It’s that time again where I ask for requests. I’ve also decided to add Yelena to the people I’m writing for, BUT I will not write about anything from the Black Widow movie because of spoilers to people who haven’t watched it yet. Down below I will put my masterpost which has everything you need for requests! Anyways I’ll tag the people I write for and all! Have a great day/night!
I got an new keyboard for my laptop (I know that laptops come with their own keyboard but this one is very cool)
So with this, I really want to write out some stories so if you want to here’s my masterlist with everything you need for requests and all! Also in the tags is who I write for!
So first of all I just realized I hit 300 followers?! Thank you guys so much like what the actual heck. Anyways I’m in a writing mood but don’t really know what to write so if you guys could request something, that would be amazing!
Here’s my masterpost with my character and prompt list, along with what I do and don’t write:
Natasha: Which one? Having a mental breakdown, fangirling or losing her shit over something?
Tony: The answer to that question is yes. She did all those today.
Me: No need to call me out Tony!
Wanda: No, right now she’s losing her shit over something.
Steve: Oh no what is it now?
Maria: It seems she just hit 500 followers.
Carol: See now that makes sense. I thought she found another pride pin.
Me: Y'all, I’m right here.
Clint: Oh we know.
Hope: To be fair, her reaction is reasonable.
Me: Alright you guys, time to go back now.
Hi! I’m back from that. A big thank you for 500 followers! All the Marvel characters in this post are open for request! So for 500 followers I am adding a few new prompts so look at prompt list for those. Also check out my masterpost to see what I write about/ don’t write about! I also have a tag list if you want to be apart of that! Anyways, requests are open so send them in if you want to and once again thank you for 500 followers, here’s to the next 500!
Going to be gone for the next 4 days, while I’m camping with my friend so no new posts until at least Wednesday night. If you guys want to request a story for me to write for when I get back please do! Below is going to be my masterpost so you can see who I wrote for, some prompts to request if you don’t have any ideas for what you want me to write, and things I wrote/do not write
hey guys! i opened up requests again and added a ko-fi if you want to support my work. if not, notes, reblogs and comments still make my day! :D also, i’ve decided, at least temporarily, to stop writing for dc. have a nice day y'all
requests are ✨ open ✨ for all mcu & xmcu women :-)
hey guys! i opened up requests again and added a ko-fi if you want to support my work. if not, notes, reblogs and comments still make my day! :D also, i’ve decided, at least temporarily, to stop writing for dc. have a nice day y'all
You never could’ve expected a celebration to go so, so wrong. The land was foreign, too warm compared to the Cold Lands, and filled with horrible people. Horrible people that planned to sell you to the highest bidder — who, as you’d come to learn, was the ruler of the stupid seaside city. She was a beautiful empress, the high priestess and war general her consorts and evidently, your new masters. Human beings shouldn’t be given as gifts, much less called ‘pets’, and you found the ship that was your life sinking so much faster than you ever could’ve expected.
rating: M | 18+ chapters: at least 7, not sure chapter: 2/? relationship: dark!carol danvers x dark!natasha romanoff x dark!valkyrie x reader warnings: noncon&dubdon, pet play, degradation&humiliation, kidnapping, slavery, detailed warnings to be included per chapter; read more and CTRL+F to search ‘content warnings’ to skip to the more detailed tags at the bottom of the chapter.
note: hey guys, this story was inspired by @scarlettwlw who helped me come up with the idea! i’m technically back from hiatus. oh and im not doing tag lists anymore, if you want to be alerted when i post a fic you can follow me over on a03, same handle. enjoy!
It was the resolve in her eyes that made Carol wary. She wasn’t sure if Natasha recognized it or not, wasn’t sure if Natasha had ever felt the same kind of resignation and grit their kitten had settled into. Carol and Val had courted the redheaded priestess in the form of constant military barrages on her home city until their council had relented and traded the woman for peace, and Natasha’s reaction had been more along the lines of begrudging capitulation. She was fully aware the blonde and her General would’ve rained Hell on her home for as long as it took, would’ve murdered hundreds, and conceded despite her irritation.
You never could’ve expected a celebration to go so, so wrong. The land was foreign, too warm compared to the Cold Lands, and filled with horrible people. Horrible people that planned to sell you to the highest bidder — who, as you’d come to learn, was the ruler of the stupid seaside city. She was a beautiful empress, the high priestess and war general her consorts and evidently, your new masters. Human beings shouldn’t be given as gifts, much less called ‘pets’, and you found the ship that was your life sinking so much faster than you ever could’ve expected.
rating: M | 18+ chapters: at least 7, not sure chapter: 2/? relationship: dark!carol danvers x dark!natasha romanoff x dark!valkyrie x reader warnings: noncon&dubdon, pet play, degradation&humiliation, kidnapping, slavery, detailed warnings to be included per chapter; read more and CTRL+F to search ‘content warnings’ to skip to the more detailed tags at the bottom of the chapter.
note: hey guys, this story was inspired by @scarlettwlw who helped me come up with the idea! i’m technically back from hiatus. oh and im not doing tag lists anymore, if you want to be alerted when i post a fic you can follow me over on a03, same handle. enjoy!
It was the resolve in her eyes that made Carol wary. She wasn’t sure if Natasha recognized it or not, wasn’t sure if Natasha had ever felt the same kind of resignation and grit their kitten had settled into. Carol and Val had courted the redheaded priestess in the form of constant military barrages on her home city until their council had relented and traded the woman for peace, and Natasha’s reaction had been more along the lines of begrudging capitulation. She was fully aware the blonde and her General would’ve rained Hell on her home for as long as it took, would’ve murdered hundreds, and conceded despite her irritation.
You never could’ve expected a celebration to go so, so wrong. The land was foreign, too warm compared to the Cold Lands, and filled with horrible people. Horrible people that planned to sell you to the highest bidder — who, as you’d come to learn, was the ruler of the stupid seaside city. She was a beautiful empress, the high priestess and war general her consorts and evidently, your new masters. Human beings shouldn’t be given as gifts, much less called ‘pets’, and you found the ship that was your life sinking so much faster than you ever could’ve expected.
rating: M | 18+ chapters: at least 7, not sure chapter: 2/? relationship: dark!carol danvers x dark!natasha romanoff x dark!valkyrie x reader warnings: noncon&dubdon, pet play, degradation&humiliation, kidnapping, slavery, detailed warnings to be included per chapter; read more and CTRL+F to search ‘content warnings’ to skip to the more detailed tags at the bottom of the chapter.
note: hey guys, this story was inspired by @scarlettwlw who helped me come up with the idea! i’m technically back from hiatus. oh and im not doing tag lists anymore, if you want to be alerted when i post a fic you can follow me over on a03, same handle. enjoy!
It was the resolve in her eyes that made Carol wary. She wasn’t sure if Natasha recognized it or not, wasn’t sure if Natasha had ever felt the same kind of resignation and grit their kitten had settled into. Carol and Val had courted the redheaded priestess in the form of constant military barrages on her home city until their council had relented and traded the woman for peace, and Natasha’s reaction had been more along the lines of begrudging capitulation. She was fully aware the blonde and her General would’ve rained Hell on her home for as long as it took, would’ve murdered hundreds, and conceded despite her irritation.
Her full submission had been easy to gain— the Goddesses Natasha was devoted to were those of pleasure and riches, and they could provide those in spades, could easily prove themselves worthy of the priestess. They’d fucked the pretty redhead six ways to Sunday every day for weeks,offered her gifts that became more and more lavish as time went on. Natasha fell in line like a dream, taking on the role of Empress’s Consort with an almost uncanny skill.
Their kitten was several years younger than Natasha had been and yet somehow held herself with battle hardened fortitude despite her immaturity. She wasn’t acquiescent, she was enduring.There was a strength of will about her person, a disquieting sort of resilience that implied patience and tolerance and biding.
Those eyes flicked down to her injured leg, bound in sturdy bandages that would be traded for a splint in several days, and the nerve in her eyes only hardened. It was a break, or a fracture at the least, and she wouldn’t be going anywhere fast for the foreseeable future. Carol was somewhat surprised at the woman’s state—covered in bruises and lash marks and sporting a blackened, half closed eye, she looked nigh unsellable when you considered the state of her leg. The slavers must’ve been banking on how fucking lovely she was to drive her selling price up despite her deplorable state of health.
Washed and dried, the war paint gone from her face, she looked like a broken doll sitting in the middle of the bedroom. The state of her form had both herself and Natasha hesitating, if only slightly—fucking her into submission could potentially cause damage considering her already fragile state. There would need to be another method in bringing about her submission, if only for the next few weeks while she healed.
“Kitten’s more beat up than I anticipated,” Natasha voiced her thoughts with a small, considering hum. “Couldn’t see the bruises under the blood and powder back in the plaza. And with that ankle, she won’t be able to walk for months.”
“No, she certainly won’t,” Carol’s fingers tapped idly over her lower lip, the gears in her head beginning to turn in thought. “And she doesn’t speak our language, you’ll be the only one who can understand her.”
Those from the Cold Lands were notoriously private and they didn’t do business with outsiders. They were entirely independent, minus the raiding, and Carol just knewthey must’ve had more resources than they knew what to do with (personally, she also believed they had more warships than they knew what to do with, hence the constant fucking raiding). For them to share their language was as uncommon as them trading and the only reason Natasha could understand and speak it was because her Goddesses wanted her to.
“I can teach her,” Nat walked a circle around the sitting girl, smiling when she tensed at the predatory action.
But Carol’s brain had finally churned out an answer and she felt a slow smile cross her lips. “No, I don’t think she needs to learn. Kittens only need commands, after all.”
A light went on in the redhead’s eyes and Carol immediately held up a silencing hand. “Be a good girl and run down to the market, grab everything we’ll need. In the meantime, I’m going to start with some… simplecommands before Val gets home.”
“But—”
“Are you arguing with me, darling?” Blue eyes flickered over the redhead’s pale face, teeth flashing intimidatingly. “I need to work on training our pet, but I can take the time for a quick punishment if you want to push me.”
Nat shook her head immediately and Carol could see the way her pretty thighs pressed together under the shifting fabric of her skirt, instinctively trying to protect her delicate cunt from the threat of one of the blonde’s punishments.The redhead was quick to turn tail and run, figuratively speaking, only throwing a quick, baleful glance over her shoulder at the woman on the floor.
“Now, let’s see how fast you learn, precious,” the blonde cooed, watching Kitten tense as the attention locked on her gained several degrees of heat, and patted her thigh. “Come.”
The young woman obviously didn’t understand, a confused glance passing from the blonde’s hand to her face and back again. Carol cleared her throat and patted her thigh again, pointing at the floor in front of her feet for good measure.
“Come, Kitten.”
Still she didn’t move and Carol’s smile, already filled with teeth, became more sinister. It was exactly what she was expecting and definitely what she hoped for. The blonde walked forward, not giving their kitten time to retreat, and latched a hand around her throat. Immediately the young woman’s hands came up to ring hers and Carol was almost startled by the strength of her grasp—not strong enough to remove the hands on her neck, fortunately, but stronger than expected.
“You’re a dumb little cunt, aren’t you?” The tone she used transcended languages, so condescending that the girl on the floor shrunk back as much as she was able even as Carol shook her by the throat. “Let’s try this again.”
Carol let go abruptly enough that their kitten was disoriented and lost balance, nearly hitting the floor while the blonde took several measured steps backward and pointed at the floor in front of her again. “Come, Kitten.”
She looked around desperately this time, eyes locking on her injured leg for several seconds, flashing to the nearby furniture before she began trying to push herself to her feet from her position on her hip. The blonde groaned in disgust and immediately shoved her back onto the ground. The younger woman had to brace herself on both hands to avoid a second black eye.
“So fucking dumb,” Carol grabbed the back of her neck and forced her forehead to the ground, her lower body shifting until her bruised knees pressed into the mosaiced floor. “A kitten who needs to be taught how to walk? Stupid little pussy.”
With their kitten on her knees, face pressed against the floor, Carol took advantage of her unprotected ass and thighs. Wary of the already present bruises, the blonde rained hits down across the delicate flesh until half suffocated cries began to escape and the girl tried to squirm away, pretty legs parting as she tried to gain traction. The blonde used the shift to her advantage, laying open handed slaps over her exposed asshole and pussy.
“Now, this is how a kitten crawls,” Carol shoved three fingers deep into the young woman’s cunt, eliciting a high-pitched cry as she tried to press her thighs together to prevent further intrusion. Blue eyes lit with excitement and she lifted their kitten with the hand on the back of her neck, bringing the young woman back to her hands and knees. “Come.”
She tugged on their kitten’s neck, shoving her fingers to the hilt in her pussy to jolt her forward. The blonde continued, forcing the young woman to crawl forward several paces before she removed both hands and stood back. The kitten was teary eyed from the rough treatment, pretty face twisted with fear and humiliation that practically flooded the blonde’s cunt with desire.
“Come, kitten,” she pointed to the floor in front of her feet once more and immediately the young woman crawled on her hands and knees until her body occupied the correct space. “Good girl, kitten!”
Carol smiled at the way the young woman’s face twisted at the praise,looking disgusted and shamed. The resolve in her eyes was holding strong, resilient despite her mortification and Carol was almost proud of the kitten. The blonde continued moving away and forcing the girl to crawl to her several more times, until she was sure their kitten was keeping her injured leg raised properly.
“It’s not so much that you need to learn to come,” Carol enjoyed the small hint of frustration that showed on her face as the blonde continued to speak, the words meaning absolutely nothing. “But you need to learn that from now on you crawl because you’re just a little kitten. Just a little pussy,you understand? A pretty little pussy that belongsto us.”
Their kitten’s lower lip trembled just slightly as Carol moved towards the window, once again not understanding the words but easily able to read the tone.It was salacious and threatening and uncompromising; it was filled with promise. The blonde’s smile sharpened again as she lifted one leg and set it on the trunk beside her, shifting the airy layers of her dress until her wet cunt was visible.
“Come.”
With the intent so clear, their kitten was practically paralyzed with indecision and Carol could see it in her face; the determination to endure was at war with crippling humiliation and the need to fight back. Her lips twisted, eyebrows furrowing in frustration and helplessness. It was precious.
“Do you really want to see what happens when you disobey?” The blonde hummed derisively before gesturing the young woman forward again, generously giving her a second chance. “Come.”
Carol gave her several seconds before clicking her tongue and advancing forward, fast enough that the other woman couldn’t scramble back. She had their kitten prone on her back in a blink, whining in pain as her injured leg was jostled in the process—the blonde would have it reset before she allowed their pet to act out.
“Let’s get all those pesky thoughts out of your silly brain, Kitten,” she purred, smile salacious and frightening as she balanced on her knees over the other woman’s face. “You don’t make decisions, you follow fucking orders.”
A pleasured sigh escaped her as she lowered herself onto their kitten’s face, clit rubbing over the nip of her nose while her wet cunt settled over her mouth. Almost immediately the younger woman was kicking out with her good leg, arms wrapping around Carol’s thighs in an attempt to yank her away. The blonde’s head fell back, the desperate, minute shifts of their kitten’s head was rubbing just the right way in combination with the brutal grind of her hips. Her panic made her short of breath, she needed air.
Surprise had Carol’s eyes popping open, not that she’d realized she closed them, when their kitten actually managed to drag her hips back enough that she could catch several gasping breaths. Her lips and chin were dripping with the blonde’s arousal, pretty eyes wide and frightened. The slap that landed across her face made said eyes squeeze shut, their kitten crying out with pain when Carol cracked her hand against the other side of the young woman’s face right after.
“Hey! I decide when you breathe, you dumb pussy,” the blonde gave another pair of sharp slaps. “You don’t fucking move—”
She took advantage of their kitten’s mouth opening as she gasped for air, the burning pain in her cheeks making her heart pound and her brain plead for oxygen. Carol immediately flattened herself over the younger woman’s face, grinding her cunt against the slippery wet heat of her sweet mouth. A loud moan escaped the blonde, finding the perfect position before grinding her clit roughly into their kitten’s nose. Her hips moved with brutal fervor, completely ignoring the other woman’s struggling and cries—until she managed to turn her head again.
“Bad girl!” Carol shifted immediately to kneel above her again, slapping her into a daze before shuffling around to sit facing the opposite direction above her face. She positioned her pussy over her mouth again and settled down just as their kitten was starting to regain her senses.
The blonde used the change in position to pin the younger woman’s arms across her chest with one hand while the other reached between her flailing legs to rain painful slaps against her cunt. Her hips ground continuously into their kitten’s face all the while, chasing the pleasure until she could tell the other woman was getting close to passing out.
“Now you breathe,” the blonde murmured, raising her weight up enough that their kitten could wheeze for several long moments, entire body trembling from oxygen deprivation and fear while she choked on sobs. “Again.”
Carol was determined to find her orgasm while riding her pretty face. Their kitten heaved desperately just before the blonde could lower her weight again but was too weak to truly fight, going limp beneath her minus the fine tremors. The blonde’s hips moved with an assuredness that betrayed the frequency in which she participated in such an act—she knew exactly how far she could push and the goal was to fuck their kitten’s brain out. Feeling the struggles cease below her set Carol over the edge, grinding her orgasm out cruelly while their kitten floated in and out of consciousness.
“No thoughts in that pretty head now, are there?” She cooed, lifting herself up onto her knees and turning so she could look down into their kitten’s face. “Awh, not one. You don’t need to think, you just need to obey. Now, let’s try this again.”
The blonde tugged and manipulated their kitten back onto her knees while she herself stood up, leaving the young woman on all fours while she retreated back to the trunk. This time, Carol shucked her draped dress entirely and stood bare, one leg propped up to spread her cunt.
“Come.”
Immediately she shuffled forward on all fours, unsteadily and slowly but moving without hesitation, nonetheless. Carol’s smile was sharp enough to cut diamonds, all teeth and self-satisfaction as she watched their kitten come to a stop directly in front of her. She grabbed the back of the other woman’s head and forced her to look up, tugging until her face was practically pressed against her cunt once again.
“Clean up the mess you made,” Carol slipped her finger in their kitten’s mouth easily and tapped her tongue deliberately before directing her head once again. “Clean up, Kitten.”
The empress gave her a fair amount of time to try to parse out what was expected of her before the blonde forced her mouth open wide, and tapped her tongue with more force. “Stupid little pussy, you’ve got no higher thought, do you? Clean. Up.”
Her tongue poked out hesitantly and the blonde stroked her hand over the back of her head, pulling her closer. The young woman gave only the slightest hint of hesitation before carefully swiping her flattened tongue up Carol’s slit, jerking back slightly to see the blonde’s expression. Encouraged by the lack of anger or frustration their kitten, pretty eyes devoid of all intelligence still locked on the other woman’s face, carefully reattached her lips and tongue to her pussy.
“Ohh, you’ve eaten pussy before, haven’t you Kitten?” She moaned loudly, almost taken aback by how skillfultheir kitten was with her sweet mouth. “You gonna make me cum again? Yeah? Good girl.”
The blonde’s hands found purchase on the back of their kitten’s head, keeping her firmly pressed against her mound. She hadn’t planned to cum again, hadn’t intended to make the young woman eat her out so fervently but fuck,she was good and Carol didn’t want her going anywhere. Especially when the door silently opened and Val stepped in, eyebrows rising on her forehead in shock.
“Well, what in the world do we have here?”
content warnings: noncon fingering, oral, facesitting, suffocation, degradation, pet play, spanking (am i missing anything?)
summary:Shitty, shitty bars can still have pretty, pretty bartenders.
Carol’s got a night off and you work as a bartender while you study to become a statistician. A one-night stand situation.
pairing:Carol Danvers x Reader
words:2,592
trigger warnings: one-night stands, daddy kink, light choking, strap ons, angst if you really squint
notes:this was written for @shay-iamiam ‘s 800 follower writing challenge. my prompt was “i have a name, and it’s not sweetheart” and has been bolded within the fic !!
The walk is about three and a half blocks, the hood of her AIR FORCE hoodie pulled up the whole time as if to dare any pick pocket and low life in the city to test her self-defense abilities. Nobody she passes looks at her for more than half a second, just how she wants it.
In front of her destination is a neon sign that’s nearly dulled - as if too old to support its own brightness anymore. It’s almost hidden among the other, flashier billboards and car lights and God knows what else the civilians in this town use to be seen these days. Regardless, it catches Carol’s eye.
carol danvers + letter I from the fanfic alphabet for @fangirlsarah16
pairing:carol danvers x reader
theme:intoxication/drunken confession
warnings:drinking
fandom:marvel
It wasn’t uncommon for you, Maria, and Carol to go out for drinks. In fact you did this whenever you got time off the airbase and Maria managed to find someone to babysit Monica. Tonight was karaoke night at your favourite bar and naturally the three of you took advantage.
You had had a couple drinks but nothing too crazy. Carol on the other hand was plastered. You couldn’t really blame her. She had just gotten a huge promotion and now she was celebrating. So you let your friend do her thing.
At this point Carol was so drunk that she was now volunteering to sing for the crowd. You had to slap a hand over your mouth to contain your giggles as you watched Carol climb to the stage. Maria is also shaking her head with an amused smile on her lips. “Oh here we go”.
“Hello everyone!” Carol slurs into the microphone once it’s handed to her. This was definitely going to be an interesting show. “I’m dedicating this song to the love of my life, [Y/N]”.
That last part takes you off guard. Your eyes are still wide in surprise when Queen’s “I Was Born To Love You” starts playing and Carol begins singing alone. What did she mean by the love of her life? You and Carol were friends, not dating or anything. Was this a joke? Because you seriously weren’t laughing.
Confused, you turn to Maria who’s wincing at Carol’s mistake. “Um, I don’t think this is how she wanted to tell you that she’s fallen for you” Maria laughs awkwardly. “Let’s both agree not to ask her about this until she’s sobered up. Then she’ll be able to confess to you properly”.
Meanwhile Carol is still shouting the heartfelt lyrics in the background. “I was born to love you. With every single beat of my heart. Yes, I was born to take care of you, honey. Every single day of my life”.
Imagine reuniting with Carol after disappearing during the snap.
requested by: @patrick-stumps-thighs !! thanks for requesting my love <3 warnings: a bit of injury, battle, peter parker being precious (as always)
Peter couldn’t quite hold it. The ships’ blasts were smashing everything, and clearly someone was aiming for the boy - he was hopping all over the place, dodging as far as he could, clinging to the gauntlet, but it wasn’t enough.
The blasts kept coming, and coming, and the ground beneath your feet shook so much that your ankles stung. You had to fight to stay on your feet, pushing yourself towards the Spider kid as he crumpled to the ground beneath the sheer heat and vibrations of the guns. But they were coming for the gauntlet, and you’d be damned if you let them have it now that you were finally back.
Your knees trembled from the fatigue, the shaking ground making it only more impossible to stumble towards it, so you dove for the gauntlet.
You strained your body, soaring through the air and making a grab for it, your fingers only just grasping the edge-
A searing pain through your side.
Your fists clenched and your body curled around your prize, restricting from the white hot pain.
You hit the ground hard, the side of your face scraping along the dust and rubble until it landed in Peter’s side. The gunfire drowned out Peter’s worried ramblings and crying, and he curled around your screaming, writhing form, trying to protect you from the rest of the blasts.
Until suddenly you could hear Peter’s tear-soaked mumblings in your ear. The gunfire had stopped.
But you couldn’t bring yourself to look. You clutched at your side which burned beneath your touch, crimson slipping from the gash in your suit, and your face stinging from the tears in your open graze.
But Peter’s words, terrified though they were, trembling with his body, gave you something to focus on. “We’re okay, Miss. We’re alive, we’re living! It’s good!”
You grit your teeth, forcing your cries to stop. You distanced yourself, put the pain aside the best you could. It was only pain; you’d had it before. Never quite like this, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.
You breathed, clutching the gauntlet, feeling the cold against your hands. You focused on it, let that calm coolness take over your body. And then-
A hand on your shoulder. No, not Peter’s. Firmer, stronger.
You turned your head, prepared to kick them to shit if they tried to take the gauntlet from you, but there was no need.
You looked up to meet the eyes of your love. Carol.
“Hang in there, soldier.”
You choked on a gasp and scrambled out of Peter’s hold, the gauntlet lay forgotten beside him until he gathered it into his own arms. You cried out in a mix of pain and relief as you threw yourself at your girlfriend, who you hadn’t seen in - well, you couldn’t be sure. But it was far too long.
Your arms fixed firmly around her shoulders and she held your waist delicately, making a mental note of the mess on your side. A hand found its way to your back, rubbing up and down in soothing motions, and you were sure you could feel her shaking a little.
You brushed your eyes dry and pulled back to look her in the face, and were greeted with a glimmer of liquid happiness in her eyes, a sincere curve to her lip.
“Wow, you…” You held her shoulders, and gave them a squeeze as you looked for the words. “Hair. Good.”
She gave a teary laugh and nodded, her lips landing repeatedly over the uninjured part of your face before they pressed to your own lips, wistful and tender. You could swear the warmth of her kiss pushed the pain all over your body away, until you felt nothing but gentle tingles where it used to be.
But nonetheless, she broke away and set you gently back down onto the ground, though her hands grasped yours for a little while. “Stay out of this now, that’s gonna hurt tomorrow,” she gestured to your side. “I got your back.” And with that, she squeezed your hands and let go, straightening up to full height again and blinking her tears away.
She cleared her throat, looked at the boy in blue and red on the floor, who’d been beaten black and blue, clutching a golden glove. His voice was scratchy and tired, but ever sweet. “H-hi, I’m Peter Parker.”
a/n: okay sO! This is self indulgent once again but also some wanted part 2 so tada! here it is! This is heavy as fuck and I honestly love it. Anywho! As always, I hope you guys enjoy & sorry for any typos!
warnings: fingering, masturbation, toy use, blowjob captain kink, squirting, phone sex (?), light degradation & praising, dom!carol, sub!r, cursing
18+ readers only! Do not repost/plagiarize my work anywhere else!
