Call for Cho, and Bruce to meet me in the medbay, Y/N's hurt!" She shouts over her sobs as she carries your limp form to the medical wing.
She's pacing the room, completely unable to look at your unconscious form in the bed beside her. The anxiety inside of her is growing with every minute that passes, her patience for the doctors is wearing thin.
"Carol, what the fuck happened?" Wanda shouts as she enters the medbay, rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes, and as soon as she sees you her face drops.
"Maximoff, this doesn't concern you." Carol bitterly remarks, unfairly taking her anger out on the woman that "caused" all of this.
"Danvers, it sure as hell does concern me. That's my best friend on the table."
"We both know that's not what she is to you."
"Fuck, Danvers, you need to get over your insecurities, because that girl on the table only sees you. You're all she talks about, and now you accuse us of what? Having an illicit affair? I'm no home wrecker, and Y/N's too in love with you to even consider cheating. Now, what the hell happened? I won't be made to ask again."
"I-I..."
"No..." Wanda lowly says, as she's starting to piece it all together.
"Tell me you didn't do this... Tell me you fucking didn't!" She shouts, as red tendrils begin to consume her hands.
"It was an accident."
"This won't be!" Wanda seethes, as she throws her powers at Carol, throwing her into the medbay's wall.
Carol jumps up, preparing to throw an energy blast of her own back, but a disheveled Bruce and Cho make their way in, and both women's attention shifts to your well being.
"Oh my God, what happened? I didn't know Y/N had a mission, did someone tell Natasha and Yelena yet?" Bruce anxiously relays, while moving to hook Y/N up to the machines, and Cho begins to come up with where to start with you.
"Do we even know what happened? Why didn’t the team call this in sooner so we could prepare?" Cho asks, looking up from the chart she'd started, and Carol's jaw clenches at the gravity of the memory replaying in her mind.
"She was thrown from a two story building, landing about fifty feet out in a field." Carol calmly relays, hardly answering the questions.
"Her clothing is singed, do we know what attacked her? I can call Fury to see who she was up against." Bruce comments, while cutting your already ruined clothes from your body.
Wanda's eyes flash red, as she delves into your mind to get to the bottom of things, since Carol was skipping around the truth. She pulls out of your head with nothing but blind rage fueling her next movements; as she lifts Carol's form into the air, completely encasing her body in a mist of red.
"Wanda! What are you doing?" Bruce shrieks
"Go on Carol, tell Bruce what creature attacked poor Y/N huh, WHO threw that sweet girl through not one, but two fucking walls huh?" Wanda seethes, while tightening her mist around Carol, who's immense guilt is preventing her from wanting to fight back.
"Wait, are you trying to insinuate that it was Carol that did this?" Bruce questions, as a shocked expression takes over his features, and he turns his attention back to you.
Wanda hears you whimper in pain, as your consciousness slightly seeps through, and she swiftly drops Carol to the ground as her heart clenches.
"It was an accident...." Carol whispers dejectedly as she lifts her gaze to be met by the disappointed ones of her friends...
"Please tell her I love her, and I'm so sorry." Carol sobs out before flying off in cowardice, and leaving behind the mess she’s made of you.
Wanda scoffs at her statement as it clearly doesn't match up with her actions, then she gently pushes the hair out of your injured face, and taps her fingers to your temples to override the nightmares you're currently having. She then stands off to the side while Bruce and Cho do their best to fix you up, vowing to stay by your side no matter what—she will protect you.
Yelena and Natasha were about halfway to the mission's location when Friday had alerted them to your current state, and to say they were furious would be an understatement. They literally just left you at your apartment two hours ago, and somehow you're in critical condition in the medbay.
"Fury, send replacements, I'm not joking!" Natasha shouts, as she and Yelena "borrow" a motorcycle from outside a bar.
"Agent Romanoff, Y/N's going to be fine, so just finish your job!"
"Our sister comes first—you know that, and if my sources are correct I have a new mission."
"Yeah, what's that?" Fury annoyedly asks.
"Eliminate Captain Marvel, in the most brutal way I know how." She growls into her comms, then shuts it off before he has time to reply, as she speeds off towards the compound with an equally pissed off Yelena clinging to her.
You wake with a start, having had the worst nightmare of your life, which quickly becomes your reality as you fall back against the medical bed in immense pain.
"Y/N?" Your blonde sister groggily acknowledges your movements.
"Lena?." You brokenly whisper, while fresh hot tears immediately cascade down your cheeks.
"Shh.. Vse v poryadke, pauchok, ty v bezopasnosti" She coos, while staring down into your eyes with sad eyes of her own.
(It's okay little spider, you're safe.)
You cry even harder at her words, and she just leans down and gently holds your sobbing face to her chest, while stroking your hair, and whispering comforting words into your ears.
"Natasha?"
"She's handling some important business..." Yelena growls, which tells you she knows and is on a mission to find Carol...
Your older sisters have always been overprotective, they'd even hesitated allowing you to join the Avengers with them, but they knew you'd be safer with them so they relented. When Carol began to court you, they'd fiercely shoot her down, never really trusting your heart with her.
"She's got heartbreaker written all over her." Yelena would always grumble when you'd try to get them to stop scaring her off.
"I've seen her other situationships, I simply don't trust her, you're too special malen'kiy pauk." Natasha always added before shooing you away.
You'd eventually taken their mutual absence for a mission as your chance to make your move on the gorgeous blonde. When you'd approached her she had been practicing with her powers in the gym, letting off some excess energy, and she'd looked hot while doing so.
"Hey there hot stuff." You shamelessly flirted, which startled her, and made her miss her intended target.
"Ooh, Carebear, Tony's not going to like the melted punching bag.. He's already tired of replacing them every time Steve has a fit, you might want to hide." You giggled out, and she turned to face you with an obviously fake annoyance across her features.
"Mini Romanoff... To what do I owe the displeasure of this encounter."
"First of all, it's Y/L/N, you know that. Secondly, I'm taller than my pipsqueak of a sister. Lastly, stop pretending like you haven't been pining after me for the last five months, I'm a spy, you know that Danvers." You cheekily replied.
"Well, you're supposedly off limits..."
"Listen, I'm a free agent, my sisters are not my keepers..."
"Is that why you waited for them to be on a month long mission to make your move?" She laughed out, with a quirked brow as she awaited a response.
"It's called being strategic, if I sweep you off your feet, and they return to us in an established relationship, then they have little to no power here. Keep up..."
Her face was fully amused, as she went to make a whitty remark, you'd cut her off.
"Careful not to miss your window now. I'm free of dinner plans tonight, if a pretty blonde would just move passed her fears of my harmless sisters, she could have the night of her life, starting at 7PM of course." You'd playfully instructed her, while walking your way back out of the gym with a wide smirk upon your face as you could feel her gaze stuck on you.
Two years later, and what was once a perfectly loving relationship, has bubbled over and become toxic. Riddled with her ludicrous ultimatums, and rampant unhinged jealousy. You'd always been fascinated by her magic, and the warmth she'd always provided you with it. You never expected to be on the receiving end. Never in your worst nightmares had you expected something so beautiful, to turn into something so tragic.
She'd never laid her hands on you before, even when she'd been drunk and angry in the past, she'd always calm herself down enough. This new side of her wasn't the Carol you knew and loved, and you're not sure you want her back.
"She's gone." Natasha angrily spits out as she enters the medbay with force, and you flinch at the sudden loud sound.
"Smart move on her end, because her death wouldn't have been pretty." Yelena growls, squeezing your hand tighter at the thought.
"Oh, mladshaya sestra—I'm sorry, I didn't meant to startle you." She coos, as she makes her way to the other side of your bed to soothe you.
"Natty, what do you mean she's gone?" You question, overlooking the apology in favor of finding out where your girlfriend had gone.
"She ran away like a fucking coward." You hear someone say, quickly registering that the angry voice belonged to the redheaded Sokovian.
"Guys, I-I, you're lying right? She wouldn't just leave me..." You cry out, as your heart shatters further.
Even if you weren’t sure you could get passed this, it still hurts that she wasn’t even willing to try. She hurt you, in more ways than one, and she’s not even here to see that you’re okay. That the two years of love was so easily disposable for her, as if it was only ever a passing phase for her.
"She said she never meant to hurt you, that she loves you, and all the other blah blah nonsense one tends to sputter out when caught." Wanda seethes, and her hands illuminate in red.
You flinch at the sight of her anger induced magic, everyone takes notice as your heart monitor goes crazy, and Wanda's face instantly drops as she shakes her hands free of the mist.
"Y/N/N, oh God—I'm sorry... I'm going to go." Wanda whimpers out as she scurries out of the room, with tears streaming down her face.
Your body violently shakes with sobs, fueled by the pain of Carol's every action, and the sudden guilt you’re feeling for causing Wanda's pained expression. Natasha immediately slides into your bed beside you, and guides your face to her chest, as Yelena slips into the other side and throws a protective arm over you.
“We got you, Y/N/N.” Natasha whispers as she places a kiss to your hairline.
“Always!” Yelena whispers out as her grip gently tightens around you.
They really do, they always have had you, and they always will… This is going to hurt like hell, but your sisters will love you through it all.
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