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.
(3 or 4) Another test with watercolor and acrylic paints.Added ink, sharpie and colored pencil after it was dry. I drew Cap from @ammazolie‘s Yanderetale! I love how colorful Cap is! <3
