#and just !!! it looks so good the side profiles are lovely and the colours are so nice together :D
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my favourite interviewer.
pairings: lando norris x fellow driver’s sister/reader
warnings: jokes about adoption. mentions of bigotry but in reference to o/s’s experiences.
summary: the one where you interview your sister and your boyfriend. also part of the nepo!sister universe.
author’s note: i love nepo!sis/y/n. expect to see her more. also these interviews are quite short so imagine they’re longer and these are snippets. y/n is a better interviewer than i made her out to be 😔💔
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oldersister: check out my photoshoot for vogue! and my following interview with my younger sister yourusername. it was definitely… interesting. link in bio <3.
user1: my favourite sisters made another appearance again!!
yourusername: DON’T! work with o/s! such a DIVA! rude as hell…..
-> oldersister: is this because i said pink wasn’t your colour?
-> yourusername: ALL COLOURS ARE MY COLOUR !! 😡
user2: y/n is so funny throughout this entire interview. a natural comedian.
user5: o/s saying that people don’t take her seriously as a driver is crazy!! she’s a two time champion!! what more does she need to do?
-> user6: it’s nothing that she needs to do. there really isn’t anything she can do to change their minds. it’s bigotry.
user3: o/s is so pretty. full time f1 driver and part-time model.
-> user4: one thing about her, lewis and zhou is that they’re all gonna serve looks and face. holy trinity.
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landonorris: thank u gq for letting me cover ur magazine and thank u to my gorgeous interviewer for taking the time out of her day to interview me. btw… are you single 😍
user5: this was so cute!! i love their dynamic.
yourusername: no i’m not single. i have a bf. be professional please.
-> landonorris: ain’t nobody care about him queen. i bet you i could beat his ass 😍
-> user1: i wish i had this confidence.
-> landonorris: leave me alone 😭😭🖕🏼
-> user2: poor lando. getting dragged by his fans, his girlfriend, his girlfriend’s fans and his girlfriend’s sister’s fans😭😭 rip bro 💔😔
-> yourusername: he’s fine y’all. please don’t call paw patrol.
user3: lando saying y/n was his favourite person regardless of what she does 🥺🥺
-> user4: when he cussed out y/n for calling herself boring 😭 he said that’s my gf don’t be disrespectful.
user7: y/n finessing a free lunch and dinner out of her boyfriend and her sister was my favourite part. yass queen 😍 take from the rich.
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MY NIGHT WITH O/S L/N.
by y/n l/n.
It’s the end of O/S’s Vogue’s shoot. She’s dressed in a black form-fitting silk suit with a pair of pale pink heels. I always knew that my sister was famous but seeing her in the middle of such magnitude truly reinforces that she is not just my older sister anymore. She’s bigger than that. We decide to duck behind the busy shoot into a side room to start our interview.
THURSDAY, PARIS, 11:34PM.
Y/N: Did you expect that I’d be the one interviewing you?
O/S L/N: Honestly? No! I’m happy though to see a familiar face. Pleasant surprise.
Y/N: I’m not gonna hold back on the questions though just because you’re my sister. I need you to know that.
O/S: Wouldn’t expect you to.
Y/N: Just for the record, she’s wearing my lipstick. I told her she’d look cute in it and she refused to listen to me.
O/S: I didn’t expect it to look so cute on me. I don’t wear super bright lipsticks, it’s a orangey-red shade for the people who can’t see it. I got the makeup team to source it for me and tried it on and perhaps… you were right. It’s grown on me.
Y/N: I’m always right.
O/S: Always is an understatement but … you have your moments.
Y/N: So, what would you say it’s like being the only female F1 driver?
O/S: A very unique position to be in. I’m lucky to have such a good support system in place. Y’know? Mom, Dad, my team and you.
Y/N: It’s a lot of pressure isn’t it?
O/S: Yes. As any high profile job is.
Y/N: How do you find the pressure when it comes to being a role model for younger girls?
O/S: It’s a responsibility I take very seriously. I think it’s so important to encourage young children, especially girls, to follow their dreams and help to provide avenues to make them accessible. I would love to see younger generations of drivers that come from a diverse array of backgrounds be in Formula One.
Y/N: Remember when you were younger and you’d go go-karting?
O/S: Yes.
Y/N: Dad would always make me come and watch you. It was so boring but he’d always get us ice cream afterwards if you’d won. That’s why I always rooted for you.
O/S: Says it all really.
Y/N: I was always a tennis fan. Maybe a little basketball or football. Dad used to joke that maybe you were the adopted one because no one else in the family knew about motorsports before you.
O/S: He still does! I found out about F1 at my school library at the age of like nine and begged Dad to take me. I’m very lucky that not only did we have the funds at the time but parents that supported us. He used to drive me everywhere. He still does drive me to the Grand Prix sometimes.
Y/N: Funny how little traditions stick with us, huh? Remember when you started making real money and would take us out for dinner after every win?
O/S: I was so excited that I had the money to treat you all.
Y/N: Definitely. What was the biggest challenge you’ve faced so far in your career?
O/S: It’ll sound trivial but… probably being taken seriously.
Y/N: What do you mean by that?
O/S: As a lot of women in male-dominated spaces might face, it’s hard to overcome the biases against my abilities. People said for a long time that I was only here because of diversity quotas.
Y/N: Even when you won?
O/S: Especially when I won. I like to prove people wrong. I’ve spent my whole career doing just that. I just wish it wasn’t so constant and tiring. I’m just doing my job but because of my womanhood and my blackness, it is immediately viewed as political. Overcoming the preconceptions has become a huge part of my journey.
Y/N: That’s annoying as fuck. I’ve seen it first hand too. You’re an incredible driver. I know I joke around with you and take the piss out of you but genuinely you do inspire me. I might not be racing cars anytime soon but I’ll always be your biggest fan.
O/S: Thanks Y/N. That means so much to me.
Y/N: Now onto the juicier stories. Who are you dating? For the readers who mightn’t know your personal life, I’ll spell it oit for them.
O/S: Oh No…
Y/N: You started off by dating your childhood sweetheart, Clark Jones, and then dated actor Paul Elordi.
O/S: I did. I am single now, as you’re aware.
Y/N: And she won’t let me set her up with anyone!
O/S: Just because you’re happy in monogamous bliss doesn’t mean the rest of us wanna be.
Y/N: Thanks for letting me interview you today O/S, it was definitely the best part of my day.
O/S: You were very good. I enjoyed the questions. Five stars.
Y/N: Wanna go out to eat? Your treat.
O/S: Of course, let me change into something more comfortable. These heels are gorgeous but they are killing me.
END OF INTERVIEW.
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MY MORNING WITH LANDO NORRIS.
by y/n l/n.
TUESDAY, LONDON, 10:34AM.
I was told to pretend to be professional and that I didn’t spend the night with my boyfriend so I left the room at around 7am just so that I could knock on the door again later in my interviewer mode. It’s the night after his photoshoot for an energy drink. Lando opens the door in a plain black tee, a hoodie wrapped around his waist and tracksuit bottoms. He isn’t wearing shoes. He lets me in and I sit on the sofa. We start the interview.
Y/N: Good Morning. Should we start the interview?
LANDO NORRIS: I’m ready whenever you are.
Y/N: I told O/S this but just because we know each other, don’t expect me to hold back on the questions. Don’t expect any special treatment just because I am your girlfriend.
LANDO: Wouldn’t dream of it.
Y/N: Alright, let’s get started. How did you feel about yesterday’s photoshoot?
LANDO: Tried something new and I think it turned out well. Got some cool shots. The energy was great and the team was incredible. It was a fun shoot. Couldn’t complain.
Y/N: Do you think you’re a better racer or model?
LANDO: I’d like to say model but I’d have to say racer.
Y/N: I think you could be a model.
LANDO: Even though you’re biased. I’ll accept that.
Y/N: Not biased at all actually. I’m here as Interviewer Y/N, not as your girlfriend Y/N.
LANDO: Wait. Can I flirt with Interviewer Y/N?
Y/N: No.
LANDO: Boooo!
Y/N: Let’s switch gears, what do you like to do when you’re unwinding?
LANDO: Well, Usually I’d say spending time with you but you’re not my girlfriend soo… I’m going to say streaming with my friends and playing video games. Also watching my girlfriend’s favourite reality shows.
Y/N: You’re a Teen Mom UK fan? And a Real Housewives fan? I thought you didn’t to like them.
LANDO: It’s part of the boyfriend playbook. Pretend you’re bored with those sorts of shows but secretly, you’re incredibly into it. I have to keep up with your interests somehow and I picked the most interesting ones.
Y/N: I don’t blame you. Alright, one more question before I go back to being boring girlfriend Y/N and I have to give back this super cool voice recorder.
LANDO: Girlfriend Y/N isn’t boring to me. She’s actually my favourite person. Don’t talk shit about my girl.
Y/N: Fine. She’s not boring. She’s just less of a technophile.
LANDO: I’ll accept that.
Y/N: My last question is what’s your favourite thing about driving for Formula One?
LANDO: Besides the thrill of racing? And the part where I’m living my childhood dream? Definitely the fans. Their support and energy help fuel me on the track. Plus, I get to travel the world while doing what I love. I think that’s the ideal world for a lot of people. I’m very lucky.
Y/N: I couldn’t agree more. Thank you for letting me ask you those questions. Now, time for me to go back to the girlfriend version of me.
LANDO: Don’t sell yourself short. You’re always my favourite person regardless of what version you are.
Y/N: Flattery will get you everywhere, won’t it?
LANDO: Hey! It’s not flattery if it’s the truth.
Y/N: Guess you’re not just a pretty face huh. Don’t worry, I’ll keep our reality television show marathons a secret between me, you and all the millions of GQ magazine readers.
LANDO: You’re an angel. Lunch?
Y/N: Only if you’re paying.
LANDO: Always.
END OF INTERVIEW.
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just a warm-up
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pairing: athlete!jung wooyoung x fem!reader
w.c.: 1.6k
tags: smut, a dash of fluff bc woo and reader are in love <3
wooyoung was weak to your compliments, so when you mentioned how good red looked on him, your peaceful lunch turned into a little warm-up for his upcoming game.
warnings: soft dom!wooyoung, public sex, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, gagging (with fingers), praise, nicknames (pretty girl, sweet girl, dirty girl, baby; woo), overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f), praise, some begging, a little bit of aftercare
A/N: I'm ngl I saw that picture and my fingers started typing on their own (after i threw up and screamed into my pillow for an hour straight). I believe this was the fastest I've ever written anything. and it's all @hwaightme 's fault (you enabled me, and now everyone has to suffer the consequences).
nsfw under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞
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The soft melody strummed steadily in your ear, the corded earphones tugging slightly every time you leaned forward to bite into your lunch. Wooyoung held on to the other earbud, securing it in his ear while his other hand tapped at his phone. Looking over at him, you chewed your lunch while admiring his side profile – the curve of his nose bridge, the soft flutter of his eyelashes every time he blinked, the single mole gracing his high cheekbone, the sharp edge of his jawline, and most importantly, his freshly dyed hair. Your fingers reached out to brush the red strands off his face before you could think twice, smiling when he twisted his head towards you, wide eyes blinking back at you before turning his phone off and placing it on the desk by your lunch box.
“I really like this new colour on you,” your words sent a wave of warmth to his face, a soft red spreading over the soft skin to match his hair.
“You were against it at first, though,” Wooyoung teased, leaning into your space and pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“Well, I’m not anymore,” you ran your fingers through his hair, stopping at the back of his neck and keeping your hand there. “You look really sexy like this, Woo.”
Wooyoung leaned in even closer, sucking the grain of rice stuck to the corner of your lips into his mouth before burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Mm, go on, tell me more,” he muttered against your skin.
You scratched at his nape, eliciting a soft hum from the man, leaning in to whisper directly into his ear – knowing just how much your words affected him. “You know, it took everything in me not to get on my knees and suck you off in front of Yunho this morning..." You felt Wooyoung gasp against your neck, so you pushed it even further, wanting to see a brighter red painting his cheeks. "I can’t wait to sit in the audience later and watch everyone swoon over my beautiful boyfriend, knowing that I’m the only one who will get to fuck him later.”
Wooyoung growled into your skin, his ears flushed and his hands beginning to wander over your body. He gripped your hips with one hand, dragging your chair closer to him with the other. When he deemed you close enough, his fingers inched their way up your thigh until and fiddled with the hem of your skirt, dipping under to tease at the soft skin. You giggled at his ministrations, cupping his cheek and moving his head away from you to look into his eyes, taking pleasure in the warmth coating his face.
“What are you doing, Woo?”
“It doesn’t have to be later," he looked at you with hooded eyes, glazed over with lust, his hands squeezing at the your hips and waist. "You can fuck me now."
You ignored the rush of heat coursing through your body and straight down to your core, shifting on your seat and making Wooyoung’s grip on you tighten, a subtle smirk curling his lips. You knew your praise was Wooyoung’s greatest weakness, but now, you've come to realize that there were consequences to using that power so recklessly.
“Woo, there’s people around, and- and you have a game later!” You tried to reason with him, but he only pushed you back against the backrest, hovering over you until his face was mere inches from yours, his warm breath blowing against your mouth.
“Then I better start warming up, don’t you think?”
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Wooyoung had you bent over the desk, panties around your ankles, your skirt flipped over and bunched around your waist so he could watch his cock pound into you, the skin of your ass rippling at the impact. His fingers danced around in your mouth, pressing against your tongue before pushing down your throat – using the need to remain quiet as an excuse to feel you gag around him.
“Ah- this pussy, fuck. Taking me so well,” he grunted in your ear, leaning over you until his chest was flush against your back. You moaned around Wooyoung’s fingers, your knees shaking as his cock pressed against your g-spot every time he pumped his length into you.
He pushed his pants further down his legs until the fabric gathered around his knees, allowing him more space to move, the slide of his cock against your fluttering walls making your back arch under him, jolts of pleasure surging through your abdomen.
Wooyoung recognized the signs of your impending orgasm and slowed down to a laggard grind, rocking his hips against yours and basking in the muffled moans sending ardent vibrations down his fingers as he persistently pressed his cockhead against your favourite spot. “Is my sweet girl going to come?” He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, growling lowly at the line of spit connecting them to your lips, pulling his length out halfway before pressing back into your cunt. The moan that left your mouth was downright sinful, his cock twitching inside you and his fingers – still slick with your spit – squeezed your cheeks together and twisted your face towards him while he continued his slow, torturous thrusts. “Shh, there’s people around... or do you like that? Does my dirty girl want them to know how well this tight pussy is taking my cock?”
“W-woo, baby, please- nghhh, I’m so close-” you pushed your hips back to meet his thrusts, trying to chase your high, receiving a firm slap to your thigh as Wooyoung’s hands gripped your hips to keep you in place.
“Be good,” he bit down on your shoulder, sliding one of his hands under your shirt and bra, tweaking your nipple between his thumb and index while he swiped his tongue over the marks his teeth had left. ”Answer my question. Do you want the people outside this room to know how I’m 'gonna fuck you full of my cum, hm?”
“Y-yes, yes! I do, I want them to know h-how good your cock feels inside me, please, Woo- hnnnghh!” Spreading your legs further apart with his knee, Wooyoung began to piston his hips into you, his thrusts sloppy as he chased his orgasm, panting and groaning in your ear while his hand squeezed your tit mercilessly, his thumb flicking your clit desperately. “I’m gonna- fuck, Woo, I- aa-ahhh!”
You writhed under Wooyoung as your orgasm finally washed over you, your thighs shaking violently while he continued hammering his cock into your abused cunt, breathing a series of airy moans into your ear when you squeezed around his throbbing length. He exhaled a mixture of curses and repetitions of your name, shuddering and moaning when he finally emptied his load inside you, the warmth of his release spreading through your belly as ropes of cum painted your walls. He pulled his cock out until only the tip remained trapped between the tight ring of your entrance before pushing back in, fucking his cum into you with shallow thrusts. Your knees quivered, your hips trying to pull away from him as overstimulation sent shocks of pain to accompany the pleasure of being split open by Wooyoung’s cock.
“W-woo, give me a s-second- nghh-” your hips jolted when Wooyoung's thumb brushed over your swollen clit, gathering the cum leaking out of you and pushing it back inside your cunt alongside his cock, hissing when his thumb slid over the underside of his length.
“You’re so hot, ah- so fucking beautiful when you're stuffed full of me. I just want skip the game and f-fuck you dumb on my cock until you’re crying and begging,” Wooyoung muttered, almost like he was talking to himself. He leaned over you, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear, running his tongue over it before whispering, “if we win, will you let me fuck you the way I want? Hm, please baby, I’ll make you feel so good, I promise, can I?”
Your brain was fuzzy, Wooyoung’s words echoing in the back of your mind – the pleasure of his cock and finger stretching you open driving you towards a mental blank, his cum warming your insides, some leaking out of you and onto the desk. “Yeah, yes- god, Woo. You can use me... fuck me all you want- h-haahh-” You mewled desperately, moaning pathetically as another orgasm punched through you without warning, shaking your entire body. You gripped the edge of the desk and rocked your hips against Wooyoung, extending the shocks of pleasure shooting through your abdomen and curling your toes. He left you to ride out your high, bearing through the overstimulation as he watched your ass bounce on his cock, your arousal mixed with his cum coating his length.
Wooyoung kissed over your clothed shoulders, smoothing a hand over your lower back as he pulled out of your used cunt, quickly dressing himself before tending to you. You exhaled deeply, slumping against the desk while Wooyoung wiped your thighs with a tissue before pulling your panties up and your skirt down to cover you.
He squatted by the desk and brushed his knuckles over your cheekbone, cupping your jaw delicately – the smile gracing his lips so soft, it contradicted his actions five minutes ago. Wooyoung leaned in, peppering loving kisses all over your flushed face, brushing the matted strands off your forehead and pressing his lips to the slick skin.
“I need to meet up with the rest of the team to prepare for the game,” he smiled at you, his eyes glimmering with adoration as they took in your content expression; and yetzm, you should have never believed this man had the ability to be chaste for even a second. The sly smirk playing at his lips was enough proof of that. “Finish your lunch, okay? You’re going to need the energy when you’re screaming my name after I win that trophy later.”
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– HAPPY GILMORE
– pairing: natasha romanoff x reader
– synopsis: natasha always looks good, even when she’s dressed like adam sandler.
– warnings: fluff, thigh riding, make out sesh, oral fixation. (18+)
Natasha had always found your fascination with her hair odd. It was nothing special- just a casual red. She’s seen plenty of women on the street with the same colour. Even your best friend, Wanda, had red hair. And yet you were obsessed with just hers.
“Nat!” You call from the living room.
It was 8am on a Saturday- Natasha’s only day off- and she had just finished her morning run. You, too tired and lazy to come, decided to wait on the sofa for the redhead’s return, promising to not fall asleep. But, you did.
Leaving the bedroom, she finds you curled up with Liho, the news playing freely in the background.
“Natasha!” You call again without realising the woman was right next to you.
“Morning, sleepyhead.” Natasha leans down to place a kiss to your forehead, stroking the black cat on top of you gently.
“No.” You groan, an arm covering the place she just kissed.
“You promised you wouldn’t fall back asleep.” Natasha snorts as she shoos Liho off your lap. The cat trudges away grudgingly, eyeing the woman as she sits next to you.
You hum, giving up on speaking to your girlfriend, sleep lulling on the edge.
She laughs again.
Peeking slightly, you notice Natasha sat watching the TV. Her beautiful side profile highlighted by the morning sun- all sharp lines and soft skin sit in contrast. Her short hair was damp- the red bleeding into a deep brown. She looked so hot; dressed in a wife beater, a purple sweater wrapped around her waist, and grey shorts, but she didn’t need to know that.
Her ego was big enough already.
“You know, you dress like Adam Sandler.” You announce, catching the woman off guard. She watched you face contort as you try to hold in your laughter.
Unfazed by your joke, she replies, “or Adam Sandler dresses like me.”
With that, you lose it. Hard laughter echos the apartment, drowning out the news anchors above. The last remnants of sleep slipaway.
You sit up, unable to breathe between your laughter.“That’s not the flex you think it is.”
Natasha’s brow twitches, “Whatever.” She turns away from you, attention back on the boring TV.
“Oh, cmon.” You swing a leg over her, placing your full weight on her lap.
You pinch her cheek softly. “It’s just a bit of fun, little baby.”
She swats your hand away, ignoring you.
“Haven’t you heard? Goofy is the new handsome.” You quote from a Sandler movie with a shit eating grin, as you tuck a loose bang behind Natasha’s ear.
She doesn’t swat your hand away this time.
“You know, you’d look good as a brunette.” Her gaze shifts to you.
A quirk in her brow. She could work with this.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” you shuffle closer, “like really good. I’m surprised you’ve never done brown before.”
Her arms wrap tighter, your fronts flushed together, lips angled expertly to press against your neck.
“I thought you liked the red.” She whispers, knowing her breath tickles your sensitive skin.
“I fucking love the red!” You reply all breathy. She loves how easily she can affect you. Just a little graze of her lips and you’re a puddle.
Natasha replies by latching on to your neck, soft kisses travelling down and across your collarbone. She takes her time, red marks follow in haste, as she caresses, licks, bites.
Working her way up, teeth graze your jaw. A hand unwinds from your waist and long fingers take ahold of your chin, turning you to meet soft lips. The hot embrace closing in on your tongue, a shared wetness and heavy sighs fill the silence between you both.
Her kisses are intoxicating; the bold scent of her cologne floods your senses. She always smells so fucking good, you cant help but jump her bones. You take ahold of the bottom of the white vest, tugging the material up, revealing her toned abs.
You pull away, sitting to her side, eyes drifting down to look at the sculpted woman beneath you.
“You like, baby?” Her voice comes out husky, a tongue runs across her bottom lip. She’s leaning back, an arm over the back of the sofa, efficiently “man spreading” with you still perched on her knee.
You place a hand where the vest covers skin, fingers dipping underneath the material, grazing against the woman’s under boob. Slowly, you trail down; palm gliding over every curve, every dip of Natasha’s abdomen, until you reach the waistband of her shorts. Boldly, you slide your fingers under the thick material, tips stopping just above the waistband of her boxers.
Natasha lets out a shuddered breath, her heart beat racing as she watches your hand disappear.
“You like, baby?” You copy condescendingly, loving the power trip you’re experiencing right now.
She groans, head resting even more against the sofa. Her hand wraps around your wrist easily, pushing your fingers down till slickness coats them.
You move up and down, then lightly circle her nerves. Her wetness making it’s appearance with each movement.“Listen to you, Tasha. That all for me?”
Before you could slide down to her entrance, her grip on your wrist returns, pulling your hand out of her shorts.
Natasha brings your soaked digits up to your face and you take them in, her essence coating your tongue as you moan lowly at the taste.
With a hand at the back of your neck, she holds you steady. The other manipulating your fingers to slide deeper down your throat. Your eyes flutter shut, as the last of your attitude flies out the window.
Natasha smiles at the sight, “There’s my girl.”
Your fingers leave your mouth as she tugs you forward, lips crashing onto yours. Large hands fix perfectly to your waist, tugging you forward and back. The ache between your legs building as you sigh into the kiss.
“I’m fucking you till I’m bored.”
To which she did.
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Hours later, Natasha finally got tired. The woman was constantly complaining about the ache in her jaw as if she wasn’t the one who decided to eat you out until you couldn’t cum anymore.
You roll your eyes at the memory.
The morning sun had turned into the evening sun and the city below buzzed with life. You were both still on the sofa- wrapped in a blanket and in each other’s embrace. Liho had returned- finally able to rest on you- without Natasha disturbing her.
Happy Gilmore played on the TV, and despite your earlier taunts, Natasha was laughing at the screen alongside you.
She had to give it to him. The guy was hilarious.
“Actually, I change my mind.” Your voice gains her attention.
The shit eating grin is back.
“It’s probably best you don’t dye your hair brown.”
Natasha turns her head to the side in confusion.
“You’ll look even more like Adam Sandler.” You point at the screen as the actor checks himself out in the mirror, a comb running through his dark hair.
“I’m breaking up with you.”
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Ateez Reaction - You Call Him Pretty
Can't get my boys out my head, so here we go again!!
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(Y/n/n) = Your NickName
WARNING: Fluff
Seonghwa
"Seonghwa?" You called out.
"Is something wrong, you don't usually call me Seonghwa unless something happened," he questioned, a concerned look on his face.
"No, nothings wrong, I just wanted to ask you a quick question," you explained, a small laugh escaping through your lips.
"Oh! What is it?" He asked.
"Do you know how pretty you are?" You replied.
Seonghwa's face turned a bright pink colour, an embarrassed laugh leaving him. He immediately pressed his hands over his pink-tinted face to hide his reaction to your words.
You tilted your head, "Well, do you?"
"Ahh, Jagi, why do you do this to me?"
Hongjoong
Hongjoong looked up from his book as he heard a groan come from your mouth. Seeing you pull a face, his focus is immediately pulled to you, wondering if you're alright.
"(Y/n/n), are you okay?" He asked, wide eyed.
"No, I'm not okay! How can a person look so pretty all the time!?" You exclaimed.
Hongjoong furrowed his brows in confusion, "What do you mean? Who?"
You glared, playfully, at him, "You! Like, is looking good a hobby of yours?"
Joong laughed at the realization of you calling him pretty and good-looking, "Oh yeah, it's just a hobby for me, but for you I think it must be a lifestyle," he retorted.
"Oh my God, Joong, this is why I love you," you said as you started laughing hysterically at his response.
Yunho
You and Yunho were re-watching one of the interviews that was just filmed with his group, Ateez. You kept glancing over at him with the most heart-eyed look, wondering how you got so lucky to have such an amazing man in your life.
While you kept staring at Yunho's beautiful face, he burst into a smile, remembering how funny the interview was, and how much fun it was to do.
"Baby?" You finally spoke.
"Yes, Jagiya?" He said, his head turning to face you fully.
"Have I ever told you how pretty you are?" You asked.
Yunho smiled, bashfully, a pink tint running across his face. He looked down to his hands for a second before answering.
"All the time, and you always manage to make me flustered by saying that, too," he laughed, a bit embarrassed.
You laughed aswell and leaned forward to give him a light peck on the lips, then proceeded snuggling deeper into his side, watching the rest of the interview.
Yeosang
As you watched Yeosang talk to San about their most recent music video, your heart couldn't handle how amazing his side profile was. How he even became your boyfriend was a mystery, but you weren't about to complain.
Yeosang glanced over to you, feeling you stare into his soul, he gave a quick smile to you before ending the conversation with San to walk over to you and ask why you were staring.
"Was there something on my face, I noticed you staring at me," he asked, feeling around his face for any excess food from what he ate earlier.
"No, I was just admiring you. You're the prettiest man in the world," you explained, simply.
Yeosang smiled before giving you a quick peck on the lips, entangling his fingers with yours.
San
San had just gotten back home from the hair stylist, a new comeback means a new hair colour, so you aren't surprised when you see a pink haired San walk through the door.
You jumped up from your couch and raced over to him, inspecting his new haircut, and colour.
"So, what do you think? Does it suit me?" He asked, doing a 360 so you could get a better look.
"Babe, I think everything suits you! You keep getting prettier and prettier with every comeback!" You exclaimed.
"Aww, stop it!" He joked, one hand on his cheek, the other making a gesture.
You laughed at his silly reaction and continued to look and play with his hair, admiring how good it looked on him.
Mingi
"Ahh, my boyfriend is always so pretty, please take this time to bask in his beauty!" You exclaimed, showing the camera a picture of Mingi you had taken on one of your dates.
You let the fans on Instagram Live see the pic for a few more seconds before taking it away and writing the date of when it was taken on the back.
You were about to look for some questions you could answer in the comments when your phone suddenly started to ring. The name reading Mingi, you immediately picked up.
"Jagiya, why did you show that picture, I look bad in that one," he said.
You frowned and glanced at all the comments saying how handsome he is.
"Yah, have you seen yourself? You could never look bad in anything. You said you're watching, your fans all agree that you're the prettiest boy ever!" You defended.
"Ah, well.. I suppose that picture isn't the worst.." he stammered, feeling shy at the amount of compliments he was reading.
Wooyoung
"Babe you can't just come in here and look all pretty like that, you're gonna give me a heart attack," you exclaimed, your heart pounding in your chest at how amazing he looked.
"What, like this?" He posed.
"Yes, like that, boy, you're gonna make me go crazy, I swear!" You blushed.
Wooyoung laughed at your reaction, shaking his head at how dramatic you were being. He took off the jacket he was wearing, he had just gotten into the house and you were already like this.
Your eyes followed his figure as he walked into the bathroom to take off his clothes and makeup to change into something more comfortable, purposfully leaving the door open for you to see him change.
That boy was gonna be the death of you, and you were TOTALLY fine with that.
Jongho
You and Jongho were on a Vlive together, talking about your relationship so far, all the embarrassing and cute moments.
You took your eyes off the comments for a moment to glance over at Jongho and see how he was handling all the support with your relationship.
The biggest smile was on his face, one where you can't help but smile, too. You stared at him for a few moments longer, taking in his beautiful smile.
"You're so pretty, you're smile could brighten anyone's day," you said, cutting him off from whatever he was talking about with Atiny.
His eyes widened at the compliment before blushing furiously, dropping his face into his hands to hide his bright red face.
"Aww, you're pretty, too!" He exclaimed, face still hidden.
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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.
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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.”
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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."
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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.”
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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!
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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?”
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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.
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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.”
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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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Part 2 ~
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still friends
summary: garcia and morgan know things.
pairing: s.reid x gn!reader
w.c: 1.1K
warnings: break-up talk; angst; insecurities; problems with attachment; longing; regrets; happy ending? read and find out; poorly edited.
A/N: funfact, this was supposed to be a small drabble.
[inspired by meant to be; ber, charlie oriain]
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“you really do love him, don't you?”
you're not used to being called out. all your life you masked your emotions with the skills of a performer. body behaviour and vulnerability wasn't something that walked side by side with you. you had total control of your surroundings, but mostly of the way your hands were placed, how fast you blinked and/or the tone of your voice.
vulnerability can be expressed in many ways. one of them is the way you react to certain things. do you yell? do you cry? do you stay quiet and shut down for a few days? do you seek help right away?
you were taught, from a very young age, that building up walls was a necessary means to ensure safety. they can't break you down if they don't know how to.
although, some days, you wish that it was different. what if you wore your heart on your sleeve? what if you said what you wanted to say instead of just abdicating of the things that made you fear but also made you feel alive?
it was a burden hanging onto your shoulders like a heavy luggage in a long trip — where would you dump it? could you get rid of it? would you want to get rid of it?
hard question. one you've always ignored.
and then, there is penelope garcia. who preaches she's nowhere as good in profiling as her team is, but she can read the silence and see beneath a forced smile from a mile away.
the mask that you walk around with? the inscrutable brick wall. penelope just crumbled it down with an axe. it turned into sand; it had always been sand. so thin that it dripped from your fingers like water.
you felt ashamed.
“i don't know what you're talking about.” you clear your throat, completely unprepared by that claim from your friend. the poor excuse escaping from your lips as easy as whatever emotion your eyes mirrored. for a split of second.
to penelope, that had been lingering for a while. she did truly believe that saying about the eyes being the window of the soul. and she couldn't help but notice that your soul along with spencer's... displayed the same shadow.
it was sad, really. penelope garcia was a fixer. she wanted everything to go according to plan, even if if didn't, she made sure it would.
not this time.
“you two have the same look towards each other.” she shared, playing with her colourful pen nervously. god, how could she stop their suffering? maybe if she knew the reason of your break-up... “you never told me why you two broke up.” you almost flinched, hands clenching instinctively. here's your body again, defending itself, building up mechanics to escape and survive. “i'm sorry,” the blonde grimaced, touching the back of your hand softly. “i didn't mean to sound so invasive—”
“you didn't.” you said, ignoring that little voice yelling shut up, don't be weak! “we, uh— we decided. it was a mutual decision.” there were scientific explanations about why you felt as if your heart were pinching your ribcase when you remembered an old lover. you couldn't remember any of that now.
“oh.” she said, acting surprised. not acting, she really was surprised. that made you let out a chuckle. penelope told you once that you and spencer were the two people she trusted would be forever. it's like... meant to be. you're perfect for each other.
well, perfect can become unbearable sometimes. or it can never exist at all.
your eyebrows slowly drew together. “what do you mean we share the same look?” the smile she gave you didn't please you that much. it was sad, almost pitiful.
“it's that longing... like he's missing something. his eyes say everything. you know that.”
your gaze fell to your unfinished paperwork, reading twice to figure out where you needed to get back to. you didn't met your friends’ eyes for a while. you didn't know what to say to that.
you missed spencer. of course you did. you love him with your whole heart. but it wasn't enough. the both of you weren't enough to one another. and that's fine, you've been over this for a hundred times in your head. a thousand other possibilities could have happened. so many what ifs...
but the past was in the past, there was not point in dwelling on it.
the burning sensation on your cheek didn't force you to look in the culprit's direction. no. you focused on your paperwork just like penelope had resumed to her fast typing.
we are still friends.
spencer's tongue twitched in his mouth, itching in anticipation. it was overwhelming feeling as if he couldn't utter a word to you. you're coworkers. you were friends before... before your relationship ended. so why can't it be easy like before? why can't it be that carefree and non-problematic?
he missed your laughs. he missed the scrunch in the middle of your forehead when you were focused. he even missed your incessant habit of chewing a pen cap. spencer missed everything. he missed the fighting and the occasional silence treatment. he missed saying sorry even if he wasn't in the wrong. he missed you.
why did he agreed to that stupid break-up?
“you good, pretty boy?” he blinked awake once he felt a nudge on his shoulder, bringing him back to reality. the painful reality of loneliness.
spencer only did realized he was staring into your direction when his eyes focused again. he quickly looked away. anywhere else. it ended up being derek, who stared at him with a half knowing half concerned look.
“yeah.” spencer said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as he stood up from his desk. “i'm gonna make some coffee. you- you want some?” his felt his face warming up like it would fucking explode.
derek, to spencer's luck, decided to let it slide and nodded. he scrambled away with two mugs in hand, disappearing into the kitchenette.
it didn't matter thinking about the range of possibilities of what he could have done or said. because the past is in the past. it's over — spencer thought bitterly as a drip of hot coffee landed on his hand. he hissed, turning on the tap to quickly wash away the burning.
burning.
he missed the burning.
he missed you.
but it wouldn't come back. it was over. he was only left with the past.
at least we're still friends, right?
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Gonna talk about how much I love this photo for a second cause its so perfect
So obviously this is from when mickey goes to see Ian in the club for the first time. Ian is very standoffish and yk don't really talk to mickey. Mickey is trying to bring Ian home we all know what's going on.
Anyway. First, i wanna talk about the colours or more the prominence of one colour, red. Red has connotations of love and anger so it's think it's so perfect for this scene. Mickey and Ian love each other, but over that, there is sure to be some anger along with that. I think the fact their angry towards stems from love makes red even more perfect. When I say that it stems from love, I mean from mickey marrying svet ofc. The wedding wouldn't have happened if mickey didn't love ian enough to even invite him to stay round ian wouldnt be so hurt if he didn't love mickey. It's all love. More than just love and anger, tho red often represents betrayal. Not that I think either of them betrayed the other, but I can see how they both might feel that way. Mickey because Ian left when he needed him and Ian because mickey married svet in the first place but also cause he didn't ask him to say.
Okay next, there is a very clear emotion split between them here. Mickey is reaching out and Ian is pulling away, they're divided. AND U CAN SEE THAT WITH THE LIGHT BEAM. isn't that just so good?? The light cuts right through the middle of them almost like a wall. AN EMOTIONAL WALL. Ian has his walls up around mickey cause he's feels betrayed and angry at the man he loves. That like circles back to the colour red and how it fits so perfectly. Spliting mickey and Ian up rn is a wall of anger and love and betrayal.
I love how Ian is very clearly looking away from mick, whereas mickey is trying to make eye contact with Ian. This just shows even more how unresponsive Ian is to mickey. Ian has light on his face and mickeys looking at that. Mickey is quite literally looking at the light. Light is hopeful, love filled , bright, and positive. Just as much as mickey is searching for ians eyes here, I also think he's searching for light in Ian. Mickey needs Ian rn, but ian isn't himself. He's looking for the isn he knows and to mickey Ian is light.
Mickey is in only shadows. This could be a few things like Ian wasn't looking for mickey. U don't look for dark yk u look for light. And obviously, mickey isn't in the stream of light. Mickey wasn't the one who put up the wall, so he's behind it.
Anyway, I think way too much about this random picture and probably doesn't have any actual meaning. This is just me being extra about gallavich cause I love them. Also Ians side profile is actually gorgeous.
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Editing this ig cause i just got an ask saying if was a photo Edit so credit to @samantitheos for changing my life with this
#gallavich#im going insane#ian and mickey#mickey milkovich#ian gallagher#s4 gallavich#they make me crazy#i need to stop talking
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YOU SEEM LIKE TROUBLE TO ME
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𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍’𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 ☆*:.｡.
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carwashboy!eric x fem!reader!suggestive themes!
☆*:.｡. member: eric x you
channel: @deoboyznet
a/n: very short drabble from a while ago! sumn about eric sohn being a sleaze in the best way possible has me floored !! 🧍♀️leave me alone crying over this concept !! i’m so sorry eric stans in advance, all in love <3
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“you can’t be serious” you sighed as your water went out once again. watching as the garden hose you’d tediously dragged around from the back of your house pathetically spat out its last drops.
there was a car wash no further than a mile out and it seemed to be the only option since you had an interview the next day and your car looked as if it had been driven three times through quicksand.
music blared from the small station, the metal shack rusting in a dirty bronze colour, with an unmissable billboard that read “a beautiful spot for amazing car repair” above the place that was practically falling apart.
you drove in, spotting a crimson haired man presented in a white tank covered in black soot, wrench in hand seemingly working on another car out in the scorching heat.
“hey, my waters gone out. I was hoping I could get a wash and polish.” you walked up to the man who was crouched in front of the tire of another car.
he looked up at you briefly, his skin glazed over shining under the unforgiving sunlight, he dropped the wrench and stood to look at the absolute disaster state your car was in.
“jesus, where’s this girl been?” he ripped the orange gloves off his hands and walked you into the garage space.
“listen it rained a lot before the draught.” you spoke with a serious tone, watching as he chuckled and kissed his top row of teeth with his tongue.
“yeah, just park over there, 10 minutes darling.” he wrote out a bill of $5, cutting the price by almost half of what it was supposed to be.
“hey, is this for the polish too?” you asked looking at the receipt with a confused frown.
“yeah, dolls like you don’t pay full price.” his mischievous grin, stank of trouble but you couldn’t complain since you’d gotten a pretty good deal.
you drove into the station, flicking through your phone whilst you waited for him to wander over with a few sponges and cloths hanging out from the pocket of his work bottoms.
he began to hose down the car, his hair somehow getting wet in the process hanging down in strands over his forehead. his jaw sharpened as you noticed his side profile, and the little smile he broke as he noticed you checking out his toned biceps was more than enough to say he was entertaining himself.
as soon as you thought he was finished, he swung open your door and whipped open a handheld hoover to clean the dashboard and seats.
“do you mind?” he asked pointing towards the gearstick, the compartment beneath clearly needing a swift clean. unbuckling your seatbelt about to move out of the way for him, your eyes almost bulged out of your skull as he leaned over you slightly, hand rested on top of the car as he reached over you. he hadn’t left much to the imagination since his shirt stuck to his abdomen, showing off his toned physique. and… and.. his scent… a manly musk, coated in the sweetest smelling aftershave.
trying your best not to externally yell, he smirked as he reached back and smirked at you, catching your eye contact for just a second.
it was almost like a 2000s college movie, where the frat boys hosted one of those cliché sexy car washes, the feelings in your stomach churning as the red flags waved in front of your eyes.
“what’s your name gorgeous?” he asked still leant against the side of the car, smiling down at you promiscuously.
“y/n” you replied, the smart side of you wanting to slap you silly.
“well y/n, let me know if, you know, anything else needs a clean.” he passed you a crumpled piece of paper with a number scribbled on it in pencil beneath his name eric sohn.
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Hi lovely, if you’re taking requests please could I get your take on this (I cannot get it out of my head)🥲 Javier Peña x fem - in a secret relationship and they get into a huge argument before a really important meeting and end up fucking on Gaviria’s desk👀
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Javier Peña x gn!reader (swearing, smut, not full on but like, a bit, the usual for the show), 1721 words
a/n : had to use a side profile gif, otherwise, it would have been a war crime. Did i just write? like half a smut? 2022 really was something
As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx (do I really have to put this warning on lil javi here?)
‘’ Los pepes, Javi? This is insane. ‘’
Javier is pacing in front of you. Left, right, left, right. The wood of the desk behind you is pressing on your hip, a constant reminder on how real this moment is, how he is a hundred percent serious, no joking around this time,
‘’ It is not. ‘’
His fingers are twitching, restless, begging for a smoke. He emphasizes each word as if doing so would make you believe he’s right, like this isn’t career suicide, like this would solve everything. The final piece to the puzzle that is Colombia’s war on drugs,
‘’ You can’t be fucking serious- ‘’
‘’ Are you going to report me? Is that what you’re saying? ‘’
Your hand raises to your forehead, pressing the skin, hiding behind your hand. You didn't want your day to start off like this, fighting once more about him putting his life on the line. Sneaking around again to hide from the glances and the whispers. You had been doing a good job at it for a few months, even when he had started to be bolder at times. You sigh,
‘’ Don’t. Don’t put words in my mouth, Javier. ‘’
You can tell this one stings by how his lips curl slightly. How his full name, raw, usually foreign, comes out of your mouth. The air is tense in the room, whoever’s empty office he pulled you into. You knew he had been hiding something for weeks now. You don’t know what is worst, how you were thinking for a second that maybe he was maybe trying to fuck the new secretary, or how he was actually fucking around with narcos. You can’t stop how your foot taps incessantly on the carpet,
‘’ Does Steve knows about this? ‘’
Your voice comes out smaller than you intended, soft and whispered, like a secret. Did you tell him before me, you want to say, do you trust me as much as I trust you. It is a shame really, how you want to be the first person he confides in, how you yearn to be more than a lover at times.
You don’t remember when you and Javier had started going out, meeting out after work, sipping away the stress of the week. But you do remember how easy it had been to ease into it, to borrow his shirts so you could stay the night, to remember his days off and his favourite colour,
‘’ You’re the only one that knows. I thought you would understand. ‘’
You shake your head, shifting your weight to your other foot,
‘’ I do, Ja- ‘’ you swallow, hard, ‘’ I do, but you can’t put those guys in prison and shake their hands at the same time. ‘’
He reaches into his pocket, finally pulling a cigarette from the pack. He knows you’re right. His eyes don’t leave your face as he lights it up, and you can tell he’s burning inside, red eyes, fingers twitching. You push yourself off the desk, taking a step forward. Your hand comes up, cradling his bicep. He smells of cigarette, and whiskey and-
‘’ When was the last time you had a full night’s sleep, amor? ‘’
The word comes soft from your lips, rolling off your tongue. His shoulders relax a bit as he exhales smoke through his nose. You know he doesn’t need a new enemy right now, that he feels like he is surrounded on all fronts. It is a cry for help in a way, looking for solace in desperate times,
‘’ Frankly? ‘’ he pulls again at his cigarette, smoke filling up the space between you, ‘’ I stopped counting. ‘’
Your hand caresses down and up his arm. You are not surprised by how Javier decided to take the matter into his own hands, how he thinks doing this will end up saving everyone, even if he knows it’s not entirely true. You sigh,
‘’ I can’t risk my career, my life, on this. Maybe you end up back in the US if the higher-ups catch you, severance package or whatever, but what do you think happens to me? ‘’
Colombia, is what will happen to you, sicarios and forced resignation, is what will happen to you. You can’t look at him, so you play with his shirt instead, rubbing the material between your fingers as he leans behind you toward the desk to put out his cigarette. You can smell his aftershave and you know his eyes are trying to find yours again while he straightens his back,
‘’ I can have you an embassy ID, you can come with me. ‘’
It is like you have been shocked, raising your head so fast to look at him. Don’t sell promises you can’t give me. It is your turn to be angry now,
‘’ Don’t lie to me. Don’t say things like that. ‘’
‘’ I wouldn’t lie to you if I didn’t think I could do it. ‘’, his hand is wrapped around your elbow now, bringing you closer again, ‘’ I mean it. Do this with me, come back home with me after this. ‘’
Home.
Home.
Not yours, his. His country, his language, his favourite dinner places. Not yours. You stay silent, you don’t know what you want, what you should do, or why you want to say yes. You cross your arms, stepping back to lean on the wood once more,
‘’ I’m not sure what you want me to do. How you want me to help. ‘’
‘’ You have access to a lot more information than I do. I am not asking you to share everything, I want you to come to me if you feel it would help. You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. ‘’
He is a step away from you now, cornering you between him and the desk. You can smell the remnant of the cigarette on him, overpowering his cologne. You don’t remember when he got so close or when his hand wrapped carefully behind your ear to press away at the tension in your neck. You can see the concern in his eyes, almost like regret. Maybe I should have kept this to myself. You know he is overthinking like he always does. His thigh is warm between yours as you pull him closer by the belt buckle,
‘’ I’ll see what I can come up with. Your secret is safe with me, okay? ‘’
You feel the need to reassure him. You want him to know, know that you won’t exchange him for a few favours from his boss. His breath is soft on your cheek, his nose moving across your temple. If anyone were to come in now, with him between your legs, his mouth in your hair-
‘’ Javi… They will wait for me before starting the meeting. ‘’
Your sentence comes out insistent, a small warning without any real meaning behind it. Don’t start something you can’t finish. His arms slither between yours and the rest of your body, his palms pressing against the wooden desk as he leans forward, belt slipping from your fingertips as his hips pull naturally backward.
‘’ Do you have to go now? ‘’
It’s not a question, even though he does whisper it like one. Don’t go. Stay here. An order, even if there is no rank to pull. His hand slides up from the desk to your hips in one long motion, gripping at the flesh, wrinkling the fabric. His thigh comes up between your legs, pressing against you. Your head lulls back slightly, eyes following the motion,
‘’ I do, I really do- ‘’
His mouth is behind your ear now, whispering things in English you barely understand and don’t care to, as his hand taunts the skin under your shirt, pulling it from under your belt. Air gets stuck in your throat, the noises in the hallway stop. His leg comes up again, leaning forward into you with his whole body, rubbing himself on your thigh. Javier groans as your hand weave in his hair, pulling skin and curls as his lips trail your neck, tongue and teeth,
‘’ I don’t want you to go. I really really don’t want you to go. ‘’
His fingers hook the underside of your knees, pushing you further into the desk. His voice is soft, hypnotizing, and you know you can’t say no to him. You never can. The whole thing feels like a dream, like being stirred in honey, back and forth, back and forth,
‘’ Come with me, ‘’ he breathes, laboured, moaning, ‘’ Even if you don’t do this, I want you to come back with me. ‘’
Fuck.
‘’ Stop- ‘’ you press your fingers to his mouth, to keep his moans from echoing in the hallway, to keep his words from piercing through your skin,
‘’ I’ll take care of you, you know I will. ‘’ he starts again. His breath is warm on your fingers, you can feel the humidity on your skin. His hand lowers on your stomach, fingertips sliding under your underwear,
‘’ I know. I know, I just- ah ‘’
You melt into him, pushing your hips into his hand as he pushes back against your thigh,
‘’ Come with me, I beg you. ‘’
Come for me. Your resolve is weak in his hands. Slipping between your fingers, pooling around on the floor, seeping into the carpet,
‘’ Yes, alright, yes. ‘’
A defeat of sorts, but not one you go out of really losing. Your underwear slightly burns your skin as he pulls it up, pushing it to the side as much as can. He moans in your ear, again and again. Your head rolls on his shoulder, and it’s your turn to cry out, chest pressing against his,
‘’ Don’t, god- Please don’t be too loud, if someone walks in- ‘’
‘’ Are you even listening to yourself right now? ‘’ he breathes out, laughing.
You can feel him smiling against your cheek, how taunting his words are, teasing. Tomorrow will be another day, but as he lowers you onto the desk once and for all, pushing around at the papers and clippings, you know you signed yourself off to something way above your pay grade.
#javier pena x reader#javier pena imagine#javier x reader#narcos imagine#narcos imagines#pedro pascal x reader
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The Closet
Sebastian Stan
Pairing - sebastian stan x fem!reader
Summary - y/n is finally moving in with her boyfriend, sebastian, and they are having difficulty over deciding who gets what closet space.
Warnings - use of y/n, female reader, implications of sexy times
Word count - 1k
a/n - basically just fluff and sebastian being an amazing and caring boyfriend!
masterlist sebastian stan
Three suitcases, two duffle bags and five boxes were packed into Sebastian's spacious room. The walls were painted a caramel brown with cream bedsheets and matching pillows. There was an adjacent bathroom with a bath to the left and a shower to the right.
Our rug was a rose pink that went well with our white tiled floors. I loved those floors, they always felt nice and cool during certain...moments.
In the bedroom there were also two large windows, a couch in the corner and a massive closet, which leads me to my current problem. Sebastian is too good at sharing. I have insisted constantly on getting my own space, like a dresser or something so he doesn't have to share his personal space with me.
"Y/n, sweetheart, light of my life, I want nothing more than to share this space with you." His arms encircled my waist as he tried to convince me. "You live here now baby girl, this is your space now too." his eyes searched mine, waiting for me to disagree with him. "But it's your home, and-" "Our. Our home, y/n." he looked at me knowingly, and I felt like his gaze was daring me to try and disagree with him once more.
"But Seb, you've lived here for longer than I have, and you have the right to-" "y/n! We're sharing closet space, not discussing human rights, sweetheart. I know what my rights are, and I have the right to share my closet with you. I only take up like a quarter of it anyway! Now will you stop being stubborn and start helping me unpack?" he asked with a soft smile.
I threaded my hands through his hair and pulled him in for a soft and slow kiss, overwhelmed by his ability to be so giving and welcoming. I felt truly adored by him. I pulled away and gave him one last peck before going to put one of my records on my record player, one of the first things we had unpacked.
I chose Taylor Swift's re-recorded Red album, my all time favourite. It felt appropriate for starting such an important new chapter of my life, and I knew I wanted to remember this day for the rest of my life.
We started unpacking my clothes next, starting with shirts. I hung them up in a colour coded order, just like I had at my place. Sebastian knew this and did his best to help me organize my shirts by colour. Soon we moved on to folding my pants and placing them in the drawers that were under the hanging section of my side of the closet. I felt hands grab my hips and his chin came to rest on my right shoulder.
His warm breath fanned over my neck and he started to sway his body in time with the song that was playing. I slowly spun around and placed my hands on his lower back after I finished folding. His eyes were closed and he rested his forehead against mine. I loved this man with my whole heart and being.
His eyes opened as the song finished, his lips moved into a soft smile before connecting with my forehead. I moved my cheek to rest on his chest, moving closer and holding him tighter as the next song came on.
Sebastian sat on the couch with my feet gently tucked under his legs. I watched his side profile from my position on the couch. He was so handsome, the corners of his eyes crinkled as he laughed at a scene from the movie we were watching. His movements jostled the popcorn bowl resting on his lap.
I slowly snuck my feet out from under him, deciding instead to move to lean into his side. He hummed and kissed the crown of my hair, wrapping his arm around me securely. "I love you y/n" He smiled down at me. I played with his soft hair, "I love you too Sebastian."
The movie ended with us cuddled up, and me drawing circles on the back of Sebastian's hand with my thumb. I always loved his hands. They were so gentle and delicate all while being sexy and strong. I picked it up and kissed it. Suddenly he picked me up, holding the backs of my knees and my back, carrying me bridal style.
"What are you doing?" I giggled. "Bringing my Queen to her new bed." he kissed my cheek as he set me down on our comfy bed, closing the curtains before joining me. "I love you y/n/n. Thank you for being here." he said, pressing a gentle and loving kiss to my lips. I returned the action, "I love you too, and thank you for allowing me into your life."
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It was late August ;
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader.
Click HERE for the AO3 version.
Synopsis: the tale of a summer... and its end.
Content: angst; romantic; bit of fluff; slice of life; GhostxReader;
Note: I cried, bye.
It was late August ;
But before that, it was a peaceful May night that turned into June when your eyes met for the first time, and with June came the bright stars, the clean skies, the colourful flowers, the heat that turned into warmth on his torn and tattooed skin, the fresh nocturnal wind and birds chirping a less harsh dawn than the winter one.
A dawn shared, after so many years, with someone by his side.
His shoulder dropping its weight lightly on yours, and that crisp, new feeling of possibility.
In mid-June his first laugh; a real laugh, not a smile, not a smirk: a sincere laugh that made his eyes shape like two crescents.
Your heart skipped the first of many more beats, and when your hands found each other for the first time – when you two were sitting on the hood of his SUV looking at the lights of the sleeping city – you knew not to have been born by chance, and that you didn't want to spend that night alone.
After that one, many others followed.
Your clasped hands were enough, though; there was no need for anything else if you had each other.
His insomnia, always present, had become almost a gift: your profile illuminated by the first summer moon, your hair ruffled by the silk pillowcase, your little kissable nose; his arms around your little body.
''Get away from me, doll. There's still time'' - he whispered in the crook of your neck at the end of June.
Each night, every night; softly.
''Go, get away from me. You know I don't deserve you.''
He held you tight, kissed your round cheeks, full of life and sweet as juicy peaches.
''Run away, hurry, I don't have to see you…” He used to say.
“But how, how can I do it if – even if I wish you would leave me – I don't want to lose you?'', and he held you tight and close again, like no one had ever done, kissing your back.
Again, again, again.
''I'm not what you believe me to be, forgive me, doll. I didn't fall from the sky: I re-emerged from the underworld. I'm only capable of losing the ones I love the most'' – he said one night in mid-July.
His perfume, his big body curled up and sweaty stuck to yours, so gentle, healthy and clean compared to his, full of scars, cuts, history: was he sobbing?
Your long, black eyelashes, your big eyes, your relaxed face.
They were the only things that kept alive that man who had been believed dead for years, perhaps since ever, during these months.
Your delicate hands, so tiny, soft – healings, were saving him with every touch of yours.
"Touch me only with your eyes" he had whispered one evening on your doorstep with his camo still on and the tiredness of a day spent in the barracks written in the eyes, but you knew well that what he meant was something else.
So your sweet and full lips had touched his above the mask fabric and it had slipped away, his shampoo-scented dark blond curls had welcomed your hands as if it were natural, and his skin, when you began to taste it in every corner of his body, had become your favourite flavour in this universe.
"I only know how to deceive, make people suffer and make them cry. Stop before it's too late, doll", but you wanted him; and he wanted you.
You knew it and he knew it too.
That strong pain in the centre of his chest suggested it to him whenever he looked at you, whenever he loved you at night, between the creaks of an old creaky bed and a distant, barely lit, strawberry and mint scented candle; lit just like that small - but still alive - flame that lit up the big broken heart of that so big, so sad, but so damn good man for, to and with you.
The first nights of August were a continuous fire.
And there was no sun that could compare with what you and he had created: you were explosive.
Your lips spoke a sweeter and warmer tongue; the pain you didn't know was now infinite pleasure, and his kisses cured everything you thought your body couldn't handle - but in the end you always made it, and this ending was the most delicious ever. Your moans were the fuel of that tireless man and his coaxing sweet, pillow talk.
“I have no eyes, no heart for anyone. None but you, you…” and a warm tear ran down his cheeks and settled on your abdomen.
He remained embraced by your hips, your pale hands in his now freshly buzzed hair for the upcoming mission.
It was almost, but his 100 kg resting on your lap reminded you that it wasn't time yet, that it wasn't the time yet, that he was still talking to you.
Because yes, he talked, he always used to talk to you at night.
He thought you were asleep, but you were not.
But how? How do you do such a thing? What do you say back and why?
The sunlight hardened him, pushed him away from you; the night joined your paths and his heart seemed able to beat, to come back to life. And so you had always kept silence in those moments just to hear his voice, even though you were the real chatterbox - his favourite one. A real relentless talker, always with something to say and that bright smile ready to pain his heart.
He, collector of your speeches, your words, your fears, weighed the words as if they were dangerous, but how many times would he have wanted to tell you that you were his truth, his tranquillity and his cure; that you were saving him, that there was only you, that he had placed his destiny in your hands; because he knew it would all end - that it would have to end, that he had to save you, that all this was an illusion, a delirium, the most difficult torture he would have had to face at the moment of saying goodbye, because he knew he didn't have much time left in his favour.
“Before time runs out, I want you to know that you’re the love of my life. I owe you this, I owe you everything, my doll’’ –
Simon would have wanted to tell you this each and every time that you were next to him, that you were away from him, that you crossed his mind, that he smelt your smell or just imagined it, but nothing like that had ever crossed his lips.
Too hardened as he was by the life itself, he did not feel worthy to speak of love, nor to be worthy of being loved.
It was late August when you, the girl with her head on the moon and up in the clouds, were hit by the biggest pain bomb you've ever experienced and which - you were sure - you would never get over.
Silence had stolen all your words, and that strawberry and mint candle went out at the exact moment in which the house intercom had rung and that man in a uniform, who was not YOUR man in uniform, had handed you the box that now – at this precise moment – you have in front of you, on the low wooden table in the living room crafted by none other than the man you’ve been missing for the past 3 weeks; the table where you lean as if under anaesthesia in search of support; your heavy eyes wear out at the sight of those objects rigorously placed next to each other, as if by keeping them close you could piece together a puzzle whose pieces are burning in front of you.
A crumpled, bloodstained envelope.
Inside of it: a small photo of you and a yellowed sheet: just a couple of short sentences written on it.
On the table, next to this letter-like hurtful bomb, a plastic bag with a metal plate with some letters engraved on it: a military dog tags.
''Lieutenant Simon Riley ''Ghost'', RH+, 237509, Unknown, other''.
You re-read the sentences written in black ink on the blood-stained sheet of the letter: the endearing handwriting that you loved so much and that will never again be able to hatch words, and yet another hot, stinging tear scratches your face and breaks your soul into dust:
"I know you've always been awake.
I will come back to hug you every night.
I promise, doll.
I am sorry, thank you and… I love you.
Yours forever,
Simon."
It was late August when silence devoured your life, when the wind turned cold and life became a distant diary memory;
It was late August when his heart stopped beating – and so did yours.
It was just late August…
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camera's rolling
pairings: souya x afab!reader
cw: camstars souya n reader. reader uses she/her pronouns. f receiving oral. puppy hybrid!souya. breeding. a lil bit of possessiveness. probably ooc souya. fingering. kinda switchy souya n reader. soft dom souya. consensual filming. 'puppy' is used excessively for souya.
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notes: for @eijirhoe's cat girls are ruining my life! collab :] thank you so much for letting me join !! omg tbh i haven't written a non-self ship fic since last year so i was very nervous but then while i was crying over a bokuaka fic last night i came up w this idea and scrapped the prev drafts i'd written beforehand n stuck to this n i really like it. i think idk im so nervous puppy!souya's gonna be in my head for the next forever. he was def a shiba inu in this :P
the world of pornographic websites have grown exponentially within the past decade. livelihoods depend on them, for creators and viewers alike. if you were to go to one of the rising websites and click on the ‘popular now’ tab, you’d find profiles with enticing but exaggerated horny bios. from couples, women who specialize in solo livestreams and everything far and between.
but then you’d notice the profile on the fifth spot, completely out of place. the profile picture looks to be a body shot with a mop of blue curls resting against a stomach, the bio says ‘just a girl and her puppy’, you’d be intrigued. how a plain looking profile can be so high in the current popular profiles.
being one half that makes this profile complete, you still can’t grasp your head around this popularity, you’re so sure that everyone comes across your profile just to watch souya, your puppy hybrid boyfriend. the one who loves you so hard and so deeply and shows it through the videos you make, he has the most perfect body with a sensitive tail and even more sensitive ears. touching these places elicit the prettiest sounds from him and though the two of you don’t show your faces, hiding under blurred circles or matching masks, people stay and watch just for him, you’re sure. the comments say otherwise though, an equal number of comments talking about the two of you and how horny your content gets them. how puppies wish they had someone like you to take care of them and how some people wished they had the perfect puppy like souya.
you still find yourself basking in the popularity anyways, just as much as souya does, that it feels like second nature when you prepare all the lighting while souya sets up the cameras, making sure the view of the bed is just right while another gets a different angle of the entire room from the side. then, you press record and then the magic starts.
donning a mint green matching lingerie set, decorated with frills and lace around the edges, souya doesn’t think he’s seen anything more beautiful. like yours, the top half of face is covered with a mint coloured decorated mask but his eyes peak through the holes and you can see the way they sparkle as you make your way over to him. the camera to the right of you doesn’t catch the way his tail wags high up in the air, but if the sound doesn’t catch it either you can just add the footage from the other camera later when you edit the video.
“all good to start, puppy?” you ask as you stop in front of him, legs slightly parted as he brings his hands up to slide along the outside of your thighs. with a smile on his uncovered mouth, he nods and you bend down, delicate fingers tickling the underside of his chin as you plant a sweet kiss on his lips.
when you stand up again, he immediately leans forward and presses a kiss to the inside of your thighs before moving his mouth up to where your clit is underneath the fabric of your panties.
he breathes in deeply, moaning in a low tone at the soft smell of the freshly washed fabric mixed with your arousal and the faintest hint of your sweet perfume. “get these off for me.” his voice is muffled with how much of his face is covered in between your legs. you let out a soft laugh as you card a hand through his hair and ease him out from his hiding space. he follows your movement reluctantly and when he looks up at you again, you give him a sorrowful look, tilting your head to the side with a small pout. “have to get you out of there if you want it off, puppy.”
souya hums as he nods, hands moving up to the hem of your panties. despite his insistence to take them off, his hands move slowly as he pulls the fabric down your legs. eyes trained on your pussy, he watches as it slowly reveals itself when your panties descend. they don’t even reach the floor by the time souya loses patience and plants his mouth against your clit again.
you gasp at the suddenness of his action, wobbling slightly as you step out of your panties while your other hand joins the first one in tangling themselves in his mop of curls. “that’s it, puppy. take what you want.” your eyes relax as they focus on him, how his eyes flutter shut as his tongue peaks out and trails down your folds before sliding back up and flicking against your clit. his hands find purchase on your hips now, guiding you to jut them out forward, giving him easy access to bury his face into your mound.
when he captures your clit into his mouth and pleasures you with suckles, you reward him with blunt nails scratching against his scalp, pretty moans falling from your mouth as you roll your hips against his head before pulling back at the peak of your stimulation.
at the first breath of fresh air, souya’s soft pants fill the room but he still has the hunger in his eyes where he’s insatiable until he gets another taste of you. “god, ‘t feels so good, puppy. you’re doing so well.” you coo through gritted teeth as your hands move to the sensitive spot behind his ears, rubbing his scalp and eliciting a drawn out whine from him that makes heat erupt throughout your body.
he blinks up at you as he moves down further, the fat of his silky tongue parting your folds and sitting flat for you to grind against. he watches as your nose scrunches up and your eyes flutter shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you chase your orgasm on his tongue before slowing your hips into rolls. “want me to cum, puppy?” he nods against you and the motion has your knees buckling, “gotta work for it then, almost got me there. making me feel so good.” your voice is breathless and sweet and it has souya warming up to the point where he feels like he’s burning with desire. praise after praise and all just for him, he’s determined to make you feel better than anything you’ve felt in your entire life.
he sucks a deep breath in through a gap, filling his lungs with enough air to keep him conscious while he closes his mouth around your clit, letting you maneuver his head to the right position before he begins sucking. you choke back a whimper as the wet sounds of him sucking your clit sounds throughout the room but louder in your ears. “that’s right, pu– puppy ah, i’m gon– i’m so close!”
souya groans his appreciation and continues sucking, tongue peaking out to join in the pleasure by sinking into your tight hole that you startle before relaxing in his grip as your orgasm erupts like syrup straight down his throat. your voice carries through with soft moans as you twitch against his face, his tongue easing out of you to lick your cunt clean of the remnants from your orgasm.
you’re panting softly as you come down from your orgasm, body twitching positively with aftershocks to the heat and softness of souya’s tongue and mouth. when he finally lets you go, you bend down to his height level before pressing your kiss against his in a heated kiss. his hands come up to adjust your mask before they move down to cup your face, thumbs rubbing across your cheeks. you moan into his mouth as your tongue slips into his to lick at the taste of yourself on him while your hand travels down to stroke his achingly hard cock and the other to his flitting tail which has only grown more excited at the feeling of your lips on his.
“need a break?” souya asks in between sweet pecks to your lips. you nod as he plants a kiss to the tip of your nose before sitting back while he stands up and stops the recording on both cameras.
the break is what it usually consists of, refreshing gulps of water and a few minutes to cuddle and draw the connection in once again before the two of you get up to move the cameras around. setting them up in position that promise a better angle of the next scene which will be on the bed.
when the camera’s recording again a few minutes later, souya’s leaning over you one hand intertwined with yours that's lying in front of you while the other is bent at the elbow, fingers parting your slick folds before sinking inside. your clench around him is immediate, two thick and long fingers are just enough to stretch you out comfortably.
your knees part to give him more room as he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of you, the sloppy wet sound increasing in volume as he whispers into your ear. “you’re gonna be loud for your puppy, right? let all our viewers hear how good my cock makes you feel, hm?” right on cue, your vision focuses on the camera in front of you, capturing the scene of souya’s body on top of yours, his hand over yours and the twitching flex of his other shoulder as its fingers pump into you. at least from this angle, they can also see the way his tail wags erratically.
“mhm, gonna be extra loud for you, puppy. m–my puppy.” you slur, hips bouncing back so skin meets skin while his fingers dig deeper into you. he rewards you with a kiss before sitting up on his knees and pulling his fingers out of you. the hand holding yours releases after a short squeeze before landing on your bare back, now void of the matching bra, pushing you down and arching your back so your ass remains high up in the air.
“your puppy. all yours.” he agrees as he takes the head of his cock and rubs the tip along your folds. you’re clenching impatiently, twitching to hurry and ease him inside but he’s the one in control. it’s silent for a few seconds but you can feel a whine bubble from the back of your throat, only releasing it when you feel a warm glob of spit land on your ass before it’s smothered down to your cunt with the head of souya’s cock. then, finally losing patience himself, he pushes his head in and sinks into your hole slowly and all the way until his balls rest against your clit.
the two of you let out long sighs of relief as your walls encompass his cock, thick and long and so familiar that you squeeze around him extra tight like you’ve been without him for months. he shudders as he grabs your hips, quickly getting used to the feeling of your warmth around him before he draws his hips back and pushes into you again. he starts off slow, letting you grow accustomed to his cock and its hardness as it prods and grazes against your sensitive walls.
“look at you, taking all of me in. such a good girl.” the smile is so evident in his voice and you grow dizzy with pleasure.
“puppy, pl- please move. ‘make me so feel good, ‘nd i wanna make you feel good too!”
he groans as you quickly lose your mind, giving in and setting a pace that he knows you love, enough for you to fidget against the bed but not nearly fast enough for the creaks to sound at the roughness of his thrusts. the camera catches the way your ass jiggles as they meet his hips and the way the lines of his abs deepen with each exertion. perfect material for all your viewers to lust and fawn over when they watch over the finished product.
“can’t hear you, baby. what happened to being loud for your puppy, huh?” souya asks, his hand snaking through your hair and tugging you up so your face is in view of the camera but your mask falls off. the annoyance at the realisation that he’ll have to edit in a blurred circle over your face quickly disappears when he looks at the viewfinder, seeing your eyes roll while your mouth falls open in a sharp gasp. he pushes a rough thrust into you and you cry out, sweet voice falling into a moan that ends in a delirious puppy!
“that’s right, let them know, baby. l–let them hear how good puppy’s good is ma– making you feel– ugh.” he releases your hair and lets you fall face first into the soft blanket, stilling with his cock still deep inside you as he picks up your mask and readjusts it over the top half of your face. “gotta keep your pretty mask on, can’t have people seeing that pretty face or they’ll want you even more, right?” he coos, voice so sweet but in this context, it causes a shiver to run up your spine at his possessiveness.
you shake your head, “‘m all yours, puppy. no one else, just you!” you muffle into the bed sheets and he hums as his hand cups the underside of your face, lifting your face to the side before smashing his lips against yours in a desperate kiss. your mouth falls open and he slips his tongue inside, turning the kiss messy with your noses brushing against each other’s cheek. “please move again, puppy. wanna feel you cum inside.” he coos at your pleas, smiling sweetly against your lips that have turned glossy with the mix of your spit and his.
“‘course, baby. my cum doesn’t belong anywhere else.” souya rubs his cheek against yours as he arches his back to rut into you. you mewl at the closeness of him, how his skin covers yours and the sweat emanating from both of you sticks the two of you together.
feeling the last phase begin to take its toll, souya stands up on his knees once more, one arm curling around your waist to press hardened fingers against your clit, rubbing your nub in time with his thrusts which pick up with enough speed and force that has you gasping and biting into the sheets beneath you. completely overwhelmed, heat settles in the pit of your stomach and quickly spreads throughout the rest of your body, familiar enough that you know what’s approaching.
“hnggh pu– puppyy i’m gnna cum!” your sentence trails off in a drawn out moan as your body tightens up and your pussy grips souya’s cock in a vice tight grip, orgasm washing you in waves that has your brain emptying into nothing.
“yeahh baby, just like that. so tight around me, i love it.” he groans as he fucks you through the twitches of your climax. he swears he can feel every single one of your muscles stimulating his cock, milking him for his own cum to fill you up. with his mind slowly giving into the blissful feeling, he doesn’t get the chance to announce his own climax, using the last of his energy to fall on top of you, mouth beside your ear and groans spilling out of his lips in time with the cum spilling deep into you. you turn your head just in time for his lips to find the side of your mouth before they connect with yours. your breath mixes with each other’s as you pant heavily, letting the sensation of your orgasm mellow you both out.
“love you s’much, puppy.”
souya smiles, his heart feeling so full at your softness.
“i love you too, baby.”
two days later, after editing the video and inserting clips from both angles, it’s ready to be posted. you’re both resting against the couch in the living room, relaxing after an hour long livestream that still has your body and muscles aching. your work laptop is in souya’s lap and you watch as he puts the final edits to the video description before finally pressing ‘post’. the two of you share one final kiss and that’s that.
the next morning when you wake up, you get a notification from the website, congratulating the two of you for the top spot on the site’s popular creators and that’s all it takes for you realize the success of your popularity doesn’t come from souya exclusively, but from the both of you.
#souya x reader#souya smut#souya kawata smut#souya kawata x reader#angry smut#angry x reader#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyorev smut#anime smut#reupload bc i posted it too late if you saw the first version no you didnt#mon's words
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Character Profile - America
Character Name: USA, Murica, Alfred, Alfie-come-lately, Al. 1585-1775 - Alfred F Kirkland. 1775-???? - Alfred F Jones.
Age: 16 as of 1775, 18 in 1789, 21 mid 19th century. 25 by WW2 and still generally in that range.
Height: 6'0/183cm in 1775, 6'2/189cm after 1850ish.
Physical Description: This child was born a tungsten cube and grew into an adamantium adult. He's tall, broad-shouldered and strong. USDA Grade-A corn-fed BEEF right here. He's muscle as fuck with a good inch of fat on him every which way. Really putting the dough in doughboy. He's athletic, with the shoulders of a linebacker but is shockingly graceful and easy in his body. Arthur loved him enough that the confidence and good nature he exuded in his posture and looks are 100% genuine 80% of the time. He was an absolute cherub of a baby and grew into the kind of good looking that would really be described as more beautiful than handsome if he wasn't as broad as the baptist definition of sin.
Eye colour: Pacific, deep water navy, NASA mission blue. Dark, dark blue. Almost black, if not in good light.
Hair colour/style: Amber waves of grain. Two or three shades darker than Matt's and less red than Matt's or Jack's. Imagine all the wheatfields of America at the reaping, find the average tone, and that's Alfred's hair colour. Rich, harvest grain gold. It has a good amount of wave to it that shows even with its being short. He's generally worn it short and to one side to show off the wave he can get. Had some wicked curtain bangs in the 90s tho.
Other distinguishing physical traits: He has never worn a beard in his life, but it tends to come in redder than his hair. Aunt Bridgie's genes really start flexing there. He's got a mostly faded scar over his heart from Matt's pyromaniac-ass burning down DC. And probably more I'll have to add here later.
Personal Appearance/Style: Alfred loves looking good. The first thing Francis taught him was how good he could look and he's been following it ever since. He prefers blue suits, but he'll wear warm greys and black. He knows he looks like a ten-course meal in just grey joggers and a NASA t-shirt against those golden guns of his though. Also, the uniforms he picks are the ones that look good on him. Does he look like shit in one shade of olive drab? He's swapping it out. He showed up in Japan on the Black Ships in the most flattering cut of the Navy officer's uniform there was and it looked fucking good on him, all that dark blue with gold accents. He likes brown leather over black because the warmer colour looks better with his golden boy looks, and he knows it.
Verbal Style: He uses a neutral American or a less broad New England accent when overseas but slides in and out of any possible American accent at home. He got shot at during the Civil War because even in blue the whole goddamn time, he would slide into his original Virginia accent and have to duck rifle fire. Fucker probably sounded slightly transatlantic for a while in the 20th century. He doesn't purposefully code-switch from culture to culture; it's just automatic. He speaks several languages fluently and without an accent if he wants to, but he uses a southern accent speaking Japanese or a Kennedy Accent when speaking German. He knows it's not a jelly doughnut, Deutschland, promise! The more Arthur annoys him, the thicker his American accent gets.
Level of Education: Arthur educated him at home, got him, tutors on literally anything that Alfred fancied, apprenticed him out to any trade that interested him; printing and gunsmithing were the big ones, and then sent him to Harvard when he got bored with that. He graduated from West Point just before the Civil War and personally shot a few of his classmates who sided with the south :) but turned more to engineering, commerce and math after the war. He didn't reappear in the east until the 1880s, so he did a lot of mail-order books and self-study during that period. He also got another degree from The University of the Pacific in that period out west.
Occupation: The government is always trying to rope him into shit, but the boy's heart is in the stars, and something the government did has to be a big deal before he gives a flying fuck. His main squeeze is NASA, but he occasionally shows up to DC to steamroll some favours out of congress, especially when he has the urge to fly something experimental or a particular issue has been bothering him.
Past Occupations: Soldier, sailor, airman, astronaut, gunsmith, printing press operator, mechanical engineer, heiress, physicist, chemist, biologist, anthropologist, archaeologist, mechanic, railroad engineer, cowboy, blacksmith, cook, construction worker, gamekeeper, welder, a gold miner. The boy has some restlessness, okay? He's had many jobs.
Skills, Abilities or Talents: Alfred, even amongst nations, is quite freaky. Super strength, damage resistance, resurrection power that's faster than almost anyone. He can fly, drive, handle or otherwise operate any vehicle without training. He knows how they all work. He's also highly gifted in math and physics. He has been known to make California tremble a wee bit when he's genuinely well and fucking pissed. He'll get his ass lost on a boat or on foot, but in the air, he's possibly the best navigator on the face of the earth. But literally, he can do almost anything he sets his mind to. It's unnatural.
Admirable Personality Traits: Optimistic, idealistic, brilliant, generous, confident, fair.
Negative Personality Traits: Self-righteousness, recklessness, thoughtlessness, arrogance,
Sense of Humor: Silly, slapstick, observational.
Physical/Mental illness or affliction: He's sometimes just shy of narcissistic but usually pulls himself off the brim. Arthur's sons might be eligible for an ADHD diagnosis, but I did that on accident before I got diagnosed rifp. He's not the anxious or depressed type. He has had periods of pretty acute PTSD.
Hobbies/Interests: Computers and tech, filmmaking, archaeology, camping, hiking, adventure sports, surfing, paleontology, working out, protein foot products, star gazing, listening to audiobooks and podcasts. But, like, literally everything interests this kid.
Favourite Foods: BBQ; he can't pick a favourite style tho. Burgers, cheese fries, pizza, strangely flavoured novelty chips. Apple pie with ice cream and blueberry maple ice cream is his and Matt's favourite. Paw-paws are a very rare treat. Huckleberry-flavoured anything will make him absolutely grin.
Most important personal item: He expected to inherit Arthur's pocket watch like other sons did their fathers in the 18th century, so in 1976, when Arthur did give him the pocket watch and a very expensive wristwatch because the pocket watches had gone out of style, he has worn it everywhere since. To Mars and the Mojave, he'll wear that thing everywhere and get it repaired if it takes any damage.
Person/friend close to character: Matt's his best friend. He and Maria are also close but belligerent. Arthur is also in his top 5. Kiku, Ludwig, Tolys, Romano, Mai, etc, are all on his very close friend list. Of older nations, he and Brighid are very close, if complex.
Brief family history: He was born in 1585 or so in Virginia. Arthur said, "finders keepers," From that moment, he was the man's firstborn child. In his childhood, he mainly had Arthur and Rhys, and Alasdair and Brighid, somewhat less until later. He's never met his grandmother or her ghost. He was an only child for about 20-30 years and spent a lot of his childhood functionally an only child with Matt in Francois' care. The two youngest 'siblings' he's got he's not quite sure what to do with them. The relationship isn't precisely sibling-like, but he's pretty fond of them, and he has some trauma from being ditched in New England during the British Civil War, so he saved their asses in 1941.
Most painful experiences in the character’s past: I don't think anything can top the Civil War because he represented the Union, i.e. the United States. It took him years and years to recover, especially because he was living a rough out west lot of the post-war. He got consumption while personally marching to the sea to burn the fucking shit out of the Confederacy. :)
Their Song: Babylon by Barnes Courtney.
#Character Sheets || bodies and flesh of borders and fences#Alfred || o beautiful for spacious skies#hws america
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Bratz Annual 2010 Profiles
YASMIN
Description : Yasmin is a quiet person, but she is as gentle and graceful as a princess. She is very open-minded and always tries to see situations from everyone's point of view, which means she often ends up playing peacemaker! Her love of alternate trends in fashion, health and beauty brings boho chic to the racetrack!
Racing colour : Russet
Racing title : Pretty Princess
Licence number : Y01
Racing Style : Confident and smooth
Backup team : Jade, Sasha , Cloe
Racing soundtrack : Black-eyed peas
Inside Information
Yasmin's lucky number is 7.
Yasmin loves romantic comedies with happy endings.
Literature is Yasmin's greatest love, and her shelves are crowded with well-read books.
Yasmin can't resist a bargain and she loves finding unique clothes in thrift stores.
Yasmin can't say no to Thai food!
CLOE
Description : Cloe is a creative queen who loves nothing better than mixing up funky new cosmetic looks to match Jade's cool costumes. She can be a bit of a drama mama, but her BFFs love her just the way she is. Her angelic looks bring a heavenly touch to the racing circuit.
Racing colour : Turquoise
Racing title : Angel
Licence number : C01
Racing Style : Dreamy and serene
Backup team : Jade, Sasha , Yasmin
Racing soundtrack : Duffy
Inside Information
Cloe's lucky number is 6
Cloe loves epic, lavish films.
Nothing beats a good mystery story in Cloe's opinion!
Art is Cloe's fav class because it's one place her imagination can go wild.
Cloe can't say no to sparkly fabrics!
JADE
Description : Jade is a fashionista who's always at the cutting edge of cool. She loves anything that's new and funky, and she has a natural gift for mixing elements together to make unique looks. Jade can always find the coolest shops and the hippest outfits ,and at the racing circuit she fits right in with the streamlined, super-fast styles of the top racer's.
Racing colour : Green
Racing title : Kool Kat
Licence number : J01
Racing Style : Cool and quick
Backup team : Cloe, Sasha , Yasmin
Racing soundtrack : Gwen Stefani
Inside Information
Jade's lucky number is 11
Jade loves stylish foreign films.
There is always a fashion mag in Jade's handbag
Sushi is Jade's fav food because it looks so cool on a plate.
Jade can't say no to a strawberry smoothie.
SASHA
Description : Sasha is a born organiser and she's not afraid of confrontation- she knows who she is, what she wants and how to get it! Music is the love of her life and she is happiest when she's just found a hot new sound. Her style is old school and new funk, and she brings that street scene blazing to the racetrack.
Racing colour : Violet
Racing title : Bunny Boo
Licence number : S01
Racing Style : Powerful and decisive
Backup team : Jade, Yasmin , Cloe
Racing soundtrack : Beyoncé
Inside Information
Sasha's lucky number is 3
Sasha loves edgy comedies with a dark side.
Ambition motivates Sasha, and she enjoys reading biographies of successful people.
Dance class is one of the highlights of Sasha's week.
Sasha can't say no to the chance to hear a new band play!
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Within Your Nacre
Summary
It was such a rare colour, in the shade of nacre, shining differently each time Lital moved even only slightly. Fuegoleon could spend hours by just looking into her nacreous eyes.
Lost within her nacre…
A/N
I've wrote this because I stumbled upon Fuegoleon bashing one day and I needed to give hims something good and fluffy, because he deserves it. It was also a good excuse to write Lital, my very first Black Clover OC.
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Fuegoleon loved his job as a Magic Knight and as a squad captain. He really did. But even he had to admit that there weren’t only good sides or advantages about it. It would have been odd if his work was just perfect, to be honest.
He cared a lot for this country, for the people living in it. He would be a bad Magic Knight captain and potential candidate to be the next Wizard King if he wouldn’t care. Even more, it was also personal. For his squad, for his siblings and his house, for his friends, his rival… and especially his beloved wife.
Lital.
Just thinking of her made Fuegoleon smile and the exhausting day of work he had behind him seemed suddenly less unnerving. Lital was wonderful, he would knew that after having loved her for ten years and won’t stop loving her.
Fuegoleon hoped that she was alright. Lital had been quite nauseous since a few days. It was probably nothing, he hoped. But he didn’t like to see the one he loved being unwell. Who would like to see their loved ones unwell, honestly?
Like him, Lital was a Magic Knight, member of the Crimson Lions, even though she only became a knight at eighteen. She had her reasons, given that she was a bastard – legitimated, but always remembered of her roots – and that she lived the first years of her life in the slums. But she was one of his best knights and even before they finally get a grip of themselves to confess their love for each other, Fuegoleon had knew that he could trust Lital, that he could count on her. It was the same the other way around.
She didn’t came to work today, due to her nausea. Instead, she decided to go see Owen. He could tell Lital what she had and once he would knew it, Fuegoleon could be able to finally taking care of her properly.
A soft hiss interrupted his train of thoughts as Fuegoleon reached his and Litals chambers within the Vermillion Palace. Today had also been quite exhausting for Salamander as well and knowing his spirit friend, he was probably impatient to get into a good fire to relax and rest.
“I’ve ordered that a fire would be done into your room. Go rest there, you can join us for dinner later.”
Salamander hissed thankfully, before he immediately flew away towards his room. People were a bit irritated that he would give a spirit his own room, but Fuegoleon didn’t care. Salamander became a friend since the day they bonded and this was what mattered to him. He owed Salamander quite as well.
Fuegoleon now moved towards his own bedroom. Well, his and Litals. He just couldn’t wait to see his wife.
And there she was, sitting in one of the armchairs, at the window, a book on her lap. Her dark purple and curly mane fell freely on her bare shoulders, with her long bangs elegantly braided out of her face. Her delicate profile, her long and slender fingers holding the book she was reading, her frame that fit so well in his arms.
Lital was for him the most beautiful woman in the world and not only on a physical level. She was also brave, calm but also passionate, truly kind-hearted despite her heavy past. Fuegoleon was so lucky to be love by her.
“Dear.”
“Fue, you’re home!”
Lital immediately let go of her book, got up and within the next second, she was embracing him. Fuegoleon hugged her back without any hesitation, careful to not burn her with his fire arm, but thankfully he had excellent control over it.
After a while, Fuegoleon let a bit go of her, to look into her gorgeous eyes. Everything about Lital was beautiful, but her eyes were simply mesmerizing. It was such a rare colour, in the shade of nacre, shining differently each time Lital moved even only slightly. Fuegoleon could spend hours by just looking into her nacreous eyes.
Lost within her nacre…
Lital was beautiful in each possible way, but her eyes were maybe Fuegoleons favourite trait of his beloved wife.
“You’re making those eyes again.”
“Those eyes?”
“Like you’re looking at me as if I’m one of the seven wonders of the world. Or maybe the eighth one. It’s kinda surprising that you’re still doing it after we are a couple for even more than a decade.”
“I can’t help myself. It is so easy and wonderful to lose myself within your nacre.”
Lital blushed while smiling. Even after ten years, she was still blushing with happiness so easily when he complimented her. Fuegoleon remembered how Lital had difficulties to accept them before they got together. And how shy they had been about their two-sided feelings at first. Without sister Theresa, they would have continued within their shyness for years.
Fuegoleon was forever grateful to his ancient mentor to have helped him with his love.
“Sorry I wasn’t able to support you today with the nobles delegation,” Lital said as she lead him towards their bed. “Vanessa couldn’t come either for Nozel. She said that the hypocrisy of the nobles might be bad for her pregnancy.”
“Maybe she is not really wrong about that,” Fuegoleon replied with an amused smile. Nozel and Vanessa were now married since not that long, something the majority of nobility was still trying to recover from. And the fact that Vanessa had been a pregnant bride. Of course, the wildest rumours had been running, but for once, nobles were trying to hold it back, more or less. Not only because Nozel and Vanessa were completely unfaced by the rumours, but also because the future baby was in their eyes a new path to enter somehow into royalty. It was a never ending story.
“That delegation was a handful, my dearest. I think even William and Kaiser were close to lose patience with those nobles and to be honest, in the end none of us had any idea about what they wanted. There were too many contradictions. Of course we refused their request and the nobles wasted hours for nothing.”
Lital put a soft peck on his cheek, a comforting touch. “I’m sorry all of you had to go through that. I know that it’s belongs to your job as captains, but that kind of duty shouldn’t even be considered as one. How was Charlotte? She is a captain too, but very pregnant. Wasn’t it too difficult for her?”
Fuegoleon chuckled. If nobles were already shocked about Nozel and his pregnant witch bride, having Charlotte doing quite the same had been probably even a bigger shock. Yami and Charlotte planned to get married in December and Charlotte would be very close to the end of her own pregnancy. It was bold, but Fuegoleon knew that if was a couple that couldn’t wait much longer, it would be those two.
“Yami and Charlotte left right after the delegation were out of the room, it had been certainly exhausting for her. But she was very proud and daring the whole ordeal. If I learned anything today, is that pregnant women can be very, very frightening sometimes.”
Lital laughed and Fuegoleon couldn’t help but feel a wave of love wash over his heart at the sight. While living her first years in the slums, his dear wife had gained a very strong endurance, but she always kept a kind heart and joy. Her stepmother, who took her out of poverty and raised her as her own child, also made sure of that.
But still, Lital was also very able to be frightening when she wanted to. She was even able to not be afraid of Mereoleona.
How much he loved her and was proud of her.
Litals laughing calmed down, there were even happy tears at the corner of her eyes. How beautiful it looks within her nacre, especially when the last sunlight fell on it.
“You seem fine, Lital. Did Owen give you something against your nausea?”
“Oh, about that, darling…”
Lital didn’t stop smiling, but now she was blushing, almost nervous and excited, maybe? There was some special shine, one he never seen before. And only Heavens knew how learned each shade of Litals nacreous eyes by heart.
Fuegoleon frowned. Was something wrong? Probably not, he would have knew and Lital never hid important secrets from him. He saw her holding her belly, as if it was something precious…
Wait a minute!!
“You are… We’re going… I’m going… We will have a baby?”
“Yes!”
Fuegoleon was frozen, he was shocked of course. But there weren’t any doubts or fear in his mind and his heart. Just joy, growing joy.
He almost couldn’t believe it. But only almost.
A child… They were having a baby, he would become a father…
Of course they had talked about it, of course it had been in his mind. Of course he wanted children, to have a family on his own. But they hadn’t planned it yet, they were only married since this spring.
Was this really that important? Of course not. Nozel and Vanessa or Yami and Charlotte were becoming parents as well, their situations had even been way more complicated than his own. But the four of them were still happy to have babies.
And this kind of happiness was exactly what Fuegoleon was feeling right now.
“When?”
“According to Owen, our child might be born at the end of April or the start of May. We still have some time. But yes, my nausea and the fact that I couldn’t handle your grandfather’s strong cologne was due to… that.”
Fuegoleon couldn’t hold himself anymore, he pulled Lital into a tight hug. “Thank you, my darling. Thank you.”
“Why are you thanking me? I’m not the only who will become a parent, you know.”
“But I’m so blessed to have you. You and the little one,” Fuegoleon smiled, stroking her belly slowly. Their child was in there, already loved.
Fuegoleon softly cupped his wife’s face, looking lovingly into the shining nacre of her irises, before pulling Lital into a deep and slow kiss, putting in it all his love for her and for their still unborn child.
Yes, he couldn’t be more blessed right now.
A few months later, at the last of April, Fuegoleon and Lital Vermillion became parents of a strong, adorable baby girl, who had her mother’s nacreous eyes and her fathers red hair, plus the special red eyelines which was so typical of the Vermillion fire siblings.
They gave her the name Esclarmonde.
Esclarmonde Vermillion.
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