‎✵ | 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙊𝙇 𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎

sneakily wrapping tinsel around @ThatJessicaDrew’s waist—— stepping back to create distance, before firmly yanking on the tinsel to pull the spider-woman back. the very tip of carol’s nose pointing against jess’.

you want me to step on you? 😏

this is… weirdly working for me.

a slow, sensual dance— the warbird’s lips move effortlessly against the kree’s dark, painted brims. carol’s head turns to the other side, again, maintaining her lips against the doctor’s, as her frame shifts closer in a brushed motion— a soft whimper, exhaling.

i’m gonna need that in writing.

ᅠ ᅠ · .✷༄ these 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠 were made for 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛’. ᅠ ᅠ

but you think i’m /great/—

carol’s head tilts in the other direction, as her lips still fight, softly against the doctor’s pair. her grasp upon her chin becomes loose, as the palms of her hands cup the kree’s cheeks. a series of sensually humming; murmuring against erva’s lips, lost in intoxication.

a sensual hum, muffling as danvers’ lips mould against the other’s lips. her grasp still strong against minn’s chin, as their lips tangle in a soft and slow engagement. almost like a weight as been lifted, to the point carol shifted herself to take a seat in erva’s lap.

too late— you think i’m great.

waitwaitwaitwait— rewind. you think i’m… ‘great’?

… no comment. [ she does, she really does. ]

❝hm, enlighten me… … doctor.❞ carol’s lips spread even wider, allowing her set of pearly whites to display. leaning in closer, drawing minn in closer in the process by the grasp she holds at her chin.

❝not so smart now, huh?❞ her smirk develops wider across her expression, the hold against minn’s chin : turning her head, faintly from side to side. danvers’ voice filled with a touch of husk.

look at you, all smug— HMPH!

y-yeah… easy peasy, or whatever… [ b l u s h i n g. ]

mission accomplished, easy peasy.

[ shooting her a wink ]