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alrighty! you found: the thirst zone.  18+ smut fic blog written by: holly. 20. est. usesless bottom. i write mostly marvel... but who's to say i won't try others. ( mostly wlw, kinky shit with reader insert.)

[captainmymarvel]

hahahhaa this isn’t my blog anymore so peep my latest post on where u can find me now - - but i’m popping in to ask the rpc if a big brother (tv show) rp would be something that would be wanted? (to make up for the HORROR that was last season)

[captainmymarvel]

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!!!! i am moving from a side blog to a main blog, just so i can better organize my stuff ! i can now be found at @scarletxswitch !!!! i will not be posting here anymore!! stay tuned too because office hours pt. 2 is gonna be posted on @scarletxswitch TODAY! yay. ok, pls follow that blog bc this one is gonna be dead, the end. ily all!!

[captainmymarvel]

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!!!! i am moving from a side blog to a main blog, just so i can better organize my stuff ! i can now be found at @scarletxswitch !!!! i will not be posting here anymore!! stay tuned too because office hours pt. 2 is gonna be posted on @scarletxswitch TODAY! yay. ok, pls follow that blog bc this one is gonna be dead, the end. ily all!!

[captainmymarvel]

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!!!! i am moving from a side blog to a main blog, just so i can better organize my stuff ! i can now be found at @scarletxswitch !!!! i will not be posting here anymore!! stay tuned too because office hours pt. 2 is gonna be posted on @scarletxswitch TODAY! yay. ok, pls follow that blog bc this one is gonna be dead, the end. ily all!!

[darling-little-doe]

Wild Nights | C. Danvers

Summary: Peter drags you to a party you hate, but you end up enjoying the night in a different way.

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader

For the anonymous prompt “College/School AU with fuck boi Carol (Endgame hair of course) with a shy reader. Smut por favor!!” and for the Kinktober prompts “pegging” and “leather” so I can pretend I’m going to finish my Kinktober list.

Warnings/Tags: College AU, frat parties, fuckboi!Carol, daddy kink, pegging, multiple orgasms, mild degradation, cunnilingus, dirty talk, flirting

Word Count: 2.3k

Okay, a leather jacket hardly counts as leather kink but I’m just checking my boxes here. This one got long because there’s a bit to get through before the smut, but oh well. This was a lot of fun to write. Enjoy!

“Hey,”  Peter’s cheerful voice came from behind you as you were leaving Philosophy 101.

You smiled at him, keeping pace. “Hi, Pete. How are you?”

Peter grinned. “Good. Have you heard about the party at one of the frat houses?”

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[captainmymarvel]

hi !!! i’m drunk !! and i was nat for halloween and the first time in my life i felt like a top i???

[gerriswife]

Lily Rabe in AHS 1984 “The Lady in White”

She was outstanding as always and played Lavinia perfectly! Loved having her back it’s what we deserve!!

[topcaroldanvers]

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[captainmymarvel]

DONT MIND ME JUST SWEATING PROFUSELY GOD IM GAY

[topcaroldanvers]

Love to Show You Off, Show What’s Mine

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff/Reader; Carol Danvers/Wanda Maximoff

Prompt: Exhibitionism - Kinktober2019

Warnings/Tags: Mechanic Nat, Exhibitionism, Daddy Kink/Sir Kink

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[captainmymarvel]

full disclosure i cant focus on class bc im brainstorming ideas for pt 2 of office hours send help

[adeles]

Damn Natasha, back at it again with the thigh choke

[captainmymarvel]

OFFICE HOURS (PT. 1)

pairing: wanda x fem!reader, carol x fem!reader, wanda x carol

warnings/content: nsf.w (smut on it’s way but still sexual). 18+ (NO MINORS), sub/dom, threesome forshadowing, professor/student relationship. 

word count: 1.1k

a/n: hey guys! i’m back ... i’ve been drowning in school work and absorbed by my big time crush on my professor .... so here this is. take another college au fic with professor!wanda and professor!carol. this is part one, and there’s no smut but... it’s coming. 

it was the first day of classes this semester, and of course, you were thrown into a class with a professor who couldn’t be found on rate my professor. 

things weren’t all bad, however. you were in class with your four best friends: miles, gwen, cindy and peter. the five of you were kind of known on campus for being inseparable - and when you were together it was a guaranteed shit show.  even your student advisor, professor drew, knew this, and since it was a small campus - - boy, did she work to assure the five of you weren’t together. . . that didn’t work in her favor. 

you almost felt bad as you and your friends ran into the philosophy of mind class, truly switching up the vibe in the small classroom, making a show as your play scuffle with gwen ended up with both of you crashing into a desk, sending the chair over onto its side as cindy recorded the fake fight and miles and peter narrated the fight like wwe announcers. your professor just watched in horror, before clearing her throat. that didn’t stop the tussle, as gwen had you wrapped in a headlock. it took a, “hey!” from the woman at the front of the classroom to get the gimmick to quit. 

a choir of ‘sorry’s’ left everyone’s mouth, miles and peter quickly and quietly sat down, cindy turned off her phone and gwen backed off of you - - but you? you stayed still, finally seeing your professor for the first time. you were caught like a deer in headlights. god, you’ve never seen anyone like her. you knew, right then and there. . . this was going to be a long semester. it was a habit for you to fall head over heels for your professors. for example: dr. danvers who taught your intro to astronomy class. you’d taken - and failed - chemistry for engineers just to try to get close to her - even though your advisor; dr. danvers’ known best friend told you it was a BAD idea. not to mention, you even went the complete long way around campus to see her lead rotc. so, you saw this as a real slippery slope.

“alright, class. that’s 12:00, it’s time to start.” as soon as she opened her mouth, you felt dizzy with the accent that fell from her lips, and it wasn’t long until you were completely zoned out. “i’m professor maximoff, and today . . .” her words going over the syllabus became muted to you as you studied every curve, every mannerism, every little detail of her features. your head in your hands as your thoughts diverged into dirty territory. reaching down for your phone, you immediately began typing in the squad’s group message- to see if they saw what you did, when her voice rang in your ear... a very demanding, “phone away.” it made you melt. you needed more of that. it was now your mission to pull that tone out of her every. single. day. 

you needed her attention. craved it. 

-

the days went on, and on. the only homework you did every night before that lecture was finding ways to make her crack. you wanted her to punish you for acting up. you didn’t care if you failed at this point, because you knew you wouldn’t if you played your cards right. getting up to fill your waterbottle in class, you’d drop the loud metal container against the hard floor and interrupt the class with an ‘oops.’ you’d leave the room to go to the bathroom and lock the door behind you only to knock to get back in, pulling her from lecture. you started wearing the shortest bottoms you could find. you never did the homework. you’d eat in class (which was against the rules.). you’d talk to your friends out loud. once, you’d even taken out your laptop to ‘take notes’ but instead, opened netflix and turned your sound all the way up. you got her to move your desk to the front of the room, so you’d sit next to her as she taught to keep a close eye on you. hell, you lost all privileges to leave the room, and you had to turn your devices in at the beginning of class. . . 

but the best move you ever made, was coming into class ten minutes early, in a short skirt and the sexiest laced thong you owned. when you bent over to get your devices from your bag to turn them in, you made sure you were clear as day in wanda’s view. “hey, professor maximoff,” you purred, as you fished for your laptop - “i was wondering, based off last nights reading... do you believe that everything is PHYSICAL.” god, it sounded like it was out of a bad porno script, even as you said it. cindy was right. you should have cut that bit. 

you turned to face her again, her jaw was clenched, her face was red. but, she still coughed out an answer, “we don’t have enough time to get into that now... - come to my office hours immediately after class , and we can discuss.”

“perfect.” 

-

as the class was dismissed, you retrieved your devices, sent a wink to cindy - - who then filled in the others, and followed wanda down to her office. it sent a chill down your spine, and you were already aroused at the idea of just being alone with the young professor. as she closed the heavy door behind the both of you, and you took a seat right on her desk, she gave you a look - one that let you know that you were in trouble. “chair.” she demanded, and you quickly obliged. “what are you doing, ms. y/l/n?”

“i’m here to talk to you about ​physicalism, professor maximoff.” you played innocent, batting your lashes as you picked up a photo on her desk: immediately recognizing wanda and other campus professors at what was clearly a bar. “you’re friends with jessica, carol, clint and tony?” you asked, before she swiped the frame away, her round, vibrant blue eyes focused on the door before she put her attention back to you. you noticed, but thought nothing of it. 

“ that’s professor drew, dr. danvers, professor barton and dr. stark to you.” she corrected, before placing the frame down, placing her hands firmly on the desk and leaning forwards. “and i’ve been talking to them about you, all of whom a--”

“you talk about me, professor?” you speak, a sultry, teasing tone leaving your mouth. 

“don’t interrupt.” 

“yes, wanda.”

“ all of whom are familiar with you- -” a frustrated groan, as it hit her that you addressed her with her first name. “address me b- -”

“ wow, wanda...” she was cut off again, but not by you. 

by a stronger voice, one that was eerily familiar, one that you’ve fantasized about for nights on end - and then the voice placed a hand on your shoulder from behind you.

“... you really don’t know how to tame a brat, at all.”

you turned, to see the face that matched the voice. 

if it wasn’t carol danvers. 

i’m sorry, 

that’s dr. danvers to you. 

[captainmymarvel]

hey friends! i’m just about to start my next fic ( a professor!wanda college au! ) SO STAY TUNED. also, if you wanna know how much of a bottom i am... clcik the read more to see my newly updated bdsm quiz results. 

[captainmymarvel]

hi friends. i’m feeling particularly musey rn! so send any hcs, requests.... anything? pop by and say hi?? pls?

[rainbowkarolina]

Tessa⏤“I’m sure the lesbians could show you right after this panel”

Brie Larson and Tessa Thompson at ACE Comic Con

[peejayand33]

Brie Larson screaming for Gay Rights...

[captainmymarvel]

she’d never do that to me. / COLLEGE AU

pairing: nat x fem!reader

warnings: smut! (18+), light d/s, strap, light mommy kink, bisexual female reader w/ male hook up described. 

word count: 2k

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[captainmymarvel]

(IF YOU SAW THE TAGS THAT THE FIRST PART WAS A TRUE STORY!!! AFTER GHOSTING ME FOR A MONTH, TINDER FRAT GUY HIT ME WITH A “HEY U UP?” TEXT AT 3AM shhshsjskaoso)

[captainmymarvel]

she’d never do that to me. / COLLEGE AU

pairing: nat x fem!reader

warnings: smut! (18+), light d/s, strap, light mommy kink, bisexual female reader w/ male hook up described. 

word count: 2k

it was three weeks ago since you downloaded tinder - something that you managed to avoid your first three years of college. the decision came about when you and your three roommates, wanda, natasha and carol, were each a bottle of wine deep into your weekly ‘thursdays are for the roommates’ nights. all three of them protested, knowing that deep down, you weren’t the tinder type. it was no secret how kinky you were, and by far had a sex drive that couldn’t quit - but nobody could see you as a one night stand - mostly because everyone (especially carol) knew you had a scattering of consistent friends with benefits and never just a one off hookup with a stranger. you liked being with someone you trusted, and you liked the feeling of being known and knowing you mattered to someone- even if it was just a friend. 

your roommates, were pretty much right. three weeks of swiping mindlessly, avoiding all of the ‘heys’ and ‘u up?’ messages from girls and guys alike. there was one guy, however, that you had been talking with since the first night. he wasn’t vulgar like the other guys, and he seemed really interested in you. he was funny. he listened and for the time being, your mind switched from the state of craving a hookup to maybe seeing a relationship with him. it was scary, but you knew you just had to trust your gut and jump in. so that’s what you did, in your tipsy haze of the nightly thursday roommate night, laying in your bed at 3am - you got a ‘you wanna come over and watch a movie? you pick!’ text from him? you jumped at the idea. 

he lived in the frat house next to your dorm, so the walk was almost instant. he met you at the door, and lead you into their chapter room. you’d only been to this frat house for some parties, so it was wild to see the busy house so empty - - in a room you were never allowed in.  it was only 30 minutes into the movie when your tongues were down each others throat, you were straddling his lap, and ten minutes later - you were sucking his dick, right there on the chapter room’s couch. that lasted a full hour and a half. anytime he’d get close, he’d grab you by your shoulders and make out with you. or, he’d rip your shirt and bra off and attach his lips to your breast in the most uncomfortable, unsexy suction cup motion - then tell you that “you can go back down whenever you’d like.” which, you did, because you just wanted to get this over with to have some fun of your own. 

all your demands went unanswered, “please, just... fucking spank me.” you demanded from your position, as he left what was best described as a tap to your clothed ass. try again. “harder!” you plead, this time it was only slightly harder, but really didn’t do anything for you. frustrated, and tired, feeling like your jaw was going to combust, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. you had to make this somewhat better until you got ANYTHING in return. you began to imagine natasha - - why natasha? you had never fucked her before, nor have you ever really thought about it, but in this moment, the idea of this member, being nat’s strap -- filled your lace thong with more arousal than any other point of the night. you were so lost in your fantasy that you didn’t even knew he was coming until it was too late. god, you hated when guys finished in your mouth - - spitting the fluid to the floor. you got up from your position, beginning to remove your skin tight leggings from your body - - desperate at this point to reach some sort of pleasure. . . but he rose to his feet too and pulled up his pants. 

“god, y/n. you really tapped me out. lets go snuggle?” he spoke, as you stood there, naked from the waist up, mouth ajar at his words. 

“you’re done?”

“yeah, dude. i’m wiped. c’mon, lets go to bed.”

“but- - i didn’t even? are you fucking kidding me?”

“oh, you wanted to ...?”

“yes, i wanted to? what did you think?” you spoke, rightfully pissed off. as you started fumbling to get your bra and shirt on. you were so worked up, you had left your shirt behind and just threw on your sweatshirt. 

“let me at least walk you home?” he spoke through a yawn. 

“nah, it’s cool. you’re wiped, right?” you left without another word, slamming the frat house door shut and walking home with all your sexual frustrations taking over your body. you couldn’t get home to relieve yourself fast enough, not even worrying about waking wanda, carol and nat as you got home and slammed the apartment style dorm’s door, and then your own. 

it didn’t take long until you were laying in bed, with your hand down your pants, not even taking the time to remove your clothes - attacking your already desperate clit. you just needed to feel something in the moment, mind wandering back to natasha: knowing the redhead would never do to you what the tinder frat guy did. you needed more, throwing your pants across the room, you continued to work under your lace thong - reaching for your bullet that you kept in your bedside table, pressing it full blast against your clit while slipping your fingers in and out of yourself - dreaming deep of how much you craved for that to be nat giving you that pleasure. 

your dreams had manifested themselves, as you were snapped from your drowning feeling of desire as a familiar redhead’s voice rang out to the break the white-noised silence of your muffled moans and the vibration of your toy, “loverboy let you down, huh, baby?” her voice soft, leaving you on the bed, frozen in your actions - you just let out a small, almost frail ‘mhmm..’ she tsked, shaking her head. “i’d tell you i told you so, but something here tells me, you don’t want to hear it.” green eyes zone into you, as you just stay there like a deer in the headlights, “so instead of doing that, i can show you just how right i was. how does that sound?” you nodded frantically, the vibe working your sensitive bundle of nerves was already getting you pathetically close. 

your lack of words made natasha raise a brow, and cross her arms over her chest, “i guess not, then. since you seem to be having enough fun on your own,” she turned and went to leave the room. 

“natasha, wait! please!”

she didn’t listen, and you heard the door close behind her. little did you know, she did listen, she was just getting ready, sneaking a strap under her grey sweatpants. she came back to the room only minutes after. “what’d you say?”

“i want you, please, please fuck me? you - - you were right. i just want you to ... to show me.”

“say no more, baby.” she spoke, immediately moving to join you in the bed, moving her hand down to remove the vibrator and lightly smack your hand to have you remove your fingers from inside yourself. she began tracing soft, slow circles on your clit. “tell me, kitten, what happened? give me full details, please.” and so, you did, all of it. even to the point where you explained how you fantasized about her. as you complied, with every word out of your mouth she began giving in more and more to her stroking. adding more and more pressure with each circle she rubbed. she thought as she pulled away, taking your hand in hers, “lets go to the living room.” she spoke, and you obliged - knowing exactly where this was going. 

from there, natasha took full control, skipping over the movie and getting right to the point, pulling you onto her lap, hungrily and soulfully kissing you, as your lips crashed, you desperately grinded against her, catching the feeling of her strap pressing against your thong covered heat. you let out a surprised moan, and nat let out a deep, lustful chuckle, “you ready to take mommy’s cock, babygirl?” 

you nodded, eyes widening as she pulled down her waist band, the large strap flopping its way out. “it’s so much bigger than his was, mommy.” you purred, a devilish smirk lining your features, as you slipped down to get on your knees and you took as much of nat’s cock as you could, bobbing back and forth and making a show of it as your innocent filled eyes stared up at her. she took the opportunity to pull at your ponytail as you worked, and made sure to place hard enough spanks to your ass, ones that left you moaning in pleasure against the strap. 

“that’s my good little kitten. taking all of mommy, hm?” she purred in delight before pulling you back up, just as the frat boy had done, but instead, she removed your soaked through panties, then your sweatshirt, and then your bra - - before gasping in horror at the awful hickeys left on your breast, they made one big one, covering your entire left breast - - “i’m sorry, but -- baby, did you hook up with a leaf blower sized vacuum?” she tried to joke, shaking her head as her lips attached to your right nipple. nipping softly before twirling her tongue around the sensitive bud, while her fingers trailed down to collect your wetness, bringing her fingers to her lips, licking off the juices. “you taste so good, babygirl.” she praised, lining her cock up against your folds, before penetrating slowly, softly fucking up into you as you rode against the slick silicone. her plump lips met yours again with the same hunger, mostly to suppress your moans to not wake carol and wanda - as if they’d care too much, you’ve hooked up with both of them before. 

nat’s lips trailed from your lips, to place proper hickeys down your neck, as your head fell in the crook of her neck moaning into it and your hands roamed under her shirt as your nails clawed at her back. you were pretty close to finishing, but then you changed positions, with nat bending you over the arm of the couch as she absolutely railed you from behind,  one hand pulling on your ponytail as the other placed harsh spanks to your ass, leaving stinging red marks. this drove you wild, and there was no hiding your moans anymore, consider it wanda and carol’s alarm clock. “i’m - - i’m gonna come, mommy!”

“come for me, baby. you deserve it, my good girl.”

and that was all you needed. 

you took a few seconds to recover, chest heaving as you fell face down on the couch, completely blissed out. when you lived out your orgasm, you tugged at the harness, trying to remove it to reciprocate to nat, but she shook her head. 

“no, baby. i’m wiped. lets just go shower, kitten. we’ve got two hours until class.”

you protested a bit, explaining how you didn’t want to be like him, but she explained how she just wanted to make you feel good - and you couldn’t be mad at that. 

so, you took her hand in yours, and slipped off to the suite bathroom. 

you were right. she would never do to you what the tinder frat guy did.