Yang‘s head is gonna explode from Yin slamming a magic imbedded rock against it.
It’s basically a representation of Cain and Abel (as I like to combine mythologies, but also deviate a bit in order to have it fit.)
I wanted to represent how teenagers can easily be manipulated when lacking the self-esteem adults believe teenagers have (shown by Ink talking to Yin and convincing the boy that Yang deserves what’s coming.)
But also show that Yin felt neglected, hated even. (Pushed by how many animals have died on his watch, he doesn’t understand he is naturally balancing death. He disassociated when Ccino‘s newest kitten died because he couldn’t process why this always happened to him and began to believe Reaper cursed him.)
Yang is shown as happy Go luck, naive even. To the point that Yin starts to hate that, even once making a comment asking why he had to be the mature one.
Yang himself deals with issues, which is why Reaper was focused on getting Yang to regulate himself.
But Yin was so down about it, Ink saw that as prime story material while on the red vial.
Ink had given Yin that magic imbedded rock to get the story moving along, knowing he would be able to feign ignorance so easy.
Now Yin is in a bad state mentally, given a weapon, staring down at his brother who is not protected in anyway by himself or Reaper.
Those Unreachable Stars: A Yanderetale Story (part 34)
WARNING: All parts of this fanfic will be tagged NSFW even if they do not contain NSFW content because the overall theme of Yanderetale is NSFW.
Contains: some sexual content, some sexual language, blowjob (mention), handjob (mention), possessive behavior, rough sex (mention)
Sans had the brazen nerve to act nonplussed when I confronted him about the situation after work that day, as if he planned to pick me up and I surprised him by showing up at his sentry station instead, as if he hadn’t been avoiding me for days. I wasn’t upset because he was dating someone, I lied, or even that he hadn’t told me that he was dating someone (another lie). I didn’t even care that I found out when his new boyfriend showed up at Muffett’s to pick up his medicine because Cap turned out to be an absolutely adorable angel (kind of a lie). The thing that truly bothered me was that Sans abruptly stopped showing up to walk me home.
Sans let me worry about him. Sans made me feel like I’d been forgotten. Sure, learning that his new love interest took up so much of his time that he couldn’t spare me so much as a hello would hurt, but at least I would know where we stood. At least I would know that nothing bad had happened to him.
By the time I completed my tirade, tears gathered at the corners of my eyes, too many to hide, and soon they ran down cheeks reddened by embarrassment at shedding them.
“aww, don’t cry,” Sans comforted me despite the fact that I directly blamed him for my sadness.
I sniffled, but continued crying anyway. “Cap invited me to come over, but why would I want to hang out somewhere that I’m not even wanted?”
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He froze, mind whirling. Did Vasi remember what YanYan had done to her? Did she blame him for not stopping YanYan? How could she be so cool and collected about it?
“how do you know he doesn’t want you there?” he hedged, fishing for information.
“I meant you,” Vasi shouted at him, still crying. He wanted to brush the tears away, to make it all better, but he doubted she wanted his consolation. “Why would Cap invite me to the house if he didn’t want me there?” Vasilia’s golden eyes radiated a mixture of SOUL-deep pain and sincere confusion. She thought he was talking about Cap, and he didn’t correct her.
What she didn’t remember couldn’t hurt her.
“we’re doin’ a movie night on friday,” Brassberry offered the information like a white flag of surrender though he never admitted any wrongdoing. “maybe you’d like to join us? it’ll be just like old times…” He paused, then added. “i miss you, Vasi.”
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Sans told me he missed me, but he never once showed it. Honestly though? I missed him too and the time we used to spend together. I wanted to stay angry, I really did. He deserved it. I also wanted to storm off, but I’m just not the confrontational type. The raw emotion drained out of me, and I gave in.
Maybe a friendship could work between us. It involved me letting go of my feelings for Sans and accepting his new relationship, and it started with a simple step.
“I’ll be there.”
(Later):
Casual or cute? I asked myself for the millionth time, staring at practically every clothing item I owned laid out on my bed. Kigurumis were traditional for movie nights, but the last thing I wanted to do was traipse through Snowdin in a panda onesie. Besides, I didn’t own a kigurumi, not anymore. Kigurumis were something you wore with friends, and I lived alone. In the end, I decided on casual, throwing on an oversized sweater and some yoga pants, my go-to outfit for lounging around the house. I would just be lounging around a different house tonight.
A short brisk walk through the snow-kissed streets of Snowdin led me to Sans’ front door. I raised a hand to knock, but I never got a chance. The door flew open, and Cap scooped me up (off my feet!) into a bone-crushing hug that left me feeling winded but warmly welcomed. I gasped for breath as Cap deposited me onto the couch then shouted at the ceiling for Sans to hurry up.
Two sets of footsteps echoed in the stairwell. Nobody ever accused Sans of moving quietly, and he descended the stairs accompanied by the sound of his characteristic stomp. Lighter footfalls followed behind him. YanYan. I hoped that the elegant skeleton had forgotten his animosity towards me, but as soon as I came into view, his sockets narrowed dangerously. He turned to Sans.
“WE’LL DISCUSS THIS LATER,” he hissed. Apparently his future destination took priority over driving me from the house like a one-skeleton angry mob, brandishing a pitchfork in one hand and a torch in the other. He swept imperiously out the door without further comment, and Sans joined us on the couch.
Cap scooted over to make room for his boyfriend, squishing me against the armrest of the couch. Sans grabbed the television remote and sank into the cushions next to Cap, who spread his arms like generous wings across the backrest of the sofa to encompass both of us. I pretended not to notice that Cap and Sans both wore kigurumis, but the twisting in my heart forestalled any chance of denial. As in every single other aspect of my life, I was the odd one out.
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He wished that Cap had opted to let him sit in the middle. The idea of being sandwiched between Vasilia and his boyfriend tempted him to daydream of what might happen if the three of them became bored with the movie. A mental image formed of midnight blue hair and a sticker covered skull at groin height, of Vasi and Cap kneeling in front of him, prepared to worship his cock together with their tongues and mouths. He subtly shifted in an attempt to hide his erection.
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Cap struggled to follow the complicated plot of the movie, and the way his beloved Brassy kept casting indiscreet glances at his female friend distracted him even more from the characters on the television screen. As Cap’s mind wandered, so did his hands. At first, he dropped them down into his lap while he contemplated Brassy’s constant shuffling and the faraway look in his eyelights. Soon one of his hands found its way into Brassy’s lap and discovered his erection.
Cap forgot about the movie completely and began to knead at Brassy’s cock through the soft fabric of the kigurumi. The flurry of movement caught the woman’s attention, but Cap didn’t care. Let her watch! That way she would know who Brassy belonged to! Eyes fluttered open underneath the stickers on Cap’s skull as his thoughts turned possessive.
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I came to the house prepared to accept a variety of relationship type things: kissing, cuddling, terms of endearment. I came to the house to enjoy a movie in spite of my conflicted feelings. I came to the house to make friends with Cap and maintain my friendship with Sans. I did not come to the house to watch Cap openly giving Sans a handjob while I sat right there next to them.
I doubted my words registered to either skeleton, but I made my excuses to leave anyway. “I have to feed my-” What kind of pet would be plausible? Did it matter? “-self,” I finished lamely, dismissing myself and rising from the couch. By the time I circled the coffee table to continue my escape, Cap had unzipped the front of Sans’ kigurumi, and I turned my head to avoid seeing more than I bargained for.
“I had a, uh, nice time. I’ll… see you guys around then. Sometime. Bye.” With each rushed word, I shuffled a little closer to the door, keeping my eyes on the floor and pretending the lewd sounds I heard were coming from the movie and not the two preoccupied skeletons on the couch.
I let the door close softly behind me as I hastily retreated to my cozy but lonely apartment.
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Sex with Cap that night was rough, bordering on frantic, and Brassberry welcomed it. Seeing an older ember that never quite got fanned into flame alongside his current lover had riled him up, and he had sexual energy and aggression to spare. Once Cap got claiming him out of his system, Brassberry turned the tables, and the pair spent the night satisfying their similar desires- for Brassberry to focus only on Cap and not think about Vasi.
Not a single sticker loosened from Cap’s skull, and for that, and the sweet release of orgasm, Brassberry was immeasurably thankful.
Those Unreachable Stars: A Yanderetale Story (part 33)
WARNING: All parts of this fanfic will be tagged NSFW even if they do not contain NSFW content because the overall theme of Yanderetale is NSFW.
Contains: language, sexual content, non-consensual voyeurism, sexual manipulation
Yanton represented everything that YanYan aspired to be (and secretly feared that he never would be). The robot possessed an abundance of riches and respect, the two things that YanYan valued above all else. Instead of his usual jealousy, YanYan hero-worshipped the handsome robot. He would do anything that Yanton asked, and on this video chat, Yanton was asking for all of the things that YanYan always yearned to do for him.
“Did you get the package I sent you?” asked Yanton is a voice of molten gold and decadent chocolate.
“YES.” YanYan tried not to sound too eager, but the predatory smile on Yanton’s face let him know that the TV personality had him right where he wanted him. It didn’t bother YanYan in the slightest; when the robot celebrity had picked him out of the crowd at one of his rare in-person appearances, it had been a dream come true, regardless of Yanton’s intentions.
“Good, then we can get started. Bend over on your chair and lift up that skirt for me.”
The request didn’t surprise YanYan. After all, he had opened the package the moment it arrived, and the contents made the purpose of this video call perfectly clear. YanYan accepted the invitation to a “private video chat” and everything that entailed as implied by Yanton’s gift. With a playful smirk, YanYan obeyed his idol’s orders, turning around, bending over, and lifting the ruffled edge of his skirt past his hips to show off a carefully chosen pair of panties, filled out nicely by his ecto-body.
“Do those panties… match my shirt?” Yanton laughed with the superiority of a very large dog allowing a very small kitten to pounce on him. YanYan blushed. He’d chosen the pattern based on Yanton’s favorite shirt. “Pull them aside and show me your tight little hole.”
Once again, YanYan obeyed, hooking a slim phalange around the fabric of the panties and tugging them aside to expose the curves of his asscheeks and his waiting asshole. He’d anticipated this moment since he saw the sex toy in the box with instructions to wear a skirt and panties. Yanton, usually the performer, wanted a show, and YanYan would happily provide it for him.
Yanton tsked. “That toy will never fit unless you prepare yourself,” he purred magnanimous, yet still somehow sinister. “Use your fingers darling.” As YanYan circled his asshole seductively with his phalanges, Yanton surreptitiously clicked the broadcast button on his computer screen. Now his faithful audience would all be privy to the skeleton’s sexual depravity.
YanYan dipped one finger inside of his entrance and gasped. He rarely allowed others to fuck him, and his hole was almost painfully tight. Working the finger in and out slowly helped stretch the opening, but barely. Remembering the size of the dildo in the box, YanYan increased his speed. Yanton hadn’t sent any lube.
“One finger isn’t going to do it if you want the toy to fit,” said Yanton with feigned concern. The look of discomfort on YanYan’s face prompted him to add: “You could try spitting on them to lube them up.”
YanYan hated the thought of using his own saliva as lube, but he desperately craved Yanton’s attention and approval. The benefits outweighed his disgust, and he spat on his fingers then slowly worked to insert them into his ass.
“Spread yourself open for me, darling. Just like that.” Yanton chuckled silently. His ratings skyrocketed as the skeleton monster scissored his asshole open for what he believed to be an audience of one. The pathetic idiot was fulfilling his dream of becoming an Undernet sensation, and he didn’t even know it.
The initial pain of penetration faded away, and YanYan could finally settle in to enjoying the anal fingering. Yanton could have any monster he wanted in the entire Underground, and he chose YanYan, wanted him sexually if this video chat was any indication. The narcissistic skeleton pictured it all in his head: going to the club on Yanton’s arm, making out at a private table, stumbling, giggling into a resort suite in the wee hours of the morning for a lengthy and passionate night of wild sex…
“Good job, darling, now use the toy.” Yanton used the term of endearment in place of the skeleton’s name because he honestly couldn’t remember it, but the poor sucker couldn’t get enough of it and eagerly followed Yanton’s every instruction. “Pretend it’s me fucking you, hard and fast. Just like that!”
YanYan moaned as he worked the toy in and out of his asshole. He sank into the fantasy of a tryst with Yanton, fucking himself harder and faster every time the voice from the computer called for it.
A wide smile split Yanton’s metallic features, sincere but bone-chilling. YanYan’s voice screamed his name from the voice chat, and likes poured in from his loyal and lecherous followers to congratulate him on his successful manipulation of the sycophantic skeleton.
YanYan never suspected a thing.
Cap stared open-mouthed at the monsters milling around outside of Muffet’s brothel. Scantily clad monsters beckoned to him, blowing kisses and making bedroom eyes in his direction, but other monsters leered and advanced on him menacingly, only holding back because of his size. Cap’s wide, innocent eyes and skull adorned with brightly colored stickers made him a target for one and all, regardless of their intentions.
A female monster with wavy midnight blue hair and piercing golden eyes approached him. She looked similar to a skeleton monster with strange, opaque ecto-flesh. Cap reached out a finger to poke the odd magic, but she dodged him with practiced ease.
“It’s so rare to see skeleton monsters,” she said with a smile. Cap liked the idea of being rare. It meant he was special! “Can I help you with something?”
Her question reminded him that he’d been sent here on an errand for YanYan. He didn’t want to disappoint YanYan and risk being punished. Besides, Brassy needed his medication! Cap couldn’t afford to let himself be distracted.
“I’m here to pick up medicine for my boyfriend, Brassberry.”
I don’t know what I expected the huge skeleton monster to say, but it certainly wasn’t that. This skeleton didn’t just know Sans; he was dating Sans! The revelation blindsided me, but it also explained a lot. Why would Sans keep spending time with me when he had a new boyfriend to devote himself to?
I tried not to feel bitter. I wanted to be happy for Sans, I really did. Sans and I weren’t together. We had never been together, so why did my heart squeeze at this strange skeleton’s casual statement? To avoid making things awkward, I started walking towards Muffet’s office, gesturing for him to follow me.
It’s not that I had been holding Sans’ medicine hostage or anything. Honestly! Nobody called to arrange a delivery, so I had no reason to take it to the house. I expected Sans to stop by and pick it up sooner or later if I just waited long enough. He would need the medication eventually, I thought. Somehow, he had still managed to avoid seeing me, and I ended up discovering the reason why secondhand from his unsuspecting new boyfriend.
When I handed the huge skeleton the packet of Sans’ medications, he swept me into a crushing hug, thanking me over and over and making me regret my less than welcoming thoughts towards him. This monster had a sweetness about him that would actually be good for Sans, and I couldn’t fault him for finding someone to love in this crazy world.
“I didn’t get your name,” I prompted him, contrite.
“YanYan calls me Captain Skittles.” Of course that arrogant skeleton would give this skeleton an unkind name, though he didn’t seem at all concerned about it. “You can call me Cap though!”
“Well, Cap, I’m very happy to hear about you and Sa- Brassberry,” I told him with a smile that became sincere when Cap’s face lit up.
“You know Brassy?” he asked excitedly.
“Yeah, we’re-” I paused. What were Sans and I, exactly? “-friends.” Cap didn’t notice my hesitation. He just kept right on babbling excitedly about how happy he was to meet one of Brassy’s friends. He even invited me to the house for one of their movie nights.
I remembered movie nights with Sans, and I doubted they would bear even the slightest resemblance to my memories if I became the third wheel at one. “I’d have to check with Sans,” I replied evasively. I wasn’t exactly in the mood to discuss anything involving Cap with Sans at the moment. I needed to collect my thoughts and sort out my emotions first.
Cap pouted. His orange and blue puppy dog eyes were hard to resist, and somehow I found myself agreeing to the plan. Cap hugged me again, chasing away any lingering doubts about my decision. I may still have my hangups about Sans, but I already hated the idea of disappointing this gentle giant.
Still, a familiar but nameless dread uncoiled in my stomach at the thought of visiting the skeleton brothers’ house in Snowdin again. I never knew why, but even walking past the house gave me chills, like something evil lurked there, waiting to be awakened.
Snowdin is known for its perpetual snow and frigid temperatures, and Brassberry’s sentry station is no exception- a snow poff among snow poffs, manned by a dozing skeleton.
Your feet crunch through the pristine snow of the Snowdin forest; once hot tears of fear and shame cooling into a frosty rime on your cheeks. Your breath explodes from your mouth in foggy blasts as, panting, you reach the safety of the Snowdin sentry station. You whimper the skeleton’s name on a cloud of air, your voice a plea for help that awakens him with a jolt.
“hey, babe,” Brassberry yawns. Suddenly he spots the tears, the fact that you’re out of breath, the shivering that has nothing to do with being cold, the scent of fear emanating from you. Suddenly he is on his feet, pulling you into the meager shelter of the sentry station while surreptitiously checking you for injuries. “are you ok? what happened?”
You sniffle, brushing a sleeve across your face more to compose yourself than anything else. “I wanted to wish you a happy Valentine’s Day,” you start to explain, watching the worried look on his handsome features soften to affection. “I thought you might be having lunch at Grillby’s, but when you weren’t there, I went to check your sentry stations.” You fight back a fresh batch of tears; Brassy pulls you into his strong, protective arms. “Doggo… Doggo grabbed me…” The tears win out and fall in fat drops, and Brassy brushes them away with a gentle stroke of his thumb that belied the rage building behind his eyes.
"what. exactly. happened?" Brassberry's voice is a deep growl between gritted teeth.
"I think he was trying to kiss me... but it scared me," you tell him. "I struggled... when I got free... I ran!" You show the husky skeleton the claw marks- a set of four parallel rips in each sweater sleeve.
“he held you by the arms?” You can tell the question is rhetorical, but you nod anyway as Brassy slides his hands up your arms to where Doggo had gripped. The bones of his hands are hard and immovable, yet somehow they are softer when he touches you than Doggo’s furred paws had been. “then what happened?” He asked, his voice almost a rumbling purr. A chill runs up your spine, eliciting a shiver of neither cold nor fear, but pleasure instead.
You lock eyes, yours wide with surprise and wonder, his half-lidded with desire. “He... he leaned... down...” Your words trip over your tongue which somehow seems to have forgotten how to function correctly.
“like this?” Brassy leans forward, his warm breath carrying his words from his mouth to yours. Your lips part to taste it, sound and air as intoxicating as any drug. One of his hands moves to tilt your chin slightly. You have temporarily forgotten what you were even talking about, but the answer to anything he asked you at this point would be the same:
A breathlessly whispered “yes.”
“pretty sure he wasn’t tryin’ to kiss you, babe,” he murmured, face so close you can feel the words forming on your own lips, “or he would’ve done this.” His mouth chases the words into your lips. He presses firmly against you, one arm each cradling your neck and waist.
Your breath hitches, and you’re thankful for his support as your knees go weak. His tongue slides confidently past your lips, slow and deliberate. His kiss is concise, his tongue supple as it strokes yours. You moan against him, pressing your bodies together as he explores the inside of your mouth with his forked tongue. You probe the underside of his tongue with your own. He slides his tongue deep in your mouth to the back of your throat, growling sensually as he pushes you against the wall of the sentry station.
You gasp, breaking the kiss, and his mouth moves down to your neck without missing a beat. He presses a soft kiss to the base of your throat. “gotta check you for injuries.” His deep voice vibrates against your skin, drawing a whine from your throat as he begins to lick you, the firm pressure of his tongue and warmth and wetness of saliva setting your nerves on fire. With another low growl, he bites you. His sharp teeth stop just short of breaking skin. He licks the red spot he’s created.
The next bite breaks skin. You moan, and you can feel him chuckling as his tongue swipes over your broken skin. He nuzzles you, and you can tell he’s only getting started.
Snowdin is known for its perpetual snow and frigid temperatures, but for once, the isolated sentry station tucked into the trees of the forest is afire with steamy heat.
