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Apparently there are many Harry Potter Dramoine fics that are inspired by Manacled. I will report back if I come across anything interesting.
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Good Lord. These people never had sex before. That is always what I think when I stumble over this sort of shit. And I have given up on finding interesting things a while ago. It seemingly is all smut these days. And I don't see the point in that.
I don't necessarily disagree, being a TNG and DS9 guy myself. I just think that VOY is objectively worse than ENT ever could have been.You'd have to go back even further than that, Enterprise was being filmed at the time. To restore the timeline, you'll have to stop it's very conception.
In all seriousness though, the only good star trek that's been made recently is lower decks and prodigy. I love both shows, they're very well written, but man trek has had a rough time. it really needs a big blockbuster that's well written, one that can pull people into watching it.
sigh, a man can dream
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This author would like you to know no women or people of colour were killed in this, as she indulges in a roleplay of Ramsay Bolton. Turns out, the author is a he/him 'transfag commie' whose strawpage looks like it came from 2007 era Deviantart. Also is so disabled (read: fat) she cannot sit at a desk and draw, and needs a tablet to draw from her bed. Her mother is also aware of and supports her fetishes.
Some of her kinks:
Here is the fic.
Ashamed of nothing, offended by everything. Why does a transfag commie need all these content warnings? There will be no such content warnings in the communist reality, comrade - you'll be pouring concrete.
I've read a lot of fics that have gore and other sensitive subjects in them (any GOT/ Bloodborne fan can tell you that) so divorced from the transfag kinks, the writing isn't all that bad. Had it not come from a disabled fat cunt who can't leave her bed, it might even be better.
> Would exist too offensive to bear
This isn't English. Is the existence of something too offensive, or can that someone not bear it? 'Their tenderness would be too offensive to bear' would sound better, but it still doesn't make much sense.
She had a content warning for this, despite her kinks involving rectal prolapses and breastfeeding, among other things. I think the content warning should be for your kitchen and toilet, hun. The vomiting wasn't even that bad.
You'll never guess what Jayce does next.
He bashes a man's skull into rock, and the 'body convulses in pain', even when that would just be electrical impulses firing off since you already killed the man. You can't even get your gore right, ffs.
> Straying from pack
Straying from THE pack
> Sloughs of shoulders, of backs, of cheeks, sit a vile wet mess in the alcove
So not only is he flaying people like he's Ramsay Bolton, he's eating them like a Papuan New Guinean. My man is going to develop kuru sooner or later and that is not a disease you want to have. That's not considering the bacterial infections this guy is going to have from all the corpses rotting in his alcove.
Well, the blood would start coagulating since the body it belongs to is dead. It wouldn't be slippery but jelly-like. I must admit, I was focused more on how Jayce skinned that hand and made it into a flesh glove to fuck with; he must have flipped it inside out to get it in one piece.
> His hands were always smaller than his
Not by much. Viktor has long fingers.
You are going to develop a nasty infection in your foreskin, but saying that out loud might mean another kink for the transfag author so I'll stop here.
Flesh hardens as it dries out so Jayce better be quick with it or he's going to have two sets of foreskins. Which may be another kink for the author.
> From elbow
*From his elbows
> Jayce lows his hand to take a piece of half-flaming wood
Is he touching the wood directly? I'm surprised he hasn't burned his hand.
> These were some twisted rendition of flesh
At first, I thought the creatures resembled necromorphs from Dead Space - and you will find people who want to fuck them - but no, they're half-human, half-robotic zombies who have been resurrected by Viktor so they can gangrape Jayce. No, I'm not joking.
Are you really sorry? This is really a case of Fuck Around and Find Out, as he did murder innocent people before they were fully assimilated because he was jealous. Now he's getting his ass rearranged as a form of punishment.
> Between his crack
You can just say 'between his ass'.
> Bone pokes through flesh
Forget the rectal prolapse. I'm surprised his rectum wasn't torn from the zombie's exposed bone.
> But a brief blink for respite before the pace is set with no prologue
A lot of words for, 'all raw, no rubber'.
> The force is enough for him to feel his organs shift
Now hang on. How large are these zombie penises? Average, or big and veiny? Let's assume it's the latter because pissfaggot loves big cocks. Jayce is getting deep-dicked by the undead, and Viktor thinks it's necessary because Jayce 'fornicated' with them...even though he was flaying them. He never fucked them. Some character consistency is nice, you know.
Jayce gets his throat filled with bile twice, but that is also a kink for the author so that is to be expected.
> Jayce's stomach turns, guts full of sickly rotted semen, bubbling out in vile globs that gather in a mess on the floor
I'm amazed zombies can even manage to ejaculate (it's a thing in the RE fandom, don't ask) but I'm more amazed Jayce doesn't get an infection from that zombie cum. For all these content warnings on gangbangs, rape and zombie semen, it sure wasn't as long as I thought it was. You'd think the author would commit to the bit - but I shouldn't speak so rashly, as the author plans on writing longer fics in the future.
> Could not count how many he had stolen to deserve this fate
I assume it's probably a dozen or so, but the author couldn't even give us a number for that. I thought this was going to be a whump, but I find myself not caring because Jayce DID kill those people out of pettiness. Him getting a rectal prolapse is unsurprising. In the business that's called a 'rosebud' and if it's spilling out that far, it makes me think of bratwurst. Luckily, Viktor is there to put it back in no biggie - except for the literal gallons of zombie cum that spills out.
He smashed people's skulls in because he was jealous, got raped by zombies, got an anal washout and a rosebud, and a happy ever after. For a gore fic, it's nothing too serious - there are far worse, and far more detailed works out there (see the works of Hambone, a Soulsborne author. Hers go 10k-12k real quick). The rectal prolapse was brief and something you can miss. However, knowing that this author has a fuckton of fucked up kinks, I'll be posting more of her work - the worst one of hers is the fucking while giving birth fic.
The second fic by pissfaggot is one where they are graverobbers. There's a content warning of an attempted assault of a little girl, but don't worry, it never happens because these people are murderers, not pedos (yay!).
> Ribs smashed crudely
As in, smashed to pieces or just broken into pieces? The two words mean different things.
I'm not exactly creeped out by this, because it does have historical precedent: corpse theft was a misdemeanor, not a felony, and bodysnatchers made a lot of money. A priest stealing them, though? Unless it was sold to a Church, I can't imagine that going over well.
See point above. Graverobbing was common in this era - and I assume it's Victorian adjacent - but I don't know why you'd want to confess that to a priest, especially if you're robbing from Christian graves.
Uh-huh. Luckily you're not a priest or else you'd be ex-communicated.
> Half vivisected
The author, for all her obsession with gore, doesn't know the difference between vivisection and dissection. Vivisection is when the sample is alive; dissection is when you are dealing with a corpse. They don't actually vivisect someone until the end. You would think the transfag would know more about medicinal practices.
Don't worry. The only people who ever get raped in these fics are men. Of all the kinks the transfag has, underage sex isn't one of them - yet,
Homie you already left the Church. It's no longer God's will but your own. Why do people who hate Christianity to their core have such a fetish with it? Just go to an actual Church and convert, transfag.
> Like a man starved
This cliché again?
> Soft whimper
Should be 'soft whimpering'.
> He feels Jayce's gaze boring into him as he slips his generous length free
Big dick Viktor? You don't say. That's the only silver lining I can find here.
How much semen do they produce? At this rate, you might as well collect in a bucket for how much comes out. It's borderline impressive.
> The vivisections prove only marginally more useful
Vivisections are on living things. They haven't worked with living things yet.
Yes, they're fucking while cutting a man open. Which, I suppose, is better than actually fucking said corpse - and there are fics of that happening. It's certainly far tamer than Jayce masturbating into a flesh glove.
Lungs are actually pretty thin and it doesn't take much to pop one. I'm shocked they didn't do it when they were cracking the ribs.
> His fingers wrap around his generous length
This is the second time that this has been written.
It'd be a deflated lung, now, since you poked it - as well as being covered in semen. I guess that's one way to feel Jayce in your lungs, eh?
Let's try another type of horror: a fanfic that has not been spaced or edited properly and will assault your eyes for an entirely different reason.
> I did not think a man in his twenties would forget to set his daily alarm
There. Fixed.
> Sigh. Always do
Yes, this author is so retarded she writes 'sigh' instead of writing that someone is sighing. This is not a manga. Put some professionalism in your work, ffs.
> Oh really
> Oh please
> Oh well
Such variety in this dialogue. Have they considered becoming the O, RLY owl of yore?
> Then get to it? Please?
> Then just go home?
Why are we talking like this? When you're trying to be snarky? And you just sound unsure?
> Like really, really expensive
Pop out some numbers, otherwise it is a guessing game. And yes, concert tickets are expensive as hell. Ever seen the ones that go at Taylor Swift concerts?
> Oh God not again
Exactly my reaction to this fic. That dialogue is atrocious.
> Jayce is internally screaming
So am I. He's literally me rn.
> Fine, after
> Yes, after
> Promise me, Jayce. You will show me after the concert.
> I promise, Viktor, I promise
Talk about repetition. Makes me think a bunch of Joe Bidens are speaking.
> Some fishnet leggings
When I read this, I figured it would be a punk band or one of those thrash metal bands that trannies visit because fishnets haven't been a thing since the 90s. From the sounds of it, the band almost sounds like Slipknot, but it might be Sleep Token. The author was being cheeky with this.
BTW, he buys XL fishnets and he still tears through them, lmao.
> Yikes he does not usually sleep this late
Yikes only progshit Twittertards write this way. Like, yikes, bro. Yikes.
> Just eggs and toast
> They're some good eggs and toast
> Maybe the best eggs and toast
OK, we fucking get it. You don't need to write it three times.
> A fishnet undershirt, a T shirt of the band, and ripped jeans
Said fishnet undershirt never snags on his backbrace, btw.
> Jayce does either, he just doesn't know that
Know what? That he doesn't mind? You just wrote that he DID mind.
> Sigh, sit down
WRITE THE FUCKING ACTION YOU GODDAMN RETARD
> Whatcha got there Vik?
He already told you they were accessories. You have eyes. Use them.
I sincerely hope Viktor did NOT share his eyeliner with Jayce. You never, ever share makeup unless you want some nasty pinkeye.
Yes, that was the concert scene. What a waste of time. It could have been used to set the sexual tension, but all we get is smeared lipstick and some fishnet stockings. Lame!
Not to worry - the smut begins very shortly. It goes exactly as you'd expect.
> Almost taking up the entirety of them
Surprisingly, there is no 'they took up the whole of his waist' thing. For once.
> He stops at the symmetrical scars on Viktor's chest
Ah, the dog ears. Surprised he's still got nerves there.
These fics aren't complete without a mention of a t-dick, but kudos to the author just coming right out and typing it vs the annoying 'the clit is a cock because I say so' mantra. Still pathetically tiny, but I'll take it.
8''? Nigga, please. I've posted ones here that have him at 12''. This is the Hispanic Hog slightly nerfed. Clearly, Jayce wasn't as good as oral as he thinks he is, because Viktor should be wet enough to take him without issue - he sure can in other fics. He needs the lube here to feel that belly bulge.
> Sinks down to the hilt
Ah, that common trope. Eh, it works.
> Moans and groans
She types this twice.
> Smudged black lipstick
Huh, I thought he was wearing red lipstick.
> Vik, ah, I'm not gonna last long, fuck I love you so much, hah
Next time, ah, don't like hah like you're having an asthma attack hah
> Oh, Jayce, keep going, ugh
I'd lose all my sex drive if someone said that to me, ugh. Ugh is unsexy, ugh.
> Then practically sits up and tackles him
Imagine if he did and broke the bed Freddy vs Jason style. I'd laugh my ass off.
Yes, that's the entire smut scene. I am sure you expected more depth (haha, get it) from such a massive cock but no, we got shitty dialogue and it was over in a few paragraphs. For shame.
Better make sure you pee, or else you'll get a UTI my dear pooner! Can't be walking around with one of those while your guy gives you head!
Okay, okay. Maybe it's time for a real horror adventure? Please remove your thinking caps and just enjoy the angst (as the author says). She has an even worse fic than this.
Start a drinking time for how many times Jayce the Rapist says that.
You can take another drink. The premise of this is very predictable: Viktor, looking for the Hextech gems, is met by Jayce, who gives him an Offer He Can't Refuse. Author then reduces him to a crying mess as the token disabled man gets anally rearranged. Consider it a metaphor for how disabled people get treated by society.
Always trust your gut. These fics always unfold the same way: the person gets an uneasy feeling, pushes it aside, and then gets raped. Jayce even uses the You Were Asking For It defense, too.
> The man is so pretty
Take another drink. The author also switches POVs too quick. If she wants angst, she should have stuck with Viktor's POV, because Jayce is NOT a sympathetic character here (he's also not a rapist, but that's besides the point).
> He's not scared
The man just grinned at you lecherously. The battle lines are drawn.
Drink again. That's the fourth time that's been said.
Fifth time. Damn, shots are flowing freely here.
Of course the rape fic has the 'his waist was so tiny his hands could wrap around it' cliché, like the literal hundreds of fics that can't get another description.
> It's your fault for being so pretty
Drink. And it's the You Were Asking For It response. How does Viktor respond? By agreeing, because he's so weak and helpless that he deserves to get raped.
> His body treated like a toy made to be broken
Even if this was fully consensual, he'd still be used like a sex toy, because the rule seems to be that the smaller man is always the bottom and therefore the toy.
I suppose the silver lining here is that it isn't graphic - the same cannot be said of the author's other fic.
> Be disabled
> Get raped
> It's great representation
Great job, I guess.
Alright, how about this one?
For the record, cyanide is supposed to taste like bitter almonds; it isn't sweet at all. This can be fixed with a five minute Google search.
> Fulfill a mission
You'll see this repeated a lot
> A sly cat, a dangerous chemical
These two things are not related.
> It was his mission, wasn't it?
I don't know. You tell me.
> But what was his fault?
That's more of a hypothetical, isn't it? Do you mean, 'was it his fault'?
> He didn't know how to love little
What?
> Was Viktor
> It was his Viktor
You already said that.
> To fulfill his mission
Le sigh. You've said this three times.
> His Viktor was right there, right now
*Cue Fatboy Slim song*
> As if they had all the time in the world available
Redundant.
Hell, I remember what his mission is because you keep telling me.
So, the biggest question of this is: can a transman rape a man? Would it be considered man-on-man rape or woman-on-man rape, which many doubt can happen?
Is he raping him with his vagina, or did he 'accidentally' slip on him? Would it be considered assault if the man is crying out for more? A question for the ages.
> As if it had been made for him, as if all of Viktor had been made for him
It's almost as if your genitalia was made to be complimentary!
> He had no pupils or irises
Ah, so he's fucking a robotic flesh puppet. His very own sex doll. Neato.
The tag puts it as 'dubious consent', but there's also the 'rape and noncon' tag...but there sure is a lot of emotional attachment for a rape. It's definitely a mislabeled fic, that's for sure.
> The bested of meals
Just because you wrote this late at night is not an excuse. You mean, 'the grandest of meals'.
This was a darkfic? Rather tender for one if you ask me.
Some of her kinks:
Here is the fic.
Ashamed of nothing, offended by everything. Why does a transfag commie need all these content warnings? There will be no such content warnings in the communist reality, comrade - you'll be pouring concrete.
I've read a lot of fics that have gore and other sensitive subjects in them (any GOT/ Bloodborne fan can tell you that) so divorced from the transfag kinks, the writing isn't all that bad. Had it not come from a disabled fat cunt who can't leave her bed, it might even be better.
> Would exist too offensive to bear
This isn't English. Is the existence of something too offensive, or can that someone not bear it? 'Their tenderness would be too offensive to bear' would sound better, but it still doesn't make much sense.
She had a content warning for this, despite her kinks involving rectal prolapses and breastfeeding, among other things. I think the content warning should be for your kitchen and toilet, hun. The vomiting wasn't even that bad.
You'll never guess what Jayce does next.
He bashes a man's skull into rock, and the 'body convulses in pain', even when that would just be electrical impulses firing off since you already killed the man. You can't even get your gore right, ffs.
> Straying from pack
Straying from THE pack
> Sloughs of shoulders, of backs, of cheeks, sit a vile wet mess in the alcove
So not only is he flaying people like he's Ramsay Bolton, he's eating them like a Papuan New Guinean. My man is going to develop kuru sooner or later and that is not a disease you want to have. That's not considering the bacterial infections this guy is going to have from all the corpses rotting in his alcove.
Well, the blood would start coagulating since the body it belongs to is dead. It wouldn't be slippery but jelly-like. I must admit, I was focused more on how Jayce skinned that hand and made it into a flesh glove to fuck with; he must have flipped it inside out to get it in one piece.
> His hands were always smaller than his
Not by much. Viktor has long fingers.
You are going to develop a nasty infection in your foreskin, but saying that out loud might mean another kink for the transfag author so I'll stop here.
Flesh hardens as it dries out so Jayce better be quick with it or he's going to have two sets of foreskins. Which may be another kink for the author.
> From elbow
*From his elbows
> Jayce lows his hand to take a piece of half-flaming wood
Is he touching the wood directly? I'm surprised he hasn't burned his hand.
> These were some twisted rendition of flesh
At first, I thought the creatures resembled necromorphs from Dead Space - and you will find people who want to fuck them - but no, they're half-human, half-robotic zombies who have been resurrected by Viktor so they can gangrape Jayce. No, I'm not joking.
Are you really sorry? This is really a case of Fuck Around and Find Out, as he did murder innocent people before they were fully assimilated because he was jealous. Now he's getting his ass rearranged as a form of punishment.
> Between his crack
You can just say 'between his ass'.
> Bone pokes through flesh
Forget the rectal prolapse. I'm surprised his rectum wasn't torn from the zombie's exposed bone.
> But a brief blink for respite before the pace is set with no prologue
A lot of words for, 'all raw, no rubber'.
> The force is enough for him to feel his organs shift
Now hang on. How large are these zombie penises? Average, or big and veiny? Let's assume it's the latter because pissfaggot loves big cocks. Jayce is getting deep-dicked by the undead, and Viktor thinks it's necessary because Jayce 'fornicated' with them...even though he was flaying them. He never fucked them. Some character consistency is nice, you know.
Jayce gets his throat filled with bile twice, but that is also a kink for the author so that is to be expected.
> Jayce's stomach turns, guts full of sickly rotted semen, bubbling out in vile globs that gather in a mess on the floor
I'm amazed zombies can even manage to ejaculate (it's a thing in the RE fandom, don't ask) but I'm more amazed Jayce doesn't get an infection from that zombie cum. For all these content warnings on gangbangs, rape and zombie semen, it sure wasn't as long as I thought it was. You'd think the author would commit to the bit - but I shouldn't speak so rashly, as the author plans on writing longer fics in the future.
> Could not count how many he had stolen to deserve this fate
I assume it's probably a dozen or so, but the author couldn't even give us a number for that. I thought this was going to be a whump, but I find myself not caring because Jayce DID kill those people out of pettiness. Him getting a rectal prolapse is unsurprising. In the business that's called a 'rosebud' and if it's spilling out that far, it makes me think of bratwurst. Luckily, Viktor is there to put it back in no biggie - except for the literal gallons of zombie cum that spills out.
He smashed people's skulls in because he was jealous, got raped by zombies, got an anal washout and a rosebud, and a happy ever after. For a gore fic, it's nothing too serious - there are far worse, and far more detailed works out there (see the works of Hambone, a Soulsborne author. Hers go 10k-12k real quick). The rectal prolapse was brief and something you can miss. However, knowing that this author has a fuckton of fucked up kinks, I'll be posting more of her work - the worst one of hers is the fucking while giving birth fic.
The second fic by pissfaggot is one where they are graverobbers. There's a content warning of an attempted assault of a little girl, but don't worry, it never happens because these people are murderers, not pedos (yay!).
> Ribs smashed crudely
As in, smashed to pieces or just broken into pieces? The two words mean different things.
I'm not exactly creeped out by this, because it does have historical precedent: corpse theft was a misdemeanor, not a felony, and bodysnatchers made a lot of money. A priest stealing them, though? Unless it was sold to a Church, I can't imagine that going over well.
See point above. Graverobbing was common in this era - and I assume it's Victorian adjacent - but I don't know why you'd want to confess that to a priest, especially if you're robbing from Christian graves.
Uh-huh. Luckily you're not a priest or else you'd be ex-communicated.
> Half vivisected
The author, for all her obsession with gore, doesn't know the difference between vivisection and dissection. Vivisection is when the sample is alive; dissection is when you are dealing with a corpse. They don't actually vivisect someone until the end. You would think the transfag would know more about medicinal practices.
Don't worry. The only people who ever get raped in these fics are men. Of all the kinks the transfag has, underage sex isn't one of them - yet,
Homie you already left the Church. It's no longer God's will but your own. Why do people who hate Christianity to their core have such a fetish with it? Just go to an actual Church and convert, transfag.
> Like a man starved
This cliché again?
> Soft whimper
Should be 'soft whimpering'.
> He feels Jayce's gaze boring into him as he slips his generous length free
Big dick Viktor? You don't say. That's the only silver lining I can find here.
How much semen do they produce? At this rate, you might as well collect in a bucket for how much comes out. It's borderline impressive.
> The vivisections prove only marginally more useful
Vivisections are on living things. They haven't worked with living things yet.
Yes, they're fucking while cutting a man open. Which, I suppose, is better than actually fucking said corpse - and there are fics of that happening. It's certainly far tamer than Jayce masturbating into a flesh glove.
Lungs are actually pretty thin and it doesn't take much to pop one. I'm shocked they didn't do it when they were cracking the ribs.
> His fingers wrap around his generous length
This is the second time that this has been written.
It'd be a deflated lung, now, since you poked it - as well as being covered in semen. I guess that's one way to feel Jayce in your lungs, eh?
Let's try another type of horror: a fanfic that has not been spaced or edited properly and will assault your eyes for an entirely different reason.
> I did not think a man in his twenties would forget to set his daily alarm
There. Fixed.
> Sigh. Always do
Yes, this author is so retarded she writes 'sigh' instead of writing that someone is sighing. This is not a manga. Put some professionalism in your work, ffs.
> Oh really
> Oh please
> Oh well
Such variety in this dialogue. Have they considered becoming the O, RLY owl of yore?
> Then get to it? Please?
> Then just go home?
Why are we talking like this? When you're trying to be snarky? And you just sound unsure?
> Like really, really expensive
Pop out some numbers, otherwise it is a guessing game. And yes, concert tickets are expensive as hell. Ever seen the ones that go at Taylor Swift concerts?
> Oh God not again
Exactly my reaction to this fic. That dialogue is atrocious.
> Jayce is internally screaming
So am I. He's literally me rn.
> Fine, after
> Yes, after
> Promise me, Jayce. You will show me after the concert.
> I promise, Viktor, I promise
Talk about repetition. Makes me think a bunch of Joe Bidens are speaking.
> Some fishnet leggings
When I read this, I figured it would be a punk band or one of those thrash metal bands that trannies visit because fishnets haven't been a thing since the 90s. From the sounds of it, the band almost sounds like Slipknot, but it might be Sleep Token. The author was being cheeky with this.
BTW, he buys XL fishnets and he still tears through them, lmao.
> Yikes he does not usually sleep this late
Yikes only progshit Twittertards write this way. Like, yikes, bro. Yikes.
> Just eggs and toast
> They're some good eggs and toast
> Maybe the best eggs and toast
OK, we fucking get it. You don't need to write it three times.
> A fishnet undershirt, a T shirt of the band, and ripped jeans
Said fishnet undershirt never snags on his backbrace, btw.
> Jayce does either, he just doesn't know that
Know what? That he doesn't mind? You just wrote that he DID mind.
> Sigh, sit down
WRITE THE FUCKING ACTION YOU GODDAMN RETARD
> Whatcha got there Vik?
He already told you they were accessories. You have eyes. Use them.
I sincerely hope Viktor did NOT share his eyeliner with Jayce. You never, ever share makeup unless you want some nasty pinkeye.
Yes, that was the concert scene. What a waste of time. It could have been used to set the sexual tension, but all we get is smeared lipstick and some fishnet stockings. Lame!
Not to worry - the smut begins very shortly. It goes exactly as you'd expect.
> Almost taking up the entirety of them
Surprisingly, there is no 'they took up the whole of his waist' thing. For once.
> He stops at the symmetrical scars on Viktor's chest
Ah, the dog ears. Surprised he's still got nerves there.
These fics aren't complete without a mention of a t-dick, but kudos to the author just coming right out and typing it vs the annoying 'the clit is a cock because I say so' mantra. Still pathetically tiny, but I'll take it.
8''? Nigga, please. I've posted ones here that have him at 12''. This is the Hispanic Hog slightly nerfed. Clearly, Jayce wasn't as good as oral as he thinks he is, because Viktor should be wet enough to take him without issue - he sure can in other fics. He needs the lube here to feel that belly bulge.
> Sinks down to the hilt
Ah, that common trope. Eh, it works.
> Moans and groans
She types this twice.
> Smudged black lipstick
Huh, I thought he was wearing red lipstick.
> Vik, ah, I'm not gonna last long, fuck I love you so much, hah
Next time, ah, don't like hah like you're having an asthma attack hah
> Oh, Jayce, keep going, ugh
I'd lose all my sex drive if someone said that to me, ugh. Ugh is unsexy, ugh.
> Then practically sits up and tackles him
Imagine if he did and broke the bed Freddy vs Jason style. I'd laugh my ass off.
Yes, that's the entire smut scene. I am sure you expected more depth (haha, get it) from such a massive cock but no, we got shitty dialogue and it was over in a few paragraphs. For shame.
Better make sure you pee, or else you'll get a UTI my dear pooner! Can't be walking around with one of those while your guy gives you head!
Okay, okay. Maybe it's time for a real horror adventure? Please remove your thinking caps and just enjoy the angst (as the author says). She has an even worse fic than this.
Start a drinking time for how many times Jayce the Rapist says that.
You can take another drink. The premise of this is very predictable: Viktor, looking for the Hextech gems, is met by Jayce, who gives him an Offer He Can't Refuse. Author then reduces him to a crying mess as the token disabled man gets anally rearranged. Consider it a metaphor for how disabled people get treated by society.
Always trust your gut. These fics always unfold the same way: the person gets an uneasy feeling, pushes it aside, and then gets raped. Jayce even uses the You Were Asking For It defense, too.
> The man is so pretty
Take another drink. The author also switches POVs too quick. If she wants angst, she should have stuck with Viktor's POV, because Jayce is NOT a sympathetic character here (he's also not a rapist, but that's besides the point).
> He's not scared
The man just grinned at you lecherously. The battle lines are drawn.
Drink again. That's the fourth time that's been said.
Fifth time. Damn, shots are flowing freely here.
Of course the rape fic has the 'his waist was so tiny his hands could wrap around it' cliché, like the literal hundreds of fics that can't get another description.
> It's your fault for being so pretty
Drink. And it's the You Were Asking For It response. How does Viktor respond? By agreeing, because he's so weak and helpless that he deserves to get raped.
> His body treated like a toy made to be broken
Even if this was fully consensual, he'd still be used like a sex toy, because the rule seems to be that the smaller man is always the bottom and therefore the toy.
I suppose the silver lining here is that it isn't graphic - the same cannot be said of the author's other fic.
> Be disabled
> Get raped
> It's great representation
Great job, I guess.
Alright, how about this one?
For the record, cyanide is supposed to taste like bitter almonds; it isn't sweet at all. This can be fixed with a five minute Google search.
> Fulfill a mission
You'll see this repeated a lot
> A sly cat, a dangerous chemical
These two things are not related.
> It was his mission, wasn't it?
I don't know. You tell me.
> But what was his fault?
That's more of a hypothetical, isn't it? Do you mean, 'was it his fault'?
> He didn't know how to love little
What?
> Was Viktor
> It was his Viktor
You already said that.
> To fulfill his mission
Le sigh. You've said this three times.
> His Viktor was right there, right now
*Cue Fatboy Slim song*
> As if they had all the time in the world available
Redundant.
Hell, I remember what his mission is because you keep telling me.
So, the biggest question of this is: can a transman rape a man? Would it be considered man-on-man rape or woman-on-man rape, which many doubt can happen?
Is he raping him with his vagina, or did he 'accidentally' slip on him? Would it be considered assault if the man is crying out for more? A question for the ages. 
> As if it had been made for him, as if all of Viktor had been made for him
It's almost as if your genitalia was made to be complimentary!
> He had no pupils or irises
Ah, so he's fucking a robotic flesh puppet. His very own sex doll. Neato.
The tag puts it as 'dubious consent', but there's also the 'rape and noncon' tag...but there sure is a lot of emotional attachment for a rape. It's definitely a mislabeled fic, that's for sure.
> The bested of meals
Just because you wrote this late at night is not an excuse. You mean, 'the grandest of meals'.
This was a darkfic? Rather tender for one if you ask me.
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I grew up watching VOY on dvd, so i can't talk about it without personal bias towards it. But ENT really didn't impress me, it's theme song is just Christian rock, really bad Christian rock. For a Sci-Fi show. Who in gods name thought that was a good idea?
Anyways, As punishment for me derailing the thread, I'll link three fanfictions I've read or are currently reading.
Ben 10: Omnisentience. A ben 10 what if, what if the Omnitrix came with a living user manual.
What We Saw From The Outside. A Zelda-Link Fanfiction ship with the catch that Zelda has multiple personality syndrome.
and my final favorite.
Linus S Tips. No smut here, just a really cringy "fanfiction" that's just plain terrible and is fun to laugh at.
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Everyone loves a student-teacher relationship a la 'My Dark Vanessa', don't they?
> A dish like this
Not every day you see an attractive person compared to food. "Look at this Michelin Star meal that just walked in. Isn't he delicious?"
You get the impression, from the tags at least, that Viktor here is a gay rapist who uses drugs against larger, stronger, and younger men. Turns out, he takes advantage of desperate women, too, but less out of genuine desire and selfishness than to just rub it in their faces. They make his 'lip curl', and yet nothing is stopping him from putting his cock away. You don't actually have to fuck your students, even the willing ones.
> He was actually Viktor's preferred gender
You mean sex?
> AI generated sludge
Ahhhh we gotta slip that in there, eh? Gotta show how we're so much better than those programs that draw six fingers and enormous CaseOhs eating the planet.
> Viscera absorbing the weakened tissue
Ma'am, if you can see the viscera, it's already exposed tissue. I get you think you sounded smart just there, but it just looks like you described a surgical suite.
> What the fuck
Indeed.
I take it we're seeing 6'7 Jayce instead of 6'2 Jayce, because Jayce is only six inches taller than Viktor canonically. However, that's nothing compared to what he's packing down below.
> Don't let it happen again
Don't let your periods escape you, homie.
I'm amazed he can see all those details without binoculars, and without being spotted. He can see his individual pubes and his gigantic cock - and you'll see in a moment it really is a Coke can dick.
It's not the longest, but it's probably 5'' in girth if his large DK mode hands can't 'wrap around it'. Literally so huge that he'd probably faint if he was erect. I get the allure, but sometimes, too large dicks - unless we're talking Dark Souls NPCs, and they're literally nine feet tall - are just a hindrance. Keep that murder machine in your pants, please.
> Reveal Jayce's aching balls
My man must have Spiderman vision: he can zoom in to every pube hair and to every wrinkle in his balls. He can even see them shrink up! Amazin'!
He's lucky that everyone is taking their exams, otherwise they'd be noticing how he's staring at Jayce the entire time. I'd be wondering why it felt like I had eyes on me.
Uh oh, he's vomiting from having a fun night out! What will happen to our Coke can connoisseur?
What does drinking hard liquor have to do with masculinity? Plenty of European men drink it; hell, you go down south you can find bootleg moonshine. Beer is just preferred because it's cheaper.
The plot twist here is that Jayce drank a roofied drink meant for Mel, so now he's fucked out of his mind and now his rapist professor is going to have some fun with him. A twist compared to that other fic I posted earlier.
We can tolerate man-on-man rape, but black women are queens and we don't tolerate that round here. No women or POCs are harmed in this.
> How careless
He literally is drugged up and tripped on his shoes. You can't really blame him.
> Was it really that big
> The size difference was almost obscene
> Viktor's hand was dwarfed by Jayce's thick cock
Now, I really have to assume he has to be so thick as to dwarf said Coke can, because if he's so large that his hands can't circle it (as written earlier) he has to be the size of a fucking 2L soda bottle. That's just too big to be workable.
> Thin fingers unable to reach the full circumference of the appendage
Viktor is male in this, so the author, for once, is not exaggerating. He's so huge he is probably the width of a football.
> Too starving
You mean 'too starved'?
> It was almost pathetic to compare to the massive member standing tall on the desk
Ah yes, the rapist has a small dick. It's usually a trend in this fandom to give Viktor a small penis while Jayce gets the Pringles can, but in this case call it divine comedy.
> God, Jayce was hairy. The base of his shaft was practically obscured by dark hair
Nice. He has a football-sized dick and the hair of a Yeti. You sure he isn't a cryptid the Mountain Monsters men haven't caught yet?
> Jayce was so receptive him
*Receptive OF men. Yeah, GHB will do that.
> Wet suction squelching
Blood is poor lube. You'd be dry as fuck doing that, even with that nosebleed. If Jayce is an anal virgin, I'd wager you'd even get stuck a little. BUT Rohypnol is used as a party drug by gay men to loosen their anuses, so maybe it's not too far out of the ballpark.
Tiny dick rapist Viktor 'taking what's his' because he'd have his own ass torn apart by the Nerf dick. I suppose there's a balance here: one fic has Jayce being the rapist, and now Viktor is one. Perfectly balanced, as all things should be.
Fetishization of disabilities is only OK if you yourself are disabled. Otherwise, you able-bodied people should STFU.
What should be a sweet thing to do devolves into obsession real quick. While this is meant to be part of Dark Jayvik week, I can't help but notice how it is ALWAYS the transman who is the one controlled, obsessed over and spoken over - almost as if the author knows deep down that's a woman. They know an actual man would not stand for that.
Note that Jayce is the one listened to and heard, while the transman has to struggle to be heard. Very, very on the nose. They're supposed to be True and Honest Men, yet can't even be taken seriously by the 'cis men' they wish to emulate. Pure divine comedy. And they do it every single time. How perfect.
He didn't just cross a line with them, he crossed a line with Viktor's agency, too. But since he's an FTM he can just be walked over at will, and the author and their readers don't see how accurate that is. Projection to the max.
> You are measuring my body like an equation
I'll defend Jayce once here: he literally is measuring your body because he needs to make an accurate brace. That's not an issue. What is the issue is that he seems to approach it in a predatory way. That is intentional because this is supposed to be a dark fic.
> Something had sharpened in it, something that threatened to curdle his stomach
In which he realizes that Jayce only sees him as an uwu doll that needs to be protected and locked in the attic because his real place is in the home. All he's missing is the Rusty Yates T-shirt.
> It's part of you. I think it's beautiful
Yes, the disease that is withering away makes you beautiful. Not this shit again.
> Between his let
Between his what, now?
> The soft brown hair covering his pubic mound
There's the Rapunzel pubes we know and love!
> The other man
> Sensitive pussy
Yeah OK, bud.
> He loved Viktor, he needed Viktor, he could be his and his alone
In case you haven't noticed, yes, Jayce is an obsessive fuck. He THINKS Viktor can't live without him but that is pure projection. A token Nice Guy who would put Viktor in a trunk.
And you read that right: Jayce masturbates and ruins lambskin leather because he couldn't stop thinking about his sex toy. A lamb died for a man to cum into its flayed skin. Oof.
Oh no, not the 'draw me like one of you French girls' trope! And the 'gorgeous pale skin' thing, too! We love our white (wo)men, don't we folks?
> Taking his cock with barely (any) preparation because he was so wet for him
Redundant. If he's wet, he's already prepared.
> That he couldn't live without him
Talk about obsession. My man soiled a lambskin for that pooner - and burned it, too.
> Down to the hilt
Ah, this cliché.
It's really something that when it comes to darkfic and manipulation, it's always, ALWAYS the FTMs who get taken advantage of. It's almost as if the 'cis male' that tops them knows exactly what they are and is taking advantage of the fact they can't fight back and don't want trouble. A pooner doesn't 'have to think', nor do they, because they are so addicted to a big, thick cock. The comedy writes itself, and will forever be a classic. It's a staple at this point.
Jayce straight up brutalized our dear pooner and what does the pooner do? He can't leave. He has to be carried back bridal-style and submit to further 'rough sex' because that's 'just what people do'. The best part, though, is that Jayce was modeling him after a blonde woman because he knows Viktor is actually a woman. Wew, lad. Are you outing a trans man, there? That's a big transphobic no-no!
A shame you aren't a real man. A proper gay man wouldn't take that lying down. That kitchen would be on fire. But a pooner? They go right back to their female socialization because when an actual man gets mad, all that proud 'manliness' evaporates like pool water in an Alabama summer. They'll always be reduced to simpering messes, disabled or not, and the authors don't seem to have the self-awareness to realize what they're doing. All the better to poke fun at.
OK, time for something lighter. How about some CNC roleplay?
Hmm, what does this 'scented hug' smell like? Charcoal, mansweat, or just basic masculinity?
Already, you notice a few things:
- Jayce is described as having 'large hands' twice
- He moans against Viktor's mouth twice, and then sighs twice, even though the first time he was moaning
- Despite the title, this is 'consensual non consent' aka simulated rape play, aka a power fantasy. No one is actually getting raped here, unlike the earlier fics posted.
For a moment, I wondered if Viktor's hands were chained, but they were not; only his legs were.
> The milky white skin
As if it'd be any other shade. White (wo)men for the win.
> The idea of being unable to actually stop the scene, unable to unstrap himself from the baseboard and get off the bed leaves him anxious
You don't say. Sounds like it isn't as consensual as you thought.
> Warm, safe
Always about safety with pooners. But he asked to be tied to the bed, see, and be ravished while he valiantly fights. If it reads like a bodice-ripper, it is - it always is.
> It feels terrifyingly real, the power Jayce has over him...he really could do anything to him if he wanted
That's the benefit of being a 6'2 male over a 5'8 female trying to be a man. That size differential is going to hurt when it counts.
> Feels impossibly small
See point above.
I know he got interrupted, but sometimes, you don't need to say it twice. 'As I was saying' is a nice way of breaking the repetition.
The author writes Jayce's fingers being thick twice, and that he'll 'go in dry' if Viktor doesn't behave. He really must be in DK mode; he's always written with absurdly large hands and fingers.
> Want me to fuck you stupid while you beg for it?
I'd end the scene for that shit. Don't talk to me in shitty sex talk, boy.
> The tacky slick
What, does his ejaculate have the same consistency as paint thinner now?
> Wet for his cock he's valiantly trying to fight against
Well, guess Jayce isn't going in dry after all.
> He's so large, stretching Viktor open and pushing at his walls
Are his fingers the size of NY hotdogs? It would appear so. Long fingers, big dick is what they say.
The author writes Jayce shoving his fingers into Viktor's vagina roughly, when he's already fingering him - twice. Then, we have that classic description of Jayce's hand being so large it covers against the small of his back - it isn't his waist yet, but wait for it - meaning Viktor is really just a tiny 5'0 transman who's treated like a sex doll. What else is new?
> Against his hole
> Tight little hole
Which one? That's the problem with using 'hole' for vagina, because when you are discussing sex toys, you need to be clear what orifice they're going into. And yes, this author has no problem using the 'vaginal sex' tag.
> No bigger than three of his fingers
If he's so wet 'struggling' against Jayce, why is it an issue to take it?
> Jayce's massive cock
Alright, let's place some bets on how large the Hispanic Hog is. 10'', 12''? Belly bulge? It's all there, baby.
> he's only using one arm locked around Viktor's chest
Yes, because he's a man, and he's larger than you are, shocker.
> Jayce's large hand slams against his ass once more, hitting him so hard he slides up the bed
My man is reaching Mike Tyson heights. Next an ear is coming off.
> You're pretty when you're scared
That's totally something a rapist would say. I get it's a scene, but damn. If he can tap into it so easily, that's a problem.
> So full and stretched where Jayce is toying with his ass
Ah, so it is a butt plug. I thought it was in his vagina, because pooners love using 'hole' as a euphemism for it.
> Pinching his cock in his fingers
He does it three times, and it sounds painful every time. Roid clits, I'm told, are extra sensitive.
And cry he does; that's pretty much ALL he does.
> I'll rip out the plug and split your ass open on my cock
If you mean that literally, you're going to give someone a rosebud. And an ER visit.
> His cock is massive and angry
Guess it really is 12''.
> Strong hands against pale skin grounding him
Always gotta have that contrast.
> Is Jayce going to fuck his ass?
He's gonna need more lube if he does.
> The feeling of helplessness returns
Name a time when a pooner ISN'T feeling helpless. Go on.
> Making him hurt for something abstract and benign
So...domestic violence. You just described an abuser.
> He's so full, stuffed between Jayce's massive cock and the plug
She keeps writing it as 'massive', but how massive is it? Is it as big as a Coke can in the roofie fic?
> It's almost an insult, how little effort Jayce has to put into keeping him trapped
Sex differences in strength sure are something when a man really puts his mind to it.
>Knocking the plug in his ass meanly
Isn't it already all the way inside?
> Folding him in half
Just like a soft taco.
> Going to keep you here forever, fuck you stupid
What did I say about stupid shit said during sex?
> Viscously
I don't know if the author knows the difference between 'vicious' and 'viscous', because 'viscous' means a thick fluid. Who knows, maybe the author did use that word on purpose.
> Pressing against it kind of mean
He's not 'kind of' mean, it's doing it mean. He wasn't knocking the butt plug 'kind of meanly', he WAS being mean.
> But he knows that he's safe in Jayce's arms
This word is used nine times, btw.
So, during this 'consensual non consent', Viktor still has to enter a subspace during the scene so he can be comfortable, which really makes me wonder if this is truly consensual. It isn't a case of getting so into it you sincerely believe it, it's separating your mind from reality so you don't have a mental breakdown. It's the one thing about CNC that doesn't make it seem consensual at all.
> His cock twitches
Whose?
You're going to need to disinfect that butt plug with bleach and soap first. Don't put it on your mouth like BlackKat did in her skirt fic.
> I'm a little worried that I'm evil
A 'little'? Jayce admits he actually loves making Viktor cry and that it turns him on, and did, in fact, make Viktor kick and cry (but not scream) during the 'scene'. It's something when the men in CNC can just 'let go' and be rapists-without-raping, while the woman here has to create a subspace to feel safe. There's always a significant power imbalance and this is it.
Are you really safe when you have to enter a subspace so your boyfriend can roleplay at being a rapist and enjoy it? Weird how the men in these scenarios always seem to love taking that role. Almost as if social norms are the only thing stopping them from being 'literally evil'. But hey, least he cleaned that butt plug.
Alright, alright. It's time to get stoned - literally. From our lovely lass that commissioned that deer leg picture ITT.
> He's beyond such trivial feelings
So why are you lonely? Defeats the purpose, no?
> After seeing so many iterations of his partner come through the field
Fun fact: he only saw two. The rest died in that pit, hehe.
That's right: he's getting off on the static electricity from the statue. That Jayce is actually still aware and alive; he just can't speak or move. So if he enjoys it, that static might be the only proof that he is; otherwise, he'd be wondering what the fuck is happening.
> A facsimile of penetration he knows he'll never have again
Facsimile? You were never capable of penetration barring a strap-on. You can take, but can't give.
Yes, Jayce saw the entire display, didn't get creeped the fuck out, and ran to Viktor to fuck him anyways, dooming another timeline. Hope that pussy was worth it, bro!
> A dish like this
Not every day you see an attractive person compared to food. "Look at this Michelin Star meal that just walked in. Isn't he delicious?"
You get the impression, from the tags at least, that Viktor here is a gay rapist who uses drugs against larger, stronger, and younger men. Turns out, he takes advantage of desperate women, too, but less out of genuine desire and selfishness than to just rub it in their faces. They make his 'lip curl', and yet nothing is stopping him from putting his cock away. You don't actually have to fuck your students, even the willing ones.
> He was actually Viktor's preferred gender
You mean sex?
> AI generated sludge
Ahhhh we gotta slip that in there, eh? Gotta show how we're so much better than those programs that draw six fingers and enormous CaseOhs eating the planet.
> Viscera absorbing the weakened tissue
Ma'am, if you can see the viscera, it's already exposed tissue. I get you think you sounded smart just there, but it just looks like you described a surgical suite.
> What the fuck
Indeed.
I take it we're seeing 6'7 Jayce instead of 6'2 Jayce, because Jayce is only six inches taller than Viktor canonically. However, that's nothing compared to what he's packing down below.
> Don't let it happen again
Don't let your periods escape you, homie.
I'm amazed he can see all those details without binoculars, and without being spotted. He can see his individual pubes and his gigantic cock - and you'll see in a moment it really is a Coke can dick.
It's not the longest, but it's probably 5'' in girth if his large DK mode hands can't 'wrap around it'. Literally so huge that he'd probably faint if he was erect. I get the allure, but sometimes, too large dicks - unless we're talking Dark Souls NPCs, and they're literally nine feet tall - are just a hindrance. Keep that murder machine in your pants, please.
> Reveal Jayce's aching balls
My man must have Spiderman vision: he can zoom in to every pube hair and to every wrinkle in his balls. He can even see them shrink up! Amazin'!
He's lucky that everyone is taking their exams, otherwise they'd be noticing how he's staring at Jayce the entire time. I'd be wondering why it felt like I had eyes on me.
Uh oh, he's vomiting from having a fun night out! What will happen to our Coke can connoisseur?
What does drinking hard liquor have to do with masculinity? Plenty of European men drink it; hell, you go down south you can find bootleg moonshine. Beer is just preferred because it's cheaper.
The plot twist here is that Jayce drank a roofied drink meant for Mel, so now he's fucked out of his mind and now his rapist professor is going to have some fun with him. A twist compared to that other fic I posted earlier.
We can tolerate man-on-man rape, but black women are queens and we don't tolerate that round here. No women or POCs are harmed in this.
> How careless
He literally is drugged up and tripped on his shoes. You can't really blame him.
> Was it really that big
> The size difference was almost obscene
> Viktor's hand was dwarfed by Jayce's thick cock
Now, I really have to assume he has to be so thick as to dwarf said Coke can, because if he's so large that his hands can't circle it (as written earlier) he has to be the size of a fucking 2L soda bottle. That's just too big to be workable.
> Thin fingers unable to reach the full circumference of the appendage
Viktor is male in this, so the author, for once, is not exaggerating. He's so huge he is probably the width of a football.
> Too starving
You mean 'too starved'?
> It was almost pathetic to compare to the massive member standing tall on the desk
Ah yes, the rapist has a small dick. It's usually a trend in this fandom to give Viktor a small penis while Jayce gets the Pringles can, but in this case call it divine comedy.
> God, Jayce was hairy. The base of his shaft was practically obscured by dark hair
Nice. He has a football-sized dick and the hair of a Yeti. You sure he isn't a cryptid the Mountain Monsters men haven't caught yet?
> Jayce was so receptive him
*Receptive OF men. Yeah, GHB will do that.
> Wet suction squelching
Blood is poor lube. You'd be dry as fuck doing that, even with that nosebleed. If Jayce is an anal virgin, I'd wager you'd even get stuck a little. BUT Rohypnol is used as a party drug by gay men to loosen their anuses, so maybe it's not too far out of the ballpark.
Tiny dick rapist Viktor 'taking what's his' because he'd have his own ass torn apart by the Nerf dick. I suppose there's a balance here: one fic has Jayce being the rapist, and now Viktor is one. Perfectly balanced, as all things should be.
Fetishization of disabilities is only OK if you yourself are disabled. Otherwise, you able-bodied people should STFU.
What should be a sweet thing to do devolves into obsession real quick. While this is meant to be part of Dark Jayvik week, I can't help but notice how it is ALWAYS the transman who is the one controlled, obsessed over and spoken over - almost as if the author knows deep down that's a woman. They know an actual man would not stand for that.
Note that Jayce is the one listened to and heard, while the transman has to struggle to be heard. Very, very on the nose. They're supposed to be True and Honest Men, yet can't even be taken seriously by the 'cis men' they wish to emulate. Pure divine comedy. And they do it every single time. How perfect.
He didn't just cross a line with them, he crossed a line with Viktor's agency, too. But since he's an FTM he can just be walked over at will, and the author and their readers don't see how accurate that is. Projection to the max.
> You are measuring my body like an equation
I'll defend Jayce once here: he literally is measuring your body because he needs to make an accurate brace. That's not an issue. What is the issue is that he seems to approach it in a predatory way. That is intentional because this is supposed to be a dark fic.
> Something had sharpened in it, something that threatened to curdle his stomach
In which he realizes that Jayce only sees him as an uwu doll that needs to be protected and locked in the attic because his real place is in the home. All he's missing is the Rusty Yates T-shirt.
> It's part of you. I think it's beautiful
Yes, the disease that is withering away makes you beautiful. Not this shit again.
> Between his let
Between his what, now?
> The soft brown hair covering his pubic mound
There's the Rapunzel pubes we know and love!
> The other man
> Sensitive pussy
Yeah OK, bud.
> He loved Viktor, he needed Viktor, he could be his and his alone
In case you haven't noticed, yes, Jayce is an obsessive fuck. He THINKS Viktor can't live without him but that is pure projection. A token Nice Guy who would put Viktor in a trunk.
And you read that right: Jayce masturbates and ruins lambskin leather because he couldn't stop thinking about his sex toy. A lamb died for a man to cum into its flayed skin. Oof.
Oh no, not the 'draw me like one of you French girls' trope! And the 'gorgeous pale skin' thing, too! We love our white (wo)men, don't we folks?
> Taking his cock with barely (any) preparation because he was so wet for him
Redundant. If he's wet, he's already prepared.
> That he couldn't live without him
Talk about obsession. My man soiled a lambskin for that pooner - and burned it, too.
> Down to the hilt
Ah, this cliché.
It's really something that when it comes to darkfic and manipulation, it's always, ALWAYS the FTMs who get taken advantage of. It's almost as if the 'cis male' that tops them knows exactly what they are and is taking advantage of the fact they can't fight back and don't want trouble. A pooner doesn't 'have to think', nor do they, because they are so addicted to a big, thick cock. The comedy writes itself, and will forever be a classic. It's a staple at this point.
Jayce straight up brutalized our dear pooner and what does the pooner do? He can't leave. He has to be carried back bridal-style and submit to further 'rough sex' because that's 'just what people do'. The best part, though, is that Jayce was modeling him after a blonde woman because he knows Viktor is actually a woman. Wew, lad. Are you outing a trans man, there? That's a big transphobic no-no!
A shame you aren't a real man. A proper gay man wouldn't take that lying down. That kitchen would be on fire. But a pooner? They go right back to their female socialization because when an actual man gets mad, all that proud 'manliness' evaporates like pool water in an Alabama summer. They'll always be reduced to simpering messes, disabled or not, and the authors don't seem to have the self-awareness to realize what they're doing. All the better to poke fun at.
OK, time for something lighter. How about some CNC roleplay?
Hmm, what does this 'scented hug' smell like? Charcoal, mansweat, or just basic masculinity?
Already, you notice a few things:
- Jayce is described as having 'large hands' twice
- He moans against Viktor's mouth twice, and then sighs twice, even though the first time he was moaning
- Despite the title, this is 'consensual non consent' aka simulated rape play, aka a power fantasy. No one is actually getting raped here, unlike the earlier fics posted.
For a moment, I wondered if Viktor's hands were chained, but they were not; only his legs were.
> The milky white skin
As if it'd be any other shade. White (wo)men for the win.
> The idea of being unable to actually stop the scene, unable to unstrap himself from the baseboard and get off the bed leaves him anxious
You don't say. Sounds like it isn't as consensual as you thought.
> Warm, safe
Always about safety with pooners. But he asked to be tied to the bed, see, and be ravished while he valiantly fights. If it reads like a bodice-ripper, it is - it always is.
> It feels terrifyingly real, the power Jayce has over him...he really could do anything to him if he wanted
That's the benefit of being a 6'2 male over a 5'8 female trying to be a man. That size differential is going to hurt when it counts.
> Feels impossibly small
See point above.
I know he got interrupted, but sometimes, you don't need to say it twice. 'As I was saying' is a nice way of breaking the repetition.
The author writes Jayce's fingers being thick twice, and that he'll 'go in dry' if Viktor doesn't behave. He really must be in DK mode; he's always written with absurdly large hands and fingers.
> Want me to fuck you stupid while you beg for it?
I'd end the scene for that shit. Don't talk to me in shitty sex talk, boy.
> The tacky slick
What, does his ejaculate have the same consistency as paint thinner now?
> Wet for his cock he's valiantly trying to fight against
Well, guess Jayce isn't going in dry after all.
> He's so large, stretching Viktor open and pushing at his walls
Are his fingers the size of NY hotdogs? It would appear so. Long fingers, big dick is what they say.
The author writes Jayce shoving his fingers into Viktor's vagina roughly, when he's already fingering him - twice. Then, we have that classic description of Jayce's hand being so large it covers against the small of his back - it isn't his waist yet, but wait for it - meaning Viktor is really just a tiny 5'0 transman who's treated like a sex doll. What else is new?
> Against his hole
> Tight little hole
Which one? That's the problem with using 'hole' for vagina, because when you are discussing sex toys, you need to be clear what orifice they're going into. And yes, this author has no problem using the 'vaginal sex' tag.
> No bigger than three of his fingers
If he's so wet 'struggling' against Jayce, why is it an issue to take it?
> Jayce's massive cock
Alright, let's place some bets on how large the Hispanic Hog is. 10'', 12''? Belly bulge? It's all there, baby.
> he's only using one arm locked around Viktor's chest
Yes, because he's a man, and he's larger than you are, shocker.
> Jayce's large hand slams against his ass once more, hitting him so hard he slides up the bed
My man is reaching Mike Tyson heights. Next an ear is coming off.
> You're pretty when you're scared
That's totally something a rapist would say. I get it's a scene, but damn. If he can tap into it so easily, that's a problem.
> So full and stretched where Jayce is toying with his ass
Ah, so it is a butt plug. I thought it was in his vagina, because pooners love using 'hole' as a euphemism for it.
> Pinching his cock in his fingers
He does it three times, and it sounds painful every time. Roid clits, I'm told, are extra sensitive.
And cry he does; that's pretty much ALL he does.
> I'll rip out the plug and split your ass open on my cock
If you mean that literally, you're going to give someone a rosebud. And an ER visit.
> His cock is massive and angry
Guess it really is 12''.
> Strong hands against pale skin grounding him
Always gotta have that contrast.
> Is Jayce going to fuck his ass?
He's gonna need more lube if he does.
> The feeling of helplessness returns
Name a time when a pooner ISN'T feeling helpless. Go on.
> Making him hurt for something abstract and benign
So...domestic violence. You just described an abuser.
> He's so full, stuffed between Jayce's massive cock and the plug
She keeps writing it as 'massive', but how massive is it? Is it as big as a Coke can in the roofie fic?
> It's almost an insult, how little effort Jayce has to put into keeping him trapped
Sex differences in strength sure are something when a man really puts his mind to it.
>Knocking the plug in his ass meanly
Isn't it already all the way inside?
> Folding him in half
Just like a soft taco.
> Going to keep you here forever, fuck you stupid
What did I say about stupid shit said during sex?
> Viscously
I don't know if the author knows the difference between 'vicious' and 'viscous', because 'viscous' means a thick fluid. Who knows, maybe the author did use that word on purpose.
> Pressing against it kind of mean
He's not 'kind of' mean, it's doing it mean. He wasn't knocking the butt plug 'kind of meanly', he WAS being mean.
> But he knows that he's safe in Jayce's arms
This word is used nine times, btw.
So, during this 'consensual non consent', Viktor still has to enter a subspace during the scene so he can be comfortable, which really makes me wonder if this is truly consensual. It isn't a case of getting so into it you sincerely believe it, it's separating your mind from reality so you don't have a mental breakdown. It's the one thing about CNC that doesn't make it seem consensual at all.
> His cock twitches
Whose?
You're going to need to disinfect that butt plug with bleach and soap first. Don't put it on your mouth like BlackKat did in her skirt fic.
> I'm a little worried that I'm evil
A 'little'? Jayce admits he actually loves making Viktor cry and that it turns him on, and did, in fact, make Viktor kick and cry (but not scream) during the 'scene'. It's something when the men in CNC can just 'let go' and be rapists-without-raping, while the woman here has to create a subspace to feel safe. There's always a significant power imbalance and this is it.
Are you really safe when you have to enter a subspace so your boyfriend can roleplay at being a rapist and enjoy it? Weird how the men in these scenarios always seem to love taking that role. Almost as if social norms are the only thing stopping them from being 'literally evil'. But hey, least he cleaned that butt plug.
Alright, alright. It's time to get stoned - literally. From our lovely lass that commissioned that deer leg picture ITT.
> He's beyond such trivial feelings
So why are you lonely? Defeats the purpose, no?
> After seeing so many iterations of his partner come through the field
Fun fact: he only saw two. The rest died in that pit, hehe.
That's right: he's getting off on the static electricity from the statue. That Jayce is actually still aware and alive; he just can't speak or move. So if he enjoys it, that static might be the only proof that he is; otherwise, he'd be wondering what the fuck is happening.
> A facsimile of penetration he knows he'll never have again
Facsimile? You were never capable of penetration barring a strap-on. You can take, but can't give.
Yes, Jayce saw the entire display, didn't get creeped the fuck out, and ran to Viktor to fuck him anyways, dooming another timeline. Hope that pussy was worth it, bro!
Nah. It's something seeing FFnet links; when this thread started, it was all predominately FFnet links, now it's mostly AO3, because AO3 is more lax on adult content, for good or bad. How things have changed.
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Both troons and poons (and fujos ftm nonsense or not) are incredibly misogynistic.
And easier to get. It's kept around as a casual drink more so than having a dedicated liquor cabinet and can be bought anywhere but a lot of places have restrictions on selling anything above a certain alcohol content before you need to be a dedicated liquor store. It's therefor easier to pilfer from family members if you're drinking underage.
That's the elephant in the room as to why fujos like the content they do. Some of them at least. They're into dark stuff but because of politics find it more acceptable to write it with guys as opposed to a woman being involved.
In another timeline they would've just wrote Harlequin novels under a pen name and their grand children would've found a bunch of them in the attic while going through the estate and been mildly amused to discover she was behind "Taken Hard by a Bajillionaire".
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A fitting name for this author: shit-shippers-say was brought out of her seven year fanfic dry spell to produce this work of art. Round of applause, everyone.
Since both of them are trans, there's really no point in repeatedly discussing the roid clits. There's not even enough material to frot with, so I'm just highlighting how many times the author uses the wrong terms. If you can use clit, stick with it; there's no point in going back to 'cock' because it's 'gender affirming' or something.
> With a fervor only a man who has known true starvation
AKA the 'man starved' cliché.
> Four. Not bad for on night
Not bad without a vibrator.
Not all women can squirt and it's not shameful if you can't. These fics usually make it seem that transmen can do it all the time thanks to T, and in copious amounts. Sometimes it's not about 'the right people', but your anatomy. Though, I do wonder what kind of people Jayce was fucking before if he couldn't orgasm to Cloud 9.
Wonder if he's still got nerves under there.
I think 'his fingers are doing a lot of the talking' sounds better than what is highlighted, as it makes it seem as if his fingers are actually talking. A minor gripe, but still.
> One would use to praise a dog
Jayce is commonly said to be 'dog coded', so he's always described as one. It's a tenet in this fandom.
> For forging pieces of their invention in the forge
The floor is made of floor.
> His big, strong fingers
Transmen have a lower grip strength than actual men. He is physically incapable of breaking anyone, even a stick bug like Viktor.
Of course, because neither of them have a penis. Will we see the infamous Hexstrap used?
It's funny how the sandwich sounds way more interesting than these people. I'd rather read how it was made and imagine myself eating it.
Should be mentioned that, thanks to Quora, she's using the wrong laska. Laska is love as in the general, abstract sense; love as in 'my love' is lasko.
> Are you hungry
Man I love back and forth repetition. "Aren't you hungry?" would have worked.
> So persistent
You mean defiant? Because that's the more accurate adjective to describe him. He's been in denial this whole time. Or, better yet, 'persistence' can be replaced with 'annoyance' and it would work just as well.
You'd be surprised how many fics involve puppy play and leashes. Jayce being dog-coded is taking far too literally.
Here comes the major plot: Viktor is going to make Jayce squirt. And apparently hates any references to college. Bad experience, then?
> It's one of his partner's most sensitive areas
Ah, so the nerves ARE fried. Good to know.
> Down over the short hairs above Jayce's dripping cunt
Oh, he's trimmed this time. Glad the jungle got paved over.
You are going to need a shot glass every time 'slick' is sed. There are three instances in this screenshot alone. He's so wet it's gathering in the crease of his thighs, but later on, it's only 'sliding down his folds'. Which is it?
> Without completely shattering his vertebrae
You're both female, so you are more flexible
Have another drink.
> Wishing he had the grip strength to leave behind fingerprints
Neither of you have the grip strength of men. All that T and it still can't give you male muscles. Sucks to be you.
Take another drink. Be careful, though, so you don't NNNNGGG and choke on it.
> Usually, their sex life consists of a lot of physical touch, hands and mouths
So...lesbian sex. This is lesbian sex. You're still gay, just not gay men.
Take another drink for that 'dripping slick' (the word 'slick' is used 15 times), and another for that shitty dialogue. Seven years away and THAT is what you come up with?
It appears the happy trail is thicker than the bush, but at least he's not a yeti.
> A jet stream of come
OK someone get Gavin Newsom here. We have a solution to California's water crisis.
> It sprays Viktor's chest and soaks his arm all the way to his elbow
> It's more than he's ever seen anyone squirt
Probably humanly possible as well. I wonder if the author got this from porn, as those women tend to 'squirt' in obscene amounts. Maybe she's speaking from experience?
> Still working Jayce's cunt like it's an Olympic sport
And you could probably fill an Olympic-sized pool with all that squirt. Have Michael Phelps do a lap in it.
And that's it, that's the fic. Two lesbians make each other squirt while pretending to be men, and get off mainly by finger fucking. Maybe the next one will feature teleporting cum like that one fic, eh?
Powerbottomvik has become quite the milk farm for me, so here is another instalment of hers. This is her closeout for Dark Jayvik week - but don't worry, she has much more to give. If you like seeing people branded like cattle outside of Jackass, this one's for you.
> Almost as much as Jayce loves to mark Viktor
> Almost
Which is it? Does he love marking him or not?
> He cums all over Viktor's face and ass and cunt
As you will see, this is Breeding Bull Jayce, where he produces an ungodly amount of semen.
> He's even pissed on the guy before
Oh nice, Viktor being used as a human toilet. Never read that before.
> That perfectly pale skin
These pooners sure do love it. Pale skin supremacy, let's goooooo!
For once, I do agree with Viktor - though I can't take his wannabe threats seriously. It's a wee pooner, not a hulking man. You have all the threat level of a lemming - all it takes is a boot to drop kick you.
> Maybe he does like being marked just as much as Jayce likes to mark him
Hmm, ever consider whipping his black like an Alabama Overseer, or is that too much?
> Brand me now. I need to be yours
Add on a bar code tattoo so he can be your human property - officially.
Now comes the eyebrow raising part: usually, you mark cattle - or humans, for example - on the rump, because the flesh there is thick and the pain, while immense, won't kill you. You are burning a mark above someone's ribcage, which is going to leave an uneven imprint, and the intense pain may well actually send that person into a heart attack. Smart move, there.
Despite branding Viktor and him screaming out in pain, the first thing Jayce thinks of is fucking him during said pain and wondering how his body would react - a very rapey, manly thing to think of. He's probably thinking of how tight his pussy is clenching vs antibiotic resistant bacteria taking place above his ribcage.
> His grip is so strong Jayce is sure he has blood trickling down his back
Eh, I doubt it. Jayce is pretty thick.
> His pec briefly brushes against the fresh wound
So now we have to deal with issues of infection, which isn't brought up until the end. How convenient. Getting an infection over your heart is a surefire way to a nasty death. You won't have that pretty pale skin for long - it'll be red and swollen from pus. Fun!
> Cock and folds flushed bright red beneath soft, dark curls that glisten in the warm light
Imagine if a stray ember caught on those Tarzan pubes and his snatch caught on fire. He'd have to squirt just to put it out. You won't have 'milky thighs', you'll have medium rare thighs.
> Slick running down his left inner thigh
Guess you won't need to worry about a fire hazard, after all.
> Tongue fucking into Viktor's cunt without pretense
They're doing this next to an open forge, you know.
> He knows Viktor desperately wants his cock inside him
She writes this twice.
> He knows this cunt, Jayce Talis' cunt
The way it's written makes it seem Jayce is the one with the cunt. Who knows, we might get T4T stuff from this author in the future.
Later, Viktor locks Jayce's hands in those tongs so he can't move, entrapping him firmly behind him, even when he still has full range of motion. One wonders why this was even done.
> FUCK, V
You aren't whimpering if you're SHOUTING IN ALL CAPS, you know.
> Overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure
Ah, this cliché.
> Manages to squeak out
I wonder if you're able to hear his true voice when he does that.
> Who owns you? Who do you belong to, permanently? - Overseer Jayce in his 1860s era.
Viktor is also pulling Jayce's dirty hand to said brand. I can't wait until that euphoria is replaced by necrotizing fasciitis.
> More cum spurting out that he thought possible
Of course. He's a mobile sperm bank, that boy. Not only does he have a big penis, he produces an obscene amount of semen. Think of the money you could make off of him. He produces so much it drips like turpentine out of Viktor's vagina, and he 'fulfills his urge' of keeping it inside. What urge? The urge to breed? Huh, funny how he knows which genitalia to use for that purpose.
And there it is - the final admission that his hands aren't clean. Bravo! You figured it out! Now you've got a nasty infection to deal with.
No, it's going to turn as black as the niggers you wished you could own, and fall off in chunks. People won't be seeing a House Talis emblem, they'll be seeing a gaping wound because you decided to put your filthy man paws on it. Hydrogen peroxide ain't gonna be enough, boy.
Here's another entry for this week's challenge, and no, it has no reference to the Adam Sandler movie.
> Gilded but not gold
To be gilded in something means to be still covered in gold. What you mean here is 'gilded but not SOLID gold'.
> He also had a tendency to look at Jayce every time he saw him as though he were appraising him
Chuck the Demacian Dick Rider is giving Jayce some inappropriate looks and kisses, which one must wonder why he's offended at said actions given that he's already gay. If you like men, what's the problem? If you're a Councilor, you should know how foreign dignitaries act, yes?
Uh oh, the openly gay interior designer finds out he has competition (too bad he doesn't know said man has a vagina). You'll never guess what happens next.
> What Charles had believed him to be
What, gay? That's what you are right? You like men? He guessed correctly, then.
If you're wondering what that clicking is, no, it's not a CIA torture device, but it might as well be. Viktor is using it as a 'course correcting' device as one would a dog. He does it so much Jayce eventually has mental breakdowns because of it.
> Scooping it up over her shoulder for the for the woman
Over 'her' shoulder? Don't you mean 'his' shoulder? Did you just misgender Jayce, dear author?
Now, it is something to read about phrenology in an Arcane fic, when there's a video out there using AI to determine the race of said characters, lmao. You can tell the author really wanted to find something offensive to use and chose that, when we still use 'phrenology' in fields such as dentistry and X-ray topography. Odontology does it, too. I think her idea of a mean stereotype is the Burger King shouting NIGGER on a plane.
Viktor's reasonings for doing this are absolutely retarded, as you'll soon find out.
> The flood of dopamine was bringing him to a level that was inappopriate
Nice to see he's getting turned on by this. I'm sure it'll be used in the smut scene.
"I can't deal with that fucking faggot. Give me a transfag instead."
Jayce finally discovers that Viktor has been doing this all along, and at last confronts him. This is how the conversation goes.
Viktor, being lonely, decided to use not-so-subtle torture tactics to fuck with Jayce's head (which the author writes twice). Hearing that sound would be like hearing a dead smoke alarm beep every minute, every day, for weeks straight.
> Something one might use to count inventory
....you mean a calculator?
> When that dreadful man implied the things he did about you
Chuck just said he was gay. He is, isn't he? Or is it incorrect because he's fucking another man with a pussy?
Jayce is correct to be angry here. He was basically tortured with a device used to train dogs, and Viktor brushes it off by saying he's lonely. He's lucky Jayce is also a pooner otherwise an actual man would throw hands (then again, so would I, that shit is fucked up). You can't excuse your way out of something like that, and saying that Piltover is 'traditional' (while giving you your zippertit surgery and T shots) is a shitty excuse. You were training this man for your sexual pleasure. How twisted.
So? You being lonely doesn't give you an excuse to act like that, or use dirty tactics. Imagine if, every night, I injected concrete into your stiff limbs to 'strengthen them' and because I was bored. It wouldn't fly as well, now would it?
Fun fact: Jayce never actually 'scratches the surface' of why. He only learns that it was for a fetish. My man got tortured for a fetish he wasn't aware he was participating in.
Hmm, I wonder how 'obedient' these other 'gay' men were, because while some gay men really are into puppy play, they're going to be angrier that it's a vagina that's bossing them around and not another gay men. They also wouldn't take the subtle torture they didn't agree to nicely, either.
> His cock hard and trying to force itself out from between the folds of his cunt with a vengeance
1-2 inches. That's how much it's 'forcing' itself out.
> Viktor felt as though his nose was completely buried in Viktor
She meant Jayce here. It'd be weird to see Viktor contort to do that (and there is a fic where he does that AND blow vape smoke into it).
> Imperfectly fuck his hole
Well, it wasn't that imperfect since Viktor still ejaculated.
> Just collapsing back on his back
The floor is made of floor.
I'd say the emotional labour of why Jayce was being tortured all for Viktor's pleasure was swept aside because of that love confession. It's amazing how fast that was forgotten because both of them were turned on. Sorry, but driving me insane with something the equivalent to a malfunctioning smoke detector is going to make me want to beat your ass, not your (micro)dick. There were valid points brought up here regarding Jayce's feelings and consent, and all Viktor had to do was shout I'M LONELY WAAAH like an incel and that was it. Talk about conflict resolution.
A while ago, the women of r/MenWritingWomen (or a similar shitlib feminist sub) reacted to the old meme of 'city girls use vibrators, country girls make do'. They huffed and puffed in indignation, saying that it was 'disgusting' that men could joke like that about women. Well, this time around, instead of corn, it's a Magnum Red Sharpie. You'll never see this lampooned on Reddit.
> His hands were too big
You know what they say about men with big hands, right?
> Desperate for any friction on his growing erection
Clitorises do have erectile tissue, but they will never get as big as an erect penis. You are comparing applies to oranges here.
> It wasn't enough, not thick or deep enough
Poor lil pooner with her tiny, dainty hands she can't even touch herself with. Sad! Try using your strong hand instead!
> He never built toys that would fix the empty feeling in his gut
Weird, because other trans Viktors have entire collections of them. This one can't even manage a basic vibrator, sad!
> Surely I'd get an infection from this
Maybe from the cap or ink. But he's using it from the ass-end, so...
Least someone cares about hygiene! Not as bad as the Monster can fic, though.
> Jayce's fingers stretched him more than his ever could
Of course. Those are man hands, baby.
Glad we moved away from 'erection'. No 'cock' or 'hole' in this ficlet, at least.
And just like that, the tone goes from past to present tense back to past tense again. Almost as quick as the Sharpie masturbation session lasted! One and done, as they say.
Since both of them are trans, there's really no point in repeatedly discussing the roid clits. There's not even enough material to frot with, so I'm just highlighting how many times the author uses the wrong terms. If you can use clit, stick with it; there's no point in going back to 'cock' because it's 'gender affirming' or something.
> With a fervor only a man who has known true starvation
AKA the 'man starved' cliché.
> Four. Not bad for on night
Not bad without a vibrator.
Not all women can squirt and it's not shameful if you can't. These fics usually make it seem that transmen can do it all the time thanks to T, and in copious amounts. Sometimes it's not about 'the right people', but your anatomy. Though, I do wonder what kind of people Jayce was fucking before if he couldn't orgasm to Cloud 9.
Wonder if he's still got nerves under there.
I think 'his fingers are doing a lot of the talking' sounds better than what is highlighted, as it makes it seem as if his fingers are actually talking. A minor gripe, but still.
> One would use to praise a dog
Jayce is commonly said to be 'dog coded', so he's always described as one. It's a tenet in this fandom.
> For forging pieces of their invention in the forge
The floor is made of floor.
> His big, strong fingers
Transmen have a lower grip strength than actual men. He is physically incapable of breaking anyone, even a stick bug like Viktor.
Of course, because neither of them have a penis. Will we see the infamous Hexstrap used?
It's funny how the sandwich sounds way more interesting than these people. I'd rather read how it was made and imagine myself eating it.
Should be mentioned that, thanks to Quora, she's using the wrong laska. Laska is love as in the general, abstract sense; love as in 'my love' is lasko.
> Are you hungry
Man I love back and forth repetition. "Aren't you hungry?" would have worked.
> So persistent
You mean defiant? Because that's the more accurate adjective to describe him. He's been in denial this whole time. Or, better yet, 'persistence' can be replaced with 'annoyance' and it would work just as well.
You'd be surprised how many fics involve puppy play and leashes. Jayce being dog-coded is taking far too literally.
Here comes the major plot: Viktor is going to make Jayce squirt. And apparently hates any references to college. Bad experience, then?
> It's one of his partner's most sensitive areas
Ah, so the nerves ARE fried. Good to know.
> Down over the short hairs above Jayce's dripping cunt
Oh, he's trimmed this time. Glad the jungle got paved over.
You are going to need a shot glass every time 'slick' is sed. There are three instances in this screenshot alone. He's so wet it's gathering in the crease of his thighs, but later on, it's only 'sliding down his folds'. Which is it?
> Without completely shattering his vertebrae
You're both female, so you are more flexible
Have another drink.
> Wishing he had the grip strength to leave behind fingerprints
Neither of you have the grip strength of men. All that T and it still can't give you male muscles. Sucks to be you.
Take another drink. Be careful, though, so you don't NNNNGGG and choke on it.
> Usually, their sex life consists of a lot of physical touch, hands and mouths
So...lesbian sex. This is lesbian sex. You're still gay, just not gay men.
Take another drink for that 'dripping slick' (the word 'slick' is used 15 times), and another for that shitty dialogue. Seven years away and THAT is what you come up with?
It appears the happy trail is thicker than the bush, but at least he's not a yeti.
> A jet stream of come
OK someone get Gavin Newsom here. We have a solution to California's water crisis.
> It sprays Viktor's chest and soaks his arm all the way to his elbow
> It's more than he's ever seen anyone squirt
Probably humanly possible as well. I wonder if the author got this from porn, as those women tend to 'squirt' in obscene amounts. Maybe she's speaking from experience?
> Still working Jayce's cunt like it's an Olympic sport
And you could probably fill an Olympic-sized pool with all that squirt. Have Michael Phelps do a lap in it.
And that's it, that's the fic. Two lesbians make each other squirt while pretending to be men, and get off mainly by finger fucking. Maybe the next one will feature teleporting cum like that one fic, eh?
Powerbottomvik has become quite the milk farm for me, so here is another instalment of hers. This is her closeout for Dark Jayvik week - but don't worry, she has much more to give. If you like seeing people branded like cattle outside of Jackass, this one's for you.
> Almost as much as Jayce loves to mark Viktor
> Almost
Which is it? Does he love marking him or not?
> He cums all over Viktor's face and ass and cunt
As you will see, this is Breeding Bull Jayce, where he produces an ungodly amount of semen.
> He's even pissed on the guy before
Oh nice, Viktor being used as a human toilet. Never read that before.
> That perfectly pale skin
These pooners sure do love it. Pale skin supremacy, let's goooooo!
For once, I do agree with Viktor - though I can't take his wannabe threats seriously. It's a wee pooner, not a hulking man. You have all the threat level of a lemming - all it takes is a boot to drop kick you.
> Maybe he does like being marked just as much as Jayce likes to mark him
Hmm, ever consider whipping his black like an Alabama Overseer, or is that too much?
> Brand me now. I need to be yours
Add on a bar code tattoo so he can be your human property - officially.
Now comes the eyebrow raising part: usually, you mark cattle - or humans, for example - on the rump, because the flesh there is thick and the pain, while immense, won't kill you. You are burning a mark above someone's ribcage, which is going to leave an uneven imprint, and the intense pain may well actually send that person into a heart attack. Smart move, there.
Despite branding Viktor and him screaming out in pain, the first thing Jayce thinks of is fucking him during said pain and wondering how his body would react - a very rapey, manly thing to think of. He's probably thinking of how tight his pussy is clenching vs antibiotic resistant bacteria taking place above his ribcage.
> His grip is so strong Jayce is sure he has blood trickling down his back
Eh, I doubt it. Jayce is pretty thick.
> His pec briefly brushes against the fresh wound
So now we have to deal with issues of infection, which isn't brought up until the end. How convenient. Getting an infection over your heart is a surefire way to a nasty death. You won't have that pretty pale skin for long - it'll be red and swollen from pus. Fun!
> Cock and folds flushed bright red beneath soft, dark curls that glisten in the warm light
Imagine if a stray ember caught on those Tarzan pubes and his snatch caught on fire. He'd have to squirt just to put it out. You won't have 'milky thighs', you'll have medium rare thighs.
> Slick running down his left inner thigh
Guess you won't need to worry about a fire hazard, after all.
> Tongue fucking into Viktor's cunt without pretense
They're doing this next to an open forge, you know.
> He knows Viktor desperately wants his cock inside him
She writes this twice.
> He knows this cunt, Jayce Talis' cunt
The way it's written makes it seem Jayce is the one with the cunt. Who knows, we might get T4T stuff from this author in the future.
Later, Viktor locks Jayce's hands in those tongs so he can't move, entrapping him firmly behind him, even when he still has full range of motion. One wonders why this was even done.
> FUCK, V
You aren't whimpering if you're SHOUTING IN ALL CAPS, you know.
> Overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure
Ah, this cliché.
> Manages to squeak out
I wonder if you're able to hear his true voice when he does that.
> Who owns you? Who do you belong to, permanently? - Overseer Jayce in his 1860s era.
Viktor is also pulling Jayce's dirty hand to said brand. I can't wait until that euphoria is replaced by necrotizing fasciitis.
> More cum spurting out that he thought possible
Of course. He's a mobile sperm bank, that boy. Not only does he have a big penis, he produces an obscene amount of semen. Think of the money you could make off of him. He produces so much it drips like turpentine out of Viktor's vagina, and he 'fulfills his urge' of keeping it inside. What urge? The urge to breed? Huh, funny how he knows which genitalia to use for that purpose.
And there it is - the final admission that his hands aren't clean. Bravo! You figured it out! Now you've got a nasty infection to deal with.
No, it's going to turn as black as the niggers you wished you could own, and fall off in chunks. People won't be seeing a House Talis emblem, they'll be seeing a gaping wound because you decided to put your filthy man paws on it. Hydrogen peroxide ain't gonna be enough, boy.
Here's another entry for this week's challenge, and no, it has no reference to the Adam Sandler movie.
> Gilded but not gold
To be gilded in something means to be still covered in gold. What you mean here is 'gilded but not SOLID gold'.
> He also had a tendency to look at Jayce every time he saw him as though he were appraising him
Chuck the Demacian Dick Rider is giving Jayce some inappropriate looks and kisses, which one must wonder why he's offended at said actions given that he's already gay. If you like men, what's the problem? If you're a Councilor, you should know how foreign dignitaries act, yes?
Uh oh, the openly gay interior designer finds out he has competition (too bad he doesn't know said man has a vagina). You'll never guess what happens next.
> What Charles had believed him to be
What, gay? That's what you are right? You like men? He guessed correctly, then.
If you're wondering what that clicking is, no, it's not a CIA torture device, but it might as well be. Viktor is using it as a 'course correcting' device as one would a dog. He does it so much Jayce eventually has mental breakdowns because of it.
> Scooping it up over her shoulder for the for the woman
Over 'her' shoulder? Don't you mean 'his' shoulder? Did you just misgender Jayce, dear author?
Now, it is something to read about phrenology in an Arcane fic, when there's a video out there using AI to determine the race of said characters, lmao. You can tell the author really wanted to find something offensive to use and chose that, when we still use 'phrenology' in fields such as dentistry and X-ray topography. Odontology does it, too. I think her idea of a mean stereotype is the Burger King shouting NIGGER on a plane.
Viktor's reasonings for doing this are absolutely retarded, as you'll soon find out.
> The flood of dopamine was bringing him to a level that was inappopriate
Nice to see he's getting turned on by this. I'm sure it'll be used in the smut scene.
"I can't deal with that fucking faggot. Give me a transfag instead."
Jayce finally discovers that Viktor has been doing this all along, and at last confronts him. This is how the conversation goes.
Viktor, being lonely, decided to use not-so-subtle torture tactics to fuck with Jayce's head (which the author writes twice). Hearing that sound would be like hearing a dead smoke alarm beep every minute, every day, for weeks straight.
> Something one might use to count inventory
....you mean a calculator?
> When that dreadful man implied the things he did about you
Chuck just said he was gay. He is, isn't he? Or is it incorrect because he's fucking another man with a pussy?
Jayce is correct to be angry here. He was basically tortured with a device used to train dogs, and Viktor brushes it off by saying he's lonely. He's lucky Jayce is also a pooner otherwise an actual man would throw hands (then again, so would I, that shit is fucked up). You can't excuse your way out of something like that, and saying that Piltover is 'traditional' (while giving you your zippertit surgery and T shots) is a shitty excuse. You were training this man for your sexual pleasure. How twisted.
So? You being lonely doesn't give you an excuse to act like that, or use dirty tactics. Imagine if, every night, I injected concrete into your stiff limbs to 'strengthen them' and because I was bored. It wouldn't fly as well, now would it?
Fun fact: Jayce never actually 'scratches the surface' of why. He only learns that it was for a fetish. My man got tortured for a fetish he wasn't aware he was participating in.
Hmm, I wonder how 'obedient' these other 'gay' men were, because while some gay men really are into puppy play, they're going to be angrier that it's a vagina that's bossing them around and not another gay men. They also wouldn't take the subtle torture they didn't agree to nicely, either.
> His cock hard and trying to force itself out from between the folds of his cunt with a vengeance
1-2 inches. That's how much it's 'forcing' itself out.
> Viktor felt as though his nose was completely buried in Viktor
She meant Jayce here. It'd be weird to see Viktor contort to do that (and there is a fic where he does that AND blow vape smoke into it).
> Imperfectly fuck his hole
Well, it wasn't that imperfect since Viktor still ejaculated.
> Just collapsing back on his back
The floor is made of floor.
I'd say the emotional labour of why Jayce was being tortured all for Viktor's pleasure was swept aside because of that love confession. It's amazing how fast that was forgotten because both of them were turned on. Sorry, but driving me insane with something the equivalent to a malfunctioning smoke detector is going to make me want to beat your ass, not your (micro)dick. There were valid points brought up here regarding Jayce's feelings and consent, and all Viktor had to do was shout I'M LONELY WAAAH like an incel and that was it. Talk about conflict resolution.
A while ago, the women of r/MenWritingWomen (or a similar shitlib feminist sub) reacted to the old meme of 'city girls use vibrators, country girls make do'. They huffed and puffed in indignation, saying that it was 'disgusting' that men could joke like that about women. Well, this time around, instead of corn, it's a Magnum Red Sharpie. You'll never see this lampooned on Reddit.
> His hands were too big
You know what they say about men with big hands, right?
> Desperate for any friction on his growing erection
Clitorises do have erectile tissue, but they will never get as big as an erect penis. You are comparing applies to oranges here.
> It wasn't enough, not thick or deep enough
Poor lil pooner with her tiny, dainty hands she can't even touch herself with. Sad! Try using your strong hand instead!
> He never built toys that would fix the empty feeling in his gut
Weird, because other trans Viktors have entire collections of them. This one can't even manage a basic vibrator, sad!
> Surely I'd get an infection from this
Maybe from the cap or ink. But he's using it from the ass-end, so...
Least someone cares about hygiene! Not as bad as the Monster can fic, though.
> Jayce's fingers stretched him more than his ever could
Of course. Those are man hands, baby.
Glad we moved away from 'erection'. No 'cock' or 'hole' in this ficlet, at least.
And just like that, the tone goes from past to present tense back to past tense again. Almost as quick as the Sharpie masturbation session lasted! One and done, as they say.
Also easier to smuggle. Provided it isn't Coor's Lite, as it was in that rich wedding fic (who the fuck brings cheap-ass shit beer to a RICH PEOPLE WEDDING?!) it can be drunk pretty quick. Plus most bartenders are legally required to send you home if they think you're blasted drunk, and I'm amazed no one called paramedics because it was clear the man was drugged. Had to be a lot, because gay men use GHB as a party drug.
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At what point is making multiple tags about a certain warning considered to be overkill? This MHA fanfic has like 6 or so tags that refer to Scat, it also has the "don't like it, don't read it" disclaimer, and even the title of the fic makes it very clear that shit will be involved:
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Bakugou wakes up with an upset stomach.
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Katsuki wakes up with a stomach ache. He’s not really sure why—he hasn’t been sick, and he hasn’t eaten anything besides the school lunches and his own cooking for weeks. But he drinks some water and goes about his morning routine as usual.
Until he goes to eat breakfast. The very thought of food makes his stomach churn. He forces down some dry toast, though, not wanting to starve.
It’s a mistake. He sits in homeroom thirty minutes later with his gut gurgling. He’s starting to sweat, and the pressure on his stomach is really starting to hurt. He expects that he’ll puke any minute now. He should’ve just stayed in the dorm; this might be some kind of stomach bug. He feels disgusting, and the fuckin’ four-eyed class rep will give him shit if he gets other people sick, too.
But he’ll be damned if he interrupts class to ask to go to the bathroom. Fuck that.
“Bakugou,” Aizawa calls, ever indifferent.
Katsuki winces as he makes himself sit upright and meet his teacher’s piercing eyes. At some point, he ended up curling in on himself, hovering tightly over his desk. He knows he’s grimacing, but he can’t school his face to save his life.
“Go see Recovery Girl,” he orders blandly.
Katsuki is silently grateful for Aizawa’s simple, no-nonsense tone. It saves him the embarrassment of answering whether he’s feeling okay, and it gives him the out he needs without fuckin’ raising his hand . Ugh.
He grumbles a little as he packs his bag and stands, sneering at his classmates when they stare at him. He catches Kirishima’s questioning glance and pointedly looks away.
He’s in the middle of the hallway when his mouth starts to water. He claps a hand over his mouth—he’s gonna hurl right the fuck now.
He makes a dash for the nearest bathroom. Katsuki manages to swallow, gagging, the vomit that pushes into his mouth. Just in time, he makes it to a toilet and upchucks his whole stomach into the bowl. Some of it splatters on the seat when throws his bag to the floor, but he’s way too preoccupied to care about it at the moment.
The pressure might be the worst part. He’s always hated throwing up—he’s from a “shit” family, not a “vomit” family. Upset stomachs usually clear out from the other end, and that’s way better than kneeling on the floor and straining until he cries. His eyes feel like they’re going to burst, and his throat burns.
Actually, no, the worst part might be the smell: the acid, the stink of partially digested food, the weird bleachy smell of the toilet water. It’s all absolutely putrid.
No, the worst by far is definitely the texture. The chunks sliding over his tongue and spewing past his lips make him shudder and gag. Ugh, he especially fuckin’ hates it when pieces shoot out of his nostrils. UGH, and when the liquid splashes up onto his cheek—he flinches and yelps in disgust.
When it’s over, Katsuki sinks around the base of the toilet and just lays his head on the seat. Then he remembers the mess he made on the porcelain and yanks a long sheet of toilet paper from the roll, wiping first his cheek then the seat clean. Well, clean-ish. He still rests his face on the toilet, though. The coolness is a little comforting.
He’s drained and shaky and morose, and he’s never wanted to go home more than he does now. Home-home, not his dorm room—he wants his old bed, and he wants his dad to give him ginger soda.
He dry-heaves a couple times before he feels strong enough to drag his feet to the clinic. Recovery Girl tuts at him for coming to school sick, remarking on how peaked he looks, but her voice isn’t unkind. She asks if he feels all right to go back to his room, but when Katsuki sits heavily on a cot, she lets him lie down.
“Here you go,” she says, setting a bottle of apple juice on the table by Katsuki’s head. “Don’t go letting yourself dehydrate. And some sugar will help with the tremors.”
Katsuki lets out a weak “mm-hmm” before curling his knees up to his chest. He feels empty, and hungry, but unwilling to swallow anything. He mouth feels gross.
When he starts to feel shivery, though, he sits up just enough to drink some of the juice. He swishes it around his mouth for a bit before downing it. It helps a little, makes his teeth feel less like they’re eroding by the second.
Over a couple hours, he’s able to finish the juice and gradually sit upright. Recovery Girl tells him she’ll let Aizawa know he’s sick encourages him to go lie down in his room. So Katsuki accepts another bottle juice and heads out.
He walks delicately, not wanting to go too fast and jostle his insides. The trek feels terribly long, though. His stomach is groaning again, and he wraps his arms around his stomach, pausing to catch his breath. Fuckin’ hell—his skin feels clammy again. One of his worst nightmares looks more and more like it’ll come true: vomiting in public.
He shudders and takes a cautious sip of his juice.
Katsuki walks a few paces before his stomach rumbles and seems to drop straight down to his pelvis. Fuck.
Well, it’s better than having to puke again.
Except, no, it absolutely is fucking NOT because he can’t move. Fuckin’—FUCK, he isn’t gonna drop a deuce in his pants. He absolutely will not.
He’s gonna clench everything for dear life; he’s gonna get to the dormitory; and he’s gonna rush to the first floor bathroom and blow it up on the first toilet he sees.
Katsuki takes a deep, shuddering breath. He wets his lips with a tiny sip of apple juice, and he shuffles a foot forward.
Okay, good, not so bad.
With his next step, he lifts the toe of his shoe just a bit higher, letting his heel drag. Nice, manageable. He goes to lift his other foot fully, but he gets dizzy and quickly scuffs his sole against the concrete.
He takes it slow, determined. He’s over halfway there now—the building is in sight. Looming. Still so far away.
With another low, angry grumble, his stomach sends a wave of heat down his guts. And to Katsuki’s horror, that heat shoots even farther down. There’s pressure sitting right against his asshole, and he squeezes his asscheeks against the flood.
He folds over himself, bracing his hands on his knees. It hurts. His stomach is so tight he feels like he’s gonna throw up again, and, fuck, that sounds like the worst. Blowing out of both ends. He chokes back a whimper.
Just when he thinks the situation can’t get any worse, of fuckin’ course it gets worse. The lunch bell rings. And Katsuki’s hunched over in the middle of the sidewalk like an idiot. It’s pathetic, and if he weren’t so miserable and close to tears, he’d be pissed.
His phone buzzes in his pocket. Katsuki wants to ignore it, too sick to care about what anyone has to say to him, but then he thinks texting might be a good distraction. He ignores his shaky hands as he pulls out his phone.
It’s Kirishima, unsurprisingly: a simple bro, u alright?
Katsuki breathes out through his mouth, tongue dry, and tucks his juice bottle under his arm before sending a response.
11:45
Feelin sick
11:45
U still at the clinic?
Katsuki collects himself to start waddling onward again. He picks up the pace, knowing he’s got limited time now.
11:46
Just left. Goin back to my room
Katsuki has to clench his asshole again when he feels a near leak. He’s pretty sure he managed to stop it, but he is prepared to throw this pair of briefs away if he needs to. He can’t deal with washing out any stains from this day—he’ll die of embarrassment.
He’s panting, chest heaving, and his teeth are grinding. He’s scared now. He’s actually scared. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what if he doesn’t make it?
Goddamn it, and he can hear his peers filing out of the school building, chatting as they pick spots on the grass to eat. Most students eat in the cafeteria, but some of the idiots choose to sit outside and just ruin his fuckin’ day. Just absolutely torture him on what might be the worst day of his life, right fuckin’ up there with being kidnapped.
He raises his phone, hoping for another distraction. Kirishima responded a few minutes ago—thank fucking god—but the message makes his face burn.
11:47
Wait are u outside? I think I see you
Bro?
Katsuki hates this, he hates everything, he hates everyone. There’s a churning in his ass, and this time when a wave of urgency hits him, he can’t hold all of it in.
He sucks in a breath, whole body tensing, fists clenching, shoulders hiking up to his ears. His lips and eyes press closed, and he trembles as an undeniable warm wetness slides between his asscheeks.
His heart is racing, dismayed panic rising so much like bile. He glances over his shoulder, thoroughly relieved to see not a single set of eyes pointed at him.
His eyes lift to the dorm building a few yards away. Fuck, the toilets are even farther still.
His lip wobbles and then peels back in disgust and anger.
He isn’t going to make it.
If this huge fuckin’ liquid shit’s gonna happen, he sure as hell won’t just stand here in the middle of the walkway and let it go.
With sweat on his upper lip and on his palms, Katsuki marches briskly toward the grass, finding shelter behind a tree and some assorted bushes. As expected, his bowels protest, and the desperation hits him like a brick wall. His breath even catches in his throat.
A long two seconds pass, and Katsuki feels that same horrible wetness slide under his balls. His briefs are distressingly full. Fuck, and he can smell it now, rank and shameful. He clenches down again, but the effort makes him dry-heave, and the shock makes him lose the last ounce of his control.
There’s no holding it back anymore—Katsuki completely soils himself. It squirts out of him audibly, and he flinches. He shakes and crouches low, hugging his knees. He tucks his head into his arms, instinctively hiding from the stark humiliation. The smell hits his nose harder this way, though, and he coughs wretchedly before holding his breath as long as he can.
His underwear quickly overflows, and steaming diarrhea pours down his legs. The seat of his uniform pants is soaked. Because of the way Katsuki’s squatting, the wet bottoms dampen the material on his calves and heels. He distantly hopes the pants’ dark color will hide some of the stains, but he isn’t optimistic. He wants to burn them as soon as he can manage somehow to walk away from this mess—who fuckin’ cares if he has to pay the school for new ones?
This is so much worse than puking up his goddamn guts. He’d take vomiting over this any fuckin’ day. His face burns, and tears sting his eyes. And then he hears a wet plop in his pants, and he shudders and gags, falling forward on his hands as he vomits a thin stream of watery bile.
It hurts just as much as he expected it to, shitting and puking at the same time. His stomach feels like it’s getting torn in half. Tears fall down his face now, and a strangled sob pushes out of his throat as he spits on the ground between his hands.
Fuck, and now the dizziness is back. As soon as his ass stops fuckin’ exploding behind him, he looks around, still on his hands and knees, for his bag. It’s there, a few feet away from him along with the mostly full juice bottle. He doesn’t remember tossing them, but he’s glad they’re nearby.
A horrifying thought hits him.
His phone is still in his pocket.
He wipes the stomach slime off his hand before snatching the device from his pocket. And he huffs out a relieved sigh—it isn’t . . . contaminated. There’s an unread text, but he doesn’t give a single fuck about it. He slides it back in his pocket as he contemplates what the hell he’s going to do now.
This is—this is the lowest he’s ever been and probably ever will be.
So, of course , naturally , Stupid Hair Kirishima’s voice rings out from the other side of the tree, calling his name.
Katsuki doesn’t answer. He’d literally rather die than—
Loud footsteps shake the grass, plodding toward him. “Hey, Bakugou! Are you . . .”
Katsuki presses his lips together, mouth twitching up into a mean snarl. Fuck this, he’s not dealing Kirishima right now. He’s not dealing with anyone like this.
“. . . okay?”
The quiet dip in his voice makes it clear that he knows Katsuki is very much not okay. He glares sharply up at Kirishima. He wishes he could get off his hands and knees, but he can’t stand up—that would reveal everything . And he can’t sit down— it would just squish under him, and he’ll probably cry again if he feels that.
“Fuck off, Shitty Hair,” he snaps. His voice is hoarse, throat scratchy and sore. “The fuck are you even doing out here? Go eat your goddamn lunch.”
The only small mercy here is that Kirishima approached from Katsuki’s front. If the stench hasn’t hit him yet, he won’t know.
“I saw you juxt standing in the middle of the sidewalk. I thought you might get sick. . . .”
“Brilliant fuckin’ deduction,” Katsuki growls. “Well, you found me, so you can go now .”
Kirishima—the stupid, well-meaning idiot—shakes his head. “No way, man. I can’t just leave you like this.”
He squats on his heels, clearly moving to help Katsuki up, but Katsuki bats his hand away with a fist. The motion is insulting on its own, but Katsuki’s also worried about Kirishima getting to close right now.
“I TOLD you to FUCK OFF! I don’t need your help!”
And then it happens. Kirishima’s nose wrinkles, and he raises his head, looking for the source of the odor. “Dude—”
“Shut UP!” Katsuki screams, voice cracking. His fingers coil tightly in the grass, and his shoulders tremble as he lowers himself into nearly a bow. “Shut up, shut up , just shut your stupid fucking mouth. Don’t—” his voice gives out, and he ends up hissing through a tight jaw—“say anything.”
A long, heavy moment of silence stretches over them. Katsuki can’t open his eyes. He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to be here, doesn’t want to exist, doesn’t want Kirishima to ever talk to him again because there’s no way Katsuki can ever look him in the eye again after this.
Kirishima’s clothes shift, and that soft sound makes Katsuki flinch. Then Kirishima clears his throat awkwardly—Katsuki has half a mind to punch him square in the face. But that would require moving.
“Hey, man—”
“Do NOT.”
“—don’t, uh, don’t worry about it. It—it happens, you know?”
This does not make Katsuki feel better. Acknowledging this literal fucking shit show is the last thing he wants to do. “Fuck. Off.”
There’s another beat of silence. Then, the bell rings, and Katsuki can hear the distant shuffling of other students heading back indoors. Kirishima stays.
“ Listen , Shitty Hair—”
“Bakugou.”
Katsuki waits, if only because he isn’t used to hearing Kirishima use a calm, serious tone of voice like this. He opens his eyes to stare at the grass. It’s shiny where he threw up, but the actual bile isn’t really visible. He can smell a hint of the apple juice through the thick, rancid stink of . . . of his mess.
“What if—okay. I can go get a pair of shorts from my room. It won’t take long, and that way you won’t have to walk in—” he stumbles, obviously looking for a word that wouldn’t make this horrible, embarrassing situation more awkward than it already is—“all, um.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes and unfurls one hand from the grass. He smoothes the rumpled patch, noticing vaguely that his earlier panic is gone. All that’s really left now is hot shame and somber acceptance.
When he goes to speak, his heartbeat quickens, and he blinks back more tears. He mumbles, “They’ll just get dirty.”
“That’s okay.” Fuck, Kirishima even sounds like he means it, the heroic motherfucker. Fuck him—this is so stupid, so gross . “They’ll be more comfortable to walk in than the uniform.”
Katsuki snarls, “That’s not what I meant, jackass!”
“Well, you can wash and keep them if that’ll make you feel better. Or throw ‘em out, whatever. I get it, man.”
Katsuki lets out a shaky breath. His lip is wobbling again. Fuck, he hates this; someone just kill him, please . He hates that it’s Kirishima who found him like this, who’s doing all this for him. At the same time, though, he’s so fucking glad it’s Kirishima. Again. Always. Anyone else would—just, no.
With both fists tightening back up in the grass, he nods his head.
“‘Kay. I’ll be right back!”
His footsteps thunder rapidly away, the only sound in the empty courtyard. Katsuki can do nothing but kneel unhappily in the grass. His arms get tired, though, so he tries sitting back a little.
Yeah, fuck no, there’s a sick squelching sound, and he straightens right back on his palms. Suddenly, the skin under his briefs feels itchy and raw. God- fucking -damn it, he’s gonna get a rash from this, he just knows it.
Kirishima sprints back not a moment too soon. He isn’t out of breath at all—why would he be? He’s in great fuckin’ shape—when his heavy footfalls stop beside Katsuki. An unexpected rustle of plastic catches Katsuki’s ear. He glances sullenly at Kirishima from the corner of his eye.
“So, I brought some paper towels if you want to clean up. And a bag. And hand sanitizer.”
Katsuki eyes the supplies: a whole roll of paper towels, plastic convenience store bag, and clean basketball shorts. He sighs through his nose.
“‘Kay,” he mutters. He shifts his weight, grimacing at the stirring in his pants, but then stops himself and glowers at Kirishima. “Well, don’t fuckin’ watch, asshole! Set it down!”
Kirishima starts a little but quickly does as he’s told. “Right! I’ll be over here!” He stands somewhere on the other side of the tree. It doesn’t matter, as long as they can’t see each other.
Katsuki’s hands shake as he takes off his—blessedly mostly clean—shoes. Fuck, he doesn’t want to see this. He doesn’t want to smell it more than he already does. So he doesn’t look, and he holds his breath, dropping his pants and underwear and stepping out of them as swiftly as possible.
It’s still an atrocious experience, though. His clothes hit the ground with a splat , and the air on his wet, soiled skin feels cold. A distinctly awful feeling of something sliding down his thigh has Katsuki tearing at the paper towels and furiously wiping his legs and everything in between. He’s able to do this mostly by feel, but at one point he looks down and hiccups a soft cry.
On the ground is a horrible, brown, sludgy mess. He retches again, turning away from it. His head reels from the movement—he’s gotta be so fuckin’ dehydrated.
“You okay?” Kirishima asks loudly.
“Fine!” he barks.
He rushes the rest of his clean up, knowing he won’t feel satisfied until after he’s had a bath. Maybe a hundred baths. He slides on the shorts—without underwear, and Katsuki isn’t sure whether it’d be weirder if his friend had given him any—and rolls the plastic bag over his hands. Again, he holds his breath and uses his eyes as little as possible to scoop up the filthy clothes and napkins. He ties the bag with two knots. It’s all going straight to the campus dumpster.
After pouring a generous amount of sanitizer on his hands, he picks up his bag of disgrace.
“‘Kay,” he announces, all the fire gone from him.
Kirishima comes around the tree, pointedly avoiding looking at the bag. “Want me to walk with you?”
Katsuki bristles. “I can do it myself.”
“Mmkay.”
Kirishima doesn’t push. Good—this whole situation is abhorrent enough without an awkward walk to the garbage dump.
“I’ll see you later, then. Feel better, bro,” Kirishima says sincerely as he lays a firm hand on Katsuki’s shoulder. The touch makes Katsuki cringe a little, knowing how filthy he is right now, but it’s reassuring. Kirishima isn’t acting differently around him.
The glare Katsuki sends him is weak, and then he shifts his eyes to the ground. “‘Kay.”
Notes:
hhhhhhh i feel gross too okay, just shut up. if you think i edited this at all you're dead fuckin wrong, even i don't wanna read this.
but also... i wrote this really fuckin well huh
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Bakugou wakes up with an upset stomach.
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Katsuki wakes up with a stomach ache. He’s not really sure why—he hasn’t been sick, and he hasn’t eaten anything besides the school lunches and his own cooking for weeks. But he drinks some water and goes about his morning routine as usual.
Until he goes to eat breakfast. The very thought of food makes his stomach churn. He forces down some dry toast, though, not wanting to starve.
It’s a mistake. He sits in homeroom thirty minutes later with his gut gurgling. He’s starting to sweat, and the pressure on his stomach is really starting to hurt. He expects that he’ll puke any minute now. He should’ve just stayed in the dorm; this might be some kind of stomach bug. He feels disgusting, and the fuckin’ four-eyed class rep will give him shit if he gets other people sick, too.
But he’ll be damned if he interrupts class to ask to go to the bathroom. Fuck that.
“Bakugou,” Aizawa calls, ever indifferent.
Katsuki winces as he makes himself sit upright and meet his teacher’s piercing eyes. At some point, he ended up curling in on himself, hovering tightly over his desk. He knows he’s grimacing, but he can’t school his face to save his life.
“Go see Recovery Girl,” he orders blandly.
Katsuki is silently grateful for Aizawa’s simple, no-nonsense tone. It saves him the embarrassment of answering whether he’s feeling okay, and it gives him the out he needs without fuckin’ raising his hand . Ugh.
He grumbles a little as he packs his bag and stands, sneering at his classmates when they stare at him. He catches Kirishima’s questioning glance and pointedly looks away.
He’s in the middle of the hallway when his mouth starts to water. He claps a hand over his mouth—he’s gonna hurl right the fuck now.
He makes a dash for the nearest bathroom. Katsuki manages to swallow, gagging, the vomit that pushes into his mouth. Just in time, he makes it to a toilet and upchucks his whole stomach into the bowl. Some of it splatters on the seat when throws his bag to the floor, but he’s way too preoccupied to care about it at the moment.
The pressure might be the worst part. He’s always hated throwing up—he’s from a “shit” family, not a “vomit” family. Upset stomachs usually clear out from the other end, and that’s way better than kneeling on the floor and straining until he cries. His eyes feel like they’re going to burst, and his throat burns.
Actually, no, the worst part might be the smell: the acid, the stink of partially digested food, the weird bleachy smell of the toilet water. It’s all absolutely putrid.
No, the worst by far is definitely the texture. The chunks sliding over his tongue and spewing past his lips make him shudder and gag. Ugh, he especially fuckin’ hates it when pieces shoot out of his nostrils. UGH, and when the liquid splashes up onto his cheek—he flinches and yelps in disgust.
When it’s over, Katsuki sinks around the base of the toilet and just lays his head on the seat. Then he remembers the mess he made on the porcelain and yanks a long sheet of toilet paper from the roll, wiping first his cheek then the seat clean. Well, clean-ish. He still rests his face on the toilet, though. The coolness is a little comforting.
He’s drained and shaky and morose, and he’s never wanted to go home more than he does now. Home-home, not his dorm room—he wants his old bed, and he wants his dad to give him ginger soda.
He dry-heaves a couple times before he feels strong enough to drag his feet to the clinic. Recovery Girl tuts at him for coming to school sick, remarking on how peaked he looks, but her voice isn’t unkind. She asks if he feels all right to go back to his room, but when Katsuki sits heavily on a cot, she lets him lie down.
“Here you go,” she says, setting a bottle of apple juice on the table by Katsuki’s head. “Don’t go letting yourself dehydrate. And some sugar will help with the tremors.”
Katsuki lets out a weak “mm-hmm” before curling his knees up to his chest. He feels empty, and hungry, but unwilling to swallow anything. He mouth feels gross.
When he starts to feel shivery, though, he sits up just enough to drink some of the juice. He swishes it around his mouth for a bit before downing it. It helps a little, makes his teeth feel less like they’re eroding by the second.
Over a couple hours, he’s able to finish the juice and gradually sit upright. Recovery Girl tells him she’ll let Aizawa know he’s sick encourages him to go lie down in his room. So Katsuki accepts another bottle juice and heads out.
He walks delicately, not wanting to go too fast and jostle his insides. The trek feels terribly long, though. His stomach is groaning again, and he wraps his arms around his stomach, pausing to catch his breath. Fuckin’ hell—his skin feels clammy again. One of his worst nightmares looks more and more like it’ll come true: vomiting in public.
He shudders and takes a cautious sip of his juice.
Katsuki walks a few paces before his stomach rumbles and seems to drop straight down to his pelvis. Fuck.
Well, it’s better than having to puke again.
Except, no, it absolutely is fucking NOT because he can’t move. Fuckin’—FUCK, he isn’t gonna drop a deuce in his pants. He absolutely will not.
He’s gonna clench everything for dear life; he’s gonna get to the dormitory; and he’s gonna rush to the first floor bathroom and blow it up on the first toilet he sees.
Katsuki takes a deep, shuddering breath. He wets his lips with a tiny sip of apple juice, and he shuffles a foot forward.
Okay, good, not so bad.
With his next step, he lifts the toe of his shoe just a bit higher, letting his heel drag. Nice, manageable. He goes to lift his other foot fully, but he gets dizzy and quickly scuffs his sole against the concrete.
He takes it slow, determined. He’s over halfway there now—the building is in sight. Looming. Still so far away.
With another low, angry grumble, his stomach sends a wave of heat down his guts. And to Katsuki’s horror, that heat shoots even farther down. There’s pressure sitting right against his asshole, and he squeezes his asscheeks against the flood.
He folds over himself, bracing his hands on his knees. It hurts. His stomach is so tight he feels like he’s gonna throw up again, and, fuck, that sounds like the worst. Blowing out of both ends. He chokes back a whimper.
Just when he thinks the situation can’t get any worse, of fuckin’ course it gets worse. The lunch bell rings. And Katsuki’s hunched over in the middle of the sidewalk like an idiot. It’s pathetic, and if he weren’t so miserable and close to tears, he’d be pissed.
His phone buzzes in his pocket. Katsuki wants to ignore it, too sick to care about what anyone has to say to him, but then he thinks texting might be a good distraction. He ignores his shaky hands as he pulls out his phone.
It’s Kirishima, unsurprisingly: a simple bro, u alright?
Katsuki breathes out through his mouth, tongue dry, and tucks his juice bottle under his arm before sending a response.
11:45
Feelin sick
11:45
U still at the clinic?
Katsuki collects himself to start waddling onward again. He picks up the pace, knowing he’s got limited time now.
11:46
Just left. Goin back to my room
Katsuki has to clench his asshole again when he feels a near leak. He’s pretty sure he managed to stop it, but he is prepared to throw this pair of briefs away if he needs to. He can’t deal with washing out any stains from this day—he’ll die of embarrassment.
He’s panting, chest heaving, and his teeth are grinding. He’s scared now. He’s actually scared. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what if he doesn’t make it?
Goddamn it, and he can hear his peers filing out of the school building, chatting as they pick spots on the grass to eat. Most students eat in the cafeteria, but some of the idiots choose to sit outside and just ruin his fuckin’ day. Just absolutely torture him on what might be the worst day of his life, right fuckin’ up there with being kidnapped.
He raises his phone, hoping for another distraction. Kirishima responded a few minutes ago—thank fucking god—but the message makes his face burn.
11:47
Wait are u outside? I think I see you
Bro?
Katsuki hates this, he hates everything, he hates everyone. There’s a churning in his ass, and this time when a wave of urgency hits him, he can’t hold all of it in.
He sucks in a breath, whole body tensing, fists clenching, shoulders hiking up to his ears. His lips and eyes press closed, and he trembles as an undeniable warm wetness slides between his asscheeks.
His heart is racing, dismayed panic rising so much like bile. He glances over his shoulder, thoroughly relieved to see not a single set of eyes pointed at him.
His eyes lift to the dorm building a few yards away. Fuck, the toilets are even farther still.
His lip wobbles and then peels back in disgust and anger.
He isn’t going to make it.
If this huge fuckin’ liquid shit’s gonna happen, he sure as hell won’t just stand here in the middle of the walkway and let it go.
With sweat on his upper lip and on his palms, Katsuki marches briskly toward the grass, finding shelter behind a tree and some assorted bushes. As expected, his bowels protest, and the desperation hits him like a brick wall. His breath even catches in his throat.
A long two seconds pass, and Katsuki feels that same horrible wetness slide under his balls. His briefs are distressingly full. Fuck, and he can smell it now, rank and shameful. He clenches down again, but the effort makes him dry-heave, and the shock makes him lose the last ounce of his control.
There’s no holding it back anymore—Katsuki completely soils himself. It squirts out of him audibly, and he flinches. He shakes and crouches low, hugging his knees. He tucks his head into his arms, instinctively hiding from the stark humiliation. The smell hits his nose harder this way, though, and he coughs wretchedly before holding his breath as long as he can.
His underwear quickly overflows, and steaming diarrhea pours down his legs. The seat of his uniform pants is soaked. Because of the way Katsuki’s squatting, the wet bottoms dampen the material on his calves and heels. He distantly hopes the pants’ dark color will hide some of the stains, but he isn’t optimistic. He wants to burn them as soon as he can manage somehow to walk away from this mess—who fuckin’ cares if he has to pay the school for new ones?
This is so much worse than puking up his goddamn guts. He’d take vomiting over this any fuckin’ day. His face burns, and tears sting his eyes. And then he hears a wet plop in his pants, and he shudders and gags, falling forward on his hands as he vomits a thin stream of watery bile.
It hurts just as much as he expected it to, shitting and puking at the same time. His stomach feels like it’s getting torn in half. Tears fall down his face now, and a strangled sob pushes out of his throat as he spits on the ground between his hands.
Fuck, and now the dizziness is back. As soon as his ass stops fuckin’ exploding behind him, he looks around, still on his hands and knees, for his bag. It’s there, a few feet away from him along with the mostly full juice bottle. He doesn’t remember tossing them, but he’s glad they’re nearby.
A horrifying thought hits him.
His phone is still in his pocket.
He wipes the stomach slime off his hand before snatching the device from his pocket. And he huffs out a relieved sigh—it isn’t . . . contaminated. There’s an unread text, but he doesn’t give a single fuck about it. He slides it back in his pocket as he contemplates what the hell he’s going to do now.
This is—this is the lowest he’s ever been and probably ever will be.
So, of course , naturally , Stupid Hair Kirishima’s voice rings out from the other side of the tree, calling his name.
Katsuki doesn’t answer. He’d literally rather die than—
Loud footsteps shake the grass, plodding toward him. “Hey, Bakugou! Are you . . .”
Katsuki presses his lips together, mouth twitching up into a mean snarl. Fuck this, he’s not dealing Kirishima right now. He’s not dealing with anyone like this.
“. . . okay?”
The quiet dip in his voice makes it clear that he knows Katsuki is very much not okay. He glares sharply up at Kirishima. He wishes he could get off his hands and knees, but he can’t stand up—that would reveal everything . And he can’t sit down— it would just squish under him, and he’ll probably cry again if he feels that.
“Fuck off, Shitty Hair,” he snaps. His voice is hoarse, throat scratchy and sore. “The fuck are you even doing out here? Go eat your goddamn lunch.”
The only small mercy here is that Kirishima approached from Katsuki’s front. If the stench hasn’t hit him yet, he won’t know.
“I saw you juxt standing in the middle of the sidewalk. I thought you might get sick. . . .”
“Brilliant fuckin’ deduction,” Katsuki growls. “Well, you found me, so you can go now .”
Kirishima—the stupid, well-meaning idiot—shakes his head. “No way, man. I can’t just leave you like this.”
He squats on his heels, clearly moving to help Katsuki up, but Katsuki bats his hand away with a fist. The motion is insulting on its own, but Katsuki’s also worried about Kirishima getting to close right now.
“I TOLD you to FUCK OFF! I don’t need your help!”
And then it happens. Kirishima’s nose wrinkles, and he raises his head, looking for the source of the odor. “Dude—”
“Shut UP!” Katsuki screams, voice cracking. His fingers coil tightly in the grass, and his shoulders tremble as he lowers himself into nearly a bow. “Shut up, shut up , just shut your stupid fucking mouth. Don’t—” his voice gives out, and he ends up hissing through a tight jaw—“say anything.”
A long, heavy moment of silence stretches over them. Katsuki can’t open his eyes. He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to be here, doesn’t want to exist, doesn’t want Kirishima to ever talk to him again because there’s no way Katsuki can ever look him in the eye again after this.
Kirishima’s clothes shift, and that soft sound makes Katsuki flinch. Then Kirishima clears his throat awkwardly—Katsuki has half a mind to punch him square in the face. But that would require moving.
“Hey, man—”
“Do NOT.”
“—don’t, uh, don’t worry about it. It—it happens, you know?”
This does not make Katsuki feel better. Acknowledging this literal fucking shit show is the last thing he wants to do. “Fuck. Off.”
There’s another beat of silence. Then, the bell rings, and Katsuki can hear the distant shuffling of other students heading back indoors. Kirishima stays.
“ Listen , Shitty Hair—”
“Bakugou.”
Katsuki waits, if only because he isn’t used to hearing Kirishima use a calm, serious tone of voice like this. He opens his eyes to stare at the grass. It’s shiny where he threw up, but the actual bile isn’t really visible. He can smell a hint of the apple juice through the thick, rancid stink of . . . of his mess.
“What if—okay. I can go get a pair of shorts from my room. It won’t take long, and that way you won’t have to walk in—” he stumbles, obviously looking for a word that wouldn’t make this horrible, embarrassing situation more awkward than it already is—“all, um.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes and unfurls one hand from the grass. He smoothes the rumpled patch, noticing vaguely that his earlier panic is gone. All that’s really left now is hot shame and somber acceptance.
When he goes to speak, his heartbeat quickens, and he blinks back more tears. He mumbles, “They’ll just get dirty.”
“That’s okay.” Fuck, Kirishima even sounds like he means it, the heroic motherfucker. Fuck him—this is so stupid, so gross . “They’ll be more comfortable to walk in than the uniform.”
Katsuki snarls, “That’s not what I meant, jackass!”
“Well, you can wash and keep them if that’ll make you feel better. Or throw ‘em out, whatever. I get it, man.”
Katsuki lets out a shaky breath. His lip is wobbling again. Fuck, he hates this; someone just kill him, please . He hates that it’s Kirishima who found him like this, who’s doing all this for him. At the same time, though, he’s so fucking glad it’s Kirishima. Again. Always. Anyone else would—just, no.
With both fists tightening back up in the grass, he nods his head.
“‘Kay. I’ll be right back!”
His footsteps thunder rapidly away, the only sound in the empty courtyard. Katsuki can do nothing but kneel unhappily in the grass. His arms get tired, though, so he tries sitting back a little.
Yeah, fuck no, there’s a sick squelching sound, and he straightens right back on his palms. Suddenly, the skin under his briefs feels itchy and raw. God- fucking -damn it, he’s gonna get a rash from this, he just knows it.
Kirishima sprints back not a moment too soon. He isn’t out of breath at all—why would he be? He’s in great fuckin’ shape—when his heavy footfalls stop beside Katsuki. An unexpected rustle of plastic catches Katsuki’s ear. He glances sullenly at Kirishima from the corner of his eye.
“So, I brought some paper towels if you want to clean up. And a bag. And hand sanitizer.”
Katsuki eyes the supplies: a whole roll of paper towels, plastic convenience store bag, and clean basketball shorts. He sighs through his nose.
“‘Kay,” he mutters. He shifts his weight, grimacing at the stirring in his pants, but then stops himself and glowers at Kirishima. “Well, don’t fuckin’ watch, asshole! Set it down!”
Kirishima starts a little but quickly does as he’s told. “Right! I’ll be over here!” He stands somewhere on the other side of the tree. It doesn’t matter, as long as they can’t see each other.
Katsuki’s hands shake as he takes off his—blessedly mostly clean—shoes. Fuck, he doesn’t want to see this. He doesn’t want to smell it more than he already does. So he doesn’t look, and he holds his breath, dropping his pants and underwear and stepping out of them as swiftly as possible.
It’s still an atrocious experience, though. His clothes hit the ground with a splat , and the air on his wet, soiled skin feels cold. A distinctly awful feeling of something sliding down his thigh has Katsuki tearing at the paper towels and furiously wiping his legs and everything in between. He’s able to do this mostly by feel, but at one point he looks down and hiccups a soft cry.
On the ground is a horrible, brown, sludgy mess. He retches again, turning away from it. His head reels from the movement—he’s gotta be so fuckin’ dehydrated.
“You okay?” Kirishima asks loudly.
“Fine!” he barks.
He rushes the rest of his clean up, knowing he won’t feel satisfied until after he’s had a bath. Maybe a hundred baths. He slides on the shorts—without underwear, and Katsuki isn’t sure whether it’d be weirder if his friend had given him any—and rolls the plastic bag over his hands. Again, he holds his breath and uses his eyes as little as possible to scoop up the filthy clothes and napkins. He ties the bag with two knots. It’s all going straight to the campus dumpster.
After pouring a generous amount of sanitizer on his hands, he picks up his bag of disgrace.
“‘Kay,” he announces, all the fire gone from him.
Kirishima comes around the tree, pointedly avoiding looking at the bag. “Want me to walk with you?”
Katsuki bristles. “I can do it myself.”
“Mmkay.”
Kirishima doesn’t push. Good—this whole situation is abhorrent enough without an awkward walk to the garbage dump.
“I’ll see you later, then. Feel better, bro,” Kirishima says sincerely as he lays a firm hand on Katsuki’s shoulder. The touch makes Katsuki cringe a little, knowing how filthy he is right now, but it’s reassuring. Kirishima isn’t acting differently around him.
The glare Katsuki sends him is weak, and then he shifts his eyes to the ground. “‘Kay.”
Notes:
hhhhhhh i feel gross too okay, just shut up. if you think i edited this at all you're dead fuckin wrong, even i don't wanna read this.
but also... i wrote this really fuckin well huh
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Oh, man. You're in for a wild ride on this one. 'Internalized homophobia' doesn't even begin to scratch the surface.
Viktor has a bizarre fascination and obsession with women. You might think that mother comment of his is innocuous, but trust me, it isn't.
> Diluted by a ghost metallic feeling that seemed to be tied to Viktor's bones and soul
What? Is this English? Do you mean, 'ghostly metallic feeling'?
> He had gifted Viktor a bouquet of red roses
Very manly.
> Viktor, deep down, enjoyed it
Oh he enjoys a lot more than that.
The author writes 'he had died' three times, and 'I was supposed to die', making it four times, which is how many times Viktor actually dies in the show (Jhin, where are you?). Scratch that, make it five.
Jayce tells Viktor he can't live without him, and Viktor snarks back internally that he can't take him seriously because Jayce is out fucking that disgusting nigger. How dare he. He needs to be with that white pussy now.
> What a tasteless joke
I'll say.
> He could change Viktor's leg and torso for metal
Jesus. Even Singed is taking his old lore.
> zaunite
Should be capitalized.
> How could Viktor know that Noxus' army wasn't killing his people?
You don't? You aren't even aware martial law has been declared. Though, if Jayce is still on the Council, that might not happen (said politics are not actually addressed in this one-shot).
> I was dying and you were with her
Jayce didn't know what was happening with Viktor. It legitimately wasn't his fault. Viktor, of course, blames the woman because that's all women are good for: being punching bags for men. More so as she's black and it's a white man hating her.
> Viktor wasn't free to die
> A compliant accessory that Jayce gave for granted
You mean 'took for granted'? If Jayce was obsessed with him, why was he wasting Mel's time and his?
> He had a virgin, shiny cunt
It only gets worse from here on out.
This was tagged as 'trans Viktor', but it honestly sounds more like MTF Viktor than FTM Viktor. The skinwalking, the desire to be an actual woman, wanting an actual vagina and thinking that's the end-all-be-all of being a woman is something troons are known to do. He was 'drowning in jealousy', and actually wished he was a woman, and that another man made him want to be one. This does indeed sound like internalized homophobia, but not on Jayce's side. Viktor can't accept being a man, and now that he has the 'right parts', he's suddenly complete. That's definitely the MO behind troons getting their stinkditches.
I don't think with all the shit going on that he and Mel would be fucking. Mel would understand Jayce is concerned about Viktor and would give him a wide berth.
But Viktor here is the real villain. He can't stop thinking about how Jayce 'stinks' of Mel and decides to force himself on him, because we don't tolerate nigger love around here.
> I'm perfect now, Jayce
He's not talking about a new body cured of illness, he's just talking about his vagina. And don't ask me about the fang thing because that's honestly retarded. You got fake teeth but not augments? OK, bud.
Of all the things he's concerned about, it's about being offended. Forget the fact you wanted to skinwalk a woman and destroy her life - it's your feelings that matter.
> Was there a womb for Jayce to fill up?
Yes, gay men are all thinking about fucking vaginas and filling up wombs. What internalized homophobia is there? I don't know what sexuality these people are.
This is by far the worst part. It's all about 'pretty pussy' and how all Jayce can think about is Viktor taking it up the ass as a man and then taking his dick as a 'woman'(?). This is made worse when Jayce says that if Viktor had a vagina all along, he'd be too busy fucking him instead of working, which means that Jayce isn't a gay man at all, but a straight one. If he was bi, he'd have no issue fucking either. This is a man who basically admitted he would never have sex with Viktor as a man because he had the 'wrong parts', but if he had the 'right parts' he absolutely would. This is from a progshit, btw.
> She can't satisfy like I can, Jayce
"That fucking nigger is nothing compared to me. My white pussy is supreme. White pussy pride worldwide."
> Taking my cock like a whore
That's a virgin pussy, sir. Respect it.
> Me, not her
"You better follow me and not that nigger or else I'm getting the jackboots out."
The Hexcore reading their internal desires and deciding that the only way Jayce was ever going to fuck Viktor was through a vagina is funnier and darker than it needs to be. He couldn't love him as a man, so Viktor wished he was a woman, and now he has a nu-vagina and can feel perfect because of it. Of course it would be the 'loveliest pussy' - it's magical, molded to the desires of the user.
> Beautiful home for their children
Yes, because gay men obsess over having vaginal sex and siring kids (without surrogacy, that is). I still don't know who the actual self-hating gay man is here, or whether they both are. I'll go with the latter.
Viktor only wishes he was a woman when he met Jayce. Until then, he was fine with being a male. I guess you could say Jayce 'cracked his egg' and made him realize he was a woman, eh?
This fic had everything: legitimate homophobia to the point you wish you could have the genitalia of the opposite sex to be loved, skinwalking, prime nigger hating, and tradwife life goals. Who needs to save the universe when white pussy can end it?
Here were some comments to this evocative fic.
Gooners really aren't that smart, are they? The nigger hate and not-so-subtle-troonery isn't at the forefront of their minds - the smut is. Some things never change.
This fic is not available to non AO3 users, but I'll give it to you here. Hope you got your frying pans ready - we're cooking some eggs.
> If he could help him bring an evolution that wouldn't cost others he would do it
Cost others' lives, you mean?
> They could be partners again as long as no more people had to be harmed
You already wrote that (poorly, that is).
> I know for a fact my biology can facilitate this
He later admits he has no idea how his new body works, lmao.
> Since I cannot use existing life to evolve
Hint: you can, you just have to not make them part of a hivemind.
Holy mother of run-on sentences, Batman! Let's try to fix this.
> Don't be so crass. I was ridding you of your clothes to examine you for injuries, but considering you were difficult the whole way here, I didn't want to argue you out of each layer.
Still shitty, but it's somewhat more legible.
> Holy shit he was right
Holy shit he doesn't pause to enunciate his words.
> But if you can't, just leave it. It'll be a reminder of why I gave myself to you
Uh, it isn't? It's a reminder of your time in the pit.
> He can't help thinking of how romantic it sounds
It really doesn't. Jayce only has those injuries because his hammer fell on his leg.
> This isn't sex it's intercourse we aren't doing this for pleasure
...so it's sex. It's the same thing.
> He's only been having wet dreams about him since they met
In this form or as a human?
> Now that they're having sex it's efficient clinical sex
But it's still sex. Intercourse is sex.
> It's fair to be disappointed; you practically sold yourself for the safety of others an you can't even get a good lay
Well, at least the author captured some aspect of the male mind. He can't get his dick sucked, so what was the point?
> Well painless if the pain isn't fun but that can be left unsaid
What?
Spoiler: Viktor in this true does have the genitalia of both sexes, so it is a 'trans' Viktor that works. Still badly written, though.
> Which already feels fucking fantastic
It sure doesn't read like it.
> Enjoying yourself~
Oh, fuck off with that squiggle. You aren't writing for a manga. Once she starts with this, the author doesn't stop.
> A raging breeding kink he's indulging
You don't say. It's almost as if he's fulfilling his biological imperative.
> Cuming
She really didn't edit this.
> Oh Viktor didn't cum I want him to get to
What?
> Why would you be fucking me for this?
He wants to deposit eggs in his ass to be incubated, that's why.
> Honestly that doesn't sound terrible in terms of just getting fucked to get fucked
The floor is made of floor moment. A classic 'intercourse isn't sex' moment.
> What the fuck? Viktor, what are you doing?
Luckily the reader has the gift of foresight: he's depositing eggs up Jayce's ass so he can 'give birth' to the next generation. Jayce's semen fertilized said eggs and need to be incubated in another spot. If it sounds like too much work, it is.
> Creepy robot babies
She wrote this twice.
> Vagania
She reaaaaaaly didn't edit this. You made 'vagina' sound like a long-lost continent.
> You're gonna put fucking eggs in me?
Yep.
> But they at least need incubation
Hey, at least it's fair: Viktor has a magic uterus, and Jayce can use his rectum. True equality.
> If you're just putting them in me are they going to be both of ours like the other way would make, or -
What the author is trying to say is why Jayce needs to be an incubator when Viktor can be one.
> The word even gives him a bit of an ick
A WORD does that but not eggs up your ass? OK.
> They're starting a family and not that Viktor is using him like a hive insect queen would
"I'm getting eggs put in my ass but I can be a DAD."
Yeah and eating tapeworm infected bear meat can make you a dad, too. The author mentions 'starting a family' three times in the same paragraph.
> It has nothing to do with you wanting kids with me instead of just kids
...same fucking difference. You're a sperm donor. How hard is that to grasp?
> I am not exactly sure what this is and we'll hope it's safe to put inside you
That's a 180 from before, where Viktor said he knew exactly how his new body worked. The author can't even remember what the fuck she wrote.
Viktor doesn't even sound like himself here. He talks like a diva vs the aloof robot he is at this point.
> Jayce doesn't care if it'll hurt a little, he needs fucked right now
Do you mean he NEEDS TO BE fucked right now? That's also a 180 from him worried about getting eggs in his ass earlier.
> Fuck how can he say things like that and want him not to cum?
I wouldn't, because it sounds like shit. I'm waiting for him to add an uwu~ at the end of each sentence.
> Thankfully. Oh, so so thankfully
Thankfully this is short.
For an oviposition fic I thought this would be far worse on the 'what the fuck' factor, but it was just bad because the author is just shit at her hobby. Forget the monsterfucking - what the hell is that characterization? These aren't even the same people and they speak with run-on sentences. I think the author's ADHD leaked through her screen and onto the characters. However, the 'intercourse isn't sex' thing is pretty fucking funny. You have to be truly low IQ to write that.
You better be listening to Ethel Cain for this one. It's the author's first time writing serious dead dove/horror.
Now, given the tags for this fic, both of them are FTM. So you may be wondering: how is Viktor fucking Jayce? Well, this time around, the Hexcore gave him a proper, functioning penis. No phalloplasty, no metoidioplasty. Just a good ole cyber cock.
Nice that he still has the Tarzan pubes. Hopefully it doesn't turn into the Nair asshole waxing story - if you want a true horror show, do not look that up on YT.
> There's silver left staining cunt like a spilled claim
*Staining his cunt
Staining Cunt sounds like a troon band.
> Few, fatless mouthfuls
Fatless mouthfuls of what?
It's interesting that this takes place during the Noxian standoff, and Jayce doesn't once bring up Cait's fascism arc. We're just gonna forget that for the corpse bride fucking, mmkay?
So, this fic is a psychological horror, meaning you aren't sure whether what's happening is real or not. For that, the author did capture that essence well; as the fic unfolds, you are left wondering whether Jayce is actually undergoing a transformation, fucking his friends ashes, or Viktor is really there (the second point actually happens) to assimilate him. Alcohol and depression are a helluva mix.
Kiramman has two Ms. And there you have it: Jayce fucks what is presumed to be Viktor's ashes in front of a bathroom mirror. If you are wondering why the sentences end without periods all of a sudden, that is deliberate; the author is trying to make it seem as if Jayce has disjointed thoughts and, more importantly, can't ejaculate or orgasm because of his grief.
> Empty hole
Funny how it's always transmen referring to themselves that way; empty holes meant to be filled up by gigantic phalluses, be they flesh or silicone.
> When he spreads his hole wide
Which one? The one with the dildo in it, or your vagina? Neat how he has Viktor's fingerprints all the way up to his uterus. He must be wild at parties.
We're to assume that Jayce buried Viktor, or something to that affect, but we have the classic case of an unreliable narrator. Jayce cannot be trusted as his mental state is completely fucked up. Which, on its own, is fine...but why make both of them trans? It literally changes nothing at all.
This is where Viktor, real or imagined or some third thing, appears and begins vivisecting Jayce like he's Ramsay Bolton. The author mentioned there'd be guro in this and she did deliver.
Yeah, lungs are rather sensitive. If he's squeezing it hard enough to strangle it, Jayce wouldn't be able to scream; he'd be wheezing. This tidbit is later forgotten as Jayce manages to speak normally just a few paragraphs on.
> Well loosened hole
Which one? His vagina or anus? That's the problem when you use 'hole' and you mean to use it for female genitalia rather than your shitter.
> Did you find satisfaction in my lap while I was dead beneath you?
So, not only did he fuck himself in front of his ashes (or, at least they are presumed to be) he bounced on his corpse too. I wonder what Hexzone Viktor thought about that.
I also wonder how Jayce is also able to speak since his tongue has been bitten in half. If you are writing gore, commit to the bit. He should be groaning and gurgling.
> His head cracking bathroom tile
She means, 'his head crack the bathroom tile'.
How can you scream if your lungs were 'strangled'? Did Viktor squeeze just a wee bit and let go?
> Competing tortures of pain and pleasure
Ah, this cliché.
> Silvery seed bubbles around his cock
Ah, so the Hexcore not only gave him a functioning penis, but functioning semen too. If this had never been tagged as such, you'd never know Viktor was trans. It makes me wonder what the point of making him trans was, unless she meant it in the literal sense.
Wow, he got him from the rump, too. Female reproductive organs are covered by several layers of muscle; Viktor must have sliced through them like wagyu steak.
So, was it real, or was it a dream? I'll admit this was rather interesting from a psychological horror perspective, but I don't understand why both of them needed to be trans. They function no differently without it, and the results would be the same. Second, I am not getting over the lung strangulation and tongue biting thing; you touch either of those, you aren't talking or screaming.
The real drama, though, was how this author reacted to Ghost - yes, the band - vs the content of her fic:
All this and they're more concerned about there not being enough guro for their Swedish band
Amazin'.
OK, now for some actual horror.
Edited so as not to double post. This fic was also written for Dark JayVik week, with Jayce becoming an honorary Pajeet with his shenanigans.
I would like to mention that two users who kudos'ed this fic were BlackKat_0, who wrote that skirt fic, and capyshota, the beta-reader for MGCraig who wrote that fic where machine oil was used as anal lube. Unsurprising to see them all like the same content.
Viktor has a bizarre fascination and obsession with women. You might think that mother comment of his is innocuous, but trust me, it isn't.
> Diluted by a ghost metallic feeling that seemed to be tied to Viktor's bones and soul
What? Is this English? Do you mean, 'ghostly metallic feeling'?
> He had gifted Viktor a bouquet of red roses
Very manly.
> Viktor, deep down, enjoyed it
Oh he enjoys a lot more than that.
The author writes 'he had died' three times, and 'I was supposed to die', making it four times, which is how many times Viktor actually dies in the show (Jhin, where are you?). Scratch that, make it five.
Jayce tells Viktor he can't live without him, and Viktor snarks back internally that he can't take him seriously because Jayce is out fucking that disgusting nigger. How dare he. He needs to be with that white pussy now.
> What a tasteless joke
I'll say.
> He could change Viktor's leg and torso for metal
Jesus. Even Singed is taking his old lore.
> zaunite
Should be capitalized.
> How could Viktor know that Noxus' army wasn't killing his people?
You don't? You aren't even aware martial law has been declared. Though, if Jayce is still on the Council, that might not happen (said politics are not actually addressed in this one-shot).
> I was dying and you were with her
Jayce didn't know what was happening with Viktor. It legitimately wasn't his fault. Viktor, of course, blames the woman because that's all women are good for: being punching bags for men. More so as she's black and it's a white man hating her.
> Viktor wasn't free to die
> A compliant accessory that Jayce gave for granted
You mean 'took for granted'? If Jayce was obsessed with him, why was he wasting Mel's time and his?
> He had a virgin, shiny cunt
It only gets worse from here on out.
This was tagged as 'trans Viktor', but it honestly sounds more like MTF Viktor than FTM Viktor. The skinwalking, the desire to be an actual woman, wanting an actual vagina and thinking that's the end-all-be-all of being a woman is something troons are known to do. He was 'drowning in jealousy', and actually wished he was a woman, and that another man made him want to be one. This does indeed sound like internalized homophobia, but not on Jayce's side. Viktor can't accept being a man, and now that he has the 'right parts', he's suddenly complete. That's definitely the MO behind troons getting their stinkditches.
I don't think with all the shit going on that he and Mel would be fucking. Mel would understand Jayce is concerned about Viktor and would give him a wide berth.
But Viktor here is the real villain. He can't stop thinking about how Jayce 'stinks' of Mel and decides to force himself on him, because we don't tolerate nigger love around here.
> I'm perfect now, Jayce
He's not talking about a new body cured of illness, he's just talking about his vagina. And don't ask me about the fang thing because that's honestly retarded. You got fake teeth but not augments? OK, bud.
Of all the things he's concerned about, it's about being offended. Forget the fact you wanted to skinwalk a woman and destroy her life - it's your feelings that matter.
> Was there a womb for Jayce to fill up?
Yes, gay men are all thinking about fucking vaginas and filling up wombs. What internalized homophobia is there? I don't know what sexuality these people are.
This is by far the worst part. It's all about 'pretty pussy' and how all Jayce can think about is Viktor taking it up the ass as a man and then taking his dick as a 'woman'(?). This is made worse when Jayce says that if Viktor had a vagina all along, he'd be too busy fucking him instead of working, which means that Jayce isn't a gay man at all, but a straight one. If he was bi, he'd have no issue fucking either. This is a man who basically admitted he would never have sex with Viktor as a man because he had the 'wrong parts', but if he had the 'right parts' he absolutely would. This is from a progshit, btw.
> She can't satisfy like I can, Jayce
"That fucking nigger is nothing compared to me. My white pussy is supreme. White pussy pride worldwide."
> Taking my cock like a whore
That's a virgin pussy, sir. Respect it.
> Me, not her
"You better follow me and not that nigger or else I'm getting the jackboots out."
The Hexcore reading their internal desires and deciding that the only way Jayce was ever going to fuck Viktor was through a vagina is funnier and darker than it needs to be. He couldn't love him as a man, so Viktor wished he was a woman, and now he has a nu-vagina and can feel perfect because of it. Of course it would be the 'loveliest pussy' - it's magical, molded to the desires of the user.
> Beautiful home for their children
Yes, because gay men obsess over having vaginal sex and siring kids (without surrogacy, that is). I still don't know who the actual self-hating gay man is here, or whether they both are. I'll go with the latter.
Viktor only wishes he was a woman when he met Jayce. Until then, he was fine with being a male. I guess you could say Jayce 'cracked his egg' and made him realize he was a woman, eh?
This fic had everything: legitimate homophobia to the point you wish you could have the genitalia of the opposite sex to be loved, skinwalking, prime nigger hating, and tradwife life goals. Who needs to save the universe when white pussy can end it?
Here were some comments to this evocative fic.
Gooners really aren't that smart, are they? The nigger hate and not-so-subtle-troonery isn't at the forefront of their minds - the smut is. Some things never change.
This fic is not available to non AO3 users, but I'll give it to you here. Hope you got your frying pans ready - we're cooking some eggs.
> If he could help him bring an evolution that wouldn't cost others he would do it
Cost others' lives, you mean?
> They could be partners again as long as no more people had to be harmed
You already wrote that (poorly, that is).
> I know for a fact my biology can facilitate this
He later admits he has no idea how his new body works, lmao.
> Since I cannot use existing life to evolve
Hint: you can, you just have to not make them part of a hivemind.
Holy mother of run-on sentences, Batman! Let's try to fix this.
> Don't be so crass. I was ridding you of your clothes to examine you for injuries, but considering you were difficult the whole way here, I didn't want to argue you out of each layer.
Still shitty, but it's somewhat more legible.
> Holy shit he was right
Holy shit he doesn't pause to enunciate his words.
> But if you can't, just leave it. It'll be a reminder of why I gave myself to you
Uh, it isn't? It's a reminder of your time in the pit.
> He can't help thinking of how romantic it sounds
It really doesn't. Jayce only has those injuries because his hammer fell on his leg.
> This isn't sex it's intercourse we aren't doing this for pleasure
...so it's sex. It's the same thing.
> He's only been having wet dreams about him since they met
In this form or as a human?
> Now that they're having sex it's efficient clinical sex
But it's still sex. Intercourse is sex.
> It's fair to be disappointed; you practically sold yourself for the safety of others an you can't even get a good lay
Well, at least the author captured some aspect of the male mind. He can't get his dick sucked, so what was the point?
> Well painless if the pain isn't fun but that can be left unsaid
What?
Spoiler: Viktor in this true does have the genitalia of both sexes, so it is a 'trans' Viktor that works. Still badly written, though.
> Which already feels fucking fantastic
It sure doesn't read like it.
> Enjoying yourself~
Oh, fuck off with that squiggle. You aren't writing for a manga. Once she starts with this, the author doesn't stop.
> A raging breeding kink he's indulging
You don't say. It's almost as if he's fulfilling his biological imperative.
> Cuming
She really didn't edit this.
> Oh Viktor didn't cum I want him to get to
What?
> Why would you be fucking me for this?
He wants to deposit eggs in his ass to be incubated, that's why.
> Honestly that doesn't sound terrible in terms of just getting fucked to get fucked
The floor is made of floor moment. A classic 'intercourse isn't sex' moment.
> What the fuck? Viktor, what are you doing?
Luckily the reader has the gift of foresight: he's depositing eggs up Jayce's ass so he can 'give birth' to the next generation. Jayce's semen fertilized said eggs and need to be incubated in another spot. If it sounds like too much work, it is.
> Creepy robot babies
She wrote this twice.
> Vagania
She reaaaaaaly didn't edit this. You made 'vagina' sound like a long-lost continent.
> You're gonna put fucking eggs in me?
Yep.
> But they at least need incubation
Hey, at least it's fair: Viktor has a magic uterus, and Jayce can use his rectum. True equality.
> If you're just putting them in me are they going to be both of ours like the other way would make, or -
What the author is trying to say is why Jayce needs to be an incubator when Viktor can be one.
> The word even gives him a bit of an ick
A WORD does that but not eggs up your ass? OK.
> They're starting a family and not that Viktor is using him like a hive insect queen would
"I'm getting eggs put in my ass but I can be a DAD."
Yeah and eating tapeworm infected bear meat can make you a dad, too. The author mentions 'starting a family' three times in the same paragraph.
> It has nothing to do with you wanting kids with me instead of just kids
...same fucking difference. You're a sperm donor. How hard is that to grasp?
> I am not exactly sure what this is and we'll hope it's safe to put inside you
That's a 180 from before, where Viktor said he knew exactly how his new body worked. The author can't even remember what the fuck she wrote.
Viktor doesn't even sound like himself here. He talks like a diva vs the aloof robot he is at this point.
> Jayce doesn't care if it'll hurt a little, he needs fucked right now
Do you mean he NEEDS TO BE fucked right now? That's also a 180 from him worried about getting eggs in his ass earlier.
> Fuck how can he say things like that and want him not to cum?
I wouldn't, because it sounds like shit. I'm waiting for him to add an uwu~ at the end of each sentence.
> Thankfully. Oh, so so thankfully
Thankfully this is short.
For an oviposition fic I thought this would be far worse on the 'what the fuck' factor, but it was just bad because the author is just shit at her hobby. Forget the monsterfucking - what the hell is that characterization? These aren't even the same people and they speak with run-on sentences. I think the author's ADHD leaked through her screen and onto the characters. However, the 'intercourse isn't sex' thing is pretty fucking funny. You have to be truly low IQ to write that.
You better be listening to Ethel Cain for this one. It's the author's first time writing serious dead dove/horror.
Now, given the tags for this fic, both of them are FTM. So you may be wondering: how is Viktor fucking Jayce? Well, this time around, the Hexcore gave him a proper, functioning penis. No phalloplasty, no metoidioplasty. Just a good ole cyber cock.
Nice that he still has the Tarzan pubes. Hopefully it doesn't turn into the Nair asshole waxing story - if you want a true horror show, do not look that up on YT.
> There's silver left staining cunt like a spilled claim
*Staining his cunt
Staining Cunt sounds like a troon band.
> Few, fatless mouthfuls
Fatless mouthfuls of what?
It's interesting that this takes place during the Noxian standoff, and Jayce doesn't once bring up Cait's fascism arc. We're just gonna forget that for the corpse bride fucking, mmkay?
So, this fic is a psychological horror, meaning you aren't sure whether what's happening is real or not. For that, the author did capture that essence well; as the fic unfolds, you are left wondering whether Jayce is actually undergoing a transformation, fucking his friends ashes, or Viktor is really there (the second point actually happens) to assimilate him. Alcohol and depression are a helluva mix.
Kiramman has two Ms. And there you have it: Jayce fucks what is presumed to be Viktor's ashes in front of a bathroom mirror. If you are wondering why the sentences end without periods all of a sudden, that is deliberate; the author is trying to make it seem as if Jayce has disjointed thoughts and, more importantly, can't ejaculate or orgasm because of his grief.
> Empty hole
Funny how it's always transmen referring to themselves that way; empty holes meant to be filled up by gigantic phalluses, be they flesh or silicone.
> When he spreads his hole wide
Which one? The one with the dildo in it, or your vagina? Neat how he has Viktor's fingerprints all the way up to his uterus. He must be wild at parties.
We're to assume that Jayce buried Viktor, or something to that affect, but we have the classic case of an unreliable narrator. Jayce cannot be trusted as his mental state is completely fucked up. Which, on its own, is fine...but why make both of them trans? It literally changes nothing at all.
This is where Viktor, real or imagined or some third thing, appears and begins vivisecting Jayce like he's Ramsay Bolton. The author mentioned there'd be guro in this and she did deliver.
Yeah, lungs are rather sensitive. If he's squeezing it hard enough to strangle it, Jayce wouldn't be able to scream; he'd be wheezing. This tidbit is later forgotten as Jayce manages to speak normally just a few paragraphs on.
> Well loosened hole
Which one? His vagina or anus? That's the problem when you use 'hole' and you mean to use it for female genitalia rather than your shitter.
> Did you find satisfaction in my lap while I was dead beneath you?
So, not only did he fuck himself in front of his ashes (or, at least they are presumed to be) he bounced on his corpse too. I wonder what Hexzone Viktor thought about that.
I also wonder how Jayce is also able to speak since his tongue has been bitten in half. If you are writing gore, commit to the bit. He should be groaning and gurgling.
> His head cracking bathroom tile
She means, 'his head crack the bathroom tile'.
How can you scream if your lungs were 'strangled'? Did Viktor squeeze just a wee bit and let go?
> Competing tortures of pain and pleasure
Ah, this cliché.
> Silvery seed bubbles around his cock
Ah, so the Hexcore not only gave him a functioning penis, but functioning semen too. If this had never been tagged as such, you'd never know Viktor was trans. It makes me wonder what the point of making him trans was, unless she meant it in the literal sense.
Wow, he got him from the rump, too. Female reproductive organs are covered by several layers of muscle; Viktor must have sliced through them like wagyu steak.
So, was it real, or was it a dream? I'll admit this was rather interesting from a psychological horror perspective, but I don't understand why both of them needed to be trans. They function no differently without it, and the results would be the same. Second, I am not getting over the lung strangulation and tongue biting thing; you touch either of those, you aren't talking or screaming.
The real drama, though, was how this author reacted to Ghost - yes, the band - vs the content of her fic:
All this and they're more concerned about there not being enough guro for their Swedish band
Amazin'.OK, now for some actual horror.
There aren't many Warwick fics, the humanoid werewolf guy, in this fandom, so the one I did manage to find was him raping Viktor so Viktor can 'rediscover his humanity'.
I would not be calling your would-be boyfriend stupid in a situation like this (and he was never stupid to begin with). Yes, this appendage manages to go up past the sigmoid colon and into his stomach, because the deeper the better, right?
Homie, that cock is brushing against your LUNGS what do you mean it's just brushing against your prostate? Then he manages to ejaculate inside his stomach and that leads to Viktor vomiting up said semen along with his blood. Talk about getting your insides turned inside out.
Yes, you've been raped. Someone get the Mountain Monster men, there's a cryptid to be made into a wolf pelt.
Despite the brutal assault that tore out his rectum and stomach, Viktor decides the best way to get to Vander's humanity is to use himself as an anal flesh glove.
I wish I wasn't joking. The author wants to continue this in a multichapter fic, too.
I would not be calling your would-be boyfriend stupid in a situation like this (and he was never stupid to begin with). Yes, this appendage manages to go up past the sigmoid colon and into his stomach, because the deeper the better, right?
Homie, that cock is brushing against your LUNGS what do you mean it's just brushing against your prostate? Then he manages to ejaculate inside his stomach and that leads to Viktor vomiting up said semen along with his blood. Talk about getting your insides turned inside out.
Yes, you've been raped. Someone get the Mountain Monster men, there's a cryptid to be made into a wolf pelt.
Despite the brutal assault that tore out his rectum and stomach, Viktor decides the best way to get to Vander's humanity is to use himself as an anal flesh glove.
I wish I wasn't joking. The author wants to continue this in a multichapter fic, too.
Edited so as not to double post. This fic was also written for Dark JayVik week, with Jayce becoming an honorary Pajeet with his shenanigans.
Thank you author, for this dear end note:
Good to know. Let's get into this little rape-scapade, shall we?
Nice way to start off this fic by raping a 40 year old trans man on a bus. It really is something when it's always AFABs, FTMs, or whatever you want to call them, suffering at the consequences of penis havers and AMABs, no?
> The size difference is obscene; the younger man's hand spans more than half of the older man's leg
Jeez, you didn't need to out him with your DK mode hands (if the leggings didn't do it already).
In which Jayce cosplays as Andrew Tate.
> I'll make you fucking scream
I hope those people on the bus aren't wearing headphones, because they are loud enough to be heard. Though, on the negative side, you'd be surprised how many sexual assaults happen on buses with no one noticing. But it WOULD be hard to be quiet since Viktor's vagina squelches like a hollowed out raw chicken - no thanks to Jayce's Ninja blender fingers.
When these pooners write squirting, they always go above and beyond with it: always taking the outliers in (straight) or simulated porn and thinking most women can do that in real life. Fantasy or no, the sheer amounts of ejaculate these people produce could fill the coffers of an IVF clinic for decades.
Yep, they're doing in a public park. Nice.
He's slapping his vulva so hard Viktor's clit turns purple, and he doesn't think to stop. Imagine slapping someone (and really, how many people slap vaginas like that outside of porn?) so hard on their genitalia the most sensitive bit turns fucking purple. Someone needs their balls contorted.
> I'll keep training you so you never forget
In which an AMAB shows his place to an AFAB and all the AFAB can do is cower and take it. What is the author trying to say here?
I am surprised the author used 'mastectomy scars' and not 'top surgery scars' which will surely get her a no-no by the community. You are never supposed to refer to it as a mastectomy.
> Pain to pleasure
This cliché again.
> Yesh
That's a word I haven't heard since the YouTube prank calling days. What a throwback.
> Three fingers curl inside his hole
Which one? The vagina, or the one with the butt plug in it?
> C-c-c-can't!
T-t-t-t-oday, junior!
> I'm not a fucking teenager
You might as well be based on how Rapayce is acting here.
> Almost as wide as his wrist
So I assume it's 3''-4'' wide, and maybe 8''-9'' long. AKA a Coke can dick - the Hispanic Hog. The bigger, the better with these lasses, though I don't think they know how WIDE a penis that big actually means. Jayce would get dizzy before he's even able to put it in.
> His back hole
This woman is so fried on the trans bullshit she can't even use 'asshole' or 'anus'. That is not a gendered term because both sexes have it. Then we find out Viktor took six loads from other guys at his age! Wow!
> He's fucked at a ruthless pace that punches noise out of him with every thrust
> This pace continues for just over eight minutes
EIGHT MINUTES?! *whistles* My man must have taken meth or some kind of upper, because most normal men can't keep up at that pace for more than five. With a penis as girthy as his, I'm amazed he doesn't knock himself the fuck out. I guess adrenaline from being a rapist plows you through it (no pun intended).
I guess Jayce stopped in his eight minutes of fun to ejaculate inside Viktor's vagina, which would explain the 'globs' in there. And this is a 40 year old, not a 20 year old, so it would hurt much more and cause more physical damage.
One thing I notice with explicit fics like this is that they occupy a weird medium where the character can be clocked as male, therefore the rape doesn't 'hit' as hard because they are male, but they are a trans man, so they are female, so they undergo the same assault but you are still supposed to view them as male. It would not be as sexy if they were openly female, so this is a way to write female rape without the character being perceived as female. They can escape the usual clichés and criticisms, because this is a man, see. We're supposed to escape the limitations of objectification of gender, yet when its does come down to it, it's always the AFAB objectified by the AMAB. Strange, no?
Good to know. Let's get into this little rape-scapade, shall we?
Nice way to start off this fic by raping a 40 year old trans man on a bus. It really is something when it's always AFABs, FTMs, or whatever you want to call them, suffering at the consequences of penis havers and AMABs, no?
> The size difference is obscene; the younger man's hand spans more than half of the older man's leg
Jeez, you didn't need to out him with your DK mode hands (if the leggings didn't do it already).
In which Jayce cosplays as Andrew Tate.
> I'll make you fucking scream
I hope those people on the bus aren't wearing headphones, because they are loud enough to be heard. Though, on the negative side, you'd be surprised how many sexual assaults happen on buses with no one noticing. But it WOULD be hard to be quiet since Viktor's vagina squelches like a hollowed out raw chicken - no thanks to Jayce's Ninja blender fingers.
When these pooners write squirting, they always go above and beyond with it: always taking the outliers in (straight) or simulated porn and thinking most women can do that in real life. Fantasy or no, the sheer amounts of ejaculate these people produce could fill the coffers of an IVF clinic for decades.
Yep, they're doing in a public park. Nice.
He's slapping his vulva so hard Viktor's clit turns purple, and he doesn't think to stop. Imagine slapping someone (and really, how many people slap vaginas like that outside of porn?) so hard on their genitalia the most sensitive bit turns fucking purple. Someone needs their balls contorted.
> I'll keep training you so you never forget
In which an AMAB shows his place to an AFAB and all the AFAB can do is cower and take it. What is the author trying to say here?
I am surprised the author used 'mastectomy scars' and not 'top surgery scars' which will surely get her a no-no by the community. You are never supposed to refer to it as a mastectomy.
> Pain to pleasure
This cliché again.
> Yesh
That's a word I haven't heard since the YouTube prank calling days. What a throwback.
> Three fingers curl inside his hole
Which one? The vagina, or the one with the butt plug in it?
> C-c-c-can't!
T-t-t-t-oday, junior!
> I'm not a fucking teenager
You might as well be based on how Rapayce is acting here.
> Almost as wide as his wrist
So I assume it's 3''-4'' wide, and maybe 8''-9'' long. AKA a Coke can dick - the Hispanic Hog. The bigger, the better with these lasses, though I don't think they know how WIDE a penis that big actually means. Jayce would get dizzy before he's even able to put it in.
> His back hole
This woman is so fried on the trans bullshit she can't even use 'asshole' or 'anus'. That is not a gendered term because both sexes have it. Then we find out Viktor took six loads from other guys at his age! Wow!
> He's fucked at a ruthless pace that punches noise out of him with every thrust
> This pace continues for just over eight minutes
EIGHT MINUTES?! *whistles* My man must have taken meth or some kind of upper, because most normal men can't keep up at that pace for more than five. With a penis as girthy as his, I'm amazed he doesn't knock himself the fuck out. I guess adrenaline from being a rapist plows you through it (no pun intended).
I guess Jayce stopped in his eight minutes of fun to ejaculate inside Viktor's vagina, which would explain the 'globs' in there. And this is a 40 year old, not a 20 year old, so it would hurt much more and cause more physical damage.
One thing I notice with explicit fics like this is that they occupy a weird medium where the character can be clocked as male, therefore the rape doesn't 'hit' as hard because they are male, but they are a trans man, so they are female, so they undergo the same assault but you are still supposed to view them as male. It would not be as sexy if they were openly female, so this is a way to write female rape without the character being perceived as female. They can escape the usual clichés and criticisms, because this is a man, see. We're supposed to escape the limitations of objectification of gender, yet when its does come down to it, it's always the AFAB objectified by the AMAB. Strange, no?
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So much of this is just "what losing my virginity would be like if I was X and it was Y taking it" the fic.
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"oh yeah look at this bread"edit: forgot to link because i cringed too hard to check it out so here you go https://archiveofourown.org/works/63447961
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Coward.
Some advice...never, ever use italics or bold or all caps. Ever. You think you need them for emphasis. You don't. You may also think you're funny and able to deftly handle humorous situations in the fickle art of the written word......................................................but you can not.
The obsession with stilted, awkward declarations of consent is so lame. Even in crackfic. Especially in crackfic.
Spineless cowards! Commit to the bit!
Mostly it's just really bad puns.
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Hey, wasn't this a Theory of a Dead Man song? Never thought it'd include BDSM. Ah, well.
I'd be worried about water damage from a man that doesn't even dry himself off when he gets out of the shower.
> The two of them discussing the intricacies of shaving foam
Lemme guess, it involves putting it on Viktor's vulva and seeing if the sting is the right one. Hey, it helps to have predictive power.
> Patting his face dry with a hand towel
He never dried his body and now he's sitting on the coach. That thing is going to get mildew.
> I pay taxes, I can do what I want
You're going to need to pay a contractor to fix your floors when they start warping from water damage.
> Shut the fuck up, man
Smartest thing you've ever said, man.
> Drowning in one of Jayce's shirts
Literally, in this case.
> Viktor makes an excited noise
If you never told me he was trans, I'd clock him from this alone. Men rarely get this excited over candy unless it's laced with meth or cocaine.
So, this is a 'consensual non consent' fic, where everything is arranged beforehand. No actual rape occurs and they are fully aware of what's going on. It is unlike the fic I posted earlier where Viktor does indeed get raped in a public park. However, if you are worried about it leaning into true non-consent, it's time to bring out the shears.
Well, yeah. It's technically rape play. That word has a negative connotation for a reason.
This is where Jayce breaks character because Viktor honestly didn't mean to hurt him. I do appreciate scenes like this because you KNOW this character is not a rapist and the other does feel bad. This scene is what leads to the blood kink, as his nose bleeds for the rest of the scene.
Imagine if he actually broke his jaw, lmao. He's going to be eating from a straw for the next few weeks.
Gotta have those tiny, dainty hands somewhere!
I wonder what his high pitched voice sounds like. Does it sound more feminine or masculine.
> His busted nose finally stopped dripping
Hey, maybe you could have a scene with Gorilla Glue next time.
> The bitch you are
Weak. I would've expected, 'You fucking trans slut, that's all your good for, huh? Laying on your back and taking my dick. You fucking bitch woman, you.' Or is that too transphobic?
> He had to the foresight to get a ring gag, so he could push his fingers and cock past Viktor's pretty little lips
I wonder if the sequel will feature that.
> Bruising strength
It's a wonder how Jayce didn't break Viktor's jaw.
He's apathetic over the nipple play because FTMs usually don't have any feeling in that area. If they do, they have fried nerves, because the butchers only aim to cut out as much breast tissue as possible (as well as putting the nipples back in the wrong place). I am also not surprised he's turned on by the crying pooner; men seem to be turned on by women's tears.
And look at that. Rapunzel pubes! Always a staple. Shocker you can see the 'cock' through that hair. Jayce never seems to pick said hair from his teeth afterwards.
> He moves to eating Viktor out
For some reason, 'he moves to eat' sounds better.
> Bumps the underside of his cock with his tongue
Well it's not hard to do. You're dealing with something barely half the size of your thumb. There's not much to suck there, either.
Interesting how AFABs are always told they were 'made for cock', while men tend to brag about itThere's no 'fuck yeah I was made for your cock, baby' despite them allegedly being into it.
I would have expected more from a deepthroating scene, especially since Viktor rates this an 8/10. I would not rate this a 8/10 because the author didn't even bother with giving us the goodies. It only lasts one paragraph, and that's it.
> He looks like a painting
He looks more like a melted vanilla ice cream cone with strawberry sauce on it. It doesn't have as much artistic value when you look at it that way.
Yes, the author used 'cock' five times just in this screenshot to describe a clit. Amazing, no? More effort put on that than the blowjob scene.
I doubt it would have been better had it actually been between two men, because there was barely any sex to begin with. What a disappointment. I thought this would be one of those fics where the entire thing unfolds in a disaster no one can compare to; mango loco continues to be the reigning queen of bad fics.
I'd rate this a 4/10, and the high rating is because these characters agreed to their situation and there was no rape. The low rating is that, for 6k words, there is barely any sex - which is always the main selling point. More effort was put on Jayce's bleeding nose than the BJ or the fucking. Lame! Maybe the author will get inspired again by another author and put more effort into the smut.
Of course, here's the end note, plugging her Twitter with several hundred followers (she's also a software engineer that happens to be a true and honest woman, imagine that!).
Homie, there wasn't even that much BDSM to begin with. This is a beginner's version. It ain't shit until someone gets pissed on and electrocuted.
This Twitter user with 71 followers wanted to weave a tale of a boring office meeting gone sexual. No clickbait here - it's all in the details.
> Among other things
That can be added to the previous sentence
> Appinions
Yes, she wrote this instead of 'opinions'.
> Nor wished to partake
You already wrote that.
> Ammount
This isn't a one-time thing, either. She keeps writing it like that.
> Cliché cog design
It's more like a hexagon but whatever.
> Who sits how
Do you mean, 'who sits where'?
>Teethy
Do you mean 'toothy'?
> How is Viktor supposed to be the only one turned on by how damn brilliant his mind is?
Uh oh. That pussy is talking.
> Invented Hextech
You're co-inventors.
> Not want to fuck him stupid
And they say men are the ones with sex on the mind. This one wants to boink in an investor's meeting in front of dozens of people! Save it for the BDSM club!
> His body is a marvel, too, thick and strong is all the right places
You cannot tell me a woman didn't write this.
> Manage to end up fucking against the board
Yep, your token female fantasy right here.
Yes, he's doing this in front of other people. The draw is in the excitement of getting caught.
> Engineers with experience in magic-adjacent building projects
So...really none. In the original LoL lore, Jayce did not invent Hextech but perfected it; there were other engineers working on it. In this universe, he literally kickstarted the whole thing. Though it is assumed this takes place during the time skip so there is time for said engineers to emerge.
> Sue him for having the man of his dreams wrapped around his fingers, infatuated with his body and heat
Literally. Imagine if Jayce had to shake someone else's hand with Viktor's cum on it, yuck.
Now, notice how labia is used just fine, but clitoris is not. And that no one can hear that 'loud slick' despite the acoustics of the room.
> Puffy cunt
From what? He just started.
As I said earlier, if you can use labia, you can use clit. Come on, now.
Oh my. No mention of how big it is? For shame, for shame. I'm surprised nobody has notice how 'excited' Jayce is, yet.
Imagine if he did, in fact, slam his head onto the table and got a concussion. THAT would be some nice crack.
> Meeing
FFS. Did you not proofread this? Where's the T (no pun intended)?
> Thin-strung
This just sounds weird to me, TBH.
> Pulling his legs up and finger-fucking him knuckle-deep until he squirts onto the table so hard his vision whites
And spray everyone like a skunk? No thank you. You're gonna need a mop after that.
> Throw me on the table and fuck me, fuck me
They are really never escaping the 'we're women and we want to get fucked by hot guys in bizarre places' allegations. At least pack some hand sanitizer.
> Helping the noise he lets out spill by biting onto his lip
This does not make sense.
Ah, figures they'd do it in a cleaning supply closet. May/december, a wildly popular fic, also had them banging in a supply closet. Let's see if these two compare.
> With such wide grabs he almost closes his hands around his waist
I am literally so fucking tired of reading this line. Hundreds of times I've seen it, and I actually wonder if some autist took the time to measure it based on how confidently it's used. This makes me think Viktor is built like tight-lacer, not a normal human.
> Hardly the one about to get us into trouble
Homie, you started it. You're lucky Jayce didn't have to shake hands and force other people to smell that shit.
> Pubic hair soaked to the point it drools slick
Every time I read stuff like this, I think of spin brushes at a car wash: damp, soaked things ready to clean a windshield.
> Bitten kisses
Second time I've read that.
> His pretty, pretty cock
Any details?
> His well-stretched pussy
All that from two fingers? Boy is built like an elastic band.
> Jayce is so damn big, sinking so deep
So is he 10'' or the mythical 12''? Is he as thick as a Crispy Creme donut as he was in the roofie fic? C'mon, gimme some details. The Hispanic Hog needs to be measured!
> Sounded drunken
Sounded drunk sounds better, don't you think?
This sex dialogue makes me think these people are missing a chromosome. Sometimes, it's better not to write them stuttering during sex if you don't want me spitting out my drink.
> Down his damn wide back
It ain't just a back, it's a DAMN WIDE one. Wide load ahead!
> Oh fuc-ck-k
You trying to mimic a horse's hooves there, son?
> They'll hear -
> You have me finger you in, ah, a meeting -
Well, least we address that inconsistency. You'll never guess who catches them in the end.
> Bing manhandled by Jayce is so fucking hot
Of course. It's your basic AFAB getting pushed around and dicked down by a dick-haver. What's not to like?
> Fuck no, fuck me, you're ah, you're mine
Me when I finally get my Klondike bar
Every time I read HAH and NH and NNNGH it makes me think someone is choking on fish. You don't need to write this.
> Pushed hard out of his lungs to be kissed up along his throat
This doesn't make sense. He swallows his moans in a gasp, which sounds weird when you try to do it yourself, and now it's pushed out of his lungs to be kissed? What?
> He's so turned on it's a live wire in his stomach frying his whole brain into useless slop
This also doesn't make sense. Just put the live wire in your brain, because the brain has the synapses. Why mention the stomach at all?
> Spilling a wet mess that soaks up Jayce's cock and leaves clear, sticky threads between their groins
It ends up coating the lightbulb, too.
> Cum so much, cum inside, good boy, get to your peak with my thighs and pump your cum inside
He's having intercural sex at the moment. But he ends up ejaculating inside anyways, which makes me wonder what the point was as Viktor got overstimulated anyways.
> Post-nut delirium beats clarity every time.
Right. And when that clarity comes back, please proofread your work, you gooner.
> Glistening off the dull yellow ceiling light like a crime scene
This makes it seem Viktor's quirt went vertical and actually coated the lightbulb. Rather impressive physics if you ask me. Get Gavin Newsom here.
> I love you, uh - MHn - AH -
Whoa, there. Is someone having a stroke?
Always with the safety. And guess who has to clean up their mess? The janitor. You better hope no one gets their hands shook by these dirty creatures.
> Are you trying to make me want to suck you off
Pooners and horniness go hand in hand, but they still end up sounding like dick-obsessed women even while trying to sound like men. Sure, an actual gay man might say this, but they have a little more tact. Though I suppose it is fitting that they are literally coming out of a closet.
> Warm, big and safe hands
Always this obsession with big, beefy men with big hands that can rail them into a door. You ain't escaping those stereotypes, dood.
The poor janitor. Not only does he have to clean up their mess on the floor, he has to get a new lightbulb, too. I really do hope they washed their hands, because they aren't going to pass it off as maple syrup when they go to shake hands with investors. Should've packed some hand sanitizer.
Do you like sorcerers and a homage to Master Oogway? This fic is for you.
So he's like Saruman in Orthanc, watching as his orcs wage a war for him below, while the Tarnished wields the power of the Golden Order to smite him. Neat.
He can summon lightning from the sky but can't teleport - that's for Holy magic users only, scrub.
Despite all this talk about yearning and how the years have changed them, the author later forgets she ever wrote this and has Viktor wondering what, exactly, went wrong for them to hate each other. Turns out, Viktor was born with an accursed bloodline that allows him to harness chaos magic, which led to his expulsion from Piltover, discovered only when Jayce tried to save him. This leads to a back-and-forth exchange between the two that still leads to Viktor wondering what happened.
Right. See points above.
> Second son
That 'son' is a daughter; though I do wonder if magic was used to give him a more masculine appearance. Anything is possible.
BTW, Viktor 'killing' Jayce's mother is also dropped as a reason for their separation later in the fic.
> All Creator
AKA God, the Elden Beast, Exodia, whatever Insert Generic God of All Gods here for your D&D AU. He's here to dispense justice, Clint Eastwood style.
> Splattered ochre by his blood, but not through his skin
Yet he still cut his skin, because why would there be blood spatter if there are no open wounds? Shallow or not, neck cuts bleed a lot. You're next to an artery, after all!
> One wrong gesture and he can send the blade deep inside him
He better be careful because that blade can bounce off his ribs. You're supposed to go under the ribs, IIRC, That's where the juicy bits are.
> To mete out selfish punishment is to flout the law
Isn't that what he's doing?
> He supposes that they are both different men now
You made that clear with your 'years of separation' comment, as well as Jayce thinking you killed his mother. C'mon, now. No need to state the obvious.
> It's big enough to nearly circle around
Betting right now there's going to be the 'hands encircling his waist' cliché.
FLYING BOOTS?! Is this fucker trying to cosplay as Hermes? You should've called in the cheat code for the Jetpack! What a fucking loser. Knowing this in context, that said flying boot only work as fast as you can walk, only makes this worse. My man should've invested in gravity magic.
Of course. He's a man. You can't use magic to enhance your own muscle mass, no. You can't turn into Hoarah Loux, that's cheating!
> So I changed my mind
Spoilers, he didn't actually change his mind in that moment. He had it in his mind all along to rescue Viktor and fuck him in that elaborate shibari plot. Come to find out, the author DID base this on D&D and the smut scenes are all turn-based. Viktor and his retarded flying shoes comes from that.
That's right: it's never been about protecting his people or his nation, but wanting to feel safe and secure in a 'cis male's' arms and trade it all away for fucking and sucking dick. He's too busy talking about masturbation and how his fingers were too short to 'reach all the right spots' - get it, because women have smaller and shorter fingers than men - and how he just can't stop pining over a man he allegedly can't stop hating like an obsessive teenager. Talk about fem-brained.
How fucking convenient; he chose a different oath that apparently doesn't piss off his Creator and instead ties it to 'Vengeance', a concept that, in this case, just means 'fucking the shit out of the person you couldn't let go so they could admit that they were wrong and go back to your side.'
> But to make Viktor admit that he still held onto Jayce for all of these years
YOU ALREADY WROTE THIS, YOU RETARDED HEIFER. You already MADE IT CLEAR that he just couldn't stop pining and dreaming of his hunky paladin.
> He never once reached out
Turns out, he did, because he ends up casting a truth spell because it's still His Turn and he put all his points into Faith, and casts ropes to tie Viktor up in an elaborate shibari hold so he can confess that he just wanted to rape him just wanted to confess his love. He manage to do that, but all Viktor could do was casting a spell for flying fucking shoes. Maybe you should've rolled for Strength so you could get steel-toed boots.
"Yeah I just burned a bunch of your knights and watched you slaughter my people but what I really wanted was your footlong in my pussy." Priorities, am I right?
> His woeful need for love, for attention, no matter how much he's spent years otherwise
Otherwise doing WHAT? This is an incomplete sentence. Do you mean THINKING otherwise?
> As if to rid the filth in Viktor's being and wash him clean
Nice that he can just fuck the impurities out of him. Who cares about warring nations when a wizard is getting course corrected by dick?
> He loathes himself as he does, for giving up, giving in so easily, a hapless moth to the flame, never able to resist Jayce
AKA 'my female brain just can't resist his masculinity and big dick energy! I am going to give up all my morals because he made me wet! Tee hee!' Imagine writing such a stereotypical character while trying to pass them off as male. Pathetic.
> Chase for any friction for his own neglected cock
You really going to compare it to that Hog hanging between his legs?
> Copious amounts of slick
The author later forgets she wrote this and writes that Viktor has a hard time taking Jayce's 'massive length.'
> Fucking you so hard you can't even think about leaving me again
He left because he had accursed magic, and your Holy Order forbade him from being amongst your kind. Figures that the only solution to this is, again, a deep dicking.
> That Jayce couldn't, wouldn't care about him, not anymore
Oh, for fuck's sake. He JUST TOLD YOU he never regretted saving him with magic; why the fuck would you KEEP INSISTING that he didn't care? This 'waaaah he doesn't love me' is getting on my nerves.
> Even resorted to praying to the All Creator in his lowest moments
Before, or after, his masturbatory sessions?
> Hole
If you can use 'squirting and vaginal ejaculation' you can use vagina.
> His underprepared entrance
I recall him leaking 'copious amounts of slick' earlier. What happened?
> Had forgotten how big Jayce is
As he usually is. This is your typical 'big cock in tight pussy' fic, with some spicy straight action thrown in there.
> Molding Viktor's insides into the shape of Jayce
Hmm, where have I read that before? Ah yes, that Knight AU where it appeared Viktor was actually shaped like Jayce's dick after sex. Are we gonna get measurements for his man meat or do we need to roll for Intelligence to get that?
> Too much and not enough
Ah, this cliché.
> Always begging, craving to be loved - it embraces Jayce's command over him, wants nothing more than to let Jayce take over
If this was your basic male-female magician fuck fic, people would complain that the female character is too needy, too whiny, and too 'stereotypically feminine' as she basically lies down and takes it all from the male because he has a big penis. Make that female a trans man and suddenly it doesn't hit so hard, even when the AFAB is still dreaming and desiring to be pinned down and 'bred' properly.
> Jayce's cock is too much all of a sudden
It wasn't earlier. What, post-nut clarity hit you too early?
> If pushing for a second orgasm is what kills him instead of a blade
This is the umpteenth time the author has written about Viktor thinking sex is like getting stabbed. I'm of the mind he SHOULD get stabbed so he can stop whining.
> Hole clenching down on nothing
*Taps the 'squirting and vaginal ejaculation tag again*
> Needs Jayce's presence, Jayce's cock in him, needs the hollowness inside him to be filled
Selling out your country for some good dick. That's never happened before. Too bad no one is around to draw and quarter him for being a traitor.
> The large bulge of Jayce's dick
OK, OK, I am going with 12'' and some change.
> Centered only on the thick girth of Jayce's cock fucking into him
That's pretty much what his entire worldview is based on: getting fucked. No personality or drive, just...getting pounded. That's not stereotypical.
> Just like he always has been
He was so in tune he decided to wage war against the 'starters of this war' and then dropped the war so he can bang a magician who lost a war in a war he participated in to prevent his nation from being overtaken by war...yeah it's a mindfuck.
Imagine if Jayce actually made him vomit. I don't think a D&D spell can fix that.
> His cunt and cock
One of these is not AFAB language.
If this sounds like one of those hentai doujins where the girl gets filled up like a balloon, you'd be right. They take a lot of inspiration from anime porn. Now, the REAL question is: did Jayce cast a spell for that semen or is that au naturale?
> Keeping his hole warm and plugged
He sold out his nation for this, btw.
> Humid
> Cold enough to see your breath
Pick one. If it's humid enough to smell shit, that's a problem. Too much shit and you really don't want open flames on those walls.
Sooooooo what about Zaun? Your people who are now going to get invaded and slaughtered en masse, who WERE slaughtered in your courtyard? Nah, we're gonna leave and abscond with the sexy knight because fuck them, I need that dick!
Christ almighty.
Cool, but are you going to address the logical inconsistencies in your worldbuilding or did you roll too much on Retard? She put more effort into magic and spells that are only mentions a few times vs her own plot lines. I suppose abnormally large genitalia will do that to you.
I'd be worried about water damage from a man that doesn't even dry himself off when he gets out of the shower.
> The two of them discussing the intricacies of shaving foam
Lemme guess, it involves putting it on Viktor's vulva and seeing if the sting is the right one. Hey, it helps to have predictive power.
> Patting his face dry with a hand towel
He never dried his body and now he's sitting on the coach. That thing is going to get mildew.
> I pay taxes, I can do what I want
You're going to need to pay a contractor to fix your floors when they start warping from water damage.
> Shut the fuck up, man
Smartest thing you've ever said, man.
> Drowning in one of Jayce's shirts
Literally, in this case.
> Viktor makes an excited noise
If you never told me he was trans, I'd clock him from this alone. Men rarely get this excited over candy unless it's laced with meth or cocaine.
So, this is a 'consensual non consent' fic, where everything is arranged beforehand. No actual rape occurs and they are fully aware of what's going on. It is unlike the fic I posted earlier where Viktor does indeed get raped in a public park. However, if you are worried about it leaning into true non-consent, it's time to bring out the shears.
Well, yeah. It's technically rape play. That word has a negative connotation for a reason.
This is where Jayce breaks character because Viktor honestly didn't mean to hurt him. I do appreciate scenes like this because you KNOW this character is not a rapist and the other does feel bad. This scene is what leads to the blood kink, as his nose bleeds for the rest of the scene.
Imagine if he actually broke his jaw, lmao. He's going to be eating from a straw for the next few weeks.
Gotta have those tiny, dainty hands somewhere!
I wonder what his high pitched voice sounds like. Does it sound more feminine or masculine.
> His busted nose finally stopped dripping
Hey, maybe you could have a scene with Gorilla Glue next time.
> The bitch you are
Weak. I would've expected, 'You fucking trans slut, that's all your good for, huh? Laying on your back and taking my dick. You fucking bitch woman, you.' Or is that too transphobic?
> He had to the foresight to get a ring gag, so he could push his fingers and cock past Viktor's pretty little lips
I wonder if the sequel will feature that.
> Bruising strength
It's a wonder how Jayce didn't break Viktor's jaw.
He's apathetic over the nipple play because FTMs usually don't have any feeling in that area. If they do, they have fried nerves, because the butchers only aim to cut out as much breast tissue as possible (as well as putting the nipples back in the wrong place). I am also not surprised he's turned on by the crying pooner; men seem to be turned on by women's tears.
And look at that. Rapunzel pubes! Always a staple. Shocker you can see the 'cock' through that hair. Jayce never seems to pick said hair from his teeth afterwards.
> He moves to eating Viktor out
For some reason, 'he moves to eat' sounds better.
> Bumps the underside of his cock with his tongue
Well it's not hard to do. You're dealing with something barely half the size of your thumb. There's not much to suck there, either.
Interesting how AFABs are always told they were 'made for cock', while men tend to brag about it
There's no 'fuck yeah I was made for your cock, baby' despite them allegedly being into it.I would have expected more from a deepthroating scene, especially since Viktor rates this an 8/10. I would not rate this a 8/10 because the author didn't even bother with giving us the goodies. It only lasts one paragraph, and that's it.
> He looks like a painting
He looks more like a melted vanilla ice cream cone with strawberry sauce on it. It doesn't have as much artistic value when you look at it that way.
Yes, the author used 'cock' five times just in this screenshot to describe a clit. Amazing, no? More effort put on that than the blowjob scene.
I doubt it would have been better had it actually been between two men, because there was barely any sex to begin with. What a disappointment. I thought this would be one of those fics where the entire thing unfolds in a disaster no one can compare to; mango loco continues to be the reigning queen of bad fics.
I'd rate this a 4/10, and the high rating is because these characters agreed to their situation and there was no rape. The low rating is that, for 6k words, there is barely any sex - which is always the main selling point. More effort was put on Jayce's bleeding nose than the BJ or the fucking. Lame! Maybe the author will get inspired again by another author and put more effort into the smut.
Of course, here's the end note, plugging her Twitter with several hundred followers (she's also a software engineer that happens to be a true and honest woman, imagine that!).
Homie, there wasn't even that much BDSM to begin with. This is a beginner's version. It ain't shit until someone gets pissed on and electrocuted.
This Twitter user with 71 followers wanted to weave a tale of a boring office meeting gone sexual. No clickbait here - it's all in the details.
> Among other things
That can be added to the previous sentence
> Appinions
Yes, she wrote this instead of 'opinions'.
> Nor wished to partake
You already wrote that.
> Ammount
This isn't a one-time thing, either. She keeps writing it like that.
> Cliché cog design
It's more like a hexagon but whatever.
> Who sits how
Do you mean, 'who sits where'?
>Teethy
Do you mean 'toothy'?
> How is Viktor supposed to be the only one turned on by how damn brilliant his mind is?
Uh oh. That pussy is talking.
> Invented Hextech
You're co-inventors.
> Not want to fuck him stupid
And they say men are the ones with sex on the mind. This one wants to boink in an investor's meeting in front of dozens of people! Save it for the BDSM club!
> His body is a marvel, too, thick and strong is all the right places
You cannot tell me a woman didn't write this.
> Manage to end up fucking against the board
Yep, your token female fantasy right here.
Yes, he's doing this in front of other people. The draw is in the excitement of getting caught.
> Engineers with experience in magic-adjacent building projects
So...really none. In the original LoL lore, Jayce did not invent Hextech but perfected it; there were other engineers working on it. In this universe, he literally kickstarted the whole thing. Though it is assumed this takes place during the time skip so there is time for said engineers to emerge.
> Sue him for having the man of his dreams wrapped around his fingers, infatuated with his body and heat
Literally. Imagine if Jayce had to shake someone else's hand with Viktor's cum on it, yuck.
Now, notice how labia is used just fine, but clitoris is not. And that no one can hear that 'loud slick' despite the acoustics of the room.
> Puffy cunt
From what? He just started.
As I said earlier, if you can use labia, you can use clit. Come on, now.
Oh my. No mention of how big it is? For shame, for shame. I'm surprised nobody has notice how 'excited' Jayce is, yet.
Imagine if he did, in fact, slam his head onto the table and got a concussion. THAT would be some nice crack.
> Meeing
FFS. Did you not proofread this? Where's the T (no pun intended)?
> Thin-strung
This just sounds weird to me, TBH.
> Pulling his legs up and finger-fucking him knuckle-deep until he squirts onto the table so hard his vision whites
And spray everyone like a skunk? No thank you. You're gonna need a mop after that.
> Throw me on the table and fuck me, fuck me
They are really never escaping the 'we're women and we want to get fucked by hot guys in bizarre places' allegations. At least pack some hand sanitizer.
> Helping the noise he lets out spill by biting onto his lip
This does not make sense.
Ah, figures they'd do it in a cleaning supply closet. May/december, a wildly popular fic, also had them banging in a supply closet. Let's see if these two compare.
> With such wide grabs he almost closes his hands around his waist
I am literally so fucking tired of reading this line. Hundreds of times I've seen it, and I actually wonder if some autist took the time to measure it based on how confidently it's used. This makes me think Viktor is built like tight-lacer, not a normal human.
> Hardly the one about to get us into trouble
Homie, you started it. You're lucky Jayce didn't have to shake hands and force other people to smell that shit.
> Pubic hair soaked to the point it drools slick
Every time I read stuff like this, I think of spin brushes at a car wash: damp, soaked things ready to clean a windshield.
> Bitten kisses
Second time I've read that.
> His pretty, pretty cock
Any details?
> His well-stretched pussy
All that from two fingers? Boy is built like an elastic band.
> Jayce is so damn big, sinking so deep
So is he 10'' or the mythical 12''? Is he as thick as a Crispy Creme donut as he was in the roofie fic? C'mon, gimme some details. The Hispanic Hog needs to be measured!
> Sounded drunken
Sounded drunk sounds better, don't you think?
This sex dialogue makes me think these people are missing a chromosome. Sometimes, it's better not to write them stuttering during sex if you don't want me spitting out my drink.
> Down his damn wide back
It ain't just a back, it's a DAMN WIDE one. Wide load ahead!
> Oh fuc-ck-k
You trying to mimic a horse's hooves there, son?
> They'll hear -
> You have me finger you in, ah, a meeting -
Well, least we address that inconsistency. You'll never guess who catches them in the end.
> Bing manhandled by Jayce is so fucking hot
Of course. It's your basic AFAB getting pushed around and dicked down by a dick-haver. What's not to like?
> Fuck no, fuck me, you're ah, you're mine
Me when I finally get my Klondike bar
Every time I read HAH and NH and NNNGH it makes me think someone is choking on fish. You don't need to write this.
> Pushed hard out of his lungs to be kissed up along his throat
This doesn't make sense. He swallows his moans in a gasp, which sounds weird when you try to do it yourself, and now it's pushed out of his lungs to be kissed? What?
> He's so turned on it's a live wire in his stomach frying his whole brain into useless slop
This also doesn't make sense. Just put the live wire in your brain, because the brain has the synapses. Why mention the stomach at all?
> Spilling a wet mess that soaks up Jayce's cock and leaves clear, sticky threads between their groins
It ends up coating the lightbulb, too.
> Cum so much, cum inside, good boy, get to your peak with my thighs and pump your cum inside
He's having intercural sex at the moment. But he ends up ejaculating inside anyways, which makes me wonder what the point was as Viktor got overstimulated anyways.
> Post-nut delirium beats clarity every time.
Right. And when that clarity comes back, please proofread your work, you gooner.
> Glistening off the dull yellow ceiling light like a crime scene
This makes it seem Viktor's quirt went vertical and actually coated the lightbulb. Rather impressive physics if you ask me. Get Gavin Newsom here.
> I love you, uh - MHn - AH -
Whoa, there. Is someone having a stroke?
Always with the safety. And guess who has to clean up their mess? The janitor. You better hope no one gets their hands shook by these dirty creatures.
> Are you trying to make me want to suck you off
Pooners and horniness go hand in hand, but they still end up sounding like dick-obsessed women even while trying to sound like men. Sure, an actual gay man might say this, but they have a little more tact. Though I suppose it is fitting that they are literally coming out of a closet.
> Warm, big and safe hands
Always this obsession with big, beefy men with big hands that can rail them into a door. You ain't escaping those stereotypes, dood.
The poor janitor. Not only does he have to clean up their mess on the floor, he has to get a new lightbulb, too. I really do hope they washed their hands, because they aren't going to pass it off as maple syrup when they go to shake hands with investors. Should've packed some hand sanitizer.
Do you like sorcerers and a homage to Master Oogway? This fic is for you.
So he's like Saruman in Orthanc, watching as his orcs wage a war for him below, while the Tarnished wields the power of the Golden Order to smite him. Neat.
He can summon lightning from the sky but can't teleport - that's for Holy magic users only, scrub.
Despite all this talk about yearning and how the years have changed them, the author later forgets she ever wrote this and has Viktor wondering what, exactly, went wrong for them to hate each other. Turns out, Viktor was born with an accursed bloodline that allows him to harness chaos magic, which led to his expulsion from Piltover, discovered only when Jayce tried to save him. This leads to a back-and-forth exchange between the two that still leads to Viktor wondering what happened.
Right. See points above.
> Second son
That 'son' is a daughter; though I do wonder if magic was used to give him a more masculine appearance. Anything is possible.
BTW, Viktor 'killing' Jayce's mother is also dropped as a reason for their separation later in the fic.
> All Creator
AKA God, the Elden Beast, Exodia, whatever Insert Generic God of All Gods here for your D&D AU. He's here to dispense justice, Clint Eastwood style.
> Splattered ochre by his blood, but not through his skin
Yet he still cut his skin, because why would there be blood spatter if there are no open wounds? Shallow or not, neck cuts bleed a lot. You're next to an artery, after all!
> One wrong gesture and he can send the blade deep inside him
He better be careful because that blade can bounce off his ribs. You're supposed to go under the ribs, IIRC, That's where the juicy bits are.
> To mete out selfish punishment is to flout the law
Isn't that what he's doing?
> He supposes that they are both different men now
You made that clear with your 'years of separation' comment, as well as Jayce thinking you killed his mother. C'mon, now. No need to state the obvious.
> It's big enough to nearly circle around
Betting right now there's going to be the 'hands encircling his waist' cliché.
FLYING BOOTS?! Is this fucker trying to cosplay as Hermes? You should've called in the cheat code for the Jetpack! What a fucking loser. Knowing this in context, that said flying boot only work as fast as you can walk, only makes this worse. My man should've invested in gravity magic.
Of course. He's a man. You can't use magic to enhance your own muscle mass, no. You can't turn into Hoarah Loux, that's cheating!
> So I changed my mind
Spoilers, he didn't actually change his mind in that moment. He had it in his mind all along to rescue Viktor and fuck him in that elaborate shibari plot. Come to find out, the author DID base this on D&D and the smut scenes are all turn-based. Viktor and his retarded flying shoes comes from that.
That's right: it's never been about protecting his people or his nation, but wanting to feel safe and secure in a 'cis male's' arms and trade it all away for fucking and sucking dick. He's too busy talking about masturbation and how his fingers were too short to 'reach all the right spots' - get it, because women have smaller and shorter fingers than men - and how he just can't stop pining over a man he allegedly can't stop hating like an obsessive teenager. Talk about fem-brained.
How fucking convenient; he chose a different oath that apparently doesn't piss off his Creator and instead ties it to 'Vengeance', a concept that, in this case, just means 'fucking the shit out of the person you couldn't let go so they could admit that they were wrong and go back to your side.'
> But to make Viktor admit that he still held onto Jayce for all of these years
YOU ALREADY WROTE THIS, YOU RETARDED HEIFER. You already MADE IT CLEAR that he just couldn't stop pining and dreaming of his hunky paladin.
> He never once reached out
Turns out, he did, because he ends up casting a truth spell because it's still His Turn and he put all his points into Faith, and casts ropes to tie Viktor up in an elaborate shibari hold so he can confess that he
"Yeah I just burned a bunch of your knights and watched you slaughter my people but what I really wanted was your footlong in my pussy." Priorities, am I right?
> His woeful need for love, for attention, no matter how much he's spent years otherwise
Otherwise doing WHAT? This is an incomplete sentence. Do you mean THINKING otherwise?
> As if to rid the filth in Viktor's being and wash him clean
Nice that he can just fuck the impurities out of him. Who cares about warring nations when a wizard is getting course corrected by dick?
> He loathes himself as he does, for giving up, giving in so easily, a hapless moth to the flame, never able to resist Jayce
AKA 'my female brain just can't resist his masculinity and big dick energy! I am going to give up all my morals because he made me wet! Tee hee!' Imagine writing such a stereotypical character while trying to pass them off as male. Pathetic.
> Chase for any friction for his own neglected cock
You really going to compare it to that Hog hanging between his legs?
> Copious amounts of slick
The author later forgets she wrote this and writes that Viktor has a hard time taking Jayce's 'massive length.'
> Fucking you so hard you can't even think about leaving me again
He left because he had accursed magic, and your Holy Order forbade him from being amongst your kind. Figures that the only solution to this is, again, a deep dicking.
> That Jayce couldn't, wouldn't care about him, not anymore
Oh, for fuck's sake. He JUST TOLD YOU he never regretted saving him with magic; why the fuck would you KEEP INSISTING that he didn't care? This 'waaaah he doesn't love me' is getting on my nerves.
> Even resorted to praying to the All Creator in his lowest moments
Before, or after, his masturbatory sessions?
> Hole
If you can use 'squirting and vaginal ejaculation' you can use vagina.
> His underprepared entrance
I recall him leaking 'copious amounts of slick' earlier. What happened?
> Had forgotten how big Jayce is
As he usually is. This is your typical 'big cock in tight pussy' fic, with some spicy straight action thrown in there.
> Molding Viktor's insides into the shape of Jayce
Hmm, where have I read that before? Ah yes, that Knight AU where it appeared Viktor was actually shaped like Jayce's dick after sex. Are we gonna get measurements for his man meat or do we need to roll for Intelligence to get that?
> Too much and not enough
Ah, this cliché.
> Always begging, craving to be loved - it embraces Jayce's command over him, wants nothing more than to let Jayce take over
If this was your basic male-female magician fuck fic, people would complain that the female character is too needy, too whiny, and too 'stereotypically feminine' as she basically lies down and takes it all from the male because he has a big penis. Make that female a trans man and suddenly it doesn't hit so hard, even when the AFAB is still dreaming and desiring to be pinned down and 'bred' properly.
> Jayce's cock is too much all of a sudden
It wasn't earlier. What, post-nut clarity hit you too early?
> If pushing for a second orgasm is what kills him instead of a blade
This is the umpteenth time the author has written about Viktor thinking sex is like getting stabbed. I'm of the mind he SHOULD get stabbed so he can stop whining.
> Hole clenching down on nothing
*Taps the 'squirting and vaginal ejaculation tag again*
> Needs Jayce's presence, Jayce's cock in him, needs the hollowness inside him to be filled
Selling out your country for some good dick. That's never happened before. Too bad no one is around to draw and quarter him for being a traitor.
> The large bulge of Jayce's dick
OK, OK, I am going with 12'' and some change.
> Centered only on the thick girth of Jayce's cock fucking into him
That's pretty much what his entire worldview is based on: getting fucked. No personality or drive, just...getting pounded. That's not stereotypical.
> Just like he always has been
He was so in tune he decided to wage war against the 'starters of this war' and then dropped the war so he can bang a magician who lost a war in a war he participated in to prevent his nation from being overtaken by war...yeah it's a mindfuck.
Imagine if Jayce actually made him vomit. I don't think a D&D spell can fix that.
> His cunt and cock
One of these is not AFAB language.
If this sounds like one of those hentai doujins where the girl gets filled up like a balloon, you'd be right. They take a lot of inspiration from anime porn. Now, the REAL question is: did Jayce cast a spell for that semen or is that au naturale?
> Keeping his hole warm and plugged
He sold out his nation for this, btw.
> Humid
> Cold enough to see your breath
Pick one. If it's humid enough to smell shit, that's a problem. Too much shit and you really don't want open flames on those walls.
Sooooooo what about Zaun? Your people who are now going to get invaded and slaughtered en masse, who WERE slaughtered in your courtyard? Nah, we're gonna leave and abscond with the sexy knight because fuck them, I need that dick!
Christ almighty.
Cool, but are you going to address the logical inconsistencies in your worldbuilding or did you roll too much on Retard? She put more effort into magic and spells that are only mentions a few times vs her own plot lines. I suppose abnormally large genitalia will do that to you.
Oh that's nothing. There's one fic that was deleted, but had a plot about taking out Emmanuel Macron. Someone had told the user that they were Fedposting and you shouldn't be writing about politicians like that in the first place.The obsession with stilted, awkward declarations of consent is so lame. Even in crackfic. Especially in crackfic.
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Genuine question - why are there fanfics on Goodreads? I guess there's no legal copyright reason to disallow it but I don't understand it. I was always under the impression that Goodreads was for actual books.
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It's been a point of discussion on GR for over a decade. I kind of see the point; if any self-published book can be put onto GR, why not fanfic? Fanfic authors are split on it. Some don't want their stories on GR and some do. Being on GR gives your story a lot more exposure, if you care for it. But that also comes with a lot more criticism.
A lot of fanfic authors agree with you, that fanfic isn't a real "book."
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I think I personally wouldn't mind having my fics put up on Goodreads, but I sure would be baffled by it.
There are definitely fanfics out there that are better than some published books, so I'm not sure I would say fanfiction isn't "real" literature specifically, but yeah, it's obviously not the same category as even something that got self-published. At the end of the day, even if the fic manages to be better written than the literal source material, even if it has official or semi-official acknowledgement/support (e.g. there were some DS9 scriptfics that actually got acted by the original actors on Zoom back during covid)... it's still not canon or even quasicanon. There's still a dividing line of continuity between fanfiction and, say, officially licensed novels that are literally no different from fanfiction in any way other than having the official license.
(Speaking of which, I really miss the days when some franchises would put out a shitload of officially licensed novels that basically anyone could write as long as they managed to make it past the publishing gate. A lot of these novels didn't even bother to have continuity with each other. If they hadn't gotten the license, then most or all of them probably would have been uploaded on some ancient usenet group!)
There are definitely fanfics out there that are better than some published books, so I'm not sure I would say fanfiction isn't "real" literature specifically, but yeah, it's obviously not the same category as even something that got self-published. At the end of the day, even if the fic manages to be better written than the literal source material, even if it has official or semi-official acknowledgement/support (e.g. there were some DS9 scriptfics that actually got acted by the original actors on Zoom back during covid)... it's still not canon or even quasicanon. There's still a dividing line of continuity between fanfiction and, say, officially licensed novels that are literally no different from fanfiction in any way other than having the official license.
(Speaking of which, I really miss the days when some franchises would put out a shitload of officially licensed novels that basically anyone could write as long as they managed to make it past the publishing gate. A lot of these novels didn't even bother to have continuity with each other. If they hadn't gotten the license, then most or all of them probably would have been uploaded on some ancient usenet group!)
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I don't think I ever would've wanted by fics on GR or anything like that. The appeal of fandom and fic for me was that it was its own thing and done completely for the hell of it. It's not that someone couldn't have took it seriously in the sense they thought it was done well but that it needed to exist in its own world for its own reasons and that didn't really have a lot of overlap with "traditional" original works and publishing. But that's just me.
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The other thing about Goodreads is that one of the best things that distinguishes fanfiction from regular literature is that with fanfiction, the default is that you can directly interact with the author and comment on the fic. You can't do that with books, being able to give direct feedback only happens in niche situations like if you happen to personally know the author or manage to finagle a conversation at a book signing. (Plus, fanfiction is virtually the only form of serialized literature that still exists in the west, so being able to directly interact with the author of an in-progress multichapter fic is especially pertinent since there's a nonzero chance you'll actually influence upcoming chapters.) Reviewing/commenting on fics on a third party website seems to defeat the point - unless it's specifically a place like this where we don't actually want the authors to see what we're saying. Goodreads doesn't seem to fit that bill...
ETA: Before anyone asks, yes, I do find it annoying when people talk about fics on tumblr/twitter/discord/whatever without also commenting on the fic itself first.
ETA: Before anyone asks, yes, I do find it annoying when people talk about fics on tumblr/twitter/discord/whatever without also commenting on the fic itself first.
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Speaking of published books, some of them have sensitivity readers to make sure that any touchy subject is 'proofread' and 'suitable for modern audiences', such as discussions of race, prostitution, transgenderism, etc. The author who does podfic for softestpunk ended up getting her fic sensitivity read by escyn, the same artist I posted in the SJW thread for her atrocious art. Before I get into the fic, this is the work done by said sensitivity reader:
That is supposed to be Zuko on the bottom, and Sokka at the top. With that in mind, let's begin. The fic is here.
Yes, Jayce is calling a sex line, surprised as I am that they're even still in business, so he can fulfill a challenge. What is this challenge, you might ask? Read on.
> Please shut up and get to the point I do not have time for this
Probably the only line that adequately describes my mood. 9k words for this - let's see how much info and character development Tsundere can cram in here.
> Maye he is and decided he doesn't have the patience for them?
Why is this a question? It may seem innocuous at first, but it later devolves into Jayce doing it all the fucking time. It gets annoying real quick.
> That's probably some kind of stereotype, right?
Yeah. But that's not the worst one.
> Any item
> A vibrator
And so we have our plot: Jayce wants to build the best vibrator there is - for AFABs, for starters. Nothing for men, because they aren't first for once. Who better to call than a sex worker?
> Wondering what I call you
This was beta'ed by the author's 'brother', which I assume is a transman. She missed, 'Wondering what I should call you.' Or, 'Wondering what I can call you.'
He has limited knowledge on sexual paraphernalia despite doing 'extensive research' by reading Amazon reviews when there is more to a sex toy than how it works inside a vagina. It's the mechanics, the materials used, the vibrations, etc. You would think that a man who never backs down from a challenge would actually be calling more than phone sex operators and would actually be calling the manufacturers because they are the ones who design it. A sex worker is only going to tell you how well it WORKS, they are not going to give you the raw materials.
This, I assume, is where the sensitivity reader came in: the author probably has never written trans Viktor before, and since there are so many pooners in this fandom it can be a minefield on what to write without them losing their shit. I assume the author did not want to be transphobic as that is an immediate end to their fandom career, so she had someone with shitty art read through it and make sure Jayce was not an evil transphobe who made irrational decisions such as 'only women have vaginas'. Men can have them too, he learns, and that Viktor happens to be a man with a vagina.
He isn't the only one who squirms around the use of 'vagina' - these authors just outright refuse to use it outside of tags. I wonder if she will use 'hole' when it comes to the smut or will just revert back to pussy or cunt. We'll see.
> Jayce hates that Viktor might think that Jayce might think there is
Well that's quite a tongue twister. Do you mean, 'He hates that Viktor might think that there's a problem, when there isn't.' We will never have a man turned off by a 'man with a vagina' in these fics, because transphobia is the worst crime you can commit. You can trash actual women all you like, but don't you dare insult a pooner.
> I could tell you? What I look like?
This doesn't need? To be written like this? It just makes you sound feminine? Because being too forward might offend people? You can just make a statement, because that's what it is?
> Jayce almost says 'big everything' but bites his tongue
Alright, place your bets. Are we betting on 10'' or 12'' for the Hispanic Hog? Girth is anything you want; the winner is still the one where he gets roofied.
> He isn't trying to make himself sound like an Adonis or anything
You just sound like an insecure faggot, who happens to have the body pooners want. Chad Thundercock can really get away with anything.
> Sometimes I have to wear glasses?
Why are you still posing this as a question?
> Is that, like, a rule?
Can you, like, talk normally? Even shitlib Californians don't talk like this.
> Constants
Her brother never spotted this, but she meant 'consonants'.
> He hasn't had sex this way, and there's something exciting about the whole exchange
Sex what way? Over the phone, or with a tranny? Is it a different kind of vagina now that a man has one?
> Able to be manhandled because sometimes Jayce likes to show off something that isn't his brain
AKA he wants a smol uwu trans boi that he can use as a mobile fleshlight, and Viktor happens to check off all those boxes.
> You mean for the toy to be internal, to some degree
If Jayce had done research -as the author wrote him doing - he should at least know the difference. As it so happens, he does not, and we're just going to ignore that in favour of a roidclit being called a cock.
> Three or four inches should suffice
Only for toys reaching the G-spot. It doesn't for an actual penis. It certainly doesn't for our Hispanic Hog.
> Thinking of slender, pale thighs over his shoulder, a wet, musky heat
But can it be made into a Yankee candle? Pooners also love their pale males, so white men stay fucking winning.
> His tongue on Viktor's sex
Oh yeah, I bet we'll be seeing this when they actually meet up. There's another twist coming up, and it will totally shock you.
> He hadn't blown sex toy construction of of proportion
He doesn't even know the basics of it and asked a transman for help. You can't really blow it out of proportion when you want to make the best thing on the market.
> How much more information does he need to construct an adequate vibrator?
You need the raw materials, materials that do not cause micro-abrasions in the vagina, quality materials, non-toxic materials, long lasting batteries (maybe a waterproof mode), one for clitoral stimulation and G-spot stimulation, etc. You're an engineer making something in a saturated market. There are always more questions.
> Tell me?
This doesn't need to be made a question?
> Strong hands
Grab his strong hand, Cindy!
> Viktor, slim and pale
We love our male (fe)males here, don't we folks? They're the best around, the best in the world.
> Perhaps even too well
I guess we'll find out how big our Hispanic Hog is when they start fucking.
> You could change my mind, couldn't you? Fuck me just right so that I'd need what only you could give me?
Either this is a clue that Viktor doesn't actually like penetration (but will once a nice big dick comes along), or it's an oversight by the author.
> Viktor struggling, just a little, to take him inch by thick because no person or toy has ever been bigger than Jayce
Jayce has no knowledge of sexual paraphernalia and the author said as much. There are indeed toys bigger than any genitalia known in the human species (see Bad Dragon), and if you've visited or seen the Furry fandom than the bigger the better. I assume he is around 11-12'' in this, and probably 3'' thick, as he usually is.
> More than three or four inches
Probably four times that.
Is Viktor a Clicker? I was going to say that, despite Jayce's weird habit? Of talking like this? Viktor's lines are far superior and he actually has the sexual tension and drive. Most of these authors, despite the other shit they write, DO at least capture that aspect of him, so it makes these more tolerable to read. But hiccupping and throat clicks? Are you beatboxing?
You need more than motors, lad. You need batteries and a manufacturer. Anyways, here comes the twist...the phone number he called never belonged to a proper phone sex operator. It was just Viktor's private cellphone and he rolled with it.
And then they meet in college, because they happen to share the same class. Here begins Act II, where they take their phone sex shenanigans and make them real.
We love our pale males, don't we folks? Porcelain, moonstone, creamy as milk...white skin is the best.
> Persay
This a common misspelling, because the actual term is 'per se'. Guess the brother never caught that.
Like I said earlier, I don't give a damn for Jayce here, because his dialogue was absolutely shitty in the beginning with? Making questions out of everything? But it seems to have tapered off here. Viktor is the one with the better stage presence, as it were, and he owns the show. Even during the phone sex scene, I was more interested in him than Jayce, Hispanic Hog or not.
He also didn't know Viktor was a trans man until Viktor clarified for him, and that did not have an inappropriate air because the author had a 'sensitivity reader'. God forbid anyone actually be offensive.
You would think Jayce would be interested in chemistry or take it as a requisite class, and use a respirator or other filtering equipment when trying to make it in his own kitchen. Walter White was making meth in a trailer and he had protective equipment you could buy at a hardware store.
> And wow. Okay
Enough with this quirky, stating-the-obvious shit. It's one thing if you make it seem as if it's part of a character's internal thoughts. Out loud it just sounds retarded.
> The implication that a sex toy designed by him might be somehow better
You got into this because of a dare by Vi, remember? You wanted to make your invention stand out in a saturated market. Having Viktor confirm that it is indeed better should not be a shock but a confirmation that you are on the right track. You should be preening. But no, somehow Jayce forget how he got into this in the first place because I don't think the author remembered either.
Hopefully you can get a better fume hood or call Walter White for tips.
Granted, this was not as bad as the other fics I've reviewed here. The weakest bits are, of course, the 'sensitivity reader' and Jayce talking? Like this? And forgetting what he even called Viktor for in the end. He wanted to make a better sex toy, the end. He found out Viktor was trans, no biggie. He had the best orgasm of his life. Sequel? I bet you there will be one where they will hook up. Maybe next time she'll ditch the sensitivity reader and just write what's on her mind, vs picking one whose art would get her arrested in the UK for 'promoting racial stereotypes'.
Fiveblessings is an author I've mentioned here before, and she is part of a Discord server with CordeliaCordate, an author whose works I recognized in the HOTD fandom and who was accused of accusing others of plagiarism and generally being an all-around bitch - to the point people were making bookmark comments to not interact with her. There are 98 people in that server, and fiveblessings is one of the more popular ones. She has 1000 followers on Twitter, deleted her private, spicy twitter, and treats us to her stalking fic.
> Would come to be such a symbol of terror Viktor
This should read: "...would come to be such a symbol of terror, Viktor would have laughed." The comma is in the wrong place.
> Please remember to smile tomorrow
What a transphobe, telling a transman to smile. You know it's only men who tell women to do that, right? If he wanted to be gender affirming he should have told him to hit the gym and get some gains.
> Striped
*Stripped
Turns out, he's right. Turns out, this stalker is none other than Jayce.
A full week? Man, that milk must be spoiled to shit. I wholly understand stalking victims not leaving their homes for weeks or months because of the utter fear, but there is a little bit of cheeky humour in this because the fridge was already filled with spoiled food BEFORE the stalking. Too bad gun ownership isn't a thing in Piltover because I'd be saying that if our boy wants to go fingerfucking, he can start by picking his brains off the ceiling.
You normally don't see many stalking fics where such detail is done to men; it always seems to be done to women. It's supposed to have a more erotic tint because it occupies that gray zone between not-man and not-woman.
> Their housewife and broodmare
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA. You can't be out here calling transmen 'housewives', because 'wife' is a term for women! What are you, some kind of TERF? Broodmares are also female! Are you reducing Viktor to his female genitalia? You fucking transphobe, you.
> They could have taken Viktor against his will and made good on their promise to breed him
He's scared of that NOW, but when he rushes to Jayce's arms for protection, he gets right on his knees and starts sucking his dick. No, I am not joking.
> Did they?
Yes? You have been having mental breakdowns for months. Why is this a question?
> I can cook or I can clean for you
> Be a trans man
> You are being stalked by a man
> Offer to cook, clean and suck cock at the house of your male friend
> Do not realize these are some absolutely degrading female stereotypes
Just Pooner Things.
And I was not joking about the dick sucking part. He is doing this SECONDS AFTER crying and having a mental breakdown. Priorities.
Yes, Jayce is our Hispanic Hog and it is going to put it to good use. There is a line later on where Viktor calls himself a 'cockhungry whore', and I have to agree; you just ran to your best friend (and hidden stalker) that you cannot go back home and are mentally breaking down, and the first thing you do is get on your knees and start sucking dick. So much for safety and stability; this is just another case of a pooner throwing out morals and logic because of a well-hung man.
Lemme guess. There's going to be the 'his hands were so big they encircled his waist' thing. That line is everywhere.
> He pushes down any of the apprehension that rears his head
Again, a very female thing to do because we do not want to piss off an aroused male that happens to be crushing us.
> Your cunt speared on my cock
Like a rotisserie chicken, am I right?
> Judging by the weight of it against Viktor's tummy, Jayce's cock must be huge. It'll be a stretch, but it's stupid how much Viktor wants it
Indeed it is. He forgot about all of his problems for the promise of 10-12'' dick. If it's 'bobbing menacingly' it's safe to say it's Coke can sized.
To be fair, you ARE one. You were scared and frightened of someone stalking you and the first thing you do is...suck dick. Fitting for an FTM.
> Rim gapes a little when he finally deems Viktor ready
Man, he really does have DK mode hands.
> His entrance clenching whorishly
I love how an implied virgin is now a 'whore' for something the vagina naturally does. But in this case, it is true, because Viktor was the one who leapt to suck his stalker's dick when he was having a breakdown.
> Carving out a Jayce-sized shape for himself to fill
This is the third time I've read a passage where Viktor would be fucked into the shape of Jayce's dick. Guess he has the amorphous form of a cookie cutter.
> When Jayce is finally balls-deep in Viktor's cunt, leaving him so impossibly full
I wager he's around 10-12'', as is the average. There is a bulge, and the classic 'he could feel him in his guts/throat'.
Never mind. We might not have him 'deep in his throat', but his guts are being rearranged.
> He might scream when he comes
> Viktor's not entirely sure
Pick one.
> His come coating his insides and marking him as his own
This is the only thing he's concerned about, btw. Not his safety or future, but being bred like a mare. Priorities.
Convenient that the transman doesn't remember if he took his birth control and now is ecstatic at the idea of getting pregnant and baby trapping Jayce, because all these fics boil down to is the innate desire to breed with a well-hung man and have his children. Interesting, though, how he forgets to take birth control but not his testosterone.
> The flood of come that pours into him seems to go on forever
What can I say? He ejaculates like a horse. He's a mobile sperm bank.
> The thought doesn't scare him as nearly as much as it should
You already wrote you'd love to have Jayce's baby, meaning the thought didn't scare you at all. This sentence is redundant.
Jayce still staying in Viktor while going soft isn't going to be fun, because vaginas can clench down and not let go like a crab's claw. He'll be screaming to get out and that pooner's lil snatch won't open up. That aside, hope you enjoy those UTIs for not urinating after sex.
Nothing manlier than the transman being forced into domestic duties by the AMAB because he can't do it himself. How very revealing.
> The cleaning, cooking, fucking, sleeping
Betty Friedan called. She wants you to read the 'Feminine Mystique' and get the fuck out of there - as well as burn your Judith Butler collection. Who knew pooners loved the 1950's? Except we have SSRIs instead of valium.
And there he discovers that Jayce was his stalker all along, that he was led into a trap, and that all his insecurities were preyed upon and he was groomed to become a bangmaid, because for all their attempts to write transmen as True and Honest Men, the AMAB always takes advantage of the AFAB. They fucking know what sex does the cooking and cleaning and who is subservient in sex. Out of the mouths of progressives.
Guess Viktor couldn't have learned from Wuornos. He decided he'd become a Brandon Teena instead. RETVRN to male-female IPV rates.
Edited for additional content. Nothing says homoerotic like having a bunch of kids in a nice cabin by the stream, eh?
"Yes I ended the world but I deserve love and affection from my blorbo and you can all just fuck off, I don't need to take no accountability" - Viktor, probably
> He blinks his eyes open to a blazing sun
Too bad it didn't blind him.
> He must look like a madman, but no one is here and Jayce knows he's a madman
The trees are made of trees
> He is as clothed as the moment he was born
He was born in a waistcoat? Cool.
> He does not deserve it. He lusts for it like nothing else
The author, Ken - who is, of course, trans - writes this three times, and thinks the solution to ending the world and earning forgiveness is to sit down and plop out children. I am not kidding - this is a plot point.
> Pieces that were always meant to be connected
Fitting as you both have complementary genitalia.
> His cock is throbbing along with the beating of his heart, harder than he has been in recent human memory
Do not compare that 1-2 inch eraser to male genitalia, especially as Jayce is always written as well-endowed in these fics. It's just in-your-face humour the pooner is too autistic to grasp.
> Royal blue to the sky
That blanket is more midnight blue, but it depends on the lighting.
> Jayce is decidedly not a small man, and he is more than satisfactory here as well
And you want to compare your roid clit to that. OK.
> Singing straight to his warning cunt
Do you mean, 'warming cunt'? My cunt would be sending out warnings, too.
> To the hair at his mound
Always gotta have the Rapunzel pubes. Finding the roid clit must be like discovering rose thorns in a thicket - you have to keep digging to find it.
> Hole
And you want to talk about pregnancy and kids. Alright, alright.
> Jayce's finger is thick, spreading him nicely
We find out that two of Jayce's fingers are three of Viktor's, which mean he really does have a trans man's uwu smol hand.
> He goes to say something along the lines of too cheesy
Because it is. They say, 'I love you' during the fuck session 19 times, just to hammer home the fact a woman wrote this and not an actual gay man, because men don't write such sappy shit (and to be fair, even most women do not go overkill with it). It's just pathetic. T can never give them male brains, even when they insist otherwise.
From 'the stretch is exquisite' to 'the stretch is immense', Jayce goes full DK mode with his hands - and yes, there is that fucking 'his waist is so small' line.
Viktor's vagina clenches a lot - six times, in fact - and he insists on telling Jayce he loves him while orgasming, which is impressive because most people just moan and groan during that moment.
Very gay, to have your gay couple cry their hearts out, hug, kiss and say 'I love you' 19 times while gay men would probably say it once, get a quick confession, and then fuck.
> He can feel it in his corporeal threat
There's this cliché, too. Oh, and you need an actual dick for frottage, not a roid clit.
> Oh, fuck, Jayce says, intelligently.
A very, 'Dumbledore asked calmly' moment.
> He'd lick it up like candy
Well you do a good job taking that pounding like a Hostess machine.
> Both of them drawing pleasure from the other in pleasure
Yes, the author wrote this and posted this. Yes, it sounds retarded.
Annnnnnnd we have a belly bulge! The Hispanic Hog is our 10-12'' King. And you want to compare that roidclit to that, ha!
> Clutches his waist, fingers joining around him and thumbs touching in the middle
What did I fucking say. Why is this line everywhere? He does not have a 16 inch waist. These autistic heifers must have taken the fact that Jayce's hands cover Viktor's shoulders, moved it downwards to his waist, and assumed it must cover the entire expanse of said waist, when that doesn't even make sense. Someone either must have measured it, or they are just repeating what others wrote. Viktor, as a male, has more girth than that.
But for a pooner? Yeah, that, and the small hands, always outs them. They don't get it.
> Hearts in his eyes
They literally are Looney Tunes characters, aren't they?
Look at that: all that talk about regret, grief, and forgiveness and gay sex and it boils down to building a cabin by the river, with wide open fields of wildflowers and awomantrans man being pumped full of kids to continue the bloodline. All this talk about dysphoria and them being real men and it really does take a hot guy to fuck their true nature back into them. Never fails. It's almost as revealing as that one long Noxian fic that got deleted how Viktor was going to base his life around his children, and nothing else.
Betty Friedan wants her 1950s back.
Mm yes, a paradise - now all you're missing are the wheat fields and huge tracts of land. And the flower crowns, and the goats, and the freshly baked bread and churned butter, etc.
> Jayce wraps an arm around him
His arms were already wrapped around him.
> Grasps on Viktor's cock
Yes, it's pulling on something smaller than a pen cap. Very gay. And pathetic compared to how big Jayce is.
> Laughing at how outrageous their situation has truly become
Indeed. Nice lampshading there.
> It is hardly anything he deserves
Correct, you don't deserve a tradwife life the Arcane conveniently gave you. I wonder: do transmen take the same accountability as women are told they don't take, or are they more like men and just run away with their new bride? I'd lean towards the former. You know an actual woman would be condemned to work like a proper farmhand for her misdeeds; the transman gets to frolic with a pregnant belly and flower crowns. Funny how that works.
AKA, the solution to the end of the world is to settle down and have babies. In a cottage. In a wheat field. With goats and a donkey and - hey, is that a Patriot missile? Oh shi -
I'd really like to know why the author decided to fixate on whether or not an underage boy is circumcised.
That is supposed to be Zuko on the bottom, and Sokka at the top. With that in mind, let's begin. The fic is here.
Yes, Jayce is calling a sex line, surprised as I am that they're even still in business, so he can fulfill a challenge. What is this challenge, you might ask? Read on.
> Please shut up and get to the point I do not have time for this
Probably the only line that adequately describes my mood. 9k words for this - let's see how much info and character development Tsundere can cram in here.
> Maye he is and decided he doesn't have the patience for them?
Why is this a question? It may seem innocuous at first, but it later devolves into Jayce doing it all the fucking time. It gets annoying real quick.
> That's probably some kind of stereotype, right?
Yeah. But that's not the worst one.
> Any item
> A vibrator
And so we have our plot: Jayce wants to build the best vibrator there is - for AFABs, for starters. Nothing for men, because they aren't first for once. Who better to call than a sex worker?
> Wondering what I call you
This was beta'ed by the author's 'brother', which I assume is a transman. She missed, 'Wondering what I should call you.' Or, 'Wondering what I can call you.'
He has limited knowledge on sexual paraphernalia despite doing 'extensive research' by reading Amazon reviews when there is more to a sex toy than how it works inside a vagina. It's the mechanics, the materials used, the vibrations, etc. You would think that a man who never backs down from a challenge would actually be calling more than phone sex operators and would actually be calling the manufacturers because they are the ones who design it. A sex worker is only going to tell you how well it WORKS, they are not going to give you the raw materials.
This, I assume, is where the sensitivity reader came in: the author probably has never written trans Viktor before, and since there are so many pooners in this fandom it can be a minefield on what to write without them losing their shit. I assume the author did not want to be transphobic as that is an immediate end to their fandom career, so she had someone with shitty art read through it and make sure Jayce was not an evil transphobe who made irrational decisions such as 'only women have vaginas'. Men can have them too, he learns, and that Viktor happens to be a man with a vagina.
He isn't the only one who squirms around the use of 'vagina' - these authors just outright refuse to use it outside of tags. I wonder if she will use 'hole' when it comes to the smut or will just revert back to pussy or cunt. We'll see.
> Jayce hates that Viktor might think that Jayce might think there is
Well that's quite a tongue twister. Do you mean, 'He hates that Viktor might think that there's a problem, when there isn't.' We will never have a man turned off by a 'man with a vagina' in these fics, because transphobia is the worst crime you can commit. You can trash actual women all you like, but don't you dare insult a pooner.
> I could tell you? What I look like?
This doesn't need? To be written like this? It just makes you sound feminine? Because being too forward might offend people? You can just make a statement, because that's what it is?
> Jayce almost says 'big everything' but bites his tongue
Alright, place your bets. Are we betting on 10'' or 12'' for the Hispanic Hog? Girth is anything you want; the winner is still the one where he gets roofied.
> He isn't trying to make himself sound like an Adonis or anything
You just sound like an insecure faggot, who happens to have the body pooners want. Chad Thundercock can really get away with anything.
> Sometimes I have to wear glasses?
Why are you still posing this as a question?
> Is that, like, a rule?
Can you, like, talk normally? Even shitlib Californians don't talk like this.
> Constants
Her brother never spotted this, but she meant 'consonants'.
> He hasn't had sex this way, and there's something exciting about the whole exchange
Sex what way? Over the phone, or with a tranny? Is it a different kind of vagina now that a man has one?
> Able to be manhandled because sometimes Jayce likes to show off something that isn't his brain
AKA he wants a smol uwu trans boi that he can use as a mobile fleshlight, and Viktor happens to check off all those boxes.
> You mean for the toy to be internal, to some degree
If Jayce had done research -as the author wrote him doing - he should at least know the difference. As it so happens, he does not, and we're just going to ignore that in favour of a roidclit being called a cock.
> Three or four inches should suffice
Only for toys reaching the G-spot. It doesn't for an actual penis. It certainly doesn't for our Hispanic Hog.
> Thinking of slender, pale thighs over his shoulder, a wet, musky heat
But can it be made into a Yankee candle? Pooners also love their pale males, so white men stay fucking winning.
> His tongue on Viktor's sex
Oh yeah, I bet we'll be seeing this when they actually meet up. There's another twist coming up, and it will totally shock you.
> He hadn't blown sex toy construction of of proportion
He doesn't even know the basics of it and asked a transman for help. You can't really blow it out of proportion when you want to make the best thing on the market.
> How much more information does he need to construct an adequate vibrator?
You need the raw materials, materials that do not cause micro-abrasions in the vagina, quality materials, non-toxic materials, long lasting batteries (maybe a waterproof mode), one for clitoral stimulation and G-spot stimulation, etc. You're an engineer making something in a saturated market. There are always more questions.
> Tell me?
This doesn't need to be made a question?
> Strong hands
Grab his strong hand, Cindy!
> Viktor, slim and pale
We love our male (fe)males here, don't we folks? They're the best around, the best in the world.
> Perhaps even too well
I guess we'll find out how big our Hispanic Hog is when they start fucking.
> You could change my mind, couldn't you? Fuck me just right so that I'd need what only you could give me?
Either this is a clue that Viktor doesn't actually like penetration (but will once a nice big dick comes along), or it's an oversight by the author.
> Viktor struggling, just a little, to take him inch by thick because no person or toy has ever been bigger than Jayce
Jayce has no knowledge of sexual paraphernalia and the author said as much. There are indeed toys bigger than any genitalia known in the human species (see Bad Dragon), and if you've visited or seen the Furry fandom than the bigger the better. I assume he is around 11-12'' in this, and probably 3'' thick, as he usually is.
> More than three or four inches
Probably four times that.
Is Viktor a Clicker? I was going to say that, despite Jayce's weird habit? Of talking like this? Viktor's lines are far superior and he actually has the sexual tension and drive. Most of these authors, despite the other shit they write, DO at least capture that aspect of him, so it makes these more tolerable to read. But hiccupping and throat clicks? Are you beatboxing?
You need more than motors, lad. You need batteries and a manufacturer. Anyways, here comes the twist...the phone number he called never belonged to a proper phone sex operator. It was just Viktor's private cellphone and he rolled with it.
And then they meet in college, because they happen to share the same class. Here begins Act II, where they take their phone sex shenanigans and make them real.
We love our pale males, don't we folks? Porcelain, moonstone, creamy as milk...white skin is the best.
> Persay
This a common misspelling, because the actual term is 'per se'. Guess the brother never caught that.
Like I said earlier, I don't give a damn for Jayce here, because his dialogue was absolutely shitty in the beginning with? Making questions out of everything? But it seems to have tapered off here. Viktor is the one with the better stage presence, as it were, and he owns the show. Even during the phone sex scene, I was more interested in him than Jayce, Hispanic Hog or not.
He also didn't know Viktor was a trans man until Viktor clarified for him, and that did not have an inappropriate air because the author had a 'sensitivity reader'. God forbid anyone actually be offensive.
You would think Jayce would be interested in chemistry or take it as a requisite class, and use a respirator or other filtering equipment when trying to make it in his own kitchen. Walter White was making meth in a trailer and he had protective equipment you could buy at a hardware store.
> And wow. Okay
Enough with this quirky, stating-the-obvious shit. It's one thing if you make it seem as if it's part of a character's internal thoughts. Out loud it just sounds retarded.
> The implication that a sex toy designed by him might be somehow better
You got into this because of a dare by Vi, remember? You wanted to make your invention stand out in a saturated market. Having Viktor confirm that it is indeed better should not be a shock but a confirmation that you are on the right track. You should be preening. But no, somehow Jayce forget how he got into this in the first place because I don't think the author remembered either.
Hopefully you can get a better fume hood or call Walter White for tips.
Granted, this was not as bad as the other fics I've reviewed here. The weakest bits are, of course, the 'sensitivity reader' and Jayce talking? Like this? And forgetting what he even called Viktor for in the end. He wanted to make a better sex toy, the end. He found out Viktor was trans, no biggie. He had the best orgasm of his life. Sequel? I bet you there will be one where they will hook up. Maybe next time she'll ditch the sensitivity reader and just write what's on her mind, vs picking one whose art would get her arrested in the UK for 'promoting racial stereotypes'.
Fiveblessings is an author I've mentioned here before, and she is part of a Discord server with CordeliaCordate, an author whose works I recognized in the HOTD fandom and who was accused of accusing others of plagiarism and generally being an all-around bitch - to the point people were making bookmark comments to not interact with her. There are 98 people in that server, and fiveblessings is one of the more popular ones. She has 1000 followers on Twitter, deleted her private, spicy twitter, and treats us to her stalking fic.
> Would come to be such a symbol of terror Viktor
This should read: "...would come to be such a symbol of terror, Viktor would have laughed." The comma is in the wrong place.
> Please remember to smile tomorrow
What a transphobe, telling a transman to smile. You know it's only men who tell women to do that, right? If he wanted to be gender affirming he should have told him to hit the gym and get some gains.
> Striped
*Stripped
Turns out, he's right. Turns out, this stalker is none other than Jayce.
A full week? Man, that milk must be spoiled to shit. I wholly understand stalking victims not leaving their homes for weeks or months because of the utter fear, but there is a little bit of cheeky humour in this because the fridge was already filled with spoiled food BEFORE the stalking. Too bad gun ownership isn't a thing in Piltover because I'd be saying that if our boy wants to go fingerfucking, he can start by picking his brains off the ceiling.
You normally don't see many stalking fics where such detail is done to men; it always seems to be done to women. It's supposed to have a more erotic tint because it occupies that gray zone between not-man and not-woman.
> Their housewife and broodmare
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA. You can't be out here calling transmen 'housewives', because 'wife' is a term for women! What are you, some kind of TERF? Broodmares are also female! Are you reducing Viktor to his female genitalia? You fucking transphobe, you.
> They could have taken Viktor against his will and made good on their promise to breed him
He's scared of that NOW, but when he rushes to Jayce's arms for protection, he gets right on his knees and starts sucking his dick. No, I am not joking.
> Did they?
Yes? You have been having mental breakdowns for months. Why is this a question?
> I can cook or I can clean for you
> Be a trans man
> You are being stalked by a man
> Offer to cook, clean and suck cock at the house of your male friend
> Do not realize these are some absolutely degrading female stereotypes
Just Pooner Things.
And I was not joking about the dick sucking part. He is doing this SECONDS AFTER crying and having a mental breakdown. Priorities.
Yes, Jayce is our Hispanic Hog and it is going to put it to good use. There is a line later on where Viktor calls himself a 'cockhungry whore', and I have to agree; you just ran to your best friend (and hidden stalker) that you cannot go back home and are mentally breaking down, and the first thing you do is get on your knees and start sucking dick. So much for safety and stability; this is just another case of a pooner throwing out morals and logic because of a well-hung man.
Lemme guess. There's going to be the 'his hands were so big they encircled his waist' thing. That line is everywhere.
> He pushes down any of the apprehension that rears his head
Again, a very female thing to do because we do not want to piss off an aroused male that happens to be crushing us.
> Your cunt speared on my cock
Like a rotisserie chicken, am I right?
> Judging by the weight of it against Viktor's tummy, Jayce's cock must be huge. It'll be a stretch, but it's stupid how much Viktor wants it
Indeed it is. He forgot about all of his problems for the promise of 10-12'' dick. If it's 'bobbing menacingly' it's safe to say it's Coke can sized.
To be fair, you ARE one. You were scared and frightened of someone stalking you and the first thing you do is...suck dick. Fitting for an FTM.
> Rim gapes a little when he finally deems Viktor ready
Man, he really does have DK mode hands.
> His entrance clenching whorishly
I love how an implied virgin is now a 'whore' for something the vagina naturally does. But in this case, it is true, because Viktor was the one who leapt to suck his stalker's dick when he was having a breakdown.
> Carving out a Jayce-sized shape for himself to fill
This is the third time I've read a passage where Viktor would be fucked into the shape of Jayce's dick. Guess he has the amorphous form of a cookie cutter.
> When Jayce is finally balls-deep in Viktor's cunt, leaving him so impossibly full
I wager he's around 10-12'', as is the average. There is a bulge, and the classic 'he could feel him in his guts/throat'.
Never mind. We might not have him 'deep in his throat', but his guts are being rearranged.
> He might scream when he comes
> Viktor's not entirely sure
Pick one.
> His come coating his insides and marking him as his own
This is the only thing he's concerned about, btw. Not his safety or future, but being bred like a mare. Priorities.
Convenient that the transman doesn't remember if he took his birth control and now is ecstatic at the idea of getting pregnant and baby trapping Jayce, because all these fics boil down to is the innate desire to breed with a well-hung man and have his children. Interesting, though, how he forgets to take birth control but not his testosterone.
> The flood of come that pours into him seems to go on forever
What can I say? He ejaculates like a horse. He's a mobile sperm bank.
> The thought doesn't scare him as nearly as much as it should
You already wrote you'd love to have Jayce's baby, meaning the thought didn't scare you at all. This sentence is redundant.
Jayce still staying in Viktor while going soft isn't going to be fun, because vaginas can clench down and not let go like a crab's claw. He'll be screaming to get out and that pooner's lil snatch won't open up. That aside, hope you enjoy those UTIs for not urinating after sex.
Nothing manlier than the transman being forced into domestic duties by the AMAB because he can't do it himself. How very revealing.
> The cleaning, cooking, fucking, sleeping
Betty Friedan called. She wants you to read the 'Feminine Mystique' and get the fuck out of there - as well as burn your Judith Butler collection. Who knew pooners loved the 1950's? Except we have SSRIs instead of valium.
And there he discovers that Jayce was his stalker all along, that he was led into a trap, and that all his insecurities were preyed upon and he was groomed to become a bangmaid, because for all their attempts to write transmen as True and Honest Men, the AMAB always takes advantage of the AFAB. They fucking know what sex does the cooking and cleaning and who is subservient in sex. Out of the mouths of progressives.
Guess Viktor couldn't have learned from Wuornos. He decided he'd become a Brandon Teena instead. RETVRN to male-female IPV rates.
Edited for additional content. Nothing says homoerotic like having a bunch of kids in a nice cabin by the stream, eh?
"Yes I ended the world but I deserve love and affection from my blorbo and you can all just fuck off, I don't need to take no accountability" - Viktor, probably
> He blinks his eyes open to a blazing sun
Too bad it didn't blind him.
> He must look like a madman, but no one is here and Jayce knows he's a madman
The trees are made of trees
> He is as clothed as the moment he was born
He was born in a waistcoat? Cool.
> He does not deserve it. He lusts for it like nothing else
The author, Ken - who is, of course, trans - writes this three times, and thinks the solution to ending the world and earning forgiveness is to sit down and plop out children. I am not kidding - this is a plot point.
> Pieces that were always meant to be connected
Fitting as you both have complementary genitalia.
> His cock is throbbing along with the beating of his heart, harder than he has been in recent human memory
Do not compare that 1-2 inch eraser to male genitalia, especially as Jayce is always written as well-endowed in these fics. It's just in-your-face humour the pooner is too autistic to grasp.
> Royal blue to the sky
That blanket is more midnight blue, but it depends on the lighting.
> Jayce is decidedly not a small man, and he is more than satisfactory here as well
And you want to compare your roid clit to that. OK.
> Singing straight to his warning cunt
Do you mean, 'warming cunt'? My cunt would be sending out warnings, too.
> To the hair at his mound
Always gotta have the Rapunzel pubes. Finding the roid clit must be like discovering rose thorns in a thicket - you have to keep digging to find it.
> Hole
And you want to talk about pregnancy and kids. Alright, alright.
> Jayce's finger is thick, spreading him nicely
We find out that two of Jayce's fingers are three of Viktor's, which mean he really does have a trans man's uwu smol hand.
> He goes to say something along the lines of too cheesy
Because it is. They say, 'I love you' during the fuck session 19 times, just to hammer home the fact a woman wrote this and not an actual gay man, because men don't write such sappy shit (and to be fair, even most women do not go overkill with it). It's just pathetic. T can never give them male brains, even when they insist otherwise.
From 'the stretch is exquisite' to 'the stretch is immense', Jayce goes full DK mode with his hands - and yes, there is that fucking 'his waist is so small' line.
Viktor's vagina clenches a lot - six times, in fact - and he insists on telling Jayce he loves him while orgasming, which is impressive because most people just moan and groan during that moment.
Very gay, to have your gay couple cry their hearts out, hug, kiss and say 'I love you' 19 times while gay men would probably say it once, get a quick confession, and then fuck.
> He can feel it in his corporeal threat
There's this cliché, too. Oh, and you need an actual dick for frottage, not a roid clit.
> Oh, fuck, Jayce says, intelligently.
A very, 'Dumbledore asked calmly' moment.
> He'd lick it up like candy
Well you do a good job taking that pounding like a Hostess machine.
> Both of them drawing pleasure from the other in pleasure
Yes, the author wrote this and posted this. Yes, it sounds retarded.
Annnnnnnd we have a belly bulge! The Hispanic Hog is our 10-12'' King. And you want to compare that roidclit to that, ha!
> Clutches his waist, fingers joining around him and thumbs touching in the middle
What did I fucking say. Why is this line everywhere? He does not have a 16 inch waist. These autistic heifers must have taken the fact that Jayce's hands cover Viktor's shoulders, moved it downwards to his waist, and assumed it must cover the entire expanse of said waist, when that doesn't even make sense. Someone either must have measured it, or they are just repeating what others wrote. Viktor, as a male, has more girth than that.
But for a pooner? Yeah, that, and the small hands, always outs them. They don't get it.
> Hearts in his eyes
They literally are Looney Tunes characters, aren't they?
Look at that: all that talk about regret, grief, and forgiveness and gay sex and it boils down to building a cabin by the river, with wide open fields of wildflowers and a
Betty Friedan wants her 1950s back.
Mm yes, a paradise - now all you're missing are the wheat fields and huge tracts of land. And the flower crowns, and the goats, and the freshly baked bread and churned butter, etc.
> Jayce wraps an arm around him
His arms were already wrapped around him.
> Grasps on Viktor's cock
Yes, it's pulling on something smaller than a pen cap. Very gay. And pathetic compared to how big Jayce is.
> Laughing at how outrageous their situation has truly become
Indeed. Nice lampshading there.
> It is hardly anything he deserves
Correct, you don't deserve a tradwife life the Arcane conveniently gave you. I wonder: do transmen take the same accountability as women are told they don't take, or are they more like men and just run away with their new bride? I'd lean towards the former. You know an actual woman would be condemned to work like a proper farmhand for her misdeeds; the transman gets to frolic with a pregnant belly and flower crowns. Funny how that works.
AKA, the solution to the end of the world is to settle down and have babies. In a cottage. In a wheat field. With goats and a donkey and - hey, is that a Patriot missile? Oh shi -
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