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iamfruitie · 5 months

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Kinktober 2022 Day 25

Day 25: Foursome

“Comfortable?” Illinois asked as a whisper into Yancy’s ear.

“Y-Yeah,” Yancy answered after swallowing.

“Good~” There was practically a purr in his voice.

Illinois was kneeling on his bed with three other men. Yancy, Phantom, and Jackie. All of them without clothing, hard and covered in bitemarks and hickies. Illinois had Phantom and Jackie waiting and watching as he had Yancy press his back to his chest, holding his hips to prevent him from rocking back on his cock. Now, it was time to tell the other two what to do.

Illinois was thriving on being the one in charge of all of them.

“Come here, Phantom.” Illinois beckoned with a finger. Phantom was known for being a brat, for sassing and not following instructions, but it seems Illinois had proven enough that he should be a good boy to get what he wants and was crawling over with no protest or comment. “Good boy, get nice and comfy against us.” Illinois reached around and placed his hands on Phantom's waist, guiding him to press his and Yancy’s chests together. “Phantom, dove, adjust your legs and arch your back. Let Jackie see exactly where he's wanted.”

“Yes, sir~” Phantom giggled, sticking his ass out and giving it a playful wiggle.

“Go on, Jackie. You’ve already gotten him nice and open. Get a little more lube and give him what he needs. Yancy’s getting a little impatient.” Illinois took a firm hold on Yancy’s hips, preventing him from being able to move since he had tried while Phantom was getting adjusted.

“Only a little.” Yancy leaned back against Illinois.

“Jackie~” Phantom sang and wiggled more. He softly laughed at Jackie scrambling for the lube.

“That gave him the kick he needed.” Illinois hummed with a smile. Jackie covered himself with the lube, crawled over, and joined the other three.

“Are you ready?” Jackie asked Phantom as he pressed his chest to his back.

“Very~” Phantom kissed Jackie’s cheek, grinding himself against him. “I want to feel you inside of me, Jackie-bear.”

“I can do that.” Jackie kissed the base of Phantom’s neck as he pushed in.

“Just like that~” Phantom nearly purred.

“Let’s get the real fun started, shall we?” Illinois asked.

“Please,” Yancy said before softly moaning as Illinois slowly began to thrust. “Finally~” He sighed and rested his forehead on Phantom’s shoulder.

“Follow my lead, Jackie,” Illinois said.

“O-Okay.” Jackie licked his lips and moved his hips as well, matching them to how Illinois was. Phantom also softly moaned, hands wrapping around Yancy as he leaned against him.

“There you go, get a good hold of each other while we have you.” Illinois gently nipped Yancy’s shoulder. “We’re here to touch and feel and enjoy~” He dug his fingers into Yancy’s hips and started thrusting harder, earning another lovely moan.

“Yanc~” Phantom giggled, guiding Jackie’s hand for a better hold on him while he used the other to turn Yancy’s head and catch him in a kiss. He took a second for Yancy to catch his breath before deepening it, scraping his teeth against the other’s lips and rolling his tongue.

“Holy shit.” Jackie breathed out at the sight and, using that hold Phantom showed him, started fucking him faster, causing the kiss to break as Phantom moaned out loudly.

“Oh, fuck~!”

“Now we’re having fun.” Illinois chuckled deeply and went faster as well.

“I-Illy~” Yancy panted out as he and Phantom just clung to each other desperately, pressing their bodies even closer together to the point that their cocks rubbed against each other and got more noise out of them. Phantom held Yancy’s hips with Illinois, making it so it’d be even easier for them to grind. “Shit, shit, shit~” Yancy said between each little gasp of air. It all felt so good. “Shit~!” He cursed once more, cumming and digging his nails into Phantom’s sides. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Yancy added, knowing Illinois would if he didn’t tell him not to. It was sweet that Illinois didn’t want to overwhelm him, but he wanted that almost painful overstimulation, and he got it.

“Anything for you, treasure.” Illinois decided he wanted Jackie to show off his strength. He took a hand off Yancy’s hip and grabbed Jackie's chin, tilting it so he was looking at him. “Jackie, I know you’re holding back.” His voice dropped, tone sounding smoother than honey, and he saw how Jackie’s eyes widened. “I want you to give it to Phantom. You know he can take it. Can you be a good boy~?” Illinois nearly purred and knew the phrase would get to Jackie.

“I-I can.” Jackie stammered out.

“Then fuck him.” Illinois grinned and let Jackie go, wondering if he did have magic with how Jackie seemed to be under a spell as he obeyed.

“Holy fuck, Jackie~!” Phantom cried out, eyes rolling back, and was singing his moans. Jackie’s grip was bruising, and he was cursing under his breath into Phantom’s ear. “Oh, God~! Jackie, Jackie~!”

“Like a songbird.” Illinois chuckled and had to brace himself so he didn’t fall back. Jackie really did have a lot of strength, and it was nice he found someone who could let him go all out without fear. It was also fun the way Jackie’s thrusts into Phantom caused Yancy to move and made him fuck himself back on his own cock. Jackie was doing all of the work and was loving it.

“I-” Phantom couldn’t get anything else out beyond that before he was moaning loud enough for his voice to crack, cumming and adding to the mess between himself and Yancy.

Yancy was whimpering at this point, and Phantom’s mouth couldn’t close as he got to ride out his high as well. It wasn’t too long before Jackie was grunting and cumming, getting Phantom’s breath to hitch at the feeling. Illinois had closed his eyes and let himself get lost in his own pleasure and soon was the final one to cum.

“Damn.” Illinois hummed and wrapped his arms around Yancy’s chest to keep him up as he slowly pulled out. Jackie held Phantom, nuzzling his nose into his neck and keeping him close. “Come on, big boy, they need cleaned up.” Illinois chuckled and patted Jackie’s shoulder. He crawled out of the bed, ignoring Yancy’s muttered ‘protest’ at getting carried.

Jackie kissed Phantom’s neck a few times before following suit. Phantom had no protest about being carried and happily wrapped his arms around Jackie’s neck and kissed his cheek a few times, ready to join Illinois and Yancy in the bathroom for some extra pampering.

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Tags: @dungeon-dragons-dragons

#kinktober 2022 #phantomhero #yanois #nsft #fruitie writes

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bookwormscififan · 1 month

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Falling Into the Bite, Chapter 14

Read on AO3!

Previous part

A/N: Take a confession in this penultimate chapter.

Illinois sat at the dresser, watching Yancy pick at his soup. The prisoner sighed, stirring the soup while he stared into the bowl, lost in his own thoughts. Illinois stared into his own empty bowl, then took a deep breath and stood up, setting the bowl aside.

“Yancy,” he began, waiting for Yancy to turn his attention to him. “I’d like to speak to you, get something off my chest.” When Yancy nodded, he sat closer to him, biting his lip before motioning to the soup. “How’s your soup?”

“It’s alright, I’m just not that hungry,” Yancy replied, putting the bowl on the table in front of him. “That’s not what youse want to ask me, though.” Illinois sighed, cracking his knuckles before facing Yancy completely, making eye contact.

“You asked me why I stopped you from jumping off that balcony weeks ago,” he began, opening his hands, palms up, over his knees. “Why I took you with me to this castle. I wanted to kill Murdock for hurting you, for getting his hands on you. The second I found out those weren’t dreams you were having, I wanted to cut Murdock’s head off. Because—”

He stopped, breathing heavily as he stared at Yancy’s confused face. His heartbeat raced in his chest, the sound of blood whooshing in his ears. His hands were clammy, muscles tense, and he was fighting every instinct in him screaming for him to use actions instead of words.

“Because…?” Yancy prompted, leaning forward, eyes wide and head tilted to the side as he tried to figure out what Illinois was trying to say.

“There’s a certain… appeal to a musical, murderous, convicted man,” Illinois stated, steadying his breaths as his thoughts raced. “Someone who’d agree to go to a potentially haunted castle in search of a random murder who went missing. I thought I was going crazy, working so hard to keep you safe and sane. Then it dawned on me, and I couldn’t ignore it anymore.”

This is it, his mind screamed, head going light from nerves. Tell him, risk losing him forever, or live with the pain of him never knowing.

“I’m in love with you, Yancy.”

There was a tense silence, Illinois’ nerves knotting the longer the seconds dragged on. Yancy stared at the adventurer, eyes wide and cheeks red, before he blinked and shook his head, biting his lip as he figured out what to say.

“I understand and acknowledge your feelings,” he began, seeming almost to be forcing the words out past the squeezing in his chest. “I just can’t return them yet. After everything that’s happened, I just need time.”

“I know,” Illinois replied, reaching out to hold one of Yancy’s hands in both of his. “I don’t mind. I’ll wait as long as it takes.” Yancy froze, looking into Illinois’ eyes for a sign of deception, but found none.

“Even if it’s not in our lifetime?”

“As long as it takes. I swear.” Tearfully, Illinois returned Yancy’s smile, giving a reassuring nod.

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#writing #fanfiction #markiplier fanfiction #vampire au #yanois #yancy x illinois

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cate-geo · 2 years

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Mark: *making a big fuss and whining and falling onto the ground* Illinois: Come on then, we have to continue on Mark: *more whining* Yancy: I's gots him *grabs his wrists and starts dragging him* YN: Yancy you really don't have to indulge his tantrum, he can walk Yancy: nah it's alright, it's not the first body I's dragged, I'm strong enough for its YN: Alright if you really want to *beat* YN: WAIT

#the actor and Yancy's dynamic fascinate me SO MUCH #actor mark #yancy #illinois #yn #ahwm #wkm #yancy the prisoner #illinois the adventurer #the actor #the da #antcy #yanois #mark x yn

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wilfywarfy · 2 years

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@ Yanois Shippers:

Dont think about Illinois catching feelings for Yancy, but feeling absolutely terrified. He doesn't want to lose anyone, let alone Yancy, who's he's come to consider a best friend.

Don’t imagine Yancy catching feelings for Illinois, but not acting on them because he's a bad person. Illinois is a hero. How could Illy ever love anyone like him?

Don’t picture the two of them pinning for each other. Casual banter, flirts that go nowhere, doing small acts of service that make the other feel just a tad more comfortable.

And then they never act on their feelings, because they know that they’re bad news. They can only hurt the other.

Yeah, don’t you dare.

#markiplier #mark fischbach #markiplier egos #yancy #Yancy ahwm #Illinois #illinois ahwm #Yancy x Illinois #yanois

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shineon3 · 1 year

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So it's been a while since I've written anything, and this week I've been hit with inspiration thanks to a good friend of mine soooo...

Here it is! I hope you enjoy it, and feel free to check my other works as well.

#yanois #yancy x illinois #ahwm yancy #ahwm illinois #god i don't know how to tag here either ahhhhh #im sooooo rusty oh god

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gottawriteanegoortwo · 2 years

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Yanois: Third Time’s The Charm

It’s only taken me a year to figure out how to conclude this. You will definitely need a refresher on this story!

Part one: First Impressions Aren’t Always the Best

Part two: Second Impressions Can Bring Misfortune

Alternatively, it’s all on AO3!

Word Count: 2,811

Yancy had put his name down for Illinois' history course without thinking. It wasn't what he had planned on doing. But now, after three sessions with the class Tiny was in, he was actually enjoying himself.

The overall course was a modified version of a high school module. Yancy remembered history classes from when he was in school. They were boring, soul-sucking slots in the day that didn't care whether or not you actually understood what was going on. Even Illinois' own talk had that similar air of pretence to it. But this was different. The inmates were treated like people, and time was taken to address questions or uncertainties. On his first day, Yancy realised that the group of seven weren't rowdy, but they seemed to like hearing Illinois talk about history.

It sounded easy. From what Yancy had seen of Illinois before, the adventurer loved to hear himself talk. All they would have to do was ask him a question and off he would ramble, presumably with little regard for anything else.

But he was wrong. When teaching, Illinois was focused. His priority was helping the students and encouraging learning. If someone tried to do what Yancy had assumed, Illinois would answer the question efficiently. No cocky smirks, nor any sort of air of grandeur. Illinois really was just like anyone else that volunteered in the prison. But when someone asked him about the meaning of a name, Yancy was surprised that the long-winded answer was one from a man who adored his job and the fortune of being able to share it with others.

It only proved the impossible: the side of Illinois that openly apologised for his mistake wasn't an act. In fact, his classmates confirmed as much. One quietly admitted that they preferred this side of Illinois, as they felt he didn't need to put on an act to charm and impress everyone. They were all here because they wanted to learn about history.

At the end of class, Yancy hung back and approached Illinois. "Hey, uh… Y'know that task youse asked me to do since the others is finishing they's projects? I, uh, dunno where to look for myths."

Illinois' face brightened with a grin that was unlike the one he wore when impressing others - one that subconsciously made Yancy give a small smile of his own. "I'm glad you asked me, actually. I have a list of websites that would be -" He paused, realising that wasn't what Yancy was implying. Lightly folding his arms, he sighed. "This is a bit of a pickle. You aren't comfortable with computers, and the reading I've recommended isn't something you are able to follow independently… Leave it with me. I'll come up with a solution before the next class. In the meantime, work on that article I gave you, alright?"

"Yeah. Will do. Thanks."

As Yancy stepped out of the room, he was greeted by Tiny. She had a knowing smirk as she nudged into him as they walked away from the room.

"He's got a crush on you."

Yancy gawked at her like she had two heads. "What?"

"Illinois. He's totally got a crush on you."

"You sounds so stupid right now."

"Do I? He gives you those lovey-dovey eyes when you're not looking." She placed both her hands along her jawline and dramatically batted her eyelids to emphasise this. "He's about two steps away from cartoony hearts flying around his head."

"Knock it off, Tiny -"

"And that's not even the best part! You like him too."

"What?!" Yancy's exclamation made Tiny cover her ears and giggle mischievously. When he continued, it was in a hushed whisper, "There is no way I's got some sorta feelings for him."

"Have you ever had a crush on anyone?"

"No."

"Then how would you know, genius?" She threw finger guns his way as she backed into the laundry. "See you later."

Yancy flipped her the bird and stormed off to the kitchen.

"Hey, Hank? How did you know youse was in love with Mrs Shithole?"

A strange question to ask in the middle of cleaning the kitchen floor, but it was on Yancy's mind the whole time. Shithole Hank snorted and leaned against his mop.

"When she slapped me in the face and called me a jackass for trying to copy her homework. Someone caught your attention, Yance?"

"I didn't think so. But Tiny says she thinks I got a crush on someone, but I never dated when I was younger. I don't know how to tell if she's right or if she's just winding me up. Is there something I missed?"

"Nope. There's no 'right' way to know if you love someone. Depends on the person and the scenario. Might be a mushy, romantic pull, or a physical attraction, or something else. As a whole, it's finding someone you want to spend more time with. Kinda like a friendship, but more personal. The world feels a little less empty knowing they're in it, and no battle seems impossible when they're right there. As for me, well…" Hank gave the younger prisoner a wistful smile, "It was realising that even if she was a snotty bookworm, she had the best laugh in the whole world, and I wanted to be the one who made her laugh the most."

"But why love her if you didn't like her?"

"Because that wasn't all of who she was. That was only the piece I knew. You remember that old phrase about not judging a book by its cover, right? She might have been a bookworm, but she always sorted her pencils by colour to make a rainbow on her desk. She liked playing hopscotch on the brick path outside our high school. Even now, she likes pointing out birds to me, or telling me about her favourite ad on TV. Love lets you see what you don't like, and reminds you that it isn't all they are. Once you get past that, then you can find happiness with them."

"Alright everyone. This is the final class for this 'term'. Exam season is coming up, which means I'm going to be swamped by grading and papers. Can't get you lot to grade them for me, sadly." Illinois gave a light shrug as he gave a light-hearted announcement. It was a great chance for him to go around the different prisoners to help them on their projects before the well-deserved break. The mood was light, someone had snatched Illinois' radio to play some upbeat music, and everyone was quietly chatting while answering their research questions.

It was only when Illinois reached Tiny's desk that he realised he was one student short. He never made an open fuss of the attendance he was required to take, opting to count heads and tick them off when he had a moment to himself.

"Is Yancy not coming?"

"Thought he was. I haven't seen him since morning count, sorry."

The class went without a hitch, but Yancy never showed up. Illinois couldn't help that faint nagging in the back of his mind that something was wrong. If Yancy's friend didn't know what was going on…

Once the class finished, Illinois stepped out to find out what happened. On instinct, he went to the medical wards and ignored the swell of relief when he discovered that Yancy wasn't there. Next, he asked the guards in case there had been trouble. Nothing had happened. As far as the staff were aware, Yancy should have been there. His schedule was the same, and nothing had been reported to them during earlier patrols and checks.

It was better not to dwell on it. He had other matters to attend to before the day was out, and that included tidying up the room for the next classes in the evening. The box and briefcase were brought out to the car, and he returned to the classroom to fetch his coat.

Waiting beside the desk, looking like a dog with a tail between its legs, was Yancy. With arms folded and his head lowered, he was a far cry from the confident, witty man that had made the class livelier in just three sessions.

" 'm sorry I didn't show up," he mumbled.

"There's no need to apologise. You aren't obligated to come to these if you don't want to. I'm not that strict." Illinois paused to allow the worry bubbling in his chest to lessen. "Did something happen? Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Nah. Nothing happened. I know it's something I should talk about, but it ain't that important."

"If it's troubling you, then it's important." Illinois crossed the room to claim his coat, only to put it on the desk, followed by his hat. "I can't make a promise that I won't tell anyone - it's part of the volunteer's contract to report anything - but I can't let this pass and pretend nothing is wrong with you."

"Youse don't get it, I…" Yancy trailed off with a quick, short shake of his head. "Forget it."

"Yancy. It's alright. You aren't in trouble."

"Not yet. This is something that's gonna get youse in trouble."

"Me?" Illinois quirked an eyebrow. Yancy nodded. "I'm a man who keeps his nose outta trouble. Whatever it is, it won't have any negative effects, I promise." Bar the confused gut reaction, Illinois kept his reaction neutral. He didn't want to sway anything in case Yancy bottled everything up. It was a smart move, as the prisoner let out a heavy sigh.

"Fine. But before I say anything, I don't wanna lose out on the classes when youse is back." Then, silence fell as Yancy shifted his weight from foot to foot to try and shake off whatever nerves were eating at him. "I think I like youse."

Illinois felt his chest squeeze in anticipation. There was no way this moment was actually happening. He was sure Yancy didn't care about him like that. It would easily explain why the class was skipped.

"As… a friend?" It was a silly question, but Illinois needed clarity. If it was purely platonic, then he would be happy to have just that. Having Yancy in his life would be better than nothing at all.

"Well, yeah, but… not just that?" Yancy straightened his posture to admire the overhead light fixture while he rubbed the back of his neck. "I dunno jack shit 'bout these sorta things. I never had any sorta thoughts 'bout no one before."

"Then describe what's in your head. We can try and figure it out."

Yancy made his way to one of the desks and hopped on it. "It's like… youse is still kinda annoying. That big bravado act can get on my nerves. But when youse is teaching in here, or talking like we is now, it's like youse is someone else. None of that 'tough guy' stuff matters. You makes jokes, eagerly share photos from youses' trip. Hell, you spent a whole ten minutes telling us about some dog you saw on youses' way in the other week . And when you talks about history without feeling like the world has to notice, you gots this real cute smile, y'know? It's like, uh, like you can really share that passion you has for the work you is doing. And, uh… I like that."

All the while, the adventurer could feel his face growing warmer. His heart fumbled over itself as the brain tried to process what it was hearing. Yancy thought he had a cute smile?

The hesitation that stemmed from surprise was quickly being misinterpreted as disappointment. Yancy withdrew on himself, tried to start some excuse to dismiss himself, when Illinois reached out.

"Wait. Before you go, answer me two questions. One: do you think it is some sort of attraction?"

"I told you already, I don't got experience in this. I'm just going by what someone else said to me. But I guess there's a… something. I don't mind youse being here right now. A-and if we just stayed and chatted like this, that'd be cool."

"Which leads me onto my next question: would you be alright with me coming to see you on visitation day?" It was a sentence Illinois had wanted to say for a long time, and was the only thing he had said that wasn't framed with a tremor in his voice. "It would give us a chance to talk one on one. Not as a prisoner and a volunteer, but as two fellas seeing whether they'd want to start a relationship."

"Hey, no, stop. This ain't something to poke fun at. I'm being serious."

"As am I," Illinois quickly countered. "Why do you think I'm making fun of you?"

"Because - because… look at youse. And then look at me. I ain't your type. A-and anyway, I'm in here for something bad. I'm no better than the dirt on youses' shoe. This is - fuck, I should hate you. Youse is 'sposed to be that pompous prick who's so high and mighty. I didn't mean to do any of this. I didn't mean to even make youse consider a guy like me. I'm sorry..."

Sorry if you fell in love with me…. They always do.

How many times had Illinois made that playful quip over the years? It was practically a catchphrase of his. And now, for once, it was being turned back on him. Yancy's apology was genuine, like Illinois' crush was a burden that he was punished with. Did Yancy not see his own wit, or how he had a playful smirk that made Illinois want to smile from ear to ear? What about the humming, or how Yancy had such an easygoing personality?

"Hey, hey, hold on a moment. Do I not get a say in this?" Holding up one hand, Illinois drew attention to himself. "How do you know what's best for me? Or what I want? Why rule yourself out - and I don't want any answers that include belittling yourself." The quick addition was a good move, judging by how Yancy's expression soured.

"I'm a prisoner."

"Makes it easier for me to find you when I want to see you."

"A murderer."

"Last I heard, you haven't killed anyone lately."

"Everyone is gonna give youse weird looks."

"For what?"

"For being with someone who ain't gonna be free."

"And?"

A pause.

"And what?" Yancy frowned.

"And what does that matter? I'm the one who gets to be with you, not them. No one has a right to judge me for my own decisions. I'm a grown man, last I checked." The wink made Yancy glance aside in frustration.

"Okay, fine. What about youses' job here? If we do anything, you gets in trouble."

"Only if I keep it a secret. The volunteer guide actually allows romantic relationships if they're kept above board, and if the volunteer steps away for three months."

"See? And that's gonna mess up -"

"Today was my last day volunteering. My university students have exams starting up soon, and then I have an expedition up in Alaska. I'll be out of town for quite a while. Plenty of time for me to evaluate my feelings, wouldn't you say? But let me tell you something," Illinois sauntered over, resting a hand on the desk so he could lean closer to Yancy, "I've been attracted to you ever since I first met you. I dismissed it at first, but there's something so wonderful about you that I want to try and figure it out for myself."

"Bet you say that to anyone that walks by."

"Oh, no. There's a difference. When I put it on, I keep my distance from the other party. But right now, I want to be close enough to kiss you."

"Then why don't you?"

"Pardon?" The bravado was briefly dropped at the blunt question.

"Kiss me, I mean. Why don'tcha?"

Illinois chuckled. "Simple: I never want to do anything to you without permission. But if you insist…" He pressed forward, finally closing the gap between them. A hand wrapped around his neck to tug him toward the prisoner. The kiss lingered far longer than it should have, and didn't dare deepen. Both were content to simply enjoy the sensation.

Confessions of love were whispered in the minimal space between Illinois and Yancy before there was another kiss to seal the deal. When they finally pulled apart to look one another in the eye, both could catch a glimpse of how the other had willingly lowered his guard to let the other see the real him.

"We will both need to report to the Warden. Are you going to be okay with that?"

"Only if you promise to write."

"Darling, I'm going to write you so many love letters while I'm away."

#writersofmark #yanois #awhm yancy #ahwm illinois #yancy the prisoner #(finally able to finish this one. I've felt bad I've delayed it for so long)#dramatic prisoner (Yancy)#cocky adventurer (Illinois)

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voonespelle · 1 year

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BRO WHAT DO I GOTTA DO TO GET SOME YANOIS FICS IN THIS BITCH

#illinois jane #iplier egos #yancy the prisoner #yanois #markiplier egos #ahwm illinois #ahwm yancy #ego shipping

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gotta-big-ego · 2 years

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Currently sad and stuck at home with Covid.

Does anyone have any fluffy Darkstache/Bingle/Schneepiplier/Yanois/Trickshot headcanons they wanna drop in my inbox? Or just a cute idea/situation? I'm in serious need of fluff ♡♡

#pleeeeaaasseee?#I just want all the fluff #Darkstache #Bingle #Schneepiplier #Dr. Lovin #Yanois #Trickshot

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regalrain · 2 years

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#ego memes #not my art #Yanois #Yancy is small stocky and eccentric #Illi can be eccentric but you gotta get through the walls

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doctordiscord123 · 1 month

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I request,,, Yanny pov trying to find Illi so Illi can love on him post his werewolfening,,, maybe after he leaves his manor, hops dimensions through the cave the two Illinois’ found XD

In reference to this work here.

The Illinois here is not my own, but yours, @regalrain's

Tears ran down Yancy's face as he trudged into the manor. Disoriented, groggy, and frankly not quite sure where else to turn, he knocked on the door, one hand tightly covering the fresh yet faint scar on his arm.

The door opened, and he was met with the shocked and surprised face of Illinois. "Pumpkin? What happened, your clothes --"

The tears fell faster, and Yancy sniffed, his image of Illinois blurring. "I don't -- I didn't -- I didn't mean --"

He dissolved into sobs, and he fell forward into Illinois' open arms, clinging to him like he was his only lifeline. Illinois pulled him inside, before just guiding him to the floor, holding him, rocking him gently and petting his hair. "Shh...it's alright, Pumpkin, it's alright...what's wrong?"

"I hurt 'im." Yancy buried his face in Illi's chest, body shaking with the force of his sobs. "I hurt 'im really bad, I didn't mean to, i-it was so hot, and it hurt, it hurt so much, I don't wanna go back, please don't make me go back --"

He wasn't making much sense, and he knew that, distantly, but Illi's increasingly alarmed questions and soothing words fell on deaf ears as Yancy's ears began to ring. He remember the pain in his jaws as they lengthened, his new teeth digging into his gums, the strange feeling of his nails growing into claws, he remember those claws digging into flesh and howling --

There, on the floor of the manor, in Illinois' arms, Yancy passed out.

#ask discord #regalrain #my writing #yancy ahwm #illinois ahwm #markiplier egos #werewolves #yanois #illinois/yancy #yancy/illinois #illinois x yancy #yancy x illinois

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iamvegorott · 2 months

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Graduation Day

Thank you @voonespelle for your donation request! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Yancy has worked hard to finally earn his degree and today is graduation. With limited tickets, he invites his Ma Dark, his Pops Anti, his boyfriend Illinois, and, to the shock of the previous three, his Father Actor to all come and watch him walk.

Graduation Day

“Anti, ears.” Dark gestured to his own ears after they got out of the car. He was quickly double-checking their appearance before they went into public.

“Ah, shit.” Anti rubbed his hands over his ears, making his usual points appear rounded. “It’s been a while since I’ve used this form.”

“Are you going with any gray hair?” Dark asked as he used the reflection in the car window to check himself.

“How old are you two trying to come across?” Illinois asked, getting out of the car last. He held a large bouquet of roses in his arms.

“I believe we have Yancy registered to be twenty-five,” Dark stated.

“So we’ll probably want to be mid-forties or fifties,” Anti said with a shrug. “How gray are humans in their forties?”

“Depends on the person. I think just having some wrinkles will be enough. Just remember an age and stick with it.” Illinois worked with people often for his career and was used to faking being a human more than Dark and Anti. They don’t usually hide their natural appearance with their work, so those hiring them are more than aware of what they’re signing up for.

“Forty-five and forty-six?” Anti pointed to himself for the first number and then to Dark for the other.

“Sounds good.” Dark nodded in agreement. “We should head in before we’re late.”

“How many tickets was Yancy given again?” Illinois asked as the three of them started walking.

“Four.”

“Only four?”

“Small arena for a large class. Largest the school has had in a long time.”

“Wait.” Anti held out the word as something clicked. “He got four, and there’s only three of us. Who did he give that last ticket to?”

“Me, of course.” A voice chuckled behind them.

“I’m going to stab him,” Anti grumbled as they turned and saw Actor standing there, hands behind his back and having a large grin.

“Why wouldn’t Yancy invite his father to his graduation?”

“He did. I’m right here.” Anti glared at Actor, his earlier comment seeming more of a promise than a threat.

“His real-”

“Don’t.” Dark cuts Actor off, knowing what he was about to say. “Now is not the time for us to argue or fight. Today is about Yancy. And we are all here to support his accomplishment.” He used his arms to guide Illinois and Anti to turn away from Actor.

“I hope you trip up and down the stairs,” Anti called over his shoulder.

“I’ll need to write that one down.” Illinois chuckled, waiting for Dark to open the door before stepping in.

“The tickets have assigned spots. So, Actor will be sitting with us. We all need to behave.” Dark stated, speaking softly so only Anti and Illinois heard him as they walked through the crowd.

“Are you saying that for us or yourself?”Anti asked with a giggle.

“Yes.”

“We love honesty.”

“Pardon us.” Illinois flashed his signature charming smile at people as the three squeezed past to get to their seats. He may look more human in his natural form, but he still had some Ego abilities in his back pocket as the people he spoke to were more than willing to get out of their way and then cause some problems for Actor just seconds later. Actor didn’t struggle for long, though, using his own abilities to eventually get by smoothly when he caught on to what Illinois was doing.

“There they come!” Anti practically bounced back out of his seat when he saw a sea of blue robes and caps. The graduates entered the room in two organized lines and headed to their seats.

“Do you see Yanc?” Illinois asked. “What last name did we go with?”

“Frost,” Dark answered.

“Frost?”

“Yancy picked it.”

“There he is!” Anti stopped the conversation and pointed.

Yancy came out of the back room and looked in the direction where his family should be. His face brightened as soon as he saw all of them, waving at them with the biggest smile. Yancy blended into the line like an average college kid. But, to his family, he stood out like a star.

“He looks so happy.” Actor said, voice filled with pride.

“He does.” Dark smiled as he felt Anti taking hold of his hand and squeezing, looking down at Yancy with his own smile.

That was one of the only times those three ever agreed on anything.

“I am the luckiest man alive,” Illinois said out of pure adoration.

The rest of the world didn’t matter as they watched Yancy, not hearing the announcements and barely registering the other graduates’ names were spoken. The claps and cheers were their only signs.

Eventually, Yancy stood and followed the line. His smile grew more and more the closer he reached the stage.

“Yancy Frost.”

The rest of the words were drowned out by cheers and claps. Anti, Dark, Illinois, and Actor yelled at the top of their lungs, doing everything they could so Yancy could hear them loud and clear. Yancy took his diploma and looked at them, waving it in the air and getting even more cheers.

Had they not screamed over the rest of the announcement, they would have heard Yancy got a Bachelor of Business Administration and a Fine Arts Minor. Dark had insisted he also got a minor in something he loved. Yancy was going to either take over or run their ‘company’ at Dark’s side one day, but he was still going to be Yancy Iplier, regardless of his title.

The rest of the names flew by in a blink, and Anti swore they would be voiceless the next day with how loud they cheered again as the graduates threw their caps in the air. Everyone in the crowd slowly dispersed, leaving the building, and gathered in little groups, taking pictures, laughing, hugging, and crying.

And speaking of crying.

“You said you weren’t going to do that.” Anti teased. He used his thumbs to wipe away Dark’s tears as they waited for Yancy to get to them.

“I didn’t plan this.” Dark chuckled.

“And you all say I’m dramatic-ow!” Actor hissed in pain after Illinois jabbed him in the side with his elbow.

“You’re going to get yourself stabbed,” Illinois said to Actor under his breath. “And Anti doesn’t hold back.”

“Ma, are ya crying?” Yancy asked with a laugh when he reached them.

“No,” Dark lightly chuckled as he hugged Yancy. They pulled away, and Dark gently held his face. “I am so proud of you.”

“You gonna make me cry.” Yancy rubbed at his eye with a hand.

“You did it!” Anti cheered, and Yancy had to catch him as he practically threw himself into the hug. “I knew you could!”

“Thanks, Pops.” Yancy was laughing again as Anti let him go and stepped aside to playfully poke at Dark’s arm, giggling as he kissed away another tear that had started rolling down his cheek.

“Earning that cap and gown takes a lot of hard work.” Actor praised, taking one of Yancy’s hands with both of his and shaking it. “But I knew the moment I heard you were going this route, I knew you could do it, and you’ve proved me right.”

“There was definitely some times I wanted to throw things.” Yancy tried to have his other hand join in, but the diploma was in the way.

“You get that from your mother.” Actor joked, ignoring the looks he got from the other three.

“I’m taking him to the top of the stairs and pushing,” Dark mumbled. Anti had to slap a hand over his mouth to muffle his laugh.

“I know, and I like it.” Yancy pulled Actor into a quick hug before slipping away and going up to Illinois.

“You look amazing, treasure.” Illinois praised, handing Yancy the large bouquet.

“Illy, yous didn’t have to.” Yancy hugged the roses, using the red of the petals to hide the red on his face. He always got too easily flustered at gifts.

“Of course I did. You deserve it and more with all of those late nights studying.” Illinois lowered the flowers, taking hold of Yancy’s cheek and kissing him.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Dark waved his hand when the kiss lasted longer than a second.

“They do fuck, you know.” Anti chuckled.

“Don’t remind me.” Dark groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We should head back to the Manor before Wilford gets impatient and starts the party early.”

“If he even thinks about touching that cake, I will shave his mustache off.” Anti huffed.

“Am I invited to this gathering?” Actor asked.

“You are n-”

“Absolutely!” Yancy cut off Dark’s refusal.

“We’re all going to have a grand time.” Actor said with a big smile to Yancy.

“You two can go ahead and get the car started.” Dark handed the keys to Illinois.

“Why do we-”

“We can make out while we wait~” Illinois chuckled, understanding why he wanted them to head off, and easily guided a sputtering Yancy away.

“I did not want to hear that.” Dark sighed.

“Young love.” Actor half-sang..

“We were terrible when we started actually dating.” Anti bumped his hip to Dark’s.

“He’s always been a little extra touchy.” Actor chuckled with a smirk.

“You.” Dark turned and jabbed a finger into Actor’s chest. “If you try to make a scene at Yancy’s graduation party, you’ll wish you could die.”

“I’m not going to make a scene.” Actor rolled his eyes, lowering Dark’s hand. “As you had said earlier, today is about Yancy. He wants his parents to help celebrate, and I will be on my best behavior.” He placed one hand on his chest and held up his other. “Scout’s honor.”

“Fine. But I’ll be keeping my eye on you.”

“Whatever makes sure Yancy is happy.”

“Give us about ten minutes to get to the Manor first and warn everyone,” Anti said.

“Noted.” Actor said with a nod.

“And now, to lighten up my mood.” Anti looked around to ensure no one was paying attention and then glitched himself to the car. He pulled open the back door and faked a gasp.

“Are you having sex back here!?”

“Pops!” Yancy yelled in shock. Illinois’ laugh was loud and soon turned into a cough from how hard it was.

“And you chose him over me?” Actor scoffed.

“And I’d do it again.” Dark clicked his tongue before he had himself appear at the car as well. “Are you done giving them a heart attack?”

“Ma! He is terrible!” Yancy shouted from the back of the car, face a bright red, and Illinois was still trying to breathe between laughs.

“Let’s head home.” Dark chuckled with a smile. His family was the definition of loud and chaotic.

And he wouldn’t want it any other way.

#veggie writes #mama dark #papa anti #offspring!yancy #danti #yanois #this was a lot of fun to write!

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iamfruitie · 5 months

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Kinktober 2023 Day 24

Edging

“Oh, treasure, I could look at you like this for hours.” Illinois ran his hands up Yancy’s sides, sitting between his legs as he laid back on the bed. He was also fully naked, while Illinois had his clothing on. Even his hat was still on his head.

“Yous have been,” Yancy whined, back arching toward Illinois. He actually wasn’t sure how long he’d been like this, but he had bite marks and hickies all over his body. His legs were beginning to tremble out of pure desperation. Time and time again, Illinois teased him, played with him, worked him up to the edge, and would stop right before he could finish. Yancy had stopped counting after the fifth time.

“Sounds like someone’s ready to finish our game,” Illinois said, trailing his hands back down and gently scraping his nails against the skin, earning a shiver and whimper from Yancy.

“Yes, yes, I-I’m ready.” Yancy squirmed. He had never felt so needy and had zero regrets for asking Illinois to do this to him.

“Maybe I should get you close one more time~” Illinois almost had an evil purr to his voice, gripping Yancy’s inner thighs.

“Please, please, I wanna-I wanna cum.” Yancy felt himself go hot, the flush on his face deepening as he begged. “Please, Illy, please.”

“Music to my ears.” Illinois chuckled, lifting Yancy’s legs over his shoulder and kissing the side of his knee. “And I can’t wait-” He kissed again, further up Yancy’s leg. “-to hear more-” Another kiss to Yancy’s thigh. “-of your lovely voice~” He ended his sentence with a light nip on Yancy’s hip.

“Illy, please.” Yancy ran his hands through his hair, making it even more messy.

“Don't worry, treasure, I’m giving you what you want.” Illinois kissed the spot before centering his head and slowly dragging his tongue up and along the bottom of Yancy’s cock, popping the tip into his mouth and earning a very grateful moan.

“Yous are always amazing at this, but fuck does ya mouth feel so good right now~” Yancy gripped the covers and had to use every ounce of self-control to keep his hips still. Illinois hummed his approval that Yancy behaved and slowly started bobbing his head. “Holy shit, holy shit, Ily-Illinois, I…fuck.” Yancy rambled as he felt he would tear the fabric of the covers with how strong of a grip he had. He was so worked up, so sensitive, and when Illinois moaned around him again, he was doomed. “Oh, God~!” Yancy cried out and was cumming down Illinois’ throat, sputtering out a string of curses as he felt wave after wave of pleasure still coursing through him, getting his toes to curl and legs to shake.

“Good boy~” Illinois praised as Yancy eventually relaxed from his high. “How are we feeling?” He asked as he made his way back up Yancy’s body with some kisses.

“Very good,” Yancy answered with a chuckle.

“Are we done for the night?”

“Hell no.”

“Oh?” Illinois softly laughed as Yancy wrapped his arms around him and yanked him down into a kiss.

“Yous need to fuck me. Right now. And yous better take that hat off, or I’m breaking up with ya.” Yancy’s threat had a giggle in it.

“I thought that hat added some flair during all this.” Illinois playfully protested.

“It did, but now we done.” Yancy casually took Illinois’ hat and tossed it aside. “Whoops.”

“Silly, silly, man.” Illinois chuckled and caught Yancy in another kiss.

#yanois #nsft #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #fruitie writes

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damnthelust · 2 years

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Thigh riding with Yancy x Illinois? (forgot their ship name—)

The ship name is called Yanois!

"What a sight," Illinoise purred, feeling the other man's cock rubbing against his thigh as he ran his hands along Yancy's body, the soft light of dawn complementing the bodies that were on the bed.

"I-Illy.." Yancy whimpered, biting his lips and trying to look away from the older's lusty gaze. His body feeling shocks of pleasure with each buck, driving him to moan and whine softly.

"Fuck.. You sound so beautiful." Illinois groaned, releasing a hand from the smaller's body and moving it to pump his aching cock along with Yancy's bucks until he was suddenly pulling into a feverish kiss, lost in the lip lock as they grew closer to their desired release.

#nsft #yanois #smut requests #anon

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bookwormscififan · 2 months

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Falling Into the Bite, Chapter 9

Read on AO3!

Previous part

A/N: New route for this plot!

Warnings: Description of blood, an investigation into a failing mental state, and an attempted suicide.

“They’re nice stories,” Yancy stated as he flipped through the pages of writing. “Do youse write anymore now that you’re a vampire?”

“I don’t write as much as I’d like,” Host replied, crossing his arms with a frown. “It’s harder to write when you can’t see the keyboard, even with my muscle memory. I can’t go back to review previous things I’d written to keep continuity.”

“If there was a way for youse to write,” Yancy began slowly, “Would youse write more?”

“You’re quite the optimist,” Host chuckled bitterly. “To write, I’d need my sight back, and that’s near impossible. As it stands, Noir has been helpful in letting me narrate stories to him. He doesn’t write them down, but he listens and asks questions.”

“What if there was someone who could help write your stories, and help read previous parts for continuity?” Yancy pressed, running his fingers over a page in front of him. “I can help youse to write. I write music, poems. Prose shouldn’t be that different.”

“Why would you help me?” Host asked, distractedly gathering the papers on the table into a neat pile. “Why would you help any of the vampires in this castle? After all that Murdock’s done, how can you still sit here and offer to help us? Agree to stay?”

“I’m in prison for life for killing my parents,” Yancy explained, drawing absently on the table with his fingernail. “Murdock is just one of youse all. He’s not everyone. Dark and Actor have scared us, you youse and Noir so far have been polite.”

“You’re staying because of Noir and myself?”

“We’re staying because our only other option was to let Dark and Actor kill us,” Yancy clarified. “Compared to that, I’d prefer to take my chances in a castle full of vampires.”

“You two are strange humans,” Host laughed, turning to face Yancy. “I would be grateful if you helped me to write a novel. I’ve had an idea for decades, I just haven’t been able to write.”

“You don’t have to do this,” Dark reminded softly. “You can go back upstairs, spend time with Yancy, help him forget what happened.”

“I want to do this,” Illinois replied with a deep breath, stepping up to the cell door and opening the small window. “Murdock. Look at me,” he ordered, looking through the window at the hunched form of Murdock in the corner.

“What do you want.” Murdock’s response was flat, spat through the sticky film coating his lips as he moved to stand in front of the door. “To taunt me? Rub my shame in my face?” His eyes were dark behind his glasses, glaring at Illinois as his lip curled over his remaining fang.

“I’m not going to taunt you,” Illinois replied quietly, forcing himself not to look at Murdock’s mouth. “I’m not angry with you for attacking me. I want to let you know that you haven’t scared us away from the castle, you just made us more wary of potential dangers here.”

“I was a murderer before I was turned,” Murdock confessed. “There was always this appeal to killing people, and it was still there after I got turned. With Yancy, it was different. I wanted to feed from him, but I also wanted to spend the rest of time with him.”

“Manipulating him isn’t the way to show that.” Illinois frowned as he finally lifted his eyes to meet Murdock’s. “Taking advantage of his drowsy state to make him believe he was dreaming of your intimate moments is the wrong way to gain his trust.”

Murdock’s gaze shifted behind Illinois, watching Dark take the adventurer’s arm to pull him away. “I understand that now,” he said softly. “Tell Yancy I regret what I’ve done to harm him, and that I’ll admire him forever even if he doesn’t accept my apology.”

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Yancy stood on the balcony of the castle attic, looking down at the pavers around the fountain below him. The wind whipped at his hair, pulling it away from the style he’d spent hours on, and he hugged himself as he stepped closer to the edge.

His mind raced with thoughts he couldn’t completely confirm were his, feelings swirling in his stomach that both made him sick and made him yearn at the same time. He closed his eyes tightly against the images flashing in his mind, struggling to find the reality in them.

The wind made the cuffs of his pants flap against his ankles, legs shaking as he climbed onto the balcony railing, continuing to hold himself as he stood with his back straight. His tears were freezing against his cheeks, biting into the skin as the wind pummelled them.

This had to be the only way out. The only way to stop the voices in his head, the only way to separate fiction from reality. If he did this, maybe they’d let Illinois go, and he could go on his senseless adventures again. The only disadvantage would be that Yancy wouldn’t get to see his smiling face every morning again.

Compared to his mind slowly replacing every memory of Illinois with Murdock’s face, Yancy decided that this was the better option. Phantom touches on his hips and thighs felt like insect bites slowly eating away at his skin until all that remained was the red, raw flesh underneath, susceptible to every kind of illness and infection he could contract.

No, this was the best choice. Yancy lifted his chin, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath, gathering his courage before lifting his foot to step off—

Only to be caught around the wrist and held back. The hand on his arm was warm, human, and Yancy turned teary red eyes to look behind him, letting out a choked sob at the sight of Illinois. The adventurer’s eyebrows were furrowed in concern, lips turned down in a deep frown as he held Yancy back from jumping.

“Don’t,” he panted, shaking his head at Yancy. “Please, don’t do this. Don’t give them the satisfaction.”

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#writing #fanfiction #markiplier fanfiction #vampire au #implied yanois

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