TRIPLE THREAT (A Business Plan With Your Three Hot Bestfriends Gone Wrong!)
Yandere NSFW artists/Camboys Tartaglia (Genshin Impact) x Aventurine (Honkai Star Rail) x Scar (Wuthering Waves) x Fem Manager Reader
WARNINGS: pornography, slight allusions to mental illness, alcohol, dubious relationships, mentions of sexual kinks, profanity, spoilers for Tartaglia's and Aventurine's names, coercion and non-con towards the end. 2.1k words.
You work as a manager for your three dearest friends.
A manager of what you ask? You work as their social media manager. Well, what kind of social media?
Well to put it simply, you manage their OnlyFans and Patreon content, alongside their other social media services that got added along the way. You arrange their video release schedule, plan around their photoshoots and help them record their audios. You basically manage their skyrocketing pornography careers and honestly, as weird as that sounded — the pay is hella good.
Started as a small gig during your fourth year in college, the four of you had a strong attraction to money, a braincell to share and a fuck ton of audacity that seriously needed to be let out, so all of you headed down the spiral of the humanity's belief in “sex sells”.
While you're not the most open about your body being out displayed in the wolves like that, the three of them have the looks that could rival a greek god and confidence that could threaten Narcissus himself, so you do what you had to do and set up multiple accounts, sell content and finally, profit.
And oh boy did you profit.
When they first opened up their OF accounts, they were able to reach the top searches with three measly photo sets — not even a video. You quickly grabbed this chance, helping them set up their identities and even researching the current trends, which now amounted to them extending their content from just pictures and video to live streaming and even voice packs.
With faces and bodies blessed by the heaven's craftsmen themselves, your friends’ following grew and they even formed their own niches.
Ajax, more commonly known as Tartaglia under his account FLegacy by his rabid supporters online, specializes in the unholy E-boy streams, BFE (Boyfriend Experience) content and ASMRs. He has, unfortunately, the most unhinged and parasocial fans around that make you want to smash your head into the keyboard every time you have to moderate one of his livestreams.
He has the ability to use his sickly sweet voice to yap about the current gacha trends and manage to immediately do a smooth three sixty from that and start talking about the probability (and how it's a 100% guaranteed, no 50/50) of you being a hot and moaning mess after he's done with you.
This nerdy, game addict, e-boy aesthetic of him draws so much money from the streaming crowd that when you asked him for help in fixing your lagging pc, the answer you got was new build equipped with Nvidia GeForce RTX 5090 and a Ryzen 9 CPU — along with narwhal themed customized accessories.
You nearly flipped when he dropped by and assembled it himself, but the asshole just laughs and says something along the lines of “our sweet manager deserves it for working so hard for us.”
A second case-on-point for the appeal of rich guys is Kakavasha, or Aventurine for his worldwide collection of subs and babygirls. He's the rich and domineering guy cranked to the max with his BDSM roleplays, gilded photo shoots featuring gold bathtubs and velvet handcuffs, and the barrage of his less-than-gentlemanly posts on his dedicated account, Stoneheart — talking about ways he would buy out your pathetic soul and dominate it so that it'll only know nothing but him. On days where he's in a good mood, he even narrates these through sultry voice recordings.
And people eat that shit up so much he sent the four of you to a high-end hotel in Dubai just so you can sightsee, film something interesting and go to casinos, simply because of his quirk of winning millions if he wanted to.
Lastly you have the guy for the deviants and absolute degenerates, Scar. With his wild persona, rough mannerisms and slightly insane musings, he was able to make a large portion of the population question themselves on why the hell are they getting aroused over someone turning a switchblade on them.
His account FracturedDesire is notorious for getting flagged almost bi-monthly (much to your dismay) due to its dark content. It's brimming with knifeplay clips, killer and yandere AUs and photo sets of him and his fangs bloody munching on some meat that looks strangely a heart — partnered with a caption of “the shit I'll do to you once I catch you <3”
He once posted a ghostface roleplay video and someone offered to drop thousands to make a continuation of it. He coyly replied to it with a “no will do, prey like you don't get to order me around.” as a joke, but imagine the surprise in all of your faces when the four of you huddled to his computer and seeing the digits still wired to him — with a note that says: fuck that's so hot!
This little business endeavor of the four of you, is undoubtedly, printing money. Monetization of horny and lonely people sure did bring you to the higher echelons of the income ladder, so despite being so tired of moderating commenters on stream that seem like they're in-heat and filtering the most down horrendous comments you've seen in your life even as a manager for porn stars, you push through because damn, you guys are making a living.
Sleepless nights are spent on making new concepts and scripts. Mornings after that are spent consulting them like an actual professional manager, brainstorming how they should deliver and bring it to life.
Much of your days are also spent renting out the most random places, such as an abandoned warehouse for one of Scar’s photoshoots. You provide them all the props they need — which means both the clerk at the local adult toys shop and the owner of a hardware store downtown knows you by heart now.
But sometimes, you ask yourselves if all of you bit something more than what you can chew, because who knew making sexy content to post online can eat away so much time.
It's so much that all of you never actually had the time to bond lately, always opting for short meetings and messages to save time. Everybody is tired — understandably so, after years of repeatedly doing all that.
Due to this little predicament, your friendship took a step back too. No hang-outs, no unrelated meetings, no stupidly laughing in the living room again.
It saves time to just get the job done and schedule that hang-out at a much later date, again. The luxury provided by this little sacrifice is worth it.
You love to tell yourself that it's worth it, that all of you are satisfied.
A little problem arises though.
It's in a form of “weird feeling, dunno if it's love or I want to fuck you up and own you because this job is driving me insane” kind of voice message sent to you at three o’ clock in the morning.
Granted, all of you agreed to rake profits that way but sometimes years of being a sexual icon online does some weird shit to your brain. They don't know why, but the idea of having their own after being gawked, stared, and practically shared at online is way more enticing tonight.
The only person they trust after they sold their body and soul to the devil is you.
So when you hear loud and rapid knocking to the door right after you listened to that goddamn voicemail, you panicked. Maybe the worries that plagued your brain daily are seeing itself to fruition now.
Due to the nature of your work, you seem to see them more and more as co-workers rather than friends who are practically born beside you, and when the situation where you have to face that dilemma arises, you're at a loss.
They must've been so lonely there. Working as their manager, you knew the kind of hoops you have to go through to protect their identities and privacy, in turn, they were almost isolated. And you, their trusted friend, is starting to drift away too.
When the last bit of the normalcy they fiercely protected started to drift off, they couldn't help but grab it back to them — harsh.
How much again for the price of luxury?
The knocking on your penthouse started to grow more loud and obnoxious, you can also hear slurred voices outside. The three of them are here, that's rare. Afraid of them causing a ruckus, you slowly made your way there and gently opened the door.
There, you are faced with the drunken stares of your clients — bestfriends. God, did you really just refer to them as clients? Scar immediately hugs you while pushing both your bodies inside, he reeks strongly of alcohol. Ajax and Kakavasha follow, not forgetting to lock your door. The four of you headed to your room, courtesy of Scar dragging you back there.
Aventurine — no, Kakavasha, sporting a sheer dress shirt that only has a single intact button, smiles languidly at you as Scar now resorts to carrying your body to the bed, which earned a loud yelp from you.
“What the… it's early in the morning, we don't have anything that we missed don't we…?” You warily said, Scar now drops you to your bed then lies down beside you, burying his head to the crook of your neck. At this moment you notice Ajax carrying a bag, when he sees you staring at him he also smiles, then he heads to your bedside table to put down what he's carrying.
“Ah, do we really need a reason to visit our dear friend? What happened to the old times? Remember when we're in college, we sneak to the women's dorms through the windows and hide in cupboards when the prefect checks, you're unfazed with that. Now we go through the door and you're already surprised, what changed huh?” Ajax is the one that answered you, he sat at your bed, stroking your hair. On a better inspection, he was wearing nothing underneath that maroon hoodie, when he notices that you noticed there was a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Uhm… you guys are drunk as hell, let me get some blankets if you want to insist on sleeping here,” you tried standing up, but Scar tightened his hold on your body.
“Ah, ah, that's sweet but we're here to talk about a lot of things, so not really sleepy,” Kakavasha chimes in, kicking his Ferragamo leather shoes off and settling to your other side, practically caging your body between his and Scar’s.
Now you're extremely confused, because while you've known them as clingy, they never really barged in unannounced at your home, drunk too at that, they usually invite you when drinking and they never get this wasted.
“We never really hung out like this anymore,” Scar whispers in your ear — oh, he's awake. You hear something unzipping, following the sound you see Ajax finally open the bag he's carrying.
He pulls out a camera.
A professional grade camera, the same ones you use when filming their videos. Confusion and worry etched themselves to your face, to which Ajax only replies with a wide grin.
“You seem so… distant lately,” Scar trails off. Suddenly you remembered the voicemail they sent to you. Fuck, that was the reason you wanted to see what's happening to them, but alas, they dragged you off and coddled you into this situation.
“Darling, I have a video proposal,” Hearing Kakavasha’s voice, the same one that spoke the voice mail, sent shivers down your spine.
“We missed you so fucking much, you feel so far away sometimes, we need you back closer… like this close…” he continues, embracing your body before you can stand up and assess the situation.
“Hopefully our darling manager approves of this content,” Ajax chuckles, he finished setting up the camera and it's pointed at your bed, at you.
“I know we're already something along the lines of industry top dogs but… a collab and a special guest wouldn't hurt right?”
The camera is finally rolling.
Ajax stalked towards you, Kakavasha and Scar restraining your body, the latter’s hand moving towards your hair to brush it a few times, only to grip and pull it afterwards, forcing you to face the camera.
“Let's all be together forever, yeah?”
While they spiral down the path of no return, you become farther and farther away from them.
In a desperate attempt to close in the distance, they pull you down with them, to their personal hell of selfish desires.
There's no way up when you're rock bottom, at least you're with them forever that way, right?
So welcome to their world, darling superstar.
[seraph's notes]: i genuinely cannot stop thinking about this bro :(
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