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Anything to do with Saitama blushing, or his ass. I’m in.

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Canon!Genos x Incubus!Saitama

Okay this CRACK!ficlet started because of this [PICTURE]. But it’s not explicit.

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Genos blinked, unsure of what to make of the current situation he was in. 

Only moments ago, he was deep asleep, dreaming of frying omelets, when he was abruptly awoken by the sound of his window opening.  And when he actually opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of a bald man hovering a few mere inches away from his face. 

"!!" 

"Oh shit! You weren't supposed to wake up!" The intruder yelled, moving away from the blond, and directly into the moonlight streaming into the room. That's when Genos noticed that the trespasser was not entirely human. The creature had long, slightly curled obsidian horns protruding from a hairless head, which was attached to a very taut frame with dark bat-like wings fluttering behind him. He was also wearing a much too skimpy outfit for such a masculine physique.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my home?" 

"… Umm, look, I'm sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up… just forget this ever happened," the being announced as he made a move to leave, "I'll be on my way, sorry again." 

Genos was just about to let the seemingly harmless monster go, when it occurred to him that he had never encountered a mysterious being such as this one, and it was his duty as an S-Class hero to document as many of them as he could…

"Wait!" He reached out to grab the creature's arm, but he missed completely and ended up yanking back a smooth black tail (which he didn’t notice before). 

"ANNGH!" They both stopped in their tracks. The creature turned to Genos, with tears beading in the corner of his eyes, his brows scrunched up in annoyance as his lips trembled from letting out such an embarrassing sound.

"What is wrong with you!? You don’t just go around grabbing people's tails!" The shameless creature had the nerve… 

"Well, you shouldn't go around breaking into people's home." 

"Touché," the mysterious being huffed out before backing into the room to sit on the window sill, "look, I said I was sorry." 

"I'll forget about your intrusion if you let me take down some information." The creature placed two fingers over his chin and mulled over the idea for a moment. He let out an exasperated sigh before turning to meet the blond's piercing amber gaze. 

"… Fine, but only if you make it quick…. AND you have to do me a favor." 

"What’s that?"

"Let go of my tail." Genos quickly released the appendage from his steel grip, then grabbed a notepad and pen from his night stand. 

"Okay, let’s start off with your name and what you are." He flipped over to some blank pages, holding his pen to the paper, and looked up at the creature expectantly. 

"My name is Saitama, and I'm an… incubus." The blond stared for a moment, letting the words sink in.

"As in… you feed of people's sexual energy, by completely violating their minds and bodies?" So this thing wasn’t a harmless after all. 

"Well you're right about the sexual ener-" Genos snapped his pen in half, his eyes turned a shade of murderous, as he shot out of his bed and turned his palm towards the demon, electricity crackling down his arms and gathering in his hands. 

"I will incinerate you here, you vile monster!" Saitama flew up towards the ceiling, holding out his hands in protest. 

"WAAAIT!! Let me explain! I'm not like that!" 

"You have exactly one minute before I blast you into the afterlife." The incubus softly landed in front of Genos. 

"Look here dude, the only person you're gonna hurt is yourself. Trust me. Just calm down and let me explain, okay?" Genos reluctantly lowered his hand against his side, his gaze unwavering and still deadly. 

"You have one minute." 

"Like I mentioned, yes, I am an incubus, and yes, I do feed off people's sexual energy…" Saitama took a deep breath before continuing, "but I'm not like the others, I could never force myself on people in such horrible way, especially if they're sleeping-"

"Isn't that what you were trying to do to me!?" The creature shot Genos a dark glare.

"Would you let me finish?" The blond closed his mouth. "I'm actually a black sheep of my kind, and probably the strongest too, but for some odd reason my body doesn’t require a lot of energy. So I only take what I need to sustain me… and all I really ever need is... a... kiss." Saitama finished lamely. 

"So you sneak into people’s homes and kiss them?" Genos asked, the murder in his eyes quickly dissipating.

"Only men… they have much stronger sexual energy, and I also feel really bad breaking into the homes of women." The incubus scratched the back his head, shyly averting his gaze to the floor, and away from the blonds, “anyways, I’m pretty hungry; I've really been trying to starve myself for months and…Ah, I guess you don’t really need to know anymore… So I'll be going now... bye." 

Saitama jumped over to the window and readied his body to fly out when- 

"Wait." Chocolate eyes turned towards the cyborg. 

"What is it now?" Genos gave him a determined gaze, his amber eyes glowing brilliantly in the dark. 

"I admire your virtue and your honorable mannerisms when dealing with your appetite… And what I am trying to say is, you can take your energy from me tonight." 

"Really?" Saitama removed himself from the window and hopped over to Genos, his stare doubtful but hopeful, "it would really save me the trouble of trying to break into another house… and if you're okay with it." 

"Yes, for a creature of the night, you have good morals and that, I can respect." And it couldn't hurt; all the imp wanted was a little kiss. 

"Well if you insist." The incubus mentioned as he shot the blond a genuinely bright smile. "I'll make it quick, just close your eyes and pretend I'm someone else." 

"That won't be necessary." 

"….Okay, your call." Saitama said as he moved his face closer, close enough that Genos could feel the creature's extremely hot breath brush against his mouth. "I know I wouldn't wanna have to see some bald guy making out with me." 

"I'm doing this out of courtesy, but you seriously need to get along with it already." The demon actually laughed as he raised his hands to gently cup the cyborg's face. And that's when Genos realized that the incubus's body temperature was much higher than a regular human’s. He was going to have to document that later. 

"You're a funny guy…" And suddenly, the nonchalant demeanor that Saitama was exuding was quickly replaced by something else entirely as his round pupils thinned into sharp slits. The air around them becoming increasingly heavier. "Say, what's your name?" he rasped out, and the blond didn't particularly like how it sounded. It was dark, deep, dangerous and it made him feel extremely uncomfortable. 

"It's Genos," and he was beginning to think maybe he'd made a big mistake. The blond had convinced himself earlier that the creature had not been a real threat, just some goofy looking humanoid monster that had wandered into his room looking for a quick meal. But now, he couldn’t help but think that Saitama looked every bit the incubus he claimed to be, staring up at him from beneath thick black lashes with those brown eyes which were beginning to bleed into a hungry red.

 "Well, thanks for the meal, Genos." Saitama said breathlessly, and the cyborg would have been lying if he said it didn’t sound dirty, but he didn’t have much time to dwell on the seductive words because at that moment, the incubus decided to finally press their mouths together. And did the blond seriously think it was just a little kiss? Well he was sorely and delightfully mistaken. 

Because as soon the incubus's searing full lips pressed against his, what he once thought was a perfectly constructed body, began shaking from the intensity of the arousal that surged through his machinery, all of it coiling together to pool into an unbearable heat within his gut. Yes, this was definitely a huge mistake.

Genos couldn’t stop his hands from grabbing onto the devil's smaller frame, curling his metal fingers around a firm waist, as a long -'Oh god'- slitted tongue entered his mouth. He felt hazy, his mind clouded by the unbridled lust that washed over him, as that sinful appendage began sliding against his own, coaxing out a muffled, guttural moan from his throat.

It was fucking amazing.

The demon pulled Genos’s face closer, while also pressing his own body harder against the cyborg’s metal frame. His eyes shutting close as he slanted their faces to get a better angle to aggressively delve into the blond’s mouth. Genos could do nothing but hold on for dear life as he tried to squelch the overwhelming euphoria that was threatening to snap his senses. He was not going to let some (good natured) monster sweep him away with its sexual prowess.

How wrong he was.

The incubus must have detected his inner turmoil, because he opened his eyes and shot Genos a look that was downright sultry. The gaze so intense, it knocked out the air in the blond’s artificial lungs, a small tendril of smoke even billowing into the air from between their lips.

He watched intently as Saitama's eyes simmered from a burning scarlet, back to their warm auburn, and his slitted pupils expanded back to full circles as he disappointingly pulled away. A string of spit breaking between their mouths, and landing on the demon's chin. Genos nervously swallowed, unable to tear his eyes away from the incubus's tongue salaciously swiping their mingled saliva clean off his face.

"Wow… I’m actually stuffed,” Saitama whispered, their mouths still close enough that each syllable sent a damp puff of breath against Genos’s face. And with that, the blond felt something inside of him snap, most likely the last remaining pieces of his discretion.   

“No… not yet, you’re not..”

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I kinda imagine saitama as this unassuming incubus, where if you look at him, he looks kinda funny (some built bald dude flying around in a way too revealing outfit).. but when he’s in feasting mode, he’ll start looking real sexy and involuntarily release this crazy aura that screams 'fuck mee’ at anyone within range.

Anyways, hope you liked it, i may or may not add another part. =P

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this one’s for you @iron-cap :)

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omfg genos... youre not making it better.

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Villain!Saitama x Hero!Saitama Drabble

Saitama wasn’t going to admit it, but he was extremely attracted to power. He always had been. That was why he pursued it with his own body. Pushed his body to the absolute limit to obtain it.

What he didn’t expect was that he would have so much of it. Too much. So much in fact that he had lost his emotions, passion and even, his hair to contain it.

That was why it was such a shock that he felt something at this moment, staring into the very similar but also eerily different gaze of his doppelganger. What he felt was a mixture of amazement, curiosity, excitement and something else he quite couldn’t pinpoint.

“Who are you?”

The doppelganger started chuckling, a deep hoarse quality that sounded so familiar, yet so foreign.

“I think you already know the answer to that question.” Yes, he did know, he had actually adjusted to the idea of another Saitama being in the same realm as him rather quickly. But it didn’t stop him from still wondering.

“Why are you here?” The other ‘Saitama’s’ mouth split into a wide manic grin, revealing a mirrored set of perfect teeth.

“Because I am attracted to power.” In a flash, the doppelganger closed the distance between them, his face a mere centimeter away. “In the same way you are.” He whispered, each word sending a soft breath ghosting against Saitama’s lips.

A black leather gloved hand gently splayed itself on his chest, as shadowy eyes stared at him beneath thick black lashes. “I also want to consume it.”

Saitama couldn’t help the quiver that wracked through his body. He could feel the immense amount of raw strength simmering underneath the being before him, practically rolling off him in waves, electrifying the air between them.

“I want to consume you.” The doppelganger rasped, as his pressed a leather clad finger to Saitama’s erratic beating pulse as a tongue quickly lapped a trail from his jugular to ear, causing his breath to hitch.

The doppelganger moved back slightly, to regard Saitama with a dark gaze. That’s when he noticed the murky swirling emotions within the depths of those identical eyes. And there was one very blatant emotion that was stark against everything else. Something that hazed over the other’s eyes in a way that made Saitama’s knees weak. An emotion that was mirrored on his face, that had his own vision darken, and his eye lids lower. An emotion that he had felt earlier, but couldn’t name until now.

It was lust.

The realization must have dawned on his face in a very obvious way, because the other ‘Saitama's' grin grew so wide, it threatened to split his face in half, before the other him propelled forward and smashed their lips together.

Saitama had always been attracted to power.

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This ones for you @iron-cap :p