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weirdlyhornyforegos · 2 months

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Good Boy

Anon: Hi, I was wondering if you could do a yancy x gn!reader where yancy is the submissive in the relationship and maybe also a little touch starved. Reader is rough with him physically but is still super sweet cause yancy is always such a good boy for them?

MINORS DNI!!!!

Wordcount: 700+

Tags/warnings: mention of impact play, praise, bites, handjob, cum-eating

Having Yancy underneath you always feels like a treat and a privilege, the man so soft to your touch, so willing to take what you give him. Heated skin that only gets redder with scratched lines, slaps, and bites that are followed by kisses.

You love to kneel between his legs, and make him feel good, make him cum in any and many ways.

Tonight is no different, the man underneath you keening into your touch even as you hold his arms down by the wrist. You laugh, but there is nothing cruel in your tone, only wonder at how desperate he gets for you, how pretty he is like this.

Yancy whines, so you lean down to circle on of his nipples with your mouth, sucking hard on it, making him moan.

"Such a good boy for me Yancy, so pliable and sweet." The hand not around his wrists works over his cock, the mixture of lube and ample pre-cum making the glide easy. Your mouth back on his nipple, this time with kitten licks, makes him groan.

Yancy fucks into your hand as well as he can, his shallow trusts brushing up against more than just your hands with you kneeling between his legs and leaned over him, but you heed it little mind, too focused on him.

Moving your head, you trace a path with bites and your tongue over his chest to his other nipple, broad tongue lapping over it.

Yancy twitches beneath you, and you are certain if you weren't holding his hands, they would either be in your hair, or gripping the sheets for dear life.

Not that you really think he needs you to hold them there.

"Yancy, baby, I want you to keep your arms like this for me, ok?" He nods aggressively, keeping his eyes locked on you as you lean up and back. Hand now free, it joins your other on his cock, this one sliding down to play with his balls.

Yancy's mouth hangs open, letting moans, whimpers, and groans slip out with no hindrance, letting you hear how sweet he sounds for you.

"There you go my boy, so good for me, so well behaved." There's a glint in his eye, but gone in an instant as you thumb the head of his cock before bringing it to your lips to lick his cum off.

"Delicious." You comment, and he swallows hard as your hand returns to his cock, jerking him off faster now, intent on making him spill all over your hand.

"Come on my sweet thing, come for me like I know you want to, and like you were made to." Yancy moans perhaps the loudest he has all night as he spills over your hand, your name slipping out like a prayer.

You keep working him over until he shakes, only stopping when he moves his arms from over his head where he had kept them the whole time, to one over his face, the other on his chest, your signal that he is done for the moment.

Letting go, you just stay where you are, watching his chest rise and fall as he catches his breath.

When he removes his arm from his face and looks at you, you smile at him before bringing your cum covered hand up to your mouth, and starting to clean it off.

Yancy watches as you do so, licking his lips and breathing heavily. The man has some stamina, but not even him can get hard that quick again, though you know he wouldn't have minded that at all with how he looks at you.

"Fuck, sweetheart....." You grin, leaning down, mindful of his sensitive cock as you kiss him. Or, you try to be, but Yancy just pulls you close, pressing you down on him.

"Need youse...." He mutters in-between kisses. You know what he means, the request hidden in his words familiar. You stop kissing him in favor of moving slightly further down, tucking yourself underneath his chin and letting yourself rest all of your weight on him.

Yancy sighs happily, one hand going to your back to trace patterns over your skin, the other moving to brush through your hair.

"My good boy deserves all that he wants." Yancy hums, and if you were a betting person- you would bet a slight blush is spread over his cheeks as you both just lay there.

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weirdlyobsessedwithegos · 2 years

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Yancy x reader

@the-crypt-of-randomness : Been missing many of the boys, but mostly Yancy. Sooo... Yancy x reader, "I think… everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves.”

Anon: "kissing their lover's knuckles" and "tracing their finger over their lover's tattoos/scars" from the soft writing prompts with Yancy? he's with you during one of his first nights on parole and you're just so?? overwhelmed that you can hold him now?? he's telling you a bit about the tattoos too while you hold him, and you're both just so happy.

Something a little soft, hope you enjoy!

Yancy loves parole, he finds, when during one of his first days out, you and him cuddle close on the couch, him on top of you, his face hidden in your neck while the radio goes on in the background.

Or rather, Yancy’s favorite part of being out on parole is the ability to hold you close, hug you and touch you as much as he likes, not just seeing you in his mind or on the other side of the glass of the visitation booth.

He can feel when you laugh as he blows raspberries on your neck, feel your hand scratch against his scalp as you pull him up for a kiss, feel your lips press against his as you distract him, flipping him over so he’s the one underneath you on the couch.

You move back slightly so you can pepper kisses all over his face, making it Yancy’s turn to laugh as you sit up in his lap.

You grin down at him, and he can’t help but return it.

He’s so fucking happy, that he thinks his chest might combust, so happy that you convinced him to take parole. You’re not helping matters as your fingers glide over the side of his neck, approximately where one of his tattoos are.

“Why did you get this one?”

“Lost a bet, one of mah friends has this little characters they like to draw youse know, and I bet them I could out-eat them at dinner on night, and youse know like they say, the rest is history an’ shit.” You snort at that last bit.

“Don’t think ‘and shit’ is part of the quote.”

“Is not?” You shake your head, smiling at the story, removing your hand from his neck, letting them both rest on his chest. He grins up at you, loving how you look in his lap, and how solid you are, how he can hold you close now.

You’re the one person in the world that has made him feel like this, and as he looks up at you with his hands on your hips, he can’t help but wonder.

“Why did youse want me to get parole? Why did youse believe in me?”

“Oh, wow, that came out of nowhere, such loaded questions you ask.” You try to deflect a little, but when he just looks up at you with expecting eyes, you sigh lightly. You take one of his hands from your hip, holding it gently in yours, letting your thumb stroke over his knuckles, over the words printed there.

He had quickly learned that your silence is not a bad thing, that you are merely thinking over your words, not one for many; you are very aware what weight they might hold.

"I think… everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves.” A pause as you bring his hand up so you can place feather light kisses on his knuckles. “And I don’t think you are as bad as you claimed to be. And I never will.” The smile sent his way is soft, and Yancy’s eyes starts to sting, which he hides by dragging you into a tight hug.

“Thank youse.” He chokes out, the response he gets is a hum from you and your own arms sneaking under and around his torso, not letting go of him.

You stay like that for a few minutes, just holding each other, saying nothing, just feeling each other close.

Yancy only loosens his arms when he is certain that he won’t cry.

You plant a kiss just under his jaw, moving off his lap, but not going far, only fetching a blanket from the end of the couch. You lay back down with your head on his chest, pulling the blanket over you both.

Yancy knows you can hear his fast beating heart as you pull on his arm and take his hands in yours, kissing the knuckles as his other arm goes around your back.

“What about theses ones?” Yancy smiles down at you, planting a kiss on your forehead, (just because he can), before launching into an explanation of what the words on his knuckles mean.

#yancy x reader #yancy #yancy x y/n #yancy ahwm #yancy iswm #ahwm yancy #iswm yancy #yancy fic #yancy fanfiction #reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader

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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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franklyshipping · 2 months

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Tough Tootsies ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

Here we have another fabulous anon prompt featuring our favourite gameshow host, but this time Yancy is by his side! LET'S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @bimlee-trimmer and @bim-trimler

Yancy was a tough guy, a cool guy. He was the sort of guy who, thanks to his days behind bars, had learned how to keep a straight face when things got nerve-wracking or intimidating. However, if you looked in his eyes long enough, you’d notice the flicker of nerves as he stood in the reception of the white-marble spa that Bim had brought him to. The luxury spa experience was something Bim had actually bought Yancy for Christmas, attempting to encourage him to relax and see the value of “me time” – but in true busy Yancy fashion he hadn’t found time to use it in-between writing, choreographing and practising new songs and music video shoots for his first album of music (the working title was Jailbreak and all the egos, Bim especially, thought it was iconic). So here Yancy was, having been persuaded thanks to Bim offering his company, and soon they were all signed in and heading to get to their first stop: free goodies.

‘So uh, what’s exactly gonna be done to us?’

‘Oh we’re getting the best treatments!’

Bim replied, grinning as the pair wandered through and started getting changed into their fancy, thick robes and slippers – which they got to keep no less! Bim’s attire was lilac whilst Yancy’s were navy, and Yancy smiled as he realised Bim must have called ahead to tell them his favourite colour.

‘First up is a hot stone massage, that’s the thing that’ll settle you into the spa day mood. Then we’ll have mud face masks, face, neck and scalp massages, and finish off with a full pedicure! You’re going to want a spa break every weekend after today, trust me!’

Bim nudged him with a wink and Yancy snorted, shaking his head fondly as they headed into the first room. Yancy was nervous about the day, mainly with regards to having strangers getting up close and personal with him. If Bim weren’t here with him he likely wouldn’t have had the confidence to give it a try… but as the treatments came by, it was far less invasive than Yancy was expecting. Everyone was so relaxed and chatty, always checking in on his comfort, telling him what they were going to do before he felt any touch – and of course Bim knew all the personnel and kept awkward silences at bay with gossip and banter.

Yancy found himself especially enjoying the gossip, especially when it came to his wild experiences from prison, which all the staff were excited to hear rather than unnerved! Yancy got so relaxed at one point that he fell right asleep during the scalp massage, having a deep twenty minute power nap which somehow refreshed him like a full night’s sleep – soon Yancy wasn’t just comfortable, he was enjoying every second of the experience. Also needless to say, he felt tensions unwinding in him that he hadn’t realised he had!

Eventually they got settled into comfy leather seats ready for the full pedicure treatment, and naturally Bim had even convinced him to pick a nail colour – Yancy went for a matte navy blue, whilst Bim chose a metallic violet. Yancy was all set and ready to relax again, even closing his eyes in anticipation… meaning he missed the cheeky grins Bim shared with the technicians. There was mischief afoot, no pun intended. In Bim’s view Yancy had been overworking himself and not only deserved relaxation, but a chance to let loose… to laugh. And the previous treatments had put him beautifully off guard.

Yancy sighed as he felt his feet gently get washed in warm water and carefully patted dry, and he could feel another nap coming on… until he felt the warm pumice stone. His foot was held still as the pumice stone’s fine grained surface rubbed against the ball of his foot. It wasn’t uncomfortable, certainly not painful… but it tickled like hell. Yancy’s breath hitched as his gripped his arm rests, glancing to Bim beside him. Bim however was perfectly relaxed, and took another sip of his champagne as he sighed.

‘So, is it safe to say I’ve converted you to the spa lifestyle Yance?’

Yancy gaped for a moment, feeling a giggle building in his chest. He held it in, clearing his throat as he smiled at his friend – he couldn’t burst into giggles here, it would be the most embarrassing thing ever! He took a deep breath, resolving not to react and make a scene.

‘Mhm oh yeheah, yeah for sure.’

‘I mean, I get why you were anxious of course, it’s perfectly understandable to not want strangers touching you all over the place. But everyone here honestly takes the word ‘professional’ and goes above and beyond don’t you think?’

‘O-Oh mhm, mhm yep.’

Yancy replied, gritting his teeth as he felt the rubbing go on and on and on. Somehow it was worse than feathers or nails, even worse than the pointiest pen! It was like his deepest ticklish nerves weren’t safe, each rub sending jolts and tingles that just made him want to squeal and kick his feet! But he couldn’t, and felt his face go a bit pink from his efforts as his technician smiled at Bim’s compliments.

‘You’re too kind Mr Trimmer.’

The pumice stone left his foot and Yancy let out a quiet breath of relief, until he felt it being applied to his other foot. He could feel his toes twitching as he casually pressed his knuckles to his mouth, his eyes looking at anything else but his feet. How the hell could something tickle this much, and how was Bim so chill?! He was just as ticklish as Yancy, or at least that’s what Yancy had always thought. It was the public factor that made this so torturous. Being tickled at home wasn’t half as embarrassing as this… oh God if he laughed, would he get kicked out?!

Then, he almost did. He let out a sudden squeak and shuddered when he felt the pumice stone move to his heel. He missed the amused look between Bim and the technician, and the technician put on a concerned look.

‘Oh I’m sorry, is that spot tender?’

Yancy cleared his throat, smiling softly as he straightened in his seat. He knew he was bright pink.

‘Ah, no I uh, just got a chill.’

Bim hid a snicker behind his champagne glass as the technician smiled, keeping her composure as she replied.

‘Oh, your seat has a heating feature if you’d like to use it! If you lift up the left arm rest you’ll find all the buttons.’

She then put the pumice stone aside and Yancy smiled gratefully, thinking he was in the clear. He decided he deserved to feel toasty after all that, and snorted when Bim gasped dramatically next to him as he opened his own arm rest.

‘Oh my GOD I can’t believe I forgot about that!’

Yancy rolled his eyes fondly as Bim excitedly explored all the buttons, including the reclining and massage functions. Yancy could feel the tingles in his feet fading into relaxation, so much so he got ready to tease Bim for getting so excited. But then he felt the oil. His breath hitched as he felt it trickle over his feet and toes, filling the space with a soft, floral scent, and his jaw clenched as he felt it being massaged into his skin. Oh. God.

‘U-Uh… whahat–ah, what’s the oil f-for?’

‘Oh it’s to help revitalise your skin, and it’ll stop your feet drying out. The scent is lavender, is that alright?’

‘Yehep, mhm yep, yep ahall good…’

Yancy nodded, and now had no choice but to mask his little giggles with light coughs and clearing his throat. This did not escape the technicians or Bim’s notice, but they naturally pretended otherwise to keep the game going. Bim even sighed lightly with a grin.

‘Ahh, the lavender one is my favourite, it’s just so relaxing isn’t it Yance?’

Yancy nodded, and this time couldn’t keep his eyes off the massage as fingers moved up from his arches, getting closer and closer to his toes. He tried to reason that he could take it, that the massage wasn’t as bad as the pumice stone… but when those slick fingertips started rubbing his toes he held his breath. But in the end, it was no use. It was a tweak to his pinky toe after a few mere seconds that made him explode into his long awaited laughter.

‘SHIHIT!’

To Yancy’s utter horror he heard the technician giggle as Bim gasped, his grin turning devious as he clapped his hands together.

‘Aww there’s the ticklish guy I know! I gotta say you held out longer than I thought you would!’

Yancy’s eyes went wide with confusion… and then the realisation hit him. It was a set up. A goddamn tickly set up! Before he could even think to get up, Bim leaned over and pinned him snugly against his seat, capturing his arms as he chuckled at him. What’s more… the massage didn’t stop.

‘WHAHAHAT THE HEHECK?!’

He kept laughing at varying pitches as the pads of his toes were gently rubbed, but occasionally he would feel the flutter of nail tips right under his toes too – that got him squealing, despite his best efforts, complete with voice cracks too. His cheeks were crimson with embarrassment as he squirmed about. How could he not have seen this coming? Bim was notoriously a mischievous little shit, he should have known there was something going on!

‘Aww look at those red cheeks, is someone flustered?’

Yancy snorted, and failed in his attempt to glare at Bim as he kept trying to wriggle free. His toes were constantly scrunching as he laughed and laughed and laughed, before ending up hiding his face against Bim’s shoulder in defeat.

‘YOHOHOU’RE AHA JAHAHACKASS!’

Bim gasped in mock offense, and tickled under his chin lightly as he retorted.

‘Am not! I just wanted to see a smile on that handsome face! Don’t you feel lighter and more relaxed?’

‘NAHAHAT RIHIHIGHT NOHOHOW!’

Bim and the technician’s laughed at his exclamation as Yancy kept his face hidden, his embarrassment hitting its peak… because admittedly the tickles were wonderful. Different tickles could be wonderful in different ways, and for Yancy slow, tender tickling at his worst spot like this was a truly heavenly sort of hell. He felt so warm and giddy and happy inside as the minutes went by, each toes given lashings of attention with rubs and flutters which seemed unending! And naturally Bim couldn’t help but keep on teasing him.

‘Listen to that laugh! You look like you’re having lots of fun, I think we should make this a regular appointment for your ticklish toes.’

Yancy’s blush crept up to his ears, and he let out a loud yelp when he felt the tickles stray in-between his poor sensitive toes. He exploded with babbles as his whole body jolted, and he reached his limit.

‘AHH–ALRIGHT ALRIHIHIGHT S-STAHAHAHAP!’

Bim giggled fondly, and the technician immediately stopped as she and her colleague giggled with huge grins on their faces, and even in his breathless state Yancy could see they weren’t making fun of him; their looks were just as fond as Bim’s. He panted softly as they moved away to prepare the next treatment, and his eyes fluttered shut as he stayed resting against Bim’s shoulder. Bim rubbed his back lightly, grinning.

‘You good?’

Yancy giggled lightly, nodding as he took a few deep breaths.

‘Y-Yeheah…’

‘You’re not mad at me are you?’

Yancy snorted, shaking his head as he grinned bashfully and gave him a tired nudge.

‘Nah… I uh… I actually do feel pretty good. Been hard to find time to chill out recently, y’know…’

Bim smiled at him with understanding. Yancy had been busy, working so so hard, putting pressure on himself. It was why he’d come up with this tickly relaxation scheme in the first place, just to give him a chance to let it all go for a bit. He squeezed Yancy’s shoulder softly.

‘I know, what’s why I knew I had to bring you.’

Yancy felt warmth in his chest at the gesture, then narrowed his eyes and laughed at how smug Bim’s grin was. He poked him in the ribs as he grumbled.

‘Sneaky asshole.’

Bim chuckled, and reclined back in his seat with a wink, picking up his champagne once more.

‘Love you too jailbird. So, are you ready for a little more?’

Yancy giggled softly, and nodded bashfully as the technicians returned. When the massaging resumed, Yancy didn’t hold back his delighted giggles this time, and felt the relaxation and comfort swell through him like a warm wave. Sometimes you don’t know you need something until someone else shows you that you need it, and though it’s sometimes hard to think so, everyone deserves the relaxation and laughter the world has to offer.

WOOO I KNOW THIS ONE IS LONG-AWAITED SO I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT, LEMME KNOW IF YA DO! LOVE YOUS!!

#markiplier #markiplier egos #bim trimmer #bim #yancy #platonic #prompt #sfw #tword fanfic #tword fic #ego fic #ego fanfic #tword #twords #twording #twordish #luv these lads

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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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septic-dr-schneep · 1 year

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“What hopes do you think you have?” Dark’s disdain grated on Yancy’s ears as he struggled to rise. The tendrils of shadow eased momentarily to give him false confidence before recoiling, slamming him back to the cement. His vision went white, his cheekbone buckled and wet heat burst from his nose with a crack.

“They’re c-comin’ back for me. They swears, they promised.”

“Promises are to be broken like a common man’s bones.”

Narrowed eyes glittering, Yancy forced a crooked, bloodstained smile. “Yeah…? S-So when I get outta this hold, which of you’se bones d’you want me to break first?”

#markiplier #darkiplier #yancy #op fic #ficlet #drabble #whump #defiance #don't mind me dropping this out of nowhere #no context #enjoy #household politics

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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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holdhoiyghost · 2 years

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"Yeah, and one more thing. I uh..." The man across the glass looks a little sheepish, a lot happy. "I applied for parole."

A pressure builds in the corners of your eyes immediately as you put your hand on the glass separating you two. "Yanc..."

You watch the corners of his eyes crinkle as his hand comes up to meet yours - so close, yet still too far. "I thought about what youse was sayin' when we, uh -" he clears his throat and glances behind him, "when you wrote me that last letter."

You knew what he was talking about, despite having never written any letters. Better to say that instead of 'when I got you out of prison,' yeah? Your eyes move to his hand after he finished with his over-dramatic gesture, ever the theatric.

"And I thought to myself, 'Hey, why not?' You know?" His eyes show nothing but love as he presses his hand against the glass once more.

"Yeah, I... I know." You can feel your chest tighten just a bit as you bring your hand back for just a second to wipe your eyes.

"Aw, hey, don't - don't youse go cryin' now. Youse's gonna make me cry, too." The brunet's eyes start to tear up as he says it, voice thickening as he speaks.

You close your eyes as you smile at him. "Sorry, Yanc, I'm just really happy. I'm proud of you - you've had to do a lot for this, right?"

Your hand finds his on the glass once more, unable to help the way your heart feels a little lighter at hearing all the ways he's tried to improve himself. Tried to improve successfully, at least. Not stabbing anyone was definitely a feat, if the way his tone and actions weren't enough of an indicator.

"Oh, and we've been workin' on this new song, just in case you showed up! Oh, you're gonna love it. Hang on."

Yancy goes to put the phone back on its holder and you quickly tap the glass to get his attention back on you. "Leave it off so I can hear it, Yanc."

"Oh, right. Always forget about that, heh." His voice is a little sheepish as he lays it down on the table before bringing his fingers to his lips to whistle. He grabs a bat from the cubicle and points to the guard before grabbing the chair and moving to the opposite side of the visitation room. The lights change a bit and you feel your eyes start to water once more, propping your chin in your hand and staring at Yancy - center stage, as always.

Hopefully he'll be granted parole. It'll be hard for him, having spent most of his life in prison - but maybe... maybe he'll learn to like life outside of it again. You'll be there for him, of course.

#i liked the line from space but i just. i hated leaving him #let me have this okay #line from iswm but not iswm canon. sort of.#its divergent idk how to tag this #this is mostly for myself ngl but i post for sharing #yancy #yancy ahwm #fic #yancy x reader #yancy/reader #reader insert #still tagging as space spoilers tho so pls dont kill me #iswm spoilers #iswm 2 spoilers #null writes #markiplier egos

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weirdlyhornyforegos · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 15 - facesitting & sex toys

MINORS DNI!!!! Day 15 of Kinktober is: facesitting & sex toys - Yancy x afab reader. Was this supposed to be shorter? Yup. Did I get a bit carried away? Also yup. Anyways, enjoy some pure smut!

Also posted on AO3 Kinktober masterlist is here

Wordcount: 1k+

Tags/warnings: facesitting, oral, Yancy gets called good boy/baby boy, vibrator, some dom/sub dynamics

You barely have your clothes off before Yancy drags you down onto the bed with him, though he grabs and tugs on your thighs as you straddle his lap, his still sweatpants covered bulge brushing against your ass.

“Please, baby, higher, higher.”

“What?”

“My face baby, my face.” You grin, putting your hands over Yancy’s as he keeps urging you forward.

“So eager, just wanna be a good boy and eat me out?” He nods, and grins when you start to move.

“Always want your pussy on my face, youse never have to ask that.” You huff out a laugh as you stop with your legs on either side of his face, hovering just out of reach.

“Good- AH!” Strong arms had curled around your thighs, and dragged you downwards. Whatever you were about to say gets lost in a moan as his tongue starts to lap at your pussy.

“Fuck, and here I, ah, thought you were going to be good, but I- shit! See your eagerness overwhelmed you, mmhhhhmm, you’ll pay for this later baby boy.” Yancy just hums, the bastard, the vibrations causing arousal to zap through you as you tilt forward with a moan.

You get a hand in his hair, tugging as you grind yourself down in his mouth and tongue, and the moan Yancy lets out feels incredible against your pussy.

He licks over you like a man starved, chasing your taste with every stroke of his tongue as he holds you in place with strong arms wrapped around you. Every so often his tongue dips inside of you, but it seems he prefers to lick over your folds, gathering up the wetness he can find there. You like it too, makes it so easy to grind against his tongue and face.

Arousal pools low in your stomach as you use his face to get off, and you would be worried about suffocating Yancy if it wasn’t for the fact he pulls you down every time you try to lift yourself up a little to give him some air.

So, you just settle in for the ride, letting him push you closer and closer to your orgasm with every lick of his tongue and every move of his mouth.

One of Yancy’s arms moves from being curled around your thigh to move against your front, so rough fingers can rub over your clit. You moan loudly, since even though his hand is a little uncoordinated with how much of his attention is on licking your pussy, it feels fucking amazing. You’re so close, so fucking close, so you reach down to press your hand against his, giving yourself just the perfect amount of pressure on your clit.

“Yancy, fuck, honey, I’m gonna, FUCK!” That is all the warning Yancy gets before you cum, thighs shaking and clamping around his head. You feel him groan loud against you, and licks you through your orgasm.

You have to actually push at him and give a few solid tugs on his hair when you start to get into over sensitive territory to get him to stop and let go of your thighs.

You get off him, more or less just falling over to the side as you giggle. A few minutes of silence follows while you catch your breath, and Yancy shifts so he’s on his side, a hand stroking over your inner thigh.

“Fuck Yancy, that was... Fuck.”

“Good?” He grins, looking smug though he tries to hide it. Adorable.

“More than good. Don’t think I forgot that baby.” He leans down, planting a light kiss on your thigh, making you shiver at the gentle gesture.

“Can’t blame a guy when he’s got a feast right in front, or rather above him, can youse?” You huff and lightly swat at him, moving up and off the bed. His eyes follow you as you walk over to your dresser, opening the drawer where you keep the sex toys. You know what you want, so you’re quick to fish out the magic wand, closing the drawer and turning back to Yancy on the bed. He looks a little less smug now.

“Fuck baby, youse going big tonight?”

“Mhm, someone wasn’t a good baby boy for me, and started before I said so.” You kneel on the bed next to him, stopping his hands that have started to tug at his clothes.

“No.”

“No?” He tilts his head, blinking as a lock of no longer slicked back hair falls in front of his face.

“You only get to feel it over your clothes tonight.” Yancy groans, but doesn’t protest otherwise. You turn the vibrator on, wasting no time, and press it directly on his cock. Yancy startles, but moans loudly, thrusting up against the toy. You grin, pushing his hip down with the hand not holding the toy. Then you move your hand up higher, brushing against his nipples since you know they are sensitive even through his t-shirt.

Yancy keeps making the most wonderful noises and moans, which turns you on again, making you watch with even more rapt attention as he turns to putty underneath your hand and the vibrator.

Looking down on his crotch, you can see a wet-spot starting to form on the front of his sweatpants.

“It’s not gonna take much, is it?”

“Fuck, no, not with the way youse was grindin’ on my face earlier.”

“You’re not going to cum without permission, are you?”

“Fuck no baby, I’m not, shit!” Yancy licks his lips, eyes squeezing shut and head thrown back. “Please, please let me cum!” You hum, and he whines, moving against the vibrator. You let him, admiring how good his throat looks as he keeps letting out little moans and pleas.

Leaning down, you kiss over his throat, biting down gently once to create a mark on his throat. You move up to his ear, giving a low moan right next to it.

“Cum for me baby boy.” That is all it takes, as seconds later Yancy cums with a shout of your name, hands gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white. He fucking keens, pressing himself up against the vibrator for one more moment before letting himself fall down.

You move the vibrator away, turning it off and putting it on your nightstand.

This time when you lean down, it’s to place a kiss on Yancy’s forehead, and he hums underneath you.

“Such a pretty boy.”

#yancy #yancy x reader #yancy ahwm #yancy ahwm x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #yancy fic #yancy fanfiction #yancy smut #smut #lemon #my writing #afab reader

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buc-eebarnes · 1 year

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WIP WEDNESDAY - PART 1

This one is a snippet from a Yancy x ISWM fic I've been working on since June. I do wanna finish it at some point, but the brainrot hadn't been active til now.

“So where did you say these prisoners came from?” You ask Mark as the two of you make your way to the docking bay, ready to receive a small group of inmates meant to pay off their community service hours. Apparently, Mark had gotten a call the night before regarding a shipment of people (and isn’t that unsettling, you think bitterly) who had been approved to work allotted service hours before the ship departed for voyage.

Mark checks his datapad. “Uh, Happy Trails Penitentiary. When I was on the phone with the Warden, he seemed really intense. And I mean—” he gets close to your face, eyes wide for comedic effect, “—really intense. It’s like he’s always paranoid or something.”

“Hmm.” You rack your brain for the name. “Happy Trails.” It sounded incredibly familiar. Where had you heard that before…?

The elevator dings, and you both step out onto the docking bay, still no shuttle in sight. The Marmota should be the one bringing the inmates in.

“What else did this, uh, Warden say?”

He shrugs. “I think the Warden mentioned that they were convicted felons. He didn’t really send any files or a briefing on how to handle these people for a few weeks. Hey, maybe they’re mild-mannered.

His eyes light up, gently elbowing you on the side. “Oh yeah, I found the best spot to watch the lunar eclipse in a few days. I can bring the ship around orbit if needed.”

You beam at him gratefully. Ever since you were little, you loved watching eclipses, and this upcoming one was no different. You’d confessed this bit of yourself to Mark one time when you were training for the Space Academy, in the dark of the night when you roomed together, him on the top bunk and you on the bottom.

The computer comes over the intercom. “Shuttle Marmota incoming. Please clear the docking bay for landing.”

You and Mark position yourselves right before the area marked as a protective border. “Moment of truth, huh?” he whispers out of the corner of his mouth as the shuttle comes into view. You let out a chuckle.

The shuttle docks, albeit a little imperfectly (Carlos narrowly escaped injury this time around), and you hold your breath in anticipation for what was to come. You don’t know who would be on the other side of the doors, but you hold true in your heart that you would treat the prisoners right, whoever they were.

First is the steam. The exterior doors always let out steam—you should probably talk to someone in maintenance about that. It’s hard to tell how the prisoners are all lined up, and you and Mark wave the smoke away as best as you can.

Second is the distinct silhouette of about six or so people. There weren’t too many of them for you to handle, which is great. Maybe this amount would be manageable.

Lastly, as the smoke clears away, is the incredibly familiar face of a friend who you hadn’t seen in years. At first, he doesn’t notice you, too busy waving away the smoke with a pinched expression, but you’d know those tattoos anywhere.

You feel your heart flutter in a way it hasn’t for a while. He coughs and coughs but soon enough, he looks up, and you think you might have the same slack-jawed expression that he does. The corners of his lips tilt up in surprise, and you can’t keep the elated grin off your face.

“Well,” he clears his throat, and your heartbeat staccatos. “Fancy seeing youse here, doll.”

“Yancy?”

He smiles toothily, stomping down the ramp to pick you up and swing you around. You let out a startled noise, clutching him tightly. It’s been years, fuck—it’s been years—

You don’t realize you’re crying until he sets you down and starts fretting over you.

“No, no, none of dat,” he soothes, wiping the tears away. “No need to cry over me!”

“Oh my god,” you sniffle unattractively, “are you real?”

“Real as can be.”

Other voices call out your name, and you peek around Yancy’s broad shoulders (you’ve nearly forgotten how he looked up close), fingers twitching in place, and the rest of Yancy’s crew step off the shuttle ramp, swarming around you with happy grins and open arms. You return each and every one of their hugs, even ruffling the hair on Heapass’s head.

“You guys,” you nearly start crying again, “I can’t believe you’re here. What—how did the Warden allow this?”

Tiny shrugs. “Yancy started singing about space. One thing led to another, and the Warden had us shipped off here.”

“It’s true,” Yancy squeezes your middle. “Maybe we can do it again for youse. An encore!”

“I think I’d like that,” you say, memorizing each and every one of their faces. It’s been so long.

Someone clears their throat, and your head whips around to see Mark with an impassive expression on his face. Something about it makes you freeze, and you see how his eyes, as well as the crew’s, are trained on you and Yancy.

“Captain,” he says stiffly. “Would you like to introduce us?”

He’s being odd. You stare, confused.

“Sure,” replying tentatively, you slide your hands off of Yancy’s shoulders. Mark’s eyes catch the movement. “Mark, this is Heapass, Tiny... I met them during a brief stint in prison.” You gesture to the others around you.

Mark’s eyebrows shot up. “You were in prison?”

You shug. “For like. Two hours. Unfounded reasons. And this is Yancy,” you pat said person’s chest. “He helped me get out.”

“Of…prison?”

You nod earnestly. “It’s insane. He actually knew the way out—it was a wild fuckin’ ride.”

“Huh,” he replies, and doesn’t offer anything more than that. You wonder about his odd behavior again, but instead of dwelling on it too much at the moment, you shrug it off.

“Guys,” you say to the group at large. “Welcome to the Invincible. This is my Head Engineer, Mark. He’s the life and soul of this ship. He built it!” You step towards him and face the group again, clasping his shoulder. “If it weren’t for him, I don’t think I’d be able to do half the things I’d dream of doing. He’s the best I could ask for.” You beam at him, trying to get him to be his goofy self again. You think you see a crack of it in his facade. Maybe he’s just like this when new people are around?

No, that doesn’t make sense. You’ve seen him interact with new people before.

“Nice,” Yancy says, smiling politely. Mark, still impassive, jerks a thanks, then turns to you, not meeting your eyes.

“Would you mind doing the tour yourself, Captain? Something came up, and I gotta go check it out.”

You haven’t even finished saying, “Oh, okay—” before he walks away, your hand falling limply to your side. His cold demeanor bothers you. You haven’t seen that surface since the warp core.

Swallowing a lump, you turn to the group with a strained smile, clapping your hands.

“So! Who’s ready to see the rest of this spaceship?”

yancy 🥰🥰🥰

#juls rambles #my fic #ahwm yancy #head engineer mark x the captain #wip wednesday #mpcu

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rotteneldritchhorror · 7 months

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I hate that I’m even the littlest but attracted to professor grubs

Fucking Yancy you motherfucker

#am I gonna write a fic about him?#…#fuuuucccckkkk #I don’t wanna have to write a fucking x reader about FUCKING YANCY MOTHERFUCKIBG GRUBS #I’m saying this like I don’t have a choice lol #fuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkjj #smosh #Yancy Grubs #motherfucker #🪲#smoshblr

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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

#markiplier #markiplier egos #yancy #illinois #sfw #platonic #prompt #ego fic #ego fanfic #tword fic #tword fanfic #tword #twords #twording #twordish #love these bois

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asktheoutside · 1 year

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surprise preview!

just wanted to give you guys a sneak peek at both new interactions you'll be seeing, and an improved writing style, for the Outside rewrite. do note that this is Draft 1, so this snippet will likely go through changes with each edit, but....

Enjoy!

Jackie couldn’t help the way his foot bounced as he sat with his hands clasped in front of his mouth.

The place Yancy shared with Illinois and Magnum was nice. Clean. Right outside Claremont’s city limits to be away from humans. But it didn’t help his anxiety any.

He’d heard from Bing—not Chase—that they were all okay and in London. He’d gotten a snippy text from Henrik that he’d left and just needed time alone. Dark and the Googles were nowhere to be seen. And Jacques was off on their own, and Jackie knew that artist couldn’t fend for themself.

All that, in a new world, with a species they’d never physically interacted with, with laws that they could so easily break if they decided to act like Figments, and not humans.

The superhero groaned and rubbed his hands over his face.

It was… A lot.

He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and glancing back revealed Yancy’s brows arched in concern.

“Y’know you’s can talk if needed, yeah?”

“I’m just…worried. Stressed,” he admitted.

He’d noticed more grays at his temples from the stress of fading, and now this? Dammit, he’d have a full head of gray hair in no time if this shit kept up.

Yancy easily hopped over the back of the couch to land next to Jackie, looping an arm around the hero’s shoulders. “We’re here for the lot’a ya! Any of you’s need help—” he jabbed a thumb at his own chest, “ask me or Illy. Even Maggie, dependin’ what it is. Got it?”

Jackie was only given a moment to chew his lip before Yancy had him in a headlock to ruffle his neatly-styled hair into a complete mess. “Okay, okay! I got it!” he laughed, feigning a struggle to pull away (they both knew Jackie was more than capable, and he could have thrown Yancy through the nearest wall if he’d wanted to, but what’s the fun in that?).

He heard the clicking of dress shoes just moments before the chuckling of the man it belonged to.

“Roughhousing already?” Marvin asked. His mask was looped around his neck to give clear view of his eyes creased with laughter, and his aura almost seemed to mimic it where it reached out to the air around him. His cane was gripped lazily under his arm as he let his aura do the work to feel what was around him, and he sat heavily on the cushion at Jackie’s other side.

#the outside #writing wip #jackieboy man #yancy ahwm #marvin the magnificent #outside sneak peek #it's slow work but i'm having a lot of fun rewriting this fic #i missed it so so much #the new interactions and plots are Very Fun 👀

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littleoddwriter · 2 years

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Yancy teaching reader how to dance hc 🥺 he just has that typical 50s playboy look yk? I keep thinking about him finally making parole, coming to live with the reader and them dancing together to a good vinyl after dinner.

Yancy x GenderNeutral!Reader | Headcanons

Hi there! Awww, yes, thanks so much for the request! I hope you enjoy these. :')

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Dancing; Fluff.

When Yancy makes parole, thanks to you convincing him to try it anyway, he immediately comes to live with you. He doesn't have any money to rent his own place and besides, you offered it to him once parole was on the table for him.

The first week or so is awkward. He doesn't know how to do this whole normal civilian life after so many years spent in prison, but he trusts you to help him with that (and you do).

Eventually, he gets into the rhythm of things and does work on finding a job to help with payments. He also learns how to cook properly. He tries to integrate himself into society to the best of his abilities. It's hard, but he's willing to do the work. For you.

One evening, he cooks dinner for you both and makes it really romantic. A rose in a small vase on the table, such as a candle beside it. He even uses the fancy plates and cutlery that you usually use for special guests.

You come home to him when he's just about finished preparing dinner. Music plays softly on vinyl. A mix of classics from the 1950s. He loves that kind of music. It's comforting.

It keeps playing while you are eating. You compliment him on his cooking skills and thank him for being so wonderful to you. It makes his face grow hot.

Once you're done taking the dishes back into the kitchen for cleaning up later on, Yancy follows you there, dancing on his way. He can't help himself.

You're in awe of him and ask if he could teach you how to dance because you don't really know how to. He's pretty scandalised to find that you cannot dance and so he takes your hand, leads you into the living room, where the vinyl is playing, and starts dancing.

You stand there, frozen, at first. He animates you to join in and simply have fun as you copy what he does. He's laughing when you do, but he's not laughing at you. No, he's just so happy that he has to laugh, which in turn makes you giggle in delight as well.

In the end, it's not so hard after all. It's all about having fun with your love and feeling free and comfortable, uncaring about anything else. He teaches you a lot that night.

#mini fic disguised as hc's hjdshfkjh #i actually have no idea how to dance so jfdshjkshkl uhhh not much dancing or description of that sorryyy #gender neutral reader #yancy the prisoner #ahwm yancy #yancy x reader #yancy x y/n #markiplier #headcanon

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years

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My Handsome Guy

Trans!Yancy x transmasc!reader

Another period fic??? In this economy????? Yes.

Also, this is not the one with a subtle dr who reference so don't strain yourself by looking for something that doesn't exist <3

Warnings: dysphoria (not explicit), Yancy being a lovable himbo, period stuff, uhhh Yancy calls you "doll" but in a gender neutral way

Word Count: 764

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Yancy stared at the wall of feminine products before him. It's been years since the jailbird, now on parole, had ever had to look at, let alone think about, period stuff.

An older lady down the aisle gave him a strange look. He gave her a rough glare, crossed his arms, and leaned in closer to read the labels.

What was it you said to grab again? It was a specific brand, he knew that… Sheesh, these were expensive. Was it pads or panty liners you wanted? Or, maybe tampons? The colorful boxes, covered with flowers and “girly” things, made him nauseous. Boys got periods too, ya know?

Oh, right!

Yancy reached into his pocket and pulled out a little rectangular device. He wasn't really used to it yet, but he knew how to get to messages, at least. You sent him a picture of what you wanted, right?

The empty package in the photo matched up perfectly with a full box on the shelf. He grabbed it, puffing his chest out and smiling perhaps a little too big at the achievement, and threw it into his shopping cart.

What next? Well, candy was always a good idea for periods. He picked out a few bags from the candy aisle, making sure to grab your favorites. And then, uhhh, oh! Ice cream! He grabbed a couple containers of those, too.

Satisfied with his selection of goods, he made his way to the self-checkout. You showed him how this worked, thinking (correctly) that he may prefer it over dealing with a cashier. He scanned everything, put it in a paper bag, and paid.

He felt bad when he saw the total. He hadn't been able to land a job, since not many places wanted to hire a former inmate that killed his parents. He reminded himself to find a way to pay you back, and left the store with his bag of goodies.

“Doll? Where’s youse at?”

“In here, Yance!”

He followed the call to the bathroom door. He winced, remembering his tween days of being holed up in the bathroom, crumpled over the toilet, feeling like everything was wrong with him. Thank god for period blocking shots.

“I got youse product.” He cracked the door open slightly, dug through the paper bag, and set the box of necessities on the counter before shutting the door again. He could hear you already tearing it open. “I also got youse some sweets and treats,” he said, his crooked smile coming through his voice. “I’ll be in the kitchen, jus’ take all da time you need, doll.”

“Thanks, Yance.” He didn’t need to see you to know you were smiling, relieved to have someone supporting you like this. A bit of pride swelled in his chest knowing he was the one supporting you, making you feel better.

When you came out, Yancy was standing in the kitchen, looking like a child who just made a macaroni necklace for their parent. On the counter in front of him were bags of candy, all laid out in a nice row. They were even separated between chocolate and fruit flavors. And when he nodded toward the living room, you could see that he set up the couch with tons of soft pillows and blankets, and turned the TV over to your favorite show.

“Yancy!” you awed. Your eyes were filled with love (and maybe a few tears) as you turned to look back at him. “You did all of this for me?”

“Of course I did!” He rounded the counter and wrapped you up in his arms, giving you a warm squeeze before he pulled back to see your face. “Anythin’ to make my handsome guy feel better.” He smiled as he saw the gender euphoria light up your face.

Yancy was trans, and while it wasn’t really a well known fact (even amongst his prison family), he knew what it was like to be in your shoes. He understood just how shitty a period could be after a long time of “passing” and feeling good about yourself. He was happy he could be here to help with the dysphoria a period brought with it.

“Oh, and I got ice cream!” He let you go and rounded the counter again. He opened the freezer and presented the two containers of chilled dessert inside like it was a magic trick. You half expected him to say, ‘Ta da!’ “I gots, uhh, rocky road for me, and I got youse’s favorite, too. So, what’d’ya say to some’a dis and some cuddles, doll?”

#fanfic #fanfiction #markiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier egos x reader #yancy #yancy x reader #ahwm yancy #trans reader #x trans reader #transmasc reader #x transmasc reader #afab reader #period fic #ahwm #a heist with markiplier

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