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Onision X Reader

For the fans of Onision (Greg) who wish they were dating him!! :)

    You were sitting at home, watching another one of Greg's streams. He was so funny, and incredibly handsome. You sent him another DM on Twitter, hoping that he'd message you back one day. After an hour or so, you got impatient and decided to message him again. But this time, you were surprised when you got a ding. He replied? You open your messages, and see he did!

"Hi (y/n), I just saw your messages! I'm glad you're a fan of my work." Your eyes bulged as you gasped, feeling the excitement in your chest. He continued, "You're really cute, would you like to meet up with me at my house? I'd love to meet a fan!" You squealed, immediately typing back and replying yes in large letters.

In the days to come, you had bought a plane ticket to visit your biggest crush, Greg. His oily, unwashed hair looked so scrupulous and his vegan body? You couldn't get enough! Sure, you were a top tier patron, but that wasn't enough to satisfy your hunger for the Groomer- I mean Grog. Soon enough, you were at his front door, where he opened it. He looked wet, like he dumped something on himself, and he was only wearing boxers! You could see his baby carrot, and you almost nutted in your panties.

"Sorry, I was just shooting a video. It's Kombucha. Come in?" He gestured for you to come in, and you blushed, slowly walking into his house as he shut the door, and quietly locked it behind you.

"Well, welcome! This is where the legendary god Onision, also known as Greg, me, makes my videos! Want me to show you the basement?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows. You sighed dreamily, god, how you wanted him to shove his toes into your nose. That'd be so hot.

"Sure Predato- I'm sorry, Grag." You giggled, as he smiled warmly. He led you through the house, as he opened the basement door and led you down. The both of you stood there, looking like jackasses standing in the middle of a rather clean, but ominous basement. Except, there was a large bed in the corner.

"This is where I make my special videos." Greg whispered in your ear, holding his cheek in your hand. You felt your face redden.

"What kinda videos?" You asked provocatively, as he went to grab your dum thiccy cheeks. His boxers were mysteriously already off somehow, and his 1 millimeter baby carrot dangled lifelessly. As he made moves to spear throw you onto the bed, you reached for your walkie-talkie and spoke into it, as Greg stood naked and watched in confusion.

"We gottem boys, bring in the paddy wagon." You spoke, giving Grog a deadpan look.

"What! I didn't even do anything wrong!- I'm a victim!" He screeched, and somehow a Kombucha bottle appeared in his hand as he dumped it all over himself. "You can't do this to me! I'm a victim!" Grog whined like a petulant child.

"The decoy account and girl you asked to come here was three years old Grog, are you like fucking stupid?" You held your forehead in your hands, as you heard the police sirens pull up to the house. The Groomer started to pretend to dry-heave all over, looking more like a dumb cat coughing up a hairball than an actual person. As the police secured the perimeter, the FBI also pulled up and grabbed Greg from the basement, all the while you stood and watched, smirking cockily. Greg was still naked as fuck, his baby carrot giving the FBI agents a good laugh as his dick was so goddamn small, it was almost unseen on a molecular level. As the FBI pulled him out, he gave the biggest toddler tantrum he could.

"Jeff, this dude's fuckin pathetic."

"A three year old? How goddamn idiotic is this dude?"

"I'm a god! You all are stupid! I'm your god! I'm a legend! Become members on my patron!!!" He howled, moving furiously against the two giant FBI agents that held him down, as they then threw him into the back of a cop car.

"These predators are getting stupider and stupider agent. Thanks for your help on this sting."

"No, problem," You nodded, watching as Greg screamed the entire time the car drove away, his voice growing farther and farther. "Just another scum put away for good."

"I have another mission for you, though." The task manager handed you a file, as you opened the flap. Krying Kai.

As you found out later on, Greg was sentenced to prison for child pornography, soliciting minors, and a lot more charges based on minors. Incarcerated for life, he now gets people's toes taken up his ass and gets beat up for being a psychopathic groomer. The End.

( i really hate grog, if you didn't realize. fuck that dude, n if you don't know what he's done please check it out and don't support this child groomer. support Billie, Shiloh, Ayalla, Skye, Haylee, Regina, Sarah, and any other girl he fucked over and hurt. Gbye biches )