#sorry for blueballing u all

[xxsycamore]

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇

↬ ❌ You get trapped in the pantry with Napoleon.

Napoleon Bonaparte x gn!Reader • rating: M (MDNI) • tags: Suggestive Themes; Implied Sexual Content; Trapped; Making Out; Cooking; Unresolved Sexual Tension; Blueballing Napo • wordcount: 1,161 • masterlist

a/n: oh my god @princess-pray-a how did you know I needed exactly that to get back in shape after not being around for awhile? 😭❤ Thank you for giving me a word count too, it's soooo helpful actually!! I did end up writing a bit more than that, and it went in a whole another direction, but it was so fun!🥺 I hope it's alright if this became a little bit more suggestive than planned! Hope you enjoy, darlin'!! Missed u too! 🥺

"Oh, it smells soooo good in here!" You exclaim, welcomed by the yummy aroma of Napoleon's cooking upon entering the mansion's kitchen.

"Nunuche, you're finally here." Napoleon greets you with a wink, not missing a beat as he chops carrots and checks up on the stove simultaneously. He's handsome. He's way too handsome for your poor little nunuche heart.

"You're staring."

"Oh! I'm sorry. So, what do I do?" Having finished rolling up your sleeves and washing your hands, you trot up to Napoleon's side, dipping your pinky into the sauce bowl he just settled on the counter. Bringing it to your lips for a taste test he didn't ask for, you immediately nod. "It's good!"

Napoleon chuckles, placing the cutting board in front of you as he wipes himself off in the towel secured on his belt, something he always carries around when he gets serious in the kitchen. "Finish up with those for me, please? I'll go search for something in the pantry for a second."

"Okay!" You readily take the knife from his hand, noticing how Napoleon's warmth lingers on the handle. Holding your breath for a second, you will your heart to calm down so your fingers aren't shaky while performing the task.

Only when Napoleon's out of sight do you release your breath, left to your thoughts that are still revolving around the man. With all that hard work yet to be done, you doubt you'll get a moment for yourselves. True, Sebastian is nowhere to be seen right now, having gone into town to run some last-minute errands, but it's not like you can fool around with your lover. Especially not when you have twenty-five guests to feed...

The Napoleon who is sweet-talking in your head is suddenly muted as the voice of the very real Napoleon comes to your ears. He appears to be asking you to come to the pantry...?

"-But turn off the stove first!"

You set the knife down, doing as Napoleon said before striding up to where he is.

Opening the pantry's door, you spot Napoleon holding off the weight of a heavy box that seemingly has begun to fall from one of the highest shelves. Some smaller containers stacked on top of it start sliding down, likely filled with more of the fragile cutlery that is stored up there, and you have to react fast.

Letting go of the door that swings closed behind you, you barely pay attention to Napoleon's sudden protests as you move fast to join his side and reach up to help him out. Once everything is secured without accidents, you realize that Napoleon is crossing the small room in the direction of the door in desperate hopes of... opening it?

"Nunuche you shouldn't have let go of the door... I asked you to come because the handle fell off from this side!"

"I-What?! Oh no..."

The room is relatively small but well-lit, filled with all things necessary for the needs of a huge mansion's kitchen. With a bit more luck, something of help could be found so you can get out of there.

"This-This wasn't my idea of having a chance to spend some alone time with you...!"

Only when the words leave your mouth do you realize you spoke them, resuming the search in hopes Napoleon didn't hear you.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Napoleon casts a shadow over the shelve you examine as he towers over your crouching form. You rise to your feet, only to be guided by him to take a seat at the nearby ladder's third step.

"You seem a little hot. Why don't you rest here while I give it another go? I hope I won't have to end up busting the door, but..."

"Napoleon."

He lets a low hum as he looks down at you in question. You make a come-hither motion at him, and he places his hand on one of the higher steps, using it as leverage.

His breath tickles you, your chest heaving with a sharp inhale. Yet you still hold his gaze sternly.

"Are you sure you didn't lead me inside so we could end up stuck here alone?"

His clear turquoise eyes are piercing as if they say "so what if I did?"; yet the illusion lasts a mere second before laughter fills the small space between your bodies.

"And leave my work outside undone? You know me better than that, Nunuche, these people depend on us to throw a good party. I wouldn't let my desires get in the way."

His desires?

"So you want this as much as I do!"

"Want what?"

Face on fire, you produce an annoyed sound and quickly curse yourself for it. Napoleon is still a breather away. You give up and pull him by the shirt, catching his lips in a passionate kiss.

The small space fills with heavy breaths and the sounds of you seeking after each other's mouths, demandingly, fiercely, as if it has been ages since you last captured the other's lips. The rest of the world suddenly gets forgotten beyond the frame of the door that refuses to let the moment go away, much like the two of you - and you suddenly feel thankful.

Letting go for a long-needed breath, limbs spread on the ladder's steps, you hold Napoleon's cheek as if to prevent him from diving in for another kiss - just for a moment.

"So what if- the desire is mine- ? Would you let it get in your way of taking care of anyone but me, just for a little bit?"

Napoleon watches you mesmerized, playing with the button of your shirt. The familiar boyish smirk blooms on his lips, but there's something almost soft to it, for reasons unknown to you.

"Since when did my Nunuche get so selfish?"

Like an uncorked champagne bottle, Napoleon rains needy kisses on your neck, suddenly becoming the more desperate one between you, or at least that's how it seems. You let him feast on you one little bite at a time, your hands moving up and down his back, letting him take his time deciding on a spot to sink his fangs into.

It still feels unfair, seeing as how easily he's got you wrapped around his finger as soon as his bullying broke you and you confessed your shameful thoughts. Too bad that surrender feels good to you.

You can hear steps in the distance, and suddenly the muffled voice of Sebastian calling out 'Monsieur Napoleon' comes from the kitchen.

Napoleon shifts quickly, looming over you as he tries to communicate with you with his gaze alone. He knows what you must do, but the inner fight is written on his face; brows knit in the middle and cheeks still rosy from the heated ordeal.

He looks almost offended, fangs poking past his agape lips, glistening with bloodlust.

You have a devious smile on your face.

"Sebastian, help! We're in here!"

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[myrfing]

6.4 msq spoiler thread

YES! YES....ZERO GOURD FEAST BEASTS

i need this buff PERMANENTLY

EW

ESTINIEN

MAN WHAT

HURLING

DIDNT NEED TO SEE THAT

ZERO LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

yshtola is so good at indirectly cheering people up in that shrewd old lady way. not that she's old just well matoya

I like how they put pen and paper in estinien's room like he's literate

dragons are always wanting to pop out their eyeballs

erenville are you...? the golled more...? can i go with you..

can we kiss

god he appeared on screen and SORRY vrtra but i need him to continue and tell me about his life and I need to go with him

now they're blueballing us about a mysterious letter

i like how zero's just been there like well I guess you know everybody on earth then

margrat. i need more of her bizarre behaviors

i forgort

thancred calling it "social struggles" YOU GUYS ARE MAKING THIS AWKWARD FOR ZEROOOO

these drake ass polar bears

the aetherfont is sooo gorgeous also I forgot my codex broke and nearly let thancred die. long time since ive healed a trust party as well but we go slow smell the ice bears

oh my god :U

thancred: just stick stay close to this one

gourd: slowly turning head with his o_o frontal bird face

they just let thancred tag along just beacause. not to be mean but we could also just meet new people

U Guys Are Leaving Gourd OUt of the Conversation Hinting At Something Happening To Come What The Hell So He Doesn't Get Alone Time And You Guys Are Getting Jobs Without Him Anyway

zero voice Idgaf about that

can the garleans get over their magic fear already you live in a world where there are glowing horses

damn that's crazy

msq is always very strangely gentle and thorough relative to others when it comes to dealing with garlean trauma or maybe thats just my hater lens. anyway the whole they are bigoted and small minded because they'd been hurt stuff is getting old and it's kind of crazy how this hurt people hurt people stuff is the limit here

trust me i dont really want 2

a weird bit about the whole garlemald thing is the bizarre angelic benevolence of the ilsabard contingent. not ONE person has been like you know you guys spent the past half century fucking up the entire world and you still demand respect for your gay ass tower because the imperial family sat their asses in it. anyway i have problems with the whole we're actually a totally 100% saintlike patience goodhearted pure intentioned foreign aid group thing We Have To Save The People Of Garlemald on the side of the alliance since the start but whatever

warmachina.

i dont want the thank you from this man LMFAO

zerooo 8[ also so much of what zero recounts explains. Cylva.

aw that's true jullus

LMFAOOOOO THEYRE MAKING THE WOL THINK OF ZENOS BECAUSE OF THIS CONVO? gourd did NOT trust that man unless you mean trust him to be awful. and what did zenos trust in the wol that he'd fight him eventually? I GUESS? MAYBE THEY MEANT HE WANTED TO TRUST US BUT I ALSO DO NOT CARE?

we're not friends just because someone calls you their friend 29083902 times 💀 i think that dude barely had a concept of gourd as a human being with his own life

an act of trade also can be an act of charity. THIS IS WHAT I MEAN THEIR POLITICAL WRITING IS SOMETIMES SO.....garlemald is still absolutely at the alliance's mercy + they still obviously believe in right by might re: that one line from the old dudes so there's no reason for them to not be cognizant of the fact we can just take by force and doesn't handle the hanging But Why Aren't They? question at all. this was a pity deal and everyone's like friendship and hope <3. im not saying goodwill and sincerity cannot exist between groups but this requires a sense of solidarity that we do NOT have with garlemald considering we still have to step entirely around the subject of their imperial affairs

you see as a nation they're not equals. they're the languishing half dead scattering remnant of an empire that built its wealth and prosperity for a time on war, theft, and enslavement of the rest of the world and radz and the alliance absolutely could just turn the tables and invade and probably just wipe out everyone here without breaking a sweat. of course that's abhorrent but it's crazy that THIS particular pain even the mere thought of it is made to not exist while the garleans get to be complicated about it. they want to keep their national name and pride with none of the consequences and we don't even demand that as if a nation is sacred and untouchable even after everything. I don't get it bro

i like the way varshahn says wyrm

THE LITTLE SQUICH SOUND WHEN I TAKE HER EYE?

glitter guy....

[imeverywoman420]

I'm sorry I feel like this is going to come off rude and pointed bc it seems like a bad night but I am curious how stuff is going with your boyfriend l. I swear I'm just curious and I hope everything's ok godbless stan imeverywoman420

i got a lot of asks abt this so i will just say he had some rly bad stuff happen a few motnhs ago like rly bad i dont wanna say what it is but its rly bad :( n we had still been talking on and off but we havent talked for like a month now so idk i guess im single now maybe but im not even really interested in dating or having sex or anything like that im not “on the market”. I still love him n want the best for him hope hes doing ok but like im not THAT torn up like of course i miss him and stuff but im kind of a stoic in some ways like it either is or it isnt. If u love something let it go etc

this is my final and only statement on the matter sorry to blueball all the everywoman readers its just idk i dont really value privacy that much when it comes to my own life but its not just me we’re talking about and when u love someone or something u kinda wanna hold it close to the chest and not expose it so yeah not interested in talking about it any further.

[uglypastels]

okay getting to the other stuff now that i’ve said my piece about the heart-wrenching cliffhanger you’re going to keep me up at night with lmao

- he was scared of losing her and was just gonna go be sad in his room by himself🥺

- even though he’s a good pirate (can’t believe i’m a pirate apologist now) he’s killed people before but what sits heaviest with him is that he’s hurt her!!! stfu that’s so pure

- as soon as he said to just call him eddie… oh babeyyy i knew shit was abt to go down in a sinful way. but no! poor eddie was blue balled, reader had a terrifying dream, and us (actual) readers were on the edge of our fucking seat

- the crew said they’d miss her!!

- hellfire shot first, right? (i kept getting interrupted trying to read that part so it’s fuzzy to me) WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE THE RED TAIL SANK I NEED THIS BACKSTORY OH MY GOD

CAN WE TALK ABT THE SMUT JFC. cause you rly fucking delivered on that

- ‘Really? The princess had thought of me, a filthy pirate?’ ‘I’m not a princess.’ You rolled your eyes playfully. ‘Out of all the things to dispute, you argue my words of affection?’

- ^fucking swooning over these lines

- ‘So you can be good for me.’

- ^this one too

- him admitting he lost his control due to jealousy!!! idec if it’s toxic (only cause this isn’t real life) jealous eddie is so hot

- as a tit (wo)man myself, i have to give my thanks for including boob stuff *chefs kiss*

more comments of after the smut cause i apparently have a million fucking thoughts abt this chapter i’m sorry😭

- they comforted each other after their nightmares that is so goddamn sweet im SICK

- ‘I had honesty considered just locking you away and keeping you forever, but I am a man of my word, am I not?’ HE SHOULD HAVE JUST KEPT HER THERE FOREVER. TURNED TF AROUND AND NEVER LOOKED BACK

- reader writing the ransom note and changing the whole story to try to spare eddie/hellfire was so smart oh my god u rly had me fooled that they weren’t gonna get in any trouble and be seen as fucking heroes or smth

- the comment abt him not having carpet fr cracked me up

- he read her mind and shut the idea of staying with him down:(( that son of a bitch (still love him tho)

- and he didn’t tie her hands tight so she could start swinging at any moment!! (c o m e o n reader…we’re fucking waiting! punch ur dad in the face!)

- ‘governor, i see we meet again’ again!!! AGAIN?!!?!

amazing fucking chapter. ur updates always make me so excited, and i’m eagerly waiting for more<333

Dont mind me just giddily giggling over all of this 🤭 but its really hard for me to reply bc i am just rereading your comments and kicking my feet with joy. You really know how to butter me up lmao and i wish i could write rn but i'll be at the beach the whole day so i will have to do with daydreams and the notes app- which, btw, do not ever again apologise for sharing your thoughts!! I as a professional attention whore absolutely thrive off of this so please do not stop

Well, ya know the title of the fic, and it is eddie so you know he's a sweetiepie at heart. He's just been through stuff (and yessss we will find out what. All questions will be answered i hope (unless people have questions to things i did not even consider but so far i dont think that has been the case???).

And listen, with [fan]fiction, there is no such thing as red flags 🫤🙄 only black ones with skulls on them 🏴‍☠️ and toxicity is what makes everything that extra bit spicy.

I am a bit sorry for blueballing yall at the beginning, but if i hadnt then we would not have gotten the rest of the chapter as it is now?? And that counts for something suuurely

plus, i tried to hold off on the smut as long as i could bc i really really do not like writing it, as much as i am an avid lover of it, which brings me to my next point of i really appreciate all the comments on the smut bc i honestly dont know what in doing most times and it was probably the main reason why it took so long to write this chapter because i just freeze up at the mention of genitalia lmao. My brain just becomes that cymbal monkey.

Hehe i was really proud of that pirate/princess line. And the carpet one. Just gotta break up the heaviness sometimes ya know. And you just know these two have that kind of "deprication as love language" affair. Is that a even a thing? Well i made it a thing. Especially since its basically canon for this au that eddie has a major degradation kink.

In a perfect world, they would have been welcomed as heroes, but in a perfect world they also would never have kidnapped her so 🫠

And yes Again 😌

[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…

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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.)

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

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.)

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

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!

[yakocchi]

Lecherous Wild Beasts (VIP Room Event) // The Lust of a Tantalized Beast (Soryu), Special Episode

I would’ve grouped this with the previous post but im dumb and also i like keeping my translation posts fairly clean before the cut (｡･з･｡) the shitposting stays behind the gate

this is indeed a translation for a soryu-only story but i wanted to post both sides of the cg zooms bc 1) i believe in the equal distribution of boys and 2) im probably not gonna do the eisuke story any time soon so yea im slapping the image here... but somebody is probably gonna leak the full one anyway so w/e

Spoilers behind the cut! Please credit if you take anything from this post, thenk u (･ω･*) no screencaps cause im lazy lol

!! This is a translation of the Special Episode only - there are 2 episodes before this in the MC’s POV. tl;dr she essentially blueballs the poor guy by accident bc she felt that appearing too obedient like a faithful dog or w/e was kind of a bad look

Special Episode

Kara’s been acting strange for the past few days. When talking to her she replies with the same as usual, a natural countenance. (But when we touch...) She casually puts some distance between us... or so I feel.

(...I’m looking into it too much. We just accidentally made contact.) I turn the pages of the book, listening to my thoughts, when I sense someone’s eyes on me. Kara was looking at me with wistful eyes. (That’s right, it didn’t mean anything. With my evidence right here...) Invited by that sweet gaze, I kiss her as I pin her down. [Soryu]: “...” [Kara]: “Mn, nn-...” When I deepen the kiss, she twists her body a bit. (...When we kiss, she shows me the same adorable reaction as usual.) (So of course, she’s not actually trying to avoid me for some reason or anything.)

When I move to start to strip off her clothes, she then pushes me away with great force. [Soryu]: “...What’s wrong?”   [Kara]: “Sorry. I’m a bit sleepy today, so...” [Soryu]: “......” [Kara]: “......” (I feel like she's rejecting me for the same reason as that of two nights ago, but...) [Soryu]: ”...Lately it seems you’ve been getting more and more tired.” [Kara]: “...Yes. Work’s been busy.” (Though taking that into account, she doesn’t appear too exhausted to me...) (But perhaps - So I don’t get concerned, she doesn’t want to show that to me?) For Kara, whose thoughtfulness is quite profound, I felt that was a plausible theory. [Soryu]: ”If you ruin your body, it’ll defeat the whole purpose of everything.” [Soryu]: ”I know that you value your work, but don’t overexert yourself for it.” [Kara]: ”...Okay.” (It doesn’t really make sense to me, but there’s no point in interrogating her now.) (I’ll just believe what she says and hold out.) I lend my arm to her to sleep on and close my eyes. 

The warmth transmitted to the pajama sleeve irritated me.

A few more days passed where I was not given any opportunity to touch her. From simply her behavior otherwise being completely unchanged, the instinct of desiring her swells. (From what I’ve seen - just as I had suspected, she doesn’t appear tired at all.) If I go touch her at the house, she’ll definitely try to avoid me. I prepare a trap at a nearby hotel, and proceed to drive her to a corner. [Kara]: “...Are we not going home yet?” After eating dinner at a restaurant, she looks at me strangely as I push the up button of the elevator. [Soryu]: “If I didn’t set it up like this, you would escape me tonight, too.” [Kara]: “Eh...?” [Kara]: “...Nn-...” The moment we get on the elevator, I pull her towards me and kiss her. [Kara]: “Soryu, wai-” [Soryu]: “......” (I can’t wait any longer.) (Even if you ask that of me, I can’t listen to such wishes tonight.) I drive her to the wall and continue kissing her as if to vent out all of my frustrated desires. With that, her body loses a bit of its strength. (You’re not refusing me. Isn’t that right...?) Instead of asking such out loud I glide my hands along her, kindling her heat. [Kara]: ”Nn...” [Soryu]: “......” Roused by her stifled voice more and more, I become aware of my own lack of composure.  (I'm akin to a beast. That’s what I’ve become from simply being unable to make love for half a month.)

....is it just me or in his stories it always felt like the boy would usually not bone her until like 3 weeks or once a month bc he’s all busy and stuff whys he acting like a felon from horni jail all of a sudden

maybe their implied boning are just not always written unlike eisuke where it feels like every time they bone ever it’s gotta have a footnote with a wikipedia-approved source

(But, now...) When I gently bite her lip, her body greatly trembles. (Even if you ask for forgiveness, I won’t let go.) (I want to make love to you, right now...!)

We enter the room with me carrying her in my arms, her own strength halfway gone.

[Soryu]: ”You can’t escape any longer.” [Kara]: “Ah-...” I press her onto the shut door to steal her freedom, and force her knees apart through the dress. Her cheeks were dyed red, and as if it were unbearable she averts her eyes. [Soryu]: “Why do you look away?” [Kara]: “Nn...” She turns her head down and leaks out a faint noise, and I want nothing else but to capture those eyes once more. [Soryu]: “Face up, Kara.” Our gazes intertwining, I lift her leg up by the knee and stroke her thigh. 

When I touch the secret part of her through the fabric, she lets out a small cry. [Kara]: “Agh... Nn-” [Soryu]: “......” Spurred on by her voice, I draw circles by pressing against the cloth. [Kara]: “...Ah...ah-...!” Her hips quivering, neck twisting - her body kept on shaking about. I could not take my eyes off any of it. [Kara]: “Please, stop... I’m begging you...!” [Soryu]: “...kgh.” My throat growls subconsciously. With her eyes wet and skin carrying this heat, her body was entirely betraying her words. [Soryu]: “Why do you want me to stop?” [Kara]: “...Because, it’s... shameful...” Her complaint had blurred near the end. But her eyes looked at me with a longing, and it was terribly alluring. [Soryu]: “...But, your body instead seems quite pleased?” [Kara]: “...ngh.” [Soryu]: “What should I do? Should I stop?” [Kara]: “......” She looks up at me once more, and tears were visible on the corners of her eyes. [Kara]: “...Please release me. I... won’t run away anymore.” [Soryu]: “......” My grip on her wrists relaxed on their own, and she didn’t run away. [Kara]: “I also want to feel you.” [Kara]: “That’s why- please, don’t stop...” [Soryu]: “......!” Her suggestive words made my body forget everything. Carrying her to the bed before pressing her down, just the sensation of our skin touching causes a sigh to almost spill out of my lips. Desiring me, she clings onto me as she becomes madly disheveled. [Kara]: “Soryu...” Her entangled arms made the ache in my waist grow larger.

oh no, he pp.........

[Soryu]: “......” [Soryu]: “Kara...!”   [Kara]: “Aah-...” Kara embraces me as her sweet voice spills, her fingers running through my hair over and over... Urged on by her gaze, I lift her knee and deeply sink on top of her.

[Kara]: “Ah, ah, aah-...” [Kara]: “Soryu! Soryu...!” [Soryu]: “...gh-” Not wanting even the smallest of gaps between us, she hugs me and doesn’t let go. (This is bad...I can’t hold back.) Driving into her with unprecedented lust, she also desires me once more... Governed by our instincts, we fervently desired each other until morning.

Afterwards, she confessed that “the truth was that I was afraid of you losing interest in me, and so I tried to avoid physical contact”, and our calm nights together returned once more. [Soryu]: “It’s about time we go to bed soon...” [Kara]: "Right. Well, how was your day today?” [Soryu]: “Hm... When I get to end the day like this with you, it’s certainly been a good day.” [Kara]: “Huh...?” [Kara]: “Nn-” [Soryu]: “......” [Kara]: “...Soryu...”

Pressing my lips to hers, she gives a modest response. When I sneak my hands under the hem of her clothes, her eyes suddenly become wet with want,   and the her from that night crossed my mind. (It was quite difficult for me to be unable to touch her for a long time.) (With that in mind, and this...) If I let her go like this and go to bed, I wonder what she’ll do. (Will you show me, once more - the sight of you clinging onto me, desiring me?) I quietly leave a bit of distance between our faces, and she blinks, seemingly perplexed. [Kara]: “...?”

[Soryu]: “Shall we go to bed for the night?” [Kara]: “Eh...?” The eyes that stared back at me were as tearful as that of a puppy. [Soryu]: “......” (What on Earth... is this feeling of guilt...) [Soryu]: “...I was joking.” [Kara]: “!” [Kara]: “...Nn-” I seal her voice that was probably about to protest, and deepening the kiss we entangled our limbs. She breathed out a joyful sigh and leisurely stroked my arm. (As revenge for making me endure of all that last time, I wanted to be the one to tell her to “wait” this time, but-) (Somehow, following through with that sort of tactic seems impossible for me.) And that means I’m truly no match for her. While listening to the sound of that sweet voice leaking out of her, I glide my lips along the swell of her breast.

FIN

well actually this sexi scene or w/e pales in comparison to the recently-released soryu “first night” story in otona love (for obv reasons) but i much prefer the stories where they’ve been together for a while because that’s where the beeg luv begins. lol to me, in mobage otome the journey to the relationship is the barrier to the actual good content

if you’re curious abt the plot of the high-grade eisuke story, essentially eisuke and mc go out into a bougie safari lodge in africa and then bone there..... yea idk i always feel strange whenever im eating a choco pie that’s been sitting in the freezer while reading ichinomiya eisuke and the wealthy hollows

anyway sorry for no caps this time around but i mean there was nothing special really. his hair doesnt even change when they say her hands go through his hair smh MY IMMERSION LITERALLY UNPLAYABLE

as always, thanks for reading! 

[rationalisms]

hi alma! did you play persona 5 strikers? i can't decide whether to get it or not so i thought i would ask you what you thought since i usually agree with your takes on things haha

hi!! i did ^__^

i'd say whether u should get it or not depends entirely on how invested in the characters you are

the gameplay is meh and like. i do admit i'm biased because i'm not really a fan of beat-em-up type games and vastly prefer the turnbased combat in the main series but even so it's just not rly anything special. fairly repetitive and none of the new "gimmicks" are anything to write home about. i do like that u can play as any chara in the dungeons tho i've always wanted to mow down things with makoto's motorcycle

the story is also flimsy and i'm not super keen on either of the two new charas. the AI is cute but i just don't rly care and i actively find the cop annoying but at least everyone else does too so that's not so bad lmfao. i rly like the virtual tourism aspect of the game tho! (i assume u kno that it's a roadtrip game?) u genuinely get to learn cool stuff about the culture, history, and food of the places u visit.

HAVING SAID ALL THIS the friendship group content is godtier and i am happy to play thru 500 samey dungeons if it means getting all of those scenes of the gang just hanging out and being bffs and ridiculous and cute and dumb.

all of the gang gets their time to shine (haru even gets a personality this time around!), every city has extremely adorable and fun hangout moments between the characters, ren gets to cook food for his friends and learn new recipes specifically for them, there is the obligatory onsen scene but at least ren gets to hit on ryuji instead this time round (AND ride the ferris wheel with him after they blueballed me about it in p5r), makoto has a leather jacket now which, hot, and most importantly: RYUJI FINALLY GETS TO SAY FUCK (thank u max mittelman for lobbying tirelessly for that one)

BASICALLY (and sorry for the giant wall of text)

is it a good game? eeeeeeh

is it a GREAT roadtrip AU fanfic? absolutely

[whumperooni]

TMI!!!

Omg i had sex with my ex for the first time in years. And i havent had sex with anyone in like 2-3 years. It hurt so fucking bad. Like can your hymen reappear??? Cos it hurt that bad. I knew i’d be a bit tighter after not doing anything with anyone for so long but i didnt think it would be all that bad. But it hurt him as well so it didnt last long and i think we blueballed eachother 🤦‍♀️ ... it is official, i am failing at life

Ooooh fuck nonny that really, really sucks! I’m sorry that it didn’t turn out good for you ;u;

Maybe if you try again with him you can, uh, really amp up the foreplay and be sure to have him stretch you open with his fingers first? Maybe that would help;;;;

[inkykeiji]

Just getting comfy, huh...? How about I help you a bit? These clothes look awfully uncomfortable to sleep in, kitten. How about I peel them off for you? 😏

—Dabi

[I’m sowwy but I need to go now OTL sorry for blueballing you like this ahdksjdks Hope you have a wonderful day and hopefully your real Dabi not Touya anon will be back soon!]

yes please, i need your help 🥺 they are uncomfy, gimme your shirt to sleep in instead 😇

[aaah goodbye ehehehe no please it’s okay, it’s all in good fun!! it’s almost 3:30am here anyway 🙊 but thank u so much and UH EXCUSE ME you are also my real dabi anon 😠]

[catch22inareddress]

Sassafrass: Chapter Four: Sliding into Home

Previously:

He looked up at you while you swallowed hard. "Need something, doll?" You did your best at a seductive smirk. "A seat." He patted his thigh and smirked. "C'mon then." You paused, and he took your hand and led you down to his thick thigh, and you sat. You could feel his warm breath on your neck sending that familiar shiver to run through you. "Where'd you go to for so long?"

"Just for a few shots, miss me?" He moved your hair off your shoulder, and you tried to hide your tell. "Laura tried to talk to me. Can't be leavin' me alone like that." You turned to him. "You're a big boy. You can say no." He shrugged. "What if I like your company then?" You smirked. "Maybe you should ask for it. Be bold."

Nat broke up your conversation just as it was getting interesting. "Alright, you dirty bitches!!! Truth or dare time." Several people, yourself and Bucky included said, "OH Fuck." While Tony and Clint hooted. This was going to get messy. Wanda smiled as she brought you a drink.

-No Wanda.

-Calm down. It's a Shirley Temple flashing you a knowing smile about you wanting to stay sober.

-Stay outta my head Witch.

She smiled

-Thank you and I love you woman.

-Love you too. Y/N. Nat smirked and spun the bottle on the table, and it landed on Steve. Fucking hell....thank Odin. Steve's laugh echoed in the room. Nat smiled. "Truth or dare Cap?" He smiled. "Dare." She thought it over for a minute and said eeny meeny miny moe between all of the girls in the room.....and it landed on you. Your heart was a flutter, and Bucky's hands were leaving bruises on your hips. "Y/N, you have to undress our dearest Cap here and then he has to streak buck ass naked through the house." You knew her intention was to make Bucky jealous and for shits and giggles to embarrass seemingly shy Steve. To her surprise, modest Steve hopped right up and grabbed your wrist. "Have a beautiful woman undress me? Best dare ever!"

You could hear Bucky growl and felt his fingers tear away from you. OH fuckity fuck...this was going to get interesting. .....

Here you stood in front of all of your friends and a smirking Captain-fucking-American having to undress him to nothing so the large and in charge bastard could run naked through the house. You were going to tit punch Nat. Meanwhile, Bucky was going to dick punch Steve who had the biggest shit-eating grin. You, however, looked directly at Sharon and said sorry.  She laughed and waved you on. "Hell honey, this is foreplay for me." Steve winked at her and then looked at you. "Get on with it or are you all talk now?"

Well isn't that just fucking lovely? Get on with it you shall. "Put on some music then and let's do this." They wanted a show then that's what you were going to give them. One that would make Wade himself proud.

"FRIDAY play Bishop Briggs Dark Side." She immediately complied and her sultry voice filled the room.

Link to Song: HERE

Welcome to my dark side (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Welcome to my dark side It's gonna be a long night Oh, la, la, la, la Welcome to my darkness, I been here a while Clouding up the sunlight, hurting for a smile Or something, but something always turns into nothing Oh, I drain your life 'til there's nothing left but your blood shot eyes Oh, I take my time 'til I show you how I feel inside Welcome to my, welcome to my (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) I can be your reckless, you can be my stake I can be your heartache, you can be my shame When you're feeling reckless, when you're feeling chained When there's nothing left but pain Welcome to my dark side We're gonna have a good time Oh, la, la, la, la Acting like I'm heartless, I do it all the time That don't mean I'm scarless, that don't mean I'm fine But you'll see, when someone else makes you this way Oh, I drain your life 'til there's nothing left but your blood shot eyes Oh, I take my time 'til I show you how I feel inside Welcome to my, welcome to my (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

I can be your reckless, you can be my stake I can be your heartache, you can be my shame When you're feeling reckless, when you're feeling chained When there's nothing left but pain Welcome to my dark side Welcome to my (Ooh-ooh) I can be your reckless, you can be my stake I can be your heartache, you can be my shame When you're feeling reckless, when you're feeling chained Welcome to my dark side (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

You trailed your fingers around his broad shoulders and walked around him with a smirk wondering which part to take off first. You were determined to have him with an embarrassing hard on that he would have to run with. You glanced at Bucky when you stopped in front of Steve with your ass against his cock and bent over to untie his shoes, slowly one by one. Everyone was silent realizing that this wasn't just you undressing them, they were going to get a full-on show.

On and off risking a glance at Bucky and rubbing your ass in Steve's face, showing off your flexibility and leaving little to the imagination in your cutoffs, he was putty. You could feel the latter move forward and he breath on the back of your thighs while seeing Bucky lick his lips with a fire in his eyes. After his shoes and socks were off you turned around to Steve shaking his head. You tugged on his collar and pushed him roughly in the wooden chair to straddle him. Everyone save Bucky and Steve hooted. Steve watched you with hooded eyes and you looked past him at Bucky while you unbuttoned the top button. He bit his lip so hard it began to bleed and he muttered fuck. You turned to Steve and smirked. "Hows this Cap." He growled so it mimicked a feral animal.  "Don't call me that." Your brows stitched together and you laughed. "Sharon, I found Steve's kink." She smiled and tuned in. "Oh yeah, what is it." You undid a few more buttons and ran your fingers against his hard chiseled abs. "He likes being called Cap." Tony laughed so hard that Pepper nearly fell out of his lap. Sharon blushed but you could tell she would use this bit of knowledge to her advantage.. Vision turned to Wanda to ask what a kink was. "Do you now. I'll remember that. Thanks, Y/N" You lent in his ear and looked at Bucky. "So if you like being called Captain. I wonder if Bucky likes being called Sergeant?" Steve groaned but then chuckled.

"Fuck me, doll. You've damn near got me putty in your hands I can only imagine the fuckin' mess he's in over there." His voice was raspy as you finished with his shirt. You climbed off and put your finger under his chin rather roughly. "Stand up Captain." You said with such authority his eyebrow shot up and he licked his lips, he would do anything you wanted. Including cross that lines if you asked. But you wouldn't, you only wanted Bucky. He stood up and looked down at you with eyes filled with lust and at your disposal.

Nat smiled. "Damn. I've taught her well." Clint kissed her neck. "You should show me how well you taught her later." Sam rolled his eyes knowing this was going to be a dull and dry weekend for him since all he was Laura to keep him company. "This fuckin sucks. I hate all of you."

You knelt down in front of Steve. "Christ!" He looked to the ceiling as you roughly undid his belt buckle and zipper and then pulled his pants down leaving him in his Wonder Woman jockeys. Your nails scratched down his thick thighs and his cock twitched in front of your face. "Fuck, woman"

"Sharon..I know what you can dress up as for Halloween honey." She laughed. You stood up and looked at Bucky. He was furious and had his flesh hand in his hair and the metal hand was whirring so loud you could hear it from where you stood.  Your face faltered a second and you showed concern. It was then his anger subsided and softened. You stood there a moment wanting to stop and go to him but you still had to take off the jockeys.

Tony reminded you. "Nope, jobs not done. I can tell you that man is still fully clothed and he needs to streak. The camera is ready and all. Now deliver woman!"

You held up your hands in surrender to Bucky ...and Tony. Then you walked over to Steve and slapped the elastic over his skin making him twitch. You pulled the jockeys down to his ankles and everyone hooted and cheered. Steve stood there like an Adonis but while he looked at you with eyes clouded with lust but you only had eyes for Bucky. Tony started laughing and everyone joined in. "You just gonna leave the man high and dry like that, Y/N?" You looked down and sure enough, he had a boner that would make angels weep. "U-Um...he has his own girlfriend." She laughed. "I didn't do that to him." You laughed and went to walk away and Steve smirked and took a step closer and out of nowhere just kissed you. It was a lust-ridden and passionate kiss...but with the wrong soldier. You immediately pushed him off. Bucky was standing "STEVE!" He was full of anger and yelled out his best friends name in such a menacing tone that you had shivered. Steve just smirked. "You'll thank me later." He whispered to you but your reply was a loud. "Fuck off." Then shoved him off while he seemed still entertained and held a crooked smile.

You started to walk past Steve but threw in one last comment. "Time for your laps, Captain Blueballs" He chuckled and then began his run with a full hard-on for the entire team and entourage to see. You stood in front of a very pissed off Bucky.

"You good Sarge?" He slowly nodded and padded his thick thigh for you to sit. He seemed somewhat content with your rejection of Steve's forward kiss. You still didn't know what to say, so you just settled in. You slid down and tossed your legs over the side of the chair while he rested his metal arm behind your back and started playing with the hair on the nape of your neck and his flesh arm over your hips. "Which did you like more doll? Making him hard or making me watch? Or the amateur kiss." You bit your lip and smirked. "Depends....were you jealous?"

He shrugged. "I don't like sharing, what do you think." While his actions were calming his voice was cold and calculated. You looked at him and let your bitch shine. "Well, sharing would imply that I'm yours. You haven't made me yours, James."

Tony's voice boomed through the room. "Alright. Now that Steves dick has burned its image into my brain forever I think its time to move on. Spin the bottle someone. Let it choose its next victim. Steve will get to say the truth or dare to them." Tony shook his head at Steve as he sat down in just his jockeys and shirt next to Sharon.

Steve smiled and spun the bottle. Bucky was rigged beneath you with your comment stinging him but you wanted him to just make a move. I mean fuck..seriously. Just do it. I mean hell he could pick you up and carry you out of the damn room right now, and you'd be ok with that but nope. Even after that tension-filled undressing of the super soldier he still held his resolve. The man was unbreakable. You were hoping when you came over he would just fucking say let's go to the room, we need to talk. Or kiss you. But nope. That would be too fucking easy.

While you were deep in thought, it landed on you and Bucky, technically. Wanda spoke up. "So is it Y/N or Bucky?" Most of the room shrugged. Nat and Steve exchanged glances and simultaneously said Bucky. Your eyes narrowed, but at this point, they could turn it either way and you would rather them fuck with Bucky than you. So you just smiled, happy to dodge the bullet and gave Bucky a fuck you face and causing him to glare.

Steve spoke up. "Truth or Dare, Buck?" Bucky thought it over. Sure that a dare would most certainly be as embarrassing as his and would include you and he wouldn't have it, so he chose the truth. Bad decision. "Truth."

Steve smiled deviously and took a swig of his Asgardian mead. "When was the last place that you jacked off and who was it to?"

Your head snapped to Bucky's face. It was stone cold and trained on Steve, it didn't leave his face and didn't betray any emotion at all. You were almost scared. Steve made the mistake of continuing. "C'mon man just be honest. I mean if your worried bout embarrassing yourself in front of Y/N. Don't. She's still sittin' on you knowing you jacked off in the common room..to her. All I'm asking is the last time and with who." He smirked at Buck.

Bucky still refused to look at you and spoke aloud. "This afternoon while she was in the shower. Fuck you, Steve." He tapped your leg signaling you to move, to which you complied, and he got up storming to the bedroom. You just stood there, and everyone was silent. Steve and Nat had a shit-eating grin. You were openmouthed and speechless but still smirking, this was your chance. Sure they were assholes, but they were your assholes.

"S-S-So I'm going to go handle that. Hopefully literally. You all can go fuck yourselves. But ----thank you very much." You winked and hastily went after him. He had slammed your room door, and you could hear him pacing and you stood outside considering what to say. Fuck it. Words aren't your thing anyway. You'd wing it and hope for the best.

You slowly opened the door, shut it and then just leaned against it. He was silently pacing the room in anger and agitation. "Bucky...." you whispered it not knowing if he may lash out but you had your powers if you needed.

"I'm sorry for invading your privacy or embarrassing you! I just ...I'm not a liar and he ...Fuck!" He paced some more then stopped and sat down in the chair and put his head in his hands. You took a few steps closer to him but stopped when he started speaking.

"When I came in to talk to you, you were showering. I heard moans. You just sounded so..... and I couldn't help myself. It was either that or walk around with a fuckin' hard-on, doll. And I mean ...yea. So I jerked off while you did the same. I'm so sorry." He still hid his face in embarrassment. You walked over to him and ran your fingers through his hair and looked up at you. "It's ok. It's not a big deal. I'm not embarrassed Bucky. I'm fucking flattered. You're sexy as hell and have thought of me twice getting off? Fuck me. That's hot. Who do you think I was thinking about in the shower?"

His eyes were clouded, and his face was confused as he took in every word. "Don't tease me doll. And it's been more than twice if I'm honest." You shook your head. "First. Stop flattering me. Second. You know me better than that." Your fingers scratched his scalp, and he let out a small groan, you could do this all day and it would still be more satisfying than sex with most men.

"What are we doing Y/N? I feel like everything between us has become so clouded. A game. I need to know. What am I to you?" He looked desperately into your eyes for answers. Afraid of rejection but fearful of the unknown anymore.

You pushed his chest and straddled his thighs. "I'm yours, James." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Say it again." You leaned into his ear. "I'm yours." His voice broke. "Say it with my name." You kissed just below his ear. "I'm yours, James. Tell me what you want from me. No games just up front."

You pulled away loving the honesty that he was willing to give you, the frankness. The idea of no questions, no mysteriousness, no trying to get Wanda to figure out what the hell was going on. Just knowing for once, from him what he wanted from you.

"I want you. I want your laughs, your sass, your foul ass language. I want to share Disney movie nights and for you to be the one next to me when I wake up from nightmares. I want to take care of you when your ass is all banged up from a mission, and I want to protect to from every asshole that looks at you when we go out, even though I know that you'll do just fine. I want to give you beard burn between your sweet ass thighs and make love to you some nights and fuck you up against the wall other nights. I want you to teach me everything I've missed, and I don't want to have another day without you as my best girl. But right now I want to kiss those delicious lips, and I want that pussy to get off on my thigh. Is that honest enough for you doll?"

Your face was red, you core was dripping while your heart was hammering against your chest. Was that enough? Enough for you to nearly come un-fucking-glued! You were reasonably confident that your super soldier picked up on everything with his enhanced senses because he was had the cockiest smirk you've ever seen on him. Something you'd imagine 40's James would sport. And it was sexy as hell.

"Well then get on with it, Sergeant. Now's not the time to disappoint a dame." He crushed his lips against yours, and the tasted was a mixture of beer and mint, his lips were warm and lush. You nipped at them causing him to growl, his fingers dug into your hips promising delicious bruises in the morning. You wanted marks and you craved everything that this man could give you. You wanted everyone to know that you were his, and you were going to mark him. You kissed down his jawline and found the spot on his neck and nibbled and sucked and left a deep bruise. He groaned, and you felt his cock twitch beneath you while your body involuntarily started to grind against his leg.

"Fuckk doll." He leaned into your neck and nosed behind your ear kissing his way along your jawline with his fingers prodding into your hips helping to drag you along his thick jean-clad thigh. "How are your thighs this large James?" He chuckled and you felt the vibrations as his tongue invaded your mouth, and his hands left you hips and traveled under your shirt up to your breasts. You could come on his thighs alone, but with his hands to the mix and his mouth on yours, there was no chance for you. In fact, you doubted that you would survive this man.

They felt so good when he flexed them and you moaned and the sensation and the friction beneath your core. He broke the kiss and looked at you for permission to which your reply was to lift your arms in the air with a shy smile. "Undress me, James." His eyes remained on you, ever the gentleman as he removed the shirt and bra. "When was the last time you were truely with someone." He lovingly kissed your shoulder with open mouth kisses. "Before the war. I fucked a few since then but it was sloppy and quick, some I even paid. I've...It's .. shit. Never like this."

He pulled away and looked at you. You put your arms on his shoulder, and he looked down at your tits. "Fuck, doll. You're heavenly. I've never needed someone so badly in my life until I met you." He kissed your collarbone and held your breasts with his warm and calloused hands and took each peak in his warm wet mouth and rolled them against his teeth eliciting a moan out of you. He jerked his thigh up reminding you to continue, and you picked up the pace knowing that you were about to come. You were a wet putty like mess in the soldier's hands and weren't even fully naked yet, and he was still fully clothed. Hell, you were just getting off on his thigh. "Ahhh James, M'close." He muttered "Come for me, doll. I've got you." With his metal hand, he helps to urge you on his leg while flexing it and his flesh hand worked one nub on your left breast, and his mouth nibbled and worked the other. Your orgasm crashed on you so fast and hard you didn't care who heard you. "Fuck James! Yes! AHH! That's it, soldier!" He took his mouth to yours and held you close, chest to chest.

"You're fucking lovely doll. I've never seen something so dirty and sexy. I didn't know someone could get off like that?" You blushed and tried to hide your face a moment but then decided against it, he just said he liked it. "Well if I could get off on my fingers alone, your delicious thick ass thigh is a fucking upgrade." He laughed and put his forehead to yours. "What's my girl want to do now?" Even after the sinful action that just happened, a blush crossed your cheeks. "Your girl huh?" He beamed a smile. "Oh yeah." He pointed at your love bites. "I marked my territory honey. You're mine now." You pointed at him and his deep bruise. "Hmm... So are you."

You reached for the bottom hem of his shirt while his eyes darkened even more as he allowed you to remove it. You stood while he just silently watched as you unbuttoned your pants then stood in front of him. "Take them off, Soldier." He leaned forward and kissed the top part of your panties and maintained eye contact as he pulled them down your thighs and as you stepped out of them. He loved watching your face as he did everything. He wanted to see every minute reaction he could pull from you, every moan, everything.  Like making it a memory so he would never forget anything. Before he could do another thing, you Tskd at him making his toss a look of confusion your way, but the only thought in your mind was having his cock in your mouth. You dropped to your knees and took off his pants, and black jockeys and his breathing became labored.

"Is this what you think about James?" He nodded looking pained, but you knew better. "I need your words, Sargeant." He groaned as you put your hands around is impressive length contemplating on how in the good fuck you were going to fit that beast in any part of your body, first starting with your mouth and just smirked.

"Yes, doll. I think about your wet mouth. Licking me, sucking me off. I think about those sweet lips on me. Those dirty words coming out of them. FU-fuuuck." You wrapped your lips around the top taking in the precum and taste. To finally have him gave you butterflies, no doubt. But the lust that spilled between your legs amazed even you. He was a fucking Adonis above you. Breathing heavy, loose hair around his face and stubble, biting that fucking delicious lip of his. You couldn't handle it, and your heart was ready to beat out of your chest like a fucking cartoon. Your eyes took him in as you sucked him off. The groans and your name coming out of his mouth were utterly sinful. Never in a thousand years would you think you could unravel a man in such a way. If he was an addict, you were the only drug that would quench the ache and craving he desired to put out the flame.

"Oh Fuck, Doll. Y/N right there, please...don't stop... I need you.. Yes, baby. Your mouth is so good. You were made for me."  His voice was broken and pleading with you, and you only hummed and moaned as his cock twitched. "Fuck me, doll. If your lips feel this good, I can only imagine how good your pussy is going to feel. I need you, doll. I need that pussy. Fuckk....I.Neeed.....Fuck." He grabbed you by the shoulders and stood you up abruptly. He crashed his lips onto you and bit. It wasn't meant to be rough but it was full of desire, and you loved it. He was deprived for so long and finally had you. You knew he could fuck and by Odin, you would fuck. But right now he needed it all. He wanted to explore, and he wanted passion and you would give him what he craved. Time.

He longed not to rush and to explore your body; to have passionate sex and intimacy that has been denied to him for too many years. Who would deny James Buchanan Barnes that? Maybe tits Magee out in the common room but not you. Momma didn't raise no fool.  You sure as hell wouldn't. As he held you close and kissed you hungrily you nearly yelped as he pulled you up in his arms. Your naked body wrapped around his bare waist. "You. Are. Fucking. Delicious. Tell me doll. Are you delicious everywhere?" He asked in a voice octaves lower than you had ever heard come from him.

You just stared at the God-like man before you for a moment, words not finding a way out of your mouth. He walked you over to the tall dresser and stood between your legs, and you flinched as he lowered between them and settled in. You weren't going to lie, it had been far too long since you had that intimacy. Lately, it was quick lays if anything at all. Since you met Buck, he was all that you wanted, and it was him that you got off to late at night by yourself.

When you felt his tongue do the first slow and tortuous swipe you shamelessly cried out.  "Oh fuck J-J-James." He took his mouth off momentarily and with a devilish smirk said, "You're positively dessert, Y/N. You keep saying my name like that I may come by that alone." He smirked and went back in between your legs and was at your core again.

His mouth was hot and he was damn near artful in his ministrations and worship your body. When he heard your moans and breathing pick up, he continued with what felt like an infinity symbol with his tongue and you loved it. You cried out loudly and without care. "James please use your fingers....your metal ones." He chuckled when you moaned again. "My dirty dame." When he started inserting his curved finger and found your g spot, you began getting even louder. "Oh James. Fuck...Your mouth. Oh ...fu-fucking shit...you feel so good." He sucked and nipped on the bundle of nerves causing you to come undone on him. Your fingers ran through Bucky's hair and tugged hard while your second orgasm of the night came crashing down when he growled loudly at the feeling of you pulling on his hair.

His face came up to yours and looked downright sinful while wet with your juices. He wiped them off with his hand, but you could still taste them in his kiss and you adored knowing that he did that to you and that he was yours and you were his. He tenderly began kissing you as he carried you to the bed and then gently covered your smaller body with his gigantic frame. You brushed his hair behind his ears. "Please tell me this is real." He smiled and nodded. "I hope to hell it is otherwise Steve and whoever else that fucked me over is paying dearly in the morning, you included." You knew he was joking. But through all the banter and tough facade, you fell in love and you'd be damned if you lost this man because of any confusion or dumbass mixup.

"I'll stay for as long as you'll have me and can deal with my shit." His voice broke as he said it but he smiled when you kissed him. "Deal. Just don't pull that woe is me bull shit and push me away, or I'll roundhouse your ass and knock you out." He kissed you with a smile on his ridiculously handsome face. "I have no doubt doll. No doubt."

He continued to kiss you, but you knew that he was nervous due to his tentative touches, so you decided to hurry things along and wrapped your legs around his waist; his cock was rubbing at your entrance, and you both moaned at the sensation it caused. "James please. I need you baby." He bit your jawline, and your hips thrust forwards and he blew out a deep sigh. "Shit. If I hurt you..." You bit his flesh shoulder. "You can kiss my boo-boos later and make up for it. Just fuck me or make love to me but I need you big ass cock now." He laughed into your shoulder. "Alright, Y/N."

He rubbed his cock at your entrance and slowly inserted it allowing you to adjust to the length and girth. His forehead touched yours while he closed his eyes trying to maintain his resolved to go slow. "Move James, I'm fine. I need you, Sarge." His eyes snapped opened and the pupils were dilated, and lust filled but you knew he was on the precipice and just needed one more push. You moved your hips, and he finally gave in, deliciously slow at first and then faster but steady. "Look at me, doll. I want to see you. I wanna know every face you make. See you when you come undone around my cock." You bit your lip at how sexy he looked and the dirty words coming out of his mouth. His hair sticking to his sweaty face and swollen red lips from kissing. The marks on his neck from you and the lines on his eyes from concentration. Fuck he was beautiful, and he was yours. The renewed  fervor in your body resulted in you gripping his hair tighter and pulling him into a deeper and more demanding kiss, claiming him.

"Talk to me, James. Is this what you thought about?" He grinned, loving the words spilled out of you. "Yes. Doll. I thought about this pussy around my hard cock. Squeezing it, but ahhhh--it feels so much better. So good." His words were calculated, and he knew what he was doing to you. He knew that the sounds of his voice and actions were making you come undone and it was only a matter of moments before you were done. With each hard thrust, he continued to talk to you with his hoarse voice; between sloppy kisses. "You're so good to me. You're fucking made for me. I fit so good in your tight pussy. I'm going to wreck it because it's mine and only mine. Y/N."

You groaned aloud at his dirty mouth, it was a drastic contrast to how he touched you, and you loved it. You knew you were going to love it when you played rough but even right now it was perfect. "It's better than I imagined James. Your cock is so big, and you fill me up so nice soldier. No one has ever filled me like you. I only want you .....ahh James fuck...Please baby. Cum in me....Yes... ahhh James... Fuck.." You felt him hit your g spot with each deep thrust and his metal hand when down to your clit and your walls starting fluttering around his cock. "Cmon doll. Come for me. Come for your, Sargeant." He grunted, and he was becoming chaotic as your orgasm took over the same time as his. Milking his cock as hot spurts coated your walls. He continued on to make sure that both of you were done and then collapsed on top of you. He propped most of his weight on his arms, but you would've gladly taken all of it.

"That was the most epic fucking euphoric thing I have ever experienced in my life, James Buchanan Barnes." He let out a wholehearted deep earth shattering laugh that shook his body and yours. He took himself out of you and rolled to the side. "You took the words right out of my mouth love."

You both lay there in a sweaty, breathless heap for several minutes. "I would say round two, but I kind of felt like that was several rounds rolled into one." He laughed. "Maybe it was more like a three-course meal." He winked at you, and your heart did a cartwheel.

"So.....whats next my handsome and sexy Bucky." He hummed in thought. "First. You call me James because my name has never been sweeter coming from anyone other than you. I fucking love it and I can assure you that only you will ever get away with it." You giggled like a fucking idiot at that and cherished the thought of nearly getting away with murder because that's what it felt like. A hundred years and you're probably the only person that he actually loves calling him James.

"Second. We go take a shower. Sleep in. Make love. Party a bit. Fuck a bit. Go back to the tower. I talk to you about moving in with me. Because let be honest, how are we going to share your Disney collection? Ain't happenin' doll. Then commences movie nights and date nights and so on. Sound good?"

He had it all planned out, and you slowly nodded because it sounded like the best damn thing since sliced bread. "Sounds like you got it all planned out, James." He kissed your nose. "Have since I first met you and seeing as how you already got part one on lock doll. Now let's get that shower taken care of. I got boo-boos to kiss...."

"Oh and by the way doll. You can keep Wanda out of my head from now on and just ask me. And just in case you didn't know. I'm  in love with ya, woman."

His Brooklyn accent took over and made you fall even harder. "I'll tell my witch to lay off and go the source. Better? " He smirked at your admission of Wanda but was a bit downcast of no I love you. You pushed his hair off of his face and leaned over him and looked into his cerulean blues and kissed the lips you've dreamt about a thousand time. You leaned over and kissed his scarred shoulder, and he took in a quick breath. "I love all of you, James. Every scar and every quirk.  Never doubt that." He nodded as you stared at him making him believe the words. "You make me dizzy with how you can be shy then sexy. Quiet then spill every fucking secret I've ever wanted to know; I wouldn't change one damn thing though." He shot you a shy smile and kissed the sweet spot on your neck where he had marked you.

"Now let's get to the part where you kiss my boo-boos.". He let out a husky laugh and held you close.

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Buster & Edie

Buster: I need to talk to you Edie: hot Edie: shoot Buster: Are you in a state to hear me or not? Edie: i got eyes n ears mckenna Buster: You know what I mean Edie: am i high, what you asking yeah Buster: Well, are you? Edie: when am i not, if you waitin for me be sober u gon be blueballed forever Buster: I just don't want to be talking to a brick wall Buster: Or repeating myself like it's my job Buster: Can you give me that or should we do this another time? Edie: i ain't indie i stay functioning unless i'm nodding Edie: and we wouldn't be flirting rn if i was so off you go Edie: i'm listening Buster: Alright Buster: Drew got lifted on St Paddy's night carrying fuck knows how much Buster: He could get as much as 14 years but I doubt it Edie: ha Edie: s'funny Buster: Do you want me to hit you up again when we know how long he's getting? Edie: nah i'll just pretend he got 14, fitting Edie: how old indie is yeah Edie: paroled himself into pen, ha Buster: No way that cunt'll get max Buster: He never does Buster: But sure Edie: you ain't need to tell me Edie: 'bout to be 16 right here Buster: I was more speaking my own frustrations, babe Buster: But you know Edie: tell me all about 'em Edie: peak daddy issues right now, i'll see u right init Buster: Shut up Buster: You've got a man for that Edie: you ain't Edie: omg are you coming out to me rn Buster: Obviously yeah Buster: Your sister's my beard, like Buster: Don't be an idiot Buster: Also I ain't got daddy issues yet so why we talking about me? Edie: makes more sense than what u playing as truth Edie: wanna talk about mine some more Edie: cool Buster: I wanna make sure you're okay Buster: So sue me, babe Edie: sweet Edie: makes no odds to me does it Buster: You tell me Buster: I ain't speaking for you Edie: he ain't been about Edie: i ain't about Buster: I know that's bullshit 'cause they saw you Buster: You could've come in, had a drink Buster: You still can Buster: Fight your way through the tourists, like Edie: i dun wanna cover up your homo ways w you boy i'm soz Buster: Fuck off Buster: You love it Buster: What are you doing that's better? Edie: my mans Edie: like you said Buster: I'm so offended right now Buster: But fine Edie: gutted Edie: any more sad news to get me juiced Buster: I don't reckon Buster: You did talk my sister into therapy though so nice one Edie: whey Edie: slainte Buster: Yeah Edie: vulnerability all round Edie: get u some ur so welcome Buster: What is that meant to mean? Edie: u tellin me my daddy going gone so u can pipe me, so sayin Edie: uncovering all her trauma Edie: 🙌 Buster: Bullshit Buster: Don't be like that Edie: like what Buster: Fucked Edie: boring Buster: If that's your threshold Edie: for your boringness Edie: yeah Buster: Fine Buster: I'll go then Buster: See you later Edie: toodles Buster: Yeah yeah Buster: You know where I am if you actually need anything or wanna talk, babe Edie: desperate Edie: what you actually wanna say Edie: babe Buster: 'Course Buster: You're that irresistible, Eds Buster: I've said what I came here to say Buster: You can't blame me for wondering if that boy can string a sentence together, like Buster: Who else you talking to? Edie: fun times Edie: lots of people Buster: Yeah? Buster: Good Edie: 'fact Edie: one of my lads 'bout to go in Edie: 🤞 they get the same pen, visit 'em both ay Buster: Someone's got to Edie: you know indie will Edie: probably ro too Buster: Nah Buster: They're both over it Edie: nah Edie: indie likes her free gear and ro likes her bit of rough Buster: You're out the loop, kid Edie: you're kidding yourself you think anything changed Edie: been here many times, u weren't about Buster: I know they have Buster: I've seen them both, you ain't Edie: oh babe Edie: no smart mckennas left Edie: so sad Buster: Don't patronise me, babe Buster: You wish Edie: don't play dumb Buster: Don't play like you know anything that's going on Buster: I'd say you'll see but we both know you won't Edie: i got bored of it Edie: wait til you on your thousandth rerun of everyone's shit, you will too Buster: Bored ain't the word for what I am Edie: nah Edie: go on then if ur so smart Edie: impress me with that vocab Buster: Fuck that Buster: I don't need to prove anything to you Buster: I'm smart enough to know it's not worth bothering Edie: that riveting is it Edie: well enjoy his downfall whilst it lasts Edie: dun expect me to join in celebrations Buster: I ain't celebrating nor waiting on you Buster: I've got plenty of other shit to do Edie: clearly Edie: clogging up my inbox inviting me for drinks Buster: I'm here for Rio I ain't here for you Buster: She wanted me to tell you so I have Buster: End of Edie: now u have Edie: probs suck ur dick well done u Buster: She doesn't need the incentive Buster: But thanks for caring Edie: disgusting Buster: You brought it up Buster: Don't if you don't wanna hear about it Edie: yeah just ignore it like it ain't happening with the rest Edie: cool Buster: There's not ignoring it or talking about my sex life as the only two options Buster: Again, you wish Buster: None of this is being ignored by any of my fam Edie: it ain't being dealt with either is it Buster: Speak for yourself Buster: I'm dealing with it every day Edie: no one making u do it Buster: Nobody's making you do anything you are either Edie: welllll i ain't fucking my cuz either so i'm good Buster: That don't make you good Buster: Hilarious maybe Edie: soz ill get to work so i can be up to standard Edie: options ain't limited Buster: Tell me something I don't know Buster: I can do anything I want Buster: How about you? Edie: you can Edie: i am Buster: Proud of you, like Edie: should be Edie: mixed messages otherwise Buster: That's not about to worry me Buster: I only came to deliver one message and it's done Edie: 💔 Edie: obvs Buster: Good to know Edie: relay that if you like Edie: get 'em all feeling good Buster: I don't chat shit anymore Buster: Sorry Edie: why u sorry Edie: idc Edie: they won't love it Buster: 'Cause I know you'd love me to pass this whole convo on but I ain't Edie: aw bummer Edie: so sad Edie: hit 'em with the round robin Buster: You always want me to be your errand boy Buster: So transparent Edie: you wanna be around em so much Edie: i don't Edie: both get what we want Buster: I wanna be here, I don't want them in my face Buster: And especially not on your account Edie: sure Edie: so transparent Buster: Funnily enough, your fam are really annoying Buster: You think you're the only one who knows that? Edie: also your fam but go off Edie: makes it weird when u think on it huh Buster: No, I'm talking about your mob Buster: They ain't my immediate Buster: I'm not seeing them all at breakfast like Edie: me either Edie: i'm as related to them as you are Buster: Bullshit Buster: Your saw your brothers the other fucking day Buster: What was that? A coincidence Buster: Come on Edie: Could be Edie: they were out on street alone Edie: i coulda been anyone Buster: They were outside the pub Buster: Lie better if you're gonna try Edie: on st paddys day Edie: do better if you really dont want ur kids missing Buster: If you were my kid I would Edie: hearteyes Edie: ain't that just what i wanna hear Buster: I don't give a fuck Buster: We're having a convo I'm not playing to an audience Buster: Your parents are shit, what do you want me to do? Edie: i dunna ring social Buster: Ring them yourself Buster: You're the one they failed Buster: It aint your brothers or me Edie: oh yh rest of em are golden Buster: Yeah, as good as they can be Buster: Nobody's perfect Edie: ha Edie: now u bullshitting Buster: No I ain't Buster: What's so fucked up about any of them? Go on Edie: long Edie: u wanted this list u should've given me 3 working days Buster: Keep stalling while you make up your bullshit, babe Buster: I'll be here then Edie: what i gotta make up Edie: your whole thing is evidence of the first and worst, like Edie: why i wasting my time telling u when u don't wanna hear Buster: There's nothing wrong with Rio Buster: But feel free to hit me with that list on the rest of them when you're ready Edie: oh god Buster: Is that all you've got? Buster: Good then Edie: all needs telling to u Edie: u dont care bout the rest of them and how fucked up they are 'til they of age Edie: end of Buster: You don't care about any of them so don't lecture me Edie: sure don't Edie: who lecturing you want the list so bad Edie: k bundy Buster: Whatever Edie: 😂 Buster: I'll see you around on your brother's twitter feed, like Edie: cute u care Buster: Yeah I know Buster: I've been told Edie: i bet Edie: ⭐ Buster: Feel free if you need the cash Buster: Low risk Edie: huh Buster: I'm a safe bet, babe Buster: Don't you know? Edie: u make me wanna throw up in my mouth a bit Edie: not rlly my thing but u make it work 4 u Buster: Yeah I do Edie: ick Edie: stop Edie: i just ate Buster: Good to know Buster: At least you're not gonna starve to death Edie: such a drama queen too Edie: how do u actually get laid its impressive Edie: b4 the whole incest vibe Buster: Talk about mixed messages Buster: Stop flirting with me, babe Buster: I liked it better when you were playing hard to get Edie: boiiiiii Edie: u think that flirting u need to watch out Edie: calling u repugnant Buster: Yeah yeah Edie: oh that's who u remind me of Edie: american psycho Edie: what was his name Edie: gets horny over card stock Buster: Good one Buster: You're funny Edie: i know Edie: imma rewatch Buster: Cute Buster: You don't have to miss me you can just come see me Edie: ew Edie: bateman Edie: ha Edie: funny Edie: indie would laugh Buster: I'll tell her Buster: See if she does Edie: aw Edie: domestic bliss Buster: Yeah Edie: gotta give it to yuh Edie: hustlin on the next Edie: been there Edie: clever Buster: What? Edie: got her good to go when u get bored of ri Buster: You're fucked Buster: She's a kid Edie: whatevs Edie: 4 years ain't a big deal Buster: Yeah it fucking is Buster: When she's 14 Buster: Don't fucking say shit like that to me or about me Edie: dry Buster: Sort your head out Buster: Seriously Edie: what Edie: i don't wanna fuck a 14 year old Edie: n i ain't Buster: Neither do I Buster: Fuck you Edie: cool Edie: keep it legal but dubious Edie: that's how u rollin Buster: Shut up Buster: You don't know what you're talking about Edie: sadly do Edie: u really splash it all over socials Buster: I'm not doing anything wrong Buster: Unlike that boy fucking you Edie: what u gonna do call garda Edie: who cares Buster: You have enough of an opinion about my moral code Buster: Sort yours Edie: oooo victim blaming hahaah Edie: have u for that the feminazis Buster: Give a shit Buster: What are you gonna do, tell on me? Edie: they sense that shit from mile way Edie: dun need to Buster: I'm so scared Edie: same Buster: It's been fun Buster: I gotta go Edie: it hasn't Edie: ✌