#i hope this was okay anon!! i've never written for a male reader before so :(( it might not be

[blarshwritezz]

Hey, could you write me a Yandere JUICY gay enemies to loves story? Male yandere enemy x male reader. For example, yandere is such a tsundere when it comes to his love for the reader and his way of showing his love comes out as insults, bullying, etc. and the reader just so hates Yandere but is unaware how much his mean insults, that sometimes come out as hella flirty and gay, turn on the Yandere or how they get incredibly flustered when reader corners them. Just make it hella obviously gay and perhaps with a one-sided sexual tension from the yanderes perceptive if you write NSFW that is, thanks! (You can ignore this request if you want, it's okay :))

Heck yeah I can! But be warned, I've never written nsfw, so it may be bad- but I'll try just for you, anon!

Yandere Enemy x Reader

M yan x M reader (slight context: y'all in college)

TW - general yandere behavior, NSFW, noncon, slight degration

Another day, another fight between you and Enemy!Yan. The people around you had pretty much become totally numb to your constant bickering.

But to be fair, they wouldn't have to put up with this if he wasn't such a massive prick. You never even did anything! He was the one who kept taunting you.

He shouldn't do that. Nearly every time you retaliate, he ends up fumbling to speak. He's such an idiot, can't take what he dishes out. Absolutely pathetic...

And so here you were. Today's little fight had you pinning him against a wall, trying to keep your voice relatively calm. You caught him taking pictures of you in the damn hall! He was definitely planning to do something with those.

"Don't act so special, I would never ruin my phone with pictures of you!" Lies. He was covering up for the fact that he absolutely was taking pictures of you.

But how could he not? It was your fault you were sexy! You were just infuriating to him. What gave you the right to make him so fucking turned on all the time?!

"Shut up before I make you. Delete those damn pictures." You pressed your body up against him further. You were so close that every breath he took filled his lungs with your scent. You really expected him to not get hard?

Please make him shut up. Please gag him with your cock. Please.

"I don't have pictures of your atrocious face. How thick is your damn skull?" Of course he didn't have pics of your face! Mostly- not from last night at least. He was more focused on your ass other things.

You grabbed his jaw, making him use every fiber of his being to not moan. You gave him a warning, making sure he knew bad things awaited him if you saw some dumbass pictures of you around campus. Oh to know what punishment you would give him...

"You want them gone so damn bad? Delete them yourself!" He wormed his way out from between you and the wall, running off with his phone held above his head.

And of course, you chased after him.

He ran, all the way to his dorm. He threw his phone on his bed, and of course, you went after it. That gave him the perfect chance to lock the door.

You found his phone already unlocked, and when you opened it...

"How do you have all these pictures of m-" He clamped his hand over your mouth before you could finish asking about the photos seemingly taken when you swore you were completely alone in your dorm.

"You're such a fucking tease, you know that?" His other hand slowly slid down your torso, working its way back up from under your shirt. "Always threatening me in ways you know will get me all hot and bothered, then not helping me out. How can you be so mean?"

He pushed you down further on the bed, starting to slowly grind against your thigh. His hand that was under your shirt, gliding over your chest, lowered further and further. All the way to your cock, grasping it through your pants.

You bit his hand as hard as you could, hoping it might help, but the action only elicited a pleasures whimper from him.

"Keep doing that, and make sure to lick it too. You'll need it for what I'm planning."

You squirmed as he lowered your pants and underwear in one swift motion, letting your cock spring free. Embarrassingly enough, you were already hard from all this.

"It's even better up close..."

He could help but give you a hand job. Slow and steady, savoring every second of this. He ran his fingers across each and every vein, keeping his thumb over your tip to stop you from cumming too soon.

Every now and then he'd surprise you; tightening his grip, increasing his speed, stopping for a brief moment just to get right back at it. He was turning you into a whimpering, pathetic mess.

"Fuck, you're so pathetic..." He let go of your mouth in order to hold your thighs apart slightly.

He moved his head between them, taking a nice long lick up your shaft before engulfing you with his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, swirling his tongue around your tip and making you moan.

"Sto- ngh!~ Fuck..."

He chuckled at your attempt to tell him to stop, the sound vibrating around your dick.

You couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed his hair tightly, forcing yourself all the way down his throat as you came.

He eagerly swallowed your load, choking on it before releasing you from his mouth with a wet pop.

"Fuck, you taste damn good..." He groaned, wiping a few drops of your cum from his chin.

He mixed it with his own spit in his hand, using it to lube up his aching member before flipping you on your stomach and thrusting into you suddenly.

He could've cum right then and there just from feeling your tight asshole squeezing around him, but he held back. Well, not enough to keep himself from pounding into you, regardless of how ready you were or how much you wanted it.

His pace was brutal, every thrust seeming harder and harder. The only way he was able to keep (somewhat) silent was by trailing hickeys down your neck and shoulders, holding your head up by your hair.

"Such a good boy...you my bitch now?" Through grunts and moans he whispered in your ear. "This is what you get for being a damn tease. Fuck...yeah, you're my fucking bitch now. My little bitch boy..."

He started jerking you off again as he rearranged your guts, driving you closer to another climax.

"Now be a good whore and cum for me."

Yet again, as if your body just naturally wanted to do what he said, you bust a nut. And with a few more deep thrusts, so did he, painting your insides white.

He didn't pull out of you for a good few minutes, just laying there and holding you, until finally he whispered: "You didn't think I was done, did you?~"

I think this is the longest one I've done so far! I hope it was satisfactory!

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Rough Waters ~ P.P.

A/n: Added a little bit more than what the request asked for. Hope you like it!

Request: “Tasm!peter x male reader, where Pete and reader been having a rough time in their relationship to where Peter asks if reader wants to break up” by anon

Word Count: 1700+

MASTERLIST

"Where have you been?"

Peter frozen, mask in hand as he heard his partner's voice. He turned slowly - like a teenager caught coming home past curfew. He hesitated, analyzing their expression and body language to try to grasp whether they were anxious or angry. What time was it? He was in costume - they knew exactly where he'd been, which meant the problem was something else. Had he forgotten an anniversary or birthday? A performance? Had he stayed out too late and forgotten to message his boyfriend?

There were too many possibilties.

Y/n was especially hard to read tonight, which meant he was even more upset than usual. Peter braced himself. "Out."

That was not the right thing to say. Y/n's face turned a light shade of red as he tried very hard to keep calm and talk slowly. Calmly. "Okay. I'll give you that one." His eyes dropped to Peter's suit and for a second the most visceral rage crossed his face, before he smoothed it out again and met Peter's eyes. "I'm assuming you forgot then."

Peter shrugged, defensive. Always defensive. "I've got a lot going on Y/n, I forget."

"You forget," Y/n scoffed. The words curled from his lips like they were almost laughable, almost offensive. "I know you forget Peter. You forget, a lot."

He swallowed, wringing his mask. He felt cornered and he never responded well when he felt cornered. "What did I forget? Don't just leave it up in the air."

The calm coming from Peter seemed to make Y/n angrier. "No. I'm not going to remember everything for you. And don't you dare-" He rushed as Peter went to argue again, cutting him off before he could. "-start with me about how busy you are. I know you are busy Peter Benjamin." Ooh, middle name. This was very bad then. "If it was something I at least cared about I'd let it slide. I'm more than used to that. But May?"

His words hurt, but nothing knocked the breath out of his lungs like thinking he'd let May down. "What? Y/n you can't hold this from me, what did I forget?"

Y/n scoffed, turning away and heading further into the apartment. He seemed done with the conversation.

Peter wasn't though. He chased his boyfriend, his own anger growing. This wasn't something they could work through together - May was waiting for something from him. Y/n was holding him back from doing something for his aunt. This wasn't a small thing - this was huge. May didn't know Peter was Spider-Man. Had Y/n given him an excuse again? Was she okay? "Y/n-" He reached out, grabbing his boyfriend's arm in a desperate attempt to get him to stop.

Usually Y/n would pull away from him, spin around and start going off. Reprimand him and tell him everything and then they'd argue and after a while maybe cry and then they'd hold each other because it felt like their relationship was falling through their fingers. They did it every time anything went wrong - it was habit. Easy to play out. Every step was expected. Pre-written.

Except Y/n just stopped walking away. He froze, feet together, still looking away from Peter. It was so unexpected, so cold and far away, that it made Peter panic more than he'd ever panicked in their relationship before. He was stiff solid for a beat before he was falling forward, feet tripping to keep up as he made his way around Y/n. The man's eyes were blank. Empty. There was no anger on his face anymore, just... emptiness. He look exhausted.

"Y/n-" Peter began.

"It was May's birthday."

There was a long silence. It went on maybe even too long as Peter's will to fight suddenly left him. It was immediately gone - like a light switch turned off. He had been forgetful recently, scattered and distant. But.. surely he wouldn't forget that. Not something so important. He'd always rushed to keep himself busy. Work, Spider-Man, relationship. Or... arguing. Fighting. Had that really been every part of his life recently? Sure he did other things -

But, no. He couldn't think of a single other thing he'd done. Sleep, eat, shower, brush teeth, work, Spider-Man, come home and argue. When had arguing become part of the routine? When had the days started to blend together, every single one identical to the last? How had so much time passed without him even realizing it?

How long had they been like this?

He looked at Y/n, a horrible feeling sinking in his skin, settling in his rib cage. An ache. "We're not working anymore, are we?" He knew why Y/n didn't fight this time. Why he'd given up. There was nothing to fight for. Not when all they did was argue.

Y/n didn't even sigh, or shrug. He just sat on the bed. No hands through his hair. He didn't seem angry of frustrated or even sad. Just tired. It was more of an answer than he could have ever given with words. "We haven't worked for a very long time, Peter."

Peter sat on the other side of the bed, mask still in his hands, dangling between his legs. They sat like that for a very long time, backs to each other. It seemed silly, but he had to ask it out loud. "Do you want to break up?" His voice sounded heavy, hollow. It didn't even shock him. He realized it still hurt... but he'd seen this coming for a long time. That was why he was avoiding it, after all. He didn't want to address it. He had always been one to bury his head and pretend nothing was wrong.

This time Y/n did sigh. "Yeah." No argument. No fight. Just one, single word. It was so final, Peter didn't say anything else. He didn't even look up as the weight on the bed lifted and a few sounds here and there began to be made. A zipper, drawers opening and closing, a few doors opening and closing. Until - "You were worth it. In the end. I'm glad we got the time we did." A pause and then, "Peter?" When he didn't say anything, Y/n went silent. Then the bedroom door closed, and the apartment door opened, and then closed again.

The rest of the night was silent.

-

The daycare was loud. Peter was only here because May had asked him for a favor. Her neighbor had been caught up with something and needed someone to pick up her son. The first time had been a few months ago, and he had volunteered to pick the kid up for her as often as he could since then. It helped her out and... and...

Y/n was helping Michael - the child Peter was supposed to pick up - with his jacket. Y/n had kneeled down, and was laughing at some story Michael was telling. He looked breathtaking. All the weight from his shoulders gone, seeming to have slept very well. Brighter than before. He looked up when Peter approached, and not a lick of recognition was in his eyes. Peter thought back to the other world, with the two other Peters and the villains they'd fought together. The spell that would send everyone home and make everyone forget about Peter Parker.

Everyone.

He swallowed, forcing himself to collect himself. Y/n's eyes light up in the way they always did when he was looking at something he found wonderful. Or someone attractive. They'd seen each other from a distance so often. Y/n was usually busy with one of the other kids who favored him, a little girl with green eyes that always begged him to help her get her shoes on. Today she was with one of the other teachers though. Peter tried to dismiss the thought that Y/n might have arranged this on purpose.

"Hey little dude," he greeted Michael first, grinning as the toddler waddled up to him, hands reaching up. Peter scooped him up. Michael launched into a story about play time where they'd pretended to be Spider-Man. Peter felt his heart warm. He'd only been back from the other world for a year - and undoing his tarnished reputation had been hard work. But some people saw the old Spider-Man, and they were slowly opening up to him again. Glad to see him doing better. Some people didn't - but some people never would have in the first place, so he didn't hold it against himself too harshly.

In the middle of the story, Y/n chuckled. "Right?" Michael asked the teacher, as if remembering he was there for the first time. "You got the bad guy!"

Y/n blushed. The way Michael had been telling the story, Peter had assumed the boy had been playing Spider-Man. But, in that moment, it clicked that Y/n had been playing the hero, leaving the mischievous villain to the youth. "Spider-Man always gets the bad guy. That's what heroes do." Peter's breath caught. he hadn't heard Y/n call him a hero in a very long time. His unknowing ex looked over, suddenly sheepish "Sorry, I know- um- not a lot of people approve of Spider-Man. I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay," Peter was quick to reassure. "His mom is a fan of Spider-Man. But even if she wasn't, I wouldn't rat you out." He winked, as if they were conspirators, and he watched Y/n's face turn red. It was so easy to pick up on all their little hints and expressions - they were still so familiar to him. He hadn't forgotten a single detail of them, even after all this time. He had gone to another world, cleaned up his act, and even started therapy.

Maybe a second chance wouldn't be too out of the question. He could do it better this time.

"A trust worthy guy," Y/n mused. "Does he keep his promises?"

Peter thought on it. Y/n had said something similar the first time he had flirted with Peter too. He'd follow it up with, 'maybe you can promise me dinner then?' or something. But it was a real question - one Peter hadn't taken seriously enough the first time it was asked. "I try to."

Y/n's face light up with a smile. "Maybe you could promise we a coffee and if you succeed keeping that one, we can make a few more after that."

It was better than last time, so quickly on a better foot already. Peter smiled. "Yeah. I'd love that."

Y/n had been right the night he'd left. Peter was glad they'd met, and their love was worth all of the mess they'd gone through to experience it. This time, Peter would try harder though. This time it would work. He was sure of it.

-

Male Readers: @ravenpuff-oli @sortzz @fadedver

[noemilivv]

HI IT'S 👾 anddd idk if you wanna write this rn (so get to it whenever you want) but I just wanna say... we need more male readers for hh fics but I don't have many ideas 💔 the only one I have right now would be an Adam x m! reader but like Adam is bi in denial (he tries so hard to act straight but I've never met a cisgender bisexual man who doesn't act like him. one of my friends is cis and bi and is literally EXACTLY like him) and I just think it'd be funny :P

- alienon 👾 (get it bc alien anon,,, I'll go now)

OMG ALIENON IS SO CUTE (i’m calling you that now hope that’s okay!!) but i couldn’t agree more this fandom def needs more m!reader fics.

i’ve only written male readers a hand full of times though, and as an afab person who presents femininely most of the time, i’m not amazing at it yet.

this is a really cool concept so i’mma do it!!

Warnings: Swear Words, Homophobia

Bi!Adam x Male!Reader

Romantic Headcanons

Adam is in absolute denial. Him? The first man ever? Having feelings for another man? Impossible.

He had been taught throughout his entire existence that gay love was blasphemous and wrong.

Soon enough, Adam would start following you around and being ass — just like what he did with basically everyone he’s had feelings for before, which surprisingly isn’t many.

Without a doubt, Adam definitely watches those “Top 10 Signs You’re Bisexual!” videos on YouTube, and after watching enough of those he’s like “Shit, I’m fuckin’ gay.”

He knew you were under the queer umbrella, which gave him faith he had a chance, so he would constantly flirt with your ass all the fucking time.

But the one thing he wasn’t expecting was for you to flirt back…

[softguarnere]

Hello 😭 I really love your bofb fanfics and headcanons!! They are really awesome ✨ Also, I wonder if you could write a headcanon with Speirs, Luz, Liebgott, Roe, Welsh and Babe about the male reader being hurted during the battle and how they would react to that 😭😭? If yes, then thank you so, so much <33

Hi Anon! Thank you so much, I'm so glad that you enjoy them 🤗 I don't think I've ever written anything with Harry before, so I hope his turned out okay

Speirs

As an officer, Speirs would probably make a point of not showing favoritism towards you

But that becomes very difficult when he hears that you were wounded on the patrol

His reaction would probably be similar to how he reacted when Grant was shot

Letting the façade slip ever so slightly, the willingness to show a little more emotion in front of his men because someone he cares about was just hurt

When he gets to you, he definitely stays there the entire time, the medics working under his eagle-eyed watch

He's not trying to intimidate them or anything - he's just stressed out and waiting for the chance to talk to you

"You look mad," you note when you're finally alone.

Immediately, Ron's face softens. "Sorry. I've just been worrying about you."

"I know. You're not nearly so callous as everyone makes you out to be." You smile, teasing, even though you've just been hurt - your ability to find a bright side or the humor in a situation is one of the things that Ron admires and loves most about you. "Be careful though, Sparky. If too many people see you caring about me, it might ruin that heartless reputation of yours."

He can't help but laugh. For you, he would do anything, no matter what it did to his reputation

Luz

After what happened to Muck and Penkala, the thought of anyone he cares about getting hurt makes Luz feel sick to his stomach

And when he hears you're wounded? The color just drains from his face because he fears the worst

Luckily, you're not too hurt

(So then why is adrenaline coursing through his veins like he's preparing to run a marathon?)

When you see him come to the aid station, you flash him a smile. He tries, really, to return it, but it comes out as something closer to a grimace

"You come to cheer me up Luz?"

He's more than happy to see that you're okay, but he can't find it in him to crack any sort of joke to make you feel better

Instead, he presses a quick kiss to your temple. "Don't go scaring me like that again."

Liebgott

Okay it's during Bastogne and Liebgott has just gotten back from being Winters' runner for the day

At first when he realizes that you're not in your foxhole, he thinks that you've gone to make the rounds and visit your friends

Only he can't find you anywhere

Finally, Doc Roe tells him that you caught some shrapnel and were taken into the town

He's never seen Joe's eyes so wide, seen him so speechless, seen him scared, even - no one has

He guides Liebgott back into Bastogne so that he can see you

Joe is calm until he reaches the church and sees you, then he's power walking to the cot you sit on and has you in his arms in a second, holding you tight

"Are you okay?" He asks, and when you tell him that you are, he wants to make sure. "Promise?"

"I am. Are you?"

He squeezes your hand. "I am now."

Roe

As the company's medic, he's the first to arrive when he hears someone yell for help

But he feels like his heart stops beating when he realizes that the person who's hurt is you

For a moment he freezes. Spina is by his side, asking, "Do you want me to take this one?"

Somehow, that spurs Gene into action, helping patch you up as quickly as he can

Prepare to have your own personal doctor for the next few days, because he's constantly checking in with you to make sure that you're okay

"I never doubted that I would recover," you joke after the war is over and everyone is more capable of talking about certain events. You offer Gene a smile and a wink. "I mean, how could I not heal with the world's best medic taking care of me?"

No matter how much time passes, it never fails to make him blush

Welsh

No okay but I feel like he would be a lot more calm than everyone expects?

Like, the other officers don't know what he's going to do when he hears the news, but they feel like Harry is going to run off to find you the moment they tell him

He does leave when he hears that you're hurt, but he handles the whole thing very well

He asks the medics very clear questions about your condition, asks you how you feel, etc.

It's not until after the war that you find out why he was so calm

"I didn't want to scare you," he admits. "Because it felt appropriate that only one of us could freak out, and as the wounded man, it was your right."

Luckily, you both remained calm, managing to avoid scaring each other over the incident

But not a day goes by, even after the war, where Harry doesn't breathe a sigh of relief over the fact that you're okay

Babe

Who can blame him, really, for being worried after he's lost so many of his friends in Bastogne?

Babe would rush to your side the minute that he heard you were wounded - and he would remain there until he was perfectly certain that you're okay

He would be asking Doc Roe a hundred questions, trying to make sure that you're okay

Probably wouldn't let you out of his sight for the rest of the war. I mean, he almost lost someone else that he cares about, and he's not about to let that happen

In Austria, you ask him about it. You love him, but you feel bad that he worries for you so much

When the end of the war is announced, you can't help but smile at him. "Well, Babe, all that determination paid off - I made it to the end."

"Yeah," he would laugh. "All thanks to me."

He means it as a joke, but seeing how much he cared about you really made all the difference. You kiss him on the cheek. "All thanks to you," you agree

Thanks for the request, Anon, and I hope you like these! 💕🕊️

[7hyuns]

to be a lover

wong yukhei x male (not really specified) reader

warnings; smut, soft lucas, two switches pretty much 

word count; 5k words  

requested; yes!! 

- lucas smut where the reader has a big fat crush on him and thinks he’s into hardcore rough sex but when it comes down to it, he’s actually just really soft and gently and is worried about hurting you. bonus points if it’s for male readers 

a/n; i tried to put less plot into this one so pls let me know whether you prefer this or the layout i did for my mark fic uwu 

You weren’t entirely sure why your heart had begun to pound in your chest from the panic of being just fifteen minutes late to your class. It wasn’t as if you had a perfect track record; you had woken up late and missed the beginning of your classes countless times. Maybe it was the idea of walking into your class dressed like you had just rolled out of bed, maybe it was the lack of coffee in your bloodstream, you didn’t know.

The sound your shoes resounding off the tiled floors was the only sound in the deserted hallways. Your first perception of college was that people would be swarming around constantly, but that didn’t appear to be the case that morning. The closer you got to the door of your classroom, the more you fought with the idea of just turning around and leaving. Skipping one class couldn’t hurt much, but it also wouldn’t do anything to benefit you. What you wanted, more than anything, was to go home and sleep for as long you possibly could. The weight of week was resting ahead of you, even more so with your late start on a bright and early Monday morning.

A deep huff passed your lips as you opened the door, seeing everyone seated and tuned into the lesson already. Small buzzes of annoyance went through you, seeing your usual seat taken by someone else as you scanned the room for another empty option. Upon first glance, there didn’t appear to be any; the classroom packed with more people than seemed normal.

You turned to look over at your professor, eyebrows raising in the hopes that he’d point you in the right direction. He already seemed irritated at your interruption, and now that you were preventing him from continuing his lecture. When he cleared his throat and gestured to the third row of tables, your heart went up into your throat.

The day, you decided, could not get any worse after this hour was done. You dragged yourself down the space separating the rows of tables, avoiding eye contact with everything except your shoes as you sat down in the only vacant seat.

The lecture picked up again; the voice of your professor droning on as people turned their attention back to him. However, your mind swarmed loudly over it, making your hands shake just slightly as you searched through your bag. You mentally counted the items you placed on the table, a regular habit of yours to make sure you had everything. One: your notebook, two: your textbook for this class, and three: your pen. This routine was natural to you, and you counted up the first two items before sighing as you dug further into your bag. You moved every other item in it around; digging past your phone, your keys, your wallet, all in search of the pen that never moved from your bag for longer than the hour long slot of your classes. But it wasn’t there, no matter how much of your stuff that you moved and adjusted, the pen you had every day without fail was gone.

Now, you weren’t a superstitious person, but you couldn’t help but think that there had to be something wrong with today. You didn’t even want to accept the very probable possibility that you had simply misplaced it at some point over last week, you wanted to blame the universe for making the start of a long week so painful.

“Everything okay?” A voice to your right asked, and when you turned you saw him; the very reason you were so nervous about getting this seat. When you admired him during every other lecture, you would stop yourself and wonder if he was half as beautiful up close, and as you sat impossibly close to him, you could confirm that he really was. The soft brown of his eyes stared at you curiously as you looked wide-eyed back at him.

“I just, forgot my pen,” you stuttered back, watching as he smiled and nodded in easy understanding.

You slumped back in your seat when he turned away, feeling both relief and disappointment that the first time you spoke to him had been so…casual. And so short. You went to delve into angsty reflection on this when you felt something tap your arm. You glanced over, half expecting to see a bug of some kind, but instead seeing the boy to your right extending a pen in your direction. You attempted to push back the blush on your cheeks as you accepted it, opening your mouth to thank him before he unintentionally interrupted.

“I’m Lucas, nice to meet you.” He offered you his hand to shake, his eyes not moving from your face while you shyly accepted.

“I’m ___, thanks for the pen.” You turned your head back in the direction of the professor, flipping your notebook open without paying any attention to it. You already knew that the chances of you getting any actual work done in this lecture were slim to none, so you neglected to even look like you were paying attention.

By the time the lecture had come to a close, the excitement of talking to Lucas had dulled slightly. You had spent the hour rationalising it, boiling it down to friendliness and disappointing the part of your brain that wanted to keep daydreaming about it. You packed your stuff up slower than usual, consciously copying Lucas’ speed in the hope of being in his presence longer.

When you had both finished re-packing your stuff for your next class, you sloped out of the classroom closely behind him. He slowed himself down, letting a few people pass him as he fell in beside you.

“What’s your next class?” He asked, watching as you stood up a little straighter.

You knew exactly what your next class was, you had just double-checked your timetable to be sure. But now that Lucas was talking to you, and not losing the eye contact for even a second, you could barely even remember your own name.

His eyebrows quirked upward, making you cough in an attempt to excuse your lack of response. “I have art history.”

A smile broke across his face, “I love art history.”

At this, you let your head drop to the side in confusion, swearing you hadn’t known he took anymore of the same classes as you beside business. “I didn’t know you took art history?”

“Oh, I don’t actually take the class. I just…like it, you know? Art’s nice.” He offered, looking forward to make sure he didn’t walk into anyone.

You laughed softly at this, drawing his attention over to you as a grin broke across his face in response. “Yeah, art’s nice.”

He kept walking along with you, slowing his strides slightly so you wouldn’t fall behind. You noticed after about two minutes of walking that you were entirely leading the way, and he was following you along to your next class.

“So, uh, what’s your next class?” You asked, glancing up at him to see him shifting his view from something down the hall to you.

He hummed in light thought before answering, “I have a…soccer thing next.”

You thought this over for a second, forgetting for a while that the college even offered proper soccer scholarships. When you finally remembered enough about it for you to understand, you felt confusion overtake you again. “Isn’t every gym class in the opposite direction?”

“Yeah, well, you know…” Lucas trailed off for a moment as he adjusted his bag on his shoulder, “you might need something else for your class.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at his switch in behaviour; having gradually developed your crush on him over the months that he’d been in your class, you knew him to be more confident than this. “You already gave me a pen.”

“What if you need a pencil?” He asked, finally re-connecting the earlier eye contact with you.

“They have pencils in the class,” you chided, not letting the butterflies in your stomach let you drop the eye contact with him.

He scoffed lightly, “But do they have rulers, ___?”

You couldn’t bite back your laughter then, watching as his face lit up in an excited smile at the sight. You wanted to huff and roll your eyes at your heart for fluttering over it, but you instead let yourself enjoy the moment. “I have no idea whether they have rulers or not, okay? You win.”

He slipped the strap of his bag down his shoulder, opening it and rooting around before pulling out a ruler. “Well, see, now you’re prepared.”

You hummed in mock confirmation, “Of course, thank you.” He turned to walk back across campus to his class, knowing already that he’d be late. “Wait, Lucas?”

He nodded in response, stopping and turning back to you in the now nearly empty corridors. “Why do you have an extra ruler?”

Lucas laughed loudly as he fixed his bag back onto his back, “I never said that.”

“What if you need a ruler in one of your lessons?” You stressed, already offering it back to him.

He chuckled as he pushed your hand down, shoving you lightly back in the direction of your classroom, “Then I’ll just have to come find you.”

///

The rest of the day passed by slowly, thoughts of Lucas never far from your mind. He hadn’t come to find you for the rest of the day, and you hadn’t even seen a glimpse of him over any of the breaks between classes. You missed him, in a different way than you had before. Before, you missed staring over at him while he focused forward on the lecture, tapping his pen against the table-top. Now, it was as if you missed everything about being in his presence; the sound of his voice, his laughter, the way his constant eye contact made you shift on the balls of your feet in nervousness.

You got back home after your classes finished, your mood having depleted over the day and lack of Lucas’ attention after your first (and only) conversation. Part of you wanted to remind yourself that you were being ridiculous; pining after him after you’d only spoken to him once. But you couldn’t bring yourself to listen, and especially not to care.

You had hidden yourself away in your bedroom shortly after getting home, focusing all of your attention on an assignment that didn’t need to be in for another two weeks. After reaching the comfortable phase of friendship with your roommate, the two of you didn’t bother to announce that you were home formally, and instead moved around one another unless you wanted to talk. You assumed that’s what had happened today, like any other, although you couldn’t be sure; you’d had your headphones in from the moment you’d settled into a comfortable enough position.

The movement of your bedroom door handle jolted you from your stupor, making you look over to see the shorter figure of your roommate shuffling into view. You pulled your headphones out, looking up at him as he walked quickly toward you.

He squinted at you in a more accusatory manner than you were used to as he sat down, making you quirk your eyebrows at him. “Kun? Is something wrong?”

He laughed awkwardly, “Probably not, but…maybe.”

“Well, then, what might be wrong?” You pressed, moving your laptop off of your lap so you could give him your full attention.

Small bursts of anxiety began to move through you as Kun sat down on your bed, remaining silent. “I just,” he paused, “why is Lucas asking me for your number?”

You felt your body relax, the tenseness being replaced with a burst of excitement. “He’s asking for my number? Really?”

Kun tipped his head to the side, “You never mentioned that you met him.”

You shrugged lightly, “Was I supposed to?”

“No, I’m just curious, you know…how well do you know him?” Kun asked, trying not to sound as if he was digging for something.

You felt a strange shiver of anticipation run up your spine, “Not long…why? Is he, like, a total dick or something?”

You hoped he’d say no, because Lucas had seemed like anything but that today. He seemed kind, maybe a little friendly, but nice.

Kun shook his head, “No, I just, didn’t think he was your type, to be honest.” He scratched the back of his neck in an attempt to look less awkward.

You cleared your throat, “What did you think my type was?”

He laughed softly, already heading toward the door, “Maybe just someone more…soft.”

“Soft?” You pushed.

Kun shrugged, “Gentle,” he coughed again, “so, can I give him your number?”

You blushed slightly, shifting in your position, “Yeah, yeah you can give him my number.”

///

Another full day of classes passed by, painfully boring with nothing catching your attention for more than five minutes. You had been thinking of getting to business the whole day, imagining whether or not Lucas would keep the seat beside him free. However, the daydreams of being able to spend another full hour staring at him were washed away the second you walked through the door. You had made sure to turn up a little later than usual, knowing Lucas would have arrived on time as he always did, and if he wanted to see you again; he would keep the seat vacant.

But he wasn’t there. You took the seat beside his, waiting quietly for him to show up, tapping the pen he had given you a day earlier against the desk. That hour was the longest of the day, draining any and all excitement away from you as you waited for it to finish. You were pretty sure that you hadn’t absorbed a single thing from the lecture, your mind completely zoned out of that room, focused instead on everything surrounding Lucas.

You exited the classroom in the large rush of people, making sure to get far enough away from the campus that you didn’t accidentally hit someone as you dug around in your bag. You slipped in your headphones, scrolling through the notifications that you’d got throughout the day. None of them particularly interested you, and you almost scrolled past the text from an unknown number.

[2:06pm] I’m really tired so I’m gonna skip business lol

[2:07pm] Oh my bad it’s Lucas

You bit back the smile beginning to form as you typed out a quick response.

[3:11pm] Hey Lucas, it’s okay, you coming in tomorrow?

[3:11pm] Wasn’t really planning on it, why?

[3:12pm] Business is a little boring without you now lol

[3:12pm] You could always come over if you’re bored?

[3:12pm] Alright, sounds good

[3:12pm] Hey, Lucas?

[3:13pm] Yeah?

[3:13pm] I’m bored

[3:14pm] Block C, room 22 :) see you soon

You stopped just in front of the building with the large lettering of, ‘BLOCK C’ painted on the side. Heaving a deep breath before sighing heavily, you pushed the door to the building open after quickly glancing over the building layout. Lucas’ apartment was the second on the first on the second floor, and seeing it made you pause on the stairwell for a moment. You weren’t sure whether to just go straight for knocking, or if you were supposed to text him first. You finalised on just knocking, seeing if he remembered that you had said you were coming over before getting your hopes up.

The door swung open to reveal Lucas; hair messy and grey sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips. He smiled brightly, pulling the door open wider to invite you in. You took a deep breath in, cringing slightly at how loud it sounded in the hallway you currently occupied with Lucas. A quick glance around the apartment as he walked along, you following cautiously behind him, showed you it was perfectly average. Everything was designed the same as every other one on campus, making you feel a small comfort at the notion of at least knowing your way around. He lead you all the way to his room, pushing the just slightly closed door wide open, pausing and waiting for you to enter fully before shutting the door behind you.

The room around you was messy; not enough to be off-putting but enough to make you feel as though it was right. Lucas had never particularly seemed liked an immensely tidy person in your mind, and it was strange to stand somewhere and feel that confirmed.

“Wanna sit?” He asked, clapping his hands together to catch your attention. You breathed in deeply again, more so now to clear your throat to begin speaking. You couldn’t find any words, however, and opted instead to just nod and laugh breathlessly in response.

Lucas nodded, taking large strides forward and throwing a couple clothing items off his bed to make room for you to sit. You chuckled at his actions, trying to make yourself comfortable in the space as quickly as possible. He walked around the other side of the bed, sitting himself down and glancing over at you quickly, flashing you another large smile. He scratched the back of his neck before focusing on the laptop screen in front of you, hitting the space bar to play whatever movie he was watching before you showed up. His eyes remained attached to the screen, the brown of his eyes looking impossibly softer illuminated by the laptop’s light in front of him. His lips were parted slightly, pouting outwards as he payed full attention to the movie. You couldn’t even imagine being able to take your eyes off of him for a single second; he had your full attention.

“Lucas,” you interrupted the atmosphere, watching as he hummed and glanced over at you. You wanted to say something else, find the words to express the feeling you were beginning to drown in while you admired him. But you couldn’t, your brain felt entirely consumed by the heat radiating from his skin the smaller the space between you got.

He leaned in even closer, your noses practically touching as he stared down at your lips. “Can I, can I kiss you?” He asked quietly, sitting in apprehension before you gave him a quick few nods. The heat around you reached more than its boiling point; his big hands coming to cup your jaw as he brought lips to his, colliding them together messily. It took a small moment for him to set a rhythm, but when he did the moment seemed to become utopian. You closed your eyes, feeling his lips move in faultless time with your own, his hands adjusting to pull you onto his lap.

His movements soon become rougher, and you found yourself pushing your own hips down to meet his as he tightened his grip around you. A small moan bubbled past your lips as he lightly bit down on your lower lip; your mind drifting back to Kun’s words from last night. You smiled lazily against his lips, feeling Lucas copy this action as he pushed you to lay flat on your back. He pulled away for a moment, making a whine tumble past your lips in irritation at the lack of contact, but he just chuckled and moved his laptop from the bed to the floor. Grinning shyly back at you as he placed an arm beside your head to steady himself, body hovering above your own.

He leaned closer, lips skimming above your own as he moved one hand to stroke across your cheekbones. “You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, eyes scanning over your face as your lips turned upwards into a soft smile. The sudden slow in his pace, the sudden gentleness in his touches, made your head spin and your heart race. You pushed your face upwards, connecting your lips with his again. You felt it speed up again, the same roughness returning to Lucas’ actions as you lightly tugged on his hair.

He took your hands into his own, holding them tightly as his lips left your own to travel down your neck. His lips pressed open-mouthed kisses over the exposed skin, pausing only to tug you upwards so he could pull your shirt off. Your hands move to pull on the fabric of his shirt, making him laugh as he moved to pull it over his head.

His lips turned upwards in a smirk as he watched you blush as you stared at him. His composure was broken when you hooked a finger into the loop of his belt, letting him know you wanted his lips on you again. Lucas dropped to his earlier position, lips now travelling at the bare skin of your chest as he again grabbed at your hands. The juxtaposition of how tightly he had clasped your hands together and how rushed his lips were against your skin made your head spin all over again.

Your back arched up slightly, his mouth beginning to leave open-mouthed kisses over your hipbones as his hands tapped at your belt. It took you a moment to centre yourself enough to understand why he hadn’t taken your jeans off yet, his fingers simply tapping against your belt again to catch your attention. You looked down at him, seeing his large eyes glisten as he stared back at you, anticipating your next movement. His hand stayed still, hovering above the buckle on your belt until you nodded, letting him know you were okay with this moving further.

The feeling of your jeans being pulled off was short-lived, and you were left almost-naked in front of Lucas. Your eyes fluttered shut as he began nipping at your hipbones, teeth making sharp indents into the skin as you jutted your hips up. A few moans slipped past your now chapped lips as he pushed your hips back down onto the mattress beneath you.

It went on for nothing more than a minute – a full minute of your mind becoming so clouded you wouldn’t have been able to remember your name if someone asked you right then. Then, it stopped. All feeling of Lucas’ skin against yours came to a complete halt as your eyes opened in confusion. You saw him sat up properly now, mouth spilling out apologies as you quirked your head to the side at him.

“Lucas? What’s wrong?” You asked, sitting up and furrowing your brows at him.

He cupped your face again, “You should’ve told me I was being too rough with you.” He mumbled, pressing a small kiss to your forehead.

You rose your eyebrows at him, “I would have.”

At this, he nodded slowly, but then glanced down again. “I think your hip’s gonna bruise, baby.”

You hummed in response, tangling your hands in his hair again as you shrugged dismissively, “Doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me,” he whispered, dropping his head down to press minuscule kisses to your collarbone.

“If you’re so worried about it, then just, you know, be gentle.” You suggested, tipping your head back and biting down on your lip to suppress the moan in your throat as Lucas continued to pepper kisses along any exposed skin he could find.

He pulled away, just enough to see your face entirely, his eyes displaying nothing but how unsure he was of this moment. You took this as an opportunity to switch your positions, slipping yourself onto his lap as you had done earlier. He gasped faintly, dropping his head to the side to give you more access as you began placing wet kisses to the skin of his jaw. As you moved further down, you left a few small hickies on the tones of his chest, drinking in the way he whimpered serenely. You reached the drawstrings of his sweats, looking up to see him already nodding down at you, verging on desperate as you palmed him over the two layers of fabric.

He was attempting – and succeeding so far, to your slight disappointment – in keeping himself from squirming underneath your ministrations. You pressed fleeting kisses to his covered length, teasing him with hooking your fingers around the top of his underwear and proceeding to do nothing else. He grunted, chewing on his bottom lip so roughly you worried for a small moment that it would break and bleed. Despite his previous collectedness, he was now holding his own hips back from jumping upward at your actions. After he released a particularly heart-fluttering whimper, you gave in, finally pulling his underwear down and leaving him to be observed right in front of you. You pulled far enough away from him so that you could see him completely, feeling your stomach twist at how unforgivably beautiful he still was.

He grunted in annoyance, hand moving to grab at the one you had resting on his hip, tangling them together as he released a string of whines. You were pulled back into the moment by the sound, grinning up at him as you let your lips skim along the skin of his member. His eyes snapped shut again, a furrow finding its way to his brows as he groaned softly. You repeat this a few times, letting your come close to giving him what he wanted but never fully giving in. You hadn’t kept track of how many times you had pressed a barely present kiss to his length before stopping, pulling yourself back and watching his reactions. It didn’t matter; after a while, you could tell he was losing any semblance of composure he had left.

The time between being on your knees between his legs and being underneath him as his lips re-attached themselves to your neck was almost impossible to distinguish.  His hands were still trembling lightly as he tugged your underwear off of you and threw them somewhere else on the floor of his bedroom. Your mind was clouding again; a thing that seemed to happen far too quickly with anything in regards to Lucas. For a second, you were tensed up in apprehension, hands moving back to his hair to stabilise yourself. But again, his movements had stopped, the warmth of his body suddenly disappearing as you huffed. You could almost scream from the desperation building up in you then, a heavy whine of, ‘Lucas?’ passing your lips as he shushed you.

You heard what sounded like a drawer opening before his hands were on you again, returning to your jaw and reconnecting your lips in a shorter kiss. You let your eyes flutter open to see him after he pulled away, smiling over at him as a light blush met his cheeks. He bit down on his lower lip as he leant forward, distracted by you, to press your lips together in another messy kiss. You took the foil packet from his hands, hearing him groan softly by your ear as you ripped it open and slid the condom over his member. He grunted again, reaching for something he’d thrown mindlessly onto the bed. Picking up the bottle of lube and making quick work of setting the both of you up, he hesitated again.

“Lucas,” you said softly, bringing his face up to look at you properly, smiling brightly up at him. “You’re not gonna hurt me, baby, it’s okay.”

He smiled again, basking in your reassurance, “You’ll tell me if I do?”

You hummed and nodded, feeling his lips move back to your throat as he gained the confidence to leave small hickies in his wake. You let yourself bite down on his shoulder as he slid himself inside of you, not wanting to be so loud already. He grunted lowly, setting a slower pace than you would have first expected. It took you a small moment to adjust, but then you felt yourself relax, letting go of any anxieties you had before. You let your mouth fall open, a mix of moans and incoherent whimpers of his name spilling out into the air around you. His hand stayed on your hips, his pace faltering only when he focused in on pulling your lips back onto his.

“Baby,” he grunted, head dropping into the crook of your neck, “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

You let out a subdued gasp, nails digging into the muscled skin of his back, “Me neither, Lucas,” you whined, his name falling past your lips in quick succession as you hit your high. The coil in your stomach released, making you tense up entirely before hearing Lucas follow closely behind, grunts of your name being the only coherent thing he could say.

It took you a few moments to find any kind of clarity as you came down, your muscles protesting when you pictured yourself getting up to redress. Lucas pulled out slowly, careful not to make it too uncomfortable for you, and then moved to tidy himself up. You couldn’t find the energy to move, choosing instead to just lay there and wait for whatever Lucas decided came next.

After a few moments of gathering yourself, you felt something touch your legs. You jolted a little in surprise, looking down to see Lucas – lazily dressed in a black shirt and sweats – pushing a clean pair of underwear up your legs. You smiled tiredly, moving to make it easier for him, feeling the soft touch of one of his shirts being pulled over your head afterwards.

He moved to sit back on his bed, whining childishly when you didn’t move to join him in sitting up. You groaned, pulling yourself upward and slumping back in his outstretched arms. “You can sleep if you want to, baby, I’ll be here when you wake up.” He mumbled, pressing a light kiss to your temple.

You nodded, curling further into his warm touch as he pulled you further onto his lap. A feeling of contentment overcame you as you lay in his arms, listening to him softly hum along to whatever song he’d been listening to recently, feeling your eyes close as fatigue finally closed in on you. He pressed another fleeting kiss to your cheek before whispering, “Can I take you on a proper date after this?” Against your ear.

A soft chuckle past your lips as you kissed his hand, “I’d like that.”

[aphroditelovesu]

yandere platonic artemis with a shy child reader calling her mama like that for the first time? or something like that (fic please :) - 🌓 anon

Summary: After a walk through one of the forests that belonged to Artemis, you finally warm up to her and call her "mommy" for the first time.

TW: yandere themes, obsessive and possessive behavior, manipulation, mention of sickiness, overprotection and reader is a child (between six and ten years old).

A/N: This isn't too long but I hope you like it, anon. Any mistakes I'm sorry, I haven't reviewed it yet (and I probably won't). Normally I try to leave the reader in the neutral gender, but here it ended up being female, but it's not really important to the story, so if you want to switch to a male reader just ignore the female pronouns.

Word Count: 837.

Written by: ~ Lady L 🌸

Artemis walked through the forest smilingly with you by her side. You were walking awkwardly, while holding the hands of the goddess of hunting.

You muttered something under your breath when you ended up stepping on a loose rock, only not falling flat on your face because Artemis caught you before that happened.

''Are you okay, (N/N)? Didn't you get hurt?'' Artemis' questions were asked so quickly that you barely had time to pay attention properly, still a little dizzy. You didn't know why, but you hadn't been feeling well for a few hours, but you were reluctant to tell the goddess, knowing how protective she is over you.

''Yes, I… I'm fine, Artemis.'' (Y/N) looked away from the goddess, as she knew very well that she couldn't lie to her looking into the goddess's dark eyes.

''(Y/N), look at me.'' Artemis rarely used your name, she usually called you by affectionate nicknames. You knew very well that when she spoke your name it was either because you did something or you were about to be reprimanded.

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, but she knew the right thing to do was look at the goddess, she didn't want to piss her off or make her more upset than she clearly already was.

''I don't feel very good...''

''Why? What happened? Are you sick? Did someone hurt you? Tell me (N/N) and I'll make them regret it!'' Artemis asked question after question, making you even more uncomfortable. You still haven't gotten used to the goddess's overprotectiveness, and maybe you never will.

''No… No one hurt me, I've only been sick for a few hours… No need to worry.'' The young girl tried to argue, but she knew it was useless.

Artemis is a very balanced, calm and rational goddess, but all those traits instantly disappear when it comes to you. She becomes paranoid and worried as well as suffocating and her obsessive and protective tendencies will be much stronger.

''What are you feeling? Do you want to come home? If necessary, I can call Apollo. He can help you feel better.''

''No need, Artemis. I'm fine…'' Your calm voice was interrupted as you started coughing a little. Clearly you weren't well and Artemis wasn't going to sit there idly by watching you sick.

''You're obviously not doing well at all, (Y/N)! Come on, we're going to go back to the house and I'm going to call my brother. He will heal you.'' When you opened your mouth to protest, Artemis shot you a sharp look, which made you go quiet immediately. You didn't want to piss her off.

Soon you found yourself lying in your bed, with Apollo taking care of you. Artemis was sitting next to you, gently stroking your hair. Fortunately, you only had a cold and Apollo told his sister that you would be fine soon, much to the goddess' relief. She couldn't bear the thought of losing you.

She knew, very soon she would finally give you ambrosia.

You were slow to wake up from your sleep, but the goddess never left your side. What if you got worse? She couldn't take any chances, so she stayed with you the entire time.

''Mommy…'' Artemis turned her head to you quickly when he heard you speak. She couldn't be listening right, could she? You didn't call her "mommy" at all. She took care of you since you were a baby and yet you never called her that.

But unfortunately for the goddess, you didn't say anything again. Quiet and serene as you slept peacefully.

But the real surprise came when you finally woke up. (Y/N) looked surprised and happy to see Artemis sitting upright on the edge of the bed, she was relieved to see she wasn't alone

''You woke up…'' Artemis sighed in relief, hugging the girl lightly (Y/N). ''I was so worried… Even if it's just a cold, I can't lose you…''

''Did you stay with me the whole time?'' (Y/N) asked, really curious. Artemis nodded at her question. ''Thank you for taking care of me, mommy…''

''Did you just call me Mommy?''

''Err… Yeah? I can't? Oh, I-I'm so sorry!''

''No! You don't need to apologize, (N/N). I just… I didn't expect this, but I'm so happy!'' The goddess laughed. ''You have no idea how happy I feel.''

''I see you as a mother figure, you always took care of me and protected me, so you are my mommy.''

''Yes… I'm your mother, (N/N). Your only mama.''

(Y/N) was crushed in the goddess's embrace. She laughed deliciously as she hugged her back. All this was true, she had learned to love Artemis like a mother. She was the only family she owned that she loved so much. Artemis is the only family the girl knows and it will always be that way. Forever.