Crow's Smut!

Had a bunch of people messaging me wanting to know what I looked like, so instead of just sending the same pic several times I’ve decided to make a little post! So say hello to this naughty lil snowbunny ;)

I’ve decided to take up commissions as I have had several people requesting that I do so as they enjoy my work so much.

Everything is negotiable! All fetishes, kinks, people in the stories, story lengths… Just send me a message with your idea/budget and we can talk from there! :)

Ever since your girlfriend left you, life has been an upwards spiral. She was everything in your life. You completely devoted yourself to her, and the way she just ditched you with no emotion, just because a hotter, richer guy came along…

It fucking hurt. Of course it did. It was emotional betrayal, and the anger you felt fuelled you to better yourself. It wasn’t long before you began to rack up promotions and raises. It was surprising at how quickly it happened, but six months after your girlfriend ditched you, you were making six figures.

Not only did you improve at work. You signed up at the gym and three times a week, you hit the weights. You began to talk to other bodybuilders, your muscles growing as you took on their advice and improved your form, improving and cutting down on your diet.

The year after she left you, you were fitter, better looking and raking in more cash than you could ever dream of. You completely removed all signs of your ex, Jenna, off of your social media, but you began to get curious. You wanted to see how well she was doing, ditching you for that other guy.

So you found yourself searching her up on instagram. You let out a barely audible gasp as you saw pictures of her. She had become a complete, jaw-dropping bimbo. Massive fake tits, skimpy dresses and high heels. You felt your cock begin to harden at the sight of her. Her eyes were the same, but she definitely had a boatload of plastic surgery done. And it suited her surprisingly well.

Without hesitating, you followed her and a few moments back, she returned the favour. Your heart began to race, hoping that she liked what she saw on your own instagram page. You flashing new expensive watches and suits, selfies at the gym showing off your bulging muscles…

You received a DM. Quickly opening it up, your eyes widened as you read what she sent.

“Hey Jack. Listen, I’m about to go hit the clubs with my girlfriends and I need like, 500 dollars. Send it to my paypal. If you do maybe we can meet up sometime ;) xoxo”

You hated yourself. You wanted to ignore her, block her, but you were unable to resist her flirtatious message. You sent 500 dollars to her paypal, your cock hardening even more as you watched the green tick pop up on your screen. 

You spent the next half an hour edging and jerking off to pictures of your ex’s instagram. And finally jizzed into the toilet, before heading to sleep.

After that day, your life was never the same again. Every wednesday you’d go out on a ‘date’ with your… ‘Girlfriend’. Really, she went shopping for expensive dresses and jewellery with your card whilst you carried the bags. Occasionally she’d let you see a brief glance of her bare nipples. She’d also brag about how other guys would find her hot and fuck her.

Meanwhile, she stayed at your place, bringing home guys and fucking them in your bed whilst you slept on the coach. You couldn’t resist her command. She ruled over you with an iron fist, and you wouldn’t even dare to resist. You cleaned after her, went to work every day like a slave, only to donate thousands of dollars every month straight into her account. 

Your life was going so great. And it still would be, if only you could resist your ex’s allure.

Hey there! To celebrate me reaching 150 followers in such a short time, I’m open to taking in some requests for people. Whatever story idea you have, shoot it my way and we can work together to come up with something hot. I’m thinking around 2,000 words, give or take.

If your idea peaks my interest then I’ll reply. If not, I’ll try to do these regularly so you can try again another time. This is completely free, though I am open to donations if you want to (Such as if you’re a white boy who wants to pay reparations!), but really I don’t mind and I don’t care.

You were a pharmacology student, and for the past couple of months you’ve been slaving away after-hours on a new type of drug. It was in powder form, and essentially made the body overproduce hormones. In particular, made females overproduce their hormones. So within days, they’d experience a rapid, second puberty that enhanced their assets and made them more womanly than ever.

As well as staying up all night, you had no more time for the gym. So to keep fit, you began to run. At first you didn’t enjoy it, but you turned into more of a challenge, pushing yourself to the limit in the early hours of the morning as the dew settled on the grass and the birds sung in your ears. The pounding of your heart, the sweat on your skin, it all helped drain the stress of your laborious, creative and risky project that definitely violated various laws.

As you spent your early mornings running, you quickly began to notice her. At first it was only once a week, but slowly your routines began to coincide. She was cute, but you never learnt your name. Only that when the two of you saw each other, it was race on. Nothing else mattered other than beating each other and running as fast as you could until you both ran out of stamina.

However, as you began to perfect the formula of your drug, you began to realise… You needed a lab rat. Or rather, a lab human. You couldn’t test on yourself, you weren’t a female. 

But she was.

You spotted her drink on the side of some brick wall, next to a toilet. You knew she always went for a pee here before she began to run. The two of you learnt each other’s morning routines entirely by chance pretty well.

It didn’t take long for you to pour the pink powder into the water, screwing the lid back on and giving it a couple of hard shakes, making sure it was fully dissolved before running off, happy that you weren’t caught sneaking a strange substance into a girl’s drink.

You didn’t see her that morning, and as the days ticked by you began to worry. Maybe she died from the chemicals? Maybe she had a terrible reaction to it? You began to feel guilty and had begun to try and find out about any recent deaths, trying to see if you can find out what happened to your little guinea pig.

And then, three weeks after the drug was mixed into her drink, there she was. And your eyes couldn’t believe what you were seeing… She was gorgeous. The same face, the same eyes, but a different everything else. Massive, heaving tits, smushed into a tight sports bra. There was no way she could run with those jugs. That tight, thick ass and those toned, muscular abs.

She had certainly gone through another puberty. It looked like you needed to make some adjustments, but your test had been a success. The drug transformed women.

Now you just needed to refine it. Giving her a smile, the two of you began to run, racing each other. Though this time you let her go in the lead, watching her ass the entire journey as you began to think of other girls you could test on.

It was strange to see a person change so much. You frequented the gym, being a bit of a gym rat yourself, but to see a girl completely transform herself… It was a bizarre experience.

You should start from the beginning. You don’t know her name, but she turned up around a year ago. She wasn’t ugly, in fact she was kinda cute. Mousy brown hair, an upturned nose, and whilst she was a little chubby it just added to her curves. Girlfriend material. She mainly stuck to the treadmill, and after a few weeks you definitely noticed an improvement.

Her clothes were baggier, and she wasn’t like most other people who gave up after the first two weeks. She was consistent. You could tell she was gonna be a regular, for sure. However, you didn’t exactly expect what happened to actually happen to her.

The first thing you noticed was around two or three months after she turned up. She changed her clothes. Instead of a baggy T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, she strutted into the building wearing… Well, a sports bra and a tight pair of yoga pants. Very eye-catching. She didn’t have much cleavage, but she still looked good in it. And you could tell that the hard work paid off, her belly was incredibly toned.

A month later, you spotted her posing and pouting in one of the mirrors, taking a selfie. And every day you saw her doing that, from that day onwards. It got a little bit annoying, having one of those girls. The vain, image-obsessed ones. But she deserved it, right? She worked hard to get where she was. 

Then the tattoos and piercings. She looked like a proper sorority girl now, even wearing make-up to the gym. Waterproof make-up, so it wouldn’t sweat off. She outshined all the other girls.

And if that wasn’t bad enough… 9 Months after she turned up, you noticed her absence for a few weeks. And the day she came back, you definitely noticed her. How could you not notice her, or those massive fake bolt-ons that she now carried in a skimpy sports bra?

She was the gym eye-candy from that day onwards. Tight ass, big tits and a pretty face. Soon enough, she dyed her hair blonde. It was almost sad, to see such a cute girl change. To see her get plastic surgery done, her tits and then her nose, and definitely botox in her face as well. She went from cute to…

Smoking hot. Last week, she walked in on you taking a shower and gave you a blowjob. You’ve got her number, but all she’s called on your phone is ‘Gym Slut’. She probably doesn’t mind, and you’re going round to her apartment tonight, where you’re fully intending on banging her brains out.

You hated not being able to go with your girlfriend on that trip to Jamaica. You had always wanted to go there, and you spent so much money on it. Thousands of dollars to buy the most expensive hotels, car rentals, everything. Only for your workplace to call you in for overtime, apparently something devastating happened with the servers and you needed to stay behind and monitor the engineers.

You couldn’t let that perfect holiday go to waste, so you told your girlfriend to go without you. And you just received that gorgeous picture of her on the beach. She looked as stunning as ever! It was a shame you weren’t there to talk to her.

She couldn’t stop talking about this guy, Shaun. Apparently he was keeping her company. She got really drunk on the first night so he took her back to the hotel room and made sure she was satisfied. He sounds like a great guy, but you couldn’t help feel like there was something a little fishy going on between them…

You had just come off a call, where you could hear Shaun laughing in the background, your girlfriend letting out squeals and giggles. They sounded like they were having a lot of fun, at least. Anyways, back to the server maintenance…

As soon as the call from you ended, your girlfriend let out a gasp as Shaun’s big hands played with her tits. “He’s so fucking retarded.” He whispered in her ear, kissing her neck as he pressed his hard, muscular body into the back of her.

“I know, baby. Fuck, that was so hot, talking to him just after we fucked.” Your ‘innocent’, ‘sweet’ and ‘kind’ girlfriend said with an evil smirk on her face. She turned around, planting a long kiss on Shaun’s lips.

“Okay, this time I’m fucking you without a condom, understand girl?” Shaun growled, grabbing your girl by the neck and roughly choking her as she nodded in submission. Lifted up effortlessly by his strength, she was thrown back onto the bed, ready for another fucking session.

Hey. It’s Pride Month!

Over the next 30 days, we are actively encouraging you to share your LGBTQ+ pride with all of Tumblr. You deserve to be proud of who you are 365 days a year, but these next 30 days, we’re going all out. There’s no wrong way to do it. Upload an illustration. Write a poem. Make a GIF. Take a selfie and slap a Pride sticker on it. Maybe send a sticker to a friend. These precious babies are in your app right now:

Do one thing, do 100 things—whatever feels right. Just tag it with #TumblrPride so other people can find it. And, hey, if you can’t do any of these things, know that we still support you. You have every reason to feel proud this month, even if you aren’t ready to show it. <3

We’ll also be signal boosting other influential LGBTQ+ voices all month long. We’ve secured some really amazing people for Answer Time and Issue Time:

6/23—Gavin Grimm, 17 year old activist fighting for the equality of transgender students, held on Action (@action).

6/29—Becca McCharen, queer fashion designer and founder of fashion label Chromat (@chromat).

6/30—Trans Rights & Community, focusing on urgent issues that affect trans people, like violence, access to health care, and unemployment, held on Action (@action).