#accidental

[yeesiine]

There are no accidental meetings. when you know, you know

#love #in flames #flame #fire #meeting #accidental #love quote #romance #embrace #hug

[thepersonnamedsam]

mornings spent well - cl16

pairing: charles leclerc x reader (basically gn, just one mention as bride)

summary: You woke up in a bed, where the sheets felt like a bad night out with your friends. And that’s exactly what happened the night before. 

pt. 2 / pt. 3

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none, maybe a bit angst, generally fluff, google translated french

note: it’s weird writing about existing people, so just ignore the awkwardness plus it’s not proofread 

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Your head was spinning, and you felt like you would throw up any second if you moved your body more. You closed your eyes in hopes the world would stop spinning. Breath in, breathe out. You tried to remember what happened last night, but all that came to your mind, or more your mouth, was that awful taste of tequila.

You didn’t like tequila, its taste is weird, you don’t understand the salt and lime thing and it makes you do questionable choices. Like waking up in someone’s bed. That’s exactly what happened, because those sheets weren’t itching like crazy, and they actually felt cozy.

You lifted those cozy sheets to discover nothing. You weren’t naked, you were wearing shirt and underpants? And your socks are still on? Who undressed you last night and they were too polite to actually undress you? Not that you complained, you’d rather wear this than nothing.

With a sigh you wanted to get up without puking. But the moment you were ready to take the first step of sitting up the door opened.

You looked to your left and there was an empty bedside. The covers were pulled back and you saw the crease in the pillow, obviously from someone sleeping on it. You still weren’t sure where you were. This wasn’t the bedroom of your best friend nor was it of someone you knew and had been at their home.

The person standing in the doorway watched your every move, from looking at the bedside to wandering your gaze over the bedroom and finally landing on him. He saw you looking at him and locking eyes. A familiar feeling overtook both of your bodies, and you just couldn’t place what that feeling was.

The handsome man was still looking at you and you couldn’t lift your gaze from him as well. His hand reached his neck where he scratched it. As he took his hand back down you saw it, a silver wedding band. You slept in a married mans bed?! You lifted both your hands to your face to rub your eyes and that’s when your silver wedding band sprung in your eyes.

You had a wedding band? And the same one as the man standing in the doorway?

He cleared his throat and you looked at him. “This is awkward”, he said as he was scratching his neck once again, this time with his right hand. You cleared your throat too, nut trusting your voice after too much tequila from last night.

“Qu’est-ce qu’on va faire, merde. What are we gonna do, shit.” So, he spoke French. But you still didn’t know his name. “I guess, I mean looking at the evidence on our hands, I guess we are married?” Your voice went quieter the more you spoke. You were still hoping it wasn’t true or a dream, but his answer let those hopes disappear in a second.

“Oui, I guess we are married. You woke up in my bed and we both have a ring on our ring finger, that counts as something right?”

You let your body hit the mattress. Your head still hurting, not spinning as much, but still hurting like a bitch. And it made processing the new information very hard. “Okay, so let me get it straight; we don’t know each other, but we got married last night?” Your questionable look made him scoff.

“I know you, what are you talking about?” Now it was you who was scoffing. What did he mean by ‘I know you’? You were thinking hard, where could you have seen this man before. “Charles, Charles Leclerc, we met last week in that coffee shop where you work, and you gave me your number on the coffee cup? Do you recall?”

It hit you like a brick, of course you remember! You couldn’t believe you forgot that gorgeous face. You gave him your number, but he never texted you.

“You never texted me”, you stated. His face twisted into an apologetic look. “I texted you last night?” He was shrugging and you could see his whole upper body tense under the action. This man was built like a Greek statue. “I was in this club with my friends, and I was feeling lonely, that’s when I remembered I had put your number into my phone, so I texted you.”

“And what happened next?”, you had to ask, how did they go form texting to marrying? “You showed up and we took some tequila shots and that’s all I can remember.” His face said it all, the look of confusion and sorrowness. He didn’t know how they got from shots to this.

This was a disaster. All of this is not how you like to spend your mornings. And he didn’t like it that much as well.  

He lifted his body from the doorframe and started to walk towards you. He was just a breathtaking view. “Au moins j’ai épousé une belle mariée. At least I married a beautiful bride.”

He looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing on this planet. And he thought you were, he thought it the moment he saw you behind the coffee machine. He was so glad he discovered your number on his cup, because he was too afraid to ask for it. Though he was confident in most of his tasks, especially girls, he just couldn’t seem to find his confidence when he first looked at you.

He has no clue how he ended up marrying you a week later. He asked himself where the hell you two could’ve gotten married. You were in Monaco and not Las Vegas. Did you just go to the registry office and asked to be married? You were drunk as hell; how would any civil servant legally marry you? Were you even legally married? You were just wearing rings, that doesn’t mean you two actually got married.

His body hit the bed as he sat down, and you felt the mattress dip down on his side. And as he took his phone form the bedside table you admired his back. His muscles flexing under his every move. Fascinated by his back you didn’t notice how he had sighed multiple times after another.

“We are legally married; I just found the certificate in my emails.” His head now turned to look at you. His eyes staring into yours. Realization hit, you were no longer single and are actually married to this man in front of you. You blinked, once, twice, a hundred times maybe, you didn’t know. 

You couldn’t believe it, you were married. “Do you think we should like, get a divorce?”, your voice was shy, you didn’t want to insult him. You didn’t want him to feel like you wouldn’t be married to him. Because you would. 

Would you not have married him if you weren't drunk? Because he would have. He would marry you again in heartbeat. “If you want to, we have to be married for at least 12 months until we can get a divorce. I say we at least try to live a life as a married couple?” He looked at you with hopeful eyes. And you couldn’t say no to those eyes, it would be cruel. 

“12 months? How do you know that?” - “ I just googled it”, he shrugged his shoulders again. “I guess we could try, I don’t think I would mind it”, your voice once more shy, not sure if he heard what you just said. His eyes lit up; “Really? You would try?” You smiled at him and just nodded your head. 

“Can I kiss you?”, he asked with hopeful eyes. You nodded again and before you even closed your eyes, his body was turned towards you and his lips on yours. His lips as soft as a cloud and the kiss so sweet like sugar. You couldn’t believe it, kissing you husband, what a weird sentence going through your brain. 

“I guess I have to put your new name into my contacts”, you laugh at him as he removed his lips from yours. He smiled and said: “And what would that be?” As you typed in his new contact name he tried to sneak a glance but he didn’t succeed. Husband was now gracing the top of they're messenger chat. 

He smiled as soon as he saw it. And he couldn’t stop smiling. He was smiling like a little boy who just got ice cream. His face even started hurting a bit after smiling so much. He was sure he’d have muscle ache the next day. But you were smiling too. He was making you happy and you didn’t know how or why. He just did and you were content with that. You didn’t question why your heart fluttered every time you looked at him or how he made you smile with just a short glance. Everything just felt normal and right, like it had been that way for ages. 

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next part

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[captainmalewriter]

Jailbreak

A bell attached to the liquor store entrance chimed as Alfonso De La Torre walked in with heavy feet. The tattooed young man kept his head down, only raising his head once to give the clerk an acknowledging nod of the head. Alfonso walked straight to the back of the store where all the various beers were displayed behind a glass door. 

Alfonso opened the door and plucked out an ice cold can of Modelo. He then walked to the clerk with the beer in one hand and a $5 dollar bill in the other. Alfonso placed the bill on the counter and slid it under the safety glass to the clerk. 

“Keep the change, I won’t need it,” Alfonso said. The clerk merely nodded his head as he rang him up. He had known Alfonso since he first moved into town a decade ago. The clerk knew that when it came to a guy like Alfonso, it was better to just smile and nod than to ask questions. The less he knew, the less likely he’d get called to the witness stand one day. 

Alfonso opened the can as he walked out the liquor store, leaving the sounds of the can opening and the door bell chimes ringing behind him as he left. He then found a spot along the wall to lean against while he enjoyed his cold beer. It was a cool night with clear skies that night, perfect for a cold one. Alfonso took a long swig of Modelo. The bubbles rushed up the can as he chugged it. He then let out a satisfied ahhh, knowing full well that that can was likely going to be the last beer he’d enjoy in a while. 

As he stood there savoring every last drop of alcohol, Alfonso could hear sirens blaring off somewhere not too far. They were getting closer with each passing second, and Alfonso only smirked as he saw the signature blues and reds of LAPD light up the street. Within a minute, two police cars pulled up into the parking lot. They parked right in front of the liquor store. Then out came three police officers with their guns and tazers points at Alfonso.

“Freeze! We have you surrounded!” one of the police officers shouted. Alfonso chuckled in response. 

“Bro chilllll,” Alfonso took another drink of Modelo. “No need for all that... I just wanted one last beer before y’all take me in. Is that too much to ask? Or y’all finna shoot if I keep drinking?” 

"Put your hands up behind your back!!" the lead officer barked. Alfonso sighed.

"Shit man... Tough crowd."

Alfonso finished his beer in one final chug then threw the empty can to the trash. He then walked towards the police with his hands raised up behind his head. Despite his cooperation, the police were still rough in handcuffing him. They shoved him into the backseat of one of the patrol cars. As they drove away, Alfonso looked out the window and took in the nighttime ambience of his city with a grin on his face.

The rest of the night went according to the usual protocol. The police took Alfonso to the precinct, processed him into the system, then put him in a holding cell for the night. Once the next morning came, Alfonso was transferred to another detention facility where he'd stay until his court date. Alfonso kept a bored expression on his face throughout the entire process, only smiling when he had a smart ass comment ready to piss off the officers. It wasn’t his first time going through the motions, and he had a feeling it wouldn't be his last either. However, although Alfonso was able to get off on bail or on parole the last couple times, the consequences of his latest arrest would prove to be more severe...

It was sometime in the late afternoon when Alfonso found himself bored and sitting in a nearly empty room. There was only a table and two chairs in the dull room. It was a drag, but Alfonso was grateful to get away from his weird cellmate Edwin. Edwin was arrested for breaking and entering into a private lake house. He wanted to catch some fish so he could harvest their organs. Something about needing fresh materials for his rituals. Alfonso never really bothered to learn the details, all he knew was that he needed to keep the weirdo happy or he might try something. Getting some time away from him was like a breath of fresh air for Alfonso, though now he found himself with new stress. The guard explained that it was time for him to meet with his lawyer (or more accurately, the public defender assigned to him). Despite their enthusiasm to help him, Alfonso kept turning them away. None of them matched the vibe he was looking for. He needed someone who would help him get off scot free, not just reduce the severity of his sentence. Until he found just the right lawyer, Alfonso kept holding out.

Alfonso leaned back against the chair, fingers tapping a rhythm against the stainless steel table. Through the small pane of glass on the door, he noticed one of the guards walk past with a man in a long sleeve dress shirt. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the well dressed man.

"Great, here comes the next bitchass..."

Alfonso watched as the man spoke with the guard, then walked into the holding room with him. Alfonso started mentally picking out all his finer details. His white shirt had no discernible wrinkles, likely from being ironed. His black slacks fit him just right, leading Alfonso to believe they were custom tailored to his exact size. The man sat across from Alfonso, placing a file on the table as he did so. Alfonso spotted a gold ring on his wedding finger with a matching wristwatch to boot. With everything Alfonso picked up about the man, he already decided he didn’t like him.

“Good evening, Mr. De La Torre, my name is Jackson. How are-”

“Get out. Get me another lawyer.” Alfonso interrupted the man. Jackson was visibly thrown off by this, but did not give up. Instead he adjusted himself in the seat and put on a stern face to show he meant business.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. You’re just gonna have to settle for having me as a lawyer.”

“Fuck that! Just get me another lawyer!”

“No can do-”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ve already turned away three other lawyers. You can’t just shop around for lawyers, there’s only so many public defenders you know.”

“Thh, whatever. I’m not talking to you.”

Alfonso sat back in his chair. Jackson merely opened the file he brought and started reading some of the papers. 

“You’re my first assignment and I’m not gonna give on you. Just let me defend you in court and I promise we’ll get you out of this mess.” Jackson said while reading. Alfonso simply ignored him.

“You’re in deep shit, you know,” Jackson began. “Assaulting someone while on parole and you still wanna turn away a lawyer you couldn’t afford on your own? Gotta be really stupid to that.”

“What the fuck did you say?” Alfonso turned back to face him. “That motherfucker had it coming after he cheated on my little sister. You don’t know shit about me, don’t talk about me like you know me.”

“Aww, how noble of you! Unfortunately, the law doesn’t give a fuck about the situation behind the crime. A bloodied up man is in the hospital and his assailant took a little stroll to the nearby liquor store like it was just another Saturday night. Face it, man,” Jackson leaned in. “You need me to defend you in court or you’re done for.”

“Man, fuck you! You can’t defend me for shit!” Alfonso stood up and faced the door where a guard was on standby. “Ay, bailiff!! Get this bitch outta here and get me another lawyer! Get some raza to defend me, someone who’ll understand-”

“I am raza,” Jackson stood up too. Alfonso scoffed in response.

“Not with a fuckass name like Jackson you’re not!”

“My full name is Jackson Rivera Velazquez! Both of my parents immigrated here from Guatemala, I’m just as Latino as you are!”

“How many Rolex watches you got? How about that gold ring around your finger, how much that cost you? I bet you got AC in your house too, huh. Livin’ nice and comfortable como los güeros while the rest of us out here struggling to survive! You might be Latino but you ain’t raza!!”

“Hey!! Just cuz I got some money now doesn’t mean I don’t know struggle! My whole life is struggle! I came from nothing, living in family garages and food stamps. I had to work my ass to get to where I am! Now I’m a lawyer with a handsome partner and a nice home, but just because I’m comfortable now doesn’t mean I’m gonna forget where I came from! I came into this work so that I could help out others like...”

Alfonso started to tune out Jackson while he shared his life story. Something he said made Alfonso’s ears perk up. ‘Handsome partner.’ Alfonso wasn’t surprised to find out he was gay, but learning that information made him smirk inside. Suddenly Alfonso found himself plotting the perfect escape plan in his head. It was elaborate, it was risky, it was borderline insane too, but it might just work.

“Enough already damn!!” Alfonso shouted, interrupting Jackson’s rambling. It was time to kick his plan into action. “Look, I’m sorry man, okay. I’m just worried sick that I won’t get to see my family again. I don’t want to spend the next 10 fucking years of my life in here. Can you help me get out of here?”

Once again, Jackson was visibly thrown off guard by Alfonso. Except this time, instead of a scowl, he had a smile forming on his face.

“Alright, that’s what I wanted to hear!! I promise you, Mr. De La Torre, you won’t regret taking a chance on me!” Jackson stuck his hand.

“Yeah yeah, no problem, thanks for helping me out. Quit the formal shit though. Just call me Alfonso.”

The two men exchanged a firm handshake. Alfonso and Jackson sat back down at the table so Jackson could explain what will happen next. Jackson was going to take care of all the paperwork back at his office, then come back the very next day to get Alfonso’s full testimony on what happened the night of the assault. Jackson also explained that due to jurisdiction reasons, Alfonso was going to get transferred to another detention center again after they talked. He couldn’t do anything about it, but he assured Alfonso that he will still follow along as his lawyer. Once everything was set in stone, Alfonso was escorted back to his cell while Jackson went back to his office to get working. Despite his initial apprehension, Alfonso had full confidence that Jackson would follow through. He had to trust him, or else his escape plan would never work. 

Alfonso walked back into his cell to see Edwin fiddling around with something on the top bunk. He let him be and went to his bunk, taking a deep breath to calm down. Alfonso knew he couldn’t do much while he was detained, but regardless of that, he knew he had his share of work to get done. And with a time limit of 24 hours, he had to get shit done fast!

Once dinner hour came for the inmates, Alfonso took the opportunity to gather as many materials as he could hide from the cafeteria. While he had to be discreet about it, Alfonso made sure to keep a straight face and a cool air while he did it. 

He made it back to his cell with various things in tow. Alfonso set them all down in his bunk to get to work on making a potion. Alfonso had very limited knowledge about brujeria from his family, and the thing he was trying to brew wasn’t exactly a potion in the traditional sense either, but it would have to do for the time being. But just before he could start, Edwin peeked his head out from the top bunk.

“You’re planning something.”

“What? No I’m not,” Alfonso denied. Edwin hopped down and made eye contact with wide eyes.

“Yes you are. The fish hearts told me so. Are you trying to escape?”

Alfonso stayed quiet for a moment. That was the most interaction he had ever had with Edwin. Yet, he managed to read right through him like a book. He was amazed, if not a bit unnerved.

“Alright, ya got me. I’m trying to make something that’ll help me get the hell out of here. I don’t know much about brujeria, but I’m hoping this will get it done.” 

“That’s not gonna do anything worthwhile. Here, let me help.”

Edwin did not hesitate in taking over the potion making process. He took all of Alfonso’s materials and added a few of his own. Bell peppers, fish eyes, tap water, crushed black pepper, candle wax, marijuana leaves, and a few other things Alfonso couldn’t identify but decided against asking what they were for his own sanity. It took Edwin less than half an hour to get the concoction brewed and ready to go. He handed it to Alfonso in a plastic cup.

“When it’s time, drink this and it will perform a miracle for you. You might feel a little weird and you’ll have no idea what the miracle is, but you need to trust the process. While you’re busy doing whatever it is you’re doing, I’ll be busy staging an escape of my own.”

Edwin then climbed back up his bunk bed. Alfonso stared into the cup. The liquid inside resembled olive oil. He took a whiff of it and recoiled from how spicy it smelled.

“How the fuck am I supposed to drink this? And how will I know when ‘the miracle’ is gonna start?”

“Just trust the process, and leave the rest to God.”

There was silence in the cell again. After a beat, Alfonso asked Edwin another question.

“Hey bro, why are you helping me? You don’t even know me,”

“I want to see this world burn down, but before that happens, I want to have a little fun.”

Alfonso groaned in dismay. Despite Edwin helping him out with the potion, he was still impossible to talk to and understand. Alfonso decided to let it go and just go to bed without further questions. 

Once the next morning came around, Alfonso mentally prepared himself to execute the next phase of the plan. Then once the clock hit 12 PM, Alfonso downed the potion Edwin had made for him. The thick liquid was thoroughly laced with spice and made for a hard swallow. Alfonso gagged once he got it all done.

“Fucking awful...”

Alfonso crumpled up the cup and threw it at Edwin as he left the cell. He was then escorted to the same room as the day before, where Jackson was already waiting for him. Alfonso smirked when he saw him. The plan was going perfectly so far.

“Hey Alfonso, good to see you again.”

“Yeah man, good to see you too.” 

Jackson stood up to greet Alfonso with a handshake. As the two men sat down at the table, Jackson sniffed the air vigorously. It weirded out Alfonso, but he knew he had to see his plan through to the end.

“Are you wearing cologne?”

“Nah, just showered last night. They got us fresh soap bars,” Alfonso explained. Jackson kept smelling the scent, letting out satisfied exhales every time he got a whiff. 

“I’m sorry, you just smell really really good... Um, but anyway, shall we get started? We’ve got this room for an hour.”

Alfonso then began to share the story of what happened the night he jumped his little sister’s ex to Jackson. As he spoke, Alfonso kept finding any excuse possible to touch Jackson. Shuffling his feet and ‘accidentally’ brushing against Jackson’s leg, letting his fingers linger on Jackson’s hand while he handed him his pen, even demonstrating what he did that night with Jackson as a scene partner. Every time he touched Jackson, Alfonso noticed him trying his hardest to hide a smile. 

Eventually, after enough physical touch, Jackson was getting restless. He was breaking a sweat, and the way he kept readjusting how he was sitting made it obvious he was getting hard. Alfonso grinned. He had him right where he wanted him. It was time to go all in. 

“Hey, Jackson. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“You’ve been actin’ kinda sus today... You into me?” Alfonso smirked.

“What!? No, no of course not-” Jackson’s jaw dropped as he watched Alfonso take his shirt off. Despite his thin frame, Alfonso was pretty muscular with well defined shoulders and biceps. Coupled with his tattoos, Jackson couldn’t help but admire the view.

“You like what you see, Pa? Care to take a closer look?” Alfonso teased. Jackson gulped. A beam of sweat rolled down the side of his face. He wiped his brow then shook his head.

“No, I can’t, I’m married. See?” Jackson held up the hand with his wedding ring, careful to make sure he didn’t look back at Alfonso. Alfonso then reached over, slipped the ring off, and put it on the table. That caused Jackson to look back at him. 

“C’mon,” Alfonso lifted his arm behind his head, leaving his pit exposed. “Just a little, promise I won’t tell.”

Alfonso kept his arm up as he watched Jackson eye him up and down like he was a piece of meat. He could see the lust building up in Jackson’s eyes like a pressure cooker. Alfonso did not like men, especially men who cheated on their partners, but he knew he had to suck it up if he was going to get out there. 

Finally, Jackson stood up and walked over to Alfonso. He leaned in and took a quick yet deep whiff of his pit. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he delighted in a guilty pleasure.

“Holy fuck Papi... I love your musk!” Jackson cried out. He then stuck his face into Alfonso’s armpit.

Musk?

After Jackson said that, Alfonso couldn’t help but tilt his head in to get a whiff of his own pit. He showered that same morning, and just as expected, he smelled clean! Absolutely no musk!

Jackson was rubbing his nose into Alfonso’s pit, causing Alfonso to stumble back slightly as he had to balance himself. He could feel Jackson’s warm, bated breaths as he indulged on whatever it was he was smelling.

“Bro, hey... you good?” 

Alfonso asked. Jackson kept sniffing his pit for a while longer. Only then did he raise his head to face Alfonso. That was when Alfonso got a good look at him. Jackson was red in the face after worshipping Alfonso’s armpit. He was also panting and drooling. Jackson had a tired, almost hypnotized look to his eyes that he didn’t have before. And not just that, Alfonso could also see his pupils visibly dilate. Alfonso felt as if Jackson was staring right into his soul with how lustful his gaze had become.

“Please Papi...” Jackson fell to his knees. “I need more... Please! Give me more...!”

Alfonso was shocked to see the once composed lawyer fall to his knees, begging him for his body. Whatever that potion was, its effects were clearly taking hold. After taking a moment to process the situation, Alfonso lifted his other arm.

“Knock yourself out, bro.”

Then, like a starving lion, Jackson pounced onto Alfonso. Alfonso stepped back to the wall behind him. It was the only way he could stay standing while Jackson nuzzled himself into his armpits. Jackson couldn’t get enough of his manly musk. The dank smell of Alfonso’s sweat combined with pheromones made him go crazy! He licked the folds of his pits as he kept sniffing away, tracing the thin lines of pit hair Alfonso had. All while Alfonso stood there, letting Jackson get his fill off his body.

Fuck man... This guy really loves his pits huh... Oh shit!!

Alfonso felt Jackson grab his dick through his shorts and start massaging his member. Jackson knew how to balance a firm grip with a tender touch as he rubbed him down. Alfonso had to suppress a moan as he felt himself start getting hard. 

Trust the process... Just trust the process...

Alfonso whispered Edwin’s words to himself. It took real willpower for him not to stop Jackson right there and tell him he’s not gay. Alfonso assured himself that he was undeniably straight, and that he was doing this so he could get out of jail. 

While Alfonso was in his thoughts, Jackson had moved on to Alfonso’s arm muscles. Jackson was making out with Jackson’s biceps, licking and sucking while still stroking Alfonso’s growing cock. That brought Alfonso back to the present moment, and he flexed his bicep to help further indulge Jackson. Jackson loved it.

It didn’t take long before both men were stripped naked of their clothes. Jackson moved on to Alfonso’s torso; cupping his firm pecs, sucking on his nipples, licking his abdominals, the works. Jackson was moaning like a madman while Alfonso was struggling to keep his pleasure hidden. His moans came out as groans and grunts instead. The longer they went at it, the harder it was for Alfonso to deny he was having a good time too. He couldn’t deny Jackson knew how to use his tongue incredibly well.

Trust the process... You’re not gay, you’re just doing this to get out of jail... Trust the- OHHHHH FUUUUCK!

Jackson had slipped Alfonso’s dickhead into his mouth while he was in his mind again, catching him off guard. Alfonso couldn’t hold back anymore. He threw his head back in pleasure and moaned as Jackson deep throated him. Alfonso sported a cool 7.5 inches yet Jackson had no problem sucking off his entire member. He was a pro at blowjobs; fondling his balls with his free hand, changing the rhythm and intensity of his sucking, and using his tongue to lick off any precum leaking out of Alfonso’s dickhead. 

“Argh... fuckk! You know how to suck good dick bro! Whewww!!”

Alfonso grabbed the back of Jackson’s head and held him in place as he started thrusting into his throat. His cum filled balls dangled back and forth as he face fucked the once professional lawyer. Jackson let out various moans and gargles while Alfonso had his way with him, but never once did he complain. He took it like a champion, practically begging for more. The scent of Alfonso’s body odor, ripe from sex sweat, kept him hungry for more. 

Eventually, after some more time spent on head, they took things to the next level. Alfonso nudged Jackson to get up from his knees, and once he did, he jumped onto Alfonso. Alfonso had no problem carrying the grown man. His fully erect cock bumped against Jackson’s ass as he carried him to the table, making his hungry hole pulsate. And Alfonso laid Jackson down on the table, Jackson slipped a finger into his ass to get ready for what was to come. Now it was Alfonso’s turn to service him.

Alfonso used a generous amount of spit to lube up his throbbing cock while Jackson lifted his legs, leaving his light brown hole exposed and ready for action. Alfonso smirked at the sight of Jackson’s hairy ass but with a clean shaven hole. It was as if he knew to tidy up for guests. Alfonso tapped his dick head against Jackson’s hole, making the cock hungry slut whimper with anticipation. Knowing just how badly Jackson wanted his dick only made Alfonso even hornier. He grinned, then slowly but surely slid his dick into Jackson. His cock disappeared into Jackson inch by inch. Jackson’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt his insides getting filled by the man he craved. Then, once Alfonso’s entire length, he started hitting strokes at a steady pace. 

With each hip thrust Alfonso was sliding his long, girthy cock deep inside Jackson’s ass. The sounds of their moans and groans along with Jackson’s ass cheeks getting clapped filled the room. Alfonso’s favorite move was taking his cock out temporarily, only to ram it back into Jackson’s stretched out hole. Jackson could feel his prostate getting fucked everytime Alfonso did it, causing waves of pain and pleasure to reverberate throughout his body. But Jackson wasn’t the only one having a great time, as Alfonso had also grown to love it despite his initial hesitation to just ‘play along.’ In the heat of fucking, he had even forgotten his mantra of ‘trust the process’ and kept going at it because he wanted to! Alfonso loved how soft and tight Jackson’s hole was. It was like his already sensitive cock was getting a warm hug from all angles. He threw his head back as he drilled Jackson like there was no tomorrow. Alfonso hated to admit it, but he was having the time of his life. Jackson’s ass was better than any pussy he had ever fucked before, and he knew it. 

Alfonso and Jackson had been going at it in missionary for a while. Condensation had even begun forming on the glass pane of the door. They were fucking like they were angry at each other, but that was just how they liked it. Rough, sweaty, smelly, and raw! While Alfonso had managed to keep it down to quietish groans, Jackson’s moans were only getting louder. Alfonso realized he couldn’t let Jackson make too much noise or else they’d get caught. He hesitated for a moment, in Alfonso’s mind, topping wasn’t gay as what he was about to do. But, out of fear of getting caught red-handed, he had no choice but to go all in. 

Alfonso slowed down his fucking pace and leaned into Jackson, planting a firm, wet kiss on his lips. The two men made a loud kissing sound each time their interlocked lips let go of each other, but it was much quieter than Jackson’s moans. Jackson pulled Alfonso closer into him by wrapping his arms around his neck and pulled him in. Their tongues were rolling off of each other as they fought for dominance. A bead of saliva connected their tongues as they separated momentarily, only to go back in for more intense French kissing. Jackson playfully bit onto Alfonso’s lip, causing him to let out a rare moan. Alfonso then leaned into Jackson’s neck and licked him up, down, left, and right. All while still continuing to pump his cock in and out of his tight, silky ass. 

“You like how Papi fucks you?” Alfonso whispered into Jackson’s ear with bated breath. 

“Si Papi Chulo... Yo soy tu puto sucio... Cogeme bien duro con tu verga gruesa....!”

“Nrgh! Fuckk!!” Alfonso was getting dangerously close to climaxing. He only had seconds before he cummed. But as he tried to pull out, Jackson wrapped his legs around his torso and yanked him into him; making sure he not only couldn’t pull out, but that he was deep inside his guts to unleash his load. 

“Lléname con tu lechita!”

“AAARGH FUCKKKKKK!!!” 

At the exact moment Alfonso started pumping out his loads deep inside Jackson, the miracle Edwin had promised had taken effect. It all happened within a matter of seconds. Due to how much force Jackson had pulled Alfonso into him, Alfonso nearly fall on top of him. However, because of the potion, instead of falling on top of him, Alfonso fell into him. His torso had phased straight into Jackson’s torso as if the two had merged. Alfonso barely managed to keep his head just above Jackson’s body, saving him from total body merging. However, Alfonso’s body was locked in pure sexual ecstasy as ropes of warm cum came rushing out of his throbbing member, leaving him unable to do anything about the paranormal situation.

Ohhh fuck... What the... Fuck... Someone... Help me...!

“More...! More...!! I want to feel you even deeper!”

Wait, stop-!

It was too late. In too much pleasure to realize what he just did, Jackson yanked Alfonso into him again. That final tug caused Alfonso to completely lose his balance. Alfonso’s head fell into Jackson’s head, lining the two up perfectly as they occupied the same space. Jackson could feel Alfonso’s cock go deeper than what was physically possible into his ass as the rest of Alfonso’s body phased into him. Suddenly, the pleasure of getting cummed in transformed into a strange, visceral sensation of surrendering his whole body to another man. Their bodies and souls aligned, and the last Jackson could remember before his mind went to sleep was the pleasure of his own loads rushing out of his cock. The miracle was done. Alfonso had taken over Jackson’s body.

Alfonso laid ass naked on the table as his mind struggled to process everything he had just experienced. Within seconds, he had gone from one perspective to another. He blinked as he adjusted, but once his mind caught up, his newly possessed body needed to adjust to its new owner. 

“......FUCKKKKKKK!!!!!!”

Alfonso shrieked out in Jackson’s voice as the pain started. He could feel his very soul start stretching and morphing to accommodate its changed vessel. But possession was a two-way street, his new body also needed to adjust. Alfonso could feel as Jackson’s body began physically changing. His body transformed to take on attributes from Alfonso’s original body by coping the soul. The once tattoo-less, pudgy Jackson had quickly transformed to resemble Alfonso. The body kept Jackson’s likeness, but grew Alfonso’s muscles and tattoos, creating a slightly different man that combined the two men into one.

Once the body takeover and transformation was finally finished, Alfonso took a moment to admire his new body. He was incredibly annoyed that the miracle was something as weird as a complete body takeover, but he quickly realized that stealing his lawyer's identity was a foolproof way of escape. Nobody would ever suspect that he possessed his lawyer's body.

Alfonso realized he was still dripping with sex fluids and cleaned up after himself. He discarded his old clothes into the nearby trash can and put on Jackson's clothes. Just as he was buttoning up the dress shirt, a guard walked into the room.

"Excuse me, Mr. Rivera, the hour is up. Is everything alright? I thought I heard screaming, but I wasn't too sure," the guard asked.

"Yeah, bro. Everything's just fine, don't trip. Another guard already took De La Torre back to his celly, I’mma head out soon too." Alfonso responded in a newly deep voice. The guard nodded, then left.

Alfonso grinned. Jackson's gay voice was gone, which Alfonso was glad about. He did not want to hear that voice come out of his own mouth. He also noticed the guard call him Mr. Rivera. That only served as confirmation that nobody would ever catch him in the act. He picked up the file Jackson had brought, then walked out the detention facility with a cool, confident beat to his step. Alfonso even whistled a tune as he drove away from the detention center. That was how relaxed he was. Once he was far away, he ripped off the professional attire and dressed something closer to his original style.

As he drove off, Alfonso noticed a particular smell. He sniffed the air, then lifted his arm and took a whiff. First it was a little sniff, then a deep inhale as he basked in his own musk.

"Ohhh fuck yeahh, that's some good ass shit! Fuck! Now I know what that queer was smelling!" Alfonso smiled as he helped himself to more of his pit scent. But then he realized what he was doing, and quickly lowered his arm back down.

"Fucking shit. That bitch made me gay, huh." Alfonso furrowed his eyebrows as he took a deep breath. "Whatever. At least I already got married with this new identity. Can't wait to tap that sweet, sweet husband ass when I get home!!"

Alfonso let out a fuck boy's chuckle, only to stop when he heard what he said. There were clearly a lot of changes he was going to have to get used to, whether he liked it or not.

...At the end of the next day, Alfonso found himself watching the nighttime news while his new husband cuddled up against him. His husband was sound asleep after Alfonso pounded his ass. His husband was surprised to see the transformed version of Jackson, but was too excited to get topped to question it. He slept peacefully after getting bred, not knowing there was an escaped convict possessing his husband.

"And now, for tonight's main headline, a group of detained men have escaped from San Juan Detention Center and are at large. The leader of the group is a young man by the name of Edwin Casarubios, who allegedly planned and staged the entire escape himself. Among the escaped inmates are the ringleader Edwin Casarubios, Alfonso De La Torre-"

Alfonso switched off the TV once the news reporter called out his original name. He then gently rolled his sleeping husband off of him and jumped out of bed. He then quietly celebrated the absolute success of his escape plan. Sure, taking over Jackson's body was never Plan A, but Alfonso grew fond of his new body and identity rather quickly when he realized just how much of a goldmine it was. He still had his old memories, but he was growing comfortable living as a gay man with his old LA raza blood coursing through his veins.

Once Alfonso finished celebrating his success, the gravity of the situation began to kick in. He might have successfully escaped, but he had become a man on the run. There was no turning back to his old life now. Alfonso needed to figure out his next steps, and his mind quickly came up with a few ideas.

He could run away to Mexico with Jackson's identity, then de-possess him and live out the rest of his life with his family over there. Or, he could just forget about the whole thing and continue living comfortably as Jackson. Or, he could put his newfound lawyer status to work and get some of his homies out of jail too. He'd get his whole family back together again. Or, he could hunt down Edwin and create an underground potion business with him. Edwin had the magical knowledge, and now Alfonso possessed the professionalism and legal knowledge to keep their business going strong. The possibilities were endless!

As Alfonso deliberated his options, he couldn't help but put on the same dress shirt Jackson had on when they first met. The same shirt that made Alfonso hate him was now a key component to his new identity. Feeling slightly nostalgic now, Alfonso poured himself an ice cold Modelo into an expensive wine glass, and celebrated a successful albeit slightly unorthodox jailbreak plan to himself.

#male possession #male body theft #male takeover #male identity theft #magic possession #magic tf #potion #accidental #straight to gay #long fic

[mrwavellswaps]

Understanding Him Better

(Birthday Present for @bodyswappingandshit ❤️)

Marcy stared out of her bedroom window, looking up at the clear nigh sky. Her college roommates had already gone to bed but she just couldn’t sleep. There was this boy on campus on campus she’d gained a huge crush on. Alex. He was every bit her type. A strong, muscular and smooth body. Youthful, charming looks. An air of confidence that was balanced out by a humble nature. He was her perfect man. Except she had no idea how to really approach him. Most of the interests he had didn’t really overlap with hers so she didn’t know how best to strike up a conversation. Her friends had told her just to straight up ask him on a date but the last time she did that she got rejected and had been terrified of trying again ever since. And so as Marcy continued to admire the stars in the sky, she secretly wished that she could understand Alex a little better. Maybe then she’d be confident enough to speak to him…

Little did she know that as she finally slipped into bed, a certain magical entity had overheard her wish and was more than willing to ‘grant’ it. Magic flowed into Marcy’s body as she drifted off to sleep, changing her and her life so that she might finally understand Alex.

The next morning Marcy woke up feeling incredibly groggy. She stretched her arms a little and immediately she felt something was off. She blinked her eyes open and what she saw was certainly not her bedroom! Or at least it was but… it was like someone else entirely lived in it. Gone were all her clothes, her make up and most of her books. Instead there was what looked to be men’s clothes lying around along with an Xbox set up across the room. Her boom shift seemed to be replace with a bunch of games and even more noticeable was the weights rack that was next to it. Even the whole colour scheme of her room was different. Before it’d been bright yellow and white for the most part but now it was black and dark blue. It was almost like a dude had been living in her room…

She sat up a little and immediately noticed the difference in weight. Her body. It’s size. Its shape. It was completely different! Her breasts were gone, replaced with pure muscle, and her arms were huge! From what she could tell under the covers her legs looked much bigger as well but that wasn’t the most concerning part. She could feel a strange bulge between her legs… it couldn’t be. Marcy didn’t want to believe but everything was pointed towards it. She needed to see it for herself.

Jumping out of bed in a panic, she rushed out of her room and towards the bathroom, stumbling a little on the way due to her new weight and the unfamiliar package between her thighs. As soon as she made it however, she locked the door behind her before dashing over towards the mirror and what she saw took her breath away. Staring back at her in the mirror was a dude! But not just any dude, it was Alex! The boy she had a crush on.

“W-what the… How is this… I-I look like Alex!?” She said aloud though not quite believing it herself. But her reflection said it all. “I have his muscles… and I’m standing in his underwear… and…” Before Marcy could continue she was cut off by an extremely odd feeling. One she’d never felt before. The feeling of blood rushing to inflate a certain organ of which she was quite unfamiliar with. She could see clearly in the reflection and as she looked down at herself that a tent was forming in her underwear, creating quite the obscene bulge. Naturally she had no idea what to do. For the first time in her life she was experiencing what it was like to have a cock and she had no idea how to make it go down.

She reached down and poked it experimentally, the sensation of which sending shivers through her new masculine body. “Oh woah. That feels… weird.” Marcy muttered. Part of her was weirded out by the strange new appendage between her legs but at the same time she couldn’t help but be curious. After all, wasn't this Alex’s cock? The guy she’d been having dreams about for months. She’d been wondering what it would look like and well… now she could see for herself!

The former young woman took a deep breath before hooking her thumbs under the waistband and pulling down the underwear, allowing her new cock to spring forwards in all its glory. She had to stifle a gasp as she watched it bob excitedly. It was just as amazing as she’d imagined it to be. “Never imagined I’d be seeing it from this angle though.” She mumbled before reaching down and gently cupping her new musky balls for the first time. Feeling the strange heft that came with them along with an urge to protect them at all costs. Her hand then shifted back up towards her new shaft before gripping it, feeling the pleasure of a dick run through her body for the first time. “But I can’t say I don’t like it…” She added as she couldn’t help giving it a few tugs. “O-oh wow! That’s nice!” She only planned on giving it one or two tugs but it just felt so damn good she couldn’t help herself. “Oh god… is this why dudes are such horny freaks!? Mmmm…” She grunted.

Marcy found herself turning back towards the mirror and continuing to admire her reflection. The reflection of her crush now under her complete control. She had no idea how the hell it’d happened but in this moment, as she jerked Alex’s cock like a horny beast, she couldn’t deny how hot it was. Running his rugged hand up and down his shaft, feeling the pleasure slowly ramp up until eventually it started to reach some kind of peak. Marcy’s eyes rolled for second until “F-fuck! Am I… cumming?” She wondered aloud, not knowing exactly what a male orgasm felt like, but her question was soon answered by her new cock launching a wave of hot white cum all over the bathroom sink and mirror.

Throughout the strangely exhilarating experience, Marcy hadn’t noticed just how loud she was being with her grunting and groaning as mere moments later there was a knock on the bathroom door. “Alex? You okay in there?” Came the voice of her best friend Kayla.

“Oh uhmm… yeah I’m good. Just gimme a minute.” Marcy responded awkwardly. Though she couldn’t help noticing how Kayla had called Alex’s name. Did everyone think she’d always been Alex? It was a crazy thought but it wasn’t any crazier than her having woken up in the body of a guy.

She quickly got to work wiping up all the cum she’d sprayed across the bathroom, wiping down the surface’s with cleaning products just to make sure. When she was done she unlocked the door and stepped back out to find that Kayla must’ve gone back to her room. Marcy took this as a chance to sneak back into her bedroom for the time being to figure things out. She peered down the apartment's hallway, seeing that the coast was clear, before tip-toeing back to her room.

After closing her door, she turned and looked over her bedroom. It certainly didn’t feel like hers anymore. Sports stuff dotted around the room, boys clothes everywhere, and a certain musk in the air that she hadn’t clocked onto when she first woke up. A deep sweaty smell that her nose had frequently caught whiffs of from other college guys around the campus. Only now she was the culprit. Upon that realisation she lifted up one of her arms curiously before giving one of her armpits a sniff and what she was met with was a strong masculine stench that she never thought she’d smell on her own body. The kind of scent that really screamed that a guy was a jock who frequently found himself in the guy. Not an inaccurate description judging by her strong new physique. Despite that she looked around frantically for something to cover up the smell and luckily as she unzipped a gym bag beside her bed, she found a can of deodorant inside which she wasted no time spraying the contents onto her armpits.

Soon after Marcy found herself sitting on her bed, trying to evaluate her situation. She was surprisingly calm, everything considered but she’d always been a very logical and cool headed person. That said she started to go over what she knew. For a start she still lived in the same apartment with the same people but now those people think she’s Alex. She could only guess that meant everyone in her life probably thought she was and always had been Alex. And judging by her room she could assume that most of if not all of her personal possessions had been swapped out for Alex’s. Did this mean the real Alex had taken on his old form? If so, was he aware of it like she was? Something she’d need to investigate later. But one other thing she’d realised was that she seemed to retain her attraction to men. From what she knew Alex had been a straight guy and yet even with this body the thought of being with men still gave her butterflies.

“Fuck. This is gonna take some figuring out.” She sighed, looking down at her hands and body. Eyes lingering slightly on the bulge in her underwear. “Well… I’d always wondered what it was like being a guy…” She mumbled to herself, trying to make light of the insane situation she’d somehow found herself in.

Eventually Marcy found herself digging through the abundance of new clothes at her disposal until she found some stuff she was comfortable wearing. After which she looked in the mirror and smiled knowing she looked hot as fuck right now.

It was then she realised that she had absolutely no idea what the hell she was supposed to be doing today! Would she still be attending her fashion design classes from before despite probably sticking out like a sore thumb. Just then however, as if prompted, some new memories surfaced of her attending fitness programmes and learning about all the different theories of exercise and more. That must’ve been what Alex did! And she supposed it was what she’d have to be learning from now on… well assuming more knowledge would come to her it couldn’t be that hard right?

She stepped out of her bedroom and conversed with her friends a little. It was strange as none of them seemed to notice whatsoever. As if they’d always been friends and roommates with Alex. It was strange to say the least but it certainly made things a hell of a lot simpler. She sat and had breakfast, subconsciously making herself a bigger and more calorie rich meal than usual to fuel her bigger body.

Soon enough she set off to college with her friends, splitting off to each of their different lessons upon arriving. Marcy instinctively made her way towards the sportier side of campus where all the jocks resided. Naturally she’d never really explored it before and yet she found herself navigating it perfectly.

Upon arriving at class, there were some other dudes that began talking to her which she quickly recognised as Alex’s buddies. She stumbled through the chit chat with them at first but it didn’t take long to get into talking about dude stuff that she’d never have been able to really understand before. But their chatting was cut short when their lesson started.

The lesson was all about fitness and muscle theory as well as dieting and the human body in general. Almost all of the more complex stuff would’ve gone right over her head before but now she was absorbing like a sponge. Like she was recalling stuff Alex had already learnt. It was odd to say the least she couldn’t say she didn’t like it. After all it seemed Alex was one of the best students in the class and most people, the teacher included, recognised that. It made her feel special and even a tad bit cocky considering she’d always felt mediocre in her fashion design course before.

By the end of the lesson Marcy left feeling more confident than ever with more of Alex’s memories rising to the surface. She puffed out her muscular chest with pride after saying bye to her new mates and began to ponder what she should do next. Usually she’d head home after college but something told her there was something else that needed to be done. Something else that her new body needed. That’s when it hit her. The gym. She had to workout if she wanted to keep Alex’s muscular and powerful body.

Upon arriving at the gym Alex usually went to however, Marcy couldn’t help but feel nervous. She’d hardly ever lifted weights before and she didn’t have the slightest clue as to how half of the machines even worked. That said she decided to start with something simple and hope the memories would just come to her over time.

She’d decided on working legs today so she began with some simple body weight squats to get herself warmed up. As she did she couldn’t help but notice how much easier it was. Where before she would’ve been feeling a burn at about 10 squats, now she could go at least to 20 before feeling it. It didn’t take long for her to not only get warmed up but already feel a bit of a sweat coming on. At which point she decided to peer around the room for her next exercise.

Just as Marcy had hoped it was all starting to come to her now. A routine for bulking up her legs was beginning to form in her mind. Piecing itself together gradually. Next on the list was split squats but something told her she wasn’t going to enjoy them. Yet she found herself a bench and a couple weights before setting up. She got into position, grabbing the weights and placing one foot in front of her while resting one on the bench behind. With that she began her first few reps and lord was her assumption right. Every decent she made felt almost hellish as both her legs and glutes were worked intensely. And after completing 10 she had to switch to the other leg! It felt like torture but at the same time every set felt so gratifying to complete. Safe to say the by the end she already wanted to collapse while sweating buckets. But she still had plenty more to go.

Thankfully a newfound drive to workout and build muscle allowed her to forge on through the rest of her workout. New memories entered her mind one by one allowing her to remember different exercises, each of which she tried. She made sure to get plenty of glutes exercises in there as well as she’d always loved guys that had big muscular butts. So much so that she could help but keep checking out her own one in the mirror constantly, loving how it strained against her tight gym attire.

Marcy continued to jump from exercise to exercise until her manly legs couldn’t take anymore punishment. She soon found her more or less hobbling out of the gym but she couldn’t help feeling great regardless. Through this experience she had gotten her first taste of how it felt to be so powerful with the kind of strength jocks like Alex had. It was amazing!

One thing she couldn’t ignore however was her stench. After such and intense sweaty leg workout, it was only natural that her new body had gotten a little musky again. She supposed that was one of the downsides to being a dude. Though she had to admit, she wasn’t as repulsed by the smell as she had been this morning. Perhaps it was just her adjusting to it now but honestly it didn’t smell that bad. Regardless she knew other people would have a different opinion so she planned on jumping in the shower as soon as possible.

The very second Marcy walked in the door to her shared apartment, she had a one track mind heading towards the bathroom. Only stopping to quickly say hi to her roommates before locking herself in there and getting undressed.

She tossed her sweaty gym clothes into a pile on the floor before stretching in front of the mirror, her naked male body on full display. It was strange. There were so many subtle differences between this body and the female one she’d had for her whole life before this. The curvature of her waist was less accentuated yet her upper body was much broader. Her hands and feet were much bigger which honestly she was still trying to adjust to a little. She’d been struggling to write on paper during college earlier today due to her meaty digits and she’d be embarrassed to admit how many times she’s caught her foot on things today. Another thing that she couldn’t help notice was the shape of butt. Of course she’d already had plenty of time to admire it while at the gym but she couldn’t help inspecting it again now. Instead of the softer heart shape it had once adorned, her butt seemed much more sculpted. It was a little smaller but also perkier at the same time thanks to all the exercise it gets.

“Yo Alex! Are you getting a shower or what? You said you weren’t gonna be long!” Shouted her other roommate Jacob.

“Yeah sorry! Now getting in!” Marcy responded, quickly turning on the shower to prove as much.

As the steaming hot water flowed over her body, Marcy noticed that all of the shower products she’d bought before had vanished only to be replaced with men’s shampoo and men’s body wash instead. She shrugged, grabbing the shampoo and rubbing it into her now short hair. And as she washed it out minutes later, she knew it was time for the body wash. The new man squirted a generous amount of body wash into her hand before starting to lather herself up with it. Running the soapy liquid over her thick pecs and down her abdomen, smothering it across her thick bulging arms and massive shoulders. There was no way she could deny how amazing it felt to simply touch her new body. She’d always wanted to feel Alex’s muscles and now she could! Her hands continued to wander further south, lathering up her admittedly very hard cock before getting some more body wash to rub across her muscular ass cheeks. Something that should’ve been so simple and routine as getting a shower just felt so erotic now. Even running her hands down her thick powerful legs felt incredible.

Even after she’d rinsed all the soap off, she continued to run her hands all over her new body. Worshiping and groping it until she once again found herself gripping her new cock. When she’d awoken this morning, as enthralled as she was to be in the body of her crush, part of her had still hoped she’d find a way back to normal. But now, after really knowing how great it feels to be a strong muscular dude with a cock between her legs, she decided she’d much rather stay like this! Even if it meant having to constantly put up with the musky scent of being a dude from now on. This was just too good to give up!

Marcy continued guiding her hand up and down her shaft, this time making an effort to stifle her groans so her roommates wouldn’t hear. Loving how her new manhood pulsed eagerly in her hand. Just like before she could feel that slow rising pleasure start to build as her balls began to churn, getting ready for what was about to come. Her movements grew faster and more erratic, having to place her free hand against the wall as her other went to town. Jerking her cock furiously until finally she shot Alex’s seed all over the shower walls…

She stepped out of the shower a few minutes later after having cleaned up her mess. Wrapping a towel around her waist before scooping up her clothes and heading back into her bedroom. As she finished getting dried, Marcy made her way over towards her bedroom window. The very same window at which she made her wish to understand Alex better. Now she could say for certain that she did. She dropped the towel to the floor, standing fully nude before the window once again, before making another wish. This time her only wish was that things could stay this way forever. That she could keep this muscular male body forever! To continue experiencing the life of a man. To explore the gay dating scene with other dudes. She wanted all of it! And luckily for Marcy, whatever had granted her wish the first time was more than happy to grant this one as well…

#male to female #male body swap #identity theft #male transformation #jock #musclegrowth #smell #magic #permanent #wish #accidental

[pratchettquotes]

Teppic hadn't been educated. Education had just settled on him, like dandruff.

Terry Pratchett, Pyramids

#teppic #pyramids #discworld #terry pratchett #education #educated #get educated #schools #pedagogy #growing up #accidental #like dandruff

[dombreederalt]

Shh … don’t be embarrassed that you went into labor in public. How were we suppose to know it would happen? Let’s sit on this bench so I can feel between your legs. That’s right, just breathe and let me push my fingers inside. Good, good … it feels so tight and - ... fuck. That was a lot of fluid. Must’ve been your waters. Don’t cry, just focus on me and breathe. Are you pushing? It feels like you are … babe I can feel the head moving down. It’s pressing against my fingers right now … it’s RIGHT there!

#labor #birth #accidental #public #my posts

[reality-detective]

It is all an accidental coincidence 🤔

#pay attention #educate yourself #educate yourselves #knowledge is power #reeducate yourself #reeducate yourselves #think for yourself #think for yourselves #think about it #do your homework #do some research #do your own research #do your research #question everything #ask yourself questions #ask yourself #coincidence #accidentalism #accidental #connecting dots

[fuzzyghost]

#push nevada #fax machine #accidental #techcore #2000s #2000s tv #vhs #gif

[an-experienced-gentleman]

The accidental touch that wasn't accidental.

Six Sexy Words

#six sexy words #ssw #accident #accidental #touch #intentional

[nugget-of-terror]

So I tried to do a genderbend of Beetlejuice the Musical. In my attempt to genderbend Lydia into a moody emo guy, I think I accidentally drew Virgil Sanders and Beetlejuice le fem is giving The Spiral vibes.... what have I done? T-T

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders #beetlejuice #beetlegeuse #beetlejuice the musical #nugget draws #beetlegeuse gender bend #gender bend #lydia deetz #lydia deetz genderbend #fanart #fan art #tma adjacent #tma #spiral #just the vibes #accidental #multifandom #multifandom post

[stranger-rants]

Thoughts on Billy doing water therapy post starcourt? 💗💗💗

For as long as he can remember, Billy has loved the water. His body has always felt in tune with it. He could smell the rain long before it arrived. He could ride the waves with ease. When he was stressed, nothing quite brought him back to equilibrium like floating in the pool or taking a shower. Billy loved the water, and it loved him too. It embraced him when his father wouldn’t. It soothed his aching muscles with its warmth when he was treated too roughly. It took Billy’s anger whenever he swam laps in school, and pushed him to be stronger. It gave him everything he needed to one day leave.

Physical therapy isn’t “working.”

He’s become way too familiar with the ground.

They make him use a walker to get himself up out of bed or out of his chair. His chest hurts. His stomach muscles spasm. His legs shake. If he pushes himself too hard, his heart can’t take it. It beats too fast. He feels dizzy. The room spins. He falls. He says he can’t do it. He’s had enough. No more! Just let me lay here. You should have let me die. Everything hurts. He’s exhausted… but more importantly, he wants to slip into the water again… to feel weightless. Let it carry him, instead of having to carry himself. But he can’t. His scars are still forming. There’s numerous incision sites still closing up. He’s had so many surgeries he’s lost count.

He would have to be wrapped tight in plastic to enter a pool, and a public pool is an absolute no in his weakened state.

Still, he longs for it.

Billy spends much of his early recovery severely depressed. He doesn’t talk much to anyone. They nag him, though. You have to get up. You have to do your exercises. You have to drink enough water. Ha! He doesn’t want to just drink it. He wants to be in it. Submerged. Even when he is able to bathe, it’s either with a towel and a bucket or a quick shower sitting in a plastic chair. The kind elderly people use so they don’t slip and fall and break their hip. That’s hardly anything at all. So, he’s snippy with the few people willing to help… Max, who in her own frustration yells fine and leaves him alone and Steve who knows a thing or two about being stubborn.

Steve offers to take care of Billy for the weekend. Everyone else is busy and Billy struggles a lot when he’s left alone, though he doesn’t admit it. They don’t talk much. They do their own things - just, when Billy needs it, Steve is nearby to help. It’s quiet for a while. Steve calls out into the living room. He can’t find him. He’s about to go into panic mode when he notices Billy sitting outside by the pool. He opens the sliding glass door, but Billy doesn’t move from his spot. As Steve moves closer, he can see Billy’s legs in the water.

“I’m not gonna drown myself if that’s what you’re thinking…”

“Didn’t think you would,” Steve says, but honestly he’s not sure what to think about Billy at any given moment.

“Feels good.”

Billy closes his eyes. His scars are healed enough. If he could just push his body into the water… but maybe then his muscles will cramp up and he’ll actually drown.

“You wanna go in?”

Billy looks at Steve like he’s crazy, but yeah. He wants to go in.

“Don’t think I can. M’not strong enough.”

“Nonsense,” Steve shakes his head, “I’m here, so if you feel weak or whatever, I’ll save you.”

Steve winks at him, earning an eye roll. He nudges Billy’s arm. “C’mon, champ. Let’s get you some swim trunks.”

That’s how it starts, with Steve guiding him back into the pool. It’s everything he thought it would be for his broken body. The stress leaves his muscles. He can breathe a bit easier. His heart beats at a steady rhythm, except for when Steve’s hands wrap around his scarred waist. The first time they only spend a few minutes in the pool before Billy clearly needs a nap, but there’s another time and another time and another time. Steve agrees to take care of Billy on weekends, and no one thinks about it much other than Steve being Steve - always trying to lessen everyone’s “burdens” but really this is good for him, too.

After a while, Billy’s physical therapist notes improvement. He falls less. His mobility is better. He can cope better with physical strain. She asks if he’s been doing his exercises and he says “more or less.”

Physical therapy is working.

#billy hargrove #accidental #harringrove #i guess??? #reminds me i need to take a shower lmao #disabled billy

[feelingpure]

“I'm sure you don't want to come, considering what a fucking self-righteous bore you've turned into!”

When I catch Hawkins Fuller:

Further live reactions under the cut, because wuifdbivfyisvdtusdyif I need to yell about whatever tf else is gonna take place.

THEY GOT MY BOY DOING BLOW Y'ALL 😭 (ok it's the late 70s so yes everyone is doing coke, and he didn't do it like a novice, but I'm still blaming them idc). And the finger sucking... we'll come back to that at some point lmao. What is going awn?

Ok, now he's been fed pills on the dance floor. 😂 Anyway the soundtrack is banging, so now i'm like (booging to forget):

Not this being-jealous-of-craig thing pls.

Tim is... not looking like he's having a good time anymore. 😭

And something's happening with the rest on the dancefloor. I'm feeling very anxious.

Marcus and Frankie having a domestic at his work place. “I have news for you. You are a big chocolate gay man.” and his student is watching in the background. 👀 Ok Marcus, time to confront some things (I hope)! And then he said THAT, and then he did THAT. Omg, the way Frankie yeeted him 😭 everyone is in pain.

Skippy is very 💅 here. And I can't decide if I fully hate Craig or... he's v annoying but also lol?

The boyfriends are fighting! Aaaaahhh, GET HIM TIM!

Ok suddenly something very different is happening... also that Tim/Hawk kiss, yes! (it was a lil slutty, but that's all I've been wanting). OH I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS WTF IS HAPPENING OMG WFQOVBSDVBSFJKB!

Nvm... it's not happening, even though Hawk tried to force their heads together like a kid playing with 2 dolls. Cause look at his face peaking from between theirs hahah. 😂 Anyway... WHEN DID CRAIG TAKE HIS SHORTS OFF LMAOOO?! They just weren't there all of a sudden??!!

WAIT I'M ACTUALLY SCREAMING. IT'S ACTUALLY HAPPENING NOW (via some v questionable words from Hawk but).

👀👀👀 WAIT WHAT-- WHVBDLAD. So Hawk can get it up if Skippy is there. Alright. And Craig's dirty foot just hanging out right there as they kiss aaahhh lol. Ok, apparently I've hit the image limit haha, but there's a lot of limbs in places... and someone is calling me rn so I have to pause wtf. 😭😭😭

So I came back after I finished watching it and. Well well, that was a terrible time to pause ietbhfvebigadwn!!! Anyway, I'd keep blabbing on next to more caps if it'd let me.

But just... that whole episode was A LOT. The way things escalated, the way scenes turned upside down and then back again. The explosive husband arguments! The ending to that threesome was wild. The final 70s Tim/Hawk scene. OUCH.

Yes, Hawk's been hurt but. Hm, I have a lot of feelings, will probs have to be a separate post if I get the chance. There's too much to dissect. All in all; I am a Tim Laughlin warrior, and if you're yelling at him Hawk then I'm gonna have to yell at you.

#no cause i've just had to pause and pace the room for a minute #fellow travelers #ft spoilers #1x07 #hawkins fuller #tim laughlin #hawk x tim #tim x hawk #😤😤😤 #i just... #i can't do this #i am seething #tim run! #ugh complex flawed character yes i know but #and he's going through a time atm #i'm still mad at him tho #the next couple of scenes after this one have me spiraliiiiiing omfg #accidental #live blogging #after finishing the episode i'm still mad at him. just for slightly different reasons haha

[syntia13treeman]

I was walking through a flea market, minding my own business, when suddenly this:

...It came home with me. I might be in danger.

#accidental #tma #the Web #is waiting...

[mrwavellswaps]

Maybe it was Fate

Almost every morning either Seth or one of his co-workers would have to serve coffee to this suave looking business man. Max Burgundy. He clearly had money and lots of it. Not surprisingly considering he worked not too far from the coffee shop at a very lavish company. Making all sorts of deals and sales that Seth probably wouldn’t even begin to understand. And on top of that he was just gorgeous. Perfect hair, well groomed beard, tall but not too tall, filling out his suit in all the right places. It was enough to make a guy like Seth want to cream his pants whenever he saw him.

“One regular to go.” He would ask. Even his voice was perfect. Deep and masculine but also smooth and calming in such a way that he could probably convince into doing anything. Perhaps that was one of the reasons he was so good at what he does. He seemed so flawless in fact that whenever Seth had the chance to hand Max his coffee, he just wished that he could have all that. The success. The money. And of course the sexy body.

But naturally that wish would never come true as Max would walk out of the shop with his drink in hand while Seth was still stuck behind the counter serving customers. How could it? It’s not as if there’s some magic spell or device that can swap people’s bodies. Well that’s what most people thought anyway.

———

One day Seth was going about his shift as per normal. Like usual Max had already been by to grab his coffee earlier that morning, looking just as dashing as always. However, just an hour or so later, another gentleman came by the shop. He was an older yet very handsome man that gave strong silver fox vibes with a very acute fashion sense. Wearing clothes that Seth likely couldn’t even afford to touch let alone buy. He couldn’t help but wonder if this shop was now becoming a hot spot for rich guys or something.

When asked for his name to be written on the coffee cup, he simply replied ‘Chris’. Seth quickly scribbled down the name before filling the cup and handing it off to the man. Upon doing so Chris handed him the money along with something else. An envelope.

“Sir? What’s this?” Seth questioned, taking the envelope with a confused expression.

Chris smiled softly. “A little gift from me to you. I enjoy helping men like you attain what they desire most.” He explained before leaning in and speaking a little quieter. “I’ve seen the way you look at that Max fellow. I also know what goes through your head whenever he walks in here. Trust me, what’s inside that envelope will help you make that fantasy of yours a reality.”

Seth was almost too shocked to speak. How did this man know about Max? How could he possibly know the way he felt? He couldn’t have been a stalker right? Of course not. Seth almost certainly would’ve noticed if a man this well put together had walked in before. So how!? Was he psychic or something?

“And thanks for the coffee Seth” Chris added before pulling down his sunglasses just enough to wink at the bewildered barista with his distinctly purple eyes. And before Seth even had a chance to collect himself or comprehend what just happened, the man headed towards the door while taking a sip of his hot beverage. Turning a little and raising the cup just before he left. “Good stuff!”

———

The envelope must’ve sat on Seth's desk for at least a week. He kept trying to tell himself that he should just throw it away. But he just couldn’t. There was always this nagging in the back of his mind asking ‘What If?’. And the guy that gave it to him. Chris. There was just something about him. Something that wasn’t normal. He tried to ignore it but in the end he just couldn’t any longer.

He tore it open at last and what he found inside was a note alongside a very ornate looking ring. He inspected the ring a little first before reading the note and what he read left him in disbelief. A body swapping ring!? There was no way! He tried to convince himself that surely it wasn’t real and yet…

The next day Seth found himself heading into work like usual only this time he had the ring stuffed in his pocket. His shift started as it normally would. Serving customers and what not with a somewhat fake smile on his face. But of course there was only one customer he was really waiting for. Max. According to the note, he needed to be nearby for this thing to actually work.

But, as luck would have it, when Max finally walked into the shop Seth was stuck serving another customer who’d made a huge order! He was so preoccupied with this large order of drinks that he hadn’t even noticed Max was in the shop until one of his co-workers had already served the man and he was on his way out. By the time Seth had pulled the ring out of his pocket, Max had already turned a corner and left. Would it still work if his target wasn’t in view? He didn’t want to risk it. Instead Seth did something pretty impulsive by informing his manager that he had a family emergency and needed to leave asap.

He dashed out of the coffee shop and down the road until reached the office building Max worked at. It seemed as though he’d made it just in time as he saw the man in question standing just outside the building, looking as impressive as always in that designer suit of his. This was his chance!

Seth slipped the ring on his finger and watched as the gemstone on it glowed brighter. He then looked over at Max. Focusing on him and his body while trying not to think of anything else. Only as he did, another man approached Max.

By the way he was dressed in shorts and a tank top he couldn’t have been a co-worker. A friend perhaps. He certainly worked out though judging by those bulging muscles he was showing off. However it wasn’t until this hunk put his hands on Max’s waist before pulling him in for a kiss did Seth realise they certainly weren’t just friends.

How could he not have realised Max was gay as well? This guy had to be his boyfriend? Seth couldn’t help but analyse this new man. Eyes wandering across his muscular form as he continued to make out with the slimmer businessman. Filling out his gym attire so perfectly as to show off all his assets. He had to be at least twice Seth’s size and… then it happened.

It was so fast. One minute Seth was watching these two gorgeous men making out and the next he felt his soul being yanked out of his body! It was so sudden that he barely had time to comprehend it. For no more than a split second he found himself looking down at his own body before suddenly getting dragged towards the handsome couple. In an instant Seth was crashing into a new body. His soul being crammed inside while forcing out the other soul that was already occupying it.

Next thing he knew, Seth was pressing his lips against those of another man. In a panic he pulled away to see the man he’d been kissing was none other than Max who seemed rather confused by the sudden action.

“Bernardo? What’s wrong?” Max asked worriedly.

“I uhmm…” Seth wasn’t sure exactly how to respond. He felt dizzy as if he wasn’t used to his own weight. Blinking a couple times before noticing he had a pair of glasses mounted atop his nose. It wasn’t until he looked down at himself did he finally realise what had happened. He was wearing a white tank top and black shorts alongside sports socks and a pair of large sneakers. Yet despite his sudden change in attire, Seth found himself more focused on the size of the body underneath. He was massive! Huge powerful muscles pressing tightly against his clothes and it was all his! At which point it suddenly all made sense. He hadn’t swapped bodies with Max but rather the muscle bound jock he’d been kissing!

Seth must’ve gotten so distracted by this Bernardo guy after putting on the ring that it put him in this bulky body instead of Max’s. Well he supposed it wasn’t the worst turn of events. After all, he'd always wanted to know what it was like to be one of those meatheads at the gym. Plus it seemed he’d be able to get closer to Max than he ever had before. He just needed to wait for the memories to come in. The note said they should come shortly after the switch…

“Sorry I just uhhh… have a bit of a headache. Haven’t drunk enough water…” Seth lied through his teeth as best he could.

Max narrowed his eyes a little but chose not to press it any further. “Okay… Well anyway I’ve gotta head inside before I’m late. We’re still on for dinner at my place tonight right?” The charming man, who’s body Seth should’ve been inside right now, asked.

“Yeah of course. I’ll see you tonight!” Seth replied enthusiastically. That was all the evidence he needed to say these two men had to be dating.

“Alright well I can’t wait to cook something delicious for the both of us.” Max smiled before kissing Seth on the cheek. “And drink some water before you end up passing out.” He added before turning and heading off inside the office building.

As Seth watched him leave he couldn’t help but think this wasn’t the worse outcome. He might not have got Max’s body but he did get the next best thing, being Max’s boyfriend. Not to mention he’s fucking jacked now! Ohhh yeah he was sure he could make this work…

Just then a much smaller dude came charging towards him, screaming and shouting in anger. It quickly made sense however when Seth turned to see it was none other than his former body piloted by Bernardo no doubt. “Welp… guess I’d better deal with this.” Seth grumbled before puffing out his much larger chest, ready to defend his new body.

———

Later that night Seth found himself sitting on the couch in Max’s living room. They’d just finished an incredible meal together and now Max was in the other room on some business call he had to take while Seth was fiddling with the same little magic ring that’d gotten him here. He was able to swipe it off Bernardo after they got into a bit of a tussle which ended with Bernardo being hauled away kicking and screaming by some local police. They let him go once he agreed to calm down but by then Seth was already long gone.

Now the ring was back in his possession but he couldn’t help notice the gemstone was no longer glowing like before. He guessed that meant it was all out of juice. Oh well. He still managed to steal a life far better than the one he had before. But maybe it was worth holding onto anyway just in case.

Evidently his new memories had already kicked in. Seth now had complete access to his new life as Bernardo. He could now confirm that he and his new boyfriend had been seeing each other for just over two months now and had been getting on very well. It would seem unlikely for such a sophisticated gentleman to match so well with a complete gym rat but somehow they made it work. And so would Seth. It was his life now after all. Working as an online coach, going to the gym everyday to pump up his muscles even more and coming home to a hot wealthy boyfriend every night when the two of them inevitably move in together.

Seth jumped up from the couch and made his way towards the bathroom so he could get another good look in the mirror at what he owned now. Of course he’d already spent hours checking himself out before now but he still couldn’t get over seeing an entirely new face staring back at him. It was all so different. Bigger nose, thicker lips, different colour eyes, shorter black hair, square jawline. Not to mention the mustache and thick stubble. Compared to his former out of shape body and boyish looks, Seth couldn’t help but feel so damn manly now! Not to mention his confidence was through the roof.

Before he knew it, Seth was pulling off the crisp white t-shirt and tight jeans he'd worn over dinner. Soon giving the mirror a cocky smirk after revealing the solid muscular body that’d been contained underneath. Powerful arms and massive legs that were decorated with bulging veins that only served to emphasise his strength. A set of thick abs carved delicately onto his stomach only to be overshadowed by the watermelons he called pecs. Seth had to admit that, as amazing as it felt to flex his huge biceps and to squeeze his colossal quads, there was no better feeling than cupping his pecs and feeling the heavy muscle heave.

He searched the discarded pair of jeans for a moment until he was able to pull his new phone out of one of the pockets. Upon doing so he immediately flipped to the camera and snapped a picture in the mirror. That same cocky smirk on display as he showed off his new body. After which he jumped over to his messages, typed in his old phone number, and sent the picture to Bernardo.

< Thanks for the huge body bro! I can tell you put a lot of work into it for me. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to keep it in great shape and hopefully get even bigger than I already am! Regardless, there’s no way in hell you’re getting any of this back. I’m Bernardo Diaz now and you had best not forget it! But hey for the right price maybe I’ll let you worship my muscles sometime if my hot new boyfriend is cool with it. 💪😏 >

He nodded to himself as he watched the message go through before setting the phone down and returned to admiring his physique in the mirror. Of course there was a part of Seth that felt a tiny bit guilty for stealing this body but teasing the real Bernardo about it was just waaay too fun and hot to pass up. He knew it would probably piss off the other man to no end but he was also secretly hoping that he would actually take up that offer. Just the thought of this body’s former owner kissing and squeezing everything he used to own from the outside was making Seth horny as fuck. So much so that his thick new cock soon found itself creating a large tent in Seth’s boxers of which he couldn’t help but rub.

“Mmmmm now what is going on here?” A smooth voice cooed. Seth whipped his head around to see the man he’d originally planned on swapping with stood in the hallway outside the bathroom with a grin. Max must’ve finished his work call but Seth had been too distracted to notice. “Getting turned on showing off that hunky body of yours?” He asked, stepping closer while his eyes wandered up and down Seth’s form with a hunger Seth had never seen from Max before. “How about you give me a show instead huh?” Max placed his hands on the hunks’s chest before allowing them to roam for a moment, planting a few kisses along Seth’s neck while groping muscle, until finally one of his hands gripped Seth’s cock tightly. Then with a lustful glint in his eye, used it to pull Seth towards the bedroom.

Next thing he knew, Seth found himself standing before Max in the nude while doing all kinds of muscle man poses as per request. His hard dick bobbing up and down with every little movement he made. He could never have guessed Max would’ve had this kind of kinky side to him. Yet here he was, the suave business man he’d served coffee to countless times now sat gently jerking his cock through the zipper of his suit pants while commanding Seth to do poses for him.

After putting on a good show Seth eventually found himself on his knees between Max’s legs, sucking the other man’s cock like a pro. Max even grabbed the back of Seth’s head and forced him all the way down until he was deep throating the admittedly very impressive cock. “Yeah that’s it… gag on it you sexy meathead.” Were words he never thought he’d hear Max say.

It was becoming increasingly clear that Max seemed to have a thing for dominating men that were larger and more muscular than himself. Having big strong men like Bernardo be submissive towards him and do as he orders. Even his new memories seemed to confirm that Max was always the more dominant one in their sex lives. Yet Seth didn’t seem to mind one bit. Being such a muscle slut for this confident suited man despite being twice his size was for turning him on like hell for some reason!

Seth continued to swallow Max’s dick for another minute or two before he was finally allowed to stop. “Alright I think my dick is wet enough now you big dumb oaf. Now get up on this bed and show me that ass.” Max commanded and Seth did exactly what he was told. They both knew Bernardo was a pretty intelligent guy but something about being called a ‘big dumb oaf’ made Seth’s dick twitch before dribbling a little pre-cum. He was quick to get on all fours and present his ass eagerly to which Max responded by giving it a hearty slap before shoving his face between Seth’s muscular globes. The barista turned gym junkie couldn’t help but groan as he felt Max’s well kept beard rubbing against his hole.

“Fuuuck you have such a great hole Bernardo…” Max complimented, licking his lips a little after having given the other man a good eating out. He rubbed a finger against Seth’s hole one last time before teasing it with his cock head. “So tight and hungry…” Max added just as the tip slid inside, earning a grunt from Seth. “Perfect for breeding!” Then with one mighty thrust Max buried his cock to the hilt inside Seth prompting a deep and long moan from the hunk.

Unbeknownst to the pair, the very man that had been responsible for putting Seth in this position was watching from an invisible state. “Now this was an interesting outcome.” He commented, watching as Max began pounding Seth in submission. “To think he not only swapped with the wrong man on accident but now he’s getting fucked by the very man he was trying to become in the first place. Marvelous!” He smiled, rubbing his own bulge a little at the sight of a still fully suited Max jackhammering Seth’s thick ass. “It would seem that allowing my subjects to enact magic themselves can produce some rather interesting outcomes.”

The two men switched between various different positions with each one being a different way for Max to shove his dick inside Seth. Moaning and kissing until Max finally felt himself getting close. “Yeahhhh your ass belongs to me! Say it! Say that your big muscle ass belongs to me!” The usually so calm and reserved businessman demanded.

Seth didn’t hesitate. “Yes! M-my big muscle ass belongs to you!” He admitted and only then did he feel a flood of thick hot cum filling him up. Max’s balls emptying inside him like a volcanic eruption as he let out a roar of which Seth could never have imagined from the man. It was so euphoric in fact that Seth found himself squirting his own load mere moments after. Coating the bed sheets and himself a little as he experienced a level of pleasure he’d never before had in his entire life.

“Now that… was great…” Max panted after pulling out. “Some of the best sex we’ve ever had I’d say.” He added before getting up off the bed, dick still hanging out of his zipper. “I’ll grab you a towel to clean up and then I’m gonna get this sweaty suit off and into the wash.” He gave Seth a playful pat on the ass before heading towards the bathroom.

Yeah… sounds good babe…” Seth replied as he watched Max saunter away. Sure things didn’t turn out the way he planned but if anything this was just as good! He had a body most would kill for, a wealthy boyfriend and he didn’t have to work that boring barista job any more! Now he could just post selfies and workout videos to Instagram, give out the gym advice he’d inherited to his online clients and have tons of sex with his hot new boyfriend! Maybe Bernardo just so happening to show up when he did was fate. Whatever the case, he knew he was going to enjoy and savour every second of his new life.

“Despite the mix up it would seem he’s content.” Wavell thought to himself. “And yet he also seems to be holding onto that ring.” He added upon noticing it sat on the desk across the room. Just then a certain idea popped into his head causing the Warlock to grin. “Maybe I’ll be visiting you again soon Seth…”

To be continued?

#male body swap #male body theft #identity theft #mr wavell #muscle #jock #magic #accidental #plan gone wrong

[awkwardbros]

Well….

#awkward guys #awkwardbros #awkward #awkward moment #funny pics #awkweird #special touch #oooops #coaching #what are you doing #sorry #accidental #wrestler #male bubble butt #hot wrestlers #men in spandex #hey you #coaching follies #oh woah #careful there

[thereadingchallengechallenge]

JOMP BPC - December 16th - Words on a Page

feat. Accidental by Alex Richards

#accidental #alex richards #justonemorepage #jompbpc #booklr #bookblr #trcc original #portraits