#yancy the jailbird

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[themoreeviltwin]

hi hello, absolutely not a part of the simpsons fandom, no idea what it looks like in here, but some... canon events have happened, and now i headcanon this. bye.

please excuse my 1am ms paint art.

i also apologize to the markiplier fandom which i very much am a part of, i just had to get this outta my system, ya know?

theoretically the reverse should be true, but that's not how i came to this conclusion. this is what we get.

[markiplitessepticeyes]

EDITOBER: GRUNGY

Day 16: Our favorite jailbird Yancy, its the third Sunday of the month this week go say hello!

[fagiplier]

Thinking about Yancy being a codependent little freak

Him just being *so* happy the mc decided to stay- a bit too happy

Watching his bunkmate sleep, sometimes even falling asleep at the end of their bed

Keeping an extra eye on them almost everywhere, especially out in the yard when they’re talking to other people

Teaching them not just the Wanna Be Free number, but also one on one dancing. They’d Lindy Hop

Anytime they have to be separated Yancy finds a way around it. He’d break them outta solitary

Just Yancy being a sweet little jailbird that cares a bit too much about the mc

[franklyshipping]

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

[asterius-of-crete]

"Yeah, I got a question. What're you up to this afternoon?" Yancy holds up a picnic basket, a blanket slung over his shoulder and a warm smile on his face. "Care to join me for lunch, gorgeous?"

Well, whatever plans Asterius might have had for the afternoon were immediately and unrepentantly canceled as Yancy approached. "I'm never busy for you, songbird."

The compliment makes the Minotaur blush and he huffs, grabbing onto Yancy's arm to shake him a little bit. "You know how to sway me." Compliments, food, the ex-jailbird had it pretty much down.

He lets himself be led to a nice, sunny spot, and waits for Yancy to sit down before he sits down close enough to lean on him.

"I love you."

[florenceisfalling]

Bestie I'm so sorry I gotta go with Yancy as I am extremely attracted to charismatic mid century jailbirds with that specific accent but I'll hope for a Dark sweep for you

was gonna say disowned but dark IS winning now and i choose to believe you caused it with your hope for me. thank you

[oliver-ashcroft-documents]

(x) oliver, do you have any special stories you’d like to tell ?

@ship-status // the misplaced attorney

The ex-attorney looked over his shoulder at you, raising a brow. Oliver relaxed and turned to face you completely, dressed in a wooly black trench-coat and green scarf. This universe has seemingly made him into an accomplice for a murderer named Murdock, but it didn’t change his morals to fit the roll. At least, not that he could tell.

‘i guess i have a few from the universes before this one. there’s not many for here, with Murdock’s line of... work, i guess he’d call it.’ He signed, sighing and his breath comes out in a swirl of white. It was always cold in the little town he currently resided in, leaving the hot-natured man always just too cold. He missed the warmth of his little cottage.

‘there was this one time i ended up in a prison... that was a fun few months. that universe is probably still looking for me in that frame of time. anyway, there was this one guy named Yancy who saved me from getting my lights knocked out by another jailbird. cool cat, despite his situation... strange tattoos though. he never did say what they were for.

‘oh, and in another universe, i was apparently the accomplice of this really big thief. it... kind of bleeds together after a while. i think that was the one where we almost got stranded on an island?’ Oliver shook his head, face crinkled in uncertainty. ‘i don’t know, truly.’

There was a low whistle in the alleyway behind the red-head, and he frowns with tired eyes. ‘that’s my cue. i’ll see you around, stranger... here’s some friendly advice: try not to be out and about at night while you’re in town.’

[the-host-sees-all]

The host greatly appreciates Bim doing that for him. And it feels very good. 

There’s also a siren ego out in cities lake. Plus Yancy our jailbird ego is finally getting out on parole.

(after markiplier TV I like to think that these two interact a bit often -shadow)

*The host had just finished doing his latest radio show and was just minding his business walking down the halls of the studio*

@the-host-sees-all

((Oh definitely agreeded.)

The cannibal game host sitting inside of the studio as he was waiting for his new contestants for hire my ass, fixing up his suit. "They better not be late! We're filming in two hours, I have to have this episode go on air its the last of this season!"

The meet grinder was ready and everything just incase it's decided after the loser after they have been killed off

[orange-waterfalls]

Dimension Hopping

Yancy x gn!reader

Ask: YANCY FIC PLEAEEEEEEE

A/N: As you can see, I had a lot of free reign with this so i got creative <333 it’s just fluff with the slightest microscopic hint of angst because I am in LOVE with he and also Wilford is a supportive dad and ALSO crying but it’s happy crying I swear!! enjoy!!!

Word Count: 2.7k

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You stared at the prisoner for a lot longer than explicitly necessary. In your defense, it had been a while. A long, long while. Didn’t seem to last as long for him, though. He hadn’t aged a day. Well, that wasn’t true. He had a few new tattoos. You supposed that made sense. But still, you had to stare. He was here. He was really here. Yeah, you’d seen Illy earlier, but he fucking left you, so he doesn’t count. Also Wilford, who kicked you out almost immediately and almost made you cry for it. But Yancy was here and talking and having a conversation and asking how you’ve been and oh boy, those are more tears. You hoped Yancy wouldn’t notice.

He noticed.

“H-Hey, pal, hey, what’s the matter?” He chuckled, a worried look on his face. You shook your head. “Well, obviously there’s somethin’, otherwise you wouldn’t be cryin’.” You shook your head harder. 

It’s stupid, you thought. 

“Hey, if it made you cry, it ain’t stupid.” He asserted. He then paused, thinking for a moment. “Well, actually… You’re allowed to cry. Even if the reason’s stupid. Either way, it’s fine, so you can calm down because I think I might have ta break the glass to comfort cha.” You sniffed aggressively, trying to force your body to fuck off and calm down because it’s not that deep, ok? Besides, Yancy is progressively getting more anxious about it. 

“Would me cryin’ in solidarity make you feel better? I can do that. I could stab myself in the thigh or somethin’ to make me cry. I can do that. You want me to do that?” You shook your head so hard it hurt, smiling nonetheless. “Ok! Ok, I won’t.” And so he just sat there and waited for you to calm down.

You did not, in fact, calm down. You did manage to suppress your sobbing enough that Yancy believed you’d stopped crying. You gave him a shaky thumbs up. He smiled brightly and gave you a confident one back.

“Alright, good! Cause you gotta pay attention. Oh, we wrote a new song!” He said excitedly. He put the phone down, the sound immediately getting muffled and you pointed back, but Yancy was already on the chair and barely paying attention to you. You weren’t gonna interrupt him. It looked like a fun song. You liked seeing him have fun.

You did not like the glow you saw out of the corner of your peripheral. You slowly brought your hand up and looked at it.

No. you thought desperately. No, no, no, no, NO, NO, NO—

You slapped at the crystal and you knocked on the glass. You tried so hard to get Yancy’s attention. He was too into his musical number. He couldn’t hear you over the music and he could barely see you over the lights.

You felt a few more tears slip as you let your hands slide off the glass and collapsed back into the chair. You buried your head in your hands and stared at the crystal as it prepared to take you away again.

Better luck next time, Some mocking voice said in your head. You growled a little. You knew better than to mess with the space-time continuum.

You knew who didn’t, though…

–

Wilford screamed when you kicked his door down. Like legitimately, actually screamed. Like this was a slasher movie and he was about to be murdered by the angry 5’4” space captain who was stalking towards him. 

You didn’t have the crystal anymore. That was important.

“Wha-Yo-HOW did you get here?” He sputtered out with a laugh. You shrugged, making a noncommittal noise. You made your way to the chair across from him and sat down. He looked at you. And you looked at him.

I need your help, you thought.

“My help, you need? Well, I’m always willing to help a friend! Or a universe-destroying mutual acquaintance.” He explained giddily. “I can help with anything! Need to get back with an ex-lover? Fly to Burma? Kill a congressman? Whatever you need!”

I want to get back to Yancy.

“Except that, I can’t help you with that.” He waved off your request, standing to walk elsewhere in the room. You brought your hands out, a question as to why. He simply shook his head and started to pour whiskey that you are 90% sure was not there before. You twisted around in your chair so you were on your knees facing him, gripping the back of the chair.

Wilford! Come on. Please?

“No, now you know there are rules! The first rule is that there are no rules. Second rule is no dimension hopping!” He stated. He set aside the first glass of whiskey. He poured another glass of whiskey. He seemed to think for a moment before pulling another glass from nowhere and instead pouring apple juice in the third one. You weren’t sure if the juice was for you or for him.

You just said there were no rules!

“And the second rule is no dimension-hopping! Come on, try to listen!” He scolded. You sighed, exasperated.

Come on, Wil, I just wanna see someone… your thoughts were a mumble. Wilford stopped in his tracks. You froze as well, thinking something was wrong. He slowly turned to you with a wide smile on his face. Well… it was more like a shit-eating grin. The kind your friends got when you told them who your crush was.

Uh-oh.

Wilford ran back over and crashed into his seat, making you jump and cover your mouth. His chair tipped back a moment before setting itself upright again. Wil slammed one of the glasses in front of you (you still weren’t sure which it was), pulled out his notepad and pen, crossed his legs daintily and looked at you expectedly. You stared at him. He stared at you with a smile.

What.

“Go ahead. Make your case.” He instructed. Your eyebrows furrowed.

What?

“You want me to take you to see a special someone,” He teased and you crossed your arms, sinking in your chair, “I want you to make your case as to why I should take you. Why they’re special.” He flipped a page of the notebook, dabbing the tip of the pen on his tongue and shifting to get comfortable. He smiled at you. You squinted at him.

I don’t gossip. You crossed your arms.

“Everyone gossips.” He argued.

Then I don’t kiss and tell. You turned your head away from him.

“You’ve kissed them?” He gasped, excited. You whipped your head back to look at him.

No! Your thoughts shouted.

“Ah, a budding relationship.” He nodded, jotting something down.

We’re just friends.

“Ohhhh, friends to lovers!” He scribbled a little more. It didn’t seem like he was actually writing anything down.

It’s not like that, he… he doesn’t like me like that.

“Pining, too?!”

Stop! I met him two years ago at–

“SLOWBURN? Ohhhh, this is a good one. How many words? 10k?”

Fuck off!

“20k?! Ohhhh, I ship it already.”

Don’t say ship, Wilford.

“Ok. Pining, friends to lovers, pre-relationship, 20k, slowburn. Anything else?” He leaned forward, absolutely elated. You stared at this strange, strange man for a moment before you sighed. Whatever was happening seemed to be working so far.

… he’s in jail.

“I’M A SUCKER FOR PRISON LOVE. You’ve convinced me, I’ll send you back.”

Yes!

“If you agree to introduce me as your father eventually.”

NO!

“Come on, please? I’ve always wanted to be in the ‘bad boy boyfriend meets the parents’ storyline!”

No.

“Can I be the mom then? Abe can be the dad! I can work a pair of heels, I promise you.” He begged. You heard a noncommittal noise behind you and looked to see Abe grabbing the other glass, not sparing you a second glance as he walked back though the door. Was he greyscale? How did that work? Come to think of it, he could’ve just taken the apple juice just now.

… I kinda want to see that. You admitted, deciding to stop thinking about the goddamn apple juice.

“Alrighty then! Have fun, sweetie!”

Don’t.

“Have fun, kiddo!”

Better.

–

“Hey! Hey, what happened? We was doin’ the song and then ya just up and vanished! And now you’re back! … in my cell. What’re ya doin’ in here? How’d you get in here? What the hell is happening?” Yancy rapid-fired questions at you even as you were inspecting your surroundings and recovering from an interdimensional jump, it would seem. It felt kinda like dizziness mixed with whiplash mixed with jet lag and you might be dying, honestly. 

You had to take a few seconds to recover enough to see clearly in front of you, and you saw him. Yancy. In all his glory. The man himself. The meow meow of all time. Your scrimblo. What the FUCK were you thinking right now. Everything hurt. Oh God.

You didn’t answer Yancy’s question, mostly because you didn’t know yourself. All you knew was that Yancy was there and you were here and you walked over him and interrupted his questioning with a big hug. He froze for a second before jerkily wrapping his arms around you and sniffing hard.

“H-Hey now… that ain’t necessary…” He croaked out. You rubbed his back and petted the little hairs at the nape of his neck and he kept breathing deeply. He was trying not to cry, you knew. You weren’t helping, you knew. You didn’t really care. Crying was healthy, yeah? Yeah. You two could cry. That was fine.

I missed you… You sniffled and let a few tears drop yourself. Yancy hiccuped and held on even tighter. Considering he was a strong man as it was, you had just a little trouble breathing and you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You could pass out. You could die here without a care in the world. You heard and felt him mumble something into your neck, but you couldn’t make it out. You hummed inquisitively. He pulled away a little. You panicked and grabbed onto him to keep him close. He abided, staying right in front of your face as he looked at you with wet eyes and a tear-streaked face.

“I missed you… I didn’t… I didn’t know if… I figured you would but… you know.” He chuckled dryly. You frowned and imagined a sad Yancy, sitting behind the glass on visitation day, waiting for someone that wasn’t going to show up until the lights went out. Like Paddington in Paddington 2. That poor little bear. Yancy, your poor little bear. Well, he’s more like a hunk, isn’t he? In those terms.

Wow, that jump really fucked you up.

Never. You pulled him in for another hugged and squeezed tightly. He wheezed and giggled.

“Wow, did yous get stronger? Start workin’ out? You got a solid bear hug there.” He complimented. You basked in the compliment. You nuzzled your face into his neck. His breath hitched and you wondered if you’d crossed a line.

“Hey, I uh–” His voice cracked. Your eyebrows knitted together. You tried to pull back to look at him, but he pushed your face back into his shoulder. “No, no, let me, uh… I gotta… get ready to say something…” He cleared his throat loudly. You winced and so did he.

Ow.

“Sorry,” he apologized, petting your head. You let your eyes close and sighed. He took a breath. You waited and listened. “So… buddy…”

You hummed your acknowledgement. He sucked in a breath.

“Let’s say, hypothetically, I gots a crush. On. Someone I know. And let’s say that crush has… festered a little bit over the past few weeks. And let’s say that I applied for parole because of that person. And that I gots repeated imaginations of us living in a house together and doing stupid domestics like cleaning and cooking and kissing and cuddling and–” He cut himself off. You giggled into his shoulder. He chuckled a little as well. “Well, uh… let’s say I wanna do all that with ‘em. But I… don’t know if they wanna do those things. Some o’ the guys told me about a… ‘talkin’ stage and a… flirtin’ stage and… Iunno. I wanna tell ‘em but I… dunno how. Do I just… outright say it? Rip the bandaid off? Tear the stitches out and hope I don’t lose too much blood?” You were just a tad worried about that analogy, but you nodded slowly nonetheless. 

“Right. Yeah. That makes… yeah,” He sighed. You pulled away and looked at him. He looked very, very nervous. He was even sweating a little. You grinned a little and started wiping his forehead with your sleeve. He laughed. “Thanks. Thank yous.” You stepped back a little and waited. He wanted to say something to you. It really looked like he did. You hoped Wilford was right. About the friends to lovers. Not the 20k or slowburn. You’re done pining.

Yancy cleared his throat and you snapped out of your thoughts to look at him. He was sweating again. You stepped forward to wipe off his forehead again, but he pushed your arm away, grabbing your hand as he went. You raised your eyebrows. He looked at you, seeming to be searching in your eyes for something.

“Pal,” He started. You nodded. You weren’t actually sure if he knew your name. That might be a problem later. Not now, though. “I have… a question… to ask you…”

Yes. You nodded. He rolled his shoulders and straightened his back. He looked at you, determined.

“Do yous… want… to be… my…” He paused and pursed his lips. You tilted your head, waiting patiently. He opened and closed his mouth uselessly. You reached out to his face and took it in your hands, making him look at you. His face went a little pink as he swallowed harshly. And you waited.

“... romantic partner?” He finished with a squeak. You smiled widely and released his face. You nodded enthusiastically. He sighed. Then he giggled. Then he started laughing, punching triumphantly at the air. You watched him, endlessly entertained. Then he high-fived you.

He high-fived you.

He is your new “romantic partner” and, to celebrate, Yancy gave you a fucking high-five. 

He seemed to also realize that this may not have been the appropriate reaction because he looked at your hand and then at his own and then at your face.

“Uh…” He snickered. “Well, I, uh… that didn’t really–” You grabbed his face and kissed him. It wasn’t that dramatic of a kiss like it always was in movies, just a little kiss. Basic. Chaste and normal and nothing to get heated over.

But Yancy did get heated. Yancy stood frozen for a solid 30 seconds before his face went bright red and he sunk to the floor. You watched him cover his face with his hands and fall onto his side. You wondered if you broke him. Then, he kicked his feet and screamed into his hands. You covered your own mouth and suppressed a laugh. You waited until he calmed down a few seconds later. He slowly dropped his hands from his face and gave you an intimidating look.

“Tell no one.” He warned. You nodded. He smiled and jumped up, giving you another hug. His smile quickly fell, however. “Hang on, how yous gonna get… out?” You raised your eyebrows, not really knowing how yourself. 

Right on time, a pink wormhole appeared next to you. You and Yancy both stared at it, confused and frightened.

“Well, what are you waiting for?! Come on! I need to hear everything!” Wilford’s voice echoed through the portal. Yancy gave you a look.

“You know this guy?” He asked, seemingly of the portal itself. You shrugged and made your way to it in any case. You stopped, looking back at Yancy. He looked a little worried. Nervous. 

You brought your hands up, making a little heart directed at him. He smiled, blushing, mimicking the action. You stepped back into the portal, not taking your eyes off of your love as you went through.

[meloncalic]

“Yeah, and one more thing.

I, uh... I applied for parole.”

[mothgodofchaos]

Patches

Surprise bitches! Thought I wasn’t gonna write while I was at my grandparents’? WRONG! Here’s some Yancy. Apologies for formatting, I’m literally posting this on mobile in the car.

Yancy x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 481

For five years you kept to your promise. Every third Sunday. Eighty-six third Sundays. You’d visit for fifteen minutes at first, then it grew to longer. After the fourth one you became pen pals on top of it. You’d write to him a lot more than you could visit, work wouldn’t let you take off more than what you already agreed. But you stuck to those Sundays, wishing that they lasted longer. You didn’t know it at the time, but it’s what kept him going in prison, what made him want to apply for parole. You made him want to apply for parole. Because he realized you were worth it.

He was coming out today. You offered your place to crash until he got his own place, even though you hoped that he never did. Sure it was selfish, but you don’t want to have to go back to every third Sunday when seeing him everyday was a possibility. You pull up on his motorcycle, in his jacket that’s a little big on you. You wanted to see his reaction. His genuine reaction.

They open the gate and he runs to you, scooping you up into his arms as he spins you around. He’s free. You have your lawyer friend working on getting all his charges completely dropped. He doesn’t know yet, but so far, it’s looking promising. For now, this is surprise enough.

Yancy sets you down, and you can tell it takes a moment before it clicks as to what you’re wearing.

“Is- is that my jacket?”

“Mhm!”

“Did youse put patches on it? For me?”

“All those things you mentioned, I tried to find a patch for everything. I was hoping we could go to some of these places someday. Together.”

Yancy’s fingers trace along the patches, as he recalls all the things he told you. He can barely see the leather underneath, but your nervous smile on your face made his heart melt. He had been holding back on enacting on his feelings, not wanting to scare away the one person who cared for him outside of his cell. But what now?

He lifts you into a kiss, one that had been a long time coming. You both melt into it, holding each other tight.

“S-sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry. I love you.”

“I love youse too.”

[westanthewaterman]

Kinktober - Day 1/31

Pairing: Yancy x GN!Reader

Kink: Pet play

TW: pet play, use of a collar

Kinktober Masterlist

“Such a good boy.”

Your voice is soft in his ear and Yancy can’t help but moan, resting his head back against your shoulder. With one hand, you tilt his head to the side to allow yourself more room to mark up his neck, and, with the other, you continue to stroke slowly up and down the length of his cock. 

“Please,” he whines, “I been so good. I need more.”

“I know you do, puppy, but I just want to take it slow. It’s so much more fun when we take our time, isn’t it?”

Yancy opens his mouth to respond but cuts himself off with a broken moan, back arching at the way your hand twists over the head of his cock. 

“So responsive today, pup.”

“Please.” He bucks his hips up into your touch.

You tug on the back of the thick, leather collar wrapped around his neck, pulling his back firmly against your chest. 

“Just relax, baby. We’ve got nowhere to be. Just lay back and be a good puppy for me. Let me have my fun.”

[sleeplessinspace]

come clean - yancy x amab!reader

this one goes out to @weirdlyhornyforegos!

happy birthday, w, i hope you have an amazing day! i haven't shown our little jailbird some love yet and figured this would be a nice treat :3

warning(s): nsfw, voyeurism, oral (reader giving), orgasm denial

Is that…?

You pause in the hallway just outside of the cell you share with Yancy, tilting your head as you try to place the sound you just heard. There’s the sound of other inmates in the distance, what sounds like the beginnings of an argument between a guard and an inmate and then—

Moaning.

You flush, a little embarrassed both for yourself and Yancy, and it’s not like you hadn’t taken a little time for yourself—especially after meeting him, your eyes inexplicably drawn to the interesting lines of his tattoos over his muscled arms, the cute curl of his hair—but it had been a while since the last time and hearing this was not helping.

You should go. You were coming back to see if Yancy wanted to tag along for a game of basketball with the others and since he was obviously busy, he should definitely just…

“Nnh—f-fuck, boss…”

You need to go.

“Hah, shit, baby, you look so g-good—fuck!”

You need to leave, now.

But…

You were a little…curious. You’d caught Yancy eyeing you from time to time, obviously when he thought you weren’t looking, and the few times that your eyes met, there was this tension. Either you or he would break eye contact the second it started to build, so nothing ever came of it, but it was there. He clearly liked you—shit, he liked you well enough to jack off to fantasies about you while you were gone, in a cell that both of you shared—and you…

Fuck it, you kinda wanted to watch. You could always apologize later, right? He’d forgive you… probably.

You stepped carefully towards the edge cell, glad that you'd come from the left entrance and were effectively in a blind spot from the view of the bunk bed. Ears hot and an even hotter feeling beginning to pool in your gut as your own cock filled out in your pants, you peek around the corner slowly.

He's on your bunk.

You bite down on a groan, watching Yancy grind against—fuck, yup, that was one of your pillows, he was rubbing precum into your fucking pillowcase, why was this turning you on—your bed and you glance down the hall, finding it empty as the distant fight gets a tad louder.

The guards were probably handling that. Which meant there wouldn't be anyone coming this way for a little while...

"Shhh-shit, baby, please, please lemme cum in your mouth, wanna w-watch it drip on ya face—fuck!”

God, you never would've pegged Yancy to be so...

Desperate.

Licking your lips, you moved to lean against the bars of the cell as Yancy started to stroke himself faster, getting close to his end.

"If you cum in my mouth, how're you gonna get it on my face, Yance?" you call out to him and can’t help but grin a little as he jerks at the sound of your voice, flipping around and hiding himself away beneath a pillow in one quick motion. The same pillow he was grinding against, you notice, and your smile grows a bit meaner.

He doesn’t get to his feet and won’t quite meet your eyes either. “Y/N! Shit, I thought youse was busy w-with, w-with uh, Tiny and ‘em…”

“Uh-huh. Busy.”

“Ay, don’t gimme that look, I thought I had more t-time…” Yancy trails off as you step into the cell, making sure to let the door fall closed quietly behind you. Wouldn’t want anyone to come back too early, after all. “You ain’t mad, right, boss? Fuck, this is your bed, I’m sor—”

He moves to get up and you step close enough to shove him back down, tossing your pillow to the side as well. “I’m not mad at you, Yancy,” you whisper and relish in the little moan Yancy makes when you drop to your knees, reaching over to tease at the wet fabric of his prison joggers over his cock. You thumb against the slit of his cock and smile, enjoying the way he seemed to be so quiet now that you were here.

“You were saying something about cumming in my mouth earlier…”

Yancy groans, throwing his head back as his hips start to rock up into your touch, still teasing him through his pants. “G-god, ya gonna kill me wit’ that look, boss, shit,” he pants and when he glances back at you, you dip your head to suck at his cock through the fabric, a slight tang against your tongue. “Fff—fuckin’ shit, baby, stop, stop, stop I don’t wanna—”

“I thought you wanted to cum in my mouth? Or was it on my face?”

“N-not, not yet,” he reaches down as if to put a hand in your hair and you let him with a little grin, going along with it when he eases your head back to catch his breath. “Don’t wanna cum yet.”

While he recovers, you tug his pants down a little, just enough for his cock to get free. He’s a mess, the length of him covered in shiny precum and your mouth waters a little at the sight.

“You get really wet, huh, Yance?” you murmur, wrapping your hand around the width of him and stroke upwards slowly, the slide of it made easy by Yancy’s precum. “It’s cute.”

“Sh-shut u—uhfuck—!”

You were going to get a bit of an ego with how Yancy was reacting to your touch, and now your mouth enveloping his cock, burying the wet length in the warmth of your mouth. Part of you was even starting to enjoy the taste of him—shit, hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me.

You reach down to your joggers to palm at your own cock as Yancy’s brushes against the back of your throat, the two of you moaning in unison when his hips jerk forward, just enough to choke you a little.

“Hah, boss, you look so fuckin’ good down there, shit, I don’t wanna cum yet, I don’t—” Yancy begs and—yeah, you really liked the sound of him like this—you ease off of him, his cock sliding out with a low, wet noise. He squirms again, the motion looking similar to how he looked when he was about to come earlier and you can’t have that.

You slide your hand down to the base of his cock and squeeze, just hard enough to suppress what was very likely his orgasm. His cock pulses under your touch and you let him go after you're sure he won’t come on your face—there was time for that next time, you wanted him in your mouth—instead reaching down to shove the hem of your joggers and underwear just beneath your balls, your cock now out for you to stroke freely. You’ve hardly touched yourself since you first heard him moaning so you go slow and press your forehead against Yancy’s thigh.

“Are you edging yourself, baby?” you ask, a little enraptured at the sight of him denying himself, one of his hands gripping at the bars of the top bunk while the other spasmed against his side. “Don’t you want to cum down my throat?”

“Sh-shit, don’ talk like that, boss, ‘m barely holdin’ on right now,” Yancy gasps and you lean up to lick at the underside of his shaft, smirking when he grunts, the hand at his side flying out to hold your head back, his fingers tangling tight in your hair. “D-Don’t.”

You smile.

“Make me, pretty boy.”

[kingofmeatballs]

you know

your crown would probably be confiscated when you enter the penitentiary

you ain't no king

.

but, you're a king in yancy's heart

I would steal it back someday tho

[lounaticm]

Yancy (AHWM) as a Siren