How do Yanderes feel about penetration? More than anything, vaginal or anal penetration 🤔
The question emoji LOL, makes me think I'm writing something smart and not smut. Let's get straight to the point.
The only one who I imagine would beg, beg, beg to fuck you in the ass is Loser! Yandere. He'd be like, "just the tip! we don't have to go all the way..." to "pleaaaaase, can I put the whole thing in? Please? Please? Plea—"
Masochist! Yandere and Clumsy! Yandere are more into fingering and oral. One has a bit of an oral fixation and loves the taste of you and gets off when you tug his head closer (I can see him randomly fingering you anally to surprise you tho); the other would faint of coming too hard if he were inside you + doesn't believe he deserves that privilege + likes servicing you on his knees + will only use his fingers if he has permission
Tsundere! Darling and Sub! Kidnapper are more into vaginal. There's nothing better than becoming one with their beloved. The ultimate way to make love, in their opinion. Afterwards, one becomes oddly clingy while cuddling you to a nap; the other pushes his fluids back in with a wide smile.
Crybaby! Yandere and Popular! Yandere enjoy no penetration. Dry humping is the best way to get them off. The first boy is insecure about his body and the second is way too impatient. Both too busy holding your hands and exchanging spit with you to take any clothes off. But really, deep down, they're nervous about going further.
What aboutttt like how vocal the yans areeee :33 how loud they get duringggg makeouts andd yesyeys
Yessss! Order from the quietest to the loudest~
Tsundere! Darling: you can tell from his face he holds back the sounds; shaky breaths is the most you get during makeouts; doesn't want to show vulnerability or get annoyingly teased; that is until he's climaxing, then you hear a stream of groans; choking him will make it difficult for him to keep quiet
Sub! Kidnapper: since he's more focused on your pleasure, he tends to be on the quiet side; he wants to listen to your happy noises—putting his ear next to your mouth—but that doesn't mean he doesn't let out soft whines here and there; his whining really is a sharp contrast to his personality
Popular! Yandere: louder than he should be; mostly muffled noises because he's violently attacking your mouth; pretty moans, not ashamed to show you how good you're making him feel; pettily complains about things you did—like not looking at him enough or complimenting him enough—so you have to make it up with kisses
Masochist! Yandere: in the middle leaning towards loud; fake high-pitch moans to get on your nerves; and when you take hurting him seriously—cute gasps and ecstatic sighs; more talkative/touchy than the last two; knows how to voice your name in a sugary, sultry tone, fondle the sensitive parts of your body, and steal your heart
Crybaby! Yandere: obviously his noises are sniffles or whimpers or sobs—he just can't help but cry out of pleasure; closes his eyes and sheds more tears the longer it goes; lewdest expressions, like you can tell he's so out of it, floating dizzily on clouds; he pouts, so adorable, please praise him and caress him some more
Loser! Yandere: quite a talker and soso very touchy; less noises than the boy before him, but A LOT louder; he loves to hug you 24/7, no exceptions for makeouts; long, whiny moans and random fan boy like squeals when he pulls away and realizes you're together; uses his tongue too much; he likes to lick you a lot for some reason
Clumsy! Yandere: has a girlish scream; you always have to block his mouth with how vocal he's being; moans at tiny gestures, so imagine just how loud he gets when you're intimate; super flustered—can barely form words; won't kiss back/hands to himself unless you instruct otherwise; excessively drools, his saliva sticking everywhere
“Nngh, please… Hah! I wanna come… Let me finish—please, please! Mmh, angel, I can't take any more of this… Have some m—mercy...”
Your sorry excuse of a kidnapper moaned for mercy. Dizzy and sticky with sweat after all the different times you held him back from release. Your pelvis thrusting in his hole, grabbing his hair as leverage, your other hand spanking him whenever you felt like.
His neck glittered with your bite marks and hickeys, his torso even worse. All of your affection drowned him until it was way too hard to breathe—fingers squeezing his throat until his head emptied—pathetically muttering incoherent pleas into the pillow.
He was on all fours, facing the wall, lubbed up for the head of your strap pushed deep inside his asshole. Your spit rolled down his cheek, and his eyes rolled up in response, staying at the back of his head while you abused his poor cock. Hand angrily pumping every last drop of white seed left in him. He didn't even get a chance to tell you he was bursting.
Your breasts against his back, hips pushing into his ass, pegging the tight hole. Sending deep waves of pleasure through his body, his mouth snapped open to cry out, spit dripping on the sheets along with the milky fluid of come. Whimpering your name like a prayer.
"Mmgh... T-thank you so much. I hope you got all your anger out... R-right? W-wait—!"
The blood flowed to his swollen prostate as you continued thrusting the strap inside. Hissing when you rubbed a thumb over the dirty, overstimulated head of his shaft. Your other hand tangled in his straight hair, tugging, pulling relentlessly, unforgivingly. Still not satisfied with the punishment you bestowed.
"Eep!" A harsh slap landed on his red bottom, earning a yelp from him. Erect yet again, ready for more torturous edging. He grabbed onto the bed's headboard tighter, tears cooling his feverish skin. Painfully squeezing around the fake dick, moving and squirming, trying to find some sort of relief from your cruelty.
“Ahnn, it hurtssss. I didn't think you'd use me, mmh, so rough…! For our first time too…”
“You’re being such a good boy. Do you want me to stop?” You already knew the answer, yet you asked. Not out of concern but as a way to tease him. You already established a word if it truly gets uncomfortable for him.
Ah, wasn't it nice? Acting like a real couple despite the situation. It made you want to spank him a few more times. His flesh turning scarlet, flinching, his thighs shaking.
“Aaah! No! No… Please don't… Keep making love to me. Keep paying attention to me. Please… I'm yours. I just want to change positions; is that alright?” He flipped to his back at your approval and shifted closer to you.
Helping you throw the toy away and instead lowering your panties impatiently. Distracting himself by licking your fingers clean. “My—My punishment is over, right? I can have you?”
“O…okay?” Although you were planning on continuing for another round like that, you weren't really taking this seriously, focusing more on his enjoyment.
He always serviced you with his kindness and thoughtfulness—making your memorized favorite meals, keeping your new home clean, or buying you whatever you wanted. (You didn't dare to ask how he made his money.)
You felt like you owed him an experience he fantasized about. It was a bit silly—punishing him as if he felt any remorse when capturing you. Transferring all your stuff to his mansion and acting like he was saving you from something, an angel there to rescue you from your miserable, boring life.
The perfect guy that was messed up in the head. How did you end up capturing his heart? You'd never understand.
His eyes glistened when he saw the wetness pooling on the fabric of your underwear. “I'm so happy. All those times I spent watching you through hidden cameras or following you in secret… Now I have you here by my side! Ah, it's perfect. You make every day better. I'd do anything to make you feel as lucky as you made me feel.”
“Um…” You tried to ignore his creepiness and think more about the feeling. Still unsure how to reply when he got that dangerous glint in his eyes. Your stomach twisted, your brain a bit fuzzy—he cupped your face in his hands, eyes turning to hearts as a cheerful smile stretched on his face.
“Please never leave me. Without you, I'm nothing. Please… I know you understand. My heart won't take any more rejections. It's already so close to breaking into a million pieces. So please, please, let me have you again tonight without you resisting…”
You ran your fingers through his hair, fixing it, soothing it. Imagining how fast his heart rate might be. He looked undeniably cute when he pouted up at you. “Well… okay.”
“I love you… I love you a lot.” His lips pressed against yours in a heated kiss. Tongue pushing in to caress yours, whimpering at the familiar feeling. He seemed to lose all his self-control—pulling you down on the bed with him, undressing whatever was left of your clothes.
His naked form molded with yours. Sinking himself deep into your entrance easily, whispering your name in your ear. He embraced you tightly. Calling you his angel, which didn't make any sense to you.
“You must be tired from all that; why don't you let me take care of you now? Your soon-to-be husband. I'll be the best spouse! We're gonna have an amazing life together… Hah… I'm sosososo excited! I've been planning our lonely wedding since our first conversation.”
“I feel like we should talk about the past more—!” Your lips were attacked with his again and again, hips thrusting with rhythm. His hands holding your chest, fingers rubbing your nipples in circles, trying to maximize your euphoria.
He put his ear next to your mouth, listening to your noises. The groans he caused. His smile widening. “My turn. Let me repay you for alllll these marks… Make you feel so full and warm. I like that much better. Come to think of it… I should get some vibrators for you.”
“Wait—” He ignored your sudden protest and bit into the sensitive skin of your collarbone. Starting to mark you up with harsher, more enthusiastic sucks on your neck.
All while he messaged your boobs and pushed his cock in and out your puffy pussy lips, whispering seductively in your ear, “becoming one with you… it's the best feeling in the world… I'm so glad I found you… Let's finish together, okay?”
“Ahh… Fuck! Just slow down a bit…” Your eyes bore into his, mouth agape as he slowed his pace, emphasizing each shove to your hole instead. You thought this time would be about him, but it seemed like he got ecstasy from worshipping you and your body more than anything else.
One of his hands reached down to play with your clit, rubbing it sweetly, trying to earn more sounds.
“Do you love me yet? Mmh? Tell me what I need to do… Please. Ah, I want to make you happy… I want to hear those words so badly. Y'know I won't stop giving you pleasure until you admit it. Admit you feel something for me. Please, please, please!”
It felt as if you had no choice left but to agree. Your freedom merely an illusion. The suffocating hold he had on you never ceasing. Perhaps with time and trust, you could train him and lessen the possessiveness. Or perhaps not.
You swallowed when he started moving impatiently again, waiting for an answer. “Okay, okay… Yes, I… nngh… I l-love you too.”
He smiled with joy. “Thank you… You don't know what that does to me. Ah, fuck, I'm gonna finish… Are you close too angel? Yeah? We're gonna do this lots more. The two of us bonded forever and ever and ever!”
His hot come poured inside you, triggering your release as well. Lips not leaving yours for a good few minutes.
He panted, hot breath exchanged between you two. You felt exhausted. Your body tangled with his, turning to the side. He stroked your face lovingly, eyes taking in your expression. Inhaling the breath you exhaled.
“I'll never let anything come between us. That's a promise, angel. Now, should I get the bath ready for us? Then I'll make you something delicious and healthy. Please let me take care of you…”
Great question, lovely anon. I want their age to be relative to the reader's age. Some ought to be older, and some ought to be younger (not less than 18 obvi). So I went ahead with giving the reader an age of 26 in theory.
Sub! Kidnapper = 33 years old. At least 4 years older and "wiser." Has some type of profession in healthcare and studied longer than the other yans. He knows so much about taking care of you...
Crybaby! Yandere = 29 years old. At least 3 years older. An office job (techy/mathy) that he's been holding after getting his degree. He's smart if you look past his snot-covered sleeves :(
Masochist! Yandere = ?? years old. Not telling you! Thinks mystery keeps the romance alive~ That goes for his job, education, or literally any personal info. (His ID says 27, around a few months older.)
Clumsy! Yandere = 25 years old. At least few months younger. Writer-like job but gets in trouble for a "gross & disturbing" piece. A-are you hiring? He can be your dog for free...?!
Popular! Yandere = 24 years old. At least a year younger. Studying something business-y or law-y to follow the family tradition. He looks really good in a suit; well, he looks good in everything~
Tsundere! Darling = 22 years old. At least 2 years younger. Graduated early to stop having to deal with people. Unemployed with a useless degree. Would have a job in academia if he wasn't kidnapped... and lazy :P
Loser! Yandere = 21 years old. Youngest, at least 4 years younger. A streamer that sucks ass at games, but at least he's funny, riGHT?!?! Would be bored to death doing anything else, so comfort him by licking his tears away.
What would happen if the darling/MC pegged the yanderes? How would they react? 😋
I got a few asks about this! Here are some other parts I already wrote for Masochist! Yandere and Sub! Kidnapper. And I included the positions :))
Loser! Yandere - Standing
"Mmh, can't take it n'more..." His palms were lying flat on the wall. A long, drawn-out moan falling from his lips when you didn't show him mercy and kept the quick pace. It was evident his body had grown weak, barely able to hold himself up.
"Need I remind you who suggested this in the first place?" You forced him closer to the wall. Fingers tugging his hair, simply making him do what he had proposed before. He whined about the pain, yet it was clear he enjoyed your harshness.
"Yeah, bad idea. You're always right. I should've listened to you 'cause I can't feel my stupid knees anymore... Fuuuck~"
Another hand grasped his waist, your hips pointing up. Bringing him towards the strap-on, taking it fully in. His back arched, mouth agaped, a whimper as you seemed to hit his prostate deeper this time. Getting him to climax without expecting it.
Sound of liquid hitting the floor echoed through the silence. A pause as you both looked down at the puddle that has been forming for the past couple of rounds.
"It's only been five minutes, and you came like... three times now. It's impressive, actually. How much of a loser can you be?"
A pout appeared on his lips. Though the corners of his mouth turned upward into a smile, a tired giggle. Arms wrapped around you as he turned around. Dicks rubbing against each other while he squeezed you tight. Basically leaning all his body weight on you.
Looks like it was up to you to clean up the mess on the ground...
Sub! Kidnapper - Doggystyle
You had him face down, ass up. Folding his tall body in half while you stuffed his hole with a strap-on. The sound of his moans awfully quieter than during your other lovemaking sessions. Especially since the last time you used pegging as 'punishment', he was more vocal.
"Does it not feel good?" You spoke up as to make sure this was actually pleasurable for him. Hand rubbing his wrists, the ones he held behind him, clasped together for you to hold. By this point, you stopped all lower body motions, pulling out and watching the gaping hole, clenching around nothing.
"No, it's not that." He slowly reassured you. Breathing out a sigh. The problem appeared to be from elsewhere. "I just... don't want to be the only one feeling good. I want to pleasure you instead, angel. Make you feel really good, so then you'll finally realize I'm perfect for you! I can make you happy..."
"I am happy. I'm happy when I know I can help you de-stress. You take care of everything; why not indulge in this?"
He went quiet. Face hiding away from you into the pillow. It would take more than a sentence or two to change his mind. After all, this was going against the beliefs in his twisted mind. You never had any control in this relationship.
"C'mon, who's my good boy?" You stroke the back of his head. Brushing his hair between your fingers as you sat by his side.
Perking up, he pulled himself together to look at you. Happy at the praise. "Me. I'm your good boy. And I'm a good spouse too. Let's get rid of this... and I'll make sure you won't be able to walk tommorrow~"
Masochist! Yandere - Reverse Cowboy
"Are you even looking at me?!?" He whined as he turned back to see you still on your phone. Immensely disappointed. Breathing out a fake, deep sigh as you didn't even bother to respond. "Come on, pleeeeease~!!!"
He dressed up cutely like many times before. A short skirt, thigh-high socks, an oversized t-shirt—matching with the purple strap-on he was bouncing on. Yet it apparently wasn't enough to ease your anger.
Sure, he did promise to do the dishes. And maybe you ended up having to do them. But that was no good reason why you would suggest a pegging session, get him all pretty and dolled up, only to go on your device and ignore him...
He shifted on your lap. "You're missing the show, y'know~ Mmh, why dontcha lift up my skirt and watch the hot scenery in front of you? I'd describe it, though it's best to see it for yourself, hehe~"
"Busy." You briefly answered. Disinterested. Disengaged. Knowing that would certainly get under his skin. It did.
He started riding the toy faster. Moving your body with the force of his. Colored nails digging into the skin of the couch. Getting himself off was not as fun, but it would do. Since you were neglecting him, that meant he could do whatever, right?
How fun of you to play dirty. His high-pitched moans cut off suddenly into tiny chuckles. "What a bad boy I've been. I'm so sorry, miss. I'll stop being such a brat. I'll even be on dish duty for one whole week. Now, would you lift up my skirt, pretty please?"
Crybaby! Yandere - Missionary
"Ahn..." His eyes closed in ecstasy. The pleasure felt overwhelming. Not only from getting to knead your breasts while your body was on top of his, but also from your strap-on. Grazing his prostate with nice, gentle thrusts.
"My pretty baby boy has been behaving so well. Such a good boy. A very, very good boy for mommy, isn't that right, sweet thing?"
As he heard the words you spoke, the sweet nothings, tears poured down his face faster. Legs around your waist meeting together to lock you in. Bringing your bodies closer, feeling the toy pushing deeper inside of him. His arms also moved to help, wrapping around your neck to bring your face down towards his. Feeling his cock twitch between you.
Understanding the gesture, you shared a passionate kiss. Tongues tangled for a good minute. A string of saliva when you pulled away for a breath.
"M-mommy, do you... hic... still l-love me? Please, p-pleaase tell me you do... hic." He pitifully begged. Brain all fuzzy as you decided to speed up faster. Part of his shirt riding up due to the force. "Mmh... mommy~!"
The bed creaked to accompany his moans. Your hands on either side of him, fisting the sheets. Desperate and insecure pleas died down as you moved your hips forward quicker. Taking a long lick of the salty liquid dripping from his tightly shut eyes. A whimper when he felt the sensation on his cheeks. Cold on his flushed, burning cheeks.
"Ahh... I love you, baby. I love you a lot." You placed a peck on his forehead. "Now come for me, sweetie. Come for mommy...~"
Clumsy! Yandere - Prone
The fingers fisting his hair placed more pressure. Face squished into the pillow due to your cruel grip. Drowning out the noises, well, trying to. The shouts of pleasure could only be lowered, as with every climax, they ccontinued to grow louder and louder.
"Will you shut the fuck up?!? The whole fucking neighborhood can hear you! We're gonna get noise complaints because of your sorry ass. Do you understand that freak?"
You tightened your hold, tugging at his locks to raise his head. He knew you were demanding an answer. But all he could muster up was yet another lewd moan.
Tongue lolled out while drool continued to drip down his mouth. Your other hand landing an extra harsh strike to his red, beaten ass. "M-mmgh~ Ah, ahh, ahhh~"
His brain was too blissed out to utter a word. Not even having the strength to plead. The insults he loved so much only added to the fuzziness. Your strap-on was hitting deep inside him, rough—so, so rough. It had his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
"Can't even talk anymore, can ya? Fuckin' pathetic. I'm making you lick your own come if you stain my sheets, do you understand that, you fucking mutt?"
"Nn-nngh, ahhhhh!!!"
More liquid was added to the pool of white below him. He never lasted for more than a minute. His crushed dick still begged for more despite the many times he had already finished. He truly couldn't get enough of this amazing heaven. And you couldn't get enough of his high-pitched screams.
Popular! Yandere - Cowboy
"Is this idea really to your liking?" He tilted his head. Everything in his tone was pleading for assurance that he had captured your attention for once in this relationship.
He would do anything to grow closer to you. If it means taking a stupid sex toy up his ass, then fine!
You nodded, lying down on the bed comfortably, just enjoying the eye candy straddling you. The dreamy sight of his naked form—lighting hitting his abs, bulge in his boxers, half-lidded eyes boring into yours. How was he so perfect?
"Mhmm. I feel like you're stalling, though..."
You had been making out for the past ten minutes with no sign of him being ready. The strap-on and the lube waiting on the side to be used. He gave them a side-eye, uncharacteristically nervous. Never expecting to be doing something like this....
"We don't, like, have to do it if you—" Not letting you finish that sentence, he captured your lips with a forceful kiss. In a way to keep the disappointment from sinking in.
Hands wrapped around your wrists, guiding your palms to his chest. Knowing you were eyeing that part of his body the most today. A pleased smile against your mouth when your fingers gripped onto the skin. Voice lowered to a whisper as he panted in your ear.
"I'm going to ride this thing until you're satisfied. All I ask in return is that you have your eyes on me. It's a fair deal, yes? Please?"
Tsundere! Yandere - Spooning
Having someone to embrace was a wonderful thing. You have been craving the sensation of skin-to-skin contact for a while. Finally getting to spend the evening the way you imagined—big spooning your beloved while a strap-on was inside him.
It almost made you giggle. The way goosebumps appeared on his skin when you traced his arm, or how his hand tightened around the remote each time a thrust hit his prostate. All it took was a simple bargain of more TV time for him to agree. Impressing you with how easy he was.
You were taking your time, pushing your hips against his ass in the most slow, torturous manner. Waiting for him to stop pretending he cares about the movie and finally beg you to properly fuck him.
Of course he had to be utterly stubborn.
"Can you not move so much? I can't focus with all the noise." He complained about the gentle rustling of the sheets. The tone of his voice seemed quite frustrated. Perhaps because of how you were having fun with him.
"Are you sure it's not actually because of..." You shoved the toy harder inside him, catching him by surprise. A sharp gasp involuntarily escaped. "...something else?"
"Ughhh, fuck you." He was so adorable when he whined. Face covered in embarrassment. It made you want to pin down his wrists and pepper kisses all over!
You laughed at the middle finger he showed you, cooing a gentle reminder. "You're the one getting fucked, doll."
"...shush, I'm trying to watch. Haaa... Creepo." As he continued to act indifferent, the teasing carried on.
Unhinged freaky question so please forgive me 👀 but how would all the OCs react to girlie giving them a foot job? (Stroking their dicks with her feet) Especially if it’s at a bad time like having dinner with the OCs parents? 🤭
I wrote it as in they went out for dinner instead of a home-cooked meal. Not specific to friends or family, random order, kidnappings didn't happen, blah blah blah. Let's get to it~!
Clumsy! Yandere moans. So incredibly loudly that it turns the heads of everyone around you. He clasps his mouth shut and drops his head in shame. A puppy afraid his owner is going to hate him even more now. You excuse it as him having stomach pain, hence why he also won't be eating. It's really just an excuse because if he were to pick up anything while in this nervous state, the whole place would turn into a disaster within seconds.
Sub! Kidnapper feels as if it's a cue that you need relief this instant!!!! Suddenly, he's claiming he forgot his wallet in the car and needs your help to find it. When you get there, you're shoved in the backseat with your legs spread. He gets rid of any pent-up desires swiftly. Even though he always likes taking his time pleasing you. To make up for the wait, he pays for everyone's meal, like a gentleman who buys people's affection.
Masochist! Yandere actually does that to you a lot whenever you go outside together. If you beat him to it, he opens his legs for better access. A normal, typical smirk on his face. No sounds, no movement—nope, absolutely nothing. Very good at pretending it doesn't affect him, to the point that you question whether you're doing this right. When it's time to leave, he's dragging you to the women's washroom or the backseats of your car and forcing you to fuck him.
Tsundere! Darling is glaring daggers at you. He didn't want to go outside in the first place, and you just had to drag him out here. A promise of good food he couldn't refuse. Now, you tease him under the table. How evil can you be? He keeps his mouth tightly shut, allowing you to continue. It's uncomfortable for him to be out in public, but this certainly helps the situation. Your attention to him causing a pleasant twist in his stomach.
Loser! Yandere bites his lip. Making everyone around concerned about his well-being. His ability to act or hide his feelings is appalling. Even so, he thinks he's doing a good job of hiding that something is happening. You have to stop right away, ensure that he doesn't embarrass you both. Burying his face in your neck, peppering kisses all over. Muttering apologies a lot afterwards. He can't help it. He's an overly expressive guy! And being touched by you feels extremely good.
Crybaby! Yandere is wiping his eyes while you think about the idea of touching him with your foot under the table. Imagining how cute he'd whimper. Eyes shutting close while he cries those yummy salty tears. But then, you realize that he already finds it difficult to interact with people, and the humiliation of what could happen would be too much for his frail self to handle. You hold his hand instead, squeezing it to reassure him he's doing well.
Popular! Yandere is pushing your leg off him. Annoyed at your attempt to tease him. He has an image to keep. You very well know that. The perfect boy with the fake smile that has anyone convinced. It's the way he's done it all these years. Yet... you are the reason why he actually feels things now. So, he lets you do whatever you please. Grabbing your ankle, rubbing it gently as he continues conversing. But when it's too much, he's stopping you.
bathing with the yanderes👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀plssss👀👀👀I beg yewww👀👀👀
Loser! Yandere
"Look what I've got from Amazonnn~! Paw Patrol 6-pack cucumber melon scented bath bombs. Oh, oh, these pirate rubber ducks too. Is this gonna be so much fun or what?"
He yaps about the show—how his favorite character is definitely Marshall and oh, have you heard about the dark theories of the fandom? He'll tell you all about it!
Sub! Kidnapper
"Isn't this relaxing, hm? What did I tell you? You should listen to your spouse. Well, soon-to-be... I'll take care of you forever."
He massages your shoulders thoroughly. Embracing you from behind after he's satisfied with his work. Whispers of loving, sweet nothings humming in your ear. Simply sit back and let him purify you from the world.
Masochist! Yandere
"What's that look for? I take my hygiene very seriously. Mmh, pass me the pink bottle. Nono, the other one."
He knows you're expecting him to start the dirty talk and have sex with you the second you sink into the warm bath. That's what he typically does. So imagine the surprise when he just starts washing his body.
Crybaby! Yandere
"Sniff. I feel so sleepy like this. Mmh... Please don't ever abandon me. Always hug me... please... please..."
He's dressed in two-piece swimwear. The clothing rather tight on his body and, ahem, regions. His face is nuzzled in your neck while you listen to his soft breathing, hands petting and stroking him softly. He really fell asleep like this...
Clumsy! Yandere
"I'm not o-one to question m-master's decisions, yet I can't h-help but a-ask if it would be o-okay for me to s-simply... watch?"
He's accident-prone, quite afraid you'd get hurt due to him being a klutz. Staring while you bathe, with hearts in his eyes and a dreamy sigh, trousers tight. Do remind him not to collect the hair.
Popular! Yandere
"Good, you smell awful. Wait... Hold that thought, darling. I have to do something first so please wait."
He creates a romantic setting in the tub. Candle lights, rose petals, a low hum of music—impressive for how little time he had to prepare for this. As you settle in the water, he begins violently making out with you.
Tsundere! Yandere
"Do we have to? Ughhh, do you even properly maintain your tub? Since you should know regular cleaning is... Blah, blah, blah."
He sits there with his arms crossed and an embarrassed sigh. Thanks to the fact that he is sitting in here with another person, naked. The water feels nice, though—something he eventually has to admit. Now wash his hair!
Finally, someone who gets it! Guys in girls' clothing is a necessity of life.
Who definitely cross-dresses (before you): Masochist! Yandere is a femboy who's not afraid to wear skirts and dresses in public. Totally an "idgaf" person. Loves experimenting with different styles, as he gets bored of one thing quickly. He gets a lot of attention from everyone; that's why during your private playtime, he wants you to degrade him with words like "slut" and "whore." Loser! Yandere is the type to do whatever chat tells him to do; he's a slave to them. If they say, "wear the anime-schoolgirl cosplay UwU," well, twenty dollars is twenty dollars!!! Also, he looks cute in it, plus it feels freeing in his groin region (yeah he is not putting on underwear). Please approve of him too!!!
Who gets into cross-dressing (for your eyes only): Popular! Yandere wears a dress if your favorite character wears one or if your recent interest is about it. He did grow up with this strict view of masculinity, but all his logic is out the window—he's super desperate for you; just look at him already! I can imagine forced feminization on Tsundere! Darling since he's yours to use. Like a little doll, you dress him up then put makeup on his face. He's going to be so embarrassed and cutely whiny about it when you praise him! I can see a similar thing for Clumsy! Yandere. Like picture putting him in a short dress—he's tripping from nerves, ending up in a position that's far too revealing to be appropriate. Watch as he tries to get up, only for you to step on his face and demand him to spread his legs.
Who cross-dresses once in a while (for your eyes only): Crybaby! Yandere likes looking pretty for you. Pretty things are kept; pretty things are not discarded. He regularly steals your clothes and wears them to have your scent with him. Making it feel like you're here when you're gone, which is why seeing him in your dress, all prettied up, is not that unusual. Sub! Kidnapper does whatever you ask of him—anything to make you happy. I can imagine him cleaning around the house in a maid outfit, servicing you, smiling politely like he's your actual servant. Imagine him cooking food in nothing but an apron. You catch him doing this once because he overslept from your lovemaking, rushing to prepare your food before you get out of bed.
