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THE QUIET ONES (2014) — Jared Harris as Prof. Joseph Coupland

[laf-outloud]

I’m not totally ready to write Jensen off as an actor or a person, yet. But, his fans are so ridiculous it makes me like him less to spite them. I can’t help it. It’s like a instinctive response, like the Destiel or Cockles effect, for me. The fans are so idiotic that I can’t stand the mention of either stupid ship. Well, Jensen’s fans are so simpering it makes me care less when he does do something good.

But back to the point, the bar of amazement for them is set so low, literally, he can converse with more than one person at a time, at a con, which he’s being doing for more than ten years, regularly, and it’s a wonder to them.

He listens to others and prepares to respond???

WHAT!? HOW?!

Is he a witch??

OMG, He. Is. PERFECT!!

Like, please stop wetting your panties over the simplest things? I’m a teacher, so I do what Jensen did while thinking about a question. AND I listen for grammar errors at the same time. Where is MY award? 🙄

I find this all especially annoying because these same people who are fascinated and awed by Jensen's every sniffle, downplay Jared's actually impressive achievements. "He works near home, he stayed on the CW, he produced a show to give himself a job, he only made a spinoff because Jensen did…etc.". Jared could cure cancer and adopt a hundred orphans, and they’d ignore it or try to make it a negative. Then Jensen would put a bandaid on his own kid, and they’d be campaigning to get him a Nobel peace prize or whatever the medical equivalent is.

Make these dummies make sense.

You're not the only one his fans are alienating! There have been some annoyed fans of other projects (like The Boys, and Big Sky), who also find the AAs over-the-top, 'the-savior-has-arrived' praise incredibly off-putting, and frankly, insulting to all the other creators who were there before Jensen ever arrived.

"Jared could cure cancer and adopt a hundred orphans, and they’d ignore it or try to make it a negative. Then Jensen would put a bandaid on his own kid, and they’d be campaigning to get him a Nobel peace prize or whatever the medical equivalent is." So much this! I think they set the bar so low for Jensen so that he literally cannot disappoint them, but then set the bar so high for Jared that everything he does disappoints them (thereby reaffirming Jensen's supposed superiority).

And can I just say, in all seriousness, thank you for all of your hard work and willingness to be a teacher. It's an incredibly tough job, and often thankless, so, while this isn't tangible, please accept this digital award for all the work you do to guide the young minds in your care!

(And please forgive any grammatical mistakes. LOL!)

[gay-for-stanford]

I can’t even be happy about the shoresy news cause my favorite teacher got axed and I’m trying not to cry

[daz4i]

there are. open auditions for a local production of dear evan hansen. in a really big and fancy theater like, second biggest in the entire country i'm p sure. and you gotta send a video until the 30th of this month. do i try to send one to at least get some experience in auditioning or give up in advance bc there's a 99.9% chance i won't even make it to an in-person audition and i'm probably not in the best mental state to handle a rejection

[sounknownvoid]

I feel like these little nuggets are part of the "jared lore"

Tagging this

Let’s take a moment to remember that Sam was also a theatre kid in high school (Houscon 2016) for @samastrophe

[stormysunday-spnj2fanlw]

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Supernatural RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Chad Michael Murray, Sandra McCoy Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Teacher-Student Relationship, Breathplay, Light Bondage, Desk Sex, Spanking, Rimming, Dirty Talk, Masturbation, Fingerfucking, Finger Sucking, Blow Jobs, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Control Series: Part 1 of Homework Verse Summary:

Jared’s eighteen and in his senior year at a private school in San Francisco. He’s coasting pretty on his parents generous school donations—until his seventh period Physics teacher gets replaced with the maddening, infuriating, gorgeous Mr. Ackles. Jared’s gotten by all his life on his money and his charm, but Mr. Ackles seems to think he needs some... lessons in self-control. The journey their relationship eventually takes them on turns out to be far more than either of them ever bargained for. ((Toppy!Teacher!Jensen in glasses and Student!Jared in private school uniform included))

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Oh my fucking God!!! This was incredible.  The sex was hot and intense and just outstanding but it's the emotional and character beats that knock it out of the park for a total homerun. Outstanding. 

[l33n1s]

No but Shen Twins AU where Shen Yuan is technically a member of Cang Qiong Mt sect but he's almost never there cause he's too busy traveling and studying/documenting all of the cool plants and animals.

But when he Does spend time at the sect it's Qing Jing Peak's emotional equivalent to Christmas, cause Shen Jiu is actually in a good mood (as good as his moods get at least) and Shen Yuan has picked up a habit of bringing sweets for the disciples. He just shows up and suddenly the bamboo house doesn't seem so empty, Shen Jiu actually seems comfortable for once, and the whole peak's atmosphere seems to shift.

And, it's always a very jaring experience for new disciples the first time they meet Shen Yuan. Cause there's this guy who looks exactly like their teacher but is so much less severe. His posture is a little more relaxed, he Actually smiles at them every once in a while, he doesn't get annoyed when they ask about his adventures and is instead very willing to share his stories (if he dresses them up a little who's to blame him). For many of them it stuns them to see Anyone be so casual with their teacher and be left alive after; to see him argue with someone in a way that is actually harmless rather than scathing.

It doesn't help though that noone actually knows When Shen Yuan will ever show up or how long he'll actually stay. It definitely varies, sometimes he'll just be passing through the area on his way to some other cool place, sometimes he stays for a few months in order to teach a couple classes on useful plants and dangerous animals.

Often during his visits, he visits the other peaks too. He talks with Mu Qingfang about about medicinal plants while he's treated for any injuries he has (it's not his fault he's accident prone, and if he fell of that cliff while trying to follow a very cool bird-thing no one needs to know). He has tea with Yue Qingyuan (who met him for the first time and said "our younger brother"); Shen Jiu is decidedly not happy about this but "oh well he'll live"

[sincerlyus]

BUT I SHOULD TELL YOU THAT I THINK OF YOU EACH NIGHT!!!!!!

I RUB MY NIPPLESSSSSS AND START MOANING WITH DEALIGHT!!!!1!1!!1!1

DEAR EVAN HANSEN, WE'VE BEEN WAY TOO OUT OF TOUCH

THINGS HAVE BEEN CRAZY AND IT SUCKS THAT WE DON'T TALK THAT MUCH

[filled-with-fat]

My best friend made me fat and I didn’t even realise

I’ve known Jared since 4th grade, when he joined my elementary school in Houston. Initially, we weren’t really that close, but our parents worked together, and so gradually both our families become inseparable friends.

Aged 10, I was incredibly skinny, I didn’t eat a lot, some of the teachers at school even thought I had an eating disorder. Whereas, Jared on the other hand was a fairly chubby kid.

We would spend every summer together on a joint family trip, sometimes we would go to Disneyland, other times we would go to Mexico. Being with Jared and his family was always a fun time, and some of my best memories from being a teenager were when we were together.

When me and Jared graduated high school, we both went to the same college, and by chance got allocated the same dorm. My lifelong best friend, who I had spent nearly every second of my teenage years with, was now sharing the EXACT SAME dorm as me at college. Honestly we couldn’t believe the coincidence, but nevertheless we were both really thankful we didn’t have to share a room with a total stranger!

Aged 18, Jared was definitely on the larger side, just as he had always been, and I was still the skinny twink that could fit a size 0. But that all changed after sharing a room with Jared for a year … now that I was away from home, I had to start preparing meals for myself, and both me and Jared were not very accustomed to cooking … Jared would order takeout almost every night, and I was too lazy to make something healthy, so we would sit on his bed, watching our favourite Netflix series, eating pizza after pizza after pizza. It become our daily routine. Some nights we would venture to the on-campus Mcdonalds with some of our friends, or buy pre-prepared meals to heat in the microwave, but that was the closest we got to cooking our own food. Jared had some disgusting eating habits too, I suppose all guys of his size would, he would wake up at 3am, and stuff down a full bag of chips. I’m embarrassed to admit I started doing the same when I began to get hungry in the night 😅

Slowly but surely, me and Jared started packing on the pounds. All the effects of our unhealthy eating habits took a toll on our bodies. Jared got bigger, a lot bigger. My once chubby friend was now a 400lbs sophomore. And I had grown a protruding gut that spilled over my fat pad and thighs. We were both alarmingly fat, but I didn’t notice, honestly, and neither did Jared. Eating together had become our new obsession, it was our thing. During the day on campus Jared would go out of his way to come find me, insisting that we had to eat together. He said he only felt comfortable eating around me, that only I shared his love for food. I started seeing a side to my best friend that I had never seen before.

As the end of year approached, and we got allocated different rooms for the next semester, me and Jared found out that we would no longer be sharing a dorm. Jared became hysterical. I returned to our dorm to find him eating the chocolate-frosted cake I had stored in our freezer. He looked at me, almost embarrassed by his appearance. A 20 year old man, 400lbs fat, lying on his bed scoffing his face with cake, his mouth, cheeks and hands covered in chocolate. Jared told me how he had loved sharing a dorm with me, and that he didn’t want to come back to college unless we would continue to be in the same dorm. He said he loved our late night snacking, and how some nights we would fall asleep together after binge eating Burger King. Jared said he loved me. My childhood best friend, whom I had spent all of my best teenage years with, now confessed he had feelings for me. At that point, I leant in to pick up a piece of cake, and held it in front of his chocolate-covered mouth, he began to smile as I fed it to him.

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out of your league - paul x reader

AN: you guys showed so much love for the five parts of this series. honestly lost for words because i can’t thank you guys enough 💜 xoxo <<prev >>next

Dinner was quiet. The sounds of plates being scraped. Jared was wearing an unreadable expression. You chose silence because you wouldn’t be able to know how he feels.

“I’m going home now.” Jared says quietly as he lifts his plate and puts it in the sink.

“Don’t forget what I said.” Sam says and Jared looks at him for a second, scoffs, and swings the door shut. Sam shakes his head and turns his attention back to what stands before his plate.

You help Emily clean the kitchen as Paul puts his things into his new room. Emily keeping the silence from falling and you appreciate it.

“How do you do it?” you ask her, amazed by how she doesn’t seem to let this unnatural world bother her.

“Patience. It’s not easy but you learn to find the good in things.” She just tells you. You make sure to keep note of that.

Emily offers you pajamas and you take them into Paul’s room. You set the clothes on the bed and you hug him from behind. He turns around and pull into his arms. He sits down with you and kiss you.

You pull back. “I’m going to go to change.”

He’s silent as you grab the pajamas that are given to you. He slowly takes them from your hands and set them to the side. You’re confused. He goes through a drawer and pulls out his large t shirt.

“Here, wear this instead.” He says. You take it and turn but he has a hold of your arm. You look at him.

“Just change in here.” he says in the most tempting voice. He sits on the bed and organizes his items on his nightstand. One by one, your items come off until you’re in nothing but his shirt and you crawl in bed.

He joins you and traps you in his arms. You rub his back up and down slowly. As you’re drifting, you feel fingers. You turn, groggily trying to find a new position but all you feel is touch. A soft sigh escapes and you feel a drift of air on your stomach. You look and dark eyes are staring back at you.

“Paul.”

“Can I just please?” He asks, he doesn’t let you say a response and claims you on his mouth. You’re panting when he lets go.

“They will hear us.” You say. He looks you up and down hungrily and you feel tempted. You want to say forget the consequences. He accepts this and lays back down.

The next morning, you feel for him with your arm but find it empty and cold. It’s not bright outside so you check the time to see that it’s a bit earlier than your usual wake up time. You rub your eyes and throw on the same outfit from yesterday and walk into the kitchen. Emily had breakfast already on the counter ready to eat.

“Good morning.” you croak out to her.

“Good morning.” She replies brightly with good energy. She hands you a plate and you both serve yourselves.

“They’re out patrolling if you’re wondering where Sam and Paul went.” Emily says. You nod.

“I have something you can wear for school today so you don’t have to go back home.”

You didn’t wear her pajamas so you accept.

After breakfast, she gives you a nice outfit and you appreciate it very much.

“2 days of school left! How do you feel?” she asks you.

“Relieved,” you say in relief, “I’m not going on the last day of school.” You didn’t have to. You were coming today to just turn in the last bit of your work.

“Well, no more crappy school lunch that’s for sure.” She chuckles which makes you chuckle together.

Emily drives you and drops you off and she invites you back over to spend the weekend. You greatly agree.

Kim still hasn’t came to school and you were getting worried. You made plans to call her and then stop past her house if she doesn’t answer. The school day was pretty slow for the most part. Some teachers even put on a movie for the class.

“Y/N right?” a guy comes up to you.

“Yeah?” you say to him and he sits down next to you in a class. The teacher wasn’t teaching and let the class socialize since no work was being assigned.

“I don’t want to bother you…but I heard you’re pretty good in art. I was wondering you could help me with a project I’m working on.” He goes on to say nervously.

Your face lights up. You’re engaged into what he has to say.

“Oh wow what project are you working on?” you ask excitedly. He smiles, super glad that you are interested. He had seen some of your art when you would doodle in a blasé manner.

“It’s just finishing up some touches to my art portfolio. I was wondering if you could teach me on how to get my artwork out there too.” He goes on to explain. You listen to him carefully and you couldn’t be more than happy to help him.

He didn’t come off flirty or anything. You can tell he was educated about the arts. He needs to turn in his art portfolio by next week and wants to see if you are available that Sunday. You agree and class is over.

When you come outside, Paul is waiting for you. You’re on your way to meet him and the guy from earlier says goodbye to you and walks towards a car. You smile back and wave.

You turn your smile to Paul and he’s looking at the guy. You nudge him and get in the car. As he’s driving on the road, you tell him to take you to your house.

“I thought you were coming back over.” he says to you confused.

“Yeah but I want to draw. Plus I have no clothes.” you tell him.

He doesn’t say anything after that. You run in your house and to pack an overnight bag and put your valuable items in it. Paul walks in with you and sits in a chair that’s in your room.

You then turn to him and show him your packed bag. “Okay I got everything.”

He looks back at you with an unreadable expression.

“What?” you ask him softly.

“Nothing.” he says and gets up and carries your bag with you following him back into the car.

The ride is quiet and you try to crack jokes to liven up mood but you know something is wrong.

You come in but he stays outside. You go on about your day. You call Kim and she still doesn’t answer. You decide to take a walk and check up on your friend. You knock on her door and her mother opens the door.

“Hi..Is Kim home?” you ask. She gestured you in and offers you a snack but you politely decline. You knock on her bedroom door and hear her voice. “Yes?”

“Kim. It’s me Y/N.” you tell her. You’re met with silence.

“Come in.” she finally says.

She’s cuddled in her bed with her laptop glowing.

“Hey. You like..disappeared off the face of the earth.” you say jokingly and she sighs and looks down.

“I’m sorry Kim. I shouldn’t have just abandoned you.” You tell her.

She shrugs and mutters, “Its okay.”

“I heard what happened with…Jared.”

Her face looks stunned, “I don’t want to talk about that right now.”

“Kim. Please? I can’t be in this by myself.” your tell her.

“Be in what? Sure maybe I was wrong about Paul using you. It’s nice and all that you know you have a soulmate for life but….mine doesn’t want me.” she chokes out the last part.

“I can talk to him. I can make him reconsider.” you promise but she shakes her head.

“No. I’m leaving for college anyways. I’m not going to force someone to feel something for the sake of me.” she says. You stay with her until it’s past nighttime and you have to head back.

“Please don’t be a stranger.” Kim says to you. She was still sad but she was better than how you found her.

“I promise.” you tell her and close the door behind you.

You walk into Emily clearing the table from the feast that was evident. “Sorry I’m back so late.”

Emily waves you off, “It’s okay! Don’t apologize. I saved food for you.”

As you’re eating, Paul comes out disheveled, proof of his nap.

He sits down next to you and sleepily blinks.

“Where have you been?” he asks.

“Kim’s.” you tell him.

He gets up and walks away and you look at him with a perplexed expression.

“Did something happen while I was gone?” you ask.

Emily turns from putting the sponge in the sink and shakes her head, “Not that I know of.”

You enter the bedroom and Paul went back to sleep. You decided to sit on the floor and draw with the small light that is left on.

After that night, Paul was always leaving. Always having to go on patrol. You spent your time with Emily. Sunday comes fast and Paul lets you know he has no patrol.

“Um..I’m going to be gone for a bit.” You tell him as you eat your breakfast.

His grin fades and turns sullen, “Really? When was the last time it was just us without me being so tired.”

“I promise this shouldn’t take long. We can spend time together after that.”

“What plans?” he asks.

“Someone wants my opinion on their art so I’m going to check it out and I will be back.” you tell him.

You make your way to the guy’s house and he’s not alone. His girlfriend is there as well and your worries erase. He’s really talented. You give him some pointers and help him with putting his portfolio together and marketing it. You helped him set his website up. He thanks you so much for your help.

Walking through the door, Paul is sitting at the table. The house is eerily quiet and you go to hug him. He retracts and your heart shatters.

“What-What’s wrong?” you ask him. He gets up and takes a sniff.

“You ditched me to go hang with some guy, that’s what’s wrong.”

“What? I told you….Paul, I don’t want to argue.” You say and turn into the hallway.

He follows you, “Well I do. You talk so much about trust to turn around to do the same thing to me.” he says.

“Okay. I told you the truth. If you don’t believe me then fine. I’m not going to bump heads with you or say something that I don’t mean. Okay?” you tell him.

“You have to get rid of his smell.” he simply states.

“What smell?”

“You reek of him. My wolf doesn’t like it.” he says seriously and his eyes turn dark.

You walk into the bathroom and come back out fully drenched. You walk in to fetch your clothes. Paul sits on the bed with his arms on his knees. His eyes are still darkened and it’s like he’s really seeing you. You would’ve been lying if you said it didn’t find him more attractive.

He rises up and caress your face with his nose and slides it to your neck. You automatically tilt your head to the side, giving him access to it. You feel a sharp nip and he dances his tongue with yours. Forgetting you had a towel on, you reach up around his neck and pull him down to you. He didn’t forget. He shamelessly allowed his hands to explore your body, leaving behind goosebumps. His hands go up under your towel and really feels you. Your moan breaks you out of the trance he had you in.

“They will hear us.” You say to him and he doesn’t change his lustful expression.

“They’re out for date night. They won’t be back until later.” he explains. You felt nerves set in, not knowing how far he would go. You were inexperienced and you had no idea.

He goes back for your mouth, taking his time to savor you. You feel your towel shrug down and the heat from his body radiates onto you. Pressed forward on his chest, you melt into him. He has more passion now. He never lets you go and lifts you onto his bed. Your hands fly to your breasts and your legs clench closed from being exposed in front of him. He takes you in with his eyes and slowly grabs your hands away. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when his lips and his tongue are on your chest. His one hand kneading the other, with his groans hitting your ears. You felt your body raise up to him, wanting to be covered in all of his warmth. He takes his time to travel down and uses his fingers to guide him. He looks down at you, eyes filled with enjoyment and whispers for you to relax. He gently spreads you open with a fresh blush on your face. You watched him latch his mouth onto you and your head gradually lied back onto his mattress. He ate your heart out and you swore you saw stars. You didn’t know someone’s mouth and fingers could make you feel like this.

As you twitch a bit, he takes your hand and pressed it onto his hardened area. “You want this?” he asks, thrusting forward a bit, not too much. His eyes are still intense on you as he licks his lips and you nod, not wanting to speak to ruin the moment. He looks down and pushes your hand down until you’re gripping nothing but veiny flesh in your hand. You never felt this before and him melting in your hands makes you turned on. Before stepping out of his shorts, he tells you, “Don’t look down.” You keep your eyes to the ceiling, not knowing why he would tell you such thing. You feel a rubbing sensation that’s mixed with pressure. A noise escapes your lips as the sensation is rubbed up and down. You just had to look down. A huge glossy head stares back at you, gliding gracefully on your skin, between and up your folds.

Finding out he was big in other areas was a shocker. The thing he tried to hide from you was rubbing in your sleek natural lubricant. The sounds of it with both of you moaning and groaning fills the air. Just the sight alone made you almost lose your mind. Your hips meets his movements and you reach a bit to feel with a couple of your fingers. His head is titled back a bit as he feels and grope on your chest with his mouth slightly open.

You felt him trying to poke through in you but the pain makes you push back on him a bit. He finds your eyes and sports a lax grin, “I told you not to look.” He’s tries his best to gently ease in but he feels you tense up. He takes his time, in no rush and he goes back to using his tongue to feel you as if he was a thirsty man in the middle of the desert. He glides his hands on the skin that’s between your legs and tells you to relax. You let out a breath and he’s in. You gasp and you feel him move out a bit. The bottom part of your body clings onto him and you move forward. He gifts you slow strong strokes that has you feeling like you’re out of your mind. His body heat pumping in you, making you willingly open your legs wider. He supports his weight with his hands and works his hips into you with a steady rhythm. He goes faster to get the last bit of the crushed velvet feeling until he pulls out and spills the white substance in his hand while quickly pumping himself, groaning in the process with his head up and eyes closed.

You slowly pick your towel back up and wrap it around you and he follows you to the bathroom. In a bright light you see white mixed with red, he cleans himself up and you get a better look at him. He turns back to look at you. You look at him back. You felt like you two were really into one.

“You okay?” he asks while putting on a new pair of shorts. You recross your legs and recross them while wearing a shirt that he once again persuaded you to wear. You lie comfortably in his bed.

“Yes.” you say. You were more than okay. You felt complete even.

“There’s something I should tell you.” he says as he dips besides you in bed. You do nothing but wait for his response.

He lies on his side and looks down at you.

“I should be getting my own place soon.” he says to you.

You smile. “That’s really great.” You lift up and kiss him.

”You’re moving in with me right?” Paul says.

You were shocked. You look at him trying to find the right words. He searches your eyes to see if he could distinguish you and your thoughts. He lies on his back and you are now on your side looking down at him.

”Do..you really want me to?” you ask.

“Yes. Would you quit being in your head so much? I want to spend the rest of my life with you and you’re still questioning everything I do.” He says a bit frustrated.

“Okay.” you laugh softly. You were going to go with the flow. You looked up at him and he had a look of contentment. Like as if he finally let his guard down.

[nonotnolan]

Jock Cock, Part 2

Check out Part 1 here.

"Excuse me, Professor Jones?" I wasn't expecting to be recognized out in public, but I did live in town, and it wasn't unheard of for a few of my more friendly students to engage in small talk if they happened to see me out grocery shopping or what have you. I'm usually too introverted to develop deep bonds with students, especially over a trivial intro course, but some people just want to be social.

"Please, just Mr. Jones. Or Kevin. I'm a teaching assistant, not a… Jared?" I certainly wasn't expecting a member of the basketball team greeting me out in public. "Do I… I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting to be recognized. I don't think you've ever been enrolled in one of my classes?"

He smiled at me, letting his bags drop to the ground. "Well, we've crossed paths before, I just didn't make much of an impression on you. I don't take it personally, I was a pretty non-descript guy." The thought of Jared ever blending into a crowd was… ridiculous, to say the least. My skepticism must have shown up on my face, because he started laughing at me. "The real me, not Jared. I'm the same guy who swapped with Adam last month."

I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks as I recalled that night. He dumped three different loads in my ass once he was no longer my student. It was one of the most risky hookups I have ever had, but that made it all the more exciting. Especially since the man inside of Adam's body clearly had experience. Most guys with a fuck stick over seven inches were terrible in bed, but he was diligent about both foreplay and aftercare. Snuggling against a tight chest of rippling muscles, breathing deeply the manly aroma of his musky pits, gazing deeply into his eyes as his fingers ran through my hair… I didn't even realize I was daydreaming until I felt the strain of my cock against my boxer briefs.

"You wanna do it again?" he said, whispering softly. "Jared hired me to take care of Summer School exams for him. I've still got two more days inside of this body, and I'd love to see you again. That razor sharp mind of yours is just�� the fucking sexiest thing about you, Kev. I want to be near you, I want to pull you in close and hold you tight." The stranger's hand slid down to his crotch and cupped his junk. "And I want to rail you with this jock cock until you scream."

I started to fidget with my suit jacket. "Jared... Adam... whoever it is that you are... look, it was risky enough when you were in the body of someone who graduated. Jared is... what, a junior? He's barely 21. And he's still a student"

"But he's not your student," countered the stranger. "I looked up the university policy. It only matters if there is a conflict of interest, like student and teacher. And age means nothing as long as the body is legal, which it is. Besides, you're... what, mid 30s? A bit older? That's nothing for hookup culture."

As always, the man had a point. Was he always this confident, or was that a side effect of wearing a jock's skin? "I mean, you're right, I just... I'm not a big fan of hookup culture. I know we had that night when you were Adam, but... I'd much rather go on a date and get to know you first. And I can't help but feel guilty that these athletes don't know you're having sex in their bodies, so that plus the hookup guilt is... it's a bit much for me. I really should say no. It's not personal."

Jared, the man inside of Jared, just smiled at me. "I don't know what sort of operation you think I'm running, but I make them all sign contracts that outline everything I'm allowed to do while I'm inside in their body, sex included. So if you don't want a hookup, I guess I'll just have to hang out a bit before we fuck. Why don't you come back to my place? We can hang out at the pool before we head upstairs."

"Pretty nice apartment complex, right? Jared's parents are loaded." He smiled at me as I glanced around the property. I knew the buildings in this part of town were incredibly expensive, but I didn't realize just how extravagant they were.

My eyes were drawn to the water droplets running down his muscular pecs. "Well, honestly, I assumed it was due to his status as a star athlete," I said, trying to keep my eyes focused on his face.

He shook his head. "Nah, they barely get paid anything, and the regulations around it are pretty bullshit. The scholarships cover the classes, but anything else is a crapshoot. Most of the athletes I hop into, I have them pay me by giving me extra time in their body. I don't think I could ever develop all this," he gestured at his chest for emphasis, "on my own. Being a jock is a lot of hard work and dedication, but borrowing it? Much easier. I love being able to borrow bodies like this, and doing their schoolwork is a breeze. It's a pretty sweet gig for someone like me."

"It sounds like you're being a bit hard on yourself, Mr...?"

The man in Jared's body shrugged. "Call me Mike, if you want. Or you can call me Fuck. That's what you'll be screaming later, when I'm balls deep in that ass of yours." It was one of the dumbest lines I'd heard, but the delivery was aided by the absolute stud who said it. "Come on, let's head upstairs. If you want a date, we can have coffee between rounds."

"You are going to be the death of me," I said, panting for breath. I could feel the sweat dripping down my thighs-- among other fluids, given that I'd already taken two loads from Mike's current body. I was falling for him, hard. "Okay, I have to be awkward. You clearly have a crush on me if you're trying to find me when you're in these hot bodies. But if you're not going to let me return the favor… where do you see this going?"

He just started laughing. "Why does it have to go anywhere? We're just two gay guys enjoying a series of casual hookups. It happens all the time."

I rolled off of the mattress and walked over to where I had tossed off most of my clothes. "Because I want it to go somewhere, Jar-- Mike. I don't want to have a series of casual hookups. I know a lot of guys are fine with that sort of culture, but… I'm not. I need more than this."

"Whoa, hey…" He came up behind me and pulled me close, and I could feel the warmth of his body. "Kevin. My guy. You don't even know what I look like. Are you in love with me, the idea of me, or the jock cock that I can provide to you?" He started grinding his growing erection against my bare ass for emphasis-- God, of course Jared's body was already prepared for round three. "I promise you, a relationship will never live up to your dreams. Don't ruin a good thing by trying to get even more. Just sit back and enjoy the dick, for as long as I can supply it."

I brushed his arm off my shoulder and stepped further away. "I can't… Mike, I'm not going to settle for 'good enough' in matters of love. And if that means ruining a good thing to chase what I want… what I need? That's what I'm going to do." I kept waiting for him to say something as I started getting dressed, but he just stared at me with his arms crossed.

He followed me out of the apartment, though he remained silent as he walked behind me. I guess he thought I would realize that his dick was too good to leave, and he had been right all along? I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. We were both too stubborn to admit defeat.

"I'll… see you around in some other college stud, I guess."

Check out Part 3 here.

[thecapricunt1616]

Very First Time (c.b. one-shot)

𝓢𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 (𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓣𝓒): “It’s you who wants to kiss me. I told you I’m a better kisser then you, so, if you don’t believe me why don’t you come find out.” He mused and went right back to reading. You sat there for a few moments, dumbfounded. You had a crush on Carmy, but it was only founded when you weren’t together - well, that was a lie, you still thought about kissing him while you were with him but would scold yourself for it that it was weird because he’s your best friend and it’s wrong to think of him that way. 

♡ Chapter Inspo: So High School - Taylor Swift ; "You know what you wanted & boy you got her" ♡ Summary: Based on ✩This✩ big brained ask from @carmenberzattosgf ♡ W/C: 9.4K ♡ Posted Date: 06/11/2024 ♡ A/N: Omg I had so much fucking fun writing this you have no idea!!! I hope this satisfies your virgin carmy tooth my dirty olive martini! Also, New look for this one shot how are we feeling yall? ♡ Warnings for BTC: SMUT SMUT SMUT, Characters are 18+, High school relationship, childhood best friend trope, virgin!carmy, Fem!/AFAB!Reader, R has long hair, No use of Y/N (r goes by childhood nickname 'squish'

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♡ ➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡ ➵ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ♡

2010

You had thought about this year at least monthly since … well - kindergarten. This was your year. 

Graduation year. 

4 decent years of high school were coming to a close. You were freshly 18 as of last week, and felt exactly the same. You actually felt worse now that your birthday had passed you by. Why? Oh. Virginity. Still having one, that thing. 

As far as you knew, all of your friends had lost theirs by now, well - you weren’t so sure. You’d think asking your longest time friend if they were also holding onto their precious dire to get rid of virginity cards as well would be easy, right? 

Wrong. Very wrong. 

This was because your bestest longest term friend? You’d been concealing a massive crush on him since sophomore year. Well, actually - technically 7th grade, when he saved your volcano from prematurely erupting by pouring borax in the hole from his project about borax crystallization after the nastiest girl in the grade dumped the cup of vinegar in it while you weren’t looking so it would explode prematurely while the teacher wasn’t watching and you’d get zero credit. 

But, you told yourself that he was just a really nice person like his sister who had babysat you a few times, so he’d probably heard about you from her and was simply being friendly. Nevertheless, the interaction made you fast friends. 

What sealed the deal to you being so close, though, was when a few days later one of the mean boys in the grade tried to make Carmy his newest victim by continually throwing pencils at the back of his head. He did this every class to someone new, and always while the teacher wasn’t looking. 

You had waited just until half a second before the pencil flew and  “Mrs.Harrison!” urgently left your lips, she quickly looked up, just in time to see the moron let the pencil go, it hit the back of Carmys head, and for Carmy send him a silent glare. 

“Jared! That’s a week of detention. It has been you with those pencils. I’m calling home too- this disruptive behavior is unacceptable!” She was so focused on writing out detention slips that she didn’t even remember you had grabbed her attention. Carmy gave you one of his shy close-mouthed smiles that made his adorable dimples show before going back to drawing some pair of cargo jean looking things on the inside of his notebook cover. 

This sealed your friendship because you had shown him your loyalty. You have my back, I have yours was always the mentality between you two. By the time you got to high school, you and Carmy were attached at the hip. In middle school, specifically in eighth grade, people would tease you two that you were dating. 

The both of you were late bloomers and hadn’t even thought about Carmy or anyone in that way yet, but by sophomore year of high school the teasing really hit home because you did have a crush on him but thought you were absolutely sure he could never like you back, that he saw you as a sister. 

Until one fateful June afternoon. 

You were laid on your full sized bed together in your childhood bedroom, flicking through a J-14 magazine to get all the latest gossip on the celebrities you follow when you settle on the Ask Sabrina page, a forum where a girl answers dating and love questions. 

Dear Sabrina, 

I was wondering - what age should you have your first kiss, French kiss, lose your virginity etc? I’m already 16 and I haven’t had sex yet, I had my first kiss at 14 and my first French kiss this year. But I feel like such a loser cause all my friends are having sex, and say it’s so much fun!! Is it really worth the hype? 

Jane from California

You roll your eyes. 16 and already had her first French kiss. She was 2 years ahead of you in that sense. You hadn’t had sex yet, either. You hadn’t really kissed a boy for real either. The only kiss you’d had to date was -

Ew! 

You had to rectify this situation immediately. The only kiss you’d had to date was Billy Guerrero? In fifth grade?! You couldn’t believe yourself. You’d let time slip away, you’d let your real first kiss prime time slip away. What guy is gonna want a girl at college who was gonna want to date a girl who can’t even kiss properly! You’d bet Carmy had kissed girls, hell he’d probably had sex already. With who you weren’t sure because the only person Carmy opened his mouth to give more then a muttered yes or no were you, and his direct family. 

Maybe it was with Claire down the street, she always seemed to you to be sweet on him. He would probably be better for him, anyway. If Mikey wasn’t teasing him about her being his girlfriend, he was teasing about you being his girlfriend. Each time he brought it up Carmy would go red as a tomato and tell him to shut up, and if Richie was around it would get even worse. 

You wondered if he liked it, why he didn’t tell you about it - wait - why hadn’t the two of you talked about sex? It wasn’t until this moment you’d realized you’d never breached the topic. You laid your magazine on your chest, flicking the cover of Carmys Spider-Man comic with your nail to get his attention from your position sprawled out over his thighs as your pillow. 

“Mm” he hums in response, blue eyes continuing to move across the page. That was something you always loved about Carmy, those large round blue eyes. You loved to tease him that he looked like Flik from bugs life. You’d done very intense studying of those eyes from your many intense staring contests over the summer breaks you two spent together, he would cheat to win, of course - but you liked having an excuse to look at his eyes, so you didn’t mind. 

“What was your first kiss like?” You test the waters. Without even realizing what you had done, he mirrored you and laid his open comic on his chest to hold his page so he could give you his full attention. 

“First kiss?” He repeats. You couldn’t believe how much better his stutter had gotten over last summer. He had told you he wanted it gone or at least as gone as he could get it by the time you went off to college, so the two of you checked out all the speech pathology books the library had to offer and got to work every day. It was hard work, but after about a month he got the hang of it. 

“Very first kiss, well - real kiss” you clarify and by nature he brushed away your bangs that had fallen in front of your eyes from the woosh of air that came from putting his comic down. 

“Uh- w-wh-“ he stops himself, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, focusing really hard on what he was trying to say and a few seconds later he tries again “what’s a real kiss? Like a kiss that’s not just the back of my hand?” He joked and you snorted a chuckle, rolling your eyes playfully. 

“Yes dummy like- like a real kiss on a date or something or like…I dunno have you ever had a girlfriend? Well, before you met me? Would a 6th grade girlfriend count?” You thought out loud. You hadn’t ever had a boyfriend before, and Carmy hadn’t said he was dating anyone and spent all of his time with you that wasn’t spent at home or at school, so you could safely assume he hadn’t, but just wanted to be sure. 

“n-no- no girlfriend uh- why do you ask?” He cleared his throat that way Richie did after he asked a question he knew was stupid and you shrugged a bit 

“So who have you kissed? Claire?” You ask and those big blue eyes go wide as saucers as he shakes his head no like a bobble head 

“What - what?! W-why why would you think I kissed Claire? Claire- Claire Dunlap? from down the street?” He clarified, his cheeks heating up

“Woah! Do you have a crush on her?” You sat up and he groaned, rubbing over his face dramatically. 

“Squiiish. Not you too” he groaned dramatically. “No! I don’t like Claire! Actually to be f-fucking honest everyone always trying to cram her down my throat makes me hate her!” He huffed 

“Well then who have you kissed! A real kiss!?” You question with a laugh, unsure why he was being so secretive over something so small. The two of you could vote in the next election for Christ sake, a kiss shouldn’t be this big of a deal. 

“No one!” He blurts, the heat from his cheeks bleeding up to the tips of his ears and down his neck and collarbones. “There. Ok! No one and I sure as fuck didn’t kiss Claire Dunlap.” He crossed his arms, averting your gaze. You were sat there, just staring. You were frankly trying to absorb that, it was surprising to you with such a stud of an older brother - he hadn’t gotten around. 

“Me either” you said after a few beats of silence and his eyes quickly found yours again, mouth dropping slightly and he blinked a few times, the way that told you he was trying to digest what you were saying. 

“Y-you haven’t kissed Claire-“

“Anyone” you interrupted. His jaw dropped like a trout as he stared at you in shock and you grabbed your magazine, rolling it up and bonking him on the head with it.  “Don’t look at me like that! You haven’t kissed anyone either! I technically have you beat because I kissed Billy G. at recess in fifth grade once even though it was just like… a mom kiss you know like a- like” you demonstrate a little puckery peck of your lips. 

His eyes narrowed with jealousy and you smiled proudly “Squish, one - Bear? Zero” that was one thing about you two, you were always in a competition of some kind. Who could run farther, who could read a book faster, who could get their homework done first, you never realized it translated into other things too, and that neither of you were in the lead. 

“I bet I’m better then you at kissing even though I haven’t done it I’ve practiced more so I’m good when it’s time for me to show my skill” he smirked, picking up his comic again. You scoffed 

“Practice? On what, your bathroom mirror? It doesn’t count if it’s not a person, dummy.” You said and he shrugged 

“Find out” he said casually, eyes not tearing up from the page. Now it was your cheeks that felt like they were on fire. Find out?! Find out what, does he even realize what he’s offering you right now?! 

“Find out? What- you want to kiss me?” You said and he smirked a bit, dimples showing and his eyes flick back to yours. 

“It’s you who wants to kiss me. I told you I’m a better kisser then you, so, if you don’t believe me why don’t you come find out.” He mused and went right back to reading. You sat there for a few moments, dumbfounded. You had a crush on Carmy, but it was only founded when you weren’t together - well, that was a lie, you still thought about kissing him while you were with him but would scold yourself for it that it was weird because he’s your best friend and it’s wrong to think of him that way. 

But now he was just offering like it was his apple he didn’t want at lunch.  

“French or regular?” You ask, trying to play it cool and the astonished look on his face led you to cackle, shoving his shoulder “what?! Stop looking at me like that weirdo!” You said and he smiled, shaking his head and doing one of those slow Carmy blinks as he sighs, a little smirk on his lips. He always reminded you of Natalie when he did that, he must have gotten it from her. 

“You want me to stick my tongue in your mouth?” He mused and you nod

“I actually think it goes both ways- and with 0 practice I’d win. Sure of it.” You said cockily and shrugged a bit. He snorts a chuckle

“And how do we determine a winner?” He asked, shutting his comic and resting it on the nightstand next to your bed like he was genuinely weighing the offer in his mind. 

You were quiet for a few moments, looking at him carefully - and it seemed like he was serious as you were, so you said “It’s supposed to feel good, right? So…whoever like..moans first?” 

“Uh o-okay- okay sure um.” He swallowed thickly, wiping his hands on his jeans that you assumed were clammy now how they got when he was nervous. “So- how- how do you wanna like- sit,” he asked. Fuck. You were just now realizing you weren’t actually sure. Your heart was thumping so hard in your chest, blood was roaring in your ears. This was all going so fast - you were going to do it. You were going to kiss your crush. 

“Uh-“ you said stupidly, tucking your hair behind your ears and digging your chapstick out of your pocket, cause guys like soft cherry flavored lips, right? If he was kissing you for a stupid competition you may as well make it good. “Yeah um. I think, maybe criss cross? Right? Like how we would play sailer by the sea” you crossed your legs and sat in front of him 

“We should play later I’ve been practicing with nat - I’m totally gonna beat you” he crossed his legs, and you moved in closer so your knees were touching but your faces were still about 2 feet apart, too big a distance for a kiss. “Also- we’re gonna need to be closer” he said plainly. You snorted a laugh,

“Yes - we can play. How am I supposed to get closer?” You asked, and in one fluid motion he stuck his hands under your calves, and uncrossed your legs before dragging you forward quickly and wrapping your legs around his waist. You could feel his breath. 

“There” he looks at you, eyes fanning from your eyes to your lips and back again. “That’s ok, right?” The low softness of his voice, mixed with the action of him just taking control how he did - it sent this feeling down to your core that felt so good. Like a pleasureful pulsing heartbeat, the only time you got that feeling was when you were alone in bed at night squeezing your thighs together thinking about Carmy. 

“Mmhmm” you hummed, unsure what to do with your hands so you settled for placing them on your thighs. “So- uh- ok. I guess um..let’s get started?” Your voice was small, nervous. A definite switch of roles for the two of you. You weren’t sure if this was normal, but you assumed it was for Carmy. 

He was being so normal about it, the same normal he was when you got your period at his house - he just went to Natalie’s bathroom, and came back to the guest bathroom with a few pads and tampons for you, as well as feminine wipes - normal. Not weird, like this happens every day for him. Like - periods (or in this case) sex isn’t the most embarrassing thing to teen life. His chill demeanor told you that he strictly saw it as a platonic friendly competition, so why do your panties feel sticky all the sudden?

“It’s ok- we don’t have to-“ he’s interrupted by your lips on his, 

Now or never, right? 

It was warm, a little messy at first, you found out quickly you should close your eyes since he closed his and once you did it was much easier to just focus on the sensation. His lips were soft, he tasted like the bowl of trix cereal he must have had before he came over. The way his lips moved with yours was… gentle, sweet, unhurried- you found yourself chasing them when he pulled away slightly and that caused you to open your eyes 

“You-“ he huffs a small chuckle “you have t’kiss back, Squish. S’like i’m kissing a wall here” he said. You took a shaky breath, not even realizing you were just sat there like a dead fish, unmoving, in awe that his lips were really on yours. If you hadn’t just finished your period a week ago you’d be scrambling to the bathroom to see what was going on because you were gushing. 

“Uh- sorry- sorry. I was just warming up” you clear your throat awkwardly, fingers tapping on your thighs nervously “lets try again” you said, leaning in and additionally mashing your nose with his “ow- oh- gosh, sorry” you giggle and he followed suit 

“S’not your fault my beak is getting in the way” he joked, gently tilting your face and bringing his lips back to yours. You got the message this time, moving your lips with his and wow. It felt…good. That heartbeat right above your cunt had never pulsed so hard before, it nearly hurt and you weren’t sure what to do about it with him right there. 

You’d usually use the firm corner of one of your throw pillows you kept on your bed when this uncomfortable sensation happened, thinking of exactly this - kissing Carmy - and hump it, and hump it, and hump it, until you were frustrated to tears because you still felt like you weren’t finished. That the feeling would never go away unless you stopped thinking about Carmy like that - but it was addictive, and you couldn’t help but think you were chasing something. 

It all elevated when you felt his tongue on your bottom lip, it was almost like the sensation in your core was beginning to travel throughout your entire body and that had never happened before. It went from just that strong pulsing in your cunt, travelling to a tightness that was winding up in your stomach, your breasts felt good - as strange as that thought was, the only time you remembered they were there was when they were sore because your period was coming, so the warm gushy feeling in your chest and the pangs of pleasure that were coursing through you from the simple swipe of his tongue was something to be revered.

From there, it was like you were following a script you hadn’t even known you’d memorized. Your hands found his shoulders, before travelling to the back of his neck and rubbing over the little curls at the base. You swipe your tongue over his, fingers sprawling over the back of his head to pull him in closer. You didn’t know what came over you, but you deepened the kiss, and he accepted. His hands found the back of your waist, squeezing gently and trailing up your sides, stopping hard below your breasts.

You pulled away, looking at him. If it was any other day, he’d have thought you were initiating a staring contest, but the blown-out look in your eyes and small pants leaving your lips reminded him of when their family cat had a little too much catnip and started climbing the screen doors, wild. His eyes nearly fell out of his head when the next question left your lips 

“Have you had sex before?” your voice was breathy, if you had known better you’d have called it for what it was - horny. The only thing on your mind was Carmy, not how your mom would be home any minute and you forgot to take out the chicken for dinner, not how it probably isn’t a normal thing for best friends or any friends really, to kiss. But you and Carmy hadn’t really ever been ‘normal’ friends. 

“Uhhh” he tried to find his words. He looked so pretty. His cheeks were the pretty flush pink you loved on him so much, it suited him. His lips were swollen and kiss bitten and red. You realized that the glossiness on them was a mixture of your salivas and that brought a burst of that delicious warmth to your chest. “N-no, haven’t have you- I mean- can you have sex without kissing?” he wondered out loud.

“I don’t want to leave high school a virgin” you blurt out. It was half true, you did feel a bit like a loser, even though you could always lie and tell people you had done it even if you hadn’t. It also felt like the one opportunity was presenting itself for you to have sex with your childhood crush and if he agreed, then a win is a win in your book.

“Alright and- and uh” he sits back on the headboard, huffing a chuckle and rubbing over his mouth as he thought, staring up at the ceiling to try and get a gauge on what he was about to say. It was one of the habits he’d picked up during all of your speech practice together, it was cute, almost like he was stopping the words from falling out of his mouth before he was ready to say them so it didn’t come out all jumbly and stuttered. “And you wan’t help with this- i’m assuming you see it as a problem? Thats why you brought it up, right? You want help with that…issue” he mused. 

Suddenly, you felt really, really shy. Shy, stupid, flustered, any synonym for embarrassed and feeling like a complete and utter moron. “I shouldn’t have said anything - i’m sorry, uh- you win” You got up, going over to your dresser and digging out your after-school clothes to change since you were in jeans still. Why the hell would you say that? What, was he gonna just offer to have sex with y-

“I-I mean- I don’t want to, either. I just uh- haven’t… y’know - met anyone who I trusted enough to do it with. But- it- it felt good… the kiss? So, if you wanted we could um..cause- cause I trust you, I trust you more then like…anyone- so, yeah- I-I mean it’s like- like a favor right? You uh…scratch my back- er whatever the saying is- if- if you want to” you looked back at him to see him rambling with his gaze locked on the floor, clearly feeling as stupid and embarrassed as you feel. 

Holy shit, this may actually happen. 

“Yeah- yeah” you agree, mulling it over in your mind. He’s right, this shouldn’t change your friendship, because from what you’d heard - losing said virginity wasnt fun, it was weird, uncomfortable, and a little gross sometimes, so it was almost like you two could get the awkward first time part out of the way together so you could both hit the ground running in terms of dating and hooking up when it came to college, cause that's what college was supposed to be all about, right? Finding the love of your life?

“Sure- Uh-” you swallow thickly and toss him one of the many pairs of sweatpants he kept in your dresser for when he slept over as well as a fresh t-shirt and grab yourself a clean pair of panties from your top drawer since although the awkwardness had taken away that dull needy ache, you were still uncomfortably wet and had to get yourself cleaned up and changed. “How about Friday? My parents have their date night so- you could come over after school and we can um…do it?” you ask and he nodded quickly, grabbing the sweatpants and sweatshirt.

“Yeah- perfect, that’s - mmhmm” he swallowed hard, cheeks bright red. You would totally be making fun of him right now if you weren’t absolutely sure you looked just as flustered, the two of you sharing at eachother in silence like a pair of deer in headlights. 

“I’m gonna go change” you said and left the room, closing the bathroom door behind you and sighing deeply to yourself, leaning against the door. 

And so it was set. 

Carmy had exactly 3 days to study up on this topic other than sophomore health class he knew absolutely nothing about. Well- he had found one of Michaels Playboy magazines before when he was 14, it was the first time he popped a boner and it freaked him out so bad since his father wasn’t very present and Mike hadn’t given him the talk yet. It was a solid 2 months of worrying that he had some weird dick cancer because he got hard every time he peeked through said porn-mag before he asked Mike about it, and he still hasn’t lived down the teasing. Thank god Mike kept his word on not telling Richie.

The moment he left your house that day it was straight to the Chicago public library. 3 books, 3 days. He was going to do his homework on this, because he was going to win the game he knew was inevitably pun intended coming his way. It was going to become a competition, and he knew the name of the game in sex was an orgasm, he knew that much at least, thank god. 

The 3 titles he’d settled on, 

Sex For Dummies ; He’d figured that should speak for itself, it sounded to him like the beginners guide to fucking. He wondered why every teen didn’t get a copy of this book, he’d heard guys talking about how sometimes girls are really bad in bed - so if everyone got one, like the dictionaries they all got in elementary school - he thought their lives would probably be made easier in that department.

She Comes First; and boy, was that a read. He stayed up so late Wednesday night reading it that you had to wake him in homeroom when the bell rang to go to first period. He didn’t know there were so many things to know about a vagina, but he was confident now he probably knew more then any guy in the school about pussys and what gets them going at least on paper once he read all 350 pages in one day.

He comes next; It made alot of sense. This was the breaziest read for him, he sat on the L after school reading it on the ride home. Of course, the front was covered in a brown paper bag he’d taped to it so no one could tell what he was reading, he wasn't a pervert! He was glad he read she comes first, first, because he’d learned that girls can cum more then once, and that when they do - it gets better each time. He also learned that the clit is the best part to touch, and that it actually has like- a tail? Or something? Inside that you can mess with too, and it feels super good for the girl. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to find something like that with his dick, but he guessed he’d figure it out.

The day was finally here. You had been thinking about it all week long. The prep you were doing was very different then the prep he was. You were making sure your entire body was smooth, plucking your eyebrows, waxing your upper lip, whitening your teeth, shaving your big toe. Literally, anything and everything grooming. You had put on a lacy pink thong that you’d gotten at the mall a year or so ago in preparation for the night you finally did this, but after observing yourself in the mirror you felt insecure about it. It was just Carmy, he wasn’t into you, it would be weird if you tried to be sexy, right? Like you were trying to seduce him or something? So you settled on some plain grey panties, instead, and a black bra. 

You heard a knock at the door right at 7. Exactly on time, per usual. Your parents had left for their date 20 minutes ago, so it was perfect timing. When you opened the door, you heart may as well have melted and poured out of your ass to see Carmy standing there with a bundle of red roses. “Hey- uh- so - got you these” he thrust them in your direction. They were already cut, and thornless, ready to be plopped in a vase. You could see a little bandage on the pinky finger of his non-dominant hand that wasn’t there at school today, he must have pricked himself while he was trimming them up. 

“Y’get a girl flowers, you trim em’ up, n’for the roses gotta take the thorns off, eh’? Don’t wan’t t’hurt ylady do you? And you trim ‘em cause girls like it, makes em’ all even n’shit. N’it Makes em’ live longer too. Y’givin a gift not a chore heard? Flowers need to be able to be dropped in a vase and that's it, otherwise y’re a prick f’givin’ y’r lady a job t’do” Mikey explained as he snipped the thorns off of the roses he’d gotten for his date. The conversation stuck with Carmy all these years, he promised himself one day he’d put the advice to use.

“Oh- wow - Bear, these are like -” you leaned in, smelling them deeply, the sweet floral sense filling your nose “Wow- this is so sweet of you, you didn’t have to” you stepped back and opened the door wider. He followed you in, shutting the door behind him like usual.

“Mikey says it’s what y’do I guess, so - expect flowers from guys you do this with” he nudged you with his shoulder playfully. The action made your heart flutter but also stomach sink , heavy with nerves. Right. He’s here to just get something over with, like he was probably expecting you to be and the flowers were just a result of him wanting to do things right and not because he had any real, tangible feelings for you other than platonic.

“Mmm, will do. Thanks- I’m gonna go get these in some water, you can get settled” you told him and headed into the kitchen to find a vase. When you came back to the room his hoodie was neatly folded and sitting on your desk, his shoes tucked away beneath it and there was a… towel? On your bed? 

“Uh-” you set the vase of flowers on your dresser 

“Right- uh- so the towel, they say in the books for your first time, sometimes girls will bleed a little? Or- or if I do it right things can get really wet, so…just trying to be proactive I didn’t wanna make a huge mess y’know?” he explained while staring at the towel and rubbing the back of his neck nervously how he did, heat creeping across the bridge of his nose and onto his cheeks.

“You…studied?” you smile a bit at the idea. You wondered how he did so, did he just watch porn?! You had heard from girls with boyfriends that watch porn - the sex was usually bad, and that they went way to hard and fast. You hoped it wasn’t that.

“Yeah I read some stuff.. How else will I know what the fuck m’doin?” he watched you as you sat down on top of the towel, assuming that was the spot he meant for you. 

“Uh- yea…yeah. Ok, well thanks- I guess I should have studied, too. Didn’t even think about it- my legs are soft, though. And I shaved my - um- yeah.” you said, voice getting meeker and smaller by the end. The two of you were never like this, it was usually constant banter and comfortable silence. Awkwardness wasnt something the two of you experienced together up until now.

“Thank you- you didn’t have to it’s…it’s just hair. But um…go pee, before we get started- you should pee.” he sat down on the bed in front of you. You looked at him confused, brows furrowing together but before you could ask he added “In the books, they said for girls - it can feel like…like you need to pee, right before the good part if I do it right. So, if I do do it right- I want you to be able to finish instead of worrying if you’ll pee on me, so I figured if you go pee now then-” you held your hand up, shaking your head as you stood.

“No further info needed” you said as you padded off to the bathroom. Even though the shower you had taken not even an hour prior to him coming over was so thorough made you fresh as the day you were born you still wiped up with babywipes before coming back to see 2 granola bars and 2 bottles of water on the nightstand. “Are you planning on making me pass out or something?” you joked, sitting back on the towel like before. 

He chuckled a bit “Well if i’m that good my first time it’ll be a record or something I bet” he rubbed his forearm nervously “So um..should we kiss? Like last time?” he asked, averting your gaze. You didn’t know this, but he thought he was genuinely about to have a heart attack, and the only reason he was continuing instead of asking you to call an ambulance was because if he was to die in your bed while making out because of the sheer excitement that came with the potential of you touching his dick, he would have died happy. 

The question being asked in that soft, sweet tone of his- syrupy and honest, made your stomach flip- and there was a pang of warmth to your heat that made your heart jump to your throat with anticipation. You couldn’t answer, instead, you just nodded, not breaking his gaze. Jesus fucking Christ those eyes. You had only seen the ocean once, in Hawaii on a vacation. His eyes made you think of the waters in Maui, that was how blue. You could get lost in them like they were the ocean, they often rendered you speechless, like he could peer into your soul. “Okay” he said gently.

This time, the kisses started small. He gently pecked the corner of your lips, before you remembered that yes you had a job to do here as well, and you put your hand gently on the side of his cheek, barely touching him. He could feel you shaking, so he put his hand over yours, gently squeezing your four fingers as his lips captured yours in a tender, affectionate kiss. The feeling was so…different then last time. This time felt much more purposeful, and not in the get it over with way, in the i’ve been meaning to do this, way.

Honestly, the feeling made you dizzy. Not dizzy in the kind of way that immediately made you want to throw up, -

 (Carmy learned you got very motion sick very quick at your 15th birthday party when he, Mike, Natalie, and Richie were teaching you how to play dead-man on the trampoline and within 10 seconds of being bounced with your eyes closed by the 4 of them you were scrambling to throw up a mix of cake and pasta) 

- but dizzy in the way that you weren't forming any kind of memory of the encounter, and you also weren’t sure what you were doing - but you came to with your shirt off, dry humping your best friend as he laid sprawled over your floral duvet panting into each others mouths as your childhood teddybear watched the two of you manhandle eachother, he honestly looked like he was judging, but you mentally told him to fuck off.

“Yeah-” he breathed, his cheeks were a pretty pink, his pupils “I-I think that was um…better then last time. Do you feel hot? I feel hot” he admitted, swallowing hard as you both caught your breath. You looked down and oh, yeah - he's still fully dressed. You were still mostly dressed, too. Well, your shirt - you hadn’t a clue where it went, but your fluffy pajama pants were still suffocating your thighs and holy shit..

He is hard as a rock against your clothed pussy right now. 

You look back up at him, and nod in agreement. “Feels like - wow- yeah. Uh- m’hot” you got up and saw the evidence of his arousal straining against his jeans. “Uh- so…” you trail off 

“I think i’m supposed to do that part” he sat up, taking his shirt off in that silly boyish way with one fluid motion pulling it up over the back of his head, his sandy blonde hair becoming ruffled by the action. You look over his chest, not even bothering to not stare. That was the point of this whole thing right, to experience? In turn, he crossed his arms shyly, to be expected. Carmy had been open about his upset that he got more of his moms genes then his dads. He was short, softer-jawed, smaller-lipped, and bigger-eyed, the only thing he got was the big Italian Berzatto nose. 

His brother was tall, much broader, was able to grow a full face of stubble by 17. Carmy was still patchy, but he was proud of his little patch of curly brown hair in the middle of his chest. Mike kept telling him he would ‘grow like a weed’ as soon as he turned 20, he didn’t believe it, though. 

“Oh- yea? Thats what they said in your sex books” you teased and stepped forward, between his spread thighs, likely to give his dick breathing room. His hands found your hips as he snorted a chuckle 

“Shut up” he smiled and carefully pulled down the waistband of your pajama bottoms. “I did read…” he helped you step out of them, hands trailing up the backs of your now bare thighs. The action made goosebumps appear on your flesh, nearly made you shiver. “That you are supposed to cum first, it’s like…a warm up.” he explained, looking up at you as he made his way to hold your hips again. You realized quickly, that his hands were also trembling, and he kept stroking and petting you hoping you wouldn’t notice as much. 

Your panties had a dark spot on them that he became fixated on momentarily, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. You felt that twitching at his words, your hole clenching around absolutely nothing. You weren’t sure you could remember what color the sky was if someone asked at that moment, you were so focused on Carmy, it was like you two and this bedroom were the only things in the universe. “I haven’t been able to do it, I don’t think you’ll be able to - but you can try. How do you want to do this should I just lay down and I dunno… you stick it in? I got 3 boxes of condoms, different kinds just in case” you went to open your nightstand and he stopped you, grabbing your hand. 

He chuckled a bit, you took it as a you don’t know what you’re doing, let me explain kind of laugh, but really he was just wondering how the following words came out of his mouth “I’m supposed to eat your pussy, could I try?” 

You swore your knees went weak. Carmen, Carmen Berzatto wanted to go down on you. Thank god you made sure that department was taken care of so well in preparation. “Uhhh- alright” you sat down on the towel, twiddling your fingers nervously “So- wow uh” you giggle nervously, covering your mouth with your hand. 

“Your um..you look pretty, by the way” he said while looking at the duvet. He sounded as nervous as he was when he said that. He had thought you looked pretty from the moment he walked through the door, but was too nervous until you were both literally almost naked to say it. You could hardly believe it, because you did your best to not put in a ton of effort. Sure, you were very well groomed, but you didnt like - dress up or put makeup on or do your hair how you would have wanted, you were in regular bra and panties, and pajamas when he walked in. You were also pretty sure that you had a zit growing on your chin and really hoped he hadn’t noticed.

But, that was exactly why he thought you looked so pretty. He loved that you let him have you like this, well - in both senses. He felt so lucky to be able to see you comfortable, in your element. “Thanks, dork, so do you get the honors of taking my panties too?” you teased. That was the difference between you, when you got nervous you cracked jokes and made fun of him to ease the tension in your own mind  - when he got nervous he often got lost in the tension of his own mind causing him to go quiet. 

“I do actually, says the book- so lay down” he shoots back in the same teasing tone, a small smile gracing his lips once again. You, and his brother were the only 2 that could pull him out of his head so fast, and so easily. You shook your head, laying back on the pillows he’d set up and spreading your legs, laying your feet flat on the bed. He sat in front of you, running a hand up your leg and feeling over the soft, smooth skin. “You are really soft” he muttered, almost to himself, feeling up your thigh “Do you mind if I kiss you, here?” he asked gently, running a palm over the inner of your thigh. No one had ever touched you there, so the action made you shiver since the area was surprisingly sensitive.

“Sure” you said quietly, watching his every move with wide, curious eyes. You were sure the wet spot on your panties had grown tremendously due to the way you felt dripping down the curve of your ass, thank god for that towel when they come off or my sheets would probably soak through by the end of this. He started at your ankle, leaving gentle pecks and putting your manicured foot on his shoulder as he continued his journey of kissing up your shin, over your knee, not leaving a single part unkissed. If this is what sex was about, you totally got why all your friends were raving about it, because you were being driven absolutely wild and it hadn’t even really started yet. 

He kissed up to your thigh, laying down in between your legs. His forearms were wrapped around the plush of your thighs, hugging them as he left kisses over the waistband of your panties. The action made your stomach muscles clench at how good he was making you feel. You needed something to touch you, though. That was the only thing on your mind, but before you could ask - he beat you to it. “Would you be ok with me kissing your middle here?” his voice was husky, breathy. He was gripping your thighs so his hands wouldn't shake, he was fucking panting like he just ran the mile in P.E. and he wasn’t sure why. 

His mouth was watering at the smell of you, he had to fucking swallow a mouthful of spit before he could say something. He felt like a fucking starved animal, but he was gathering every polite, gentlemanly fiber of his being to remain kind, gentle. “Please do” you said and without hesitation, he was essentially making out with your cunt through your panties. The sight was filthy, but so sexy it was making your head spin. 

Whines and moans were leaving your throat you weren’t even aware of as you watch him, slack jawed and sucking at the fabric of your panties, grunting and moaning at the flavor. “T-take em off…please-” you weren’t sure where the bedroom voice that came out of you came from, but he seemed to like it at the way his eyes rolled and fluttered shut at the way you were begging for him to eat you out. 

He sat up just enough to get your panties pulled off, shoving them in the back pocket of his jeans before laying back down and resuming his position. “Taste so, so good, squish, better than I imagined” he said before kissing your mound. The wet clicking sound of your pussy clenching at his words made heat rush your cheeks in embarrassment, but it made his dick twitch against his jeans. “Can I kiss your clit?” he asked, the casualness of his tone made your head fall back on the pillow, covering your face with embarrassed hands at the vulgarity of it all.

“Go ahead, Bear” you said, smile lacing your voice. 

“I liked it when you were lookin’ at me, just so you know” he said, spreading you out with his fingers and looking for just a moment, he found it easily as it had grown nearly twice it’s size, peeking out of its hood. He attached his lips to it, just like the book he’d read said to do, and lightly sucked, before flicking his tongue lightly over it. Your hand clamps over your mouth to stifle the cry that left your throat, hips jerking and you grab his hair with your other hand, not even meaning to but tugging. 

This caused a moan to leave his throat, which in turn caused his lips to vibrate, and you looked down at him, vision hazy like a dream at the sensation. “God- oh god- feels so good Bear - wow- you’re so good at this” you said, breath heavy and jaw slack “uh-huh” you whine when he pads his tongue over your clit in wide, wet drags. The sounds his mouth was making as he sucked and kissed and lapped at your juices were absolute sin, the hottest shit you’d ever heard. 

“D’you like it more when I kiss your clit like I was doin’ or when I run my tongue on it like that?” he asked, sucking at your folds and nose nudging your clit as he waited for an answer. 

“Both - Both- everything feels good - you feel so good” you praised, pushing his bangs from his face. He smiled into you proudly, continuing to lick, and suck, and swirl his tongue. It had been a knot building for a while, and it had been about 30 minutes of him doing this, when you felt it. But, all the activities you’d been engaged in the conversation you had before you started slipped your mind. “Fuck- fuck - sorry- I gotta pee” you told him and tried to tug him off

“Y’dont, trust me, just trust me” he said determined, he had told himself before going into this that if he could make you cum, that it would be his prize because per the books he’d read one of the main complaints with women was that their male partners didn’t bother to be sure they finished, so if you never wanted to do this again - he’d pride himself internally forever on be the very first man to ever make you cum. 

You whined, back arching to the ceiling and hips dipping back into the bed. You didn’t want him to stop, so you weren’t sure why you were subconsciously trying to wiggle away. Your eyes had been closed for a few moments, and you felt a hand on your stomach, dancing fingers following it. You opened them to see him looking up at you, and his eyes flicker to his hand that was laying palm up on your belly before meeting your gaze again, in a silent ask for you to hold his hand. 

Without thinking, you did so, needing to be grounded in that moment. His thumb rubbed soothing strokes on the back of your hand as he built up the speed of his tongue, running it back and forth and up and down, flicking it, sucking on the sensitive nub until your brain turned to mush, and stars filled your vision. 

“Carmy Carmy- Oh shit- Yes” 

The grand finale only lasted about a minute or two, but by the end your thighs were shaking and you were gasping for breath. “Y’need to breathe, did you forget humans need oxygen to live?” he teased. You’d usually give him a light punch on the shoulder for that, but your whole body felt like warm jelly. 

“Shut up” you pant, looking down when you feel your clit twitching every few moments “I think you broke it its like.. Having a seizure or something” you said and you both burst into giggles. After a few moments of comfortable quiet you nudge him with your foot “Hey” he looks up at you “Its your turn now” you said and his brows raised

“Y-you don’t have t’do that, that was sex, so - congratulations we are both not virgins” he wiped his chin on the inside of his arm and sat up. You furrowed your brow

“No- I want to, I can make you cum, too ” you said, in your mind, it was a challenge - and when it came out of your mouth you realized how it sounded.

“Are you… asking me for permission to suck my dick?” he looked at you carefully. Shyly, you just nod. For whatever reason the nature of the room and this particular situation had the two of you acting out of traditional character roles, and he was the one being bold. “I want you to say it, then you can suck my dick” he said and stood up, unbuttoning his jeans and looking at you, brows raised expectantly as he waited for you to do as he asked.

Your throat suddenly felt dry, and you were starting to drip on that damn towel again. “Bear, I wanna suck your cock, Can I please?” you asked, tone innocent yet laced with a confident determination. His breath got caught in his throat, you swore his eyes could have fallen out. He didn’t know the word cock was apart of your very colorful vocabulary, he could have creamed his boxers with the way that the word rolled off of your tongue. 

“Sure” he said all too casual and tugged off his jeans, kicking them to the side. He laid down with you, like how he was while you were making out and you got on your knees tugging the waistband of his boxers until his cock came out and kissed his navel, the tip glistening with pre. 

“So-” you look at it, mouth watering at the sight. You had never done this, but you were sure that you knew one thing for sure, Carmy had a really pretty cock. You didn’t even realize you were staring until he said 

“S’not gonna suck itself, squish.” 

Oh, right, that was what you were doing. You grab it and he hissed “Fuckin’ hell- y’tryna rip it off? A little nicer, please” he chuckled a bit and you felt your cheeks heat, loosening your grip. 

“Sorry…” you said sheepishly, bending over and licking the tip of it, one slow drag from the back of your tongue to the tip of it, flicking your tongue over the slit your nose scrunching slightly at the new flavor. The action though, had Carm seeing stars and his toes curling.

“Hhhhnnn- oh my fucking god” he rasped. You figured that was a good thing, so you did it again “Squish I-” and again, “yes- fuck” and again, “Squish i-i’m gonna mmmmmffff” he whined, his cock twitching in your hand and leaking pre in a near continuous drip. You had no expirience, so you had no idea what this meant, or that he was trying to warn you. With 3 more slow sensual ball to tip licks, he was shooting cum all over your nose, upper lip, tongue, and chin. You squeak in surprise, sitting up and licking your lips. “Oh- hmmmmfuck- gimme a sec” he groaned, taking over for you and stroking himself, the remainder of his load shooting over his stomach. 

You watched in awe as he got himself off, back lightly arched and head fallen back, eyes closed as sexy pants and moans left his lips, along with soft “fuck - thank you, thank you” It was literally the hottest thing you had ever seen. He stopped after a moment, finding his breath and looking up at you, when he saw your milky white chin it both made his softening dick twitch and drew a chuckle from him. “When I keep saying im gonna do something and my dick is leaking like a broken sink it means open up er get out of the splash zone” he joked and grabbed his shirt, wiping your chin and neck. 

You laughed, laying back down and sighing contently. “Noted for next time” you said and he fixed his boxers, sitting up and stroking your calf. 

“There can be a next time? I mean…. I was hoping so that was really fun, felt really good” he said and you nod, smiling a bit 

“Sure, I mean, yeah… but it doesn’t mean we stop like- doing friend stuff, right?” you questioned. As much fun as you had, you could never give up something as treasured as your friendship for something as trivial as sex. 

“Oh, absolutely, who else is gonna wait w’me to get the new spiderman comics? And whos gonna feed you when your parents are out of town?” he teased and you rolled you eyes playfully, smiling and shaking your head. 

“Love you, dork” you bit your lip as he brought your other ankle to his lips. 

“Love y’too, Squish. Can I?” he looked down at your glistening core, before back at you. You bit your lip lightly, you weren’t sure if all men were this enthusiastic about eating pussy - but you were thankful that he was because your mind was still swimming from the last time and you had to experience it again. 

“Mmhmm” you spread your legs wider for him and he took your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as he got to work. You had found quickly that when you tell him something feels good or he’s doing a good job that it really got him going. It was cute, truly, how he loved being praised, so you made sure to do it whenever you could get something out that wasn't a babbled, coherent mess since the pleasure he was providing was causing your brain to short circuit.

An hour and a half and 3 orgasms later, after about 10 minutes of trying to catch your breath and cool down since you were boiling from the blood coursing your system like an F1 racetrack, you sit up. “M’gonna go get cleaned up” you said, going to get up on wobbly legs.

“No! No, I got it lay down don’worry” he said and made his way to the bathroom. He came back with babywipes and a wet wash cloth, as well as a dry clean towel to wipe off with after. He helped you wipe up and knowing your bedroom by heart, he went over to your dresser and got you a fresh set of panties and a tshirt, as well as a pair of his sweatpants so you could both be comfortable. After you had both gotten dressed, he laid in your bed after bringing the towel downstairs to the wash for you both as well as your dirty clothes, and you cuddled into his chest as you turned on your little tv, playing the next episode of Glee and he hands you a granola bar after being sure you had a few sips of water to replenish.

“To no longer being virgins, hm?” he smiled a bit, holding his bar up in a silly idea of a toast. You tap yours to his with a grin

“To no longer being virgins”

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Kevin stood at the bottom of the stairs, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of his hoodie. The faint hum of the video game console came from his brother’s room upstairs—his game console, the one he hadn’t seen in over a week. Tom, his older brother, had broken his own during one of his infamous rage fits and, as usual, had claimed Kevin’s without asking. Now, Kevin had to muster the courage to go into the lion’s den to retrieve what was rightfully his.

It had always been like this. Tom dominated the house, dominated everything—whether it was sports, academics, or the social scene, Tom excelled effortlessly while Kevin faded into the background. Kevin had learned to keep his head down, to avoid confrontation, and find solace in his small, private world of video games and fantasy. In the confines of his bedroom, Kevin could indulge in the quiet, inner life that made him feel safe. But that was hard to do without it.

Kevin was the exact opposite of his brother. He didn’t exhale cockiness or manly attitude. He was someone kind, a good friend, someone that everybody could rely on. He was good in classes and next year he’ll become the Teacher Assistant and own a small salary with it. Even if he didn’t have a lot of muscles or hair on his chest like his brother, he was someone pleasant to look at with sparkling eyes and a vivid smile. Yes, Kevin was a good person, but most of all, Kevin hated the attitude of his bully of a brother. He himself had been his brother’s target for long years before he was done and moved on to another target, a gay shy nerdy kid named Jared 3 years younger than himself that was into witchy and supernatural stuff.

Kevin hesitated, one foot on the first step. His heart pounded at the thought of what might happen if Tom caught him sneaking into his room. Maybe he'd yell. Maybe he'd mock him. Maybe he’d find some new way to make Kevin’s life miserable. Tom was a master at that—never outright cruel, but always managing to twist Kevin’s words, make him feel small, insignificant. There was nothing Kevin hated more than that feeling, that constant reminder that he was the lesser sibling.

But there was no way he could go another day without his controller. He clenched his fists and forced himself to move, taking each step with caution, his footsteps barely audible on the carpeted stairs. The faint sound of the game drifted from under Tom’s door, making Kevin’s stomach tighten.

When he reached the door, he paused, listening for any signs that Tom was in the room. Silence, aside from the repetitive hum of the game. Kevin bit his lip, heart racing as he quietly turned the knob and pushed the door open just a crack. Tom’s room was a mess—clothes strewn across the floor, half-empty energy drink cans stacked on his desk, the air thick with the smell of sweat and cologne. But Tom wasn’t in there. The game on the TV was paused, but the controller lay on the bed, completely unattended.

“Thank God”, Kevin breathed a sigh of relief and stepped inside, tiptoeing over to the bed where the controller lay. He grabbed it, feeling the familiar weight in his hands. This would only take a second. He’d be in and out, no confrontation, no awkward run-ins.

As he turned to leave, something caught his eye—a strange shimmer in the corner of the room, like a flicker of light reflecting off a surface that shouldn’t be there. Kevin froze, his fingers tightening around the controller. He wasn’t alone.

At first, he thought it might be Tom, playing some kind of prank. But as the shimmer grew brighter, Kevin’s heart skipped a beat. The light twisted and warped in the air, forming into the shape of a person—a woman, draped in a long, tattered cloak. Her face was obscured by shadows, but her eyes glowed with an unnatural light.

Kevin’s throat tightened. Who the hell was she? And how had she just appeared out of nowhere?

The woman stepped forward, her gaze fixed on him, and her lips curled into a sneer. “Tom,” she spat, her voice sharp and full of venom. “I’ve been looking for you.”

Kevin blinked, his mind scrambling to make sense of what was happening. “I—I’m not—”

The woman cut him off, raising her hand with a flick of her wrist. “Enough of your lies, boy.” Her voice was ice-cold, and Kevin felt a chill run down his spine. “You think you can bully my nephew, torment him day after day, and face no consequences? Well, not anymore.”

Panic surged through Kevin as a strange green light began to pulse from her hand, swirling around her fingers like smoke. “She thinks I’m Tom!” His heart raced, and he stumbled backward, nearly tripping over Tom’s bed in his haste to explain. “No, wait! I’m not Tom! You’ve got the wrong—”

The words barely left his mouth before the green light shot forward, curling around his body like a vine. Kevin gasped, his limbs locking in place as the magic constricted him, tightening around his chest and pulling him toward the woman. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. His fingers twitched uselessly around the controller as the light dragged him across the room.

“Please!” Kevin’s voice cracked with desperation. “I’m not him! You don’t understand!”

But the woman’s expression only darkened, her eyes empty of emotions and looking in the distance as she was too focused on her doings to hear what Kevin had to say. “You’re a coward, Tom. Always running, always hiding behind that smug arrogance. But today, you’ll pay for what you’ve done.”

Before Kevin could plead again, the green light flared brightly, enveloping him completely. The world around him shifted, twisting and warping in a blur of colors and shapes. Kevin’s stomach lurched as he was flung backward onto Tom’s bedroom walls, his body hurtling through space and crashing into the poster covered wall. Under his weight, Kevin started to feel a new sensation, it was like the wall was become softer. He tried to move his hands when he felt a weird slimy sensation on his fingers but couldn’t.

Kevin’s heart skipped a beat as he realized what was happening. He wasn’t just crashing into the poster—he was being pulled into one.

“No! No, stop!” Kevin’s voice echoed in the small room as his body was sucked into the glossy surface of the poster, his limbs flailing uselessly as he tried to hold on to anything, anything that could anchor him. But there was nothing. The room blurred and twisted until all that remained was the image of Kevin screaming face stuck on the poster, standing tall, unmovable. With a faint Thud, the controller fell back on the bed like nothing happened.

For a moment, everything was dark. Kevin’s body felt weightless, like he was floating in some kind of void. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even breathe. Panic gnawed at him, but it was muted by the disorienting stillness that surrounded him.

Then, the pain began.

It started slowly—just a dull ache in his arms and legs, like the feeling of a pulled muscle. But it didn’t stop there. The ache grew, spreading through his entire body, the pain sharpening as his muscles began to stretch and contort. Kevin wanted to scream, but his mouth wouldn’t open. He couldn’t even close his eyes to block out the horror of what was happening to him.

He looked down, his vision fuzzy and distorted, and what he saw sent a jolt of terror through him. His hands—they weren’t his hands anymore. The fingers were longer, thicker, and his palms had broadened, veins rising beneath the skin. His once-slender fingers swelled with muscle, the bones inside them shifting painfully as they transformed into something stronger, more powerful.

His arms followed suit, the muscles bulging beneath his skin, his biceps and forearms thickening and expanding, forcing his small frame into a body that was nothing like his own. His shoulders broadened, his chest ballooning out as his pecs swelled into two thick slabs of muscle. His ribcage expanded, forcing his torso into a shape that was foreign, alien.

Kevin’s skin burned as the transformation continued, his limbs contorting painfully as they grew larger, thicker. His thighs swelled with muscle, his calves bulging as his legs were reshaped into powerful pillars of strength. His clothes melted away, dissolving into nothingness, leaving his new body exposed. But the exposure was brief. In their place, something new began to form.

Black and blue leather straps snaked around his chest, tightening as they wrapped around his bulging pecs. The harness constricted, digging into his skin, the leather pulling taut across his now-muscular frame. Kevin wanted to tear it off, to scream, but his body wouldn’t respond. He was locked in place, trapped in this new form.

His jeans were next to go, dissolving into thin air as his thighs grew even larger. Kevin’s heart raced as the sensation of the cold darkness enveloped his bottom half. There, tilting down, his cock started to grow in length. Kevin started to feel all his nerve system going overstimulation as new connections were created. His balls were next as they started to grow and bulge larger and bigger. Kevin could feel all his cum moving around in his new upgraded nuts. In the room, the witch was still looking at the transformation going on, hearing all of Kevin’s mind complaints and loving what she was seeing. As Kevin felt pleasure coming from his newly upgraded dick, she flicked her wrist and snapped her hands. Suddenly, Kevin felt the sensation of the leather return, this time wrapping around his hips, forming a tight jockstrap that pressed snug against his skin. The straps bit into his waist, holding him in place, restricting his movements. Kevin felt his new semi hard dick constricted into this tick thick jockstrap, feeling his sensitive cockhead rubbing on it. But as his vision cleared out, he saw the witch looking at him in front of him. It was like looking into a window straight into his brother’s room. There he saw her, calm, happy. As he tried to beg for his freedom once more, he saw something that froze his blood. With one more snap and a smile from her, Kevin felt the pressure in the jockstrap disappear. It was like his hard on was gone. But as he was feeling better, that’s when he felt even worse. All of a sudden, his exposed ass felt penetrated and he was feeling like his cock was fucking something hot and wet. Kevin tried to scream understanding what it meant. He didn’t know how it was possible, but Kevin was fucking himself with his new improved sensitive cock into his new tight ass. With every movement, Kevin felt the orgasm coming closer and closer but never reaching it. With every movement, his dick was fucking his virgin prostate and sending him waves of euphoria. But Kevin’s face never shown any signs of this, he was standing there, immobile, frozen into a body that wasn’t his in a situation that shouldn’t be possible.

Kevin tried to please one more time but this time all he felt was a new wave of pain as the last remaining thing of his true identity started to change as well—his face.

Kevin could feel the bones in his jaw shifting, his cheekbones rising, his chin sharpening. His nose straightened, his lips grew fuller, and his eyes narrowed into a commanding gaze. His hair darkened, growing longer and falling into thick locks that framed his new face. His vision blurred as his eyes shifted position to better suit his new identity. His brows thickened and his shin grew a faint stubble that would stay like that permanently. Then, all around his body, he stated to feel tingling as hair started to grow. A faint happy trail leading to a hairy groin, hairy and musky pits that emitted a thick pungent scent all around him and slightly hairy legs that led to his new improved size 16 feet. The only thing remaining from his previous self were his eyes. Even a witch has her limit and the eyes are the mirror of the soul, and Kevin’s soul was now trapped in this new reality of his. The transformation was complete. He was no longer Kevin. He was the man from the poster.

A deep, primal panic surged through him. “I’m not Tom! I’m not Tom!” The thought screamed in his mind, but his body refused to move, refused to respond. He was frozen, locked in the same pose as the man from the poster, his muscular body rigid, his face a mask of dominance.

Kevin’s world was now flat, two-dimensional, a glossy image on a piece of paper. He could see, he could think, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t escape. He was trapped, a prisoner in the body of a fantasy.

The woman’s voice echoed through the void, her cruel laughter filling his mind. “Look at you now, Tom. Trapped in the perfect body, forever stuck on a wall where you can’t hurt anyone else. A fitting punishment for someone who took pleasure in causing pain. Enjoy eternity watching the one you enjoyed bullying!”

Kevin’s mind screamed in terror, but there was no one left to hear. With one last snap of her fingers, the poster with Kevin in it started to disintegrate into dust that flew out of the room by the window. On the other side of the city, in Jared’s bedroom, a poster appeared on his walls with a note on it “Found this at the store, thought you might like it, XOXO Aunty”.

Jared’s face illuminated as he turned around to see the new poster materialize on his wall with the note. “This one is perfect!” he told himself as he sat on his bed imagining what he would do with someone like in the picture as his hand slide down his pants. “Thank you Aunty!”. Jared would never know that his new favorite jerk off material had Kevin’s soul trapped in it forced to watch Jared jerk off to his picture day after day, night after night, looking the days goes by and the sleepless night pass. No, Jared would never know that Kevin was at the wrong place at the wrong time and he was now trapped in this new reality of his, or that Kevin was forced to fuck himself forever while trying to free himself from this hell. In Tom’s bedroom, the witch smiled as she heard a tingling in her left hear, meaning that the poster had arrived perfectly at his new home. She smiled as she flicked her wrist one more time smiling as she disappeared into green and dark hue, like nothing never happened.

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Hey eveyrone! Hope you'll like this new original story. Halloween is jsut around the corner so I thought why not start to play a bit with witches, curses and pretty much anything Halloween themed. As always, feel free to reach out to me if you want or send me me messages or DM with story ideas you'd like to see me write. I love reading your messages and I'll try to answer them all (as much as I can). Take care of yourselves and see you soon!

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Question: I was wondering what you guys miss the most about playing Sam and Dean?

[Jared tries to imitate the fan's English accent]

Jensen: That's Australian!

Jared: I'm trying to do it so she understands. Orla, love, so - just kidding. I'm terrible with accents, everybody knows.

Jensen: No, keep going, this is, this is brilliant.

Jared: It's not. Brilliant! What's the thing we miss the most about playing the characters, or the show? Uhhh -

Jensen [immediately]: Working with this guy every day.

Jared: Yeah, yeah.

Jensen: Easy, easy, I mean it's like, literally, you know, when you - because we've really, we've done some projects prior to it? But we'd never really dug in to anything at that capacity, to that capacity. And you know, he and I effectively learned so much and grew so much, not just as individuals and men but as actors and as characters. And when you do that with the same person over and over, day in and day out, you develop, just a, there's a -

Jared: There's a cohesion -

Jensen: cohesion, synch-, synchro-

Jared: Synchronicity?

Jensen: Synchronicity. There's a synchronicity to it that is rare in this industry.

Jared: Yeah, and furthermore in this industry, A, yes, what he said. But or and B, yes and, not no but. So and, especially -

Jensen: I dunno. Sharon, is that right? You're, that's not right. That's a part of the - yeah, you just failed, your mom's here.

Jared: [laughs] The English teacher. But I think especially in the career paths that we have had, always in the public eye? You can be really concerned, whether you realize it or not - what you're doing, how you're perceived? Sam and Dean got to do everything. Good and bad. Public and private. And so it's - like we were asked earlier about writing memoirs? And I was like, well, my memoir would be about, like, exploring - some people get it from books, reading, through travel, through food, through friendships. But I feel like Jared got to explore a lot through Sam and commit to it, and again, with Jensen and Dean right beside me. And Misha and right the whole gang, it's like I got to commit to something that I would never do, hopefully. I'll never be Lucifer, so far as I know, I'll never start the apocalypse, I hope not, no promises yet. But I got to do it, around people I trusted and loved. I got to ironically, in playing a character, I got to explore humanity. Around people that I loved and trusted, that would treat me the same left, right, and center. And so I was able to experience a lot of lives in those fifteen years.

Jensen: I can honestly say this, to this day, I have never laughed as much as I did on the set of Supernatural. And I still have a lot of fun on The Boys set, and on Big Sky, and on Tracker, on all the other things that I've done, on Walker. Still lots of laughs, lots of fun, loved the hell out of it. But I have never laughed to tears the way that I used to with this idiot next to me. [Jared enthusiastically raises his hand] So that's probably what I miss the most.

Jared: Truth.