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jockbroski34 · 3 months

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How Things Used To Be

I wonder how long it took me to notice that there was something wrong with Nathan. We had been best friends for years, ever since the 5th grade, and we always hung out together both in and out of school. I was hoping things could’ve stayed like that this summer, but it seemed like fate had other plans. Between family vacations and college prep, it seemed like he didn’t have time for me anymore. And to make it worse, whenever he wasn’t doing that, he was hanging out with some other guys who I had never met, and he never even bothered to ask me if I wanted to come with. I know people grow and change, but I didn’t want to see it happen to my own best friend. On the bright side, we’re going to the same college, so I hope I can see him around.

And I did see him. It was the third week of courses, once I was starting to get acquainted with campus life. For once, I was actually being more social, trying to fill the gap that Nathan left. I used this opportunity to start talking to people in my classes and I found that we had some similar interests. I wish I could say the same for my roommate, but he mostly keeps to himself and we don’t have much in common.

Okay, back to Nathan. I was walking back to the dorms after my last class, texting one of my classmates about the homework. I was interrupted when I walked headfirst into another student. I should’ve been paying more attention to my surroundings. I looked up at the giant in front of me, probably 6’3”, before apologizing.

“James, is that you?” the giant asked. The voice sounded very familiar, yet at the same time, different. I took a closer look at him. “Long time no see, huh?” I was surprised when I realized who it was.

“Nate? Woah, what happened to you?” I couldn’t believe that this person in front of me was my best friend. This was not the same Nathan from three months ago during graduation. He was always a bit taller than me, but he had to have grown at least 3 inches. He used to wear glasses, but it seemed like he switched over to contacts.

In the warm August heat, he was wearing a tank top which revealed his newfound biceps for the whole world to see. The tank top clung closely to his chest and I could see his newly-formed six-pack through the fabric. He was wearing basketball shorts that were short enough that I could catch a glimpse of his thighs, which were just as big as his arms. I never knew Nathan went to the gym, and if he did, he never told me. But still, I couldn’t comprehend how he became so huge in just three months, which made me more curious about what he had been up to. A backwards hat fit tightly atop his head with Greek letters on them. Sigma Lambda Chi… Had Nathan really joined a frat? To be completely honest, he looked like he was cosplaying as a frat bro, a far cry from how I knew him.

“Like what you see, bro?” James chuckled, as he flexed one of his arms. He definitely never came across as a cocky showoff, but I was too distracted by his flexed bicep to notice. I caught myself staring for a second too long, before feeling my face turn red hot. Me and Nathan knew everything about each other, but there was one thing I never told him. I was gay. To tell you the truth, I had a crush on him, but I knew I could never tell him to preserve our friendship. But now he looks even better, and he hasn’t made time for me at all. Now he really felt out of my league.

“I’ve been working out a lot lately. I’m glad you noticed.” He still had his signature smile, but it looked out of place on his new body. His face especially looked a lot more angular and masculine. A visible tan glazed over his body like a fresh coat of paint.

“Daaamn! You look great, dude!” To be honest, I wasn’t sure how to feel talking to him again. On one hand, I was happy to see him again, and, admittedly, a little surprised to see him like this. On the other hand, he ditched me this whole summer to hang out with some other guys. It felt so bittersweet.

“If there weren’t other people around, I’d let you…I mean uh, how have you been bro? I know I’ve been busy a lot lately. Sorry about that, dude.” We told each other what we did over the summer, and wow, was his summer more interesting.

As we caught up, I learned more about what he has been up to. Apparently, he joined a frat and he was hanging out with the guys there more and more. He promised that he’d bring me to a party sometime, but I was hesitant because I’m not much of a party animal. That lifestyle just isn’t for me. He also said he was thinking about joining our school’s football team at the request of his roommate, which I found even more surprising because Nathan never played sports in high school. I did track, but I was never that big into sports myself. Our conversation was interrupted as another guy entered the scene.

“Yo, Nate! Finally found you. You seriously need to get better at texting me back, dude. And who’s this dude?” The guy was wearing the same hat as Nate, so I figured he was one of his frat bros.

“My bad, bro. Brett, this is James. We go way back. James, this is Brett. He’s my roommate. We met over the summer and we’ve been hanging out since.”

“Alright, cool, bro,” Brett responded, clearly impatient and indifferent towards me. He dismissed me entirely, almost like I wasn’t worth his time. “You still going to the gym with me or what?”

“Sorry, bro. I just ran into him and we were catching up.” Nathan responded. “Hey, I gotta get going. We should get food sometime. Peace!” I watched as Nathan and Brett walked away in the opposite direction of me towards the gym. As they moved further away, I could hear Brett chastise him about something. This is the guy that Nathan ditched me for? I hope I’m wrong, but he seemed like kind of a dick. I know I was jealous of him for taking up my best friend’s time, but I didn’t trust him. As for me, I returned to the dorm to work on the assignment with my roommate.

The next time I saw Nate was that weekend, when I held up his promise to get something to eat. I tried to ask him about it earlier in the week, but he was doing stuff at the frat all that time. I was at least grateful that he took time out of his schedule for me for once. He mentioned that he normally doesn’t hang out with anyone who wasn’t in the frat, almost like they were some exclusive bro clique that I was excluded from. For once, it was good to hang out with him one-on-one without any of his frat bros getting in the way. I expected things to be like how they were before, but I couldn’t be any more wrong.

It’s not that I disliked the new Nathan, but I felt like we didn’t have much common ground anymore. It was like he was a completely different person. He didn’t seem to care that much about our old interests anymore. He didn’t have time for video games and he just wasn’t that interested in watching movies or photography anymore. All he seemed to care about was working out all day and partying all night. All he would talk about was some stupid stuff he or one of his bros did.

Plus, he told me he switched his major from mechanical engineering to be a personal trainer. It seemed like he just became a total gym bro overnight. The studious and witty Nathan that I loved kinda just seemed to be a stereotypical meathead now. The worst part was that I knew that this was the same Nathan deep down, and he still treated me the same even if he was a lot busier. I felt like maybe I was the problem since he was clearly still having a good time, and I wasn’t. Why do I feel this way?

I felt my mood change as we talked. Eventually, I figured it was time to cut off the conversation and return to the dorm, but Nathan definitely knew something was off. He texted me later that evening, asking me if everything was alright. To be honest, I wanted to make some lame excuse that I was feeling sick, but we’ve always been honest with each other, so I told him how I really felt.

Me: Nate, to be honest, I think I need some time away from you. I don’t hate you or anything, but it feels like we’ve been growing apart and I feel like you’ve become a different person. I feel like when I look at you, I don’t see the Nathan I’ve known for years, but someone else entirely.

I wanted to say more about how I felt about his new changes, but I didn’t want to escalate things.

Nathan: James, I’m sorry you feel that way about me. I felt like we had a good time today. I’ve grown and changed a lot recently, and I’ve realized a lot about myself, but I’m happy with who I am right now. I know I’m spending a lot of time at the gym or with Brett or my other bros, but I still care about you deeply, bro. You might be right though. Hanging out with you isn’t the same as hanging with the guys at the frat.

Me: Do you honestly see yourself as just a frat boy? You’re more than that. You’re my best friend. But now, you have more in common with the jocks from high school than the Nathan I knew. It’s hard talking to you now since all you care about anymore are your gains and partying. You’re nothing more than a meathead now.

Nathan: So that’s how you see me, bro? The reason I had been avoiding you is because I knew that you wouldn’t like seeing me like this. I guess I was right, bro. But trust me, I’m happy like this. I’m a lot more social than when I was when I was with you, and I’ve even become more in shape too. I care about our friendship more than you can possibly imagine, but I guess this is for the best. To be honest, I think it would be a lot of fun if you were here in the frat with me, but I know you wouldn’t say yes.

I didn’t bother responding. I could never picture myself joining a frat. I would never get along with his frat bro friends, especially Brett, who seemed to be the one he was closest with. I still couldn’t believe Nate would choose him over me. I wasn’t sure whether to feel angry, or sad, or disappointed towards him. I felt like he was wasting his life partying when he should be studying. To think this was the person I cared about more than anyone. It was at this point that I figured I probably wouldn’t have my old friend back. Or so I thought.

A couple weeks passed and I tried to move on from Nathan. I always saw him on his story drinking and partying late into the night at the frat house or posting selfies at the gym. He looked like he was fully embracing his new frat boy persona now. If he didn’t still care about me, it would’ve felt like he was doing it out of spite. As for me, I started to hang out with my classmates more and more, and there was even a guy I went on a date with. It was a nice date and I did like the guy, but for some reason, the thought of Nathan lingered in my mind. Even though I hated what he had become, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about him. I couldn’t deny how much he turned me on. Why was I still thirsting after a stupid fucking frat bro? One afternoon, after I returned to my dorm, I received a text on my phone. To my surprise, it was Nathan.

“Hey bro, can we talk? There are some things I need to get off my chest.”

I didn’t know what he could possibly want with me now. I suppose I can hear him out just so I can see what he wants. I went over to his room further down the hall, and thankfully Brett was not here to ruin the moment. Nate said that he was doing some preparations for some stuff at the frat. When I asked, he didn’t specify what though. It always feels like stuff at the frat is kept under wraps.

“Did you want a drink?”

“Sure.”

“Even if it’s beer?” A mischievous grin appeared on his face. Was he seriously offering me beer? I knew that alcohol wasn’t allowed in the dorms, but clearly that rule didn’t faze him. Obviously he knew how to get his hands on some drinks. To be honest, I had never drank alcohol before, but I figured this would be the easiest way to try it before I turned 21. Plus, it might alleviate the tension between us. Either that or make us fight like two drunkards in a bar.

“Sure, why not.” Nate went to get two bottles for us. I took my first sip and was disgusted by the bitter taste of the beer.

“You don’t like it? Neither did I at first,” Nate chuckled. “After a while, you get used to it.” Nate turned the TV on as we chatted. I apologized about what I said about him last time we talked, but he said it was no big deal. I felt like I was a little too harsh on him. It could just be the alcohol, but I found that I got along with him better than I did weeks ago. As we chatted, my body started to tingle. Was this how it felt like to be drunk?

“Hey, Nate. I feel kinda weird, but not like drunk weird. Is this normal, bro?” I asked. By this point, we both had two drinks each. I didn’t mind the taste of the beer the second time.

“Nah, you’re fine bro.” Nate responded, with a smile on his face. Compared to me, he appeared to be much more sober. “It happens sometimes, especially when you’re not used to it.” I figured he knew best, since he was the one drinking and partying all the time, so I ignored this foreign feeling rushing through my body. I felt as if my body was overheating as I felt my arms and legs throb and pulsate. Sweat was leaking off my armpits and down my forehead. There was part of me that knew that something was off, but it was drowned out by the alcohol. As I took another sip, I felt my arm spasm as I accidentally spilled some beer onto my shirt. Shit, I wasn’t expecting to do laundry later.

“Damn bro, you made a mess. You alright? Do you wanna change your shirt?” Nate asked. I nodded and he quickly went to his room to pick out something for me. It wasn’t the first time I had to wear his clothes. “Sorry about that, bro. First thing I found. Hope it fits you.” It was a stringer tank with Sigma Lambda Chi on it. I bet Nate looked like a walking symbol of the frat wearing that stuff. For some reason, the idea was kinda amusing to me because it seemed so over the top. I wondered how I would look dressed up like that. I’d probably look really stupid.

I stripped out of my wet shirt and changed right in front of him. I caught a whiff from my armpits, and I thought I smelled like a sweaty gym bro. The tank appeared to be a size up and it hung loosely on me. Still, it was better than nothing I guess. Despite that, it had a nice familiar smell to it though. It smelled like Nathan, but at the same time, it had a different flavor to it. He smelled a lot more manly than I remembered. I bet he wore it to the gym often.

Eventually, after my third drink, I went to go to the bathroom. My body was starting to ache, like I had just done a workout with Nate earlier. Workout…Was that what happened earlier? …I think so? Did we work out after class and come back to his place for some brewskis? For some reason, the events of today felt incredibly fuzzy to me. I was starting to forget the reason I was here in the first place.

I clumsily stumbled over my feet which looked bigger than usual. After I took a piss, I looked at myself in the mirror. Something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I didn’t always look that big, right? From a first glance, it looked like I was looking through one of those distorted mirrors they have at amusement parks. I had to have been really drunk at this point. I chuckled at the figure in front of me. At this point, I almost looked like one of those frat bros! I decided to flex my arms like they would, oblivious to the fact that they already grew just a little bit, before joining Nate on the couch.

“There you are, big man!” he said as he squeezed my muscles. I have been working out recently, I think. “I thought you passed out in there. Most guys don’t last that long for their first time, but you look good enough for another brewski.”

After downing our fourth drinks, the conversation took a different turn.

“Yo, James. I knew you said you weren’t too big on the idea of joining our frat last time we chatted, but how do you feel now, having thought things over?”

I remembered our last conversation. Honestly, I was so drunk that I didn’t remember why I turned him down in the first place. The idea that seemed unappealing to me at the time seemed like it was perfect for me at this moment. I didn’t even understand why I would be so reluctant to join. I needed to join more than anything else. I would do anything to join, even if I had to completely humiliate myself in front of my fellow bros. At this point, nothing was too extreme for me. The fact that Nate was in it was enough reason to join, so we could hang out more like we used to. Plus, I could get to hang out with all my other bros and drink and party whenever we want.

“I’ve given it some thought, and yeah bro, I’ll join,” my voice slurred as my mouth moved before my mind could. I had committed at this point. No backing out now. I’m a member of Sigma Lambda Chi for life.

“Sweet, bro!” He grabbed me on my far shoulder and pulled me close. “I’m glad you said yes, because I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes, bro.”

I closed my eyes as Nate went into his room to grab something. Did I actually agree to join his frat? I’m not sure what’s going on with me today. When he came back, I felt Nate press on my head as his “surprise” fit tight around it. “You can open them now.”

I realized I was wearing the same hat that Nate always wore, with his frat’s letters printed on it. “We’re gonna be matching now, bro. Isn’t that awesome? I know you’re gonna want to wear it whenever and wherever. But you’re wearing it wrong. Let me fix it for you, dude.” He turned the brim around so it faced my back. As my hat turned backwards, I felt my mind fog up and any tension or brain activity screech to a halt. I was unable to realize what I signed myself up for, unable to protest. My conscious mind was drowned out by the alcohol and this hat was like a lock, sealing it away. Not that I was against this, as a wave of pleasure surged through me. I felt my mind slow down, almost as if it was stuck in molasses, as my thoughts began to simplify. It felt good though...

I would follow the example of my fellow brothers. Look like them, think like them, act like them. Almost like a hivemind of bros, you know, bro? By this point, the changes were irreversible. Nate had turned me into another frat bro just like him.

“Everything worked out as planned, bro. You see, when you, my own best bro, told me you didn’t want to join the frat with me, I was actually really hurt. So I talked to Brett, and had him “work his magic”, to help me do to you what he did to me. I don’t like to lie to you, but it’s a frat secret, so now you get to know bro. Like I said, it’s a secret, so don’t talk about this with anyone.”

“Don’t worry about it bro. It’s all…uh…

Fuck dude, what’s the word…water under the bridge? Huhuhu…” I really had to think about that one. I found it harder to articulate and use complex words, as I mainly just spoke in bro-speak. To be honest, I wasn’t really that upset that he lied to me. He did what he had to as a member of the frat. I never stayed mad at one of my bros for very long.

“Now we get to be brothers for life,” he said as he gave me a big bro hug. We clung to each other like two giant masses of muscle. My huge biceps wrapped around his firm back as his did for me. Afterwards, he handed me my fifth drink and we cheered to me joining Sigma Lambda Chi. He laid down all of the rules, what everything was like, telling me about the coolest guys there, and so on. He said he’d bring me to the frat house and introduce me to everyone tomorrow. “They’re gonna love you for sure, bro. I’ve got an eye for cool bros like you.”

As it got later, and we moved on to drink numero 6, I felt myself get very tired as we both passed out on his couch. I woke up a couple hours later, and I looked out the window to see a pitch black sky. Shit, it was almost 10 PM and I had to turn in my assignment at midnight. But for some reason, I didn’t really care right now. I didn’t mind turning in assignments late as long as the teacher still gave me credit. I felt no different from the way I was a couple hours ago, just another Sigma Lambda Chi frat bro, but I liked it. It felt right to me. It was where I, no, where we belonged.

I looked down. Nate’s tank hung tightly to me now. It took me a second to notice my arms…Holy shit, they were fucking huge! I looked awesome, bro. As I admired my new body, Nate was still asleep, his hand on my meaty thigh. Just above that, my dick throbbed through my pants. Fuck, I was so horny for some reason. Eventually, Nate slowly regained consciousness.

“I usually don’t drink this much on a school day,” Nate said, still a little hungover as he rubbed his eyes. We sat in silence for about a minute before he spoke again. “By the way, there was another reason I invited you over. There’s something that’s been on my chest for a while.”

“Go ahead, bro. I can take it,” I responded confidently. My voice sounded deeper and more bro-like than usual, just like him.

“Here goes, dude. I think I like you, bro. Not like you, but I think I like like you. I know it’s hella gay, but I couldn’t stand to see you be so cold to me. That’s why I had to make you a bro like me. I’m sure you’ll love it here, bro. And hey, if you’re not gay, that’s cool. We can forget this shit ever happened and go back to being bros for life.”

At first, I honestly thought I was still dreaming. First, he turned me into a frat boy, and now, he was confessing his feelings to me? How crazier could this night get? For all my life, I thought he was straight. I remembered being glad when he broke up with his girlfriend two years back. I couldn’t stand her. When he joined Sigma Lambda Chi, I assumed he was 100% straight and that he was banging some sorority chicks every night. To think he felt the same way I did all this time.

“Bro, I like you too. When you stopped talking to me, I started to get kinda jealous. I didn’t want to accept you for who you are. But being your bro just isn’t enough for me, bro.” I leaned in for a kiss, my inhibitions still nowhere to be found. It was my first kiss and it was with the person I cherished most. I felt like I was in heaven. I didn’t really care that I was a dumb frat bro like him anymore. I never did. That shit was stupid anyways. But now, Nate fixed our friendship and made us closer than ever. I loved the taste of his lips against mine and I didn’t want it to end but eventually Nate parted our lips.

“Wanna fuck me, bro?” he whispered in my ear. A flirtatious smirk was plastered on his face, and one of his hands was still wrapped around my neck. This was real. I nodded as he took me to his bed. I had never done this before, but I’ve seen plenty of porn, so I knew what to expect. He laid down on his back and stripped naked. I never felt this aroused before. My dick even looked bigger than it used to be. I was so pent up that I felt like I was holding this load in for months. I guess frat bros really are as horny as they say. I lubed up my larger cock before sticking it into Nate’s hole.

My serpent stretched out his tight hole as he had clearly not seen much action down there until now. I pounded his ass as my dick went in and out of him. In and out, in and out, in and out…It was a steady rhythm, my dick was like a metronome. My hands clung to him as I held him in place, pinning him to his bed. My hands ran all over his shoulders, broad and muscular, built like a football player’s. We both felt absolutely euphoric as our deep, masculine moans filled the room. The moans were loud enough that the students on the other side of the wall could easily hear them, but I didn’t care about any noise complaints as I fucked him harder and harder. After half an hour of fucking, he both hit our orgasm at almost exactly the same time. I ejaculated inside his tight hole, my hot, sticky seed flooding his insides as Nate came all over his abs. At this point I was exhausted and still hungover and I basically fell on top of him on his bed. We were both panting and out of breath.

“I knew you were a good fucker, bro.” he whispered seductively as he kissed me. We stayed in that position for several minutes until we heard the door open.

“Yo, Nate! Did you do it? How did it go?” a voice asked, shouting loudly from the other room. I recognized the voice as Brett’s. He peeked into the room, witnessing the two of us cuddling together naked. To be honest, I thought he would’ve been grossed out. Guess I had the wrong idea about him.

“Better than expected, dude,” Nate responded. He didn’t seem to care that we were both naked in front of his roommate and that we just got back from our trip to Pound Town.

“He looks way better this way, don’t you agree, bro? But man, dude, now I know why you wanted him to be a pledge so bad. I was wondering why you wouldn’t fuck any of those sexy sorority babes. More for me, I guess.”

A week passed and by then, I joined the frat officially. Me and Nate started dating shortly after, but none of our bros minded. It didn’t matter if we were gay, we were still brothers. I also learned how Nate met Brett. He was taking a tour of the campus over the summer and he ran into Brett who was recruiting people for the frat. Brett took a liking to him and kinda took him under his wing like some sort of mentor and they started hanging out since he only lived a town away from us. Brett was our age, but he had more seniority and authority because his older brother Brad was very popular within the frat. Turns out Brett and some of the upperclassmen knew how to turn guys into the ideal bros for their frat. They wanted to bolster their numbers to make Sigma Lambda Chi the biggest and coolest frat in the state, with the biggest bros and the biggest parties, and naturally both me and Nate were chosen. Not that either of us minded. Nate joined the football team with Brett and some other guys in the frat, and the rest of us would go watch them play every game. Our section of the stadium was always the loudest and rowdiest, especially when one of our bros scored a touchdown.

Apparently I grew a ton during the night that I was with Nate, but I was too drunk to notice just how massive I had become. It must’ve been something in the beer, huhu. I started working out with Nate and Brett, and sometimes some other bros too. I even ended up changing my major. I chose business because my bros said that it was the easiest shit ever and I wasn’t feeling psychology anymore. I didn’t really feel like thinking much anymore and I found that focusing on education so much was a chore and that I was wasting my college experience. I’d rather be partying and drinking or hanging out with the bros at the frat house, watching sports, playing video games, or playing ball outside. I got to see why Nate grew to enjoy this lifestyle so much, and I was mad at myself for not seeing his point of view sooner.

Three years later, me and Nate are still dating and we’re set to graduate this semester. We’re thinking about getting a place in the city not too far from campus, probably with Brett and another friend of ours to save money on rent. We’ll probably still throw parties every weekend like we used to. College was such a memorable experience and I wish I could live it again. I only have Nate, Brett, and all my other bros to thank for making college awesome for me.

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waitimcomingtoo · 7 months

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chapter one: and I know you heard about me

pairing: peter parker x reader

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“Sign the attendance sheet, please.”

An attendance sheet on a piece of loose leaf paper was sent around the classroom to mark the start of a new school year. Peter signed his name and then passed the paper along to the girl next to him. He could see you looking for a pen out of the corner of his eye and wordlessly handed over his own.

“Oh, thanks Peter.” You smiled at him and took the pen from him.

“No problem. Wait, how’d you know my name?” Peter wondered as you signed your name in the sheet.

“Because it’s on the attendance sheet you just handed me.” You laughed awkwardly.

“Oh. Right.” Peter blushed and strained his eyes to try and see what name you had written on the sheet.

“Y/n.” You told him when you saw him looking.

“What?” He asked and looked back up at you.

“You were looking to see what my name was. Its Y/n.” You replied and held up the sheet to show him.

“Oh.” He smiled timidly. “Yeah, I was. That’s a nice name. I wish I had it.”

“Thanks?” You laughed at his strange joke as he squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment.

“Oh, and thanks for this too.” You said and went to hand him his pen back.

“That’s okay. You can keep it. I have millions. Actually, just 45.” Peter said and pulled a box of 45 blue Bic pens out of his backpack. You laughed at how serious he was, making him relax a little. He had just transferred to the college that year and was worried about being the only new kid in junior year, but you were making him feel comfortable already with the prospect of a new friend. And it didn’t hurt that you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

“44 now.” You smiled and held up the pen.

“Right. 44.” Peter blushed. A silence settled between you but class had not started yet. The attendance sheet was still going around and the professor was busy on the computer. Peter felt awkward and didn’t know if he should continue the conversation or leave you alone now that you’ve spoken to each other. You were wondering the same exact thing and raked your braid for something you could say to restart the conversation. You and Peter turned to face each other and spoke at the same time.

“So what’s your major?” You asked at the same time Peter said “Do you play?”

“Oh, sorry. You first.” Peter laughed in embarrassment.

“I asked what your major was. I haven’t seen you around before so I was curious.” You repeated now that you were the only one talking.

“Bioengineering. And you haven’t seen me because I just transferred here. What about you?”

“Undeclared still but my advisor said this class will fulfill my math and science gen Ed’s. That’s the only reason I’m here.”

“So you’re not taking organic chemistry for fun?” Peter tried his hand at a joke. Luckily, you laughed even though his delivery wasn’t his best work.

“I am not. I’m only here so I can graduate. What was your question?”

“Oh, right. I wanted to know if you play.” Peter asked and pointed to the soccer ball sticker on your closed laptop.

“Yeah. I’m here on a varsity scholarship. There was no way I was getting into this school otherwise. I’m not very smart.” You said with a nervous laugh.

“I’m here on a scholarship too.” Peter smiled at having something in common.

“Oh, cool. For a sport?”

“No. For being poor but smart.” Peter said seriously, but you laughed again as if it were a joke. Peter felt himself relax around you and settled into the conversation. You chatted for a little longer until your professor finally started class. When class ended, Peter hung back in his seat and waited to say goody bye to you once you finished packing up.

“Could I get your number? I like to have at least one person number in the class in case I miss a day.” You asked Peter and handed him your phone.

“My number? Oh. Yeah, sure.” Peter tried to sound calm as he took your phone in his hands. He put in his name and number and smiled to himself for finally giving his number to a girl.

“And cause I think you’re cute.” You added as Peter typed, making him freeze. He looked up at you in shock as he added his contact to your phone.

“What?”

“See you later, Peter.” You laughed and took your phone back before walking away. Peter stood there frozen for a while before heading back to his dorm. Ned was already inside, working on something on the computer.

“I’ve fallen in love.” Peter said as he shut the door behind him. Ned immediately closed his laptop and wagged his finger.

“No. Cut it out. None of that. Absolutely not.”

“You don’t even know with whom I’ve fallen in love with.” Peter pointed out as he plopped down on his dorm bed.

“Fine. With who?” Ned asked him.

“Her name is Y/n. She’s on the soccer team and in my organic chemistry class.” Peter said proudly.

“Wait, Y/n from the soccer team?” Ned asked. “Oh no, Peter. Thats never going to happen. I heard she’s really popular, but for the wrong reasons.”

“What reasons?” Peter asked. “And can people really be popular in college? Is that still a thing?”

“She’s a different kind of popular than what you’re thinking of. I heard she’s very popular with the guys at this school. And that’s all I’ll say.”

“Well can you say more? Because I don’t know what that means.”

“Oh my God. Do I really have to spell it out for you? I’m saying that I heard she’s kinda a slut. Like, big one.”

“A slut?” Peter laughed in surprise. “Do people really still use that word? I thought shaming women for their sexuality went out of style.”

“Nope. People still say it. Especially about her. I heard she sleeps with guys to get them to do her school work for her and then breaks their hearts. And I heard she even slept with the son of the President of the school to get in.”

“What? Come on.” Peter rolled his eyes. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. I don’t think she’s like that.”

“How would you know? You’ve only had one interaction with her.”

“And you’ve had 0 interactions with her.” Peter pointed out. “I’m hearing a lot of “I heard” and yet none of those things were told to you by her. So I don’t think it’s fair to judge her based on some crazy rumor before you even talk to her.”

“I’m just saying.” Ned shrugged. “She has a bad reputation. And that has to come from somewhere.”

“Well it doesn’t matter to me if she’s slept with a bunch of guys. If that’s even true. That doesn’t make her a bad person. She was nice and funny and I want to see her again. No matter how many guys she has allegedly slept with.” Peter replied with a slight roll of his eyes.

“Let me ask you this then; does she know how smart you are?” Ned questioned.

“Yeah. I told her I was here on a scholarship. Why?”

“Come on, Peter. Don’t you think it’s a little suspicious that the campus slut befriended you after finding out you were smart? She’s just gonna use you like she used all those other guys. I’m trying to look out for you, dude. I don’t want her breaking your heart, okay?”

“She’s not gonna do that.” Peter insisted. “And she’s not gonna try to sleep with me either. You’ll see. She just wants to be friends.”

Peter put his headphones on to end the conversation but Neds words didn’t leave his mind. He couldn’t help but wonder if there was any truth to those rumors. You did ask for Peters number after finding out he was smart, but that didn’t necessarily mean you were gonna use him, did it? One the one hand, Peter would he sad if it turned out that all you wanted from him was homework help. On the other hand, he felt slightly excited that a pretty girl wanted to use him. He knew his friendship with you probably wouldn’t end well, but he knew the middle would be fun.

The next day, Peter was walking across campus when he found himself having to pass through the club fair. He squeezed by a few tables and avoided any flyers when he suddenly spotted you. You were sitting alone at a table with a sign for the girls soccer team. You looked rather lonely and Peter noticed no one was going to your table. You suddenly made eye contact with each other and your face lit up.

“Hey, Peter!”

“Hey.” Peter greeted you as he walked up to your table.

“Can I interest you in signing your name next to one of our game dates? If you show up on that date, you get a free water bottle. Water not included.” You said and held up a clipboard.

“Oh, I’m very interested.” Peter joked and wrote his name down next to every upcoming game you had on the clipboard. You took the clipboard back and smiled when you saw how many he had signed up for.

“Are you sure? You’ll have to see me a lot if you come to all of these.”

“Sounds horrible. I’m in.” Peter replied, making your smile grow. He immediately pushed everything Ned had said about you out of his mind and let you speak for yourself.

“So where’s the rest of your team?” He wondered.

“Oh, I don’t know. They said they were coming but they haven’t showed up yet.” You said with a sad smile. Peter looked at the two empty chairs beside you and felt bad that your team mates hadn’t showed up. You noticed him staring and smiled in embarrassment.

“Hey, uh, what are you doing now?” You asked him.

“Nothing. I have a gap between classes so I was gonna go get some work done.”

“I have work too. You going to the library?”

“I might be.”

“I’ll join you.” You smiled and got up from the table. You took your clipboard with you and walked in stride beside Peter towards the library. You passed by a group of boys on the basketball team and Peter heard you let out a sigh. One of the boys, Brad Davis, whistled loudly at you as you passed by. You stepped closer to Peter and quickened your pace, but Brad just stepped in front of you.

“Well look who it is.” Brad grinned. “I haven’t seen you on campus yet this semester. But I figured you were, you know, busy.”

You kept walking and Peter stayed beside you as he gave Brad a strange look. Brad didn’t even acknowledge Peter and only kept his eyes on you.

“What? I don’t get a hello now? I thought we were friends.” Brad asked you as he slung an arm around you. You forcefully threw his arm off of you, sending him stumbling back a few steps.

“That’s fine.” He scoffed. “I see how it is. And I’d be careful around her, Peter. She’s a homie hopper.”

“I thought you played defense?” Peter asked you. Brad was so confused that he immediately stood still and stopped harassing you. You couldn’t help but smile at the way Peter unintentionally diffused the situation and linked your arm through his.

“I do. Let’s keep walking.” You whispered and quickly made it to the library.

“I hate that guy.” You mumbled once you sat down at a table together.

“You do? I mean, same, but why?” Peter wondered.

“Why don’t you tell me why you hate him first?” You laughed and leaned on your hand to look at Peter.

“It’s simple, really. Brad and I went to high school together so I’ve have a long time to build this resentment. But it stems from that fact that he’s rich and popular and into sports and I’m the other kind of boy you can be.”

“Ah, I see. The quiet, non-sports boy? Those are real? I thought they only existed in movies.” You teased him.

“Many would assume so, but we’re very real. And very jealous of big handsome jocks who drive cars that look like Hotwheels.” Peter replied, making you laugh again.

“Hey, let’s not pretend you don’t have some heat under those clothes. I felt your arm before. It’s harder than a steering wheel.”

“Thank you?” Peter blushed and scratched the back of his head.

“You’re welcome. And you’re plenty handsome so you don’t have any reason to be jealous of those boys. Especially not butt-wads like Brad Davis.”

“Oh. Well, thanks. You’re handsome too.” Peter said and then immediately regretted it. You gave him a look and he sighed.

“I meant-“

“It’s okay. I knew what you meant.” You chuckled.

“Oh, good. So what are you working on?” He asked to change the subject.

“Homework for our chemistry lecture. But I don’t understand any of it.” You sighed and flipped back and forth between your notes.

“Can I see your notes?” Peter asked and you slid your notebook over to him. Your notes were very unorganized and sentences often went unfinished. He assumed it was because of how fast the teacher spoke and you not having time to write it all down before the class moved on. Peter looked up at you and could tell you were embarrassed by them. He gave your notebook back to you and took his out of his backpack.

“Here. We can use mine instead.”

“Wow. You have girl handwriting.” You smiled in surprise and touched his perfectly organized page of notes.

“I appreciate that.” Peter said sincerely.

“How do you even know what to write down? I have no idea what’s going on in that class. I try to pay attention but the teacher goes way to fast so when she asks if we have any questions, I don’t even know what I’m confused about yet.“

“I was pretty good at chemistry back in high school. If you want, I could tutor you?” Peter offered.

“Really?” You lit up. “You’d do that?”

“Yeah. I’d be happy to.” Peter nodded. You smiled brightly, but then your smile faded as you realized something. You looked out the window at where Brad Davis was before looking at Peter again.

“Can I ask you a vague question and then not elaborate?” You asked him.

“Um, sure.”

“Have you heard anything about me?” You asked, and Peter immediately thought back to what Ned had told him.

“About you? No.” Peter lied.

“So you’re offering to tutor me out of the kindness of your heart? Not because of what you think will happen if you do?” You questioned skeptically.

“What’s gonna happen?” Peter laughed awkwardly. He knew exactly what you meant; you were asking if he only wanted to tutor you because he thought you would sleep with him. But Peter wasn’t about to tell his new friend that he heard she was known for that.

“Nothing.” You smiled in relief. “Do you want to get together tomorrow after lecture for our first session?”

“Sure. I’d love to.”

“Cool.” You smirked. “See you then.”

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Hello, I have a new sub (he’s new to all kink, including hypnosis) who is definitely experiencing hypnoamory.

I keep trying to explain to him that hypnoamory is not safe but I don’t fully understand the risks myself so it’s difficult to explain them to him.

I can’t find much online and you have amazing insights and I’m hoping you can help explain it to me, so I can explain it to him?

Thank you, in advance.

-A

Reader's follow up message for context:

"A here, I asked about the hypnoamory. It seems almost like he’s falling in love, and it’s been obscenely fast.

He keeps mentioning (undefined) feelings, and is expressing them strongly. Wanting to constantly be with me, even if it means breaking his own rules of not being on a Zoom call while his sister (his roommate) is around. (I nipped that in the bud and said I didn’t consent to that.)

When I suggest caution, and bring up, hypnoamory, it’s quite hard to explain to him why it’s risky when I don’t fully know myself.

(I’ll admit, some of these (undefined) feelings are reciprocated, and that also worries me, because how can I take care of him, if I’m also dealing with it.)”

Answer:

Hi anon!

Thank you so much for this question! I'm really excited to answer it. Not only do I (apparently) have lots of thoughts here, I'm really excited to hear about what others have to say on this topic. Hopefully we’ll create some good discussion about hypnosis and love and consent/safety- I know I’m really curious what people with different experiences have to say about this!

ON HYPNOSIS AND LOVE

For this response, I’m going to assume “hypnoamory” means love or attachment that is created primarily or largely through hypnosis play. I know someone on one of my Discords defined “hypnoamory” as a “speed run to intimacy”- another definition that can really be fitting. It makes sense to be concerned about a partner who seems to be feeling too much or moving too fast. How do you manage a relationship with someone who seems to feel so much so fast?

So- to back WAY up: We tend to think of love as this magical, enigmatic thing that just happens to us, but there's actually a fair amount of research on variables that may lead to greater connection and even love. There’s no one formula that applies to all people, but there are some actions that seem to make love more likely. Sex is one- a good orgasm involves dopamine, oxytocin, vasopressin and these are all neurochemicals linked with attachment. Of course, people often HAVE sex to express their love so the attachment is already there but it's also seemingly common for people having casual sex to fall for one another.

Emotional intimacy is another common precursor to love. You may have seen this list of 36 "questions that lead to love" floating around (https://www.verywellmind.com/unpacking-the-36-questions-that-lead-to-love-8559179) . This list of questions works (when it works) because it speeds up the natural process by which people build intimacy. It invites sharing and listening and vulnerability and trust. Those same things will happen naturally over time in a healthy relationship, using the questions is just designed to speed that process up.

These ideas may be a good framework to start thinking about hypnoamory. Hypnokink play is often full of things that are known "love triggers" for many people- things that would naturally make them more likely to bond or even fall in love. Hypnosis itself seems to release some of the same neurotransmitters associated with love- dopamine, GABA, serotonin.* There's often sexual arousal and sex/orgasms that make people feel good. Happy calm feelings. Happy safe/cared for feelings. There's novelty and learning. There's communication and trust. There's engaging in an activity both people enjoy. There can be feelings of danger, leading to physical arousal and then emotional/sexual arousal. There's dependence. There’s intimacy. In fact, the whole process of hypnotizing someone is giving them the illusion that you're in their brain. What could be more intimate than that?

Then there's the kink aspect. Pretend someone has gone through their life with this secret, hidden desire. It’s something they dare not talk to anyone about for fear that they’ll be mocked or shamed. No one else in the world seems to get their kink. They don't even know if the thing they want is POSSIBLE.

Then, one day they meet a person who DOES get it. Not only does this person get it, they seem to want the same things. And, better yet, not only does this person have similar fantasies, they actually want to DO the thing. With YOU.

How could you not fall in love?

Here's a personal anecdote:

When I fell in love with my wife, it happened slowly and gently. We dated, we got to know each other, we hung out more and more, and then I turned around about a year later and I was in love. I was like a dropped feather- slowly drifting downwards until I gently landed on the ground. Happily and safely eased into love.

I fell for my first hypnokink partner like a rock falls from a cliff. It FELT like those teenage romances from books and movies- Romeo and Juliet, Buffy, Titanic- landing with a big "thump" of feeling and obsession. I was well into adulthood when it happened, fortunately, so I didn't do anything too disruptive or embarrassing with it. I was in a situation where I could talk it through. But- I remember being able to finally understand how people in love could do crazy things. It DID feel a bit like an addiction. I was going about my life and then- completely knocked on my ass. Nothing I had done before prepared me.

All of this is to say- hypnoamory definitely exists. It doesn't happen all the time** but in my experience it happens frequently. And, just like love "caused" by sex or answering the 36 questions or, say, surviving a disaster together, I wouldn't say hypnoamory love is inauthentic. In fact, I don’t think love CAN be inauthentic. We feel what we feel. What I WOULD say, though, is that most people caught up in that initial high are experiencing a particular stage of love called "infatuation". (Around the community you may also hear the term “new relationship energy” or “nre”- it's basically infatuation but make it poly). The infatuation is fun but can also be a cause for caution.

People contrast infatuation*** with "real love" but IMHO that’s short sighted. For many people, infatuation is actually the first stage OF being in love. When someone’s infatuated, attraction feels almost overwhelming. Your whole neurochemistry (dopamine, norepinephrine, phenylephrine) is driving you to spend more and more time with the person you love. You think obsessively about the other person. You feel bad when they're not around. It feels a bit like an addiction.

Strong infatuation actually resembles being high in some ways. Like when you’re high, your amygdala isn't quite working right and thus your judgment can be impaired. This is the phase where people can sometimes feel extra compelled towards bad decisions. They may do things like move in with someone they just met, leave a long-established relationship for someone new and hot, or stop doing things to take care of themselves****. They may neglect other important parts of their life and people in their life. In kink, someone who is infatuated may push for strong attachment play (brainwash me!), push for constant contact/play, or disregard boundaries that were pretty firm before. They may want to jump into the most intense kinky play more quickly.

For most people, infatuation is a phase. It can last from days to weeks to years depending on the person (and the research you're looking at) but- ideally infatuation will settle down into a more stable relationship in time. It’s not the strong impairment of being drunk (or being hypnotized)- it’s still pretty accepted in the hypnokink community (and in general) that someone who is infatuated can give reasonable, legitimate consent. That consent may just take a bit more discussion and thoughtfulness.******

Also- on the positive side, infatuation can be really fun! And being in love feels great! Being infatuated doesn't automatically mean someone is immature or unintelligent or incapable of having a kink relationship. Infatuation is just a possible side effect of hypnokinky play (and kink play)(and having a relationship)(and life).

A NOTE ON SUB FRENZY

In addition to “nre”, another term you might here around the community is “sub frenzy”. Sub frenzy is the tendency for new subs to want to do ALL of the things (and often play with all of the people) when they first get started in a kink. It's like infatuation, but for an activity instead of a person. My friend @daja-the-hypnokitten (who suggested and really helped out with this part of this answer) described it for me as being like someone who always thirsted and never got water- but now that they HAVE water they might gulp it down and drink so much that they make themselves sick. Someone who is in sub frenzy may push for tons of play in a way that harms them/where they neglect other things and may push for the most intense play ASAP.

A lot of the suggestions I talk about below might help with both sub frenzy and regular infatuation for a person. My friend suggested that what's often most helpful for her is having logistical conversations about her stronger desires- (ex. “Hey, if I give you a fetish for the color red, how might that work practically? What problems may come up? What safeties might we need in place?”) That way, she knows an idea is being worked on (which can soothe that craving for more more more now) but is also thinking about it in a practical way instead of just as a hot fantasy.

COPING WITH INFATUATION

So- infatuation is common in what we do, especially if you are someone’s first kinky partner. That being said, I definitely understand your caution with it. You're looking out for your sub and not wanting to influence them unduly. You don't want to continue a relationship dynamic that may be unhealthy for them. It speaks well of you as a dominant that you are paying careful attention to how your sub is doing and what may be influencing them/their consent.

Here's how not to handle it:

1. DON'T go for a magic cure. For some people, it would be tempting to want to cure this by hypnosis itself- to hypnotize your partner and give them a suggestion to not feel love for you anymore. That would be a BIG mistake. Repression tends to cause more problems than it answers and trying something like this could lead to really bad consequences. Also, especially if you tried this without your sub's conscious consent, it would be a big violation of their personal autonomy and their trust in you.

2. DON'T go radio silent or start backing away from your sub without talking about it. If you felt responsible for your sub’s feelings or actions, you might be tempted to limit your contact with them to not do any more "damage" to them. Shame or regret may make you want to back off. If that’s happening, I urge you to reconsider it. You can have kind intentions, but if you just disappear one day, your sub will likely blame himself and that would create problems in future relationships. He might think about you MORE after being ghosted or feel more in love with you in unhealthy ways. For some people, that sudden drop can keep them ruminating about the relationship for YEARS. You'd also lose everything that YOU have invested in this relationship, as well as the chance of it being healthy and rewarding relationship for you. Your sub being in love with you isn’t something you’re doing TO him, it’s just the situation you find yourselves in. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad one.

(This isn't to say you shouldn't be able to set boundaries for your mental health and even safety- I’ll talk about this more below. There might even come to a time when going radio silent is the best option! Hopefully, though, disconnecting without speaking would be a last resort if other attempts at boundary setting didn’t work .)

Here are some things to consider instead:

-DO have a big ole conversation with your sub. Several conversations. MANY conversations. ONGOING conversations. It sounds like you've already started having these. Great! It's totally fair to express your concern about his feelings using some of the language and explanations in the first section. That being said, ultimately neither you nor he are going to be able to control what he feels. Being infatuated is usually not something someone can just decide to stop doing. That’s not how feelings work. "I'm worried you're in love with me because of our hypnosis play" may be a good place to start a conversation but- it doesn't give him a lot to respond to. He can't just choose to not be in love with you any more- just like he can't choose to make you not worried. It may be helpful to think more about WHY you’re worried- what do you think might happen? Do you want him to change his behavior towards you right now? Are things OK now but you’re worried how this may affect things in the future?

A lot of times, starting from concrete observations might help start a conversation. Ex: "I know you've been talking more about how much you care for me. You've seemed more willing to push your own boundaries- like having your sister in the room when we talk." From there, you can move in to what you're worried about. (ex. "I'm worried you're getting so caught up in our play that you aren't studying", "I'm worried you seem to be neglecting your other relationships", "I'm worried that you're ignoring your boundaries and that you'll end up either regretting it or getting hurt.")

After you state your concerns, give him time to talk and listen to what he says. Ideally, you'll be able to both express your point of view and understand each other's by the end of the conversation. From here, you may be able to work out a plan together to address what’s going on. Or, you might be in a place where the plan is to keep touching base about your feelings- or even in a place where the hypnoamory doesn’t feel so worrisome. I know for me and my sub, we'll have frequent "hey, am I influencing you too much?" check ins. At this point, those check-ins seem to function primarily to provide reassurance to me as the domme- but that’s ok! They're also good chances for both of us to discuss how our D/s is going, what we’re feeling, if we have any new boundaries we need to set, etc. Even if I’m initially nervous about bringing something up, I usually feel really reassured when a conversation is over.

HEY, ARE YOU INFLUENCING YOUR SUB TOO MUCH?

I didn't say this above but I'll say this here- I doubt your sub's strong feelings are due to the way you're doing hypnosis or hypnokink. A lot of things probably have more influence on how he is feeling and responding than your play together. After all, people naturally get closer and have looser boundaries and pick up each other's preferences/habits/mannerisms the more time they spend together even without kink. In hypnokink we sometimes romanticize some of these natural responses as part of “brainwashing” but- in actuality, they’re normal parts of many longer term relationships. However, I don’t want to ignore the role hypnosis and kink play may have in influence. Here are some things to consider if you are worried that you are influencing your sub too much in play:

- How ARE you wording your suggestions to him? Are you telling him that he's enraptured, helpless against you, worshipful, obsessed with you, etc? Are you implying or saying you're the only one that can make him feel this way? There's a lot of language that people regularly use in hypnokink that wouldn’t be out of place in a particularly saucy Victorian love poem. I doubt these words alone are creating love whole-cloth, but this kind of flowery kink talk is also packed with suggestions and suggestions can have effects. Even the harsher-sounding kink talk- things like "You are my property" or "You're worthless without me" can create dependence and feelings of love. Flowery sexy hypnotalk suggestions can linger sometimes even if you are "just" role-playing or if you give suggestions to “cancel” those previous suggestions at the end of a session. They also might not! It really depends on the person! (Example- Think of a sad movie you've seen. You can often still feel the sadness now even though you KNOW the movie itself wasn't real.)

If themes around romance/dependence/worship are coming up in your scenes, it's a good idea to be mindful about them and how you're using them. Is this something that you both consciously wanted as a theme in play or did it just kind of sneak in because those are typical tropes? How are you both feeling about those themes now? I wouldn't say to stop speaking in ways that are hot to you both, but talking about how and when and why might be a good next step. Sometimes even both consciously and verbally setting intentions about what you want the relationship to look like outside of scenes helps. Know that even in really self-knowledgeable subs, there can be "bleed" of emotions from in the scene to out of it- so it’s good to keep checking in! “Positive” emotions especially may have this tendency to linger.

Putting limiters around a scene may not work perfectly, but it may help prevent some emotional bleedover. Some ways you might do this could include setting up fantasy scenarios/ role play, consciously undoing suggestions at the end of a scene, or "locking" suggestions to limit them to a certain person/certain time/certain place. Doing good check ins after a scene and aftercare can help you discuss lingering effects- especially if the aftercare moves someone out of a submissive headspace and into a more normal one.

- Are you doing long term conditioning? If you're doing any suggestions that linger outside of a scene, those suggestions have the chance of tying the other person to you (even if unintentionally). Here’s an example that seems really innocuous: Pretend that I give someone a suggestion that every time he walks through a doorway, he will touch his nose. This person does this a bunch of times during the week. Fun! Silly! But also- there's a secret sneaky second trigger in here. While this person is touching his nose, he is also likely thinking of me, the hypnotist who gave him that suggestion. Maybe he thinks of how much fun we're having together or how hot it is that I've compelled his behavior. It IS hot and fun! Now he’s thinking of me in hot/fun ways a bunch of times a day -every time he walks through the door, in fact! It might not have been my intention, but I’ve accidentally conditioned my guy to think of me in positive ways all day every day. No wonder he might start feeling attached! And this is just a basic example. Imagine the associations that could happen if he had to ask me before he had an orgasm!

Conditioning happens outside of play too. Are y'all talking all day every day? Are you doing positive things at each other randomly and unpredictably? Those actions are probably making you feel closer. (Those unpredictable rewards are POWERFUL.) None of that has to be malicious or consciously manipulative, it’s just how humans bond.

Again I want to emphasize- Feeling close is not a bad thing! Nor is falling in love! And even if you have been engaging in some of these actions, you aren’t responsible for your sub’s actions or emotions. These are normal things for hypnokinksters to do and normal risks for us to take. The question isn’t one of blame (for yourself or him)- it’s where you both want to go from here.

COOLING THINGS DOWN

Hopefully you will both talk together and come to a mutual decision/conclusion. Let's say that you and your your sub talk and you both decide to cool things off a bit. What might work?

- Coming to a true mutual decision about your goals and strategies for cooling things off. Open, non-judgemental, and ongoing communication about feelings here would be helpful. What does “cooling things off” look like? How will you know when it has happened? It’s ok to modify expectations as you go.

- Setting stronger boundaries. If y'all are playing all day every day, you might instead schedule a time to play once a week. You might limit unpredictable suggestions or times where you're texting during the day. You might table bigger relationship step conversations (collaring, moving in together, exclusivity, heavy brainwashing play) for a period of time to settle into the relationship and how you relate to each other after some of the initial intensity has passed. You may also table types of play for a time (for example, if themes of begging and worship are contributing to his strong feelings maybe you both want to back off those for a while pending further conversation).

-Developing trustworthiness in yourselves and each other- If you're worried about him having impaired consent because of love or hypnosis or kink or any combination of these things, talk about this specifically! Make sure you make a relationship where setting boundaries feels really good and comfortable- and where bringing up those conversations feels safe.. I know I try to be really verbally grateful when a partner sets a boundary or even gives critical feedback- it lets me know that they trust me and I can trust them to be taking care of themselves. You can even frame this as part of submission ("you're my property so you need to take care of what's mine") or your partnership/consent ("I worry when you keep changing boundaries because I would feel guilty if I hurt you/our relationship accidentally"). Trust usually increases bonding, but making fertile ground for boundaries can help you both have the conversations you need to make sure the relationship doesn’t feel like “too much”.

- Playing with other partners. Are you worried that your sub may be more in love with kink/ hypnosis itself than they are with you? Sometimes it takes time and experience for new kinksters to really distinguish for themselves if they’re having strong feelings for a person vs strong feelings for an activity. Encouraging his own introspection may help, but playing with other hypnotist partners can help him figure this out too. If you decide to take this step, y'all would want to do it within your own comfort zones and he would want to be careful about who he played with. Suggesting playing with others should never be a command- more of a helpful idea. There's unfortunately some ill-meaning hypnotists out there- so if he’s interested in playing with others, passing on information about finding safe partners and taking care of his subject agency might help him with branching out.

-Talking to other experienced subs. If your partner talks with other hypnosubs, he is likely to be able to find people who can relate to how he is feeling. Sometimes even hearing from someone else who has had similar experiences may be helpful. He could also potentially get tips on how other subjects manage strong emotions in their kink dynamics. Ditto for you talking to other dominants. This is a known issue within the community- many people have dealt with it and can offer empathy and ideas.

YOUR BOUNDARIES MATTER

I’ve been talking a lot in this response about his boundaries and your mutually agreed upon kink boundaries but- you get your own boundaries too! We sometimes skip talking about dominant/top boundaries in kink but- it’s very important that you are paying attention to your own comfort zone and needs. Boundaries help both of you continue to play in a way that feels fun/safe/enjoyable for everyone involved. This may sound harsh but- just because your sub is in love with you, that doesn't necessarily have to change what YOUR boundaries are (unless you want it to). Similarly, just because your sub is wanting to ignore his earlier boundaries, it doesn’t mean that you have to change your boundaries if that makes you uncomfortable. (In fact, I tend to be the brakes in a relationship more often when I'm topping than bottoming- and I think that's pretty common for a lot of switches.) For example, I'm really glad that you were clear and firm about not having his sister around on calls. If he’s doing things that are dangerous to himself in a way that pushes YOUR boundaries, it’s OK to say that and set conditions. (Ex. “I know you are really invested in our kink play, but if you drop out of school because of it, I won’t want to play with you any more.”)

If you’re worried about managing sudden boundary changes on his part, you can always give yourself pauses to think and decide what’s comfortable for you. For example, let’s say that he contacts you right before a scene and wants something that would push his previous boundaries. It would be OK in that case to say if you’re not comfortable with that- that you’d like to think about it and discuss it later. Or you may even say “no” outright if it's uncomfortable for you. You might even consider a new relationship rule- if he (or either of you) want to do something that pushes previously-held boundaries, you need to have a sober discussion about it first.

Lastly, if he’s pushing your boundaries and KEEPS pushing them after you try to talk, you might have to set stronger boundaries- up to and including breaking up with him. Being in love can explain his intensity, but if he can’t take a “no” then we’re moving into something really unhealthy. (I like this little worksheet about separating a healthy relationship vs an unhealthy one vs an abusive one- it’s not kink specific but has good information in general about what each of these relationships may look like- https://idas.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2022/02/Healthy-Relationships-Checklist-2.pdf )

I know this was a lot of information anon! I hope it helps! Please feel free to write me with follow up questions (and that goes for anyone reading). Also- I only know things here from my own experience and life philosophies- I hope other people will read this and add their perspective/knowledge! Between all of us, I hope you find the knowledge you're looking for!

Thank you to @linnybeenaughty , @ultinath ,@dancercoder , @spiralturquoise , and especially @daja-the-hypnokitten for the beta reads!; I appreciate your thoughts and help checking this for me! Any grammar mistakes or spelling mistakes or general wonkiness are my fault, not theirs.

Footnotes (for Nerds)

*I realize I’m leaning a lot on neurotransmitters here so- just to say, MANY activities release these neurotransmitters, not just hypnosis and love. Neurotransmitters are always swimming around in our head- they help our brain through its daily functioning. People especially sometimes talk as though things that trigger dopamine are innately addictive but- brains are much more complicated than that. I probably get a dopamine hit from brushing my teeth. It’s a piece of the puzzle here, not the whole thing.

**Side note- That being said, if you've never experienced intense hypnoamory, that's OK too! There's nothing wrong with you and it doesn't mean you don't care about partners. You just fall in love in a different way.

***Other/similar words and concepts it might be helpful to look up- limerence, nre (new relationship energy), puppy love. It isn't exactly "sub frenzy" but learning about that might be helpful too. :)

****Infatuation can make therapists really nervous sometimes because that’s when people do things like stop treatment, go off medications, relapse on drugs, make huge life decisions, etc. It can be hard to balance being infatuated and still working on yourself!

******Infatuation and being Infatuation-impaired is actually its' own subkink. A lot of pro work is out there on that theme. It's edge play and I'm assuming not what you're writing about, but I wanted to acknowledge down here that it exists.

#hypnoamory #big ole feelings #sub frenzy #the War and Peace of Tumblr answers #would love to hear everyone's thoughts!

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Aftermath of The Homo-Bomb (Trevor)

Collaboration with @sivfenrir

(Make sure the read the ➡️ Prologue ⬅️ first)

After so many interviews already, Wavell had found himself standing in front of the door outside of yet another flat. Inside he could already feel the energy of someone who’d experienced the effects of the homo-bomb. He could just tell that this one was different, however.

It was strange really. Even when it came to other anomalies, the residual magic energy that their bodies gave off usually felt the same. Hence the interview to see what went on with them. This person though, it felt odd. Wavell could tell it was his magic therefore they had to be a homo-bomb victim.

However, the energy they exuded was much more potent for some reason. Naturally, this only intrigued the warlock further.

“This one’s bound to be interesting…” he mumbled to himself while stepping up to the door before giving it a rhythmic knock.

He waited for a good few minutes outside, the rhythmic tapping of his shoes was his company. He knew someone was home so he had no idea what was taking them so long. Were they pretending not to be home?

Could be understandable if they’ve undergone a big transformation and are afraid to show it. Wavell had already dealt with a few similar cases where he had to simply teleport inside because people wouldn’t just answer their doors for him.

He was beginning to think this was going to be another situation like that until at last he heard the twisting of a lock from the other side followed by the door swinging open.

The guy that answered the door was a huge jock of a man. Incredibly tall to the point where his head almost hit the top of the door frame. Wide with thick powerful-looking muscle that was consistent across his entire body that made him seem like an adonis.

A feat which was only amplified by how young he looked. Early twenties Wavell would guess. Youthful yet jockish-looking features matched with a head of short brown hair and a trimmed beard that gave him an air of maturity and masculinity. In short, he looked as though he’d just stepped out of someone’s wet dream.

“Y-yo man. What’s up?” He asked in a somewhat nervous-sounding tone.

“Sorry to bother you but I’m interviewing everyone that’s recently been affected by the strange events that have transpired here recently.” Wavell began, thinking back on all the people he’d interviewed so far over the last couple of days.

“My name is Mr Wavell and I was hoping I could come inside to talk to you as well. There’s been a common pattern through most people that were affected however there’s been some strange outliers along the way as well. I’m curious to know if you fit into either of those categories.” The devilishly handsome warlock smiled kindly. There was a sensation that enveloped the jock from the warlock.

“Oh… sure.” The jock felt a warm and welcoming presence emanating from Wavell that he found himself trusting instantly. He stepped aside and allowed the well-dressed man to walk past him and into the flat.

He shivered a little as Wavell brushed his hand against the bigger man’s thigh on the way past. “I don’t see much of a problem if you’re helping.” The change in speech patterns was quite noticeable.

As Wavell walked through the hallway and into the living room, he couldn’t help noticing some of the other rooms. Unsurprisingly there was a bathroom and what seemed to be a closet as well as a kitchen however what caught his eye was that there seemed to be two bedrooms.

Curiously he took a quick peek inside each and they were both certainly occupied by two very different people. One room was filled with all sorts of sports memorabilia, weights, and exercise gear scattered around, clothes strewn across the room in a rather untidy fashion, and a shameless box of tissues on the nightstand next to the bed.

The other room however was different. Scientific posters lined the walls, collections of comics and collectible figurines all tucked away neatly on shelves, the bed looked almost freshly made with everything seemingly in its place.

He could see that there was an attempt at cleaning up the former room, the weights stacked in the corner as well as some of the clothes folded on the bed. But clearly this was interrupted, most likely by his arrival.

“Does anyone else live here with you?” Wavell questioned.

“Not really. I guess it’s just me now.” The hulking man responded, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “Tons of things on my mind now that the house is all mine.”

Wavell narrowed his eyes a little at this. “Hmm. Okay, well why don’t the two of us get sat down and we can talk alright big man?”

He made his way towards one of the large living room couches, sitting down before patting the seat beside him until the jock sat down and made himself comfortable, manspreading a little in the process.

Once they were both ready, Wavell whipped out his trusty notepad once again and let the questions roll. “First of all, I don’t believe I asked your name did I?”

“It’s Josh.” He said confidently but before Wavell had a chance to write it down he doubled back on himself. “Wait. No. One of my names was Josh. And David.” A strange thoughtful look crossed the man’s face.

“One second, my name got mixed up.” His eyes darted to the left as he whispered under his breath. “Shit, I forgot already. What was the name?”

His eyes then darted to the right, continuing to talk to himself. “We didn’t affirm the name overnight, it’s Trevor, right? Yeah.”

He looked up to the interviewer and confidently repeated the name as if he hadn’t heard. “My name is Trevor bro.”

Wavell stared at this man in awe. He’d just been talking to himself as if… There was more than one person in his head. How bizarre.

Could this have been the homo-bomb’s doing? Regardless he scribbled down the final name as well as the other two he’d given. “And your last name?”

Trevor thought for a moment again, conversing with himself under his breath a little until finally coming to a decision. “Griffin.”

“Okay Trevor Griffin. We’re coming back to that later but can I ask how old you are and what you do?” Wavell was already starting to suspect what might be going on here but decided to go ahead with the usual line of questions for now.

Trevor sat in thought for a minute. “Well… I guess I’m still 21. I was born in February.” There was then a twitch in Trevor’s eyes for a moment. “But I was born in April.” There was a subtle shift in his tone of voice again.

Wavell squinted. “So… You have two birthdays?”

“Yeah? I guess so.” The adonis replied genuinely. “Also at college, I major in physiology.” Another twitch “But I also major in sports studies!”

Wavell stroked his beard a little. “Physiology and Sports Studies huh? Those are two rather different things to major in at once.”

He was starting to piece it all together now. The shifting of tones. Talking to himself. Multiple birthdays. Twice as much residual magic inside his body compared to most. There was only one explanation to this Wavell could think of though he never thought the homo-bomb would deviate so much as to do such a thing.

“Trevor. What exactly happened to you on the night of the event that caused so much chaos in this town?”

Trevor shuffled in his seat a little. “You’re gonna think I’m completely insane when I tell you.” He glanced over at the handsome older man again. Once again feeling so safe and comfortable in his presence. “But here goes I guess… I’m two people. At the same time. It’s hard to explain but I-”

“You’re a fusion. A merged being made up of two people.” Wavell interjected. “Am I correct?”

A look of shock and confusion crossed Trevor’s face. “Y-yes. I think so but… how the hell did you know that?!”

Wavell patted the jock’s shoulder. “I’m an expert in this kind of stuff, big guy.” The power of his magical aura intensified, causing his and Trevor’s eyes to shimmer for a moment. “Now I want you to tell me everything about yourself and how you came to be.”

Trevor nodded almost hypnotically before beginning his tale.

———

Before Trevor, the flat was owned by two college sophomores, Josh and David just a few days before the Homo-Bomb. Both lived a distinct lifestyle with some overlap, just enough to co-exist without being entirely homogeneous.

David was the smaller one of the two. He’s been a rather skinny dude all his life with little to no meat on his bones. This combined with him being a late bloomer led to some inevitable bullying throughout his high school years. It also didn’t help that he was a total definition of a nerd. Thick-rimmed glasses earned him the classic and unoriginal nickname of ‘four eyes’. And to top it all off he was crazy about things like comic books and collectibles, a craze that would follow him into adulthood.

However if there was one thing he always had going for him, it was his brains. In typical nerd fashion, he was usually the smartest person in the room and always excelled in education. Especially when it came to science. Hence when he left high school to go to college, he immediately jumped into a physiology major.

By this point, he’d hit a huge growth spurt and finally had some decent facial scruff growing in, not to mention he got contact lenses to replace those old glasses. He even tried to put on some good muscle but eventually settled for a lean and toned look instead as he decided to focus more on his studies rather than trying to push his body past its ectomorphic limits.

And then there was Josh. He was pretty much David’s polar opposite in almost every way imaginable. Unlike his nerdy roommate, Josh was an early bloomer back in high school and had always remained one of the bigger kids as his dad taught him everything he needed to know about building muscle through his teen years.

It didn’t take long for him to get scouted by the gym coaches and before he knew it he was one of the star jocks! Always being one of the most popular guys who quickly made a bunch of other jock friends while playing football. And having been blessed with such handsome looks, he was always a hot topic around the school. Naturally after leaving high school, he found himself going after a sports studies degree in college.

As he entered his twenties Josh grew even bigger. His muscles burgeoned even thicker and stronger with every workout until he was finally closing in on his dream physique at only 21 years of age. Of course, he knew that if he tried he could get so much bigger but that wasn’t what he was looking for. He couldn’t help noticing how all of the biggest dudes he’d played football with sorely lacked speed. That said he wanted to retain a body that was large and powerful but still agile on the field.

———

“Quite literally two opposites living together under one roof. It was a miracle.” Trevor chuckled a little as he stared upwards, having his mental reverie.

“How did that come to be, if I may ask?” Wavell smoothly asked and interrupted the daydreaming the massive jock was going through. Being brought back on track, the guy focused his eyes back on the conversation partner and continued.

———

When David left for college he was quick to find a flat near the college grounds but he knew he wouldn’t be able to afford it for long all on his own. Luckily it was a two bedroom so he spread the word and posted online about needing a flatmate.

What he didn’t expect was to get a response from none other than one of the most popular jocks from his old school, Josh! He had slightly mixed feelings about it as Josh and his jock friends would frequently tease him back then however it was also Josh that always stopped things before it went too far.

Still, though, David’s little gay heart just couldn’t resist the idea of living with such a hunk that he’d shamelessly jerked off to a few times in the past.

And so eventually the day arrived when Josh showed up, suitcases in hand and ready to move in. For David, it was like a dream come true! Getting to live with such a hunk. To be so close to him all the time. He even offered Josh the bigger bedroom of the two to further entice him to stay.

And somehow it worked! Josh moved into the flat and pretty soon he’d made himself at home.

Initially, it’d been awkward between the two. They both remembered what went on back in their high school days but neither of them wanted to bring it up. Slowly, however, they began to grow closer as friends. They found that they had a few common interests here and there as they made small talk with one another until they eventually got to a point where they could consider themselves friends.

Surprisingly it was Josh who made most of the effort. Always started conversations and invited David to watch football with him and whatnot.

It was then that it became clear to David that half the reason Josh had bullied him at all back in high school was because of his jock bros encouraging him. But now it was the two of them, Josh was a pretty cool dude.

When people found out that a gay nerd like David was living with a jock such as Josh, they always assumed the worst. For Josh to tease or berate David about his sexuality or push him around and call him names or even pull those stupid frat boys' kinda pranks like farting in David’s face or something else is just as gross.

But it wasn’t like that at all and a lot of people almost didn’t believe him when David said that he and Josh were cool now. Especially when he told them about how they even sat and watched TV together in the evenings.

———

“You know it’s crazy. After the torment Josh and his friends had put David through in high school, neither of them imagined they’d eventually become friends one day.” Trevor leaned back in his seat a little and turned his head towards Wavell.

“And soon enough they were chilling and laughing like best buds. High school always makes it seem like two people can’t get along just because they aren’t both nerds or they aren’t both jocks.” Trevor laughed a little as he placed a hand over his chest, smiling.

“But in the real world, it’s nothing like that. Even two people like Josh and David who seemed wildly different can still find common ground and get along.”

Wavell smiled softly. “It would seem that way.” He noted down a couple more things as he replied. “You also mentioned that David had somewhat of a crush on Josh and would have frequent sexual fantasies about him. How did this budding friendship affect that?”

Trevor’s face started to go a little red. “Well, you see…”

———

Naturally, this growing bond between the two would only serve to further David’s crush on the jock to the point where if Josh went out to hang with his bros, David would sneak into Josh’s room. Not for anything malicious. He just loved getting to bask in the natural scent that filled the room. A mix of sweat and cheap deodorant that was strangely arousing to the nerd.

He would even go as far as to try on some of Josh’s clothes from time to time and even though they never fit, just pulling on his stuff gave David such a rush.

Could you blame him? Josh was everything David was missing. Sure he might’ve been highly intelligent with a lot of good qualities but it's always been a deep-rooted desire of his to be huge and strong with bulging muscles.

To have all that confidence and charm that Josh exuded so naturally instead of being so meek and small. That envy he had for the jock was one of the reasons he’d begun to fall for him so much as what was once just lust turned into something much deeper. This connection however was something David never believed he’d have a chance to explore.

Whenever he wasn’t at college or home, Josh was hanging out with his bros which mostly consisted of other jocks he played with back in high school. He loved them all to death but unfortunately, they weren’t always the best influences even now they were in their twenties.

Half the time he came up with something mildly homophobic to joke about which Josh tried not to encourage as much now. A lot of their nights out would consist of going to bars where they’d try to pick up chicks.

Josh already had a girlfriend which he’d been seeing for over a year now so he usually didn’t participate so much however once his bros found out that Josh was staying with that gay little nerd they used to bully, they began accusing him of being homo as well.

They teased him about it so much that they eventually told him to prove that he wasn’t gay by fucking a chick from the bar. And that’s what he did. He flirted with a few babes until he convinced one to go with him to one of the private bathrooms where he practically ripped her clothes off and started slamming into her pussy. All the while his bros were listening just outside listening to their moans as they fucked. He only stopped fucking her as he pulled out last second to cum and not get her pregnant. Moments later he emerged from the bathroom only to be greeted by his bros jumping and cheering around him.

Of course, it wouldn’t take long for news of that to get back to his girlfriend and she was furious when she confronted Josh about it. He felt so guilty that he couldn’t even deny it and just like that she broke up with him on the spot.

Later that night he’d come home to the flat wasted. David was quick to pick up on this and helped Josh to his room. He managed to get Josh onto his bed but just as David was about to leave the jock to sleep it off, he said something that made David’s dick jump.

“You’ve got a really cute ass bro…” Josh mumbled, pawing at his crotch a little while chuckling drunkenly before passing out.

———

“Interesting.” There was a pleased glint in Wavell’s eyes. “So you’re saying that Josh was gay the whole time as well? Concealing his homosexuality so that his jock friends wouldn’t find out?”

Trevor shrugged. “I mean… not exactly? He did legitimately like girls but he also liked dudes just as much. Maybe even a little more. But he just suppressed that side of himself for the reason you mentioned.”

He slumped in his seat a little with a somber look crossing his face. “Even after leaving High School, he was so scared to show that side of himself due to years of keeping it hidden…”

“Until a bad breakup and some liquid courage got him to slip up” Wavell finished.

Trevor nodded. “Pretty much… God, I wish those years were different. That I could’ve… I mean *Josh* could’ve felt safe enough to come out.” He let out a long sigh. “Oh well. The past is the past.”

———

The revelation of Josh’s bisexuality (or at the very least bi-curious) came as a massive surprise to the nerd. Unfortunately, it seemed by the next morning Josh had completely forgotten about the remark.

But David certainly hadn’t. And with it in mind, he waited a few weeks for the break up to blow over before finally deciding to nut up and put his cards on the table. It happened one night when Josh had encouraged David to watch some soccer with him. Throughout they cracked open a bunch of beers until they were both pretty drunk and that’s when David finally came out and said it.

“Josh. I used to think you were an asshole but… you’re actually really awesome… and super freakin’ hot.” He slurred his words a little while his eyes scanned across the jocks bulging muscles that strained against his clothes. “You’re just so big… and strong…” He shuffled a little closer on the couch. “W-will you… be my boyfriend?”

There was a moment of deafening silence as Josh simply gazed down at David with an expression the drunk nerd could hardly decipher. That is until Josh leaned in and smashed his lips against David’s without warning, kissing him roughly.

David was quick to reciprocate until before long he felt his jock flatmate picking him up off the couch and carrying him to the bedroom. It didn’t even seem real to David as they began pulling off their clothes and revealing Josh’s body in its full glory but he couldn’t deny how real it felt when the muscle-bound jock started sucking him off.

But of course, Josh was still bigger in every sense, cock included, as before long the bisexual hunk was pounding his thick rod into David’s ass. Both of them moaned at each other about how great it felt until Josh blew his load deep inside David’s hole.

From that night onwards the pair just kinda fell into a relationship.

The friendly bond they’d formed before growing into something far deeper. A genuine and loving connection as well as being Josh’s first ever relationship with another dude. And strangely it felt more fulfilling to him than any he’d had with women. Almost like he and David strangely completed each other. Similar to how David envied Josh’s dedication to his awesome physique and confidence with others, Josh secretly envied David as well.

Sure he might’ve had the looks and the body but he was nowhere near as smart or organized as David was. With brains like that Josh could’ve taken himself to the next level with becoming an athlete and personal trainer. And yet he felt as though he was cursed to simply be a big dumb jock.

Neither of them realized that the other was carrying similar feelings of envy until one day, after a couple of months of dating, David happened to mention after having sex that being with Josh made him feel ‘whole’ in a strange way. Like Josh was everything he was missing. Only for Josh to completely agree, saying that he felt the same. It was a strange sentiment they shared but finally having it out in the open only made them closer.

So much so that it even evolved into some kinky roleplay sex between the couple where they pretended to swap bodies before fucking as weird as it sounded. Since Josh pretty much always topped, when they did these body swap role plays David had even managed to convince Josh to bottom once or twice for them.

By this point, they thought they’d accepted their envy and overcome it. Instead opting to be a happy couple that complimented each other’s strengths. So much so that Josh had even been considering telling his bros about them. Something that David appreciated greatly.

But little did they know this was only scratching the surface. Their true desires to be ‘completed’ went so much deeper than even they realized. To a depth that would’ve been thought impossible to reach.

———

“Up until yesterday, they were probably the happiest they’d ever been. Both are finally in a loving relationship with someone they found themselves deeply connected to. David even believed it was fate. But then… they weren’t David and Josh anymore. They were me. And I was them.” Trevor put his face in his palms, trying to rack his brain around it like he had been for the past day and a half.

“Can you tell at all how it happened Trevor? Do you have any memories of David and Josh combining to become you?” Wavell scratched his chin with the bottom of his pencil.

Trevor rubbed his temples, trying his best to think back to when it happened. “I’m not sure… I can remember pieces but it’s blurry.” He closed his eyes, trying to put himself back in that moment when he came to be.

“I remember everything around me having a somewhat purple hue… and I was horny. We were horny… fuck, I was hard and leaking. I was stroking my cock on the bed and also walking to my room? It's hard to remember in the haze. I just remember feeling like I'm fucking and being fucked. And then I woke up. One guy on Josh's bed. Me." Trevor groaned as he just couldn’t remember, but also because the python in his pants was tenting it from the memories. Wavell could see it grow.

"If I were to guess I’d say Josh and David’s memories of the experience are overlapping in mind. It’s a common thing to happen with newly merged people who’ve shared experiences. Those experiences tend to blur and it can sometimes be hard to make sense of." Wavell explained calmly.

“As you may or may not be aware, many people have been affected by this recent magical event but you’re the only ones to have been affected like this. Can you think of anything that may have caused this?” The warlock asked him with a slight smile.

"Well, I was always admiring how big Josh was. Not only huge and muscular but capable of reaching it at this age was impressive.” Trevor explained without skipping a beat and continued.

“While David was stuck small and thin thanks to genetics. But I think envy might’ve played a part as well. I envied the smarts in David, and I also envied the physical prowess of Josh. But in that way, we always complimented each other." Trevor lifted his heavy arms and gave them a flex, gleefully watching his biceps bulge.

"Sorta like two halves. We joked that we were like one well-oiled machine. Always laughed it off. Though now that I'm one person, I’ve started to realize just how much the envy made us wish it was true, despite us logically thinking it couldn’t happen." He put his fists together, one an open palm and the other a rock-hard fist to visualize it.

Wavell nodded thoughtfully. “So you believe that your envy and desire for one another may have been the cause? An agreement between the two of you that the sum of your best parts would create something or someone much better than both of you.”

Trevor was amazed by how well this Wavell guy was keeping up. He already felt an odd sense of deep trust around the distinguished-looking man but he still imagined Wavell would think he was crazy.

And yet it was the opposite.

It was as if this suited figure interviewing him somehow knew everything Trevor was saying was truthful. "Yeah… I mean that’s gotta be it right? Josh wanted more smarts so that he could cruise through this course and be the private trainer he dreams to be, while David wanted the body so he could bro out and be more confident."

"And now do you feel as though you embody all of those things, Trevor?" Wavell grinned and showed off his pearly whites knowingly.

"Well yeah, bro. I’m still fucking huge… but I feel so smart as well. My brain is bursting with as much knowledge as my muscles are with size!" The jock cockily gloated off, flexing his biceps beside his head.

Hearing that got a smile out of the interviewer. “That’s good Trevor. That means your merge was a balanced one. Not one half more potent than the other.”

He took a few extra notes. “Still… It’s a shame you can’t remember the actual process of it all.” The warlock was already getting ready to place a hand on Trevor’s forehead to induce a vision of that night as he had with a few others so that both he and Trevor could see it in more detail.

"Yeah, I kind of wish I did as well…” The brainy jock hummed until suddenly his eyes widened with realization. “Wait a fucking second, I *can* check that night out! I installed a hidden cam in Josh's room so that I can rewatch our sex scenes.”

His eyes then darted to the side a little again. “Wait, you put a camera in my room?!"

He mumbled to himself. “Hey, I didn’t post it anywhere.”

Trevor paused for a second as he remembered something. “Well… not anywhere public anyway.”

Standing up, the hunky jock took a deep breath and asked Wavell to wait on the couch for a second.

He made his way to Josh's bedroom which was obvious by the weights and football posters inside it. He dragged Josh’s desk chair and placed it in front of the corner shelves before stepping onto it. Trevor had underestimated his height as the moment he stood up straight he thudded his head on the ceiling, his thick skull absorbing the impact with a loud thunk. He rubbed his head as he stayed hunched.

“Ouch, whew, I’m tall now huh? Probably didn’t even need this chair. I’ve got to be at least 6’5” or something now. I’ve gotta measure myself soon.” He chuckled a bit as he reached over the top of the shelves, and produced a rather large boxy camera that was most likely powered by a single large battery.

“No wonder I never noticed this before. I rarely ever reach up here.” He looked at the small camera in his hand as he stepped off the chair before shoving it back in its place.

With the camera retrieved, Trevor picked up the laptop and the data cable from Josh’s table and returned to Wavell’s side. With his thick hands being both foreign and normal, it took him a minute to set up the camera with the laptop.

“One sec. I think this could answer what happened that night.” Trevor said as he scooched closer to Wavell until their thighs were pressed before placing the laptop on the suited man’s lap, trusting him completely.

“All I remember was the euphoric pleasure I described to you but that’s all really.” He shifted his sitting pose, the rod of his tenting his pants.

Wavell glanced to the crotch of the jock and could see the rod within the shorts. He couldn’t tell if this was from Trevor getting so intimately close to him or from David’s side remembering all those nights of rewatching the videos on that camera. Probably both.

The drive loaded and a bunch of videos with different dates popped up. Wavell pulled up the video that matched the night of The Homo-Bomb before executing it to run. The video player started and initially showed Josh’s empty, yet still messy, bedroom.

“Ah yeah, I set it to record things at set times for when we usually fuck.” Trevor chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head. “Thankfully I think it was recording when it happened.”

They fast-forwarded the video, watching as Josh soon went to bed. Wavell opted to slow the tape back down so they could watch the part where Josh was getting undressed, revealing his bulky body to the hidden camera. Trevor blushed a little but also couldn’t help getting an even more enormous hard-on.

Noticing this, Wavell smirked. “Rub yourself a little if you need to. I am.” The warlock lifted the laptop momentarily to reveal his bulge and his free hand groping at it.

Something like that would ordinarily have set off alarm bells for Trevor that this might not have been a normal interview but once again he found himself oblivious due to the subtle haze Wavell’s magical aura had put him under. Instead, he simply took the man’s advice and groped his crotch at the erotic sight of one of his former selves.

They watched on as eventually Josh went to bed, prompting them to fast-forward the video once more until the purple fog was located in the preview slider. The footage began playing normally as the fog descended onto the jock sleeping in only a pair of shorts…

———

David made his way into his clean and well-organized room as seen through the open doorway while Josh entered his messy room, oblivious to the small camera up on the shelf watching him keenly as he began to get undressed.

He peeled off his shirt and tossed it across the room before hopping onto his bed, keeping his shorts and athletic socks on. He grumbled a little, tossing and turning in bed for a while until he finally dozed off to sleep. Josh wouldn’t be asleep for long however as soon after he did, a purple fog began seeping into his room.

It wrapped itself around his body before pushing itself inside through any entrance it could find. Most of it went in through his mouth but some entered through his nose, ears, cock, ass and even just seeping through his very skin until all of the fog's magic had been absorbed. Instantly Josh became hard.

It was clear as day through the huge tent he was sporting in his shorts. This was a very common result across those who’d been touched by the homo-bomb’s magic.

In most it simply meant that their sexuality was being altered and that before long they’d be gay… except Josh, for the most part, was already gay. Most could assume it was the homo-bomb erasing what little bit of hetero he had but it would soon become clear that wasn’t the case.

“Mmmm fuuck David… David…” Josh started to groan in his sleep while groping at his boner. He wouldn’t stop grumbling about needing David. It sounded like he was having an intense wet dream but he would only continue to mumble about how they had to be together. They were two of the same.

That they had become one.

The kind of stuff you’d normally expect to hear from someone who’s utterly obsessed with another person. His cock jumped constantly at full length, begging to burst out of those shorts. Even as Josh’s eyes slowly fluttered open, waking him from his slumber, he continued to grumble about his boyfriend. “I… neeeed… David…”

Trevor himself was pursing his lips as he watched the video with the interviewer. It felt weird, watching what was essentially a porno with a stranger in his room.

Before long Josh started getting restless and looked as though he was about to get out of bed. Before he could though, his bedroom door creaked open, and in walked none other than David. But as the nerd walked into view of the hidden camera, it became clear that he was under the same spell as Josh.

He stood in only his underwear with a vacant expression and a huge bulge displaying his erection that pointed straight ahead. It might not have been as big as Josh’s but it was certainly respectable.

“Josh. I need you…” He began muttering the same phases the jock had been moments prior. “We need… to be together…”

He began following his dick and walked straight towards the bed. Towards Josh, who was eagerly waiting for him. It was like they were in some kind of horny trance that was drawing them towards one another. And it was working as within seconds David was practically falling into bed with Josh and the moment he did they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Kissing and groaning while they tugged off whatever clothes they had left on.

Trevor was moaning as memories bombarded his head, feeling more of the memories of that intimate time being replayed directly in his head. He couldn’t help it as he watched the video.

Pretty soon they were both buck naked as they pressed their bodies tightly together. David was on top while Josh hugged him tight from below, wrapping both his bulky arms and legs around the nerd.

Embracing this, David began thrusting their crotches together and frotting their cocks. Grinding his skinny 5-inch cock against Josh’s girth of 7 inches.

“Fuuuuck… fuuuuuckk… fuuuuck meeee!” David started to beg. “I need you inside me, Josh! I need you inside me!” He thrusted himself harder against his boyfriend while his asshole began to pulse. Hungry for dick.

It was the only way they could get even closer than they currently were. And they needed to be closer. So much closer. So as much as he didn’t want to stop hugging David, Josh agreed. In the end his cock was just as eager to plunge deep inside.

They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, seeing the magical purple glow coming from them but not thinking anything of it. It didn’t matter to them.

Instead, Josh tugged David on for one last big kiss, smashing their lips together and kissing deeply before finally releasing his smaller boyfriend and maneuvering their bodies to get in position. He moved out from under David before pushing the nerd down onto his stomach.

Ordinarily, Josh would eat David’s ass out a little and prepare him for what was to come but they were both far too impatient for that. And so, like a horny animal, Josh slammed his cock inside David’s hole as fast as he could causing the nerd to yelp in pain and satisfaction as Josh plunged himself as deep as he could go.

He buried himself to the hilt with a dumb grin as the recording camera blinked in the corner of the room. “So deep… wanna be… deeper.” Josh groaned out as he slowly pumped his cock inside the man below.

He soon started to rest his body weight on top of his boyfriend, lying on top of David while wrapping his hands around him from behind while continuing to bury his cock nice and deep.

And David welcomed it lovingly. Feeling Josh’s large muscled body pressing down on him from above while his hole was filled with dick felt almost euphoric.

He didn’t want to move or be anywhere else. Just like Josh he only wished to be closer… and that’s exactly what the homo-bomb was about to grant.

It began with Josh’s cock.

Something inside him told him to just go for it and plunge as deep as he possibly could. So he pulled back a little, steadied himself, and without warning rammed his cock deep inside David as he possibly could. Balls slapping against the nerd's ass as the jock’s cock disappeared inside the hole.

In doing so both men let out a deep moan as Josh’s cock began fusing with David’s hole making it impossible for Josh to pull back out.

They should’ve been mortified at the realization but it only turned them on more with how amazing it felt to be attached. Connected at last.

So much so that Josh continued to hump David as best he could despite it all.

Josh kissed along the back of David’s neck lovingly as they gave in to the magic. Completely oblivious to what it was doing to them. They were so focused on staying as close as possible that they didn’t even realize their bodies were slowly becoming more and more stuck together.

Josh’s chest began merging into David’s back. David’s ass merged further into Josh’s pelvis as even the jock’s balls became stuck to David’s taint. Even Josh’s hands which were still wrapped around David’s body gradually sank in.

But the camera caught it all.

It was hard for it to pick up on the small details at first but it soon became clear even on video that the couple was slowly sinking more and more into one another’s bodies. But even so, their moans only grew.

As their bodies became intertwined, so did their sensations.

Josh began to feel the writhing pleasure of David’s cock as it bucked below them as well as the sensation of being filled by his own dick. And David started to feel as though he were fucking his own ass!

They shared every little sensation. Perceiving everything the other felt and more! It was far beyond anything they’d felt before. Almost otherworldly!

From the camera’s point of view, it looked like something straight out of a sci-fi movie.

It soon became clear that their bodies weren’t just becoming stuck together as their legs finally sunk into one another completely leaving behind just one pair of large muscular legs between them.

They were merging!

Josh’s cock was absorbed and added on to David’s length, making their new shared cock thicker and longer to the point where it exceeded both of their former manhoods with a girthy shaft that sat at an impressive 9 inches.

At the same time, David’s ass was absorbed as well, adding to Josh’s already thick butt and giving them a bigger rounder jock butt to share.

By this point, everything below their waist had become one and they knew it. Both men moaned about how great it felt to share one pair of longer buffer legs and a giant cock.

Now instead of Josh humping David, they were humping the bed sheets below them together.

Josh’s arms that’d been wrapped around David’s torso soon disappeared inside and their mass was redistributed towards David’s skinny arms. They could both feel it as their now shared arms grew thicker with muscle. All of Josh’s hard-earned size combined with whatever small amount of muscle David had to create two huge powerful arms for them to share and flex together.

At the same time, their torsos were pulled closer and closer together until they finally became one. They shared a pair of large juicy pecs and cobbled abs between them along with a wide back and massive boulder-like shoulders! Their entire body having combined into one hunky form with the only thing left being their heads.

The pair continued to fill the room with their moans but as they did, their voices started getting mixed up! It sounded as though Josh’s deep voice was coming from David’s mouth and vice versa.

But they didn’t care. As far as they were concerned they shared everything now.

Josh let out one last guttural groan before pressing his face against the back of David’s head and allowing it to sink inside. In doing so David’s face then began to twist and contort as his features started to mix with Josh’s, slowly becoming a perfect balance between the two as even their voices merged into one.

All until there was nothing left of the two individual men. Only one who represented them both.

Feeling that they were finally complete, they let out a joyous roar of pleasure. Finally having become the embodiment of their desires! A feeling so incredible that they couldn’t help blowing the fastest load of their lives together all over the sheets below and onto their stomach. Their massive new dick shooting jets of their new potent seed. So much so that they ended up passing out face down on the bed in a pool of their cum…

It wouldn’t be until they woke up the next morning that they’d get a chance to see their new combined self in the mirror for the first time

———

Trevor wanted to be embarrassed. Who wouldn’t be!?

This interviewer had pretty much just watched a porn video of his two former selves fucking before merging to become Trevor!

He should’ve been mortified and yet, thanks to Wavell’s calming and erotic aura, Trevor had found himself plunging a hand into his shorts and jerking his massive meat.

“I promise I don’t remember *any* of that Mr Wavell…” Trevor pleaded as he jerked. “All I remember is that we both went to sleep in our beds and when we woke up… I was me.”

His mind rewound to yesterday morning when he’d first awoken as Trevor. Face down on Josh’s bed with a puddle of half-dried cum beneath him. Now he knew why.

Wavell put a hand on Trevor’s shoulder and smiled. “I believe you. Sometimes a transformation like that can be so intense that you don’t even remember it happening.” He then nodded towards the video. “Case and point.”

The warlock then closed up the laptop and moved it off the side, once again revealing the bulge in his suit pants after watching such a hot merge unfold. “It’s a shame though. Looks like you really enjoyed yourselves.” He smirked, groping his crotch a little.

Trevor was so enthralled by Wavell’s mere presence alone that it overpowered his desire to question the man. He didn’t care that this interviewer was getting just as horny as he was after watching that video or that he seemed to be strangely familiar with what happened to Trevor.

None of it mattered right now.

“So Trevor. I can’t help but notice you’re struggling to unify yourself.” Wavell began, rubbing a hand along the nerd-jock hybrid’s thick pecs. “You can’t speak as one yet. You need to take turns controlling your form.”

“Y-yes! It’s like… playing a single-player game where we have to keep passing the controller back and forth.” Trevor confirmed, bouncing his pecs absentmindedly as Wavell rubbed them. “Kinda like our bodies are one but… our brains are separate?” He was confused about his figure of speech as well.

“That’s an apt description. Usually, when a merge like this occurs it can take some time before the two separate minds can work as a single unit.” Wavell started with a hopeful tone and gave him a reassuring smile.

“However in time the two of you will be able to share thoughts non-verbally and eventually will be able to control your new body in unison as if you were always one person. Your interests and personalities will slowly meld together until eventually, you’ll just be Trevor. Inside and out.” The warlock nodded at his growing smile, happy that he could truly be one.

“And how long will that take? Days?” Trevor asked with trepidation and excited expectation.

Wavell hummed slightly as his hand drifted beneath Trevor’s shirt and began feeling his abs. “Hmmm more like… months to years.” He shrugged. “But if you want I can speed up the process for you.”

Trevor mulled it over, his two minds discussing their situation.

Of course, they enjoyed having a sense of individuality but it certainly wasn’t efficient. It took them twice as long to make decisions on anything and they were bound to have disagreements over who was in control of their body. In the long run, it was only gonna cause problems for them.

That said, they decided it’d probably be better if they became one sooner rather than later. “Let’s do it then. Speed me up. Make us whole.”

“Alright then. But first, I think I should introduce you to someone…” Wavell smirked before standing and closing his eyes.

There was a moment of silence as Trevor watched on curiously. But the silence was swiftly broken by Wavell letting out a roar before bursting out of his tailored suit with a sudden growth of gigantic muscle.

His biceps and thighs, pecs, and back all ripping the suit to shreds before the material began reshaping itself into more comfortable gym wear.

Following that, Wavell’s silver hair was replaced by a ginger-blonde color while his face grew younger and more jock-like until his transformation was finally complete.

“Ahhhh that’s better… nice and huge. I haven’t been out to play since I threw that damn Homo-bomb.” Kyle Wavell commented while rolling his neck a little before flexing.

Trevor was too stunned to speak. So far he’d just been going along with everything but this was something else! That hot middle-aged interviewer just transformed into a jock before his very eyes!

Yet as insane as it was, his cock couldn’t help drooling pre-cum at the sight and making a wet patch in his shorts.

Seeing this Wavell grinned cockily. “Don’t worry big man. A lot of people who see this side of me have that reaction.”

He stood over Trevor, looking down at him past his huge pecs. “I thought I’d show you that you’re not the only one to have more than one person inside them.”

Trevor’s eyes widened. “You mean… you’re a merge? Like me??” He couldn’t even think of the fact that this jock was the cause.

“Well… not exactly. I work more as a hive-mind I guess. It’s not as strange as it sounds though.”

He tapped the side of his head. “There is only one mind in charge that makes decisions and controls this body and that’s yours truly, Wavell. However, I’ve absorbed two other dudes into myself and it’s their bodies that I use.” He made a number two with his fingers. “For example right now I’m tapping into Kyle. Using his young meathead body while also drawing on his personality all while the real Kyle is still buried deep inside me. The same goes for Chris, the version of me you’d been talking to up until now. They’re both just parts of me now that I can use whenever I please.” He explained with a smirk, closing one finger for each persona he described.

“Do they… like it?” Trevor questioned, somewhat nervously.

Wavell laughed. “They might not have been willing at first but as soon as they were a part of me they realized how much of a privilege it is bro. Being able to bathe in the vast ocean of magic for the rest of their lives. For them being a part of me is like having a constant never-ending orgasm. Sometimes I’ll even check in on them to find them making out and fucking.”

Wavell shuffled back onto the couch, sitting his huge frame on Trevor’s lap and rubbing his big muscle ass against Trevor’s bulge. “So yeah. They like it.”

Trevor gulped.

By this point, he hardly knew what he was hearing. All he knew was that this guy was anything but an ordinary interviewer.

Before he could do or say anything else, however, he felt this new hunk’s lips being pressed against his own. Kissing him long and deep. In an instant all of his doubts and worries about what or who the hell Wavell was melted away into nothing.

“So. How about we get you fully melded together bro,” Wavell stated, breaking the kiss. “This is gonna be hot as fuck.”

He rolled his ass over Trevor’s crotch, teasing him a little more, before finally standing back up and whipping out his cock. It was fat, heavy, and intimidating just like Trevor’s. “Now the way this is gonna work is you’re gonna suck me off until I bust down that gorgeous throat of yours. From there my magic cum will take care of the rest.”

It sounded like some kind of perverted prank yet as Wavell slowly edged his thick cock closer to Trevor’s mouth, the merged hunk couldn’t help but believe the mysterious man before wrapping his lips around the tip.

Wavell let out a satisfied grunt as the merged adonis began slowly taking more and more of the cock in his mouth, allowing it to slide in, inch by inch. All the while sucking and lapping up any precum he could get from the warlock. That delicious saltiness slowly drove him mad with lust.

Since the moment Wavell showed up at his doorstep, the thought of sucking the silver daddy’s cock had been lurking in the back of his mind and now that Wavell had become this hulking jock, that desire had bubbled over completely.

Truth be told Josh was never very good at sucking dick. He tried of course but they always knew David was the master when it came to dick-sucking. Hence David took control over Trevor for this part. Putting to use all the cock sucking skills he’d learned over the years.

He took as much of Wavell’s fat rod as he could before running his tongue along the shaft and suctioning the tip only to deep throat it again moments later.

Going through all the motions to service Wavell’s cock as best he could. Even stopping from time to time so he could suck on the warlock’s balls a little before returning to the leaking dick above.

“Mmmm yeah. Good boy.” Wavell grunted while rubbing Trevor’s head.

This went on for a good while as Trevor soon wrapped his hands around Wavell’s waist to keep him from moving, not the warlock planned on going anywhere.

The pair were completely oblivious to the time. Trevor was simply sucking away happily in an attempt to drain the fat balls before him and before long 20 minutes had flown by without them even realizing it!? He must’ve been more entranced by Wavell’s cock than he thought.

Wavell pounded the back of Trevor’s throat, feeling himself getting close at last. His balls began to churn as Trevor had already blown multiple loads over himself by this point.

Yet as Wavell continued to throat fuck his most recent interviewee, he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he’d been having a little too much fun with these interviews.

Hell Chris Wavell had been doing them all up until now, the side of him that was supposed to be more mature and level-headed, and yet still half of the interviews ended with him getting sucked off. Oh well. He was getting the results he wanted so what was the harm?

Before long Trevor let out a long muffled groan as Wavell shot a thick load of cum into his mouth and right away he felt its power going to work.

As he drank the rich ball batter, Trevor could feel his two minds merging. The line between Josh and David was quickly becoming blurred as if Wavell’s cum was the glue sticking them together.

Forging them into one mind. One consciousness.

Wavell certainly wasn’t lying when he said his magic cum would take care of the rest.

After a few intense moments, Wavell could tell his work was done and slowly pulled his saliva-coated cock out before tucking it away.

Meanwhile, Trevor was silent for a moment, trying to comprehend the change.

He still had all the memories and experiences of both Josh and David but now he felt like his own person. Like all of his thoughts were finally straightforward and linear, not needing to be a decision between two minds.

It was incredible! He felt truly complete at last! He felt… perfect.

“I’ll be honest bro. I could’ve just completed your merge without the face fucking but seeing that video got me so damn riled up!” The hulking warlock admitted.

“To make it up to ya I’ll toss in a freebie and alter your reality to make life easier for you my man.” With that Wavell placed a heavy hand on Trevor’s forehead and focused.

Merging as many aspects of his two former lives as possible. Making it so the world believed Trevor always existed and his sums did not. Giving him a mix of friend groups, giving him one of each parent (Josh’s father and David’s mother) while the other two parents were family friends, keeping Josh’s Sports Studies course as a major while minoring in Physiology on David’s side.

All that and more to perfectly blend the two lives into one. Blending them into Trevor.

“Woah.” Was all Trevor could say as Wavell removed his hand. “I… don’t know what to say…”

He looked down at his hands, finally feeling as though they were his and something he shared with someone else.

“You don’t have to say anything dude. My execution of the Homo-Bomb might’ve been a *tinnny* bit sloppy but if your desire to merge was strong enough to cause my magic to deviate that dramatically then it was probably meant to be.” Wavell gave the merged hunk a wink.

“Besides, this was pretty fun for me. Anomalies like this make it fun. Not to mention I got some pretty good notes!” He glanced over towards the notepad he’d set down before transforming earlier. “Speaking of, I don’t feel like finishing those off. That’s all Chris.”

In an instant, the warlock’s massive muscles began to deflate once again to a still impressive but much more modest size.

His face grew more mature and his hair turned silver once more.

Within moments the dashing Chris Wavell had returned with the gym clothes Kyle had created morphed back into a fitted suit. He straightened his tie a little and smiled. “Well. I suppose my work here is done.”

He grabbed the notepad and checked over the notes he’d made earlier before adding some extra ones. “Interviewing you has been quite the treat Trevor. You’re one of a kind in this little experiment of mine.” He explained while writing.

“I wish I could stay and chat longer with you but there’s still more subjects I must att-“ Wavell was cut off as he was suddenly wrapped up in a big hug.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” Trevor exclaimed, holding the warlock tight and even lifting him up off his feet for a moment.

“Oh. Uhmm… you're welcome Trevor.” Wavell responded awkwardly.

It was rare he ever received something like a hug from anyone besides his boyfriend. It was strange but… nice. Though he wasn’t much of a hugging person he just sort of patted Trevor’s back.

Trevor didn’t mind though. Not one bit. He just wanted to show Wavell how grateful he was!

“I feel as though you’ve made me everything I was always meant to be. Everything Josh and David wished they could be!” He continued as he slowly released his grip on the suited man.

“I don’t know exactly what that Homo-Bomb thing is that you were on about but I’m so glad you made it! You’re a hero…” He leaned in and gave Wavell a big kiss on the cheek causing the all-powerful warlock to blush slightly.

“Hero huh?…” Wavell pondered on the word. He’d never really seen himself as a force for good or evil.

Just a force.

But he couldn’t deny how hearing that made his heart flutter just a little.

“Well. It was my pleasure, my dear friend. I hope now you can lead an even more fulfilling life than your former selves did.” He gave Trevor a sincere pat on the shoulder.

“Oh, and I probably shouldn’t have told you about the Homo-Bomb. As far as everyone is concerned, I’m just investigating the event.” Wavell twirled the pen in his fingers and spun it onto his ear.

“Usually I’d erase your memories… but if you can promise to keep it between us then I’ll let you remember.” He smirked with a purpose.

“Of course. I won’t tell a soul.” Trevor confirmed with a big smile.

“Good. Well in that case I’ll be on my way. I might come back to visit sometime though to see how you’re getting on.” Wavell made his way towards the door, Trevor following close behind him. “Oh, and you should probably change those shorts.” He said, turning around and glancing down at the huge wet patch Trevor had from cumming over himself earlier.

With that, the Warlock said his farewell to the new completely merged man and was finally on his way towards his last handful of subjects.

Dane had been doing a good job at interviewing a lot of them so it was going to be fun to compare notes once they were finished. Speaking of, he should probably read over what he got written down…

———

Trevor Griffin (David and Josh). 21 years of age. College students studying both Physiology and Sports Studies. Two different birthdays converses with himself and has twice the amount of residual magic in his body.

Before the Homo-Bomb he was two people, David and Josh.

They were acquaintances in high school and found themselves forming a romantic connection after moving in together for college.

Quite the surprise since they seemed to be social opposites. They started a relationship shortly after Josh went through a breakup and claim to have been very happy but always found themselves desiring more.

Being envious of the things the other has achieved but in a way that made them feel as though they were parts of the same whole.

Josh wishes he was smarter and David wishes he were buffer and more confident.

These desires seem to have been so strong that they created an anomaly when they were affected by the Homo-Bomb.

Camera footage from Josh’s bedroom shows that, unlike most others who underwent individual changes, they were instead drawn to one another in an extremely intimate way.

David is seen being lured into Josh’s bedroom by the magic where the two of them made love until they started fusing into one being.

That being would be Trevor. A seemingly perfect mix between the two.

Trevor didn’t have any memory of this merge until he was shown the recording. His physical body is perfect however his two minds are not.

On the inside, David and Josh are still separate beings who are struggling to control their shared form.

This is something that likely would resolve itself in time however I decided to help them along and merge their minds myself.

With my help, they’re now a complete fusion with a new reality to go along with it.

That said I’m baffled that the Homo-Bomb would deviate to this degree. I know that I should’ve been more careful and performing such a new and experimental spell as Kyle probably wasn’t the best idea but this case truly goes to show just how unpredictable magic can be when not perfected.

I’ll need to keep this in mind when I next try to perform the Homo-Bomb.

Once again, however, despite them not being my intention, I’m pleased with these results nonetheless.

Seeing such an intelligent hunk such as Trevor be born out of this spell is quite a delight and he seemed to think the same judging by how grateful he was after figuring out I was the one that caused all this. I’ve allowed him to keep his memories for now as long as he keeps all this secret.

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ok but now i’m curious about when and how jo call end yn mama for the first time

Golden Sparks Josie is ten. It's been fun revisiting this family 1.3k enjoy!

“Do you think Mom or Mumma is better?” Josie asked Harry as he finished braiding her hair. Josie didn’t like Harry doing her hair, but Y/N had an early morning. She didn’t want to wake Jo up early and instead had Harry promise to do his best.

“Think Mom is normal and common here,” Harry answers, his ten-year-old daughter.

She furrowed her eyebrows, “don’t think she likes normal.”

“I’m normal,” Harry defends.

Josie shrugs in the mirror, “not in my eyes.”

Harry deflated because he is a dork at heart, but his daughter didn’t need to be so blunt. “You need to be nicer to your old man.”

Josie laughs loudly in her bathroom. “You’re not old, Dad.”

He pats her shoulders, gesturing he’s done, and follows her to the kitchen, where he will make her breakfast before her game. Y/N promised to meet her there and was sorry she couldn’t drive her there. Jo assured her it was okay. Y/N hadn’t missed a game and wouldn’t be starting now.

“Do you think she’ll like that I call her Mum?” Josie asks Harry, returning to their earlier conversation.

Harry nods, “she’s been in your life for two years. I’d say she fits the role.”

“Just because she’s with you doesn’t make her my mother.”

He sighs because he knows where Josie is coming from. After everything she experienced with her mother, he knows why she’s hesitant to call Y/N a name with so much meaning. After all, she had a mom once, and it wasn’t so good. Maybe calling Y/N Mum or Mumma would be another way of Josie to reclaim the word and give them all a new meaning.

“Y/N loves you, Josephine. She’s loved you since you opened up to her when you joined the team. Sometimes, I feel like Y/N knows you better than I do. And you’re my kid,” Harry shares. “She’s engaged to me, but it unites us all as a family when we marry. Even if we don’t share the same last name, the three of us will become one family.”

“We can take hers,” Josie suggests.

Harry kisses her head. “We’d have to talk with her about that too.”

“Do you think she considers me hers–like her child?”

Harry wishes he had all the answers for Josie, but he doesn’t, though this answer is one he’s confident in. Y/N talks about all of Josie’s accomplishments, sharing them with her family. “I can’t speak to her. I do know that every I love you she’s ever told you is real. She’s lived with us for over a year.” Y/N had been right by Harry’s side for every parent meeting open house and picked up Josie from school most of the time. She was a mother in all ways but one.

“Didn’t we move in?” Josie corrects him.

“Alright, you smarty pants,” Harry shakes his head. “You can start walking to your game.”

“Dad,” Josie drags out his name.

He swings her bag over his shoulder, thankful he had already set the cooler in the car. “Kidding, now off we go. You’re mum,” he teases, is big on punctuality.

Arriving at the field, Y/N is already there and has the first drill for warm-up set up. There is already a dad talking to her, and Harry’s sure it’s Dana’s dad who’s been chatting her up, even with the engagement ring on her finger. After last week's practice, Harry may have gone a little overboard with the PDA, but the guy can’t take a hint. Thankfully, Josie quickly runs over to her, and the man excuses himself.

His heart warms seeing his two favorite people, Y/N quick to kiss her cheek and commenting on Josie’s lopsided braids. He tried, but there is no one better than Y/N, that’s for sure. Harry sets his chair close to the girls' bench because while Y/N is focused during the game, he manages to steal a kiss or two during a throw-in or a corner if he’s lucky.

Y/N is now crouched down, tying Josie’s shoes. They’re whispering to each other about something, but Harry doesn’t dare interrupt. Y/N pats Josie’s knees and tells her she’s all good to go. One last hug and his little girl is running onto the field, where the assistant coach stands with a few other girls. The girls always liked terrorizing Kate, wanting to know about her three cats.

“Darling,” Harry sings. “Missed you.”

Y/N steps into his open arms, laying her head on his chest. “Love you, sorry I had to leave so early.”

“All forgiven now.” Y/N grins. “Only if I get to pick where we eat?” Harry knows she loves choosing, but he wants today to be special.

“Mexican?”

Harry kisses her lips. “You read my mind.”

“Did Jo seem a bit jittery to you?” Y/N changes the subject. “She’s usually calm before a game.”

Harry frowns, “did she say anything new to you?”

Y/N shakes her head.

“Then no, I have no idea.”

Weird answer Y/N thought, but decided to brush it off. “Alright, love. I’m off.”

“Hate to see you leave, but love to watch you go,” he whispered.

“Dork!” Y/N shouted.

The game went well, with Golden Sparks winning 3-1 with Josie giving two assists. Y/N was waving goodbye to her players when he spotted Josie lingering away. Juliet followed Y/N’s every move, still as in awe of her aunt as when Harry first met her. Juliet got called away by Xavier, who was dealing with two toddlers. Y/N kissed her niece goodbye, promising to see her tomorrow for the pool party Y/N was hosting to celebrate the start of summer.

“Job well done, Jo.” Y/N swings Josie’s bag over her shoulder while Harry takes Y/N’s. She playfully tugs it back but lets it slip when Harry looks sternly at her.

“Are we eating at home?” Jo asks them.

Y/N smiles down at Josie. “Your dad wants Mexican. You alright with that?”

“Perfect. Can I have the keys?” Y/N offers her own, knowing Josie prefers to ride with Y/N after a game.

Josie hugs her waist tight. “I’m riding with Mum, Dad.”

Y/N freezes in place as she processes what Josie called her. Harry is right by her side, failing to hold back his grin.

Josie called her Mom. She heard it clear as day. Josie said it so confidently it was as if she’d been calling her that all her life.

“Did-did she call me?” She stutters.

Harry laughs, “you heard her, baby.”

Y/N’s eyes welled up with tears. She tries to hold them back but lets them fall as Harry embraces her.

She drops the bag on her shoulder, knowing Harry would pick it up, and tells him to make their food order to go. Y/N kisses Harry, muttering against his lips how much she loves him, and then takes off running to her car, eager to see her little girl and see if she’d call her Mom once more.

Y/N swings open the door on the right side where Josie always sits. She’s singing along to the radio, the AC on blast, and Y/N hugs her.

“Mumma, what’s going on?”

“I love you so much, baby. So much. You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me and your dad. Don’t know what I did to deserve someone as amazing as you to choose me as their Mom.” Y/N cries, not able to hide her emotions.

Jo hugs her tiger, “I love you too, Mum.”

Y/N wants to live in this moment forever but knows they should get home. “Let’s go home, Jo.”

“Stevie Nicks, Mum?”

“Perfect choice.”

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btsqualityy · 10 months

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BTS Dating Series #15: Insecurities

Members x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, fluff

Summary: Insecurities pop up in every relationship. These are yours/his.

Warnings: None to note.

Kim Seokjin

You and Jin were laid out on the bed in his bedroom, your lips pressed against his as the two of you made out. It had been a hectic week for the both of you with your jobs so once the two of you finally saw each other, it didn’t take long for you to be on each other.

“Mmm, that feels good Jinnie,” you moaned as Jin’s lips trailed downwards and attached themselves to your neck.

“Good baby, good,” he murmured huskily and you bit your lip as you contemplated your next move. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you reached down and set your hand on the crotch of Jin’s pants, squeezing his growing bulge gently.

“Jagi?” Jin mumbled as he pulled away from your neck in order to look at your face. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Why do you ask?”

“You’re touching me,” he chuckled, reaching down and pulling your hand off of his crotch and instead intertwining your fingers with his. “You never do that.”

“Did you not like it?”

“I did but I’m curious as to why you did it so suddenly,” he said and you sighed heavily at how well your boyfriend knew you.

“Well, I thought you must be getting tired of the same old routine that we do, you know?” You began. “Us making out but it never going any further.”

“But you’re not ready for that yet.”

“I could be,” you shrugged noncommittedly and Jin just sighed.

“Baby, you don’t have to try to force yourself to do anything that you don’t want to just because you think I’m getting bored,” Jin stated firmly. “I love you and that means I’m willing to wait as long as you need me to, ok?”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely and whenever you do decide that you’re ready, I’ll be ready too. More than ready, actually,” he joked, making you laugh. “I love you, Y/N-ah.”

“I love you too,” you smiled before kissing him again.

Min Yoongi

“You look so handsome,” you cooed once Yoongi walked up to you backstage at the MMA awards. Since your relationship still wasn’t common knowledge, the two of you had avoided walking the carpet together and once Yoongi had gone for his photo opps with the members, he came right back to you.

“You look pretty fucking good yourself,” Yoongi smirked, making you smile as you fixed the lapel on his blazer.

“Y/N? Is that you?” A voice called and when you turned around, you were surprised to see your ex-boyfriend, Choi Ji-ho, walking towards you.

“Ji,” you smiled, giving him a short one-armed hug as he pressed a kiss to your cheek in greeting. “How are you?”

“I’m good, here to present the award for Artist of The Year,” Ji-ho replied. “What about you?”

“I’m here supporting my boyfriend and his group,” you said as you turned to glance at Yoongi. “Ji, this is my boyfriend Min Yoongi. Yoongs, this is my ex Choi Ji-ho.”

“Ah, Suga from BTS, right?” Ji-ho wondered.

“Yep. And you’re an...actor?” Yoongi muttered.

“That’s me,” Ji-ho chuckled. “Wow, Y/N-ah. I remember you said you’d never date another well known person after me.”

“Well, what can I say?” You smiled as you wrapped your arm around Yoongi’s. “He’s pretty special.”

“He has to be, to have bagged you,” Ji-ho smiled sadly. “Well, I’ll get going and let you two enjoy yourselves. Have a good night.”

“You too,” you replied as you watched him turn and walk away. You then turned to look at Yoongi, who was biting his lip and avoiding eye contact with you. “He means nothing to me.”

“I didn’t say anything,” he muttered.

“Yeah but I know you,” you continued. “I’m with you because you know me better and treat me better than Ji-ho or any other shithead I’ve ever dated has.”

“Call them a shithead again,” Yoongi suddenly requested with a smile. “Makes me feel better.”

“Come on, Drama King,” you laughed as you began to pull him towards your seats.

Kim Namjoon

“Y/N-ah, have you seen this?” Namjoon huffed as he flopped down next to where you were sitting on the couch, engrossed in a book.

“What’s that?” You murmured without even looking up at him.

“Scientists have this new working theory about space and it’s so interesting,” he began before he began to ramble on about the newest finding. As he talked, you looked up and as hard as you tried to pay attention, you just couldn’t make sense of the words your boyfriend was saying. Now, this was typical for you in all honesty but that very realization left you unsettled. You found yourself confused often whenever Namjoon went on random tangents about things that he found interesting and it made you feel....less than, almost.

“Y/N-ah, you ok?” Namjoon stopped himself after noticing the spaced out look on your face.

“I just,” you sighed before deciding to be truthful. “I just can never follow you when you talk about things like this.”

“That’s ok,” he shrugged.

“No, seriously,” you said. “And it makes me feel a little dumb sometimes.”

“You are literally the smartest person I know,” Namjoon chuckled in disbelief. “So what you don’t know about theories and space? That doesn’t matter me to. The fact that you even listen to me when I’m rambling is more than enough for me.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he nodded. “I love you for you, all of you.”

“I love you too,” you smiled before leaning over and kissing him firmly.

Jung Hoseok

You stood against a wall in the midst of the bustling album release party, swirling your drink in your hand as you watched the crowd. Hobi had been invited to Drunken Tiger JK’s latest album release party and as his girlfriend, he naturally invited you along as his date.

You’ve always known your boyfriend was a social butterfly; hell, it was how you even met him in the first place. However, seeing him make his way around the entire room and have what seemed to be the most engaging conversations with each and every person he came across made you feel a little....weird. You didn’t feel like jealous was the right word to describe how you were feeling but the more you watched your boyfriend laugh animatedly with some girls in a corner, it was the only word that you could come up with.

“Hey!” Hobi exclaimed as he made his way over to you. “Feels like I haven’t seen you since we got here.”

“I’ve just been here, enjoying the view,” you smiled softly.

“Nah, something else has to be up,” he deduced correctly. “You’d usually be three drinks deep by now and dancing horribly.”

“Hey!”

“Just saying,” he chuckled. “Now, what’s up?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “It just takes me off guard when I see you being so...friendly.”

“Am I supposed to be a jerk?”

“Not at all,” you shook your head. “Never mind, forget that I said anything. It’s stupid.”

“Hey, how you feel is never stupid,” Hobi stated firmly. “I admit, I can be unaware of how things may look and though you know my intentions, you can’t help how you feel, right?”

“Pretty much.”

“So, I’ll make sure to be more mindful of that for you,” he promised. “Is that ok?”

“More than,” you smiled before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

Park Jimin

“Fuck,” you sighed heavily as you walked up the stairs towards your apartment. You had had a long and insanely busy day at work and once your shift was finally over, you basically ran out of the building before booking it to your car.

After you took out your keys and unlocked the front door, you walked inside and shut the door behind you. As soon as you turned around though, you were met with a visibly angry looking Park Jimin.

“Jimin-ssi?” You smiled softly. “What are you doing here?”

“Where have you been?” He demanded to know from his place on the couch and you instantly arched a brow at his tone.

“I was at work,” you told him as you worked on taking off your shoes. “You know that.”

“Do I?” He wondered and you scoffed as you began to walk over to him. “I texted you earlier and you never responded. You always respond to me.”

“It was a busy day,” you shrugged as you sat down next to him. “I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“Well, it is,” Jimin declared. “I always start to worry when I don’t hear from you, especially when you’re at work because you have so much going on. I can’t help it.”

“Aww Jimin-ssi,” you smiled, leaning over and pressing a soft and slow kiss to his lips that lasted a few seconds before you pulled away. “I appreciate you worrying for me and I promise, I’ll try to keep you updated as much as I can.”

“Alright,” he huffed.

“Still mad at me?” You whispered as you leaned over and began pressing open mouthed kisses against his jawline. “If you are, I can make it up to you.”

“I don’t think you can but you can try,” Jimin chuckled and you smirked knowingly.

Kim Taehyung

“Oh my fucking God,” Taehyung gasped as you walked into the room. You had put on your best dress, per Taehyung’s instructions, for the date that the two of you were going on.

“Like it?” You smiled as you twirled in a little circle.

“I love it,” he nodded as he held his hand out to you, waiting until you grabbed onto it to pull your body closer to his. “You look so beautiful, Y/N-ah.”

“Thank you,” you replied before giving him a quick peck on the lips. “So, where are we going for dinner?”

“Mino’s,” Taehyung announced proudly and you couldn’t stop the way that you face fell slightly. Your boyfriend, being ever the perceptive being, noticed right away. “What’s wrong?”

“We’re always eating or going out to some fancy restaurant,” you began. “And there’s nothing wrong with that but it just seems like you fit into places like that so well and I don’t.”

“Ok, that’s fair,” he acknowledged. “But you don’t have to worry about that, you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you fit with me,” he told you, making a wide smile appear on your face. “Wherever I am is where you belong, and the same goes for me.”

“Same here,” you whispered.

“Now, what do you think about me canceling our reservations and us having a fancy, dressed up movie and pizza night here?” Taehyung suggested.

“Sounds perfect.”

Jeon Jungkook

“What is up with you?” Jungkook sighed, following behind you as you made your way into your bedroom. The two of you had just come from the MAMA awards, your first awards show as a couple, and you had been suspiciously silent towards the end of the show and on the ride home.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrugged.

“Yeah right,” he chuckled. “You’ve been quiet and you’re never quiet so come on, tell me.”

“It’s dumb,” you mumbled as you took your heels off. “But it’s when IU was performing and you were loosing your shit.”

“I always lose my shit when IU performs,” Jungkook laughed. “And you should know, you lose your shit with me half the time.”

“No I know but when one of the cameras focused on you, it just made me feel weird.”

“Ok, what exactly did it make you feel like?”

“Do you ever regret not going for your ideal type, a girl like IU?” You questioned suddenly. “I mean, I’m nothing like her but you’re with me.”

“And that’s for a reason,” Jungkook chuckled. “Sure, you might not have been what I thought was my ideal type but it doesn’t matter because you’re everything I didn’t even realize I was looking for.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he nodded. “I don’t know what I’d do without you baby.”

“Same here,” you smiled before wrapping your arms around his neck. “Now, how many rounds of sex do you want for all of the amazing wins you and the members got tonight?”

“How about 5, one for every award?” He suggested.

“Hm, tough order but I think I can make that happen for you,” you smirked before kissing him passionately.

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harrysmmm · 11 months

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hello, love! i originally put this in the comments but it might get lost in your notifications. anyway, if you are up for it, do you mind writing a second part for magically annoying? i need jealous draco 😩 anyway, if you do it may you please tag me in the comments or something so i am brought back and dont forget? thanks so much! dont feel pressured to write it 🩷🫶🏻

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Draco Malfoy x Y/N (f!reader)

Setting: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Summary: where Harry and Draco have a crush on you at the same time and they both ask you to the yule ball. (part two)

part 1

W/C: 2.4K

Taglist: @mrsmikaelsxn @Iail1010

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Mixed feelings. That’s how you would describe the way you felt at that moment.

You were staring at yourself in the mirror. A long velvet dress was framing your body, embellishing every edge, every curve of it. Your shoulders were naked, leaving your collarbones with no room for imagination. You paired up the dress with cream high-heels that matched your hand purse.

“I swear this pin on my hair won’t stay put,” Hermione said from the other side of the room.

“I can’t believe you don’t have a spell for that, Hermione,” you teased a little bit.

“There’s no reason for a spell for hair, Y/N.” She approached your mirror and stood next to you. “Besides, I’ve tried to cast one and it’s not possible.”

“Are you guys talking about hair spells?” Luna Lovegood was standing at the doorframe of your dormitory. How the hell did she get in the Gryffindor common room? “I know a bunch of them. I made these two-side ponytails with one of them.”

“Well… you shouldn’t be here Luna!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Cool it off,” you advised here.

“I mean, this is the Gryffindor area. You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Neville let me in. I’m going with him to the ball. Apparently, Ginny ditched on him. How curious, I thought she was after him, but guess she’s not.”

“Well, you look stunning, Luna,” you added. She did look pretty, in her own way. She was wearing an aluminium dress, or that’s what it looked like, coupled with hanging balls of cotton on the edges. Her face was decorated with shiny, glittery makeup.

“Thank you, Y/N. Your dress is really pretty, it highlights your body. I’m sure Harry is going to think the same.”

The name had been dropped. Harry. Harry Potter. Harry Bloody Potter. That was your date to the ball. After the incident with Malfoy, Harry was by far your safest bet. And besides, he did ask you first.

You had spent those past few weeks thinking how, when the moment would come, you wouldn’t think about the incident with Malfoy.

How you would not think about his eyes staring into yours with your wand up.

You would not think about him getting closer with a smirk on his face.

Not think about his eyes going up and down your body.

Think about his hand making contact with your waist.

His lips painfully slow when brushing yours.

His lips.

Draco Malfoy.

It was going to go downhill.

It was tradition that boys would get to the entrance first. They would all be waiting for their ladies to go down the stairs, greet them with a soft kiss on their hand, and show them to the Great Hall.

Hermione and Luna had already left - you were still passing your fingers through your hair in an attempt of putting it together. Although your hair was already in its place, you needed an outlet to where to put your twisting feelings on.

You stared at yourself in the mirror again.

Why bloody Malfoy? Why him?

While you were trying to find an answer to the rhetorical question a silly smile got in your face.

No. No. No.

You were giggling like a twelve-year-old with a crush on another twelve-year-old. Pathetic.

Besides, the thought of him didn’t deserve any of your time. The butthead hadn’t even looked at you since the incident. In fact, his little pranks had become even more annoying, even more personal, if that could ever happen. He had faked a letter from Professor Snape that had put on your desk in Charms class. The letter described as followed:

“Miss Y/L/N, Your scores on the test about deadly potion mixing have been the lowest I have ever seen in all my teaching years in this school. I’m afraid you will be suspended in advance and hope to pass next semester. I won’t tolerate a Gryffindor mocking my course, nor my teaching methods. I must take 30 points off Gryffindor. Yours sincerely, Professor Snape P.S. the same applies to Potter. Also the points.”

You teared up that day. And if it wasn’t enough, when you went to see Snape and found out it was fake, he took ten points off Gryffindor for being so naive and believing it was true. He also took ten points off on Harry, for being, once again, mingled in the sauce.

And putting everything aside, you couldn’t lie to yourself and pretend you weren’t going to look for his face that night. You couldn’t pretend you were not going to wonder about what would’ve happened if you had said yes to him. How you would slow dance together; how everyone would think you were the most unthinkable couple, but that deep down you were killing the game.

You brushed all of those feeling off, looking at yourself in the mirror forcing it to be the last time. You turned around and headed to the stairs before the ball began.

Harry was patiently waiting for you. He had been looking on and off to the stairs since girls started to come down. He was really nervous about the whole situation and for the first time, it didn’t have to do with him being the centre of attention as one of the champions of the Triwizard Tournament. He was nervous because of you. He had been wanting to ask you out since the beginning of the course, but never had the guts to do it, knowing that a friendship was at stake. The moment you said yes to him after dinner, his belly exploded in thousands of butterflies, and he promised himself that he would try to act as a gentleman for you that night. Because you were the most lovable person he had ever met.

Suddenly, you made the entrance on the stairs. His gaze immediately went to you - how your hair fell perfectly from your shoulders; how the tale of the dress would follow your steps when you went down; how your eyes would magically swing between the stair steps and him. He was taken by the view. Once you had come down, he greeted you with his arm.

“Hey.”

He wanted to say how good you looked. He wanted to, but something blocked his throat, and he was almost unable to speak.

“Hum… you… hum… shall we?”

You got the hint. “We shall.”

You two got in the line of the champions, who as tradition, entered the ball first and opened it with the first dance. While McGonagall was counting you to make sure everyone was at their place, you scanned the room looking for a certain bleached one.

There you found him.

He had his arms crossed with Pansy Parkinson’s. He was gracefully talking to a Durmstrang student as if it was a sort of haute-classe yearly networking party. You hated how he seemed so unbothered, so natural. He looked naturally happy. You hated it because all you could do was fake.

You decided you were going to give him a little bit of a show.

The trumpets started echoing and everyone stood in both sides of the Great Hall, except the champions and their partners who were waiting for the sign to walk up to the dance floor. When McGonagall gave the green flag, the line started to move, every couple having their arms crossed with one another. You decided to hold Harry’s hand. He looked surprised at you but didn’t move his. You were walking down the aisle, most people noticing the subtlety of your tangled hands. You peripherally looked at Draco, and noticed he had a blank expression on his face when you passed next to him. Was that jealousy? Indifference? Oblivion? You couldn’t keep thinking of interpretations when Harry’s hand got to your waist, beginning just like that the first dance of the ball. You gracefully moved with him, having internalized the compass weeks prior. You swung from one side to the other for exactly three minutes and forty-six seconds when you stopped the dance, and everyone clapped. Harry’s eyes were mesmerized on yours, seeming oblivious to what was happening on the outside.

“Y/N, I-” He started a sentence, but he rapidly stopped talking, getting closer and closer as seconds went by.

Was he going to…? You couldn’t succumb to that happening.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” And just like that, you left the dance floor in everyone’s eyes.

You got in one of the cubicles of the restroom. You locked the door behind you and melted on the floor. You were so conflicted… why all of a sudden did Harry have so much interest in you? And why did Malfoy tell you all those things a month ago and didn’t even lock his eyes with yours since?

“Y/N?”

It was Hermione’s voice.

“Yeah, here,” you replied, getting up.

“You okay?,” she said.

“Yeah, just a sec.”

You flushed to pretend and got out of the toilet.

“You don’t look okay.” Hermione knew you all too well.

“Just a little overwhelmed, that’s all.”

“Did the people overwhelm you or did Harry do it?”

You waited a few seconds to reply. “Both.”

“About the people, the hardest part already ended, we already opened the ball. About Harry, you should hint him that you don’t feel the same.”

“I don’t want to hurt him.”

“It’s inevitable. Sooner rather than later.”

She didn’t know about Draco. You hadn’t told a soul about what happened. Mostly because you didn’t understand it yourself, but also because keeping it a secret made it more exciting – it was like your chocolate sweet before bedtime. You wanted it all to yourself.

You went over to the sink and started washing your hands.

“And you with Viktor? Have you two talked a bit?”

“Well, he doesn’t really talk. In fact, he doesn’t talk at all.”

“Stunning,” you replied.

She grinned back at you.

You both exited the bathroom and went to both your respective dates. You saw Harry sitting down on one of the tables, talking to Ron. You joined them.

“Hey, sorry for earlier.”

“Hey. No, it’s fine. Everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, no worries.”

“You wanna dance, maybe?”

“Sure.”

He gave you his hand and showed you to the dancefloor. A lively rock song was being played and both of you started moving to the rhythm, having fun more than dancing. That was until you looked at your left and saw that someone couldn’t stop staring at you. You and Draco locked eyes with each other while he was also dancing with Pansy.

He put his hand on her waist.

You placed your arms around Harry’s neck.

He pulled Pansy closer to him.

You slowly got closer to Harry’s face.

That was until Harry cut the scene.

“You wanna go for drinks?”

You were surprised. Wasn’t he into you? Why was he not adhering to what was happening, even if you weren’t technically doing it to him?

“Okay,” you replied.

You both exited the dancefloor and headed to the drinks counter. He served you some punch.

“Y/N, I-”

“Mr. Potter,” McGonagall blurted, “you must come with the other champions for the ceremonial speech.”

“The ceremonial wha-”

“Come, come. There’s no time,”

He looked at you one last time before being swollen by McGonagall’s anxiety. You looked at him leaving until someone disturbed your moment.

“No more boyfriend, Y/L/N?” Draco’s voice made an alarm in your heart go on.

You looked right at him. “I could ask the same thing.”

He smirked at you.

“What are you drinking?”

“Why do you care?”

“Woo-hoo, you were swollen by a dementor or what?”

“So funny, aren’t you?”

“So pissy. It’s because Potter left you?”

“You know, you sound like a kindergarten.” You stopped looking at him and drank more of the punch.

“Now that your boyfriend left, what you doing tonight?”

“What do you mean? We’re in a ball.”

“I stick to my question.”

You sighed. “I will stay at the ball until I’m tired and I wanna go to sleep.”

“Pity, I thought you might wanna get your wand back. Taking into consideration that tomorrow we still have class.”

You looked back at him, astonished. “My wand? Did you take my wand?”

“Who said I did? I’m just making a point here,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders and smiling.

“Draco, where is my wand?”

“Funny you ask because, it will only appear if you really need it.”

You got the hint. You looked one last time at Draco and rolled your eyes. You exited the ball with fast steps and headed to the seventh floor, left corridor, where the Room Of Requirements could be found. You closed your eyes and focused on your wand. Suddenly, where there was before a wall a door appeared. You got in.

The room was full of antic objects. You started by looking at the floor to see if Draco had thrown it, but you couldn’t see it. It was going to be impossible will all the number of objects.

“Looking for this?”

Draco’s voice echoed in the room. You turned around and there he was with your wand in hand.

“Draco, I’m done with your silly games. Give it back.”

“Come take it.” He kept it in one of his pants’ pockets.

“Draco,” you sighed, still you stood in front of him

You put one of your hands in his pocket to grab the wand and he immediately got closer to you. So close your lips were almost brushing each other.

“Hi,” he said.

You didn’t reply and with the willpower you have left, you tried to grab the wand. He got even closer, his crotch making contact with you. He had a boner.

You paralyzed and eventually, looked up at his eyes.

He was staring at you with no smile this time. He looked desperate and lustful. He pulled your head towards his, and his lips made their way to yours.

He started kissing you softly, only both of your lips playing with one another. Then he started introducing his tongue and biting your lower lip so hard it made you moan. You grabbed his neck and pulled him closer to you. He moved one of his hands to your ass and squeezed it a few times. He let out a moan.

“The Room of Requirements,” you started saying between kisses, “only opens when you need it.” He tried to shut you up with his mouth but you continued. “How did you get in?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked you, ending the kiss and staring into your eyes. “I needed you.”

Enamoured. That’s how you would describe the way you felt at that moment.

#draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy smut #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagine #hogwarts imagine

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i’m curious how common this is.

even before i realized i could be autistic, id have horribly delayed emotional reactions. like, unless it was big enough to get through my brain within some minutes, it’d usually take hours to process emotionally and i wouldn’t react emotionally until way later. in the moment, id react but in a way where it was obviously logic driven and there was barely any emotional response. thoughts!

Yep I also do this, it can take me ages to register how I feel about something that's happened, good or bad, and I don't always react in a way that makes sense to others. It can be part of alexithymia which is when a person has difficulty identifying or understanding their emotions, and also I think it's because autistic people tend to process things in a different way to non autistic people. Often we actually take in a LOT more information at once because we can't filter things out in the same way - which means it can take longer to process everything!

#autistic #actually autistic #ask #anon ask #alexithymia

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months

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Unexpected 53

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, Andy is nasty in this, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You’re exhausted. Peaks of adrenaline dip down to plummeting valleys. If it were just you, it’d be okay. You’d let it all just happen. You’ve been trapped before, but Luna, she doesn’t deserve that. You could never save yourself, but you can save her.

You grip your hip as you stand by the crib, watching her sleep. At last. It’s only because her little body couldn’t writhe or cry anymore that she slumbers. All her energy is spent and yours is much the same.

You hear footsteps on the stairs. You tense and face the door as it opens. Andy enters and you put a finger to your lips. He carefully eases the door into the frame and gives a guilty smile. It’s strange how he can act like this is all perfectly normal. To him, you guess, it is.

“Hey, honey,” he whispers, “how is she?”

“Sleeping,” you mouth as you keep your vigil at cribside.

He comes close and you stand straight, staying between him and your child. His eyes rove down your body as he nears. He reaches to fondle your tits as he approaches and you hold back a hiss. You’re raw and worn out from him. Reviled by his touch.

“Well, it’s mommy time,” he winks. You give him a look, wary but curious.

He lets his hands wander down your stomach and he takes your hand. He moves slowly and softly through the space. It’s terrifying how the noise dampens in this place. The walls are no doubt padded to keep it all inside.

He takes you towards the bathroom nestled behind the kitchen. He nudges you in ahead of him. As he goes to close the door, you reach to catch it. He turns with an arched brow.

“So I can hear her,” you explain.

“More likely to wake her up. Let her sleep,” he tugs on the door but you don’t budge.

“Just in case,” you plea and step closer, “you want…” you swallow as you repress a shudder, “our daughter to be safe, right?”

He sighs, his hand sliding down the door and away. His eyes meet yours, foggy and blue as he tilts his head.

“I want mommy to give daddy some of her love,” he grits out.

“Alright,” you coax and reach to touch his arm, caressing his sleeve, “I can do that, Andy, that’s okay.”

“I know it’s okay. It’s the least I deserve, isn’t it?”

You swallow. You could’ve never imagined him like this. Not your friendly neighbour on his bouncing jogs. His gleaming eyes are dulled and he’s a shell of the suburban saviour you knew. He never was that, you should’ve known better.

“Of course, of course,” you step closer and bring your hand up his shoulder, tamping down every ounce of disgust, “you’ve made such a nice home for us. I see that, Andy, and I’m so thankful for it.”

You rub his chest with both hands and feel him relax. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He trails his fingers up your arms and covers your hands with his. He quivers out a brittle exhale as his eyes flash open.

“Honey,” he purrs and brings your hands up to his face, guiding you to touch his beard as he nuzzles like a needy dog, “call me ‘honey’, baby.”

“Honey,” you utter as you succumb to him.

He hums and leans forward, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. You stand locked like that as he lets your hands fall away. He touches your jaw, then your neck, then squeezes your tender chest. You whimper as you feel a meagre trickle slip free.

“Get clean up,” he rasps, his body rigid and trembling, “I’ll be waiting.”

He releases you, backing up as you stare stunned and confused. He turns and stalks out, his imposing figure burned into your vision. You hold your breath and listen. Soft steps pacing but no other disturbance. You don’t matter, it’s Luna. She’s sleeping, she needs her sleep.

You peer around and stop to stare at the tub. You can’t have the door wide open or the noise will wake your daughter. You shut it but leave a crack between the frame. You twist the faucet on and undress.

You move mechanically. You don’t feel. Don’t ever do that.

You ease into the water. The warmth would be immaculate in another world. You look down at your chapped nipples as the hot water stings them. You push your head back and reach for the soap.

You wash quickly, not letting the tub fill all the way as you do. You move around, trying not to slosh or splash too much. The scent of the soap is familiar but less than comforting. The same you use at home. You noticed he even had the sensitive brand you get for Luna’s dainty skin.

You get out as the tub drains and pat yourself dry with the towel. You’re not stupid. You know what’s going on. What he expects. Still, as you come out wrapped in cotton, you’re shocked to find Andy naked and waiting.

He sprawls on the bed, heels by the corners of the mattress, as his hand bobs up and down his length. He’s hard, twitching with each stroke as he lets out deep growls. You look from him to the crib, mortified.

You pull the curtain around the little nursery to block it out. It’s not ideal but it’ll have to do. Andy’s timbre rumbles in his chest.

“I’ve been waiting,” he warns.

You close your eyes and wet your lips as you steady yourself. You nod and let go of the towel. You refuse to look down at your body. Maybe he’ll see the truth and he won’t want you. The stretch marks, the dough, the distortion of flesh.

He hums and you slowly turn, shuffling your feet under you. You face him and can’t help but cross your arm over your stomach, the other over your pendulous chest. You hear the breath escape him sharply. You wince as he props himself up on his elbows, letting his dick flop up against his stomach.

Right, now he sees you completely. The only other person to witness the ruin. His eyes stick to you as you stare at the wall.

“Come here,” he breathes.

You cross to the bed, staring blindly past it. As you near, he reaches for your hand and guides you down beside him. He rolls onto his side, an arm hook under you as his fingers crawl up and down your figure. He pulls your arm from across your belly as you try to hide.

“Andy… honey, please, can I put a shirt on–”

“Why?” He asks as question he wants no answer to.

He urges you onto your back and gropes your chest rough. Once more he bends to suckle and teeth at you. You whine as the plucking and tugging needles deep into your chest. His hand grazes along your stomach, underlining each rippled line across your skin, creeping down to dip between your legs.

He pokes at your thighs until they fall apart. You force yourself to go limp. Just let him do what he wants. It’s just a body, a body that’s been used before.

He plays with you, flicking impatiently at your clit as he continues to nuzzle and nibble your tits. The blank ceiling fills your sight. You try not to be there. You force away any thought that tries to break through.

He lifts himself over you, the bed shifting with his weight, and he pushes your legs wide with his knees. He rubs his tip against your cunt. Your clench but relax. No, no, he won’t take long. You can do this. You have to do this.

He angles himself down and prods at your entrance. He enters you in a single thrust. You swallow a shriek. You’re dry. Your body won’t listen to your head. He bends over you, planting an elbow to hover above. He hooks his arm under your neck and tilts his hips.

“I missed you,” he grunts as he rocks against your resistance.

Your eyes burn as tears threaten to break through. Don’t do that. You puff out your lips, trying to ignore the dry agony of his thrusts.

“Missed you too,” you eke out, bracing his bicep as he keeps an even rhythm.

“Mmm,” he purrs and bows to kiss you.

His tongue invades your mouth as he almost gags you. His spit smears around your mouth as he devours you sloppily, moaning and groaning as the bed rocks with him. You feel his muscle bulge and picks up his pace.

You let out tiny noises, nothing sultry, as he drags his mouth from yours. He buries his head next to yours, puffing into the pillow as he gives in to his rising need. He ruts into you, your walls on fire as his pelvis cracks into yours. You can’t help but get louder as the pain grows unbearable.

Your whines turn shrill but you don’t feel yourself screaming. You touch your throat but it’s not you bawling. Luna! She’s awake. She’s crying. She needs you.

You push on Andy’s chest, “please, she’s awake–”

“Almost done,” he sneers into the crook of your neck, his back hunched as he hammers into you.

“Get– Andy, she needs me–”

“I need you,” he snaps and bites down on the muscle beside your neck.

You cry out as he pinches your flesh between his teeth, pounding harder and harder as he chases his release. You stretch your arm across the bed, searching for any escape. Luna’s wailing grows louder and louder, making you dizzy as flesh slaps in echoes around the room.

“Andy, stop! Get off of me!”

He brings his hand up to your neck and squeezes until your voice catches and your breath whistles tightly. He chokes your protests quiet and fucks you into the mattress, crushing you beneath him as he quakes and roars, adding to the tempest of noise around you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gasps and you feel him cum inside you, a scalding flood that sickens you.

He slows, collapsing as he’s paralysed in his afterglow. You’re trapped under him, lip trembling as you’re strangled by the desperate cries of your daughter. Get off, get off, get off.

He slips out, a slimy flow gushing out of you, and he pushes himself to flop onto his back. He gulps and heaves, droning as he tickles his own stomach and hums. Your vision speckles as you gulp down air, blinking through your dizziness. Luna shrieks as you cough and touch your throbbing throat.

“Shut her up,” Andy raps his knuckles against your hip as you sit up, “fuck.”

#unexpected #lloyd hansen #andy barber #dark lloyd hansen #dark andy barber #dark!lloyd hansen #dark!andy barber #lloyd hansen x reader #andy barber x reader #drabble #series #au #defending jacob #the gray man

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𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ♡ 𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩 ₊⊹

CRY BABY .♡⊹ (( bang chan )) mdni part one part two

Chapters:

5: alphabet boy ((word count: 5.1k))

6: soap ((word count: 4.9k))

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—warnings / content: smut, soft voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, oral sex, daddy kink, inexperienced fem character x bang chan

FIVE: alphabet boy

but you're not my daddy and i’m not your dolly, and your dictionary's destroyed ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

After the maze of emotions that Celeste felt and tried to ignore, she was able to control herself a little and managed to get into Hyunjin's car on her way home, on a successful night, after her first date in general. Along the way she analyzed Hyunjin and tried to convince herself that… somehow and another, he had to go and developing feelings for him would be in vain, she would end up missing him hopelessly… plus she wasn't one hundred percent sure if Hyunjin saw her that way; but on the other hand there was Chris…. Chris would be there, looking so good and being her teacher for long months of torture, since she promised herself to establish distance, besides living next door to her was agony. She couldn't stop thinking about him, his handsome silhouette even just waiting for a cotton candy. And the coincidences of things, why did she have to see him everywhere? Celeste thought maybe there was a reason.

She thought about him, the agility of his hands, his long fingers, and his concentrated image, she felt a little bad, but it was time for her to admit that she was completely attracted to her professor and mature neighbor. How could she not like him? Plus they could carry on a conversation without any trouble at all. He was interested in the same things, and he was so kind and friendly showing interest in every single thing Celeste had to say, suddenly Celeste's lack of affection was triggered like crazy as she found someone with the initiative to want to get to know her and, for the first time in twenty years she felt the immense need for attention, but not from just anyone, just specifically Chris's attention.

Celeste looked at Hyunjin for a few seconds, quickly marking the differences between him and Chris driving, but without a doubt, they had something in common she thought, they both looked so handsome doing the slightest thing. Then suddenly, like a hormonal beginner, she blushed and began to feel strangely hot and, horny.

Dirty thoughts invaded Celeste's mind, she wondered if she should try to make it all like a movie, where the girl invites the guy to spend the night after a date in anticipation of a sexual encounter but… she had never gone that far, she was afraid of ruining it since she was a total inexperienced and incompetent to sex, or at least to its practice; she was already an adult of course she knew what it was about and the infinity of subjects it covers but, her slight perfectionism distressed her knowing she couldn't be good. The sensation was also new to her, it had been years since she had felt a sexual desire and suddenly, a release of built up tension in her body at such an inopportune time as she was simply sitting next to her classmate. What bothered her most about the feeling of being aroused, was that she couldn't control who she was aroused by, she thought all the time about Chris.

Hyunjin tried to strike up a conversation with her, he was so curious about the famous star pianist; it was the reason why he talked to her in the first place and, because there was something about her that caught his attention right away, that she was a shy artist with a sweet but sad look. Hyunjin knew that once the semester was over he would have to go back to Seoul, that he should be a crazy college student living his best life far away from his country… but no, he was not like that, so he saw himself reflected in the peaceful Celeste. Since he met her, he kept a distance, not wanting to relate too much with Celeste, because he knew how emotional he could be… and once the affair was over and he had to leave, it would hurt too much not to see Celeste; but still there he was, taking her on a date, giving his best so she wouldn't like him too much.

After a while, she almost sighed as she saw that they had finally arrived at her house, she tried to calm down, she knew that sudden bursts of excitement were so common in women and she should blame it on the fact that maybe she was ovulating… but she couldn't manage to calm herself down.

“Thank you, it was a lot of fun today.” she smiled at Hyunjin.

“Sure, let's go somewhere else some other time.” he told her, watching his pretty companion get out of the car.

Just at that moment, Chris was also passing by on the street in his car, about to park it in his garage as he had come in from a spontaneous night out with Leah, she had dialed him during the afternoon almost begging him to take her to the carnival in town, Chris couldn't say no, he would never say no to anything his adored and precious Leah could tell him, but he was a little sick of having to return home every time they saw each other, he was looking forward to the weekend, only then could he stay at her apartment, or she can finally sleep in his arms in his new home.

As he drove by he couldn't help but notice the car parked in front of Celeste's home, and her getting out of the car… curiosity tingled Chris… who dropped Celeste off?

Celeste got out of Hyunjin's car and almost ran into her house, she was absolutely alone, her mother was with her older sister, she hadn't seen her father since yesterday and her brother was on a little school trip for academic competition. Celeste was so horny that she thought it was a waste that she could get someone into her room without any trouble, but there was only her.

Once she went upstairs to her room, she felt the slight dampness of her pussy touch her underwear and the garments were beginning to suffocate her, she was so new to this sensation that in an impulsive movement she began to undress quickly, ready to turned off the fire in her with a shower. As she stripped off her clothes, she could notice her reflection in her full-length mirror. She looked at herself for a few moments, naked… thinking about the intimacy of sex, thinking that she should be as she is now when she finally decides to start her sexually active life.

She looked at all the angles of her naked body, not out of vanity, but reflecting that maybe being a virgin in her twenties was not so bad, she was an adult and if she decided to start having sex, it would be the most normal thing, she was not just another young girl, she wanted to convince herself that she was a woman with needs, the need to also be touched by another man, and her mind could only project someone.

And that someone… to her surprise, he was able to enjoy her close-up show.

Chris returned from the carnival and felt dirty as he spent time in the crowd and the slight dirt kicked up by the air, without further ado he headed exhausted to his room, tossing his phone on the bed and ready to grab a couple of products he still had packed as was his skin care, in a suitcase under his window, but there it was again, the bright light from his student's room sneaking through his room, Chris didn't bother to turn on the light switch, he always liked the dark and was very well suited to it. He sighed in frustration, as he concentrated on removing his thick chains and bracelets of his wrists, so he could shower better and, thinking that one of you had to set boundaries right now, no longer leaving the window without the curtain… in disgust, Chris thought it would have to be him, by taking care of Celeste, though Chris wasn't sure what he should be taking her care of… Himself? Besides she had been living there longer and it was him invading her space and routine, maybe having the window unprotected was most normal for her since no one lived next to her for a long time.

Chris was diagonal to his window, ready to grab his stuff and go to the bathroom but, once he looked up, his body took a big impression that it was even hard to move from there, paralyzing himself. Chris wondered: what the fuck was Celeste doing standing in front of her mirror naked?

Chris opened his eyes in shock and swallowed nervously, after seconds he looked down sharply… he was so shocked that he couldn't think of anything else, no matter he closed his eyes tightly and averted his gaze; the image of Celeste bending down while sliding her underwear off, played vividly in his mind.

Helplessness gripped Chris's body, and, misplaced by adrenaline, his heart raced and he clenched his fists tightly… he didn't want to do it, he really wanted to turn away and not see her, or at least Chris was trying to fool himself, and couldn't she see him too, hidden in the dark?

Shaking with excitement, he shook his head slightly and opened his eyes again, watching Celeste analyze her body, he could see the glorious reflection of the front of her body through the mirror, showing a nice view of her breasts and well cared pussy.

Chris was so excited all of a sudden, he bit his lip only thinking about how much he wanted to grab her around the waist roughly and penetrate her hard, giving her a good reason to cry. The only moving muscles in his body was his uncontrolled chest, rising and falling heavily with fury, his throbbing hard cock and his eyes moving exhaustively recording every inch of Celeste. She was looking so exquisite to him, he thought, her round ass I'd do anything to pound it right now, her delicate nipples, shit, she was so hot.

And what turned Chris on the most was Celeste's carefree movements, looking this way and that of every millimeter of her body…. Chris thought she looked so innocent but of there was such a high possibility that her actions were the opposite, undressing and leaving her window wide open, looking for an excuse to provoke him and, if that was the goal, she was doing so fucking well, Chris wanted to corrupt Celeste by misbehaving, going around provoking and heating up her teacher.

Chris wanted to possessed her body right now, he wanted her so badly, but he had more left to do than fantasize and stand still watching.

Celeste was so focused on the strange but pleasurable feeling of her wet folds and pussy every time she moved her legs, she was so exasperated that she only decided to go into her bathroom, she washed her hands and sat on the cold marble of her sink, opening her legs and trying to stimulate herself, only for a few seconds her fingers felt so good the softness inside her, but it was not enough, she sighed in frustration and withdrew her fingers, wishing deep inside her that it was Chris touching her.

And on the other hand, for Chris, only seeing her leave could bring him back to reality, he let out a deep sigh and shook his head softly; he didn't want her to leave, he lowered his gaze to her heavy hard bulge drowned in his pants, licked his lips and exasperated thought that she should be there finishing what she caused, it wasn't fair.

Once she turned around with her back to his window, Chris came to his senses and felt incredibly guilty, giving him little twinges in his chest berating himself Chris, what did you do?

He had been so carried away by desire and pleasure that he didn't think clearly, he wanted to convince himself that the one to blame was Celeste who was strutting her ass like a slut, but he knew he was just as much to blame for watching and worse, fantasizing about her.

Chis groaned as he felt the friction of his pants as he walked and slid his curtain down hard, he was so wrapped up in arousal that he struggled all the way to his bathroom where he slowly removed his pants and let out a sigh again as he felt the fabric of his underwear rub against his cock until he released it, exposing his swollen, sensitive dick, hard as a rock, in need of attention.

It seemed absurd to him that he was so turned on by just seeing her naked… as if he had never seen another woman naked before, he was so hungry for action that he gasped when his hand held his erection, he felt so bad that it was Celeste that was the reason for his arousal, to think of her in every possible position at Chris's mercy.

He finally removed all his clothes and felt the warm water fall on his body, the truth was he wanted an excuse for more noise in the room as he was about to masturbate and, he knew it was impossible for her to hear his panting, it still caused him to panic that he would somehow be discovered, as if masturbating was suddenly a crime… but it was for him, at least thinking of Celeste that way, since he had a girlfriend.

Chris took his cock, closed his eyes in pleasure and began to move his hand up and down its length imagining that it was Celeste, that it was her delicate and skillful piano hands holding his cock, caressing it mercilessly, Chris imagined her wet pussy making noise as he penetrated her with force and her sweet tears sliding down her angelic face as she cried out and begged for more, her lips, oh her lips, he thought, enjoying his manhood as if it were a sweet lollipop. Chris increased the pace of his touches, sliding his hand hard and pulling his erection as he gasped uncontrollably, it felt so good, and he knew it would feel a thousand times better when his fantasy was complete. He forgot the last time he felt masturbation this good, making him climax between whimpers, cumming in his hand and his semen shooting out, mixing with the water of the shower, mindlessly babbling Celeste's name once he felt his load spurt out.

Chris tried to catch his breath as the water trickled down his back. It felt so good but so wrong at the same time. He tried to gaslight himself, arguing that it was as if he had seen something pornographic that caused him sudden arousal, many men in a relationship consumed porn, although Chris was never one of those men, he had no need to watch it since every time he wanted sex or to feel pleased, he expressed it without problem to his girlfriend and, despite their former distance, she was always ready for him, no matter the time difference, agreeing to do facetime sex… but today, today everything was different for Chris, tonight it was just about Celeste.

He tried to calm down and carry on without thinking too much about her, but he couldn't sleep, he was between the dilemma of desire for his student, and what an incredibly bad person he was being to his girlfriend, he didn't deserve her.

For her part, Celeste came out wrapped in her towel and stood static, feeling her blood pressure drop in fright at the sight of her uncovered window, she always forgot that detail, she hated herself for being so clueless, with embarrassment she saw that Chris’s window was covered and prayed that it had been that way for a long time… otherwise he had seen her naked and needy. Celeste walked over and pulled down her blinds in complete sorrow.

Private enough, because… if Chris saw her naked, she wouldn't want him to witness what she was about to do, she didn't want him to think she was sexually depraved. Celeste got ready for bed, made herself comfortable, grabbed her cell phone and headphones as she quickly searched her private browser for adult sites, bored and hopeless. The last time she had watched porn was a year ago when her friend who now resides in Melbourne, told Celeste about her sexual experience with a college boy…. Celeste out of curiosity took it upon herself to investigate as she told herself that's what girls her age should be doing, enjoying their sexuality if they wanted to… but the explicit images had no effect on her.

Who knew that a year later, she would finally feel the need to be touched. What started out exciting her, making her rub her legs together to feel the delicious pressure of her folds, ended up frustrating her, she sighed in annoyance, she didn't want to satisfy herself based on videos on her screen, she wanted to feel it for real, she wanted to be fucked by her handsome older neighbor, and it made her angrier the fact that there was a small chance that it would happen, after all he was a man, by matters of fate, always close to her, having alone encounters… but her chances would plummet if she found out that Chris had a girlfriend.

A couple of videos later, her libido waning a bit and it was all about visual teaching for her, she watched in detail how the sex videos unfolded until she happened to come across a video of a guy whose broad back and worked body and skin exactly Chris's tone, reminded her of him in seconds, god bless the internet, Celeste thought. And his cock was so visually cute, she thought; once again she was annoyed and sexually frustrated.

And between sighs and a wet pussy, she closed her browser tabs and left her cell phone on the furniture next to her bed, trying to sleep. But to her misfortune, when she woke up… her subconscious tricked her so much, Celeste woke up confused and agitated, still not fully conscious but she instantly remembered her first wet dream with Chris.

She wanted to feel joyful, but only felt more miserable fantasizing about him and not being able to have him. The rest of the dream was a blur, she didn't remember the circumstances of why she was with him, but she remembered the encounter so clearly, in the music room at the university, Chris fucking her nonstop, him sitting on chair in front of the piano, ramming her hard while her back was to him, ruining every inch of Celeste's fragile body, the grip on his waist felt so real and his cock inside…. Celeste thought porn ruined her brain. The poor girl went back to taking a shower to clear her head so she wouldn't feel so wet.

Simultaneously, that morning for Chris, he unexpectedly woke up to a big surprise, a morning erection, Chris couldn't believe it, self touching himself to cease it, was not his ideal way to start the day.

[…]

Chris's class was about to begin, he pondered the idea that he was an adult capable of keeping his sanity and not getting carried away by temptations and impulses. He was calm, until he saw Celeste walk through that door wearing a short skirt again; she couldn't help it, she loved simple feminine things and her closet was full of those garments.

Chris examined her, incredulous that she could be capable of making him lose his temper a little…like a hormonal teenager.

He cleared his throat and began his lecture normally, avoiding the naked image of his student sitting up front and forgetting the fact that he masturbated to her image in his head the night before, and increasingly praying internally that he wouldn't get an unexpected erection.

He could see her suddenly, so innocently sitting next to her table partner, but the truth was that she was not the least bit at ease, her fantasies began to surface again, once again making her pussy uncomfortable, she swung her legs around, staring at the desk, thinking of typical student-teacher porn videos. Celeste saw the tightness of his shirt to his arms, his bracelets on his wrists, his long fingers and his incredible handsome bearing. She couldn't sigh, but she was certainly overthinking too much.

“See you guys at rehearsal today” Chris advised once the class concluded.

And he watched her walk away, leaving him a little breathless.

“Let's go eat” suggested Hyunjin to Celeste.

She adored Hyunjin, he was shy, energetic and witty, her cheeks get tired from smiling so much when she was with him, definitely the guy you want to hold your hand and watch some movie with, and not someone to visualize destroying your insides... but with Chris she wanted the whole package, cuddles and splendid sex.

[…]

Hours later, Chris tried to pull himself together as quickly as possible, he was an adult after all, not a horny teenage kid and, just two minutes later than his scheduled class time, he walked through the noisy front door drawing the attention of his students. It was to be their first rehearsal as a group, for him.

Chris was randomly angry, mostly frustrated at not being able to touch Celeste. She noticed, it wasn't the same relaxed expression he had in the morning... he looked tense and despot... somehow she found him attractive but wondered what had him like that.

As if somehow it was possible, Chris's already sharp eyes became darker and sharper, he looked at each of his students, taking a special visual pause at Celeste and continued to say in his detonating tone:

“Okay, I want you to introduce yourselves and tell me what instrument you play.”

The class started and Celeste noticed that in a way he was taking his anger out on her, at first she noticed it normal, telling her to play the piece again and perfect it… but after the fifth time she felt it personal, he even sat next to her insinuating that her technique was not right, Celeste couldn't believe it, she didn't believe how incredibly asshole he was behaving when yesterday he spoke to her so sweetly and told her that he admired her playing. It irritated her so much that he became overbearing, that he scolded her every 5 seconds and wanted to impart his way of teaching as if a know-it-all.

Chris was annoyed, something in him took over his feelings when it came to her, his star student, which Chris only wanted her to be the best and always stand out above everyone else… or at least he thought so. He thinks Celeste is too talented to settle for being part of an orchestra, she was a diamond in the rough that if she put her mind to it she could become a great composer or a recognized soloist. That's why he was putting pressure on her, since apparently Chris realized that she was so good at acting like a slut too, flirting with his other student, Hyunjin, and purposely stripping with her window open to tease him so well, and wearing those mini skirts… If she wanted to be a big girl she had to endure the hard life and behave like one, Chris wanted her to prove to him that she could do it on her own, making it excellent, like a very good girl.

Hyunjin also noticed Chris's strange behavior on all the students, especially on Celeste, he noticed his stern looks at her and the way only with her he bent his body in a certain way… but then it was his turn, Chris was also harsh and critical of the way Hyunjin played the violin.

“Again, Burton.” commanded Chris domineeringly.

Celeste sighed in annoyance, rolling her eyes and started playing again, but within seconds, he interrupted her.

“You want to have a solo?” he said to Celeste.

She frowned, looking up at him, Chris leaned towards her waiting for an answer, Celeste replied in a rude manner emitting a sound, “Mmh?” she replied, to which he quickly looked at her in a threatening manner for her rude reply, which immediately, Celeste stirred from her seat and retracted saying in a softer tone:

“Excuse me?”

“That if you would like to have your solo.”

Celeste nodded, looking at him with her big, sympathetic eyes, driving Chris crazy in seconds.

“Then perfect it.”

He said curtly despite the fact that she touched a soft spot inside him. Finally class ended and practically all the students sighed in relief that they were free of Professor Bang for the rest of the day.

Celeste was annoyed with Chris, she felt humiliated in front of her classmates, so once the bell rang, she quickly stood up from her seat, causing Chis to back away from his approach to her, and walked over to Hyunjin who kept the violin in its case, she wanted to ignore Chris. Hyunjin smiled warmly at her and leaned close to her ear to whisper:

“Are you okay? Don't you think Mr. Bang was a little hard on you?”

She watched him as he pulled away from her ear, inches from her face, he looked so cute and tender with his concerned and submissive expression, so tender that Celeste wanted to squeeze his cuddly cheeks, she needed attention and warm treatment after being treated badly. Celeste nodded softly with a smile on her face, he returned the gesture, they were so close to each other, their mischievous glances passed from their eyes to each others’s lips.

“You have to do your best at rehearsals since it's only once a week when I see you. See you in your next class.”

The rest of the students gave their teacher lazy looks, one girl or another wondering if he fucked hard and demanded too much in sex as he taught his class. Everyone was moving except Celeste and Hyunjin, locked in their world, Chris noticed it when the boys obstructing his view of her retreated and his blood flowed fast through his veins at seeing her so close to that boy.

“Celeste,” he called her, interrupting her.

She turned to see him, still annoyed, his nostrils flaring as he took in deep breaths.

“Come here.” he ordered her.

She walked slowly towards him and, Chris in a low voice said:

“Make sure you bring me your composition, you can show me at my place later.”

Celeste stared into his eyes, his suspicious, gravelly voice made her pussy react, she couldn't hate him for the world, even after being hard on her… he had her totally captivated. She nodded submissively and snapped back to reality once Chris took a step back.

[…]

The rest of the afternoon Celeste kept thinking about Chris having invited her directly but indirectly to his house… she was so nervous, thinking of the endless possibilities. All the scenarios in her head, yet she wanted to give him her best work. That day Celeste was working playing the piano in a refined little girls's ballet class, she went there only a few days and the owner let her stay late practicing on the piano. So she tried everything, seriously wanting to give her best project to Chris so he would stop nagging that his technique was correct and not hers.

After leaving, she wanted to try to eat, but couldn't from nerves, she went straight home and thought it was the necessary time to go visit him, plus take a slight peek if his car was found. She completely fixed herself, took a shower, fixed her hair, put her make up again and started to make a mess trying to look for her nicest skirt and before leaving, she clearly took the sheets with music that she considered to be her best work… if it was not so good she could excuse herself playing a little with him by asking him for support in getting better, to teach her, wanting to create tension between them.

Celeste was scared to death, today was the day, she honestly didn't care about anything, she finally liked someone and didn't want to let him go, she would earn it.

She arranged her hair once she crossed the gate to his driveway, she saw every detail of the entrance to his house and… letting out a sigh, she knocked softly on his door, she couldn't help it, she had a big smile on her face, she could already visualize Chris opening the door, what will he be wearing? she thought. Will he wear comfortable clothes once he is home?

However, she was greeted to someone she wasn't expecting at all, Celeste's smile faded and her little excitement and hopes died there, around 8 o'clock at night.

“Can I help you with something?” spoke the girl who greeted Celeste.

It was Leah who, to Chris's surprise as well, suddenly appeared at his house. Leah examined the girl, puzzled as to what a pretty, dressed up girl was doing knocking on her boyfriend's door at night.

Celeste blinked suddenly in disbelief.

“Oh, it's nothing just… I'm here to drop something off to…”

Celeste shifted the folder nervously in her hands.

“Celeste.” appeared Chris meters away, behind his girlfriend.

There he was, indeed wearing more comfortable clothes once he's home. He looked so cute that Celeste's heart broke again; it was obvious that the girl was his girlfriend, she could tell by the possessive look she was giving Chris. She had to step back off, she wasn't going to be one of those girls.

Celeste smiled at him and Leah looked at both of them wrong, feeling left out between the strange appearance of a girl she didn't know, and the slightly excited tone of her boyfriend calling her name. She didn't want an explanation, she needed one.

Chris approached them both and Celeste without thinking held out the folder, which he took with a smile.

“Thanks, I'll look it over.”

The poor girl didn't want to stand there for another second watching the happy couple, so she was quick to say:

“Thanks, I have to go.”

Chris gave her a simple nod of his head and Celeste turned, walking quickly home repeating fuck, fuck, fuck, over and over again.

Leah closed the door and looked at Chris waiting for an answer, now.

“Celeste?” she said in an annoyed tone.

“She's my student, she came to deliver some sheet music I asked for.” said Chris downplaying it and walking away from Leah.

“Why did you ask a student to come all the way to your house for a little extra credit?” she spoke irritated following her boyfriend.

“Don't be silly, she lives next door.”

“That doesn't make it any better.”

Chris smiled at how adorable Leah looked jealous, to which he walked over to her, squeezed her forearms and gave her a tender kiss on the forehead. In a way Chris did feel guilty, he masturbated thinking and fantasizing about another woman and the uncontrollable feelings betrayed him, impulsively inviting her home, he didn't know what he was thinking. He believed that only this time Leah had every right to be upset.

Actually in a way he was grateful for Leah's sudden visit; he had no idea what he would do alone with Celeste in the dining room of his home with absolutely no one around.

Celeste arrived home sad, almost in tears, she had wasted a nice outfit and lost her chances of being with Chris.

SIX: soap

i said too much, it overflowed, why do I always spill? ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Chris followed his rule and didn't want to spy on Celeste for a second, his curtain remained there.

After Celeste handed him her work, he couldn't wait and once Leah left, he sat down at the piano at home and started playing the beautiful melody, satisfied, he smiled, he knew Celeste wouldn't disappoint him, he was already looking forward to talk to her about the topic in practice.

On Thursday, Chris had to cover a class since he wasn't supposed to be at the university until his daily practice with Celeste, but he still took care of the matter quickly.

Celeste was sad that on Thursdays there was no class with Bang, yet she was glad at the same time that she could rest from their embarrassing encounter yesterday, all dolled up and made up for nothing. But to discover that she had a pretty girlfriend.

It was lunch time, so he decided that he would go visit Leah, he wanted to grab lunch at his girlfriend's favorite place, it was her day off work and, he could not stand to be locked in the same radar as Celeste for a second, he did not want to eat alone in his office or in the teacher's room, much less go back home where he would instantly remember that pale pink room that was the owner of his deepest fantasies. So he drove to his girlfriend's building, who wasn't answering his messages and Chris figured it was because on her days off she usually wakes up late.

Chris greeted the doorman, whose man recognized him and let him in with no problem, Chris had the key to Leah's apartment that she herself had given him for any kind of occasion, if she didn't answer, he would enter without any problem.

He knocked on Leah's door, she, who thought it was the delivery guy and found it strange that the lobby staff didn't let her know that the guy was already on his way, still, she opened the door in seconds finding a smiling Chris.

“Channie” she sighed in surprise.

“Hi, love” Chris fleetingly kissed Leah. “You're awake.”

Leah turned pale and stood stiffly in the doorway expressing intense fear. Chris didn't notice and walked into the apartment, Leah reacted quickly.

“Hi. What are you doing here?” she replied nervously.

Chris turned to see her, this time concerned about her expression.

“Let's go eat at your favorite coffee shop since I have a few hours before I go back to college... are you okay?” leaned Chris a little towards her, who was avoiding eye contact with him and wearing a sexy loose silk nightgown to sleep.

“I'm feeling a little sick... can we go another day?”

Chris was instantly disturb and took his girlfriend's trembling hands, thankful that he was there if she was feeling ill. He lifted her chin and forced her to look him in the eye, Chris saw for the first time an unfamiliar look in her, one of genuine fear and terror; suddenly amidst the silence, the sound of the shower turning on was present. Chris was so puzzled, between the strange look on his girlfriend's face and that sound, incredulously, he said:

“Were you about to take a bath?” he turned away from Leah for a few seconds, he sensed something incredibly wrong.

And there it was his worst nightmare. As he took a few inevitable steps that Leah couldn't stop it, on the floor beside the couch, men's clothes lay, tie and white button-down shirt and, on the couch, a black briefcase.

Chris swallowed and his jaw instantly tensed, his vision blurred, almost wanting to lose his balance as his heart began to pound, at the same time as he felt his chest tear in two for the first time. He didn't want to believe it, it was impossible that this was what he thought it was. He turned quickly to look at Leah in denial, waiting for her to say something nonsensical and that it wasn't what he believed. But the signs were so clear: Leah's thick tears streaming down her face, another man's personal items strewn about and the sound of scolding.... Chris thought the son of a bitch was just standing there like it was nothing, taking a shower in the place where he made love to Leah before.

“No... please don't, Leah, no you.. please don't” Chris almost whined, denying that the love of his life had been unfaithful to him.

She couldn't speak, she had been speechless, she didn't have something to say to him, she couldn't apologize for something so terrible.

Chris waited a second clinging to a drop of hope that all this was just a horrible nightmare and that he could wake up soon, that she would tell him it was a misunderstanding, that she would never betray him like that, but her silence gave it all away. It was a horrible physical pain, as if he had exercised non-stop and was out of breath, heartbroken he tried to walk to the door to leave. Leah gently took him by the arm and whispered, “Chris.” He quickly disengaged from her lazy touch and said now full of rage and without even turning to look at her, “Fuck you.”

And he walked out of the building still in a state of shock, heartless, thinking that this was the end of three years of his life dedicated to someone, losing them in an instant. Chris got into his car and emotions took the strongest of him, crying, crying for the woman he knew as well as he knew himself, for whom he kissed under the moon grateful to find someone like her, who knew his fears and his most insignificant details as silly as knowing his favorite discontinued childhood snack.

What will I do now? he asked himself. He felt empty, weak and listless. Chris silenced his phone in case she suddenly insisted, he didn't want to see her even as a joke, not even because if it was the end of the world he would never run into her again; so he drove aimlessly, to what the remains of his heart took him to the beach. People taking their morning walks, walking their pets, taking advantage of the great clouds that the Sydney sky offered on a day like that. And, although they both loved the beach, the place never made him feel homesick.

[…]

Chris tried to calm down and, among the darkness, there was a light, his light had a name and she was sitting waiting for him, her posture straight, moving her feet waiting for him to arrive. Once he saw her, he smiled, for the first time in hours. Celeste turned in his direction once she felt his presence enter, she was so sad that she no longer had a motivation, like trying to flirt with her teacher.

Chris sat down next to her, immediately feeling her like a warm embrace just by having her close.

Celeste looked at him closely, waiting for him to say something, but he just stared at her.

“Did you like... the composition?” she asked uncomfortably having him close, speaking to him more formally.

“I think it’s great.” he whispered without clearing his gaze from her lips.

Celeste was going crazy... she knew that was flirting in a way, she didn't want to get involved in that way, she had to cut his game no matter how much she liked him.

“You won't change your mind next week and tell me to perfect it in front of the whole class?” she mentioned, lowering her gaze to the piano keyboard, if bearing to be so close to his face.

Chris examined everything about her... Thinking it was no longer a sin to desire her. He wanted to taste every part of her, from her incredible artistic talent, to her most intimate place.

He let out a chuckle, they were going to review their composition today but, Chris thought better of it and took advantage of that.

“I think we can still work on it a bit” he told her softly and leaned over pretending he was going to look for the copy in his briefcase, until he sat up and with a grimace of displeasure said, “But I forgot it at home, why don't we try something else today and if you can come to my house to see your composition that would be fine with me.”

It was a damn lie, Celeste's composition was in his bag, but the combination of her and him alone in his house was something he desperately longed for to happen. Chris wondered if she wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to do it to her. But he could tell, her odd behavior, her pleading eyes, she just needed a push, a cue and Chris was about to give it all to her, he needed her so badly.

Celeste didn't know what to say, she hated being so submissive when it came to him... but with her heart racing she thought it wasn't a crime to be near him, she wouldn't try anything, she swore, she just wanted the closeness of the man she secretly liked.

She nodded.

The rest of the practice Chris tried to build tension and succeeded with flying colors, Celeste's amused and nervous reaction was... something that made him sigh.

Throughout their time together Celeste also noticed his slightly red eyes and his thick nose due to his nasal breathing being a little clogged, she thought if... it could be that Chris was crying.

“Do you want to go to my place now… I mean, also you place, since you next door” Chris said a little nervous and with a more relaxed tone, just as if they were friends.

They just finished their session and Chris was more than needy for her, to finally know him, he was so ready just with a simple yes of her.

Celeste looked at him, so gorgeous with his dark hair and strong manly appearance, she wanted him that it hurt her, she thought all the morning about his girlfriend, about how good he’d treat her, how she can get him everyday whenever she wants, she never felt so envious before.

“I have to work” she simply said, cutting off all her fantasies.

“Do you need a ride?”

She saw him again, almost biting her lip not knowing what he was playing, but it made her horny.

[…]

Chris shouldn't be nervous and excited, he should be sad crying because his ex-girlfriend cheated on him; but he couldn't, his depression lasted between 10 a.m and 1 p.m. when he finally saw Celeste... because when he saw her, there was no such negative feeling in him. He was as excited as when two people meet on their long awaited date, Chris could finally freely admit that he was crazy about every part of her, there was something about her that made him feel different, he wanted to take care of her, kiss her slowly, fulfill his every fantasy with her... it was something indescribable, it would just make her feel so good.

Celeste hesitated to do the same ritual of getting all dolled up to see Chris, but she couldn't help it, she wanted to look pretty for him; she wanted his eyes glued on her. She was so envious of his girlfriend. She would give anything to be her for just one day.

With bated breath and his heart pounding, once again, Celeste knocked on Chris’s door, Chris himself opened it.

He looked so good, wearing all black, now in more casual clothes, highlighting the slight pallor of his skin.

They smiled at each other and he let her pass. She couldn't process how happy she was to see the inside of his house and breathing in Chris’s scent ten times more intensified, it drove her crazy.

Celeste took off her shoes in the doorway and intensely followed Chris, leading her into the kitchen.

“Do you want something to drink?” he said to her.

She was so nervous she couldn't take anything, so she just shook her head.

“Oh, no thanks, maybe just water.”

She saw how attractive he looked, taking two glass tumblers and pouring water in both of them, honestly Chris was thirsty, he examined Celeste, who was wearing another of her short skirts and that was when he thought only her wet pussy rubbed on his face could take the dryness out of his mouth. He moved dangerously close to her and handed her glass of water, she noticed how ridiculously small the glass looked in his long fingers. She took it, brushing his hand and smiled at him.

“The piano is over there.” he commented to her.

Chris had no idea how to seduce her, thinking that maybe smart girls like her might turn him down, but he was going to do his best to taste his sweet student, to taste Celeste's lips.

She was amazed once they walked into the room, looking at the beautiful, well-kept instrument. Celeste always wanted one at home.

They both sat in the chair, bumping their bodies, Celeste didn't know whether to feel hot from the incredible tension, or sad that she knew she wouldn't do anything.

Chris pulled his body closer together and whispered to her,

“How do you play it?”

Her music notes were in front of her, so she began to play them without thinking. She ended up satisfied with a smile, however that melody had been a rough draft that she never wanted to show. Only if Chris asked for it, she would do it.

She turned to see him to wait for his feedback, but their faces were so close, Chris observed every faction of her and Celeste did the same with him, his lips looked so good; she felt bad that there was a great tension, she wanted to be that close to him forever... until Chris couldn't take it anymore, and impulsively, did what he wanted to do from the beginning, he gently took his student's chin, and kissed her slowly, savoring every detail of her mouth.

Celeste was surprised, but let herself go, closing her eyes and feeling the fine touch of his lips, finally, it felt so good she could explode.

Chris kissed her boldly but gentle, taking his time, making the sound of their collapsing lips more pronounced. Chris could hear Celeste's difficulty breathing as she was so aroused and it turned him on irrevocably.

He held her tight around the waist and carried her a little so that she sat on his lap.

Celeste was living her dream, she couldn't stop, she couldn't think of anything else but Chris, Chris, finally granting her fantasies.

Chris was hard just thinking of the endless things he wanted to do with her, but... right now, he wanted her to cum for him just from his kisses if possible.

He decided to start slow, he didn't want to scare her and act desperate, he would treat her so well on their first encounter that he would leave her begging for more.

He started by inserting his tongue, making the act dirtier, as he had gently between kisses, he couldn't help it, finally his Celeste, his good girl, just for him.

Chris circled her waist with his left hand while with his right one, he caressed her thighs, unsure if he should touch her pussy on their first encounter. Celeste lost her sanity completely, she was wet, she felt Chris's erection, she couldn't think clearly what the next move was but it still felt good.

He trailed his kisses down her neck, smelling the sweet scent of his new lover; he knew he had to do it slow but Chris was dying to take her and make her scream for him. Still he didn't give in to his impulses. He wanted to take care of his greatest treasure.

Celeste moaned at the touch of his lips brushing her skin, it felt so good until she remembered the main reason she was going to refrain from Chris.

“You have a girlfriend.” she said in horror.

Chris smiled sideways, the timing was perfect, he was single, just ready to taste Celeste.

“I don't have one, princess” he whispered to her excitedly.

She couldn't decide to believe him or not, as he kissed her again, she noticed Chris hesitating on her thigh, whether to slip his hand under her skirt, to which she gently guided Chris's large hand to her center. He smiled happy that she had helped him make his decision and without a second thought, he parted her legs and ran his fingers through her sensitive folds. Celeste moaned; Chris held her tight and had his face pressed against hers on her right side, Celeste feeling his warm breath.

Chris gasped as he felt her wet cunt, the one and only he had dreamed of so much, her entrance was so ready and dilated and her clit was begging for attention. Chris rubbed her clit, causing Celeste's trembling body to react with spasms of pleasure, finally, she was going to be serviced by the one she desired the most.

Chris watched her every reaction with pride, her pretty face trying to hide pleasure as he caressed and played mercilessly with her pussy, her, so lubricated that Chris felt great to slide his fingers inside her labia, Chris's cock burning and aching locked in his underwear not resisting anymore, he wanted her soft pussy drowned in his cock, but he had to control himself, he had to go slow… Chris watched her, thinking how angelic she looked completely surrendered to his caresses, so, lust got the best of him and made him whisper in Celeste's ear in a husky voice one of his dirty fantasies:

“Call me daddy when we're alone like this, you and me princess, while daddy touches you and makes you feel good.”

Celeste bit her lip, she didn't think she could get any hotter, Chris's gasps were enough, but the way he wanted to make a simple term so dirty made her pussy throb more.

“Daddy” she almost whimpered.

Chris smiled proudly and inserted two fingers into her lubricated orifice, not neglecting her sensitive spot, massaging it. He went deep into her, making her release a soft scream.

“You like that, sweetie, huh?” he murmured in desire “You like how daddy fucks you with his fingers?”

Celeste nodded without thinking clearly as she saw Chris's marked arm fixed on her pussy, she was panting harder and harder, the pressure of Chris's cock against her ass and his quick movements with his hand were going to make her explode, she had never felt an orgasm so anxiety built up with her body, but Chris's nimble movements in her cunt made her feel so close. He noticed it immediately, the slight collapse of her body, trembling, she was about to cum.

“Cum for me, princess” Chris gasped making his onslaught rougher.

Until Celeste's poor body couldn't take it, she gasped loudly, whimpering she closed her eyes, throwing back her head and let out all her tension, squirting her teacher's fingers.

Chris smiled broadly panting softly watching the pretty girl on his lap catch her breath; he pulled his fingers from inside her, soaked in her liquid, Chris directed his fingers to Celeste's mouth caressing her lips, she watched him confused and opened her mouth unsure.

“Taste how sweet you are. Lick them.”

She saw his hand and then stared into his eyes as she sucked her fingers hard, Chris licked his lips watching with satisfaction the scene of her lips licking his digits dirtily swelled his cock more, he wanted her mouth on his hard member now.

Chris kissed her again once he removed his hand from her mouth, almost begging her to get on her knees.

“Make me feel good, princess, get on your knees.” sighed a needy Chris.

She sketched a smile and followed his directions, she knew what was coming, she had seen it before but had never experienced it, she was so excited, like she was about to unwrap a gift she had waited so long for, consumed with curiosity as to what might be inside.

Chris helped her pull down his sport shorts and she sighed at the sight of the large bulge in his underwear, Celeste gasped again and was wet in seconds, he watched the whole scene from above, her frail hands gripping the edge of his boxer brief elastic, pulling down to release his hard cock. Chris groaned at the friction and the sudden rush of air and his erection shot out, rising as if it had a life of its own.

Celeste's eyes sparkled and she opened her mouth slightly in amazement as she reflexively began to drool, she thought it was huge, it was swollen, veiny and had a nice pink undertone, her favorite color, she held it painstakingly, thinking it would hurt too much when he finally fucked her; she ran his precum over his stiff dick, Chris smiled arrogantly at her innocent reaction and her two hands wrapped around his cock; she felt its texture for the first time so excited to taste it and she did, opening her mouth wide to fit it, she licked its length, feeling each of its bulging veins, tried her best to let his penis fuck her mouth.

Chris threw his head back, enjoying his pumping sex being serviced and lubricated, finally his neighbor's sweet lips eating his hard cock as she moaned softly in choked gasps “mmhh” enjoying every inch of her well endowed professor, combined with the shocking sound of her glorious movements on squirting his cock, of her lips colliding with his skin; Celeste was so ecstatic that her drenched pussy cried out to be touched again.

He held her gently by her hair, watching her head bob up and down eating his dick, Chris couldn't take it anymore, he was in paradise, it felt so good, he wanted to move his hips to fuck her pretty mouth hard until he felt her throat and make her gag hard, but he decided to let her take control this time, taking him to the extreme. The soft inside of her cheeks felt so good as she stroked his cock, and she wasn't even taking it all the way in, causing him so much satisfaction thinking it was too big for her, but she would learn to have it all, sooner or later, he thought. She had to learn to be a good girl for her daddy.

“Mmm, just like that baby, you're doing great” Chris whimpered on the verge of his orgasm.

Chris gently pushed her head, he was being so soft with her, but he was dying to ruin her pretty makeup and make her cry. The marked veins on his neck became noticeable, he was going to cum hard, he kept panting, he was getting louder and louder, sometimes he would clamp his teeth together and suck inward making his characteristic sound of pleasure. Celeste's jaw ached, and had liquid dripped from the edges of her mouth; so she withdrew her mouth for a second, making their sticky mixed fluids come out in such a special scene, she saw his most detonating swollen cock if that was even possible, this time more white liquid was coming out of his tip and his dick was a little redder, throbbing a little more, Celeste wanted to rest her mouth so she started to jerk him off hard while kissing his stiff but soft tip making Chris ecstatic, the first drops of his seed started to come out, he was about to cum.

“Put in your mouth, babygirl, let daddy cum in your pretty mouth, please” gasped Chris staring at her.

She happily obeyed, slipping his heavy cock into her cavity, Chris moaned loudly and within seconds all of his discharge fell into her, feeling it shoot out, his glorious warm semen.

Celeste became ecstatic, moving her head back causing some of his semen to drip down her blouse. Her mouth was full, she didn't know what was next…

“Swallow it like a good little girl for me, don't you like it?” said still agitated Chris, stroking her hair as she tried to steady herself.

Celeste swallowed hard, the liquid was so thick she felt it slowly sliding down her throat, she smiled, thought somehow or other she had some of Chris in her, she adored him so much, she loved seeing him so messed up and ruined by her, being pleasured.

Chris saw the noticeable action of her throat, he smiled as he saw her heeding him.

“You're a very good girl” he stroked her hair more. “Come here.”

She stood up as he continued to sit up, Chris bit his lip and glued her body to his, lifting his gaze to see her; he slipped his hands under her skirt again, this time massaging her ass and she moaned, Chris realized that eating his cock had left her aroused again and he wasn't going to leave her like that, she deserved to be rewarded again and again, at least now.

He ignored the fact that she was only wearing her little panties under her skirt, thinking proudly that she did it just for him, but what a fucking slut, he thought.

Chris sat up and kissed her again fiercely, Celeste lifted her face and stood on her tiptoes as she inertia circled his neck, she always wanted to kiss him that way like in the movies. Chris held her with one hand on her lower back and the other crushing her ass.

He pulled away from her and admired her, her eyes slightly watery and her lips swollen; it seemed like an agonizing eternity to Celeste that he wasn't stripping her naked and fucking her hard, but Chris hadn't planned it that way, at least not their first time, he wanted to leave her begging for more and he was succeeding.

Chris moved both hands down to her ass, moving closer to her cunt entrance and slowly parting her folds, she moaned.

“Your pussy is needy again, baby?” he whispered to her.

Celeste nodded in embarrassment, but she was so curious to know what he might do.

“Let me take care of it, sweetie. Sit down.”

Celeste followed his instructions, leaving herself in that thin elongated chair in front of the piano, now it was Chris who got on his knees, he spread her legs placing himself in between them, Celeste was predicting what was coming she was almost screaming yes, please, now. Chris lifted her thin skirt, Celeste held on tightly leaning on her hands, he had not yet begun to touch her and she in desperation was already trembling; he smiled at the reaction and slid her panties down her legs, finally leaving him the view of her ruined pussy exalted and wet; Chris licked his lips so hungrily and shamelessly kissed it with his tongue making the beastly sound of her wetness echo, she gasped at the feel of his hot tongue finally on her, which made Celeste whimper, her breathing was rising and falling, she needed more of him now.

Chris was so hard again, he wanted to explore her pussy hard. He let out a choked moan as he felt her softness.

“Fuck, princess you're so wet and you taste so good.”

Chris sucked on her clitoris he flicked it with the soft tip of his tongue, making a performance of movements; his left hand held her thigh tightly and with his index finger he caressed the soft inside of her folds, Chris began to lick her frantically creating the tense atmosphere filled with her sighs and the sound of his saliva mixing with her liquids. Suddenly he began again to penetrate her with two of his fingers as he buried his mouth in her pussy, feeling his hot breath on her pubis mons. Chris was so aroused that he directed his hand to his hard cock to stimulate it vigorously. Celeste was going crazy, she was going to cum twice as intense as the first time, she lowered her gaze with her mouth open completely lost in lust and looked intertwined glances with Chris who was leering at her as he ate her dripping pussy and stimulated her clit.

Celeste was so close, her body was losing strength and her legs were trembling, Chris could feel it and in one swift movement, he withdrew his fingers, extended her entrance further and inserted his tongue, feeling the softness of lover's loins.

Chris pulled away a little, squeaking saliva making quite a mess because of her needy pussy and jerked his cock hard again, he watched her for a few seconds, whimpering because she had missed his touch.

“Who's making you feel so good, princess?”

“Daddy” she mumbled without thinking, “Please” she whimpered begging, she was about to have her second orgasm.

She watched him for a moment, and bit her lip at what she saw, Chris on his knees self pleasuring himself, her cunt throbbed harder, she wanted him inside of her right now.

“Please what...” he moaned with a smile at the sight of her unabashedly seeing his cock.

“Fuck me, daddy” she whimpered in embarrassment, her cheeks growing redder.

Chris let out a giggle at her boldness and he, who thought she was so innocent, turned out to be hungry for his cock in her pussy, he wanted to fuck her and she was in the perfect position, open just for him and his dick was more than ready to be inserted in her, but he wanted their first time to be so special, a pretty girl like her deserved all the nice treats. She was going to be his princess.

Chris was so excited, he stood up and leaned over a little, rubbing his hard penis on her entrance, teasing her.

“You want daddy's cock, huh?”

Chris raised his eyebrows and looked at her haughtily. Celeste nodded in desperation at the rubbing of his hard glans. Chris enjoyed her reaction for a moment and let out a chuckle again, leaning toward her making them face each other. He looked into her eyes, Celeste noticed his piercing gaze, giving her chills.

“Not today, princess, today I'm going to make you cum in my mouth.”

Chris thought their sessions together were about to get more than interesting.

“I like you, Chris.” she moaned as she returned to the feel of his tongue inside her.

Celeste's body heated up in embarrassment, she didn't know why she suddenly had to confess that.

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