໒꒱ ₊˚ thinking about … genos, saitama, zombieman, garou.
GENOS
THE MONTH ,, let’s be real here, he has no primal desire to break you in half. he’ll serve you on his hands and feet, but the second you ask him for something more intimate, he starts rambling about his master’s sage words. he shouldn’t be “weak to women” during the month of november. all of that goes out the window; his self-control beginning to crumble the second you praise him for being such a dedicated student. and he is such a wonderful student, therefore, he must stay firm in his resolve, even if it’s at the expense of your pleasure. once his internal clock flicks from nov. to dec., he’s ready to make up for his horrible behavior and every bit of lost time.
SAITAMA
TWENTYFOUR DAYS ,, it had all started with his ninja-stalker, another ridiculous attempt to one-up his so-called rival. saitama, being the petty man he was, agreed, somehow convincing you along the way. by day seven, his willpower was already crumbling. “he won’t know…”’s whispered into your neck, all the while his hands palmed at your skin. you decided to have a little fun with him, given how underappreciated you felt in the relationship. but when the third week came, that’s when it started to hurt. both of you would have jumped each other's bones if not for his “friends” constantly dropping by uninvited. during those times, his hand would linger too high on your thigh, or he would rest his chest on your back while you cooked for the get-together. he finally snapped after a week of torture and your teasing clothes, kicking them all out with a slam of his door.
ZOMBIEMAN
TWO WEEKS ,, there were signs he wasn’t going to hold out from the start. those hooded eyes lingering on you through the cigarette smoke, or how he’d spread his legs out a little too comfortably when reading on the couch. even with his hints, he had been going strong, keeping himself busy with missions and piles of paperwork. but it got to a point, especially at night, when the minutes blurred to hours. glancing up from his files and seeing you eating the last of the ice cream from the carton, only to lick a melted cunk that scraped the side of your thumb all the while maintaining eye contact with the tv… fuck it. he had more important things to spend his energy on than no nut november.
GAROU
TWO DAYS ,, this man would nottt care about the challenge at all. he’d do it purely to entertain himself as long as it didn't affect his body… which wasn’t a long time. he almost broke on the first night, but the thought of you riving on some old couch with god knows what on it forced him to blue ball himself. you should truly be grateful he cared so much for you, not wanting to give you an infection and whatnot. so why not show him your appreciation? as long as you have funds for the hotel and sustaining him with food afterwards, he’ll make sure you know just how grateful you should be. but who says no nut november is over? all will be forgotten, and you can “restart” because it was just a “fluke”.
The.. lack of OPM fanfics is actually appalling. One would assume that this anime would be piling with fanfics, the men (and women) in this show are quite honestly (in my opinion) some of the most attractive/majestic anime characters I've come across. Their characters are intriguing too when you look into their lore. I am not seeing enough variety y'all... what are we doing, These beautiful ahh characters are literally being thrown your way. I should be seeing weekly updates. Why am i having to re-read fics...🗿
Hiii! If it’s not a problem can I request a headcanon of waking OPM characters with head? :)
Hiii!👋
Of course it's not a problem, thank you for the request! :)
Thirsty, aren't we?😉
(me too🤝)
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Waking them up with giving them a head
T/W: NSWF content! Minors, do NOT interact!!!🔞🔞🔞
(also me: *writes for Metal Bat*... but he's at least 17... right?)
A/N: that's my 100th post, wow!🤩 (remember me saying in the previous post that I'd be free from now on? Well, I guess I underestimated the upcoming wave of deadlines and the exhaustion as a consequence, sorry as always😅 BUT NOW I ACTUALLY WILL BE MORE FREE SINCE I'M ON SUMMER HOLIDAYS, YAAAAY😎)
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Prepare for possible OOC!
Also be aware of implied fem!reader!
(Sorry if there are any mistakes!)
And, most importantly, enjoy!!!
You wake up only to see your boyfriend sleeping with his mouth agape and sprawled out on the bed/mattress (as always)
And as you lift yourself up from his chest, you feel a bump against your butt
Yes, it's Saitama's morning wood
A mischievous smile appears on your face as you lick your lower lip
Maybe there is something in the air today or feeling your man's hard cock between your ass cheeks made you horny immediately
In any case, your playful mood rises
And in the next moment, your hands swiftly slip off Saitama's pants and underwear, making his dick spring out freely
Finding yourself starting to drool, you decide not to waste time and begin kissing and licking the tip
You glance at your man who is still sleeping like nothing is going on
You continue your ministrations, gradually taking in more and more his length
Meanwhile, Saitama is sleeping soundly, rarely twitching his fingers and moving his head
So there is a reaction after all...
But not enough
Your moves get more intense
Soon, your boyfriend unconsciously starts buckling his hips, his tip goes deeper in your throat
And you can feel it pulsing, meaning the upcoming release
Just a little bit more, and you will send Saitama over the edge
But suddenly, he sits up, screaming "AHHHH! GET AWAY FROM ME, I WON'T LICK YOUR POPSICLE!!!"
You stop, staring at your boyfriend with a surprised look
He is perplexed, both trying to come back to reality and to process what is happening
"What the hell are you doing?" he asks after watching you with the half of his dick inside your mouth for some time
His voice doesn't sound irritated, it's filled with genuine confusion
You sit up, chuckling and wiping away your saliva
"I'm waking you up, hun."
Saitama silently hisses, feeling his tip exposed to coldness, and immediately wraps his fingers around it
Even though he furrows his brows because of this, his eyes are full of desperate need to finish what you started
Smirking, you return attention to your man's dick and proceed to suck him off
This makes him ejaculate in no time
Swallowing the sperm, you innocently smile at your boyfriend
"Good morning, 'Tama! Hope you slept well."
Saying that last night was intense is an understatement
You can already feel soreness in your body as you begin to wake up
Opening your eyes, you see your boyfriend sleeping next to you
This surprises you as Genos is always the last one to fall asleep and the first one to wake up
Or maybe you got up too early?
The sun, shining through the curtains, tells you otherwise
Anyway, the S-class hero deserves the rest
You start getting up from the bed, trying to be as quiet as possible not to wake him up
And as you do that, you notice that Genos didn't take his cock off
He has never forgotten about it before
Poor thing, he must have been really worn out then
You suddenly remember his words that Dr. Kuseno made his dick more sensitive and almost the same as human organ
Almost...
You realize that your man doesn't have morning wood
It's not like it's a bad thing or something else
But it makes you wonder how does your boyfriend gets hard
Does he do it telepathically? Or there are some buttons? Or..?
You decide to conduct a small experiment: tease Genos and see if his erection will appear
Your fingers playfully caress his abdomen, getting closer to his length and running along it
The cock gradually rises
Aha, so S-class hero doesn't control it
Feeling enthusiastic, you start kissing and licking the dick
You get so engaged in this that you basically start sucking your man off and don't notice him waking up
"Y/n?" a calm voice which you love so much is heard
You come back to reality and realize what you're doing now
Embarrassed, you move away from him and don't dare to look into his eyes, feeling how they already scan you
Silence
You want to explain yourself, but don't know how
As you're about to say something, Genos speaks first
"Princess, did I not satisfy you the other night? I apologize as I thought you had more than enough due to falling asleep rather quickly after multiple lovemaking sessions. Please, let me fix my mistake."
Embarrassed, you chuckle and explain everything
After that, cyborg calmly tells you that his strap-on is connected to his nervous system, meaning that it functions like an organ
But there is a nuance: it's connected to anything related to the sexual arousal
...Well, it's what you understand from the long speech, full of different terms that you heard of for the first time in your life
After you thank S-class hero, a silence between you falls again
You can't help but still feel embarrassed
Especially when your boyfriend is still hard, despite him looking unfazed
He follows your gaze down to... his cock
"I'm sorry, Y/n. I will remove my strap-on now since it makes you uncomfortable."
Huh?
You stop Genos before he could pull it off and ask him if you can continue what you started
He is a bit surprised at your request, but lets you do your thing
After all, your wish is his command
Even though he'd prefer to pleasure you instead
Your tongue and lips do wonders to him
They feel like heaven on hid cock
And some time later, he fills your mouth with his cum
You swallow it and want to get up to start the day
But strong arms pin you against the bed
"Thank you for the blowjob, princess. Now, let me return the favor, please."
You wake up, feeling like something is practically glued to you
Of course, it's your boyfriend who is snuggling against you like a koala
And meanwhile he cutely snuffles into your ears, his morning hardness perfectly brushes between your legs
What a contrast
As much as you’d like to keep laying in bed, you can't ignore the appearing wetness in your panties
What a sleeping teaser Sonic is
Two can play the game
You carefully untangle from the strong grip and replace yourself with a pillow
Your hands move down to his cock and softly stroke him, making your man jolt
But he doesn't wake up
...Yet
It's time to bring out the big guns
Your mouth, namely
Your lips wrap around ninja's dick and start sliding down it
Sonic starts slightly moaning and sulking while tossing around
You continue doing your thing
And soon, he opens his eyes and looks at you confused
"Y/nnie? What are you doi– Ah-h..."
Poor baby can't even finish the question as he tilts his head back, moaning and rolling his eyes
Grinning you let go of him, standing up
Your boyfriend looks at you like a kid whose favourite candy was taken away from him
"Hey there, hedgehog. I was just checking your ninja skills. It could be anyone else instead of me, you know. You should be more careful."
"Wha... wha... what..?"
You chuckle and decide to tease Sonic further
"Since I woke you up, I'll go to the kitchen now to start making breakfast now. See you there!"
Your man blinks for a few times
Then he looks at his hard member and returns his gaze to your retreating silhouette
"Wait! Don't leave me alone like this! Hey! Please, mommy! I need your help! Please, Y/nniiiiieeeeee!!!"
Aw, how can you say no to such a cute face?
For some reason, the view of your boyfriend's hard dick tightening his pants always makes you feel things
Oh, and how do you love stroking it...
And today's morning is no exception
The first thing you see is a huge bulge in Garou's boxers
You instantly smirk, knowing what to do
There is no chance in hell you will skip the opportunity to tease him
You wrap your fingers around the hardness and start stroking it, watching the man's reaction
But he continues sleeping
Seriously?
Maybe getting rid of the underwear will make the cock more sensitive?
You take off Garou's boxers and proceed to masturbate his now exposed dick
And again, no result
It looks like you gotta put your mouth into use
Not that you mind it though
You start sucking your boyfriend off, regularly stealing glances at him
As you could have already guessed, the view before you doesn't change
Feeling frustrated, you begin to move your head more actively, taking the cock deep in your throat
You start enjoying this so much that you forget about your man and your desperate attempt to tease him
You concentrate on the way his tip reaches your throat and how your tongue and lips brush against the flesh
Soon, your mouth gets filled with sperm, and you swallow it
Satisfied, you lift your head up... and meet a pair of pleased golden eyes
Garou looks at you with a rather smug smirk on his face
His hands are crossed behind his head as if he is enjoying some show on TV
...
This bastard was pretending to be asleep the whole time
"Good morning, sweetheart. Well, I don't know about you, but I had a wonderful start of the day... I could get used to waking up like that, you know."
Just don't be surprised to get up feeling how long fingers stretch out your pussy the next morning
A smile spreads across your face before you even open your eyes
It's because you can feel your man's arms wrapped around you and his hot breath against your neck
S-class hero finally gets a rest that he deserves so much after an exhausting week
Zenko is on her mini school trip, so it's just you and your boyfriend
Feeling a sudden wave of affection towards Badd, you face him and caress his cheek, peppering his face with kisses and simply admiring his beauty
In return, he hums in his sleep, pressing you closer against him... and his morning wood
A thought crosses your mind
It's late morning, so why not to give Metal Bat a pleasant awakening?
Grinning, you carefully escape from his grip and remove his pants and boxers
You spit on your fingers and grind his cock
Your boyfriend moans softly, but still doesn't wake up
You leave a trail of kisses along his length and peck his tip, making Badd slightly move and grab the sheets
Proceeding to the next step, you gradually take your man's dick in your mouth and start moving your head up and down
Young hero starts openly moaning, tightly gripping the sheets and tossing and turning
Soon, his tip starts pulsing and his moans get deeper
Metal Bat unconsciously buckles his hip, shoving his cock deep down your throat
Your movements become more intense, and your boyfriend cums not long after
He loudly moans and sits up, opening his eyes, while you get filled with his sperm
And stares at you confused as you turn your head to look at him, grinning after consuming his release
His eyes widen, a pure terror appears on his face
"Zenko!.. She didn't hear us, did she?!"
You chuckle and remind him that his sister is away
Badd exhales relieved
He processes what just happened and listens to you, saying that you wanted to give him a pleasant surprise
Unexpectedly, he covers your lips with his and leaves a trail of kisses down your wet pussy
Now it's time for him to show you his gratitude
Your sex life with Amai is full of different experiments and filled with passion
Mostly, it's Mask who thinks of something new or spices things up
Don't worry, you also take part in diversifying your fun in bed
And as for now, you're pulling your boyfriend's pajama and underwear off him meanwhile he sleeps soundly
Why?
Well... why not? ;)
You know how much Beaut loves it when you give him a head
So having you sucking off his dick must be a rather great start of the day for him, right?
Especially considering that both of you have a free day ahead
You start stroking your man's cock only to get no reaction from him
And even when you start pecking his tip, he continues to sleep
Without wasting time, your lips wrap around hardness and proceed to push it into your mouth with your tongue sliding along the flesh
You decided to have it little by little
And as you're about to move your head up, a hand stops you
"Come on, darling, we both know you can take much more than that."
Amai starts moving your head up and down with his hand
His dick goes deep down your throat as tears form in your eyes
Yeah, pop idol likes to be rough with you in bed
And you like it
Slurping, you continue sucking off your man
(or should I say getting your throat fucked?)
Some time later, he starts buckling his hips, making him go even deeper than before into you and practically stuffing your mouth with his balls
It means he's close now
A few more hard thrusts, and Sweet Mask fills your throat with his cum
You swallow it and receive a head pat as you get praised for performing a fantastic blowjob
And then Amai suddenly grabs you, pinning you on bed beneath him
You subconsciously press your wet pussy against his knee, which is already between your legs, wanting for more
Your boyfriend lowers his head and leaves a trail of kisses along your neck
As you arch your back to get closer to him, you feel him moving away and standing up from bed
"Let's brush our teeth first, and after that we can... return to our business."
...
What a teasing bastard
You wake up and notice that your man still sleeping
Now that's a rare sight since he almost always wakes up first
Usually, you either let him sleep... or mess with him
For example, draw him a mustache with toothpaste, wake him up by squeezing a lemon into his mouth or braid his hair
Or.... give him a head
Yes, that's what you're doing right now
Well, trying to do
Because as soon as your hands get on the waistband of his underwear, the ninja immediately opens his eyes and stops you
"What the hell are you trying to do?"
...Oops
How to explain this?
You try to reassure him that your intentions weren't bad and get a skeptical look from Flashy Flash
"Your so-called pranks usually leave me in disgust or you in disappointment. So stop whatever you were about to start."
He listens to your yapping about noble plans for god knows how long
(around five minutes)
Finally, he signs and reluctantly lets go of your hands
S-class hero can't help but feel intrigued by your bold advance on his morning wood
Usually, he is the one performing oral because, again, he feels uncomfortable at the thought of you having something shoved in your throat
So the blond is confused at your eagerness to suck him off and decides to enjoy the show
As you take him step by step, a huge wave of pleasure spreads across his body
He lets out a soft groan, tilting his head back and closing his eyes
His hand subconsciously moves to the back of your head and supports it, gently helping you
The deeper his dick goes down your throat, the closer he gets to his release
Ah, it feels so good
As for you, it's safe to stay you're fully engrossed in the process... and feel aroused as well
And your fingers that desperately rub your wet pussy don't help much
You increase your pace and start feeling your man's tip pulsing
(and the way your cunt throbs too)
Soon enough, Flashy Flash cums in your mouth, and you swallow everything without wasting a single drop
You both stare at each other with a heat in your eyes
This is not enough
Not even saying a word to each other, you both begin to move
Your ass faces the man as he lowers his head and lovingly flicks his tongue between your folds
The show must go on
Zombieman's groans mix with your slurping and muffed moans, filling the room
Your mouth gets ravished by your boyfriend's dick as he slams his balls against your lips with a loud smack
His tip harshly reaches your throat, brushing against your tonsils
A few drops of saliva run along your neck and splatter on your bare chest, joining the other ones
The man's moves quicken, signaling his upcoming release
Just a few more thrusts, and, and!..
You open your eyes
It was just a dream
What the hell
Thanks to such vivid vision in your head that you probably won't forget about for the day, you find yourself feeling thirsty
But not for the water
You look at your sleeping man who nuzzles against you
... and whose morning wood perfectly slides along your needy pussy
Being in a daze, you slightly grind your folds against his hardness
Ah, shouldn't have done that
Because your horny mood only rose
What to do?
You don't want to wake Zombieman up
Nor you want to help yourself in the bathroom
Because what you're really craving is filling your mouth with the hero's cock
Without realizing it, you move your hands to his boxers and slip them off, freeing his dick
In the heat of the moment, you start covering it with kisses and caressing it
Soon, you take it in your mouth, moaning in pleasure
Loud enough to wake your boyfriend up
He blinks, staring at you and trying to come to his senses
Maybe it's still a dream?
But it feels too real though
S-class hero pinches himself
Turns out, this is actually happening
You're sucking his cock
And when your tongue goes over that special spot, he lets out a deep groan, tilting his head back and closing eyes
He continues enjoying your mouth worshiping his length, telling how good it feels and brushing away strands of your hair (if there are any)
And do you know what can make this even better?
A morning cigarette
He reaches over to the nightstand and places a cigarette between his lips, igniting it
Zombieman takes a big drag and slowly exhales
Perfect, just perfect
(if you're uncomfortable with the smoke and smell, then he doesn't do it)
You begin gulping down more and more of his dick, feeling how your man unconsciously buckles his hips and how his tip pulses
And soon enough, he lets go
You swallow the sperm as he puts out a cigarette
"Dear, you're going to be the death of me one day, you know."
You just give him a mischievous smirk which makes him to grin in return
In the next moment, you're pushed to your back and your legs are spread open as two fingers enter your pussy
"Now, let me please you as well."
You and King sometimes like to watch porn and hentai together
Why?
Firstly, to get aroused (not that you both have problems with that, but it helps to settle the mood)
Secondly, you do it just for fun (there even were cases where you got into plot and watched only for it)
And thirdly, to get new ideas for sex or to understand how to do some poses
And one day, you get a glimpse of a video title where a girl wakes her boyfriend up with a blowjob
King doesn't notice it, but you decide to try out this when the opportunity arrives
Meaning, the next morning
When you free your boyfriend's cock, you start smoothly stroking it
King instantly moves his head, whimpering
But still doesn't wake up
You take the next step: pepper his hardness with kisses and lick it there and there
S-class hero starts moaning
And now it's time for the main "event"
You gradually take his dick and start sucking him
Man's moans get louder as you pick up the pace
His cock starts twitching rather quickly, signaling the building release
And as King is about to cum, he opens his eyes and sees your head between his legs
He doesn't even question what is going on because his mind is focused on reaching the peak
Just a little bit more, and some more, and–
"I'm coming!"
But he doesn't
You let go of him and look at his desperate face
Blue eyes are filled with pleading to finish what was started
But you don't give in so easily
"Mm? Why are you looking at me like this, baby?"
"I need... to cum..."
"And what does this have to do with me?"
"Please... finish..."
"Huh? I don't really understand. Speak louder."
"I... I... Please, finish what you started!"
"Eh? What exactly I started?"
"Giving me a head..."
"So you want me to suck you off?"
"Y-yes!"
"And what is the magic word?"
"Please! I'm begging!"
You chuckle
"Alright, since you ask so nicely."
You lower your head and proceed giving him a head
King is already tense and about to ejaculate
So one playful bite on his tip makes him go over the edge
He pants, looking at you swallowing his cum and then smirking
"Good morning, King! I hope you don't mind that I took an idea on how to wake you up from one adult vid."
You and your boyfriend walking down the street but a man in a black hoodie and pants walkes over then pulls out a knife from his pocket. "Give me your money!" He said pointing the knife at you both.
Saitama
Saitama looks at the man annoyed. "What are you doing?" Saitama said that the thug felt his entire body shaking with sweat going up to his face.
"Trying to rob my and my S/o?" He said then lift his hand. "Don't interfere with our shopping!" He said then hits the thug. Knocking him out.
Saitama looks at you. "You ok?" He asked looking bored but his tone was in concern. "I'm fine thank to you" you said then kissed his cheek.
He blushes red then scratched the back of his neck with a smile.
Genos
Genos narrowed his eyes. "You dare threatened my S/o in front of me!" He said then he grabbed the man by the collar. "You were mistaken" he said looking stoic.
His new updates as his arm shot out wires then tied the thug up then dragged him to a police officer to throw jail.
After he looks at you. "Are you alright? Were you scared? Do you need medical care? Are you hurt?" He questioned but you hold his hand.
"I'm ok Genos. Thank you for saving me" you said have him a kiss on his cheek. He was steaming as he walked with you.
Sonic
Sonic was in the shadows then saw you getting mugged. He throws his explosive shurikens at the man. Blew him up causing the thug to fall onto the ground.
Sonic dashed over to you with worry. "Did he hurt you? I'll kill him if he did" Sonic said clutching onto his small sword behind his back.
"I'm ok Sonic" you said reassuring him with a kind smile. He sighs in relief then hugged you. "Good. I'm staying by your side" he said walking with you.
Zombieman
Zombieman looks at the knife then at the thug like it was nothing. "Put it down" he said firmly as he puts you behind him. The man then stabbed him.
Zombieman was unfazed as he grabbed the man's hand then twist it. Pulling out the knife with his other hand as he turned the man around then pinned him down.
"You ok Sweetheart?" Zombieman asked you with concern. "I'm fine but you got hurt" you said worried. He chuckled as he moved his coat to see the wound was healed up.
"I'm fine S/o, I'll live" he said as the police takes the man away. You kissed Zombieman's cheek.
"Thank you, Zombieman for saving me" you said softly. He smiles then kisses your forehead.
King
King's heart started to rumble as it got louder and louder. The thug then noticed he was robbing the King and the roar of his King Engine.
The thug dropped his knife then got to the floor blowing with his head on the floor. Begging for forgiveness. "Please King! Im sorry, please forgive me!" The thug cried.
King stares at him with intense rumbling. "You should go to the police to be forgiven" Kind said in his deep voice.
He thug nods "I will!" He cried then ran to a police officer to go to jail. The people clapping but King ignoring them as he takes you around the corner.
He was breathing heavily. "That was close! Are you ok?" He asked still panicking. "I'm fine, King" you said.
You kissed his cheek to calm him down. He calms down then smiles as he holds your hand to go home to play games.
Metal Bat
Metal Bat puts you and Zenko behind him. You covered Zenko's eyes so she doesn't see what was going to happen.
Metal Bat then hits the knife out of the thug's hand then hits him on the head, knocking him out. Metal Bat huffed annoyed.
He turned around to you and Zenko. "Are you both ok?" He asked. You and Zenko nods "thank you big brother Badd" Zenko said.
"Thank you for saving us" You said then kissed his cheek making him turn bright red. "L... Let's go get... Uh... Ice cream. Yeah ice cream!" He said then takes Zenko's hand with you holding the other hand of Zenko's.
Garou
Garou grins then used his Fist of Water Flowing Crushing Rock to disarm the man then hit him in the face, chest, and groin.
"You are a dumbass if you think you can take me on and threatening my S/o" Garou said point his thumb at you. He takes your hand then walked past the thug.
"You alright babe?" He asked looking round for anymore danger. "I'm ok, thanks to you my big bad wolf" you said then kissed his lips.
He was stunned then grins with lust at you. "Well, let's go home and show me how grateful you are" he picked you up and over his shoulder.
Not sure if u write for them but COULD U WRITE HEADCANONS ABOUT GAROU/SUIRYU/ZOMBIEMAN AND READER STEALING THEIR CLOATHES
gods speed
I will write for anyone and everyone dw 💫
Also this is SO cute and I figured I might as well throw in Saitama in there for my Saitama fans (most specifically my best friend, if you’re reading this you’re my goat)
Saitama:
- You didn’t plan to, but one day you borrowed one of his hoodies because it looked comfy. It hung loosely, swallowed you completely, and smelled like laundry detergent and oddly… supermarket bargain aisles.
- Saitama noticed instantly. He didn’t say anything at first - just stared blankly for a moment before mumbling, “Hey… that’s mine,” in a tone that was more confused than upset.
- When you tried to give it back, he shrugged. “Nah, keep it. I was gonna do laundry anyway.” He said it like it didn’t matter, but later you caught him glancing at you and smirking slightly.
- Eventually, it became a running thing. You’d show up in one of his T-shirts, pajama bottoms, or even his hero cape once for a joke (he didn’t find that one funny - “That’s for work, don’t get it dirty.”).
- Genos once asked why you were always wearing Saitama’s clothing. Without missing a beat, Saitama said, “Less laundry for me.” But the tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth gave away his real thoughts.
- Sometimes you’d come out of the shower wrapped in one of his hero shirts, and he’d deadpan, “You know I only have two of those, right?” before sighing and letting you keep it.
- He secretly likes it - it adds a quiet domesticity to the apartment. On grocery days, he pretends not to notice you wearing his hoodie, but if he sees you napping in it afterward, he’ll drape an extra blanket over you before turning the TV volume down.
Zombieman
- The first time you wear one of his trench coats, he doesn’t even comment - he just gives you a long look, sighs quietly, and lights another cigarette. It takes him a full minute before he mutters, “That’s mine, y’know.”
- He doesn’t actually mind. He’s more confused than annoyed - his wardrobe isn’t exactly cozy or fashionable, so why would anyone want to steal it?
- You start making a habit of it: his coat when you’re cold, his shirt when you’re lazy, his spare gloves when he leaves them lying around. Every time, he acts resigned but doesn’t take them back.
- One morning, you walk into the Hero Association cafeteria wearing his entire outfit - trench coat, shirt, and belt. Zombie Man walks in behind you, looks you up and down, and quietly says, “You’re bold. I’ll give you that.”
- Despite his gruff front, he secretly likes seeing you in his clothes. It’s a strange, grounding reminder of normalcy in his otherwise grim world.
- Sometimes, when he pulls an all-nighter, he’ll find you asleep on his couch wrapped in his coat. He won’t wake you - just drapes another layer over you and goes back to his report.
- The only thing he flat-out refuses to lend is his hat. Once you reach for it, he stops you with a quiet “Nope.” You tease him about being sentimental, but he just smirks and says, “Gotta have some boundaries.”
Suiryu
- Suiryu isn’t even surprised the first time he catches you wearing his shirt. He just smirks and says something like, “You wear it better than I do.”
- His wardrobe is full of casual, loose gym wear and open shirts, so it doesn’t take him long to notice when one goes missing - especially if it’s his favorite silk button-up.
- He starts teasing you every time you wear something of his, calling it “payment for his charm.” But secretly, he kind of loves seeing you in his clothes.
- If you’re wearing one of his shirts out in public, he’ll act all smug about it - arm around your shoulder, smile wide - making sure everyone knows whose shirt that is.
- You once took one of his training hoodies, thinking he wouldn’t notice… but he did. He pretended to be upset just to convince you to “make it up to him” with a spa day or dinner.
- Eventually, he starts leaving his shirts out on purpose, claiming it’s “for laundry” but clearly hoping you’ll snag them.
- The only time he actually complains is when you steal his favorite gi jacket right before training. He’ll grumble a bit but ends up cutting practice short to chill with you instead.
- “Guess I’ll have to wear yours next,” he says one day, and before you know it, he’s trying to fit into your hoodie way too comfortably.
Garou
- The first time he catches you wearing one of his shirts, he freezes mid-step. For a few seconds, the usually sharp-tongued martial artist is speechless, blinking like he’s been hit with a finishing move.
- He quickly recovers with a signature scowl. “The hell are you doing?” he mutters, but his ears are slightly red. He tries to sound irritated, yet he doesn’t actually take the shirt back.
- You start borrowing his clothes more often - mostly his loose tops and jackets that still smell faintly like his training ground and the outdoors. He complains every time, but somehow they always end up freshly washed and folded near your side.
- When you tease him by saying they’re comfortable or that you like the way they smell, he grumbles something about “you being a weirdo,” though he turns away to hide the faint grin spreading across his face.
- If you ever steal something more personal, like his hero-hunter scarf or gloves, he’ll actually chase you down - not because he’s mad, but because he secretly thinks it’s hilarious to see you scramble.
- Over time, he stops pretending to care. In fact, he starts leaving an extra hoodie around on purpose, acting like it’s a coincidence. You both pretend not to notice the small gesture.
- When others see you wearing his clothes, Garou suddenly gets defensive. “What? It’s cold. Don’t read into it,” he snaps, but his possessive streak shows in the way his arm ends up around your shoulder soon after.
side note; My… my hands… wont… stop typing… save me…. I’m gonna hibernate after this post
SAITAMA
Shockingly takes very good care of you
he’s a mundane guy that lives alone and needs to take care of himself, so I’d assume he’s gotten his fair share of sick days
He’ll be softer and more careful with his words
He lets you huddle up in his futon, even if he’s a little annoyed cuz now he needs to find somewhere else to sleep,
he still wants you to be close to him so he can look out for you
makes you lotssss of tea and warm meals
and bananas! (Saitama loves bananas)
he knows all the foods to avoid when you’re sick, ex: eggs
he’ll probably spend most of his day sitting next to you while he watches tv or talks to you about something
doesn’t leave the house to do any hero work so he can stay by your side
like I said before, he takes veryyy good care of you until you feel better
GENOS
oh gets really worried
a little bit frantic even, but he doesn’t let it show
does a shit ton of research about your illness/symptoms and how to take care of it
Consults dr kuseno
who of course gives him a lot of advice
he’s hella dotting
Like fr he doesn’t leave your side
despite being an S-class hero, unless its an absolute emergency, he DOES NOT LEAVE YOUR SIDE
Will make sure you take your medication exactly on time
Prepares gourmet type meals for you
Also expect a lot of broth, soup etc etc
Will offer you any form of physical affection you want. Since he’s a cyborg he doesn’t get sick, so will cuddle you all day without complaints if thats what you’d like
He’s constantly checking up on, his cool metal hand pressed gently on your forehead while his mechanic eyes inspect your frame, a small frown etched on his temple.
he’s so cute kms
SPEED OF SOUND SONIC
He knows how to take care of you
he’s gotten sick PLENTY of times, it never lasted long though because his immune system is simply goated
That being said, he’s very… awkward?
he’s concerned and worried, don’t get me wrong, but he’ll probably try to hide it
His words won’t reassure you much but his actions will!
He’ll drop off supplies like medication, food, herbs, or anything else you need, whether you mention it or he decides you need it anyway.
he’ll check up on you a lot, and he’ll try to stay nearby to make sure your safe
but honestly, you having to rely on him when you’re vulnerable makes him feel prideful
he doesn’t admit it, but he kind of likes having you sick, just a tinsy bit
FLASHY FLASH
Oh god
of course he’s terribly worried about you
very aloof about it though
I’ll start with the cons: He’s sort of emotionally distant, and offers very little emotional support, and he won’t try sticking by your side as often as the other characters
Now that that’s out of the way,
He does make sure you have everything you need, and if he’s not with you, probably because he’s doing some hero work, he’ll text you or call very occasionally to ask how you’re doing and if you need anything
If you do mention that you’re feeling worse, he’ll be right by your side in an instant
ZOMBIEMAN
He’s very down-to-earth and calm about it
He won’t fuss over it or worry too much in the slightest
He’ll take good care of you, bringing you meals in bed, drink lots of fluids and getting enough rest
he’ll focus on making you as comfortable as possible too
He’ll leave for hero work every once in awhile, thats unless you’re really sick, then he’ll stay rooted beside you without another word
He’ll spend a lot of time just sitting or laying next to you. If you’re uncomfortably hot and would probably not want him to sleep beside you, he’ll sit on a chair and quietly hold your hand.
If you want him to talk, he’ll talk, and if you don’t, he’ll sit wordlessly without complaints.
he’ll probably crack a joke here or there if the mood is too damp
also, he’ll offer lots of forehead kissess
GAROU
He’s a little rough around the edges, but he’s got the spirit! 😍😍
this lone wolf isn’t used to taking care of people, let alone himself
He’ll probably tell you to just walk it off, but his protective instincts will kick in anyway
he’ll try to stay by your side as much as possible
he’ll grumble and act like he’s annoyed, but he really isn’t
he’s a little harsh, probably giving you some weird motivation like “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” or smth
he’s genuinely concerned for you though, just be patient with him, he’s trying
Characters: Saitama, Genos, Atomic Samurai, Metal bat, Zombieman and Mumen rider
Will post more characters so if you don’t see your favorite stay tuned!
“Saitama”
~His dates are simple and mundane he would probably take you out to grocery shop dates. (Bonus points if you know how to bargain like Asian grandmas at a market🤭🤭)
~Secretly loves you kissing the top of his bald head even if he swats your lips away.(He WILL sulk if you actually stop)
~He’s literally human gudetama he will fall asleep on your chest just 10-20 minutes into the game or movie and his sleeping position is exactly like gudetama’s, he will rest his cheek on your chest while his arms flail and rest god knows where
~Gets even more competitive if King beats him in a game while your watching
~Master of cuddling, he will share his futon with you when it’s cold and holds you to his chest while your head is tucked under his chin and your legs tangled with his
“Genos”
~Struggle to pick your lipstick and blush shade? Don’t worryyyyy he will perform color swatching tests so it will look just perfect! Same with your color of clothes too!
~He’s the most possessive and protective he will hold you close to him 24/7 if you guys take night walks
~Feeds the stray cat that roams outside his apartment
~He upgrades himself just for you! Uncomfortable when cuddling? He will install synthetic skin. Need portable microwave, charger and map for travel? He will install it also as long as it is practical
~Would take you to an aquarium or a museum date anywhere that includes sciences to expand your knowledge and he will explain the answers to your inquiries
Atomic Samurai
~ Traditional man. He loves sake and prolly still sleeps on tatami mats
~ He lets you borrow his haori in some occasions but it smells like a whole herbal medicine shop in there
~ Let’s you do anything to his hair, wash it, style it, braid it, decorate it with clips you name it!
~ Gives slow and gentle back rubs when your on the verge of slumber
~ Gives you chaste kisses in your sleep so you won’t get used to his soft side because your asleep duh 😂
Metal bat
~ Loves spoiling you and his sister( Zenko is priority 👌)
~ Hide his hair gel and hairbrush if you want to rage bait his ahh, he will flip the whole house upside down for it 😂
~ Dates with him are mostly shopping for you or for his sister, buying snacks, clothes and/or watching movies
~Would be the type to flex on purpose so you can praise him
~ Will always help and love your cooking and if your still learning he will help you do some research and give feedbacks
Zombieman
~If you tell him to run to the store to buy pads or tampons he will tell you to run to the store to buy cigarettes
~Loves cuddling you to his side and scratching your head till you hum and fall asleep
~Makes you your choice of hot drinks in the afternoon and teases you by giving you the Turkish ice cream vendor treatment
~Let’s you practice your style of makeup on him till you get the hang of it and do it on your own face
~He’s the type to still have album vinyl and the player and sometimes uses it when he has the time and dances with you
Mumen Rider
~ SWEET BABY BOY WILL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU 🤧🤧
~Gives flowers to you every time when he finishes his daily patrol
~Loves kisses on the nose,cheeks,foreheads and shoulders
~Gets jealous easily but not in a terrifying possessive way he will whine and give hints till you notice and explain
~Loves when you praise and comforts him to distract him from his insecurities
Hello~♡ Could I please request a part 2 of the "Doubt" series? Maybe with King, Atomic Samurai, Zombieman, and maybe Iaian if that's not too many?
Love your writing! Keep being wonderful!
Doubt pt2
one punch man characters x reader
sfw
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(i legit. LEGIT I WROTE THIS OFF OF WIKI PAGES AND PURE GOLDFISH MEMORY SO I HOPE THEYRE ACCURATE??)
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The Heart of a Hero
You never minded the sound of the "King Engine."
That ominous, thundering heartbeat that had made monsters turn tail and run before even trading a blow—it didn’t scare you. Not anymore. Not once you realized what it really was.
A heart.
A real one.
An anxious, racing, overworked, painfully human heart.
King's heart.
---
He wasn’t what people thought he was. You’d known that for a while.
To the world, he was the strongest man alive. The “Ultimate Hero.” The one who didn’t even need to lift a finger because his reputation alone was enough to end a battle before it started.
To you… he was a man who didn’t like loud noises. A man who quietly shut the bathroom door and sat there breathing into his palms when the pressure got too high. A man who jumped when the kettle clicked off and got nervous playing fighting games in front of you because he was so sure he’d mess up and embarrass himself.
He was your man. And even if he couldn’t level a mountain, he held your heart with such fragile, terrified reverence that it almost made you cry sometimes.
---
Tonight, it was storming outside. The rain clattered against the windows in wild gusts. You were curled up in bed under too many blankets, soft pajamas on, the smell of tea still faint in the air. You’d had a good night.
King had been quiet.
You noticed it during dinner—how his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. How he kept picking at his food and glancing over at his phone like he was waiting for bad news. When you asked if everything was okay, he said, “Yeah, just tired.” Which, in King-speak, meant “I am spiraling internally and need to be comforted but am too ashamed to ask.”
So you waited until he came to bed.
He took forever, brushing his teeth, fiddling with the light switch, staring at the living room like he expected it to disappear if he blinked. When he finally came in, he climbed into bed like he didn’t want to disturb you. Like he was trespassing in his own space.
You rolled over and pulled him into your arms before he could finish adjusting the blanket.
“Talk to me,” you whispered. Your voice was quiet. Gentle. No pressure. Just warmth.
He tensed at first. Then slowly—so slowly—you felt his arms wrap around your waist and hold you like a man clinging to a lifeline.
“I don’t know why you stay,” he said.
Your heart cracked a little. Just a little.
“Because I love you,” you answered simply.
He shook his head. “But I’m not… I’m not him.”
“You mean the S-Class myth they made you out to be?”
He didn’t answer.
You cupped his face in your hands and kissed his forehead, then the tip of his nose, then finally his mouth. You felt his breath stutter, and not because of fear. Not this time.
“I know who you are,” you told him. “I’ve seen you cry over your game saves getting corrupted. I’ve seen you hold a stray cat in the rain for half an hour until we could find a shelter that was still open. I’ve seen you take care of me when I got food poisoning and still insisted I looked cute even though I was barfing every ten minutes.”
He let out a wet, shaky laugh.
“I’ve seen the man who gets anxious about picking the right toothbrush. Who worries that he’s too awkward, too plain, too boring for someone to really love. But King—baby—that’s why I love you. Not in spite of it. Because of it.”
He sniffed, eyes brimming. You wiped a tear away with your thumb.
“You never lie to me. You never fake being something you’re not. And even when you’re scared, you try to be brave. That’s what a real hero is.”
He finally broke.
Not loudly. Not all at once. But tears slid down his cheeks and he buried his face in your chest, arms tightening around you like he needed to feel every inch of you to believe you were really there.
You stroked his hair gently, whispering soft nothings as the storm raged on outside. You rocked him slightly, not unlike the way someone would soothe a child, and he let you. He let himself need.
And god, that made you love him even more.
---
Later, when the tears had stopped and the only sound was the thunder in the distance and the rhythm of his breathing, he looked up at you, eyes still red but so, so soft.
“Do you really think I’m worth all this?”
You cupped his cheeks again and said, “I think you’re worth more than this. But I’ll start with just loving the hell out of you.”
He smiled. Really smiled. And he leaned in and kissed you like you were the only person in the universe that had ever seen him clearly.
Because you were.
Undying Doesn’t Mean Unfeeling
He wasn’t built for softness.
He didn’t say that out loud, of course. He didn’t say most things out loud.
He lived in half-lit rooms with cracked windows and worn furniture, the kind of spaces that didn’t invite guests or good dreams. He worked late, came home covered in blood that wasn’t always his, and dropped his coat on the floor like he didn’t notice the mess he left behind.
It wasn’t that he didn’t care. It was that he didn’t let himself.
He’d been alone for a long time. Long enough that the silence didn’t echo anymore. Long enough that he’d forgotten what it felt like to be seen as anything but a weapon wrapped in human skin.
And then there was you.
You didn’t barge in. You didn’t try to change him. You just… stayed.
The first time you saw him pull a bullet out of his own chest, you flinched. Not in fear—he noticed that immediately. You weren’t scared of him. But you were worried. Shaken. Healed wounds didn’t stop your hands from reaching out to check him over, voice trembling as you asked, “Doesn’t it hurt?”
He told you the truth.
“Every time.”
And still, you stayed.
---
It was quiet tonight. That kind of deep quiet that settles over the world like a blanket of snow, heavy and dense and final. The city outside his window still buzzed with the distant sound of cars and lives he didn’t belong to, but inside? It was just the two of you.
You were curled against him on the couch, one leg slung over his, your head tucked under his chin, your hand resting gently over the place where his heart should’ve been. It beat, technically. A slow, lazy thump that felt more like a formality than a sign of life.
Your fingers idly traced the edge of the latest scar along his ribs. It hadn’t even healed yet. He hadn’t given it the chance.
“You’re not wearing your shirt,” you murmured.
“Didn’t feel like it.”
“You always wear it.”
He didn’t answer.
Your touch didn’t falter. If anything, you pressed closer. He felt your breath against his collarbone.
Zombieman—real name undisclosed, even to you—had always been careful to keep you at arm’s length emotionally. Not because he didn’t care. Because he cared too much.
Because dying was easier than hurting someone you loved.
Because what if the day came when you realized he wasn’t worth the time? What if you looked at him and saw what he saw in the mirror—someone who should’ve stayed dead a long time ago?
“What’s going on in there?” you asked softly, tapping his forehead with your finger. “You’ve been quiet all night. I mean, quieter than usual.”
He smirked faintly. “Didn’t know I had a quota to meet.”
“You don’t. But I know when something’s eating at you.”
He went still. The kind of still that came from decades of lying in morgues and crime scenes. From training himself not to move, not to breathe, not to exist until the moment was safe again.
“Talk to me,” you whispered.
And for some reason—maybe because of the way you said it, or the way your hand never left his chest, or the way he didn’t feel like a freak when he was with you—he did.
“Sometimes I forget what it’s like to feel human.”
You blinked, pulling back just enough to look at him. His eyes were shadowed. Not by lack of sleep. By everything else.
“Everything just… hurts. Physically, emotionally, whatever. It’s all a blur. People die. Friends, enemies, civilians. I get torn to shreds and put myself back together and walk away. That’s the gig. But I don’t feel it anymore. Not the way I used to.”
Your expression was heartbreak and patience all at once. “But you do feel. You wouldn’t be telling me this if you didn’t.”
He shook his head. “I feel you. That’s the problem.”
You frowned. “Why is that a problem?”
“Because it makes me weak.”
You sat up a little straighter, moving so you were straddling his lap. He tried not to react, but your closeness short-circuited his brain every time. You took his face in both hands—scarred knuckles against scarred cheeks—and held him like he was something fragile.
“You are not weak for loving someone.”
He didn’t argue. He couldn’t.
“You’re not weak for needing someone, either,” you continued, your thumbs brushing just beneath his tired eyes. “You’ve been through hell and back, Z. More than once. You’ve died. And you still come home to me.”
“I don’t know why you wait.”
“I don’t wait,” you said. “I live. And I choose you. Over and over.”
Something in his chest twisted. Not pain. Something worse. Something better.
“You deserve someone who doesn’t scare kids.”
“You save kids.”
“Someone with a real job. A normal life. A pulse that doesn’t flatline every week.”
You leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I like your weird little heartbeat.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
Your lips moved to his jaw, slow and deliberate. He held still, but you felt the way his hands trembled on your hips. You weren’t trying to seduce him. Not now. You were just being there. With him. For him.
“You’re the only person who makes me feel real,” he said, barely audible. “The only thing I want to come back to. Even when I’ve got bullets in my gut and a hole in my head, I crawl back to you. Every time.”
You rested your forehead against his. “Then stop asking why I love you. And start believing that I do.”
---
He didn’t cry. He never cried.
But when he wrapped his arms around you and held on like the world might end tomorrow, you knew. You knew.
This man, who had walked through fire, through gunfire, through every kind of hell imaginable—this man who couldn’t die—was terrified of losing the one thing that made living worth it.
You.
So you whispered to him. All night. Soft reassurances and quiet promises. Your fingers combed through his hair, traced the curve of his spine, reminded him that he was more than his body count.
You didn’t need him to be cheerful. Or perfect. Or whole.
You just needed him to stay.
And for once, he let himself believe it.
Even if his bones cracked and his skin tore and his mind frayed from the strain—he would always put himself back together.
For you.
Because maybe, just maybe…
Immortality didn’t mean being alone.
Not anymore.
Wounds You Don’t See
Atomic Samurai didn’t fall in love easily.
He wasn’t the type. Not on paper.
He was loud, cocky, and too used to being right. The kind of man who swung his blade before letting a sentence finish. He lived for the fight, and lived with the belief that he’d die in one. There wasn’t space in that kind of life for softness. For warmth. For things that made you linger too long in the morning, or forget your sword when you left the house.
That was what he used to think, at least.
Then you came along, and with every quiet kindness and patient smile, you turned his rigid, blood-soaked world on its head.
---
He wasn’t graceful about it.
The first few months of being together were like watching a dog try to walk on two legs—confused, clumsy, way too proud to admit he was fumbling every second. He didn’t know how to flirt in a way that didn’t sound like a challenge. He didn’t know how to hold hands without looking around first like he was breaking protocol. He’d show up at your apartment with a bruised jaw and a bag of oranges and claim it was “for scurvy or whatever,” then linger by the door for twenty minutes pretending he wasn’t hoping you’d invite him to stay the night.
Eventually, he got better at it. Not good—just better.
But some days, like today, he regressed a little. Slipped back into those old habits of stoic silence and sharp sarcasm, like it was easier to wear that armor than admit his insides were all twisted up in knots.
---
You found him in the living room after midnight.
The lights were dim, the window cracked open just enough to let in the cool breeze, and he was sitting on the floor with his back to the couch, sword across his lap, bottle of sake in one hand.
He looked up when you walked in, and you saw it immediately—that flicker of guilt, the shadow behind his eyes, the shame he’d never admit to unless you pried it out of him.
“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked gently.
“Didn’t try.”
You walked over and knelt beside him, pressing a soft kiss to his temple before sitting down with your knees tucked beneath you. He didn’t stop you when you leaned your head against his shoulder, didn’t pull away when your fingers curled over his.
“I had a dream,” he said after a long pause. His voice was low, rough, barely audible over the hum of the city outside. “It was one of those old fights. Deep jungle. Blood everywhere. I couldn’t move fast enough, couldn’t—couldn’t stop it. I saw myself die, and I—”
He cut himself off, jaw tightening.
You gave his hand a squeeze. “It was just a dream.”
“I know,” he said. “But the worst part wasn’t dying. The worst part was thinking, ‘You’ll be better off without me.’”
That broke your heart in a quiet, devastating way.
You turned to face him fully, taking his face in your hands, thumbs brushing against the stubble on his cheeks. His eyes searched yours—wild and uncertain, like he wanted to fight you on this but didn’t have the strength to.
“Atomic,” you said, calling him by the name he used with everyone but you. “Don’t you ever, ever say that again.”
He stared at you, not blinking.
“You think I fell in love with you because you’re invincible? You think I stay because I expect you to come home spotless and untouched every night? I love you because you're you. Because even when you’ve been cut to ribbons, inside and out, you still look at me like I’m worth living for.”
He swallowed hard, and you felt his breath hitch.
“I don’t care if your hands shake,” you whispered. “I don’t care if you have nightmares or scars or a million things you’ll never tell me. I love you through them. I love you because you’re brave enough to carry all that weight and still come home to me.”
His hand rose slowly, fingertips grazing your cheek.
“You make me feel like… I could be more than a sword.”
“You are,” you said, kissing his palm. “You’re a man. My man. The one who leaves notes in my bento even if he pretends he didn’t. The one who sits through terrible romance dramas with me just to see me smile. The one who hides his bad days because he thinks he has to protect me from them.”
“I’m not good at this,” he whispered. “Not like you deserve.”
“You’re better than I deserve,” you said, pulling him into your arms.
And this time, he let himself collapse into you. Not like a warrior. Not like a proud, legendary swordsman. But like a man who’d finally let himself fall—knowing you’d catch him.
---
The night grew quiet again. You held him close, running your fingers through his hair, humming softly under your breath. His breathing evened out. His body relaxed against yours, muscles finally releasing their tension after what must’ve been hours of carrying too much.
“You’re home,” you murmured. “You’re safe. And you’re mine.”
“…Yours,” he echoed, half-asleep, the words clinging to his lips like a vow.
Steel Beneath the Silence
You often wondered what it must have been like for Iaian before he met you.
You could picture it, far too easily—waking before dawn in a sparse, cold room, tightening his sword straps in mechanical motions, the world reduced to routine and discipline. No warmth in the walls, no clutter in the corners. Just the deafening silence of someone who had long accepted loneliness as a cost of his path.
It wasn’t sadness that marked him—it was purpose. The kind that wore at the edges of a man until he forgot how to want anything for himself.
But even the sharpest blades, left unattended, could rust.
And even the strongest swordsmen could wear themselves down to nothing without meaning to.
---
Iaian never asked for anything. Not help, not comfort, not even simple things like a cup of tea or a steady hand on his shoulder.
If he needed something, he got it himself.
If he hurt, he bore it quietly.
If he doubted, he buried it where no one could see—hidden away behind the steady mask of a knight without a kingdom, loyal to his sense of duty above all else.
You saw through it.
Of course you did.
That was why you loved him so fiercely.
---
It was late when you found him sitting outside, his silhouette outlined against the moonlight.
Sword laid across his lap, like always. Back straight, posture perfect, gaze distant. He looked like a statue carved out of old prayers and half-forgotten dreams. Still. Silent. Alone.
You stepped out barefoot into the cool night, the wooden deck cold under your soles, and approached him without a word.
He noticed you, of course. Iaian’s awareness was unshakable, even when he seemed lost in thought. His shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly as you came close, as if bracing for something—an order, perhaps, or a reprimand.
But when you simply sat down beside him, not touching yet, not demanding, just being there, you saw the tension ease, even if only a fraction.
“I did not mean to disturb you,” he said, voice low, formal even now.
“You didn’t,” you replied softly.
Silence stretched between you, but not an empty one. It was the kind of quiet that grew when two people knew they didn’t have to fill the space with words to be understood.
You glanced at his hands resting atop the blade.
Bloodied knuckles. Bandages hastily wrapped. Not fresh, but recent enough to worry you.
You frowned slightly, reaching out.
He didn’t pull away when your fingers lightly traced the edge of the cloth.
“What happened?” you asked.
“A training exercise,” he said simply. “I… miscalculated.”
You looked up at him. “And?”
His lips pressed into a thin line. His gaze remained fixed forward, as if the very act of admitting weakness would dishonor everything he stood for.
“I was… reckless,” he finally said. “I lost focus. That is unacceptable.”
You could hear it under his carefully measured words—the loathing, the self-recrimination, the brutal way he punished himself more than any opponent ever could.
You shifted closer until your shoulder brushed his. Still careful, still giving him space if he needed it. But you wanted him to feel it—you were here.
“Being human isn’t unacceptable, Iaian,” you said quietly.
He closed his eyes for a moment, and you saw the faintest tremor in his hands.
“I am supposed to be better than this,” he whispered. “Stronger. More disciplined. If I falter… I endanger not only myself but those I serve.”
“And if you break yourself trying to be perfect, what good will you be to anyone?”
His eyes snapped to yours then—sharp, startled, wounded.
You softened your voice even further, reaching up to cup his jaw with both hands, cradling him like something precious. His skin was cool under your palms, rough with scars he would never let anyone else see.
“You think your worth lies in being unbreakable,” you said, voice trembling slightly with how much you meant it. “But I love you because you care. Because you try. Because you never stop pushing, even when it would be easier to give up. Not because you're invincible.”
Iaian’s throat bobbed with a hard swallow.
“You can fall apart with me,” you murmured. “You’re allowed.”
For a heartbeat—just one—you thought he might argue. That old, stubborn pride, the one trained into him by masters who had never taught him how to heal, only how to endure, bristled at the edges of his expression.
Then—slowly, painfully—he lowered his forehead against your shoulder.
Not with a dramatic collapse. Not with trembling sobs. Just a heavy, weary lean, like he was finally allowing himself to rest for the first time in what might have been years.
Your arms slid around him, steady and warm and patient.
You sat there for a long, long time—long enough for the stars to crawl across the sky and the crickets to sing themselves hoarse. Long enough for his breathing to even out against you, slow and deep and steady. Long enough for him to believe, truly believe, that he wasn’t a failure for needing someone.
He didn’t say much. He didn’t have to.
You felt it in the way he clutched you closer when the breeze picked up. In the way his thumb traced small circles over the fabric of your sleeve absentmindedly. In the way his sword lay forgotten for once at his side, not clutched like a lifeline but set down with trust.
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Later, when you guided him inside and coaxed him into bed, he looked up at you with something raw and unguarded in his gaze.
“Thank you,” he said.
Not formal. Not dutiful.
You smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead, brushing a few stray locks of hair away from his face.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised. “Not tonight. Not ever.”
