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[jayankles]

Lucy Gives Up

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Powered!Reader

Summary: When Y/N’s trusty car breaks down things get a little steamy so she takes Wanda to place hidden between overgrown grass.

Word Count: 1207

Warnings: Smut (cunnilingus)

Written for:  @ladiesofmarvelbingo​ | @mcukinkbingo​

Squares Filled:  Stranded | holding hands

Kinktober Day 19: - Oral Sex @becs-bunker​ (i’m so sorry this took so long this one was not coming to me at the time.)

The sun was shining, it was a beautiful day. You had your girl in the car with you, well on your way to the beach; almost there, just one more hour to go. A few back roads later and the car decided to slow down before it totally gave out.

“Really? Come on, Lucy, don’t give up on me now!” You cried out, your hands hitting the steering wheel of your beloved car, Lucy. She had been with you for so long, but naturally she had given out when you and Wanda were headed to the beach (on one of the very few days where you didn’t have to go on a mission with the rest of the team. They had it covered but that didn’t take away the fact that the two of you were now sitting in a broken down car. If only your powers had been those skills of a mechanic.

“That would have been so hot, to see you bent over a car.” Wanda bit her lip, pulling her sunglasses down her nose and looking at you over them. “Sorry, it was just so prominent. I couldn’t help but hear it, then just the thought of you as a mechanic. Gives me all sorts of thoughts.”

“Well, thank you for still thinking I’m sexy after all these years.” You smiled, reaching over to weave your fingers with hers, her words instantly calming you.

Thankfully, you were able to pull over to the side of the road, not to be in the way of the other drivers, if they drove passed sporadically. She squeezed your hand back before releasing it, placing it on her bare thigh. “There is nothing in the world that would make me feel otherwise.”

“You’re the cutest.” You gave her a lopsided smile. “If I ever get out of line, you have my permission to use your powers to tell me to knock it off because you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Wanda’s arm flew to the back of the bench as she swiveled in her seat, pushing her sunglasses to the crown of her head. “I know, you tell me this every day and I love you for it and as for using my powers to tell you to knock it off.”

Wanda smirked, trailing off, her hand swaying and her fingers twirling, showcasing her red threads of magic.

“I love it when you do that, it’s so… breathtaking.”

She ignored you, her mind elsewhere as she lowered her hand slightly, her fingers barely above your skin but you could feel her. Every inch of your being clenched as her magic surrounded you, warming your insides and making you feel nothing but relaxed and warm.

You bit down on your lower lip, trying to hold yourself together but you were going to break any moment, you didn’t want that to happen. Not yet.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you breathed. “Get out of the car, right now.”

You hadn’t even given her time to get out of the car, her own two feet buckling under her when you made your way around the car and pushed her against the closing door. She tasted so sweet, the lip balm she wore burning your lips when you kissed her. The soft sting of her mango chapstick made you remember the first time you and Wanda shared a kiss. But right now, at this moment, she tasted so much better. She tasted like home and as dorky and as cliché as it sounded, you never felt that way before you met Wanda. You were completely consumed by her.

Wanda moaned against your lips before you pulled away, grabbing her hand and dragging her with you into the grass you made grow to be taller than you with just a touch of your hand to the floor. No one needed to see what you were going to do to Wanda.

The dry dirt road became luscious green personal forest, daisies and daffodils forming a circle against the edges of overgrown grass. Wanda gasped as she witnessed the grass interlocking and weaving into a makeshift bed. It was the greatest trick you had ever performed so far just for the two of you. You didn't use your abilities unless it was absolutely necessary to use them but you knew that Wanda was worth it and your powers weren't hurting anyone; quite the opposite actually. You just wanted everything to be perfect for her. And you hoped that it would be. She got to her knees next to you, her hand closing over yours, you could feel her ever growing warmth spreading across the back of your hand. 

When you were sure that your handiwork was perfect and unbreakable, you locked your eyes with hers and smiled. You just wanted to be with her, consumed by her and that was exactly what you were going to do. You were thankful she wore a skirt, it would be so much easier to get to her core.

Taking her hand in yours, you pulled her close, leading her to the weaved bed. Wanda lays on her back and you follow her down, kissing her once more before you make your descent down the length of her body. You watch as she quivers underneath you, anticipating each and every one of your movements. Suddenly you had no control and you were already at her clothed pussy, mouthing over her dampening panties. Wanda gasped but you knew she had a part to play in her own pleasure when her panties weren’t there anymore and you were licking at her bare clit, tongue driving straight into her pussy. 

She tasted heavenly, your tongue flicking over her sensitive nub, watching her as she writhed beneath you, trying to hold in her cries.

“No, baby, let me hear you. There’s no one here but you’re mine. I wanna hear you.”

She groaned, somewhere between a strangled cry and pleasure, you knew your tongue was working well against her. It flicked over her clit, back and forth until she was writhing beneath you, hips moving on her own accord but you used your powers to hold her down. Moaning against her, your tongue began to make figure eights around her pussy. Your fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs, pulling her closer to your face.

Her scream alerts you of her impending climax and you don’t stop until you know she has reached the edge and tumbled over, her juice dripping from her pussy. Pulling back, you lick your lips before you return to her weeping cunt, slurping up all her leaking arousal.

You give her clit one last kiss and trail your lips up her body, the grass untangling itself from her body, hiding back underground. 

“I have something to confess.” Wanda bites down on lower lip, trying to regain her composure. “The car didn't really break down.”

You would be mad at her but you knew that one look from her and she could distract you from anything and everything else. “If you wanted me to eat you out you could have just asked. Let’s just go to the beach before we miss all the good spots.”

[gavilansblog]

Higher, Further, Faster, Forever

When I saw the picture of them holding hands I just knew I had to make a wedding board for them. I love my space lesbians! They get married outdoors on Maria’s property, and Monica insists on a galaxy-themed cupcake tower because her new mom is from space. 

This is my second fill for @ladiesofmarvelbingo​

Title: Higher, Further, Faster, Forever Content Creator: Gavilan  Square Filled: M5 - Happily Ever After Rating: G Pairing: Carol/Maria Content Warnings: Picture of food (cupcakes) Summary: Carol and Maria affirm their love in a star-filled wedding.

[nivellesart]

Fill for the @ladiesofmarvelbingo

Square Filled: Hope Van Dyne (O2)

[rebelmeg]

Rebelmeg’s Ladies of Marvel Bingo 2020

W1 -  Pepperony’s 12 Days of Christmas | Pepperony | Gen | A themed moodboard story of Pepperony’s 12 Days of Christmas.

W2 - Family Photos | Iron Family | Gen | fanfic - Pepper takes a video of Tony and Morgan.

W3 - 5 Worse Things Pepper Caught Tony Doing + 1 Better Thing - Chapter 1: Sending Extravagant Wedding Gifts to Total Strangers  | pre-Pepperony | Teen | fanfic - New PA Pepper discovers one of Mr. Stark's odder rituals.

W4 - Lakehouse Coffee Date  | Pepper & Phil, Iron Family | Gen | fanfic - Phil and Pepper have another one of their coffee dates, Pepper reflects on her life as a mom and wife, and FRIDAY isn't great at keeping secrets.

W5 -  Pepperony Stars moodboard  | Pepperony | Gen | “The stars have always been in your eyes, and I’m pretty lost in the stars tonight.”

O1 - Purr In Your Pocket  | Iron Family | Gen | fanfic - Tony has attempted to smuggle another forbidden item into his menagerie. Pepper is not fooled, but darn it if her husband isn't really cute when he's doing something he shouldn't.

O2 -  Little Red Riding Hood moodboard and drabble  | Iron Family | Gen | Tony is a crooner, Pepper’s almost a swooner, and teenage Morgan thinks they’re both disgusting.

O4 - I Went to the County Fair and All I Got Was This Alpaca  | Pepperony | Gen | fanfic collab with @newnewyorker93 - Pepper has been doing her best to help Tony manage his depression after the Snap. A surprise encounter at the county fair gives her an idea for one more thing she can try...

M3 - 5 Worse Things Pepper Caught Tony Doing + 1 Better Thing - Chapter 6: Playing With the Bots After Making a Huge Anonymous Donation | pre-Pepperony | Teen | fanfic - It's almost offensive how fast Pepper's bad mood evaporates when she sees the soft, sweet, and incredibly generous side of Tony.

M5 - Rebelmeg Drabbles - Chapter 15: Midnight Visitor  | Iron Family | Gen | drabble - Tony and Pepper have a wee nighttime visitor.

E1 - Kiss for a Kiss | Iron Family | Gen | fanfic collab with @newnewyorker93​ -  After a full day of Halloween festivities at SI, Pepper heads home for some much more personal tricks and treats.

E3 - The Start of Something New | Pepperony | Teen | fanfic - After their first kiss on the rooftop, Pepper and Tony arrange a way to figure out this new thing they've got started between them.

E4 - Rebelmeg Drabbles - Chapter 16: Devastated | Tony & Carol, Rhodey/Carol | Gen | drabble - Carol brings back the Xorrian elixir for Tony, and finds out another part of her past she’d forgotten. A friendship and a relationship she’d forgotten.

N2 - Snot Monster | Pepperony | Gen | fanfic - Pepper caught a cold, and Tony is a very amused and diligent nurse.

N5 - Stay moodboard | BuckyNat | Gen | BuckyNat moodboard of their past, present, and hinted plans for a future.

[nixies-creations]

For @ladiesofmarvelbingo.  

Vampire AU.

Title: A Walk In The Dark. Content Creator(s): nixies-creations (me). Square Filled: M3 -  Free Space. Rating: Gen. Pairing(s): Natasha Romanov x Bucky Barnes. Warning(s)/Trigger(s): None.

[juuls]

For @stb-bingo​, @ladiesofmarvelbingo​, and @tonystarkbingo​

Title: Project A.R.I. TSB Card # 4065 TSB Participant: Juulna TSB Square # S-4 [Stuckony]

STB Square # N-1 [Bots as Children]

LOMB Square # N-3 [Established Relationship]

Rating: Not Rated Words: 2,359 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Additional Tags: Female Tony Stark, Established Relationship, Wow since when do I write that?, Post-Endgame, Alternate Canon, Parent Tony Stark, Bots as Children, Surprises, It's hard to surprise supersoldiers, Arecibo Observatory & Telescope, Toni adopts Arecibo because of course she does, Inspired by Real Events, RIP Arecibo, Not Beta Read, Scientific Mistakes Likely Abound

Summary: When Toni heard that Arecibo---one of her favourite scientific objects in the world---was going to be decommissioned, well she couldn't have that, now could she?? She tries to surprise her husbands, but instead ends up being the one pleasantly surprised---and very much loved.

[starrnobella]

Friends of the Undead

Penname: starrnobella Fandom(s): Marvel, Thor Challenge: Friends Darcy Lewis Bingo 2020 Square: Y3: Darcy x Jane Ladies of Marvel Bingo 2020 Square: O4: AU: Haunted House Pairing(s): Jane Foster & Darcy Lewis Rating: General Audience Summary: Halloween is always a little more fun with friends and scary adventures. Word Count: 1140 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/31DaysofWriting/works/26956129

Created for @ladiesofmarvelbingo and @darcylewisbingo​

[ladiesofmarvelbingo]

Round 2 Sign Ups are Open!

It’s July 1st, which means sign ups are officially open for round two! 

Sign Up Here

Important dates for round two:

1 July 2020 - Sign Ups are Open

31 July 2020 - Sign Ups Close

5 August 2020 - Cards Sent Out

19 August 2020 - Square Changes Close

5 September 2020 - Late Sign Ups Open

31 May 2021 - Late Sign Ups Close

30 June 2021 - Last Day to Submit Fills

1-7 July 2021 - Masterposts are Due

What counts as a fill?

Written Work: needs to be at least 250 words, unless it’s a drabble then 100 words exactly). If you’re doing poetry, then it must be paired with a moodboard, gifset, or graphic. 

Art Work: must be at least 300px x 300px. physical art must be at least 3 inches by 3 inches. 

Gifsets: must have at least 4 images. 

Moodboards: must have at least 9 images. 

Graphics: must have at least 2 images. 

Playlists:  must have a cover art and at least 8 songs. 

Fanvids: must be at least 50 seconds. 

Other: We also accept art & crafts such as crocheting, knitting, sewing, makeup, cosplay, etcetera! 

FAQ

If you have any questions, please consult the FAQ before asking mods – most of your questions are most likely answered there!  If none of the questions you have aren’t there, then you are more than welcome to drop them in our ask box or if it’s more comfortable, you can send a message to @sweeetmonstrosity and I will get back to you as soon as possible! :)

--Peaches and Peanut

[crafting-alchemist]

Spider Gwen Vinyl sticker

For the Ladies of marvel bingo! @ladiesofmarvelbingo​

Square Filled: Y1 Gwen Stacy

I made a spider Gwen using my cricut for my japanese notebook! I love how it turned out

[shakespeareanqueer]

Psych (Part 2 - Do A Flip)

Summary: It’s the plot of Spider-Man: Homecoming, but if Carol Danvers and Maria Rambeaux were there solving it like a case because Carol is a fake psychic detective (like the TV show Psych)

WC: 2,170 words 🍍Contents: Minor violence, fake psychic-ing, real alien weapons

A/N: I love Psych; it is my favorite show in the whole wide world. I’m going through and re-watching and I love it so much! This is a Psych AU where Carol Danvers is Shawn Spencer, Maria Rambeau is Burton Guster, Maria Hill is Carlton Lassiter, Phil Coulson is Juliet O’Hara, Nick Fury is Chief Karen Vick, and Talos is Woody. Also featuring Peter Parker and my own OC, Dave the sketch artist. Enjoy!

This is for Ladies of Marvel Bingo! L2: Genre-Police Procedural. I saw advice not to put links in fic posts, so I’ll reblog tagging them, my taglist, and also with a link to my masterlist and my taglist.

After some delicious jerk chicken from their favorite joint, Carol and Beau made their way to the police station to keep working on the Delmar’s case. Since Carol wasn’t actually a psychic, she needed to surreptitiously do some snooping around the evidence, witnesses and detectives working on the case. She usually disguised this activity by acting like an idiot who was just fooling around. Which wasn’t out of character, per se, but she was also working.

Just as they walked in, Coulson was dropping a teenage boy off at the reception desk to fill out his check-out paperwork. Coulson and/or Hill must have been questioning him, but the forms he was being presented weren’t bail forms, so it was purely investigative and he wasn’t a suspect.

Something was off about the kid, but Carol couldn’t put her finger on what it was. He was skittish and clearly anxious, a relatively short boy, and despite the lack of spectacles, he was clearly a huge nerd (he had a t-shirt on with Einstein’s face and some pun about gravity that went over Carol’s head). He was brunet with big, emotive brown eyes and a cute nervous smile; the word “puppy dog” came to Carol’s mind as an apt descriptor.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Carol greeted Hill at her desk. She was greeted back with a roll of the eyes.

“What do you want, Danvers?” Hill asked.

“You know I need to be close to the action to get the tinglies going.” Carol wiggled her fingers near her head.

“Never say that combination of words ever again,” Beau advised Carol with her own eye roll. “Who’s the kid?” she asked Hill.

“Why don’t you ask the psychic?” Hill asked sarcastically, but Carol was seemingly distracted ‘listening’ to the stapler.

Hill sighed and explained, thinking Carol wasn’t paying attention, but she was. “The kid was brought in as a witness on the Delmar deli fire-slash-21st Street bank robbery. Peter Parker. His DNA was all over the deli, but it’s just from his visit there that afternoon. He’s a regular and it must not have been the most sanitary of establishments.”

Beau pointed a finger in Hill’s face. “Hey, Delmar’s had the best damn sandwiches in Queens, and was the pinnacle of good business practice.”

Hill put up her hands in surrender. “I’m just relaying the facts.”

“Did he provide any information useful to the case?” Beau asked.

Hill shrugged. “Nah, he wasn’t there at the time, obviously. All he had was a lot of praise for Delmar,” she answered. “Just an antsy and annoying kid, honestly.”

The ‘antsy and annoying kid’ was finishing up his paperwork, and Carol had the distinct feeling he knew more than he had let on.

“He might have been more helpful if Hill hadn’t made him so nervous,” Coulson admonished, approaching the desk with an armful of paperwork for her superior to proofread. “I told you intimidation wasn’t the right play; he’s just a kid.”

“Bah.” Hill brushed her off and snatched the files out of her hand.

Parker’s bulging backpack was open slightly, and Carol could see the insane number of books inside. Huge, brick-like textbooks and also an antique computer with a battery the size of a small car. The satchel should have broken the back of any reasonable person without Captain America’s strength, but Peter picked it up and slung it over his shoulder like it was no heavier than an empty garbage bag.

Carol clutched Beau’s elbow and began to move them both towards the door without a word.  

While observing him exit the building, Carol thought she figured why he seemed so off: he was reacting to stimuli he shouldn’t be able to perceive. Carol was uncannily observant, more so than the average un-enhanced person, but she didn’t have superpowers; she simply noticed things. Small things, like the single ant scurrying inside as Peter opened the door, or the vibration of the phone of the officer manning the desk from deep inside her purse. Peter was noticing these things too, Carol could tell by his reactions, but he was also noticing things he shouldn’t have been able to sense at all. Carol could hear a uniformed officer’s music through his headphones very, very, very faintly behind her. Peter was far enough in front of her that there was no reason he should have been able to hear the melody whatsoever, and yet he was tapping his fingers against his thigh to the rhythm, and as they neared, Carol realized was humming along under his breath.

Once through the doors, Carol held Beau back and they lingered at the top of the precinct stairs while Peter loitered at the bottom, glancing occasionally at his phone. Waiting for his ride, Carol supposed.

Through the gap in the zipper of his backpack, Carol spotted something made of red stretchy fabric, and a flash of bright blue. The pieces clicked.

Carol leaned into Beau and whispered in her ear, so softly no one even a foot away from them should be able to hear, let alone someone at the bottom of the stairs,”What was it you you were saying about Spider-Man earlier?”

“What?” Beau asked at an equal whisper, though not yet understanding why they were keeping their voices soft. “That he shoots webs out of his ass?” she asked, and Carol observed the tiniest twitch of a subconscious reaction out of the teenage boy who should have been entirely out of hearing range. “Or that he has super hearing?” Beau continued.

Carol smirked. “The second one,” she said. “Which I can now confirm. And I’m pretty sure I can categorically deny the first thing, which is honestly just disappointing. What’s the point of having spider-related powers you can’t even shoot webs out of your butt?

“Don’t you agree, kid?” she called down to Peter.

He winced, a large enough movement for even Beau to notice, then finally turned and looked up at the pair of private detectives.

“How did you know?” he asked dejectedly.

“I’m a psychic,” Carol declared. “I know a lot of things.”

“You’re saying that’s…?” Beau whispered furiously to Carol. She nodded, as did Peter, though he had no business hearing her hushed inquiry from the distance. “But he’s just a kid!”

Carol shrugged. “Is there any evidence from all we’ve seen of Spider-Man that he isn’t a kid?”

Beau considered this. “He does do an awful lot of backflips. No self-respecting adult does that many backflips.”

Carol jogged down the stairs and Beau followed after.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” Peter whined once they reached him.

“We won’t,” Beau promised. “If you tell us everything we need to know.”

Peter sighed in defeat. “Ok, what do you need to know?” he asked Beau.

Carol leaned against the railing, trying to look suave. It only sort of worked. “Tell us about the bank robbers.”

“They had fancy tech,” Peter began. “A really powerful weird blaster thing that they used on the ATM, and an anti-gravity gun.”

Carol and Beau exchanged a look. “And where did they get their hands on that kind of tech?”

“That’s what I want to know!” he exclaimed.

Peter hiked his backpack further up his shoulder, and fiddled with all the zippers, making sure they were shut. The panicked look in his eyes that flashed when he realized one of the zippers was open made Carol suspicious. That wasn’t just about the suit; they already knew he was Spider-Man. There was something in his bag he didn’t want them to see.

Carol closed her eyes and put her fingers on her temple. “I’m sensing some of this tech is closer than we think.”

Her eyes shot open and she glared at Peter. Beau picked up on her insinuation and leaned in, whispering, “You mean he has some on him?”

“Yes, my bonnie Beau, that is exactly what I mean,” said Carol, still not taking her eyes off of Peter, who had begun to squirm under her gaze. She crossed her arms.

With great reluctance, Peter put his bag on the ground and began to rifle through it. He had to pull out some books, a sweatshirt, his laptop, his laptop case (which his laptop was not in), and a Nalgene water bottle, but underneath all of that he finally found what he was looking for.

It was a strange looking device, clearly part of something larger, maybe a charger or base of some kind. It was glowing an eery red hue.

Peter scratched the back of his head. “I’ve just been calling it the glowing thingy,” he said. “I have no idea what it is.”

Without asking, Carol scooped it from his hands. “Thankfully, I know someone who may be able to help us out.”

“Hey!” the teenager pouted.

“You’d get in a lot of trouble if someone found out you had this, kid,” Carol said, passing it to Beau.

Beau carefully placed the device in her large purse. Then, she pulled out a small card. She handed it to the spider-kid.

“Call us if you think of anything else,” she said. “Or if anything else comes up.”

Peter frowned. “Um, this is a card for an interior design firm.”

“You still haven’t had the Psych cards made?” Carol admonished her partner.

“I can’t use the company printer for shit like that; I told you! Do it yourself at Staples!” Beau defended. “It’s still my number, kid. Just call us if anything happens.”

The pair walked away and towards the subway. After an overly cautious distance had stretched between them, to be certain she was not overheard even by enhanced ears, Beau asked, “So how did you know he was Spider-Man, anyway?”

Carol shrugged. “A number of things. His suit was hanging out of his backpack, for one. Also, every single thing he owned was second-hand, clothes, books, everything—except for a stupid expensive looking Stark Watch. His form said he had an internship there—“

Beau cut her off. “Why did his form say anything about it?”

“He seemed confused how to fill it out,” Carol answered. “He checked off that he was a student, then filled it in under ‘employment’ anyway.”

“So he has an internship at Stark Industries and they gave him a watch,” Beau accepted.

Carol stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk. “Are you serious? I worked as a sales rep for Hammer Tech—a real job, not an internship—and I didn’t get shit.”

“To be fair, you only lasted a week,” said Beau. “Maybe it was a bonus.”

“Interns don’t get bonuses, they get coffee and ‘experience,’” said Carol cynically, continuing to walk again. “Anyway, the point is, I was right.”

Back at the Psych office, Carol and Beau examined the gadget. Beau turned it this way and that on the desk, squinting.

“You know,” she said. “This bottom piece looks exactly like what I charge my toothbrush on.”

That comment caught Carol’s attention. She lifted the thing closer to her face. Sure enough, the metal was different in the bottom piece that Beau recognized as the charging plate versus the top piece that held what Peter had called the ‘glowing thing.’ It was subtle, and the welding that brought them together was masterful, but upon closer inspection they were indisputably different metals. The one at the base seemed normal; Carol couldn’t identify it, because she was a normal person with a normal range of knowledge on most things. But the top bit was too shiny, too smooth, too bright, too perfect to be of this world.

By the time they brought it to Carol’s weird friend Talos, who had a lab in his basement with some pretty weird stuff that made this thing look as normal as apple pie, they’d received an email from Peter thoroughly describing the circumstances under which the ‘glowy thing’ had come into his possession. Carol read the email aloud from her phone as Beau drove them back from the laboratory, where Talos had promised to call them as soon as he found anything out about the device.

“Ok so that was definitely some kind of weird advanced tech arms deal,” Beau asserted after hearing the explanation of the encounter.

“Yuperz,” Carol agreed.

Only a few minutes after that, Talos called to confirm that the device was definitely part alien. The glowy bit was explosive, a quality that would be activated if it were exposed to radioactivity.

“Isn’t the Spider-Kid, like, low-level radioactive himself?” Carol had asked. “Since he was bit by a radioactive spider?” But Talos said it wasn’t the right kind to activate the device.

The bottom part was 100% just a toothbrush charging plate, produced by Colgate and manufactured in Korea. But the top part was alien, a type of metal Talos had never seen before. “Impossible to manufacture from the Earth’s natural elements,” Talos said. “Undoubtedly alien.”

[give-me-back-my-rhodey]

The Stars Reflect Our Love - AUgust Day 30

Title: The Stars Reflect our Love Author: Purple_ducky00 Warnings: N/A Square Filled: Y2: Forbidden Love for @ladiesofmarvelbingo​ Pair: Nakia/T'Challa Link: Read on AO3 Summary: Nakia is the mage for King T’Chaka of Wakanda. She falls in love with his son, but their love is forbidden.

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Nakia is the mage for King T’Chaka of Wakanda. Her mother sold her to the coven when she was a baby, and she became a mage at such a young age. Now, at 18, she has her first job. As mage to the king, she is in close contact with the royal family.

 King T’Chaka is truly kind. Nakia has heard rumors from other mages about how their king treated them, but Nakia knows she has nothing to worry about. Queen Ramonda is a treasure. She takes Nakia in under her wing as if Nakia were her own daughter. Princess Shuri, at age 5, is already taking apart machines and putting them back together. The royal technician, N’Yonte, gives her little projects to work on, telling the king and queen that she will surpass him quite quickly.

The prince heir, T’Challa, is seventeen. He shows a special interest in her, and she thinks it’s because he’s going through puberty and found a pretty female onto whom he could latch. He watches her closely with wide eyes. One time he calls to her in the hallway. Nakia knows she must answer him, but she is afraid of what he might say.

 “Nakia.” He calls.

 She stops in her tracks, steels herself, and asks, “Yes, Your Highness?”

 “Do you think you could teach me?” He queries. When she gives him a questioning look, he hurriedly continues. “Magic, that is. Could you teach me how to do magic?”

 “You are a prince. What would you need magic for?” She wonders.

 T’Challa shrugs. “I’m not sure… but you make it look so amazing. I wish I could do what you do.”

 “Magic does not come without a price,” Nakia warns him. “No one is ever sure what the price is for them. I will not agree to help you with this until you have fully thought this through and discussed with the correct persons.”

 The young prince tries to argue, saying that he can pay any price. Nakia reiterates that she will not help him until he follows her previous instructions. He leaves in a huff. The mage shrugs. She cannot be bothered by spoiled princes and their fickle wants.

 King T’Chaka commends her the next day for her unyielding stance. “My son does not know what he wants, nor does he understand the risks of learning magic. Thank you for not just agreeing to help him.” The queen nods, and Nakia knows she made the right choice.

 She is surprised, however, when T’Challa apologizes to her before the week ends. “I’m sorry Nakia. I was stupid and arrogant, thinking I might know more about this than you. You clearly are the expert. Could you forgive me?”

 “Of course, I can forgive you… as long as you have learned your lesson.” T’Challa swears he has. They stand there awkwardly for a few minutes, then the prince asks if they can be friends again, to which Nakia agrees.

 As time passes, Nakia and T’Challa become fast friends. T’Challa turns eighteen, and the king and queen want him to look for a spouse. They bring in candidate after candidate, but T’Challa thinks it is too soon. He rants to Nakia about each person that his parents send in. “They’re not terrible, but I don’t want to get married! I want to be able to live my life a little longer before I have to worry about wives and children. Why can’t my parents understand that?”

 Nakia herself agrees with him and understands his reasoning; however, it’s her job to defend the king and queen. “they probably just want to make sure the kingdom is secure, forbid anything happens to them.”

 “I’d be fine.” T’Challa sulks. “I’d have you.”

 One of the Doras comes to get the prince as his parents have called for them, and Nakia mulls over his words. What does he mean “I’d have you”? She knows he probably just means that she’ll be his mage as well, but she can’t help thinking that he meant more. Damn her feelings. She doesn’t need them… right? Does she want more from him? Nakia knows she needs to stop thinking about this.

 She overhears an argument between T’Challa and his parents a few weeks later. He had asked them to stop sending in candidates for a spouse. “It’s not fair to me or the candidates.” T’Challa argues. “I’m not ready for this yet, and you’re giving them false hope.”

 Queen Ramonda speaks. “What if something happened to your father and I, and you took the throne? A good king always talks with his partner when things get too hard.”

“But Nakia will be here. She knows the kingdom like the back of her hand.” Comes T’Challa’s reply.

 The king’s voice thunders. “You will by no means at all marry the mage. Or come onto her at all. She is our servant, for one. She may feel obligated to be with you. Secondly, she is not of royal blood or a citizen of Wakanda. How does that look to your subjects? To be a king fueled by lust? No, I will not have it.”

 “Baba, I did not mean it that way. We are only good friends.” T’Challa tries to placate his father. Nakia’s heart sinks. She does not know why. “I had only meant that she would be a chief advisor.”

 T’Chaka seems to relax. He tells his son that he would prefer to T’Challa to marry young as he did, but he will respect his decision. T’Challa thanks him and asks that the courting candidates stop for the time being. The king and queen agree. He thanks them happily.

 That night, Nakia cannot sleep. She often has trouble sleeping when many things plague her. As usual, the mage ends up on the roof of the palace. There are no guards up here, and she feels one with the sky. A sound startles her, and she readies herself with a knife. She lowers it when she realizes that it’s T’Challa who has joined her on the roof.

 She smiles at him, and they sit in a comfortable silence for a while. The prince speaks first. “I got my parents to stop trying to marry me off for the time being.”

 “That’s great! Did they give you the reasons I did?”

 “Yes, and I told them that I had you. My father had a strange reaction to that, however.”

 Nakia raises an eyebrow to look unbothered, but inside her heart is pounding. “Oh? What happened?”

 “He told me that I was not able to marry you. First, you are our servant and might feel obligated to say yes. Second, you are not royal or a citizen of Wakanda, which apparently means I cannot control my own lust, which is why I went after you in the first place.” T’Challa scoffs. “Can you believe that?”

 “Well, he probably has both our best interests at heart.” Nakia isn’t sure where T’Challa is going with this. Is he trying to hammer home the fact that he is not interested? Has Nakia been acting like a lovesick fool?

 T’Challa takes her hand. “Nakia, if I told you I loved you, would you feel obligated to say you love me back? Are you afraid that I will do away with you if you say no?”

 “I… I trust you.” Nakia replies. “I trust that you are not too petty a man to cause a stir because you were rejected.”

 She is thrown for a loop when the next thing he says is “Nakia, I love you.”

 “T’Challa, I-I I really like you, too…” She begins, and T’Challa sighs happily and pulls her in for a kiss. Unable to stop herself, she deepens the kiss. T’Challa moans and pulls her down to lie on the roof. Nakia looks up and the night sky, and it seems as if the stars are closer to them than before. Does this mean the ancestors agree?

 Quickly, she pulls back. “You didn’t let me finish. I like you, too, but we are forbidden. Your father has spoken.”

 “Why can’t I choose who I marry? I love you.” T’Challa frowns.

 Nakia shakes her head. “You will get over me all too easily. We cannot do this.”

 T’Challa relents. They stay lying on the roof, looking at the stars, talking about anything other than love until the sun rises the next morning. T’Challa sneaks down first, and Nakia comes down an hour later, as the Doras are used to her sleeping on the roof.

 Life goes on normally for Wakanda. Nakia does her job. She and T’Challa often spend time together, even if things are a bit more awkward between each other. King T’Chaka asks her for advice on the prince. He tells her that he thinks the prince is in love with someone already, and he doesn’t understand why the prince doesn’t act on it. The king doesn’t know why the prince isn’t ready for marriage. He asks for any insight that Nakia might have.

 “At what age did you become king, Your Majesty?” Nakia wonders.

 “I was eighteen, like T’Challa today. My father was killed in battle, and I needed to step up. Thankfully, I loved Ramonda, and we were ready to marry.”

 Nakia hums. “But you married due to necessity. Wakanda is now peaceful, and you are in perfect health. T’Challa does not feel the need to marry quickly because he is sure that you have many years left. I do not have the ability to see into the future, but I can tell you that I do not think you will die soon.”

 “So, you are saying that you believe he will step up in time of need?” He asks.

 “I do. T’Challa has shown that he is able to read situations for what they are and keep a cool head in times of adversity. I strongly believe he will do what is needed if anything were to happen to you and the Queen Mother.”  The king thanks her for her insight and dismisses her.

 T’Challa visits her on the roof that night. “What if we did everything secretly?” He asks. “We will be sneaky, and no one will be the wiser.”

 “I…” Nakia knows this is wrong, but she finds herself wanting to throw herself in T’Challa’s arms while they are both in court. If they do things like this at night, maybe she can control herself better during the day. “If we make sure that absolutely no one else knows about this.” She warns.

 T’Challa breathes a sigh of relief. “Absolutely no one.” And he lunges for her. “I have missed you.” By the end of the night, with the prince sleeping on her shoulder, Nakia notices again just how low the stars are hanging tonight. They’ll be ok.

[jayankles]

The Little Princess and her King

Pairing: King!Brunhilde x Reader

Summary: The King misses her little princess, she shows her just how much.

Word Count: 1176

Warnings: wlw smut, toys (vibrator, strap-on, butt plug), praise kink, degradation?

Written for: @ladiesofmarvelbingo​ | @mcukinkbingo​ | @anyfandomgoesbingo​

Squares Filled: free space | sex toys | smut

Kinktober Day 10: Toys | Praise Kink - @becs-bunker​​

She pushed you down onto the mattress with such force that you forgot she possessed. She was the King after all, she had the power to do whatever she wanted and so far she used all of her power against you.

You loved it when she made time for you. Her busy schedule was cleared when she heard of your arrival but the celebrations were only just getting started.

King Brunhilde took a swig of her drink as she looked down at your naked body below her. Her soft hands trailed down your body, her fingers brushed over your clit, teasing you before she jumped off the bed, leaving you there wet and waiting for her to return.

Brunhilde returned a few minutes later, completely naked save for the strap on that she adorned - you noticed the butt plug and vibrator in her hand too.

“Are you going to be a good girl and take my big cock in that tiny pussy of yours?” She said, sauntering over to where you were on the bed. She tossed the toys and the little bottle of lube, that you missed, onto the bed next to you. “You think you can handle it, my little princess?”

Brunhilde climbed up the bed on her knees, lifting your legs and kissing your inner thighs. She picked up the bottle of lube, squirting it into the palm of her hand, rubbing it all over her hands and fingers.

With her hands slicked up, her fingers find your pussy, pushing two of them in to your wet heat, fucking you so good that you were already on the edge. “You are such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Do you want more, princess?”

All you could do was nod at her, nod at your King, of course you wanted more, you wanted everything she had to offer you. She added another finger, stretching you and fucking you so good. Your hands fly to the golden silk sheets below you, she speeds up and you come, you come so hard that your body is shaking.

You whine from the loss when she pulls her fingers from your cunt but she presses them to your lips, telling you to suck them clean. Groaning at your own taste, your tongue flicks around her long, slender digits, licking your own arousal off of them.

“On all fours, now” She commands with a smirk and you are already doing as she asks, biting your lip as you roll onto your stomach with your ass in the air. She praised you once more, telling you how good you were at taking her orders.

More lube was squeezed onto her hands but then she squeezed some onto your ass, the lube dripping down your pussy and onto the sheets below. Brunhilde reached over your body, the vibrator and the butt plug now in her hand. She kissed the back of your neck before she rose again.

“Lowest setting on your clit.” She said, placing the vibrator in your hand. You watched her movements, watched as she bent forward, flattening her tongue against your asshole, swirling it around the rim and tasting you. Pulsing around nothing, you groaned, silently asking her for more when you ground your hips against her face. “Your Majesty, please.”

That topped it for Brunhilde, being called ‘Your Majesty’ by her lover - by you - it just made her tingle and she knew she was going to give you everything you wanted and more.

“Is your pretty little hole going to take my plug?” Her fingers traced around your hole, playing with it before two of her fingers entered you. “Your ass takes my fingers so well, Princess. Now press the toy to your clit.”

Her fingers moved in and out of your hole, stretching you out so deliciously that you couldn’t help the whine that almost ripped through you. The vibrations the toy gave out, making your legs shake and it was only the first setting.

Brunhilde readied the plug, rubbing it against your pussy to coat it in your slick and lube it up. She pulls her fingers from you, praising you when she sees your ass gape open a little. She replaces her fingers with the plug, slowly pushing it in, watching as your ass swallows the plug.

“Such a good girl, Princess.” She gripped your hips and told you to turn the vibrator to the highest setting it had. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes and practically begged her. You couldn’t do it, not all the way to the highest setting. She spanked you, her hand colliding with your ass. “Obey your King or I will not give you my cock.”

She spoke with vigor, stroking her hand over the plastic cock strapped to her pelvis.

“I need your cock, Your Majesty.” Looking over your shoulder, you saw her pointed brow, you knew what she was waiting to hear. “Please, your cock slut needs your cock, daddy.”

“Turn. It. Up.”

When she was satisfied and heard the buzzing grow stronger, Brunhilde smirked, she saw the way your thighs quivered and she knew you were on the brink of coming. She was ready to fuck you into oblivion. She lined up her big golden cock with your entrance. She slicked up her cock with your arousal, coating it in the lubricant before she pushed into your dripping cunt.

“Fuck, yes daddy. I love it when you fuck me with your big cock.” You murmured, already close to your first orgasm of the night, you knew that this orgasm was going to ruin you. She spanked you again, grabbing onto your hips, pulling you against her own. The sound of her skin slapping against yours making her beam; a sudden twinkle in her eye that you missed. “Can I come, daddy? Can I please come? You fuck me so good. Better than anyone else. Please! My King!”

Your words came out in a breathless huff. You were lightheaded, just taking everything that Brunhilde had to offer you but she was doing a good job to overstimulate you.

“You are doing so well, my little princess. Just a little longer, then you can come all over my dick.” She says in between each and every thrust of her hips. She saw that your thighs were quivering and you were falling apart under her, you were about to pass out from pure and utter bliss, you could already see the white splotches behind your closed eyes. With one last smack to your ass cheeks, Brunhilde grabs your attention. “You come now, little princess.”

Crying out, you didn’t need anymore encouragement or motivation to let go of everything you had been holding in. Your orgasm had ripped through your entire body, you ripped the vibrator from your clit and you just fell to the mattress. Completely and utterly done, you couldn’t take anymore. Even if the King commanded it. You needed to rest up and the King was going to take real good care of you.

[gavilansblog]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Agent Carter (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peggy Carter/Daniel Sousa Characters: Peggy Carter, Daniel Sousa Additional Tags: Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Flirting, Established Relationship, POV Peggy Carter, Domestic Fluff, Domestic smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Post-Canon, Condoms, Romance Series: Part 1 of Gavilan's Marvel Fics Summary:

Bringing work home is better than staying in the office all evening, but it does have some... distractions. This fic is a fill for two bingos!

@tonystarkbingo June Flash Bingo: Card 006, Evening 

@ladiesofmarvelbingo N5: “You own my heart.”

[articcat621]

A Relaxing Night In (Hermione/Darcy)

Title: A Relaxing Night In

Content Creator(s): articcat621

Square Filled: M3 - Free Space

Rating: Teen

Pairing(s): Darcy Lewis/Hermione Granger

Content Warning(s): Not Canon Compliant, Massage

Summary: Darcy can tell that Hermione is over-stressed from work. She knows just what to do to set her girlfriend's mind at ease.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30446217

[rebelmeg]

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Characters: Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Dummy (Iron Man movies), You (Iron Man movies) Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Awesome Pepper Potts, Fluff and Humor, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied Sexual Content, Embarrassment, Sleepwalking, Tony Stark Has Issues, Pepper Potts Is a Good Bro, Protective Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Utter lack of self preservation, Bots being precious, Tony Feels, Protective Pepper Potts Series: Part 1 of Rebelmeg's Ladies of Marvel Bingo Fills 2020, Part 2 of Rebelmeg's TSB Mark IV Fills

Chapter 6: Playing With the Bots After Making a Huge Anonymous Donation

Summary: It's almost offensive how fast Pepper's bad mood evaporates when she sees the soft, sweet, and incredibly generous side of Tony.

Notes: This chapter is for my @ladiesofmarvelbingo​ square M3 – free space, and my @pepperonybingo​ square I2 – Forbidden Love

Title: 5 Worse Things Pepper Caught Tony Doing + 1 Better Thing - Chapter 6: Playing With the Bots After Making a Huge Anonymous Donation Collaborator: rebelmeg Squares Filled: LoMB square M3 – free space Pepperony bingo square I2 – Forbidden Love Ship: pre-Pepperony Rating: Teen Major Tags: fluff, cute, Tony and the bots, Pepper's in love but won't admit it Summary: It's almost offensive how fast Pepper's bad mood evaporates when she sees the soft, sweet, and incredibly generous side of Tony. Word Count: 5426

[nixies-creations]

For @ladiesofmarvelbingo.  

Radio Disc Jockey x CEO of Stark Industries AU. 

Title: Voice In My Ear. Content Creator(s): nixies-creations​ (me). Square Filled: N3 -  AU: No Powers. Rating: Gen. Pairing(s): Natasha Stark x Steve Rogers. Warning(s)/Trigger(s): None.