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Ruining the Tiger

Chaeyoung's first solo fic on my blog! Our tiger gets a little rough sex for her first outing.

Length 2.1K

Chaeyoung X Mreader

Chaeyoung sat across from you, a sweet smile on her lips as she kicked her feet. “The ocean is beautiful, isn’t it?” She asks, trying to make conversation. You agree with it and turn your head toward it; the view is a bright orange that turns a deeper hue as it begins to set. 

“We should get going; it's going to be dark soon.” You and Chaeyoung stand up and begin heading to your hotel room.  She wraps her arm around yours and looks up at you. You cock your head to the side and give her a questioning look. Chaeyoung holds her fist up and bears her teeth at you. Her actions make you laugh, and you pull her in closer. You feel Chaeyoung give you a slight hug before continuing to your hotel room.

So far, your vacation together has been great; you explored the Hawaiian islands and all they had to offer. You were just missing one thing, and that was sex. You and Chaeyoung had agreed to hold off on your urges until the final night. You both wanted to go all out, and tonight was the night.

You felt Chaeyoung press her chest to your arm, her small tits rubbing against you. “You really can’t wait any longer?” You ask teasingly. She responds with a low whine.

“I just want to do it already. Fingering myself isn’t enough, and I don’t want to use any toys.” Chaeyoung presses her lips together and gives you a pleading look. “Don’t you want to have sex?” She says innocently. Chaeyoung leans forward, giving you a better look at her chest as her yellow bikini hangs just a little loose. 

“I don’t think you have the chest to pull that move, Chae.” Chaeyoung’s mouth hangs open, and she batters you with her tiny fists.

“You take that back!” You run ahead of Chaeyoung, turning around to see her chasing you. Her orange hair flows in the wind as she runs as fast as she can in her flip-flops. You come to a stop and let her run into you; your hands find their place around Chaeyoung’s thighs. You give them a squeeze as you lift her and hear her let out a moan.

“Looks like you’re sensitive, Chae.” 

“I…” Chaeyoung shakes her head, stopping her sentence. “Shut up. I just didn’t expect that.” You press your lips against Chaeyoung’s neck, and she cranes it back in response, letting you move as you desire. Your tongue sends shivers down Chaeyoung’s spine. Shyly, she whispers to you, “Let’s go to our room. I don’t want anyone to see.” You chuckle and put Chaeyoung down before returning to your room.

You close the door behind you and pat Chaeyoung’s head. “Kneel.” Chaeyoung happily kneeled in the middle of the living room. “I have a present for you; close your eyes.”

Chaeyoung wiggled in her kneeling position, her hands covering her eyes as she waited. “What is it?” She asked, wondering what you had for her. You place a box in front of her.

“Open your eyes.” In front of Chaeyoung was a box filled with toys, ranging from dildos and vibrators to handcuffs and ropes. Chaeyoung reaches into the box, looking through the many things inside. You reach down and grab a dark piece of fabric, putting it around her eyes. “A blindfold to start things off.” You tie it off and wave your hand in front of Chaeyoung, seeing if she responds to it. When she doesn’t, you lean in and tilt her head up to capture her lips. Chaeyoung reaches for the top of her swimsuit, but you move her hands away. You sit behind Chaeyoung, spreading her legs apart and searching through the box. Finding small egg vibrators and some tape, you turn them on. The sound of them hinting to Chaeyoung what you picked up. Attaching some tape to the vibrators, you slip them under Chaeyoung’s swimsuit, right against her nipple. This sends a shock to her system, her body jerking as she feels them rubbing against her. While she becomes accustomed to them, you move your hands down and unbutton the shorts she had on, reaching inside you more, your fingers along her slit. Your hand comes back wet, her juices on your finger. You move that hand to Chaeyoung’s lips, letting her suck on them as you use your other hand to slip off her shorts. Chase helps you along, raising her hips off the ground. 

Her whines flow freely as she pulls her back toward you. You grab a dildo from the box and tease her folds, moving it back and forth along them. “Noo, I want you inside.” She mumbles due to your fingers. You discard the dildo, tossing it to the floor as you get another idea. Replacing the dildo was a vibrator; you push the tip inside before turning it on. A high-pitched hum comes from Chaeyoung as she moves her legs inward. “No-” You squeeze Chaeyoung's mouth, keeping her from speaking.

“You’ll get my cock Chaeyoung, don’t you worry.” You push the vibrator deeper inside. It moves around inside her, rubbing against her walls and making her cry out in pleasure. You move the bottom of Chaeyoung’s swimsuit back into place, holding the vibrator inside. Her hips begin to rock as the vibrator does its job. You let go of Chaeyoung, telling her to kneel again. She struggles to stay upright, ending up on all fours as the vibrator is pushed deeper. You grab the rope and tie her hands together. While you have the time, you strip down and slap Chaeyoung’s face with your cock. She recognizes it immediately and opens her mouth, her tongue sticking out. With your cock in hand, you slap it against her tongue before moving it into her awaiting mouth. Chaeyoung’s moans are soon muffled as your cock slide in and out of her mouth. Her handcuffed arms rest against your thigh as the vibrators wrack her body with pleasure. You start pushing your cock down Chaeyoung’s throat once she gets her pace going. She welcomes it, holding onto your thigh so she can keep it down her throat. You pull away from her, watching as a string of saliva connects the tip of your cock to her lip, more of the stuff running down the sides of her mouth and dripping onto the floor below. Tiny bubbles of spit form as she eagerly waits for you to put your cock back in. You place your hand on her head and give Chaeyoung what she wants, ramming your cock into the back of her throat. You can feel the smile on her lips and moan her name. Chaeyoung gargles on your cock as her tongue slides along your cock. You can feel your orgasm coming as you push your cock down her throat. 

Chaeyoung is in heaven, her hips rocking back and forth quickly as she nears her climax. Chaeyoung mumbles, something you can’t understand as you speed up your thrusts. You’re slamming your cock into Chae as you approach your climax. You yank off Chaeyoung’s blindfold, leaving her hair a mess. You see her mascara running down her cheeks and her eyes rolling into the back of her head. The visual pushes you over the edge, and you begin cumming. You let Chaeyoung have a drink of your baby batter before pulling out and shooting the rest on her face. You watch Chaeyoung smile as your warm cum rains down on her face. Her hands move down to her slit, rubbing it through her swimsuit as she has her orgasm. Chaeyoung ends up with her face rubbing the ground as her upper body gives up. You walk behind Chaeyoung and notice the bottom of her swimsuit is completely ruined, soaked from her juices. You move it to the side and take out the vibrator, dropping it on the floor. Your hands wander along Chaeyoung’s ass, squeezing and making her moan weakly. You grab the whip, playfully swinging it in the air a couple of times before running along Chaeyoung’s bottom. The swimsuit, luckily, didn’t cover much of her ass, meaning the whip would leave marks on her. You saw Chaeyoung shudder as the leather ran across her ass. “Chaeyoung, I think you’ve been a naughty girl.”

“I’m a naughty girl that needs to be spanked,” She replies without a second thought. 

“I think you need to be more than spanked.” You tell her before whipping her right cheek. Chae cries out in pain from the hit before a low moan comes through. 

“I’ve been a very bad girl.” She groans before looking over her shoulder and shaking her ass for you. “Whip me, I deserve it.” You whip the same cheek; it starts becoming red, the whip’s tassels visible on her skin. “The other one, too.” She says, raising her other cheek toward you. The whip cracks as it hits Chaeyoung’s skin. She grits her teeth, moaning through the pain. You give her a few more smacks, enough to leave her ass completely red. Having had your fun with the whip, you pressed your cock against Chaeyoung’s pussy; her lips slick with her nectar. Chaeyoung lays her head against the floor and places her hands between her legs, spreading her lips for you. “Put it in. I want to feel you inside, ruin my pussy. Make it yours.” Chaeyoung’s words make you harder. You dig your hands into her waist and impale her, driving your cock into her depths in one motion. “Shit.” Chaeyoung groans as she feels your cock stretch her tiny cunt. “It’s so big.”

“Is it everything you wanted?”

“Yes,” She cries out. “Fuck me, fuck me.” She repeats. You pull back and ram yourself back in, her small body lurching forward. Chaeyoung’s tight walls squeeze down on you. She was slick, though, allowing you to slide right in. You felt yourself unwind. As you relax, you start moving quickly; Chaeyoung’s moans fill the room. You stir her insides with every thrust; her walls are poked and prodded. Holding Chaeyoung’s waist, you force her to stand up. Moving your hand down to the back of her thighs, you grab them and lift her while continuing to thrust. Her hand goes above her head as she wraps them behind your neck, trying to hold onto something as gravity brings her crashing down onto your cock. Out of the corner of your eye, you spy a long mirror and turn to face it. Chaeyoung sees herself in the mirror. The bottom half of her swimsuit soaked in her own juices as your cock repeatedly impales her. As her eyes move upward, she spots the small bulges of the vibrators on her nipples; she had completely forgotten about them once she finally got a taste of your cock. Continuing on, she saw the drying saliva running down her chin and a mixture of cum and mascara covering her face. It all turned her on so much.

 Chaeyoung moved her hands to her clit and moaned your name as she furiously rubbed it. Chaeyoung pushed herself over the edge. Her toes curled, and her walls clamped down on your cock as she came. She turned her head and begged you for a kiss. You gave her one; she weakly met your tongue, allowing you to take over completely. Chaeyoung’s body shakes in your arms as she cums. You continue pounding her cunt, not caring about overstimulating her. Chaeyoung’s moans only got louder as she screamed from the pleasure. You were getting close to cumming. “I’m going to cum inside, Chaeyoung. I’ll make you mine.” 

“I’m yours!” Chaeyoung cried as she came again. You move closer to the wall, pressing Chaeyoung against it as you continue to thrust. Knowing you were at your wit's end, you slammed your cock into her womb and shot your load inside. “So warm,” Chaeyoung moaned weakly as your cum filled her cunt.  Chaeyoung looked down at her belly, where she felt warmest, and pressed on it. When a little bit of cum leaked out, she pressed on it again. You carry Chaeyoung onto the couch, crashing down on it as you rest. Chaeyoung’s sweaty body lays against yours, your cock still inside her. 

“You took the pill, right?” Chaeyoung gives you a nod. “Good, then I can keep pumping you full of cum, right?” Chaeyoung uses her strength to stand up, cum running down her thighs. She falls to her knees after turning around. She reaches for your cum-covered cock, her small hands wrapping around your shaft. She strokes your cock slowly before pressing her lips to the tip.

 She kisses your cock, praising it, whispering, “You’re all I want. All I need. My body is made to take this cock.” She says all that as she kisses and licks up your cum. It was almost like she was hypnotized. 

“You like my cock that much, huh?” Chaeyoung rubs her cheek against your cock and nods. She gives you her usual cute smile. “Let’s rest before we continue. We have a lot more toys to use.

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[saiidahyunie]

i wish i hated you 

son chaeyoung x f!reader 

synopsis: it’s not the truth nor the cure, but hating you’s the only way it doesn’t hurt.

warnings: a lot of heartbreaking feelings, sorry.

a/n: my first entry for chaepril and my (only) entry for angst april (angst4@nr1chaedickrider agenda)

putting pen to paper sounds easy, but it’s a lot more difficult to journal your thoughts when your heart is being ripped out. 

writing had always been the escape for you, pouring out these feelings and emotions to different degrees of ‘how’s your day going’ or ‘today, this happened because i did x,y, and z.’ the silence of your house filled with the occasional beep of your smoke detector in your kitchen was more therapeutic than being in a cafe where it’s busy and distracting. 

sure, there could be some prose of the classic-old cliche of ‘dear diary’ where you write in the lines of having this crush on someone in the same class as you, or how they complimented the clips in your hair, the shirt that was the new from hot topic, maybe even being partnered up for a school project was enough to report in that silly little book. 

the phone vibrates next to your laptop followed by a sound of the doorbell with combined knocking, peering over the screen where it immediately lights up to present your notification form the message app. 

// chae: hey, i’m outside ! 

// you: okay, one second.

before answering the door, you look at the google doc filled with lines of words that may have some subject to the story that you’re writing, putting an ellipsis at the end of the last sentence before stepping away to bring chaeyoung in. 

swinging, the five foot three woman in front of your doorstep stands there unbothered, sunglasses primed and everything with earbuds on with not a single care in the world. she’s so free spirited and soft spoken, you can’t help but smile at the fact that of all people that she could’ve been friends with, she decided to have you as the closest. 

“come on in,” you say. “nobody’s gonna be home until dinner.” 

chaeyoung nods, following just behind you through the living room, plopping her handbag on the couch before trailing to the kitchen where your laptop was. “what you got there? another writing assignment?” 

“no,” you laugh. “just some journalistic thoughts from the depths of my mind.” 

chaeyoung nods, grabbing an orange before seamlessly peeling it while reading the last few paragraphs that were on your laptop screen, eyes scanning slowly but moving at a darting pace that it may look like she’s in a rush. “this story seems pretty interesting. where’s your journal.” 

“oh, it’s in my bag next to you. i didn’t put an entry in yet for today, but i was planning to.”

“what was gonna be today’s report for this journal log, y.n?” 

pursing your lips, you’re humming while the brain cells try to come up with a sufficient answer to chae’s question. “i dunno.” you say, tapping your cheek with a single finger before snorting out of nowhere. chaeyoung also laughs while you’re trying not to meet her face. “what? what’s so funny?” 

“it’s nothing.” you start. “i think i was going to do something more of the theme of acceptance.” 

“acceptance?” 

“coming to terms with something.” 

chaeyoung nods, swapping places with you, standing up as opposed to you sitting down in front of your laptop, staring again at the new blank page on the screen before opening a new page in your journal next to the left side. 

“penny for your thoughts?” chaeyoung asks. 

“is dr. son chaeyoung p.h.d in the office by any chance?” 

“she is now.” she replies, smiling while tossing an orange slice into her mouth. “do you mind if i–?” 

tilting your head, already knowing what her question was gonna be, “you don’t need to ask.” you say to her, standing up before reaching above the portion of the wall over the refrigerator to shut off the smoke detector. 

—

“i need your help with something. writers block” you start again with chaeyoung.

“with what? what are you trying to type, or write?” she asks you, the cigarette between her mouth before taking it off and blowing the air to the open window next to her. 

you’ve been friends with chaeyoung since the beginning of high school, it’s been long enough to the point that you and her know every single little detail about each other. from the bra sizes, to the different tastes of music. everyone had always complimented the contrasting vibes that you two gave off with chaeyoung being more artsy and individualistic as to you being more refined and structured. 

there was one entry that you’ve always wanted to write or at least put to the damn book that shares all of your deepest and darkest secrets hidden away from the world that will never see the light of day. 

you were in love with chaeyoung.

chaeyoung doesn’t know that.

because chaeyoung doesn’t like girls. she likes pretty girls, but somehow got swept up with a guy named zion. 

zion, however, is a saint. he’s respectful, understanding, similar to the vibes that you give off which chaeyoung likes. you could say that he is you personified as a guy.

but in the end, zion isn’t you. 

“so there’s this love story between these two characters.” beginning again while chaeyoung gave her full attention. “i’ve built up a lot of tension between them, but i’ve been stuck on how to get past the frustrated confession of love.” 

“when was the last time you really tried to dig deep into writing something like that?” 

“a while ago. you saw the journal entries that i had about feelings that were unclear for someone.” 

“can you show me? or do you at least remember what you were trying to go for when writing?” chaeyoung asks you, looking at the journal with the blank page and the pen against the spine of the booklet. 

“uh, let me see if i can find it,” you reply, flipping through the pages of the neat and scribbled writing before stopping, “there we go.” turing it around and sliding it for chaeyoung to read. she’s helped you get out your thoughts beforehand. if it weren’t for her, god help you for being in a different state compared to now. 

“what’s this?” she asks, pointing to the topic next to the faded date and time. 

“oh, the title? anecdotes.” you answer her, stopping your typing on the keyboard. “i’ve been writing thoughts down like these to see if i can crank out a big, sweeping scene that hits all the emotional checkmarks.” 

“it was that one morning from that one sleepover we had with the girls, looking at your hair, because you’ve been thinking about whether to cut it. but your hair has so much volume, and so dense, so when you grow it out like this, it looks thick. it suits you.” 

chaeyoung looks up with an arched eyebrow, unsure if she was okay to continue, so you nod. 

“i know you hate styling your hair, so i thought, ‘it looks good like this. unstyled, but full and curly. don’t cut it.’” 

“i’ve been planning for your birthday present for at least 6 months. two rolls of 35 mm film. a screen protector. a scrapbook with pockets that have the right size for your instant photos. the brand of those star-shaped pimple patches you asked me about that one night while staying over.” 

“that first time we saw each other after i got dumped by that one girl one the cheer team who wasn’t into me. i made fun of how you kept yelling at me in the parking lot of how stupid and much of a people pleaser i was.” 

while she was reading aloud, you see the last sentence on your document be something along the hurtful tone of hate. (“this pain i’m carrying, it’s unbearable. but at the same time. it’s perfect in a way to where i can handle it, but i still have a dissatisfaction towards you.”) 

“i admired the way you text me, despite how dry and open ended they were. like a rupi kaur poem, the broken sentences structure like her books. you loved it anyway, and it made you emotional.” 

“i remember you started texting me like that as a joke, but then i realized that i was also doing the same form of texts to my other friends and even my parents.” 

“i’m sorry,” chaeyoung snorts. “this is too interesting and i can’t tell if you’re doing a journal entry or putting me through a whirlwind of fucking relateable.” 

some of it– you stop your train of thought before the words can even leave your lips, “i don’t know what i was doing that day, but i tried to emulate something more of a confession of sorts, but this isn’t me or anyone else. i’m just going off the top of my head.” 

chaeyoung flips through the single page, shocked at how muchw as there on the front and back. “jesus y/n, you really put yourself in the blender for this.” she says, nodding at how much content was put into that one specific entry. 

“are you gonna keep reading or are you done?” 

“shut up, i’ll keep going.” chaeyoung bats an eye at you, pulling the journal closer to her like she’s the one protecting her secrets. 

“i recently realized that i’m terrible at keeping my feelings covert. i’ve been trying to keep my interactions with you comfortable and friendly. then i realized i’ve been catching myself notice and point out the shirt that you look like you’d wear, and i’m up to my tenth movie out of the many favorites.” 

you’re hoping chaeyoung realize that everything that’s she’s reading the feelings that you’ve been keeping from her after all this time, knowing that if she did find out, it would put everything between you two into a sinkhole of ‘i shouldn’t feel this way, and it would ruin our friendship’ kind of deal. 

“when we became friends, i thought of you as a dreamer and a reserved romantic. i liked the way you took an unapologetic approach at the things you cared about in your life.” 

chaeyoung stops to finish the last bits of her cigarette before tapping the ashes in the sink, clearing her throat before speaking. “are you sure this was to help you get your writing creativity up?” 

“yes,” you say, typing away on the doc to most likely finish up the story. “there’s not much after that part so finish it.” 

she pouts, inhaling before looking at the last couple of sentences.

“it’s been a while, probably more than a year. i forget. while a lot happened since then which altered my perception of you, i still think fondly of the romantic dreamer.” 

“y/n, who is this about?” chaeyoung asks, and you’re trying to fight the wave of tears building up in your eyes. 

“it’s not about me.” you say, jaw clenching because your heart will burst if the truth was let out. “that entry is never about me.” 

chaeyoung looks down again and continues: 

“i try not to sit around you and shit like that. it feels like there’s a spark when you crack a joke and they bounce off of it. i don’t say anything. because i know that you’ll chalk it up to just friendship, and i’ll say ‘i know, don’t remind me.’” 

“i notice all the things about you in the time you’re in my life. the way you angle your shoulders when pressed. there’s a note on my phone where you rambleed all of the things you wanted to do when we have our trip to tokyo.”

you look down in disappointment. 

“i walked you back to your place when you found out that mina didn’t feel the same way about you, how the keys to your house have this little star key ring attached to it. even though it was late, you said, ‘i have an extra ramen pack left, do you want to eat it with me?’” 

chaeyoung looks up, noticing that there’s a scribble at the last sentence before flipping back to the front side of the journals’ page. “why’s the last line scribbled?” 

you finish typing the last letter of the sentence, the whole story really, “that sentence when i wrote it in there didn’t have much of a significance of impact that i wanted it to be.” 

“but what did it say?” 

you sigh, rubbing your face to hide the sniffle that broke out from your nose before drinking the glass of water next to you, placing it down after and returning your gaze on chaeyoung. “the sentence said: ‘and with all of these things in my mind about you, i thought to myself. i hope i get to love you in this lifetime.’”

chaeyoung parts her lips, appalled and moved with the thourgful entry that may or may not have destroyed her emotionally. you always had a way with words that make people on your little blog come back for more works to read. “do you think these have got anything in them?” you ask, closing the journal before setting in your handbag next to you. 

“they do, but not for a scene like that.” chaeyoung answers, voice stern, but helpful enough for you to accept her opinion. “maybe the love your anecdotes are about aren’t big for the big sweeping moment you’re trying to get.” 

she’s right, maybe all of these hidden feelings should have a place to stay, like the numerous amounts of secrets inside that small book, they too should not be let out for anyone to hear or read. 

“you’re writing about quiet love.” 

you look at chaeyoung who has a heartfelt smile across her lips, caring for what you were trying to do, and you just have to accept the fact that your feelings will never reach out to her. chaeyoung’s phone rings on the table, looking at it before her face lights up. “yay! z just got off of work and he’s on his way here.” 

“oh, so you were just dropping by?” you ask stupidly, forgetting that chaeyoung texted you about coming by to chill before having her date with zion prior to writing. even if you were gonna say anything, a honk is heard outside the house, “that’s him probably.” chaeyoung says, walking back to the front door with you behind her. 

you see zion in his decked out sports car, something that fits his vibe (and yours too) while chaeyoung turns around to give you a needed hug which was always comforting. “guess i’ll see you later?” 

“one more thing,” you ask, “do you think i should change the ending of the story?” 

“maybe.” chaeyoung simply says, and your heart just sinks. 

soon after she left, you open up your laptop to the same google doc that’s completed, but you’re thinking about the time where she read all of those things in that journal. it wouldn’t hurt to put one more sentence just for good measure before posting up on the blog without giving a care if people liked reading it or not. 

so you type: 

“if i can love the wrong person this much, imagine how much i can love the right person.” 

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[halcyonwrld]

— SATIN RIBBONS

PAIRING. Park Chaeyoung/Rosé x Reader

Your morning routine is simple, peaceful. A quiet moment away from the drivel in the real world that inevitably awaits you. All it takes is one incidental encounter with the princess and her hyper puppy for things to change completely. (2K)

NOWPLAYING. Amy - Alexandre Desplat

TAGS. royal!au, mutual pining but roseanne is an obvious dork, self-indulgent fluff, typical helpless dog owner shenanigans, ft. lisa as roseanne’s personal maid who definitely needs a break

There is no better view than this one here, you decide.

Spring mornings are calm, quiet, and soft in every way. Standing in the gazebo as you do every morning, you look out into the pink and violet sky.

Just beyond the castle, a thick fog muddles the outline of the surrounding walls. The sun is so orange it looks to be drawn by a child. That saffron orange light gives a soft, dreamlike glow to everything in its reach.

Petrichor permeates the cool air. Dew from lastnights downpour slinks from the trees, coming down like drizzle in the gentle winds. Cattails along the rivers edge sway. Though the geese scattered along it remain unperturbed, suspended in time.

(That ethereal, rich light falls upon them in such a way that makes you wish you’d been a painter instead of a florist, if only to immortalize this moment forever.)

All you can do is appreciate it for what it is.

Opening the pouch on your hip, you take a handful of the birdseed inside, and toss them out into the river. Used to this routine, hardly any of the geese startle, simply drifting closer to eat.

Might as well join them.

You split open a golden-crusted loaf and lather on a thin layer of melted butter, mouth already salivating just from looking at the platter before you.

Birdsong whistles overhead as you set down your cutlery on the empty side of the dish.

You toss a bit more seeds into the river. They dapple the shimmering water, creating ripples that look like fully bloomed roses.

You’re about to gather your things and take a seat when you hear noise from below the gazebo, moving fast. The source doesn’t take long at all to reveal themselves. Hank skips up the stairs with a few excited barks. The terrier is nothing but a white and brown blur charging toward you, nails clicking all the way.

You smile as he reaches your feet, wanting to lean down to pet the pup but deciding against it. You still have to eat, and you’d rather not have a mouth full of dog hairs… no matter how cute said dog is at the moment.

“Hello to you too,” you mutter fondly.

Hank yips enthusiastically in return, spinning himself dizzy around your feet.

A few of the geese startle at the ruckus, lifting off from the foot of the gazebo and settling back closer to the empty bridge.

You shush the canine nonsensically, only seeming to make his frenzy worse. His wet snout tickles your ankles. Searching. You shake your head in amusement when he seems to settle just enough to look up at you with those expectant, glittering eyes.

“Sit still, boy..”

Hank obliges without you needing to ask twice, though his tail thumping against the mahongany planks doesn’t quite seem to get the memo. The puppy stares up at you with big guileless eyes and a panting smile that tells you he's never had to beg for a thing in his life.

You give in with a long, dramatic sigh, and a defeated fine you win. You rip off a small chunk of sausage from your platter to share with the canine. “Spoiled little thing, aren’t you? Always causing trouble these days..” 

Hank takes it gently between his crooked teeth, and it’s only after you’ve pulled away to eat some yourself do you realize you’re a part of the problem as much as anyone else. Spoiled mouths hardly ever feed themselves.

Hardwood creaks as someone else steps into the gazebo, causing you to turn.

You both pause as soon as you lock eyes, dumbstruck by each other’s presence.

Princess Roseanne.

The woman looks absolutely radiant in the morning sun. Light frames her soft edges. She’s like a walking daydream. Closer to angel, than mortal. Pink hair rollers wrapped in her blonde locks. Nose tinted pink. Satin bunched between her pale fingers to hold up the frills of her nightgown. Robe falling off of one of her sun-kissed shoulders.

You think you’d do anything she’d asked of you, if only to forever bask in the fond recognition that overcomes her face after her shock settles.

“Morning, your highness,” you greet, slightly bowing in courtesy.

Her smile falters. She gives you a look.

It takes you a moment to understand, but when you do, you immediately bow again in apology, face becoming far too hot for so early in the day. “Sorry sorry, still a habit.”

You straighten up and try again, “Good morning, Rosie. Lovely to see you out bright and early on such a beautiful day.”

Roseanne smiles, and just like that, all is forgiven. “It’s nice to see you too, petal.”

She finally takes in the scene. The full plate and mug on the railing, Hank sitting patiently at your feet, tongue lolling out of his mouth in a pant.

“Here he is… thought I’d heard him making a fuss over here! I’m so sorry about him, he has a frantic mind of his own in the mornings, I swear." She briefly bends to smooth down the wild fur around his eyes with an exasperated look, "One second he’s playing with the butterflies and next thing I know he’s halfway to the bridge…”

“He’s just lucky he’s as cute as his owner,” you say unthinkingly. There's little time to retract the statement because the moment Roseanne looks down —unable to hide behind the curtains of her hair like she tends to— you know you've said something right.

She turns away, but you catch the reddening apples of her cheeks before she can get too far. An overwhelming amount of fondness blooms across your chest.

You’re still biting back a smile when her stomach grumbles.

“Want to share?”

Roseanne looks over, still flustered from your last comment. You offer a good chunk of your loaf. The tension eases as she gives you a grateful smile.

Finally, you take a bite of your own food, buttery goodness melting on your tongue.

“So, have you—”

“Is this why—”

You both stop short, glancing at each other with secret smiles.

“You first,” she says, beating you to it.

You hum thoughtfully, picking up your mug filled to the brim with fresh spring water. “Have you eaten yet?”

“Ah, no.” She confirms your suspicions as you take a long swig, covering her mouth to speak around her bread. You give her a stern look, making her laugh. “Your concern is sweet, but I was planning to, swear! Hankie has been sick for the past few days and he finally wanted some fresh air, couldn’t pass up the opportunity, you know?”

“I see..” you murmur. “In any case, I’m glad he’s feeling better then. And please have a real meal after you’re back inside the castle. Picking berries off of my plate surely can't be fulfilling in any sense.”

Her blush deepens at being caught red-handed, but you just laugh, lightly bumping your shoulders together. “Now, your turn."

“Ah- this,” she gestures to your setup along the gazebo railing, a hint of mirth in her tone, “is why I’ve never seen you during breakfast? You’re out and about making friends with the local wildlife?”

You chuckle, shaking your head.

“Nothing like that, no. Just… another one of those habits I can’t seem to shake, I suppose you could say.” You look over the railing into the water. A few geese glide across the river in search of birdseed. “I don’t garden for the mere motivation of wage. Nature is just where I’ve always felt most at peace. And so, my days tend to be far more productive the sooner I can get outside and simply,,, take a moment to breathe.”

When you look over, Roseanne stares at you like you’ve just given the most interesting spiel in the entire universe, with that fond quirk to her lips.

You offer a nervous smile in return, “If I may ask… why the inquiry? Has someone asked for me?”

The princess looks away to tear off another chunk of her bread, meek as she is hopeful when she asks, “Does it count if I’m asking you now?”

You can’t help the way your smile widens, finding her madly endearing. “I suppose so, princess."

Roseanne doesn't quite fluster this time, but you swear you've never seen her face so red since the first time you introduced yourself to her.

(She'd kissed your knuckles like you were more than the head of gardening staff, said your dedication in the months you'd been serving had really shown… then minutes later she tumbled into a roseberry bush full of thorns. That was how you met Lisa, too, who couldn't hold her giggles when you retold the story while plucking the twigs out of her hair.)

Roseanne even opens her mouth to retort, but is stopped by a shrill voice in the distance.

It takes another few times for either of you to realize it’s nothing dangerous, and that they’re calling for the princess herself.

Who rubs the back of her nape with a sheepish smile, “Ah right, I’m not supposed to be out here quite yet..”

One look at her attire —feet bare and draped in delicates— and surely anyone could’ve guessed that.

You notice movement on the bridge.

Not even a few moments later, Roseanne’s name rings into the air, clearer than ever.

“I take it that’s your maiden?” you ask knowingly, failing to keep your laughter out of your words. Lisa has never been known for her subtlety.

Roseanne blanches, “Shoot.”

In a rush, she gathers up her satin drapes all over again, pink pins wobbling atop her head but no worse for wear when she stops abruptly in her departure, spinning to face you once more. “I won’t ask you to stifle away in the castle… but maybe, we could come back tomorrow?” she asks, smile shy, eyes glittering.

You open your mouth, but she cuts you off.

“If it's okay with you, of course,” she tacks on as an afterthought, genuine as ever for someone of her status. You tilt your head, as if there was ever really anything to think over. “I suppose I wouldn’t mind the company.”

Roseanne smiles as bright as the sun, blinding you with her beauty.

You're only pulled out of your daze by the clink of cultery, and you by the time you realize what she's doing, she's already got your empty mug and platter in hand.

You frown, stepping forward. "Oh no, I couldn't ask you to-"

She steps back. Brandishes another one of those disarming grins that makes your heart flutter. "Please, we're headed back to the castle anyway. No need for you to waste your energy on a second trip back over the bridge."

You sigh.

"Fine… but, next time I'll walk with you. Alright?"

Roseanne nods, smile seeming to widen if anything.

“Come on, boy, we have to go now." Hank perks up at the tone shift, happy to finally be addressed. “Say bye Hankie!"

Hank barks as if he really understands the princess, making you chuckle.

You wave them off, watching them leave the gazebo.

Roseanne meets her maiden halfway. Lisa promptly snags an arm around her shoulders, mouth running a mile a minute as she tells the princess off, equal parts exasperated as she is playful. Hank zips toward the bridge. You catch word about Roseanne’s lack of shoewear, her bundled hair, and… a patch of dandelions?

You can't make out much more as they get too far out. But you were sure you'd figure it out eventually, as it was literally your job to oversee all of the plant life around here.

Oh well, nothing to fuss over as of now.

You toss the last of your birdseed, and the geese are eager to reform back near you with Hank's ruckus. The princess and her maiden follow the cobblestone path back down the river. Their figures become smaller and smaller amongst the green grass and the pink, hazy sky.

Just a little before they reach the bridge, Roseanne looks back, and you both share one last secret smile.

#rosé x reader #gg x reader #blackpink x reader #blackpink imagines #gg imagines #idol x reader #kpop imagines #park chaeyoung x reader #kpop fanfic #blackpink fanfic #halcyonfics

[jigujellee]

LEAD THE WAY -> you were always taught not to talk to strangers, but if the stranger is hot, then why not? (part 2: emergency contact) [ request: jennie Blackpink x fem reader ? Something like a hookup at the bar , like the immediate spark between them ]

jennie x reader slight smut, some fluff word count: 1.8k warnings: suggestive themes

a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long ;-; i've been in such a slump and it's been hard to find motivation to write. i am fairly content with this but i will try to improve on future works. thank you for your support! also, pink venom out august 19 and born pink out sept 16, mark your calendars!! :D (also this isn't rlly proofread, so sorry for any mistakes lol)

you enjoyed spending your friday nights all snuggled up in a hoodie and blankets in front of your xbox. so why exactly were you here at a local bar instead? lisa dragged you, as in literally grabbed you by the arms and yanked you into this bar.

“come on y/n, it’ll be fun! we just need to get out of the house for a little bit and find something to do!”

“i know damn well you mean someone to do, lis”

“see, this is why we’re best friends! you’re the only one who truly understands my brain. now come on, let’s go have some fun!”

hence why you were sitting and watching your best friend do shots with some random girl. to be fair, the girl was pretty. really pretty for that matter, and her australian accent made her even more attractive. you have to admit that lisa has really good taste in girls.

“can i get you something to drink?”

you jump in your seat at the sudden voice that spoke up beside you.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to startle you” the stranger says as she flashes an adorable gummy smile. but as you looked her up and down, she was anything but adorable. she was hot*,* she was sexy*,* and damn she was enticing. her bright orange hair contrasted with her black calvin klein tee that was tied up to expose her abs that were clearly crafted by the gods in heaven, and a pair of calvin klein jeans to match that did absolute wonders for her ass. jesus christ, why am i thinking about all of this?

“i can’t tell if that’s a yes or a no considering how long you’ve been eyeing me” she giggles. how could someone this drop dead gorgeous and still be adorable as fuck?

“i’m so sorry, i swear i’m not a perv and i’m not weird. i really have no intentions to make you uncomfortable or anything” you quickly defend, hands frantically waving in hopes to clear any misunderstanding.

“you’re really cute you know that?” you feel your cheeks heat up at her sudden compliment. “so drink, yes or no?”

“actually, i’m just here for moral support. i’m most likely going to be her designated driver for the night” you tear your eyes away from the woman in front of you and try to point at lisa, but she was nowhere to be found and this bar wasn’t even that big. the stranger follows your line of sight and finds her friend that she came with leaving with lisa.

“i think your friend just left with my friend,” she points at the short haired blonde. “is that her? that blonde over there with bangs and who’s really loud?”

“yeah, that’s her alright. so your friend is the other blonde with the australian accent?”

“mhm, that’s chaeyoung. i had a feeling she’d ditch me at some point”

“that makes the two of us” you chuckled lightly before continuing, “well, i’d be more than glad to buy you a drink instead?”

“i have a better idea,” the girl says with a small smirk. “how about we just get out of here instead? you’re welcome to stay at my place for a bit” you fail to notice the subtle sultriness in her voice, but you smile nonetheless.

you hesitated to answer at first because you knew you shouldn’t openly trust people you’ve just met. but god, were you really gonna let this opportunity slide? the orange haired girl in front of you didn’t seem all that sketchy and her friend even left with lisa, which could be a sign from the universe that you should also go with this woman here.

“can i get a name before i take off with a random stranger?” you flash a smile to the girl.

“jennie. jennie kim” a beautiful name to match the beautiful lady.

“alright miss kim, lead the way”

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the two of you arrive at jennie’s home, to which she then leads you to the living room. there were windows that stretched from the floor to the ceiling with a black couch sitting right in front of it.

“have a seat, i’ll grab us some drinks and make us something to eat” jennie says.

“please, let me help-” but she raises her hand to stop you.

“no need, uh…” she trails off. you stare at her in confusion for a moment, waiting for her to finish her sentence before realizing you haven’t even told her your name once since meeting her at the bar.

“ah, it’s y/n. i swear i mentioned it earlier, but i guess not” you chuckle while rubbing the nape of your neck, earning another gummy smile from the orange-haired girl.

“y/n” she smiles. “it’s beautiful,” and you begin to feel your cheeks heat up slightly.

“well thank you for the offer, y/n, but i can manage. just sit back and make yourself feel at home” jennie says as she turns and makes her way to the kitchen, not letting you utter another word. while she prepares a charcuterie board for you to share, your eyes roam around the living room. you take in the simple and modern design of her home, how it screamed expensive but cozy and heartwarming at the same time. you notice a few picture frames sitting on display across from where you were and you decided to get up and study each one. there was a photo with her, her mom and her dogs. next to it, there was another one of her with three other girls who you assumed were her friends.

“wow, it’s been 6 years since that photo was taken. maybe we should update it soon,” the familiar voice startles you for the second time tonight.

“you really like coming in as a surprise, don’t you?” you giggle.

“i think you just get scared easily,” she laughs as she sets down the board of assorted cheeses, meats, and crackers along with some drinks. “come, help yourself. i can get more if you want”

“this is perfect, thank you jennie” you say as you grab a piece of cheese and start eating.

the night is filled with chatter as you both begin to open up more to each other. you learn that jennie is a model (makes sense) and though she travels around the world, she always loved coming home to seoul. jennie then learns that you were a med student aspiring to be a doctor, but if you could choose a different career path, you’d pursue music instead. conversation flowed naturally between you two and it felt as if you have known each other for years. you and jennie were able to click so easily with no awkward tension between you at all.

however, there was the presence of a different kind of tension - the kind of tension that had introduced itself after one too many glasses of wine tonight. both you and jennie were far from drunk, but you began to question your judgment and your head began to spin a little. since when was jennie sitting so close to you on the couch?

you quickly glance at your phone and find 2:47 displayed, not realizing you had been here for a little over 2 hours. “i really enjoyed tonight, jen. but it’s getting late, i think i should go” you say somewhat sluggishly as you attempt to stand, but jennie pulls on the hem of your crewneck and stops you.

“why don’t you stay the night?”

you simply stare at her, not bothering to move the arm that was holding onto your top. though half-lidded and somewhat droopy, you saw an unhealthy amount of desire in those dark brown orbs of hers. she stared back at you, eyes fluttering between your eyes and your lips. you knew exactly what she was asking for and you’d be the biggest liar if you said you didn’t want to stay.

slowly, you grab hold of the hand on your sweatshirt and lower yourself to sit back down on the couch. jennie straightens herself up and moves closer to you, wrapping her arms around your neck and bringing her face towards yours until your foreheads touched. you placed your arms on her waist and you two stayed like that for a moment, simply feeling her breath on your lips and vice versa. the tips of your noses were rubbing against each other and jennie was starting to pull you even closer. it was difficult to distinguish what was clouding your judgment right now: was it the wine or was it the suffocating amount of tension between you two? perhaps both?

“kiss me, y/n” jennie finally whispers. you didn’t need to be told twice and you immediately place your lips onto hers. it was somewhat slow at first, but after getting comfortable, the two of you eventually start fighting for dominance. every time you bit her bottom lip, she would return the favour albeit much harder than how you did it. without ever disconnecting her lips from yours, jennie manages to climb onto your lap and straddle you which allowed you to pull her even closer to you. the only time you two stop kissing is when you both yank your tops off of each other, and then immediately continue your make out session. jennie’s skin is warm and smooth against your own as you run your hands down her back before unclasping her bra. as soon as you feel her moulds against your front, your mind turns into absolute mush. you take your lips off hers and move to her jaw and neck. the sound of jennie’s whimpers and you leaving sloppy wet kisses along her jaw and neck were the only things that could be heard in the living room. she tangles her hands through your hair, hoping that would somehow bring you even closer to her. she brings your head up and smashes her lips onto yours once again, hungrily kissing you as if it were her last meal.

“b-bedroom, y/n” jennie manages to say in between breaths. “let’s continue in my bedroom”

you smile as you kiss the orange haired girl one last time before you effortlessly carry the girl, your arms under her legs as she wrapped them around your waist. you begin to make your way to her bedroom while making one last attack on her neck, leaving behind a purple mark that you knew she’d probably have to hide tomorrow.

“lead the way, miss kim”

#kpop scenarios #gg scenarios #blackpink scenarios #jennie scenarios #jennie smut #jennie fluff #jennie x reader #female reader #jennie #blackpink #jigujellee

[shuhwaa]

Chaeyoung | Summer

Twice Chaeyoung x gn!reader words: ~600 genre: fluff, a hint of angst warnings: none

Desc.: During your university's summer festival, you and your girlfriend Chaeyoung run off to an empty club room together to hide from everyone else and to share a few kisses in secret.

The sun is setting, casting long shadows onto the ground of the club room and shrouding your surroundings in a warm, orange light. 

"What?" your girlfriend smiles, chuckling at you, who's busy tracing her features with your gaze. You've looked at her so many times, and still your eyes don't seem to get tired of taking in her beauty millimeter by millimeter. You let your index finger trace a line up her arm - she's wearing a loose, sleeveless shirt today, leaving her tattoos visible. Fingertips dancing from one to the other, you eventually rest your palm against her cheek. She's still smiling at you.

"Nothing," you mutter as you lean in, sitting right in front of her on the floor. The bustling noise of your university's summer festival comes in through the open windows, but it's all mere background noise to you as you kiss your girlfriend. Chaeyoung wraps her fingers around your wrist as she falls into your rhythm, and she throws her other arm around your shoulders. "It's just..." you mumble when you pull back. Once again your eyes search her face, and when you find the blush dusted onto her cheeks as she looks at you with big eyes, you begin to wonder why she chose you of all people. 

As if she knew what you're thinking about, Chaeyoung shakes her head and she pulls you in again.

"Don't think too much, Y/N," she whispers against your lips, before sharing another deep kiss with you. You feel your love for her overwhelming you, and so you wrap your arms around her body tightly, pulling her close to you. Running your fingers through her hair, you cause her to smile into the kiss, before playfully sinking her teeth into your lower lip. You let out a soft moan, to which she reciprocates the embrace, holding onto your shoulders as she continues kissing you tenderly. As if you were something that could break into a million pieces, something precious she wants to protect. 

This time when you part, neither of you says anything for a while. Still, you find yourself searching for an answer, eyes wandering down her body, mindlessly following the lines and shapes on her arms, and eventually returning to her face only to find she's been observing you the entire time.

"We should go back," you say quickly. "The others must be looking for us."

"Y/N," Chaeyoung calls out your name, rolling off her tongue softly. 

"What...?" you ask. She moves away just a bit, until her back hits the wall behind her. Now holding your hands in hers, fingers intertwined, she becomes serious.

"I love you," she says. "Just because you're you." And just as you inevitably show her a frown, she presses another warm kiss against your lips. "So stop doubting it," she mutters when she pulls back, "because this is real." 

You don't know what to say to her sudden confession. So you simply nod, and when you look into her eyes you find nothing but adoration behind them. 

"Okay," you whisper. Chaeyoung smiles in response, and her joyful expression makes your heart skip a beat.

"Then let's go," she says, pulling the two of you up, and with her hand in yours and overflowing warmth in your chest, you return to the courtyard, where the festival is still in full swing.

#twice fluff #chaeyoung fluff #twice drabbles #twice scenarios #twice imagines #twice x reader #twice x fem reader #chaeyoung x reader #fluff

[wherethefireliliesgrow]

(7) 942 days: auburn brown

Myoui Mina x reader

Part of the series: Palette

Previous chapter: (6) 970 days: mahogany red

942 days.

Karina had slowly been recovering at the hospital, but she was becoming increasingly frustrated with the pitying looks she received from the doctors and nurses when they saw the numbers on her wound decrease.

You would take turns staying at the hospital with Minji, Danielle, and Hanni. Determined, Ryujin even volunteered to take the night shifts on her days off, dead set on winning Karina over. Ryujin had been waiting for her wayward soulmate relentlessly since she first heard the story at the age of four, and after nearly two decades, she wasn't about to let Karina slip away easily.

Despite the gashing wound on her wrists, Karina was surprisingly nonchalant, as if the soulmate effect had no hold on her. She spoke to Ryujin with ease, without so much as a stutter.

You couldn’t say the same thing about you, on the other hand. Mina was persistent, pestering Dahyun to give her your number when she never heard back from you that day. You started teaching her painting twice a week at your house, and sometimes Chaeyoung would tag along. It was a relief when Chaeyoung was there because her presence made the atmosphere more relaxed, and she would always fill the silence with her corny jokes.

However, today it was just you and Mina, along with Haerin, who had made herself comfortable on your sofa and had fallen asleep.

The brunette arrived excited with a bottle of sparkling champagne in hand to share with you and a can of orange soda for Haerin, who seemed to have moved into your apartment.

The two of you were perched on your balcony with your easels, capturing the breathtaking sunset of Seoul, with the towering skyscrapers and the soft reflection of the sunset on the glass windows. The cold wind was blowing in your faces, making the tip of Mina's nose red and your hands shake.

Mina had a natural talent for painting and easily grasped the rules to mastering watercolor. You both painted together in silence for hours, occasionally throwing each other a question here and there. You tried your best not to be affected by her presence, but sometimes it felt like she could hear how loud your heart was beating or how much you stuttered when she smiled that breathtaking smile at you. You knew that you were digging your own grave as the more time you spent with her, the more you fell for her.

"I can't seem to get the color of the sunlight on the building right," Mina muttered, furrowing her brows in frustration. "It's missing something." She continued to frown at her painting.

You cautiously maneuvered your way over to her side, careful to avoid any body contact.

"Maybe add a bit of brown," you commented after a close inspection.

You gingerly added a bit of auburn brown onto her palette, mixing it with a bit of white, before helping her add soft lines to her painting.

Stepping back, you and Mina looked at the easel, nodding in satisfaction.

"Perfect," Mina smiled her gummy smile at you. "I never thought brown would fit with the yellow streaks, I thought the exact opposite."

You shrugged, walking back to your own easel. "Sometimes, the most out-of-place color is actually the right color."

"I always thought brown was a bit boring and simple," Mina said, deep in thought.

"I strongly disagree."

"Really? Then how come you dyed your hair blonde?" The girl teased.

"Shut it, my hair was black, not brown," you defended yourself. "And brown is not boring, it's actually one of my favorite colors."

"How so?"

"It's warm and gentle, like a sense of home. You can't have a world of pastel colors without dark colors to balance it out, or else it'll just be chaotic and unnaturally bright," you gave her a soft smile.

"And there's nothing wrong with simple. The simple things are the ones you often cherish the most, and the people who are simple are the ones who will cherish you the most."

"Noted," Mina let out a chuckle. "I'll keep my brown hair to cherish your blonde head."

"You're so lame," you rolled your eyes, going red at her flirting.

As you continued to paint, Mina studied your profile with a deep fascination, noticing how the light seemed to dance on your newly bleached hair, casting a heavenly glow around your head like a golden halo. Your ivory skin exuded a gentle warmth, radiating from within and captivating her attention. She found herself drawn to you, from the way you think to how your eyes crinkle when you really laugh. This feeling was foreign, and Mina was scared of how quickly she got attached to you.

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After an hour of painting, the sun had dipped below the horizon, and you both retired to the living room to rest and order takeout. You were going to visit Karina later at the hospital, and Mina asked to tag along.

As you sat beside Mina on the sofa, scrolling through your phone, she hummed a soft tune to herself and tenderly brushed Haerin's blonde locks off her face. Haerin was sound asleep with her head resting on Mina's lap. You reminded yourself to be cautious with your actions, as Haerin had quickly bleached her hair after seeing your new look, and had a habit of emulating everything you do.

While stretching, Mina caught sight of your tattoo peeking out from under the sleeves of your thin shirt, which had ridden up slightly. She was curious since you always wore long-sleeved shirts or jackets and had never revealed it before.

“942.” She suddenly said out loud, startling you.

You turned to look at her, confused by her sudden announcement.

“Your tattoo.”

“O-oh, yeah. I have 942 days left.” You replied sheepishly.

“You haven’t found your soulmate yet?” The girl looked at you shocked, her big brown eyes boring into you.

You paused, thinking carefully about how to answer without giving too much away. “I did find them.”

“Oh.” Mina was a bit disappointed, but she couldn’t figure out why. “Why haven’t you established the connection then?”

You hesitated, “I don’t think I will, but I’m not sure yet.”

“Why not?” Mina asked. “Won’t you fade away if the time is up?”

You explained, “I think it’s unfair to force Itinerants to accept you just because you don’t want to die, when they don’t even really feel the connection the same way you do.”

“How do Waywards feel?” Mina tilted her head and looked at you. “How do you feel?”

You gulped, nervous about how your soulmate was asking you about the connection. The conversation was treading on dangerous waters.

“I feel like my heart is about to burst whenever they’re near, and suddenly the world isn’t that black and dreary. Like their presence can tame the roughest of waters, making it feel like home.” You played with your fingers, avoiding her gaze, “But when they’re not here, I feel like an empty shell, and the thought of them brings calamity to my heart.”

The only sound in the room was the heavy breathing of Haerin, who still slept peacefully on Mina’s lap.

After what felt like an eternity, Mina finally said, “I’m sorry you have to go through that.”

You replied casually, “It’s fine, I’m used to it.”

Mina urged, “Have you asked them if they wanted to be with you?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s better to keep it this way.”

“I think it’s unfair if you don’t give them a chance to choose,” Mina interjected, slightly worked up. She was unhappy that you had to be in pain, and was worried that you’ll choose to go through what Karina is currently going through right now.

“It won’t make much of a difference.” You said nonchalantly, “I’m not good enough for them, and they’re already dating someone.”

The thought of Mina being with Jeno still brought a pang to your heart, so you always tried to avoid thinking about it.

“They’re stupid if they don’t choose you.” Mina huffed, annoyed at how you always thought so lowly about yourself. “You’re one of the best people I know.”

Trying to shift the focus, you asked Mina, “What do you think about the connection?”

Mina took a moment to think before answering, “I’m not sure. But I would like to know my Wayward, even if there’s a possibility that we might not be together.”

You hummed, feeling a bit lighter at her response as Haerin cuddled into Mina’s stomach like a cat, not waking up.

“I think they’ve been a bit busy lately.” She said suddenly, causing you to look at her in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

She pulled down her sleeve and showed you the tattoo; it looked different than the last time you saw it.

“More colors have been showing up on the palette,” she said, “It used to only have black, white, and grey for the longest time.”

You leaned closesr to take a look, heart thumping frantically at the nearness of her.

The palette and your initials (C, the letter of Y/FN) remained the same, but there were now new colors on it: a soft gold, pink, and dark red.

“Wherever they are, I hope they’re having a good time.” Mina said softly, “and I hope they find me soon. I’d like to meet them.”

“They’ll be glad to see you, I’m sure.” you said, smiling reassuringly at the kind-hearted girl.

“I hope you tell your soulmate about you,” Mina said, “and if they reject you, I’ll fight them. I can’t lose my friend.”

You laughed loudly, awakening the sleeping girl on Mina’s lap. “You sound just like Ryujin.”

 “Is that for me?” Haerin exclaimed, sitting up abruptly and spotting the orange soda that Mina had brought and placed on the coffee table.

You and Mina chuckled as the cat-like girl eagerly gulped down the soda, her eyes widening with excitement, and her bangs sticking up like a rooster's comb.

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After a quick dinner, you and Mina drove Haerin home before heading to the hospital. You couldn't help but feel a bit concerned about how no one seemed to ever be home whenever you drop off the younger girl, so you made a mental note to ask her about it the next day.

As you drove slowly, Mina played a few songs from her phone, and the sound of rain hitting the car's roof filled the silence. An hour later, you finally arrived at the hospital, feeling prepared to be scolded by Karina for being late. You expected to see the girl with her arms crossed, sulking on her hospital bed.

However, what you saw when you pushed open the door to her hospital room was something you never thought you’d see, and wished you had never seen.

You pushed open the door to Karina's hospital room with Mina following closely behind.

"Hey Karina, I'm so sorry-" Your words trailed off as you dropped the bag of snacks you had bought for her in shock.

Mina bumped into you, her face planting into the back of your winter coat.

"Y/N," she complained, leaning over to see what had stopped you. "Oh... Oh.”

Ryujin was in the room, as usual. But this time, instead of Karina ignoring her, Karina was actually sitting on Ryujin's lap, making out with the wires still attached to her. The heart monitor beeped frantically as they continued to ignore it.

Karina opened her eyes and saw you and Mina staring at them in shock. She immediately pulled away from Ryujin and cleared her throat, her face burning in embarrassment, while Ryujin just laughed at the look on your faces.

"Okay, we'll leave you guys to it," you joined in on Ryujin's laughter, happy that Karina had finally given in.

Mina, on the other hand, had her hand over her eyes, her ears red in shock.

"Y/N, it's not what you think," Karina glared at you, her face still red. "We're not dating or anything."

"Yeah, we're not dating," Ryujin nodded at you, her face serious.

Karina quickly agreed.

"We're just gonna get our connection established and get married," Ryujin continued, her face slowly contorting into a teasing grin.

“OW!” Ryujin held her arm as Karina harshly slapped her at the comment.

“Congratulations.” Mina randomly said, giving an awkward shy smile.

Karina let out an exasperated huff, shaking her head as you and Ryujin burst into laughter at Mina’s comment.

“I’m happy for you.” You said after catching your breath.

“I’m glad I can keep both of my best friends.”

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After a quick chat, you and Mina decided to leave and give the girls some alone time. Although you were happy with how things turned out for the couple, you were growing sick of how they would look at each other with googly eyes.

The rain had finally stopped, and the night felt cooler than before. However, with Mina's warm presence beside you, you couldn't feel the cold breeze as you walked toward the parking lot. The roads were wet and glistening like a sea of diamonds, reflecting the moonlight and stars above, which seemed to be scattered across the sky like a beautiful tapestry.

The night was beautiful, but was nothing compared to Mina’s breathtaking presence.

Mina suddenly stopped, her eyes squinting as she focused on something. "Do you hear that?" she asked.

You halted your steps and listened carefully. "What?" you asked. "I don't hear anything."

"Shh..." Mina put her hand up, tilting her head. "There!"

You heard it too, a soft rustle coming from behind a bush, followed by a faint "meow."

Curious, the idol quickly moved towards the bush, pulling back the leaves to reveal a soggy brown box. She gingerly pulled open the sodden box, and inside was a small, auburn brown kitten, wet and shivering.

"Poor thing," Mina whispered, pulling off her sweater to wrap it around the kitten. The little creature purred in her arms as she started to rub it dry.

"Someone left it in the cold to die," she said, anger in her voice. It tormented her how some people could throw away a life without a care.

Mina was only wearing a t-shirt underneath her sweater, and you quickly took off your jacket and covered it over her shoulders when you saw the goosebumps on her skin.

"C'mon, let's get out of the cold," you said. "We can bring the kitten to my place, I'll take it to the vet tomorrow."

Mina nodded and gave you a toothy smile. She was happy that you had agreed to let her bring the cat without her having to say anything.

"Haerin's going to explode with excitement when she sees it," Mina laughed as you continued to walk toward your car.

"She's gonna talk my ear off, and it'll be your fault," you nudged the shorter girl playfully.

"I'll drop by tomorrow right after my practice," Mina promised. "Haerin can talk my ears off instead."

"I'd like that," you said, smiling.

You finally arrived at your car and pulled out a blanket from the trunk to make a makeshift bed for the kitten in the backseat. As Mina gently set the kitten down, you couldn't help but notice something.

“The kitten’s fur is the exact same color as your hair.” You said.

“Huh, what a coincidence.” Mina pulled a strand of her auburn hair and comparing it to the kitten’s fur. “Must be fate.”

“We can name it Penguin.” You suggested.

“Why?” Mina looked at you questioningly.

"Because you walk like a penguin," you teased, quickly jumping away to avoid Mina's playful slap.

"Yah!" Mina giggled, failing to look angry, "Kang Y/N!"

"My last name isn't Kang," you said, confused.

"What?" Mina was equally confused, her eyebrows furrowing. "I thought you were Haerin's sister."

You burst into laughter, finding Mina's perplexed look amusing. "We're not related. We just look alike," you explained, "She likes to come over to my house because of free food."

"Oh," Mina shook her head in embarrassment. "Sorry."

"It's fine. People mistake us for sisters all the time," you reassured her, opening the car door for her.

"Thanks," Mina said as she got into the car. "What's your last name then?"

“Cho.”

Cho. The name echoed in Mina’s ears as she lay in her bed.

Cho, Y/N.

Your initials were the same as the one on her tattoo.

A brief sting came from her wrists, and she slowly raised her hand to look at it under the soft yellow light of her dorm.

A new color appeared on the palette

auburn brown.

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Sorry to keep y'all waiting! It's been a hectic week. Who is your favorite character so far? Who do you want to see more in the next chapters?

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[alcoholfreenayeon]

Anger Management

Mina x Reader

Request: I can make a request where the reader asks to dry mine's hair with pure cuteness (both date)

‘Thank you for coming!’, the cashier said cheerfully as you exited the shop.

You were going to meet Mina and had decided to get some snacks, knowing she must have just come back from practice and will be hungry.

You reach her and are greeted by a smile as Mina lets you in.

‘I got some snacks!’ You declare showing her the packet.

Mina slowly reaches in and has a look through them and then looks at you, slightly disappointed, ‘Y/n I don’t really like any of these.’

‘Well, what did you want then Mina? Because I-’, you begin but get cut off.

‘Never mind, it’s alright.’, Mina replies as she takes a packet of what appears to be gummies and a bottle of orange juice.

You stay silent, feeling awkwardness brewing around the corner. However you get a chance to clear the air when you notice that Mina seems to be struggling to open the packet.

You attempt to take it from her but she stops.

I told you y/n it’s fine I’ll-

I’m just opening it’, you interrupted and tried to force it open, unfortunately you used too much force and caused the gummies to fly everywhere. This caused Mina to jerk in surprise, her arm, hitting the bottle of juice and causing it to spill all over her.

She’s gasps in horror, horror which quickly turns to anger. ‘UGH! I just want to spend some time with you but you’re just…..so miserable! Can’t do anything right!’

You listen to in complete shock as you rarely ever hear her raise her voice, never mind snap at you like that. ‘I’m sorry, I-I was just trying to-to help y-

Stop blabbering idiot! I don’t want it now!

Mina…I’m sorry but don’t you think your taking it too far?

She doesn’t respond and just looks away glaring at the walls.

‘Fine then!’ You snap back and storm out of the room.

‘Mina you ok? You have been acting distracted today. This is the fifth time you messed up the dance’, Jihyo asks in worry knowing it’s extremely odd for Mina to make so many mistakes.

‘I’m…I’m ok.’, Mina replies unconvincingly.

‘Ok, let’s do one last try and then we take a break’ Jihyo orders.

All the members seem to be in sync this time and it seems to be going well until Mina nearly messes up but jerks back in her position but this causes Nayeon to flinch and the move ends right there. Jihyo sighs in frustration, ‘We need to do better girls, we only have a few weeks before our tour. We can’t make these mistakes.’ Everyone murmurs in agreement head to the cafeteria, discussing what they are going to eat. Mina however, hangs back, staying quiet.

As all the girls give their orders and chatter as they wait for their food, Mina keeps quiet and instead flicks through her phone, hoping to see a reply from you. She opens the inbox to see her “I’m sorry” still unread from yesterday. Her heart breaking upon seeing it, she swallows slowly, not knowing what to do next.

She puts down her phone, hoping that practice is over soon so she can call you, only to find Chaeyoung and Sana staring at her with worried looks. She quickly looks away from her knowing that some of the members are starting realize something is up. However, before they are able to say anything the food is brought to them and all attention is switched quickly to it.

Taking a deep breath, Mina looks at the kimchi rice she ordered and takes a small bite but she couldn’t swallow it. Her chest felt heavy and it felt like her throat had closed up making it hard to breathe. Taking another deep breath, Mina forces herself to swallow, feeling sick to her stomach. She looks down in shame and her lips begin to quiver.

Mina?, Nayeon asks with concern putting her hand on her back. However to her surprise, Mina just puts her head in her heads, hiding her face. By this point, all the other members noticed her and gathered around her, concerned to see their beloved member in this state.

Their worry only increase when they start to hear her sob. Doing the best they can, everyone tries to comfort and reassure her but it’s difficult when they don’t know what the issue is.

Jihyo, feeling worried and guilty asks Mina if this was because she called her out for messing up the dance. Mina shakes her head and replies, ‘I fought with y/n, and now y/n is mad at me.’

She explained the events of yesterday, she had stopped crying but she still looked pretty shaken up. When she finished, everyone looked quite shocked.

‘Mina unnie….you really said that…whoa I didn’t think you could be that blunt’ Chaeyoung commented

I…..I don’t know…we were just…and then I just snapped and then I said some things and then y/n ended up storming off. Now Y/n isn’t replying to my texts, not even reading them. The girls then begin suggesting what she could do to try and make up with you.

You were still upset over Mina’s outburst. You didn’t understand why a small mistake would warrant such an uncharacteristic outburst from your girlfriend. Like sure, maybe yesterday was a bad day for her and yes you did cause the gummies to fall everywhere but she was the one who spilled the juice and she was the one who snapped at you. Of course you did feel bad for not replying to her texts, your heart is screaming at you to reply, unfortunately, your ego is stopping you from doing that.

While you are debating with yourself about whether you should atleast read her messages or not, you get a text from Nayeon, she wants to know if you’d be up try some new food places with her. Obvious no brainer for you.

You knock on Nayeon’s door and are surprised to see Dahyun open it. You both greet each other and Dahyun leads to you the kitchen where you find Mina…..

The next thing you know, there’s some hushed whispering and the door behind you shuts leaving you in the kitchen alone with Mina followed by giggling from outside the room. You sigh as it all makes sense to you now.

Mina looks at you with guilt, her arms to her sides, unsure of whether she should say something or not. She manages to gather some courage and begins to frantically apologize, ‘ Y/n I’m really really sorry…..I shouldn’t have acted like it. I won’t make any excuse. Please forgive me.’

Hearing and seeing her act like that immediately broke all your resolve and it took everything you had to not run up to her and embrace her tightly.

You slowly nod and give her a weak smile. ‘It’s alright Mina….I probably pushed you over…..’ you fall silent as Mina rushes and hugs you tightly. Slowly you wrap your arms around her as well.

#twice #kpop gg #kpop scenarios #kpop headcanons #kpop imagines #myoui mina #reader x idol #sharon myoui #twice mina

[sevenpersona]

Shy Admiration

Yoongi/Reader

Co-workers to lovers, basically strangers to lovers.

Summary: You always found Yoongi to be quite cold with others but he shows you a different side to him when you bump into him in a different environment.

Taehyung and Chaeyoung are mentioned and make small appearances.

This is a lot longer than my 320 word Drabble lmao! This is just over 2000 words so if it’s not for you understandable! Also I wrote this around 12:30am last night so 🥺 if things don’t make sense ignore pls

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Sighing as you flag down the bartender for another Vodka and orange, you settle further onto the cushioned stool. Sipping your new drink, warmth runs through your body, replacing the cold chill that began to creep in. Debating whether or not to leave your friends drinks and escape to the sanctity of home, a familiar man sits a few seats away. Tilting your head and stealing glances at the man, you aren’t surprised when he turns in your direction, sensing your gaze on him.

You are surprised however to see that the mystery man is your infamously withdrawn coworker Min Yoongi. He doesn’t really look like he belongs in a place like this, but you suppose neither do you. Although you had turned your attention back to your drink, it seems the tables had now turned, and you feel his gaze boring into you. Fair is fair, you supposed.

Even though you had been cube neighbours for a few months, the amount of times you had interacted were limited. He was, well is intimidating, often refusing to eat lunch with the other staff, cutting them off shortly with a sharp retort about wasting his time with mindless gossip, and generally keeping to himself. While that wasn’t a bad thing keeping to oneself, he takes it to an almost isolated level. You think the only person you have seen him have a genuine conversation with is Kim Taehyung in HR, but let’s be honest, Taehyung is a social butterfly and if anyone could befriend someone like Yoongi it would most definitely be him.

Your phone flashes, distracting you from the thought of Min Yoongi. Glimpsing at your phone, your close friend Chaeyoung has sent you a message from the dance floor.

‘Come dance with me!’ it reads.

Contemplating how likely it is that she’ll just drag you to the dance floor anyway, you hop of your seat drink firmly in hand. As you turn to make your way to the dance floor you unexpectedly come face to face with Yoongi. Eyes widened you take a step back to create some distance from the man.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.” His voice deep and richer than the few times you had heard him speak. Yoongi was adorned in a black silky shirt and tight skinny jeans, looking unapproachably hot.

“Well, I could say the same.” You retorted, feeling a little off balance and wondering if you almost colliding was a coincidence or if he came up to you for a reason.

“Kim Taehyung dragged me here.” He defends, exasperation floods his features. “Told me he knew a place that stocks great whisky,” He shakes his head, as you take a moment to appreciate the long strands of hair swaying artfully. “What he didn’t mention was that it was a club.” Yoongi’s brow furrows as though tricked.

Yoongi’s gaze fixates back on you as he comes back from his thoughts, moving closer to lean on the bar. His eyes drink you in, it’s as though he’s never seen you before. Dressing in loose business casual attire does nothing for your figure so you always enjoy the reactions of your colleagues on the rare occasion they spot you out and about. And while clubbing isn’t an activity you entirely enjoy, you do know how to dress for the occasion and look fantastic, if you may say so yourself.

He raises an eyebrow as to say your turn.

“I was convinced by my friends to come here.” You shrug, leaning against the bar yourself. “They all left me here at the bar for the dance floor or others though.” You huff again, the thought of your friends abandoning you dampening your mood, as you tip back the rest of your drink. Facing Yoongi, as you place the now empty drink on the counter, a pout makes its way to your lips.

Chae and her message are long forgotten as Yoongi occupies your attention. His eyes flick down to your pout before coming back up to meet your eyes. Your own eyes snap away to avoid his stare, face a slight pink from the attention or maybe it was the alcohol affecting you.

“You have bad friends.” He grumbles, glaring out into the dance floor as if to pinpoint your friends. It’s kind of endearing that he’s worried about your choice of friends. “Unless my company is that bad that you’re pouting?”

“My friends mean well!” you defend, fidgeting with your outfit. “They just get distracted easily, but they always check up on me!”

Yoongi moves again and you can feel his warmth against your side, the smell of his cologne making your head spin. He whispers against you “And my company?”

Your cheeks flush as you turn away, his front now pressed to your back. He chuckles a little at how nervous you seem. “It’s nice.” you mumbled, flustered from his proximity.

His long hair touches your neck as he leans forward, lips against your ear. “Hmm, what was that?” you can feel him smirk against you, teasing you.

You turn to face him making sure he hears clearly. “I said your company is bearable.” Your flustered state giving way to a more composed you. A small teasing grin makes its way to your face, as you take in the way his eyes widened at your sudden switch in confidence.

Yoongi seems as though he had to do a software reboot, still for a second before he gives you a soft smile. Your heart beats faster, and you have to scold yourself not to focus too deep into the sweet look he’s giving you.

“If you can bear my presence for a little longer,” he shifts slightly moving to sit down on the seat next to where you are standing. “I’d like to get to know you better.” His cheeks are dusted pink, and you get the feeling he doesn’t say that often.

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A little while longer turns into a few hours talking away, getting to know each other. You obviously work in the same building, cubical neighbours after all. Yoongi talks about his dog, Min Holly, bringing up pictures to show you of his adorable toy poodle. He also talks about his friend group, which happens to include Taehyung, what a surprise.

You in turn talk about your friends who normally do not abandon you in clubs, your own pet, and hobbies. You’re a little shocked that he hasn’t zoned out after the ramble you went on about your interest in the solar system and how Pluto should have remained a planet, but he remained attentive until you had finished talking.

You check on your phone, turning it over to see it has been quite a while since Yoongi first approached you. Wincing as you also spot the many missed call notifications from your friends. If they knew you were speaking with a man at the bar, they would roast you so bad about not wanting to come out initially. You giggle a little at the thought.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours?” Head tilted towards you, curious. You look back towards Yoongi, just taking him in for a moment.

“I didn’t imagine my night turning out this well.” You respond, suddenly feeling contemplative. “What about you?” Slyly spitting out a question of your own, “Did I make your night, more bearable?”

He hums, pausing to sort out his thoughts. “Hmm, let me think on it,” Yoongi jokes. “I’m glad Taehyung decided to bring me here.” His cheeks pinken a bit, his eyes turning down to face the floor. “But I’m definitely, glad I spent some time with you.”

Your pulse races, at the thought that he enjoyed spending time with you. Feeling a bit bewildered that he rejects most of your co-workers attempts to get closer to him and yet approaches you, plants a small seed of infatuation in you. You could admit that Yoongi was beautiful, he was smart and a hard worker to boot, but his hard exterior was intimidating to say the least. The last couple hours with him have changed your perspective.

“I…” your phone buzzing cuts you off, as you hurry to answer it. “Hello?”

“Where are you?! I’ve been trying to call you for the last half an hour!” ahh Chaeyoung.

“I’m still at the bar.”

“Wait what?! We left that club an hour ago!”

“Well, no one told me?”

“We messaged you, like twice that we were leaving! Why haven’t you picked up your phone!”

“I…”

“Never mind, we are headed back to my house. Are you coming?”

“I, yeah ok. I’ll see you there, ok. Bye.”

You look at Yoongi, a little disappointed to end your conversation but not wanting to worry your friends.

“You have to go right?” His eyes look at you in understanding. You nod, pouting again. “Do you mind waiting for me to gather Taehyung?” Confusion is evident on your face. “It’s late out and I don’t want you to travel alone, I can call an uber and drop you off before going home.”

You open your mouth to try and refuse, but you are cut off yet again. “Y/N I’m not letting you go out alone in the middle of the night.” You think it’s the first time you’ve heard him say your name, and it surprises you into silence. He takes your silence as acceptance and leaves to corral Taehyung from the dance floor.

Yoongi comes back to you sitting in the same spot, an intoxicated Taehyung in tow. “Good girl.” He huffs out, frustrated with the lack of cooperation from Taehyung. Your face glows red and Yoongi stores your reaction in his mind.

“Princess!” Taehyung has noticed exactly who is at the bar, and he shoves Yoongi out of the way to give you a hug as Yoongi growls at him in return.

“Uber’s here, we are dropping ‘princess’ off first and then going home, understand?” Yoongi looks at Taehyung exasperated. He hmphs as both Taehyung and you nod in understanding.

The ride to Chae’s was quiet, Taehyung having fallen asleep halfway through and Yoongi seemingly content with the silence. As the car pulled up outside her house, Yoongi asked for your phone, and you assumed he needed to make a call. When you got your phone back you noticed he added his number to your contacts and looked up at him a bit dazed.

“Let me know if you need anything ok?” He looked slightly abashed but not at all regretful. When you agreed, a gummy smile appeared lighting his face up. It made him look so much softer and you were glad it was just you who got to receive it.

As you separated ways, you noticed the car was still there having not moved. As the door opened and Chaeyoung greeted you, out of the corner of your eye you saw the car drive away. The thought of Yoongi waiting until you were safe in her house was sweet and made your heartbeat faster.

Yoongi remained in your thoughts well into the night, and you huffed to yourself that he was dangerous shaking your heart up and taking up rent in your mind. A thought occurred to you as you were settling into bed. Would Yoongi know who was leaving cute handwritten poems on your desk? You settled that thought for now, tiredness getting the best of you.

The image of his gummy smile and pink cheeks stayed with you until you drifted off to sleep.

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Thank you for reading! You have reached the end!!!

I’m not sure if I want to turn this into a multi-chapter work or just leave it as a one shot. In any case I’ve left it open ended so comment below if you would like a follow up this 🫣

#yoongi x reader #suga x reader #Yoongi is soft only for you #intimidating Yoongi #Introvert reader #oblivious reader #secret admirer

[hyoyawns]

#polls

[twicearoundthesun]

[MiMo Family AU]

There was a lot of yelling coming from the open first-floor window. Mina stopped in her tracks, pausing to listen before she rang the doorbell; she couldn’t see in.

She could faintly hear footsteps thundering, getting further and closer, and loud, shrieking giggles. There was a big yell and a separate yelp, like someone had jumped out at another person to scare them.

“Surprise attack!!” Her daughter’s voice rang in her ears, full of glee. Mina smiled; Dahyun wasn’t usually this loud, especially outside of their home.

“Ohhh noo, not a surprise attack!” A woman’s voice answered. “Oh no – my own daughter, in on it too?”

“We made a truce!” another kid’s voice joined in – that must have been Chaeyoung. “FIRE!”

“Waaaaaahh!!!”

Mina couldn’t bite back the laugh that escaped her lips at the sudden, ridiculous noise of pure fear that came presumably from the woman who was watching them. She hadn’t interacted with Chaeyoung’s mother much outside of the necessary get-to-know-you-before-you’re-in-charge-of-my-kid phone call pre-playdate. She honestly couldn’t even put a face to the name – Hirai Momo; the school was large, Dahyun had only started at it this year, and she hadn’t shown much interest in having playdates with any of the children before now. Mina hadn’t been too worried, she’d been just as much of a homebody when she was a kid, but it was sort of a relief when she’d asked for this one.

She waited for the giggles of the supposed surprise attack to end before she pressed the doorbell.

“Ah, Dahyunnie, your mother’s here.”

“Nooooo Mom you have to stall her!” Chaeyoung sounded distraught.

“Chaeyoung-ah, if they’ve got places to be, that’d be very rude.”

She heard a small stampede run from the door as it swung open in front of Mina. And there stood who she assumed to be Hirai Momo.

She was a bit taller than Mina expected, and younger – maybe closer to her age than the rest of the parents at the school. Her black hair was pulled into a messy bun and she wore what appeared to be work khakis with an undershirt tucked in, and mismatched socks. The most notable part of her outfit, however, was the Velcro NERF target vest that was hanging around her neck with at least a dozen bright orange foam bullets stuck to the front.

Well, that and the very toned shoulders showcased by the lack of sleeves.

“Hi! Mrs… Dahyuns mom!” She sounded breathless. Mina gave her the benefit of the doubt. Running around playing velcro dart tag with two eleven-year-olds was taxing; she’d been in her fair share of nerf gun wars with her older brother growing up.

“Mina.” She smiled. “You can just call me Mina.”

“Very nice to meet you in person, Mina.”

“Likewise.”

Momo flashed her a bright smile and Mina was a little entranced. The woman cleared her throat.

“Would you like to come in? My daughter wants me to stall you.”

Mina smiled, glancing down at her phone. “I guess a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt. We have nowhere to be.”

A few more minutes turned into an hour, much to Dahyun and Chaeyoung’s delight. Mina completely lost track of time; Momo kept pouring tea and asking about work and Mina kept talking. It was refreshing to talk with someone who asked a question and payed attention to the whole answer. She didn’t get that often in her house, whether it be from her eleven-year-old daughter or her twenty-eight-year-old sister.

She got to learn a bit more about Hirai Momo as well – she was an architect for the city planner’s office, but she taught dance some weeknights as she’d minored in it in college after years and years of contemporary dance training growing up. Her eyes lit up when Mina shared she’d also trained for years, in classical and ballet, and Momo told her she’d need to stop by one of her night classes and show her how it’s done. She’d moved with her family from Japan in highschool, and was very impressed to hear that Mina came over by herself in college.

The conversation even slipped comfortably into Japanese, which Momo was thrilled about, since she didn’t get to use her native tongue that often. All of Chaeyoung’s aunts spoke only Korean, apparently, and Mina got the feeling they helped out a lot. Momo was surprised and impressed to hear that the main language spoken in Mina’s household was Japanese, and that Dahyun was fluent.

The conversation was cut off by Mina’s phone ringing. She’d missed three texts from Sana, who very much wanted her to know that as soon as she’d answered the call. Mina rolled her eyes and apologized, but after promising her she’d be home soon and hanging up she turned to her host.

“My sister’s going to be super insulted if we don’t go home and eat the sludge she so kindly cooked for dinner.”

Momo chuckled. “It sounds like she put lot of love into it, then.”

“She might need to try a little less of that, maybe.” Both women laughed. “Thank you so much for the tea and for watching Dahyun. She really had a blast, I can tell. She doesn’t get to do this often.”

“Well she was absolutely a delight. She’s welcome any time.” Momo smiled. “And Chaeyoung had a great time too. Hopefully we can get them together again soon.”

“Definitely.” Mina smiled back.

For a second, neither of them moved. Mina wanted to say more, but couldn’t get her brain to do much, not with Momo’s kind eyes on her like they were.

Momo cleared her throat and glanced away. “Let me go upstairs into the pillow fort and get them so you guys can be on your way, yeah?”

“Oh – I can get her. You don’t have to be the bearer of bad news.”

“Hmm… Yes I do.” Momo said slowly, already halfway up the stairs. “You don’t know the password to the pillow fort!” And she darted up the rest full-speed.

Mina found herself smiling after the woman.

She hoped Dahyun wanted another playdate soon.

#Mimo au #this needs a better name #but yeah #Mimo #dahyun #chaeyoung #mina #momo #twice au #twice fic #here we gooo

[kangjaehee]

the "m" word

She did it again. She used the “M” word again, this time not so casually. This time, she had that non-innocent innocent look in her eyes, one adjacent to the one she has when begging Chaeyoung with all she has to just let her come already. She’s doing something. This is premeditated. She’s trying to play a game. 

title: the "m" word

pairing: mcjaehee (more like jaehee x oc... but you see. tags.)

rating: explicit

tags: pwp, mommy kink, kink in public, masturbation, flogging, face-sitting, cunnilingus, dom/sub

word count: 7634

inspired by: this fic right here by webgf on ao3

TODAY WAS A PAINFULLY SLOW DAY at the Daffodil. Customers were coming in every twenty or so minutes to grab their lattes and pastries to-go, leaving the girls to busy themselves with whatever on the meanwhile. Chaeyoung was sure she saw the espresso machine being cleaned at least three times, and Chaewon had rearranged the pantry probably twice as many times. Jaehee seemed to be enjoying the stillness. She’d been calmer than usual the whole day, humming along as she went about making drinks and telling customers about their special roasts. 

Chaeyoung, for her part, was spending her time in between the kitchen, the tables, and the cash register, whenever that was needed. Making pastries was a cure to her boredom, but it didn’t dispel all of it– she still had to wait for stuff to bake and bread to rise. 

If only she hadn’t forgotten her tablet at home, that way she could actually do something productive with her time and get some commissions out of the way. But she was used to not bringing it, as shifts at the café required her to be alert at all times. She didn’t usually come on Wednesdays though, she took the blunt of Sunday mornings, Saturday afternoons, and Mondays, but today one of their pastry chefs had called in sick, and Chaeyoung had to be there to cover.

According to Jaehee, slow periods like these weren’t at all rare, even less so on weekdays. It was just Chaeyoung who wasn’t used to them. At least she managed to have some small talk and catch up with Chaewon and Bora, two of the baristas who she sees often yet doesn’t have the chance to do more than greet them, but small talk never excited her. 

After checking on her phone that absolutely nothing was going on in the chatroom, she decides to look through their orders to see if she could get started on something. The most urgent one was an orange caramel chocolate cake due Saturday. It was still a few days away, it wasn’t urgent per se, but Chaeyoung figured she could get started on it and alleviate some of Sojung’s workload for the week. 

She’s about to get the ingredients when she peeks two unmistakable figures from the window: one short with long brown hair, the other one taller, with thick glasses and a red mane. 

Chaeyoung nearly sprints when rushing out of the kitchen, almost jumping the counter when waving. “Oh my gosh, hello!” she says to Jiyeon and Saeyoung, the couple looking radiant as ever. They’ve been on their honeymoon to South America for the past three weeks, and they’ve both returned sporting tans. Jiyeon waves and Saeyoung throws his arms wide. “How are the newlyweds doing?”

“Mba’eichapa peime?” Saeyoung says, to which Chaeyoung laughs and Jaehee frowns. 

“What does that even mean?” Jaehee asks, bewildered.

“I’m pretty sure it’s ‘hello’ in guarani,” Jiyeon says. 

“Bingo,” Seven points at her. “It’s ‘How are you?’ to be more specific.”

“Ah,” Jaehee says. “Is it indigenous?”

“Yep. Paraguayan,” Jiyeon clarifies. “It sounds like a mix of japanese, korean, and spanish, it’s kinda fascinating.”

“Oh my god, I’ll look it up,” Chaeyoung says, shocked but also not really about the fact that Saeyoung had managed to pick up a whole new language. “So, South America was fun?” 

“Bonkers,” says Saeoyung, at the same time that Jiyeon says “Amazing.” “We climbed mountains, ziplined, surfed, ate spiders, swam with hippos…”

“You swam with hippos?” asks Jaehee, full of disbelief. 

“No,” Jiyeon laughs. “He wanted to though.”

“It’s just… they look so fluffy and calm and bouncy just laying in the water like this.” He arches himself back, imitating a hippo. Chaeyoung cackles, realizing only now how much he’s missed this guy. 

“No but seriously, it was gorgeous,” Jiyeon says. “The food was amazing, the beaches were beautiful… everything was just…” Out of words, she just waves her hands around, hoping to convey her feelings. “It was very hot though. But like, exotic.”

Jaehee nods. “Sounds like you guys had a great time. So… are you here to order anything or just visiting?”

She says it with the usual bright tone to her voice, but the way she just drops the question as if wanting them to actually get to the point draws snorts out of Chaeyoung and Jiyeon. Jaehee raises an eyebrow at their reactions. 

“Yeah,” Seven says, leaning towards the counter. “Um americano médio e um biscoito, por 

favor.” His portuguese is flawless. 

Jaehee’s eyes are wide. “In a language I understand, please?” She almost laughs. 

“Okay, okay,” Saeyoung says between the laughter. “Een medium americano en een koekje, please.”

Chaeyoung absolutely loses it at the dutch, which again, is flawless. She facepalms on the counter, banging her hand against it. Jaehee, for her part, is letting out “my goodness”s in between laughs. After a second, she gets up to prepare his order. 

“Wait, how do you not speak dutch? Your girlfriend is dutch!” Saeyoung exclaims, which would be dangerous if it wasn’t just them and the staff at the café. 

“A medium americano and a cookie. Roger that,” Chaeyoung clarified, busying herself with making the drink. 

“Yeah, I got that much,” Jaehee says, managing the register. 

Jiyeon orders a latte and a white velvet cake, which she claims to have missed terribly. The couple sits on a table close to a window, and Chaeyoung goes back to the kitchen. As much as she’d like to join them, it would not be a good look should another customer walk in. Jaehee follows her, looking to restore the cookie platter. 

“Hey, I’m gonna get started on this cake due Saturday,” Chaeyoung informs her. 

“Oh, that’s great,” Jaehee says, making a chocolate chip cookie tower. “Sojung’s going to love that, she always stays overtime for these orders…”

“If it’s that much trouble, maybe I can come in and do them. I don’t have any issues.” She would actually like some weekly cake decorating. 

“I’ll tell her for sure,” Jaehee says. 

Checking over her ingredients, Chaeyoung realizes something. “Honey, can you pass me the vinegar?”

Jaehee grabs the bottle from a cabinet and sets it on the table where Chaeyoung is with the rest of the ingredients. “Here you go, Mommy,” she says, and leaves in a flash, brown waves and a yellow blouse flowing out through the door. 

Chaeyoung is frozen in her place. She can’t even look in the door’s direction. 

What in the world did she just call her?

She swallows, heart thumping. She doesn’t need to catch her reflection anywhere to know she’s beet red. Did she seriously just call her Mommy? Just like that? Unprompted? What for? Was Chaeyoung hearing things?

It was true that they weren’t exactly doing it as much these days, at least not as much as they used to. The last time they had actual sex, actually played was weeks ago, right after the wedding, in a much-needed borderline cathartic affair. After that they’d both needed to recover, and then life caught up to them, and neither had the time or energy for anything more than a sensual makeout session. 

Chaeyoung wasn’t really minding it. After all, it wasn’t like she couldn’t spend quality time with Jaehee these days. But maybe she was hornier than previously anticipated, maybe enough that her brain was making her hear things. Wait, no, that seems unlikely. But Jaehee just dropping her honorific like that, in a perfectly mundane situation, also does. Almost as much as her abstinence hallucinations. 

Because, why on earth would she do that? To send a sign? To get a reaction? Well, she certainly did… but even then, Jaehee was one to communicate her wants clearly. If she wanted to fuck, she would say it outright, not randomly drop the honorific reserved for their intense sexual roleplay scenarios. Much less do so in a setting where she knew they could be overheard. She knew doing it in a setting that risked exposure was somewhat of a kink of Jaehee’s, one that she knew how to exploit, but even that didn’t explain this. And she wasn’t one to get reactions out of people either. So, what was this for?

Chaeyoung didn’t even know if she’d ask her about it later. The situation seemed so weird that even bringing it up would feel awkward. She just busied herself with making the cake, milk, flour, and butter becoming the center of her focus. Either way, she couldn’t let this get to her. 

Jaehee came back around half an hour later, cakes already in the oven and Chaeyoung having moved on to making the frosting. She barely hears Jaehee enter over the whirr of the blender. The first thing she does is check the cakes, putting them back in the oven when she realizes they’re not done. “These need around ten more minutes,” she claims. 

Chaeyoung nods, pulling the spatula out of the mixer. The cakes might not be ready, but the frosting very much is. She tenses as Jaehee approaches her and tastes the frosting with a finger. It’s cream cheese. 

She looks up at Chaeyoung as she tastes it, large honey eyes open wide. She’s not that close, yet Chaeyoung is burning– she’s not sure if the woman has ulterior motives, but she’s definitely awakening something within her. She licks a little bit of leftover frosting from her rosy lips, and Chaeyoung has to hold herself back from doing that herself. 

“What’s the verdict, chef?” She jests, one playful eyebrow raised. 

“It’s delicious, Mommy,” she says, voice light and a tiny smile on her lips. 

For the second time today, Chaeyoung is absolutely frozen, heart and pussy thumping, face red, mouth slightly agape. Jaehee leaves just as she did before. 

“Tell me if you need help with the caramel,” she said and closed the door. 

“Okay,” is all Chaeyoung can manage as she wills her muscles to move. 

Kang Jaehee, what the hell?

She did it again. She used the “M” word again, this time not so casually. This time, she had that non-innocent innocent look in her eyes, one adjacent to the one she has when begging Chaeyoung with all she has to just let her come already. She’s doing something. This is premeditated. She’s trying to play a game. 

And if she wants to play a game, then Chaeyoung will play along… but she was going to do it on her terms. If her girl wanted to be a brat for a change, Chaeyoung was going to take the opportunity and show her that Mommy’s not one to be messed with easily. 

The worst part is, she’s not in any way immune. She’s not just flustered, embarrassed as if she’s just been told a dirty little secret, but she can feel herself wanting to play along, can feel her mental gears begging to shift. Almost stops being Chaeyoung in a work shift and becomes Mommy, whose entire world is her little princess, who is being so good for her and is just so beautiful that she doesn’t want to do anything but reward her and protect her.

Except she isn’t. Right now, her girl isn’t being good, she’s being inexplicably naughty… and in such a subtextual way too, almost as if she doesn’t want Mommy to notice it. It’s outrageous, actually.

There was nothing that displeased her more than attitude. She was one to lay down specific rules, and punish sternly when those were broken. She trained her girl to obedience with praise and discipline in equal amounts, and Jaehee was perfect at taking it. Now this wasn’t exactly against any rule, but she was clearly trying to get something out of it, tip the scales of power. Chaeyoung was going to get to the bottom of this, and then Mommy was gonna work her magic after work. 

She uses the “M” word twice more before lunch: once after Chaeyoung asks her to wash the cakes in simple syrup, another when she brings her a small latte. That second occurrence makes her heart melt a little. “I made you a latte, Mommy, I figured you could use one after working so hard.” She even indulged her then, playing on with the dynamic with a “Thank you, princess.” 

Then, she tells herself to fucking get it together. Stick to her decision from earlier, not let herself be swayed by large honey eyes and an equally sweet voice. God, she fucking hates brats. Topping from the bottom. Whatever name this attempted disruption has. What Jaehee was doing just now was surely crossing some kind of line she didn’t know was there. Not even she attempted as much during her own bratty antics.

Which is perhaps what compels her to finally build up her resolve, and when lunchtime comes, she approaches Jaehee and grabs her by the elbow with a stern “We need to talk.”

She doesn’t react at all until they’re in the storage room, the most sealed place in this entire establishment, and Chaeyoung lets go of her arm. She adjusts her sleeve and says. “Did something happen? Is something wrong?” with a worried frown. 

Oh. She thought this was about something serious. Well, that’s a little bit funny. “We need to discuss your behavior today, little one.”

Instantly she catches on what this is actually about, and the frown is out in a second. “Why, Mommy, did I do something wrong?”

You’re a surprisingly good actress, Kang Jaehee. “Calling me Mommy here? Multiple times? Where you know people could hear us? Where you know Mommy’s unable to care for you like she’d want to?”

Jaehee swallows, still adjusting her wrist, although now Chaeyoung is sure it’s from nerves only. “Unless you want everyone here to know you’re Mommy’s dirty little girl,” she continues, taking advantage of the upper hand she does not intend to lose. “Is that what you want, Jaehee? For everyone in our lovely little bakery to know how you’re such a good girl for Mommy? How tight your little hole is when I fuck it with my fingers? Because if that’s so, then you should’ve just said it…”

Although the girl is making an attempt to keep her facial expression as it is, Chaeyoung realizes the idea at least excites her a little, if the slight lip bite is a sign of anything. 

“I… just…” she begins. Chaeyoung finds it somewhat adorable how she trips over her words. “You said you were bored, Mommy. I wanted to help you out.”

…Oh. So, that was it. 

“...You can use the colors too, you know?” Jaehee says after the silence drags on for too long. 

“Green,” Chaeyoung says. “Green. It’s just.. I’m confused, that’s all. And a little uncomfortable, because… why?”

“I just wanted your day to be a little less boring,” Jaehee said. As Jaehee, not Mommy’s girl. “So I came up with an idea. But if it makes you uncomfortable, it’s fine. I won’t do it in public anymore. I was just… trying to tease, that’s all.”

My God, she was blushing so much it was actually making Chaeyoung a little sad. This was nothing to fret over, a very innocent and maybe even sweet prank. If anyone were to actually hear them, they’d probably just think they were weird and mind their own business. Still, she wasn’t sure she could be her Mommy while in public. For her, it was a bedroom-only thing. Maybe sometimes around the house as well, when Jaehee needed to relax and release. 

To her and Jaehee’s surprise, Chaeyoung laughed. Because, how could she be mad? Yes, it had been strange and made her feel weird in the middle of a shift, but Jaehee was just trying to make her feel better. She wasn’t one for lighthearted pranks, and the attempt was, frankly, a little cute. “God, you’re kind of unbelievable, sometimes.”

Jaehee’s more confused than anything. “So… are we good?”

“Yes,” Chaeyoung says with an intense nod. “Yes, of course we are.”

Jaehee smiles, tension leaving her shoulders. 

“...You know what, we’ll discuss that later,” Chaeyoung said, the lightbulb in her brain turning on. “But yes, I’d like it if you stopped for today, And there’s one thing you should know, little brat…” the tone in her voice dropped in the last phrase. 

She hummed in anticipation, so sensitive to Chaeyoung’s every reaction. 

“So far, it looks like this evening won’t be nice for you. You better stop your antics now, unless you’re looking for real trouble…”

“Okay, Mommy,” she says. The tension her role requires is a facade, covering her entire body, but the undercurrent of want driving her is revealed in her eyes. 

Chaeyoung gives her one last devilish, delightful smirk before she heads for the door. “Good girl,” she whispers, and leaves. 

She doesn’t need to look back to know the state Jaehee’s in right now: mouth dry, face red, cunt throbbing. She’s won this round, and the last is already hers. 

DUSK COMES WITH ITS OWN DUTIES AT the Daffodil. When their 7 P. M. closing time comes, the sun is far beneath the earth, having ended its shortened winter shift long ago. The four workers left at the café– Chaeyoung and Jaehee, as well as two other baristas, Eunbi and Mina– are left to sweep the place, stock the fridges with whatever’s salvageable from the display, count what’s on the register, and draft an inventory. The work is done silently, the day weighing on the tired workers. 

But for Chaeyoung, today wasn’t over by a long shot– and Jaehee was about to find out it wasn’t over for her as well. Because Mommy intended to teach her girl a lesson right where her disobedience took place. She was lucky neither Mina nor Eunbi waited for them to be ready to leave. 

It was just the two of them now, in an empty half lit café. Jaehee was heading to the back room to grab her things when Chaeyoung stops her with a little “Uh-uh.”

The girl freezes, white sneakers glued to the floor. 

“Did I ever say we were leaving, little brat?”

Her words, the sureness in her voice, the way Jaehee turns with a fearful yet curious expression, a bunny facing a lion… it all fuels Chaeyoung, gives her the power and the confidence to become what she needs to. She narrows her eyes. “You’re funny, you know? Teasing Mommy all day long during work… and then expecting to go home just like that? I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way, darling.” She takes a couple paces– short ones, meant to warn only. “With your stark misbehavior today, you’ve surely earned yourself one hell of a punishment.”

She sees how Jaehee’s breath hitches, how she bites her lower lip. Great. “I, uh… I figured we’d do that once we got home, Mommy.”

“Oh, how innocent my girl is sometimes…” She grabs a side of Jaehee’s face, wanting to lean closer, but not yet. Jaehee wants to as well, but Chaeoyung can see she’s waiting for the command, for the signal. So obedient. “Mommy figured you needed a reminder of when  and where it is proper to demand her attention. And what better way to do it than in the places where you shouldn’t? So that the next time you want to be a needy little whore, you’ll remember Mommy’s lesson…”

She watches keenly as every single word takes effect, landing on the bobbing of Jaehee’s throat, in the way she’s lightly clutching her legs, in the quickening rise and fall of her chest. Chaeyoung knows this is what Jaehee wants, knows that whatever’s about to happen will haunt her for a long time… and that the “punishment” will most definitely not work. They’ve been trying to figure out ways to bring their kinky activities to their workplace just for the pure fun of it, but coming up with discreet enough scenes was hard and having the courage to carry them out was even harder. Maybe this could be a start. 

“Now, Mommy would like to get this over with quickly so that we can go home and rest. Don’t make me wait and strip,” Chaeyoung commanded. Jaehee was eager, but hesitant. She eyes the windows, still open. “I’ll close them,” Chaeyoung said. “I want this to be a feast for my eyes alone.”

Flustered, Jaehee began undressing as Chaeyoung drew the curtains as fast as she could. They were sheer, not blocking the light out completely, but definitely keeping what would happen next within the walls of the café. When she was done, she stood a few paces away from Jaehee, watching as she carried out the command. She folded each piece of clothing neatly and set it on a table– one of Mommy’s rules, there to make the cleanup job easier. Her shoes and socks went first, then her blouse, then pants, and lastly her underwear. That was always Cheyoung’s favorite part. The reveal of the glint of arousal in her crotch, the way her nipples perked up at the sudden shock of cold. 

Soon, her girl was as naked as a newborn, facing her with her chin down and hands behind her back. Open, exposed, muscular and soft and unbelievably stunning. She wanted nothing more than to embrace her and cover every single last inch of skin in kisses, leave love bites in her chest and inner thighs, squeeze her boobs and ass until her hands were imprinted on them, claim her, consume her. But Mommy wasn’t here tonight to please her little princess. No. After begging for her attention all day, it was the last thing she deserved. 

“Come sit here,” she said, patting a table next to her. “On your knees. We don’t want any of the mess your pussy’s making to stain the wood, do we?” 

“Okay, Mommy,” she said in the most exasperatedly aroused voice. God, she was causing Chaeyoung to make quite the mess herself. 

Sitting on her heels on the small round table, her girl looked like a four-course meal. But it wasn't time for that yet. “Tell me, Jaehee,” she said, her voice measured, “What compelled you to try and get Mommy’s attention so often today?”

The girl swallowed, embarrassed. “I… I was needy, Mommy.”

Even in the low light Chaeyoung could see the crimson making its way up her cheeks. How incredibly lovely she was like this. “Needy for what?”

“I… don’t know,” said Jaehee, completely dumbfounded. 

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me, girl, I know you were looking for something. And I suppose it was important enough to interrupt Mommy while she was working.”

Shyly, she shakes her head. “It really wasn’t.”

“Come on now, I don’t have all night,” Chaeyoung said, exasperated. “Tell me what it was that you wanted from me. Or will Mommy have to spank the answer out of you?”

“I…” she huffs a breath, “I wanted you to play with me, Mommy.”

It’s so lovely, so amusing, how her voice drops in volume and the crimson runs to her chest at the humiliation. Chaeyoung doesn’t miss how her thighs clench together, either. “Oh, did you, now?” She takes one singular, slow step closer. “And tell me, darling, how did you want Mommy to play with you?”

Jaehee, stubborn as a rock, shrugs. “Well, like you always do.”

This fucking girl, I swear to God. Chaeyoung clicks her tongue in the way she knows always gets Jaehee riled up. “Jaehee, you know that does not help me. I need you to tell me, exactly, what you wanted Mommy to do to you. Good girls use their words clearly.”

That seems to do it. “I wanted you to put your fingers inside me, Mommy,” she finally says. “All of them. I wanted you to put your cock in my ass.”

Chaeyoung gasps. “My goodness, such dirty thoughts for a little girl to be having during work…” she says. To her absolute delight, the naughty girl averts her eyes. “Well, I suppose if you wanted to get fucked so bad, I’m no one to prevent you from doing so.”

Jaehee gasped as if she couldn’t believe her luck. “Really, Mommy? You’ll do it?”

Chaeyoung laughs, loud, light, and menacing. “Who said I would be the one to do it? Needy, naughty little girls who think their Mommy is at their beck and call don’t get fucked. They fuck themselves. Now, go on and put your fingers on that tight little hole of yours you so badly wanted filled.”

The look of defeat on Jaehee’s face is equal parts enticing and disheartening. But Mommy’s resolve is stern, and she has a point to make. Without any commands, Jaehee moves to open her legs. 

“Ah-ah, not here,” Chaeyoung says. She points to the counter. “You’re gonna do it right where those thoughts happened, so you understand just how dirty you are.”

Jaehee shudders as she moves to the counter, unable to believe what she’s about to do. Shivers run up her spine from the cold of the marble, and Chaeyoung can see she’s embarrassed beyond belief, yet dripping from arousal. This is ridiculous. Gross. Something she’d never do. But she’s not the dynamic and professional Kang Jaehee right now, she’s her Mommy’s girl, desperate to win back her favor after having lost it. And for that, she’ll do the most outrageous of things. 

With her legs spread on the marble, pussy soaked and completely on display, Jaehee begins fingering herself for her Mommy, who is sitting down right in front of her with a self-satisfied smirk and wanting eyes. She arches forwards as two of her fingers enter her folds, going as deep as she can manage. She grunts and moans as she grinds into her own palm, the girl fucking herself to her precipice. And for Mommy, this truly is a feast, her girl all riled up and wanting, the most delightful cries escaping her lips. 

It’s making her burn, Jaehee’s cries of pleasure making her clit throb, the squelch sounds of her fingers making her clothes feel just a little bit too constricting. Suddenly, Chaeyoung has an idea on how to make this more difficult for her girl…

She knows her better than anything in the world, and can tell when she’s close to an orgasm: her breaths grow heavier and her head arches back as she excitedly grinds into her hand more and more. That’s when Mommy intervenes at the perfect moment. Right when Jaehee’s on the edge, she pulls her hand away and ignores her pained whine. 

“You were getting too excited there, little brat,” she says, with a slap to her inner thigh for good measure. “Or did you forget, in any case, who this pussy belongs to?”

Between tears, she says “It belongs to you, Mommy.”

“Good girl. And who here decides when you get to come?”

“You do, Mommy.”

“Well done,” She gives her a small smile. “And brats never get to come before their Mommy. Not until they’ve earned themselves the right.”

Jaehee swallows. Chaeyoung can see how she’s trembling, can feel her frustration seeping through her skin. She takes off her pants. “The little show you were giving Mommy just now made her make quite a mess of herself,” she wants to laugh at her casual use of third person. She climbs on the counter, gently pushing Jaehee back, a teasing knee on her sensitive crotch so that she doesn’t even think of touching it. She can feel her labored breaths on her skin, can see the sweat gleaming on her brow, her all-consuming eyes. “If you help me clean it up, then you might just get to come tonight.”

Jaehee’s shuddering with anticipation. Chaeyoung grabs her hands and pins them above her head, where they cannot stray. She carefully settles herself above Jaehee, cunt right in her face. “Come on, now, show me what that tongue is good for.”

Jaehee lathers her tongue all over Chaeyoung as if she were the last ice cream in the desert, starving and overly excited, and my God did Chaeyoung miss this more than she anticipated. Her girl always eats her out with such enthusiasm, such energy, as if there’s nothing that tasted better in the world than her Mommy’s juices.

“Yes, just like that… good girl,” Chaeyoung says, feeling herself be taken straight to heaven. “You like how Mommy tastes, don’t you?”

Face full, she can only matter a quick ‘mhm’. 

“Such a good girl  for Mommy, aren’t you?” she keeps going, though it’s getting harder to speak by the second. “Even on the counter of our coffee shop… how eager. Imagine if the girls could see you now, Jaehee. The woman they admire so much, their role model who they aspire to be like being such a good little girl for her Mommy.”

The moan she lets out at that is foul, and the suck she gives Chaeyoung’s clit after that almost makes her scream. “What a sight that would be…”

Chaeyoung comes with a strong, eager lick, her climax almost making her fall over and most definitely bruising Jaehee’s wrists at least a little. She praises her girl over and over again as she rides out her orgasm, excitedly lapping even the last of her juices. She decides, then, that perhaps she’ll make her fuck her while she’s right on the cusp of her orgasm more often. She did it as if it were a life or death situation, as if what she truly wanted was not to be touched by Mommy, but to pleasure her herself. Knowing how cunning she can be, that might just be the case.

“Well done, you’ve made Mommy very proud…” she says, letting her go. “You have most definitely earned yourself a reward, princess. Now come on, let’s go home so Mommy can give it to you.” 

As Chaeyoung gets dressed, Jaehee looks at her as if she’s just confessed to a heinous crime. “I’m sorry, what?!” 

Chaeyoung laughs. Her princess is so funny sometimes. “Oh, you really thought you were getting it here? And ruining the marble with your pussy juices? My little girl needs a lesson in propriety, it seems…”

The last thing Mommy was gonna do was make her cum here. Maybe some other time, though, after she was well used to being her little girl in this café as well, and when she didn’t feel like driving through Seoul’s late night traffic.

Tonight, though, she wants to enjoy this. So she gets dressed and, a few instants later once she realizes Mommy is dead serious about going home, Jaehee goes ahead and does the same. Her limbs are heavy as she peels herself away from the counter, cunt still wet and puffy. She groans and huffs the entire time, face in an annoyed frown, not making even the slightest effort to hide her displeasure. The part of Mommy that isn’t annoyed by her girl’s attitude wants to laugh. Knowing Jaehee, seeing her like this is quite hilarious. 

Mommy tells her to spare the underwear, putting it away in her tote bag. Jaehee takes it like a big girl, letting the jeans rub into her pussy. When they walk out of the café, Jaehee does so with her head down. The city takes on a different flavor like this, the lights around her suddenly feeling disengaging. She doesn’t worry about anyone looking, she knows no one is– the only thing in her world right now, the focal point of her attention, her anchor, is Mommy in front of her. 

Occasionally she looks up to the head of red waves swaying in the wind, and that’s enough to know she’s safe, she’s protected, she’s alright, even now. Even if Mommy can be cruel sometimes, when she denies her pleasure or crimsons her butt (although she doesn’t exactly find that displeasurable…), she knows she’ll always be there to hold her, to remind her she loves her and cares for her by keeping her in line. There’s something so enticing to her about this push and pull, this clear drawing of consequences, that calms her, steadies her, and frees her. Even if it is only sometimes. This is a break she allows herself, an escape from who she is into this girl who doesn’t need to do or think, just exist and let herself be taken care of by her Mommy. 

There is no music in the car, just the silent hum of the electric engine, the push of the shift, and the rustling of Jaehee shifting in her seat as she tries to discreetly get some friction on that neglected cunt of hers. That’s perhaps what gives her away. To her benefit (or detriment, perhaps), Mommy doesn’t acknowledge the action right away. The first time, she simply looks to her side, green eyes a warning. In an attempt at being clever, Jaehee holds her stare as if nothing is going on. The second time, she makes a sound, which catches Jaehee’s attention. She ends up holding her breath and not moving for two minutes after that, letting the feeling in her cunt throb and build along with her breathing. 

But they’re still nowhere close to home, and Mommy’s not doing anything… In fact, she’s entirely concentrated on the road. Jaehee knows, after all, that she’s not keen on driving through large avenues. It surely wouldn’t be bad to get a little stimulation, just a little bit…

“Do you think I’m deaf or blind, little brat?” She’s angry. It makes Jaehee gasp. 

“But Mommy, it hurts…” she whines, knowing she’s playing a losing game. 

“What hurts, Jaehee?”

“...My pussy, Mommy…”

“Oh, the one you fingered with such enthusiasm on the café counter just now?” The throb gets worse, it takes all her strength to prevent herself from simply shifting to let her clit make contact with the inseam of her jeans. She wants to cry. 

“Yes, Mommy,” she says. She does not want to make this worse for herself by not answering. 

“I told you we’ll take care of that kitty of yours once we get home,” Chaeyoung says, “so be patient.”

“But home is too far away,” she whines, unable to stop herself, simultaneously wanting to berate herself and not caring. 

“It’s a fifteen minute drive, Jaehee.” She’s exasperated. “And we’re only five minutes away. Now, sit still for Mommy unless you want a red bottom instead of a reward.”

That silences her and calms her. The warning of not getting to cum, not even once, and going to bed with a sore ass, which will definitely make her situation worse, is absolutely horrifying. So she sits still– very still– hands pressing her knees, focusing on her breathing. She counts the buildings and the turns Chaeyoung makes, marking the progress bar of their ride home. Seeing the gate of their apartment building’s run-down parking lot has never felt so relieving. 

Jaehee tries to be the absolute best of girls while they go to their flat, standing very still in the elevator and keeping her hands clasped behind her, where they will not stray to where they shouldn’t. Chaeyoung unlocks the door to the loft that definitely needs some cleaning. Jaehee walks in and instantly rushes for the bedroom, only thinking about the release that she’ll finally, finally be privileged to get. Mommy stops her with a tsk. 

“Where do you think you’re going, little brat?”

Mommy’s voice stops her in her tracks halfway up the steps, wide honey eyes turning to a baffled freckled face. Chaeyoung comes closer. “I know you’re eager to finally release all that’s in your little puffy cunt,” she says, “but after your misbehavior in the car… I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a little bit longer.”

“But Mommy…!”

“I know what you’re gonna say, and it won’t work,” she speaks before Jaehee can, “that it hurts, that you’re sorry, and I’m sure that that’s all true, but naughty girls like you need to learn their lesson. Flogger. Now.”

She groans as she stomps up the stairs, face in an unceremonious pout. This is so unfair Jaehee can’t even believe it. First she doesn’t let her cum, then she makes her eat her out, spilling her cum all over her face! If anything, she deserved to have that little release in the car! But Mommy’s rules are Mommy’s rules, and when she says sit still, that’s what you do, no discussions. Whoever toys with what belongs to Mommy will have to face the consequences.

She grabs the flogger from the box in the topmost shelf of their closet, unable to help the self-satisfied smirk on her lips. She might get more than she bargained for tonight, after all… Silently, she thanks the Jaehee of the near past for her decision to enact her naughty little prank. It’s giving her one hell of an evening, and a well-deserved break

Downstairs, Mommy is waiting on the couch. Jaehee holds the flogger out to her with her head down, and Mommy orders her to strip. She can’t help the flush of humiliation in her chest as she settles with her hands to the wall, breasts hanging and ass high up in the air, ready for Mommy to color it all shades of pink and purple. 

The sudden feeling of cold metal around her pert nipples shocks her still, drawing a gasp out of her. The clamps pinch her sensitive mounds, sending waves of sharp pain all over her breast and up to her armpit. She barely has the chance to get used to it before the other one is clasped on, bringing a whole new wave of pain with it. Before she knows it, Jaehee is looking down at the thin metal chain hanging from her boobs, and humiliation makes its way up her body like a lightning bolt. 

“I figure this would help keep you quiet…” is Mommy’s excuse. Jaehee knows it’s just for looks, because Mommy thinks her tits look even prettier with something hanging over them. And she likes them as well, the pain they bring being a reminder of who she belongs to. 

Jaehee has no words for Mommy’s sudden endeavor, and she takes advantage of her silence, softly running the flogger down her back. The soft leather ribbons– way too soft to be so sharp when impacted with her butt– make her shiver. 

“You’re getting ten,” she says. Small number, which scares Jaehee even more. “And thanking me after each one. Understood, little one?”

“Yes, Mommy,” she says, voice high. 

The first one lands as a tease, the strands of leather only a brush against her butt, yet Jaehee retreats in anticipation and gasps. “One,” she says. “Thank you, Mommy.”

The second one lands with more bite, drawing a sound out of her. “Two. Thank you, Mommy.”

Swiftly and rhythmically the flogger comes down on her tight butt, creating ever-deepening streaks of red over her pale cheeks. The strikes are increasingly harder, the ribbons evenly covering her butt each time, Chaeyoung’s technique being close to perfect after having done this so many times, the motions as well as the role now second nature to her. She hits Jaehee’s tender sit spots over and over again, letting them hurt and sting. Jaehee doesn’t miss a single one, making a point of showing her Mommy just how good she can be. 

Tears begin running down her face by the fifth one. Mommy does not stop, Jaehee doesn’t want her to. She lets herself be put in her place: humiliated into submission, flogged into obedience, a naughty girl learning her well-earned lesson. And her pussy absolutely flames for it, puffy folds growing more tender with each swing. 

Once the tenth comes down, the first thing Mommy does after ditching the flogger is rub small circles on her back, soothing her little girl that has taken her punishment so well, like she always does. That’s one thing that will always make Chaeyoung’s heart swell: her girl always tries so hard, is always so good at taking her lessons without complaint. The generous rewards she gives her are always well-deserved. 

But now, there’s something else that catches her attention: there’s a glistening wetness between her girl’s legs, a pretty pink pussy wet with want, no doubt because of the hits her butt received, as well as being deprived of the pleasure it desired. 

“Oh, would you look at this…” she says, sliding two fingers inside the hole that go in without effort, plush walls tightening around them, action that draws a tiny scream from the flushed girl below her, “It seems like my little brat rather enjoyed her punishment, is that right?”

Jaehee is vehemently shaking her head, face red as a tomato and eyes tightly closed. 

“No?” Chaeyoung says, feigning shock. “Tell me then, sweetheart, why can I do this?” She adds a third finger, pusing it even deeper, her girl letting out a filthy moan. Mommy’s fingers inside her, the clamps, her arms beginning to cramp, her still hurting ass… it’s all too much. 

“Mommy…” is all she can say with a sob, with no other words to convey what she’s feeling. 

“Tell me, little one, isn’t this what you wanted?” Chaeyoung says, dark and vicious, fingers pumping in and out, curling and hitting her spot, making an absolute trembling mess out of Jaehee. One of her hands makes its way to squeeze a boob, drawing a scream out of her. “To be spanked silly and have Mommy’s fingers inside your tight little pussy? Isn’t this what you were bothering Mommy for so much while at work today? What you were imagining while serving orders to customers? Filthy girl.”

Everything blends for Jaehee: her words, her blurry vision, Mommy’s fingers hurting in her hole, the explosion building in her core and spreading down her body. She can’t do this. Yes, yes it is everything she wanted. More, even. 

“Perhaps the next time I should have you wear a belt for the whole day, just so you have something distracting you from such dirty thoughts, so improper for a girl like you.”

The idea of her with a chastity belt under her Daffodil uniform sends her over the edge, her entire body tightening. The motions of Mommy’s fingers slow and she wants to scream. 

“Can I come, Mommy?” 

“Come for me, little girl.”

She does so in command, whole body melting to a long-time coming eruption of pleasure. The whole world goes hazy around her, an incomprehensible amalgamation of praises and tears and soft touches to sensitive skin. Soft arms wrap her around a stiff frame, and she lets herself cry into Mommy’s shoulder, listening to her shhs and relaxing at her caresses down her back. Chaeyoung leaves kisses all over her skin, chasing the salty tears running down her face. 

There is always a moment for her after cumming, once the high has begun to subside, where her skin feels hyper-sensitive. She’s aware of every feeling, every sensation, every touch. Her back shivers from the open air but there’s sweat beginning to build in the back of her knees. Chaeyoung’s button-up tickles her bare chest, nipples still hurting from the clamps that were recently taken out. Her face is puffy and loose strands of Chaeyoung’s hair tickle it a bit, her ass still stings. 

The green eyes that regard her are full of love, tired yet satisfied. Jaehee knows what Chaeyoung’s about to say and even anticipates it, some praise that will make her heart melt. But what she actually says is nothing of the sort: Chaeyoung breaks into laughter. 

“You’re absolutely insane, did you know that?” she says in between laughs. “Like batshit crazy. What in the world. I can’t believe you sometimes.”

Jaehee can’t help but laugh as well, the heavy atmosphere of the scene almost completely lifted, they’re once again Chaeyoung and Jaehee. “I can’t believe myself either, to be honest.”

“I mean, I’m shocked…” Chaeyoung’s eyes widen. “In a good way, but shocked. Like, did my brattiness accidentally rub off on you or something, because…”

“Perhaps,” Jaehee says. “After four years, yes, it seems like a little of it has.”

Chaeyoung kisses her with a smile. It’s unexpected, but sweet, and it makes her stomach flutter. “God, I love you,” she breathes. It’s so automatic. So absent minded. Jaehee kisses her back.

It’s a little bit hilarious and overwhelming to think about what their relationship has become, utterly different from what Jaehee imagined it would be in their early days– a place for both of them to rest and just be, a home, a comfort, a warm cup of tea– to what it actually became– more than that, a place for them to discover themselves, a sandbox, a playground. More than comfort, Chaeyoung provided for her the opportunity for fun. To color outside the lines. To dare. 

She’s her business partner, the president of the organization she volunteers for, her girlfriend, but aside from that, and maybe on top of it all, she’s her best friend. The one person on this earth she feels she can be fully herself with, no boundaries, no judgments. “I love you too,” she says. Right now, it feels like she’ll love her forever, however stupid it sounds. 

A beat of silence passes. Chaeyoung’s hands rhythmically stroke Jaehee’s back, which is growing colder by the minute. She lays her head on her shoulder. 

“So… did I do it?”

Chaeyoung frowns, lost. Jaehee wants to laugh. 

“Did I make your day less boring, after all?”

The look Chaeyoung gives her– quirked brow, knowing smile– is enough to make her stomach churn. “Oh, honey, like no other…”

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysmes #mm #mystic messenger fanfiction #mysme fanfic #mm fanfiction #mm fanfic #mystic messenger smut #kang jaehee #jaehee kang #mm jaehee #mc x jaehee #jaehee x mc #jaehee x reader #(that's a lie but) #mcjaehee #the ONLY reason why i'm posting this here is bc i'm too much of a coward to do it on ao3 #so i'm testing the waters here u could say. #but also that's kinda pure shit bc my engagement here is leagues worse than in ao3 #yknow what i'm postinbg it in both places what do i have to lose

[taeyeonsb]

txt and twice 🥺

oohohh u have a crush on me >3<

txt <3

✦ my first bias: taehyun and soobin

✦ my current bias(es): ....ill let u figure that out babe

✦ my album and/or era ranking (or favorite of each): [screams] this is hard. the dream chapter: magic and minisode1 blour are definitely tied for first. tdc magic is just so important .. long hair taehyun..long hair hueningkai.....RUN AWAY ???????? angel or devil ........ magic island..cwjltma.. its literally full of the best songs ever made. blour was my first txt era so it will always be special<3 in addition to that . its a perfect album , like i can sit down and loop my blour cd for ten hours. i have done that. multiple times. like once a week. ghosting ..[falls to the floor] wishlist is pretty good<3

then ...... its basically neck and neck with all the others and i dont have the emotional capacity to pick <3 i would like to instead take this space to list some of my favorite txt songs in no particular order: wishlist , nap of a star , frost , eyes, wishlist , trust fund baby , cat&dog , ghosting , dear sputnik , eternally , anti romantic , no rules , cant you see me , wishlist , puma , loser lover , 0x1 lovesong , 0x1 lovesong jp ver. thamk u for ur time

✦ how i got into them: i found them in the [redacted] tag. and then kept seeing their early tiktoks on my pinterest page, namely soobin running into the metal pole and taehyun in the mirror. i think i watched both of them at least 30 times, hence the first bias situation. also i saw a gen z idol comp and yeonjun dropped the pasta and i think i screm laughed for like 30 mins straight at that

✦ which member would be my best friend: hueningkai and i know this for several reasons: first and foremost bc im obsessed with him and he'd adore that , second that i would sew him any plush he wanted , third that i make a million jokes a minute and he loves laughing

✦ something i associate with them (or with a bias/any member): cowboy hats and crocs. alexa play be the cowboy by mitski , i associate hueningkai with plushies and hoodies and laughter and marshmallows and headphones and pretty green grass and the >3< kissy face , and i associate soobin with da da da da da da da da da da 🐬. taehyun with tdc magic and all magic and sour patch kids and (ofc) cheese tteokbokki and cats and math :(

twiceeeeee

✦ my first bias: jihyo !!!!!! my first cb with them was dance the night away so i think everyone can understand me..that 1 stage where she wore a red dress..gn

✦ my current bias(es): chaeyoung + sana .. theyre just so beloved (read: unhinged) literallly wig group fighting

✦ my album and/or era ranking (or favorite of each): they have SO MANY ERAS BCVNCV so ill list some of my favorites <3 yes or yes, heart shaker, what is love, i can't stop me, like ooh-ahh , bdz . FAVE TITLE IS HEART SHAKER <3

shoutout to more& more for orange sana..gotta be one of my favorite genders🤞 fav albums overall are fancy you , yes or yes, and summer nights the bside game is absolutely insane !!!!!!!!!!! girls like us , after moon , shot thru the heart .................. they are so so so very important. also one in a million is [falls to the floor] every so often i will just watch their live performance in japan and cry

✦ how i got into them: during what is love era !! one of my bestfriends at the time would do twice dances across the room in compsci from me and we'd watch their mvs together hehe

✦ which member would be my best friend: probably nayeon .. i think we'd have a time making hilarious jokes and bothering everyone...also i want to hold her hands

✦ something i associate with them (or with a bias/any member): candy !!!!! their lightstick..candy..candy pop..nayeon candy floss.........i associate tzuyu with yoda ZXNCZ shes so cute and i associate sana with microwaves because shes insane .. or shall i call her .. insana😇

#u get an essay CZCNZX #mwah thamk u for asking sweetie bear #asks

[k-venturetime]

🏡 The Humans & Friends 🪴

Sana “Fionna The Human”

She/Her || Lesbian || 26 || Color: Human/Green

🌷 is the oldest twin

🌷 specializes in guns & archery

🌷 she’s more of the police/law enforcement for Candy Kingdom

🌷 she loves to cook and bake

🌷 sometimes stays with their elderly mother and helps her with some chores

Polyamorous || Single || Switch || Flirtatious

💌 hard no’s : feet, waste play & watersports

𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 : 0/4

San “Finn The Human”

He/Him || Bi || 26 || Color : Human/Green

🪻 specializes in swordsmanship

🪻 he goes on the exploring/expedition missions giving to him by Prince Gumball

🪻 spends his free time training the Banana Guards and other recruits

🪻 is kind of a loose cannon

🪻 has beaten the Ice King a total of 128 times

Monogamous, Demisexual || Single || Switch/Top || Shy

💌 hard no’s : feet, waste play & watersports

𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 : 0/1

Wooyoung “Jake The Dog”

He/Him || Bi || 24 || Color : hybrid/Orange

🧸 is a non-specified dog hybrid

🧸 he can stretch his limbs to unimaginable lengths and weights without harming his internal organs

🧸 loves to sing while in battle

🧸 has been known to “swallow” foes… it’s unknown if he actually eats them or where they even go

🧸 likes to shift in his hybrid form and walk around the Candy Kingdom because the children like it

Polyamorous || Dating || Dom || Confident

💌 hard no’s : feet, waste play & watersports

💌 he is dating Winter (Lady Rainicorn) they will only be taking 1 other person together

𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 : 1/2

Chaeyoung “Cake The Cat”

She/Her || Straight || 24 || Color: Hybrid/Orange

🩰 is an Orange Tabby Cat

🩰 unlike Jake and his ability to stretch far and wide, all of Cake’s senses are heightened which makes her good for distress calls around the Kingdom

🩰 was taught how to use a bow from Fionna

🩰 when she is not on duty, she works at an underground nightclub as a bartender with Momo

🩰 is allergic to dog fur

Monogamous(?) || Single & Not Looking || Sub || Bratty

💌 isn’t really into the whole dating scene and would prefer fwb’s

💌 doesn’t really have any hard no’s

Sunoo “BMO the Android”

He/Him They/Them || 20 || Color : Android/Black

⭐️ was created by Princess Bubblegum as an aided weapon for Fionna to use but during his programming, the lab short circuited causing the program revert to its basic form

⭐️ he loves learning new things; he loves making flower crowns and hands then out to the people of the Candy Kingdom

⭐️ has a mini control box on his arm; it’s how he learned he could change is eye and hair color

⭐️ is an excellent gardener

⭐️ he can’t necessarily eat but the Princess is working on something so he can

BMO is unavailable for NSFW activities

#fionna.txt #finn.txt #cake.txt #jake.txt #bmo.txt