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SUGAR DADDY; C. MONAGHAN

SUGAR DADDY!CAMERON MONAGHAN X F!READER

WARNINGS: SMUT! DADDY KINK!!! (like extremely- obviously.. don’t read if you’re uncomfortable!!), dom!cam/sub!reader, spanking, choking (sexually), he is cockyyyy - i’m so sorry for how rushed the end is, i felt like i needed to end it soon and i wanted to try and get it out as soon as possible - grammar mistakes bc my autocorrect sucks

WORD COUNT: 11,383 - sorry guys, i got carried away

A/N: REQUESTED! obvi this isn’t gonna be how cam acts (given it’s also a fic), but yk..! also to the person that requested this, i really hope you like it and this is what you wanted!! 🖤

some that wanted tagged!: @l3xilove @darkmoviesquotespizza @hughestv 🖤🖤

SUMMARY: Being a broke college student was hard. Hoping that you’ll be able to take the edge off one night, you head to a bar downtown. You meet a man that was willing to help you..

You groan and wipe your hands over your face as you stare at your reflection. For the past couple months, you’ve been struggling with money and rent, having to tear apart your dorm to find any loose change or pick up small shifts at any sort of store that was willing to hire. All you wanted was a break, whether it was for a couple weeks or a night.

You walked back towards your bed as you threw yourself on it, staring up at the ceiling. Different ideas combat in your mind, fighting for your motivation or being thrown away in lack of.

You huff as you look over towards your nightstand that was placed next to your bed, staring at your phone resting there. The thought popped in your mind earlier, but you were quick to try and shut it down. It was back now and louder, wanting every single part of you to focus on it. As you slowly gave in, you groaned again and reached for your phone.

It was sometime later than nine, dark enough outside that the lights of the buildings reflected off of windows. You sighed as you looked back at your phone, fighting the urge to get up and run to your small closet. You didn’t.

You shuffled through your clothes, trying to find something appropriate to wear to a bar. Your hand gets caught on a hanger as you pass by all of the options and you pull it out, scanning your eyes over the small dress. You shrug and grab it, knowing that there was nothing else you owned that would fit the setting.

Smoothing out the small wrinkles in the dress with flat hands, you look back up at your reflection, not exactly upset at it. You tweaked your hair and light makeup, not going to look for a hookup, more so a drink to get the edge off.

You grab your phone and wallet and make your way outside. The bar was just down the street from your building and trusting the people in the neighborhood, you walked your whole way down the slightly damp sidewalk. The day before was full of thunderstorms, heavy rain smacking against your thin windows. The road was still wet as cars drove over it, the sound of the tires rolling over the water filling your ears.

Once you made your way inside the bar, your path lead straight to the stool that was in front of the counter. You sighed as you sat down, setting your wallet in front of you, feeling around for just enough money to buy a drink or two. You called down the bartender and ordered, waiting impatiently for it. You spent the entire week debating on this idea, wondering if it was a good waste of your money and time. Too late now, you thought.

“You alright?”

Your head looked to your left at the voice, eyes meeting with dark green ones. He had ginger hair with a strong jawline and perfectly made smile lines around his mouth. He was two seats down from where you sat at the bar, sitting tall with his crossed arms resting on the counter. He sat confident with a certain hint of emotion in his voice that you couldn’t understand yet. Your eyes scanned over his body, before realizing you haven’t answered the handsome man.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” You tried to sound as confident as him, but once the bartender came back with your drink, you immediately took it and drank it. You heard a soft laugh from your side from the same man, a quiet sound of the seat screeching before strong footsteps walked towards you. As you set down your glass, you swallow the sharp liquid, licking over your teeth.

“Your leg.” His voice was louder now that he was sitting next to you. It sounded more manly once he was closer to you, a sort of rasp in his voice that sent chills down your spine. Maybe you wouldn’t mind a hookup.

You gave him a questioning look before looking down at your leg, realizing that it had been bouncing anxiously. You immediately stopped, putting one of your hands on it to stop it from repeating. He laughed again, flagging down the bartender and ordering two shots. You didn’t pay attention to what he was getting, suddenly trying not to feel embarrassed in front of the unknown man.

“I’ll ask again, are you alright?” He looked over at you, his bright hair shining in the bar lights. You snapped out of your quick daze, blinking and nodding.

“Yeah, just.. stressed.” You shrugged, trying to play it off. You’d rather not get into your money issues with a stranger while you’re drinking.

Loud music plays through the vast building, everyone chatting with someone else. You looked around to take in the setting, watching people exchange numbers or tongues, watching people dance or make out and, obviously, drink.

“You’re doing it again.” Your head snaps back to him as he stares at your leg. You sigh as you put your hand over it again, trying to remind yourself to stop. You flinch as you feel a cold hand move over yours, lightly sitting on top of your thigh. He keeps eye contact with you, silently asking if it was okay. You hesitate for a second, before nodding and moving your hand so he can keep his on your skin. He gives you a smile and then looks back as the bartender sets the tiny glasses in front of him. He grabs one with his free hand and looks over at you, nodding his head towards the other. He smirks, knowing you wouldn’t be able to say no. “I didn’t do anything to it, if that’s why you’re hesitant. You saw him pour it.” He states, bringing the cup up to his lips and hiding his soft smile behind it. You try to hide a laugh as you grab it, clinking it with his. You both take it at the same time, setting the shot glasses down on the table in sync. Your nose scrunches as you swallow it, the feeling of it burns sliding down your throat. He laughs at your reaction, seeming to take the drink lightly.

You realized after that your hand went down to his that rested on your thigh and grabbed it, trying to find something to ground you from the strong taste. When you looked back up, he averted his gaze and looked around the bar as if he didn’t notice. You smile to yourself, feeling your face heat up.

“What were you stressed about?” He breaks the silence and looks back at you. You hesitate before replying, knowing it would be easier to get it off your chest than keep it in until you’re done with college.

“Just money problems. I almost never have enough to pay for college and rent and it’s just really stressful.” You ramble, taking your hand away subconsciously and setting your elbows on the bar and putting your face in your hands. You regretted it immediately after you told him, huffing out an annoyed breath. A potential hookup wouldn’t want to hear about your money issues.

“I could help with that.”

Your head snapped up to look at him, analyzing his serious face. No smile, no sign of joking, showing you he was being earnest. You opened your mouth to question him, but he started talking before you could.

“I could help you out with your money issues.. if you help me with something else.”

You keep eye contact with him as you think over your options, subtly squeezing his hand that was still resting on your thigh. A small smirk formed on his face when he realized you were giving in. You swallowed a lump in your throat before nodding, still keeping contact with him. He smirks and grasps your thigh making goosebumps form on your skin.

"I haven't even told you what I had in mind and you're already agreeing." He teases with a cocky attitude. You feel your cheeks heat up in response, looking away from his piercing gaze. Suddenly, you feel two fingers rest under your chin and moves your head up to look at him again. "C'mon, you wanna be a good girl for your daddy, huh?"

A shiver passes through your body as heat travels down your body, going directly to your core. Your eyes widen slightly as his dirty words leave his smirking mouth, goosebumps forming on your skin. Your situation finally settled in as he talked to you, realizing that the man in front of you was now your supply for money... in return of staying with him. Swallowing dryly, you nod your head slowly, your body completely frozen to your seat at the bar. It wasn't like he was unattractive, if anything you were glad he chose you instead of some other bimbo in the club.

"Good." Pale fingers tap your chin gently, before taking his hand away and standing up swiftly. You have to look up at him from your seat, starting to feel intimidated by his height. His lips curl up wider as he watches you and your body language, noticing the way your thighs gravitate towards the other and how vulnerable you looked right now. He already loved the sense of power he held over you. "Let's dance.." He let his sentence trail off as he waits for you to reply. A pale hand reaches out and stays there until you grab it.

"Y/N." You reply, staring at him. You felt stupid, immediately bending to the stranger's will. No one has ever captivated you like he has; his character was confident and smooth, and it captured you so easily.

He smiles down at you, "Let's dance, Y/N." He pulls you up by your joined hands and walks the both of you over towards the floor. The place wasn't crowded, but it wasn't empty either. It was only ever used by casual customers, the people that get home from their jobs at the end of the day and decide that they needed a drink for the fifth time that week. You've been here two or three times before, given the drinks weren't as expensive compared to the other bar a couple minutes away. It was bigger than this one and held more college students, the ones that thought it was better to pay for a drink that was overpriced than sit in a nasty, old bar like this one. You didn't mind it though. Especially not now.

The man pulls you close to him, turning you around and pressing you up against his front quickly. His movements were always calculated and effortless, never seeming to fault or trip in the slightest.

His hands grip your hips as his nails slowly dig into your skin the more you move against him. Grinding your hips back onto his as the music gets louder and fills your ears, gradually taking over your body. A low grunt sounded in your ear, interrupting the song. Your body heats up at the new noise, already feeling greedy for more. You roll your hips back again, trying to hit him perfectly.

“You already want it that bad, doll?” The man whispered in your ear, somehow cutting through the music and sending a chill down your spine. Your hands guide themselves down to rest on his, squeezing them tighter against you making him push you back against him. You gasp as you feel something against your backside, many thoughts clouding your mind but none of them mattered once you realized that he wants it as bad as you do.

You nod your head submissively, leaning back to lie it on his shoulder. Moving your eyes to look up at him, his green ones meet yours as a confident smile takes over his pink lips. He leans down slightly, just barely hovering over your lips.

“Look at what you did to daddy.” A breathy moan escapes your mouth at his words, as he ushers your hand down with his to his crotch. He folds his hand over yours as he makes you touch him, feeling the bulge in his pants. You could only imagine how wet you were right now.

A wide smirk graces his handsome features, never moving his lips an inch away from you. He stood still, both of your bodies lightly moving from the music. Impatiently, you lean up and capture his lips with yours. He groans involuntarily, surprised at your surge of confidence.

Everything hit you once his tongue slid past your lips and into your mouth. You were making out with a stranger in a bar, that had said, just moments before, that he would “help you out” with your money issues. You also realized that you never knew what the handsome gingers name was. Maybe that was his ploy, to only let you refer to him as your daddy and not his true identity. I guess that’s all he was to you now; your daddy. You couldn’t say that you didn’t like it.

Whining as he pulls away from the kiss, the hand the was once placed on yours, travels up and hooks his thumb with your lip and slowly drags it down. Your eyes never leave his cunning ones as his gaze was on your lip. Spit starts to gather in your mouth as he doesn’t let go. Finally, after several more seconds, he lets it fly back up and catch a small drop of saliva before bringing his finger up to his lips and pushing his thumb in his mouth. He moans at the taste and his eyes never look away from yours. His sounds affect your body in a way you didn’t even know possible. He held such strength over you that you weren’t sure you would even make it through the rest of the night before practically throwing yourself at him.

“Why don’t we go back to my place, baby? We can have all the fun we want.” He smirks and the other hand on your hip starts to shift down your stomach. No words seemed to fill your head as you nod with fervor, too entranced with the idea of falling in bed with the ginger. “Good girl. C’mon.” He starts to walk as his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you with him. You immediately let him, quickly falling instep with him on the way out. Before he leaves, he makes his way over to the bar and tips the bartender generously, walking away casually. The worker stood in shock at the money before him, eyes darting between the man walking out of the small building and the green cash in front of him. When you look back at the pale man beside you, there was a faint smirk still on his face as he looked straight ahead.

Stepping out into the cold air made goosebumps form on your exposed arms and legs. He notices quickly, shrugging off his light jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders. Arriving at your destination towards his car, your eyes scan over the expensive model, mouth unknowingly agape. A small chuckle was heard behind you as a finger lifts up under your chin and shuts it gently. “Close your mouth, angel. I’ll use that to my advantage later.” Heat raises to your cheeks fast as his bold words never stop leaving his perfect lips, seeming to tease you on purpose just for your reaction. His hand comes back to your lower back, escorting you to the passenger side of his car. “Get in, babygirl.” His voice was raspy as the night carries out, his dominant tone never failing to send certain jolts of electricity straight to your core. “I’m gonna spoil you rotten.” He whispers in your ear before kissing it and walking around his car to the drivers side.

You stood in shock for a couple seconds, before having to gather yourself and get into his car. You came to the realization that this was definitely not the safest idea, especially around 11 pm. But you were willing to take the risk if you managed to leave with at least a couple more dollars if the night turned out well and not end up dead on the side of the road.

The shutting of his car door cut you out of your paranoia, looking over to him as he clicks the radio on and rests his hands on the steering wheel in front of him. It seemed new, the reflective surface illuminating spots with the bright street lamps; the smooth cover and the perfect sound of his rough hands sliding against the soft texture. His arm moved backwards, resting it against the back of your seat, looking behind him as he pulls his car out of the parking space. Your body grows hotter as you watch him carefully, your thighs feeling tighter against each other without you realizing. He does, though.

A freckled hand reaches out and rests on your thigh, making you freeze. The warmth of his hand spreads through your body, in contrast to the goosebumps that still remained on your skin from the midnight chill outside. He squeezes it as the song on the radio slowly adds more bass and grows louder, matching with the tense atmosphere in the car. His fingers gradually inch up your thigh, towards the end of your dress. He swipes one finger over the edge of it, never once looking over at you. His face was stone cold, putting on his blinker when he needed to, turning when he was supposed to, and stopping at the red lights that reflected off of his face in the dark lighting of the night.

As soon as his fingers brush by your underwear, he stops the car and pulls his hand away. Before you could open your mouth to say anything, he grabs your chin and tilts your head towards him. His face hasn’t changed as he stays neutral and looks straight into your eyes. “You know what you’re getting into, right, doll?” He asks, seriously. The new demeanor intimated you quickly as you nod. “Good.” He gives you a smile. “You’re gonna be so good for your new daddy.”

Chills erupt on your body, as you nod eagerly. He taps your chin lightly with his thumb and then pulls away again, reaching over to open your door for you. He stays silent as he unlocks his as well, following his movements as he steps out of his car. Once you tear your gaze away from him, you look ahead of you at his house. You stand in shock as you stare at it, entranced by the beautiful design. It was big with many stories, a mansion even. It was white with certain decorations that made it stand out in the desolate area. You wondered what he did for a living..

“You coming?” Blinking, you look away from his house and watch him walk towards it. He looks back at you with a cocky smirk, before moving his eyes back ahead of him when he was sure you heard him. Quickly, you catch up to him and join his side as he walks up the several steps to his house, if you can even call it that.

He unlocks it and lets you walk in first. Your eyes immediately scan the area that was in your vision, already in shock at the beautiful interior. A laugh sounds behind you as his keys stop jingling and is thrown in a bowl that sat on top of a side table beside the entrance. He comes up behind you, his body just inches away from your back, feeling the tense air between it. “You wanna head to my bedroom or gawk at the house a little more, hm?” He teases you, whispering softly in your ear. It was enough to make your body heat up again, and you nod in response. He hums appreciatively at your answer, taking your hand is his and starting to walk again.

Once you both make your way up some stairs and he finds a certain door, it slides open smoothly and reveals a large bedroom. The walls were darker compared to the rest of the house. A desk sits by a wall, the surface clean, but holding a pencil case and some stray papers. It was sort of bland, but it had enough taste to make you feel comfortable in it. Walking inside, you turn around as he closes the door and takes smooth strides towards you. Hands finding their way to your hips as they pull you closer, pressing your body against his. The sudden movements always surprise you, something that the redhead liked.

He liked having you bend to his will, to have you wrapped around his finger. In the back of his head, he knew that a majority of the agreement to come back to his place was because of the money, but he didn’t focus on it. He liked having you with him, it felt normal, almost.

“You’re gonna be so pretty, lying down on my bed with your legs open wide for me. Can’t wait to finally feel what it’s like to fuck you, having you beg me for more.” He talks, his hand slowly traveling up your body. You hold back a moan from his words, an unexplainable feeling inside your body growing hotter. Curling his hand around your throat, he adds pressure to your neck. Your lips part slightly at the sudden force against you, leaving your mouth open for him. He takes it to his advantage as his other hand moves up towards your face.

His thumb inches forward, into your mouth. His green eyes stare at your lips, waiting for you to close them around his digit. You comply to his silent demand quickly, letting his thumb rest on your tongue. You hollow your cheeks against him as his pupils get larger, the green in his eyes barely noticeable now. He moves his thumb back as far as his finger would go, before taking it out. Spit is left on your lower lip as he rests the pad of his finger on it, eyes never once leaving the sensual scene in front of him. He stepped closer to you, your body just inches away from his. He drags your lip down further and then lets go, watching it snap back up towards you. Without hesitation, he leans forward and takes your mouth in a desperate kiss.

The grip around your throat felt tighter as seconds go by. His tongue meshes with yours as his free hand sets itself on your hip. His tall stature held its own advantage over you, making you feel even more vulnerable in his touch.

He groans as he pulls away, but stays still just inches away from your face. “Get on the bed and spread your pretty legs for daddy. I wanna see how much you need me.” Chills raise on your body at his demanding voice, in contrast to the overwhelming heat that kept your body captive.

You immediately bend to his orders once he lets you go, sitting back on the bed. You prop yourself up on your elbows as you clamp your thighs together, whether it was your reality check coming to you or the fact you were about to open your legs for a stranger. He reaches forward and takes off your heels, setting them down on the floor. He stood by the foot of the bed, staring down at you with violent eyes. They made goosebumps prickle your skin, suddenly wondering what he was going to do with you.

“I thought you wanted to be a good girl for your daddy?” He mocks, a shadow of a smirk curling on one side of his lips. You feel heat starting to form on your face, embarrassment starting to flow through your body. “C’mon, baby. Let me look at ya.” His hands land on your thighs, flinching from the cold of his palms. His smirk widens at your reaction, already loving the responses he’s gotten out of you. And he hasn’t even started yet.

His hands slowly inch towards your inner thighs, grabbing them with strict fingers as he moves them apart. You come to terms that it would be better not to fight it as the cold air brushes under your dress, his strong hands already getting a hold of you. You let him open your legs, keeping strong eye contact the entire time. He licks his lips and looks down once your thighs are spread and moves his smooth hands up your skin. Your dress scrunches up to your hips at the position of your feet on the bed as your knees are bent, giving him the perfect view from above.

“Knew you’d look so pretty like this..” His voice grew quieter as he talked, more so to himself. He doesn’t take his eyes away from under your dress, letting the flimsy material fall around your waist. His right hand shifts towards your underwear, slowly teasing the edge of it. He hooks his finger under the crease that rests at the very top of your thigh and pulls it as far as it can go before letting it snap back down on your skin. He smiles at the action, moving his fingers over the front of the fabric, watching you grow more impatient than you were seconds before.

“Daddy..” Before you realized it, the word slips out of your mouth as you whine. Closing your eyes as your body heats up, you feel embarrassed letting the other man take complete control of you.

“Finally.” He smiles, showing his sharp teeth. His fingers suddenly press down on your clit over your underwear, making you gasp and your eyes fly open. “Been waiting for you to talk to me.” He speaks, watching the way his fingers slowly make their way down your underwear and starting to hook over the edge. “As much as I love watching those sweet eyes of yours look up at me, doll.. I like it better when you talk to daddy.”

Your hand flies over your mouth in surprise as he quickly gathers your wetness and moves his finger inside you. The fast movement shocked your body as you lie still, clenching around his one digit.

He shakes his head in a disapproving manner, “Take your hand away. I wanna hear you beg for more.” Sliding in another finger, he moves them faster inside you, hitting the perfect spot each time. You put your hand back down on the bed per his request, gripping the satin sheets in your clenched fist. The sound of his fingers going in and out of you filled the silent room, only managing to turn you on more. Once his thumb hits your clit and rubs circles on it, you were done for. “You gonna cum, baby?” He looks up at you on the bed and watches the way your expressions change. Nodding as your reply, your eyes flutter open and shut quickly. “Look at me when you come.”

It was as if it were on demand, your eyes connect with his as your body lets go and follows his orders. As your thighs stop shaking, you close your eyes for a couple seconds. Once you open them, you’re met with the sight of the ginger taking his fingers away from you and bringing them up to his mouth. Pushing the pale digits past his pink lips, he groans as he tastes you.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” His hands land back on your thighs as he starts to move onto the bed and lean over you. “Knew I couldn’t leave my girl without finishing first, right?” He teases with a smile, whispering hotly in your ear. “We’re just getting started.”

As the last syllable leaves his tongue, his hand curves under your body and reaches for the zipper on the back of your dress. You arch your back in response, giving him easy access to undo it. He pulls it down your body, leaving you in just a bra and underwear. He rested on his knees on the end of the bed, still in his clothes. He had a soft button up on, a black, silky one. Two buttons were undone at the top, teasing the faint orange curls that lie underneath. His pants match; black dress pants that show off his long legs. An expensive watch sat on his wrist, something you hadn’t noticed before. His freckles are more visible up close, almost making him seem younger. Not that you knew his age to begin with. His freckles spread everywhere on his body, to his arms, to his hands; down to his chest and legs.

As you come back to reality, you watch his fingers come up to his shirt and slowly start undoing the buttons. Without thinking, you lean up and reach for them, ultimately moving his hands out of the way. He smirk never wavers as he watches you unbutton them, occasionally looking up at the taller man. Once you undo the last one, his shirt falls open and reveals a tone chest. His abs and pecs were defined as his v-line teases you, leading into the waistline of his pants. As you look down farther, you see a noticeable bulge in the fabric. As you go to reach your hand forward, he wraps his hand around your wrist forcefully.

“Did I say you could touch me?” His voice was strict, making you want to melt right into the floor. You look up at him and shake your head, too nervous to reply verbally. “Say it.”

“No, daddy.” It came out quiet, showing how you felt. His face didn’t change as he listened to you, letting go of your arm and grabbing your chin. He stares down at you with malice, his eyes filled with venom.

"Then why did you think you could touch daddy? I didn't give you permission, did I, Y/N?" He kept talking, his tone getting more and more disappointed. You shake your head as much as you were able to with his strong grip on your chin. "I want you to speak when I'm talking to you."

"No, daddy, you didn't give me permission. I'm sorry." You reply quickly, not willingly to see what he would do if you didn't. You felt pathetic bending over backwards for the man, but he somehow managed to wrap you tight around his finger in the short amount of time you've known him. If you could even say you knew him.

“Better.” He tapped your chin with his thumb before taking his hand away and pulling the bottom of his tucked in shirt out of his pants. He lets the soft fabric slide off his arms and onto the floor underneath him. As your eyes search over his upper body, they spot a small tattoo on his left bicep. It was a crescent moon, black ink filling in the drawing.

Your eyes look back at his, silently asking to touch him. He gives you a questioning look, furrowing his eyebrows for show. He knew what you wanted.

“Can I touch you, daddy?” Your hands itch to move forwards, begging you to move further. A smile graces his features, as one of his hands brushes through your hair gently.

“Of course, doll.” It was polite, the way he said it. It brought back your confidence as you reach your hands forward and press your palms on his toned abs. One stays there, occasionally inching up, as the other drifts down. His eyes never leave yours as you hand gets lower and lower, until you finally cup his crotch. His jaw tightens, showing the indent for a second before disappearing. Your other hand moves down as well, starting to work on his belt. Having to tear apart your eye contact with him, you look at his belt to try and undo it.

Once he notices your struggle, he chuckles and takes his free hand and undoes it quickly. He must have had practice. He brings it through the belt loops and lets it fall to the floor. It pained you to watch as you realized, up close, that it was an extremely expensive brand. His eyes analyze you closely, taking note of the glance towards his belt and then the way your eyes move back towards his pants.

“I’m rich, doll. I can buy that belt every day for a month and I’d still have enough to spoil you. Don’t get upset, daddy’ll make sure you get what you want.” His hand in your hair makes its way to the back of your head and rests there, pulling lightly at the end of his sentence. A moan escapes your lips at the sudden pressure, making him smirk.

His words made a shiver pass down your body, still trying to come to terms with the fact that you had a sugar daddy. His height was already intimidating, even more so as you sat by the end of the bed while he stood in front of you. His ginger hair stood out in the bland room, as well as his pale skin, in contrast with the small decorations and paintings that were spread across the long walls behind him.

You nod your head obediently, keeping eye contact with him as your hands move up and tease around his waistline. Your fingers slip under the top of his pants, hooking them inside and then pulling them out, letting it slap back against his waist once they fell from your fingers, copying his action from earlier. His face seems irritated as you tease him, growing more impatient by the second.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and suck daddy’s cock or you gonna sit there and be a fucking tease.” He says, his voice booming with demands. It seemed to be more of a statement than a question, sort of ordering you to do it and to not be tease.

His vulgar words sent a shiver through your body and straight to your core. His hand tugs on the back of your hair, your mouth opening slightly.

“I said I was gonna use that to my advantage, didn’t I, Y/N?” His stone cold face never falters, staring down at you with silent orders. You understand them and start to pull down his pants, leaving him in his matching black boxers. You can see the outline through the thin fabric, making you hesitant for a moment. He notices it and a smirk breaks through his serious facade. “What, don’t think you can take it? Why don’t you try, doll.” He says cockily, looking down at you with a smug expression.

You move forward and press teasing kisses along him, watching his jaw clench again. A small smile curves at your lips from his reaction, reaching your hands forward to rest on his thighs. Licking a small stripe in the same direction, blending in with the small wet patch that was already formed on the fabric from him.

“Fuck.” He pulls your hair tightly and tugs his boxers down, surprising you with his quick action. “Decided to be a fucking tease; didn’t your parents ever tell you that it wasn’t nice to keep people waiting?” His voice was deeper now, showing his desperation. He tugs your hair harder, opening your mouth wider. “Well, now your daddy will teach you what the consequences are.”

His hips move forwards and takes your open mouth to his disposal. You gag when he hits the back of your throat, digging your nails into his pale thighs violently. He moans, staying still and keeping his hand in your hair. His head leans back and his eyes close, taking in the first feeling of your mouth around him. When he feels a vibration against him, he groans and looks down at you. You wanted him to move, the uncomfortable position of him so far back in your throat starting to hurt you. He chuckles at your look of pain, but gives in and slowly moves his hips back. Taking in a deep breath through your nose, you gather yourself before moving against him.

His hand never leaves the back of your head, keeping a steady grip on your hair. He keeps his eyes on you as you try and take all of him, looking up at him and making heated eye contact. Your hand reaches up and wraps around what you couldn’t fit and strokes. His noises get louder, not caring about the amount of volume he has. His confidence made you move faster, wanting to try and break him.. not that you ever could.

“Fuck, you take me so well. You’re doing so good, baby.” His voice was raspy as he breathes heavily. The view you had was breathtaking, the way his abs clenched in front of your eyes, his arm muscles tightening whenever he’d pull your hair and the way his adams apple would bob when his eyes shut tight in pleasure and his mouth would open.

As you hollow your cheeks against him, a guttural moan escapes his mouth, sending your body ablaze. Muttering intelligible words under his breath, he looks back down at you watching every move you made. When he starts to breathe faster and pull your hair more, it shows you that he was getting close to his peak. Your free hand travels up to his v-line and traced your finger down it, adding a drag of your nail to his skin. The sudden sting against him makes him groan and start to move his hips. Suppressing your gag reflex, you let him thrust roughly, most likely bruising the back of your throat harshly. He holds you still with an aggressive grip to your hair, throat fucking you as fast and hard as he wanted.

Once your jaw starts to get tired, you feel his hips stutter and his lips part, letting out heavy breaths and a loud groan as he finishes. He freezes once he’s done and catches his breath before moving back slowly. When he pulls out, his hand lets go of your hair and cups under your jaw closing your mouth and making you swallow.

“You did so good for me, baby.” His eyes scan over your face, watching the tears that were in your eyes slowly fade away. “Lay back down, let daddy take care of you.” He slides his thumb along your jaw, helping you soothe the muscle.

You follow his directions, lying back on the bed once he lets you go. You’re still in your undergarments in contrast to the other man that was fully nude. He moves over you, his face hovering over yours. His freckles were more pronounced now, trailing a map around his face.

Your hand reaches up to cup the side of his face, slowly moving into his hair. The orange strands were soft, knots nonexistent as your fingers traveled through it. He leans down and captures your lips, bringing you into a slow but passionate kiss. One of his forearms holds him up by the side of your head while his right hand travels down your body, hooking his finger in your underwear. He pulls it down your legs, never breaking away from the heated kiss. Once he throws the fabric somewhere neither of you cared for, he breaks away but stays just inches away from your lips.

The same hand reaches under your back and undoes your bra, having to arch off of the bed for him to do so. You take your hand away from him and let the garment fall off of your arms and repeat the same action as him and throwing it somewhere in the spacious room.

He leans back down and kiss you, immediately slipping his tongue into your mouth. As you two make out, his hand surprises you when it travels up your body and grips your breast in his palm. A moan interrupts the kiss as he smiles at your reaction. He pulls away and starts teasing your neck with kisses. He sucks down on a certain spot, your breath hitching in your throat. He notices and smiles, sucking in a deep mark.

His hand reaches down and takes your thigh and wraps your leg around his waist. He feel him against you already, surprised at his stamina.

“How bad do you want it, Y/N?” He whispers hotly into your ear. He knew just how to make you shiver.

“So bad, daddy.” Your hand comes back up to his hair again, settling into his vibrant locks. You knew he loved the name, a flash of something going through his eyes every time you said it.

“C’mon, you can do better than that.” He stares down at you, never once losing his dominant position. Your breathing picks up as you listen to him, getting more and more desperate as more time passes.

“Please, daddy. I need it; I need you. I need to feel you inside me, please.” The begging comes out of your mouth on instinct, too far into his little game to back out now. He wastes no time as soon as he hears those words, moving inside you with a thrust of his hips. You cry out, feeling the pain first. Your hand tugs harshly on his hair, making him groan in response. He lets you adjust for a couple seconds, before moving inside you quickly. Pain slowly turns into pleasure as he never relents, letting you feel him deep inside.

Both of you breathe heavily, his expensive headboard hitting back against the wall painfully. It’s definitely going to leave a mark on the wall, not that he cared.

The hand that was on your thigh travels up your body and presses down on your lower stomach. “You feel that?” His tone is breathy, but it’s stable enough to leave goosebumps on your skin. He takes your free hand and moves it to where his once was and puts pressure down. “That’s me, baby. Filling you so good, fucking you so deep.”

Moans leave your lips as his words get dirtier, not being able to keep them in. “Let me here ya. I wanna hear how good I’m fucking you.” Louder moans leave your throat, per his command. His hand flies back down to your thigh, grabbing his tightly and digging his short nails into your skin.

“You close, Y/N? I can feel you squeezing me so tight- fuck.” A groan leaves him as he talks, feeling a knot tightening inside him. You nod eagerly, too focused on the way you were feeling than letting words form in your mind. “C’mon, doll. You can come, baby, it’s okay.” His permission was all you needed as your body shook lightly and you reach your peak. Back arching as you finish, you feel him still and hold you tightly as he follows quickly behind you.

Your body feels tired as you calm down, taking your hand away and letting go of the tight grip you had on his hair. He takes a second before pulling out and laying down beside you. You look up at the ceiling as you try to catch your breathing. His hand falls down on his chest as he looks over at you. Once his body relaxes, he moves up and sets his arm down to rest his temple on his hand. He’s positioned on his side to look at you. The muscles in his arms are more visible, quickly catching your eye.

His free hand reaches out to move a stray strand of hair that fell in your face when you looked over at him. “How much do you want tonight, doll?” His voice is soft, almost blending in with the comforting silence that filled the vast room.

Realization hits you like a brick, remembering why you were here in the first place. His hand slowly shifts down to your neck, resting gently on your throat. “Um.. well,” Your mind goes blank, in disbelief that he was true to his word. He laughs gently, before getting up from the bed and putting on his boxers. He walks over to the desk that you saw when you first walked in and opened a drawer, picking out a wallet that was inside. It wasn’t the same kind that he used when you both were at the bar; a different texture and color, and it obviously wasn’t in his pants.

You sit up immediately once you see stacks of bills inside, bringing your knees up to rest your feet on the soft bed. He picks some out, closes the wallet and stuffs it back inside the drawer. Walking back over to you with the green papers in his hands, he stands in front of the bed with a smile on his face.

“How ‘bout this for now?” He spreads them out in his fingers, showing you the several $100 bills. You sit in shock for a moment, before moving over to the end of the bed and reaching out for them. Before you could grab them, he pulls his hand away. “What do you say?”

Your body heats up in embarrassment at his words. “Thank you, daddy.” He smiles and hands them over to you.

“Good girl.” He leans down and kisses your head and then moves around the bed to lie back down.

Your fingers glide over the soft material, trying to decipher if it was real or not. You hear a chuckle from behind you, catching your attention. You look back as your eyes travel over his long body. His arms are stretched above his head as his hands are resting behind it, his muscles on full display. His abs were shown as he stretches out and his long legs traveled down the bed. His black boxers were dark in comparison to his pale skin, standing out in the bright comforter sitting underneath him.

“They’re real, doll. Do you really think I’d give you fake money when I live in a place like this?” He smiles cockily. You narrow your eyes at him playfully.

“Who knows? Maybe this was all just a ploy to get me in your bed.” You say with a teasing smile and started to crawl over to him. He laughs at your fake accusation, taking one arm from under his head and wrapping it around your shoulder once you lie down next to him. He brings you close to his body, making you rest your head on his chest.

“Maybe I should’ve thought of that before.” He says jokingly, laughing harder at the slap at his chest he earned. “C’mon, go to bed, sweetheart.” He whispers in your ear, sending a chill down your spine. You’re shocked that he’s inviting you to stay with him.

His other hand removes itself from behind his head as well, moving it down your side. He takes your thigh in his grasp before putting it over his waist to rest there. Your eyes relax as time passes, not realizing when you finally shut them.

Guess you’re falling asleep at your new sugar daddy’s house..

As soon as your eyes flutter open, you panic.

Looking around quickly, trying to figure out where the long, pale walls came from. You push yourself up with your hands, rubbing your eyes as you try to come back to reality. No one else was in the messy bed with you, the sheets and comforter thrown around and wrinkled. Noticing the money that sat next to you, everything hit you at once.

The man at the bar.

You sit still for a little bit, in shock that you followed a stranger to his car and then let him bring you to his own house. Though you weren’t exactly upset with the night you got out of it..

Looking back over at the money, a small white piece of paper caught your eye. It sat on a black bedside table, letting it stand out. You reach for it, curious to know if it was for you.

Hello, Y/N. I have a feeling you are probably freaked out right now, which is fine. I’m sure you already know how I feel about you, and what my intentions are, as I’m sure that I understand yours as well.

I’ve gone out for a little while, but I should be home some time soon after you read this. Feel free to explore the house, get something to eat, etc. What I have is yours now and you are mine. Be ready for when I get home, doll.

Yours,

Daddy ;)

Your heart beats fast as you finish reading the note. Did you fully understand what you were getting yourself into? You weren’t sure.

You look up from the paper, noticing the curtains covering the windows. When you step off the bed, you’re hit with a gust of wind that made you realize that you weren’t wearing anything. Quickly, you search around to where your clothes might have gotten thrown the night before. Once you find your undergarments, you put them on and stare down at the winkled dress that lie on the floor. You debate on it, before walking over to his closet doors.

They could’ve passed off as large bedroom doors, taking up a vast variety of the wall. You weren’t sure how you missed it last night, but you weren’t surprised from how entranced you were with the man that had took you home.

You hesitate as your hands perch themselves on the door handles, silently wondering to yourself if this was an invasion of privacy. “What I have is yours now,” His letter repeats in your head.

Before delving too deep in your thoughts, you quickly turn the knobs and pull it open. Frozen still, your eyes scan the large room that’s full with different sort of hangers with various types of clothing. Slowly, you take steps inside, almost as if you were trying to be secretive about it. What if he never left? What if he was downstairs right now and waiting for you?

Trying to push the thoughts out of your mind, you walk around a corner to your right. Clothes align the sides of the wall, no empty space in sight. As soon as your eyes land on a dark piece of fabric, you reach for it before it could drowns in the other pool of clothes.

It was a pair of long basketball shorts and, even though it wasn’t your size, you took them quickly so you didn’t have to walk around almost nude. Immediately after, you find another normal shirt, slipping it on fast and then making your way out incase he were to come home and find you in his closet.

Twisting the doorknob on his bedroom door, you peak your head out before opening the door fully. The house was in the same shape as it was last night; no dust, no markings, no piles of clothes. It was cleaned to a T. You wondered if he had a maid.

As you step foot outside the room, you leave his door open just incase you had to make a run for it and grab the money. Before you left the room, you made sure you had your phone with you, hanging in the oversized pocket in his shorts that you were wearing.

The entire house was silent as you walked down the steps, still trying to be as cautious as ever. You still weren’t sure how safe you were, especially that you remembered not seeing any sign of houses or paths outside of the palace last night. Once your foot hits the ground floor, you let go of the railing and keep walking into the main area.

You step through different sorts of doorways, slowly confusing yourself into the mesh of rooms. As soon as you make it to the kitchen, you stand by the counter and lean on it. Making eye contact with the fridge, your feet quickly leads you toward it.

“Feel free to explore the house, get something to eat, etc.” The letter repeats itself again, clouding your brain. Without hesitating now, you grab a carton of milk that was inside and search through each cabinet to find any sort of cereal that hid inside. Taking a bowl that you found from a different one, you pour the cereal inside and mix it with the liquid.

As you eat, the last part of his sentence stood out. “What I have is yours now and you are mine.” Your heart beat starts to pick up as the last three words repeat over and over again in your head. You are his. It was stated almost like you didn’t have a choice. You weren’t a hundred percent sure what else he truly wanted from you. Yeah, you both had a good time last night, but is that what he wanted every time you needed money? You couldn’t say you were exactly opposed to the idea given how attractive the man was, but it still felt weird.

“Be ready for when I get home, doll.” His last sentence that he wrote with a black pen, seeming to be a reoccurrence with that color, was just as odd. Did he want you to dress up for him? What was he expecting when he got home?

Noticing that all of the cereal was gone from the bowl, you take it to the sink and wash it just incase. You really didn’t want to upset him, especially with the fact that he was willing to let you stay at his house and pay you. You also weren’t exactly sure what he was capable of.

Trying to get rid of the anxiety inducing thoughts, you take deep breaths and try to find your way back to the large staircase. Once you follow your footsteps and are met with the tall white stairs, you run up them. Making your way to his door, it was the only one open, giving you a glimpse of what was inside. You walk through the doorway and scan the room. Silently asking yourself what you wanted to do, your feet take you over to your messed up dress and pick it up. Folding it subconsciously, you rest it on the top of the desk near the bed. Going through your options, you pick up the money that he gave to you and put it on top, slowly moving all of your stuff together. Once you stand back in front of the bed, you look over the room to try and find anything else. Before you could finish, you hear a creak by the door.

“Are you leaving already?”

You spin around quickly, heart racing at the sudden voice. The man from the bar stands there, resting up against the door ledge. He has a bag in his hand, failing to hide it behind him. He has a faint smirk on his face as he gets up from his leaning position and slowly walks over to you. As you stand still, almost frozen in position, you wait to see what he says next.

“I told you that I wasn’t gonna be gone for too long in that note.. and i’m sure you read it. I got something for you, baby.” He notices your tense body language, looking up at him with a neutral expression. “You don’t have to be scared, doll. I’m the same man I was last night..” His free hand reaches up and holds your chin gently. He leans down, “And I’m still your daddy.” Goosebumps prickle your skin, whether it was his close proximity or his words that filled your mind.

He laughs softly before pulling away and bringing the bag in front of him. He moves his hand forward a couple inches, signaling for you to take it. “Here, it’s yours.” Reaching forward and taking the bag hoops in your hands, you turn around and put it on the bed to open it. He stands close behind you, surprising you when you feel his hands on your hips. “I see that you got into my closet.” He whispers into your hair, just inches away from your ear. You swallow dryly, nodding. “You look cute.” One of his hands moves up and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. Your body heats up at the action, already going down a deeper spiral than you were last night.

Reaching into the bag, your hand touches a certain fabric and pulls it out. Sitting in your hands is a black, lace lingerie set. It was two pieces, a bra and underwear that garters were attached to. Your body felt like it was on fire as you observed the sheer clothing, not quite noticing his left hand slide up (his) your shirt.

“Why don’t ya put it on, baby?” His voice is raspy in your ear. His words make you give in to the situation, slowly coming to the conclusion that you just wanted to please him. “Daddy wants to see your new set, princess.” His other hand squeezes your thigh, before slapping it. Your breathing picks up as you finally tear your eyes away from the lingerie in your hands and up to him. Your head turns to look at him, noticing a defined glint in his eye. It excited you, giving you more reason to follow his orders.

When you start to move, he takes his hands off of you and watches you walk into the bathroom that was connected to his room. You give him a teasing smile before you close the door, quickly changing out of the big clothes and figuring out how to fit the bra on and click the garters together.

Once you’re finished, you look up at the mirror that was above the sink. The lingerie was tight, showing off every curve and mark on your skin. Before you could dwell on any of it, you reach for the doorknob and turn it. You were anxious for his reaction, not realizing how quickly you fit into the role of being his.

He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes immediately darting to you once he hears the door open. His legs are spread as he rests his elbows on them, until he leans up and brushes his hands up to his thighs when he sees you.

“Fuck, Y/N.” His voice was low, vulnerably showing his need for you. Green eyes rake up and down your body, taking in the sight before him. He sat speechless as he never once took his eyes away from you.

Confidence started to fill you as you walked over to him, standing between his legs and resting your hands on his shoulders. His palms reach out and dig into your hips, almost on instinct. They slowly shift down to your thighs, squeezing the flesh before bringing you closer to him. Your chest stood inches away from his face, both of you at the position where you were taller than him as he sat down. He didn’t want that.

Suddenly, he stands back up and towers over you. Having to look up at him, his hands never leave your body. His green eyes are demanding as he keeps heated eye contact with you. His right hand reaches up and wraps around your throat. You take a sharp breath in, making him smile.

“Get on the bed for me.” He demands, his grip never letting go. Before he could let you go, he leans down closer to you. “On all fours, ass up.” His other hand trails up and squeezes your ass, making you freeze. His stone cold expression is back as he lets go and watches you scramble to get on the bed.

It felt sort of humiliating to have a man like him tell you what to do and for you to follow it so obediently. He doesn’t seem to mind as his eyes never leave your body, inspecting every move you made. He followed behind you once you situated yourself on the bed, resting on your forearms as your knees were doing the same. You feel the empty space behind you being filled as the ginger stood there, his hands reaching out to lay on your thighs. One of his hands travels up and lands on your ass, squeezing it before slapping down harshly. Your body jolts at the sudden action as a moan leaves your now parted lips. You could practically feel the smirk on his face, even with your back turned.

“You like that, baby? You like it when daddy spanks you?” The same hand smacks down harder, forcing your fingers to grip the satin sheets underneath them.

“Yes, daddy.” Your voice was already breathless, just the two slaps already taking the air out of you.

You hear him hum behind you, slowly nodding his head. His other hand moves up and rests on your ass as well, but not making any quick movements against you. The abuse on your skin already made it hot to touch, his slaps having enough force to make you flinch.

His right hand reaches down and slides a finger inside your underwear and through your slit. “Fuck, you really are enjoying this.” It seemed to be more of a mindless statement, more to himself. You feel your face get hot at his words, feeling like you were caught doing something you shouldn’t. “Do you like the pain, Y/N?” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he talks cockily. Without thinking, you nod your head as a response. He takes that as a green light and smacks his hand back down on to you. Moaning louder this time, your back arches against the bed and your mouth opens in silent pleasure.

Your knuckles turn white as you grasp the sheets, feeling like your fingers were about to fall off. His slaps never relaxed as he would alter between spanking you and squeezing the skin to irritate it more.

Once you visibly flinch when his fingers touch your skin after, he notices the way you breathe heavily once he’s done. His smile never fades as he watches you. “You take it so well, doll. I’m so proud of you.” His words only manage to make you more wet than you already were.

A whine escapes your throat as you try and move backwards slightly. He understands the motion and harshly undoes the garters, rolling them down and off your legs. Running his big hands up them once they’re off, goosebumps follow his pale palms. A gasp fills the once silent room after you hear a loud tear behind you.

He just ripped your underwear open.

“Sorry, baby. You know I’ll get ya new ones.” He throws away the broken fabric behind him, his number one priority being you. Leaning down, he pressed teasing kisses to your lower back, occasionally going higher just to make you more desperate. He chuckles against your skin when you push back against him, digging his nails into your thighs. “Patience, sweetheart.” Fuck, you felt like his words could make you come alone.

His fast actions never fail to surprise you, especially when he suddenly licks up your slit. He has an arrogant smile that covered his lips, feeling pride in the fact he makes you feel good. Taking a couple more seconds to taste you, he pulls away once his fingers take over. Going back to kneeling on the bed, he looks down at you while his fingers spread you out. Letting one circle around your clit makes your breath hitch, automatically catching the man’s attention. He presses down harder and motions faster, watching your body move against him. He stops abruptly once he sees you nearing your edge, smiling devilishly when he hears you groan.

“I wanna fuck you, baby; I had to get’cha ready.” His voice cuts through the room, taking up all of the space. His left hand rests on your lower back as he takes his dick in his hand and positions himself directly behind you. “You want it, Y/N? You wanna feel me inside you?”

“Yes, daddy, please.” Your voice was broken as you begged, feeling desperate for any sort of contact with him. There was a faint laugh behind you, but at this point, you didn’t even care enough to feel embarrassed. You wanted him, needed him.

“There’s my good girl.” Thrusting forward quickly, he moves inside you perfectly. Screaming at the sudden movement and the harsh treatment, your eyes shut tight and your mouth stays open. He stays still for a moment, letting you get used to the way he felt. Once he felt it took long enough, he moved back to the point where his tip was just barely inside you before pushing his hips forward and moving completely inside. Your hands gripped the sheets again, only tighter this time.

As he kept moving, the same hand as earlier reached up and spanked you again, in the same spot. Only adding to the immense pleasure, slowly overwhelming your body with different sensations.

Incoherent words escape your mouth as he hits the perfect spot inside you. His abs clench as he thrusts forward, his arm muscles tightening as he holds your hips in a firm grip. His hand moved fast as it smacked back down against you, your back arching in an immediate response.

“You’re doing so good. Can feel you- fuck! Can feel you squeezing me so tight.” His voice is strained as he talks, noticing how much closer you get to releasing each second. His words push you farther as the stiff knot inside your stomach gets more strained. “Don’t you wanna come for your daddy? Wanna make me feel so good..?” His breathing picks up as he rambles, his eyes getting heavier.

The intense sound of skin slapping skin fills the vast room, pervading your ears. You inhale sharply when you feel a hand wrap around the front of your throat and pulling you up to meet his toned front. The new angle hits the both of you right, making you both moan loudly. His hand grips your neck tighter as his heavy breathing and groans fill your ear. Digging your nails into the arm of his other hand that reached over to rub your clit, quickly pushing you closer and closer to your release.

“C’mon, doll. Come for me, come for your daddy.” That was all you needed. You felt like you could see stars as your eyes close, taking in the intense pleasure that invaded your body. Leaning your head back subconsciously, hitting his shoulder.

As he feels you clenching around him tighter, it makes the knot in his stomach come loose. He groans as he calms down, his chest heaving slightly. You both stay in the same position for a moment, before taking a deep breath and letting him pull out.

“You did so good, Y/N. You’re such a good girl for me.” He whispers in your ear and then kisses your head. The sweet attention he gives you makes your face heat up, almost as if you both weren’t having heated sex just seconds before. He lets go of the grip he had on your neck and watched you lean down on the bed. You lie down on the messy blankets, trying to get your breathing right. As you calm down you feel the bed dip beside you and you see the bright orange hair in the corner of your eye.

“You’re gonna be so fuckin’ spoiled.” You look over at him as he stares up at the ceiling. You laugh softly at his words making him look over at you. He smiles and hovers over you. Without thinking, he leans down and presses his lips against yours. He smirks against your now swollen lips, “Round two?”

Today was gonna be a long day..

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lulureadsandwrites · 6 months

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hellloooooo!!!

hope youre doing well:) can i request a jd x fem reader with body dysmorphia or anorexia? mine is getting rly bad but if you are triggered by this dont worry about it!!

tysm and love ya;)

hello yes, it's not triggering for me at all! i was actually thinking about this like a month or two ago! i hope you get better, if you need to talk my inbox is open!

"I Just Want to Help." "What If I Don't Want Help?" (J.D. x G.N!Reader)

summary; j.d. notices everything, especially when it comes to you. imagine his surprise when he catches on to your eating disorder warnings; eating disorder, body dysmorphia, swearing, talk of mental help and illness, not wanting to be better word count; 1.6k

2nd person

You had expressed to J.D. how you wanted to lose some weight and he encouraged you, but he also made sure you were comfortable. He wanted you to know you were perfect no matter what, because you were. He would tell you, “If you want to lose a few pounds that’s fine, you’re beautiful no matter what.” and he would kiss you, he would hold you close.

Now, J.D. is a very observant guy, especially when it comes to you. He was obsessed with you. So when you were skipping meals, he noticed pretty quickly. Of course he did.

He also saw the way you looked at yourself whenever faced with a mirror, or seeing a photo of the two of you, or anything that had to do with looking at yourself. He noticed how you’d cross your arms to cover your stomach, how you would close your thumb and pinky around your wrist, and lift your thighs slightly off whatever you were sitting on. He noticed you started exercising excessively and all the colour had drained from your skin. He noticed how you seemed to have forgotten important things, how you always looked lightheaded, how you were pulling out clumps of your own hair. He noticed how you would never let him touch you anymore, like the thought of his touch disgusted you. You acted like you were allergic to food, you’d drink at least 10 glasses of water a day.

Everything small or large, he noticed!

There was one mirror in your room and it had been flipped around to face the wall. When he asked you about it, you said you didn’t notice and he left it at that even though he knew you were lying.

J.D. was concerned. You, his partner, the person he loved the most, was practically killing themselves over something so small?

At least that’s how it was in his eyes. It wasn’t small to you, no not at all. It took over your whole life. You wanted to look like the girls in the magazines, or the popular girls at your school. You envied them, you hated them, you were angry that they got to eat whatever they want and they would stay under 105 pounds.

It all felt so unfair, what made you so different? Why did you have to deal with the humiliation of wanting to buy a bag of candy and feel like others were watching you in contempt and disgust?

You wanted to tell your boyfriend, you loved him and you wanted him to help but you were so ashamed. You didn’t want anyone to notice, you didn’t want to be a bother. Yet at the same time, you had prayed that J.D. would find out and help you get better.

You hated how exhausted this made you, you felt your thoughts contradict themselves all the time. You wanted to be healthy, to be better, but at the same time, you didn’t feel sick enough. You wanted to be worse. It didn’t start out like this, you didn’t intend to stop eating all over, it started with skipping some dinners, then breakfasts, then using the excuse of not having enough money to pay for lunch. J.D. would offer you money, saying it wasn't too expensive but you declined every single time.

After some time, you were repulsed at the thought of food, looking at it made you nauseous. Yet, seeing other, thinner people, eating made you jealous.

He couldn’t just tell you to eat, no that wouldn’t work. So he did the next best thing, he guilted you into eating. The next time you came over to his place, he had made sure he made a bunch of things to eat. Sure, it was a little manipulative, but it was the best he could think of doing.

“I made food for us.” He told you, holding a pot of baked macaroni and cheese.

“Oh, I’m not really that hungry. Thank you though Honey.” You sighed, you had done so well, you were doing perfect actually, you didn’t need all this. You just wanted to finish your homework and sleep.

“Not hungry? You haven’t eaten all day.” He pointed out to you, making you nervous. Had he really noticed?

“Yeah well…” You were going to give an excuse but J.D. quickly cut you off.

“Do you not like my cooking? Is it that? Is it not good enough for you? You’d rather starve than eat anything made by me?” He pestered, trying to be as frustrating and guilt-inducing as possible.

“No, no of course not!” You try to reassure him, he didn’t need the reassurance though. This was going exactly how he wanted it to.

“Well it really seems like it right now, can you at least try it?” He slides you a plate and a fork.

You sighed, giving in. If it made J.D. happy, you’d do it.

So that continued for a few weeks. Every few days you’d go to J.D. 's house, he’d cook something for the two of you and if you declined, he’d guilt you into eating it. You were starting to get a little upset that he kept doing that, you eventually realised that he was guilting you into this, so you confronted him about it.

“J.D., why do you keep guilting me into eating the food you cook?” You confront him, after he does the same routine to you this evening. He sighed and put the dish of leftover stuffing and turkey from Thanksgiving on the table.

“Because you’re making me feel like you don’t like what I make for you.” He excused, putting on a subtle frown, but enough for you to notice.

“No, that’s not it. What’s the actual reason?” You cut through his bullshit and stare at him with your arms crossed and a sour expression.

“You don’t fucking eat, [Name]. If I’m not giving you food, you don’t eat. That isn’t healthy!”

“Yeah, well neither is having a slushy every other day!” You counter, how were you supposed to take advice from him of all people?

“You can’t starve yourself, you’ve collapsed with me like 3 times in the past month! God knows how many times you do when I’m not with you!” He says, exasperated.

You were silent, stunned even. You didn’t know what to say, and you didn’t want to affirm his reasoning. He was never like this though, he never outwardly expressed his concerns for you, even though you knew he still cared.

“I’m not even gonna try that ‘Do it for me.’ bullshit because I know it’s not going to do anything. If anything, do it for yourself! You’re sick. You’re destroying your metabolism. If anything, not eating is going to do the opposite of what you want!”

You stayed silent for a moment. You were both silent, until he started to speak again.

“I get you’re insecure, my love, but you’re not handling this the right way. You’re not being healthy.” He tries to reason with you, trying to understand that you’re probably also not in a good mental state at the moment.

“Since when did you care about being healthy? Last time I checked, you destroy everything around you, including yourself. So why do I have to take health advice from you?” You pushed an accusatory finger to his chest.

J.D. was getting a little frustrated with your excuses, he didn’t want you to stay like this. It was bad for the both of you and now it was causing you guys to fight.

“Because,” He let out a frustrated sigh, he held his face in his hands and ran them up through his hair. “I hate seeing you like this! You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and you’re shrivelling up your body to meet these unrealistic standards! You might never have the body of a model, and guess what [Name]? That’s okay!”

“No, it’s not okay, it’s unfair!”

“What’s unfair is what you’re doing to yourself. You won’t even let me touch you, I want to worship you and you’re pushing me away…”

“Why?” You give up on the yelling match, you needed to give in because you knew J.D. He’d keep this going until you couldn’t talk.

He sighed and a small smirk found its way on his face. He was happy you were finally giving in.

“Because I love you, darling. You helped me, so I’m trying to help you. You’re the only one I can trust and I want you to trust me too.” His hand lightly grazes your left shoulder, he looks at you for the ‘Okay’ to touch you.

You nodded slowly and his small smirk turned into a wide smile. He instantly wrapped you in his arms, he kissed your temple and held you so your back was pressed against his chest. J.D. was relieved that you would finally let him touch you again, and even better, you were enjoying it.

“I do trust you.” You let your eyes close on you as you lean into J.D. He pressed a few kisses to your neck and you sighed as you felt his breath against it.

“What can I do to help you? You tell me.”

“I don’t know…” You admitted, you didn’t know what to do about this.

“How about we start with talking about this, okay?”

“Okay.”

#heathers the movie #heathers the musical #heathers #jason dean x reader #jd #jd x reader #heathers 1989 #jason dean #x reader

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fluffthecloud · 1 year

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Their Soulmate

Weasley Twins x Male Reader

Summary: Reader has one big soulmate mark on his back instead of a small one on his arm like most people in Hogwarts. He didn't know why but didn't really took mind to it. Now he got put in Hufflepuff, but somehow became friends with the mischievous twin gingers, mainly because they rode on the train together.

Genre:Fluff

Request: ❌

Warnings: N/A

Notes: This is based off a story on AO3 that had the reader as trans post top surgery. This is a Soulmate AU and at this time people didn't really know what polyamory was so everyone thought you had one soulmate.

Tags: @jasperthechaosgremlin pt. 2 pt.3

Y/N got his letter at any normal age Wizards gets theirs. Though his parents weren't too happy, they were envious. Y/N's parents always wanted to go to Hogwarts but they never gotten a letter, so like any other person that never gotten a letter, they went to another magic school that thought the same things just at a lower level.

Y/N had everything he needed nothing more nothing less, so with a few clothes for weekends and things to do in his free time he didn't have much, plus some money for snacks on the train and if he were to buy anything while at Hogwarts.

He was left at the train station by his parents after they told him where to go, he was a bit confused by this and their behavior after he got the letter. Y/N follows their directions to platform 9¾, and he was a bit confused as he was met with a pillar, a brick pillar. "Oh hello there young man!" A sweet voice said behind him, making him turn around, that's when he saw the gingers.

"Hi." He replied back smiling "am I in your way?" He asked moving slightly just in case he was.

"Oh no you are fine, but are you lost?" The lady asked, "oh where are my manners, I'm Molly Weasley, and these are my children, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny." She pointed at each one. (It took me too long to do simple math to see if Ron and Ginny would be kids or babies around this time)

"I'm Y/N L/N, by any chance do you know how to get to platform 9¾?" He asked hoping to not look like a dumbass and that he kids also got a letter.

"Yeah! You just run through the pillar, and then poff your there at the platform!" One of the twins said, Y/N being unsure which one.

"We got our letter a few weeks ago this is our first year!" The other one said, they really need name tags it would be so helpful.

"It's also my first year." Y/N said cheerfully, "so you just run into the pillar?" He asked looking back at Molly.

"Oh right, you'll miss the train, hurry hurry." One by one the red heads ran through, with you following right behind after saying thanks to Molly.

After getting on the train, you find a cabinet to sit in it was completely empty, so you put you bags in the over hang before taking a seat to silently stare out the window. Not long after you hear some commotion just before the cabinet door slides open to reveal none other than Percy, Fred and George. "L/N so nice to see you again!" Percy chimes, "hope you don't mind us joining you."

"Not at all, come sit." You say with a small smile before looking out the window again. But you soon look back to see the twins fighting for the spot next to you, only for Percy to take it, "if you can't share then neither of you can get it." He said as the two sat across from you.

The train ride was very chatty, mainly the twins trying to strike up conversation with you which worked, you really enjoyed their company. Time seemed to fly by fast because before you knew it you were at you stop, so you got your things and followed the Weasley's off the train.

After the boat ride everyone was now in the dinning hall. Everyone was called up one by one, then it was finally your turn "L/N Y/N!" McGonagall called, which in return you walked right up. You took your seat in the chair that was everyone's attention at that point, which made you feel a bit nervous, which made you forget that you were getting sorted into a house, "HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat yelled, and thanks to being out of it for a minute you jumped and the Hufflepuff table cheered.

As the last of the people got sorted into their houses you made some small talk with the other people at your table. That was over very quickly though because after dinner you were told to follow some person called prefect, apparently they are in charge of us getting to the dorm by lights out. Everyone was lead to their dorms and then it was lights out.

#harry potter #george weasley #fred weasley #weasley twins #hogwarts #soulmate au #soulmate marks #male reader #fred weasly x reader #george wealsey x reader #weasley twins x reader #weasley twins x male reader

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nekomacheercaptain · 2 years

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Floral rings

I got inspired by this tweet and thought "Hey, do you know whose language I think gift giving is? Kid", so this is the result of that (also the rings are absolutely beautiful, I would love if he made them for me)

Word count: 0,7K

Kid was trying to eat his lunch when he saw you gasp and awe down at your magazine as your fingers swiftly turned each page. What caught his attention was the sound of a pen circling something on paper, and he left his food on the plate before standing behind you, a shadow being cast over you.

“Whatchu doin’?” he mumbled above you as you continued looking at the pages with stars in your eyes at each reveal of the beautiful floral rings displayed on the pages.

“Hi babe,” you welcomed him with less enthusiasm than usual, too engrossed in your magazine, and he felt himself clench his jaw ever so slightly, “contemplating buying some of these rings, aren’t they pretty!” your voice now happy and engaged as you raised the magazine for him to see.

He yanked it from your hands, turning through the pages too rough for your liking while scoffing, “that’s just a waste of money,” he looked down at you before putting the magazine in his pocket, seeing your jaw drop in offense.

“Kid what the fuck? I was looking at that!” you yelled at him, but to no avail. He just dismissed you with his hand before he walked towards his workshop, hoping he didn’t press the magazine too hard into his pocket. You looked at the neglected food he left on the table, cursing at your stupid boyfriend who had single-handedly ruined your mood in a couple of seconds.

Kid spent the remainder of the day away from you in his workshop, and you had complained all you needed to Killer, who always set aside some time of his day to listen to you bitch about your captain and boyfriend. If he was lucky you did it while he was making food, killing two birds with one stone.

When you laid in bed, ready to fall asleep, the red-head decided to show up, waking you up. And you noticed this was too much for you.

“Y/n, babe, look at-”

“No, that’s enough, I was just about to fall asleep, you can’t wake me up for some bullshit reason, Kid,” you spat out as you squinted at him.

“The hell? I didn’t even wake you up,” he yelled at you defensively, and you turned around, forcing him to talk to your back.

“Whatever, just let me sleep already,” you muttered, trying to fall asleep again.

He scoffed, “You don’t wanna see what I’ve made for you? I know you’ll love it,” his cocky voice annoyed you more, but you didn’t budge. So he grabbed your hand, causing you to turn around again, seeing him trying to place something on your finger.

“Kid what the-” you yelled, but your jaw fell in a loud gasp when you saw the material wrapped around your finger. Your other hand went to cover your mouth in disbelief as a wide smile replaced your earlier frown.

“What the hell, Kid, you made this?” you felt tears build up in your eyes, never looking away from the beautiful floral ring now decorating your hand, admiring the details of the flower and petals becoming shook at how it fits like a glove on your ring finger.

“Told ya it was a waste of money,” he smirked, easing his eyebrow arrogantly at you, making you sigh in defeat.

“You could have just asked for the magazine though, if you were going to make it for me anyway,” you punched his bicep lightly, “I wasn’t done looking”.

He didn’t say anything but a small smile was painting his lips as he saw you gushing over the ring, your hand moving in all angles to allow you to admire all of it.

“It fits me perfectly! You had quite the guess on my size,” you remarked as you laughed, not knowing he fully well knew exactly what your ring size was, a mold of each of your fingers a living proof of this laying on his workbench for future reasons, but he would never tell you that.

You cupped his face with your hands before planting a loving kiss on his lips which he happily obliged, before you kissed his cheek, “thank you, babe, it’s absolutely breathtaking”.

#eustass kid x reader #eustass kid #one piece #one piece x reader #my work #x reader

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whatavery · 1 month

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Ordained Defiance Ch. 3

And here we go with the third chapter, featuring some lovely art by Miles Crow over on twitter! This chapter is where things really start picking up, it was initially twice as long, so I split it up. This chapter is titled Curse and Mark.

Holding over a hundred dollars in his hand made Cainan's hand shake ever so slightly. This was still so unreal to get used to. It wasn't his first time holding a big bundle like this. He safely slipped the bundle of cash into his inner coat pocket where it would be safe. “So, what’s your secret, kid?”

Cainan perked his ears up and glanced at the immensely muscular, hulking form of the speakeasy owner before him. Looking down at him, he appeared intimidating as always, but Cainan just smiled up at him. His fluffy, white tail gave a single flick as he spoke. “Secret? What do you mean, Mr. G.? I’d never keep any secrets from you…”

The tall man smirked and gave a snort. “Hah, if you say so. Still, you’ve got some damned good luck… or you somehow know what you’re doing. You go have fun with the cash, kid.”

The younger cat smiled and lingered around, for a moment considering if he should say anything else, but… he thought better of it. The young cat averted his gaze when their eyes met again, ears lowered slightly.

“What’s the matter? Something wrong?” the bigger cat asked as he started wiping down the race results on the blackboard that hung on the brick-wall. His tone was not particularly interested, but the fact that he asked at all made Cainan's heart skip a beat. The small speakeasy was empty for the time being, the radio beside Mr. Grombach turned off. Even the bartender was gone.

“Oh, nothing, Mr. G. Just… You have a good night, alright?” Cainan asked, slightly breathless. He still hovered around, knowing he was overstaying his welcome, but not having the sense to do anything about it besides sticking around.

“I think we’re past you callin’ me that by now, kid,” the big cat grunted, shooting Cainan a look; almost amused, almost pleasant. “Just call me Gracie.”

“Gracie… Hope to see you soon, Gracie.”

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Cainan opened his eyes as he awoke, staring up at the ceiling of his car. Waking up wasn't too difficult for Cainan these days. The car wasn't exactly comfortable to sleep in, so there was little to no chance of him drifting off again as soon as he was awake. He’d slept in his clothes as he had no other choice, though as he got out of the car to stretch his legs, he did make sure to throw a different shirt on. He left his dark gray sweater behind and swapped it for a light gray, albeit very wrinkly, button-up shirt and his favorite brown coat. It was a warm one, not exactly the most in fashion or the most flattering thing he owned, but given how cool the mornings still were, Cainan didn’t see a reason not to wear something that would keep him warm rather than stylish.

Sitting on the back seat, Cainan ate bread, dried meat and cheese. It was the best he could do these days and luckily, it kept for quite some time. The bread was the biggest concern, but Cainan also knew he had to make it last as long as he could. Of course, he would need to buy more food in the near future. He had money, but it was a finite resource for the time being, so he made sure to stretch it as long as he could every time he bought food.

The sun had barely come up, the sky bright, but the rays of the celestial light had not yet reached the forested area where Cainan was staying, leaving it somewhat dark. He wasn't sure what today might bring, but he intended on going into town on his own after meeting with Father Arbogast. After finishing his rather unimpressive breakfast, Cainan packed it away and locked down his car, before he waded through the knee-high grass, which was wet from the morning dew, dark streaks soon forming across the legs of his denim pants as he made it out to the open fields. Brushing his bangs out of his eyes, Cainan stepped onto the nearest dirt road and headed back towards where the church was.

Hands in his pockets, Cainan glanced out at the open, sweeping hills around the road, the crops and the grass all glistening in the early light as the sun finally started coming up over the eastern hills. It bathed the entire area in its golden glow, the dewy vegetation all around shimmering and Cainan's white fur was practically glowing. It was a cool morning as the spring breeze still had a sharpness to it that cut right through Cainan's facial fur, but the sun helped make him feel a bit more comfortable at least.

He cast a glance towards the east horizon, squinting against the bright sun. It was hard to appreciate, really, but he did remember what Defiance sunrises were like, having seen quite a few of them in the thirteen years he'd lived in the small township. Especially in springtime, it wasn't so unusual to have to get up before the sun rose. Cainan got his early education here in town, but not at a school – at least not officially. Rather, he and other children his age started out learning from a local man who taught them to read, write and do math.

It was all Cainan needed to know, really. He'd learned a great many things after running away, but he'd never completed any higher form of education. In his time alone, especially living in St. Louis, he'd gotten by on pure street smarts for the most part. Of course, it had been a life with a steep learning curve, but Cainan had made do with the hand he was dealt. And it wasn't like the jobs he'd taken up in the years leading up to this moment in time had really cared if he had a high school diploma or not.

Kicking a small rock off the road and into the crops he passed, Cainan had to wonder what he was going to say to Father Arbogast when he found him. Would it be a better approach to tell him exactly how bad things were? On the one hand, that would be the honest thing to do… and didn’t he owe the older reverend that? But on the other… He didn’t want to come out and say it all so suddenly; it might seem like he was trying to get Father Arbogast to pity him… Although was that really such a bad thing?

Cainan wasn't sure what approach was better. A part of him – possibly his pride, probably his ego – couldn’t bear the thought of coming to someone on his knees like that in his time of need. He'd wanted to make a life for himself ever since he left Defiance all those years ago and he wasn’t going to change that now.

Surely… as soon as he got some kind of work in town (if he did) Cainan would be able to repay the village minister for his help, whether that be monetary or not. That way, he'd feel debt-free. Cainan had never liked the feeling that he owed anyone anything. It had been a contributor to how and why he was in his current situation. Rolling in money one day, having it all taken away the next, Cainan had lived through that reality and it had been the hit that struck him and set him on his current trajectory.

St. Louis… that had been where it happened. He'd had all he wanted; his own home, money, a car and more. And he’d lost nearly all of it in a series of bad decisions. Last time Cainan had felt true comfort was five years ago when he was twenty-two. In fact, it had actually been remarkably close to luxury.

Perhaps people simply shouldn’t be trusted with that much money at that age, Cainan thought to himself as he continued on his way along the dirt road. He walked the same road that he and Father Arbogast had walked together before they parted ways, on the outskirts of Defiance. As Cainan got closer, he got the same sense of familiarity he'd felt whilst walking around the small town the previous day, just looking around, getting reacquainted with the once familiar surroundings. Even now, wherever he looked, he saw things that reminded him of his old life when his whole world was only as wide as Defiance.

Leaving this place had simultaneously been the scariest as well as the most exciting thing to ever happen to him. Walking along the road, Cainan tried to recall what it had been like to walk this road in the opposite direction. He’d followed the road to the nearest train station, the very same one where he'd managed to sneak onto a train and ride it two stations away by himself. It admittedly hadn’t been far, but he’d decided he’d rather get off early than get in trouble later for riding the train for free.

Cainan didn’t remember the name of the town where he first got off the train, but it had been a small town, not unlike Defiance. It had been comparatively bigger, however. It had been the beginning of a bit of town hopping for him. He had started in the area not too far from Defiance, but as he got bolder, Cainan started traveling further and further away, eventually ending up in St. Louis where he'd spent the most time.

Finally arriving near the church, Cainan stopped near a tree on the small hill overlooking the area. From here he could see the growing cornfields with their still glistening crops. The sun had come up enough to bathe the area in light, the leaves on the trees shining, the dull, dusty road appearing almost radiant, contrasting with the darker grass and crops it stretched between. An old sign and a short fence lined the right side of the road. From here, Cainan could see the church from a distance, just as he had when he'd arrived the day before.

Just a few farm houses were near the church and a bit further away, Cainan could see a large barn near more cornfields. Two small groves were situated near the church, one right across the dusty path, another closer to the barn in the distance.

Cainan sat down by the big tree on the side of the road, resting his back against the trunk as he sat on the still wet grass. He hadn't even checked the time yet. Fishing out an old pocket watch, Cainan saw that it wasn't even seven yet. The clock’s metallic body was dented and scratched and the glass on the front had a single crack going across it from the upper right to the bottom left.

Cainan had never been an early riser, but he supposed that was one of the changes that his less than ideal sleeping arrangements had ushered in.

“God, what am I even doing here…?” Cainan asked himself. His eyes settling on the church, Cainan almost snorted at the unintentional irony of his exclamation.

“I don’t know, but I would've picked a more dry place to sit down.” Cainan glanced up when he was addressed to see an older man approaching from his left. The older tuxedo cat had a bit of a limping walk, Cainan noticed, and he was dressed in a thick, brown sweater and blue denim overalls, his getup not so unlike Cainan's own, especially the one he’d worn the previous day. His facial fur was speckled with silver streaks and Cainan also noticed his breathing appeared rather labored. He wondered why he would be out walking like this, if it was such a struggle, but Cainan supposed he was trying to keep active despite his age.

“Oh, good morning, sir,” Cainan said with a small smile, although he was cautious. He could recognize the older cat based on looks, but he couldn’t place him, couldn’t attach a name to his face.

“Mornin’. You’re up and at ‘em early, young man,” he said rather gruffly. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“Oh, sort’a – I’m supposed to meet someone down by the church later,” Cainan told him, tone casual, but still polite. The tuxedo cat didn’t seem outright cold towards him, unlike Mr. Lang at the post office, and he wanted to keep it that way. It was a fact Cainan was thankful for, of course – he wasn’t going to complain about a lack of hostility.

“Is that right?” The older cat didn’t seem to approve of the idea, but nevertheless he just shrugged and continued on his way without another word. Cainan sat by and watched him as he left, his gait slow and staggered. As Cainan sat by the tree, another cool spring breeze swept over him, making him shudder slightly. He watched the old tuxedo cat turning left to make his way down the hill towards the church.

“Say… You headed for the church too?” Cainan asked, getting to his feet, brushing himself off. His blue denim pants had dark spots from the morning dew on the plants where he'd been seated, but he didn’t care. Leaving the tree, Cainan approached the older cat, who looked back at him with a pair of bright yellow-green eyes that contrasted so with his otherwise monochromatic fur.

“That I am,” the older cat grunted, before continuing on his way. Cainan caught up to him rather easily and walked by his side. “You’re welcome to walk with me, by the way.”

“Oh, thank you…” Cainan was no fool, he could pick up sarcasm when he heard it, but nevertheless he walked with the older cat. “I’m Cainan, by the way.”

“Cainan?” The older cat stopped and stared at Cainan with a look of comprehension on his face and Cainan, who also stopped, wished he'd kept his mouth shut. He felt himself tensing, bracing for whatever was to come. “Why didn’t you say so? I hardly even recognized you, boy.”

Cainan was dumbfounded as he stood there, unsure of what to say. Clearly the older cat recognized him, but his tone wasn't a displeased one, far from it. He sounded almost… amused. “Uh… pardon?”

“There’s only ever been one Cainan in Defiance, boy. And you look just like your parents.” Cainan's jaw tightened at this, but he simply nodded in silence as he followed along, right ear giving a slight flick. As much as he hated it, he knew it to be true. “What brings you back? I never thought you’d be brave enough to show your face here again.”

“It’s complicated… I suppose I was feeling nostalgic.” Cainan was cautious, but it felt nice to talk to a local who didn’t seem hostile towards him. “I really just wanted to take a look around, sir-”

“Just call me Wendell,” the older cat told Cainan. Of course – Tomas Wendell! Cainan remembered that name; he remembered this man. Though he didn’t recall ever actually speaking to him, he distinctly remembered seeing him around the church when he was being dragged along as a small child. He was the groundskeeper, as far as Cainan remembered, though as the two of them made it to the foot of the gently sloping hill, Cainan couldn’t help but notice just how different he looked. He supposed time would take quite a toll on someone who worked such a physically demanding job for that long. As the two walked the road between the cornfields, the church approaching on their left, the older cat spoke again. “Well, I’d dare say you ain't too popular around here, boy.”

“Yeah, I noticed…” Cainan's jaw tightened again, looking straight ahead at the white building. “It’s uhm… It ain't going to be a problem if I stick around, is it?”

“Stick around?” Wendell almost sneered at him. “And where would you stay? Are you looking to buy a house?”

Cainan didn’t respond. He supposed that was something he admittedly hadn't really thought about. Even if he somehow managed to get a job around these parts, he would still have to work for a long time to even afford his own place to live, at least he imagined so.

“A good question… I’m still working on that part,” was all Cainan said in a falsely optimistic tone that almost fooled himself – almost. In truth, Cainan hadn't a clue how, when or if he'd figure it out. “So, how have things been around here? You still looking after the church and all?”

“That I am.” Cainan could tell by Wendell's short response that he didn’t seem to be in a very talkative mood. Although given his rather labored breathing, Cainan couldn’t blame him. Perhaps he shouldn’t try and initiate conversation with the tuxedo cat just yet… “But not for much longer, I suspect.”

Hearing this, Cainan stared in surprise at the older cat, who just snorted at him. It wasn't every day Cainan heard people just talking about their eventual passing in such a casual way, but he supposed it was different for someone of Wendell's age, compared to someone around his own… The two continued in silence and made it to the front of the church at which point Wendell turned away.

“Oh, you’re not going-?” Cainan asked stupidly pointing at the church, which seemed to be completely closed off. The tuxedo cat shot him a look and shook his head.

“No, I need to take care of the lawn.” Wendell gestured towards the grass around the church with his hand in an almost dismissive manner. He didn’t seem too pleased and the grass certainly looked like it had seen better days. Watching the older cat leaving, limping away towards a nearby barn past the small groves, Cainan couldn’t help but feel a little bad; the idea that a cat his age had to deal with maintaining the lawn all by his lonesome…

Cainan glanced towards the church as he averted his gaze from Wendell and tried the door, but found it locked. Sitting down on the steps up to the church and resting his arms on his knees, Cainan glanced at the area around him, from the growing corn crops on his right to the small groves nearby on his left. Cainan didn’t know if those patches of grass around them was Wendell's responsibility as well or not, but he imagined they might be. As he sat there, Cainan stifled a yawn, watching Wendell in the distance as he moved up towards the barn.

Cainan sighed and shook his head before he rose to his feet. He trudged along the dirt road up towards the barn just as Wendell made his way inside. When Cainan reached the brown, wooden building, he peered inside past the big door. “Hey, Mr. Wendell? Do you… need any help or something?”

The older cat had picked up a scythe and when he noticed him, he turned towards Cainan. It was an oddly menacing sight as he stood in the relative dark of the barn. “Help?”

“I mean with the grass ‘n all…” Cainan didn’t know if he should say anything about it, but the very idea of an older man like Wendell doing this manual labor by himself didn’t quite sit right with him. Wasn't he going to retire anytime soon? He was wearing down his own body and, especially at his age, it couldn’t be good, right? “I can help you cut it or something, if you need it…”

For a moment, Wendell simply stood there, looking at Cainan without a word. Silently, he made his way towards the younger cat before handing him the scythe. The large tool was quite intimidating and Cainan was already starting to regret asking – he'd never actually used a scythe in his life.

“No idea what you’re hoping to get out of this, kid, but if you insist… And I ain't payin’ you,” the old cat grumbled.

“Oh that’s fine, I wasn’t asking for any pay, sir.”

Wendell grabbed a shovel and a pitchfork, placing them both into an old wooden wheelbarrow. As Wendell began to wheel it out of the barn, Cainan hesitated for a bit, wanting to say something. Wendell snorted derisively when their eyes met. “What, you don’t think I can handle pushing this thing over to the church?”

“No, no- I mean yes. I’m sure you can, Mr. Wendell,” Cainan said, stumbling his way through his words. He just shrugged and followed along, one hand in his pants pocket, the other holding the scythe as he rested the long wooden shaft against his shoulder as he walked.

Once they’d made it back to the church, Cainan yawned, garnering the attention of Wendell who snorted. “No time to be sleepy, boy. You asked to help, so here’s what you do: just get the grass nice ‘n short… You hear?”

“Uh… Yeah, I’ve got it…” Cainan carefully took a hold of the scythe’s shaft, weighing it in his hands. It didn’t feel quite right the way he held it, but it seemed like the only way to actually hold it. It was decently heavy and one hand on the main body and the other on the handle, Cainan eventually raised it, preparing to slash downwards when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Cainan turned to Wendell, looking stunned when he saw the look of outrage on the tuxedo cat’s face. “Don’t you know how to use a scythe?”

“Do I look like I know what I’m doing?” Cainan asked the groundskeeper in a rather defensive manner. The older cat sighed and rubbed his temples. He had to show Cainan how to hold it; one hand on the main body, one on the handle jutting out from it further up closer to the blade. Even then, it didn’t feel quite right. Following Wendell's instructions, however, Cainan soon got to work, mowing the grass with wide, sweeping swings, letting the top blade stop itself from cutting the grass too low.

It was hard work and as the sun rose higher in the sky, it only got harder. Cainan eventually had to remove his coat, carelessly tossing it onto the front step of the church, before rolling up the sleeves of his short. While Cainan worked, Wendell watched him closely, scrutinizing his every move, occasionally grunting corrections at him whenever Cainan would start to relax and slouch. He’d just groan in response; he couldn’t complain, nor could he back out now; he’d volunteered; what kind of idiot would he look like backing out and making the old groundskeeper do this?

Although Cainan supposed that technically this was his job to begin with…

“Well, this is certainly a surprise.” Cainan stopped mid swing and turned his head to see Father Arbogast standing there on the path, watching him. Clad in all black once again, he stood out like a sore thumb against the green of the crops and grass all around. Cainan had managed to get most of the grass around the front of the church, having slowly worked his way closer and closer to the white building. As the older reverend looked him over, Cainan wiped his brow. “Good morning, Wendell, Mr. Wirth…”

“Please… just Cainan,” Cainan huffed at Father Arbogast. While Cainan had been mowing down the grass, Wendell had used the pitchfork and shovel to move the cut grass up into the wheelbarrow, ready to cart it off. “Good morning, Father. I was wondering when you’d get here.”

“Were you now…? That's very interesting…” Wendell noted curiously, looking between the two. The apricot-furred reverend didn’t speak for a while, though Cainan noticed him exchanging meaningful looks with Wendell. Cainan hadn't the slightest clue what they could silently be communicating, but he thought he saw Father Arbogast subtly shaking his head at Wendell.

“Yeah, we were going to discuss my- uh…” Cainan hesitated. If looks could kill, the look Father Arbogast gave him at the moment may have managed to single-handedly win the Great War.

“Yes…?” Wendell asked, looking over at Father Arbogast in an almost eager manner, it was a tone Cainan hadn't heard from the older cat before. “What were you two looking to discuss exactly?”

Seeing the borderline murderous look on Father Arbogast’s face and then seeing the violently contrasting look on Wendell's, Cainan had to resist the urge to smirk. In an exaggeratedly casual tone, the young cat replied, “Oh, we were just going to talk about work. I’ve been looking for some. Imagine that…”

Wendell let out a dry chortle. “A job, eh? Why, I’d dare say just you might have found one, boy. What do you say, Father?”

“Absolutely not…!” the reverend snapped, at which point Cainan couldn’t help but feel the corners of his mouth tugging upwards. Intense blue-eyed glare fixed on Cainan, Father Arbogast looking quite outraged. However, while the sight might be intimidating at a glance, Cainan couldn’t help but find it amusing too. Why was he so against him taking up this job?

“Why don’t you finish up here while Father Arbogast and I talk for a bit?” Wendell asked Cainan as he put the shovel and pitchfork down by the wheelbarrow, which was already filling up nicely. The tuxedo cat limped over to the taller, leaner cat and the two of them set off down the path towards the barn where Cainan and Wendell had come from.

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“Under absolutely no circumstances am I allowing him of all people to fill in the position, Wendell. I will not hear it,” Abelard insisted once he thought they'd be out of earshot. He cast a look back over his shoulder where he saw Cainan working still. The young cat likewise cast a glance over his shoulder at them, making Abelard avert his own gaze. He looked at the black and white cat beside him, scowling.

“And why not? The kid’s still young, and he was willing to help me out without expecting a reward, you know,” Wendell replied ever so casually as he limped along beside the taller cat’s long strides, keeping up the best he could. “Kid don’t seem so bad to me.”

“He’s trouble, I can just tell. I don’t trust him.” Abelard didn’t even notice his voice climbing an octave as he spoke. “He’s hiding something and I’m starting to get my suspicions about what it is…”

Wendell gave a derisive snort, which got Abelard's attention, the tall reverend squinting at him. Wendell just shot him a look of indifference. “Setting your personal bias aside, and setting aside what people might say about him, look at him; he’s up there cutting grass outside a church at the break of dawn.”

“Your point being…?”

“My point being that if he’s willing to do that without getting paid, I believe he just might be able to take good care of this place with an added incentive.” Wendell stretched and came to a halt, sighing. “And besides, Abelard… look at me, for Pete’s sake; I’m getting old and I’m tired. Give the kid a chance, damn it. I’ll show him the ropes.”

For the first time in a while, Abelard looked properly at Wendell. He was right; he’d been looking after the grounds longer than Abelard had been preaching. He was limping there right by his side, his breath raspy and labored. Abelard had watched him tending to the grounds for decades now, always had the reassuring presence there to keep things orderly and make sure things were as they should be.

But even Abelard, in all his stubbornness, could tell that Wendell wanted nothing more than to retire and rest. This man had been working tirelessly for most of his life, Abelard knew that much.

He sighed.

“Do you truly believe he will be a suitable successor? Can you honestly tell me that an untrustworthy individual such as this boy deserves the privilege of looking after our church?” Abelard asked, casting another glance over his shoulder where he realized Cainan had stopped working and had fully turned towards them. How much had he heard?

“I've not seen any reason not to trust him yet. He asked me if I wanted help out of his own volition and that to me is very telling. Don’t matter what people used to say about him – at least not to me,” Wendell told Abelard, before he too cast a glance over at Cainan. He smirked a bit. “I bet he heard you using your preacher voice.”

Abelard silently scowled at the older cat before closing his eyes, sighing. He removed his hat and rubbed his temples. “… Fine, I will give him a chance – one chance. But if he turns out to be as much of a troublemaker as I think, may the Lord have mercy on your soul, Wendell…!”

“Yeah, yeah… I’ll be with him soon enough,” the tuxedo cat snorted, not sounding particularly roused by Abelard’s threat. “I’ll have to teach him first. After that, I’ll enjoy my retirement. I’m sure the kid’ll do just fine. And besides, weren’t his folks avid believers? Shouldn’t that count for something, if you’re going to judge him as harshly as you are?”

“I am not being harsh!” Abelard snarled, scowling once more, though the tuxedo cat snorted loudly at this. “Well, you give it time and you’ll see. Mark my words, this boy is trouble and I’ll let him prove it to you.”

The two of them made their way back towards the church, Abelard still scowling. This day wasn't turning out the way he'd hoped for so far. He had hoped for another quiet day, but it seemed like that wasn't what the Lord had in store for him. But Abelard would trust that this was a test of his character. Yes – that had to be it. He would give young Cainan Wirth a chance to prove himself. Perhaps this was a chance for both of them to prove themselves…

By the time they reached the lawn in front of the church, Cainan had resumed his work, having taken care of all the grass in front of the church and already he was working his way over to the white building’s right side.

“Mr. Wirth,” Abelard almost growled at him, getting the white cat’s attention mid-swing. Cainan looked mildly apprehensive as he turned towards the two, resting the bottom of the scythe’s shaft against the ground where cut grass was strewn about. “Would you like to assist Mr. Wendell in looking after the grounds?”

“You mean as a job…?” Abelard stared at the younger cat in bewilderment. That subtle little smirk didn’t go unnoticed, nor did the playfully coy tone of his. Abelard was starting to regret his decision.

“Yes, I do mean as a job,” Abelard replied, partially through gritted teeth. He tried to calm himself down. “When would you be able to start?”

“Hmmm… I don’t know I am rather busy right now doing this unpaid job here…” Cainan responded in an almost bored drawl as he gestured towards the scythe with his free hand. He appeared to check the nails on his hand, looking very casual. Abelard cast a sideways glance at Wendell who didn’t seem any more amused than him. “But perhaps I can start once I’m done here, how’s that sound, gentlemen?”

“Splendid…” Abelard could feel anger boiling up inside himself at the young cat’s casual, joking demeanor, but he knew not to let it get the best of him. He could tell the younger cat was looking for a reaction. “I shall leave you to it in that case. I’ve got business to attend to in town.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later then,” Cainan said casually, looking mighty pleased as he resumed his work, his fluffy, white tail giving a swish. Abelard silently watched him for a bit. Had he been played by the younger cat all along? He didn’t want to assume the worst, but with the way Cainan acted, Abelard couldn’t shake the feeling that it had somehow been his plan to end up here all along, although he wasn't certain.

“Just keep an eye on him,” Abelard grunted at Wendell as he passed the old groundskeeper and headed off towards Defiance proper. Abelard was scowling the whole way up the dirt road. He still wasn't at all convinced that Cainan was the right person for this job, which he was sure would show itself sooner than later. He was sure Wendell would be able to see right through the white cat’s charades.

Although… if Wendell were telling the truth and Cainan truly had come to him and offered assistance out of the blue, maybe he wasn't so bad. It was a charitable thing to do, admirable, really. Abelard sighed as he climbed the gently sloping hill. To give Cainan the benefit of the doubt, he supposed that perhaps the young cat’s shifty demeanor was simply down to him being defensive, all alone in a once-familiar environment…

And yet Abelard still couldn’t shake the all-too prevalent feeling that Cainan was bad news for the town. He supposed if Cainan were to stick around for the position, his true colors would show one way or another.

And what colors they were, if Abelard's interaction with him this morning were any indication.

Even more so than his shifty demeanor the previous day or his dodgy and indirect way of answering questions, Abelard found the way he acted so… so childish to be even more unbearable. The way he smirked at him, his sarcastic tone, his remarks… it was enough to make the reverend’s blood boil, just thinking about it.

If nothing else, that boy sure lacked respect, it seemed.

Abelard started going about business as per usual, however. He tried his best to ignore his worries and doubts about Cainan, although he was sure Wendell would be regretting his decision by the time Abelard got back to the church.

Reaching into his inner jacket pocket, Abelard produced a box of matches and a box of cigarettes. He held a cigarette between his lips while he lit a match, before taking a hit of the cigarette, the smoke filling his lungs, nicotine rushing into his system. He breathed the smoke out in a long sigh. Smoking was one of his vices, but he felt as though he needed it at this moment in time, having to try and keep his spirits up and to keep his mind on something else.

Small wisps of smoke whirling around him as he walked, Abelard set course for Defiance General by himself, doing his best to not think about Cainan and Wendell. But despite his best efforts, his mind returned to the previous night’s dinner. The conversation before and during dinner had also included Cainan, at least partially.

While Elsa hadn't said much on the matter, Bobby had participated in the conversation… somewhat. His brother-in-law didn’t seem to think much of Cainan. Bobby had joined him and Elsa in the living room before dinner, while they waited for the food to finish cooking.

Bobby was a heavyset man around Cainan’s height, his fur a light gray and when he spoke he had that distinct South-English accent of his. While Abelard likely wouldn’t say he enjoyed Bobby’s company, the two of them got along well enough.

“I think he’s just some kid who doesn’t know what he’s doing,” Bobby had remarked, rather indifferent on the whole situation. “Bloody hell, if you don’t want to give him a job at the church, we could have him-”

But Abelard had refused that too – he hadn’t even let Bobby finish his thought. He didn’t think someone who looked like Cainan had the makings of a mortician. Nor were they exactly busy enough to warrant a third set of hands for that part of their business. And additionally, letting Cainan into the basement also meant he might see their… side-business.

That alone was something Abelard didn’t need anyone outside their family to know about.

Though Elsa had remained mostly silent during dinner, she had weighed in after Abelard had loudly complained about his situation involving Cainan. She’d simply told him, “You wanted to help him, so that’s what you should do. He’s your responsibility now. It’s what I would’ve wanted if it were you in need of help.”

A small part of Abelard knew she was right, of course. Being village minister, he was probably the one who could help the young straggler the most. He had good relations with everyone there and he was the one who had voluntarily taken it upon himself to begin with.

Abelard looked up at the sky where fluffy, white clouds were rolling by far, far above him. What do you want from me? Are you testing me?

Once Abelard made it to Defiance General, he put out his cigarette and let himself in through the screen-door. The main door had been left open to allow air inside while keeping out big bugs and the like. As per usual, Abelard found Mr. Weaver waiting behind the counter. The hunched, elderly light-brown cat always kept things nice and tidy around the store to an impressive degree, especially given that he was running the store all on his own.

Though the walls of the small store did hold some amount of clutter, such as old bear traps hanging on the wall behind the counter and miscellaneous wall décor all around, it was a rather neat shop. Bookcases by the wall left of the counter held items for sale as did small stands in front of the counter, along with boxes lining the walls on either side of the front door. The floor was mostly cleared of stuff, save for a single table in front of the door where baskets held baked goods and further away by a window stood a small table with a chessboard on it and a chair on either side of it.

As Abelard closed the screen-door behind him, he removed his hat and sighed. He just had to take his mind off things, not think or talk about Cainan. “A good morning to you, Mr. Weaver. How do you do?”

It was a routine at this point, polite smalltalk between the two of them. A small smile showed on the elderly cat’s face, lifting up his sagging cheeks as his big, lamp-like eyes gazed up at Abelard. “Oh, quite well, Father. I trust things are well with you too? You wouldn't happen to have time for a game of chess, would you?”

Abelard hesitated for a moment. “I'm afraid today’s not a good day for chess, as I do have business to attend to momentarily. I simply wanted to stop by as I always do.”

“Is something troubling you?” The hunched older cat looked at Abelard curiously.

“I simply just have my hands full at the church, Mr. Weaver. It’s a lot to handle; this young stranger came into town yesterday and-”

“Not another scoundrel from the city, I hope?” Mr. Weaver’s raspy voice had an underlying touch of ire and Abelard couldn’t blame him. He knew he too had had to deal with quite a few people from the city camping out around Defiance General; Marigolds mainly. They considered this small town to be their territory when it came to the illegal alcohol trade, and they guarded it quite fiercely now that it was no longer Lackadaisy’s.

“No… As a matter of fact, he used to live here,” Abelard replied in a weary tone. He already didn’t like where this conversation was going; Cainan seemed to find his way into every thought and every conversation he had with people as of late. “When he was a child that is.”

“Really now?” Mr. Weaver asked with considerably more interest than before. “Who is it?”

Abelard once more found himself hesitating to answer. He didn’t partake in gossip, but did this count? If anything, to Abelard this was just general conversation. Surely it didn’t count to just inform Mr. Weaver that there was a stranger in town. “Well, his name is Cainan Wirth. I don’t know if you’re-”

“The Wirth boy is here?” Abelard was caught by surprise by the skeptical look on Mr. Weaver’s sagging face, and even more so by his tone of suspicion. “What does he even want here?”

Taking note of the contemptuous tone coming from Mr. Weaver’s last question, Abelard felt his curiosity being piqued, much to his own annoyance. Perhaps he shouldn’t have disregarded what Cainan had said when he explained his situation yesterday. Perhaps there truly was some amount of bad blood between Cainan and the locals following the young cat’s departure.

“He wants to work.” Abelard watched Mr. Weaver carefully, trying to see what kind of reaction his answer might get out of the older cat. “He came back to set things right with his parents, but he also wants to settle down here. I’d wager he’s feeling nostalgic for his childhood home, perhaps.”

“Hmmm…” Mr. Weaver squinted as though he was trying to figure out whether the statement was true or not. Abelard knew the suspicion wasn’t directed at him, of course, but he still found it curious. “After what he pulled back then, I’m surprised he had the nerve to come back looking for his parents. Homeless and in need of help, I take it? Doesn’t surprise me…”

“It doesn’t? I remember the Wirths as being quite respectable,” Abelard noted calmly. He didn’t like where this was going. Had he been misjudging that entire family? He was really getting into the gossip now, despite knowing better, but Abelard had a feeling this particular brand of gossip might hold some relevant information about the young stranger he had begrudgingly just given a job.

“Oh, no, don’t get me wrong, Father. His parents were very respectable – saintly, even. Bless them,” Mr. Weaver quickly said, his tone somewhat apologetic. He brushed his wispy, pale head fur back with his hand. “But their son was… Last I remember, he not only ran away for no apparent reason and broke their hearts, but he also took off with a bunch of their money, Father. The poor Wirths, they were distraught – you would have thought their son had died.”

“Really now? That’s… very interesting…” Abelard could once more feel anger start to well up inside him, but he wasn’t sure who it was aimed at. Was it aimed at Cainan for what he did? For lying to him and omitting a big truth like that? Or was it aimed at himself for giving in, despite his reservations and his feelings? For offering the young cat work at the church without being certain he was fit for it? Abelard wasn't at all sure, but he tried to calm himself the best he could, even if it was easier said than done. “And was that… common knowledge around town? I do not partake in gossip and hearsay… May the Lord forgive me for not knowing better…”

“Don’t blame yourself, Father. I don’t imagine scum and scoundrels like that go around proudly talking about their sins and their crimes,” the elderly cat almost spat. The dislike was apparent, not just in his tone, but also through the look on his face. “I’d suggest you turn him away; let the boy wallow in his own mess.”

Abelard didn’t respond, he glanced out the screen-door, feeling as though he’d made a grave mistake. Who exactly had he left with his groundskeeper at the church? Cainan had a lot to explain to him. “Well… This has been very informative, Mr. Weaver. I’d best get back to my church – young Mr. Wirth has a lot of explaining to do…”

Leaving Defiance General behind, Abelard didn’t linger in town for once, walking with purpose towards the church. He greeted the few people he met on his way, though he didn’t stick around for smalltalk and pleasantries. After learning what he had from Mr. Weaver, the longer Abelard spent away from his church while Cainan was there, the more it felt as though he was likely to return to find the church on fire.

He couldn’t believe he had been so easily swayed into giving Cainan a prestigious job – no, responsibility – like that. He would have to give Wendell a piece of his mind as well; he had vouched for him! It wasn't an inherit surprise that Cainan had withheld the truth – in fact, Abelard had suspected as much since the moment they met, but never quite to this degree.

Was he going to hear Cainan out? Should he? The evidence was stacking up against him and the feeling of distrust had never left Abelard whenever he thought of Cainan. He should have followed his instinct, Abelard realized that now. To Abelard, this made Cainan little better than the troublemakers that had once plagued Defiance in the early days of Prohibition.

Thinking this over as he made his way to the final treeline that separated him and the church, Abelard did hesitate. Was that assessment too harsh? Perhaps it was… But Abelard wouldn’t stand for anything like that, not in his church. The young cat and his secretive mannerisms, his shifty demeanor, all of it should have been a red flag for Abelard. Even now as he descended the small hill that led down towards the church, he could see Cainan and Wendell out in front of the white building. The white cat was still at work cutting the grass and the old tuxedo cat shoveled the cut grass into the wheelbarrow.

“Ah, there you are, Abelard. We were waiting for you, so we could-” But Wendell didn’t finish his thought as Abelard walked right past him, moving straight for Cainan, who hadn’t even noticed the approaching reverend yet. “Abelard, what are you-?”

“You have some explaining to do, young man,” Abelard practically snarled as he grabbed Cainan's shoulder and whirled him around to face him. The startled, young cat dropped the scythe, which fell onto the heap of mowed grass at their feet. Abelard had no regard for the tool nor its sharp blade as he glared Cainan in the eyes, the young cat’s pale green ones wide in shock.

“What did I do…?” he asked in a surprisingly meek voice as he looked up at Abelard.

“You know damned well what you did,” Abelard snapped at him, pointing a slender finger right at his face in a threatening manner. His other hand held onto Cainan's collar. “How dare you omit a big truth like that when I offer to help you?! You dare taint your soul through thievery – and of your own kin no less! You-”

“Abelard! For God’s sake, calm yourself!” Wendell had come to Cainan's rescue, grabbing Abelard's wrist. “The boy’s bleeding.”

Whatever Abelard had been about to say left his mind in an instant when he heard this. He shot Wendell a look. “What are you talking about?”

But when Abelard looked down, he saw that the scythe’s blade had left a slash in Cainan's right pants leg. He also noticed that the blade’s thin, sharp edge had been reddened, as was the blue denim of Cainan's pants. Abelard swore at himself inwardly and sighed. He couldn’t immediately tell how bad it was, but given how much blood was on Cainan's pant leg, he figured it would be best to wait with the confrontation.

Cainan too looked equally surprised by this as he looked down. “Oh…”

Already, Wendell had moved the scythe away and gotten down on his knees with a mighty grunt, raising the young cat’s pant leg to look. Abelard reluctantly let go of Cainan and stepped back. “How bad is it…?”

Wendell didn’t answer right away. Cainan winced as the old tuxedo cat touched his leg. He pulled out a white cloth and wrapped it around Cainan's leg, his pristine white fur now stained with red. “It looks deep, Abelard. You might have to bring him home.”

“Home…?” Cainan asked nervously, but Abelard ignored him.

“Very well… Come along, Mr. Wirth.” Of course, Abelard did have to hold onto the younger cat to assist him on his way – best not to tempt fate too much – even despite how much Abelard would rather shout at him… But now was not the time.

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Sins & Amends Chapter 51

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: You and Billy are working your way back to each other

It seemed that the tension between Frank and Billy needed you in the middle for it to finally break. After the blow up at your apartment resulting in you in tears and the two of them finally laying their cards on the table everything started to run more smoothly in your life.

There was an understanding between them now. You knew Frank couldn't forgive Billy for the past anymore than Billy could ever forgive himself but when you would see the two of them together doing something as simple as drinking a beer you had hope for the thought of having them both in your future.

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There were still times that doubt reared it's ugly head into your mind. You'd had to push back going car shop because you'd had to cover someone's shift at work then Frank and Billy had both been working so much they hadn't had a full day off.

Karen had offered to go with you but the honest truth like it or not if car dealers see two women they try their best to fuck them over. Wasn't like you hadn't went long without a car anyways. A little longer wouldn't hurt.

You'd taken the advantage of a rare weekend off to spend a saturday with Adi. The two of you had met Karen at the aquarium which was a must for Adi then ended up going to see a movie of her picking while Karen went to run some errands.

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When you put her to bed that night she'd yawned sleepily and asked "Mommy can we see daddy tomorrow?" You thought about it for a second. He should be off since the following day was Sunday.Hell Karen had taken them all lunch while you and Adi were at the movies which had resulted in you getting a text from Frank that read "Well Bill didn't get to see you and little bit so now he'll pout the rest of the damn day"

Not to mention Adi hadn't seen Billy in a couple days, not due to any fault of his but because his schedule had been insane and so had yours and Karen's so neither of you had gotten a chance to take her by the Homeland office. "I'll call daddy to tell him you want to see him tomorrow ok baby?" She nodded and grabbed Coco "Love you mommy" "Love you too baby"

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You pulled Adi's door shut and walked into the living room to put away the few toys she'd left out. Your phone was laying on the table so you grabbed it to see you had a text from Billy "If you and Adi aren't busy tomorrow morning I'd love to take the two most beautiful women in New York out for breakfast"

You rolled your eyes even though your stomach flipped slightly before hitting his number to call him back. After two rings he answered "Didn't expect a call but I'm not complaining" you smiled then said "You actually have good timing. Adi told me when I was putting her to bed she wanted to see you tomorrow"

You could hear the smirk in his voice when he said "See me and my babygirl were already on the same page. What about you? Do you want to see me considering Karen is the one that bought lunch" you shook your head because you knew what he was asking even reading between the lines it was clear "I wasn't avoiding you Billy. There's a new Disney movie out and what can I say our daughter loves giving my paychecks to the rat"

He let out a breath that sounded like he was relieved before saying "Well you could've come by before the movies. I would've gave you the money" "Billy you give me more than enough already not to mention what's still in the bank" since finding out about Adi he'd started buying anything she needed and giving you money every time he got paid despite your protests that you could handle your bills on your own.

A silence fell back between the two of you heavy enough you could feel it over the phone. Hard to believe this was the same man you'd spent so much of your adult life with, the father of your child yet now the two of you had trouble talking at times. Hell it had gotten where it seemed talking between him and Frank had become easier than it seemed between you and him.

It was hard being close to Billy and yet having to force yourself to keep enough distance between you and him. You knew he wanted to take things slow to make sure everything was how they needed to be but God a big part of you wanted to tell him the way things needed to be was him there with you and Adi. Not blocks away in that little one bedroom apartment.

It didn't help matters that he'd told you he loved you every time you talked since the night he stayed with you.It snapped you out of your own thoughts when he said "I'm just glad that taking Adi to the movies is why you didn't come. I was worried it still might be that other thing"

The other thing being how Frank had busted you out over being jealous towards Dinah. You honestly hadn't thought too much about it. After everything that had happened the night he'd stayed at your place and the morning after a part of you that you hadn't even realized was in chaos had calmed.

"Billy I know you meant everything you said. And yes I want to see you" you finally said after a moment and he chuckled "Good.. I'll be over bright and early" "We'll be waiting" you replied with a smile and started to hang up when he said "Goodnight sweetheart. I love you" like every other time he said it you simply said "Night Billy" and hung up.

You couldn't say you loved him. He knew you did but god it would only make it hurt worse having to go to sleep without him there. You sighed and stood to head to bed. At least you could get some sleep and maybe come morning you could face him easier.

Billy stared at the phone after he'd hung up. He hated being away from you and Adi. He hated when work drug on, that meant another day he'd go without laying eyes on the two most important people in his life. He hated that he heard you hesitate every time he'd tell you he loved you like you started to say it back but changed your mind.

He clicked his photo album on his phone and scrolled through the pictures of you and Adi.

One of his favorites was one of Adi where her smile was a mirror of his and she was wearing his leather jacket. The smile might have been his but god that look on her face was all you. She'd been mid saying "Look mommy!" When he'd snapped the photo.

One of his other favorites was one Karen had sent him actually. You were sitting on the couch at your place with Adi curled up next to you. He didn't know what the two of you were doing but you both looked so happy it warmed his heart just seeing it. God he loved the two of you more than life itself.

He could remember flashes of himself making bad decisions, remember himself doing shit he was ashamed of. Looking at you,the only woman he'd ever loved and his babygirl he couldn't wrap his head around how he'd ever done those things. How he'd put you and Frank's family, everyone at risk. He didn't know how he'd gotten this second chance, not only with you either.

The memory of the way Frank had teased him about quality over quantity when the two of you had first shifted your relationship into more than friends popped into his head and he laughed despite himself. "Man Bill you finally got a good one don't fuck it up" "I don't plan to Frankie. Believe me. I know she's a keeper"

He wanted to be laying on your bed while you curled up on his chest and Adi slept one room over not blocks away from the two of you but for now he'd have to be grateful for the fact that he'd be seeing you both come morning. Life could be a lot worse.

When you woke up the sun was just creeping through the small crack in your curtain and you started to pull the blanket up and roll over but you remembered that Billy was coming over to take you and Adi for breakfast.

You knew Billy's bright and early had always meant just that so since Adi still had about another hour of sleep in her you figured you could get a shower and pick her some clothes out before he got there.

Once you were dressed in leggings and a sweater dress you simply put enough product in your hair you could wear it down without it blowing away and did simple makeup. You looked cute but not like you were desperate for attention or anything.

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You walked into Adi's room to pick her some clothes out for the day and grinned when you saw she was waking up "Hey pumpkin. I got a surprise for you!" That made her wakeup fully and she was watching you go through her drawers to find clothes "What?"

You found her favorite cooler weather outfit which consisted of black leggings and a dark pink long sleeve shirt that had two black birds on it that you'd initially bought without thinking until Frank had reminded you of his and Billy's call signs and it seemed that revelation made Adi love the shirt ever more "Cause it's got daddy and uncle Frank on it"

You turned back to her, clothes in hand and heard a knock on the door. "Wanna go see who that is?" You held out your arms as you asked and she jumped into them.

You laid her clothes down on her bed then walked back into the living room "We're coming!" You called out so not only Adi knew whoever was at the door was expecting her but so Billy knew you were both awake.

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When you opened the door Billy was standing there with a huge smile. "Daddy!" Adi screamed and both you and Billy had to lurch towards each other so she could make the leap into his arms.

He walked in with her wrapped securely around him and winked at you "Too bad you're not this happy to see me Y/N" you shook your head and smiled before Adi started asking him if he could spend some time with her. "Actually baby I was wondering if you and mommy could come to breakfast with me and I know you went to the aquarium yesterday but I'm sure if you don't want to go back today we can find something fun because I plan to spend all day with you and mommy"

She smiled back at you "Can we?" You nodded "Sounds good baby. We can show daddy all our favorites spots but first we gotta get you dressed" she kissed Billy on the cheek then held her hands out for you to get her.

You got her on your hip then motioned to the living room "Make yourself at home. We'll be out in a few"

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Billy watched as you grabbed everything Adi would need for the day and put it in the little black backpack he knew was for her. You were biting your bottom lip while you did a final mental check list to make sure you hadn't missed anything.

You turned back to look at him where he was sitting with Adi on the couch and smiled. He felt his heart clench at the sight. You looked genuinely happy, like having him and Adi was everything you wanted. He knew the feeling because being with you both made him feel whole like he never had before.

His attention was pulled back to Adi when she asked "Daddy can we go to the aquarium and the zoo?" With those big brown eyes staring up at him it was hard to say anything else then yes but he managed to say "As long as mommy's ok with it I'd love to baby"

You chuckled as you walked over with Adi's jacket in your hands "Aquarium and zoo sounds good to me but first get your jacket on then we need to get some breakfast in you little miss"

You helped Adi slip her jacket on then she looked up at him "Pick me up daddy!" He gladly leaned down and plucked her up off the floor then looked back at you "Ready to go darling?" He noticed a light blush color your cheeks as you said "lead the way" and motioned to the door.

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Breakfast went extremely well. In fact nearly everyone in the diner had commented on how cute of a family you had. Kaitlyn had even insisted on getting a photo of the three of you which you sent to Billy's phone so he'd have a copy.

Once Adi was through with her pancakes you cut your eyes at Billy and smiled "So daddy zoo first or do you want Adi to introduce you to simba and nala first?"

That patent Russo smirk had slipped onto his face when he glanced down at her "Baby who's simba and nala?" "The sharks!" She replied with a mirror image of his own look.

He glanced up at you and you shrugged "She loves the sharks and her favorite stuffed animal is a wolf. She's our child after all" your eyes were glued to the two of them. Spending time with them like this? God it felt like the most natural thing on earth. You'd dreamed about this when you were pregnant with Adi but never would've imagined it becoming reality.

"Sharks it is" he said after a moment and Adi climbed up to stand next to him in the booth as she started telling him all about the aquarium while he listened dutifully only taking his attention off her long enough to pay the bill when Kaitlyn bought it to the table.

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After spending hours at the aquarium while Adi properly acquainted Billy with all of her favorite animals the three of you headed to the zoo like she'd asked. You were walking to the penguin exhibit when Adi tugged on your arm "Mommy will you or daddy carry me?"

Billy winked at you then held his arms out "C'mere babygirl. Daddy will carry you" once she was secure against his chest he barely made it ten feet before her head was over on his shoulder and she was fast asleep.

"Yeah I was expecting that" you said as you reached over to pull her hood up on her head. "Well wanna take her home? We can order pizza or I can cook us some dinner and when she wakes up we can watch a movie with her?" You offered hoping he would want to stay while she napped and weren't disappointed when he nodded "Sounds good to me"

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After Billy laid Adi down on her bed you pulled the door almost closed then turned to face him with a smile "She'll sleep for about forty five minutes or so"

His dark eyes watched you closely as he said "Well how should we pass the time then?" You blushed thinking of how many times he'd asked you that in the past then cleared your throat hoping he hadn't seen the initial reaction "Well um we could just talk? Like you've been busy the last week so let's catch up"

His smile was deep enough to reach his eyes when he said "That sounds good to me"

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"Alice looks at me. I look at her and we're both like hell no this isn't even anywhere near our job description" Billy's head fell back with a laugh while you told him about a few of the worst calls you'd went to over the time he wasn't there.

"I've always been so proud of you. Even when me and Frank would be deployed I'd tell everyone my girl was working to save the people of New York" you ducked your head at his words because you could feel just how warm your face was "I've done my best to help who I can. Hell I've put Frank back together more times than I can count"

He ran one finger down the side of your face then hooked it under your chin to tilt your face up to him "You have a habit of always pulling people back from the brink. Even at times that they're too stupid to realize it" his eyes flickered down to your lips then back up again to meet your gaze. You smiled slightly before saying "You know you can kiss me if you want Billy"

"Thank god" he mumbled before quickly leaning in to catch your lips with his own. You laughed lightly against his lips "Billy Russo thanking god. I must be special" he laughed "You're talking I must be losing my touch"

When he slid his tongue into your mouth it took every ounce of control not to deepen the kiss further. Thankfully things went any further you heard Adi holler "Mommy! Daddy!" And both of you froze. Billy dropped his head down and chuckled against your neck "Go ahead sweetheart. I'll be right behind you" you left another quick kiss on his lips before standing up to head to her room.

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The rest of the evening both yours and Billy's attention was solely on Adi. After she'd woke up from her nap she wanted daddy to play tea party with her and seeing Billy sitting on the floor with a pink tiara on his head while he sipped pretend tea from a cup was a defining moment in your life.

Cooking dinner while Billy helped and played with Adi felt like something out of a dream. After dinner while you bathed Adi Billy had cleaned the kitchen, put Adi's toys away and even had a Disney movie waiting for her.

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You somehow ended up falling asleep yourself with Adi tucked close enough between you and Billy that both her head and your head was leaned against his left side. Her head was over on his stomach while yours was against his shoulder.

You woke up when the credit music started playing and blinked sleepily up at him. "Sorry we knocked out on you" you whispered and he shook his head "Don't apologize. I had you both cuddled up to me. Why would I complain about that?" You smiled then cut your eyes down at Adi "Awe she looks so comfy I don't want to move her!"

You slowly slid off the couch then turned to pick her up, being careful not to grab a handful of Billy's shirt by accident. "I'll be right back" you whispered and he nodded "I'll be waiting"

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Billy watched you walk into Adi's room swaying gently back and forth with her on your shoulder. He would've offered to carry her but if he was being honest his left arm was dead from you and her both being asleep on it. Hell the two of you could ask him to cut off that arm and he'd be caught trying it.

He shook it a few times to get the feeling back while he thought over the day. Things had been slowly getting better between the two of you but today showed him just what he'd been missing. He got to spend an entire day with his girls and now had to leave? It didn't seem right.

He was saved from his mind trying to go into overdrive on him by you stepping back out of Adi's room with a small smile. "So I guess you gotta leave?" You seemed almost sad when you asked so he shrugged "I'd ask for the couch but I don't have any clothes here"

"Oh I understand" you said with what he knew was a forced smile. "Can I come by tomorrow?" You rubbed the back of your neck before saying "Um Adi will be at Karen and Frank's. I've got a sixteen hour shift. Six to ten"

He wanted to offer to come stay at your place with Adi..hell he was her father and had yet to have her overnight. He could understand. The apartment Homeland set him up in wasn't exactly the place he'd want to take her in and out of.

"Well in that case I'll bring you lunch,get dinner with them then I'll come back to the station house and walk you home" when the words left his mouth a smile spread across your face "I'd love that" he realized how late it was getting mixed with how early you had to be to work and tilted his head towards the door "Walk me to the door?" You rolled your eyes but the grin that followed the action told him you liked that he'd asked "Of course"

You waited while Billy grabbed his jacket then he stopped in front of you for a moment. You knew him well enough to know when he wanted to ask something so you said "Go ahead Billy whatever it is"

He looked back towards the couch then cleared his throat "The way you kissed me earlier. It felt amazing but why do you say you want us to be something again and kiss me like that again only to never say you love me out loud?"

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to keep your voice steady before saying "This is why. I have spent all day with you and Adi. It felt like a fucking dream it was so close to being what I want but now's the part where I have to wake up because you're going to your place and I'm gonna go in there and sleep alone. It hurts being so close to you yet there still being so much room between us. Billy you know how i feel without me breaking my own heart every time I say the words only for you to go home and it not be here"

He nodded those dark eyes never leaving yours before he said "Can I kiss you before I leave?" "Of course" you replied and stepped closer to him.

The kiss was as if he was trying to pour everything he felt for you into it. You ran your hands up his back feeling the way the muscles moved under his jacket as he deepened the kiss flicking his tongue across your lips for access which you willingly gave.

A low moan fell from your lips when he licked into your mouth at the same time his hands came down to rest on the small of your back holding you flush against him. When both of you finally pulled away your chests were heaving with the force of the kiss.

He leaned down just enough to be eye to eye with you then said "Y/N I love you. You're the only woman I've ever loved. You're the mother of my child. We will be back together hell it's inevitable like Frankie said. Me and you? We were made for each other cause who else could handle us? I don't care if you never say the words to me again because I know you do and sooner or later I won't have to leave but I hope you know my home? It's you and our daughter. No apartment. just the two of you"

You smiled at his words and left another quick kiss on his lips "I'll tell Karen you're coming over for dinner and I'll be looking for you when I get off" he smiled and said "And I'll be right outside the door waiting for you then the very next day you have off me and Frank are taking our lunch hour to go find you a good car if need be"

Right as Billy walked into the hall he turned around and grinned before saying "Oh yeah Y/N by the way?"

"What Billy?" You asked with a laugh tugging at your lips before he ever said the next words "I love you beautiful" "Night Billy" "Good Night love. Call if you have any bad dreams" was the last thing he said before stepping onto the elevator.

@intothesoul

@weallhaveadestiny

#au billy russo #billy russo x y/n #billy russo au #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader #sins and amends masterlist

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superpositvecloudshipper · 1 year

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Anthony lockwood x injured reader

Taglist-@givemea-dam-break

(sorry I couldn't find a. Gender neutral pic so I just went with this one also I don't draw it)

Y/n's pov:

Urgh your head felt like it was splitting open your legs felt like they were going to snap in half and your side burned.

It was quite obvious your case hadn't gone well you had ignored the others protests and snuck of to do a solo case you had made it back now at around 2am so hopefully no one would notice and you could clean yourself up and go to bed. But of course as you entered the house and walked past the living room you saw lockwood sitting in a chair arms folded ankle balenced over his knee. "hey" you said quietly not making eye contact even though you could feel his stare burning into the front of your face.

"why did you go alone?" "We all told you not to". He spoke smoothly standing up and walking over to you placing one hand under your chin and tilting it up to look into his dark eyes. "I'm sorry but I just wanted yo earn a little money and help that poor family before anyone else got hurt."

You had met the family their eldest son had been ghost locked and almost killed by an angry type two wraith you couldn't stand the thought of the family being forced to stay their and suffer so you had gone despite having no information and it all being rushed. This meant it was no surprise that there had been more than three angry type tows you had been thrown out a window gotten smashed onto a glass cabinet and fallen down several flights of stairs. You where very lucky not to have broken anything buy your entire body was sore and stiff and you didn't know if you could cope with being lectured right now. Seemingly sensing that lockwood grabbed a first aid kit that had been purposefully set on the table next to the couch and pulled you down next to him.

Anthony's pov:

They seem very hurt I won't lecture them until tommorow I don't want them getting more stressed out I will just patch them up and get them to have some rest. "Y/n please take of your jacket and lift up your shirt" I say as carefully as I can helping them remove some of their clothes leaving them in their bra/shirtless I blushes slightly red at seeing them like this they had faint scars running over their body but I focused on the new cuts gently cleaning and covering in gauze. As I cleaned the rest of their cuts they yawned. "y/n you need to sleep let's get you to bed"

Y/n's pov:

From all the events tonight I know I won't sleep even though I'm exhausted I will have horrid nightmares of losing him I can't not tonight so I sleepily shake my head. Lockwood stands up gently but forcefully pulling me with him as I protest as we walk up the stairs u suddenly notice that we aren't in mh room but his. He walks over to his cabenit pulls out a soft grey sweatshirt and gently chucks it to me. "is this for me?" you ask confused.

"yes silly now since your insistent on not getting sleep you may aswell lay down with me since you and I both know its the nightmares that are stopping your sleep so maybe if your with me I can stop them." you blush a little as you pull on the shirt lockwood let's you change out of your trousers and pull on some of your sleeping shorts you left in here(he's let you in a couple times before)

"thank you Anthony" you say quietly as you settle next to him after you've both changed

"don't worry about it n/n I'm always here for you" he says before pulling you close as you relax and let yourself succumb to sleep as lockwood does aswell. Tommorow you will both fight over what happend and what you should and shouldn't be allowed to do but for now your both safe and have each other and that's all that matters.

Hope you enjoyed comment for a part 2 and jut for general support or ideas you have. Have a great day/night xx @givemea-dam-break

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a-spell-a-rebel-yell · 7 months

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September

hellooo, on-time this time! hehe i hope everyone is happy and healthy 💙

the end of September marks one month of school and my assignments are finally slowing down (re: there will be more it's just i've finished them for the moment so i can have some relax time). so, i finally got wind of the learning system here, it's student centered learning where we have to write a paper for every subject and do a presentation for every class, the profs are only there to correct us or complete what we left out. sounds exhausting (because it is!) but i think with this method we're 'forced' to gather as much information as possible because in order to do well we need enough knowledge on the topic. not to mention we're also graded from how active/responsive we are during classes. result is most of my 'free time' is spent reading 🙃 not entirely complaining because the major difference from first degree vs post grad school is now everything's more focused on the discipline i'm interested in hehe

most of my class is held online (god bless) and i'm, yet again, the one in charge of our class' Zoom account (which we buy ourselves instead of provided by the campus). i only go to the SaIemba campus once a week for weekly wire bending class. yes, ladies and gentlemen, wire bending is now taking over my bank account and i mean it literally because the pliers i have to buy cost me a loooooooot of money 🙃 i think this month i really exhausted my savings... the only relief provided for me is that for orthodontists we usually only buy these pliers once to be used for years, that's why it's important to buy high quality ones. kinda glad i bought my Coldplay Singapore tickets before this huhu

an update on my medical check-up, i finally got to see the internist and yep he said i have very high metabolism rate (everything i eat gets converted quickly into energy, not fat/body mass and i need to eat more carbs, but sadly i'm more of a beef veggies fruits person sigh) and that for my slightly anemic blood report i need to consume more blood replenishing food/supplements... these days i swear i’ve been eating more than i did years ago but i simply can't gain weight (still ranging around 41-43 kgs and never higher 🤡)

this September the class celebrated two of our members' birthdays! (again, i'm in charge of reminding everyone of someone's bday 😂) for the first one, kak Mandy's, i kinda made a cruel prank i really regret lol with everyone's help i tricked her we have impromptu on the spot zoom with our professor that required us to show our wire bending progress... she believed me and actually stayed up late to finish her work 😭 i swear i got her to stop and go back to sleep at 10 PM 🥺🥺🥺 but the surprise worked and she was actually surprised (& genuinely happy, i checked on her right after haha) to find us singing the hbd song as she entered the meeting room and sent her a lovely cake for her. the second one, kak Putri's, and this one we can no longer use the Zoom tactic again so we pushed back the surprise to our next wire bending class at uni, bought her pizza and coffee (her favs) and i think the best part is: after i checked in on her, she said she's touched by our efforts as she's never really experienced having people do this much for her. that answer stunned me in a way i get reminded again how being remembered is such a privilege, a rare thing, one's life goal? it's one of the best ways to leave no room for doubt that someone truly cares and loves you? seems like a simple gesture but woah. the impact it left? i think i've never felt more happier being able to remember people's bdays/preferences/likings, seeing how happy i can make someone feel? that's what i strive to do even more now 💪🏻

anyway, did i tell you already i'm the youngest in our class? and the oldest is literally 10 (ten) years older than me? so naturally... i'm also in charge of everything technical: starting from running our class' instagram account and teaching everyone efficient ways to use Google Docs and Slides to finish our assignments 😂👍🏻 i love getting treated like everyone’s little sister and calling everyone kakak/abang 🤣 yet somehow i love being the one people are (mostly) depending on? i like having responsibilities and being able to provide help i guess? 😂 and guess what: i actually also become the class' official editor. yep. one of the assignments given from the dean is to write this mini book (yes, book. not a paper) and she appointed me to be the editor! it's a rigorous task i need to be super diligent and attentive while proofreading and correcting the formatting, but yeah i enjoyed it. my editing hobby has leveled up to a semi official thing haha

last week of September my dad's coworkers held farewell parties (yes plural) for my dad as his last day of work in the entirety of 40+ years of career has finally come... it was an emotional night, almost everyone volunteered to give a lil speech for my dad and said how they've lost and will miss my dad dearly, even some of his lab assistants cried. because my dad was stationed on duty at St Regis hotel naturally i was tagging along, and my dad's subordinates arranged me to be the special guest and yeah. i got teary eyed too because i got to witness yet again how loved my dad is. anyways, i highkey will miss the 'side privileges' i'm so used to get for being a child of a Bank lndonesia employee HEHEHE i mean free staycation at five star hotels almost every week? health insurance (which stopped as i turn 25 huhu) and many many many others. oh well. now it's my time taking care of my mum and dad then, my dream to provide the same or even better treatments than what i received 🥺

with my dad entering retirement, now aside from school i’m swamped with packing and boxing. we’re slowly moving things back to the Cibubur house while i prepare some of my stuffs to carry to my cousin’s house. not gonna lie feeling quite sad because the benefits of having a house in the center of South Jakarta scene are endless! 😂 almost everything is within fingertips’ reach and i’m used to living in that part of the city that never sleeps. Cibubur’s pretty quiet and Bendi (my cousin’s house region) though just a few districts away from Blok M isn’t really the life of the party. i will miss Panglima Polim and everything surrounding it 🥹

last note: these days i'm feeling like life is really that unexpected? so many things i didn't even dream ever happening are thrusted onto my hands right now as we speak and they turn out to be all i've ever wanted? i think i've perfected the formula of doing good + be good + trust the timing. a simple example would be me getting back to school (you can tell i’m not done feeling super happy after getting accepted 😂) excited for more to come, major changes or challenges are welcome: bring it on! i'm ready and up for all kinds of surprises hehe

that's it for September! two months and i'll be 26... 9 months fly away just like that huh 😅 a reminder for me and everyone reading this to enjoy time as it goes, make every second count and special. see you next month!

#alhamdulillah #:)#i will graduate soon #just kidding lol #one month of school done two years eleven months to go #helppp i'm drowning in my assignments #but let's live life happily still!!!

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ghostlynimbus · 1 year

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please tell me more about android steve

Android Steve is an AU at least slightly inspired by chobits (which my brother watched ages ago and I caught bits and pieces of)

Billy Hargrove likes androids. They are marvels of science and technology, super useful, and in his mind, the ultimate status symbol. He knows if he is ever going to hope to afford one of his own, he is going to have to work really hard, get into a good school, get good scholarships, graduate with honors, and land a job with a high salary.

He plans to do just that, but those plans seem totally fucked over when Neil decides to move them out to Hawkins. The schools Billy went to in LA were overcrowded and underfunded, but at least they had engineering and tech programs.

The closest Hawkins High has is a generic shop class or an auto repair class.

Billy can feel his dreams, and his chance at the future he wants, slipping through his fingers, until one night he chances upon an android someone left by a dumpster.

The thing is obviously beat up and in need of repairs, it wont turn on, and billy has no idea what's wrong with the internals... but it's also the prettiest android he's ever seen and it's free.

He takes the android home and gets to work trying to fix it. He has to work slowly because he doesn't have much money for parts and while he's read a lot about them and watched a lot of videos, he's never really actually worked on one before.

Eventually he gets the android fixed up enough to turn on, but for some reason the thing still can't speak and seems to be still unable to access most of it's memory, and several other things don't seem to be working right.

Billy starts referring to the android as pretty boy, at least when neil's not around, because he isn't sure what else to name him.

Eventually Dustin spots Steve, when coming over to visit Max or something, and recognizes him as Nancy's old android. Dustin is ecstatic, he'd been so upset when he heard that Nancy got rid of Steve because she said he would be more expensive to fix than he was worth.

Dustin offers Billy his life savings (which isnt really that much) to buy Steve off him, but Billy's unwilling to sell. Instead, Billy offers a compromise, once he finds out Dustin is pretty tech savvy. If Dustin helps Billy out with some of the (still ongoing) repairs then he can visit with Steve sometimes.

#fic: android steve #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #dustin henderson #neil hargrove m #stranger things #robot au #thank you for the ask!#wickedlydevious #ask #wip ask game #ghost.txt #nancy wheeler m

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crescentblossom66 · 2 years

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A hat in time writing prompts: Prompt 18 Joy

Mustache Girl wandered up and down near the fountain in Maifa Town impatiently. She checked the time on the big clock tower, 12:58pm. She wondered if the two would even show up, or if they just wanted to prank her. After their exciting game of tag last time, Hat Kid and Bow Kid told her to meet them at 1pm the next day. Doubt spread in her when the clock struck, and they still hadn't arrived. The blonde girl contemplated just leaving, of course they had forgotten all about her.

She was just about to leave when she heard Hat Kid yell from afar.

“Hey, Mu, are you ready?!” The red-clothed girl stopped, letting the other two catch up to her.

“Well you took your sweet time!” Hat Kid looked sheepishly at the floor.

“Yeah, that was kinda my fault, I got carried away playing video games, when Bow came to get me it was already almost 1, sorry.”

“Whatever, why did you need to meet me at the fountain? You know that where's better places for a secret meeting when standing around in broad daylight...we are going to make plans on how to get rid of the Mafia, right?”

“Not exactly, we're going shopping, and you're coming with us!” Bow clapped her hands together happily, almost squealing with excitement. Mustache Girl just stared at the two girls wide-eyed. No one has ever taken her on a shopping tour before.

“Not to burst your bubble, but Mafia Town doesn't really have the best shopping district, unless you wanted to buy stinking fish, or order kidneys from the black market.” The last remark made a chill run down Hat Kid's spine, Bow apparently was to enthusiastic about the whole thing to have noticed the comment.

“No, we're going to the metro!” Hat Kid had recovered swiftly and was smiling again, she grabbed Mu by her sleeve and dragged her with them. “Hurry up, we have a long day ahead.

The golden-eyed girl had never seen so many flashing lights, they almost overwhelmed her, as she got dragged around the streets by Hat- and Bow Kid.

“Wow, this place is huge!-” She looked at the flashing neon signs, “-And so flashy!”

“Where should we go to first, Hattie?” Bow asked, the brown-haired girl thought for a moment before getting an idea.

“Let's see the new line of clothes in the grand boutique!” Mu felt a bit out of place, they were going to a fancy boutique and she was dressed in her slightly ragged outfit. She still loved it, of course, but...it didn't fit in with what all the other people here wore.

“But I have no money. I can't afford anything here.” She cast her eyes down in defeat while the other two giggled.

“Don't worry bout that, silly. We're friends, just pick something you like and we pay for it.” Hat Kid informed her while Bow nodded.

“I wonder what you'll pick out!” When they got there, she was once again completely blown away by the massive variety, the red-hooded girl didn't even know where to look first. After roughly and hour, she settled on a red t-shirt over which she wore a denim jacket. To matching the jacket she also picked out a denim jeans, some light blue sneakers completed her first set of clothes, that she didn't have to patch up herself, after finding them in the dumpster due to the tailor in Mafia Town being closed for good..

“This looks great!” Bow Kid applauded.

“Awesome!” Hat Kid looked genuinely happy for her friend.

“I'll make it up to you guys, I promise!” Mustache girl told the other two after they left and strolled through the metro some more.

Hat Kid waved her hand in a dismissive gesture “Don't worry about it. We just hope you had fun.”

She didn't know what to say, to her this was by far the best day she had in years! And that counted the time she managed to sink one of the boats of the Mafia by pushing a large anchor from the top of the harbor onto one of their precious fisher boats.

“It was okay, I-I guess.” She was waaay to embarrassed to outright admit just how much fun she had, or how much their kindness meant to her.

@nasubeenwithcat

Not quite what you wanted, but I hope that it was at least fun to read.

#ahit writing prompts #ahit fanfic #ahit hat kid #ahit bow kid #ahit mustache girl

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msfbgraves · 1 year

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Konmari day 13: specials

Ah, they got me again with the specials, didn't they? Don't we all have our weaknesses!

So, when doing paper, I found this coupon thing for my new coffee maker, and went through the slightly laborious process of making an account to take advantage of it. I also registered all my other coffee too.

1000 points. Seemed legit.

Well, except those 1000 points are of course worth nothing, and I had the one coupon left.

Now I knew I had to throw the thing out and think no more about it. Ah, but fomo - what if I missed a great deal?

I needed 6 more packages to qualify for the discount, which was the same amount I needed to get to some points total that would be redeemable for anything at all, so I did, buying more coffee than I needed and the hot chocolate I had such fond memories of.

Now I am not a total idiot. I know those points only exist to incentivise you to keep buying their brand.

But maybe this was more luxiurious than I'd otherwise allow myself. Maybe... And they came with some extra special free recycling bags.

Well the stuff arrived and the hot chocolate is, like fine. I definitely can make nicer myself for a fraction of the cost and not much more effort but it is OK. The price of the discount was OK - I could have gotten some for slightly less but this isn't a ripoff.

However. I immediately redeemed those points on some vague charity, because I was not going to buy yet another packet of coffee to qualify for a Zalando discount, which is all they offer. So now I have no incentive to buy even one packet more of coffee. And I did tell you that I had the creeping suspicion that however much advantage you take of supermarket specials, the biggest savings are in making sure you simply do not have to go to the supermarket.

Well, since the month is almost over, this seems eerily correct. Every time I go to the supermarket I spend around €30, so if you go one time less (because you in a cleaner house, find it in you to actually cook), that saves you far more than endless bargain hunting and coupon cutting could ever hope to save you. (Unless you are one of those extreme couponers, but honestly, that is a very American thing it's hard to replacate here.)

Now if you simply go because you need food, of course you can take advantage of a few specials you build your meals around. But I've been going a little more often to take advantage of a specific bargain and - no. No. A bargain really is only a bargain if you would have bought something anyway if it weren't on sale, my grandmother was right. The coffee is on sale but you honestly would not have bought coffee if it weren't? Don't. Cook what you have, buy what you need - full price what do you care, and stay out of the shop. In a months' time, I have spent demonstrably less than the other way around, even if you take all the other saving measures into account: store out of sight, put it in smaller packages etc. There are just too many extra things I demonstrably otherwise pick up 'since I'm here' even if I don't think I do.

Now of course none of that would have worked if a tidier house did not in fact make it easier to cook in the first place. And I also don't really understand how it gells with that other bit of thrifty wisdom, that you're supposed to buy in bulk. Still, it seems, again, and at least for me, that you gain more by letting go of what doesn't serve you rather than by having more of something you do not honestly need.

Maybe my instincts were correct, and releasing no longer wanted things releases some kind of energy, more than any half-wanted thing could ever give you.

So however much of a steal something I wasn't going to buy anyway seems -

It's better to spend that money on something you were going to buy and pocketing the time you save not having to take advantage of a 'deal.'

And though it hurts - throw any specials for stuff you otherwise would not have bought, if you like it... out!

Not there yet.

Am trying.

At least I now know it is a legit, if small, problem.

#konmari #personal

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Morganville Vampires: Reimagining - Episode One - Chapter One

The day I became a member of the glass house started with someone stealing my laundry.

There was a thumping sound coming from one of the only two dryers in the laundry room. The barely working machine was slightly shaking in a way that made me eye it. The other one often didn’t come on; I didn’t want to deal with figuring out how to dry my clothes in the middle of September and on a busy schedule.

The laundry basket hit the cracked cement floor in front of the washing machine. I followed it down, throwing open the door and reached inside, expecting to find my clothes. Instead my hand slid across the bottom of the wet slick drum. My heart skipped a beat and I wasted no time in shoving my head inside, hoping that my clothes were just shoved to the back - but no, the washer was completely empty except for a lonely black sock with a hole where the baby toe goes.

“Please tell me this is a bad dream.” I whispered to the wet sock scrunched up in my fist.

Mom’s warning from months ago came to mind - she had told me to always keep a close watch on my stuff, because things tend to disappear at college. Her wisdom had gone in one ear and out the other because I was just excited to be away from home, and I didn't really have anything interesting enough to steal.

I wish I had listened to her.

I had gotten complacent in my time here, enjoying the freedom of living alone - well, not completely alone, I still had a roommate- but I honestly didn’t think I had to worry about someone stealing most of the clothes I owned!

Leaning back on my heels, I brought my hands up to my face with the wet sock against my cheek and the smell of cheap detergent meeting my nose. My breath caught as panic bubbled up in me. There were still some clothes back up in my room, but they were clothes that my mom refused to let me leave behind or throw away, clothes grandma bought me - clothes that i wouldn’t be caught dead in.

There was the credit card mom had given me in case I needed anything, but I cringed at the thought of using it. Mom and dad wouldn’t’ve cared if i used it, i could spend as much as i wanted and they wouldn’t even bat an eye. Our family was privileged, and that was the problem for me. I was seventeen - on the verge of turning eighteen- and I didn't like being so reliant on her, I wanted to be my own person: an adult. Which was a bit of an issue now considering I literally only had enough money left to buy food this month.

Frick.

Tossing the sock in the basket, I quickly stood and resisted the urge to kick the machine and scream in frustration. I could probably get away with it - people have done weirder things here- but the thought of doing it and getting attention made my cheeks grow warm. No, its better just to keep it in.

With a tight grip on my laundry basket, I headed towards the door and mentally cursed the person who stole my clothes. Before I could cross the threshold, a tall body suddenly appeared in front of me and I couldn't stop in time before I mashed the basket into her stomach.

“Oh, I'm so sorry!” i stuttered out and took a step back.

The girl in front of me looked at me in surprise and also took a step back, and brought her laundry bag in front of her, as if to protect herself from any more assaults. It was Erica, I think. She was a tall girl, taller than most instead of just being taller than me, and her height made her stand out despite her best efforts to make herself unknown by constantly hunching over.

“It’s alright, I should have been looking where I was going.” Erica said in a soft voice. the type that could easily be missed if you weren’t paying attention.

Mom always said to never feel sorry for people because it meant that you thought yourself better than that person and looked down on them. But I couldn't help myself, and I don't think I thought I was better than anyone. Erica was a bit like me where I always saw her alone and the only time she ever came out of her room was for her classes. The difference is that she seemed terrified to interact with others.

Like the other day when I was in the library trying to find a book for psych class. Erica had been sitting at a table by herself with a stack of books in front of her. I had caught her eye and waved, wanting to be friendly towards the awkward girl. She had barely responded back before darting her eyes back to her book.

That wasn’t the end of her interaction with people. A few minutes later a handsome looking freshman started to her table. Now he wasn’t overly attractive like the frat and sports guys were, he was a normal next door boy type of attractive. And poor Erica, the girl wasn’t ugly at all, though she did dress a bit homely; I couldn't hear their conversation but from the way her eyes grew and her face turned the brightest color of pink I ever saw in my life told me everything I needed to know.

It didn’t take long before she was stammering some excuse and rushed away, no doubt to go hide in her room. The poor boy was left behind dejected before making his way back to his friends at another table. I don’t know why that scene stuck with me only to come back now. Maybe I was scared that one day I was gonna end up terrified of the world just like Erica.

“No, really, it was my fault. I was just really upset and caught in my head. Some jerk stole my clothes.” I said, throwing a hand up in frustration.

She swept her bangs away from her eyes, “oh, jeez, i’m sorry. That sucks.”

The sound of the dryer slowly stopped and we both glanced at it. The way her eyes flickered from it to me gave me a feeling that she desperately wanted this short conversation to end already. I just had one more question for her- or, well, two, actually.

“Those your clothes?” i asked

She nodded.

“You wouldn’t have happened to have seen anything when you were down here earlier?” I asked, hopeful.

Maybe there was a chance that someone was in a rush and just wanted my stuff out the way so they could use the washer. My clothes could be sitting in a bag in a corner somewhere, waiting for me to retrieve them. I would even settle for them being on the grime ridden floor as long as they were somewhere I could find them. Fingers crossed.

Erica started slowly shaking her head, and my shoulders dropped. My hopes came scrambling back when she perked up and met my eyes for the first time since this conversation.

“Oh, wait, I think I remember seeing Monica and her friend around here. They were headed to the stairwell and were carrying the clothes without putting them in anything. I thought that was weird.” she offered up.

Any bit of hope I had completely fell, not just to the ground but down to the very depths of the deepest parts of hell. It was like a rollercoaster of emotions that left me wishing I was dead. Monica. Of course it was Monica. I was a total moron to not have immediately thought of her. Most people blame the devil when something happens to them.

Me?

I blamed Monica.

Though maybe there wasn’t that much of a difference between the two.

I remember Erica was in front of me, growing more and more uncomfortable by the second and I tried to give her a smile, but a grimace came out instead.

“Thanks, Erica. I appreciate the info. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” I said and she gave a nod.

She moved out of the way and headed for the dryer while I stepped out in the hall. I didn’t make it far before leaning against the wall beside the door. Monica has been the bane of my existence since two weeks ago. Though to be fair, the start of the drama was on me, or specifically, My love and obsession with faygo red pop was to blame.

I should have been in my room studying that day, but Katie - my roommate who was majorly into goth stuff - had a guy over who was as into the gothic look as she was. I knew what was going on when she gave me the look, and I scrambled as fast as I could out of the room before skinny jeans and fishnets could come off.

It was a Saturday so most of the dorm was empty as everyone was at some kind of party. The thought of going to the library and studying some more entered my mind but people already thought I was a loser, no need to prove them right. Instead I decided to go to ‘the chair’ at the top landing in the back stairwell. No one knew how it got there or where it came from, but it became a small hang out spot for some of the girls.

My bag was in my hand and instead of waiting until I got to the chair, I decided that I was too thirsty to wait. So the pop came out and with it in hand I headed to the door to the stairwell. I had just opened the bottle when a figure came through the door fast, faster than I could stop and warn her. Monica was looking back to her friends, laughter coming from the group; she never even saw it coming.

She slammed into me and the red pop flew all over both of our clothes. We gasped in union. I was horrified. I didn’t care about my clothes; all I had on was a white t-shirt and sweats while she was clearly dressed to go out. She was wearing the cutest pinkish crop top and matching jacket showing off tan skin and the flattest stomach I have ever seen in my life.

And though her torn- though fashionable- skinny jeans also got splattered, her top and face had gotten hit the most. Perfectly done makeup and clothes that probably cost more than i could afford - ruined. Her girl friends that she was with stayed silent, but the guys howled in laughter, as if it was the funniest thing they had ever seen.

Her face under the layers of makeup and drops of pop, flushed with embarrassment, and I still remember the look of pure, unadulterated anger that burned in her dark blue eyes. Once upon a time Monica Morrell had no idea who I was, and she was only a passing pretty face to me. After that, I doubt she had any intentions of forgetting the girl that embarrassed her in front of several hot guys.

From then on, it was like she made it her life’s mission to mess with me. First, it was sending hot guys to ask me out and then loudly rejecting me in front of others. I learned my lesson after the second guy - Jamie. It was a shame, he was really cute. If they looked insanely attractive and like they could be on the cast of some teen drama, I avoided them. Then after that it was having her two pitbulls - Gina and Jennifer- bully me every chance they got: knocking my things from my hands, bumping into me, or spilling food and drinks on me. The whole nine yards.

And now there was this, stealing my clothes. A few days had passed with no incidents from them, I had hoped it was finally over but I was an idiot if I thought those girls were ever gonna stop. I wanted to scream. It wasn’t fair I had to go through this, especially in college. We were supposed to be mature after high school, we were supposed to be adults - or at least pretend. The last time i had to deal with this kind of stuff was middle school.

I stamped my foot in frustration and it was hard to push back the burning of the tears in my eyes. The sound of the dryer slamming closed made me push away from the wall. I already spent too much time here and I didn't want to make things even more weird and uncomfortable for Erica. I’ll take my self-pitying back to my dorm room and think about what to do next there.

With a creak, the heavy door opened and I started my track upstairs. The sound of my feet scuffing against the stairs bounced against the wall and I had almost made it to my floor when the door there opened, and out stepped the she-devil herself. The sight of her froze me in my spot.

Shit.

She was already looking directly at me and her gloss covered lips curled into a wicked sneer. And she wasn’t alone either - her pitbulls were standing behind her looking just as evil and hot. Girls like them with daddy’s money always did. Perfect highlighted blonde hair, amazingly done makeup, and killer bodies that made all the other girls jealous and made all the guys want them. A person would think they had something better going on in their lives than bullying nobodies.

Though in this town, in this college, maybe this was the highlight of their day.

My first immediate thought was to run - like the prey animal I was - and find another way up to my room. An actual head-on encounter with Monica and her groupies would no doubt end with me holding back tears and regrouping in my room. But for the first time in a while I was kind of over just constantly running away to be bullied another day and hiding from them. Or maybe it was the lack of sleep from studying that tricked me into gaining enough confidence to pull my shoulders back and stare at her with what I hoped was strong conviction.

“Well, well, look who it is. You know I was just thinking about you.” Monica said, cocking a hip out and resting a freshly manicured hand on it.

Gina was quick add on “ yeah, there was an overflowing trash can outside that made me think ‘jee, i wonder where little Kara is.’”

“She does have a strong resemblance, doesn’t she? Though I think the trashcan might be prettier.”

Monica laughed at the 12 year old old humor, followed by Gina and then Jennifer. Light, pretty, and girlish - like they spent time in front of a mirror practicing to make them sound perfect. Despite the immature joke that only children would find funny, I couldn't stop the heat from growing in my face and the slow building burning in my eyes.

“My name is claire, not Ka-”

I stopped short as Jennifer’s smirk dropped and she took a step down.

“Did she fucking ask, yorkie bitch?”

Don’t say anything, just run away. It’s not worth it.

“Listen, I don't want any problems. I just want my clothes back.” I said resigned, not meeting any of their eyes.

Monica placed a pink, sharp enough to maim, fingernail against her chin, pretending to think. “your clothes? Oh, you mean that trash we found in the laundry room?”

My heart sank.

“you know, it’s really fucking digusting leaving that around for anyone to see and smell it. i almost gagged when i opened the washer.” Jennifer snapped at me, taking another step down towards me.

Every time she spoke or looked in my direction, I felt an uneasiness wash over me. There was always something about her that bothered me. Like I was being looked at by a predator. Her eyes were cold and cruel, like she was just begging me to give her a reason.

there was a moment of reprieve as Monica smirked and her eyes went from me to Jennifer as she crossed her arms. “You would know about gagging, wouldn’t you, Jen?”

For the first time since i’ve known her, Jennifer faltered and her pale skin flushed bright red. Once again, Gina wasted no time in piling on too, a wicked grin on her face. The girls knew no loyalty - they were like lions, even willing to attack and eat their own.

“Yeah, all the boys from Alpha Psi know just how much you like to gag.”

Gina mimed a blow job, even making the sucking noise, much to mine and Jennifer’s dismay. They laughed, this time more haggish, not sounding nearly as cute and girlish as they had before. I almost felt bad for the girl, at least until she spun on me with fire and anger burning in her eyes.

‘Why the fuck are you still in my face, you dumb whore!”

her hand snaked out and i let out a yelp as she wrapped her fingers in my hair. Pain cascaded over my scalp as she yanked my curls - it felt like she was trying to separate the hair from my head. My basket slipped from my hand and i acted on instinct as i reach up and clawed at her thin bird wrist. My nails - not nearly as long and dangerous as hers, still found purchase and i dug in trying to rip her away from me.

“Ow! You bitch!”

Her fingers loosened and I yanked her hand away while accidentally tearing off the bracelet she had. Adrenaline was pounding through my veins and before i could calm down and think straight, her eyes met mine and suddenly my hand flew out, smacking her across the face. My hand stung and the sound of flesh against flesh echoed through the stairwell.

It wasn’t a weak smack either. It was the type of smack a mother would gives her child after she run into the street and almost gets hit. The type of slap where you're just overcome with emotion and your body just reacts. The type of slap that’s probably gonna get me killed, the smart part of me finally caught up and realized.

There was a brief silence and I could see Jennifer’s pale skin quickly growing red in front of me. I winced at the sight of it, hating that I let myself stoop to their level, and terrified at what was going to happen now. My fingers tightened against the bracelet I barely remembered I was still holding.

“Crap. jennifer, i’m sorr-”

I didn’t even see her fist hit me.

One moment i was just standing there, wondering if it was too late to run away. The next, it felt like someone threw a brick in my face, followed by the realization my feet weren’t on the ground anymore. My hands swung out wildly, trying to find something - anything - to stop my descent, but there was nothing to save me. All I could do was let out the smallest gasp and the last thing I saw before tumbling backwards was Jennifer’s eyes filled with hatred - and so much anger.

My shoulder connected with one of the steps first, and after that it was hard to remember what exactly happened next. My body just tumbled down and down, going through a whirlwind of agony as my body connected with every concrete step. It ended with my head bouncing off the ground at the bottom with a sickening crunch and started to seep the last bit of consciousness i had left.

A ringing buzzed in my ear, growing louder and louder, and black spots danced in my vision. Every breath i took in sent a sharp pain through my chest. Jesus, was this actually how I died? The bottom of stairs where I was certain boys have peed at before? What a shitty way to go. Maybe mom was right, I should have gone to school in Michigan.

Monica was the last thing I heard before my vision went completely different.

“Fuck, Jennifer, what the fuck did you do?”

#fan fiction #fanfic #morganville vampires #the morganville vampires

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Friendtopia Part 2: So Much For A Meet-Cute

We end up leaving this high end designer store- I’m wearing this loose white top with flowy sleeves with turquoise shorts. With a turquoise necklace and bracelet, and stacked heels.

“You had something custom made?”

“Multiple stuff custom made. You said you were buying,” I remind him.

“You’re so lucky I’ve been waiting to hang out with you for months,” he bemoans.

Suddenly I spot a girl in a long, breezy skirt and a white shirt with balloonlike sleeves handing out pieces of paper to passerby with a smile on her face.

“Do you need anything in the convenience store?” He looks at the store we were in front of currently.

“You’re going into a convenience store? You do know you’re going to have to get everything yourself in there, right?”

He frowns slightly. “What, are you not coming? I was hoping that since there were two of us…”

I roll my eyes. “Normally I would love to find stuff for you in the convenience store that you could easily walk over and find yourself, but I’m about to lose my chance to have a meet cute with that girl over there.”

He follows my gaze. “Passing out flyers near the meat mug place? They have to be about how great I am. My people are just so devoted and appreciative.”

“Yeah, yeah. So we’ll catch up later?” I ask. “Please don’t get yourself kicked out.”

He snorts. “Y/N, I’m the emperor. It’s not like I was ever going to find stuff myself,” he says before heading into the convenience store.

“Oh, he is so getting kicked out,” I say under my breath as I head toward the girl. As I’m doing so I’m looking to see if any of my clothes look any less perfect than I did when I left the store in them. Blue stacked heels, still on my feet. Turquoise shorts, still on. Turquoise jewelry…still on. White top…still on. I’m so glad I didn’t wear any makeup. It probably would have melted off by now. Sitting in a makeup chair having it done is lowkey tiring on my face so I only get it done on special occasion, like balls.

“Hi!” I say when I’m in front of the girl. “My friend thinks the flyers you’re passing out are about how awesome Emperor Kuzco is, but I highly doubt it. Unless it is. Is it?”

She looks at me bemused. She definitely looks part Asian. I’m not sure what other ethnicities she is- part Incan, Mayan, Aztec, Middle Eastern, or white…but there definitely is some Asian in her. She has strong, fierce eyebrows and a narrow nose and long, straight hair.

“No,” she says. “It’s to save the manatees. Did you know they’re an endangered species in the Incan empire?”

I study the flyer. It’s of a bunch of manatees in the ocean. They don’t seem miserable. But hearing that they’re endangered is really sad. I wonder why that is. “Do people keep hunting them?”

“Tourists keep accidentally killing them, thinking they’re dangerous,” she says.

I’m baffled now. All manatees do is float around. They don’t even have any sharp teeth, or claws, or anything like that. They’re very sleepy. “Well, that’s terrible. And confusing. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I’m Bri,” she says. “I just wish that people cared about manatees the same way they care about…whatever it is they care about here.” She shrugs. “I just arrived here a few days ago. I was just in Nepal on a detox retreat.”

“Detoxing from what?” I ask.

“Just…life and all of its distractions. The unimportant things.”

“Yeah,” I manage to eke out. I wonder what she’d think of the shopping spree Kuzco and I just went on. I wonder if she’d think it was unimportant.

“Some people might think that vacations are about superficial things like going to the beach or getting hot stone massages, but I think it should be about giving back,” she says, adjusting her bag strap. Her bag that was white and grey checkered. A pattern that I recognized really well. It was what people back in France used to wear when they just wanted to show they had money but when they also lacked imagination and individuality. Because that designer makes so many other bags in so many other patterns. You could still show off your money by getting one of those. But the grey-white checkered pattern showed that you primarily cared about impressing other people with recognition rather than quality.

“I’m sorry- how is going to the beach superficial? How? It’s a super relaxing way to unwind and forget about your troubles, like you said you wanted.” I don’t know why I was being so combative. It’s just…suddenly she was coming off a little pretentious, and I wanted nothing more than to poke holes into her already holey theory.

“It’s just how can you relax at the beach, knowing that the manatees who live there are endangered? I mean, that’s definitely true here. And Emperor Kuzco doesn’t even care.”

“For your information, Emperor Kuzco is throwing a save the manatees ball tomorrow! But I guess you wouldn’t want to come, because it’s superficial, right?” Me being extra combative would probably not get her to want to come to the ball, but at this point I was debating whether I actually wanted her to come or not.

“No way am I missing that,” Bri says. “He’s probably going to spread more misinformation, like to save them you have to pollute the ocean.”

“How can you say that?” I demand.

“I was in the convenience store an hour ago talking to the owner about workers’ rights. Apparently he got kicked out of there five times for complaining about having to get stuff himself.”

It’s going to be six, I just know it. And what’s she doing talking about worker’s rights? I thought her whole thing was manatees. And why a convenience store owner? It’s not like he’s being oppressed…is he? Besides Kuzco being a pain in the ass, he seems to be running a thriving business. “Well, you’re wrong,” I say. “He does care, and you’ll see it at the ball.”

Bri raises an eyebrow in disbelief. “Sure.”

“Whatever,” I say before storming off. So much for a meet cute.

I encounter a disgruntled looking Kuzco in front of the convenience store. “Let me guess, he kicked you out?”

“I’m so done. We’re going home,” he grumbles.

“Ughh, I’m with you on that,” I say as we head back toward the palace. “I need somewhere with echo-y walls and floors, where no one will look at me like I’m an insane person if I burst out screaming.”

#kuzco #emperor kuzco #disney kuzco #bri senior year

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AM I A SISSY?

By Fibaro 8-10

Intro:

Mark Carothers had always had it easy in life as the first born son of a wealthy family he had always gotten everything he wanted. At least everything money could buy him that was as he had no real luck when it came to love. Mark loved the ladies, but they didn’t exactly love him back. It wasn’t that he was unattractive, he was rather skinny and at 5’6” he was on the short side for a guy, but he had quite a handsome face with a pair of bright blue eyes sitting beneath a mane of dark brown hair about chin length, combed back with an ample amount of gel. He always looked clean wearing dress shirts, polo’s and slacks rather than jeans. He looked a little too clean and snobby maybe, but that wasn’t what bothered most girls, what bothered them most was the way he always considered himself the best, a real gift to mankind. He had always had a couple of friends, mostly fake as even to them his behavior was obnoxious, but he did throw some of the best parties which counted for something.

This lack of attention from women led to him making up stories, to brag back to who he considered his closest friend Mike who was the captain of the football team and a real womanizer. Mark’s favorite story being about how he supposedly lost his virginity with Susan Dunaway, a gorgeous blonde with blue eyes. At 5’5” she was only slightly smaller than Mark and had a fit curvy body with a nice bubble butt and a pair of perky D cup breasts, the envy of many girls in their school. She had been pissed off when the rumors finally reached her ears and she had tried to disprove and deny them, but she had inevitably had some damage to her reputation.

Her hatred for him had only grown exponentially when he had used a squirt gun on her and her friends just before prom, ruining their hair, makeup and dresses. All the other nasty rumors he had spread about her and her friends hadn’t helped make him more popular either. It only made him look like an even bigger brat as all those things were spread out of sheer pettiness because Susan denied all his bragging of having sex with her.

Susan had only been able to groan when she had learned Mark would be attending the same college, UAF she did together with his buddy Mike when summer was over. It was the college she wanted to go to and yet she had considered applying for another one anyways just because of him. She had always looked forward to college, being away from home. Finally being her own person now that she was an adult and about to live on her own in a dorm room. She really hoped that Mark wouldn’t ruin that by starting off her college career by spreading those same rumors that had ruined her last years in highschool. She hated him so much that it was almost a relief when she heard from his little half sister who also hated his guts but who was a friend of hers from cheer practice, that Mark had had an accident while joyriding with his buddies and had banged his head pretty badly putting him in the hospital. She really hoped that would keep him from attending college altogether, or at least for another year while he recovered.

It was looking more and more likely that was what would happen as she had moved to her dorm a week before the start of her classes and there was still no sign of Mark on campus grounds. During that week she got another message from his step sister though, warning her that he was bound to arrive anyways, the evening before their classes were to kick off. He had gotten out of the hospital and it was believed to be best if he were to be allowed to start right away so he wouldn’t lag behind right from the start. The only complication he still had from the accident was major memory loss, but the doctors were positive his memories would return in time if he just picked up his life where it had left off. The news was devastating to Susan, at least until she thought a bit more about the memory loss. It piqued her interest for some reason as she started to ask his Half sister about it, wanting to know exactly what was going on as a plan slowly formed in her head.

Chapter 8

“Phew, what a day right Marqueisha? It was intense to say the least, but great nevertheless. I’m so happy you finally get to take the first steps in embracing the real you, and I’m even happier to see how incredibly excited you are about it. Now Marqueisha, could you give me your suitcase please? I know how scary all of this is to you and I know how nervous you are so I’m afraid you’d have a tendency to chicken out if I’m not here to support you in person. If today has proven anything it’s that you’re an even bigger sissy than I ever imagined even managing to impress Jaclyn on that front, so we really can’t allow that to happen or you’ll only hurt yourself in the long term. If I pack up all your masculine clothes in your suitcase and take it with me however we’ll effectively eliminate that risk. I know it sounds harsh Marqueisha, but let me ask you this way: why would such a big sissy like you need any masculine clothes at all, especially when you have such subtle yet pretty outfits to ease you into a comfortable spot instead?” Susan quickly asked while Mark looked at her in wide eyed shock.

He couldn’t believe it, after all that he had been through today Susan was planning to take away all of his old clothes? It sounded outrageous, but for as scary as it was, it did kind of make sense with the way she put it. He was completely exhausted, and after the way his body had reacted to that most prissy outfit, he was convinced he was nothing but a huge sissy so this definitely was the right thing to do. Still it sounded so wrong and scary, but as he thought over any possible excuse to keep his old clothes even he was coming up blank. There was no reason he would need them unless it was to go back on his intentions to embrace the real him like he was convinced was necessary for his long term happiness and his recovery. There was no escaping something so big about himself after all. He couldn’t quite manage to tell Susan that there was no reason he should keep those clothes though. It was just too embarrassing to admit what a huge sissy he was, but he wasn’t going to stop her. If she didn’t do this, he would probably chicken out like she feared, at least if his feeling right now was anything to go off of. So instead of putting up any kind or resistance at all he just pointed out where his large empty suitcase was.

Susan would have loved to hear him call himself a huge sissy who didn’t need any other clothes than the new pretty ones he had just bought himself, but she decided not to push it. After all, she didn’t want to push him past his breaking point. Now was a great time to just take her win, let him settle in this new situation a little and push him deeper once he got used to this. She could very well believe he was spent so she didn’t push him to help her either. Instead she just grabbed his suitcase and took it to his closet where she silently put everything inside while he relaxed back on his bed, trying to come to terms with all that had happened. She didn’t really mind at all either. If anything it was quite thrilling to literally pack up Mark’s entire old life to make sure he had nothing but his sissy things to wear. She loved stuffing all of his boxer shorts and socks into the suitcase knowing that he’d only have panties and stockings to wear in their stead and there was no way she would ever give these things back. If he ever started to realize how she had lied to him and what had happened he would just have to buy new things and be forced to have at least one last sissy outing in public before he could return to some sense of his old life. As long as she had him convinced he was the big sissy she and Jaclyn had made him out to be, there would never be a good reason to get them back. She could barely stifle a chuckle at the thought that she was permanently taking his things away, really closing the sissy hold she had on him. She would have both his wardrobe and his cock by the time she left to her own dorm for the night and it made her incredibly hot.

While she was packing his things away Susan made sure to be very thorough. She also packed everything she found in his hampers which were still mostly empty, all his shoes, and the clothes he had worn today. The only previously worn item he was left with were those pink panties she had given him that morning. Aside from those all he now owned was what he had bought at CC’s. His bathroom, much like his closet, got the same treatment. All his soaps, shampoos and his aftershaves were removed and stashed in that same suitcase never to return. After all, she wouldn’t want him to smell like a man either. While she couldn’t really force him to use everything regarding the beauty regime Anastasia had provided him with, she could make sure that those products were the only ones he owned. If he wanted to shower it would be with the shampoo and soap provided to him rather than with his old products.

It took Susan nearly half an hour to get everything he owned stuffed in there, and once she was done she quickly changed the number lock’s combination and locked the suitcase up. Just an added precaution for if he would stop by her dorm and try to sneak something out. For a brief moment Susan considered removing the tags off of everything and loading it up into his wardrobe while moving all his new beauty products into his bathroom, but she ended up deciding against it. The thought of Mark doing that was just too amusing and now that she had taken everything he owned he would have no choice but to wear his new things which meant he would have to remove those tags. She also figured he would like that collection of pink bags to be hidden away and a closet with doors would be a perfect place for that.

All in all Susan was incredibly happy with all she had managed to do today. It was getting really late now but she couldn’t have thought about a better use for her first day of classes. Feeling confident that Mark would be wearing one of his new outfits out tomorrow, her work here was done and it was time to go home to her own dorm and finally take care of the fire which had started burning in her panties. She couldn’t believe how big a turn on completely humiliating Mark and trapping him in a sissy life had been to her. The fact that she would get to masturbate while he couldn’t even touch his cock only made it that much hotter. Oh she was going to love this to bits and to think that this was only the start. “Alright Marqueisha, I’m leaving now. I’ll see to getting everything set up so we can start on your scrap book. Good night now and I’ll see you tomorrow.” Susan said, not getting much of a reaction from Mark who’s head was still spinning. Then again she hadn’t really waited much either, instead she took the large heavy suitcase and rolled it out of there to carefully hide away.

For as supportive and great had been through all of this Mark was quite relieved that she was gone now. He was grateful for all she had done, helping him discover his true self, but after the day he had just had all he wanted was to be alone to process things and now he finally was. For another twenty minutes he just lay there, staring up at the ceiling and wondering what all of this meant. He couldn’t remember a thing about ever being a sissy, but his body certainly remembered, and as far as his memory was concerned well he couldn’t really remember a thing of anything at all so that wasn’t a surprise. With his mother packing his bags it made sense that he would have none of his old sissy clothes here. He imagined he would have hidden them very well, and even if she did know, the small conservative town wouldn’t look kindly on a huge sissy like he apparently was. So if she did know even secretly she would have probably destroyed everything and seen his memory loss as a blessing in disguise, hoping he’d forget all about it which would have definitely been the case if it wasn’t for Susan’s help.

In the end it wasn’t the fact that he had somewhat processed what had happened that got him moving, but a full bladder. Looking down at his body he couldn’t help but shudder a little, seeing the pink satin blouse, the black leggings cut off above his ankles to reveal those pink nylons while his feet were clad in those slightly heeled sneakers. He decided to just trust Jaclyn’s judgement that it wasn’t that much different than what he had worn today, but it sure as hell felt a lot different, a lot more embarrassing, but admittedly a lot better as well. He could feel the leggings slide over his nylons and the paired with the satin embrace around his body leading to a loud grunt as he was quickly reminded about his cock cage.

His humiliation only deepened as he caught his heavily made up face in the mirror. Another blow followed it right up when he exposed his elaborate lingerie when rolling his tight leggings down. Pulling the thong down didn’t improve things at all, it only reminded him from how tightly the back had been lodged between his cheeks, that and the pink metal cage around his cock. Taking his cock in hand and aiming down the bowl was simply out of the question at the moment. The cage gave him only one option and that was to sit down to pee making him feel like an even bigger sissy. He wasn’t about to go ask for the key to his cage for something like that though so he dealt with it. The shame didn’t stop with just sitting down either, with how much more got stuck to this cage he actually needed to wipe as well rather than shake his cock around a little. It was a relief in more ways than one when he was finally done peeing.

He didn’t bother putting his outfit back in place when he was done. It was late and he was exhausted so instead he stripped out of the shameful things, getting reminded over and over about every aspect of it. The biggest relief by far was to get out of that tight girdle which left behind bright red pressure marks on his skin from where it had pulled in his waist. Between his hair, nails, makeup, the cage and his freshly waxed skin he looked like a sissy even when he was as naked as he could possibly get without Susan or Jaclyn’s help as the locked on cage was literally beyond his control. They had promised to give him the key if he asked, but the step to doing that was huge.

It was only now that he really realised how empty his bathroom had become and how Susan had taken more than just his clothes. All he was left with was his toothbrush, toothpaste and some towels. With Susan no longer around to argue about anything, all he could do was suck it up and deal with it. He guessed that at least tomorrow he would have to shower with some of his new soaps and shampoos. First things first though it was high time that he took care of this makeup and at least his fingernails so he didn’t have to worry about those things come tomorrow. With that in mind he headed back to the collection of large pink bags in the hall and fetched the complete starter’s case he had bought from Anastasia. It took a little digging around through makeup products, shampoos, lotions, a variety of nail polishes and other such things before he found the nail polish and makeup remover.

When removing his nail polish he decided to leave at least his toenails alone for now. After all he was a sissy and there was no way anyone would ever see those anyways so what was the use of putting effort in removing that? His face on the other hand got some very careful and thorough attention to remove every last trace of it. Things would be scary enough as it stood, wearing one of his new outfits to class, the last thing he would need was someone noticing a bit of makeup. It was quite shocking though to see his actual face appear again and how much different it looked without all that gunk on it, especially seeing how deep red he was blushing. It was so much worse than the bit of blusher Anastasia had used. It was quite liberating though not to feel the makeup with every movement of his face.

His face at least looked like his own again, yet framed by the dirty blonde hair with lots of volume it still looked so much more effeminate than it had been when he had gotten up this morning. There was little to be done about that though, but he guessed it wasn’t the end of the world either. There were other guys with dirty blonde hair. He wasn’t the only one and it looked rather natural. Of course everyone had already seen him with his dark brown hair so it would be a big change. The only real option would be to shave his head right now, or go back to Anastasia to color it in his natural color again and her really didn’t want to do either of those things. He would look ridiculous when bald and he had had more than enough experience with a salon to last him a life time by now.

The best course of action was just to avoid his predicament which meant dragging himself away from the mirror and out of the bathroom where he was confronted by all those large pink bags dominating his hallway. They really had to go in case someone would enter his room, but he also needed the clothes inside so they needed to be accessible as well. He guessed his only option was to put them in his actual closet which was a mortifying experience with how mentally drained he already was, mortifying but necessary as it turned out. The only outfit without tags was the one he had worn until a few moments ago. And there was no way he was going to wear full pink lingerie, a legging and a pink satin blouse for his first day of embracing his sissyhood. Wearing the one with the black blouse and his new jeans would be more than scary enough. He didn’t care about the supposed splash of color some funky socks added like Jaclyn had claimed, the black stockings would be more than scary enough already, and as he opened his closet he realized full well that they were the best he would be able to do as he now saw with his own eyes how thorough Susan had been. The outfit might be way too effeminate for his comfort, but it was the least conspicuous one he owned now no matter how he looked at it.

By the time he finished stashing everything away his room pretty much looked the same again as it had this morning. At least when the closet was shut that was. When it opened up that was a whole different story however. The shelves looked mostly empty, with two blouses, and two pairs of pants, what he had just worn still on the bathroom floor. The four drawers now all had something filling them, one for the bras, one for the girdles and corset, one for the panties and one for the stockings, rather than two brimming with socks and boxershorts. The hangers behind the other door of his closet however looked worst of all. That horrid incredibly sissy dress and the huge mass of petticoats he had worn when he had his shameful accident, were prominently displayed and so massively eye catching that you simply couldn’t miss them. He had been more than glad to close that door. It was the worst outfit of all, although sleepwear Jaclyn had thrown in for him was nearly as bad. It looked incredibly pink and frilly much like his so-called favorite outfit. He dreaded just looking at it so much that he hadn’t even bothered unpacking it or cutting the tags, it was one confrontation he could really miss out on, and he’d rather sleep naked than putting that thing on.

Now that everything was more or less hidden Mark could finally call it a day while he hoped to forget about everything with a nice deep sleep. It was funny however ever since his accident he had worked on remembering while at the moment he was so deeply embarrassed that he wanted to forget. If only he hadn’t lost his memory, then he would have been way further down this path of self acceptance he thought as even his sheets felt strange on his smooth skin. The fact that he usually masturbated himself to sleep while right now he had no other option than to remain frustrated and denied, unable to touch himself like he was used to, only made it worse. Despite his exhaustion sleep did not come all that easily, but eventually it did come as he slowly drifted off.

Chapter 9

The next morning Mark woke up with a loud groan as his attempted morning erection gave him quite a bit of discomfort in his small chastity cage which didn’t even manage to comfortably fit his cock in a normal flaccid condition after it had warmed up from the ice treatment it got. It was an instant painful reminder that what had happened yesterday wasn’t just an embarrassing nightmare. It was very real in fact and sadly he had relived it all in his dreams. Dreams which left him hornier than usual which only lent more credence to what Susan had told him about how he was a huge sissy. If he hadn’t been then there was no way he would be this horny, he thought, forgoing the blame on his denied usual frequent masturbation.

Instead he just tried his best to ignore it as he got out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom where he ran into last night’s outfit and the same embarrassing issue having to sit to pee like the night before. His shower was anything but the refreshing relief it was supposed to be either. Instead of his soap which claimed it’s scent would drive all the women around him crazy, he was forced to use that flowery smelling thing he had purchased from the salon. His new soaps had a slightly weird texture to it, there were some very coarse grains in it, grains which acted like a kind of scrub to make his newly smooth skin soft to the touch even without using any of the lotions. Not that Mark was aware, he just tried to get it over with as fast as he could, not really liking how smooth his skin felt to the touch, it felt so alien and down right mortifying when his fingers encountered the hard metal cage. He was in half a mind not to wash his hair not wanting to furth enhance that flowery scent the soap left behind, but given how his hair had been dyed, he kind of wanted to see if it would wash out. Besides he smelled of flowers anyways so might as well go for it fully.

When he got out of the shower and fully dried himself, the scent of flowers remaining strongly present, he quickly noticed that the dye looked very much the same as before. His hair while a little more voluminous than before wasn’t nearly as styled anymore as it had been when he had left the salon. It looked more flamboyant than he would have liked, and looking down he mildly regretted not cleaning his toenails, but then again the logic that they wouldn’t be seen still stood. In either case it was too late now as he finished getting cleaned up only to move to his closet with a heavy heart, knowing only his new sissy outfits were waiting there for him. He couldn’t help but blush just seeing them on the nearly empty shelves, but they were the only things he owned now, so he had no chance to suck it up and go for it. Susan had definitely been right, if he had had other clothes available, he would have most definitely chickened out and put those on instead. Hell he was more nervous now on his second day than he had ever been for his first day of college before Susan had dropped that bomb. With no other choice he grabbed the black satin thong and pulled it up his legs, grunting lightly as the sensual feeling fabric gave him quite a lot of trouble with his cage again.

The girdle was rather uncomfortable and tight, he would have skipped it if he didn’t need it to hold up his stockings. Stockings which if anything felt even better than the panties he had just put on. The opaque black nylons felt great caressing his smooth legs, not quite as great as those sheer nylons he had worn with his so called favorite outfit, but infinitely better than socks ever had. Other than reconfirm that he definitely was a sissy for feeling this way, it mostly made him feel embarrassed and uncomfortable in his cage. It was a good thing he was wearing that thing though as otherwise he would have certainly sported a permanent tent, or worse, had another accident and that was the last thing he ever wanted. Wanting to feel at least a little less sissy for his own comfort he did skip out on wearing the bra. It was the only thing he could skip out on, not that it made that much of a difference once the black satin blouse was put on, caressing his chest and nipples much in the same way the bra did. The high waisted jeans that followed remained an incredibly tight fit and although too tight and too high waisted to pass as men’s jeans they were at least less feminine than the leggings Mark thought, trying to make him feel a little better about himself. Last but not least the sneakers were subtle enough with their heel that it didn’t feel too incredibly different from what he usually wore, but the pink accents did bother him.

While the black looked less obnoxious than the pink, and while it was good to be rid of that makeup and with his hair a little less voluminous. Mark still ended up feeling like a bigger sissy than he had when he had come home the day before. Sure he may look a little less sissy, but unlike yesterday there had been no one urging him to wear this, no one to tell him what to do. Sure it wasn’t like he was left with many choices, but he had showered using his new soaps and shampoos on his own and had gotten dressed up in this outfit with no one around. Despite wanting to do nothing more than hide Mark bit the bullet, slung his new purse over his shoulder, grabbed his back pack and left. He would have forgone this purse if he could, but with the pockets on these pants being for nothing more than show he kind of had to take it along if he wanted to have his wallet and phone with him.

Stepping out the door had never been this scary before, especially since Susan wasn’t there to support him, but somehow some way, he did manage to make it out the door and out of the dorm to make his way to class. It was mortifying and he couldn’t help but feel like all eyes were on him. The fact that he was getting more than a few strange looks didn’t help that feeling one bit. Some looked curious, some with a weird interest and still others looked at him rather judgemental. He really didn’t like being out and about all on his own. At least with Susan he had felt somewhat secure, but he guessed he couldn’t expect her to walk him to class every day. She had already invested so much time into helping him that he really couldn’t ask for more. He had somehow hoped that she would still show up at his door, but he had really needed to leave if he didn’t want to be late.

It was nearly a relief when he arrived at class where Kevin and the girls were already waiting outside talking. Finally some accepting familiar faces who knew him. It already made him feel a whole lot more secure despite the baseline nervousness of showing them his new outfit. He wasn’t quite certain how to approach and join in, this whole situation making him feel plenty of awkward. In the end he never had to join on his own as Isabella spotted him while he was still a couple feet off. “Marqueisha! Over here!” She enthusiastically waved as the entire group and quite a few others from their class turned to look right at him. Mark couldn’t help but cringe over how loud Isabella was being, but at least the group quickly opened up to make room for him to join them which he did, if only to hide from the stares the others gave him.

“Wow Marqueisha, is that a new outfit? Its gorgeous! You go girl, it’s so good to see you blossom and embrace yourself compared to yesterday, and that hair. Blonde really suits you! Can you give us a spin so we can get a better look?” Avalon gushed excitedly, being nothing but genuinely happy and supportive thinking this was actually what Mark wanted compared to Susan who knew full well he was 100% a guy and a straight one at that. That didn’t help Mark’s embarrassment one bit though, whether it was his new friend’s genuine kind enthusiasm, or Susan’s fake enthusiasm, it remained just as embarrassing to him. Yet he did perform a quick and awkward twirl, really feeling like one of the girls here. He didn’t know how he had expected his new friends to react, but he guessed this was as good as it could be, he was lucky they accepted and supported him so the least he could do was lean into it a bit right? He really didn’t want to take their enthusiasm away.

“It’s gorgeous, but why aren’t you wearing your lip gloss and mascara though Marqueisha? It really made those features of yours pop. It would look even better to tie together this new look.” Emily asked studying his face a little more closely as if she was envisioning just that. It made Mark feel incredibly uncomfortable, but what could he do about it? It wasn’t like it wasn’t a logical thing to ask. His hair and outfit were looking a ton more feminine, even if one didn’t know about the lingerie he was wearing underneath like he assumed they didn’t. People could definitely see the outlines of his garters though with how tight his jeans were, and the stockings weren’t fooling anyone that they were actually socks either.

Given all that Mark had to admit that it didn’t make much sense that he wasn’t wearing makeup like yesterday at class or even more for that matter. He had gone for the absolute minimum this morning, but he was quickly starting to realise that it would make even more sense for him to fully embrace it. Susan didn’t judge him, and Jaclyn hadn’t judged him either, and clearly his friends were supportive. Maybe he shouldn’t be that worried and embarrassed about his image. It was way easier said than done though, but not wanting to seem odd, he made up an excuse rather than tell the truth that he wanted to do the bare minimum. After all he was a sissy and he should embrace it no matter how embarrassing. “Uhm, well I was just in a rush. Getting ready took more time than anticipated and I didn’t have the time anymore.” Mark sheepishly said.

“Oh don’t you worry about that Marqueisha, I have some lip gloss in my purse you can borrow. It isn’t that clear stuff you wore yesterday, but I think it’ll go amazing with those pink accents in your outfit. I have some mascara as well. Here let me take it out for you.” Avalon enthusiastically offered as despite his feeling that he should embrace his sissy side more he really didn’t want to take the leap to actually put on makeup as well today. Still he couldn’t just say no to Avalon, especially not with her being this kind to him and lending out her stuff to help him out and especially not after the excuse he had made for not wearing makeup. If anything it would look even stranger if he said no now and he really wanted to keep these friends he had made as they at least made embracing his true self a little easier to handle.

Mark was wracking his brain trying to figure a way out of this predicament, to turn the offer down without drawing suspicion but he was coming up short until luckily the professor arrived and Avalon’s purse digging was put on hold as they all entered the classroom instead. He would have never thought he would be this happy to see a professor, but here he was, he was even feeling more secure now that he was walking with some accepting people rather than alone like when had left his dorm. Maybe this new outfit wouldn’t be the end of the world after all. He thought, not realizing how his lingerie wasn’t the only thing his new friends had noticed. Having been on campus for about a week before the start of classes to settle in, they had done some exploring around the city and encountered the CC’s shop. They had laughed about it at the time, thinking no one in their right mind would shop there, but now it made sense. It definitely proved that Mark really was a sissy like he claimed and while it was a little shocking, they didn’t want their new friend to feel bad either.

Chapter 10

Mark was relieved to have dodged that bullet as he took a seat in the lecture hall among his new friends, this time at least hiding part of his outfit which made him feel a little more secure as well. That security didn’t last long though as Avalon continued her purse searching the moment she had taken a seat. Before Mark realized what was happening and was able to find an excuse to put a stop to this she pulled out a tube of a pinkish looking lip gloss called “luminous coral”, a tube of mascara with the words “ultimate length” written on it, and a compact hand mirror. Mark didn’t like the sound of any of those things, nor the thought of putting on pink lipstick, but as Avalon handed it over with a smile he didn’t find it within himself to refuse her.

Still that didn’t mean he wanted to put it on as he tried a different approach. “Thanks Avalon, but I’m afraid I don’t really know how to put it on. Yesterday Susan helped me as with my accident I’ve forgotten how to do this.” He meekly explained telling what he considered the truth as he sheepishly handed the tubes and the hand mirror back to Avalon, thinking that would finally be the end of it and that he would have definitely dodged that bullet.

“Oh really, I’m sorry to hear that Marqueisha. I would be happy to help teach you some time, but now isn’t the time nor place for that. Tell you what though, why don’t I quickly take care of that for you? I’ll have you prettied up in jiffy. Just hold still for a second Marqueisha and pucker those lips for me will you?” Avalon suggested, not really waiting for a reply as unscrewed the lip gloss and gently grabbed onto Mark’s chin, eager to help out where she could without realizing that Mark wasn’t quite as eager about this as she was. She just saw it as a little nervousness, which wasn’t surprising given how he had dressed today. They all thought that Mark was committed to embracing his sissy nature, even Mark himself.

Mortified, but convinced he was a sissy, Mark just allowed it to happen and puckered up his lips as Avalon had demanded. He didn’t really want to wear makeup, and especially not this pink lip gloss, but he did feel like he should embrace his sissy side so maybe this was for the best? His uncertainty paired with his awkwardness of not wanting to offend his new friends and the simple fact that all his shame sapped away a lot of his courage just made him give in. As if getting his lips painted wasn’t mortifying enough, his cage was giving him trouble as well. Avalon’s gentle hold on his chin, the close proximity of her pretty face with puckered lips, showing him how she wanted him to keep his. It all made him feel like he was going to get kissed and it made his cock stir. Stirring which was instantly stopped by the unyielding metal of the cage.

Instead of a kiss Mark’s lips were touched by the lip gloss brush as Avalon carefully yet quickly applied it then told him to smack his lips together, another thing she demonstrated right in front of his face as Mark shamefully followed her instructions. The next one was to keep his eyes wide open as she brushed out his lashes with the mascara brush, the black sticky paste making them look way more voluminous and way longer. Done with his lashes Avalon finally closed up the tube of mascara and handed him that compact mirror. “Here you go Marqueisha, have a look. You look simply radiant. Such kissable lips, and if you bat eyelashes like those I’m certain you’ll have a boyfriend in no time. You’re a real catch!” Avalon giggled as Mark opened up the compact mirror to have a look even though he wasn’t sure he even wanted to know. Still feeling that makeup made him too curious to assess the damage not to look.

Seeing himself with his new hair and this lipstick which was a whole lot more obvious than what he had worn the day before Mark couldn’t help but feel kind of mortified. Still it did fit with the rest of his look and this was who he was so he guessed it wasn’t bad. That didn’t make it any less embarrassing though, especially with Avalon’s remark about how kissable his lips were, claiming he’d get a boyfriend in no time with those. Mark might be certain that he was a sissy, but a boyfriend just didn’t seem right, if it did he didn’t remember. Not that that was a surprise given his condition. What he did know was that he would have loved to kiss Avalon, but she clearly wasn’t interested in that. Not wanting to offend her he did thank her though. “Thanks Avalon, it looks great.” He lied, or was it really a lie? It did indeed look kind of good, not the good he had thought of himself since his accident, but good still.

At least with that done things finally returned back to normal, or as normal as it could be as the lecture started and he and his new friends focused on their class. It was a good distraction, but that didn’t stop Mark from feeling awkward and extremely self conscious throughout. Every sensation from the constricting feeling of his girdle to the sensual satin brushing over his nipples, the tacky feeling of lipstick on his lips, the sensual caress from his nylons and the harsh restriction from his cage. He was constantly made aware of it all with he slightest movement or arousal. At least people in his class seemed to leave him alone more after the girls had stood up for him the day before, but he did get a lot more judgemental looks, making him feel uncomfortable no matter what. Especially when they moved between classes.

Moving around was a lot easier now that he was among his group of accepting friends than it had been making his way here alone, but no matter what the experience remained mortifying throughout. Lunchbreak, usually one of Mark’s favorite moments in a school day had now quickly become one of the most dreaded moments, pushed together in a very large hall with pretty much the entire campus was pretty much as exposed as it could get and with how she felt about her new looks that was pretty much as bad as it could get. He was more than glad when they finally had their food and moved to a table giving him at least a little bit more cover and privacy, but with the table came Kevin’s boyfriend and a bunch of his friends joined the group as well. It was kind of mortifying to see the two guys make out, his old prejudices rooted deep enough to be subconsciously present even after his accident. Yet with all this new sissy information his brain had been bombarded with, his whole identity severely shaken up by Susan he couldn’t help but look at it from a different perspective.

It wasn’t with hateful disgust that he looked at the two guys making out, but with embarrassed wonder. Was that what he also wanted? To be kissed like that by another guy? He couldn’t imagine ever enjoying something like that, yet even here his deep rooted prejudice came back to bite him. Having seen what he himself looked like, lend more credence to Susan’s claim that he was gay. After all, the old him, and the new him couldn’t help but imagine how a sissy could be anything but gay despite his feelings towards seeing that kiss. He was just as disturbed looking at it as he had been in the past, but now that disturbance mainly came from the fact that he thought that might be what he wanted deep down. After all he hadn’t believed he was a sissy either, but that had turned out to be very true. The male friends who had come along with Kevin’s boyfriend were all gay with the exception of one who was bisexual, yet Mark couldn’t help but feel like he himself looked like the most gay guy at the table.

“Looks fun doesn’t it Marqueisha? There’s no need to be jealous though, looking as gorgeous as you do I’m sure you’ll have a boyfriend the moment you put your mind to it. Why I think you already have a very interested party. Derick over there hasn’t been able to stop stealing glances since the moment he sat down. “ Emily whispered into his ear as she nodded towards one of the guys who had joined them, a rather tall looking guy, heavy but in a kind of buff way with dark brown hair combed back on the top of his head, and a neatly groomed but rather long beard. He had a stretch earring in one ear and his nails were painted black. Mark couldn’t help but instinctively turn his attention towards him only to look right back down with a beet red face when their eyes met and Derick gave him a wink.

The girls couldn’t help but let out a spontaneous giggle at his reaction. To them it just looked kind of cute, in their experience it was the reaction of a shy and awkward teenage girl reacting to her first crush just as she was starting to discover she liked guys. Of course Mark was way older than that, but they guessed it kind of made sense as well given how Mark was only just starting to embrace his true self which probably meant that he was also just discovering boys in a sense. All the giggling did was further flush his cheeks red as he meekly replied. “Uhm thanks Emily, but I think I’ll just take it ease for now. I’m no where near ready for a boyfriend.” He blushingly admitted, not openly shooting down the insinuation either as he really did not know whether he was into guys or not, according to Susan he was and it would make sense. Not being ready was a perfect excuse not to be bothered about it for the time being though.

“Of course Marqueisha, all in due time, I’m sure Derick can wait, and if he’s not really your type we can always go partying some time. I’ve been known to be a great wing woman. In any case I just thought to let you know in case you hadn’t noticed, but I can imagine you still have a whole lot about yourself to discover and sort through first. We’re here for you okay, for everything Marqueisha.” Emily quickly voiced her support giving him a sideways hug before changing the subject back to a cute dress they had been talking about in order not to make Mark too uncomfortable any longer. Something Mark was more than happy for.

They chatted and ate for nearly fifteen minutes. Or at least the others were chatting as Mark spent his time quietly listening in. He didn’t really know much about all the subjects they talked about, but he was definitely picking things up and learning a lot about what went on among girls just from listening in on their talk and them trying to involve him. Besides even If he had been able to join in on all of those subjects, he would have preferred to stay quiet feeling way too self conscious in his new outfit to really say much or drag any attention towards himself. Just like he was picking up things from their conversations he was also very slowly but surely getting a little more at ease in his new clothes, but this would take way more getting used to than a simple pair of easily hidden panties like he had worn the day before.

Eventually their conversations got interrupted by Susan who joined them with a couple of friends asking if they could sit with them which of course everyone agreed to. She instantly spotted the fact that Mark was wearing makeup, and a bit more colorful at that. She couldn’t remember that specific shade of pink being in his practice kit and nor had she ever thought he would be wearing anything but the bare minimum after she at least ensured he would wear his new clothes by taking away the others. It was a pleasant surprise to say the least and it didn’t take long for her to deduce that it was probably Avalon’s doing as she was wearing the same shade of lipstick as Mark was. It was down right perfect having friends who believe he was a sissy just as much as he himself did was a great help with her plan, they kept him in line with the best intentions. Susan really struggled not to make a big deal about it, but right now that wouldn’t be wise. She could press it a little more in private, but right now she really just needed him to grow more comfortable with everything in public after all she wouldn’t want a setback, not after she had gotten this far. Some time what was Mark needed now and she was going to give it to him as she simply complimented him on his looks and joined in on the conversations.

Mark was very grateful that Susan didn’t openly comment on his lipstick. It really made him feel like Susan had nothing but his best intentions in mind, yet her compliment did still leave him blushing. Nevertheless Susan’s company actually made him feel a little more comfortable than even that of his new friends did. She had really proven to go above and beyond for him and she was his longest standing friend. She knew him through and through like no one else did and he trusted her, Mark thought. Not aware that while Susan did know him better than anyone else, she was only feeding him lies. The remainder of their lunch passed by rather uneventfully and the three groups which had joined at the table went their separate ways again with Mark going with his new friends to his next class.

Chapter 11

While he had been on edge, self conscious and nervous all day, nothing had really happened other than a few more intense stares and some more whispered comments behind his back. Not even all of them were negative, but those who seemed to love his new look made him shudder even more. All in all he was more than glad to be headed home even if the trip across the busy campus was another devastating one. It was no longer as bad as it had been this morning when he had to venture out like this for the very first time, but still plenty of bad all in all with his sissy identity on full display rather than hidden like yesterday’s panties had been.

Arriving at his dorm didn’t turn out to be the kind of relief he had hoped for. Instead of just being able to rush into his room and find some peace and quiet, he found a shocking surprise at his door. A very bright pink and rather large carboard box was waiting for him right in front of his door. The words “CC’s Sissy Subscription” were printed on the top in an elegant white script and an address Sticker with an elegant written “For Marqueisha” was pasted on next to it. Mark had no idea how long this box had been standing here, or who had all seen it by now, but one thing was for sure, it was very hard to miss if one entered this hallway. Especially in an all boys dormitory it was bound to drag attention. Some of his neighbours were bound to know exactly what he was and it was terrifying. Quickly opening up Mark did the only thing he could think of doing and shoved the box inside only to quickly close the door, at least getting it out of everyone’s sight to limit any further exposure.

Looking at the awfully pink box Mark was in half a mind to just throw it out so he wouldn’t have to deal with this. Smuggling out something this large and pink would be a real pain though as he didn’t want to be caught actually carrying this box. Hell even just hiding it in the garbage container would be a pain with how huge and obnoxious it was and he dreaded a curious soul having a peek inside. What they were to find in there would definitely be more devastating then just them seeing the box outside his door. On top of all that he couldn’t just throw this out. He was paying 200 bucks for this subscription which was a ton of money to just throw away. Plus he had a morbid curiosity to see what was actually inside, and he was a sissy, embracing it was the only thing to make this easier so he shouldn’t sabotage himself.

With all that in mind Mark let out a deep sigh as he dropped his bag and carried the box to his bed only to kind of hesitantly open it. He had paid for it so he might as well have a peek inside right? The first thing he found upon opening it was a long winded letter welcoming him to the CC’s family Attached to it was a card, looking kind of like a credit card, but bright pink with the CC’s logo printed on one side and a heart with the name Marqueisha printed on the other side. The letter explained how this card would hold CC credits, points which could be used for all kinds of services in the CC’s family. Certain things which could only be bought with store credits, or for discounts. Purchases of goods and services gave a small amount of CC credits, which they had already taken the liberty to put on his card. A bigger amount could be earned through showing them off said goods and services with a post on his own CCmedia account linked to his card. An empty account already set up for him on social media specifically designed for sissies and people who adored them. The mere idea that he had an account on such a place made Mark shudder as he quickly put that letter away. Given how expensive CC’s was, some store credits for discounts could be nice, but the sheer idea of posting pictures for it on such an account was not something he wanted to do at all. It was bad enough they had made an account for him on such a platform, but as far as he was concerned it would stay empty.

The next item in the box wasn’t much better though, it was a magazine called “The Weekly CC’s” On the cover there was what looked like an overly frilly version of a 50’s housewife with big platinum blonde hair and a heavily made up face taking something out of the oven with a big simpering smile to the camera in true pin-up fashion. Her heavily petticoated skirt rose just far enough in the back to reveal a hint of the tops of her seamed stockings. There was a hint of embarrassment in her eyes if you looked closely. A bit horny from the constant sensations his new clothes provided he couldn’t help but groan a little as his cage gave him trouble looking at the suggestive image. It didn’t take long to pick up from the subtle details well hidden by the outfit and makeup that he was actually looking at a guy, or at least another sissy and it mortified Mark to realise how he had just gotten turned on by a guy. Maybe Susan was right about him being gay after all.

This edition of the magazine seemed to revolve a lot around cooking as aside from the picture the big bold letters at the side read. “10 meals your boyfriend will love!” under it the phrase “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” was printed in a smaller front. There were also an articles titled: “Satisfying that sissy sweet tooth without the calories”, “A guide to sissy housewife fashion”, “Cute sissy date ideas” and “Sissy workout essentials.” It was like a teen girl’s magazine, but a touch more frilly, outrageous and most of all embarrassing. Neither of those articles, or the many other smaller ones to be found throughout the magazine sounded good to him as he quickly put the magazine aside only to be shocked once more.

It was another magazine called “Play CC’s” The cover was pretty much in theme with the other one. The same sissy was now posing in full elaborate sissied up old fashioned lingerie and a flimsy apron more for show than anything else taken from a sideways perspective. The sissy’s pink cage could be seen hanging out the front of her high waisted panties and the side perspective of the bullet bra’s cups looked rather odd, unlike anything Mark had ever seen. The sissy held a glass of whiskey which she handed over to a big muscular bearded man with greying hair and a big smile on his face as he looked straight into the camera. The man wore nothing but a pair of tight whities with a big tent in the front perfectly displayed at the centre of his wide spread legs. At the top of the tent there was a bright red lipstick mark the same shade the sissy wore as she leaned in to kiss the man on his cheek. The whole image, while showing no real nudity, was definitely very erotic and a lot more daring than the other magazine. Plus there were some awful insinuations. Yet after jerking off a lot to porn in the past it was tantalising enough to Mark to give him trouble with his cage yet again, worse trouble than before. He couldn’t believe he was getting this turned on by an image of two half naked men. Or well, a real man and a sissy, the distinction clearer than ever as this man oozed manliness while the sissy looked very pretty and frilly, overly feminine, a bit over the top so to be a real woman, plus the cage was in view.

There was but one party in this image Mark could identify with and it wasn’t the man. Was this the kind of relationship he wanted? The one he was craving? The thought of serving a man like that made him shudder, yet he was turned on, probably more so because the sissy did look really sexy and that he was a little frustrated. Yet after all the lies he had been told he failed to see it that way, it made him question his sexuality all the more much to his shame. The cover boasted about things like. “Ten full tantalising shoots”, “The ten best toys for sissies”, “Things your man loves in the bedroom” and “a large poster inside”. Mortified Mark put this magazine away, hiding it under the other less awful one as he looked over the other contents of the box.

Deeper in the box there were a bunch of pink satin pouches tied off with a white satin ribbon, the words “Pansy” embroidered on all of them in an elegant white script. Picking one up they smelled strongly of pansies. They came with a small instruction sheet on how to best position them in one’s wardrobe so all their clothes might smell pretty. Next to that there was a pink plugin air freshener, once again boasting the scent of pansies. It would make his room smell like a flower shop when plugged in, plus while small it would put a pink accent on his white walls outwardly feminising his room just a little.

Aside from things to get a thoroughly feminine scent into his room, the box also held other goodies. There was a set of bright pink leg warmers with accompanying wrists band’s and a head band that had the letters “CC’s” embroidered on in white. With it came a coupon for a free set of Sydney’s 10 volume long workout DVD’s, an aerobics step, a yoga mat and an elastic band with the purchase of one complete workout set. It had a little note attached to it encouraging him to “work his way into all his favorite outfits.” Mark had no desire at all to have any of those things. He blushed just holding the pink goodies that had came with it as he quickly threw it on the bed next to him to move on to the next item.

The next item in the box was a pink satin blindfold with the words “CC Sissy” embroidered on in white. It came with a note informing Mark that with the purchase of two sets of nightwear he would get a customised set of satin sheets for his bed with his name on them. He hadn’t even had the stomach to really unpack the set Jaclyn had given him along, let alone that he wanted two more or a set of satin sheets for that matter. With the double bed filling up a big chunk of the dorm room, it would do a huge deal to obviously feminise his room, and while he was certain that he was a sissy, it was still way too mortifying to want to go deeper. He had barely gotten used to his change in wardrobe as it was. He might be certain that this was the right thing to do for him, but that didn’t make it any easier. Then again Susan and Jaclyn had warned him that it wouldn’t be easy.

Lastly the box contained a large clear plastic bottle, with in white the same words as his blindfold printed on. It came with a pink sport’s cap and 21 bags of a pink powder. The note accompanying this last set of goodies talked about some kind of sissy diet to give him the absolute perfect figure of his sissy dreams. A figure which would leave him swatting away the boys. The powders were enough for a week long preview of the diet, one for each meal. It came with a coupon to subscribe to the diet regimen with all accompanying gadgets for a year and get 25 percent off, which pretty much meant three months worth of free food. The diet claimed to be fully customisable to his tastes and changeable from week to week using his CC’s account. It would be changeable in taste, color, consistency but that would be it. The juicy customizations could only be made by the sissy’s dominant who Jaclyn had registered as Susan, giving her full access to monitor Mark’s CCmedia account and tick some boxes regarding his subscription on what goodies and coupons she would like for him. If he subscribed to the diet she would also be able to change those parameters according to her wishes with the exception of the ones Mark could change. It would feel like he was in control, but he would only control the superficial parts. For now the only additional product to the nutritious mix which should be enough to sustain Mark, was an aphrodisiac which should kick up his arousal quite a bit, something which Susan to blame on how he loved being a sissy.

Looking over all the things he had just gotten Mark couldn’t help but feel mortified, what the hell was he even supposed to do with all this stuff? With all notes specifically calling him by his sissy name Mark was quite happy that he hadn’t just scratched off the label and thrown away the box, cause anyone seeing all these goodies, magazine’s and coupons, he couldn’t help but shudder the kind of conclusions they would draw about him. That he was one great big sissy for one, but he guessed that wasn’t so bad as it was the truth even if he remained deeply embarrassed about the truth. The magazines on the other hand, especially the more erotic one would devastate him though if anyone saw them and assumed that was the kind of thing he jerked off to.

Not that he could even jerk off with that cage locked on his cock, but luckily no one but Susan, Jaclyn and Sydney knew about that. He for one was extremely aware of it though as it gave him plenty of trouble. And the more the longer he had it on it seemed. It had been nearly 24 hours by now, he had never gone this long without an orgasm since he had first discovered masturbation. The need and the near constant discomfort of the slightly too small cage was very frustrating. The thought of asking Susan to unlock it so he could play with himself was mortifying in its own right though. It was pretty much admitting that being a sissy was turning him on, and giving away exactly when he would be jerking off, which was way too taboo to him to be proud about. Going to Jaclyn, while she was more of a stranger to him despite all he had confessed to her apparently wouldn’t be any better either. In fact it would be worse. Just the thought of going back to that store asking for this, and probably having to take care of business right there was so much worse still.

He should have never let them lock him into this cage, at least not yet until he got a little more comfortable with his sissy self. Then again the whole reason it had happened was because he apparently couldn’t control himself and resorted to jerking off like a guy whenever he felt the need only to feel terrible about it. Given how he felt frustrated after just about 24 hours pretty much confirmed that that was a good assessment and that this was probably for the best, especially considering how he might have had another accident if it wasn’t for this cage. Jaclyn and Susan really did seem to know what he needed better than he himself did and in the end he guessed he could only be grateful for their patience, time and effort helping him get in touch with who he had always wanted to be.

It didn’t take before Mark was shocked out of that train of thoughts by a loud knock at his door. His stomach instantly turned to knots as he looked at all the goodies strewn around his bed and thought about one of his neighbors in the hall seeing them. He had no idea who was at the door, but he couldn’t help but assume the worst as he froze, staying very still hoping that whomever was at the door would just assume he wasn’t there and be gone. For a minute it seemed to work until another knock came. “Marqueisha, I know you’re in there, It’s me Susan, I’m here with your scrapbook and another small surprise.” Susan screamed from the other side.

While it was a huge relief that it was only Susan, Mark still just wanted to be alone to recover from the stress and shame of his day. Plus he didn’t want Susan to see his goodies either as he knew she would insist he keep them while he was still in half a mind to figure out a way of disposing of them instead. It was probably for the best that he didn’t as he was a sissy after all, but still. The thought to keep on acting like he wasn’t here or ask Susan to come back another time were also playing through his head, but he couldn’t do that to her, not after all her help. Plus he really didn’t want her to knock or shout again, afraid one of his neighbors might hear. So in a last ditch effort to hide his goodies he swept them all into the box and shoved it underneath his bed before rushing over to the door.

Chapter 12

When the Mark opened his door Susan was very pleased to see him still dressed and wearing that lipstick. He looked mortified and skittish, looking around to see if anyone had noticed her knocking on his door, especially seeing what she carried. Despite acting like the opposite was true and showing compassion and support, Susan secretly loved Mark’s complete shame. She could barely stifle a giggle when he nearly pulled her inside only to slam the door shut behind her, obviously wanting her, or himself, or most likely the both of them to be out of sight as soon as possible. “Someone’s eager to see me and get their surprise.” Susan said, unable to keep herself from getting out that taunt. Of course it was masked enough to prevent Mark from seeing that she was laughing with him, but that didn’t make it any less sweet to her.

Mark couldn’t help but feel his cheeks flush red over Susan’s remark. He wasn’t eager to see her, not really, wanting nothing more than some alone time to process things, but Susan was a huge help and he couldn’t tell her that. Instead he meekly said. “Yeah, it’s always good to see you. Thank you for going through the trouble of bringing that scrapbook.” He said not at all liking the sight of the large pink leatherbound book in Susan’s arms. Like it or not, he remained convinced that it was for the best and that it was just his shame speaking as he didn’t care to make notice of it towards Susan, not wanting her to feel unappreciated by the effort. Embracing this really was for the best he told himself.

“You’re most welcome Marqueisha, I’m just so very happy that I’m able to help you. So how was your first day being fully out? I imagine it had to have been quite scary, but I bet it also felt exciting am I right? I couldn’t help but notice you were wearing lipstick either, the same shade as the friend of yours am I right? Did you apply it yourself, or did she help? You’re so lucky to have such great friends, like I said, people at college are a lot more open minded than in our small town and I’ve noticed you’re even garnered some attention with the guys you little heartbreaker.” Susan chuckled as she put the scrapbook down on his desk among some other things she had brought. While she was relishing in pressuring all the sore points of his day, she did her best to do so in a way that just sounded excited for him and supportive. It did get the desired effect of deeply embarrassing Mark though, it was such a turn on.

Sheepishly Mark admitted that Avalon had applied his lipstick because he did not know how, simply agreeing with Susan’s other statements and claiming he was nowhere near ready to even think about guys yet. Truth be told he wasn’t sure about guys at all despite Susan’s claims, but then he hadn’t believed her about him being a sissy at first either and that was definitely true cause despite everything the sensations of his new outfit had been rather thrilling throughout the day. “Oh poor Marqueisha, Applying lipstick isn’t that hard at all. I’ll show you in a bit, but first lets give you your surprise.” She exclaimed enthusiastically only to grab an item from the pile she had brought along to show it to him.

What he saw stunned him, turning his cheeks even redder than before. She was holding a bright pink picture frame, with in it a picture of him at CC’s, in his so called favorite outfit, a string of cum clearly connecting his hard cock and the underside of his petticoats, a picture of yesterday’s most embarrassing moment. “I thought it would be nice to have this one printed out. I know you were embarrassed about it happening in front of us, but I think it’s cute. A nice reminder that you are definitely doing the right thing here, and how excited you are to be a sissy for if your doubts and shame would ever threaten to get the better of you. Let’s give it a nice spot on your nightstand so you can always remember.” Susan explained, her tone sweet, but her intentions were anything but sweet.

Mark remained quiet, too shocked to speak as he watched Susan put that pink frame with the all too embarrassing picture on big display in this dorm room, giving the otherwise neutral room a definite feminine touch, while confronting him about just how big a sissy he was every time he would see the picture. He didn’t blame Susan, fully believing that she meant well, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing. Then again, maybe this was indeed a good reminder like she claimed to intend with it. It was definite proof that he was doing the right thing. Susan for her part had no issues with filling the silence, very pleased that Mark didn’t object. It remained to be seen if he would keep that picture and frame up, but she guessed daily visits and remarks on it would make sure of that in time. “In any case that’s not all I’ve brought Marqueisha, as I’m sure you’ve noticed I’ve brought your scrapbook along, this is going to be amazing to document your journey. I’ve brought one other thing along for you to help though. I wouldn’t want you to soil your scrapbook to the point where you regret it in the future, so I brought along a little blast from the past. I’ve considered for some time if it wouldn’t weigh too much in my luggage, but I’m so glad I decided to bring it anyways.” Susan enthusiastically exclaimed.

With that she handed Mark a notebook with the logo and design of their old West highschool. Confused Mark flipped it open only to blush hard once more. On the first page in the very center written in a very elegant cursive script written with pink glitter ink and hearts for dots, there was a small text. “My Secret Sissy Diary by Sissy Marqueisha.” Next to it there was a lipstick mark, in a color he remembered his mom often wearing. “You gave this to me once when you thought your mother was getting suspicious despite your attempts to hide it as a mere school notebook. I’ve kept it safe for you all this time, and knowing you I simply know you would regret soiling the pages of your scrapbook with anything worse than that sissy script you practiced so hard for. I’ve brought along some sheets for you to practice so you can get the hang of it, and of course a real sissy diary matching your scrapbook now that you no longer have to hide your true self. I suggest you practice a little on those loose sheets before soiling either with less than pretty handwriting, but if you practice and do so as well in class in your own notes I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it again. Especially now that you can use it for every time, rather than the mere occasional note in your secret diary when no one was home. You used to spend hours to carefully form those words, not quite used to writing like that, but once it becomes a habit I’m certain you’ll be writing pages upon pages in mere minutes.” Susan eagerly explained.

It had been a genius idea from Jaclyn, and a perfect elaborate ruse to really solidifying his sissy self image. It was a good thing she still had an empty notebook from her old highschool which she had decided to take along to use rather than just leave empty for all eternity. She couldn’t have dreamt of a better use for this notebook though. It was a perfectly believable ruse for a secret diary and she knew enough about makeup to kind of guess what color Mark’s mom always wore to make it seem he had been in the habit of trying on her makeup before his accident. As for the writing, it was all curtesy of Sydney who had been forced into the habit of writing like that for a longtime. With some help from Susan as far as contents were concerned, Sydney had crafted perfectly written entries into the diary to make it seem like Mark had really been harboring some intense sissy fantasies for ages, and with personal anecdotes which could be checked. Like his so called writing regarding prom, how he had admired all the gorgeous dresses, one in particular, a pink extravagant gown on one of Susan’s friends, something he could easily see in their old yearbook.

Susan had also turned it in a perfect opportunity to dig her claws in even deeper, removing the only factor which could break her control over Mark, Mike who was supposed to watch over him. Luckily Mike was too much of a party animal to diligently do so. Plus he had mainly cared about Mark for the parties, which now that he had joined a frat there were plenty of. She didn’t think he would become a problem, but Mark’s so called diary would ensure it. She had had Sydney write at length about attending the games and crushing on Mike who looked so handsome in his football uniform, how he wished he could be his girlfriend and how much he envied the cheerleaders, their flexibility and uniforms because they seemed to have his full attention. The entries went on at length about how it was sad that Mike was straight, and wondering if he might ever get pretty enough for him. Mark had never missed a game, but only to perv on the cheerleaders and party with his buddies afterwards. If he cared to look back in his phone’s photos, he would find out as much, but with no memory of them, these entries would fill in the blanks in a way that would make him feel so embarrassed towards Mike that he would avoid him at all costs if the clothes weren’t enough to do so yet. Besides Mike didn’t know his so called secret and no matter what memories he might rake up, Mark would be thinking about how wildly different his intentions had been now that he had a look in his old deepest thoughts.

As an added bonus she had entered a couple of fantasies about a glory hole in a certain bar in their old town. One Mark had sometimes called Susan out on, telling her if she didn’t want to be seen with him they could always meet up in the last stall in the bathroom at “Old Joe’s” with a wall between them no one would have to know. Instead she had had Sydney write at length about how he had dreamed of kneeling at the receiving end of that glory hole, to finally indulge in his lust for cock with no one being any wiser, but how he had never had the courage. How he dreamed of the day he would finally find that courage. Some entries were also about his mother and half sister, how he had secretly tried on their makeup, and describing some of his favorite outfits from them, by far the most feminine ones Susan could ever remember them wearing including his half sister’s cheer uniform, but how none compare to the absolutely amazing outfits he had secretly bought from CC’s with plenty of entries about putting those on and having similar accidents like he had had at CC’s the day before, and of course some about how he would long to be in chastity so he couldn’t touch his embarrassing clitty anymore and how he would be forced to learn how to masturbate as a girl. They had gone in depth about how he had often considered Susan to hold his key, but that he hadn’t even dared asked her, only confiding in the relatively anonymous CC store owner half a continent away.

The entries were very graphic, very detailed and plenty, having filled up about two thirds of the note book over so called several days. All with personal and if Mark sought far enough, somewhat verifiable dates and places he had been. It was extensive and personal enough that she guessed Mark would never guess it was a forged document making it all the more potent, way more so than that picture she had brought for his nightstand, but the more she could sissify his personal space the better for her, and an embarrassing pink framed picture was perfect. “I believe you included a sissy alphabet from which to practice on one of the last Pages Marqueisha, and I highly advise that you use it to practice some before you write even the header on the cover. I do believe you can plant a nice big kiss on it already though, won’t it be special to have it marked with that lipstick your girl friend so helpfully aided you with?” Susan asked as she held out the pink leather bound diary, pointing out a corner of the white rectangle paper label which could be used to write a name and a title on the cover of the book. She briefly considered suggesting that he read his diary in the hope of recovering some memories, but in the end she decided against it. With how in search of his memory he was she was certain he would do so all on his own making it seem like even more truthful than if she were to slightly push him.

Mark was mortified, yet put so on the spot with Susan almost pushing the book into his face, he just couldn’t object. Just complying was so much easier than making a fuss about it, so leaning forward he just planted a hard kiss on the bottom corner of the label only to repeat the process when Susan held up the other book for him to kiss. It was just a minor detail really looking at those books, but the fact that he had customised them made them feel so much more like his. “Great, they look so much nicer already. While you were kissing these I couldn’t help but notice what looks like the corner of a pink box or something like that. Did your CC’s subscription come in? Let’s have a look shall we?” Susan enthusiastically noted as she put the two pink books up against the wall his desk was standing in front of, proudly displaying them as she put his old secret diary, some practice sheets and a pink pen on his desk for him to practice with later. Mark had barely processed this horrid writing, not even having gotten a chance to get over the shock of the revelation when he was pushed in a whole new shock. He really didn’t want Susan to see his subscription box, but she was already pulling it out from under his bed before he could even make up an excuse in the hopes of concealing it or diverting her attention elsewhere.

Unlike Mark who had been mortified Susan was nothing but enthusiastic about all the goodies he had gotten through this subscription. “Oh my; full satin sheets, that’s one hell of a deal, those are expensive especially when customized and you could definitely use some more nighties so it’s a win win! Let me put this mask aside so you can wear it to bed tonight. Just think about those sheets Marqueisha, you’re going to absolutely love that soft caress of satin, I’m sure of it. It’s a bit busy with classes and all, but this weekend we’ll just have to go back to make the most of this.” Susan gushed as she put the sleeping mask on his nightstand making it yet another pink accent out in the open. She could imagine him wanting to hide it, but she would just casually put it back every time she came over. The idea of his whole bed wrapped in colourful satin was just great, It would instantly feminise his whole room more than the few outward details she had been able to add by now.

She showed similar enthusiasm to his arm and leg warmers, claiming what a great deal it was and how he had always wanted to get more in shape but just didn’t like guy’s sports which was the only reason he hadn’t practiced any. When she arrived at the scented pouches and the air freshener she insisted on putting them to good use right away. Before Mark could object she had the thing plugged in and almost instantly a big cloud of a very heady pansy perfume sprayed into the room, a cycle which would be repeated every so often to keep his room smelling strongly of pansies, then again even if the plug was pulled out it would take quite a few days for the scent to leave his room. Breaking open his closet she immediately went to work placing a pouch in every drawer of his closet, then another one on each shelf and the final four in the big space with the hangers which currently held his so-called favorite dress. As she did she couldn’t help but notice the still bagged up nightie in the closet which she promptly took out. “Marqueisha, why didn’t you take this out? Last night would have been a perfect opportunity to really treat yourself and wear a nightie I’m sure you’ll love without having to worry about your mother barging in like what used to hold you back. No one will be coming in here unless you let them, you don’t have to be afraid or embarrassed, especially not when it’s just you. I bet it’s all just a little bit too overwhelming right, I bet that is why you’re so quiet. Come here. It’s okay. You have some amazing friends and a place of your own now, there is no more need to be scared or to hide.” Susan spoke softly as she took a moment to just pull him into a tight hug, tempering her enthusiasm to show how much she cared. She could feel he hadn’t put on a bra, but that was about to be expected.

It took a while for Mark to relax in Susan’s arms, but eventually he did. This was a great relief from the whirlwind of enthusiasm she had been when entering his dorm room, the exact thing he had really wanted to avoid after the day he had had. He knew Susan meant well though and he couldn’t be mad at her, but she was hitting the nail on the head when she had called it overwhelming. Of course she had also been right to tell him he didn’t need to hide in here of all places. Classes were scary, but in his dorm room there really was no shame, or there shouldn’t be, here he should just enjoy being his true self without anyone judging him, but even that was easier said than done. He did really want to try though as he eventually spoke. “Thank you Susan for the hug, it’s exactly what I needed, and you’re right, it’s all too overwhelming. I just unpacked the necessities and went to bed as soon as possible yesterday. I guess the offers in the subscription are great, but well I just couldn’t deal with them after my first day, you know really out.” He finally admitted.

Qqq “That’s alright Marqueisha, I’m sorry if I came on a bit too harsh, I’m just so happy for you knowing how much you’ve dreamt of this, but I understand it must be overwhelming especially if you have no recollection of all your sneaking around and trying to indulge your sissy self in secret. I can’t even imagine how hard losing your memory must be and sometimes I can forget myself a little in that regard, but seeing you enjoy being a swishy sissy so much, despite everything, well it warms my heart. As for those, they are nothing to worry about just yet, like I said, we’ll go back on Saturday and that’s still a while off, in the meantime you can just try to feel more comfortable, especially here at home. You know what, why don’t we do this together? I’m kind of curious to see you in that nightie and I’m sure you’re going to love how it feels. I doubt you’re going to head out today anyways so you might as well indulge a little, besides you’ll need to wash your lingerie so it’ll be good to wear something else in the meantime. Lets share this burden shall we?” Susan spoke softly as she went to sit down on the bed with Mark after carrying the bag over. She had been pushing a little hard, but as he nodded kind of shyly she knew full well that she still had him all wrapped around her little finger. He really trusted her and that was key. Besides she really liked hugging this shy sissy version of Mark, it was thrilling to run her hand up and down his satin bloused back, feeling what lingerie he was or wasn’t wearing. And this version of Mark would never try to take advantage of a hug like the old version would.

Feeling a little better and more understood Mark forced a smile on his face, really grateful to have a friend like Susan who cared so much about him. That didn’t stop his face from flushing beet red when Susan fished out his nightie. It was as bad as his so-called favorite outfit. The nightie itself was baby doll styled, made out of thin soft pink chiffon making it completely see through. It looked like it would just about reach down to knee length, but wouldn’t cover much. Although he guessed it would cover all the most private bits. The shoulders were made out of thin bright red straps and the bottom trim of the nightie was decorated with red lace. Furthermore red lace heart shapes covered the nipples, the centre front and the centre back of the dress. He could wear it naked and have all most sensitive parts covered, but only barely so.

The nightie came with a pair of soft pink satin rumba panties made out of satin with the outside decorated with layer upon layer of soft pink Chiffon, from the waistband to the bottom, made so close together that the satin base of the panties couldn’t even be seen. In the center back, a big heart shaped hole trimmed with bright red chiffon would expose his entire butt, with a smaller one up front for his cage to fit through. A Pair of sheer soft pink hold up nylons with a bright red back seam and bright red lace tops along with a pair of three inch tall stiletto heeled slippers in soft pink plastic with a bright red feather tuft decorating the open toe, finished the set. It was way frillier than any of the daytime clothes he had bought, but then again he guessed he didn’t need something that could somewhat pass as relatively regular since this was only to be worn in the privacy of his dorm.

“So Marqueisha, would you like my help getting changed, or do I need to turn around for a moment?” Susan asked once all tags had been cut off, never really leaving the option to simply refuse this outfit. Mark was mortified, but this probably was for the best so he just asked Susan to turn around instead, saving himself at least a little bit of dignity, not that it mattered much after what Susan had seen at CC’s, the evidence of which was standing on his nightstand, but it was the thought which counted. Once she had her back to him, he actually got in a hurry, not wanting to be caught in the middle of getting changed, and with nothing at all to do, he could imagine Susan would get bored rather quickly and get it in her head to check on him.

Although he had worn it all day, Mark still couldn’t help but blush as he revealed his full lingerie. Without the pants and blouse to cover it up, it couldn’t pass for guys underwear at all. Hell, even the to his favorite outfit compared plain underwear was probably sexier than that of any girl he had met today. After all he imagined those who wore nylons opted for pantyhose rather than these stockings and garters he wore. At least the confrontation didn’t last long as he quickly stripped out of that underwear as well, although the things he put on instead were worse, way worse.

Sliding into those rumba panties he couldn’t help but blush at the sight of the pink cloud of chiffon ruffles between his legs, his bright hot pink cage poking through and standing out like a sore thumb. At least the underwear he had worn today really served as underwear, while this was probably more like decoration given how it didn’t cover anything of importance, making him feel incredibly exposed even in those panties. The flimsy nightie he slid on over top only barely helped in that regard. If he stood up straight the lace hearts on the fabric did indeed conceal everything that was too lewd, but the slightest movement made the light garment move as well, granting peeks at whomever might be watching. It was all the cover he was going to get though as the stockings didn’t serve any purpose other than making his smooth legs look prettier. These hold ups were way easier to slide into than the ones needing garters though, and they would be way more comfortable for night time wear as well. Above all though the sheer delicate nylon felt way more intense than the opaque stockings he had worn all day, just like the gentle airy caress of the chiffon nighty felt more tantalizing than that of the form fitting satin blouse. Mark couldn’t help but groan a little as the feelings instantly caused some discomfort in his cage, discomfort which brought him nothing but shame as he realized he was definitely liking this way frillier outfit more than he did his casual daytime wear. He really had to be some huge sissy to prefer this over the already elaborate lingerie he had worn all day. He couldn’t change back now though, and stripping down to just his cage wasn’t really an option either as he meekly spoke. “Uhm Susan, I’m dressed.”

“Oh my goodness, Marqueisha, that looks so amazing on you, don’t you feel so much better now that you are wearing something really pretty again rather than something way more modest? I can imagine with that embarrassment you’re dealing with that the modest clothes are more comfortable in public, but I can also bet that you feel much better now that you are wearing something you really love rather than a compromise for appearances sake.” Susan gushed as she gave him another tight hug, grinning as she saw Mark meekly blush and nod. She had heard that grunt and she knew how these finer breezier fabrics felt more intense, especially since he was probably rather sexually frustrated by now. All she needed now was for him to think that them feeling better meant he just yearned to be a very frilly over the top sissy and given that nod she would say she was doing a rather good job of that.

“In any case Marqueisha, do you remember how to properly care for your delicates? You don’t have that many outfits so I think it is best you wash them right after each wear or you’ll risk running out of things to wear to school and it would be a pity to wear something dirty. Also why aren’t you wearing those pretty slippers with your outfit? They would really finish the look. Is it because you’re still not quite used to them?” Susan asked as she watched Mark shake his head at her first question, only to nod at the second one in shame. He had really hoped to avoid those slippers as walking on his stocking clad feet inside would do just fine, and he had to admit he had no clue on how to care for these delicates, he assumed he would just pop them into a washer.

Ever helpful as she was when it came to pushing him a little deeper into sissyhood, Susan was right there with advice on both his problems. With her insistence Mark did slide his feet into those high heeled slippers, the three inches a little more manageable than the five from before. Kneeling down Susan pushed his legs together, then hands on made him straighten his back, before guiding his arms tightly against his torso up until the elbow after which she guided his underarms outward, his wrists automatically hanging limp as keeping them up would require a constant effort. Stepping back she couldn’t help but smile at her handy work, it looked like such a prim and proper sissy pose, even slight squirming had its charm. “There we go Marqueisha, that should be a start for a proper walk, in heels it is important you take way smaller steps than what you are used to, the smaller the better really and it is important you keep your feet on one line, one before the other, like you are walking a tightrope. To balance it out you need to sway your weight with your hips and if you feel a little uncomfortable you can use your arms like this, much like a tight rope walker uses his or even a stick for balance. Of course that would be quite unsightly, but using your lower arms alone should give some more balance while looking inconspicuous enough.” Susan explained, not bothering to mention how they actually made him look like a real over the top sissy. He didn’t need to know that what he was learning was nothing but a dainty mince, but she sure planned to keep correcting him under the guise of helping until he minced out of habit. It wasn’t like he had ever stared at more than the ass of a girl walking in heels so she doubted he knew how over the top it was. She also imagined he would continue to struggle enough with various heels to warrant him using his arms for balance as she had called it.

“Here why don’t you grab my arm for now for a little more support? Don’t lean on it though Marqueisha, try to walk on your own, but know it is there for you if you were to need it. If you wear these every evening the moment you get home, you’ll get the hang of it in no time at all. Won’t it be fun when you begin to be able to properly manage even the heels of your favorite outfit? Just look at how much you enjoyed wearing it. In any case let’s get to showing you how to do your laundry shall we? That way you won’t have to fear running out of outfits to wear.” Susan cheerfully explained as she gathered the clothes Mark had just taken off, wanting him to be able to focus on his mince rather than having his hands occupied. Holding out her arm, she let him take it and from there it was right off to the bathroom all while watching him closely.

Mark was both deeply embarrassed and scared to take a step in these high heeled slippers, but with Susan patiently holding out her arm he didn’t really want to make her wait so he did the best he could, trying to get his feet on one line like she had instructed him to do. The added balance of his arms sure was helpful, and so was Susan’s held out arm. While he tried to concentrate on nothing but the next step, he let Susan guide him off, trying to take her hints into account. “You’re doing great Marqueisha. Try taking slightly smaller steps. Don’t be afraid to put those hips of yours to good use. Don’t look down, keep your head up, you’re only pulling yourself out of balance,…” She said, trying to get him to do better and better with each step while Mark could only hope they were almost at the sink.

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