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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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pls give me Eddie with a whip and a fuck machine :)

sure thing anon!!

warnings: smut (18+ of course), oral m receiving, hard kink/bdsm, dom/sub dynamic, "master" title, some degradation but a lot more praise kink, hair pulling, come eating, spit kink, impact play and use of a fucking machine (obviously? read the ask lol), a bit of aftercare but not a ton cause she falls asleep lmaooo

see those warnings up there? read them, it's why they're there :)

He tilted his head slightly at you, raising an eyebrow. "You're sure you can handle this?"

You glanced at it again: it wasn't what you thought it would look like. Well, not like you'd spent hours in your room at night pondering the inner workings of a-- for lack of a better term-- fuck machine. But you had thought about it before. A lot, actually, ever since your friend pranked you by replacing one of your favorite movies with a hardcore BDSM tape.

Well, joke's on her. It awakened some things in you. Oops.

That was before you started dating Eddie, but when you first met him, he still thought you were the innocent girl you did your best to appear to be. Eventually, you let him on to how wrong he was; but you tried to start small, little things. Spanking, light choking, you know... easy stuff. For you, at least. You had been afraid that if you told him all of your kinks at once, he would call you everything that you were afraid you'd become-- wrong, filthy, freak-- and not in a sexy degradation kink sort of way.

Over time, you got more comfortable with him, and not just by accident. He'd been supportive and understanding as you started to open up about your kinks and ideas, and perhaps most importantly, he'd been incredibly prepared. Apparently, he wasn't as new to all of this as you were. But, his experience certain had limits, and this was one of them.

He told you not to ask how he got it, so you didn't, but you were curious. There aren't... stores, that sell machines with dildos on the end for this purpose, right? Certainly not in Hawkins... probably still not in Indianapolis. It looked a lot more professional than you would expect if he somehow put it together, but then again, you didn't really know his mechanical abilities. He fixed your car for you once, is fixing a car similar to building a fuck machine?

And then there was the whip. That was actually his idea. He'd spanked you plenty with his hand and a paddle, but the whip was a step up. It wasn't, like, real, it was made for this... it had several leather strips on it, all black of course, and he said that it would sting a lot but not leave too many marks. You didn't mind the marks, but you figured he'd give you plenty of his own tomorrow night.

"Yeah," you finally answered, "I can handle it."

"If you can't, you know the safeword," he reminded you.

"Paladin," you smiled, because of course his safeword was a D&D reference.

"You're gonna need another way to signal me when your mouth is full," he decided, and you were already warm between your legs because oh, my mouth's gonna be full?

"Okay," you nodded.

"Just pinch me on the thigh," he decided, "really hard-- don't be afraid to hurt me or anything. M'pretty tough."

He had you strip down to nothing and kneel on the bed, hands and knees with your legs spread, and you felt quite vulnerable-- in a good way-- with him getting everything set up behind you. You giggled a little when he grabbed your hips and moved you to where he wanted you; he could've just told you to move, of course, but he probably figured out you'd like the manhandling more.

The only thing you liked more than being told what to do was being made to do things. Forced, even; though with Eddie, you were damn near always willing.

"Lean back a bit," he mumbled as he pulled your hips closer to the machine, and you jumped slightly when you felt the tip of the dildo press against you. You were so used to Eddie, and this was nothing like that. It wasn't warm like him-- not cold, thank god, but not hot-- nor as thick, and the foreign-ness was somehow titillating... you knew this machine wouldn't have any mercy on you, because it couldn't. Sure, Eddie didn't always slow down when you asked him to because without the safeword it was just a suggestion, but this was different. Eddie was responsive and, for as dominant as he was, quite gentle in many ways.

This was going to be a much more unforgiving experience, if all went right.

He didn't warn you that he was about to flip it on... he just did, and you nearly jumped before you forced yourself to stay still so the machine could do its job and, well, fuck you. It was slow at first, though still more sudden than you expected, and you shuddered as the dildo pressed into you and then pulled back slowly; the rhythm was steady and easy, and you started breathing deeply as you adjusted to it.

"Does it go any faster?" you asked, and your cheeks warmed as you heard Eddie laugh.

"Yes," he promised, "you're gonna see how fast it goes by the end of the night, I assure you. Just be good and patient for me now, baby."

"Yes, master," you breathed, and you heard his little satisfied hum. That title had been your idea first, a reference to his Dungeon Master status, and for how hesitant he'd been at first, he really got into it when you used it in context for the first time.

You didn't notice that you were starting to lean forward until his hand landed on your shoulder, rings cool on your skin as he held you still. "Gotta let it do its job, sweetheart."

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling slightly self-conscious-- just because you knew that normally, when you were getting fucked like this, he couldn't see your face or get a very good look at you. But now, he was free to circle the bed slowly with a slight smile, admiring how you looked being fucked this way. You met his gaze for a split second before glancing down, and he laughed again.

"Not gonna be shy now, are you, baby? You asked for this," he reminded you. "How does it feel?"

"Feels good, master," you sighed. "Not as good as you..."

He smiled at you gently, standing before you as he lifted your chin with two fingers. Your eyes lingered on the whip in his other hand. "I know, baby," he cooed, "you're so sweet. It's not going to be as good as being fucked by your master... but that's not the point."

You blinked at him, waiting for an explanation, but instead he walked back to stand by your side; you shivered as he lightly dragged the whip up your back, tickling you with the leather. "F-fuck, that feels nice..." you whispered.

"Yeah? How does this feel?"

He struck you hard on the rear with the whip, and you cried out. It was a sharp pain that faded quickly but still left a lingering sting for a moment, an ache already blooming across your skin. "Fuck, master, it feels good!"

"You like that?" he taunted, not even waiting for you to nod before he hit you two more times. "You're so dirty, sweetheart. I can see how wet you're getting from this, you're soaking that dildo, aren't you?"

You nodded as you whimpered. "Y-yes, master."

You didn't see him reach for the machine, but you felt it speed up and heard the slight whirring raise in pitch and volume. Your hands clutched at the sheets beneath you, and the dildo seemed to be going a little deeper now. Just when you were starting to attempt to adjust to the new pace, Eddie struck you with the whip again-- and as he continued, the hits started to move higher up your back. He even hit you once on your arm, which shocked you enough that you lost your balance and dropped your face down into the mattress.

He growled as he pulled you back up by your hair, making you yelp and scramble to try to support your own weight. Of course, that stopped when he kneeled right in front of your face-- instantly, your hands reached for his thighs instead, sliding up to start trying to open his belt quickly.

"So fucking needy," he smiled, though he suddenly got very serious again. "Dirty slut."

Biting your lip to suppress your whine, you kept working on his button and fly until you were able to start weakly tugging his jeans and boxers down. "Can I suck your cock, master, please?" you begged.

"Of course," he cooed, as if he'd never denied you before, but he certainly had. He thought it was amusing to watch you beg for something you couldn't even derive inherent pleasure from... and really, you didn't mind begging. Especially not when the reward was that beautiful cock on your tongue and down your throat.

He was already hard when you gripped his shaft, and you pulled it down a bit to bring the tip right up to your open mouth. You licked up the bead of precum first, hearing him sigh as he loosened his grip on your hair (now that you were balanced on his thighs) and gently rested that hand on the back of your head instead.

"Look up at me, baby, you know the rules," he reminded you, and you quickly blinked up towards him to see his tilted, smiling face. "Good girl."

He pushed your head down, sliding himself further until his tip poked at your throat. You swallowed through the beginning of your gag response, eyes watering as you dutifully took him as deep as you could go. This was much more difficult when you were being distracted by the dildo driving into you; your thighs were clenching and your whole body was starting to shake a bit, plus there were these involuntarily moans coming out... you usually moaned a bit while sucking him off, after all you really enjoyed it, but this was different. Not to mention each thrust kept knocking you forward, keeping you from setting your own rhythm and pushing his cock deeper.

"I always wanted to know how you would suck cock while getting fucked," he admitted, "but I just couldn't let anybody else touch you, sweetheart, my poor heart couldn't take it."

Your own heart twisted to imagine him being just that right amount of possessive. As much fun as it was to imagine, hypothetically, being taken by two men at once, you agreed; you could never let another man have you the way your master does.

"Now, I get to see my baby getting fucked hard like this without having to share," he smiled. "I can tell you like it, sweetheart. Now, be careful-- I'm gonna whip you some more, but I don't wanna feel any teeth on my dick, alright? Keep that mouth wide open for me, baby."

He struck you on the shoulder-- a convenient location for him, and not too sensitive for you-- and you whined around him but managed to keep your mouth open like he said.

"Fuck, so good for me," he grunted, hitting you again on your upper back. You shut your eyes for a second, but kept bobbing your head as you started to taste more of that faint saltiness of his precum at the back of your throat.

The next impact, right on your side, was enough to make you shudder and nearly lose your balance again. You didn't realize how sensitive you were there, nor how much you would enjoy it, but your eyes rolled back in your head and he must've seen it because he laughed quietly.

"I bet you're giving that machine a nice tight squeeze, aren't you, sweetheart?" he purred. "I know how your pussy likes to give me little hugs when I hit you... 'cause you like it so much, huh?"

He pulled out of your mouth suddenly, freeing you to nod and pant with your open mouth. "Y-yes, master, I love it."

"I know," he cooed, bending down to kiss your forehead. You whined when he stood up and walked away, but that was the least of your concerns when he leaned past you and turned the machine up one more time. You immediately assumed this was the highest setting, considering how brutal it was; you were wrong, and proven so immediately when he turned it up again.

"Fuck!" you screamed, face dropping down into the mattress. "M-master... oh!"

You couldn't say much more than that, toes curling as the machine ruthlessly drove into you. Your limp body so much wanted to fall forward onto the bed, but he grabbed your hips and forced them to stay still, taking the dildo to the hilt with every rapid thrust.

"Hurts!" you managed to choke out into the sheets. "Fuck, hurts, master..."

"Yeah, I bet it does," he sneered, "gonna hurt more when I start whipping you, too."

You sobbed, but nodded-- amazingly, you still wanted it. The first strike nearly made your whole body give out, legs fighting weakly to push you forward so you'd pull off of the dildo. But he still kept you there, hitting you on the ass two more times as you weakly cried through his title a few more times.

"I want you to come so hard for me," he ordered, "can you do that? Can you come even though it's just a fake dick?"

You nodded into the sheets again, gripping them tighter as the whip hit your sore ass, your thighs, your side again. He only stopped when he decided he needed to be in your mouth again. With both of you so close to the brink, Eddie was just as ruthless with your throat as the machine was with your pussy so, needless to say, it didn't take you long to reach your peak.

Your orgasm was just as sudden and fleeting as the pain from the whip; it hit you all at once and then petered out as you choked on your moan-- and his dick. "Good fucking girl, fuck," he groaned, grabbing your hair and forcing himself so deep that your nose was buried in his happy trail.

You wanted to scream; the machine was still fucking you mercilessly even though you'd already come, and it was sending you over the edge into oblivion. Of course, you couldn't scream. Your mouth was full.

"Feels so good, sweetheart-- I know you're used to telling me when you're coming, is that what you're trying to do now? I can-- ah, fuck-- I can feel your throat moving on me..."

He pulled out of your mouth quickly, and you fell forward onto the bed as you finally got off of the dildo and gave your aching body a break. You were still shaking a bit as he rolled you onto your back.

"Open your mouth, baby," he whispered, and though your eyes were so heavy that you couldn't even open them, you (of course) obeyed. You didn't need to know what he was going to do to your open mouth, you just knew that it was what your master wanted.

As your mouth fell slack, he spit into it, and you swallowed quickly. "Thank you, master," you hummed.

"Keep it open, m'not done yet," he groaned, and when you opened it again, you felt him gently tilt your face towards him. He moved his hips and dropped them over your face, mumbling his instruction: "suck on my balls, sweetheart."

You wrapped your lips around the flesh and gently suckled, having to open your mouth wide to fit just one; once Eddie had figured out you had a slight fetish for those heavy, hairy balls in your mouth, he never missed an opportunity to make you lick and taste them. It was just the right amount of degrading and dirty for you, plus you loved those low groans he made when you laved them with your tongue or delicately licked that seam between the two of them.

He was jerking off just above where your mouth explored the loose skin, stammering out little praises as he neared his own impending orgasm. You were almost disappointed when he lifted his hips away and left your mouth empty, until a moment later when you felt the head of his cock brush against your lips, though not pushing in any further (as the angle would make that quite tricky anyways). "Hhng, fuck, such a pretty mouth my baby's got," he grunted.

You realized that he was jerking off straight into your mouth, and something about it was just so sexy; you writhed your hips slightly, sticking your tongue out to flick over his head. That earned you a light slap to the cheek, and you smiled dreamily. "Sorry, master..." you mumbled instinctively.

"Not a punishment, baby," he grunted, "fuck, you're so cute-- gonna fill your mouth, don't swallow it all right away."

You kept your mouth open wide, the yes, master implied as he jerked off faster above your face. He panted louder and louder, and finally you felt come shoot onto the inside of your cheek and run down to the back of your throat. You pushed your tongue back to keep from choking on it, finding the energy to blink your eyes open so you could see the look on his face as he came into your waiting mouth.

"Hi," he smiled at you, come still pouring onto your tongue, and you smiled back as best you could without shutting your mouth at all. He squeezed his cock with a sigh, pushing the last few drops out for you, and you wanted to moan but you were too afraid it would make the come slip down your throat and you figured he didn't want his own come coughed all over him.

He relaxed and pulled his cock away from your face, one ringed hand gently holding your jaw so he could slightly tilt your head one way and then the other-- so he could admire your come-filled mouth more appropriately.

"You can swallow it all now, baby," he offered, and you eagerly opened your throat for the warm substance.

"There you go," he grinned, "tastes good?"

"Yes, master," you nodded once you'd gotten it down.

He gave you a shockingly chaste kiss to the lips, slow and soft, and then took a quick moment to shut the machine off-- still uselessly fucking into the air, poor thing-- before he laid down next to you. "So," he breathed as he pulled you close to him, "was that sort of what you were hoping for?"

"So much better," you mumbled sleepily, nestling your face into his shoulder, breathing in his comforting smell-- cigarettes, cheap cologne, and fresh-cut grass.

"That's what I like to hear," he smiled as he pressed a kiss on your temple. "Are you gonna fall asleep, sweetheart?"

But you were already out like a light, and he laughed silently to himself as he wrapped his arms around you tighter.

"A little rest, then we're getting you cleaned up," he whispered.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #dom!eddie munson x reader

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yongislong · 1 year

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tiktok prank 2 + 127.

genre: nonidol!127 reacting to you not saying i love you back hehe, fluff, angst maybe? domestic, established relationships. nonidol!127

note: hiii tysm for requesting anon! i hope this lives up to your expectations haha, i had a hard time writing this and tbh im not really happy with it :(, lmk what you all think though! reqs are open! not proofread haha

taeil... says it before he leaves for his night shift. you just reply with a simple "okay darling, be safe!" and he freezes. not down For The Games. stomps back to you crossing his arms, tapping his foot, while unknowingly pouting. you play with him even more by asking him if he forgot anything. he loses it. he catches on that you're messing with him as you try to bite your cheeks to hold in your smile but still plays along bc he thinks this prank is lame regardless!! "YA! I COULD ASK YOU THE SAME QUESTION!"

johnny... makes his signature confused face after you hang up the phone with a simple "bye babe!" ponders. is sitting in bed replaying every single sentence he contributed during that conversation lol. takes it upon himself to face time you and ask you if maybe, possibly, by chance... you are mad about something. you can't help but laugh and he hangs up. you send him a tiktok of someone doing the same thing and he sends you back a screenshot with your contact name being changed to "pathological liar" with a picture of the joker... thinks its peak comedy

taeyong... pouts. if you don't say you love him back as soon as he pats your head to grab something from the vending machine next to the library, he's so lost. im sorry he's so babygirl i feel like he would actually get so confused. he's the only one who has a public tiktok account and tbh, i feel like he would be addicted to it as a uni student so you really don't think it's gonna work but his overthinking lead to not being able to form valid thoughts lol. immediately sits back down and pulls your chair up to his knees and traps you until you say it back or tell him why you never said it, intense eye contact lol.

yuta... i feel like people would peg him as being annoyed or even borderline mean but i feel like he would be so worried. just expected you to say it after he shouted it before closing the front door behind him and it takes him half a second before he's back inside trying to look for you and asking you whats wrong. you feel so bad LMAO. "you know you can tell me anything right, like literally anything, and it doesn't have to be right know you know, just-!" yeah you kiss him to shut him up. you lie and pretend you didn't hear him because you cannot bare to tell him it was a prank lol :(

doyoung... IM ON MY POUTY DOIE AGENDA idc yes he's grown but i feel like he would absolutely be like "hmmhph???" whiny. "say it baaaackkkkuuhhhghh!!!" you love to mess with him though so you pretend you have no idea what he's talking about. literally shakes it out of you. like grabs your shoulders and squeezes and hugs and twists and lifts and shakes you LMAOOO. if you're both laying down he would start being so annoying and trying to push you off him. he's back to normal once you say it back. he sees the prank a week later online and he sends you the link followed by many frowny emojis

jaehyun... not playing these games fr LMAO. like i've said before i think he's more like... frat boy ish however i think he would really care about whoever he's with, so like yuta, i think he'd be more worried about why you didn't say i love you back after he did before bed, than anything else. he sits up and asks if he did something today that upset you, but you tell him it was a prank. says its an evil prank and demands you delete tiktok immediately lol. i think he would be out of touch with the internet PFT so he's more lost than annoyed or pouty yknow? doesn't get the prank PFTT he's like "that's so mean :("

jungwoo... SOO ANNOYED. 127 said he's actually really manly when he's not on camera but i feel like he'd have a soft spot for you regardless. would be sooo confused before it turns into annoyance. keeps following you around like a puppy and whenever you look at him he gives you the most sassy facial expressions ever. like full nine yards with the eye roll, scoff, crossing his arms, etc. "helloo???" won't stop following you. lives for the silent treatment tbh. it eventually gets too much when you call for toilet paper from your shared bathroom and he ignores you LMAO. says it was a stupid prank and to not do it again but he's smiling and boops your nose while he says it

mark... oh my god please. he's such a gen z, yet he's always a month behind every trend so this completely went over his head. like yuta and jae, is just wondering if he did something wrong. can't live with himself until he gets to the bottom of it. he says it to you over the phone and when you hang up after saying "me too!" he wonders why you didn't actually say i love you. needless to say he walks across campus all the way to your dorms and shows up at your door, scratching the back of his neck asking shyly why you didn't say it back. you play dumb and pretend to not know what it is lol. you admit its a prank after you see him getting flustered and stuttering PFT. you both stay up watching a ton of tiktoks of people doing the trend, he has a lot of opinions on other peoples relationships LMAOO

haechan... please don't ever try and do this to him. he's going to go to the ends of the earth to annoy you. after you don't say it, he gives you that cocky smirk and head tilt while laughing like a mobster LOL. will say it until you say it back, doesn't matter how long it takes. knows its a prank but doesn't care because, to be honest has been waiting for you to try this on him just so he has the excuse to be clingy and follow you around the apartment. and oh boy, he does not let you go until you say it back. tickles it out of you. says the only way to be able to forgive you is to watch disney's hercules together while cuddling

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nayaaatv · 1 year

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dino bf hcs -`♡´-

✰ ; pure fluff

warnings ; none (?)

wc ; 0.4k ㅜㅜ

a/n ; im sorry if this is like super short.. (－ ლ)

req by 🍳 anon ^♡^

gets jealous very easily i just know it. he gets super pouty after too. will do everything he can to get your attention though. like if he spots you with seungkwan he will quite literally slide into the conversation, like you could be getting something from your bag and when you look back up your boyfriend is beside you bickering with the boy next to you like its kinda cute he's gonna cling onto your arm and follow you like a cute lil puppy w its owner.

when or if you get home late he's super super needy he's gonna be asking u tons of questions. "how was your day?" -- "did you have fun?" -- "whatcha doing?". he rlly thinks its slick but its like super obvious that he misses you and wants u to kiss him to sleep. and when you shower him with compliments and kisses he gets super shy and like giggles a lot like oh my god... he is literally the girlfriend of the relationship. but only when ur alone though, this chan disappears as soon as someone walks in the room.

don't get me wrong from this though ↑↑↑ he's still super clingy when people are around just like.. quietly and he's unaware of it. by unaware i mean he holds your hand out of habit or always kisses you on the cheek when he's gonna go get something or leave for a bit. like nothing can stop him from showing you his love.

he really likes kissing you. its so cute, like he just rlly like being close to you. he literally gives you that cheesy cliché move where he twirls you around and kisses you with your arms wrapped around each other. you guys are like that power couple that everyone wanted in highschool. and he LOVES it.

i feel like if he genuinely wants to cry while watching a show or a movie, he'll only cry with you. either infront of you or actually crying with you. like i can see him hugging you while sobbing into your shoulder cuz his fav character died and you're crying with him partially because you think its funny and also because they were your favorite character too LMAOOO.

i feel like he impulsively buys you gifts when he thinks you'd like them. like if he sees your favorite flowers at a flower shop while taking a walk, expect a bouquet and atleast ONE new flower pot to go with it. its a super bad habit he has, a guilty pleasure kind of thing. he seriously can't stop either, he loves you too much.

remembers literally everything. he knows your exact shoe size, he knows if you like your coffee hot or cold, he knows your favorite movie genres so he could surprise you with tickets to a new movie! he's so cuteee. you'd be like "hey, how did you know I've been wanting these?" -- "i have my ways, love you."

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 8 days

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lmaooo kenny watching you sleep is so creepy (might also be the type of person to randomly trace your nose to see if you'll wake up???)

i can imagine being in a relationship with kenny being like dealing with an unpredictable hot potato of an angry cat who can bite you at any given moment (but, like, the risks of getting scratched and bitten until you bleed outweigh petting a cute cat...)

also, i feel like kenny would just know random details about you?? like your ring size. or your shoe size. or, if you have period, when it starts. and ends. or that you used to have a fringe in seventh grade. or that your grandma likes to bake victoria sponge cake.

or like, casually remembering something small, and being, five years down the line, like, "Do you remember you told me on X day of the X week at X hour XYZ?"

and you're like ????

and sometimes, when kenny would be weirdly nice like getting you a blanket or really leaning into domesticity, you would like watch him like O.O what's next...?

would casually spring up things on you. "Let's get married." "Do you think I should test this out on a human?" "I am leaving for five days, don't contact me." "Should we freak your mother and father out by saying that I'm centuries old?" "You remind me of someone I knew in the sixteenth century. They were... interesting." "I got you a wedding dress, put it on. If you don't, there'll be consequences." "I don't think I'll kill you... I think."

high-key very unhinged... but at least you're kept on your toes all the time? right?

ANON . YOU GET IT.

he’s so fucking Weird . 100% stares at you sleeping and traces the bridge of your nose … smiles a little when that makes your face scrunch up a bit. he’s just fascinated by you i think!! by the fondness you make him feel. he’s like oh :) emotion :)….

AND YES. HE LITERALLY IS JUST A CAT. when it comes to dating kenny i feel like you sort of have to adjust to his whims….. he can definitely be silly and affectionate (in a mildly condescending way) but then he can also be very Cold. and come off as apathetic. he’s like a stray cat who waltzed into your home one day and let you pet and feed it…. sleeps in your bed and purrs when you scratch behind its ears but won’t hesitate to hiss if you do something he doesn’t like. random bouts of affection but only ever at his whim, y’know? like. he’s Your Cat but he also isn’t. he doesn’t always come home and it’s clear he has a life outside of you. but he likes your company enough to let you come closer than anyone else has been and that means a lot on its own!!! he’s just…. your mildly creepy cat. who watches you sleep with his big creepy eyes and protects you from the shadows.

BUT OK enough abt kenyaku (<- his Cat name)….. ANON I LOVE YOU. i agree!! on all points!!!! him knowing random little things about you….. randomly recalling certain things…. i feel like his memory is a little jumbled. kenjaku is the type to forget your bday but like … he’ll remember your thoughts on Every Single Character in the show you’ve been binging. or the exact tone of voice you had when you spoke to him for the first time. his love definitely shows in the little things… he might not tell you that he Loves You outright and i don’t think he’d care about making your relationship official in any way, but if you mention liking a brand of soda you’ll find one waiting for you in the fridge the next day. he’s cute. i’ve said this before a while ago but i also think kenny would take you on random trips a lot…. just to spend time with you!! but he doesn’t Tell You where you’re going so you just have to listen to him say ”we’re almost there ^_^” like 50 times. lmao.

ALSO BEFORE I FORGET . the period thing. you’re a genius anon. he just randomly sniffs you and then goes ”you’re on your period aren’t you” and you’re like ??? wtf is wrong with you ?????? (he was Right btw) LIKE HE’S SO STRANGE. you don’t need a period tracker because he’ll just casually let you know you’ll be getting your period tomorrow. and that it’ll probably be a little worse than usual. and he’s Always right so you just have to nod.. silently…. trying not to give him side eye……… for the record i think he also takes care of you well during your Time of The Month. tries to be a little more tender because he knows you’re sensitive and doesn’t really want to deal with you crying (he doesn’t like seeing you in distress but that’s a secret)….. makes sure you’re taking ibuprofen. makes sure you get some fresh air. lets you sleep on his lap like a puppy while he reads. places one of his big warm hands on your lower stomach. he’s a little more indulgent i think.

but ok period comfort ASIDE . the random bouts of affection/domesticity….. you Get it anon. i think he’s actually fairly physically affectionate but it’s never something He initiates. he just expects you to know when it’s okay to cling to him and not. so if he pulls you into his lap or covers you in a blanket or whatever you kind of melt a bit…. i DO think he’s a frequent hair-ruffler though. and a serial booper. he’ll mess up your hair and boop your nose and you just have to Deal with it. get booped idiot. (it’s how he shows affection :3)

"Let's get married." "Do you think I should test this out on a human?" "I am leaving for five days, don't contact me." "Should we freak your mother and father out by saying that I'm centuries old?" "You remind me of someone I knew in the sixteenth century. They were... interesting." "I got you a wedding dress, put it on. If you don't, there'll be consequences." "I don't think I'll kill you... I think."

AND FINALLY. THIS. i went insane btw. all of these r so real and true anon …. he’s just kind of silly and weird and tiptoes that line between hot and cold. but he Cares for you in his own weird way.

and!!! i don’t think he would ever kill you!!!!! i do think he’d say that last line but only to see your reaction lmao. compared to other jjk villains kenny is never shown killing anyone on a pure whim, obviously he doesn’t Mind doing it but it’s not something i see him doing casually yk?? especially not to someone whose company he genuinely enjoys…. maybe if he thinks he’s getting Too attached to you? :0 idk but!! i feel like kenny keeps you around for as long as he possibly can if he cares for you. spending time with you is important to him. even if he randomly disappears now and then. (if he genuinely Loves you i think there’s a good chance he’ll just throw you over his shoulder and bring you with him LMAO)

BUT YES. i’m OBSESSED with him. thank you soso much for feeding my kenny thoughts anon <333 the kenny talks i’ve been having lately r Really tempting me to finish some kenny fics T_T….. soon.

#our silly little creepy crow of a man #he rlly is so catcoded it’s insane #but then he’s also Canonically a wolf so. there’s that #:((((( i love you kenny pls come back #i need to hunt down the kenny hcs i wrote a while back……#ask tag ✩#kenny !! ✩#kenjaku x reader #<- just in case some starving kenny stan happens to find this … hang in there soldier 🫂

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vapolis · 22 days

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One thing I've noticed on the forums is that people can't comprehend that not every single IF is made to be their personal power fantasy. And I'm not saying there's something wrong with power fantasies (they're fun sometimes), but it would be really boring if all media was comprised exclusively of them

previous anon should have seen this before sending their own ask lmaooo i couldn't agree more. not every game will have you be the main character of everyone's life. sometimes you're just a person that goes through life in a peculiar place and need to navigate that! and that's fine! that's more intimate and satisfying of a story than being overpowered from the get go and everyone falling over themself to please the player.

#asks

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mynameis-noe-body · 7 months

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hello umm so i’m the howler anon haha

okay hear me out! if you don’t mind can i make an addition for my previous request?

i’m sorry but-this idea just popped out i just can’t ignore it: a scene where snape replay the memories of their night in spinner’s end in his pensieve.

it can be the pensieve scene leading up to their howler exchange(s) ? or the other way around where the howler exchange leading up to snape replaying the memories. ooorrrr he watch/reacting to the memories and narrating it to the howler he’ll sent later to licorice.

orr you can reverse it where it’s licorice having a pensieve or you can do both or mixed things up lmaooo idk anymore😭😭😭i’m such indecisive person so please your choice i trust your creative liberties 🫡

whatever your choice i’d be happy to read it

and thank you so much for accepting my previous request! ❤️

Here is your drabble — it's short, but it's hot. I'll try to write more in the next day, in the meantime I hope you'll enjoy this. Thank you so much for requesting. 🖤

I can't stop thinking about it. Thinking about you, your hands, the way I came to your gentle touch. I think of you, and I dream of you. At night, when I'm alone, I imagine your tongue between my sweet lips —

Severus squeezes the letter between his fingers with such force that it crumples all over. It's the third time he reread it. He can't take it anymore. He can't stop thinking about it. At first he denied himself any pleasure — touching himself at the memory of that night is damn wrong, she's far away and if she knew, if she could see the way he's desperate for some relief, it would be awkward and embarassing. When that howler arrived, though... along with that letter! He couldn't resist. And now, for the third time, Severus can't stop thinking about it. Her breasts between his lips, her firm nipples, the sweet taste of juices around her small, tight pussy. His greedy hand squeezes the head of his cock, and he digs his teeth into his cheek to hold back a moan, failing miserably. His cock slides so deliciously into his hand — legs wide open on the couch, hand full of lube gripping his member tightly, wanking it intensely, up and down, little drops of precum slide down his length making everything so wet and warm.

That howler — Severus still remembered the sweet, desperate sounds of your breathing, your deep panting, his name whispered like a prayer. And the intense moan of your orgasm.

I want to feel you inside, I want you deep inside me. I want your fingers and your tongue and —

"F-fuck" Severus growls. He's close, so close.

— your hands pulling my hair, and spanking me. I want you to remember how much I am yours, I want you to leave marks and bruises on me as if —

"Ah! God — yes!" with a strangled moan, Severus tightens his entire hand around his cock. His orgasm explodes. Rich streams of seed dirty his hand.

You're perfect. Even in his memories, even in your letters. With a resigned sigh, cleaning himself of all the sweat, the lubricant and his own semen, he grabs pen and paper. There is only one thing he wants to write in his response letter.

Come back soon. I need you.

#severus snape #pro snape #snape fandom #severus snape fandom #snape smut #severus snape smut

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eideticmemory · 6 months

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Reddit thread anon here - I know right? Like girl have some dignity and self respect. She's also still replying to everyone commenting the thread now with "I sent you a private message" who asked you to? Why are you contacting these people to explain yourself? If it's true and everything is fine and she's fucking him what is she doing still wasting time on there I'd delete the whole thing and move on. I think it's either completely false or this is a massive power trip for her and she's way more invested than mgg is, she sounded really desperate on the thread talking about not being able to leave the house and go to work because of him after they saw each other for A MONTH. Like, girl if you're looking for a committed relationship you might be looking in the wrong place bc mgg doesn't seem the type for that at all. Sorry, I'm done with this thing now 🫣

right like i get wanting to drag a man on the internet but like not at the expense of yourself!! it’s such a bad look. i could never hate on another girl but i just feel so incredibly like embarassed for her whether its tru or not but yeah lets dead this bc it is just chit chat LMAOOO but i swear his reddit threads r always crazy like 😭😭😭

#answered #eideticmemory moi

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spadecentral · 1 year

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OM Brothers React to Teen!MC Going On A Date

Blast Anon asked: Hi! I was wondering if you could write the demon brothers reacting to teen mc being on a date with someone (could be a girl or boy) please Ingore this if you dont wanna do it!!! - Blast

lmaooo its alright its not too love and sorry about never getting around to this ask i had a little bit of an om slump lolol this is totally not from june 17th...

Lucifer:

He doesn't want to admit it but he actually doesn't want you to go on the date

Very reluctant to let you go out in general

He knows you're going to sneak out anyway even if he says no

Obviously he has to meet whoever youre going on a date with

Doesn't trust them

He's very disappointed in your choice

...you still go on the date if you play your cards right

Mammon:

Says he doesn't care

He does

He stalks you two throughout the whole date

When you get home he tells you why he doesn't like said person

He's very passionate about his speech

Levi:

He doesnt know why youre asking him if you can go on a date

He doesnt know anything about dates

He does, however, check their whole background

If they've done one wrong thing

One sus thing

He's putting that person on a watchlist

Watches through security cameras

Satan:

Makes you read books on adolescents dating

Against letting you go on a date

You still go on the date

Is overprotective

Gives you set times to get home by

If you aren't home by the set time then he will rain hellfire

Asmodeus:

Very excited!!

He wants to help you get ready <333

Helps you pick out an outfit

And do your hair/makeup!

All and all very supportive ^-^

Beelzebub:

He doesn't mind

As long as you're safe and happy

He doesn't care

Just don't do anything to dangerous

Belphegor:

He's asleep when you tell him

Surprised when he doesn't see you

Someone else probably tells him that you're on a date

Unsupportive

He forgets to be mad when you get home because he took another nap

#obey me #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey melevi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeuce #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me teen mc #@.blast.anon

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xiaojunsmintchoco · 1 year

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omg adding to the anon who asked for the nct dream reaction, can I ask for a sungtaro version as well? thankss

NCT Dream + sungtaro reaction: s/o doesn't do well in an exam

hey guys! so sorry for the long inactivity, I've been busy :") with a part time job and lots of flute practice my time is flying away lmaooo anyway as you can see I had 2 anons request this, and I'm finally finished with it! to the anons, I hope you enjoy this!

ps. we're gonna pretend the Shotaro one isn't kinda self-indulgent-

taglist: @moonsclover @bangchan-fairy (sorry guys I totally forgot about my taglist 😐)

Mark:

"y/n! y/n!"

Turning around, you're greeted with the sight of Mark running up to you, grinning like a cheshire cat as he links his arm with yours. "School's finally over for the year! How should we celebrate?"

His rambling about post-examination plans soon fade and turn into background noise as you space out, the displeased glare of your teacher as she unceremoniously tossed your result slip onto your desk replaying in your mind like a broken DVD. As your feelings of failure and self-doubt consume you slowly, you fail to notice Mark waving his fingers in front of your face, having realised that you were in a world of your own.

"y/n? Dude, you good?" He inquires, eyes shining with concern. "You spaced out. Is something the matter?"

"Thanks for your concern Mark, but I'm fine. It's nothing much, really," you reply, as you didn't want to ruin his post-examination celebratory mood by venting to him. However, the monotone in which you said that convinced Mark otherwise.

"Dude, c'mon. After all this time we've been together, I can read you like an open book. Something's definitely up," Mark objects. "C'mon, spill the tea. You know you can tell me anything".

You knew that because Mark watched out for you and your wellbeing like a hawk, he wouldn't drop the subject until you told him what was on your mind. With a disheartened huff, you told him everything. "I did worse than I expected for every subject, except Math, and even then I didn't get a stellar score on it. It just feels like all my mugging was for nothing. I'm sorry, but I don't feel like celebrating today – my dismal results aren't worthy of a celebration," you conclude.

"Dude, hey, listen". Mark interjects, bringing up his hands to wipe away the tears that you didn't realise had slipped out of your eyes. "You've done your best, and that's all anyone can ask for. It may not feel like enough sometimes – like now, but there are people who see how hard you work and acknowledge them, okay? I know for a fact you stayed late in school for weeks on end to study for these exams," he points out. "There's always more opportunities to try again," he reminds, moving in to give you a warm hug.

"Thanks so much Mark, I do feel better," you say, tears having been replaced by a smile.

"You deserve to relax after all the hard work, regardless of the results. Shall we go to my house and hang out? We can play on my Switch together!" Mark suggests, his previous exuberance having returned.

You nod eagerly, returning his excited grin. "Sure!"

Renjun:

The moment you brushed past Renjun and made a beeline for your shared room instead of greeting him with a warm hug as you usually did, he knew something was wrong. "Y/n? Hey, what's wrong?" He questions, voice tinged with notes of concern. Knocking on the door twice, he waits for you to tell him to come in, and his heart drops when he sees you sitting at your study table, head buried in your hands and shoulders shaking with every sob. He rushes over and begins rubbing circles on your back in an attempt to soothe you, and one look at the stack of papers beside you on the table told him that it was your results that you were so disheartened over. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asks comfortingly.

"I…" you sniff, trying to calm yourself down. "I'm so disappointed. I studied my ass off for these exams, yet I did so horribly. Even my form teacher told me that she was disappointed in me," you explain, in between sniffles and cries.

"Oh, y/n…" At this moment, Renjun wraps his arms around you in a warm hug, allowing you to lean into him and soak up the comfort he was offering. "Hey, I know hearing such words can sting a lot, especially coming at a time when you're already feeling disappointed with yourself. But I see how hard you worked for these exams and the tremendous amount of effort you put in for these exams, and I think you've done well, okay? It's time to let yourself breathe – you've done what you can, and I'm so proud of you".

Hearing those words from your boyfriend struck something in you, and it made you realise that after all, there was someone who saw all your efforts, even in this time where it felt as if they were going down the drain unnoticed. The floodgates opened and you burst into tears as Renjun continued to keep you in his warm embrace, whispering sweet nothings into your ears.

When you manage to calm down, Renjun releases you from his hold. "Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?" he asks.

"I don't know…honestly, I think a nap would be great. Maybe I'll feel better after I wake up," you respond.

"Okay. You definitely deserve a nap," Renjun replies, leading you to your bed. "What about we get your favourite takeout tonight for dinner?" he suggests.

You shoot him a small smile of gratitude and nod weakly. "That sounds great. Thank you so much, Renjun. I love you".

Renjun begins to make his exit from your room and closes the door slowly. "I love you too – and remember, that does not depend on the kinds of grades you get at all".

Jeno:

The sound of your doorbell jolts you from your train of thought. Sighing, you rise from your seat on the couch with an air of reluctance and move to answer the door, knowing very well who was there – your boyfriend, Jeno. While you usually loved seeing him, because you were feeling down about your examination results, which had been less than ideal, you weren't in the mood to see anyone, not even your boyfriend. Still, you opened the door, only to be greeted by his trademark eye smile.

"Y/n!" Jeno greets, making his way into the house as you let him in. "I'm so happy to see you!"

"I'm happy to see you too," you respond and plaster on a smile, hoping it was convincing enough. However, Jeno noticed that your smile did not quite reach your eyes as it usually would. Nevertheless, he was sure that the surprise he had brought you would cheer you up, regardless of whatever had got you down.

"Since examinations are over, I thought I'd stop by the bakery and get you the cream puffs you love so much as a treat," he says, walking in and handing you the paper bag. "Here, enjoy!"

"Thanks Jeno, but…" your voice trails off as you gently push the bag away. "I don't deserve it. It's alright, you can have it".

"Y/n, why would you say that?" he asks, perplexed that you'd just refused something he'd bought for you for the first time.

"All my grades are either borderline passes or fails, and my teacher says it's because I didn't work hard enough," you explain. "I think she might be right". Tears well up in your eyes as the feeling of failure weighs down on you, and you swear you can hear your heart shattering into smithereens.

Within seconds, Jeno's arms are around you, engulfing you in a soothing embrace while silently piecing together words of comfort in his mind. "Your grades don't define you, y/n," he begins, rubbing comforting circles on your back. "You're so much more than just a stupid number on a silly piece of paper, don't let it define your worth. In doing so, you'll just make yourself miserable, you know? Those who truly care about you will definitely see past your grades, and recognise that what makes you you is stuff like your interests, personality and character. If they don't see that, then that's their loss. I love you for who you are, y/n, and nothing will ever change that – no matter whether you pass or fail your exams. I'll always be right here," he concludes. His touching words bring on a fresh wave of tears, not because you were still sad, but because his sincerity touched your heart, and because you felt reassured that your boyfriend really loved and valued you for who you are, regardless of what you did or didn't achieve. "It's alright. Let it all out," he reassures, tightening his hold around you.

You spend a few more minutes soaking up the warmth of his embrace as he continues to whisper sweet nothings into your ears. "Feel better now?" he asks softly, wiping away the last of your tears.

"I do. Thank you, Jeno," you answer honestly.

His eye smile reappears, glad that you were feeling much better than earlier. "Go ahead and eat the cream puffs. You definitely deserve them, especially after all the hard work you put in. After that, what do you say we chill on the couch with a movie?" he suggests.

You smile back, nodding eagerly. "Sounds great".

Haechan:

The moment the creak of the door reached his ears, Haechan came speeding out of his room at a speed even Usain Bolt could only dream of. "Y/n-ahh!" he yells out with his usual exuberance, but slows down when you merely return his greeting with a half-hearted grunt. Something was wrong, and he could tell.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" Haechan questions, placing a hand on your shoulder out of concern as you're making your way to your room.

"Haechan-ah, I think I'd like to be alone for a bit. It's nothing to do with you, I promise," you hurriedly squeeze out the words.

Taken aback, Haechan takes a moment to read your expression and make his own inference about your situation. You'd just ended exams last week, and you'd just gotten back from school…"It's the exams, right? The results?" He picks his words carefully, afraid to upset you further.

"Yeah, it's that," you sigh, shoulders sagging. Haechan nods, immediately comprehending. You needed your alone time right now, and that was fine. He could always check on you again later.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Haechan muses in understanding. "I'll leave you alone for as long as you need. Then if you want, you can tell me more later?" he suggests, which you agree to. "Okay then. Go to your room first. I'll fix you a drink. And I want you to know, whatever grades you obtain won't change how I view you. I still love and care for you all the same, and you'll still be my precious y/n," he adds.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Haechan arrives at your room with a cup of tea. "Thank you so much, Haechan-ah. I really appreciate it," you say, expressing your sincere gratitude.

In return, he shoots you a bread smile. "Rest well," he whispers, shutting the door. As you sip on the tea, you feel it warm your heart as well, knowing that your boyfriend cared so much about you and loved you beyond your grades.

Jaemin:

Normally, the smell of food cooking as soon as you enter home was an instant refresher to you, but today, it failed to put even the slightest sliver of a smile on your face – and being ever so observant, Jaemin had realised that. "y/n-ah? You alright? You seem so sad," he asks while setting dishes on the table, the notes of concern in his voice reaching your ears.

"Stupid end-of-years," you mumble, tossing your backpack to the side and shuffling into the house. "I study so hard, and the results come back trashier than ever".

"Oh…I'm so sorry to hear that. That feeling sucks so bad," Jaemin grunts empathetically, wiping his hands on his apron and hurrying over to you. Before you know it, you're wrapped securely in his embrace, and he's uttering words of comfort to you. "You've done well, y/n. I really think you have. I know you might think the results show otherwise, but you put in so much effort and worked your head off the whole school. You deserve to rest. Great job for making it through, and I want you to know – I love you, no matter what," he whispers, running his fingers through your hair gently.

"Thank you so much, Jaemin. I love you too," you reply, feeling some of the heaviness in your heart lift. "Though this round of exams was disappointing, it's over- nothing much I can do about it. I might as well focus on the next one," you conclude.

"That's the spirit," Jaemin affirms, lips curving into a fond smile. "Come, let's have dinner- I made your favourite. Hope it cheers you up," he adds, leading you to the dining table where an assortment of delectable dishes is arranged.

"Thank you so much, Jaemin. I love you," you say, helping yourself to the food which your boyfriend had painstakingly prepared.

"Love you too".

Chenle:

"I failed".

The second he registers the text that appears on his phone, Chenle already knows that you wouldn't be feeling your best. Hence, he immediately sprang into action and headed out to buy some of your favourite snacks, hoping that they would cheer you up. He even tells Daegal to be extra nice to you because you weren't feeling happy.

The moment you open the door, Chenle is waiting for you with Daegal in his arms. "y/n, I'm sorry to hear what happened," he begins, taking your bag from you and sitting you down on the couch with Daegal, before rushing to grab the snacks that he'd bought earlier. "Okay, come, spill. Unless you'd rather not talk about it, which is fine too," Chenle says, thrusting the bags of snacks into your arms.

Tearing open one of the packets, you begin your rant. "I don't know. I don't even know how to feel," you start. "Like, I studied so hard for these exams only to fail? Okay then, if that's what I get. Life isn't fair, anyway," you conclude, mouth stuffed full of the snacks while you pet Daegal.

Chenle picks up on the resentment in your tone, and throws his arms around you, allowing you to lean on his shoulder. "I feel you. Remember when I was in my first year of junior college and I came so close to failing promos?" he reminds you.

"Yeah, you raged for weeks!" you reply, with a small laugh. "But I see why you were so mad – failing would have meant repeating the first year".

"Luckily my teachers found ways to help me pass. But what I'm saying is," he continues. "I get how you feel. I know it feels like your hard work has gone down the drain and that it wasn't fair. But hey – like you said, life isn't always fair. What matters most is how we bounce back from whatever life throws at us and come back stronger," he exhorts you, reaching over to steal some of the snacks. "And knowing you, you'll do that. After all, you're my y/n – the tough cookie I've known since secondary 1. I believe in you," he finishes as he pats you on the head.

You return his smile and continue to stroke Daegal, feeling thankful that you had such a supportive boyfriend who believed in you no matter what. "Thank you so much, Chenle. This isn't the only exam I have in life, I guess what matters now is how I tackle the next one".

"Yeah! That's my y/n!" Chenle cheers, ruffling your hair affectionately. "Rest up, and then go out there and crush the next exam!"

Jisung:

Receiving bad results and then having to stay behind in school for extracurricular activities really sucked – however, those were the circumstances you found yourself in. Luckily, as a student himself, Jisung understood that and was ready to comfort you as soon as you made your situation known.

"Seriously. All this hard work, and –" you whip out your report card and plonk it in front of your boyfriend. "I get this? Really? So all of whatever I did wasn't enough? Great. I swear, I can't do this no more. Maybe I should just fake sick and skip CCA- I don't even feel like going anymore".

"Woah, calm down y/n," Jisung begins. "These results are by no means an accurate reflection of how much effort you put in. I know you worked really hard, we were studying together. Sometimes, other factors come into play. For example, this round the teachers decided to pull a little sneaky on us and give us weird exam questions. Which is why the whole batch didn't do well either – they literally gave us questions none of us had any practice with!" he points out with a huff. It was true, the whole batch had done so badly that the principal had asked your batch to stay behind for a "batch meeting" – which ended up as more of a grill session on how your batch was "lazy" and "unmotivated".

"You're not wrong," you admit, calming down a little. "I mean, what was that biology essay question? God, I didn't understand any of it at all," you grumble. "Mr Jung still wants to believe that it's our fault, when really, it's the fault of the setter".

Jisung shakes his head and sighs, a small smile on his face. "I don't get how he thinks. But anyway, enough harping about this round of examinations – nothing you or I can do about it, after all. I think what's important is that you know you did your best. I don't know what you think, but I know for sure you did your best, and nothing can dispute that," he reassures, reaching across the table to hold your hand to comfort you.

"I sure did," you acknowledge, memories of the late nights spent mugging and endless consultations with teachers running through your head. "I guess this means I don't need to hold any regrets for this round of examinations. I did my best, and though the outcome wasn't satisfactory, it was out of my control".

"You're right," Jisung replies, drawing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. "Still, that feeling sucks, and you've still got CCA to deal with. I don't know if this would help, but what about we go for dinner together after our CCAs end? I can wait for you here," he suggests. "My treat".

The thought of being able to spend dinner with your boyfriend after CCA sure was lifting your spirits, and had you motivated to attend CCA as well. "Sure thing! Thank you so much, Jisung. I love you," you answer, smiling up at him.

Jisung returns your smile, and stands up to leave. "I love you too. I've got to go for dance now, so see you later, yeah?" he says.

"Sure, see you!"

Shotaro:

With bated breath, you open the envelope that contains your O-levels result slip. The O-levels were a most critical examination – how well you fared on them determined which post-secondary institution you would attend, or whether you'd have to repeat secondary 4 – every student's worst fear. Slowly pulling out the result slip, you take a glance at the paper and feel your heart sink – you hadn't scored well. Fortunately you wouldn't have to retain, but it still wasn't a good enough score to go to your dream junior college.

Curious about how your boyfriend Shotaro had fared, you turn to where you know he's sitting. You knew he'd done well as the principal had mentioned his name earlier in the list of top scorers in the school. Sure enough, there he is, eyes shining with happy tears as his friends congratulate him, and you decide to do the same. He really deserved it, having slogged away at assessment books and notes for the past two years since secondary 3.

"Shotaro! Congratulations," you announce excitedly, giving him a bear hug, which he promptly returns. "I'm so happy for you".

"Thank you so much. I really didn't expect that, all I hoped for was to do well enough to get into my dream polytechnic course," he answers, breaking away from the hug to wipe away his tears. "How about you? How is it?" he asks curiously.

"I…" you're at a loss for words. You were afraid you'd disappoint Shotaro since he had spent so much time tutoring you in the subjects you were weak at. "I know I kept saying I wanted to go to LBJC, but my score won't allow that. I can't even make it into any of my top 5 junior college choices," you whisper despondently and show him the result slip. "Taro, I'm sorry. You're probably disappointed, because you spent so much time teaching me-"

Before you can finish, you find yourself back in his bone-crushing hug as he shushes you. "No. Don't say that," he commands, stroking your hair comfortingly. "I'm not disappointed at all. You're still my y/n, after all. And though society makes this out to be an exam that holds your whole future, it really isn't. Not all is lost, y/n. There's so much more to life than just this one national exam. You can always pick yourself up again, and I'll always be here to love and support you. You're doing great, y/n. You really are," he consoles, rummaging in his bag and passing you a tissue packet as soon as he sees you begin to shed tears. "I love you. Always".

Accepting the tissue gratefully, you dab at your eyes. "I love you too, Taro. I'm really happy for you, and thank you for being there for me throughout the past 2 stressful years. I couldn't have done it without you".

"I'd say the same for myself," he answers confidently. "Thank you for being my pillar of support since secondary 3".

A few more minutes pass in silence, until Shotaro breaks it. "Let's go do something fun together? We've worked hard, and regardless of our results we deserve a break," he suggests. "We can think of places to go to together".

You break into a smile, liking the idea. "Of course!"

Sungchan:

The call connects, and the face of your boyfriend appears on the screen. "y/n!" he exclaims, doe eyes brightening as soon as he sees you.

"Sungchan! I've missed you," you answer honestly. He was overseas on vacation at the moment. "How's life been?"

Both of you carry on bantering over the call, talking about the recent events and happenings in your lives. It's mostly chill – up until Sungchan asks you this one question. "Oh yeah, you mentioned you had an exam recently? How did it go? I know you put your whole heart into the preparations," Sungchan inquires, genuinely interested to know.

The question he had just asked brought back an onslaught of emotions – first making you remember the initial shock at seeing the low scores on the papers, and then the searing pain of the sense of failure at having scored those low grades. "Sungchan, I scored badly. Even that's an understatement," you deadpan, not bothering to mince your words. "My grades were shit".

Immediately his brown eyes pool with guilt, sensing that his question had upset you. "Y/n, I'm so sorry to hear that…" he trails off, catching sight of tears falling out of your eyes. "I know you did your best. I know you did".

"Even then, it wasn't enough," you sob. "Maybe I could have done better".

"No, no, y/n, you really did give your best effort, I can tell," Sungchan refutes, waving his hands frantically. "I hope you know that you've done all you can, and that that knowledge is of any comfort to you. If that doesn't help, please know I'm so so proud of you, and it doesn't matter what grades you score. I just want you to do your best, that's all," he adds, garbling out words in an attempt to comfort you. After all, there was so much he could do from behind a computer screen. "I'm sorry I can't be there with you in person, so I'll send you a virtual hug," Sungchan decides, moving towards the screen and making a hugging motion with his arms. "There. Feel better?" he asks.

Your boyfriend's adorable antics successfully cheer you up a little, and with a laugh, you copy the motion that he'd made earlier. "Yeah, I do feel better. Thank you Sungchan. I love you".

"Love you too. Hey, tell you what – I'll buy you something nice from here. You absolutely deserve it," Sungchan promises. "I'm coming back in 3 days – look forward to it".

A laugh escapes you, and you begin to look forward to your boyfriend's surprise for you. More than that, you appreciated that even though he wasn't there with you in person, he made his love for you so evident that you could feel it so tangibly, even if you both were miles away from each other. "Sure thing!"

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