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Captain Marvel - Binary Burn (443 photos) (Patreon)

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2025-11-09 02:06:03

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2026-06

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Captain Marvel

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The Hala star was dying, and Carol Danvers was the only one who could feel it in her bones.

She’d come to the Kree outpost alone, no Avengers, no S.H.I.E.L.D., just the hum of cosmic energy under her skin and the suit that clung like liquid fire. The binary form flickered at the edges of her vision (gold and crimson, a second heartbeat). She told herself it was recon. She lied.

The outpost commander, a Kree warlord named Vex, had been watching her for months. Every time she punched through a Skrull fleet, every time she lit up the dark like a newborn sun, he saw the same thing: power that could break galaxies… or break him.

Tonight, the outpost was empty. Vex had cleared it with a single order. The control room glowed violet, star-maps swirling on the walls. Carol landed on the platform, boots clicking against metal, the red sash fluttering like a dare.

“You’re late,” Vex said, voice low, armor half-unzipped to reveal the hard planes of his chest. “I thought heroes were punctual.”

“I’m not here to save you,” she replied, stepping close enough that the heat radiating from her skin made the air shimmer. “I’m here to use you.”

The suit peeled away in sections (first the shoulders, then the chest plate, the star emblem glowing hot against her breast as she shrugged it down). Vex’s hands were on her instantly, rough and reverent, tracing the lines where flesh met energy. She pushed him back against the console, legs wrapping his hips, the sash tangling between them like a leash.

They didn’t make it to the bed.

She rode him right there, binary flares sparking with every thrust, the star-maps glitching as her power surged. Vex’s nails raked down her back, leaving trails of light where they broke skin. When she came, it was with a cry that shattered the viewport, stars exploding behind her eyes. He followed, teeth in her shoulder, hands gripping her ass like he could hold a supernova.

Later, sprawled across the observation deck (suit in tatters, sash as a blindfold), Carol traced the bite mark on his throat. The Hala star pulsed behind them, brighter than before.

“You’ll regret this,” he murmured.

She smiled, slow and dangerous. “I regenerate.”

Some stars, she decided, were worth going supernova for.

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