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chaichaiiskai · 8 months

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Need male reader smut asap pls maybe dubcon

hero hunter! garou x hero! male! reader x hero! stinger

notes: started rewatching opm with my lil' brother and got a cold, cold reminder of just how hot the characters are so y'know I had to write something...

warnings: dubcon, forced cuckolding, mlm, male reader, amab reader, garou is so mean and condescending, violence, mention of harming the reader, humiliation, public sex, degradation, alleys are dirty, quid pro quo. you're responsible for the shit you read so don't come and fuckin' bitch at me 'cause you're bein' stupid. this is meant for those who will enjoy readin' this, not you. move along.

STINGER never had a day off, but that was simply the life of a hero, especially during the recent rise of the monster association and monsters in general. The same thing went for you, never did you expect to be in the same profession as your future partner, but here you were. Despite your differences in ranking, you could care less, you weren't interested in the combat parts of hero work, you were a healer and restorer which proved to be useful in its own way. The hero association often called on you for healing other heroes, civilians, etc. You were also called for restoring destruction in the city, proving you to be quite a valuable being, but you never allowed yourself to do anything you didn't deem fair.

With the recent rise of the so-called 'hero hunter' you've been busier than ever, patrolling, restoring, healing, and all the fix-ins, nothing out of the ordinary. Though, today, the last thing you'd expected was to run into your boyfriend while out on your job. Funny, I know, since you're both heroes but this didn't happen as commonly as one would think.

"Hey good looking, what are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be back at home?" Stinger asked as he approached you. You were both smack dab in a neighborhood that still had a bit of people roaming around, it looked relatively safe. Rolling your eyes at his comment, you waved his words off while responding. "Same as you, the association wanted me to patrol around to heal and restore if necessary, they called me as soon as you left. So far nothing's needed much fixing."

The Class A hero grinned and rested his weapon on his shoulder as he continued to engage in comfortable conversation with you, occasionally waving at a few fans here and there who acknowledged him. You talked more like friends than lovers when you were out in public, well, except for Stinger's blatant flirting.

And then it happened.

You'd both made the mistake of letting your guards down and you would be forced to pay the price.

One second you were laughing and joking, and the next second you watch as Stinger is swatted away from you and into a nearby building like a mere mosquito, followed by the panicked screaming of the citizens around you. Everything moves slowly around you as you're frozen in place, a look of fear mingled with shock spread across your features.

"Two heroes standing leisurely around, speaking to one another like there's no immediate danger around them. Tch."

The assaulter speaks from directly in front of you, looking down at you with a grin on his face. The surrounding citizens run away from the scene, eager to preserve their lives. And in no time, it's just you, the hero hunter, and Stinger, who's just peeled himself from the dent in the building, his injuries were obvious but he wasn't Class A for no reason. He shouts at you. "Y/N! Hurry up and run!" He screams in urgency at you, knowing you did not like physical confrontation. His sudden shout seemed to trigger you into moving again as you speedily jumped back away from the one they called Garou, staring at him as you put distance between the two of you.

Immediately, Stinger gets between the two of you and holds up his spear, giving Garou a grin of his own as he gets into position for battle. "So you're the hero hunter, huh? I'll admit, you did catch me off guard but that won't happen again! I'll take you down in a pinch!" He exclaimed and charged forward at superhuman speed, using his Bamboo Shoot with great efficiency despite the bleeding heavily from his head. You watched as the two of them engaged in battle, your heart racing, egging your boyfriend on in your mind.

You should have run away like he said, but you couldn't, not with him injured like this, you would just remain in the area and heal him when you were given the chance. For now, you took to running away, ducking down into a nearby alley to watch the fight, crossing your fingers in hopes that this would end quickly in Stinger's favor.

It looked that way for a while, you could feel yourself becoming more and more relieved by the second, watching as Garou struggled against Stinger's attack, the human who called himself a monster didn't seem to be doing too well, having injuries of his own.

Stinger soon had Garou cornered, ready to further injure him to keep him from doing anymore damage, his signature grin still in place as blood continued to steadily run from his head and into his eyes.

"It's over now. Hurry up and surrender, hero hunter. You've lost."

He said, continuing to hold eye contact with Garou. The hero hunter held no smile, clearly injured as well but also seemed to be thinking deeply about something. It looked like he would be losing this battle, however, you knew that Stinger had the flaw of celebrating too early, and that was the case in this scenario.

"Oh? I'm not so sure."

Garou's words, despite him being yards away from you, sent a chill down your spine and you almost yelled for Stinger to watch out, but it was too late. The hero hunter moved even faster than before and you can't stop yourself from crying out in worry as he knocks Stinger unconscious with just a singular move, strong enough to send him barreling towards you. It was almost like Garou had planned this.

Stinger hit the ground, his body rolling across the concrete until he skidded to a stop in front of you, looking lifeless and mangled, his spear laying somewhere unknown. His eyes were closed and he laid on his stomach in front of you. With a shaken hand, you stared to reach out for him. You could heal him, he'd be okay. He HAD to be okay!

But that was too easy.

You were just mere centimeters from touching his back and activating your healing but you were dragged away, feeling as the back of your head was grabbed and your face was slammed into the ground with enough force to make you dizzy. You nearly vomited from the pain alone but were able to quickly heal yourself. The position you were in was humiliating, hunched over on your knees, hands pressed on the dirty alley in an attempt to support your body to keep it from having too much contact with the uncertainies of grossness. Garou continued to hold the back of your head, and you were unable to see him but he seemed pleased, grinning from ear to ear.

"Who knew the association had just a weak hero in their ranks, Restore." He said, saying your hero name with nothing but venom. This was how you were going to die, this was how you were going to die.

You couldn't even stop yourself from trembling in fear, droplets of tears escaping your eyes as the fell onto the ground beneath you. Biting back a sniffle, you decided to plea the best you could, your voice trembling with each word.

"Plea... please. You can do whatever- whatever you want with me. Just... just let me heal him, please." You begged, not even concerned about yourself at this point, you just wanted Stinger to be okay.

There was silence behind you, too long, too quiet. It was starting to eat you alive, you wanted him to say something. And before you could plead again, you heard him chuckle dryly before he spoke.

"So. It is true. The hero Stinger and hero Restore are 'loving' boyfriends. How comedic. Almost brings tears to my eyes." He paused, seeming to think of what could possibly done next. And the next time he spoke, you could hear the smile in his tone of voice.

"Okay. I'll let you heal him, but you've gotta do something for me in return, yeah?" You then felt a presence lean over you, slender fingers moving from your head to around your neck and gripping at your chin. Soon, his breath was felt on the side of your face, devilish eyes peering at you as he continued to grin, forcing you to crane your neck to look him in the eye as he continued offering his 'deal'. Looking into his eyes was proving to be difficult, his gaze shook you to your core with how cold he looked at you. But before he added onto the deal, he couldn't help but to laugh and insult you.

"Wow. Look at you! You're seriously cryin'? That's cute. Almost makes me feel bad about what's gonna happen next, but that power of yours will help you so I won't feel too bad. We gotta deal or not, Restore?" His eyes looked from yours and then to Stinger's unconscious body, observing the hero.

"Better hurry up. He might not make it."

He then turned your face, allowing you to see what he was seeing. Stinger looked to be breathing shallowly, further solidifying your growing fear. You had no time to refuse or hesitate. What was the worse thing he could do? You still had your powers, you were practically indestructible despite not having much strength.

"Okay! Okay! Do whatever you want!" You exclaimed, shutting your eyes, not wanting to look at your injured boyfriend any longer. Everything would be okay, you can handle this, you've been beaten up before, this was nothing new.

Garou didn't move from where he was for a few seconds but then he did, moving his hand from your face. You were expecting him to move you into a better position to beat your ass but that was far from the truth.

A yelp of surprise came from you when he suddenly used one of his hands to express his brute strength, ripping through the ass of your hero costume and your underwear. The sudden cold air hit your exposed rear and the underside of your sack, your eyes widening when you were starting to come to a realization about what was about to occur. But you couldn't move.

No.

You agreed to this.

Just like before, you were frozen, unable to move. The only thing that moved was Garou's hand, rustling with something, obviously his belt and loose-fitting pants. You had ample time to escape him when he suddenly let go of you to spit in his hand and wet his cock, but no, you didn't move an inch. How could you? He was faster than you, and who was to say that if you had disobeyed him he'd let you or Stinger live.

You weren't allowed to ponder for long when he suddenly pushed the head into you. You'd already been stretched out from the earlier morning's escapade with Stinger. He was able to push into you with both ease and just a little of bullying, he was thicker than Stinger but you somehow managed to keep taking him with ease. It was embarrassing, and of course he had to comment on it.

"I already knew I'd be getting sloppy seconds, but not to this extent. You two must fuck like animals."

His words cause you to shudder and he pushes into you further, stretching you out in a way that makes you confused. As he's burying himself into you, you bite your tongue until it bleeds to stop from moaning in pleasure and pain, closing your eyes as you drop your head in indignity.

Garou doesn't give you the chance to hide from your embarassment, his arm wrapping around your neck, forcing it against his bicep as he puts you in a loose headlock, forcing your face up as he remains buried deep inside you. His head moves back to beside yours and the intimate position your in fills you with a fresh sense of shame, almost as much as his cock was filling you.

"Ever since I read about you and your powers, I wondered just how indestructible you are. I wondered what would happen if I beat you over and over and over again. Would your powers be able to keep up? How fast can you heal? And then, I started noticing other things about you. I hate heroes and everything that they stand for but you're not a hero, are you? Just some overpowered nurse. I prefer that title instead of 'hero' for you." His words made your brows furrow, thoroughly confused by what he was getting at, though you did feel a sting of hurt from his belittling. Suddenly, he pulled out of you about halfway and then slammed back in, catching you off guard for the umpteenth time as you were lurched forward, choking when your windwipe hit against his muscled bicep, an involuntary whimper soon following.

"You're attractive, no doubt. But you're so weak—" He pulled back his hips and then pistoned them forward, fucking into you with animosity, emphasizing his insulting words with each thrust.

"Fragile."

"Useless."

"Breakable."

"Cowardly."

Each hit has you further confused, unable to keep your soft moans underwraps.

His words hurt, but why were you squeezing around him with each word? Why was your dick harder than a rock? Why didn't you want him to stop?

Easily, Garou catches on but nothing can prepare you when he suddenly turns his head to whisper in your ear, his warm breath causing goosebumps to blossom all over you, cock twitching in delirium.

"Oh? You like that, huh? You like hearing the truth about how useless you are? You should be ashamed of yourself. What if your poor boyfriend woke up and saw you gettin' off to this? Bet you'd like that too, huh?"

Apparently you did, seeing how you immediately clenched around him as soon as he finished speaking. Was this just your body's natural response?

You hear yourself moaning as he pounds into you from behind, skin slapping against skin at such an insane speed that you're starting to see specks of light in your vision. Your freehand moves to grip onto Garou's forearm, mainly to ground yourself, and you can barely breathe from the sheer pleasure of being fucked with such hatred and disdain. The dick is so good that you can't even keep your powers under control, healing the human who calls himself a monster without even realizing. You've healed someone during sex before many times, mostly Stinger, but not to this extent.

Eyes fluttering and rolling into the back of your head with each delicious stroke that makes direct contact with the button inside you that makes you forget your own name, you fail to notice the slight stir of the unconscious man in front of you. Garou doesn't though, in fact, he only goes faster, grinning at the realization. You should consider yourself lucky that he's still holding you in place with his arm, the headlock was saving your life in more than a few ways.

As you're getting your back blown out by the infamous hero hunter, Stinger, whom you were trying to heal just a few minutes ago, opened his eyes. Ableit he did so slowly, he blinked, attempting to have his vision adjust as familiar noises graced his ears. The sight that soon appears in front of him has him in pure shock, he hasn't an idea on how he should react. He wasn't prepared for it.

"Pleasure for you to join us, Stinger. Like whatcha see?" Garou questioned, not faltering in a single thrust. "

This must be a nightmare. That's what Stinger forces himself to think, watching in horror as his enemy has his way with you, and you seem to be enjoying yourself. But no, that can't be, this is just how the body naturally responds to sex. You didn't want this— you couldn't want this. Stinger wanted to move, but he couldn't, he was completely paralyzed, forced to watch you be repeatedly deflowered by a maniac with an insatiable need to cut down each and every hero.

Noticing his struggle, Garou only becomes more smug, but you still haven't seemed to caught onto the mess being created, more focused on creating a mess in your pants. "Aye, Restore, look who's joined the party? He doesn't look too happy. Aww, I think he's hurt." You can barely understand English right now, let alone whatever he was talking about, how could anyone have such power? But against better judgement, you blinked, trying to recollect your fuzzy brain as his words sunk in. And to your mortification, when you managed to fully open your eyes without them rolling around in your skull, you met the hurt gaze of Stinger.

Immediately, you attempted to speak, wanting to tell him why you were doing this, but you were cut off by the sound of your own moan when Garou pulled back and slammed into you with more force than before. Your mouth hung open, unable to keep itself closed, and you started to drool, eyes closing yet again as you forgot yourself.

Stinger watched and listened to everything in front of him, no words coming from him as he tried to take this all in in strides. Was he dreaming?

"Hah— think I'll use you... as a dumpster." Garou murmured, giving you no option when he suddenly started to speed up even faster, turning your poor brain into mush, drool dribbling onto the sleeve of his shirt. A few more seconds of this and you were forced to take his sticky, hot load, copious amounts of the human monster's cum spilling into you as he pushes as deeply as possible into you as he can manage, completely stopping his movements.

Once he's done, he releases you and pulls back, you fall forward, realizing that he'd been holding you up the entire time with his strength alone. And what you'd feared previously came true as you laid on your belly amongst the filth of the alley.

The hero hunter stands, pulling up his pants and redoing his belt, afterwards, he wipes his forehead of sweat. "Thanks for healin' me, Restore. I'll have to come back and find you when I get injured again. But don't worry, I'll pay you again. Later, 'heroes.'"

Garou then chuckled before seemingly disappearing with speed you'd never seen before.

Seconds, no— minutes later, what had happened sunk in and you felt shame like no other. His cum was still dribbling out of your ass when you finally regained the strength to lift yourself onto your hands and knees, avoiding Stinger's watchful gaze all together as you stared at the ground in disbelief. You'd done the unthinkable.. but, you quickly remembered your goal, slowly crawling forward to where your boyfriend remained laying. Shakily, you reached out and pressed your knuckles against his face, not wanting your dirty palms to come in contact with his skin, and activated your powers, healing him instantaneously.

Once he could feel his body again, Stinger immediately moved to sit on his knees in front of you. He spoke, but you couldn't hear a word he said as you leaned forward, the crown of your skull pressing against his chest. He stopped speaking and slowly started to rub your back in comfort as you sniffled, hoping that he could forgive you..but, then you noticed something strange.

Your eyes widened.

To your complete shock, Stinger's suit of bandages did a horrendous job of hiding how he truly felt about what happened to you.

Was he... hard?

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hellavile · 2 years

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‍ ‍ 𖠵𖤥 𑁤 meanie.

𖠵𖤥 your ex husband, garou, tries to win you back, but you’re not playing his game. or are you?

𖠵 pairing › garou x black fem!reader.

𖠵 viewer discretion › ex husband!garou, headcannon format, lowercase intended, standing doggy, quiet sex, mention of kids, garou is the best dad, unprotected sex, pet names like mamas, baby, pretty, & princess, creampie, garou tries his best to rekindle a broken relationship, small daddy kink.

exhusband!garou who claims that it’s mandatory for the two of you to have a family night with the kids to maintain the bond of a family. deep down you know it’s so he can lure his way back into your life. he’ll swing by on a friday night knowing the kids have their weekends off for school. greeting you with a loving hug, a bit too loving, his hands always finding themselves low on your backside as he kisses your cheek. you peel his hands off and roll your eyes after he says ‘missed you, mamas’ knowing full well what that nickname does to you. you swallow back your emotions, putting on a fake smile for the children who run into their father’s arms, garou lifting both the three and four year old up in his strong arms, spinning around pretending to be an airplane. their giggles making your heart warm.

exhusband!garou who comes up with the idea to cook as a family for dinner tonight, grabbing your ipad to look up some easy recipes the kids could participate in. pizza deciding to be the option considering it was simple and they could help out. the kids talk to their father about how daycare was going, new toys and games that they saw on commercial begging to have for either their birthdays or christmas. always stating ‘ask your mom’ while staring you hard in your face. you roll your eyes, countering ‘dad has the money, so.’ throughout the night you try your best to stay away from him, although he made it nearly impossible considering he’d brush by you, grabbing your waist and purposely making you feel his bulge, a deep ‘ ‘cuse me, mamas’ uttered with a sinister grin.

exhusband!garou who carry’s the kids to the upstairs bathrooms to clean off the flour they covered their faces and shirts in from kneading dough while the pizza cooked in the oven. as your daughter sits on the sink while garou wipes her face off with a warm soapy rag, you’re leaning against the frame of the open door, an endearing smile on your face. you missed seeing this, you had to admit. he’s such a good father, and nothing could take that from him. being separated is the hardest thing that happened for your children. you both try your best to maintain the family bond even through separate households, but it’s not easy. then, your daughter says something that made you freeze.

“when are you and mommy getting married again?”

garou’s eyes go wide, and you can see his reaction through the mirror’s reflection, swallowing hard. you cough. “we talked about this sweetie—“

seeing the frown on your daughters face made garou’s heart stop. he hears you sigh, muttering something about checking on the pizza and leaving the bathroom without another word. garou pinches the little girls cheek and tells her ‘don’t tell mommy, but i already bought her a ring.’ and it makes her whole face light up, including his sons. when the food is ready, the four of you enjoy it in the backyard where a fireplace resides and a projector plays the disney movie soul. it’s so awkward not having any conversation with each other. you’re both so deep in your thoughts to interact. it’s painful, if being honest. the person who you called your best friend, your lover, your husband or wife . . . is now a stranger.

it’s way past the kids bedtime. garou getting them ready for bed, slipping on their pajamas and kissing them goodnight as they drift off to sleep, being sure to keep their nightlight on. you’ve finished cleaning the kitchen and now you’re leaning against the staircase with your arms crossed and your head empty. garou stands beside you, thinking of what to say. he wanted to try and rekindle what the two of you had, but it’s clear you weren’t interested in having him back.

“goodnight, princess,” garou kisses your forehead before embracing you in a tight hug, as if this will be the last time he’ll see you. he just wanted to tell you he loved you through the warm embrace. as the skyscraper man begins to walk away, you find yourself grabbing his hand to stop him, a tiny ‘wait’ making his entire body heat up.

exhusband!garou who turns around and sees that look in your eye, a look he knows all too well. your lips between your teeth and the way you rub his knuckles a signal enough. you pull him closer, placing that hand you held to your neck. garou hisses as he bends down to your level, gripping your neck and pressing a kiss to your soft lips.

“c’mon, give daddy what he wants,” garou has his hands under your sundress now, kneading at the flesh of your ass and drawing you close with a hard spank. you whimper, body on fire, missing his touch so much you daydreamed about it every day. “hurry the fuck up.”

hooking your fingers onto your panties, you pull them down your thighs until they pool around your bare feet, stepping your cute periwinkle colored toes out of the lace. you pout. “you’re so mean.”

garou raises his brow at that, you’ve kept him waiting long enough. a big hand slipping between your thighs to press his slender fingers to your sluice clit, gasping and gripping his tshirt as he circles it. “yeah, but you’re wet.”

exhusband!garou who has the two of you by a closet around from the staircase with you bent over and his jeans at his ankles as he fucks you stupid, holding you tight in his arms, bear hugging you. he’s bullying your sloppy pussy open, your moans music to his ears, heavy, thick cock throbbing inside of you, so feral for you. it’s been way too long since he’s fucked you. “do you miss it, baby? think about me beating your pussy raw from time to time?”

“yesss,” you slur, eyes rolled back into your skull and losing all focus beside the way his dick slides in and out of you. garou lays his head on your back, grunting and yanking you back faster on his cock, thighs slapping against yours.

“i fuckin’ missed you too, baby. and your good fuckin’ pussy.”

it’s lewd the way you’re leaking down your thighs, garou thrumming his fingers over your clit to catch your climax, feeling so full, the lump in your tummy being proof.

“tell me you love me, or you can’t cum.”

you make a sound of annoyance, a long groan while pushing your ass back, making garou stumble a bit. he lifts his head, staring down at you, pushing your hair aside to see that tiny ‘g’ tatted on the back of your right earlobe. he knows how submissive you get when he nibbles there, so he does, a loud squeal coming from you before you’re slapping your hand over your mouth, paranoid that you’ll wake the kids. your pussy is squeezing him tight, garou keeping his strokes slow and deep, curved cock hitting all the right spots. you’re seeing stars now. his breath on your ear, his hands grazing your inner thighs and his dick altogether drives you insane. “i love you.”

he hears you, but he’s not satisfied. garou grins. “huh? i couldn’t hear you, wife. speak up for daddy.”

you grit your teeth, turning your head to look him in the eyes. yours drifted low, face all fucked out and it kills him. “i love you, stupid. now fuck me, please garou.”

“fuck, i love you too,” garou slides out, turning you and picking you up high, always scared when he does this because he’s super fucking tall. but you know he’ll never drop you. he has his forearms locked under your knees, pussy hovering right above his twitching dick he slams you down onto after your hands find themselves tangled in his hair.

“ooo, shit. ‘rou,” your cries fuel him even more, dragging you on his cock until the two of you cum together, faces screwed up in each others, gasping and moaning and you don’t bother scolding him about cumming inside of you because it felt so fucking good you go dizzy from it. you’re both messy in each others cum and sweat, garou kissing you more before slowly lifting you off his softening dick, carrying you to the downstairs bathroom for a shower.

lets just say the kids were ecstatic to see their dad laying in bed with mom again, jumping onto the bed early in the morning with giggles, garou promising to make pancakes and have a day at the park.

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link. had this position in my mind and needed to write it bc MMMM.

#garou x reader #garou x you #garou x black reader #garou smut #garou x y/n #garou headcanons #opm smut #one punch man garou #one punch man smut #one punch man #☆. hellavile.

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3smo · 2 years

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#23 for saitama with a fem reader?🫣

• "don't fall asleep on me now." (#23)

warning: dom reader. female reader but i didn't use any pronouns. slight somnophilia. handjob. sleepy saitama. aaaa someone requested him ☺☺.

324 words.

1k event!

waves of pleasure ran throughout saitama's sleepy mind, muffling a groan. normally, he wouldn't been mad that his sleep was interrupted, but at this point, he didn't even care.

sai softly keens, keeping his eyes shut. yes he was tired, but didn't think he could fall back asleep with your ministrations. your warm hand wrapped around his cock, using his pre-cum as lube. it was so gentle and warm.. it nearly lulled him back to sleep.

his body twitches as he lazily fists his blanket, shirt riding up and showing off his stomach. he hears you chuckle near his ear, whimpers coming from of his mouth, and with wet sounds getting faster and faster.

your unoccupied hand slips under his shirt, he shivers when the pads of your fingers make contact with with nipples, quickly going erect under your cold touch. your hand stops.

you pull your face down to his, nose touching his own. he looks at you with heavy lidded eyes, a blush growing on his face. he whines quietly, "your hand.."

you take the hint and resume pumping him. it's quick and shallow pumps, sai raises his hips, thrusting into your closed palm sleepily.

his eyes start to close once again but this time you give a harsh pinch to his nipple, waking him up with a jolt. "don't fall asleep on me now."

he shakes his head, arching his back. "m'not planning too"

he voices out in a breathy tone, knitting his eyebrows together. he sinks his teeth in his bottom lip. he looks so adorable, you smile at him, laughing a little before squeezing his cock tightly. saitama freezes, you turn to look at the mess. beads of his come roll out, sliding down into your hand as you help him ride out his orgasm. his body goes limp and a pleased sigh escapes his lips. you deadpan as you look at him.

he fell asleep.

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#es's 1k event!#dom reader #dom!reader #sub character #female reader #gender neutral reader #sub one punch man #sub opm #opm smut #one punch man smut #saitama x reader #saitama smut #saitama x reader smut

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5cookiekitty-nsfw · 29 days

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*『Till Death Do Us Part』

Yandere zombieman x f.reader 《nsfw》

Summary: or the one where an open balcony leads you downa spiral tha you won't be able to come back from. He's always been patient after all.

Tw: yandere , yandere behavior , implied unwanted medical procedures , marriage through bargain, zombieman name is tadashi , smut: fingering , oral(F receiving) , creampie(wrap that willy kids) , reader has a sort of breakdown

Word count:8.77k

It was deep into the night when you woke up. The cold breeze that had originally disturbed you from your slumber made itself once more known , bringing with it the smell of fresh rain. Another breeze caused her to squirm deeper underneath the covers as you bundled them closer to your body. Now warm , you dozed back off , almost falling asleep once more when a thought crossed your head.

you should not be able to feel the cold breeze unless-

you opened your eyes fully now and blinked away the blurriness of your vision. you were right in your assumption. The door to the balcony that led from their bedroom was open. There was a figure standing there , one who you had long ago associated with such a possessive love that it threatened to ensnare you deeper into its loving dark embrace.

He was wearing a pair of gray sweats and a black tank top and in his hand you could see his trademark cigarette hanging from his fingers.

You once told him that if he wasn't for his immortality , lung cancer would kill him long before any monster could.

He then told you that if he wasn't immortal then he wouldn't have to fight any monsters.

Batard. You still remember having to hold yourself back from knocking the teasing smirk off his face.

A lighting strike hits somewhere in the distance and allows for the room to be illuminated with light for a few seconds before returning to a semi pitch black. From your view of his backside position you could see a puff of smoke leave as it came in too few of his side.

You were one of the very few people permitted - allowed really - to see him like this. Shoulders sagged in relaxation and no stress over when the next monster would pop out. He used to worry over your safety and life but he had long ago eliminated that issue.

You shook your head and the thought along with it.

A cold breeze once more drafted through the room and while it didn't affect you like it normally would, it was still annoying to feel. Especially with you wrapped up around a warm blanket. The contrast of the two was what was really bothering you-

He moved. Leaning over the railing of the balcony - there was an extended roof so he didn't have to worry about the rain - he crossed his legs and , in your eyes , looked a little more like the human he was than the monster he was forced to be.

During moments like this, when he reminds you of his humanity , multiple things cross your mind. How could a man who swore to protect lives take the one who mattered to him the most. Even till this day the betrayal still stings and leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. You were difficult , oh so difficult , in the beginning of…of this strange relationship yall had going on. But there's only so much a person can take until stubbornness to fight gives wave to tiredness of fighting.

The first time he had come home to you sleepin in the bed instead of on the floor you swore his eyes would have bulged out his head.

You pulled yourself away from the memory to focus on the one who caused it instead.

Despite being a prestigious , famed , and powerful hero , said hero has yet to notice or feel your eyes drilling into his person. That was probably due to the lack of survival instincts he has undeveloped due to them not being needed. Don't really need to worry about danger if nothing can kill you.

(you shiver when the thought of his immortality brought memories of how you came to get yours)

Another breeze coming through the open glass doors , though , was enough to remind you of why you had even been up in the first place. You hand twitched under the covers as you debated on whether or not to disturb him or turn your back to the window and bundled up even closer to the covers.

Another breeze wafted in and goosebumps popped up on your skin.

Despite your better judgment “,If you're going to smoke outside , at least close the doors,” you finally spoke. The sound of your voice caused him to tilt his head back as red eyes like the prettiest of ruby's met yours. He turned his body slightly to face in your direction slightly as he smiled apologetically.

“Sorry , didn't mean to wake you.” it annoyed you how sincere he sounded , it only made you more irritated knowing he was.

Zombieman , despite all the wrongs he has done for , has never done them out of malice. He was crazy and unpredictable at times but you knew the one thing you could count on being true from him was his deep rooted love for you.

Even now as you scowled at him tiredly his eyes never once lost that gleam that looked at you with such love it shined even if he was scowling.

“Well you did,” you huffed out and you made a show of pulling the thick covers closer to your body. Zombieman just huffed out a quiet laugh right back at you as he turned his face to look back outside. He fingers strummed in a way you had learned that meant he was thinking before facing back towards your burrito form.

“Join me.” While the sentence itself was simple , the statement he was saying was not. Before , zombieman had barely let you leave the room and while you had full range of the house , there were still some things he did not trust you could do. Being able to go outside the house was one of them. You could look out the window longingly but the moment you tried to open it he was on your ass like a tax collector.

You grumbled , but even you weren't stubborn enough to fight him on your first chance of going out in months - 9 to be exact. And so you slid from the bed , grabbed one of the smaller fluffy blankets to wrap around your body and went to join him outside.

As expected , he wrapped his form around yours and with your body trapped between him and the railing - the both of you stood there in silence as you listened to the rain. By some miracle that cancer stick was surviving in such weather and every moment or so he would bring it to his lips to take a long drag. You took advantage of the freedom you had been given to take a long look at the scenery that you had only seen through the glass window.

Zombieman's house was in a reclusive part of the city and cut off from all his other neighbors. He lived on a hill surrounded by trees and with a decent size front and back yard. From where you stood , if you squinted enough , you were able to see the other houses that looked tiny from the distance you were at.

A hand on your hip brought you of the daze looking at the rain had brought on. Rubbing circles on where your slip on dress was covering the area , he brought his lips to kiss the top of your forehead. You ignored his affectionate gesture and instead looked down towards the tempting ground. If only you could jump off - it's not like any damage would last long anyway.

“I can practically hear you thinking about it.” looks like you weren't as subtle as you hoped. “Don't. it hurts and unlike me you're not used to the pain that near death brings on.” he stated and , apparently , you looking down at the ground had been the catalyst for him to just grab the blanket you had wrapped around yourself and replace it with his arms now that he had finally finished that cigarette of his.

“That was unnecessary.” you stated as you looked longingly over at your blanket laying sprawled out on one of the chairs. You turn your head back towards the tree line though when you hear some sort of sound. The longer you listen though , the more you begin to realize it's some sort of music. The kind that as a child you would have been running around in circles as you flung your arms up and down in a childish glee of happiness.

“Oh hey , That reminds me.” The sound of the music made you remember what you were going to ask him. Zombieman hummed in acknowledgement. It wasn't often that you asked for anything from him and he was always eager to please you to get in your favor. “I saw on the news,” you could feel him burning eyes into your skull “,That there was going to be a little festival tomorrow out in the city…” you trailed off towards the end when he made no sound.

It was silent for a few seconds before he spoke “no.”

“Oh come on!” you spinned on your heel to face him - you ignored the way you had to crane your neck to look up at him - as those ruby red’s of his stared you down. The furrow in his eyebrow was a clear indication of the slight frustration he knew was going to start building up. “I'm stuck in here everyday with nothing to do but watch tv or sit around and do nothing!”

“You have books you can read,” he said calmly.

“Means jack shit when I've read them all ten times over!”

you don't know how it happened; just that one moment you were screeching at him like a petulant brat and the next , his arms slammed on either side of you on the railing as he leaned down. “Watch it , brat.” the growl in his voice would have made you scared. That entire display should have made you scared. It didn't. But you weren't about to test the limits of his patience tonight.

Instead , you opted for a different approach.

You willed yourself to wilt like a dried up flower as you gave him those sad eyes you knew he was weak for. “Come on , I'm going insane with being looked up like this.” he swallowed , one hand coming to rest on your hip as the other drummed behind him.

“y/n-”

“Zombie.” then you were fiddling with the hem of his pants with one hand as the other went to splay itself across his chest when his slow beating heart laid. “Please?” you looked up at him from under your fluttering eyelashes looking very much like a false image of innocence that you were displaying. You could feel him shudder against you. You could practically feel him restrain himself as he went to grab at your wrist attached to the hand on his chest - he didn't move it however.

“y/n , no.” he sternly said but your ears were immediately attracted to the slight waver in his voice.

“y/n , yes.” you gently took your hand from his hold before hooking both arms around his neck. A shudder breath left his nose. “Tadashi please. I want to go.” hook , line , sinker. The sound of his actual name leaving your lips had any fight in his body dispersing as he buried his face into your neck.

“Brat. i fell in love with a fucking brat.” was the mumble reply he gave as your hands busy themselves in playing with his hair. Two hands came to rest on your hip as he spoke “,Alright i concede. I’ll go out to buy you a kimono tomorrow.” Just as you were about to celebrate the victory he made it a point to raise his head from where it was laid as he grabbed at your chin to face it up towards him.

“But there's something I will like in return.”

The kimono he got was beautiful. It was komon styled and the obi , as he told you , was supposed to be tied in a bunk knot in the back.

It was black with red , white, and orange styled koi swimming between white ume flowers and golden japanese styled smoke like curves. While the koi fish did not reach the top of the kimono though , the white flowers and golden mist did. There was red fur around the neck line and the obi was a beautiful red with white and yellow flowers and the obijime was a simple black. You wore some geta style sandals on your feet and you had put on a bit of touch up makeup and earrings.

It was when after you had gotten done doing your hair and putting in a lantern styled hair pin did you hear him open the front door. “y/n , let's go!” he called out and you were quick to scramble up to make your way downstairs where you got a look at him this morning.

He had changed into a black turtleneck tucked into some black skinny jeans and wore a simple pair of red dress shoes. He , of course , still wore a trench coat though this one reflected the pattern on your kimono - colors and all and you could see the gun he had hidden by said trench coat. He was fiddling with his hand , smiling oh so happily as he did so and it made your stomach clench at the reminder of what you had to give up to even go out.

He had stopped though once he heard your feet pattering down the stairs and you could see the way his eyes gleamed in dark pleasure once his eyes caught sight of the small thing. His eyes practically stalked your movement as you walked towards him and you , eyeing you like a kid about to unwrap a nicely done present to shreds.

“You look beautiful.” he complimented once you got into ams reach at which point he pulled you closer to fix your hair pin. “Since the festival is to celebrate the end of the monster association the hero association sent someone over to come pick us up.” he then move on to fix the string tied around your obi as he spoke “,we’re going in thru a different way then everybody else at which point were allowed to do whatever until 10. Then I have to leave to go sit with the other participants from the raid as they release the fireworks and give out speeches…” his hand at some point had found purchase on your hip as he gave it a good squeeze “i expect you to behave when i'm not with you.” the dark tilt to his voice made your hand twitch.

“Of course.”

He loosened his hold before giving you a kiss on the forehead as his phone went off. He kept one hand on your hip as he looked down at his phone before shuffling it in his pocket. “They’re here.” he commented and it made you perk up. Zombieman gave a small chuckle as he pulled you along. “Let's go pretty girl.” you ignored the nickname in favor of distracting yourself as you left the house for the first time in what feels like years.

Fresh crisp air entered your lungs and you never thought that you would be happy with the way you had to step away to avoid messing up your outfit. Zombiemna kept his hold on your hand tight as he pulled you along the walkway of his yard and out the gate where a black car was waiting on the curb. He opened the back door , gave you one hard look that promised punishment if you were to do anything , before ushering you in.

It was a decent size car with enough leg room. You felt zombieman get in and slide his way over towards where you were sitting and place an arm around your shoulders as the car began to move. While he made small talk with the driver he obviously knew , you were focused on looking out the car window as trees passed by in a blur.

“And this is?” The conversion that you were only paying half attention to is now brought to your full attention as the question is directed towards you. Zombieman sits up straighter - prideful , you realize - as he relaxes back into the cushion behind him. You feel his hand come up to play with the baby hairs from where his hand was wrapped around your shoulders. He looked like the cat who ate the canary - bones , feathers , and all - as he spoke.

“This is y/n.” he says and with his hand still wrapped around you , grabs your other hand before bringing it close to his lips. “My fiance.” The ring glistened in the setting sun as he placed a kiss on your hand.

You wave goodbye to the driver and thank him as he drives off. Zombieman stands at your side as the two of you begin to walk towards the entrance. The person at the back entrance looks up - only to freeze at the sight of you and zombieman walking towards him “,We thought that you weren't coming.” the man said in a surprisingly even tone as the both of you reached him.

“My fiance wanted to come.” was the explanation he offered and you could see the way the man's eyes widened as he glanced over at you. “Well then , I suppose a congratulation is in order.” he said as he scanned his card on a metal pad allowing for the gate to open. “Enjoy the fun.” zombieman hummed but you made sure to give the man a thank you as the both of you walked in.

It was slightly packed already and you stopped for a moment to look around. There were kids running around and everyone was dressed up nicely - you even saw a couple of heroes with kimonos on - and the place smelled rampant of delicious sweets and savory foods. You could see the game’s from where the both of you were standing in a backstage short of area that was blocked off to everyone else.

Then a hand came to rest on the bottom curve of your back that made you stiffen in surprise. Warmth spread on the side of your face as his breath fluttered on your skin. “Come on pretty girl. You begged me to come here.” you gave a huff of annoyance but decided to move anyway. He moved his hand to warp around your waste as you walked towards a game.

The promoter did a double take at the man behind you before explaining the game. Using a fishing hook , you had three tries to get one of the fish at which point - depending on what's inside the box fish - you could choose a prize. The only problem was that the fishes moved like real ones so if you were not fast enough they could flip off the hook before you even grabbed it.

As you were turning around to ask zombieman to pay - the man held up his hand and shook his head. “No need miss , everything is free to the heroes who participated and their families and or partners.” you blushed a little at that last part but otherwise took one of the fishing rods he gave you. You messed up the first two but you were able to snatch the last fish once you reeled back in your line.

You felt a zombieman come to stand closer behind you to look over your shoulder as you opened up the toy fish. It was a green card which you showed the man. “Ah! That means you can pick any of the prizes on the wall.” You had the man grab a bunny with strawberry ears that you took and thanked him for before squealing in happiness as you hugged it close. You grabbed zombieman hand’s and began to pull him to the next game.

And that's how it went for the next couple of hours. You were happy and giddy as you pulled the undead hero to game after game to play. He even played some and by the time you both went to get something to eat , zombieman's hands were full of plushies and trinkets as the both of you walked towards the hero only section. “I have to go store these.” he jostled the toys held in his arms and you gave a sheepish smile at him. You didn't realize you had gotten more than many and were making him carry all of that. “Stay here.” ahh , there's the sternness “i’ll be back in a minute.”

You watch him walk off and for the first time in months you are left alone with all types of ways to escape. You could run - run so far and so fast that by the time he comes back you will be gone and he will be left with nothing but heartbreak. Or you could try to tell one of the heroes running about that you have been kidnapped and be out of here with a new identity somewhere far far away from him.

But the thought of it makes your heart clench and you hate it. You hate the way you gave in so easily that night and now a ring made of your very flesh and blood sits on your hand - not even cutting it off will save you as it was a piece of you now. You hate the way your body seems to grow hot and bothered whenever his touches turned a little less innocent and it made you want to scream out at him to just do something so that you had a reason to hate him.

But you don't and he doesn't because he loves in his own twisted way and he couldt bear the thought of doing any harm to your person.

You hate yourself -

As you wallow in your thoughts , you weren't able to notice a person coming up beside you before a hand was placed on your shoulder that brought you out of your thoughts. You jumped and looked up to make eye contact with a man who was giving you a smile. "Hey there beautiful , why are you sitting all by yourself when you could be with me.” you gave him an uncomfortable smile. You were not used to other peoples touches other than zombieman for the past few months so the feeling of someone else's hands on you made your body shiver in disgust.

“No thank you. My fiance should be back in a moment.” you wanted this man gone. He was so..plain looking compared to your captor. Much weaker to and due to you being used to shoving off a playful s-class hero who wanted nothing more than to continue to hold you , removing this dude's hands from your shoulder was like flicking off a bug. “Please don't touch me.”

The men , who you could identify as a drunk if the pinkness in his cheeks was anything to go by , did not like that. He raised his hand towards you , about to slap you - something zombieman would never do - as he gave out a snarl. “You little-”

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” The air grew frigid cold and both you and the man looked to where the all familiar voice came from. annoyed , yes. Irritated , yes. But you have never so much heard the hero sound so blatantly furious as the snarling question left his lips. Zombieman stood behind the dude and that moment he very much looked like the s-class hero who’s battle’s brough river of blood to the street just the way he liked it

There was a glare on his usually laid back face and his body was tense like he was about to tear the guy to shreds at any moment. He took a single glance in your direction as he asserted your form for any indication of you healing any damages before turning those glaring red eyes back on the drunk “Why are you even back here?”

“I-i…umm.” the man stammered out before his eyes locked onto you. “That girl was back here so i went to-”

“That ‘girl’ is my fiance.” The snarl shut the man up who quickly became clammy as he realized how big of a mistake he had just made. “I'm feeling extra generous today so here's what is going to happen. You're going to apologize to my girl , leave , and hope I never see your face ever again cause I will not be showing you the same mercy a second time.” The man did exactly as he was told as he apologized to you before running out of there like the devil was on his heel.

Zombieman watched the man leave and you could see the way his hand moved towards his gun- “Tadashi!” you quickly said and he dropped his hand from where it was rising. “I wasn't going to do nothing.” he said as he walked over towards you before pulling you up to your feet. “I wouldn't want to ruin my girl's day out.” he pulled you along to a food truck that was quick to serve you two.

The night went mostly well after the incident even if you did have to stop him from shooting another guy who was flirting with you. By the time 10 rolled around he was on the stage and you were sent to the back along with other heroes' families as hero representatives gave speeches before the fireworks were released. By the time everything was said and done zombieman was agitated and ready to leave and you had your fill of fun for the day.

And now you sat in the backseat of the car with your trashbug of stuffies stuffed in the car trunk. The sound of zombieman speaking on the phone was lulling you to sleep and you could feel yourself slouch slightly as you became drowsy. You heard him stop talking for a moment before a hand was wrapping around you and pulling you down into a lap.

You fell asleep to the feel of his rubbing circles on your arm as his voice carried you to sleep.

•~•○•~•

Weeks later and zombieman was officially able to call you his wife.

Now as you sit on the bed with your ‘husband’ - a shudder runs through your body at the thought - outside smoking a cigarette you can't help but wonder how your life turned out like this. From a lonely girl with no family and friends to a married woman with a devoted obsessed husband in the span of a few months. Honestly-

Your hand was being snatched up with your wrist being held tightly causing you to automatically unclench your fist. It was then that you noticed you had been clenching your fist hard enough to draw blood from your nails seeping into the skin and from the skin over your knuckles breaking. It was healed within seconds and seeing it only made you bitter.

How did your life ever come to this?

“y/n.” you look up and catch the eye of the man who was the cause of all this. Your heart , your poor confused , gullible , heart skipped a beat. He was looking down at you , worried and lips pulled thin as he loosened his hold on your wrist. You hated the way your first reaction was to reassure him you were ok instead of snatching your hand away.

You couldt stand to look at him anymore , least you bare face to the truth that you did-

You shook your head and the thoughts away with it as you snatched your hand away from his. You ignored the hurt look on his face in favor of rubbing your wrist and twisting your hand over. But of course , it wouldt be that easy.

It never was.

“Pretty girl.” the bed dipped as zombieman sat on it. “What's wrong?” there was a hand on your shoulder…that was all it took for you to nearly launch yourself out of bed and away from him. “y/n!” The surprise shout of your name caused you to whirl on him as you faced him with a glare.

“Don't touch me.” While you wished you could tell yourself that you sounded strong , you knew you didn't. Your voice waiver and you shook with a desperation for something. “Just-just…go away.” you said. You stumbled back though once he crawled over the bed and went stand on your side. You sent him a glare and gave a snarl.

“What's gotten into you so suddenly?” he questioned and you barely had time to think out his name before his arms were wrapping around like a boa to restrict you to his chest. You snarled and began to try to squirm out of hold but he was much too strong for you to do anything. He lets you tire yourself out and soon enough your snarls turned into pants.

And pants into hiccuping cries.

tears began to slide out of your eyes like someone released the floodgates and you were unable to stop it. You could feel him look down in worry as you buried your head into his chest as if you were trying to hide the wetness on your face. You felt him move , pulling you along with him towards the bed where he plopped down against the headboard with you in his lap.

There was a comforting hand on your head as sweet whispers filled your ears. “It’s ok sweetness. There we go…” he cooed as your cries settled down to only sniffles from where he had you laid out on his chest. “Let it out , pretty girl.It's going to be ok.” the hand continued to pet you head; strong and grounding as the gentle hand of your husband dulled the breakdown to merely a cry.

You forced your head deeper into his chest as you spoke. “I hate you.” there was a low hum that vibrated to your cheek as a hand came to rest on your lower back. “No you dont.” a statement to counteract a statement. You forgot that he specialized in detective work within the HA - meaning he was able to pick apart every little piece of information that you wanted to keep hidden.

“Is that what that was all about?”

the hand on your head came to cup your cheek.

“Little brat doest know how to control her emotions so she lashes out , huh.”

Shut up.

“It’s completely natural, you know.”

A finger moved under your chin , bringing your face from his chest to meet his face eye to eye. You wanted nothing more than to look away.

“You don't hate me , pretty girl.”

Don't say it. Please , don't say it-

“You love me.”

That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

You froze in place as lies stuttered on your lips to a complete halt. You ground your teeth together as words began to build themselves back onto your lip - only for them to be knocked out of your mouth and into non-existent courtesy of zombieman planting a kiss on your lips.

It was always the head , cheek , hand , anything but the lips with him. The shock caused your body to freeze for only a second , just one , before it relaxed against your better judgment. You were always told that the mind can be swayed easily - the heart is another matter though , and right now , your heart wants you to kiss him back while your mind screams at you to pull away.

Zombieman makes the decision for you. A hand comes up to your head and pushes you closer to deepen the kiss. Another hand was snaking down and a pinch on your bottom caused you to give out a gasp that allowed him to push his tongue in. you were forced to grab onto the t-shirt he wore to ground yourself Then you felt him grip your behind as that hand on your head jerked your forward and you knew what he wanted.

Despite your mind , you favored your heart's request and allowed yourself to kiss him back.

He hummed , pleased , as he tightened his hold on you. He didn't stop , and probably would have kept going on forever if it weren't for you pushing against his chest to get air. While he was used to not being able to breathe for long periods of time , you very much were not.

He broke the kiss and you could feel a blush spread across your cheeks as your eyes caught sight of a string of saliva connecting you two before it broke. You were breathing harshly as a long lost familiar feeling began to seep into the bones beneath your skin. The wandering hands on your body did little to help the matter.

“Pretty girl,” his knuckle lifted your chin , cooing in delight as darken eyes drinked up your haze over expression. “if only you could see how you look right now.” You could only guess. Hooded eyes that were glossed over , drool seeping out of a mouth , and hair that was disheveled due to the previous treatment. A perfect image of someone about to be devoured until there's nothing left.

You squirmed in his hold and it caused him to once more wrap an arm around your waist to keep you steady as his lips ghosted the shell of your ear. “My pretty little wife.” the hand that was around your waist slithered its way to the front as his fingers drummed right where your pelvis area was. “Won't you allow me to show you how much i love you.”

Then his lips were on your neck. He could leave a permanent bruise or hickey , but he sure of a hell did try. Kissing , sucking , biting , licking , your neck was being treated like a whole meal and you did nothing but gasp and bend your head back to give him better access. You felt him hum , the vibration sending little sparks through your body , as his lips pressed firmly against the skin where your neck met your chest.

“I need an answer, pretty girl,” he bit the skin “,I need to hear you say that you want me as much as I want you.” there were hand planting themselves on your hip. “,need you,” those lips were trailing back up your neck until they reached your jaw. “,love you.” and then he left off by pushing his head back into your shoulder where he stayed - waiting on your answer.

Did you want this? You knew there would be no turning back if you allowed for this to happen. You love zombieman , it was useless to deny that fact , but did you love him enough to give yourself fully to him? To allow him to love you in the most intimate way possible and live with the consequences that may come from it?

The answer was yes.

And you couldt even hate yourself for thinking it. You had a bad life before zombieman took you. Living all by yourself in a small apartment after your parents had kicked you out for your favorite sister. You had no friends to turn to and worked in an office that you hated. Any attempt at dating ended in a breakup due to cheating of them just not wanting to deal with you anymore.

You could still recall the first time you met the immortal hero. The first eye contact you both made in that small coffee shop that brought you joy.

He brought you joy.

So despite the absurdity of the situation , despite the fact that he took you from the life you knew , despite the fact that he made you immortal like him - you don't think you would be able to deny him or yourself this.

“Tadashi,” there was a small groan as a kiss placed on your shoulder. “Please, Make love to me.” as the words left your lip’s , you swear that you hear the sound of chains locking in place.

Rising up from his position from your shoulder , he placed a kiss on your jaw before pushing you onto the bed as he climbed on top of you. The both of you stared at each other for a moment , enough for you to breathe in fresh air - before immediately having it stolen as his lips descended onto your’s.

This kiss was softer , more loving in the way he moved it against yours. You could feel his hand slip under your dress as you opened your mouth to let him in. his tongue pushed in and you gave a groan as it tangled with yours. He broke the kiss , peppering his way down to your neck where he once more began to maw on your skin. A particular bite had you yelping out as your body arched up slightly.

He used this to his advantage as he detached his lips from your neck in favor of slipping off your dresses completely to leave you in nothing but your underwear. You squirmed under his gaze as his eyes drinked up every inch of previously unseen skin. “Beautiful.” he whispered as a hand reached to grab a fistfull of your breast. “So beautiful,” he said , awe clearly in his voice as he fondled you.

He tugged you up , unclipped your bra , threw it somewhere , before pushing you back down: eyes watching the way your breath jingled as you bounced. He quickly began to kiss his way down from your collarbone to your mounds at which point he took a nub in his mouth while twisting and tugging the other one.

You cried out , hands scrambling for a purchase on the sheets as you clenched them. He would switch from one to the other and it was making you extremely hot , extremely fast. One particular suck that had sparks flying to your core had your hips bucking against the leg that had settled between your legs.

“Ahh yes,” he finally released your breast in favor of rubbing a finger on the dampness of your panties “,The main course.” he said as he started to tease the slit through the fabric. You gave a gutterled moan as he did so. “So wet baby.” he hissed before moving his body down so that his face was looking directly at your covered heat.

He tore your panties this time and the difference in air between your entrance and the room had you pulsing. He spread your legs further apart , hands gripping your thighs as he placed little kisses near the area your body was begging him to go. He did for a good 30 seconds before you grew impatient. “Stop teasing!” you snapped , embarrassed at the way your voice was pithed in pleasure.

“Brat.” was all he simply said but he abided by your commands. He buried your face between your thighs before laying his tongue flat against your folds before dragging it up and down. You gave an actual moan at this as your hands flew to his hair instinctively. He gave a groan , the vibrations brought even more pleasure through your body as he continued to flick his tongue up and down - back and forth.

Your thighs shook and he had to use his stretch to keep you from bucking wildly. One hand that was wrapped around your thigh began to creep closer while at the same time his tongue was moving and closer to your twitching and gushing entrance. He teased the hole , another hand moving to release your hips to spread your folds so that he could see the twitching entrance.

“You taste so good , baby.” he groaned out as he lifted his head slightly due to the fact that your hands were still tangled in his hair. “I want a taste from the source.” The growl in his voice was the only warning you got as he plunged his tongue into your core while , at the same time , another one of his hands wrapped around your thigh once more to twirl your clit in a way that had you seeing stars.

Your eyes rolled back as you tugged his head impossibly closer. He groaned as he continued to plunge his tongue in and out of your gummy walls. Your thighs shook as the sinful tongue of his licked the walls as it slid out. You began to whine , about to demand what he was doing when he plunged two of his thick rough fingers in to replace his tongue.

“Fucking deliouse.” he growled , red eyes scanning your face as it twisted in unimaginable pleasure. Those fingers curled and he had the honor of watching as your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you clamped down on him. “Do you like that baby? Did I find your sweet spot?” he asked as he directed his fingers to rut against that spot.

“Shit , shit , shit!” you chanted , crying out once more has he continued to finger fuck you all the while he brough his tongue down to twirl your clit. He gave it a long hard smooch before sucking it back into his mouth as his fingers scissored you open. “Oh fuck~” you could barely think , barely had the right of having thoughts as he brough you closer and closer to your high.

Your legs began to quiver as you felt your organism coming closer and closer with each stroke inside you and every lick across your pearl. Feeling the way you tightened around him , zombieman replaced his tongue with his other hand as he twirled and twisted the nub between his fingers. “You about to cum , pretty girl?” he said as he twisted his fingers inside you making you give out a shaky moan.

“Yes! Yes! Please dont - dont -” you could barely finish a sentence as he fucked you on his fingers. You go closer and closer , ready to jump off the deep end when-

He curled his fingers , hitting that bundle of nerves right in the middle. That sent you over the edge as you clamped down tightly around him and sprayed him with your juices. He continued his mistreatment of your insides , slowing down to help you ride out your organism as you spazzed out on the bed. “There we go, pretty girl.” he cooed , slowing down to a stop as you breathed heavily - chest heaving and your mind banked over as you came down from your high.

“You're doing so well for me.” he praised and you could hear the rustle of his pants as he pulled them off his legs. There was a hand on your knee that slid up and under as he hoisted a leg over his shoulder. He turned his head , peppering the flesh in kisses as he sided eyed your heaving , sweaty form. “Think you can continue to be a good girl for me?” Cheeky bastard , he was smiling as he said it and you resisted the urge to snap back at him with a witty remark.

The only reason you didn't was because you felt something poking the bare bottom of your flesh. You looked down- only to have your eyes widen slightly at the sight of his mini him.

Oh no , make no mistake though. Despite the nickname you gave it he was far from small. It was long , it was thick , and the sight of bulging veins as your pussy throbbing. The head was an angry pink with pre cum dripping out and onto your skin - painting your flesh in its sin as it continued to pulse and throb.

“like what you see?” the teasing tone had your eyes snapping from his member to his face that you only now realize was flushed. His eyes were hooded and as you opened your mouth to tease him about it - he stuck his fingers into your mouth causing you to instinctively close around them.

“save your breath dear. You're going to need it.” He removed his fingers from your mouth to grab your other leg and hoist it up over his shoulder. He then pulled the both of you until you were on the edge of the bed and his feet were planted on the ground. You felt his hardness tap against you and gasped out as he began to rut against you. You scrambled for something to grab on and your hands found purchase on the arm that he had planted on either side of your head to hold himself up.

“Do you not realize how long I waited for this , waited for you?” The question caught you off guard and you were brought out of your pleasure haze to stare at his face. He was looking at you , love clearly in those ruby eyes that you had always found captivating. “My pretty little girl , so close yet so far. All those times you yelled , insulted, and hit me: only to turn into a little mouse the moment you wanted something. You made my undead heart break in the best of ways.” Then he was lining himself up.

“Now look at us,” he leaned up to look down at where the two most intimate parts of you were touching- hole to cock. “We're about to become connected in the best way possible.” Then he pushed in.

It stung , a slight joint of electricity as he pushed the head in and you gave a groan of pain. “I know dear. Just bear with me a little longer.” He hissed out as he continued to push his hardness farther and farther in. Your hands twisted the blanket in a deathly tight grip , hissing in displeasure at the stinging sensation.

He was easily one of the biggest things you ever had in your body. Your poor pussy could do nothing but quiver and twitch as it tried to accommodate his bigness. He bottomed out and you gave a sigh of relief as he stopped moving.

“There we go. Good girl , you're taking me so well.” He praised as he began to rub at your clit in an attempt to make the pain pass away. It worked. You could begin to feel yourself grow wet as the heavy cock sitting inside twitched in anticipation. As he continued his mistreatment of your little nub and the pain turned to pleasure - you whimpered.

Bucking your hips slightly , he groaned in pleasure as both his hands went to grip onto your hips. “Please move.” You pleaded , voice whiny and gurgled as you spoke. He did as told.

He began to move , sliding himself to where he was damn near out before pushing back in. He was moving slowly , sensually , in a way that got your skin sweating and chest heaving. The feel of the little bulging veins from earlier dragging themselves against your walls had you moaning out.

It was a slow thing and you could tell he was enjoying seeing himself break you down into a puddle of pleasure. While it felt amazing , the pace was going to give you a slow agonizing death. “faster , Tadashi. Faster.” He responded by grabbing your two legs - before he began to speed up.

You gave a startled choked moan as your pleasure increased by tenfold. Each drag of his length had pleasure jointing up your spine and into your brain to the point of override. You could tell he was enjoying it as well. He groaned against your skin on your legs he had been biting and sucking on.

It felt as though he was trying to carve a piece of himself in you as he pistoned in and out of you. You were forced to bear the pleasure- even more so when he hit a bundle of nerves that had your eyes rolling into the back of your skull and a porn star worthy moan leaving your mouth.

“shit , you tightened up.” he sucked two fingers into his mouth before he placed them on that bud and began to rub in circles. You screamed , you honestly to God gave a scream of pleasure as the action caused you to blank. “shit , pretty girl.” you could feel him looking at your face: mouth hangs open ,cheeks sweaty , and hair clung onto wherever they touched. To him , you’ll always make for the most beautiful picture - even more so with your face contorted in pleasure.

“did I fuck you dumb already.” he teased and you gave a loud moan in response. “good to know.” and he went right back to focusing on making you both reach your high. Reaching for your legs. He unhooked them from his shoulder and began to bend them back towards you. This allowed for him to drive himself even deeper which had you keening in delight. You were chanting his name now. Tadashi , zombie , zombieman - each one coming out in broken up wording.

A familiar feeling began to build back up and it made you extra sensitive. You quivered , biting your lip and throwing your head back as white began to cloud your vision. Sensing your high coming and becoming closer to his own , he became sloppier in his thrust as his hand moved towards your clit. That had you gasping out in pleasure before babbling began to leave your mouth.

“Bout to come baby girl?” he was panting his own self as he sped up his hand. “Come on , let's to it together yeah.” and then he was twirling your clit as he aimed a thrust at that bundle of nerves in you and you couldn't hold it in even if you tried.

You came , juices painting his thighs and length as he continued to trust in you a few more times before he too came undone. He spilled his cum in you , warmth from it having you give out a small groan as your chest heaved. He trusted a few more times trying to drag out the last of his high before stopping.

He pulled out and you could feel the cum leaving out your twitching , quivering hole. His eyes tracked it with a prideful pleasure as he allowed your legs to collapse off the bed. While he left to get some rags , you were left there trying to catch your breath. He came back soon enough and you felt him clean up the mess from where his essence was leaving out of and on before wiping off the sweat and other juices from both of your body.

“I’ll take care of you properly in the morning,” he muttered as he laid down on the bed and pulled you along with him. He cuddled you into his arms as he laid his chin on your head. “But for now , lets get some sleep.”

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You awoke to a familiar feeling. Wind on your body and an absent body from the bed. He was not there when you went to sleep. But judging by the sound of wind entering your ears , he was here now. You opened your eyes to see him standing on the balcony , smoking like always as he looked out into the night sky.

You didn't even think about getting up from the bed this time - you just did. Slipping from under the covers , you began to make your way towards him. You stood behind him , looking for a few seconds before wrapping your arms around him as you laid your cheek on his back. You felt a hand grab your interlock ones as he ran a finger over the skin.

“Well hello to you too.” the sound of smoke being exhaled reached your ears before the smoke was seen. You saw him place the stick on the railing before he turned around to face you. “You should be asleep , pretty girl.” he said as a hand cae to wrap around your waist to tug you forward. “Yeah , well , who’s fault is that?” you grumbled up at him. He laughed and apologized in a way that you knew he wasn't actually sorry.

You huffed at him and got ready to turn back around to go out under the covers when his hold tightened. He leaned down , connecting your lips in a soft , gentle kiss that had butterflies soaring through your stomach before he broke it. You pouted up at him as you grabbed his hand and tugged. “Let's go to bed.” you said and he allowed you to tug him back inside.

His cigarette lay’s forgotten on the balcony railing.

#yandere #yandere zombieman #yandere zombieman x reader #zombieman x reader #female reader #zombieman has a made up name #its tadashi #one punch man #zombieman #smut #one punch man smut #opm smut #opm x reader #opm zombieman #zombieman opm

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quills-of-freedom · 7 months

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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.

#snk x reader #snk x y/n #snk headcanons #reiner brainrot #reiner x you #snk eren #eren jeager #attack on titan eren #eren yeager #eren x reader #saitama #one punch man #garou #garou one punch man #one punch man smut

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midnight-eras · 2 months

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Masterlist.

Jujutsu Kaisen.

Tokyo Revengers.

One Punch Man.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.

My Hero Academia.

#jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #one punch man x reader #one punch man smut #JoJo's bizarre adventure x reader #JoJo's bizarre adventure smut #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia smut

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flametrashiraarchive · 9 months

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I know like... 3 people are going to want to read this Speed-o-sound Sonic fic but I am having the BEST time writing it 🥴

#speed o sound sonic smut #speed o sound sonic #speed o' sound sonic #one punch man smut

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isittigerortigger · 4 months

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Hey hey hey! I finished another Zombiemask fic. If you are minors, please don't read it as it is really explicit and violent.

Happy holiday 2024, everyone!

#one punch man #opm #amai mask #sweet mask #zombieman #zombiemask #amaizomb #one punch man smut #one punch man fanfiction #i made this because im hungry for zombiemask content

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unpaidandusednsfw · 2 years

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"Bathing in Nature" (Tatsumaki)

Having just slaughtered a bunch of monsters, Tatsumaki takes a detour. Stopping at a lake she spotted earlier, she lands and strips off her clothes, wanting to wash off the monster blood. Bending over, she scrubs off some guts on her legs that have stuck to her legs. Doing so, she unknowingly is showing off her huge ass, and there happens to be a certain someone watching the free show. Hearing someone walk towards her, Tatsumaki snaps up and levitates out of the water, preparing to attack the bastard! Only for her face to go red and stare in shock at the sexy Ryuko staring at her. Tatsumaki states, “Be grateful it’s you Ryuko. Of course I wouldn’t min you staring at this sexy body of mine!”

#pxrifiedmxniac #one punch man smut

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slutfactory · 1 year

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GAROU drabble [mass request]

cw :: fingering, prostate stimulation, toy usage, sadist reader, overstimulation, dry orgasm. a/n :: this was longer, but i cut out about 3 really long paragraphs and now it's super short and really fast paced sry

<400 words

what the hell.

was what garou wanted to say. ever since you had found his sweet spot, you had been ruthlessly attacking it with your fingers. nothing but his broken moans and attempt at cursing you out filled the room; reveling in the man's pathetic tries to resist submitting to you, you continue abusing his prostate.

garou gripped the sheets below him, tearing the fabric as he felt himself orgasm for the second time, covering himself in his fluids. the intensity of it almost made him forget about his plan to kill you later on. for a moment, your hand ceased motion, giving him a chance to collect his thoughts. “my hand's cramping up.” he heard you mumble.

just as you were pulling your fingers out of garou's ass, he grabbed your wrist. even if he couldn't quite get the words out, you could see a familiar, piercing look of ‘don't you fucking dare’ in his golden eyes; as teary as they were. since his grip wasn't as arm-breakingly strong as usual, you were able to shake off his hand and pull your fingers out. “i was only going to switch hands.” you laugh before pulling out a small, pink vibrator and remote from seemingly nowhere. “but maybe i'll use this instead.”

“you fucking wha– hya–! mmhf—!” before garou could finish his sentence, he felt the rotor slip inside him; he slapped a hand over his mouth to at least muffle the shameful noises that left his lips. you pressed the on/off button on the remote—the sudden vibrations made garou arch his back; it felt as if the rotor was moving in different directions—maybe even rotating. slowly, you removed his hand from his mouth, thin strings of saliva connected his palm to his tongue and bottom lip.

garou let out another broken cry, feeling himself cumming again; to his and your surprise, nothing came out this time. “aw, how cute.” you cooed. “was that your first dry orgasm? i'm flattered.” you caressed his tear and drool-stained cheek gently.

“turn it off– please.. 's too much—” he sobbed. “can't take anymore–”

“one more orgasm and i'll think about it.”

#🎬 slutfactory productions #🗂️ —one punch man #garou x reader #opm x reader #opm smut #garou smut #sub opm #top reader #top male reader #dom reader #dom male reader

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lauraneedstochill · 1 year

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The object of my desires

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until one day things took a turn.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And what about her dresses?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You have a few other gifts for Aemond, too.

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

“Good morrow, ladies.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You fight the urge to look at Aemond.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

During the second month, his patience starts running out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“As always, it is, lady Y/N.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then the dance comes to an end.

You only curtsy out of politeness, averting your gaze:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I never said I was outraged.”

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

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

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

The air in the room feels heavy.

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

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

He speaks with his tone low:

“...You vex me to no end.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aemond”

“Aemond.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You chuckle lightly:

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

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

Aemond tenderly cups your face with his hand:

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

There's a brief pause before he adds:

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

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

"You were jealous of Jace?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

And neither would you.

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

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

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