#one punch man x y/n

[itsthatmff]

helllooo, can you write boyfriends headcanons with other men like flashy flash and amai mask please? ~

IM FINALLY BACK WITH MORE HEADCANONS! writing for these was so hard- it was my first time doing amai mask too- I hope they turned out well 😩

Please keep the requests incoming I’ll try to work through them! I’m sorry for taking so long and Thank you so much for the patience.

Boyfriend Headcanons on OPM men Pt. 2

Fem!reader

Included: Flashy flash, Amai mask, Saitama, Zombie man

Flashy Flash

Having him as a boyfriend sure isn’t for the weak

He’s definetly the leader of the sassy man apocalypse

He takes his night routine SERIOUSLY like you will have a 20 step hair routine and a spa session

He gives great hair care tips though

Lets you braid his hair when you’re bored or does your hair when you’re tired

Gossiping with him is super fun

When he’s annoyed or jealous he scoffs a lot

Tiny bit reluctant over physical affection but his hugs and kisses feel so gentle, you could melt into them.

He goes all out when you’re on your period, like he knows exactly what you need and what to do.

Gifts you hairclips on random occasions !

Doesn’t like you touching his katana cuz he’s worried you’ll hurt yourself.

You get the best dates with him because he knows the best spots, prefers staying at home with you though in case one of his opps are after him.

He does bicker with you from time to time because he knows you too well and can’t be bothered to deal with your overdramatic ass

"Yeah fine we get it you’re just angry because you’re craving some desserts. Stop whining and lets go get it.“

Amai Mask

Might seem like a narcissistic and selfish bastard at first but he really just has issues

As a boyfriend he might not be able to spend much time with you since he is a hero AND a celebrity with a filled schedule

Makes sure to spoil you rotten tho

You get expensive gifts from him on a weekly basis and he takes you out to the best restaurants

He has to be very discreet with your relationship since it could cause him a bad reputation and backlash from the media

Whenever he’s overwhelmed or had a bad day he seeks comfort in your embraces

Feels like you’re the only one who understands him

Genuinely opens up to you and shows you his vulnerable side from time to time

He gets VERY jealous like he better not catch you admiring some other hero

At first he’d laugh it off not wanting to believe such a thing but slowly the jealousy would start creeping up

“You’re mine understood?”

Is just scared of u leaving him

He calls to tell you there’s a new magazine out that features him and wants you to buy it.

Thinks you’re his biggest supporter and likes to brag about you.

Saitama

Dates consist of gaming or getting deals at different supermarkets

I can totally imagine that he’s willing to try some new things at the convenience store with you and do taste tests.

Never rates the food a 10/10 cuz he thinks Genos could do it better.

YES sometimes Genos DOES make dinner dates for you two, he goes all out making a 5 star dinner for his sensei and his girlfriend.

Saitama secretly loves it when you come and sit on his lap as he watches tv.

He may not look like it but he really notices the small details, like he’ll ask if you put on different perfume or shampoo. Does it so sleek too.

He’d lean in to your neck and WHISPER INTO YOUR EAR

"Hm..you smell so good, got a new perfume?“

This guy just knows how to get you flustered

Is very nonchalant about most things, doesn’t really get jealous. (Unless you’re being overly nice to someone that has like really good hair)

“Yo genos. How much do you think a hair transplant costs?”

“Why are you asking sensei?”

“No reason really..” as he GLARES at the guy you’re talking to.

Doesn’t call you often, more like he randomly texts you what he’s doing and if your schedule matches his you both hangout.

Wants to climb up the ranks in order to impress you and loves to tell you about his day when he gets home.

Gets the most expressive around you.

He kicks out Genos when you two need your private time.

Gives the best piggy back rides.

Zombieman

Hands down the best boyfriend out there

He’s so chill about everything

Likes to take you everywhere with him, especially on shooting ranges, coffee shops or jazz bars

Respects your boundaries a lot, if you don’t like the smoke from his cigarettes he’ll try not to smoke around you, if you’re a smoker yourself he always looks forward to smoke some with you.

You both have a very casual relationship, there’s no awkwardness at all nor the cheesiness and pampering

That also includes physical affection. Cuddling on the couch or holding hands seems natural to you.

As nihilistic as he is, he can’t hide whenever he’s jealous.

“Was it fun chatting to that human?” He’d ask whilst pressing down the last remaining of his cigarette onto the whiskey glass. He wasn’t upset, more like curious of what you saw in another man.

Only calls you in the evenings after he walks you home. Likes to hear your voice before he goes to sleep.

He loves to get you roses

Asks childish emperor for advice on what to get you. Doesn’t even realise himself that he slips in your name in every conversation.

Is the kind of boyfriend that is happy enough to just watch you from afar.

Never ever gets aggressive with you. In fact you’ve never seen him angry.

Likes to polish his guns while you sit on his lap.

[lexsssu]

Thigh Riding (Saitama)

TAGS: Saitama/F!reader, thigh riding, smut, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

“I wonder how long you can keep this up for…”

Angry veins bulge against the skin of Saitama’s hands and pulse alongside his temple, body as still as a statue even as you proceed to hump his leg like a bitch in heat. Your shirt had been lifted up and bra pulled down to free your breasts that jiggle enticingly in front of your husband’s face as you rub your wet heat against his thick thigh.

This was...training.

Yes, a new kind of training meant to test the bald hero’s endurance and self-control even as his rock-hard cock valiantly poked against the front of his shorts, desperately yearning to be enveloped within the tight wetness of your pussy. It was a waste for your juices to coat his thigh when it could be dripping all over his member and making a mess on his balls instead.

“My, my...only a few more minutes left. You’re doing a marvelous job, honey~” 

Though your words seemed innocent enough, the fact that you whispered it breathily straight into his ears as your hips undulated and bucked even more wildly on his leg was anything but innocent.

But he tried to persevere anyway.

If he could get past these last few minutes then his training will comple‒

“I can’t wait to finally have this big cock split me open as soon as possible. You really know how to tease me, darling~” 

Fuck it.

Your surprised shriek is muffled by the hero’s lips when he swiftly pins you to the ground.

[thedoctorswholigan]

Texting with the gents of One Punch Man!

“She busy rn” text prank Part 1

Find Part 2 here: Pt. 2

incl. Saitama, Genos and Garou

warnings: Slightly suggestive themes but nothing explicitly nsfw, reader is female, cursing, mostly fluff!

[dinodaweeb]

I am once again asking for genos x reader. Will I receive🤔

ofc pookie 😩💗🫶 anything for you. But here is the price for not being specific teehee!! Hope he wasn’t too odd :>

STAY WITH ME | One-Shot

Slight?Yandere!Genos x Gn!Reader

Summary: You get hurt, Genos goes apeshit. (Yippee!)

The night was cool and quiet, oblivious to the chaos that was about to unfold. You were out for a walk, enjoying the calmness of the evening, when you heard the distant sounds of a battle. Your heart sank; you knew Genos was out on patrol, and the thought of him in danger always filled you with dread.

Foolishly, you ran head first following the sound.

You quickened your pace, your curiosity getting the better of you. You hoped to catch a glimpse of him in action, but as you rounded the corner, the scene that greeted you was far more terrifying than you could have imagined.

A massive, grotesque monster towered over the street, its eyes glowing with malice. Genos was there, his body already showing signs of damage as he fought with relentless determination. Half of his was peeled off from what was probably and you watched his eyes widened when you got his gaze. You watched in horror as the monster’s attention shifted from Genos to you.

“Get back!” Genos shouted, but it was too late. The monster lunged towards you, its massive claws aiming to strike.

Before you could react, you felt a sharp pain as the claws raked across your side, sending you sprawling to the ground. Blood seeped through your clothes, and a searing pain radiated from the wound. Your muscles contracted and it hurt to breathe.

Crimson liquid spilled from your side. You tried to move, but your body refused to cooperate.

“No!” Genos’s voice was raw and the intensity of his voice was shocking. In an instant, he was by your side, his eyes wide with panic as he assessed your injury. “Stay with me,” he pleaded, his voice breaking. “Please, stay with me.”

You tried to speak, to reassure him, but the pain was too overwhelming. Your vision blurred, and darkness threatened to overtake you.

Your eyes started to shut.

Genos’s expression shifted from desperation to a silent rage. His animosity was leaking through his figure, his golden eyes dim with ire. He turned towards the monster, his body lighting up with energy. “You’ll pay for this,” he grunted, his voice filled with deadly promise.

The fight that followed was a blur of light and sound. Genos unleashed his full power, his attacks fueled by emotion. Didn’t matter if his limbs tore off or he was losing his energy by the second. It hurt you. The monster stood no chance as he tore it apart, his strikes defined and developed. The ground shook with the force of his fury, and within moments, the creature lay defeated, its body reduced to smoldering rubble.

With the threat eliminated, Genos rushed back to your side, his face covered with blood and grime. “Hang on,” he whispered, his hands trembling as he carefully lifted you. “I’ll get you to safety.”

You felt the warmth of his embrace, the steady hum of his heart as he carried you. The pain was still there, but his presence was a comforting despite the situation.

Genos moved with a delicacy you admired. His speed bringing you to the nearest medical facility. The doctors sprang into action, and you were whisked away, leaving Genos to pace anxiously in the waiting room. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as he waited for news, his mind racing with a thousand what-ifs and fears.

Finally, a doctor emerged, and Genos rushed to meet them. “How is—” he began, but the doctor held up a hand to calm him.

“They’re stable,” the doctor said. “We’ve managed to stop the bleeding and treat the wound. They’ll need time to recover, but they’re going to be okay.”

The relief that washed over Genos was palpable. He sagged against the wall, his eyes closing briefly as he let out a shaky breath. “Thank you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

When he was finally allowed to see you, he approached your bedside cautiously, his usually confident demeanor replaced with hesitation. You opened your eyes, offering him a weak smile. “Hey,” you whispered.

Genos sank into the chair beside you, taking your hand in his. “I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice cracking. “I should have protected you.”

His head hung low in shame.

“You did,” you replied, squeezing his hand gently. “You saved me.”

He shook his head, his eyes filled with regret. “I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. I allowed you to get hurt.. what kind of hero does that?”

You reached up to touch his face, your fingers brushing against the cool metal. “I’m here, Genos. Thanks to you.”

He held your hand to his cheek, closing his eyes. “I’m yours.”

“And you’re mine.” You grinned.

“I swear I’ll never let anything happen to you again.”

“I know,” you said softly. “Just… stay with me.”

“I will,” he promised, his voice a vow.

“Always.♡”

[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!

[screeching-bunny]

Yandere! One Punch Man Saitama

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’, Bad Writing (First Time Writing on Tumblr)

🌟 Yandere Saitama! You probably met him outside of a supermarket and thought he was homeless.

🌟 Feeling bad, you gave him a coupon from the supermarket and he’s been following you ever since.

🌟 How could he not, you so were so generous to give him a 50% off coupon. Who wouldn’t fall for you!

🌟 The first time he met you, he felt the feeling of love return back to him.

🌟 Soon after, another emotion came back to him, RAGE. It was when he saw a boy flirt with you he couldn’t control his emotions.

🌟 The minute you leave he takes action and a few days later you see the same guy on a missing person’s poster.

🌟 When he first saw your smile he had to go to the doctor’s office the same day because he thought his heart would explode.

🌟 He is definitely the clingy type and wants to have you by his side all the time.

🌟 However, whenever he has to perform his hero duties, he locks you up inside his apartment.

🌟 He fears for your safety because what if one of his “rivals” such as Speed-o'-Sound Sonic tries to get revenge on him by hurting you.

🌟 Would totally be down to kidnap you if he ever felt like you were in danger.

🌟 If he does kidnap and if you try to escape he won’t punish you, just be very disappointed.

🌟 Don’t you know he’s doing this to protect you?

🌟 Doesn’t really care if anyone insults him but if he hears your name out of someone’s mouth, he isn’t against murder.

🌟 Loves to lay around with you and loves to especially lay his head on your lap.

🌟 You’re his daily serotonin boost. You make him feel human again.

🌟 Whenever you come into the same vicinity as him, 100% of his attention is on you.

🌟 Is very attentive when it comes to you and likes to make you happy

🌟 Even though he’s broke, he would still try to buy you gifts and flowers every now and then.

🌟 When Genos first comes along he tries to hide you from him.

🌟 Often times goes to the supermarket with you to find sales.

🌟 Despite having a stoic he’s always cheering you on and supports you in anything you do.

🌟 Would have a small photo shrine of you in his room.

🌟 You’re definitely his motivation to keep going in life without you he would be an empty shell again.

🌟 Is not letting you go once he gets his hand on you. After all how can you, he is the world’s strongest man.

[the-daiz]

IN KIND, AND IN TASTE

Pairing(s); Flashy flash x reader x speed-o’-sound sonic Flashy flash x reader Speed-o'-sound sonic x reader Genre; love triangle, rivalry summary; rivalry between two ninjas, and former partners, to earn the heart of their shared attraction. We'll start off with a general paragraph for both Sonic and Flash then yeah ahahha LONG A/N: idk what this is haha NOT PROOFREAD, so excuse any grammar /spelling mistakes or overall sloppy writing

there was certainly something special about you, there’s no doubt about it, how could someone ‘average’ be capable of attracting the fancy of, not only one highly skilled stoic ninja. But two!

was it also a coincidence that both of them, flashy flash and speed-o’-sound sonic, were raised in the same ninja village and were even formally called friends.

The two sword-wielders seemed to have more in common than one would think. Their fighting style, their body types, and even their taste,

You were like nothing they had ever seen. They gravitated towards you like moths to a radiant light.

You were insanely powerful, no doubt about that. The way you carried yourself was nothing less than captivating. You were just so desirable to them. So well crafted… perfect for them.

Speed-o’-sound sonic at first rivals you, and is pleasantly surprised by your sheer strength. He thought the emotions he was feeling were just the adrenaline of the thrill he gets from fighting strong opponents. But it was different for you. Every time he challenged you, and lost, he grew more infatuated by you rather than frustrated. He starts being nicer toward you, his definition of nice, at least. Going up to you more to greet you than to fight you, maybe ask about your day. He’s very awkward and stiff in these exchanges, due to the fact he’s not really used to “friendly ” conversations with other people. The more he does it, the better he gets at it though. But, lord… he’s so incredibly allured by you. By everything you do. His small interest had morphed into a suffocating attachment toward you. It became a routine, whenever you’re doing some mundane task, away from friends or work, Sonic always appears by your side, greeting you in his own unique way. He accompanies you, listening to you attentively as you talk about your day or anything you’re interested in. In his head, he’s scribbling down notes on what you like, and more information about that interest if you talk about it to him. He pays close attention to everything you do. And can often tell when you’re feeling down, no matter how good you are at hiding it. He demands that you tell him what's wrong, if you do, he’ll say something like “how dare something so insignificant trouble someone like you! I’ll eliminate it.” And attempts to comfort you (but he sucks at it), but it warrants a laugh from you so it's alright. He stays by your side until he's sure you feel better. He goes all out whenever you're watching him fight, flaunting his amazing skill and speed. Then eagerly tries to get you to complement or say something positive about his moves, he tries not to make it obvious but its obvious... He’ll do anything you ask of him, he’ll burn the world down if that’s what you wanted.

Flahy flash has a keen eye, especially for potential and power, and you were far from lacking either. He’s amused by you, to say the least. He watches you from afar for awhile, his interest in you building up slowly with every gaze that was fixated on you. As a “test” (💀), he attacks you, but you dodge his attacks and start interrogating him on why he was attacking you. He apologizes and says his hand slipped (?), then introduces himself to you. He caresses your hand and leans to brush a gentle kiss on your knuckles, almost like a prince (who had just tried to cut you). In this first official greeting, he introduces himself, even though you probably know who he is, using big words and stuff to impress you, also he makes sure to stand extra tall and proper when you're around, glancing at you subtly just to see if you were looking at him by any chance. If you're a hero, whether an S-class or a lower rank, he'll go out of his way to try and join you when you're doing hero work, if anything, it kind of makes him more productive and faster in his own tasks (he just wants to finish everything on his agenda so he can have an excuse to join you in whatever you're doing) If you're on missions together, expect him to show grace to his name: "flashy", he'll make sure he's extra quick, dramatic, and extra photogenic when he's defeating enemies, most of the time not even giving you a chance to fight anything just so you can witness his chivalry and precision. Away from hero work (or maybe you're not even a hero) He's more gentle and soft, his words rolling off his tongue with unwavering charm. He truly has a way with words. You don't notice but he stares at you lovingly whenever you're talking, sometimes your words fade away as he starts to admire your beauty, and he'll often have to ask you to repeat what you said. He showers you with gifts, he pretends like its no big deal and he just has extra money to spare, but it doesn't go unnoticed to you that everytime you like a post about a product you like or your eyes lingers long enough at something, its suddenly at your doorstep the next day (obv from flash). Between the two, he's the more obvious one, it doesn't show in his expressions however, which makes you doubt if he truly has some kind of feelings for you or if he was sent to kill you or something. (he just never noticed how cold his face looks when its strained, poor guy, he's just used to earing that face all the time)

Tranquil pupils follow your solemn form as you stroll by, blissfully unaware of the borrowing owl gazing upon your glory, your elegance, your unfathomable enchantress. It isn’t possible for someone to feel this much devotion for someone who doesn’t even belong to them, yet. You must have bewitched him, ensnared him into your unrelenting hold.

Flashy flash’s face remained still, composed, cold. His eyes were sharp as he continued to trail your grace. Softness was not in his pallet, not even for you, at least not until you realize how phenomenal and absolutely dashing he was. Every step, every move every action of his is calculated, precise, dripping with sheer, staggering skill.

He was no ordinary person, and neither were you. You two were made for each other. He would make sure to show you how worthy you are of him. How you two deserve each other. But…

He feels a twitch from his eyesbrow, his eyes being violated by a dark, depressing pest, now standing beside you. Were you smiling just now? At that guy, no less…? How horrid… how could you grin at such a sight. It would help if Speed-o’-sound sonic was the least bit knowledgeable on how to dress, but his sense of style was simply as grotesque as his features.

Hey, sonic’s a highly wanted criminal. Why not just swoop in and attack him?

...

He can’t do that. It might upset you.

Right, a match made in heaven. Then what was stopping flash from simply asking you on a date? Charming you with his elegance and his smooth tongue (in more ways that one). He can imagine how his date with you would go, what he would do, what he would say, and where he would take you, to render you awe-truck and successfully his. He’s an S-class hero, for god’s sake! And he's hung with you many times before, it wouldn't be uncomfortable for either of you...

That look that you gave Sonic. That’s what was stopping him, that lingering gaze… that he would never wish to see you direct to anyone but him. He feels his jaw tighten further with every passing second, with every word exchanged by you and Sonic. Flashy flash clicked his tongue and sprinted off, cursing to himself, and vowing that he would take care of this predicament later.

Sonic's soft gaze shifted from your face to the roof of a building, significantly far from them, his eyes hardening back to his usual expression. He could sense Flashy flash's precence from a mile away, Flash truly underestimated Sonic's abilities, huh?

Just as aware as Flash was of Sonic and your closeness, Sonic was aware of Flash and yours.

[animeficsworld]

Proposal

Amai Mask x Reader

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You really felt special, being the girlfriend of the one and only Amai Mask was something you never even dreamed about.

But one unfortunate night turned your whole life around. 

A disgusting-looking monster decided that today will be the day when they will kidnap you.

You ran with all you had, trying to find someone, anyone who will help you. But no one helped.

And then, the monster caught you, you screamed, begged for help.

And finally, a hero did arrive to rescue you. That hero was Amai, he easily killed the monster and helped you to your feet.

The moment you locked eyes with him, it was over for both of you. You never would have expected more than that. But once you thanked him, bowed and was about to leave, he didn't let go off your hand.

You were shocked, and so was he. He always thought he will never fall in love, he wasn't cut out for it, is what he thought. But you changed that.

He knew, with his career, it will be difficult to maintain a relationship.

But both of you managed to stay a secret. 

Amai fell more and more in love with you. Your kind nature and beauty kept him going. You called him your hero, which always made him feel some kind of way.

And Amai just knew, he needed you in his life forever, so he had a plan to propose to you. But of course, you didn't know about that.

So when he told you about the date he planned in a very fancy restaurant, you didn't know what to wear or do. You hoped he wouldn't ask you to a fancy restaurant just to break up with you. During the past few months, he had been very distant with you. He had been of course busy, but not much busier than usual so you didn't understand why he was behaving weirdly. But you didn't ask about it. You knew he was a reserved person, and the last time he behaved like this was when he cut his hair and he thought you will get angry since you loved his long locks. So the worst you expected was a hair colour change. 

You ended up with a gorgeous dress on, right by his side. You felt so proud, proud of Amai and all his achievements. You heard his fans in front of the restaurant being sent away as the screamed for his attention.

"Is it okay that they see us together?" you asked as you sat down at your table.

"I'm done with hiding you, Y/N. From now on, I want the world to know."

"Well, I'm sure the world will know it very quickly since they all took at least one hundred pictures. "

You decided not to talk about his fans or any of that any longer. As a comfortable silence fell upon you two. You listened to the music that was playing in the background. You both ordered and enjoyed your food. You knew he wasn't much of a talker.

"So, how was your day?"

"Really good, thank you. I saw your concert yesterday on TV. You were really good."

"Thank you." you continued with small talk and soon dessert came around. 

You laughed out a little.

"What?" he askes watching you carefully.

"To be honest I was nervous. I thought you might want to break up with me, but then my friends said you wouldn't bring me here for that. One even said I might get proposed to." you laughed as you looked at your slice of cake. "But that's so cheesy. You wouldn't put a ring in my champagne or cake, right?" you meant to make a joke, but when you looked up at him and saw his face, your smile fell. His whole face was red and he was frozen in place, staring at his plate.

"You-You...I'm so sorry. Did you r-really?" you started to dig through the cake and funny enough, you found what you didn't expect, a ring. A gorgeous ring with a huge diamond in it. You washed it off in your water and handed it to him. Your face is just as red as his, your heart beating out of your ribcage. "A-ask me." you said and placed the jewel in his palm.

"Will you marry me?" you half expected a nice little speech about your love, how you met and how he fell in love, but just those 4 words meant more than any speech would. Especially after looking into his eyes. His eyes told you all that was necessary. 

"Yes." and he placed the ring to it's rightful place. Your mind barely registered what just happened. But you were extremely happy, you wanted to kiss him so bad, but you knew he didn't like to show affection in public places. So you were very surprised when he leaned over the table and gave you a quick peck on your lips.

Your evening went on as you got out of the restaurant, it was so late, you decided to take a short walk in the park. And lucky for you, no one was there. You were admiring your ring in the moonlight as you were walking hand by hand. 

"You know Y/N, I never thought I will be able to fall in love. Everyone sees me as this image, as a celebrity instead of who really I am. Then you came around. You weren't freaking out like others when I saved you. You were so reserved and you made me interested. You complete me, you don't complain about my lifestyle and work. You support me and don't ask unnecessary questions. I truly love you, Y/N. Thank you for saying yes and becoming my fiancé."

There he was, your Amai, the one only you saw and knew about. 

"I love you too, Amai."

You stopped right in your tracks and kissed him. He placed his hand on your cheek and kissed you back. 

[quills-of-freedom]

Spooky Season 🎃🍂

& Little announcements.

It is now officially the best time of year.

I am happy, content and excited for the season <3

Also I am back from the shadow Realm. Hello, Hi. Nice to see you again.

Also I am now adding One Punch Man to my writing lists. I don't know why I didn't before to be honest, it is a fave of mine.

But right now I am thirsty as f for this mofo....

Jesus Wept... just look at him...

TAKING REQUESTS FOR HALLOWEEN THEMED / SPOOKY THEMED HEADCANNONS

So, without further ado...

Halloween Festival:

Attack on Titan - One Punch man.

Warnings ⚠️ A little bit of smut. Mixture of cannon and modern au throughout.

Added local translations for things too... you'll see what I mean.

It's Halloween night; the moon is full and the leaves are as crisp as the air is cold. The Halloween fair is here in town and luckily, it's also date night 🌙 ✨️

Eren

Haunted house? Lame.

Good luck getting this grump excited for fake cardboard ghouls and goblins. But... gotta hand it to him, it makes you happy so he'll happily oblige.

Casually sipping his pumpkin spice latte with one hand. He gets the iced one because only Eren is edgey enough to drink ice when it's below zero. (Celsius you monsters) while he wraps his free arm around you.

Doesn't blink an eye during the scripted prologue. Rolls his eyes when one of the actors tries to spook him and single him out.

Allows you to hide into his chest if you're that way inclined. He'll scoff at you to stop being so dumb.

"You've slaughtered fifteen meter beasts but you're scared of a sheet?"

But never the less he's just glad he's getting to spend some alone time with you.

There's a room where it's total darkness and there's little flaps in the walls where actors reach out to grab you - his eyes narrow when he hears your peircing screech. He doesn't flinch.

But his protective instincts are still there - although he knows there's no real danger he knows you feel vulnerable so he's still there as your protector.

"C'mere..." Pulls you into a smooch when you're out the other side.

Reiner

Reiners been just as excited for this as you have. Not only does he adore spending time with you, but he's also a fellow lover of this time of year.

Buys all of the things. Fried snacks, candy apples (we call them toffee apples, even though they're not toffee. Weird, I know.) Churros, Cotton candy (candy floss). And shares them all with you. You'll never ever go hungry when on a date with Reiner Braun.

Then he sees it. The holy grail of festivals. The ferris wheel.

Just something about the lights and being so high alone moves something within him. He feels free up in the sky, looking at the gorgeous view. Not to mention the privacy he has with you.

Romantic view of the fireworks from atop the giant wheel is the cherry on top of yet another perfect date with Reiner. His warmth radiates from him as he holds you close and kisses you, the gorgeous colours exploding around you. But of course, that's how it always feels for Reiner when he kisses you.

Levi

Crowds of people, unsanitary food, loud music? Levi is not a fan of places like this. But, much like Eren, will put up with it for you. You'll just have to make it up to him later...

Wins all of the games. Even the ones that are evidently fixed. The game master is puzzled as he hands you a giant stuffed animal; he was sure he'd glued that pin down...

Levi brings his own food, as well as dead ass laying down a handkerchief upon the wooden picnic bench before placing down his boxed lunch.

He'll hold your hand through the crowd when it gets a bit hectic.

Enjoys looking at the bonfire. Not a fan of the smoke though. And it always seems to blow in his direction. He's fuming.

The pent up tension and stress from the whole evening really comes out later as he fucks you more firmly than usual. Nothing against you, of course, but he releases his tensions through his dick and my god was that a lot of strain on his brain.

Saitama

Depending on what mood he's in, he'll love it or hate it. If he's in a good mood he'll enjoy it a lot more. If he can't be arsed then maybe not so much.

Obliterates the games. Like, breaking them. He pisses off the stall owners beyond belief. To the point of just handing him toys as he approaches. He keeps at least one, you can have the rest.

He'll go on rides with you but the whole time he's like:

Thinks the haunted house is dumb but still enjoys it. Laughs at you getting freaked out.

"Hey, y/n." He'll joke, pointing to the Hall of Mirrors. "The scariest room yet."

He'll enjoy the pumpkin carving... until he starts to struggle with it and gets annoyed.

Garou

Garous interest in the festival is literally only you. He wants to fuck you and keep his person happy. He couldn't really give a shit where it was. Saying that, he's a very "in the moment" person and will make the best of the situation.

Wins all the games. Will start a fight if he spots one that's fixed. Ain't no one conning you. Or him.

Laughs like a maniac in the haunted house; because he's scaring them.

Constantly touching you. Guiding you through crowds, squeezing in a sneaky ass grab, wraps his arms around you from behind and buries his face into the crook of your neck.

Fingers you in a hidden corner of either the maze or haunted house. You drive him insane.

Buys all the food but dislikes most of it after trying them.

He's a softie deep down with a soft spot for kids, so when he knocked out the con artist of the game stall, gave out all the toys to the surrounding children. They all cheered him like he was a hero.

"Know how good 'm gonna fuck you later?" He'll sneer into your ear at the most random times. He's always like this on dates.

Enjoys the pumpkin carving and weirdly good at it too.

[itsthatmff]

Hello everything is fine? If requests are still open, can I request opm Garou, Saitama and Sonic with a partner capable of healing any serious injury and renewing their vital energy?

So interesting. It was my first time writing for sonic so don’t go too harsh on me 😞. And yes everything is fine! Just school stressing me out lmao. But I hope you enjoy!

Having an S/O who can heal wounds

Gn!reader

Included: Garou, Saitama, Sonic

Requests are open !!

Garou

It was in that shack where you and your friends often came to hang out because it was an unused and empty place in the middle of the forest that you found that white haired man resting after a long and tough fight.

It couldn’t even be considered resting the way he looked. Blood dripping down his body like water. Of course you immediately tended to him without thinking twice.

You were a B-class hero. Downplayed to the support role, a mere healer. People - especially the association did not see the potential in you. It always bothered you but in this situation you were lucky. God knows what Garou would have done if he had seen your name in the Heroes lexicon instead of just skipping the Pages with the B-class ranked heroes.

One instance lead to the other and it became the norm healing him up whenever he got injured. You developed a weak spot for him. The way he sat on the dust filled couch with his legs spread and his head leaned back. Always making snarky remarks. And always being shirtless.

“It’s great I have ya. Got my own private hopsital.”

“You good? Stop starin at my abs and heal them damnit..”

And of course he has a soft spot for you. May not show it but he cares for you in his own way.

It was when he began coming over for the most useless reasons that you realized he had a crush on you.

Like for instance before or in the middle of fights he’d come looking for you asking you to renew his energy. But after a while he came over every second day with the excuse that “What if I get into a fight?? I need all my power ya know.”

Once you start dating he eventually finds out about you being a hero. Doesn’t really care about it. He is just as upset with you that no one acknowledges your true powers and asks you if you want to join him on his hero hunting but you refuse.

That does not affect your relationship though.

Will lay on you as he lets you heal him. Is real snuggly. Will also groan extra loud to get you all flustered though.

Saitama

(Does this guy even get inured???)

After some research I’ve come to the conclusion that this guy has never gotten severely injured. He does feel pain but it barely hurts.

He does get some tiny scratches from time to time though.

Those if course you heal as his partner. He insists that he doesn’t need it but secretly loves the care you provide him.

When out on Monster battles you two are the best duo to see. While he takes care of the Monsters you take care of any citizens in the area.

He admires you so much and thinks you’re like the backbone of the heroes association because in the end you’re the one who contributes to the citizens and the heroes health.

If anyone dares to say otherwise they’ll have a problem with him.

Let’s you play support in video games because you’re “made for it”

What he does love getting from you are massages though. Your massages are magical because due to your healing and energy renewing powers they make one feel refreshed.

He’ll ask for one whenever he gets the chance.

“A massage’s always good. I can seriously start to feel the back and shoulder pain at my mid-20’s.”

Sonic

At first he’s very reluctant over getting treated by you.

The chairman he works for offered him a personal assistant/nurse. Which was you of course.

This guy knows no shame. Literally strips himself naked in front of you so you could inspect “all his wounds clearly.” It takes you some bickering around for him to put his clothes back on.

Also this guy CANNOT SIT STILL FOR A SINGLE MINUTE. always has to hop on from one place to another with his super speed. It’s just more ‘comfortable’. You literally have to cuff him down sometimes for him to sit still.

And will not stop talking during the treatments. Talking about being the fastest, avenging saitama and whatsoever.

It’s like a therapy and treatment session all at once.

Once you both start dating he gets so comfortable. Will enter the room and lay on you without saying a word expecting you to treat him.

Will justify the injuries he’s gotten like it’s his job.

“Ah that one..you see there was this frick of a cyborg who did not know when to quit. He chopped my hair off too..can you believe it?!”

“See but i’m still stronger than him though. Next time I’ll bring you his head as a souvenir.”

[mugeesworld]

Genos with a Chubby, NB, AFAB Partner head cannons!!

Nb- non binary. Afab- assigned female at birth

The person that requested it asked:

What kind or person do you think Genos would fall for and how would they meet!

Also doing a few plus size head cannons! :)

This might not be accurate cause it's been a bit since I've watched OPM.

I don't think looks matter to Geno's. Hear me out. I think he would like someone that's satisfyingly pleasing to look at. But that doesn't attractive. It could be something special about you. A gleem in your eyes, freckles, a crooked nose, a cool hair style, or just your overall aura.

Or being chubby :). I think Geno's would find a chubby/curvy partner elegant and pleasing to look at. He likes how soft and plush they look. Especially if you have chubby cheeks. I think he would find thoses adorable.

When it comes to what I think Geno's would look for in a partner I think more about personality then looks.

Cause he has a really good sense most of the time whether a person is bad or good.

Geno's would like a partner that is patient with him when it comes to his emotions. Will help him learn about them and be by his side if he gets overwhelmed.

I think he would like more of a light spoken person. Not someone that is constantly loud and yelling. Someone that keeps their calm and has a nice voice.

He would like someone that listens. Someone that pays attention to what he is saying and genuinely cares or wants to help. Someone that is caring.

I think we would like someone that is a introvert or ambirvert.

Someone he can just chill out with. That he can sit in silence with while they read. To where it's not a awkward silence but a comforting, welcoming one.

Over all I think he would like a "soft" person ya know.

They would meet at a coffee shop. You we're inside relaxing on your day off. Sitting by the window.

While genos and Saitama we're on patrol they pass by said coffee shop and Geno's immediately notices you through the glass. Something inside him felt weird. Like his "heart" shuttered. He wanted to know you. You aura seemed so interesting.

While he was thinking, he didn't realize but he stopped dead in his tracks. Just staring at you. Luckily you didn't notice. Saitama turns around to see what's the hold up. "Huh? You want coffee or something?" he asks.

Geno's comes back to reality from his day dream. "No master. I just thought I seen something. Must of been my imagination...." he lies.

They go on with their day but Geno's made sure to scan your face so he wouldn't forget it.

Some days later while he is on patrol by himself he sees you crouched down petting a stray cat. He had to talk to you. He just had to. Its been itching at him all week. "Excuse me miss. It's going to be getting late soon. You should head home before it gets too dark." he says towering over you from the ground.

You look up at him, realizing who it was. "I'll be on my way. Just wanted to say goodbye to my little friend. Thank you sir." you stand up and give him a closed eye smile before turning around to walk away.

Geno's starts walking beside you. "Um. May I ask why you're following me?" you ask confused. Geno's stays looking forward. "Its unsafe for a lady to walk home by herself at a hour like this. I'm heading this way anyways." he says making a excuse to see you longer.

"I see. Well thank you." you hum.

After you and genos arrive at your house he takes his leave. Not saying much. After that you and him started running into each other more often. Talking more each time. Soon be coming friends.

Geno's love language would be quality time or acts of service. He likes have your presence near him. Even if y'all are talking. Or when you do small acts of kindness for him.

Your presence is something he craves so much. How it's warm and welcoming. He can't get enough of it. After a long day of Patroling nothing is more relaxing then coming home to be around you. Cause right when he opens the door to come in this comforting aura just swallows him whole.

He immediately feels relaxed. He's not sure why you have such a aura like this cause it's nothing like he's seen before.

As he gets more comfortable around you and starts seeing you more. He starts craving your presence more often. Not wanting to just be around you but even touching you. Resting his hand on yours. Or your shoulder touching his.

[thedoctorswholigan]

Texting with the gents of One Punch Man!

“She’s busy rn” text prank Part 2

Find Part 1 here: Pt. 1

incl: Metal Bat, King and Speed O Sound Sonic

warnings: Slightly suggestive themes but nothing explicitly nsfw, reader is female, cursing, mostly fluff!

[dinodaweeb]

thoughts on saitama with an airhead lover?

um fucking awesome 🗣️🗣️🚨 omg I need more opm content!! Forgive me if this was not what u wanted 🗣️☝️ but I love comedy

PERMANENT IMPRESSIONS | Saitama x Gn!Airhead!Reader

Saitama stretched lazily on the couch, flipping through channels with a disinterested expression. His usual routine of hero work and mundane errands had left him feeling particularly bored today. Just as he was about to settle on a nature documentary, the front door swung open, and his lover, You bounded in with an exuberant grin.

“Saitama! Guess what I did today!” You exclaimed, bouncing on your toes.

Saitama raised an eyebrow, already bracing himself for whatever unpredictable adventure you had embarked on this time. “What did you do?”

You rolled up your sleeve to reveal a fresh tattoo of a mosquito on your forearm. Saitama’s eyes widened slightly as he took in the detailed design.

“A mosquito?” he asked, puzzled.

“Yeah! I got it to spite you,” You said proudly. “Remember that one mosquito you couldn’t kill? Well, now you have to look at it every day!”

Saitama sighed deeply, shaking his head. “You really went and got a tattoo of a mosquito just for that?”

“Absolutely,” they replied, beaming. “Isn’t it hilarious?”

Saitama rubbed his temples. “You do realize tattoos are permanent, right?”

You shrugged, unfazed. “Yeah, but it’s funny. Plus, it’s just one little tattoo.”

The next day, Saitama came home to find you with yet another new tattoo. This time, it was an intricate design of a robot on their upper arm.

“Let me guess,” Saitama said, dropping his grocery bags on the counter. “You got that because you think Genos is cool?”

“Exactly!” You said, eyes sparkling with excitement. “He’s so awesome with all his gadgets and stuff. I wanted to honor that.”

Saitama sighed, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation. “You know you don’t need to get tattoos to show admiration, right?”

“But it looks so cool!” you protested, flexing your arm to show off the robot.

Days later, Saitama was unsurprised but still slightly dismayed when you revealed yet another new addition. This time, it was a large cross on your back.

“Why a cross?” Saitama asked, genuinely curious.

“It looks badass, doesn’t it?” you said, twirling to give him a full view. “I saw this design in a magazine and thought it would make me look tough.”

Saitama nodded slowly. “I guess it does look pretty cool. But are you sure you’re not going overboard with these tattoos?”

“No way!” You replied confidently. “I’m just getting started.”

A week later, Saitama walked into the living room to find you looking unusually sheepish.

“Saitama,” they began hesitantly, “I… might have made a mistake this time.”

Saitama raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “What happened?”

With a deep breath, you rolled up their sleeve to reveal a small, crude tattoo of a penis on your arm.

Saitama stared at it for a moment before bursting into laughter. “What in the world were you thinking?”

“I didn’t notice it when the artist was showing me the design,” you admitted, cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I thought it was just a random doodle.”

Saitama wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. “You really need to start paying more attention before getting these done.”

“I know, I know,” they groaned. “I’m going to get it covered up as soon as possible.”

Saitama’s laughter died down, and he placed a reassuring hand on their shoulder. “You know, despite all the crazy things you do, I still love you.”

You looked up at him, their embarrassment fading. “Really?”

“Really,” Saitama confirmed with a smile. “But seriously, no more impulse tattoos.”

They nodded earnestly. “Okay, okay, lesson learned. No more impulse tattoos.”

“Yup.”

“But, what about an egg on my butt for a tattoo?”

“[Name].”

[herwritingartcowboy]

FluffTober

(13 Days Of Fic / October 1st - 13th)

Please send in my asks what characters you will like to see with these options. I will only see the characters that I see first. Do pick characters from the tags below. If two characters are picked for one scene I will pick the character that was asked first.

Confession

First Date

First Kiss

Meeting Family/Friends

Pocky Challenge

Genderswap

Jealousy

Sick Day

Proposal/ Married Life

Hurt N Comfort

Fairy Tale Au

Soulmates

Carrying Bridal Style

Have fun picking and choosing what to read, remember first comes first pick.

[rose-riot-johnson]

Hi my Tumblr Peeps😃 Today I decided I'd work on a particular character from One Punch Man today. And his name is Garou. I did try writing about him in fall 2021, however things wasn't going as planned and my device did crash earlier last year, so I got a new device which was how I was able to write about Mezo Shoji, Koji Koda, Gang Orca, Mitsuri Kanroji, etc.. Then I decided to start from scratch and figured... Why not work on this fanfic about Garou that I'm writing about.🤷‍♀️💡😃

The Mutual Confession (Garou (One Punch Man) x (any gender reader)

Genres: Head Cannon(?), Confession (and/or Confession Fluff), Funny Light Hearted Fluff

*When you first met Garou it was by the bus stop. He will chat with you, however if you make a good impression on him (without realizing or knowing it), he will be a little shy while trying to show blushing on his face. He basically likes inner beauty and kindness (which are his weaknesses).

*On the bus (any kind of bus), if Garou catches anyone trying to flirt with you (especially since you made a good impression on him and he sees your kindness), he will definitely hint for them to back off. He feels that he's trying to show that you made a good impression on him. You were happy he's protective of you despite of you being atleast a little concerned about him.

*At (school/college/work), Garou notices that the (the other students/coworkers) were bullying you earlier, so after (school/college/work), Garou madesure to teach the same (other students/coworkers) who were bullying you a lesson to not harass you anymore, and Garou will do so in physical fashion, since he doesn't like bullies at all. Infact he hates bullies due to what happened in his childhood while he was in school. Garou just wanted to makesure you don't end up like him in anyway to makesure you don't get bullied anymore.

*As the (other students/coworkers) who did bully you apologized to you for what they did to you, you glanced at Garou walking by while trying to focus on their apology as well. You knew full well that Garou beat them up, while also knowing what Garou did to them being the reason why the (other students/coworkers) crying to you, as they're apologizing to you and pleading that they will not bully you nor be mean to you anymore.

*Months went by as Garou went to your place with the cake he stole (without getting caught somehow, since he's somehow sneaky with the cake) and the flowers he picked in the park (flowers weren't stolen). He knocked on your door, which you answered the door wondering how he knew where you lived, tough you smile and welcomed in your home anyways. He only knew where you lived because he saw you walked home one evening (only to makesure you got home safe).

*After Garou got inside your place for the first time ever, he really surprised you with cake and flowers. You were happy about the cake and the flowers that Garou got for you (even tough you were curious how he managed to get you that cake). Despite of your curiosity about how he got you that expensive looking cake, you appreciate the cake (just as well as the flowers) that he surprised you with anyways. Garou decided to ask you where the living room is, so he can have a talk with you, which you happily showed him where the living is. Afterwards you sat in one chair while Garou sat in the across from you.

*As Garou was about to try to confess that he has a crush on you, he blushed and had trouble finding the words to say about how he felt about you. After a minute of Garou trying to find the words to say his confession, you decided to take your turn to confess saying, "I get it, Garou. I like you, too.", as you smiled, because you knew since day one that you met him that he liked you, even tough Garou had trouble finding his words without being a blushing mess. Garou was definitely shocked to hear you confessed to him like that.

*When Garou was shocked to hear that out of you, while being a blushing mess, he would say, "You knew I... Uh... Liked... You?And since you... Um... Liked me... Too, then... How long... Did you... How do I say this...", as he frustrated in how to work this. You then cut him off saying that you had a crush on him since the last couple minutes before the bus came on that very day both you and Garou met at the bus stop, as you smile. What you told him not only surprised him more, however what you said also made him more of a blushing mess as his face kept getting more and more red, as each second went by.

*So, since the confession crush talk is out of the way both you and Garou got to know eachother more and more, as time went by. You just didn't care, if Garou had an occupation, or any kind of reputation Garou has, or anything like that. You accept him for who he is and he accepts you for who you are and he feels the same way about you. He's always right by your side and your always by Garou's side, as well. At this point nothing will come between you and Garou, because the fact is that you and Garou are eachother's soulmates together for all eternity.

The End

I have been wanting to successfully post a fanfic in Tumblr for a long time. Unfortunately I was unable to post a fanfic I was working on in fall of 2021. The fanfic I was unable to post about (due unknown reasons) did involve a bus stop and Garou beating up a bully and while last year after getting a new device I did thought about working on a confession story pertaining Garou, so while writing this fanfic I ended up writing about, I decided to mix a couple pieces of the fanfic I couldn't post in fall of 2021 and the confession thoughts of last year while making this a fun sunshine and rainbows type of head cannon(?), fanfic☀️🌈☀️🌈 Anyways my Tumblr Peeps, I hope you have fun reading this fanfic and it makes your day just as much as I had fun writing it while writing that made my day☀️🌈😁👍

[karume-everything-else]

Whumptober 2023

Day 12: Fighting against a soft moment [Reader x Genos] {One Punch Man}

Genos was trying to figure out how to approach you after the latest monster attack. There wasn't much he knew about comforting others, despite wanting to learn and dating you. But this would inevitably be much trickier than previous problems the two of you had worked through together.

But that wouldn't stop Genos from trying his best.

You jumped at the knocking on your front door, answering it only to find Genos standing there with a handful of flowers. Stepping back so he could enter, you couldn't look at him. The way this day has gone, you were just wanting to lay down... you weren't entirely certain there was anything he could do.

And yet, Genos was trying to set up for something cuddly. You would normally love the gesture, but you were so drained and sorting through having stared down the literal jaws of death earlier today. You weren't even a hero, just trying to protect others while waiting for real heroes.

Genos was trying to guide you to the couch, determined to help in the only way he knew how. Even if it wasn't much help in the long run. Until you snapped at him, pushing back and trying to create distance.

"Genos, stop!" You turned on your heel to face him, "I get you're trying to help but this isn't helping. I just want to forget what happened but I can't sleep and its all just too much."

He paused, "Then what can I do? How can I help?"

"I don't know." You whined, unable to stop yourself from seeking comfort against his chest, "I don't know... I'm sorry."

Genos slowly raised his arms to hug you, rubbing your back gently. He took the risk to pull you a little closer, just wanting to help you calm down. While you nuzzled against his chest, he had a slight idea...

"[Name], maybe this does help?" Genos offered again, "Cuddling and watching movies that don't have anything going on? I plan on staying here until you tell me to leave."

You whimpered a little, realizing you'd snapped on someone who just wanted to help. But you nodded slowly, allowing Genos to scoop you up and carry you to the couch.