#Carol Forget

[dozydawn]

[augustjustice]

Being a Steddie fan is like...I have extremely strong and specific opinions about half a dozen or so Stranger Things side characters. Most of these characters have no more than a handful of scenes between them. Some of them don't even have names.

[bonesibegyou]

say what you will about AOS Trek, but the shift in Spock's attitude towards Kirk compared to TOS is the funniest thing

I mean, TOS Spock delivered a whole ass monologue about how it's scientifically proven that Kirk is incapable of making an intentionally malicious choice

and AOS Spock decided to go with "Here's a list of 619 reasons why your decisions are shit, do you want this alphabetised or colour-coded?"

top tier comedy, I tell you

[unvexes]

something something brolden sunglasses tilt

[caroldantops]

indentation in the shape of you || valcarol

ship: valkyrie x carol danvers

summary/request: carol shows valkyrie her new suit. valkyrie doesn't like it.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: smut (18+ only), kinda pwp, the marvels spoilers, strap on use, jealous sex, daddy valkyrie, dom!val, sub!carol

a/n: if you're seeing this coming from a ship tag hello! i usually write reader insert so if you go to my blog looking for more of this ummm. sorry.

masterlist | ao3 link

“I’m glad that they seem to be adjusting well. Fury tells me that they’re working on restoring Tarnax’s atmosphere, so hopefully they won’t have to stay in New Asgard for too much longer,” Carol tightens her fists at her side, tension in her body clear as she stands in front of Valkyrie’s desk. 

“Oh, no worries. Having them is no bother at all. Though I’m sure they’re eager to get off Earth,” Valkyrie hums as she swirls her dagger.

Carol insisted on coming down after fixing Hala’s sun to check on things, something that didn’t surprise Valkyrie in the slightest. What did surprise her was her sudden costume change. Her suit was different. Less saturated, emblem bigger on her chest. Valkyrie didn’t like it. It didn’t feel like the Captain Marvel image that she’d grown used to. 

Plus, this one’s torn in places. Cheaply made. Not fitting for a hero who flies into suns. 

Carol is rambling on about something to do with one of the Skrull families as Valkyrie analyzes this new suit. It does hug her hips nicely. Form fitting around the waist that she’s grabbed and pulled against her many times before. 

“What’s with the new get-up?” 

“What?” Carol’s train of thought comes to a screeching halt. 

“This,” Valkyrie points her dagger at Carol. “Different suit.” 

Carol looks down at her suit. Valkyrie holds back a chuckle at how she almost looks surprised by what she’s wearing. “Oh! I got a new one.”

“Clearly,” Valkyrie laughs. “Come closer, I wanna see it.” 

Carol scrunches up her brows in confusion at Valkyrie’s sudden interest, but chalks it up to that warrior mentality. That woman loves some good battle armor. She walks around the desk to stand in front of Valkyrie, awkwardly holding still as she inspects the suit, running her hands over the material and poking a finger through one of the tears that ripped during the fight with Dar-Benn. 

“Seems cheap, doesn’t it?” Valkyrie sneers. “My armory could make you something ten times as sturdy. Where’d you get this shit suit from?” 

“It’s not shit,” Carol huffs. Valkyrie raises an eyebrow at her and pulls her finger down, making the rip bigger. “Hey!” 

“Why aren’t you answering me, hm?” Valkyrie knows damn well where this suit came from, she could tell from the moment she touched it. She just wants Carol to say it. 

“Aladna. Prince Yan--”

“Oh, a gift from your husband.” 

Before Carol knows it, she’s being tugged flush against Valkyrie. From her standing position, she towers over her even more than she usually does, but she gulps because she knows who’s in control here. 

Valkyrie knows that Prince Yan is no more than a friend to Carol, but both of them know just how much the idea of Carol being technically married makes Valkyrie’s jealousy blaze. 

Especially when she comes around with the gifts he’s given her. 

“Val--” 

“You know, I’m surprised it looks so dull, given that Aladna’s traditional clothing has more colors than a pride parade.” Valkyrie grips Carol’s waist, fingers digging into her sides. It would hurt if Carol didn’t have super endurance. But it’s enough to make the message clear. 

“It’s fine, I’ll probably go back to my old one anyway.” Carol refuses to make eye contact with her. She can’t let her know how much this is affecting her right now. 

But gods. 

It took Carol a long time to find someone who could make her feel this way. Someone who could make her feel safe rather than terrified of giving in to their control, their dominance. 

It just came so naturally to Valkyrie. Carol supposes that’s why she can’t stay away, comes running back when her thoughts get too much for her to bear and she just needs them shut off. 

Like now. 

“Don’t look away from me,” Valkyrie says firmly. Carol bites her lip and meets her gaze again. “Good girl. Bend over the desk.” 

Carol briefly considers asking why, but at the moment she can’t bring herself to fight Valkyrie’s little game. She moves some stuff out of the way and bends over the desk. She does her best to steady her breathing as she feels Valkyrie’s hands run up the back of her thighs. 

“You’d think that Prince Yan would give his princess a sturdier suit. You know, I bet I could just…” 

Riiiiiiiip.

 “Valkyrie!” 

Valkyrie laughs, giving Carol’s ass a slap as she admires what she’s done. Just as Valkyrie suspected, she was able to poke into one of the tears and fully rip a hole right through the crotch of Carol’s suit. Her cunt is exposed, the pale skin of her ass peeking through the top of the tears as well. Valkyrie steps forward, hips flush against Carol’s ass. 

“Feel that, princess?” Carol groans. “Use your words.” 

“Yes, sir.” Carol gasps as Valkyrie grinds the bulge of her strap into her exposed ass. She tries hiding her face to conceal how flustered she is, but Valkyrie won’t tolerate that. She’s tugged up by her hair, Valkyrie’s lips brushing against her cheek as she speaks lowly to her. 

“Does your husband ever do this for you?” Valkyrie doesn’t expect a response, just chuckling at Carol’s whines. “Does he know what a needy girl you are?” 

“No, sir.” Valkyrie unbuckles her belt, pulling out her strap and nudging the tip between Carol’s already damp folds. Carol shudders, pushing her hips back against the sensation. 

“Greedy, greedy thing. Already trying to fuck yourself on my cock.” Valkyrie stands up straighter, but doesn’t release her grip on Carol’s hair, knowing the stinging in her scalp makes Carol as compliant as can be. “You’re getting spoiled, princess. Gonna have to ask nicely for what you want.” 

“Please,” Carol asks softly, voice pitched high as Valkyrie rubs her clit with her strap. “Please, sir. Please fuck me.” 

“Hmm,” Valkyrie releases Carol’s hair and runs her hand down her back, feeling the strong muscles of her back quiver under her touch. “Dunno, that’s not very convincing if you ask me.” 

“Please, daddy, I need you to fuck me!” 

Valkyrie laughs and sinks her cock into Carol’s weeping pussy. Carol lets out a guttural moan, only overshadowed by the wet noises her cunt makes as Valkyrie pounds deep into her. She grips Carol’s hips, pulling her back against her to meet her rough thrusts. 

She loves having Carol like this. The all-powerful Captain Marvel, destroyer of armies and savior of the universe begging for her tight pussy to be ruined by her, shivering under her praise and degradation, weeping in her arms after she’s been thoroughly fucked. 

Carol must have been particularly pent up today, because it doesn’t take much longer for her to be on the edge, a few strokes of Valkyrie’s fingers over her clit and some whispered praises of “Good princess, let go for me. I’ve got you” send her into a shaking mess as she comes. 

She mumbles something incoherent as Valkyrie flips her over, pulling her up to curl against her chest. “What was that, baby? Can’t hear you when you’re mumbling.” 

“Thank you,” Carol sighs. 

Valkyrie smiles softly, kissing Carol on the tip of her nose and rubbing her back. “You that tired after one round?” 

“Not tired, just…tired.” 

“Ah, yeah. That really cleared things up.” 

“Shut up.” 

[loserstripes]

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[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Actually they're fine I guess lol here

underrated friendship, these girls

[undeadchestnut]

Jacob is NOT a morning person.

And he forgot that Ebenezer was spending the night.

[digital-roots]

THSC Parents Reveal :3333

So here's all the parents that I've created for the henry stickmin characters. I can't decide on which person's family I want to explain the lore of, so I'm going to make a poll on who to talk about first!!!

(POLL IS IN THE REBLOGS)

In order of appearance:

Dr. Lucy Beaker and Director Justsome Guy, the creators of Henry Stickmin

Elizabeth Rose and Austin Thorne, the estranged parents of Ellie Rose

Tamara and Charles Sr, the dearly deceased parents of Charles Calvin, and his loving gay aunts who raised him, Jean and Sloane Calvin

Aaron and Imogen Price, lumberjack parents of Rupert Price

Mrs. Panpa, single mother of Dave Panpa (rip Mr. Panpa)

Flint and Terra Silvers, parents of Reginald...sorry, 'Copperbottom'? I'm afraid you have it wrong. They only had one son, a certain Reggie Silvers.

Florence and Hugo Cross, the Toppats that raised the woman herself, Carol Cross

Last and DEFINITELY least, Sven Sr and Margareta Svensson, criminal overlords and parents of Sven Svensson and Perle "Earrings" Svensson.

[albertcamusofficial]

[dw-flagler]

so victoria dallon was canonically born sometime between october and december 1993.[1] Now, this sort of thing is pretty variable, pregnancy isn't exactly known for being similar to clockwork.

However, assuming that victoria is in fact born in very early october , this means that she was born a little more than 9 months after December 1992. (I promise I'm going somewhere.)

That means conception most likely occurred roughly between mid-late december 1992 to early january 1993.

Behemoth's first attack was on December 13th, 1992.

Canonically, it's entirely possible that Victoria Dallon was concieved as a direct result of the emergence of Behemoth.

[artistgirl20]

Nothing to say except my head is full of Brie Larson as Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[ozu-teapot]

I'll Never Forget What's'isname | Michael Winner | 1967

[crazykuroneko]

The stripes motif in Loumand's bedroom and on both of their pajamas. The box/coffin motif with Loustat, "his love is a small box", "put me in my coffin Louis", but "coffin with the lock from the inside"

[chrrywvea]

idc what anyone says the marvels was SO GOOD and i am so violently gay

[ if anyone wants to chat about it feel free to! i love to hyperanalyze stuff haha♡ ]

[jojo-rolo]

Alright! It was high time I did a Carol masterpost!! Gotta love how far I've come with her!