Brie Larson Imagines (Fem!reader)

Babysitting (C.D)

"Granade!" you shouted as a paper ball was thrown at your feet and jumped out of the way, landing behind the sofa to take cover, Monica right behind you.

Carol made an adorable explosion sound and stepped out of her hiding place, her fake cardboard gun in hand. You looked down at Monica and silently gestured with your hands to surround the enemy, the little girl nodding in understanding.

You lowly counted to three and let out a war cry, jumping on Carol and tacking her to the ground, Monica aiming her fake gun at her.

"Yield." you smiled down at your wife and leaned down to peck her on the lips.

"Aunt Y/N! She is the enemy! No kissing!" Monica scolded you, making both you and Carol chuckle.

"Sorry. You're right. Couldn't help it." you blushed a little before recomposing yourself, focusing back on the game.

"Yield!" you shouted again, pointing your gun at Carol.

She smirked before getting back into character and pushing the gun out of her face.

"Never!" she yelled and used her strength to turn you over, her weight holding you down.

"Soldier Rambeau! Get out of here, get to the plane! I'll be right behind you!" you shouted to Monica out of breath, dramatically fighting against Carol's hold.

Monica seemed in conflict with herself. She had her gun pointed at Carol but her eyes never left your face. She didn't move. She couldn't leave her General behind.

"Soldier! I said go!" you shouted after successfully getting out of Carol's hold. You stood up and placed yourself in front of the kid, protecting her from whatever move Carol would make.

You turned to the little girl and winked at her, telling her not to worry about you, assuring her you will be fine. At last, Monica nodded and ran out of the house, going for the plane parked outside. The one you, Carol and the Rambeau girls still had to fix.

When she was out of your sight you let out a tired sigh and sat down on the floor to catch a breath, Carol doing the same.

"Jesus! How long have we been going at this?" you ask between breaths, Carol checking the watch on her wrist.

"It's been two hours. " she replies before crawling towards you and engulfing you in a tight, warm hug.

"Two hours! That kid doesn't know when to stop, does she?" you ask with wide eyes before relaxing completely in your wife's embrace.

She kisses your head and slowly reaches your neck, leaving soft, wet kisses that make your skin burn. You unintentionally let out a small moan before taking her lips in yours, tasting her on your tongue. She smiles against your mouth and bites down on your bottom lip, making you moan in pleasure.

You move your hands to place them on her abdomen, before lifting her shirt to touch her skin. You slowly tower over her, making her lay on the ground, your mouth never leaving hers. She moans under your touch and whimpers when you cup her breasts in your hands.

"I love you so much" she rasps out when you both pull away to catch your breath, her hands going up your back, making you shiver for how cold they were.

"What are you doing? I've been waiting for hours for you to come out!" Monica's small voice makes both of you jump up in fright, your faces flushed from embarrassment as you both try to compose yourself, making it look as if you were not about to have sex on the living room's floor.

"We were still fighting, little one. But I was winning." you lie through gritted teeth, hoping your niece would let this go.

"Is kissing considered fighting?" she didn't.

Both yours and Carol's mouth slacked open at the little kid's reply, not really knowing what to say. After a few seconds of complete silence, Monica's laughter echoed in the whole house.

"You-You should see your faces!" she tried to say while laughing, clutching her stomach and pointing at you two.

You rubbed the back of your neck and chuckled a little, finding the situation amusing. It wasn't every day that your niece caught you and your wife sucking each other's faces. Soon your chuckles turned into a burst of true laughter, joining your niece, Carol looking at you as if you were crazy.

"We should babysit more often!" you say between laughter, laying on the ground and clutching your stomach, which was begging to hurt from how much you were laughing.

Carol just palmed her face and shook her head, a small smile curled up on her lips.

"I married an idiot."