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Multiple Yandere Viewers x Male Camboy (2)

A/N: Dang, I completely forgot the title in the first post. Was too excited i guess. Anyways, here's the second one.

By the way, camboy is a bottom here. Just making it clear.

Warnings: usage of sex toys and cosplay.

Inspired by : https://www.tumblr.com/zolass/778832047022161920/live-lust-love-masterlist-bottom-male-reader-x?source=share by zolass! Please check it out!

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It was now the third day after your little stream. One of your friends invited you to a dinner party so your second stream ended up being delayed. The party did have delicious food and nice music so it wasn't too bad.

Humming, you opened up a box filled with clothes. These weren't the typical day to day clothing. It was the ones designed to make people's night life more fun. And now you were going to use them to spice up your own night.

A reverse bunny suit, a short tight dress, another dress with a high slit and some heels. You were deciding on which one to wear. The short dress was nice but your eyes were stuck on the reverse bunny suit.

Imagining how your front would be completely exposed made your cock twitch in excitement. You always did have an exhibitionist streak.

Picking up the chosen outfit, you headed to the bathroom. You didn't plan on stretching yourself open on stream this time. You didn't know if some people would get disappointed but unfortunately for them, you planned on following your whims.

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"Good evening, or perhaps morning to you all"

You sat at the edge of the bed. Your legs crossed as you watch the comments increase by the second. There was a pleasant tingle in your spine. Each time you moved, the beads inside pressed against your walls. You really should to use them more.

'woooo i thought you won't stream anymore'

'Dang you look so sexy rn'

'fuck i want those legs to squeeze my dick'

'Bunny!!!!!'

'please please show us the whole fit please please'

'i wanna suck your nips'

Well now. Looks like you were more popular than you thought. You tugged on the bunny ears atop your head. Considering the warm welcome last time, you suppose this was to be expected.

"Mhm. Had to attend something so this ended up being delayed."

You uncrossed your legs and spread them wide open. Your hard length and your hole filled with a toy in full view. The sight was enough to kill someone.

'FUCK'

"Why thank you."

You laughed at the numerous curses that floated by. You made a good choice. You didn't know if they knew what kind of toy it was but you could give them a hint.

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Blue eyes stared in adoration at the white haired streamer. The black outfit called reverse? bunny made your pale skin stand out. Your nipples and genitals displayed while black latex hugged your legs. The black heels adding more charm.

A bulge in his pants but the owner made no move. His hands were clenched tightly but he stubbornly held back.

His breath hitched when he saw you move to lay on your back, leaving only your lower half to be seen. Your hands reaching to give your cock a few strokes before reaching towards the circular handle and slowly pulling it out.

Your legs trembled a bit as bead after bead came out. Low moans escaping your mouth. Your hole doing its best to keep the beads trapped inside. You gasped, your legs squeezing together. Your plump buttocks and thighs looked absolutely tantalizing.

He drooled. His dick twitching and he almost couldn't stop his hands but he gritted his teeth. He wants to cum just by watching you. To orgasm at the the same time.

After the last bead, you let out a sigh of comfort before slowly slipping them back in and then taking it out. The round shape making it a bit harder. A frustrated whine left your lips when the stimulation proved to not be enough.

You rolled on your stomach and folded your knees before harshly pushing all the beads inside. Your hole tightened and you couldn't help but hump the bed.

You took a small purple remote and set the vibrations to the highest setting, too impatient to take it slow. You couldn't help but shriek when the beads started vibrating inside.

"Ah! Nhn! Feels good!"

You humped the sheets with intense fervor. Your prostate getting repeatedly abused. The sheets rubbing against your dick felt amazing.

"I-fweh- really...ought-there! To use this...more often!"

A whimper sounded from him as his hips began thrusting. Every moan heard going towards his lower regions. He gasped and placed his fingers inside his mouth. Pretending it was your cock. Frantically chasing your own pleasure and using him to relieve yourself.

He shudders at the thought. His cock twitching in response. His fingers thrusting in and out. Swirling his tongue around, fantasizing how great it would feel to have you sit on his face. Your thighs locking him in place, forcing him to stay down and serve you.

He couldn't help but groan as a sticky feeling spread from his underwear, watching your whole body tense and curl up, shivers racking your whole body from the intense orgasm.

The slimy feeling made him wince but he was too blissed out to care. After a few minutes, he sighed.

How was he supposed to go back to daily life after seeing you? The things you did to him. He couldn't bear to think what would happen if he met you in real life. Everything about you made him depraved and obsessed.

He comforts himself with thoughts of never seeing you. The thought sending a disappointed twinge to his heart. It can't be helped, he'd have to rely on his delusions to get by. Hopefully this fascination disappears soon. If not-

He will have no choice but to seek you out himself.

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You lay on the bed for a minute or so before moving to sit up. You turned off the vibrations and slowly took out the bead. Grunting as you did so.

Now you remember why you didn't use this one as much. While it managed to make you cum, it didn't feel as satisfying as a phallic shaped one.

You faintly remember someone asking to see the whole outfit. Your legs trembled a bit as you stood up. Cum leaking from your half hard cock and liquid dripping from your backside.

You dragged a chair to the desk, having repositioned the desk a bit. You sat down, uncaring of the fluids staining it. After a few seconds of fumbling around the settings, you managed to set the comment speed to slow.

"There, now we can chat for a bit."

'i came twice'

'that was hot af, hmu if you need a good dicking down'

'Plz fuck my mouth'

"Eager, aren't we?"

You snickered and leaned against your hand.

"I don't hate it."

'permission to goon?'

'i wanna fuck you so baaad'

'when are you gonna stream again?'

You blink. While the experience was still exciting and fresh, you didn't think it'd last if you keep doing it everyday. You would eventually get bored and move on to another endeavor.

"Hmm, when I'm in the mood."

'Noooooo'

'please do it more'

"You're gonna have to find something else while I'm away. Although-"

Your eyes twinkled in mischief as a thought came to mind.

"I'd be happy if you refrain from touching yourself and wait for me to come back."

To be honest, you didn't think anyone would follow through. You weren't a famous streamer after all. The heat and hype would soon die down. For both you and your viewers.

Comments agreeing and promising to be good slid past. The desperate tone making you laugh. How cute. So terribly cute. Your friends always said you were a bit mean to anything you took an interest in.

You chatted a bit before shutting the stream down. Standing up to take a shower and cleaning the everything that needed it.

Tomorrow would be a usual day for you. Hounding restaurants and exploring around.

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A/N: my draft got eaten near the end. Sad. Had to revise some stuff. I ended up staying up because of my friends. I hope you enjoyed it!

I really need to start coming up with names for the yanderes. Next chapter will be focus on rl more. Tbh i haven't decided if i should make camboy an oc or just keep it vague. And i toned down the moaning sfx. I'm gonna start to thin out the smut part because i feel like I suck at it.

Thanks for reading!

Yandere who you met at the park in the middle of the night. Him staring at you while you sat on top of a tree.

A really tall tree.

There was a moment where he thought you were dumb enough to climb a really fucking tall tree and get stuck until he saw you climb down easily.

Ok.

After that he just kept on going to the park in hopes of meeting you. The two of you barely spoke, most of the time you were on your phone or zoning out while perched on a branch. Sometimes on the slide, depending on your mood.

At some point he began initiating small talk. Talking about how shitty people were and how he wanted to just leave behind his job except his boss cried in front of the whole company when he tried.

You slowly blinked at him. Funny man. What does someone else's tears have anything to do with him? Weirdo.

He was sitting on a bench while you were, once again, on a tree. He kept staring at you with a conflicted face. Looking like he was trying to confirm something. Sometimes blushing, sometimes going stone faced, sometimes giving a dopey smile.

Ok.

Is he high?

You climbed down the tree once more. His eyes widened a bit when you approached him. It's been two months since you've been doing this whole meet-me-in-the-park type of thing.

It was the first time you actually went near him. Preferring to keep a safe distance. While he understood, it still made his heart ache. Especially when he realized he might hold some romantic feelings towards you.

His heart started beating loudly when you sat next to him. Phone still in hand but definitely, absolutely, reallyitwasntadream, no-it'snotadelusioneither-, sitting next to him.

His brain combusted. His throat suddenly felt dry and his eyes were now locked onto you.

You glanced at him and went back to watching stupid dog videos on your phone. Weirdo.

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He was still staring.

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Okay, you were a bit concerned now. You didn't think normal people could handle not blinking that long. You raised a hand, his eyes zeroed on it. Eyes suddenly blazing with anticipation.

Are-are you gonna touch him? Perhaps hold his hand? Or maybe-just maybe- touch his face????!!!!

In a way, you did.

You lightly began to slap his cheek.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Blink."

"Ehehehehehehehehe."

He blinked.

And then nearly passed out.

Uh that was too creepy for you so you went back to the tree. Yup. Trees are good. Trees won't act weird nor creep you out. Trees are life.

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You started sitting next to him. Slowly inching closer and closer while he tried his best not to past out in joy. And then it happened.

You pressed your body beside him and rubbed your head against his shoulder.

FUUUUUCK

He nearly tore his pants by how hard he was clenching them because-fuck- you were being so cute???? Acting like some kitten who finally gave his human some affection after months of judging him??? Urk!!!! Fuck!!!! So cute!!!!!

He might as well draw up the marriage paper right here and the two of you could skip to some countryside or island where no one knows you and live out the rest of your life in seclusion forever and ever until your last breath- woooo. Deep breaths, deep breaths.

"Uh, do-do you want to go out with me?"

He cringed. What kind of confession was that? He sounded like a teenage boy asking his crush out while having a massive meltdown inside his mind!.

You slowly blinked.

"Ok."

Huh? Did he hear that right? You agreed?

"Does...does that mean you,uh, l-like me too..?" There was a hopeful tone in his voice. You stared at him. Silly human.

Of course you liked him. Why else would you bother going down a perfectly nice tree just to sit down next to him?

You tell him that and he beamed. He didn't understand the whole tree appeal but he could manage!

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Oh god he was barely managing this. You? You on the other hand was managing it well.

The two of you started living together in your house after a year and he was slowly losing his mind because how can someone like you exist?

You somehow tolerated every single one of his selfish demands. Demanding you don't talk to anyone but him? Easy. You didn't have anyone in your contacts anyway.

Asking you not to leave the house? Sure. But your daily nightwalks was unstoppable, now with an added accessory clinging to your arm. Exploring the city and finding hidden stores open at night. Just sitting in the park or you making him push the swing while you sat on it like the tyrant you were.

Throwing a tantrum about paying attention to him? You laid on his lap and had him stroke your head while you nap surrounded by his scent.

Needless to say, he was falling deeper and deeper in the abyss called you. A very warm and comforting abyss.

It felt like finding his other half. The one destined for him. His soulmate.

It was when he saw you talking to a handsome fellow with orange hair that it happened.

Screaming and crying. Asking you who he was. If you cheated on him. If you had enough of him that had you climbing atop a shelf.

He paused in his words and froze when a puff of smoke appeared.

There, in your place, was a large, long-haired cat. Fluffy and toasty. The type that was perfect for cuddling.

His brain operations halted. Staring at you in shock while you tilted your head to look at him. Letting out a cute meow and jumping to his arms.

He was still in shock but managed to catch you just fine. He walked a few steps back until he was by the couch and fell back.

His whole world thrown upside down at the magical event that just occurred. You pawed at him.

"Why are you mad at my dad?"

What.

What did you say.

His father in law?!!

That. That good looking handsome man was your dad?!

Too many mental damages made him faint again.

Oh well. You shrugged and laid down on his chest. The air getting knocked out of him. Purring, you began to knead at him. A massage with do the trick.

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A/N: uh. I didn't abandon L.C.A if you were wondering. I just got lost browsing through the male yandere tag. I'm fairly new to tumblr and holy shit this place is a treasure trove for stories. Why haven't I used this app? If it wasn't me wanting to follow 14 days with you blog I never would have known this was a great place for someone like me who craves fics for three meals a day.

Trigger warnings: Suicide Attempt, Slight Coercion, Confinement.

Male Childhood Friend Yandere x Male Reader

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It's been three months since the last time you went outside. Not because you didn't want to, of course. You were staring outside the window of your apartment. Watching as people went on their daily lives. Walking to their destination, calling for a cab, hand in hand with a lover, laughing and joking with a friend.

Once you were one of them.

You used to go outside and take walks each time your mind needed a break from writing. Going inside cafes, listening to the mundane chatter of other customers. Most of the time you were out camping somewhere with few people. Enjoying peace with nature.

Now you were a caged bird. Chained not by metallic chains but by the traitorous organ beating inside your chest. How humurous. How laughable. Choosing to abandon your own freedom for the wellbeing of someone else.

The bathroom door opened and he appeared. Clad in black slacks and a that one shirt you bought in one of your random travels.

Your captor, the one making you stay confined in this forsaken place.

....and your very own prisoner.

You did not understand why it came to this.

He gave you a lopsided smile and went straight to the fridge, taking out some drinks and snacks before plopping himself on the couch. Arranging everything on the coffee table, he briefly look around and cursed as he stood up again. He forgot the blankets.

Of course he did. He always did. It was your job to make fun of him as he trudged back to the bedroom. Instead you left your post and sat on the couch.

You waited.

He soon arrived and took the place beside you, covering both of you with the fabric and snuggled against you. You couldn't help but smile.

"What are we watching today?"

You glanced at the lists of movies. Nothing in particular caught your eye. You went through so many movies in the span of three months you were stuck inside that you were getting a bit tired.

"Comedy? We watched horror last night, I want something funny now."

He hummed thoughtfully before shrugging and agreeing.

"True, I had several weird dreams when I went to sleep after that, We need a palate cleanser."

He paused.

"A movie palate cleanser, keke."

As always, he laughed at his own jokes with that strange laugh of his. It was alright though.

You love the way his eyes lights up when smiling.

The two of you decided on one and got comfortable. Laughing, eating snacks and sneaking some kisses here and there. Just like a couple in love.

....you were not.

Three months ago the two of you were just childhood friends. Ordinary friends you could find anywhere else. Babies who grew up having the other crying beside them because their parents lived next to each other.

Learning to talk, walk and read while knowing that if you turned your head you could see someone beside you always had been a comforting thought for years.

As you two grew up, you began a promising career as an author with books selling out at a fast pace. This led you to leaving frequently to travel for long periods of times. Sometimes you took him with you. But you were usually on your own.

You didn't think anything changed, you didn't think you two drifted apart. You failed to notice the dimming eyes of the one beside you. The way he stared blankly at you talking to a stranger you met on the road, the missed calls piling up on your phone each time you were in an area with no signal.

You should have been more careful. Should have paid more attention. Should have accompanied him more. Should have-!

But its all too late.

You went home to the apartment you both shared, you asking him to live together and him agreeing without a second thought. Because why would he refuse? You were used to having his presence near you in your own abode. Couldn't stomach the thought of not seeing him while inside your house.

Your rooms had windows facing each other growing up, you only had to open the window and you would be able to see him. You did not want that to change.

Opening the door the first thing you see is the red stains.

Red.

Red liquid seeping into the floor.

RedredredredredredredredredRED

You remember dropping everything to the ground as you stumbled and crawled towards his limp body. Hands trembling as you cradled his face, a terrifying gash decorating his wrist.

You gasped for breath and hysterically screamed his name. Placing your head towards his chest, praying, hoping, pleasegodpleaseanyone, and hearing that faint beating of his heart.

You quickly took out your phone, crying as you dialed 911, a womans voice answering, you explaining while cradling him close to your chest.

The next thing you knew, you were in a hospital. A blanket draped over you. People asking you for details. His parents, your parents, all panicking and surrounding you.

Your brain stopped processing.

When you snapped out of your daze, you were sitting beside his hospital bed. Holding his hand. Waiting for him to wake up, to ask why. To ask if you had done something wrong, if something had happened, if someone had been at fault.

He stirred. Eyes slowly opening, blinking at the lights and slowly stopped to stare at you. Your breath hitched and you began shouting for a nurse while feeling him tighten his hand in your hold.

The week after that was hectic, lots of people crying and asking questions. He didn't answer a single one, only smiling weakly and saying he wanted some time alone. His parents considered therapy, your parents voiced their concerns and unconditional support. You.

You stood beside him. Still holding his hand. You waited. Waited for everyone to trickle out of the room. Everyone trusting you to take care of him.

Slowly, you sat in the chair his mother had been occupying and tried to calm your nerves. This question had long been overdue.

"Was it because of me?"

He froze.

That reaction chilled you to the bone.

"N-no, of course,"

He stumbled on his words. Tears formed in your eyes but you held them in. You were not the one who was hurt after all. You needed to understand what you needed to change, what you had done that pushed him to this point.

He took a deep breath. His hands slowly clamping on your wrist. He held your hands like he was holding something precious. Posed as if he was about to pray, your hands enveloped inside that prayer.

"I- I thought I was about to lose you."

What? For a moment, your brain became blank.

"Each time I saw the empty apartment, I kept thinking about who you were with, that you were somewhere I was not."

He reached out to caress your face. Eyes locked into yours. An unknown emotion swirled inside them. You swallowed. You felt as though you knew what he was about to say.

"I love you, more than you can ever know."

His face leaned in closer to yours. Until your foreheads were touching. His hand moved towards the back of your head.

"I want to be together with you every waking second. I want to be able to see you and only you for eternity. I want to lock the two of us inside a room where we will both slowly lose ourselves with each other. I want us to abandon everything and approach death in each others arms."

You had no answer. What were you supposed to say? Rejecting him wasn't what you wanted nor were you ready to accept. You were stuck in a dilemma.

He must have saw your struggle because the smile he gave was tinged with madness.

"If I have to endure that loneliness again, I'd rather end myself while I still have you."

And that.

That settled everything.

He was discharged and despite the parents wishes for him to have therapy sessions, he refused with a smile. That very same day, you both began hunting for a new apartment. You wanted to leave and start anew.

You slowly cut off contacts with your acquitances. You communicated with your editor online and sent all your drafts, declining any invitations for meetups, stating you were in seclusion for inspiration.

You never answered him that day. But perhaps he didn't need any. When you asked him to quit his job, to just stay at home and keep you company, citing his recovery as an excuse, he must have figured out an answer he wanted.

Now the both of you stayed in an apartment far from everything and anyone you knew. Keeping each other bound. Everything that had to be handled outside could be easily solved with a phone call and some cash. What a truly convenient world.

You don't know how long this situation will last. But you did know one thing. That you loved him far more than you loved yourself. If leaving him means losing him forever, you didn't mind exchanging your freedom to keep him breathing and by your side.

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