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olsenmyolsen · 9 months

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I'm Free Tonight

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MCU Compliant (Female Reader X Carol Danvers)

Summary: A lovely stranger saves you from a boring Christmas Gala.

Word Count: 2.8K

Content: Just Fluff

"You alone?"

You looked up from your seat at the round table and saw the blue eyes of a blonde you'd never seen before.

She wore a beautiful maroon and blue dress with a gold chest piece. Your dress looked silly in comparison, no matter how much your girlfr- ex girlfriend(?) paid for it.

And she wasn't cheap.

An heiress, some would call her.

Others used the word bitch.

You tore your eyes away from the blonde and gestured to a woman at the bar. Clearly drunk and openly flirting with one of the groomsmen. "Supposed to be with her."

The blonde looked where you pointed, and the curiosity on her face turned into one of disappointment.

Followed by a smirk.

"Well, I'm Carol. Carol Danvers." The blon- Carol switched her champagne flute from her right to her left hand. She extended the right to you when you looked up to her.

"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N." You shook her hand and were surprised to feel a tight grip. You quickly realized how strong Carol was as you checked out the definition and muscles on her arms. "May I?" Carol pointed to the seat to the left of you. "Go ahead." You said with a smile that Carol reciprocated.

Carol also chose this seat so you'd be facing away from the bitch that left you alone.

You turned away from the bar and towards Carol. "How do you know the couple hosting?" Carol asked. "I don't. My date does."

That made sense. Since Carol noticed you hours earlier, she couldn't figure out how you wound up at a place like this. Surrounded by people whose hands were never clean. Politicians and models. Wall Street bros and CEO's. You stuck out—a ray of innocence and good radiated from you. Kind hearted.

Carol knew it to be true when she saw how awful your date treated you.

"Ah," Carol said as she lifted the glass and took a sip of the golden bubbles. "I hope you don't mind me asking... Who is she? Your date?" Carol set her glass down and looked at you in the eyes. "Oh, her name is-"

"Oh no, I'm sorry." Carol stopped you as she reached a hand out to your arm. "I meant, who is she to you."

It felt like a trick question, like Carol knew the truth.

Carol kept her fingers resting on your arm while waiting for your eyes to meet hers. "She's..."

You sighed.

Carol patted your arm. "Think about it." She removed her touch from you, and you missed her warm fingers.

You watched as they wrapped around the glass of champagne. "If it makes you feel better, I'm not supposed to be here," Carol spoke up with a shrug.

"You're not?" Carol watched your forehead crease when you didn't believe her. "No. I'm here doing a favor for a friend." You looked around the room, and like Carol did with you earlier, you couldn't believe someone like her could be here. "What friend?" You asked, making Carol smile.

"The King of Asgard, Valkyrie." She said casually without hesitation.

"Oh!" You said, surprised and bewildered. "I still have yet to visit New Asgard.." You really have been meaning to, but it's not like money grows on trees for you. "I hear it's lovely."

"It is," Carol replies. "So.." Carol leans closer. "Are you done thinking about my question from earlier? What is she..." Carol gestures to the woman you came here with. "..to you. Because she sure as hell isn't your girlfriend."

You followed Carol's eyes and saw the woman kissing the neck of a man you wouldn't give the time of day.

You turned back and looked at Carol.

You sighed and put both arms on the table in a defeated position. "I was her date for tonight, but no, I've never met her until two days prior when I was introduced by her team. I was hired to help clean up her image, but..." You looked back. "Looks like that's not happening."

Carol hummed. "So you're an escort?"

"Blunt, but yes... that's one word for it." You replied. Carol leaned back into her chair and appreciated the honesty coming from you.

"How much did she pay you?"

You certainly weren't expecting that question, and you couldn't tell by the smirk Carol was hiding behind her glass if she was serious or not.

So you decided to forget about the girl you came with and play the game Carol was hopefully playing.

"Why? Think you can afford me?"

That made the blonde laugh. "I know I can." Her voice was lower as she spoke to you. "But I'm not looking to pay. I want you if you want to come along."

That made something in your stomach twirl.

"And where would we go?"

"Wherever you want. But hopefully far away from here."

You peeled your eyes away from the blonde and looked around the room. It was dreadful and boring. This was presented as a Christmas gala, but it was nothing more than a night to fuck and make business deals to everyone else but you.

You were here for a job, but you were clearly left to your own devices.

Until Carol showed up.

"Okay." You said as you turned back to the blonde and nodded. "Let's get out of here."

Carol's eyes lit up. She watched you stand up and down your glass of champagne before extending your hand to her. Carol did the same with her glass before taking your hand. "Thank you." She smiled as she rose to her feet. "No, thank you!"

Carol led you out of the grand mansion you couldn't for the life of you remember the name of and to the valet kiosk. Carol handed the greying man a ticket stub and wrapped her arm around you as you two waited for his return.

"Is this okay?" She asked, forcing you to look up to her eyes. "Me... touching you? Holding you?" You nodded. "It's great." Carol smiled. "Good to know."

Carol felt your skin become scattered with goosebumps. She thought it might've been from the cold wind in the air, but if asked, you would've been honest and told her it was because of her—the blonde with her hand moving up and down your arm.

She smiled.

You two stood in silence, accepting the comfort the other one brought when the valet pulled up in a black sports car that would never be in your tax bracket.

"What a beautiful car, Miss. Please enjoy your evening." The man said to Caol as he handed her the keys before scurrying away.

She simply smirked and moved her arm from around you to your arm closest to her. "Shall we?" You nodded and let Carol lead you to the passenger door. She opened it for you and let go of you as you entered.

She watched the slit of your dress rise as you sat down in the brown leather seat. Her eyes then traveled down to your legs and the heels that went perfectly with your dress. "Good?" She then asked. "Good." You replied before Carol smiled and closed the door.

You watched her move around the front of the car and slide into the driver's seat. The seat adjusted to her, and you watched the steering wheel move to compliment her. "Wow." Carol turned to your voice.

"Kind of a lot, right?" You shrugged and looked into her blue eyes. "It's kinda cool." You tried to be nonchalant, but you were in awe of everything, and Carol knew it.

Carol hit some buttons on the display in the middle and found a radio station playing a pop hit.

Olivia Rodrigo specifically.

The music was kept at a lower volume as Carol waited for you to buckle up. "Safety first, sweetheart." She said, making your stomach flip at the pet name. "Sorry." You mumbled as your cheeks grew red, and Carol buckled herself up before turning up the heat and placing the car in drive.

"You hungry?" Carol hadn't eaten any of the fancy shit the gala was offering. It was all themed around the holiday, and she knew for a fact that you hadn't had a single bite.

You wanted to lie, but with Carol asking in a honey-dripping tone, and one look at her made you nod. "Starving." You said.

However, food wasn't the first thing you were thinking about eating.

Carol smirked as if she could read your mind.

She removed her right hand from the steering wheel and placed it on your thigh as she kept her eyes on the road. The speed of the car picking up.

Her palms on your skin burned with waves of pleasure. "I'll find somewhere for us," Carol said, making you nod. Carol briefly looked over at you and smiled.

She was loving the game that was being played.

In addition, she loved the touch of you. The feeling of your goosebumps spreading across your body every time her fingers lifted up and down your soft, ample skin.

She was also enjoying you—your company.

Carol never got to do stuff like this.

But she was making the most of tonight.

"Is this still okay?" Carol asked as her hand moved slightly up your thigh. Pushing your dress up. "Yes." You said as you buried a moan in your throat.

"Do I feel good? My touch against your body?" Carol asked as she turned her head to you. She watched your side profile nod and swallow before you parted your pink lips. "You feel so good, Carol."

Her blue eyes found the road again.

"Good, sweetheart." Carol patted your thigh and kept you wanting more. "You're doing so well for me."

You whimpered upon hearing the praises of a woman you just met. "Ah, here we go," Carol said, making you do your best to focus on what was worth pulling off the side of the road.

Surprised, you looked at Carol as she put the car in park.

Carol turned to you.

"What's wrong?" She unbuckled her seatbelt and brought a hand up to your face. Moving a hair behind your ear. "You said you were starving." You leaned into her touch ever so slightly and nodded. "I am."

"Then let's eat." Carol smiled and removed her touch from you again as she climbed out of the car.

You kept your eyes on Carol as she closed the door. You watched her pass in front of the neon 24/7 Diner sign before she made it to your passenger door. She opened it and quickly helped you out. "It's somehow gotten colder. Come on." Her hand and fingers became intertwined with yours as she pulled you to the front of the restaurant.

You two seated yourselves in a booth once you entered like a bunch of giggly teenagers.

There was only the waitstaff and three other patrons inside. You and Carol were obviously dressed the best.

"This definitely beats the Gala," Carol said, making you look up from your menu with a smile. "It does."

Carol placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her hand. "Tell me something," Carol said with a teasing smirk. "Are you enjoying how the night has gone?"

You dropped your menu onto the table. "I'm loving it. Thank you."

Carol shook her head. "No, thank you." Her leg rubbed up against yours in a gentle manner. "Now, what are you thinking about having?" Carol's eyes found the menu again, but you stared straight ahead.

Carol knew it.

"They don't have me on the menu." You brushed your leg higher against Carol. "Shame. Because I'd love a taste."

You were bold, and you didn't know where it was coming from, but tonight, with Carol, you felt free. You weren't being paid to be someone else. You felt like a new person. Or maybe it was just you being yourself? Regardless, you loved it.

After a waitress came by, you and Carol Danvers ordered cheeseburgers with a basket of fries and a shake, to split, obviously.

The food was wonderful, and the flirting mixed in with conversation was even better.

The highlight might have been when you showed Carol that you could, in fact, tie a cherry stem into a knot in your mouth. You held it between your teeth with pride as Carol smirked at you and, without warning, connected your lips together. Her tongue swiping the stem out of your mouth and into hers.

When she smiled a few seconds later, the knot was undone, and Carol couldn't help but wink at you.

You felt your stomach flip again.

"Whenever you're ready to leave, we can," Carol said to you, only to earn a nod.

Carol laughed at that and stood up as she placed a stack of uncounted bills from her clutch.

"Okay, so maybe you could afford me for the night." You said, taking Carols' hand as you slid out of the booth. "I told you." She smugly replied as she led you out of the diner.

The cold air catching you off guard, but your grip on Carols' hand remained strong. "Come on." She squeezed your hand and bit back a smile before you two ended up on the driver's side of the car.

Carol held the key in her other hand.

"What?" You asked as Carol looked at your eyes. "You're just beautiful." The blonde said, moving her body to be pressed up against yours.

You stumbled a step back as you found your back up against Carols car.

"Is this still okay?" Carols breath was shaky as she held her lips dangerously close to yours.

In the neon glow of the diner sign, you nodded. "Just kiss me again." Carol held in a moan as she did what you asked. The softness of her lips landed on yours.

You pulled her body closer.

Her hands found your hips and squeezed them, making you squeal in delight. "Fuck Carol!" You laughed into Carols mouth.

"Oh, you're such a pretty girl," Carol replied in a hushed tone as she pushed her front up against you more. Feeling the tremble in your legs and warmth from your pussy.

But the sweetest bit was the taste of chocolate on your lips.

"I want you." You moaned into Carols ear.

Carol couldn't be happier. "I want you too." She kissed your neck, jaw, and lips again.

You bit your lips and looked up at her. "Let's go then." You turned around and pressed your ass against Carol and made a gesture for the car keys, but Carol smiled before laughing. "Oh, no, baby. I don't think so."

You tilted your head as you were still catching your breath. "And why is that?" You opened the car door and waited for Carol's answer.

That's when you watched Carol's hand curl and close around the key. Suddenly, her hand began to glow bright and orange. You couldn't believe what you were seeing, and when she opened her hand again, the key was nothing but a pile.

You waited for an answer.

"Remember that story I told you? About the pilot?"

Carol tilted her hand, and you both watched the remnants of the key fall to the asphalt.

You looked up to Carol and thought back to the story she told you across the booth earlier. "So it was you? You have powers?" Carol nodded and made her hands glow again. "What about your car?" You asked honestly.

"The car and cash were never mine." The glow from her hands faded as she stepped into space between your legs. "It was your awful heiress of a date."

Carol touched the top of your head and ran her hand down the side of your face. "I think you and I had a better time than you would with her." She purrs as she kisses your cheek. "Don't you think?"

You nod and move your lips to brush hers. "I do." You find Carol's hands and hold them. "I can work with this."

"Are you sure?"

Carol asks, even though both want this.

"Yes."

Carol kisses you and pulls you close. "Hold on to me." You wrap your arms tightly around Carol's body, and slowly, you feel your feet leave the ground. "Keep your eyes on me," Carol said, and when you looked at her, you saw that her dress had changed into a suit.

One a superhero would wear.

"You brought us back..." You whispered into the space between the two of you. She heard you.

You watched as Carol glowed brighter, and the speed at which you two were flying increased.

You and Carol slept together that night, and you remember the feeling of warmth when you woke up next to her and a cat named Goose in the bed on her spaceship.

That was five months ago, and as you watch Carol fly down to a planet below, you can't help but smile.

You weren't alone.

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maxislvt · 1 year

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If requests are still open, could you please do Soft!Dark!Daddy!CEO!Carol forcing herself on Secretary!Reader? Bonus points if she's trying to convince Reader to become her sugar baby.

warnings: smut, coercion, imbalanced power dynamics, daddy kink, strap on usage

sorry this took four centuries

"We both know you want me, just take the offer. I promise it's much better than working at a desk all day."

The fabric covered bulge pressing against your ass was too much on its own. It was overstimulating when combined with the fact you were forcefully bent over a desk by your boss of all people. Carol had always been a little inappropriate towards you, but you never thought it'd get that bad.

"Ms. Danvers, you have to stop! You have a meeting in-" Your attempt to push Carol away only earned a harsh slap on your backside. A low moan escaped from your lips before you could catch it. "I'm not interested in your proposition! Now let me go!" Every time you pushed Carol simply pushed back twice as hard.

"All they do is try to squeeze my pockets dry, but you're always there to make sure that doesn't happen. Don't you think you deserve a reward for keeping this company safe?" Carol pulled away just long enough to spin you around so your back was against the desk. Her hands groped at your ass before stripping your lower half. "Just let this happen, okay? Being my baby is so much better than worrying about those shit heads."

Another moan escaped your lips as Carol swirled the tip of her strap-on around your clit. "M-Ms. Danvers, this is really inappropriate! I can't- I can't just quit my job because you want to date me!" You tried pushing Carol off of you only to have your forcefully pinned to the side. Before you could even complain, your boss had buried herself deep inside your walls. "Ah- no! Stop that, please!"

Carol held both of your wrists with one hand and used the other one to stroke your face. "Shush, it's okay baby. You don't have to quit if you don't want to. That just means we'll have to keep it a secret." She whispered into your ear as she began rutting into you. A smile spread across her face as your moan started to get louder. "That's it, just let daddy make you feel good."

The title should've made you uncomfortable. It should've disgusted you how your boss had forced herself on to you and then took control of your body like it was nothing. But it didn't. The wetness leaking from your cunt and onto Carol's pants was proof enough. "Fine, fine! You win, just ah- we can't be late to this meeting!" You attempted to squirm away only for Carol to pull you back down flush against her hips.

"Awe, you're such a hard worker, but daddy would much rather spend time with you today. Why don't you clear my schedule for me, hm?" Carol reached into her back pocket and handed you her phone. "Go ahead, do your job since you want to work so bad." She watched as you hopelessly fumbled with her cellphone to make calls.

You took a deep breath and held the phone close to your ear, hoping the caller wouldn't hear the vulgar sounds coming from your pussy. "Uhm, hello. This is Ms. Danvers' secretary speaking. I was calling to tell you that-" You nearly screamed when Carol started playing with your clit. "That she unfortunately has to cancel today's meeting due to…uh, personal matters. Would it be fine if we rescheduled at the same time tomorrow? I- we could arrange a hotel room for you if necessary!" The call felt like it went on forever. Usually you were so quick with your responses.

"You're doing such a good job for daddy. We can buy you something really cute once I'm done with you for the day." She stroked your cheek like you were some sort of pet. "You want a reward, don't you?" She affectionately squeezed your cheeks.

You nodded, unsure of what else to do. You didn't want to watered down to some human fleshlight, but Carol was much too strong for you to fight. All you could do was obey. "I- daddy, I think I'm gonna cum!" Your declaration lit a fire in Carol. Her thrusts became tougher. If you weren't on the brink of the best orgasm of your life, you would've been worried about breaking the desk. "Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming! Sorry-" A wave of arousal shot through your body and right out onto Carol's pants.

"Fuck, baby. Are you always this messy or are you just happy to have a new daddy?" Her thrusts got slower until she was sure your orgasm was over. She slid out and sat down in her chair. "Ah ah ah, let daddy see you." She spread your legs apart and marveled at the mess between them. "You're such a pretty thing." She whispered before dipping her finger into your cunt.

#panther speaks #anon #panthers drabbles #carol danvers x y/n #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x you #carol danvers smut #carol danvers #carol danvers fanfiction

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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year

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Darling, You Killed Me

Relationship: rock god!Thor x college!male reader (eventual CEO!Carol Danvers x reader teased)

Words: ~4.6 k

Summary: Meeting your celebrity crush goes much better than you had planned.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m/m sex, m receiving blowjob, protected anal sex, maybe unrealistic size kink, multiple orgasms, feminization, minor degradation), male reader, tall reader, athletic reader, age gap, meet cute, SMUT! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: It’s pride y’all! This month I’m gonna be doing my best to celebrate all my fave queer couples and also introduce you guys to some new ones! And we are starting things out with perhaps the biggest bang possible by introducing you guys to rockstar Thor and all the goodness that comes with it.

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all my fics, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

“”Wait, Yel!” You laughed a little louder than you normally would when the tiny blonde kept dragging you further forward through the crowd, still feeling a pleasant buzz from all the alcohol you had to drink before you arrived at the concert venue. “We’re missing Kate. And Wanda and Pietro.”

“They’re already at the front with Peter and Shawn.” Yelena squeezed your hand and grinned at you over her shoulder as she kept pulling you after her. “C’mon, spike. What good is having a giant for a friend if you don’t use your height to make people move out of my way?”

“Excuse me for being polite… sorry!” You shrugged uncomfortably when you bumped someone with your elbow, waving when you finally saw Kate bouncing on her toes with the rest of your group right by the stage. “Everyone is gonna hate me for blocking the view.”

“They’ll get over it.” She jumped to kiss you on the cheek then gave Kate a hug. “I’m so bummed Johnny couldn’t come but this is fucking amazing. Maybe we’ll get some spit on us.”

“You’re so weird.” Peter shook his head and beamed at Yelena as he leaned on Wanda’s shoulder. “But I’d let Fandral step on me, so what do I know?”

Everyone started to ramp up to debate who the hottest member of Aesir was, but then the stadium lights went down and the spotlights illuminated the stage and the crowd seemed to hold its breath.

Smoke filled the stage and a single, mournful note from a guitar wavered through the air at the same time the deep throb of a bass drum’s beat began and the crowd went fucking insane. Yel basically climbed you until her legs were wrapped around your waist and she was screaming in your ear when the shadows of five people appeared through the fog. Not that you minded, since you were whooping right along with her.

The guitar started to speed up and everyone got even louder when they recognized the opening notes of “Darling, You Killed Me.” Flashing lights lit up Sif first on the drums, a grin on her face as she spun her sticks through her fingers and winked at the crowd then started drilling out a heavy rhythm that you could feel in your chest. Next was Volstagg on bass, his thick red hair kept away from his face in a braid that swayed with his movements as he started plucking out a rhythm. Then came Hogun on keys, a soaring melody washing over everyone when he began to play. After Hogun, Fandral was illuminated, flicking a blonde curl out of his eyes with a toss of his head and beaming wickedly at the frenzied masses as he gave them a thoroughly dramatic strum of his guitar.

And then, finally, a trio of golden spotlights focused on the lonely mic in the middle of the stage and a sweet, low voice greeted the crowd as the god of a front runner for maybe the biggest band in the world was revealed to the crowd.

“Well, hello there New York. I’m Thor and this is Aesir. How are you all doing tonight?”

Judging from the absolutely wild and unhinged shrieks that filled the air, along with what you were pretty sure were several pairs of panties and a few bras, the answer to that question was insane and horny.

But who could blame them? Every single member of the band was like a god, mysterious and otherworldly and charming in all their leather and metal, with intricate braids in their hair and tattoos covering their skin. Just the chance to touch one of their boots had the throng of fans behind you pressing you into the stage until Yelena and Pietro gave them a pair of intimidating looks.

As gorgeous and unattainable as the rest of the band was, the main object of everyone’s attention and obsession was definitely the massive, built, gorgeous lead singer and guitarist, Thor. He was the only thing you could look at, that deep voice making you shiver and your dick get half hard every time his eyes seemed to focus on you.

Which was such a weird thought. He couldn’t see you. He couldn’t see anything with all those lights on him. You were just way too drunk and maybe a little moony from being this close to your biggest celebrity crush.

All through the rest of the show you just kept watching him, smiling like a goddamn lunatic until your cheeks ached. It was probably… no, it was definitely the best night of your life, with all of your friends who seem to be just as giddy as you. You all were smiling and shouting nonsense at each other that none of you could hear over the music and the screaming crowd until the lingering notes of the last song died out and the arena lights came back up.

“Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit…” you were starting to freak out as you and your friends made your way backstage, squeezing Yel and Kates’ hands while they dragged you along and giving Shawn a nervous grin when the bodyguard unclipped the velvet rope and let your group past. “I’m gonna fucking throw up.”

“You’re not allowed to throw up unless it’s all over a rock god’s dick, spike.” Kate laughed when you spluttered as your face got unbearably warm. “Just enjoy yourself, make some memories to tide you over when you have to go back to writing your damn thesis on Monday.”

You shrugged uncomfortably but couldn’t say anything because all of a sudden they were there. More specifically, HE was there.

It felt like your tongue was too big for your mouth and your jaw was about to hit the floor as you just stood there dumbfounded while you watched the most famous people you’d ever seen in your life greet Yelena and ask about her sister like it was no big deal. You must’ve looked like a moron with your mouth hanging open, not even managing to get yourself even a little bit under control by the time Yel started to introduce everyone, you barely even registered it when she said your name.

“You’re lucky you even got to see him.” Yelena was still talking about you, but all you could focus on was the way Thor’s eyes were practically boring into yours before you dropped your gaze to the floor with a nervous titter. “Always so busy with grad school or volleyball practice, had to drag him here tonight.”

“Well we’re so happy you managed.” There was a very large hand pressed to the wall beside your face all of a sudden and it made your breath catch, just barely peeking through your lashes and trying not squeak when those same intense blue eyes were fixed on your face. “I would have been very disappointed if I hadn’t gotten to see your pretty friend, Belova. What do you want to drink, pretty boy?”

“Hmm?” Was he talking to you? Holy shit, he was… what was happening? “Um, beer is fine.”

“Beer it is.” Thor grabbed a newly filled cup out of Volstagg’s hand and ignored the bassist’s offended grunt as he handed it to you. “You’re quite tall.”

“Yeah…” you decided to stare at the bottom of your cup while you chugged its contents to try to settle your nerves, only vaguely aware of the conversation the rest of the group was having when Pietro let out a boisterous laugh.

“Did little Yelena tell you that I have always been particularly fond of tall boys?” The feeling of his fingers gripping your chin and tilting your face up until your eyes were level with his was making you practically vibrate.

“Nu-uh.” Words seemed to escape you at the moment when you saw his gaze drop to your mouth and licked his lips almost obscenely. You also may have dropped your cup.

“Well I do.” Oh shit, his thumb was tracing over your bottom lip and this could not be happening. “You wanna get out of here?”

“Yes! Yes he does!” Yelena and Kate almost tripped over each other when they rushed towards you and tried to shove you into your jacket before you could even think, beaming between you and the rockstar while your mouth worked silently and your eyes bugged out of your head. “Yes you do.”

All you could do was nod enthusiastically then almost swallow your tongue when Thor wrapped his massive arm around your shoulders and started guiding you towards the door, giving your friends a terrified look over your shoulder while they just gave you thumbs up then went back to talking to the rest of the band. Before you even knew what was happening you were outside waiting for the car to show up and looking at Thor with huge eyes as you struggled to come up with something to say.

You didn’t know what the fuck had come over you. You hadn’t even said a full sentence to the man and you were about to get into a towncar with him and let him fuck you… you didn’t even know where you were going. Oh, his home, he just told the driver to take him home, Jesus Christ. Good thing there was a minibar in the back, you needed something to settle yourself down so you could hopefully enjoy what was about to happen to you.

As soon as you had downed and tossed your second mini bottle of tequila his hand was loosely gripping your neck and he was pulling you towards him, his lips finding your ear and sucking on it while you just let out a truly pathetic sounding whimper as you gripped his shoulders. His breath was warm against your neck and the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat was insistent on your waist while he pressed your body against the passenger side door. He smelled like cigarette smoke and leather and clean sweat and you had never been more aroused in your entire life.

“You are so sweet for such a big boy.” He licked your jaw and purred when you flung one of your legs over his lap. “You ever sucked a god’s dick before, love?”

This was going to be the death of you. You were ready to sink to the floor right away and bury your face in his crotch while you humped his boot before choking on what you were sure was going to be the most magnificent cock you’d ever seen in your life. The opportunities for you to suck dick were few and far between. Every single date you had saw how big you were and just started calling you daddy and slobbering all over you. It wasn’t fair, you loved sucking cock.

Of course, if this was going to be your only chance to get in bed with a rock god, you were gonna make the absolute most of the opportunity.

“No.” You wound your arms around his neck and batted your eyelashes as you gave a lewd roll of your hips, feeling flushed from the alcohol and especially bold when he growled at you. “And I’m not gonna tonight unless you ask me real nice.”

He froze, blinking slowly as he stared at you and making you feel slightly panicky when he still didn’t say anything while you chewed on your lip. And then he laughed, a beautiful, warm, booming laugh that made him toss his head back and pull you closer while he squeezed your waist. That thunderous sound made you feel so fucking giddy you almost giggled when you buried your face in his neck, at least until he gripped your hair tight and yanked your head back so he could look you in the eyes.

“You sneaky little minx.” Thor grinned when you gasped as he smacked your ass, tutting when you tried to grind into his lap and pouted at him. “Made me think you were so sweet and shy and pliant. I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” You groaned when he bit your bottom lip and squirmed when you felt more blood rush to your dick. “You have to be sweet first.”

“Do I now?” Thor grabbed your ass again and jiggled it, growling while he bit along your jaw and licked your throat. “I usually save that for after.”

“Hmm, well I want it now.” The limo came to a stop and you kissed the tip of his nose before climbing out, groaning when his massive hand wrapped around your throat from behind and hit your ear. “Just say please, and maybe I’ll let you feel how tight I am.”

“Brat.” He laughed and swatted your ass again, shoving you into the elevator and beaming at you as he ran a hand through his golden hair. “Alright… please get on your fucking knees and suck my cock like a good boy.”

His voice had somehow gotten even lower and it made you shiver. Without even bothering to check in there were cameras you sank to your knees right in front of him and rubbed your cheek over his incredible bulge that held the promise of something truly monstrous. You were already drooling, your own cock throbbing and leaking as you undid his jeans as you kept looking up into his eyes. It was short work, his zipper coming down in a flash and then your hand reaching in and wrapping around him and…

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Yep, monstrous. “Fuck me.”

“Later.” Thor growled and grabbed the base of the flan python he had been hiding, slapping it against your cheeks until you opened your mouth wide and let him slide between your lips. “I told you to suck like a good boy.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, your tongue swirling around his velvety head while you hollowed your cheeks and used your hand to stroke his shaft. It was, without a doubt, the biggest dick you had ever had in your mouth. This was confirmed by the ache in your jaw and the way you gagged messily when he shoved his tip down your throat.

Thor hit the brake on the elevator so he could truly enjoy the sight of you on your knees, leaning on the wall and grinning down at you while you slobbered all over him. He groaned when you swallowed around him, reaching down with a deep chuckle and wrapping his hand around your throat so he could squeeze his cock even tighter. The feeling was absolute heaven, it was everything you needed. Your eyes fluttered closed when his hips met your face, your body going lax at the feeling of being used so thoroughly and completely.

“That’s fucking it.” Thor shoved you against the wall and braced his thick thighs on either side of your head, his fingers burying themselves in your hair so he could keep you in place while he fucked your throat in deep, slow strokes. “Oh, you love this shit, don’t you? Mouth off like a fucking brat and then turn into a dumb little baby as soon as you have a dick in your mouth. Bet you wish you could get shut up with cock all the time, don’t you pretty boy?”

As much as you tried to nod, you could barely move your head, not with him holding you tight and his massive cock filling your throat. So you just whined around him, drool dripping down your chin in thin strings and staining your shirt. It was getting harder to breathe, both from the enormous blockage of your airway and from the heady pleasure of finally getting what you so desperately needed.

“Ah, stay with me!” You started when he smacked your face, your cheeks heating up when he laughed richly at your eyelashes fluttering as he started moving just a little bit faster. “You don’t get to pass out yet, love. Now, swallow.”

That was the only warning you had before he was swelling in your mouth and then exploding down your throat. You swallowed as fast as you could, gagging and slurping and moaning while you struggled to suck down every thick and sticky drop he was giving you. It was impossible, though, there was so much. Thor chuckled when it leaked out of your lips around the base of his cock, mixing with your drool in a creamy mess that dripped onto the floor when he started the lift again.

When the doors opened you only had a moment to appreciate the beautiful penthouse apartment before he was dragging you to your feet and kissing you all over again. Your limbs felt too long for this, gangly and awkward when he should just be scooping you up in his arms. But he didn’t seem to mind, squeezing your waist and licking into your mouth while you whined with need.

“Please…” You whimpered when he shoved you into the bedroom and gave you a hickey on your jaw, licking your lips as his hands slipped under the edge of your shirt and touched your bare skin. “I want…”

“Begging like a little slut after giving me so much lip.” Thor nipped at your chin playfully before shoving you back, pushing his hair out of his eyes and strutting over to the bar cart on the other side of the room. “Now it’s your turn to be sweet. Strip for me.”

You opened your mouth to argue but something in the way he looked at you had you snapping your jaw closed again. He just shrugged when you narrowed your eyes, pouring himself a glass of vodka and looking at you expectantly while he leaned on the wall. If he wanted a show, you could give him a show.

Thor watched you pull your cum stained shirt over your head slowly, his eyes widening just slightly once your lean torso was revealed to him. It’s not like you didn’t know how you looked. You were an athlete, you spent a lot of time lifting weights and stretching and you were proud of your body. Especially now when the rock god of your dreams was watching you like he wanted to eat you. For just a second you thought about waiting to take off everything until he begged to see all of you, but you could still taste his cum at the back of your throat, and that blow job had gotten you all kinds of worked up.

Your cock smacked wetly against your abs when you’d removed your jeans and boxer briefs in one smooth motion, kicking them away so you were standing there completely bare while his eyes drank you in. His teeth dragged over his bottom lip while you just teased the head of your cock with your fingertips, his throat working visibly when he swallowed another mouthful of vodka before he growled at you in a husky voice.

“There’s lube in the bedside table.” He started sipping his drink again when you opened the drawer and gasped at the toys that greeted you. “Ah, those are for later. Put that ass in the air and open yourself up for me.”

“Fine.” You poured a little when you got on all fours on the bed, resting your cheek against the cool comforter and spreading your legs so your rock god could see your tight little hole winking at him as you spread the firm cheeks of your ass. “But I don’t like a lot of prep.”

That made him growl, the noise sending a vibration through your body even from across the room as you smeared lube all over your fingers. When your first finger slipped inside of your tiny asshole you couldn’t help but whine, slowly swirling it around and plunging it in and out while you did your best to make slutty noises. You could tell they were working, could hear his breath getting faster and heavier as you stretched your hole. The second finger made you gasp, a shiver running up your spine as you scissored yourself open as you heard the sounds of Thor getting undressed behind you.

“That’s enough. God, you really are a dangerous little minx.” Thor smacked your ass once before pressing kisses along your spine, reaching to grab a condom and rolling it over his length while you panted underneath him. “Gonna turn you inside out, boy.”

“No… just a sec.” You sat up and shoved him back, giggling when he gave you a look full of indignation at you pushing him away. “I wanna ride that fucking monster. Lemme feel it in my throat, please.”

“Fuck… dangerous.” His grin was splitting his face in half when he flopped back on the bed, a rich laugh shaking his chest when you scrambled on top of him and straddled his waist. “You’re a fucking show off. Alright, lemme see you work that boy pussy, love.”

Him calling your asshole your pussy had you clenching so hard you were worried all your prep might have been in vain, not that that was going to stop you. You looked into his sharp blue eyes as you reached behind you to grip his thick cock, your entire body shivering when you lined him up and started to slowly sink down on him. Just the tip had you practically seeing stars, a choked off sob escaping from you without your permission as you circled your hips to get used to the stretch. An inch at a time, you made sure to keep breathing deeply, scowling at him when he slapped you and told you to hurry it the fuck up as he didn’t have all night with everything he wanted to do to you.

“Son of a… motherfucker.” You had to bite your lip to keep from screaming when your ass finally nestled into the dip of his hips, your thighs trembling around his waist while he just looked up at yiu with a pleased smirk on his face.

“Look at you taking all of me, and with just two fingers’ prep.” Thor snapped his hips up and chuckled when you let out a gasp. “C’mon love, work that little cunt like the slut I know you are. You begged for this, now fucking take it.”

You might have called him an asshole, since he did give you ass a rather vicious slap, but you started moving. This… this was exactly what you wanted. He was hitting you right where you needed as you ride him, a sultry moan leaving your lips as you started to find a rhythm that made your eyes flutter. Before you knew it you were riding him in earnest, bouncing up and down on his cock wildly and tossing your head back so you could pant and whine as you braced your hands on his thighs. Your own cock was bouncing too, leaning pearly rivers of precum all over his abs that looked like they were sculpted from golden marble.

When his fist wrapped around your dick you screamed, shaking when your cum exploded out of you without warning and hit him in the face. You wanted to splutter out an apology but then he was sitting up and all you could do was squeal, gasping when he kissed you obscenely and made you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Messy fucking boy, knew you were a little slut.” You never thought you would love being called a whore and having your asshole called a pussy while you were full of dick, but here you were. Maybe it was because he had suck a warm smile on his face while he said everything. “We’re not even close to being done, love.”

“Yes… shit!” You cried out when his hands gripped your waist and he started moving you his own damn self, wrapping your arms around his thick neck and clenching your teeth as his cock completely rearranged your guts in the most delicious way. “Fuck my little pussy, make me fucking take it.”

“Yeah, there’s my dirty boy.” Thor sucked on your neck when you sobbed for him, groaning when he felt your dick getting hard as it rubbed against his stomach. “Gonna ruin you for anyone else, may just have to keep you as my slutty little pet, would you like that?”

“Yeah… mmhm.” You hiccuped when he licked your throat, your breath getting punched out of your lungs each time his thighs smacked against the curve of your ass. “Wanna be fucked all the time.”

“Know you do, baby, I’d take such good care of you.” He slapped your ass and nipped at your collarbone. “Make you so fucking stupid, just my dumb little baby.”

He kept talking like that, driving your body up and down on his cock like it took no effort at all even as you were covered in sweat. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but pressure started building in your balls and in your core and as soon as he told you to come you were doing it with a bitten off yelp. Thor grinned when it happened, kissing you again and shoving his tongue down your throat while your brain went to some sweet, fluffy place that you found you enjoyed very much.

Then you were on your back, somehow. You didn’t totally remember how you got there but when you looked up your rock god was leaning over you and grunting while he slammed his cock into your sensitive little hole, and that was a sight and sound you found you enjoyed very much. It was disappointing that I find that you didn’t have the strength to wrap your legs around his waist like you wanted, but he didn’t seem to mind and you were still getting the life fucked out of you so it only bothered you for a minute.

“Greedy fucking boy, what’s that, three?” Thor chuckled when a thin drool of cum leaked from the tip of your cock when you came again unbidden, groaning when you squeezed him even tighter and made his eyes roll back. “Yeah, Jesus fuck you’re good. Such a pretty little slut. Fuck, I can’t wIt to fuck yiu raw? Bet you love being full of cum.” He barked out a laugh when you nodded eagerly. “Knew it. Bet you’ll let me take whatever I want whenever I want, pretty thing. Oh my fucking god, this little pussy is so fucking tight. Shit… ah, fuck!”

Thor leaned down and bit your neck when he throbbed inside you, grunting while his hips stuttered against your ass and he filled the condom. You couldn’t take it anymore, the pleasure of having been used so thoroughly sending you to nirvana as you wailed and your poor cock twitched feebly against your abs while you blacked out. He kissed you when you just mumbled stupidly while your eyes rolled in your head, making sure he was very careful when he pulled out so he didn’t overwhelm you.

“That’s it, what a good boy.” Thor smiled when you purred in response and stretched your whole body, a look of absolute bliss on your face while you gave him a sloppy grin before he headed to the bathroom to fill the tub. “Oh yeah, think I’m definitely gonna have to keep you around. May even introduce you to Carol when she’s back in town.”

#natalie writes #no love like your love: the city #marvel au #thor odinson #male reader #happy pride 🌈#thor odinson x reader #thor odinson x y/n #thor odinson x you #thor odinson x male reader #m/m #m/m smut #m/m fiction #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth character #chris hemsworth smut #eighteen plus

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dontsh0vethesun · 2 years

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kinktober2022 masterlist

monstober 2022 masterlist

might turn some of these into full length fics once october is over

photos are from pinterest

October 1st - wake up - somnophilia - natasha romanoff x reader

October 4th - dry your eyes - dacryphilia - ceo!wanda maximoff x reader

October 7th - love on a dancefloor - exhibitionism - kate bishop x reader

October 10th - drunk - cnc - mob!wandanat x reader

October 13th - baby - breeding - natasha romanoff x reader

October 16th - share - voyeurism - carol danvers x reader x valkyrie

October 19th - truth or dare - mutual masturbation - stepsister!wanda maximoff x reader

October 22nd - dumb - dumbification - professor!wanda maximoff x reader

October 25th - the looking glass - mirror sex - kate bishop x reader

October 28th - little dove - corruption - stepmom!wanda maximoff x virgin!reader

October 31st - ours forever - knife play - mob!wandanat x reader

#kinktober 2022 #marvel #marvel fanfic

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a-spes · 9 months

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I wanted to share with you all the projects I am currently working on and the ones that will come one day (maybe) so here is a list that I'll update oftently 🫶

| WORKS IN PROGRESS;

✧ Pretty faces, Dark souls (part one. — Serie) with Dark!CEO!Natasha Romanoff x thief!Reader where R steals the wrong person, Nat' being determined to make her pay her debt.

✧ Devious lies (part one /3, anon request) with Natasha Romanoff x Reader where some shit happens during a night out with Maria (honestly I just don't know how to resume it but I swear it's better than it sounds).

| DEVELOPED IDEAS;

✧ Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader as old friends to enemies to lover during Civil War when they are on opposite teams. If Reader is supposed to track Nat', she ends up seeking for her help when Team Cap' turns against her.

✧ Mob boss!Natasha Romanoff x Undercover!Reader except she knows from the beginning and it's just her manipulating R the whole time.

✧ Stained Heart AU (new part) with Avenger!Natasha Romanoff x Avenger!R where Natasha keeps refusing to train with you because she is scared she would hurt you, so you decide to train with someone else but they hurt you by accident. Even if you try to hide it because you know she's gonna be mad, nothing escapes her gaze.

✧ Zombie!Scarlett Witch x Reader in a post apocalyptic universe. They used to be friends/lovers as teens until Wanda got infected. R never thought she would see her again whereas Wanda spent the past years looking for her, now that she found her loved one she'll make sure that nothing will separate them.

✧ Church of the Damned (serie) with a cult leader!Scarlett Witch x Enhanced!Reader where R is looking for a place to stay after she ran away from her home and it seems that abandoned church is the only safe place for people like her.

| THINGS I WANT TO WRITE;

✧ Something about anti-hero!Reader with powers (or maybe not).

✧ Something that happens in a bar or during a party.

✧ Something that uses the bodyguard trope.

✧ Something that takes place in Ancient Greece, or with a similar vibe.

✧ Something in a military au with mean!captain!Carol Danvers x rookie!reader.

✧ Something with a sick or badly injuried R and angst/comfort.

| last update: 06. 01. 2024.

#a spes writing #current wip #mcu women #natasha romanoff x reader #reader insert #wanda maximoff x reader #carol danvers x reader #kate bishop x reader #mcu fandom #mcu fanfiction

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xblackreader · 9 months

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For the @12daysofattoye challenge :P @attoye

Merry Christmas, Baby 🎁 - An Attoye Hallmark crackfic

- words: 2.5k+

Summary: This is a hallmark Christmas romance between Okoye, a big city businesswoman, and Attuma, her childhood crush boy next door who owns a Christmas tree business, and his dad isn’t Santa or anything, so chill out.

I put no effort into this, it’s purely for fun

༄ ♬ ˚₊ ➳ 💙⚔️❤️ ➳ ♪ ❀ ༄

It was a cold, snowy day, and the laughter and shine of joy on the streets was thick in the winter air.

Snow fell on the windows, the trees, and the cars in the parking lot, a perfect white blanket over a city that seemed to glow from the inside.

Okoye stood at the window and watched it fall, snickering at all the stupid people who celebrated Christmas and believed in having fun instead of working every day all the time.

It was a week from Christmas, and she was at work. She was always at work. She didn’t remember a time when she wasn't at work, especially at Christmas.

Okoye loved work, money, and the big city, but not Christmas because of her tragic past. But we’ll get into that at a later, more convenient-to-the-plot time.

Okoye sighed, sipping the coffee cup she was holding. Her best friend and the CEO of their company, Carol Danvers, was going to throw a party, and everyone would be there, including her lesbian sister, Maria Rambeau. But who cares? That’s another very gay story.

Okoye’s associate and technology manager, Shuri, walked into the room and slammed many amounts of critical business on Okoye’s desk. “Okoye,” she said, “we have many business to attend to this holiday season.”

Okoye rolled her eyes. She couldn't stand Shuri. She was annoying and always tried to bring joy into Okoye's life, but it wasn't happening.

”We need to get all this business done before Christmas so I can spend it with my Dilf Husband, Cha’htoh, or maybe my wife, Riri.”

Okoye scoffed and placed her coffee on the table in a Grinch way. “I do not care for romance and love; keep your Dilf away from my business! I will complete this business by myself!”

“But in order to complete it, you must travel to Christmas Town! A small, poor, warm, cozy town where you were born!”

“I will go to my hometown by myself and complete this business. That is all, associate Shuri Udaku.”

Shuri sighed as Okoye sat down to start on the business, tapping at her computer. “Oh, Okoye…” she lamented, “I hope you learn the true meaning of Christmas…”

And then, with a blink of an eye and a clap of her hands, the annoying associate Shuri was gone, and the door closed with a bang behind her. She must’ve been a magical negro. But Okoye cares not for magic or negros.

Okoye got back to her business, ignoring the feelings she may have in her heart because she never felt those feelings of joyful Christmas. She packed her bag in her office somehow and left for the airport in a big limousine, sighing wistfully at all the passing Christmas-flavored families.

The airport was cold and dull like her soul. She hated Christmas but had a good time listening to the Christmas songs because they reminded her of her tragic backstory.

The plane took off and she sat there and thought about her tragic backstory.

When it landed the airport this time was smaller and more warm and cozy, the planes were in a lounge sipping on hot cocoa. That’s how cozy it was.

This was truly her hometown.

She rented a car and drove down the icy road until she reached the only inn in the village, the Wakand Inn.

It was a beautiful log cabin with a fireplace and a warm glowing light.

The old inn keeper smiled at her and grasped her hand. “It’s Christmas, honey. If you need anything, just ask.”

She went to her room and laid down, sighing as she looked out the window. It had begun to snow, and the world looked soft and cozy and warm.

A feeling bubbled up inside her and she tried to push it down. This was too Christmas, she didn’t have time to Christmas, she was a big time lawyer or something like that.

She closed the curtains, and decided to go out and do some business. She put on her long trench coat and black suit and stepped outside, the snow crunching beneath her shoes.

There was a little shop across the street that was still open, the perfect place to put a big city law firm or accountants place??? Idk

She stepped into the store and found it empty except for a tall figure in a red flannel button up with sleeves rolled up who was bent over the counter, doing some work.

He turned around and smiled at her. Oh, It was the man who made her feel things in her chest. He was hot and sexy and tall and tan and thick and just overall a Mayan god, but he was too Christmas for her to love.

“Hi.” He said, his voice smooth and deep like dark chocolate. He flipped his long wavy hair over his shoulder and wiped his for some reason dirty hands on a wash cloth. “I’m Attuma. Welcome to my Christmas Tree shop.”

“Hi…” Okoye said, looking around. “Are you the owner?”

Attuma chuckled, his eyes glinting. He had a little scruffy beard on his jaw that Okoye thought was extremely sexy. “Yes, I own and operate this store. How can I help you?”

She cleared her throat. She had no time for love and romance, she needed to complete her business. “I’m here on behalf of the Milaje Corp. and we were interested in going into business with you.” She handed him many papers.

Attuma nodded. He had a strong jaw and beautiful deep brown eyes and his arms were veiny and his muscles bulged from all his small town work. He took out the papers and began to look them over, the gears in his mind turning.

Shaking his head, he handed her back the papers. “No, thank you.”

Okoye blinked in confusion.

That had never happened before.

Never ever.

In her entire time as a business woman, this had never happened.

He crossed his arms over his chest and smiled a charming smile.

“But, Mr. Attuma-“

“Just Attuma is fine.”

Okoye narrowed her eyes at him and his smile widened a bit. “Mr. Attuma. This contract is very generous!”

“You want to tear down my Christmas shop. It’s the own shop in town. Literally, there’s no other shops in the whole town.”

“But sir, this will make you very rich!”

“I don’t care about being rich, I only care abour Christmas and love.”

Okoye groaned. This was so not sexy or cool of him.

Attuma chuckled. He leaned across the counter, his hands flat on the wood, and his eyes stared deeply into hers. “Maybe you should learn more about this town and Christmas?”

“No.”

Attuma sighed, “if I can’t convince you to love Christmas by Christmas, I’ll sell you my Christmas Tree shop. Deal?”

Okoye thought about it for a moment. She was going to win, that was guaranteed, and she would be able to do her job. But what about his feelings and what if she did end up liking Christmas??

Okoye reached out and grabbed his hand, shaking it while holding his line of sight. She had to win, she had to.

She wouldn't let herself lose.

It was on.

Attuma pulled her hand towards him and kissed the back of it.

Okoye felt her insides burn. Then she heard bells, she looked towards the window and saw children playing happily and grimaced.

“I will show you what Christmas is all about, Ms. Okoye.”

“Okay.” She said, shaking her head at the happiness outside, “Wait, I never told you my-“

When she turned back, Attuma was gone.

Okoye shrugged, and headed back to her inn.

She went to sleep, dreaming of Christmas.

She hated it and beat Santa to death in her dreams.

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Okoye woke up the next day, groaning as she stretched and pulled the blankets over her face. It was still early, she had time to sleep before her first business meeting.

A loud banging at her door made her jump. She groaned and pushed herself up, rubbing her eyes.

Who the hell was knocking on her door this early in the morning? When she approached the door, fully dressed suddenly and with two scarves on, the door opened.

Okoye froze.

Attuma was standing there with a grin.

And a tray.

On the tray were many, many plates.

He handed it to her and walked into the room, pushing her aside gently. He sat down at the table by the window and crossed his legs, gesturing to the chair opposite him.

Okoye looked down at the tray, then back at him.

It was filled with all kinds of food.

Pancakes.

Waffles.

French toast.

Crepes.

Scrambled eggs.

Eggs Benedict.

And bacon and sausage and a bowl of fruit.

Was this too much for one person and even four people? Yes, but it was Christmas and nothing mattered.

“So,” Attuma started watching Okoye as she began to fake eat the hearty breakfast for eight marathon runners, “Why do you hate Christmas so much?”

Okoye sighed and swallowed a big bite of food, trying to avoid Attuma's intense stare.

She was an amazing business woman and didn't feel the need to answer his stupid question. “It’s part of my tragic backstory. But that’s none of your business.”

Attuma pouted, leaning across the table. His long hair was tied back and Okoye couldn’t help but think about how his hair would look down.

She hated him.

And Christmas. But especially Christmas.

He shrugged and stood up smiling,

Damnit.

Attuma stood and grabbed her by the arm.

She protested and fought and squirmed, but he was a big muscly man. Who yanked trees from the ground for a living because he was a small town boy next door heartthrob but the last thing she was looking for was a man.

He pulled her out the inn, down the stairs and onto the cold, snowy street.

The children laughed and played, building snowmen and igloos and making angels in the snow. Okoye wrinkled her nose.

Attuma sighed. He had a dreamy look in his eyes as he watched the children. He really loved this town, he would get Okoye to love it again too.

“I remember when the town would gather to celebrate Christmas, singing carols and drinking cocoa, lighting the tree and dancing around the bonfire. Remember, Okoye?”

Okoye sighed and nodded her head. All she wanted was to complete her job, and the sooner, the better. But she did remember how she used to love Christmas, before…

Her thoughts trailed off. No, she had to finish her business and go back to her cold city life.

They walked in silence until they reached the town square. The Christmas tree was there, surrounded by many happy people and decorated beautifully with lights and ornaments.

Suddenly the Christmas magic became so big and beautiful and it overwhelmed Okoye with the power… of it… the magic.

“Okoye,” Attuma said, taking her hand and wiping a Christmas tear from her cheek, “I feel like I’m falling in love with you…”

“Attuma,” Okoye sniffled, “This eleven minute walk has been enlightening… I love Christmas and I love you! Let’s get married!”

“Yes! Okoye, you have taught me the true meaning of Christmas. The true meaning of Christmas is marriage.” He said, pressing a tender holiday kiss to her forehead. “But… I have a dark secret, I have to tell you…”

Okoye gasped, a look of horror crossing her face. “You’re gay?!”

“No, Okoye, not in this story. But I…”

“What is it, Attuma? Whatever it is we can get through it together!”

“My father… my Dad is Santa Claus.” Attuma said, dramatically. He fell to his knees, tears welling up in his eyes.

Okoye gasped and held him close, stroking his hair. Suddenly, above their heads, they heard a buzzing noise faintly grow closer.

An evil, evil helicopter flew in from the distance, flying low and fast, and circling the tree. Is that?… No! It can’t be!

“Ho ho ho!” Namor said, flapping his itty bitty winged feet in his little red shorts. “Merry Christmas!”

Okoye and Attuma looked at each other, then up at the flying elf, both wearing looks of confusion on their faces. Attuma stood up as Namor landed in the snow, hissing at the snow but he wasn’t no bitch so he took it.

“Dad?” Attuma said, confused, approaching his father.

Okoye gasped, “You’re Santa?!”

“The one and only! Merry-“

“But you’re elf sized.”

Namor grinned, “I’m travel size-“

“And why aren’t you wearing like… a suit?”

“Well, the shorts are more-“

“And your ears-“

“I’M SANTA, SHUT UP.” His right eye twitched and Okoye dropped it.

Namor smiled. He was very tan and very old, but a dilf about it honestly. Just a sexy little Christmas man. “Hello, son. It’s me, Santa Namor! And I need you to come with me or Christmas is over!”

“But Dad,” The larger son of Santa said, reaching behind him to grasp Okoye’s hand, “I love Okoye and I love Christmas, but I can't abandon my life here and I don’t want to abandon Okoye either. She left her gay friend in the big city for me!”

Namor nodded, looking at the two lovers. He sighed and shook his head as the bells jingled on his cute little hat. What a cutie patootie, that Christmas water elf king. “Well, the true meaning of Christmas… is love.”

Attuma and Okoye grinned at each other, they joined hands and it was suddenly their wedding and they kissed and rushed off into the carriage. Then Namor appeared again and did a little dance like the sky ballerina he is and sprinkled Christmas dust on them and they floated away into Christmas.

The End.

…

Okoye sighed and sat up.

Oh, it was just a dream. A horrible nightmare. Stretching and groaning in exhaustion, Okoye began to wake up.

Loud snoring on her left made her groan and she wrestled herself out of her big blue hunk of husband’s arms. “Attuma!” She whisper yelled. “Let me go!”

Attuma snorted and rolled over, falling asleep again.

Okoye grumbled and got out of bed, pulling a robe on and walking over to the window. The sun was rising slowly and surely, peeking over the Wakandan horizon. Okoye looked back and admired Attuma, even as he drooled and snored loud as a old rhino. Everything was perfect, exactly how she wanted it.

The door burst open and she startled, before the blur of speed in front of her turned into her son, Tadeas in her arms.

“Mommy…!” He sung sweetly, yawning but practically vibrating with joy. Tadeas smiled up at her, his big brown eyes twinkling. He had his father’s eyes, his mother’s cheeks, and a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts. Smiling softly, she grunted as she lifted him entirely into her arms. He was only six and already so heavy, just like his daddy. “Mholo ngalentsasa, Mama!”

Pressing a kiss to his forehead and then his chubby cheeks, his mother squeezed him with love. “Good morning, little rhino.”

“Big Rhino! Like Daddy!” He insisted.

Okoye laughed and set him on the bed, watching as Attuma groaned and pulled him close. He mumbled a good morning and rolled over, his eyes still closed and his hair a mess. Their daughter Xyanza rushed in after that holding a mug of room temperature tap water with a loose tea bag in it, and Okoye swooned. How thoughtful. It was wrong, but the thought was so sweet.

“Got you teatea, Mama.”

“Thank you, my sweet girl.” Okoye cooed, cupping her face with one hand.

Her daughter smiled and then rushed over to join her brother in poking Attuma until he rose from the dead.

The Wakandan sunrise was beautiful, the warm, gentle light spreading across the land and touching everything in its path. Okoye had a few reservations about celebrating this colonizer holiday with her children; the capitalization on the holidays, the price upticks, the decorating…

But seeing them now, Attuma leaning up to fight her both his children against his chest and carry them with squeals and smiles to the living room to begin opening presents… Okoye had to admit, maybe the true meaning of Christmas was love.

Or maybe it was spending money and having a good time, she wasn’t sure yet.

But she had to say, the way her family felt now, was absolutely magical.

Merry Christmas.

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Unholy (Natasha R. x Maria H. x Reader x Wanda M)

Summary: Mommy don’t know Daddy’s gettin’ hot, at the body shop, doin’ something unholy (yes, these are song lyrics. No, I don’t regret it).

Words: 3117

Warnings: Uh, smut. Strippers. More smut. Language. SMUT. Daddy kink. SMUUUUT. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. Technically cheating, but it’s on Pepper so you’re fine... right?

Taglist: @natasharomanoffswife @natasha-danvers @aaron-despair @username23345 @xjiasx @nowthisisliving27 @higherfurther-romanova @summergeezburr @imnotasuperhero @miscmarvelwritings @captain-josslett @onlyafewfindtheway @hayleyokami @b-5by5 @evilcr0ne @everything201197 @lostandsearching

A/N: This is based entirely on my girlfriend’s plot bug that she planted in my ear about a lot of hands. So... fuck it. You’re welcome, cuz this shit nearly gave me an anxiety attack trying to figure out all the moving parts.

-X-

The club was alive, the stench of cheap booze and sweat staining the air like mustard on a white shirt but you didn’t care as you narrowly avoided the drunken stumble of a man wandering out the door. It definitely wasn’t your first time in this hole-in-the-wall (you’d found it the week you moved to this godforsaken city) and it was evident in the way the bartender smirked, offering a drink without you having to say a word. Passing her your card, nothing was said as the silent exchange commenced like clockwork.

You’d moved to New York after marrying Tony Stark’s ex-wife and the current CEO of his billion dollar company, something you had never wanted but accepted for the sake of business. Play the suave wife – charismatic, arrogant, brilliant – and you could essentially do whatever you pleased as long as you were discrete. Your father had pressured you into the marriage (sold you, if you were being honest with yourself) but you never argued, knowing that – once enough time slipped away – you too would fade into the forgotten void.

But who would dare to complain about getting to stash away millions in the interim?

-X-

Settled in her chair, Natasha applied the last of her lipstick as she waited to take the stage. Black leather adorning her form, keeping what little modesty she cared to keep, she hummed to the music thrumming through the speakers.

“Did you see your lover girl is here again tonight?” Carol teased, landing in the chair beside her friend. “Suit and all.”

Rolling her eyes, Natasha tried valiantly to ignore the way her stomach flipped at the news. Her favorite nights were when you came into the club. The same drink in your hand. That familiar white shirt with that boring black tie hanging loosely around your neck, a symbol of unbothered power in a place like this.

Always requesting her in the back room.

“Y’know, I’ve seen the ring on her finger. I wonder what her partner thinks of her coming home with your lipstick staining her collar,” Carol mused thoughtfully, tilting her head. “Or if they noticed the scarlet shade on the opposite side that one time.”

Chewing her lip, Natasha refused to comment despite knowing the truth. You’d been very forthcoming the first time she’d spotted the ring glittering in the dim light. How your marriage really worked. How desperately you wanted to leave it and never look back. She’d heard the story from dozens of people, but you?

She actually believed you.

“Whatever. I guess it doesn’t matter.” Carol shrugged. “She’s either going to request you or you and little miss witchy over there.”

Smirking to herself, emerald eyes cut to the blonde. Her words were blasé but the jealousy was rooted so deep in her voice that only the most oblivious of people would miss it. Most of the women in the back were green over the special treatment you offered Natasha – and Wanda, occasionally. You never paid for anyone else but they weren’t naïve. They knew what happened in the back room when you were around; could see the satisfaction painted across pale cheeks whenever you left.

“What can I say? She enjoys redheads,” Natasha purred.

-X-

Watching the Black Widow dip low on the stage, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the sight. Most of the people in this place would never know her name – Natasha – but you were a special case. Often given the chance to murmur it in her ear while she rode your strap like it was the only thing on earth that could quench the fire in her soul. Maybe it was stupid, trusting a stripper with so much information about yourself and subsequently falling for her, but you couldn’t help yourself.

You’d rather live in ignorant bliss than cynical expectation.

“Can I interest you in a dance?”

The voice was wholly unfamiliar, breath brushing the shell of your ear in a way that made you want to squirm away, and you shook your head negatively.

“No thanks,” you mumbled, downing your drink as you refused to make eye contact with the stripper lingering at your side.

Gaze meeting Natasha’s from her perch on the stage, you watched them narrow towards the woman who still wasn’t leaving. You assumed it was because this woman was encroaching upon Natasha’s money – you never gifted her less than a thousand dollars every time – but you pretended it was because she actually liked you, even if it would possibly lead to heartbreak later.

“I think she’s good, Frost,” Wanda called over the music, landing on your other side as her hand drifted across your shoulder teasingly. “She’s paying for Widow’s services tonight, like always. Don’t act so surprised.”

An irritated huff met your ear before heels clacked angrily away from you across the sticky floor.

“Thanks,” you smiled, looking up at the other redhead who often visited your dreams. “I technically already paid for you too, though.”

Scarlet lips tugged into a devilish smirk as twinkling green stared intently at you, her fingers dropping to the bill peeking from the top of her thong. “Oh, I know, malishka, but she didn’t need to.” She leaned closer, lips nearly caressing yours. “I haven’t forgotten our little talk. We’ll make sure you’re well taken care of tonight.”

“I don’t doubt that,” you replied huskily, barely holding what little restraint you had left to force your hands to the sides of your chair instead of wrapping one around her pretty throat.

Seeing the war in your eyes, Wanda leaned away to keep up what few appearances you both had. Dragging her tongue along her bottom lip, she winked at you before sauntering away, adding an extra sway to her hips as she disappeared from sight.

“You know, if I were the jealous type, I’d almost be mad you stopped watching my set because of her.”

Head jerking in shock, you wondered if this was the world’s way of punishing you for your sins – faced with a tantalizing sight you weren’t theoretically allowed to touch. Your control was already non-existent; if you were forced to wait much longer, you’d probably burst into flames as if you were a vampire doused under waves of holy water. The way her leather bustier clung to her breasts was a sinful display – and you were nothing if not a sinner.

“C’mon, baby, let me give you a dance,” she cooed, beckoning you from your seat with just a look.

Following her into the back, you nodded slightly to Bucky. Bouncer for the back VIP rooms, he was privy to the antics of the dancers and would only step in if his services were expressly desired by a dancer. Steve, on the other hand, tended to be a stickler for the “no touching” rule, even though they were supposedly more lenient when it came to private showings.

Stepping into Natasha’s preferred room, she shoved you onto the couch with a dominance you both knew she didn’t really feel. So often in a position of power, she’d admitted early on that she liked when someone stripped away that power – and you were all too eager to help relieve her of the burden from her shoulders. The curtain swayed closed behind her and she straddled your lap with the precision only a woman in her profession could hope to achieve.

“It’s been a while,” she pouted, hips grinding along your hidden appendage to the beat of the music. “I thought you forgot about me.”

Gripping her waist tightly, you brought her closer with steady hands as your pelvis matched her rhythm. “It’s only been a week, Nat. I told you I had a business conference to attend. I could never forget about my favorite girl.”

Delighting under the subtle praise, her mouth crashed into yours with a vigor neither of you expected. Nails biting into her flesh, she mewled with pleasure as your tongue snaked its way past her parted lips and rivaled with hers with ease.

A game of pretend she knew she’d lose.

Hips rutting with need, she grasped desperately at the back of your neck. The moment she’d spotted your intense gaze during her dance, she’d soaked her thong. Now she was simply a dripping mess that needed to be filled until her head swam. Her free hand fell to the waistband of your pants, awkwardly fumbling with your belt and pouting with frustration when it refused to cooperate.

Chuckling breathlessly, you carefully shifted your positions until you were on the floor between her knees, meeting her wide-eyed gaze with a grin. Strong hands drifted across pale thighs as you pressed them farther apart, the tips of your fingers slipping beneath her ruined panties. Her arousal was so prominent that you were fairly certain she’d leave a puddle on the couch but it only served to fuel your lust.

Helping her work them over her stilettos, you tucked her thong into your back pocket before diving into your prize, moaning as the first taste hit your tongue. Hands tangled in your hair but you barely noticed, too determined to leave a bigger mess than the one you’d found. Your hands slipped beneath her thighs, encouraging them to fall over your shoulders as you anchored her as close as possible to you.

She writhed against your mouth, quiet begs barely audible over the wet sounds of her arousal. So caught up in the woman on the couch – relishing the tensing of her muscles as you worked her closer the edge of bliss –, you never realized the curtain behind you had opened until a soft, stunned, “oh,” echoed through the space.

You tried pulling away to look at the newcomers but the frantic hook of a leg around your neck kept you trapped.

“Don’t you dare stop,” Natasha hissed, whining as the feeling pooling in her belly grew white hot. “Please, I’m…”

A few strong, pointed licks left the woman coming undone and a few quick ones after left her boneless on the awful red faux leather the club pretended was real. Leaning back, you wiped the need from your face before glancing over your shoulder at the women lingering near the curtain. Wanda’s hand was tucked under her own thong, fingers playing with velvety skin you’d traced quite a few times since meeting her while the flushed brunette beside her couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight before her.

“Naughty girl,” you growled, gesturing for Wanda to stand before you. “Starting before I tell you to.”

Gasping when still-wet lips skirted over her trembling stomach, Wanda’s eyes fell closed involuntarily. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“You should be, pretty girl.” Sharp teeth dragged across her faint abdominal line and she whimpered, moaning loudly as your tongue slid along the faint indent. “Introduce me to your friend.”

Head lolling slightly, bleary eyes fell to the brunette. “That’s Maria. She’s wanted to meet you for a while.”

“I…”

Peering at her curiously, studying the hesitant sway of her body, you waved her over with a gentle smile. “You can come closer. I promise I don’t bite… hard. Unless you ask.”

Her saunter was just as confident as your occasional lovers’ but she was wary. Of you or of the situation, you couldn’t be certain but you would never push if it wasn’t wanted.

Rising up from your knees, you offered her a hand and pressed a kiss to the back of hers when she accepted. “I’m (Y/N). And despite the uh… moment you walked in on, nothing happens unless you want it.”

“Wanda told me and I couldn’t resist the offer,” Maria admitted shyly, looking at the women she considered her friends. “I’ve just never really done something like this with a patron. I… usually keep to the cleaner side of the business.”

“Well, if you want, you’re welcome to watch and join whenever you’d like, if you decide you want to. I pay quite a bit for the time you spend keeping me company.” You winked, hoping to lessen the tension in her shoulders.

She gave a genuine – albeit tentative – smile and you took that as a victory. Turning your attention to Wanda, you focused upon the faux-innocent looking redhead.

Stalking over to her, you tangled a hand in her locks before smashing your mouths together in a hungry embrace, ignoring the slight clash of teeth as you explored every inch. Your other hand was clasped tight around her throat, keeping her pliant in your grasp as you wedged a knee between her legs. The torturous part of you almost stopped her from grinding against it but you decided to be nice…

For now.

Releasing her throat reluctantly, skilled digits made quick work of Wanda’s bra and stared at the glorious sight. Chest reddened with desire, her nipples were harder than diamonds despite the overly warm air of the club. Leaning down to capture one in your teeth, your hand fondled the other expertly, plucking and twisting in a way that left Wanda panting.

“Such a good girl,” you purred, feeling her breath stutter in her chest. Your tongue curled around the sensitive peak, soothing the swollen flesh slightly. You could truthfully play with her breasts for hours, but the heat radiating from the core sliding desperately over your clothed thigh kept you from being too much of a tease.

Hearing the creak of the leather, you looked at the couch before gripping Wanda’s chin, forcing her to watch with hooded eyes at the lovely view. Natasha was suckling on the space behind their friend’s closest ear, deft fingers sliding beneath the fabric of her thong. Maria’s blue eyes were glazed over and blown with lust but she hadn’t once taken her eyes off you and the depraved, begging stripper bucking against you like she’d gone into the wildest heat of her life.

The restraint in your chest snapped and Wanda found herself crashing onto the couch beside Maria, pinned between the cool material and your towering form before she could register the sudden change. Her hands fumbled with your belt, tossing it aside as you discarded the white shirt onto the dusty floor.

Oh well.

Unbuttoning your pants, Wanda’s gaze grew dark at the sight of your strap. Her hand wrapped around the smooth silicon, stroking it playfully as her teeth clamped down roughly on her lip.

“What I’d give to feel that,” you groaned, watching the lazy strokes with stuttered breath.

Shimmying out of her equally ruined thong, Wanda passed it to you knowingly, a teasing glint in her eyes. You would often tuck them into your back pocket, sometimes remembering to return them after your “dance” was over but oftentimes forgetting to give them back until the next time you saw them, handing the cleaned fabrics back sheepishly.

Shrugging, you slipped it into the pocket that held Natasha’s soaked panties before lining up with her dripping core. The angle was awkward but you managed to slip inside with ease, relishing Wanda’s whines of desire. Manicured nails dug painfully into your biceps as she adjusted to the stretch but the curl of her leg around your hip encouraged a slow thrust, heel biting into your spine. You could hear every drag of your cock, the noises only serving to spur you on.

A breathy gasp from Maria caught your attention and you peered over at the women beside you. Her hips were rocking frantically under Natasha’s ministrations, two pairs of eyes watching the scene before them as Natasha brought Maria to the edge of oblivion. You leaned towards them slightly, chuckling at Wanda’s appreciative moan at the new angle, and brushed your lips over Maria’s provocatively when she crossed the distance, swallowing the whimper of pleasure that escaped as her orgasm washed over her.

She tasted just as heavenly as the women you’d grown to care about and it stole a sigh from your lungs.

Wanda’s pleas brought you back to the task at hand and your thrusts became steadily deeper while you coaxed Maria through the waves rippling through her trembling body, a hand falling over Natasha’s atop Maria’s thong as the redhead slowed.

Pulling away, the urge to hear Wanda come undone was overwhelming and you focused entirely on the woman clinging to you, the dingy lights of the club doing little to stunt her beauty. For a moment, you wondered what it’d be like to have these women in your bed every night, to bring them to special events so you could show off them off like the wondrous treasures they truly were, to actually be happy…

The idea brought tears to your eyes but you blinked them away, dropping a hand to Wanda’s clit as you expertly circled the swollen, throbbing flesh. Her matching thrusts stuttered at the sudden intrusion, her moan filling the curtained area as she rushed headfirst into the void.

And a clamp of your hand around her throat shoved her past the void and into a white-hot fire that left every single nerve in her body ablaze as she choked back a scream that surely would’ve brought Bucky running into the room. She quaked beneath you, eyes rolled back in her head as she rode through the first and immediately into her second orgasm.

Barely managing to keep yourself upright, you whispered sweet praises to the younger redhead as she slowly regained her bearings, shuddering at the endless tingles pulsating through her body. Untangling herself from you, she dropped exhaustedly against the couch with a sluggish grin.

“Whoa.”

The strippers giggled at Wanda’s righteous assessment before everything fell quiet.

The silence lingering over the room was comfortable, no one wanting to ruin the stillness (if you ignored the muffled music of the club and the chatter of strippers with their clients). Carefully extracting yourself from Wanda, you managed to wiggle into the space between her and Maria and closed your eyes contentedly. A waft of soft spices met your nose as Wanda’s head landed on your shoulder, her limp hand tossed over your lap and stroking along the soaked silicon absently.

“I hope you planned to pay for a night’s worth of dances,” Natasha announced from her spot on Maria’s other side, a devious expression enveloping her features as you lazily looked around the brunette. “You still have two other women to do that,” she pointed jokingly at Wanda, “to.”

Mouth going dry, you nodded thoughtlessly as you found yourself with a lapful of smirking Russian. You supposed it was a good thing you’d brought more cash than anyone should ever possibly be carrying in a place like this – but fuck…

So worth it.

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queen-of-the-avengers · 10 months

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Captain Marvel: Part Two

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: For the sake of this rewrite, Howard and Maria Stark dies on December 16, 1997 instead of 1991. Tony is 23 when they die.

With him out of the way, Yondu was able to accept deals on the down low where he can keep one hundred percent of the profits. One of those deals was made with Ego, a Celestial, who hired him to kidnap a young boy from Earth and bring him to him.

"You're really going through with this?" you ask Yondu when his ship docks by Earth.

"He offered us a lot of credits for this."

"He's a young boy who has a family. You can't just kidnap him."

"Watch me."

"Yondu!"

Yondu walks away from you, ending the conversation. You want nothing to do with this so you stay where you are. When Peter Quill is brought aboard, he immediately goes into hiding. He's small enough to fit into the crevices that anyone else can't fit into. You can if you use your powers, but you don't want to scare him even more than he already is.

"Where did he go?" Yondu asks and walks into the main room.

"He ran in there," you point to a nearby empty bedroom, "because you scared the shit out of him. He's scared out of his mind. Are you really going to bring him to Ego?"

"Hell no. I saw the kid. He's small. He's great for thieving."

"You know, for someone who was sold into slavery and was forced to do things he didn't want to do, you're very willing to pass that onto someone else," you glare.

"Y/N, come on, don't tell me he won't be a good fit for the team."

"I can turn into a small person who can get into small places. You didn't need to kidnap him."

"Get him to come out. Then we'll talk."

Yondu walks away, leaving you to do the dirty work. You sigh and walk into the bedroom where Peter is hiding somewhere.

"Peter? Are you in here?" you ask. There is a small noise coming from underneath the bed, and you sit down with your back against it. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm sorry about the way this all happened but I can promise you that nothing bad will happen to you."

"What's your name?" Peter asks in a small voice.

"Y/N. You know, I was just like you. I was taken from my home, in a way. I know you're scared, but if you come out from under the bed, I promise to make this as easy as possible for you."

You place your left hand on the floor and seconds later, a tiny hand is placed on top of yours. Having Peter on your side makes life with the Ravagers a lot more fun because you get to take care of such a loveable young boy. He reminds you of you when you were his age. He's bright, smart, curious, and he loves to pull pranks on the other Ravagers. Most of them don't like him and often try to scare him, but you're quick to ease his fears.

The first mission Yondu sent Peter on was with you, and it was to steal something of high value and importance. Some big CEO moguls had it locked up somewhere safe, but never from you. The only thing is that they had it located in a small room that only Peter could fit into. Yes, you could use your powers to go in there yourself, but you needed to be on watch just in case someone came. You could at least use your powers for that.

"Peter, did you get it?" you whisper into the small vent.

"Almost. You're not leaving me, right?"

"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. You're doing really good."

Peter is able to grab the item, but he set off the alarm while doing so. He wiggles his way out and hands you the item.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," he says as his bottom lips jut out.

"Don't worry about it. We gotta go. Climb on."

Peter jumps into your arms and you take off run ing down the hall to the planned exit route. With your air powers, you're able to fly over to the meeting point instead of running, so you find the nearest window and jump out of it. Security and other officials are already on the scene, but you're already gone.

You fly over to the meeting point where two ravagers are waiting to confirm if you have the package or not. When they confirm, all four of you are beamed back into the ship. Yondu is waiting there with a scowl on his face. All eyes point to Peter since word got out that the alarm was tripped.

You've never tripped the alarm, so they assume Peter did it since he's so new.

"What the hell did you do back there? You tripped the alarm! I oughta smack the shit out of you."

Peter runs behind your legs when Yondu takes a step toward him, and you put your hands up to stop him.

"No, it was me. I set the alarm off." Yondu stops and looks at you unconvincingly. "He was perfect the whole time. It was my fault. Go ahead. Smack the shit out of me."

"You're lucky you didn't get caught."

Yondu motions for his men to back away, and everyone goes their separate ways. Peter walks in front of you with tears in his eyes and a wobbly bottom lip.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you in trouble."

"No, you didn't." You get on your knees and wipe his tears. "Listen to me. I know Yondu. He's all talk. You did so well. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you."

"Go get cleaned up. I'll be right in to tell you a bedtime story."

"Okay."

Peter may be too old for bedtime stories, but when he was kidnapped, he became younger than he actually is. It's your job to take care of him in every way he needs it, including telling awesome bedtime stories. Even after a few years with the Ravagers, he still requested bedtime stories before he went to sleep.

By the time he was fourteen, he knew the ins and outs of thieving pretty well. The only thing that sucked was fighting, which he was never good at. You tried keeping Yondu from beating him into shape but failed a few times over the years. Still, Peter was like your little brother who you loved and care for, it just never occurred to you that you'd have to leave him one day.

Yours and Yondu's past caught up with you when the Kree finally found out where you were hiding. The Space Stone inside your blood made it easier to track you. If Ronan gets onto this ship, then everyone in it will die. If you want your second family to live, then you have to divert Ronan away from them.

It's you who he really wants.

Yondu is preparing his men for a fight that won't come because you're going to leave this ship so that they can get away.

"There's no need to prepare for a fight, Yondu. I'll take care of Ronan. I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you."

"Shut up. You're not going out there."

"Yondu, it's me who he really wants. He wants what's inside my blood. If I hand myself over to him, you guys can escape."

"No, I can't let you do that," Yondu chokes out.

"You're not letting me. Look, you saved me from the Kree forty years ago, now it's my turn to save you. I'm doing this for you and Peter. Take care of him, please. Stop terrifying the boy and threatening to eat him. He actually believes you're serious."

Yondu pulls you into a tight hug but a small voice interrupts you.

"You're leaving?"

You pull away from Yondu and turn to face Peter who has tears in his eyes.

"Yeah, I have to go. Some bad people are coming, and I can divert them so you can get to safety."

"No, don't go!" he cries and runs into your arms.

"Peter," you sigh sadly and kiss the top of his head. "Listen to me, Peter. You've got great potential here. Don't let Yondu or the rest freak you out because you do what you think is right. It's what I taught you to do. Do that, and you're going to be alright. You don't need me."

"Of course, I need you. You're my big sister," he cries.

"I love you so much, but I really have to go. I promise, Peter, I will come back for you. I will find my way back to you." Yondu knows you have to go so he pulls Peter away from you, and that's when the kicking and screaming starts. "Peter, please, be good for them."

"No, don't go! Y/N!!"

Seeing you go reminds him of his mother leaving him when he was eight, and he's not going down without a fight. You pull your space suit on and step into the chamber that has doors on either side of you. You close the one between you and the other Ravagers, and you look through the window back at your second family.

"I love you all," you say before turning away from them.

Even as you're stepping off the platform into space, you can hear Peter scream and cry for you. As soon as you present yourself in front of Ronan's ship, the Ravager's ship takes off immediately. Ronan lets him go because he knows he's got you now. While you're getting beamed up, you prepare yourself to face Ronan after twenty years of evading him, however, he's not there when you're faced with the Kree.

"Where's Ronan?" you get straight to the point.

"He's not here at the moment. We've been looking for you for a long time. Isn't that right, Vers?"

A tall blonde woman wearing a greet suit walks next to the man who's talking to you, and she holds up her fists as if she's going to fight you.

"That's right."

Her fists start glowing bright orange from an unknown power within her. You sense the threat she has on you, even before she tries to use her powers on you. She sends a blast of matter at you, but you block it with your own powers--fire. Both powers meet in the middle to create a ball of unimaginable power. The ball keeps getting bigger and bigger until it got too big to contain the power.

It explodes, sending you, Vers, and every Kree back several feet. The lights above you short out and crackle. Vers and the man you're talking to get up and walk over to you who is still lying on the ground.

"I see great use in her."

"Take her to the others. I'll decide what we're going to do with her."

The other Kree soldiers place handcuffs on you and force you to your feet. If you fight, they might go after the Ravagers to get you to comply, so for right now, you'll do as they say. Yon-Rogg, the leader who spoke to you, separates himself from the group and heads into the room where others are allowed to connect and talk to the Supreme Intelligence.

"Yon-Rogg," the Supreme Intelligence says once connected.

"Supreme Intelligence. I found Y/N, the one who possesses the power of the energy core, the same kind that Vers has."

"Very good job. Extract it from her."

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"We need the energy core, and if her power is truly from it, then she might be able to help locate it. She won't be able to resist. Let me train her. I'll make sure she is ready for battle."

"Train her and Vers? Are you sure you can handle it?"

"Yes, I can. Don't worry, I will turn Y/N into the best weapon the Kree has ever seen. I got a taste of it earlier. I see great use for her."

"Good. Make her feel welcome. I'm afraid she might try and leave, and we cannot, under no circumstances, let that happen."

Yon-Rogg understood his orders from the Supreme Intelligence, but he did not listen to them one bit. Vers is powerful, and it seems like she's the only match for you. It makes sense to put you two together to train, but she absolutely hates you. Every chance she gets, she's making sure she can either hurt you or exhaust you to the point where you can't fight back.

Vers sends a photon blast at you, giving you barely enough time to duck her attack. She runs at you while you're distracted and tackles you to the ground. She rears her fist back and punches at you, but you swerve your head to the left, just barely missing her punch.

"If I knew any better, I'd say you're actually trying to kill me," you pant.

"I'm just trying to make it as realistic as possible."

"So am I."

You kick her in the stomach and use your air powers to send her flying all the way across the room. You can't figure out why she hates you when you did nothing to her since you got here. Maybe it's Yon-Rogg telling her to hate you, but you don't believe she's formed her opinion of you just yet.

Regardless of what Yon-Rogg's intentions are, he still keeps pairing you two up for missions. It's as if he's waiting for something to happen between the two of you that will never come. The more you work with Vers, the less you like her. She's conceited, cocky, arrogant, and thinks she's some princess who always gets what she wants.

It's so fucking annoying.

"Mission report?" Yon-Rogg asks when you and Vers come back from a mission.

"Everything went according to plan. There was a small hiccup, but I was able to grab the weapon you seek. It wasn't easy getting in there, but I managed."

You can't help but gasp at her words. She knows damn well you went inside that room and got the weapon while she just stayed outside on watch. She smirks knowing you're upset but you don't say a word about it to Yon-Rogg.

Fine, if she wants to play it that way, then so be it.

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caroldantops · 1 year

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Not to romanticize the military lmfao but Air Force Carol Danvers hits differenttttt. Like I could fr watch a whole movie of just her flying planes. No superhero stuff. Just Carol in her sexy Air Force outfit and vibes. The blue collar vibes are immaculate like I highly respect ceo Carol headcanons ofc bc rich women are hot yes but I’m a slut for blue collar workers idc and Carol Danvers is THAT. Or even firefighter Carol god fuck

top gun but it’s carol

(i have never seen any top gun movie i don’t know what it’s about)

#as someone who lives in a deeply military area even thinking abt the uniforms gives me the ick #but I’ll allow it for her💞

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themculibrary · 1 year

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Protective Tony Stark Masterlist

A Dance for You (ao3) - MandalorianDragonTrainer pepper/tony G, 553

Summary: Sometimes it's rough when your girl's CEO.

Casualty of war (ao3) - wolfypuppypiles M, 22k

Summary: Peter got knocked down in Civil War, but when Tony went to check on the baby Avenger, he realized he was more badly hurt than first realized.

There wasn't meant to be any casualties, but there always is in war.

Close Enough (ao3) - ABrighterDarkness steve/tony T, 4k

Summary: Tony was just a beta. What did he know?

Which was funny in its own way because what Tony knew was Steve.

Don't You Forget About Me (ao3) - FerretShark pepper/tony G, 13k

Summary: “Just throw it one more time.” Sam calls again to Steve. Falcon is hovering up near the ceiling. “One more time, man!”

Steve throws it, but’s too high and a little too fast, clipping Falcon’s wing and ricocheting back. Towards Tony and Rhodes.

“Tony!” Peter screams, throwing a web that catches the edge of the disc, but it’s already too late. His web stretches, elastic against the force of the moving shield.

Elevator Freeway (ao3) - awesomesockes, whumphoarder T, 1k

Summary: Delirious and bleeding out from a gunshot wound, Peter struggles to describe his location to a very worried Tony.

From The Ashes, We Rise Like The Phoenix (ao3) - SpiderWidowFam88 T, 110k

Summary: *Tony Dusted instead of Peter*

Peter spent three weeks on that ship, the only thing he has to occupy him is the really old music, paper football, and the ever expanding expanse of space. Peter is pretty sure he’s gonna die up there before they even get close to Earth. So with his final moments he records his final words and goes to sleep, even though he knows he might never open his eyes again.

Carol Danvers shows up 30 minutes later…

Fuhgeddaboudit (ao3) - SpideyFics T, 8k

Summary: A teenager and a man wake up in a cell with injuries, no personal memories, and no apparent means of escape.

Peter’s Field Trip To Stark Tower (ao3) - ScxrletWidowXx G, 4k

Summary: Peter Parker’s class is going on a school trip! Can you guess where?

— Basically, the Avengers are embarrassing Peter and being overprotective because of Flash.

Pieces of Echoes (ao3) - geekymoviemom steve/tony, happy/pepper T, 334k

Summary: When weapons designer and SHIELD consultant Tony Stark and his son are kidnapped following a routine weapons demonstration, newly defrosted World War II hero Steve Rogers is sent to find them.

But what begins as just another mission, a way for Captain America to reintegrate back into society, quickly warps into something more as betrayals are discovered, harsh, long-buried truths are finally brought to light, and Tony and Steve come to realise that their biggest allies are each other.

Protective Tendencies (ao3) - FallenQueen2 G, 2k

Summary: When Ross came to collect the Hulk, both Bruce and the other guy didn't expect the genius that was Tony Stark to protect him. What Ross didn't count on was how protective the 2 scientists were of each other. Post-movie. Bruce is living with Tony.

Public Displays of Affection (ao3) - navaan steve/tony T, 2k

Summary: It's not a good day when AIM and Hydra come for them at the same time... Things get away from them in the heat of the moment.

Publicity Parent (ao3) - Bowtiez G, 36k

Summary: Tony's losing his credit with the public. Pepper's got a plan to fix it.

Enter Peter Parker, eight-year-old orphan from Queens, New York.

Tony has no idea how children work, so why is he so drawn to little Peter Parker?

Safe (ao3) - Zorro_sci bruce/tony T, 3k

Summary: Bruce Banner can't explain it, but from almost the moment he meets Tony Stark he wants to keep him safe, and Tony feels the same way about him.

Shock Therapy (ao3) - S0lstice T, 9k

Summary: When the boy became aware, he was already sitting up and awake. He was assaulted by sound, by taste, by colors and people and movement - too loud, too much. He jerked back from the painful onslaught and tried to grab his head, but his hands were tied down to the arms of the metal chair he was sitting in.

Special Agent Lemming (ao3) - taylor_tut G, 1k

Summary: A birthday request from my tumblr: Clint gets drugged on a mission and ditches medical anyway. When he collapses in front of Tony, panic ensues.

Stuck With You (ao3) - FallenQueen2 G, 1k

Summary: Clint is protective of Tony with good reason after Hammer, when Hawkeye gets in trouble will Ironman come to the rescue?

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #tony stark #protective!tony #protective!tony masterlist #masterlists

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ao3feed-stevebucky · 2 years

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a league of our own

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/yBzEq28

by burning_brighter

Steve's sixteen-year-old son's one and only dream is to play in the Major League. He thinks he has a shot when the team get a new coach, retired MLB legend and Steve's high school crush, Bucky Barnes. Steve hasn't thought of the man in many years, but seeing him brings back many memories that push Steve to reach out to an old friend and maybe make new ones on the way.

What happens when Steve gets to know Bucky properly? What happens when they open up about their darkest secrets and deepest fears? There's really only one thing that can happen.

Words: 4835, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Riley (Captain America movies), Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel), Carol Danvers, Peter Parker, Sarah Rogers (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Riley/Sam Wilson, Rebecca Barnes Proctor/Original Male Character(s), Minor or Background Relationship(s), Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Kid Fic, Alternate Universe - Sports, Baseball, CEO Steve Rogers, baseball player bucky barnes, Coach Bucky Barnes, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Bearded Steve Rogers, Past Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Gay Bucky Barnes, Slow Burn, Falling In Love, First Dates, Secret Relationship, famous bucky barnes, Single Parent Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson Friendship, Steve Rogers & Rebecca Barnes Friendship, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/yBzEq28

#ao3feed #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stevebucky #stucky #steve/bucky #stevexbucky #fanfic

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rodadecuia · 11 months

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#MENORBILHETERIA #THEMARVELS

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riveramorylunar · 1 year

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Cherry 🍒

I've picked variant Marvel characters haha

College Student! Wanda

Biker! Natasha

CEO! Carol Danvers

F: CEO Carol Danvers

M: Biker Natasha (good lord she sounds hot 😵‍💫)

K: College Student! Wanda (sorry)

#river chats with yelenasdiary

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ao3feed-the100 · 1 year

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Office side stories-side story 1-Better stay quiet, baby

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/g2EUzcA

by valpolyto

Office AU fic side story. Takes place early on in Clarke Griffin's relationship with her sixteen CEO lovers. Clarke suggests a game with her lovers, and part of it involves her staying quiet during a meeting. But well, her lovers know exactly how to please Clarke, and predictably, Clarke can't stay quite long.

Words: 1492, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Office side stories

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Jessica Jones (TV), The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Hela (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Jessica Jones, Thor (Marvel), Maria Hill, Tony Stark, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts, Carol Danvers, Laura Barton

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Pietro Maximoff, Clarke Griffin/Hela (Marvel), Clarke Griffin/Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Jessica Jones (Marvel), Clarke Griffin/Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton/Clarke Griffin, Laura Barton/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Tony Stark, Clarke Griffin/Pepper Potts, Clarke Griffin/Thor (Marvel), Clarke Griffin/Maria Hill, Clarke Griffin/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Gangbang, Clarke Griffin Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Mommy Issues, Mommy Kink, Doggy Style, Strap-Ons, Condoms, Safewords, Dom/sub, Office Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Past Rape/Non-con, Past Child Abuse, Child Abandonment, Humiliation

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/g2EUzcA

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the 100 #the 100 fic

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wndrcarol · 3 years

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daddy’s favorite | ceo!c.d. pt. 6

Daddy’s Favorite Masterlist

summary: working for your fathers company has its perks. But one of those perks is being able to gain connections.

a/n: more smut! Yes! Also I want to say thank you guys for all the love on this series! It warms my heart to know how much you guys are enjoying it so far and I- just thank y’all <3

pairings: Carol Danvers x F!Stark!Reader

au: CEO

other characters in chap.: Tony Stark, Sam Wilson + Natasha Romanoff (mentioned)

warnings: fingering, thigh riding, oral (carol giving, r receiving) dom!carol, sub!r, does contain smut so be mindful and 18+ please!

happy reading! x

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After that night, you felt as though things were definitely heightened between you and Carol. It definitely wasn’t a business relationship anymore and that night wasn’t just going to become a one time thing.

You and Carol had begun to sneak around more, during the days and even nights. You’d skip out on meeting with your dad for dinner, using excuses like you had already made plans with a friend or you felt sick that night. Tony had begun to question why you were cancelling so much but didn’t want to think too much of it, having business consumed his mind with a heightened work season.

On the other hand, Sam had begun to watch Carols moves closely. He kept in close contact with Natasha, making sure she was in on it too because she didn’t want to see you roped into anything bad either and she wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to help out a friend.

Walking into your fathers office, you placed down the small stack of files on his desk before you looked up at him. “Here’s all the recent account you asked for, organized in months” you smiled at him as he just watched you, staying silent. You recognized the look but you dismissed it before continuing.

“Okay, I’m gonna take lunch now so if you need me just-“

“What have you been doing?” Tony asked you abruptly, cutting you off. You looked at him stunned before composing yourself and clearing your throat.

“W-What do you mean?” You stuttered out, mentally cursing at yourself. Tony looked down before getting out of his chair and making his way to stand infront of you.

“You’ve been acting sneaky” he said, crossing his arms over his chest and you felt small. You felt like a little girl again infront of a disappointed father. The pit in your stomach grew as all the guilt began to swirl inside. You wanted to tell him, say you were at least seeing someone so he would get off your case but you couldn’t bring yourself to, knowing he’d just want to snoop on who you were seeing.

“I know you’re seeing someone” Tony said, almost as if reading your thoughts. You looked at him with a shocked expression before he chuckled, leaning forward and grabbing your arms.

“I don’t care who you’re seeing. Just don’t act so sneaky and be safe, okay?” He finished, placing a kiss on your forehead before going back around his desk and sitting down.

“Now go get lunch before I make you bring me more files” Tony said, looking up at you, stuck in place before you nodded and rushing out of the room with a shaky breath.

Going to the elevator, your phone pinged as Carol sent you a message. You couldn’t help but smile at the text popping up while still feeling the sense of guilt swirl in your stomach.

C: Dinner tonight? Somewhere nicer than my office x

You chuckled softly, you stepped onto the elevator replying to her text with a ‘yes’ before putting your phone away and watching the numbers blink as the elevator descended.

It stopped on a few floors before and Sam stepped on giving you a warm smile. “Hey, (Y/N)” he said as he pulled you in for a side hug. Hugging him back, you both stood in comfortable silence.

“So” Sam started as you turned to him. “Any plans tonight?” He asked, looking at you as you smiled at him.

“Yep, got a date” you said looking back towards the doors in front of you as Sam felt his stomach drop softly, knowing exactly who it was. He wanted to tell you what Natasha had told him, wanting to save you from what you were getting yourself into.

“Hopefully not in the office again” Sam quipped as you gasped lightly, smacking his arm as he laughed out.

“Sam!” You said, letting out a small laugh as he looked at you, still slightly laughing. “I’ll have you know it won’t be in the office, thank you” you said before looking back towards the numbers seeing you were close to the ground floor.

“Hmm” Sam hummed, a smile still on his face before he got serious. “Just be careful” he said as you turned to him quickly with a confused look but the doors opened, signaling you to step out.

Waving at him, you walked away, his comment still swirling in your mind. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that you should take his advice.

To your surprise, Carol took you out to a local restaurant, living up to her promise of it not being in an office. It was nice to have dinner with her and get to conversation without having it to quickly escaped to having your hands all over each other.

Carol told you more about where she was from, her family and even touching on her accident she had, as you listened, taking her hand in yours and squeezing it softly whenever she’d speak about the accident. Carol admired that about you. You were a good listener as she expressed her background and for some reason it only made her fall a bit harder for you.

After dinner, Carol offered to take you to her apartment and you agreed, both a mix of nervousness and excitement swirled in you. It was walking distance from the restaurant so you had decided to walk, your arm looked through hers as you both talked abut the smallest things from music to places you’d like to visit.

One you reached her building, you followed Carol up and watched her give you a small smile as she unlocked the door. Immediately looking around, a small smile tugged to your face as Carol took off her jacket and began turning on the lights.

Carol’s house suited her. It simple, no bright colors or anything and it felt comfortable. There were some picture lined on a bookcase as you stepped closer, examining them. They were of her and another woman with a child as they were all smiling.

Carol didn’t have any personal things in her office that you could recall. She looked so happy in the photo, her smile was bright and you couldn’t help but find yourself smiling at the photo. You felt Carol move behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist as she laid her chin on your shoulder.

“That’s Maria and her daughter, Monica” she said as your fingers left the photograph you didn’t know you were touching.

“I’ve known them for a long time” Carol said softly as you hummed at her.

“Monica is adorable” you said, turning around in her arms and wrapping your arms around her neck as Carol hummed back at you before pecking your lips softly.

“She seems like the sweetest thing but don’t let her fool you. She’s trouble” Carol chuckled as you let out a soft laugh before she guided you towards the couch. Sitting down, Carol passed you a glass of water as you mumbled a soft thank you.

You both sat in comfortable silence before you reached for her hand, giving it slight squeeze as she looked up at you.

“Thank you for tonight” you said, a smile on your face as she nodded. “It was nice to have a date out the office” you giggled as she chuckled, squeezing your hand back.

“It’s my pleasure. Just thought I’d give you a proper night unlike having pizza in the office” she joked as you chuckled, taking another drink from your water before placing the glass down and turning back towards her.

Carol’s hand came to lay on your cheek, her thumb softly caressing the skin there as you leaned into the touch, your eyes shutting for a quick second.

“So beautiful” Carol spoke softly as she began to lean in. You followed her movements until your lips pressed against hers, letting out a soft, low moan as Carol pushed you back onto the couch softly.

Hovering over you, Carol pulled away looking at you as your hands moved up to her hair and pulled her back down, pressing your lips roughly against hers this time. Soon, Carol’s hands moved up and down your waist, moving to undress you.

Her touch was soft and the feeling only made you moan into the kiss. She pulled away once more as she helped you kick off your pants and shirt, leaning down to your neck and placing soft kisses against your neck as her fingers moved to your thighs, dragging up and down against the skin.

“Carol” you breathed out, as her hand moved between your thighs, tugging your underwear down your legs before hand moved your legs apart. Carol pulled away from your neck and began kissing down your body. Her actions tonight made your head spin. They were complete opposite from how they were the other nights where’d she’d be rough with you, fingers digging into your skin where’d there’d be slight bruises.

“So pretty” Carol hummed against your skin, moving closer between your legs before she inserted two fingers into you, beginning to thrust them slowly. You let out a moan, your hands gripping onto the fabric beneath you, sliding down slightly to get more comfortable.

“Look at you” Carol said, continuing to pump her fingers in and out of you picking up the pace, watching you arch your back off her couch, a string of moans leaving your mouth.

Carol leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your clit, making you whimper as pleasure shot through you. She then began to suck softly against your clit as your hips lifted up slightly into her mouth. Carol’s free hand moved to push you back onto the couch.

Your head felt fuzzy again, the pleasure shooting through you made you feel helpless as you felt the familiar knot come back. You felt a bit embarrassed as to how quick you were building up but you were too much in a daze to focus on that.

“So easy to unravel for me, hmm? Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well” she said, humming against you, sucking lightly as you felt the knot begin to get tighter.

“Carol-“ you said before you felt her fingers slip out of you, making your whimper and look at her. She moved her hands to your hips, helping to lift you off your back as she moved to sit up.

“Come on” she said, patting her thigh. Whimpering at the thought, you moved over, straddling her thigh as you lowered down, moaning out to the new friction. You could feel the fabric of her pants begin to become soaked as you sat there.

“Finish yourself off, pretty girl” Carol said, placing her hands on your hips and squeezing lightly. “Let me see you ride my thigh”

Moving your hips forward and back, your head tilting back as a moan left your lips. Carol watched you in awe, the sight making shivers run through her body. It was so erotic but so beautiful seeing you like this.

You gripping onto Carol’s shoulders as you moved quicker, the knot in your stomach getting tighter as Carol squeezed your hip, helping you to grind down onto her thigh.

“That’s my girl” she said, taking a hand from your hip and tilting your head up to look at her before she pressed her lips softly against yours.

As you ground down again, you pulled away and let out a gasp followed by a moan as your orgasm washed over you. Carol’s hand continued to guide your body slowly on her thigh as you let out a string of moans and whimpers, your body slightly shaking.

You looked at Carol who watched with a smile on her face before she kissed you once more. Your hands moved up to entangle in her hair before she pulled away. “Let’s take this elsewhere”

You stirred in your sleep, turning over to see Carol’s side of the bed empty. You tugged the blanket over your naked body as you heard Carol’s voice outside the door. Slowly, you got up, grabbing the blanket with you as you covered yourself, getting closer to the door until you heard Carol’s voice better.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it handled. Leave it to me” Carol said before hanging up. Carol walked back into the room and saw you standing there. She quickly gasped before letting out a breath as you looked at her confused.

“Everything alright?” You asked, wrapping the blanket you tighter as you felt chills run through you from the cold air. Carol gave you soft smile, a nodding her head.

“Yeah” she started, moving towards you. “Just business” Carol said, coming up and pulling you in, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You hummed in response as you smiled at her before you both made your way back to the bed. Carol laid behind you, wrapping her arm around you before she drifted back into sleep.

But you couldn’t fall back to sleep. Sam’s words swirled in your mind again. You knew you were going head first into something and you couldn’t help but be scared by what was going to happen.

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