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CORRECTION ⋆✦⋆ ushijima wakatoshi

synopsis ➸ after a fight that was entirely your fault, you’d do anything to make it up to your husband. and by anything, you really mean anything.

tags ➸ dom!toshi, size kink duh, belly bulge, cockwarming, dirty talking, degradation, punishment sex, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, manhandling, spanking, slight asphyxiation, rough sex

wc ➸ 3.6k

The living room settled in tense silence, only the faint ticking of the wall clock filling the stillness between you and Ushijima. He sat rigidly on the couch, back ramrod straight as his piercing gaze stayed locked onto the volleyball match playing across the TV.

You lingered by the entryway for a long moment, worrying your lower lip as you studied the stern lines of your husband's profile. Even in his obvious frustration, you couldn't tear your eyes away from that strong jaw peppered with the faintest hint of stubble—a delicious reminder of how he felt like rugged velvet under your touch.

With a shaky inhale, you finally summoned the nerve to approach the couch. Ushijima didn't so much as twitch a muscle as you settled onto the cushion beside him—cognizant of the careful distance you left between your bodies out of instinct now. More than once before, you'd gravitated into his personal space during an argument only for the overwhelming pull of his presence to leave you utterly distracted and undone far too soon.

"'Toshi..." you began hesitantly, craving the familiar cadence of his name on your tongue despite the circumstances. "Can we talk about this? Please?"

Your plaintive murmur seemed to drift across that weighted chasm without any effect. Ushijima's jaw clenched almost imperceptibly, but beyond that razor-sharp movement he remained utterly motionless. You recognized the subtle tells immediately—those micro gestures so easily missed by anyone not intimately attuned to each infinitesimal shift in his demeanor.

Despite his frustration, he was pointedly restraining himself from any potential overreactions in the moment. Years of sharpening that single-minded discipline coiled like taut cords beneath his olive complexion as Ushijima listened in silence. His strength of will always hit you with renewed reverence in these tense moments between you both.

"I shouldn't have said those awful things earlier," you pressed on, hating the tremor in your voice but pressing forward regardless. "You were just trying to help and I...I lashed out in the worst possible way when you were only looking out for me like always."

You fell silent again as Ushijima worked his sharp jawline, clearly processing your paltry apology behind that unshakable mask of restraint. You studied the minute details greedily—the burnished gold flecks gleaming in his irises, the faintest hollow of his cheeks carving into sharp relief whenever his jaw tensed in irritation. The familiar pull of adoration despite your self-recrimination threatened to steal your breath entirely.

Because no matter how he punished you with frigid indifference or terse retorts, Ushijima remained the single most beautiful man you'd ever feasted your eyes upon in your entire life. A sublime vision of rugged, masculine strength burning with unshakable passion tucked beneath that stoic exterior that few ever got to taste the true depths of so intimately.

Heart pounding against your ribcage, you finally indulged your impulses in the face of his frustrated silence. You scooted closer, allowing your palm to drift over the thick cable of muscle joining his throat and collarbone in a whisper of contact.

Ushijima drew a sharp inhale through his flared nostrils, but he didn't cease you. So you traced your fingertips further down over his pec, feeling the coarse fabric stretched taut over his sinuous chest. You swallowed hard at the heat and hardness radiating off him—achingly familiar textures you recognized better than your own skin.

"I'm sorry..." you rasped out once more, barely restraining a whimper as you slid your palm across his abdomen next.

You watched Ushijima's knuckles whiten around the remote gripped tightly in one large fist, his jaw ticking with the minute clenches and releases indicating his struggle for control. Lower still, you drifted over the rigid corrugation of his stomach, fingertips dipping beneath the hem to find the sublime ridges of his Adonis belt finally. Shameless in your worship, you followed the carved trail lower to palm the distinct swell of his cock already tenting the front of his sweatpants openly.

Ushijima let slip a low groan then, eyes fluttering shut briefly as you boldly kneaded the rigid length through the thin material. You licked your lips reflexively, mouth flooding with saliva at the sheer masculine musk wafting off that sensitive area you'd mapped and savored so many times before.

"Please, 'Toshi..." you demanded with a raw tremor of need roughening your voice now. "Let me make this up to you properly..."

Olive-toned lids sliced back open to pin you beneath the full weight of that blazing glare. You held his scorching scrutiny steadily as Ushijima seemed to silently weigh his next calculated move in the wake of your unashamed seduction attempts.

Then his large palm anchored itself against your nape forcefully, dragging you forward until your parted lips ghosted his own in dizzying proximity. You whimpered openly at the molten brand of his touch and piercing focus honed solely on you entirely.

"You've been very naughty indeed, wife," he rumbled out with a dark, rasping undercurrent that made your belly swoop with visceral heat. "Purposefully testing my restraint like a spoiled brat desperate for a thorough... correction, aren't you?"

You shivered bodily at the wicked promise laced through his gravelly benediction, aching to shift closer and chase more of that delicious friction and searing drag of his calloused palms over your sensitized nerves. Somehow though, you managed a jerky nod instead—surrendering over without further protest to Ushijima's unholy thrall and the intimate torments sure to follow.

In one graceful, unhurried movement, he tugged you fully into the cradle of his lap. Those large palms anchored your hips flush against him as his hooded stare drank in the sight of you spread so wantonly across his solid bulk.

"I'm not finished punishing you yet, little minx," Ushijima promised through barely parted lips, calluses raking over your lower back possessively. "But I suppose indulging you some sweet relief along the way couldn't hurt...as long as you take all of it, of course."

He didn't wait for an answer, large palm wrapping around your nape once more to tug you into a brutal kiss that stole your breath entirely. Ushijima devoured your every whimper and whine hungrily, the slick slide of his tongue tangling against your own enough to make you melt further into the furnace of his embrace.

It felt like an eternity before he finally eased off the drugging assault of his lips and teeth and tongue. Your mind whirled with a pleasant haze as you swayed dazedly, struggling to regain your equilibrium in the wake of Ushijima's devastating attentions.

"Take off your panties," he ordered in a husky baritone, those callused hands falling away from your body. "Only your panties."

You trembled faintly, fingers trembling as they obeyed the directive immediately. You lifted up onto your knees just enough to slip your underwear off beneath the hem of your— his shirt, thighs slick and sticky with your arousal as you settled back into his lap.

Ushijima's nostrils flared with his shallow, ragged breaths as his hungry gaze raked over the obscene display. One large palm slid over your inner thigh, nudging your legs open wider for his viewing pleasure. You shuddered visibly as he traced his thumb down the slick seam of your cunt, his touch so infuriatingly gentle and slow.

"You're always so wet and ready for me, my love..." he rumbled out, gaze darkening further at the way your arousal smeared his thumb with a shiny coat. "It's almost a shame I have to be so cruel, but you deserve nothing less, don't you agree?"

You shuddered again, thighs trembling with the strain of remaining upright as he continued to tease and torment you so cruelly. "Y-yes, 'Toshi," you managed to reply hoarsely, fingers twisting into the thin cotton covering his chest. "Please..."

He gave no indication of acknowledgement, continuing his leisurely torture of tracing over every inch of your slick folds save where you craved him most. You bucked your hips up, searching for the relief that eluded you, only to earn a firm slap on the ass for your trouble.

"Patience," he reminded you in a clipped tone, not bothering to slow the torment even as he disciplined you. You whimpered but forced yourself to be still, fingers digging into the hard planes of his pecs as he toyed with you so cruelly.

It felt like forever until he finally brushed against your swollen clit. You shuddered visibly, eyes rolling back with a guttural groan at the sensation.

"I know what you want, love..." Ushijima rasped, dragging his thumb in firm, tight circles against the bundle of nerves. "I know what this greedy cunt craves, but you've been so disobedient and naughty. It'd be unfair of me to give you the relief you so desperately need, wouldn't it?"

"I'll behave, 'Toshi, I swear," you gasped out, hips rocking against his touch despite yourself. "Please, please..."

The rough pads of his fingertips circled your entrance, teasing you with the slightest breach but never enough to penetrate. You let out a frustrated sob, tears blurring your vision with the intensity of your need.

"Oh, you're definitely going to behave..." he agreed, the subtle edge of a threat lacing his husky baritone. "And you'll learn to appreciate my punishments properly, too."

Before you could process his cryptic statement, the blunt head of his cock nudged your slick folds. You sucked in a sharp breath as the chubby tip dragged up and down, coating himself in your essence with each agonizing pass.

Your husband wasn’t a small man by any stretch of the imagination—and his girth and length had been daunting even on your wedding night. You'd been nervous, yes, but he'd been a patient and attentive lover that made sure to leave no part of you unsatisfied.

But this? This was an entirely different level of fullness as Ushijima slowly impaled you inch by agonizing inch, stretching you around the thick length until you swore he'd split you in two. You'd barely adjusted to the overwhelming sensations when he gripped your hip with a punishing hold, pulling you down fully to seat him to the hilt inside of you.

"Now sit still," he ordered gruffly, emerald eyes flashing with dark intent as he reached for the remote control abandoned beside him. "I've got a game to finish and you're going to help me enjoy it."

"Wh-what do you—"

The question died on your tongue as he resumed the program, his other hand splayed possessively over the curve of your hip to keep you from moving. He gave no further explanation, gaze flickering back to the TV as he leaned back into the couch cushions once more.

You stared at him incredulously, mouth hanging open as he proceeded to ignore your presence entirely. Your eyes widened with disbelief when you realized the full extent of his plan—the wicked, horrible, cruel plan he'd concocted to punish you.

"No," you groaned, shaking your head vigorously. "No, please, 'Toshi! This isn't fair!"

His grip only tightened on your hip, the pressure enough to bruise in the most delicious way possible. "Fairness isn't an issue when it comes to punishments, love," he replied mildly, as if he wasn't balls-deep inside you and refusing to move. "Now, behave. Otherwise you won’t get my cock for the rest of the week."

You let out another miserable sound at the threat, the sheer idea of him leaving you unsatisfied and craving his touch for an entire week enough to make you go insane. Tears blurred your vision as he continued to watch the game with utter nonchalance, acting as if his cock wasn't sheathed in the tight grip of your cunt.

You were so painfully full and yet, you wanted more. Craved that delicious friction that only came from Ushijima using your body in whatever ways pleased him most. The urge to rock and grind against him overwhelmed your senses, but his grip held you steady.

You looked down to where his cock pierced into you so deeply, your eyes widening at the slight bulge of his girth visible through your lower abdomen. You whimpered, the sight of it turning you on beyond belief. You clenched and squeezed around his hard length, reveling in the way his nostrils flared and his jaw tensed slightly.

At least he wasn't entirely unaffected.

A wicked idea suddenly sparked, lighting your insides with a fresh wave of fire. You leaned back, bracing yourself with a hand against his knees until the outline of his cock jutted more prominently through the soft skin. You swallowed hard, taking a steadying breath before you pressed down on the bulge with your other palm.

Ushijima let slip a guttural sound then, the noise low and dangerous and so fucking sexy you had to bite your lip to stifle a whimper. But the damage was already done, your hips giving an aborted roll on instinct before he stilled you.

"Behave," he warned you in a raspy undertone, those piercing eyes honing in on the subtle outline of his cock visible beneath your lower belly. He let out another groan, his fingers digging into the meat of your hip hard enough to leave new marks.

You couldn't help yourself—not when you knew how much it affected him, too. You repeated the motion, rolling your hips forward with a gentle press. Ushijima's eyes fluttered shut, his breathing growing ragged and shallow.

You did it again and again, each time pressing down with more and more pressure until the game became little more than white noise to your ears. All that mattered was watching Ushijima's self-control slowly slip as you worked his cock deeper inside you with every deliberate thrust.

His fingers fell away from your hip, and you didn't waste the opportunity. Your pace was slow and steady, grinding him into your slick walls with a filthy grind of your hips. His head lolled back, the veins in his throat protruding starkly as he finally succumbed to the pleasure of your body.

You continued riding him torturously slow, working every last inch of his impressive girth inside you until his cock kissed the opening to your cervix. Your clit dragged along the coarse hair of his pelvis on each downward thrust, and soon your own breathing became ragged with the intensity of your pleasure.

You were so close—so fucking close, your toes curling and core tightening with each delicious glide of his cock against your spasming walls. Just a few more strokes and you'd have the release you so desperately craved...

Only then Ushijima's strong arm locked around your waist, tugging you back into his chest and pinning you there with his iron-clad grip. You cried out, the denial making your skin burn and pulse thrum wildly.

"Did I tell you to move?" he demanded in a ragged voice, teeth nipping the shell of your ear sharply.

"Please, 'Toshi," you sobbed out, nails biting into his forearm as you squirmed in his hold. "I'll be good, I promise. Just fuck me, please!"

His free hand slid over your inner thigh, spreading them apart and leaving your aching pussy exposed and dripping. The rough pad of his thumb found your clit, drawing torturous circles against the bundle of nerves as he nipped and bit at your neck.

"That’s too bad," he replied in a husky rasp, the dark edge to his voice making your belly swoop. "Because I'm not done with my game yet. If you move one more time without permission, I'll pull out and finish in my fist instead. Do you understand, love?"

You whined and whimpered but managed to jerk your head into a nod. "Yes, yes, please..."

"Good girl," he rumbled, giving your clit a final flick before he resumed his hold on your hip.

You forced yourself to remain still and silent, not daring to move an inch lest he make good on his threat. Tears slipped down your cheeks at the agony of waiting and watching Ushijima continue to ignore you in favor of the game.

His fingers flexed against your hip, a subtle tremor in the muscle and tendons that betrayed his struggle for control. He was holding back, you realized, not willing to give in just yet. You clenched around him deliberately, reveling in the way he twitched and hardened even further.

The sudden roar of the crowd from the TV was enough to startle you both, and Ushijima let slip a guttural growl as you tightened reflexively. Your heart pounded wildly, and you could feel the sweat slicking his chest beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.

"Fuck it," he swore under his breath, finally reaching for the remote and switching off the TV with a flick of his thumb.

In the next instant, Ushijima's large palms wrapped around your hips. He lifted you up, pulling out and flipping you around so you were bent over the arm of the couch. One large palm pressed between your shoulder blades, pushing you into the cushions. The other grabbed your hip, anchoring your lower half up so your ass jutted out lewdly.

He nudged your thighs wider with a knee, and then he was sliding back into you. You moaned at the fullness, the delicious stretch of your walls around his thick girth. You fisted the couch cushions, burying your face into the plush fabric as he finally began pounding into you with a ruthless pace.

His grip was bruising, but you welcomed the ache, reveling in the sweet mix of pain and pleasure that only he could bring. His other hand slid over the slope of your ass, and you shivered as he caressed the tender flesh before a sharp smack rang through the air.

"Greedy, insatiable whore," Ushijima growled, palming the abused skin as you gasped and rocked back into him. "Making me break my own rules. Now I'll have to discipline you some more, won't I?"

"Yes," you cried out, his name falling from your lips like a benediction as his hips pistoned into you with a punishing rhythm. "Yes, yes, punish me, 'Toshi! Please!"

He gave your ass a harsher slap, the sting making you yelp and writhe beneath his weight. You could feel him throbbing and twitching inside you, his own orgasm fast approaching.

"Is this what you wanted, little minx?" Ushijima demanded in a husky tone, his hand sliding from your ass to curl over your throat. He pulled you upright, forcing your back to arch and breasts to thrust out as his fingers flexed. His other hand smoothed over your lower belly, thumb tracing the slight bulge of his cock spearing into you.

"Y-yes," you gasped out, head falling back onto his shoulder as he pounded into you with brutal precision. You reached up and twisted a hand into his hair, gripping him tightly as he nipped and sucked at the juncture of your shoulder.

"I can feel myself in you, love," he rasped, his hips slapping against yours in a wet, filthy slide. "Can you feel how deep I am? How your cunt's swallowing me whole?"

"Yes, yes, yes," you sobbed out, eyes rolling back and lashes fluttering. The hand on your stomach found your clit, the rough pads of his fingertips stroking and circling the sensitive bud in a dizzying tempo. "So deep, 'Toshi, so full!"

"Cum for me, sweetheart," he ordered in a husky baritone, his hips losing their steady rhythm. You could feel his cock twitching and throbbing inside you, and the knowledge that he was about to lose control set off a fresh wave of arousal. "Now."

Your body obeyed before you could even process his demand, every muscle and tendon in your body going taut with a force so intense it was nearly painful. You clenched and spasmed around him, hot, fragrant liquid gushing and squirting around his cock as you came harder than ever before.

"F-fuck," Ushijima groaned, his cock throbbing and twitching inside of you as you came undone. He buried his face into your neck, hips stilling as his release spilled deep inside you. He kept pumping his hips, the warm flood of his cum clinging to your walls and filling you so completely.

He held you upright as you both came down from your highs, his breath hot and ragged against your throat. His hand slid over the soft skin of your belly, the other still gently massaging your clit to prolong your orgasm.

It took a moment for you to regain your senses, blinking dazedly as he carefully lowered you onto the couch. You shuddered as he pulled out, a hot rush of his release seeping from your swollen cunt. You winced, the sensation almost painful as you slumped bonelessly into the cushions.

Ushijima knelt before you, olive-hued eyes roving over your thoroughly ravished form as if to assess his work. A faint flush stained his high cheekbones, his dark hair disheveled from your greedy hands and damp with perspiration. He leaned forward, large palm sliding up your inner thigh as he pressed a kiss to the tender flesh of your sex.

You shuddered at the tender gesture, fingers twisting into his hair once more. "Did I... Am I forgiven yet?" you managed to rasp out, wincing slightly at the hoarseness of your voice.

His lips curled into a slight smirk, gaze flashing up at you knowingly. "Not yet," he rumbled, his fingertips stroking lightly over the soft petals of your cunt. "I don't think you've learned your lesson properly just yet. Now, why don't we go upstairs, hmm? I have a few ideas of what I can do to you next..."

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A Prissy Girl’s Guide to Spring

since i won’t be active on tumblr when next spring comes around, and i’ve done 3/4 seasons, i felt it was appropriate to go ahead and finish the series! if you find yourself inspired by my aesthetic/looks, you can absolutely use this as a guide for the next primavera season! 🐇

what’s the look this spring?

my personal forecast for fashion spring ‘24 is “pink pilates bimbo” for sure. the renewal of spring is the time for a wellness reset. so i’ll be engaging in a physical activity but i’ll still be in barbie attire. pink athleisure pieces with super girly additions is my predicted aesthetic. 🎀

first and foremost…

let’s talk about what spring symbolizes: renewal, cleansing, and restarting. that makes itself apparent in the seasons colors; the darkness of winter transitions to the soft pastels of spring.

preparation

start spring cleaning and prepping for seasonal allergies. stock up on in season fruits to keep in the house. take up outside activities like biking, outdoor yoga, and jogging. buy new fragrances. prep your skin and hair for the overtime humidity.

essentials

pretty umbrella

allergy meds/quarterly check up

new water bottle/tumbler

fresh and clean candles + home fragrances

matcha and jade citrus tea

humidifier

neti pot

clothes and accessories

pink athleisure. the lululemon strawberry milkshake jacket is a must! (or a dupe if you’re on budget)

foldover yoga pants

bedazzled pieces

pastel colored pieces

cute mini bags

victoria’s secret totes

tennis skirts

sheer + lacey tops

florals for spring? groundbreaking.

glitter + sequins

satin dresses

lace up sandals

hunter boots

coach baguettes

victoria’s secret co-ords, leggings and sweaters

ballet flats

ugg slippers + fluff sandals

cute gym shoes with pink/sparkly details

lace up pieces

baby blue is a staple color for spring

ruffle trims

warm materials + revealing cuts

“pastry princess” looks inspired by sweets and dessertz

cropped baby tees

stripper heelz

diamond jewelry

body jewelry + belly chainz

sparkly hair clips and headbands

butterfly aesthetics

ribbons and bows

ostrich feathers

sparkly keychains and wristlets

bodysuits + heels combo

statement jewelry like hello kitty, fruit or desserts

beauty

pretty eye pigments (try mac, huda or iconic london)

vibrant pinks

warm bronzer

glitter gloss

translucent glosses in pink and orange

charlotte tilbury flawless filter

nars super orgasm blush

morphe 8r complexion palette

morphe nikita palette

natasha denona diamond & glow (favvv)

a bunch of clear glosses

fenty diamond bomb

fenty fussy gloss bomb

urban decay moondust shadows

cake beauty products

joseon spf 50

bright and/or floral fragrances (gucci flora gorgeous gardenia, jimmy choo illicit flower, carolina herrera good girl blush, juliette has a gun collection, yves saint laurent mon paris intensement, marc jacobs daisy fragrances)

victoria’s secret love spell + warm and cozy + la crème fragrances

sol de janeiro body mists

body shimmer (fenty beauty or bath and body works)

sweet body butters

sol de janeiro beija flor

exfoliating gloves

juicy sheet masks

cetaphil moisturizing cream

native candy shop collection

victoria’s secret tease + eau so sexy

5 blade razors and post shave oil

cute mirrors to keep in my purses

glitter nails

lavenders and pinks

protein treatments for moisture overload

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Clean Slate

As part of the cleaning regiment, you’re assigned to help Levi with maintaining the underground headquarters. Levi, known for his strict cleanliness standards, is surprised to find you have an equally strong dedication to keeping things spotless. Over time, the two of you bond over the shared responsibility, leading to quiet but meaningful moments. One day, you fall ill, and Levi shows a softer side, caring for you and ensuring you get better, revealing his deeper feelings.

The sound of scrubbing echoed through the underground headquarters as you diligently worked on polishing the floors. Levi, ever the perfectionist, was beside you, his eyes sharp as he inspected every corner. He barely spoke, his focus entirely on maintaining the spotless environment that he demanded.

“Missed a spot,” he commented, pointing to a corner you had just finished.

You bit back a sigh, knowing better than to argue. “I’ll get it,” you replied, grabbing the cloth again.

Levi watched you as you went over the area with renewed vigor. He was surprised by your dedication—most people would have grumbled or given up by now. But you matched his standards, and he found himself respecting you for it.

“You’re pretty meticulous,” he remarked after a while, breaking the usual silence.

“Someone’s got to keep up with you,” you shot back with a small smile. “Besides, it’s kind of satisfying to see everything so clean.”

Levi nodded, almost imperceptibly. “It is.”

Days turned into weeks, and you and Levi fell into a routine. There was something comforting about the quiet moments you shared, working side by side to keep the headquarters in pristine condition. Conversations were rare, but they didn’t need to be frequent; you both understood each other through your actions.

One evening, after a particularly long day, you noticed Levi lingering after you’d finished your tasks. “Levi, is something wrong?” you asked, wiping your hands on your apron.

He shook his head. “No, just… you’ve been doing a good job. Better than most.”

You blinked, surprised by the compliment. “Thanks. That means a lot coming from you.”

He nodded again, then turned to leave, but not before casting one last glance your way. You could feel the warmth in your chest, a connection growing stronger with every passing day.

The next morning, you woke up feeling off. Your head throbbed, and your body ached. Despite this, you forced yourself out of bed, determined to get your work done. You knew Levi wouldn’t tolerate any slacking, and you didn’t want to disappoint him.

But as you stumbled into the cleaning supplies room, Levi was already there, his sharp eyes narrowing as he took in your pale complexion. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked, his tone harsher than usual.

“Cleaning,” you replied weakly, reaching for a mop.

“Like that?” He stepped closer, frowning. “You’re sick.”

“I’m fine,” you protested, though the wobble in your voice betrayed you.

Levi’s scowl deepened, and before you could react, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you toward the nearest chair. “Sit. You’re not doing anything until you’re better.”

“Levi, I can still—”

“Shut up,” he snapped, though there was a rare softness in his eyes. “You’re not fine, and I’m not letting you make it worse.”

You blinked, stunned by his concern. Levi wasn’t one to coddle anyone, let alone show this level of care. But here he was, his hands gentle as he guided you to sit down.

“Stay here,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. “I’ll get something for your fever.”

You didn’t protest, feeling too weak to argue. As he left the room, you leaned back, closing your eyes. The pounding in your head made it hard to think, but one thing was clear—Levi was worried about you, and that realization sent a strange warmth through your chest.

Levi returned with a damp cloth and some medicine. He handed you the medicine first, watching closely as you swallowed it. Then, he carefully placed the cloth on your forehead, his touch surprisingly tender.

“Why are you…?” you started, but he cut you off with a stern look.

“Because I’m not an idiot,” he replied curtly. “And I’m not going to let you push yourself into a worse condition. You’re important here.”

The words hung in the air, and you couldn’t help but smile despite your discomfort. “Thank you, Levi.”

He grunted in response, but you could see the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks. “Just get better, alright? I can’t keep this place spotless on my own.”

You chuckled, which quickly turned into a cough. Levi’s expression softened further as he adjusted the cloth on your forehead. “Rest,” he commanded. “That’s an order.”

You nodded, too tired to argue. As you closed your eyes, you felt Levi’s hand brush against yours, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes.

==

Over the next few days, Levi kept a close eye on you, ensuring you had everything you needed to recover. He didn’t say much, but his actions were enough to convey what words couldn’t. And when you finally started to feel better, he was the first to notice, his relief almost palpable.

“Good to see you up and about,” he remarked one morning as you joined him in the cleaning supplies room.

“Good to be back,” you replied with a smile. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

Levi shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “Don’t mention it.”

But as you resumed your duties, there was a newfound closeness between you, a bond forged in quiet moments and shared responsibilities. And though Levi never said it outright, you knew that he cared for you in a way that went beyond mere teamwork. In his own subtle way, he had shown you just how much you meant to him, and that was more than enough.

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

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.

—

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.

—

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.”

[ahamasmiyodhah]

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.

[implantfan]

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

[izvmimi]

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."