#non-canon otp

[glynnisi]

Happy ChrismaHanukkah

ShieldShock Holiday Ficlet w inspiration images

"Let me guess. There's only one bed." Darcy rolled her eyes and looked pained. She texted to Jane and Natasha, 'you're hilarious.' "I just texted to tell Jane and Natasha they're hilarious."

Steve nodded, brow furrowed as he returned to her side from talking to the inn owner. "How'd you...?"

"Because we are being match-made, or Yenta'd, or 'given a push'- whatever you call it. There's only gonna be one bed left in this incredibly charming inn where we're snowed-in with one room reservation instead of the two we expected." Darcy shrugged. "Our friends think they're being helpful. You may not agree, but that's obviously what they think."

Steve noted that Darcy gave no sign of her opinion of the situation. She walked over to the sideboard and grabbed a chocolate chip cookie. Speech muffled as she took a bite, she cheered, "yass, still warm. And, yum." She looked around at the menorah and the lights and lanterns and trees, waving her hand. "Charming."

"Why would Natasha and Jane give us a push that involves only one bed?" Steve had his own ideas about that, but wanted to hear what Darcy would say. He followed her to the sideboard and had a cookie. "These are amazing."

"I know. Right? At least they didn't leave us stranded at a charm-free and cookie-free bug motel during the holidays. That would have been depressing." Darcy had another bite of cookie to stall answering.

When she'd licked crumbs from her lips, she looked up into Steve Rogers' incredible blue eyes and confessed. "It's my fault. I know better than to drink too much around Natasha. Alcohol makes me blab things, like my ChrismaHanukkah wish being that you'd give things a go with me." She grabbed another cookie and avoided his gaze. "So, since Jane adores me and Natasha has vetted me thoroughly and I have her stamp of approval? She scared my mother and my favorite English teacher to pieces, by the way... I guess the two of them double-booked us here in hopes that we'll hook up. Sorry."

Steve blushed to the tips of his ears. "What are you sorry about?"

"I'm sorry that my unrealistic crush puts you in an awkward spot stuck here with me tonight. Don't worry. I'll just sleep in a chair down here. This place is so darned cute I might get to meet Santa dropping off gifts." Darcy peeked into the next room. "Aw. 'A Christmas Story' on loop. It's funny. Have you seen it?" She turned and looked at him, surprised when she saw his expression. "What are you smiling about?"

"I thought I was the one who owed you an apology since I got caught ogling you weeks ago." Steve ducked his head, blushing more. "Natasha saw me about swallow my tongue one day when you reached up to get something from a high shelf. You're beautiful and it was obvious I desire you. So, I assumed this was her pushing me to do something about my unrealistic crush on you."

It was Darcy's turn to smile. "Why unrealistic? You're the nicest guy on base and have a delicious, dry sense of humor- on top of being an Avenger and a hottie. I'm just an astrophysicist intern fighting to get her doctorate."

"You're spirited, smart, and pretty. And you have more important things on your mind than dating. I've heard you say that multiple times." Steve volunteered, looking at her for clarification.

Darcy frowned, "you might have missed the part where I said I had more important things on my mind than dating Johnny Storm. He's a playboy and an egomaniac. That's the opposite of what I like in a man. I like someone who's honest and loyal to his friends, someone who looks me in the eye rather than the cleavage, nine times out of ten."

"I'm sorry about that. I..." Steve shrugged. "I respect you, Darcy. And, I like the way you're direct and funny and loyal and..."

"Huh." Darcy nodded, "interesting. Keep going."

He gave her a tight smile. "I can stay down here, if you like. I couldn't ask you to."

"Or..." she grinned and bit her lip.

A smile lit Steve's face. "Or?" He took a deep breath, mock serious and very hopeful. "ChrismaHanukkah wish? That kind of thing should be granted."

Darcy laughed, blushing happily. "Yes, please. You know that they'll be unbearably smug about their success setting us up. Right?"

Steve nodded. "Don't much care. I want you and you're interested, too. I'd be an idiot to let the opportunity slip away." He offered Darcy the key to their room and picked up their backpacks.

She gave him a teasing look as she accepted the key. "Well. Come on, then, roomie."

He glanced around to make sure no one was watching and gave her a scorching kiss. "Merry ChrismaHanukkah."

"The merriest," as they made their way to the room and she recovered from the toe-curling heat of the kiss, Darcy sent a quick text. 'You're forgiven. Thank you and Merry ChrismaHanukkah to you two, too.'

-fin

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I just couldn't bear to get to Christmas w/o writing some little bit of ShieldShock Holiday fluff. Merry ChrismaHanukkah @mcgregorswench @aenariasbookshelf@typhoidmeri@littleplebe @idontgettechnology @janeykath318 and all #ShieldShock OTP lovers.

[midnightanastasia-blog]

These girls be so cute

[glynnisi]

Some Days You Just Need a Blanket Nest

“Is that the last of them?” Sam Wilson was out of breath as he shoved another grousing Hydra soldier towards the prison transport bus. “Cut your whining, man,” Sam added to the grunt.

The attack on the Upstate base had been sudden and brutal.

Some of the Avengers had returned just after the Hydra forces had stalled in their attack on the science labs.  Apparently, an astrophysicist used her experimental know-how to transport attackers into the tops of various trees in the woods around the base. Few of them had found their way back down from their unwelcome perches about two hundred feet in the air. Falcon had flown over fifty of them to the ground where Steve and Natasha processed and loaded them into a prison transport.

Steve grinned, “yes, Sam. That’s the last. Nice work.”

“Nice work, my tired ass. You two need to get a way to fly so you can be more useful.” Sam rubbed one aching arm. He looked up, still scanning treetops as he chuckled to himself. “That was a pretty funny thing to come back to. When the alarms sounded, I was actually worried about our scientists. Silly me.”

Steve’s grin faded. “Me, too.” He kept his eyes on the paperwork he was finishing, avoiding Natasha’s knowing gaze.

“Why don’t you go check on her, Cap? I’m sure she’d appreciate your thanks for dealing with the bad guys for us,” Natasha’s tone was smooth, as always. And, she was right. It was the sort of thing he should do. It had nothing to do with the overwhelming, heart-racing attraction he felt for Dr. Foster’s pretty assistant, Darcy Lewis.

Steve nodded, nervously shifting in place as he finished signing the transfer papers. “Sure.” He glanced at the transport as it began to leave. Fighting bad guys? Easy. Talking to beautiful women? Terrifying.

***

Steve’s nervousness was supplanted by concern as he got closer to the astrophysics lab. There was ample evidence of violence and destruction. Base Security had put out fires, started repairing breakage, and was gathering evidence- including many bullet casings. Blood spattered walls and floors. Injured people were still being tended to and transported to the Medical bay.

A breaching ram lay on the floor, discarded after it had shattered the astrophysics lab door. Steve stepped over it and knocked on the bent door frame, looking around carefully. The computers were on. Energy rods hummed. A cushion-less couch sat, forlorn. “Hello?” Steve called, stomach tightening with anxiety that the first question he’d asked on arriving at the base had been answered incorrectly, that Darcy Lewis had been harmed after all.

“Hi.” Her voice was soft, muffled.

Steve made his way further into the lab. “Miss Lewis? Are you okay?” He stopped, brow furrowed, as he stared. He knelt and peered under the blankets and into a carefully-arranged construct of cushions, pillows, and blankets. Two sets of wide eyes blinked back at him.

“Some days you just need a blanket nest. Today’s one of those days. You can call me Darcy, if you like.” Darcy held her kitten close under her chin. “Have you met Leia?”

Steve shook his head. “Isn’t that a name out of the Star Wars movies?”

“Yeah. She’s a self-rescuing princess.” Darcy’s voice shook.

Steve nodded. “Good thing to be. Cute kitty, too.” His eyes darted from corner to corner of the blanket nest. “Is she doing okay? It must’ve gotten scary in here.” He kept his voice low, hoping to soothe.

Darcy nodded. “Yeah. She’s pretty tough. But, she needed help calming down. They got too close.”

“So, you made the perfect blanket nest.” Steve grinned at her and sat on the ground. His grin widened as Darcy launched into a detailed explanation of the importance of cushions and soft blankets- all arranged ‘just so.’ She waved her hands and pushed her glasses up as she talked. The tremble in her voice got less pronounced as she warmed to her subject. He was charmed, his attraction to her increasing with every word out of her mouth. When Darcy paused her explanation to take a breath, he apologized, “I’m sorry we weren’t here to protect you. Thank you for all you did to protect the base. You were brave, resourceful.”

Darcy’s head dropped and he heard tears in her voice. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get them out faster. I’m sorry people got hurt.”

“You can only do so much, only be so many places at once. You did great.” Steve assured her, hand flexing as he itched to reach out and offer her more comfort.

Darcy nodded and sniffed, getting hold of herself again. “Guess you know all about that.” She wiped her eyes and looked up, forcing a grin back into place.

“I do.” Steve gave her a soft smile. “You okay, Darcy?”

“I’ll be fine.” Darcy assured him. “Thanks for checking on us, Cap. Leia’s flattered to get top-brass attention.”

Steve winced, “I’m not… Don’t like to think of myself that way.” He hesitated. “I’d prefer you call me Steve.”

“But… isn’t this just an official admin welfare check?” Darcy chuckled, rueful.

Steve shook his head and took a deep breath, admitting, “not entirely.” He shrugged, “I could’ve sent someone else. I wanted to see that you’re okay for myself, though.”

“Why’s that?” Darcy tone shifted.

“You interest me.” Steve shrugged, his voice shaking. He couldn’t meet her inquisitive gaze.

Darcy studied him, seeing the shift from confident to nervous. “Huh. You’re really cute, Steve. Adorable, actually.”

Steve’s expression shifted. “I don’t hear those words used to describe me all that much.”

“If people saw you get flustered like that you would.” She grinned.

He winced, “flustered?”

Darcy nodded. “Yeah. And… interesting. You interest me, too.”

Steve met her gaze then and grinned. “Would you be interested in getting coffee together?”

She nodded. “Yes. I would. Carpè diem and all that.”

Steve stood and reached out a hand to help her up.

fin

[polaris-likethestar]

i must be doing something right in life because two of my three otps are canon???

[glynnisi]

That ONE time I saw the actors in the same room. :)

[starlingchildgazingatthestars]

Dumping all these memes here because even after 20 years, I still ship Harmony ✌

Disclaimer: NO SHIP BASHING ALLOWED ON MY POST, PLEASE!!! I respect canon and canon ships! I'm just having memery fun lol

Harmony memes: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

[undying-lilies]

most people think of Valentine’s Day as a chance to celebrate with their partner and do all sorts of fun romantic things! meanwhile to me it just means I have an excuse to draw my OTPs

[life-despair-and-monsters-blog]

Kinktober Day 23 & 26: "Bondage/Restraints" & "Voyeurism/Exhibitionism" - For OTP: "Femme Fatale and the Apex" (Sonya x Jennifer)

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton @imogenkol and @josephseedismyfather

Tagging @adelaidedrubman @spookyrares @derelictheretic @inafieldofdaisies @noodlecupcakes @direwombat @voidika @cassietrn @aceghosts @icecutioner @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @cloudofbutterflies92 @carlosoliveiraa @wrathfulrook @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @alypink @shellibisshe @josephslittledeputy @skoll-sun-eater @g0dspeeed @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins and @florbelles + anyone else who want to join.

Prompt based on this kinktober post made by fellow mutual @starsandskies. While the main Kink of this post is "Bondage/Restraints" & some "Voyeurism/Exhibitionism", there's also some minor inclusions of "Dirty Talk", "Orgasm Control", "Praise Kink", "Knife Play" and "Dom/Sub dynamic". I would have put down "Naked-Clothed" but the "clothed" person in question is an almost 10-foot tall cyborg beastie (with a human's brain) whose only covering is metal welded into the flesh so... SHRUG!

Anyway, SimpleGenius here from my Life, Despair & Monsters Blog. Just making my first contribution to Kinktober. I'm not really an excessive smut writer, though with that being said, I have written it on occasion, just never posting it (...until now). This is a oneshot devoted to Sonya and Jennifer just being their kinky selves.

From the mature tag and the title you can probably already guess that this oneshot (which will also be uploaded onto my AO3 as well) contains explicitly sexual content meant for 18+ users only. Minors Do Not Interact!

Here's some more warnings to scare off any stowaways.

CW: Explicit BDSM, Teasing/edging, stripping, (tail???) knife play, the equivalent of thigh riding for these two (but on Sonya's tail), naked female with not kind of non-naked female (there's like barbie physiques/anatomy involved with Sonya), and minor mention of a blood kink (unsurprisingly Jennifer's kind of a freak too). Basically monster-fucking (maybe robot-fucking? Or would it be cyborg-monster fucking???). A mix between praise and degradation kinks. Sexual fantasies. Really freaky behavior coming from these two. But very enthusiastic consent! Also vulgar language. And whatever else there is.

I’ve tried my best to research the sex aspect of it all, and even if I don’t believe it’s all accurate I think I did good with what I could find.

TW: Slight mentions of referenced murder and maybe cannibalism (Sonya's got a human brain inside a very non-human body so I don't know what lines that crosses). And minor implications of a toxic dynamic. They're both possessive people who suck so bad.

With that out of the way, I hope you do enjoy what I've written below the cut. This will officially be my first smut that I've publicly published. I'll be sure to reblog this post with the link to the one that'll be posted on my AO3. Also I'll be publishing another Kinktober Oneshot shortly after this one from my @the-silver-chronicles blog, about the main couple of that series, Silva and Faith. So don't be alarmed by a random ping from an icon you may or may not recognize.

Title: The Tails That Bind

Series: Life, Despair & Monsters (Love Death + Robots)

Character/s: Sonya/Sonnie | The Apex/Khanivore (re-interpreted canon character with OC qualities), Jennifer, Dicko (referenced in passing) and Sir Enigma Malvolio (referenced OC).

Words: 5,635

She heard her before she saw her; the click-clack of heels on marble closing in to their quarters.

Sonya remained where she was though; hanging from the ceiling in the expansive space that was refurbished to specifically accommodate her massive form, the high walls adorned with deep claw marks and scrapes she entrenched her talons and tail spikes into. Certainly, better than the restrictive pod or the dirty paddocks.

In contrast to her usual straightforwardness, when it came to dealing with her "mistress" of all people, Sonya made an effort in entertaining her more dramatic flairs.

If only to piss off the shrewd woman.

The door opened with such force that when Sonya peeked through her only optic, shutters uncoiling from her lens, to witness the blonde slam the door shut with a ferocity that immediately turned her on.

Someone's already pissy today, Sonya noted as she continued to observe with growing interest.

Jennifer turned around, short blonde hair barely touching her shoulders, noticeably a little frazzled with a few more wild strands curling out than usual. Her yellow rose still managed to survive staying pinned in her hair in spite of the fact Jennifer looked on the verge of ripping her hair out.

Her brows were furrowed, her face was scrunched in anger and a lovely snarl adorned her lips. Blue eyes darted to her white laced gloves, ripping them off as she mumbled curses under her breath. Sonya's optic lingered on the curves of her body, covered only by the golden dress Jennifer preferred to wear.

Sonya preferred when she didn't wear anything. Ogling Jennifer had been the closest her human brain could get to experiencing arousal within a body that wasn't designed to feel it. She had to get creative and tamper with many of the strange machinations and codes Malvolio left in her cursed Beastie body to at least have her body acknowledge the feelings.

In spite of this, she was still so far from reaching her goal of actually feeling the satisfactory conclusion of pleasure.

"-that old fuck!" Sonya was brought back to reality by the enraged outburst from Jennifer.

"Which old fuck are you referring to this time?" Sonya spoke in a voice more mature and sophisticated than her original gruff and accented voice, the crackling of the speaker embedded in her throat alerting Jennifer to the other presence in the room.

Jennifer's alarmed blue eyes pointedly gazed up to meet her gleaming red optic. However, she relaxed once she saw it was just Sonya, who uncoiled herself to lower her body, but refrained from leaving the ceiling just yet.

"It's one of Dicko's closer business partners," Jennifer told the Apex, kneeling down to take off her heels, "And I thought you were down in your workshop."

That doesn't narrow it down to who it is at all, Sonya wanted to retort, but chose to respond with, "I was, but it's so hot down there that I decided to seek out the coolest room I knew of."

"The wonders of an air con," Jennifer remarked, moving over to her vanity desk to set down her yellow rose from her hair.

Sonya rolled her optic at the snide comment, and returned her attention back to the source of Jennifer's sour mood, "Which one of Dicko's partners had it been? Ross or Carmen?"

"Ross. Carmen took a vacation, lucky bastard," Jennifer grumbled about the latter, though the former's name was spoken with disgust, "He was countering every proposition I made. Questioning my ability as a successor to Dicko's business. And attempting to belittle me in front of every one of those weak and cowardly geezers. The absolute gall!"

Sonya lowered herself above the bed, talons underneath her jaw as she watched her mistress rage. If she could, she'd be squeezing her thighs together to add a little friction. Unfortunately, her body wasn't included with genitals, and rubbing her thighs together in this body would just be pointless, so she could only visualize the image to force herself from screaming internally.

"The fucker was also leering at me. Almost all of them were," Jennifer continued, sitting down onto the foot of her massive mattress with a huff.

"I don't blame them," Sonya replied, extending her neck so her head was close above Jennifer, "Your body is desirable. You're probably the only woman in their life they can jack off to. I know that's what I'd be doing."

Jennifer abruptly turned with a face full of red; not blushing red, but pissed off red.

"Oh, fuck you," she replied, standing up to move away from Sonya and the bed.

"You'd have to beg me for that," Sonya said in a sing-song rhythm, chortling.

Jennfier crossed her arms as she stewed in her anger more, "This is serious. I know they're conspiring against me. Honestly, I wish I could have them all dead by tomorrow morning."

Sonya piqued at that, red optic widening with optimism.

"You know, if Ross is being so bothersome," she spoke up, her next words a suggestion, "I could eat him for you."

Jennifer turned to look at the beastie, opened her mouth to chide her, but closed it as she considered the idea, a smile crossing her lips, until a frown swiftly replaced it, and she shook her head.

"While I certainly wouldn't be against the idea," she told the Apex with sincere consideration, she rebuked the idea, "I can't just make an example out of him. At least not right now. I require his cooperation to gain access to his assets, and if I killed him now, it'd harm my reputation and standing with the other partners. And without them, we won't have a chance of finding Malvolio."

The very name of that... thing made Sonya's entire nervous system shudder, the dark thoughts resurfacing. She let them fester at the edge of her mind, before dispelling them back to the pits. She'll let them re-emerge once they found the creature; let him face the result of his violation towards her body.

Jennifer huffed out a sigh, which returned Sonya's attention back to her even as she went to make her leave, "I need to let off some steam."

Sonya tilted her head as she watched Jennifer pause just a step away from the door. The woman's blue eyes glanced back to the beastie, gaze following the Apex's elongated muscled arms, thick metal-plated tails, their twitching rattles near the piercing pincers and closed sharp jaw.

She bit her bottom lip, her hands slid down to her hips as she slowly strutted back over to Sonya.

"You know," Jennifer said as she reached the bed, "I just remembered how I never thanked you for stopping that assassin. And a good beast like you deserves a fitting reward for protecting her mistress so well."

Sonya cocked her head, red optic narrowing down at Jennifer. Sonya remembered the incident clearly; there had been a scorned bidder who lost because of Dicko's fateful mistake of convincing them to bet a lot of money against Malvolio. He managed to slip past Jennifer's guards and got too close for Sonya's liking.

Luckily, the Apex was on Jennifer's patrol guard, and she had spotted the glint of the knife before it had even left its sheath. Fittingly, she gave the man the same end she gave Dicko when saving her mistress; a biting introduction to her maw.

But that had been several weeks ago.

"Is that so?" Sonya inquired, wishing she had a brow to raise.

Jennifer only nodded, wetting her petite lips. She slid two fingers on both hands underneath her dress' loose straps, letting them fall limply down her arms to expose more skin. She reached behind her back, tugging the zip down behind her dress so she could loosen her front, exposing a small amount of cleavage to the Apex.

Sonya was surprised of her own self-control when her lens zoomed in on the skin, how calm and collected she managed to breathe. She restrained herself though; she had too much pride in herself to lay down and roll over like a dog.

No, she had a better idea.

"Oh, don't bullshit me with your "reasoning" darling, you just want me to fuck your brains out until you forget your own name and can't remember your troubles in the morning," Sonya retorts, her talons touching the ground as she leans over the bed, bringing her head closer to Jennifer's face.

There was no fear in her mistress' eyes, only a waiting expectation and a carnality that involuntarily made the Apex shake in excitement. Sonya continued, "If you think you can flatter me into getting between your legs, then I encourage you to resume because it is working."

Jennifer grinned in triumph as she proceeded to pull her zipper down further, but halted when Sonya added, "However, as I said before, it'll require you to beg."

Jennifer scoffed and shook her head, "I'm not doing that. You fuck me, or you don't. Your choice."

Despite her confidence, Sonya saw through her act and huffed out a disappointed steam of air as she started retracting backwards, "Oh well, I guess I won't-"

With her bluff blown, Jennifer's eyes widened as she reached forward for the Apex's face, pleading, "Wait! Fuck, fine, please fuck me. Please plow my pussy with your long, flexible and magnificent tongue until my mind goes blank. Make me scream your name each time you make me cum. I'll do anything you want, Sonya."

Sonya wished she could grin just as badly as she wished she could get wet right now.

She decided to put an end to her mistress' misery.

"Since you begged so desperately for it, I guess I have no choice but to fuck your brains out," Sonya concurred, and hummed, "But I'm curious... you'll do anything I want?"

Jennifer paused, narrowed her eyes in challenge, and responded, "Yes. I'll... try whatever you want, as long as I get fucked in the end. Sound like a fair exchange?"

Sonya nodded and tapped a talon on her chin in thought. There weren't much things her body could be used for during sex that wouldn't be detrimental to Jennifer's health, with exception to her tongue and the rattles under her curved blades that tipped her tails.

Although, she recalled the night she and Jennifer had met and began their cooperation, specifically to the moment where the Apex had Jennifer restrained with her tails, That has been something I've wanted to do again.

Gaining an idea, she replied, "You know, I've been wanting to try some bondage on you."

Jennifer's face scrunched in confusion until Sonya's tails disconnected from the walls and awaited by the Apex's sides. There were three in total, all tipped with dagger like pincers, and two rattles that resided near the curve of the blade, which she's been allowed to use like a vibrator before.

Jennifer once again bit her bottom lip while she thought of those around her body.

"I have no complaints," she tells the beastie, though frowns at the state of the bed, "Though I'm not getting naked until the bed's cleared of your mess."

Sonya knelt up so she could get a better look at the bed. Her optic immediately spotted the dust and chips of the ceiling that managed to fall down.

Without much patience, Sonya took the solution of using her tails to tip the bed to the side and shake off all the unwanted variables, before setting it back down normally.

"That better?" she asked.

Jennifer looked at the newest state of her large bed, which now lacked the pillows and blankets that were unceremoniously tossed off. Though seeing that the silk sheets remained on, all Jennifer responded with was a calm yet exasperated, "Sure."

Sonya positioned herself closer to the wall of the bed's frame, knelt down so she wouldn't cover most of the bed's space when her head laid down, while also keeping her tails free and ready.

Jennifer crawled onto the bed, swaying her body seductively while she made her way over to the Apex's head, which allowed the straps of her golden dress to loosen further down, just above her elbows. The front of her dress barely hung close to her chest, and Sonya swore she felt her brain overheat when her optic focused on the view of more of Jennifer's cleavage barely hidden by the loose clothes.

Jennifer got close enough to the Apex's face just to lean upwards until she sat at her bare heels, one hand going behind to zip her dress down the rest of the way, while the other kept the front of her dress from falling down. Sonya slightly tilted her head up so her optic could capture everything.

"I know how excited you've been for this," Jennifer purred as she gazed into the red hue of Sonya's optic, "I know you've been craving to see these again."

She pulled one strap down all the way, and then freed her arm of the other, before grabbing her the front of her dress and pulling the golden gown down, slightly jiggling free her petite perky tits. Sonya shook with a passionate eagerness at the visual image, just about all her mind could express through the body without pouncing onto Jennifer to forgo the bondage altogether.

She wanted to restrain herself, to prolong this just long enough to enjoy the experience and ensure she actually succeeds in listening to Jennifer's only demand.

"I know you've missed them," Jennifer swayed her chest, catching the Apex full attention. She grabbed hold of her breasts, massaging and giving her tits a pleasing yet playful squeeze as Sonya observed, winding herself up while putting on a show for her beastie. She gasped as she flicked her nipples, gently twisting them between her fingers as the tingling sensations caused her thighs to rub together.

She was enjoying herself now, and from how she looked at Sonya's quivering form, she knew the Apex enjoyed this show as well.

Jennifer stood up, dragging her hands over her breasts as she brought them across the skin of her body, the ticklish senses stirring a heat to coil within her. She performed a sensual dance in view of Sonya's optic, bringing her hands down to her hips where her dress hung closely, thumbs digging under the gown's hem, teasingly dragging it below her pelvis.

She spun around in her erotic sway, much to Sonya's surprise, but leaned down as she dragged the rest of her dress over her sexy ass, nothing worn underneath. She let the golden gown fall the rest of the way and glanced back at Sonya's now widened optic. With a pleased smirk, Jennifer gave herself a resounding smack against one of the cheeks.

Sonya's talons scraped against the marble floor. She clenched her jaw as she clutched hold over her fraying self-control, deciding that Jennifer's teasing needed to end here.

Thankfully, it was just about time Jennifer finished her little striptease for Sonya, and her blonde mistress knelt on her heels, dainty hands grabbing hold one of the alien protrusions coming out the Apex's head and underneath the narrow chin of her sharp jaw respectively, intentionally pressing her petite breasts against the optic as she leaned her head down to a small slit beside Sonya's frame to sultrily whisper in her audio receptors.

"What now, Sonnie?"

The lustful softness of her nickname snapped Sonya out of her patient observations, and she lifted her head up out of Jennifer's hold so her red optic could meet her mistress' blue eyes below.

"Now, I'll require you to turn around," Sonya instructed, her tails moving closer to the bed, "Make sure your arms are crossed behind you, and legs spread apart."

Jennifer turned around as instructed; not without doing a little show of shaking her ass temptingly as she settled into the position. Sonya was fueled with even more excitement of the opportunity of returning some teasing of her own.

Jennifer crossed her arms behind her, and Sonya immediately coiled her middle tail around the smaller woman's waist which then extended to her dainty hands, earning a surprise yelp from her mistress as her arms were secured tightly.

"Do you trust me?" Sonya let the question out softly at the shell of Jennifer's ear, her middle tail's blade carefully and gently stroking its cool steel-like tip down the human's back. The bladed pincer soon curved to brush one of mistress' lower cheeks, sensing her body clench at the sensual contact on instinct while the other tails began to coil under and around her thighs, "To release your doubts? To let go of all your inhibitions?"

With me, Sonya left unsaid. She shunned the thought... the very emotion infecting it, aside to the corners of her mind. No need to mix feelings with pleasure. Especially when she was nothing more than a thing to Jennifer...

As both tails snaked up from Jennifer's thighs to her upper body, the left pincer delicately scraped along her stomach while the right began to curl around her right breast with the blade leaving a ghost of a kiss to her jaw in passing.

Jennifer gasped out a light moan when her middle tail began to rub against her wet cunt, in a back and forth motion, ensuring the blade's sharpness did not touch the soft flesh. Soon the sleek metal was glistened with her slickness.

"Fuck, yes," Jennifer answered approvingly, rocking her wet cunt in unison of the tail. She bit her bottom lip to suppress another moan as the left and right tipped tails coiled around her tits, the appendages lightly playing with her breasts with deliberate twists and squeezes, the blades lightly kissing along the sensitive flesh.

Sonya focused on the priority of not piercing the skin with her tipped blades. She teased the flesh with an expertise akin to a surgeon, with her only intent of not cutting in and letting Jennifer bleed.

God forbid Jennifer cums early to the sight of her own blood because Sonya got sloppy. The Apex wanted to prolong this for her own sense of pleasure as well.

Soon her tails lifted up Jennifer, much to the smaller woman's surprise. Sonya raised her above the beastie's head, claws brought on to the bed in case the Apex had to catch her.

Slowly, she rotated Jennifer upside-down so her optic could get a better look at her reactions. To her delight, Jennifer squirmed in her grip, like last time. Unlike last time, the cause of her squirming came from the vibrating rattles that grazed closer to her swelling clit, the tipped blade positioned to poke above her trimmed blonde pubic hair.

Jennifer whined when the rattles on the left and right tails began to move, flicking her erect nipples between the vibrating pair on both coiled tails. She tried to arch her back into the vibrating sensations, as well as attempted to widen her legs so the rattles on the middle tail would have more space, but Sonya kept her restrained in position, brushing the rattles to her wet puffy pussy but never staying for long. She was completely at Sonya's mercy.

Much to the younger woman's growing frustration. A frustration that transitioned into a filthy, primal need.

Sonya was enticed by the desperate whines that escaped Jennifer's mouth, her red optic hungrily filling it's view of her elevated bare body; held up by her, restrained by her, receiving and being denied pleasure from her.

She focused on the blonde's gaping pouts, faint blush forming across her face, her blonde hair flowing downwards. Sonya's tongue flicked within her closed maw at the sight of sweat beginning to break from her mistress' body, who uselessly rutted her hips in the air to reach the teasing rattles, how pronounced her small breasts were from their bound state and the slick juices surrounding her pussy.

Sonya's entire system felt a fluctuation of pleasure within herself from the visual stimuli. It wouldn't be enough to ever reach a satisfying conclusion, though it was fun, nonetheless. When her audio receptors picked up pleading mewls coming from Jennifer, Sonya knew it was nearly time to settle her part of this exchange.

"What was that?" Sonya playfully inquired, listening to the words being interrupted by soft gasps whenever her rattles vibrated too close to her sensitive cunt and swollen clit, "I can't hear what you’re trying to say over such lewd sounds darling. Could you perhaps speak up?”

Through shaky breaths, Jennifer swallowed her murmured pleas and choked out a strained, "Sonya... I don't know how much longer I can do this. I want to cum. Please, it's unbearable, let me cum already. Stop teasing and fuck me!"

Sonya ate up her begging cries; she could see a glimpse of forming tears at her eyes. She briefly wondered if she should just wait long enough for her mistress to start crying, so she could bring out her tongue and lap up the falling tears. She hadn't kissed the woman's face with her tongue in a while, it could be a nice change of pace to show she cared-

As quickly as that idea came, Sonya dismissed the thought with a visceral fear? rejection. If she did that, then she wouldn't stop at the tasteful tears; she'd continue stroking her tongue along Jennifer's sweaty and salty unmarked flesh, until she got down to between her thighs and fed on the fluids there.

She could make Jennifer cry from pleasure then, sure; but she didn't want to use her tongue to have the woman undone, she wanted her mistress gushing from her very touch.

Sonya refocused on Jennifer once more, her helpless form cursing underneath her breath as her breasts were continuously played with while her pussy received nothing but teasing touches that edged her on but denied her true release.

Sonya hummed, feigning pondering in thought, as she took a sweet moment to bask in the wanton whimpers that were caused by her.

"How badly do you want this?" Sonya asked her, bringing her red optic to Jennifer's pleading blue eyes, "How desperate are you to want to be undone by a terrible beast like me? Say it..."

Those two husky, imploring, eager words made Jennifer shiver, feeling hotter. Through the haze, she rasped out with a sense of urgent need she's never spoken in before, "I can think of no one else who can satisfy me like you..."

Though caught off-guard, Sonya was not unsatisfied with the answer. She absorbed those words into the very core of her mind, sparking a renewed sense of determination.

"Well then," the beastie said, Jennifer's words lingering on the precipices of her audio receptors, feeling her "heart" pump faster, "I think you've endured enough teasing. You deserve this for being such a good, patient girl."

Jennifer shrieked in surprise when the vibrating rattles were buried against her slick folds and sensitive clit. However, when the initial shock wore off, it was replaced with an alluring moan, followed by a symphony of gasps, the short bursts of pleased shouts, and the sweet curses that she managed through her panting. She closed her eyes and started to arch her back again, and this time Sonya adjusted her tails grip to accommodate Jennifer's position.

It wouldn't be long until she was finished. Though Sonya decided to speed up the process by taking advantage of one of Jennifer's weaknesses; her voice.

"You should see yourself," Sonya husked out, her voice thick with lust, "How fucking enrapturing you are right now. Above here, bound by me, fucked by me, you look like a goddess. Oh, your little noises make it so tempting to ravish your flesh and pussy so I can make you scream louder."

Jennifer failed to suppress the whiny, pathetic whimper with a tender lip bite, and Sonya snickered at the reaction.

"Oh, but it's true," Sonya responded, the quills along her back standing up, elated by such noises as she continued, "Though I never realized how restraining you like this could bring out even more beautiful noises from you. I could just have you like this whenever you're being so bratty. Rip that dress off. Bind your limbs. Tease your wet cunt, edging it as you rut like a bitch in heat chasing after that final release. But it'll never come. More accurately, you'll never cum."

The image of Jennifer on her knees in this bedroom, writhing in the restraints of Sonya's tail, desperately begging her to end the torment, brought a familiar sense of sadism into her system. However, she did feel an odd sensation of heat rise in her body.

She returned back to the assignment at hand, the heat radiating at the back of her mind as she hummed and said, "Oh can you envision it, Jennifer? How much of a writhing, filthy mess you'd be? You'd be left unsatisfied, without release. Not unless you crawled onto your knees and begged so pitifully. Maybe alone. Maybe not. But tell me, if you were to do that, should I give in and fuck you like I do now?"

A resounding and gasping "YES" was Jennifer's response as her hips jutted at the rattles faster. So close now...

"Such an enthusiastic answer. You must be so close now," Sonya noted, not noticing her own jaw gaping open as her red optic recorded Jennifer's unravelling, "You've taken me so well this far. Letting me taste you, ruin you. So strong and resilient. With the most perfect body just for me. You do these filthy activities so impressively, as a naughty girl like you should. Oh, I love the way your flesh bruises and reddens and scars from me. I love the taste of your tears, of your sweat and of your juices. And I love how loud I make you scream and cry and moan. Especially when the only word coming out of your mouth is my name. Makes me fantasize doing it all in front of everyone. What say you? Perhaps on a live hologram broadcast during a Beastie tournament? In the storage unit for all the passing guards and personnel to listen to? Or maybe in a meeting with those morons who dare to ogle you-?"

Sonya was interrupted by an abrupt and approving moan, which slipped into a pleased humming smile from Jennifer.

"Oh? You like that idea? Is that what you want?" Sonya inquired with an endeared curiosity, surprised by the quick nod that followed, "Does it turn you on? At the thought of me fucking you in front of those leering senile men? My, my. What a dirty little slut you are, wanting to be humiliated by me so desperately that you would want those old fucks to see how good I make you feel. Or perhaps it because you want to show them that you're mine. For me, and me alone. No one else. Maybe in one of your next meetings, I'll accompany you. And whenever you go to speak, I'll be behind you, my long, flexible and magnificent tongue lapping at the nape of your neck, nibbling at the flesh with teasing little bites, my claws digging at your glimmering dress. One tail snaking under your skirt. Maybe I'll leave small cuts in passing, letting that lovely crimson run down those fine legs of yours. But once that tail reaches its destination, I'll let the vibrations tease your wet cunt until your legs begin to wobble."

"I'll tear open the front of your dress, let those ravishing tits of yours breathe within a room where they've been dreamed about for so long, except the only one having any fun with them there will be me," Sonya had a tail squeeze promisingly around one of Jennifer's tits as emphasis, "I'll have another tail play with one while my tongue lavishes the other. Don't worry, I'll have my last tail free to ensure none of them stop us, and no one leaves, bound by their pathetic fear. I'll rip your dress off, exposing your body to them all, let them see how dripping fucking wet you are for me, and I'll pick you up, bring you to the table, splayed out like a feast ready to be dined. But only for one though."

She pressed her closed jaw to whisper, "None of them will touch you. We'll show them how well you take me. How beautiful you sing my name. How much you enjoy being fucked dirty by me, and how good of a naughty girl you are to me. Show them you find more pleasure whoring yourself to a beastie than being touched by any of their limp dicks. Reveal your deadliness to them, unleash your claws and mark my metal with your scratches as I leave my own marks along your beautiful body. I bet their hearts would give out at the sight. I don't think their weak pride could take it. The fact you'd cum to a- disgu- terrible monst- beast like me, wouldn't you agree, my sexy- gorgeous- beautif- fucking - goddes- belov- m-!"

Everything was so unbearably hot. Her mind seemed to be on some kind of fritz, just like her voice box. Diagnostics on the system returned with nothing of issue, nor of any errors.

And yet Sonya felt so unbelievably strained from the task at hand. As if exhaustion of all things was overcoming her body as she continued to bring Jennifer closer to her release.

And her voice box. She didn't understand what was wrong with it. It bugged out, replacing words she wanted to say with those she'd never in her life say to Jennifer. But most importantly...

Was that my voice? Not her current voice, the one she was forced to adopt, but the one that Malvolio stole from her.

It didn't matter much, focusing on it was too much of a strain while she was fucking Jennifer at the same time. She refocused her efforts in bringing her mistress over the edge.

Luckily, she didn't have to wait long.

Her words, in combination to the unrelenting rattles fucking her pussy and fondling her breasts, had culminated in Jennifer arching her back more while screaming out Sonya's name, accompanied by the gushing squirts onto the Apex's tail.

Witnessing the result, Sonya swiftly stopped the rattles and brought Jennifer down to the bed safely. She managed to lay the woman down onto her front before her usually durable limbs failed her. She caught herself from laying on top of Jennifer, and carefully positioned herself to lay down by Jennifer's left.

Both beastie and mistress heaved for air, the activity exhausting for both parties involved, much to Sonya's bafflement.

They laid beside each other, just for the moment, to catch their breath.

Jennifer opened her blue eyes to just gaze at the Apex, eyes taking in Sonya's strangely exhausted form. She brushed a strand of her now messy and sweaty blonde hair aside, let out a little laugh, and said, "That was... amazing."

Sonya grunted in agreement, unable to currently verbalize. She did use enough strength to bring the tipped middle tail to her view, the rattles and the curved blade under it glimmering in Jennifer's juices, not dissimilar to the woman's dress.

She opened her jaw to bring her tongue out, cleaning up the slick fluids. She rumbled approvingly at the sweetly sour taste.

Her audio receptors picked up on the soft sound of a slick pussy being gently stroked. Sonya looked over to see Jennifer still staring at her but with a newfound hunger. Sonya noticed that her ass was slightly bent up, with one of her hands massaging her cunt.

"You look so hot when you do that," she husked out, and Sonya felt her exhaustion dissipate when Jennifer asked, "Do you want to put that tongue to better use?"

Sonya tilted her head, her lens focusing on Jennifer's face, "Round two? Now?"

"Don't you remember what we agreed on? "Until my mind goes blank", "until I forget my own name" and "can't remember my troubles in the morning"," Jennifer recalled, and in that sultry mocking tone of hers, "Or are you tapping out after round one?"

A new edge burned within Sonya, and she leaned up, looking down at Jennifer's nude body, asking, "Is that a challenge?"

Jennifer though playfully shrugged, spreading her legs wider as she continued stroking herself with hushed breathy moans.

Sonya took the opportunity to place her right hand over on the other side of Jennifer, until she was above the woman. She retracted until she was staring at both her mistress' sexy ass and her glistened pussy.

Blue eyes glanced to Sonya's observing form, and removed her slick-covered hand, caressing it on one of her ass cheeks before giving it a smack to entice the beastie, as she returned her hand to under her chin.

Sonya let out an amused chuckle as she took out her tongue. However, she pressed it from her mistress' tail bone all the way up her spine, the heat and wetness of the elongated and rough bio-mechanical muscle causing Jennifer to gasp and shiver from its texture.

Sonya lowered herself so she was right on top of her mistress, her gaping jaw releasing a soft exhale of hot steam brush at the woman's ear.

"You're not going to make it to any meetings tomorrow," Sonya informed her mistress.

Jennifer only smirked at her words, not returning a reply as she got comfortable. The beastie retracted back to where her mistress needed her the most.

Though unnecessary, Sonya couldn't help but lick around her mouth as she prepared to satiate her hunger, as well as Jennifer's.

[A/n] And from there on, Jennifer decided bondage was an excellent excuse to get out of a meeting she didn't want to attend the next day.

I wanna say that I may have gone a bit overboard, but overboard is just in-character for them (at least in my series).

[glynnisi]

Updated my ShieldShock Shorts Collection, Rapid Imaginings, with a story I posted here a few years ago.

Boundaries

*RING*  

His OTHER phone startled them.

Steve’s rhythm faltered. Darcy grunted, “fuck!”  Then, realizing the source of the noise, Darcy shuddered guiltily.

“Sorry.” Steve apologized, reaching for the phone.

Darcy blurted, “I’m his daughter,” and burst out crying.

[corpsedessert]

Lawmane Edit 🍰🍓

This song is so lawmane coded <3

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Marco/Tobias?

Love it/ Hate it/ Tolerate it/ Would write it/ Have written it/ Would never write it/ Would read it/ Have read it/ Would never read it/ That would be a TRASH FIRE (affectionate)/ That would be a TRASH FIRE (derogatory)/ Squick/ Yay/ Fits with canon (affectionate)/ Fits with canon (derogatory)/ Makes no sense with canon (affectionate)/ Makes no sense with canon (derogatory)

Other: I've shipped these two since the first time I read #51, sometime back in third grade. Their arc from open mutual dislike in the first books to Sarcastic Chaos Alliance in the last ones is just *chef's kiss*

[shieldshockfanfic]

ShieldShock Fanfiction from @grimeysociety

☾ for one muse to hug the other without explanation. Steve/Darcy (or Steve/Darcy/Wanda) if it sparks joy. Thank you.

long ass response whoops... so I put it under a cut

It was one Saturday, and Darcy kept seeing him over and over. 

The first time that day, she was in the kitchen in the early morning. She hadn’t gone to bed yet. The sun was almost up. She was contemplating whether or not she kept going until the afternoon, but she hadn’t managed to drag herself to the coffee machine. Steve walked in, shoes squeaking when he stopped short, taking her in. He didn’t say a word, only gave her a little smile. 

No judgment, only a little acknowledgement, which Darcy appreciated. She lifted her hand and he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, disappearing a second later.

The second time was late morning. Darcy managed to get three hours of sleep before getting herself back to the labs. She was in the kitchen again, forcing herself to stay awake by listening to Sam tell her a story about his childhood in Atlanta. She made sure to nod at the right times, but she was drifting in and out. She contemplated slapping herself to stay awake.

“Lewis, go to bed,” she heard Sam say, but she grunted her refusal, an unpleasant sound she wished Steve didn’t hear her make when he walked in.

He looked good. He always did. He seemed well-rested and energized, wearing track pants and a shirt, lifting his chin at Sam.

“Ready?” Sam said, and Steve nodded. 

He stayed silent, eyes drifting to Darcy as Sam got up from his chair, hitting her shoulder a couple times.

“Leave me alone,” she groaned. She was going to kill Jane for this breakthrough. She’d barely slept that week, and she was reaching a breaking point. 

She fell asleep at her desk, getting pen on her cheek that she rubbed off by the time she got her lunch, seeing Steve with Bucky this time.

“Sleeping Beauty,” Bucky said, watching Darcy go to the fridge. She flipped him off, not meaning it, winking at him a second later.

God, she was wrecked. She was flirting with him in front of her actual crush. She hadn’t done that before. She didn’t want wires crossed. Luckily, when Nat walked in a second later, it was made all the more obvious that Bucky was in deep with her, his whole body shifting at the sight of her. She walked through, not saying a word, and Bucky rose from his chair, following her.

Steve gave a short laugh, looking down at his plate and shaking his head. Darcy watched Bucky leave, a glass of cold brew at her lips, smacking them after she took a sip. 

Steve looked at her again, smiling, and he propped his elbow up on the counter, watching her. 

“I’m heading back out,” Darcy whispered. Her commentary wasn’t necessary, but Steve made her want to fill the silence. She had a tendency to babble around him sometimes, and knew it was best if she left early. She snagged a couple granola bars from the stack on the counter on her way out, Steve smiling after her. He was so pretty it hurt a little. 

Dinner time, and she saw him race through to grab more water. She meant to say hello, meant to make some dumb joke about how they were practically on the same schedule. He didn’t spend enough time there, his brow furrowed. Darcy’s humor melted away, her exhaustion taking over. She wished so badly she could go to sleep, but she had too much to do. Jane was already texting her in rapid fire while she stood in front of the microwave, watching her Tupperware spin. 

She was back in the kitchen a few hours later, slumped over, watching the clock on her phone tick over to 12AM. Officially a new day, but nothing felt any different. The hours were blending together. She got a text from Jane and she began to chuckle:

Don’t come in tomorrow.

Apparently Jane had a limit, too, Darcy just hadn’t seen it in six months. She wanted to thank not only God but Jesus for Jane’s brain actually having a reset button. She chuckled again, thinking of her soft bed, the quilt and the pillow she knew she needed to throw out, but she was too attached, it was too soft. 

She heard footsteps, eyes still on her phone. She’d probably drift of there and wake up in a pool of drool. 

Then she felt arms around her and she was wide awake, breathing in a scent that was familiar, a deodorant that was vaguely cedar and a fabric softener... it was Steve. 

Steve was hugging her. She put her arms up, curling them around his neck, her eyes still closed.

“I’m gonna put you to bed, okay?” he whispered, and Darcy nodded, smiling.

He hoisted her up with ease and Darcy hummed appreciatively, her phone swiped up before she could forget it. He carried her out of the kitchen and into the corridor, leaning down to press the button to call the elevator.

“What about you?” Darcy mumbled, her nose brushing his neck.

“Hmm?”

“What about you, are you going to bed?”

“I hoped-”

“Plenty of room in mine,” Darcy said, all caution to the wind.

He was carrying her bridal-style, to be fair. 

“Your instinct was to hug me?” Darcy said, after Steve had gone quiet, probably overthinking her slurred proposal.

“You looked so sleepy,” he said. “And... And I wanted to.”

“You’re definitely staying with me tonight,” Darcy whispered.

[shyjusticewarrior]

Gotham Incorrect Quotes Pt 159

Oswald: But really how can anyone have your standards.

Ed: I'm not perfect.

Oswald: I'd love to hear how you are not.

Ed: You would?

Oswald: It may help me. I'd love to not love you some days.

Ed: It is a burden, is it?

Oswald: Unrequited love is notoriously so.

Ed: I'm ruthless.

Oswald: Love that about you.

Ed: I can be judgemental.

Oswald: You don't think that. You think you are just perceptive and percise in attributing everyone's deficiencies and shortcomings.

Ed: Sometimes I think you're the only person who really knows me.

Oswald: I do.

Ed: You look at me and I can tell you sense all of me.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

The Megamilla Ship: Megatron x Carmilla Carmine (2024)

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[Note: I do plan to use this drawing as a Cover for a future chapter, that has to do with a Crossover story that has Sari Sumdac in it, but it's okay that not everyone reads it, and like I pointed out before, it wasn't originally going to have Transformers in it but some ideas changed, and well it's lucky the name of the story fits with a Crossover with Transformers, also please do NOT reblog this without my permission, while I will have this over at Quotev as well, as I have plans to have it be in a future chapter as a cover, where I want to have Megatron x Carmilla happen...anyway I might have the story that I plan to have those two end up together, on a bit longer hiatus, along with the one with Spinel from Steven Universe, where she ends up becoming a part of I.M.P from Helluva Boss. if I'm able to, I will try to work more on the chapters for both stories, but it might not be for a while, but maybe if I'm able to, it can be around February that I post the next new chapters, but no promises...if it doesn't end up this month, then maybe it will next month...]

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Credit for Hazbin Hotel goes to Vivienne "Vivziepop” Medrano

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & TakaraTomy

Credit Transformers Animated Series goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

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some can pretty much guess the song from Hazbin Hotel that inspired the idea of these two being ship together…

just had to listen to the song enough to get the idea about Crossover shipping these two together, I'm weird and sometimes my ships will be weird…

but this is both weird yet very interesting to me, I love the idea of Carmilla x Megatron. not everyone has to ship these two together, but I still like the idea of these two being together in the Fanon. also if I want to call Charlie's Dad a "Adorkable Apple Goober" well, that's what I'm going to call him…ya know, as a nickname.

if I can call Ozzie x Fizz by the nickname "Adorkable Sweet Potatoes" as a cute weird nickname, of course I'm going to come up with weirder for Charlie's Dad…

and anyway like it says in the very long note, I do plan to use this drawing for a cover for a future chapter.

also there are some other drawings I do plan to post, but I'm going to wait a few hours to do so...and yeah, the song "Out For Love" from Hazbin Hotel, had inspired the idea for this and it's okay that not everyone ends up crossover shipping these two, it's fine if I'm the only one who is shipping Megamilla right now.

I kind of want to see Niffty going all "bad boy crazy" on either Shockwave or Lockdown.

it be even more funny with Lockdown, who might know how it feels when he takes something from those he goes after for a bounty.

it be funny if Shockwave ends up a little scared of Niffty, yeah he can be scary himself, but it would still be interesting if Niffty ends up scaring half of Megatron's Decepticons.

Blitzwing would be fine, and could be use to how Niffty is.

I wonder if I am the only one who got the whole "Helicopter Mom" or well correction make that "Helicopter Dad" thought pop into my head, from watching the way Angel was acting with Niffty in one of the episodes...but yeah, maybe it was just me.

it be funny and interesting in Hazformers ( the Hazformers AU is thanks to blitzy-blitzwing ) that Alastor asks Blitzwing to watch Niffty, and he has to even take her to where Megatron and the others are.

it be funny if Niffty does something to Blackarachnia that puts a smile on Blitzwing's face, well of course I'm talking about a type of what if type, like if Blitzwing was made by Alastor to watch Niffty.

also even though one of the tags for this, is hazformers, the idea for these two are separate thing. and not sure if many will even ship Megamilla and I'm okay if it's just me right now...

like picture their fight with each other being a mix of a deadly fight and yet a dance at the same time. that can be one of the reasons why that ship is so awesome, well at least to me.

and picture Zestial being very protective of Carmilla.

that would be so adorable if he got protective of her and doesn't trust Megatron with the care of her heart.

I also kind of want to call Zestial by the nickname "Zesty", I wonder if it's weird I want to call him by that nickname...?

calling him by a affectionate nickname like "Grunkle Zesty" wouldn't be much of a insult but some kind of my being weird and I like him. :)

guess I'm just weird for having that nickname idea for him, it's okay that not everyone agrees about it, maybe if I decide to, I could try to use that nickname for him if I decide to add him into that Crossover story that has Sari in it, and maybe in that one with Spinel as well.

anyway in a few others I will be posting some other drawings up.

hope some like this crossover ship drawing between Carmilla and Megatron, even if them being ship together is more in a fanon timeline, and in canon they haven't met but even if characters from two different series haven't met in canon, it wont stop some fans from shipping them together in the fanon.

also the ship name Megamilla was the best thing I could do for Megatron x Carmilla's ship name, not sure if Carmatron would work very well or not...I think Megamilla works a bit better.

I would be surprised if others end up doing crossover ship drawings of these two as well and not just me, but who knows if that will happen any time soon or not for a while. but it's fine if not many end up doing crossover ship drawings of Megamilla, maybe sometime when I'm able to, I will do another drawing of Megamilla. :)

[chrissyfied]

hellcheer

SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL RATE IT! 🔥📣 HELLCHEER 📣🔥

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / SCREAMING AND CRYING AND FANGIRLING / I WILL SHIP THEM IN HELLFIRE 🤭

@outsidermunson

[shieldshockfanfic]

ADORABLE ShieldShock Fanfic from @janeykath318!

Lines (Shieldshock)

“You’re hotter than a bunsen burner set to full power.”

“You’re like an exothermic reaction: you spread your hotness everywhere!”

“Oh, gosh. Someone kill me now.” Darcy whimpered at her own line and fled the room. Steve’s face was a bright red and currently buried in his hands. They were on the second day of this Steve and Darcy pick up line spree, and it was starting to get weird.

It had all started yesterday when the Avengers returned from a mission and Darcy had been handing out her famous brownies.

When she’d handed hers to Steve she’d said “Are you a compound of beryllium and barium? Because you’re a total Ba-Be.”

Steve’s reply had stunned his friends. “You must be a magnetic monopole, because all I get from you is attraction.”

The scientists among them had burst out laughing and Steve and Darcy had both turned red. When they’d tried to interact at supper, a similar exchange happened and many eyebrows rose.

“Damn, Steve, you’re worse than I used to be.” Bucky had observed with an impish grin.

“You’re a bad influence,” Steve had muttered.

“Don’t stop. This is getting really entertaining,” Tony observed, munching popcorn.

“It would be if we could control it.” Steve sighed. “I physically cannot say anything to Darcy that’s not a pick up line. My brain gets overridden by what comes out of my mouth. And I’m pretty sure it’s happening to her, too.”

“The power of lust, I presume,” Tony theorized. “Clearly, the UST has reached dangerous levels. I’ve seen the way you look at each other.”

“Not helpful, Tony,” Rhodey put in.

“I think Steve is right,” Bucky put in. “You can see their mouths start to form completely different words from what they end up saying. It’s like they’re being overridden.”

Steve’s longtime bestie looked deeply concerned and Tony grimaced at what he was implying.

“I see what you mean,” Natasha put in thoughtfully. “They’re perfect for each other, but it has to be consensual. Something or someone is taking matchmaking too far.”

“Let’s test this theory a bit,” Bruce suggested. “If it checks out, we’ll have to have them both undergo medical exams.”

Steve made a face, but nodded.

“Someone’s gotta find Darcy though,” he sighed. “I think she’s run off to her lair, as she calls it. I’d go get her, but…… you know…” He shrugged helplessly.

“You might accidentally proposition her?” Tony asked gleefully. Steve glared at him.

“Have you tried non-verbal communication?” Suggested Clint. “Writing a note or text her? Find out how far the control goes?”

Steve’s eyes brightened and he eagerly snatched the pen and memo pad thrust at him.

Darcy, meanwhile, was moping in the small break room outside the lab. It had been fitted out with a couch, tv, and vending machines and was a very cozy spot to relax in. She wasn’t feeling very relaxed as she thought about the situation with Steve. Yes, she was crazy about the man, but she sure didn’t like feeling out of control. Steve would probably never want to speak to her again if they couldn’t figure out what was causing the uncontrollable pick up line syndrome.

Right as she was mourning a potentially ruined friendship, There was a knock at the door and she looked up to see Steve silently standing there.

Clapping a hand over her mouth to prevent any more episodes, she shook her head at him vehemently. Steve gave her a knowing grin and silently handed her a note written in elegant cursive.

Darcy,

Can you come back to the meeting room? We want to test a theory and brainstorm solutions. You don’t have to talk to me, but it looks like with writing we still can communicate without hitting on each other. I wrote this myself and didn’t have any issues.

This was hopeful. Scrambling for a pen, Darcy flipped over Steve’s note and wrote on the back.

Thank Goodness. Also, I’m really sorry, Steve. Can we still be friends?

She showed him her response and he quickly added his response.

Nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault. Of course we can still be friends. Life would be sad without you in it.

Awww. That’s super sweet. Also, your penmanship is commendable. Forties thing?

Steve chuckled and swiftly replied.

Nope. My mom taught me. Bucky’s is chicken scratch.

Darcy laughed out loud and got up from the couch.

Let’s go, Soldier. I apologize in advance for the inappropriate things I’ll say to you.

Ditto. Steve replied. They shared rueful smiles and headed back to face the music.

“Okay, Steve and Darcy, we’re going to give you each a sentence and then you’re going to say it back to one of us, then again to each other, okay?”

They nodded simultaneously and the test began.

They were both able to repeat back to Bruce the sentence that he had given them, but when they turned to each other what came out was:

“Your angles must be less than 90 degrees, because I think that you are so acute,” Darcy blurted.

“You must be mitochondria, because you’re the powerhouse of my heart,” Steve replied, wincing at himself.

“Not gonna lie, that last one was pretty cheesy,” Bucky commented, grinning again.

Darcy silently agreed, though the look on Steve’s face was so comical, she had to laugh.

“I love how they’re all science themed,” Tony observed. “Very thematic for Darcy.”

“Oh, hush,” Darcy reprimanded him. “This better not be anything you caused.”

“Nope.” Tony denied. “Pepper would slay me.”

“Well, it looks like we’ve established that Steve and Darcy can speak normally to other people, but not to each other,” Bruce summarized. “And they can converse with each other normally via written word. Interesting.”

He thought for a moment, then continued with a question.

“Can either of you two think of any unusual things that happened to you this week? Lab incidents? Mission mishaps?”

Darcy thought hard and she could practically see the gears turning in Steve’s head as he did the same.

“No, nothing I can think of. Mission was routine. They didn’t even get close enough to really cause any issues,” Steve reported.

“Well, Jane and I went out for drinks with Thor and Loki before she left for that conference. Loki was on his best behavior for once, but that doesn’t mean much. I got a little too drunk and might have confessed something to him that I shouldn’t have,” Darcy admitted, with a sinking feeling, not daring to look at Steve.

“Oh, yeah. What do you want to bet that the god of mischief decided to “help” things along?” Clint asked.

“Seems like something he’d do,” Bucky agreed.

“Yup.” Darcy sighed. “I’ll go see if the Big Guy is still around. We’ll get to the bottom of this.”

A quick call to Jane revealed that Thor was still on earth and would get there as soon as he could.

In the meantime, Bruce had Steve and Darcy undergo medical checkups and brain scans just to check that there wasn’t anything else causing the issue. Everything came back clear, so Loki was deemed the culprit and all they could do was wait for Thor to track him down.

The wait felt interminable to Darcy, who missed talking/flirting with Steve. Natasha got fed up with seeing them writing on note pads all the time and made sure they were given each other’s phone number. The switch to texting resulted in the sharing of funny memes and Darcy making Steve laugh so hard he grabbed his own chest. She felt very satisfied and also very smitten. Finally, she took matters into her own hands. They were alone in the kitchen, waiting on their coffee to finish brewing when she plucked up her courage to admit the truth.

Hey, Steve,

I wouldn’t be mad if you asked me out for realsies. What I drunkenly confessed to Loki was that I really, really like you.

Her heart was in her throat as she waited for his response, but judging by the way he smiled as he typed, she felt sure it was going to be positive.

Darcy, I would love to take you on a date. I’m ashamed of how chicken I’ve been about it, but I’ve liked you for a while. Insecurities got the better of me. I’m definitely a work in progress, but I do think you’re hotter than a bunsen burner.

Darcy flushed and looked up to meet Steve’s gaze. He gave her the innocent boyish smile he was known for, but followed it up with a suggestive wink. Holy cow.

You’re gonna kill me with your cuteness, aren’t you? She typed.

Not purposely. I’d like to have you around for a long, long time.

“Are you the Higgs-Boson Particle? Because I’ve been colliding and colliding and I finally found you,” Darcy proclaimed, forgetting herself in her delight.

Oops. She typed out, reddening again. What I was trying to say is “I hope you’re around for a long time, too.”

Thor and Loki arrived two days after this monumental conversation and Darcy didn’t have the heart to be very angry with him.

“The mutual pining between the two of you was nauseating and I decided to help things along,” Loki told them haughtily. “The spell will dissipate instantly if you kiss, and will wear off more slowly if you have communicated your feelings for each other.”

“How slowly?” Steve asked.

“No more than three of your measly human days,” Loki answered, looking rather smug as he observed Steve and Darcy.

“That means we have one more day until it wears off,” Steve said. He looked questioningly at Darcy.

Meet me in my lair in one hour. She texted, shooting him a wink. Steve happily obeyed.

“I’m attracted to you so strongly, scientists will have to develop a fifth fundamental force,” he told her just before she kissed him senseless.

“I guess it worked,” Steve breathed breathlessly when he’d finally caught his breath.

“Yeah, it did,” Darcy agreed, glad the words coming out of her mouth were her own again. “But I have one more line for you.”

“Oh? Do tell,” Steve encouraged her, arms still around her.

“You must be from the cosmos because your body is heavenly.” She whispered coquettishly, running her hand down his muscular arm. Steve turned an adorable shade of pink and kissed her again.