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[shroomerr]

Wham bam bam! Couple of Agent stuff!! I was initially just going to post the two images but then it felt a bit empty, so I decided to doodle an interaction between Agent and Mysterion.

More process drawings under the cut for those interested!!

[lilghostiequinni]

Coming Home to You

Main Masterlist Lando Masterlist

Pairing: Girlfriend!female reader x Lando Norris

Warnings: Fluffy, None

Summary: He can never wait for a weekend without you to come home to you.

Requested: NO / yes

Lando seemed a little peeved at media duties after the race, even though he won said race.

Which usually isn't abnormal, but also isn't normal.

It really depended on the weekend and the factors of that weekend.

One large factor was whether you were there, in the garage, or in the paddock. Even the hotel.

He wasn't happy doing media duties when you were there in the hotel, cause he just wanted to get back to you as fast as he possibly could.

But this weekend, you were not here; you had made plans with some friends, and your friends made plans and dragged you along.

You weren't even in Monaco, well not until about two hours ago.

Your friends dragged you to Portugal for a surprise girls' trip.

You protested the girls' trip, knowing the weekend was important to Lando and knowing that you had a feeling about this weekend, that it would be special.

So, Lando just wanted to go home and cuddle up to where there was no space between the two of you, and you couldn't tell where one stopped and the other began.

He just wanted to go home and sleep for hours, days.

He just wanted to rest, to put away the social media and hide away with you in your home.

There was nothing you wanted more than to go to him from the moment you landed in Portugal, but your friends guilt-tripped you into staying until at least Sunday morning.

You did, though you did get an earlier flight than what you told your friends, and you waited for him in your apartment, watching him as he raced around to track to win.

You had fallen asleep while waiting for Lando to come home, and you woke up, still on the couch and with Lando on top of you, face nestled in your chest and arms around your waist.

You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to either fall back to sleep or wake yourself up more and also wake up Lando.

When you stopped almost back to sleep, your hand stopped moving and Lando spoke up, "Don't stop." He mumbled to you.

You smiled at him and moved your fingers, but then tapped him on the arm to let you go. You wanted to go back to sleep, but your body wanted to use the bathroom.

Lando, having laid on top of you many times for a few years, knew that you needed to pee.

After you got up, he did too, going to the kitchen to grab the bouquets he got you on his way home.

It became a tradition; if you stayed in Monaco or you weren't able to come with you to a race, on Lando's way home, he would get you flowers.

For years now, without fail, Lando always got you flowers on his way home from a race weekend.

Recently, though, he would pay a florist, the florist he always goes all the time, to bring you flowers even where you went with him.

Well, he would pay for the florist to bring flowers to your home when you were almost home.

So, when you got out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen, you seen Lando unwrapping the flower bouquets that he got you, getting ready to put them in vases.

You went up to him and just wrapped your arms around him, laying your head on his back.

"There beautiful." You told him, looking at the flowers.

"I couldn't decide which one, so I bought all four." He told you as he finished the bouquet he was working on.

You let go of him and grabbed the vases and then stood beside him, working on the next bouquet as he filled one of the vases with water for the bouquet he finished.

What was a stressful day turned peaceful because of love, because he came home to you.

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[the-kr8tor]

Hello! I wanted to request for a fluffy Hobie x reader <3 One where the reader is someone he became friends with through the Spider Society, so the two have yet to properly get to know each other, but reader has a terribly hidden crush for him. But the main thing is that, out of everyone in their friend group, the pair are huggers so they naturally gravitate to one another for hugs or to just be close. - 💜💛

Hello!! I hope you love it!! And thank you for reading my work! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (except hobie is mentioned taller), spider person! Reader, spider trio cameo, established relationship, lovestruck! Hobie, fluff!

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The portal opens right in the middle of spider society. Its warbling orange glow glimmers against the white floors as the whole squad exits the portal.

You immediately bolt towards the team, eyes looking for the familiar pair of boots to step out of it.

“Hey!” Gwen smiles, taking off her mask as she tiredly hugs you. You pat her back, and she looks at you suspiciously. “I have a feeling the welcome committee isn't just for me.”

You wince, giving her an awkward smile. “What— no way, Gwen. I'm here for you!”

“Hobie's right behind us, Y/N.” Pav says tiredly, arms stretching as your face brightens up from the mention of the punk spider.

Gwen scrunches her nose, scoffing as she lets you go. “Really? You don't even hide it well.”

You try to save face. “I'm here for…all of you.” You bounce on the balls of your feet as you hear footsteps exit out. Your smile flickers away for a second when Miles appears from the portal, rubbing along his aching wrist.

Miles notices along with Gwen and Pavitr. “‘I’m glad you're safe, Miles!’” He mocks your voice. “Really, you don't even hide it anymore.”

“That's what I said!” Gwen agrees, huffing with her hands placed on her hips.

The familiar thump of the pair of boots has you turning towards the source, arms gravitating to the pair of arms ready to receive you.

“It's just hurtful, y’know— oh come on!”

The trio turns to you and Hobie, embracing like you haven't seen each other in years. When in fact that you literally saw him before he went on the mission, and was hugging you just like this.

His chin is propped atop your head, arms squeezing you and slightly lifting you up on your feet while you hide in the crook of his neck. He smells of post battle adrenaline and coconut from his (Pav’s) oil.

“How's my favourite spider?” Hobie says, eyes darting towards the three, who are brooding in place. He clearly did that on purpose, where's the lie though when he's wrapped around your finger.

“Good,” you say against his skin, lips barely brushing along his neck, and barely appropriate for ‘just friends.’ “I broke my record at the training grounds.” Leaning away to his disappointment, your smile has his slight frown fade away. “The tip you gave me worked really well!”

“Augh, get a room already.” Miles says in disgust while Gwen acts like she's gonna barf.

“I think it's sweet!” Pav exclaims while you and Hobie are stuck in your little bubble of affection.

Gwen and Miles stare Pav down.

“Really? It disrupts the friend group.” Gwen argues.

Miles loops his arm over Gwen's shoulder, nodding along. “I agree!”

Pav gives them a look. “Hypocrites!”

They continue to argue in the background while Hobie's arms are still around you. The continuous hugs remind you of those stuffed animals with the long arms and velcro on them so they'd stick to your clothes and hug you the entire time. Hobie's hugs feel the same, soft and comforting. Without the prick of velcro of course.

“D’you think they'll stop arguing?” You ask, head lifting up to gaze into his warm eyes.

Hobie beams at you, hand placed in the back of your head while his nose nudges your temple. “Maybe once we tell ‘em that we're datin'”

“Date, we went on one date.” You correct him, but your bashful grin and clammy hands that are still holding on to him says that there will be more in the future.

“It would be plural if someone confessed a lot sooner.” A smirk plays on his lips as you smack his chest playfully, palm hitting hard muscle underneath his suit. You suddenly feel incredibly warm. “They're right, you didn't hide it very well.”

“Y–You know why!”

“No, I don't.” His lopsided smirk says otherwise. He's playing with you, and you're loving every minute of it. “Can you tell me again, just like last night?”

[siriusleee]

vii. goats

Zombie Apocalypse AU | SIMON RILEY x f!READER

↳SUMMARY: The world is trying to knit itself back together after fracturing apart. You're trying to put yourself back together with it; Simon Riley is just trying to stay alive. ↳WORD COUNT: 1.6K ↳TAGS: mentions of cannibalism, mentions of shooting things, mentions of dying. smut to come. canon typical violence to come. additional tags to come as the story progresses. female reader. no mentions of "your name". reader is given a nickname later on.nc-17. ↳AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, as promised, an update. Not as promised, a timely or long one. ↳TAG LIST: There will not be a tag list for this story, as Tumblr has issues with letting me tag people. To get notifications of updates, please subscribe on AO3 or turn on notifications for my blog.

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You try to keep up with Ghost, but you're still bruised and broken. He loses you easily; it irritates you to think that he had been humoring and allowing you to keep up with him. But you limp behind him, allowing yourself to indulge in curiosity for the first time in a long time. You emerge into the weak sunlight, squinting as your eyes adjust. It seems like everyone from the compound is standing outside, guns and eyes trained on the gate.

They swing open, a heavy truck pulling in slowly. You try to catch a glimpse of them, but it's lightning in your leg to try and stand on your tiptoes.

"That's the advanced guard coming back."

Your heart stutters in your throat as you jump from Doc's words. She's appeared at your elbow, shirt sleeves pushed up around her elbows.

"The advanced guard?"

Doc nods, eyes trained on the crowd.

"When this all first started, the government's main goal was to keep the peace. After that, their goal became reunification of whoever was out there. These guys are still operating under that order."

"So they go out and search for other little pockets of communities? Do they ever find any?"

Doc shakes her head.

"Not any worth sticking with."

She sights, before jerking her head like she's remembered something important. She digs in her pocket, pulling out two more little white pills. 

"I tried to find you this morning to give you these. Come by the next few days when you wake up to come grab them."

The pills feel like weights in your hand and all of a sudden your dizzy again by what this place is. Years, fucking years, you'd been half starved in the forest, watching the few people you could cobble together die of starvation and sickness and cold. And here was this place all pristine and perfect and with fucking antibiotics. How many of your group could have been saved if you would have known this was here? How many names would you be able to remember without feeling like there was a kick in the chest. 

Doc seems to understand your feeling because as she starts to walk away, she nods at you to follow. You feel the pills break in half beneath the grip you have on them, and you follow, not sure what else to do. Doc waits until the two of you are back in front of the mess hall, farther away from the advanced guard before she starts talking again.

"I'm sure Ghost told you everyone here gets a job; can I ask what you did before this?"

"I was a midwife back when I lived in the United States. When I moved here, I had to work in the front office at a dental office."

Doc hums, eyebrows high.

"A midwife? You can deliver babies?"

"Well it's been a very long time, but yes technically. I'd need the supplies though, and I can't help if the lady needs a C-section."

"Well, we'll find something for you to do here."

"Who's in charge here, by the way? I would have thought whoever was in charge would have wanted to meet me or something."

"We don't have one person in charge exactly. Ghost and Soap were the lead trainers back in the day, and they certainly listen to what I tell them because if they want to be sewn up they have to be nice. We're more like a democracy."

“A democracy cannot exist as a permanent form of government. It can only exist until the voters discover that they can vote themselves largesse from the public treasury," you say, the quote slipping from you without any thought at all. It suprises you that you remember it - that you can remember a morning sitting in your dad’s classroom while he wrote down what he was going to say that day. It rushes over you, and with everything else, nearly takes your knees out from underneath you. 

"What's the from?" Doc asks, eyebrows nearly disappearing into her short hair. 

"I don't remember - my father was a History teacher. I've got a thousand quotes I remember him saying, but I can't remember what they come from."

You can’t remember much, anymore. You don’t want to - don’t want to think about your parents and if they’re alright. You’ll never find out. Those last days, you’d tried to get a hold of them. Planes had been grounded - they were forced to after multiple crash landed when someone reanimated mid-flight and created terror - and you knew as the news did their best to quell everyone’s terror, that you’d never make it back home. You would never see your parents again, so you’d tried to call them. But the phone had only rang and rang until eventually it didn’t ring at all. And then everything really fell apart, and you had so much blood on your hands before you had to leave home already. 

Doc’s face softens as she takes in your silence, her hands buried in her pocket. 

"Well - let's get you something to take those pills with."

The goat bleats at you as you push it away with your knee. You recognize the stubbornness in its eye as it thinks about head butting you, but changes its mind as it huffs away to chew at a small patch of grass.

There hadn’t been any jobs that were open, that were needed for a civilian type like you with a still healing leg to do. But Doc had suggested your knowledge of delivering babies could be transferred over to the animals. “How different can it really be?” She’d asked - explaining that she’d only had a few experiences with birth during her training, and they’d lost quite a few of the animals in the past years.

You didn’t mind. The animals didn’t stare at you like you were a freak, an outsider like the rest of the compound. You didn’t feel the need to be on edge around them. The chickens cluck at you, annoyed as you sweep them back towards the coop, their feathers rustling in annoyance with you as you shut the door behind them and flip the lock to keep them in for the night. In the sky, the sun is growing heavy, sinking down lower and lower each minute.

You study the soldiers posted on the edge of the fence; you wonder if any of them ever get the idea to just walk off into the wilderness and see what else is out there. You wonder if they've seen as much of the country as you have in the past few years, if they -

A low whistle breaks you from your thoughts. At the gate, a burly man stands, gun slung across his chest. You can make out the shape of him clearly in the dusk, all sharp angles and worn down edges - a hint of warmth in the darkness. He's the one who's been walking around with Ghost the past week, the man Ghost had been ignoring your for- his grin a start contrast to the furrowed brows Ghost wears everyday.

"Time to switch little Dove."

[aaplecore]

Doing the Dirty Work

(Carol Danvers x fem!reader)

Summary : Carol gets stuck doing the Avenger’s dirty work: transporting a fugitive to them. But of course it can’t just be a normal trip.

Warnings / tags : smut (18+ !!): fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), pet names (darling, baby), js general dirty talk (tell me if i’m missing anything!)

Notes : so uuhh this is my first time writing smut… this might be a lil freaky or just not v good… I can’t really tell… and I didn’t proofread…

You had no idea how you ended up here. Right now, you were laying in a bed, your wrist zip tied too tight to the nearby bedside table. For some reason, a teenager had tied you up. A sixteen year old. Because of course. At least the view of space from the window was nice.

Technically, there was a reason for you to be here… unknowingly, a couple of weeks ago, you’d punched a SHEILD executive for hitting on you at a bar… then proceeded to escape when they tried to detain you. So, yes, technically, you were a fugitive… with the Avengers searching for you. Still, being tied up on some random ship didn’t seem very fair.

You were running through your list of complaints as you tried to pull yourself free from the zip-tied, a faint red mark forming on your wrist. Cursing quietly to yourself, you were too busy struggling to see a woman walking into the room.

“Stop struggling. You know how a zip tie works, don’t you?”

The woman huffs, shaking her head as she walks up to you, placing her hand on your wrist to stop you. That was what made you look up to see her. She was stunning… shoulder length blonde hair, curling slightly around her shoulders, a french braid tying back around her head. She looked down at you with a glare, but you were too busy staring at her toned arms, which were very obviously visible with the white tank top she was wearing. Around her waist were the sleeves of what appeared to be some kind of suit, allowing just a bit of her abs to show in between the hem of her shirt and pants.

“Hello? You there?”

The woman asks, noticing that you are just staring at her, not responding.

“Yes, uh- yeah. I- let me go!”

You shake your head to snap out of your daze, looking up at her with a glare, regaining your footing to argue against her.

“No chance, darling. You’re a fugitive.”

She says matter of factly, standing over you, leaning over the bed with her hand still holding your wrist. Her hand was a little warm, her grip firm on your wrist.

“Okay, yeah, maybe… but who are you to be detaining me, anyway?”

You scoff, looking her up and down as if trying to recognize her. Her face wasn’t that of any of the main Avengers, yet she was out in space doing their dirty work.

“I’m Carol Danvers. Captain Marvel.”

She says matter of factly, glancing down to your wrist. It’s clear she notices the reddish mark from the zip-tie because her expression turns a bit sympathetic.

“Damn… how tight did Kamala tie this thing?”

She mutters, kneeling down beside the bed, looking between your wrist and your face. The way she made and maintained eye contact made your heart flutter a little.

“Really tight.”

You deadpan, trying to keep up the whole tough act around her, rather than swooning over an attractive woman who was literally holding you captive.

“You could always… untie me? I promise i’ll behave.”

The look on your face turns to something close to a pout as you turn to face her, wiggling your wrist a little. You could’ve sworn you saw a slight smirk on her face.

“You promise?”

She asks sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

“Why should I believe you?”

She asks bluntly, letting go of your wrist and crossing her arms, her gaze fixed on you.

“Because by the looks of it, you could knock me out even if I tried to escape. It’s pointless for me to try one way or another.”

You shrug, making up an excuse to try and get her to let you go. You also remember how she seemed a little sympathetic earlier. Maybe tugging at her heart strings a little would work?

“Please, Carol?”

You nearly whine, frowning at her.

At that, Carol’s cheeks flush a little and she smiles more obviously now.

“Well, if you’re going to ask so nicely…”

She mutters, grabbing your wrist gently again, sliding her fingers under the zip-tie. Before you can question it, she’s pulling the zip tie in half, feeing your wrist. The little display of strength was, admittedly, more than a little hot.

“Better?”

She asks, looking up at you with a proud smile, almost like a puppy looking for praise.

“Much… do you have any of that bruise stuff?”

You smile back at her, gently rubbing the area where the tie had been clamped around your wrist, now able to sit up freely. If she would leave the room to find some sort of bruise solution, she would leave the room… and that would be your chance.

Carol stands up, putting her hand on your knee to stabilize herself. The sudden, casual touch was enough to make your heart skip a beat again.

“As long as you stay here. You can get up or whatever you need, but just stay in my room, okay?”

She says firmly, crossing her arms while she looks down at you.

Innocently as you can, you smile up at her.

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

You say jokingly, saluting her as a wave when she leaves the room. For a moment, you watch the way she walks with such confidence. But you don’t let that distract you too much. As soon as she’s out the door, you’re bolting into the hall of the ship, running through until you reach a control room.

Honestly, it’s shocking how easy it was to escape. Especially because her control room was so out in the open. You could literally change your coordinates like it was nothing! This was perfect. Even though you sadly wouldn’t get a chance to stay and chat with Carol, some sacrifice was due if you didn’t want to get thrown in jail again. Right as you were entering the coordinates for any planet other than earth—in this case, Aladna—you felt warm hands on your waist and hot breath on your neck.

“What are you doing here?”

Carol asks you from behind, pressing you against the control panel. Your fingers froze. Your brain was nearly short circuiting with her pressed up against you from behind.

“Looking for the bathroom.”

You say sarcastically, glancing back at her. Her head was practically resting on your shoulder, so when you turned, you were barely an inch from her. Her lips were barely an inch from yours.

She scoffs, shaking her head.

“Yeah, right. Let’s get you back to my room, shall we?”

She asks, as if you had a choice. Slowly, she begins to pull you way from the control panel… but you keep your hands gripping the side firmly. Unless she was going to drag you, she wasn’t bringing you back.

“Hm. You’re going to be stubborn? Do you really want to try that, darling?”

She asks, squeezing your waist tighter.

The way she’s grabbing onto you definitely makes you want to stop all you’re doing just to kiss her… or feel those arms. But you couldn’t. Not if you wanted to escape, at least. In protest, you don’t even respond, huffing stubbornly.

“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She shrugs, smiling as she hoists you up, quickly pulling you away from the control panel as if it was nothing. In a second, you were over her shoulder, one of her arms wrapped tightly around your waist, the other… resting on your ass.

Your face heats up quickly again, the way she’s carrying you like you’re feather light, holding onto you tightly… there was a certain, familiar heat spreading between your legs.

“Put me down, asshole!”

You yell, hitting her back as she starts walking you back to her room. She barely wavers.

“No.”

She says flatly, shrugging. Seeing that she’s not doing anything, you start kissing her, swinging your knees to hit your chest as best as you can from this position. This does a little to deter her. She readjusts your position a little to try and get you to stop, her smile falling from her face.

“Stop that.”

She mumbles, groaning as you indecently kick her. Clearly, it’s working to annoy her and get her to slow down. Killing two birds with one stone. As she’s walking down the hall, she literally can’t deal with your kicking and fighting against her anymore, and all of a sudden, she seems totally pissed off.

“Alright, that’s it.”

Carol groans one last time, dropping you from her shoulder and pushing you against her wall, glaring. Even though she seemed mad, the heat between your legs only got more noticeable. Her face was merely centimeters away from yours. You opened your mouth to say something… but she interrupted you before you could speak anyway.

“Listen, you’re not getting out of here one way or another, so stop struggling, okay? You’re only making this harder for the both of us.”

She explains, pressing you tightly onto the wall.

“That’s kind of the point.”

You reply, rolling your eyes. As much as you can, you struggle to get out of her grasp, trying to push off the wall.

“Let me go!”

“I already told you! No!”

Carol says firmly, her voice low as she presses tighter against you. To keep you still, she brings her knee up between your legs, as a threat… but all it does is pull a quiet moan from your lips. The slight friction was enough to cause it and also enough to stop her in her tracks. Your face was flushed out of embarrassment. You didn’t mean to do that… it just happened. It was involuntary.

“What was that?”

Carol asks smugly, the anger in her face fading into a cocky smirk.

“Nothing.”

You say quickly, shaking your head. You’re a bad liar… and Carol notices. To get a real response out of you, she presses her knee up against your core, cocking her head to the side. This time, you know to purse your lips to try and hide it… but even then, there was still a little noise.

“Nothing… sure, it was nothing.”

She laughs a little, keeping one hand firmly on your shoulder, the other one slipping down to your hip, playing with the hem of your jeans.

“You didn’t just moan at the slightest bit of pressure against your pussy?”

Her tone is now teasing, and she’s looking at you like she’s downright hungry. The anger from merely a few minutes ago is completely gone.

This was… unexpected… but if you were going to be trapped here, might as well enjoy yourself.

“Maybe.”

You say quietly, looking at Carol.

She hums in response, nimbly unbuttoning your jeans, slowly sliding down the zipper. All throughout, her eyes are on you.

“Maybe? I’m going to need better than a maybe.”

She says sultrily, reaching her hand down over the fabric of your underwear, right between your legs. Right where you want her. Even the feeling of her fingers just ghosting over your underwear is enough to make you want to go weak in the knees and fall into her.

“Were you moaning for me?”

She asks again, pressing her fingers more against your underwear, already feeling the wetness there.

“Yes.”

You finally admit, biting your lip. This causes her to smile now. She got exactly what she wanted. As per usual. Quickly, she slides her hand out of your underwear, garnering a whine from you.

“Carol, wait-“

“C’mon baby, trust me.”

She mumbles, quickly hooking her arms under your thighs to pull you up, yo legs wrapped around her waist. As soon as you’re up, your arms are wrapped loosely around her shoulders, making sure you don’t fall and to stay close to her.

She smiles up at you once you’re hanging onto her, leaning in to kiss your neck as she starts walking. Her steps are a bit clumsy and she seems to be walking in a zig-zag of a line… but she’s too busy kissing from the curve of your jaw down to the pulse point on your neck to care very much.

Within a minute, Carol is tossing you into her bed and climbing over you, moving her lips to kiss the skin just above your jeans. Slowly, she slides her hand under your shirt’s pushing it up so she can get more access to your bare skin.

“You’re pretty damn cute for a fugitive, you know that?”

Carol mumbles against you, tapping your ur side as she pulls her lips away from your skin.

“Can I?”

She asks quietly, pulling up your shirt.

“Yes. Please.”

You say quietly, nodding with a slight smile. She smiles right back and pulls your shirt up and over your head, tossing it thoughtlessly onto the ground. As soon as your shirt is over your head, she leans down and kisses you, now finally on the lips.

Her lips are soft, and seem to fit perfectly against your own. Quickly, the kiss turns hot and a little messy and, before you know it, she’s trailing messy kisses down your neck, kissing marks onto your neck and collarbones, smiling against you. Before you know it, her hands are around your back, unhooking your bra with practiced ease. You’re not used to being so exposed… but you let her toss your bra along with your shirt anyway. Now, she sits above you, straddling your hips. Her gaze is nearly predatory, and before you can speak up to break the silence, she’s bending down to kiss around your chest, palming your breast in one hand.

“Such nice tits…”

She mumbles, smiling up at you when she bites down gently on your nipple, getting another quiet noise out of your mouth. She’s loving teasing you already, and she has barely gotten started.

“I wanted to hear more of your pretty little noises, baby.”

Her hand moves down towards your already unbuttoned jeans, trailing down to your panties again, just like they had been before.

“Lift up.”

She mutters, sliding down to pull off your jeans, leaving you laying in her bed in nothing but your already soaking underwear. Although, that doesn’t last for long, because before you know it, she’s joining her fingers under the hem of your underwear and pulling them off. Now, she’s kissing your thighs, her hand rubbing the inside, all the way up… until her fingers finally reach your bare center.

“Please, Carol.”

You whine quietly, biting your lip. She’s teasing you, clearly. But, the little whine seems to have the opposite effect, since she brings her fingers up to the crease between your thigh and hip, leaving them there. Plus, leaving you arching your hips up, searching for some sort of friction.

“Darling. I’m one of the strongest beings in this galaxy. Ten percent of my strength would be enough to knock you out. If you want to be able to walk tomorrow, you’ll be patient.”

She shrugs, knowing exactly what she’s doing. Slowly, she brings her hand down and trails it gently up and down your folds, spreading a bit of the wetness around.

“Can you do that?”

Now, she brings her head down to kiss just below your stomach, getting closer and closer to where her fingers are working.

You groan in response, pouting down at her. Honestly, there was a part of you that wanted to see what exactly that would be like…but, for now, you’d let her take it slow.

“I’ll be patient.”

You mutter, nearly whimpering when you feel her finally kiss your clit, so gently that you’re almost bucking your hips to get more friction.

“Good. Thank you, beautiful.”

She mutters, moving both of her hands to hold your thighs open. Now, she’s trailing her tongue along your folds, looking up at you the entire time, her blonde hair already getting a little messy.

It doesn’t take long for you to become more sensitive, each flick and lick from her tongue causing you to moan quietly. And it doesn’t take long for Carol to get ready either. Soon, her mouth is off of your center, her hands still on your thighs. You open your mouth to complain, but are quickly cut off when she moves one hand from your thigh to shove two fingers into your pussy.

The moan that drags from your mouth is almost pornographic and causes Carol to let out a low groan in response. Her fingers are all the way into you, and with their length are basically pressing up against your cervix. The slight stretch is exactly what you need.

“You’re taking me so well, darling.”

She mutters, biting her lip as she slowly starts moving her fingers in and out of you. Unable to hold off, she starts speeding up within a few thrusts. Each time she curls her fingers and shoves up into you, you moan somehow louder.

The sight of you under her, panting and moaning, looking absolutely stunning, fuels her even more. Her other hand moves to rub circles onto your clit, flicking and circling it. Her fingers are roughly thrusting into you, her finger is moving just-so on your clit, and it is the most perfect feeling of overstimulation. With their way her hands are moving, it seems like you’ll come onto her fingers within a matter of seconds.

“Carol, I- i’m gonna— I’m close.”

You whine, mumbling between moans. She smirks again and leans down, keeping up her incessant pace while kissing your collarbone again. This time, with the way she kisses and sucks, you know there’ll be marks there in the morning. But, you’re too busy focusing on the way she’s causing pleasure to shoot through you as her fingers slam particularly deep, hitting a sensitive spot… and causing you to fall just over the edge, practically screaming as you come on her fingers.

She moans in turn when she hears you, slowing down her fingers as she helps you ride it out. As soon as you’re done, the aftershocks finishing, leaving you a hanging mess, she pulls her fingers out of you and licks them clean.

“You did so good for me, baby.”

She mutters, bringing her face up to yours to kiss you more softly now.

“And… that means you’ll let me go?”

You ask quietly, smirking up at her. She pulls away from you, resting her hands on either side of your head.

“I don’t think so.”

She scoffs, smiling down at you, gently resting her hand on your cheek, keeping you facing her.

“You’ll be staying here with me. Why hand you over to the Avengers if I could have you all to myself up here?”

[swordscleric]

I can't stop thinking about the post from a few days ago about how Critical Role has been great at doing personal faith but didn't put the necessary work in to discuss the religious/god angle of c3 in-depth. Like the fact that Cardinal Respa was linked to both the Dawnfather and the Chained Oblivion is, on a personal level, very interesting (fallen/corrupted priest goes hard) but like does that mean that there's a Papacy somewhere in Exandria dedicated to the Dawnfather? If so, are there more cardinals who ordain the bishops of the Dawnfather? Are there Conclave-level intrigues going on in the Dawnfather's Sistine Chapel? Why is the Dawnfather so Christianity-coded in vibes alone if there's no actual outline of his religious organisations? With Downfall the Dawnchild/Dawnfather thing makes the allusions to Christ as Son of God co-existing with the Father textual - was there a Dawnfather Schism around whether the Dawnchild was a separate mortal? Was there a Reformation about how the Dawnfather's Pope kept selling indulgences? Is that why the priest of the Dawnfather Grog & Pike offer a drink to doesn't partake because of a cultural shift between Protestant-Temperance-League-coded and Catholic-coded Dawnfather congregations? Why do I have so many questions about the religious organisation of one of the most important Prime Deities in Exandria and to Critical Role's 3 campaigns? How on earth were the cast (and us as the viewers!) meant to care about the gods if all they had were "really tall kings" instead of interrogating how religious organisations provide both a place of healing and community to a wide range of people and also a place of horrific harm and abuse for a wide range of people?

[vaggieslefteye]

CHARLIE MAGNE from HAZBIN HOTEL (2019): Pilot - "That's Entertainment" ↳ "So, I've been thinking: Isn't there a more humane way to hinder overpopulation here in Hell? Perhaps we can create an alternative way to change souls through... redemption?"

[cuteniaarts]

Digitalised + coloured + redesigned version of my Suiren and Vaatu sketch from two days ago, as promised!!

Coming up with Suiren’s design was a very long process of trying and failing because after you’ve drawn 9+ different versions of one character, the creativity starts to run a little dry, but I’m actually really proud of this one, she looks absolutely adorable <3

(Also yeah I did mostly just scribble Vaatu’s pattern because who has the energy to draw the all out accurately. Not me, that’s who, I’m chronically tired. People who draw him on the regular have my utmost respect. He’s still a funky little guy though :D)

Bonus, Raava incessantly screaming inside Suiren (and being completely ignored because Suiren is tired of her) while all this is happening:

[lilghostiequinni]

Trying Something New

Main Masterlist Lando Masterlist

Pairing: Restaurant Owner!female reader x Lando Norris

Warnings: Fluffy, None

Summary: You are probably the only one that can get Lando to try something new that involves the tiniest hint of fish.

Requested: NO / yes

You own a restaurant, well, a couple restaurants in England, and you are opening one in Monaco because you had moved there with your boyfriend and would rather be able to go to your restaurant in a short walk than a plane ride.

One thing you served in your restaurant was this dish that contained salmon, but there was little to no taste of the salmon in the dish.

You've had people come up to you and say that they normally don't eat fish, but they would eat again.

Then there's Lando, who is perfectly fine with acting like a child when it comes to fish and dishes that involve fish.

You knew that it would have to be some miracle that you were able to sneak fish into a dish and also have Lando be able to eat it without throwing a fit.

You found that if with enough sauce that Lando will eat some of the smaller seafood, like shrimp, and he will only eat scallops the way you make them.

He only ate scallops because you needed a taste tester, and he offered, which surprised you that he offered in the first place.

When he ate them he was amazed that they were actually good, and you were in shock that he actually put it in his mouth.

When he tried and ate the dish with salmon, Lando's nutritionist and trainer, Jon, was sitting right next to him, bringing some meals for while you're in England for a week.

You were going to England to check up on the restaurants there and to see your parents, and Lando had just got back from a race and you didn't want to make him leave on a plane again.

You knew that in the time you were gone, while Lando may eat the food that Jon brought, but you also knew your boyfriend and knew that he would order something in a few times and would most likely leave it in the fridge.

But you knew you would clean out the fridge when you got back because of your boyfriend. You just knew him.

He was the best thing to happen to you, and you were the best thing to happen to him.

Even his parents were shocked that you got their son to eat some fish and even a dish that is mostly fish and he loved and didn't make a face about it.

But you just shrugged whenever people expressed their shock because you were shocked, too.

But you didn't push the matter of him eating any more fish than he already has, and you also knew that he wouldn't eat any more fish than he already was.

Sometimes, you would question if you saw right when he ate fish or if you were dreaming.

Because normally, when you ate and made fish for yourself, he would make you wash your mouth out before you kissed him, which always made you giggle at him.

And he still would make you do it when you ate fish he didn't like but you still just giggled and laughed.

You still got him to try and eat fish, which is more than Carlos ever has done, which you lorded over your boyfriend's friend.

Which would make Carlos roll his eyes and shake his head at you, but you still did it.

Lando also just shakes his head at you with a smile on his face as he watches you.

It's always nice to try something new, especially when you know the person you're with isn't going to care whether or not you like it or what you do after you've tried it.

Whether you like it and eat it, or you don't and spit it out.

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[astradyke]

i don't get very personal on this blog because vulnerability is tricky and being vulnerable on the internet is infinitely trickier, and also this is a dan and phil blog, so this obviously hasn't come up but i've been having life realizations that have explained my affinity towards phanfictions that talk about chronic pain. i'm going to link three i like:

broken porcelain (put me back together baby) by tarredion

flares (and assorted series fics) by huphilpuffs (unfinished but all time favorite)

must have been the wind by dvp_95

but also like. dunno. this is a post for another day but... i really do appreciate how candidly dan and phil talk about their physical health. i'm not chronically ill (though that's maybe in question rn) nor do i have the specific experiences they do, but their openness about their physical health-- even if it might be societally "taboo"-- is so important for so many people and i'm realizing rapidly that i'm one of those people it has impacted so much. when i think about it i feel less like... scared, about falling in love someday while carrying all my own bullshit with physical health issues, because i see how the two of them support each other through their experiences.

all of the above fics are alternate universes -- the first and last i believe just refer to unspecified chronic pain (i might be wrong i haven't reread them in the last weeks or so) but the middle one is specifically about fibromalaygia-- but still, i dunno. dan and phil as creators but also fic writers have really affected me in a way that i think is like... going to do a lot of good. okay that's my midnight talk thanks. <3

[cathalbravecog]

So I gave in and done it - Drew my Minecraft sona / skin, Larimar with Cathal since the two have some design similarities both being CRT TV inspired TV head robots... Let's just say yeah, there's perhaps a few reasons why I got so attached to Cathal like this, yeah?

[transvaltrans]

Looking back on the books I read this year, and was reminded of just how much Megan Whalen Turner's The Thief- absolutely frustrated and disappointed me. Spoilers ahead.

To some degree, this was going to happen; the whole series has been heavily hyped up to me, it's hard for any book to live up to such lavish yet vague praise. But, you know, I actually got through most of the book without being distracted by my own expectations. It was tense, and spare- it felt like every word mattered and hinted at an underlying truth. I love when books withhold from the reader, and nudge at you to consider what might be left unsaid. And I was so, so satisfied when my predictions paid off (totally called Gen palming the stone rather than losing it).

The worldbuilding was interesting and unique, I enjoyed that the author wasn't committed to a super specific and our-world-accurate timeframe for technology, and I found the characters compelling and variable. I always enjoy travel stories, nevermind stories about thieves.

Which is exactly why I was so annoyed by the ending.

Again: I love twists. I love being able to predict them, and I love being surprised. I did not feel like any of the twists in The Thief were unearned; it's a well-composed book, with plenty of foreshadowing.

However, one of the twists, despite being foreshadowed, absolutely blindsided me- because I would not have considered it as a possibility, due to undermining exactly what had me so excited to read The Thief in the first place. Fantasy literature sometimes shies away from politics, into pure escapism and fluff. Even some of my favorite fantasy books are pretty hollow when it comes to their fundamental beliefs, and shy away from challenging the status quo- unless it's to restore old glory (cough The Old Kingdom series).

But I can almost always count on stories about rogues, and thieves, and con artists, to at least bring up the issue of class. These characters so often come from disenfranchised backgrounds, from the poor and displaced. They're street rats and gutter scum, who have clawed their way up from the bottom, and never forget where they came from- can never forget, from the way others treat them. Theft is subversive; there's a reason we won't let go of Robin Hood, but even more self-motivated thieves often have something to say about the unfairness of wealth distribution. Stories about thieves almost always have something to say about the relationship between the wealthy and the poor.

So, yeah, I was really fucking annoyed at the reveal that Eugenides was actually the Queen's cousin. That pretending to be from a lower class background was so insufferable to him; that of course he's only so educated and knowledgeable because he's a noblemen, that it was so hard for him to pretend to be stupid and crass like a peasant. That the reason he was so pissed about being disrespected by his captors wasn't because they beat him and imprisoned him and insulted him constantly, that they treated him as less than human because he was poor and a criminal, a tool for their own use and disposal- but because he was one of them, and it injured his pride- his noble pride, not his human pride- to be treated like that. Like he wasn't one of them, and deserving of their respect.

Fuck, I hate it so much. It immediately took away my favorite parts of the book- the tension between Gen and the magus's companions, the weight of the magus having been a commoner once, the way Gen constantly stuck by himself and refused to just accept his shitty treatment- the way every monarch treated him as a means to an end. I thought there would be more tension in Gen having conflicted feelings of resentment and camraderie with the magus- I thought it would pay off with either some of them acting in his interest for once, and/or some of them rejecting their freindship and leaning back into that class difference between them.

I'm not opposed to Gen having been working for the mountain kingdom the whole time! But there are so many other ways to do that- I was suspecting that someone was holding his family hostage in some way. It's easy to imagine a story where Gen is a lower-class thief, who was also being used by his own country's royalty.

But, making Eugenides a nobleman is a subversion of the classic trope- which means it's clever and interesting. Uugh. It just exhausted me, and- disappointed me. I loved so much of this book, and it had been a while since I'd read a good low-fantasy story about thieves. It was suspenseful, with rich descriptions, and interesting character dynamics. I thought I was getting something like Fly By Night by Frances Hardinge, or The Goblin Wood by Hillary Bell- not necessarily stories about thieves, but stories about the underestimated and undervalued, peasant con artists and hedgewitches. But with more of the tension and bite of your average dnd rogue getting up to stupid shit (my go-to class since I was a kid).

I totally understand why people love this book. There is a lot I really admire within it. But man, I don't think I can get over how much that final twist- not just rejected my original interpretation of the story. That's fine, plenty of good science fiction or horror does that. But that it specifically rejects the character and story type of the lower class thief. The very name of the series, The Queen's Thief, had me expecting a story about that seeming contradiction; about the power imbalance, and a constant game of cunning, of maintaining autonomy despite being bound to a royal power. And I expect there will be some of that, in the later books; it just loses a lot of its appeal, when it turns out Gen himself is a nobleman, who was doing a favor for his cousin, the queen.

I liked that the book ended with more insight into the mountainous kingdom, and Gen's feeling of belonging and pride to a cultural group everyone else had been deriding- but that didn't have to be accomplished by him being related to the nobility of that country. None of this had to be accomplished through Gen being a nobleman; it just felt like a 'gotcha' subversion, taking away, rather than adding more.

[strawberryscorp]

albus comes home after having a bad day and collapses into scorpius's arms

scorpius could be doing anything but he'd pause and play with albus's hair while letting him rant about his day

[azumasoroshi]

the shizu-chan song

just discovered the shizu-chan song by none other than johnny yong bosch. help me

id transcribe if i didnt have a final in 10 hours. maybe when i get back

oh nvm someone already wrote them out

this has similar energy as the bro duet song but like. in reverse bgskjdghjkgsd the no homo is for real

plus an animatic version and amv version because holy hell this is old

[robot-blogging-angel-blogging]

been getting into toki pona recently. and i'm not great with all the grammar yet. but i am really a big fan of the whole concept. i like rephrasing complex ideas through the most basic of concepts and i love translating idioms into. not idioms. 'when night falls' -- > 'if the sun dies' delights me. its like a puzzle and that's what delights me. i don't think i'd enjoy speaking it casually but reading and translating are super fun. the same kind of entertaining as a jigsaw puzzle. but there's also a level of philosophy involved. with redefining complex feelings. tldr. robot girl with robot brain likes puzzles too much. so nothing new. all of this is to say. i'd like to be acquainted with all the tokiponists out here because y'all seem super cool.

[arolesbianism]

I’ve drawn a decent amount of isat au eternal gales but yknow what I haven’t drawn? Eternal gales au isat. Don’t look at me.