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- Sep 9, 2021
In another installment of 'trans porn for trans people', we go back to Victorian England where full mastectomies could be performed for trans men in an era where basic handwashing was not the norm and anesthesia was only introduced as a way to put patients under. Hope you smoked enough opium, we're going to hear a lot of sobbing men.
This is written in the style of a Victorian novel; that is, it takes a while to get to the point, and is a little pompous. It almost purple prose-y, but not quite. The main issue I have is that it tends to repeat itself.
> this particular indiscretion always tops him over the very thin line between detestation and refusal to attend
AKA: 'I hate attending galas, and I don't want to attend, but when I attend I'll talk about how I hate these galas I attend, even though I'm well aware that it's going to be a big gala I'm going to attend.'
>As it stands, well. So does he
You already wrote that he was well aware of the accommodations. This sentence is useless.
> His waifish frame
It is not a Victorian story without a waif who is the palest shade of white. This isn't your basic-bitch race swapped Bridgerton.
> They are well aware that Viktor himself is not suited for average debutante daughters
They're also not aware that he's actually a woman, and that their daughters would be entering a lesbian relationship without their knowledge. Which then makes me wonder if anyone else knows, and how.
>Who had been considered an incurable (and perhaps contagious) bachelor from the very moment he had the very moment he had first entered the court circuit
Is this due to his disability? Because back then, being a famous scientist meant you had wealthy and investors; even Nikola Tesla had many female admirers even when he was a known shut-in. What even IS a 'contagious bachelor' anyways? Someone who resembles the TB phenotype, or what?
> Or looks
He's clearly not ugly enough to enter these circles and not be clocked.
> It is rather scandalous for someone so detached from society to know so much about it
??? Plenty of socialites know a lot about society even when they may be shut-ins because they have maids who gossip, and Victorians loved theirs. And Viktor is supposed to be a genius, so why wouldn't he know? He's also partners with Jayce Talis - so why even ask that?
> Some possessive beast which roils behind the brass buttons of Viktor's waistcoat
Over other women? Typical. Too bad that beast isn't strong enough to get those man-hands off of you.
> A pair of bachelors - flatmates and business partners notwithstanding - can only spend so much time together until people begin to wonder
The term used back then for men who preferred the other company of men was 'eternal bachelor' and there was scores of gay only sex clubs where you could have orgies. If this is high society, something tells me they're well aware, but they don't know that Viktor isn't a woman, which would be an even bigger scandal. A gay man is still a man; a woman pretending to be one is in a place she legally cannot be in. A gay man can pay his fines and claim repentance; a woman cannot.
> She is on the verge of swooning
Sorry lass, the mutt here likes man pussy. Your female genitalia has the wrong identification.
> From a massive hand enclosing entirely on his shoulder, swallowing it without effort
You already wrote it was covering his shoulder entirely. This is also one of those quips where you are reminded of who the man is, because Jayce has huge fucking hands - tennis racket hands. Throw him a ball, why don't you?
> He abruptly removes his lithe frame from Jayce
He's just uwu so smol.
> A weak man against that fine countenance
Because all it takes to get this strong, independent and True and Honest Man on his knees is to give him the puppy dog eyes.
> To cause a scandal would undo all that hard-won progress
I mean, Jayce is fucking Viktor with his eyes and everyone notices that; what the real scandal is, as said before, is Viktor being a woman.
> It very well may destroy Jayce, which is, frankly, a bigger problem
If they found out Viktor was a woman, Jayce would not be seen as a 'sodomite' or a 'bugger' because he's fucking a woman. He would suffer no consequences, because Viktor, the woman, is the one at fault because she is pretending to be something she is not. Male privilege doesn't come to pooners, and back then, Viktor would either be forced into marriage or handed over to an asylum. Jayce, by contrast, would be fine.
Yeah, and I wonder why people think you're 'gay.' You're not even trying to be subtle. Quite sure Cassandra would be able to tell, too.
> Slender curve of his waist
There's a difference between a 'snatched waist' and what Viktor has; the only reason he passes is because he's ill. Otherwise, those child-birthing hips would be sticking out like a sore thumb.
> The sob Jayce releases into Viktor's mouth
I am really tired of the trend of making Jayce an utter cry baby of a man. I can see him being tender, and an all-around sweetheart, but this is ridiculous. He does this enough that I wish he'd get stung by hornets just so he has another reason to cry.
> He moves his hands to engulf his thighs
Just in case you needed a reminder of who the man is. Here you got the tiny waif and the hot - literally and figuratively - guy utterly swamping them in size. Just as nature intended, eh?
> The sight of which still causes a troublesome flutter in Viktor's chest. In his studies, Viktor has mapped nearly every dip, curve, an d scar on that wondrous body.
But it's not basic straight sex, oh no. Not your basic female fantasy. It's Trans Porn Written By Trans People, you TERF.
> Viktor feels his anguish like a phantom limb
A phantom limb like the penis you don't have? HEYO
> Straining contour of Viktor's clit
As this is trans porn, the pooner author fluctuates between using proper female terms for female genitalia before going back to the default 'cock' that they are prone to using. Note that this takes place during the Victorian era, where testosterone was not synthesized until 1957. There would be no 'bottom growth' and he would just be looking at an engorged clit, not a 'swollen cock'.
> Dipping into Viktor's hole
She says, while writing 'vaginal sex' for a tag. Fuck off.
> Slides his meaty paws beneath them
'Meaty' is right; those are big ole bass slappers. He should volunteer to become a rudder for the Titanic.
> Begging for the privilege of quenching his thirst with Viktor's slick
A different version of 'a man starved' or 'like a thirsty man' cliché. Get another metaphor.
> Jayce nudges his nose up into the cock
Which is barely larger than his thumb nail, and is a normal female clitoris. Women at this time usually had them snipped off if they were hospitalized for 'hysteria', btw.
Ah, another broken sob. Jayce does that while kissing, and again while fucking. Get him some good weed so he can be tripping about the stars instead.
> Viktor's throbbing cock
> Needy hole
> Releases his clit
> Lap at the rivulets of fluid that gush from his fluttering, oversensitive cunt
Glad trans Viktor is a squirter. Can't imagine a fic where he isn't one. My man sprays more water than a broken NY water line.
> Back from his feast
Another cliché.
> In search of supple flesh
Such as his breasts? Oh, wait until you see THAT twist.
> Hauls his lover up onto the mattress with him
Damn, where he'd get the strength to do that? A gust of wind would knock him over.
> He pulls a wide palm
He's going full DK mode with those hands, I swear.
> A new flow of tears cascading down the slope of his nose
Stop. Fucking. Crying. You're a grown-ass man! I'll give you a reason to cry when I'll throw you into the Anglo-Boer wars.
> And the idea is nearly visceral in its repugnance
Redundant.
> Patch of pallid flesh
No niggers in Victorian England. Pallid, pale flesh all the way, baby.
> The water from his eyes pooling in the hollow of an emaciated chest
If he's that emaciated, he needs to head to a TB hospital. My man has the wasting sickness.
> His still-weeping cunt
Oh, so it's not the only thing that's crying.
> The first breach of Viktor's hole
If you can use the 'vaginal sex' tag, you can use it in your fic. Saying that word is like saying a demon's real name to these people.
> A choked-off sob
This is the third time Jayce has done that.
> Viktor's spine arches reflexively at the onslaught of sensation
Glad his crooked spine can do that.
> Jayce's hand tighten on his waist, nearly circling it completely without effort
Pooners really love writing Viktor as this absolutely small-waisted individual who has the anatomy of a wine bottle, when his actual waist is tapered and not that tiny. Jayce's hands are made unnecessarily huge to highlight the size difference between them, and all it does is clock Viktor. They don't seem aware of that.
One also has to ask how Viktor managed to get a bilateral mastectomy when the first procedure had been done in 1882, and they had just begun to use antiseptics. He managed to find male doctors who understood his plight and performed on him, without any of the expertise (I am using that term lightly here) modern surgeons have. Such delusional thinking on display here.
> Chasing the exquisite flavour of the vibrations
And what do these vibrations taste like?
> The way he's pulling Viktor back into him one-handed is entracing
Oh, you like being man-handled by a big muscle man, don't you? Someone to lift those 350 lbs easily when you break the bedframe with your weight. It's easier to imagine yourself as a thin, sickly man (with a vagina) instead, because then you can see all the action.
> He praise his nails out of Viktor's pale stomach
I'm surprised he didn't gut him like a chicken here, considering how hard he was pressing down.
> Spreads it over his flushed clit
Are we back to this, now? Or are we going back to 'cock'?
> A small gush of slick coating his lover where he is speared open
Every time I read 'speared open' I think of a stuck pig Jayce's dick is so big it could've been used during Vlad Dracul's kebab extravaganza through Romania.
> His pubic bone grinds against Viktor's cock
It is not a cock because you didn't undergo the same embryonic development as Jayce did, and without testosterone, that is a perfectly normal clit, and that 'hole' a normal vagina - that you can't seem to bring yourself to use unless you're tagging something.
> He tries, in his stupor, to commit every picturesque detail of Jayce's bliss to memory
Sounds like you already did that and were doing that despite being fucked out.
> Continues to look at him like a starving man
This cliché again?
> into a safe, loving embrace
Always with the safety.
> He feels a pang of guilt that his lover's needs may have gone unheeded too long on a night like this
...what the fuck are you talking about? His needs were already met. His needs are easily met. Being more concerned about your partner's needs than your own is something women do. This is set in the Victorian era to boot - the fuck you mean his needs are not met?
> He seldom has the freedom to indulge it
Oh FUCK OFF. He's a tall, muscular, genius man. Him being male grants him the ability to be educated as high as he is by default when women were just being allowed into Oxford. This is about him being 'gay' even though fucking a woman pretending to be woman is decidedly NOT gay.
> If I truly wanted, I would have
Then all those closeted gay men, who cannot be outed due to homophobia, would then out you because you came home with a fuckton of bruises after they beat the shit out of you for lying. There were next to no domestic violence laws during this period, and beating up a pooner would be a piece of cake. Jayce worrying about 'Viktor straying' when he has more to fear from angry gay men who got hoodwinked is stupid when you think about it.
> Large hand cradles the back of his skull
But can it engulf it?
> My doctors will be most displeased with my behaviour tonight
I'm wondering how they even managed to keep their lips shut, especially considering how they are dealing with a female patient who wants to be male. Transsexualism is only just beginning to be discussed in the medical literature, and you expect me to believe they're going to nod and go along with this - unless he was presenting female to them all along, which would mean he'd be bribing his own doctors not to out him. There are a lot of things this pooner didn't think through; proper research is one of them.
> Before deftly catching both of Viktor's wrists in one of his massive, calloused hands
> Pull the paper-white body flush against him
Oh but it's not your basic straight woman's fantasy of a big, handsome man fucking her in a greenhouse while wearing a Victorian dress, oh no. It's Trans Porn Written by Trans People, and if it sounds awfully female-centric and heterosexual then you need to get your eyes checked because they aren't female, TERF. The real men are talking, and all they want is a...big, muscly man grabbing them around their lithe waists (they're 350 lbs) and their pale, porcelain skin (it's pockmarked by cystic acne) and their gushing, tight vaginas (that are bleeding, cracked and dry from testosterone). Just guys being bros being doods, yo.
This multi-chapter fic got a slew of attention and bookmarks, and it's only the first chapter! Jayce struggles with having a penis too big to function, echoing Charlie Sheen's pressing issue from Scary Movie 4.
> he genuinely thought he was going to drop kick Heimerdinger earlier today
"Don't fuck with this scientist!"
> Even then the alpha has growled at him twice now
Always a pleasure to see humans act like actual dogs in this universe. Only thing separating them from actual dogs is their power of speech.
> Peppery and deep
So it's a paprika farm in there, nice.
> Jayce has even performed oral sex on him a few times, yet he's never once let Viktor return the favour
Surprisingly, it's not because Viktor is an omega. It's because Jayce's dick is too big. How big? Take a few guesses and get your tape measure out.
> I think I'm fucking up but I'm not sure how
In which the author has a teeny tiny bit of self-awareness.
> He thought that Jayce was holding back out of some form of misguided chivalry
Well, he isn't a marauding rape beast as most alphas are, so give the guy some credit. He genuinely cares about you if he is worried about his size.
> Stop smelling so sad
Along with growling and acting like dogs, emotions have scents in this universe. Sadness, depression and lust all have smells - as to what they smell like, your guess is as good as mine.
> I am not weak and fragile and failing
Technically you are, but we'll roll for it because you're trying to be a dominant omega.
> The stench of hurt omega turns his smell sour
Like what? Stale sweat? Spoiled milk? Freshly used NFL shoes? Gimme a clue here.
> Feeling like a petulant brat throwing a tantrum because his alpha doesn't want him
You said it, not me.
Interesting; alphas can have sex with multiple people who are not their mates provided they are not in a rut...but omegas can't really do the same. Jayce also admitting straight up his dick is too people to fuck with is worthy of a Scary Movie skit. I cannot get that image of Charlie Sheen beating his dong down with a vase out of my head, with the added bonus of Jayce's face put on his.
> I would probably destroy you if we spent my rut together
And look at that, Viktor doesn't care - he wants to be stuffed like a stuck pig. Why do you think people are reading this? They want to see those omega parts go where no human genitalia has gone before.
> I break things
You don't say. It's in your alpha nature, after all.
> It's his scent but heavier, muskier, woody and rich
So he smells like a lumber yard, OK.
> He can only imagine what his den would smell like
Obviously something that can't be covered up with a wax warmer. All this scenting shit just reminds of of wolves marking their territory and hunters using dog piss to lure them out (thanks, CoD Ghost).
> Knowing it would satiate a part of his alpha brain
Because 'man brain' is too on the nose, eh?
> If I asked you to consider me as a rut partner, would you get mad at me?
1. He already asked that and Jayce agreed and 2. You already volunteered.
> I truly do not believe you are capable of hurting me, in rut or not
If he did, we wouldn't be getting three chapters of this, so get ready for the pseudo-monsterfucking.
> Patch of wiry black hair
Ah, there's the Tarzan pubes. Of course it has to be written as 'thick and manly', because that's how you know which one is the man, right?
> He's thick, far thicker than Viktor had imagined, and long
Lemme guess. 12-13 inches, 4 inches wide, with a big ole vein. Big enough where it puts a Pringles can to shame. A didgeridoo size.
> Honey sweet scent of his slick
That's just one of his 41 flavours you can dip chicken wings with.
> It smells like ink, charcoal and fire
So an Amazon factory after someone took too long in the bathroom.
> Big hands splayed wide over his thighs
As if it would be anything else. Jayce is on permanent DK mode now.
> Slick drips between his folds, honeyed and inviting
Can KFC market it?
> Dragging his nose down through the wiry hairs of his mound
There's the Rapunzel pubes. If they're that thick that someone's nose can catch on it...it's time for a trim.
> Licking a straight line up from his hole to his cock
If it's just a hole, where's all that slick coming from? A hidden reservoir? Gavin Newsom's hair gel? I need a clue.
> Lips wrapped around his clit
> Tongue tracing his cock
Pick one. Especially when you are comparing it to the absolute monster that is Jayce there. And look at that, there's the 'starved man' cliché.
> A thrill runs up his spine at the thought of the much larger, stronger alpha pinning him down and taking what he wants
AKA a basic female fantasy, and the bane of all romance stories, fanfic or not. Very manly.
> Sex sometimes leaves him feeling shy with his partners
...you're a man, aren't you? Why are you acting shy all of a sudden?
>Hangry
A nice portmanteau of 'angry' and 'hunger'.
> It would make him jealous thinking of how exactly Jayce learned to be so good with his tongue
He's an alpha, he can do what he wants. You cannot, as you are an omega (and a female one, at that, pretending to be a man).
> Tongue relentlessly laps at his cock
Comparing that clit to the monster cock that is Jayce is, again, pure comedy. You cannot write that and expect me NOT to compare them. They want it to be seen as a micropenis, but don't want the same associated with that.
> Cheeks darker than the color of his tie
Sounds like he could be an extra in Willy Wonka's factory.
> At this rate he'll put his entire hand inside him before he fucks him
At this rate, I'll be surprised if that isn't in the fic.
> Somehow, he's grown, the hard member impossibly bigger than when he was soft
Either he's 12 inches or 13, which is as big as the world's record holder. And that guy was still successful sexually despite that.
> Viktor has had sex before. He's been with men and women, alphas, betas, omegas
Seems like this ABO universe is more lax on sexual mores, because most omegas cannot have sex with anyone other than their designated alpha.
> He's given and received
With what? A magic strap?
> Never has something stretched him quite like this
You'll be seeing a lot of stretching here.
> The alpha stretching him out and filling him in ways that he has never been before
> His head swims at the thought of the alpha fucking him, keeping him stretched out like this and breeding him through his rut
> He doesn't even feel the stretch over time
Three uses of this in the same paragraph. Wew, lad.
> A gush of slick follows
Since you have a portable fire hydrant, what are you worried about? He'll be perfectly fine.
> Caught somewhere between too much and not enough
This cliché again?
> He's never been so full, he swears he can feel Jayce in his throat
Makes this the fourth time we used fill/stretched. And there's the 'felt him in the back of his throat' cliché.
> Pinching his clit between his fingers, thumbing over the hardened, sensitive head carelessly
Then it isn't a cock, is it?
> Not when the much stronger alpha holds him down so he can fuck him
The pooner yearns for the hot man to pin her down and fuck her like Edward does Bella in Twilight.
> Look so pretty win my den in my nest
Which smells like a lumber yard
> Gonna mate you, fuck you full of pups
But this isn't your basic female fantasy, fuck you
> He wants his knot. He needs it
"I don't need no man...but I do need that dick!"
> Almost as if he were in heat and can only be satiated with a knot
Except Jayce is? He nearly drop kicked Heimerdinger because he was being moody, and his apartment smells like he's going to chop down the boreal forest. What else do you think he could be possibly be going through?
> If you don't mind still being my rut partner
This man is thirsty over that Pringles can. He's not going to give up the Hispanic Hog that easily.
This is the first chapter. I can hardly wait to see how wild this really gets, especially if we get more details on how big that Mexican man meat really is.
Figured I'd wrap up this batch with a short fic from our dear Ziggy, the AuDHD Jew from Iowa. Take it away, my dear.
> Half of them misspelled his name
Funny, a bunch of authors in this fandom do.
Uh, Sky does know where pink eye comes from, right? In this case, I don't think it's allergies or chlorine causing it but improper hygiene...this sneaky bitch just said trans Viktor had poor hygiene LMAO
> It should have set off some form of alarm bell, alerting Viktor that he was walking into something, but let left his concerns out of his presumptions
What's this? Tossing aside your gut feelings just so a man can be happy? Which sex feels pressured to do that, again?
> Bruised maroon
My man is turning into Barney the Purple Dinosaur.
> Gentle rub of his swollen length
Eh...what swollen length?
> Left a weeping sore in his wake
Might want to get that checked out. Don't want necrotizing fasciitis to set in.
> Sending a barrage of sparks between his legs in an instant
Whoa! My man is becoming a Transformer!
> With ambiance
A man fucking you so hard the sound of flesh smacking out into the hallway isn't 'ambient noise' my dear.
Five orgasms? Damn. Trans men really are a different breed of machine, eh? They can just keep on going...just as they do with whole rotisserie chickens and cakes and buffets and...I'm getting ahead of myself.
Now, who in the right mind thought this was a good tag?
In case you couldn't guess...'pissfaggot' there is indeed a trans man and yes, she has a piss fetish. Who the fuck thinks it's a good idea to eroticize birth?
I have no idea why Sappho is in this. Leave her out of it.
If you're a humanities major...maybe it's time to use some of that skillset and read scientific papers set in the humanities? Just a tip. Plenty of historians go into other fields to ask experts for help. You have Google and LibGen. Stop being so goddamn lazy.
This is written in the style of a Victorian novel; that is, it takes a while to get to the point, and is a little pompous. It almost purple prose-y, but not quite. The main issue I have is that it tends to repeat itself.
> this particular indiscretion always tops him over the very thin line between detestation and refusal to attend
AKA: 'I hate attending galas, and I don't want to attend, but when I attend I'll talk about how I hate these galas I attend, even though I'm well aware that it's going to be a big gala I'm going to attend.'
>As it stands, well. So does he
You already wrote that he was well aware of the accommodations. This sentence is useless.
> His waifish frame
It is not a Victorian story without a waif who is the palest shade of white. This isn't your basic-bitch race swapped Bridgerton.
> They are well aware that Viktor himself is not suited for average debutante daughters
They're also not aware that he's actually a woman, and that their daughters would be entering a lesbian relationship without their knowledge. Which then makes me wonder if anyone else knows, and how.
>Who had been considered an incurable (and perhaps contagious) bachelor from the very moment he had the very moment he had first entered the court circuit
Is this due to his disability? Because back then, being a famous scientist meant you had wealthy and investors; even Nikola Tesla had many female admirers even when he was a known shut-in. What even IS a 'contagious bachelor' anyways? Someone who resembles the TB phenotype, or what?
> Or looks
He's clearly not ugly enough to enter these circles and not be clocked.
> It is rather scandalous for someone so detached from society to know so much about it
??? Plenty of socialites know a lot about society even when they may be shut-ins because they have maids who gossip, and Victorians loved theirs. And Viktor is supposed to be a genius, so why wouldn't he know? He's also partners with Jayce Talis - so why even ask that?
> Some possessive beast which roils behind the brass buttons of Viktor's waistcoat
Over other women? Typical. Too bad that beast isn't strong enough to get those man-hands off of you.
> A pair of bachelors - flatmates and business partners notwithstanding - can only spend so much time together until people begin to wonder
The term used back then for men who preferred the other company of men was 'eternal bachelor' and there was scores of gay only sex clubs where you could have orgies. If this is high society, something tells me they're well aware, but they don't know that Viktor isn't a woman, which would be an even bigger scandal. A gay man is still a man; a woman pretending to be one is in a place she legally cannot be in. A gay man can pay his fines and claim repentance; a woman cannot.
> She is on the verge of swooning
Sorry lass, the mutt here likes man pussy. Your female genitalia has the wrong identification.
> From a massive hand enclosing entirely on his shoulder, swallowing it without effort
You already wrote it was covering his shoulder entirely. This is also one of those quips where you are reminded of who the man is, because Jayce has huge fucking hands - tennis racket hands. Throw him a ball, why don't you?
> He abruptly removes his lithe frame from Jayce
He's just uwu so smol.
> A weak man against that fine countenance
Because all it takes to get this strong, independent and True and Honest Man on his knees is to give him the puppy dog eyes.
> To cause a scandal would undo all that hard-won progress
I mean, Jayce is fucking Viktor with his eyes and everyone notices that; what the real scandal is, as said before, is Viktor being a woman.
> It very well may destroy Jayce, which is, frankly, a bigger problem
If they found out Viktor was a woman, Jayce would not be seen as a 'sodomite' or a 'bugger' because he's fucking a woman. He would suffer no consequences, because Viktor, the woman, is the one at fault because she is pretending to be something she is not. Male privilege doesn't come to pooners, and back then, Viktor would either be forced into marriage or handed over to an asylum. Jayce, by contrast, would be fine.
Yeah, and I wonder why people think you're 'gay.' You're not even trying to be subtle. Quite sure Cassandra would be able to tell, too.
> Slender curve of his waist
There's a difference between a 'snatched waist' and what Viktor has; the only reason he passes is because he's ill. Otherwise, those child-birthing hips would be sticking out like a sore thumb.
> The sob Jayce releases into Viktor's mouth
I am really tired of the trend of making Jayce an utter cry baby of a man. I can see him being tender, and an all-around sweetheart, but this is ridiculous. He does this enough that I wish he'd get stung by hornets just so he has another reason to cry.
> He moves his hands to engulf his thighs
Just in case you needed a reminder of who the man is. Here you got the tiny waif and the hot - literally and figuratively - guy utterly swamping them in size. Just as nature intended, eh?
> The sight of which still causes a troublesome flutter in Viktor's chest. In his studies, Viktor has mapped nearly every dip, curve, an d scar on that wondrous body.
But it's not basic straight sex, oh no. Not your basic female fantasy. It's Trans Porn Written By Trans People, you TERF.
> Viktor feels his anguish like a phantom limb
A phantom limb like the penis you don't have? HEYO
> Straining contour of Viktor's clit
As this is trans porn, the pooner author fluctuates between using proper female terms for female genitalia before going back to the default 'cock' that they are prone to using. Note that this takes place during the Victorian era, where testosterone was not synthesized until 1957. There would be no 'bottom growth' and he would just be looking at an engorged clit, not a 'swollen cock'.
> Dipping into Viktor's hole
She says, while writing 'vaginal sex' for a tag. Fuck off.
> Slides his meaty paws beneath them
'Meaty' is right; those are big ole bass slappers. He should volunteer to become a rudder for the Titanic.
> Begging for the privilege of quenching his thirst with Viktor's slick
A different version of 'a man starved' or 'like a thirsty man' cliché. Get another metaphor.
> Jayce nudges his nose up into the cock
Which is barely larger than his thumb nail, and is a normal female clitoris. Women at this time usually had them snipped off if they were hospitalized for 'hysteria', btw.
Ah, another broken sob. Jayce does that while kissing, and again while fucking. Get him some good weed so he can be tripping about the stars instead.
> Viktor's throbbing cock
> Needy hole
> Releases his clit
> Lap at the rivulets of fluid that gush from his fluttering, oversensitive cunt
Glad trans Viktor is a squirter. Can't imagine a fic where he isn't one. My man sprays more water than a broken NY water line.
> Back from his feast
Another cliché.
> In search of supple flesh
Such as his breasts? Oh, wait until you see THAT twist.
> Hauls his lover up onto the mattress with him
Damn, where he'd get the strength to do that? A gust of wind would knock him over.
> He pulls a wide palm
He's going full DK mode with those hands, I swear.
> A new flow of tears cascading down the slope of his nose
Stop. Fucking. Crying. You're a grown-ass man! I'll give you a reason to cry when I'll throw you into the Anglo-Boer wars.
> And the idea is nearly visceral in its repugnance
Redundant.
> Patch of pallid flesh
No niggers in Victorian England. Pallid, pale flesh all the way, baby.
> The water from his eyes pooling in the hollow of an emaciated chest
If he's that emaciated, he needs to head to a TB hospital. My man has the wasting sickness.
> His still-weeping cunt
Oh, so it's not the only thing that's crying.
> The first breach of Viktor's hole
If you can use the 'vaginal sex' tag, you can use it in your fic. Saying that word is like saying a demon's real name to these people.
> A choked-off sob
This is the third time Jayce has done that.
> Viktor's spine arches reflexively at the onslaught of sensation
Glad his crooked spine can do that.
> Jayce's hand tighten on his waist, nearly circling it completely without effort
Pooners really love writing Viktor as this absolutely small-waisted individual who has the anatomy of a wine bottle, when his actual waist is tapered and not that tiny. Jayce's hands are made unnecessarily huge to highlight the size difference between them, and all it does is clock Viktor. They don't seem aware of that.
One also has to ask how Viktor managed to get a bilateral mastectomy when the first procedure had been done in 1882, and they had just begun to use antiseptics. He managed to find male doctors who understood his plight and performed on him, without any of the expertise (I am using that term lightly here) modern surgeons have. Such delusional thinking on display here.
> Chasing the exquisite flavour of the vibrations
And what do these vibrations taste like?
> The way he's pulling Viktor back into him one-handed is entracing
Oh, you like being man-handled by a big muscle man, don't you? Someone to lift those 350 lbs easily when you break the bedframe with your weight. It's easier to imagine yourself as a thin, sickly man (with a vagina) instead, because then you can see all the action.
> He praise his nails out of Viktor's pale stomach
I'm surprised he didn't gut him like a chicken here, considering how hard he was pressing down.
> Spreads it over his flushed clit
Are we back to this, now? Or are we going back to 'cock'?
> A small gush of slick coating his lover where he is speared open
Every time I read 'speared open' I think of a stuck pig Jayce's dick is so big it could've been used during Vlad Dracul's kebab extravaganza through Romania.
> His pubic bone grinds against Viktor's cock
It is not a cock because you didn't undergo the same embryonic development as Jayce did, and without testosterone, that is a perfectly normal clit, and that 'hole' a normal vagina - that you can't seem to bring yourself to use unless you're tagging something.
> He tries, in his stupor, to commit every picturesque detail of Jayce's bliss to memory
Sounds like you already did that and were doing that despite being fucked out.
> Continues to look at him like a starving man
This cliché again?
> into a safe, loving embrace
Always with the safety.
> He feels a pang of guilt that his lover's needs may have gone unheeded too long on a night like this
...what the fuck are you talking about? His needs were already met. His needs are easily met. Being more concerned about your partner's needs than your own is something women do. This is set in the Victorian era to boot - the fuck you mean his needs are not met?
> He seldom has the freedom to indulge it
Oh FUCK OFF. He's a tall, muscular, genius man. Him being male grants him the ability to be educated as high as he is by default when women were just being allowed into Oxford. This is about him being 'gay' even though fucking a woman pretending to be woman is decidedly NOT gay.
> If I truly wanted, I would have
Then all those closeted gay men, who cannot be outed due to homophobia, would then out you because you came home with a fuckton of bruises after they beat the shit out of you for lying. There were next to no domestic violence laws during this period, and beating up a pooner would be a piece of cake. Jayce worrying about 'Viktor straying' when he has more to fear from angry gay men who got hoodwinked is stupid when you think about it.
> Large hand cradles the back of his skull
But can it engulf it?
> My doctors will be most displeased with my behaviour tonight
I'm wondering how they even managed to keep their lips shut, especially considering how they are dealing with a female patient who wants to be male. Transsexualism is only just beginning to be discussed in the medical literature, and you expect me to believe they're going to nod and go along with this - unless he was presenting female to them all along, which would mean he'd be bribing his own doctors not to out him. There are a lot of things this pooner didn't think through; proper research is one of them.
> Before deftly catching both of Viktor's wrists in one of his massive, calloused hands
> Pull the paper-white body flush against him
Oh but it's not your basic straight woman's fantasy of a big, handsome man fucking her in a greenhouse while wearing a Victorian dress, oh no. It's Trans Porn Written by Trans People, and if it sounds awfully female-centric and heterosexual then you need to get your eyes checked because they aren't female, TERF. The real men are talking, and all they want is a...big, muscly man grabbing them around their lithe waists (they're 350 lbs) and their pale, porcelain skin (it's pockmarked by cystic acne) and their gushing, tight vaginas (that are bleeding, cracked and dry from testosterone). Just guys being bros being doods, yo.
This multi-chapter fic got a slew of attention and bookmarks, and it's only the first chapter! Jayce struggles with having a penis too big to function, echoing Charlie Sheen's pressing issue from Scary Movie 4.
> he genuinely thought he was going to drop kick Heimerdinger earlier today
"Don't fuck with this scientist!"
> Even then the alpha has growled at him twice now
Always a pleasure to see humans act like actual dogs in this universe. Only thing separating them from actual dogs is their power of speech.
> Peppery and deep
So it's a paprika farm in there, nice.
> Jayce has even performed oral sex on him a few times, yet he's never once let Viktor return the favour
Surprisingly, it's not because Viktor is an omega. It's because Jayce's dick is too big. How big? Take a few guesses and get your tape measure out.
> I think I'm fucking up but I'm not sure how
In which the author has a teeny tiny bit of self-awareness.
> He thought that Jayce was holding back out of some form of misguided chivalry
Well, he isn't a marauding rape beast as most alphas are, so give the guy some credit. He genuinely cares about you if he is worried about his size.
> Stop smelling so sad
Along with growling and acting like dogs, emotions have scents in this universe. Sadness, depression and lust all have smells - as to what they smell like, your guess is as good as mine.
> I am not weak and fragile and failing
Technically you are, but we'll roll for it because you're trying to be a dominant omega.
> The stench of hurt omega turns his smell sour
Like what? Stale sweat? Spoiled milk? Freshly used NFL shoes? Gimme a clue here.
> Feeling like a petulant brat throwing a tantrum because his alpha doesn't want him
You said it, not me.
Interesting; alphas can have sex with multiple people who are not their mates provided they are not in a rut...but omegas can't really do the same. Jayce also admitting straight up his dick is too people to fuck with is worthy of a Scary Movie skit. I cannot get that image of Charlie Sheen beating his dong down with a vase out of my head, with the added bonus of Jayce's face put on his.
> I would probably destroy you if we spent my rut together
And look at that, Viktor doesn't care - he wants to be stuffed like a stuck pig. Why do you think people are reading this? They want to see those omega parts go where no human genitalia has gone before.
> I break things
You don't say. It's in your alpha nature, after all.
> It's his scent but heavier, muskier, woody and rich
So he smells like a lumber yard, OK.
> He can only imagine what his den would smell like
Obviously something that can't be covered up with a wax warmer. All this scenting shit just reminds of of wolves marking their territory and hunters using dog piss to lure them out (thanks, CoD Ghost).
> Knowing it would satiate a part of his alpha brain
Because 'man brain' is too on the nose, eh?
> If I asked you to consider me as a rut partner, would you get mad at me?
1. He already asked that and Jayce agreed and 2. You already volunteered.
> I truly do not believe you are capable of hurting me, in rut or not
If he did, we wouldn't be getting three chapters of this, so get ready for the pseudo-monsterfucking.
> Patch of wiry black hair
Ah, there's the Tarzan pubes. Of course it has to be written as 'thick and manly', because that's how you know which one is the man, right?
> He's thick, far thicker than Viktor had imagined, and long
Lemme guess. 12-13 inches, 4 inches wide, with a big ole vein. Big enough where it puts a Pringles can to shame. A didgeridoo size.
> Honey sweet scent of his slick
That's just one of his 41 flavours you can dip chicken wings with.
> It smells like ink, charcoal and fire
So an Amazon factory after someone took too long in the bathroom.
> Big hands splayed wide over his thighs
As if it would be anything else. Jayce is on permanent DK mode now.
> Slick drips between his folds, honeyed and inviting
Can KFC market it?
> Dragging his nose down through the wiry hairs of his mound
There's the Rapunzel pubes. If they're that thick that someone's nose can catch on it...it's time for a trim.
> Licking a straight line up from his hole to his cock
If it's just a hole, where's all that slick coming from? A hidden reservoir? Gavin Newsom's hair gel? I need a clue.
> Lips wrapped around his clit
> Tongue tracing his cock
Pick one. Especially when you are comparing it to the absolute monster that is Jayce there. And look at that, there's the 'starved man' cliché.
> A thrill runs up his spine at the thought of the much larger, stronger alpha pinning him down and taking what he wants
AKA a basic female fantasy, and the bane of all romance stories, fanfic or not. Very manly.
> Sex sometimes leaves him feeling shy with his partners
...you're a man, aren't you? Why are you acting shy all of a sudden?
>Hangry
A nice portmanteau of 'angry' and 'hunger'.
> It would make him jealous thinking of how exactly Jayce learned to be so good with his tongue
He's an alpha, he can do what he wants. You cannot, as you are an omega (and a female one, at that, pretending to be a man).
> Tongue relentlessly laps at his cock
Comparing that clit to the monster cock that is Jayce is, again, pure comedy. You cannot write that and expect me NOT to compare them. They want it to be seen as a micropenis, but don't want the same associated with that.
> Cheeks darker than the color of his tie
Sounds like he could be an extra in Willy Wonka's factory.
> At this rate he'll put his entire hand inside him before he fucks him
At this rate, I'll be surprised if that isn't in the fic.
> Somehow, he's grown, the hard member impossibly bigger than when he was soft
Either he's 12 inches or 13, which is as big as the world's record holder. And that guy was still successful sexually despite that.
> Viktor has had sex before. He's been with men and women, alphas, betas, omegas
Seems like this ABO universe is more lax on sexual mores, because most omegas cannot have sex with anyone other than their designated alpha.
> He's given and received
With what? A magic strap?
> Never has something stretched him quite like this
You'll be seeing a lot of stretching here.
> The alpha stretching him out and filling him in ways that he has never been before
> His head swims at the thought of the alpha fucking him, keeping him stretched out like this and breeding him through his rut
> He doesn't even feel the stretch over time
Three uses of this in the same paragraph. Wew, lad.
> A gush of slick follows
Since you have a portable fire hydrant, what are you worried about? He'll be perfectly fine.
> Caught somewhere between too much and not enough
This cliché again?
> He's never been so full, he swears he can feel Jayce in his throat
Makes this the fourth time we used fill/stretched. And there's the 'felt him in the back of his throat' cliché.
> Pinching his clit between his fingers, thumbing over the hardened, sensitive head carelessly
Then it isn't a cock, is it?
> Not when the much stronger alpha holds him down so he can fuck him
The pooner yearns for the hot man to pin her down and fuck her like Edward does Bella in Twilight.
> Look so pretty win my den in my nest
Which smells like a lumber yard
> Gonna mate you, fuck you full of pups
But this isn't your basic female fantasy, fuck you
> He wants his knot. He needs it
"I don't need no man...but I do need that dick!"
> Almost as if he were in heat and can only be satiated with a knot
Except Jayce is? He nearly drop kicked Heimerdinger because he was being moody, and his apartment smells like he's going to chop down the boreal forest. What else do you think he could be possibly be going through?
> If you don't mind still being my rut partner
This man is thirsty over that Pringles can. He's not going to give up the Hispanic Hog that easily.
This is the first chapter. I can hardly wait to see how wild this really gets, especially if we get more details on how big that Mexican man meat really is.
Figured I'd wrap up this batch with a short fic from our dear Ziggy, the AuDHD Jew from Iowa. Take it away, my dear.
> Half of them misspelled his name
Funny, a bunch of authors in this fandom do.
Uh, Sky does know where pink eye comes from, right? In this case, I don't think it's allergies or chlorine causing it but improper hygiene...this sneaky bitch just said trans Viktor had poor hygiene LMAO
> It should have set off some form of alarm bell, alerting Viktor that he was walking into something, but let left his concerns out of his presumptions
What's this? Tossing aside your gut feelings just so a man can be happy? Which sex feels pressured to do that, again?
> Bruised maroon
My man is turning into Barney the Purple Dinosaur.
> Gentle rub of his swollen length
Eh...what swollen length?
> Left a weeping sore in his wake
Might want to get that checked out. Don't want necrotizing fasciitis to set in.
> Sending a barrage of sparks between his legs in an instant
Whoa! My man is becoming a Transformer!
> With ambiance
A man fucking you so hard the sound of flesh smacking out into the hallway isn't 'ambient noise' my dear.
Five orgasms? Damn. Trans men really are a different breed of machine, eh? They can just keep on going...just as they do with whole rotisserie chickens and cakes and buffets and...I'm getting ahead of myself.
Now, who in the right mind thought this was a good tag?
In case you couldn't guess...'pissfaggot' there is indeed a trans man and yes, she has a piss fetish. Who the fuck thinks it's a good idea to eroticize birth?
I have no idea why Sappho is in this. Leave her out of it.
If you're a humanities major...maybe it's time to use some of that skillset and read scientific papers set in the humanities? Just a tip. Plenty of historians go into other fields to ask experts for help. You have Google and LibGen. Stop being so goddamn lazy.
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I wonder what kind of punishment and scandal that would bring. 
Keep up the good work posting fic!
You mean their workplace culture, or their sex? Because even a gay goth guy can enjoy a fling like that and have no hard feelings; these hard feelings is typical for women, who want more than just sex - another female socialization trait they can never shed.
R Medieval fantasy AU hinges its bets on selling a woman pretending to be a man in marriage to another woman; they get raided by bandits, kill the bandits, and then fuck in the woods. Bets are on on whether he gets knocked up or not.
