i nedde you

More than sexual love

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Starmora (Starlord x Gamora)

Warning: <Spoiler from Gotg vol. 2>

Authors Note: Ok guys…. this is my first fanfic that I wrote, so please be gentle and enjoy it!! *3* 

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There they stood, hugging each other, witnessing the fireworks thrown by the ravagers in honor of Yondu. For Peter it was amazing to have the only woman he really loved in his arms. He wanted to tell her all the things he felt for her. But he had never dared to tell her. But not anymore, tonight was the night.

“Gamora…” To which she replied with a soft yes in response come out of her green lips.

“I nedd to talk to you, in private” Peter could see her sweet brown eyes lighting up with his words.

Peter gently took Gamora’s hand and led her to one of the rooms of the ship closing the door behind her.

“Now you can tell me what is happening, Quill?” She said as they sat on the edge of the bed.

The ex-outlaw scratched his neck to try not to look nervous, while she still did not understand anything of what was happening.

“Well, you know. Is hard for me to say this, but…you know what? first of all, I need to apologize with you” The green alien was a little confused by his words.

“I’m sorry for what I told you in the palace that you were not my real family. Of course you are! Drax, Rocket and Groot are too, but … especially you” He said as he slowly took her hands and looked into her eyes.

“Also the fact that I have flirted with Ayesha. I really was an asshole at the moment and I thought it would be funny to make a joke about it”

“Peter, I…”

“Let me finish” He interrupted her before she could say anything else.

“The day I met you, I must admit that I was very attracted by your beauty. I know that our way of knowing us was not the usual. I thought at first, that this would not be more than a simple flirting adventure like I did with other girls. But for my goddamn luck, I was wrong” Gamora’s face immediately changed to a surprised one. She was not expected that Peter tell her all that things. 

“Remember when I told you about Hasselhoff and that he loved to flirt with any girl who crossed in his path? Well, of all of them, he always had a special. One that was the most complicated but at the same time more beautiful to fall in love with. She was very different from the other girls. She was always the one who sat alone at all the parties she went to. He occasionally tried to approach her and talk to her, but she always tried to avoid him. Because she was afraid. Of being another of the rest, a simple toy or fun of a single night… like you”

“I- I have no idea what you’re talking about” Gamora tried to look away from Quill’s green eyes.

“Yes, you have and I really do not blame you for it. I was always a jerk with you and you really deserve something more than this asshole. But… Oh shit, but at the same time I don’t want to. Gamora the reason is… I’m in love with you. Real and the more pure love in the all galaxy” Peter took one of Gamora’s hands to her chest so she could feel his intense heartbeat.

This is what I feel every time you’re around” 

The eyes of the two met again. Neither of them let go their eye contact. And without thinking twice, both of them started leaning and this time, their lips finally brushed against each other. Peter let his free hand rest on Gamora’s waist and she put one of her hands on the back of his neck. They both pulled away slowly and stared at each other.

“Let me show you all my love for you”

“I just hope those words have not been said before, Star lord“ The assassin said with a testing smirk.

Peter gave another embarrassed smile and gently lowered her backwards onto the bed.

“Trust me, you’re the first and the only one who listen this words” Peter’s lips were on hers again. But this time, they melted into a kiss that was more passionate and long.

Gamora lifted Peter’s shirt a little, exposing his muscled abs. To which he helped her remove it more easily and throw it somewhere in the room.

Both worked in perfect synchronization to get rid of their clothes as soon as possible. The desire to feel their skins brushing was growing in them. His kisses increased more, getting faster and deeper at the same time. But for Peter this time it was different. He was not going to have sex for one night with some other girl. He was going to … make love, with the only person that really love.

“You look more beautiful than ever” Peter said close to the alien’s lips.

“If you ever, tell anyone about this. I really will kill you, Peter” The assassin let out a smirky smile try to sound serious.

“Come on, G… don’t try to play with me. I know you love the feeling of my body over yours” Peter said with a playfull smile on his face.

“You’ll never stop being insufferable, right?” She asked sarcastically.

“Never”

Peter pulled down his boxers and took her legs to wrap them around his hip. He got into position and slowly entered inside her. 

They both let out a deep groan at the exquisite sensation. Peter began to move slowly but deep inside her. He could feel his member clashing with the warm walls of his vagina.

His lips barely touched, as they breathed the other’s fiery breath. The alien put her hands on Peter’s cheeks and kissed him complainingly. He suddenly broke the kiss and lowered his lips to her neck. He gave a strong hickey on the neck of his girl, leaving her a purple mark with small green dots. The passion was consuming them.

Peter began to rise the pace of their thrust, both could hear the sound of their skins slapping with each other, they were both lost to each other.

“Please, Peter… deeper, I need you!” Gamora said with all her strength

“I waited so long to hear those words…“ A victorious smile formed on Peter.

It was almost midnight, they were both naked in the other’s arms. Gamora had her small body on Peter’s chest. Their bodies were almost covered by the thin sheets of the bed. The ex-outlaw ran his hand up and down to the back of her lover, as she made small circles with one of her fingers on his chest.

Peter looked down at Gamora to give her a warm smile.

“What?” She asked with a curious smile.

“Nothing, it is just that… you look really beautifull in the midnight”

Gamora gave him a warm smile and took her chin to feel his lips back on her. Peter raised her to his height so he could kiss her more deeply.

“You wanna listen some music?” Peter say to her between kisses.

“But your Walkman?”

“Well, Kraglin give me something similar to my Walkman. The only difference is that it is more modern and has about 300 songs”

“That sounds interesting…”

Peter took the device along with the little headphones. He put only one headset and the other gave it to Gamora. Peter played the button of the device and the song started. 

Neither of them stopped hugging each other. And so they stayed for the rest of the night. Naked, but together.

For Peter the experience after sex was something new. He usually never spoke to a girl once he had finished his night of pleasure. But with Gamora … all that changed. He finally had someone to wake up with every morning, someone he could kiss and hug the times that he wanted, a dance partner and especially …. someone to love for the rest of his life.

THE END.

A Genos and Fem!Saitama fanfic

Or “What Genos thought during his first interactions with fem!Saitama”. Please, enjoy.

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The first thought that crossed his mind the first time he saw her in action was something between “Damn...” and “How in all the known hells?”.

In front of him was this bald and NAKED woman that with just one slap (ONE.FUCKING.SLAP.) obliterate into a red splat on the buildings the bat shit crazy mosquito monster girl that left him as a shredded piece of cyborg gore. “Who is this woman?! How did she do that?! Is she even human?!”

-  Man, I hate mosquitoes. – she said with the silliest of smiles.

-  WAIT! – he screamed, succesfully making her look his way – I AM GENOS! A CYBORG THAT FIGHTS FOR JUSTICE!! PLEASE TELL ME YOUR NAME!!! –

-  Eh? – she looked at him, her egg like face more than evident – I’m Saitama, why? –

-  ALLOW ME TO BE YOUR DISCIPLE!! – he requested in a scream.

He was desperate.

He needed to know how to become that powerful, needed to know how to be that immeasurable strong… in those times he had thirst for strenght… he had thirst for vengeance.

And this woman was the key to his goal.

-  Ah… Okay. – she said before turning on her heel and leaving.

Genos stayed laying there for a while, watching her back as she walked away and until it dissapeared from his sight, then using the communicator that Doctor Kuseno installed into his head he called the good Doctor to be retrieved and fixed. He had field investigation to do.

                                                          ***

He is not a stalker, alright?

He is not.

One thing is field investigation and another very different is the shameful act of stalking.

He has an analitical mind. He needs stats, samples and observation notes before reaching any conclusion, and from his observation week on Saitama-sensei there is only one logical conclusion for her God like strength and that is that it is a total mistery.

-  You actually came… – she said in this suspicious incredulous whisper, her almond shaped eyes squinted in his direction – Errr… What was your name again? –

-  It is Genos, Saitama-sensei. –

-  How the heck did you found my place? And please don’t call me that. –

-  Internet, mistress. –

-  DON’T CALL ME THAT EITHER! –

She invited him into her apartment and offered him a cup of tea while mumbling something about proper etiquette towards a guest (expected or not).

“This place is smaller that expected…” Thought Genos as he followed Saitama into the living room “…and dirtier.”

She was wearing that dreadly yellow full body suit.

“The cape is cool but… Ugh, that color.”

Once settled, Saitama put a very simple tea cup that had a wise quote printed on it in front of him.

-  Go home after you finish this one, I’m no lookin for discip-uh? How come you are in one piece again? –

-  Yes, since my body is mostly artificial it is easy to find spare parts. –

-  Dude, you are so weird. – she said flatly.

“Alright, let’s get this going.”

-  Sensei, what kind of artificial parts do you use? – he asked as directly as only he could.

-  None. – she answered as flatly as only she could.

-  Eh? Then what is that skin colored armor on your head? –

“She cannot be really bald, is she?”

-  It is MY skin. – Saitama was getting annoyed.

-  But that could only mean that you are already ba-

-  SO WHAT IF I’M BALD?! WHAT’S YOUR BLOODY PROBLEM ANYWAY?! –

“Change of subject then.”

-  Could you hear my problem, sensei? –

-  No, thank you, please go home. –

After unsuccesfully telling his tale and being treated like an annoying ten year old, Genos finally put into ten exact words what he wanted from Saitama.  

-  Please, teach me how to become strong like you, sensei. –

“That’s it, I said it, please don’t say no, please don’t say no.”

-  Hmmmm. – Saitama seemed to deeply think her answer – Genos. – she opened her eyes and looked at him.

-  Yes, ma’am! –

-  How old are you? –

-  I am nineteen, ma’am! –

-  So young… I’m sure you will surpass me in no time then. –

-  Really?! –

-  You see, Genos, I’m twenty five, but I was twenty two when I started training three years ago. –

“Is she for real?!”

-  I don’t mind teaching you, Genos but… I’m not gonna lie to you, it’s gonna be tough. Are you ready to take it on? –

The seriousness in her voice, in her eyes, the sharp angles of her face, everything about that question screamed “ARE YOU READY?!”, challenging his resolve.

-  Yes, ma’am! –

And then he sensed them approaching.

The house of evolution.

That was a very eye opening day for Genos, that day he understood that there still are certain things that not even science can explain, no matter how common they seem.

This woman… this average looking bald woman surpassed all the human limitations by sheer will power and a ridiculous excercise routine.

-   …You guys messing around with evolution and the new human race and all that jazz will never make it far, the true power, our true power as human beings, is that we can change our selves on our own! – finished Saitama her speech.

*silence*

*silence*

*silence*

“Are you shitting me?!” Thought Genos after hearing the ridiculous answer Saitama gave to the Asura Kabuto.

-  STOP BEEN RIDICULOUS!! – exploded Genos making Saitama jump in her place – THAT’S JUST A STANDARD STRENGTH TRAINING! IT’S NOT EVEN HARD!! I TOLD YOU I NEDD TO GET MORE POWERFUL!! I DID NOT BECAME YOUR DISCIPLE TO HEAR SUCH NONSENSE!!! –

Saitama’s face deflated after hearing Genos rampage, it was obvious that he would not believe her… shit, not even she could believe it but…

-  Genos… - Saitama called him, her serious face becoming and egg once again, the sad light in her eyes stoping Genos’s rage – That’s all I did… I’m not lying. –

Genos was not sure if he could believe her words, but he certainly could believe her eyes.

“She is not lying.”

She was not.

And the one punch hit that exterminated Asura Kabuto was more prove than enough.

“Well, if not even she understands how her strength came to her… maybe I can find out how and apply it to myself.”

So he decided to stay by her side.

That was the second most (the first one being becoming a cyborg) important decision that would lead the rest of his life.

                                                        ***

Turns out, she really was a very simple average woman (that could obliterate anyone and anything with one single punch), she liked discount sales, discount coupons, read manga, watching the news, cheap or free stuff, and her favorite hoodie was this oversized (yellow colored, again) thing that said “oppai” in big red letters at the front, and yet he found her charming in the most bizarre of ways.

She would make this silly little smile when a good bargain was in her hands, the usual blank stare could get this twinkle when a flyer announcing a new discount sale would land in her hands, her face could get all serious when the hero in her manga got into a pinch… and she was so humble and kind and selfless… How come no one knows about this woman?! How come no one is worshiping her like the heroine she is?! WHY?!

-  Wait… sensei, could it be that… since you are just a hero for hobby… –

“It can’t be, can it?”

-  SENSEI! HAVEN’T YOU REGISTERED IN THE HERO ASSOCIATION?! –

The face that Saitama dedicated to Genos after his explanation about what the association was, was one of pure shock and disbelieving.

-  I had no idea. – she said, the surprise in her face making it even rounder – Wait, Genos, are you registered? –

-  No, why? –

-  Let’s go register our selves! – the silly little smile make its apperance in her face again, apparently this idea excited her – If you register yourself with me, I’ll make you my disciple for real this time! –

-  LET’S GO! –

Funny thing is, the first time Genos spoke to Saitama she was naked, yet he did not paid attention to her body due to the inmense awe he felt at that time (and because it was rude to stare), but when they did the physical part of the association entrance exam he could not tear his optical cameras from the hand like sculped body that was wearing a royal blue sports leotard. All the stats that appeared in his systems surpassed by far all the records… and those legs…and her long neck… and her thing yet firm arms… and her waist looked so frail, but one could see the faint line of her hard rock abs…

-  Genos, why are you naked? – she asked when her gaze landed on his figure.

-  I am not naked, sensei. Even though I’m not wearing clothing I am wearing my chastity plate. –

-  Uh-hu, dude you have officialy advanced from weird to creep. Anyway, you done too? –

-  Yes, Saitama-sensei. –

-  And? How did you do? –

-  Both the written and fitness tests were a walk in the park. –

-   I know, right?! I can’t believe it was so easy! –

-   One needs at least seventy points to pass the written part, but the fitness test is the one that really matters, so it shouldn’t pose a problem. –

When the results were given to them, Genos was not suprised to find out he was in the S-class, the strongest among the hero ranks but, if he was in the S-class, where could they place his sensei? Is there a God-class? Wait, what if they make a whole new class just for her?! That wouldn’t be surprising tho.

-  I-I… I ba-barely passed the wri-written part with a se-seventy one… I’m in C-class. –

“WHY?!”

                                                            *** 

-  Genos, are you sure about this? – Saitama questioned him when they arrived to a desolated place.

-  Yes, sensei. Thank you very much for accepting my unreasonable request. –

-  Yeah, well… I did promise I’d make you my disciple for real this time, but remember, this is just a sparring. It’s not like we are actually gonna fight, got it? – explained Saitama while taking her place some meters away from Genos.

“But that is exactly what I had in mind, sensei… I will attack you with all I have to make you fight back seriously too.”

But nothing made her be serious. His cannon blasts a mere breeze for her. His punches and kicks equals to the touch of a fly for her. His speed just like slow motion in her eyes. She was playing with him, he became the toy of this child like goddess whose eyes sparkled amusingly at the sight of his laser lights, and that made him feel so angry, he put more, and more, and more power into his attacks but nothing seemed to make her take him seriously.

Or so he thought.

It was just the fraction of a second, shorter than a blink… but it felt like if the time froze.

Death was staring right at him… powerful and cold… unstoppable.

He felt like the ant facing the gigantic thump that was about to squash it into nothingness… and then a flick to his forehead, as light as cardboard and as quick as a the tip of a whip… and then that was it.

And there was Saitama, smiling her silly smile and as fresh as a fucking lettuce.

-  I’m hungry. time for lunch, Genos! Let’s go eat udon! –

“Wha…t?”

-  S-Sure… let’s go. – he mumbled.

He saw her retreating back for a second before turning his head and look at the damage, just then he understood…

A huge scratch like hole cut through the rock and beyond for what seemed to be kilometers, like if a giant nail scraped a piece of fabric.

“It doesn’t matter what I do… I can’t see myself coming even close to be as strong as sensei.”

-  Hey, what’s wrong? Don’t tell me you don’t like udon. –

Her voice brought him back to reality.

-  N-no, sensei. I do like udon. –

-  Good, because this place got one of the best I’ve tasted. –

The udon was good and the restaurant clean, Genos found himself feeling at peace and relaxed… When was the last time he felt like that?

Saitama seemed really impressed by the quantity of udon Genos could eat.

-  Well, you certainly don’t act like a nineteen year old boy but you sure can eat like one. –

Genos found himself smiling to the comment made by the woman.

-  Thank you, sensei. –

And then Amai Mask appeared and the good mood ran away, but when he came back to Saitama (who was waiting for him with a tiny worried frown between her eyes), they said good bye to each other and the next day Genos made the third most important decision that would lead the rest of his life…

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-  Can I live here? – he asked as Saitama looked at him like if finally all sanity has left him.

They were at Saitama’s small apartment, it was almost noon but Saitama was still wearing her pajamas and was reading manga in a very “chill” position.

-   No. - she said while looking flatly at Genos.

-   I’ll pay rent. - he says and then smash a huge stack of money on Saitama’s tea table, right in front of her face.

Saitama looked at the money.

Saitama looked at Genos.

-   I hope you brought your toothbrush. –

“Victory.” He thought, a tiny smile in his face.

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Kinda short. I don’t know, maybe will do a second part.

Tu sei l'amore della mia vita.
Sai cosa significa?
Non importa chi viene dopo
non importa chi viene prima
io lo so, in qualche modo
nessuno mai potrà essere importante quanto te.
Sai cosa significa?
Non importa quanto speciali siano le altre persone
tu sarai sempre la mia preferita.
Tu sei l'amore della mia vita
perché quello che abbiamo vissuto non lo potrò mai rivivere
anche gli addio e i ritorni
anche i pianti
la voglia di andar via, di lasciar perdere tutto
salvo poi restare dietro alla porta ad aspettarti che torni
perché in fondo non volevo nient'altro,
tutti gli abbracci dove ho confuso il mio corpo coi tuoi capelli
tutti i brividi che ancora mi tengo nello stomaco e non posso allontanarli.
Tu sei l'amore della mia vita
non importa chi mi avvicino ad amare,
non importa chi ho vicino
non importa con chi dormo
di che cosa respiro
non importa dove sei e dove sono
dovunque tu sia
dovunque io sia
tu sei l'amore della mia vita
e lo resterai,
sai che significa?
Che sei l'amore che mi ha cambiato la vita
che se non ti avessi mai conosciuto
io adesso non saprei cos'è l'amore
quindi grazie, per esserti fatto trovare
proprio mentre non aspettavo più.
Tu sei l'amore della mia vita
lo sarai sempre
anche lontani,
anche se non saremo insieme.
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Read Part 1 of Series here!

You felt your breath hitch on your throat as you looked at her play with her toys. You bit your lower lip- your lower trembling lip. You refused to let the tears that had welled up in your eyes roll down your cheeks. Not only because you did not want to worry her- she’d occasionally glance at you smiling brightly and going back to playing with her dolls.

But only because you did not want to worry him.

Him.

It sounded so crazy in your mind and even crazier when you got think about it well, but as your eyes looked up and locked with his green ones you just no other choice but to believe him. Because he stood there, in front of you.

It was something you wanted for so long, to get to meet him for real, tell him how even if he didn’t know you that he was so importnant to you and here you had him. Just in front of you.

Only the you didn’t want- Or truthfully a way you did not want to want. You did not want to wish for this yet you had caught yourself doing so many times. Wishing for him. For this. And for her.

And you had.

“Babe?” a rough, not as much as you were used to hearing in the show, voice was heard snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Huh?”

“You ok?” the frown was hard not to notice on his face.

“Wha- uh yeah, yeah I’m fine” your voice was hoarse and clearly laced with unshed tears.

Of course he did not believe you for a second because he did not go back to playing with JJ but only stared at you. So you just decided to smile at him.

“I’m fine, Jensen” his name sounded so foreign in your lips but oh you did want more than anything else to keep sayng it again and again until it felt right, like it should “Don’t worry”

But once again he did not belive anything. He did not say anything, he jus turned to JJ and kissed her forehead. She looked up at him.

“You play for a while on your own, ok princess? Mommy and daddy need to talk a little. We’ll be back soon” he said warmly, ruffling her hair and letting a small giggle she nodded her small head.

“Ok daddy”

It was obvious how she could never say no to him, and quite fairly you never would either.

He got up and you did not need to be told anything, you got upp as well. You followed him as he walked towards the kitchen, but you just could not help but still sneak glances behind you at her. You could hardly take your eyes off her from the second you saw her. She was so much like Jensen yet at the same time you could not help but spot some of your own traits in her. And as you both at just teh same time tucked some stray strands messily behind your ear could only prove to that more.

Your smile you hardly be contained.

“(Y/n)” Jensen sighed, looking at you as you entered the kitchen. You tried to smile but it only fluttered when he just kept a straight face.

“What’s going on?” he whispered “Ever since this morning you just are… off.” he made a face.

“Jensen I-” how could you really expain this?

‘Hey I’m not acting ok because I may actually not be your (Y/n) because I just so happened to wake up in your bed, and although I know you I have no freaking idea what is going on because you’re supposed to be married to another woman but- Hell I’m enjoying this more than I should and I only want to stay here for ever because I actually have feelings for you!’

Yeah did not seem really easy.

“Did I- did I do something?” the hurt and fear in his voice and face made you actually feel guilty.

“I-I ‘m sorry if I- I did something wrong, I didn’t mean it. A-And if this is about me being gone for really long for shooting then- then I’ll tell them to cut down on my scenes a-and you can come there with me too. You won’t have to stay alone for too long. An-and then maybe I could-”

“What?” you breathed out “No, Jensen no!” you said more firmly, effectively cutting him off.

“I don’t-” you sighed, bititng slightly your lip. You hesitated but slowly extended one hand to cup his cheek and luckily he smiled just slightly.

“I don’t nedd you to do anything. I don’t need anything else. I only want you… and her. This family. Just the way it is. Nothing more. This is all I want” you ended up whispering, a small smile on your lips. And without hesitation for the first ime you wrapped your arms around him, just like he did.

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