#sub!carol

[lovespotion9]

yoooo, broken telephone got me fucked up holy shit. fwb + pining is one of my favorite guilty pleasure tropes ngl, and the way you write their character interaction is painfully beautiful, absolutely sublime. i hope everything's good w you & your fam, nd i'd love to read more, (of course no pressure tho).

Broken Telephone II

TW: 18+ | minors, please dni <3 | Angst | Smut | Vaginal Fingering (r! giving) | Strong Language | Degradation Kink | Sadism | Bottom!Carol Danvers | Top!Reader | Severe Overstimulation | Use of Safeword | Oral Sex (r! giving) | FWB Trope | GN!Reader | No pronouns used for reader | Reader is kind of... loopy? | NO happy ending | No aftercare | Use of Y/N |

Read Part I -> HERE

Wordcount: 1.7k

WARNING: I kinda went the crazy route with this one 😊

You awoke to the rhythmic rain pattering against the floor-to-ceiling window beside your bedpost. The familiar sound of snoring that you had grown to take an unusual comfort in sounding soft beside the water droplets hitting the glass. 

Your head swirled with vague memories of the night before, the thought of what an anxious, emotional wreck you had been making your stomach churn. That, along with the soreness that seemed to spread to a new place with your every breath–  fought inccessantly to keep you conscious despite your many efforts to roll over and drift back asleep. 

You decided you’d make your usual french exit, peeling back the duvet you had convinced yourself many others had slept beneath, you quickly slipped from the bed you deemed suspiciously comfortable. 

You took a moment to admire the different coloured bruises and bitemarks littered across your skin, examining the shared scars and scratches spread across Carol’s back next. 

Quietly, you burrowed through the wistful collage of discarded clothing spread untidily across the carpeted floor, hissing at the stubbing of your toe against the bed’s wooden leg. The action does lead to you finding your misplaced underwear, though. They lie a bit beneath the bed beside a lone sock, and as you finally tear your gaze from your task of silently shuffling your panties up your legs, your mouth drops in horror as you meet the smirking Avenger’s gaze. 

“Don’t let me stop you.” She chuckles in a groggy morning voice that makes your insides flutter. 

She smirks as if your scrambling to leave undetected is the funniest thing in the world, eyeing your half-naked form with amusement and lust. 

“Got someplace to be?” Grinning, she peels back the duvet, revealing her own naked body. Instinctively, you turn your head in the opposite direction– although you’ve seen her like this more times than you cared to count. 

Ignoring your reaction, she slips from the sheets- moving closer to you as she ties her hair back into a low ponytail. You draw your gaze to your own feet, too embarrassed and emotional to stress the fact that you’re standing topless in front of the woman who you’d just recently decided that you hated. 

“You alright?” She asks, expression softening at the realization that you weren’t reciprocating her humour. 

You hesitate for a moment, briefly considering the bizarre idea of confessing your feelings for her right then and there. Breaking down, burrowing your tear-streaked face into her bare chest, telling her how much you needed her, how each night you two had spent together meant more than you could even put into words. But you quickly came to your senses once her warm touch causes you to remember that touching is the only thing she cares for from you. 

“You seem…” She scans your face, lips slightly parted as she searches for the right words. 

“I’m alright. Just a bit out of it, maybe still a tad asleep.” You lied, rubbing the non-existent sleep from your eyes for extra effect and half-smiling. 

“Well, then. How about I wake you up?” The words are whispered softly into your skin, and you’re not sure if the sense of relief you feel is thanks to her believing your bold-faced lie or the soft lips that you adored pressing delicately to your shoulder blade.

She doesn’t wait for a response. Instead, she moves behind you and slides the panties you had worked so hard to get on down your legs with ease. 

“Carol,” You groan, grabbing for her hand that now trailed slowly between your thighs. 

“Do you want me to stop?” Her head is quickly withdrawn from the crook of your neck, hand moving just as fast from your cunt. 

“No, no. Just-” Stammering, you turn to look her in the eye, sure to return the lustful gaze she was just giving you. 

“Come.” You order, gripping her wrist and pulling her into the untidy restroom. Relying on your impulsive thoughts and the random wave of adrenaline that had just washed over you, you push her hard against the shower door, drowning her in a passionate kiss before she can return the favor in a fight for dominance you knew you’d lose. 

You kissed her as if your life depended on it. Like oxygen was more a want than a necessity. Like, somehow, if you mashed your lips together hard enough, if you held her close enough, she’d feel the same way about you that you did her. Like maybe, just maybe, if you fucked her good enough, she’d begin to confuse her arousal and satisfaction with infatuation. 

Mistake lust for love. 

Just as you feared you might’ve.

She hums in pleasure as you grope her breasts, opening the clear shower door and roughly shoving her into the empty shower room. You barely give her enough time to flick the shower water to life before you’ve captured her lips in another bruising kiss. 

Her eyes shoot open with shock as she gasps for air in between kisses, you do the same- slowly dropping to your knees before her and looping each of your arms about her wet thighs. Moaning at the taste of her on your tongue, delving into her folds before she’s gotten the chance to spread her legs even a bit for you.

Lapping furiously at ther clit before taking the entirety of it into your mouth, sucking brutally on the throbbing bundle of nerves before lifting your gaze to meet hers. 

She wore the same shocked expression for all of 10 seconds before it quickly morphed into bliss. You eyed her hungrily, raking your sharp nails down the back of her thighs and drawing an aggrieved grunt from her pretty mouth.

You were getting rougher– taking your anger out on every patch of skin you could reach in her body. You began to draw blood from the flushed skin on her thighs as you furiously lapped at the folds of her cunt. Carol grabbed a tense hold of your hair, subtly pulling you away from her as you continued to ignore her moans of a delicious mix of pain and plesure.

One finger slips from her right thigh, teasing her sloppy, wet hole and occasionly bumping into your chin which was violently rubbing against her core. 

“Y/n, yes, please. Fuck,” You’d never heard her beg before, she never once said the word “please” to you- even in casual conversation. The desperation that lingered in her brown eyes as she peered down at you was all the reason you needed to give her exactly what she unabashedly begged for. Moaning at the clearly-satisfied reaction you get once you finally push a finger into her cunt, you’re far from hesitant to add a second. She gasps in pleasure as her nails lightly scratch your scalp through the strong grip she’s taken on your hair. 

Her moans rise into the steamy air as you thrust and curl your fingers. Lightly teasing her clit with your tongue through puckered lips. 

“Y/n, more, please! I’m so close, fuck!” She cries out into the air. 

What if you’re confusing your teammates just as much as you’re confusing yourself? What if it doesn’t work? What if she truly doesn’t love you and no amount of astounding intercourse will change that? 

What if– 

Pushing the thought aside, you obey immediately, pushing a third finger into the already-spasming superheroine above you and quickeing the laps ofyour tongue against her slick heat. 

She comes undone with a screech of your name poorly muffled by her own palm. 

You contine to fuck her into the wall, pace speeding up as she sobs for you to slow down. Hearing her beg for you had you feeling like a man starved of sound, hearing a seraphic melody drift through the air for the first time. 

It was almost sadistic, the way you revelled in her pain, her begging of your leniency, your mercy. 

You wanted to make her feel the way she made you. Hurt. 

You wanted to fuck her so good that she’d be physically and mentally unble to leave your side, to turn your amorous proposal down. 

Her pleas soon fell on deaf ears as your indefatigable fingers pushed deeper and deeper into her, drawing the… what? 4th orgasm from her? You sure as fuck weren’t counting as you sobbed into her warmth. 

The shower water went cold and suddenly all you could hear was “Red, red, red.” in between sobs. Carol jammed her arm against the button, stopping the stream of water as she fell to the ground. (not literally) You both sat in your designated corners of the counterintuitively large shower in silence for a moment. All that could be heard were the soft plops of the remaining water falling from the now-disabled showerhead and your broken cries of “sorry, I’m so sorry”. 

Your tears confused her as she searched your face for an indication as to what the fuck had just happened. 

“I’m sorry.” You croaked. 

“Y/n, it’s alright– you didn’t hurt me, I just had to tap o–” 

Your wet feet slapping against the tiled floor cut her off as you wordlessly walked out of the bathroom and back into her bedroom. 

You pulled your clothes on, the sheet of water and sweat draped across your whole body rendering your flimsy top useless. 

By the time you were heading for the door, Carol was nothing more than a simple blob against the bathroom door through your vision, which was obstructed by tears.

Her touch, her smell, her essence was all over you– and you fought tirelessly to get it off as you waited at the stoplight that seemed to last forever and a day. Slapping at the sleeves of your blouse and wiping the slick from your face with a shaky arm you struggled in the driver’s seat of your car like a wounded and demented wild animal.  The ticking of your left blinker was all you could hear, even after you had switched it off after your wavery turn down the unknown street. You were driving someplace. You didn’t know where– you just knew that it would have to be far enough from fucking Carol Danvers.

Author’s Note

Hi, babies! I'm very sorry if I donked up this series with my peculiarity! I'm Love, if you don't know me-- and this is my formal re-launch into writing after an unfoundedly long hiatus. I've been feeling a little down this month, so my next few fics will be dark and/or angsty. Feel free to request anything you'd like, though! I really do love to hear from you lovelies. <3

Thank you for reading,

Love

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Ooo since requests are open, can you do something that’s Dom Carol and Valkyrie x sub fem R? I don’t really have an idea of the plot, I’d just like to see something smutty with them <3

Waiting on Them

Doms!CarolVal x sub!fem!reader

Summary: It's been a while since your Dom's have been around and you behaved so well while they were gone that you deserve a reward~

Word Count: 436

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, dom/sub dynamics, captain kink, king kink, Carol and Val use various pet names for R, use of strap on (V to R), eating out, aftercare

Authors note: I wrote most of this on break at work because suddenly my brain wanted to work with me~

You couldn't see or move. A blindfold over your eyes and ropes covering your body made sure of that. You had been so good while your girlfriend's were away on missions so a reward was in order. To most this wouldn't be a reward but for you,

“Thank you Captain!” A loud smack resonated through your house.

Carol with a smirk on her face enjoying the moans that spilled out of you with every impact of the paddle. “Our little slut is dripping from being hurt Val.” The tone of her voice made you shiver as you felt nimble hands run through your slick folds.

“Oh I think she's ready for her King's cock.” Val's voice made you look up in the direction of the sound.

“Yes please! Want my King's cock buried deep inside my slutty cunt!” You cried out. Fighting against the restraints though you knew that was useless. Carol had gotten really good with her rope bandage and you weren't going anywhere.

“Such a pathetic little thing.” Carol said with another smack, your body twisting and turning. You pushed your ass further up into the air.

“Please My King! Need your cock!”

Without another word you felt yourself being filled up just the way you like. Moans and ‘thank yous’ tumbling out of you. This is what you needed. Total submission to them.

As Val mercilessly pounded into you Carol came around to your face. Taking the blindfold off being blinded at first, but adjusting to the light as you looked up at your Captain.

“You've been so good. Time for a treat pup.” She grabbed your hair and held you in place as she moved herself into position so you could eat her out. Your tongue going as soon as she gave the okay. Praises came out of your Captain's mouth as moans spilled from all three of you.

°○°○°○°○°

You were curled up between the two who were softly kissing each other. You smiled as you looked up at them. You didn't always get to see them, but when you did it was always a good time. The three of you made it work for what you had.

Carol looked down at you, a smile on her face, “What's on your mind little one?”

You couldn't help but smile back up, a pair of blue eyes and a pair of brown eyes on you now, “Just thinking about how much I love you two.”

“We love you too little love.” Val leaned down giving you a kiss and then so did Carol.

You wouldn't have it any other way then this.

taglist: @dorabledewdroop

[imaginedanvrs]

thanks to @cookiesimpt for making me feral over puppy!carol

puppy!carol definitely has an oral fixation, content to just suck on your fingers after a long day of crime fighting, eventually letting her eyes flutter close as she lets you absently fuck her mouth. you avoid reaching her gag reflex until you finally feel her grinding on your thigh. she's so mindless about it that you're not even sure she knows what she's doing until you lift her up and place her kneeling on the floor between your legs.

she wines at the loss of friction, looking up at you with those doe eyes that usually work, but this time you want to see them cry. when carol sees the strap you present to her, she noticeably shifts on the spot, attention glued to the piece around you waist as you grip a handful of her hair and guide her forwards

she's so good in the way she licks the toy first, eyes locking with your own when she finally takes you in her mouth properly. "good puppy," you groan, pushing her down further and without resistant. you had been training her gag reflex for a while but you're still treated with the sweet sounds of quiet gags that fill the space. carol tries to muffle herself but one swift tug on her locks has the blonde whining

puppy!carol who's so desperate that when you nudge your boot against her center, she grinds against the smooth material without a word. "you need to hump my leg like a good pup?" you'd ask when her lips meet your harness and her throat is filled with you. she makes an attempt at speech and you simply drag her mouth back up before guiding it down, deepthroating you over and over

"such a good fuckin' pup," you'd groan when the pressure on your clit from the harness would become too much and you'd force carol down to the base as you cum, hits jutting up into her and making the blonde subsequently struggle for air

but she would love the thrill of finally feeling powerless. that and the perfect friction of your boot against her cunt would have her leaning over the edge, gazing up at you as though her life depends on it as she waits for that special order and-

"cum for me, pup. soak my boot."

puppy!carol who looks absolutely adorable when she cums, whining helplessly as she rides out a high that even someone as strong as the captain struggles to grip too. instead, the pleasure crashes over her until she grinding against you without a thought in her hair, making the sweetest noises as she does

puppy!carol >>>

[th3-3d3n-g4rd3n]

guys im currently hyperfixated on the walking dead and specifically glenn, michonne and carl so if people could request something for them or just literally anyone from the walking dead then that would be lovely and im really sorry i know i have other requests but i will try to do them when i fixate on them again okay love yu bye

[veentriliogy]

i fr fr need request. im dying to write something over here

[animescreencolle]

[webshootersandwingdings]

Captain Marvel (1968) #4

[caroldantops]

Carol was so bbygirl this whole movie I swear

NO LITERALLY like ugh i told someone this but I’m SO glad we got to see carol be FUN and SWEET and STUPID and her little angry tantrums and pouts and she’s so. jesus christ.

i’ve truly seen the light and I’m so ready for bbygirl carol thoughts.

[lovespotion9]

Sympathy Sex w/ Carol Danvers!

MINORS, please DNI |bottomverse!reader | topverse!carol | oral sex (Carol receiving) | vaginal fingering (Carol receiving) | mention of death | “she” pronoun used | Carol is afab |

Summary: Really fluffy sympathy sex! Carol is being really mean at bed time and tells reader to get her tits off of her arm. She asks what’s wrong and Carol replies with an unconvincing “nothing”.

Reader sighs and lies on her back beside the Captain, thinking of what to do next. Without so much as a word, she braces the back of Carol’s head and brings it to her chest— knowing that’s Carol’s favorite way to vent or fall asleep. She finger brushes her hair for a few minutes in silence before she asks in the softest voice: “Carol, would you like to talk about what’s bothering you today— or tomorrow?”

Carol’s silent for a moment, too busy subtly nuzzling her face deeper into your tits and enjoying the feeling of your nails roaming across her scalp. Before she stops, turning her head away from your breasts and lying her head on the pillow horizontally.

“Yon-Rogg died.” She says in a voice way too broken and quiet to be Carol Danvers’. “I want you to come.” She says, slightly looking up at you. You hold back a smirk. Damn my sense of humor shared with a fourteen-year-old boy. They plan how they’ll get to the funeral and in what disguises— before they sit in melancholic silence for a few moments.

“Lie back.” You say, giving her the sluttiest eyes you can manage. She looks up at you in confusion and you have to say, you do like this view. You smirk at her before pushing her off of you lightly so that her back hits the sheets. Straddling her as you sloppily kiss her, your tongue explores her mouth without shame or hesitancy.

For the first time, she moans into your mouth and you smile cockily into her jaw as your knee starts a pleasurable rhythm against her clothed cunt.

“Y/n.”

You ignore her, slowly kissing down her body and sucking hickies into whatever patch of skin you can reach. You look up at her briefly as you tug at her underwear, smiling broadly once she nods her flushed head. You remove her boxers, slipping them down her legs before licking a clean stripe up her folds.

“Fuck, baby,” She moans, frantically grasping at your head as you begin to suck and lap at her clit. You’re not even near being as good at dirty talk as she is, so you stay silent most of the time— too busy with her pussy in your mouth to speak much anyways. You slip a finger into her— curling it as soon as you reach her spot. Her legs trap your head between them as you lick and fuck her pussy much faster than you thought you could. She’s a moaning mess at this point, crushing you with her thighs and trying—and failing— to hide her pitiful moans and pleas.

“Baby, I’m gonna—*gasp*” She’s silent as her orgasm washes over her, eyebrows knitted together as her lips squeeze shut. The feeling of her wet, hot walls squeezing your fingers makes you moan into her cunt— sending her over the edge. Her legs shake deliciously against you as she frantically pulls your head from between them- trying to straighten her face and hide her crimson red cheeks. You simply smile and look down at her as she attempts to still her shaking body— clasping the sheets around her and trying to cover herself.

“I’ve never seen you this flushed, Captain.” You smirk, the words sliding off of your tongue like poisonous candy. “Shut up.” She sighs, pulling your head close to her chest and nuzzling into you.

“Wait, I wanna clean you up like you do me!” You squeal as she begins to kiss your neck— jumping up from the bed and sprinting into your shared bathroom to get to the kitchen. You return with a warm, dampened towel, some juice, and the iPad that you two watch comfort shows on at night, giving her a sad smile as you crawl back in between her legs.

You're sure to be gentle as you wipe away the mess between her legs and the saliva trailed down her sternum and thighs. You toss the towel someplace (something she’d never do, but she still smiles at you.) and reach for the juice on the nightstand. “You usually bring me water but I know that you like apple juice more so I-“

“Thank you.” She says, taking the juice and setting it down beside her. You smile goofily, and take the iPad off of the bedside table and prop it up on your raised knees. “Adventure Time?” You ask, looking at her expectantly. It’s your favourite show, but she’s less than hesitant to agree.

“Adventure Time.” She chuckles as she pulls you onto her chest.

Author’s Note

Hello, my loves! Y thanks for reading 🙃.

[mr-m-murdock]

hi hello, i was wondering if you would write a sub!carol fic i’ve only found one amazing one on this god forsaken website 💔💔💔

dirty laundry [18+]

| carol x reader |

warnings: smut, sub!carol

a/n: MINORS DNI, DNR etc. Carol is a sub and that's a fact. THANK you anon for bringing this to my attention <3 (also I see you 👀)

It’s three in the morning when you finally wake to hear Carol’s feet come thumping down the corridor outside your room. She must be barefoot, but she walks like an elephant anyway. Not subtle, that woman.

And it becomes glaringly obvious that she’s not trying to be, either: she shoves the door open and flicks the overhead lamp on even though she knows you’re in bed and she recognises that it’s three am. The light startles you, burning through your eyelids.

“Oh, you dick,” you grunt, shoving yourself up on your elbows. You try to glare at her but you can’t even tell where she is, through tear-choked narrowed eyes. You blink and blink the light away and when you’ve finally got a focus on the room, that’s when she pulls her hoodie off and flings it right at your face. You scramble to disentangle yourself. So she’s in a mood. Well, two can play this game.

“Morning,” Carol says, facing the window and the dresser, and she grabs the hem of her t-shirt, arms crossed, and peels it off over her head. You get a nice big eyeful of all those flexing scapula muscles under the straps of her sports bra before she discards the t-shirt onto a nearby chair. She knows how much you hate the mess. So she’s trying to entice you and enrage you. Interesting tactics.

“Where the hell have you been?” you ask, rubbing furiously at your still-stinging eyes. Carol eyes you over her shoulder, studiously.

“Out,” she says. She reconsiders, digging her thumbs past the waistband of her leggings to pull them down. “Exercising.”

“Exercising,” you repeat, dry as you can muster. “It’s pitch black out there.”

Carol just rolls her eyes, turning back to the window, and that’s the final straw. You’re out of bed and up behind her before she has time to even tug her leggings halfway down her ass, and you smack her hands away sharply and shove her up against the dresser with your body. Her hips hit the wood with a satisfying thud.

“Hey,” she protests, but you can hear the telltale shudder in her voice. “I need a shower.”

You place your hand flat on her back, against her warm skin, and lean close to speak into her ear. “Don’t try and tell me what you need, Danvers.” You feel her tense a little. Good. The crawl of her muscle makes that vindictive heat in your chest fan and flame. “Bend over.”

She ignores you. You give her two of her lung-filling, shaky breaths to rectify the situation. She continues to ignore you.

You give her a hard shove at the top of her spine that surprises her and she folds and catches herself, palms to the wooden top of the dresser. Not a sound from her mouth, now. Those beautiful muscles over and under her shoulder blades contract and roll, and you trace them with the tips of your fingers, breath held in admiration.

You love to know how able she is to throw you off any time. How that shows how much she really wants this, given the fact that she’s collapsed under you so easily.

Your hand settles on the back of her neck and you pause to brush your thumb over the short hair at the base of her skull. Then you shove her face into the wood.

Carol grunts, though not on purpose, you think. Her elbows are up, hands still flat down, and she turns her face just a little to breathe. She’s warm under your palm: always so warm, like her blood’s running at a hundred and ten degrees beneath her skin. You trace the hem of her sports bra, then the line of her spine all the way down her back with just the tips of your fingers. She’s breathing hard.

Your hand reaches her waistband and you release the back of her neck, settling your hand on her axis instead, and you slip your fingers under the elastic of her leggings.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” you say. And though she’s now panting furiously and glaring half at you out of the corner of her eye, she says nothing. Just a slight nod to tell you that she understands. That she wants this. You slide your hand into her hair and tighten it into a fist. In response, Carol bites down on a low sound that you can feel through your knuckles. “Quiet,” you say, and you grab her waistband, boxers too, and yank them down hard over her hips, down to her mid-thigh, and leave them there. You reach out once more and snap the waistband playfully against her skin.

Then you consider. You’re still pissed off, your thoughts flooded with the sharp anger of being woken so rudely, and you know you want to make her feel it. But you also know that there’s something she needs, otherwise, she wouldn’t have run the risk of provoking you. You pull a little on her hair.

And she’s being so patient. If you didn’t know her any better, you’d think the wait would be enough to make her beg for it, but Carol doesn’t beg. You’ve never managed to coax so much as a single Please out of her.

You nudge her left foot out a little, spreading her legs as much you can while she’s still trapped by her leggings. You lean down and kiss her shoulder, the side of her neck.

“Don’t ever pull that shit again,” you say, against her hairline where you know she can feel it through the bone. Then you grab the inside of her thigh, shift it sideways and tuck your knee in to keep her there, and you push two fingers inside of her. She’s so wet there’s no resistance - you knew she’d be dripping even before you’d pulled her pants down - and she rocks shamelessly back onto your fingers. Fair enough.

You can tell she’s attempting to watch you over her shoulder: you catch her at it when you’re pulling out a little, her brown eyes narrowing to lazy slits. Her cheeks are flushed red and when she rocks against you, her arms and shoulders tense. You start fucking her harder, and you hoist her leg up with your knee to give yourself more room. Carol digs her fingernails into the wood of the dresser, mouth falling open, eyes falling closed. Those might be sparks at her fingertips, scorching the wood. She’s tense in the lines of her back and her thighs, as if relaxing to pleasure means she loses to you. If you’d bother to articulate it, you’d tell her she lost the minute she let you bend her over the dresser.

The wood isn’t made for this kind of exertion. It smacks against the wall as you thrust, hips behind your fingers to give yourself momentum, and Carol flinches at the sound.

She’s trying so hard not to make a sound herself that she’s biting into her lip, eyes screwed closed now. She’s so warm, and slippery-wet, so much so that you release her hair and hold her hips down against the dresser instead to get a purchase on her. You love seeing her like this, devoid of all that sure control she usually exudes, trying so desperately hard not to show you how much she loves it.

You know her better than to be fooled. You know her so well you can see the rise of her orgasm in the minuscule ripple of tension across her shoulders and you know when to speed up the pace until it’s obviously almost unbearable and she’s crushing herself against the wood of the dresser, legs shaking, clenching around your fingers.

And then you pull out. And you step back. Carol gives a great shudder, still tense, still expecting, and you’ve moved away before she even realises she’s not come yet. You slap her on the ass and make for the bathroom.

“Oh, what the fuck?” you hear her groan: that’s her finally coming to her senses, speaking directly into the wood of the dresser. You stick your hands under the faucet and scrub away her slick from your fingers, unable to stop a triumphant grin from spreading across your face. Got her back.

When you emerge from the bathroom, drying your hands on your sweatpants, Carol is shakily ridding herself of her leggings and boxers, hands braced on the edge of the dresser. She looks up as you pull open a drawer in the other dresser by the bathroom door, and scowls at the look on your face.

“You’re such a-” You fling a t-shirt at her and it wraps around her face, cutting off the rest of her sentence. She grasps at it and rips it away, a scorching glare ready.

“Yep,” you say, popping the p. You climb back onto the bed and draw the covers back up to your waist, collapsing face-first into the pillow. “Takes one to know one. Get a shower and come warm up my bed, sweetheart.”

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[pixiereblogs]

Pixie Recaps Lower Decks | I, Excretus

[caroloftheshells]

easiest & favorite marinade whose benefits i have reaped this very night (this is basically an amalgamation of several online "make your own hoisin sauce" recipes w/some tweaks):

4 or 5 tbsp soy sauce

3 tbsp sunflower butter-- you of blessèd immune systems can use peanut butter instead but i can vouch that this tastes amazing

1 or 2? tbsp molasses

3 tsp rice vinegar

2 tsp sesame oil

about 1/4 tsp cayenne pepper

tsp garlic powder or minced garlic or whatever you have

dash of black pepper

this has several acid/heat/sweet/savory meters to play with, so take those measurements with a big "plus or minus" but that's the ratio i did today and it was delicious. i marinated some chicken in this for like 4 hours and turned it into a thick saucy situation with carrots & onions over rice but ymmv (that is: cook the chicken in sort of a rough chop, remove, then cook a diced onion + 2 disc-cut carrots + ginger/garlic/salt&pepper in the same pan, thicken w/flour & broth, re-add chicken & residual marinade, let meld, serve over rice)

[chernobog13]

Assorted Justice Leaguers and Avengers, by the late, great George Perez.

[sincerelyxsinister]

How fascinating

[animescreencolle]

[comicwaren]

From Black Panther Vol. 8 #014, “All This and the World, Too: Book Four”

Art by Germán Peralta and Jesus Aburtov

Written by John Ridley