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weirdlyhornyforegos · 2 years

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Dust and Moonlight

MINORS DNI!! Perfect time to bring out this idea stuck in my notes for a year ;3 Directed at horny gang (but mostly @westanthewaterman and @sleeplessinspace ) and everyone that have joined the Illinois chaos (also funny sidenote; this was titled “revenge illy” for a bit ;3 )

Warnings/tags: handjob, fingering (reader receiving)

Wordcount: 2.1k+

By the time you and Illinois make it out of the caves, you’re sweaty and exhausted, covered in dust and just ready to set up your tents and sleep.

Or even, screw the tents, just sleeping right on the ground sounds tempting right about now. It’s a warm enough summer night to do so, you just might.

It’s dark out, but the moon lights up the surroundings well enough that you have no problem walking without any extra light.

You had both agreed to leave your stuff hidden away in some bushes next to the lake that the caves starts at, and not setting up anything in case someone else came.

You didn’t want to bring it into the caves while exploring, but at the same time you didn’t want it to be fully out and visible for anyone to see and steal.

Not that it was likely, since you were somewhere that could be the definition of bum fuck nowhere.

So as you walk over to the lake, you curse the fact that you will have to actually set up the tents before you can sleep, but you don’t want to do anything right now.

Kneeling down next to the lake, you scoop up some water to rinse at least some dust off your face.

You hear Illinois shuffle somewhere behind you, but you don’t pay it much mind until his steps goes past you. You look up, and is met with Illinois walking out into the lake, back turned to you.

His very bare back.

In fact, all of him is bare except his hat that is still on his head. You get a nice look at his naked ass before it disappears underneath the water.

You squeak and hide your face in your hands, hearing Illinois chuckle.

“Illinois!”

“What, the water is lovely. Nice temperature and easiest way to get all that dust off.” You look up and he has turned towards you.

The water comes up to just below his chest, but you can’t see much below that.

Not that you need to, what you can see is making your face feel warm enough. Illinois chuckles, surely noticing your gaze, but he doesn’t comment on that just yet.

“Come on, join me.” You’re tempted, for a few seconds you hesitate. “I promise the water is nice.”

“It’s not the water I’m worried about.”

“Aww, come one, I don’t bite.” Illinois winks, and you huff. It’s not him either, its honestly yourself. You have been able to control yourself and not fall for him, but being near a naked Illinois might be a bit too much.

But, you must admit, it would be nice with a swim.

So with a sigh you get up and start undressing, making Illinois grin smugly. You don’t comment on the fact the he watches you get undressed or that is sends heat traveling through you. But he comments on you leaving your underwear on.

“Aw shucks, not going to go skinny dipping with me?” You snort as you take your first few steps out into the water.

“Not everyone is an exhibitionist like you.”

“I am not, I just.... appreciate the natural beauty of our bodies.” You don’t answer that, but give him an unimpressed look as he winks again.

Bastard.

At least he hadn’t lied about the water. It feels nice, slightly cool against your heated skin, and you can almost feel the dust coming off you.

You keep a respectable distance between you the two of you as you lower yourself until only your head is above water. Closing your eyes, you can’t help the little content sigh that escapes you.

“See, told you.”

“Oh shut your trap.” Illinois just laughs, smug as always, and you find yourself smiling despite yourself.

Next there’s noise you can’t identify, and when you open your eyes you find Illinois’s hat floating on the surface alone.

You only manage to worry for a second before Illinois pops his head up right next to his hat, shaking his head to keep his hair out of his eyes and rid it of some water. The water runs down his chest, leaving only drops behind his tan chest.

He looks like one of those models from those shitty commercial that uses sex and hot people to sell less than subpar products.

Oh no.

Illinois catches you staring and this time he chooses to comment.

“Like what you see honey?” You look away, your face feeling like it’s on fire while you try not to put.

“No.” That’s perhaps the biggest lie you’ve ever told. You hear the water moving, a clear sign Illinois is not just standing still anymore, but you don’t look until there’s a hand on your jaw turning your head.

“Are you sure?” Illinois smile is soft, but also somehow smug. How he manages that you don’t know, but fuck him for it.

Or....

“I, ummm...” Illinois leans closer then, and you’re sure if you were the protagonist in a cheesy romance novel, you would faint right about now.

But you’re not, and you don’t, but you have to admit your knees do feel a little weaker.

“You know you can touch, and not just look if you like.” He takes on of your hand and places it on his chest. You have to resist the urge to just grab, instead you’re a little more refined, letting your fingers wander.

Illinois hums deep then, it’s almost a growl as your fingers brush against a nipple.

“There you go treasure.” You will deny to high heaven that you whine just then, but Illinois grins at you, looking for all intent and purposes like that cat that ate the canary.

His own hands come to rest as your waist, pulling you closer to him. You feel his hard cock rub against you, making your breath hitch as he also noses along your jaw.

“So pretty...” He places a kiss there, and now you grab the back of his head, knocking his hat off in the process, pulling him in harshly to so you can kiss him properly.

Lips against lips he makes a noise of surprise as you kiss him, but there is nothing slow with the way he returns the kiss. He only lets you have the upper hand for a few seconds, licking his way into your mouth with purpose.

You groan into the kiss as you feel his cock rub against the front of your underwear, you own arousal very much announcing its arrival deep in your guts.

Illinois breaks the kiss, but only so he can grab his hat from behind it, barely keeping it from sinking. As he goes to place it back on his own head, you tug at his hair.

“It will just be in the way.”

“Hm, I guess you got a point.” Seconds later the hat is placed on your head instead. It doesn’t quite fit right, but the smile that Illinois sends you makes you forget that instantly.

“Looking good honey.” Another wink, and he looks so handsome it should be stupid. A smug look on his face, water droplets covering his tan torso, the moonlight making him almost look eternal.

Fuck, you’re in bad, huh?

You pull him in for another kiss and he smiles into it, your tongue quickly coming out to meet his.

Your arousal soars as his hands move, one to grab at your ass, the other to rub against your underwear clad front. You whine into the kiss, moving against his hand.

The hand against your front is gone for the briefest of seconds before making it’s it way under your underwear, fingers dancing over your arousal. You whine, moving against his hand. Your hand in Illinois hair tugs his head back, making him break the kiss with a groan.

“Treasure...” His voice rumbles, and you keen against him, strangling your moan by biting his shoulder, hard. He grunts, but doesn’t stop moving his hand against you. “Fuck.” You soothe the bite mark now adoring his shoulder with your tongue.

He sounds so breathless, and the sound of it soars through your body. Now you’re the one that feels smug, making the normally so confident man sound like that.

And you haven’t even touched him yet.

But that changes as your hand moves between the two of you, coming to grasp his cock in your hands. Your fingers wrap around him, giving a light squeeze. He moans, and it sounds like the sweetest sound you have ever heard.

“Darlin’, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Only if you stop touching me.” He squeezes your ass then

“Didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

“Good.” You mutter against his neck. To be honest you have always wondered how his neck and shoulders would look with your bite-marks and hickeys on it, so you start on doing just that.

His neck is so open like this, your head in his hair keeping his head tilted back while your other hand works on his cock.

His hands working you over, one against in your underwear working over your arousal, while the other slides from your ass to rest one finger against your hole.

“Yessss.” You try to move down against his finger, but the angle isn’t the best.

But, taking advantage of the water around you, you jump up with no real effort, putting your legs around his waist.

You briefly have to let go if his cock to do so, but you don’t give him much of break, your hand is back in seconds.

“Ahhh, there you go honey.” You hum against his neck as one finger enters you, starting on another hickey, making your breaths hitch in unison.

You feel slightly weightless like this, the water holding some of your weight, but you still considered it a show of strength on both your parts that the only holding in place is your legs around Illinois waist and his hands against your arousal and hole.

The water laps at you both, but you hardly pay it any mind as your hand works over his cock with one hand, the other keeping his head tilted back for you so you can make marks along his neck and shoulders.

The quite night is filled with the sounds of your shared moans. Your hand against his cock and mouth against his skin, his hands against your arousal and your hole.

At one point Illinois hits that bundle of nerves inside of you, making you shake with your next moan. His own corresponding moan is more of a laugh, though it changes as you thumb the head of his cock.

“Illinois, Illy, fuck!” You’re getting so close, every movement of his hands against your front and hole sending you closer and closer to the edge.

Illinois seems to be in much the same state, chanting your name right back at you, hands speeding up, determined to not be the first to cum, or at least to not let you fall behind.

Through some luck and skilled work from his fingers, you come first.

You shake apart with his hands on you, biting down hard as you come, making Illinois groan and come too.

You both keep stroking against the other until you’re both almost too sensitive, making you both shiver. Not from how cold the night air or water surrounding you both are, both how the other makes pleasure shoot up your spine.

You move from having your mouth solely on Illinois skin to give him a proper kiss, lips against lips. He exhales into it, his hands on your thighs now. Keeping you in place, since you don’t think you have the strength

“Thought we got into this lake to get clean.” You mutter against Illinois’s lips. He chuckles, kissing your cheek.

“Something like that, yes. But I can help you scrub clean if you’d like.” You know that tone, the utter tease he is.

“Think I can manage, but don’t you dare let go of my legs just yet.” If you thought he looked smug before, it was nothing compared to now.

“That good huh?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Don’t need to, you do it well enough for me.” You hit his chest as he laughs. You choose not to comment on how good he looks covered in the bite marks and hickeys you made, you don’t want to blow up his ego too much.

Though that might be a lost cause, but still.

Fuck, he looks too good as he kisses you again and start wading towards the shoreline of the lake.

He doesn’t let go of your legs until you’re on solid ground again, and that is only after you insist you need to at least find your sleeping bags.

You end up sleeping under the stars that night, to tired and sated to put up the tents.

After that night however, you end up only ever using one.

#illinois #illinois x reader #illinois ahwm #illinois ahwm x reader #illinois fic #illinois fanfiction #reader insert #lemon #smut #illinois smut #markiplier egos fanfiction #targeted drabbles #my writing

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weirdlyobsessedwithegos · 2 years

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Illinois x reader

Anon: illinois and reader (gn or female, i dont mind) just cuddling and being all in love maybe ? 🥺🥺🥰

Reader is gender neutral, just pure fluff and good vibes. Hope you like! <3

Traveling with Illinois is a lot of fun, you love the adventures the two of you go on. You see many things and have several experiences you wouldn’t have had without him, but every so often, the two of you decide to take a little break.

So last night the two of you booked into a fancy hotel in a city neither of you have been in before (even this has to have some adventurous part in it).

You wake to the sun light filtering trough a small gap in the white curtains that frame the window of your room.

The bed is soft beneath you, and though you love camping with Illinois and are quite used to more solid surfaces underneath you, it feels like floating on a cloud, which you won’t complain about.

It also helps that Illinois is curled around you from behind, his arms clutching you close, still asleep, light snores leaving his mouth and brushing against the back of your neck.

You smile, feeling warm and content.

Stretching, you feel the covers slide down slightly, and Illinois shift behinds you as you seem to have waken him, as he brushes a kiss against your shoulder.

“Mornin’.” He drawls, his voice gruff with sleep. You turn around in his arms, noticing with a little laugh that Illinois’s hair is looking extra crazy this morning, seeming to defy gravity. He cracks one eye open, the other hidden by the fluffy pillow

“What’cu laughin’ at this early in the mornin?” You don’t answer him, instead reaching forward and brushing your hands trough his hair, calming it down somewhat. He hums, closing his eyes as you start to massage his scalp.

“Is’ nice.” You hum in return, working your fingers with some pressure, loving this as much as Illinois is.

You stay like this for a few minutes, your hands in his hair with his arms around you, just enjoying the soft morning together.

Shifting one hand, you let it rest on Illinois cheek. He opens his eyes at that, making brief eye contact before shifting slightly so he can kiss the palm of your hand.

“Oh, a romantic.”

“Only for you my treasure.”

“Smooth talker.”

“Oh always, made you fall in love with me at our first meeting didn’t it?” He winks and you roll your eyes at him, poking his side jokingly as he tries to squirm away from your fingers.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” You grin, which he returns in kind. Getting an idea, you poke at his sides again.

“Don’t you dare.” He tries to stay serious, but can’t manage as he tries to move away and you follow him.

“Don’t I dare what?” Illinois moves so he straddles your legs, looking down at you as you just grin up at him.

“You know I can be ticklish.”

“Yes, which makes it fun.” Using surprise and some strength, you manage to flip the two of you, straddling Illinois’s legs as he looks up at you with a stunned look.

You go for his sides again, and he tries to wiggle away, which leads to the two of you half play wrestling, half laughing with each other as you move around on the bed.

You switch who’s on top quite a bit, sometimes both of you are on your side, but it doesn’t take long for both of you getting a little disoriented where the bed ends and begins.

Both of you fall of the bed with synchronized yelps of surprise, and Illinois grunts as his back collides with the ground, you landing right on top of him.

“Shit sorry, are you okay Illinois?!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll live honey. But I’ll need a kiss to make it all feel better.” Illinois grins at your worry, and you huff at him, but obliges.

The kiss is short, barely a press of lips before you lean back.

“Think of it as payback for tickling me and causing me pain.”

“You know you get all the kisses you want from me for free right? Plus, if I had to pay for any pain I caused you, I would owe you a lot.” You brush against a scar on his shoulder, left by a wooden arrow you had to pull out after he pushed you out of the way of a trap.

“You’re more than welcome to start now.” He grins up at you, one hand on the back of your neck.

“You’re insatiable and unstoppable.”

“Only with you love.” He winks, and you give him another small kiss, which he pouts at. “Is that all I get?”

“While we’re on the floor yes. Lets move back to the bed, and order some really expensive room-service breakfast.” Another kiss, then you get up and pull him up.

The rest of the day is spent paying Illinois back with kisses, while you cuddle in bed, and eat foods that you can’t pronounce the name of.

#illinois x reader #Illinois #ahwm illinois #illinois ahwm #illinois fic #illinois fanfiction #reader insert #gender neutral reader

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ew-selfish-art · 11 months

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Here’s the thing about the Twin AU that people aren’t considering: the Drs Fenton are resourceful! They can make amazing inventions out of household objects and machines!

So when they were accepting a contract from Ra’s to look at the Lazarus Pits in conjunction to their research (ie the best dissertation material ever) they looked at the spare twin that was being sacrificed and said “a perfectly good baby like that would probably be nice to have around!”

Sure, the Spare Heir was ecto contaminated because of the pits and that’s why Ra’s was getting rid of him, but seriously, not everything needed to be brand new these days! Upcycle! Science can fix all the ectoplasm and possession! He’ll be just like new in no time! Take that baby out of the pit and wash em up and take that baby to the Midwest! Teach that baby about stars and Ghosts!

The Drs Fenton take baby danny on their last day, knowing that the league thinks that he’s dead- already sacrificed, Ra’s felt the power shift of the Infinite Realms- and proceed forward like nothing was ever a big deal! They published their findings on the pits, they got another contract/grant and then began the journey to start moving towards their other projects!

Why tell Jazz, she’s only a toddler when they bring him home?

Why tell Danny, he’s just their little man, their Dann-o?

Things will probably be fine, because just like their up cycled machines and portals- an upcycled baby wouldn’t have any problems! Their inventions always worked perfectly! Their son would be just as perfect!

Cue the shenanigans of Damian and Danny meeting, the normal amount of “you’re the clone” finger pointing (which Danny wins because he has actual baby/childhood photos) and then some ghosts of assassins past trying to cause issues for Phantom.

#reduce reuse recycle #dc x dp fic #dp x dc #danny phantom #damian wayne #dc universe #dc x dp #the drs Fenton are actually so environmentally friendly for saving this demon heir baby #sure he’s gross and possessed but he’s still a perfectly good baby! science can fix the rest #Ra’s felt a power shift when Danny was dumped into the pits and presumed the baby didn’t make it #turns out that was Danny’s introduction to clockwork and he thought it would be funny to get this kid a new home in Illinois #demon heir twins #twin au #danny and damian are twins

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qualityearthquakes · 2 years

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guys, I know the queen just died but that doesn't mean to hold off on the content

#five x reader #five x y/n #five hargreeves x reader #the imperfects #keith kogane x reader #keith x reader #ekko x reader #nathan drake x reader #sydney novak x reader #darkiplier x reader #illinois x reader #yancy x reader #now you fuckers know what fics i read #i will take suggestions

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itsyourimaginaryworld · 1 year

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Miss Impatient | Illinois x Fem!Reader

Ship: Illinois x Fem!Reader Requested by: @nickaroo Warnings: near-death experience Notes: Super late fic, hope you enjoy nonetheless! x Words: 705

You weren’t sure how you had ended up saying yes to Illinois taking you with him, a man you’d only met a few weeks ago, but ever since, you had been going on adventure after adventure, without regret. None of your days were boring ever again and the friendship between you was like a passionately burning fire. Today was special, as he said he’d take you to Kitten Heaven, the best place you were ever going to see.

“Are we there yet?” you asked. Not that you were typically one to complain, but even the death traps you and Illinois faced on a daily basis couldn’t scare you out of rushing your way through the tombs as much as you could.

“Little miss impatient today, are we?” he replied, walking behind you in a more calm manner.

You dodged an arrow coming out of a dispenser, light on your feet as ever, and narrowly avoided stepping on another pressure plate. Illinois looked over with a bit of concern, but also knew how good you had become at avoiding the traps, so he didn’t say anything.

“We’re going to Kitten Heaven and you expect me to be patient?” you said, a hint of defense in your voice as you hopped over a tripwire.

Illinois didn’t say anything, as he was distracted by something else. He reached into an old dusty chest with spiderwebs all over it. Looting was a fun part of every adventure, but even now you purposely ignored whatever was lying around. That is until Illinois pulled out a necklace made out entirely of bright, sparkly crystals, it being so pretty looking that it would be inhuman to not be entirely captivated by it.

Ooh, shiny! Excited, you hurried back over to him but felt your heart sink when your ankles touched the familiar tripwire you had avoided before.

Click.

Illinois saw it first — his familiarity with the layout of tombs and the way the sound cues echoed around helped him realize. Two trapdoors opened in the ceiling above you and Illinois leaped forward, tackling you out of the way without thinking twice. Nearly half a second later, the sharpest-looking spikes you’d ever seen fell down and pierced themselves into the ground where you had been standing.

Illinois and you barely processed what happened, both looking back at the trap in horror, and then back at each other. You didn’t know whether you were gonna burst out laughing or crying from the adrenaline.

“You alright?” Illinois asked, still lying on top of you. He’d say it’s because he’s avoiding activating another trap, but really, he wasn’t ready to let you go yet, now finally having an excuse to be so close to you.

“Yeah...” You said, blinking slowly. “You saved me...”

“Oh, don’t worry, that’s just what I do.” He tried to sound casual but you could hear the smug undertone and tried to not roll your eyes and laugh like usual.

“I’ve got this all under control, sweetheart.”

You blushed hard at the nickname (some things you just don’t get used to) and tried to hide your look of disappointment when he got off of you, now feeling cold and less safe without him there.

He extended his hand to you to help you up, and you took it.

When you were both standing upright again he gently put the necklace around your neck.

“You’re gonna need a hero for the rest of your life if we’re gonna keep adventuring,” he said. You looked down, still blushing hard about what happened. But then he lifted up your chin with two fingers and forced you to look him in the eye. “I said I was married to the job when I met you, but honestly, I’ve loved you from the start. I can’t lose you...”

Your stomach filled with butterflies. There was no way... Was this actually happening? Did he like you back? Was all you had to do for a confession this entire time just “have a near-death experience?”

“You’re the lucky one who gets Illinois.”

You laughed, kissed him on the lips, and immediately looked away again, unable to say anything at all. He understood and pulled you closer than ever before.

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abcwordsurge · 4 months

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WttT headcanon: one reason why Illinois and Indiana are such good friends is because Illinois, unlike much of the Midwest, makes Indiana feel patronized

#wttt #welcome to the table #wttt headcanons #wttt illinois #wttt indiana #wttsh #welcome to the statehouse #to the rest of the midwest: sorry not sorry #also there's a fic on AO3 that explores this idea very well #not with Illinois but just Indiana feeling patronized #I can't remember what it is but it's out there

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amee-racle-ofmyown · 5 months

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your hands have always held their own

Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1,063 | read on AO3

Heist!Mark finally asks his partner in crime out on that date.

It was early evening and you and your heist partner sat nearly shoulder to shoulder in your shared living room. The sun hung low, just barely brushing its rays against the clouds, tinging their edges amber and yellow.

Recently, there had been a lot more of these calm afternoons where you would sit together, discussing everything and nothing, perhaps watching TV or whatever videos took both your fancy; sometimes you simply watched the sky until you felt sleepy. Occasionally one of his hands might come up to play idly with your hair (a more affectionate gesture than either of you had ever previously initiated, but you didn't really mind, and neither of you mentioned it).

'This next heist…’ he started, ‘it's supposed to set us up, pretty much for life. And it got me thinking—'

'That's dangerous,' you interrupted.

'Yeah, maybe for you,' he quipped back, eyebrows raised mockingly, but there was no malice in his voice.

'Anyway,' he continued, voice softening. 'I was thinking about the future and stuff. Like, what do we do after this? And as nice as it would be to be able to relax and just enjoy the rest of our lives without worrying about the next spot to rob, I think I would kind of miss doing these jobs with you.'

That got your full attention. He wasn't quite meeting your eyes — instead, a loose strand on his clothes was apparently very interesting — but something about his words and the gentle sincerity with which he'd spoken them took you a little off-guard.

‘...I hadn't really thought much about it. About what happens after.’ And it was true, you hadn't; nothing past the first few wild, exciting dreams that sprung to mind when reading the amount of money the pair of you were being offered for this particular artefact. No real, solid plans.

‘I think I'd miss it too,’ you continued quietly. ‘But I mean, who's to say we can't do a couple more every once in a while, just for the fun of it, y'know? We don't even have to go after anything that valuable. More like just… for old times’ sake.’ You caught his gaze and he smiled, a little fond and a little hopeful, dark eyes twinkling.

‘Yeah, cool… So, uhm,’ he averted his gaze again and you couldn't help but find his uncharacteristic hesitance and bashfulness adorable, wondering what was on his mind that was making him act this awkward.

‘So I was wondering, once this heist is over, if you'd maybe wanna go out sometime?’

‘Sure, is that it?’ you question, oblivious. (Or maybe not wanting to get ahead of yourself. Surely there's no way he meant it like that.)

Your crime partner’s head perked up, eyes wide and looking directly into yours, as if searching for something.

‘Really?’

‘Umm, yeah?’ you say, incredulous. ‘What's got you so nervous? And… surprised? We go out together all the time.’

‘No, buddy, you don't get it…’ he said, sat looking a little like a kicked puppy. The look of disappointment that crossed his face broke your heart and instantly made you regret your words.

His hands returned to fidgeting and oh, you wanted to take those hands in yours and ease the nerves from his palms, thread his fingers through your own, press your lips to his knuckles.

Mark sighed. One of his hands came to rest on his knee while the other carded through his hair. You found yourself wanting to do the same.

‘Listen…’ he began again, eyes downcast while his hand came to rest in his lap. ‘We've been friends for what feels like ages now, working together for even longer. I know we butt heads at times, I can be an idiot and you can get on my nerves but-’ Finally his eyes met yours, and the affection in them made your breath catch in your throat.

The sun was setting by now, casting a gorgeous orange glow through the room and over his features. It made his eyes appear almost golden, and it suddenly occurred to you that no shiny trinket you could steal could ever possibly be worth more than the look those eyes were giving you in this moment. You internally cringed at the thought, but you couldn't deny it was true.

‘You're really important to me,’ he said earnestly. ‘I don't always agree with you but I always trust your judgement. I probably trust you more than anyone else, to be honest. You're my best friend, and maybe I'm wrong, but I think there could be something else here? And I wanna try being more? If that's okay with you.’

‘You mean-’

‘Yeah.’ He took your hand, said your name, foregoing any of his nicknames for you. ‘I love you — I always have, as a friend, but I think I have feelings for you. So, if you reciprocate even a little, let me take you out. On a real date. And if things don't work out,’ (you didn't miss the small flicker of something sad as he added that part) ‘well, we can still work together. And we'll still be friends, right?’ he asked hopefully.

You could feel your heart thrumming wildly, from his words, the intensity of his gaze and the warmth radiating from his hand to yours.

You took his other hand, the one still atop his knee, and replied softly: ‘I'd really love that, actually. To go on a date with you, I mean.’

The smile he gave you was genuine, unlike the typical cocky. It was wide and crinkled the skin beneath his eyes. You briefly wondered whether he could feel your racing pulse through your intertwined hands.

‘Then it's agreed. After the heist.’

‘After the heist,’ you promised.

Inevitably, you would run into problems and possibly danger in your next heist, as you usually did, but you trusted Mark, and you knew you could count on him when push came to shove. You knew that you would follow him anywhere, and the two of you had a better chance of conquering any obstacles you faced if you were together, as you always had.

The sun dipped beneath the clouds, the room was warm, and things felt comfortably the same and yet like this was a turning point for the pair of you.

You were sure this heist would be one to remember.

#(title is from Violet by Wild Party)#gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #I love them the sillies #this is straight up the softest of fluff #I got embarrassed and cringed writing this but I hope it's worth putting out there and someone else will enjoy it #there is NOT enough heist mark content #like what there is in terms of fics is SO GOOD don't get me wrong there's just not a lot #so I hope I can make some decent contributions for the heist stans out there lolol #it's always yancy this and illinois that and I love them too BUT HEIST MARK IS RIGHT THERE??#HE SPECIFICALLY BRINGS UP THAT YOU HAD PREVIOUSLY ESTABLISHED TO GO ON A DATE? WHY IS MY BOY SO OVERLOOKED #MAKE IT MAKE SENSE #I love this man... sorta underrated ego ngl #maybe bc he gets dumped in with actor which is valid and understandable tbh but like.. he's his own character too :(#sorry I'm very passionate #I'm just a sucker for friends to lovers basically #ahwm #a heist with markiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier cu #heist mark #heist!mark #heist mark x y/n #heist mark x reader #mark iplier #amee writes #partners in crime

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years

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Star-gazing

Yancy x gn!reader x Illinois

Requested by Anon:

“I see you write poly-fics(if I read the post right) and I would like to request a Fluffy fic with my boys yancy and Illinois, maybe something based off prompt 16 with parolee! yancy being able to properly see the stars and illinois and (either fem or gn) Reader telling him different stories behind the constellations”

16. “Star-gazing was a good idea.”

I have not read over this soooooo I hope it's good lmao

Warnings: none

Word Count: 767

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“So, uhh…” Yancy stared at the night sky, studying it. His eyes darted from one glowing speck to the next. “Where’s these constellations, exactly?”

Illinois huffed a laugh from your other side. He didn’t spare his boyfriend a glance as he reveled in the wonder of the universe. “Constellations are imaginary lines drawn between stars,” he explained.

Yancy looked over you at the adventurer. “I don’t get it.”

You took Yancy’s hand in yours, lifting them both to point at the sky. “So, you see that bright star right there?”

The jailbird tried to fight the blush creeping up his neck as he nodded.

“Okay.” You pointed to three stars above it. “And these stars?”

“Yeah?”

“And now do you see these stars that kinda form a box?” Your hand shifted to point out the stars.

Yancy followed the motion for a moment, trying to find the exact stars you meant. “Oh!” He lifted his other hand and traced it. “Youse talkin’ about those?”

“Now,” Illinois piped up, “if you connect those stars together with an imaginary line, you get a constellation.”

Your hand in Yancy’s fell back to your side. A moment passed as he studied the constellation. His head tilted one way, and then the other. A frustrated sigh escaped his chest in a huff. “Guys, I don’t sees nothin’. What’s it supposed to be?”

“They’re not supposed to form exact likenesses,” Illi assured him. He shifted to slip his arm under your neck, supporting your head, while also reaching over to fuss with Yancy’s hair. The parolee relaxed at the contact.

“Then what’s it supposed to be?” he asked again.

“I always called it the Little Dipper.”

“Little Dipper?”

“Mhm. Because over there,” you raised your empty hand on Illinois’ side to gesture, “is a big dipper.”

“Why a dipper? The hell even is a dipper?”

“Oh, uhm, like, a ladle,” you explained. “Dipper just flows better, I guess.”

“The original constellation wasn’t formed after a ladle, though.” Illinois points over to the small dipper. “The Little Dipper is actually called Ursa Minor. It means ‘Little’ or ‘Lesser Bear’. And the Big Dipper,” he pointed to it, “is called Ursa Major - ‘Greater Bear’.”

“That’s supposed to be a bear?” he asked, incredulous. “Now youse’s just messin’ with me.”

Illinois chuckled at the implication. “You haven’t even heard the half of it, darlin’. There’s people, snakes, mythical beasts - all sorts of things written into the stars.”

“Ain’t no way there’s a person in all of dat.”

“Oh yeah? See those three stars all in a row right there?”

“You can’t tell me dat’s a person,” he scoffed.

“No, no… That’s his belt.”

Yancy laughed. “Youse’s tellin’ me someone put a belt in da sky?”

“It’s part of a bigger constellation, but, yeah,” Illinois agreed with mirth. “It’s Orion’s Belt.”

“Aha!” Their attention shifted from the sky to you laying in between them. At some point during their banter, you’d pulled out your phone and downloaded an app that showed the different constellations in the sky. You held the device out so both of the men could see the screen and the different constellations the app picked out of the blue. “Ursa Minor, Ursa Major, and Orion!”

Yancy pointed at the screen. “Ohhh, so dat’s Orion,” he pointed at the sky, toward the three stars Illinois had just showed him, “and dat’s his belt.”

“I told you I wasn’t making it up,” Illinois teased from beside you.

“Ah shaddup.”

You passed your phone over to your parolee boyfriend. He tilted and turned it every which way, trying to see every possible constellation he could. When he found a particularly interesting one, he would point it out in the sky. When he went to point out Hydra, however, he was shushed by Illinois.

Yancy looked over, startled out of his awe of the stars. You were curled deep into Illinois’ side, but you still held onto Yancy’s hand. His heart filled with warmth at the sight.

“Bedtime?” he whispered.

Illinois nodded, grinning as he watched Yancy get up and lift you into his arms. You were sandwiched in between an adventurer and a jailbird, tucked warmly and safely into bed. Illinois kissed Yancy and you on the forehead as he got comfortable. Yancy stretched his arms so he was holding on to Illinois and you at the same time.

The next morning, as you all basked in each other’s presence, you asked in a whisper how Yancy liked looking at the stars last night. Illinois wore a knowing grin as Yancy answered, “Star-gazin’ was a good idea.”

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franklyshipping · 1 year

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A Ticklish Reunion ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE THE FIRST FANFIC OF 2023, HELL YEAH! THIS ONE IS BASED OFF A LOVELY PROMPT FROM @coolm456 FEATURING OUR FAVOURITE MUSICAL JAILBIRD, SO LET’S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @il-lee-nois and @yancelee

Yancy was so damn excited! He was convinced today was going to be the highlight of his year, because today was the day he was able to visit his epic prison family and spend proper time with them. Since his release on parole, visits had always been separated by glass and laughter had only been shared over the phone. But now Warden Murderslaughter had said he’d allow Yancy to break a few protocols and spend real quality time with his family for a whole day, which Yancy was over the moon about! The best thing though? He was allowed to bring someone with him, and Yancy had wasted no time in inviting the intrepid explorer Illinois.

Illinois had admittedly felt shocked when he was asked, feeling so flattered that it was him Yancy wanted to introduce to his prison family. Of course, he made a naturally charismatic (and slightly arrogant) comment to hide how touched he was. Yancy had then joked about how he only invited him because he thought he would fit in the best amongst criminals, which naturally Illinois had dramatically gasped at! Banter aside however, as soon as Illinois entered the facility and started being introduced to everyone, his delight peaked. Everyone was so unbelievably kind and warm and genuinely curious about him. It was a family indeed.

‘So, have you been taking Yancy on some of your adventures?’

Warden Murderslaughter asked, sat perched on a trestle table as the rest of the prisoners sat cross-legged on the floor – the Warden had allowed them use of the canteen for their gathering, providing a few blankets and treats (though don’t tell anyone he has a heart, he’ll deny it to the grave!). Illinois grinned up at him. He was sat with his legs stretched out and was resting on his hands, his wide-brimmed hat set down neatly beside him.

‘Oh naturally! He has the adventurer’s spirit for sure… though perhaps not the balance, eh Yance?’

Illinois turned to his left, where Yancy was sat by him, and gave him a nudge and a wink. The ex-prisoner pursed his lips, the familiar warmth of embarrassment threatening to creep up on him. He didn’t mind being teased, but in front of his prisoner family and the goddamn Warden?! Rude.

‘Dunno what you’re talkin’ about.’

Yancy tried to shrug it off, but now Illinois had everyone’s attention. So naturally, he was going to lap up every morsel of it.

‘Oh but of course you do! Now then let’s think… oh! There was that time you tripped into a pit of tickling snakes, and the time you got tangled in the Vines of Mirth, and the time you got punished by that tickle priestess for not adhering to her home’s dress code.’

Yancy’s face got redder and redder as Illinois went on, and the Warden hid an amused smile as he picked up on the ah… pattern, that Illinois was clearly referring to. The other prisoners sent Yancy little looks and grins, since naturally they knew exactly what Illinois was referring to as well.

‘Look, I– h-how was I supposed to know she didn’t like stripes?!’

‘I’m pretty certain I told you beforehand.’

‘W-Well… I-I don’t remember that.’

‘Oh you don’t huh?’

Illinois teased, his smirk broad and smug as he drank in Yancy’s adorable embarrassment. Yancy was crimson as fond chuckles surrounded him, including from the Warden who sent him a warm smile.

‘Nice to see you haven’t changed Yancy.’

The Warden winked, and Illinois cackled when Yancy gaped at him. For Illinois, this was genuinely the most fun he’d had in ages.

‘Aww, well isn’t that just adorable.’

Illinois laughed even louder, and Yancy bristled. The Warden sat up straighter, and Yancy’s family started to smile even wider. They saw the look on Yancy’s face, and knew what that look meant. His embarrassment had now morphed into something different, and dangerous. Yancy could tolerate a certain level of teasing before he decided that enough was enough; he took a breath, smiled, and turned to his family.

‘Hey guys… I think it’s time we teach my friend what happens to cheeky little shits in here. Whaddaya say?’

Illinois’ brows knitted together, he was immediately confused. He looked to the Warden for an explanation, but the man just chuckled. He stood and clapped the explorer on the shoulder.

‘Good luck.’

The Warden walked away, and before Illinois could call after him he was tackled very efficiently to the ground. By who, you ask? Illinois blinked and struggled, and gulped when he realised it was everyone. Yancy’s criminal family were grinning as they took hold of his limbs, ignoring his yelps and splutters. Meanwhile, Yancy was grinning at him with more menace than he’d ever seen before.

‘Woah hey what the heck?! Listen, I know I’m pretty but you guys can put hands on me one at a time you know!’

Illinois tried to act cool and suave to hide his apprehension, which made Yancy snort at him.

‘You can cut the flirtin’ Illinois, it ain’t gonna save you.’

Illinois raised an eyebrow at him.

‘… you sure?’

Illinois then sent a little wink to Bambam, who was sat next to his head – he blushed and smiled, making Yancy roll his eyes fondly. Yancy smiled to Bambam and raised a playful eyebrow.

‘Bambam, if ya don’t mind.’

Bambam sent Illinois a little, apologetic smile… before covering his mouth with his hand. Illinois’ protests were now sufficiently muffled as Yancy straddled the explorer’s waist, cracking his knuckles. Illinois swallowed hard and squirmed, his mind racing with nerves as he hoped Yancy wasn’t going to do what he thought he was going to do. Naturally, his hopes were dashed when Yancy pushed up his tight shirt with a grin.

‘Let’s show these sweet folks how pretty your laughter is, shall we?’

Illinois shook his head with wide eyes, but it was too late. Yancy’s deft, blunt nails made contact with his abs, scratching at them ruthlessly. Illinois burst into a deep fit of giggles, snorting and jolting dramatically at every little scritch and flick. The prisoners holding him all gasped and awwed down him, sharing excited look and whispers as they held him securely. Illinois’ babbles and protests remained muffled, making Yancy grin.

‘Huh? What was that? I couldn’t quite catch that?’

Yancy snickered at the little glare Illinois gave him, and delighted in drawing out a few squeaks at his pinched at his taut, twitching muscles.

‘Not so sassy now huh? It’s a wonder youse is sassy at all with how ticklish youse are.’

Yancy winked down at him, and Illinois’ face blossomed with redness. He jerked about and whined, and now tried his hand at giving pleading looks to everyone who was holding him down. He even went as far as to flutter his lashes at them, which made Yancy snicker. This was so damn priceless!

‘Pfft, don’t think these guys are gonna let you go! They’re real strong, ain’t that right?’

All the guys nodded, smirking at Illinois with evil excitement – this was the most fun they’d all had in quite some time. They all tickled and had fun with other constantly of course, but having Illinois was like have access to uncharted waters – or in this case uncharted nerves. Yancy gave them all a sneaky grin, before he leant down to Illinois and whispered.

‘And trust me, they like gettin’ real hands on.’

Oh no, that didn’t mean–? Yep, it did. Illinois shrieked as new scratching fingers entered his exposed armpits, making him cackle and writhe as Yancy still kept on tickling his poor abdominals.

‘MMPPHH!’

‘Ohoho! I think youses got a good spot!’

Yancy exclaimed at the two guys eagerly tickling Illinois’ poor hollows. The explorer desperately tugged at his arms and sent out as many pleading, handsome looks as he could, but it was all no use – he was well and truly trapped. His armpits and abs were tickled for what seemed like an eternity, time slowing down as his mind hyper-focused on each little sensation. Each drag, flick and scratch, each purred tease, all the smug smiles, all the little winks sent his way. His nerves felt like they were on fire, and everyone’s voices surrounded him like the most flustering symphony as they smirked at him.

‘Aww listen to his squeals!’

‘His face is so red, he could heat the whole prison with that blush!’

‘You sure he ain’t committed any crimes Yance? I kinda wanna keep him.’

Illinois wailed. He felt like he was actually going out of his mind… though deep down he had to admit, there was a big part of him loving all the attention being lavished on him. Yancy could see it in his eyes clear as day too, and though this was technically meant to be a punishment, he was so glad Illinois was happy.

‘Sorry guys ya can’t keep him, youses gotta get all your tickles in while ya can.’

Yancy sent Illinois a wink as he scratched his sides, making the explorer snort and wiggle from side to side. Illinois thought there was no way this could get worse… oh boy was he wrong. The two guys pinning Illinois’ ankles shared a look, smirked, and worked off Illinois shoes and socks. Illinois let out a fearful, high-pitched shriek and tugged at his legs. Yancy and the others just laughed affectionately, and soon enough Illinois was shrieking with wild, bright laughter as nails raked mercilessly up and down his soles. Yancy smirked, now tracing little shapes and swirls against the explorer’s stomach.

‘Aww are they gettin’ your poor tootsies? That’s gotta be torture.’

Illinois had tears welling in his light brown eyes as his ticklers eagerly scratched at his soles and under his toes, leaving no inch of skin un-tickled. That combined with the light flurries of tickling in his hollows and Yancy’s maddening tracing at his stomach… Illinois had no choice. All the poor guy could do now was beg. Well, try to anyway.

‘PLEHEMPHH!’

Yancy gasped dramatically, his eyes lighting up as smugness radiated off him.

‘Ohh youse is beggin’ now huh?’

Illinois wailed as he nodded, his cheeks starting to ache from his constant smile. Yancy grinned wolfishly, leaning over him as he mused.

‘Youse sorry for runnin’ ya mouth and bein’ a brat?’

Illinois nodded frantically, saying yes over and over again as his gaze flicked between everyone imploringly. Yancy chuckled, knowing Illinois couldn’t take much more. So he nodded to everyone, and they all saw the sign for cease and desist in his expression. Illinois gasped loudly as the tickling stopped and his mouth was un-covered. He blinked with amazement, not registering the mercy until Yancy spoke.

‘All is forgiven, ya little shit.’

Illinois giggled, and upon realising his limbs were free proceeded to hug himself and scrunch his feet defensively. His cheeks were red, mouth stretched into an endearing smile, clothes crumpled, and hair strewn every which way. He was the most handsome, bedraggled mess on the planet.

‘Ohoho my… that shohould be illegal.’

Everyone burst out laughing, and then Bambam sent Illinois a cheeky grin.

‘Oh yeah? Ya think someone’ll arrest us?’

Illinois snorted as everyone’s laughter got louder, and Yancy rolled his eyes and caught Bambam in an affectionate headlock. Then before Illinois knew it everyone was complimenting him on his laugh, smile and endurance, and the explorer got to spend the rest of the day listening to all of their wondrous stories and tales. He was nudged, hugged, jostled with, smiled at… and when Yancy sent him a fond smile Illinois realised something. It was true, Yancy did indeed have two families. One in the manor, and one right here… and now Illinois had made his greatest discovery. He’d found a second family too.

AHHH HAPPY NEW YEAR! THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME, I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS FIC AND PLEASE LEMME KNOW IF YA DO! WOOO LUV YOUS XX

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weirdlyhornyforegos · 2 years

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Kinktober day 14 - gloryhole

MINORS DNI!!!! Day 14 of Kinktober is: glory hole - multiple (in order: Actor, Eric, Wilford & Yancy, Illinois) x amab reader. Sooooo self indulgent :3

Also posted on AO3 Kinktober masterlist is here

Wordcount: 2.8k+

Tags/warnings: gloryhole (ass out variety), objectification, butt plug, sex toys, orgasm denial, spanking, rimming, reader called hole, cum marking, humiliation, bruising, slight dumbification

As you settle on your stomach on the table covered in a soft padding, or rather the high bench, some part of you feel ridiculous, but also very, very hot.

Your ass and legs being the only thing visible for whoever might walk into the room, makes your cock hard between your legs.

The plug you had put in after prepping yourself at home also helps, and you can’t help feel a little nervous and expectant as you push the button on your side of the wall that will light up the green light outside of the door of the room you find yourself in. You rest your head on your arms as you wait.

It doesn’t take many minutes before you hear the door open and close. A few steps before a hand strokes over your ass, slow and almost absentmindedly. You’re sure whoever it is is reading the little whiteboard that hangs on the wall just to the side of you, the board that states likes and dislikes, and a few other things.

“So a fresh hole, hm?” You nod, forgetting for a moment that he can’t see you. But it seems he’s not waiting for an answer, as his hands on your ass spreads your cheeks, fingers brushing against the plug that rests snugly inside of you.

“At least you prepped, I do hate when some holes think they shouldn’t.” You hear rustling, and for a moment you wonder if he’s going to take a condom from the side table that has them, among a few sex toys and lube.

It’s clear to you that he doesn’t take a condom when you feel a leaking cock rub against your ass, making you grind your hips back against him. You also feel a faint brush of soft fabric, you would guess... a silk robe?

You’re not given much time to dwell on your guess, as the plug in your ass is pulled out, discarded to wherever the man feels like. Three lubed fingers (when had he even done that?) dips inside of you, pushing and prodding, feeling around for how stretched out you are. You moan, your dick twitching as the man fucks you with his fingers.

“Someone has been smart.” His tone is bordering on sing-songy, and you’ve quickly realised this man likes to hear himself talk. Not that you really mind, cause his voice is nice.

His fingers leave you, but are quickly replaced with his cock pushing inside of you. You groan in unison, and his hands on your hips drags you against him as he bottoms out.

“So tight, and perfect around my cock.” He just grinds his hips against your ass, keeping himself inside of you. You push back against him, making him chuckle.

“So impatient, but alright then.” He draws almost all the way out, the thrust right back in with force. You moan, the motion sending sparks out arousal to your cock, making it leak as you start to get fucked in earnest.

The man is brutal with his pace, and every time he hits your prostate, which causes you to moan loudly and lose your rhythm as you push yourself back on him, he chuckles or laughs.

“Such a pretty and fuckable ass, made to take it.” He squeezes your ass hard, and without warning, you find yourself being filled with warm cum. You let out a little noise of surprise, but it feels so nice.

The man is panting, quiet as he pulls himself out of you. Before you can react, your plug is at your hole again and pushed inside, effectively trapping his cum inside of you. Your mouth falls open, panting as you’ve yet to cum.

“Good little holes keep what they’re given.”

You feel a hand on your cock, but any thought of cumming is quickly squashed when you feel the cock ring being placed on you. You whine, and the man laughs.

“Oh don’t you start, you were the one that put orgasm denial on your whiteboard.” His voice is smug, the words delivered with a smack to your ass. It makes you jump, but the slight sting is soothed somewhat as a hand rubs over the stinging skin.

“And now there’s only one thing missing.” You don’t even have time to ask for what, because seconds later there is the sound of a marker uncapping, and you feel a line drawn just over your left ass cheek.

“There you go!” Voice still smug, there’s another smack to your ass before retreating steps, and the door opening and closing.

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You’re not left alone for long, as the door opens and closes again just minutes later.

The steps in the room are a lot more hesitant, and whoever entered doesn’t immediately touch you.

“He-He-Hello?”

“Um, hi?”

“Uh uh, I- I- I.....” He trails off, clearly nervous by his tone and how you can hear him shift on his feet. “I- I don’t know what to do.” You can’t help but smile, he sounds cute, despite the nervousness.

“Well, the idea is that you can do almost anything really. Fuck me, finger me, suck me off, all up to you really, just look at my whiteboard first though.”

“Oh! Yeah, the b-board!” Silence for a few moments, and you shift on your feet, feeling the plug shift too, keeping the cum from your previous... visitor inside of you. You startle as a light touch caresses it, drawing in a sharp breath. The touch disappears as quickly as it appeared.

“Shi- shit, I’m sorry!”

“No, no, don’t be, you just surprised me, that’s all. In a good way.” A soft, barely audible ‘oh’, and then the touch returns. You hum, wiggling your ass a little to give a show.

“I’m Eric by the way.” It’s whispered, but you hear him, so you offer up a name in an equally low whisper.

Eric doesn’t say anything else, but his touch keeps going, fingers pushing and prodding at your plug. It’s not much, but it keeps the thrum of the arousal in your body constant and warm.

His fingers leave you for a moment, and you hear a bottle of lube uncapping. You’re surprised when you don’t feel any lube brush anywhere against you.

Instead you hear the unmistakable noise of Eric jerking off as his fingers return to your plug.

This time he grabs the base, pulling it out a bit so your hole stretches just before the widest part before he pushes it back in. You moan, loving the feeling of the stretch, and seemingly emboldened by your noise and reactions, Eric starts to fuck you with the plug as he jerks himself off.

You hear him shuffle closer, and you feel his knuckles every so often brush against your ass he brings himself closer and closer to the edge. He draws moans and groans as the plug is thrusted in and out of you in a matching pace with his hands.

When Eric comes, it’s with a groan of the name you gave him as he spills over your ass, coating you in sticky and warm cum. The plug stops, and he lets it slip fully inside of you again as he catches his breath.

“Fuckkkk, your ass looked so good, I- I- just couldn’t help myself.” You can’t see it, but you can imagine a blush spreading over his face, even though he sounds a lot more confident now than when he first entered the room. Case in point, you feel another line drawn on your cheek, you think right next to the first one.

“Thank y-you.” A gentle pat on your ass, then Eric leaves you alone.

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Not that you’re left alone for long, as the door is thrown open, making you jump as it smacks against the wall.

“Wilford, there’s no need for youse to break things.”

“Oh but isn’t that half the fun? Besides, the only thing we are going to break is that ass in front of us.” The smack to your backside makes you yelp, and Wilford giggles, while the other man sighs, evidently closing the door with a light click.

“Youse said youse were goin’ to show me some true fun, and no offense, but this looks like just another ass.”

“But there’s where you’re wrong Yancy, my old chap, this is not just any ol’ ass! This ass is ours to use as we please, and so is their hole and cock! Within limits of course.” You hear a nail tap against the whiteboard, and a few moments of silence follows.

Then your plug is pulled out, discarded as you feel the head of a cock push against your hole and strong hands hold your hips.

“Ours to use as we please, huh?” Yancy speaks, and then his cock is buried to the hilt in one smooth motion. You and Yancy groan in unison, and you clench around him.

“See, there you go, you got the spirit!” You can hear the grin on Wilford’s face, and somehow it’s infectious, even as Yancy starts fucking you in earnest. You try to hold onto the bench you’re laying on so you can push back against him, but it’s hard with the quick pace Yancy sets.

So you end up more or less holding on for dear life as Yancy pumps his cock into you, filling and stretching your hole so nicely. It’s making your head spin and cock throb, and if not for the cock-ring, you would have cum.

Suddenly though, there are another set of hands on your hips, and Yancy slows down his pace.

“What are youse doin?”

“You prepped before leaving home like I told you to, yes?”

“Yeah, but I don’t see why that matter, I’m the one fuckin’, not - FUCK!” Yancy startles forward, his hold on your hips tightening so much that you know it will leave bruises.

“Give a guy some warnin’, would ya?”

“Like the one you gave the ass you’re currently inside of?” Wilford teases, and Yancy huffs.

“That’s different.”

“Oh, how so?”

“They’re just for us to use as we please, youse said it yourself. A hole to be fucked.”

“And aren’t you just for me to use?” Wilford ruts forward, causing Yancy to grind against you with a moan. “Maybe I have half a mind to put you in one of these rooms, you are a good hole, and do have a rather lovely ass after all.”

Before Yancy can answer, Wilford smacks your ass and his in tandem, making Yancy startle and his hips to twitch against you. You curse yourself inside of your own head, because if it weren’t for you putting orgasm denial on your board, you could have cum just listening to the two of them talk like you were just to be used.

And put up like this you certainly are, a fact you remind Yancy of as you clench around his cock, making the man moan. Wilford chuckles, two strong thumbs coming to press down on the dip of your tailbone.

“Feeling good are we?” You’re not sure who he is talking to, but it doesn’t matter as he starts to fuck Yancy, which in turn makes Yancy fuck into you.

It’s so hot, so unbelievably hot, and though the pace isn’t as quick as before, your body feels like it’s on fire.

Arousal flows in an never ending stream through you as you listen to the sounds of Wilford fucking Yancy and Yancy fucking you. It’s wet, almost embarrassingly so, but in the best way that makes your nerves sing.

You don’t know how long it’s kept up for, but with how Yancy’s cock every so often hits your prostate, you’re reduced to whimpers and babbling as Yancy starts warning Wilford he’s about to come.

“Good, cum. Cum and fill this nice little hole up like they deserve, and I will fill you up like you deserve.” You hear Yancy keen, and then he’s filling you up, his cum mixing with the man from your first encounter. Wilford doesn’t feel far behind, as just a few thrusts later Yancy stills completely inside of you, and Wilford groans loudly.

A few breathless minutes as nobody moves, then you’re empty for a moment before the plug is filling you up again. You whine, wiggling your hips, but they are stilled with strong hands as you feel two more lines being drawn on your ass cheek.

“Not quite yet, but soon you’ll get to, hole.” Wilford knows exactly what you want, but doesn’t give it to you, just delivering a last smack to your ass before he and Yancy leaves.

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Again, you’re not left alone for long, and as the door opens this time, you’re greeted with someone whistling a melody that you don’t recognize.

What is familiar however, is the long whistle the man lets out as the door closes and he looks at you.

“Well, aren’t you a sight?” You wiggle your hips, words no longer important. It seems to get the message across though, as two calloused hands spread your cheeks, massaging them.

“Such a good looking mess.....” A thumb brushes against the base of your plug, pushing against it, your hips rutting against nothing at the action.

“Well, better get you cleaned up.” You hear movement behind you, and seconds later there is a tongue licking over your ass. You gasp, not at all expecting that. A deep chuckle, and then your plug is removed once more. This time you feel cum start to leak out of you almost immediately, though the tongue of the man behind you is quick to lap it up.

You whimper, your thighs shaking as the tongue works over you, switching between short and quick licks, to broad and slow strokes of his tongue. The tip of it dips inside your hole, and though you try to grind yourself against his face, strong hands prevent you from moving more than what he wants.

As his tongue keeps working you over rather thoroughly, a hand shifts from your hip to your cock, giving a few slow strokes. You almost cry with pleasure, it feels so good, but you can’t cum with the cock ring on.

The tongue licks over every inch of skin he can reach, his hand working in tandem to push your arousal to even higher heights than you thought possible, at least without coming.

Fingers brush against the cock ring, which seems to give him pause. Then with skilled fingers, the cock ring is gone in seconds.

It takes two strokes and one long lick before you spill all over his hand, coming with a loud cry. You think you hear him chuckle, but you can’t really be sure as noise fills your head and white fills your vision for a moment. You’ve never cum so hard on your life, you swear you can see stars dancing around your head, and the fact that he keeps working you over through it only adds to the intensity of it all.

Only when you start to shiver and whimper with oversensitivity does he pull his mouth and hand away, though he doesn’t go far, his cock making its way inside of your ass just seconds later.

You keep whimpering, but he just hushes you, fucking into you at a mercifully slow pace.

“Don’t you worry about a thing, I’m just going to chase my own high this time around.” He keeps his thrusts shallow, almost just grinding against you more than anything. You just lay there, taking it like you were set up to do, moans low and guttural as he drags his cock against sensitive nerves.

By the time he cums, you’re not hard yet, but you’re not far from it, and him filling you up doesn’t deter you at all. If anything, it just pushes your cock that little further along, especially as you feel the fifth line being made on your ass as you’re plugged back up.

“There you go, all nice and presentable... ish.” You hear the grin, and can’t help but smile as you hear him take up the whistling again as he leaves the room.

You push the button to turn your light yellow, grabbing one of the bottles of water on your side of the wall. You lean on your elbows, chugging half before slowing down, drinking the rest at a slower pace.

Taking stock of yourself after drinking, you feel a pleasant amount of full and used, but not quite enough. Feeling a little insatiable, you want more.

So, you put down your now empty bottle, and push the button and turn your light green again, and for the next few minutes you lie and wait for whoever chooses to use you next.

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vermillioncrown · 1 year

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pretty sure your snare trap has math for cheese

you'd think so. i thought so, too--but no one talks to me about the actual math from my fanfic (me getting hurt feelings from everyone fixating on 'bruce wayne batman dating' rather than chasing the 'data regression' -> 'fast fourier transform' -> 'dick grayson is a former mathlete about to read korvin to filth', but i fucking did it to myself and know it)

actual math/stem people more knowledgeable than me take one look and go "lmao poser" and ignore it

laymen read my fic and don't care beyond the spectacle

i think the math acts like a filter. you either vibe w my processes (which cannot be separated from how i write) or you [x] immediately

#inquiry #Anonymous #there is something else that is the lure #a certain menthol illinois if you will #dude idk sometimes i wanna joke and advertise 'get some fucking science here'#but i also know a lot of fics over the decade that touted that kind of . uh. and they didn't vibe with me #don't agree with their portrayal of stem-related things + research + 'intelligence' and 'capability'#so many fics i've read wanting more 'realism' of certain mechanics or whatever #i pass away as soon as i see how they handle the subject matter. i see it enough day-to-day. i do not need the same attitude in fic #idk my goal isn't to blind someone with math and science it's just how my square-shaped brain thinks #and i wanna demystify + also allow people to give the subject respect. a measured treatment in a candid manner #so i think if i ever advertised myself as a math/science-focused writer i'll become the enemy #that's when you guys put me down like a lame horse. promise okay?#but at the same time i cannot lie to myself and divorce the thinking patterns i'm used to from my field #bc despite not studying lit + last lit class ever i slept through four months...#my current work requires me to put stories together. subject matter is technical and non-fiction.#(i'll also say... the bruce wayne sugar baby punchline will not end how most of you probably think it will. based on heuristics)#(but that's not bad. it just means i'll continue to make y'all spittake)

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grandwretch · 7 months

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bro i was looking up serial killers in the 80s for a throwaway line from robin about profiling and stuff and there was apparently a serial killer active from 1982 to 1984 that was fROM the same area of indiana stranger things is set in. wtf. like yeah that'll work for a fic set in 1985 i guess. jesus christ.

#shut up az #he was specifically part of the gay leather scene in indianapolis #he didn't become a killer until he moved to illinois but im just like.#WHAT.#WHAT THE FUCK #im literally talking about fort worth all the time in my fics and its listed as one of his residences on his wikipedia page #i nearly did a spit take like. IT WAS THE FIRST SERIAL KILLER I CLICKED ON #???????????????????????

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yeh-spookey-betch · 2 years

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Illinois x GN!Reader: The Twin Cats and the Magic String

SFW!!!!!!

credit to @nekosounds for doing this with me as a roleplay that inspired the fic

Summary: You’re not as good at dodging traps as Illinois is tags: hurt comfort, sfw, illinois x reader, gender neutral reader, fluff, some cursing, use of caps in the writing

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You had been translating the hieroglyphs when it happened.

Illinois had told you time and time again how to keep an eye out for traps, but the pressure plate was well disguised, and as it ground into the stone, pegs shot back into the walls as giant stone slabs dropped into place, boxing you in completely.

As the ringing in your ears stopped, and you assessed your body-- all still there, yes. You were fine. Terrified but fine-- the dust settled and you could hear Illinois on the other side of the stone, calling your name in panic, asking if you were okay.

"I'm alright! I'm just glad they didn't crush me…" you coughed a couple times at the dust, your eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. There were three small diamond shaped holes to allow air in, and precious little light. "Can you get a flashlight through one of those openings?" You reached up to one.

He shoved a flashlight through the hole into your hand. As the cool weight settled in your hand your thumb found the switch and nudged it up to turn the light on. You could still see the hieroglyphs you were supposed to be translating. But no manner of release you could see from here. "Any way to release it out there?" You called.

"I don't see anything, darlin'." His voice came in return. "I'll go ahead and call for help getting these slabs back up into wherever they fell from. One of the guys is bound to have a jack or a prybar or a wedge." He reassured you. He was silent for a moment, then you could hear the dial tones of him putting his call on speaker.

"You get service in here?" You asked, but he didn't answer quite yet.

"Yessir, Asimir is waiting by the jeep like you say, missere." Came the thickly accented voice of the guide that had driven you both to the foot of the plateau.

"Asimir, Y/n got into a trap, can you get anything up here that'll move a stone slab out of the way?" Illinois asked. His voice moved slightly as if he was pacing while he talked.

"Yessir, two hours, I am coming." Asimir hung up.

"TWO HOURS??" You shouted from your cubicle prison.

"Calm down, darlin', I'm still here and I'm not going anywhere until you're out of there. Getting anxious about it is only going to make you hyperventilate." He came back to peer into the opening. "Do the hieroglyphs say anything about how to get out?"

You turned your attention back to the carvings. "No, it's a fable about twin cats who got separated exploring a labyrinth."

"Sounds like a cute kids story." Illinois hummed.

"Or a drama about how curiosity gets you in trouble." You scoff, propping the flashlight in the corner to try to light up most of the small space.

"It's two cats in a maze. How much trouble could they possibly get into?" He chuckled.

"How much trouble have we gotten into? And we're sentient." You shot back.

"So go on." He said after a moment.

"And do what, Illinois? I'm stuck." You huffed.

"No, I mean go on with the story! What happens to the kitties?" He protested, now shining his light through the hole at you.

"Are you five??" You shielded your eyes from the more direct beam.

"Yes! Bedtime story please!!" He joked in return. You turned on the floor to lean your back against the artefact's pedestal and translate the rest of the carving.

"Oh my God, my life is in your hands. I'm fucking doomed." You complained. "Keep your light on it." You told him. He aimed his flashlight beam at the wall of runes. You took a deep breath and started to read.

"One day, Mewl and Purr found themselves playing farther from home, and stumbled upon a great temple--"

"Mewl and Purr that's so precious."

"Do you fucking want me to read the story?"

"There's nothing else you have to do at the moment."

"Fuck off and shut up." You snapped. He chuckled and you kept reading.

"And they stumbled upon a great temple with a maze in its depths. Purr turned to Mewl and said 'there must be something heavenly at the end of this maze. Let's find it!' And Mewl agreed with passion. So they decided to split up and yowl for each other when one had found the right path.

They both searched and searched as long as they could stand on their paws, but Mewl couldn't find the exit. Nor could he find Purr. He yowled until his voice was sore like he'd swallowed sand. But no one came for him."

"What happened to the little guy?" Illinois interjected.

"If you're patient I'll fuckin tell you.

Mewl laid down, wishing he could cry. He wanted his brother more than any treasure at the end of this maze. He wanted to go home for salty fish and sweet milk and lay with their mother and forget the whole thing."

"Tragic. I want salty fish and sweet milk with my mother."

"You interrupt one more time I swear--"

"Sorry! Go on!" He was laughing but you pressed on with the story, the faded carvings getting more difficult to read.

"Mewl lay on his side until something tickled his paw. He looked down, expecting one of the insufferable centipedes the maze was rife with,but instead he saw a magic length of yarn, beckoning him like his master's finger. He followed it, turning this way and that and finally he was following the string so intensely he ran his head right into Purr's. The brothers cheered and played and embraced. They had found each other because of the magic string of the maze and could finally go home and tell their mother the lesson they learned." You finished.

"Love a happy ending. That was sweet." Illinois sounded like he was smiling. The light moved, but because of your own you weren't completely in the dark.

"Yeah, it was. But it doesn't exactly help us." You sighed.

"Asimir's on his way. You won't have to wait too much longer…" his voice was calm, only because he was trying to keep you calm. He was worried too,but would never admit it.

You sighed again, letting your hand press against the cool stone floor. When you felt something. "Illy…" you had that tone he knew that meant you were really excited and desperate to share something with him but couldn't get the right words out.

"What? Did you think of something?"

"The cats, Illinois! The story, THE STRING!!!!" You smacked the wall.

"The string??" He repeated, not knowing what you meant.

"THE CATS REUNITED BY FOLLOWING THE MAGIC STRING LOOK FOR A STRING ON YOUR SIDE!" You shouted.

"Uh… okay…" there was a minute of shuffling. "I found one! Is there one on your side?"

"Yes, pull it on three!"

"Okay… 1… 2… 3!" Both of you yanked the two string releases at once and pegs under the slabs pulled back and they fell into the floor with a grinding slam.

You uncurled from your defensive position and looked over to see Illinois, no more stone walls in the way. You both moved at once, running to him and you jumping into his arms.

Neither of you let go until you heard footsteps coming into the chamber. "Yessir, I come with prybar for getting Y/n out of trap--" Asimir called, his light falling on the two of you safe and sound. "You, sir! You are tricking me with this call! They are in no trap!" He shook his finger at Illinois, who laughed and moved towards him to try to explain what had happened.

#illinois #illinois x reader #markiplier #markiplier egos #gender neutral reader #hurt comfort #fluff #fanfic #my fic #my writing #sfw

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