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the bestest - lh44

summary: lewis hamilton wins the silverstone grand prix, and his daughter thinks he's the bestest. wc: 1.7k. based on this request

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The British Grand Prix always carried a unique significance, but this year felt particularly momentous. Fans filled the stands, waving flags and banners, their cheers echoing through the circuit.

For Lewis, this year felt extra special because his wife and little girl were joining him, and that was enough to give him an extra boost of motivation for the upcoming race.

Alana Hamilton is just four years old, and she's the light of your lives. She's a curious child who always has a smile for everyone, her bright eyes constantly scanning her surroundings for new wonders to discover.

And she has her father completely wrapped around her tiny finger, everybody knew it.

Alana clung to your hand as you made your way to the paddock, her eyes wide with wonder at the spectacle around her. She had been to races before, but this time she was more aware of her surroundings and everything happening.

“Mommy, look at all the people!” Alana exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder as she held your hand. “They’re all here for Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetheart, a lot of them are here to see Daddy race," you smiled at her, "He has a lot of fans who love to cheer him on."

“I’m going to cheer the loudest!”

Alana’s gaze followed every movement, her curiosity sparking with each new discovery. She was soaking it all in—the hustle of the team members, the hum of the engines, the vibrant colors of the team uniforms.

When you and Alana arrived at the team garage, Lewis was there, busy with pre-race preparations. He looked up, his face lighting up at the sight of his family.

“There’s my little girl,” he said, bending down to scoop Alana into his arms.

Alana giggled, her small arms wrapping around his neck. “Daddy, are you going to win today?” she asked, her voice full of hopeful excitement.

Lewis brushed a kiss on her forehead. “I’m going to give it my all, princess. With you cheering me on, I have a really good feeling about today.”

As Lewis held Alana, George Russell, his teammate, walked by and smiled warmly at the scene.

"Well, if it isn't the Hamiltons, my favorite family," he said, his tone friendly and genuine.

Alana's face lit up with recognition. She remembered George from previous encounters and team events. "George!" she exclaimed, waving enthusiastically from her perch in Lewis's arms.

"Hello there, little champion," George chuckled, giving Alana a gentle high-five. "Are you excited for the race today?"

"Yes! Daddy's going to win because he's the bestest driver in the whole wide world!" she declared with innocent confidence, looking at Lewis with adoring eyes.

Lewis couldn't help but beam with pride, though he tried to maintain a humble demeanor. "Well, I don't know about that, sweetheart. There are a lot of great drivers out here today."

"But you're the bestest, Daddy," Alana insisted, her conviction unshakeable.

George laughed good-naturedly. "Well, Lewis, looks like you've got your biggest fan right here. No pressure or anything," he teased.

You smiled, watching the interaction. It was heartwarming to see how the team had become like an extended family, especially for Alana.

"Alright, princess," Lewis said, giving Alana one more squeeze, "Daddy needs to finish getting ready for the race. You be good for Mommy, okay?"

Alana's grip tightened around Lewis's neck, her little face scrunching up in defiance. "No, Daddy, don’t go!"

“Sweetie, Daddy has to race now," you gently stroked her back, "We’ll be right here watching him the whole time.”

As Alana clung tighter to Lewis, her eyes welling up with tears, you could see the conflict on your husband's face. He hated leaving her upset, but the race was about to start.

"Hey, princess," Lewis said softly, gently prying her arms from around his neck. "Remember what we talked about? Daddy has to go fast in the car so he can come back to you even quicker."

Alana's lower lip trembled, but she nodded, reluctantly loosening her grip. "Okay, Daddy. Be fast and be safe."

"I will, princess. I promise," Lewis kissed her forehead tenderly.

He handed her to you, and Alana nestled into your arms, still watching Lewis with wide, admiring eyes. He turned to you next, his expression softening.

"I'll see you both soon. I love you."

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him. "Be safe out there."

With one last glance at his family, Lewis turned and headed towards his car, his determination renewed by the love and support he carried with him.

As you made your way to the VIP viewing area, Alana's eyes darted everywhere, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling circuit. The roar of engines filled the air as the cars lined up on the grid.

"Look, baby," you pointed, "There's Daddy's car. Number 44, remember?"

Alana nodded eagerly, her eyes fixed on the sleek silver Mercedes. "Go, Daddy, go!" she shouted, even though the race hadn't started yet.

Throughout the race, you explained what was happening in simple terms Alana could understand. She cheered every time Lewis's car came into view, her enthusiasm making everyone around melt.

"Daddy's car is going so fast! He's the bestest!" Alana exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder.

When the final lap came, the tension was palpable. You held Alana close, her little hands clutching your shirt as she watched Lewis take the lead. As he crossed the finish line first, the grandstands erupted in roars.

Alana’s eyes widened in amazement. “Mommy, did Daddy win?”

“He did, sweetheart!” you exclaimed, hugging her tightly. “Daddy won!”

"Daddy won! Daddy won!" she chanted, her voice filled with pure joy.

You couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm, your own heart swelling with pride. "Let's go see Daddy, shall we?" you suggested, taking her hand.

You hurried to the pit lane, eager to congratulate Lewis. As he climbed out of the car, the sight of you and Alana brought a huge smile to his face. He reached out, and Alana practically leapt into his arms.

“Daddy!” she shouted, hugging him tightly. “You did it!”

Lewis laughed, his eyes shining with happiness. “We did it, baby girl.”

Lewis held Alana with one arm and reached out to pull you into the embrace with the other. The three of you stood there, a little island of family amidst the chaos of the celebration.

"I'm so proud of you," you whispered to Lewis, giving him a quick kiss.

Alana, not wanting to be left out, planted a big kiss on Lewis's cheek. "Me too, Daddy! You're the bestest ever!"

As the celebrations continued around you, Lewis kept Alana in his arms, not wanting to let her go. She had always been clingy with him, especially since he was away a lot of weekends for races. She missed him a lot, and every moment they spent together was precious to her.

When it was time for the post-race interview, Lewis tried to set Alana down, but she clung to him, her small hands gripping his suit. “No, Daddy, hold me.”

“Come on, sweetheart, let Daddy do his interview,” you coaxed.

Lewis looked at you with a soft smile. "It's okay, I'll take her with me. I'll pay whatever fine the FIA gives me," he said, adjusting Alana in his arms. You couldn't help but chuckle, knowing how much this moment meant to both of them.

As Lewis approached the interview area, he saw a familiar face waiting for him - Nico Rosberg, his former teammate and rival. Nico's eyebrows raised slightly at the sight of Lewis carrying Alana, a small smile making its way to his face.

"Lewis, congratulations on your win today," Nico began, microphone in hand. "And I see you've brought a special guest with you."

Lewis grinned, bouncing Alana slightly in his arms. "Yeah, this is my daughter Alana. She's my good luck charm today."

"Hello there, Alana," Nico smiled warmly at her, "Did you enjoy watching your dad race today?"

Alana, suddenly shy in front of the camera, buried her face in Lewis' neck but peeked out with one eye. "Daddy is the bestest," she mumbled.

The crowd around them collectively "aww'ed" at her adorable response. Lewis chuckled, patting her back gently.

"Well, Lewis," Nico continued, "that was an incredible drive today. Can you talk us through that final lap?"

As Lewis answered, discussing the intricacies of the race, Alana stayed nestled in his arms, occasionally lifting her head to look around curiously and playing with the zipper of her father's suit.

When the interview concluded, it was time for the podium ceremony. Lewis knew he couldn't take Alana up there with him, no matter how much he wished he could.

"Alright, princess," he said softly, "Daddy has to go up on the big stage now. Can you stay with Mommy and watch?"

Alana's grip tightened, her lower lip trembling. "No, Daddy, I want to stay with you!"

You stepped forward, gently prying Alana from Lewis's arms. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's watch Daddy get his big trophy. We can wave to him from here."

Reluctantly, Alana allowed herself to be transferred to your arms, her eyes never leaving Lewis. As he walked towards the podium, he turned back to blow a kiss to both of you.

You found a good spot near the podium, holding Alana up so she could see clearly. Her eyes widened as she watched Lewis climb the steps to the top of the podium.

"Look, baby," you said, pointing. "There's Daddy on the top step. That means he won!"

Alana's face lit up with pride and excitement. "Daddy won! Daddy won!" she chanted, clapping her hands.

As the British national anthem played and Lewis stood tall on the podium, trophy in hand, Alana watched in awe. When Lewis spotted you two in the crowd, he gave a special wave and blew a kiss your way, making Alana squeal with delight.

"He sees us, Mommy!" she exclaimed, waving back furiously.

You hugged her close, your heart full of love for your little family. "Yes, he does, sweetheart. He's waving just for you."

As the champagne spray began, Alana giggled at the sight of her daddy getting all wet. It was a perfect end to a perfect day, one that you knew would be etched in your family's memories forever.

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formulawolff · 4 months

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vii. the in-between - t.w.

pairing: female driver! x toto wolff

word count: 5.2k

warnings: buckle up y’all cause we go. angst, cursing, size kink, edging, praise kink, FUCKING, LOTS OF FUCKING. toto being a simp, banter, yearning, mentions of divorce, mentions of alcohol use, creampie, teasing, yadayadayada… y’all know what’s about to go down

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“it’s fine, mom. really.”

bringing a hand to your temple, you begin to massage, attempting to alleviate the accumulated pressure.

“i mean, yeah, i’m not in trouble or anything. as far as i know, the fia is letting me race in suzuka. it was my first offense so they dropped the investigation. as long as i publicly apologize for my actions, everything will be cleared up.”

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do you know how many people have asked me about you? baby, people approach me at the goddamn grocery store asking me why you beat up that poor little british boy! he’s built like a twig for god’s sake!

rolling your eyes, you lean back in your chair, keeping the phone pressed against your ear, “mom, his name is george russell. he drives for mercedes. he’s not some little boy.”

all right, all right. well maybe he needs to come over for some dinner or something. get some meat on those bones. anyway, did i tell you that your father has been scouring ebay trying to purchase sports cards with your car on it? well, he’s found ones with you on them too. he wants to make a booklet of his favorite kiddo.

with that discovery, your heart swells, “is he really? tell him to look up topps chrome cards. those are the best ones. since i’m not as popular as max or lewis, they should be pretty cheap. and mom, i’m your only kiddo.”

that’s why we’re so proud of you. even if you get into fist fights, we still love you bunches. when do you think you’ll come home? your dad wants to take you out in his baby. he’s made some modifications to it. he thinks you’ll appreciate it more than i will.

“where is dad? is he asleep?”

yes honey. he’s asleep. snoring away on the couch with the dogs. i wish we could give you a taste of home somehow. maybe i could have a care package sent to japan?

“mom,” you exhale, “that would be so much money. don’t worry about it. were you guys considering flying out for miami?”

oh yes, about that! you perk up in your chair, anticipating your mom’s response. we are going to be there. we can’t wait to see you. we miss you so much. it’s so quiet when you’re not home. will i be able to meet some of your coworkers?

letting you a giggle, you shake your head, “mom. they’re my fellow drivers. we’re not coworkers. but yeah, i could probably introduce you to a few of them. daniel wants to meet you two.”

what about that handsome fellow with the bright blue eyes? he drives for redbull! and yes, i would love to meet daniel.

“max verstappen?” you arch a brow, “we’d have to see about that one. he’s a very busy man.”

okay, okay. the line cuts out briefly. hey honey, i think i need to head to bed. i love you so much. keep in touch, okay? we’ll see you in a few short weeks.

nibbling on your lower lip, you nod, “i love you too, mom. tell dad i love him. i miss you guys. i can’t wait to see you.”

me either. goodnight honey, or good morning or afternoon or whatever time it is over there. i’ll text you when i wake up! love you.

“love you,” your lip trembles, hands clamming up as you the line goes silent.

fuck, were you homesick.

you just had to make it a few more weeks. then, you could finally reunite with your parents in miami. although you knew you would be so fucking busy, you would make time.

you always did when it came to your parents.

also, you had another plan brewing as you scroll through your contact list, searching for a certain dutch assassin. a certain dutch man who happened to be a three-time world champion.

somehow, someway, your mom was going to meet max verstappen.

you had to make that happen.

you had to.

currently, you were sitting on the edge of a bed in a suite in london, anxiously awaiting the arrival of your driver. a decently-sized suitcase sat near the door, a carry-on stacked on top.

this driver was provided specific instructions to transport you from london to brackley, dropping you off at the door of a certain team principal’s home.

yet, you were well aware that it wasn’t going to be just any old home.

this man was billionaire, after all.

buzzing in your grasp, your phone notifies you of a new text.

from none other than toto wolff.

the driver is on the elevator, heading up towards your suite. DO NOT handle your bags. he will do that for you. i don’t want you to fuss over a single thing. from there, he will bring you here, where he will punch in the code for the gate. i will be waiting for you at the door.

i can’t wait to see you, schatzi. i miss your beautiful face and sweet laughter.

oh, and i can’t wait to kiss you.

(and yes, i am pacing around in my office as i type this. i can’t focus on anything else but your arrival)

with sazuka quickly approaching next week, you would only have a couple of days with the team principal before you had to part ways. he would have prep, meetings, press, where he would then fly out to sazuka. meanwhile, you would have to catch a flight, meet with your team, prep, and potentially meet with press, fans, and the other drivers.

additionally, you had to address the incident that occurred last week at the australian grand prix. to your surprise, the fia had dismissed the investigation, finding no substantial evidence that the two of you needed to be punished. due to the nature of the accident, george was not punished, as he did no illegal maneuvers or intentionally attempted to take you out of the race.

on the other hand, the fia was adamant that if this happened again, you were going to face consequences. you would have to shell out a pretty penny for fines, and then you would be immediately disqualified from three future races, deeming you unable to participate.

although they were merciful, the fia made it very clear that since it was your first offense, they were going to be fair..

however, if there was a next time, they would not be so kind.

a crisp knock rang out, startling you.

springing to your feet, you open the door, an older man smiling in greeting.

“you must be golden girl,” sticking out his right hand, he dips his head, “i’m theodore. i’ll be your driver to brackley this evening. i am here to not only be your escort, but to tend to anything you may need. mr. wolff made it very clear that you were not to fret over a single thing.”

“good morning,” the corners of your lips curl into a quaint smile as you shake his hand, “thank you. i’m eager to see the english countryside.”

“i’ll handle your bags ma’am,” theodore clears his throat, “you just take it easy.”

“will do,” you nod, “how long is the drive?”

“about an hour and a half,” theodore responds curtly, slinging your carry-on around his shoulder, “don’t worry, it’s not too boring. follow me this way, my lady. our chariot awaits!”

following him down the hall, he presses the button for the elevator. there’s a silence between you, but not an uncomfortable one. theodore’s presence was warm, inviting even.

upon meeting him, you understood why he was toto’s right-hand driver. once he escorted you to the car, he opens the door for you, ushering you inside. when you settle into the backseat, you notice the glint of a redbull can, along with your favorite snacks and candy.

“mr. wolff wanted to ensure you wouldn’t be hungry,” theodore states as he climbs into the driver’s seat, pressing the button for the ignition, “he told me that you can be a little cranky if you don’t have any snacks.”

“oh? he said that?” a giggle bubbles up in your throat, “did he say anything else about me?”

“oh yes,” theodore chuckles, turning the gear shift, “he’s told me all about you. to be quite frank, he hasn’t shut up about you the last week or so.”

“so you know who i am?”

“of course i do,” theodore nods, flashing you a grin in the rearview mirror, “you’re one of the best formula one drivers on the grid. you drive for williams racing. you’ve only won one grand prix, but i believe you’ll win a few more this season. your hometown is in yuma, arizona. you’re twenty-two years old, and from what toto has shared with me, you have a very bright future ahead.”

“are you a formula one fan?” you arch a brow, punching open the can of redbull.

“who isn’t?” he shrugs, “well, ms. golden girl, we are going to begin our journey. if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to speak up. if you’d like, you can tell me a little bit more about yourself. we will have plenty of time.”

as theodore promised, the drive to brackley was painless. yet, as the car pulls up to the gate, your heart skips a beat.

this was no quaint english cottage.

toto’s brackley residence was a sleek and sprawling two-story home, a black and white exterior with massive, thick windows. your jaw almost drops, and theodore notices, letting out a hearty laugh, “don’t act so shocked, golden girl. i’m sure you’re aware toto is a very wealthy man.”

“i thought he would have kept things somewhat simple.”

“oh love,” theodore shakes his head, “you and i both know that toto is anything but simple.”

rolling down the window, theodore punches in a code, the gate sliding open. as the car lurches up the drive, your heart thumps in your rib-cage, blood roaring in your ears.

this was really happening.

you were really staying with toto.

“nervous?” theodore senses the shift in energy, “you have no reason to be nervous. he’s been anticipating your arrival. he’ll be happy to see you.”

“thank you,” you manage to muster a meek smile, “i-i just didn’t think we would get this far.”

“well savor the time together. time flies, especially in our world. one day you’re at a track, the next you’re in another country. he adores you, golden girl. so don’t you fret about that. just relax, and enjoy your time. i will be here in a couple of days to bring you to the airport for your departure to sazuka.”

“thank you,” at his words, you can’t help but let out a sigh of relief, “i look forward to our next drive together!”

“as do i,” shifting the gears, theodore puts the car in park, slipping out of the driver’s seat, “we have arrived. let me get your bags.”

he strolls over to your door, opening it as you clamber out, stretching your sore legs.

no matter how much time you spent in a car, there was always that persisting stiffness.

you’d probably need a double-knee replacement by the time you were forty, but that was the least of your worries.

out of the corner of your eye, you notice a figure strolling towards the car. with the large stature, you knew it could only be one particular individual.

he’s dressed in a royal blue button-up, paired with khaki slacks. on his feet are earth-toned dress shoes. the blue hue of the button-up complements his dark hair, almost brightening his features, giving them a youthful glow. tufts of his hair are all over as the wind blows.

yet, he looks as gorgeous as ever, his toned muscles rippling under the thin fabric of the button-up.

“welcome to brackley schatzi,” the grin enveloping his face is radiant, “i hope the drive wasn’t too bad.”

“not at all,” you shake your head, the team principal nearly sucking the wind out of your lungs as he wraps his arms around you, squishing you against his chest.

“i missed you so much,” tender lips connect with your cheek, “good afternoon, theo! did she behave herself?”

“of course,” theodore promptly places your bag next to the entrance, suitcase in tow, “i have another commitment here soon, mr. wolff. i hope it is all right i placed her bags next to the door?”

“don’t worry about it,” toto’s fingers find yours, intertwining them together, “i’ll get them. please drive safe, theo.”

“i will, mr. wolff,” theodore dips his head, turning to you, he takes your hand, shaking it, “it was lovely to meet you. i look forward to our next meeting, golden girl. enjoy your time together, you two!”

“we will,” toto squeezes your hand, “goodbye, theo.”

“goodbye, mr. wolff!” theodore spins on his heel, making his way to the car, “behave, you two!”

in response, toto gives a thumbs up, theodore slipping back into the driver’s seat. as he peels off, toto shifts his body, facing you.

“charming, isn’t he?”

“he’s great! kept me entertained the whole drive!”

“i told him you have a short attention span so to keep you occupied,” toto shooks you a wink, earning an eye roll.

“i can’t stand you.”

“you’re standing right now, aren’t you?” his chuckle is light, “come, let’s head on in. i have lunch waiting for us.”

“you made me lunch?”

“yes, i’m going to drive you all the way out here just so starve you,” he scoffs, yet his tone says otherwise, “i have food ready. and wine, if you want some.”

“don’t tell me you want to get me drunk so i’ll confess all my secrets.”

“consider that my new goal for the afternoon,” toto grabs your bag, along with your suitcase. pushing open the door, he clears his throat, “welcome to my home away from home.”

as you step in the entrance, your eyes widen, lips parting.

the space was truly a reflection of toto. refined and elegant, with a hints of charm. the marble floors gleam under the soft lighting, rays of sun shining through the vast windows. the walls were covered in a menagerie of decor, from pieces of art to mercedes memorabilia. it was not the typical billionaire’s home, where the air felt sterile and cold.

this place was warm and full of life, coaxing you to stay.

“cat got your tongue?” his breath fans against your ear, a hand gliding along your back, “follow me, schatzi.”

“your home is beautiful.”

glancing over his shoulder, you are met with his gorgeous smile, dimples and all, “thank you, love. i’m glad you like it.”

trailing behind the austrian, you stroll down a long hallway, turning into the last room on the left. toto places your bag and suitcase next to a glass door, “this is my bedroom. you’ll be staying here with me.”

“straight to the bedroom huh?” you fold your arms across your chest, teasing, “you just couldn’t wait–”

“come here,” toto growls, hands grasping your wrists, bringing you in, “no, i can’t wait.”

looking up, you match his gaze, cocking your head, “what are you going to do about it?”

at your rebuttal, toto’s eyes narrow, “what do you think i’m going to do?”

“fuck me.”

“hmmmm,” he hums, leaning in, “you’re right, schatzi. i am going to fuck you. i’m going to fuck you till you’re weeping me for me to stop.”

“weeping?” your hands roam, tugging on his button-up, “i’d like to see you try.”

“oh schatzi,” he tsks, “you don’t know what you’re in for.”

“show me then.”

“i will,” lips ghost over yours, “i’ll show you how badly i missed you baby.”

as he kisses you, it’s tender at first, brimmed with the sweetness of reunion. one of his hands wraps around the base of your neck, tilting your head back as his tongue gains access to your mouth, the tang of redbull tracing your mouth. yet, as you whimper, a fiery hunger sets ablaze.

fuck, he missed you.

he missed you more than he liked to admit.

tension hangs thick, clouding the space as his mouth places sloppy, wet kisses down your jawline, finding your neck. nipping gently, it takes every fiber in his being to resist the urge to just mark you all over. to leave marks where they could see. to make them wonder who was doing this to you.

but he couldn’t. not there.

in response, your hips buck forward, grinding against his. toto groans, his head rolling back.

there was not a single coherent thought in his mind.

only lust. and fuck, was it consuming him whole.

scooping you into his arms, he brings you over to the bed, your back meeting with the plush mattress.

“i can’t wait,” he pants, chest heaving, “i can’t wait any longer. i need you.”

“then take me,” your words drip like honey, oh so sweet, “make me yours, toto.”

jesus fucking christ.

he was going to fuck the shit out of you. right here, right now.

there was no going back.

he ached for it. he yearned for it. the fantasy flooded his dreams at night.

the things he wanted to do to you?

downright filthy. sinful, even

he couldn’t lose his inhibitions. not yet. he had to hang on.

however, at this point, toto was hanging on by a thread.

peeling your leggings and panties off, he tosses them to the floor, “sit up.”

you obey, nearly trembling with anticipation as fingertips hook the hem of your crewneck, pulling it over your head. nimbly, he hovers over you, finding the clasps of your bra. he undoes them, a crimson hue dusting his cheeks as he takes in the sight of you completely naked beneath him.

god, you were absolutely breathtaking.

every inch of you was stunning. every scar. every mole. every freckle. every stretch mark.

you were so fucking beautiful.

his hands fly to his button-up, eager for what was to come.

yet, your hands find his, “let me.”

toto bites his tongue as you carefully undo the buttons of his shirt, his cock twitching, aching for your touch as your fingers delve towards his belt. you unbuckle it, tilting your head back, batting your thick lashes.

fuck. fuck. fuck.

could this moment last forever?

“toto.”

“yes?”

“i-i don’t know if i can take it all,” there’s apprehension inflected in your tone, almost as if you were embarrassed, “to be honest, i’ve never–”

oh god.

this was going to ruin him.

just like he was going to ruin you.

“don’t worry,” a tender hand cups your cheek, the pad of his thumb caressing your cheekbone, “i’ll go slow. i won’t make you take it all. i’ll take care of you baby, i promise.”

you nod, lips pursed as you tug on his slacks, hooking the hem of his boxers, “you’re just so fucking big. like holy shit.”

pride swells within the austrian for a moment, a chuckle rumbling in his chest, “i promise you that it’s not as big as you think.”

“can i see for myself?” the question is so innocent, so pure.

yeah, he was going to ruin you.

he was going to make a mess out of you.

“lay down schatzi,” he orders, authority oozing into the words.

kicking off his slacks, he curses slightly as his boxers stick around one of his ankles. this wasn’t going to be perfect, but he wanted it to be. for you.

he wanted this to be a moment you remembered for the rest of your life. he wanted this memory to fill your thoughts every second of every day. he wanted you to touch yourself to this, desperate and oh so wet, throbbing for him. yearning for his mouth. for his touch. for him.

carefully, he climbs onto the bed, hovering over you. as you look down, you can feel his gaze searing into you, burning right through.

his cock was far bigger than your fantasies. it was thick, approximately eight or nine inches. you couldn’t tell. his tip was tinged pink, the glisten of precum catching in the light. veins wrapped around the length, throbbing as your hand wrapped around its base.

“fuck,” as he moans, you lick your lips, realizing how much you loved the sound that just filled your ears, “let me feel you, please.”

“please toto.”

swallowing thickly, he inhales sharply as he positions his tip at your entrance. applying pressure, a whimper rings out as he pushes in, your walls stretching.

your pussy was heaven. absolutely perfect as it wrapped around his cock, begging for more as he pushed further and further. you were absolutely drenched, the juices slick and oh so sickeningly sweet. he didn’t even have to taste you to know. he just knew you were sweet. like pure ambrosia.

perhaps he could get a taste.

“toto,” your lashes flutter, his name so perfect from your lips, “you feel–”

“your pussy is perfect,” he finds a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of your tight hole, “absolutely perfect baby. fuck, you’re perfect.”

skin connects with skin, the temperature of the room elevated as his hands found yours, pinning them to the bed. lips collide, the kisses desperate, hungry and bursting with need. as he picks up the pace, moans fill his mouth.

fuck, it felt like he was going to split you into two.

“t-toto,” there it was again, his name. music to his ears.

“yes baby?” a sheen of sweat clings to his forehead, tufts of hair dampened, “what is it? does it hurt? do you need me to slow down?”

“no. fuck me. just fuck me.”

oh god.

oh, fuck.

his cock twitches, the pleasure building in your abdomen as the tip brushes your g-spot, back arching, begging to be closer. closer to him.

could you be any closer to him in this moment? was it even possible?

before you know it, his arms wrap around your frame, picking you up off the mattress. he holds you close to his chest, one hand holding your head, cupping the back of your skull. the other remains on your lower back, gripping you tightly as the new angle sends bliss rippling all throughout your body.

he fucks you, and god there was no holding back. his cock was pounding into you now, showing no mercy. your ass slaps against his thighs, filthy noises flooding the space.

as you bounce, you tense, your walls practically squeezing him, “toto, oh my god, i’m going–”

“good girl,” his coos, “be a good girl, baby. cum for me.”

as you get closer and closer, toto watches. fuck, the way your lips were parted ever so slightly. the way hairs clung to your forehead. the way your lashes fluttered. all he could see was pleasure. pure, intense pleasure.

you unravel, coming undone.

that sight alone was enough to make him cum.

“come here,” toto hisses through gritted teeth, “come here baby.”

the moment his lips mold with yours, you feel his cock throb, pumping threads of cum into your weeping hole. your muscles spasm, shuddering as he pulls out.

the two of you study one another for a moment, catching your breath. fingertips brush stray hairs from your temple.

“i’m sorry.”

“for?” you nuzzle into his collarbone, relishing the way his cologne lingered, mixing with his natural scent.

“going too far.”

“that was not too far.”

tenderly, the austrian pulls you down with him, letting out a sigh as his head hits the pillow. your head remains against his chest, admiring the definition and tone for a moment. he peppers kisses along your forehead, browbone, and cheeks.

“if i ever go too far, let me know.”

“i think we’re both in too deep,” you murmur, “you’re lucky you had the blinds drawn.”

“that would be something,” his chest vibrates as he speaks, “could you imagine? some random mercedes intern witnessing the team principal fucking the most beautiful woman on the planet?”

however, a gleam catches your eye.

on his left ring finger, your heart sinks as you notice the ring.

his wedding band.

toto senses your silence, the way you tensed up against him, “what is it schatzi?”

“why are you still wearing your wedding band?”

oh, so you had noticed.

“it’s complicated.”

“complicated?” your voice falters as you prop yourself up with your elbow so you could meet his gaze, “you’re wearing your fucking wedding ring. it’s not that complicated.”

“yes, i am, wearing my ring,” he exhales, “would you prefer me to take it off? it has no meaning anymore. susie and i are divorced. we finalized it last december. when we signed the papers, we made a mutual agreement to wear our wedding bands when we were in the public eye. it keeps the speculations at bay. it’s mostly for the sake of my children. and for her sake. we respect one another and i would hate for her hard work to be diminished by rumors and gossip.”

although his words were sincere, your heart races still, anxiety a swirling torrent in your stomach, “how long have you been separated?”

“almost three years. we separated in july of 2021.”

“oh,” you suck in a breath, shame washing over you, “i-i’m sorry for the sudden questions. i just–”

“it would complicate your feelings for me. and no one wants too mess around with a married man. i get it baby, i really do.”

although he provided a very base-level explanation of his failed marriage, toto was more than willing to go into more depth. that is, if you wanted. more than anything, he wanted you to know. that aspect was becoming increasingly frustrating, as the team principal tried to maintain that dominant, bold, persona.

you were making him weak. his little soft spot.

well, not so little these days.

“i cannot stand how well you read me,” rolling your eyes, you turn your back to him.

“don’t turn your back on me now,” he tsks, “do you believe me, schatzi?”

“i don’t think you could ever lie to me.”

“i couldn’t,” toto leans over, placing soft kisses all over your shoulders, “i think it would destroy me. the guilt would be too much to bear.”

“if we’re spilling secrets now,” you roll over, face-to-face once again, “i have another question for you.”

“all right.”

“why did you approach james about my contract behind my back?”

for once, the team principal is caught by surprise, his heart skipping a beat.

the hurt plastered across your features is clear, your brows furrowed, eyes narrowed. there’s a glimmer of anguish in their depths, slightly glossy from the threat of tears.

“i wanted to gauge how he felt if you were to leave williams,” that was the truth, really, no other intentions behind it, “he was not too keen to discuss it, but i just wanted to know how upset he would be if you were to sign with another team. i did it for you, to soften the blow.”

“soften the blow?”

“yes,” toto nods, “to soften the blow when you tell him you’re leaving williams and signing with mercedes.”

“you don’t know that for–”

“but i do,” his voice hardens, “i do know. we can’t just lay here and deny that in your heart, you want to be with me at mercedes. you’ve made the decision already. you just haven’t figured out how you’re going to approach james, alex, or your team.”

biting your tongue, you turn your head, averting his gaze.

toto was right. you had made your decision.

it was just a matter of time before you had to face the facts.

“i’m right, aren’t i?”

“you are,” you huff, squeezing your eyes shut, “i-i just don’t know how to tell everyone. i don’t know how to tell my parents. i don’t know how to bring it up to james. it’s just so.. fuck. it’s so fucking overwhelming to think about.”

“then let me help you.”

“how?” you inquire, “how would you possibly do that?”

“i’ll keep my distance from here on out, but i will help you draft up a letter that you can give to james. or, i can help you practice what you’re going to say. just let me help you schatzi,” fingers grasp your chin, turning your head.

“you hear me? i’ll help you.”

“can we just worry about it later?”

“of course,” strong arms envelop your frame, drawing you in against his body, “for now, we can snuggle. would you like that?”

“i would.”

your tough exterior completely crumbles as his mouth hovers by your ear, murmuring words in german. desperately, you ache to know what he said. was it something important? or just sweet nothings?

sometimes he was a difficult man to decipher.

“hey, have you opened that gift yet? the one i brought to you in jeddah?”

“no,” you admit, heat billowing into your cheeks, “i have a hard time accepting gifts.”

“clearly.”

before you can respond, he’s up from the bed, strolling over to your bags. unzipping your carry-on, he searches for that parcel. fishing it out of your bag, he sets in on the bed, sliding on his boxers before plopping it in front of you.

“open it. right now.”

“right now?” you echo, “toto, i–”

“open it.”

“fine,” nimbly, your fingers untie the bow, peeling away the wrapper.

underneath the paper, there is a tiny velvet box. it’s long and slender, rectangular in shape.

“what is this?”

“open it and you’ll know,” toto urges, following your every move, anticipating your reaction.

opening the box, your heart swells at the sight before you.

it’s a bracelet, a dainty figaro chain, complete with a charm. the charm is an outline of the saudi arabian track. picking it up, you inspect it, noticing a date engraved on the backside of the charm.

“how were you able to get this so quickly after the race?”

“i have my ways,” toto bears a sheepish grin, “do you like it?”

“like it? i love it.”

well, you didn’t love it. you fucking adored it. it was perfect, and so you. it was something that you could wear everyday, a constant reminder of the years of effort to get you here. not to mention it was gorgeous, the chain shiny, freshly polished.

a hand reaches out, plucking the chain from the box. his brows are knit together with concentration as he slips the chain around your wrist, ensuring it’s safely clasped.

“i figured it would be something you could always wear. a reminder of when you made history.”

“it’s beautiful,” sitting up, you shift your weight to your knees as you wrap your arms around his neck, “thank you, toto.”

“always, schatzi. don’t worry, i will always spoil you.”

as toto nuzzles into the crook of your neck, he was well aware of one thing.

you had made your decision.

you hadn’t outright said it, but he knew you made your decision.

you would be signing to mercedes for the 2025 season.

you were finally going to be by his side every day.

there was no more in-between. no more will she or won’t she. no more nights of him lying awake, wondering where you stood. no more driving himself insane pondering all of the possibilities that could unravel.

he had you.

you were all his now.

and god, did that leave such a sweet taste in his mouth.

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k2ntoss · 3 months

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okay so yet again i was scrolling through insta reels and i saw this and immediately thought, 'oh jason would love one of this with his helmet' so i thought i'd share (hopefully the video doesn't just disappear into the ether or this wont make much sense but yeah)

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C8XdIwStYFg/?igsh=MWdzZXVpZHV3dm8zbw==

((in case it does for some reason disappear, it was a reel of a girl making a diy spiderman mask shirt with a pattern and then the red colouring bit of the mask was filled in with kisses using paint))

but yeah, i think making a red hood one for jason would be so fun and i just know the man would be so so smitten when it's given to him

anyways, love you, glad your posting again

- the ever present 🦊

"the ever present" OMG I ADORE YOU!!!!!! hi baby, been missing you with your brain tickling requests (i have one on hold but just you wait)

i've been looking to do one of those for me with red hood's logo bc i'm as single as one can be and i know i won't be getting someone to do this for me but okayyyyyy i can do it on my own. here comes something short but done with a lot of love

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𔓕 ۪ ۫ ୭

jason had been waiting outside the room for hours maybe, he was just sitting on the couch as he looked at the door like a sad puppy because he had arrived this morning to your apartment looking foward to spend time with you. some cuddling, watching a movie together or reading, jason just wanted some quality time with his beloved.

he knew you had been busy during the week with a huge amount of projects you wanted to do but he wasn't expecting you to get so fixated over one to lock yourself into your room and not even peek to see him and he didn't knew why, what jason also didn't knew was the fact that you were already getting dizzy by the smell of paint inside your closed room as you placed the shirt over your desk again, grabbing a pencil to fix the outline of the desing for the hundreth time in the day.

"fuck, fuck, fuck..." you muttered as low as you could to keep jason from darting into the room and ruin the surprise and it took you a good couple of hours to finally have it done, the paint almost completely dry now and the image of it was neat, making you smile and giggle happily.

and it's just then when you decide it's time to open the door, peeking your head through the small space to find jason almost melted on the couch, his head resting against the wall as he kept his eyes closed but it wasn't even a second by when he snapped his eyes open to look at you with a small frown.

"baby? why are you-?" she stopped mid sentence, taking in the sight of your paint smeared lips and chin, the red bright color now cracked on your skin as you smiled back at him as if you just made the biggest discovery in your life.

"hush! c'mere, jaybirdie" you say, leaving the door to your room wide open just to reveal the fact that your whole frame was a mess and that the paint was not only on your face but it had dripped to your shirt and also to your bare thighs to the skin that wasn't covered by the sleeping shorts you were wearing.

jason stands up from his seat, stretching completely from his quick nap and walks into the now messy room. the small paint pots across the floor and desk in different shades of red, paint brushes here and there and then the sight of you standing in front of the middle of your desk, covering something jason couldn't quite see well enough to know what it was.

"i saw something and i had to do this... it's probably the cheesiest thing i've ever done so feel free to laugh at me" and those words make jason tilt his head because what on earth could be so cheesy and made with paint that needed this much time leaving him out of your room? because yes, jason wanted to cuddle and don't blame him.

"princess-" he starts but goes silent the second you pull from the desk a black shirt with a print of his helmet on it, all made in different shades of red kiss marks that emulated the shade of light and everything. his lips remain parted as he walks slowly towards you, his fingers gently tracing the outline of the print on the shirt before he looks at your face, the paint in your skin the evidence of the time you spent painting your lips and pressing kisses to the shirt to make something so sweet for him.

"is it too much? you know, you can just put it into your closet if you don't like-" but your words are cut by a tender kiss, jason cups your face in such a delicate embrace as he lets all his feelings pour into that simple kiss.

"i love it. i love you" he says, his voice a soft whisper even in that deepish tone of his and it makes your heart flutter because jason looks completely happy with the shirt as he holds it into his hands, still admiring the way you decided to replicate a part of him "it's just perfect..."

"can i wear it already?"

the question itself is the sweetest reaction he could give you, the eagerness to wear something you made for him making you giggle excitedly as you shook your head with a small pout.

"not yet, red... i should iron it and give it a quick wash so the paint stays on the fabric" and he pouts slightly because god knows how much he wishes to have your kisses closer to his heart.

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erospandemos · 9 months

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Winter's mission

Aespa Winter x Reader

Winter finds your secret diary and most importantly, your secret bucket list. Upon the discovery, she decides to fulfil every possible desire. The problem, however, is that every aspiration revolves around Winter herself.

Minjeong and you agreed to do a marathon to watch the whole drama you had both been saving up to watch. Your friend came to your house right before lunch so you could start eating with the first episode. It was just like the other times: she promised she wouldn’t get too invested and after two episodes she’d start screaming from frustration when the main leads were this close to kissing but backed away. You’d be laughing and she’d be yelling at you because it was a serious matter.

In the late afternoon, Minjeong got hungry. She begged you to get her favorite snack, the pepero sticks. You bought them two weeks ago and put them somewhere in your kitchen but didn’t remember at all. Still, your friend wanted one thing and one thing only. You tried to refuse but when she showed you her googly eyes and puffed her cheeks, you gave in. She was just too cute.

So you stood up and reluctantly made your way to the kitchen.

However, you made a big mistake by leaving the room without checking the stuff on your table, most notably your diary. Minjeong saw it clearly, the weathered journal peeking out from under a pile of books on the bedside table. She knew it wasn’t a notebook because she’d been your friend long enough to have memorized all your preferences and you were too cheap to buy such a nice diary.

Curiosity piqued, she hesitated for a moment to think if she should do it or not. She chewed her lower lip, with a light sense of guilt. You were gone to find some hidden and forgotten snack, so it should have been long enough—she had enough time. The more she waited, the more dangerous it was.

Minjeong made up her mind. She lifted the books and took out the notebook. She sat cross-legged on your bed, ready to reveal your secrets. As she contemplated opening it, a rush of adrenaline hit her veins, causing her heart to quicken and her muscles to tense up. She hasn’t even read a single letter yet but sweat was already dripping down her back.

“I probably shouldn't be doing this, but... what's the harm?” she whispered to herself, sighing deeply. “Okay, just a peek. It won’t hurt anyone.”

Minjeong took one last deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she started to open the diary. The creak of the leather seemed to echo in the room, she was alone. She started reading the entries, a mix of doodles, random thoughts, and personal reflections.

Some of the pages only had silly ramblings like how you noticed a game’s sale too late and had to pay 5 dollars more. Minejong giggled lightly but the adrenaline was still there. Her breathing became shallow, her gaze scanning the words on the page. As she flipped through the pages, she stumbled upon an entry that caught her off guard.

She raised her eyebrow as she started reading it:

SATURDAY 21 OCTOBER, 2023 I’m pretty sure Minjeong is playing with my heart. She’s been acting a lot more touchy lately. She was hugging my arm, hugging me and constantly touching me. She hugged me before as well since we’re friends but it just feels different these days. It’s probably because I’m a boy and she’s a girl. Even if we’ve been friends for a long time, she’s too cute for me to ignore. I think I like her. My heart beats faster when she’s around. I get nervous and fidgety. I’ve never felt like this before. It’s quite weird.

Winter's cheeks flushed with a mixture of surprise and excitement. Her curiosity took over her, she had to know. She had to know more.

TUESDAY 7 NOVEMBER, 2023 I almost had a heart attack when I saw Minjeong with someone else. They were acting so friendly and I just felt my heart shrink. I’m not attractive compared to them. Maybe I should go to the gym. But that wouldn’t change my face, would it? Dear Diary, I really really like her.

“Wait, this is all about me?” Minjeong whispered to herself. She skimmed through the stupid entries and found even more pages about herself. She covered her mouth, blushing madly. “Oh my… I had no idea.” She couldn’t help but smile and continue flipping through the pages.

TUESDAY 14 NOVEMBER, 2023 Minjeong is back at it again. I’ve met her eyes a couple of times today and it was simply enchanting. The way her face lit up when our eyes connected mate my heart skipped a beat. She looks honest. Happy and amazing. I wish I could see her eyes every day, see every feeling in her pupils, knowing she wouldn’t be afraid to hide anything from me. Of course, I’d do the same. Minjeong is already a great friend, she’d be a great girlfriend as well. I thought about confessing for the first time. It was really a stupid thought. There is no way someone like her would accept me. I’m just a bum. I don’t even like myself, why would she? Eventually, someone will come and take her away, I just have to accept it. I love you, Minjeong.

WEDNESDAY 22 NOVEMBER, 2023 Am I a pervert for looking at Minjeong’s legs? My eyes were glued to her thighs. Maybe for a couple of minutes. Yeah, that’s definitely too much.

Minjeong glanced down at her shorts and bear legs and suddenly she felt too exposed. She regretted wearing such revealing clothes.

MONDAY 27 NOVEMBER, 2023 I want to love Minjeong properly. She’s such a perfect girl. I want her to feel loved. I’d cuddle and hug her a lot if she was my girlfriend. I daydreamed in class instead of listening to the literature lesson and this thought came to me: Minjeong backhugging me. That’s it. That’s the thought. It was enough to make me a blushing mess. Dear Diary, I have a problem.

Minjeong didn’t feel exposed anymore, she just felt warm and flustered. “You silly…” Minjeong said. She glanced around, making sure no one was watching, then hugged the diary close to her chest. “I never knew you felt this way…”

Fearing that you might be coming back, Minjeong thought that she had read enough and it was time to put it away. She just stood up and was about to put the diary back on the desk when a piece of paper fell out. It looked like it was sandwiched between the hardcover and the last page. She picked it up from the ground and read it.

BUCKET LIST Go on a date with Minjeong (skating?) Watch the starry sky Touch Minjeong’s cheeks Top marks Try skiing Confess Kiss MinHold Minjeong’s hand

Minjeong didn’t have the time to put it away when she heard your steps. She just stuffed the diary under the books and kept the paper in her pocket.

Minejong quickly recollected herself. She straightened out the few messy strands and the wrinkled clothes. She took a deep breath and shook off the agitation, anything could have been suspicious in your eyes. You weren’t dumb—although you weren’t exactly smart either—so Minjeong had to be extra careful. That said, she had to think of a way to put the little paper back in place because surely you would have noticed the next time you were going to write about how fantastic the latest wrestling match you watched was.

“Here you go,” you said, throwing Minjeong the box of pepero. “You had me looking everywhere for those… fortunately they were still good.”

Minjeong smiled, picking up the box from her lap, a natural grin on her small lips. “Thank you, you’re amazing.”

You had no words to reply but only another smile. You exhaled, letting your body drop lifeless on the bed, beside your friend. The episode was still at the 26:56 mark, and you were recollecting what happened previous to the still frame.

“Oh, by the way, I also got a bag of chocolates,” you said. You took the plastic bag you left on the corner of the folded covers. It was full of those little bite-sized chocolates you’d buy to decorate your tables in the living room when someone was coming over during the winter; or for a bunch of kids. But you got the smaller version, which also cost a couple of bucks more because it was of “fine quality”.

“No way!” she said, letting go of the pepero, forgotten like it never meant anything to her. You looked at the Oreo-looking box and blinked a few times. Why did it feel so relatable?

“You know I love chocolate!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah, that’s exactly why I bought it,” you said.

When you pressed the space bar on your laptop and the episode restarted, the room fell into a comfortable silence. You could only hear the dialogues coming from the speakers and Minjeong cutely munching on her peperos. You were grinning widely, having more fun staring at the hamster beside you than the scenes on the screen themselves.

Minjeong on the other hand, wasn’t exactly happy. Sure, the joy from her discovery was still lingering in her mind but so was the shock. The crunchy sticks of chocolate and biscuit took the roles of her nails, on which she nervously munched without stop, box after box. She would steal glances at you from time to time, and seeing you smile so happily, laughing and passionately talking to her, made her feel things she had never felt before.

She wasn’t sure if it was indigestion or butterflies in her stomach, but the thing was, Minjeong couldn’t focus on the screen at all. Her mind was still processing the revelations from the secret diary, she tried to act nonchalant, and fortunately, you couldn’t see her well, but her cheeks were betraying a faint blush.

“The cat is so round, it looks like a bag of potatoes, don’t you think?” you laughed.

“Y-yeah,” she whispered. Winter cleared her throat, “So, what do you think will happen next in the drama?”

“What do you mean? They’re like—they’re gonna kiss. Look at the romantic tension. I bet it’s gonna be a cliffhanger.”

“Right, right…” Minjeong continued to stare at the screen. Didn’t the protagonists kinda look like you and her…? She swore they were very similar at that moment. Somehow she could see herself in the shoes of the girl, while you could have been the protagonist, with that manly shoulders and features—ehem—you had the same eyes. Yes, that’s exactly what Minjeong was thinking, or at least, that’s what she wanted to think.

The protagonists, Ji-hoon and Soo-mi, stood close, their eyes filled with emotions, concealed, to the point of overflowing. Just like her and you. Ji-hoon tenderly reached out, cupping Soo-mi's face in his hands. With a soft smile, he gently brushed a loose strand of hair from her forehead, his touch lingering. His fingers looked very gentle, you always have been gentle too, maybe if it was you doing, it would feel…

“Minjeong.”

“What?!” The girl squirmed lightly, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly self-aware. The romantic scene felt really closer than usual and her facade was slowly falling.

“I think it’s about to happen,” you said, still keeping your eyes attached to the screen. “They’re gonna kiss, I feel it.”

“Uh,” Minjeong started, terribly awkward. “These romantic scenes are always so... uh, intense, right?

“What do you…” you turned around and saw her heated cheeks. You looked at her and raised an eyebrow. The corner of her mouth twitched. “You're blushing, Minjeong. Are you sure you're okay?”

“Me? Blushing?” she fumbled. “No, I'm perfectly fine. It's just... you know, the drama.”

On the screen, the air crackled with tension as Ji-hoon kept cupping Soo-mi's face, his eyes searching hers for consent. Without words, their lips finally met in a tender yet passionate kiss. Time seemed to stand still as the world faded away, leaving only the sweet symphony of their hearts and the intoxicating warmth of the embrace.

Minjeong was watching everything but the kiss.

“You're not usually this flustered,” you observed. Minjeong’s behavior was really weird. You looked back at the screen and it all looked normal. They were in their slowed-down shot with the ballad in the background.

“Yeah, well, it's just a really good episode,” she said, avoiding eye contact at all costs. You tried to look at her by bending down and tilting your head but likewise, she turned around to avoid you. It looked strange but you just continued to watch the drama, accepting her answer.

As the episode concluded, Minjeong heaved a silent sigh of relief. She attempted to divert attention by reaching for more snacks, hoping to distract both herself and you from the lingering awkwardness.

You continue to the next episode.

You turned around and tried to get one of the snacks that were on her side. As you stretched, your hand brushed against Minjeong’s thigh. At the touch, she jolted with a loud gasp. It was like you sent a shock through her body.

“Oops, sorry about that,” you said apologetically, retrieving the box to your side.

“N-no problem at all,” she stammered.

You continued to watch without thinking much of it but Minjeong was completely on the edge. When you shifted and adjusted yourself, your leg would accidentally brush against hers. Or when you wanted to take the water bottle and you’d hug her shoulder by mistake. The blush on her cheeks continued to grow and she started to want to get out of there.

Your touches continued, all the ones that you were both accustomed to before, now sent a ripple of flustered nerves through Minjeong.

Eventually, the episodes ended and you came to the end of the drama. Minjeong’s nerves finally relaxed. You helped her gather her things and after chatting for a while, you bid her goodbye. You insisted on bringing her home, especially since it was quite late but she didn’t want to hear any of it and ran outside.

Minjeong slept well that night. She had all sorts of dreams and fantasies—was someone in the hallway, they’d think an actress was rehearsing for her future role. When she woke up, however, it was another story. Thanks to the newly found clarity of mind, the realization hit her harder than ever.

You liked her.

You! You.

You liked her.

Minjeong sighed and sat up on the bed.

She liked you.

Yes, she.

She liked you.

Now she had two options: either ignore it, act like nothing happened, which was both the easiest and hardest choice she could take; or deal with it. Minjeong didn’t like the idea of ignoring what she found. It would be like playing with your feelings. Really, you confessed indirectly, she has read all of your honest words, letter by letter, and now knew all of your feelings. You confessed to her.

But she also didn’t want to talk to you about it. Because, well, it was embarrassing.

What if you didn’t feel ready for a relationship? Maybe your journal was an outlet for your stress where you poured out all of your feelings knowing full well you couldn’t be with her.

Maybe it wasn’t a journal, maybe it was a fictional diary that you were writing. Like some sort of diary of a wimpy kid but for lovers.

Maybe you were writing about another girl. You knew that someone could have found your diary, just like Minjeong did, so you used another name. You could have been in some sort of Romeo and Juliet type of affair and the repercussions could have been deadly.

Minjeong was just making stuff up at this point. Let’s face it, you were just a normal person and what she read were real journal entries.

She sighed heavily. “Why?! Why did I…” she yelled. Minjeong closed her eyes and remembered your words—how sweet they were, how honest and meaningful—then shook her head. “It’s better this way.”

The piece of paper was still on the desk, crumbled and waiting. She got up and held it in her hand, skimming through your bucket list again.

BUCKET LIST Go on a date with Minjeong (skating?) Watch the starry sky Touch Minjeong’s cheeks Try skiing Top marks Confess Kiss MinHold Minjeong’s hand

She just ignored your last desire—the crossed-out line was still pretty readable but it was too embarrassing right now. You have helped her a lot until now, making most of the dreams from her bucket list come true. Yet, she has never had the chance to pay you back. Minjeong thought carefully and realized that this was the perfect occasion. She liked you so she would have liked it too and if you didn’t want to get into a relationship with her, at least she could fulfill a couple of your desires.

Minjeong clutched the paper with determinatione; it was her mission.

Objective 1: Secure the date

When Minjeong made up her mind and got up, two steps from the door of the room, she realized one thing: she had never been on a date. Such a pretty girl like Minjeong should have been asked out at least ten times by now. Especially since she wasn’t exactly shy or intimidating. And truly she had been asked out, but she never accepted. She’d say she had to focus on her studies, or that she wasn’t ready, or that it wasn’t the age for that kind of thing.

Minjeong turned while holding her chin, her eyebrow furrowed in deep thought. She had a location—the skating ring—that was a starter. But now, what do you do on a date? Minjeong tried to recall all the dramas she had watched: maybe she’d get some sort of idea. She has watched plenty of shows, surely there was something useful.

Characters would usually kiss each other ‘accidentally’ for example. Minjeong tried to imagine the scene: you and her walking in the frozen streets, her tripping and falling in your arms… some kids bumping into you, your lips brushing against her in a split second. Minejong started to blush terribly. “No, no, no, that’s not good,” she shook her head to get the thought out of her mind.

She was definitely overthinking this. You probably didn’t know any better than her and couples don’t really prepare that much before a date—it had to be natural. Minjeong decided to call you. There was a skating ring opened in the city during that period so that was the right occasion.

She gripped her phone, inhaled and exhaled. “Just hanging out,” she pointed out. “That’s right, don’t stress Minjeong, it’s just a hangout between friends.”

After Minjeong decided what to say and prepared all the possible dialogue options, which took about half an hour, she dialed your number and called. She couldn’t even calm her mind that you already picked up.

“Hello?” you asked.

“Hey,” Minjeong answered.

“Oh, Minjeong, how are you? Why are you calling me?”

“Well, I’ve got an idea for you.”

“Shoot.”

Minjeong swallowed her saliva. “How about we go skating at the ice rink? They opened it in the city center, I think it would be fun.”

“Skating, huh? Uhm… well, I’ve been thinking about it,” you said, you’ve been really thinking about it. It was such a weird coincidence that Minjeong asked you about it. However, “I haven’t done that in ages. Are you sure I won’t end up flat on my back?” You didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of your crush.

Minjeong laughed jokingly. “Don’t worry, I’ve got your back… or, well, I’ve got your back if you do fall. But trust me, you’ll learn pretty quick.”

“Sounds tempting, but I’m not really convinced.”

“Come on, we’ll have fun. They also sell hot chocolate and crepes. I’ll buy it for you if you come!”

“Free food? Okay, you’ve convinced me. When do you wanna see each other?”

“How about Saturday? We should both be free.”

“Sounds good. Alright, thanks, see ya.”

“Goodbye.”

As soon as she hung up, Minjeong started jumping around like a maniac. She felt like she was a kid again, so excited and happy. She just forgot to tell you at what time to come. Whatever. She could have texted the time later. Plans were just going as planned.

The plans did not go as planned.

Objective 2: Find a replacement

Minjeong spent her whole morning preparing for the date. She looked at all the possible cafés and restaurants and food places you two could go to in case you got hungry. Then she looked at all the possible outfits she had in her wardrobe. She called her friend, Karina to help her decide the clothes. They ended up giggling and talking for about 5 hours about Minjeong’s story with you and Karina’s love interest.

In the end, they decided to go for the simplest sweater and pants they could find. It was to “not hide Minjeong’s natural beauty” as Karina put it. Whatever that meant.

You met right at the entrance of the city. You were already waiting there.

You found it hard to recognize Minjeong. She was bundled up in a big cozy scarf, a huge hat, and big gloves. The jacket was also quite thick, making her look like a snowman. You knew Karina didn’t let her go out of the house before dressing her up properly. You smiled, she looked very cute.

The both of you made your way to the ice ring talking about uni, friends, work, and so on. Being with Minjeong was always a pleasure as you could confide in each other about whatever problem or worry you had.

Hand in hand, you scrolled through the city, the subtle crunch of snow beneath your feet providing a serene soundtrack. There were a lot of people on the street. You came early but the sky was already starting to darken.

When you reached the ice rink, you gulped. Minjeong instead, was extremely excited. You paid for the skate shoes, slipped them in, and stepped on the ice.

The ice beneath your skates glistened brightly, it felt like ice, ready to crack, ready to swallow you in case you fell and gave in to the demons of the cold. Minjeong was still excited. She was already laughing while looking at the small kids tumble down the ice like bowling pins.

Wrapped in the warmth of your scarf and being alongside Minjeong, provided you enough confidence and comfort to aid your attempt. You stepped slowly, your legs shaking. Your friend held your hand and guided you through the edge of the ring until you found the right rhythm to continue on your own.

Your confidence grew, maybe too much, and you tried to make a tight turn and slipped. Your heart skipped a beat and your life flashed before your eyes. Fortunately Minjeong, with lighting reflexes, reached out and grabbed you.

“Oh my god, thank you Minjeong, you saved my life.”

“Be more careful!” she laughed.

After the incident, you started to be more careful and continued skating.

At one point, tiny snowflakes began to fall down the sky, soft and gentle. Both you and Minjeong started smiling brightly, thinking it looked like a scene from a romance movie. It really looked like what you’ve always dreamt of, skating with Minjeong under the snow.

The snowfall intensified, turning the ice rink into a snowy spectacle. It added a layer of magic to their already enchanting evening, and you continued to skate with carefree joy, leaving behind a trail of swirling snowflakes. However, as the snowfall grew heavier, the twinkling lights began to fade, and a voice over the speakers announced the temporary closure of the rink for safety reasons.

Minjeong panicked. She couldn’t end the date this way.

“Isn’t that a shame?” you said, walking away from the ice ring. “Well, I still had fun nonetheless, thank you for today, Minjeong.”

“Wait, wait,” she interrupted you. “Uhm, it’s still pretty early, wanna go back to my place?”

“Heh? Well, why not? Wanna order out?”

“Yeah, that’s fine by me.”

“Then let’s go.” Good job, Minjeong.

Objective 3: Look at the sky

You entered the pitch-black living room and turned on the lights. The room was well-lighted but still felt small and comfy, it probably was the darkness from outside the window. You glanced at Minjeong as she folded a blanket and tossed it over the back of the sofa. The air held a chill, a reminder that winter had firmly settled outside the confines of your makeshift refuge.

She nonchalantly dropped a stack of DVDs onto the coffee table, the worn covers hinting at countless movie nights spent in this room. Minjeong leaned over the desk, planting her hands on the edge. Minjeong's gaze shifted to you, What do you feel like watching?"

I shrugged, my gaze scanning the room as if the answer lay hidden in the faded wallpaper. "Anything. Surprise me." She picked a random DVD, its label scratched and worn. She put the disc into the blueray reader and grabbed the remote. The sofa creaked as Minjeong plopped down, patting the cushion next to her. "Grab a blanket. It's gonna get colder."

You complied, dragging a fuzzy throw from the back of a nearby chair. You two draped yourselves in layers of warmth, settling into the groove of the well-worn sofa cushions. The silence enveloped you, a familiar companion that required no words.

Halfway through the movie, however, Minjeong looked at the sky: it stopped snowing. It was like the snow had purged all the previous filth between the clouds and smog and left it a pure black, only decorated by the glowing stars. Minjeong kept slapping at your leg and pointing at the sky until you turned around and the view stunned you.

Objective 4: Hold that hand

“Wow…” your friend whispered.

“Yep,” you said back. The two of you continued to watch the sky, while Kung Fu Panda 2 was becoming noise in the background and your conversation shifted to the sight. You raised an arm, pointing at the bright dots.

“You know, the color of a star indicates its temperature,” you said. “Hotter stars appear blue or white, while cooler ones look red.”

“How is it red if it’s colder?” Minjeong said, puzzled.

“It’s about the waves of light emitted. To put it simply, cooler stars emit less blue light so they look red.”

Minjeong smiled, “That's interesting, but you know, in astrology, stars, and their positions also play a significant role. I'm a Capricorn, ruled by Saturn, and it says a lot about my personality.”

As soon as you heard the word ‘astrology’ you sighed heavily and rolled your eyes, sliding down the sofa. Minjeong has already filled your head with that stuff to the brim. Whenever she had time or whenever she bought a magazine from the news kiosk, she’d start reading the entire thing of the signs, you don’t even remember what it was called.

“Astrology, Minjeong? Seriously?”

Your friend furrowed her eyebrows from annoyance and spoke defensively, “What? It's fascinating! Capricorns are disciplined, ambitious, and practical. I mean, doesn't that sound like me?”

“Disciplined? Sure. But practical?” you laughed. “You're the one who believes in star signs.”

“Well, you're just a typical Capricorn skeptic. But I bet you secretly find it intriguing.”

You chuckled and shook your head. You two laughed it off and the silence resumed. After a brief moment, where your breaths signed the passing of time, you noticed Minjeong’s glow in the dark. Your heart fluttered as you watched her profile against the moonlight. Sometimes you forget your true feelings for your friend, but they always come back.

You sighed while turning back to the sky. “It's such a beautiful night, isn't it?” you whispered, masking the true meaning of your words because you weren’t really talking about the night. Both of you talked in codes, not on purpose but none of you could be honest. You were too scared of her possible answer and Minjeong was too scared to lose you.

“Yeah, it is,” she said softly. As you continued stargazing in comfortable silence, her mind swirled with a mixture of emotions. The recent revelations from your secret diary still lingered in her thoughts, and her unspoken feelings were twisting and turning inside her.

Her hand slowly crept up near you, a subconscious action maybe, a planned incident perhaps; but it was the perfect occasion. You felt her touch and didn’t think twice to hold her hand. The initial contact, when your fingers intertwine, sends a wave of warmth through you. The touch is surprisingly intimate, it felt like a bridge between Minjeong and you. In a way, her feelings were coursing through you.

Objective 5: Spill it out

“Today was perfect,” you say. Minjeong silently watches you with a soft smile. “You know, I’ve always been dreaming of this moment. To watch the stars with you…” your air suddenly blocked in your throat, “Well, I—” “I already know.”

“What?”

“I already knew it. That you wanted to watch the stars—and that you wanted to go skating… with me.”

You opened your mouth to ask her how but Minjeong was faster and pulled out the crumbled piece of paper, the title ‘BUCKET LIST’ was still visible. You panicked, your eyes flicking between her stupidly satisfied smile and your embarrassing, horribly written list of desires.

You gulped and started talking, stuttering, mumbling every word, “S-so did you see the di-diary?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my god… I wanna die.”

“No, wait—”

“Forget everything Minjeong, no, well, you obviously can’t,” you blurted out, you didn’t know what to say anymore. “I’m sorry you had to read that. It was gross. I’m going to move out of the country, buy tickets, pack things, you’ll forget about me and I’ll start my new life—”

“I like you too!”

“What did you just say?” you stopped and looked at her with wide eyes.

Minjeong's admission hung in the air, and for a moment, the only sound between you two was the soft rustling of the crumpled bucket list paper in her hands. Your eyes widened, locked onto hers, searching for any sign of jest or misdirection, but all you found was true sincerity. Her pupils stared at you, eagerly waiting for your answer.

"You... you like me too?" you stammered, hesitant and scared that you might have heard the wrong words.

Minjeong nodded, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "Yes. I like you. I read your list, and it wasn't gross. It was... endearing. Honestly, it made my heart race a little."

A nervous laugh escaped your lips, a mixture of relief and newfound anxiety. "I thought I'd scared you away with that stuff."

Minjeong chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Not at all. It made me realize we share the same dreams, the same desires. I've been wanting to do those things too, you know?"

The weight of uncertainty lifted, replaced by a warmth that settled deep within. You felt a connection, a shared vulnerability that made the revelation less daunting. "So... what does this mean?" you asked, your voice soft.

She leaned in, her gaze unwavering. "It means we don't have to dream about those things anymore. We can make them happen together."

A grin broke across your face, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness. "Yeah, together."

Minjeong's hand found yours, and this time, it wasn't just for a casual touch but a deliberate, reassuring connection. The stars above seemed to twinkle in approval as you both sat there, hand in hand, in the quiet realization that your shared dreams weren't just fantasies on a crumpled piece of paper anymore—they were possibilities waiting to unfold.

“There’s still a last wish on that list I can fulfill…” Minjeong whispered. She took a deep breath and went for it.

She kissed you.

Minjeong's eyes, soft and inviting, met yours, and at that moment, the world outside faded into insignificance.

"I've been wanting to do this," Minjeong whispered, her voice a delicate murmur that hung in the space between you. Her fingers grazed the side of your face, a feather-light touch that sent a shiver down your spine. The proximity between you became charged, the magnetic pull undeniable.

You didn't need words. The unspoken agreement lingered in the air, and with a gentle tilt of her head, Minjeong closed the distance. The first brush of her lips against yours felt like the tentative caress of a butterfly's wings, a delicate exploration that spoke volumes. It was a moment of hesitancy and boldness, a dance between vulnerability and longing.

You didn’t say anything else, the look in your and her eyes understood each other perfectly and you kissed again. The first one was a quick peck, a mix of fear and sudden braveness. The second one was the overflow of your feelings, a long and deep kiss, a slow fusion of warmth and connection.

The world outside might have continued its relentless pace, but within the embrace of that kiss, time became elastic, bending to the rhythm of your shared heartbeat. It was a stolen moment, a stolen kiss, and yet, it felt like something long overdue, as if the universe itself had conspired to bring your lips together in this tender collision.

When the kiss finally broke, your lips naturally curled into a large smile while she hid under the blanket from the embarrassment. Minjeong emerged only a moment later, red and flustered. “Uhm, I wasn’t too bad, right? That was my first kiss…”

“It was my first too, and no, it wasn’t bad. It was amazing,” you said honestly. “I just like how I dreamed.”

Minjeong and you laughed together. This was just the start of the many more desires you two would fulfil together.

Mission completed

THE END

Written, 03 December 2023 - 14 December 2023

#aespa #aespa winter #winter #kim minjeong #kpop fluff #kpop #aespa fluff #winter fluff

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kamisama1kiss · 6 months

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don’t mind me, just an anon dropping the idea of Descendants AU Lloyd Garmadon into your head so I’m not the only one suffering with the idea of it

...Wait, this is smart. Since we all know who his father is 🤭 that is so absolutely yummy! I saw this at about 5 am. And had a hard time falling asleep after wanting to see more of this AU. Whoever you are, you're an absolute genius

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Lloyd Garmadon { Rotten to the core }

Platonic headcanons

• I can definitely see him wear a lot of dark greens, black and gold details alongside some bone design along his outfit, taking insporation from when he was younger

• He is on the VK island. You can't change my mind

• Being one of the chosen ones to go alongside Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlose to leave for Arudon (if we follow the storyline)

• It took him a lot longer to get used to all the none stealing, discovery of his new favourite food which would be sweets

• Mostly silent or scoffing at others with a nutural expression, but eventually, when getting closer to actually him considering you a friend som smaller hints of smile will be present

• Let only specific people touch him since he had little to nothing or not at all a good connection with his father and his mother, it made him feel weak which is a big no no

• A ton of stolen candy bars hidden under his pillow from the day

• Had naturally a mystery aura around him, being closest to the four other VK with a few others eventually around the school

• Would use his Oni aspect of him whenever anyone gets on his nerves to scare them off or just intimate the person

• Would constantly be on the move. He is everywhere yet nowhere at the same time

Romantic

•Definitely the trope of you fell first he fell harder

• It took MONTHS for him to even know what the things he felt meant. After listening in on Evie and Mals' conversation, he would understand what he was infant having romantic feelings

•Definitely in denial, having never felt it before, which did scare him even more. Pushing you away at all cost

•The only reason why the relationship even started had to be because you asked/told him that you felt romantic twords him

• Still in denying it, but decided to try after thinking a few days in a row about it

"I suppose it can't hurt.. trying? Just be aware that it will not be a walk in the park."

"I understand that very well... even went through the thought many of time, I want this"

• The answer only made him feel more secure about his decision and felt safe to let you in, his heart having never gone this fast before, even from all the danger he has gone through

• He stole things for you just because it reminded him of you and thought you'd like it. Knowing it would make you smile made it worth getting in trouble

• No PDA whatsoever, but if lucky, maybe a little pinky finger holding in the start at least. It took months of resuring and convincing, but now, at least, he'd be willing to hold hand. Maybe even a hand on the small of their back

• If anyone says or looked at his s/o weirdly, he wouldn't hesitate to put the person in their place

• Prefers sitting in silence and just comfortably exist next to one another under the moon and stars

• Playing with his hair would simply put him to sleep within seconds. Any sort of touch from his s/o would immediately relax him. Being on guard and tense from being used to the island

I am tempted to make some sort of fanfiction of this AU 🤭🤭 if there are any suggestions, I'd happily write them of our very beloved evil oni boy.

I've been sat here for an hour, just giggling to myself

#headcanons #lloyd garmadon x reader #lego ninjago #ninjago lloyd garmadon #lloyd garmadon au #descendants au #lloyd x reader #ninjago #ninjago headcanons #Lloyd garmadon descendants au

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marthawrites · 1 year

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May I please request smut with Aemond and afabfem reader saying "tie me up and fuck me hard" and OOP Aemond didn't know he'd enjoy this a lot

AND CONGRATS!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much sweet anon 💖 You absolutely can have that! I hope you see and like this dirty lil story!

Leather and Silver

Aemond Targaryen x wife reader

Word count: 2.3k+

About: There's something about your prince husband's belt that successfully drives you mad with lust.

Includes: Explicit sexual content featuring vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, improper use of a belt, praise kink, spanking, hair pulling, adult language, breeding kink

Note: Hello lovely reader! Why does Aemond's waist look like that? Why! As always, please enjoy! ❤️

There were a hundred insignificant things you adored about Aemond Targaryen. From the first day of your arranged courtship, to the day of your wedding, and through the moons that followed, you eagerly, and patiently, peeled back the layers of your dragon prince. Quiet, calculating yet impulsive when struck just right, sharp, dutiful, and fierce.

Oftentimes, especially in the beginning, you found yourself overwhelmed by the Targaryen’s and their grandeur. It was during those times you learned of Aemond's softness. The realm would likely not believe it. For how could Aemond One-Eye, the cruel prince, be loving when he coldly disregarded anything that didn't make him stronger, more clever, and better than those around him?

Together in the court you two made a handsome pairing. A graze of his hand there, a touch of his fingertips there, and a shared gaze anywhere, had you feeling like you were the only one in the room.

Perhaps more surprising than anything you learned, however, was the discovery of Aemond's eagerness for acceptance. Behind closed doors he only wanted to be good to you, to make you think him the best; to send your pretty eyes rolling closed in bliss before staring up at him in dazed wonder, his name a tremble on your lips. A thing he'd never tire of.

Aemond Targaryen was an exemplary lover.

Before him you never shared your body with anyone. So, it wasn't as if you had past experiences to go by. But, judging from conversations with fellow noblewomen in regard to their marital bed, you made out like a bandit. You were sure to tell your husband, of course, and he wasn't quite convinced until you were putty in his arms and peacefully snoring the night away.

"I swear if I have to talk to one more lady, or bat my eyelashes at one more lord, I will go absolutely insane," you said exasperatedly, running a hand down your face in dramatic exhaustion.

An amused chuff sounded from Aemond, and a little smirk tugged at one corner of his mouth. "How many times must I tell you, my darling? You needn't be so busy with everyone during these events." His voice was its normal softness as if wholly unaffected by the day's, and evening's, conversations. "Let me help loosen your hair."

"One of us has to make an effort in mingling with the fellow Houses," you retorted as you sat in front of your vanity.

"Mm… you are tired," Aemond cooed knowingly, long body easily stepping up behind you so his fingers could begin unlacing the braids and ties of your hair.

Through the mirror you smiled at him apologetically. "I'm sorry," you sighed. You relaxed against the back of your chair, enjoying the delicate tugs and featherlight stokes of his fingertips against your scalp. "Someone has to show interest and express opinions about Casterly Rock and the Lannister's decorati–"

" –it is such a bore," Aemond droned with a most unceremonious roll of his eye.

You giggled, light and happy, at your husband's reaction. Standing, you wrapped your arms over his shoulders and laced your fingers at the back of his neck. "Know what isn't a bore?"

"Hm?"

"You," you proclaimed, kissing him gently. Instantly he melted against you. A sigh escaped your lungs at the feel of his arms around you as his hands slowly trailed, pressed, and held along your body. You broke the kiss to instead look up at him, coy. "Particularly with this belt. Is it a new one?"

He quirked a brow so subtly you almost missed it. "No. 'Tis the same one I always wear."

"Hm… perhaps it's the tunic that brings it out." Indeed, he'd been donning a new black leather tunic with gold embellishments. It suited him very well. "Either way, it's been driving me wild. I think I should take it off before it makes me positively insane." You left him little choice in the matter as you began to take it off. It looped here, and buckled there, and the delicate swishing noise it made while sliding out, somehow, sent a pleasant chill down your spine.

Aemond's silhouette was a thing to behold, truly: his entire body lean and sharp like the swords he wielded, with a trim waist powerful as the rest of him. How he managed to look so effortlessly dangerous and good was beyond you.

Mirroring you, he began to unlace the belt from your waist. "Seems only fair," he said with a grin, leaning down to nip your bottom lip. Without leaving your mouth or neck unattended he began to work open the back of your dress. It pooled around your feet until you were donned in only your smallclothes and stockings. He pressed up your ribs to your bared breasts, reveling in the weight of them in his hands. "These alone make my cock twitch. Can you feel what you do to me?"

"Yes," you answered as you arched into his touch. You sucked in a breath when he pinched each of your pebbled nipples. As eager for more as you were, you were more eager for his clothes to be off. Tunic. Undershirt. Trousers. You opened and pushed everything off until his attire lay scattered across the floor, lips scarcely leaving his in the process.

"I love when you're this eager. My perfect little wife. I bet you're soaked too, aren't you? My needy girl," he growled as he yanked your smallclothes off, not bothering to unlace the ribbons of your stockings.

You hissed inwardly when the pads of his fingers brushed up through your slippery folds. He grazed your clit skillfully. Patiently. You whimpered into his chest, dragging your teeth and biting any part of his porcelain skin you could. "All for you, husband."

"That's right. All for me."

He meant to only play with you. The night was still young and he had no intentions of wearing you out too early. It had been a long evening, yes, and he was sure you had pent up stress to be released before it boiled into anything ugly. With you, he had learned, a slow release was much more effective than explosive suddenness. He knew how you worked. Despite how absolutely fucking wet you were, he still went slow.

"Aemond…," you breathed, eyes bright with delight and something he wasn't quite sure of. Bashfulness, perhaps? "I…," you started, trying to find your voice amidst the nerves your question brought and the delicate pressure of pleasure. "I want.. would you.. would you tie me up with your belt? And fuck me? Hard…"

That got his attention. He regarded you with curiosity, eye bright with challenge. He gripped onto your hips and turned you around – your back to his front – stepping towards the bed. "You want me to do what, now?"

This whole time you'd been holding his belt. Now, you dragged it between your hands as a blush bloomed across your face. The underside of his cock nestled against the small of your back, searing, and the space between your thighs throbbed. "Tie me up with it. Please..! Gods, how can a stupid belt look so sinfully good on you? It's just a dumb piece of leather but I find myself staring at it, and you, too often than I care to say!" Words erupted before you could hold them back. You blushed deeper and felt half silly. "I want… I want to feel it tied around my wrists. And.. and you, using it to use me.."

"My darling little wife, this is new," he said by your ear. He took the belt from your hands and slowly pulled it up the front of your abdomen, breast, and shoulder – mindful to let you feel every inch of leather and silver alike. A secret grin dimpled his mouth at your shuddering reaction. "So sensitive. Have you thought about this often?"

"A few times…"

He continued trailing it along your body. He did love that belt. So much so that the wonderfully worn leather felt like butter across your skin. "Put your hands in the small of your back… yeah, there, just like that. My good girl. Listening so well." He muttered soft praises as he wrapped the belt around your wrists, looping and securing, before testing the buckle of the bind. Fully secured. "Mayhap I should buy you leather garb. You look so lovely bound by it," he whispered hotly by your ear as he shoved you forward onto the bed.

You gasped, easily falling onto the mattress. Using your knees for support beneath your body, you were effectively face down and ass up for your dragon prince. The position had your cheek squished against the soft quilts. "Please, husband, I need you," you simpered, quivering, knowing your most private areas were on full display for him; wrists folded and tied together at the small of your back.

He tutted. “And here I thought I would build you up nice and slow tonight after being such a good wife in court. So charming and pretty. Dazzling everyone with your smile…,” he smirked with a tilt of his head, regarding you with adoration and lust alike. “Eat your sweet cunny real nice and slow… only after making you peak on my fingers.” His voice was lower, now, and somehow it seemed all the louder. “But that’s not what you want, is it? You greedy little thing. You only want to be bound and used as a silk whore. Like a cheap thrill.”

From your angle you couldn’t see him. Alertness trickled your skin. You yelped as his palm slapped down against your upturned ass – once on each cheek, and twice on one for good measure. Your spine arched lower; slick glistened on your inner thighs. A fourth made the back of your throat burn with unshed emotion.

“You are sooo wet,” he mocked, tugging on his cock. “All from me and my belt? I wonder what my boots do to you? My gloves?” He lined up with your pink, glistening folds. The swollen head of his cock sunk easily past your drenched opening, your walls clamping on him as if to guide him right where you wanted him to be.

Honestly you’d never given much thought to his boots or gloves, but now your mind was wandering with lewd images of both in increasingly depraved ways. “Yes! More, husband, fuck me hard,” you whined as your toes curled in beautiful anticipation. Your breath trembled in your lungs; you were shuddering beneath him.

The fingers of one hand sunk harshly into the soft meat of your hip while the other gripped your bound wrists as if he were flying. In a single movement he rolled his hips forward and wholly filled you. He was barely nestled in you for the briefest part of a moment before he pulled back, cock almost slipping out, and shoved back into your desperate cunt. Again. And again. Firmly. Harshly. Roughly. Each time his lean pelvis slapped against you his stones grazed your clit and you thought you were going mad from the sensation. If the Gods were indeed real, they were here. Surely this is what their grace felt like. Bliss, pure and simple and breathtaking, glowed within you.

Using the leverage he had over your body he pulled you into each of his thrusts. “My good girl. My cock hungry wife. Taking me so well. Fuck– you’re taking all of me so easy. My very own slut,” he growled through his words, abdomen flexing and tightening with the effort of his movements.

Your wrists swirled in their restraints, fingers flexed into and out of fists, and the back of your thighs burned from being in this position for so long. Your eyes rolled into your head as Aemond fucked you ruthlessly – just what you wanted – using your body for his own pleasure. Your mouth hung agape. Head empty. Only incoherent babbles and pleas came from you amidst the obscene slapping noises of your crashing bodies.

He finally released your hip only to squeeze into your hair. He relished your little whine as he fisted his hand, tension pulling at the roots of your hair. “Gonna plant my seed right here in this pretty little womb. Gonna fill you up with silver haired babes,” he panted, his hot breath almost cool against your skin. He was rutting into you as deep as he could, now, motions sloppy as he chased his high.

“Yes! Please, Aemond. I want all of your babes.. Fuck–!” You squeaked.

With one final snap he nestled fully into you. A series of twitching throbs echoed throughout his entire manhood and your dragon prince groaned through his orgasm. You were gifted with one at the same time; your moans of release like music to Aemond’s ears, heart, and ego. Sweat sheened his skin. His hair was skewed and messy.

Slowly, easily, he pulled free from you. “Are you okay?” He asked as he began to unbind your wrists. “You got me carried away there.” You didn’t have to see him to know a blush burned the tips of his ears, a shy grin on his face.

Once unbound, you rolled over to your back and smiled up at him, eyes glazed as you basked in the post-orgasm sensations. “More than okay,” you said with meaning.

He leaned down and kissed you with all the softness he possessed. “Good. I didn’t think I’d enjoy that so much, and I want to make sure I didn’t hurt you.”

You giggled. “I’m sure I will be sore, but it will be a good sore. Thank you for indulging my silly wish.”

“Keep thinking about my boots and gloves, my love, mayhap you can pick a favorite.” He pulled your naked body against his and buried his nose into your neck, content to lay there and pepper you with lovebites until he stirred, ready, for a more gentle second round.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed, please consider a follow, and/or reblog, and/or letting me know as it all makes me vvvery happy! ❤️

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dixons-sunshine · 2 months

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Discovery | Scud Frohmeyer x Fem!Reader

Summary: While the two of you were supposed to be working on a new project for Blade, Scud had better things in mind. And those better things included a discovery that you'd most definitely use to your advantage in the future.

Warnings: Suggestive content, fingering but not really.

Word count: 584.

A/N: Dedicated to @celtic-crossbow. Hope you like this, my love 💜.

The machine that had to be repaired was a forgotten memory on the table. A half-smoked joint was burning out in the ashtray next to the machine, blueprints and other papers were strayed all over the floor and the rock song that filled the air was almost completely drowned out by the loud, lewd moans that filled the air.

You and Scud were supposed to be working. You knew that. Blade would be back any minute to collect the machine Scud was working on and to get a report on the blood tests you were running to improve his serum. However, as you found yourself sat upon one of the workbenches and as Scud's lips trailed down your jaw, down to your collarbone, you couldn't care to be worried about being late with it. What was happening was way more fun, and it definitely deserved all of your attention.

“Josh,” you moaned out breathlessly, tilting your head back to allow him better access to your neck. Your mind was foggy, your only thoughts being him and how good he was making you feel at that moment. His fingers were languidly rubbing circles over your clit through the fabric of your underwear.

Scud hummed against your skin, his kisses burning a fiery trail down your neck as he began to suck at your collarbone. “Yeah? Does that feel good, Baby?” he asked you rhetorically. He knew damn well how he was making you feel. Your downright sinful, nearly pornographic moans told him all he needed to know.

You nodded frantically, your fingers running through his hair in an attempt to ground yourself back down to Earth. Scud took that as a sign to up his game. He slipped his hand into your underwear and let his finger glide through your slit. The action made you gasp. Without even really thinking about it, you lightly yanked on his hair as another moan escaped you. However, your moan was drowned out by the obscene sound that left Scud's mouth.

You looked at Scud in surprise at the sound that had escaped him. The sound bordered on both a whimper and a groan. You had never heard him make that sound before. To say you were surprised would be an understatement. And as Scud's cerulean eyes locked with your own eyes, you could clearly see that he was just as surprised about that revelation as you.

“Well shit, I'll be damned,” he laughed, his hand slipping from your underwear to rest on your thighs. “I think you just unlocked a new kink for me.”

You giggled and brushed some of the hair away from his face. “And here I thought I knew everything about you.” You cupped his cheek and caressed it lovingly. “I'm surprised I didn't do that sooner. We could've figured it out a whole lot earlier.”

Scud leaned forward and pressed a messy, tender kiss to your lips. When he pulled back, he leaned into your touch, a small smile on his face. “You're gonna use this to your advantage, aren't you?”

“Oh, definitely.” You laughed. “I'm gonna overuse this piece of knowledge. Just you wait.”

You pulled him in for a fiery, hungry kiss. Scud moaned and returned the kiss with a fervor of his own. And as your hands trailed back up to his hair, he couldn't help the excitement that pooled at the pit of his stomach.

Yeah, you could use that little discovery all you wanted. He definitely didn't mind.

#krys writes .ೃ࿐#scud x reader #scud fanfiction #scud blade 2 #scud frohmeyer #scud #scud frohmeyer smut #scud frohmeyer x reader #joshua fromeyer #josh frohmeyer x reader #joshua frohmeyer x reader #josh frohmeyer #blade2 #blade 2

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stardustpinkart · 7 months

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Lucifer transformed back into his normal form. "Sorry for scaring you. I see you've discovered singing." He mused, sitting next to him.

Adam nodded, grinning. "It's fun, I really like it. I think it sounds nice... Um- ... I'm sorry, which one are you?" Lucifer tilted his head and laughed lightly. "Lucifer. I usually stay as a snake when I enter the garden?" The man perked up. "Oh yeah! The white one! I'm Adam!"

Lucifer couldn't help but grin at the human's enthusiasm. He adored it to be honest. "Trust me, we all know who you are. How are you enjoying life so far?" "Oh, I really like it! I like learning new things about myself. So far I've learned that I like sweet things, like fruit, and soft things like those other horse things- with the.. branches.. on their heads?" "Deer?" "Yeah, deer, I like those."

The angel smiled along with Adam, just as excited as he was about his discoveries. "You wanna know what else is soft? Here, I think you'll like it." He extended one of his wings out for Adam to feel, accidentally brushing it against his side. The human jumped and covered his side, a surprised grin spreading across his face followed by a sweet sounding giggle.

Lucifer gasped and scooted closer. "You're ticklish! I didn't know we were giving that to humans! Oh this is great, you're going to have so much fun-" "What's.. What's ticklish?"

The angel grinned, excitedly. "Lift your arms a little bit, I'll show you." Adam did as he was told, lifting his arms up. Again, Lucifer extended his wings, gently brushing them against Adam's sides. The human snorted and slammed his arms down, laughing. Lucifer pulled his wings back to avoid having them stuck under Adam's arms, instead reaching out and gently digging into the sides of his tummy.

Adam shrieked and threw his head back, laughing. Not wanting to overwhelm him, Lucifer slowed to a stop, and pulled his hands back. After a moment of giggling and catching his breath, the human looked back up at the angel, sitting up and smiling.

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Based on this cute lil fic I found on Tumblr :) Theres an abudance of Hazbin stuff at the mo, a lot of it really good!

Its nice to think how it might have been in the early days. I grew up catholic, schools and the like(though we didnet really go to church or anything) so I know a few bits. The basic stories, Adam and eve, etc. I believe Lucifer was gods most beloved angel, even had a diffrent name, untill he fell. And that supposedly it hurt him terribly when his beloved angel did.

So since Hazbin already has an alternate lore, what REALLY happened in the beggining. I'm sure Adam would be a lot more innocent to begin with, more pleasant, after all, being nearly made, exploring LIFE. The worst aspects maybe came later especially if heaven and its angels overlypraised him, "Adam could do NOTHING wrong", which led to his arrongance and rudeness and cruelty. Perhaps in the beggining, Lucifer and Adam were even friends? It was later events that changed all that.

There is NO sexual themes here, just that of COURSE, Adam and Eve were naked in the garden. They coevered themsleves in leaves in shame after eating the fruit of knowledge right?

I was stumped for colours cuz, they do seem to vary. Like, Sir pentious, his new form was a lot less scary and threatening in heaven. SO I figured, when he was still alive and just starting in the world, he would have a more mortal colour scheme yeah? As would Lucifer have a softer angelic colour scheme back then

I really enjoyed drawing this :)

#artwork #fanart #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin adam #before they were enemies #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel adam #adam #tickling #play tickling #soft tickles #play tickles #tickle #tickles #fluffy

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bitchiswild · 10 months

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Colors Of Love

Kim Minjeong x F! Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 7.2k

A/n: I hate how this came out but I am sooo over it so here you are🥹

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"Hazel, come on! You're going to be late for your first day," I called out, a hint of urgency in my voice as I stood by the door, checking the time repeatedly.

"Coming, Mommy!" Hazel's excited voice echoed down the hallway. Within moments, she darted towards me, her eyes bright with anticipation. I enveloped her in a tight embrace, planting playful kisses all over her face as she giggled with delight.

"Are you excited?" I asked, trying to contain my own excitement as we stepped outside. The morning air was crisp, and the sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden hue over everything around us.

Hazel nodded vigorously, her curls bouncing with each movement. "Yes, Mommy! I can't wait to meet new friends and learn new things!"

Locking the door behind us, I couldn't help but feel a rush of pride and nostalgia, watching my little girl embark on this new adventure.

As we made our way towards Colorful Petals Kindergarten in the car, Hazel's excitement was palpable. Her chatter filled the space, talking about all the things she hoped to do and the friends she wanted to make. The vibrant energy was contagious, and I couldn't help but smile as I stole glances at her through the rearview mirror.

Upon arriving at the kindergarten, Hazel's enthusiasm flickered into nervousness. I gently unbuckled her from her car seat and held her hand, guiding her towards the classroom. But as we approached, her grip on my hand tightened, and I could see the worry etched on her face.

"Mommy, I don't feel good. I want to go home," Hazel whimpered softly, her voice tinged with anxiety.

Kneeling down to her level, I looked into her eyes, noticing the flicker of nervousness within them. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close in a reassuring hug. "Hazel, honey, you're going to be okay. It's normal to feel a little nervous on the first day. I promise you, you'll have so much fun, make lots of new friends, and learn amazing things. But if you still don't feel good by lunchtime, I'll come and pick you up, alright?"

"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but I could sense a slight ease in her tension.

With a gentle smile, I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before walking her to her classroom. As we approached the door, her apprehension seemed to lessen, replaced by a glimmer of curiosity as she peered into the colorful room filled with toys and other children.

"You've got this, Hazel," I encouraged her softly, squeezing her hand before giving her one last reassuring smile as she stepped into her new classroom. Watching her take hesitant steps forward, I knew this was the start of her own journey, filled with discoveries and adventures, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions - pride, anticipation, and a touch of wistfulness as I watched my little one begin her first day at kindergarten.

As I stood there, watching Hazel immerse herself in the activities, a voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned to see a striking woman standing beside me, her presence captivating.

"Is she yours?" the woman asked, her voice friendly and warm. I nodded, a proud smile forming on my lips.

"Yes, she is," I replied, feeling a mix of surprise and curiosity at the sudden conversation.

The woman's gaze shifted back to Hazel, and a soft smile graced her lips. "She looks like you. She's beautiful, just like her mom," she complimented, her eyes twinkling as she glanced at me and playfully winked.

The unexpected compliment caught me off guard, and I felt a rush of warmth spreading across my cheeks. "Thank you," I responded, feeling bashful yet appreciative of her kind words.

The woman chuckled softly, her demeanor friendly and welcoming. "You're doing a great job. Cherish these moments; they grow up so fast," she remarked, a hint of nostalgia in her voice.

I nodded, grateful for her encouragement and the shared sentiment. As I turned my attention back to Hazel, watching her giggle and interact with her new friends, I couldn't help but appreciate the kindness of the stranger's words and the reminder to treasure every moment of this precious journey.

The woman extended her hand with a warm smile. "My name is Kim Minjeong, but I'll be known as Miss Winter to the kids. I'm your daughter's teacher," she introduced herself.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Winter," I replied warmly, shaking her hand. The revelation that she was Hazel's teacher brought a sense of reassurance. Her friendly demeanor and the way she engaged with Hazel and the other children put me at ease.

"I'm glad Hazel has you as her teacher," I added with a smile, feeling a sense of gratitude knowing that my daughter was in capable and caring hands.

Miss Winter returned the smile, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "I'm excited to have her in my class. She's already making friends," she remarked, gesturing toward Hazel, who was now engrossed in a playful activity with a few other children.

"She's a little nervous today, but I'm sure she'll settle in quickly," I shared, feeling a sense of relief discussing it with someone who seemed understanding and supportive.

Miss Winter nodded empathetically. "First days can be a bit overwhelming, but she's doing great. I'll make sure she feels comfortable and included," she assured me, her tone filled with warmth and confidence.

I thanked her, feeling grateful for her reassurance and dedication. As I glanced back at Hazel, seeing her laugh and engage with her newfound friends, a sense of confidence washed over me, knowing that Hazel was not only in good hands but also in an environment where she could flourish and grow.

As Miss Winter observed my evident nervousness, she offered a reassuring smile. "She'll be okay," she assured me softly, her voice carrying a soothing tone filled with understanding.

Relieved by her comforting words, I nodded gratefully. "Thank you," I replied, feeling a bit more at ease knowing that Hazel had someone as caring as Miss Winter looking out for her.

Her reassuring gaze lingered for a moment longer before she added, "If anything goes wrong, I'll be sure to call you," her words laced with a promise and a sense of reassurance.

"Thank you so much," I said, genuinely appreciative of her thoughtfulness. Knowing that I would be informed if needed alleviated some of the worry that lingered within me.

With a gentle smile, Miss Winter nodded at me. "I'll see you again when school is over," she said warmly, her attention drawn back to the children as she went to tend to them.

Her reassuring words lingered in the air, and I felt a sense of comfort knowing she would be there to guide Hazel through her first day. As she engaged with the children, I took one last glance at her, grateful for her presence and the promise of seeing her again at the end of the day.

The ringing bell signaled the start of the school day, prompting me to take it as my cue to depart. Glancing at Miss Winter, I observed her effortlessly gathering the children, her reassuring presence calming any lingering apprehension.

As I prepared to leave, our eyes met, and Miss Winter offered a reassuring grin, accompanied by a wave. It was a silent acknowledgment that Hazel was in capable hands, and I found comfort in her confidence.

Returning their gestures, I locked eyes with Hazel, who had noticed me too. She waved enthusiastically, blowing me a kiss. In response, I sent her a flying kiss back, accompanied by a warm smile, silently conveying my love and encouragement for her first day.

Seeing her smile widen and her excitement grow as she joined her peers, I felt a mix of emotions—pride, a hint of nostalgia, and a surge of hope for the adventures that awaited her. With a final wave, I turned away, feeling a sense of reassurance knowing Hazel was in good care and ready to embark on her exciting journey at school.

As the school day wound down and I received no calls, I felt a sense of relief knowing Hazel had settled in well. Heading towards the school, I saw Miss Winter gathering the children for departure. They formed a cheerful group, likely singing a tune they'd learned during the day.

While quietly observing, I met Miss Winter's eyes, and she offered me a friendly wink. It felt light-hearted, a gesture of camaraderie rather than flirtation, leaving me feeling a touch bashful but appreciative of her warmth.

When the bell rang, signaling the end of the day, a flurry of excited children hurried towards their waiting parents. Among them, Hazel stood beside Miss Winter, holding her hand as she waited for me. Hazel's bright smile conveyed her excitement about her day, while Miss Winter's warm presence by her side reflected the nurturing environment she had created in her classroom.

"Mommy!" Hazel's enthusiastic voice echoed as she leaped into my arms. "Hazel!" I echoed back, catching her and showering her with kisses. "How was your day, honey?" I inquired, eager to hear about her adventures.

"IT WAS AMAZING! Miss Winter is so fun! We did arts and crafts, she read us a book, and we played outside," Hazel excitedly began recounting her day, her words tumbling out in a rush.

I chuckled at her enthusiasm, gazing at her affectionately. "I'm glad you had a great time, baby," I said, my heart swelling with joy at her excitement.

Glancing over at Miss Winter, I noticed her watching us with a soft gaze and a small smile. "How was she, Miss Winter?" I asked, curious about Hazel's day from her perspective.

"She was perfect! You have real smartie pants here, and no need to call me Miss Winter, Minjeong is fine," she replied warmly, her eyes sparkling with fondness as she spoke about Hazel. Her reassurance and praise filled me with gratitude, knowing Hazel was thriving under her care.

"Thank you, Minjeong, for taking care of Hazel today. What do you say, Hazel?" I gently prompted, wanting her to express her gratitude.

"Thank you, Miss Winter. I had fun today," Hazel chimed in with a beaming smile, her enthusiasm evident in her words.

Minjeong, pleased with Hazel's response, nodded with a warm smile. "You're very welcome, Hazel. I'm glad you had a good time," she replied, her tone kind and encouraging.

It was heartwarming to witness Hazel's positive experience on her first day, and I felt grateful for the care and attention Minjeong had provided. With a final wave goodbye, I led Hazel away, excited to hear more about her adventures and looking forward to the days ahead at Colorful Petals Kindergarten.

Months have passed, and Hazel is loving kindergarten more and more every day, and I thank Minjeong for that. That woman knows what she is doing," I thought to myself as I immersed myself in my work.

The day was busy, and I was engrossed in various tasks when my phone suddenly rang, displaying the school's number. A sense of unease pricked at me as I answered the call, my voice tinged with apprehension. "Hello?" I said, trying to hide the worry that instantly settled in my chest.

"Hi, is this Y/n Y/Ln I'm talking to?" the familiar voice of Minjeong, Hazel's teacher, greeted me on the other end.

"Yes, this is she," I responded, my concern growing as I anticipated the reason for the call.

"Hi Y/n, it's me, Minjeong. Hazel had a little accident. She fell and scratched her leg, and she's quite upset, asking for you. Is it possible for you to come in at the moment?" Minjeong's voice remained calm but conveyed her concern for Hazel's well-being.

My heart skipped a beat, worry surging through me at the news. "Of course, I'll be there in 10 minutes," I confirmed hastily, my mind already racing as I gathered my belongings and made a swift decision to leave my office.

"Okay, drive safely. I'll see you soon," Minjeong's reassuring words offered a small sense of comfort in the midst of the unexpected situation.

With a sense of urgency and worry propelling me forward, I hurried out of the office, my thoughts consumed by the need to comfort Hazel. The details were scarce, but my concern for her well-being intensified with each passing second. The image of Hazel's tearful face lingered in my mind, fueling my determination to reach her side as swiftly as possible.

Arriving at the school, my heart raced as I hurried through the office, guided by the sound of my daughter's distressed cries. "Hazel, mommy’s here, it's okay," I reassured her, my voice filled with both urgency and comfort.

Rushing towards her, I enveloped Hazel in my arms, cradling her close. "Mommy," Hazel whimpered, seeking solace by burying her tear-streaked face in my neck.

Gently rubbing her back, I held her tight, offering words of comfort. "It's alright, sweetheart. I'm here now," I murmured softly, trying to soothe her distress. The weight of her small body in my arms filled me with a mix of concern and relief, my primary focus on comforting her in this moment of vulnerability.

"You've got a boo-boo, huh?" I asked gently, noticing the bandaid on her knee.

"Yes, it hurts," Hazel whimpered softly, her voice filled with discomfort.

"You want Mommy's magic kisses?" I suggested with a small grin, hoping to bring a smile to her face despite the pain.

"Yes, please," she replied with a sniffle, her trust and hope evident in her response.

With tender care, I leaned in, planting gentle kisses on the bandaged knee, each kiss accompanied by a whispered promise of healing. "There you go, magical healing kisses," I murmured, hoping to ease her pain with the comforting touch of a mother's love.

"Thank you, Mommy," Hazel murmured gratefully, her voice still tinged with discomfort.

"Of course, baby," I replied, gently caressing her face, trying to offer comfort in any way I could.

I noticed Minjeong standing nearby, observing the whole ordeal with a mix of concern and admiration on her face. I turned to her, seeking more details about what had occurred. "What happened?" I questioned, wanting to understand how Hazel had gotten hurt.

"She was running and she slipped," Minjeong explained, concern etched in her voice as she recounted the incident.

"I was having too much fun," Hazel murmured softly, a hint of remorse in her voice, as if acknowledging that her enthusiasm had led to the accident.

I gave Hazel a gentle squeeze, assuring her that accidents happen, while also directing my attention to Minjeong, expressing my gratitude for her care and concern. "Thank you for letting me know, Minjeong. I appreciate your help," I said, grateful for her presence and attentiveness in handling the situation.

"Of course, I did promise I would call if anything happened," Minjeong reassured me with a nod, emphasizing her commitment to keeping me informed.

"Thank you again. It's best if we head home now. I'm sure your students are waiting for you to come back," I acknowledged, understanding her responsibilities and the need to return to her classroom.

However, before I could make my way to Hazel and prepare to leave, Minjeong stopped me. "Oh, before that, I have a question to ask you. Do you mind if we speak privately for a quick minute?" she requested a hint of urgency in her tone.

Glancing at Hazel, I assured her that I would be right back and signaled for her to get ready to leave. "Sure, we can talk," I replied to Minjeong, signaling my willingness to have a brief conversation despite the urgency of getting Hazel home. I followed Minjeong to a quieter corner, curious about what she needed to discuss.

Minjeong's gentle voice carried concern as she spoke, taking a moment to express something that had been weighing on her mind. "I've noticed Hazel feeling a bit down sometimes when we talk about families. Her classmates often share stories about their weekends, mentioning what they do with their mom and dad. During playtime, they ask why her mom always picks her up and not her dad. I've noticed that when she draws, it's usually just you and her, not including her dad. I hope I'm not overstepping, but is Hazel's father involved in her life?"

Her words painted a picture of the social dynamics Hazel faced at school, the innocent inquiries of her peers inadvertently highlighting the absence of a father figure in her life. Minjeong's concern was evident, and her gentle approach reflected her genuine care for Hazel's well-being. She wanted to ensure she wasn't intruding but genuinely wished to understand Hazel's family situation to better support her emotionally in the classroom.

"I'm sorry, no, he's not," I admitted vulnerably, feeling a pang of sadness for Hazel's situation. "It's just me and her."

Minjeong listened attentively, her expression a blend of empathy and understanding. Her compassionate gaze offered a sense of comfort amid the delicate conversation. "Thank you for telling me. May I ask what happened?" she inquired gently, her tone reflecting her genuine concern and desire to offer support.

Her respectful approach conveyed a willingness to listen without judgment, creating a safe space for me to share the personal circumstances that led to Hazel growing up without her father's presence.

"He didn't want to take responsibility, so he left," I shared quietly, the weight of those words carrying both sadness and a hint of emotional strain.

Minjeong listened attentively, acknowledging my emotional vulnerability. With a compassionate gesture, she placed a supportive hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry for overstepping," she offered empathetically, her touch a silent reassurance of her understanding.

"No, it's okay," I assured her, appreciating her concern. "You needed to know, so you can help Hazel emotionally if she ever talks about it." My voice held a mix of gratitude for her empathy and a hope that having this insight would aid in providing the support Hazel might need in navigating these sensitive feelings about her family situation.

Minjeong's supportive gesture and words of encouragement brought a sense of solace, yet the weight of being a single mother lingered heavily.

"Just so you know, you are doing a great job caring for her," Minjeong said with a soft smile, her sincerity palpable in the air.

Her acknowledgment struck a chord within me, causing tears to well up. "Thank you," I whispered, feeling an overwhelming mix of gratitude and vulnerability.

In the quiet moment that followed, I added with a sigh, "It's hard being a single mother at times." The admission carried the weight of the challenges and emotions I grappled with, a brief glimpse into the complexities that often accompanied the role I held in Hazel's life.

Minjeong's empathy was both unexpected and deeply appreciated. Her offer of support resonated, bringing a sense of relief in a moment of vulnerability.

"I get it, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you," Minjeong offered, her voice carrying a genuine sincerity that touched my heart.

Her kindness was a beacon of light amid the challenges I faced. I nodded, grateful for her understanding. "Thank you, that means a lot," I replied softly, touched by her gesture of compassion and the willingness to lend an ear when needed. Her willingness to offer support in return conveyed a sense of mutual care and solidarity that I deeply cherished.

"Alright, I'll let you and Hazel head home. Remember, if you need anything, I'm here for you," Minjeong said, her voice filled with reassurance and care.

"Thank you so much, Minjeong," I replied, feeling genuinely grateful for her understanding and support.

With a nod and a gentle smile, Minjeong allowed us to prepare to leave, her words lingering as a comforting reminder that support was just a call away. As I gathered Hazel, I felt a sense of gratitude for having such a caring teacher in her life, someone who not only looked after her education but also offered genuine support in times of need.

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The holiday rush had me darting through the grocery store aisles, focused on finding snacks Hazel would enjoy and making sure to grab plenty of fruit—knowing her penchant for it.

Amidst the hustle, my cart unexpectedly collided with another. "I am so sorry," I began to apologize, looking up quickly to see who I'd bumped into.

"Y/n?" the familiar voice exclaimed.

"Minjeong! Oh my god, how are you doing?" I greeted her with surprise and a smile, momentarily pausing my shopping to catch up. "Sorry for bumping into you."

Our chance encounter brought a sense of warmth amidst the holiday chaos. It was a pleasant surprise to meet someone familiar during the bustling preparations, and I was eager to share a quick catch-up with Minjeong.

"I'm doing well. Where's Hazel?" Minjeong asked, noticing her absence.

"She's at my sister's house for a sleepover with her cousins," I explained with a chuckle. "They put on a whole musical dance number last night to convince us to let them have a sleepover."

The memory brought a smile to my face—the sight of Hazel and her cousins enthusiastically performing their 'persuasion' act to sway us into agreeing to the sleepover was both endearing and amusing. It was moments like these that made the holiday season even more special.

"Kids are just too funny. That's why I wanted to become a teacher—because of my love for them and how their minds work," Minjeong shared, her chuckle echoing the sentiment.

"Does that mean you're alone for the night?" she asked, noting Hazel's absence and perhaps sensing my evening plans.

"Yeah, I will be. I'll probably catch up on some shows and have a glass of wine," I replied, contemplating how to spend the evening.

"I mean, I don't want you to be alone. How about you come over to my house? I'll even make you dinner," Minjeong suggested with a warm smile, extending an invitation filled with kindness and consideration.

Her offer was unexpectedly thoughtful, and the prospect of spending the evening in good company was tempting. It was a gesture that touched my heart, knowing that spending time together could bring a sense of comfort during the holiday season.

"I wouldn't want to intrude," I hesitated, feeling grateful for her invitation but also not wanting to impose.

"Not at all. We know each other enough. Think of it as friends hanging out and having fun," Minjeong reassured me, her words carrying a sense of warmth and genuine camaraderie.

Her assurance eased my uncertainty, reminding me of the bond we shared and the comfort of spending time together. It was an invitation extended with sincerity, paving the way for a relaxed and enjoyable evening, free from any formality or obligation.

"Sure, it sounds like fun. Count me in," I replied with a smile, feeling more excited about the evening ahead.

"Great! Here, let me give you my number so I can text you my address," Minjeong offered, reaching out for my phone. I handed it to her, and she swiftly typed in her details.

"There, I'll see you around, let's say 5?" she proposed, finalizing the plans.

"5 works great!" I confirmed, feeling a sense of anticipation for the gathering.

"Great! I'll see you soon!" Minjeong said cheerfully, waving as she walked away, leaving me looking forward to an evening of warmth, good company, and shared laughter during the festive season.

The anticipation of the evening with Minjeong stirred nerves within me, reminiscent of the feeling before a first date. My mind wandered, recalling the last time I felt such jitters—meeting Hazel's father. The similarity sent a rush of conflicting emotions through me.

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The upcoming dinner with Minjeong had my nerves all jumbled up. It felt like stepping into uncharted territory, carrying the weight of a first date's anticipation. The pressure to strike the right balance between casual and presentable was real as I picked out my outfit. I settled for a comfortable white sweater and jeans, hoping it wouldn't seem too much or too little.

There was something different about this dinner, a nervousness I couldn't quite shake off. It wasn't just a casual meet-up; it felt significant. Memories of past significant encounters flooded my mind, adding to the nerves of the evening.

The uncertainty loomed, making even the simplest decisions feel like navigating a minefield. Was I overthinking this? Perhaps. But there was an undeniable sense of anticipation mixed with apprehension.

Despite the nerves, there was a curious excitement, a desire to spend time with Minjeong, someone who felt more than just a friend. It was a cocktail of emotions—nervousness, excitement, and a touch of curiosity—creating a whirlwind within me as the time for the dinner drew closer.

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Minjeong’s POV

I glanced at the clock, realizing that the evening was fast approaching. Despite my attempts to calm myself, my nerves were on edge. It wasn't just a casual hangout for me; it meant more.

Preparing for Y/n's visit, I found myself fussing over the smallest details. I wanted everything to be perfect, perhaps more than what was necessary for just friends spending time together. Deep down, I held feelings for Y/n that I hadn't confessed, and tonight felt like an opportunity to create a memorable moment.

As I tidied up, thoughts of Y/n filled my mind. I wanted to make a good impression, to be the best version of myself. Each arrangement in the house was meticulously considered, a reflection of the anticipation and excitement I felt about the evening ahead.

Despite the nervousness stirring within, I couldn't deny the flutter of excitement at the prospect of spending time with someone I cared for deeply. Little did I know, tonight might hold a chance to reveal emotions that I had kept hidden for so long.

As I heard the soft knock on my door, signaling Y/n's arrival, my heart skipped a beat. Anticipation surged through me, and I hastily adjusted my clothes while wiping the sweat off my palms. Walking to the door, I felt a rush of nervous excitement.

Opening the door, I was met by Y/n, looking as beautiful as ever. My heart raced faster at the sight of her. "Y/n, welcome!" I greeted her warmly, smiling as I stepped aside to invite her in.

She walked past me, and her delightful perfume lingered in the air. "Minjeong, thank you for inviting me," she said, her smile illuminating the room.

Feeling overwhelmed, I couldn't help but think, 'I could've fainted right there' at the sight of her smile. "I love your home! It's so cozy," she exclaimed, admiring the interior design.

"Thank you, I worked hard to make this house a home," I chuckled nervously, feeling a mix of happiness and nervousness at her compliment.

Her admiration for the cozy atmosphere made my heart swell with pride, but also added to the nerves coursing through me. "It's all thanks to your presence," I almost blurted out, acknowledging how her being there added a special warmth to the space.

"Here, let me help you with that," I offered, assisting her in taking off her jacket and hanging it on the rack.

"Thank you," she replied gratefully.

"Of course, make yourself comfortable," I encouraged, gesturing for her to settle in. "My home is your home." The words slipped out, expressing my genuine desire to make her feel welcome and at ease in my space.

She chuckled softly. "I brought some wine for us to share," she said, holding up the bottle.

"What, you didn't have to," I responded, a hint of surprise in my voice as I took the wine from her hands. Despite my surprise, I couldn't help but appreciate the thoughtful gesture.

"I couldn't come empty-handed," she explained with a smile, her eyes reflecting a hint of excitement about sharing the wine.

"Well, thank you for the wine. We will for sure drink it," I replied gratefully, feeling touched by her considerate gesture.

"Come on, let's eat. You must be starving," I suggested, leading her towards the kitchen and offering her a seat. I went to the cupboard to retrieve some wine glasses, eager to share the wine she had brought. Carefully, I poured us each a glass, ready to start the evening off on a delightful note.

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Y/n POV

The dinner conversation flowed effortlessly between Minjeong and I, touching on various topics—work, our interests, Hazel, our past experiences, and more. With each passing moment, I found myself drawn to Minjeong's personality and warmth.

The more I got to know her, the more I found myself liking her. There was a natural ease to our conversation, a comfortable camaraderie that made being around her feel effortless. It was as if I had known her for far longer than just this evening.

It was a strange sensation—one I hadn't felt in a long time. Being around Minjeong stirred up emotions reminiscent of a high school crush, a feeling I hadn't experienced since Hazel's father. The way she made me laugh, the way our conversations flowed, it all felt strangely familiar yet entirely new. It was a whirlwind of emotions, stirring up both excitement and a hint of apprehension, yet also offering a sense of newfound happiness.

"Here, would you like some more wine?" Minjeong asked in a soft tone, offering to refill our glasses.

"I don't know... I still need to get home," I replied, a sense of responsibility tugging at me despite the desire to stay longer.

"You've been drinking. I won't let you drink and drive. I have an extra room for you, so stay and have another drink," Minjeong said, her expression a mix of concern and teasing, playfully convincing me.

"Alright," I said with a giggle, her playful insistence melting away my reservations. The warmth of her concern and the comfort of her invitation made it easy to agree.

Minjeong's sudden pause of the movie drew my attention, and I glanced at her, sensing something was amiss. Her fingers fidgeted nervously, and a flash of anxiety crossed her eyes, making me instinctively reach out, placing my hand on her lap to offer support.

"Minjeong, are you okay?" I asked, my concern evident as I tried to gauge what was troubling her.

Her words spilled out in a rush, "Y/n, I like you," she blurted, immediately covering her mouth in shock. My own eyes widened in surprise at her unexpected confession.

"Shit, sorry, that was not how I planned to confess," she nervously apologized, then took my hands in hers, meeting my gaze with sincerity.

“Y/n I've been wanting to share something with you for a while now. From the first day we connected, I've admired your strength and the incredible love you pour into your role as a single parent. Your dedication to your child and the way you nurture and support them is both inspiring and heartwarming. As we've gotten to know each other, I've come to appreciate your resilience and the depth of your kindness. The more I learn about you, the more I realize what an amazing person you are. Your ability to balance the responsibilities of parenthood with your own aspirations and dreams is something truly admirable. I've found myself drawn to you in a way I didn't expect. Your compassion, your unwavering commitment, and the beautiful way you navigate life have touched my heart. I admire your courage, your ability to love deeply, and the sacrifices you make for your child. I want you to know that I see you, not just as an incredible parent but as an extraordinary individual. Your strength, your warmth, and your resilience have deeply resonated with me. I feel a genuine connection with you that I haven't experienced before. I understand that your child is your priority, and I respect that entirely. But I also wanted to share that I've developed feelings for you beyond friendship. I admire and care for you in a way that goes beyond words. I hope this doesn't complicate things or make you uncomfortable in any way. Your happiness and comfort are incredibly important to me. Regardless of what happens next, I treasure the bond we've formed and value your friendship deeply. I would love nothing more than the chance to take you on a proper date and continue discovering the depths of who you are. Your presence in my life has been a gift, and I would be honored if you'd consider exploring this journey with me. What do you say?"

In that moment of unspoken connection, I sensed the weight of anticipation lingering between us. Minjeong's eyes mirrored a mix of hope and uncertainty, eagerly awaiting my response. But as our gazes locked, a surge of emotions overwhelmed me, rendering words unnecessary.

Without hesitation, I bridged the space between us, feeling a rush of longing and affection. With a gentle yet decisive motion, I cupped her face in my hands, drawing her close. Our lips met in a fervent, passionate kiss that spoke volumes about the emotions stirring within us.

The kiss was an outpouring of pent-up emotions—tenderness, desire, and an unspoken promise of exploring what lay between us. In that heartfelt embrace, time seemed to stand still, enveloping us in a shared moment where words could never capture the depth of our connection.

With a soft pull, I gently drew away, my eyes locked with Minjeong, both of us still lost in the lingering haze of our kiss. "I would love to go on a date with you," I uttered, a smile naturally lighting up my face.

As my words sunk in, Minjeong's initial daze dispersed, replaced by a sudden realization. A radiant smile broke across her face, an expression of pure joy and relief. Without a word, she leaned in, closing the gap between us, her lips meeting mine in another tender, impassioned kiss.

Soft sighs escaped, lost in the symphony of our shared breaths.

The kiss deepened, a slow dance of passion and longing. Our mouths moved in a harmonious rhythm, each touch fueling an insatiable hunger. Fingertips lightly grazed, tracing the contours of cheeks and necks, seeking the warmth and connection that only skin-to-skin contact can offer.

There was an unspoken urgency, a magnetic pull drawing us impossibly closer. The taste of anticipation lingered, mingling with the sweetness of shared desire. In that intimate moment, time seemed to stand still, the world around us fading into insignificance.

As our kiss slowly drew to a tender conclusion, Minjeong gently withdrew, her eyes fixed upon mine, a soft, reverent gaze that held a multitude of unspoken sentiments. There was an intimacy in her touch as she delicately brushed a stray tendril of my hair behind my ear, a tender gesture that conveyed a world of emotion.

"You're beautiful," she murmured, her words carrying a weight of sincerity that sent a rush of warmth coursing through me. It was a simple phrase but uttered with such genuine admiration that it resonated deeply, making my heart flutter.

She pulled me close, inviting me into an embrace that felt like a safe haven, where our bodies molded together in perfect synchrony. The air was charged with the remnants of our shared moment, an ambiance of tenderness and quiet affection that enveloped us.

Nestled against each other, we resumed our cozy position, Minjeong's arms wrapped around me protectively. With a tender smile, she resumed the paused movie, the sound of its soundtrack serving as a soothing backdrop to our shared space.

As the movie's end credits rolled and the room fell into a gentle quiet, Minjeong reached over, switching off the TV before rising from the couch, gently pulling me up with her. There was an effortless ease in her touch as she held me close for a fleeting moment, the connection between us palpable, before guiding me toward her room.

"Let's go get ready for bed," she suggested, her tone gentle and inviting. Following her lead, I trailed behind as she retrieved toothbrushes from her bathroom cabinet, handing one to me with a warm smile. Our simple act of brushing our teeth together felt oddly intimate, our bodies slightly brushing against each other, sharing smiles in the mirror.

After finishing, she fetched a set of clothes from her closet and handed them to me with a kind gesture. "Here, wear these," she said, her considerate nature shining through. I excused myself to change in the bathroom, but as I returned, I inadvertently walked in on Minjeong as she slipped her shirt on, revealing the subtle contours of muscles along her back. A momentary pause hung in the air before she turned, catching me in the act.

"Enjoyed the show?" she teased, a playful smirk gracing her lips, causing a warm flush to spread across my cheeks. "Maybe," I teased back, our laughter filling the room, easing any momentary tension.

"You look amazing in my clothes," she complimented, her eyes meeting mine with a soft gaze. With a subtle nod toward her bed, she extended an invitation. "Come join me in bed."

I hesitated, considering the guest room, but Minjeong's playful insistence rang through her words. "Y/n, I'm not asking, I'm telling you," she teased, her tone lighthearted but determined. Her invitation held a warmth that dissolved any hesitation, leaving me feeling welcomed and embraced in her presence.

Lying in bed, I felt Minjeong's comforting presence envelop me as she drew me into her embrace. A sigh of contentment escaped her lips as she expressed, "I had fun today," her voice carrying a soft, tender tone. I gazed up at her, meeting her eyes, and echoed her sentiment, "Me too," feeling a sense of calmness wash over me, mirroring her contentment.

"Sweet dreams, Y/n," she whispered softly, but I was already on the cusp of sleep, drifting into a serene slumber wrapped in the tranquility of the moment. Her gentle words lingered in the air, offering a soothing backdrop to the peacefulness of the night as sleep began to claim its hold on me.

In the soft haze of the morning light filtering through the windows, I stirred awake, reaching out for Minjeong, only to find the space beside me empty. A faint aroma of breakfast wafted through the air, pulling me out of the cozy embrace of the bed. Curiosity piqued, I ventured out in search of her, finding Minjeong standing by the stove, tending to breakfast.

Unable to resist the urge, I quietly approached her, wrapping my arms around her from behind, nuzzling my face into the warmth of her back, breathing in her comforting scent. "Good morning," she greeted softly, her eyes meeting mine in the reflection of the kitchen window, holding a tender adoration in her gaze as she turned around to reciprocate the hug.

"Morning," I whispered back, reveling in the warmth of her embrace, feeling a tranquil intimacy settle between us. We stood there for a while, entwined in each other's arms, relishing the serene moment that spoke volumes without needing any words. It was a quiet yet profound acknowledgment of the comfort found in each other's presence.

"How was your sleep?" Minjeong inquired, her gentle fingers brushing strands of hair away from my face, a tender smile gracing her lips.

"Amazing with you there," I replied, a genuine smile forming on my face, noting the faint blush that colored Minjeong's cheeks in response to my words. Her warmth was infectious.

"I made us breakfast. Go freshen up a bit, it will be done soon," she suggested, her voice carrying a hint of affection. I leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her cheek in gratitude before heading to freshen up.

Upon my return, I found Minjeong setting the plates down on the table, a spread of breakfast awaiting us. I settled beside her, and together, we indulged in the morning meal, the quiet ambiance of the room filled with a soothing conversation that flowed effortlessly between us.

With every bite, our conversation deepened, sharing thoughts and anecdotes that painted a tranquil atmosphere, where the simple pleasure of each other's company became the highlight of the morning. It was in these tranquil moments, amidst the shared meal, that our connection blossomed, wordlessly affirming the comfort found in each other's presence.

With the last bites of breakfast disappearing, a serene air lingered between us. Minjeong turned to me, affection glistening in her eyes, a subtle hint of nervousness woven into her expression.

"Y/n, I know this may be fast, but will you be my girlfriend?" Her hopeful gaze fixated on me, carrying an earnest desire for my response.

"I would love to be your girl, Minjeong," I replied, my voice filled with adoration and certainty. The warmth of my words seemed to ignite a radiant joy within her.

Minjeong, overcome with giddiness, rose from her seat, drawing me into her embrace. As she pulled away slightly, her hands cupped my face gently, guiding me into a sweet and tender kiss that felt like a gentle promise of a journey yet to unfold.

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As the months rolled by, Minjeong and I found ourselves steeped in happiness, our bond growing stronger with each passing day. Around the third month of our relationship, we decided to share the news with Hazel, inviting her into this new chapter of our lives.

Hazel's reaction was beyond heartwarming—she was positively ecstatic. Her eyes lit up with joy, her excitement palpable as she embraced the idea of us being together. Miss Winter, who had been a constant in Hazel's life, was not only her cherished teacher but also someone she deeply admired. Knowing that her mommy had found love with someone as wonderful as Miss Winter filled Hazel with immense happiness.

The acceptance and excitement from Hazel served as a confirmation for us, reassuring us that our decision was not only right but also something that would bring joy and positivity into our lives. Seeing Hazel's enthusiasm and support made our relationship feel even more special and complete.

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Two years had swiftly passed, marked by profound moments and cherished memories. Minjeong and I had taken the leap, deciding to intertwine our lives in marriage. For Hazel's 6th birthday, she chose a beach outing, a simple yet joyous celebration.

On the sun-kissed shore, Hazel and Minjeong wandered near the water's edge, engaged in the delightful pursuit of collecting sea shells. Meanwhile, I sat comfortably under the shade of an umbrella, cradling our 5-month-old baby girl, Jade, in my arms. The tranquil sounds of the ocean merged with the laughter of Hazel and the gentle waves, creating a perfect symphony of contentment.

As I watched my family, an overwhelming sense of completeness enveloped me. Everything felt just right, and in that moment, I realized that having my loved ones gathered around me was all I ever needed. The sight of Minjeong and Hazel's joy, the sound of the ocean, and the presence of our little Jade felt like a snapshot of pure happiness, etching a beautiful memory in the album of our lives.

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