#hasanabi x fem reader

[mystic-writings]

request: Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn’t help but steal it for female!reader x hasan xxx

i've been thinking about this a lot recently ngl i don't know how i haven't written it yet so thank you for the request anon ily | also it does get like. a tad bit steamy toward the end but it's just making out tbh

his clothes | hasanabi x fem!reader | ~850 words

There were many perks to having a giant for a boyfriend. Being easily lifted from the ground for no reason was one of your favourites, and so was the fact that when you cuddled, Hasan either squished you completely or his arms secured you to his chest with a firm comfort you’d never experienced. But the best one was his clothes. 

Hasan was a fashionable guy, but he did own a fair share of t-shirts and hoodies. A lot of them were his merch designs, or things he’s owned forever, but somehow, all of them were extremely comfortable when you wore them. 

Since Hasan streamed so frequently, and you normally didn’t have much to do, you’d resort to getting things done around the house to keep yourself from going crazy. So far, you cleaned the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher with last night’s dinner mess, and cleaned the living room and the bedrooms. Quickly, you took Kaya outside to pee and fed her lunch, scratching the top of her head before going to the laundry room to tackle the load you put in the dryer this morning. 

It was all a mix of yours and Hasan’s clothes, since you sorted all of it by colours, whites, and darks. Staring into the basket of clothes you pulled out and were now folding was like looking into an abyss. Most of it was yours, leggings and hoodies and socks. But a few items were your boyfriends. Including his himbo gym shirt. Even just holding it up to fold it, you could tell it was huge. 

Then, an idea sprouted in your mind, one that you couldn’t resist. Peeling off the shirt you were wearing, you threw on the one in your hands. Instantly, you were swimming in it, the hem of it nearly reaching your mid-thigh. If you chose to wear shorts instead of black leggings this morning, they wouldn’t have been visible under the shirt. 

After that, you continued with laundry, folding it and bringing it all upstairs to put it away. Once it was done, you took some time to decompress with Kaya, watching tv with her head on your lap, sleeping peacefully. Faintly, you could hear Hasan shouting upstairs; whether he was grilling chat or yelling about whatever he was covering, you didn’t know. It quieted just as you headed to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. 

Checking your watch as you unscrewed the cap, you realised that Hasan was probably taking the ad break. And as if your thoughts summoned him, you could hear his footsteps clamouring down the stairs, headed right to you. 

“Babe, do we have any more of those chocolate protein bars left? I’m starving-” he stopped himself short at the sight of you, practically drowning in his shirt. 

You smiled at him, screwing the cap back on your water bottle. “We should, I saw some in the cupboard last night.” When you noticed Hasan still staring at you, your smile widened. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just-” Hasan seemed to shake out of his stupor. “God, you look amazing in my shirt.”

You giggled as he approached you, hands instinctively resting on your hips as he pulled you closer, towering over you. “I was doing the laundry and it just looked so much more comfortable than the one I was wearing,”

Hasan sighed and leaned into you, forehead resting on the top of yours as his eyes shut. “God, I love you. You know that?”

“I think I do. Might need some reminding, though.” You spoke quietly, keeping the words between the two of you, as if anyone else could hear. 

Hasan was quick with his actions, instantly capturing your lips with his. There was no denying the passion and love he poured into the kiss, which quickly turned into peppering kisses all over your cheeks and jaw. With his hands still on your hips, Hasan guided you to the counter, pinning you there gently as his lips travelled to your neck and your hands into his hair. 

You often treasured moments like these, when Hasan wasn’t afraid to show his love for you in any capacity. Even if the moments happened often. 

But it didn’t take long for you to remember what he was supposed to be doing instead of this. Tugging his hair, you brought Hasan’s lips back to yours, muttering between kisses. “As much as I love this, and I really do, aren’t you supposed to be streaming?”

He groaned between kisses, unwilling to go back to his office to actually work. “I know, I know.” 

Slowly, he pulled away from you, and you stifled your giggles at his appearance. Still, he reached into the cupboard behind you for a protein bar and watched him jog his way back to his streaming room. 

The chat surely bullied him for his flushed cheeks, his swollen lips, and dishevelled hair. There was no doubt, though, that Hasan would have better comebacks than they did. And to him, it was entirely worth the few extra minutes he kept his chat waiting.

[fearandyaoi]

Dating Hasanabi headcanons (Hasan Piker x fem reader)

• He leaves you for a man

[rafeshow]

Part 2 of just for clicks 🥺😩🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 please

just for clicks .. pt. 2

hasanabi x fem!streamer!reader

tags : probably extremely out of character hasan (it’s been a minute since i’ve watched a stream pls let me live), use of y/n, angst, comfort, tension?, english isnt my first language, probably lots of inconsistency’s and errors.. lmk if i missed any tags !

a/n : heyyy ppl.. sososososo sorry for how long this has taken !! i’ve been very busy in my personal life and i’ve had extreme writers block, and no motivation to write for men tbh LMAOO. if you have any requests for fem streamer fanfics send them my way ig 😭. all that to say, again; im so terribly sorry for the delay with this fic. sorry if it’s awful, i’ve been writing it on and off for MONTHSSS. read part one here.

You awoke around 3AM to a gentle knock at your apartment door. The current ‘situation’ Hasan had sprung the two of you into only mere hours ago had easily kept you up; having only been asleep for about 10 minutes at this point. It was like clockwork watching it play out; first the clips, then the comments against Hasan, followed by the people running to his defense, and of course the few content creators (who probably didnt meet him more than once) insisting they ‘always knew something was off about him’. It had been hours since it blew up, and other than responding to the few initial texts from your friends informing you of the situation, you had gone completely radio silent.

The saddest part was you werent even upset. Rather the opposite, your brain jumped through hoops trying to rationalize it. He just said it in the heat of the moment, he didnt mean it the way it came off, he was just defending himself, he just wanted to make his feelings clear. But of course, the rationalizing thoughts can only do so much to block out the harmful ones; you just really over-thought the way the two of you acted, it was never like that, you made it weird, its your fault.

But honestly, what else could you do? Sitting and ‘rotting’ (for lack of a better word) in bed was much more appealing than the other options. Yes you could hop online and defend yourself, be mad about it, say how gross it was for him to insinuate you'd do anything for views, talk about how weird it is for him to get that pressed over a fan video. Or, you could always flee and take the sad victim side, let all your friends do the talking for you, leave little comments like ‘i didnt know he thought of me that way’ and profusely apologize. But none of that would be you being honest. Of course you wanted to defend yourself, of course you were sad and beating yourself up about it, but you wanted nothing more than to just sit and wallow in it for a while. Avoid the inevitable for as long as possible.

Your friends had all been bombarding you with messages and calls, but your phone was long past muted and set aside. Before going awol you left most of them with a brief ‘im going to sleep it off’ message, but judging by the still persistent notifications, youd assume that didn't ease their minds at all.

Youd been aimlessly watching a show for a few hours at this point, lulling in and out of sleep and tuning out the sound of your phone for the most part. The sudden knock at your door was a change in pace though, the sound snapping you out of the static and fog buzzing around in your head. No, the idea of one of your friends driving over to check on you wasn't all that out of the question. You lived just outside of L.A, far enough from most of your friends to feel like a nuisance asking anybody to drive to come visit you, but not far enough where you couldn't justify driving there yourself. You sat up, adjusting your loose sweatpants where they hung low on your hips. After a bit of quick process of elimination, you figured it was QT; one of your closer (and most considerate) friends. Because of this, you opted not to throw a shirt on to cover yourself, clad in a just a comfortable sports bra.

You shuffled your way over to the door, throwing on the best smile you could manage before twisting the knob and opening it. You were surprised when you had to adjust your eyes upwards, the figure at your door towering over where QT would normally reside. As you took him in, it didnt take long for an exhausted sigh to leave you. It was Hasan. There he stood, still sporting his typical tall and broodingly aloof aesthetic, even despite being moderately hunched over and with concern etched in every inch of his stature. You couldnt help but notice how unsure he looked. Anxious. No, Hasan wasnt always the most outgoing and ‘go-lucky’ guy, but he looked almost pained as you met his eyes; his clothes twisted in ways that made you guess hed been fidgeting with them, his nail polish chipped away on most fingers, the way he took an almost comically large step back as soon as you opened the door.

“Can we talk?” He said, his voice a harsh change in the silence you didnt realize was resting between the two of you. “You can say no of course-” He rushed out, only his fingers flaring out in emphasis opposed to his usual hand movements, almost as if he was afraid hed startle you.

“Yea, sure.” You sighed out, hardly even mentally present in the moment. You rubbed at your eyes as you held the door open, leaving plenty of space for him to walk in. He took you up on the invitation, albeit looking incredibly unsure whilst doing so.

He padded into your apartment painfully slow before quickly snapping his eyes to you, almost as if waiting for permission to do something. For you to give him instruction. You didn't even look at him though, instead grumbling your way over to your previous home on the sofa, tugging your blanket to one end and leaving plenty of room for him on the other. He waited till you’d sat down to follow, trying his best to gently take a seat at his appointed spot on the couch.

“How’d you get my address?” You said plainly, opting to just stare into the tv as it lowly played some random show. He’d never been there before. You honestly didnt care, whatever his answer was. You just hoped it would spring him into getting the daunting conversation over with.

“Austin.” He breathed out, sounding even tenser than he looked. “He gave it to me so I could send you something for the podcast a while ago.” He pausued, but continued; “Im sorry, I know how fucking weird it is for me to just show up but I couldnt just sit there and-” He took a breath, and you could practically taste the oncoming ramble. “You wouldnt answer anybody, and you totally have the right to do that obviously but I couldnt just sit with myself not knowing what was going on.. I started driving here before I even thought it through, which is totally my bad.. but I couldn’t just go all the way back without even checking in.. -And I know my feelings are irrelevant in this and its about you I just-”

“Hasan stop.” You turned to him, trying and failing not to look as sympathetic as you did. “I dont-.. it’s fine, okay? I mean obviously it’s not fine, but we’ll get over it. Im sure you didn't mean what you said, or at least not like that- you know- it's whatever, okay?” You practically hushed the words out, opting for the soothing approach and acting way more casual about the situation than you felt. You threw in a horribly farse reassuring smile at the end, hoping to solidify your words.

“You really didnt need to come all this way, I wouldve answered in the morning. I was just sleeping.” You added, and you saw the way his face ticked. He knew you were lying, but he was definitely not going to pry, whether about the lack of sleep or your want to brush things off. He persisted for himself though;

“It’s not fine, y/n. Im not shoving this shit under the rug, it’s going to eat me alive.” He said, his voice switching between frustration, desperation, and forced softness. You could see the way he struggled with his words, trying so hard not to talk about the way he feels (and failing miserably at it). The way a ping of regret would flash over him after every word he spoke. His eyes flickered back and forth from boring into you and staring off into the abyss of meddled emotions he’d created for himself.

“I’ll just lay it out how it is, okay? It was beyond messed up for me to insinuate you’d maliciously do something.. Like that stuff, for views, okay? Especially when I was doing that.. shit to you too. I shouldve never said that, or even thought it for that matter. I was just- frustrated, okay? Thats not me justifying it or anything, I just wanted you to like, know that-”

“Hasan.” You cut him off, this time sitting up and reaching to put a hand on his knee. You swear you could feel his leg flex under your touch. You stopped for a moment, searching his face for answers to questions you couldn't compute.

“What is so frustrating?” Is the question you somehow managed to compose. You don’t know the answer you wanted. It was an open ended question, he could take the side that you secretly hoped he would; that it was the fans. The overwhelming shipping and attention your relationship got from the fans was suffocating to him, and that he didn’t feel the way they portrayed him to feel about you. Or he could take the side that scared you. That he felt exactly the way everyone was portraying it, and them rubbing his own feelings in his face before he even had a chance to do anything about them himself was driving him crazy. Instead, the two of you sat in silence, and it wasnt uncomfortable. The air almost felt thick around the two of you, a comfortable fog, but something in it possessed you to add a gentle squeeze to his leg with emphasis. And you definitely felt him twitch this time.

“Tell me i'm not the only one who's feeling this way.” He finally muttered, and suddenly the feeling of his gaze hit you like a ton of bricks. You almost wanted to cower away with the way his eyes bored into yours, almost needy, the look feeling even more pleading than the words he'd said.

You knew what you wanted to say, but how could you possibly admit to it? Through this whole situation, you’d been not only so terribly irked at him, but also so frustrated with yourself. How could you admit that you too had been feeling the same way, and you hadn’t done anything about it either? You’d be admitting that the ripples throughout the fandom and now the controversy had been from your actions (or lack there of) too. You’d already been beating yourself up about it all day. What answer did he truly want? If you admitted to him that you too felt the same way, would he be greatful or mad? If you lied and said you didn’t feel the same way, what good or bad would it do? It could wreck him, he’d beat himself up beyond belief, the fact that he not only projected his unreciprocated feelings onto you but also gotten mad over it live. All of it being his fault. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself. But you didn’t know which was worse, seeing him mad at you, or seeing him sad. You could only hope for the best, before the words spilled out of your mouth;

“Hasan of course I feel the same way.” A frown etched into your face, and you continued before he even had a chance to react; “I’m so so sorry I hadn’t done anything about it sooner either, I just beat myself up about it until I couldn’t-“ you withdrew your hand from his knee, shaking your hands, looking for the words you couldn’t form yourself. “ -I couldn’t tell how I was even feeling about it anymore..? I used to be so upset that you hadn’t done anything, I thought you were toying with me. I mean.. I tried making it obvious that I liked you so that you’d do something if you felt the same way but you never did so I convinced myself that you didn’t-“

“Hey, Hey,” He cut me off, and it was only then that i’d realized how close he’d moved to me during my rant. His leg rubbed against mine where I sat criss cross in the corner of the couch. His frame leaned over mine as he gave his best attempt at shrinking down to aid me. His eyes scattered across my face as his large hand cupped my cheek, hurriedly wiping at tears that I didn’t even notice were falling. It was only then that I finally realized the sound of my hurried breaths, the air practically huffing out of me. He looked frantic, broken, even though that’s exactly what I didn’t want. He pulled me close to his chest, i’m sure not only to sooth me, but also because he couldn’t bare to look at my tear stricken face anymore. I gripped onto his shirt, not even knowing I needed to cry this bad.

He didn’t say anything at first. I felt him pressing kisses into the crown of my head, and I couldn’t tell which one of us needed them more. He held me tight and close, all of his previous worries of hurting me more and being gentle replaced by the need to comfort. It was unspoken how much we’d both wanted to hold each other over the last few months, whether like this or otherwise, and after all our emotions boiling over, I think this was exactly what we needed.

We sat there in the silence for a long time. The humming of the tv still echoing through my flat, and the now present thumping of Hasans heartbeat against my ear was beyond peaceful. Of course, we’d pull ourselves together soon and have a realistic conversation, but for now, this was perfect.

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

i have a request for M. Kenma! may i ask for headcanons on Hasan introducing his gf on stream? how chat would react, ect ect

i hope it's not much trouble! 💖

Hasan introducing his gf on stream

Hasanabi x fem reader Requested by: anon Proofread: Nope Music: Nintendo music to play on stream Warnings: None really, just some casual dumb hate comments and fluff Author's Note: Anon this is such a cute idea! -Mod Kenma

Firstly, I think Hasan would be nervous

You're already not too in the public eye with him besides a few photos and stories

He's worried that the not so nice people who attack him over dumb shit will attack you too

You'll have to convince him that you're tough and the words of someone with 7 followers on Twitter won't hurt you

The stream is more of a casual one (if you can call any Hasan stream casual) and he tells chat ahead of time to be on their best behavior

He hits that it's you that'll be there with him but doesn't give an answer (he frustrates the hell out of chat)

So you show up on stream and chat goes wild

It's "OMG FEMALE" and things similar

It makes you laugh and Hasan say that women have been on his stream before

Anyways, after all the memes, chat begins to ask you a bunch of questions

Some of them are actually really good ones about yourself and what you like while others are just dumb

There are some sexual comments or people just hating on you because you're with Hasan but those people are blocked quickly

Chat BEGS you to expose Hasan and you do lol

You tell stories about his dumb himbo moments and embarrass your boyfriend

During the stream, you two do some reacting to the usual J Aubrey or true crime

If you don't understand something, Hasan and chat will explain it to you and if he doesn't know something, you do the same

Chat really likes you and always wants you on stream now

Sometimes you'll bring Hasan a snack or a drink

If you're interested in what he watches or what he's doing enough, you'll stand or sit behind him and watch what's going on

[rafeshow]

where a fan made an 10 minute video with a compilation of hasan and reader being in love.

just for clicks

hasanabi x fem!streamer!reader

tags : hasan being a bit of an ass, tension, lingering touches, angst, use of y/n (scary ik), this is a blurb (I can’t make more parts if ppl want it), basically just angst, nothing really from the readers pov

a/n : i’m pretty sure you were looking for a more sappy direction w this request, but i rlly couldn’t help myself and i made it angsty 😭. also this is my first fanfic on this acc so pls be nice to me 🙏 im not good w english. READ PART TWO HERE.

It was a regular streaming day for Hasan, for the most part. His typical bogging on about politics, random internet drama, and his frequent frustration at chat. Behind all that though, his mind was a fog. You; another streamer, having been friends with Austin, being introduced to the Fear& group, and all but weaseling your way into being a staple member of the friend group, was all that Hasan could think about. Austin had tried to set the two of you up when you were first introduced to the friend group, but you never ended up going on any serious or planned romantic ventures, the two of yous schedules preventing from such.

That’s not to say you weren’t interested in eachother, it was quite the opposite actually. It was unspoken between the two of you, literally. Minus talking on the podcast or short interactions in videos, you had never spoken outside of ‘work’. That didnt stop the tension from growing though.

It started as accidental; Hasan gently grazing the back of your neck when walking behind your chair during filming in the cramped podcast room, his warm fingers barely lingering for a second on your bare neck, followed by rushed apology. Then it was you; lightly holding his waist as you attempted to squeeze behind him during a cooking stream, still unable to get past without his backside brushing against your front to a degree. And those two accidental touches wouldn’t have been a problem if they had just stayed those two accidental touches. The two of you managed to bump into eachother enough times that it had you each questioning if the other person was doing it on purpose.

Hasan was the first to break the ‘accidental’ rule, having grabbed your waist firmly and practically picking you up off the ground to move you on one occasion. You followed suit with the rule breaking, leaning across him to grab something from QT while filming the podcast and intentionally resting stretched for a moment; your top half shelved atop his forearm as it laid flat on the table.

The two of you refused to do anything about it though, and it was driving you both mad. Each touch was getting more daring then the last, and it was a game of who was going to break first. You were mad because you thought he was intentionally toying with you; knowing it drove you mad whilst not being interested himself. Just doing it to mess with you. Hasan on the other hand was just generally pissed you hadn’t done anything yet, which was ironic considering he didn’t have the gall to do anything himself either.

It was all that Hasan had been thinking of that day, and he questioned that if his facecam didn’t cut off at the top of his head that chat would be able to see the steam emanating from it. He was beyond frustrated, but he found it easy to play off; opting to take his anger out on the idiots who left comments on his livestream.

The two of you hadn’t thought about what your predicament looked like from an outsiders perspective though, not until now atleast.

Hasan was watching some political interview; mostly letting it play while opening links from chat in other tabs. As he opened one in particular, his heart stopped. He quickly clicked back to the tab, his brows taught together as he re-read the title.

“No fucking shot.” He forcibly laughed out, not only in disbelief himself but also trying to play his reaction down a bit for the stream. It was a compilation video, titled “y/n and hasan being down bad for 7 minutes”.

He was shocked he hadn’t thought about it, honestly. He was so concerned with keeping his feelings down while streaming by himself that he hadn’t even considered how he looked when he was actually with you. He clicked play without a second thought, his brain still registering the situation at hand. He had to stop himself from letting a grin slip out.

He watched the whole video without saying anything, which was alarming for chat and him. He was just entranced at how painfully obvious the two of you made it. The way he stared at you as you spoke to someone else. The way you never looked at him when he spoke to anybody. The way he stared at your hands as you fidgeted with a mic cord. The now obvious touches. He was baffled.

But his emotions quickly flipped back to his previous frustration. All that has been going on and you still hadn’t done anything? The two of you still hadn’t even talked? You had interacted this way long enough for somebody to make a 7 minute long compilation and the two of you still hadn’t done anything? He turned to chat, decided to take it out by being defensive.

“It’s actually hilarious the shit you idiots come up with. You do realize we’ve never talked right? The little shit we’ve said on camera is all we’ve ever said to eachother. Ever. I don’t even know her actual name. I don’t even have her in my contacts. I’ve never even thought about her in that way. You guys are so apt on shipping every male and female to ever interact together, it’s disgusting. You guys are fucking weird.” He took a beat, knowing the shit he was saying was doing anything but help his case, and knowing the hole he was digging for himself was just getting deeper. The few excuses he could come up with were borderline pathetic and certainly laughable. He just hoped he said his words fast enough that none of it stuck, even though he could practically feel the clips getting posted to twitter. In a last stitch effort to save himself, he blurted out;

“And anything she’s ever done around me is just for fucking clicks anyway.” He closed his mouth immediately after saying it. Hasan knew how much of a low blow that was, he knew how much he defended other streamers in the space for the same shit, and he couldn’t believe he’d just let that out about you of all people. He knew then in that moment that he’d lost all chances of anything with you, and he couldn’t grasp the fact that he was able to royally fuck himself over in a matter of seconds. He sat there silent, grumbling something else about chat being stupid, and then he went back to his political video.

He tried to keep a stone face, but he couldn’t help as his eyes caught chat every few minutes, mixes of shock and anger still bubbling between all of them. Hasan tried to redeem himself as much as he could; making some jokes and throwing some insults at whatever video he was watching. The main mass of the shocked comments eventually fizzled away, but he ultimately ended up wrapping up stream after another 30ish minutes. All he could do now was watch as everything unfolded before him.

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Hi! I have a request for Hasan. Going to Coachella with his gf and her siting on his shoulders, so she could see the stage better. I hope that okay💕

Brighter Than Any Star

Hasanabi x fem reader Requested by: Anon Genre: Fluff Proofread: N/A Music: A (really) Dark Academia Playlist Vol I

Warnings: It's Coachella so, talk of reader's thighs Summary: It's your first time at Coachella and your boyfriend Hasan makes it a festival to remember Author's Note: Anon, this shit is so cute I may cry /lh I love fluffy shit like this. Also, be warned I never keep up with how Coachella works so this probably isn't accurate. I also had to see what Hasan wore to make it accurate lol (this could be read as gender neutral too) -Mod Kenma

Coachella was something you had never really thought about going to. You preferred to just go with the flow, following your boyfriend around like a lost puppy. Most of the time, Hasan knew what he was doing and you trusted him enough to lead the way. So when he came to you saying the two of you were going to Coachella, you asked what the two of you would be wearing. Coachella was a lot bigger than you had expected. Honestly, you didn't know what to expect besides the heat. The heat was as excruciating as you were told but you shrugged it off. It's better to not draw attention to the way your skin feels warm because of the sun or it'll just get warmer. One thing you did not expect was the number of photos people wanted to take. Whether it be your friends who wanted you in a picture or someone asking politely if you could take a picture of them, not that you minded though. Hasan made sure to show off in photos with the two of you in it. He wanted to put an emphasis on the fact that the two of you were matching. It was truly sweet of him. It made you feel less overwhelmed and out of place. Yes, Hasan's outfits for Coachella were arguably terrible but you would put up with it when it came to matching with him. Not to mention it was fun to let loose and take dumb photos together that were meant for just the two of you. The more the festival went on, the more you and Hasan found yourselves engaging not with just your friends but the events there. The two of you wandered around art galleries and food tents, trying out snacks and buying little things here and there. The concert was probably your favorite part of the entire event. At first, a tight knot found itself in your stomach when you realized that you were not close enough to see what was going on. You didn't want to bring too much attention to it, feeling slightly selfish. Hasan was quick to sense that you were upset just by glancing at you. You were struggling to see the stage. Without hesitation, Hasan squatted down and motioned for you to climb up onto him. You nervously did so, worried about falling. It's not that you didn't trust Hasan, you didn't trust yourself. He stood up straight and grasped your delicate thighs tightly. You let out a small yelp, forcing yourself forward. Hasan chuckled at your antics before getting slightly closer to the stage. He asked if you could see anything but before you could respond, the show began. He took your excitement and yells as a yes. Throughout the night, you were singing along and cheering. Seeing you like that made Hasan's heart swell with happiness. He was beyond happy to see you so free like this. Just your smile could brighten his day. That moment made Hasan realize that going to Coachella was one of the best decisions he had ever made.

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Mod Kenma Masterlist

My masterlist :) 

Label instructions: 

1. Goes by genre (fluff, smut, angst, and series) 

2. Title and character 

3. “Gender” of reader listed 

4. Headcanons or full fic listed 

Fluff:

Loving You - (Hitoshi Shinso x ftm reader) (comfort) (full fic) (romantic)

A Heavy Weight - (Bucky Barnes x male reader) (comfort) (full fic) (romantic)

Bakugo and Denki with a male S/O that wears skirts - (headcanons) (romantic)

Asahi Azumane with a punk S/O - (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

Viktor Licht with a medic S/O - (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

Happy Birthday - (Zen x gender neutral reader) (full fic) (romantic)

Poly!Chuckle Sandwich - (cc!) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

April, Casey, Raph, and Donnie with a S/O that has the same personality as Shinobu Kocho - (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

SwaggerSouls with an S/O who became viral because of an ARG - (cc!) (fem) (headcanons) (romantic)

SwaggerSouls obsessed with his S/O's breasts - (cc!) (fem) (headcanons) (romantic)

Dating Hasanabi - (pt 1) (cc!) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

SwaggerSouls with a faceless streamer S/O - (cc!) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

More dating Hasanabi - (pt 2) (cc!) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

Karlnapity as caregivers - (cc!) (gender neutral) (sfw age regression) (headcanons) (either romantic or platonic)

Dating Technoblade - (c!) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

Chuckle Sandwich as caregivers - (cc!) (gender neutral) (sfw age regression) (headcanons) (either romantic or platonic)

Apple Sauce Pouch - (cc!) (Quackity x reader) (fem) (sfw age regression) (full fic) (either romantic or platonic)

Being in a long distance relationship with cc!Wilbur - (cc!) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

Being in a long distance relationship with cc!Foolish - (cc!) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

Feral Boys as CGs - (cc!) (gender neutral) (SFW age regression) (headcanons) (either romantic or platonic)

Simpbur dating headcanons - (c!) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

High School Shenanigans with Chuckle Sandwich - (cc!) (gender neutral) (fic + headcanons) (platonic!)

Life with Swaggersouls - (cc!) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

Fatherly Love - (cc!) (Swaggersouls x reader) (fem) (full fic) (romantic)

"Sorry I talk too much. No. Not at all. Keep talking." - (cc!) (Hasan x reader) (gender neutral) (drabble) (romantic)

Not That Girl - (cc!) (Quackity x reader) (fem) (full fic) (romantic)

Hasan as a CG - (cc!) (gender neutral) (SFW age regression) (headcanons) (either romantic or platonic)

The time you and your boyfriend accidentally drugged yourselves with the largest edible you two had ever eaten - (cc!) (Ted Nivison x reader) (gender neutral) (full fic) (romantic)

Bad Days with Swaggersouls - (cc!) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

More Dating Hasanabi - (Pt 3) (cc!) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

The Shopkeep and The Soldier - (c!) (Wilbur x reader) (gender neutral) (full fic) (romantic)

Teether - (cc!) (Chuckle Sandwich x reader) (gender neutral) (full fic) (either romantic or platonic)

Hasan introducing his gf on stream - (cc!) (Hasan x reader) (fem reader) (headcanons) (romantic)

Holostars as Boyfriends - (Holostars x reader) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

Stay In Bed - (cc!) (Hasan x reader) (gender neutral) (drabble) (romantic)

You Smell Nice - (cc!) (Schlatt x reader) (gender neutral) (full fic) (SFW age regression) (romantic)

Asahi Azumane with a S/O that likes horror - (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic) 

Hasan Wedding Headcanons - (cc!) (Hasan x reader) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

Schlatt Dating Headcanons - (cc!) (Schlatt x reader) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic) 

Karl Jacobs Dating Headcanons - (cc!) (Karl Jacobs x reader) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic) 

Ghostbur Dating Headcanons - (c!) (Ghostbur x reader) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic) 

How Swaggersouls Would Confess His Feelings - (cc!) (Swaggersouls x reader) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

Kagami Hayato Boyfriend Headcanons - (c!) (Kagami Hayato x Reader) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

Chuckle Sandwich with an S/O That Loves Horror - (cc!) (Chuckle Sandwich x reader) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

Getting Married to Swaggersouls - (cc!) (Swaggersouls x reader) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

My Ugly Duckling - (cc!) (Swaggersouls x reader) (gender neutral) (full fic) (romantic)

Swaggersouls with a S/O who has abusive parents - (cc!) (Swaggersouls x reader) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic)

More Simpbur Headcanons - (c!) (Simpbur x reader) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic) 

Cutest Cup Ever - (cc!) (Ted Nivison x reader) (gender neutral) (SFW Age Regression) (Full fic) (romantic) 

When It Snows - (Bruce Wayne x reader) (gender neutral) (drabble) (romantic) 

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Smut: (MINORS DNI)

Little Tease - (Daichi Sawamura x reader) (top Daichi, bottom reader) (fem) (full fic)

Faster, Faster - (Koshi Sugawara x reader) (top Suga, bottom reader) (fem) (full fic)

Taking it Slow - (Karl Heisenberg x reader) (top reader, bottom Karl) (ftm) (full fic)

Leather-Clad Brat - (Shigaraki Tomura x reader) (top reader, bottom Shigaraki) (ftm) (full fic)

Funny Business - (Lupin iii x reader) (top Lupin, bottom reader) (gender neutral)  (full fic)

Pretty Little Cunt - (Kanae x reader) (top Kanae, bottom reader) (fem) (full fic)

Do as I say - (c!) (Foolish x reader) (top Foolish, bottom reader) (fem) (full fic)

Hasanabi NSFW headcanons - (cc!) (Hasan Piker x reader) (gender neutral) (headcanons)

Ted Nivison NSFW Headcanons - (cc!) (Ted Nivison x Reader) (gender neutral) (headcanons)

A Private Study - (cc!) (Ted Nivison x reader) (top Ted, bottom reader) (fem) (full fic) 

Swaggersouls NSFW Headcanons - (cc!) (Swaggersouls x reader) (gender neutral) (headcanons)

More Hasan NSFW Headcanons - (cc!) (Hasan Piker x reader) (gender neutral) (headcanons) 

The Innocent Rose - (cc!) (Ted Nivison x reader) (tep Ted, bottom reader) (fem) (full fic) 

Just One More Time - (Timeskip! Kenma Kozume x reader) (top Kenma, bottom reader) (fem) (full fic) 

Bad Little Thing - (cc!) (Markiplier x reader) (top Mark, bottom reader) (fem) (full fic) 

Older Men Are My Type - (Roberu Yukoku x reader) (top Roberu, bottom reader) (gender neutral) (full fic) 

Support Class - (Kanae x reader) (Top Kanae, bottom reader) (gender neutral) (full fic) 

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Angst:

Blood of the Country in Veins - (c!) (Tommy x reader) (older sibling reader) (gender neutral) (full fic) (platonic)

Don't Go Yet - (Aone Takanobu x reader) (female) (full fic) (romantic)

Accidentally Selfish - (cc!) (Swaggersouls x reader) (gender neutral) (full fic) (romantic)

Leaving You Behind - (cc!) (Swaggersouls x reader) (gender neutral) (headcanons) (romantic) 

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Series:

Fare Thee Well - (c!) (SBI x reader) (gender neutral) (platonic)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

You’re the middle child. When Phil invites you to a family dinner at the end of the week, you’re stuck. One of your brothers hasn’t been too kind to you, costing you 2 of your 3 lives but nobody knows. Just you and him. Do you rise above these horrible tragedies or do you sink into the murky depths of your unresolved familial trauma?

This story contains: angst, comfort, description and mention of death (Reader, Wilbur, and Tommy's), and healing.

This story takes place after Wilbur's revival but does not match the cannon story of anything after. It's more of a healing story than an accurate cannon one.

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Kofi Personal Fics:

Do as I say - (c!) (Foolish smut)