#yandere streamer x reader

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Hype Train!

F! Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 8~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, YANDERE, pet names (pretty, pretty girl, my girl, good girl, ) WHOLE PART IS SMUTT, NSFW, p in v, creampie, oral on f, giving safe words, use of toys, shiabari, bondage, ball gag, blindfold, overstim(a lil?), squirting, flogging, not use of safe word-but like teaching when to use one, and some sweet aftercare!, fingering, shorter part

“Jassss—ahhh!!—perrrr!!!!”

He slams his hips into your ass with loud slaps over and over, your whole body lurching forward every time. He holds your body tightly against his by the ropes he tied in knots all over your pretty body.

“P-please! Harder!!! Ah!! Jas-perrrr! Harder!!! HARDER!!!!” You cry out like your life depends on this one moment.

“Y/N! F-fuck!! Y/N,” He pulls you further up by those ropes like you’re a puppet and grabs your collared throat with his other, choking you enough to bring you to that precipice you already love dancing on with him.

The resounding slapping of his pelvis against your skin is already so loud in the night, you’re glad you’re not in your old apartment where everyone would be hearing not only that, but both of your desperate howling.

“AHHH!!!!” You feel his cum finally splash deep into your womb, instantly filling you up. “Jas—per!!! Mmmm!!!”

“Cum on me again, pretty!” He thrusts harder and harder still, lifting your body higher over and over again.

The ropes burn and the pain mixes so deliciously with the intense pleasure leaving you delirious as you cum another time, your spasms milk him dry.

His dick twitches inside you.

You relax completely and catch your breath, while he still holds you up by the rope.

“J-jasper, th-that was—”

“After what you did, Y/N, I’m not even close to being done with you.” He nuzzles your neck and nips your ear.

You shiver, your eyes widening.

You hadn’t known at the time what you were getting yourself into, “I’m gonna devour you, Y/N. You’re never leavin my sight again.” He had said to you while you gazed up at him, wide eyed, from under the desk. His hand caressing your chin. If you had a tail it would have been wagging, you felt so proud. You did so good!

Back to right now, and his teeth and snakebites are grazing your skin, raising goosebumps in their wake.

“You better be ready for more, pretty~”

“Wha—?” Before you can ask, your abruptly flipped onto your back. Your tied arms behind you are making your back arch in this position. “J-Jas—”

“I told you before we left, pretty girl. There's no way I'd be done with you yet.” He starts putting pillows under your ass, lifting up your lower half using the ropes that surround both sides of your glistening pussy.

The pressure around the outside of your lips squeezing them together makes you shake and whine.

“Just relax f’me. Im not gonna check in much t’day.”

“Kay,” you nod. It's so pleasant how comfortable he makes you.

He grabs a ball gag and a blindfold out of his bedside table.

Carefully he puts them on you, “Open up, pretty,” You shudder and do just that.

He’s fussing over you and making sure your hair’s not caught in anything. Then he fixes the rest of your hair from sticking to your skin and having gone under the rope from the last few sessions.

Once your blind, and he’s pulled away, you hear a *click* like a button being pressed.

Nothing happens and you relax, not even having realized that you even tensed up.

He chuckles, “Good girl, now if you want me to actually stop, say some kind of random food, like pineapple, or avocado. Got it? i’ll hear it through that gag, don’t worry, pretty.”

“mmhmmf,” You nod. At first you think it sounds silly, but then you realize how much power he’s giving you in your physically powerless state.

Your belly feels all fluttery, you’re already more than hot and bothered all over again.

You wiggle your hips a little against the restraints.

“Aw, such a good girl f’me”

A long second of nothing happens and the anticipation swells inside of you until, *Thwap!*

A few leather strands lightly slap your thigh, He slowly drags it across your leg. It tickles, “Mmff!” You smile, and bend weird against the ropes.

“You like that, pretty? want me to hit ya harder?”

“Mmmff hmff!” you nod.

He’s smiling and admiring your beautiful body, he cant wait to leave marks all over you.

He waits another long second before smacking you with it again, this time harder, still not enough to actually hurt you, but it stings. You wiggle and moan against the gag. Another smack with it, harder and in the same spot, before he moves and smacks your other thigh.

After a couple more hits, both your thighs are hot, you think hes going to hit you again until you feel the strands lightly glide between your folds. You convulse as you come again. "MMMM!!!! ASERRR" His name around that gag makes his dick twitch and hit his own thigh.

He didn't think he'd be getting hard again so soon after cumming three times already.

It fills with more blood still as he thinks about filling you up with even more cum. "Fffuck, pretty, you're too good f'me, im gettin' hard again jus lookin at ya"

You smile and wiggle more, trying to entice him. He already was, but now he's just plain mesmerized.

You don't even register the click before you feel him pop something not too big inside you.

You feel a new stinging as the flog is guided through the air right down onto your tender cunt. “Mmmm!! mm!!” He hits right over your opening again.

Then he leans down to suck your hardened clit, his tongue expertly flicking you as he does. It's TOO much! you shake your head violently, screaming around the little red ball.

"let it out f'me, pretty~" he turns up the vibration.

You feel a pull on the ropes around your thighs, squeezing your abused lips together as he sucks your clit again. mixed with the vibration inside you, you feel so overwhelmed.

“Mm onna!!!!! aserrrrr!!!” You pant, and yell.

“C’mon, pretty, you can do it,” His words are sloppy as his tongue laps under your hood.

You release a torrent of juices, you didn’t even know was possible. “Such a good girl—”

The feeling of releasing that way is unlike anything you’ve ever felt.

As soon as you do and you’re panting so very heavily, he removes the vibrator and the gag, you cough and shake. You didn’t really notice your legs until just now.

He knows you didn’t say a safe word, but something looks off.

“J-jasper, my legs are cr-cramping”

His eyes widen a little, and his heart hurts, he reaches back into that drawer and pulls a knife out.

In two smooth motions your binds are all cut.

Next his body is wrapped around yours, and he’s massaging your calves, “Y’know you can use safe words for leg cramps too, sweet girl,” He peppers some loving kisses to your face, “You were tied up li’that for a while…”

“I didn’t think about it… o-or notice” You giggle through the pain, focusing on his soft hands. “Thanks s’much Jasper, I’m sor-“

“No need, pretty, think ya can walk to the bathroom w’ me”

Your legs feel better after he rubbed them, they feel a little like solid rocks now though, but you think you can!

“You’re so cute, do you even know you make a face when you’re feelin’ determined?” He pokes your cute cheek.

Your face warms a little, how this man makes you feel all these kinds of things is beyond you.

He slings your arm around him testing if your able to walk, and you seem pretty good, just a slight hobble… Might not even be from the cramping. He can’t help but smile.

“Good job pretty, you’re doin so good,”

The en-suite isn’t too far, and he sets you down on a poofy stool near the tub. You stretch your legs, he was careful with you to not cut off any blood flow, so you’re thankfully not numb anywhere.

You’re usually dehydrated and get cramps like these sometimes anyway. Probably the combination of the bend and the constant curling of your toes.

As soon as the water warms he helps you into the tub, then climbs in behind you.

Warm arms wrap around you, and for a while you both just relax like that. He eventually moves first leaning back against the tub.

You lean back into him and snuggle into his chest. “Pretty~ Ya gonna fall’sleep before you can wash li’this,”

He reaches over for a loofa and dips it in the water.

“here, pretty girl, lemme…”

He starts with just scribing in gentle circles down your arms, then your legs. He gets to your neck, kissing every spot before he cleans it.

The loofa tickles as he runs it up your sides. He uses one hand to fondle you, caressing up your belly, then gently cups your tit. The loofa travels down between your legs, and his fingers up. He tweaks your nipple, and blows a puff at your ear lobe.

He forgoes the loofa and dips a finger into you, you lean back and widen your legs until one is hooked over the tubs edge.

“Good girl, such a good girl f’me” His other hand trails your arm, and finds your hand to hold.

“I love you, Y/N, s’much…” a soft kiss to your neck, “I jus’ wanna spoil you…” another kiss, under your jaw this time, and he caresses your hand with his own. “I wanna protect you…” A longer kiss this time, “mmm, protect you from everything, even your past.”

“Ahhhmmm!” You clasp your hand around the one of his that’s between your legs, pressing it harder to you so he stops as you come again.

“So pretty~” he purrs.

[yxami]

I’m so mad that I keep losing stars in my fav game so I decided to write a stupid little thing

desc: yandere streamer x gn reader, yandere masochist, mentions of masochism, degrading, nsfw, etc etc.

For the past few games you’ve been doing horribly, losing stars left and right, near the edge of losing a rank, all because you’ve been getting paired with feeders and low skill players.

You were so frustrated you just wanted to delete the game all together but that’s what made you attracted to it, the competition, the needed skill level to actually be good at it unlike some other games that were pay to win.

The same frustration caused you to lash out at a teammate that already was at a bad start, you were questioning why they couldn’t defend the turrets and fight against 1 enemy. What was so hard about it?

After repeating your complaints out loud all you got back was a meek “sorry..” from a masculine voice, he sounded soft spoken and shy, you immediately felt guilt slam your heart. You should’ve likely been nicer to him, even if he wasn’t doing so good, some support would’ve helped him better than some insults.

“It’s fine, um, just call me if you need help” You brushed it off, hoping you didn’t seem entirely like an asshole.

So you played nice, for a little bit, until he started dying again, practically feeding the players just a few minutes later.

“Dude, why do you keep dying? I told you to call me if you needed help, I’m checking the map and as soon as I run over to help you’re already dead” You groaned, speaking in a voice that obviously showed your annoyance.

“I- hah, I’m sorry..!” He managed to squeak out, it sounded a little odd, somewhat similar to his meek demeanor earlier but a little… different.

You ignored it though, and moved on from it, continuing to play, hoping he wouldn’t continue to play at this low skill level.

The same player that you lashed out at was getting off on this. Nobody has ever outright degraded him without warning, especially with such a beautiful voice. He was a sucker for degradation and insults, the whole 9 yards, but he had never gotten turned on by it from someone until now.

Even he didn’t believe he was into it other than the audio’s he’d listen to from time to time. Of course, you proved that wrong, and now this little nerd was jerking himself off to the memory of his skillful teammate embarrassing him in the lobby.

His microphone was on, an expensive one at that, able to pick up a voice loud and clear, which risked him getting caught every time he whimpered and panted.

Harder to manage with how close he got when you pointed out his need for help 24/7 without being able to fight alone. You wanted to be nice, he could tell, but even now he was doing too bad for you to act kind.

And he was so happy his shaky hands kept messing him up, only using one to play, while the other pumped his cock at your insults and chastising words.

“F-fuck.. sorry, I’m- sorry” He panted out, biting onto his shirt as he was close to his breaking point.

“You’re fucking useless, don’t play ranked if you can’t do good” You growled over voice chat, no longer willing to help him with how terrible he was doing.

“Sh-shit” He mewed out, cumming all over his expensive keyboard. He was too dazed to focus on the fact that he spent lots of hard earned streaming money on it.

Now that he came he had to play good to impress you, so after a minute or two, he wiped his keyboard as best as he could and truly played with the assets he had obtained from playing so often.

He ended up carrying the team with 25-5-9, managing to flip the winning side towards your team, causing you to shortly thank and friend him. You wanted to play with good people after-all, and if he can play his cards right and change the entire fate of a game in the matter of minutes then you definitely wanted to play more with him.

He immediately accepted your friend request and jumped up and down, excited that he managed to impress you, he was a ‘praise me’ and ‘degrade me’ type of guy.

You checked his profile out afterwards to find out he was a famous streamer, he had a badge for being a well known one and the amount of followers he had made your jaw drop, you were embarrassed that you were the one insulting him.

But that wouldn’t make sense on why he wasn’t doing good at the start? You made a few excuses in your head as to why and decided to shut the game off.

He pouted when you logged off, sighing at how you weren’t up to play another game, he made sure to put notifications on when you’d come online. He needed to get to know you more. He’d do anything for another session like that.

[heartfullofleeches]

Miller [Streamer Yan] and Vtuber Darling that's a regular 110% human being just like them :). Darling's model is pretty average, yet cute looking, but it's their gimmick that really pulls people in.

"Ah, I'm a little thirsty. Excuse me while I drink water with my human mouth... which I have only one of."

"Do you like when I play horror games? I. Like. Them. Too. But I prefer the ones where the main character befriends the monsters at the end :)"

"Oh... Is that really what people look like instead?... I. Am full of meat too. We have so much more in common than I thought."

Quite the oddball, but their chat finds their behaviors adorable. Miller does too. They're over the moon when Darling accepts their friend requests and even more thrilled when darling mentions Miller is their first companion and streaming buddy. They've never been able to make friends before and was lonely because of it, but since they've gained a following it feels like they're never alone.

There are a few hiccups on the day Miller and Darling first stream together. Static drowns out darling's voice when they call and Miller can faintly hear what sounds like...purring? in the background. Darling apologies for the strange sounds once they're finally able to get through to Miller - their pet cat was happy they finally made a friend.

Miller is crushing hard from day one. They've never seen darling's face, but if they're half as cute as their voice they might be too far out of Miller's league. They've tried scrolling through darling's social media pages for photos of them, but all they were able to find was old selfies taken in the worst lighting imaginable... Pretty blurry too.

Darling likes Miller too. They feel as though they can trust the streamer. Trust them with anything.

"Mill...er? I. Have a confession."

"I'm all ears- Lay it on me, baby."

"Can you promise? Promise. Not to be.. Afraid?"

"Afraid? Who'd ever be scared of someone like you? You don't really scream serial killer from the conversations we've had so far."

"If that's is the case... Join the call. See. Me. I. Trust you, Miller."

Call? Oh, darling invited them to a video call. It's crazy that it's the first one after all the time, but Miller respects their privacy....a little. Miller can't see much of anything when they join in. Small, white lights greet them shrouded by the darkness of darling's room as their end connects. Looking closer, Miller realizes....

Those are eyes.

"I'm. So sorry for deceiving you.... and everyone else. Miller.... Thank you for being so kind to me. I couldn't lie to you anymore. I'm sorry. I understand. If you hate me now ...."

"Hate you?.... I'm trying to figure out when our first date is-"

"Ah?"

"You like pork chops? Steak? I remember you talking a lot about meat in earlier streams. I like a person who can really eat, y'know?"

Are they.... flirting? Darling is vaguely aware of the practice. Miller can see them right? Why are they acting so nonchalant about their appearance?

"Hm? It's still you, isn't it? A few more eyes or rows of teeth don't change the fact you're one of the chillest people I've met online. Cutest too. Even now.... So, when can we meet up?"

Miller is strange.... but Darling is strange too. They're happy they met them.

-

Miller: So you're telling me you've been this sexy monster person this entire time?

Vtuber Darling: i... suppose?

Miller: And you choose that boring ass design as your avatar?! Actually that was probably better for me personally - weeds out some of the competition.

[privitivium]

can you write another Yan streamer x m!reader but have it yan!streamer invite reader to his stream for some gaming and chat actually liking reader a bit more than yan!streamer or just trolling on him, then maybe after the reader and yan!streamer start talking about dicks again and reader mocks yan!streamer saying he probably cums quick like a virgin, and then it inevitably leads to them jerking off together on a video call both mocking each other about how their faces look or the noises they both make just a angry video jerk off sesh.... and if I had to use like the terms you listed on your rules probably a domtop m!reader x dombot yan!streamer vibes, both fighting for dominance but reader wins ^_^

sorry it took so long, havent been getting lotta inspo to write for streamer yan ....... sorry for any mistakes mwah

yandere amab streamer x loser amab reader

[ his name is ambrose. he just looks like an ambrose shh. ] cw;; masturbation, creep streamer - mentions of stalking

it's a wonder how he manages to live so long. this goddamn idiot… he, ambrose - a friend, some weirdo streamer ( who you watch on the down low ) who invited you on his stream.

skeptical of course, as anyone would be really… like, would you be doxxed for hanging out with this guy??? he did have quite the following - ( you werent about to admit that he's pretty ), so it'd be a bit normal to have a few threatening comments directed at you.. haha. but that didn't seem to be the case at all! entering with the line, “you ruined my cloud watching.” when in reality you were just fucking around on your computer with no intent to play nor bother nor be bothered nor cloud watch - stealing the attention quite easily with idiotic one-liners after you kill him. the score, 10 to 3. how embarrassing for him…

“you literally keep giving yourself away, what's wrong with you?” you grunt, annoyed. yet humorous... not watching his stream for once to take him down for once… how commendable. but with one quick glance at his chat would tell you all you need to know, really… they seemed to favor you. your “cloud-watching” really got through to them, huh??? ( of course it was ambrose talking about you to his chat beforehand ) ah - in the midst of reading the flirtatious and ego-boosting comments, you were killed in your hunkered down position by melee.. yeah fuck this guy. grumbling to yourself as he laughs at you, face growing warm - anger or embarrassment? both.

“dude, just say AFK?” ambrose snorts, acting as though you are stupid. fuck you can't stand that tone of voice… obviously, you actually being pissed off is something he immediately takes note of - after a few more minutes of badgering you, he decides to end the stream. a sorrowful goodbye from his chat to you… how sweet.

ambrose humming in delight, clicking away and immediately running around the map to figure out where you respawned. if only he could stream snipe you like you do him... the second best thing is just watching you on a smaller monitor playing in your room. jerking off every other night like a crazed freak... him to you. he cant help himself, alright?!ㅡ“what do you know? who just got knifed in the throat?” that smug little bastard. in a private room, 1v1 on a relatively huge map… just for the comedic appeal for his viewers as he told you over messages

ㅡ“fuck you, i was away from keyboard!!”

“good game..” he says after an awkward throat clearing - squirming in his chair, trying to keep his tone from wavering…

“whatever, fuck you…” obviously having no other insult other than the classic fuck you. you grimace at your words, knowing you could've done better - done worse, commenting on his physical appearance again, or even mentioning dicks. but you were… hn. thinking about something else. jerking off after this ends…

ㅡ"yeah, yeah, i bet you dream of that…”

“no… who would want to dream of fucking a two-pump fuck like you?” you wrinkle your nose, grinning mischievously as you exit the lobby - relaxing back in your chair… “you wouldn't last.” you say simply, glaring over the camera at his form over the monitor.

ambrose scoffs, jerking his head back in disbelief. was he really talking this way to his object of affection? this is just like the dick thing all over again. he already feels his dick itching - precum smearing and staining his boxers as he aches uncomfortably in-between his legs.. “you probably can't last long… you seem like the type of virgin to cum right when he sticks his dick inside someone. or even something.. ” he huffs - a bit too nonchalantly. you weren't even on stream to be play fighting like this - ( doing it mostly for attention and because it's just your attitude - ) yet here you were.. “you seem to be the type to just use toys cuz he can't get anyone to let him fuck...” he grumbles under his breath, obviously picked up by his high-quality mic- it seems your comment hurt him, huh…?

“naah…” you shake your head, lackadaisical. “i pride myself in lasting long.” with multiple long lasting sessions of edging - yes, you couldn't not gloat. and this fucking guy would have no way of knowing if you were being serious or not… of course - ambrose knew this. he knew all too well of course?? spying on you, masturbating to clips of you jerking it - one so reminiscent it pops into his head doing his daily routine... your thighs trembling from overstimulation of not cumming, your head thrown back against your chair, fist gripping at your dick and languidly stroking... teasing yourself. augh..

ambrose pauses for a brief moment - looking off camera and fiddling with his keyboard. a moment of awkward silence… you fear you went too far with your teasing before he breaks the uncomfortable quiet withㅡ“why don't you prove it?”

ㅡhuh?

“prove it?” you repeat, dumbfounded and glancing at the monitor displaying his face - jumping slightly when you see him already glaring into you, immediately looking away. “prove it by what, jerking off in front of you?” you scoff at the idea - definitely open to it. it sounds like something you jerked off to once anyhow - and to live it out with this fucking jackass tryhard? hm.

“... yeah. let's see who'll last the longest…” ambrose shrugged, all “cool-like”. “actuallyㅡno.” he shakes his head, grinning smugly as he runs a hand through his shaggy brown hair, playing his chill-relaxed guy persona.. “i already know it'll be me, no need to embarrass you.” he snorts, shaking his headㅡ

he gets anxious after you don't reply for the next minute. you couldn't help it - you were thinking excruciatingly hard about the offer - jacking off to each other, technically? well.. don't mind if you do…

“... sure.” you finally decide, pursing your lips and making a point not to look at the screen displaying his face, fiddling with your keyboard. “i'll win. you're a fucking virgin, after all..” still getting one last grumbling insult in… sounding utmost serious about the whole ordeal, and he was sure you would. he ... really, realistically, wouldnt last a minute...

“s-sure??” he questions, making sure he heard you correctly - seriously? SERIOUSLY SERIOUS? already fumbling with his pants - dick hard from just talking to you, the person he held deep affection forㅡ

"y-you look.. so .." you exhale deeply, biting harshly on your bottom lip as you thumb the slit of your cock; warm spit-covered palm gripping softly, up down up down.. urk-! head tilted back and glaring into the monitor that displays his frame, shirt pulled up revealing his abdomen and a full shot of his cock that he was abusing- you can't finish your first sentence, it was supposed to be an insult... but the coiling of your lower intestines distracts you - and you try to dissuade your bodyㅡ”really… i can tell you're seriously holding back.” trying to act all nonchalant while beating your dicks on video chat.. fucking nerds.

"y-you're one to talk, look at you!!" he hisses, almost slamming his hand on the table as he grips the base of his cock. jesus. fucking loser ass nerds. "you're clearly about to cum. j-just look at your faceㅡwhat, do i get you off?? cmon, you can tell me.."

tell him that he gets you horny? as if, that fucking creep.

[tarottsi]

Gaz: *giving ghost a ten minute speech about parasocial relationships.*

Gaz: …and that’s how she’ll use you.

Ghost: she’ll use me? 👉👈

[carnivorousyandeere]

ok ngl i'm not into streaming or youtuber stuff at all but the idea of a streamer yan going nuts because her darling simply doesnt give a fuck about anything related to streaming is soo 👌👌😭

Streamer Yan when you call her vids cringe:

[heartlyrins]

˚₊‧꒰ა RULES ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

| NAVIGATION | MASTERLIST | RULES (YOU ARE HERE) |

| CREDITS | REQUESTS |

WHAT I WRITE !

—Smut, Angst, Yanderes, Dubcon, Noncon, Incest, Stepcest, Fem!Reader

WHAT I DON'T WRITE !

—Fluff, Pedophilia, Necrophilia, Watersports, Extreme Kinks, Explicit Gore, Male!Reader, FTM/MTF!Reader

FANDOMS & WHO I LIKE WRITING FOR

—HSR;Aventurine, Sunday, Boothill, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Dr. Ratio

—JJK;Gojo, Yuta, Megumi,

—GENSHIN;Lyney, Childe, Albedo, Cyno, Scara,

—BLLK;Rin, Sae, Nagi, Isagi,

—LND;Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier,

WORTH NOTING ABOUT !

—I strictly write only for female body and my writings are to appeal to the female gaze, not male

—I will put warnings for minors in each of my writings, but if you choose to not abide it I will not be held accountable for your own doings

—Each anon must have some kind of symbols that I can identify them with. Ex; "-the cutie anon", but if you prefer not to then it's fine!

—I only write for male characters

[kamegori]

{ #! MASTER . list of PARASOCIAL !! "twst x KAngel reader" ]

(Was originally posted on Wattpad : GoriKAme )

FORE WARNINGS::

Smoking, vomit, self harm, suicidal thoughts, separation, blood, gore, hateful comments, Mentions of sexual intercourse and jokes, sexy stream mentions, swearing, slight yandere(?) + more !

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#! Reader will use she/they ! Reader uses the names :: "name" and KAngel !! They don't know that ame(name) is KAngel !! )

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EXTRAS !!

Chapters of omgkawaiiangel !

❝ Chapter One – Beginning of something new! ❞

❝ Chapter Two – A random Waking!  ❞

[cookie-crumblr]

Hype Train!

F! Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 2~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2 3

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, extortion, pet names not given by ML (kitten, good girl), little angsty possibly?, smut will start in the next part!🐶✨!

“Sup Jazzy” his own voice says to him.

“Sup Devvy, how’re you and Issac?”

“Awww, did you just call cause you missed us?” they say in an mocking tone, their voice changing to one of their own mid way through the sentence.

“Always, but that’s not why I called.” He sends a copy of some of your cat cam footage that he sped watched through. “I just need the name of the dick hole at 57:32. I’d do it myself but I don’t want to look that thing up on my work computer.”

“Ooooo! I see why you need that info. She’s mine and Issac’s type too… Sent!”

“Thanks. This still doesn’t pay me back by the way.”

“Figures, I am using your face and all.”

“Yeah ‘nd my face is hot. You’ll owe me for a long time you filthy fuckin’ sadist.”

“Takes one to know one,” they say through a smirk. “Hey Jasper,” their head tilts in curiosity, “your girl just left her building…”

“What?” He pulls up some of the other cameras in the building to look. The second floor has a bling camera that pinged it’s owner’s phone just now.

Sure enough you’re seen walking down the stairs in front of that door. You have a baking pan in hands with one birthday candle sticking out of what looks like chocolate cake.

“Why is she going out at this time? it’s like 3am for her. Has she done this before? does she always bring cake, and nothing else?”

Not even a second passes, “Looks like once a month. She goes out at two-ish, I followed her through the ground cameras to a factory. Sending all footage from the last time now. And coordinates for current active cameras near the perceived destination.”

“Shit. A factory?! What could she possibly be doing at a place like that at three in the fucking morning. That’s so dangerous. Watch her until she gets home. And I don’t know, fucking, blow somethin’ up if shit starts to go down. I have to take a flight. ‘Nd, don’t go outside for a while, unless you get a new face in the meantime.”

“Awww, but I like your face,” they pout.

“Me too! Just kidnap someone for a minute, and deal with it. jeeze. You’ll figure it out.”

“Or I could—”

“Bye Dev.in, i’ll be in contact, and if something happens to her, you’re never getting out of my contract.”

“I hate being indebted to a filthy fucking sadist like you.” they fake a sigh, not actually upset.

“Takes one to know one.” Jasper hangs up abruptly, already packing up three laptops, and their accessories to go.

Sure enough, you’ve walked all the way to a factory at 3am.

You’re running a little late tonight…

He can wait… You think.

He’s already extorting you double, almost triple your rent now.

He can wait.

“Fuck!” You hurry.

All you brought is that stupid hollow cake filled with a plastic bag of cash, and a lighter. Like always.

Eventually you get there, none the wiser that you’re being watched over by a sort of guardian angel this time.

They invisibly follow as you swerve through dark alley ways. You take slightly different routes every time.

Dev.in sits watching, waiting, finding everything nearby that they could hack if they need to cause a distraction to hopefully save you if it comes to that.

You’ve done this so many times before, usually just out of a camera’s reach.

They get into the satellites, replaying footage, as it is unfolding in real time, comparing.

On more than one time you’ve gotten attacked.

Jasper isn’t going to like that.

He already doesn’t approve of this.

You hobble dazedly to the ER when that happens, but you still go to the drop off point first.

What could be more important or scary than that, that you’d not see a doctor first?

The satellite and the real time footage all play out similarly:

You meet the same man.

He grabs you

He kisses you on the cheek.

You light the candle.

He blows it out.

He leans in to say something into your ear.

You walk either home, or to the hospital depending.

Dogs are out barking viciously nearby.

You don’t even flinch at any of this anymore.

This has been going on for more than a year it seems.

What is in that cake?

“The cake you wanted.” You shift uncomfortably, holding the pan out in offering. “And sorry I was running a little late.”

“It’s okay,” He gives you that smile that sends a freezing chill right down into your bones. “things happen,” He shrugs.

He kisses you on the cheek, and leans further to tell you how much you owe them next month and the day he wants you to come.

His menthol cigarette scent makes you nauseous the closer he gets to you.

Intrusive and rough hands grope up your arms and one rests now under your chin.

He makes you feel filthy.

You’re grimacing.

“I trust you Kitten, besides… you know i’ll get my money one way or another.” His grip tightens and your face scrunches harder. “You’d hate to go back into the pit right? Now go on home and be a good girl until we meet again…” his grip is so tight you stifle a whine.

You turn and walk away again. Keeping your pace even, and your head held high.

You almost blend into the underground world.

Almost.

A man with a blade that glints in the cameras is following you back home.

While you fiddle with the main door’s lock and your keys, your hands tremble, displaying how terrified you really are.

Dev.in starts a car parked directly behind you.

You manage to stumble inside while the guy is distracted.

You lean against the inside of the front door, a relieved, and beyond stressed sigh leaves your chest.

Then you head upstairs, fatigued just like every time prior.

You have a fitful rest, filled to the brim with nightmares that constantly wake you up, panting and clutching your chest.

The dawn finally comes. The sun is more than welcome as it shines through the slits between your blackout curtains.

You jump out of bed, not wanting to try and sleep any longer.

You have today off work, thank goodness.

As soon as your computer is on, and dipcord is open, you get a DM, “Hey! Sorry I had to suddenly leave last night! getting a little overworked rn. Wanna VC soon?”

You call him this time.

The longer it rings, the harder your heart pounds.

“Hey there, Y/N, I forgot to tell you somethin’ last night.”

“Oh really?” You try not to sound nervous, or stressed but he can hear it all in your sleepy inflections.

“I have a meet up comin’ up soon!” He didn’t until last night though. “It’s in (a city near you), is that close to you at all? My viewers have been begging me to bring you since they met you!” He isn’t wholly lying, they really do love you already.

“What?! really!” your excitement overpowers you precarious emotional state, “That’s actually super close to me! I think I can afford the trip…” You sigh, remembering work, “Wait, um what day…?”

He frowns, his heart spreading a tingling sharp pain all the way down to his left hand, “I-I can change it! i-if you can’t make the day! when are your days off next month?”

“No!” ops, that came out a little too loud, “Uh, no, sorry. I can’t have you do that. I mean, what if your viewers already changed their schedule?” You sigh.

He hasn’t even told them yet, nobody’s schedule can be impacted.

He scrubs the footage from the bling camera downstairs to see your schedule quickly, you seem to have one day off a week… What the fuck? He thinks… And so much overtime, how little are they paying you?

“Jasper…?”

“Oh sorry! i only got like three hours of sleep last night,” he chuckles”

“Oh no! that’s not good, you should try and nap after this!” you sound so genuinely stressed for him. His pain evaporates.

“It’s on Tuesday the 12th. Is that doable?”

You sigh in relief, “Yes! I actually can! that’s so cool! it falls right on one of my days off!” Your gut flips, something feels so off…

Maybe it’s just the residual feeling from last night?

“Awesome! I’ll definitely be takin’ that nap soon then,” he laughs such a perfect and easy laugh, it somehow eases your entire being beyond belief.

Tears start prickling your eyes, and he hears your tiny sniffle.

“Is somethin’ the matter Y/N?” His voice is so gentle again. he makes you imagine a summer morning in a sprawling golden field. It’s like sun on your skin for the first time in so long…

Yes. God yes. your life. That’s what’s wrong. How the fuck did you get in half the predicaments you’re currently in? “No,” You fake a yawn, “I’m just a little sleepy, I guess we’re in the same boat there!” you let out a laugh that sounds more strained than you wanted.

You can’t cry yet.

Don’t cry yet.

Please.

Do. Not. cry.

I’m gonna take a nap too! sorry I-I have to go!” Your voice cracks, “sleep well, Jasper…”

You hang up without giving him a chance to say anything more. Without the chance to catch you.

and the second that app is closed, your dam bursts.

You feel like screaming, and you feel hoarse like you already have been.

How long ago was the last time you’ve cried?

The last time you’ve even felt safe enough to cry.

“Jazzy! my man-”

“Dev, I need ya to black this entire town out for an hour.”

[yxami]

Yandere!Streamer with reader who has to sleep early

Imagine him letting you sit on his lap while he stays up late to play games; with your head rested on the crook of his neck, and him occasionally giving small pecks on your neck. Cutest creep everrr <33

Also, can I be 🐥 anon? (I’m the same anon who shared my little brainrot!)

Yeah of course, now I got two named anons lmaoo.

If he wasn’t using his web-camera to stream his face while he plays games then he’d definitely have you in his lap as much as he could. Maybe sometimes going a week without using the camera just to have you sleep in his lap as he focus’s on his game.

He’s a creep, but definitely a cute one

[heartfullofleeches]

Stoner Darling and Miller would be so cute how have I not thought of this before?- Miller pausing or centering entire streams around the food they make catering to Darling's cravings. Miller didn't have to kidnap them either - Darling's just their neighbor Miller lured into their home with the promise of weed and food-

-

Stoner Darling: Think I'm gonna sleep in my own bed tonight. Can't keep crashing at your place every night. Thanks for having me around-

Miller: You serious? Cant stop you, but I can tell you I was gonna make waffles for us tonight. Was hoping we could watch a movie on stream while we eat too.

Stoner Darling: ...eh, I could stay - my bed isn't that comfortable anyway.......

[privitivium]

PLSSSS i need more of the streamer yan 🙏🙏🙏

sure bro. random rambles that might not fit the character but it might at the same time. have some as a gift for valentines day!!! yayyy hoorayyyy!!!!! im trying to get my fish brain working sorry it took long!!!

streamer yan ramble.... :3

i fw jealous yanderes so heavily. SO. imagining streamer yan getting pissed off if youre on the game and not immediately inviting him. just like;; "ha.. i'm not jealous... 𝓲𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓳𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼.." LMFAOO assuring himself over and over as he sees you teamed up in duos before entering a game.. obviously he was jealous. tummy ovverridden with a sick feeling than makes him blanch as he squeezes his hands into fists.. what a loser bro. type of dude to rile you up on VC and jerk off with you either figuring it out or simply not knowing that hes masturbating to your voice. how can you NOT tell with his breathless ass whiny voice biting back at you with weak ass insults of "y-you.. your mom... bitch.." like bro is that the best you can do?? but also,,, you cant blame him because he is just... jerking off to the sound of your voice... maybe even having a more dignified conversation over VC, doing your own things at yr desks whether it be on the game or something else entirely... ( stalking your social media or something. LOL. ) and getting you to ramble without him having to contribute to the conversation. head tilted back with your voice humming over the speaker into his ears. and then you'd snap out of it - noting how quiet he is and asking "why arent you talking?? bro you have to contribute here." complaining jokingly but semi serious mid orgasm. him having to cover his mouth with his shirt or hand... weak ass

[the-yoru-whoru]

Streamer reader x Yandere Omen | Valorant protocol doesn’t exist in this au | omen’s physical appearance is unspecified in this as well | reader is super chill and sleepy and plays animal crossing | obsessed / simp / stalker Omen | idk I feel like this is funny cause some streamer stans really be acting like this ( as in they both pretend to worship and control everything about their favs at the same time lmao ) | two endings, one normal one n*fw lol | going to write about Phoenix next cause I never write about him lol

Omen finds your stream out of pure luck.

He doesn’t usually go on twitch, he prefers watching those funny cat videos on YouTube when he has the chance between work.

But there were only so many cute videos of cats he could watch before he started wondering about other content.

Living alone got…isolating at times. He’d find himself aimlessly following the same routine day after day, heading to work with his head down, coming back only when it was dark out, his apartment always cold and empty.

He made enough to live comfortably and then some; but he had no desire to travel, no family to spoil and no interests besides knitting, which was already fairly inexpensive.

Twitch was difficult to navigate at first. He clicked on streams and tried not to cringe at how loud people would be talking, or the violent games they were playing. Chat often sped by, their words blurring together and speech riddled with terms he didn’t know.

He found out that streams with too many viewers were too much for him.

You had a fair amount of viewers.

He’d clicked on your thumbnail by accident while he was going through the animal crossing category. He’d often played the game himself, and found it relaxed him most of the time.

The first thing Omen noticed was your appearance.

Your hair was tussled in a neat little way, strands sticking up as if you had just rolled out of bed.

The sweater you wore was adorably oversized, the thick fabric swallowing you in its folds.

And you had the most attractive face he’d ever seen, from your pretty mouth curved up into a small smile, to your drowsy eyes, half-lidded as if fighting to stay awake.

Your voice was soft, but the mic picked it up easily. There was a slight raspiness to your voice, a calmness that he felt rock through his body and to his core.

For a moment, Omen felt like this must be what love at first sight feels like.

Until his fingers hit the screen where your face cam is. Then he remembers he’s watching a stream.

You’re still talking softly, giggling lightly at some comments in chat. His eyes are glued to you.

Before he knows it an hour has gone by and all he’d done was watch you.

You were doing an assortment of things; fishing, decorating, farming. All the while you talked in that maddening way, face flushing at certain comments, or small hands coming up to rub at your eyes tiredly.

Omen felt like he could see the appeal of twitch now.

Watching you play was both calming and exhilarating in a strange way.

He could feel his back cramp with how long he’d been crouched over his laptop, drinking in every movement and sound you made.

So he moved to the bed, watching you play till 3 in the morning, when after your 6th yawn in a row where you reluctantly told stream you had to end, thanking everyone who came and spoke in chat, as well as the lurkers who supported the stream just by watching.

The screen went blank, the word “offline” filling the screen.

He stared at it blankly, trying to process what had just happened.

Glancing at the clock, he almost recoiled in shock at how much time had gone by. He hadn’t eaten dinner yet, he hadn’t done laundry, he hadn’t cleaned up, he hadn’t even used the bathroom and taken a shower yet.

Dazed, he fixed himself a quick meal and got ready for bed hastily, lying down and looking up at the ceiling in wonder.

Maybe next time you streamed he’d talk in chat.

Omen settled into bed again, propping some pillows against the headboard, and leaning back. He was on top of his covers with his laptop in his lap, the screen brightly lit. He glanced at the clock. 7:56. Your stream should be starting in a few minutes. He refreshed your twitch page again out of anticipation. There was still a plate on his side table, he’d quickly eaten a slice of bread for dinner, and his work clothes lay wrinkled on the ground.

Finally, after what felt like ages, you were live. He quickly clicked on the stream, raising the volume and letting your voice ring through his empty apartment. You had gotten more popular since he’d first saw you, now chat flew by quickly, and viewers shot up as soon as you went live. For some reason he couldn’t help but feel unhappy about that.

“Hi guys!” You were unusually energetic today, “How’s everyone’s afternoon been?”

There was a slight pause as chat filled with good’s and bad’s. He could see your eyes tracking the chat, as if waiting for something. Maybe he was imaging it, but he’d like to think you were waiting for his response specifically. He quickly typed out his answer, fingers quivering above the keyboard.

*tired, but trying to relax*

Almost immediately you nodded in sympathy, making a small noise of acknowledge. Omen’s heart skipped a beat. Did you read his response? Chat was moving so fast; was that just a coincidence? It couldn’t be.

“Well, I’m sorry if anyone had a bad day today, I also didn’t have the best day but…” Omen‘s hand flew to the donation button before you could even finish, “At least now I get to play games all night!”

His donation popped up in the corner of the screen.

*iheartcats donated 50$ : sorry that you had a bad day as well. hope tomorrow is better.

He watched your eyes flick to the text, widening adorably as usual, “Wow, thank you for the 50$ Iheartcats!”

You paused to read his message quickly, “Aww, that’s really sweet, I really do appreciate your support, dude. That’s so nice of you.”

Omen tried not to squeeze his laptop too tightly under his grip.

Tonight you were playing Stardew.

He always appreciated how you played those kinds of games; peaceful, domestic, calm. Games that didn’t stress him out or trigger him in anyway. The music would always be something repetitive and comforting, and there were never jump scares either.

Although he didn’t often watch the gameplay. Most of the time his gaze was on you, staring longingly at those plush lips of yours, and watching your every move. It all seemed so adorable, so flawless. He knew that it was impossible for a person to do no wrong, but it often seemed perfection like you was too good for this world.

A delicate hand came to rest on your chin as you contemplated what to respond to some character prompt for friendship points, “I don’t know what to say here guys… I’ve gotten this far but I don’t wanna mess up my points.”

He watched you sigh and hover over the options again.

Omen suddenly had an idea. He quickly searched up the character route and the correct answers. An excited anticipation rising inside of him, he clicked on the donation button yet again, quickly typing out his message and linking his credit card.

*iheartcats donated 100$ : correct response should be the last one.

He watched you blink at the screen curiously as you read it, before realization settled in.

You shift uncomfortably in the camera, and he could see you bite your lip anxiously, “Thank you for the donation, I do really love the support, but you don’t need to spoil the answers, I think finding them out ourselves is what makes it’s fun!”

Omen felt his heart sink in his chest. He didn’t know what to do. He’d been donating so much, and you still treated him like everyone else, like you were putting some kind of distance between you two. All he wanted was to be able to talk to you, for you to acknowledge his existence with more then a small thanks. And now it’s even backfired on him; you didn’t like that he’d spoiled the answer.

“Fuck…” He mumbled out loud, gaze quickly darting from the gameplay to your face again.

He loved watching you play. It was the one thing he could look forward to in his grey life. He felt like he could be satisfied just watching you and supporting you forever. You deserved the new viewers and new sponsors and donations and admiration. It was something you earned and you didn’t owe anyone special treatment or value.

Then why…why did he feel so pissed off?

Omen couldn’t stop gripping the laptop, the metal creaking slowly under the pressure. He could feel the darkness creeping in again, the walls he’d put up to keep them at bay slowly cracking and letting it in like poison gas.

He only wanted to help. He was your number one fan. He showed up to every stream, donated generous amounts of money, followed and commented on all your social media, and even bought the limited amount of merchandise you put on sale. He was always in chat, always first to click on your videos, the first to find out about you before you blew up.

You were back to playing, and he felt a bitter stab in his chest when you cheerfully thanked someone else for a donation, giving an almost identical response to their donation as you did for his. This was bullshit.

Before he could think he was keying in another donation.

*iheartcats donated 1000$ : why won’t you notice me

Omen saw you glance at it. He could barely hear your voice over the thumping in his chest, the blooming hope that maybe now you’d say something different, that you would at least acknowledge him with more then a quick thanks.

Instead, your face barely changed, the only giveaway that you even saw his message was your mouth twitching into a frown. Your shoulders hunched over, as if uncomfortable, and suddenly he felt like he’d done something incredibly wrong.

Your stream suddenly froze. Omen panicked, cursor immediately going to the refresh button to reset his browser. But the small message that popped up made him freeze.

You…you banned him? No, this had to be a mistake. Omen refreshed the page over and over, finger smashing the laptop so hard that the screen began to glitch at the edges, greens and blacks creeping in from the sides. He pulled himself out of bed and snatched his computer, unable to stop the pure anger seeping through him.

“Really?? After all I did for her? She’s gonna fucking ban me??” He growled out between gritted teeth, before flinging his computer to the wall, ignoring the loud bang it made before sliding to the floor, screen finally turning black. He stood there for moment, breath heavy and body slightly trembling. He could taste bile in the back of his throat, and he suppressed to urge to break another expensive item.

No. This wasn’t fair.

Omen pulled out his luckily intact phone from his pocket, and quickly punched in the number.

“Hello? Yeah, Cypher listen.” He glanced back at his destroyed laptop on the ground, “ I need your help.”

- one ending : Omen goes to Cypher and gets his computer fixed 👍

N*fw ending below non con warning

You blearily opened your eyes, mind still foggy with sleep. Yawning, you turned over in your bed, glancing outside your window. It was the middle of the night, and you could see the moon in the clear dark sky. Absentmindedly, you thought about how pretty it was.

You tried to fall back asleep, but your throat was uncomfortably dry from talking so much earlier, so you reluctantly rolled out of bed, slowly walking past your streaming station and towards the kitchen.

The floor was strangely cold against your bare feet, and you looked around confusedly. Weird; your window was open. You didn’t remember opening it, but you don’t remember closing it either. Shrugging, you quickly shut the window and locked it, shivering from the night time breeze.

Quickening at the thought of your warm bed, you poured yourself a cup of water, gulping down the liquid quickly and wiping the excess off with your sleeve. But something felt off. You turned around, looking around your home. The kitchen was attached to the living room, and as far as you could tell it was empty. You hadn’t bothered turning on the lights as the moon outside was bright enough to dimly brighten your path, but still; the long shadows across the floor were creeping you out, and it was eerily quiet. You took a step backwards, cup wobbling in your hand.

Suddenly you backed into something hard and firm.

“Mhm—!” You didn’t have time to scream before a heavy hand slid over your mouth, holding down hard as to not let a sound out. Your cup slips out of your grasp and shatters on the floor.

You struggle against your assailant for a few moments, pulling desperately at his forearm, kicking back at his figure. But he didn’t even budge. You feel your feet scrape against the broken glass, sharp stings of pain barely registering in your state of terror.

Your assailant caught one of your flailing fists, easily taking hold of your wrist in one hand.

“Scream and I break your wrist,” He said quietly.

You stopped moving, a chill going down your spine. His voice was incredibly deep, he didn’t even sound human. There was an unnatural rumble in his tone, a strange brokenness in his intonation. But the threat was there and clear. Even now you could feel your wrist bruise under what must be a mere squeeze for him. You had no doubt he could easily snap it.

“Nod if you understand,” He whispered.

After a moments pause, you shakily nodded, tears already streaming down your face. The hand covering your mouth slowly released.

You resisted the urge to cry out for help. He leaned over you, hot breath brushing against the side of your face. You didn’t have to turn around to know he was tall, if the long shadow casted over you was any indication.

“Do you know who I am?” He asks you, voice ragged, “Think carefully.”

His form shifts behind you, and you can’t help the sob that escapes your chest, fear coursing through your body.

“I-I don’t know! Please just—” You shriek when he picks you up effortlessly.

He carries you to your room and you feel lightheaded as he puts you down none too gently on your streaming chair.

“Here,” He grunts, “A clue.”

You are finally able to glance up at him. His face is covered by a shadow so you can’t make out any of his features, but you can tell his body is built even from under his sweater, and his sleeves are rolled up to reveal forearms that are thick and sturdy.

Trembling, you look away from him. He’s sat you at your streaming station. You’re not stupid, you know what this means.

“You watch me stream, r-right?” You say carefully.

He nods.

“So…” You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, staring at the black screen of your monitor as if it would help you, “You’re a fan?”

It’s almost amusing when he nods solemnly, “Big fan.”

You wracked your mind. You could only think of one person.

“Iheartcats?” You say questioningly.

You’re startled when he swivels your chair to himself, leaning down excitedly, “Yes! Yes, that’s me!”

He shakes you by your shoulders lightly, and you’re unsettled by the sudden mood change.

You give him a crooked smile, “G-great! I’m glad you enjoy t-the streams!”

His shoulders sag, “But you banned me.”

Your blood goes cold again, “I-I’m sorry about that.”

He falls quiet, and you feel uneasy as you wait for his next move. You want to dart to your phone and call for help, but you don’t think you could get to it before he stops you.

“My name is Omen,” He breaks the silence with a sudden polite introduction.

“I’m Y/N.” You tell him shakily, even though you know he already knows that.

After a pause, he pulls away from you and starts pacing the room, muttering intensely to himself. You can only watch him as he takes heavy steps from one side of your bedroom to the other, presence large and unwelcoming in what should be your safe space.

“W-what do you want from me?” You finally ask, unable to keep waiting in this tense anticipation for him to do something.

He stops and turns to you, “That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” Omen admits, “I’ve wanted to meet you for so long, but now that I have done so I find that… it’s not enough.”

You recoil back.

Omen enters your space again, hot breath making you feel dizzy, “I want you to thank me. For being your number one supporter. I deserve that, at least.”

You open your mouth to quickly give him thanks so he’ll be satisfied, but he shakes his head dismissively.

“No, not like that,” He sounded disappointed, “Just…get on the ground.”

“What?” You must’ve mishear him, “The ground?”

Impatience seeps into his voice, “Yes. On your knees.”

Confused, you slowly sink out of your chair and to the floor, sitting on your knees and leaning back onto your heels. It’s only when he comes to stand in front of you do you realize what he wants.

“No! No way, just leave me alone—”

You try to get up but he shoves you back down, hands going to rest of your shoulders, the warning behind them clear.

You try to reason with him, “Listen, I’m sorry, okay? Please, I’ll unban you, I’ll talk to you, whatever you want, okay?”

He ignores you, unzipping his pants and already pulling his hard cock out. You try pulling away, but one of his hand grips at you tightly, holding you in place. The tip of his dick brushes against your cheek.

“Please!” You sob desperately.

Omen looks down at you, face still shrouded in darkness, “You are so pretty.”

You don’t reply, hiccuping through your tears.

His next words sound deranged, “I love you so much, I t’s driving me insane. I want to know everything about you, want to see you in every position, to worship and sacrifice my life to you. I thought that I would be happy being nothing to you, being barely anything but a fleeting thought in your mind if only you were to notice and acknowledge me for a few mere seconds. I thought that being nothing but your fan would be enough to fill my mundane life with something as perfect as you. ”

“But now, seeing you like this, kneeling before me,” Omen’s rasps, “I think I like this better.”

You open your mouth to call him insane but he quickly shoves his length into your mouth, the sudden intrusion making you gag.

His hand grips at your hair tightly, making you since, “Don’t you dare bite down.” He warns you before he starts sloppily thrusting into your warmth.

You try your best to accommodate him, stretching your jaw until you’re aching, but he just gazes down at you, breathing heavily and taking in the sight. You could only imagine what he sees; you struggling on his cock, face red and eyes puffy from crying, mouth barely able to open around him. Omen looked terrifying, the glowing moonlight behind him making him look akin to a monster. You didn’t know if it was the shadows, but the skin of his hands looked pitch black, and from what you could see, the skin of his pelvis did as well.

But you didn’t have much time to dwell on the thought before he was easing his cock into your throat, your nose pressed up against his pelvis. You struggled to breath, eyes widening in panic.

“Relax,” He groaned out, voice thick with bliss, “Relax your throat, sweetheart.”

You want to push him off of you, to bite down and hear him be in pain. But the repercussions scare you too much, and you’re too much of a coward to fight back.

He seems pent up; it’s not long before he’s speeding up, your gagging sounds only spurring him on.

“God, you feel so good!” His gravely voice cracks, desperation seeping into the seams, “I love you so much, holy shit. You’re the only thing I can think about everyday of my pathetic life. Fuck, you’re so perfect—” He cuts himself off with a moan.

His breath goes ragged, and then you feel his hot load fill your mouth, the thick liquid rolling down your throat uncomfortably. Omen holds you there for a few seconds, his chest heaving with his orgasm. Then he pulls out of your sore mouth, hand slowly releasing your hair as well.

You cough and sputter, stray cum dripping down your face and vision blurred from the tears in your eyes.

Omen quickly puts his softening cock away and then bends down to your level. In the back of your mind you almost find it endearing when he attempts to wipe away his seed from your chin, thick fingers gentle as if in apology.

“I,” his rumbling voice turns sincere, “I really meant everything I said. I really do love you.”

You don’t want to respond to him. You turn your face from his concerned gaze, not caring how childish it seemed. He sighed tiredly.

“It’s alright if you see upset. I’m just…” Omen pats you on your head awkwardly, “I’m happy you’re finally noticing me.”

Even when you don’t respond he doesn’t stop stroking your hair adoringly.

“Plus, now I can watch your streams in real life. Isn’t that neat?”

[carnivorousyandeere]

Once again fighting the urge to bring another yan out without a proper intro post… either an aquarium/pet YouTuber whose Darling maybe works at a pet store or is a veterinarian, oooor a vtuber who can’t draw and is in love with the artist who makes and rigs their models?

Either way they’re heavily axolotl-themed

(And these aren’t exhaustive options for Darlings either, obviously… like Marcus’ Darling is usually a patient, but we’ve also explored a colleague Darling, similar with Erik, etc)

[kamegori]

❝ Chapter Two – A random Waking!  ❞

TWST x KAngel! reader [ she / they pronouns used]

SUMMARY — Going to the mall, out on a date but you forgot something at the bus stop and you have to go back and grab it but it leads you somewhere else..

WARNINGS – view the MASTERLIST for the full warnings! separation, smoking, panic attacks(?), mentions of stitching humans together, yandere(?), implied sexual intercourse, swearing, animal gets hit by a stick and some rocks(but it's fine! I think), implied drug taking 

A/N — Twisted world, if I were in there I would be panicking and crying tbh.

❝ [Master.list] ❞

❝ Wake up, (name) ❞ you heard their voice, you open your eyes and saw them leaving some clothes on the table.

❝ I made breakfast ❞ you heard them say, you watch as they smile at you.

Their lovely hair and face were beautiful as always.

They kissed your forehead and left the room, you got up and washed your face. You made sure you were still cute as always. You smiled as you fixed your hair.

❝ Humm ❞ you could hear humming, or maybe it was you humming or them you can't tell. You really didn't care anyways, it sounded good.

You sat down as you began eating, maybe you should talk about breakfast? Breakfast club or doing a cooking stream? You weren't sure if they were good ideas or not. Maybe you would just have luck on your date, more ideas or if you have none just steal ideas I mean you could make other people's ideas better!

❝ We are leaving in a few hours, I just wanted to you to eat first.. ❞ you saw them smile at you, P-Chan made the best food! You put the dirty dish in the sink as you began waiting in your room. Scrolling through the media, you got bored as you had an idea. 

You remember that you and your s/o didn't do intercourse in a while, you could just pass time for that. You only could hope that they have enough stamina to keep going at least for 2-3 hours until the mall opens up.

❝ Come in here first ! ❞ you said out loud, waiting as the door opens. They smile and tilt their head to the side ❝Yes what is it? ❞ you smile as you wave them over, you said the idea of wasting time. They blushed but  had agreed to the idea.

❝ mmh..  ❞ you said as you got up from the bed smiling, you looked at the time it said ❝ Eleven o'clock  ❞ you got up and stretch as you let out a groan. You saw them lying down on the bed, tired normally you would have got them doing aftercare but I guess you could do it today.

❝ Here's a towel ❞ you said as they looked up at you, you washed their face and their body. You felt like you did something so amazing, I mean you're amazing at doing whatever which is what you like to believe.

You got up and grabbed some clothes, maybe you could find new outfits from KAngel? You placed P-Chan's clothes next to them as you got dressed, you fixed your hair and got your bag.

❝ P-Chan, get up and let's go! ❞ you said to them as you shaked their body, they got up almost falling down but you grab them  putted the clothes on the impatiently.

❝ Let's go now! ❞ you said as you got outside the lights blinded you and your eyes hurted, maybe you should go outside who knows. You walked over to the bus stop as you waited, people were talking as you stated close to the end a bit far away from them.

The bus came as you got on, you sat next to your lovely s/o of course! ❝  Their so annoying, they talk so much ❞ you said to them as you looked over to the group of girls, they kept on tapping it was getting very annoying didn't help the fact that you were next to them. You heard them talking about streamers and Kpop men.

❝ Yeah, their sure are loud ❞ you nodded your head as you sighed, watching outside the bus window. You closed your eyes for about maybe it wasn't a good idea to do "it" before leaving to the mall. Now you're tired and P-Chan is probably tired as well.

It was your stop as you rolled your eyes, you noticed that the group of girls got off the bed as well, you sighed as you walked into the mall walking beside your lover.

You began looking around for any ideas, maybe you should do a cosplay stream? Eh but who does cosplay streams, you sighed in defeat. 

❝ Just enjoy us being here, no need to work about ideas. I will come up with some ❞ you nodded your head as you began going to stores, buying stuff .

A few hours later, you got back home as you sighed in happiness. You watched as they placed your newly bought stuff away, you began touching your pockets.

❝ fuck.. I think I left my fucking lighter at the bus stop and my cigarettes ❞ you said as you gritted your teeth, they looked up at you, ❝ Oh I could go find i- ❞ you cutted them off ❝ No! I will go find it, you just put stuff away! ❞ you said as you saw it was raining out, ❝ just fucking great…  ❞ you rolled your eyes.

❝ Are you sure? I could come with you, (name) ❞ you shake your head no, as you grab a umbrella ❝ Its fine, I will be back soon! ❞ you yelled out before closing the door behind you, you walked out as you began walking towards the bus stop. You hoped that your pack and your lighter would still be there.

It would be too late and the stores that would be open are far away and there's no way you're going to walk farther than the bus stop!

You began looking around as you saw a raccoon!! Grab your pack and run into the woods, how?! You were so surprised!!

❝ Wha- Hey you dumb stealing eat! Grab it back you can't even smoke anyways! ❞ you began running after the raccoon, you grab a stick and some rocks. You forgot about your umbrella as water poured onto you. 

You went into the woods. Not caring where you are going but just following after the raccoon. You watched as the raccoon climbed a tree, you're pretty sure that you saw the raccoon blowing a raspberry at you which got you more mad.

❝ Don't blow raspberries at me!! ❞ you said as you threw a stick at it, it nearly hit the raccoon. You're sure that ugly stealing rat had laughed and pointed at you calling you a loser for missing!!

You threw some rocks and it hitted the darn thing! You smiled as the raccoon hitted the ground, you walked over to hit as you saw the raccoon with dizzy eyes, you laughed as you grabbed your pack of cigarettes making sure that none had broken to the fall.

❝ Your lucky that it didn't break! ❞ you said as you got up and looked around, great another problem…

You heard a loud sound as you grabbed some rocks and noticed that the raccoon was gone.

You saw a carriage!! ❝ What the hell! ❞ you said out loud as you backed away, how is there a feeling carriage!! You couldn't believe it when you saw a horse and it stopped right in front of you, there was no way that this was real! How?!

❝ Did I take too much? ❞ you said as you don't recall taking any, you must be seeing stuff. You walked closer to the carriage but the door opened itself! 

Your mouth was agape as you began thinking that you were on a trip right now, you got closer and touched the carriage seat.

It felt like a seat! You gasped as you tried backing away but you felt like something was pushing you on!

You got in the carriage as your door closed behind you, you tried opening the door but felt really tired. You closed your eyes as you opened it but the scenery was different, it was more dark and you could see the castle? Your eyes closed once again.

Your body felt sore as you opened your eyes, but it was pitch black. You brought your hands to your eyes as you tried running it, you opened your eyes but it was still pitch black.

You heard someone talking about something, they said,

❝ Erh, I better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me..❞ you heard their voice, their sounded quite annoying. You thought that some creeps kidnapped you but uniform? You sighed as you thought about something, there's no way you're at school again..