#I'm so behind on everything.. and overwhelmed
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ATEEZ comforting you after you have a rough week.
Ot8 x reader
Warnings: hurt/comfort, lots of hugs, reader is overwhelmed in most of these, mentions of exams(scary ik), kinda corny tbh, also not proofread so there might be some mistakes.
A/n: i used most of my braincells 4 this 🫠 yea also this purely depended upon my mood so that's why some of them are just thoughts while the others are full blown conversations. will most likely rewrite this is in the future I think. Also I'm planning on opening taglists so if you want to be included just lmk!! (for ateez or any other group)
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Requested ♡ Ateez masterlist.
"When you feel like you're nowhere, Let it go 'cause I'll be there for you..."
⋆˚࿔ Hongjoong
• whenever things get a little too much, you'd usually suck it up
• it wasn't healthy, you know that yet you couldn't afford to fall back now so you did it anyway
• him, who's very sensitive to your every little changes in mood, of course, noticed it too
• you tend to sort of shut down whenever you get overwhelmed, causing you to get moody and quiet, often leading to minor arguments with him
• but he understands (being prone to overworking himself, he was never too fond of the after effects)
• but that doesn't mean he's not going to do anything about it
• ”you're taking a break.” “But I need to finish this-”
• he cut you off by closing your book, making sure to bookmark it before picking you up from the chair
• ”have you looked at yourself yet? you're about to collapse.”
• you fell silent at that, letting him carry you over to the bed, feeling your irritation dissolve at the stern tone, yet you could pick up on the hint of worry.
• ”but I need to finish it, or else I won't catch up on my work. I'm already behind in-”
• your worried ramblings was silenced by his lips pressing against yours for a brief moment
• ”i vaguely remember someone pulling me out of my studio, by my ear, when I was overworking myself.”
• he muttered, sitting beside you once he put you down on the bed, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear
• ”you should listen to your own advice, you know?”
• you could feel the tears pricking your eyes at his words, making you feel helpless and frustrated
• ”there's just…so much. i don't know if I'll ever finish it…what am I gonna do?”
• you mumbled, your lips trembling as you tried to bite back your sobs
• his expression softened at your words, pulling you into his embrace, stroking your hair
• ”i know. but exhausting yourself is only going to make it harder for you to catch up.”
• ”let's take a break, okay? you need to rest, let your mind calm down first.”
• you felt him pull away from you, his hand wiping your tears away
• ”how about we go for a walk outside? some fresh air would help, i think.”
• you thought for a bit before nodding. you definitely wouldn't be able to get anything done while you were in this state.
• he finally let a small smile break free, standing up, moving to get your shoes for you
“An ice cream could help too, i've heard. and there's a parlour that just opened up, down the street. i think it's fate.”
���˚࿔ Seonghwa
• "are you okay?"
• he asked softly, worry lacing his tone as he watched your sullen figure drop down onto the couch.
• "I'm okay."
• your curt response came out as if it was clockwork, removing your bag before burying your face into the comforter
• you obviously weren't. Well, it'd been like that for a while now
• he sighed before coming over to you on the couch. He knelt down and reached out to take off your shoes which you forgot to
• you tried to sit up, suddenly feeling guilty
• "i got it...-" "Let me."
• you paused before laying back down, feeling a bit nervous at his tone of voice. Was he mad?
• "I'm sorry... it's just lately everything's been going downhill..."
• you mumbled, tears pricking your eyes as you let your emotions of the past week finally weigh you down
• "i c-can't seem to do anything right and...i can't muster up energy for anything...i.."
• you sniffled, waiting for a response. He didn’t reply, instead placing your shoes neatly to the side before standing up and sitting down next to you on the couch.
• "Hwa..."
• a tear rolled down your face as he wrapped his arms around you, resting your head beneath his chin.
• it was incredible how the warmth of his embrace contrasted the gloominess you've been feeling all week.
• "I'm not mad. Why would I be?"
• he spoke quietly, his eyes shutting for a moment, his hand tracing patterns on your back
• "and you know... people don't always have to be okay..."
• "if that were the case then, i think we'd be superhumans..."
• you let out a laugh at his words, feeling your heart lighten slightly
• "i guess..."
• he smiled at the pleasant sound, leaning back slightly to look at you, his hand moving to wipe your tears away.
• "so don't put yourself down, i won't let you."
• he whispered, his expression gentle yet firm before pulling you close again, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
• "I'm still gonna worry though. Because I'm a human, a human who happened to be really really really in love with you."
• you chuckled, feeling exasperated yet so so light hearted
"Well, then...this human loves you too, a lot."
⋆˚࿔ Yunho.
• exams were coming up.
• and with exams came all nighters.
• you knew it wasn't healthy at all but your brain refused to listen to you, conjuring up various 'what ifs' each one, bleak.
• yes, exam seasons usually had you stressed.
• he knew it too.
• don't get him wrong, he knew you'd do well (with you being one of the most hardworking people he knows, there was no doubt about that)
• but he knew you couldn't help it. Despite all the assurances, a small part of you always doubted if your efforts were enough
• and he was worried. Of course, he was but he couldn't push you to take breaks even when he knew you needed it
• because he thought it'd be better to be distant than to have you completely shut him out
• but he wasn't sure anymore.
• even more so when he came upon you staring down at your books with teary eyes. You couldn't take it anymore.
• "I'm just so tired"
• you sobbed, burying your face into his chest. He had carried you to the bed from your desk, despite your protests but now you were glad that he did.
• "i know, love."
• he whispered, his hand rubbing your back soothingly, his heart clenching at the sound of your sobs. How could he have let it get this bad?
• but one thing was sure, he wasn't about to let you go through this alone.
• "Take a break, hm?" "But i...-"
• "No buts."
• he replied firmly, his expression showing his worry
• "Baby, it's admirable, it really is...you work so hard and I'm so proud of you..."
• "but I'm worried."
• he mumbled, his voice soft and low, tightening his hold on you
• your words faltered as you sensed the genuine concern in his voice, a twinge of guilt washing over you.
• "You always seem so tired and i...i can't help but feel frustrated for not being able to do anything..."
• his tone was soft, holding you close as if he feared losing you.
• "i don't want anything to happen to you..."
• you heart clenched at the tone of fear in his voice. you felt him lean back, taking your face into his hands carefully
• ”no matter how important it is, pushing yourself beyond the point of breaking will never do you any good.”
•he whispered, his voice quiet as he stroked your face gently
•you stayed silent for a moment, his words going through your mind. you could feel the toll these last few days had on your body. crashing out wouldn't be far at this point.
•so you nodded, reluctantly agreeing, not wanting to worry him any longer and also because you knew you needed this.
•he smiled, seeing you agree (although reluctant) relief coursing through him finally.
“Good. Now, how about some tea? I'll…let you get back to it after a break and this time, I'll help you.”
⋆˚࿔ Yeosang.
• something was wrong.
• he wasn't used to seeing you so...pensive.
• that slight slumping of your shoulders, the way you zone out mid-convos and the quiet sighs that escapes you whenever you think no one's looking
• no, he definitely noticed. It was so unlike you and...he wasn't sure how to react.
• would you be mad if he were to bring this up?
• or would you pretend like there was
nothing wrong?
• he knows that you value your independence very much, often preferring to deal with things on your own
• he respects that and doesn't push in anyway, not wanting to make you uncomfortable
• but he'd also feel a bit guilty (thought it was never his fault) feeling like he was failing as a boyfriend for just watching from the sidelines while you struggled
• though initially, he'd be a bit hesitant and cautious when approaching the matter
• he wouldn't directly confront you but lets you know that he's there for you
• "I'm here, if you want to talk."
• he'll also try to distract you with other activities, whether if it's like a walk in the park or a simply game
• he'll try his best to keep the atmosphere quiet and positive so you'll be able to relax your mind even if it's just a little
• and when you finally open up to him, he listens.
• he doesn't really respond in between and just lets you rant while listening intently
• and you know he is from the way his hand gently squeezes yours in assurance whenever you come to a pause, letting you know that whatever you were feeling was valid
• he isn't that big on physical affection but won't hesitate to shower you in it if you were to ask
• he's just a green flag over all
"I'll be here if you need me. I'll always be here."
⋆˚࿔ San.
• "come here."
• you hesitantly glanced at him before immediately looking away once you met his eyes. How does he know you so well?
• "choi y/n, come. here."
• he repeated, his tone a bit more firm now, spreading his arms wide and looking at you expectantly
• "what's with the choi?"
• you sighed, half-laughing, but you walked towards him, your emotions bubbling up again.
• "you own my heart, so you might as well take my last name too."
• he said softly with a small smile as you finally stepped into his arms.
• "seriously..."
• you mumbled, your voice breaking towards the end as you pressed your face into his chest, tears starting to flow again
• "there we go..."
• he guided you to the couch before sitting beside you. He wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you into him and gently ran his fingers through your hair, whispering.
• "you did a good job, hm? I'm so proud of you."
• "it doesn't feel like that though..."
• you laughed. his words, though comforting, stung a bit, reminding you of your failures yet again
• he frowned, picking upon on the hint of self depreciation in your tone
• "how dare you say that about the love of my life? Do you have any idea how much they mean to me?"
• he spoke, leaning back slightly to look at you, his hand reaching up to pinch your cheeks
• "what're you on about?"
• you chuckled, avoiding his hand, not knowing whether to be amused or exasperated at his sudden burst out
• "I'm serious, my love's the best, the smartest, the kindest, the most hardworking, the prettiest...the list goes on..."
• he continued, his voice firm as he made you face him, wiping your tears away
• "but you know what i like the most about them?"
• he asked, his expression softening considerably
• "they never give up. no matter how hard it gets, no matter what anyone else says, they never give up, because they know that they can get through it..."
• he stroked your face, his eyes never leaving yours, the genuineness in them halting your breath for a moment
• "I know you can..."
• you felt your heart tighten at his words, feeling a wave of emotion wash over you. You hugged him again, tears forming again.
• "why do you always have to be so nice? I hate you..."
• you sobbed, though there was no real heat behind your words
• he chuckled, rubbing your back soothingly
"It's okay, in return, I have lots of love to give you..."
⋆˚࿔ Mingi.
• he knew that things have been rough for you lately
• while he was worried, he wasn't sure to how to bring it up without making you feel even worse
• so he had hoped you'd come to him first
• though nothing prepared him for the sight of you sobbing into your hands infront of him, when you did
• initially he was at a loss as to what to do (it's that T in him)
• but he could feel his heart breaking as he watched you desperately trying to wipe your tears away which seemed to be flowing endlessly at that moment
• instantly he pulled you into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you so tightly like he wanted to shield you from whatever that was hurting you
• "I'm sorry..."
• you weren't sure what he was apologising for and neither was he
• though he wasn't good with words in this situation, he was there for you
• and he hoped you'd know it too
"don't hold back your tears, just let it all out. I'm here."
⋆˚࿔ Wooyoung
• he’s been walking on eggshells the entire week and he wasn't sure how long he could he take it
• your obvious avoidance of him, the curt texts, (hell, he'd prefer it more if you argued with him than this) it was all getting ridiculous
• so, what was the next step? obviously, confronting you.
• though it wasn't going like how he expected it to go.
• ”I'm sorry, i thought it'd be better to avoid you than to let you get affected too”
• you mumbled, your voice a bit hoarse as you brought your blanket covering you, closer
• your face was red, a sheen of sweat covering your forehead as you supported yourself on the wall.
• these past few weeks had taken a toll on you, worse than you thought and before you knew it, you had a fever.
• ”Affect me-...are you serious?”
• he spoke before he could stop himself. really? that's what you've been worried about?
• “I've been worried sick! you think I'd care about some damn germs?”
• you fell silent, feeling a bit guilty now.
• he huffed as if he was in disbelief. he wanted to say more but paused, his eyes falling on your pale face
• he sighed before stepping in, his hands reaching for your face.
• “you're burning up…”
• he muttered, worry lacing his tone as he supported you, making sure to close the door before leading you to your living room, sitting you down on the couch
• you sniffled, rubbing your nose as you watched him bustle around your apartment
• it was weird, seeing him so serious like this, different from his usual playful self
• and it only made you more guilty for worrying him
• ”I'm sorry…”
• he paused, hearing your words, his movements slowing down as he closed the door to your shelf after retrieving the medicine
• “you know? these past few days, I was wondering whether I did something. I couldn't figure it out.”
• he spoke up, returning to the couch, kneeling infront of you, placing a hand on your lap
• “besides, what if you were in your death bed? of course i need to be here.”
• he added, a small smirk forming on his face
• “Hey!”
• you countered, your eyes wide, hitting his shoulder making him laugh out a small ‘sorry!’, lightening the mood slightly
• “no but seriously, you should've told me you were sick. i would've came running.”
• “you always take care of me when I'm sick. I want to do the same…”
• he muttered, his playfulness dissolving into softness, his hand squeezing yours gently
• you felt your heart melt at his words, warmth coursing through you, the pleasant kind this time.
• “Alright then, can you…make me your special chicken soup?”
• you asked, a hopeful glint in your eyes. you’ve been craving it actually.
• his smile returned even more brightly as he stood up, turning to make his way to your kitchen
“I'll make you the damn best chicken soup you're gonna ever have! You won't even need medicine cause it's gonna heal you up right away.”
⋆˚࿔ Jongho
• he knew you were having a rough week
• considering how moody you've seemed lately and you also didn't talk much
• and you were usually the 'affectionate' one in your relationship so the lack of it made him pause
• he was concerned, obviously, but didn't voice it directly or push you to open up
• he trusted that you'd come to him if there was something
• however, it seems like you finally reached your breaking point
• he regretted not talking to you sooner when he came home to you crying one day
• he immediately engulfs you into his embrace.
• you seemed a bit surprised to see him, not expecting him to come back so early
• and you felt bad to burden him with your emotions, surely he had a lot on his plate as well-
• "stupid, you should be worrying about yourself."
• he mumbled, his voice annoyed yet... concerned, pulling you closer when you tried to move away.
• he won't respond with words when you start to pour your worries out
• but you know he's listening with the gentle but assuring squeezes he gave your hand whenever you come to a pause
• well, it wasn't like he really had to talk when his embrace spoke volumes more than any words ever could.
“Don't feel bad for feeling bad, you don't always have to be okay, it's completely normal.”
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Hi, can i request for a breeding kink with dk pls
Anon you know I had to drop everything I was doing and write this hehe my ult bias anyways enjoy!
You and Dokyeom had spent the day with your extended family, surrounded by children of all ages.
As you watched the kids play and interact with their parents, you couldn't help but feel a pang of longing in your chest.
You glanced over at Dokyeom, noticing the wistful look in his eyes as he watched a couple with a newborn baby.
Dokyeom seemed lost in thought, his gaze fixated on the baby in the couple's arms.
There was a softness in his expression that you had seen before, a vulnerability that he only ever showed around you.
You knew he had always wanted to be a father, and seeing all the children around him today had likely reignited that desire.
After a long day of family activities, you and Dokyeom finally found yourselves alone in the privacy of your bedroom.
As soon as the door was shut behind you, Dokyeom's demeanor changed.
He pressed you against the wall, his hands roaming over your body as he kissed you hungrily.
There was a desperate edge to his touch, a need that had been building all day.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck as he pressed his body against yours.
"You have no idea how badly I need you right now," he growled, his voice low and rough. "Watching those kids today, seeing all the families... it's been driving me crazy."
Dokyeom's usual softness and sweetness had completely disappeared, replaced by a raw, almost animalistic desire.
He spun you around, pressing your chest against the wall as he pushed your hips back against his.
"I can't stop thinking about it," he murmured, his hands roaming over your body as he spoke. "About having a family with you, about filling you up and watching you grow with our child."
Dokyeom practically throws you onto the bed, his movements rough and impatient.
He quickly follows, his hands grabbing your hips and pulling you up onto your knees.
He stands behind you, his body pressing against yours as he runs his hands over your curves.
Dokyeom leans over you, his chest pressed against your back as he whispers in your ear.
"I need to breed you," he growls, his voice low and possessive. "I need to fill you up and make you mine in every way possible. I want to see you round with my child, carrying a piece of me inside you."
Dokyeom's hands are rough and impatient as he pulls up your dress, revealing your bare skin to him.
He doesn't even bother taking off your panties, instead just tearing them away from your body with a sharp, decisive movement.
Dokyeom hastily unbuttons his pants, pushing them down just enough to free his aching erection.
He's too desperate to bother taking them off completely, the need to claim you overwhelming all other thoughts.
He lines himself up with your entrance, his breath hot against your neck as he speaks.
"I'm going to fill you up," he promises, his voice low and guttural. "I'm going to breed you so deeply, so thoroughly, that there's no doubt in your mind that you belong to me."
With one swift thrust, he enters you, his hips slamming against yours as he buries himself to the hilt.
He lets out a deep groan, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he savors the feeling of being inside you.
Dokyeom doesn't waste any time, immediately setting a fast and brutal pace as he starts to thrust into you.
He grips your hips so tightly that it's almost painful, using them as leverage to drive himself deeper and harder with each movement.
As he pounds into you from behind, he reaches up and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back so that your neck is exposed to him.
He leans down, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers dirty things to you.
"You feel so good, baby," he growls. "Your body is so perfect, so tight and hot around me. I can't get enough of you."
He tugs on your hair, forcing you to arch your back even further as he continues to pound into you relentlessly.
"You're mine, all mine," he murmurs, his voice thick with possessiveness. "No one else can have you, no one else can touch you like this. You belong to me, body and soul."
His voice gets louder and more urgent as he continues to speak, his words coming out in ragged gasps between thrusts.
"I want to breed you," he repeats, over and over again like a mantra. "I want to fill you up with my cum, watch it drip out of you, and know that I've claimed you as mine,"
His pace becomes even more frantic, his hips slamming against yours with such force that it's almost bruising.
He's completely lost in the moment, consumed by the need to claim you and fill you with his seed.
"You're going to be so beautiful, round and full with my child," he grunts, his fingers digging into your hips. "I can't wait to see it, to see you carrying my baby inside you."
Dokyeom's usually gentle demeanor has completely transformed, replaced by a fierce, almost animalistic passion.
As he continues to pound into you from behind, he suddenly raises his hand and delivers a sharp slap to your ass.
You let out a surprised gasp, the sting of the impact sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.
Dokyeom notices your reaction, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
He slaps your ass again, harder this time, watching as your body jerks forward from the impact.
"You like that, don't you?" he growls, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You like it when I get rough with you, when I show you just how much I want you."
Dokyeom keeps up the rough treatment, his hands roaming over your body as he continues to pound into you from behind.
He alternates between slaps and squeezes, his touch both rough and possessive.
He leans down, his chest pressed against your back as he whispers in your ear again.
"You're such a good girl for me," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "Taking me so well, letting me do whatever I want to you. You were made for this, made to be mine."
As Dokyeom gets closer to his climax, his usual sweet and gentle personality starts to reappear beneath the rough exterior.
His whimpers and gasps fill the air, his body trembling as he struggles to hold on.
"I'm so close," he pants, his hips stuttering against yours. "Please, baby, I need to cum. I need to fill you up, I need to breed you."
Dokyeom's movements become even more frantic, his thrusts coming faster and harder than ever as he chases his release.
He's completely lost in the sensation, his body taking over as he desperately tries to reach his peak.
"Please, please, please," he chants, his voice broken and needy. "I can't hold on much longer, I need to cum inside you now."
"Then cum," you gasp out, your own body trembling with pleasure. "Fill me up, give me what I need."
Dokyeom's smirk widens at your words, his eyes dark with lust as he takes them as a challenge.
He grabs your hips tightly, pulling you back onto him with each thrust as he tries to get as deep as possible.
"Oh, I'll fill you up alright," he growls, his voice low and feral. "I'll give you so much cum that it'll be dripping out of you for days."
Dokyeom's body tenses, his muscles coiling tightly as he feels his orgasm building.
He lets out a deep, guttural groan, his grip on your hips almost bruising as he buries himself deep inside you.
"I'm coming," he gasps, his voice barely more than a strangled whisper. "Oh god, I'm coming!"
Dokyeom's body shudders as he reaches his peak, his hips jerking against yours as he empties himself inside you.
He lets out a long, low moan, his face contorted in pleasure as he spills his seed deep inside your body.
"Yes, yes, yes," he gasps, his fingers digging into your skin as he rides out his orgasm. "Take it all, take every drop of me."
Dokyeom's body finally goes slack as he finishes, his breathing heavy and ragged as he slumps against you.
He stays inside you for a moment, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
Dokyeom pulls out of you slowly, watching as his cum drips out of your body and onto the floor.
He lets out a low groan, his eyes fixed on the sight as he admires his handiwork.
"Look at that," he murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and possessiveness. "Look at how much I filled you up."
Dokyeom smirks as he takes his fingers and pushes his cum back inside you, not wanting to waste a single drop.
He watches with intense focus as his fingers disappear inside you, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
"Can't let any of it go to waste," he says, his voice low and rough. "You need to keep all of me inside you, to feel it deep within you."
Dokyeom continues to play with you, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you as he works to keep his cum inside your body.
Dokyeom pulls his fingers out of you and leans down, his lips brushing against your ass as he presses gentle kisses to the sensitive skin.
He runs his hands up and down your thighs, his touch soft and tender now that he's finished claiming you.
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psst
if u have time pls do a continuation of the Yandere d-16 and reader but somehow he finds the reader when he’s Megatron and this time HE tops
Yandere!Megatron/Reader [TFO]
tw: ROBOTS sexxx (minors don't read please), possesive behavior, mentions of jealousy, brief violence/threats, biting, word count: ~1,2k additional tags: dom!Megatron, sub!reader, decepticon!reader, idol!reader, cybertronian!reader. a/n: it's not like /megs/ finds reader here but the other way around (ig) hehe.
The news of the sudden death of Sentinel Prime had reached you suddenly. Another ordinary, simple day, as it seemed back then. You were used to living in comfort and coziness, after all, from the moment you were born, you were special. At least, you couldn't help but feel that way in a privileged society.
Now, thinking about it, a feeling of pity and wrongness overwhelms your thoughts. It was no surprise that those who were unlucky enough to be born with t-cog had no choice but to dedicate their entire existence for the greater good of your entire race.
Standing humbly behind the decepticon leader's back, you only gave a silent glance in his direction. How much had he managed to endure? What exactly did he have witnessed that day when he went from an obedient and shy D-16 to...
“Why are you still here?” a deep, gravelly voice suddenly yanked you out of your thoughts.
For a moment, you didn't know what to answer. Was it that important? No, you never noticed him asking the same question to the others.
“To fight alongside you, Megatron,” you quickly replied, your arms kept hidden behind your back, like a well-trained soldier.
A soft, almost inaudible huff escaped from his lips as he shook his helm in mild frustration. He slowly turned around to bore his own red optics into yours. Weren't they orange? You didn't recall.
“That's not what I asked you,” Megatron narrowed his optics, his gaze still as stern. “You know what I'm talking about.”
You tilted your helm down, as if in submission or simply unable to maintain eye contact with him. Either way, an ominous feeling of regret continued to grow inside you, despite how often you tried convincing yourself that it was never your fault.
Funny, isn't it? It seemed like a while ago, here were the two of you right next to each other. His smaller, so small but never fragile frame, was so tender in your servos.
The chassis was completely tarnished in little bruises and scratches, yet it was always a pleasure to gently run your servo over the surface of the silver metal, feeling how the mech beneath you could only bite his fist in a desperate attempt to not make a single sound.
But now, everything seems so different, strange perhaps, but at the same time in its own way familiar. Above you now is a different person; to deny that would be foolish, if not pointless.
The frame is wider, much bigger, than you can remember. The chassis is now peppered with a lot of scars after numerous battles in which you can only feel sorry for every opponent he's faced. All stained in energon, the pink liquid slowly oozing out to smear your own frame. You know it doesn't belong to him.
“Mine, you're all mine,” his servo tightening around your wrists, pinning them both above your helm.
Megatron's heavy breathing made a pleasant shiver run along your spine, and almost instinctively, you pressed your hips against his own.
Everything felt so hot now, so suffocating, that you were barely hanging on to keep from passing out. His chassis only pressed you down further, taking away any chance you had of escaping.
You wish you could tell him so much now. That now, all in his power, you would have never dared to leave him at a moment like this. You would take whatever he would choose to give you, even though he was still inexperienced with controlling his own power.
The thoughts of the past fight gave Megatron no relief. It seemed that the more he focused on the past, the more he wanted to lash out with all of his pent-up anger at you. And you would take it, wouldn't you? You'd always come back and beg for more.
His servo squeezes your thigh, stroking and massaging, then, moves only lower to forcefully spread your legs. Your interface panel was open long ago, presenting him your soaking wet port. Getting off on this as much as he is, what a freaking pathetic duo you both are. That is why you have always been perfect for him, he thinks.
With a rough thrust, Megatron buries his spike inside you to a halt; the way you squeeze around him, writhing in pain and pleasure, is a godlike sight for him. Primus, he should have done that a long, long time ago. If only he wasn't so meek and weak-willed back then, but now he's thankful for it.
He lets out a low, guttural growl as he slams his hips against yours once again, receiving a soft whine. A small, still sensible part of him restrains himself to ruin your body more. That deep-rooted care and desire, genuine love, still makes him act all soft with you. It tells him to leave more kisses, to shower you in that love and care he grew for you for cycles from only observing.
Megatron grits his teeth at the thought. Acting soft and weak already cost him enough suffering in the past. Making the same mistakes again will only show off how little he changed since that day...
He tastes the energon on his glossa, leaving a cold, wet trail of saliva on your neck, only to be followed by a sudden bite, which makes you gasp in surprise.
It was a miracle that no one had entered the room by that time, with none of you trying to hide your gasps and moans from the potential listeners. Perhaps, they already found out; even Starscream, with how often he comes here to complain and grumble about everything, doesn't dare to bother Megatron at the moment of raw need, adrenaline rushing through the whole frame.
Your soft moans are music to Megatron's mind. Every single time you let out his name, breathlessly asking for more, only makes him pepper your neck in wet kisses, more of those bleeding marks forever marking your body. That is how it should be, how it always should have been. You underneath him, so beautiful and perfect, and the most important, this way everyone will know that you are his.
He had grown tired of competing for your attention since when he was a miner. Every day of hard work, daydreaming about you, of you finally noticing him instead of attending another race, with countless of other Iaconians showing their love for you. He would not make any more mistakes.
His, his and only.
“If you ever think of leaving me,” Megatron leans his helm closer to you, burying your face into the crook of your neck. “I will find and kill you with my own servos.”
What you said to him that day never left the mind of the leader of the decepticons. And it seemed that from that moment on, your relationship with each other took on a very different direction.y
Who knew that the threat of your own execution by no one else, but Megatron, would sound so hot to you?
#yandere x reader#transformers x reader#transformers one x reader#megatron x reader#yandere transformers one#yandere transformers x reader#yandere transformers#tw yandere
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Me, just having a moment here...I'm not a fan of Christmas because of it being a lot, so I wrote a little comfort story just to help myself and all of us know Stan would be there if you needed the support. 🫂
Stan Pines x Reader fluff/All ages
Simply Having A Wonderful Christmas With You
It was Christmas day, and it looked like a picture perfect snow outside the windows of the Shack. You woke up to Stan with his arms wrapped around your waist, and his chin nested on the top of your head. You couldn't help but snuggle in deeper to him, and burrow a little in his arms and the blankets.
But your wiggling made him wake up with a snort. "Mornin' babe. Merry Christmas." And you turned your head to give him a kiss on the chin. He still had his eyes closed, but smirked.
"Alright, if ya just wanna stay in bed, we can do that for Christmas instead," he said, nestling his scruffy chin into the back of your neck and hair.
"Merry Christmas handsome," you sighed. "And as much as I would love to spend the day in your arms, everyone is going to be over in a bit. We should get ready."
"Alright, alright...I'll getcha later, babydoll." And he kissed your neck, and you two got dressed for the little party you were having at the Shack.
Everyone came and the party went well. The place was warm and cozy, and everyone was enjoying food, and each other's company. As it was getting dark, you started to feel tired, and realized you forgot your anxiety meds. Realizing that made you start to get nerved up, and feel claustrophobic in the house.
Before you could feel a panic attack come, you excused yourself from Melody and Wendy, stepping out onto the back porch by the old Pitt Cola machine. Snow was falling steady, and calmed you down, reminding you of the snowglobes you used to have as a kid.
Closing your eyes, you took a bunch of huge breaths, and focused on listening to the wind as it lightly blew. It was cold, and soothing at the same time. Then you heard the door behind you open, as Stan stepped out.
"Gettin' overwhelmed hon?" he asked, putting a thick blanket over your shoulders and handing you a hot chocolate.
"A little bit. Just so many conversations going on, the lights are bright, and it was really stuffy," you said, feeling guilty. "Sorry I had to step out."
Stan put his arm around your shoulders, and squeezed. "Ya never need to be sorry for that. No one thought a thing about it. So, drink the hot chocolate, and I'm gonna dim the lights for dinner, and get it calmer in there for ya."
He bent in to give you a kiss, and you giggled as you looked up afterwards, seeing him hold mistletoe over the two of you.
"Thank you handsome, I needed that." And you sipped the hot chocolate as he went back inside to get dinner set.
You drank the hot chocolate, and closed your eyes for a little longer, thankful for the sweet gestures that Stan had done to help you through Christmas. It took everything out of you to get through the holidays, and he was on top of it all: Picking out a tree, decorating with you, finding gifts, wrapping them, baking cookies....Just all of it. He kept you from sinking into a bad rut like years past before you met him.
A final gulp from the cup, and you proceeded into the Shack, and the lights were off, minus the tree in the living room. The warm glow was relaxing and eased your anxious mind. Everyone was at the table, minus Stan, as he was walking over to check on you again.
"Better, sweetheart?"
You looked up at him, and your heart felt full, and loved. "Yeah, I'm much better now, handsome. Thank you for being here for me through all this. This has been one of the nicest Christmas holidays I've had, and I'm excited to celebrate Hanukah with the kids too. I love you so much...And Merry Christmas, my love."
And you tilted up for a kiss, and Stan drew back. "I love you too, and Merry Christmas. Now, let's go celebrate and enjoy it with family."
He took your hand, and you walked in together, and your Christmas was complete.
#stan pines#stanley pines#post about stan#grunkle stan#i love him#gravity falls#christmas#christmas story#writing#fluff#sweet#all ages#comfort#comfort character#stan pines x reader#stan pines x you#merry christmas
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Just want to lay here freezing and listen to the rain alone. Wish I could do that all day today
#can't wait to finish getting out all the packages i can and just.. lay here.#I'm so behind on everything.. and overwhelmed
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girl help
#i am already behind in week 3 and i have assignments due next week and i don't understand a lot of content because i'm behind and AAAAAAAAAA#yeah the second years weren't joking about it being this rough#my academic to do list is over 30 items long (that's it broken down into mini tasks) and i have stuff to do for lingsoc and my job and#housework as well#v overwhelmed rn can't lie and most of october is so stupidly busy for me#don't get me wrong i'm really looking forward to everything and i do enjoy uni deep down#but it took me until week 5 last year to feel this swamped and i've been feeling like this since last week#send academic weapon vibes for this weekend because they are so badly needed#ellis exclaims
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[pulls up a chair w the director of 2015 rsc LLL] wait okay so what do YOU think love's labour's lost is about if you're, like, taking away the play's commentary on race and beauty standards and how that interacts with the wider "frivolity of romance" theme
#i mention the 2015 version bc that's the one i watched but this applies to my bestie (/neg) kenneth branagh As Well#rip guys one of the most interesting parts of the play but like gatekept behind the fact#that LLL is nobody's favorite play and also people keep whitewashing rosaline#love's labour's lost#ws#mm. the whole 'beauteous as ink' line.. 'much in the letters nothing in the praise'..#as in. rosaline agrees with the physical description of herself that berowne describes but not the overwhelming praise of her beauty#and how katherine like. is supposed to have blonde hair and rosy cheeks as opposed to rosaline#and of course that whole tirade where the guys make fun of rosaline for not being fair haired/fair skinned/etc to get back at berowne#there is a SOLID amount of evidence in the text pointing to rosaline being a black woman. like three or four obvious places#and i'm not surprised greg doran picked that up bc his productions are so detail oriented#and he really mines the text for meaning and relevance and everything.#but like he cant be the only person who picked that up.. or at the very least 'read the play and made this connection'#even if you cut all those lines (and i can understand why bc some of them are very very mean spirited)#wouldn't you at least still want to keep with the spirit of the play and not cast her as white ...?#shakespeare didn't have lots of canonically nonwhite characters in his plays.. rosaline is a lead character and the main love interest..#i'm just surprised at the lack of discussion around this. even if it's not as well known or liked as othello or anything
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i will be honest. not feeling so good today.
group feeble weeping in 2 seconds then we get on with the day (resting and caring for ourselves as best we can) <3
#at the stage where i'm like too scrambled to make any decisions which sucks bc i need to make a decision about TOMORROW#Literally truly not even that unwell i am just exhausted and slightly sniffly. i just am too wiped to do any housework and i am coming up#on 8 days of catsitting which is so chill except for the cat allergy and the disabilities. and the ever-growing behind on housework#plus day out the weekend after AND gotta make more of my batch meals and then the next week i'm going to a new hospital#2 hours away with both my parents to meet a new specialist and basically i am just feeling VERY OVERWHELMED. and a bit not well#I am needing a someone to map everything out for me and make a decision on whether i should cancel my appt tomorrow and when i#could rebook it if that's the case and that person has gotta be ME. ALL THE TIME WHADDA HELL#but we stay silly
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*holds up a finger* boy do i wish that was me tho ngl
#texts.#fun fact: the machine behind TSP is literally me going 'oh? you won't pick up my work? fine i'll do it myself'#and then i set out to learn coding and game development and 3d animation and video editing.#it's not so much pettiness but this deep-rooted need to prove that i do not need be beholden to the 'approval' of those in control#of the system.#like goddamn you i CAN and i WILL make something awesome.#this does NOT mean i'm doing EVERYTHING by myself ofc. i'm human and well aware of my own limitations.#i can't teach myself how to draw while splitting my attention in six different directions. i know damn well that is a skill that requires#YEARS of practice.#and the same can be said for stuff such as music composition and the like.#i recognize that in this process i won't necessarily master all of these skills i've set off to learn over the past 10 months#and any real piece of media that is not writing related to TSP will take months if not years to see the light of day#but i've got time. i've got time and an overwhelming desire to see this project come to life.#anyway. big sigh.#does make me feel inadequate whenever other professionals ask about this kind of thing because it's like. sorry. i have nothing to show.#i swear i'm a writer and i swear i got some big stuff lined up#i just have no one to vouch and the ETA is maybe a year or two out.#grumbles in the tags bcs i don't want to be loud about it sue me sldkfjh
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sometimes i'm like i don't have adhd and then the Executive Dysfunction literally starts driving me crazy
#emyrs.txt#slight vent i think. incoming.#just. so so hard to get myself to careeeee i fell behind on week 1 and now there's two more weeks and i've only turned in stuff for week 1.#and the prof has answered zero of my emails. i made an appointment w him and he just did not show up.#spiraling and spiraling and spiraling and all i feel is a block in my head and hands and cold sweat and everything is overwhelming me to th#point of inaction. sitting in a bubble watching my house burn down & all i can make myself do is turn the page of the book i'm reading#need to get actually diagnosed need to be put on something need to be medicated but what if there's nothing wrong w me what if this is just#who i am what if there's no solution or cure or or or. i'm just stuck like this. forever having doctors analyze me for problems i don't hav#<- jesus. you know it's bad when i start quoting other people and start explaining how i feel through weird metaphors and convoluted#comparisons. goodbye.#gonna continue putting this off.
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saw you post 'listen before you go', thought you'd enjoy this:
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#sterechats :)#going through It. and by It let's just say. the worst loss of my life lol#but I don't think anyone wants to hear how I ruined it again#and how badly I miss them#and if they'd give me one more chance I'd be the happiest person in the world#they put up with so much shit I should never have put them through#I can't blame them for leaving I just wish I could show them how much they mean to me#that behind all of my masks and my anger I cared about them more than anything#and I'm just so damn scared of being vulnerable because I've learned vulnerability is weakness#and even though that's wrong and I know it is it's less vulnerable to close myself off and respond with rage#than it is to actually confront my own emotions and realize that I'm not a robot#that I have feelings and they're usually really big and overwhelming for me#and I have to step back and process these things on my own because it's unfair to others#because I can't keep treating my friends like they're responsible for my emotions and at fault for them#because I need to actually communicate my needs instead of assuming people know them#because these same patterns are why I keep losing friends over and over again#and if I don't fix them I'm never going to be able to maintain a friendship#god. if they're ever going to read this I hope they know how much they mean to me#and how deeply and truly sorry I am for everything I've done#and how I never want to hurt them ever again#and I'm crying again. it feels like all I'm ever doing recently is crying#you know that saying 'you don't realize what you have until it's gone'? yeah.#for all the shit I talked I'd do anything to hear them tell me about their f1 drivers again#I miss them so much it's killing me it feels like#I just. I don't think they're coming back#no matter how much I tell myself they just need a few weeks or months#I think I really fucked it up this time and I don't want to admit it to myself#because I don't think I can mentally accept that they're gone forever most likely#I just want to hope that they'll give me that one last chance and I can prove myself#I just want to talk to them again and it hurts so much
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what the everliving fuck? did i do so wrong? i tried difficulty ONE of swarm disaster, says for team lvl 66, i took in 4 80s, and on the second stage kafka pasted my entire party?? (trl phys, qq, dhil, and luocha). i just...that is the literal BEGINNING after the tutorial?? what the fuck? how did i fuck up so *badly*
#i was trying path remembrance and it seemed to be doing fine?#and then everything just fucking blew up in my face?#if i can't get through baby level one how am i supposed to finish one chapter much less 13??#god i hate sim univ shit anyway#i literally said on their survey they have us spending too much time in it#so we get this massive sprawling event that looks overwhelming as fuck and was intimidating me all day#as i read on literally every social media i use people boggling at being party wiped but at least mid-high lvls#not shitty baby level like i just did?#and it's literally jam all the sim universe to the extreme down your throat like you hate sim universe well bend over and take it#am i going to have to lose out on this whole event?#i'm already behind everyone else so badly like i'm so far behind on getting my whole crew to max lvl and shit#but i've been working on relics and on light cones and i took in four of my good people?#i guess i just suck ass that bad goddamn#i love this game but wow idk maybe it's telling me i'm not good enough#sorry just wow my confidence just nosedived to negative digits and i feel discouraged as fuck and a game is supposed to be fun#and this is NOT fun#and i'm going to have to force myself to do it and it's going to take so much time#fuck#i still have to do another regular sim univ for the week too#i hate this T__T i'm never going to finish in a month
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#second half of the semester just started and I'm immediately falling behind and the play is starting to really kick off and theres so much#theres just so much it's starting to feel like I'm drowning in it a little all its too much#I have so much “free time” but I either am forgetting things I need to do or hyperfixating on something just a little too much to pull away#my campus is changing whether I like it or not#my 3D design prof's policies are starting to get to me#(required attendance or you loose points I got a point off my perfect attendance for being 5 minutes late for bad roads#and policies for late work and shitty feedback so I dont know how to get my grade up more)#all of my grades are good for now but#things are piling up#I should be able to do all this no problem#but I'm falling behind on classwork and homework#I'm doing chores so late and days after I shouldve if at all#I don't know why but everything is just starting to go off track all at once#it's not bad right now#but#I'm about to loose my weekends for the next month to the show#everything going on is things I'm enjoying#my classes the show streams and D&D#so it should be okay#but it's not and I'm starting to struggle and i don't know why#I'm getting overwhelmed and I'm more tired and I'm zoning out too much#I just... I don't know#maybe I'm just tired...#vent post#personal vent#vent#to delete#will probably delete this later...#personal post#I need more floortime
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I'm seriously hanging on by a thread right now I might just go drop dead 😭
#work has just been really overwhelming today I'm going to crack#I hate people#I almost broke down in front of the usher manager today because our radio died while we were falling behind becaus3#one of the theatres got out slightly late and set us back for like 45 minutes because everything was gettinf out one on top of the other#on complete opposite ends of the theater#amd it's not a small building guys#and I was already angry because there was a huge spill in a theater earlier I had to get a mop for and it was a pain in the ass#then we started falling behind and when we fall behind I get really stressed so I jad to ask the usher manager for help to catch up when we#were switching radios and even with his help we didn't catch back up until JUST NOW because we're on a 30 minute set break#and I've jusy been stressing and running around the theater and I want to go home and cry and drop dead#I'm so hot and tired and drained amd my legs have been sore for DAYS and this is NOT helping and I hate it here and I qant a real job#like I'm fucking 24 years old this shouldn't be the best I can do but trying to find anything else to get out of here has been IMPOSSIBLE#and I just feel so hopeless and helpless and trapped and miserable#I'm so angry and sad and tired and in pain and miserable all the time now#and it's awful and I hate it I don't wanna be that wah anymlre#I can't even type oh my god#I'm dying#abby's having a crisis
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Your Weekly TV Guide
On Monday you can expect:
2:30 PM: Just Desserts - Villainsona
And Tuesday:
2:30 PM: Star Control II
Wednesday:
2:30 PM: The Sims 2 - SCII
Thursday:
2:30 PM: SCII
Friday:
2:30 PM: Handplates
Saturday:
2:30 PM: The Sims 2 - Handplates
Sunday:
2:30 PM: To the Moon - Rosawatts
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#Weekly TV Guide#Man this week just flew by for me - kinda overwhelming haha#Trying to balance everything has gotten precarious with all these soon-looming self-imposed deadlines! Trying to keep up!#I'm proud of how well I've been doing with it :) It's gotten kinda tricky lately tho haha#I'm managing! Still doodling and making and reading and playing between editing and writing and queueing haha#Speaking of queueing - MusicalBloodDrop and MusicalDrabbles are both back up and running! :D#Quite pleased!#MBD'll be going for another couple weeks but I was so behind on Drabbles that I'm set for a couple months lol#V'also go the Vargas sketchdump planned for next week - pls look forward to it :)#Hopefully this one won't break too badly lol#ANYway lol this week over here!#Lots of Sims 2 and Star Control and SCII-in-TS2 lol#Fun all around <3 I had a lot of fun making and screenshotting all of these hehe#Pretty sure this is also the last of the Handplates stuff for now - at least as far as what I've drawn lately#Never know when or what next haha#Well. I know what I've got coming up Soon hehe ♪
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ugh today is awful and i'm already dreading the next week which is a HOLIDAY AMWHYY AGHHH be nice to me plepalse WHYYYY
#do you know who gave it to you#yeah she gave it to me directly#spilling everything hold on#today i gave a letter 2 my crush (bc i'm part of an event. people pay us a dollar to get an anonymous msg sent) and btw the letter came-#-from a non existent person but likee..... it wasnt even an indirect confession i just wanted to interact with him Once but then#i think i explained it wrongly n he took it as i'm giving it to you because of the vday event instead of i'm part of the vday event#it didnt have my details and i just feel so. embarrassed and eugh his entire class read the thing i think#going up i heard something like and he was behind me so i#OUGHHH EMBARRASSINGGGGG#and i have so many projects and i have one on thursday i need to go to a friend's house for. and i'm travelling on sun or mon its so#i'm just overwhelmed and lazy and i want to stay in be comfy be cozy but alas!!!#⠀mika’s chatroom !⠀
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