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If you like yanderes who cry out of desperation: Numbers 2, 4, 6
If you like yanderes who are bratty and submissive: Numbers 3 & 7
If you like yanderes who are losers and deprived: Numbers 1 & 5
If you prefer meaner darlings/reader: Number 1, 3, 5
If you prefer neutral or nicer-ish darlings/reader: Number 2, 4, 6, 7
My laptop sorta blew up? Like I put it in charge and boom—electricity—doesn't turn on anymore. Blah blah, the hardware is broken, blah blah, costly, blah blah, not worthy to fix, blah blah...
I've lost all the drawings' files. I didn't back it up, I should've.
I do own another laptop, but I can't really use it to draw. It's not a touch screen, and I used Crybaby's drawing with its layers as a template, which is now lost—so there's that.
Now, I'm not a fan of showing people my unfinished work, but I'd like to share some photos I took with my phone of the last two yanderes I meant to draw. One of it was close to completion or so I believe. The other barely started.
You can see them down below.
I was prioritizing getting these done to help with my writer's block. Now, there's no way I can finish them. It's okay! We move on. Remember, tomorrow is another day.
Hi, I just wanted to say I love your writing! I always look forward to your posts and the yan characters you've created are my fave on this site, it's always so fun to read their distinct personalities in each scenario. I hope the new year is good for you and hopefully includes lots more of these yanderes >:)
I also wanted to ask abt a nsfw scenario (if that's okay) with sub! kidnapper in mind, but it would be interesting to see how the others would react too. Since they're such a giver and always focus on their darling's pleasure, how would they react to their darling never having "finished" so to say, before? Maybe they don't have a lot of experience before being kidnapped getting together or maybe their previous partners weren't that great, it's up to you. Would they be excited to be their "first" or would they be horrified that their favourite person has been left unsatisfied all this time lol.
I'm sure you have lots of asks to get through so don't worry about responding, I just love your stuff ദ്ദി •⩊• ) Thank you !!
Thank you soso much! You guys are too nice to me :(( I'm writing with the idea that the reader says they've never finished to keep it vague.
Sub! Kidnapper somehow he knew before you told him. A sad expression on his face when comforting you. He tells you how you deserve to be with someone willing to do absolutely anything for you. Someone just obsessed with making you feel good, the happiest you can be—that's why you should be with him.
All of it is a way for him to plant seeds in your head that maybe you're better off not resisting and giving in to him. He twists this whole kidnapping situation to a good thing! His kind, caring tone blabbering about how eager he is to please you while holding you gently. Stroking your head, rubbing your back—the physical touch distracting you from the reality. He'll continue to force his love on you until you praise him for it.
Masochist! Yandere hysterically laughs at you. This might just be the funniest thing in the world! He asks you to confirm it again and again—surprised by the fact? Or maybe to mock you more. It would've sounded flirty when he said that he could help you out if he wasn't giggling the entire time.
Popular! Yandere can relate in a way. He's been saying that he's waiting for marriage— perfect excuse to keep his reputation clean—in reality, he couldn't get it up for anyone but you. It side tracks to him unreasonably angry that you can be aroused by not-him things, pinning you down and begging you to get off looking at him only.
Crybaby! Yandere insecurity kicks in. The pressure being put on him... Like what if he doesn't do a good job? What if you leave him?!?! It's a bunch of panicked thoughts until he fully breaks down in ugly sobs and tears. You're going to have to be reassuring—everything always ending about him for some reason.
Tsundere! Darling the most apathetic reaction. What were you expecting of the guy? Like, okay? Cool, thanks for sharing. It takes him a minute to piece together that you're going to use him for your issue. Yet another complain about being an object while feeling weirdly special deep down.
Loser! Yandere very dramatic about it. You described it well yourself with "horrified that their favorite person has been left unsatisfied all this time." Now he's gonna have to make you come over and over again to make up for lost time! He's determined to make you feel phenomenal and not let his inexperience discourage him.
Clumsy! Yandere excited with delusions. This just proves how you're meant to be! Like two pieces of puzzles made only to fit for one another. He's sure he can be useful, just don't mind the excessive saliva and the shaky hands and the lack of length—it has to work regardless, right? It's fate, of course it has to!
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
DON'T WORRY I'M HERE! I have come back with some more art. Adding to this post (which is updated). Guess which two new characters I've drawn?
If you guess right, you get, uh, the satisfaction of guessing correctly, so maybe guess before clicking on "Keep reading."
Ta-da! Clumsy! Yandere and Masochist! Yandere! (Not saying they are my favorites, who said that?) I don't know why the photo is so blurry T-T, sorry about that. Here is a paper drawing of everyone!
Popular! Yandere and Loser! Yandere are up next and maybe... someone else? I'm not very sure about it. I have the idea; it's just the writing part that I can't bring myself to do. Even posting this is hard because I don't like... anything I do anymore if that makes sense. I can't even read anything I wrote before without wanting to fix everything about it. But maybe I'll overcome it and be fine with my imperfect cringiness again; it's hopefully a matter of time....
I will take any pieces of writing about that guy like a loyal servant 🥀💔
🌞--------Part 1-----Part 2-----Part 3-------🌞
He's popular now. This was supposed to be just a scenario of him catching the reader staying up all night, but I got too deep into it and it turned into a part! I realized this is the 2nd p in v I wrote which is kinda crazy.
Tags: dubcon to concon, cunnilingus, finger sucking, slight hitting, reader likes it tho, virginity loss (both), 5 c o n d o m s, choking, implied overstim
Popular yandere, who was an early riser. By six thirty on the dot, he had already finished his morning routine. Combed hair, brushed teeth, nicely dressed up, sprayed with the perfect amount of floral perfume. His fingers fiddled with the copy of your key—one obtained without permission—as he made his way to you. Preoccupied with rather innocent thoughts of waking you. A hug, smothered in loving kisses, or perhaps with the smell of a tasty breakfast.
As he tiptoed inside, his stomach churned with excitement. Awaiting your drooling body in a bizarre position, peacefully sleeping. But—of course—he found you awake. A computer on your stomach and headphones in your ear. He could see what your hand was doing under the blanket. How it stroked in haste circles while the other scrolled the content on your device.
You felt his glare on you. Becoming aware of the annoyed male standing cross-armed in front of you. A startled noise leaft you. The pain of the jumpscare settling in your body, down to your core. Your eyes widen, lips sewn shut, staring right back at him. You take the headphones off tentatively.
"What are you doing?!?" His tall figure stood over you, quite scary with that look of contempt on his face. Voice conveying the distaste for your actions. You had already stopped your goonery, yet you felt an itch to go back to it. Your underwear slapped against your skin as you hurriedly took your hand out of your pants.
"Ummm... heh... uhhh... I wasn't expecting you..." Your awkward smile doesn't help your situation, your mind running blank of any sort of excuse. The sleep deprivation causing a yawn. Too foggy to question how he kept getting into your house. "You look... nice. Nice...uhh, face...today."
He stood still; you could feel the sweat rolling down your sides. Heart beating against your ribcage. Muffled noises heard through the tool resting on your collarbone. You watched as his eyes twitched, not blinking, not taking them off your fleeting ones. His body unmoving as well. It seemed like you actually broke him this time.
"Relax, 's all good. I just... Sometimes you just have to play games and masturbate for hours. Live life to the fullest, am I right? Heh."
No response. You realized it'd be hard for him to relate, given the fact that he had never touched himself before. Or perhaps you touch yourself more than what was considered healthy.
"H-hello?"
Your computer was slammed shut and thrown to the side of the bed. Blanket covers left your lap, bed creaking—his body pinning yours down in a flash. A chilling whisper blew on your ear, goosebumps raising on your skin. "I have had enough of this."
He took your wrists in hand, eyeing the one that was covered in your juices. Pruney fingers glistening, beckoning him to come closer and get a taste. He bit his lip and looked back at you. "How long have you been touching yourself, hm? How long have you been cheating behind my back, you f-fuhking pervert?!?"
"C-cheating...?" You asked, confused. Your human interaction was minimal, even with the online games. Though there is no way he saw the chats you had. They disappeared; you left no traces.
"It's cheating if you climax without my knowledge. You should come to me when you're in the mood, yes? We are partners, are we not? I am the only one who's supposed to make you feel good. Do you f-fucking hear me?! Not what you've been surfing. Me! You cannot touch yourself, not without thinking of me at the very least. Do. You. Understand?!?"
With each emphasis, his eyes widen and his grip grew stronger. Anger tensing up his body, breathing heavily. It was getting scarier and hotter by the minute. He was actually bothered by this, hard to believe for you that someone cared. The fact that he was swearing more than once said everything—how exactly would he deal with this situation?
"I-I guess..." You shakily responded. Pressing your thighs together, swallowing thickly. If you rubbed it hard enough, you'd be sent right over the edge.
He wasn't satisfied with your unsure answer. "Is this a joke to you? Are my feelings all a joke? I swear..." He paused for a moment, shutting his eyes, exhaling a big puff through his nose. His face close to yours so that you felt his breath on your lips. Looking at the mark he left on you from last time. "I am so, so angry right now. You... are a filthy... disgusting... sad loser..."
A knot formed in your stomach. Your hands wanting, needing to go to your groin. You were already tingly from before; this was adding so much to the untouched pleasure. It wasn't fair of you to think about filthy things while he poured out his vulnerable feelings—yet you were in a constant state of disbelief, only able to process simple feelings, such as how hot he was and how you wanted him to break even more.
"I want you to ruin me. Oh, please." The plea came out as a moan as if he had read your mind. Eyes so desperate boring into yours. After the long second—his mouth latched on your soft flesh, giving you a deep, forceful kiss. Letting go of your wrists and grabbing your face instead. You responded with a whimper, hands cupping his cheeks too, bit shaky.
He pulled away for breath with a smile at your affection. Both of you panting while he caved in to the thought of tasting the nectar on your fingers. Finally—but finding that your skin had absorbed most of the wetness. Sucking hard as a hopeless attempt for a taste.
You sat up as he let go of your wrists and climbed off you. A frustrated groan from him. You decided to speak up before he did anything else. "I'm... sorry. I guess I wasn't thinking much... so weird that I have a boyfriend now, y'know...?"
"Sorry is not enough, darling." The return of the nickname gave you some relief. Though it all vanished when he stripped your lower half bare. Taking both your pants and panties down together, your protests left unheard. He roughly parted your weak legs, sucking in a breath at the sight of your bare pussy.
Everything was fast with this guy. The most impatient man you had ever seen when he felt horny. An animal, devoid of his control and composure. As your relationship progressed, he became less and less calculated.
Your face was hot; cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Liquid stuck to your thighs, your dripping, soaking wet hole oozing fluid in between your folds. And he was staring—falling in a trance, "so... pretty... augh... the prettiest thing I have ever seen..."
You flinched but let his fingers grab what he wanted to taste. Fisting the bedsheets, tensing your body, yet letting him. Perhaps curious of his reaction, perhaps wanting some relief from the ache in your lower regions. Simply not knowing what else to do but bite your lips and let the warmness take over you. Tears gathered at your eyes, bothered by the feeling of sweating. Not used to recieving compliments, nor pure love.
He became preoccupied with admiring the honey. Spread his hand apart, watched the liquid form a string, a web between his digits. His cock shamelessly hardening in his pants as he tasted you in his mouth, savoring it. "Tastes so good..."
His loud moan rang in your ears. You watched him lick up everything, not knowing your face could turn even more feverish. To break the dizzy atmosphere—the reality hit for a moment, and you grew wary when he turned to you with a hungry gaze. "Um, wait—"
He pushed you back in a lying position. Your words died in your throat. Besides the awkwardness and being flustered, you wanted this—desire fuzzy in your head. Sensitive, overstimulated from your masturbation. He was gentle at first, a kiss pressed against your clit. Watching it twitch, groaning so lewdly at the sight. He did this a couple of times, all around your pussy, finally slowing down and taking his time. Licking what was on your thighs before his real meal.
As he started to make direct contact, you reached the peak. Thanks to the edging, plus his stimulation beforehand, the line finished rather abruptly. Groans escaped your throat. Despite doing a good job holding back the noises, you came too hard, too fast to control it. He hummed, pleased. Aftershocks from the slow licks between your folds kept the euphoria. Cleaning you so nicely, wiping his face with his sleeve.
"You f..." he wanted to say more, you could tell. How hot your vulva was, how you tasted like ecstasy, how he was unbearibly hard—yet he knew he had to maintain composure. Show you how unfair you were. So he swallowed the begs and need for praise. "You realize I am still angry with you, yes? You hurt me. Hurting you back is only fair."
"Mmh... whatchu gonna do, though?" You didn't mean for it to sound so teasing. It felt as if you were on a high, the nerves washed away with his kisses. Excitment now in your veins. You felt his love—relieved, trusting all the confession finally. Seeing his face covered with your juices, licking his lips, oh how sinful. The pervert in you taking over to max the fun.
He slapped your thigh expirementally, soft, just testing how it felt. Then quickly went for another harsher hit, seeing your body react. Your legs closed, rubbing together, back arched, hands in the sheet—he had picked up on your enjoyment of pain, yet he wondered. "I know this is what you are into, but I don't quite understand how it feels good."
"Hell if I know. It just does... Works for me, so... uhh, fuck yeah."
"I do want to make you feel good, darling. Er, how about biting? You liked it last time, yes? It made you vocal. I liked hearing that."
"Oh, yeah." You felt bad at forgetting about the hickies he left, not usually looking at yourself in the mirror to be reminded. And if you felt pain in your neck, merely dismissed it like any other soreness. The ceiling gave you a disappointed look. You realized you had to put more effort, comfort him better. "I mean, yeah, of course... Look at you asking for reassurance. It's, uh, cute."
"Cute." He repeated, staring at your naked legs the entire conversation. "Cute. Not hot? Not sexy? Am I just a puppy humilating myself for you?! Not a person? Begging and begging, and losing control over myself and destroying everything I was to, mmh—" You pulled him into a kiss, shutting him up. His emotional outburts were due to your negligence, so you had to make it right or make an attempt to.
Prone to overthinking, a word would send him in a craze, like those jealous girlfriends skits you saw on the internet. It made your heart flutter and a smile was brought to your lips.
"You need to calm the fuck down, y'know..." You laugh as you part from the sucky peck you gave him, holding his collar still.
"You don't kiss me with your mouth open. Why? D—" He earned another kiss from his petty complaints. His body weak against yours, always so jello when you took control or reciprocated attention. Rubbing his tongue on yours over and over until you pulled away. Tasting yourself faintly. Weird flutter in your tummy. "Fuuuck... Next time, just ask, okay? I swear I have no clue how humans work, so uhh... don't assume I'm, like, doing stuff with, like, intent...? Comminication is key or somethin'."
"Well, I would like to communicate that you not being vocal bothers me greatly. I want to hear you. I want to know I did good. That you liked what I did... and you like me."
"Mhm, it felt amazing. Your tongue—you. Shit, it was surreal. I... can't describe how good it was. Fuck! You're just so amazing." He buried his face in your neck with a whine. Sat on your side, legs over your lap. His hardness on your shivering thigh. "Um, do you wanna do something about that?"
"Please." He attacked your lips once more. Sweet kisses, wet tongue on the mark on your neck, sound of zip undone—guiding your hand to feel the outline of his aching cock through his boxers. "Mmh... Oh, please, please darling..."
It was mind-boggling. Your heart beating so fast. If it wasn't for him holding your wrist, your shaky fingers would withdraw. Like touching fire. Grazing the veins on his shaft, the hot pre-cum wetting your skin, hearing the broken whimpers. You didn't get a look yet, and when you built the courage to, your eyes agaped. His penis was perfect, so was the rest of him. Perfect length, perfect width. Circumcised with a pink tip, curved upwards, leaking quite a lot. Point for your creamed tally board. "S-shit. It, um, ahh... It's big. So fucking hot."
"I want to put it inside."
"What?" You blinked and you were back to lying with him on top of you. He searched through his pocket, pulling out a column of condoms. Your widen eyes counted it. "You randomly carry 5 condoms in your pocket?"
"It's ever since we started dating, of course. I wanted to be prepared in case of a situation where you'd want to..."
"Fuck." You finished for him, breathing out a sigh and resting your tired eyes. "Let's, uh, do it then. Yeah..." He settled in between your thighs. His covered cock on your crotch. It was really happening—the end to the yearning. You were dripping wet and so ready. "Oh, fuck. That's gonna fucking enter me... Fuuuuuck..."
"Please. It hurts, I need to be inside you. You are the only one who can free me from this ache." You weren't sure if he was talking about his tip nudging your clit, or a deeper one in his heart, perhaps both. He squeezed his hands in yours. "We are deflowering each other. Our first and last, yes? FOREVER."
Penterated, purity breaking, you both mewl at the sensation. Gazing into each other's eyes, then to the sight of your virginities lost. No one made a move, listening to the music of pants. Tingling, burning, suffocating. He was glad at how everything went down. With only your pants off, his clothes partially unbuttoned—messy, not perfect.
"Aughh, you can move your hips now... All, um, good. Heh..."
"Yes, darling." He thrusted ever so slowly. Coaxing the pain away. Taking his time to really apperieciate the way you clenched around him. Your cunt posessing his dick, inviting it deeper inside. One of his hands left yours. Confused until it grabbed your throat. No pressure, merely feeling it. "I swear, if anyone ever saw you like this, I'd take out their eyes and make them eat it."
"Is this you, uhh, being vulgar? Totally fucking hot, by the way."
"I mean it. I don't care about anyone but you. If the threats do seem enjoyable to you, well, I have more to say..."
"Go fucking nuts, my attention is on you."
His grip around your windpipe was strong. Such a dizzy feeling that made your walls flutter and made him call out your name louder. Speed picking up to a steady one. You watched as he bent over to get acess to your lips, knowing both of you would be crying tears of pleasure, of overwhelming love so very soon.
I will take any pieces of writing about that guy like a loyal servant 🥀💔
🌞--------Part 1-----Part 2-----Part 3-------🌞
He's popular now. This was supposed to be just a scenario of him catching the reader staying up all night, but I got too deep into it and it turned into a part! I realized this is the 2nd p in v I wrote which is kinda crazy.
Tags: dubcon to concon, cunnilingus, finger sucking, slight hitting, reader likes it tho, virginity loss (both), 5 c o n d o m s, choking, implied overstim
Popular yandere, who was an early riser. By six thirty on the dot, he had already finished his morning routine. Combed hair, brushed teeth, nicely dressed up, sprayed with the perfect amount of floral perfume. His fingers fiddled with the copy of your key—one obtained without permission—as he made his way to you. Preoccupied with rather innocent thoughts of waking you. A hug, smothered in loving kisses, or perhaps with the smell of a tasty breakfast.
As he tiptoed inside, his stomach churned with excitement. Awaiting your drooling body in a bizarre position, peacefully sleeping. But—of course—he found you awake. A computer on your stomach and headphones in your ear. He could see what your hand was doing under the blanket. How it stroked in haste circles while the other scrolled the content on your device.
You felt his glare on you. Becoming aware of the annoyed male standing cross-armed. A startled noise, the pain of the jumpscare settling in your body, down to your core. Your eyes widen, lips sewn shut, staring right back at him. You take the headphones off tentatively.
"What are you doing?!?" His tall figure stood over you, quite scary with that look of contempt on his face. Voice conveying the distaste for your actions.
You had already stopped your goonery, yet you felt an itch to go back to it. Your underwear slapped against your skin as you took your hand out of your pants. "Ummm... heh... uhhh... I wasn't expecting you..."
Your awkward smile doesn't help your situation, mind running blank of any sort of excuse. The sleep deprivation causing a yawn. Too foggy to question how he kept getting into your basement. "You look... nice. Nice...uhh, face...today."
He stood still; you could feel the sweat rolling down your sides. Heart beating against your ribcage. Muffled noises heard through the tool resting on your collarbone. You watched as his eyes twitched, not blinking, not taking them off your fleeting ones. It seemed like you actually broke him this time.
"Relax, 's all good. I just... Sometimes you just have to play games and masturbate for hours. Live life to the fullest, am I right? Heh."
No response. You realized it'd be hard for him to relate, given the fact that he had never touched himself before. (Or perhaps you touched yourself more than what was considered healthy.)
"H-hello?"
Your computer was slammed shut and thrown to the side, blanket covers left your lap, bed creaking—his body pinning yours down in a flash. "I have had enough of this." A chilling whisper blew on your ear, goosebumps raising on your skin. "I have had enough."
He took your wrists in hand, eyeing the one that was covered in your juices. Pruney fingers glistening, beckoning him to come closer and get a taste. "How long have you been touching yourself, hm? How long have you been cheating behind my back, you f-fuhking pervert?!?"
"C-cheating...?" You asked, confused. Your human interaction was minimal, even with the online games. Though there is no way he saw the chats you had.They disappeared; you left no traces.
"It's cheating if you climax without my knowledge. You should come to me when you're in the mood, yes? We are partners, are we not? I am the only one who's supposed to make you feel good. Do you f-fucking hear me?! Not what you've been surfing. Me! You cannot touch yourself, not without thinking of me at the very least. Do. You. Understand?!?"
With each emphasis, he shook you, eyes wide and grip strong. Anger tensing up his body, breathing heavily. It was getting scarier and hotter by the minute. The fact that he was swearing more than once said everything—what exactly is he going to do to you?
"I-I guess..." You shakily responded. Pressing your thighs together, swallowing thickly. If you rubbed it hard enough, you'd be sent right over the edge.
"Is this a joke to you? Are my feelings all a joke? I swear..." He paused for a moment, shutting his eyes, exhaling a big puff through his nose. Face close to yours so that you felt his breath on your lips. Looking at the mark he left on you from last time. "I am so, so angry right now. You... are a filthy... disgusting... sad loser..."
A knot formed in your stomach. Your hands wanting, needing to go to your groin. You were tingly; his anger added so much to the untouched pleasure. It wasn't fair of you to think about inappropriate things while he poured out his vulnerable feelings—yet you were in a constant state of disbelief, only able to process simple feelings, such as how hot he was and how you wanted him to break even more.
"I want you to ruin me. Oh, please." The plea came out as a moan as if he had read your mind. After a long second—his mouth latched on your soft flesh, giving you a deep, forceful kiss. Letting go of your wrists and grabbing your face instead. Tongue deep, caressing the roof and the sides.
"Mmh—!" You responded with a whimper, hands cupping his cheeks too, bit shaky.
He pulled away for breath with a smile at your affection. Both of you panting while he caved in to the thought of tasting the nectar on your fingers. Finally—but finding that your skin had absorbed most of the wetness. Sucking hard as a hopeless attempt for a taste.
You sat up as he climbed off you with a frustrated groan. You decided to apologize before he did anything else. "I'm... sorry. I guess I wasn't thinking much... so weird that I have a boyfriend now, y'know...?"
"Sorry is not enough, darling." The return of the nickname gave you some relief. Though it all vanished when he stripped your lower half bare. Taking both your pants and panties down together, your protests left unheard. He roughly parted your weak legs, sucking in a breath at the sight of your bare pussy.
Your face was hot; cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Liquid stuck to your thighs, drippy, soaking hole oozing fluid in between your folds. And he was staring—falling in a trance, "so... pretty... augh... the prettiest thing I have ever seen..."
You flinched but let his fingers grab what he wanted to taste. Fisting the bedsheets, shaky body, curious of his reaction, wanting some relief from the ache in your lower regions. Tears gathered at your eyes, bothered by the excessive sweating. Not knowing what else to do but bite your lips and let the warmness take over you. Not used to receiving genuine compliments, nor pure love.
He became preoccupied with admiring your honey. Spread his hand apart, watched the liquid form a string, a web between his digits. His cock shamelessly hardening in his pants as he tasted you in his mouth, really savoring it. "Tastes so good..."
His loud moan rang in your ears. You watched him lick up everything, your face turned feverish. To break the dizzy atmosphere—the reality hit for a moment, and you grew wary when he turned to you with a hungry gaze. "Um, wait—"
He pushed you back in a lying position. Words died in your throat—desire fuzzy in your head. Sensitive, overstimulated from your previous masturbation. He was gentle, slow, a kiss pressed against your clit, watching it twitch. He mewled so lewdly at the sight. Repeating the action couple of times, all around your pussy, taking his sweet time licking what was on your thighs before his real meal. "Please come in my mouth... I want to devour you until there's nothing left."
As he started to make direct contact, you reached the peak. Thanks to the loving stimulation, the line finished rather abruptly. And despite doing a good job holding back the noises, you came too hard, too fast, the groans escaped your throat. Aftershocks from the slow sucks on your nub and your lower lips kept the euphoria. Cleaning you up, wiping his face with his sleeve.
"You f..." he paused, wanting to say morel. How hot your vulva was, how you tasted like ecstasy, how he was unbearably hard—yet he had to maintain composure. Show you how unfair you were. So, he swallowed the begs, the need for praise. "You realize I am still angry with you, yes? You hurt me. Hurting you back is only fair."
"Mmh... whatchu gonna do, though?" You didn't mean for it to sound so teasing. It felt as if you were on a high, the nerves washed away after you climax. Excitement now in your veins. You truly felt loved—relieved, trusting all him and his confession finally. Just seeing his face covered with your juices, licking his lips, oh how sinful. The pervert in you taking over to max the fun.
He slapped your thigh experimentally, soft, just testing how it felt. Then quickly went for another harsher hit, seeing your body react. Your legs closed, rubbing together, back arched, hands back in the sheet—he had picked up on your enjoyment of pain, yet he wondered. "I know this is what you are into, but I don't quite understand how it feels good."
"Hell if I know. It just does... Works for me, so... uhh, fuck yeah."
"I do want to make you feel good, darling. Er, how about biting? You liked it last time, yes? It made you vocal. I liked hearing that."
"Oh, yeah." You felt bad at forgetting about the marks he left, not usually looking at yourself in the mirror to be reminded, and if you felt pain in your neck, you merely dismissed it like any other soreness. The ceiling gave you a disappointed look. You realized you had to put more effort, comfort him better. "I mean, yeah, of course... Look at you asking for reassurance. It's, uh, cute."
"Cute." He repeated, staring at your naked legs the entire conversation. "Cute. Not hot? Not sexy? Am I just a puppy humiliating myself for you?! Not a person? Begging and begging and losing control over myself and destroying everything I was to, mmh—" You pulled him into a kiss, shutting him up. His emotional outburst were due to your negligence, so you had to make it right or make an attempt to.
Prone to overthinking, a word would send him in a craze, like those jealous girlfriends skits you saw on the internet. It made your heart flutter and a smile was brought to your lips.
"You need to calm the fuck down, y'know..." You laugh as you part from the sucky peck you gave him, holding his collar still.
"You don't kiss me with your mouth open. Why? Do I—" He earned another kiss from his petty complaints. His body weak against yours, always so Jello when you took control or reciprocated attention. Rubbing his tongue on yours over and over until you pulled away. Tasting yourself faintly. A weird flutter in your tummy.
"Fuck... Next time, just ask, okay? I swear I have no clue how humans work, so uhh... don't assume I'm, like, doing stuff with, like, intent...? Communication is key or somethin'."
"Well, I would like to communicate that you not being vocal bothers me greatly. I want to hear you. I want to know I did good. That you liked what I did... and you like me."
"Mhm, it felt amazing. Your tongue—you. Shit, it was surreal. I... can't describe how good it was. Fuck! You're so amazing. I loved it." He buried his face in your neck with a whine. Sat on your side, legs over your lap, cutely flustered. His hardness on your shivering thigh. "Um, do you wanna do something about that?"
"Please." He attacked your lips once more. Sweet kisses, wet tongue on the mark on your neck, sound of zip undone—guiding your hand to feel the outline of his aching cock through his boxers. "Mmh... Oh, please, please darling..."
It was mind-boggling. Your heart beating so fast. If it wasn't for him holding your wrist, your shaky fingers would withdraw. Like touching fire. Grazing the veins on his shaft, the hot pre-cum wetting your skin, hearing the broken whimpers.
You didn't get a look yet, and when you built the courage to, your breath hitched. His penis was perfect, as was the rest of him. Perfect length, perfect width. Circumcised with a pink tip, curved upwards, leaking quite a lot. Point for your creamed tally board. "S-shit. It, um, ahh... It's big. It's... so fucking hot."
"I want to put it inside."
"What?" You blinked and you were back to lying with him on top of you. He searched through his pocket, pulling out a column of condoms. Your widen eyes counted it. "You randomly carry 5 condoms in your pocket?"
"It's ever since we started dating, of course. I wanted to be prepared in case of a situation where you'd want to..."
"Fuck." You finished for him, breathing out a sigh and resting your tired eyes. "Let's, uh, do it then. Yeah..."
He settled in between your thighs. His covered cock on your crotch. It was really happening—the end to the yearning. You were wet and so ready. "Oh, fuck. That's gonna fucking enter me... Fuuuck. I'm not gonna be a virgin anymore..."
"Please. It hurts, I need to be inside you. You are the only one who can free me from this ache." You weren't sure if he was talking about his tip nudging your clit, or a deeper one in his heart, perhaps both. He squeezed his hands in yours. "We are deflowering each other. Our first and last, yes? FOREVER YOU AND ME."
Penterated, purity breaking, you both mewl at the sensation. Gazing into each other's eyes, then to the sight of your virginities lost. No one made a move, listening to the music of pants. Tingling, burning, suffocating. He was glad at how everything went down. With only your pants off, his clothes partially unbuttoned—messy, not perfect.
"Aughh, you can move your hips now... All, um, good. Heh..."
"Yes, darling." He thrusted ever so slowly. Coaxing the pain away. Taking his time to really appreciate your insides, the way you clenched around him. Your cunt possessing his dick, inviting it deeper inside.
One of his hands left yours. Confused until it grabbed your throat. No pressure, merely feeling it. "I swear, if anyone ever sees you like this, I'd take out their eyes and make them eat it. I'm the only one who can pleasure you."
"Is this you, uhh, being vulgar? Totally fucking sexy, by the way."
"I mean it. I don't care about anyone but you. If the threats do seem enjoyable to you, well, I have more..."
"Go fucking nuts, my attention is on you."
His grip around your windpipe was strong. Such a dizzy feeling that made your walls flutter and made him call out your name louder. Speed picking up to a steady one. You watched as he bent over to get access to your lips, knowing both of you would be crying tears of pleasure, of overwhelming love so very soon.
Of the yanderes, from best to worst, which would be the best "housewife"? And what makes them better/worse than the others?
Subjective, but...
~~Best~~
Sub! Kidnapper: Nutritious meals; plans things ahead; picks up after you with a weird smile; no complaints if you trash the house daily; that is until you go to bed; he subtly makes you feel inadequate; doubtful you can do things without him; guilty so you owe it to him to stay forever -> 9.5/10
Popular! Yandere: Plate-licking good food and amazing presentation; house is sparkling clean routinely; he's perfect in everything to the point it becomes weird(?); he's also really hot; micromanager; tends to scold you or nag you especially when you're not paying enough attention to him -> 9.1/10
Crybaby! Yandere: Cooks very well, but you might be eating his tears; cleans up nicely as well; it's more about when he feels like doing it; sucks at routine; does things at his own pace; with encouragement, you can motivate him more; pet him, touch him, love him -> 7/10
Tsundere! Darling: Complains too much about housework; blah blah blah whining grumbling; not very good at cooking; too lazy to clean; gets better habits with discipline time; threaten him; ignore his cold front, he's searching for your approval; make sure to praise him for maximum efficiency -> 6.5/10
Masochist! Yandere: "Make me"; finds a way to make everything a bargain; cleans and cooks well if there is something in it for him (sex); he likes to disobey you to get punished; other than owing favors and having to spank him every other night, things get done -> 4.7510/10
Loser! Yandere: His food is too salty or bland; occasionally burns it; tries to incorporate his own fluids into the food; lazy at cleaning up; makes excuses out of reflex; gets hard when you're mad at him; he tries for you tho -> 3/10
Clumsy! Yandere: Can't cook or clean; breaks stuff constantly; the kitchen is on fire; it's like expecting a dog to be a housewife; you catch him touching himself inside your laundry bin; smartest thing you can do is lock him in cage when you go out -> 0.0001/10
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.
I just wanted to say that I looooove your writing, you know how to write yanderes in a way that isn't boring! please keep updating us ♡
Of course, I cherish all of you, my darling readers! Below the cut are images I put together as an appreciation post. Kind messages from various people and anons. Thank you all so much <333
And here's a popularity contest for fun~
Who's your favorite of all time?
Sub! Kidnapper
Loser! Yandere
Masochist! Yandere
Crybaby! Yandere
Clumsy! Yandere
Popular! Yandere
Tsundere! Yandere
Voting ended onFeb 1
I will take a break from writing for a while to get unstuck, like I did last year from Feb to May. I have half-finished drafts and such, so when I come back, I'll probably be able to keep a schedule LOL.
bit of a rare scenario (one shot(?) (don't think I've ever seen it with sub yandere but I think it fits.) I guess this is more like a one shot? Feel free to use to write whatever no credit needed
(contains breeding king and porn logic the em dashes cause transitions are difficult)
Title: This love is half-sided
Sub! Kidnapper breaks into reader home and confesses
"The fuck?"
And then the ramblings start; house, family, pension, breeding kink---
"Well, why didn't you just start with that?"
Sub! Kidnapper is suddenly -very interested,- especially when they get to the part about the male wife---
"Splendid! Are you into roleplay?"
Sub! Kidnapper tenses, now's his time to shine
"-Am I?- I mean I'm into all sorts of things! Oral, Anal, Vag, Oral again, and---"
"-Hand jobs?-"
-...what?-
"That -too,- are you interested in it?"
"...-Would you like to hear more?-"
"Absolutely!"
This was most certainly fate!
"Ok so like, it's usually a man who's on top in the breeding and what-not but I think it'd be -super- hot if it was reversed ya know? Like what if like there was a sperm bank---"
...????????
"And the top controlled the contraception in the roleplay that way? I mean THINK ABOUT IT the costumes, the containers, the (air quotes) "milking"
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This was...unexpected.
"Oh and just imagine the plot! Just about any sex toy can be used without breaking the immersion---"
Is the last thing Sub!Kidnapper remembered before tuning out. By the time (Y/N) finished their ramblings he barely had the soul to drive home after exchanging numbers. He slipped on a bathrobe (typical of a man of his salary range) and breathed in the warm embrace of his silk pillow. But on other nights he'd chew on a pen his darling once gave him. While staring into the darkness he briefly showed away his worries when suddenly---
PING!
A message came through
-"Hey sorry for springing that upon you, I should've been a better host to you---"
He was uninvited but he did not consider this as to preserve his sanity.
"Say, what do you think our safe word should be? I'm thinking sesquipedalian---"
Sub! Kidnapper let's a thought slip into his mind, although he is half-asleep some rationality is sleeping it's way into his heart.
'Maybe this love is not meant to be?'
A love that's one-sided lives in the heart, a love that's two-sided lives in reality(emmmmm daaash)
-But a love that's half-sided does in a dream
I just... Wow. This was so fun to read. Bro, I need you to write a continuation. How can I follow up on this masterpiece?
Happy new year!! Did you celebrate at home or go to a party? It made me think about how the yanderes would be like while drunk? Which one is the clingy drunk, who just falls asleep instantly and who gets all soppy and emotional ( ・◇・)？ Hope you have a wonderful new year and good luck on your writing journey in 2026
Thank you so much! I celebrated with an in-house party. I meant to respond to this right after New Year's but I got kind of... uhhh, erm... Yeah, I got no excuse for being a procrastinator; I just feel kinda... stuck. Some yanderes are harder to write for specific scenarios. I appreciate this message and wish you a great year too <33
Moving on to the question. Order in the color of the rainbow~
Tsundere! Darling ↬ sleepy drunk. He's not going to let himself fall asleep that fast, though. Savoring the feeling of being half-awake, all dizzy and warm. Putting his head on your lap and nuzzling against your thighs. He won't mind if you, maybe, run your fingers through his hair, or whatever. Becomes super affectionate—doesn't let you move or push him off for the entire night.
Loser! Yandere ↬ clingy drunk. He's got his arms AND legs wrapped around you, kissing up your shoulder, whining "I love youuu~" every five seconds, squeezing you super tight. You hear him blabber per usual about wanting to get pregnant with your babies. The slurred words go on until you feel his tongue in your ear and a hand down your pants.
Popular! Yandere ↬ emotional drunk. He refuses to drink if you're in a public space to keep up appearances, but if it's the two of you, he lets loose. Sober or drunk, he's prone to emotional outbursts. Upset at how you didn't look at him enough and crying over it. Going on his knees, mascara running down his face, asking if you think he's still pretty.
Sub! Kidnapper ↬ secret drunk. High tolerance and drinks very little. He tends to pick up the emotion of those around him so depends on your mood how he decides to act. Exaggerates tipsiness while keeping an eye on your intake. Lets you drink until you're sick so he can take care of you afterwards. Guilt trips with an "I told you so" and paints himself as your savior.
Crybaby! Yandere ↬ happy drunk. He likes cheap, high-percentage alcoholic drinks. A rare grin on his face as he giggles at nothing, oddly chatty. Eyes wet from laughing too hard at something random you said. He crawls to your lap, sneaking his head under your shirt, boldly running his tongue up your torso and sucking on your nips. You feel him grind against you, and it goes further from here.
Masochist! Yandere ↬ philosophical drunk. I can imagine you wanting to cave in to his seduction and blame it on the booze. But instead of being his usual flirty self, he's giving a university-like lecture about the philosophy of being drunk, emotional rawness, and true selves. And you're sitting on his bed, half undressed, tilting your head, "wait, I thought we were gonna have sex?"
Clumsy! Yandere ↬ angry drunk (towards himself). His subconscious emotions start to spill. Berates himself about how disgusting and weird he is. Banging his head on the floor at your feet, muttering apologies for being such a pathetic excuse of a human being. That you have to deal with a mutt like him. He blacks out after a minute or two. No memory of what happened the next day.
A side note, his sense of balance is fucked up all the time, so you could say he's always tipsy on love~
I don't know if this is the same question emoji anon LOL, but your question has also been answered.
So sorry to the similar questions and all... But how would the yans act if there darling was a total jackass. Almost disrespectful and bratty. This is the complete opposite of me, but I like knowing how each of the yanderes act to things.
And as always, I have to ask my second question. How would the yans react if the reader was a yandere themself. Like if the reader was as sick and twisted like them.
-🪼 Anon
No prob! A very slight mention of SH in Crybaby's part.
Starting off with the first question.
Loser! Yandere would work with that kind of darling. This yandere loves the idea of being the only one to see Darling's soft side. He'd like to crack open the tough exterior, have them be weak for his begging. Believing that acting all annoying and persistent would yield good results. Since he has limited real-life interactions, he sees people as characters. With enough dialogue, gifts, and changing his avatar to satisfy them, he, the protagonist, can surely unlock Darling as a love interest!
Clumsy! Yandere, likewise, would work with a different approach. He's perfectly fine just watching from the shadows as a stalker yandere. Yet Darling can't help but acknowledge him due to how bad he is at staying unnoticed. Pathetic how clumsy he gets when nervous. His delusional mind sees no wrong if they degrade him and/or beat him up. He'd actually enjoy it; as long as he's useful to them, he doesn't care how he's treated. Desiring to assist Darling by being their stress relief toy.
Masochist! Yandere is also very obvious. Being an annoyance just for the fun of it. He loves to get on Darling's nerves, teasing them about their temper, daring them to get more physical. So cocky and full of himself to make their blood boil. An invitation to put him in his place. He gets off on seeing Darling's glare after all. The only thing satisfying his boredom is messing around—crocodile tears, fake anger, acting frightened—the same stuff he'd do to any type of Darling.
Tsundere! Darling is somewhat defiant like the boy above, but he's much, much easier to tame. Especially with a darling like the one you described. He's actually scared of them. So, he'd tend to act more obedient, cautious not to piss them off if they seem in a lesser good mood. It's hard for him to bite back his words, as he can be rudely blunt or sarcastic at times, but he'd rather avoid pointless fights. He'd generally have more of his apathetic moods around them.
Popular! Yandere is going to be frustrated. I wrote him with the idea of having a hate-love relationship with the darling no matter what. He despises the vulnerability of being in love. Unlike his usual controlled self, the desperation to be with them drives him to be emotionally overreactive. He'd be willing to beg and humiliate himself to get Darling to spend time with him. Eager to please, doing anything they name for attention. The only time he feels alive is when he has their eyes on him.
Sub! Kidnapper believes he can fix Darling. I wrote this yandere with the idea of him possessing a savior complex, which is ultimately how he falls in love with his darling. (I will do a backstory of his regular part later.) He likes to overstep boundaries, thinking that he knows better than them and that they need him to control/take care of each little thing in their life. Different than others (except Crybaby), he likes to jump into action quickly but calculatedly, which would lead to the kidnapping of his beloved and manipulation to make them accept him.
Crybaby! Yandere would have the worst toxic relationship with that type of darling. As I said above, he's another yandere that instantly does something to get close to Darling. Weak and in need of being held, he seeks comfort from them. Being mean to him causes a tantrum. From guilt-tripping with his sad puppy eyes to holding up a knife, threatening to harm himself. Until Darling loses their attitude, embraces him, and whispers praises in his ear—he's not stopping.
Question two.
Crybaby! Yandere would be less anxious about your relationship and being abandoned. The comfort of it way too good to be true. He'd have fewer nightmares of you leaving him, actually opening up about what he wants—to be tied up to the bed, his hair played with while you tell him how obsessively in love you are with him.
Popular! Yandere would feel comfortable being honest about his thoughts as well. That would mean that he's much more critical of you. His end goal is a stable life, so things need to be kept in check. Your yandere tendencies should not get in the way of his planned happy ending or he'd kill both of you in a heartbeat.
Loser! Yandere changes himself for his darling to impress them. He wants to smell good and look good—so that you may forget all the flaws in his personality. If the reader was also a yandere, he wouldn't change himself. He wouldn't need to, considering how you already want him. He'd stare at you a lot, randomly mentioning that you love him.
Clumsy! Yandere would think it's meant to be. Everything with you is like that. Whether you have things in common or not is evidence that you two are soulmates. As a heavy delusional thinker, he'd believe he could tell you were special just like him, not meant for this shallow world. The love between you is all-consuming, which could end up killing you both.
Masochist! Yandere likes making you jealous by flirting with randos; that's established. He wants you to react, to get possessive. If you were a yandere, he'd get a sick thrill that you were killing in his name. He'd like to challenge you. To test how deep your love is for him. It would get pretty gory pretty quickly.
Sub! Kidnapper would tease you about how you couldn't possibly love him as much as he loves you. He wouldn't actually believe that you're like him but would still entertain the idea. Asking your reactions to various situations, mentioning how he'd love to keep you in check. If you were to tie him up, he'd play along, praise your performance, and wait patiently for his turn.
There's an outlier.
To answer for Tsundere! Darling, it's about what kind of a yandere he would be pre-kidnapping. He's the type to push people away, rotting away in solitude. He'd deny his feelings for you but still follow you around just to feel your presence. It leads to him indulging in unhealthy habits, so much so that one night, super drunk and sleep-deprived at 2 in the morning, he finally admits his feelings at your doorstep, practically begging you to date him.
We'll see how he is as a yandere x yandere in his next part! *Cutely teases my readers, knowing I probably won't get to it for weeks teehee*
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.
Popular!Yandere being atleast reluctant, if not a prude, when it comes to perverted stuff, just makes me want to be more perverted around him. Like making dirty jokes around him or whispering filthy things in his ears.
I love the idea of making him all flustered in front of others whether in public or more private space. The idea of using toys on him until he is a mess also brings me joy.
Would he crack after awhile? Would it be in front of others or would he wait until its just us?
Sorry rambled a bit. Hope this wasn't too much. You're an amazing writer and hope you have a wonderful day whenever you read this. ❤
~🦊 anon (if it isn't already taken)
Aww, thanks~! Depends mostly on how long you've been in a relationship. At first, yes. Popular! Yandere is quite a scary guy. If you make any type of dirty joke, he glares at you in a way that has you hot and ashamed. Scolding you mostly. "I told you, you cannot say stuff like that!" He acts a similar way in public, more whispery about it. If you were to be in front of others, talking into his ear, he'd keep his smile despite the urge to roll his eyes. Something judgy in his head, "why are you like this?"
After a short while, a couple of days minimum, he'd become conflicted. A love-hate feeling for your lewdity. Stiffer, more blushy, repeating the same responses weakly. "That is... a really weird thing to say..." He tries to distract himself.
He's not used to liking someone, so it makes sense for him to be a bit uncertain. Pondering whether his strict rules and beliefs should stay, whether that creates a more secure relationship. His greatest fear is losing you, the one thing he cares about in this world, so he intends to play it safe and secure.
Him cracking is up to how determined you are to break him. He's a very unstable guy emotionally. Having mood swings that change rapidly with each thought. One second, he's clicking his tongue, the next he's all scared you'll break up with him for being such a prude, and then "oh, is this a sign that you want to do it, yes? Why didn't you just say so in the first place, darling?"
He knows how to interpret the looks you give him or the innuendo behind your words but is confused about what to do about it. Angry at you for making him all worked up, then crying and begging you to touch him, and finally fucking you until you say it hurts. No longer able to suppress his own desires.
In public, he's more of a quickie guy. Nothing stopping him from grinding against you while he sucks on your tongue in a corner. He doesn't care for others' opinions, really. That being said, he would prefer to refrain from ruining the reputation he worked hard to build. People are resources to a comfortable life, to being stable. Still, he's pulling you to a more private space to release his pent-up lust.
Again, it's your choice to get him worked up in public if you're into it. He wants is to be appealing to you, after all! For you to look at him and pay attention to him. So toys, yes, you can use them on him yet expect him to be very reluctant about it. (He's more open to toys targeting his penis than his butt.) He'll come around; it just takes some time.
How whould the yanderes act with their darling on christmas?
Btw love your writing style
I was unsure how to do this, going over different ideas and such, but I decided to stick to the usual format. Apologies for the delay. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year's!
Loser! Yandere
He overdoes it. Decorating the tree in a way that the green is barely seen. Almost a dozen presents under it. Yes, they're all for you. Asking you for a suggestive thank you. He has plans. So many activities you do together starting from the first day of December. Don't forget you have to kiss him under the mistletoe hanging on every inch of the ceiling.
Sub! Kidnapper
Unfortunately for him, he ends up with a cold. What luck! He wanted to wake you up with pancakes and eggnog, only to find himself unable to get out of bed. Expect him to ask you repetitive questions about where you're going. Afraid you'd leave him and make an escape at his weakest. The only good thing about being ill is being fed soup by his beloved.
Masochist! Yandere
He's forcibly dressing you as Santa. Sitting on your lap, telling you his lewdest fantasies for Christmas. He's dressed all slutty too. In a two-piece red lingerie set. You deny him his present, reminding him of how naughty he's been. That only makes him more horny. Grinding on your lap and suggesting a harsher punishment than receiving coal.
Crybaby! Yandere
His holiday spirit is lacking. Whining when your warmth is stolen from him, begging for five more minutes. He's sensitive to the cold; you wouldn't leave him to get sick, right? The cuddle puts him back to sleep, your fingers brushing his hair while you both lie in bed. Clingy as usual, nuzzling in your neck. Nothing different.
Clumsy! Yandere
Gifting you the perfect thing was his only wish. Poor him, he destroys whatever he touches. Yet he still tries to wrap his present: a book describing everything he loves about you. It goes horribly wrong with the wrapping paper around him and tape sticking to his skin. He ends up being your gift instead, your own boytoy? If you want him...
Popular! Yandere
Your chargers go missing, your devices are all dead, and even the cities' electricity cuts off! But it's not a coincidence. He didn't want you to spend more time staring at a screen than at him. Candles illuminate the interior. The smell of sex in the air. It's hard to be upset at what he did when you're coming your brains out.
Tsundere! Yandere
As long as you don't involve him in the physical activities, he won't complain. Loves to listen to Christmas songs (not the "annoying ones") a few days before. Watching classic holiday movies is also a must. He talks about how the Grinch is just like him while sipping on his white hot chocolate. Eating cookies, deliberately getting frosting on himself so you'd lick him.
