#alpha Kenma Kozume x omega reader

[lemonmaid]

Could I request kenma x male reader omegaverse where kenma has a huge crush on reader but doesn't know what to do with it?

Warnings: references to meeting someone on the internet and getting kidnapped/molested.

Omegan Stranger

Kenma Kozume x male reader

"Kenma!! You've gotta meet my friend (Name)! I feel like you guys would like each other!" Hinata jumped onto Kenma, almost latching onto him as a baby koala.

Kenma sighed and tried shaking Hinata off, "Hinata, for the last time please stop coming up behind me, like that you are going to give me a heart attack".

"But! He also likes video games!"

Kenma just stared at Hinata, giving a look, "So you think just because we both like video games, we would like each other? Pass".

"Hey, what are you two gossiping about?". Kurro walked up towards the duo.

"Oh hey, Kurro! I was just telling Kenma about my friend that he would like!"

"Oh is that so~ well you should give up, Kenma's alpha is like non-existent. Speaking of which, are you sure you're an alpha? You know, I've heard of school testing coming out wrong".

"Can both of you quiet down? I'm trying to finish this game before the match starts... also I'm kinda already 'talking' to someone.." Kenma rolled their eyes and focus on his phone.

"WHAT?!"

...

The three walked towards a corner store, "come on Kenma, can you give us a little details about them?"

"No".

Kurro sighed, "Okay... how about where y'all met?".

"On LOL".

Hinata and Kurro, gave eachother a look. "Okay listen buddy, I'm sorry to say but the person might be an 40 old man".

"No they arent".

"Okay! But how do you know! It's a stranger!" Hinata yelled.

"Keep it down please, we are supposed to meet up today at the Internet Café".

Kurro put a hand on Kenma's shoulder, "As your best friend-"

"You're not my best friend"

"Shush, again, as your best friend, I and Hinata will come with you to make sure you don't get molested or kidnapped by a stranger on the internet".

...

Kurro snickered, "Are you really wearing your volleyball uniform to this "date"".

"Yeah because I told them that I will be wearing a red sweatsuit"

"Okay but what are they wearing?"

Kenma looked at his phone, "He said a yellow turtle neck".

Kurro whisled, "Oh so it's a guy?".

"Yeah... is that a problem?".

"Oh no! I'm an ally!"

Kenma gave Kurro a look, "Shut up, we are here".

Hinata looked through the window, "OMG ITS (NAME), I'LL BE RIGHT BACK".

Hinata ran inside, "Jesus what's his problem, right Kenma? Kenma?".

Kenma just stared at the duo through the window, his breath hitch.

'This scent... it reeks'

"Kenma... hello?" Kurro kept shaking his hands in front of the blonde, trying to get him out of his trance.

"Sorry I can't do this". Kenma started walking away from the café.

Kurro looked af Kenma in shock, "HEY BRO WHERE YOU GOING?!".

Hinata and (Name) came out of the café, "(Name)! These are my friends! Kurro and Kenma! Wait were did Kenma go?"

"Um.. I don't know? He kinda just walked away".

"It's okay Hinata, I'm just waiting on a friend to show up, which could be any minute now".

Kurro gave Hinata an awkward look, "Listen, why don't we keep you company untill your friend arrives? So it's safer!"

"Um..." (Name) looked at their phone, "sure that's okay".

...

[11:43 p.m.]

Kenma just stared at his PC screen, debating whether or not to turn it on. 'If I go online, my online statues would be seen and if they are on, they'll wonder why I didn't show up today'.

'Fuck it. I am not wasting my daily rewards on some man' .

As soon as Kenma launched the game, he saw that his inbox had three missed messages.

Hey! I'm at the café! Let me know when you are here! :)

Hey, I don't mean to be a bother but are you coming? My friend came by and is keeping me company until then.

Hey, is everything okay?

Okay, I'm going to go. Sorry things didn't go as planned. Maybe next time? :)

Kenma stared at the messages and sighed, 'God, I'm such a dick'.

[Ding]

Kenma looked and saw that he was invited to an private in game chat.

'Time to face my consequencess'

"Hey, sorry that I didn't show up. Something came up".

"Oh, it's okay! I wasn't alone but we should really try meeting up again next time".

"Yeah. Next time.".

"Yeah.... I was thinking at the in person tournament? It's this Saturday! There is a grand prize too!".

"Yeah, we can try Saturday. Are you thinking about teaming up?".

"Yeah! Of course!".

"Good. Let's do a practice round".

"Ready when you are!".

...

"So why did you leave yesterday?"

Kenma stared at Kurro, "something came up".

"Bullshit". Kurro crossed his arms, giving a judgemental mother look towards Kenma.

Kenma sighed, throwing the volleyball towards the wall, "I don't know, I just kinda froze".

"You froze?"

"Yeah..."

Kurro scoffed, "for an alpha that was adopted by two omegan parents. You sure are skittish around them".

Kenma dropped the ball, "wait, they are an omegan?"

"Duh".

Kenma looked at his chest, 'Is that why you were acting up yesterday'.

"Well if it makes you feel better, we are going to retry Saturday"

"Way to go buddy!" Kurro put Kenma in a head lock, " I knew you could get bitches!".

Kenam growled, "LET ME GO".

"Woah woah, easy there baby alpha. Oh my God look at my baby, he is already growling".

"Please shut up Kurro!".

"No, but for real, we need to get you to prepare! Don't want you freezing up again!". Kurro teased.

Kurro looked at Kenma, "why did you freeze up again?"

Kenma face turned red, picking his nails, "I don't know. At first, his scent reeked then it felt welcoming and I don't know it just kinda made me freeze".

Kurro smiled, "Man, that omega has gotten a hold on your alpha".

"..what".

"Wait how long have you've known him?"

Kenma took a minute, "Well we've been playing on LOL together for a year now".

"And yall are going to meet for the first time Saturday?".

Kenma nodded.

Kurro sighed, "Well you might aswell confess now".

Kenma started choking, "WHAT?".

Kurro started tsking, "No omega would meet up with a stranger they meet on LOL for christ sake. So let's get you to prepare for Saturday".

♡

[Saturday]

"Now Kenma, what did we practice saying?"

"Don't tell him that he stinks"

"Good. What else?"

"Make them feel like they are being heard in the conversation".

"Wonderful. Last thing?"

"Um... food is the way to the heart?".

"No, but just be a good host".

Kurro gave Kenma a pat on the back, sending him his way into the convention center.

Kenma laid eyes on (Name), freezing again, "hey buddy, you are going to be okay". Kurro pushed Kenma foward.

(Name) turned around and smiled at the duo, "hey! Are you Kenma?".

Kenma gulped, "um yeah".

"Oh cool! My name is obviously (Name)! You know the guy you've been talking too on LOL".

The two both nervously laughed, Kurro smiled at them, "Well I'll leave you kids to do whatever nerd shit this is! Later!".

(Name) smiled, "So... the tournament doesn't begin until 1:50, I was wondering if you wanted to check out the anime convention next door until then? There is a lot of VAs here!".

"Um yeah sure that's cool".

"Great!".

The two walked around endlessly in the hot box of an convention center, pushing pass people, looking at the over priced dropshipper vendors.

"Oo! Actually Kenma there is an local artist I want to check out before we go eat. Is that okay?"

"Yeah sure, what art do they do?"

The two walk up to the vendor, "Well they just do fan art but I can't resist keychains".

As the two waited in line, something caught Kenma's eye.

"Hey, (Name). I'll be right back!".

"Oh okay! I'll meet you at the food court?" (Name) chirped happily.

Kenma walked up to an LOL vendor that was selling keychains of the video game characters.

"Um excuse me? Can I get two of these?"

♡

"Kenma there you are!". (Name) smiled and walked towards the blonde carrying drinks.

"Hey" Kenma smiled down, rubbing his neck, "Well I got this for you".

Kenma held out (Name)'s favorite LOL character in a keychain.

"Oh my goodness, Kenma.. you didn't have too".

As (Name) reached out for the Keychain, Kenma grabbed the man's hands.

(Name) look at the blonde, "(Name)...."

"Yes?".

"(Name) if we win this tournament... can I court you?".

(Name)'s face flushed in red.

♡

[Few years later]

"Name... wake up. I don't have time for this today".

(Name) snuggled closer in the bedsheets, just coming off of his latest heat, "I don't wanna, if I do get up that means I gotta be a person today".

Kenma chuckled, "Babe, I love you but I'm trying to stream... I don't wanna anyone else seeing my omega laying in their natural habitat"

"NaTUrAL HaBiTAt, you make it seem like I'm an animal"

Kenma sighed, "Well.. you do bite..".

(Name) threw a pillow towards the man, "You dick!".

(Name) charged towards Kenma; Kenma grabbing (Name)'s legs and flipping him upside down.

"AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA! BOOM BOOM BOOOM".

This was my first request and I am very happy! It was long, barely proofread, but I think it was goof! I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you so much! This was kinda rushed, sorry user if this wasn't as good as you hoped it to be. Thank you for the request anyways!

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Nekoma’s Omega Manager:

Alpha Bokuto’s Crush

Alpha! Kotaro Bokuto x Omega! female manager (YN Kuroo) (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: SFW, mentions of mates but basically all fluff

A/N: ok I can explain… yeah I can’t but the idea of omega verse has been on my mind for a while and this is me exorcising that 🫠 also I’m not sure this would be classified as “traditional ABO omegaverse”. It’s my first time trying this genre so please don’t come for me 😅 I promise I’m willing to learn!

As if being an omega wasn’t hard enough, you were one of the few omegas that populated the halls of Nekoma

The school was comprised of mostly betas and alphas, including your big brother, Tetsuro Kuroo

Tetsuro was the head alpha and captain of Nekoma’s volleyball team

Tetsuro was big, strong, smart and a great leader

You were much the opposite of your brother, small, average, and rather shy

Nothing about you stood out particularly and you liked it that way

You weren’t popular but not exactly a wallflower either

You fit in with your own friends, who were compromised of mostly betas

Your smell was a pleasant, light floral- often making the atmosphere around you calm and serene

Tetsuro often described your scent like the wind blowing through a field of fresh flowers in the summer

Kenma, Tetsuro’s best friend and beta, told you that you smelled like perfume

“Umm thanks Kenma?” You’d say as he shrugged

“At least it’s a nice perfume smell!” Inuoka, another beta from the volleyball club added

While you got along well at Nekoma, you mostly hung out with your brother and the volleyball team

They had accepted you into their pack as an omega and someone they cared very much for

Yaku and Kai, both Betas, adored how small you were and how much you cared for the team

Yamamoto, another Alpha, watched you like a hawk and treated you like his own sister

You became so integrated into the team that eventually, you just naturally became their manager

“You’re always here Yn, might as well put you to work!” Coach Nekomata laughed

It worked out well for you because you were safe and you felt extremely needed within the pack

Your scent often helped calm down Kuroo and Yamamoto when they got irritated by Daishou and the Alpha’s of Nohebi

“Hey you got yourself a cute little omega I see,” Daishou said, “maybe you can let us borrow her for a while?”

Kuroo and Yamamoto both growled at the threat presented to them

Yaku and Kai told you to ignore them but your instincts told you other wise

You approached the boys, releasing a calming scent to calm them

“I’m sorry but I belong to Nekoma’s pack,” you say sweetly as you pull the two dumb alphas with you

While you loved your pack, you had yet to become attached to anyone in particular

Your inner omega hadn’t been stirred up by anyone at the school or at any of the teams practice matches

A lot of your fellow omegas were bonded to alpha’s already and sometimes, you felt lonely, desiring your own alpha

Your brother told you to be patient, that your day could come

You knew he wasn’t too excited for you to find a mate, wanting to keep you safe and protected within his pack for as long as he could

However, that would change when Nekoma’s training camps started

You were nervous but excited for everything new

Kuroo had told you that you would be the only Omega at the camp as the teams were comprised of Betas and Alphas, including the managers

You knew you’d get along with the managers no matter what, having met Karasuno manager before

When the teams arrived, you stood next to Kuroo, hiding slightly behind him

They had all been very pleasant to you, greeting you kindly

A large bus arrived, commotion stirring from it as soon as the doors opened

“Bokuto you need to chill out,” a voice sounded as you watched a very large man bounce off the bus

“Akaashi, you know how excited he gets when it comes to training camp,” one of the managers said as she followed the bouncy man

You watched as the black and silver haired man stood by the bus, the rest of the team piling off

You couldn’t see his face but his presence made the atmosphere shift around you

The wind was blowing a little strong, you hair flowing around your face as you pulled it from your mouth

Bokuto stopped, frozen as he smelt the air, his lungs expanding as he took in the beautiful scent

His body reacted before he had a chance to think, urging him to find the source of the pretty smell

He turned, his eyes lading directly on you as you stood slightly behind your brother

You were so tiny and meek, it drove him to the brink

He had never felt this way about another person, let alone an omega

He let the scent of you wash over him as his body carried him towards you

“Bokuto where the heck are you going?” Akaashi said as he made his way over, eyes fixed at on you

Kuroo watched as Bokuto approached, shifting in front of you as a low growl sounded from his throat

The growl from his friend and rival sent Bokuto into protective mode, his scent immediately changing as he bared his teeth

Akaashi came next to Kenma as they both watched , Kuroo standing his ground as Bokuto began to stare him down

The teams knew not to get involved when two alphas met toe to toe

Not only because a fight would surely ensue but also because they noted your presence close to the scene and didn’t want you to get hurt

“Omega,” Bokuto said, a low growl sounding from him as his piercing hazel eyes locked on yours, pupils dilated , “mine.”

You stiffened, as you took in Bokuto’s scent of warm, fresh cotton

You body began to heat up as you felt a soft whimper escape you lips

A whine that called to him, telling him that you found him just as attractive as he found you

What the heck were you doing? You body was acting on its own accord as the tall alpha loomed in front of you

You peered around your bother who was locked in a heated glare with Bokuto

You hadn’t seen Kuroo this angry in a while, not even Daishou’s annoying comments stirred this much emotion

You snapped from your haze, pumping calming pheromones into the air to defuse the tension between the two alphas

You could sense the tension dissipate, as your brother and Bokuto both calmed down, Bokuto’s eyes returning to normal

Bokuto looked from your brother to you, his face relaxing as he calmed down

“Who is this Kuroo?” He asked, still staring at you

“My sister and Nekoma’s manager now back off!” Kuroo growled

“Tetsuro its ok,” you said softly as your brothers head snapped to you

“I’m YN, it’s nice to meet you,” you said, a soft smile appearing on your face

“I’m Kōtarō Bokuto, it’s a pleasure,” he said, still staring at you

Kuroo was getting annoyed at how Bokuto was staring at you and what was with him calling you his earlier?

Kuroo could sense the change in Bokuto’s behavior and he didn’t like it one bit

He knew the alpha was interested in you, his scent reeking of possessiveness

Thankfully, Yaku and Kai came to the rescue

“Come on YN, we have to finish setting up the gym,” Yaku interrupted, sensing the tension forming and wanting to remove you from the situation

Yaku and Kai both knew things could escalate quickly and didn’t want to risk you getting hurt

“Oh of course!” You said, running to meet up with Yaku and waving to Bokuto

Bokuto watched as you left, your scent hitting him smack in the face once again

“Stay away from my sister Bokuto,” Kuroo growled as Bokuto smirked

Yeah there was no way in hell that was going to happen

As the training camp progressed, you felt not only the eyes of your team on you but the eyes of Bokuto as well

He watched you every spare second he could, his eyes finding you in every setting on the gym

“Looks like we won’t need much encourgement today,” Yukie said to Akaashi who nodded, watching Bokuto as he watched you

“I’ve never seen him like this before, do you really think-” Washio said as Akaashi nodded

“I’m not 100% for sure, but I think so,” he said, still watching as Bokuto’s eyes lit up at the sound of your laugh

He hated how close the betas of your pack were standing to you

Kenma and Inuka all but on top of you

His inner alpha yelled at him to stop them, halt them from getting any closer to what was his

He released a low growl, heard by Akaashi as he tried observed you

“Bokuto, we should get to practicing,” Akaashi said as Bokuto snarled

“Yeah, I need to hit something. I’m pissed off,” he barked

You stiffened, hearing the snarl permeat your ears from across the court

Bokuto was fuming as he slammed spike after spike into the other side of the court

“Hey Yn, can you fill up our water bottles please?” Kai asked as you chirped in surprise, Bokuto stopping when he heard you

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry, I was just zoned out! I’ll get right on it!” You said, grabbing the crates and hoisting them into your arms

“Hey can I help you with those?” Bokuto said, approaching you as you carried your teams water bottles to the fountain

“Oh no I’m ok! I don’t want to interrupt your practice!” You say, smiling back

“It’s ok, I’m on a break! And those look really heavy,” he says, extending his hand as you blush and hand him the bottles

You walk to the fountain and began filling up the bottles, Bokuto standing close by you

“Thanks so much Bokuto,” you say

“Please call me Kotaro,” he responds as you nod

“Kotaro it is then!” You giggle as Bokuto’s chest fills with pride at your name rolling from your mouth

“You are really pretty Yn and your scent is beautiful,” Bokuto bluntly stated as you felt your face heat up

“Umm thanks Ko, Kenma says it smells like perfume,” you say shyly

“Well it’s the best perfume I’ve ever smelt before,” he said as you felt your body heat, his scent becoming strong as you talked

You talk a little as you fill water bottles when suddenly the foul stench of anger fills the hallway

“BOKUTO!” Kuroo shouts as you chirp suddenly, eyes widening

Bokuto responds to you, his instinct to protect your from anyone and anything stronger than ever

He stands in front of you, arms crossed as you peer out from behind his hulking form.

“I thought I told you to leave my sister alone!” He barked as Bokuto growled back, his stench reeking of possessiveness

“I’m only helping her and stop being so protective of her Kuroo!” Bokuto snarled out the command as you stiffened

“She’s an unmarked omega Bokuto and she’s my baby sister so no, I will not back down!” Kuroo says as your eyes widen at the realization that both men are getting extremely angry

The smells mixed together and assaulted your nose as you tried your best to stay calm

“I would never hurt her Kuroo! I think you already know what I want,” Bokuto snarls as Kuroo’s eyes flame with anger

You try pumping your scent into the air as the men’s eyes dead lock on each other, eyes blown wide as you try desperately to calm them down

Unfortunately for you, it’s not working

“Whoa hey what’s going on here?” Yaku says, coming out into the hallway with Akaashi, Kenma and Kai

“Kuroo calm down,” Kai says as Kuroo’s vision snaps to Kai

“Back off! This is between Bokuto and me,” Kuroo shouted

Driven by your instincts, you do the only thing you can and begin scenting Bokuto

You had never scented anyone before, not even your own pack mates

Usually your calming scent filling the air was enough to chill the mood but your instincts drove you to do more

Your wrist rubs up and down his arms, as you see his form relax, his eyes shifting to you

Kuroo’s eyes turned towards you as he watched your eyes lock with Bokuto’s

He knew what this meant, and while he wasn’t happy about it, he could tell you wanted this

“Kotaro, it’s ok. Tetsuro is just looking out for me. He knows how dangerous it is being an unclaimed omega,” you say

“I want to be your Alpha Yn,” Bokuto says suddenly as your eyes widen

Akaashi palms his face knowing perfectly well that the customs of courting an Omega

“Bokuto, you are suppose to ask her with a gift you know,” Akaashi says, as you smile

“Oh right, uhh, hold on!” Bokuto says, ripping off his practice jersey as well as his T-shirt

“Here you go Yn,” he says, handing you his T-shirt

Even Kuroo is like “really YN? This is what you want?”

You accept the T-shirt, holding it up to your nose as the scent of Kotaro, the scent YOUR Alpha wafts through your nose

“I love it Kotaro and yes, I’d love to court you,” you say as he smiles

“Well HEY HEY HEY!” He screams, lifting you into the air and spinning you around

Kuroo stands there, his arms crossed as he just shakes his head

“You sure you want this Yn?” He asks as you nod

“Honestly this was the cutest courtship proposal I’ve ever seen,” Yaku says, wiping a tear from his eyes

“Akkaaaasshiiii we are going to have to make room for Yn on the bus!” Bokuto says as you smile, shaking your head

“Bokuto YN isn’t coming with you,” Kuroo notes

Bokuto’s eyes widen as he looks to you as he deflated, hair and all

“Sorry Kotaro, I can’t just transfer schools! But I can come visit you on weekends and we can FaceTime everyday until we can see each other?” You say as your alpha perks up and smiles

“Come on YN, I gotta show you all my skills while we are together! I need to prove that you have the bestest Alpha around!” Bokuto says, dragging you back to the gym as you giggled

“Well it finally happened,” Kenma said, walking back with Akaashi

Akaashi just smiled, knowing that, for a while at least, he wouldn’t have to worry about Bokuto’s emo modes for a while

[spooky-bunnys]

Title: Not like other Alpha's

Fandom: Haikyuu

Pairing: Kenma x M! Reader

Warnings: ABO, bad mouthing, and slight fluff

Other: thank you @reallyromealone for helping me write this

(Name) never quite understood why everyone thought his Alpha didn't care for him. Kenma adores (Name). He just shows his love in a different way.

Kenma isn't one for PDA, but in private he really enjoys curling up with (Name) and playing his games. He also really enjoy's (Name)'s cooking, and always makes sure to compliment his cooking in some way. Or when (Name)'s anxiety gets to be hard to handle, Kenma will gently scent (Name) and hand him the game he was just playing to calm him down.

Kenma proves his love in a more personal way then others. (Name) isn't someone who enjoys big fancy gifts. He enjoys the smaller things.

Like the time Kenma saved (Name) from having an allergic reaction to Lev's sushi he was trying to share. Both (Name) and his golden retriever best friend had forgotten about his allergies to sea food. Thankfully Kenma intervened and scolded Lev about forgetting (Name)'s sea food allergy.

(Name) adores how his Alpha cares for him. But he's getting more and more tired of people talking bad about Kenma. His Alpha told him not to worry about it, but he can't help it! While (Name) was the more forgiving of the two there was certain lines you don't cross with him. Bad mouthing his Alpha is one of those lines.

~

(Name) tensed as he sat in the bleachers of another Nekoma High School Volleyball game. He could hear the people behind him talking about him. Which normally he doesn't care about. But its when they doubt his Alpha when he's had enough.

"I seriously don't see what (Last Name) sees in him! All Kozume does is play his games and barely even interacts with him. I bet (Last Name) is feeling so deprived of attention and affection. The poor Omega...."

(Name) grit his teeth and tightened his hold on the railing. They didn't know Kenma like he did. He gives (Name) plenty of attention and affection. Those idiots don't know what their talking about.

"Yeah. I heard (Last Name) has been hanging around the other Volleyball players more. He's probably trying to get their attention since Kozume won't give him any."

(Name) could feel his hands going numb from how tightly he was holding the railing. He was so thankful Kenma convinced him to wear scent blockers today since his heat was nearing in a few days. If he wasn't (Name) just knows his sour would be the farthest from his usual (scent) right now.

Just as he was about to snap at them, (Name) felt a familiar warm hand and the gentle scent of cherries made him instantly relax and smile. (Name) turned and saw Kenma staring at him. His eyes filled with worry and it made (Name)'s heart soar.

"(Name) are you okay? I could feel your distress and anger through our bond."

(Name) smiled at his Alpha. This was another reason (Name) loved him so much. If Kenma felt even the slightest bit of uncomfort or distress through their bond, nothing would stop Kenma from finding and comforting him. (Name) shook his head and sent a quick sharp look to the gossiping idiots above them.

Kenma followed his Omega's eyes and narrowed his own before calmly wrapping an arm around him.

"Come on. The game is about to start and we need our manager on the court with us. I don't think I can be my best if you're not down there with me."

(Name) smiled once more and excitedly followed his Alpha. Kenma may not be like other Alpha's, but he was everything (Name) could want or need in one. As (Name) looked ahead, Kenma sent a deep and sharp glare at the now paling Alpha's. He'll deal with them later.

[honeesucker]

♡ = NSFW / Explicit / 18+ ONLY

☠️ = Dark Content / Problematic / READ STORY TAGS

☁️ = Fluff / SFW

🐾 = Alpha / Beta / Omega dynamics (Omegaverse)

🐕 = Puppygirl

MASTERLIST UNDER THE CUT -

➤DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo

・(Bone) Appétit ♡🐕 

     ○ Prelude 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 

・ A moment in time  ♡

・Bakugo Thirsts / Drabbles / Etc.  ♡

➤Eraserhead | Shota Aizawa

・Safeword ♡

➤Shigaraki | Tenko Shimura

・Darling, Dearest ♡ ☠️ part 1 part 2 part 3

➤Dabi | Touya Todoroki

・Flight ♡ ☠️

・ Haunted by a Shadow (ft. Shoto Todoroki) ♡ ☠️

➤ Hawks | Keigo Takami

・ Gliding Into You | RomCom Collab ☁️

➤ Fatgum | Taishiro Toyomitsu

・ Heart-Shaped Castella | RomCom Collab ♡ ☁️

➤Haikyuu boys reacting to you texting them *~spicy photos~* and then falling asleep…

・ Iwaizumi Hajime  ♡

➤ Haikyuu boys reacting to your hand on their thigh… ♡

・ Semi Eita

・ Kenma Kozume

・ Ushijima Wakatoshi

・ Tsukishima Kei

・ Akaashi Keiji

➤ Haikyuu boys reacting to you calling them ‘Daddy’… ♡

・ Bokuto Kotaro

・ Ushijima Wakatoshi

・ Daichi Sawamura

・ Akaashi Keiji

・ Iwaizumi Hajime

・ Tendou Satori

・ Tsukishima Kei

➤ Bokuto Kōtarō

・ Sugar Coat ♡ 🐾

・ Bokuto x Puppygirl PWP ♡ 🐕

・ Bokuto X Fem!reader PWP  ♡

➤Coming soon!

➤Coming soon!

➤Coming soon!

MISC.

Call of Duty Thirsts / Drabbles / etc.  ♡

[sugamamacustard]

Day and Night

Pairing: Alpha! Kenma Kozume

Author’s Note: NSFW

Request: Omegaverse ruts & heats with Kenma pretty please with a cherry on top?!

Summary: How do you and your gamer alpha spend heats and ruts?

Author’s Note: I originally was gonna wait to do this one, but the cherry on top got me! I really hope you enjoy, even if it's a little short!

Requests: Closed!

Buy me a coffee?

NSFW Warning: Mentions of Heats/Ruts, Degradation (Bc I still firmly believe Kenma is into that), Fem! Reader, Use of the name 'Kitten', Kenma is still mean >:(. AGED UP!

➵ Now, let's get the boring, but wholesome, stuff out of the way.

➵ Pre-heat with Kenma. He's not like Atsumu where he's useless.

➵ In fact he does one of the best things an alpha can do for an omega in pre-heat!

➵Gives you a black credit card and drives you to the nesting store and gives you no limit of course!

➵He lets you spend as much as you want while he's on the phone dealing with assistants and getting food and jugs of water delivered to the house.

➵ He knows his own rut is around the corner so he's a lot snappier at anyone around you two.

➵When your cycles line up it's quite the adventure for you both.

➵ it's bound to happen eventually of course.

➵ honestly, when the anger from his rut and his pent up energy got to much, Kuroo would take over.

➵ Don't worry you guys return the favour. :)

➵ anyway, Yeah, pre-heat is okay, everything ends up just fine.

➵ Even if Kenma snaps on more than a few people.

➵ Kenma's pre-ruts leave him angry more than anything. He just doesn't want anyone near you.

➵ He doesn't like people on a good day, let alone so close to his rut.

➵ And while he doesn't want to seem over protective, he just can't help it, ya know? Your his and his alone and he doesn't want any other stupid alpha getting the wrong idea.

➵ He doesn't think any amount of his money can save him from a murder sentence.

➵ Or public indecency.

➵ Between your sweet scent and his overall pent up energy is also insatiable beyond anything.

➵You thought you knew Kenma? His Libido? Wrong.

___

His nose poked and prodded your scent gland as slick dripped down your pussy lips, Kenma's body laying on yours. His hands were rough as he scratched your supple thigh flesh, trying to get closer to to you, meld his body to yours.

"Such a sopping wet cunt, kitten. All for you alpha, hmm?" He nipped at his bond mark, blond hair tickling your collarbone. "My little slut, aren't you kitten? Dripping all over my cock like the perfect little whore. "

His cock head prodded your clit, dragging teasingly along your folds, more slick squeezing onto his cock. You were such a pretty sight, already fucked out, previous loads of cum dripping out of you like a milky river.

Your cheeks were a wine-stained red, despite being as sober as the day you were born, and your eyes were blown to shit, not to mention the dried saliva on your chin. Honestly, he could stay watching you like this forever.

"Please, Kenma, please I need your cock! Please, I'm so hot and-"

He hushed you with a swift smack to your cunt, simultaneously filling you with one swift thrust of his hips. You moaned out as your velvet walls clamped down on your alpha, who hissed at the feeling.

"God, we've been at this for so long and you're still squeezing me like a damn virgin. Maybe it's just because your hungry for my dick." Kenma growled into your ear, quickly picking up a brutal pace. His knot had been inflated for the past half hour, you were sure it was painful, but he wasn't relenting. Not giving you what you both desperately desired.

"Give me one more, Kitten, give me one more delicious squirt and I'll give you my knot. Just for my cum hungry whore."

[whoreshijima]

kenma + beta!

pls and thank you so much!

Oooooo a beta ask, betas a hard to write so I hope you enjoy!!!

He’s not an alpha, he knows this. He doesn’t have the overbearing personality of one, the physical attributes don’t come with the role of beta either, but he’s in control. He knows what he’s doing.

He knows what he’s doing when he throws an arm around your shoulder, promising you dinner and cocktails. It’s all on him, of course. No need for you to lift a pretty finger when he’s in charge. When he’s around, he’s got you. His choice of words and subtle actions has got you right where he wanted.

He’ll never have the physical power of an alpha, or the scent to inebriate you, but his words, is how he’s got you underneath him. Legs tight around his waist, cock sliding between your slick folds, eyes staring down into yours as he finally pushes the fat head into your tiny clenching hole. The whimper that tumbles from your lips is heaven to him.

“I bet you thought an alpha could only ever make you feel this good, right pretty one? But here you are, taking my cock like a good little omega, pathetic really”

[haikyuucute]

How would you feel writing omegaverse A!Shirabu? If not maybe A!Kenma? Thank you in advance 💕 Ps, I love the omega verse so much wtf

Lol how about both?

I feel you, I love the omegaverse wayyy too much😋

Since there wasn’t anything specific in the request, I just did alpha headcanons for them~

A/N: A little nsfw so characters are aged up

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Shirabu Kenjirou

Alright before starting this I realized I knew shit about Shirabu so I did a loooot of researching to hopefully understand his character better

That being said, please forgive any OOC-ness

Okay, so Shirabu is one of those guys who’s pretty quiet and calculative

Because of this I think he’d be a very attentive mate

Like after a short while of being together he’d pick up on even the subtlest of changes in your scent, and before you even realize how frustrated you’re getting, he’s already pulling you into him, knowing his scent would soothe you

Likes power and control

And he always has your best intentions in mind, so if he tells you to do something and you don’t, he can get kinda bitchy lol

For example, you went to one of his matches, knowing that the next day you’d start your heat. He told you not to come, but you showed up anyway, and the overwhelming scent of alpha in the gym had pushed you into heat

He was not happy with you, and you had to put up with his bitchy attitude even after your heat ended

This boy is touch starved but isn’t a fan of pda, so expect to be scented whenever the two of you are alone

Now let’s talk heats and ruts

I honestly feel like he’s kind of a sadist so expect a lot of degredation and even some orgasm denial— the fact your literally begging to cum with tears in your eyes, makes it much more enjoyable for him to deny you of that release just to see how much of a mess he can make you

but he always makes sure you’re more than satisfied in the end

His ruts are a little different, the degrading words he uses are even more vulgar and since it’s the only time he isn’t really in control of his actions, he ends up overstimulating you a lot

That’s all I got for Shirabu so hopefully it seemed in character lol

Kenma Kozume

Let’s forget the Omegaverse for a second, I wholeheartedly believe that Kenma is a dom— I read something on it and now I can’t see him differently

So I think he’d definitely be an alpha

Because he keeps to himself a lot and doesn’t feel the need to make his status all showy and scent everything, his scent is pretty subtle

Because of this, a lot of people don’t realize he’s an alpha, and instead think he’s a beta

You didn’t even realize this and you had been friends for him for a year, it wasn’t until he had seen you getting closer with another alpha that he began feeling possessive over you and started scenting you until you realized he liked you

He isn’t a fan of the dynamic system, so honestly the only time his alpha tendencies show is usually with you if you’re acting up and during volleyball matches

As a result, you get away with a lot of things other alpha’s wouldn’t let their omegas do, and people often question if he’s a good mate because of it

Isn’t overly protective or possessive of his omega unless he needs to be or he feels jealous

He’s another one of those quiet and calculative types so he’s also very attentive and always knows what kind of mood you’re in

lol if his omega ends up being overly excitable and hyper to the point you’re distracting him from his game, he’ll definitely end up scenting you and releasing pheromones to make you calm down, and you’ll eventually fall asleep, curled up into his side— he’s also taken one or two pictures of you like that

Okay, now heats and ruts

During your heats is when you really see him act like the alpha he is— the aura that surrounds him is unquestionable and always leaves you in shock no matter how many times you see it

Has a very quiet and calm control over you, that has you following every single thing he tells you to do

His ruts are very similar, the only difference is that it’s very easy for him to start losing his composure, but even during a rut he tries to keep a clear head

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Omegaverse Taglist:

—couldn’t tag bolded—

@shiguraaa @tycrackculture @kynyta @cuddlesslut @icedhoneygreentea @yams046 @cutepet09 @kkimoka @elegant-gypsophilia @mrkoala4prsdnt @sapphy-taffy6969 @yougivemebutterfliess @melanieacademy @yeet-these-hoez @nekomasmeow @thirsthourdemon @nekoma-hoe @curiouslilbeast @badboysdoitbetter2 @nervousenergyyyy @coupsieddori @mizuchan24-blog

[ushijimahayashi]

bed rest // alpha!kenma x omega!reader

summer fic exchange for @reogou​ ! I really hope you like it 💖

main characters: kenma, f!reader

pairing: kenma x reader

genre: fluff, au (a/b/o)

wc: 815

It was shocking almost, how different your alpha was from what you’d been raised to perceive.

“Alphas are large,” they said. “Alphas are territorial and confrontational, and they get what they want.”

You were terrified as a child. Your odds of presenting were even across the board, but that meant you’d either become the bogeyman of your nightmares or something for them to chase after. But, by the time you’d finally presented as an omega at nineteen, you already had a loving alpha partner that you wouldn’t trade the world for.

A lot of your friends seemed confused when you first started going out. They asked if he was the one with an alpha that was scenting him so strongly, or if we was lying about his presentation for some prestige on the volleyball team – but neither were true. Not by a long shot.

Kozume Kenma wasn’t a storybook alpha in the most technical sense, but he was the best you could have hoped for.

There was a gentle knock at your bedroom door, just loud enough to be heard over the music playing from your phone by your head.

“Come in,” you called, curled up in your blankets.

The door creaked open, and your partner slipped in with a tray of food. “Are you feeling any better?”

You groaned and rolled over, pouting as he set the tray on the bedside table to check your temperature. You had so many plans, so may things you wanted to do, but here you were stuck in bed with no energy to do otherwise.

“We were supposed to go on a date today,” you said. “You finally got a day off.”

“We can have a date inside,” he assured you calmly. “It isn’t that bad. But your fever is.”

He tugged the blankets away from you, and you cringed as the cold air began to hit your sweaty skin.

“These suppressants are bullshit,” you whined. “Why can’t they just keep my normal brand stocked up so I don’t have to deal with off-weeks of low quality brands.”

“No offense but your brand is bad too,” Kenma said, sitting on the edge of the bed and handing you a glass of water. “We can afford for you to get a higher quality brand, why don’t you get something better.”

You huffed, forcing yourself to down some water in hopes of feeling any better. “They all taste like chalk and assholes. They aren’t worth the extra cash, and they hardly every work for me. This is the only brand I’ve tried that actually keeps my heats regular.”

He brushed your hair away from your sweaty forehead, wiping your face dry with his sleeve to place a kiss against your skin. You looked up at him with raised eyebrows, impressed and a little confused at the gesture.

“Kuroo said it’s a better way to tell temperature than your hand.” He brushed off any more looks and reached the tray once more. “Can you sit up?”

You adjusted yourself, closing your eyes for a moment as a wave of dizziness washed over you, and settled back against your now-propped pillows. The blankets were pooling around your waist now, goosebumps raising on your arms as the chill of the room settled into your skin. Kenma lowered the legs of the tray, setting it over your lap so you could reach your food. Your water glass was back on the table next to you as you began to eat, grateful to get some pleasant taste in your mouth.

“I took tomorrow off too,” Kenma said, brushing your hair out of your face again. “I’ll still be here to take care of you if you can’t just sleep it off.”

“Can we get ice cream?” you asked hopefully, spoon in your mouth.

He shot you an unimpressed look, but turned away as it quickly began to waver. “Sure.”

You purred, grinning and urging him closer. Kenma sighed in defeat, crawling in next to you and warming your side as you ate. Turning your head a bit, you leaned to give him a chaste kiss to his cheek as the corner of his mouth twitched upwards.

“Cheeky thing. You’re gonna get me sick.” He rested his head against your shoulder, sighing contentedly as he relaxed and just basked in your presence for a few moments.

“Then I’ll just have to take care of you as well,” you joked, bringing a hand up to pinch his cheek.

He huffed, turning his face to burrow into your neck “How many days off do you think I have?”

“As many as you need to spend time with your girlfriend.”

The half-hearted pinch at your side had you giggling, curling away from him. He definitely wasn’t the kind of alpha you were raised to expect, but you had no doubt that he was the perfect one for you.

[mackjlee9]

Haikyuu!!

Fluff/Angst

Akaashi Keiji x Flirty!Male!Reader  

Omega!Sugawara Koushi x Alpha!Male!Reader  

Sawamura Daichi x Male!Reader

Streamer!Kenma Kozume x Streamer!Male!Reader 

Azumane Asahi x Scary!Male!Reader

Goshiki Tsutomu x Male!Reader

Bokuto Koutaro x Male!Reader

Suna Rintaro x Male!Reader

Smut/Lime

Oikawa Tooru x Top!Male!Reader

Kita Shinsuke x Top!Male!Reader

Tendo Satori x Top!Male!Reader

Tsukishima Kei x Top!Male!Reader

Nishinoya Yuu x Top!Male!Reader

Timeskip!Haiba Lev x Top!Male!Reader

Kageyama Tobio x Top!Male!Reader

Kuroo Tetsuro x Top!Male!Reader

Bokuto Koutaro x Top!Male!Reader

Iwaizumi Hajime x Top!Male!Reader

Omega!Sakusa Kiyoomi x Alpha!Male!Reader

Miya Twins x Top!Male!Reader

Suna Rintaro x Top!Male!Reader

Azumane Asahi x Top!Male!Reader

[morallygreyyn]

☽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼☾

hey! I’m heather and welcome to my anime fantasies! a lot of posts on this blog will have elements of questionable behaviour as I do like to write morally grey people so bear that in mind when requesting a villain or a morally grey character! not much is off limits! all nsfw posts will feature a domme reader and even some sfw posts will have domme reader elements!

will not be accepting requests sent straight through to my dms! only accepting requests that go to my inbox! dms are for chats only! any request that is sent via dm will be ignored!

Rules are below the character list!

･༓☾ 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂𝓈 ☽༓･

Haikyū!!

- Oikawa Tooru

- Kageyama Tobio

- Kozume Kenma

- Kuroo Tetsuro

- Goshiki Tsutomu

- Tendo Satori

- Akaashi Keji

- Miya Atsumu

- Miya Osamu

- Suna Rintaro

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Boku no Hero Academia

- Bakugo Katsuki

- Kaminari Denki

- Todoroki Shoto

- Tamaki Amajiki

- Shinsou Hitoshi

- Dabi

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Hunter x Hunter

- Illumi Zoldyck

- Hisoka Marrow

- Kurapika Kurta

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

One Piece 

only on the fishman island arc so this list will probably grow

- Sanji

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・

Twisted Wonderland

- Riddle Rosehearts

- Azul Ashengrotto

- Jade Leech

- Jamil Viper

- Vil Schoenheit

- Rook Hunt

- Divus Crewel

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Obey Me!

- Leviathan

- Belphagor

- Satan

- Barbatos

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 ℐ 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

domme readers (come get y’all crumbs)

fluff, angst, smut - pretty much all genres tbh

omegaverse (alpha readers and omega characters only)

nekoverse  (human readers and neko characters only)

what I will write and are requestable: one-shots, headcanons, another part of an existing post of mine

what I will write but are unrequestable: SMAUs, multiple chapter series

kinks that I’m comfortable with writing

blood, gore, yandere (reader only)

female and gender neutral readers

any morally grey shit 

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 ℐ 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

submissive readers - absolutely will not do this, no exceptions. there is far too much on tumblr and everywhere else already. nsfw posts on this blog are purely for my domme readers who just want to top our favourite anime boys (can you tell I’m petty lol)

fem/reader pregnancy / trying to get pregnant - I don’t like kids so I won’t do it

pedophilila

daddy kinks and foot fetishes

male readers

ships - I’m not a shipper myself so I won’t write for it

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝑒𝓍𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓈 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

please specify when requesting whether you’d like gender neutral or fem reader! default gender will be female unless specified otherwise!

please do not request a character who is not on this list - i will not write for them and will most likely ignore your request!

please be polite when requesting! I am under no obligation to complete a request I don’t like but I will try my best to complete all requests

there will be times when I have to go on hiatus due to burnout so please understand when that happens that I won’t be able to write

[alkhale]

change the channel (Ko-Fi Request) Kenma Kozume/Camgirl!Omega!Reader

hello! Id love a kenma x reader fic (maybe a/b/o) ?? Also, thank you so so much for writing so many amazing fanfics :) every time I read a new chapter from any of your stories, it makes my day <3 

OFC COURSE YOU CAN!!!! And thank you so much for your support and for your donation! AND THANK YOU!! I know this one is long overdue, but I hope you enjoy!

I’m also killing two birds with this one, it’s substituting for Typetober Day 16: back and forth (using change the channel instead)

title: change the channel

pairing: Kenma Kozume/Omega!Reader

rating: T/very slight M

summary:

Kenma taps his phone again, right back at your picture. He stares at you with wide, piercing eyes, leaning across the table and quickly saying, reverent and eager—

“I want to buy your game from you.”

Today, sitting here beside you in your bag, are fully equipped items to try and protect you from the creepy, deranged, rich stranger you’d been about to meet. Today, you were fully expecting to unleash a fury building up inside of you over an injustice you can’t tackle on your own in your society on some poor, unsuspecting alpha—

Here, sitting in front of you, is a self-claimed internet game streamer, who wants to buy your… special edition… game?

“You want…” you say, slowly, making sure you don’t have this wrong, “...my game?”

He nods.

You open your mouth. It closes. You open it again, raise a finger, and then press your lips together, staring at him.

“I’m sorry,” you say finally. “What?”

link to AO3 for easier reading: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27446191

Omegachion has signed on!

The monitor screen flickers to life. 

An empty room appears. A plush, pink cushioned desk chair is in view. Along the cream, soft colored walls are a series of posters that usual garner less attention. A bookshelf is tucked to the side, complete with a set of potted plants hanging in clean pots—clearly loved. Within the stack of books sits shelves stuffed full with what looks to be discs and an assortment of other items.

The website's main frame appears—SecondGlanceStreaming.com. The design is sleek and black—clean and unassuming. A password is prompted, followed by a series of typed keys and then a click.

On the side of the screen a chatroom appears, coupled with a monitored security system in place established by the website. A cherry icon pops to life. Once the chatroom opens, the entire website flickers with light.

Omegalovers has signed on.

Rockyroadncream has signed on.

Omegasarekings has signed on.

Cumqueen324 has signed on.

Mrknottt has signed on.

Msbyjackalboi23 has signed on.

Openwideandsmile has signed on.

Sunnydayandnight has signed on.

Marshmellowtime has signed on.

Thecoolestalpha has signed on.

Bettagetbeta has signed on.

KingKodzuken has signed on.

Kodzu00 has signed on.

The chatrooms explodes with messages. A series of greetings are quickly issued by long-time fans and watchers of the streams, asking how your day was and how you’re feeling. A few more perverse, slimy messages are mixed in-between, demanding for the crude and obscene. A few others snipe back, telling the users to get their hands out of their pants while a series of other users greet each other instead, talking about the excitement over tonight's stream.

You hang back a bit, one arm crossed under your chest, puffed up with the fleecy soft fabric of your jacket while the other hand holds a jelly drink, sipping it in silence. You watch the chatroom explode, quickly gaining more and more users as others signed on to your stream. You check the time on your phone, sighing before you finish off your drink and toss it into the trash can.

You place the fuzzy bunny mask over your eyes, checking how you look in the mirror. You swipe your mouth with your thumb, applying your lip gloss and then smiling cutely at your reflection.

“Alright,” you say. “The goal tonight is 7,000 cherries… you got this!”

You clap your hands over your face and beam. Showtime.

You slide into the monitor’s view, the webcam flickering to life. The chat comes back with more force, messages spamming into the box and a series of cherries already floating into the screen. You beam, laughing as you wave to your viewers and blow them all kisses. “Hello! Hello everyone! I love to see so many of you are so punctual… Needy omegas like me… we love reliable people, you know?”

You hold back a snicker as the chat increases with your words. People shooting messages back at you as you let out a cute giggle. Tonight’s outfit is nothing but a cotton candy pink fleece zip-up that falls to the top of your thighs, also exposing your bare, smooth collarbones. It’s a special occasion, so you’re going the extra mile.

“How are we all doing tonight?” you ask sweetly, holding your chin up with your hands as you watch the chatroom, skimming over the responses. “Aw, Bettagetbeta, I’m sorry to hear that! I hope things get better for you… do you need a hug?”

Cherry icons pop up over your screen. 50. 30. 10. You smile, opening your arms to the camera. “There! I’ll make all your problems go away, okay?”

You bat your eyes under the mask, showing them your bare wrists and giving them a little rub with your thumbs. “You can scent me if you’d like… would that make you feel better?”

Bettagetbeta has gifted you 30 cherries!

Bigboialpha has gifted you 350 cherries!

“Bigboialpha!” you squeak, covering your mouth with your hands. “That’s too sweet of you! Did you want to scent me that badly?”

Your chatroom shakes from the force of scrambled messages. You smile, shyly running a finger up and down the slightly swollen scent glands of your wrist. You’ve timed this just right—and just as you thought, your viewers notice too, instantly spamming the boxes with more fervent messages, begging to scent you, begging to be with you, wrap you up in their smells—

(God, you make me want to vomit.)

“If you’re extra good,” you say sweetly, “you could… maybe even…”

You tease show off more of your bare shoulder, showing a pink bra strap. You slightly expose the side of your neck, bringing your fingers up dangerously close to your most sensitive scent glands. Cherry icons flash across the screen and you hold back an excited grin, feet tapping anxiously underneath your desk.

There’s a new flurry of disgusting messages, of big, handsome alphas promising to do all kinds of things to you if you’d let them. You roll your eyes under your mask, holding back curling your lip in disgust as they prattle on about how they’d take care of you, make you feel so, so good and—

“All right, all right, that’s enough teasing, right?” you say. “Everyone, thank you so much for signing on again tonight! If you’re new to my streams, welcome! We’re so happy to have you. I’m lucky to have you. It’s a special night tonight, you know why?”

Gonna come for us on screen?

Face reveal! Face reveal!

Omegachion i would do anything for u

Pls let me touch u

Take off ur jacket

Stfu and let her talk u horn dogs

Fking disgusting dont ruin the stream

Open ur legs, baby girl

“Because!” you say, throwing your arms into the air. You spin once in your chair, showing off the room and stopping right in front of the screen again. “I just got it in the mail today…”

You bring up the sleek red box that’d been waiting to the side of your desk. You beam, showing it off to your viewers. “Tadah! Do you know what this is? It’s a gift from our generous website hosts—a gift for reaching the Gold Status on streaming! Everyone, thank you so much! I couldn’t have done this without you!”

The chatroom pops with congratulations. There’s some demanding comments, ordering for a consolation prize. You skim through them all, smiling a bit at the paragraphs of kind words and thanks. They’re the viewers you wish you could treat with a little more care, give them something a little more for all they do.

“Want to see what the gift was?” you ask. You pop open the lid and show off the gift—a dark red, leather collar coupled with a golden dog tag. It’s a stylish thing, slim fitted and clearly of great quality, there’s a thickened edge to the leather, coupled with a lock and key.

It’s an omega collar.

You smile through your teeth. The stench of the perfume from the box makes you want to wretch, but you hold it for the camera as your viewers beg you to put it on. “Oh, I don’t know… should I?”

You play with it, showing it off to them against the column of your neck. They’re feverish and desperate. 

“I don’t deserve something this nice,” you say, shaking your head.

Tease

Don’t cover up that beautiful neck

Dont blueball us

I only want to see u in my collar

“That’s right,” you say innocently. “I don’t want to cover up what belongs to you guys…” you show off your neck to them again, touching with your fingertips your own bonding gland, unmarked and bare. The chatroom is almost unrecognizable, going off into a feeding frenzy.

You turn back to the screen, smiling.

(You’re like babies.)

You drop the box out of view of the camera into your trashcan, kicking it under the table with more force than necessary. You ought to burn the fucking thing but leather probably doesn’t burn well. 

I can’t believe I’m already at 4,000 cherries. You feel excitement replace the disgust, toes curling against your hardwood floor. You got this, amp it up a little bit.

“Since I couldn’t have made it this far without all of you,” you say, touching a hand to your chest and playing with your zipper. “I wanted to do something special—not just this stream! But a nice little event, how does that sound?”

You click your mouse, opening up a new box and icon for your viewers. “Can everyone see the royalty program alright? Yeah? Perfect! If you look, you’ll see the cute little banner we had set up and everything.”

You hold up your phone, smiling beside it. “For these set prices, I’ll be doing a series of special events, just for all of you guys for all the support you’ve given me!”

You point.

“50 cherries and you get a sweet text with a picture from me,” you say. “Each picture will be different, and none of them alike! Keep it between us though, okay? Hehe, I mean it! For 100 cherries, I’ll do a one minute call and for 300 cherries, a three minute call, just with you! For 500, we’ll do a private web-chat session and finally, the big one…”

You smile, “For 1,500 cherries, I’ll be doing a special, in-person meet and greet! How does that sound?”

The reactions are instantaneous.

Cherries already start popping up all over your screen, users filling out the roles and eagerly thanking you for everything while others spit at the prices. You ignore those comments, secretly marking certain users to be blocked. You know the last one is outrageous, how could it not be? Did they think you’d want to meet with any of them? You’d discussed this with several other streamers and they’d all done similar things—this deterred creeps and kept you safe. Usually no one ended up doing the meet and greet. It was too expensive. 

It was foolproof.

I can’t wait to hear your voice

Will it be nudes

I want nudes

Thank you so much for doing this!

“I should be the one thanking you guys!” you squeal. Your eyes dart to the corner of your screen, watching the cherries roll in. Your heartbeat accelerates and you do the quick math in your head. “Oh my goodness! Sitwhereveryoulike, thank you so much for the Cherries! And you too, theprettiestalpha! Thank you!”

As it should be. You grin at the screen, prattling on with sweet words and thanks. You teasingly unzip a little more of your jacket, greedily watching the cherries pop-up all over the screen, trying to make conversation where you can and—

A single chat bubble pops up in the corner. You almost miss the question, but you’re almost certain your eyes don’t betray you. If you hadn’t seen the title so many times, you would’ve blown right past it.

(But you’re a true fan, down to your core, you could never miss a mention of—)

Is your username based on Water Emblem?

“Hello, Kodzu00!” you say quickly, trying to stifle your surprise. “Yes, it is! You must be new to the streams.”

You gesture behind you, smiling shyly at the poster of Varth on the back of your wall. “I’m actually a bit of a fan! I know the series is old and everyone’s excited for the new reboots, but I grew up with the old one.”

Ah, stop right there, don’t keep talking about it. You’re going to lose viewers! Your fingers fly back to your zipper, teasingly dragging it down another inch. You could talk about Water Emblem for hours, but you can’t—this is a stream after all. “Bigboialpha! I guess we’ll be having that private webchat after all… mhm! I’m looking forward to it—huh? What I’ll be wearing? Well…”

You cutely run your fingers up and down the column of your neck, bringing their attention back to your scent glands. “Would you… pick for me?”

You almost gag at the comment suggestions. You watch more cherries roll in—shit, another 500? I might make my goal after all! No, you would make your goal. You have to. The sooner you rake in the dough from these streams, the sooner you could—

For the meet and greet, would it be in person?

You blink, startled by the question. You quickly glance back to the username. Kudzu00 again? “Uh, yes! Yes, it would be~ I’d pick a nice location for us and we’d meet. Wouldn’t that be nice everyone?”

For how long?

Who even is this lol

Damn big bucks

Show us the tits already

Pls sit on my face

Your outfit is so cute today!

You swallow nervously. Calm down. What are you even freaking out for? No one in their right mind was ever going to drop that much money to meet with some stranger from the internet—no one.

“Fifteen minutes,” you say cheerfully, keeping one eye on the chat. Have I seen this user before? “There’s a lot we could do—ah, I mean talk about in fifteen minutes, right?”

Kodzu00 is typing…

The chat bubble disappears. You eye it for a few more seconds before shrugging your shoulders. Shake it off. You needed to keep this celebration stream going. You slyly bring your bare knees up and watch the chat go a little more wild, quick questions being shot about whether or not you’re wearing anything under that jacket. You keep the conversations going, sweetly asking the users about what they’d like to do, what kind of pictures and if—

A bright icon flashes on your screen. You glance over.

Kodzu00 has gifted you 3,000 cherries!

You freeze.

On your monitor the chat continues to fire off. A few people notice the notification. You blink, once, twice, before taking a second glance at the numbers.

3,000.

3,000 cherries?

3,000….

The calculation is quick in your head. You’re terribly good with money, sadly. The final statement minus the small deduction for processing appears in your mind’s eye and you balk.

HOLY FUCK.

Lol i think u broke her

God damn

Congratulations, Omegachion!

“K-K-Kodzu00!” you say, head spinning. “Thank you so much! Oh—oh my goodness! Thank you so much for your donation!” What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck— “I can’t believe you’d be so generous! Thank you so much! I’m so excited to meet you! Our first meet and greet!”

WHAT THE FUCK?

You quickly try to hold your composure, continuing with the stream. Calm down. Calm down. Calm down. Finish the show! You laugh, trying not to look at the history of the notification and focusing on your show instead. You thank every piece of good sense inside you for using a mask, hiding the sweat rolling down your face as you teasingly stand up for your audience, bending down a bit.

“Now, how about we end the night with a little… cuddle, hmm?” you say shakily, unzipping your jacket the rest of the way to show off the lacy, soft pink color of your bra. The chat bubbles pop up by the dozens, but you never see even a lick of Kodzu00 again. What the hell? “C’mon, you know how badly I wish you were here to scent me… wrap me up in that smell of yours…”

(Give them what they all want.)

What feels like hours finally passes in a span of minutes and you quickly say goodbye to your watchers, blowing them a kiss and zipping your jacket backup as you finally sign off. You sit there, staring at the screen of your loading page, dumbfounded.

Limply, your finger finds its way to your mouse. You give it a click.

The final total for your earnings tonight appears in a tacky, almost shady colored box. You stare at it in silence.

9,750 Cherries.

Nine…. Nine thousand…

Almost 1,000,000 yen? 

“Yes!” you screech, grabbing your head with your hands as you fly up from your chair. You kick the stupid, plush pink thing aside. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

This is insane! You almost want to cry in disbelief. This is—this is it! This is what I needed! I’m so close! I’m so close! You know the other streams won’t rake in nearly as much, but this is the final push you needed—if you kept up this kind of participation for another few months, your fees would be nothing! You’d be able to even afford a little extra and get something nice, replace your bathtub and treat yourself to an expensive dinner and all thanks to this stupid job and—

The grand, generous donation of Kodzu00—

You freeze. Your pure, unrestrained elation plummets. Reality clocks you sideways in the face and you slap yourself for being so dumb—how could I even forget? Your eyes dart back to the screen and you pull up the donation history, staring in dark silence at the simple, blaring donation of cherries, already transferred to your account and not even pending and—

Your joy is quickly replaced with something much more dire. You gape at the amount. The award title beside it appears. You stare.

And stare.

A thirty minute meet and greet.

You’d be meeting in person with this person for at least half and hour and—

What the hell?

You power off your screens, flying to your room and kicking the streaming room door shut behind you. You lunge for your bed, scrambling for your laptop, covered in Water Emblem stickers. You pop it open, quickly pulling up your admin account for the streaming sight and accessing your private passwords. You pull up the user history for all your past streams, typing in the username Kodzu00—

Nothing?

You stare at the blank history. The only entry is tonight’s stream. The very first time this user has ever showed up.

Alarm bells start ringing in your head. You pull up your emergency tab, a self-made list of all your red-flag boxes to check in cases like this for your safety. You click on Kodzu00’s account, searching through their profile.

MADE THIS MORNING? You gape in disbelief, staring at the entirely blank profile. It’s even void of an icon for a profile pic. The account was literally made today, just for this stream, and this god damn stranger just gifted you basically 300,000 yen—

This is insane! All your alarm bells nearly fall off their stands. You search for any kind of information, scrambling and double-checking your banned users lists for any potential matches. Was it some creep trying to meet you from before? A stalker? Were they under a different name and made the separate account just to do this to you so they wouldn’t get caught? What’s their deal?

(What’s your selling point for this whole thing?)

You pause, fingers halting over your keyboard.

You’ve had rich donations before. Users with too much time and money on their hands—users you’re gladly willing to take from in the pursuit of a better life for yourself. Your crowd ranges anyway; from nervous, shy little dorks to kind, quiet people looking for company to disgusting, wretched lechers and stupid alphas who like nothing more than little, docile omegas to rub their garbage scent over—

You stare at Kodzu00’s user profile, feeling something bitter and dark and ugly bubble up in the pits of your stomach.

Any person, male or female, who’d be willing to drop that much money to meet with a streamer like you, notorious for what you do, for what you market—can’t be a good person by any means.

They only want one thing.

You grind your teeth, knowing you’ve got no choice but to reap what you sowed. This was the path to quick cash you chose, so you can’t back down now. You’ll just have to do everything in your power to make sure you remain successful.

You close your laptop screen, ripping your stupid mask off your face and tossing it to the side.

You weren’t backing down.

--- (change the channel) ----

You started streaming in high school.

The middle of your last year, to be exact.

It started off simple enough, to be honest. Nothing eventful, nothing worth writing biographies or harrowing documentaries off of. It was another story amidst the thousands in Tokyo’s Metropolitan streets.

By all legal health records and means, you are an omega.

(What does that mean?)

Within Tokyo’s urban and suburban streets, it means a collection of different ideals and social norms. It means nothing to plenty, it means everything to others—to your youthful eyes growing up, it’d just meant you were a little different from some of your other peers, but not isolated, no, never isolated—there were other omegas, after all, despite the smaller population.

You get along with people fine. You make friends fine, have a few crushes, get average enough grades and have a particular fondness for social media—you just live your life on top of having to deal with certain physiological functions others around you may not experience the same.

You think by all means until your last year of high school, that it really does mean nothing. Society is so modern now, people don’t even blink, right? There’s none of those second gender stereotypes or outrageous cult worships—you’re just another person trying to live their life to the fullest.

“A doctor? Are you sure that’s what you want to do?”

You smiled at your teacher in the faculty office. See? Normal—

You stopped.

“See, that’s a great dream,” the teacher said, pointing to your paper. He tapped it, scratching his rough stubble. “But it’s not very realistic with your current standing, you know?”

“You mean my grades? I can work extra hard. They’ve been more than above passing, and what really matters is the entrance exams and testing—”

“Not just that,” he said. He pulled up your student file. He gave you a second look, up and down, and he seemed to find pity in your hopefully confused expression. “Listen, (L/n), here’s the thing—a doctor… is a pretty important position, you know? Very important.”

You nodded like you didn’t already know that. Like you hadn’t been spending the last years of your educational life aspiring toward that goal, that dream.

“They need to be physically… available,” your teacher said. “They have to work outrageous shift hours, they have to work hard on top of that, and then they have to take special medication to regulate their pheromones if they need to, and then the schooling on top of all that is hard work.”

You waited for your teacher to explain why any of those things was supposed to get in the way of your one and only dream of saving lives.

“I’ll make this easy for you to understand, kid,” you teacher said. He taps his nametag, pointing to his little alpha symbol.

“Omegas just don’t become doctors.”

Your dainty, prettily crafted world of normalcy and mundane content shattered around you in one violent, screeching halt.

You smiled at your teacher, nails digging painfully into your thighs.

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s just not a typical job preference,” your teacher said. “Look, you’re not the only one, I promise. There are a few omega doctors, sure, we need them anyway to make things easier or make sense of stuff alpha based doctors or betas might not understand, but the demand isn’t high and the placement is extremely competitive. Trust me, kid. I know.”

You kind of wanted to spit at your teacher that no, this pot-bellied, alpha gym teacher couldn’t possibly know more than you do about trying to break into the medical industry as an omega. But the thing is—what are the statistics? You hardly see any. Every website you’d researched thus far has always been welcoming, nowhere on their platforms or pamphlets saying anything about omegas being doctors or not and—

You froze.

“Everyone is welcome!” the videos all said. “Everyone is encouraged to try!”

“This is the real truth,” your teacher said. “They’ll all tell you you can do it because they’re not allowed to discriminate or turn anyone away. They’ll let you do whatever you want, but when it really comes down to the acceptances or not? You’ll just get turned away and you’ll have wasted all that time for nothing.

“Omegas aren’t considered suitable candidates for doctors,” your teacher said. “That market tends to go to betas, believe it or not. A nice little mediator.”

Your teacher tossed your career planning forms onto a stack of dozens. You stared at it, smiling continuously with your fingers digging harder into your thighs. He sighed, waving a hand.

“You should shoot for a hospital receptionist,” your teacher said. “It’s the next best thing, right? Or you could teach biology at a school instead. You might even be able to get by as a school nurse—”

“I’m going to apply to medical school.”

Your teacher stopped, looking at you.

You smiled back at him.

(Being an omega was supposed to stop you?)

What a load of shit.

“I don’t really care about anything else,” you said. “I’ve wanted to become a doctor my whole life. If people say I can’t do it because of something they can’t even see, then I’m still going to do it. They can’t stop me.”

Your teacher stared at you for a few minutes. He leaned back in his chair, considering his next words before he finally said—

“You got the money?”

You stopped.

Your family is pitifully lower middle class. Your parents make enough to pay the bills, afford a vacation every now and then, and just get by fair enough without being too stressed—but small issues, like your own medical costs for heat suppressants or a flat tire can easily set your family back several paychecks.

No, you don’t have money for medical school. You’d already known that looking at all the pamphlets. But there were scholarships and stipends and loans—

“If you want to waste your time with this pipe dream, it’s not my job to stop you,” he said, pointing to your career form. “It’s not really ethical either, so don’t come back and file any lawsuits against me. But your medical schools don’t offer many scholarships, and the ones they do aren’t going to go to that one, average ranking omega they’d rather not even have to worry about.”

Your teacher shrugged.

“Go ahead and be a doctor, kid, but you’re going to need money to do it.”

(This is the reality. People are not equal. Being an omega means—)

Means what?

-- ---- (change the channel) ----

You remember laying in your bed that night, scrolling mindlessly through random social media outlets. You’d spent the last several hours searching extensively for any and all scholarships you might even remotely be able to apply for, but none of them seemed willing to help an omega into their waiting hospital wings—your best bet was going to be taking out a loan. Several. That’s on top of cram school costs, textbooks, entrance fees and whether or not I can pass the exam—

No, you would. You had too. You weren’t about to let some stupid, invisible consensus a group of people somewhere or another had decided on stop you.

“Thank you again for the generous donations! You guys are too good to me!”

You’d paused, staring at your bright screen. One of the streamers you followed from time to time—he was an omega, cute and docile and in all honesty, probably the picture perfect cookie cutter definition of one. He always posted great tips on fashion or about cute cafes he enjoyed, and always seemed to be proud of the fact that he was an omega despite how cringingly he played into the stereotypes—

You glanced at his caption, freezing in disbelief.

Designer bags littered his floor. He showed off his pretty watch, batting his lashes at the camera, talking about how the donations from last night’s stream helped him live a good, cushiony life, making him feel like he was being taken care of even without an alpha by his side.

You’d stalked his account almost religiously for the next few weeks, watching his streams, watching the way he… flaunted his nature as an omega. Your parents had always told you you were fine the way you were, but being an omega had never been something to be proud of—you’d just preferred to act like a beta more than anything else. What was the point? To some extent, your teacher was right, there were no benefits to being an omega except—

“Thank you again for all your donations!”

You pulled up your laptop, searching extensively for every little obscure article you could find on the nature of streaming services. You’d never taken social media outlets that seriously, always looked at influencers and vloggers with a grain of salt—you were aspiring to be a full-time heart surgeon after all, but if there was actually something...reasonable behind the way all these people would act, proudly showing off the fact that they were omegas in exchange for something monetary…

(Did people enjoy this?)

Yeah you can make money from it, lol.

You stared at the internet thread, blinking in disbelief.

One user amongst thousands in the thread had responded to your question.

Ppl always keep saying that omegas are this and that. Society likes to paint a pretty picture of what we call equality. Ads and those videos u watch in school and stuff, they all tell u you can be whatever u want to be if u try, but that’s not rlly the truth. The only thing they were honest about was that you’d have to work hard for what you want in life.

You scrolled down.

You have to do the research on ur own and find respectable sites. I can give u recommendations, but u have to kind of get yourself prepared for what you’re signing up for too. Everyone likes to go on television and talk about how all three genders are the same, but we’re not. It’s not even just whether ur female or male anymore, everyone always finds something to pick at, don’t they?

U might get hate for it but whatever, those people who sit on a nicer chair than you and don’t pay your bills don’t get to criticize you for what you want to do and how u do it.

They always tell us we can’t do things because we’re omegas. That we have to be a certain way because we’re omegas and we’re only good for one thing.

So just give them what they want.

And suck them dry.

You remember clearly, that night, pulling up the user’s account and shooting them the message that would change your life.

What sites do you recommend for beginners?

Youcanruletheworld is typing…

----- (change the channel) -----

You triple check all your items, rearranging them on your bed in front of you.

Your outfit is cute, matching your streamer personality but remaining modest enough to keep you protected from unwanted attention. You’ll be wearing a face mask on top of it, just for the extra mile too. You’d already reached out to this Kodzu00 and sent them the notification for where to meet and when, and what you’d look like so they’d be able to find you. Wisely, as always, you picked a neutral location—an extremely popular cafe two hours away from your house just to be safe.

Safety alarm—check. Pepper spray, check. Pheromone repellent, check. Emergency contact button, check. Location synced devices and emergency heat suppressant pills on top of—

You stare at the last item. It comes special with the standard emergency omega safety kit—you almost spit at the name—it’s a quick, easy attachable lock-on collar to protect your bonding glands in the case of an unruly and disgusting attack.

You want to call it ridiculous.

(Behind your eyes you see the comments scrolling over the glowing screen. You see the leering words and the lecherous promises and the disgusting sentences that rattle your brain and make you stand a minute longer in the shower, fingernails digging into your skin—)

You don’t say anything, zipping the bag closed and taking all your items with you.

---- (change the channel) -----

Thirty minutes, it’s just thirty minutes, you can do this. You aggressively slurp on your straw, furiously dogging the cafe patrons with your eyes, keeping them narrowed and peeled for anyone who ought to fit the bill over what you were expecting to meet today. Thirty minutes.

The black iced coffee with an added two shots isn’t doing anything to calm your nerves, but it’s doing everything you need to keep yourself pumped and ready to go at a moment’s notice. The cafe is busy, just as always, with people swarming left and right, in and out—this creep won’t be able to do any of their normal creep tendencies in a place like this.

You bite your straw, tapping your feet under the table.

Alright, Kodzu00, do your worst. I’m leaving here after the thirty and I’m taking the cash with me—

“Excuse me,” you stop, mouth hovering and open over your near chewed through straw, “are you… uh… Omegachion?”

Hearing your streamer username in real life makes you both want to gag and sigh in happiness. The username was arguably the only way for you to feel remotely sane logging into the streaming service every time for your scheduled program because Water Emblem got you through anything, including all the cram sessions to get into medical school.

Your eyes swing rapidly to your right, moving your head so fast you take your straw with you. 

Ice coffee drips onto the table.

The young man standing in front of you is… is, truthfully, not what you expected. Okay, sure, weirdos on the internet come in all shapes and sizes, but to your own bias, you’ve crafted a bit of a face for the specific types of users who flood your streams. He narrowly passes even an inch of those ideas, with the slightly messy hair, the baggy clothes that look like all he does is stay in front of his computer all day and the dark lines under his eyes, but other than that—

He’s a lean young man, from what you can barely tell, underneath the baggy black sweatshirts and the sleek black joggers, lined in white with a logo you don’t recognize. There’s a dark cap on top of his head as well, and he’s sporting a simple black face mask, just like you—the most color the damn guy has is the bleached blonde tips still growing out past his roots, spilling a bit past his shoulders while the rest is gathered back into a bun.

In an instant you quickly size him up—the guy’s probably only a few inches taller than you and he can’t be that much older or younger, somewhere probably around your age.

You pluck out your straw. He squints faintly at you, holding his phone, glancing back at his screen and then back to you and shifting, albeit uncertainly. He looks like he’d rather be anywhere else but here right now.

“You’re,” you start, “uh, you’re Kodzu00?”

“Yes,” he says. “That’s… me.”

You stare.

He stares right back.

(His golden eyes are almost like slits, you realize, a bit stunned, they drip gold and heather.)

He has pretty eyes.

“It’s,” he says, awkward, not sounding friendly at all, “...nice to meet you…”

And then reality comes back, this time with a spinning roundhouse right to your face.

This is the guy who just dropped money to come and meet you here today.

This guy.

You stare at him in disbelief.

Kodzu00 stands there in front of you, looking as though he wished he could melt right through the floor and disappear. He slowly starts to make his way into the chair opposite of you, pulling it out and taking a seat, setting his phone down beside him like it’s a lifeline and—

Your eyes bulge at the sight of his watch. You know how much that watch costs.

Your alarm bells start firing off again. For a brief moment, unease colors your scent, lightly flooding the area until you instantly reel it back in. Kodzu00 glances up at you for a second but you keep your face calm and friendly, quickly slipping back into your streamer personality, your best mask and first line of defense against whatever the hell this weirdo wants with you and time is ticking—

Before you can even utter a single word, Kodzu00 pulls down his mask.

(He’s… well, he’s not bad looking either, in a… weird kind of way.)

“Look, I need to clear the air first and get this on the table,” he says it a bit quickly, despite the low, almost uncaring inclination to his tone. You blink at him. The tips of his ears are staining pink beneath the fading streaks of blonde and he continues, “I’m not here for your streams.”

You blink.

You stare at him, dumbfounded and hopelessly confused.

“I’ve never even seen them before until last night,” he says just as quickly, looking embarrassed to even utter those words. “Let’s get that straight, okay? So I’m not… here for… that.”

That.

“That?” you say like a robot.

He looks more and more uncomfortable, but he presses on, whispering quickly over the table, “Yeah. I’m not here for… that. So… you can… uh… just be normal, I guess.”

You stare at Kodzu00, the man who’s just payed off nearly the last of your student loans in debt, who’s only here in front of you today because he got in touch with you through one of those very streams which very much markets that, which is meant to appeal to all the what-nots who just want to see an omega bat her eyelashes and act like an omega, to feel comforted or have their egos stroked and—

“I don’t watch any streams like that,” he adds for good measure. “I don’t. One of my viewers reached out to me because… well… because they watched your streams and noticed something and mentioned it to me, so I wanted to check it out myself.”

Oh my god. You sit there in the middle of the bustling cafe. Am I about to die? This is it, isn’t it. Kodzu00 is actually some kind of crazy internet stalker or person and you’re about to get stabbed right across the cafe table and this will be the end, you’ll never even get to save anyone’s life or help anyone and their bad hearts or do anything beyond your stupid streams and that’s all you’ll be remembered for.

“Kodzu00 is just a name I made for that night,” he says quickly. “Online I run a gaming channel under the user Kodzuken—you can just call me Kenma though. Kenma Kozume.”

“Uh,” you say. “Kucina. You can call me Kucina.” You are not giving your real name out to this stranger who can potentially threaten your entire standing in your medical career and out you for the unethical nature of how you’ve been procuring money to pay your school fees—

Kenma briefly pauses, eyes flickering up to you. He looks a bit pleased with your choice of alias but quickly glances back to his phone. You feel, strangely, a little… a little happy too.

Wait, wait, wait. No, this guy is a weirdo and don’t forget that he’s a complete stranger online claiming to be a game streamer and—

“The only reason I’m here today is for this,” he says, pulling out his phone. You instantly grow wary, inching back a bit from the table. There’s a bit of excitement finally creeping into his otherwise mundane voice, and it’s giving you the spooks. Kenma taps, quickly navigating his screen before he pulls up one blurred, pixelated image and turns his screen to show it to you.

“Why is this a screenshot of my room?” you say roughly, narrowing your eyes at him. You point to the screen shot of your streaming room and your face caught mid-speech, making you look dumb. “What are you trying to—”

“It’s not that,” he says, sounding a bit stressed out by this whole ordeal. He looks visibly uncomfortable with the image of you, only in your bright pink bra and you raise an eyebrow at him, suspicious as he zooms in and quickly moves the screen to—

“This,” he says, fervent, almost reverent actually, “is what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Carefully, still suspicious, you lean over the table and look closer at his phone screen. You follow his finger, quickly recognizing your bookshelf, your posters, and then right beside Kenma’s fingertip is—

You blink.

You know exactly what he’s pointing to.

You also know exactly what it looks like in perfect detail despite the blurry picture. It’s a large box, big enough to hold against your chest, sleek white and blue, with silver lettering line in a kind of glowing, aqua teal—the cover art for the product had been top of the line, complete with an engraved metal clasp that opened up to reveal an entire, glossy artbook, coupled with a cd of the game’s soundtrack and also—

“Water Emblem’s Special Anniversary Edition?”

“Yes!” he almost shouts. You jump. Kenma quickly gestures to his screen, to your room and your game and points at it with fervor. His eyes are actually shiny, you stare at him, a little in awe. “Do you know what this is?”

“Of course I do!” you say, offended. “I own the game. It’s Water Emblem: Light Dragon! Personally my favorite game in the entire franchise and the game that really got the series into the world market—it’s part of what started its entire cult following. This is the special edition that came out years ago, wow, I can’t believe it’s been so long! I remember waiting in line for it and—”

“That’s exactly it!” Kenma says, throwing his hands up into hair, grabbing it beneath his cap. You blink at him, getting a little excited. “This game—this particular edition re-launched for one night of sales only in the creator’s hometown and here in Tokyo! It came with a companion edition and most people were only able to get one or the other because it was sold on opposite ends of Japan!”

“Yeah!” you say. “I know! I stayed with relatives in the summer and timed it out so I could grab it! They only sold so little copies… that was the best night of my life, I couldn’t believe it, even though the game didn’t seem to do that well at first until later…”

“Because no one respected the greatness of the game back then,” Kenma says bitterly. You nod. “Now everyone knows but the rest of the editions have all either been trashed or are kept by collectors somewhere else, I’ve been searching for years for a copy that was at least still playable, even without the extra goods—”

“But the goods are the best part!” you shout in disbelief. Kenma looks at you like your crazy. “The art book, the soundtrack, the interview with the creator—they all play their part in bringing the game to life!”

“This is what I wanted to discuss with you,” Kenma says seriously, lacing his fingers nervously together and staring you down across the table. You suddenly feel uneasy, unnerved by the piercing, golden gaze.

“You own what might very well be one of the last, in-tact, best kept qualities of this edition in Japan,” Kenma says. “When this edition and its counterpart launched, the second issue, the black one—it came with a playable DLC code that can only be activated when you have its partner code and it unlocks an entirely new, almost never played secret storyline that’s supposed to reveal another part of the story—”

“I heard about that,” you say in disbelief. “But I thought it was just an online rumour because no one ever proved it or could figure out the code…”

“Because no one could figure it out,” Kenma says, getting the loudest you’ve heard him since. You stare at him with wide, round eyes. “But recently because of the work I’ve been doing, I was able to meet with the creator—”

“YOU MET WITH THE CREATOR OF—”

Kenma furiously motions for you to shush. You clasp your hands over your mouth, watching him with round, adoring eyes, sparkling in disbelief. This guy right here in front of you got to meet your hero—the envy and awe collide altogether, rumbling up and—

(Your heart starts to do something a little funny in your chest.)

Who even is this guy?

“He gave me a hint and I was able to find the code in the other edition,” Kenma says, quickly pushing his phone to you to show a picture and you blink, eyes shiny. “Which I currently own because I was able to secure one when it came out in Tokyo. But your edition is the last part I need to unlock the unplayable path.”

This guy… you lean back in your chair, unable to stop the excited tap of your feet. This guy—he loves Water Emblem. He’s crazy for it! I don’t know anyone except people online who like it this much and he’s…

“That’s why,” Kenma coughs suddenly, becoming smaller in his seat. You stare at him with a raised brow. “I needed… to get in touch… with you.”

You blink, remembering the whole reason the two of you were even meeting in the first place.

Your cheeks grow hot, bright red in a flash of rare embarrassment. Kenma’s ears are just as red, but he pretends it’s not even happening, continuing on.

“Why didn’t you just… message me,” you squeak out, feeling more and more mortified that this man has literally paid you thousands just to be here and… it’s not even… a scam. It’s about your favorite thing ever. Water Emblem! “Instead of… my streams…”

“That was the only way I knew how to contact you,” Kenma says, looking a bit defensive. “I told you, I’ve never seen your streams before. One of my viewers told me and you keep everything private, so this felt like my only chance.”

You open your mouth, feeling more and more uncomfortable but Kenma sweeps in, “Keep the money. It… works out better this way anyway.”

You stare at him in confusion.

Kenma taps his phone again, right back at your picture. He stares at you with wide, piercing eyes, leaning across the table and quickly saying, reverent and eager—

“I want to buy your game from you.”

Today, sitting here beside you in your bag, are fully equipped items to try and protect you from the creepy, deranged, rich stranger you’d been about to meet. Today, you were fully expecting to unleash a fury building up inside of you over an injustice you can’t tackle on your own in your society on some poor, unsuspecting alpha—

Here, sitting in front of you, is a self-claimed internet game streamer, who wants to buy your… special edition… game?

“You want…” you say, slowly, making sure you don’t have this wrong, “...my game?”

He nods.

You open your mouth. It closes. You open it again, raise a finger, and then press your lips together, staring at him.

“I’m sorry,” you say finally. “What?”

“This might be my only chance ever to play the game,” Kenma continues, pulling up another tab and clicking away at his phone. He tucks a strand of blonde behind his ear and the action is almost endearing to you until the reality of his words slowly starts to creep into the forefront. “I’ve never found another edition like yours, and it seems like it’s in perfect condition too. I’d be willing to buy it at complete full, current market price—”

“Market price?” you say in disbelief. “How much is my game going for?”

Kenma looks at you in blatant disbelief. You raise a critical brow at him.

Wordlessly he turns his phone back over to you and you glance down—

You almost fall out of your chair. Kenma doesn’t look impressed, hunkering back down and taking his phone as you spin, head swirling at the numbers and figures, math flying around in your head at the sudden realization that all that money could literally be yours, that the game you love so much is worth that much, that all that money, all that money you’ve been trying so desperately to scrape for could just—just fall into your lap—

You could pay off all your loans with that kind of money. You could… you could stop streaming with that kind of money, finally wash your hands of it and get back on track and hardly have to worry as you work toward the job of your dreams and… 

“I want to buy your game.”

Your heart quiets. The fancy dreams stop. You sit there in the chair, head buzzing with the reality of what he’s asking of you.

He wants to buy your game.

Your game.

And you think then, about a moment far away from this one. About a time when the books and papers crowding around you made you feel like drowning, about lonely summers and arguments bouncing off the rooms around you, and a time where there was nothing else but that loading screen and that game to take you away from all of it…

(The game that you’ve kept all these years, loved all these years, because it…)

“I’d be willing to pay whatever works best for you,” Kenma continues, the excitement is low in his quiet voice and his eyes sparkle as he shows you his phone. “I can even pay upfront in cash, have a fund drawn up or—”

“I’m really sorry.”

It’s the first time in a long time you’ve ever felt the need to apologize to anyone. Not when the whole world has been treating you like the sorry sack for so long.

Kenma glances up. His expression is calm, unreadable, but you get the feeling he can see right through you so you stare at the tabletop instead.

“I don’t know…” you start. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to sell that game to you.”

(He doesn’t seem like a bad guy.)

Anyone that talks about Water Emblem with as much love in his voice as he does can’t be, not at all by your books. His methods of getting to you here today might’ve been outrageous and roundabout, but you’re not really doing things the normal way either, so who are you to judge?

But that game…

You risk a glance up. You stop, staring in surprise when Kenma doesn’t look the slightest bit outraged or tense or anything. He looks just a bit disappointed, but the only thing you really see is understanding and something like a bit of grudging envy, a warmth in his gaze you don’t think is particularly meant for you but still comes through regardless.

“I was,” Kenma admits, a bit quiet. “Worried that would be the case.”

“Do you want,” you start quickly. Kenma looks at you. “Do you want to, uh, see it, at least? Take a look… see if it’s even in the condition you want?”

(You just… you can’t sell it, but you don’t want this conversation to end. It’s been so long since you’ve talked with anyone about this game, it’s felt so long since you talked to anyone in general and…)

Maybe, just maybe.

(You feel a little desperate.)

“Uh,” Kenma says, awkward. “Is that… fine?”

“Well, sure!” you say, hoping you don’t sound too eager. “Of course it isn’t a problem! I mean, I know we just met, but you seem pretty legit and I can just check you out later—plus, I’m perfectly capable of handling myself, even against an—”

You stop, sniffing the air. Kenma doesn’t look bothered, but he rubs the back of his neck.

And you realize, suddenly, you haven’t smelled a single damn thing because Kenma Kozume is—

A beta.

(Oh.)

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The entire way back to your apartment, Kodzu00, or as you now know him, Kenma Kozume, complains.

He does it quietly, but he still complains.

“We could just take a taxi,” Kenma says, quiet and unhappy when you start making your way toward the train station. “I can pay for it…”

“It’s easy to remember an address but tough to remember a bunch of stations and stops,” you say, ignoring his offer. Kenma follows, unhappy but he still follows. It’s kind of cute.

He walks with a bit of a hunch, you notice. Like he’s doing everything he can to remain out of everyone’s vision, but he watches, careful and observant because he avoids people before they have the chance to bump into him, glancing this way and that and picking things out with particular ease.

Kenma doesn’t look very confident, but he’s comfortable. You stand there beside him on the train, calmly holding onto the railing while he taps away at his phone beside you, sighing every now and then. He’s different, you realize, very different, from what you’ve become accustomed to when it comes to the kinds of people you let surround you for the sake of money.

You almost want to say it’s because he’s a beta, but you feel that’s a disservice in all its entirety. Maybe Kenma will turn out to be a snob of some kind. The guy’s strangely loaded.

You sneak searches on your phone, paling at the articles about him that come up, about stocks and investments and companies and you realize in seconds, this guy is completely and utterly the real deal.

But despite everything, Kenma still does as you ask. He lets you lead as you navigate the string of trains to get back home, doesn’t ask any questions, only comments on the occasional thing, and the entire affair is two hours, but he doesn’t even blink.

Either he really, really wants this game, you think, or he’s just weird.

Quiet, weird, but fairly quaint, and you’re a little alarmed by how much you… like that.

(You’re a weird guy.)

A rude, burly man makes a pass at you on the last train home, breathing down your neck and letting his greasy fingers try to slide against yours on the same railing handle. Kenma makes a face, eyes narrowed into slits in disgust and he quickly looks at you, blinking at your unbothered, nonchalant expression.

His scent wafts over you, thick and uninviting. Alpha. You rub your nose, inhaling your own familiar scent. Kenma looks more and more uncomfortable, shifting from foot to foot, starting to lean your way and scanning for open seats when you calmly turn to the man directly behind you, meeting him dead in the eye.

“Get,” you say calmly, digging your fingernails into his skin, threatening to draw blood—the man stiffens, he pales, surprised, startled by your confrontation— “The fuck away from me before I scream.”

He scurries back, shouldering past people in seconds. A few people shoot him disgusted looks, glancing your way in pity—but you ignore all of them too. They didn’t care seconds ago when they knew what he was doing, if you hadn’t done anything, they wouldn’t have either.

That’s just how it goes.

“Sorry,” you say, even though you probably shouldn’t. You look at Kenma, lips curling a bit. “I was expecting to meet a guy like that today instead of you. I think all that pent up anger and anxiety needed to go somewhere.”

Kenma opens his mouth, closes it, stays quiet for what feels like minutes and then he starts up again.

“You don’t really act the same way you do on your streams, do you?”

“Of course not,” you say. “If I acted like that in real life—no offense to anyone who does though—I’d probably lose my shit.”

Kenma sniffs. He doesn’t say anything after that, and you quaintly let your shoulder brush against his ever other jostle of the train.

(It’s been awhile since you’ve been around anyone. It feels nice.)

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Kenma balks for a bit at the front door of your apartment, but you quickly usher him inside, kicking your shoes off into the entryway and flying inside. He toes off his own shoes, eyes scanning briefly around the entryway, around your home—it’s neat, he realizes, even if he wasn’t sure what to expect. You keep it clean enough, but there’s bits and pieces where your life slips through, making it feel lived in. You keep plants in the corner, healthy and well but you’ve got a few dishes still sitting in the sink.

He guesses he wasn’t really sure what he was expecting to begin with. 

Kenma pauses for a second, rubbing his nose. He looks uncomfortable, eyes flickering around your apartment and back to you, but you’re already steps ahead of him, too excited to pass a chance like this up.

“It’s in my streaming room,” you say, “come on.”

Kenma follows warily behind you.

You almost kick the door to your room open in your haste, unable to stop the ecstatic beating of your heart as you scramble toward the back. Kenma pauses a minute, sniffing the air again. He glances behind him, back toward where your bedroom is left ajar and then to your streaming room. He looks a bit thoughtful for a moment, but quietly keeps it to himself, slipping inside and lightly closing the door politely after him.

(He’s not one to snoop, but he’s here, it’s not like he can’t look.)

Kenma tries very, very carefully not to consider the fact that he had seen you on that screen only a few nights before, and tries even harder not to remember what you’d been doing and how you’d look. He hyper focuses instead on the stand-out merch that becomes very, very clear to him.

He’s almost amazed your users haven’t said anything more about this—maybe it’s because of your camera angle.

Poster after poster of Water Emblem decorates the entire side of your wall. Kenma finds himself instantly drifting up to it, spotting your shelf in record time. He scans the collection of game titles, eyes growing brighter and brighter as he ghosts a finger over the well-kept discs and the old games…

“You play a lot,” Kenma says, quiet, glancing your way.

“I used to be a bit of a shut-in because I had to study,” you say, squatting down beside your other shelf and moving a few books aside. He finds himself watching the way you tuck your hair behind your ear and smile. “They were great breaks for me and helped keep me company. I’m not as social as people think, so it’s nice.”

Kenma considers your words. He looks at you, trying to reconcile the image he’d had of you from your stream with what he’d been witnessing all day today—how different it all was.

(If he’s honest, he’d been expecting to deal with someone different.)

“Do you do PC games too?” he asks. What are you doing?

“I’m not as familiar with them compared to console games,” you admit. “After exams I might try though. Got any to recommend?”

Kenma does. Plenty. He could go on but he doesn’t even know where to start, turning from your games to try to look at you again and think about how strange this entire meeting is, how different from what he’d been expecting. It reminds him of his meeting with Hinata, sudden and vibrant and impossible to categorize, left—

Pleasantly surprised.

“What happened to your chair?”

“What, the pink one?” you glance over your shoulder, noticing where Kenma’s looking toward your streaming station. “I shove it into the closet when I’m not using it. Sometimes the color hurts my eyes.”

Kenma looks at you like you’re crazy.

“...You keep two chairs?”

“Well, the chair’s mostly for looks anyway,” you say. “Some people like that kind of simple stuff. It’s a nice contrast, you know? Sweet and spicy, I guess? My boss said something like that. My ratings are good so I don’t complain.”

Kenma considers your words. He looks at your station, almost engulfed with stacks and stacks of what he can easily recognize as textbooks. Biology, medical tech, chemistry—all of it nearly crushing the fuzzy bunny mask you’d been wearing on the stream.

Kenma takes it all into his head and he looks again at your small back.

“...Do you even like your job?”

“It’s not my job,” you say. “My job is studying and working at the athletics complex to try to help figure out ways to help people stay in shape, take care of themselves and be better. This is just… part-time.”

You pause, staring at your shelves. It feels weird to be saying this outloud, but it’s nice too. It’s refreshing. You think you can take advantage of it anyway, what if you never even meet this guy again? You hardly know him, he probably doesn’t care.

“And I guess,” you say, a bit quieter. “Sometimes it’s kind of rewarding… sometimes people are nice, you know?”

Kenma says nothing, watching your back. You rub your neck and then finally beam, pulling free the reason for all of this.

You cradle the box in your hands. It’s weighty. You run your fingers over it and stand up, turning proudly to Kenma, beaming from ear to ear and—

You almost jump back in surprise, near squeaking. Your ears almost flash red in embarrassment at how close Kenma is all of a sudden, sneaking up right behind you with shiny, adoring eyes as he stares at the box in your hands, looking at it in awe and disbelief.

“Can I see it?” he asks reverently.

Your heart swells in happiness and you eagerly nod, handing it over to him.

Kenma receives the gift with care. He runs his fingers over it, carefully, as though afraid to even leave a single print behind before he pops the metal engraved latch and opens it up.

You and Kenma sigh together in unison, swooning at the sight.

“It’s amazing,” Kenma says.

“I know.”

“I can’t believe I’m seeing it in person.”

“I know!”

“You took great care of it.”

“I—” you flush at the praise, wilting a bit. “I-uh, thanks…”

“Can I see you play it?” Kenma says suddenly, looking almost desperate. You freeze. He looks up at you, expression completely different from his near lifeless one. His face is vibrant and full of excitement, thrumming just under the surface of his nonchalance. “The loading screen even? I—I have to see what it looks like logged in and—”

“I...actually can’t,” you say quietly, embarrassed. Kenma looks confused.

“I… I sold the console for it,” you say, feeling more and more guilty to finally have to admit one of your biggest regrets. Kenma pauses, expression quieting as he looks at you. You stare at the floor, trying not to look at the computer and web camera sitting in the corner. “I needed to buy some stuff… so I had to sell it in. I still kept a lot of the games, thinking I’d buy another one when I got the chance…”

You ruffle the back of your head, trying to quell the stifling scent of embarrassment that tries to escape you. You rub your wrists. Kenma’s eyes are briefly drawn to the action before he looks at you, still holding your game. You bow your head a little. “Um, if you want though, you can take it to your place and see—it absolutely will still work. I can just, take something to make sure you don’t run off or I can just—”

“Do you want to come over and use mine?”

You pause, looking at Kenma, dumbfounded.

Kenma stares right back at you. You can’t read a single inch of his face.

“We can use my place,” Kenma says, calm, unbothered. Your eyes grow round. “I really… really want to see the game in action… it’ll probably be more fun to see you play it anyway first.”

“Is that,” you start, uncharacteristically shy. “...okay?”

Kenma wordlessly nods.

(Your heart does something a little funny. You just write it off as an exaggeration. You’re such a sad sack.)

“Um!” Kenma looks up. You flush, hating how embarrassed you feel, hating how much of your bravado is missing, but you almost stutter out, “I-It’s (L/n) by the way… (L/n) (Y/n)...”

“... okay,” Kenma says. “It’s nice to meet you, (L/n).”

--- (change the chanel) ---

“You know, Kenma,” Kuroo said once, leaning back on the train ride home as Kenma tapped away at the buttons on his console. “For all you say and stuff, you’re pretty good at putting all the pieces together, aren’t you?”

--- (change the chanel) ---

One month.

Non-stop, several days a week, for hours on end—that’s how long the two of you play the game together.

You nearly miss streams, spend hours at Kenma’s house, laughing when you come to find him half-asleep in his sheets, barely rolling out to come greet you and instead just buzzing you in. You think it’s insane—how quickly this… this thing builds. You think you ought to be dreaming, but you don’t really want it to end.

(You’ve gone too long without anyone to laugh like this with.)

 You pull late-nighters that are terrible for your complexion, eat take-out like you’re cramming for exams all over again, laughing while Kenma quietly watches and scrolling through Water Emblem merchandise and fan bases and—

You spend time with him. With Kenma. You spend hours and days and what feels like endless forever and fun. It’s so sickeningly amazing you almost don’t believe it’s real. Sometimes you two argue, getting into heated spats over calls on how to move your characters, critiquing each other’s moves and then laughing when the other fails, sometimes it’s outright cheers from you while Kenma nods in satisfaction when you clear another mission and proceed forward and—

You haven’t even been alive that long, but compared to everything else, it almost feels like the best moment of your life.

“I did an entire episode on why moving this character is better than the rest,” Kenma mutters one day beside you. “I’m telling you, we need to deploy them. They’re wasted as an adjutant.”

You pause beside Kenma, blinking at his massive screen. You stare at your hands, and then you look at Kenma, blinking again in realization.

And in all this sudden time you’ve spent with him, you realize you’ve never seen one of his streams.

--- (change the chanel) ---

“Uh, hey everyone, thanks for stopping by again.”

You snort. Kenma doesn’t look the slightest bit at ease, his small face-view camera appearing in the corner of your screen as the old stream starts. It’s only of his earliest ones, the one where he replayed Water Emblem for his channel.

“I like this game a lot… it’s the one I always wanted to do a stream for… so I hope you enjoy it too.”

Is that it, dude? You laugh, shaking your head and kicking your legs out as Kenma gets the loading screen started and adjusts his chair. His camera shakes a bit and everything about the video attests to its age and its novelty. It makes you smile. He must’ve come a long way from these videos to the freaking multi-millionaire he was now.

(He worked hard.)

At first the show starts off rather quiet, maybe a bit awkward. Kenma hardly talks, quietly playing through the beginning sequences of the game and only commenting once or twice on the music or graphics. It’s kind of nice, peaceful, just watching someone go through the familiar motions until the real first part of the game starts and then—

“I never get tired of this part.”

You pause at his voice, glancing to the corner of the screen. Kenma’s eyes glow. He smiles, low, small and quiet, and he leans so far forward, almost out of his seat as he starts to play, quietly talking, describing the things he’s doing, the parts of the game he’s in love with and—

You roll over onto your side, watching the stream. Everytime Kenma mutters something under his breath you laugh, when he flubs you grimace, when he succeeds—you cheer, kicking your heels into the air. It’s really like playing the game all over again—even if the comments say he hardly shows any emotion, you can see it.

Kenma Kozume loves this game.

He loves what he does.

The thought makes you pause, staring quietly at the screen.

The dark corner of your room looks a little bigger. The quietness is a little louder. You lay there in your bed, watching Kenma thank everyone for watching with a sigh, giving the game a second glance, like he’s thinking of playing more even though he said he’d stop and—

Your alarm nearly startles you out of bed. You quickly glance over, shooting up in realization.

“My stream,” you murmur, dropping your phone and hurrying to your video room. “Gotta do… my stream…”

Your eyes glance back to your phone. You stare at the dark screen.

“Do you even like what you do?”

You shake your head, closing the door behind you.

--- (change the chanel) ---

“Thanks again everyone for coming! Your favorite omega is going to be lonely without you~”

The screen clicks, turning off.

You sit there in your plush, bright pink chair. Your open jacket hangs on either side of you, revealing your bikini for the beach theme you were going with today. The video room is near silent, save for the soft, quiet hum of your computer running while your monitor blinks, turning to a save screen.

Your game sits in your lap, carefully cradled by your hands. Off to the side is a thorough stack of medical textbooks you still owe money on. You were planning on studying for your test tomorrow after the stream tonight.

You run your fingers over the amazing edges of the collector’s box. You thumb every part of it, retracing the familiar memories, even the small little dent in the corner when you dropped it the first night you got it and almost cried.

You hold it there in your hands. It feels so, so warm, even though you think that shouldn’t really be possible.

There, in the darkness of your video room you sit. Quiet in the near-silence, head lowered, gently running your fingers over it, again and again.

Kenma’s lulling voice is the only thing you hear, playing over his stream, and you shut your eyes, bringing your knees and the box up to your chest. It jabs your ribs, sits uncomfortable, but you don’t really care.

“Do you even like what you do?”

(What I’m doing now, at least… yeah, I do. I really do.)

--- (change the chanel) ---

(L/n) is typing...

Hey, can we talk? 

It’s nothing important, let’s just meet up for dinner if you’re free!

Is that fine?

Kenma is typing...

Yes.

Location sent.

Let’s go here. I’ll make reservations.

Okay! :)

(Y/n) is typing…

(Y/n) stopped typing.

--- (change the chanel) ---

The place Kenma picks is some ridiculously nice looking Japanese Restaurant. It’s dimly lit and elegant and fancier than anything you’re used to, and you’re not really sure why he picks it until he orders for both of you and then the wagyu comes out and you know.

Seeing the steak, knowing you’ll get a good meal—it kind of makes this whole thing a lot easier.

Kenma sits comfortably on the floor right across from you. It’s a small, private room he’s rented out for the both of you. He’s dressed in the usual—baggy sweatshirts and athletic but comfortable joggers, and his hair is pulled back a little more neatly tonight as he pours tea for you and then for himself.

“This smells so good,” you say, mouth watering as you pick up the smooth, fancy wooden chopsticks. “Mind if I start?”

“Go ahead,” Kenma says. He leans back, picking up his spoon to dig into his own soup first. “What did you want to talk about?”

“The game,” you say around a mouthful of wagyu. It melts like butter on your tongue. “I’m going to give it to you.”

Kenma freezes, looking up at you in shock. His spoon clutters back into his bowl.

“What?” Kenma says.

“I’ve thought about it,” you say. “You were right. I don’t even have the console to play it anymore. It kinda just sits, collecting dust. It’s not fair when that game is literally everything.”

Your hands still a bit. You stare at the sizzling hot plate.

“I think you have a lot of fun with your streams,” you say, softer. “I think… I think Water Emblem would be well off in your hands. I think… I think it’s what it deserves, you know?”

Kenma is silent, frozen like a statue in front of you. You continue, lightly tracing a thumb over your other wrist, as though in comfort. Moments like this, you do wish for the chance to scent or be scented by someone again—just something familiar, something warm and nice. Your family is miles away and you just...

“I’ve had too much fun playing it again thanks to you,” you say, warm, full of happiness. Yeah, this is what feels right. “And you never once asked for the money from that night back, even though it should’ve just gone into paying for the game… that’s why I want to just give it to you. You’ve already done too much for me, and it’s more than paid for the game.”

“Hold on,” Kenma says. “I—hold on, one second.” He rushes for his phone, fumbling. You shake your head. “No, hold on—”

“I’ve still got my streams to do,” you say with an awkward laugh. “I can’t spend all my time playing video games again. Once exams come up and then—”

“No,” Kenma tries, looking a bit frustrated. He curses at his phone, “Give me a second to explain before you—”

“I’m doing this,” you say resolutely, standing up from your seat. Kenma balks. “There’s nothing you can do to stop me. Besides, I guess I got to meet you. That’s not so bad. Now stop making this weird and let me just do something cool for once in my life—”

“I want you to do a streaming series with me!”

You stop, staring at Kenma. He holds out his phone, showing the screen to you—but your eyes are on him, round and disbelieving and then—

Your entire face flushes bright red, cherry like a tomato.

“Y-Y-You w-w-w-want to d-d-do a s-stream with me—”

“Not one of yours!” Kenma blurts. You blink. He curses, ruffling his hair roughly before he gestures again with more vigor to his phone, “This—just look at this.”

You glance to Kenma’s phone.

“...you’re doing a new stream series,” you say, eyes widening in awe. “It’s going to be on the secret, never played route for Water Emblem—see! That’s perfect! If you’re going to do that, you need my half of the game and—”

“I want to do it with you.”

You freeze, mouth falling open.

“I’ve been thinking about it since you came over to play,” Kenma says, quietly setting his phone down on the table—he takes on the tone that means business, the calm, lulling one he your hear him use on the phone sometimes to make sure deals are delivered and he gets what he wants. “It’d be a great idea, and it’d be… fun. I’ve been letting you play because I wanted to see if the style would be compatible and I think it’ll be more than fine.”

Kenma taps his phone again.

“Of course, you’d be compensated,” he turns it to you, “we’d split the profits 50/50 from each streaming episode. Considering my normal projected view count and ad revenue, you can expect at least this much.”

You look at the numbers.

Your mouth stays open, knees sinking to the floor.

“If you’re willing,” Kenma says quietly, “to take a break from your streams to do this series with me… I think it would be mutually beneficial.”

Can things really, really work out, just like that?

“Besides,” Kenma says, even quieter. You close your mouth, looking at him in disbelief, in awe, in reverence, and he meets your gaze with his golden one.

“The secret route is meant for dual players,” Kenma says. “Water Emblem is known for being a single player, but what makes it special is it needs two for this route… it… it would be a disservice to the story to do it any other way.”

You can’t help it.

Your scent and pheromones you struggle and try so, so hard to always keep under lock and key explode forth, nearly flooding the entire room. Kenma stiffens, going ramrod straight and grabbing onto the top of his pants as your happiness engulfs the two of you. You’re sure it probably alarms everyone in the hall or anywhere near. Your happiness crashes and lulls and your entire face crumples in disbelief—

“Is it really…” you start, like a whisper, “really okay?”

Kenma shifts in his seat. He pulls at the hood of his sweater, opening his mouth before he quickly closes it. He mutely nods, resolute, and you stand up, lunging across the table to grab his hands. Kenma’s face flushes a bright red, his body stiffening in alarm.

“Kenma!” you say. “Kenma! Kenma, you’re a godsend! A guardian angel! My guardian angel! You don’t understand what this means for me—you don’t know what you’re doing for me—”

“(L/n),” Kenma says, he sounds strained. You pause, looking at him with round eyes. “I’m… excited… but I need you…”

Kenma lets out a slow, ragged breath. “Please… tone it down… just a little…”

You tilt your head in confusion. Your eyes drop down, noticing the sweat beading at the corner of Kenma’s temple, at the hard, rigid look in his hazy, warmly golden eyes and…

A soft scent teases your nose. You pause, blinking in disbelief. No way. You’re crazy, right?

“Um, Kenma,” you say, a little nervous. There’s no way, right? “You’re… you’re a… beta, right?”

Even betas could be sensitive to pheromones. You were being too careless right now, you must’ve just been too much and—

Kenma rigidly shakes his head.

You blink, feeling very, very, very small.

“Alpha,” Kenma exhales, holding his hand to his nose, scrunching in on himself while he peers up blearily at you, eyes swimming with something you’ve never seen once in his gaze before. He sticks his wrist out to you. 

“Uh,” you say, hating how nervous you sound. “C-Can… I?”

Kenma wordlessly holds his hand out to you, keeping it in the air. You tentatively step closer for a moment, sniffing lightly. His smell. 

Kenma’s scent is so quiet, it’s no wonder you… you never noticed. It’s become so familiar, always felt so calming and subtle and soothing, but if you look for it the way an omega would, pheromones in tune and acute—you do catch it, just the faint hint of something sharp, the familiar, light tang of alpha and—

You quickly pull back. You open your mouth, close it, open it again, and then close it.

“I’m so sorry—”

“You’re fine,” Kenma says, quick and quiet. You mutely nod, mortified. Kenma motions for you to relax as he stands, grabbing his wallet. “I’m going to take care of the bill. Get… fresh air. I’ll be back—”

“You should let me—”

“You can get the next one,” Kenma says. Something in his words makes you strangely complied to listen, ridiculously docile, and you blink in surprise when you sink back to your knees and Kenma’s eyes seem a little warm, a little—

(Pleased?)

“I’ll be right back.”

“Okay!” you say jovially. Kenma nods, leaving you. You can’t believe it. This is it—this is—

The start of something great.

You hold your head in your hands, unable to contain your happiness.

Oh my god.

You stop, blinking again in realization.

BUT I’VE BEEN SUCH AN IDIOT, HE’S BEEN A—THIS WHOLE TIME—HOW RUDE MUST I HAVE—

You fall back into the cushion, kicking your feet up in disbelief.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid—I better apologize over and over—”

--- (change the chanel) ---

Kenma quietly steps out of the private room, sliding the door shut behind him.

He stands there, silent, basking in the faint afterglow, of the leaking, intoxicating feel of your happiness wrapping thickly around him, clinging to his skin.

Kenma lifts his hand up to his nose. He sniffs, once.

Your scent floods him.

Kenma’s tongue lightly drags up the inside of his wrist. He closes his eyes, briefly catching it—the soft, sweet taste of you against his lips, on his tongue. Kenma waits there, inhaling softly before his eyes slide open, thin, golden slits.

This would be the start of a fairly interesting partnership.

Omegachion has signed off!

Thanks for watching!

[ag3ntl3vi]

Kenma Kozume X Male Reader | “Fighter” | ☁️

I wrote this out of boredom at like, 3AM. 

Word count: 2,345

Trigger Warning: Fighting, cursing, blood. 

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Such bullshit, you thought as a group of violent alphas glared up at you. You clicked your tongue, swinging your prized metal bat off your shoulders, slapping it loudly against your palm. 

"You're such a nuisance," you grumbled.

"Us?! You're the one spreading their pheromones like a whore!" The self-proclaimed 'leader' spat, venom lacing his words. You rolled your eyes, moving your body into a fighting stance. 

"Yeah? But aren't you the shitbag who touched that omega chick without consent?" You lowly growled. The alpha faltered, giving you your answer, before snapping back to reality. "She asked for it! Practically begged! Her scent-!"

"Her scent, what?" You took menacing steps forward, pushing your bat under his chin aggressively. You were relatively tall which made you intimidating along with your mean features but you weren't feared enough to be spared violence due to your second gender, and Omega. You could easily be mistaken for a powerful Alpha from afar. 

You were born with slanted, glaring eyes and a harsh resting bitch face, so you could understand why people tended to avoid you at first glance. 

Your eyes glared with pent up rage as you lifted your bat above your head and brought it down on the shitty alphas shoulder. 

A sickening crack echoed through the empty alleyway, the alpha gasping in pain before another blow from your knee slammed into his chin. He stumbled back onto his ass, gripping his shoulder pathetically.

"Your scent is disgusting," You grimaced, waving your hand in front of your nose.

"Get them, idiots!" He whined loudly. His goons charged you a second later. Swiftly, you dunked under one's metal pipe, kicking his gut and pushing him off his feet. You dropped to the concrete and quickly knocked another's ankles from under him, swinging your bat over your head (hitting someone's chin in the process), and bounced it hard against his soft belly. 

You rolled over but was forced back by a shoe to your cheek. You hissed, looking up before having your silky locks fisted and your face smashed into a hard kneecap. You gasped as blood oozed from your nose.

You forcefully shook off the pain and grabbed your offender's wrist and with a burst of short-lived power, swung him over your head and knocking him out cold against the hard floor. 

You laid there for a hot second, staring up at the baby blue sky. There weren't any clouds, you noticed sadly. 

You were tempted to fall asleep but you were sure when the sad excuses of alphas woke it wouldn't be pleasant for you. 

You knew the scene looked horrible to an unknowing eye, but you couldn't bring yourself to give a single shit. 

You sighed and picked your slightly bloodied weapon up to lazily toss it over your shoulders, walking to the entrance of the alleyway. 

Though, surprisingly, you had bumped into someone. It wasn't your fault you couldn't see him, you had the worst vision. You furrowed your brows internally, you needed to see an eye doctor soon.

The guy you bumped into bristled like a startled cat, taking a short step back as he clutched his Nintendo DS close to his chest. You glared down at him. 

"Ah... Sorry," He muttered, lowering his eyes to the ground. He glanced down the alley at the sound of a pained moan. 

You scowled at the noise, releasing a loud sigh through your nose. 

"No, sorry. I wasn't paying attention." You quietly said. Kenma nodded slowly, looking back to his gaming device, not caring too much about the very obvious fight that had just ensued. 

"You play Animal Crossing?" You asked, recognizing the soft music instantly. 

Though shocked a guy like you knew the game, Kenma nodded again.

"Cool, me too. Give me your name," You said smoothly, though internally you were ecstatic someone else played the game.

That's how you met the pudding haired boy. After exchanging your contact information, you went your separate ways.

You texted Kenma first.

To: Kenma

From: (Y/n)

I want to play COD. Do you have it?"

To: (Y/n)

From: Kenma 

yeah. whats your gamertag?

To: Kenma

From: (Y/n)

DyNaMiTe.

Don't ask.

To: (Y/n)

From: Kenma

I won't. 

Let's play.

To: Kenma

From: (Y/n)

Oh, btw, do you have a mic?

After adding your new friend on the Playstation, you connected to a call and played several rounds of COD before you got bored of slaughtering random enemies. 

"Let's play Mario Kart," You stated. 

"Okay," Came Kenma's short answer. 

You ended up playing until sunrise. You had to admit, the bloodshot eyes and sore muscles were worth it. Kenma was a surprisingly good player and you could say with confidence he was now a gamer buddy. 

More time passed since you met the setter, but he knew deep down it was only a matter of time before he was forced to introduce you to his childhood friend. As of now, he was thankful he told him very little about his newfound friend.

The more you hung out with Kenma at school the more open he became, giving you longer answers rather than his short, to the point ones. Sometimes he'd call you randomly at night requesting you play Animal Crossing with him and everyone else had gone to sleep. 

It was a lie. Kenma didn't have any other friends, but he wouldn't admit that anytime soon. He had to go when a loud voice called for him to get his ass to bed, though you weren't sure who it was. Maybe his dad? But he sounded young. You shrugged it off, it wasn't your business anyway. 

A week later you and Kenma sat on the roof of the school. You took a large bite out of a thick sandwich layered with meat and cheese. Kenma favored a neat bento his mother made him the night before. Occasionally, you'd glance at his teriyaki and whine. It took a while but the blonde finally gave in, holding a ball of meat in between his chopsticks towards you. 

"You wanted one, right?" He muttered, avoiding eye contact. You grinned and sloppily took it from him, thanking him as you chewed. Kenma grimaced and wiped at the corner of your mouth with a napkin. 

"Don't talk with your mouth full, idiot.." He whispered.

Aw, look! He's being nice~ Your inner Omega swooned. You pushed down a blush, though Kenma could've sworn he saw a thin layer of pink dusting your cheeks, though he couldn't tell due to a large bruise. He brushed it off. 

More time passe. As the days increased so did the bruises, cuts, and even a few stitches. Kenma had noticed you being pulled out of class through the window of his classroom but never really questioned it, assuming you were skipping with your friends.

He couldn't have been more wrong. 

"You're fucking joking," You muttered, staring at that shitty alpha from a few months ago standing in front of your classroom. He had innocently claimed his teacher needed to talk to you, something about your grandma's passing or some bullshit excuse. Your grandmother had been dead for three years. 

"Come along now, (Y/n)," He whimpered sadly, patting your shoulder. "You wouldn't want anything bad happening to your little blonde pal, would you?" He whispered dangerously in your ear. You allowed him to lead you out of the classroom.

You glared, growling. "You're bluffing," You accused, crossing your arms across your chest. 

He raised a brow. "Am I? I have a buddy in his classroom, all I have to do is get him to bring your pal out. He doesn't look like a very strong alpha..." he trailed off, a sick grin pulling at his cheeks.

You cursed under your breath, an image of Kenma's small, shy smile crossing your mind. No way in hell would you let this dickbag of an alpha touch what's yours.

Mine.  Your Omega growled loudly. 

 Ours, You thought back. 

You would protect him all you could.

After school Kenma went to volleyball practice, per normal, but you weren't waiting for him when he left his classroom. Normally you would pick him up and walk him to the gym then wait on the side of the gates where Kenma would make up an excuse to walk home with you instead of Kuroo. 

He furrowed his brows, confused. He checked the bathrooms on his way to the gym, not seeing you. Did you get sick? He made a quick stop at the nurse's office, asking if you had gone home. She shook her head, claiming nobody had gone home today. 

As nervous as he was, he made his way to the volleyball court, changing into his proper shoes. As little as he normally played, he couldn't get his mind off you. He had a sinking feeling something was very wrong. 

As much as he didn't want to admit it, he had started to develop feelings for the taller Omega. He had denied it for a while, but he had soon come to terms with it. What was the point in acting like they weren't there? It would be there anyway. He couldn't act like his heart didn't start to pound in his chest every time he saw you or how worried and protective he felt when he saw a new bruise or cut on your body.  He felt butterflies when you laughed at your victories in first-person shooter games or that childish grin you got when he caved and let you have his teriyaki at lunch. 

"Kenma!" Kuroo called, jogging over. Kenma hummed, looking up at the raven. 

"Are you alright? You're more out of it than usual," Kuroo asked, his brows knitting together worriedly. The blonde bit his lip, looking down, to the left and right before meeting his gaze again. 

"You.. Know that guy I told you about?" He muttered.

Kuroo raised his eyebrows. "The one you're madly in love-" Kenma yelped, slapping his hands over his mouth quickly, his face exploding into a red blush. "Sh!" he hissed. 

Kuroo smirked behind his friend's hands, giving them a wet lick. Kenma gagged, jerking his hands away and wiping them violently on the rooster haired male's black shirt. "Gross..." He whined.

Kruoo laughed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know the guy. What bout him?" 

The setter sighed, voicing his concern. "He wasn't here today to get me," He started. "He didn't text me he was leaving and it looks like he's getting.. hurt more often." His voice dipped into a whisper as worries and anxieties flooded his brain. Something wasn't right, he just knew it.

Kuroo hummed, tapping his finger on his chin. "Have you asked him?" Kenma shook his head. "You should," Kuroo gave him a long stare. "I don't see why you haven't." 

Kenma opened his mouth, then closed it. "I don't know." He said. "Somethings wrong," He looked down, shuffling his feet. "Really wrong. With him."

An overbearing scent caught his attention. Faintly he smelt the omega's natural scent, pine, and fresh campfire. 

"Find him," Kuroo smiled. "I think there's something between you two, more than a bro-bro relationship." He teased. Kenma blushed, wasting no time in changing into his outdoor shoes and Volleyball jacket before he bolted out the door. He zipped the red jacket up to his chin and smelt the cold air, searching for his crush's scent.

He ran to the gates of the school and made his way to the empty park. It was concealed by the thick forest and thicket, but the unmistakable smell of him. 

He pushed through the thorns and sniffed the air. His smell was strong, he was close. A heavy feeling of anxiety and excitement settled in the pit of his stomach as he broke through the bushes. 

Kenma's golden eyes caught sight of a figure hunched over in a swing and he jogged over.

"(Y/n)?" He asked. You flinched at his voice, as comforting as it may have been to you, you lowered your head, your hair blocking your face.

Kenma's nose picked up on a dreadful, and disgusting scent. Blood.

"(Y/n), what happened?" He lowered himself to the dirt, looking under your bangs. "Please, look at me.." he muttered, reaching up to brush the hair away from your face.

You sniffed and looked up, tears brimming your narrowed eyes as blood dribbled down your face from a large cut across your temple, your nose, and busted lip. Your knuckles were a bright red, dotting with blood. A tear slid down your cheek and you hurriedly wiped it away, jerking your head aside.

"It's nothing," You growled. Kenma narrowed his eyes, standing up.

"It's not." He said. 

"It's nothing, Kenma." You whispered, smearing the blood across your face when you rubbed your sore nose. "Just a stupid fight." 

"(Y/n), talk to me," Kenma muttered, glaring down at your hunched form. "I can't help if you don't fucking talk to me, you know." You winced at the harsh curse. The shorter one didn't cuss often, only at games when he lost a hard round or when he was pissed. 

"I said it's nothing, drop it." You hissed, your (e/c) orbs piercing into his honey eyes. He held your stare sternly. 

You caved. 

"Someone threatened to hurt you if they didn't get revenge. They wanted a punching bag for a while. In exchange, they'd leave you alone. Satisfied?" You huffed childishly.

Kenma gaped at you. 

Had you really gone and got yourself beat to a pathetic lump all so he was spared a little pushing around? 

When he didn't answer you took a breath. 

"I'd rather be a human punching bag than allow the guy I love to get hurt," You grumbled, holding your breath. Yeah, fuck you, you knew what you were saying. You were low enough and if the setter didn't return your feelings the internally bruising would heal with your external cuts. 

"The guy you love?" Kenma whispered. "You... Love me?" he stared at you, slightly wide-eyed. You nodded stiffly. 

"Me too."

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[kookie-doughs]

If it is striked it isn’t published yet :) Do take note that I am very bad at writing and be warned. So you wouldn’t be surprised of my… synopsis My story my rules

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ONE SHOT AILSE

A multi-fandom one shot collection I write. I’m not sure if they’re good but I really want to try writing one-shots aight lezgo

OC FIC AILSE

A collection of my OC fics probably going to be xReaders. I hope you’ll enjoy them and IDK. Meet them Here and Here !!!

Beta Tester

Haikyuu!! Fanfiction Kozume Kenma X Reader Social Media AU; Written -Y/N L/N is a popular mangaka.

Status: Completed;

Published On: January 14, 2021 - April 25, 2021

My setter

Haikyuu Fanfiction Kenma Kozume X Reader Social Media AU; Written -Initially published in Wattpad as: Red Flag Y/N’s life revolved in volleyball with her being related to some of the biggest volleyball players. Not only that but, everyone she’s related with happens to be setters. Unfortunately she wasn’t blessed with a setter’s precision… but with a spiker’s power.

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Let Me Try Acting

Haikyuu Fanfiction Lev Haiba X Reader Social Media AU; Written -Actress Y/N L/N seen out with model Lev Haiba!

Status: Completed;

Published On: January 26, 2021 - July 1, 2021;

Can I Meet Her?

Haikyuu Fanfiction Kuroo Tetsuro X Reader Social Media AU; Written -The biggest faceless streamer SandOnMyToes finally plays with Kodzuken.

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Your Voice

Haikyuu Fanfiction Oikawa Tooru X Reader Social Media AU; Written; Soulmate AU -In a world where only a few people has a soulmate, and they are burdened with a disability until they meet their other half.

Status: Completed;

Published On: July 11, 2021 - March 11, 2023;

Happy Meal

Boku No Hero Fanfiction Hawks / Keigo Takami X Reader Written; Social Media AU;

-As a young mother Y/N had no idea what to do when the number 2 hero had taken the last happy meal that her son so desperately want.

Status: Completed;

Published On: May 9, 2021 - July 10, 2023;

Maybe Hero

Boku No Hero Fanfiction Hawks / Keigo Takami X Reader Social Media AU; Written -Y/N L/N a UA’s 1st year Department of Support was mistaken by the No. 2 hero as a hero.

Warning: Age-gap UwU

Status: On going; Uploads: Wednesday;

Published On: Oct 18, 2023

Forbidden

Boku No Hero Fanfiction Shota Aizawa X Reader Social Media AU; Soulmate AU; Written -When either of the couple reach the age of 18 you receive a soulmate indicator, and to your family’s surprise you get yours at the age of 4.

Warning: Age-gap UwU

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Thoughts

Boku No Hero Fanfiction Shigaraki Tomura X Reader Written; Social Media AU; -Working at the cafe meant you had to interact with a lot of people. Which made controlling your quirk harder.

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Heat

Boku No Hero Fanfiction Katsuki Bakugou X Reader X Eijiro Kirishima Social Media AU; ABO AU; Written -A dangerous power had been given to Y/N L/N. The power to control all there is to control in the secondary genders.

Warning: Poly; Sexual Themes(?) UwU

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Marked

Attack On Titan Fanfiction Levi Ackerman X Reader ABO AU; Soulmate AU(?); Written -The whole world went in panic when THE Levi Ackerman, the most renowned alpha was marked by an unknown omega.

Warning: Sexual Themes(?) UwU

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

A Fight Worth Dying For

Attack On Titan Fanfiction Levi Ackerman X Reader Written -Scouting Legion had always risked their lives for Eren the moment he came to being “Humanity’s hope”. Everyone. Everyone but one person.

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Hospital Visit

One Piece Fanfiction Tralfagar D Water Law X Reader Modern AU; Social Media AU; Written -Having been severely injured Y/N had to visit the hospital.

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Again And Again

One Piece Fanfiction Portgas D Ace X Reader Written; -Amatsuki Y/N decided to stay in the future without her sister upon meeting a friend’s son.

Status: Completed

Published On: August 4, 2023 - December 9, 2023

Beauty And The Beast

One Piece Fanfiction Charlotte Katakuri X Reader Written; -Aspiring to be part of the WCI 31, Y/N pursued her dreams

Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Evermore

One Piece Fanfiction Dracule Mihawk X Reader Written; -Your evermore with Mihawk is a story to be told

Status: Ongoing; Uploads: Friday

Published On: January 26, 2024;

Daddy Cupid

One Piece Fanfiction Various Male X Reader Modern AU; Written; -When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.

Status: Ongoing; Uploads: Monday

Published On: October 9, 2023;

That One Pirate

One Piece Fanfiction Supernova Trio (Monkey D Luffy; Trafalgar D Water Law; Eustass Kid) X Reader Written -It was known that Big Mom marries her children for deals.

Warning: Poly UwU

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

His Haven

Death Note Fanfiction L Lawliet X Reader Written; Soulmate AU; -She was his haven. She was the only one. His only one. The one person to carry his name.

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

God

One Punch Man Fanfiction Flashy Flash X Zombie Man X Watchdog Man X Reader Written; Social Media AU;

-A warning came. That a 22 year old unemployed woman from Z-City would cause the first God Disaster Level.

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Who Are You?

Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction Fushiguro Megumi X Reader Social Media AU; Written -Wasuke Itadori had adopted a child. YN LN was Yuuji’s aunt… despite him being only a year younger.

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Cursed

Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction Ryomen Sukuna X Reader Written; Social Media AU -With the curses awakening due to Sukuna’s revival, something else had awoken.

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

The Rumored Shaman

Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction Gojo Satoru X Reader Written; Social Media AU -Rumor has it that there’s a powerful special grade sorcerer, second only to Gojo Satoru. Y/N, no one knows much about her, except one person, her dear husband who happens to be Gojo Satoru. But no one needs to know that.

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Look At Me

Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction Gojo Satoru X Reader Soulmate AU; Written; Social Media AU;

-You can’t see the color of whatever your soulmate’s eyes’ color is until you’ve locked eyes. And you’ve never had the chance to appreciate the beauty of skies and sea.

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Buy One Take One

Mairimashita! Iruma-Kun Fanfiction Alice Asmodeus X Reader Written; Social Media AU -Suzuki Iruma and his sister was sold to a demon… Well Iruma was, Sukzuki YN, his sister, just couldn’t leave his disaster of a brother alone. So the lucky demon got a buy-one-take-one promo.

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Not So Bad

Ore Monogatari Fanfiction Sunakawa Makoto X Reader Written; Social Media AU -Y/N L/N tends to like people who others call “ugly” and Gouda Takeo fits right in her types.

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

My Hero

Solo Leveling Fanfiction Sung Jin-Woo X Reader Written; Social Media AU -Hunter Sung Jin-Woo saved a girl. She fell in love with him.

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Memories

The Beginning After The End Fanfiction Arthur Leywin X Reader Written; -Arthur knew her the moment he saw her. He knew it was her, his late wife in the past life. It was N/N, But that wasn’t… right. She wasn’t her, she was Y/N.

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Well Then I’m Superman

Marvel Fanfiction Peter Parker X Reader Written -Peter Parker mistakenly confessed he was Spiderman only to be made fun of. Now he wants to subtly prove it.

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Who’s Who?

Harry Potter Fanfiction George Weasley X Reader X Fred Weasley Written -Y/N L/N accidentally confesses to the wrong Weasley twin.

Warning: Poly UwU

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

My Bad

Harry Potter Fanfiction George Weasley X Reader Written -In which Y/N L/N mistakenly called George “Fred” and never had she gotten away from it.

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Mudblood

Harry Potter Fanfiction Draco Malfoy X Reader Written -Y/N L/N is a muggle-born. And a certain bleach-blond baby decided their father deserves to hear about you.

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Dear Diary

Harry Potter Fanfiction Tom Riddle X Reader Written -A family heirloom passed down to your family comes to you. Entasked to protect and never open, curiosity has bested the cat.

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

What’s Wrong With The Slytherins?

Harry Potter Fanfiction Slytherin Gang (Mattheo Riddle, Tom Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Lorenzo Beckshire, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini) X Reader Social Media AU; Written -Y/N L/N accidentally gets invited in a group chat.

Warning: Poly UwU

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

The Attention

Harry Potter Fanfiction Slytherin Gang (Mattheo Riddle, Tom Riddle, Regulus Black, Serverus Snape) X Reader Written -What is.it about you that garners their attention. 

Warning: Possibly Poly UwU

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Eyes Of The Heir

Harry Potter Fanfiction Riddles Brothers (Mattheo Riddle, Tom Riddle) X Reader Written -One is feared the other adored. Yet neither of them can seem to get your attention.

Warning: Possibly Poly UwU

Status: Draft; Uploads: Unknown

Published On: Not Yet;

Y/N L/N And The Halfbloods

Percy Jackson Fanfiction Percy Jackson X Reader Written

Book 1;

Published On: January 13, 2021 - June 27, 2021;

Book 2;

Published on: July 10, 2022

Book 3; Book 4; Book 5

-Initially published in Wattpad: Y/N L/N And The Halfbloods I lost the other books and I only have book 3, 4 and 5 left :) At the age of 12 Y/N L/N’s life changed drastically.

Status: Ongoing; Uploads: No Specific Schedule :(

If anyone wants to request uhm… you should do the thing in my dash… yeah. I could publish them if requested. But if not I would finish the ones I currently have first before publishing another…

[morimallow]

M. List — Solo Characters — Nekoma

Morisuke Yaku

Yaku Morisuke Takes Care of You

Morisuke is a Nerd [1: Challenger, 2: Until We Meet Again, 3: Reunion and United]

Late Night Text

I Want To Fuck You

Med Student Morisuke x Law Student Reader

I'm Home (Alpha!Yaku x Omega!Reader)

Shh, Let Me Do It (soft sex with injured Yaku)

That Doesn't Make You Any Less of a Woman (smut, fluff, and comfort?)

Thank You (comfort fic, my POV)

DILF Yaku drabble (?)

Kuroo Tetsuro

Caution: Slippery When Wet (GN! Reader — oral giving)

Kenma Kozume

Sleepyhead S/O (GN!Reader)

Gamer S/O (GN!Reader)

[sugamamacustard]

✨Daddy cats✨

Pairing: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo X Omega! Reader X Alpha! Kenma Kozume

Genre: Fluff, little bit of NSFW

Request: Congrats on 1000 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎊🎊🎊Can I request poly alpha Kenma and Alpha Kuroo with omega reader?? Anything works

Summary: What's life like with not one but two alphas at your beck and call?

Author’s Note:  Thanks! And you absolutely can! Please give me some feedback as it's been a while! Do you guys wanna hear my hypothesis as to why Langa is from Alberta?

Requests: Closed!

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NSFW Warning: Mentions of Heats/Ruts, Fem! Reader, Use of the name ’Kitten’, spit roasting . AGED UP! Kenma is still mean.

Tetsuro Kuroo & Kenma Kozume

➵Wow what do I even write lmao- its been so long

➵Anyway, sorry let me try to get back in this.

➵ So, Kuroo and Kenma.

➵ Let's talk about Kuroo's role first.

➵ He is the alpha of your group, despite the fact that both of your boys are alphas.

➵ He holds the power over both you and Kenma.

➵ He makes sure you both eat and sleep and hydrate and takes care of you both.

➵ When your heat comes around, he's the one behind the scenes filling water jugs and making small snacks and packing quick meals while Kenma takes you to buy more blankets and pillows.

➵ When Kenma's rut comes around, he's also packing quick and easy meals, ones that are fast to reheat and give lots of Energy since Kenma both bottoms and tops during his rut.

➵ Tetsuro takes shifts with you during Kenma's ruts, both so you can have a break (Since Kenma's ruts seem to fall right after your heats) and so he can do more prep.

➵During his rut, he makes meals beforehand for both of you (Easy things like sandwiches and salads) and makes sure to stay sentient enough to make sure both you and Kenma have breaks in between.

➵ He's a pretty lenient alpha too. While he doesn't really want you in the kitchen but he won't stop you. The only person truly banned from the kitchen is Kenma.

➵And Bokuto but that's...that's unrelated.

➵ Well not completely just a different story.

➵ Anyway onto Kenma!

➵ Kenma is perfectly okay with being a switch.

➵ He prefers it actually.

➵ Because he honestly doesn't have the time to care for two partners plus his plethora of jobs, classes and everything else he has to do.

➵ HOWEVER that doesn't mean he won't do everything in his power to help you and Tetsuro out when you need it.

➵ He just...would prefer it if someone like Tetsuro was in charge ya know? Less pressure to be right all the time in a way

➵ Author Chan is desperately trying to not make this sound horrid.

➵ ANYWAY-

➵Where do you fall into this, gorgeous?

➵ You are the glue that holds everyone together. When the boys need a mutual party or just a break, you are always there.

➵ Its a nice power balance.

➵Anyway, when your heat hits both boys are there for you.

➵ They also take shifts.

➵ While one works, the other helps you with food, eating, drinking, sex.

➵ That is however unless one or both of them fall into a rut.

➵ Then uhm...

NSFW HEADCANONS

➵ Let's see if I still got it in me lmao

➵Now, let hypothesize for a minute. Wrinkly brains.

➵ Both of your boys are in a rut and your in the deep confines of heat

➵ How does this go down.

You can barely think straight.

You can barely think.

You can just feel. Feel your throat constrict around Kenma's cock as it prods the back of your throat. You've gagged on it more than enough times in the past to have trained yourself to breath steadily through your nose, pressing your thumb to the inside of your palm. Drool still drips down your throat, nothing you can do to prevent that, but as you strain yourself to look up at your dual-toned alpha, you know it's worth it.

You pussy squelches as Tetsuro yanks your hips back in time with his thrusts, panting heavily above you. It's probably too hot in the room for much thought, if you could form a coherent thought at least. But you can't. You can only focus on their alternating thrusts. Kenma's bruising pace against the back of your throat, while Tetsuro pulls back only for it to shift into Tetsuro pounding into you, balls slapping against your clit as Kenma gives you a slim moment of relief.

You can feel your limbs scream at you from your place on your hands and knees, even if it's at a constant battle with the building knots at the base of your tummy. One that had slick constantly dripping down your thighs as you grew closer and closer to your sweet release.

Talented fingers dance dangerously close to your clit before delving into quick, rough circles; you become immensely aware of the warm body leaning down onto your back.

Tetsuro nibbles on the very shell of your ear before chuckling huskily.

"Look at our beautiful kitten, so perfect." He laughs before Kenma's grunt cuts him off. "Perfect little whore."

"No. Let's not be mean Kenma." Tetsuro's blazing iris' gleams as he looks ups to his fellow alpha, sitting up and easily pulling the smaller alpha into a searing kiss.

"After all, if our pretty omega is a whore, what'll that make you?"

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