#Hot wife wife swap fuck my wife

[mack351]

Wife’s ass..🙂. (Feel free to share or reblog)

[brattyfork]

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summary: you’re horny but you’re on your period, matt has an idea

warnings: dry humping, (i hate that word lol) cumming in pants, super short sorry

i was sitting next to matt on the couch and he just looked so fucking good. he was playing clash of clans, completely focused on his game. he was wearing a wife b3ater and some plaid pj pants, his chain was sitting loosely around his neck and his hair was all messy bc he hadn’t brushed it yet. it was too much.

i dramatically fell to my side with a loud groan.

“what’s up my love?”

“i’m hornnyyyyyy”

“so what’s the problem?”

“i’m on my period”

“oh”

matt and i had tried period sex but we decided it was too much work, too messy. we weren’t sex addicts so we could abstain for a week, it wasn’t a big deal, usually, but i felt like a feral animal today.

“yeah” i stared at him. he looked up from his phone like he was thinking and i swear i saw a lightbulb appear above his head.

“come sit on my lap”

“i’m not in the mood to be teased”

“i’m not gonna, c’mere” he tossed his phone to the side.

i climbed on top of his lap, interested in what he was thinking. matt immediately pulled me into a kiss, one of his hands on the back of my neck and the other on the small of my back. he pulled away briefly.

“think you could get off just grinding on me princess?”

“mm probably”

he smiled and kissed me again, moving his hands to my hips to help me move. i let out a small whimper at the much needed relief.

matt slid his tongue along my lips, asking for permission which i quickly granted. he pushed his tongue in my mouth, joining mine, which quickly created a very sloppy make out session.

usually we were pretty composed but this was different. this was a gross, messy, hot spit swapping kiss, and it was fucking incredible.

i could feel him growing harder under me, slowly adding more and more pressure to where i needed him. i moaned into the kiss, feeling the ends of his lips curl up into a smirk.

“feel good baby?”

“fuck yes so good” i started sucking on his neck, licking and biting wherever i could, lots of skin exposed thanks to his tank top.

matt took one of his hands off my hip and ran it into my hair, grabbing a fistful of my hair but not pulling. he wrapped his other arm around my waist, pulling me closer.

“so good for me angel, such a good whore”

i whimpered into his neck as he rutted up into me. matt used the fist full of my hair he had as leverage, pulling me away from his neck back to his lips. we once again got lost in a messy kiss as i ground harder into his lap. the way his hard dick still hit my clit even through four layers of clothes drove me up the wall.

i could feel the knot in my stomach growing tighter as i moved faster and harder on his lap.

“close already my love?” he pulled away. i whined as i dug my head into his neck, embarrassed of the effect he had on me.

“don’t be embarrassed, you’re so cute all worked up for me” he moved closer to my ear, “plus i think you’re gonna make me cum in my pants just from grinding on my lap”

i immediately pulled my head out of the crook of his neck, attaching our lips harder than ever before. god, the fact that he was as worked up as me turned me on so much. i felt like a horny teenager, making my boyfriend cum just from sitting on his lap.

i made some noise into our kiss, signaling that i was about to cum and matt just

hummed back, both giving his approval and agreement. i felt the knot snap in my stomach as my orgasm washed over me, matt’s hands still guiding my hips, holding me through my high.

i felt his dick twitch against my sensitive clit, making me cry out while he groaned into my ear. matt took complete control of my waist, using me to rub himself through his orgasm, which i allowed. i was super sensitive but it still felt unreal so i just let him do his thing until he slowed his motions, leaving his hands on my hips while my head leaned on his shoulder.

once our motions had stopped completely and we took a moment to catch our breaths, matt pulled me into another kiss.

it was different though, not needy or messy, more of an “i got you kiss”, sweet and passionate. i smiled into his lips and felt him do the same before i pulled away and he grabbed my face, he peppered my skin with kisses making me giggle before pulling away again to let me breathe.

“i think i need to change my pants”

a/n- sorry this is so short :( i didn’t wanna drag it out too long. but! i have more stuff coming very very soon

[petew21-blog]

I hate myself

I just hate my reflection now so much. His face looking back at me. I know it's my reflection now, but I still can't get used to it.

I never planned on swapping bodies with Zahir. But after what my father did, I had no choice

My father was not always a good parent, but he was great with money. He established a very fine hotel, which he planned on turning into a family business. None of my siblings were interested, because they all had their lives and their jobs. My siblings are all much older than me. I was foolish enough to think that they didn't want to help my father. But after many years of helping out instead of studying, I found out throughout that my father was a monster. He never treated people with respect, bullied his employees, and had many homophobic and transphobic comments to people, which didn't help the business, but he didn't really care as long as he had enough income.

I was closeted. And afraid to come out to my father. I knew our relationship would change after that, and I was right. After coming out to me, he never treated me the same. But he still kept me around to help him. Again, I was too naive to think that he was trying to be a better person. Nope. He got himself a new wife to impregnate and get another son. And after that he disowned me. As if I was nothing. As if I didn't help him enough to hold the place together.

I was furious and depressed. I kept checking the news of the hotel every single time I had a bit of free time. He pretended that he managed well, but it was all crumbling. And then he promoted Zahir. One of my friends who worked his way to the top by kissing ass and lying. Sorry, ex-friends now. He presented my ideas for the hotel as his own the second I left the building.

I hated him. I hated both of them from that moment. Revenge was on my mind daily now, but I had no idea how I would even attempt that.

I stumbled upon a website. It claimed to change your life for the better. Yes, you needed to pay a LOT. But I was desperate. I'm sure you understand. I sent the money and waited

I felt a nauseating feeling in my stomach. I closed my eyes. Something was happening.

I opened my eyes. YESSSS. I was back in my apartement at the hotel. Fuck yeah. It worked. I have my life back

But then I noticed some of my stuff was misplaced. The paintings on the walls were down, much more garbage on the ground than I was used to. I had a really bad feeling. I looked down

"What the fuck" a strange voice now escaped my throat. Manly, but not mine. And down below was a different view than I was used to.

Abs. I never had abs. I would kill to have abs like these, cause the gay community is so toxic about your body.

But I knew this wasn't my body. The skin was darker than my own. Maybe the website gave me a better body along with improved life

I went to the bathroom. And the second I saw my body I thought I was gonna vomit right at that spot.

Zahir

Fuckin' Zahir

That stupid freaking website turned me into Zahir

This must be a horrible joke. I turned into my enemy. A homophobic fucker who worships my father.

I looked at myself. His curly hair, his beard. I have to admit Zahir is not a bad looking guy. Maybe it could be good to be in his body. He is hot, has a great body. Maybe I could score some cute guys looking like this. And maybe I could convince my father to let me take over the hotel. I would be happier and so would my father

Ok, let's see what this body can do

I took off my new clothes. Zahir's hairy legs, hairy balls and a pretty nice dick were now available for me to explore. I entered the hot shower.

I flexed the muscles. "Oh yeah. Not bad" I touched every ridge that I now possessed. I sniffed my hairy armpits. The reeking smell hitting my nose. If I were in my body I would have been already hard at that moment

I got down to my dick. Playing with the foreskin. Feeling the weight of my new hairy balls. They were a bit larger than my own. I started jerking my new dick. Thinking about being in a new body and fucking some hot guy with it. But no matter how much I tried I couldn't get it hard.

"How do you like being impotent?" a very familiar voice could be heard behind me

I turned around and saw my old body standing in the doorway

"Zahir..."

"Not anymore, honey. I'm you now. I have to say, It's gonna get some getting used to being in your fat gay body, but nothing that a few regular trips to the gym wouldn't fix"

"Wait, you're okay with this?"

"Are you kidding? I'm now in the body of your father's heir. All I need to do is come to him and tell him I'm straight and sorry. He'll welcome me with open arms"

"Zahir, you can't do this. You can't ruin my life like this"

"Ruin your life? Honey, look at the body you now have. You should feel lucky to be looking like me. And I can't wait to tell your, sorry MY FATHER, about you stealing money and leaking secret information. He's gonna be so pissed when he finds out"

"I didn't steal anything. You can't just pin shit on my and expect it to work"

"Maybe you haven't, but I have. And I got all the evidence. Anyway, i see you're busy getting to know your... not really working manhood, thanks for that as well by the way. And I hope to never see you again. ZAHIR"

"So that's my story. That's why I hate looking at myself in the mirror"

"Right... Maybe start with something more believable next time I ask about your backstory"

"Whatever. You asked"

"Hey, the guy that was here the last time asked for you. He said that he would leave a good tip if he could piss on you"

"He knows damn well that it will cost him more. No tips will change that"

I took a shot of vodka. "Alright, let's do this. Gotta earn those money"

I looked back in the mirror at Zahir's face. God, I hate myself so much

[politicalchange]

you being jack’s scandal.

jack had been married, but his marriage was in shambles. ever since he started running as a presidential candidate up until the moment he became president. he had no one to go to for support, his wife distanced herself, taking their daughter alone and letting jack go through things by himself. then he met you.

he told you about his problems, talked on the phone, took you for late night walks in the white house garden, it was all so nice. it started off as something small, you both met at a bar, jack resorting to the strongest liquor as a way to cope with the stress of his wife potentially leaving, and you being the most sober person in the bar, making sure he makes it out alive. his wife never left him though. and she still doesn’t know what’s happening between the two of you.

anyway that’s how you ended up a month later, late night in the oval office, jacks button up white shirt sliding off your shoulder while you bounced on his cock in his president’s chair. jack continued to unbutton his shirt that was clad around your body and began to suck on your tits, leaving you in pleasure as you threw your head back.

“get up.” you quickly obeyed and stood on your feet, jack turned you around and bent you over his desk, quickly shoving his cock back into you and thrusting hard, his strong hands grabbed your waist and one hand was used to smack your ass, leaving a mark.

“you love being bent over my desk like a dirty fucking slut don’t you.” you whimpered and nodded, but jack gripped onto your hair and brung your back to meet his chest, you squealed loudly as he continued thrusting. “say it. say you like being a dirty slut. my dirty slut.”

you gasped as he gripped your throat. “i love being your dirty slut.” you cried and he had the audacity to laugh and force your head back onto his desk. he grunted as he gave you a few more hard thrusts, until he pulled out and you cried out at the loss of contact. he turned you around and gripped your face, “shut the fuck up.” then he crashed his mouth onto yours.

the makeout was quick and hot, jacks tongue fought for dominance against yours and you could feel the saliva swapping, that just make it even more hotter. jack pulled away and forced your mouth open, then he spit in it. “swallow.” you obeyed and jack smirked, caressing your face.

“you wanna get fucked more, huh baby? one orgasm wasn’t enough for you?” you shook your head and jack picked you up, shoving you against his window as he forced his cock back into you. “i’ll fuck you till you had enough don’t worry baby.”

you moaned out loud and began scratching at his back as his big arms wrapped around you and bounced your tiny figure up and down, all the pleasure becoming too overwhelming for you to handle. jack laughed in your ear, “don’t worry baby i got you. i won’t let you fall.”

after a few more thrusts, you came. but jack had other plans. “get on your knees.” you quickly got on your knees and jack forced his cock into your mouth, making you gag around it.

he groaned and threw his head back, gripping onto your hair for more support as you continued sucking the life out of him. you bobbed your head back and forth and gathered saliva into your mouth, letting his cock fall out so you can spit on it. you giggled as you slapped it against your face and pouted your lips up at him. he looked down at you, “fuck baby your so pretty.” you nodded and became stroking his cock, making sure to look up at him with low and seductive eyes at the same time.

“fuck i’m gonna come.” jack shot out spurts of cum onto your face, covering it all. you rubbed his cock all over you and licked his tip to collect any leftover cum, before using your fingers to lick his cum off your face.

jack pulled you up by your neck and sloppily kissed you, picking you up and bringing him into his bedroom. “my dirty fucking girl.” you giggled and wrapped your legs around him.

little did he know, his wife was on his way to speak with him about marriage counseling. yikes, that’s scandalous.

[mack351]

Panties going on or off? (Feel free to share or reblog)

[dadsbongos]

Hi!!! Hope you’re doing well - I just want to take a moment to gush before I ask something, because I’ve really enjoyed your blog since finding it:

1: your writing is SO good I’ve reread your dunmesh fics several times now & just eat them up every reread. I’m stoked you also have funger content & can’t wait to eat those up

2: your blog’s aesthetic is just 🤌🤌 chefs kiss

3: your chilchuck’s wife fic - I’m convinced you are the chilchuck expert you characterized him so well (& the bit in the 3some fic when he choked the reader ? gulp)

OKAY on the with the actual question: I was wondering if you have any chil thoughts for the chilfuckers? Maybe some sfw / nsfw?

thank youuu :] i'm so glad to provide for the dungeon community with both meshi and funger <3 and also extra glad to make the chilchuck people proud, he's my fav lil man

i have so many chilthoughts bc i am a verified chilfucker i need that middle aged man

nsfw chilthoughts 

MEAN mean man

Likes to make his partners huff and whine, especially if they start haughty or mouthy

Facefucking, especially, for the mouthy ones. Wants to shut you up and make you drool

Lately the thought of Chilchuck fist-fucking a bigger race has been making me sweat… like yeah lil man, get up in that thang… I need to write it. Maybe some dwarven wench who keeps mocking Chil, or an ogre that feels its appropriate to pick n lift him up while working

Schrodinger’s breeder kink - sometimes its all he’s thinking about and sometimes the thought is entirely uninteresting

Touched on it a BIT in my body swap fic but i think Chil has a really sensitive neck and likes being held there (maybe not choked, but grabbed and stroked for sure)

Has a secret goon for younger partners but doesn’t like admitting to it, the taboo of it makes him all hot especially since he knows most other races can’t tell. Like a VERY poorly kept secret that could ruin his distinguished reputation

i also have chilchuck fic ideas that i haven’t fleshed out, but thought it’d be a shame if they sat in my ‘puter unseen:

Idea 1: Reader is a young elf, only about 72, and against all odds began dating Chilchuck. On his 30th birthday, it's brought to attention that you’ll be in your 90s when he dies. Leading to a spiral wherein you’re just trying to live in blissful ignorance to your races’ lifespan difference, and Chilchuck assumes you’re mature enough to handle his death, move on, and remember him fondly… lol… anyway. When Chilchuck dies you study how to maintain your own mana without a dungeon and practice minor healing spells until you can do a full revival, which fails on Chil, so you have to turn to dark magic. Basically rewinding his life until he’s the same age as when you two met and he’s upset you brought him back because YOU could get in major trouble and that’s when you confess you didn’t tell anyone when he died bc you knew you’d bring him back -- and you’re a nutcase that keeps doing this every time he dies despite knowing he wants to die peacefully. Omg loving someone so much you need them at all costs even ruining their perception of you… 

Idea 2: Chilchuck helping a 20-ish(+?) y/o half-foot negotiate a contract for themself and he thinks they’re soooooo cute so they get together, and he’s kinda nervous to bring them around cuz you’re crazy young compared to him. Not even a child to speak of GASP. The party doesn’t notice at ALL cuz they have no idea about anything about half-foot aging and customs -- but his daughters look at him sideways lmao

and this is literally not even a full fic idea but i have a note from my chilchuck master doc for you lol

im so normal about him

[nee-biter]

[Pt. 2] A night with Miguel, Peter B and MJ

warnings: more intense than last time. pnv sex, dacryphilia, throat-fucking, wife-swapping, rough sex, throatpie, cuckolding (?)

minors dni 🙏

tagging: @sadslasher13 @a-randomscrub @cyberbugg @optimisticshoeartisanland @migueloharasgirlfriend @tallmanlover @6thhokageswife

part one

Miguel left kisses from your back to your shoulder, before pushing himself off the bed. (Meanwhile, Peter B grunted as MJ gags on his cock). "Look at me." Miguel demanded, hating the way your attention gets stolen, before turning you to lie down on your back.

He moves on top of you, his cock dangling over your face. You instinctively grasped his hand that widened your mouth. Miguel drew circles on your tongue, before pushing himself deeper. "That's right, blow me."

Your nose brushed his balls and you inevitably gagged. The way you struggled and moaned while your lips were wrapped around his length was to die for. Miguel bucked his hips, unable to contain his need for you.

"Go easy on her, Miguel~" MJ teased, as she knelt down beside your form. You were too focused on your husband to notice that MJ was wiping off the cum on her tits.

Peter B probably came on her after she sucked him dry.

You felt kisses on your body. MJ was on your right, peppering tiny kisses on the expanse of your chest. "Doesn't she look like an angel, my love?" She asked her husband, who responded by spreading your legs apart. Peter B gestured for his wife to take a taste of you.

MJ obliged, giggling as she brought two fingers to spread your pussy. While she was focused on pleasing you and making you feel good, Peter B made an effort to stay erect at the sight of his wife going down on you and the sight of you being face-fucked by his best friend.

Miguel couldn't contain it anymore and came inside your mouth. Some of his cum shooting into your throat. By the time he pulled out of you, Miguel noticed tears under your lashes. He kissed them and brushed your hair, giving you some semblance of comfort before whispering, "My little angel deserved that."

You found yourself in different other positions that night. None of you could stop.

At one point, you were on top of Peter B with his hands on your waist, rocking you back and forth on his cock. MJ was being spooned by Miguel to your left, her pussy stretched even wider as Miguel pounded into her.

At another point, you watched as Miguel sucked Peter B's cock, allowing you to adore your husband even further. He's got this side of him that was endearing to watch—a side that you want to see more. When Peter B painted his seed on Miguel's cheek, Miguel had to say, "This stays between the four of us."

The four of you took a small break by midnight, making way for a steamy makeout session between you and MJ as the two men ordered food—

—before resuming one last time, with both of your husbands on top of you. You could swear they made it into a competition, 'who could make their wife cum the fastest?' The answer was sooo obvious~

[TAKE THIS TIME TO BREATHE]

Morning after—MJ would wake you up by tickling your ear, saying there's a breakfast buffet downstairs if you want to catch it.

You declined, still spent from last night. Also because you wanted to stay behind with your sleeping husband. He was peaceful as he slept and you didn't want to disturb it by relinquishing your warmth from him.

MJ and Peter B went down to eat, but you kissed your husband good morning. Miguel had a smile on his face, still woozy from a few hours ago. Shifting his weight so that he'd be the one to give you sweet kisses, Miguel took his time to take care of you.

But he had one thing to ask from you, "Mi amor, I enjoyed last night. But I want you to assure me that this won't be a regular affair? I prefer to have you mine and only mine."

So, which is it? A frequent night of escapades with your hot friends or forever with your one true lover? The answer is up to you to decide~

thank u so much for reading 👁👁 more content from me soon i just gotta write my thesis lol

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics with Louis as a service top/soft dom as requested in this ask. All the fics are H/L because I couldn't find any rare pairs for this rec. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

🌸 Home For The Holiday by @larrysmomfics

(M, 86k, movie au) A "The Holiday" inspired AU where Harry meets Louis after agreeing to swap houses with a stranger on the internet for three weeks over the holidays.

🌸 thinking about you (little freak, jezebel) by abaddxns / @causticsunshine

(E, 21k, domestic) Louis comes home to his pretty wife.

🌸 A Simple Twisted Fate by Cyantific / @beyondxmeasure

(E, 18k, famous/not famous) Global rock star Harry Styles has some time to kill between tour dates and stumbles into a Doncaster tattoo shop with a desire for some new ink. He has a few other desires as well, but those he must keep to himself.

🌸 Baby It's Cold Outside by @silverstuff50

(E, 12k, delivery boy) Louis is delivering pizza to Harry, his favourite customer, when he realises the man needs more than comfort food.

🌸 Little Things by BurningFlesh

(E, 11k, canon) Louis is doing interviews for his upcoming tour, and Harry cant handle being away from him. Every picture, every video that surfaced online only served to remind Harry of how much he missed his husband, and how fucking hot he is.

🌸 every day and tomorrow night by @justanothershadeofblue

(E, 8k, high school) “You know the rule, Z,” Harry answers, still not pulling his eyes away from this unexpected Adonis. “If I lick it, it’s mine.”

🌸 Your Skin On Mine (I'm Losing Control) by LiveLaughLoveLarry  / @loveislarryislove

(E, 6k, watersports) Harry's birthday is the kinkiest day of his year. He gets to plan whatever adventures he wants, and he knows Louis wants it just as much.

🌸 Open Up Your Honey Pot by homemotif / @polaroidlouis

(E, 4k, omegaverse) louis’ helpless when it comes to his omega. and harry’s kind of in charge.

🌸 Take Care by everysingleday

(M, 4k, uni) Harry’s exhausted and needy and Louis loves him entirely too much to ever say no.

🌸 Tender Hearted by homemotif / @polaroidlouis

(E, 3k, mpreg) It hadn’t taken long then for Harry to clue in the fact that Louis was enthralled with his newly bloomed breasts.

🌸 Soft Dom-onstration by me_her_themoon / @dreamersdivin-headfirst

(E, 2k, BDSM club)  “I’m Louis, and this is my sub, Harry. We are here to give an exhibit about soft domming and fucking machines.”

🌸 such a pretty face, on a pretty neck by madomtomlinson

(E, 2k, emotional hurt/comfort) Harry has too many emotions. Louis is there to help him.

🌸 she’s in my dreams and in my bed by girlfriendrry

(NR, 2k, girl direction) harry wakes up from her nap with a bit of a situation, louis helps with that

🌸 Hands On You by Amanda_Styles69

(E, 2k, escort Louis) Harry is getting bored with himself, so he takes up his friend Niall's suggestion and calls a sex service.

🌸 make me dizzy (feel it in my fingertips) by stretchmybones / @lookwhatyoumademelou

(E, 1k, omegaverse) Harry whimpered at the pet names he could never get enough of. “Whatever shall I do with you?” Louis’ voice soft, but teasing.

🌸 you'll like it right there by shiptattou / @wecantalktomorrow

(E, 1k, pwp) The curly-haired man was sobbing into the sheets, hips fidgeting every time Louis’s fingers grew closer to that spot inside of him where he craved it the most – only to slip away, never providing him the satisfaction he needed. 

🌸 give me toothaches just from kissin' me by mercutionotromeo

(E, 1k, pwp) Harry, Louis, and soft, gentle reunion sex.

[mr2swap]

Exchange therapy: Take a picture of "me"

-Hey son! Take a picture of me with Superman! The boys in the gym will love this! - my son slowly leaned towards the plastic statue that attracted so much attention from all the children, I took out the cell phone from a small backpack and with my small hands pointed towards the 30-year-old frontman me and took the picture then flexed his arms showing the messy hairy bush that was in his armpit even though now I'm in my son's skinny body and I can't smoke or drink I was having fun, unlike my son I was sober, maybe it wasn't a good idea to leave him my credit card, but he knows what he's doing, and I'm having an amazing time at the water park!

The relaxed and carefree life of a teenage boy had completely intoxicated me, there were times when I even forgot that the man with the hairy pecs in front of me was originally me, the body-swapping machine had done a great job with us, everyone our skills and memories were also exchanged, I barely remember what it was like to be an adult, I even forgot how to drive!

Before all this relationship with my son was screwed, we used to argue all the time and my son started to hide things from me like that my son was actually gay and that my ex-wife had a hot new boyfriend, after the divorce with his mother my son's grades dropped to the ground, he started fighting at school and behaving like a real bratty teenager. Still, of course, that was after-life swapping therapy.

The school psychologist recommended me to one of her colleagues with an experimental therapy sponsored by SwapCorp, it's pretty simple me and my son swapped our lives for a month to understand each other better, and after that… well we're still at it, supposed that would only last a week, the therapy was a complete success!

The first thing my son did when he got home changed his clothes and go straight to the gym to test his new strength and the first thing I did was lock myself in my new room to play video games, eat Doritos and discover the pleasure of jerking off a cock. Young and virgin with my soft little hands, when he started touching me I couldn't stop until I shoot my hot and stinky load on a dirty used t-shirt.

In just one week, my son had become a responsible adult, I didn't even miss a day of work when he was in my body. I don't think anyone touched him we exchanged our bodies, not even my ex-wife, it was a bit awkward when I heard her new boyfriend fuck while I was sleeping in the next room in my son's body.

But the strangest thing was when guided by my adolescent instincts I quietly sneaked into my wife's room and masturbated watching how my new "dad" fucked the witch who had made my life miserable for so many years, her new boyfriend was super hot! He had a thick cock and a hairy ass that took all the attention away from my wife's breasts that I missed so much.

With one hand I tried to silence the moans that came out of my mouth and with the other, I massaged my teenage cock until I ejaculated while she wore the pajamas my son had given her the year before for Christmas.

While reviewing the photos on the phone, my son ordered a couple of drinks and flirted with the bartender. I had been away from romance for too long, but my son had only been in my body for a couple of weeks, and now he's quite a casanova, maybe it's better if we stay like this for another time he seems to be enjoying his new authority and his new responsibilities as a single father.

This is supposed to be only temporary, but the doctor secretly confided in me that we could stay like this as long as we wanted we just need to both agree on this, it's not so bad being an ordinary teenager when you get used to having to masturbate 6 times a day with gay porn and getting a boner in sports class.

Hey! You can support me to continue creating stories and see all my stories on my patreon and have access to the stories on my discord server.

[hils79]

Hils Watches In Blossom - Ep 8

Aww I thought they were going to do the Mulan thing where her injury needed to be treated and they figured out she had a different body to the person she's supposed to be. Instead another classic trope of 'we all thought I got shot but luckily I had a piece of metal in my pocket that stopped the arrow'

Pan Yue (unarmed) vs 50 dudes (armed). Well, I don't rate their chances. Also, this is hot.

I mean yes but I suspect you're not going to

Ooh excellent more whump. This drama is definitely catering to my interests

Is...is he going to keep taking his shirt off like this? Is something I need to be emotionally prepared for? I don't think I've ever seen him half naked like this in any other drama of his that I've watched

This is somehow more erotic than if they were actually having sex

popcorn.gif

Aww he's all shy

HAHA! I was waiting for them to accidentally fall into a kiss but, nope, trope subverted! I love this!

Me too

Bit dramatic

Yes, eye disease is why he keeps seeing his dead wife

I mean that's probably a more logical conclusion to reach than 'magical face swap'

HOLY FUCKING PLOT TWIST

[mack351]

My wife loves her morning naked coffee! (Feel free to share or reblog)

[arc-misadventures]

Swapped AU Jeanne meets the Rusted Knight

The Knight

Jeanne: So uhh… That a… That a nice look you’ve got there…

Jaune: Oh, thanks.

Jeanne: …

Jaune: …

Jeanne: Your giant jakalope is nice.

Jaune: I knock up, Rin!

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Well… That explains why I was in there for so long this time… Hehe… H-How did that happen…?

Jaune: Well… Rin, saw me as the, Rusted Knight…

Jeanne: Like from the fairytale?

Jaune: Yeah, I-I’ll explain that later. A-Anyway, I appeared in your room dressed as I am now, armour, and all. And, the only person I saw was, Rin. And, she just sorta lost it…

Jeanne: Lost it?

Jaune: She took one look at me, said, ‘Hello Daddy~!’ And, she pounced me…

Jeanne: Rin has always had a crush on you. But, she’s always managed to keep her emotions in check. However, I think seeing you like this, broke the camels back, and she didn’t care about the repercussions of her actions, only that it happened. Can’t say I blame here honestly…

Jaune: I’m regretting it though…

Jeanne: Because you won’t be there to help her?

Jaune: Yeah… She told me it’s what she wished for, what she wanted more than anything else. Her eyes… Rin’s, beautiful pink eyes told me that this is what wanted. That she was telling the truth from the bottom of her heart. So, I gave her what she wanted. But, I can’t help, but feel sorry that I won’t be there to help her. And, I probably won’t be able to see it as often as I would like to… I don’t regret doing it… Just that I won’t be there to help her when she needs me…

Jeanne: Don’t worry, Jaune. Me, Nora, May, Mom, Dad, and the rest of my brothers; All of us will be there for her, you can count on that.

Jaune: T-Thank you, Jeanne… I’m lucky to have a sister like you in my life.

Jeanne: Hey, that’s just what… S-Sister… Y-Y-You called me sister…?!

Jaune: Well, we are sorta like twin aren’t we?

Jeanne: But, I-I thought you hated me.

Jaune: I’ve been stuck there for a long, long time. I’ve had plenty of time to think some things through. And, I was never truly angry at you, Jeanne. More so with the world, and the people I’ve had to face. So, will you forgive me?

Jeanne: There’s nothing to forgive, big bro.

Jaune: So, I’m the big brother in this relationship? Probably for the best, you are one hell of a hellion to deal with.

Jeanne: Oh, how rude of you.

Jaune: (Snrk!)

Jeanne: So… Do you have any ideas on what the baby should be named?

Jaune: Since I won’t be there I thought I should leave that to, Rin. But, if I had to pick one…

Rin: Ahh?! Oh… H-H-Hi, Jeanne… H-How was seeing, Jaune again?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Dammit! He was about to give me a name!

Nora: A name, a name for what?

Jeanne: For my nephew, and/or niece~!

Rin: Eep!

May: What are you talking about?

Jeanne: Why don’t we ask, Rin instead~?

May: Rin? What did, Rin do?

Nora: Does it have to do with that thing she’s hiding behind her back?

Rin: N-N-N-No! No it doesn’t!

Jeanne: Rin, Jaune told me what you two did together.

Rin: H-H-He did…?!

Jeanne: Yes. And, he asked me to be there for you. Me, and my whole family will be there for you, Rin. So you don’t have to worry, we’re here for you, you’re not in this alone.

Rin: Promise…?

Jeanne: Arc’s promise.

May: W-What the hell are you two talking about?

Nora: PleasebewhatIthinkitis!PleasebewhatIthinkitis!PleasebewhatIthinkitis!

Ren: H-Here you go…

May: Is that…? No way?!

Nora: Fuck yeah! I’m gonna be an aunt!

Jeanne: Congratulations, Rin! You’re going to be a mom!

Rin: T-Thank you, Jeanne… I know its so sudden… But, I saw, Jaune, and I saw how he looked… I-I wasn’t letting him get away from me again. So, I… Yeah…

May: I knew you had the hots for him. But, damn… I didn’t think you’d go that far with him.

Jeanne: Well Team ARNZ, we better pack. We’re taking a trip to see my parents! And, once there I can introduce my family to my two new sisers, and wife!

May: Wife?! I understand, Nora, and I would get adopted by your mom…

Nora: FUCK YEAH!

May: But, I didn’t think you need to marry, Rin just because, Jaune knocked her up.

Jeanne: No no no. Rin is my new sister. Your gonna be my wife, May.

May: …

May: You going to give me a ring now, or what?

[arliedraws]

I don’t really write OC’s in fic because I don’t usually like to read them, but I have an OFC in my Slytherin!Sirius soul swap AU bc I thought it would make sense to give AU Sirius a loveless marriage to a pureblood witch. In what I thought was gonna be a short exercise to explore her character a bit, I wrote 22 pages of smut where she and canon Sirius (who is pretending to be AU Slytherin!Sirius) hate-fuck (sort of) because he’s a bisexual disaster and is under the impression that he’s supposed to fuck his young hot, annoying wife and then finds out AU Slytherin!Sirius actively avoided her because he only had eyes for his rival James Potter.

And it doesn’t really fit. In my story. So I don’t know like…what to do with it.

[precious-little-scoundrel]

I've got a head canon going on for Ev Blakely to share and who better to share it with but the Chief Organizer of the Naughty Sleepover?

Let's face it, the man is a tall, cool drink of water, but he's married and faithful...well, except when it comes to his own hands...

Picture him leaning up against the back wall of one of those Nissin huts late at night when he thinks no one's looking -- head tilted back, eyes closed, fleece jacket unzipped, fly undone...that long, lean body with that long, lean cock, one hand cupping his balls, the other pulling his shaft in long, shuddering strokes...he's trying so hard to keep his breath under control so nobody hears...

Pardon me while I take a few deep breaths myself...and by all means, feel free to join in this particular cock-versation...

The way I just, like, rolled onto my back like a dog hoping for belly scratches while reading this!?! Weird, concerning, but also a very valid display on my part of docile submission that the absolutely un-presuming force of Ev Blakely elicits.

I kid you not, dear Anon, I had a mild moment of panic when Douglass was requested for Cock-versations in my sleepover because where one is the other is surely near and yet??? I didn’t have it in me to have a whole essay on this man. Something about him deters me out of sheer respect and insecurity. Which is hot, and foreign for a scrappy gal like me.

The rest of these legends? I can take them -not in a fight. But I’d try a fight, too.

Everett Blakely?

Fuck he’s just too cool and the swag is not a front or a coping mechanism - it’s his essence and his scarves are somehow better than Gale’s and he’s didn’t get shot down by the end of the series -what BIGGER dick energy could we require?

Also- fuck!!!! how valid you are that this man gets off under the stars?!. None of that teenage shower shit for him, smelling of soap and damp and ten different masculine aftershaves with a hint of something else that should’ve been washed away down the drain and yet lingers. What a place to tug one out to. What’s there to remind him of Margaret?

The stars though? Now, Venus’ far off twinkle, that spurs thoughts of the gleam in his wife’s eye when she gets an idea and oh -how very much this man likes his wife’s ideas.

You’re just so right, this man wants a thing? -he takes it and orchestrates the having of it to his liking, universal forces bend to him, not the other way around and honestly that makes me throb in appreciation.

But he’s also fun?! What a combo!!!

He also gives very strong “use your words, honey pie” vibes, maybe it’s all the riddles or the gentle authority figure energy but that’s just what I’m getting from him: and that’s very essential as you are likely to go quite dumb and silent around him and that gorgeous, lanky cock and those endless dark eyes.

The faithfulness aspect?! SO HOT. Not in a home wrecking urge sorta way, oh ho no. Rather -I wanna be Margaret so bad it makes me look stupid and I’m ok with it.

If you’ve got any further thoughts -if any of y’all do on any of them!! this is a sleepover the swapping should be both ways!!- hit me up with them.

Again, legit rolled around in impotent need reading this, Nonnie, I’m so flattered you’d submit it to my box.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by a buncha folks for fuck it Friday! Thanks @devirnis @butchdiaz @anxieteandbiscuits @alyxmastershipper @rewritetheending! I’ll post scraps form a few things…

Their first actual interaction in nurse Eddie au

In bed eight there are blue eyes and a birthmark and Eddie says “Buck,” out loud, because he’s an idiot.

“Do I… know you?” Buckley (Eddie seeks safety in the formality of a last name) tilts his head a little, eyes searching Eddie’s face for familiarity.

Saying something like You’re usually unconscious when we meet would be creepy, probably. Sometimes I feel like you're my dead wife doesn't even make sense, Eddie can't even explain it to himself. Shannon died and you didn't sounds too accusatory, and he's not sure if he wants to mean it that way or not. You saved my son's life except Eddie still isn't thinking about that, is still actively trying to forget. So Eddie says “I’ve seen you in here before,” like that explains a nickname he has no right to know.

Some sap from take you in and make you mine chapter two

Bed head, all sticking over everywhere. Buck will touch his hair, later, Eddie will let him touch his hair. Loose gray LAFD shirt, possibly Buck’s, one of the ones without a name printed over it. Buck spends a few minutes fascinated by the way the fabric folds around warm skin that maybe Eddie will let him touch later, too. Boxers, sweatpants shed for being too warm. Buck should check for fever, maybe, make sure he’s recovering okay, but his arm and hand and ankle don’t feel overly hot. He doesn’t have any blanket on him, either, it mostly migrated onto Buck in the night, and then mostly left him behind as well to rest half on the floor. He’s breathing steady, back rising and falling slowly with it. Buck glances at the bedside table. It’s early, not even 6 yet, though the room is already halfway sunny here at the height of summer. There’s one granola bar wrapper and a mostly drained water bottle from when he’d woken up starving and parched in the middle of the night, but the others remain untouched. At least that means Eddie slept through the night, probably. Rest is good, important for recovery. There’s a little twitch of pressure on his hand and Buck turns back over to watch Eddie come awake.

He does it in stages. First he holds Buck’s hand tighter (Buck hides his face in the pillow for a moment, burying his smile), then makes a grunt so annoyed and dad-like that Buck has to bite his tongue not to laugh. Then his head starts to move, looking around at the room before finally dragging his face across the pillow to blink at Buck. He looks tired, and ruffled, and beautiful.

And here’s Shannon and Eddie coming out to each other from quilt shop au

Christopher wanders towards the yarn shelves and Shannon turns to him, scratching a nail along the outer seam of her jeans the way she always has when she’s nervous. “I know I usually have him Saturdays but I was wondering if you’d be willing to- watch him, or swap days, or- or I could drop him off in the afternoon, maybe?”

“Uh-“ Buck is coming in on Saturday, Eddie was going to show him how the long arm works so he doesn’t have to keep rolling up whatever secretive larger project he’s been working on to fit in his little domestic machine. But Shannon is not generally a worried person, these days, and Eddie doesn’t like the way she can’t quite make eye contact. “He’ll have to hang out here for a while, but yeah, of course. What’s up?”

“I…” She glances at him, glances away again. Eddie keeps folding the pile of fabric on the cutting table, keeping his movements steady and calm, and she watches the slide of the colors and patterns for a minute before she takes a deep breath. “I have a date.”

Eddie makes a sound something like Oh, but without really forming the word. It’s been awhile. Shannon had tried dating much quicker and much more frequently than Eddie had after they’d split. Jealousy only lasted so long- Shannon is still one of the loves of his life, even if that love isn’t what he thought it was when he was 18 and she was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. Eddie had sunk into the role of supportive best friend with a kind of relief he thinks nobody looked at too closely, and he’d been the shoulder she cried on when things didn’t work out, and the last few times things hadn’t worked out so spectacularly that as far as he’s known she’d been single for going on a year. “Who’s the new guy?”

Shannon makes determined eye contact, and her voice shakes only a little. “New girl, actually.”

Eddie absolutely cannot help the startled laugh that knocks out of him. It’s not funny, fuck it’s not funny, and her face is pinching up in embarrassed anger that he feels terrible about, but- it’s just kind of funny, is all.

“Jesus- Fuck you, Eddie-“

“No! No, no,” he catches her hand and waist as she spins away, like how they used to dance, like how they still dance, sometimes, when they find a bar with a hoedown night or when they’re lonely in this city that can feel so far away from where they grew up. “Shannon, no, it’s not-“ He remembers the last time she’d had her heart broken, how he’d held her on his abuela’s couch as she’d asked What’s wrong with me? and Why do I never feel right? and he hadn’t had any answers for her because they were questions he tried not to ask about himself. He laughs again, helplessly, and she looks more confused than angry and Eddie wants to spin her around and around because finally, maybe they both finally- “There’s a boy,” he says, and her eyes get wider. “And he’s tall, and he’s got blue eyes, and- and I love you so much but, baby, I don’t think we were ever going to work out.”

And then she laughs too, throwing her head back with it like Christopher does. “You’re- you’re fucking with me.”

“I’m really not,” he says, face aching with the smile splitting it in half.

@shortsighted-owl @bigfootsmom @rogerzsteven @kitkatpancakestack @burins @ anyone else who has stuff to share!

[octuscle]

Tim and Tim swap lives

When he started his traineeship at the local newspaper, Tim had rather hoped to report on exhibition openings or opera premieres for the feature section. That was more his world. But his first job was an interview with a heavy-metal singer who had become a bit of a has-been. The singer had made headlines recently for his marital violence and his drug and alcohol excesses. Tim had had a fetish for heavy metal in the past. Sweaty singers in tight leather pants. To the Twisted Sisters video of "We're not gonna take it" he had jerked off more than once. Good suburban boys who become rock stars. That had already been to his liking. But everything he'd researched about his interviewee beforehand indicated that he'd been hot a long time ago. Now his best days were long gone. Oh well, it was a job. And he was just the volunteer. He had probably also been chosen only because the singer's name was also Tim.

For the interview, Tim had picked out some hopefully suitable clothes from his brother. And so he waited in the backstage area to finally be able to conduct the interview. The manager had led him to the dressing room, put a Coke in front of him, and walked out angrily ranting. "Where is that drunken piece of shit again?" heard Tim yelling him. After more than an hour, the door opened and the band's lead singer staggered through the door. He grunted something like a hello and disappeared directly into the restroom. Tim heard his interview partner vomit first. And then snore. Tim carefully opened the door. And the singer was lying in a puddle of vomit and urine, blissfully asleep. Shit, what was he supposed to do now? Wake him up? Seemed inappropriate to him. So Tim did something he should have done an hour ago: He answered his own written questions himself.

Question: They say your career is over. What do you plan to do to get back to your old successes?

Answer: Over? Now it's just getting started. I've been sober for a year, eat healthy and spend every free minute in the gym. I'm far from being at the end.

Energy coursed through Tim's young body. His muscles grew visibly.

Question: But financially you are at the end. Is it true that the private bankruptcy had to file?

Answer: Fuck, I've spent a lot of money on shit in the last few years. The tattoos alone have cost me a fortune. And I've had bad advisors. But with my new manager, things will pick up again. I also have a responsibility for the band, which is my family.

Tim's flawless skin began to discolor in various places. Tattoos formed and began to cover his entire upper body.

Question: Why this late change of heart? You've been in the business for decades, right?

Answer: Decades? Kid, you're exaggerating. I've been living heavy metal body and soul since I was 16. That's not even 20 years.

Tim aged in seconds. He was no longer 22 but 34. His hair had grown into a long mat. His skin definitely showed traces of many excessive parties. But he still radiated a lot of energy and masculinity.

Question: A final private question: What do you say to the accusations of violence against your wife.

Answer: (Loud laughter) Are you kidding me? I married that bitch for the press. Never touched her. For years I've only fucked the asses of hot reporters like you.

Of course Tim couldn't write it like that. No one would believe it. But only snoring continued to come out of the toilet. Tim didn't think he would be able to do the interview. He pressed save and closed his laptop. At that moment, he heard the toilet flush. His young and crisp interview partner came out. "Any more questions, boy?" he asked. "No, thank you very much for this very frank interview. I wish you all the best as you restart your career." replied the lad from the local paper. Tim had needed to get that off his chest. That felt good. Now the tour could go on. But before he went on stage, he desperately needed to relieve some pressure. "All the best to you, too, boy. Now come and get your reward, groupie." Tim unbuttoned his leather jeans. And the other Tim got down on his knees.

The concert was a huge success. A legend was back. But the sensation was the article by a young local editor about the singer's coming out.