#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. 

[the-daiz]

Speed-o'-sound Sonic wasn't fond of the cold.

He never was. He hated it. It was inconvenient. It made you more vulnerable, more dependent. Weaker.

In order to shape unbreakable ninja assassins, the village made sure to prepare them for all conditions and circumstances. One of them, being, of course, winter and its fanged white.

It was the training he loathed out of all. He didn't really hate any of his training, despite being in the lower class and having to undergo the most torturous exercises. If anything, he rather relished in them, took them on with manic enthusiasm.

The next morning he'd wake up with the usual blare of the morning alarm, and he'd drink in the sweet stings of his sores and bruises that stretched across the planes of his muscles. He loved knowing how strong he was getting.

In winter, the village would force them to train outside, bathe in the freezing lake, and sleep on the cold grass. They wouldn't even give them a futon. Only those who performed well that day were granted blankets, but they were practically useless due to how thin they were. It was almost a mockery.

Fortunately enough, they weren't so cruel to let them sleep on snow. Hence when the snow finally came and encased the green land, they would be allowed back into their shared rooms.

Regardless.

He hated the way his body shook with quivers under the moonlight, hated the hunger that made him curl further into himself and wrap his shivering arms around his abdomen tighter. He despised the fact that his classmates weren't struggling as much as he was. It was a genetic defect at best and a hindrance at most.

Even after so many nights, so many years, his body still hadn't adapted enough in deep contrast with the others.

Flash was a top performer at this point, and by some miracle hadn't discarded him and Sonic's 'companionship' of sorts. Flash alone knew about Sonic's incessant struggles. He noticed how quiet Sonic would get in winters, how his features would always foster a ghostly frown. Especially when they were eating their usual portions of tasteless stew, Flashy flash would steal a side glance at his friend, watching as he huddled into himself. Head low, back arched forward, shoulders high to level with his ears, and slim hand hurriedly taking one spoonful after the other.

Flash would wait to make sure that no one else was awake and all the mentors had gone off to shelter back in the village. Boldly, a boldness he had adopted from Sonic, he'd shuffle close to the shivering, silent mess of his friend, who refused to close his mouth so his teeth wouldn't rattle against itself

"Cold?" He'd whisper as he draped the light cloth over Sonic, then moved closer so they were both huddled beneath it. Sonic's eyelids fluttered open, brows still tilted in a deep sneer, frustrated by his state.

He shuffles closer to Flash. "This thing's useless." He refers to the blanket with a light quake in his hushed tone. The spindly thing did little to shield him from the icy breeze, basically cutting through the material.

Flash didn't mind the small puff of cold air hitting his face. He nodded. "Yeah. I only use it for some peace of mind."

Flash's arms outstretch and his hands press against Sonic's neck and back, drawing him into a quiet embrace. Sonic shifts closer with his companions's movement, his forehead resting on Flash's shoulder.

"Peace of mind." Sonic scoffs, leaning into Flash's warmth. 

His curled body's trembles don't seize completely but ease under the arms enveloping him, the body curving around him.

The wrinkles lining Sonic's features slowly begin to smoothen out, and he concurs: 

The winter's cold, but at least he's here. .

Sonic now understood the look Flashy flash spared him when he passed by the room, his gaze falling onto Sonic's sprawled form on the rusted bed, jaw clenching and hissing inhales as his hand clutched the mattress. At that moment, Sonic just so happened to open his squeezed eyes and meet Flash's oddly gaunt gaze.

Back then, it was unreadable. Now looking back, it probably was a parting glance. Not a 'goodbye' or 'farewell' glance. A parting glance.

That bastard.

He'd find him, and he'd settle the score with him. He hated him.

The city, with tall buildings and loud noises, was unkind to him. Not that it mattered to him. It didn't. He was unkind back.

His frame stiffens at the sharp pang shooting through his body. He sucks in a quick inhale between gritted teeth and carefully reattempts to lie down, trying not to place any form of pressure on the poorly bandaged wound on his side.

He was reckless and momentarily forgot about heroes, and greatly underestimated them.

And it was winter.

It was snowing, too.

At least he found a cave. But still, his body continues to shake vigorously.

He feels oddly empty. Not physically. Not because of the cold. Something gnaws at his insides. It strains at his heart and it laddens his already exhausted muscles.

And somehow it makes the cold bite, much, much deeper.

His face crinkles and constricts further.

The winter's cold, and he doesn't like that loneliness feels colder.

[buttercupblu]

and so you took your place on the blanket—snug and comfy between the Heavens and the Angel, breaths full of lust and a quivering lip. but there was no need to be nervous. the Angel's hand was so soft, and the Heaven's smiles were so welcoming. yearning abounded and wrapped its tender arms around you for you were home, safe, familiar, and ready. "welcome," the Angel said, "we've been waiting for you." reassured by the Heaven's love, flowing effortlessly like a leaf in the wind, "you'll love it here."

a sneaky peek into the daily life of the Harem|day to day shenanigans and what it's like living with the Heavens|~ >2K

🪽 Sergeant!Sukuna|Exercising w/ Sukuna girl, you asked your gym-head boyfriend to train you 🧍🏾‍♀️

🪽(coming soon) Peace and Sweet Release|Yoga w/ Buddha he's not called the king of peace and harmony for no reason

🪽(coming soon) Maid in Heaven|Maid Service w/ Choso how else is the harem supposed to stay clean?

🪽(coming soon) Choso!China Doll|a peek into his wardrobe it's so fun playing dress-up

mini AUs|can easily become very lengthy and turn into a two-shot but are usually centered around 1 major plot point|can involve characters outside of the Heavens|~ >4K

🪽Student!Choso|Studying w/ Choso you lend your Ph.D student boyfriend a helping hand

🪽God is Fair|Devotional Love w/ Suguru|Part 1|Part 2|Part3 you were always meant for each other; so why do you keep fighting it?

🪽Soft!DomSuguru oops...he found your smut collection 😶

🎃 i wanna fucking tear you apart|Vampire SatoChoso Halloween Special|Part 1|Part 2|Part 3 need i say more? 🩸

🪽(coming soon) On the Boardwalk|the date of all dates w/ Josuke Josuke shows you that he's got all the moves

🪽(coming soon) Make You Happy|A healthy dose of serotonin w/ Narancia on one of your worst days, he tries his best to be the best

AU novellas|chapter fics and fully-fleshed out stories with multiple plot points|can also involve one or more characters outside of the Heavens|~ >30K of pure insanity

🪽Satoru's Psyche|1|2|3|4|5|6|7|8|9|10 he's the most hated man in the world, locked away in a psych ward for his crimes against humanity. and you're his one and only nurse.

short and teeth-rottingly sweet reminiscences of Angel's Heavens | >100

🪽sugu x reader x sato #1 overstimulation, p in v, squirting, restraint, forced orgasm, vibrator usage, deepthroat, throatpie

dream-like previews every blue moon 🌙

🪽Satoru's Psyche Patient Gojo x Nurse Reader

🪽(coming soon) How Angel Met Her Heavens 🪽(coming soon) Head Canons 🪽(coming soon) Requests

[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]]

[ceeceetumbles]

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 😭😭

[wutguycreations]

OM&D finally got to chapter 12! I neber thought I'd be so invested in a goofy crossover story, but I'm SO glad I did, because this story has been insanely fun to write so far and I intend to spend a LOT more time giving you guys a LOT more chapters, so stay tuned!

Read the story here!

[dinodaweeb]

Noodles | one shot

Saitama X Gn!Reader

Summary: You meet a bald hero. He always appears at the most random moments. (Not that you particularly mind)

In the bustling aisles of the local grocery store, a battle of wills erupted over a simple pack of discounted instant noodles. You and Saitama, both reaching for the last pack, locked eyes in a silent challenge that quickly escalated into a tug-of-war.

“Hey! That’s mine!” you shouted, refusing to back down.

Saitama’s expression remained calm and collected. “Sorry, but I got here first.”

“No way, I’m not letting go!” you retorted, pulling with all your might.

The pack stretched and strained between you, customers around you watching the spectacle with raised eyebrows.

“Give it up already.” Saitama urged, his deadpan tone contrasting with the intensity of the battle.

“Like hell I will!” you shot back, your determination fueled by stubbornness and hunger.

The standoff continued until, with a sudden surge of strength, Saitama yanked the pack toward him, leaving you stumbling backward.

“Damn it, Baldy!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in defeat.

He tucked the noodles under his arm casually. “Thanks.”

From that day onward, every encounter with Saitama seemed to lead to chaos.

(You figured out his hero name was Caped Baldy and cackled for a good while.)

Whether it was a giant monster rampaging through the streets or a minor inconvenience at the park, you inevitably found yourself caught in the crossfire.

Like now.

“Ahh! What the heck?!” you screamed, dodging debris from a monster’s swipe.

Saitama landed beside you, dispatching the threat with a single punch. The aftermath from his punch sent you flying. “Oops, my bad.”

“Your bad?!” you yelled, brushing dust off your clothes. “I almost died!”

He scratched his head. “You seem to attract trouble.”

“And you seem to cause it!” you retorted, frustration bubbling over.

Despite your exasperation, Saitama’s nonchalant demeanor grated on your nerves. How could someone be so laidback in the face of such absurdity?

“You know,” you started, glaring at him, “Shouldn’t you be concerned about what power does on others?”

Saitama shrugged. “Eh, it happens.”

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

He flashed you a small smile. “But you keep appearing.”

You scoffed, but deep down, you knew he was right. As much as Saitama’s antics drove you crazy, there was something oddly comforting about having him around. Maybe it was his unshakeable confidence or his ability to handle any situation with ease.

One day, after yet another chaotic encounter that left the local ramen shop in ruins, you and Saitama stood amidst the wreckage, staring at the destroyed bowls of ramen.

“Well, there goes lunch,” you sighed, shaking your head.

Saitama scratched his head. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” you replied with a shrug. “We’ll just have to get more.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Get more?”

“Yeah, and this time, let’s settle this properly,” you said, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Let’s see who can make the better bowl of noodles.”

“Because last time, you stole mine!” You pointed an accusatory finger at him.

Saitama blinked, processing your challenge. “You’re on.”

And so, you both ventured to the supermarket, determined to prove your culinary skills. The cashiereyed you both warily as you placed your groceries, sizing up the competition.

Back at Saitama’s house, you focused intently on creating the perfect bowl of ramen. Saitama’s approach was surprisingly simple, while yours was more experimental, adding unconventional toppings and spices.

(You’re pretty sure you saw Saitama just text his friend what to do next.)

After what seemed like an eternity of slurping noodles and tasting broth, the time came to judge the results.

“So?” you asked eagerly, eyeing Saitama’s satisfied expression.

He nodded approvingly. “Not bad.”

You grinned, taking a big gulp of his creation. “Hmm, pretty good.”

Saitama glanced at your bowl, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

You presented your bowl proudly, a colorful masterpiece. (A magnum opus.)

He took a bite, his expression unreadable behind the mask. After a moment, he nodded again. “Impressive.”

“Ha! I knew mine was better,” you exclaimed, pumping a fist in victory.

Saitama chuckled, a rare sound that made you smile. “Alright.”

Abruptly, the door opened. The demon cyborg walked in. His name was—?

“Oh, hey Genos.” Saitama waved lazily.

“Hello Master.” He greeted Saitama before turning towards you. You watched his arms grow in heat and the beams threatening to burn you.

“Shall I remove the garbage, Master Saitama?”

“Genos um—“

“Don’t you fucking shoot!”

[snowballz26]

Should I start releasing my fanfics?? I’ve had them locked away for while I’m just too scared to post them lol

[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!

[animeficsworld]

Your Monster and You

Garou x Reader

Warning: Smut

Summary: Every night he crawled into your bed, and every morning he left.

Your relationship with Garou had been nothing but complicated.

From the moment you invited him over after a night at a bar, you knew exactly what he was doing.

He was looking for a place to crash and you became the perfect fool he can take advantage of.

But you didn’t care much.

Months ago, when he first came over he fucked you so good, you could barely walk the next day.

Then you met him a couple weeks later, and the same happened. You invited him over, you two had sex in the shower, you fell asleep next to him, but he was gone the next morning. 

However, that time, he left his phone number.

After this, he texted you almost every day, asking if he can come over. 

You always said yes.

You had nothing to lose, you lived alone and he was an amazing fuck.

He always gave you the best time either with his fingers, tongue or cock.

It was a simple exchange. 

But of course, you had to ruin it.

You fell in love. 

Truly a mistake on your part.

Who falls in love with a monster?

But you kept your feelings hidden.

Or at least, tried to.

But one day, he came to your home unannounced, bruised and bloody.

"What the fuck?" you asked as he fainted.

You knew he was bad. But this was another level. 

You dragged him to your couch and cleaned his wounds. You decide to cook some food for when he wakes up.

He woke up when you were already in bed.

It was late, but he decided to eat, you heard the clanking of the plates as he ate the food you made, and then, he joined you in bed.

Like he always did, pulling you close to his chest as he slowly fell asleep.

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The next morning you were more than shocked to find him still in your bed.

That never happened before for the last year he has been coming over.

But you weren't complaining, you stayed in his arms. Not moving. You were scared that if you moved, he would just bolt out the door and never come back.

You ended up falling back to sleep. 

You woke up a couple of hours later to a certain feeling between your legs.

It took you a couple moments to realise what was going on  Garou was in between your legs eating you out. 

“Garou.” you said with a moan. “What are you-“ but he just decided to add a finger making your job to stop him a lot more difficult.

You tried to object, but his tongue found your clin just perfectly as he continued.

Your legs started to shake as you came.

No warning or anything.

Just a loud moan.

"Garou." you called his name in your moment of bliss.

Just as you came back to your senses you realized that he was standing up and ready to leave.

"Where are you going?" you asked as he got ready to open your door.

"I'll be back later." he said without looking at you and the door closed behind him.

You spent the entire day at home.

And you made up your mind. You will break this... whatever this is between you and Garou and you.

You were over the anger, the worry and the heartbreak. You never knew if he would come back or not, you never knew if he would die out there or not. 

You couldn't live like that anymore.

As much as it hurt, you wanted it all to end.

Garou arrived back later that afternoon. You were sitting on your couch watching a movie when he arrived.

You knew you needed to talk, but you were still scared to do it.

You loved him.

You loved his attitude, you loved his eyes and his wicked smile. You loved his obsession with monsters.

"We can't keep doing this." you ended up saying as you looked up at him. "This is ruining me, I feel so deeply for you, even though you told me not to get attached... I did. And this is killing me. Seeing you leave when I would need you the most. I simply can't continue like this, not for the sex, not for anything. It is not worth it, I'm sorry. I want a relationship, a man who I can lean on, who doesn't leave to fight heroes on a daily without telling me."

"What if I tell you? Would you be with a man like that, who hunts and kills heroes?"

"I would be with you. I would love to love you freely, without any hesitation. But you are not that, Garou and we both know."

"You deserve better. But at the same time, I would kill anyone who dares to touch you. So, what should we do?"

"What do you mean? Why are you saying that?" you asked, confused.

"I want to be the best for you, but the best of me, not an idea of a man. I want to be a monster, the strongest monster, but... I want to be yours and for you to be mine.”

You didn’t want to believe his words. He must be lying. But his eyes were on yours and you could see the truth in them. 

He was telling the truth. 

And suddenly, you became aware of everything around you.

It was a warm summer evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, surrounded by the heady scent of blooming roses, you didn't even notice that he had roses in his hand.

As he stood there, gazing into your eyes, a spark ignited between you, a flame of desire that burned brightly in the gathering darkness as the sun began to set. 

Garou took a few steps as you stood up, allowing him to reach out to caress your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. 

You leaned into his embrace, your lips seeking his in a passionate kiss that spoke of longing and love and a promise.

A promise of forever.

Your bodies pressed together, hearts beating as one, you lost yourself in the moment, in his arms, yet again. 

The world around you fading into insignificance. 

In that small apartment, you were the only two souls in reality, your love a force of nature that could not be restricted.

As the moon rose high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over your entwined bodies, you and Garou knew that you were bound together by a love that was as timeless as the stars above. 

Even if this all started because of convenience. He needed a place to sleep, and you needed a man to fuck away your problems.

In that passionate moment, you found comfort and joy.

Your hearts overflowing with the beauty of their shared bond, something that was so unspoken before, not it was reality.

And as you lay there, lost in his arms, you knew that your love would endure, a beacon of light in a world filled with darkness.

Just your monster and you. 

[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, a lot of teasing, things get very heated (NSFW), 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,” 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 almost 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 Strong 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 are 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?”

“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. 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.”

“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 feet 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 pearl, 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,” 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 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!

[buttercupblu]

one day, the clouds parted and an Angel tumbled down, falling all the way from the celestial sphere, but landing light as a feather in a bushel of white roses. she looked up at the sky—brushing off her darkened wings—and with squinting eyes, gazed at a kingdom so bright but so rigid and said with a calm breath, "well screw you, i didn't want to be a part of that snooze fest anyway." and promptly made her own Heavens on Earth.

(in no particular order...maybe)

one punch (OP)

jojo's bizarre adventure (JJBA)

jujutsu kaisen (JJK) (lowkey regret the day i pressed play on this🤭)

record of ragnarok (ROR)

eventually attack on titan (AOT) once i'm finished with it (Levi should've been in the harem 🧍🏾‍♀️)

Angel's Heavens and why she loves them:

🩷Buddha (ROR): this man is my Lord and personal savior—watch ROR if you don't know what i'm talking about. Buddha exudes peace in his every waking and sleeping moment but try him if you want to and earn a first-class trip to Nirvana 😘. his tongue game is BRAZY (you've seen the gif) and he loves to BITE. he makes sure we do yoga together every single morning to start our day and after making sure my back is nice and stretched out, he breaks it 🧘🏾‍♀️. but he always puts me back together with soft coos, humming purrs, and tender strokes. this man is my lock screen, my peace, my husband, my everything. i keep him fed and not just with food; he will never know hunger as long as i am alive 🤍

💜Geto (JJK): mymanmymanmymanmymanmyman. if Sugu asked me to have his kids, i would say "how many baby?" and i am clearly not mother material 🥴. my husband #2 that i would turn my back against the JJK world for in a heartbeat. he could call me a 🙈 and i would say thank you. in all realness, i get geto. i really do. my little alien, my little aquarius, he just wants justice at the end of the day—truly. not power, not dictatorship, just for things to be right, safe. there's something about his maternal instincts that lets me know he would take suchhhh good care of me—he's so careful, so understanding. i'd never have to lift a finger (except when i'm being a brat) and his Suave Commercial locs make me want to wrap them around my fist and pull. he has a face card that will never decline and baby, i keep on swiping 🤧|sidenote: i need his gender pls and ty

💜Choso (JJK): my pookie-wookie puppyboi boyfriend Cho, what would i ever do without you??? idk, there's something about Chosito that sets my motherly instincts on fire 🔥 . i want to love on him, nurture him, care for him, and absolutely reduce him to tears all in the same breath. he's such a family man, so full of love and kindness and security and i adore that about him. my soft and gentle man, i feel like he's a 70-30 sub-dominate switch but gIRL do not be fooled 😩—when that man loses all sense in that cute little pig-tailed head of his, you better have an icy pack and aftercare on standby 🧍🏾‍♀️

💚Josuke (JJBA): oooohmygAWD 😩 what isn't there to say about boyfriend #2, Josuke?? the hair, the moves, the suave looks, the no-bullshit attitude. besides Dio, baby invented jojo-posing like, kneel before your Leo king?? he's so cute and creative and such a quick thinker like omg part 4 had me STRESSED, but he gets his quick wits from his no-good cheating ass pappy 🤭. josuke keeps it real, calm, cool, and collected. he's a bit too forgiving (fk Okuyasu) but that's only because he has a 💗 bigger than his hair, and when im not spending hours styling it and getting him together in the morning, im daydreaming about his love, care, and cuddles i get every night. and if i ever hurt myself, he's quick to heal my boo-boos with magical kisses🤍

💚Narancia (JJBA): my silly little goof ball pup #2, omg he's so precious and innocent and deserves soooo much more 🥺. Narancia is just...pure unadulterated love in human form. he doesn't judge, he doesn't reject, he's a bit quick to anger but it's always deserved because look at him!! how could you be mean to such a precious little thing, he wouldn't hurt a fly (unprovoked). my baby's a little slow but what he doesn't have in genius, he makes up for with his heart. and that boy can dance and dress his ass off, lets fking goooo skintight leather steel-bone corset top 🗣️

🩷Sukuna (JJK): ok listen....hear me out...balance🧍🏾‍♀️. he brings balance. everyone else is muddled and normal, soft, or innocent but Kuna resides in the extremes, is the perfect polar-opposite of Choso, and rounds out the group with good ole fashion discipline 💪🏾 (read Exercising with Sukuna if you don't believe me). he's not my favorite to deal with because the man puts the ass in asshole bUT it's good for my soul to toughen up every now and then. if you want something done and you want it done right, ask Sukuna. he'll grumble and berate you the entire time but sh*t will get done and better than you ever thought it could be. .......he also has 4 arms, 2 dicks, and a stomach mouth—good fkin bye.

🩷Saitama (OP): he makes me laugh, there's not much more to say 🤣. the most normal out of the group and the most nonchalant. Saitama is literally my best friend who never takes anything seriously just like me. our favorite hobby we do together is literally grocery shopping and i will wake my ass up every saturday morning to be by his side as he spends way too much time comparing fruits and vegetables just to get the same things he does every time. he's also the strongest and would deck everyone on this list if it came to it (argue with the manga, not me 🐸☕️)

honorable mention: Levi (AOT) because this short king 👑 cares too much and gives no f**ks at the same time and has the best resting b*tch face/face card i've ever seen 🧍🏾‍♀️

🪽current fav fic written by Angel: God is Fair|Suguru Geto since you were young, you knew you were meant for each other. he comes into your life like a storm and grows closer no matter how distant you seem. he swells and captures your heart every time he's near. so why do you keep fighting him? angel's note: full of backstory, poetry, and tear-your-heart-out angst with one of the sluttiest, smuttiest part twos in existence

🪽current fav recommendation from another author: One, Two, Three (it's not only you and me)|STSG x Reader "what suguru is trying to avoid saying is the whole cliché of 'we saw you from across the bar and we really like your vibe'," the white-haired man says, gaze flickering down your body. he looks back up, making eye contact. "but it's true, so we were wondering if you'd like to join us for some fun," he says casually, blue eyes piercing. angel's note: and it comes with an AMAZING playlist yall wtf 😩🖤

🪽current fav song to write to: Cigarettes out the Window|TV Girl

🪽fav genres: [writing: nasty, slutty, toe-curling smutty smut, thrillers, enemies to lovers, coming of age]|[reading: psychological horror/thrillers🧍🏾‍♀️, silly goofy supernatural/sci-fy like John Dies at the End (an incredible series that will have you in tears from laughter, stg), dystopian fiction, fiction satire, coming of age/young adult, the classics (surprise)]

🪽hobbies: writing, reading, skating, graphic design, being outdoors as much a possible, being at peace

beats me 🤷🏾‍♀️

nah jk.

the real reason will forever remain a mystery, but i think it has something to do with connectedness.

the first major story i wrote was handwritten in the largest binder i could find in the 4th grade and was about fairies with elemental superpowers.

my first fandom was typed out on my mom's typewriter at her job and about 40/50 pages and was about the boyband B5 (shout tf out to you if yk who they are 🗣️).

both of these instances explored hobbies/interests that i was deeply into. i wanted to share my own take on these things that occupied so much of my time with others who also couldn't escape the clutches of favorites and fandom.

i also wanted to "escape" from a life i thought was dull and bland in favor of living in a world that was bright and full of color and literally in the palm of my hands.

now i do it just because i like to torture myself 🤍

i would create an entirely new world if i could, but i'll settle for pouring my heart out on tumblr

💗first and foremost, all of my characters are 18+. i don't really care for writing aged-up minor characters but when i do, it will be mostly fluff but they will be adults at the end of the day, especially when you consider real-world timelines.

💗smut: i know what you came here for 😏. this does include some more controversial dynamics like consensual non-consent (CNC), ageplay, petplay, power exchange (top, bottom, sub, dom, "slave", etc) rough play, but these writings will always come with tag warnings because everyone likes their tea different 😊

💗fluff: ofc everyone loves a bit of fluff. tis good for the heart to remember that you have one (not me though, y'all be safe)

💗angst 😈: there's nothing i love more than stirring the fictional pot. it hurts so good

💗long ass stories that are almost always projected to be under 8k but end up breaching 10k because i have no control over my life 🤠

💗i will write characters outside of my Heavens/top fandoms but i have to be familiar with those characters/show—keep that in mind in case i reject a future request

let's be civil little angels here

🚫hardcore gore/mutilation: love to read it but cannot write it. am baby

🚫unsafe fetishes: i am kink-shaming 💩, race play, STDs (god why does this need to be said), grApe, i n c e s t, necro, actual torture, etc.,

🚫cliche/exaggerated mental disorders: like saying someone who is very tidy has "OCD" or someone with mood swings is "bipolar"; those are incorrect stereotypes AND i am not licensed to give even fictional characters those diagnoses

🚫pregnancy: gasp, ik. but listen, i have no idea what it's like to be pregnant or have kids (other than my stuffies) nor envision that for myself because it does not seem like much fun 😅 and frankly, i don't really care for it as a plot point? i'd consider it maybe for a drabble request but no major plots

🚫anything else i may be uncomfortable with down the line. i don't have a lot of hard nos but people can get weird sometimes 👀

reblogs, likes, and comments = angel kisses and i have soft, plump lips so 👉🏾👈🏾

i'll eventually open up my asks for requests but this gojo fic (teaser here) is balding me and taking up alllll of my time right now. once they do open, i may be slow to fulfill requests but that's only because i care too much about making great content 🥺. until then, you can still blow up my inbox with reviews, recommendations, thoughts, nonsensical jibber-jabber, whatever; Come chat with the Harem

[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🫢🚿😃👍

[scary-senpai]

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

[devovas]

Name this duo, wrong answers only PATREON: patreon.com/devovas