#one punch man fanfic

[animeficsworld]

Breed You

Warning: SMUT

Summary: Genos with breeding kink.

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Your body was hot, the whole room smelled like sex and sweat. The only sounds in the room were your moans and occasionally Genos also made sounds.

After Dr Kuseno finally finished to create a realistic penis for Genos, to your cyborg boyfriend's request, so you could make this huge step in your relationship, and since Genos arrived back to your place with his brand new toy, you had been at it. 

From deep, sensual lovemaking, to behaving like heated dogs, you have been through it. And that is how you realized that Genos had many kinks.

He loved to be praised, and when you told him what to do, he loved to watch you take control and since his penis was as realistic as possible with feel sensors built-in so he would feel just as good as you are. 

But one thing you were yet to discover. 

And as he was on top of you, slamming into you at a high speed with his coordinated movements. 

He didn't talk but his eyes made up for it. He looked determined to drive you to another high. 

"Genos." his name left your mouth for the thousandth time that day. But this time you sounded a bit tired. Genos' sensitive ears easily picked up on it.

"Just a little bit more." he said. Since he never felt such pleasure before, he didn't want to stop, but one thing was also in his mind, to mark you. To make you his, to fill you up. 

He wasn't even sure if he would be able to cum. He knew an orgasm was a thing, but he wasn't even sure if he would be able to cum like a real man, but he didn't care. He was determined. 

And so as he reached his high, he completely stopped moving, he felt you clench around him, you threw your head back as you came along with him. 

"Mine." was all you heard him mutter. And that is when you realized. It explained why he prefered to keep you so close and how easily he could get jealous. 

He wanted you to be only his. 

"I love you, Genos." you said as the tired cyborg's heavy body fell onto yours, with him still being in you, you felt something drip out. You knew it couldn't be his semen, so you assumed Dr Kuseno must have added that detail as well. 

"I love you too, you are mine." 

You felt him slip out and off you, he pulled you close and pulled a blanket over your naked bodies.

"I'm yours." you told him because you knew he needed to hear it, so as you hugged him closer to you, it reassured him, you were his and he was yours. 

[navstuffs]

genos gives you chocolate. lots of chocolate (gn!reader, tiny angst with FLUFFY ENDING)

you are really not expecting anything during valentine's day this year. you see, it had been a couple of months since you started "dating" genos, aka demon cyborg. the problem? he insisted on bringing saitama everywhere.

you initially didn't mind, since both of them had saved your life from a monster. but on your last "date", you literally had enough, and even saitama seemed to realize that. again, the master was better than the pupil.

"i just didn't know why he keeps asking me on dates since he brings saitama with him," you mumble to yourself.

it is valentines's day and you are waiting for genos outside a metro station. you really are on your limit now; you love him, but only him. you really weren't interested in a poly relationship.

a small commotion starts, and you look in that direction, seeing someone carrying tons of boxes of chocolate, attracting everyone's looks. tons. you giggle, wondering who would be lucky person when the pile starts coming in your direction.

"wait a minute..." you groan, recognizing the robotic form. it is your boyfriend genos.

and no saitama around.

he stops right in front of you, and you think there are more than a hundred boxes of different types of chocolate in there. you look at your small package, embarrassed.

"what is all that?" you ask, surprised. genos looks at you like you are crazy.

"it is valentine's day?"

"well, i know of. what is all that?" you ask, pointing at all the chocolates.

"chocolates. for you."

"genos, there must be around a hundred chocolates in there. how am i supposed to eat all of that? or even carry that home?"

"i will take it for you after the date."

"and you are going to carry that around everywhere? who gave you that idea?"

"saitama-sensei."

of course, he did. you roll your eyes, waiting for him to appear any minute behind your boyfriend. he doesn't and genos starts speaking, his tone serious.

"sensei suggested you have been feeling neglected since we both realized you want to spend time alone with me, and i—" genos stops, and you can swear he looks a little bit embarrassed "—have been hurting you. for that, you have my apologies. i didn't mean to."

it is really the first time you have been talking about feelings since the first time you kissed, and you asked him on a date. you gulp, waiting.

"if you allow me, it will be just us in dates now. no saitama-sensei."

"and the hero stuff?"

"that might be of disturbance, but i will try to make sure it isn't."

you think for a moment, his yellow eyes glued on your expression and decision. genos didn't quite have any romantic relationships well, since you. you were his first one. there were many new things going on even for him; genos was learning and discovering how to love and be loved. he is worthy of another chance.

"fine. but, if i see saitama lurking around anywhere, you will never see me again, genos."

"fair enough."

you don't see it, but behind you, saitama, disguised with his famous orange wig gives a thumbs-up to genos. genos answers back and saitama disappears in the crowd.

"and why this much chocolate? saitama thought you would buy my love?"

"no, he just said the easiest way to a lover's heart is through their belly."

"you have to learn a loot more about me, genos."

"i suppose i do," he says, smirking ear to ear. you have a good feeling about this.

part of my valentine's day special 4/5 to go. i didn't even know i would be able to finish this since it is close to midnight in brazil BUT I DID. IT IS MISSING ONE AND I WILL BE DONE (it is not midnight where i live SO IT COUNTS)

[scary-senpai]

search and rescue

Fandom: One-Punch Man

Genre: Humor, some suspense, happy ending

Summary: Manako has a lot of (good) friends in high places. She just doesn't know it yet.

For Wanpanmas 2023.

Prompt: Keep Warm

The wind howled, the temperature dropped, and the day grew dim. Flashy Flash became increasingly worried. How might Manako fare under these conditions? In spite of his occupation, he knew very little about monster biology. Were they warm-blooded, like humans—capable of maintaining homeostasis, to a point? Or were they more like reptiles—cold-blooded and adaptable? But Manako didn't seem cold-blooded in any sense. Perhaps that's why Flash hated to think of her all alone in the wilderness. Helpless, above ground, far from the only home she'd ever known… Flash shivered against the cold, and the snow fell like stars all around him.

[[read on ao3]]

[the-broken-bleeding-rose]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ワンパンマン | One-Punch Man Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Genos/Saitama (One-Punch Man) Characters: Genos (One-Punch Man), Saitama (One-Punch Man) Additional Tags: Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Exploration, First Love, Inexperienced Genos (One Punch Man), Sexual Content, Awkward Sexual Situations, Awkward Boners, First Crush Series: Part 1 of Lessons In Love Summary:

A story in which Genos gets a penis and learns how to masturbate <3

[awkwardlyfangirly]

the other day i randomly remembered these fics and they're so so good and i think more people should read them so if u like one-punch man definitely check them out 😭😭

[glitter-gummy-bears]

One punch cat!

As Sonic crouched in the shadows he could hardly contain the grin stretching across his face. Today was the day... After a month of training his body and mind, after refining every last weapon at his disposal, after all the blood sweat, and tears, he was ready. Today, Saitama would die!

Currently, the ninja was right outside the egg-heads apartment, waiting for the other man to arrive home. He didn't even need to worry about the cyborg getting in his way because the teen was out until later tonight. Everything was going his way for once.

After a few more minutes of waiting, a familiar bald head came into view. Sonic licked the sweat off his lip as he readied his sword and prepared to jump.

"Sonic, is that you?"

Sonic froze. Saitama had sensed him already!? How the hell did the baldy even know it was him!?

"Come on out if you want a treat."

If the ninja's jaw wasn't clenched like a pissed-off clam it would have dropped. What the hell was Saitama doing!? If this was some new tactic to throw the ninja off his rhythm, congrats it worked!

Sonic, still baffled by the whole thing, watched as Saitama reached into one of his shopping bags and pulled out a can of something. As the sound of the opening can hit Sonic's ears a black blur shot out from one of the alleyways.

"MEOW!"

"Alright, alright, no need to yell at me."

The hero placed the food in front of the scrappy-looking cat, who swiped at the man's hands with a hiss before stuffing its face.

"Feisty today, aren't ya Sonic?"

This time the ninja's jaw did drop.

"SAITAMA!"

Sonic jumped from his hiding place and slashed his sword. A second later he was on his back with his weapon in pieces.

Saitama looked at him with that same infuriatingly, uninterested expression. "Oh, hey Sonic. Haven't seen you in a while."

"What the hell-explain yourself Saitama!" Sonic hollered, pointing the handle of his shattered sword at the hero.

"Explain myself?" Saitama trailed off looking confused.

Sonic gestured angrily at the cat who was finished with its food and cleaning its face.

"Ooooooh, you mean the cat?"

Saitama reached down to pet the feline with an amused smile on his face.

"It shows up every once in a while to hiss at me until I give it food." Saitama looked up, smile turning a bit smug, "It reminded me of you so I started calling it Sonic."

"You-you!" Sonic couldn't even find the words he wanted to say.

"I mean, just look," the hero scooped up Sonic the cat and held it out towards the original Sonic, "you're practically twins."

The black cat had a mean-looking face with a slightly mangled ear. Even the most passionate cat lovers would call it ugly. It hissed at the ninja before jumping out of Saitama's hands and running away.

"Aw, you scared it."

"YOU'RE DEAD!"

Enraged beyond belief, Sonic attacked. He punched and kicked and stabbed but the hero dodged every strick.

"Aw man, I feel kinda bad fighting you now. It feels like animal abuse in a way."

This only made the ninja madder. He charged at the hero with a flurry of more kicks and punches. He might have even destroyed a building in his rage.

Unfortunately for Sonic, all that anger made him sloppy. Before Sonic even knew what was happening Saitama had grabbed him by the back of the shirt, dangling him in the air, and delivered a gentle but firm poke to the back of the head. Sonic was out like a light.

For the first time ever, Saitama felt a bit bad for knocking Sonic unconscious. Sure, the guy was a villain, but now all he could see was an annoying cat.

"Well, I guess the least I can do is feed him like Cat-Sonic."

Saitama lifted the boy onto his shoulder and headed inside.

"I'll text Genos and tell him we're having a guest tonight."

[emeraldoodles]

Shigeo is asking Reigen for advice on asking out a special boy!

I really love @pearliegrimm fic "Sometimes That's Better". It's hilarious and I was literally laughing out loud while reading it. I hope to draw more comics from the fic (adding to my long list of WIPs).

This is a scene from the very first chapter, so if you enjoyed it go check out the fic!

[lauraneedstochill]

The object of my desires

summary: You overhear Aemond making a snarky remark about the way you dress. You decide to teach him a lesson.

warnings: friends to lovers (both are idiots), a dash of angst, Aegon gets punched (but he redeems himself), a lot of teasing, things get very heated (NSFW: it is smut but not very detailed so don't get your hopes up), with a sprinkle of softness

words: ~6500 (it was supposed to be shorter but they started making out...)

author's note: the idea first popped into my head months ago when I saw this post. also, for the longest time I've been thinking that “you are the bane of my existence” monologue is a perfect fit for Aemond — and yet I haven't seen a single fic * using that quote?! so I finally decided to give it a try.

If anyone asked you to describe your relationship with Aemond, you would’ve said that the two of you were almost friendly. The almost part was the trickiest one to explain because, even though both of you acted very content with the way of things, you still couldn’t help but think that you wanted something more, no matter how much you’ve tried to deny it.

You got to know him through Helaena who you befriended when you were ten and six. A year older than you, she was the weird girl no one wanted to talk to and you approached her out of curiosity but soon learned that she had a cheerful nature and quite a nimble mind. She loved your sharp sense of humor and energetic wit and the two of you became close, your contrasting personalities complimenting each other very well.

Your introduction to her brothers was brief and for a couple of months, you didn’t interact with either of them. She’s been married to Aegon for four years back then and even though he immediately didn’t strike you as a faithful husband — always a cup away from being wasted and shamelessly gazing at every maid’s legs — he mostly looked harmless. Aemond, however, was the exact opposite — guarded and collected, he kept his distance from everyone, making it clear that it was his choice. You could only get a good look at the prince when you were passing the training yard, and a couple of times you found your gaze lingering on him — on the lean body and tense muscles, on the way he moved the sword with ease. In those moments you felt the danger radiating off him, yet it never scared you away. But you knew better than to fawn over the prince who seemingly paid you no mind.

A significant change came on the evening of Aegon’s ten and ninth birthday which Helaena begged you to come to — you weren’t fond of big events but couldn’t say no to her. For the most part, the feast was tolerable as you’ve spent it by her side, making glib remarks about the guests, much to your friend’s amusement. But when the celebration died down and all the nobles began to disperse, Aegon, drunk out of his mind, decided to make advances toward his wife whom he ignored for the duration of the evening. His approach was harsh and unexpected, and the look on Helaena’s face shuttered your heart. 

“Your grace, your manners escape you,” you tried warning him, shielding your friend but Aegon was too wasted to notice your fiery gaze. In his inebriated state, he probably mistook you for a maid as he grabbed your arm in an effort to shove you aside. Next thing you know, your fist connected with his nose — and then Aegon was lying on the floor, eyes wide and blood gushing down his face as you stood next to him, fuming. Before he could think of an answer, Aemond appeared out of nowhere — just in time to drag his brother away, while the drunkard was hurling insults at you in a frenzy. Only when they left, it dawned on you what you just did. 

You expected for the king’s guard to come for your head in the morrow, but instead, a few surprising things happened. First, you learned that the boys didn’t rat you out, making it look like they were the ones who got into a fight. Aegon did apologize to Helaena and from that day, his temper softened as he never dared to repeat his mistake. But, most importantly, Aemond took a sudden interest in you.

Overall, his behavior stayed the same, but you regularly caught him looking in your direction, and every time you saw each other, he made sure to acknowledge your presence. He never initiated the conversation first, only sometimes curtly voicing his opinion, yet you noticed him paying attention to your chattering with Helaena — and you could swear that a few times he suppressed a laugh at your jokes.

The mystery veil that the prince was surrounded with sparked your curiosity, and you wanted to crack down his guard, to get a chance to know him. The opportunity presented itself one day when Helaena and you came to watch Aemond train. You saw him and Criston arguing as the prince was late to his studies but Cole refused to let Aemond leave until he wins the last bout. Whether he wasn’t in the right mood or had something distracting him, Aemond kept losing, and his teacher only pushed him further, relentless in his attempts.

“Ser Criston, you’re putting yourself in harm's way,” you chimed in, making the man turn to you with a chuckle, while Aemond gave you a tired look.

“May it be that the finest swordsman of the realm is simply avoiding his responsibilities?” you suggested with a light grin.

“Mayhaps he is in need of some encouragement, lady Y/N,” Cole teased. 

“Well, I would've volunteered to share the burden of learning with him,” you remark. “If only he could win this one bout,” you added, keeping eye contact with the prince.

It took Aemond about two minutes to knock his opponent to the ground which made Helaena gasp in surprise while you were trying to hide a smile. Without a word, Aemond came to you, and the two of you went to the library. On your way there, he kept silent, but you were not intimidated at all. When you walked into the room, Aemond hesitated as if giving you a chance to change your mind. But you boldly turned to him:

“If you mean to scare me with the prospect of studying, I should warn you that I've read more books than you can count,” you informed the prince.

It was the first time when you saw him smiling — widely and shamelessly, looking very smug.

“You are full of surprises, my lady,” he grinned. “Do you mean to challenge me?”

It turned out that Aemond liked challenges, and you enjoyed being one. Since that day, you got into the habit of joining him in the library and the prince would accompany you in his free time more often than not. You would dare him to read faster, to fight harder, to engage in conversations — or sometimes to simply have fun. Whenever you had a reason to disagree with him, he was always respectful and found himself entertained by your way of thinking, which made your discussions and even arguments span for hours.

As years went by, you kept playfully bantering back and forth, and Helaena told you that you were the only one allowed to act like that around her brother. You couldn’t understand what his motives were but it was hard to deny that his company was pleasant. Aemond grew up into quite an eligible bachelor and his attention did flatter you, even though he never crossed the line. Sometimes you even dared to entertain the thought that maybe — just maybe — Aemond had a soft spot for you.

Until one day things took a turn.

Helaena’s twentieth birthday was meant to be just another celebration that you would’ve skipped if it wasn’t for her. The only way for you to pass the time was dancing which you’ve actually come to love in recent years, enjoying the rhythm of the music that helped to lighten your mood. Your dear friend mostly preferred to sit back so you were often compelled to find yourself a company that would be bearable, at the very least.

That evening, you got acquainted with Jacaerys Velaryon, the boy being younger than you but a foot taller. He approached you with a small smile on the pretext of knowing Helaena, and you soon learned that he was a good dancer. But the best thing about Jace was that he spend most of his time talking about his betrothed, Baela, who he was absolutely smitten with. The girl sadly couldn’t be present as she had to stay with her dad, who recently sailed home, and the dark-haired boy couldn’t keep his mouth shut. All the time while dancing he was either gushing about her or asking your advice, which you found adorable and gladly chatted with him.

Throughout the feast, you felt Aemond looking at you, probably more than usual. You knew that he wasn't fond of dancing and even though his gaze on you felt rather good, deep down you wished that he was the one you were spending time with. After a couple of hours, however, you saw his usual spot empty, and the prince was nowhere to be found. For some reason, you got a very bad feeling and, after leaving Jace to take a break, you went to Helaena. She informed you that Aemond left not so long ago, adding that it looked like her brother was upset about something.

That's how you ended up roaming through the castle halls, giving in to the unsettling feeling churning in your stomach. Passing by one of the chambers, you suddenly hear voices and realize that it's Aemond talking to his brother. You don’t mean to eavesdrop and were about to turn around — but then Aegon mentions your name.

“You are foolish to wait for so long. You could’ve at least asked Y/N for a dance,” his remark is followed by gulping sounds. Is he ever without a cup? You hold back a giggle — which quickly disappears when you hear Aemond’s answer:

“I prefer not to waste my time on such futile activities,” and his voice is unexpectedly grim.

“You may want to reconsider when the lady has every man’s attention. Even the Velaryon boy was pretty much drooling,” he chuckles, and his words make your brows furrow as you are certain he has no ground to suggest that. You’re a moment away from drowning in doubts, but the younger prince brings you back to reality. 

“I suppose it's hard not to, with the way she's been dressing lately,” Aemond deadpans.

He says it with a flat tone — yet it feels like a punch that knocks all of the air out of your lungs. There's a brief pause — and Aegon sounds almost sober when he asks, with a hint of surprise in his voice:

“And what about her dresses?”

“I found them to be... rather bawdy. Although I’m not impressed in the slightest,” Aemond forces out.

Your heart sinks at his words, cheeks heating up. You wait for him to say anything else, to give an explanation, at least one reason for his accusations but there is none. Aegon laughs — and you feel sick to your stomach, realizing that you cannot bear listening to their conversation any longer.

You walk away as quietly as possible, with cotton feet and your hands shaking. You rush past the hall and out of the castle, tears pricking in your eyes. Only once you're all alone, embraced by the silence of the night, you take a deep breath of air. Aemond’s words are ringing in your ears, loud and clear. You look down at your dress in disbelief: the neckline is basically non-existent, your arms are fully covered, and it barely shows any skin at all. And yet he thinks this is inappropriate? 

Your cheeks are wet and burning yet you feel anger bubbling in your chest. You never thought Aemond could be cruel — and yet it’s him, out of all people, who let those vile words slip out of his mouth like they meant nothing. Like you meant nothing to him. For years, you heard people calling him cold-hearted and arrogant but you were naive to believe that the prince made an exception for you. Out of all the mistakes you’ve made so far, this one might’ve been the most painful one.

Your outrage spreads like a wildfire as you think back to every interaction you’ve had with Aemond, his every glance and every word that fooled you into thinking that he cared. Was he secretly criticizing you the whole time? How many other jokes did he make behind your back? Who even gave him the right to judge whether your dresses are acceptable or not? As if he is any different from all the other men whose brains turn into mush when they get a glimpse of a female body.

You stop dead in your tracks when an idea suddenly forms in your head. It’s very uncharacteristic of you — at first, you hesitantly brush it off, thinking that it’s not wise to make any emotional decisions. And yet the idea keeps nagging at you for the remainder of the night and for a few hours you ponder if you should take such a brazen approach. But then his unkind remark pops back in your memory — over and over and over.

By the time the morning comes, you make up your mind.

He says he isn’t impressed in the slightest? There is only one way to find out for sure.

On the very next day, you take Helaena for a walk in the garden, well aware that her brothers will accompany you as Aegon doesn’t have anything else to do and Aemond prefers to take a stroll after his training. Your dress is close-fitted yet modest, not an inch shorter than necessary. It is not about the dress but what’s underneath it — and the object in question clinks lightly with your every step. You show it to Helaena right away and she finds it delightful, the jingling only making her smile. Then her siblings come to join you, you curtsy but barely spare Aemond a glance. You don’t ask a single question about his day, instead taking interest in Aegon. The older prince gives you a suspicious side-eye but welcomes the chatting. It doesn’t take long before he notices the sound, too.

“Am I the only one who can hear the clinking? I am almost certain that it’s not just in my head,” he debates.

“Oh, it’s Y/N’s doing,” Helaena beams unsuspectingly.

“Apologies, my prince, it’s my aunt’s gift that caught your ear,” you slow down and take a few seconds to make sure you’ve got everyone’s attention.

And then, with one gentle motion, you pull up your dress — ever so slightly, just enough to show your ankle and the thin bracelet wrapped around it. The jewelry is made out of gold and it instantly catches the sunlight, casting warm sparkles on your skin. It’s decorated with tiny coins which make a jingling sound as you slowly turn your leg from side to side.

“I thought it was rather pretty. Don’t you think?” you only look at Aegon.

“Umm yes,” he gulps. “Rather pretty it is,” the prince mumbles, and then his gaze shifts to someone else. You don’t need to turn your head to know who he’s looking at. Instead, you continue with your walk without a care in the world.

“I should ask my aunt to bring you a similar one, my dear,” you suggest to Helaena and she eagerly agrees.

You have a few other gifts for Aemond, too.

Next time you opt for a different bracelet — with no coins and no jingling, a simple golden chain. But your dress is a tad bit shorter and the jewelry catches everyone’s eye with ease as it looks like a ray of light curled around your ankle. You deliberately walk through the training yard, arm-in-arm with Helaena. You give Ser Christon the brightest smile, and he politely nods in your direction.

“Good morrow, ladies.”

“How's your training coming along, Ser Criston?” you ask, and it feels strange to talk to him instead of Aemond. You bitterly remind yourself that you apparently overstated the value of those conversations.

“I'm afraid, we are hardly progressing. Mayhaps you will keep us company? I fear, we are in need of some cheerful words,” Cole shoots a glance at the prince who stands by, his eye fixed on you.

“Aren’t we all, Ser Criston,” you tilt your head at him. “But it seems like my pursuit of lessening your burden did nothing good,” and before he can ask anything else, you walk away, ignoring Aemond completely.

Helaena senses that something is off, giving you a worried look:

“Is there anything troubling you, Y/N?”

“Not when I'm with you, my friend,” you reassure her and force your smile to look as believable as possible.

Partially, it is true as her company always brings you joy and you don’t want to sour her mood by recalling Aemond's words that wounded your pride. You refuse to admit that he also grazed your heart.

In a week, you accept Helaena’s invitation to join them for breakfast and you decide to up your game. It's the perfect time of year for sleeveless dresses but the one you pick also has a daring addition: two thin cuts under your armpits. They are barely visible but when you put your arms up, it's easy to distinguish the contour of your ribcage and the softness of your skin peeking through.

You sit by Helaena's side, easily keeping up with the conversation and not glancing at Aemond once. After the food is taken away and everyone starts wandering around the room, you get up to fix your hair, standing not too far away from the dining table as you raise your hands and run your fingers into your hairdo.

“May I offer assistance?” Aegon leans on the wall next to you, his mouth curling into a smile.

You roll your eyes and are about to shush him when he quietly adds:

“I know what you are doing,” you turn your gaze to him, and he winks at you. “From the look on my brother’s face, I can tell you that it’s working.”

You fight the urge to look at Aemond.

“I’m afraid I can’t share your concerns,” you are fiddling with hairpins absentmindedly.

Aegon shoots a glance over your shoulder and then back at you:

“He seems pretty bothered to me. Also pissed, but that may be my doing.”

“Look at you, my little helper,” you ramble as the cool air sneaks into the cuts of your dress, and you slightly quaver.

“Well, if you are ever in need of a helping hand...”

“I will not hesitate to stick this pin into your eye,” you cut him off.

“No need!” Aegon throws up his hands, cackling. “I'd like to keep them both. So I can have a better look at my brother’s reaction when you do... whatever you plan on doing,” the shit-eating grin on his face tells you that he is enjoying this.

But when you turn around and suddenly make eye contact with Aemond, your own enjoyment fades. You notice his frown and the probability of you being the reason for it doesn’t bring any satisfaction. You let Helaena lead you away, feeling his gaze on your back as you walk out.

You do not yield to your emotions, continuing with your plan, as days turn into weeks, and then a month goes by without you as much as sharing a word with Aemond. Truth be told, you want nothing more than to stay away from him at all costs but you will not give him the satisfaction. He said he didn’t like the way you dress — and you make sure he sees every single dress you are in. You stay within the bounds of decency as you definitely have no intention to disgrace yourself, and none of your dresses are borderline scandalous, contrary to what any prince may think. You deign to let him see the curve of your neck with your hair up high, the bending of your shoulders and the sunkissed skin of your arms, the arc of your knees and mere glimpses of the upper part of your legs. You leave the rest to his imagination — granted, he has a good one considering how much time he spends reading.

During the second month, his patience starts running out.

In the years you've known Helaena, you learned all the ins and outs of the castle, so you manage to avoid Aemond at first, vanishing from his sight when needed. But, as time passes, you notice that he is tempted to talk to you, and escaping that possibility becomes harder with each day. One morning, when you walk into the yard, Aemond abruptly stops his training upon seeing you, and the two of you just stare at each other for a second, both startled and holding your breath. You are saved by Ser Criston, who calls for the prince, distracting him, giving you a chance to leave, and you all but run away.

After that day, you temporarily cease your visits to the castle, deciding to take a break and make up weak excuses to Helaena. Only now that you were apart, you realize how much you miss Aemond’s physical presence. His sudden, fleeting touches — to help you out of a carriage or to steady you after a fit of laughter, your hands brushing when you share books, his fingers sometimes lightly grazing your waist for the reason you are yet to know. You haven't talked to him for days, let alone felt him in your close proximity, and yet he's constantly on your mind. Somewhere in the midst of it all, you wake up at night realizing you yearn for him terribly. You wish you could go back to that damn evening of the feast, to confront him right away, to maybe get some clarification. But now too much time has passed and you’re too wrapped up in... whatever you plan on doing, so your ego insists that giving up isn’t an option.

When you receive the invitation for Aegon’s name day, you are ready to decline, but then begrudgingly decide to give it one last chance. You practice the look of indifference, the nonchalant tone, the proud gait, and you pull out your best dress. It’s green and the color is so bright, it dazzles the eyes, the material light and flowing — and yet, when you put it on, it feels incomplete. As you look in the mirror, the vivid tone of the fabric suddenly reminds you of something else. It’s a secret you once heard, a hushed conversation between the maids, one of which walked in on the prince when he wasn’t wearing his eyepatch. You only ponder for a minute and then reach for the jewelry piece that definitely will be hard not to notice.

The castle is crowded, and you are one of the last guests to arrive. Bracing yourself, you pause at the door for a second. Ser Harrold, who stands there, lets out a surprised hum.

“Should I take that as a sign of your disapproval?” you jest, watching his reaction.

“I wouldn’t dare to judge,'” he gives you a polite smile. “But I'm afraid all the men present are at risk of losing reason.”

His comment makes you chuckle and you step a bit closer, letting him take a better look:

“I thought it would match the occasion. Isn’t it beautiful?”

Ser Harrold, gods bless him, keeps his eyes on your face:

“As always, it is, lady Y/N.”

It gives you enough confidence to walk in, appearing in all your glory.

The dress is a perfect fit, with a slit down your right side and an open back. The front neckline isn't deep but in the middle of it there's a thin silver chain with a big, glittering sapphire — and the gem lays perfectly between your breasts. It’s only natural that everyone’s gaze is immediately drawn to the blue spark, all the men in the room gazing at it, voluntarily and not. But the effect their attention has is nothing compared to the wave of heat that warms your body when you feel a very particular gaze finally landing on you. You look right at him — and you catch him gawking, his lips slightly parted as he stares at the sapphire, too, almost in a trance. His hand is gripping a cup of wine with such force, you can see the whitening of his knuckles. When Aemond sharply glances up, your eyes lock for a second, and you look away first. So much for him not being impressed.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Jace waving at you to come sit with him, and you do not hesitate, letting the one-eyed prince out of sight.

You feel like his eye doesn't leave you for a second.

You are barely able to sit still while dining and let out a sigh of relief when it's time for dancing. You rush away from the table, thinking it will provide you with a distraction, and you will be glad for any partner if only he can move his legs and keep his mouth shut. You go to the end of the line, lost in your thoughts, and when you finally come to a stop and look to the other side — you see Aemond standing in front of you.

The tall prince with his hands clasped behind his back, wearing all black, stares at you in a way that makes the crowd around you disappear.

When the dance starts, you step toward each other, and he speaks up first. 

“I couldn't help but notice your absence, lady Y/N. I find myself wondering what is the reason behind it,” his hand briefly touches yours, your bodies following the music.

“Your question is confusing, my prince. As I was merely doing you a favor,” you swap partners but Aemond only looks at you.

“Your leaving hardly favors me,” the prince says when you’re in his arms again. You feel a flicker of anger rising inside but keep your voice down.

“I was actually counting on you being relieved,” you snort, not looking at him. “Since, as it turned out, you were so displeased with my bawdy dresses,” with these words, you step away from him once more.

A minute later you come back to his side but don’t let him say a thing. 

“I've always thought bawdy was just another word for a whore. So I suppose I should be glad that you at least had some decency to not stoop so low,” when your eyes meet, you think you've never seen him so hurt.

Before he can come up with an answer, you are out of his reach. Then you circle back to Aemond again, and this time your tone comes out hasher.

“I also wonder if you would be so brave to say all that to my face. But it seems that your bravery falters when confronted with the need to speak plainly.”

The rhythm of the music works in your favor, because whenever Aemond tries opening his mouth, you’re swooped away from him, and it gives you time to tighten your self-control. You think you should resent him for his silly words, for his heavy gaze, for him knowing how to dance even though he never once did that with you in all these years.

But you have no resentment for him. All of a sudden you realize what you are actually feeling.

And then the dance comes to an end.

You only curtsy out of politeness, averting your gaze:

“I will not vex you anymore, my prince.”

“Y/N, wait, I should —,” he tries to take your hand but you swerve away from him.

“I already promised the next dance to someone else,” you lie. “You are finally free of my company.”

At that very second, when you glance at him before leaving, he looks absolutely heartbroken. Or maybe you just imagined it in an attempt to ease your own pain.

Your feet carry you to the library on their own accord, and you’re too distraught to notice until you are already inside, in the dusty silence of the endless shelves. You take a hold of the nearest one, trying to catch your breath. You barely get a minute of solitude before you hear footsteps approaching. And it’s kind of pathetic how easy it is for you to guess who it is.

“Your tendency to run away from me is quite unnerving,” Aemond walks in with rapid strides, his voice laced with emotion you can’t read. 

His words, however, trigger your reaction in no time. 

“Maybe it is because I do not want to be in the company of someone who hurt me,” you turn to him, and he’s already only a couple of meters away. The dim lighting illuminates his silver hair, the outline of his broad shoulders, his eye is boring into you. He looks so beautiful in his frustration, your chest tightens at the sight.

“I would've apologized right away if only you let me speak,” the prince retorts.

“Did something hold you back from apologizing sooner? Or were you too preoccupied with being outraged by my clothing choices?” your heart skips a bit at the intensity of his stare but you refuse to break the eye contact.

“I never said I was outraged.” 

“You weren't thrilled, either, you made that very clear.”

“You know nothing of my motives because you refuse to listen to me!” he raises his voice and it startles you. But he doesn’t sound angry.

Aemond is standing at arm’s length — and you can clearly see that his face expresses no signs of annoyance or hatred. Instead, he looks at you with longing.

The air in the room feels heavy.

You run your tongue over your lips to moisten them, and Aemond’s eye darts to your mouth.

“We can agree on one thing,” he drawls, his eye locking with yours again as he moves closer. You take a step back — and feel pressed against one of the shelves.

He speaks with his tone low:

“...You vex me to no end.”

With another step, Aemond towers over you, and when you look up, your faces are only inches apart, and his flaming gaze envelops you.

“You are the bane of my existence,” Aemond breathes out. “And the object of all my desires,” his voice breaks, and you feel him inhaling sharply.

His words are akin to a match that lights up a fire deep in you, the muscles of your stomach tightening involuntarily. With one finger he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, and you can’t help but lean into his touch, your breathing shuddering.

“I’m haunted by your image everywhere I go,” he rasps, his nose brushing yours. “Night and day, I dream of you,” his index finger moves under your chin, close to the pulsating point on your neck. You feel the heat spilling into the pit of your belly, and you want nothing more than for Aemond to kiss you.

“I was raised to act with honor, but that honor is hanging by a thread every minute I spend in your presence,” he whispers vehemently, his words hot against your mouth. 

You are dizzy, breathless — and craving him. Everything else is forgotten, erased, nonexistent. It’s just you two.

“You are all I can think about,” you confess with a strangled voice, looking at Aemond through your lashes — and it sets him off.

His lips capture yours in an instant, claiming and burning with need. He pulls you closer, his hands on your back, and yours go up his shoulders to lock behind his neck. Aemond kisses you deeply, hungrily, sweeping his tongue over your lower lip and then sliding it in, intertwining with yours. One of his palms moves lower, outlining the curve of your hip, glides over your leg — and into the slit of your dress. He grabs your thigh, his thumb landing on the inner side of it, and he starts slowly massaging small circles on it. Him touching your bare skin elicits a moan from you and in the heat of the moment, as your mind goes blank and you can only focus on the pleasuring sensation, you spread your legs, and his finger slips higher — to the place where you want him the most.

He breaks the kiss in surprise, and you wait for it to dawn on him. To realize that you are, in fact, completely naked under the dress. You can feel arousal pooling between your legs, your body prickling with anticipation.

“I was under the impression that you owe me an apology,” you unabashedly murmur, looking him straight in the eye. 

You don't know if it's a challenge or a plea — at this point, you do not care. Apparently, neither does Aemond, as he takes no time hoisting your leg up to his waist for better access, firmly holding it in place. Your respite barely lasts a few seconds before you feel his other hand cupping your sex, rubbing his fingers through your folds. You shut your eyes, gasping for air, as he unhurriedly smears your wetness — and then his finger dips into your core, the sensation making you shiver.

“Aemond,” you sign, your body trembling with desire.

Trying to inhale, you get a whiff of aroma, a mix of leather and salty ocean breeze — and all at once, you are surrounded by him. His scent, his warmth, his scorching touches, the taste that's left on your lips. He leaks into your every cell.

Aemond nuzzles into the crook of your neck, leaving wet kisses there, his finger picking up the pace.

“I've missed you,” he avows. “So fucking much,” he lightly nibbles the skin above your collarbone. “Missed hearing you say my name. Say it again.”

He doesn't need to ask twice — and the interweaving of letters rolls off your tongue with each breath:

“Aemond”

“Aemond”

“Aemond.”

His name fills your mouth, leaving no space for air, your throat tight and breathing rapid. Aemond’s lips move down to your shoulder.

“Oh, the things I want to do to you,” he haltingly rambles, and the implication makes you clench around him, dragging a low groan from the prince.

He leaves a trail of kisses following the silver chain down to your breasts. The gem feels cold in contrast to your skin, and even though your head is clouded with lust, it triggers a memory. You move one of your shaking hands to his face, guiding it up to look at you again.

“I want to see the real thing,” you whisper, gazing at his eyepatch. “Let me. Please, let me.”

His hand between your legs doesn't stop its movement but the one on your thigh trembles. You are too caught up in the moment to think straight, and before he can answer, your fingers roughly remove the leather patch.

The sapphire glows like a beacon, the cold blue of it is dazzling and piercing through your blurred vision. The tones and shadows are interlacing, cyan melting into azure and dark blue, and it’s mesmerizing. Seeing him like this, stripped of his restrain and his disguise, is the most intimate, precious thing in the world.

“Gods, you are divine,” you moan, panting.

You catch a flash of emotion in his eye — before you can take another breath, his lips are on yours again. This kiss is steady and fervent, and while his mouth melts into yours, Aemond adds a second finger. It slides in with ease, and he builds up the speed that makes you swallow air. He’s terrifyingly good with his fingers, with his every move, precise and fast. 

“Aemond,” you whimper in his mouth, but his lips keep chasing yours, and you can only follow, letting him take your breath away again and again. You lose track of time, lose yourself in his arms. His face is always close to yours, he breathes in every moan you make and keeps his gaze on you, watching you squirm, your cheeks flushed and lips quivering.

You helplessly whisper his name, and it comes out as a prayer, the coil in your stomach ready to snap. Aemond gives you a breathless smile:

“You do not need to beg me, ever,” he says in a husky voice. “I will give you anything you want,” with these words, he presses a thumb on your clit, resuming the well-known circling motion, making you choke on air.

It takes merely a few seconds for you to come undone, the wave of pleasure blinding and crushing over you. His lips are at the corner of your mouth, ready to cover it should you make any loud sound, but you drop your head back, mouth falling slack in a silent cry.

His fingers slow the pace until you let out a quiet whine, and he removes them, carefully lowering your leg. You feel fuzzy-headed, trying to catch your breath, a few beads of sweat rolling along your hairline. One of his hands gently falls on your back, rubbing soothing patterns on your skin.

“I truly am sorry, Y/N,” Aemond admits.

You chuckle lightly:

“I think you already made it up to me.”

Despite the hint of humor, there's an anxious feeling stirring in your abdomen, and you are afraid to open your eyes to meet his. You don't know what's to come and you dread the emptiness that will follow if he leaves.

Aemond tenderly cups your face with his hand:

“Mayhaps my intentions were not clear enough. I do plan to properly court you,” your eyes snap open at his words.

There's a brief pause before he adds:

“But I still need to apologize for my behavior because you deserved none of it. I was unfair with my judgment as I let jealousy get the best of me,” he sounds genuinely remorseful.

You glance at him in confusion, the gears turning in your head for a moment, and then you realize:

"You were jealous of Jace?!"

Aemond looks down at the floor, and there's something endearing in his evident embarrassment. With your thumb and index finger you caress the jut of his jaw and make him look at you again:

“Aemond, I can barely consider him a friend. And the boy can only think about Baela, he speaks of her as if she is the light of his life.”

“I know that feeling," Aemond doesn’t hide his smile anymore when he’s with you. He brings your hand to his lips, and the sincerity of his words tugs at your heart. He leaves kisses on your knuckles, and you’re overwhelmed with happiness spreading in your chest.

“Do you get that feeling every time we argue? Or when I challenge you?” you inquire with a giggle.

His laugh vibrates against your skin. When Aemond meets your gaze, there are no doubts and reservations left, no room for denial.

“My biggest challenge was not to fall in love with you. I failed miserably,” he puts both of his hands on your waist, drawing you closer. “But I will humble myself before you because I cannot stand the thought of us being apart ever again,” Aemond presses his forehead against yours.

“I don't plan on it,” you trace his scar with your finger, giving him goosebumps. “But you do know there still will be days when we vex each other to no end?” your voice is barely audible.

He moves his mouth to yours and, before bringing your lips together, he whispers:

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

And neither would you.

the author doesn’t know how to shut up: — the dress is from “Atonement” (although I imagined her neckline a bit differently) — I haven’t written smut in a very long time so... I hope it was okay? any thoughts and comments will be very appreciated because I’m super nervous about this 🥺 (not gonna lie, this was kinda self-indulgent so I hope that at least some of you will enjoy it, too!)

* I know there is an amazing fic called “bane of my existence, object of my desire” by @ jasonsmirrorball — I love it to pieces and highly recommend it! 💕 💚 my masterlist English is not my first language, so feel free to message me if you spot any major mistakes!

[rose-riot-johnson]

Hello my Tumblr Peeps😃👍Since the votes in the polls that will determine which characters will be in the 3rd head cannon(?) and the 4th head cannon(?) fanfics that pertain "after sex shower" are set in stone based on which characters have the highest percentage in votes and which characters have the lowest votes, per poll. Considering I did promise the characters with the highest votes per poll will be in the 3rd head cannon fanfic, I will be be writing about the winning characters per poll😃👍 Needless to say, based on the polls these 5 characters with the most votes will be in this "after sex shower" head cannon(?) fanfic, however 5 of the characters I will treat a little differently than I did in the polls, however the surprise character will be the #6 character for this head cannon😃👍

🚿🫢Your Time With Him In The Shower (And After The Shower) After The Smut Fest 3🫢🚿

Genres: Smut, Head Cannon(?), After Sex Shower Aftercare Fluff, and Other Forms Of Sex Aftercare (Warning +18 ⚠️: Degradation, Praise Kink, Language, After Sex Praise Kink, Trigger Warning (contains a character that might be controversial if not completely controversial (if any character does trigger you in this fanfic, however enjoy any of the other characters, please scroll past that character😅)) oral sex, boob groping, hickies, bite marks, ass grabbing, depending on the reader's imagination, slight nipple play, vaginal penitration, love tap type of ass spanking, language)

⭐New Character (For Me) To Write About

Gray Fullbuster (Fairy Tail)

*After Gray emptied himself inside of your pussy, he would touch your face and whisper, "Okay sweetheart... Since you took me in well long enough for me to cum inside you... Now I'm going to take good care of you...", knowing that he fucked you to the point you became cock drunk (which you enjoyed that from him). He would then kiss your forehead before picking you up, carrying you in his arms, until the both of you got inside his bathroom. He would then start taking a shower with you after the both of you arrive in his bathroom.

*Gray would wash your hair with your favorite shampoo and conditioner, then wash you up with one of your favorite soaps (and wash cloth). As much as he prefers to wash himself strictly, he would sometimes let you wash him, while he still is washing yourself. He still will keep an eye on you in the shower to makesure nothing happens you, since he did ram his cock inside your pussy during sex earlier.

*After the both of you finished taking a shower together, Gray will use your towel to dry off your body, then he will go straight to putting you in warm pajamas, then carry you to back to his room to put you on the bed fir you to lay in, before he does go back to the to dry himself off quickly. He would come back to his room dressed in his usual clothes, as he found you on the bed asleep, which he finds very cute, so while you're asleep, he will gently pet your head and whispers in a praise to you about how much of a good girl you are to him, before he snuggles you up next to him, as you become his spoon.

Shidou Ryusei (Blue Lock)

*"What a naughty slut you are, (Female Reader Name)... Your tight pussy even had me over fill that hole with my cum before I had a chance to pull my cock out...", Shidou cooed, as he laughed in a degrading way, at the sight of over filling your pussy to the point some of his cum seaped outside of your hole covering his cock, due to him fucking you so hard and so much, where you got cock drunk. He will let you get up and walk, he would walk with you and hold one of your arms behind his neck (and his shoulders ofcourse) on your (and his) way to the bathroom the both of you share together, because as much as he gets amused with you struggling with letting you walk without any form of help, he feels it would be too easy for him to let you do so. When the both of start taking a shower together he would joke about the bite marks and hickies around your neck.

*Shidou would let you wash him up with his special bodywash, however after that he would have you suck on his cock, claiming to reward you to clean his dick in the shower this way. After he cums inside your mouth, he will praise, "You look so cute with your mouth sucking on my cock like that... Now here's your reward for doing an amazing job, my sexy, pixie, demon...", before washing your body. So when he rewards you, while washing your body, he will grope your tits (while he's behind you), slightly playing with your nipples, then once he gets done washing you he would touch your clit, as he would coo, "Now let me clean you up down there, my sweet bud...", before turning you around and getting on his knees to eat (and lick) your pussy, until you release yourself inside his mouth.

*Once you and Shidou finished taking a shower together, he would have you dry him off with his towel, while he would grab your ass when he's drying you, considering he is very touch happy with you when it comes to him getting you dry. For night outfits he would have you wear pink and/or black (sometimes pink and white depending on the night) lingerie and some of the lingerie he picks out for you is extremely revealing. After your put on your lingerie, he's having you go straight to snuggling with him, even if he's still completely naked...

Genos (One Punch Man)

*Once Genos came inside of you from you riding on his cock (considering he ended up getting pussy drunk), he would touch your face and the both of you kissed together. After both you and Genos finished kissing he notices a mark on your neck, as he wondered about it, the you explained he must have put a hickey on your neck. His face was red in embarrassment as he would apologize about putting a hickey on your neck, before you assured him that he did nothing wrong and you held his hand before taking his hand to have him walk with you to your bathroom to have him take a shower with you (considering his recent upgrade had him become water proof).

*Genos would be nervous and excited about taking showers, since he is a cyborg, however since him being water proof comes with his recent upgrade, so he would only take a shower, if it involves taking a shower with you. He would wash your body with a loofah and your favorite scented bar soap, while you wash your hair with shampoo and conditioner. He figured, if he's taking a shower with you, he could atleast wash your body and it would be easier on you. (Up to reader's imagination on how Genos body gets wash and if his hair gets washed)

*After you and Genos got done finished taking a shower together, he will ask what clothes you feel like wearing for the night, while he dries your body up with your special towel. Once he gets done drying you off, he will go to your room and get any clothing you picked out for the night, then bring the clothing of your choice back to the bathroom to have you put on to wear for that night. When the both of you went back to your room, he would definitely give you plenty of massages, especially back and shoulder massages. He does this, whenever he still feels bad secretly about putting a hickey on your neck by accident.

Keigo Takami;pro hero name: Hawks (My Hero Academia)

*"I love how good your warm, tight pussy made my cock feel, my tweety bird...", Keigo groaned, while he was fucking you, as you were laying down (on your back) on his bed with your legs wide opened for him, right before he cummed inside of you. "You're always looking, so pretty for me, especially while in this position I had you in... Your pussy always takes takes my dick in, so well...", he would praise, before asking, "Would you like to take a shower with me, (Female Reader Name)?". Ofcourse you wouldn't say know to his charming face and personality. Especially with taking a shower with him.

*Once you and Keigo went inside his bathroom and the both of you start taking a shower together, he definitely he praise you non-stop. Not just on sex... He always find something to praise about you non-stop... He actually loves it when you wash his body with the body wash you bought for him, however he would love it more, if you wash his hair with the shampoo you bought for him as well, because when you wash his hair, it relaxes him more. He will let you wash you body usually, however once in a while he will wash your hair with your own shampoo and conditioner, and will use your body wash to wash your body, before gently giving your ass a love tap.

*Keigo will go straight to drying your body up with your towel he bought you, right after you and Hawks got done taking a shower together, which he enjoys. Keigo would be more than happy to let your dry him up, however he definitely will respect it, if you don't feel like drying him for any reason, as he would dry himself up. He will have you wear some new comfy clothes (that he bought) for you to wear for the night. He would also get himself into comfy clothing that are in men sizes. He would let you cover yourself in a throw blanket, as he would order your favorite food from one of your favorite restaurants, to get delivered at his place for the both of you to eat. Once you and Keigo finished eating the food that was delivered to his place, the both of you then would snuggle together and watch some shows on (Netflix or Hulu) together, until the both of you feel asleep into eachother's arms.

Renji Abarai (Bleach)

*After Renji emptied his cum inside of you, with your legs wrapped around him and while he was fucking you against the wall, he would praise you on how pretty you look while he's fucking you, especially against the wall. He would then move his hands from the wall to (grab) your ass, as he's about to carry you to the shower room, considering he enjoys worshiping your body (this includes your ass) and he's honestly afraid to drop you, if he doesn't have his hands on your ass, due the the position he was having you in while he was fucking you against the wall earlier.

*Renji would let you down after the both of you got to the shower room. During your shower time with him, as someone who would worship your body, he definitely would be more than happy to wash your body (with any soap you like using) and he would offer to wash your hair, too. If you were to ask to wash his body, he would definitely let you (he still would let you, even if you do so, without asking).

*When the both of you got done taking a shower together, he doesn't mind that you dry his body off, however he just like with washing your body, he would seriously use your towel to dry you up, every chance he gets. He will have you wear any kimono he has made for you and considering that he wants atleast few kimonos to match a few of your kimonos, he will sometimes will wear the matching kimono that he has you wear. He will cook some food and (hot beverage of reader's choice) for both you and himself, because of the fact he likes cooking food and making hot beverages for you.

Now For The Surprise Character...

⭐New Character For Me To Write About⭐

Piccolo (Any Dragon Ball series)

*By the time you got done fucking Piccolo in a soft and comfortable chair, he already would empty himself inside of you. After sex he would enjoy you touching his face, even tough it would make him blush. Every time you do invite him to take a shower with you after sex, he usually will accept your invite to take a shower with you, as he does get surprised everytime, you would ask him to.

*During your shower with Piccolo does usually prefer to wash his own body, instead of asking you to wash him, because he worries about being pushy with you just from asking you, so unless you ask or demand him to let you wash his body, he will be washing his own body otherwise. With washing your body, he rather you ask him about washing your body, too. He's just more comfortable with you initiating things, mainly with taking a shower with him. Anything you do praise him about, especially on his looks, anything pertaining sex, and his personality, it would make him blush, however he would definitely loved it and praising him would make him feel more comfortable about himself.

*After your shower time with Piccolo, unless you initiate drying his body off with his huge towel and/or have him dry you up with your towel, he will let you dry yourself up and he will dry his own body off, otherwise. He will usually let you pick your own night clothes to wear, however once in a while you will have him pick out something for you to wear for the night. As for what he will wear for the night, (up to the reader's imagination on what Piccolo wears for the night). While he prefers to meditate during his alone time, he would be surprised if you're someone who likes to meditate in a different room, so if you're someone who likes to meditate, he would be alright with you joining him, when it comes to meditating after your shower with him.

🫢🚿The End🚿🫢

I hope you enjoyed this head cannon multifandom smut head cannon(?) fanfic, my Tumblr Peeps😃👍I did try to come up with different stuff for this fanfic for each character😃👍For those who are wondering why the trigger warning about "a character that might be controversial if not completely controversial", well while Hawks (Kiego Takami) is my favorite pro hero in My Hero Academia, I can see why there are people who dislike and/hate him, so unfortunately this is why I put in a post and hashtag about a trigger warning and character mention in general in this post and I put that trigger warning in the hashtag in the post. Despite of the character trigger warning I mentioned, I still will not change on who is my favorite pro hero. With Hawks winning the poll on who to put in this sequel fanfic, however wanted to see Dabi in this fanfic, unfortunately this is how the poll went, however fortunately with the next sequel fanfic about "after sex shower", Dabi will in it as he is 1 of my favorite villains in My Hero Academia. So I am caught between both Hawks and Dabi, honestly. As for Piccolo, someone else was going to be in this as the surprise character, however due to some changes and stuff that has happened recently where I decided to make some changes with the surprise character role for this sequel fanfic, so the character I originally was gonna pick for this sequel fanfic will be in the next sequel fanfic instead... Despite of what I mentioned for this conclusion, I still hope you had as much fun reading it, just as much as I had fun writing it🫢🚿😃👍

[qcomicsy]

One of my favorite peaces of spideypool will always be "Is Wade Wilson down bad for Spider-Man? Fuck Yeah "Can he stand him tho? Absolutely not.

[tonberry-yoda]

The Argument - Saitama

Pairing - Saitama x f!reader

Warnings - none! just goofy stuff

Word Count - 575

Notes - this one is just goofy and what i thought off the top of my mind. i said i was lacking in writing and here i am, pumping out like twenty smh lmao

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“No! Absolutely not!” She stood on the couch and pointed at Saitama, as if accusing him. Genos walked in and froze. “What is going on here, master?” Saitama turned to Genos and shrugged. “Don't you shrug, baldy!” She jumped down from the couch and went to punch Saitama, but he dodged. “Don't call me baldy, baldy!” “Okay, Genos,” she jumped over to Genos, trying to avoid punches from Saitama as he tried to push in front of her. “We need you to help us settle an argument.” “Why are you and Master Saitama arguing?” “See-” She was cut off by Saitama pushing in front of her and putting her in a headlock. “See, she thinks that girls aren’t interested in beefy dudes with facial hair-” “Because they're not!!!!!” “But all I see is girls swooning over a dude with a 50 pack who has like a massive beard. So-” “So,” she pushed Saitama away from her and shoved him back. “We’re trying to see whether or not girls are into ripped dudes with facial hair or skinny dudes with an actual personality.” Genos stared at them both blankley. “S-Sorry. I do not know how to solve this argument.” “It's simple, Genos,” she grabbed Saitama by the waist so he couldn't take another step towards Genos. “Which one do you think girls are more into? Guys with a real personality and not an 80 pack? Or dudes who have facial hair and are ripped?” Genos stood for a moment, thinking, while she and Saitama watched, hoping that their side would be validated by a cyborg putting a bright pink apron on. “Is this an opinion based argument or a fact based argument?” She turned to Saitama, who just shrugged. “Uh… we don't really know.” “Perfect then.” Genos walked over to the laptop that was sitting on the coffee table and she and Saitama waited in suspense.

After what felt like hours, Genos shut the computer, turning to the two of them. “Well, according to studies online, women prefer men with clean shaven facial hair, they find them more physically attractive. And there is also a study that claims that women find the abs to be the sexiest muscle on a man. So, Master Saitama is correct.” “Yes!” Saitama went to cheer, but she punched him in the gut, which didn't do much, but it did catch him off guard. “Hey! What was that for?!” “That’s bullshit!!!! What do studies know about women?! Okay, how about this, what’s your opinion, Genos?” “Nope,” Saitama stood up, clearly proud of himself. “The arguments already settled, cutie. I won.” “That’s stupid.” “Cry about it.” Saitama gave her a peck on the lips and she pouted, turning away. “Well, I find you hot, Sai, and you don't have facial hair.” “Good point. However,” Saitama pulled up his shirt, revealing his abs. “I have those hot ass washboard abs. So you failed, goofnut.” Her face slowly grew red and she threw her arms around the back of his neck. He rested his hands on her hips and smiled, pressing his nose to hers. “Okay,” she pressed a kiss on the corner of his mouth and smiled. “So what do men prefer, a girl with giant bazongas or a girl with personality?” “Personality, obviously!” “Yeah, well it seems that boobs are a pretty big statement these days!”

Genos began the dishes with a smile. It was clear how much she loved Master Saitama.

[animeficsworld]

Romance

Saitama x Reader

Summary: It's a well-known fact that Saitama doesn't feel anything, but that doesn't mean he can't try. 

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It was no surprise that your boyfriend was someone who wasn't really fond of romance. Being emotionless didn't really work for his favour either. 

But Saitama decided a long time ago, that he would do anything not to lose you. He tried to be romantic as much as he could. He read a lot into it as well.

So, it was no surprise to you, that when he asked you to stay over at his place, you found the whole apartment lit with candles and flowers. 

Your heart always melted whenever he did something like this. You found it incredibly cute.

"Sai?" you called out when you didn't find him in the living room. His apartment was rather small so he couldn't really hide anywhere.

Suddenly the door to the balcony opened, and there he stood. With his usually yellow shirt on.

"Oh, you are early." he said. He must have been watering his cactus.

"I might have been a tad bit too excited so I got here quickly. But I did get us some sweets from the store." you said placing the plastic bag onto his table. He didn't say anything, his usual blank expression on his face.

But he soon gathered himself as you put all your stuff out of the way and he walked over to you and kissed you. 

"You look beautiful."

"Thank you." you knew that he must have learned that from one of his manga, but you just decided to take the compliment. You kissed him back. "So, what did you plan?" you asked, knowing that there had to be one. Saitama usually had a list of what he wanted and needed to do on dates, but of course, you never told him that you knew about that list. 

"A movie, you got snacks but I have some too."

"Cuddling?"

"All the cuddling." he answered and watched as your smile grew. He loved it when you smiled, that's what made him feel again. 

His futon was a bit small for two people, but he managed to pull you into his body just right, so you could fit.

Saitama had your back against his chest as a horror movie played. Saitama read it somewhere that if your partner is scared, they will cling onto you, and that's exactly what he wanted and why he picked a movie that would surely terrify you.

And so that's how you spent the rest of the evening, cuddled up into his very muscular chest while watching the movie. He occasionally squeezed you closer to himself when he felt that you were scared.

And scared you were.

The movie was absolutely terrifying. 

And once it finally ended, you were very grateful. You looked at the clock and saw that it was actually pretty late, so you decided to go, take a bath and go to sleep.

"Sai, will you join me to the bath?"

"I-I already had a bath, before you arrived."

"Oh." you didn't push it further, seeing his red flustered face was enough. Into the bathroom, you went to enjoy a warm bath. Although the movie was scary, the thought of sleeping in the arms of the Worlds strongest helped a lot with easing your mind. You wondered if he did it on purpose or was he just genuinely interested in the movie since you knew he liked these kinds of films. 

Anyways, you got out of the bath and put your pyjama on. When you got back to the futon, Saitama blew the candles out and was already half asleep. You turned the TV off and went ahead to lay down beside your boyfriend. He pulled you close as you placed your head on his chest.

Falling asleep you felt so lucky because even though Saitama is emotionless, you were very thankful for the things he did and how hard he tried. 

[garoumylove]

Posted a new chapter of Love/Hate. That's my ongoing GarouxReader fanfiction. Thank you to anyone and everyone that reads!! I really appreciate it 💕💖

Also, I've been inactive due to not feeling very well recently so I'm sorry if I didn't respond to anyone anywhere ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[scary-senpai]

What am I working on? Nothing, really. Just an exceedingly self-indulgent fic where Garou and Genos come from the same place.

[1rabong]

A wip, an Iryo, a Sai, and a lil animation of Iryo getting shot in the face :D

Iryo belongs to @lara60

[spacecowboy6780]

This one chapter in this batarou fanfiction I read lives in my mind rent free. It's such a good fanfic augh I just mmm I love good writing

Here's the fic btw! Chapter I'm referencing is like Chapter 13 :] I just like that chapter heartwarming n shi

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24086584/chapters/57973420