cw: fantasy au, top forest spirit beomgyu, bottom knight reader, some angst, happy ending?, fluffy smut, riding, bareback, nipple play, breeding.
an: there’s mention of blood and guts but just at the beginning.
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the war of 1000 years was an ongoing conflict between two powerful nations. blood, guts, rusty swords and shields were scattered across the landscape, you could see the destruction caused by it everywhere you looked.
yn was forced to join the army of the white knights, whose purpose was to kill the last ones standing in the battle grounds but little did they know that it was all an ambush made by their rivals. screams and liters of blood filled the ground while a badly injured yn managed to escape. he went deep inside the forest not caring if he gets lost, anything would be better than die by the hands of another evil human. with the remaining strength he has he manages to get closer to a river of fresh water, wanting to drink some of it he crawls, leaving a trail of fresh blood behind him. his fingers mere centimeters away from the running water stopped its movements, yn fainted there. his low breathing indicated he didn’t have much time left, at least he could die in a quiet, peaceful and beautiful landscape…
“AHHHHH” yn woke up screaming and then letting himself fall in what feels like a fluffy cloud, “where am i?” he asks to himself, looking around to what it seems it’s a cozy cabin, with dim lit candles that smell amazing “what’s this place?” he stood up from the bed feeling a stinging pain on the side of his torso, seeing a piece of cloth wrapped around it. “you’re awake” a voice said, coming from another room. yn slowly walks towards there where he finds out a beautiful man with shoulder-length long hair with some highlights to it, wearing a white shirt with his face adorned with a cute blush. he looked so ethereal that yn just stood there with his mouth open “close it or a bug will enter on it” the mysterious man laughs quietly.
“sit there, i made some food”, yn obeyed waiting for the bowl of hot soup the man just prepared, “enjoy” he blurted out while sitting across the table to eat some soup too. “where am i?” yn asked. “my house” he replied, “deep in the forest, no one has ever come near here… except from you” he lifts the spoon towards his mouth while making direct eye contact with yn “you were so injured so i helped you a little”.
“thank you so much” yn thanked, “i thought i would die out there…” he sighed. “that’s what war leaves behind”, the man added. “b-but i didn’t want to” yn quickly replies “i was forced to” sadness and guilt washing over him. “they forced you huh? i’m familiar with that”.
“what do you mean?” yn asked back but the other didn’t answer, “the name’s beomgyu”.
as some way to return the favor yn stayed some days to help beomgyu with some home chores like going to collect some fruits, cutting the woods with an axe that by the way beomgyu could spend hours just looking how yn’s strong arms hold the axe and how the sweat ran down his body ‘so hot’ he thinks.
days turned into weeks and weeks into a month. their relationship went to a friendship to something more serious, the tension was there but none of them wanted to break it until one day, after drinking some fruit wine they got drunk and their emotions came out.
it started with beomgyu’s lips ghosting over yn’s who was desperate to feel the contact, he made the first move, kissing beomgyu with burning passion. he tried to get the dominance but beomgyu took it from him easily. beomgyu swallowed yn’s whimpers, caused by the first playing with his nipples, “it feels so good” he moans “i want more” and beomgyu nodded.
slowly they manage to discard their clothes with their lips still attached to each other “i can’t get enough of this” beomgyu says, “me neither” the other responds.
beomgyu guided yn towards the bed in where they fall and laughed. beomgyu went down while leaving a trail of kisses on yn’s body, every touch from beomgyu feels like a pleasurable burning, something that yn craved and he was getting now. beomgyu puts yn’s shaft on his mouth and sucks it, making sure to not leave a part unsucked. “so good beom” yn whimpers hiding his red face with his forearm. “is this making you feel good?” he asks and yn nods “then tell me if this feels good too” he kissed yn’s balls and buried his tongue on yn’s hole, drawing a surprised grunt from him “shit! it feels amazing” his moans growing louder and constant. after some more sucking beomgyu stand in all fours towering over yn’s quivering body “are you ready?” he asks, saliva smeared around his mouth “yeahh” he says “i want you”.
beomgyu’s shaft slowly opened yn’s walls, “so tight” he grunts, the back and forth movement making yn feel like he was in heaven, in a paradise. yn grabbed beomgyu by the neck and pulled him towards him so they could share another kiss. beomgyu lay down and let yn ride him, his ass wrapping his dick so perfectly, it was like it was made for just him. beomgyu played with his nipples, throwing his head back due to the immense pleasure, it was overwhelming. “if you keep doing that i might come inside you” beomgyu says worriedly in between groans, “then it means i’m doing it the right way” yn cockily replies with a smug smile.
yn hips were moving on his own at this point, he loved the way beomgyu feels inside him, he wants more, it was a pleasure he could not deny to himself. on the other side beomgyu hasn’t feel this way since so long, a mix of emotions clouding his mind. yn moved his hips to met beomgyu’s sloppy thrusts, “please beom i want it in me” yn started to beg and how can one deny that pleasure to such a cute dickrider?. beomgyu hugged him by the waist accelerating his pace, his balls slapping against yn’s ass “fuck yeah” yn smiles, tongue out and eyes rolled back. his dick spurting cum everywhere on the bed and sheets, “it’s my turn now. be ready” few sloppy thrusts later and yn’s gushy hole was filled with thick cum, lots and lots of it filling him up to the brim. “i feel so full” yn tiredly says hugging beomgyu while playing with his long hair. “i haven’t felt this way for so long… thanks yn” beomgyu kisses his forehead and falls asleep too.
war is over finally so yn decides it’s time to go back to his town and let everyone know that he was okay, “wait for me please beom, i’ll be back, i promise”. “it’s ok, i’ll always be here don’t worry” yn said a last goodbye and left but wondering why beomgyu doesn’t live in a town.
everyone that was still alive cheered for yn coming back alive to the town. he then goes to the cemetery to pay a visit to his dead parents, who died because of the war some years ago, a situation that some knight took advantage of to put yn in the white knights rows.in the cemetery was some kind of memorial for the ones who died in the war, yn curiously looked at it when something caught his attention, he felt surprised and sad and ran away.
“beomgyu, beomgyu” he yells when he arrived to the man’s cabin, “what happened?” he said anguished. “you.. you..” he pants unable to form a word. “...so you found it out..” a sad smile creeping over his face, “i was a knight like you before” he starts his explanation “they forced me to join their rows too.. just like you. bastards” tears forming on his and yn’s eyes. “i fought with all my strength but i realized it was pointless, i will die on the battlegrounds anyway” he wipes the single tear that rolled down his face “just like you i escaped towards the forest but the enemies found me and wel” he pauses “they killed me here”. “beom i’m sorry” yn gets closer to him and hugs him, “then are you a ghost?” he curiously asks. “uhm-uhm, so nature force or deity i don’t really know, brought me back to life to guard this forest”. “so this is why you don’t leave in a town”, “that’s right” he laughs trying to put the sad feelings aside, “i’m sorry for not telling you before”, once again yn hugs beomgyu tightly “guess there will be two of us guarding this forest now” he said kissing beomgyu right after, “but what about you yn, you deserve to be happy out there, with people like you” beomgyu worriedly spoke. “i’m happy here, with you. you are my happiness” his dazzling smile making beom’s heart flutter, the blush on his face becoming even redder “you’re so corny” he tries to disguise his shyness, “i know you love it when i’m like that” both laughed while beom hits jokingly the other’s shoulder.
the couple has lived happily since that day, with yn waiting to meet that nature force with the hopes of being turned into a forest spirit and live forever with his loved one.
Fandom: Transfromers (DTOM, or any media reallly)
Pairing: Sentinel Prime x F! Reader
Rating: fluff
Warnings: minor character death, mass destruction mentioned, angst attempt
Let’s just imagine OP didn’t actually kill Sentinel, but instead helped him redeem. And so TFF was never created, because the “threat” of ‘bots turning their back on humanity was non-exsistent now, NEST began to expand worldwide.
And Sentinel was now quite curious about the human race. Sweet little you wanted to help him so-
As the military was now cleaning the remaining trasformium off the streets and making sure no civilian came in contact with the energon lingering everywhere, our famous heros returned to their NEST base in order to avoid the press going after them. All grand presses wanted to have a word with the leader, but also with the infamous Sentinel Prime who almost threw the Earth into slavory. Thankfully it was all an act to try and lure Megatron in and use him in order to restore Cybertron. He never intended for Autobots to get hurt, especially Ironhide... he thought it was a stun gun, and not his fussion rust gun.
The writhing of machinery around the base was an all-too present sound in the facility, the booming voice of Ratchet calling everyone to their destined repair bays was echoing in the main area. All but one went to get fixed. And this got you confused. Everyone deserved a good rest and new platings since the battle was so uncommancibly hard; so you approached him.
“Hey…”
He just let out a low, gutural sound as he looked in your direction. “Do you need anything, human?” So, back to the Sentinel who didn’t really care about learning people’s names, huh?. Fucking snob- “ “I am not in the mood to be talking to you, flesh” Ok, ouch, that hurt quite a bit. Why was he so mean all the time- oh yeah right, almost evil type shit. Sometimes, the amount of patience and forgiveness that Optimus is giving some of theese people is insane; no one you know would just forgive and forget anything- and almost enslaving a planet is worthy of not forgiving, thank you.
“I just wanted to make sure you are alrigh. You didn’t go to any repair bay…”
“It is none of your concern. As a Cybertronian, I can withstand great damage and still be standing. Of course your insignificant speecies does not understand that. You are too soft.”
“Ok, listen here you fucking asshole-” He really got you angry. But who wouldn’t get angry knowing the stress and loss you experienced, and now this moron was telling you, you don’t actually know what is hard and what not. You wanted to slap him across that stupid face soo much, but of course you couldn’t reach. You were just human after all. So, what did your sweet mind think? That kiccking his leg would actually do something. “I hate you-” And it did nothing. Absolutely nothing. But did you really believed that kicking a 30 meters-tall alien robot would do anything? You were weighting maybe about a 200th of his mass or so. Yet, you had the determination of thousands of little angry sparklings. And even if you managed to reach and slap him across his faceplate, he is made entirely out of metal. Hard metal that almost no utility machine on Earth can cut through it.
“Apologies? I am confused, did I perhaps say something that angered you, human?”
“Yes- Now listen, I heard from Ironhide you’re a racist fuck, but really? Right in my face?! He was so right about you-”
“I do not understand what you mean. Our races are different, of course I will state the differences very plainly.” He slowly crotched down so he could be closer to you, take a better look at you and try to understand why you were so furious at him. In all honesty, Sentinel thought- for a short second- that it was cute when you tried to kick him. He even had to try his mighty lot not to chuckle at that.
“So… you were not mean just for the spite of humanity or-”
“Your kind amuses me. So sensitive and ready to jump at each other’s throats if one says something that you do not like. You all behave like satrved, frozen sparkplugs; and I can tell you you are one that's most reactive to my words only.”
His servo reached for you and extended on the tiled floor, right next to you like he was inviting you in it. Was he trying to mime what you and Optimus did sometimes? Yes, the Autobot leader used so hold you in his servos and walk with you just so he could be closer to you- but you never would have thought that his mentor would try the same thing with you. Now, my dear, who were you to decline such an offer? You looked straight at him, in his soul and cautiously got in his servo. It was rougher than Optimus, battered even. The transformium alloy that covered it had countless scratches and chips. The knuckles of his fingers were a bit rusty and made a weird clicking sound when he moved them.
You haven’t even realised how much you’ve been staring at him, taking in every single detail that you could, like it would help you in case he changed his mind and dropped you. Before you even realised, Sentinel took you outside the base and stopped at the edge of the island-ish structure. “70% watter yet some of it is useless to your kind… How did you survive for so long if what every single human needs most is water, yet you cannot use this type?” Was he trully interested in humanity or was he trying to act nice so that you could “forgive” him. Either way, that would imply Sentinel cares about humans, or at the very least cares about you, as a human. You didn’t even think of the answer before he started to talk again “You know, on Cybertron we always got rid of things we didn’t need so that we can maximise our development and living conditions. I can still remember the life in the Forge before the toxic Red Energon was mined and detonated on Luna I. Oh, what memories”. He was talking as much as an old man, but you didn’t really mind, as long as he wasn’t saying something outrageous- “Your kind should do the same really- you’re stupid for not making teams and working to better everyone’s lifes.” Here it was. Again with the bustarded beliefs. In a way you couldn’t really blame him for them, it was just the way he was programmed most likely. Are Cybertronians programmed? Was this a bustarded comment from you? Or thought…
You tried to think of how a young Sentinel would be like, but you simply couldn’t. It was like he was born old, made to be old. Like that one neighbour you have back at your parent's house that's been there before the house even existed in the first place! And Cybertronians were not so different from humans, you thought: Sentinel was that neighbour. And truth be told, you heard about The Forge, a place where Primus made the first primes and working class autobots. So, there was a slim chance that he built Sentinel Prime to be an older mech, to guide others and piss off humans like you. You heard about it from the others a couple of times, but didn’t really ask more about it, you were human and as far as you could tell, The Forge and The Well o'Allsparks were sacred things to Transformers. Or something very close to sacred.
You just laid in his servo and looked up at him, thinking about nothing in particular, but trying to look as if you were not thinking about him in particular. The both of you stood like that for a hot moment, yet it felt like an eternity. “Hey… old man, why did you want to take me here? And why like this?”
“Seeing Optimus do this I thought it was normal customs with humans.”
“Please say sike.”
“Pardon?”
Oh, so you really did need to talk to him like you would tak to an older man… You couldn’t really help yourself but snicker at the way he sentenced everything. Gosh, he really was trying to mimic Optimus. But why? And why with you? Not to mention that the fact he did not understand slang, yet this idiot downloaded his English language module from the 'World Wide Web'- you felt like getting older just hearing him say it.
“I mean… you really thought that you guys just reandomly pick up humans and walk with them??”
“Yes-”
That was it, you straight up just threw yourself into a laughing fit, leaving the older Autobot to meditate on what he did wrong now.
“I really need to teach you more about humanity, don’t I?” You tried to calm down from your laughing fit, as the elder bot still couldn’t wrap his head around things. “Ok, so right off the bat, we don’t just get picked up by you like we’re an object…”
He nodded, taking a mental note about everything you say: from how standard conversation queues worked, to how not to fall for bad jokes. No Candace, no ligma, no Joe-- you tried, oh how much you tried to make him understand that humans had horribly funny and stupid humour. It was so much easier with Optimus- yet again Sentinel’s production date must’ve been close to the Big Bang at this point, or at least to God's birthday or something.
“Thank you, flesh… this past hours have been entertaining.”
Oh yes, you lost track of thime that bad now. Neither of you had a care in the world about his wounds or the media banging at the facilities main enterance to demand answers. You smiled stupidly to yourself as the thought of you standing next to a convicted criminal that traded Earth (almost traded Earth) for his own planet that wasnt really convicted right now was quite funny.
“Sentinel, I do know a thing or two about your kind from Optimus-”
“Why are you so attached to him…?”
His question completely threw you off your orbit and made you stare into the hurison, not really knowing what to answer him. You always felt a deep connection with the leader of the Autobots- like he was family. Everyone knew not to mess with you because you were ‘boss’s little thing’. People around the base always judged you, thinking that your relationship with him was more than just found family… And now Sentinel was thinking the same. "I know what you are thinking, old man. No, I am not in love with Optimus-- he feels like family."
"I did not ask you of your love interest, fleshling. I have asked what makes you so attached to Optimus. I am intrigued and I want to know what makes you two click so perfectly given you're human and he's not."
At least he did not ship you with the current autobot leader, so that my friend, is a very big win. You tried to explain to him that it's not something gin particular that makes you and the truck-transformer be a good duo, but rather just time made that professional bond feel like fond family to the both of you. Most of the terms you used were almost alien to Sentinel, as he did not learn your language through the 'world wide web' as Optimus would say, but by scanning the first military man he saw and adapting to the language as he speaks. A very stupidly long and hard process that could have been prevented if someone told the old fella what he should've done in reality.
Graces to you, you did not say something stupid or quote (too many) vines. You tried to keep it simple, yet simple it wasn't. Why? Because he hits you next with another un-answerable question.
"If the two of us were to spend time together just as you did with Optimus... would you consider me family as well, flesh?"
"Well, you see... It really depends on more than one thing Sentinel. Time is what was the most obvious. But we can barely even talk to each other because you don't understand me!" You rubbed the back of your neck slightly, feeling a bit bad you couldn't tell him a heartfelt 'yes'. But again, were you going to forgive a war criminal? He let out a soft chuckle, thinking of a way to get himself out of the accused side of this moral trial "It is not my fault you said rizz, human. I barely understand your language as it is, and this slang makes it impossible for me."
Ah... I must explain. At some point during the conversation you told him about Lenox's rizz in general. The man ain't even trying and yet he still smashes hard. And of course, Sentinel didn't knew what the hell rizz was, and you ignoring his inquarry. It was fun, in a way, to mess with the old Prime as you two were speaking. It almost made you forget about the whole situation. Yet, the uncanny feeling you got when he was looking at you, the creaking of his rusting servos and peds, the tone in which he called you flesh. They all were a quick reminder to you that Sentinel Prime hated humans, wanted all of you dead and almost traded your planet for his only 2 and a quarter hours ago. Just a normal Wednesday at NEST I suppose-- "Neither it is mine. You're just old-" "I literally sired Optimus, you think I wouldn't be old?"
Excuse you?! Sentinel was canonically (sorry not sorry) Optimus' father? This was information that not even the great internet mega-archive of past-pressent-future could not hold. You felt your lips tremble up in an awkward smile as you muttered "Lovely". The whole sceene made Sentinel chuckle, his cooling fans kicking in as he moved his servo and squeezed you gently. His knuckles clicked softer now, sign that the metal was slowly growing more accustomed with the age rust around them.
"It is a long and very tragic love story between Stardust and I... oh what a beautiful and smart shuttle-form she was. Her mind was even greater than her looks, and believe me when I tell you, tiny flesh, she was devine. Primus had outdone himself the day he created her and to be honest, I was not even thinking of courting her. I knew she'd maybe go for Zeta or frag- even Minimus, but not I. I was what you told me... an ugly duckling when younger." He looked a bit off to the side to a wall, as if he was imagining her being right here, right now. "So you could imagine the surprise I felt when darling her asked me out on a flight with her, and I said yes... even if I had an energon hoover frame back then- uhh... terrain mining, just to be sure you understand"
"And what happened?"
"I begged Primus to let me scan a second form for her, to impress her. He did not allow it, of course. He kept bullshitting me that she'd love me for who I am and not for my secondary form. And by the stars was he right. She laughed her head off when I told her the truth saying that she knew all along, since fly-mech usually holf their wings out to impress. And the rest is history really"
"You said it was sad..."
Maybe you were stepping on mine terrain, where you shouldn't be. Truth be told, you were sitting on a huge land mine right now; but you were surprised that the prime gently ruffled your hair and pressed the very tip of a digit to your mouth. "And I'll deliver the full story if you want, but not until you tell me why you care so much." "I just found out my best friend's father is holding me in his palm." "Touche, little human..."
He reached out with his other servo and took an energon cube, drinking a long sip from it and sighed. "Everything was going fine: I became Prime together with 12 others, we began to lead Cybertronians as Primus retired into the core of our planet and I made Stardust my Conjux Endura. But beautiful moments never last long, Y/N" He did it, the mother fucker did it- "After we had planed to have sparkling and settle down, I was ready to give my position to the next Prime in training and senator at the time - Shockwave. But he became corrupt, something that I have been to careless to notice..."
There was a huge hint of regret in his voicebox, as if he blamed himself for whatever came next. You rubbed his thumb in a there-there way, to try and comfort him. But how does oene comfort a huge alien robot.
"I was too deep into settling down, and having my femme carry at the time also made me soft and too careless... Shockwave's corruption, Megatron's revolutionary poems and Soundwaves espionage lead to the downfall of all Primes. They hunt us down like animals; and Ratchet helped me and Star back then. He sheltered us into the cargo of the main med bay of the planet. He checked on Star and always made sure she'd be comfy..."
"If Ratchet helped you then, why don't you let him help you again?"
"Because I am ashamed, human. One night, when I was helping Zeta reinforce the borders, Soundwave found Star and snuffled her spark right there and then. Ratchet was in an opperation with another doctor, but dropped everything to try and save her. Nothing could be done, except save our sparkling."
"Optimus-"
"Optimus... I was so angry when I caught word of it, it felt like I teleported there. And I blamed Ratchet for not doing enough to save my conjux, I yelled at him even if I saw how terrified and concerned he was..."
You wanted to hug him, you wanted to tell him that it's no one's fault except the Decepticon's. "And what if I tell you Ratchet doesn't hold a grudge against you anymore?"
"I'd call the bluff... even if it's most apreciated."
You both heard an all familiar autobot laugh full-sparkly. "Move your aft to the bay you old fool. Let's get you patched up. Old Cybeertronians need lovin'too..."
My attempt at angst. I swear I still love macaque, but the story needed to be written!
Also warning, implied sa and tourcher, nothing explicit. Also swearing is in here too
Clink.
Clink.
Delicate ears twitched at the insistent sound. Slowly battered hands slipped over the lotus like appendages, claws digging deep into matted fur in the attempt to drown out the ever increasing noise.
The universe hated him, Macaque was sure of it. He couldn't think of any other reason as to how he had gotten into this current mess. beaten, used and continuously drained of his magic for heaven only knows how long. He had lost track of time after what felt like a week. Sensory overload and never-ending exhaustion definitely didn't help, he was stuck in this new personal hell.
Tired eyes peered through the crystal like floor of his prison to his captor running the factory beneath him. They were some demon king he was unfamiliar with, not all that surprising given his involvement with demon politics had been nonexistent after his revival. growls of frustration sound off his crystal prison, watching as many of the king's minions fused his stolen magic into an array of devices and trinkets, gods only know what for or why.
Why had been one of many questions circling his thoughts when lost interest in the ongoing events outside of his dangling cage. Why him? Why his magic? Why did this king have beef with him? What could he have possibly done to incur all of this…
It would have at least made sense if had done something to piss the guy off, but nothing had come to mind.
The simian's attention wandered over to his reflection in the crystal like walls. He was a mess. Naked as the day he was born, blood and grim stained his matted white fur.
Wait… white fur…
Macaque felt as though his head was made of lead as he raised it up to get a better look at his reflection. Six once vibrant lotus shaped ears, now dull and listless. white fur that had been immaculately cared for once upon a time, was littered with matts, blood, grime and… other fluids macaque didn't want to think about. His fur did nothing to hide the bruising that littered his skin. And finally his dead eye on full display, along with every other shameful scar he possessed.
He looked no different from a starved stray…
His glamors must have failed after he fell asleep… or was it passed out? He wasn't sure anymore.
Wukong would have a field day if he ever saw the state macaque was in. He didn't even want to think of how the sage was going to relentlessly mock the shadow for his many failed attempts at escape.
Not that it wouldn't be deserved… he should have escaped by now. It was just a giant crystal bottle suspended about 40 feet in the air. It should have been simple, easy even. Yet every attempt failed and now… now he was just too tired.
Did Wukong even notice that he was missing?
Would he care?
He looked away from his reflection, lowering his head back down before tightly curling into himself again.
Probably not… Why would the sun care about a worthless moon?
Mk might have noticed…
That thought sparked a sliver of hope in the warrior. Mk was a good kid and often too kind for his own good. He might notice that macaque was missing, maybe even try to look for him…
It was unlikely, but a nice thought at least.
Time dragged as the factory below kept tinkering away, macaque drifted in and out of awareness, the onslaught of noise beating down on his sensitive ears. The nameless demon king had long since wandered off. A good thing in the Monkey's opinion. If he was lucky the brute would be too busy to bother with the exhausted simian.
Clink.
Clink.
On and on the work went, never stopping, never resting, always working, slowly driving the captured warrior out of his mind. How much longer would he have to endure? He just want to sleep, was that too much to ask for,
Clink.
Clank.
Clink.
Ears twitched at the new noise. Someone made a mistake, probably dropping one of the trinkets. Macaque couldn't find the energy to look or care.
Clink.
Clink.
BANG!
The full body flinch set off every angry nerve in the shadow's body. Whoever kicked open the factory doors was an ass and the screams that followed didn't help change macaque's opinion. It was the shouts that drew his attention back to the rest of the world. He knew those voices. With what little strength he had, macaque pushed himself up to get a better look at the chaos beneath him. Hope flooded his system like a drug. They were here… all of them. Wukong, the kid, even the kid's friends.
It was absolute chaos below. Fighting, yelling, machinery being destroyed, magic infused trinkets getting crushed, minions flying in every direction. It was cathartic to watch.
Ears drooped when he was finally able to make out what wukong was shouting in the sea of noise. The hope died just as quickly as in which it was born. Slowly he curled into himself again. He was a fool. A hopeless fool. He should have known it was too good to be true. Hands covered his ears as he tried to drown out the noise long enough to go back to sleep. It was better than waiting for the inevitable…
A large hand wrapped tightly around macaque's neck then yanked him up. The sensation of being dragged through a familiar portal was overshadowed by strong fingers digging into his throat. Blood thundered in his ears as he scrambled to pull the fingers away from his airway. It was proving to be a fruitless effort as black clawed at the edge of his vision.
His stomach lurched as his body was jerked up before being slammed into cold stone. Macaque was pretty sure his head bounced after making contact with the ground. He didn't try to get up. He was tired, dizzy too and the white noise drowned everything out. Black slowly consumed his vision, he didn't fight it. He swore he could hear something as he let go, slipping into that blissful darkness.
For Anon - I do not know if I can angst I am fluff royalty... #18
“I shouldn’t be in love with you.”
Bucky snorts and Clint scowls at the side of his head. No one gets to make fun of Clint’s telenovelas. He may not be exactly clear on what’s going on - there’s a possibility that this guy is his own evil twin, lost at sea twelve years ago and... maybe a pirate? - but the overblown dramatics speak to his soul.
“The fuck does that mean, ‘shouldn’t?’” Bucky says, and Clint doesn’t have to kill him ‘cos he waited for the advert break.
“...is this a generational thing?” Clint asks, confused, and Bucky flails frustratedly in the direction of the TV.
“You love someone or you don’t love them, and when you do you just - deal with it. Right? Put up or shut up.”
“You’re a romantic in your goddamn soul, Barnes,” Clint says, and he wishes that he was anywhere but here, right now. That they were having anything but this conversation. “You don’t think she deserves to know the truth?”
“Maybe she deserves to hear it, but he doesn’t deserve to tell her,” Bucky said, folding his arms across his chest, looking so fucking indignant at the fictional dealings of Rosa and Guillermo that Clint has to look away. “What kind of asshole,” he continues, “introduces doubt like that into someone else’s relationship? It’s as bad as that fuckin’ guy.”
“That guy?”
Bucky makes an emphatic gesture. “With the signs, that guy.”
Right, Clint thinks. Love Actually. He’s always kinda liked it.
“So he should just keep his mouth shut?”
“He should find someone else, none of this ‘shouldn’t love you bullshit’. Give up on her.”
“Yeah,” Clint says, mouth dry. “Not that easy.”
Bucky grins, abruptly distracted, slanting Clint the kind of sidelong look that sticks his tongue to the roof of his mouth. He’s all blue eyes and long dark hair, lookin’ like a romance cover, breaking people’s hearts.
“Why, you sweet on someone, Barton?”
Clint looks at him, at the mischief on his face, at the line of his jaw, at the crook of his shoulder where Steve seems to like burying his face.
“Yeah,” he says, tries real fuckin’ hard for a grin. “But I shouldn’t be.”
How about writing like one of those old wattpad fanfics where you get invited to his private VIP party and he ends up having sex with you and falling in love with you
I’d absolutely love to see your take on one of those fics
Not Your Typical Party
jackson wang x male reader
cw: top jackson, bttm m reader, friends to lovers trope, some fluff sprinkled, some angst sprinkled too (like crying, a bit and comforting), implied kinda drunk jackson during sex but he is conscious, passionate and rough sex at the same time, pet names, fingering, spit as lub, unprotected sex, mating press (kinda obsessed with it later teehee)
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it was friday night and y/n was getting ready to go to THE jackson wang's party, it is well known that he loves to throw wild vip parties in the most luxurious places in the city, so for y/n it was like a goal accomplished being capable of assist to at least one of those. it happened during one of y/n's walks, he accidentally bumped into jackson, his old college friend/crush. "y/n?" says jackson "woah, i almost didn't recognize you without your glasses. how's your life going?" he asked. "hehe, nothing much" answered y/n "just working". "you should take a break, it will do good to you" recommended the man "i'm organizing a party this friday night, come enjoy all the night" he smiled at y/n making him a bit flustered "ah… ye-yeah" he stuttered. "here give me your number" says jackson passing to y/n his phone so he can type his number on it, "done" answered the flustered guy, "ok, see you later pal" he says while waving his hand "ah, put on those glasses you look cute with them" he yells while entering his car.
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"well, let's go" said y/n nervously opening the doors, he thought that his feelings for jackson were gone but no… they're there. he was received by lots of colored neon lights, people drinking, dancing and swimming in the pool, there was a sexy shirtless dj accompanied by lots of girls and a boy sitting who was kinda sad, y/n felt bad for him and was gonna ask him what happened "oh there you are" yelled jackson y/n turned towards the voice meeting a jackson in a robe and long pants, he was shirtless showing his perfect abs "oh h-hey" stuttered y/n "like the view? you're stuttering" mocked and laughed jackson "come here take a drink" y/n did as he said "i'll come later" jackson waves a goodbye and left y/n in a table drinking.
minutes have passes and y/n was getting bored, this definitely wasn't a place for him, all people having fun but not him "i guess it was a bad idea coming here" he says circling the bottle's tip. y/n stands up and went to the bathroom, find jackson to say goodbye and leave.
"oh hey" y/n says to get jackson's attention who was talking to some girls "talk to you later" he says to the girls and went straight to y/n "what happened?" he asks. "nothing" replied y/n touching the back of his neck embarrassed "just wanted to say goodbye i have to go now". "no, please don't go" says the drunk man, grabbing y/n by the hand and dragging him towards a room, jackson's bedroom. "please stay with me" begged jackson starting to kiss y/n who opened his eyes wide in surprise but just let himself go enjoying the delicious and wet kiss "you taste like many liquors" said y/n making jackson smile.
the clothes of both were being discarded one by one with jackson touching every inch of y/n's sexy body "so fucking sexy. and just for me" growled the man on y/n's ear. jackson started to grope y/n's ass and squeeze it very hard "hng" moaned y/n. "yes like that. moan for me pretty" whispered jackson kissing y/n's shoulders and the bottom doing the same with jackson's collarbones.
jackson lifted one of y/n's leg with a hand while fingering him with the other. "please, just put it in already" whimpered y/n wanting to feel jackson inside him "as you wish prince". both lay down in bed and jackson introduced his cock in y/n then leaving it in there without moving so y/n would get used to the sensation. "you don't how much i've craved this. i love you" y/n then realizes what he just said and look directly at jackson's eyes "oh i'm sorry" said y/n embarrassed. "what do you mean?" asked jackson, "it's nothing" y/n was scared, he didn't know how jackson was going to react, he was dumb for saying that in the middle of sex, many mixed emotions made y/n start to cry.
"shush, don't cry pretty boy" whispered jackson "it's ok, don't cry" he says wiping y/n tears and hugged him "it's ok, let it all out" he rubs y/n's back. seeing how he calmed down a bit jackson says "it's ok, you know why?" looking at y/n with loving eyes "i love you too silly" he smiles and kisses y/n who was shocked, his all-life crush just said that he loves him? y/n can't believe it. "and as proof of my love for you i'm gonna make you mine tonight" jackson bit y/n's ear and started to thrust. y/n was happy for what he just heard "fill me with your love then" he says hugging jackson as hard as he can…
in a mating press position jackson was drilling y/n so hard that the bed started to shake "i'm not gonna stop until you're full of my love, i don't care if the bed breaks" the party man assured y/n couldn't say anything just moans and whimpers, feeling jackson reaching his sweet spot with every thrust. he then slip all his cock out leaving just the tip inside y/n's puffy gaping hole and then slammed again, doing the same thing like 10 times again. y/n started to jerk off feeling that sensation in his stomach "i'm gonna cum jackson" drool spilling out of his mouth "cum for me baby" says the top, kissing y/n and playing with his nipples to make him cum fast. "i'm c-cumming" yelled y/n shooting his cum landing on his abdomen and jackson's chest and some on his chin, he then cleans it with his thumb and lick it "so tasty" says jackson. "get ready to get filled" says jackson speeding up his pace, the loud music outside covering the skin slapping sounds "receive all my love and don-don't waste it" he says feeling he is very close "love. love. love. receive. all. my. lovee~" every word accompanied by a hard thrust, cumming finally in the last one and filling y/n's insides with his sperm. "i love you so much prince" says jackson laying at the side of y/n caressing his face, "i love you too" y/n replies…
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it was morning, both already cleaned up and jackson accompanied y/n to the front door passing by drunk people sleeping everywhere in the garden. "ok then, see you later i guess" says y/n shyly waving "wait, hold on" yells jackson making y/n turn around to face him "here let me put them on you" he puts the glasses on y/n and adjusts his hair "you look cute on them" he says once again making y/n flustered "don't say that" y/n pushes jackson's shoulder who just laughed "why don't you wait for me to get ready and i take you in my car?... and i can invite you to have breakfast in a cafeteria i know, food there is delicious. what do you think?" he asks, "sounds good for me. just don't be late" answered y/n.
jackson kissed y/n leaving him surprised "it's a date then" he goes quickly to change clothes and y/n just looks at him with his face red as a tomato "fuck… i blush too easily... damn!" he thinks.
The Devil Is Real, And He's Not A Little Red Man With Horns And A Tail.
Kim Doyoung x Male Reader
cw: angst attempt, doyoung is an asshole, breakup, degrading but not in THAT way lol, doyoung refers to people as toys, he's like a psycho, subtle mention of sex, happy ending for reader.
an: just in case, this is for entertainment purpose only, don't take it so seriously please. none of the events shown here represents kim doyoung in real life.
idk if you anon wanted me to add smut on it, i didn't do it to make it as angsty as possible but if you wanted i'm sorry, also i used a phrase of my fave show and listened to art deco instrumental while writing lol, hope you all enjoy it.
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it was night, a serene breeze caressing y/n's cheeks, the moon shining on him making his teary eyes glow like if galaxies were in there… it all looked perfect… then y/n's boyfriend, kim doyoung, showed up…
"we need to talk y/n" started doyoung
"i know" replied calmly y/n weeping his tears with the back of his hand, "why didn't you tell me before?" continued y/n with a shaky hurt voice.
"why?" he laughed "isn't it obvious y/n? because if i had told you before, the fun would have ended a long time ago, silly" he caressed y/n's hair but he quickly pushed his hand away. "don't touch me. you disgust me" said y/n crying looking at doyoung who just was there… standing… unfazed… just smiling… like a hunter who is about to kill his prey.
"that's not what you said when you were under me, begging me to make you cry. isn't it funny huh?. now that i'm making you cry you don't like it" mocked doyoung doing a sad face.
"you're an idiot you know that? you make me want to throw up" y/n replied "just tell me why me? why did you choose me to be used by you" yelled the heartbroken guy who just discovered he was being used by his supposed boyfriend "i was always there for you, i helped you with your assignments i-". "that's exactly why i chose you dumbo, i needed to pass the semester and you were the perfect one" doyoung laughs "you are so naive damn. i'm proud of me, really proud how i had to endure your annoying clingy ass, how you were always there being so nosy, just the thought of being near you makes me so sick. at least you were good in bed" he said wiping y/n's tears.
"what about me?. didn't you consider my feelings at least once?" asked y/n desperate, waiting for doyoung to say that it's all a joke, a bad one, but a joke. "i'm going to confess that yes i almost thought about that, but i didn't give it any importance haha, i remembered that you are a toy and toys are to be used, they don't have feelings idiot, they're just empty shells waiting for someone that gives them some value" doyoung said with a maniacal face. "you're a fucking psycho" murmured y/n looking at his feet trying to hide his teary eyes.
y/n phone rings, he grabbed the phone to see who was it then he just pressed the red button to keep listening to doyoung. "who was that?" asked doyoung, y/n didn't replied, "bet it was one of those wrong dialed calls, i would say that was someone who cares about you but i don't think so, you're so bland, annoying and pathetic. you're a fucking weeping baby that no one likes" doyoung raised his voice.
y/n fell down to his knees looking at the moon's reflection on the river. "anyways you were a good toy dude" doyoung patted y/n's shoulder "i know some guys who would love to have a toy like you, let me know if you want their numbers silly boy" he kissed y/n's cheek and smiled "it was good 'till it lasted, goodbye" the older waved. y/n turned around to watch him leave and sees how he has a new partner, y/n was just in shock he didn't say anything… he was just there crying, hearing the soothing sound of the water flowing in the river and how it disturbs the moon and stars' reflection.
how such a beautiful and lovely scenery happens to be the witness of a heartbreaking scene between two lovers?
months have passed and y/n is almost recovered of his past relationship with doyoung, he's sitting in the cafeteria looking at that man with his new partner, y/n can't help but fell bad for them, how that man is out there using people at his will but he can't do anything about it because he knows that they will not believe him like they did when he told them what doyoung did to him. "they are willing to lose their dignity and do everything for a pretty face that has no heart. the devil is real, and he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. he can be beautiful. because he's a fallen angel, and he used to be god's favorite" a phrase that it seems to be especifically made for doyoung, thought y/n "he's the empty shell with no value after all".
y/n stands up and just walks away to the university's entrance the breeze caressing his cheeks and hair. y/n is crying, but a happy crying because he overcame that dark past, he feels alive and liberated, of course he's gonna be careful with who he's gonna share his feelings now but he feels good about himself and that's what matters. yellow and brown leaves falling of the yellow/orange trees by the soft autumn breeze, the warm sunlight peeking through the trees' branches. another beautiful scenery this time witnessing a beautiful smile… y/n's beautiful smile…
