#feelin diabolical

[miaaxjb]

lady gaga and finn wittrock behind the scenes of ahs: hotel

they make me question things abt myself.

[cinamun]

Another problematic hot take from yours truly:

There's discourse roaming around the web about whether or not Kendrick is 'taking it too far' and are folks 'getting tired of it' at this point. And how much dragging is too much dragging.

This is stupid and short-sighted and a reflection of the do-it-in-six-seconds-and-move-to-the-next-trend head ass society we are. This is not, nor has this ever been how hip hop culture works. Rap 'beefs' have a decades long history and some battles have lasted multiple albums.

This 'beef' started publicly in April, just a few months ago (although I'm inclined to believe it started well before then). That's not even long. Jay and Nas (Ether being the last most diabolical diss record before the euphoria/meet the grahams/not like us trifecta) went at each other for two albums (and everything between that).

The beauty of battle is you can skip, c-walk, b-walk, electric slide, wobble and do cartwheels all over your opponents grave and we're going to love it, analyze it and post 45 minute yt videos breaking down every second of it. What's so different about the unprecedented hip hop moment we're living in now is the brilliance in which Kendrick Lamar Duckworth used lyricism, his entire city + Canadian ex-patriots, visual art, the homies, double/triple/quadruple entendres, humor, shock and awe AND make us dance with an anthem for the summer. He wasn't lyin. He's what the culture is feelin.

This is not about 'I'm not American so I don't get it' or the fuckass 'kendrick fans' = 'swifties' argument (stop that shit, specifically). We are witnessing a rebirth of hip hop thanks to a little nappy headed nigga with the world behind him.

From Compton.

[muldermuse]

daddy butcher taking care of your during your period!!

im in the fun stage where my body is getting ready for my period so im having cramps, feelin emotional and exhausted

i feel like he rolls with the punches so well when you’re on your period

like when you’re cranky and miserable he’s smirking at every little kick off you have and just replying with a “whatever you say, darlin’” which just makes you more irked but he’ll make you a drink just the way you like it as a lil apology

his big hands covering your lower stomach??? It’s heaven. acting as like your own personal heat pad AND IMAGINE, him spooning you whilst pressing his hand there. especqlly with like the warmth of his belly spreading across your lower back which is achy as fuuuck

also he’ll rot in bed with you, probably one of his fave things to do. especially when you’re on your period and you just wanna rot and snack- he’s so fucking down for it

also i feel like he’d defend how bad periods actually are???? like he thinks you’re a warrior for bleeding for days once a month. “s’fuckin diabolical that you go through that shit every month”

[pesterloglog]

Meenah Peixes, Cronus Ampora

Act 6, page 5308

MEENAH: gonna make this quick

MEENAH: and this aint like a diving board for you to launch off about your feelins and romprobs

MEENAH: just gimme a straight answer

MEENAH: im gettin a posse together to kill an invincible monster you want in y/n

#yolo #even though #you can die twice?? #w/e

CRONUS: vwhoa, NICE. just got here, and youre already going diabolical, thats the tops.

CRONUS: id lovwe to help. you knowv howv i lovwe to help out, and be there for attractivwe people. thats kind of my thing?

CRONUS: but...

MEENAH: ugh here we go

CRONUS: meenah, i just dont think im in that kind of space nowv in my life. or afterlife, i mean.

MEENAH: what space

CRONUS: an aggressivwe space. ivwe been trying to cool it, be more introspectivwe, search my feelings, vwork on my music.

#grease my hair

CRONUS: i dont think id be much good in a fight. ivwe been trying to get in touch vwith vwho, or i guess vwhat, i really am, and i think ivwe been making some nice breakthroughs.

CRONUS: im telling you this in confidence, but i think im approaching a kind of avwakening, especially since i first started learning about humans. i think i actually might be...

MEENAH: nope

MEENAH: nope nope nope nopenopenope

#uh uh

MEENAH: stop saying whatever that was do not care

CRONUS: youre right, i shouldnt burden you vwith my problems.

CRONUS: forget i said anything. i vwouldnt vwant to compromise our friendship, not evwen to speak of the potential for us to devwelop into something more than just friends.

#by vwhich i mean twvo people vwho freely engage in sexual intercourse

CRONUS: oh, RIGHT. you asked me howv my music vwas going these days, didnt you?

MEENAH: no

CRONUS: its going pretty nicely, i think. been messing vwith dual sawvtooth vwavweforms, i think i really could be hitting on my signature sound.

#if not my signature shape at the vwery least

CRONUS: here, listen to this track. i vwrote it in anticipation of your arrivwal.

[ punkin cravwings (bubstep mix) ]

MEENAH: not clickin that

CRONUS: um, i see. then, vwhat about...

[ punkin party in sea hipsters vwater apocalypse ]

MEENAH: nah

[ lunar lust ]

[ aquasex renegade ]

[ less pale more pail ]

MEENAH: ew

#creep

CRONUS: vwait... i probably shouldnt havwe showvn you those. ok, hold on. i knowv i havwe something here youll dig.

[ giwve him another look ]

[ under your fins all along ]

[ vwe put the us in royal flushes ]

MEENAH: so that was a no to my invite then

MEENAH: which got rescinded halfway thru this convo anyways

MEENAH: time to jet before before you sketch me out some more crotimes

[skull-crusher]

Dustman isn’t here yet because actually I haven’t colored it and I’m feelin diabolical 😈

[bnavmo]

it is what it is (iconic)

i was young & stupid

when we used to fool around

yeah, i was drunk by cupid

you really stood out of the crowd

but your love felt like domestic violence

among abuse, all i could hear was violins

and every time you talked, i bled like violets

i became addicted to your ultraviolence

you told me i live in a fantasy world, candid

i told you it was all an illusion, implanted

welcome to paradise, we've just landed

but soon we'll leave, empty-handed

you tried callin' me, but you got a dial tone, out of reach

you're always lookin' for me, but i'm never home, salary

see the sunrise, ain't it pretty?

forget your home town, yeah, fuck that city

i woke up feelin' kinda OCD

If you're feelin' touchy, don't get close to me

bae, we don't got to make it deep

i got stuff to do, don't start cryin' in front of me

not into projecting insecurities, don't need validation

i'm not into playin' games, i don't seek attention

you're lost, babe, you really need direction

please bore someone else with your obsession

mi corazón era un cristal

que dejaste caer y fragmentarse

grande y puro como un portal

que dejaste para siempre cerrarse

apagado como incendio forestal

en llamas lo dejaste desintegrarse

(...)

y aún late, pero ya no siente lo mismo

desmiente cualquier simbolismo

y repudia toda idea del romanticismo

pero aclama la asertividad del realismo

es capaz de levantarse de cualquier abismo

pero carece de propósito, vive del nihilismo

////

gettin' ready, lookin' iconic

back to back, glamophonic

it's 2008, i'm feeling euphoric

servin' cunt, faster than sonic

my eyes are slitted, i'm diabolic

you got a problem & it's chronic

you want me but this is platonic

gurl, like, honestly, i know i'm superior

say what you want, you're still inferior

you're hot, yeah, you got a nice exterior

but on the inside, you're just the opposite of prettier

while the world's falling apart

i keep on dancing at the bar

but you know there's no bar

just me hotboxing in the car

party for one, caress my scar

i'm cute but my soul's black tar

don't think you gon make it far

i watch em leave as they go

one by one, i watch em go

watch em leave as i glow

i like it fast, never slow

watch you drippin' to my flow

knowin' nothing is all i know

i'm just cruisin'

not a loser, but i'm losin'

i turn down the fuckin' blues &

just wait til i get the booze in

those bitches thought they were choosin'

like this was lollapalooza &

i was just thinkin' choose when

she was lettin' the dudes in

want a private life & cold weather

the less they know, the better

amidst chaos, i'm ligher than a feather

cos i know nothing lasts forever

[danger-blog]

feelin a lil fucked up and magic today

gonna do something diabolical

[babblydrabbly]

A Dash of Truth (Rick Flag x Reader) Fluff

Pairing: Established Rick Flag x F!Reader

Characters: Rick Flag, Harley Quinn, Boomerang, Blackguard.

Warning(s): Drugs. Drinking. Language. Canon-typical violence.

Wordcount: 1.5k+

[ A/N: Here's a quick fic iterating how much I love simp!Rick Flag. ]

@lacontroller1991 @lorecraft @green-socks

Rick gets dosed with a truth serum on a mission. You also happen to be dating him— In secret. The squad will never let you live it down.

"Shit— What is this?" You try to read the label on the bottle half shattered all over the floor. Rick groans as you shoulder as much of his weight as you can.

"Flag." You take his chin in your hand, shaking him a little as he comes to again. "Rick."

"Fuck me." He slurs painfully, eyes prying open. You're relieved but still wary. Running footsteps approach as Harley and Boomer make their way to you from across the destroyed lab.

"Hey, mission accomplished." Boomer grins, holding up a hard case containing the chemical assets you'd all been looking for.

Harley nods to Rick. "Lookin' a little loopy there, Flag."

"He got hit with something. I think it might be poison." You say. Harley comes over to Rick's other side, and the two of you manage to get the hulking man back on his feet. He blinks around, swaying.

"And we're not done." You remind them. "Waller wants this shit hole gone gone. No traces, got it?"

"Yeah, yeah." Harley waves you off. She's still studying Rick. When she pokes him in the chest, he shifts his head toward her, almost drunkenly. "You dyin', Colonel?"

"'M fine." He mutters.

"Guess you're the boss now, boss." Boomer shrugs at you.

When the four of you meet up with the rest of the team, you leave Rick to recover while you oversee the members setting up the charges around the building. When that's done, you update Waller over the comms; As far as suicide missions went, you felt lucky this one was going as well as it was, Rick's state aside.

"Over and out yet, boss?"

You roll your eyes at Blackguard. "Not you too."

You snort at the nickname. You spent most of your time as second in command— You'd be glad when the others wouldn't have to defer to you anymore.

"Show some respect, Hertz." Rick says. He's standing on his own again, a little more aware but still affected. "She's not just your team leader— She happens to be my fuckin' everything."

You freeze, gripping the shoulder strap of your rifle. The other squad members fall silent; Harley's the one to break out into a big diabolical grin first.

"...What did’ya just say, Flag?"

He throws her a look, as if what he said wasn't the most obvious thing in the world. "[L/n] and I—"

"Flag." You snap quickly, removing your comms device from your ear. You flush when you hear the snickers from around the circle. "You're dosed with something. —He's delirious." You try to cover.

He frowns at that. "Nope. Just comin' out with it."

"I fucking knew it!" Harley squeals.

"Fuck!" Blackguard glares at Boomer. "There goes twenty fucking dollars."

You tear your eyes away from Rick, "Excuse me?"

"Oh come on," Harley says, slinging her arm around you. "I was bettin' on you two."

"What is there? A fucking pool?" You say, exasperated, and when the others only exchange glances you deadpan.

"Alright." You bark. You place your earpiece back in and wave everyone off to disperse. "We leave in five."

"Love it when you take charge, hun." Rick grins when he saunters up to you. You'd smack his side if he didn't look so honest as he says it.

You huff. "I don't know what got into you, but you're gonna regret it later."

Hiding your relationship was never a question when the two of you had gotten together just a few months ago. The years of flirting before that had been a secret too. You had agreed— It was better this way.

"Don't know about that. Feelin' pretty good."

You arch a brow, "Yeah?"

"Yeah," He agrees, "Always wanted everyone to know you're mine."

Snorting again, you gently push him away. Rick grasps your arm as he aims his enamored expression at you.

You don't think when a spray of bullets eat at the concrete wall behind Rick— Tackling him to the ground, you bring your rifle up to return fire, your body planted squarely in front of him. Rick sits up dizzily behind you.

A second wave of lab personnel floods the room. You cover for Harley as she runs at them, shouting over the comms for everyone else to fall back. Another sniper up in the rafters takes aim at you, and you hit him square in the eyes first, sending him tumbling over the side. You startle when Rick let's out a whoop.

"That's my fuckin' girl." A hand comes up from behind you, smacking you on the ass.

"Oh my god." You mutter. Through your eyepiece, you can see Boomer doubling over with laughter, even as he beats the shit out of some grunt. Your face reddens.

"Rick, baby. I'm gonna need you to keep your hands to yourself right now." You say patiently. More laughter over the comms. You were glad the rest of the team was getting a kick out of your utter embarrassment.

"I fucking love you."

You take your finger off the trigger and turn around.

You stare at him, the cacophony of shouts and gunfire falling away for a moment. You search Rick's face, wondering just how much of him is actually present right now.

"...I'm going to let that one go, given your... state."

Rick simply smiles, leaning back on his arm as he lies there beside you. "You could. But I meant it, [Y/n]."

It takes another thirty minutes to get out of the lab without losing anyone on the squad. The eight of you in total hot wire a few cars and drive out of the underground facility just as the charges go off, leaving a collapsed sinkhole in your wake.

There's one stop within a hundred miles of the place, and for your band of criminals the shitty bar they convince you to stop at might as well be the Bellagio. You order them a few rounds as you wait for Argus' pickup.

"You break anything and I break your fingers." You threaten Boomer and Blackguard who've picked up pool cues. You slide into the booth beside Harley, handing her a another shot of tequila. For Rick, you slide over a tall glass of water.

"Y'can't tell me they don't have Heineken." He grumbles, taking the water anyway.

"There's no fucking way I'm letting you drink while you're poisoned or gassed or whatever the hell happened." You chided. You sip from a glass of water yourself. Someone had to stay in command.

Rick leans back against the wall, his large body taking up the entire side of the booth as he shoots you a sly grin. You roll your eyes again, biting back a smile.

"What?" You ask him.

As if deciding something right then and there, Rick picks up his glass and takes his time with a swig first.

"'M gonna marry you one day." He says softly from across the table. For the second time that night, you blink at him, knowing that what he says is the truth, serum or not. Cheeks warming again, you duck your head, willing yourself not to grin as widely as your mouth wants to in that moment.

From the corner of your vision, Harley slides further into view, her chin in her hands. She's looking at you with shining eyes, the tequila already hitting. Hard.

"You guys are so fucking cute." She sighs. She lays her head down on the sticky table, a forlorn look crossing her face. You pat her on the back.

"It's just the poison talking." You tell her. Rick opens his mouth to object, but you raise your other hand, warning him off. Harley sighs again.

"Yeah. Sodium pentothal."

You stop comforting her.

"Huh?"

Harley pulls a vial of clear liquid out of her jacket pocket, tossing it on the table. "Sodium pentothal. I passed a fridge with a batch of it back in the lab, 'n one of the bottles was missin'. Guy that ran the place looked like he was workin' on his own recipe. I got your boytoy some of the antidote."

You snatch up the vial. "Harley!"

"What!" She cries, "I can't live through your little boyfriend-girlfriend drama for five seconds??"

"Oh my god, Harley."

She grins, clearly drunk now. Between her and Rick, you don't know who looks more out of it.

"It's an oral antidote, by the way. Sorry to disappoint."

You huff, putting the vial away in one of your vest pockets.

Rick arches a brow. "You're not gonna give me the cure?"

"In a bit." You say, grinning. "I kinda like you like this."

"'S what I'm saying!" Harley slurs.

Rick chugs the rest of his water and pries himself out of the vinyl booth.

"Where do you think you're going, Colonel?" You stand up with him, crossing your arms.

He lifts a shoulder, dropping it with a smirk. "Don't need you on truth serum to know what you're thinkin'."

"And what am I thinking?"

He pretends to consider it. "You wanna take me into that bathroom you were eyein' by the bar back there... See just what little of a filter I got left." He grins.

You scoff, blushing.

Well— he wasn't wrong.

Rick takes you by the waist with both his large hands, openly swaying to the music on the jukebox on the other side of the room.

"Let's go, Cap'n." He leans down, pressing his lips to your ear. His warm breath makes you shiver. He mouths at your earlobe, tongue darting out to swipe at the patch of skin beneath it for all of the squad to see. Your hands fly up, gripping the front of his uniform with a gasp.

He grins against your neck.

"You can give me the antidote when you're done with me."

[supespanker]

how we feelin about my billy am i still diabolical enough for you father

[miaaxjb]

i didnt make this btw, just thought it was funny :))

[sannie-cb]

ᴡʜᴏʟᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴅꜱᴅᴀʏ

sannie:

HEWOOOO🥺🥺💙 How is everyone? make sure to hydrate n drink lots water!!! is very importants🥺 i always make sure to especially after heats, m feelin betters!

woo:

uh huh me n sannie here remind u go drink some water even jus a sip!! go now! pweaseee 🥺💜💜 we give u cuddlews in return promise!

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[twirlyeyebrows]

uhhhh marineford spoilers ‼️‼️

for valentine's day i got ace's hat as a gift and today i wore it to school but . the funny part is. . i wore a mask with a donut pattern as well... . feelin' a little mischievous today, perhaps a bit diabolical (i don't even think donut jokes are funny but cmon.. how could i not)

[cutual]

xs by rina sawayama got me feelin diabolical

[vex-bittys]

Adventures in Baratale: Feelin’ Blue (BONUS chapter)

Baratale AU and characters by staxurst.

WARNING: NSFW (18+ only), language, explicit sexual content, public sex, outdoor sex

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As Blue’s official datemate, you had absolutely no complaints about your love life. Blue might very well be the perfect boyfriend, yet you suspected that some of his excessive generosity as a lover stemmed from the way you’d started your relationship. Blue felt guilty about meeting you- and having world-shaking sex with you, multiple times- during a dominant heat, and every action he took as your boyfriend now seemed like an attempt to make up for it.

Blue always listened thoughtfully to the things you told him, and because of his attentiveness, he always took you on the most spectacular dates. At first, he had been tentative in the bedroom, obviously not wanting you to assume that he only wanted you around for sexual reasons. You reassured him enough to discover that, when not fueled by his heat cycle, Blue was the type of skeleton who preferred to focus on his partner’s pleasure. All in all, things were going great...

… except that you often felt like you weren’t contributing much to the relationship. Blue planned and paid for all of the amazing dates. Blue curled your toes in the bedroom and made your throat raw from screaming in pleasure. You just went along with his ideas, and you didn’t enjoy being what amounted to a relationship freeloader. Blue deserved a datemate who could be his equal, especially in the “spoiling your partner” department, so you did what any loving datemate would do.

You devised a clever ruse to lure Blue into a perfect date of your own diabolical creation.

First, you enlisted the help of a friend, swearing them to secrecy. Next, you joined your partner in espionage to choose an outfit suitable for the occasion. You laid the trap for Blue the next time you talked to him.

“I just found out that the National Park has a pair of baby deer who were orphaned. You can actually watch the little fawns being bottle fed at the Visitor Center,” you told Blue, nearly jumping up and down in excitement. Blue watched you with gentle eyelights, smiling at your enthusiasm. He may have been a big, burly skeleton monster, but he adored baby animals. There was no way he could resist your invitation. “Let’s go see them this weekend. Please?”

“OF COURSE, HUMAN. ANYTHING FOR YOU,” the sweet skeleton replied, just as you knew he would.

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Walking through the Visitor Center hand-in-hand with Blue almost made you forget that the focus of your plan was showing Blue a good time and eventually seducing him. You ran from display to display, and Blue followed along, laughing at your exuberant antics. You stood together, marveling at an exhibit showing various animal skulls then laughed at each other’s attempts to mimic the bird calls from another exhibit.

A voice over the PA system announced that the twin fawns would be making their appearance in a matter of minutes. Blue feigned helplessness, letting you pull him by the arm to a huge bank of floor-to-ceiling windows that provided a viewing area for the wildlife programs. Blue slipped one strong arm around your waist as you watched the baby deer drinking from bottles held by their handlers. One of the fawns sneezed and sprayed milk onto the person feeding him. The other fawn tugged and chewed at his bottle, impatient to fill his tiny tummy.

You ended up enjoying the date portion of your scheme as much as Blue did. As the handlers led the baby deer back to their enclosure, one of them looked up at you and gave a discreet thumbs up, the signal to initiate phase 2 of the seduce and destroy mission.

“This way,” you called at Blue over your shoulder, heading through the gift shop to a set of double doors that led out to the hiking trails. Standing outside in the summer sunshine, Blue’s eyelights regarded you with uncertainty.

“ARE YOU SURE YOU CAN HIKE COMFORTABLY IN THAT OUTFIT?” he asked. Blue had noticed your oh-so-short skirt; in fact, he’d been ogling it the entire time the pair of you had been in the Visitor Center. Fortunately, Blue cared more about your safety and comfort than about sexy appearances. The big skeleton didn’t want to risk poison ivy, bug bites, or scratches from thorns causing you even the slightest bit of discomfort or harm.

“We’re just going to the wildflower field, silly,” you told him, poking him playfully in the tummy. “And don’t act like you don’t like the skirt.”

Blue chuckled, and it sounded like a lion’s purr. “I THINK I MIGHT BE ENJOYING THAT SKIRT A LITTLE TOO MUCH, ACTUALLY. IT’S DIFFICULT TO CONCENTRATE ON OUR DATE WHEN YOU’RE DRESSED IN SOMETHING SO TANTALIZING,” he admitted, and a bright blue blush sprang to life on his cheekbones. Silently, you cheered. Everything was working out just the way you’d imagined it. All you needed to do now was steer Blue towards the wildflower field and its convenient benches.

“This way!” You pointed to a sign at a trailhead. You didn’t need the sign; you’d been to the wildflower field many times before. The trail bordered a huge clearing where a variety of wildflowers grew, a natural display of vibrant rainbow colors. Honey bees swarmed to the field in late spring and early summer, pollinating the flowers and generally ignoring the guests. Sometimes you could even spot large, round bumblebees lazily trundling from flower to flower.

You had chosen this location for its beauty but also because there was only one entry or exit point and plenty of benches tucked away between the few tall trees that flanked the field. You darted over to one of the benches and pulled Blue down beside you. The wildflowers perfumed the air around you in the scent of classic romance, but you weren’t here for austere romantic overtures. You were here for some wild, kinky sex.

“This area sure is secluded,” you said innocently, watching Blue’s reactions out of the corner of your eye.

“IS IT?” Blue asked, catching on to your game immediately.

“Yup, you could do anything you wanted here, and nobody would even see it.”

“ANYTHING, HUH??” Blue’s hand snuck up to cup the back of your head, and he kissed you deeply. Ever the gentleman, Blue assumed that this area was for passionate, but chaste, makeout sessions, and as much as you loved the feel of his mouth and tongue against yours, you wanted more. You wanted to offer him a guilty pleasure that he enjoyed but rarely indulged in- outdoor sex.

Pushing Blue back, you straddled him, pressing your skimpy panties against the rapidly growing bulge straining at the fabric of his pants. His breathing sped up, and his hands slid down to your back, supporting you. Reaching up, you unbuttoned your shirt to show off a bra that matched the panties- skimpy and lacy… and easily shoved down to expose your breasts. You leaned in close to Blue’s ear canal and whispered: “Fuck me.”

The big skeleton didn’t need any encouragement. His hands found your ass and grabbed on tightly, lifting you. You tugged at his waistband, struggling to pull it over his throbbing cock. Blue quickly nudged your panties aside and spread your slick pussy lips with his fingers, his breathing rough and hot against your neck when he felt how wet with arousal you were.

Slowly and gently, Blue lowered you onto his cock, and you guided him inside you, gasping when his thick shaft stretched your pussy wide and slid into you. Blue kissed you again, letting you taste his moans as he began to rock his hips, shallowly thrusting into your tight little hole. Your breasts bounced with every movement, erect nipples brushing the soft fabric of Blue’s shirt.

“CLEVER HUMAN,” Blue murmured, burying his face in the curve of your neck.”EXPLOITING ALL OF MY WEAKNESSES.” 

You opened your mouth to deliver a clever response, but Blue increased the speed and power of his thrusts. His cock slid in and out of your pussy faster and faster as he lifted and lowered you in rhythm with the bucking of his hips. The thick shaft left you overfilled and desperately empty in turns, and each time he buried himself inside of you, he penetrated you so deeply that you wanted to scream with pleasure.

“SHH,” Blue said softly. “IF YOU’RE NOT QUIET, WE’LL BE CAUGHT.”

After he spoke, Blue let his mouth wander up your neck to your jawline, then to your mouth. You opened your mouth to let his tongue in, but he nipped your lip sharply, making you gasp. The sound made his cock twitch inside of you, and you instinctively angled your hips for even deeper penetration. Sweat beaded on Blue’s skull with the intensity of his thrusts, the sensation of dragging his cock along every slick, sensitive inch of your pussy, and the way you tightened around him in response as if your entire body wanted to hold him inside of you.

One of Blue’s hands stayed splayed across your lower back and the other rose to frantically knead at one of your breasts. Your moans mingled in the insignificant amount of space between you. You wanted to throw your head back and be as loud as you could, crying out his praises to the sun and sky, and only pressing your hand over your mouth kept the sounds from spilling out.

Blue raised his eyelights to meet your gaze, staring at you with a mixture of blazing desire and boundless love. “HUMAN,” he groaned, his entire body shuddering, “HUMAN… I’M… I’M SO… CLOSE… I'M GONNA…”

“Cum inside me,” you ordered, the command barely audible but instantly obeyed. His cock slammed into you, and his mouth covered yours to swallow your cries as your pussy swallowed his thick loads of cum. His cock throbbed, pouring more and more of his hot seed into you. Your body shook then stiffened as your own orgasm rocked you. Your fingers dug into Blue’s scapulae; your pussy clamped down on his cock,and a fresh shudder of pleasure rippled through Blue’s huge body.

You fell forward onto Blue’s chest, panting and satisfied, and he wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head while his cock throbbed, still hilted in your pussy with your arousal and his cum dribbling down onto it. A voice drifted over to you from the trailhead, interrupting your peaceful moment of post-orgasm bliss.

“Welcome to the wildflower field,” your friend bellowed at a volume level that would have been unnecessary unless they knew that a human and her skeleton boyfriend were fornicating on the park benches. “Before you check out the trail, you’ll want to grab one of these pamphlets to help you identify the different types of flowers.”

By the time the bewildered hikers, pamphlets in hand, wandered down the trail to your bench, you and Blue had separated. Blue sat with one leg crossed over the other to hide any telltale dampness on his pants. You were on the other end of the bench, hoping that you’d buttoned your shirt correctly and that nothing incriminating would spill down your legs. Once the hikers passed, you made your escape.

Blue swept you up into his arms, insisting that your legs must be tired from the “hike.” He carried you back to the gift shop and offered to buy you a bottle of water if you needed it. You did, but you insisted on paying for it, though Blue didn’t put you down once during the transaction. You sipped your water, scowling without any real malice behind it.

“It was my turn to arrange a perfect date for you,” you scolded gently. 

Blue’s chest rumbled against your body with another of his deep chuckles. “SILLY, HUMAN. I AM THE REIGNING CHAMPION OF ROMANCE! IT IS MY SWORN DUTY TO PROPERLY COURT YOU!”

You narrowed your eyes in an adorable fake glare. “I’m going to take your title someday,” you warned playfully, shaking a fist at him.

“I LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR FUTILE EFFORTS TO USURP ME, HUMAN!”

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Getting A New Gang Together ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

WOOOOOO TIME FOR MY FIRST FIC WITH THE GUY HIMSELF. THE SWEET, DASHING, MUSICALLY TALENTED YANCY! IT'S TIME FOR HIM TO GET IT, LET'S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @switchy-yancy @thehostofleetrature @silvlee-shepherd and @yandere-ipli-ler

It had taken a while, a long damn while. There were periods of loneliness, anger, upset, stress, and general shitty emotions….but now, Yancy found that he was finally getting used to life outside of the penitentiary where he’d been convinced he was going to spend the rest of his days. He was only used to it now though, because of the wild group of miscreants that had taken him in. Not only did Yancy find out how strongly connected he was to them, being an ego himself and all, but he connected to them so strongly as people too. These Ipliers, Septics, Cranks, entities out of time….they were the definition of a dysfunctional family, aka the one kind of family that Yancy was comfortable being a part of.

Now he lived with them all, getting to know them all one by one as they similarly got to know him. Yancy particularly liked….well….actually he liked everybody pretty equally because they were all quirky little nuts. Yancy had a smile on his face as he strutted about the mansion in loose fitting jeans and a plaid shirt, thinking about his new family….but, as they often did, thoughts about his old family came up too. He was still in contact with them all of course, but sometimes it just wasn’t the same as actually being with them. Eating together, joking together, playing dumb games hour after hour-

‘EEEEP! YAHAHANNY! HOHOHOSTY! NUHUHUHUUHH!!’

Yancy jumped at the sudden shrill stream of laughter, blinking out of his reverie as he quickened his pace down the corridor curiously, but when he reached the entrance to the living area his concern subsided in favour of fondness at what he witnessed. Yancy hadn’t known what the heck a polyamory was until he’d come to live with all the egos, but once he’d learned about it he soon realised that it was a pretty darn beautiful thing. This particular polyamory was made up of three of the egos, all Ipliers like Yancy. The Host, who was a nerdy seer, Silver Shepherd, who was a nerdy superhero, and Yandere who was an intensely loving, katana wielding….nerd. They spent time together very often, and when that happened….tickling nearly always ensued.

‘GUHUHUUUUYS!!’

Yancy grinned fondly as he folded his arms and leant against the doorframe, observing the current tickle scene at hand. Silver Shepherd was squealing and writhing on the floor on his back, whilst both Yan and Host had their heads buried under his shirt, where undoubtedly they were unleashing a pretty diabolical tickle torture on the poor guy….but then again, it was pretty common knowledge they everyone liked being tickled, so Yancy knew Silver was having the time of his life. However….watching Silver getting gang tickled spurred another past memory to come to the forefront of Yancy’s mind. All of his cellmates, all of his family pinning him down and tickling the daylights out of him whenever he was cheeky….which was almost a daily occurrence with him.

Yancy blushed gently and smiled to himself as he hugged his torso, curled his toes and scrunched his neck, twitching a tad as he let out a little gasp. Man, those interactions were some of the ones he missed the most.

‘AAHHH YAHAHAHANCYYY HEHEHEHEEEELP!!’

Yancy jumped and blinked at the new screech in the air, and his eyes widened slightly when he saw that Silver was gazing at him with a bright, happy, pleading grin as he thrashed about on the floor. Yancy soon snickered, stepping more into the room and heading towards the poly as he mused.

‘Mmmm I dunno, youse seem like youses havin’ fun down there.’

Yancy snickered when Silver let out a loud whine, but soon the hero was curled up and panting as his devious lovers had mercy on him. Yancy smiled as he watched the Host and Yandere rear up and away from Silver with smirks on their faces, and all of a sudden Yancy felt a little bashful, wondering if he’d accidentally interrupted their private tickling time.

‘Hey uh, youses don’t need to stop on my account, if I interrupted or anythin’…’

To Yancy’s surprise, his word made Yandere let out a soft giggle as they looked to him. They purred softly in reply to him.

‘Oh not at all darling, Silvy was due a break anyway. Come sit with us sweetie!’

Yancy smiled bashfully as Yan beckoned him over, and he was never a guy to reject company, so he went and sat on the floor with the loving trio. Yan patted the space in-between them and the Host, where Yancy fit snugly into since Silver had curled up on the Host’s lap amidst his recovery. He smiled to Yan gratefully, before nudging the Host softly.

‘So uh, how are youse doin’?’

The seer next to him smiled and cocked his head at Yancy, and stroked through Silver’s hair as he replied happily.

‘Quite excellent Yancy, how are you? Your mind seems far more settled, are you finding yourself more comfortable here?’

Yancy took a moment to smile fondly at how Silver drowsily mewled at the Host’s affectionate pets, before the ex-convict smiled at the seer and exhibited a neutral little shrug.

‘Ah yeah, y’know, youse are all kinda nutty which has made fittin’ in here so easy. I still miss the old guys o’ course but ah….yeah, yeah I’m feelin’ pretty swell.’

Yandere let out a loud giggle at his words, whilst Silver giggled lazily as the Host snickered under his breath; Yancy’s statement was very accurate and amusing after all. Yandere decided to snuggle into Yancy’s side with a content hum as the Host spoke.

‘That is very good to hear.’

There was a silence amidst them all for a few moments, aside from Silver purring and humming as the Host’s stroking moved to his spine. The outside atmosphere was calm….but within his mind, Yancy was the opposite. He couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d initially felt when he’d walked in and seen Silver being ganged up on with tickles. He’d felt jealous. However, Yancy prided himself on his confidence and pride in himself, he very rarely shied away from what he wanted….even when it came to something as flustering as tickles.

‘Hey so uh…..do uh, ticklin’ fights happen often? Between everyone in general I mean….’

Yancy asked, trying to sound casual with his query, and the Host replied in a similarly casual manner.

‘Oh yes, with there being so many of us at least one person gets absolutely wrecked with tickling every day.’

‘Why do you ask honey? Are you wondering when it’s gonna be your turn?’

Yancy’s eyes widened at Yan’s tease, and he yelped when a few of her nails scratched at his side. His face went pink as a new silence filled the room. Yandere’s crimson eyes were gleaming as they looked his tense form up and down, like they were a predator analysing their prey. The Host was fully facing Yancy now, with a smirk in place, a devious, devious smirk. Plus, if two wasn’t enough….Silver was recovered. Very recovered. He was looking up at Yancy from underneath his lashes, sporting a grin that embodied excited, playful mischief. However, like I said….Yancy wasn’t one to shy away. So, despite it all….he nodded.

‘…..y-yeah….’

The next few moments were a blur for Yancy….oh how he’d missed the blurry flurry of being pinned down by mischievous hands. Before he knew it, he was laying on his back on the floor with his arms pinned above his head by the Host, whilst Silver straddled his waist, and Yandere sat on his ankles. Yancy gulped when he heard a sinister giggle down near his feet.

‘You boys do whatever you like up there, I’m going to play with his wittle feetsies!’

Yancy let out a gasp and a whine when he felt his socks being taken off, which made the Host and Silver chuckle amusedly. The hero grinned down at him, tapping his fingers absently against his sides as he cooed.

‘Oho you’re right to be scared, they juuust got their nails done….’

Yancy let out another whine at that as he squirmed about, his skin starting to tingle from the anticipation. Then he let out a gasp when he a) felt a nail swipe up one of his soles, and b) felt Silver poke his side experimentally. Oh this was going to be evil.

‘Ohohoho fuhuckin’ jeheheez oho nohoho….’

Yancy squeezed his eyes shut as he started to giggle, which meant he missed the gleeful expression on the poly’s faces. What he didn’t miss however, was the Host’s low, excited purr.

‘Let’s give him the utter wrecking he deserves my dears.’

Yancy’s eyes flew open as he arched his back sharply….they really weren’t going to hold back. Host held his arms down tight as Silver set about kneading his sides deeply, whilst Yandere eagerly scratched up and down his twitching, scrunching soles.

‘OHOHO MY GAHAD THAHAT’S SO BAHAHAHAD!’

Yancy’s three ticklers snickered fondly down at him, whilst Silver replied to him with a playful coo and a gleam in his eyes.

‘Hmm, I could be wrong but I’m preeetty sure that’s cute lee speak for “good”, right?’

Yancy shook his head as he jerked from side to side, wailing at the scratching nails and jumping at the devilishly slow squeezing. The Host’s following on words made Yancy blush even more than he already was, he was definitely peaking into a crimson colour.

‘That sounds like an accurate translation, but I think it’s very clear our Yancy is enjoying himself-’

‘SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!’

Yancy cried out, the quick-fire teasing really getting to him as he hid his face in his arm. He didn’t think for one second that rudeness would incur consequences, but the poly were about to educate him on that. Silver let out a soft gasp, glaring down at Yancy pointedly.

‘How DARE you be so rude to Hosty! Say you’re sorry!’

Silver moved his fingers up to Yancy’s lower ribs where he vibrated his fingers against the bones mercilessly, making Yancy yelp and jerk in shock. Needless to say, he remembered his manners rather efficiently.

'AHHHAHAH AHAHA IHI’M SAHAHARRY FUHUCK IHI’M SOHO SAHAHARRY HOHOST!!’

The Host chuckled, smiling down at Yancy….maliciously.

‘I’m sure you are Yancy…but you really have to understand that such bad manners will not be tolerated….’

Silver kept eagerly massaging Yancy’s lower ribs, watching with loving glee as the Host cooed down at Yancy evilly. Meanwhile, Yandere was happily scratching hard and fast at Yancy’s heels, relishing in how they twitched and scrunched at every little tickle they gave out. Yancy was in ticklish heaven right now, he’d missed feeling like this, he was so damn happy.

‘PLEHEHEHEASE!! PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHI’M REHEAL SAHAHARRY!!’

Yancy gazed up at Silver and the Host imploringly as his cackling and hysterical giggling practically shook his entire body, he was such a mirthful mess of a man and it was adorable. Silver let out a soft hum, looking to the Host as he mused, still not stopping the tickling.

‘Do you believe him?’

Yancy threw his head back with wails of mirth as he Host reeeally drew out his thoughtful hums and musings, before snickering.

‘Yes I think so.’

Yancy gasped, dimming back into soft giggles as Yandere and Silver calmed down their tickling to lighter traces and stroking, just so Yancy wasn’t too overwhelmed too soon. Yancy had so many goose-bumps, and was trembling with his giggles as he bashfully spoke.

‘Thahahank y-yohohousehes…’

…..damn what a cutie. Yandere let out a soft aww as the Host smiled fondly down at Yancy, whilst Silver let out a happy little squeak and booped Yancy on the nose with a grin.

‘You are more than welcome good sir! Are you ready for a little mooore?’

Yancy tittered at Silver’s cooing and teasingly wiggling fingers, and nodded up at the hero who giggled excitedly.

'You are? Awww you just really wanna be wrecked don’t yooou?’

Yancy let out even more titters as Silver’s fingertips tip-toed up his ribcage, clearly making a slow and teasy journey towards his veeery vulnerable armpits. Meanwhile, Yandere was tracing the tops of Yancy’s feet and toes, making the flustered man snort amidst his gentle mirth.

‘Ehehehehee Ihi mehean Ihihi ahain’t gohonna sahay nohooo….’

Yancy was nibbling his bottom lip excitedly, light teasy-tickles always signified a build up to something crazy; Yancy was practically giving himself goose-bumps at the prospect of being utterly destroyed by the poly’s tickles.

‘Awwww he’s such a cutie! Can we keep hiiim?’

Yandere whined as they looked back to their boys, who snickered and giggled. Yancy barely had time to splutter in protest when the Host mused.

‘I don’t see why not.’

‘I think we should! He’d make such a cute little tickly toy!’

Yancy’s blush had surged down to his neck now as he stammered incoherently and sporadically, and he managed to let out an indignant cry because excuse you nobody was gonna make Yancy their tickle toy!

‘H-Hey nohow youses wait just a min-AAAAHHHH AHAHAHA NAHT THE PIHIHIHITS AAHAHAAA!!’

Alas, it was too late. Before Yancy had been able to get his embarrassed protests out, Silver had chosen that moment to let his fingers shoot to his hollows and scratch ruthlessly. As in, with all ten of his fingers non-stop. Yancy thrashed frantically from side to side and tried tugging at his arms, but the Host’s grip was strong.

‘Oh, sorry Yancy were you saying something?’

Silver cooed innocently as he cocked his head down at Yancy, who merely wailed and struggled as spluttery, snort-filled laughter flew from him. The Host snickered and purred.

‘I think he’s having too much fun to even hear you my darling.’

‘Awww bless him!’

Yancy squeezed his eyes shut and screwed up his burning face out of embarrassment….but my god he was having the absolute time of his life right now, he felt like he was in ticklee heaven.

‘NAHAHAHAHAHAT AHAHA TOHOHOHOOOY!!!’

At Yancy’s exclamation Silver furrowed his brows, humming playfully in thought before he spoke in a mock tone of confusion.

‘Nat….at….ahoy? Hun do you know what he’s saying?’

‘Unfortunately not, I think the volume and power of his joy at being tickle tortured is overcoming his vernacular.’

‘Ahhh that makes sense-‘

‘SHUHUHUHUT IHIT-AAHHHHHHYANYANYANYANYANYAN!!!’

Silver and Host jumped at Yancy’s very sudden, wild stint of shrieking their darling’s name, and they slowly gave Yan their attention whilst giving Yancy mercy for now. Yan was wearing a giddy smile as they looked to their boys, and let out a particularly sadistic giggle when Silver sent them a bemused grin.

‘What the heck did yohou do to him?’

Yan grinned, eyes gleaming as they replied innocently.

‘I thought his pinky toe looked itchy, that’s all….’

Yan then sent a devious wink to Yancy, who gulped as his nervous gaze flicked between his three tormentors. There was a moment of silence wherein the Host and Silver seemed to contemplate Yan’s words, before the Host exhibited a neutral hum and a shrug.

‘That seems reasonable, carry on.’

Not only did Yan carry on with their, frankly malicious, tickly scratching of BOTH of Yancy’s pinky toes now, but Silver put his blunt nails back to work in Yancy’s hollows. It was torture, it was legitimate torture….and Yancy relished in all of it. His entire system felt like it was on fire from the tickling, his abs ached from his intense laughter and he could feel the rest of him weakening from all his struggling. It was exactly what he’d missed.

‘AAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHH NAHAHAHA NAHAHAHHHH!!!’

His screams of laughter did nothing to slow his ticklers down, if anything it motivated them just to tease him more.

‘Such a sweet little thing….it’s adorable how you absolutely crave this torture….’

The Host’s purrs sent chills down his spine, whilst Silver and Yan’s following giggles made him feel like his entire body was blushing and not just his face anymore. Yancy had tears trickling down his cheeks as his struggles got less and less.

‘PLEHEHEHAHAHA IHIHIHI CAHAHAAAA!!!’

As Yandere flicked the tips of their nails over the pads of all of Yancy’s toes, they called out behind them softly.

‘Is he reaching his limit?’

Silver nibbled his lip as he looked to the Host on this one, the Host was always the best judge of this sort of thing. The Host cocked his head down at Yancy, and smiled softly before calling out.

‘Yes, yes I think he’s done for today.’

Thus, all the tickling stopped. Once Yancy’s arms were released and he was no longer being pinned down, he instinctively curled up into a ball and nestled into the first source of warmth that he could find; in this instance, it was the Host’s lap. The Host chuckled fondly at the panting man, and stroked his hair as he spoke in a tender voice.

‘There now, it’s all done Yancy, you handled so, so much tickling, you should be so proud of yourself Yancy….’

Yancy let out an incoherent purr at the praise and affection combined, and he shakily looked up as he felt the three of them all around him. Yandere had taken one of his hands and was massaging it softly, whilst Silver was carefully rubbing up and down his back with a sweet smile in place. Yancy’s words were filled with sweet stammers and emotion as he smiled at them all.

‘I-Ihi….I-I dunno….wh-what ta even sahay to youse…..th-that was incredible….’

The three of them giggled fondly, and Yandere was the first to reply as they softly booped the tip of Yancy’s nose.

‘Well a cute lee such as yourself deserves only the highest quality of tickle torture!’

Yancy let out a bashful laugh at that, before Silver followed on with his giddy voice and bright, happy eyes.

‘And you handled it so well! You’ve gotta be the strongest lee EVER!’

Yancy blinked a few times, and had to try not to tear up again at the fact that a literal superhero was complimenting him on his strength. Then, there was the Host.

‘Additionally, the fact that you managed to ask for what you wanted was impressive enough by itself Yancy. You really did deserve this.’

…yeah he was definitely tearing up again. He wiped his eyes and let out a soft sniffle, smiling up at the three of them as he spoke softly.

‘J-Jeez I….sh-shucks….y-youses are the sweetest….’

Yancy then found himself melting of love. The Host softly kissed his forehead and settled hm more in his lap, whilst Silver softly snuggled into his chest, whilst Yandere acted at the master of big spoons as they cuddled him from behind. It was all beautiful, just so, so beautiful.

WOOOO HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOOO LUV YOUS XX

[badgalkatzha]

Stargazing 🌸

Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin'

Sippin' on purp, feelin' like the Barre Baby

Whatever I downed, it got me goin' crazy

Pinkchedelics got me goin' crazy 

Kill the jealous with propane repellent

If I take you to my past you will be traumatized

Told the dogs I'd bring it back, it was a seal of faith

Got new problems n got new enemies

When you make it to the top, it's the amenities

I see you picked up all my ways, I feel responsible

They tryna say that all my problems is improbable

They keep itching at my spit, I'm diabolical

You feel me?