loved to mess with his older sister’s stuff, much to her frustration. He would
always hide her belongings just to watch her freak out. He got a kick out of
her storming around the house and yelling “don’t touch my stuff, you little brat” as she looked for whatever he took
from her. One day, she grew fed up with Danny’s behavior and decided to teach
him a lesson. She had a goth friend who was super into witchcraft and hexes,
and she asked her to come over and lay a trap for her brother. She knew he
would try to hide whatever new item she flaunted around the house, so she had
her friend place a hex on a new red hairclip and wore it around the house,
making sure Danny saw her wearing it. She placed it right on her dresser before
leaving the house to hang out with her friends, laying the perfect trap for
Danny. Little did she know that the curse was going to change both of their
waited until his sister was gone before sneaking into her room. He saw the
hairclip sitting alone on her dresser. He picked it up and examined it,
wondering what to do with it. Deciding to tease his sister a bit, be placed it
in his hair and pulled out his phone to take a selfie. It clicked satisfyingly
as it clipped his hair, but before he was able to snap a pic and send it to his
sister, he felt a wave of dizziness come over him. He looked in the mirror
above the drawer just in time to see his hair begin to grow. In a matter of
seconds, his hair had turned jet black and grown down to his waist. His scalp
tickled as his hair grew long and silky. For a second, he thought he was hallucinating,
but a moment after his hair stopped growing he could feel his body beginning to
stretch. With a sudden burst, he grew nearly six inches in height, stretching
his boyish clothes and revealing his maturing midriff. He watched himself in
the mirror as his abs tensed up, becoming toned and athletic. With a few
cracks, his shoulders and hips expanded outwards, tearing his already stretched
clothes. He wanted to scream for help, but he knew that his sister was gone and
his parents were still at work.
tattered clothes drifted off his rapidly maturing body, revealing the smooth,
pale skin that now covered his body. He looked over his new frame, realizing
that he looked strikingly feminine now. In fact, the longer he stared at his
changing body, the more he noticed how much he was beginning to look like his
sister. The revelation made him want to puke. He had always seen girls as some
strange creatures from another world, and the idea of becoming one was not
sitting well with him. Before he could ruminate on the idea of being a girl
more, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation coming from his nipples. He watched
his chest in the mirror as his nipples began to expand, growing larger and
darker, and beginning to protrude uncomfortably from his chest. He felt the
cool air of the room making his nipples harden, and while it seemed utterly
wrong, the feelings coming from his chest were undeniably pleasurable. He
suddenly let out a girly moan as he arched his back and pushed his chest
forward, watching in horror as two large breasts began to grow beneath his new
nipples. He knew that older girls had boobs, but he had always been grossed out
by them. Now he knew that he was definitely becoming a girl, and while the idea
of living in a girl’s body made him want to cry, he couldn’t help but moan
louder as his new breasts swung freely off his chest. The mounds of flesh on
his chest finally stopped growing, allowing to regain his composure as the
pleasure coming from his chest subsided. He was breathing heavily, still
disgusted by the weight hanging off his chest, but also noticing how much his
voice sounded like his sister’s. The thought of becoming his sister sent a
shiver up his spine, causing him to panic and plead to an empty room to make
these changes stop.
I don’t want to be a girl! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have taken Stacey’s stuff! I
don’t want to be Stac- EEEYYYYYY!” he squealed in his sister’s voice as he felt
his butt beginning to inflate. He turned around and faced his ass to the
mirror, staring at the cute peach shape it had taken. He squeezed it briefly,
noticing how soft and round his butt cheeks were now, but quickly stopped as he
realized that he was touching his sister’s body. This all felt wrong, and he
would do anything to make it stop, but before he could do anything else he
suddenly felt another tingling sensation coming from his chest. He began to
sweat as he realized that girls have different parts between their legs. He
didn’t know what was about to happen, but he watched his crotch in terror as
his boy parts began to retract into his body. He felt his insides shifting
around, making room for a bunch of new organs that he didn’t even know the name
of. With a final slurp, he was left with a pair of fleshy lips between his legs
and an alien dampness that called for attention. He didn’t want to touch the
new thing between his legs, but the feelings it was sending through his body
couldn’t be ignored. It felt itchy, but in a weird, exciting way, like it
needed to be filled. Reluctantly, he reached a feminine hand down between his
legs and began to rub the moist lips where his member used to be. A flood of
pleasure coursed through his body as his fingers made contact with his new sex.
He knew it was wrong, that he was a boy, but these feelings were unimaginable.
He screamed in pleasure and plunged his fingers deep into his new clit, rubbing
the fleshy cavern between his legs and the pleasure continued to build. His
eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lost himself in pleasure. He could
only hear his moans and the schlicking sounds of his hand sliding in and out of
his new sex. He could feel his face shifting and cracking, becoming a perfect
replica of his sister’s, but he didn’t care at this point. The only thing he
cared about was the ecstasy coursing through his veins.
crash of a door closing shocked him back from the brink of orgasm. He regained
himself and looked at his body, disgusted with his actions, but reluctantly
wanting more. He looked at himself in the mirror, realizing that he was now an
exact copy of his sister, and realized he had to cover himself up before
whoever just entered the house saw him naked. Before he could find clothes to
put on, he heard someone rush up the stairs and burst into the room. It was
Brian, his sister’s boyfriend. He dropped his bookbag on the floor and smiled
upon seeing the naked girl standing there.
baby. I see you were too excited to wait for me,” Brian said, removing his
shirt and revealing a chiseled masculine body. His olive skin glistened in the
sunlight, and the sight of his attractive physique immediately made Danny’s
heart beat faster. He felt the dampness growing in his crotch again, but didn’t
know why. He wanted to run and hide, but Brian was blocking the only way out.
uhhh, I don’t know if we should…um…” Danny stammered as he frantically searched
wrong, Stephanie? Your sister is out with her friends and your parents won’t
come home for another few hours, right?”
recoiled as Brian said the name ‘Stephanie’, his mind filling with new memories
and personality traits. He tried to fight it, he didn’t want to be a girl and
didn’t want to like girly things, but the name ‘Stephanie’ kept growing louder
and louder in his head. The memories he had of playing action figures began to
transform into memories of playing dress-up with Barbie dolls. He tried to
think of his video game collection, but could only think of all the makeup he
had collected over the years. The shirts with comic book logos that he loved to
wear became cute dresses and skirts that revealed just enough to drive boys
crazy. As the thought of boys entered his head, his mind began to change even
faster. He didn’t want to think of boys, especially cute, shirtless,
musclebound boys, but the more he thought about it, the more excited he got,
and the more wet the area between his legs grew. Memories of the cute boys at
school messing around with him and caressing his body gave him goosebumps. He
suddenly remembered Stacy, his twin sister, and how jealous she was when Brian
started dating- NO! This wasn’t him! He was a boy, a nerdy little kid. This was
wrong! He felt like he was going to fall to his knees and cry, but to his
surprise he fell into the embrace of Brian’s arms. He wanted to scream, but he
looked up and locked eyes with the cute boy holding him and suddenly felt
laid the naked girl down on the bed without breaking eye contact. He gently
grabbed her legs and opened them. The young couple remained speechless, the
girl simply staring at Brian’s hardening cock as her legs opened, revealing her
tight, moist pussy. The last remnant of Danny’s old life exploded into oblivion
as Brian thrust his cock into her for the first time, sending a shockwave of
pleasure through her fertile body. She was Stephanie, Brian was her boyfriend,
and her twin sister Stacey was always being a bitch to her ever since she and
Brian had started dating. She knew Stacey was jealous of her boyfriend, but
that knowledge only made her hornier as they fucked on Stacey’s bed. Stephanie
threw her arms back and braced herself against the pillow as Brian continued to
pound her. She moaned in ecstasy as his dick filled her, shaking her sizeable
boobs with each thrust. The stench of sex filled the room, and she knew Stacey
would know about her playtime with Brian when she came home. With a final
thrust, Brian grunted as Stephanie screamed, both climaxing at the same time
before lying next to each other on the bed and smiling. The sweaty couple
cuddled, breathing sensually into each other’s faces as Stephanie reveled in the
feeling of her pussy being coated in Brian’s cum.
a cute hairclip, Steph,” Brian said, brushing the hair out of her face.
babe. It’s my sister’s,” she said with a wicked smile. She had never been
happier, and as the couple drifted blissfully to sleep, Stacey’s goth friend
was sitting quietly at the mall while Stacey shopped. She was still learning
about hexes, and had the sudden realization that she may have used the wrong
spell on Stacey’s hairclip…
Robert’s mostly asleep, curled up on the sofa as usual. He manages fits and starts most of the time, the ridiculous duvet he can’t stop wrapping around himself, the sound of the pub washing over him.
He can’t remember the last time he went in his room for anything other than clothes.
He’s drifting, somewhere close to conscious, when voices bleed through his vicious nightmares.
“-long has he been like this?”
There’s a soft hand in his hair, threading strands through familiar fingers.
“Months. Don’t think he could handle being upstairs, love.”
Robert recognises the voices. He knows them, he thinks, but he’s so tired, exhausted in ways he’s never been before and can’t bring himself to open his eyes.
“Is he asleep?”
There’s a silence that Robert’s not sure is real; maybe he’s still drifting in and out of sleep.
“He looks awful.”
Robert wants to protest, feels like waking up just for that. He’s doing his best; he’s trying to be strong, has to be for Aaron.
“I spent most of the time worrying about him. Every time he came in, he looked worse. I think that hurt more.”
Robert didn’t mean to be weak. He tried. He really tried.
The hand rests on his cheek, something soft and damp presses to his temple. A kiss, he thinks, and doesn’t know who it could be. His heart thumps in want when he thinks about Aaron doing the same. Chas has done it once, when she thought he was alseep, worried about you, she’d whispered. Vic’s never done it, even if he knows she wishes she could.
He shifts, lets out a slow breath, but can’t open his eyes. Part of him wants to stay here, warm and loved. He doesn’t want to wake up, to face the reality of being alone.
“Robert?” The voice sounds suspiciously familiar, something Robert wants, needs. “Hey, Rob, s’alright.”
Robert curls up deeper in the duvet, but there’s something warm next to him. He buries his face in it, the hand coming back to his head, massaging gently. He feels safe, comfortable and his chest feels tight.
“I don’t wanna wake him,” the voice admits. “What if we can’t do this, mum?”
“You will. You’re strong, both of you.”
Robert doesn’t feel it. He feels every day like another piece of him shatters and disappears. What if he’s not the person Aaron wants when he wakes up?
Robert whimpers, feels the hand tighten in his hair, then relax.
“I should let him sleep.”
“He’ll kill ya for not waking him up.” Chas, Robert thinks. Chas.
If Chas is there-
Robert jerks awake, body screaming to go back to sleep, to rest, but when Robert’s eyes open-
“Aaron,” Robert says, his vocie unrecognisable, more sob than word, and he drags Aaron in, presses his face into Aaron’s neck. “Aaron, Aaron.”
“It’s okay,” Aaron says, just as wrecked. “Rob, I’m home, I’m home.”
“I tried to be strong,” Robert says, knowing he wasn’t meant to hear but he can’t stop the words tumbling out. “If you thought I could handle it-”
“Hey,” Aaron says softly, kisses Robert gently, far more gentle than Robert deserves. “We’ll talk later, alright? I just wanna be here with you.”
“Yeah,” Robert says, leaning in, pressing his face to Aaron’s neck. “I love you so much, Aaron, I-”
“I know,” Aaron promises, kisses his temple. “I love you too.”
Part one of commissions for abucketofprotons, who asked for sleepy time with Rodimus, Minimus Ambus and Drift. I hope you like it, this was a fun commission! I think I’ll make this one available as a print too.
How do you think the assassins/templars would react if they find their SO sleeping in their coats?
OH LORDY ANON, THIS COULD GO IN MANY BAD DIRECTIONS.
I APOLOGIZE FOR THEY DELAY. I’M STILL HERE, SEND ME
I hope you don’t mind, dear anon, but I didn’t stay strictly to your prompt.
Satisfaction is key, and if I failed to write something how you wanted it,
please let me know!
Thanks to a dear page
supporter, I’ll now be adding Mary Read/James Kidd to the list of
assassins. Let me know what you think!
Altair: He’d been searching
everywhere- he could not find his coat, which was necessary for his day.
Unaware of where else to look, he decides to go to your quarters, hoping you’d
know where the coat was. Without knocking, he barged into your home, but halted
abruptly where he stood. There you were, peacefully sleeping, however not in
your normal robes, but in his own coat. Still frozen in your doorway, he slowly
and silently backs up and leaves. He would just steal one of Malik’s for the
Ezio: Your moment of silence had
been disrupted by short, loud, and raspy chuckles. Slowly, groggily, and
annoyed, you began to wake from your euphoric rest. Unsurprisingly, there was
Ezio, lying by your side, laughing like an idiot. Not only were you tired and
irritated, but now confused; that is until you figured out why he had been
laughing. The night before, you’d been so lonely, knowing Ezio couldn’t be with
you. To feel content and whole again, you reached for his coat… one he never
wore, and the one he wanted you to keep. Unintentionally, you’d drifted asleep,
the cloths contorted around your body. Ridged with realization, you hastily and
unsuccessfully attempted to take the coat off; Ezio’s laughter subsided. He
grabbed your hand, his eyes crinkled with delight. “You’re just too beautiful,
Hello lovely followers and friends. As promised (I’m big at keeping promises), here’s the third chapter of Plus-one. As I said before, this is a cross-over between the MMFD universe and The Wedding Date. Although the plot mostly follows the movie - I’ve added my own twists.
I rather like this chapter and I hope you all do too. Let me know!
Thank you to everyone that commented, liked and reblogged the previous chapters. It means the world to me. (Also, special thanks to the anons that have sent asks.) xx
The bedroom smells like Ocean Sandalwood, a
happy combination of scents that the people at some factory dreamed up a few
years ago. A large candle flickers atop the bedside table, illuminating the
dimly lit room. The sun has just dipped behind the nearby homes, signaling that
Monday’s nightfall is close.
Leaning against the wall, Taylor’s bare
shoulder is flush against the light gray paint, while her heel presses up
against wainscoting that flanks the sides of the room. She presses her lips
onto one another and wonders momentarily where her chapstick is, then watches Tom
as he moves his last items into the charcoal black suitcase and begins to zip
Scratching her eyelid and absentmindedly
holding her arms by the elbows as they cross her abdomen, she watches as Tom
moves effortlessly around the master suite, seemingly in a hurry even though
she knew that he wasn’t running late. His light blue t-shirt has become
untucked in the back, and she can see the waistband of his navy Calvin Klein’s
peeking through. Taylor smiles without realizing it, thinking back to the night
Suppressing a yawn, she inhales. “You have
everything?” she tilts her head to the side and watches as he lines his
suitcases up next to each other, and strips off the old stickers from his last
“Yeah, think so,” he mumbles, turning to smile
at her as he scrumples up the last of the old flight tags.
She forces a smile back, knowing that what
is coming next is the worst part of it all.
pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers characters: Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Amora (Enchantress), Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes (mention) word count: 1,656 warnings: vomit, cussing, pregnancy talks a/n: steve is a cutie summary: AU! After a one night stand at a friend’s wedding, you gain something that could possibly change your life and views on life for the better or worse.
You’re sitting on your bed, the three of you forming a circle as Wanda calls Amora on speaker and Natasha searches through Sam’s friend list on Facebook. You’re the only one not doing anything and it’s killing you to just wait! Why couldn’t you have been the one searching Sam’s facebook? You understand why you’re not the one speaking to Amora, but searching Sam’s facebook? You could totally do that!
“What do you want?” is how Amora greets Wanda when she answers the phone call. “I’m trying to enjoy the warm Hawaiian sun and you’re interrupting.”
Natasha rolls her eyes as she continues searching for the mysterious blonde, and you groan, not sure why her personality still surprises either of you at times.
Theo could feel his body relaxing as he ran. The icy night
air stung his nose but he didn’t care, the last of his pack had deserted him
and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out against Scott’s pack.
When something to his left snapped he skidded to an immediate
halt and slowly scanned the woods for whatever had made the noise. After a few
minutes he spotted her, wide eyed and the scent of wolf and fear rolling off
her, watching him as if she wasn’t sure if she should run away or towards him.
“Well hello there Princess, what’s a cute thing like you
doing out here alone?” As soon as he spoke she rushed forwards and collided
with his chest, rubbing against him and marking him with her scent.
As someone who has long enjoyed draping herself in the flowing pseudo-burnoose of XL men’s clothing, I would really like the world to either move away from fitted men’s garments or start making them in much bigger sizes. I need more giant shirt mumus, and there is no way a 46″ chest is XXL – that’s like 8-ish inches of ease in the bust for me, and that’s barely enough as far as I’m concerned.
A/N: I am having so much fun writing these kinks. I hope y’all are enjoying reading them! Feedback always appreciated!
Dean hums absently as he loads the clothes into the washer. He can
hear Sam moving around behind him, folding the clothes that just came
out of the dryer, comfortably silent as the afternoon wears on, calm
a/n: hiya loves! sorry for being so inactive, but heres an angsty drabble to make it up to you. (i’m also thinking about a part 2 to this, so i hope you enjoy!)
It was nine o’clock on an autumn’s night. Thin, dingy rain drizzled past the lit street lamps. I was making my way home from work when the sky decided to open and the freezing cold droplets of water trickled from the black clouds. I wrapped my arms around myself, regretting the fact I had no coat to protect me and was only wearing the short sleeved polo that work required me to wear and black skinny jeans.
Reaper being sweet and romantic with reader and reader is like "who are you and where's Gabriel?"
Sorry for the delay! I actually have a bit of trouble writing Reaper. It’s a really hard balancing act of keeping him in character but making people love and sympathize with him too. Either way, I hope you enjoy!!!
Subject: Reaper x Reader Word Count: 1.4k words
The explosion at the Swiss headquarters was months ago and yet you still mourned. Mourned for your friends and colleagues caught in the disaster. Mourned for the subsequent decay of Overwatch and the volatile reaction the public had. Mourned for the divide that it had among its remaining members. But mostly you were still mourning for the only family you had ever known. The group of people who you trusted beyond belief, who you truly thought had the world’s best interest at heart. Kind people, determined people, wise and brave and loyal people.
Those close to you know who you wept for the most. Not openly, of course. No, always in private. The lingering look of sorrow that Angela tended to give you made your heart hurt, as if it didn’t constantly ache every moment you were trapped in your own head. Those cold and lonely moments when the gravity of his death still smacked you in the face, demanding that you feel the burning pain and loss. You hadn’t even believed it at first. You thought he’d be back one day at headquarters, maybe a little burnt or battered or otherwise worse for wear. But sitting on the table, giving you a cocky smirk and a one liner about how he’s handled worse.
But he was gone and you were still here. Still alive.
There are several questions that asks me about where to buy my goods, like mugs and clothes and etc. So I’ll answer it here and besides that, I also have new plans to do on clothing design project.
I plan not to stick much in society6 for business purposes, I only earn a very small amount of profits from every buyer who bought it.
I intend to hold the clothing designs on my own. I’ve found a company that prints clothes in full, not only prints in limit sizes. I wanted to started to design TF infull design clothes! Like mass designs of chibi Lost Light crews around the shirt and more..!
But there is only one problem the left me, the company that prints clothes were located in America, and it will costs a lot for me to deliver it to my place. So bear with me in prices now… (Instead if someone is willing to be my middleman for my business who lives in America, I can make the clothing price more cheaper. You can message me if wanted.)
I also have more different goods to create soon to sell too! Stay tuned-!!