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Request for @zhellas NSFW The Magicians headcanons/fic for magical novice!reader accidentally swapping minds/bodies with Quentin. And at least one is packing heavy schmeat.

Co-written with @thebisexualdogdad. Thanks, bestie!

Last night, you and Quentin had been working on some new spells. Being a beginner, you understandably messed up a little. But nothing seemed to happen, so you didn't think anything of it.

When you woke up the next morning, you got out of bed, shuffling to your bathroom still half asleep, when you noticed Quentin in the mirror.

"Woah Q, where'd you come from?" You say, turning around, but he's nowhere to be seen. You look back at the mirror to see he's clearly there.

Reaching your hand up to your face, realizing you're touching his face, "What the hell?"

You keep touching your(?) face, feeling the stubble. “What the fuck! What the fuck??” It was throwing you off hearing Q’s voice. Yeah, it was his body but your words.

Now fully awake, your face slowly started to heat up. “So Q sleeps naked…” You say to the empty bathroom.

You can't help but stare at Q’s body, although you figure it’s technically your body at the moment.

The first thing you notice is that he’s pretty hairy all over. And that the dorky fantasy nerd you asked for spell help had more muscle than you thought.

You look down to see his giant cock between his legs, much bigger than you thought, and blush, "I should probably put some clothes on," subtly turning to check out his ass in the mirror before doing so.

As you throw on some clothes, there's a rapid knock on your door, which turns out to be Quentin.

"Y/N! What the fuck did you do!" He says from your body.

"Hey! You're the one that's supposed to be teaching me, so technically this is your fault," you reply.

He huffs and enters your room so you can figure out how to turn yourselves back. But honestly, you aren't quite ready to return to your own body yet. There was something intriguing about being in Quentin's body, and it was kind of turning you on.

You didn't say much, your mind still on Q's massive dong and fuzzy butt

"So what do we do?" You ask while watching your body pace around the room.

Huh… so that's what my ass looks like walking away. Damn, I look good. You think to yourself.

"Focus! how do we fix this?"

"You're asking me? Again, you're the senior student between the two of us. Shouldn't you know?? And why do we need to figure it out right away? Let's consider this an experiment. Maybe we can take notes on this and get an award or something?"

"The only people who are going to find this interesting are Elliot and Margo because they've always wanted to know what it's like to fuck themselves," he says, then realizing something, "…. I slept naked last night, didn't I?"

"Yep."

"So you… Saw my penis."

"Yep."

Quentin is mortified. He'd had a thing for you since you started at Brakebills, and you two hooked up at a party, drunk on one of Elliot's magical sex cocktails, but neither one of you remembered much of it, so you mostly pretended like it didn't happen.

"If it makes you feel better, you've got a real nice one, one I will definitely remember this time around," you joke.

“You too…” Q muttered. “I-I didn’t just like look. I had to pee.”

“Thanks, Quentin. And while we’re singing each other’s praises. You've got more muscle on you than I thought. Huh. So I do blush from my ears first.”

Quentin cleared his throat. “So… what do you wanna do?”

“You want my honest answer?”

“Idk… I’m a little scared to hear it.”

“Be confident. Yes or no?”

Quentin felt a shiver go down his spine. He’d never heard himself be so confident and, for lack of a better word, assertive. It turned him on.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Call it scientific exploration?”

“Meaning you just wanna touch our new bodies?”

“And our original ones. It’s a totally different sensation.”

"Well, I guess Elliot and Margo aren't the only ones who ever thought about the idea of fucking themselves," he says shyly.

"I knew you had a kinky side to you," you smirk, making him gasp in embarrassment, "I'm just joking, we don't have to do anything, we can start working on a cure-"

"I want to," he says, cutting you off.

"So what do you want first?" You say, approaching him, putting your hands on his waist, "I mean, I am pretty good at touching myself."

Quentin gasps when your, well, I guess his hand goes down to cup his, or rather your cock through his pants.

God, this is getting confusing. Q Thought.

“Man, this is crazy…” You chuckle. “Can I keep going?”

“Please…”

You look up to see Q trying to hide the blush and nerves. You grab his wrists lightly pulling them away. “Hey. I wanna see and hear every bit of this, got it?”

“G-got it. Wait, just one thing.”

You watched your hands do a series of tuts and heard your door lock and a woosh wash over the room.

“Soundproofing spell. Don’t want an unwanted audience.”

“Good choice.” You leaned in to kiss him, the softness of your lips a new sensation.

“God, this is such a mind fuck… but in a good way.” You laugh, Q’s deep laugh shaking through you.

Your hand goes back to his waist but this time slipping under the band of his pants and into his underwear, stroking your own cock, which was gradually getting harder with every stroke.

"Oh fuck," Quentin sighs as you kiss his neck.

He tugs down his pants, revealing your now fully erect cock.

"Damn, I guess I really am bigger than I thought I was," you chuckle, seeing yourself from this new point of view.

You guide him back towards your bed, sitting him down and sinking to your knees in front of him.

"Eliott's gonna be so jealous of this," you smirk, taking the base of your cock in your grip and gently sucking on the tip.

Holy shit, I'm really giving myself a blowjob, you think to yourself, but your attention is quickly grabbed by the sounds coming from Quentin as you work him with your mouth.

You slowly take more and more of your cock until your nose presses into your pubes.

“How the hell is my body doing this and making me feel this good??” Quentin gasps.

You pull off, pressing kisses down the shaft and the balls. “Cause I’m in the driver's seat. You wanna take your turn now?”

“Yeah.”

You stand, grabbing the hem of your shirt, trying your best to be sexy with Q’s awkward limbs.

You get the shirt over your head and hook your fingers in the waistband when you feel hands on your wrists.

“Can I? Only fair…”

“Go ahead.”

Quentin pulled your sleep pants off with a firm yank, leaving you in a loose pair of boxer briefs.

“I gotta get new underwear… this is embarrassing,” Quentin says before pushing forward into his crotch, nose under your balls. Quentin starts to mouth and suck at the cock trapped under the fabric. Hungrily sniffing and mouthing at it.

“Fuck!” You gasp. “That feels so good.”

Your hands go to his head and hold him there as he soaks the underwear with spit.

He flips you over, tearing the underwear off, grabbing and squeezing his own ass before spreading the cheeks open and diving in.

Your hips are grinding down into the mattress looking for friction against your hard cock as Quentin revels in eating his own ass.

After a few minutes, his tongue leaves you, but you feel him nip at your ass cheek while a thumb presses into your hole, trying to open you up.

"Fuck Quentin, just fuck me already," you huff in frustration.

He chuckles and steadies himself behind you, lifting your hips enough to get a good angle as he eases your cock inside his ass.

He has the same euphoric moment that you did earlier, thinking to himself, 'holy shit, I'm literally fucking myself.

He takes it slow at first, wanting to see how his body reacts to the way he's touching it, the way his back muscles flex when he runs his fingers down the spine, the way his arms are trembling to stay upright, the way you throw his head back with eyes closed shut and mouth slightly open.

He's broken from his trance when he hears you muttering, "Faster, fuck please go faster," so he picks up the pace a little, and you let out a moan so loud he's glad you soundproofed the room earlier because he wanted to make you moan like that over and over again.

You're desperately grasping at the bedsheets, getting fucked by your own cock was a whole new level of eroticism you didn't know was possible.

"Fuck yes, right there," you cry out when he spreads your thighs a little further apart to hit just the right spot deeper inside you. Quentin has now fully bent over you, face in your neck as his hips snap over and over, driving deeper inside of you.

You can feel Q’s fat cock swing below you as you're fucked, the friction of the sheets making you feel so much pleasure. You can’t help but clench around him, moans and whimpers and whines flowing out of you.

“You feel amazing wrapped around me! I feel like I’m melting…” Quentin mutters into your neck, kissing the crook over and over.

You gasp as you feel a hand reach between your legs and grab your dick. “Fuck… Quentin, if you do that…”

You hear your voice chuckle by your ear. “Don’t hold back. I wanna make you cum over and over. And trust me. I know my body can handle it.”

Those last few words make you cum for the first time, spilling rope after rope of hot cum over his hand and your sheets, cock still hard as stone. The cum covered hand is brought to your mouth, and you instinctually lick your fingers clean, like it’s your last meal.

He gives you a few more rough thrusts before pulling out of you, flipping you over and stroking himself until he cums all over your face, the taste of both your cum mixing on your tongue. Quentin is smiling, standing over you, out of breath, with your cock softening in his hand.

"That was… whoa" he says.

"I know right?" you chuckle.

"So now that we explored that for science, we should… probably start working on the cure of whatever," he says awkwardly.

"We could… or we could take a shower first so I can have a turn to fuck you," you suggest with a grin.

"Yep, that definitely that," he nods excitedly.

The spell reversal only took about a week to figure out. Which allowed you and Q more “necessary experimentation time,” as you put it. But that also meant for a week you attempted to act like each other. Mainly for the fun of it. And cause it was near the busy season for tests, no one paid attention to the two of you.

"Let me get this straight, so you were in Quentin's body and Quentin was in your body, and you were fucking each other's brains out, and you DIDN'T invite me to join at least once?" Eliot says, slightly annoyed after you were back in your own body and finally confessed to him everything that happened.

"We kind of had a lot going on," you reply.

"Yeah, living my dream of fucking myself because no one is a better lover than myself," Elliot states.

"Lovers? What are we talking about?" Margo says, walking into the room and sitting on Elliot's lap.

You fill her in, and she was just as offended as Elliot, "and you didn't let me join?"

"Right?? I thought we were friends," Elliot quips.

"You are both so dramatic," you laugh, "I can give you the spell, and you can try it out for yourselves."

“Bless you! I’ll blow you if you want.” Eliot says.

“Why are you offering to blow my boyfriend, El?” Quentin asks, handing you a drink.

“I just informed him, and he told Margo about our experimental week. El was merely suggesting payment for the spell.”

“Got it.” Quentin pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Aww, look at the nerds being domestic,” Margo said.

"The offer still stands, Y/N," Elliot says.

"Thanks, El, but Q has that department covered," you laugh.