#sissy skills

[bbugsy]

need more sissy lore like * checks watch * yesterday

[andorerso]

sometimes I see such a beautiful gifset for another ship that makes me go "I wanna do this for rebelcaptain"

and then I don't

[musclesandhammering]

Youre 12 if you think dyke is a bad word and gay men cant say it

Why do I feel like you’re a gay man (saying this to me, a sapphic 😒)…

I don’t think dyke is a bad word. I say it all the time, as a queer woman. I think it’s a word that has a lot of history attached to it and has been used to cause a lot of queer women substantial trauma. And I think queer women reclaiming that slur is amazing and powerful and I love to see it.

But I’m not going to act like queer women who have trauma surrounding that word are somehow less progressive for not using it and not wanting it used around them. And I’m certainly not going to act like non-sapphics using it (even if they are in the lgbt community) is in any way progressive or evolved or ok whatsoever.

If you are not a queer woman (or femme-presenting nb person), you are not in the demographic that’s been victimised by this word. It’s not yours. It’s no less lesbophobic for gay men to use it than straight people.

Same goes for sapphics using slurs specific to gay men or cis people using transphobic slurs etc.

And like I said in the original post, it’s disheartening and disturbing that queer people (especially younger queer people who may not have as much direct history with these slurs) are getting so comfortable throwing around all of them with little discernment and being downright rude when they’re challenged on it.

Just because you’re under the lgbt umbrella doesn’t give you the right to cross boundaries of groups you’re not apart of & haven’t had to deal with the same struggles as. And if you send a bitchy anonymous message instead of just respecting what said groups are telling you (when it literally doesn’t cost you anything) then I’m assuming you don’t actually care about the “community” that much anyway.

[norrisainz33]

Glimpse || OP81

☆ summary: oscar’s long time girlfriend is rather private and always has been despite her family’s fame. slowly but surely fans start to discover more about her!

☆ pairing: oscar piastri x laeno!sibling!private!reader

☆ fc & warnings: various girls from pinterest & slightly suggestive, you are responsible for the content you consume

☆ requested: yes! sorry it took my literally forever. thank you for taking the time to request 🫶🏻

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ynlaeno: festivals with my favorite sister means we get to serve fits again ✨

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lilymhe: you are so hot

ynlaeno: no baby girl that’s you

alexandrasaintmleux: the world really is your runway

ynlaeno: you are one to talk 🤤

yourbff: bestie when are you going to be a model and grace the world with your beauty

ynlaeno: sooner than you think!

oscarpiastri: 🤤🤤🤤 god you look good baby

ynlaeno: thank you handsome 😘

landonorris: gross get a room

oscarpiastri: we have and you were mad about that too

landonorris: yeah bc your drivers room is connected to mine!!

ynlaeno: boys please 🫠

nicoleaeno: i love you sissy 🤍

ynlaeno: i love you more

mclarenf1: the most iconic sister duo ever

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f1gossip: everyone’s favorite wag, y/n, has been featured in her sister nicole’s most recent dance video!! this is the first time she’s been seen in a youtube video so this is big news and seems she’s as talented of a dancer as nicole!! maybe this is a sign that y/n’s finally going to share more

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user1: omg she can dance????? ugh i’m in love

user2: wondering if there’s anything y/n can’t do

user3: i wish we got to see her more often

user7: ugh me too y/n seems so cool

user4: i’m so jealous of their talent

user5: oscar is a lucky man , what i wouldn’t give for one chance

user8: no fr oscar is so lucky i mean look at her

user10: i’m begging one of you guys to get accepted as a follower on her insta so we can see what’s there

user13: working on it 😭

user9: y/n will forever be my favorite

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oscarpiastri: a week off means i get to follow the love of my life around and support her as she crushes the NY fashion week runway. i’m so proud of you y/n 🧡

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user1: FASHION WEEK?!

user2: she walked at fashion week?!?!?!? oh my GOD

user3: oscar im going to take your girlfriend

lewishamilton: congrats y/n! absolutely loved the collection

ynlaeno: thank you lew 😭

user5: y/n in her model era! lewis has competition fr

ynlaeno: osco 😭😭😭 thank you sweet boy

oscarpiastri: i love you gorgeous

ynlaeno: i love you more

oscarpiastri: simply not possible sweetheart

georgerussell63: and what can’t she do 💅🏻

ynlaeno: drive an f1 car!

georgerussell63: fair but you are good at karting! you even beat oscar last time!

user3: GEORGE DROPPING MORE LORE. she is good at karting??? y/n please let us know more about you im begging

mclarenf1: we love our fashion icon ynlaeno

user6: i knew this girl could dress but who knew she could own the runway too wtf

user7: y/n crumbs , thank you oscar

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user18: IS THAT Y/N?! SHE SINGS?!

user14: why is it that every day i learn of a new skill y/n possesses

user4: MOTHER Y/N

oscarpiastri: i can’t wait to see this 😍

nicolelaeno: it’s going to be a good one!! y/n FINALLY agreed to sing for me 🤍

yourbff: yesssss she finally decided to sing for a video?!

nicolelaeno: it only took a lot of bribing, begging and pleading!! ms girl loves her privacy but she’s too talented to not share

user16: just fell to the floor

ynlaeno: 👀 i’m so nervous for everyone to see this

nicolelaeno: don’t be, you’re so talented y/n/n 🫶🏻

nicolelaeno: plus the internet literally loves you

lilymhe: my talented bestie back at it again

user7: more y/n crumbs! thank you nicole

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f1gossip: this week on what lore are we going to learn about y/n: her and oscar were spotted out and about at an art gallery, she was in the background of an archery video that Nicole posted recently as well as a video from Nicole of y/n signing her favorite high school musical song and a video of her reading to a class of children has also surfaced. what do you all think about the ever elusive and private y/n being featured more often on social media?

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user1: i feel like in the past month alone i’ve learned more about y/n than i ever had before despite her and oscar being together for so long

user5: obsessed with this. i hope we keep seeing more of y/n

user6: y/n just casually being good at everything again

user7: talented, beautiful, kind ,,,, she is the total package

user11: oscar’s really winning with her

oscarpiastri: yes, i really am

user11: oh my god it’s him

user9: just give me one chance y/n

user13: chat i love y/n so much

user12: very demure, very mindful, very cutesy

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user9: gnawing at the bars of my encloser

user93: oh this outfit is eating

logansargeant: ok lover boy

oscarpiastri: hehe that’s me

user56: oscar your page is becoming a y/n fan account

lilymhe: god dmn i’m in love

oscarpiastri: get in line 😭

lilymhe: NO

user7: y/n crumbs, thank you oscar!

ynlaeno: omg baby 🥹🥹🥹🥹

oscarpiastri: you’re so beautiful

ynlaeno: you’re too sweet

oscarpiastri: and you’re the love of my life

ynlaeno: and you’re mine forever 🤍

alexandrasaintmleux: please tell her to send me that skirt

oscarpiastri: only if you send me leo in exchange

user8: i get it, if she was my girl id post her like this too

user66: OMG ITS HAPPENING EVERYONE STAY CALM

user47: the way she went from 781 followers to 134,978 in 24 hours needs to be studied.

user6: this might be the most aesthetically pleasing feed i’ve ever seen

user8: the way oscar is in almost every single one of the comments saying how much he loves her and how beautiful she is 😭😭😭😭

user81: man is obsessed and i’m so here for it

user76 y/n’s biggest fan award goes to oscar 😭

user87: if my partner doesn’t hype up my every move like oscar does for y/n… i don’t want it

user32: oscar has single handedly raised my standards for men

user12: please tell me y’all saw all her story highlights of her singing

user16: don’t forget all the ones where she’s dancing 😭

user18: there’s nothing this girl can’t do

user98: i didn’t think i could love her more but honestly after this glimpse into her life,,,, i really do

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user66: HI (louder than everyone else)

user98: omg hi mother

alexandrasaintmleux: pretty girl!! i can’t wait to see you in singapore 🤍

ynlaeno: i can’t wait to see YOU!! its been too long since we had a girls night. let’s get dinner (without the boys 😉)

alexandrasaintmleux: yes please mon amor

oscarpiastri: pic credits?!

ynlaeno: thanks for the pic oscar, you’ve been trained well 😉

oscarpiastri: ☺️☺️☺️ i’m learning

ynlaeno: yes you are sweet boy

nicolelaeno: ok gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous. i miss you so much

ynlaeno: i miss you too bestie. i hope college is amazing

user56: i got a notif that you posted and got so excited

landonorris: you better text me before you drop THE post

ynlaeno: it’s taken me forever to pick the right pictures but it’ll be dropping shortly

landonorris: eeeeeeeeek

user9: first story on public omg 😭😭

lilymhe: i am outrageously obsessed with you

ynlaeno: and i’m obsessed with you my gorgeous bestie

user23: HI HI HI HI HI

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ynlaeno: p.s. everyone say thank you lando for the impromptu photo shoot!! we love you dearly muppet 🫶🏻

oscarpiastri: thank you lando!

landonorris: you are so welcome. love you both to the moon and back ❤️

user4: no this is the cutest interaction i’ve ever seen im sick

user37: lando taking the pictures of them has me violently crying

user68: knowing lando took these pictures….. this might be the best thing to ever happen to me

oscarpiastri: i can’t wait to marry my best friend!! i love you my fiancé

ynlaeno: FIANCÉ!!! i know that’s right 🤍

user38: i love love

user27: THIS IS AN ICONIC FIRST PUBLIC POST

nicoleleano: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

ynlaeno: me too bestie

user45: icon status wow

georgerussell63: congratulations 🤍

ynlaeno: thanks georgie 🤍

lilymhe: i’m openly weeping 😭😭😭🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🤍🤍🤍

ynlaeno: 🤍🫶🏻😭

user96: she’s so real for this i’d come off private to brag about being engaged to the oscar piastri too

nicolepiastri: congrats you two 🧡

ynlaeno: thank you mama p 🤍

user46: best day ever for annoying ppl (me)

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a/n: thanks for reading!!! been busy with life and also having trouble with ideas. hoping to get back into the swing of things during fall break 🫶🏻

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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[abyssusinvo]

Also you gotta give the dude some MASSIVE credits when it comes to not accidentally killing himself whilst performing life-saving cyborg surgery on himself after face tanking a sea train.

[daddydomjayjay99]

ATTENTION SISSY DIAPER FAGGOTS

If you can meet these simple criteria! Message me and we’ll see if we can’t destroy your masculinity too! Understand however this is a commitment! Im not interested in babies who use me to talk dirty too, get their rocks off and ghost! If im dominating you this is a commitment to produce what daddy demands. Im looking for a plaything that wants to be humiliated, regress, demoralised, pushed to do uncomfortable things and who can commit and follow my orders over a long period of time. Approach me diaper faggots, submit and i’ll make your sissy baby girl dreams come true!

Criteria-

1. Firstly I’m sorry but I’ve simply got no attraction too babies who are overweight, I get far more enjoyment out of skinny or slightly curvy faggots being feminised. However that said if you are slightly larger and agree to go on a strict workout and diet plan to make your body more effeminate then we can work with that.

2. You live alone! Its not a dealbreaker if you don’t but I prefer it because i will as a minimum want you caged and diapered when in your own home. The aim is that as a minimum i will operate a doorstep setup where in you will as an absolute minimum be MY sissy diaper fag while in your home and when you leave to go to work or other commitments then you may be a “man” again.

3. THERE ARE NO TRIBUTE FEES OR DEMANDS OF PAYMENT TO ME!!!! With that said, I don’t want payed by you but what i will do is ask you to buy or save up to by sissy baby faggot items or clothing which i want to see you in. In the event your a good faggot and do as your told then Daddy is not apposed to buying you little treats.

4. You understand that daily communication with Daddy is non negotiable, you must always see too it when Daddy messages you answer within 12 hours. You will not ghost or go on communication blackouts of any kind.

5. You understand that Daddy’s word on anything is right, is law, you will endeavour to do everything exactly how daddy says and you’ll consider daddy’s opinion when making any big decisions yourself.

6. Now this one seems odd but please, only cisgender males approach. I have nothing against transgirl sissies i just personally dont feel comfortable degrading or humiliating them about being failures as men and giving the usually sissy humiliation tasks to someone who’s genuinely not comfortable in their own skin and is changing gender. Its less of a you thing and more of a me thing on that one.

What will be expected of you:

1. You will at an absolute bare minimum be expected to wear chastity 24/7 and diapers at any time when you are not at work.

2. You will present as a juvenile, girly, effeminate, dress wearing, diaper using, juvenile activity doing sissy from the moment you enter your home till the moment you leave.

3. Over time i will force you to take on more effeminate characteristics to further destroy your masculinity such as growing out your hair, getting ear piercings, growing your nails, shaving ALL body hair from the nose down, painting your nails, perhaps dyeing your hair. Should you be committed enough you will eventually be forced to use a breast enlargement pump and perhaps even oestrogen.

4. You will fill your closet with sissy and sissy baby clothing of which i approve and over time will throw out male clothing you wear at home.

5. You will be given task which require time to be taken daily to learn new skills which are vital too a sissy like you such as makeup tutorials and hair styling tutorials.

6. You will also accept that you will be unpotty training yourself at night so that you are diaper dependent at bed time. I want you to wake every morning to the humiliating feeling of a full diaper.

[mysuperiors]

“Lotta you sissies talk a big game about serving a real man, but then, when it comes to it, you ain’t got no skills. You can’t deep throat, you can’t take a hit, you don’t want to be choked, you cry when I make you lick my shoes. What good are you to me if you come to me not ready to serve? What am I supposed to do with you? Of course I’m gonna beat the shit out of you. Learn how to do it right or don’t do it at all.”

[sccpmccabe]

"Women will not be allowed to practice sports that go against their nature, and for this purpose, the National Sports Council must issue the necessary instructions to the country's sporting entities”, said decree-law 3,199 of April 14, 1941. The article was created during the Vargas Era and was in force until 1983. During all this time, he banned, among the sports considered masculine, the practice of women's football in Brazil".

These were years of oppression. Years of struggle, losses, achievements, tears, sweat and lots and lots of blood. It has only been 41 years since the practice of football by women was allowed in Brazil and all the investment and visibility of this sport came in even more recent times, but still and as always, we overcame all adversities.

With just 41 years of freedom we managed to create a name and reputation for our women's team, we brought in important names that entered the history of the sport such as Sissi, Formiga and the most known of all, Marta. With all this history, we have two silver medals in Olympic games, third places in World Cups, several Copa América titles and football that enchants almost everyone.

Tonight, once again, we make history and exceed the world's expectations. After 16 years, the women's football team returns to compete in an Olympic final, beating France, the home team (and this being the first time in history that Brazil has won) and even more recently the current world champion, Spain, a team with countless strong and highly skilled players.

I can't express in words all the pride I feel for these women just for the fact that they exist, but even more so now that we're back to a time of glory even after a terrible group stage, but football is like that, at some point you're at the top of the world and in the next second you could be on your knees on the pitch, shedding tears over a lost game.

Minutes after the match, Jenni Hermoso gave the following statement to Spanish radio: "We conceded four goals from a team that, for me, doesn't play football. But in the end what matters are the goals. I believe these were our faults. We don't play our football. They study us, they know how to hurt us, for me it's not football. I don't like this type of football. Obviously, they gained minutes, they lost you time, and for them, that was worth it. They're in the final and we're going for bronze."

Even with everything we have achieved in such a short time and with immeasurable difficulty, they still try to diminish us, our achievements, our struggles. But the message at the end of all this is this: You may not like us, how we play, how we vibe, how we cheer on and off the field, our celebrations and seeing us at the top, but that doesn't matter because back in 1941, the majority didn't like it either, but still Here we are. In search of glory, once again.

[wittlesissyb4by]

Horny-Brain

"Lift those legs! It's inspection time!"

You whimpered as you complied, feeling him press and grope the pamper roughly with no sympathy for the state it was in. You'd lost track of how long you'd been here, tied to this bed, kept in total darkness by the blindfold.

He came in to check on you about every 6 hours by your reckoning, but again, there was no real way to tell.

He'd check your diaper, smush the inevitable mess into you and watch you squirm and whimper behind your pacifier gag. He'd leave you in the mess while he spoonfed you some sort of pureed mush.

"You're being such a good sissy!" he'd say, stroking your hair. "Messing your diapers for Daddy."

But that was all you wanted to be: a sissy. You knew you probably shouldn't have met some strange man at his house after only conversing online, but you were horny, and you never made the best decisions while you were horny.

His dick wasn't as big as you were hoping, but he still managed to fuck your brains out. He even suggested you let him tie you up. You did. Still relying on that horny brain for decision-making skills. But that was where you really fucked up.

He fucked you again, sure. But after that things got really weird when he refused to untie you. "You'll just stay here for a bit." He said, "More time for Daddy to play with you!"

Again, you agreed. Wondering what the harm could be in staying tied up for another hour or two.

But that turned into several hours, and then the entire night. Then the whole next day. When you begged to be let out to use the restroom, he simply laughed a wicked laugh, and showed you where you would be relieving yourself.

After you were fitted for a diaper and pacifier gag, he slipped the blindfold over you, and that's the last thing you remember seeing for what felt like days.

Now he was mushing your freshly made mess into your backside again.

"Such a good sissy baybee!!" He cooed. Groping you with no regard for your feelings and how much it disgusted you. "How does that feel?"

You whimpered and whined into your gag, but dialogue was fruitless at this point.

You felt his hands stop, and the weight from the bed lifted. There was a rummaging through a drawer, and then a clambering as something was pulled out.

Your mind swam with possibilities in the darkness, but then you felt something press on the crotch of your diaper.

You wriggled your hips under it in an attempt to determine what it was, but that just made him giggle. Your question was answered after you heard a tiny little *click*.

The object sprang to life, buzzing and vibrating intensely on your pampered penis.

Waves of pleasure coursed through your soiled diaper, sending shockwaves up your hips and spine.

"Awww!! Sissy likes that, doesn't she?"

There was no denying it. Despite the situation, you hadn't gotten to cum since you'd been here. Instead, you just got fucked and felt him spray his own loads over your pathetic penis before he put a fresh pamper around it. You nodded your head back and forth, moaning into the gag.

"Aww!! What's the matturr?" he cooed after lifting the vibrator up in the air, making you lift your hips to eagerly search for it in the darkness. Your diapered load drooping and swinging back and forth.

He pushed the buzzing device back into your pelvis, pressing you back down into he mattress. You gripped your thighs around it, desperate to not let it go, but it was no use. He jerked it away every now and then, bringing you right to the edge and then stripping it away, leaving you frustrated and whining for more.

"You want more?" he teased. To which you nodded fervently, whimpering behind your gag. "I'll give you more," he said, gently rubbing your pissy pamper with the device, "but only if you agree to stay..."

You froze, eyes wide behind your blindfold. There was no telling how long you'd been here. You were ready to go home. To get out of these stupid diapers and go back to your life as a normal man, but then you felt the vibrator on your pelvis again...and all those normal thoughts melted away.

All you could think about was that buzzing between your legs. The sensation of it on your penis and your filth-covered balls. How good it felt, how long it's been since you had release...

Then it was stripped away again. The buzzing stopped, but the device remained there. You felt it. Grinded against it. Humped it desperately no matter how much it made the mush squish inside your diaper.

"Do you want to cum?" He asked simply.

"YES!!" you squealed into the gag, nodding your head because it probably came out muffled.

"Then do you agree to stay?"

Your horny brain was firing again. You had to get back to your life, but you also had to cum. Before you could stop yourself, you nodded your head 'yes'.

"You're gonna stay?" he asked again for clarification. "You'll still wear diapers, and you'll still get fucked any time I want. Is that what you want?"

No thinking. Just nodding. "Yes. Yes. Yes." anything just to get to cum.

He clicked the vibrator on. The buzzing resumed, and so did your waves of pleasure.

Yes. Yes. YES! This was it! This was all worth it! You could feel it building. You were going to get relief. Get release. Just not released...

Your legs trembled, your hips shook, you dug your dirty diaper into the vibrator as much as you could. Your arms yanked at the restraints but they held you firm. You pulled them inwards as your whole body tensed up and your orgasm started.

Then the buzzer stopped.

You had nothing to keep pushing you over the edge into orgasmic bliss. But your balls kept contracting, and your cock kept spewing. You felt the front of your diaper fill with warmth, but you didn't get the high of a typical orgasm.

It had been ruined.

Immediately your horniness left you as it emptied into your dirty diaper. All of the icky feelings came rushing back. The disgusting feeling of a wet, poopy diaper, now luke-warm from the time you spent in it, no longer blocked out by your horny-brain. But all the shame came flooding in.

What did you just do??

There was a tap on the front of your diaper. "I'm glad you decided to stay." he said, the weight lifting off the bed.

You tried desperately to object. To change your mind. To tell him you didn't mean it. But the gag muffled all of that. You tugged on your restraints and kicked your legs back and forth, making your dirty diaper crinkle incessantly.

"I'll let you enjoy the next few hours alone. That way you can think of how fun the next 3 weeks will be!"

But wait, wasn't he going to at least change your diaper?? But even through the blindfold you could tell the lights in the room went out, the door clicked shut, and a lock slid home. Leaving you there with what will likely be an imminent rash.

You'd done it. You agreed to stay. You had the chance to get out, but you blew it. All because you couldn't control your stupid, horny, brain...

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[dollmaidcrystal]

Mistress Aspyce's House: The Living Room

If you're a guest at Mistress's house, you'll spend most of your time in the living room. Whether you intend to sample the skills of her sissy maids or challenge Mistress to Tekken, the living room is well equipped for every sort of entertaining.

Mistress's living room features prominently in a lot of photosets we've taken over the years for one simple reason: It really has the best lighting in the house!

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

Interviews for New Beginnings: Part 4

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader, 3.1k words

Warnings: talking about home fire, cursing, talking about trauma

A/N: Hi everyone! This chapter is a little different. It's more about developing our characters, understanding what exactly is going on, and setting it up for later events. I'm sorry if this isn't particularly exciting, but I feel like this was necessary for the storyline I'm going down? I don't know, if you guys have thoughts lemme know! As always, I love hanging out with you all on here. It is so much fun, and it's just a reprieve and joy. And if you're finding this for the first time hello!! If you want to catch the first parts just click the tags that say Interviews for New Beginnings, and itll all be there! I promise I'm going to make a masterlist! I just don't know how to hyperlink and it's stressing me out. Anyway I'm sorry I talk so much! Love you guys! - Mo

The tailor shop was not always your family’s tailor shop. When your mother and father first immigrated to Camden, it was the one shop that agreed to hire them. Mr. Kahn was the originator, an older gentleman with large round glasses, the most illustrious beard you’ve ever seen, and the most soothing voice. When he saw the the pitiful young couple that would one day be your parents, he not only opened the doors of his shop, but his arms and his heart and his home.

Your father had been a tailor by trade in his home country, and quickly picked up the new skills and tricks that Mr. Kahn had so generously gifted. Mr. Kahn had no children himself, and his whole family had to stay in his own country as well. Like two lonely ships at sea your parents and Mr. Kahn found each other, and built a a new family. He was there for the birth of you and Eli and your brother, and there for the arrival of your grandparents. And when he passed away, he gave the shop and the home above the shop to your family, his other family. In honor of Mr. Kahn, your father and uncle kept the name Kahn’s and Sons. Though people knew you weren’t the technical Kahn Sons, everyone gave their regards to the beautiful picture of Mr. Kahn that hung in the front. His bright and shining smile and twinkling eyes kept watch over the shop, your family, and anyone who crossed the threshold. Anyone who looked at the painting smiled, remembering his gentle voice and his grand laughter.

That painting is the only thing that survives the flames.

As the sky turns a pale white, all that can be heard above the shocked voice and the rises smoke are the screams and wails of your mother, screaming and asking God why why why? Your aunt and grandmother holding her and weeping as well, praying and begging for an answer. You sister Esther on your hip keeps whispering, “What happened? What happened to our store sissy?”

And you have no answer. You have nothing in your chest but a numb buzzing, and acid in your throat. You feel hot hot tears making canyons in the ash that covers your face. You see Eli, your father, uncle, brother, grandfather, and other neighbors trying to move out any molten machines from the wreckage. When you make eye contact with Eli, he just shakes his head, tears having wiped the majority of the ash away. He looks at you as if yo say, “I don’t even know why we keep looking.”

Esther begins to cry, the smoke bothering her eyes, and you just begin to rock her and walk down the street to take her away from the wreckage. No child should have to see something so horrible as this.

People begin to stop and ask what happened. Who did this? Why Kahn’s? Why your father’s shop? You just walked past them. How would you know? How could anyone know? All you knew is that your sister was crying and coughing too hard. You just needed to get away. You just needed to get away. Just away.

On the other side of Camden, Alfie Solomons walks in to the office, after a long night of praying and bargaining for his secretary to be at her desk when he came in.

Despite his pleas, he is not surprised to see that her desk has been untouched, the stove has not been lit, and the air is too cold to breathe in. He rubs his face roughly, more for punishment than for comfort, and caresses the calendar on the abandoned desk, before tenderly picking it up and taking it to his own desk. Alfie found himself soon flipping through those wrinkled and pressed pages. Noticing the arrows and tiny scribbles on your near penmanship. As he further explores he finds himself chuckling lowly at the small characters of Tommy, Ollie, and even him and Cyril. He notes the repetition of his own name, with a small delicate heart over the i. He nearly completely smudges away the small heart with his tracings when Ollie knocks him back to Camden, “Uhm Alfie…”

“What?”

And that’s when he noticed it… the silence. There were people in the bakery, same amount as usual all doing what the need to do. But he heard… nothing. It was silent. All he could hear were the scuffing thuds of work boots against worn down floor boards, and the moaning creaks of barrels being turned over. Alfie got up from his desk, brushed passed Ollie to look at his men. But they weren’t his men. These were phantoms wearing the clothes of his men. “What the fuck is wrong with them?”

Ollie tenderly stepped behind Alfie, “Alfie… there was a fire last night…”

The blood in his heart immediately froze. His lungs shrank in his chest, and the air was suddenly sucked out of the room. “Where?” Alfie asked, though he already knew.

“Kahn’s… Alfie it’s scorched.”

Alfie couldn’t even finish listening. He had to go. He had to go. Damn the secrecy. Damn what your family knew or didn’t know. Damn what the men would think, seeing him run to see if his w… secretary was hurt. That didn’t matter. The Mad Baker be damned. “Ollie. Get the car. Grab two men from downstairs. We’re going to Kahn’s now. NOW!”

Though the drive to your home from the office was merely 20 minutes, a drive he knew well, it felt as though it took years off his life. The closer the car got, the denser the crowds of people were. The more clearly he could see the dissipating smoke and ash.

When Alfie was a young child, he struggled with fear. Thunder sent him under the covers, loud fights sent him behind his mothers skirts. The dark petrified him, necessitating two candles to defend him from nightmares. This fear followed him through childhood until he was 10, when he was assigned to give a small speech in front of his class. Poor young Alfie Solomons, so terrified of the 20 pairs of eyes that stared at him, that he threw up. He fled in tears away from the gasps and laughter, and back into the arms of his mother. There he wept profusely, embarrassed but mostly angry about how cowardly he thought of himself. His mother, hushing and consoling him, was broken-hearted at her son’s agony. Her only child. Her pride and joy. “Ahhh varóbushik. You know… it is not bad to be afraid… fear is not a sin my love.”

His eyes, ocean like in his tears looked up at his mother, “But I need to be brave. Like papa was.”

She smiled softly, “Mm yes papa was very brave. But you know… bravery isn’t the absence of fear… no it’s… it’s surviving even when you are afraid. It’s doing what you are afraid of even when you are scared. That is brave. You are brave every day my sweet Alfie.”

Alfie curled closer to his mother’s side, rocking and swaying with her as she continued to stroke his unruly hair, “Alfie, I have a trick for when I’m scared. I used it when I was leaving my home country.”

Alfie looked up, hopeful for a spell or a tool to keep him from fear, “What is it mama?”

“I let myself be afraid for 10 seconds. I count backwards from ten, and let my body feel the fear. And with every breath, and every number, and release that fear. By the time I get to 1, I am no longer afraid. I push through it. If you can manage to push through to 1 every time… I think you will find that you can do anything my darling boy.”

Alfie nodded, and resolved to always make it to 1. Even as a Captain in the war, right before the charge, as he saw the enemy approaching, he started the count. He always made it to 1, and always won.

But the counting wasn’t working now. In the car to Kahn’s and Sons Alfie couldn’t make it past 5 before his mind fled to you, wondering why hadn’t seen you in the crowd yet. Why he hadn’t heard your voice above the engine of the car yet. Why he hadn’t heard you call for him yet.

The sick in his stomach almost made its way out of his mouth when he saw what was left of Kahn’s and Sons. The emerald green wood of the front had been destroyed, leaving a festering and open wound. The windows of the above apartment had been blown out, and he could see and smell charred wall paper and clothing. Anything that could be salvaged was already, piled up in a pathetic little hill to the side. The fire department had long left, the police wouldn’t be there for another day, and the neighbors could only hold who Alfie assumed to be your family, as they wept.

“Mr. Solomons?”

Alfie turned swiftly, as if he was afraid to miss your phantom’s last moments on Earth. But you were there, solid. As solid as the ask caked to your face. He willed his arms to stay at his side, so as not to crush you in his arms, or embarrass you. Your eyes begged him to say something, to say anything. To make sense of this. The fire. His presence. Your position. But what was he to say? What role is he to play in this? Esther looked at Alfie curiously her reddened cheeks pursued together, “Are you sissy’s boss?”

A million words could’ve been dictated from the stare you gave him. They can’t know… not now. Not like this. Alfie just smiled softly at Esther, “No little bird, I’m just a neighbor. Your sister’s boss is has an office near mine. But I hear she is a very smart sister. Is that right?”

Esther giggled and nodded, proceeding to babble at Alfie, competing with him in amount of words that could fall out of the human mouth. You couldn’t help but stare at this scene. The smoke and horror seemed to wash away, and all you could see is Alfie and Esther. Esther finally smiling after a night of pain. Alfie chuckling and playing with a small child, speaking with Esther as an equal. Teaching her a clapping game and asking her questions about her favorite dolls. It felt too natural. Too sweet and real and too tangible. It felt as if it was a window to a life you could have and wanted so badly but will never have. It was too much. Your strangled inhale brings Alfie’s eyes to yours, but before he can say anything of comfort your fathers voice booms over, “Mr. Solomons! My daughters are of no concern of yours! What could you possibly take from us at this time? Have you no compassion? No human decency!”

Your father pushed between you and Alfie, a formidable blockade. Alfie mad no move, essentially chest to chest with your father, staring right into his eyes. “Shalom sir. Was checking if the rumors were true. It’s a shame.”

“It is a shame, now please leave. There is nothing more you could take from us. This city is over run with your like, killing and blowing each other up, and what about us hmm?? We take the shrapnel. We either pay your protection fees and starve with a slightly better chance at surviving the blowbacks? Or we save our money to feed our children, and still suffer the consequences of your war? Now Mr. Solomons what more can you take from us?”

It was no longer a question where you got your mouth from. Your father was old, but in his eyes you saw the anger and fire of his youth, of a man out through war. Alfie typically wouldn’t allow this, by anyone. But frankly, what little memories Alfie had of his own father, he saw in yours. And he couldn’t help but feel as though this fire was his fault. Maybe if he hadn’t fought with you yesterday, this fire wouldn’t have happened.

Alfie swallowed down any regret of the night before. The time was not for regret. The time was for solutions. And if Alfie wanted to be a part of the solution, he needed to speak to your father. As businessmen, “Mr. Abraham. I am sorry for your loss. Despite your reservations, you still live in Camden. And as a resident of Camden right? You live under Solomons protection. Now this right here? This is wrong. And I’m going to personally right, see to it that it is resolved.”

Your father began to bristle at this, “The police will do an investigation. We don’t need a gangster mucking about.”

Alfie chuckled, “You know the police won’t do a fucking thing about this. They don’t care about these sort of things they’re in everyone’s purse. Fuck, some of them are in mine.”

“I will not be indebted to another tyrant.”

Your free hand flew to your fathers shoulder, “Papa please… if you won’t allow a mitzvah… please just… just speak business with Mr. Solomons.”

Your father turned to you, “This is none of your concern! Please go to your mother immediately!”

But you stood your ground, “Mr. Solomons is offering you a solution papa! You are impeding a solution and the possibility help and a necessary alliance! And for what?! Pride?! Look at this! We have nothing! The shop is destroyed and we out home is burnt! What other solution could you possibly have?”

Your father just stared at you, mouth open, the emotions of the day washing over him. It was true. There was no other choice. And you were too old for him to be able to shield you from that reality. You clutched a shocked Esther closer to your side, “Papa… just… listen to what Mr. Solomons has to say… He is a business man. He can be reasonable, that’s what people say.”

Your father looked at you, and in that moment he saw you as you fully were. No longer that small child that sat with him until the late hours listening to him read. Not the little girl who cried about hurt birds who didn’t have a papa to take care of them. But a full woman. A whole woman with a firm mind and kind heart and strong temper. In an instant he felt the joy of watching his child, the mourning of losing his little girl, and the wonder of who you became seemingly overnight. He nodded, and turned back to Alfie, who was hiding his smile underneath an unkempt beard. Your father straightened and said, “Well Mr. Solomons. What are your proposed terms for such a partnership?”

Your father proved to be a shrewd businessman, nitpicking with Alfie over every detail in this partnership, which according to the terms would be reviewed every 6 months, with an option of either side to cancel the business relationship at those meetings. But Alfie knew he was never going to be the one to cancel it, as long as it kept him tied to you. You were the assigned scribe to the terms, which you fell easily into like walking. Mr. Solomons would provide housing to you and your family for the time it took to repair your family's home. The home was a block away from his office and home, providing easier access and protection for your family while an investigation was to take place. The investigation, Alfie insisted, would be conducted by his own men, and any policemen in his purse. Alfie insisted to your father that this was more for his own benefit than your father's, as it would solidify his position as the protector and the owner of Camden town. Your father acquiesed to Alfie's demand that the perpetrator would be dealt with in his own way, not involving the actual legal system.

Kahn's and Sons would be repaired and restocked through the use of Solomons men and contacts, which would be completed within in the next two months. Upon the finished construction, two men would be on guard of the shop during the day and night, reduced to one man upon the capture of the man who committed the act. Payment for the housing, rebuilding, and protection would be based on the services of Mr. Abraham and his family. Information obtained during client conversations, as well as tailoring and laundry services necessitated by the entirety of the Solomons Company. Services would be traded according to the going rate of Kahn and Sons prices. And upon the equitable exchange, Solomons laundry and tailoring services would then be discounted at a 45% rate. At the end of the negotiation, both men shook hands, both fighting to keep pleased looks off their faces and keep the air of solemnity and certainty and expectance.

As soon as their hands released, they nodded and gave Shalom, with your father giving directions to his own family, and Alfie barking orders to Ollie and his men. You stayed firmly planted next to Alfie, Esther being taken by your father. You looked at him quizically saying to him, "That is the most generous offer you have ever given in your life."

Alfie gruffed, "You hardly have standing to say that seeing as you only been working with me for 7 months."

"Am I still employed?"

"You better. Or else the entire office is going to shit. Ollie is moping. I can't read your handwriting. And you messed everything up in my office I can't find anything."

You smirked, "I told you, you need new glasses and your office was a pig pen. You should be thanking me profusely."

Alfie just grumbled. He would never admit that the way you spoke to him now made him feel better than he had in the past 12 hours. You allowed your fingers to brush his and the rings stacked on them, "Thank you Alfie.", you let out in a whisper, not looking at him.

He took a quick breath in at the contact, immediately craving more. But he bristled out instead, "For what?"

Your eyes remained planted at the dirt on your shoes, "For coming. For... checking in."

Alfie gently brushed his finger tips against the top of your hands, hanging by your sides, the closest he could get to holding your hands, "I had to. Now get over there, your mother keeps looking over Eli's shoulder. I'll meet you all where you'll be staying."

You nodded, cheeks and hands hot, "Yes Alfie. Shalom."

"Shalom Darling."

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[venuserophypnokingdom]

A sassy seductress and diversely skilled Domina, I elicit a thrill from enticing My sissies & slaves into shameless submission and enjoy indulging My sadistic streak. I have a penchant for the psychological aspects of My sessions. Corrupting curiosities and mind f*cking are forte’s of Mine.

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[sissificationblogpost1]

Back to the basics: How to become a sissy? I think it's time to revisit the basics.

MISTRESS FEMME FATALE Pretty Sissy Academy It's been over a year since I wrote my "How to become a sissy? A starting guide." post. Since then, I've trained a few dozen girls, and I learned a thing or two, even though I still agree with the main point of the original "How to become a sissy" guide.

Most sissies have a complicated relationship with their inner girl. For many, it's a love-hate relationship. It's especially difficult when you're at the beginning of your journey. Not only are you terrified of trying, but when you finally find the courage to do so, the results are not what you hoped for!

All the sissies you've seen all over the social media are stunning. Gorgeous. So feminine. How on earth are you supposed to become a sissy like them?! You, on the other hand, look as if you're wearing a costume that doesn't fit.

It's easy to become discouraged and give up. Why risk so much, and spend money, effort, and time, only to end up frustrated with your looks? It's a crucial moment in your sissy training journey. You must not fall for this trap.

You have to make up for the knowledge and skills that women spend decades acquiring. Even for them, achieving genuine and captivating femininity is an art that some never fully grasp. Sounds difficult? There's one advantage that can put you ahead, however, and that's determination. Your dream is to become beautiful.

If there's one thing I keep telling my students over and over and again, it's this: being a sissy is a marathon, not a sprint. Take a step-by-step approach. Learn from someone experienced. Find a community. Don't expect too much in the beginning.

One of my students almost quit on her first day. I prepared a two-week training plan for her. When she saw that by the end of week two, I wanted her to be able to put the makeup on (nothing too difficult, a natural no-makeup makeup look!), she was terrified!

I don't think my training has a crazy pace, but she needed to slow down! And it's completely alright. We started doing things slowly. Little tasks like researching foundations. Preparing a list of items for a dream outfit. Starting with a proper skincare.

After a few weeks, she was thriving in her femininity! The difference I witnessed was incredible. What is the lesson from all this? Take small steps and be consistent. There are many aspects of your feminine journey:

Psychology

Makeup

Figure

Wigs/hair

Wardrobe

Voice

Social circle

Start with what you see as most important (I suggest working on your mind first. Unresolved issues will pop up sooner or later), and do a little task everyday. Good luck! For training questions and more information dm

@mistreseforsubmissive1

[cakerybakery]

Adam hummed to himself as he opened up the oven to pull out the hot pans.

“What are you doing?” Lucifer asked suddenly from behind him.

He nearly dropped everything as he let out a started, “God fuck a duck!”

Placing the pans on the stovetop he tore off his oven mitts and turned on Lucifer, “the fuck is wrong with you?”

“A lot of things. Depression is a big one.”

“… that’s- that’s not what I meant. I mean why would you sneak up on someone pulling hot pans out of a fucking oven.”

“To ask you what you’re doing because obviously it’s not what it looks like you’re doing because the Adam I know refers to cooking as “woman’s work” and unless it involves roasting meat over a fire, not even the bbq which you have on several occasions referred to as “sissy man’s fire” you refuse to cook. Or step foot in the kitchen if you can help it. And that looks like a couple loaves of bread.”

Adam turned red, realizing he had been caught. “It’s not a big deal. I- I learned a couple hundred years ago. It was one of the bubonic plagues, I didn’t want to greet a bunch of diseased newbies so I locked myself away in my apartment for like five years. I got bored and Emily lent me a cookbook with a bread recipe. I’m tired of the shit your daughter buys at the grocery store, it’s caulk full of preservatives and who knows what else and tastes like shit and I just wanted some good fucking bread. Is that such a big deal?!?” By the time he was done, Adam was in Lucifer’s face and seething.

Lucifer just smiled, “of course not. I’m sure it’s amazing.”

“Fucking rights, it is. I’m fucking fantastic.” Adam was very pleased with Lucifer stroking his ego. He didn’t even mind it when Lucifer said he should share some with everyone else and agreed.

He wasn’t going to be baking again for awhile, he might as well give them a taste of the good shit and leave them wanting more.

Come morning he did exactly that and soaked in the praise for his bread and baking skills.

“This is soooo good, Adam! You’re really talented!”

Before Adam could fully enjoy Charlie’s praise and brag Lucifer popped up behind him again with a, “you should try the baker’s buns.”

The slap on Adam’s ass was almost as loud as the crunch of Lucifer’s nose and Adam stormed out of the dinning room.

Charlie quickly fetched some ice for Lucifer’s face and as she pressed the compact to his face asked, “so did you learn a lesson?”

Taking the ice pack from her Lucifer nodded, “yeah.”

Charlie sighed and went to check on Adam.

Waiting until she was gone Angel leaned over from his own chair, “what lesson did yah learn?”

“Next time, duck.”

[forcefeminizationblog]

How to Transform Yourself into the Attractive, Confident Woman You’ve Always Wanted to Be – Regardless of Your Current Age, Appearance, or Situation”

I’ll Show You the Exact Steps to Succeeding as a Woman – Even if You’ve Never Done It Before and Even if You Think You’ll Never Pass or Blend in as a Female

Welcome, sissy

Does life feel like a constant battle between your male and female sides?

you present yourself as a woman, do you worry that you’ll never be accepted for who you truly are?

Do you feel trapped in an identity that isn’t you? (Or at least, isn’t the WHOLE you?)

If you’re reading this right now, then I know you’ve got a woman inside of you that’s longing for expression.

But does your outer appearance mismatch who you are on the inside?

Well, what if I told you that a lot of people just like you have found a solution?

People who have overcome the curse of being a “woman trapped inside a man’s body” and now:

Enjoy complete confidence in their ability to pass or blend in as women.

Have the satisfaction of knowing that their outer image reflects their inner femininity.

Are not only accepted but ADMIRED as classy, beautiful women.

You deserve the same.

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That’s why I want to show you how to become the attractive woman you are destined to be… no matter how impossible it might seem right now.

But First, Who am I?

I’m an image stylist a dominatrix and femininity advisor who works with crossdressers and MTF transgender women.

I help people just like you achieve images that express who they truly are.

I’ve used my years of experience as a dominatrix to transform so many clients into the classy, beautiful and confident women they’ve always wanted to be…

Now I want to help you.

Creating a Convincing Feminine Image Requires Special Skills

I believe that anybody – even the burliest truck driver – has the ability to pass or blend in as a woman. But it doesn’t happen by chance…

There are 6 “alluring arts” that must be mastered to successfully present yourself as a woman:

Makeup & Beauty

Wardrobe

Curves

Moves

Voice

Mindset

I’ve identified the critical skills you need in each of these areas and have put them into a SYSTEM that will take you from being a prisoner of your gender… to the freedom that comes from having an unshakable feminine image.

Best of all, you can succeed regardless of your current age, appearance, or weight

[levia-chan]

MAKING PACT

A/N: Well, for some reason Tumblr doesn't have many works with demon!MC, so I decided to try to write my own, I hope you like it :3

- No.

- MC, please think again. I assure you, this pact will benefit both of us! - that annoying sorcerer won't leave you alone.

He's been trying to get you to make a pact with him for quite some time. You don't want that. Which, in fact, led to your current situation. You're desperately trying to get away from the sorcerer somewhere far away, and he's still following you.

- I said no. Look for some other demon to make a pact with them.

It seems suspicious to you that such a powerful sorcerer is persistently trying to make a pact with you. You don't have such a high rank and you barely match the level of the fallen brothers, so why would he do that?

Solomon already has 72 demons under his control, so what would change if you joined this list? If he wants a pact with you just because you're closely related to the seven brothers, then he won't get it.

- MC, listen, I don't just want to make a pact with you. I see great potential in you! If we combine our knowledge and abilities, we can achieve a lot! Besides, we will certainly be able to learn something new from each other! - he was hoping to convince you with that sweet talk and friendly smile.

Oh, Diavolo, this man is really testing your patience.

That's it, you've had enough.

You stop abruptly and turn to face him. "Listen, I'm flattered by your desire to make a pact with me, but I doubt we'll be able to learn anything from each other. Besides, you overestimate me. I'm not that strong, and I don't want to be overshadowed by a human."

Now that he finally had your attention, he took your hand in his and gently ran his thumb over your knuckles.

- You're being too hard on yourself. You have your strengths, and I have my weaknesses. If you're still not sure, then how about showing off our skills to each other?

You wanted to object, but first you decided to weigh the pros and cons. In the end, you decided that a show of force wouldn't hurt and would perfectly show who you'd be connected to if you did decide to make a pact.

- Okay, I'm interested. But after this show, my decision will be final. Either we make a pact or not, it's up to me. Is that clear? - you took your hands out of his hands.

Solomon nods his head. He understands your conditions perfectly and will be ready to fulfill them, even if everything turns out not in his favor.

- Great! Now it remains to decide exactly where we would like to do this.

Both of you turned your heads at the same time towards the old dark forest not far from you. There is almost no one there, except for some rarely passing animals, plus it is far from the busy city.

Just perfect.

- Huh, I think great minds think the same way, - you laugh and start moving towards the forest first.

Solomon didn't mind that you were leading him. It didn't take you long to get to the middle of the forest, where you are surrounded only by earth, rocks and some sticks. You are accompanied by a light cool wind that makes the hairs on your skin stand on end, because you were not wearing enough warm clothes.

He noticed that you were shaking a little, so he immediately took his coat and draped it over your shoulders.

- Are you cold? - he was smiling as he put his coat on your shoulders. "I wouldn't want you to freeze. You still need to demonstrate your abilities, MC."

You fell into a stupor for a while. You didn't expect such gentlemanly behavior, especially from him.

- What about you? You people are more fragile. A little breeze won't kill me. Take care of yourself, wizard - you tried to give him back his coat.

The last thing you need is for him to poke you in the face what a sissy you are for the rest of the day.

The sorcerer, also stubborn, forced you to keep his coat with you. "I want you to know that I'm not like other people. Besides, the turtleneck suits me fine," he fiddled with the fabric around his neck.

Well, if he insists, then who are you to refuse?

Now that you have reached the perfect location, you have a large empty space at your disposal.

You turned your head towards him and tilted it slightly. "So, are you starting or am I?" you're flexing your fingers in preparation for the demonstration.

Solomon laughed and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. "Come on, please, demons go ahead."

- Wow, look at the gentleman, - you smirked.

At first, you stretched your hand out and felt the breeze passing through your fingers. You put your middle finger and thumb together and started concentrating. Magic began to crackle in the air. When a ball of magical energy formed in your hand, you turned all your attention to one object.

You looked at a large boulder and sharply reduced the sphere, after which you sent this small ball to the boulder. In just a second, a rather powerful explosion occurred. Strong air currents formed, as well as debris of different sizes, which began to fly in different directions. Some even flew in your direction.

- MC! - Solomon grabbed your arm and tried to pull you away, but you didn't even move.

You looked at the wreckage and clenched your hand into a fist. The stones stopped abruptly in the air and began to fall to the ground under the influence of gravity, forming small craters.

Since the danger has passed, the sorcerer has released your hand. He breathed out a sigh of relief and looked at you worriedly. "You could have been hurt, you know? It's good that you have a great reaction."

- I know my abilities and I wouldn't do this if I wasn't sure of my own safety. But it's nice that you're worried about me when you should be thinking about yourself.

He chuckled as it was his turn to show his strength. He will prove that he is worthy to make a pact with you.

- Let's see if you'll keep thinking I'm weak. Oh, and by the way, you're not getting seasick in the air, are you? - he asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

- No. Why-

You didn't have time to finish and understand what was going on, because you suddenly flew into the sky. The only thing that could soften your fall is the edges of the trees.

Solomon was next to you in a second, but he was much better at floating in the air than you were. Watching you awkwardly hanging in the air, he covered his mouth, trying to hide a chuckle. - Well? Are you having fun?

You stared at him, kicking your legs in the air. "What do you think? You just shot me like a projectile from a catapult! And without any warning!"

- You'll get used to it soon, but for now let me help you, - he flew up to you and took your hands. He began to guide you, and now your flight has stopped being so erratic.

It took your breath away to realize that you were so high above the ground. "You don't send everyone you meet flying, do you? Because it's a great way to make enemies."

- Don't worry, I'm not that reckless, - he smiled and gently lowered you both down. "I only do this with those who are really interesting to me and with whom I want to become closer."

You fell silent, feeling his gaze on you. "Solomon, - you haven't called him that for quite a while, - if you want to make a pact with me just because I know my brothers well, then you don't have to continue. I don't like being used."

He seemed to be taken aback by this response. "Is that why you've been rejecting the pact all this time?"

-... Well.. Why else would you sign a contract with me?..

Solomon gently took your hand. "MC.. Pacts are not something you will make with someone for no reason. What I want from you means more to me than strength or power."

Your feet finally touched the ground, and you were speechless after such a subtle confession. You can't even look at him.

- It looks like I'm making things too complicated, - he noticed your stunned state. "According to our agreement, I will accept any decision you make. Pact or not," he lowered his head and looked away, preparing to face rejection.

Before he left, you grabbed his arm and stopped him.

- The pact. I want to make a pact with you.