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brooooswriting · 3 months

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Hello, I love your writing so much!

Can I request this prompt with Brie, pretty please?

"Don't go on that date."

"Why?"

"You know why."

"Say it."

Where Brie and R are friends but R is in love with her. Maybe a little angst with a happy ending?

No pressure if you don't feel like it. Thank you 💜

I love this request

“Please, Brie, I promise she's so sweet and nice. Plus, she's hot. You'll like her,” Lizzie tried to convince her as she sat across from her. She and Scarlett had gotten her a blind date. You sat in the kitchen with Tessa, playing some card game that was long abandoned as you listened to their conversation. Your heart broke when you heard Brie say that she'll go.

But this was your own fault. You had gotten friend-zoned a long time ago, as Brie never took your flirting for real. You had flirted too much with too many people in front of her. However, she was the only one who never noticed how different your flirting was when it was with her.

You were so much more truthful, and you always complimented her. It wasn't hard to realize that you were in love with her. They all knew; Scar, Lizzie, Tessa, Robert, and even Chris. At this point, you were sure she knew, too, but she didn't feel the same, so she acted like she didn't know.

Lizzie felt terrible for you, but it was no use. No matter how much she pushed you, you never made a move, and she also didn't wanna see Brie so lonely. So, once she met this girl she immediately thought of her blonde friend.

“Y/n, Tessa. Get over here so we can finally watch a movie,” Scarlett called out once she had decided which movie to watch. With a sigh, you both stood up and made your way to the couch. Unsurprisingly, you had the seat next to Brie, the worst thing that could have happened to you at that moment. She smiled up at you, making your heart beat faster.

“Hey, lovely,” you said with a smile as you sat down. It wasn't unusual for you to call her pet names like that. Another thing that was different from your normal flirting was that you never once called somebody lovely or darling. But it didn't matter now. If Lizzie’s Girl was really that perfect for the blonde, it was over for you.

You had been so in your thoughts that you missed the whole movie. It was impossible to recall even one scene. During the film, the actress decided to cuddle into you, making it even harder to concentrate as you imagined a life where this was normal. “So, how'd you like the film?” she asked once the post-credits rolled, but you only stared at her. “Y/n?” she called out again, making you flinch a bit before focusing on what she said.

“Sorry, what did you say?” you asked once you had collected your thoughts.

“What's wrong?” brie suddenly asked, using her hand to cup your face. At this moment, you realize that you couldn't do this. It was too much, and so you did the only thing you knew how to do. You left.

“I'm sorry, I gotta go. Thanks for hosting Scarlett. Bye, guys.” You rushed the words out as you stood up. Disappearing before anyone could stop you.

Nobody had heard from you in two days, and you hadn't planned on talking to anyone for the next couple of weeks. Today was Bries' blind date, which meant that for the next week or so, everybody was going to talk about it. That was something that you could go without. The only texts you read were the ones from your home screen. Several pictures of the blonde trying on different outfits for tonight. Gosh, how you hated this. There were texts from the other three, hyping her up and telling her which one looked the best.

‘I’d rather stay home in a hoodie and sweatpants, ’ the newest text from Brie read, and again, you looked at the picture. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw that she was wearing your hoodie, the one from high school with your name on the back.

Ten minutes later, you stood in front of Brie’s house. As is trying to remake a disgustingly cheesy movie, it had started pouring halfway to the blonde's house. You looked so out of place, you were wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, and your hair was in a messy bun. For a moment you considered walking back to your apartment, leaving Brie to get with someone else. But now you were here and you had to at least try.

So, like any sane person would, you hammered on the door until she opened it. The second the door was open, you interrupted her. “Don't go on that date,” you got out between rattling teeth, the coldness, and the rain getting to you.

She looked at you for a second. “Why?” her face was stoic, not showing any emotion, making this a living hell for you.

“You know why” you answered, looking at her still wearing your hoodie.

“Say it” Her voice was desperate and her eyes pled you to say something. Anything that she could hold on to.

You mumbled an unsure ‘Brie,’ making her shake her head and take a step back to close the door. “Because I love you, and I have for years. Because I have been flirting with you since forever, and you flirted back, and if you didn't just flirt to play, then that means that you like me too.”

It was silent for a moment as Brie leaned against the door. “You flirt with everyone y/n. That's just your personality.”

“No, it's different with you. Don't you get that? I'm not flirting with you; I'm complimenting you. I'm giving you my heart,” you argued back. Then again, silence followed as both of you were unsure what to say. “One kiss,” you suddenly blurted out. Making yours and Brie’s eyes go wide.

“What?”

“One kiss. If you want me to leave after that, then I will. But please, you have to give me this chance. I know that I came at a shitty time, but I couldn't watch you go out with somebody else. Not again. Not after everybody treated you like so much less than you actually are. If this is-” Before you could finish your monologue, Brie surged forward and pressed her lips to yours. Her hands clasped the back of your neck while yours landed on her waist to pull her closer.

Your heart soared when she suddenly pulled away, her movement hectic, making you flinch. “B-Brie?” you called out quietly and unsure as she looked around frantic.

“My phone, I- I gotta call Lizzie. She has to cancel the date.” She said, walking inside to get her phone, leaving you in front of the door. You were unsure if she wanted you to come inside or not, so you just stood in front of the door. Cuddling Six thirty when he walked by for a moment. “Are you coming?” she called out for you, making you hurry inside and close the door.

“I know, Lizzie, I'm sorry, but,” she looked at you for a moment, trying to figure out what to say. “Y/n is here, and” she was interrupted by Elizabeth rather quickly then.

“I'll tell her. Bye. Have fun. But not too much fun,” and then she already hung up. She discarded her phone on the counter going back to you.

“Sooo, now what?” the blonde asked when she sat next to you on the couch. Out of habit, she scooched closer to you while you wrapped your arm around her.

“How about Star Wars and some hot dogs?” you received a kiss as an answer before she laid her head on your shoulder.

Sometimes, it was worth taking the risk.

#reader insert #brooooswriting #carol danvers x female reader #carol danvers x reader #brie larson x reader #brie Larson x you

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oizysian · 2 months

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VI. LIAR

All Eyes on Me masterlist

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Brie was in the process of taking off her pants when there was a knock at the door. Hurriedly, knowing it was her, I answered it, my smile faltering at the look on her face.

"Y/N -" she began before stopping abruptly at the sight of Brie taking her clothes off behind me. "U-um, am I interrupting something?"

My brow furrowed in confusion before I remembered Brie and turned to look at her, now standing before us in just her underwear.

"N-no! We're gonna go swimming, remember?"

She nodded slowly, looking from Brie to me.

"Right. Listen, I'm so sorry about those articles. I should've known this would happen."

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not - articles? Plural, with an 's'?" I hadn't realized there had been multiple articles about her featuring me.

"Yes, but it seems as though most of them are innocent enough. I'm sure you don't want rumors going around that you're a homewrecker." She joked lightly and I smiled at her, shaking my head.

"No, not really. Not this early in my career, at least." I joked back and she laughed.

We momentarily forgot about Brie, only the two of us standing in the room, our giggles the only sound to be heard. Until Brie cleared her throat.

"We still swimmin'?" She asked, smiling brightly when I nodded.

"Care to join us?"

"I ... didn't bring my suit."

"That's okay. Neither of us have suits either. And the pool downstairs is private so only we'll be in there."

She looked into my eyes, searching for something unknown and then gave me a small nod.

"Okay, sure, why not."

I smiled, pulling her inside and shutting the door so we could finish removing our clothes.

Brie was already ready, having stripped when Elizabeth came in. I shyly took off my joggers, leaving me in my boy shorts and socks, and then peeled my shirt off, tossing it on the bed. I breathed nervously as I took off my socks, noticing that both Elizabeth and Brie were watching me.

I looked up at Lizzie and she shook herself out of her stupor, quickly removing her clothing as well.

I was staring. I knew I was. Before Lizzie could notice, I got hit in the face with a towel, causing me to grunt and fall back on the bed.

"Wipe up your drool, loser, or we'll be able to swim right here."

My cheeks burned as I took the towel off of my head, watching as Lizzie giggled softly to herself at the situation. At least she wasn't upset by my rudeness.

"Sorry, c'mon."

I wrapped my towel around myself and they did the same, and we left the room, taking only the room key with us.

Brie had really picked a nice hotel. The private pool needed a key to get in, and of course, she had gotten it. It was beautifully lit, with chairs and tables as if it was an outdoor pool. The pool itself was huge and looked quite deep.

I stopped in my tracks as I looked at the clean, blue water, fear creeping down my spine as I thought about my head being dunked under the water.

"Hey, guys, please don't splash me. My head, I mean. My ears - I don't like when they get wet."

"Then how do you shower?" Brie asked smartly and Elizabeth nudged her gently with her elbow.

"Don't worry, Y/N, we won't splash you."

She shot Brie a look before heading over to one of the tables, laying her towel down on a chair and sitting at the edge of the pool, her feet dipping in.

"It's nice and cool!" She exclaimed cheerfully, her feet making small splashes as she kicked in the water.

I smiled to myself, walking over to her and putting my towel down next to hers. I decided to take the steps in; the safest way to keep my head above water. She was right, the water was pleasantly cool and I went in up to my shoulders easily.

I doggie paddled around as Brie did a cannonball in on the deep end, sending ripples of water towards Elizabeth and I.

"Brie! No splashing!" Lizzie scolded her and she rolled her eyes playfully, sending a small wave of water in her direction.

"We can't splash Y/N, that doesn't mean we can't splash you."

Lizzie looked over at me and I smiled weakly at her, shrugging. She slid into the water and splashed Brie back, the two girls having fun attacking each other. I stayed far away, paddling gently as they squealed with laughter. The sight of them made my heart swell; one of my best friends and the woman of my dreams hanging out together. It felt nice.

I swam back towards the steps and sat on them, watching as the two girls caught their breath. Brie dived down into the water and Elizabeth swam over to me, her form much better than mine could ever be.

"Hey." She greeted me shyly and I smiled at her, watching as she approached.

"Hey." I replied, noticing Brie climbing out of the pool to only jump in once again.

"You want a piggyback ride?" She asked softly and I tilted my head at her.

"You're not gonna dunk me, are you?"

She shook her head, turning her back to me so I could grab hold of her. I wrapped my arms around her neck and she linked her arms under my legs as I lifted myself up against her.

She began walking towards the deep end and nervously I wrapped my arms around her tighter, afraid she would put me under the water.

"Don't worry," she whispered, her voice soft and low. "I got you."

Thumpthumpthump. My heart was pounding against my chest at her words.

She only took us so far before turning back and doing it again. Brie was watching us from the other side of the pool and I could practically see the jealous look in her eyes. I should've been hanging out with her too, not just Lizzie.

I began to release her and, almost in a panic, she held onto my legs tighter.

"It's okay," I smiled, not that she could see it. "I'm getting down. I'll be fine."

She let me go and I stood behind her, trying to slow down the rate of my heartbeat as I thought about our closeness.

"Your turn, Brie."

I smiled over at her and she swam over to us, hopping on my back with ease.

"Oof," I groaned as I held onto her, her front pressed tightly against my back. "Easy there, tiger."

"Giddyup!" She yelled playfully, bouncing up and down as I walked us around.

Lizzie gave me a look and I smiled at her, bringing Brie around the shallow end of the pool a few times before she grew bored, heading back to do cannonballs in the deep end.

I swam back over to Lizzie and then stood up straight, offering my back to her.

"Miss Olsen?"

I looked over my shoulder at her, mesmerized by the smile she shot me as she got on my back, wrapping her legs around my waist and draping her arms over my shoulders.

I could feel her relax against me, her chin resting atop my head and her hands dangling in front of me. I took hold of her wrists, as she already had a firm hold on me with her legs, and kept her up as I waded around. She wriggled her wrists out of my grip, a disappointed frown appearing on my face, before she slipped her hands into my own, lacing our fingers together.

I could feel my cheeks burning with nervousness and I wished at that moment I could duck my head under the water so I could hide my face and put out the fire in my cheeks. Friends held hands. Of course they did.

I took her around the shallow end a few times before we heard Brie calling out to us.

"Hey, lovebirds, I'm pruning. You ready to get out?"

Ignoring her words, I tried looking up at Lizzie, but she kept her chin on top of my head.

"No, I wanna keep swimming." She mumbled softly, almost as if she was falling asleep.

"But you're not swimming, I am." I chuckled and she squeezed my hands.

"Just five more minutes."

"Five more minutes, Brie!" I called out to her and she nodded as she began drying herself with a towel.

"You're comfy and the water is nice."

"The water is nice," I mused, taking her around in a circle once more before stopping in front of the steps. "I think this is your stop, Olsen."

She groaned and released her iron grip on me, and I couldn't help but think how I missed the feel of her hands in mine. I watched as she exited the pool, her cute little ass swaying with each step and I snapped myself out of it. She was my friend! I had to stop looking at her like that.

I came out right after her, grabbing my towel and patting myself down. I had a feeling once we got back to the room, I would have a cat fight on my hands over who gets the shower first.

"Let's go, ladies!" Brie called out as she grabbed the keys and started heading out the door.

I shook my head and Lizzie giggled as we followed her out and up, rushing to the room to put some proper clothes on.

"I'll shower first," Brie announced, picking up her discarded clothing and heading towards the bathroom. "I'm sure you two won't mind being alone for a bit."

I sighed, almost unable to believe the bluntness of my friend. I made sure the door was closed behind us and picked up the clothes I tossed on the bed, trying to decide if I wanted to wear the same outfit again or not.

I turned to look at Lizzie and noticed she was standing in the middle of the room, shivering ferociously, the towel not doing much to warm her.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Lizzie." I said as I went over to the air conditioner and shut it off, returning to her and rubbing her arms with my hands.

"I-it's okay." She stuttered, her teeth chattering.

"Do you wanna get changed here? I can wait outside for you to finish up."

She shook her head.

"I'm o-okay."

"Yeah, and I'm the queen of England."

She let out a shuddering laugh and I smiled, my hands still working on her arms.

"Brie should be out soon. A hot shower will fix you right up."

She nodded and after a few moments, Brie walked out, dressed in her clothes from before and drying her hair with a towel.

"Your turn, Liz."

Wordlessly, she walked into the bathroom with her clothing and shut the door behind her.

"You're failing, aren't you?"

"Huh?" I asked dumbly, not knowing what she was talking about.

"You're falling for her."

"Psh, no." I lied. "We're just good friends."

She came up to me, bringing her face close to mine and smiled.

"Liar."

I swallowed roughly as she turned away from me, flopping on the bed and turning on the television.

"Can we order food soon?" She asked as she flipped through the channels. "I'm hungry."

"Again?" I laughed, but was silenced by my own stomach grumbling.

"Yes, again, we were swimming for hours. I'm starving."

Had we been? I honestly lost track of time being with her and Lizzie. Before I could respond to her, the bathroom door opened and out came Lizzie, looking much warmer than before.

"My turn, I guess."

I grabbed my clothes and smiled, leaving the two of them alone. I only hoped Brie didn't say something embarrassing while I was gone.

I was quick to shower, not needing to do my hair since I didn't get it wet, and exited the room to see the both of them on the bed, the air conditioner back on and Lizzie in one of my hoodies.

"What's all this?" I asked as I approached the bed, smirking as she cuddled deeper into the garment.

"I got cold again." She murmured from underneath the hoodie.

"I had her turn the AC back on and she complained about being cold, so we went through your stuff and found something for her to wear."

"Nice, thanks guys." I joked, noticing my suitcase was half opened and some things were sticking out. "We can order food now, if you want."

"Oh yeah, let's do it! Girls night!"

"I should probably go." Lizzie said as she started to get up from the bed.

"You don't have to." I said quickly, my eyes looking at Brie desperately. "It's my last night here, we can have a little party before I leave tomorrow."

It took her less than a second to smile up at me and nod, Brie cheering as Lizzie went to get her phone.

"I'm just gonna text Robbie and then we can order food."

Robbie. That was cold water right on my entire being. I nodded at her words and walked into the kitchenette, grabbing the hotel menu from the counter.

Wine, lots of wine would be necessary tonight.

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marie-swriting · 1 year

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Your gallery if you're dating...

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hard-core-super-star · 5 months

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bare your soul 'til it's naked [C.Danvers]

pairing: sub!carol danvers x dom!reader

summary: you and carol experiment with switching up your usual roles and accidentally discover something new.

warnings: SMUT -> minors, don't look [porn with feelings; bondage; strap-on sex; an exploration of carol's submissive side; strapwarming; a dash of denial; carol's praise kink goes brr; captain kink because duh]

wordcount: 1.8k

a/n: no, i didn't disappear for like all of november, what are you talking about?? anywho, this happened and...i have no reason or explanation for it lmao. also, i'm not even going to pretend to be an expert on dom/sub dynamics but just labeling carol as a bottom felt wrong considering the more...intense route this took. ANYWAY, usual,"this is my first time writing for this character, please give me validation if you liked it," warning applies.

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It had started as a joke.

You had told Carol how unfair it was that her superhuman abilities always led to her overpowering you after she had effortlessly picked you up and plopped you down onto the couch to stop you from washing the dishes. It had been an almost nonsensical joke that the blonde took a little too seriously.

It’s not something that genuinely bothers you, in fact, you love how quick Carol always is to pick you up and carry you everywhere. However, you had mentioned how much you’d love to have a turn at being in charge for once and your girlfriend took it upon herself to give you exactly what you wanted. (Like usual)

You weren’t sure why she was so dead set on doing this, especially considering how much she loves having the upper hand all the time, and yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to tell her to change her mind. Mainly because you’d have to be an actual fool to deny her anything but also because there’s been a look in her eyes that you can’t quite decipher that was born from the mere thought of switching roles for once.

So, your one meaningless joke had earned you a sight you’d never thought you’d see: Carol Danvers naked and bound on your bed.

It should be ridiculous. She’s a goddamn superhero, for crying out loud, she could easily rip apart those ropes like nothing. And yet…she remains motionless. You’d go far enough to call her stoic if it weren’t for the smirk she hasn’t yet wiped off of her face.

You both know the massive amounts of power she holds inside herself and she still chooses to pretend. To give in to the fantasy. To act like you truly hold all the cards when she’s the one with literal superpowers.

Your girlfriend huffs as she watches you admire her toned body and the intricate knots that hold her in place. She’s been sitting in the same position for what feels like hours, with her hands tied around her back and her legs spread open, showing off the strap attached to her hips.

“You gonna do something or just stare?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” you reply, shamelessly staring at her jawline while she throws her head back and groans.

“I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t touch me right now.”

You’re tempted to just walk away like she’s done to you countless times but you have other, more important, ideas on your mind.

You approach her in two quick steps, smiling at the way her eyes literally light up before tangling your fingers in her blonde hair and gently pulling. You’re rewarded with the sound of her gasp and you can practically see the way her veins pop out as she clenches her fists.

“I think you’re forgetting our deal, Captain,” you whisper. “I’m in charge, you just have to sit there and behave.”

She lets out a soft groan, her eyes fluttering closed for the briefest of seconds. You don't know if it's the hair-pulling or the use of the title that affects her so much but it’s obvious her reluctance melts away in an instant…which means your need to have her begging for you increases tenfold in that same instant.

“Are you going to need a reminder, baby?”

A long second of silence goes by before your girlfriend gives in. You’re more than willing to wait for her, especially once her eyes open again and you’re able to make out the specks of bliss that make her eyes sparkle more than usual. “No…I’ll behave.”

“Good girl,” you hum.

The whine that escapes her doesn’t reach your ears but the way her hips buck is more than noticeable and you can’t stop yourself from reaching out and wrapping your hand around the large toy. The fact that it’s fake doesn’t stop Carol from thrusting into your hand and she looks far too good for you to even think about making her stop.

That doesn’t mean you’re not going to tease her, though.

“Are you needy already, babe? I haven’t even done anything.”

“Maybe that’s why,” she replies, attempting to hold on to some of her usual snarkiness.

Something that would be more effective if she wasn’t bucking her hips in search of some friction.

The calm and controlled persona she so easily wears out on the field starts to slip and with it comes the barrage of thoughts that never allow her to give up control. It’s subtle but the sparkle in her eyes can’t erase the furrowing of her eyebrows or the tension in her muscles.

That desperation that makes her thrust up into your hand isn’t unfamiliar. Her need to give in to it is.

So, you do the only thing you know will help her focus on the moment instead of on her unspoken fears.

“Carol.” Her name leaves your lips as a mere whisper, the grip you have on her hair loosening just enough for the change to register in her unfocused mind.

She takes a deep breath before lifting her eyes up to look at you. You expect her to pull the plug on this whole thing, to put her walls back up and call it a day, but she doesn't. She does the exact opposite and leaves your mind spinning in the process.

“I need you.” The hushed tone she speaks in does nothing to hide her desperation. It’s not the kind you’re used to, though. It’s less about the physical and more about the emotional. It’s about the stability she’s always looked for but has never found in all the countless planets she’s visited.

The only place she’s found it in all her life is with you.

The second the thought enters your mind, you climb onto her lap, momentarily forgetting about the new dynamic you're forging and merely focusing on your vulnerable girlfriend. Despite your urge to help ground her, you can’t help but notice the way her hips instantly buck once again.

You still decide to wait, though, much to the blonde’s dismay.

“What do you need from me, Captain?”

“Need you…” She trails off and you half expect that to be the end of it until she continues a second later. “Need you to own me…use me…please.”

There’s no doubt in your mind of the strength it took for her to get the words out which only adds fuel to the fire burning in your core. A fire made up of desire, trust, and so much lust it could fill a small planet.

“As you wish,” you mumble before finally giving both of you what you really want.

Carol’s eyes watch you closely while you grip the toy attached to her hips and slowly tease your entrance with it. She technically can’t feel anything yet but she still takes every second in, rotating her hips in an attempt to bring you as much pleasure as she can.

You leave the dildo soaked in less than a minute and the sight of your girlfriend’s abs contracting with every movement does nothing to satisfy your growing desire. Your body shifts until you’re hovering over Carol’s dark blue strap, pretending like you can’t see the way she attempts to slam herself inside your already fluttering walls.

“You wanna fill me up, Captain? Is that what my good girl wants?”

It’s like a switch is instantly flipped inside her brain. Like everything else disappears until she’s left hanging onto your every word. She’s never been like this with someone else, much less felt like this. Felt such an intense devotion that she genuinely longs to submit to every one of your wishes and commands.

You could tell her to jump and she’d leap into the air without a second thought, ropes be damned.

She nods rapidly. “Yes! Yes, I want to fill you up so bad. Please, y/n.”

“If only your little Avengers friends could see you now, all tied up and desperate for me…” You trail off as you sink down onto her, relishing in the unashamed moans she can’t hold back.

You know how much she loves fucking you in this position and you also know how crazy it’s making her that she can’t control your speed. She can’t control anything in this moment. Not the speed of your movements, not the sounds she makes, not the unrelenting bucking of her hips.

The power rests in your hands despite how much of it runs through her veins.

“Fuck-” Your groan brings her back to reality. “You’re so good for me.”

Carol stares at you with wide eyes, plump lips parted just enough to allow all her sinful sounds to slip out unrestricted. Her entire world revolves around you, around the pleasure only she can give you…even when she's not allowed to touch you.

It would be so easy for her to break free, you both know that, and yet somehow, her choosing to remain trapped beneath you makes everything feel ten times stronger than usual.

Maybe that's what makes the coil in your stomach tighten faster than usual or maybe it's the way the blonde can't stop herself from messily thrusting up into your drenched cunt and burying her strap inside of you.

You’re both lost in each other, your nails digging into her shoulder in search of some stability while she works tirelessly to bring you to new heights. Heights she couldn’t even dream of reaching despite her love for flying.

“y/n,” she mumbles. “Please, I want- I need you.”

“Yeah? You wanna cum already, Captain?”

She shakes her head, the thinnest layer of tears gathering in her stormy eyes. “No, I want to make you cum. Please, can I?”

The mere question has you clenching around the toy but it’s the devoted look that’s plastered onto her face that makes you fall apart. For that brief moment, she’s not Captain Marvel, she’s not an Avenger, she’s just the woman you love more than anything else in the universe, the woman who loves you enough to trust you like this.

You fall over the edge without warning which triggers an avalanche of feelings inside Carol. The two of you slump into each other in a mess of shaking limbs and hoarse voices that cry out the other’s name.

It’s messy and loud and perfect.

It’s unclear how much time you both spend in the throes of your powerful orgasms but when you finally come back to yourself, you find your girlfriend’s face buried into the crook of your neck, trails of salty tears staining her warm cheeks. It takes you another second to realize what she’s mumbling but the second the words register, all your worry melts away.

“I love you-” It comes out more like a broken sob than a beautiful confession but you don’t mind.

You gently run your fingers through her messy hair, silently watching the shudders that your affection creates. “I love you too. You’re perfect, Carol.”

She doesn’t reply but she also doesn’t argue. She just stays in your arms, basking in the feeling of being loved.

Of finally being home.

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sersi · 1 year

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BRIE LARSON as Tess FAST X (2023) dir. Louis Leterrier

#filmedit #blarsonedit #fastedit #useramyk #**elysiaedits #**elysia's gifs #1k+#brie larson #fast x #fast saga #tess (fast saga)#film #marvels trailer where are you 😔#vin dropping 4 min. trailer and still the longest shot of brie is only 20 frames

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ilovesnat · 8 days

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@nevaeh-daughterofvalcarol look!! our wives together<3

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nocxta · 9 months

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Lonely

pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader

word count: 4.9k

a/n: Please do not hesitate to let me know of any warnings I might've missed! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this unstructured smut! <3

Lonely

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe you should send her something?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmmm," you moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Seen what?" You ask, feigning innocence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Then feel me,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course, babygirl."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I-" You begin, but she interrupts.

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

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

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

She leans in, whispering in your ear.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How does that feel?" She asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She holds you as you cuddle against her.

"I love you," Carol tells you.

"I love you too," You murmur back.

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

She laughs and kisses your cheek.

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

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

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

You smirk and kiss her shoulder.

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

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

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inklore · 11 months

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look at you

premise: carol's watching the movie but you're watching her.

pairing: carol danvers x (f)reader

word count: 511

warnings: eighteen+ content, fingering, estasblished relationship.

note: it would be homophobic of me if i didn't finally write for my girl during pride month, like what kind of down bad slut would i be if i didn't. ok i love her.

“We’re supposed to be watching the movie.” Carol smirks against your collarbone. The tip of her tongue runs to the divot in your neck before running up the column. Her teeth nipping at your chin when her mouth reaches it, “instead, you’re about to come on my fingers.”

“It’s not my fault.” You moan as your hips gyrate purposefully, causing the two fingers she has inside of you to move at the angle you need them to. Her palm in the perfect position to hit your clit the faster your hips move.

She hums, her eyes glazed over with the kind of lust that makes your knees tremble. Your thoughts and body are going into overdrive as the need within you turns into an ache that you feel like you may cry from if it’s not sedated.

“Who’s fault is it then, pretty girl?”

“Yours.” Your fingers move from her shoulders to her neck as you bring your mouths together, the hunger of the kiss—and the need you know Carol feels—the fingers digging into the muscle of your ass, the dirty words she had bit into your neck when she felt how wet you already were, evident of it. “Look at you,” you gasp against her lips.

You feel her head shake an inch, the fingers at your ass coming to the nape of your neck to keep your mouth on her lips. To make the kiss harder, more heady as her tongue traces the seam of your lips before slipping in and against your waiting tongue.

“Look at you. Listen to you.” Carol curls her fingers just so, making your body shudder against her front. The noise that leaves your throat nothing compared to the wet noise her fingers are making as they fuck into you. Of how you’d tried to press your thighs together to hold yourself off as the two of you watched the movie you chose.

The little date night you decided the two of you needed because it felt like all the two of you did when she came over was come and eat cold pizza from your fridge before you were coming again and spent the rest of the night tangled in each other's limbs until exhaustion.

You couldn’t help it, though.

The old band t-shirt that you had found at some old street sale that she only took off when it was by your own hands when she was over. The way her hair fell into her eyes a little bit each time she laughed. Her teeth pulled her bottom lip between them when she saw you staring, and the all-too-obvious clenching you were doing beside her made her smirk.

She was otherworldly.

And the way her fingers knew all the right places to stroke, move, push, and pull into and against your body was enough to make your self control nonexistent with her around.

“Come for me so I can take you to the bedroom and make better use of this tongue,” Carol breathes in your mouth. Tongue running along your bottom lip.

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archivomeow · 6 months

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when you lost control

read on ao3

summary -> Carol Danvers can keep her cool… just not when a guy obviously is hitting on her uninterested girlfriend.

pairing -> Carol Danvers/Reader (Established Relationship)

a/n -> If you guys could check out my pinned post, it would mean a lot <3 Also enjoy some protective & gay Carol. This is a very short one shot, like definitely shorter then my usual ones. ALSO TITLE IS A TAYLOR LYRIC (“when you lost control, red blood, white snow” aka “is it over now?”)

You and Carol have been a thing for quite a while, it was tough, she was busy a lot and not-on-earth a lot… But you made it work.

Finally there was a moment where both of you had free time, time to talk, to do anything and everything, so you figured a date is a good idea.

There was one bar in particular that you two haven’t visited yet in the area of your apartment, so that’s where you agreed to meet up, the only issue being that Carol was late. You didn’t expect her to be early, but at least on time. There wad a chance she had to cancel and you two were stuck not seeing each other again, but you still had hope.

Checking your phone made you even more anxious, especially when the time hasn’t changed. As the seat next to you was taken, your annoyance was growing, your disappointment, anger, everything that you weren’t meant to he feeling today is what you were feeling.

“So, what’s a pretty girl like you doing alone?” A voice next to you caught you off-guard, you turned your head just to meet eyes with a man, you in fact didn’t know.

He was about your age or older, smirking at you, his eyes were busy in the mean time looking at your tight dress, which in fact was not for his to look at.

“Waiting.” You kept your tone cold, making sure to not seem interested, him continuing this conversation was the last thing you wanted.

“Well, why don’t I keep you company, hm?” He chuckled like he just said something funny, nothing about this was funny.

There was a pit growing in your stomach and you were just praying for the phone to ring, for your girlfriend to show up, however all you got left was sitting at a bar, stood up as of now and talking to a guy who wanted to score.

“No, thanks.” A polite smile appeared on your face for a moment, just enough for him to see it as an invitation to place his hand on your shoulder.

You could feel his cold fingers brushing over your shoulder, you wanted to run, just leave, instead you…froze. He was in fact talking, but you were in fact not paying attention, you just had to figure out a way to get out…Fast and safe.

The man got quiet, looking behind your back, at something you couldn’t see.

“Hey there, sweeth—“ He didn’t got to finish, as the woman behind you twisted his hand, the one placed on your shoulder before hand.

The blonde pushed him, with a lot of strength, as the guy yelled out for help, she moved closer whispering something into his ear before letting him go.

She turned to you, worry on her face, well after all maybe your date wasn’t ruined, just late.

“Carol.” You sighed in relief, as you shoulders relaxed and soon enough wrapped around the woman.

“Hi honey…” She whispered, her voice was calming you even more, you finally felt at home.

“God… He just came out of nowhere and I—“

“It’s fine… I say we get out of here, hm?” She smiles at you, leading you out of the bar.

The cold air hits your warm skin, making you shiver, the good side is that you get to wear your girlfriend’s jacket.

“So… What did you say to him?”

“Oh, you know… Only nice stuff…” She chuckled before opening the door to her passager seat for you.

#marvel #writing #carol danvers #captain marvel #brie larson #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #marvel cinematic universe #carol danvers x female reader #carol danvers x you #female reader #writblr #fluffy #fluff #carol danvers fluff #mild hurt/comfort

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milesworld96 · 6 months

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Sorry but I refuse to believe this is not canon, when it IS

#sorry Prince Yan you fine asf but THEY are true to my heart #I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR CONFIRMATION OF THEM SINCE ENDGAME!!!!#carol danvers #Valkyrie #tessa thompson #brie larson #carol x valkyrie #valcarol #marvel mcu #mcu #lesbian #lgbtqia

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brooooswriting · 3 months

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Domestic Brie? 🥺

prompt 17 w Brie saying it 🙏

17. “You look beautiful”

You and Brie had just come from an annoyingly long and exhausting event. And while Brie was way more used to those things, she also handled them way better than you did. Sure, she was a bit tired afterward and happy to be home and get her heels off, but you were full-on exhausted. Plus, you were so hungry. This Bougie food served at those events sucked and didn't fill you up one bit.

“I'll go change real quick, ok?” you told Brie as you both pulled off your shoes, but only after greeting Six thirty. It became a tradition for the two of you to watch something cuddled up on the couch after such an event. The blonde nodded and made her way into the living room.

You quickly changed into some sweatpants and a hoodie and took off all your makeup. You weren't the biggest fan of makeup, but you were insecure about the acne and the scars on your skin, which is why you always made sure to cover them when you went to any events.

When you came downstairs again, you found Brie in the kitchen cooking your favorite pasta. She knew you weren't a fan of those events and that the only reason you came was for her. So she always made sure to thank you properly and do nice things in return. It was lovely and probably the biggest reason your relationship worked so well.

The blonde turned around when she heard you come into the kitchen, her eyes immediately landing on you and the furry friend next to you as she outstretched one of her hands to pull you closer to her. “You look beautiful,” she told you as her hand caressed your waist. You shoved your blushing face into the crook of her neck as your shyness took over. “I meant it,” she started as she pulled your face away from her neck so she could look at you, “sure, you also looked beautiful in that dress, with the makeup and stuff. But right now? You look even more beautiful. You're the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”

Your lip quivered as you looked up at her, your heart beating unbelievably fast. “I love you” was the only thing you could respond without nearly crying. You received a quick kiss before your girlfriend sprinted upstairs to change. As you were left with the job of stirring the pod, you couldn't help but think about how well your life had turned out.

You had a fantastic girlfriend, a cute dog, and a great job. You were happy, and you felt better than ever.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Brie asked as she stood behind you, one hand on your waist while the other sneaked before you to turn off the stove. You titled your head up and gave her a small before pressing a kiss to the underside of her jaw. You'd kill for domestic moments like this, moments with your own small family. Sure, you didn't have kids yet, but you had six thirty who acted like he was your child, and you had each other. You didn't need more.

While you plated the food, Brie fed the dog before you settled on the couch. Six thirty immediately joining when his bowl was empty, hoping that one of you would share their food. You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you when the dog nearly sat on Brie’s lap, trying to steal something off of her plate.

“You know, you're spoiling him. He wasn't allowed on the couch before,” she told you as you grinned at her. The dog had settled down, realizing that he wouldn't get any food but still enjoying the softness of the couch.

“Well, but I can't say no to him. Have you seen his little face? I don't want to say no,” you pouted at her as you kissed his head. The blonde sighed and wrapped her arm around your shoulder to pull you into her, enjoying the very much-needed physical contact.

“Oh great, so when we're gonna have kids, I'm gonna be the bad one while you'll be the angel, huh?” she joked. You gave her a proud nod before kissing her a couple of times.

“You know, sure, parties are nice and stuff. But nothing beats staying home with my family. I love you.” A kiss was pressed to the side of your head when she finished speaking.

“I love you too,” you replied before starting the movie.

#reader insert #brooooswriting #brie larson x you #brie larson x reader #carol danvers x reader

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oizysian · 29 days

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VIII. SHE’S MARRIED, IDIOT

All Eyes on Me masterlist

Word count: 1.6k

•

"Hey, wake up, sleeping beauty."

I smacked the finger that was poking at my cheek and opened my eyes, a smiling Brie staring down at me. She was sitting on top of me and Lizzie was still sleeping soundly beside me.

She poked at my face again and I whined, shaking my head to get her hand away from me.

"I'm up, I'm up. Lemme just rest my eyes for a second."

"No." She bounced on top of me, shaking the whole bed and disturbing both me and Lizzie. "Your flight is in a few hours. You gotta get up."

"I told you, I'm up." I pushed her off me and she rolled onto the bed, giggling deviously as she moved away from us.

I closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again, looking down at Lizzie who was now half awake next to me.

"Lizzie, we gotta get up. Brie won't let us sleep in any more."

"She doesn't have to get up, you do."

I groaned and threw my arm over my eyes. I hated the fact that I had to go, but I did. Brie and Lizzie had to get back to their normal lives and I had to get back to streaming.

"Why does she have to get up?" Lizzie asked sleepily, and I looked over at her, watching her rub the sleep from her eyes.

"I'm leaving soon." I said somewhat sadly.

"Oh." She replied, just as gloomy as I was.

"C'mon," Brie said, tossing a rolled up napkin at me. "You still gotta pack and get your hoodie from your girlfriend."

"I wouldn't have to pack if you guys didn't go through my stuff and leave a huge mess."

"Sorry." Lizzie said bashfully and I smiled at her.

"It's not your fault. I know it was all Brie's idea. Besides, you look better as Commander Shepard than I do."

"Commander Shepard?" She questioned, looking down at the N7 on her chest.

"She's from a game. Mass Effect. One of my favorites."

She tried to discreetly snuggle deeper into the hoodie as I got up from the bed, stretching as I tried to shake the sleep from my person.

"What time is your flight?" Lizzie asked and I thought for a moment before responding.

"Twelve, I think. Or Twelve-thirty."

"Either way, it's in about three hours."

I groaned again and started picking up my clothes from the floor, stuffing them back into my suitcase haphazardly. I was exhausted and upset that I had to leave. And I didn't know how Brie managed to be awake and alert after everything we did last night.

"Are you coming with us to the airport, Lizzie or are you gonna leave before we do?"

"I'm coming, of course!" She said, almost offended.

I looked at her over my shoulder and I couldn't help but admire her with her bed head and sleepy eyes. She was beautiful.

"I really appreciate you guys coming with me. Traveling alone is still kinda nerve wracking."

"Of course, Y/N." Lizzie said, standing from the bed. "What kind of friends would we be if we didn't?"

"Shitty ones." Brie cut in and I laughed.

"You're right. Shitty ones."

"So, as your bestest best friends, we will take you all the way to the airport."

I turned around and smiled at Lizzie, finally finishing my packing and zipping up my bag.

"You're gonna need a disguise. Brie already has one."

"Oh. Oh, yeah."

I picked my SnapBack up off the nightstand and leaned over the bed, plopping it onto her head.

"There ya go. You'll be undetectable."

"But, what happens when I have to give it back?"

"We run." Brie said and I nodded.

"And we hope that nobody is paying attention."

Brie grabbed her hat and put it on, then took her sunglasses and clipped them to the collar of her shirt.

"I can let you borrow my glasses once Y/N takes back her hat."

"Thanks, Brie. I appreciate it."

I smiled to myself, happy to see the two of them getting along. If anything came out of this trip, it was their newly blossoming friendship.

"Alright, let's clean up and get ready to roll."

•

I dragged my suitcase behind me as Brie led us towards the airport, Lizzie trailing close behind me. She was still wearing my hoodie and hat, and so far, nobody noticed us. Thankfully, I was still a nobody, so even though I didn't have my hat, I was still able to blend in.

"Alright ladies, we're here."

Brie stopped in front of the doors and Lizzie and I followed suit. I looked from Lizzie to Brie before Brie walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, hugging me tightly. I was taken aback by the suddenness of it, but within a second I was hugging her back, squeezing her tight.

"I'm gonna miss you, kid. Come back soon, okay?"

"Yes ma'am."

She pulled away from me and smiled, backing away and letting Lizzie approach me.

The other blonde stared at me for a moment before hugging me also, squeezing me even tighter than Brie did.

"I'll see you soon. I'll be in New York soon for the Hattie Harmony book tour."

"I'll definitely have to come and get a book signed."

She pulled away from me and smacked my shoulder lightly, removing my hat from her head and putting it back on my own; backwards, just like I wear it.

She started taking off the hoodie and I stopped her.

"Keep it for now. It'll give us an excuse to hang out again even after your book tour."

She smiled and nodded at me, hugging me once more before standing next to Brie.

"Bye, guys." I said sadly. "I'll text you when I land." I directed that comment to Brie.

"And me!" Lizzie butt in and I nodded.

"Absolutely, Miss Olsen. I'll text you both."

With a final smile, I turned around, dragging my bag along behind me as I entered the airport. My vacation was over and it was time to go back to reality.

•

"I'm sorry I was gone so long guys, but I'm back!" I said to my chat as I started up my stream. It had only been a few days, but it felt like a lifetime.

The messages were out of control, pouring in so fast I couldn't even keep up with them.

u met lizzie !!

Is she fruity irl?

omg y/n you actually met Elizabeth

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM

Okay, so most of the comments were about me meeting Lizzie, which was expected. Some of the usual trolls started busting my balls about it, but overall the reaction was good. My community was filled with generally good people, so most of my viewers were just excited to have seen me with the woman I was absolutely in love with.

The first stream back went well. It was about five hours long and I noticed that even Brie stopped by to chat for a little bit, which was a nice surprise.

When it ended, I checked my phone because I had been ignoring it the whole time, and I was surprised, yet again, by the fact that Lizzie messaged me saying she saw some of my stream. Wait. She saw some of my stream?!

Oh god, what embarrassing things had she seen? Did she see how much my chat brought her up because of those pictures? Did she read the things they said?

Oh wow, so what'd you think?

I responded cooly, and within a second she was replying.

I think you're really funny. You had been so shy when we hung out, I didn't really get to see your sense of humor.

I got nervous 😅

Why, silly?

'Cos I was hanging out with Elizabeth Olsen and Brie Larson! That's crazy on the nerves haha

Psh. Next time we hang out I wanna hear some of those goofy jokes I know you've got hidden inside you.

We'll see if I can manage to pull them out for you

We spoke for a little while longer before I decided to call it a day and take a nap. Streaming always left me exhausted, and as much as I wanted to talk to her, I knew she had better things to do than to text me.

I still couldn't believe she had watched my stream. I just hoped that I hadn't been too dorky when she tuned in. Then again, it's best that she saw me in my element. If she can stand me while I'm being a Twitch personality, she can probably deal with me normally.

As my eyes began to droop, my phone went off. I picked it up from next to my pillow and checked to see who messaged me. Brie.

Hope you didn't mind me passing along the link to your stream. She wanted to watch you

I don't mind. I can't believe she'd want to watch me tho

She likes you, idiot

She's married, idiot

Don't idiot me, loser. She likes you as a friend for sure, but I think she may have a little crush

That's just wishful thinking. Plus, I'm no homewrecker

At least, so far in my life I wasn't.

After briefly talking to Brie, I finally fell asleep, exhaustion from the past week finally catching up with me. Between work and hanging out with two celebrities, I was absolutely bushed.

Bzz bzz

My phone went off again early in the morning and I chose to ignore it.

Robbie and I will be in New York in two weeks to promote our new children's book! I hope to see you there!

•

@oh-thats-cute @marvelwomen-simp @dorabledewdroop

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