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winterzsurprise · 10 days ago

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Crimson Lovers • KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

SUMMARY: “I'd spoil you rotten, put you in the nicest, most expensive clothing and I'd still have more to spend on you for an eternity.” Jin whispered into your lips like a promise. If it weren't for your lust addled mind, you'd believe him. “You like wealth, princess? I have plenty. My coven has a dragon, he'd spoil you rotten, he’d stop at nothing to give you everything you'd ever wanted.”

Or alternatively, your friend’s only solution to you being a broke college student with a family to feed is to attend a private feeding party where the most affluent vampires are in attendance to drink fresh blood in exchange for money and get yourself in trouble with the infamous Kim Coven.

Tags: Vampire! Seokjin, Half-Faerie! Reader, Mythical Creatures AU!, SMUT, Cunnilingus, Magic slick (Seokjin passed out from it lmao), Blood sucking(obvs), not beta read.

Words: 5.1k

I just found this one collecting dust in the vault so I decided to post it here since it'll be a shame if I don't post a 5k words worth work. Its supposed to be the first chapter for a mythical creatures and reincarnation au bts x reader story but I immediately hit a wall.

I'll prolly pick it up in the future idk.

• MASTERLIST •

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Never in your life have you ever thought a single sheet of paper could weigh so heavily in the palm of your hands like it holds the heaviness of your future.

Depending on your answer, it does.

The card was a vibrant crimson with a nice golden design of modest swirls as margins for the text that are colored in silver, the material no doubt expensive. It was an invitation to a private feeding after all, how could it look shabby when only a selected few are given the opportunity to attend?

By selecting a few, you meant people from affluent backgrounds and some unfortunate people desperate for money.

It was obvious what category you’d fall into.

If you were to attend the party.

“Stop staring at it like it offended your ancestors, I'm just suggesting it.”

Soomin, your friend since high school, says.

“Where did you even get this? You don't know any vampires, do you?”

She shrugs, leaning back into her armchair. “Got a few favours. You were complaining about needing money and thought I could use some of them.”

Scratching your head, you read the card's contents with careful apprehension.

“Relax, it's not enchanted to track where it goes. It's just a normal card, you know I wouldn't force you into something if safety wasn't guaranteed.”

Before leaving the herd to pursue college far from the safety of family wards, your mother had enchanted your accessories with aura suppressors and glamours to prevent people from knowing your heritage.

You were told of horrors of the inhabitants outside the plane, both mortals and supernaturals turning over every leaf in the forest just for a whiff of a faerie.

Your blood is as precious as its golden colour, said to restore even the weakest mortal on its deathbed to pristine condition with a mere drop and turn a half vampire’s miniscule powers into a bottomless pit of a royal pureblood.

Faeries live in constant danger and you'd be damned if you weren’t taught to overthink everything.

“It’s anonymous, they’ll have you wear a mask, don't overthink it too much. My aunt used to tell me ‘your body is an emergency fund, every part of you is profitable. You just need to know the right place.’ or in my case, a man.”

She says, wiggling her fingers in front of your face where a gigantic pink diamond glimmered under the light above you, an engagement ring from the werewolf she bagged from dancing haphazardly on a stranger one friday night.

It's her pride, being able to capture the attention of one of the country's most attractive bachelors. It gave her a confidence that soared so high in the skies, she had nudged the space terminal. You couldn't even blame her for thinking so, knowing you'd share the same sentiments if it were you.

But still, daring to wander around without the wards your mother has spent years of creating to keep you safe, it makes your stomach churn.

Placing the card and pushing it as far as you could, you lean back into the chair.

“I don't know… It's really risky.”

“I’m just suggesting here,” she sighs, sliding the paper back in front of you and patting it. “If all goes well, you wouldn't need to work overtime for a year at least.”

“You saying that only makes me overthink it even more.”

She rolls her eyes playfully.

You knew she was right and the prospect of not working for a year is tempting. But a part of you frowned at the thought of risking your safety for a couple of zeroes in your bank account. Pride is such a fickle thing, so easily threatened and dragged through the mud when desperation kicks in.

But what is Pride in the face of your mountainous pending bills?

Not to mention, your mother and little brother's living situation back in the province. Soobin needed new shoes for school, you've seen how well-worn it has been—if well-worn meant clumsily glued back soles onto the upper body for the nth time with shoelaces frizzled and pulled taut from being twisted into knots and years of washing.

Your barista and supermarket cashier job nor your mother's job as a saleslady in the wet market doesn't reward you enough to save for his shoe while trying to sustain both you and your family, you need more. Taking on another 9-5 job is far from the solution.

Grabbing the paper with a newfound heaviness in your body, you sighed. The address encrusted in silver stood out in the seas of crimson reds, rooting your eyes onto the text.

“You asked for my help and I offer this–this somewhat long term solution.”

“But what if someone tries to track my blood back to me?”

Your mother and brother are counting on you, her salary from selling in the market aren't enough for the both of them. If you were to disappear they would sink further than you all already are, Soobin would stop attending school in favour of working. The guilt from seeing your mother bend over her back to be able to put food on the table would kill him.

It's a burdening feeling you wouldn't wish upon him. He should only know to have fun, make friends, and experience life in high school like a normal teen would.

You can't afford to put yourself in danger.

“I’ll put my name on the list instead. I promise you that you'll be safe, you just need to find someone to feed on you and then you can go, easy money!”

Seeing the hesitance in your eyes, she continued.

“Sometimes you just need to live a little. There's rewards in risking, you know?”

But then again, nor can you afford new shoes for Soobin with your minimum wage jobs.

With a defeated sigh, you looked up to meet your friend's eyes.

“How should I dress?”

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He should've known better than attending parties the prehistoric council members had invited him into, you'd think centuries of politics would render him immune to these tricky situations yet here he is, standing awkwardly in the middle of the meeting room while holding said invitation and a cocktail. The old geezer was already gone by the time he realised his mistake.

The envelope was a deep hue of red, a foretelling sign of what the party might be about.

It wasn't a shock when he saw the neatly imprinted silver text on the thick crimson paper telling him of a private feeding gathering for both the fortunate and the unfortunate on Saturday.

While being a vampire himself, he never had to feed on strangers when he had his coven to fill him up for the next month or so. His age has allowed him longer intervals between feeding and at this point, he has grown nonchalant with that aspect of his life.

Obviously, he should've ripped it to shreds and incinerated the damn thing.

But a voice whispered at the back of his, urging him to join the small gathering. A nagging feeling tugging at him and telling him he'd miss something important if he were to dismiss the invitation. Yet when asked why he went, he said it's to oversee the event undercover.

He could still feel the burning curious gaze of his brothers on his skin.

Which brings him to his current predicament, fighting off the urge to yawn from the absolute boredom caused by newbloods breaking their backs to impress potential business partners and blood donors.

He silently thanked whoever thought it was a good idea to have guests wear masks. There would've been heaps upon heaps of scandals if he were to be spotted in a feeding party, not to mention, the newbloods trying to peacock their way to being sponsored by the Kim Coven and from the rising irritation burning his back, he might shave off a huge number off the vampire population.

He couldn't remember the times he had done his route around the hall, trying to avoid people vying for a morsel of attention and trying his best to not stay still in one place for people to recognize him but he did know that if he were to go around once more, he's leaving once and for all.

Downing his last martini, he stood up.

Only for a dizzying scent to knock him back into his seat. It grabbed onto his throat with a tight grip, stuffing his head and demanding his attention. It smelled like the sweetest of sin, honeyed and dripping thick on his tongue.

A faerie’s blood, although from a half, is still as tantalising as a pure blooded one.

He hears the murmurs, could feel multiple spawns’ auras spilling out of their body, their greed relentless and non-discriminating as it lashed out over each other, fighting to be noticed by the woman in the black bodycon dress. Why are they looking at her? How dare they lay their eyes on what's mine—

He immediately shook the thought away, making a note to review it later.

You strode into the middle of the ballroom with a sway to your hips, lips painted in the hue of blood stretching into a coy smile as vampires of all ages take a step towards your direction. The dress didn't leave much to the imagination with its thin fabric clinging onto your form tightly. From the spaghetti straps hanging flimsily on your shoulders to the low dip of its collar between the mounds of your chest and the high slits on one side to reveal the plumpness of your thighs, you were mouth watering in every way possible.

With pouty lips tinted in crimson red and hair loosely curled on the side of your face. You were a sight to behold.

Seeing you stride in with all that skin displayed for everyone to see, a ravenous monster at the back of his mind resurfaces. Greed and possessiveness of the others seeped into his skin, awakening something he had long buried.

A potential mate, his mind had whispered

Fuck, you're driving him insane.

Seokjin didn't notice his feet moving, following the alluring scent beckoning him close as if hypnotised but he did see the flirtatious narrowing of your eyes as he approached. If his power is spilling over the floor and deterring everyone from daring to get in between you both, he ignored it.

In fact, he revelled in their soured faces and shivering bodies.

He wasn't one for claiming territories nor was he the type to flaunt his power but for tonight, he'll make an exception.

No one is to dare interrupt him.

“What's a pretty faerie like you doing outside of their realm?”

He tried so hard not to stare at the delectable view of the mounds of your breast or the unblemished skin of your neck and chest but it's difficult with the view granted by his height. Your heartbeat pulsed nervously despite the flirtatious mask you so perfectly strut with.

He could practically taste your scent being this close and his throat dries up.

Fuck, you're gonna make him religious.

“The same as the other women in pretty dresses in this room, darling. Money.”

“Aren't you scared people might hurt you?” It was a genuine question, if he wasn't here to step over the pining prospects, he didn't want to imagine how they would've killed each other for a glance.

You would've been ravaged, you were bold for strutting into a room full of ravenous vampires. It was impressive as much as it made his blood curl. He pushed the thought away, he wouldn't want to scare you off by decorating the hall in gore.

Seokjin could feel your fear, could hear it from the racing beats of your heart under flesh and bones. You were nervous, no doubt ready to bolt the moment you were approached by the predators surrounding you in all directions yet you faced him head on with a false confidence he started to think is real.

If fear were to ever linger in the corner of your eyes, he had a feeling it wouldn't end well for every supernatural in this room.

No one should ever dare scare you.

“I'm desperate. So, if you aren't trying to take me for the night, I have other guys pining for me so excuse—”

“I didn't say I didn't want you, sweetheart. I'm just trying to get to know you better.”

You stopped, looking up at him through your lashes as you stepped closer.

Lithe fingers boldly reached onto his tie pressed neatly behind his blazer—nails painted in a sinful red hue, he notes— tugging and twirling it between fingers as you stepped closer and closer, further drowning him in your delectable fragrance. Your nervous heart beats echoed in his ears and it sounded like the piper's capturing tune, your scent surrounds him like a haze of amortentia, demanding his attention on your eyes, your lips, your skin and to the dip in your waist. All Seokjin could think about was you.

Your soft flesh flashing up at him, teasing him and urging him to have a taste, to feel the rush of your blood coating his tongue and down his throat, to run his hands over your skin and have his marks littering its unblemished surface.

Suddenly his clothes felt suffocating in the heat of his desire.

Was he seriously this floored for someone whose face he hasn't seen?

“All you need to know is that I need a name to moan, handsome.”

He could feel the thread of his patience running thin, lust leaking in and clouding his judgement. He smirked. “Name’s Jin. What should I call you then, sweet thing?”

Your arms reached around his neck, body pressing flush into his chest as you looked up at him through lidded eyes. The size difference not going unnoticed, if anything, it made him want to drive a stake through his heart.

“Cherry.”

He doesn't know who started it first, nor does he remember how you both ended up in a private room after the feeding contract was signed, doors locked behind you both as he pressed you onto its wooden material, the masks long forgotten on the floor. Seokjin felt your lust in how your scent sweetened further like heaven's nectar, grabbing onto his throat and drowning him.

It almost felt sacrilegious that he gets to know you so intimately like this. Almost unfair how your desires grappled with his patience like a cat with a ball of yarn, temptation lighting his skin alight.

Pulling away, his lips immediately zeroed in on your neck. His fangs ached to be buried onto your precious skin but he knows better than to harvest his rewards early. He sucked bruises and marked your throat yet the greediness in his chest didn't relent, if anything, it rampaged further at the sight of you littered with his marks.

They looked so pretty on you.

“You're driving me insane.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

Taking your lips once again with his, you engaged in a wild dance of teeth dragging over his lips and tongue clashing with yours before picking you up and taking you both to the bed at the far corner of the room.

The straps of your dress falling from your shoulders shouldn't have the effect it does to him yet here he is, throat tight and mouth watering as he hovers over your pliant body, full chest spilling on the sides of your body, raising with your laboured breath with cheeks flushed with desire. His hands pushed the offending fabric of your dress to bunch over your inner thighs, eyes greedily drinking in every inch of skin being revealed to him before noticing how the thick flesh managed to look so small under his palms.

His mouth dries.

He can't wait to see how Namjoon feels about the size difference between you. The man would lose every morsel of control.

“Stop staring!”

“Why should I? You look so pretty like this.”

There's something so sinfully divine in how the fabric only seems to cover the necessary parts of your body, trying its best—and failing—to hide you from his gaze, the devil about to corrupt your purity with a bite.

You whined, hand reaching for him as you flush darker at his comment.

You'd turn Yoongi into a devout worshipper who'd dedicate a thousand songs because of this sight alone.

He ran his hands across your thighs, thumb inching closer to your heat under the fabric and every time it neared your breath hitches. Your heartbeat thuds a little faster, a new melody he's grown to love.

Yoongi would've somehow composed a song with it.

“If you stare any longer, I'm going to start charging you.”

He didn't mean to laugh as hard as he did at that.

“Not much of a threat for me, sweetheart. I'm fucking rich.”

Your scent flares as you let out a soft moan and he captures your lips once more before pulling away with a smirk.

“I'd spoil you rotten, put you in the nicest, most expensive clothing and I'd still have more to spend on you for an eternity.”

You whined and it sounded like the sweetest melody he'd hear once he enters whatever heaven there is for the supernatural.

Seokjin didn't have a kink for spending money on someone nor did he imagine he'd have one, but as he drawled on, he couldn't help but imagine you in the most lavish fabric to pose for him and his coven members, to see your form covered in the softest of silk and the rarest of gems only their money could purchase, his throat tightened.

Taehyung’s designed clothes would fit you perfectly.

“You like wealth, princess? I have plenty. My coven has a dragon, he'd spoil you rotten, he’d stop at nothing to give you everything you'd ever wanted.”

You didn't react to his revelation and he takes it as a win, a silent acceptance of his coven.

“Please just touch me.”

“Where do you want me, princess?”

You take his hand, lithe and small against him, and bring it close to where you wanted him most between legs, nudging his fingers between folds and shocks shoots through his body. He groans, the lacy fabric already drenched with your arousal, doused with your addicting scent.

“I want your fingers inside me, Jinnie. Please?”

If you asked him for the universe with that voice, he would learn how to shrink it and hand it over to you the next day tied with a bowstring.

Are you aware of the power you hold over him?

Instead of moving, he let you move his wrist, watched you with rapt attention as his fingers dipped down your folds, hovering on your clenching hole before rising to nudge your clit, teasing your already sensitive self and moaning from the slightest of touch.

If it wasn't for the unfamiliar signature of a faerie in your scent, he would've thought you were a succubus.

“Look at you grinding on my knuckles so prettily, already so needy for me.”

He pressed light figures of eight on your button and drank in the sight of your desperation with rapt attention. Your hips twisted, eager for more. Tugging the fabric aside with the other hand, he toyed with your clit, using different pressures and motions to figure out what brings you the most pleasure before dipping a finger into you.

Your velvety walls fluttered around him, pulsing with need and tightening oh so deliciously on his finger. His cock stirs in his pants as he adds another digit, he can't wait to bury himself into your warmth.

Seeing you thrash around in pleasure as his fingers drove and curled inside you, got his body crawling with the intense feeling of greed. He wanted to see more of you, to have you on the brink of breaking. Suddenly, the dress flimsily covering you grew offensive. He eyed the material restricting his movements before pulling away from your cunt and reaching up to tug your panties off of you, discreetly tossing it into his spatial storage.

The dress is already halfway off your skin, he could easily tear them apart to replace them with a better, more expensive fabric but decided against it.

He sheds the clothing inch by inch, placing soft kisses and gentle nibbles to newly uncovered skin, leaving you breathless beneath him. Your scent flourished with your magic. It was electrifying. Intoxicating how your power seems to react so well with his.

Like you were meant to be.

Sitting back, he admired the divine artwork before him, embedding the sight into the walls of his brain. Your arms moved to cross over your breasts from his gaze making him reach down to entangle your fingers with his and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Don't hide from me. You look so pretty like this.”

With you finally revealed bare beneath him, he wasted no more time, leaning down to your cunt where your scent was stronger and licked.

Your flavour explodes on his tongue and he groans. Whether it was just your scent he’s tasting or your arousal he could care less, mouth latching onto your folds and tongue lolling on your erect bead as he sucked. His head buzzed, intoxicated by the fluctuating aroma surrounding him. He could die happy between your shuddering thighs threatening to close around his face, he didn’t mind it though, he can go on without breathing if only he could taste your sweet nectar.

Tasting you felt blasphemous, like he broke every heavenly rule there is by having you drip on his tongue. Sinful and outright disrespectful, and he loved it.

Heat ravaged his entire being alight, desire running rampant and restless under his skin. His fingers roamed your uncharted skin possessively, digging his fingers onto flesh and dragging them down, cupping and squeezing whatever he could reach while his mouth busied with your clit. Your hands grabbed at his head, fingers threading and entangling themselves onto his hair, confused whether to push him away or to tug him closer as you edged closer to the precipice of your high.

“I'm so close…! Jinnie please!”

With your back arched, hair laid around your head like a halo and chest glistening with sweat stuttering as you come to a close, skin illuminated by the soft lights of the room, Seokjin swore he has never seen a more beautiful sight than this.

His fangs ached once more.

“Fuck..! I’m gonna—”

He pulls away, teeth sinking into the plush of your thigh and your body seizes with pleasure, the ecstasy caused by his bite pushing you over.

Your blood is light and rich on his tongue, syrupy and honeyed, like the sweetest nectar found only in the garden of eden, the flavour heightened by your climax. Seokjin could taste the sugariness of your orgasm as if it was his own and he groaned. It was dizzying, the taste clogging his senses and stuffing cottons inside his mind as he took and took. He has never realised how hungry he was until he’s bitten into your skin.

His head swims, intoxicated by the raw magic in your blood entering his system, intertwining and entangling themselves into his own before boldly integrating with the flow of his power as if they've always been there. Energy buzzed under his fingers now erratically plunging and curling inside your cunt, further sweetening your blood as you edged between pleasure and pain from overstimulation.

Then in the midst of all the pleasure and nirvana, something clicks into place and he jerks awake from the haze.

Forcing himself to pull away, he almost black out as if he’s been taken off of life support—he feels like he did. Head blank and lightheaded, blood drunk. Even in his bleary state, he could feel it. An additional trace of your magic latching onto his own, a bond unconsciously made.

The uncomfortable stickiness in his boxers didn't go unnoticed and he buried his face into your thigh, blushing for no one in particular.

He cursed under his breath before pushing himself up and wishing you both into the comfortable clothing he had stocked up in his pocket dimension before taking his phone out of it, immediately greeted by the onslaught of text on his lock screen, all two hundred of them from his brothers who had no doubt felt the addition and his intense pleasure from feeding on you.

Normally, he'd be embarrassed by the thought of them knowing what he's been up to but there were more pressing matters to attend to.

For example, the bond formed without your consent and his.

There's panic and confusion swirling madly like a hurricane through the six other bonds. He forced calmness down the lines tethered to his magic before turning back to the issue at hand.

He might have to wake you up and inform you of what happened.

But when he looked up and found your eyes closed, most likely blacking out from the intensity of the unprecedented bonding and the overstimulation from a vampire's bite, he figured that he'd deal with it tomorrow. You looked peaceful and he found himself mirroring the same sentiment, exhaustion weighing his bones. He dragged himself up next to you, arms wrapping around your torso as if he has always been doing so.

There's still insistent tugs down the lines of his bond, demanding answers and the constant buzzing from his phone but that's for tomorrow's Seokjin’s problem to solve, for now, he closes his eyes.

For the first time that year, Seokjin sleeps and wakes from the most pleasant rest he's had in centuries only to end it abruptly when he wakes up with the other side of the bed empty and he freaks.

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“What the fuck do you mean you just left him?!”

“What the fuck was I supposed to do then?! If he's as high profile as you think, I don't think he'd appreciate waking up next to a one night stand!”

“Not all of them you—ARGH!”

Soomin groaned exasperatedly and loudly, folding over herself as she facepalms on the other armchair in your dorm's living room. Deeming it not dramatic enough, she grabs the pink throw pillow behind her and screams onto it.

Truth be told, leaving Jin earlier that morning placed a heavy weight on your heart. It felt so wrong to walk away from him, as if there's a string tying you to him and now it's pulled taut—which is a crazy statement to think about, there was no bonding ritual so how could you feel so dejected from closing the door behind you?

You have a couple of spare zeroes in your bank account now with bills paid and an expensive pair of black shoes already in transit for Soobin. Why would you be sad from leaving a one night stand?

You couldn't even believe you managed to bag someone that high in the social hierarchy. That party was a nightmare, walking in knowing all eyes would turn to you, all predatorial and hungry, it almost made you want to run back to your mother's arms. But you're an actress, theatre experience be damned if you weren't going to put on the greatest act of your life.

Fake till you make it, you always think and it led to you having the most earth shattering, blackout worthy orgasm as well as owning heaps of money.

Soomin has a different sentiment though, now standing up to crossover to where you sat across her before promptly hitting your body with the pillow.

“You're. So. Fucking. Stupid!” She screams like you had pissed and disrespected her ancestors’ grave, striking after each word. “That man might be Kim Seokjin from the most elusive clan in the world! Number one most sought bachelor and the country's most powerful sorcerer and you just walked away from him!”

“How could you be so sure it's him? All we got is a nickname.”

“His name is literally Jin which is short for Seokjin and he's a vampire wizard! You said he has a coven with a dragon? Well, guess what?! That dragon is Kim fucking Namjoon, another member of the Kim coven! That man is one of the richest in the fucking world and you just ditched his coven’s eldest!”

She swings for the last time and you weren't so fortunate the last few times—already letting down your guard when she began ranting—and it hits you square in the face. You groaned in pain, the zipper on the side of the pillow scratching your skin.

Soomin’s anger immediately dwindled as she realised her error and gasped, falling to her knees and hands already reaching to cup your face to check for visible marks, pillow left abandoned on the carpet.

“Can't be damaging the face that bagged the Kim coven.”

“No damage here.”

“Just my faith in your decision making skills. I mean,” she stands, now more subdued and more disappointed than angry, still you eyed the pillow warily. “You've been wearing yourself down to death for years not only for you but also your family. If you were taken into the Kim Clan, you wouldn't have to worry about money anymore.”

Despite being one of your closest and longest friends, there's always been a huge difference with how you both perceive money.

You're desperate for it, clawing and digging your hands bloody through the desolate desert for a chance of finding one small nugget to sustain your family while Soomin was familiar with it—she grew comfortably living in her parents’ spoils of years of hard work but never enough to buy the highest of quality items until her fiance came and suddenly, she had more than enough to spend for her luxury and you.

You strived and toiled for a smidge of stability whereas she revelled in anything life throws at her without worry because she has her parents to catch her if everything ever goes wrong.

She thinks of luxury as designer brands and ridiculously highly priced products that don't guarantee the greatest quality but you think of luxury as never having to worry about spending a cent over the designated budget for food shopping.

Even then, you loved her to the bone. Appreciated her like a sister from another mother.

“I can't afford to be distracted right now. I have a course to finish and a family to keep alive, I can't be hanging onto blind hope.”

Soomin's eyes softened, understanding and sighed. Turning around, she licked up the stray pillow before settling back into her chair and crossing her arms.

“I'm just… I just wanted you to be happier. It's a life mission of mine to make sure I won't die before seeing you living without stressing over details.”

“I know.”

“I love you, leaflet.”

You laugh and she smiles. “I love you too, queen.”

#bts x reader #bts x fem!reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #kim seokjin x reader #seokjin x reader #jin bts #kim seokjin #seokjin smut

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finelinevogue · 1 year ago

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ring shopping

summary - a tiny blurb about engagement ring shopping

word count - <500

pairing - boyfriend!harry x reader

“That’s literally £35,000, H!” You laughed at the ring Harry was pointing towards.

“And you’re worth more than £35,000, so what?”

“We’re not spending that much on a ring.” You shook your head.

You pulled on his hand that you were holding and tugged him across the pavement a little, towards the cheaper area of rings.

Harry reluctantly followed after you and stood close behind you as you looked into the jewellery shop window again.

“Baby, y’know money isn’t an issue.” Harry said quietly, his nose pressed against your hair as he spoke. You knew he did it just so he could re-smell your new shampoo that smells of strawberries.

“I don’t care. I don’t want to wear a ring that expensive every day.”

“Y’don’t want to wear your ring every day?” Harry asked.

You quickly turned your head around and up to face him, noticing the hurt look he sported. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked confused.

“No, no! Not like that at all. Of course I will wear my ring every day, H. I just wouldn’t feel comfortable wearing a ring like that expensive one every day in public. I’d be constantly worrying about it, plus that rock on it looks stupidly heavy.”

Harry went back to his normal smirking self. “Okay.” He nodded.

You turned back to the display cabinet and racked your eyes through the rows of rings.

“That one’s pretty.” You pointed out a small ring with a gold band and a tiny green emerald on the top. “What do you think?”

“I love it, if you do.” Harry replied, squeezing your hand in agreement.

“But, like, do you think–”

“Y/N, baby. It doesn’t matter what I want or think. This is your engagement ring. Pick, choose, design whatever you want.” Harry kissed your cheek, making you blush since you were in public and still hadn’t gotten used to PDA.

“I know, I just want you to love it too.” You shrugged.

“As long as I get to keep you forever, I’ll love whatever you love.”

“Then it’s that one. That’s the one I want.” You said pointing to the little green emerald ring.

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crystallinestars · 1 year ago

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How they choose an engagement ring for you

Short little headcanons (scenarios?) about how the boys go about picking the perfect engagement ring for you.

Features: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli, Ayato, Itto, Kaveh, and Alhaitham. Reader's gender isn't mentioned, but Ayato's part implies fem!reader.

🦉Diluc – The more time Diluc spent with you, his lover, the more sure he was that you are the one. He knows he wants to spend he rest of his life with you, and so he decides to ask you to marry him. But first, he must find the perfect engagement ring to convey his sincere feelings for you. The Ragnvindr family is of noble origins, and Diluc is no stranger to expensive and beautiful jewelry. He decides to have your ring custom-made to ensure it encompasses all your favorite design elements. Diluc wants it to appeal to your tastes as much as possible because he wants you to like it, and he’s more than willing to spend extra mora to achieve this. The engagement ring will look beautiful and feature a garnet as the centerpiece—specially requested by Diluc. Garnet symbolizes unconditional love and protection for one’s partner, and Diluc swears to love you unconditionally and keep you safe for as long as he lives, even if he doesn’t say it aloud. He takes a more traditional approach in asking you to marry him, first wining and dining you before taking you out to a scenic place. He’ll get down on one knee and show you the ring, finally asking the question. It will be one of the few moments in his life where he will bare his heart to you and leave himself vulnerable.

🦚Kaeya – He never thought he’d find someone he’d want to marry, but here he is, browsing through Marjorie’s selection of engagement rings out of drunken impulse. He imagines how each ring would look on your hand, taking into account whether you would like the style and color because he knows your preferences down to a science. Kaeya tells himself this isn’t that serious, it’s just a fun little ‘what-if’, but he sees the perfect ring he knows will look stunning on your hand, and the same drunken impulse makes him buy it. Kaeya considers returning the ring when he sobers up the following day, but something stops him. He keeps telling himself he’ll do it later, but that later never comes. Days turn to weeks, and week into months, and that ring still sits in its box in his pocket. He’s joked about marrying you plenty of times before as a form of flirting, but asking the real thing feels impossible to Kaeya. It’s not until you find the ring by pure accident and piece things together yourself that the impossible turns to reality. Kaeya will play it cool and try to make light of the situation, but internally he will be a nervous wreck. If you accept, he’ll be over the moon, but if you reject him, he’ll be crushed.

🐋Childe – Nothing is too expensive for Childe to afford, especially if it’s a gift for you. While picking out an engagement ring for you, he will focus more on the look and style of the accessory rather than the price. His main concern is finding something he thinks you will like and will look good on you; he’s literally not concerned about the price at all. Childe buys you a ring with a large gemstone in your favorite color and an engraving on the band about his undying love for you. The Harbinger loves spoiling you by giving you gifts since it’s one of his love languages, and to him, nothing speaks louder than an engagement ring of the highest quality money can afford. Plus, an extravagant and expensive-looking ring will clearly indicate to other men that you are taken and provided for. It’s both a show of love and a means to stake his claim. He’ll wine and dine you before posing the question and pulling out the ring. Childe will be visibly excited because he really wants to take your relationship to the next stage—he knows he wants a future with you, and he hopes you do too.

🔶Zhongli – Another man that’s not concerned about the price when purchasing you the ring (Hu Tao will chew him out for putting the bill on Wangsheng Funeral Parlor’s tab again). Zhongli has a very discerning eye when it comes to minerals and craftsmanship. He carefully appraises every ring on display, studying the quality of the metal in the band, the cut and polish of the gemstone, and the skillfulness of the craftsmanship. He will easily spot any flaws in the ring’s design or any fakes that a sneaky merchant might try to sell, so rest assured that you will receive a ring made of only top quality materials. He takes his time in selecting the perfect ring. His love for you is pure and true, and he wants the ring to reflect that. Anything less than the best won’t convey his feelings for you properly, or so he thinks. He’ll take you out for dinner first and then on a nice stroll around Liyue Harbor before asking the question and pulling out the ring, being very charming and polite as he does. He’s very calm about the whole thing, but will hide his disappointment if you say no.

🧋Ayato – After the passing of his parents, Ayato kept their wedding and engagement rings as a memento of sorts. The rings symbolized the loving bond between his parents, and he wanted to remember that. When Ayato developed a deep, intimate bond of his own with you, the thought of marrying you crossed his mind. He knew he could easily afford a high-quality, expensive engagement ring since he was the head of the Kamisato Clan, but he ended up choosing to give you his mother’s engagement ring. The passion and love that his father harbored when giving the ring to his mother are the same feelings Ayato feels towards you. In his mind, this engagement ring is the perfect physical representation of those feelings, and also a good way to welcome you into the Kamisato family. He would be slightly nervous about asking you to marry him, but he would hide his nervousness well. He truly wants to form a family with you, but he’s aware being the spouse to the Kamisato Clan head will come with it’s fair share of responsibilities, and he will understand if you choose to reject him. But if you accept, then Ayato hopes to use his parents’ old wedding rings during your marriage ceremony too.

🐂Itto – It is well known that Itto barely has a single mora to his name. The man can barely afford to buy food much less an engagement ring. Itto thought about giving you a cheap imitation of one, or crafting one out of flowers because it’s the thought that counts, right? But after some thought, he decides that no, he wants to get you a proper ring to show you how serious he is about wanting to marry you. With his mind made up, Itto will work hard to earn money by taking on various odd jobs. He can’t hold down a single job for long, but for the sake of your ring, he tries. It takes the oni a long time to scrounge up the necessary money because he will turn down any help from his gang members. He wants to obtain the ring through his own effort and nobody else’s. Itto won’t be able to afford a fancy ring with the money he saves up, so expect it to look simple but tasteful (thank Shinobu later for helping Itto choose a nice ring for you and avoid getting scammed). His proposal will be public and flashy, but he’d be really nervous about asking you to marry him, even dropping the ring and almost losing it because of his nerves, but rest assured you will receive it.

🍷Kaveh – The architect is very picky when it comes to choosing you gifts, more so this time since it’s an engagement ring to you from him. Kaveh went to a local jeweler to look at their selection of engagement rings, but he wasn’t satisfied with anything they had. This ring’s jewel is the wrong size, that ring’s metal is the wrong shade, and this one’s design isn’t pretty enough for your likeness. Disappointed, Kaveh decides that he will make you the perfect engagement ring himself. He takes weeks to design it, filling his sketchbooks with sketches of potential designs and crossing off failed attempts before he finally settles on one he thinks will look perfect on your hand. When the time comes to craft it, Kaveh buys only the best quality materials, taking on more commissions to be able to afford them. He works on the ring in his spare time, being careful to ensure every aspect of it looks as perfect as his artistic skills will allow. Once its finally finished, Kaveh feels proud of himself, confident that his ring will be one of the most beautiful pieces of jewelry you will ever see—and it honestly is. Even so, he’s still nervous about actually popping the question and giving it to you. When he finally works up the courage, he will take you out on a super romantic date that’s been planned down to every detail. The only unpredictable part about it will be your response to his proposal.

🎧Alhaitham – He’s not exactly frugal when it comes to buying things he likes or thinks are necessary, but he won’t buy you a super expensive engagement ring. In fact, he will get you a simple silver ring with minimal decoration. Haitham prioritizes function over fashion. He doesn’t see a point in giving you an extravagant and flashy ring that would probably hinder you in your daily activities when a simple ring will serve the exact same purpose and be less bothersome. But just because it doesn’t look extravagant doesn’t mean it’s cheap. Oh no, Haitham makes sure the metal is the real deal and made by a professional craftsman. He understands this would be a big step in your relationship, and he wants the ring to convey the seriousness of his feelings for you. The Scribe also won’t make a fanfare out of gifting it to you, he will simply pose the question during a calm and private moment between the two of you. He won’t show any nervousness or excitement on his face, and will be very understanding if you refuse but a part of him does hope you will agree. Haitham seldom likes to spend his time in the company of others, so for him to want you to be a permanent part of his life speaks volumes to how much he loves you. Not having you be a part of his life would certainly leave a mark on him.

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sandara-and-coco · 1 year ago

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₊˚⊹⋆ Howdy there! It’s finally time for Sandrock's final release yay ₊˚⊹⋆

To celebrate this special occasion Sandara pulled off her jewelry making skills to prepare some unique rings for every sandrocker who wishes to propose to their soulmate ! So without further, here's a little story behind each design,

Qi - Sended an intriguing blueprint to Sandara with complex symbols and diagrams…He assured her that it meant something important to his soulmate so she craved the coded message in precious silver with care. Even if she didn’t get Qi special love language as usual she was sure his loved one would get it ;)

Owen - Our favorite bartender showed an intricate design to Sandara, a delicate pattern almost the same as his own parents' engagement ring. Like the gilding flowers on the cover of a fine book he wished to give his lover the beginning of the story they were about to write together in this life.

Fang - The swan holding a special meaning to him Fang requested Sandara to make his ring the shape of that gracious animal to seal his promise to love and cherish his dearest one forever.

Ernest - Came by with this big and expensive pearl that got a special meaning to him asking Sandara if she could add it to his ring. The pearl symbol of his loyalty and love was carefully placed on the gold ring, the initials of his name and his lover one engraved on the inside.

Pablo - He made a special request to Sandara in search of the most colorful metal they could find for his ring in which bismuth mineral was perfect! Showing how bright and full of all the colors of this world his love was for his chosen one.

Arvio - Insisting on getting the most fine materials Arvio asked for a special ring. He showed Sandara a rare sand flower from Baranarok symbolizing hope and renewal inspiring the shape of that jewel meant to bond him and his other half forever.

Miguel - Requested a rather simple but very elegant ring, made with pale gold with a single diamond to show the purity of his love for his chosen one.

Burgess - Asked for something extra special to convey all his will to live in happiness and kindness with his soulmate. The yellow diamond he chose shining in the center of his ring radiating like the sun all his love.

Pen - In secret Pen demanded the most powerful ring Sandara could make to give his special one great strength and power he’s all for. However he never delivered it himself…

Unsuur - While admiring his collection Unsuur couldn't choose which gem was more fitting so he brought them all to Sandara to make a special ring! (even adding a few shards Wilson lost to make the base of his special ring ;)

Justice - Wanted a pretty ring that still felt like him so Sandara took great care at bringing out Justice strong will and honesty toward his most precious one with this silver and copper ring.

Logan - The only one Sandara didn’t made because well Logan made it himself for his special one! On late hunt nights he sat by the fire and carefully carved this ring in bones with the will to give his loved one something he made with all his heart.

This isn’t much but I hope everyone will have much fun playing and living wonderful adventures with Sandrockers friendly as romantic ones ! As I used to study jewelry making it was very much fun to do and fitting hc that Sandara would make them for the town folks !

It’s been already one year that I have being in this fandom and so so grateful for everything it brought me and the wonderful people it allowed me to meet ♡

I’m currently working on the girl next and some custom ones for my fellow builders who helped me with the designs ◇

₊˚⊹⋆ Happy Sandrock day ! Wish you all the best and see you soon to continue this journey together ₊˚⊹⋆

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glaciertea · 2 months ago

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Masterlist here

Tales the Songs Weave

Bonus: Honeymoon

Notes: Something I wanted to do as my brain wouldn't leave me alone about it. A nice wedding as reader now becomes Mrs. O'Hara~

CW: Wedding day shenanigans and a slightly nervous reader and Miguel.

Bonus One: You Slow Down Time, in Your Golden Hour

Word count: 6.4K

You stared into the full-body mirror, nervousness, happiness, and other raging emotions swirling within. You never felt like this, but here you, trying not to sweat your pits as Ronnie turned you over to look at her.

“Careful, I don't want to stick you.” She muttered, sewing a small tear right on the side of your dress.

“I'm sorry, Ronnie. I didn't mean to zone out on you.”

She waved her hand, digging through a sewing kit and getting right to work. “Nah, don't be. It's a big day for you. I don't blame you for being all up in the clouds and jittery.”

You reared your head back at the mirror and beamed harder. You couldn't believe this momentous event was happening; you simply couldn't.

You were getting married.

You were getting married to your star, your forever, your everything: Miguel O'Hara.

Twisting the engagement ring, you peered at the shining stone. Ronnie grinned, finishing up the last final touches on it. “And here we are.”

Staring at yours and Ronnie's reflection, you both dawned the same sparkling smile, eyeing the dress in admiration. The dress was beautiful. The flowing skirt embroidered with tiny stars and daisies, the slight puffy sleeves, the V-neck showing just a bit of cleavage.

It was wonderful, considering that it is an expensive dress as well.

Ronnie was given this dress by some model who, in a pretentious manner, gave it away along with other clothing because ‘she didn't want to be caught dead with them.’

When Ronnie did research, the clothes were worth tens of thousands of dollars, having her to hoard them away from the public eye.

“But now, since this is technically a very special occasion, I want you to wear and have this.”

You recalled denying her over and over. You couldn't accept a very extravagant item, especially if it was one of her most prized possessions. Yet Ronnie's persistence refused to give in.

She badgered you and even got Miguel to jump on the bandwagon when he saw how it complimented your figure. Even taking notes on the little designs adorning it.

You did give in by the third week, when Ronnie was standing in front of your apartment one morning holding the dress up to her chest. You were grateful for Miguel being up that early, or you would've tossed her out of your window. She threatened to sneak in and put the damn thing on in your sleep, and you didn't want to take her up on that offer.

Then you got an actual good look, and the rest was history.

“Doing okay?”

“Hm? Uh, yes. Think the jitters are getting to me.” You raised your arms when Ronnie instructed you to do so.

“You're not planning on trying to pull a runaway bride on us, are you now?” She inspected for any other tears or loose strings. “Because if you are, let me come. I don't want to be there when Miguel inevitably freaks out more than usual... Or maybe I'll have Peter record it.”

You couldn't say you were baffled by your friend's train of thoughts, but it still never managed to have you taken aback because of how thoughts chugs along up there.

“No, Ronnie. Besides, my body wouldn't even take two steps before I'm sprinting right back to the altar. I love that man too much, and cold feet aren't an option.”

“That man does seem to have a magnetic pull.” She pinned a part and placed her hands on her hips. “And there we go. You are all ready to go.”

“I'm getting married, holy shit, I'm getting married, Ronnie. What the fuck, what the fuck? Are they ready? Is he ready? Please tell me I have more time to get my shit in order.”

Your boss pulled out her phone before swatting your hand away from your hair, scolding you for trying to mess it up. “I worked on that.” She punched in several numbers, and you listened to the phone ring.

“Do you think he's nervous? Or is it just me? I think it's only me; it has to be me? Right, right?” You crossed your arms and tapped your foot rapidly. “What if he's calm and I'm the nervous one? It's only me!” You started to pace the room, fanning yourself to not get overly sweaty.

After the fourth ring, someone picked up, and Ronnie heard shuffling, then a frantic voice speaking in Spanish at a hundred words per second in the background.

“Calm- Miguel, calm down; it's—yes, I know... No, she won't have cold—go, go sit down! Just relax. Hi, Ronnie. Is she ready to go?” Peter's held a strain in his tone as Miguel continued panicking in the back.

“About to ask you the same thing. Is he freaking out as much as she is?” Ronnie looked at your worn state, then back at her phone.

“I'm trying to get him to calm down. He said he's scared if she gets cold feet or if he gets it. I told him he would turn and run straight back to the altar if he tried to do a runaway groom. And he agreed.”

Ronnie snickered and sighed out. “Sounds about right. But she's ready; they're both wrecks, so that means they're good to go.”

“I don't think that means they are ready, Ronnie.”

“They are. Find a way to get him in the car, and we will see you two in five.” She hung as Peter tried to sputter one more thing, but Ronnie wasn't having you and Miguel drag this day on.

“What did he say? He's not ready? Good, grand, I get to relax here for a bit longer.”

“Nope, he's ready. Let's go.”

You and Ronnie had a showdown. You were wanting to do this, but there was something gnawing at your skin and bones. You couldn't figure out why you were so anxious. Leading up to this day was all fine and dandy. Everything was in order, and you both agreed on how the day would go with relative ease.

Like how you both originally wanted to do a Catholic ceremony, but you didn't necessarily have the right resources. With your mother and father watching the celebration by phone, due to your father's chronic fear of flying, you two didn't really want to go through all those steps. When Miguel explained the steps, your head was caught in a whirlwind, and even with your own research on how to minimize it, it made your head throb. So you settled on simple vows and allowed the officiant to do their thing.

And the guest list was a breeze to make, even if you both knew the consequences. It made sense for Peter to be the best man and Ronnie to be your maid of honor. You didn't mind Peter's wife tagging along too; you both needed some balance between the two. Short and simple. The way you two wanted it.

Then the next thing you slightly dreaded: your mom and dad.

When you announced the news to your parents about the engagement, they immediately video called wanting to interrogate Miguel. You tried to prevent any form of physical call, only wanting to stick to messages, but Miguel eased you to the idea that talking to them would've been a better option. You did give in, but it was an immediate regret.

“Why are you so big? Do you do steroids?”

“What the hell, dad?”

“Don't talk to your father that way. Now, what's your income salary?”

“Mom!”

“What? I need to make sure he can provide.”

“Occupation?” Your dad stepped more into frame.

“I'm, uh, I'm retired, sir.”

“Doesn't answer my question.”

“Geneticist, sir.”

“Yeah, I don't like him. No scientist needs to be that built.”

“I just searched how much a geneticist could make, and he's retired at a young age? He's good-looking man, smart, and in shape? Good pick. I like him. When are you having children? Keep him because I want beautiful grandbabies!”

You wanted to evaporate into the air.

“You like him for all the wrong reasons. What are your intentions with my daughter? Do you want kids? Where did you meet her? What are your political thoughts? How much has she told you about us? Why haven't you called us to tell us you've been seeing this man-?”

You hung up and slumped your body on the table.

“Now I see why you only message them instead of calling.”

You gave it a few more days for them to settle down, and it helped. It didn't take long for your mom to love him, to the point where she preferred to talk to him more than you. Your dad did eventually warm up to him, more so when he learned that Miguel was actively trying to seek out your brother to surprise you at the wedding. Your dad accidentally let it slip a couple days before the wedding, stating Miguel is now his new son and how Barkley was a coward for hiding away.

Miguel confessed that he was struggling to find him; even with his old fancy HQ gizmo, it was as if he never even existed. He did feel undoubtedly terrible, and you hugged him, thanking him a million times for going out of his way for a surprise that would've been amazing.

To help bring the mood back up, you treated him to his favorite restaurant and then came back to the apartment and proceeded to ride him until you both were seeing stars.

Needless to say, you pushed everything to the back of your brain to solely focus on Miguel, the wedding, and nothing else.

Everything was running smoothly, minus MJ not being able to show up due to catching a virus, so there wasn't going to be any middleman that you and Miguel craved. And Ronnie wasn't helping by forcibly dragging you out to the car. The glimpses of passersby didn't help as Ronnie gave them all a thumbs-up that this wasn't a kidnapping, and you were safe before gently shoved you in the passenger side. Your leg bounced the vehicle, wishing that the botanical garden was halfway across Nueva York.

“You're going to tilt the car if you keep moving your leg like that.” She slid in and started up the engine and pulled off the curb.

“I'm sorry, Ronnie. I don't know why I'm feeling this way.”

“Marriage is a big thing. Committing your life to someone who is willing to go through the ups and downs with you and vice versa. Well, unless you're my cousin.”

Your face bunched up at that. “Why do you say that?”

“She's been married about seven times in the span of five years. She was more worried about the weddings than the actual guy she was getting with.” Ronnie said. “Always keeping up with her needs, barely inputting what the man may want. Every time you saw the groom, they always seemed so dead, tuned out, or going along with it to prevent her from blowing up over the simplest of issues. Kind of sad, so seeing someone excited to be with the person they truly love is refreshing.”

Your lips curled upwards. It was joy that was amplifying all those emotions that were raging inside. The one that was outshining the rest.

Ronnie parked and hopped out of the car and dashed to your side and opened it for you. She moved her head around like a vulture, scoping out for the others. Only a few cars preoccupied the other spaces, but she didn’t see the car Peter was taking. You stepped out with her help and pointed out that the officiant was here.

“Hey, we got fifty percent. I see that as an absolute success so far.” Ronnie took your hand, and you two made your way under the pergolas. “You know this would be a gorgeous shot.”

“I'll make sure to tell Peter. I hope he remembered to bring his camera.” When scouring for a photographer, you learned that Peter was one, and he recommended himself to do all the pictures and photo edits.

You accepted his offer but didn't know how the payment was going to work with him being from another dimension. You questioned if it was like another country where you could exchange your currency for theirs. Or if future money would affect the past. They assured you that it should be okay, and if it doesn't, you and Miguel would pay in babysitting Mayday.

“Where the heck are Peter and Miguel? I swear if he did do a ‘runaway groom,’ I'm going back for my bat!”

You had to pause and grab her by the shoulders to not freak yourself out. “Ronnie,” you began through a tightened jaw and forced smile. “Let's go in and meet the officiant. Remember, if one of us shows up first, we can quickly make sure things are in order. Two, Ronnie. Please. Don't.”

The woman was a bit shaken by your calm yet frightening demeanor. She nodded her head, taking the time to realize stressing you out wasn't the best idea. You continued on as she watched you pull your phone out and dial for your parents. You were immediately met with bombarding questions and what took you so long to call. Your eye spasms, and you were forced to give them a stern talking and practically told them to behave themselves, or you will have Ronnie keep them silent throughout the entire ceremony.

You greeted the officiant, who was settled on one of the splattered painted benches. She thankfully gave an update that Miguel and Peter were on the way, leading you and Ronnie to the entryway to get checked in. There was an employee there if anything went awry or you simply needed help.

“I need to freshen up, please. Ronnie, stay here if they come. Can you show me where your restrooms are?” Your hands fidgeted with the puffs on your sleeves. The officiant decided to go with you in case you needed more assistance.

Ronnie mingled with your parents, her and your mom squealing how you were marrying a “hunky hottie,” while your father didn't make a peep. Ronnie's phone vibrated in her back pocket. She grabbed it and cupped the screen. It was Peter. She excused herself from your mom and dad and muted them so they wouldn't start raising questions on why the groom isn't there yet.

“Where the hell are you two?” Ronnie hissed.

“We're in the parking lot. Had to help Miguel from sweating up his dress shirt too much.” There were two doors being shut. “Where is she? Is everyone here and ready?”

“Yes, now hurry up—you slow bastards!” Ronnie hung up and hurriedly called the officiant to make her way back.

When she got there, your boss handed the phone to the officiant and made her way to where you and the employee were.

“Can I talk to her alone, please?” You smiled at the employee.

“Of course.” They shuffled out of the restrooms and into the outside.

“Letting you know now, I'm not afraid to tackle you down if you try to run.” Ronnie checked behind to make sure the counter was dry and leaned on it.

“Did you manage to get a glimpse of him?” You peered at your reflection, giving yourself a final inspection, inside and out.

“Nope. I think I was making my way here when they came in.” She inched over and rested her hand on your shoulder. “You look lovely, by the way.”

The corner of your lips quivered up. “Thank you, Ronnie.”

“Of course.” She laced her arms around your torso, weary about not wrinkling your dress. “You know I have a sixth sense?”

You huffed a laugh. “Do you now?”

“I sure do. And it's saying that life with him will be a path that's full of wonder and wander. Full of winding and unwinding roads. You know all that good crap.”

“I wouldn't say it like that.”

“And you're going to march down to that archway, talk about how much you mean to one another, and get married.”

“I was going to do that from the start; it was never going to change, Ronnie.” You scrunch your face. “Was this a motivational pep talk?”

“In a way. I was buying time so they could get into position.”

You sighed out, ready to touch your hair to relax, when Ronnie smacked your hand away from it once more. One more look at the mirror, and you dazed into your own eyes, then smiled.

“Okay, I'm ready.” You linked arms with Ronnie and headed out to a welcoming sunbeam.

Miguel was steeled to the ground. His palms were sweaty, but he didn't want to wipe them. He eyed Peter, who gave him a thumbs-up, and then the officiant, who simply offered a smile.

The flowers decorating the arch were the same from the first time he shared a kiss with you. He fiddled with the marigold pinned to his shirt and made sure it was not damaged. Checking in the direction you were supposed to come, his mind drifted to subconscious thoughts, praying that nothing was off or if his breath smelled (he made sure to brush and gargle three times).

Before he could go any deeper, you and Ronnie emerged in full view.

Miguel couldn't breathe. He stared as you made your way to the archway, the sun, and the flowers, always adding on to your already mesmerizing glow. Every step was elegant, and his heart pounded the closer you got to him. There was no one else in the world besides him and you.

You didn't want to seize up, but Miguel in his suit and the floral around him brought you back to the first time you ever came here. The first time he was open with you, the first time you shared your kiss. The start to where you are now.

Extending his hand, you happily took it and drifted as close to him as you possibly were able to. You saw Ronnie take back your phone and make her way over to her side with a skip in step. Taking his free hand, you rubbed the back of it to soothe you both. “You got this. Lo conseguimos.”

“Gracias, mi Luna.”

“You two ready?” the officiant asked.

You signaled for her to begin.

“We are gathered here today on this lovely day, surrounded by one of nature's many beauties of the earth, to celebrate the love and the bringing unity of Miguel and Y/n.”

Miguel felt his eye twitch and wiped at it before going to the other.

You tried to stop the tears from leaking, but they did anyway. Time was slowing down, the officiant's words getting lost and fading into the back. It was only him.

“Eres hermosa.” Miguel mouthed.

“Eres hermoso.” You mouthed back.

The shared fondness ran deep. You wanted to stroke his face, so you squeezed his hands tighter. Miguel didn't want to wear his sunglasses because he wanted you to see every emotion. You didn't want him to strain himself, but he was insistent. With that, you checked the weather almost every day for a partly cloudy day to wed on.

You gazed up to a perfect blend of the sky blue and the white fluff lazily covering the sky from time to time.

You zoned back in when the officiant began the declaration.

“I would say take each other's hands, but you both already have that filled.” The officiant cheesed. “Now, do you promise to choose each other every day, to love each other in word and feed?”

“We do.” You and Miguel nod.

“Do you promise to recognize one another as equals and support one another in your goals and wishes for the future?”

“We do.”

“Do you promise to always share your thoughts, feelings, and concerns with the other and be open and honest at all times?”

“That means no ‘thinking’ you're okay or insisting. You have that habit.” Ronnie sputtered out before pressing her lips into a thin line when all eyes were on her. “Uh, sorry. Pretend I didn't say anything.”

You huffed out a strong gust of wind and shook your head at your friend. Miguel chuckled and stole a quick kiss on your temple. “I'm here for you.”

“I know, thank you.” You grinned, and you both proudly said, “We do.”

“Miguel, you may now share your vow.”

“Mi Luna, where do I begin?” He shook your hands. “When you came into my life, it was something I never was expecting; it was a path that I thought I couldn't cross, and yet you proved it otherwise. When you allowed me to open up and gave me that space to be myself, it was all so unfamiliar. But whenever the sun and moon drifted into the horizon and the skies, or were hidden by the weeping clouds, you were there with your compassion and understanding.

You made each day feel simplistic; each minute I am around you is an eternity of peace and love that I never want to end. Thank you. Thank you for giving me a chance to want to learn and grow; thank you for showing that there are people who want to be by my side,” he paused to acknowledge Peter, Ronnie, and the direction of the HQ. “That there have always been others who have been there.”

You brushed the corner of your eye, trying not to smear your makeup.

“Mi Luna, mi corazón, mi vida. Thank you for letting the marigolds and lavender pop up. Thank you for showing me these connections and values that lie beneath, waiting to grow. Te amo y nada cambiará eso jamás.”

The officiant gave you the say to recite your vow.

“You big, loveable oaf.” You laughed and sniffled. “That night we crossed paths; I wouldn't have known what was going to happen. I had days of questioning and wondering, asking myself, ‘Is all this real? Is this amazing man before me actually real?’ And yet, the more and more we got to know each other, the more I felt like I've known you for most of my life. I thought of the future with you. I want one with you. You bring in this tenderness and sentiments that always bring these connections whenever you're around.

“The day you asked me to be your wife was a dream that fell from the light. I had to stop myself from pinching myself because if it were a dream, I wouldn't want to wake from it.”

The night he proposed is something that'll forever have a fond place in your memories.

He brought you to the park after cooking up some cinnamon waffles and playing one of the early albums you got for him. He insisted it was only for nostalgic purposes and that he only wanted to do it on the fly. You held your suspicion, and it didn't ease it when he took you out to the botanical garden and the restaurant you first ate at for dinner. You probed him with question after question until Miguel had you relax. Giving in, you leisurely went along and enjoyed the rest of the evening.

The last stop was the park. The moon was out, and a few stars were stagnant in the sky. You sat on a bench and snuggled up next to one another, loving each other's presence when Miguel made you close your eyes. He stopped you from interrogating and had you comply. You listened out for any sounds when Miguel's voice sounded far away.

He sat across the other bench and stared right at you with those hypnotic eyes. You laughed and pointed to your own and uttered, “Crimson?”

He smiled and placed his hands in his pockets before making his way to you. He stood there for a few seconds, the orange from the streetlights and the ivory moon competing to be his spotlight. And that's when he got on one knee, and you immediately started to sob. You couldn't recall the speech (he had to retell it when you had to sedate your mind), but you remember saying ‘yes’ repeatedly.

“I love you, mi Estrella. I want to walk on that path with you. Even if it gives us twists and turns, I want to remain by your side through it all.” Your hands were getting wet, but neither of you cared.

“You have shared your vows, the promises and love that will still flourish and blossom onwards. We witness and bless your vows for the lifetime of your marriage. May I have the rings?” The officiant turned to Peter, who handed them to her. “Thank you.”

She gave you and Miguel the rings and eyed the etched crescent moon on the inside. And on his was a star. The officiant gave the ring exchange speech to be repeated. You noticed his hand trembled when you looked up to see tears rolling down from his cheeks. Even if it was tiny, the smile was radiating, and you couldn't help but return your own beaming one, drops streaming down to your chin.

“I, Miguel, give you, Y/n, this ring as a symbol of my love, my faith, in our strength together, and my covenant to learn and grow with you.” He placed the ring on your finger, fighting the urge to kiss your hand.

The officiant looked at you and had you recite.

“I, Y/n, give you, Miguel, this ring as a symbol of my love, my faith, in our strength together, and my covenant to learn and grow with you.” You slipped it on and gave a quick peck to his ring finger. “I'm sorry. I, uh, I couldn't control myself.” You tittered.

“That's okay.” The officiant winked. “Before these witnesses, you both have sealed your pledge with these rings. By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife; you may now kiss the- oh.”

Miguel swept you off your feet into a kiss that he put his all into. The sun warmed your skin, and so did Miguel. Your hands grazed his cheekbones, his nose, whatever your thumbs could touch.

You were officially married, and the butterflies fluttered inside.

Going to sign your name on the certificate, you caught Miguel staring keenly at the paper.

“Mi Estrella? ¿Estás bien?”

“Yeah, I'm just... in disbelief I get to have someone as you as my wife. That I get to have this chance at a better life.”

“Of course you deserve it, Mi Estrella. And I will never stress that enough.” You scratch his back when Ronnie yells for you to come over.

“You have other people to blab to.” She hoisted the phone to your face, to your mother gleaming in the camera and your father having a fixed glare.

“We are so proud of you!” Your mom clapped before shoving the phone in your dad's face. “Stop looking like that! You'll add more damn ridiculous than what you need. Say something to our daughter.”

“I'm glad that you are my son. Visit. Soon.” You knew that was more of a demand than a request.

Miguel draped his arm over your shoulders and pulled you in closer. “Thank you. And we will, we promise.”

“Come on, you lovebirds. Let's get some pictures!” Peter waved his camera around, and Ronnie clapped her hands.

Peter had you two posing around the garden. He was really good at it, having you both feel relaxed and natural surrounded by nature's landscape. The officiant even took group photos of you four, and Ronnie had taken many bad selfish or gorgeous off-guard ones; there was never an in-between with her. You were given the opportunity to freely roam the garden and reminisce about the beauty when you first came here.

You didn't think it was possible for your heart to swell more, but it was proven.

“I'm proud of you, you know?” Peter patted Miguel's back. “Still ways to go, but you'll get there. Especially with her on your side.”

They glanced over at you and Ronnie chattering away with the officiant, and Miguel was in awe at you. You always managed to hold a presence that made others feel warm, even if you weren't trying.

“Thank you, Peter. Thank you.”

The three flocked to Peter and Miguel, and you immediately shuffled over to Miguel's side and held his hand.

“So, we're getting food, right?” Ronnie patted her stomach loudly. “Because I can go for something right about now.”

“We did book a small section for the Asian street food restaurant.” You chimed in. “Would you like to join us? It'll be on us.” You asked the officiant.

“I would love to join, but I have another wedding to head to tonight. And I'm going to need all the rest for that one. But thank you for the offer. I wish you two nothing but these best.”

You all said your farewells to her, thanking her one final time, and watched her leave.

“Alrighty. Any more pictures you guys want to take?” Peter held up his camera.

You shook your heads in unison, your own stomach growling, indicating you're ready to chow down. You all made your way to the cars and down to the restaurant. Being greeted and checking in, you four were seated in a private booth area with barely any noise from the rest of the establishment.

Ordering an array of foods to share, Ronnie recommended for everyone to order a drink to make a toast for you and Miguel. You agreed and got a nice fruit cocktail, and Miguel stuck to a simple glass of red wine.

“This is the part where Peter and I give our thoughts and stuff.” Ronnie raised one of her rounds of shots filled with sake. “I'm going first, so Peter, you have to try and find a way to follow mine up.” She downed the drink and wiped her lips.

“I admire you both. The dedication you give to each other is insane. The way you two interact makes it seem like you have already been together for so damn long. I will never forget the day you walked into my little shop; you were so uncomfortable as hell.”

“You ogled at me for almost a minute.” Miguel piped up.

“She did what?” You almost gave yourself a crick in your neck to look at Ronnie.

“But the moment my great employee, my amazing friend, came up to the front, I could immediately tell how smitten you were for her.” Ronnie grabs another shot. “Even though you were wearing your sunglasses, you didn't need to see to know. Then, as the days went by, the further love between you was wild. You two made each other comfortable and wanted. An absolute.” She downs the drink.

“Basically, what I'm trying to say is, you two are in love, and no matter what you'll face, no matter how big or little, or how the outcomes may come out, you will see the light within each other.” Another glass.

Your heart fluttered, and Miguel reached for your hand. “Ronnie, thank you; that was beautiful. You're going to make me cry.” You had to get a napkin to dab at the corners of your eyes.

“Thanks. Cause I certainly know there will be lights being seen on your honeymo-”

“And now it's my turn. Certainly don't know how I could top that, Ronnie.” Peter shakenly laughed. “I'll try to make it short and sweet, because I'm starving.” He bought his wine glass close to his face.

“Miguel, I could talk about the first time you let it slip about missy over here or how you were freaking out on what date to take her on.”

You giggled at that and nudged the abashed man.

“But I'm going to say what I haven't said before: you are making your future with a person you love; continue to write your story and look back whenever you need that pick me up.” He tilted the glass toward you. “And I know you're going to let him tell his story, one page at a time. I'm so proud of you, and I will never stress that enough.”

“Gracias, Peter. Gracias Ronnie.” Miguel said.

“Thank you two for being here for us.” You added in and beamed.

Clinking your drinks together, the first round of food was brought out, and you guys began to chow down. You and Ronnie watched in astonishment with how much Peter and Miguel tore into the meals; even a couple of staff members were wide-eyed. Peter stayed until desert, heading back home to not keep his sick wife and child abandoned too long. Bringing you both in a bear hug, you said your goodbyes when you had to excuse yourself to answer a phone call from your parents.

Miguel kept his eyes on your figure when something jostled him out of it.

“Heya, business partner.” Ronnie plopped right by Miguel, checking to make sure you were out of earshot. “How is he doing?”

Miguel gave a side glance and leaned back with his arms crossed. “I'm not even going to entertain what you're about to say.”

Ronnie gave a hardy laugh and pretended to wipe some tears away. “Miggy, Miggy, Miggy, always the ones with the great jokes.” She sighed out and patted his back.

The man creased his brows at your friend. He still doesn't understand how you two get along, but he tries not to question it. He decided to wait and see what she had up her sleeve for her to be acting this way.

“Yes, Ronnie?”

The woman cleared her throat and sat up straight. “Right, no need to butter you up; you're happy and married to the love of your life, my girl. You know, Y/n.”

Now Miguel was severely lost. He had no idea where she was heading, and frankly, it frightened him some. Anything was possible when it came to Ronnie, but he was going to give that ear.

“Ronnie?”

“Okay, for real, jumping to the chase.” She sipped her cocktail and smacked her lips. “I saw the way your eye twitched when the officiant said her name. Like, sort of, how should I say? Realization?”

Miguel had to keep his composure. He swore he played it off well. “I was trying not to get too teary-eyed from the start.” To Miguel, that sounded like a reasonable explanation; no need to go further into details. And yet, he knew this was Ronnie he was dealing with.

“Okay. Fair.”

He was shocked; it actually worked for her.

“So why the hell were you looking at the certificate with a thousand-yard stare? And don't tell me it was because you were in awe and got to marry her.”

He blinked.

“Yeah. I overheard that. So tell me… why?”

Miguel was begging you to come back any minute. He was in a frenzy, needing to find some sort of new response. No matter what he pulled out, they all were ridiculous. A voice being cleared jolted him back into reality.

There he was met with a very smug Ronnie.

“You never knew her name.”

Miguel didn't say a word. The silence screamed out, and that's when she slapped the table.

“I knew it! It made sense why you would never say her name. I thought it was this endearing thing with the nickname, but no! That was never the case.” Ronnie glanced back and went right back to Miguel.

He was embarrassed. His face hidden behind his face in full fledged shame. “Do not tell her. I'll never be able to live it down if she finds it.”

“Oh my God, holy hell. You went through hell and back; you're living with her; you put a ring on it, and you never once bothered to try and learn her fucking name?”

“Ronnie, por favor! I beg of you, please don't bring it up.” His voice was at the lowest it could go; his cheeks flushed.

“Oh, I won't.” Ronnie said.

Miguel exhaled greatly and leaned back in the booth. “Gracias, Ronnie. I feel like an idiot for never bothering to learn. No puedo creer que realmente hi-”

“Unless you do something for me.” She folded her hands on the table.

“I should've known. I should've known better.” Miguel mumbled and dragged his hands down his face and sighed loudly. “Are you seriously about to blackmail me? You know that's illegal.”

“You call it blackmailing; I call it investing in a long-term business.” She swept her hand in the air, stars in her eyes.

Miguel wondered if it wouldn't be too bad if you knew he didn't exactly learn your name. He started to weigh the pros and cons when Ronnie tapped the table.

“I will give details on what I would like in return soon enough. I do want you to enjoy your day with your lovely wife.” She gestured to you strolling back in with a giant grin and sparks when you saw Miguel.

“So what were you two chatting about?” You slid next to Miguel and snuggled your body on his.

“How good the meal was and how you two are very much made for each other.”

You were slightly lost, but chalked it up to Ronnie being Ronnie. After leaving the restaurant and Ronnie stealing one more photo of you two on her phone, she drove you two back to your apartment, where you and Miguel slumped on the couch.

“So, Mr. O'Hara?” You scooted over to him.

“Yes, Mrs. O'Hara?” He wrapped his arm around you.

“How about we get out of these clothes?”

“Mhm.”

“Take a nice, long, steamy shower.” You rubbed his chest.

“Mhm?” He took your hands and kissed them.

“And get some rest?”

“Yes, please. Having to endure Peter and Ronnie's nonsense was a lot,” he smiled and put his lips to your ring. “But I would do it over and over, knowing I would get to marry my moon and relive this day.”

“Wouldn't you rather do it once so we can make new memories for the future?”

He chuckled. “Is that your way of saying you wouldn't want to be stuck in that loop?”

“... Maybe.” You gave a cheesy smile and leaned in to kiss him. “I love you dearly, mi Estrella.”

“Y te amaré por siempre, mi Luna.”

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l0v3tast3 · 1 year ago

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*Peeks into the ask box* Hey, I got a request.

How would the 141 propose to their partner?

ARIZONA THIS IS THE CUTEST ASK EVER I LOVE YOU. this was so sweet to write i loved this so so much thank you lovely!!! ＼(≧▽≦)／

✎ tags: gn!reader, uber amounts of fluff !!

✎ word count: 1.2k words (not proofread)

masterlist | requests are open!

♡ simon "ghost" riley — simon proposes to you quietly, in the privacy of your bed, swaddled in blankets together while you lay on his chest. it's the most serene he's ever felt in his life, the both of you laying in a state of half-consciousness together just to be close. he'll look down at you and trace the line of your cheekbone lightly until your eyes crack open blearily and you tilt your head up to him with a content hum. — it'll take him quite some time, years of building an unbreakable bond of trust between the two of you, years of working on healing not just for you but for himself, for any future children you may have. simon will be so hesitant to settle down with anyone, to try to start a life of his own outside of taking others. so after long enough that he realizes things do work out, he'll cup your face and bend down to kiss you, soft and slow, filled with all the love he has for you. — when he draws away he'll say the words, so quiet you wonder if you imagine it: marry me. your eyes widen and simon presses his forehead to yours, noses brushing together as his thumbs trace the graceful lines of your face, and he says it again, only a tiny bit louder. when you finally say yes, he'll smile with a level of joy you've never seen in him before.

♡ john "soap" mactavish — johnny is not the kind of man to hide his love for you. once he knows how he feels for you, he wears it proudly, always boasting about how lucky he is to have you, how wonderful of a partner you are. his shows of affection are boisterous and grand, spoiling you with lavish gifts and more hugs and kisses than anyone could possibly count. the way he proposes is, of course, no different. — so much planning goes into it. of course, johnny makes sure to ask your friends to confirm that you're okay with a public proposal before it all, but once he gets the go ahead, he doesn't hold back. he'll throw a gorgeous party around a holiday or a significantly happy anniversary, your first date or kiss. he invites all your friends, family, anyone either of you care for and love all in one place. they're all in on it, there's no doubt about it; your friends help you plan your outfit and johnny pays for it all (which isn't unusual, thankfully). the engagement ring is either handed down from your family or bought from an absurdly expensive store with a design pre-approved by your best friends. — he'll bend down on one knee near the end of the party and when you turn back to him he's holding the ring up, looking at you with all the love he has in him. johnny says that all he needs is you, and when you say yes and let him slip on the ring he scoops you into a tight hug, tears of happiness pricking the corners of his eyes.

♡ kyle "gaz" garrick — kyle doesn't have the same flare for dramatics as johnny; he's a quiet man, so much so that he was practically given his callsign because of it. that being said, he's not as low-key as simon, either. kyle isn't a man with many close relationships (by his own choosing). the people he does keep close, though, mean everything to him- you especially. so while he won't throw a huge party or propose in front of your family and friends, kyle still makes sure he shows just how much he loves you. — it isn't abnormal for kyle to take you shopping like johnny does, so he takes out like usual and gently suggests the dress or suit he thinks you'd like best to get engaged in (for the pictures, if that's your thing). the night he plans to propose, kyle starts it off by taking you to the upscale restaurant that you swear puts crack in your favorite dish. after whatever dessert you choose and a bottle of your favorite wine or champagne, he'll suggest a detour on the brief walk back to your shared downtown apartment. — he brings you to a quiet little viewing spot along a river leading into a bay; the place you first met, classically bumping into each other at this very spot. kyle tries to prepare a little speech as a declaration of love before he asked you to marry him, and he swears it's the first time he's fumbled over this many words in years. when he sees the gears in your head turning and starting to realize, he chuckles nervously and says a quiet "fuck it" before he kneels down and pulls out the ring. kyle will unashamedly admit that he cried when you said yes, if anyone asks.

♡ john price — john won't throw a party, but he will throw a "formal gathering" consisting of close friends and family. it's something that he secretly plans months in advance; he won't admit how proud of himself he is, but over the course of those months he subtly finds out every specific detail he needs of what your favorite thing is for the not-party, and you still never figure it out. if you're close with your family he gets your parent's blessing and a handed down ring if they have one (if not, he isn't shy about how much he spends on your engagement ring, and he gets what you'd like it to be out of you too). he even gets your friends in on it too, to help him with their own knowledge of your likes and dislikes. — it's planned from the beginning that john proposes to you right at the start of the not-party. he plans it at a beautiful small venue and keeps it all as a surprise, but he's certain that it'll be obvious from the moment you step foot inside the place. so when you get there he pulls you to the balcony that overlooks a gorgeous lake and cups your face. despite your friends and family watching with dewy eyes, john will make this moment private. the words of how hopelessly in love with you and devoted to you he is shared quietly just between two lovers. — he doesn't even bother kneeling (because honestly you'd be crazy to not already be saying yes) when he pulls out the ring, and when you say yes as soon as he has the four-word question out he kisses you, pulling you as close to him as he can. the rest of the party is spent popping bottles of champagne and basically being inseparable from each other. john spares no expense and does everything in his power to make this the happiest night you've ever had, and will promise you that he'll do the same for every night for the rest of your lives.

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koiiiji · 5 months ago

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wedding hc series

Sangho would like to see something simple and elegant on you, something not… too much, because don’t worry, your ring, necklace, bracelet, and heels would shine bright enough to scream how expensive it is. Sangho is man of few words when it comes to feelings, he rather show his love for you with engagement ring - when he proposed (not like you cared and paid attention) you noticed that there are no brand logo on the small box, later you will learn that this ring was custom made - Sangho went directly to the jeweler and chose stone himself. honestly it was huge act of love and care, he spent a lot of time out from his work just on visiting jewelers and having a look on millions of diamonds, just to came up with the one he gifted to you.

so fairly enough he left all wedding preparations to you, just letting you know his wishes for cake, some design thoughts and number of people who he wants to see in guest list from his side (Hwangyeon was in question and Aria cried on your wedding bc finally some sane person entered their family)

got idea from tiktok but i never liked their ideas and vibe so i came up with something by myself✨💗

and im too lazy and don’t have enough inspiration to write full fic🥹

let me know what character is next (lookism included!!)

#[ ~ koi.talks🗣]#windbreaker #windbreaker webtoon #x reader #windbreaker x reader #windbreaker headcanon #webtoon #headcanon #windbreaker webtoon x reader #windbreaker sangho #sangho choi #sangho choi x reader #sangho choi x you

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kimsohn · 11 months ago

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insignificance

pairing . eric x gn! reader about . 2k words, fluff (suggestive) warnings . 16+ cause there is heavy making out at the end, drinking wine, mentions of murder but it's all jokes!!

synopsis . it takes one dinner and a late-night drive for you to fall in love with your fiancé all over again. note . the inspo for this fic was @sohnric's plot twist make-out scene (and this pic) i hope i did it justice 💗 i wrote this on a whim and am posting this at 1am so please excuse me for this monstrosity 😭 tysm @juyeonszn and @mars101 for cheering me on YUPP tagging . @stealanity @invuwrld @gfksn (+ bar)

The background noise of the waiters shuffling around fades away as your two glasses clink together. Vivaldi’s Spring is playing in the background, a piece you’ve only heard once in a blue moon at an orchestra concert. Eric seems to have experienced differently, though, judging by the taps of his dress-shoe-covered foot beneath the table and the twinkle in his eyes.

“Cheers,” you whisper, giddy with excitement.

“Cheers, baby,” Eric whispers back, the corners of his mouth lifting in a grin.

The wine in your glass swishes as you take a tentative sip. It’s sweet and fruity, and you’ve already forgotten the name Eric rattled off to the waiter as if expensive drinks were second nature to him. They probably were second nature to the Sohn family, considering the elegance of this fancy restaurant, the outfit he bought that now adorns you, and the sparkling ring that sits on your finger.

You set the glass down next to you, already a little overwhelmed with the elegance of this atmosphere. You knew you married rich, but it never particularly occurred to you just how rich your fiancé is. In fact, you feel a little out of place sitting in a chair that costs half of your monthly paycheck and staring at a menu that you once never would’ve been able to. Despite already being engaged to the love of your life, you’re not sure you’ll ever find a way to fit into the intricate setting that the Sohns have grown up in.

“What’s wrong?” Eric asks, seeing the glimmer in your eyes dissipate with your overthinking.

He reaches across the table to take your hands in his, running his thumb over your ring. He traces the lines of it, following the swirl pattern as if he were seeing it for the first time. As if he didn’t spend hours agonizing over what design to gift you, so sure that you would reject him if it wasn’t up to your liking.

(You would’ve said yes even if he proposed to you with a lollipop.)

“I feel like I don’t belong here,” you admit, your head hanging low as the embarrassment clouds your features.

He intertwines his fingers with yours, lacing them tightly. Eric is all too knowing of the nagging thoughts in your brain, telling you you’re undeserving of the man in front of you and the wealth that comes along with it. However, you’ve hit the jackpot in the fact that Eric is always ready to argue back with the devil on your shoulder, even if it’s three in the morning and you’re delirious from sleep or if you’re a little bit too tipsy and crying in his lap. Eric, for lack of better words, is always there for you. Even now, as he holds your hands and stares into your eyes as if you’re the only person in the universe, he is here for you.

“I’m going to eat that little voice in your head so it goes away,” he responds a moment later with finality, extremely serious.

The statement is so absurd and unexpected that it has you giggling, and you grip Eric’s fingers tighter as you lean forward and can’t find it in you to stop. All your previous tension disappears when you look into Eric’s eyes, filled with mirth and kindness.

“You’re crazy,” you voice through laughter, reaching for the wine glass to calm your jumbling nerves.

Eric just shakes his head, unable to hold back a smile that reflects your current predicament.

“Crazy for you, babe. Now stop worrying your pretty little head and enjoy your food, okay?”

And enjoy the food you do. The three-course meal followed by dessert has you clutching your stomach after, full and bloated from the amount of delicious food you’ve consumed. You can’t even bring yourself to take a couple more bites of the black forest delicacy that sits on your plate, but luckily, you have the universe to thank for the takeout box that now rests in Eric’s left hand.

His other hand holds the car keys, and as he clicks the unlock button, the Orange Corvette lights up from across the parking garage. Its bright color is exactly reminiscent of the man standing next to you, exuberant and dashing. You felt like a little kid the first time he picked you up in his car, extremely impressed with the interior neon lights he showed off to you in the earlier stages of your relationship. Now, as his fiancé, the car is something comfortable to you, having seen it too many times to count by this point.

He helps you into the front seat before getting in beside you, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the back of your headrest as he backs the car out. You’ll never admit this to him, but the view of him looking back and inching the car out is devilishly handsome to you, and you have to fight the warmth that rises to your cheeks.

Once he repositions the vehicle and drives forward, the hand that’s behind you now moves to your thigh. The shiny watch on his wrist glints in the moonlight, and he absentmindedly draws circles on your clothed skin to the beat of the song. It doesn’t help that it’s an R&B track, so every movement of his finger is slow and torturous, and every trace ignites fire against the cloth.

“Eric,” you start, watching as he pulls to a stop before the red light.

“Hm?” he responds, turning his head to face you.

You notice that he’s wearing a singular stud earring on his right ear. You can only pray that you’ll find some strength to survive the rest of this car ride because as soon as it’s over, you won’t let him see the light of day.

“How much longer?” you ask tentatively, like a little kid squirming in their seat.

He rolls his eyes, turning back to focus on the road. It doesn’t help though, because his side profile is just as alluring as his front.

“Couple more minutes, baby.”

True to his word, he exits the main road a few minutes later, driving up a dirt path unfamiliar to you. The road is slightly bumpy, and you’re a little tipsy from the wine so you shift around quite frequently, but Eric’s unwavering, strong grip on your thigh keeps you grounded. The more you stare at his hand, the more sexy you find his hand pressed against the silk you’re wearing.

You’re reconsidering your decision to spend the rest of your life with this ridiculously hot man when he pulls into a forest clearing.

“Are you going to murder me, Eric Sohn?” you tease as he parks the car, swiftly maneuvering the wheel.

You move to step out once he’s done, but he’s faster than you, and he opens the car door before you can even reach for the handle.

“If I wanted to murder you,” he says, holding your arm as you step out, “I would’ve already done so, my love.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes, but you have little to be annoyed about as you survey your surroundings. The dark forest around you is a contrast to the vividness of the car, but nothing seems brighter than Eric’s smile at the moment and the twinkling stars around you.

Eric leads you to a clearing, his hand pressed against the small of your back. You peer over, fascinated at the realization that you can see the whole city from here. The twinkling lights of the bustling city below you are something of a dream, and as you look towards Eric, you can see the stars reflected in his eyes.

Minutes like these, where you’re not surrounded by extravagance, are when you truly feel your connection with Eric. Raw, unearthed, and simply pure, you feel like you’re stripped of all labels. You both are just insignificant specks in the universe, and he is truly just some guy to you in this moment, but you know wholeheartedly that this very guy is the one you truly love. You would never have it any other way.

The grin on Eric’s face is infectious as you face him with one of your own. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck, clasping them together as his arms find their way around your waist.

“Found this place the other day,” he explains as if he could hear your thoughts, “I kinda regret not proposing to you here.”

“Don’t lie,” you mutter, knowing that he definitely does not regret whisking you away to his private condo in the mountains just to put a ring on your finger.

He laughs, pressing his forehead against yours. The cicadas chirp around you, and all is silent when he calms down except for your two breaths in unison. His gaze circulates from your eyes to your lips and then back to your eyes, and whatever triangle method he’s using is working because one second later, you lean in to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

He tastes like strawberries, and you smile against his lips remembering that you’d gifted him strawberry lip balm two days ago. Your man, your sexy, diligent man, following your orders to take care of his lips stirs butterflies in your stomach. The fact that you hold some kind of power over the Sohn family’s heir makes you feel a little dizzy, but your only response is to pull Eric closer and kiss him harder.

The sweetness of both the strawberry scent and the kiss fade as he presses back with just as fervor, adjusting his arms around you to pull you in tighter. The space between you feels unbearable, and despite the proximity between you two, the gap is still too big for your liking. You need him viscerally, every part of him on you as if the very concept of distance is poisonous and Eric is your antidote.

“Baby,” he whispers, pulling back with shallow breaths, “the car.”

You end up in the front seat of his car, the seat tilted backward and you in Eric’s lap. One of his knees holds you in place against your back, and his hands rest on your waist. The position is far too intimate that anyone walking by will know exactly what’s going on. Your kisses have turned heady, mirroring the darkness in his eyes and the way you clutch onto the front of his black shirt. You work on unbuttoning his shirt, but Eric distracts you with his tongue swiping across your lips and the way he softly bites when you protest. By some miracle, you finish moments later, and you run your hands down his skin. He shivers, and everything feels like pure electricity between you two the way his fingers press into your sides tighter.

(It will bruise tomorrow, but you don’t care. You’ll simply shrug on a shirt and try to fight a blush as Eric stares at you from the bed shirtless, a knowing grin on his face.)

His kisses trail down your lips, your cheeks, and your neck, finally finding a home in your collarbone, biting and sucking as if it was his favorite pastime. It probably is, with the way he kisses down your shoulder and tugs the strap of clothing down.

Your fingers trace his collarbone, and you hold his head in your hands as he looks up at you. He’s needy and restless, but he’ll always listen to you when you have something to say.

You may be an insignificant speck in the world, but in Eric’s eyes, you’re the whole universe.

“I love you,” you whisper.

It’s all you have to say before he flips you around, pressing you into the dip of the seat as he slides your clothing down. The air conditioning of the car and the ambient music bring goosebumps to your now exposed skin, but Eric makes everything disappear by resuming his previous ministrations.

He looks into your eyes before pressing a kiss right above your heart. It beats against your chest, heavy, and Eric knows it’s only for him. It will always be only for him.

“I love you too,” he whispers back, smiling against your skin.

“Forever and always.”

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lefteagleblizzard · 4 months ago

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𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔢

Billy burn x gn reader

Summary: You and Billy successfully robbed a store on the street, hoping there would be enough things to pay the debts he has accumulated. He doesn’t end up liking some of the tactics you decided to adopt.

Warnings: no pronouns or accurate physical description used towards the reader so that everyone can read. Reader and Billy are engaged. Robbing a place together with Billy <3. Reader and Billy are NOT good persons. Jealous Billy. Smut. Riding. Sex in a car.

Note: This was requested from a really nice person on wattpad. It can be seen as a part 2 of the other story I wrote for Billy but you can very easily read this as a standalone. This is mostly just an excuse for me to leave the link so you can go and like, reblog and comment on both that fic and this one (please) :)

Words count: 4400

Can also be found on wattpad and ao3

You and Billy step into the roadside shop, the familiar jingle of the doorbell ringing in your ears. The shop is quite large, with aisles filled with variety of items.

It was like entering a maze.

The only other person present is a young cashier behind the counter, absorbed in his phone. He glances up brietly, offering a nod before returning to his screen.

The air smells fainthy of old wood and cleaning supplics.

To blend in and divert any suspicion, you take Billy's hand and lead him down one of the aisles, your laughter and playful demeanor filling the otherwise quiet space.

“Look at this," you say, picking up a hat from one of the displays.

It started with a high, rounded top that sits proudly on the head. The edges of the top dipped with a curve. It had a wide, sweeping brim that cascaded around the hat.

You place it on Billy's head and adjust it, giggling. It made him appear taller. "It fits perfectly," you tease, your voice light and carefree.

Billy smirks, a shadow of his darker intentions flickering in his eyes as he surveys the layout of the store.

Wandering through the aisles, you make a show of examining various products, occasionally holding up items for Billy's opinion, such as the ridiculous pair of oversized sunglasses that you put on, striking a pose that makes Billy chuckle. "What do you think?" you ask, twirling playfully.

His laughter, though genuine, hides the calculating thoughts that race through his mind as he notes the position of the exits and the layout of the aisles.

Your interaction is filled with casual touches and whispered jokes, designed to paint a picture of a couple simply enjoying an impromptu shopping trip.

You passed by the section with bottled drinks. Billy fingers the various brands of alcohol, his gaze lingering on the more expensive ones. "Maybe we should get something nice for tonight," he suggests, a hint of something darker lurking beneath his casual tone.

You throw yourself to him, tossing your arms around his neck to lean in closer to him. “I like the way you think” and he chuckled, his chest vibrating against your body. You can feel his warm breath against your skin, the familiar smell of alcohol and smoke mingling between you.

As you continue to browse, your eyes land on a glass case filled with firearms. Billy notices your gaze and follows it, "Well, well, well,” he murmurs, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Looks like we hit the jackpot.”

You both approach the glass case, peering inside with a mix of curiosity and excitement. Billy’s fingers trace the outline of a sleek revolver, his eyes studying it with the practiced ease of someone who knows their way around weapons “This one’s a beauty,” he says, his voice low and reverent.

"It's a Smith & Wesson Model 29" you traced your finger along the glass. "It's a classic .44 Magnum revolver. Dirty Harry made it famous, remember?"

Billy nodded, a small smile playing on his lips at your shared interest. "Yeah, it's a powerful piece. Six round cylinder, blued finish, and a wooden grip. As I said, a real beauty."

Your eyes moved to a sleek black pistol. "That's a Glock 19," Billy remarked. "Compact and reliable."

You nodded, adding, "Yeah, it's known for its durability and simplicity. Very easy to use and maintain." You gave him a sidelong glance. "Maybe we should get one for protection. You know, for when you forget our anniversary."

Billy smirked. "Trust me, I've got that date locked in my memory. No need for firepower”

You laughed at his words, your fingers brushing against the glass. “Imagine what we could do with these”

Billy’s eyes meet yours, and a silent understanding passes between you. This could be the answer to his debts, something you’ve both been desperately searching for.

The plan takes shape in your mind, unspoken but clear.

“We need to be smart about this,” Billy says, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “Let’s see if we can get a better look at the cameras.”

“I’ll take care of distracting him” you nod your head to point to the guy at the checkout.

You reach the counter, where the cashier is still engrossed in his phone. “Hey, how’s your day going?” you ask, striking up a conversation. The cashier looks up, startled, and offers a hesitant smile.

“Not too bad, he replies, setting his phone down. “Just the usual.”

“Must get pretty lonely here sometimes,” you say, leaning slightly against the counter. The cashier’s eyes flicker with interest, and you know you’ve got his attention. You slip off your wedding ring, discreetly tucking it into the pocket of your leather jacket.

Your arms rested on the counter, your head tilted slightly to the right to show interest.

“So, do you work here often?” you ask the cashier, leaning in a little closer. The cashier, caught off guard by your forwardness, straightens up, clearly interested now.

“Yeah, most days,” he says, a slight flush creeping up his neck. “It’s not too bad. Quiet, like you said.”

“Well, you must be good at it,” you say, your voice dropping to a softer tone. “It’s nice to see a friendly face in a place like this.”

You catch sight of the gun tucked under the counter, realizing just how dangerous this game has become.

Billy, from a distance, watches with narrowed eyes. His jealousy simmers beneath the surface as he watches you flirt, the tone of your voice making his blood boil.

He moves quietly, checking the cameras, his movements swift and efficient. But he can’t focus completely, his thoughts constantly drifting back of to you and the cashier.

The sight of you leaning in closer to the cashier, touching his arm, and laughing at what he was saying gnaws at Billy. He perceives the seething fury taking root within, an overwhelming need to assert his claim over you.

Each smile you give the cashier, each casual touch, feels like a slap to his face.

He tries to concentrate on the cameras, but his mind is a whirlwind of angry thoughts and vivid images of the cashier making a move on you.

His heart pounds with a mix of anger and desire, each beat a reminder of how much he hates seeing you with another man, even if it’s all part of the plan.

The cashier, emboldened by your attention, smiles more confidently. “I try,” he says, his eyes flicking to your lips briefly. “So, what brings you two here?”

“We’re just passing through,” you say, giving him a playful smile. “Needed to stretch our legs, maybe pick up a few things.”

Billy moves to the other side of the store, he noticed a few security cameras mounted in the corners and made mental notes of their positions.

He noticed a door marked “Employees Only” at the back and figured it might lead to an office or storage room. He also spotted a small emergency exit near the back, which could be useful for a quick getaway.

The cameras are all over the most valuable stuff. If you and him really want to get what you need, you will get caught.

He can’t stop glancing over, watching you with a mix of frustration and desire.

You’re just wasting time talking to that idiot. It would be much better if you came back to his side to discuss a new plan.

You’re not even glancing over at him to see if there are any possible signals he could be giving you.

Why are you so interested in talking to that prick?

He clenches his jaw, trying to suppress the urge to storm over and put an end to the conversation.

“You seem like an interesting guy.” you continue, leaning even closer. “Do you do anything else besides working here?”

The cashier chuckles nervously, “Not much.”

You nod, your eyes twinkling with mischief. “I get that. It’s hard out there. But you must have some fun, right? Maybe a little adventure now and then?”

Billy clenches his fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white.

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He imagines the cashier’s hands on you, the way he looks at you with that smug, interested expression.

It makes his vision blur with anger.

“Adventure, huh?” the cashier says, his interest clearly piqued “Well, I suppose I could use a bit more of that in my life.”

You smile, your hand lingering on his arm. “Everyone needs a little adventure.”

The dam of his patience crumbled, and a torrent of possessive fury washed over him, leaving no room for pretense or patience.

He strides over, his presence a dark storm cloud. The cashier looks up, surprise and fear mingling in his eyes as Billy pulls out his revolver and points it directly at him.

“Don’t even think about it!” Billy yells, his voice shaking with anger. The cashier freezes, his face going pale.

Billy’s eyes flick to you, and for a moment, you see the struggle in his gaze. The raw intensity of his emotions is laid bare, and it sends a thrill through you.

The cashier takes advantage of the moment of distraction, lunging for his hidden weapon.

Driven by instinct, you swiftly pull the gun concealed by your leather jacket and press it firmly against the cashier’s back. ‘Don’t even think about it,’ you command, your voice steady and teeth clenched.

Gradually, your gaze drifts back to your husband.

His stance is unyielding, his jaw set firmly, and his eyes burn with a fierce storm of emotions.

It’s evident that the anger brewing within him is barely restrained, like a tempest held back by the most delicate of barriers.

He likely recognized his own error, fueling his anger even further than before.

"Billy, what the hell are you doing?" you hiss, your voice a mix of frustration and annoyance. "I had everything under control”

Billy's face contorts with anger. "Under control? It looked like you were just enjoying talking to the guy! I'm not going to stand here and watch him try to take advantage of you."

"Are you serious? I was distracting him so we could get what we need and get out. You just made things a hundred times worse!" You feel your own anger bubbling up, your grip on the situation slipping through your fingers.

As the argument escalates, the cashier sees his chance. His hand darts towards the panic button on the counter, moving with a desperate speed.

Billy notices the movement out of the corner of his eye, his rage reaching a boiling point.

"You son of a bitch," Billy shouts, his voice echoing through the shop. In one swift motion, he brings the back of his gun down hard on the cashier's forehead. The sound of the impact is sickening, a dull thud followed by the man's groan of pain as he crumples to the floor, blood trickling down his face.

For a moment, the shop is eerily silent, the only sound being the cashier's labored breathing. You stand there, stunned, the reality of what just happened settling over you like a heavy fog.

Billy is breathing hard, his eyes wild with a mix of adrenaline and fury.

"You see what you made me do?" he snaps, kicking the unconscious man to vent even more of his anger. "If you hadn't been playing around, this wouldn't have happened!"

"Playing around? I was trying to save us!" you retort. "You're the one who lost control!"

Billy's eyes flash dangerously, but he doesn't respond.

The shop feels oppressive, the air thick with tension and fear.

"You get the recordings, I'll get the goods," he commands, his voice edged with urgency.

Nodding, you rush to the back of the store where the security system is likely housed. You find a small office, the door ajar.

Inside, monitors display various angles of the store, showing both live feeds and recorded footage. The setup is relatively simple, a standard digital video recorder with a console for playback and deletion.

Your fingers fly over the controls, navigating the system to locate the recordings from the last 24 hours. You start the deletion process, each second feeling like an eternity. The progress bar slowly moves, and you pray silently that no one will interrupt this crucial task.

Meanwhile, Billy moves methodically through the store, gathering everything that could help settle your debt with the bikers. He takes firearms first, loading them into a duffel bag he found behind the counter. Next, he grabs several bottles of expensive liquor, knowing they can be sold or traded.

He doesn't stop there, he also collects cash from the register, and grabs valuable electronics and even some jewelry that was on display near the counter. His actions are swift and precise, driven by a combination of desperation and a keen sense of survival.

Back in the office, the deletion process is finally complete. You breathe a sigh of relief as the system confirms that all recordings from the last 24 hours have been erased. You quickly disable the cameras to prevent any future recordings, ensuring there will be no evidence left behind.

With your task done, you return to the main area of the store. Billy is zipping up the duffel bag, his face a mask of grim determination. "Got everything we need?" you ask, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you.

Billy nods. "We need to move, now."

Together, you make your way to the exit, your footsteps echoing in the now eerily silent store. As you step outside, the cool night air hits you, providing a stark contrast to the tension-filled interior you just left.

The car is parked nearby, and you both hurry towards it, the weight of your actions pressing heavily on your shoulders.

You slide into the passenger seat, the duffel bag of stolen goods clutched tightly in your lap. Billy starts the engine, his hands gripping the steering wheel with white knuckled intensity.

The car roars down the desolate road, its engine a low, constant growl that fills the otherwise silent night.

The stolen goods rattling softly in the backseat serve as a stark reminder of the desperate act you both just committed.

Hours have passed by this point and the adrenaline from the robbery still courses through your veins, mingling with a complex mix of relief and anxiety.

Outside, the dark landscape stretches endlessly, broken only by the occasional silhouette of a distant tree or a flickering roadside light.

You glance at Billy, his face a rigid mask of determination and suppressed fury, illuminated only by the faint glow of the dashboard lights.

His eyes are fixed on the road ahead, his jaw clenched tightly.

Determined to lighten the mood, you reach over and rest a hand on his arm. "We did it, Billy. We got what we needed. This is going to help us a lot," you say, trying to inject some optimism into your voice.

He nods curtly, not taking his eyes off the road. "Yeah, okay."

His brusque response stings, but you try again, your voice bright and hopeful."I mean, we did a good job despite all the shit that happened, don't you think?"

Billy mutters another "okay," his tone clipped and distant.

Frustration starts to build within you, each unacknowledged attempt at conversation feeling like a brick being added to a wall between you. The silence is oppressive, pressing down on you with every mile that passes.

Finally, you can't take it anymore. "Billy, pull over," you demand, your voice edged with urgency.

He glances at you, his brow furrowed in irritation. "Why?" he snaps, clearly exasperated.

"Just do it," you insist. With an angry huff, he swerves the car to the side of the road, the tires crunching on the gravel as he comes to a stop. The engine cuts off, plunging you into a profound silence broken only by the faint sounds of the night.

Billy leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest in a defensive posture. "What?" he growls, his voice laced with frustration and a simmering anger that hasn't dissipated since the robbery.

You turn to face him fully, searching his eyes for any sign of the man you know beneath the hard exterior. "Are you angry with me for flirting with that guy?" you ask, your voice soft but insistent.

Billy doesn't answer. Instead, he pulls a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with the practiced ease of a habit formed over years.

The orange glow of the cigarette tip casts fleeting shadows over his face, emphasizing the hard lines of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. He takes a deep drag, the smoke curling around him like a shroud.

"Do you know why I did it?" you press on, refusing to let the silence grow any thicker. "I was trying to distract him. It was part of the plan. I thought you understood that."

Billy exhales a cloud of smoke, his eyes narrowing as he looks away from you, out into the darkness. The silence stretches out, thick and oppressive.

Frustration bubbles over, and you decide to push him a little further.

“It's a shame how things ended, though," you say, your tone teasing but edged with real frustration. "He was kind of cute."

Billy's head snaps toward you, his eyes flashing with anger. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he demands, his voice low and dangerous.

Finally he is talking to you.

You raise your hands in a mock gesture of surrender, though your heart pounds in your chest. "I'm just saying, maybe things could have gone differently if you hadn't lost your temper. We might have avoided the whole confrontation."

Billy's jaw clenches even tighter, and he takes another drag of his cigarette, the smoke swirling in the confined space of the car. "So now it's my fault?" he mutters, his voice tinged with hurt and anger.

You sigh, your teasing smile fading as the gravity of the situation settles over you. "That's not what I meant, Billy. I just... I want to know why you're so angry with me. We got what we needed. We're okay, for now."

He stares at you for a long moment, the anger in his eyes slowly giving way to something more complex: hurt, betrayal, and a deep-seated fear.

You reach out and take his hand, squeezing it gently in a gesture of reassurance. "You won't lose me, Billy. We're in this together. But we need to be on the same page. We need to trust each other."

He finally looks back at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and determination. "I do trust you," he says, his voice steadier now. "I just... I need to get better at showing it."

You smile, relief flooding through you at his words.

Billy extinguished the cigarette and tossed it out the window. He leans over and kisses you, the taste of smoke still lingering on his lips. The kiss is intense, filled with a renewed sense of connection and understanding.

You shifted in your seat, turning to face him more fully. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you towards him until you straddled his lap. His grip is firm but not harsh, a silent declaration that you are his and he is yours.

As you rested in his arms, the physical tension between you began to transform into a palpable, almost electric energy, drawing you closer to him with an undeniable pull.

Billy's hands explored your back, slipping under your shirt, his touch igniting a trail of heat across your skin. He traced the curve of your spine, then moved to your sides, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin there, eliciting a soft gasp from you. The contact was electrifying, each touch a reminder of the deep connection you shared.

Billy's hands traveled to your hips, his grip tightening as he guided you closer. You could feel the growing urgency in his touch, mirrored by the heat pooling in your own body. You moved together with a practiced ease, your bodies responding instinctively to each other. He shifted beneath you, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt, lifting it slowly.

You raised your arms, allowing him to pull it off, and then his hands were on you again, explorin, caressing.

He shifted slightly, his other hand coming up to cup your face, his thumb brushing gently across your cheek. His gaze was intense, locking with yours as he leaned in for a kiss, his lips parting yours, his tongue exploring with a gentle insistence.

Your hands moved up to his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his jacket as you pulled him closer. The air between you grew warmer, charged with a mixture of urgency and tenderness.

Billy's hands move to your face, his touch both gentle and possessive, as if he is afraid to let go, afraid to lose this moment.

Billy's breath hitches as you shift on his lap, your hips finding a rhythm that mirrors the beat of your hearts. His eyes, dark and intense, lock onto yours, conveying a depth of emotion that words could never fully capture.

His hands grip your waist with a possessive strength, guiding your movements with a blend of tenderness and urgency. "You're perfect," he murmurs against your lips, his voice a low growl that vibrates through you, adding to the symphony of sensations coursing through your body.

You respond with equal fervor, Your own hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt.

You tugged at the fabric, pulling it over his head, and he helped you, discarding the garment to the side. His skin was warm under your touch, the contours of his body familiar and comforting.

You pressed closer, your lips finding his again in a fervent kiss, your bodies aligning perfectly.

Billy's lips left a trail of kisses along your jawline, down your neck, and across your collarbone. Each kiss was deliberate, a silent declaration of his love and desire.

Billy's eyes roamed over you, his gaze filled with a mixture of reverence and desire.

His thumbs brushing over your nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips.

He responded with a growl, his mouth descending to capture one of your nipples, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud.

You could feel the hard length of him pressing against you.

Your hands found their way to his belt, your fingers working with a sense of urgency to unbuckle it. You undid his belt, then the button and zipper of his jeans, your hands slipping inside to free him from the confines of the fabric.

Billy groaned as you touched him, his hips lifting slightly to help you slide his jeans and boxers down. You moved with a sense of purpose, your hands and lips exploring every inch of his exposed skin.

He pulled you closer, his hands moving to the waistband of your pants, tugging them down with a firm, insistent pull. You helped him, discarding the last barrier between you.

In the confined space of the car, every movement was magnified, every touch more intense. Billy's hands took hold of your hips again, lifting you slightly as he positioned himself at your entrance.

You could feel the heat of him, the anticipation building to a fever pitch.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he guided you down onto him, filling you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect union of bodies and souls.

You gasped at the feeling, your hands gripping his shoulders for support. He held you close, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet of the night.

You began to move together, a slow, rhythmic dance of passion and love. Each movement was a testament to your bond, a physical manifestation of the deep connection you shared.

You could feel every inch of him inside you, every thrust a reminder of his love, his need, his desire. The pace quickened, the urgency between you growing.

You rode him with a fervent intensity, your hands gripping his shoulders, his hips lifting to meet yours with each thrust.

The pleasure gradually intensified, building up like a symphony reaching its peak. Each wave of sensation stacked upon the last, growing stronger and more compelling.

He guided you with his rough and large hands, matching your movements with his own.

The tension building, the edge of release drawing closer with each thrust, each touch, each kiss.

When the climax came, it was a shattering wave of pleasure, a culmination of everything you felt for each other.

You cried out, your body tensing, then releasing in a flood of sensation. Billy followed, his own release a powerful, primal groan, his hands gripping you tightly as he found his own peak.

In the aftermath, you collapsed against him, your bodies slick with sweat, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.

He held you close, his arms wrapped around you, a silent promise of protection and love.

It’s just you and Billy against the world, together, unbreakable, with nothing but the open road and a shared dream of freedom stretching out before you.

Note: if you liked this story please leave a comment, I love reading them <3. Stories where you get to play the part of the bad guy are some of my favorites

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misseviehyde · 1 year ago

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THE MAGIC NAILS

By Evie Hyde and Amiee Bee

Chapter 1: Nailing Jessica

Jessica couldn’t believe she had agreed to this; she had so many better things to be doing with her time than going to the nail salon with her vapid bitch of a step mom. For instance, she had soccer practice tonight with the team, but now she was having to miss it for this girly crap. At least it wasn’t her kickboxing class that she was missing - she really enjoyed that... but she had promised her Dad that she would try to get along with her vain Step Mom for once and he had been insistent that she go and appease her step mom Annabelle with the “girly day” that she seemed so set on.

Jessica hated Annabelle. Her real Mom had died when she was just a little girl and as a result she had got much closer to her Dad and rather protective of him. Growing up, it had pretty much just been the two of them and Jessica had ended up quite a tomboy as a result. She had short hair, loved to play rough and after hanging out with her Dad and his buddies as a little girl, could do everything from rewiring a car engine to playing poker . But Jessica could see the loneliness her father faced, and so ironically, it had been her that had encouraged Bill to get out and start dating again. She had even set up the dating profile online for him.

When her Dad met Annabelle, Jessica had been excited at first. Her soon to be step mom had seemed nice and was incredibly stylish with the best makeup the young girl had ever seen. Annabelle had a trim sexy body that she kept in good shape through yoga and running. She also had an incredible figure for a woman her age with Jessica’s dad describing her as having ‘large firm breasts’ and ‘a squeezable ass’ much to Jessica’s embarrassment. Although this ex-cheerleading, fashion obsessed beauty seemed a bit ultra feminine for her average looking (but wealthy) Dad, Jessica had just been happy he had managed to find such a beautiful woman. At the time she hadn’t expected the relationship to last more than a few weeks… how wrong she turned out to be.

Annabelle had made a real effort to impress Jessica to begin with, but after a few months (and once she had Bill wrapped round her little finger) - she finally showed her true colours. Through sexual control, seduction and manipulation she made Bill completely dependent and obsessed with her. Her shallow and bitchy personality began to show as she stopped wasting time being nice to Jessica and instead began to treat her with contempt and amusement. Annabelle quit her job on the fashion counter at the local department store and instead became a full time house-bitch. She soon had a Tiffany diamond engagement ring on her finger and was happy to spend Bill’s money on expensive dresses, luxury handbags and designer shoes.

As she became prettier and more glamorous, her power seemed to grow. Bill was enraptured with his beautiful wife as she draped her body in diamonds, pearls and sexy lingerie. She began to sport even sluttier longer manicures, expensive pedicures and her once demure clothing changed to reveal the swell of her large firm breasts at all times. Annabelle renovated the house to turn it into a palace to feminine luxury and power, where she was the queen and Bill was just her play-thing. Eventually they married and her power reached its height.

Finally, with all things nearly in their place, her attention had turned to Jessica. Jessica was the one remaining thorn in Annabelle’s side. She had a beautiful house, a perfectly obedient husband - but instead of the popular, cheerleading, sexy daughter that a bitch like her might like… her step daughter Jessica was nauseatingly unmaterialistic and tomboyish. Annabelle tried to shape Jessica into being more girly, she even tried to buy her nice clothes and makeup and manipulate her into being more popular at school… but none of it worked and they just ended up arguing. Eventually she had nagged Jessica to give her the chance to have some ‘girl time’ with her and after putting pressure on Bill - she had finally gotten her way...

The drive to the salon was awkward to say the least, Jessica clearly did not want to be doing this and sat in silence with a sour look on her face. By contrast Annabelle had an almost predatory look in her eyes as she examined her young step-daughter from time to time. The hot bitch was so disappointed in Jessica. Her step daughter was so frumpy and unfeminine. At her age she should be manipulating boys and enjoying herself. All she needed was a little… push. A little help to realise her full potential. Annabele had always wanted a daughter she could shape and mould - one who could understand the pleasures of femininity and be her protegee. She grinned - the poor girl had no idea what was in store for her today.

Wanting to break the awkward silence Annabelle tried to chat to Jessica and put her at ease. ”So I’m so glad you let me start with your nails, they really will make you feel more girly. I was chatting to my stylist the other day. You remember Amiee, don’t you? Anyway, she showed me this gorgeous design that would be just wonderful for you. So hot! They would definitely make you the most popular girl on campus. Don’t you want to be popular?”

“Not really. All those popular girls are such bitches. To be honest, at our school there really aren’t that many girls like that. The main bitchy girl left and there’s been a lot less bullying since then. Without a leader, the popular girls kinda went quiet.”

“So - there’s a power vacuum. A hot girl could easily come in and take control, make things run the way she wanted. Wouldn’t you like that… to make everyone do what you wanted? To have any boy you wanted and be popular and powerful?”

“No… absolutely not. I’m perfectly happy having my friends Chloe and Nicola and just being nice to people.”

“Of course, I understand. It’s hard for you to imagine, but I’m sure given the right opportunity you would realise just how good it feels to be the alpha bitch. In the meantime are you ready to get your nails done honey? We’re here!”

Sure, yeah whatever” Jessica replied, groaning inside. For her it was just a matter of getting through the next few hours without losing her mind!

Annabelle parked the car and they approached the salon. Jessica rolled her eyes. It was a super expensive place by the looks of it - all white and stylish. Beautiful women sat chatting, surrounded by tasteful pictures and expensive flowers. The staff were all perfectly made up like Stepford wives with their pretty hair tightly bound up and dressed in white uniforms. For Jessica it was her idea of Hell.

Walking inside with her step-mother, Jessica felt awkward. This was not her usual sort of place, she didn’t belong here. She felt comfortable on a soccer pitch, not in such a strange feminine environment. “Welcome ladies,” smiled a petite and perfectly made up young woman with a friendly face approaching them. She had sexy green eyes and rich brunette hair, that if unbound might fall to her lower shoulders. She exuded cuteness and friendliness. She looked like the kind of girl you would happily sit with for hours and chat and gossip. A name badge on her uniform said she was called Amiee and Jessica realised this was Annabelle’s stylist that she was always raving about.

“You must be Jessica,” purred Amiee. “Annabelle has told me all about you. My my, such a pretty girl… or you could be with a little help of course, *giggle*.” Normally Jessica would be offended by such a comment, but there was something so reassuring and calming about Amiee’s manner. It made you want to trust her, to do whatever she said. She seemed like such a nice girl.

“Annabelle has asked us to give you a very special manicure. I think you’ll enjoy it. Your step mother has been a customer here for a very long time and we helped to change her life, just like we can change yours. Come with me to our special booth in the back, it’s where all of our best customers get their nails done. You’ll feel like a new girl when you come out.”

Annabelle smiled and propelled her step daughter after Amiee towards a small booth at the back of the salon. Sitting at the nail bar, opposite Amiee, Jessica would have felt panicky if Amiee hadn't been so reassuring. She had never done anything like this before. Before long the girl was sat compliantly with her hands extended, ready for the expert manicurist to go to work. “Just relax Jessica, you’re going to really enjoy this,” soothed Amiee. Sitting nearby, Annabelle smirked as she watched the stylist begin her work on her tomboy daughter. She couldn’t wait to see this.

Jessica winced as Amiee got to work filing down and removing all of the dirt from her nails with a ruthless efficiency that she had not expected from the previously bubbly woman. It was painful at first, Amiee digging into all of the hard to reach areas and digging out all of the dirt and grime that had built up from all of Jessica’s various tomboyish pastimes, but once it was done it actually felt quite nice having clean well trimmed nails for once, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all?

She was soon snapped out if it though when Amiee brought out a tray of long acrylic nails, one look at them and Jessica recoiled her hands and started shaking her head furiously. “Nuh uh! No way are you putting a set of those… those... claws on me!” She growled, looking at the tray of nails. They looked like the kind of slutty evil bitch nails that an instagram star or a vain celebrity might wear - the kind who only care about looking good and grabbing a rich boyfriend. They were sharp and wanton, thick and glossy. They wouldn’t suit her at all - maybe some popular high school bitch, but not a tomboy like her. She could see why Annabelle liked them though and come to think of it, they looked kind of like a pair her Step Mom wore.

“Relax honey...” Amiee soothingly purred, resting a hand on her shoulder and sending a wave of calmness through her body. “We always start with them this long and then clip and file them down to a shape and size that suits you. Don’t worry you are in safe hands with me.” What she was saying didn’t sound right, but Amiee looked so trustworthy that Jessica was still somewhat unsure. Instinctively she found herself trusting Amiee and finally relenting she extended her hand for the stylist to continue her work. Wouldn’t it be nice to do something girly for a change? whispered an interior voice - quiet yet growing in strength.

Amiee was patient and took her time, softly massaging Jessica’s hands to make sure she was as relaxed as possible. It felt so good and it was almost hypnotic, Jessica felt her breathing slow down and her heart slow. She felt calm, relaxed and... receptive. Her mind wandered and she found herself lost in her own imagination. After a while Jessica zoned completely out, lost in her thoughts and Amiee eagerly got back to work.

Watching Amiee begin to apply the first nail Jessica thought to herself that if this was all it took to get Annabelle off her back then it might not be so bad. After all she couldn’t remember the last time her nails had actually been clean and feminine like this. The sexy nail looked out of place right now, but she could see that when the set was complete it would make her look great. That’s right - soon you’ll have a whole set of these… your hand is gonna look really hot, you’ll probably have the sexiest nails in school. See, this isn’t so bad is it? Jessica felt a strange tingle running down her hands into her body. Strangely she felt slightly aroused, like her coochie was getting wet for no reason. It felt really nice and she squirmed slightly, wanting to giggle at the nice things Amiee was doing to her hands and the way it was making her feel. See - doesn’t this beat kickboxing and stupid soccer? Mmmmmh so nice huh?

As if in a dream Jessica watched Amiee move on to the next nail. As it slid into place, Jessica felt a strange revulsion at the thought of how short, chewed and grubby her nails had been before and a bitchy smile twisted the corner of her mouth. Soon you’ll look like a princess. Won’t that be nice? Jessica’s posture changed as she sat up straighter and pushed her chest out slightly. Her arms and hands took on a more feminine body language as she held her hand out in a much more natural way - as if she were used to be manicured and liked it. Looking down with admiration. Jessica realised she liked that her nails felt clean and presentable for once, it actually felt nice. She flicked her short hair back and smirked happily. See babe - don’t you feel better already? Don’t you want more….? Mmmmh of course you do...

Annabelle couldn’t hide the wicked grin from her face as she watched Amiee work her magic on her step daughter. She knew the magic nails were powerful, but she had never watched the process herself and even forewarned it was incredible to watch as Jessica’s short unkempt hair began to tidy itself up and grow. She could see the horrible split ends heal and strengthen as Jessica’s hair lengthened and took on a beautiful blonde colour. It took on a bitchy shine as it brightened and filled with volume, falling around her head like a golden halo and making her look twice as attractive as she had moments ago. Her eyebrows lightened to match, plucking themselves and neatening into a perfect pair of arched brows. The girl didn’t seem to notice or care, her lips were parted slightly and her pupils were dilated. She was obviously experiencing pleasure at her corruption and that satisfied Annabelle even more. To know that her weak pathetic step daughter would soon be like her was the most amazing feeling of triumph.

Jessica looked over and saw Annabelle beaming at her, she was obviously loving every minute of this. To her surprise she smiled back and felt proud of the fact Annabelle was pleased for her. She couldn’t help but notice how happy Annabelle was that they were finally connecting. See Annabelle isn’t so bad is she? She’s trying to be a Mom to you… maybe you should think of her as your Mom and be friends? It would be nice to have another woman to talk to, go shopping with. This could become a regular thing.

Jessica tried to remember what it was that annoyed her so much about Annabelle, but she was struggling. After all Annabelle was just encouraging her to be pretty and popular all the time, was that even such a bad thing? Having a few more friends would be nice and maybe if she looked a bit nicer boys would actually look at her? That would be nice - at the moment boys either ignored her or just treated her like one of the guys. You are definitely not a guy. You are a gorgeous girl and you have needs… getting a boyfriend is the first step to meeting those needs. Mmmmh, you deserve a stud to worship that pretty pussy and make you feel good - oh and of course run errands for you and do all the things you want him to...

The heat in her loins intensified as her thoughts turned horny and Jessica found herself becoming jealous of her friend Chloe, who actually had a boyfriend. Although Chloe’s boyfriend Jason wasn’t anything special to look at, he always seemed to look at his girlfriend like she was the only person in the world that mattered. That must feel good, to be admired, worshipped and adored thought Jessica. Yes… don’t you want to feel that way? Don’t you want ALL the boys to worship you?

Letting herself daydream Jessica started to imagine what it would actually be like to be popular to have a flock of admirers hanging on her every word, desperately hoping that she would notice them. All that with a strong, handsome guy by her side, willing to do anything to make her happy. Yes… to be a spoiled, bratty, princess who gets everything she wants. To wear the head cheerleading outfit and be the prom queen… to dress up in a tight black dress and have every guy want you… it’s your destiny...

“Okay hun, pass me your other hand please, this one is all finished.” Amiee suddenly chirped, breaking Jessica from her erotic daydream and the insidious voice in her head - her own voice. “You zoned out on me for a second there sweetie, everything okay?” she asked with a slight giggle.

Jessica offered up her other hand, but couldn't help marvel at the completed set of beautiful inch long nails that she now sported. Her hand looked like a super-models and the thought of raking her nails down some studs back or wrapping them round a big throbbing cock made her pussy even wetter as she breathed heavily and an involuntary whimper of pleasure escaped her lips. You look like a bitch… doesn’t it feel good to be a bitch?

Amiee grinned - it was like she knew exactly what was on the girls mind as she innocently asked her what she was thinking about.

“Ohhhh, I was just imagining what it would be like to be popular,” sighed Jessica, as she elegantly brushed a lock of golden blonde hair behind her ear, still sounding somewhat dazed. Her voice didn’t seem right… she coughed to clear her throat and it rose in pitch, becoming sing-song and silken. Now she sounded like a honeyed seductress with a cute little whine and catch in her voice that made her sound like a hot girly brat.

“I mean… I… like… ummmm… hey like have I always like talked like this?” she stuttered her inflections and speech patterns changing to imitate those of a cheerleader - a moment of temporary alarm seeming to go off in her head.

“Of course you have. Relax and don't worry babe, once I am done with you, you won't have to imagine how it feels to be popular,” Aimee replied with a wry smile. “You're definitely going to be the most popular girl in school when you go back. I guarantee no one will even remember the old you - at least not for long. It won’t take a smart and beautiful girl like you, long to establish yourself as popular, will it?” Who would want to remember that loser you were anyway… wouldn’t you rather go back as the most popular girl in the school? The thought made Jessica even wetter...

Watching from the corner, Annabelle was getting pretty horny herself. Her tomboy daughter was half-way transformed now and it was so delicious to watch. The mental changes were clearly accelerating, but so too were the physical. All the spots and blemishes, scars and bruises that Jessica possessed were fading to be replaced by perfectly smooth skin. Her tiny a-cup breasts, long a source of joy to her as they were much easier to do sports with, appeared to be growing and pushing out. Jessica’s face seemed to be shifting slightly… becoming more symmetrical and beautiful. Soon she would be gorgeous.

Jessica eagerly handed her other hand over to Amiee who began to apply the final five nails. As each of these slid into place, they would accelerate Jessica’s transformation. Annabelle watched eagerly as Jessica allowed more nails to slide onto her hand - it was going to be so fun to see how bitchy and slutty Jessica ended up.

Meanwhile the girl was busy day dreaming again. What Amiee had said intrigued Jessica. On Monday when she went back to school - how hard would it be to take over and become super popular? Oh it would be easy babe- since Jayde left there has been a power vacuum. Her old lieutenants Molly and Erica are too busy fighting each other to establish themselves as Queen Bees. They are both waiting to see who gets selected to be Head cheerleader before launching their power moves. The auditions and tryouts are next week. Imagine if you were to apply - imagine if coach Houser chose you to be the Head cheerleader? You’d be the most powerful girl instantly.

As for the rest of the school - Jessica realised that all through her life she had observed little bits of information and been confided in by various people as she had always seemed trustworthy. She knew a lot of secrets and gossip about a lot of people in fact. So - a little bit of a push here - a little nudge there - she could easily make everyone in the school either afraid of her - or so desperate to be her friend they would help her cement her power. The thought made her smile and her lips curved into a wicked grin. It would be easy to become the alpha girl… but did she want to do it? Yes… of course you do. Don’t you want to be slutty and hot? This is your time and no one will be able to stop you.

Jessica giggled as her mind filled with poison and dirty thoughts. At the same time, her outfit began to change as the ninth nail slid into place. Her comfortable sneakers became strappy black heels as her baggy jeans tightened around her legs and rose to be a jeans skirt. Her plaid shirt tightened around her bust and turned pink - transforming into a silky crop top with cute little bows on it. She now looked like a fashionable, sexy, bitch. Her tits were now big D cups and her waist was tiny. Expensive makeup covered her face as she looked down eagerly to see Amiee begin to apply the final nail.

That’s it Jessica. Just a moment longer and you’ll be a hot bitch. It’s going to feel so good - you’re already nearly cumming at the thought of all the bad things you are going to do aren’t you. Screwing boys and stealing them from their girls… seducing older men, bullying the nerds. You’re going to be just like Annabelle… it’s going to feel so fucking good.

“No… wait,” groaned Jessica suddenly as her old personality regained control. “I… this isn’t me… I…”

“Shhhh Jessica,” grinned Amiee grabbing her hand and steadying it. “You know you want this more than anything. In fact why don’t you say it… ? Why don’t you admit what you want me to do? I think we both know by now that these are magic nails and you’re changing into a hotter girl. One more nail and you’ll become a nasty, spoiled, hot, little bitch just like Annabelle paid us to make you. I’ll promise to remove all the nails I put on so far if you tell me to. Otherwise I’ll slide this one on and complete your change. I just want to hear you say it first. Then I’ll make you into a Goddess and you will be free at last.”

On her chair Annabelle gasped and tensed up. Amiee was taking an incredible risk here… what the hell was she doing? All of her work so far could be undone with this risky gamble. Jessica could reassert her control and remove the nails, she would never get another chance like this.

But Amiee knew her craft well. She could smell the wetness in Jessica’s panties and see the lust in her eyes. She could feel the hunger in the girl - the desire to be popular, pretty and powerful.

Jessica moaned and leaned forward. Her free hand with the nails on crept down to her panties and slid inside. She moaned as she rubbed her clit and felt her new bitchy pussy - so much tighter and now shaven, pulse with pleasure. Her big new breasts ached with pleasure and her glossy lips parted in a gasp of lust as she looked into Amiee’s amused eyes.

“Uhhhh, I NEED it… ohhhhhh yes do it… make me into a BITCH! Make me popular and horny. I want to be bad… I want to be sexy and feminine. I can’t stand it anymore, corrupt me please I need it!”

Amiee grinned. She loved it when the girls tipped over into corruption like this. It helped to make the effects of the nails even more powerful. She applied the final nail and Jessica began to cum as her transformation completed itself and her soul turned black as night. YESSSSS, you aren’t going to regret this… you are a bitch now.

“Ugggghhhh YES damn right I’m a bitch now,” giggled and groaned Jessica as she shook and continued to cum. “Ohhhh I’m such a fucking bitch and I LOVE IT!”

Annabelle looked at the transformed bitch writhing in the chair and grinned. Jessica looked amazing, she was still vaguely recognizable, but she looked five times prettier than when she had entered. The nails had done their wicked work perfectly and Jessica was now just the way her Step Mom had always wanted her to be.

Rising from the nail bar like a bitchy Queen, Jessica giggled as Annabelle looked at her wicked new step-daughter with a grin.

“Oh Jessica, you look amazing - you’re perfect.”

“Hmmmm, I like totally am perfect aren’t I? - but you can call me Jessie now Mommy - I feel like a whole new girl and I like it.”

“Just be careful with your new nails,” grinned Amiee. “They are very tough - almost unbreakable in fact… but if they do come loose, the old boring you might come back. Our nails also have a few extra enhancements which I’m sure you’ll have a lot of fun discovering.”

“Thanks so much for my nails Amiee - I will use them to be a bitch, don’t you worry about that.” Jessie purred, flexing her clawed nails, as her head throbbed with naughty ideas and desires. She couldn’t wait to go to school tomorrow and begin her new reign.

“That’s okay,” purred Amiee. “We’re always looking for new customers… make sure you give me a call if you have any more nail needs… I’m always happy to help.”

Hugging Annabelle, the new bitchy Mom and daughter duo smiled at each other. “At last I have the daughter I always wanted,” grinned Annabelle. “Now let's go max out your Dad’s credit card and get you some new clothes and things. We can burn those old frumpy clothes. Tomorrow you take your place as the spoiled new princess slut of our household.”

For Jessie and her Mom - things were just beginning..

CHAPTER 2 - NAILING JASON

Chloe was worried. Her best-friend Jessica hadn’t shown up for school today and there was some new girl causing a stir. The corridor was jammed full of people trying to grab a look and all the boys were saying she was the hottest girl they had ever seen. Great! The last thing the school needed was some hot new bitch coming in and bringing back the cliquey atmosphere they used to have. Jessica was gonna hate that.

“Chloe - have you seen what’s happening?” panted a breathless Nicola as she suddenly emerged from the melee and grabbed her friends arm.

“No - not yet. I’m more bothered about Jessica though than some dumb new girl. It isn't like her to be off without texting us. Something could be wrong.”

“But Chloe - the new girl IS Jessica. She's had some sort of makeover… she looks like a supermodel. I tried to talk to her but she’s walking around with Molly and Elisha like they are old friends and she completely blanked me!”

“What?!?”

Pushing through the crowd Chloe gawped as she beheld Jessie surrounded by admirers. The hot bitch was flicking her blonde hair and flirting with everyone in sight. Her blouse was three buttons open so that her big tits were fully on show and she twirled her hair with her sexy nails, batting her long lashes at the boys and talking like some dumb airhead to Elisha and Molly who dutifully giggled at everything she said.

As Jessie’s gaze fell on her friend, a look of cold disdain crossed the new bitches perfect pink lips. Here came her old friends - but whatever she may have once felt for them, they weren’t nearly popular enough to be of use. It was harsh, but if she wanted to be the Alpha Bitch and BOY did she want that so badly, she was going to have to cut them off.

Jessie deliberately turned her back on Chloe and Nicola and made a rude comment to her new friends Molly and Elisha. She didn’t need her old friends anymore - not now she was sexy, beautiful and soon to be popular. Molly and Elisha approvingly giggled and moved to flank her. They were already automatically starting to assume a position of deference and servility which pleased Jessie. They liked how bitchy and mean she was.

Meanwhile Chloe felt stung, angry and hurt. Her friend looked like some dumb popular bitch and was deliberately ignoring her after being friends for years. She felt tears well in her eyes and without another word she turned and stormed off closely followed by Nicola.

Jessie ignored her former friends for the rest of that week. She was too busy sinking her claws into the fabric of the school and re-establishing the power and dominance of the popular girls clique. Everyone was amazed at how much she had changed from one make-over, but it was actually pretty easy to forget the old her and within a matter of hours most people had accepted her new beautiful and bitchy personality and looks. Maybe there was some power the nails had given or maybe it was because she was so fucking hot now.

Whatever the case Jessie was now mean, bitchy and beautiful. In little under a week she was the most popular girl at school and had slipped into the power vacuum, becoming the Alpha girl just as she wanted. She would play with her hair all eyes drawn to her slutty nails as every girl wished they could have a manicure like that and every guy imagined those nails wrapped around their cocks.

After a fortnight she was even more established. It was like there was a glamour around her - accelerating her rise - helping people to accept her position. She spread mean rumours about other people, used the unlimited money her bitchy Mom gave her to out-fashion and out-dress everyone else and with her new sycophants Molly and Elisha she got the position of Head Cheerleader just as she had wanted.

Finally Chloe and Nicola had enough. They couldn’t bear to watch Jessica acting like this - especially as she refused to speak to them and was bullying other girls. They decided to confront her over what was happening and try to stage an intervention. What had become of their once kind friend?

They found Jessie alone by her locker admiring her slutty nails and doing her makeup. “Eugh… what do you losers want?” she rolled her eyes at them as they approached.

“Everyone else may have forgotten the old you already - but we haven’t! Why are you acting like such a bitch?” demanded the more assertive Chloe whilst Nicola watched nervously.

Jessie laughed in amusement. “Poor poor Chloe… always thought you were so much better than me and Nicola. Now I'm the most popular girl in school, you can't stand it.”

“Jessica- this isn't you. Did your step mom do something to you? Snap out of it babe…” pleaded Nicola.

For a brief moment a strange look crossed Jessica's face. Holy shit - what am I doing? These are my friends! I have to stop this!

But then she looked down and saw the nails on her fingers. Mmmmh I'm so fucking hot and I feel so bitchy. My pussy has never been so wet and I love being bad. I don't ever want to stop this. I want… I NEED more! Jessie moaned as a look of bitchy superiority crossed her features again and her pussy got wet at the thought of being hotter and badder than these bitches ever could be. “I'm sorry Nicola,” she gasped before becoming truly evil once more… “It just feels so fucking good to be hot and bitchy… I love being this way now. Stay away from me if you don't want to get hurt… ohhhh fuck yesssss.” With a shudder evil Jessie was back in control and she grinned mercilessly at her victims. How dare they challenge her?

By now a crowd had gathered - drawn to the drama. Everyone wanted to see how this ended up. They watched their new Queen Bee eagerly - relishing watching her take down yet more losers.

Jessie was only too happy to oblige and almost losing control back to Jessica had made her particularly mean. “Well you drab little uglies - the only thing my Mom did is get me a makeover so I looked good. You two should try it sometime so you don't look like dirty tramps anymore. I've always wondered Chloe, Is your boyfriend Jason gay or something? After all he seems to enjoy kissing you and you basically look like a guy in a skirt…”

Chloe felt anger boil up in her. “You fucking bitch.”

She slapped Jessie hard across the face and would have done more if Nicola hadn't pulled her away. “Leave it Chloe… it isn't worth getting suspended for attacking her. None of these witnesses would stand up for us… they all do what she wants now.”

Jessie felt a cold bitchy anger grow in her as she watched her former friends leave. She glared at the other students… daring anyone to laugh as they slunk away and her cheek burned with the slap and the social embarrassment of it too.

“That fat cow dared to slap me in front of everyone? ME!?! How dare she!” hissed Jessie in incandescent rage. “I was just gonna tease those bitches, but essentially leave them alone… but now?! Now Chloe has to PAY!”

Jessie felt so angry she could burst. She knew she needed to cut Chloe down to size and make every other girl in this school terrified to fuck with her or she would never get full control. She needed to humiliate Chloe and take everything from that bitch. Maybe Annabelle could give her some advice, one evil bitch to another? She would ask when she got home.

That evening after their dinner together in the luxurious bitchy surroundings of their beautiful home - Jessie sat in her PJ's on Annabelle's bed and the pampered bitches discussed what to do.

“She slapped me Mommy,” hissed Jessie in disgust. “I have never felt so humiliated in all my life, I want to rip that bitches hair out and kick her in the face with stilettos on..”

“Now, now dear - that’s not how bad girls like us deal with situations like these. Instead we find her weakness - everyone has one, and then we use it against her. What does Chloe have that she values?”

“Well I guess she has a boyfriend. Jason.”

“Then it’s simple - you take her man and make him yours. She’ll be crushed and everyone at school will see you are the superior bitch.”

“Eugh… it’s a good plan Mommy, but Jason is a loser… a nobody. He’s a nerd. A hot girl like me can’t go out with someone like him!”

“Hmmmmm, that is a problem. I know why don’t you call the salon and speak to Amiee, she’s usually good for situations like this…”

Jessie picked up her rose-gold plated iphone and dialed Amiee, admiring as always how hot her nails looked as she did so. She giggled as Amiee answered and Jessie outlined her problems to her new friend. A slutty smile of wicked glee slowly spread across Jessie’s face as Amiee told her exactly what she could do.

“Oh yes, that is delicious… you never told me that I could do THAT with my new nails… oh yes! Mmmmmh I love these things… oh thanks babe, I can’t wait for school now.”

Annabelle watched with interest as Jessie smirked and put the phone down with a triumphant grin. She wondered what evil plan her wicked step-daughter was hatching now. She didn’t know fully, but she could tell by Jessie’s horny expression that it was obviously going to be rather delicious!

The next day at school, Jessie put her plan into action. It didn't take much to manipulate the school secretary into helping her out, a few well placed compliments to the pathetic middle aged woman and she was eager to help Jessie with anything she needed. Gladly she sent a message over the school intercom that Jason was to report to Mr Phillips classroom as soon as possible.

Jason opened the door to the classroom hoping to find out why he had been summoned by the elderly history teacher. When he entered the classroom, instead of finding Mr Phillips sitting at his desk, he found the room was apparently empty. Figuring that the teacher had just stepped out for a moment, Jason decided to find himself a seat and wait patiently until Mr Phillips returned.

Hearing the door close behind him Jason turned round and found Jessie standing in the doorway. “J..J...Jessica?” he stuttered, not quite believing how much the former tomboy had changed.

“The one and only.” she replied, flashing him a seductive wink “But I prefer to go by Jessie now babe” she purred.

“What do you want?” Jason asked, keen to get out of the situation as soon as he could.

“You.” she answered, looking him straight in the eye. “That pathetic little bitch you call a girlfriend had the nerve to slap me yesterday in front of everyone. I figured that stealing you away from her would be the perfect way to humiliate her.”

“Look Jessica, I’m flattered, really I am.” Jason said “but I’m in love with Chloe, and I would never even think of doing anything like that to her.”

Jessie, completely unphased by Jason's attempted rejection, began slowly and sexily advancing towards him, smiling wickedly to herself as she watched Jason physically tense up, not having any experience resisting the advances of a beautiful girl like her.

Jason just stood there motionless, like a deer caught in headlights, before he had managed to react she was pressed up against him, his head swam as her sweet perfume began to intoxicate his senses.

“I...I…I said no” he stammered weakly, using every ounce of willpower he had left.

Still unperturbed, Jessie delicately placed her hand on his bicep and leaned in to whisper softly into his ear.

“I’m sorry, but you don't really get a choice in this I’m afraid.” she whispered before firmly squeezing down on his bicep, her talon like nails digging down and piercing his flesh.

Feeling the nails penetrate his skin, Jason didn’t cry out in pain, instead he found himself unable to move as he felt Jessie's voice enter his mind.

I told you I would make you mine, but I can't be seen with a loser like you. If you're going to be mine you need to be taller, stronger and much more powerful…

Powerful. The word resonated through every part of him, like a gentle throb, in time with the beating of his heart it pulsed. As it did Jason slowly began to change, he grew taller, his shoulders broadened and his thin, wiry muscles began to swell, becoming more defined as they did so.

It feels good, doesn’t it? Believe me it gets so much better when you embrace it….

Jason couldn’t deny that she was telling the truth, but somewhere deep in his mind he was still fighting, clinging on to who he was and resisting the temptation to give in to Jessie's alluring voice.

There is no need to resist babe, think how much better your life will be… You will no longer be the victim but instead you can be in charge and rule this school through fear and intimidation.

Images started to flash through his mind of all the times he had been bullied throughout the years, but there was something different… this time he was looking through at things from the other side, this time he was the bully and it felt good, really good. He felt so strong, powerful as he experienced beating up nerds, shoving them in lockers and just watching all of the losers run away from him in fear. A wicked smirk spread across his face as Jason began to enjoy the images that bombarded his mind.

You want it now don’t you? Let go, become my perfect man and you can have it all...

It was at that moment that finally Jason's will crumbled and he succumbed completely to the corrupting influence.

Thats it babe, I can feel it now, you are all mine…

The visions running through his head intensified but now they focused on only one thing, Jessie. He wanted her so badly and he realised that he deserved to have the bitchiest baddest girl at school as his girlfriend. Chloe was so pathetic. Why would he go with a girl like that when he could bang the tightest, sluttiest pussy on campus instead? Jessie smiled wickedly as she saw the corruption take and leaning in kissed him hard with her wet pink lips, her tiny tongue in his mouth as she French kissed him and he grabbed her waist and pulled her hot teenage body against his.

“Mmmmmh, oh yes Jason,” moaned Jessie as he kissed her neck and massaged her boobs through her blouse. He wanted her badly and they were both hot for each other now. But Jessie knew things were about to get even hotter...

As they made out Jason's changes accelerated tenfold. His shirt began to bulge as powerful slabs of muscle developed under his chest and his abs tightened up to give him the powerful physique of a star quarterback. His face became slightly more angular and his hair darkened and shortened on his head to a neat short back and sides like all the football squad favoured. Jessie moaned and cooed, running her slutty hands and her evil names over his arms and torso as she felt her man get bigger and stronger. “That’s it baby… become the bad boy you know you want to be…”

Jason grinned and flexed his biceps, “Yes, I feel so fucking good, oh YES! Fuck that nerd Chloe, I don’t need her anymore.”

Giggling, Jessie sank to her knees before her new man and tore down his trousers. “That’s right - you’re all mine now and I’m gonna do things to you that bitch never could.” Jessie knew it was risky to suck his cock in a classroom where anyone could see, but she wanted to finish his corruption right away and she was so horny now. The thought of taking Chloe’s boyfriend and making him cum in her mouth was so delicious.

Jason’s cock flopped out… it was still quite average, but was already growing as he continued to transform into a true bad boy. Wrapping her hand around his dick, Jessie began to stroke it. She loved how good her naughty magic nails looked wrapped around a cock. With every pump and stroke Jason’s dick got harder and so did he… the final elements of his transformation occuring as he became a perfect bully who only cared about being popular and buff. Licking her lips, Jessie grabbed her phone and pressed send on a message she had already prepared. That would put the cat amongst the pigeons...

“Are you ready baby? Let me show you what I can do…”

Jason moaned as Jessie slid her wet lips around his dick and began to suck, her cheeks going concave as she slurped and gagged happily on the length. She looked up at him, making perfect eye contact as she bobbed her head up and down on his throbbing cock and he entwined his hands in her soft silky hair and used it to push her head deeper and deeper onto his cock. Jessie giggled, saliva dripping out of the corner of her mouth as she winked at him. Fuck, she loved showing her new boyfriend just how slutty she could be for him. To everyone else she was an ice-princess, to Jason she was gonna be his little cumslut.

“Yeah, that’s it Jessie… suck my big cock. Fuccccckkk, you’re amazing. Mmmmmh it feels so good when you do that. Ohhhh fuck, you’re the best… you’re the fucking best!”

Jason was lost in the most wonderful pleasure and totally besotted with his new girlfriends cocksucking skills. He had never felt anything this good all the time he had been dating Chloe. Now at last he had a real girl who would pleasure him. He was already fantasizing about fucking her… but he knew he would need to treat her right before she let him do that. He was going to treat her like a spoiled princess and if anyone messed with his girl they were gonna get it.

Hot slurping noises filled the room as Jessie bobbed her head up and down on his cock and he felt his balls start to tingle. “Ohhhh yeah, nearly there baby…” She intensified her sucking, using her spare hand to massage his balls and tip him over the edge.

Meanwhile at the window to the door, the agonised face of Chloe appeared. She had received a mysterious message a few minutes ago telling her to go to this classroom. She had been looking for Jason for ages now, wanting to take comfort with her boyfriend after the cruel way Jessie had treated her. As she peered through the glass, she gasped in shock to see the evil slut herself on her knees sucking some dumb meat-head’s cock.

“That little slut,” spat Chloe as she watched Jessie at work. Then her heart went cold with horror. Jessie had positioned the entire scene so that the boy she was sucking off was completely visible opposite the window. That way Chloe had a perfect view of his face… and although that face was slightly different now - more handsome and manly… it was definitely the face of her boyfriend Jason.

“NOOOOOOOO!” screamed Chloe bursting into the room, even as with a grunt and a gasp Jason cummed into Jessie’s mouth. She moaned happily and pulling off his cock with a hot wet slurp, turned with a cummy smile to face her rival.

Slurping up the dripping cum from her chin, Jessie swallowed every drop and then standing up slid her hand round Jason’s cock possessively as she deliberately continued to stroke him. “Hey bitch, do you like what I did to your boyfriend. He’s mine now and this big cock is all mine to play with. I can’t wait to ride him later.”

“YOU FUCKING BITCH,” screeched Chloe rushing forward to grab Jessie. This time she wasn’t just going to slap Jessie she was going to smash her face in.

WHAM. Chloe screamed as Jason’s muscled arm hit into her chest smashing her backwards and sending her sprawling to the floor. “Keep away from my girlfriend you pyscho bitch,” he growled. “You touch her again and you’ll regret it.”

Chloe burst into tears whilst Jessie watched with a superior smirk. “No Jason you’re my boyfriend, don’t let her do this - I thought you loved me.”

“Haha, who could love a nerdy loser like you? You’re fucking pathetic. I’m with Jessie now and it feels so good.”

“Come on baby, let’s leave this loser to her pathetic tears.” Sliding her hand inside her boyfriends, her new nails glinting as she led him out of the room, Jessie smirked and giggled as she passed Chloe. “You should never have messed with me bitch…”

For a moment in her own mind Jessica felt a surge of horror at what she was doing to her former friend, then her bitchy new personality reminded her of how good it had felt to suck Jason’s dick and her cruel perfect smile returned to her lips. Yes - things were so perfect now she was an evil bitch…

Meanwhile Chloe looked after Jessie and sobbed. The once feisty and confident girl felt like a complete wreck. Her life was falling apart and she didn’t know how to fix it. Surely things couldn’t get any worse though… could they?

CHAPTER 3 - NAILING NICOLA

Nicola just couldn’t wrap her head about what had happened over the past few weeks. First her best friend Jessica gets hot overnight and becomes the school’s new Queen bee. That was weird enough, but Jessie as she was now known had become a total bitch as well, finding any reason to torment, bully and demean her former friends.

That was weird enough but then, even weirder, Chloe's boyfriend Jason somehow went from being a scrawny nerd to a muscle-bound Jock and the new school bully. Everyone was saying it was because Chloe had dared stand up to Jessie and because of that now no one was brave enough to fuck with her. Jessie was riding high on a wave of superiority. She was now undisputed Queen of the school and seemed to love every minute.

Meanwhile - Nicola had never felt more alone and isolated. Her other friend Chloe had experienced some sort of mental collapse when she lost Jason and sunk into depression and apathy. The once vibrant girl was just a pale shadow of herself - sobbing unhappily at home and refusing to see anyone. She had been “sick” for the last few days now and not at school - Nicola knew that her friend just couldn’t face the sight of the school’s new power couple and she couldn’t really blame her.

Thing is - Nicola still believed that there was some good in Jessie. She believed some hint of the girl she once knew must be inside. The girl who was a tomboy and liked kickboxing and soccer… the girl who was kind and loyal. She had seen it, just before Chloe had slapped her, she had seen Jessie waver, some semblance of guilt was showing through. It may not have been much but it was there, a small crack in the seemingly perfect veneer that was Jessie, but that was all Nicola needed to give her hope.

Nicola had always been quiet and a bit of thinker. She knew that something had to have happened to make Jessica into Jessie and was determined to work out what. It probably had something to do with that bitchy Step Mom of hers Annabelle. She thought back to the last conversation she had with the old Jessica. She remembered her friend had been annoyed about having to get a manicure. Maybe that had something to do with it?

Nicola decided to stick as close as she could to Jessie and watch her carefully. She tried her best to stay out of sight but Jessie didn't seem to be doing anything strange or unusual. After a few days of stalking, Nicola was starting to lose hope. That was until Friday after school, when she saw Jessie leave her two lackeys, Molly and Elisha at the school gates and instead of taking her usual route home Jessie had headed in the opposite direction entirely.

Nicola was thrown by the change and found herself having to run in an attempt to keep up as Jessie rounded a corner out of sight. As she rounded the corner she realised her mistake, she tried to stop but ended up barreling into Jessie who had stopped to check her makeup. The force of the impact threw Jessie to the ground.

“Watch where you are going you careless little bitch!” Jessie screamed at Nicola as she brought herself to her feet

“J...J.. Jessie I'm so sorry!” Nicola tried, not wanting to face the wrath of her former friend.

"it was an accident.. I didn't mean to...”

“Shut up! Look what you did! You useless little tramp! You cracked my nail!” Jessie screeched as Nicola backed away fearfully, fully expecting to be attacked as she saw the venom in Jessie’s beautiful eyes. Then suddenly the full impact of what had happened occurred to the super-bitch and she stopped still, turning white as a sheet with fear. The popular girl was staring at her hand is fascinated horror, one of her perfect sexy nails had indeed snapped nearly to the quick.

A sensation like having a bucket of cold water thrown over her, ran through Jessie, from head to toes, and she groaned - clenching her fists, sinking to her knees and gritting her teeth as if she were in terrible pain. “Uuuuhhhh, what’s happening to me? Something is ahhhhh wrong!”

Jessie could almost feel the confidence draining out of her… the certainty that she was right to be so mean, that she was perfect in every way was fading. Like her broken nail… a million splinters of doubt and guilt suddenly cracked through her persona, fracturing her bitchy supremacy and making her feel bad for the first time since she had put on the nails. Maybe she wasn’t better compared to everyone else after all? No! Where were these doubts coming from?

The events of the last month suddenly looked very different and Jessie suddenly realised she had become a completely evil bitch who only cared about her own pleasure and power. She couldn’t justify the things she had done and the love and affection she had once felt for Nicola and Chloe came flooding back as a sob wracked itself up from her chest and she began to cry.

“Nic?” Jessie asked, looking up at the retreating girl in front of her with her usually perfect makeup running down her face as tears were flowing from her eyes “I….I… couldn’t help it, i’m s...s...sorry”

Nicola paused… as she watched her former friend carefully, she seemed to be changing. Jessie was losing some of her glamour. Her hair seemed slightly less shinier and her eyes were no longer cold and wicked. It was like the old her was reasserting herself somewhat, returning from the dead. The blonde faded from Jessie's hair and her old brunette hair coloration slowly returned.

“Jessica, is that you? The real you?” Nicola asked, stepping forward cautiously. “I don’t understand what is happening here? Did I hurt you?

Jessica shook her head, tears running down her cheeks. “No… but you broke one of my nails. It’s my nails Nic, they made me like this. Snapping it must have brought the old me back for a while… but the rest of the nails are still on my fingers. Ahhhh, I can still feel the urges, the desires to be a bitch controlling me and making me weak. I don’t know how long I can hold Jessie back… she is too strong and I like being her too much, please we don’t have long.”

They sat down on a nearby bench and Jessica proceeded to tell Nicola everything about what had happened over the past few weeks. From her first trip to the Nail Salon to all the evil wicked things she had done - it made for a pretty incredible story.

“Wow - I can’t believe Annabelle did this to you Jessica… what a bitch. She wanted you to be just as nasty as she was, but it’s over now, all we have to do is get the rest of those evil nails off your fingers and you’ll go fully back to normal.”

“It’s not that simple Nic. I don’t know if I can go back. You don’t understand, these nails have ruined me. Even without them on… I… I think I like some of the things I did. I think I like dressing girly and having sex with boys now. I think I like being a girly girl. I can’t imagine going back to some trampy tomboy… it just, isn’t me anymore.”

“No! It is you Jessica. It’s your true-self, you’ve only forgotten. That girl is you and we can help her, please I want my true friend back.”

“Listen Nic. I’m a bad person. I’m really not who you think I am,” sobbed Jessica. “You have to understand. I LIKED those things that I did… no… I LOVED them. Being popular and powerful felt so good. Fucking Jason and turning him into a bad boy was so delicious, destroying Chloe and turning her into the laughing stock of the school with no self confidence - I would do it all again given the chance. Don’t you see - I’m evil.”

“Jessica… stop it. You are not evil. An evil person wouldn’t be this honest with themself. Listen, I’ll always be your friend. I will always accept you for who you are and try to support you. If you say you felt good about some of the bad things you did- then at least you aren’t lying to yourself. Maybe the old Jessica is gone, but you’re not that total bitch Jessie anymore either. Maybe you can be a new Jessica, someone who likes to dress nice and be girly, but is also a good person. Whatever the case we can get through it together.”

Jessica hugged Nicola and they held each other for a few minutes, comforting one another. Nicola found herself crying too… it felt so good to have her friend back - she never wanted to lose her again.

“Promise me I won’t lose you again Jessica,”

“I promise… I swear it Nicola. Whatever happens you and I will be friends forever. I won’t leave you again.”

“So what are you going to do?” asked Nicola as she dried her face. “Are you going to take off the rest of the nails?”

“Yes… I think so. I have some remover at home, I’m going to try and use it. Then I need to see if I can hide it from my Step-Mom. Look, I’ll see you at school tomorrow - we can work out what we are going to do next after that.”

Nicola smiled, she was pleased her friend was going to be free again soon. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow. Good luck with the nails.”

“Thanks,” waved Jessica as she watched her friend walk away and the friendly smile dropped away to be replaced by an anguished expression.

I wonder if she suspects what you’re about to do Jessica? Do you think she realises all the way through that pathetic conversation, you were thinking about becoming me again? It’s going to feel so good to get your nails redone - maybe you’ll be even bitchier as me than before… now your resistance to being a slutty bad bitch is lowered, you’ll enjoy your corruption all the more.

Jessica moaned as she felt her pussy get wet at the thought of becoming Jessie again. “Noooo, I shouldn’t… I should take these damn nails off and go back to being…”

A nobody? Don’t fool yourself babe… you love what you’ve become. You enjoyed sucking Jason’s big fat cock in front of Chloe. You love how pretty you are… you even love that you and Annabelle get on so well now. Being spoiled and treated like a Princess is the best. You know what you need to do.

“I need to get my nails redone, I want to feel powerful again,” groaned Jessica. “I want to be a fucking bitch.”

Yesss, good girl. You know what you want, so take it. Ring Amiee now and book an emergency appointment. Become Jessie again and let’s continue our rise to ultimate power.

Jessica pulled out her phone. If she did this, she would be admitting to herself that she wanted and needed to be a bad little bitch. She couldn’t blame Annabelle… she couldn’t say that it was all someone else’s fault, she would be admitting it was SHE that wanted and needed this. Her pussy was so wet now, she felt so turned on at the thought of giving in and being Jessie again. It as almost as if the nails had been designed to break so she would be put in this position… surely that couldn't be true? All she knew was that she needed to feel superior again - she needed the power of the magic nails and she was going to have it. With a moaning whimper, she dialed the salon, her first step on the path to corruption eagerly taken.

“Hello… Amiee… it’s me Jessica, I mean Jessie. I need your help… I need a new set of nails… ohhh fuck, yes, an even bitchier set? Yes… I want that… an even bitchier set than last time would be perfect. Do it to me, I’ll be there right away.”

Checking she wasn’t being followed, Jessica put her phone away and hurried away. Her destiny awaited, it was time to get bad again.

************

Nicola checked her phone all that evening and night. She thought Jessica might ring or text to say what was happening - but there was nothing. She decided her friend must be feeling ashamed and decided she would comfort her when they met the next day at school… it must be hard to go back to normal after being like that.

The next day at school Nicola looked around for Jessica, but she couldn’t see her. She went to her locker, and it was then that she heard it. Clip clop, clip clop - the sound of high heels approaching.

Turning around as if in a dream, Nicola’s mouth dropped open as she saw Jessica striding down the corridor. She looked like something out a teenage boys wet dream. Every inch of her perfect body seemed to ooze sexuality and decadence, and she was wrapped in delicate figure hugging designer fabrics and expensive perfume. Her blonde hair looked like that of an angel and the triumphant smile of bitchiness on her perfect, full kissable lips was enough to make anyone tremble in lust and fear.

Nicola’s eyes were drawn to Jessie’s fingers. Each was now topped by a long slutty fingernail, perfectly manicured claws - even longer and bitchier than before. The Goddess didn’t even look at Nicola, simply walked past her and strode onwards - she had no time for losers. Her new set of nails had made her even more beautiful and much more powerful. She could do ANYTHING now and her domination of the school would continue.

“Nooooo, Jessica, what have you done?” groaned Nicola inwardly as she felt herself well up with despair. “You said you wouldn’t leave me again, how could you?” Nicola felt like crawling under her locker and sobbing… but that was exactly what Jessie wanted and she wasn’t about to do it.

“I can still save her. If I can overpower Jessie and remove all the nails, I just know she’ll be okay. I need Chloe… she has to help me.”

Nicola didn’t like bunking off school, but this was an emergency. She ran all the way to Chloe’s house and banged on the door till her friend opened the door. She looked tired, sad and depressed - Nicola felt so sorry for her.

“Nicola, I already told you - I don’t want to see anyone. I’m sick, I don’t know what is wrong with me exactly, I just feel so down and tired. Please go.”

“No wait! Chloe, I found out what happened and I know how to fix all of this. Please listen.”

There was something so forceful about the way Nicola said it, that Chloe found herself coming out of her depression and looking at her friends intense expression in wonder. Nicola began to explain everything and Chloe’s eyes widened in wonder as she was told about the strange events of the last few months and finally learned the truth.

“Magic nails? It seems incredible… but if you’re right then there is a way to save Jessica and get things back to normal. Maybe Jason will even go back to his old self if we bring down that bitch Jessie,” mused Chloe.

“So will you help me?”

“I… I don’t know. I tried to stop Jessie before and it didn’t go well. I’m not sure I have the confidence to do this Nic.”

“Come on Chloe, I believe in you. If we stick together, the power of our friendship will be too strong for even Jessie to stop us.”

“I… I guess so. Okay.. I’ll do it. I’ll help you stop Jessie, what’s the plan?”

“Well it’s not the most sophisticated plan I ever came up with,” smiled Nicola, “but if we can overpower and tie up Jessie, then we can use some nail remover to get those damn things off her. I’ll lure her into an empty classroom and then if you can get the jump on her, the two of us should be able to take her.”

“We’ll have to be careful though, we need to find a time when she is alone. She doesn’t seem to go anywhere without those two little sycophants of hers in tow.” Chloe chimed in.

“True, plus we need to look out for Jason as well now.” Nicola said, she felt bad for mentioning him, but she knew that it had to be done for the sake of the plan. “I’ve been keeping tabs on her all week, so I think I have a pretty good idea of her routine now. It's risky, but I think there is a window of opportunity that we can use, either way, we have to try.”

************

Chloe's heart was in her mouth as she waited nervously by the girls bathroom. A careful scrutiny of Jessie's routine had revealed that there were only a few times she was without her entourage… so they didn't have long to act.

Molly and Elisha were not exactly the two brightest girls in school and so they had to have extra tuition every Friday at eleven. Meanwhile now he was a stud, Jason was busy practicing for the Football Squad. Jessie was all alone for an hour and as was her habit, she liked to sneak out of lessons and do her makeup in the girls toilets.

Nicola and Chloe had acquired a rope to tie up Jessie and their plan was to over-power her and remove the nails by force. Slowly, the rope taut in Chloe's hands - they crept inside the bathroom and prepared to pounce.

To their surprise the room was empty. There was no sign of the uber bitch. Chloe looked nervously at Nicola. “Are you sure you saw her go in here?”

She crept forward, then suddenly the door to the nearest stall smashed open - crashing into Chloe and sending her flying. Laughing cruelly, Jessie pounced out and as Nicola tried to grab her, she sent a perfect kick into her ribs and spinning around cracked Chloe under the chin causing her head to snap back and for her to crash to the floor.

“Hahaha, did you bitches forget I used to be a kick-boxing champion before I got my new nails? I may be a slutty Princess now but that doesn't mean I can't take out you losers.” Walking over cooly to Chloe she grabbed the rope from the groaning girls hands and expertly bound her hands and feet to truss her up like a turkey.

“Tut tut Nicola. Did you think I hadn't spotted you following me? Do you really believe I hadn't anticipated your every move? What a stupid plan…”

“I had to try something! You said I wouldn't lose you again!” Nicola said “How could you do this to yourself? You promised!”

“I was being honest you know” Jessie said with a smugness in her voice “I really did mean it when I said we would be friends forever. I just had a different idea about what that might look like.”

Groaning as she came back round, and seeing the desperate situation, Chloe panicked as she saw Jessie advancing on her friend. Things had gone really wrong again and Nic was no match for this bitch. “No! Leave her alone, she's not a threat to you! What do you want from her?” Chloe screamed from across the room, still struggling against the rope that bound her.

“Well, if you must know Chloe, just like when you showed me your true colours the other week, Nicola finally showed me hers.” Jessie said, turning to taunt Chloe “But unlike you, Nicola wasn't just a jealous little bitch. She actually cared about me, she was still loyal after everything that has happened. I knew she would do anything to 'save’ me, once I had become my better self again. So I decided that I would save her instead, save her from being a unpopular nobody and to save her from having to be friends with you”

Jessie turned and reached into her designer bag, pulling out a small black box. She opened it up as she walked slowly over towards Nicola revealing a full set of long nails. “My friend Amiee gave me these, they are only press-ons so they won't last too long, but it should definitely be long enough to help you see things my way.”

As she watched Jessie delicately pull the first nail out of the case Nicola retracted her fingers and clenched her fists tightly, hoping in vain that it might stop all of this from happening. Tears streamed down her face as she begged for Jessie to stop “I don’t want this Jessica”

“That's what I said Nic… but it feels so fucking good to be a spoiled bad girl. You are going to love being a bratty princess, you'll be a popular girl just like Me, Molly and Elisha… soon you'll understand. I can't wait to make you a bitch like me. I understand now just how wet this must have made Mommy when she corrupted me. Now are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way bitch?”

“No! I won't let you put those things on me,” whimpered Nicola as she backed fully against the wall. “Keep back.”

“Awwwww that's too bad,” smiled Jessie nastily. “The hard way then. I don't wanna hurt you anymore, but… for each nail you refuse to wear I'm going to break one of Chloe's fingers. Don't imagine I'm bluffing either. You know I'll do it.”

Nicola sobbed helplessly as Jessie strode over and rolling her over, grabbed Chloe's bound hands. Sliding her hand round Chloe's little finger, Chloe screamed as Jessie began to painfully bend it back.

“Noooo! Don't do it Nicola. Let her ahhhhhh break my fingers, I don't ahhhhhh want to lose you too.”

“One more twist and it's gonna snap,” hissed Jessie gleefully as Nicola sobbed. She couldn't bear to see Chloe in such pain. It was too much.

“No stop… I'll do it… I won't resist. Please don't hurt Chloe anymore.”

Releasing Chloe's hands, Jessie rolled her over so she could see and picking up the nails guided Nicola over to the mirror. “Give me your hand. You're gonna look so pretty babe, soon you will be hot just like me.”

Nicola shivered as Jessie gently applied the first nail. She felt an immediate tingle and a strange thrill. It looked so weird on her finger… so sharp and sexy.

Maybe you can fight this? Maybe it's possible to wear the nails and not be a bitch? Just imagine it, the nails will make you beautiful and popular. They could let you set an example, show everyone that being popular doesn't mean being a bitch.

A second nail slid into place.

Then again… why not be a bitch? Jessie seems to enjoy it and you could be friends with her again.

A third.

Oooh… are my tits gonna get bigger? I've always wanted bigger tits… and a cute bum. In fact prettier lips and oooh green eyes. Yeah so I look like a slutty girl… that would be hot.

Four nails.

Ohhh shit… they are… my tits… are oooooh swelling up and my hair is getting longer. Yes! I always wanted long hair but my stupid bitch of a mom totally didn't allow it. Why the fuck has she insisted on me trying to be clever all these years… where did that get me? I wanna burn all those science books she bought me and replace them with makeup and clothes.

Five nails.

Jessie was right… this does feel good. Really fucking good. I can't believe I tried to resist. My hand looks so fucking good. I can just imagine it wrapped round some big fucking cock… jerking it till all that lovely cum comes out. Mmmh I like cum…

Tied up and unable to do anything Chloe sobbed as she watched Nicola transform before her very eyes. Her friend was being corrupted and as she grew thinner, bustier and sluttier - Chloe could only imagine the mental transformation happening behind those cruel green eyes.

“Ohhh yeah Jessie,” giggled Nicola, “hurry up and put the last one on… I love it.”

“Why don't you put the last one on yourself…. Nikki? A bad girl like you should know how to do your nails...”

“Ummmmm okay Jessie. Ohhh like Nikki is sooooo cute by the way. Great call Jessie,” grinned Nikki eagerly taking the final nail and applying it herself. As she did so her new tighter pussy throbbed and she squeezed her legs together with a needy gasp. “Ohhhhh fuck I think I just came, ohhhhh that feels so good. Mmmmh I feel great babe! Thanks so much!”

Jessie grinned. The dumb little cocktease in front of her used to be one of the smartest girls in school. Instead she was now a naughty spoiled party girl and Jessie's best friend again. Nikki was the kind of dumb bitchy girl that would loyally support her no matter what and get them into fun adventures wherever they went. She was now the perfect slut-kick.

They hugged in that false bitchy way popular girls do and Nikki giggled as she wiggled her fingers and admired her nails. “Ohmigosh I love them.”

“Just wait till we get you a proper set at the salon,” purred Jessie. “Then you'll know how real bitchiness feels.”

“What about her?” indicated Nikki as they both looked at Chloe whimpering in the corner.

“Haha, forget about her. I think we broke her mind entirely. She's a nobody now… no friends, no boyfriend, no life! Lets go.”

As Nikki and Jessie left arm in arm, Chloe giggled almost madly to herself in the corner. “You fucking bitch - you've taken everything from me! Well I'll have my revenge, even if it means finding that salon and becoming an even bigger bitch than you! I'll do whatever it takes to rob you of your power and become alpha-slut of this school.”

She began working the ropes and grinned as she felt them loosen. Jessie thought she was out of the game, but as far as she was concerned… they were just getting started…!

CHAPTER 4 - NAILING CHLOE

Catching her reflection in the window of the nail salon - Chloe almost wanted to giggle insanely. She knew her recent experiences had changed her for the worst, but she looked even more haggard than she remembered. The face in the glass was the face of a girl capable of anything... indeed she barely recognised the hollow looking, wild-eyed girl she saw there. The once confident and kind girl she had been was no more, but there was no time to mourn. She had too much to do, and her revenge was going to be so sweet.

It had taken some effort to find this place. This was the source of the corruption, the place where it had all begun. Chloe knew that this was where Jessica had been transformed, and now that Nikki was under the influence of a set of nails too, it was where she also had to come to maintain her bitchy new body. It had only been a matter of time before the two of them got lazy and Chloe was finally able to follow them. Now she knew where the nails came from... and maybe if she could acquire her own set, she could out-bitch Jessie once and for all.

Opening the door, Chloe walked inside and straight up to the receptionist, a bored looking hot blonde. She was gorgeous, but with a slightly wicked and mischievous look to her features that screamed ‘bitch’. Right now she was insolently chewing bubble gum whilst flicking through a fashion magazine and browsing her phone at the same time.. Her badge said ‘Evie’ and from her demeanour it was clear that she wasn’t particularly enamoured of her current job.

Chloe hesitated for a moment… unsure of how to proceed, then decided to play it safe to start with. “Erm, hello, I’d like to make an appointment to have my nails done. I want your… special service actually,” she said as nonchentaly as she could.

The woman snorted in derision and blew a pink bubble with a wet *pop*. Without even looking up from her magazine, she called across the shop in a slightly sarcastic way. “Hey! Another stray for you Amiee... you’re just sooooo popular these days. She says she wants the special...”

Another woman appeared from the back of the shop, a cute looking brunette. She shot the blonde a slightly icy look and pursed her lips as she obviously tried to hide her uncharacteristic irritation . “Evie, we’ve talked about your attitude and manner with the customers, please can you try harder?”

Evie insolently blew another pink bubble and ignored Amiee as the brunette took Chloe to one side.

“Sorry about that… now I understand you would like the special. May I ask how you know about that? We are very particular with our customers here… who sent you?”

“Cut the crap bitch,” snarled Chloe suddenly, her pretence of being nice dropping almost instantly. “I know that slut Jessie gets her nails here and I want a set too. I’ll pay twice what she does and if you don’t help me, I’ll find a way to bring this place down, believe me.”

The friendly smile dropped from Amiee’s face, but she showed no sign of fear or being intimidated. “Ahhhhh, you must be Chloe. I’ve heard all about you from Jessie, what a horrible jealous little slut you are. Tut, tut… do you really think you’re the first person we have had come here trying to threaten us? We have powerful friends, believe me… threatening this place is a bad idea. Trust me dear, your threats are meaningless and even if I was intimidated, understand that Jessie is one of our most valued customers, she’s my greatest achievement actually. It’s taken me years to find a host so perfect for my nails. I’ve never seen a girl so thoroughly bonded to the corruption. She’s my masterpiece and I look forward to helping her dominate this town in years to come.”

Chloe gulped as Amiee advanced on her. There was a quiet menace to the woman and she suddenly noticed that Amiee had very sharp nails herself. “That’s right dear, you wouldn’t like it if I scratched you with my nails… believe me, we have ways of protecting ourselves here. Now get out of my shop, I have things to do and I don’t expect to ever see you here again.”

Turning on her heels, Amiee swept regally away without a second glance. Chloe realised she had been backed up against the wall and her heart was pounding. She felt despair clutching at her heart and she wanted to sob. She had come here so full of fire, so sure she was willing to do anything for revenge… but she had failed again. She was useless and Jessie had won. She felt the black despair that had previously consumed her starting to return.

“You quit pretty easily don’t you?” smirked a snide voice and she turned to see the blonde was watching her intently.

“Fuck you bitch. Your boss may have beaten me this time, but I’m not quitting yet,” snarled Chloe.

“Amiee isn’t my boss,” grinned Evie. “And she’s not the only one who knows how to do the ‘special nails’. Amiee and I have a bit of rivalry, she’s currently on-top after I made a few mistakes, but I’d like to get back at her if I can. How about I help you out and in return you take down her favourite new toy? If Jessie eventually rejects the power, it will look really bad on Amiee and maybe I’ll get to be top manicurist again!”

Chloe felt her heart race as she realised that Evie was offering to potentially help her. “You’ll make me a bitch like Jessie?”

“Hah, I’ll make you an even bigger bitch than Jessie, no one does bad-girl like me babe,” giggled Evie. “But first you have to stop thinking so small. What’s the point in just making you like Jessie? If you really want to hurt her and beat her, you need to go for her soft-spot.”

“And what’s that?”

“Why… her beloved Daddy of course. Even if she’s a vain, naughty bitch, I bet she still cares for him in some sense… and even if she doesn’t, without Daddy’s money she’ll struggle to be an Alpha. These nails aren’t cheap you know.”

“So how can you help me take down her Daddy?” asked Chloe eagerly, her mind racing as she realised she might have the power to destroy Jessie and Nikki after all.

“Let me do your nails and you’ll see. Trust me, you’ll love how they make you feel,” grinned Evie, taking Chloe by the hand and leading her off to a private room towards the back of the salon. Evie closed the door quietly as they entered, locking them in and making sure that Amiee had no opportunity to disturb them.

Evie sat Chloe down at the nail bar and got to work straight away, filing and cleaning Chloe’s nails, preparing them for the main event. When she had done, she brought out a set of long plain acrylic nails.

“This may take a little while, I wasn’t expecting this kind of opportunity so I need to start from scratch with this set.”

Chloe said nothing, sitting silently and grinning maniacally as she watched evie carefully begin painting and shaping the nails. Evie seemed like a woman possessed as he made the preparations, constantly whispering to herself as she delicately crafted her masterpiece. Chloe tried to make out what Evie was whispering but it all just sounded like gibberish. She didn’t care though, all she could focus on was the growing excitement that came from knowing that she would finally be able to take her revenge on Jessie.

“Are you ready?” asked Evie with a wicked smirk as she took Chloe’s hand, ready to apply the first nail.

Chloe nodded enthusiastically, her eyes fixated on the long elegant nail that Evie held, poised just above her fingertip.

“Enjoy this babe, the first time is always the best” Evie said as she delicately pressed the first nail down onto Chloe’s finger. The enchanted nail fused itself tightly to Chloe's own nail and she let out a gasp, feeling a wave of pleasure pass over her.

That's it, see how good it feels to embrace it…

Evie continued to slowly and carefully apply the nails watching Chloe intently as she tilted her head back, closed her eyes and savoured the intense pleasure that she was experiencing.

Revenge will be so sweet! Just picture it! Jessie, reduced back down to that pathetic loser that she used to be, knowing that everything she had, is out of her grasp forever. Mmmmmhhh!

The sensations she was feeling caused Chloe's heart rate into overdrive, her nervous excitement mixing with the intense pleasure. She could feel herself changing, she didn't know how. So this was how it had felt for Jessie? No wonder the little bitch was addicted… only a little taste of power was already going to her head.

“Mmmmmore, give me more,” moaned Chloe through her teeth as she delightedly watched Evie begin to apply another nail.

Think how good it will feel to break her spirit, as everything she loves is stripped away from her… think how good it will feel to be a bitch!

Evie watched on, taking a pause between hands to stop and watch Chloe's body begin to change, maturing from the awkward teenager that she was. All of her unwanted fat evaporated as she passed through her twenties, leaving her body lean and toned. Her hips widened as she aged right through to her mid thirties.

Just imagine how it will feel to sink your new, perfect claws into a man and make him yours. Using your power to change him from the meek pathetic little man he is and bend him to your will and make him your tough, hard bodied, big cocked lover...

Chloe’s breathing began to deepen and with each inhale of breath, her chest pushed out a little further. Her breasts becoming larger and more perfect with each long deep breath, big round, fake tits… perfect for having a guys cock between. Big attention grabbing globes, just like she had always secretly wanted. Her formerly kind and low-key personality was warping and twisting just like her body. She was becoming a horny materialistic selfish slut and it felt so fucking good.

That’s right! As a hot bitch you will be looked after, everything you could ever want will be bought and paid for, leaving you to sit back and enjoy a life of luxury. With all the time in the world to embrace your every desire...

Chloe's mind began to race as it filled with images and possibilities, some of which began to spark what felt like memories. Things that on one hand she knew she had never experienced, but on the other felt intimately familiar. How to suck a cock… how to ride a big dick… and how to make others do whatever she wanted. She was a 39 year old, plastic, bimbo bitch now with years of cruel jealous experience and knowledge. Her toned athletic body was perfectly tanned and completely smooth. Unlike younger women, she had spent nearly 20 years perfecting her looks and had become a hot MILF that no man could resist. Even her clothing was changing now, designer brands dripping over her skin as she became a bougie bitch.

Soon you’ll be lying on silk sheets, a dildo between your legs as you cum again and again. You live only for pleasure now. Your pleasure. Take what you want, everything is yours!

Flexing her claws, the transformed slut wanted to laugh in ecstasy. Chloe was a wanton gold-digger now who knew how to make men do whatever she wanted. The final changes occurred as her skin tanned and her lips pushed out into a permanent pout as a perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose in cruel disdain and laughing she commanded Evie to apply the final nail.

“Yes, finish it… it’s time to complete me and time for this bitch to rise! All hail Queen Khloe!”

Khloe moaned and Evie smirked as she applied the final nail and completed her protegee’s corruption into a hot wife. Chloe was unrecognisable now - the hot pouting slut dressed in Chanel and Dior was enough to take away anyone’s breath. She looked like a dirty, high maintenance bitch. Irresistible.

“Ahhhh, I feel so much better now,” grinned Khloe, full of a confidence and cunning she had never known before. Naive and weak old-her was dead and she was now the perfect weapon. Her pussy was already dripping wet as she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. “Mmmmh my titties are so big, so much bigger than the stupid bitch Jessie.”

“Well you turned out hot, even if I do say so myself,” giggled Evie. “I was in such a bad mood, but knowing you’re going to fuck up that bitch Amiee and her stupid clients plans is so fucking delicious. That will teach her for treating me like shit. Of course, I’ll want paying as well. You’re going to need to keep me in regular money if you want to stay this way.”

Khloe grinned. “For this power, I’ll happily pay any price. But if you’ll be so kind as to give me a few days to get the money, first I need to sink my claws into a man and make him all mine.”

“Sure,” laughed Evie. “How about we say this first set is completely free, and once you get set up you begin paying me? Now, my work here is done, now go get them tiger.”

Khloe grinned. “Ohhh, don’t worry. I will!”

With a toss of her perfect hair she strutted to the door and out into the street - reborn bad and ready to cause mischief.

CHAPTER 5 - THE FINAL NAILS

Stretching leisurely upon her sun-lounger and admiring her perfect magic nails, Jessie adjusted her tiny bikini and smiled, feeling the envious glances of all the girls nearby focused on her. Their boyfriends were checking her out, and she was already imagining how much fun it would be to fuck them later… maybe two or even three at once? Making sure they were watching, she picked up a bottle of lotion and began rubbing it into her flawless skin, enjoying how hot it made her look and making sure it went all over her tits and chest so the boys could see.

It was now three weeks since she’d completed her corruption of Nikki and her final defeat of Chloe and Jessie was enjoying a well-deserved break. Convincing the Principal of the school to let her have a three week holiday had been simplicity itself now that she basically ran the place. She’d left Nikki in charge during her absence and had taken herself down to a luxury resort - all paid for by her Daddy’s money.

It was funny - but she hadn’t heard much from her Daddy or Annabelle for several weeks now, but she’d been far too busy enjoying herself to investigate. Turning onto her back, she luxuriated in the sensation of the sun on her body and relaxed, until to her surprise she suddenly heard a voice at her ear.

“Miss?”

“Yes?”

Jessie opened her eyes and looked at a nervous looking hotel employee curiously. What did this loser want?

“Ahem… Miss? I’m terribly sorry to interrupt you, but there seems to be a problem…”

“What?”

“Your, ummm, your credit card has been declined. Your account appears to have been frozen. The manager has noticed you have run up quite a tab and we were worried that…”

“What? Impossible! You idiots must have made some sort of mistake!”

“I’m afraid there is no mistake…”

It quickly transpired that for some reason Jessie’s credit had been cut off. Stunned and outraged she tried to ring her father and Annabelle but neither would answer. Instead she received a message from her Father saying he was on his way and would explain when he got there. Meanwhile Jessie was forced to endure the humiliation of sitting in the lobby under-guard with all her luggage whilst the manager looked at her disapprovingly.

Finally after several hours her Daddy arrived, but there was no sign of Annabelle. Jessie’s mouth dropped open as her Dad entered accompanied by a stunning woman - a stranger with a perfect bimbo body and a killer set of nails. It was strange - there was something almost familiar about the woman, but Jessie couldn’t put her finger on it.

“Daddy, what the fuck is going on? Where is Annabelle? Why am I cut off?”

To her outrage her Daddy didn’t answer, but instead looked at his companion - as if he were looking for her permission to speak.

“Hello Jessica darling. I’m afraid your Step-Mother is currently in hospital… she had a terrible car accident almost three weeks ago and is currently in a coma. Don’t worry though - I’m sure my Sister will pull round soon. In the meantime I’m... looking after... your Daddy.”

The words just hung there suggestively as Jessie’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Annabelle doesn’t have a sister - this is bullshit. What’s happening here?”

“Oh my dear - what a suspicious mind you have. Are you implying that I am impersonating your step-mom’s sister just to get close to your family? You really are quite the madame. As I told your Father, you’re getting quite out of control. Luckily for me that he’s agreed to cut you off and rein you in.”

The superior smirk plastered across this bitches face as she dropped the bombshell made Jessie's blood boil. “You? You’ve done this! You’ll regret this you bitch!”

“Oh… will I? Your Daddy agrees with me that during this difficult time, it’s time for you to play the dutiful daughter. You will go to the hospital every night to be with Annabelle and read to her, and your allowance has been cut to the minimum. Ohhhh, I’ve also cancelled all your hair and nail appointments. That is a pity as your nails are looking a bit shabby dear, I don’t think they’ll last much longer - but going without will teach you an important lesson.”

Jessie’s heart skipped a beat and a cold sweat broke out on her brow. No… this couldn’t be real. Without her magic nails, she’d revert back to her old powerless self. This couldn’t be happening! She wanted to shout and scream at this stupid bitch - but she realised that would be a bad idea. This dumb MILF couldn’t possibly realise about the magic nails - Jessie just needed to bide her time and win her over.

“I’ll arrange for your hotel bill to be paid this time and then we are heading back home, I’m sooo looking forward to getting to know you better."

*** ***

The hospital room was sterile and white - it was a private room of course, paid for by Jessie’s rich Father In the bed lay Annabelle - completely unconscious. Jessie couldn’t believe how old and pathetic she looked. Her former busty beauty was gone and she looked like a very average and tired old lady. An IV dripped fluids into her arm and flowers and cards stood by the bed. A machine helped her breathe… the beeping of the monitor the only sound as Jessie gritted her teeth and repressed the urge to scream.

“Mommy - you really need to wake up, I need you. I’m going to turn back into that loser Jessica if we don’t do something. I finally accepted you as my Mom - I need you to help me. I can’t believe that bitch has done this to us, where did she come from - how did she do this?”

“Haven’t you worked it out yet you dumb bitch?” came a scornful voice from behind her and Jessie whirled around to see her ‘Aunt’ dressed in a fur coat and leopard skin dress leaning by the door. Her nails were obscenely long and pink, they made Jessie feel inadequate… and a horrible suspicion suddenly crossed her mind. Were those… magic nails?

“Ahhhh, you’re finally starting to work it out. Hahah, you thought you’d destroyed me, but I have been reborn and I LOVE the new me so much.”

“Chloe?” gasped Jessie in shock, “But how?”

“You think you are the only one with friends? I found a way to get my own set of magic nails and become Khloe. I knew you’d never suspect that I was now this hot MILF. I love being older and more mature, I feel like such a fucking hot bitch these days and your Daddy is such a good fuck in bed.”

“You’re fucking him?”

“Of course I am. I’m sucking his big fat dick and riding it every night whilst I take all of Annabelle’s belongings and make them mine. As soon as this useless bitch finally dies, I’ll console your poor grieving father and make him my new husband. I’ll be your Step-Mom and you’ll never be rid of me.”

“NO!” screamed Jessie.

“Oh yes… and once I’m fully in control, I’ll make your life a fucking hell. By then of course, you’ll have turned back into the old you… and this time, you won’t be getting new nails. You’ll be trapped as a loser, knowing you were once the Alpha bitch - but unable to have the power and the pleasure anymore.” Khloe laughed and her big tits jiggled as she thought of it.

“How did you do this?” shrieked Jessie.

��Oh it was easy. I waited till Annabelle took the car for a service and I seduced the mechanic. He was too busy fucking my brains out in the back to notice I’d tampered with the brakelines. I was hoping to kill the bitch, but this is just as good. She’s never going to wake up Jessie - she’s a fucking vegetable.”

Jessie screamed and ran at Khloe, raking her nails at the bitches face. Khloe smirked and easily caught her hands, deflecting her attack and Jessie hit the wall, her nails clattering against it and a chip forming on the end of one sexy claw. Jessie felt a wave of nausea and weakness suddenly hit her and she had to focus on staying as her better self as her skin began to crawl and she ruthlessly suppressed the old her from returning.

“Awwww, did you chip a nail. Excellent self control there Jessie… you’re holding your Alpha Bitch form so well - but it can’t last. I give you, maybe a couple of days before you revert back to normal. Once that happens… you’re truly fucked. Mmmmmh, it’s been such fun telling you all this and knowing there is nothing you can do to stop me. Now we should head home, I’m getting horny and your Daddy will want to fuck me.”

Jessie had no choice as the more powerful woman grabbed her in an iron grip and roughly pulled her towards the exit. Her eyes desperately clung to Annabelle and tears stung her eyes as she looked at her now beloved wicked step-mother. Then… as she was dragged out of the room, her eyes suddenly fell on Annabelle’s hands and a flicker of hope filled her. Annabelle didn’t have any nails on her fingers!

*** ***

Pacing her room as a confused Nikki sat on her bed, Jessie grit her teeth at her subordinates incessant questions and tried to explain it again.

“You don’t need to understand, just do as you’re told. Khloe is too powerful to beat now, but she’s made a critical mistake. She thinks Annabelle isn’t coming back - but she is wrong. These nails contain so much power Nikki. They make us fucking Goddesses. With them we can do anything. You have to find Amiee. You have to get her to go the hospital.”

“But like why?” asked Nikki. “Your step-mom is like totally brain-dead.”

“We’ll see about that,” grinned Jessie wickedly. “I think a little manicure might perk her right up. If we can restore her to her former power, she’ll easily take care of Khloe."

Jessie didn’t know - not for sure - but she had to keep acting strong in front of her subordinate. Ambitious beta-girls like Nikki could smell weakness and if the little bitch realised Jessie was in such a bad position, things could get nasty. So far she’d managed to prevent Nikki realising that Jessie couldn’t provide nails for her anymore, she hoped she wouldn’t work it out.

“But why do I have to go?” asked Nikki in confusion.

“Because Khloe is watching my every move and the bitch has convinced my Dad to ground me. You are the only person who is free to act. Take this note to Amiee, she’ll know what to do. Now sneak out of my window and get on with this. Khloe must never find out you were here.”

Nikki nodded and obeyed, and Jessie watched her with a flicker of hope in her eyes. A few moments passed, and then suddenly she heard the door to her room open. Jessie turned round and watched as Khloe walked in with a wicked smirk on her face. The bitch was carrying a bottle of nail remover and had an emery board and a file.

“Hello Jessie. Your Daddy went out tonight and left me in charge… so I thought we’d do some girly stuff together. I thought I’d start by helping you remove those tatty nails of yours. Don’t try to resist, you know it won’t help….”

Jessie whimpered in fear and backed away as Khloe advanced.

***** ****

Amiee looked up irritated from her position on the front desk and glanced at the smirking Evie who was working with one of her old clients. How had this happened? She had been the premier nail artist in this bar, until that bitch Evie had someone engineered things so that the bars best client Annabelle had unexpectedly stopped coming. No one knew the exact details, but an email had been sent from the home address explaining that Annabelle was unsatisfied with her nails and would no longer be supporting them. Amiee couldn’t believe it. They had been making such good progress corrupting Jessica and her friend Nikki and ensuring another generation of bitches to bag extremely wealthy husbands to pay for their nails and support their business model.

As if thinking about her had summoned her, Amiee looked up in surprise as Nikki entered the salon and walked over to her.

“Nikki, a pleasure to see you again,” smiled Amiee. “Your nails must be getting weak, Jessie’s too… are you here to book an appointment, or is there something else going on here?”

Amiee was no fool and she could tell from Nikki’s expression that something serious was happening. As the girl gushed out her story, Amiee’s glance flitted back to Evie and her face turned into a grimace of annoyance. “Now I understand… you did the right thing in coming to me. Don’t worry, we’ll soon put everything back to how it was supposed to be.”

**** **

Jessie wanted to scream, but the ballgag that Khloe had forced into her mouth prevented her. She was trussed up… her legs and arms bound with rope to stop her from struggling as Khloe delicately applied remover to her hands and began to peel off her magic nails.

“Ohhh I can’t wait to see you turn back to normal. Then my victory will be almost complete. I decided I made a mistake telling you my plans, so I’m accelerating them. First I’m going to turn you back into a weak little loser - then I’m going to make you eat my pussy and ass till you worship me as your Goddess. Once I’ve broken your will - I think we’ll pay a visit to the hospital where a tragic accident is about to befall your beloved Step-Mother. Such a pity.”

Jessie moaned helplessly as the first nail came loose and her body tingled and ached as the magic was ripped away. Her delicious golden hair lost its sheen and turned back to it’s unkempt tom-boy state and as more and more of the nails were removed… Jessie began to turn back into Jessica.

Soft pouting lips became dull and plain, hypnotic blue eyes became unremarkable slate orbs and her perfect ass lost its shapes and definition as she became a plain looking girl again. Khloe laughed, loving every minute of watching her rival lose her power - so pleased at her own corruption and that soon, only she would possess the power.

“Mmmmh, once I’ve got Daddy completely under my power, I’m going to stab my nails into that pathetic boyfriend I used to have and make him mine again. I’ll turn him into a dumb, big dicked boy-toy for my own pleasure and amusement. It’s going to feel amazing.”

With a cruel laugh, Khloe tore the final nail from Jessie’s fingers and stared down at the blubbing wreck that had once been an all powerful Alpha-girl. Giggling she leaned in close. “Welcome back… Jessica.”

Jessica’s chest shook and tears ran down her face, smearing her once perfect mascara. Having the nails removed and losing her power left her feeling empty and weak. She was nothing without the nails… nothing without her bitchy strength. She moaned helplessly as Khloe stood up and rolled up her leopardskin dress to reveal a full set of stockings and hold-ups. The regal looking bitch, rolled down her tiny black satin panties to reveal her perfect pussy… perfectly trimmed and neat. Laughing she straddled Jessica and lowered her dripping slit to the other girls face.

“Time to worship your Goddess.”

Jessica groaned as Khloe lowered herself onto her face… smothering her so she couldn’t breathe. She could smell the bitches pussy on her face, suffocating her and then as Khloe shifted position, her nose and face were deep in the sluts pillowy ass.

“Mmmmmh,” moaned Khloe in depraved triumph, “Don’t worry - I’ll let you breathe again in a minute… but I want you to have a taste of how I’m going to execute your weak pathetic Step-Mom. She’ll die, smothered by my perfect ass as I replace her and dominate this family. Think of it as a mercy killing, it’s better this way than her spending the rest of her life on a ventilator.”

Jessica felt so lost and pathetic. Perhaps it would just be better to give into Khloe, to accept her dominance. How was she supposed to fight this?

Wow, you really are such a fucking loser… I can’t believe you are just going to let this bitch dominate you like this. Aren’t you even going to fight back?

A bitchy blonde voice in her head, loaded with contempt brought a wash of adrenaline into Jessica’s body suddenly. It was Jessie… talking to her.

Maybe you don’t deserve to be me after all. Maybe Khloe does deserve the magic nails and you don’t.

Jessica felt a surge of anger as the wicked voice in her head taunted her. She hadn’t ever wanted to become a bitch - but now she had tasted the power and had become addicted to her Alpha girl lifestyle, she was damned if she was going to let anyone take it from her. As her anger rose she suddenly realised that without the nails on her body had changed back to its original form. The kickboxing tomboy with the developed upper body strength and powerful aggression.

She tested her bonds, realising they were not tied particularly well and that her transformation had loosened them. She flexed and wiggled them, Khloe too lost in her facesitting to notice.

“Mmmmh, maybe I will just smother you to death after all,” purred Khloe as she fingered her pussy, enjoying the feeling of power, dominance and revenge. “Maybe you deserve to die kissing my ass. You betrayed me and tried to destroy my life Jessica… I thought you were my friend, but I should thank you. I understand now how good it feels to be an amoral bitch who gets whatever she wants. Maybe I’ll sit on you till you pass out and the oxygen starves your brain. After I’ve dealt with Annabelle, maybe we could hook your comatose vegetable body to the machines and leave you there forever. Ohhhh yes, so many ways I can take my revenge on you.”

Jessica realised Khloe had gone completely insane - she wasn’t sure if the bitch was simply trying to make her afraid or really was now planning to smother her to death too. Spots swan in her eyes and she struggled to breathe as Khloe pushed her perfect ass down harder on her former friends face and suffocated her.

Khloe was close to cumming, lost in the sensations. She loved how wicked her nails looked on her fingers as they pushed in and out of her pussy. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to be an evil bitch.

WHACK.

Khloe screamed as she was suddenly violently thrown from her seat on Jessie’s face. She crashed to the floor and trying to stand up tripped up over her own panties which were around her ankles.

By the time she got back to her feet it was to see that Jessica was on her feet. The bitch had managed to get the ropes off her hands and untie her feet too. The ballgag was still in her mouth, and her eyes blazed hatred and anger as she adopted a kick-boxing pose and Khloe laughed.

“You dumb bitch, you think even in your old body you can take me on?” Khloe hissed and spread her hands like claws, her nails glinting in the light. “One stab from my nails and I’ll be able to dominate your mind and turn you into my slave… just like you did with Jason. The only reason I haven’t till now is I’ve been enjoying torturing you so much.”

Jessica unfastened the ball gag and ripped it from her mouth, her eyes cautious now. She knew the magic nails made Khloe more dangerous than she looked. “I guess I’m going to have to take my chances.”

They circled each other like panthers, then… with a sudden flurry… they attacked!

**** ***

Nikki watched the door nervously - keeping a look out for any Doctors or Nurses that might come in and interfere with what was happening. She didn’t entirely understand what was happening - it was funny that she used to be so smart - and these days it was much easier just to do whatever Jessie told her.

She hoped her leader knew what she was doing… after all, how was putting nails on a comatose woman supposed to help?

Amiee crouched by the bed, concentrating intently on applying the nails to Annabelle’s fingers. As each one slid into place, the monitor by Annabelle’s bed would beep and fluctuate as if something were happening to stimulate her body and mind. Her aging body seemed to look better already. The bruises and cuts from the car crash were vanishing and the grey in her hair was fading to return to silky blackness. Her sagging breasts seemed to be firming up and getting bigger on her chest too. It was like Annabelle was being reborn.

A static charge seemed to build up in the room as Amiee prepared to apply the final nail. Suddenly the heart monitor began to chirp as Annabelle’s heart began to race and brain activity began to register on the monitor. Sliding the final nail onto Annabelle’s finger, Amiee grinned as the body in front of her convulsed and the heart monitor flatlined.

But Annabelle wasn’t dead. Instead her beautiful eyes had flown open and she was ripping the ventilator and the wires from her body as she came back to life. She flexed her nailed fingers and groaned as she sat up - revived by their power and back to her old self

“Amiee… Nikki… what the hell is going on? And where is Jessie?”

**** ***

Jessica kicked out, but to her horror Khloe blocked the blow and moved into her guard. She screamed as the powerful bitch stabbed her nails into her neck, and she felt all the will and resistance drain out of her.

“Good girl,” hissed Khloe, “I guess we’ll just have to do this the easy way.”

A wonderful calm filled Jessica as she realised Goddess Khloe had won. Her mind and body were just playthings for her Mistress now and Goddess Khloe would soon reprogram her into a perfect slave. She couldn’t wait.

Khloe grinned as she felt her power flow into Jessica. Her back to the bedroom door, she revelled in her victory. For one scary moment there, she had thought Jessica had found a way to break free and escape her fate. It was a shame, she had wanted to torment and tease the bitch for longer - but she couldn’t take any further risks. She would wipe Jessica’s mind of all knowledge of the nails and turn her back into a tomboy. Then she would torment and tease her forever, Jessica never understanding why her new Step-Mom was so evil and mean to her. Jessie’s head lolled helplessly on her chest as Khloe prepared to fully dominate her mind and felt her magic nails tingle in anticipation.

It’s now or never bitch… this is your final chance to stay as me and be the Queen.

Jessie felt Khloe’s spell on her break. She knew she only had a few seconds of will power gifted to her by her alter-ego. With a savage roar she threw her head back and felt it connect with Khloe’s face… there was a sharp crack… and the world went black.

**** ****

Annabelle was furious. When she finally got her hands on this bitch Khloe she would make the slut understand the meaning of suffering. Flanked by Amiee and Nikki she hurled open the door to her home and stormed inside, ready to confront and fight Khloe. But she stopped in amazement at the scene that greeted her.

Chloe sat in the middle of the room, firmly bound to a chair - a ball gag deep in her mouth. By the chair sat a nail removal kit and it was clear that someone had already taken the magic nails from her. Tears streaked her face, and there was real fear in her eyes.

“I just thought I’d give her a taste of her own medicine,” laughed a voice and Annabelle purred happily as her step-daughter crashed into her and gave her a huge hug. “Mommy, you’re okay - I knew the nails could save you.”

“I was heading here to save you my dear,” grinned Annabelle, “But it seems you truly are the Alpha bitch. Even without the nails, you’ve defeated Chloe. What happened?”

“She nearly had me,” shivered Jessica, “but I managed to head butt her and she fell and banged her head on the bed frame. She was out cold, so I trussed her up - properly this time, and took the nails off her. She can’t hurt us anymore.”

“Jessica,” giggled Nikki as she saw her old friend was back, “You’re back to normal… eugh, you look awful. Guess I’m the hottest girl at school now.”

“Not for long, so don’t get any funny ideas Nikki,” smiled Jessica nastily, “I’m going right back to being a bitch. Amiee… I desperately need a new nail appointment. I need to be Jessie again, she is the real me, Jessie is who I truly am now.”

Annabelle smiled. It was so pleasing to see the corruption had fully taken hold. Even stripped of the nails, Jessica had no interest in her old life. She only wanted to be an Alpha Bitch now and Annabelle was pleased she finally had a step-daughter she could be proud of. And she really was proud of her. Jessie had more than proven she had the iron will to take her place as the leader of the next generation of bitches that would continue to use the salon and wear the magic nails. One day Jessie would choose her own apprentice and Annabelle only hoped her step-daughter would be just as pleased with her own protégé as she had been with hers.

Amiee grinned, “I’ll sort you out right away babe… right after I deal with a certain bitch who seems to have gotten ideas above her station… I do so love a happy ending.”

**** ***

Evie glowered sullenly as she watched Jessie leaving the salon with her bitchy Step-Mom… two Goddesses on their way to a life of luxury and power. She couldn’t believe she’d been demoted… again! She giggled and smiled to herself as she thought of all the chaos she’d caused… then again it was a lot of fun… maybe it had been worth it after all.

Jessie felt so relieved to be back to her true self, she vainly admired her immaculate nails and checked her makeup was perfectly on point. Her step-mom Annabelle smiled to herself as she drove the car home, reminded of their first journey to the salon, what seemed a lifetime ago. Jessie had come such a long way and finally everything was as it should be.

Pulling up in the driveway the two women strode into their home. “Slave, go clean my car… and don’t forget to wax it too. I’m going upstairs to entertain my husband. I’m still getting him fully back under control.”

“Yes Mistress,” squeaked Slave as she hurried in her naughty French maid outfit to obey her Goddesses commands. Humming happily as she began to clean the car. It was funny, she had no idea who she really was, all she knew was that she had to obey her Mistresses. It made her so happy to just obey.

Watching her former friend, now a brainwashed slave eagerly cleaning the car, Jessie shook her head in amusement. “Pathetic.”

She strutted out into the garden wearing her favourite swimsuit and laying down on a lounger, began to sunbathe. Her enemies were all defeated, her reign as Queen Bee now unopposed. Sure she was kept busy running her clique and manipulating everyone around her - but that was hardly work… It was more like fun.

Being an Alpha Bitch wasn’t an easy task, but Jessie was finally convinced.

She had completely nailed it…

THE END

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