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Sacrifices/ BTR Book 2: a Jhea Fanfic.

Chapter 7: Jeyce, Jeyce, Jeyce..

January 27th, 2025 4:57 PM

After a few moments, Jey made his way upstairs, his footsteps soft but deliberate as he approached their bedroom. He opened the door gently, finding her curled up on the floor beside their bed, her arms wrapped around her knees. Her face was buried in her hands, but her quiet, choked sobs were unmistakable.

Seeing her like this broke something in Jey’s heart. Without a word, he sank down beside her, reaching out and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close. She tensed slightly at first, but then she let herself melt into his embrace, the warmth of his hold comforting yet bittersweet.

“Rhea…” he whispered, his voice tender as he brushed his hand along her back. “I’m here, baby.”

She sniffed, lifting her head to look at him, her eyes red and glistening with tears. “I—I just wanted to be there for him, Jey. I never wanted to replace his mom, but I wanted him to know… to know that I love him. But he hates me. He’ll never see me as… as family.”

Jey shook his head gently, wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “He doesn’t hate you, Rhea. He’s just… confused, and he’s hurting. He doesn’t understand everything the way we do. Kids say things out of anger sometimes. It doesn’t mean they don’t love you.”

Rhea took a shaky breath, looking down. “It just… it hurt. Hearing that. I’ve been trying so hard, Jey. I know I’m not his real mom, but I thought… I thought we were okay.”

“We are okay,” Jey reassured her, pulling her closer and kissing the top of her head. “This doesn’t change anything. You’re part of this family, and you always will be. Jeyce is just going through something right now. But that’s why I’m gonna talk to Takecia about this when she gets here on Friday with Jaciyah. We’ll figure this out together.”

Rhea’s gaze softened as she looked up at him, a faint glimmer of hope breaking through her sadness. “You really think it’ll help?”

Jey nodded firmly. “I do. Takecia and I have been through a lot, and we both want what’s best for Jeyce. I think she’ll understand, and together we can show him that he doesn’t have to choose between us. You’re just as important in his life, Rhea, whether he realizes it right now or not.”

Rhea leaned into his shoulder, allowing herself to find comfort in his words. “Thank you, Jey… for always being here. For reminding me that I belong.”

Jey pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his hand gently rubbing her back. “I’ll always be here. I chose this life with you, Rhea, and that means through the hard parts too. We’re gonna get through this—together. You, me, Jeyce, Jaciyah… and our baby.”

Rhea’s lips trembled as she gave him a small, grateful smile. Hearing him say that made her heart swell, giving her a renewed sense of hope. Jey pulled her closer, holding her in silence, letting his presence reassure her, his words a steady promise that they’d find their way forward as a family.

In that moment, nestled in his arms, Rhea felt the weight on her heart lighten just a little. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, but with Jey by her side, she felt like they could overcome anything together.

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January 28th, 2025 12:09 PM

The next day at lunch, Jeyce sat alone at the table, picking at his sandwich in silence. Yesterday’s argument with his dad and his bonus mom lingered in his mind, leaving a heaviness he couldn’t shake. He’d made the sandwich himself that morning—just peanut butter and jelly, hastily slapped together—and now, even the thought of eating it felt exhausting. He let out a sigh, pushing the crust around with his thumb, his mind drifting back to his mom and dad’s disappointed faces. It was like a weight on his chest he couldn’t lift.

“Excuse me?” A soft, gentle voice broke through his thoughts.

Jeyce looked up, startled to see a girl standing in front of him. She was striking—a pale complexion that reminded him of the vampires he’d seen in movies, jet-black hair cascading down her shoulders, and a cool confidence that didn’t match the average middle-schooler. She wore a black “Motionless in White” band T-shirt, dark jeans, and black Vans. In her hand, she held a purple lunch bag covered with butterfly patterns, a surprisingly gentle touch amid her otherwise edgy style.

“Uh… yeah?” Jeyce stammered, unsure of how to respond.

The girl tilted her head slightly, a small, warm smile on her face. “Can I sit here?”

“Sure,” Jeyce replied, shrugging and motioning to the empty seat across from him.

She sat down gracefully, setting her lunch bag on the table and meeting his gaze without hesitation. “I’m Demetria,” she introduced herself, her voice quiet but steady. “But I go by Demi. It’s less of a mouthful.”

“Jeyce,” he replied, feeling slightly self-conscious. He watched as she unpacked her lunch, noting the care with which she unwrapped a sandwich and placed a small container of cut fruit beside it. There was something intriguing about her, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“Cool name,” she said, taking a small bite of her sandwich. “So… what brings you to the ‘loner lunch table’? Didn’t see you around here last week.”

Jeyce shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to reveal too much. “I just moved here and I don’t really have any friends. Plus my family is.. blended.”

Demi’s eyes softened, and she nodded as if she understood without needing any further explanation. “Family can be… complicated,” she said, her voice trailing off. She glanced down at her sandwich, her fingers tracing the edge of the bread. “I get it. My family’s kinda non-traditional too, I guess.”

Jeyce’s curiosity was piqued. “Non-traditional?”

Demi chuckled, a hint of irony in her smile. “Yeah. It’s just me and my dad now. He’s a tattoo artist, so people look at him and think he’s all scary, but he’s actually a giant softie. He’s intense, though, and people don’t always understand him.” She looked back up at Jeyce. “I guess it rubs off on me sometimes.”

Jeyce nodded, feeling a strange connection to her. “Yeah, my family’s kinda like that too. My dad’s… kind of a big deal, I guess. He’s a wrestler, so people think he’s all tough, but he’s actually really caring.”

Demi’s eyes widened, genuinely intrigued. “That’s actually really cool. So… does everyone treat you differently because of that?”

Jeyce shrugged, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his sandwich. “Sometimes. People think I’m supposed to be just like him—tough and strong and all that. But… I don’t know. It’s not that easy.”

Demi nodded thoughtfully, as if she understood more than he expected her to. She looked down at her lunch bag, a small smile playing on her lips. “People are quick to assume things. They see what they want to see. Look at me,” she gestured to her dark outfit, the band T-shirt, the black jeans. “People think I’m all broody and dark just because of how I dress. But I like butterflies too, you know?” She pointed to her purple lunch bag, covered in small, colorful butterflies.

Jeyce chuckled, feeling his shoulders relax for the first time that day. “Yeah, I get that. People always want to put you in a box.”

“Exactly!” she replied, her eyes brightening. “They don’t even try to see who you really are. They think they already know.” She paused, her smile softening. “But I see you, Jeyce. You’re more than what people think.”

For a moment, Jeyce just stared at her, caught off guard by her words. It was like she saw right through him, like she could see the parts he tried so hard to hide. The weight in his chest didn’t feel as heavy, and the knot in his stomach loosened just a bit.

“Thanks, Demi,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

She gave him a small smile, then took another bite of her sandwich.

Demi with a small smile playing on her lips as she put up her fruit cup. “So… do you take the bus to school?” she asked, her tone light and curious.

Jeyce nodded, feeling his heart rate pick up just a little. “Yeah, today was actually my first time taking it,” he replied. “My family and I, we live up by the New Canaan border in North Stamford.”

Demi’s eyes lit up. “No way! I live around there, too. Maybe we can sit together on the bus?” she offered, her gaze hopeful.

Jeyce tried to keep his composure, but he couldn’t help the small smile that slipped through. “Yeah… yeah, that’d be cool,” he replied, trying to act nonchalant.

Demi grinned and tilted her head slightly. “Do you have a cell phone?”

Jeyce nodded and pulled his phone from his pocket. They quickly exchanged numbers, and he saved her name with a little purple butterfly emoji next to it, remembering her lunch bag.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, Jeyce felt a wave of disappointment that their conversation had to end. But he looked at Demi with a confident smile. “I’ll text you in my next class.”

Demi returned his smile, a playful glint in her eyes. “I’ll be waiting.” With one last look, she stood up and walked toward her next class, leaving Jeyce feeling lighter than he had in days.

As he watched her go, he felt a small spark of hope ignite inside him. Maybe, just maybe, things were starting to look up.

Jeyce settled into his seat at the back of the classroom, his heart racing with anticipation. He pulled out his phone and, after a moment of contemplation, typed, “So… are you a big Motionless in White fan?”

A few moments later, his phone buzzed with Demi’s reply. “Yes! My dad got me into them. What about you?”

Jeyce hesitated, feeling a twinge of uncertainty. He didn’t want to look out of place, but he also didn’t want to come off as fake. He typed back, “Yeah, for sure!”

But Demi wasn’t buying it. “You don’t have to lie,” she replied with a teasing tone.

Caught off guard, Jeyce sighed, “Okay, I lied. I don’t really know their music that well.” He could practically hear her laughter through the screen, and it made him chuckle too.

“Don’t worry, I’ll put you on,” Demi responded, her enthusiasm evident even in text. “We can have a listening party or something!”

A smile crept across Jeyce’s face as he envisioned sitting with her, the two of them sharing music and laughter. He typed back, “That sounds awesome! I’d like that.”

“Sweet! I’ll make a playlist for you,” she replied, adding a smiley face emoji that made Jeyce’s stomach flutter.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and the start of the next class, but Jeyce felt a warm glow inside him that lingered beyond the lunch hour. As he tucked his phone away, he couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe this day was about to turn around after all.

The teacher began the lesson, but Jeyce found it hard to concentrate. His mind kept drifting back to Demi and their budding friendship. He pictured them sitting together on the bus, sharing music, and maybe even sharing secrets. It was a welcome distraction from the tension at home.

Just as he settled into a daydream about their future conversations, his phone buzzed again under his desk. Stealing a quick glance, he saw another message from Demi: “Seriously, don’t stress about music! Just be yourself. We’ll have fun!”

Jeyce couldn’t help but grin, feeling a rush of gratitude for her easygoing nature. He typed back, “Thanks! I’ll try not to freak out. See you on the bus!”

As the teacher continued lecturing, Jeyce felt a new sense of hope stirring within him. This friendship and possible courtship with Demi might just be the change he needed.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day for those who rode the bus, Jeyce felt a rush of excitement. He practically sprinted to the waiting spot, heart pounding as he spotted Demi climbing onto the bus. He couldn’t help but grin as he made his way over, eager to join her.

Demi was already settled into a seat near the back, and she waved him over with an inviting smile. Jeyce hurriedly slid in next to her, feeling a mix of nerves and exhilaration.

“How about we take turns?” Demi suggested, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “You pick a song, and I’ll pick a song.”

Jeyce nodded, his smile widening. “Yeah, that sounds cool!”

Demi handed him an AirPod and her phone, and he felt a little thrill at the casual intimacy of the moment. He scrolled through her YouTube library, trying to act casual but secretly searching for something that would impress her. After a moment of deliberation, he settled on Kanye West’s “Good Life.”

“Here, check this out!” Jeyce said, plugging in the AirPod and passing it back to her.

Demi grinned and put the AirPod in her ear, her head bobbing slightly to the beat as the song played. Jeyce watched her, captivated by the way she seemed to lose herself in the music.

“This is a classic!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine excitement. “I love Kanye! Great choice!”

Jeyce felt a surge of pride at her approval. “Thanks! I’ve heard it a few times. It’s one of those songs that just makes you feel good, you know?”

Demi nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly! It’s all about living your best life.” She leaned back against the seat, tapping her fingers to the rhythm. “Okay, my turn next!”

As the song faded out, Jeyce felt a sense of anticipation. Demi scrolled through her playlist and finally settled on a song. “You’re gonna love this one! It’s by Motionless in White,” she said, her voice bubbling with excitement.

She played “Voices,” and Jeyce listened intently as the heavy instrumentals kicked in, instantly engulfing him in a darker vibe. He felt a little out of his element, but as Demi nodded her head to the music and sang along softly, he couldn’t help but appreciate the energy she brought.

“See? You’re already getting into it!” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just wait until I show you some of their other songs. They’re amazing live!”

As the bus jolted forward, Jeyce leaned back, allowing himself to be swept up in the moment. He couldn’t believe how easy it was to talk to Demi. With each song, their connection deepened, and the stress from the previous day faded into the background.

“So, what else do you like besides music?” Demi asked as the song played on.

Jeyce paused, thinking carefully. “I like video games a lot. And I’m into drawing too, though I’m not very good. I also started learning the piano because my dad plays. ” he admitted, a bit shyly.

Demi smiled encouragingly. “I love drawing! What do you like to draw? I actually play the piano too, I can help you.”

“Mostly superheroes and stuff. I’m really into comic books and no kidding, I would like for you to help me.” Jeyce confessed, feeling more at ease. “What about you?”

Demi’s eyes lit up. “I love horror movies! The scarier, the better! And I like to draw dark art—kind of creepy but cool stuff.”

“Really? That’s awesome!” Jeyce said, impressed. “I’d love to see some of it.”

“Definitely!” Demi replied, her excitement infectious. “And maybe we can do a drawing session sometime!”

Jeyce felt warmth spread through him at the idea. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

As they continued sharing music and stories, Jeyce couldn’t help but feel like he had found a kindred spirit in Demi. The bus bounced along the road, but for the first time in a long while, everything felt right.

As the bus rolled to a stop at the corner, Jeyce and Demi made their way off along with a few other kids. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter as everyone separated to head home. But Jeyce and Demi lingered by the street sign, a subtle tension hanging in the air between them.

Demi pointed to the south end of the street, her finger directing Jeyce’s gaze. “I live over there, in that brown house,” she said, a smile lighting up her face as she gestured towards a cozy, two-story home.

Jeyce looked in the direction she was pointing, nodding as he responded, “That’s cool! I live over here.” He pointed towards the gated property settled at the east end of the street, feeling a bit of pride in sharing his home with her.

Demi’s eyes widened with interest. “Wow, I’ve seen that place! It looks nice!”

“Thanks!” Jeyce replied, feeling a rush of warmth at her compliment. “You should come over sometime. We can play video games or draw.”

“I’d like that,” Demi said, her cheeks flushing slightly. “I’ll wait for you here tomorrow.”

“Me too,” Jeyce agreed, a shy smile spreading across his face.

They stood there for a moment, both hesitant to break the moment. Finally, they exchanged awkward waves, their hearts racing as they felt the weight of their mutual crush. Jeyce watched as Demi turned to walk away, his mind buzzing with excitement.

“See you tomorrow!” he called out, watching her silhouette grow smaller as she headed toward her house.

“Bye!” she called back, her voice filled with a mix of eagerness and shyness.

As he turned to head home, Jeyce felt a giddy flutter in his stomach. The anticipation of seeing Demi again made the usual walk back to his house feel lighter. He couldn’t shake the feeling of happiness that had settled in since meeting her at lunch, and he found himself smiling, replaying their conversation in his mind.

Jeyce opened the front door and stepped inside, greeted by the inviting aroma of fried pork chops wafting through the air. He spotted his dad, Jey, and his bonus mom, Rhea, sitting together at the breakfast bar, their conversation lively and easy. But Jeyce felt a lump in his throat at the sight of them; the weight of yesterday’s argument with Jey still lingered in his mind. He didn’t want to deal with it now.

“Hey, how was school?” Jey called out, his tone casual and friendly.

“Fine,” Jeyce replied, not bothering to elaborate. He kept his gaze fixed on the floor as he walked past them, the heaviness of the moment urging him to retreat. Once he reached the sanctuary of his room, he closed the door firmly behind him and locked it, craving solitude.

Inside, Jeyce took a deep breath, trying to shake off the discomfort of the earlier tension. He pulled out his old sketchpad, flipping through the worn pages until he found a blank one. He set his pencil to the page and began to draw, his mind drifting to Demi. Inspired by her unique style, he envisioned her as a superhero vampire—strong, fierce, and with an air of mystery. It felt fitting; she was unlike anyone he had ever met, and he found himself captivated by the thought of her.

As he sketched, he got lost in the details: the way her hair would flow, the intensity in her eyes, and the sharp fangs peeking from a confident smile. The image of Demi began to take shape, her character radiating power and charm. He felt a rush of excitement, feeling closer to her with each stroke of his pencil.

Suddenly, he heard his dad call out, “Jeyce, dinner’s ready!”

Jeyce paused, glancing at the clock. He didn’t want to miss dinner but felt an overwhelming need to keep his emotions bottled up. He quickly finished the outline of Demi’s superhero form and decided to take a break.

With a sigh, he placed his pencil down and headed downstairs, trying to push aside his unease. He grabbed a plate from the counter, filling it with pork chops and a side of green beans. Jey and Rhea chatted about their day, their voices warm and inviting, but Jeyce couldn’t bring himself to join in. He felt like an outsider, a silent observer.

After grabbing a bottle of water, he made his way back upstairs without saying a word. The weight of their conversation felt too heavy to share, especially after everything that had happened. Once back in his room, he locked the door behind him again and sat on his bed, the food forgotten beside him.

With his sketchpad open in front of him, Jeyce felt a twinge of guilt for shutting out his family, but his thoughts quickly returned to Demi. He wanted to share the drawing with her, to show her how he saw her, how she made him feel. But for now, he let the world outside fade away, immersing himself in the fantasy of his art, determined to bring Demi’s superhero persona to life on the page.

He found comfort in his creativity, and the lines he drew became a bridge between reality and the burgeoning connection he felt with her. The shadows of yesterday slowly began to lift as he embraced the thrill of what tomorrow might bring.

—

Jey and Rhea sat at the dinner table, the sound of Jeyce’s footsteps fading as he retreated upstairs. They both sighed, sharing a silent, tired glance as they clasped hands for a quick prayer before starting their meal of fried pork chops, green beans, and a fresh side salad. The air between them was thick with concern.

Jey was the first to break the silence, poking at his salad as he spoke, “I really hope this is just a phase,” he muttered, the uncertainty in his voice betraying how much Jeyce’s recent behavior was weighing on him.

Rhea nodded slowly, her gaze drifting toward the staircase. “Me too,” she murmured, her brow furrowed. After a pause, she offered, “What if he’s… going through puberty?”

Jey stopped mid-bite, looking at her in mild alarm. “Puberty?” he echoed, almost as if he hadn’t considered it before. “You can’t… talk to him about that?” he asked, a note of hesitation creeping into his voice.

Rhea raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk. “Really, Jey? You’re trying to hand that off to me?” she teased, though her eyes held a hint of exasperation. “Didn’t you have ‘the talk’ with Jaciyah?”

Jey gave an awkward chuckle, scratching the back of his head. “Nah,” he admitted, looking almost sheepish. “I was on the road more back then, and his mom… well, she handled that part.”

Rhea let out an incredulous laugh, folding her arms as she shook her head. “You’ve got to be kidding me! You’re really planning on dodging this again?”

Jey shrugged, giving her a pleading look. “Babe, c’mon… you know you’re better with… words and stuff,” he said, trying to charm his way out of it with a sheepish grin.

Rhea just shook her head, though her expression softened as she reached across the table to place a comforting hand over his. “No way, mister. I love Jeyce but this is your time and he deserves to hear it from you. No passing the buck this time.”

Jey groaned, leaning back in his chair with a laugh that was half-exasperated, half-amused. “So you’re really making me bite the bullet, huh?”

Rhea nudged him gently, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Yup! You’re doing it. And I don’t want to hear any complaints,” she said, though her tone was warm. “He needs to hear this from you, Jey. He looks up to you, even if he doesn’t show it right now.”

Jey sighed, finally nodding as he accepted his fate. “Alright, alright… guess I’ll be givin’ ‘the talk’ after all,” he muttered, his voice a mix of reluctance and determination. “But don’t be surprised if I call you in for backup if he has questions.”

Rhea chuckled, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “Deal,” she agreed, her tone softening. “You’ve got this, Jey. Just be real with him. He’s a good kid… even if he’s a little lost right now.”

They shared a small, understanding smile as they resumed their meal, the tension between them easing. As they cleared the table, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as a team. For each other, and for Jeyce.

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January 29th, 2025 7:11 AM.

Jeyce carefully placed his sketch of Demi into his binder, making sure not to smudge or bend it. It had taken him the better part of yesterday’s evening and this morning to get every detail just right, from her jet-black hair to the bold design of the superhero cape he’d imagined for her. The drawing was a tribute to the version of Demi he saw—a powerful, mysterious superhero with a vampire edge that fit her vibe perfectly.

Satisfied that the sketch was safe, he closed his binder, slid it into his backpack, and headed downstairs. His eyes lit up when he spotted a box of fresh donuts sitting on the kitchen counter. His dad must have picked them up on his way back from the gym. Jeyce grabbed a napkin, carefully picked out two donuts—one for him, and one he’d specifically chosen for Demi. He bolted out of the house, nearly forgetting to punch in the code to unlock the gate. The door buzzed open, and he slipped through, making sure it locked behind him.

As he jogged up the street, he spotted Demi waiting by the street post. She stood with her usual calm demeanor, her black backpack slung over one shoulder as she waited for the bus. The other kids around her seemed absorbed in their own little worlds, not paying her any attention.

“Good morning!” Jeyce greeted her with a bright smile, pulling the donut from his napkin and extending it to her. Demi’s eyes lit up as she took it, and a smile spread across her face.

“You picked me out the perfect donut,” she said, her voice soft and pleased. The chocolate-iced donut was covered in purple and green sprinkles, just like she would’ve chosen herself. She took a small, proud bite, and Jeyce watched as she savored it with a sheepish smile.

Jeyce grinned, biting into his own donut—a lemon-filled one he’d grown fond of over the years. They stood there together, sharing a quiet, happy moment as they ate their breakfast under the morning sky. By the time the school bus pulled up, they’d finished their donuts, brushing their hands off as they climbed aboard.

Once they found their seats, Jeyce felt a nervous excitement bubble up inside him. He turned to Demi, trying to keep his cool but unable to hold back his enthusiasm. “Hey, I, uh… I made something for you,” he said, reaching into his backpack.

Demi’s eyes lit up with curiosity as he pulled out his binder and carefully slipped the drawing out. He held it out to her, his hand slightly trembling. “I know it’s kinda silly, but… I made you a superhero. Like, a vampire superhero,” he explained, his cheeks already turning pink.

Demi took the drawing, her eyes widening as she looked at it. A grin spread across her face, her expression one of pure amazement. “Jeyce… this is incredible!” she whispered, her voice filled with genuine awe. She studied every detail—the sharp edges of her cape, the intense expression he’d drawn on her face, the little fangs peeking from her smile. “I look so… powerful!”

Without thinking, Demi leaned over and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Jeyce. I love it.”

Jeyce’s face turned bright red, his heart racing as he tried to keep his composure. He hadn’t expected her reaction, let alone the soft kiss she’d given him. He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly as he stammered, “Y-you’re welcome. I’m glad you like it.”

Demi grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Now I have to make something for you,” she promised, her voice full of excitement.

Jeyce’s blush deepened, but he couldn’t help the big grin on his face. “I’d like that,” he said softly, already looking forward to whatever Demi would come up with. As the bus rumbled down the road, they sat together, sharing excited glances, their morning made brighter by each other’s company and the unexpected promise of a friendship that felt like it was blossoming into something more.

—

Rhea, fresh from her shower after a morning run with the dogs, felt her stomach grumble as she made her way downstairs. The baby had already started developing a taste for all the wrong things, craving sweets and carbs that Rhea usually avoided. But today, she was happy to indulge. Jey had texted her during her run, letting her know he’d picked up some donuts on his way back from the gym, with a couple of special picks just for her and their little one growing inside her.

As she neared the kitchen, she couldn’t help but sing under her breath, “Donuts, donuts, donuts, baby wants donuts…” Her steps quickened in excitement as she approached the box on the counter. She lifted the lid, fully expecting to see her two donuts—a chocolate iced one with purple and green sprinkles for the baby and a lemon-filled one just for herself.

But instead, she found only Jey’s apple fritter and a lone glazed donut, likely meant for Jeyce. Her smile faded, replaced by a look of disbelief.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered, her hand still resting on the empty space where her donuts should’ve been.

Without wasting a second, she marched to the laundry room where she found Jey, casually folding towels, blissfully unaware of her growing annoyance. He looked up and grinned when he saw her.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted, holding up a perfectly folded towel. “Everything alright?”

Rhea crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Where are my donuts, Jey?”

He chuckled, clearly thinking she was joking. “They’re on the counter, babe. Just like I said in the text.”

Rhea laughed, a short, exasperated sound, and shook her head. “No, they aren’t, Jey. There’s only your apple fritter and a glazed donut. Mine are nowhere to be found.”

Jey’s smile faltered as he processed her words. “Wait, what? Are you sure?”

Rhea’s eyes narrowed playfully, though her craving was making her patience wear thin. “Yes, Jey. I know what I’m talking about. The donuts you picked out for me and the baby are missing.”

Jey looked confused for a second, glancing toward the kitchen. And then, as the realization hit him, his eyes widened. “Oh, no…”

“What?” Rhea asked, crossing her arms a little tighter.

Jey rubbed the back of his neck, trying to stifle a laugh. “I think… Jeyce might’ve taken them. He could’ve grabbed them on his way out this morning.”

Rhea’s jaw dropped. “He took my donuts?” she said in a mock-horrified tone, though she couldn’t help the hint of a smile that was breaking through.

Jey held up his hands, a helpless grin spreading across his face. “Babe, I’m sure he didn’t mean to. Maybe he just thought they were extras.”

Rhea sighed dramatically, though the amusement was starting to win over her frustration. “Great. Our son is already stealing food from his pregnant bonus mom and his unborn sibling.”

Jey chuckled, pulling her into a gentle hug. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll get you more donuts. I’ll even get you a whole box just for you and the little one.”

Rhea let out a reluctant laugh, leaning into him as she gave in to his hug. “You’d better,” she teased, her stomach still grumbling in protest. “And this time, put a label on them that says, ‘Mom and Baby Only.’”

Jey laughed, giving her a quick peck on the forehead. “I got you, babe. Next time, Jeyce won’t even know they’re there.”

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Kiss. | K.DY

— Prologue: “Do I make you wanna kiss me?”

— Summary: Where you are a vampire who hates werewolves until you met Kim Doyoung and become his one night stand.

— Genre: Romance. Smut minors dni. Fantasy. Vampire!y/n x Werewolf!doyoung. Mention of alcohol. Drunk sex(?) lots of pushing and pinning down. Y/n is an annoying brat. Brat taming. Unprotected sex. (Please use protection irl). Heavy making out. One night stand but become lovers later. Doyoung is such a tease and loves annoying Y/n.

— Notes: Long ass fic.

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You’re a vampire who loves the party animal life style. You prefer being surrounded by your people who are vampires and love getting drunk even though it takes a while to get a vampire actually drunk on human alcohol and such. But tonight you are drunk off your rockets you won’t lie. You must’ve been so drunk because that night you decided to make the biggest mistake of your life.

Your paths were met with a certain someone you shouldn’t of have relations with anyways. They were new in town and you remember your family in the coven gossiping about how this town suddenly had a bunch of werewolves migrating from Seoul. And now they are here in your town living on with their life. This town mostly has humans living here so that’s why everyone who is a supernatural creature, they have a human disguise on.

For you it’s a spell protected ring that makes you able to go outside in the sun however it does go off roughly around two months. You gotta go back and get your ring renewed by the local witch who owns a shop after on.

The scent of something fuzzy and a mixture of alcohol mixing in with the natural scent of a werewolf makes anyone’s skin crawl creepily because your high sense of smell made it difficult to ignore him. You couldn’t believe a werewolf was drinking at your bar and at first it annoyed you to the bones until that same Werewolf walked to you with a smug expression pushing a large beer bottle to you and lifting his beer bottle.

You couldn’t explain it but it looked like he wanted to drink with you. As if he knew you were bothered by his presence being here and he decided to annoy you with it by drinking with you. You drunkenly glare pushing the bottle in your hand. It’s free alcohol you can’t reject that though.

“What are you doing here?” You ask the man. Doyoung laughs heartily as you came straight to the point. “Can’t you tell I’m having a drink with a beautiful lady?”

‘Ugh his flirting won’t on me.’ You prayed to yourself as you side stepped away from Doyoung leaving him and going to sit somewhere far. But when you left Doyoung just moved to sit next to you staring you down from the sideline.

You grumble. “You do realise that i am stronger than you during nighttime? I don’t think it’s a good idea to be picking a fight with me.”

Doyoung innocently stares as he sips calmly the bottle of beer in his hand shrugging. “I’m not picking a fight I’m having a conversation with you.”

“Is there a difference?” You blurt out.

Doyoung crowds over you. “There is. I’m being civil and you’re being prejudice.” He wasn’t wrong you had to admit. You were prejudice. You didn’t even know him yet and you only hate him because of his species — but you can’t blame yourself. Your family grew up this way and now they raised you that way too.

You look away sighing. “You’re lucky I’m feeling nice tonight.”

Doyoung smirks knowing he has lowered down your walls just a little now. It seems like you were now more comfortable to speak to him again. “I thought vampires couldn’t get drunk.” He’d question and you murmur taking a large sip of the beer bottle.

“They can if they drink to a point where it was excessive.”

The man questions in reality how much you drank then. Vampire bodies are basically rock stone so to have you this drunk it meant you must’ve been over that limit a long time ago. He saw you turn around suddenly watching him, your corpse like complexion which was so pale was growing a pink flush around the cheeks and Doyoung smiles seeing you squint your eyes forward to look at his face.

You really were so drunk. You couldn’t even see properly bless you he thought. Doyoung puts his hands on the desk where the bottle was put there and he looks back at you. “You’re…! I’m seeing two of you. Do you have twins?” You blabber and Doyoung laughs at how gone you are. “My lord you’re so drunk. What’s even your name?”

“Your mother.” You spat out and Doyoung rolls his eyes sighing. “Very funny. Come on i’ll take you home.” He was lifting you from your seat where he puts your arms around him and then starts walking you out of the bar. You were such a hard person to export to place to place because you kept wiggling and shaking in the hold. It’s as if you were more stubborn when drunk than you’re sober.

Doyoung hissed as you nearly hit him in the face with your hands moving everywhere. “Can you fucking stay still i’m trying to seatbelt you.” He snapped and somehow you could feel a little anger boiling inside him; you freeze and stay in the car seat like a cold statue and the final seatbelt was clicked in. He closed the door and comes through the driver seat sitting down.

You turn to him slowly and Doyoung glances at you. “Sorry I snapped.” He clears his throat as he drives away from the bar. You couldn’t believe your vampire ears for a whole ass minute because he apologised to you and you never thought werewolves could have the ability to be nice afterwards?

Might be the alcohol you thought because when a soft expression came on right after the angry one you found him sort of ethereal and beautiful. You look out the window drunkenly slurring. Why did you find his face attractive now? And why did you somehow like when he was ordering you, that you can’t answer.

“Where are we going?” You asked in a drunken manner and Doyoung slowly replied. “Will you tell me where you live?”

“God no. My parents can’t see me this drunk they would end me.” You lean in your seat getting comfortable.

Doyoung sighs. “Okay my house it is.”

As the car drive continues on you would see an incoming family house that looked slightly modern you weren’t sure why you were expecting a bloody cave. God you really need to stop judging werewolves. The driver left once the car was parked and went through opening your door unlocking the belt and then grabbing your arm putting it around his neck and having your supported body to carry up front to the door. It opens wide and you were welcomed into his home. A werewolf home and if your parents knew they would’ve known you to be a disgrace. But something about Doyoung made you stay and feel comfortable.

He wasn’t so bad. He actually helped you. No vampire has ever helped you before, but a freaking werewolf did.

Doyoung made sure you laid down on the bed inside his bedroom. You were fully clothed and looked to be so out of this world he still can’t believe you got this drunk at a bar, you clearly did not worry something would happen to you. Looking down at your shoes he took them off and puts them down somewhere in his room where you can see them later on. The clock on his bed stand table said it was too late and you couldn’t help but sit up holding Doyoung’s wrist from letting him leave.

“Where have you kidnapped me to?” You side shot and Doyoung looks down at you. “My bedroom.”

Your face went kinda warm thinking about this. This was his bedroom and you could find his scent everywhere it was almost infatuating. Doyoung rose his eyebrows at you pointing down at your hand holding his wrist. “You can let go off me now.” He’d say but you squint your eyes at him. “You’re not going to leave me here right?”

The man trails in confusion. “I’m taking the couch downstairs. I have to leave you here.” You huff. “You don’t even know my name though why are you treating me so nicely!”

Doyoung felt you pull him on the bed suddenly and he flinched by how your strength really was overpowering. The only time he was this close to a vampire was now. The vampires don’t let werewolves near them and they don’t get approached by Doyoung’s people because of this. They were stronger when it wasn’t the full moon. Until the full moon the werewolves become stronger than them.

You could feel a ball of air hitching in his throat when your face came closer to his even though you were drunk you could sense how nervous he was suddenly having you come so close to him. He whispers looking down at you. “You didn’t tell me your name. But that doesn’t mean i can leave you alone when you’re vulnerable.” It was kindness that made its way to your heart and you felt your body go warm because of how radiant he was.

You murmur staring down at his lips. There was something in your eyes that was speaking to him a foreign language. “Its Y/n. My name is Y/n.” You’d add softly and Doyoung swallows harshly.

“Kim Doyoung…” he slowly relies back but it seems like your eyes were both on each others lips. The sudden urge to lean in was a given.

“Do I make you wanna kiss me?” Doyoung quietly looked at you and you felt your eyes waver down capturing a soft peck on his lips. ‘ yes you do.’ You thought deeply. He slowly returned it back and it was a soft moment shared that would soon go from zero to a hundred. You laid back pulling Doyoung’s body on top of you while the kiss continued.

You wanted to say yes to everything knowing this was so wrong on many levels and if people found out about this it would be the ethereal cost of you both. But your heart was beating so fast you couldn’t understand why. Your hands were fiddling in your clothes as you were undressing each other so hungrily. A flash of yellow in his eyes made you think how much control he was losing.

And something about that control going haywire made you wonder how far you could push a werewolves buttons in bed. Your breathes gasping together as your lips break apart a long string of saliva connects the both of you.

“Is that all you can do? Already out of breathe Doyoung?” You playfully add with a smirk forming on your face seeing how Doyoung was flustered but the man below you fell into a stern expression where his hand captures your throat pushing you down on the bed and his voice going shades darker.

“The only one out of breathe will be yourself, Darling.” You couldn’t help it but he sent you multiple shivers down your smile as he licks your neck and sends those wet kisses you felt his teeth scraping on it and your legs straddling his waist as he pushed you down on the erected cock unclothed through your panties. You wince as if you can’t believe he was this big.

There was a hidden truth to his words. Everyone knows the rumours of werewolves being the best in bed and somehow you found yourself believing this now that you’re in that perfect situation of becoming someone’s fucked out doll. Doyoung was a complete unknown beast in bed you couldn’t believe it; he had you doing a whole workout. He was pushing into you so deep the minute his cock entered your wet pussy he went into a frenzy mode.

It’s like he had no physical restraint and when his glowing yellow eyes were pointed to yours that were crying pure tears by how good it felt folded by a werewolf to completely tame you, you found yourself loving the high too much. Your arms were on top of him scraping the skin with your claws that made him hiss in an irony of painful love. ‘Who would’ve thought he was a masochist..’ you smirked at the expression he gave and move your lips to his neck licking it down a spot.

His hips were straining you down with each pounding moment where your skin claps against each other you could feel your moans becoming more and more prominent. It was getting harder to control it down and at this point you pray his neighbours don’t question you and whatever you’re blabbering. “For someone who hates werewolves you love getting dick down by one don’t you?” There was hints of multiple trading you close your eyes unable to answer. Doyoung however loved seeing you go quiet and he whispers into your ear. “You love being stretched out by the biggest cock you’ve ever seen don’t you? You love having your stupid cunt filled.”

You whimper when his hands go back to choke you a little as you nod helplessly. “You already know the answer so why are you asking me?” Your voice was striking him so softly at the same time your body was so submissive but your personality was not and that’s another thing that Doyoung found attractive. You weren’t afraid to say what you want and you were stubborn as a mule.

“Because I like to see you break down while you admit it that you don’t hate werewolves.” Doyoung was your karma to say the least. He loved testing your ability to stay calm and now you can’t. You moan when his hands squeeze tighter again. He growls. “Admit it Y/n. You love getting fucked by a werewolf don’t you? You like how i stretch your small hole out and now I’m going to fill you up so much you won’t have any space in your womb.”

God you wanted to say no to all of these and say you don’t like anything how that sounded but you would be lying because all of the above you prayed it happens and your body was screaming for his release to come and give it to you. You loved the idea in truth and you loved how good it feels you were chasing your highs and he was chasing it too. You squeeze him whimpering.

Doyoung mockingly laughs. “Whimpering already? God you’re driving me fucking nuts.” He adds with a rough groan stuttering the hips down at you. The arms beneath you belong to him lift you up so he could hit another angle that made it straight to the k.o as he released deep within you. You weren’t aware you could have such a big orgasm before but you did and he made you come so many times.

“Take it all Y/n. Take it all.” He chants.

You couldn’t count how many exactly but it was too many. When Doyoung had finished inside you he stayed in your body for a while staring down at you as his yellow glowing eyes were all you could stare into as if you were hypnotised. You loved how bright and beautiful they actually were and your trembling hands hold his face.

He could tell how shaky your palms were by how they held his skin and he felt like you were made up of porcelain by your skin rattling like an earthquake. He drifts his face down as his eyes widen a little.

“You’re shaking so much, Y/n. ” He was suddenly worried. You can’t believe how he can switch so fast his personalities.

You murmur out in a daze. “Your neck looks so soft…” you whisper and your eyes were glowing a bright red. Doyoung couldn’t even resist to push you away when your fangs reappeared and bite down into the neck. He didn’t want to back away either.

He wanted you to drink him dry until your needs were satisfied. How would’ve thought you were going to bite him. Doyoung however grew a liking to the painful factor to this and he wanted you to bite every part of him and drink him out till he was nothing.

That night you wasn’t sure how many rounds you went through. But it certainly wasn’t one round. It was multiple rounds.

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The very next morning you woke up in many different positions. You couldn’t believe what happened until you saw your naked body in the long standing mirror placed in the corner of the bedroom. You saw so many hickeys marking your body. Your body looked like it’s been through war and hell back on earth. Your clothes were on the floor so you quickly changed back into them.

You couldn’t see Doyoung in bed so he must’ve been awake already. You find your sunlight protection ring and put it on. Your body comes out of the bedroom going down the stairs slowly but you happen to run into three men rounding the kitchen.

You pause as Doyoung’s eyes caught you and they approach you quickly as he shown you a little smile. “Hey you’re leaving already?” You stand there shocked. Doyoung seems like he didn’t want to leave. You slant on the stairway looking away.

“I thought you would want me to leave. Y’know…” you pause but Doyoung held your hand shaking his head. “Look i don’t want you to leave just like that.” You couldn’t help but find kind comfort in his words. Doyoung was surprisingly kind and supportive of you and you can’t help but fall for it just a little.

He dragged you to the kitchen and you were met with two other than sitting down eating breakfast. There was a muscular man sitting on the left eating from the plate while there was a cuter and softer male with features waving at you. You did a small wave back and turn to Doyoung shyly.

You were surrounded by a bunch of werewolves now. You felt sort of out of place and scared now. Doyoung however, made sure his presence was comforting you because his hand fell on your waist holding it softly. You look up at the man who gives you a small reassuring nod.

“Hello.” You say quietly to the men dining. Doyoung comes forward clearing his throat. “These two are my roommates. Y/n meet Jaehyun and Jungwoo.”

Jungwoo smirks applauding. “Nice to meet you y/n.” The other man, Jaehyun, trails softly. “It’s nice to finally meet the voice we kept hearing all night.”

Doyoung glares but his face went equally red and so did yours as you side glance away to avoid meeting their eyes. Great they definitely heard you both. No doubt.

“Ignore Jaehyun.” Doyoung murmurs as he sat you down and you were facing them. The boys were eating away as you watch. You were unbelievably tense but somehow Doyoung held on making you go calm again when he held your hand.

“Uhm so. Y/n. What year were you born in?” Jungwoo trails making a conversation. You look back at the boy answering back. “I am a 94’ liner.”

The three of them choke on their food midway as they heard you could see them catch their breathe. Jaehyun was trying not to smile as he saw Doyoung’s ears going bright red. Jungwoo brushed the back of his neck softly.

“You’re older than us.” He stated now this time more formally. You smirk eyeing them down. “You can speak comfortably with me.”

“Can i call you Y/n still?” Jungwoo adds and i shake it off. “Yeah that’s fine.”

Doyoung looks up at you. He couldn’t believe you’re older than him but you look so young. He wonders if you’re beautiful or magically gorgeous. You only woke up and you look perfect. He loved the way your fangs poke out everytime you speak. They were small and cute when they weren’t growing out.

“So what years were you born in then?”

Doyoung look away murmuring to your question. “I am 96. Jaehyun is 97 and Jungwoo is 98.”

It seems like the baby was Jungwoo. You could kind of see it with the way how extroverted he was speaking meanwhile Jaehyun and Doyoung were slightly more quiet than the other boy. It seems like their friendship was close however like they could read each others mind. That must be a Wolf thing.

After they finished breakfast and chatting with you Doyoung decided to walk you out as you said you would have to go now. Doyoung didn’t want to let you go but he didn’t have much choice but to do that. You look down at your feet as he escorts you out and you murmur softly.

“It was nice chatting to you in the morning.” You add because you felt like you made some friends along the way.

Doyoung smiles nodding. “They seem fond of you. Especially Jungwoo.”

You wanted to say it’s a bad idea getting close to someone like you and that it wouldn’t end well but you can’t bring yourself to say it to Doyoung. Somehow you wanted to continue knowing him and his friends. You suddenly hold his hand and Doyoung faces you hearing you whisper.

“I don’t want to… forget you.”

You paused as you spoke these words out watching how his expression softens and it were no longer a questioning sad one. It did him great happiness to hear you were feeling the same way as he was. Doyoung’s fingers slowly slip into your hand intertwining them so your hands were fitting together and he came close suddenly.

You didn’t run away and when the man came close he gave you a small peck on your lips. The urge to just grab and make out with him for two hours straight was there but you bury it deep down and slant back as he gave you a soft loving kiss. It was different from last time. It felt like a goodbye kiss almost but until next time they meet again.

“You know where to find me if you ever want to see me again.” Doyoung tells you, slowly pulling away from your body.

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The next few days you were on probation by your parents who were worried for you day and night. You couldn’t help but wish they were a little more lenient on you. They aren’t aware of what you got up to but they certainly could tell you weren’t home for a whole day which worried them. It’s ridiculous because you’re an adult but these people can never rest. They know how you are actually. You tend to get up to trouble wherever you go and they weren’t wrong.

You did get up to trouble. With a freaking werewolf that you can’t wait to see again.

‘I definitely got attached to him.’ You said to yourself as if this was a reason for you to relax and just let it happen. You didn’t hate him anymore however if anything you had some sort of weird feeling for him.

Doyoung took care of you. He even loved you for a whole night with many rounds to come. He introduced you to his friends who were not judgemental of your face. The only one that was still as hesitant was you. You were worried what your parents and your people would paint you as.

On your way you met your friend Taeyong. Lee Taeyong is a new vampire who was bitten by Taeil. You can see how that ended up now Taeil has to teach the boy to live as a vampire without getting caught.

Moon Taeil is your longest friend from childhood. You guys are the same age and you happen to know everything about each other — but this time you weren’t sure if he wants to know this piece of information.

“You slept with a werewolf?!” The two boys sang in unison as you were sitting down in their house sipping water from a straw.

Taeil looks away as he laughs in disbelief. You? With a werewolf? You hate werewolves last time he checked. He comes forward suddenly checking your wrists and sleeves.

You raise your eyebrows. “What are you doing?” You question your best friend who looks down at you. “I’m checking for a werewolf bite. What if he marked you? God you’re doomed.” He shakes his head at you coming to be so clueless.

“He didn’t bite me.” You’d reassure the two vampires in front of you. You murmur remembering the night again. “I bit him though.”

Taeil sat down crumbling as you kept giving the details from your night you spend with Doyoung. It seems it was getting worse and worse in his imagination.

“You drank from a werewolf. That’s fantastic Y/n! You fell for your one night stand.” He spat.

You flinch as you huddle on the couch sighing. “I shouldn’t of but he really isn’t as bad as the vampires claim they are. He took care of me Taeil. He even gave me a goodbye kiss.”

“I give you a goodbye kiss all the fucking time Y/n you can’t be seriously hurt that you aren’t seeing him anymore.” Taeil thrown at you.

You shake your head laying down on the couch holding your hands together. The ceiling was your form of entertainment as Taeil and Taeyong were wondering what’s happening with you.

“Did you at least do it safely?” Taeil would ask you.

A guilty smile came on your face as if you obviously weren’t being safe in the bedroom and Taeil sat back down yelling into his hands as if you were helpless and you were just a kid who knows nothing.

“Y/n you could get pregnant you know?” He spat and you somehow felt unbothered. You shrugged. “I didn’t know it was possible to intersect with werewolves.”

Taeil gasps. “Of course there are! Why do you think they don’t mix for a reason?”

Taeyong silently sips the blood from the hospital bloodbag and you roll off the couch sighing. “It’s fine trust me. I’m not going to get pregnant alright? It was only an one night stand.” Unfortunately.

Taeil side glares. “You want to meet him again don’t you?”

You smirk. “Heck yeah i do.”

“My god you are so delulu.” He stops. “For a werewolf Y/n. A werewolf Y/n. A species that could kill you.” He adds describing it. But even so you weren’t afraid of Doyoung.

You begin walking out the door. Taeil behind you shouts wondering where the heck you’re leaving while he was still talking to you.

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING Y/N? I WAS SPEAKING TO YOU.”

“I am going to a bar! God you’re sounding like my bloody father now.”

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You murmur at the bar all alone sipping a shot of soju. “Stupid Taeil telling me what to do and not do… man he’s such a freaking Wikipedia…” you shake your thoughts away as your best friend was done lecturing you about how to do safe sex and what not.

You couldn’t believe him. He wasn’t even a medical student and he goes all father on you.

The bar was playing little songs in the background that were tapping your fingers on the wooden bar counterpart. You sway a little enjoying the peaceful atmosphere until a sudden man leans forward taking a seat next to you.

When you were going to turn around it certainly felt like a deja vu moment you wanted to replay again.

“Doyoun—“

You pause as you realise it wasn’t Doyoung. It was just another human bothering you once again. You scowl at the man feeling disgusted he was drunk and smelled full of previous drugs. You couldn’t deal with the heinous smell so you turn around about to walk away.

“Were you expecting someone else love?” The man echos behind you.

You scowl. “Yes. Get lost I’m not interested.” You slant away leaving walking far away from that side and as you walk away you took sips of the brand new whiskey glass humming.

As you walk away a hand turned you around and you sighed swung yourself to shout at the man that was probably following you. “Look here mister I’m not fucking interested—“ but as you did your mouth fell apart and your voice was no longer there. You turned into a silent voice that couldn’t be traced nor heard because the person standing in front of you was a young man that you met the previous starry night you wish to forever remember. It was like a memory engraved in your brain you couldn’t forget and you don’t want to. You loved that night so much you felt your dead corpse heart beating so much you felt alive and without him you felt like a cold slum of death.

Doyoung smirks down at you. “I promise you will be interested soon.” He adds after your words and you felt going embarrassed you really thought you were followed by that human after all.

You slide back. “It wasn’t directed to you. Forget I said anything.” You’d shake your head. Doyoung looks down grabbing your glass of whiskey taking the last slip of the burning alcohol down his throat. You blink as he drank from the same glass and you touched your lips a little wondering.

He did indirect kiss me right now. You clear your unholy thoughts god you must be so tense and awkward right now with him it’s unbelievable.

“Hm you’re awfully quiet today. What happened to you Y/n? You’re not telling me to get lost like you did the night before. No werewolf prejudice today?” He said smirking while watching you and you felt your eyebrows lower down as you frown at him. He was teasing you.

You knew he was messing with you but you felt awfully embarrassed by it and even then you didn’t know what to say and reply back. “Shut up. Did you need anything Doyoung or are you here to rub it on my face?”

He grins. “Rub what on your face darling?”

You’d go silent. ‘That you slept with me and now I’m the one chasing you.’ You thought deeply. You want to kiss him so badly he looked so kissable right now. You want to let him know how bad you want him and even now him standing here you could take him on. You didn’t care if anyone else saw you.

You want people to know you are his and he’s yours. You don’t want this to be a secret one night stand. You want more. And here you are doing the thing you fear the most.

You’re here wanting to kiss a werewolf.

“Forget it.” You whisper into the air as your back turned around to Doyoung but as you did he turned you back around and quickly pinned you against the nearest wall as he was looking down at you knowing exactly what you wanted it he wouldn’t give it to you easily unless he heard it from you.

He wants to hear you. He wants you to give yourself to him and then he could do the same. But you’re stubborn and you’re conflicted still. He was only waiting for you.

“Doyoung what are you doing?” You flinch in panic when he came forward to close the gap between your faces.

He stares into your beautiful siren-like eyes that he swore were magically making him feel all sorts of emotions from you. “I want to look at your face.”

It was such a normal sentence that made you feel so many abnormal things deep inside your stomach. Your throat swallows harshly as he could see your neck move with each saliva you took back.

His eyes move up to your face again. “Do I make you wanna kiss me?”

Your hands wrap round his neck like a collar wanting to bring him forward to you. You ache out speaking so desperately as you close your eyes. “Yes so bad, Doyoung, so bad it hurts.”

He’s making you want to kiss him there and then but he was only waiting for your green light and then he could go and go kiss you as hard as you ever wish. He only needs your green light to give him the signal.

And when he did his lips did not waste a single time to take a taste of your cherry red lips feeling so good like he were flying off the ground with you. Matching your slow sensual speed and holding you tighter like he wanted to all this time you were in each others dreams just like this; he loved to see your voice go dimmer and your moans escaping occasionally with it and how badly he loved your lips on his. Doyoung could fall deeper and you fell deeper with him. All your brain thought line a religious mantra was: your lips, your lips on repeat.

In between the kisses you slip in with Doyoung you hear him whisper hovering your mouth. Even then your kisses did not stop like it was impossible to. “Do you want me to become yours, Y/n?” It was a clear answer as you achingly add. “Yes Doyoung. I don’t care what anyone says about us.” Pulling him into a passionate celebratory kiss.

It all took one KISS for you and Doyoung to release your feelings into the wide open reality. Like a forbidden spell taking over you.

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श्वेते वृषे समारूढ़ा श्वेताम्बरधरा शुचिः।

महागौरी शुभं दद्यान्महादेवप्रमोददा।।

I Worship Devi Mahagauri The White-Complexioned One, Who is abiding on a Bull and wearing White Clothes; Who is Pure and Bright, O Devi Mahagauri, Please bestow Your Auspicious Blessings on me, You Who are the giver of Delight to Mahadeva.

𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐈; Mata Mahagauri signifies purity, transformation, and peace in a woman's life. She represents the power of cleansing past mistakes, renewing one's spirit, and attaining tranquility through wisdom and patience. Her presence encourages women to embrace inner beauty, spiritual growth, and a serene mindset.

#mata mahagauri #Navratri #mata adishakti #deviblr #hindublr #sanatanadharma #Khyati's moodboards and aesthetics

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implantfan · 2 years ago

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Vanessa stared at her reflection in disbelief, turning this way and that as she examined her new physique. Just a month ago, she had been so petite and slender, with small A-cup breasts that seemed perfectly proportional for her 5'3" frame. But now, after a mysterious invitation brought her to this secluded mountain spa for a free "transformative vacation", her body had been utterly changed.

It had all started so innocently at first. The spa treatments - massage, seaweed wraps, mud baths, crystal energy sessions - were delightful and relaxing. The gourmet meals were delectable, featuring rare ingredients and complex flavor pairings. The yoga and pilates classes pushed Vanessa in new ways, both physically and mentally. She had never felt so pampered and renewed.

But then the "enhancement" treatments began. Each guest at the exclusive spa was assigned a personal counselor to guide them on their transformative journey. Vanessa's counselor, a poised middle-aged woman named Marguerite, started suggesting minor tweaks - eyelash extensions, sculpted nails, subtle lip injections. Vanessa agreed to them happily, enjoying being fussed over and beautified.

The next round of treatments took things up a notch - laser skin resurfacing for a poreless complexion, liposuction to sculpt shapely thighs and a rounder derriere. Vanessa marvelled at these relatively non-invasive procedures that made such a difference in her appearance. She had never realized just how malleable the human body could be.

It wasn't until Marguerite proposed breast enhancement that Vanessa hesitated. She had always been comfortable with her small bust, never feeling the need for bigger breasts. But Marguerite gushed about how increased curves would be the perfect complement to Vanessa's newly contoured body. One or two cup sizes would introduce such beautiful symmetry and proportion.

Vanessa wavered, but found herself swept up in the spirit of transformation that seemed to possess the entire spa. "Why not?" she thought. It was just one more change in her metamorphosis from ordinary to extraordinary... The story continues over at https://www.patreon.com/FakerTheBetter

#breastexpansion #breast implants #breastimplants #silicone #fakebody #breastinflation #saline #breast expansion #faketits

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izvmimi · 2 years ago

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bordering the café of your lunch date is a fence of stone and wrought iron that always catches your attention, and as you prop yourself up onto its base, sticking your feet securely between the rungs, you find that the view beyond over the city in the springtime is just as breathtaking as you expected.

shoto doesn't bother with the boost in height, but stands next to you, and rests his head on his hands, turning in your direction. his belly is full but his heart still feasts on the image of you, eyes wide as you take in the sky, with the overhanging cherry blossom trees shedding their flowers in pink and white swirls around you.

it's picturesque and yet he doesn't think to take a picture, lest he miss a moment of your current beauty. a few flowers fall into your hair, and he chuckles, just loud enough that you turn to look at him, your complexion deepening in embarrassment.

"what?" you ask. he smiles widely in response.

"you're cute."

as simple as that.

your face warms and you turn away from him, but his smile is still burned into your mind's eye. he inches a bit closer, nudging you gently.

"you know, when i asked you to be my girlfriend, it was springtime then too."

you lean into his touch, and he rests his head on your shoulder. "is that so?"

you feel as though you've been with him longer than you remember, but it is a test. you definitely remember.

"the cherry blossoms got caught in your hair then, too."

you instinctively reach for your hair, but he gets at the offenders first and lets them be carried away by the wind. he takes your other hand gently, kissing the fingertips.

"thank you," you whisper.

"of course."

a breeze starts again, and you nuzzle closer to him.

"are cherry blossoms our motif then?" you ask.

he thinks about it for a moment, then nods in agreement.

"renewal? optimism? sounds fitting for the very moment you came into my life."

#shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #thoughts: shoto #daydreams: bnha #mimi's notes

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moongirlcleo · 1 year ago

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Rogue x F!Reader

summary: ok but pls hear me out-- can I have an NSFW fic with Rogue who casts aside all other "readers" or whatever and professes his love for my OC named Nika? Sorry I'm just in my feels and down bad for this shadow boiiii ily levy! CW: ass-slapping, fem rec. oral, rough sex, hair pulling, creampie, dirty talking AN: lmao you got it! Also I may have inserted my OC in here just because :p hope you enjoy pete!

“Mmmh, fuck Rogue..” Nika’s whimpers slipped through her lips as the cool pane of glass at her back had her hissing. The man in question was currently devouring her center with a hunger that couldn’t quite be tamed. His hands dug into her plush thighs, spreading her apart further to get at the dripping folds.

“Want more?” Rogue breathed, a free hand tugging her shirt down and freeing her tits as he massaged them with desperation. He wanted- no, craved her in every way. His face rutted further into her core, tongue spelling her name out as she writhed in bliss under him.

Nika moaned louder, moving her hands from the pane of the window and into the inky hair at her center, pulling it as she bucked. “Fuck… you’re fucking amazing with your tongue.”

Rogue looked up at her with dark eyes and a fanged grin. “Just wait until you see what I can do with my cock.”

He dipped his tongue back into her heat, memorizing the taste of her arousal as Nika leaned her head back. The pants of pleasure only fogged the windows up further as the shadow dragon pushed her harder into the window.

It wasn’t often Rogue had time to himself. Between helping (let’s be honest, he’d be roped into doing Sting’s paperwork) Sting in the office or heading on missions to earn some jewel, he barely had enough time to think, let alone relax. Frosch was with Lector, Ellie and Sting for the night which meant he had the entire evening to enjoy himself. And enjoy it he was.

Rogue groaned as he felt Nika getting wetter as the time passed, knowing her release was close. Deciding to tease her for a bit, he pulled back, wiping his face off with a grin.

Nika whined. “Rogue, why’d you stop? T-that was feeling so amazing!”

“Can’t have you coming too quickly, now can we, kitten? I know we have all night, but…” Rogue trailed off, pulling you into his arms. “I want your first orgasm to be on my cock.” He led Nika toward his bed, already pulling her skirt down, slapping her ass playfully as she squealed.

“Be good for daddy and I’ll make you cum all night.”

Nika bit her lip and laid down on the bed as Rogue instructed, watching his form as he removed the last pieces of his own clothing.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”

With a blushed complexion, Nika found herself massaging her center, spreading her own legs apart as her lover watched on, desire clouding the shadow dragon’s face.

Her whimpers grew louder as her fingers pulsed in her core, not just for her own pleasure, but Rogue’s as well. His fangs were slightly bared as he watched her work, enraptured at the scene before him. There was nothing more Rogue wanted in this moment than to never escape it.

“Fuck.”

Before he knew what crossed his mind, Rogue was on top of Nika, kissing her lips with renewed urgency. His hips moved on their own, grinding against her like he was reduced to a horny school boy. Nika moaned against his lips as she adjusted herself, aligning herself with his length.

With a swift thrust, Rogue pushed inside her cunt and began moving in a way even he was surprised. It was almost… animalistic.

“Fuck,” Nika moaned, the intensity of Rogue was overwhelming her very senses. His lips found their way to her collarbone, biting down gently as he nibbled and sucked on her soft skin. The sounds she made only further egged him on.

The pair had met each other few months ago after Ellie and Sting introduced the newest Sabertooth guildmember to the shy dragon. Her beauty had overtaken him immediately. From the way Nika’s hips swayed as she walked, down to her beautiful curly, red strands. There was nothing about her the shadow dragon didn’t find irresistible.

He was ultimately surprised when Nika had asked him to a lunch picnic, and almost said no out of fear of screwing things up. But surprisingly enough, he’d not.

“Fuck… that’s it baby, take it all,” he grunted, his thrusts forceful and intentional. “You’re doing good for daddy.”

Nika’s whimpers grew more frequent as she felt herself nearing the edge of climax once more. She ran her fingernails down his back, causing Rogue to hiss.

“Y-yes daddy, please… can I cum?” She begged. Rogue flashed her a grin.

From talks along the river to joint missions, Rogue found himself more and more inclined toward Nika’s company and began to anticipate seeing her often. Sting and Ellie would attempt to help, of course, much to Rogue’s dismay. But in the back of his mind, he knew there was something special about the mage.

“Cum for me, princess. Show daddy just how good he’s fucking you.” He held his torso over Nika as he continued to fuck her hard.

Nika cried out in pleasure, feeling herself teetering over the edge, when—

“Rogue?” a voice called from the door way. Both Nika and the shadow dragon froze and turned to see who it was in the doorway.

A girl whom Nika had never once seen was in the doorway, staring at them with a furious blush. She buried her face into Rogue’s chest as he growled at the girl to get out.

“You shouldn’t be here.. give us our privacy and leave.”

With a shake of her head, the girl startled and began to walk out, leaving Nika to call toward her too.

“Shut the door behind you, thanks!” The sentence ended with a moan, as Rogue had already gone back to fucking Nika as relentlessly as before, if not more.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she moaned in bliss. “F-fuck… Rogue..” Nika panted.

Rogue turned her head with his hand and stared into her brilliant emerald orbs.

“Listen to me, Nika.” He said, voice dangerously low and seductive. “There is no one, no one for me, but you. You hear me?” His breathing had quickened, short and deep puffs as he continued his relentless pace.

“I’ve never been interested in anyone, not until you. The air I breathe, the sun that shines. It’s all you. I love you.”

Nika swallowed a moan and leaned up to give him a deep kiss. “I love you t-too, Rogue.”

The primal need to climax had overtaken them both, urging them to move with more passion. Each word Rogue muttered was delivered with a deep thrust to her center.

“I. Love. You.”

“Fuck. You’re. Sexy.. mmmh.”

With a groan, Rogue felt himself reach his climax, bullying into Nika deeper until all he had was emptied inside her center. She’d reached her release as well, pulling him deeper into her until all that was left of their intimate moment was a sweaty sheen on their skin and a silent room filled with the sounds of panting.

“I… I’ve never.. never felt something that good in my life,” Nika started, looking up toward Rogue. He looked down at her, eyes filled with affection and love as he trailed his thumb over her chin.

“Neither have I. I meant what i said, Nika. You own my heart and soul. I love you.” He curled her into his arms and held her close, committing this memory into his mind to revisit. There weren’t too many things Rogue was sure of, but for what it was worth, to him, she was everything.

#fairy tail #fairy tail fandom #fairy tail headcanons #fairy+tail+x+reader #anon ask/request #rogue cheney #rogue x reader #fairy tail smut #moongirlcleo

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