Fanfiction Horrors

[Hum Humina]

When did menstruation become a kink that fanfic writers specifically write about?

I was going to say that menstruation as a sex thing would occasionally crop up in anything with vampires, but then I read the text, and I feel safe saying not like that shit. For a start, there was usually more actual menstruation in anything that would have been tagged with menstrual kink.

I know men are a small portion of the AO3 user base , and I guess it might have been written by a woman, but it reads like it was written by a troon.

 

[Aunt Carol]

You mean 'shirking'? Interesting that these vampires don't turn into dust when exposed to sunlight, but rather become weakened. So long as they don't sparkle, I'm good.

This is actually correct usage:

and probably comes up a lot in vampire fiction.

 

[Halbschwanz]

It doesn't matter that it's about personal interpretations of (most of the time) fictional characters, two layers away from the real world, since everything is political, all fanfiction-related culture also has to pass the problematic test.

When I was younger I remember spending time gawking at terrible fanfiction. It used to be fun when the unhinged stuff was just getting a look at someone's different brain in action and not a clout grasping political manifesto that's no different than what you'd read on Twitter but with more graphic buttsex.

 

[Hum Humina]

When I was younger I remember spending time gawking at terrible fanfiction. It used to be fun when the unhinged stuff was just getting a look at someone's different brain in action and not a clout grasping political manifesto that's no different than what you'd read on Twitter but with more graphic buttsex.

I miss those days. I spent a lot of time mining for comedy gold on the old adultfanfiction.net site and sending choice excerpts to my friends over AIM.

 

[Paper Machete]

Reading bad fic (and bad writing generally) is funny in a special way because not only do you get to clearly see laid out the writers' fixations but also how they choose to communicate said fixations. Even what words and phrases they repeatedly use can be illuminating.

It was way more fun when unhinged sexual fantasies weren't seemingly the norm, though. And even when there was a weird one it almost always came across as a joke. A lot of lip service is paid to it being easy to find said content and that leading to escalation and while there is merit to that there is a lot of IRL messaging about alternate sexualities being okay, how fetishes and kinks are normal, that there are ways to have risky sex acts be "safe", etc. I think a lot of the (very likely inexperienced) girls and young women writing this shit legit do not think that some of this stuff could be wrong or nearly impossible IRL. It really comes across in the writing IMO. Feelsbadman.

 

[Dr. Arinsu]

I don't ever think biological guys write fanfiction. I have NEVER seen or heard a guy write fanfiction unless it was something retarded like genric OP GaryStu x Harem.

 

[Hum Humina]

I don't ever think biological guys write fanfiction. I have NEVER seen or heard a guy write fanfiction unless it was something retarded like genric OP GaryStu x Harem

A lot of old-school Doctor Who fanfic was written by men (serviceable adventure stories), you have a handful of gay guys (real ones) running in traditional slash circles, and then you have the cloppers and whatever the equivalent is for things other than MLP. Reading some of that hammered home how different male degeneracy is from female degeneracy.

 

[Chandelier]

The GhostAssBusters fic has been updated, and so has that 1948 Poonerheimer one. I'll be doing the former first. We ended last chapter with our Latino Loverboy getting possessed and instigating a steamy kitchen counter sex scene, only for him to waddle away like a Resident Evil zombie.

Spoiler: Chapter 3 - Undressed, Possessed

Much like the prior chapters, I'll be summarizing details that you could otherwise skip. All relevant/juicy bits will be screencapped.

> Why had Jayce kissed him? Was it some strange impulse?
...Yes. You could clearly tell he was not in the right mind and that he wasn't sleepwalking. Viktor, apparently, wants to act confused because his hoemath brain isn't functioning properly.
> Jayce was a heartthrob. And straight
Luckily for you, penis-in-vagina sex isn't gay. You might identify as a man, but that doesn't make you a gay man. You are not same-sex attracted.
> The man's dating history was a parade of stunningly beautiful women
Aren't you admitting it's a downgrade if he decides to fuck you, instead?
> He had looked at his brother in ways that hadn't been right
So he isn't 'straight' then, and you're having Lannister thoughts.

Darius interrupts them, and tells the others he has some great footage. Sky asks Viktor if he feels better, and he replies in the affirmative. They end up sneaking down to the salon, finding that the door is locked. It reads like Resident Evil 1 where you traverse the mansion and have to solve puzzles to open doors and new locations. Darius wants to break down a door to new locations, and Viktor, being the totally masc, heckin' manly dood he is, freaks out and tells them they can't. So much for his bravery and wanting to lead the operation. They eventually get caught by Vander.

> Like they had all decided he wasn't a part of this
It says a lot when a trans man keeps getting overruled by his colleagues, is never taken seriously, and is consistently laughed at by the narrative. The universe ITSELF doesn't believe you're a woman, lmao.
> It was the distinct sensation that the house had just taken notice of him
Because he's the reincarnation of Elias, the mansion's dear love, who died of TB. Notice that his cough disappeared? Me too.

> His arm came up, not aggressive, but steady, protective
How come the trans man can't defend himself? Why does he need a cis man to protect his maidenhood?
> Darius wasn't small
Correct. He's 6'9. He's taller than both Vander and Jayce. He can't be lifted up AT ALL.
> Stay out of the cellar...especially you
So Vander knows Aldric is hanging out there. What's the point of summoning a paranormal investigation team if you aren't willing to let them do their job?

Defeats the purpose, doesn't it? Vander wanted their help, tells them not to go to certain areas, and then tells them to leave. If you're being haunted by some angry faggot spirit, go get an actual priest.

After making them breakfast, he gives them enough to send them on their way home - but not before Jayce comes in and Viktor gets all hot and bothered for his Latino boytoy.

> He looked irritatingly good
You know a woman wrote this.
> Maybe Jayce kissed people all the time and forgot the next day
You knew that guy was sleepwalking or some shit, because you told him multiple times to stop and he didn't. I'm glad we're forgetting our sense of self-preservation because you are THAT hungry for dick.
> I think I dreamed I kissed someone. Probably one of my exes
> I wouldn't attack you in your sleep
He says, after attacking Viktor in his sleep
> You're definitely not my type
He's saying he doesn't want to fuck a chicken wing. Sure, we can get plenty of descriptions of 'creamy, white, porcelain skin', but you looking like a stickbug doesn't help things.

> Don't look so serious, I'm just teasing
Loverboy out here shitting on a pooner's feelings like it's breakfast. Nice.
> Completely unaware he'd just reduced Viktor's secret, his first kiss, to a careless joke
He wasn't even aware it happened, retard. He was sleepwalking and you admitted he wasn't acting like himself. I guess you really are hungry for that dick you'll take it like he Exorcist, eh?

> The coat was long, nearly swallowing him whole
He's just uwu so smol.
> It's a shame for you to leave so early
You...literally told them to leave. After inviting them.
> Choice is a tricky thing. Sometimes, we don't recognize we've already made one
Oh ho, here comes the twist: the house and the spirits within don't want them to leave. Their car breaks down, and they conveniently have to stay so Viktor here can get his supernatural orgy in.

> Like something doesn't want us to leave
What a twist!

Vander eventually calls Silco, informing them of the car model and number, and he says over the phone he can't come until a day later, forcing the group to stay at the mansion. Whether this is intentional, or an accident, is left up to the viewer. Vander tells them they cannot go poking through the mansion, and tells them to stay out of the west wing, the pantry, the cellar, and the attic. The room where Aldric hung himself is OK, though. Silco will appear in the next chapter and the author is uber excited, meaning we get to discover who really sabotaged the car. As for what's in the cellar...I bet that's where their tombstones are. Just a guess. These people are rather predictable.

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The fourth chapter of that pooner nuke fic has been published. Earlier, we had to say goodbye to Doodle Dmitri after he touched a plutonium core with his bare hands, receiving Acute Radiation Poisoning and turning the whole lab in a Marie Curie grave. He never wore any protection and the buildings were not decontaminated. Romance unfolds between our two scientists, with our Hirschfeld Institute recipient getting antsy at being outed. Remember: you can get your tits lopped off, but you can't call black scientists niggers because segregation doesn't exist in this AU. Transphobia is worse then lynching and their genocide is worse, mmmkay?

Spoiler: Chapter 4 - Queer Truth Nuke

IIRC, this fic takes place past 1948, when nuclear testing began in the desert. The Manhattan Project was over and the field of nuclear weapons was blown wide open. Dmitri would be the third person to die from a Demon Core reaching critical failure. It should be mentioned that the first two - Harry Daghlian and Louis Slotin - are not mentioned in this fic or by others. Dmitri had a preventable death and these geniuses should have known it was an unstable core.
> Did you know Dmitri was attracted to men
Here we begin the queer talk. Of course, Viktor insists he's a 'gay' man, too, and Jayce has this interesting tidbit:

> He asked me out
Did he know Viktor was trans?
> You only date women?
Newsflash, Viktor: YOU ARE ONE. Those zippertit scars are going to be a dead giveaway once Jayce notices them.
> I date men
That makes you straight.
> You make it sound so easy, like you've never had to pretend to be anybody else for anybody else
Oh, you poor, poor boy. That's literally Viktor's entire identity: pretending to be something he isn't for everybody else.

We have a dance scene, and Viktor tells Jayce to go dance with one of the mariachi women to see how he moves - because Latinos are good at dancing, y'know. He dances with a woman named Quiyana, and she tells him he should 'go get his boyfriend before my brother does'. Jayce looks over and spots said brother flirting with Viktor with a bottle of tequila death in his hand. Jayce, predictably, feels a spike of jealousy. On the drive back, Viktor apologizes, and they have this exchange:

> My intention with you is not to cause you discomfort
He says, while causing him discomfort so he can 'bait' Jayce into liking him
> They all just want women
So Jayce admits he might be bisexual and has never had experiences with men...while not knowing Viktor has a vagina, and therefore would not be a gay experience. It would be a weird coming-out episode.

They talk more after Jayce honks the horn after spotting a coyote in the road, and Jayce asks him about the plutonium core - but not before Viktor assumes he's talking about their relationship. We learn that the lab is under government investigation (meaning it still hasn't undergone decontamination when that would be their number one priority) and that Dmitri did not commit suicide and was not a member of the Communist party. It's said he's from Vermont, meaning he descends from the Russians who fled the Revolution. We are in the midst of the Red Scare, but not the Lavender Scare, because people can openly have same-sex relations and no one lifts an eyebrow.

Dmitri's lab is still accessible despite said risk of radiation poisoning. No one wears any protective equipment, and Viktor, notably, does not wear any despite working with the core himself. This would be a great way to show the evolution of biohazard wear during the beginning of the Cold War, but no. That's too big and too difficult.

Viktor and Jayce begin the assembly of the demon core into its proper place, creating a parallel between it and their Hextech discovery. The author based their activities on the two scientists who died from said failed experiments.

> He readied the neutron and radiation readers
So they had them, but Dmitri did not.
> The core waited to be embraced, covered
And they are still doing it without protective equipment. They KNOW what this shit can do.
> Removing his hands from Viktor's waist
He was just casually touching his waist for that? OK.


And that's that. The major accomplishment of taming the demon core was...a complete dud. You'd think there'd be so much more tension and drama but nope. Dmitri literally died by being a retard so these two could get all the glory - in a radioactive lab. I was waiting for the author to go, 'UM ACTUALLY' but no. I should remind you that a demon core is 55 C to the touch and you can inhale radioactive alpha particles. None of them are wearing protective equipment.

And look! Their first kiss! Ain't that cute?

Mylo has a 'they all sound the same!' remark when it comes to Viktor being Czech, not realizing that Czech and German are two separate ethnicities. They talk about 'bombing them over there', and I assume Mylo confused Viktor for being Russian.

We jump right into the smut and it has only been four chapters. Who needs proper chemistry when the tag is just enough?

> Viktor offered himself up like...like he'd been waiting just as long for this
It's barely been a few days after doodle Dmitri died and he already wants that dick. Amazing.
> Entrap with his study as both his palm and wrist disappeared under Jayce's thick length
Now, is Jayce just that thick, or is Viktor just that small? Because Jayce would have to be thicker than a Coke bottle for that to happen.
> Big boy
He's the Hispanic Hog for a reason.

> Forest of dark waves into his thicker curls under his belly
So he has Yeti fur. Nice.
> Hidden by Jayce's big shadow
Viktor is 5'8, but authors love writing him as if he's 5'0. If he was, that would make him even more clockable as he'd be shorter than the average male height at the time - and shorter than Audie Murphy, who was 5'4.

> I've never done this with another man
> Sees that said man has the wettest pussy in his life
> It's 'different' because the roid clit that has not yet been exposed to testosterone is the size of his nose (clitoromegaly)
> Calls it a 'hardening little cock'
> It's still smaller than the police baton that is Jayce's cock
Makes sense.

> I want to suck your clit - your dick?
Imagine living in the 1940s and you think you're having your first same-sex encounter, only to discover that said man has the genitalia of the opposite sex and you have to disassociate your brain from clocking them as female. 100% gay sex.
> You're so big, Jayce
Are we talking about his body, his dick, or both?

> You taste so fucking good
Does he taste like salt and musk or something else?

> His nipples peaked
I'm surprised the Hirschfeld Institute was skilled enough to let him keep them.
> The shift back to sucking his dick
A 'dick' the size of your nose, btw.
> Voiced his pain more than pleasure
Ah, we remember that he has a disability.

> His lips tumbled over a scar that ran nearly the length of his lower abdomen
When I first read this, I assumed it was a phalloplasty, but then remembered he still has a wet vagina. I assume this is from a hysterectomy.
> You're young. There's more than one bullet in this gun
Lmao. Least he has that excuse, unlike Fujofrankenstein's 50-year-old who kept going.

> It's not so easy for me. I'm usually lucky if I come even once
I sincerely wonder why that is. Predictably, Jayce, who's an Adonis at sex, makes him come multiple times.
> An incubus
Ah, the author knows what proper term to use this time. Good.
> The reality of Viktor's pussy slick being anywhere near his dick
All that and you STILL want to convince yourself you're sleeping with a man.
> He was still hard as a rock
That radiation must be giving you Hulk-like features to keep on fuckin', eh?

> How wet and hard he was
That 'roid clit' isn't even androgenized. It's just an abnormally enlarged clit, because he needs Sky for his testosterone. Having a clit the size of a man's nose is, quite frankly, pretty damn weird.
> He had imagined it enough times, even dreamed about it
This is the first time you ever mentioned that. Hell, there wasn't all that much character development between the two of you. Most of it was focused on Dmitri becoming a microwaved hotdog.
> No, just big
We dealing with the 10-12'' Hispanic Hog, or the 13 inch one I featured in an earlier fic?
> His pussy spasmed and clenched
Damn, all he needed was that ruddy head and he was ready to burst like a water main.

Yes, women can have multiple orgasms. I am glad you are figuring this out, Jayce.
> At this angle, his cock disappeared into Jayce's bush
Well, it IS yeti fur, and that clit is the size of his nose. It'd be like Narnia down there.
> Hammered that cock the harder he bucked his hips
Yes, that's what hammering means.
> Pounded Viktor
He was already doing that when he was hammering him. He didn't slow down at all.

> Pushed to the hilt
Cliché.

And I was correct: those scars are from a hysterectomy. Jayce not knowing 'much about sterilization' in the States means he had no clue about the 1920s sterilization program that was all the rage and subsequently inspired the Nazis with Aktion T4. He would've just been born, but his mother would have known about it.

I knew as soon as he mentioned getting a procedure in Berlin he was talking about Magnus Hirschfeld. That Institute was burned down by the Nazis and was deemed a horrible act of history...but they'll never tell you that he was there to 'trans the gay away' and was basically running LGBT surveys on minors. The fact this author had a minor getting a double mastectomy when they insist no minors are getting them is a cat out of the bag moment.

Trans people can't exist openly, because their oppression is the worst...but segregation of the races doesn't exist and black people have it easier than troons do despite not having any civil rights and them still existing under Jim Crow laws. Talk about being tone deaf. You wrote a whole fic on how your white pooner has it bad, but what about Ekko and Sky? We can cry over a Jewish pervert losing his institute and how terrible it was, but not over Sky and Ekko being denied access to bathrooms or even sharing the same spaces as white people? Remember, this author wants us to pretend THAT aspect of history doesn't exist, while the transphobia issue does and is far more important. White hands definitely wrote this.

Having them fuck in Chapter 4 isn't as quick as OhNovi's work, but it still wasn't good. I'm glad Jayce isn't a rampaging sex beast and was a gentleman, but the social preaching on how he's now a gay man and how troons have it worse is really putting me off. This is supposed to be about nuclear research in the late 1940s. The more it goes on, the more retarded it gets, and the less I'm enthused with it.

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This one took 'I choose the bear' a little too literally. This author is known for having a breast milk fetish, and, to everyone's shock and awe, she is one of the few BLACK fanfic authors I've found. Black AND writing pedophilic bestiality? There's a joke there somewhere.

Spoiler: Your Honeypot Can Never Be Dirty

Yes, this is underage. They usually love making the 'bottom' a faun, because they are associated with youth and innocence. They never make him, say, an elk. Making the Latino pedophile a bear is WAY too on the nose.

> He felt like a huge bastard for dumping the bewildered fawn on the ground
He just dumped him like a sack of garbage LMAO
> It's something I could get too lost in and take way too far
> Proceeds to take it way too far
> I wasn't comfortable accepting his offer because I'd much rather spend it with you instead
It's because he has a bigger dick, isn't it?

> Tells him to quit yanking him around and to stop being a brute
> Is so huge that he's a literal bear, with paws so big he can cup both breasts at the same time
> The 'consenting underage faun' produces so much vaginal ejaculate he could water the plants
> Author is so horny she forgot to add 'apple tree' instead of them fucking behind a huge apple
> Your little honey pot is always delicious
This is a real line, btw. There's size difference, and then a size difference so fucking ridiculous you can't help but call the author a nigger pedophile.

I'd literally pay for Yogi and Pooh to be injected with the T-virus so they can tag team you and fuck you up. THAT is a crossover I'd see, over this disgusting pedo shit.

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I was going to say that menstruation as a sex thing would occasionally crop up in anything with vampires, but then I read the text, and I feel safe saying not like that shit. For a start, there was usually more actual menstruation in anything that would have been tagged with menstrual kink.

I know men are a small portion of the AO3 user base , and I guess it might have been written by a woman, but it reads like it was written by a troon.

I have read menstruation fics written by FTMs. It's usually just ordinary sex but with menstrual blood. That one was definitely written by a MTF. The coprophilia gave it away.

A lot of lip service is paid to it being easy to find said content and that leading to escalation and while there is merit to that there is a lot of IRL messaging about alternate sexualities being okay, how fetishes and kinks are normal, that there are ways to have risky sex acts be "safe", etc. I think a lot of the (very likely inexperienced) girls and young women writing this shit legit do not think that some of this stuff could be wrong or nearly impossible IRL. It really comes across in the writing IMO. Feelsbadman.

There was a time when things like anal sex were written very, very poorly. When FFnet was the top website and fandoms like Highlander were popular for their M/M ships, the female fanbase had no idea how anal sex worked. It wasn't the 'yaoi hole', but they thought inappropriate substances like blood could be used for lube. Thanks to the Internet and the popularity and easy access to gay porn, authors then started moving to the Magic Lube Bottle. Even as early as 2010 I noticed that it was all raw and no rubber. There was a thread posted a few years ago that celebrated the fact that most authors do have lube hidden somewhere and it didn't appeal out of the blue to just jam it in. Occasionally you will get odd materials such as engine oil (capyshota), or primrose oil and olive oil that was historically used.

Basically, mainstream pornography changed how fanfic was written, for better and for worse.

I don't ever think biological guys write fanfiction. I have NEVER seen or heard a guy write fanfiction unless it was something retarded like genric OP GaryStu x Harem.

They do. They usually do crossovers. I mentioned a Deus Ex/Mass Effect fanfic here called "Mass Effect: Human Revolution" and that author was male, IIRC. It is difficult to find them as they are 5% of its userbase. The rest is all female - genderspecials included.

 

[Thiletonomics]

I don't ever think biological guys write fanfiction. I have NEVER seen or heard a guy write fanfiction unless it was something retarded like genric OP GaryStu x Harem.

As people mentioned before in this thread, women are attracted to piss fetishes, while men are attracted to shit fetishes. Men also tend to write futa stories, and I think they also are more likely to write ABDL stories.

On another note, is it still a thing for writers to post Star Wars Disney Sequel stories without tagging them properly, to avoid pissing off Reylo shippers? Here's one example:



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Spoiler: Story Text

Rey Skywalker was no stranger when it came to working up a sweat on a desert planet, and while the two suns of Tatooine did pack a bit more punch than Jakku’s single celestial body, it was nothing she couldn’t handle.

She wafted the neck of her tunic a few times to cool herself as she walked around the exterior of the Millennium Falcon, running a hand along it as she turned the corner to find someone slightly less acclimated to life on a desert planet.

“Up you get, we’ve still got plenty of work to do today.” Rey smirked as she stepped in front of a sitting Ben Solo. She was silhouetted against the sun with her hands on her hips, before extending one out to him.

“I was afraid you’d say that.” He sighed, taking her hand and pulling himself up to his feet.

“Oh, come now. I want to start working on the inside anyhow so you won’t have to worry about a little heat.”

“This is a little?” Ben questioned, scoffing.

“It’s not that bad.” Rey admonished, giving her partner a little tap on the arm before heading back to the Falcon’s entrance ramp. Ben took a moment to wait behind, watching as Rey walked away.

“No it is not…” He commented under his breath, watching the way the Jedi’s hips shook in her formerly-baggy pants. The two round cheeks stretched the white fabric out taut, leaving little to the imagination as it perfectly outlined her ass - it looked like the crack had swallowed her pants up.

Rey had never exactly been flat but the moisture farmers must have been putting something in the water on Tatooine because the young woman had ballooned out in the best way possible. She had gone from having a pert rear to two phat mounds of fat that jiggled so perfectly when she walked it was like a Jedi mind trick.

“I’ll drag you in here if I have to!” Rey called out, snapping Ben back to reality as he cleared his throat and followed.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Words he would be repeating by the end of the day.

As he walked up the entrance ramp, he cursed himself for taking so long and missing the chance to trail behind Rey as she went up an incline. Call him a pervert but he reserved the right to love his girlfriend however he chose to, and it so happened that sometimes manifested in a deep desire to perv over her backside.

“About time.” Rey chuckled, hip checking a mini-fridge shut as she took a quick swig of a freshly-opened carton of blue milk, sighing with satisfaction as she wiped her lips after.

“You drink too much of that stuff and you’ll turn into a Bantha.” Ben used snark as a cover for his real feeling, as a matter of fact he didn’t mind that Rey drank blue milk like it was going out of style at all. There was one aspect of it he really enjoyed.

grgggll

“Ah, bloody hell, already starting.” Rey stopped in place, scrunching up her face and lifting a cheek up as she shamelessly let rip a fat dairy fart.

FFRRRRPPPPPBBBBBBTTTTTTT!!!

It echoed through the many tight corridors of the Falcon, flapping out wetly from between Rey’s cheeks. She gave her behind a quick wave and then strolled past Ben as if she didn’t just unleash an unholy smell of rotted cheese and spoiled milk all over the kitchen area of the ship.

“Starting to smell like a Bantha too.” Ben laughed externally, but on the inside he was burning up. For whatever reason, there was something about his girlfriend acting so uncouth and foul that turned him on like nothing else - and nothing got him going more than when she farted like that.

Of course he could never tell her that, he had no doubt he’d be laughed off the planet if he did, but when he was sure she wasn’t paying attention…

Ben took a sly step into the gas cloud, closing his eyes and taking a deep inhale. It was nothing short of a dumpster-level stench. Not just from the effects of dairy on Rey’s lactose intolerant stomach but also every meal she had eaten recently all mixed together and spit out in a repulsive facsimile of what it once smelled like.

He just imagined her, bent over in her tight white pants, ripping ass as shamelessly as an Eopie. She’d call out to him. “Come closer, Ben. I want you to smell this, Ben. I’ve stuffed myself stupid full of cheeses and meats and cake, Ben…”

“Ben…”

“Ben!” Once again he had to be jolted out of his horny spell, the tall man suddenly standing up straight and turning to face the unimpressed woman.

“You do know that I just farted there, right?” She asked rhetorically - he could’ve been halfway across the planet and he’d have heard it.

“Yes, obviously. Of course. And it reeks.” He assured, stepping closer to Rey and out of the fermenting cloud of odor she had left moments prior.

“Then what were you doing in the middle of it?” That was the impossible-to-answer question he was hoping she wouldn’t ask.

“Ah, I was just… trying to… check something.”

“You are an odd man, Ben Solo.” Rey grinned and shook her head. “Now come, I need some help up in the cockpit, I don’t think some of these parts have been swapped out since before you were born.”

“Actually, I think I might go for a little… walk. Just get some fresh air.” He said, despite the fact that he wanted the exact opposite. “But tomorrow, hey, I’ll be right back here to help. Promise.”

Before Rey could say another word, he was off. And she was left there as confused as she was when the conversation started.

“Still don’t know what he wanted over here.” She spoke aloud as she followed his steps over into the odored kitchenette, nose turning up. “Eugh… maybe I do drink too much blue milk.”

grggggllll

FRRRBBBBBPPPPPPPLLABBPPPPPTTTT!!!

“Crap… make that definitely.” Rey winced, her ass roaring out another thick fat into the poor punished nook. It made the last one seem downright fragrant, old cheese was certainly better than the rotting garbage she just exhaled through her rear. She reached back and wafted her hand back and forth as fast as she could, doing anything possible to disperse the thick cloud of stench - she did still intend to eat her dinner there after all and the last thing she needed was a lingering fart ruining her appetite.



Rey continued around the ship completing odds and ends as the day progressed, knowing that Ben would have been back at the hotel he was staying at in the nearest city already. It was productive but admittedly boring doing it by herself, no one to banter with or bounce ideas off of. The one levity she had that night was the occasional FRRRPPPPPPTTTTT rumbling out of her ass, although her smiles were often cut short once she caught a whiff and then had to quickly duck into the next room.

Eventually the twin suns set and the crop dusting of the Falcon had to come to an end, at least for today. Rey yawned and stretched as she retired to the sleeping quarters of the ship, scratching up and down on one of her thick cheeks as she face planted down onto the bed. It had been a long day so she knew she’d be out shortly. She laid there with her ass pointed up in the air.

PPPPHBBBBLLLLAARRRPPPPPPPTTTTTT!!!

She sighed brazenly, as one would after such a satisfying release. It rumbled through the bedroom, knocking trinkets off shelves and shifting anything not bolted down. She knew she’d have to clean it up tomorrow but she didn’t care at this point, she was too exhausted to do anything but lay down and unleash olfactory hell.

“Smells like…” Rey mumbled into her pillow before trailing off, unable to find the energy to even compare her foul flatulence to anything else. It smelled awful, that was the crux of it.

The brunette remained still for a moment as she let the thought ruminate in her mind. Her gas truly did smell absolutely terrible… So why was Ben actively walking into it before? She tossed one way, then turned the other, before she groaned and sat up again. She needed an answer, but she wasn’t going to get one by asking him directly.

Luckily for her, the force had many ways to get information out of anyone, especially someone you share a force-bond with. Sitting up in bed, Rey closed her eyes and began to focus - if they could meet this way across the galaxy then across a single planet should be child’s play.

“There you are…” Rey spoke to no one in particular as she quickly found herself before a sleeping Ben. The other times they had force-bonded, both parties were awake. This time however, things were different. Rey was conscious before the snoozing man, giving her free reign to poke and prod for anything she wanted to know.

Was it exactly moral? Certainly not, but she wasn’t exactly using it for nefarious means.

“Tell me the truth…” She continued to focus, reaching out a hand to tune her force powers directly onto Ben. She wasn’t quite prepared for what she saw. It was memories of her… and her ass. Side glances, full on gawks, it was like he had catalogued everytime he had ever seen it.

“Goodness, maybe I am getting a little fat.” Rey was taken aback at just how large it looked in his head (and in reality). Things only got more shocking to her when she accessed the truly deep portions of Ben’s kinky mind.

FRRRPPPPPPPPPBBBBTTTTTTT!!
PBbbBbbBBbbLLOORRRRPPPPBBBTTTT!!!
SSSPPPPLLAABBBBBBPPPPPTTTTT!!!

And so on. Rey winced at the last example, remembering the time she accidentally stained the whitest pair of pants she had. She had repressed that, he clearly hadn’t.

She shook off the shame of that unfortunate day and refocused on the truly pressing matter: Ben actually liked her farts? That was about the only explanation for why someone would willingly walk right into them, every other person she knew would never dare jump into the toxic clouds like that. At least, not anyone with a working nose… and plenty without - she once saw BB-8 race out of the room after a particularly potent release.

It wasn’t as if Rey was disgusted by the fact or anything, it was just the first time in her life someone had responded to her horrific gas with anything but disdain or illness. If anything, she wished Ben had the guts to tell her when they started seeing one another! Not that she was shy about her gas but she still held in so much more than she released around him.

Rey allowed the force-bond to break and she immediately found herself back in the Falcon, sitting up in her bed. It was always a little disorientating coming out of those, both mentally and-

FRRRRPPPBBBBLLAAPPPPPPPPPP-PPBBBBBB-PHBBBBBBTTTTT!!!

-physically. Rey winced slightly as she unleashed a chunky, warm blast into the bed she was currently making two round indents in. With the soft mattress squishing against the equally soft cheeks, two things happened. First, the sound was relatively muffled, at least comparative to how loud it would have been if Rey let it rip freely. Second, the power of the bomb was amplified as it reverberated through the bedding and spread all over the room, its area of effect stretching out over half of the ship now. It was monstrous, and now she knew the exact thing Ben would love to see (and smell) her do.

She went to sleep feeling invigorated, like tomorrow would bring a new step in their relationship.

Before Rey knew it, she was awoken by the buzzing of her alarm. The Jedi groaned as she sat up, rubbing her eyes and yawning before she flipped off her blanket - this was a mistake.

All of her sleep farts that had been collecting while she snored attacked their creator with the viciousness of a Rancor, shooting up her nose and spreading their foulness over every last nanometer. It was even more of a shock to her system than the beeping that woke her up.

“Oh, god, no…” Rey coughed and gagged at the odor. She was capable of some horrendous smells but nothing quite like this. It was like a dead womp rat was left to ferment in the dual suns on the hottest day of the year. She tried to not use the Force for matters as trivial as this but, well, when have her farts ever been trivial ?

Rey extended out her hand and pushed the stench away in the further corner of the bedroom, still holding her nose with the other hand to avoid any lingering stench as she crawled out of bed. It was a rude awakening, but it wouldn’t dampen her spirits for long.

She rolled up into a sitting position on the side of the bed, heavily weighing down the mattress’ centre as she continued to yawn and stretch and FFRRRRPPPPBBBBPPPPTTTTT!!! shamelessly. She unleashed some beasts in the night but now it was time for her ass’ morning shift to begin, and it was as productive as ever.

Standing up? PRPBBBBPPPPPPPBBTTTTT!!!

Taking a step? BLBLBBBLBLLLORRRPPPTTTTT!!!

Realising her clothes absolutely reeked of sweat and farts? SSSPPLLOORRRBBBBPPPPTTTT!!!

“Goodness… that was wet.” She scoffed, reaching a hand back to check for any damage. It was thankfully dry (enough) but a trip to the bathroom was still in order - for a shower and a porcelain punishment.

It was around this time that Ben was arriving at the Falcon, about to take his first step up onto the ship when he was stopped right before footfall by a disgustingly loud SSSSSSKKKKPPPLLAAABBBBPPPPPPPPTTOOSSHHHH !!!!

He decided he’d wait until she was done. The last thing he needed was to get all excited about her various stenches and have a repeat of the prior day’s awkwardness.

It didn’t take long, shockingly, before the loud sloppy plops ended and Rey gave her body a quick and much needed wash. Of course, it took mere moments after soaping up her crack before it would start to reek again but she wanted to at least put an effort in.

Before Ben’s mind wandered too far back to the wet sounds he was hearing before, Rey stepped out of her ship. She was dressed in a fresh new tunic - questionably she opted to once again wear white even with her plan for the day - and her hair was halfway up as she walked out into the desert landscape.

“Oh, Ben! I didn’t think you’d be here already.” The brunette was startled, quickly laughing off her shock as she finished putting her hair into its usual three buns. “I was still getting ready but, I think we can get down to business early.”

“Look, I just wanted to say I’m sorry about-”

“Upp!” Rey raised a single finger to silence the larger man, knowing she had all the cards now. “Not another word, you don’t have to explain anything. I know all about what happened, and I want you to know one thing…” She waited for him to lean in before she struck, fists clenched and butt jutted out.

PPBBLBBLLLLARRRBBPPPPPPTTTTTTTT!!!

“Oh my- Rey!” Ben gasped, stepping back and turning away from the immediately thick cloud of fumes. “That is disgusting.” He laughed to himself, because he wasn’t wrong, it was foul.

“But you love it, right?” Five little words completely shattered Ben and froze him in place, eyes wide as he stared at Rey’s smug expression. He never quite noticed before how even when staring at the woman head-on, he could see her fat asscheeks. It had gotten big .

“I don’t- you can’t- I- What?!” The flustered Solo stuttered out a laugh, looking anywhere but Rey’s eyes. If he thought rationally he’d have likely put together right away that she used their bond to discover his dirty little secret. But when one is called out like that, the last thing they’ll do is think rationally. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“C’mon now, Ben, don’t make me make you admit it” Rey tsked, knowing she might have to use advanced tactics to get him to stop playing dumb. “You know you can’t hide anything from me.”

“I know that I am not interested in the horrible things that come out of your body.” He wouldn’t relent, even as his beautiful girlfriend took slow steps towards him until they were mere inches apart. Then, without a word, she spun around on her heel and immediately bent down to touch her toes. “H-Hey, wait, what if someone sees-” Before Ben could raise his very valid point, Rey struck.

FFRRBBLBLBLLASSSPPPPBBBBBTTTTTTTTT !!!!

“Ohhh, that hits the spot. Think I had an itch back there.” Rey giggled cutely, a direct contrast to the Hutt-like sounds that had just roared out from between her pachyderm cheeks. They wobbled aggressively against Ben’s crotch, so hot and humid and nasally abhorrent that no erection could survive in its wake - even if it was cushioned between the fattest ass in the galaxy.

That is, of course, unless one was even more attracted to the fart than the ass that created it.

“Rey, you’re- tch…” Ben winced his eyes shut, unable to even find words as his brain was so overrun with pleasure. He considered pinching himself to see if he was dreaming, but why would he ever want to wake up from this?

“I’m what?” Rey asked, looking over her shoulder with a deadly smirk, giving her hips little jumps to jiggle her cheeks against her boyfriend’s crotch even more. “Gassy? Reeking? Totally and utterly disgusting? I’d take all three as a compliment.”

“How did you- ggh!” Another attempt at forming words was ruined by Rey’s giant wobbling backside as it gave a loud, firm clap against him now.

“You didn’t exactly make it hard to tell something was wrong yesterday.” She began, slowing her grinding to a painfully leisurely rub. “I felt bad about it but I knew I had to find out what was bugging you, so I used our bond while you slept.”

“You what?!” Ben spat out, cutting himself off with another moan as one hand found its way sinking into one of Rey’s doughy fat cheeks.

“Well, you were never going to tell me! I’m sorry for invading your privacy like that but just consider all the ways I can make it up to you now.”

“I should be upset but… I’m listening.” Ben knew it was wrong but the way Rey was shaking against him, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay remotely mad. And she did do it just to make him more comfortable.

“I think you can expect a lot more of this, and a lot more-”

FFRRRPPPBBLLLAASSSPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT!!!

“Unf- of that.” Rey reached a hand back and slowly, tauntingly wafted it side to side. She knew he’d appreciate the absolute ineffectiveness of the action because it would only amplify just how massively disgusting her flatulence could be.

“And you don’t feel embarrassed? Doing this? Or being with someone who’s… you know.” Ben started to get a bit bolder as he kneaded her asscheek and took his first few cautious whiffs of the tainted air.

“I’ll admit, I think it’s a bit strange. Usually when I let one like that out it sends people running for the hills. You’re the first person I’ve met who doesn't seem terrified to be downwind of me.”

“There’s no place I’d rather be.” He asserted, giving Rey’s behind a firm slap which prompted even more vigorous jelly-type jiggles against his manhood.

“See, that embarrasses me more than any fart I’ve ever ripped.” Rey giggled through the blush that immediately took over her face.

“You know, I’ve always appreciated that in women. That shamelessness, that defiance against polite society. As long as I can remember, I’ve been attracted to the type of woman who spits in the face of standards and expectations.” He explained, in the most verbose and serious way possible.

“So basically, you like when a girl is nasty and isn’t afraid to cut a fart in front of anyone?” Rey translated for brevity. “I can’t say I’ve never been mortified after farting in front of someone I shouldn’t have but if you want me to be an unabashed Gamorrean slob for you, Ben, then your wish is my command.”

The brunette finally stood up straight and turned back to face her worked-up partner, still grinning at him - especially now that she could see his dumb lovestruck expression.

“When I lived on Jakku, there was no time to worry about being a proper girl. I don’t know if you’ve ever been-” He had but it was unlikely either wanted to dig into the circumstances of it. “-but it wasn’t exactly the best planet for keeping clean. I didn’t have a shower, a sink, not even a toilet. Living mostly alone like that, it got so easy to be nasty that I never learned how to be clean.”

Ben listened to Rey intently, every detail of her past life seeming specifically designed to reaffirm that she was in fact the woman of his dreams.

“Doesn’t help that basically anything there was to eat in that place went through me like a blaster. I’d swallow it and half a minute later it would get explosive.” She chuckled, looking back on her time as a scavenger with just a hint of fondness. “That is when there was anything to eat.” Of course she quickly reminded herself of just how hellacious it was.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, don’t be. You see what happens to me when I can stuff my face whenever I want to?” Any seriousness on Rey’s face vanished as she brought the mood all the way back up with a single trick. She lifted herself up onto her tippy toes before she dropped back down hard, crashing her two fat cheeks together like waves on Kamino.

From behind it looked like two soft, pillowy Hoths were colliding with one another and the sound it produced was loud enough to be a planetary impact. The sound of a whip cracking echoed through the desert for miles as Rey’s clap attested to just how mighty her ass could become on a proper diet.

“It’s like I can only gain weight back here.” Rey half-lamented, cupping under her two hefty Death Stars and making them bounce a few times. Each drop resulted in another deafening clap and another volley of fatty trembling that would outdo even the chin of a Gungan Ankura, “But anytime I feel even the slightest bit self conscience, now I can just think about how much you love it.”

grggggllll

“Speaking of things you love. Think that cup of blue milk I chugged after my shower is ready to play. Question is, are you?” Rey took Ben’s hand and practically dragged him up into the ship, making sure to shut the entrance ramp behind them to make sure they were sealed inside.

Before Ben could even realize what was happening, they were in Rey’s sleeping quarters. The Jedi on all fours on her bed, pointing her big round weapon right at him. That’s no moon - it’s a giant fat ass.

Her stomach continued its loud gurgles, clearly at the end of its rope and knocking angrily at Rey’s clenched backdoor. She was holding it in for a massive start, she just needed Ben in position.

“Get in here.” She ordered, pointing a finger at her crack before running it up and down, wedging her pants between the colossal mounds to further illustrate the perfect size and shape of her cheeks. “Your face, c’mon.”

It didn’t take any mind tricks for her boyfriend to obey.

Ben didn’t need to be asked twice before he kneeled down and stuffed his face right where Rey had instructed him to. His eyes poked out over the top of her enormous ass, taking in the wide expanse of white that filled the bottom half of his vision. It was like he was surrounded on all sides by stinking ass - and for all intents and purposes he was.

Before Rey could unleash her grand beginning, Ben was already sniffing at the gaseous residue left behind in her cavernous crack. He’d slide his nose up and down repeatedly like a podracer lapping around Mos Espa, ensuring he was getting a strong whiff of every possible inch.

Then, finally, it happened.

PPPPRRRRBBBBBLBLLLLAARRRRSSSSPPPPPBBBBBTTTTTTTTTT !!!

An ungodly long, ungodly foul and ungodly powerful fart erupted into Ben’s face, still ship rattling even with his head plugging the hole. Ben felt his skeleton rattle from the Star Destroyer power Rey was blasting out her ass, making his body shiver and his knees weak.

Around the halfway mark of the mighty minute-and-a-half long fart, Ben couldn’t help himself and reached his large hands up and grip onto Rey’s phat ass. Within a millisecond of making contact, he was massaging the magnificent rear, parting and mashing the cheeks together against his face to further indulge his kink.

Each inhalation was worse than the last, more lung-destroying with its toxic, rotted dairy stench. If anything could grow on Tatooine, a fart like this would have been sure to kill it. Thankfully Ben was built a bit stronger than a weak shrub, but even for a man of his stature who actively enjoyed the agonizing smell, he hacked up more than once.

“You really are enjoying that, aren’t you?” Rey chuckled, looking over her shoulder at the clearly aroused man as he continued to shamelessly grope her rump. “Even when they’re as bad as they are today, hm?” Expectedly, she didn’t get a response, just the sensation of even more fervent sniffing at her hole. “Just be careful you don’t regret it now.”

She gave a warning before starting to push out her next bomb, giving her hips a twist as the big bubble in her guts moved down her from her stomach to her colon. It struck quickly, without warning, a shockingly sneaky strike for an attack this massive.

PPPPPBBBBLLLLAAASSSPPPBBBB - BBLLLOORRRPPPPP - PHBBBBBBTTTTTTTT !!!!

It came in three acts; a massive splattery start, a foghorn-esque droning middle and a sharp raspberry finale.

Each one stunk worse than the last, like Ben could smell the deep-fried gorg Rey had last night rotting in real time. His eyes were watering by the end of it, his nostrils singed hairless and his mouth coughing up farts everytime it opened. He looked like he was on the wrong end of a horrible torture but he had never been aroused more in his entire life. Each sniff of the rotten meat aroma only sunk Ben further into his pleasure-addled state.

“More…” Ben moaned out, voice muffled by the ass but still just audible to the Jedi he was worshipping.

“You sure? I don’t want you to pass out back there.” It wasn’t clear if Rey was genuinely concerned or just taunting him but either way Ben wasn’t dissuaded. Instead of words, he’d just moan into the dense rear and wiggle it approvingly - his way of saying “please yes”.

“Alright then, I’ll make sure you get every last drop of it.” Rey was about to do something she had secretly always wanted to ever since she learned she was Force-sensitive but never had the chance to… until now. She raised a hand and gave it a wave, closing her eyes to focus.

Ben wouldn’t have noticed at first but around his head there was an invisible bubble forming, securing itself around Rey’s hips. Inside its radius was the man’s head, his hands and Rey’s ass - it was clear which took up a majority of the tight space. With its impervious seal, there was no way for any fresh air left in the bedroom to make its way to Ben’s nose.

He was about to breathe in 100% flatulence.

PPPRRBBBBBLLLLLLLAARRRRBBBPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT !!!!

A beastly howl bellowed out from Rey’s ass, shooting directly into Ben’s face once more. At first he didn’t notice the growing lack of oxygen, he was close enough to her ass that he was used to this total methane exposure at first. But something strange happened, no matter how much he inhaled, the smell never seemed to dissipate. Not that Rey’s farts didn’t tend to linger but this was something else, like they were congealing in the Force bubble into some truly disgusting smog.

The stench seemed to intensify by the second too. It was already abstracted to the point that it wasn’t clear what one was even smelling beyond stink , but it was layering upon itself as the toxic fumes swirled around their small container. Each breath got worse and worse, and this was just the beginning.

PPPHBBBBLBLBLBbbBbBBLLLAARRRbbBbPPPPPTTTTT !!!

The follow-up came quickly, offering exactly what Ben wanted at that moment: a sloppy wet blast to make the fumes concentrating around him even worse. He put it together quickly, and he had never been more turned on in his life. Who else in the galaxy was capable of creating a dream come true like this? He was stuck in my place by the power of the Force, being forced himself to suck down what Rey was feeding him. Not that he minded, naturally.

From the outside, it was an interesting experience for Rey too. The small sized bubble served to block out much of the horrible wet sounds, making them sound almost normal in volume (nothing could be done about their length though). It wasn’t just an auditory curiosity however, as Rey took in one of the stranger sights she’d ever seen.

While the Force is invisible, and as such the sphere holding her rear and Ben in was too, her gas was quickly growing opaque as she unleashed more and more. She’d noticed before on particularly potent days that whatever poor room was on the receiving end of her hotboxing would have the slightest green fog around it, but she chalked it up to her mind playing tricks.

Now there was no denying what she saw. Floating around Ben’s head like the nastiest cloud imaginable, there was a darkening green miasma.

FFBBLBLBBBBBLLLAARRRRSSSSPPPPPPHBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTT !!!

And it just got even darker, shifting colors once again as Rey couldn’t even hold her gas in at this point. Uncontrollable gallons of gas boomed out and fumigated the prison she had trapped her partner in. It was becoming so thick it bordered on chewable, her view of Ben becoming more obscured by fumes with each passing second.

PPBBBBBBBBBbBBbBbbLLARRRRRFFBBPPPPPTTTTT !!!

And each passing fart, that would again mutate the color of the fart haze to a browner shade of green. By this point, the bubble was almost completely filled in with farts. It was visibly quaking, a sign that Rey should have expanded it out. Unfortunately Rey herself was in a state of ecstasy, meaning neither party was in any state to make a reasonable decision.

Rey’s eyes were crossed as her butt belched up more fumes than even she thought possible. Mere seconds all that separated whole minutes of explosive gas. Her hole was on fire, working overtime to please both herself and Ben who was similarly overdosing on pleasure. He could hardly even find the brainpower to continue massaging her cheeks, hands just gripped tightly in place now as he snorted every farticle up.

SSSPPPPPLLLLLLUURRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT !!!!

Things took a turn for the truly disgusting as Rey released her messiest sounding fart yet, and this was too much for even her mighty powers to withhold.

An enormous boom shook the Falcon as the bubble burst, and with it came an onslaught. All the brown gas that had been congested into the tight space was allowed to fly free. It shot out to fill every inch it could, blowing out the door of Rey’s bedroom after filling it in mere seconds. Within moments, the entire interior of the Falcon was filled with a fart fog as dense as smoke.

Ben felt himself grow limp in all but one place, his hands slipping down the round cheeks and falling by his side as he collapsed onto his back with an overjoyed expression. Without either the strength or the Force keeping him in place, he was free from the gigabutt (albeit against his wishes). His chest heaved as he panted, trying to catch his breath but finding only Jedi gas filling his lungs.

Rey was equally slack as she collapsed flat on the bed, ass still up in the air. It was only just beginning to slow its jello-thick wobbling after the previous fart, audibly clapping and slapping against itself before coming to a stop as drawn out as any of her prior rips.

Unfortunately for Rey, she didn’t have any time to catch her breath like Ben did. Just when she thought she might’ve been empty, a disgusting SPPPPLLLLRRRTTTTTTT !!!! blew out her behind, a harbinger or something more solid.

She clasped both hands over her crack and shot up onto her knees with an eep. It was one thing to sweat through her white pants, something she had done a lot over the last twenty or so minutes - they were bordering on transparent between the perspiration and the way the fabric was stretched over Rey’s ass.

“Gotta go, gotta go!” That was all Rey offered a still smiling Ben, who rolled on the ground to and fro and continued to indulge in the inhospitable atmosphere left in his girlfriend’s wake. All the while he listened to her distant cries of “Where is that damn bathroom?” and “I can’t see anything in here!” before they eventually gave way to sounds so soupy and foul they’d stay with him for a long, long time.

He was just hoping she managed to find the bathroom first.

 

[Ishtar]

I don't ever think biological guys write fanfiction. I have NEVER seen or heard a guy write fanfiction unless it was something retarded like genric OP GaryStu x Harem.

This…isn’t true. I’ve corresponded with and read fanfiction written by men. Some of it longer and better in quality than lower end professional writing.

It may look like women dominate this, and they do-but men definitely write fanfic.

 

[Aunt Carol]

As people mentioned before in this thread, women are attracted to piss fetishes, while men are attracted to shit fetishes. Men also tend to write futa stories, and I think they also are more likely to write ABDL stories.

Are women really attracted to piss fetish, or is it more that when female fanfic authors need to keep escalating kink, pee is the barrier they hit first, before poop?

I do think some women end up entering the piss kingdom via omorashi, sometimes by independent invention.

No data at all to cite. Trans all end up with pee in the end: the pooners fixate on urination while standing, the troons use an off-label diuretic to suppress testosterone, and the diaper furs are there to catch them if they can't descend straight into ABDL.

 

[Dr. Arinsu]

This…isn’t true. I’ve corresponded with and read fanfiction written by men. Some of it longer and better in quality than lower end professional writing.

It may look like women dominate this, and they do-but men definitely write fanfic.

Its hard to tell as majority of fics I come across reek of estrogen and daddy issues.

 

[Ishtar]

it’s a female dominated hobby. Men that do it, I would guess tend to not just be artistic, but more inward looking sensitive sorts.

 

[Chandelier]

I was beginning to think MGCraig wasn't in it to win it, but alas, this Wisconsinite proves that her Dom Triggers are always activated. Once again showing she totally isn't racist, she makes the stalwart decision of making the token Latino huff some wolf pheromones and become the Dominant Alpha Male whose sole instinct is to rape the tiny, pure-white 'prey animal' white boi. At this point, the only thing she'd get offended by is if someone wrote an orgy where the Latino was getting a bunch of batons shoved up his ass from ICE.

As it turns out, this fic was beta-read by PrettyBadMagic, whose entire fic was also make a Latino man a rapist as a way to own the racist 4chan chuds. From the woman who wrote, 'unblooded girlchild' and 'the lube flowed down his thighs like diarrhea' comes this masterpiece.

Spoiler: Dumb Animal-Brained Instincts

> It would serve better as high-density housing
Glad he's the kind of person who goes, 'Look at all this beautiful nature. It would look so much better paved over for a concrete jungle.' A real Chudjack way of thinking.
> Curling up small
I love how, in all of her fics, Craig has never shied away from making trans Viktor the tiniest, weakest piece of shit ever. He's so itty bitty he can hide like a rabbit - and, spoilers, Jayce finds him because he has superior hearing and smell. That pooner pussy gave him away.

> A whole rack full of DNA samples and pheromones
What's funny is that they know EXACTLY what sex is in the pheromones they harvest. Jayce huffed male wolf pheromones to make him an unstoppable rape beast, and guess who the prey animal is? That's right: the FTM. Are you shocked?
> He physically restrained Viktor when he tried to leave
I'm totally shocked. It's not at all in this author's MO to make this character the stereotypical abusive, sexually aggressive Latino who can only be stopped by getting shot or thrown into CECOT.


> Jayce has always been a bit possessive
He canonically isn't.
> Condescendingly protective, even
So, toxic masculinity. It's OK when said male has a big dick. We can forgive all his sins because he's hot.
> Like something Jayce believes he has access to
> Has an entitlement to the body of said pooner
Oh, that's not shocking at all. Tell me, Craig: why is it that it's always the 'CIS' man who dominates the scene; who appears larger, more aggressive and more powerful, whereas the trans man is always the one getting cornered, dominated, and bossed around? It can't have anything to do with sexual dimorphism and Viktor being female, now can it? It's almost as if you're writing TRADITIONAL HETEROSEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS.

> It felt like Jayce had been so smitten Viktor had all the power in fact
And when your boytoy huffs some wolf piss and decides he's going to be Alpha Male Sicario, you throw out all those red flags and decide: 'My pussy is going to be adequately fed, why should I give a damn about my safety?'
> He is scared of what Jayce will do to him
Spoiler: he convinces himself that he likes it, because Jayce has a large penis and can get away with whatever he wants.

> Looks starving
> Has big palms and hands like a bear
> It's simple for him to subdue Viktor because his testosterone is nothing to natural male strength
> Could smell and hear Viktor due to him earning wolf attributes (and I guessed that's what would happen)

> Huge hands
Let me guess: he can fight a gorilla 1 on 1 with them.
> It's conditioning at this point
I find it very curious how the trans man has to condition himself to be more 'obedient' for the 'cis' male, as if the author herself knows trans men aren't actually men and can't do shit when an actual man gets pissed off enough to harm them.
> I've never felt more like myself, actually
Casually admitting he's always been a beastly creature unworthy of human rights, nice. But Jayviks aren't racist, oh no.

> You have a prey instinct
Again, it's telling how this keeps happening with the trans man.
> I guess that makes you a predator
And he doesn't even deny it. Nothing like making Latinos uncontrollable man-beasts. Progshits really are worse than open racists. At least openly racist white women such as myself can say they're hard workers and have good aspects of their culture - and still want better for them.
> He's wet for it, admittedly
Of course. Nothing turns on pooners more than a Latino rapist.
> He's acquiesced to the role like a familiar survival instinct
Trans men are men, yet they take the female position of placating an actual male who's about to take advantage of them. Funny how that works.
> His body eager to please his captor and (being) so dominated
Uh huh. If you want, Craig, you can just go to Milwaukee. You won't get many Latinos but you will find black men. But you aren't fond of those men, now are you?

> Turned-predator
Sounds like you need to put him on ICE, eh?
> Viktor wonders if he could make a run for it
You admitted in the first part you couldn't due to your disability. BTW, did you know this rape fic also has a class consciousness aspect?
> Shiny apex of his thighs
He needs to be uber wet for that massive dog dick. Woof. And wondering if a Latino's hands are clean? What are you, some kind of supremacist?

> He snuffs at Viktor's pubic hair
I wonder if he can smell salt, fish, testosterone, or BV.
> If Viktor can survive the night
He'll suck in that police baton like he's Rodney King.
> His nose grinds into his cock
Note how she's fine with using 'labia', but cannot use clitoris. We can call the trans man a prey animal and use every other word and action to suggest they are female, but don't you fucking DARE use female-centric terms.

> Sensitive cock
Compared to that wolf cock, that's nothing.
> He is operating on a level of sexual shamelessness
The Latino has no sexual shame? You don't say. You might as well say they're a full standard deviation lower and that rape is a part of their culture, Craig.
> Tall and imposing
Because if he was a 5'4 Mexican this wouldn't be hot. It'd be funny.
> Jayce might be the animalistic predator, bereft of his usual tact and careful consideration for consent
Oh, so he's only a rapist SOME of the time. Sounds like he needs to be spayed.
> Dumb animal-brained instincts
Just call him a fucking wetback and be done with it.
> They've both been stripped of their humanity
Funny how the cis man is the predator and the trans man is the victim Almost like you're trying to say something with that.

> His prey-brain
Prey-brain, girl brain, hoe math, girljuice, anything to suggest femininity in a bad light. You might as well admit you're a woman at this point.
> Now he gets to choke on Jayce's cock
But does it bent like the one with the dildo? I remember that fic. Hard silicone can bend, now.
> Possessive romance
AKA your basic bitch werewolf romance white women in their 30s love to read. So, Craig, really.
> He's calling it prey brain
You were already calling it that.
> Has been indelibly changed by this experiment
Sounds like he needs to be spayed and neutered. Act like a dog, get treated like one.
> Jayce has been transformed into something inhuman
'Transformed'? This woman writes him like a knuckle-dragging rapist half the time. Knowing the people she hangs out with, her characterization is done for a reason. She doesn't like these characters. She hates them.

> I can see when you start to cry
Just wait until ICE comes in. You'll be crying all the way to El Salvador.
> Shoves his cock into Viktor's mouth until it hits his uvula
> Stretches his lips back, makes him feel disgustingly animal
He has to disassociate through this whole thing so he can remind himself that it isn't rape. Pure comedy.
> Welcoming his predator back into his throat
> Nose-breathing is already a struggle with a dick down his throat
'I'm not racist', Craig says, 'I just write my favourite Latino as a throat-fucking wolf-man who operates by dumb animal instincts.'
> Nobody ever died from coming too many times
There was someone who had a heart attack from orgasming, so you never know.

> Still panting through a sob
But it isn't rape. It's just a struggle snuggle!
> Barely acknowledged but for being a good sleeve for his cock
Funny how that's a common treatment for FTM Viktor: a sex doll, a cocksleeve, a prey animal, a victim...what are you trying to show with that?

> He sinks inside him to the hilt
Cliché.
> Jayce doesn't apologize or ask if he's alright
That's like asking a pitbull to be nice after they ate a child's face.
> Draws back to spear him open again. Like the face-fucking, they're punishing thrusts with a singular focus: his own pleasure at the expense of his prey's comfort
You don't say. The trans man, who's 100% a man, is always taken advantage of and treated like a rotisserie chicken by the 'cis' man. Not a trend there at all, no ma'am. Stop noticing things.

> His voice is wrecked from crying
> Later sobers up and acts as if nothing went wrong
> Jayce totally apologizes because he can't remember being a rampaging rape beast
> Happy ending
What a joke. All that crying, disassociation, fear and terror for nothing. It was totally just a scene, guys!

If you had cameras, I'd be showing up with cops to see how many batons you can fit in your ass. You're gay, right? Funny how this 'gay' man only fucks pussy and isn't into ass play. Let's see how this dog handles being spayed and neutered by the Border Patrol. Hey, it's my kink. You can't shame me for it.

Having PBM beta-read this puts a lot of things into perspective: she wrote an entire fic where Jayce was supposed to overthrow his toxic masculinity and embrace his bisexuality...before raping a man with fungal toes and a hairier anus than Ron Jeremy. Knowing that Craig approves of race play and 'unblooded girlchild' lines makes a lot of fucking sense. Comments are largely glazing her, because she's one of the top trans authors aside from Hexhomos. Raceplay fetishes can be forgiven if you know how to write good - until it becomes too difficult to ignore. This girl is almost as fixated on race as Andrew Anglin.

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If anyone here has seen the pooners of Grindr thread, you are away of these 5'0, 5'2, 5'3 beauties weighing over 250-300 lbs trying to hook up with guys addicted to dick. You've seen their piercings, their wild, unkempt hair, the dog-ears under their chests and their pepperoni nipples to highlight all the ways they have become Real Men. This is one of those tales. The title of the spoiler is a real line from the fic, as are these:
-Expecting the disgust to outweigh the horny
- pussy hedge fund'
- swabbing down executive cum'
- cunt choking down the cock splitting him apart
- he's going to be pissing on sticks for weeks after this
- reminded how his creampied pussy lives there full time
- the kind of post-nut swagger you only see in guys who think EBITDA is a personality
- your pussy is going to waste me before my trainer even gets here
- first time in months his Prozac dick hasn't sabotaged him

Someone is taking inspiration from PrettyBadMagic.

Spoiler: Brokeback Bloomberg Terminal

> The sheets are sour and warm
What's that? A trans person who doesn't bathe? You don't fucking say.
> Bored Americans with good posture and expensive sneakers
If they have good posture, you know they are rich, because a third of Americans are obese.
> Are you open-minded?
What he means is, 'you're on Grindr, so do you, as a gay man, fuck pussy?'

> Trans, disabled, grad student
> Like he's ingredients on a package label
Sounds like shit RFK Jr would ban.
> Someone who admits to being at home to strange men on the Internet become a feature on the nighttime news
You are on Grindr. There is an option to say whether you want to host or not. You declaring you would go to someone else's house means you're already admitting to strange men you'll do whatever they want. Retard.
> Wife in the Hamptons with the kids while he scrolls through trans guys
That would certainly be something to tell the wife: 'Honey, I'm gay. But I didn't suck dick, oh no. I topped a trans man. Yeah, it was pussy, but a MAN'S pussy, therefore I am gay. It's totally not the same.'
> Like he's ordering sushi
Comparing a trans man to fish is very, very fitting.
> He should probably tell him that scat is the hard line
That's for transwomen and ABDL. Pooners love watersports, though. But shit is too dirty because they can't scrub it out of their FUPA.

Yeah, I know you're a pooner because a twink would be using every single shower gel, shampoo and conditioner they have in their shower. Fucking BABY WIPES? Oh you STANKY

For the record: this is white Jayce, aka LoL's Giopara. So he's a bit bigger in the muscle department. Just in case you're wondering about the race bend.

> Actual bears
> A different kind of bear
He took 'I choose the bear' a little too literally.
> This guy should count himself lucky he's hot
You should count yourself lucky he can tolerate baby wipes and not people who shower. YOU STANKY
> He's aware of his own height, has been since puberty hit him the second time around
Testosterone does not make you grow. It does not influence skeletal growth. It is also not a second puberty because you are injecting a sex hormone into a body that already went through puberty. Nothing like promoting scientific misinformation.

> He thumbs the length of one scar, following the curve where it disappears towards Viktor's armpit
> Asks if he got it in Florida or LA
Imagine if he got it from Dr. Gallagher. He'd have the dog-ears.
> He's clearly getting off on the anatomy lesson
Do tell how this is still a gay man, then.
> Kill a rat in the laundry room with the snapped-off end of a Swiffer
That's nothing. Rats in NY can get up to the size of cats. This broke pooner clearly has never seen them.

> No wonder you're renting your pussy out instead of working a real job
It isn't even that, lol. You need to shower to look good on OnlyFans.
> You want me to apologize for not recognizing you?
You'd think Viktor, the genius that he is, would know he was fucking a rich man. Clearly he's on the left side of the Bell Curve.

> Suck, fuck, maybe feet if they're feeling adventurous
How about feed, sneed, and spraying that seed like we're greening the Sahara?
> His cock stirs at that
You don't have one.

> His hand land on Jayce's, dwarfed instantly
It's very common to write Viktor with tiny-ass hands, when they are only slightly smaller. This is done to show he's an uwu smol trans boy while the 'cis' man is huge and muscular with a bigger cock.
> The size difference tugging something low and ugly in him
Sexual dimorphism is a bitch. You can't help but get turned on by how BIG a real man is. But trans men are men, though...even if they are 5'2 and smaller than a laundry basket.
> No pussy in college
And yet you think you're a gay man? OK.

> Meat of his ass
He doesn't have an ass. AND that shit isn't even washed.
> Assistant in London, skinny thing
You know that pooner isn't American when:
> Looking nothing like you
So where they skinny, or skinny-skinny? I need the deets
> I'm not doing diapers
Of course not. He's fine chasing Grindr pussy because that makes him a 'gay' man. Boypussy, historically, referred to twink anus. Not actual pussy. This is just misogyny.

I also can't believe this girl brought up SCHOOL SHOOTINGS and global warming as an excuse for why he doesn't want kids I'm putting that in the pooner zoo.

> The man's cock is thick enough to make Viktor reconsider several life choices
Ah, the Coke can dick, huh? Always a classic.
> Like this is a restaurant and he'll let Viktor same the amuse bouche before the real course
It sounds like he's aiming for an 18 ounce steak, extra lean, Wagyu but with none of the Asian shortness. This is all WHITE meat, baby.
> I think you want it raw more than I do
I applaud this man for going down on day-old, unwashed pussy and coming out alive. The dick smell must be Tom Ford.
> Blowing rails in a steakhouse bathroom
Must be a fancy steakhouse, then, where the meat is fine-grade yet the mashed potatoes are dry.
> Daring each other to get raw-dogged by the managing director
...in a steakhouse?
> Brokeback Bloomberg Terminal
A line so good I used it as the title for the terminal. It's just that fucking hilarious.

> And two holes. As far as I know that makes you overqualified
Guess you can call him a Bonus Hole Boy, eh?
> Viktor's expected the disgust to outweigh the horny
The man looked over the fact you haven't washed that pussy in days. I think he's ready to go spear fishing.

> Impressive ass cock
You mean, impressive-ass? Because it makes it seem as if his cock is coming from his ass - which WOULD make him an actual gay man, ironically.
> The pussy hedge fund
Forget 'girlboss': THIS needs to be on a T-shirt.
> Your pussy's going to waste me before my trainer even gets here
These lines, man. Someone definitely took a page out of PBM.

> Swabbing down executive cum
Would be be coming OUTSIDE the windows? If so, he needs to be in the Guinness book of world records.
> First time in months his Prozac dick hasn't sabotaged him
1. You don't have a dick. 2. I am not surprised at all you are on SSRIs/anti-anxiety meds. All trans people are on a flavour of them.

> Cunt choking on the cock splitting him apart
Well it wouldn't be choking because it'd have extra holes, then.
> Cock buried to the hilt
Cliché. Also, it reads a lot like the MGCraig I just posted. This author was deffo inspired by her, too.
> The pressure is filthy. He can feel the spend leaking higher
> The sheer volume of it
He must be getting that top-of-the-line adrenochrome. 56 and coming like a horse? Ray Kurzweil is jealous.
> He's going to be pissing on sticks for weeks after this
Won't you be sitting down?

Now, I skipped the aftermath, because all it involves is Jayce Venmo'ing him $5000 and an offer to take him back home. Viktor refuses because he doesn't want to be stalked, and then we get lines like this:

Incredible. I'd be surprised if he shoves those dick-shaped toys up his ass like a real gay man vs chasing T-addled pussy that hasn't dried up yet.
> Server-farms-in-wetlands
He had no issue taking his money. He's in fucking Manhattan; there's not a green space left. Don't make him Greta Thunberg now.
> A man old enough for prostate checks who still jokes like a sophomore in a locker room
So he talks like Howard Stern, but he isn't a Jew. Just a pure-blood Gentile. Yum.

Nothing like offering an FTM a gangbang. Only question is: do they shower, or do they all smell like day-old depression sweat and weed? You're gonna have to wash those sheets before Dick-dildo over here with the adrenochrome decides to pump that Fortune 500 mL of cum inside that vag of yours.

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Time for something a little more poetic - clandestinepasserine's bumfuck Kentucky fic. This is Chapter 5, and we just had The Talk where our low IQ Latino in the middle of nowhere found out our white boi's big secret. The only judgement comes from those backwards ass Christians in a nation that endured communism for the past few decades. Now, we have a mutual understanding. All that's left is the Great Leap Forward into Poon.

It also just occurred to me: this is another instance of trying to defeat nasty stereotypes, and this stereotype is making the Latino priest into teenagers. They are NEVER beating the allegations.

Spoiler: Chapter 5 - Make Me Come Country Roads

As usual, I'll skip stuff that can be summed up in words. Viktor and Jayce have their morning coffee and discover they're out of sugar. Viktor, who likes his coffee white - like his white skin, get it - bemoans that he can't have coffee without sugar. So they make a trip into town, and Viktor gets a pretzel that's too big for his face (because he's uwu so smol).

Naturally, no chapter is complete without drama, and what better way to hammer that point home than make some old Southern ladies TERFs:

Nothing like directing your ire towards old white women. None are reserved for YOUR community and THEIR opinions, because miraculously, you're the sole Latino in this town that is overwhelmingly white. If you lived in a Hispanic community, you bet your ass they'd hold the same opinions. But those old white women have to be compared to bigoted hags, because we need that drama and a need for our 'gay' man to sort through his 'gay' feelings. Those women don't even know Viktor is trans. Nothing of what they said was wrong - and you didn't stick around to find out.

> Mean as a wasp that just won't quit buzzing
Oh, just wait until you find some abuelas. They'd be firing at each other in Spanish over that white boy having 'nothing in the front, nothing in the back'. This knuckle-dragger is losing it over someone with the build of a skinny chicken wing.
> I am not your shame
Technically, you are. He can't decide whether he's gay or not.
> You don't know what they'd do to someone like you. To people like us
They'd be confused because penis-in-vagina sex ain't gay, and then they'd be wondering why a white girl is saying she's a boy. What, you'd thought they'd lynch you, or something?

> Thinks Jayce is embarrassed and ashamed to be seen with him
> Confesses he'd be led by the Devil in order to accept his feelings
And we, the readers, are supposed to think he is 'drowning in sin', when he is attracted to pussy. Underage pussy, mind you, but it's still vagina.
> Let the old women at the store run their mouths till the gossip turns to dust
Funny, that's what will happen to Viktor's vagina after years of T.

Jayce, our rugged, Clint Eastwood-lookalike, has decided to turn back to smoking. We then have our long-awaited kiss scene - or not.

> His knees are bone beneath the thin cotton shirt
And yet I am to believe this is a Siren that could bring down the Seraphim. Boy's built like a Hazbin Hotel character.
> Almond-shaped
?? He's a European. He doesn't have almond shaped eyes.
> He's gone and done it now - ruined whatever fragile trust that had been stitching itself together between them
All because a 16-year-old suffering from gender dysphoria wants a surrogate dad. It only works because Jayce is, again, hot, and that ruggedness can excuse the fact he's fixating on a teenage girl.

> Who is Viktor if you strip him bare? A boy who's never belonged
You get a female. A girl who thinks being a boy will make life easier for her; who managed to smuggle testosterone across state lines while having rags for clothing. Priorities.

> Fragile as a sparrow
> Press of his small body against his
He's just uwu so smol.

An interesting thing about this fic is how Jayce's dialect goes from 'being proper' to speaking like white trash. There's a line about 'speak clean' as if he's lost his prim and proper speech. That rubs me the wrong way. When he gives his sermon, though, he goes right back to talking normally:

> Desire dressed in something holy
> Is nearly kissed by a white teenager
> Said teenager is thinner than a cored-out apple
OK.

Later, Viktor undergoes some teenage rebellion: drinking whiskey out of the jar, stealing his cigarettes, sleeping in, etc. Viktor reads very closely to Jayce, thigh-to-thigh, and begins snarking at every action he does. We are meant to interpret this as him being scorned and pissing off Jayce enough to fuck him in retaliation.

> I know you're not a good man, but I don't want a good man
He wants a man who can fuck the woman back into him, that's what he wants. I saved you 30k words.
> This is his sin
This isn't good enough to be a Nightwish song.

> he watches him sleep sometimes
Guess he gets a pass because he isn't a pasty white vampire named Edward.
> His kindness isn't platonic
It comes off as creepy, really. This is all told from Jayce's perspective, and he goes from being a well-spoken Southerner to a hick who barely graduated school. This is all from a Yookay woman who thinks that isn't racist, lmao

> Almost delicate in the dim light
I bet if you sneezed on him he'd melt like Elphaba.
> Something God set there as a private signature
And it says, 'put on some weight first'.
> All thin wrists and fragile bones
Such a godly temptation.
> Faint grey against pale skin
We just love our white skin, don't we, folks?
> I've never seen a temptation so dangerous
And it's someone outdone by a Popeye's bucket of chicken. Gonna be crazy reading the smut and he's fucking into a barely-there skeleton. I wonder if his dirty talk is going to be full hick or proper Plantation Southerner.

it’s a female dominated hobby. Men that do it, I would guess tend to not just be artistic, but more inward looking sensitive sorts.

Someone posted ITT that Alt-History is basically fanfic and men LOVE alternative history. Their autism comes from writing huge essays on what would happen if Dick Cheney's daughter wasn't a lesbian and so on and so forth. It's not so much sensitive, rather that male autism comes from info-dumping and abstract thoughts. They are focused on the things/objects, whereas women are focused on people.

 

[Jhonny Jhon]

I don't ever think biological guys write fanfiction. I have NEVER seen or heard a guy write fanfiction unless it was something retarded like genric OP GaryStu x Harem.

There are plenty of them. I myself wrote a few. It's just that we utilize different websites. I'd say Spacebattles, Questionable Questing, Sufficient Velocity, and Fiction.live all have predominantly male users. Brief explanation of each:

Spacebattles - Retards arguing/writing about Worm, Youjo Senki, and Warhammer. You can find God knows how many fics there where users debate the physics of an event to the point that the author gives up on the idea. There are far too many autists there. Gooners mostly contained to the female-protagonist stories, which are all written by troons.

Questionable Questing - Retards who are a bit more polite, but still argue. The other sites are run by faggots, but QQ is run by libertarian gooners, so they pretty much allow people to write whatever they want. The entire site is filled with gooner fics and too-cool-for-other-sites fics. When fags ban off a writer from another site because he said that all demons should die, said writer usually moves here.

Sufficient Velocity - Imagine a group of troons screeching into the void, play-acting as women in the ruins of an once opulent site. SV is dead. It once was the greatest forum for autists to debate and write out their Jedi-Sith-Mandalorian OP Protagonist stories, but troons have driven off most of the writers/readers, leaving only a shell behind.

Fiction.Live - The site focuses on quests. Quests are fics where the readers collectively vote and decide what will happen in the story(usually there are dice rolls involved as well, to see if the choice goes well or not). Kas(owner of the site) is a drunkard, thus people are allowed to write whatever they want. When he gets sober(extremely rare event), he bans a bunch of dudes, somehow makes the site run worse, then returns to his hibernation. So everything goes here(as a result, filled with gooners).

 

[Chandelier]

PrettyBadMagic, infamous for her 'unblooded girlchild' line and for trying to make fun of 4chan, has written an Omegaverse fic. This white girl is trying very, VERY hard to show that she is socially aware and respectful of the POC community...by once again making her 'fave' Latino no better than an animal. She abides by the usual omegaverse rules of only taking biology and biological essentialism seriously for sexual apartheid, as well as crafting a tradwife life for the omega. Later goes full Aryan Woman In A Wheat Field fantasy, along with having every character talk and act like a proto-human learning language for the first time. Since she is known for absolutely shitty Colleen Hoover lines, the best examples thus far are:

-Minorly slobber-inducing, somewhat cock-stirring
- can you jack off faster than the time it takes for the other alpha pheromones to eradicate your hard-on?
- What does his slickhole taste like?
- His invisible symphony spills out of him, a profuse bubble of contented omega
- beyond the days of marking via urine
- As soon as a pup can listen to a story, they're told of the magic of scent, of how one's future mate will smell more divine than any other person. Love at first sniff.
- He grunts and growls and pants, dying for a squirt of artificial slick
- A small omega like that would have a small hole (aligning with the author's barely-there pedophilia fetish)
- Not that there's much airspace to begin with - the apartment is the type of unit designed for omega anatomy, with low ceiling and cramped rooms an omega would call cozy
- How many gallons of slick has it seen? Does he wring it out at the end of each one?
- His cock is left intact, to quite possibly beat harder than his heart
- It's a reminder that cocks and not fingers put pups inside wombs
Lads, if you ever want to escape being called a creep, just pull this line: “I won’t hurt you. But I do need to fuck you. I need to breed you. I’ve wanted it since that first day in the lab, and I can’t deny my biology.
- Your scent is unbearable. It’s an intoxicant. It drains me of my intellect and turns me into leaking succubus. And I can’t say I don’t like it. Look at me. I’m desperate for you.
- The condition primes him to take cock

Spoiler: My UWU Omega

> The omega is petite
Right off the bat we have some Grade A bullshit. Viktor is 5'8. That is not petite - petite is 5'4 and below. This means he is an entire foot smaller than Jayce, and that is deliberate. We need the uwu smol omega that will be taken for a ride by the big, burly alpha. Tell me if you haven't read that before.
> His nose collects data like balsam and bergamot with vanilla and lavender
So he smells like a Lush bath bomb. OK.
> SO his biology is wired for omega attraction
The only fucking time these cunts EVER take biology seriously is with their fucking omegaverse. Imagine that: the alpha males, the larger, more muscular, more MANLY individual, is 'biologically wired' to dominate the stand-in for women. Biological essnentialism is SOOOOOOOOOOOO wrong...except when I do it.
> He is slender, with pale skin
Because white skin is pure and we must protect the safety and future of our white skinned people.
> Feels safe enough at the Academy without a collar
Yes, they have to wear collars or else they'll be raped, because It's Just Biology. They can't help it.
> His waist is slender
He's uwu so smol.
> Slobber-inducing, cock-stirring
Here we go with the Colleen Hoover writing.

> The omega pheromones act like a cure for those brave enough to approach an angered alpha
Because alpha males are rapist dogs, no better than animals, and only a 'feminine scent' can calm them down. This isn't sexist at all. It's Just Biology, bro!
> Alpha and omega
Heterosexuality under another name.
> Victory can induce sexual assertiveness in alphas. Athletes are more likely to claim a mate
You mean sexual competition and selection earns mates? WHOA. Here I thought Evopsych was a psyop!

> He is an omega, and Jayce, an alpha
Heterosexuals under another name, basically.
> Raised by an omega mother who reminded him everyone was equal
So a 'male feminist'.
> Society creates false binaries
And what do you do? AFFIRM THOSE BINARIES WITH THAT SHIT. You showed it when you described said omega as an uwu petite person who's so cutesy feminine and so disgustingly misogynistic WITHOUT EVEN BEING FEMALE that I have to wonder if you even believe your own bullshit. Rate me MATI; this author really, really makes the veins in my neck bulge. She's that fucking retarded.
> That's the past
> Doesn't let go of the past because these traits are biological in nature and you cannot override biology
> Promptly imagines the female stand-in in a bridal gown and raising children because that is his 'ordained role'
> Just complained about false binaries
> Has an obsession over said omega being a virgin, because this society also values purity
What's that about false binaries and progress, bitch?

> Says he is progressive and was raised by a 'feminist' mother
> Wants to fight any other alpha to the death for the exclusive rights to his 'mate'
> Growls in public like a shitbull if someone encroaches on his territory

And then we have the 'omegas are uwu so vulnerable' because we need that 'fragile and white' little flower to make a nice contrast to the big ole alpha here. She's never beating the allegations.
> They're at least beyond the barbaric days of marking via urine
Dogs. They are literally dog people.

> Forces himself to tamp down visions of tackling Viktor to the ground
What a male feminist, tackling him like he's running at at the Super Bowl!
> Some omegas are stronger than alphas
Lmao, which ones? Are we gonna pull out stats on which ones are more represented in, say, athletic sports?
> He would taste like sweet little nuts that grow on pine trees
Those are salty.
> Creamy with milk
Again with the obsession over creamy, white skin.
> He is a rational alpha, who isn't commanded by libido
You just wrote he would fight other alphas to the death so he could fuck that 'petite' omega.

> Omega close, good
What, are you going to start talking like a caveman, now?
> Like a pup hearing a bed time story
Here we go with the dog allegories. She loves those.
> Boasts a slight sheen of grease
This author previously wrote Viktor as so disgustingly unkempt that Asmongold looked like Tom Ford.
> It's woodsy yet edible, homey
> He smells like a house in the countryside and a dozen smiling pups, pretty as their mother
Oh, so we DO know what mothers are. Society is made up of false binaries, you say? So why is there ONLY mother and father?

> He sports a raging erection
> It counts as assault
> Erections are no longer blamed on omegas in a court of law
They literally had to change a law in order to punish alphas for rape. They were using the 'Asking For It' excuse.
> He knows on his way to the unisex bathroom used to resolve ill-timed eros or release solid excrement
...taking a shit. You can just write that.
> Can you jack off faster than the time it takes for the other alpha pheromones to eradicate your hard-on?
Sounds like you need to be SPAYED and NEUTERED to function properly. Act like a dog, get treated like one.

> Shake off the spell of omega autonomy violation
> He isn't a predator
You just wrote that he was eager to force himself on him. You really are adamant on writing this Latino as a Latino Lover Sexpest, aren't you?
> He could chew Viktor. Drink Viktor
Like a shitbull eating a toddler.
> What does his slickhole taste like?
I'm pleased this author gives me such wild fucking lines so I can share them with fellow Kiwis to laugh at. She's 100% serious with this.
> If unleashed, it would reverberate across the entire floor
So you sound like William Birkin in G Stage 1.
> His invisible symphony spills out of him, a profuse bubble of contented omega
This doesn't make any fucking sense.

> He can detect if Viktor arrives earlier than him
Dog. People.
> He smells like dinner and desert
> It makes him feel as if he is physically dunked in a tank of Viktor
Literally, how do these people function? They get swarmed with omega pheromones day in and day out and laws had to be made so they couldn't rape them en masse. They are worse than the Red Army in 1945 Berlin.

> Long strings of drool sag onto his notebook
DOG. PEOPLE.
> He's a brutish alpha, rabidly slavering
Guess we ditched the male feminist aspect as soon as it was convenient, eh?
> Rut is a natural, biological process
So glad the only time we take biology seriously is with your fucking sex apartheid AU.
> He smells metallic
> Not shiny metal but like iron ore
...IRON IS A METAL, IT COMES FROM THE EARTH, IT HAS A METALLIC SMELL. WHAT YOU SMELL IS IT INTERACTING WITH YOUR SKIN, DIPSHIT

Comparing the Latino to smell like coal is just so fucking funny to me. She isn't even hiding that racism anymore.

> Blind waves of distress ripple from Viktor, a slight souring
Remember: in this universe, your scent changes if you are stressed, happy, aroused, or getting fucked within an inch of your life. if it can be sold in a Dubai perfume shop, it's there.
> He could solve all of Viktor's problems by holding him, kissing him - knotting him
So much for being a good male feminist. That biological imperative is too strong, huh?
> He isn't safe around an alpha who has knotting fantasies
Following this up with Heimerdinger calling him a FERAL BEAST is just insane to me. No self-awareness at all.

> A little biological impulse is not an impossible hurdle
> Proceeds to describe how it's an impossible hurdle

Omegas have scent glands in their wrists, necks, thighs and genitalia - places where you would spray perfume if you were a woman. If you, as an 'alpha male' is huffing that shit, you are a dog, full stop.
> It's a buffet for Jayce, a total free for all
Sounds like you need to visit Heart Attack Grill.
> When he splays his knees, they nearly bump the wall
This makes it seem as if he is nine feet tall and he's cramped in a tiny-ass room.
> He grunts and growls and pants, dying for a squirt of artificial slick
Dog. People.
> He is virile. He is red-blooded. If he wanted to, he could march right back up to his lab: omega, mine
ME NEANDERTHAL. ME CLAIM PETITE OMEGA. YOU MINE NOW. YOU HAVE PUPS FROM JAYCE. ME VIRILE WITH GOOD SEMEN. This is what he sounds like.
> A small omega like that would have a small hole
What the fuck does this mean? Literally. It sounds awfully fucking pedophilic and suggests that 'virginal' women have small vaginas. Vaginas remain the same size and depth regardless of height.
> Something that would strangle Jayce's cock
> It would be a struggle to fit, but he would force it
'I am a male feminist', he says. "I am progressive" before he reverts to acting like a Neanderthal who only operates by sexual impulse. Yes, force that 'tiny' hole open like an unblooded girlchild, you sick bitch.

> Splattered with an offensive amount of semen
I want you to get prepared for this, because alpha males in omegaverse ejaculate like horses. When she means an 'offensive amount of semen', she means bucketfuls.
> He buys a spit-swab rut test that shows a blue result
So pregnancy tests but for alpha males. They can do that, but can't discover anything that makes them act human. Sterilization is a necessity.
> It is far from appropriate for a rutting alpha to roam the streets, itnercepting unsuspecting omegas and claiming them en plein air
En plein air means 'in the outdoors' and refers to painting. Having it used to describe feral rape is...interesting.
> Jayce would never
You just wrote him stating Viktor's 'tiny' hole could accept that massive cock and if it couldn't, he'd force it. Anything to get that 'petite' omega to get stuffed like a piñata.

> There's no scent trail leading up to the building
This makes me think of Dishonored and how one of the abilities (and from a rune, no less) allowed you to track footsteps of enemies. Alphas have built-in IR scanners, go figure.
> Blood erupts
Oh no! Anyways.
> He blinks tears from his lashes
You'll never guess what this 'progressive' male feminist does next.

> Omegas are frail creatures, Viktor especially so
There's nothing like these fujos complaining about ableism and then proceed to make their white fave the 'pale, fragile' one who can't even function in society without breaking. It's incredibly infantilizing.
> Jayce is the alpha in Viktor's life and should be his de-factor caretaker
Who the fuck decided that? Society? Biology? Oh, right, because we take that shit seriously when it comes to our wank material.
> It wants to rush to him, orbit him, confirm his health and status as the center of Jayce's universe
What a totally healthy relationship: the virile, red-blooded MALE, MAN, MASCULINE alpha and his petite, small, pale and fragile omega who can't function without getting fucked. This society should be bombed to the stone age.

> If he was already smeller, Mom sure smells like his nerves now
She already told you you fucking stink. Having vanilla come on top of coal and iron is...yeah. Smells like the aftermath of Hiroshima.
> It's a wearable family tree
And what happens when you get mass sterilized? Does the air finally smell nice again?

> A more perfumey note curls around the core scent
> It's an almost boozy note, yeasty
He is basically saying he can smell his pussy and it smells like rancid juice left out in the summer sun.
> He shoulders drool from his mouth
LITERAL. DOG. PEOPLE.
> He wields his alpha privilege to part the crowd with no more than a growl and a concerted swell of his chest and shoulders
Again with the Neanderthal posturing. This bitch really, really doesn't think this isn't racist when I've seen caricatures from Daily Stormer go about with more tact.
> Ripe yields to overripe, to sour, to a distinct curdling of what may have been the most refreshing bowl of berries and cream
So rancid juice. He's gonna go down on rancid pussy.
> It's me. It's Alpha
Wow, I wasn't aware she left The Walking Dead for this.
> Let me in or I'll let myself in by force
AND I'LL HUFF, AND I'LL PUFF, AND I'L BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW YOUR HOUSE DOWN

> A team of betas carted Viktor off to the safety of the nearest heathouse
State-sanctioned sex slaves, what a dream. Someone call Hasan and get it funded.
> This is not a sex-driven mission. It's a rescue
It's a sex-driven mission, don't fool yourself. You kick down his door in order to give your 'petite' - the MALE version is petit, you dumb bitch - little hole a big ole dicking because It's Just Biology, bro.
> More fiendish alphas use it as a signal of claiming scent
> Jayce wants to keep other alphas away
What is he going to do? Fight them to the death? Bite them and beat them like he's a human pit bull?
> Not that there's much airspace to begin with - the apartment is the type of unit designed for omega anatomy, with low ceiling and cramped rooms an omega would call cozy
What the fuck does this mean? Try changing it to this: 'the apartment is the type of unit designed for female anatomy'. Does that make any sense at all? Vagina owners want small, cramped spaces because what? Because of their biology? Fuck you.
> He tries again, a soft growl
GRRR ME JAYCE FUCK YOU TO SAVE YOU. ME HELP. ME USE BIG PENIS AND SEMEN TO FIX SWOLLEN VAGINA.
> Answer me or else
There's that male feminist in action!

> The sour scent of wayward heat gushes like a sludge
Sludge doesn't gush. It's thick and fetid, that's what you're aiming for. The 'room designed for omega anatomy' was described as being like a gelatin cube. Nothing should be gushing.
> His twiggy, trembling thighs
He's uwu so smol, so cute, so petite and fragile and white and -

> His omega is in need
> Alpha. Please. Help
StargirlJanet99 did the exact same thing and I nearly blew a gasket reading that. It's so fucking stupid reading these characters reduced to sex-starved beasts who can only speak in single sentences. It's actually offensive to read, and I don't say that often. It's irritating how the 'female' coded one loses all their intelligence and whose sole purpose is to get fucked. I don't see them complain that it's misogyny to reduce someone to their organs here.
> His cunt draws Jayce in with almost zero applied pressure and convulses around him, sopping and hungry
You ready for the Pac-Man pussy?
> He can recognize a desperately inflamed cunt when he feels one
Syphilis but make it PROGRESSIVE

> Jayce is taking advantage of an incapacitated omega
You DID knock down his door, and used your Innate Alpha Authority to do it. Don't play the gentleman now.
> He might start bleeding internally
A literal 'fuck or die' moment. Ladies, do you bleed internally if you don't get sex?
> Into a spongy bed of flesh
So his pussy is like a sponge cake. Nice.
> Then steams is jacket with open-mouth exhales
Not only do these people act like dogs, they exhale like deer. You'd think they produce so much heat their metabolism is through the roof, but no.
> His cock is left intact, to quite possibly beat harder than his heart
> It's a reminder that cocks and not fingers put pups inside wombs
What's that about binaries being bad? About that being a thing in the past? Sounds like even 'homosexual' relationships are still judged on who gets pregnant or not.
> Alpha, thank you alpha
"Fuck period session ended. Returning to main menu"

> He pretends he's the alpha fated for Viktor
Oh, fuck right off. Did you not have fantasies of you tradwifing him at a cottage? Of him siring your pups? Nothing like smashing apart 'outdated binaries' by basing your entire society around binaries and a rigid sex system that reads a LOT like apartheid.
> I think you had rapid-onset heat
That's real, but ROGD isn't.
> It's biological, not elective
Biology is real and sex roles matter when it comes to Omegaverse, but sex isn't binary or real when it comes to humans. Gotcha.

> Bridal style
Already wifing him up, huh?

The comparison between an alpha's bed and an omega's bed is more proof of this gender apartheid: despite writing that such attitudes are archaic, buildings are designed around catering to one sex or another that is based on exclusion. Omegas do not get big rooms unless they intend to shit out pups; Alphas get huge beds and extra space. Next you'll be telling me there's more segregation around the corner.
> It's swanlike. Pale
Yes, he's so swanlike and pale and beautiful and white and petite and fragile and cute with a teeny tiny vagina because the author is NOT a pedophile. This is a SOCIAL COMMENTARY, dammit!
> Balsam and baked bread
I thought he smelled of bergamot and lavender. What happened to Jayce stinking like iron ore?

> A conniving, squirrelling omega
You were calling him a 'fragile' omega with a tiny vagina. You don't get to walk that shit back when he was talking in single words a minute ago.
> They reek like they've been worn for days
PBM is taking a page out of M4M: Viktor doesn't bathe or clean himself and is generally a filthy, disgusting piece of shit. He even has absorbent foam to catch 'gallons' of slick like he's catching raining oil from Kuwait. Omegas clearly produce enough slick to fuel a gas station or a water bottle company.

And wringing out a disgusting foam topper with slick? Fucking gross. I'd rather douse it with chlorine gas.

> Omega-porportioned kitchen
Is he a dwarf like Peter Dinklage, or are kitchens just made tiny because of sex segregation? C'mon, you made your prior fic into a social commentary. What the fuck is this meant to comment on?

> His omega is right here, in his nest, as he should be
And yet he considers himself 'progressive' and doesn't like those archaic rules, and here we are, with traditional gender norms and expectations on what should happen to the uterus owner.
> An alpha can't be blamed for being aroused when a heatsick omega is within arm's reach
You literally wrote a law had to be drafted so that alphas cannot use that excuse when they get charged with rape.
> Nine-inch endowment
Well, it isn't the mythical 10 inch or 12 inch dick, but it's close enough. It's the dog dick knot that makes it huge.

> Pet
Along with fragile, petite, and 'tiny hole', all of these terms are used to infantilize this character, and this cunt doesn't even know it.
> Alpha
All I can think of is these people learning human language for the first time, huffing and puffing like they just got out of the jungle, drool and blood dripping from their teeth. These people are not human; they are animals wearing human skin.

> The white foam darkened to grey where Viktor's slick has amassed
Gallons, remember. You can even invade Iran with it.
> Like a kitten at the tit
Always with the infantilizing language.
> He needs to get himself back inside Viktor's guts
Oh I'm sure you'll be ripping them out soon enough.
> His clit pokes from its little hood like the head of a cock
Homologous organ. New word for you today.
> It reminds Jayce that this is unnatural
> The natural order is for alphas, the penis owners, to impregnate omegas
> Insist they are breaking past false binaries and archaic notions
> Admit that those notions are the backbone of society and that anything else is unnatural and abnormal
> States that what an omega needs is a belly full of pups and that the alpha's genes flow through a beautiful body
So is he going to be in a commercial selling American Eagle jeans, or is that just for Sydney Sweeney? Also, that 'beautiful body' is a bony, knobby mess that not even a pig would eat.
> Peak fertility right now
Omega heats are basically female ovulation, and this has even seeped out into the real world with men thinking they can 'smell' us when we ovulate. It's shitty anatomy all around.

> Promise of pups, of sowing his seed
Sounds awfully eugenic, doesn't it?
> Caretaking is more of a beta thing
What happened to progressive thoughts? Are we dumping that for your tradwife fantasy, PBM?
> The plane of reality where Viktor is roaming fields of flowers, long-haired, in a traditional omega-robe
...SHE LITERALLY WROTE THE 'ARYAN WOMAN IN A WHEAT FIELD' TROPE. HOLY SHIT. PBM promoting eugenic imagery reminiscent of a certain nation that promoted it in the 1930s? You don't fucking say! The fact she thinks this is just so cute - and her beta-reader was CordeliaCordate, go figure - and not white supremacist as fuck says A LOT.
> It's a growl. It's a command
OMEGA. YOU OBEY ME. GRRR. ME JAYCE COMMAND YOU. ME ALPHA MALE. ME CONTROL. ME HAVE 9 INCH PENIS. OBEY!
> He's a frail little snack
He's uwu so smol, frail, uwu so cute!

> Not letting any nectar go to waste
> He keeps drinking, lapping it up like a drained dog
He has to be a dog because that shit is DAYS old and, recall, was as rancid as rotten fruit.
> Alpha. Breed me alpha
From the bottom of my heart: shut the fuck up. I saw this shit with JanetGirl and I do not want to see it here. It's retarded.
> He doesn't bother wiping himself off
And Viktor never bothered to bath, either.
> He needs meat on his bones for when he's pregnant
I love how our little fragile, white, swan-necked omega only serves a singular purpose: to give birth to (semi) white babies and prance around barefoot and pregnant in traditional garb like we're in 800s Russia. The jokes write themselves.

> Nothing dramatic, just a single omega defense mechanism
LITERAL WHITE WOMAN TEARS HOLY SHIT
> Your scent is unbearable
Yeah when you smell like iron ore and haven't showered for days, that shit would be RANCID
> It drains me of my intellect
A literal dumb slut who needs to be 'fucked silly'. I hate this misogynistic interpretation. Women do not become 'dumb bimbos' when aroused.
> It turns me into a leaking succubus
*Incubus. You're male, right? Act like it. Or are you just going to become a dumb bitch from that dumb bitch juice?
> Lungs pumping eractically
Expanding, more like.
> As an omega, his body is designed for Jayce's devourment
But if we say that a woman's body is designed for pregnancy - or anything, really - that is sexist and TERFy.
> His white woman tears won't prevent a rape
You don't say.
> Blotted by Jayce's build, burdened beneath his cock. Jayce will fuck him, Jayce will breed him
Like a born and bred Neanderthal.
> I need to fuck you
> I can't deny my biology
Try using that excuse in real life. It would make you sound like an unhinged rapist fuck. 'I need to fuck you because I, the penis owner, am only allowed to do it to a vagina owner' sounds conservative as fuck, doesn't it?

> One-sided dominance doesn't yield a lasting bond
You wrote that this entire society is operated by alphas, the penis owners, being the only ones allowed to impregnate omegas. It is heterosexual apartheid. It is pure sexism.
> You are the most beautiful creature I've ever known
And he's a literal fucking skeleton who looked like he escaped from Sobibor.
> It eagerly takes Jayce to the hilt and holds him
> Then it sucks him back up, from his tip to his base
Want to know how big his knot is?

> He pumps into that vice-like hole with thorough strokes
You never wrote if it was 'tiny' or not. Where's that unblooded girlchild reference?
> Viktor is quite delicate
AGAIN with the goddamn infantilization. I thought you people HATED ableism, and yet you do this shit over and over again.
> The condition primes him to take cock
*angry grumbling*
> Orange-sized organ
Yes, the nine-inch penis is coupled with an orange-sized knot, just in case you didn't think this man had a horse cock.
> His cock strains as it shoots seed, its head buried firmly at the gateway to Viktor's womb
Horse-sized cock, horse-like semen. Get this man on a farm.
> To know his scent is to know his other half
> The kinder side, the softer side
> A type of delicacy alphas do not have
This is the most sexist, reductive shit I have ever read. She wrote a snippet on how society shouldn't be confined to binaries, and yet abides by a binary that enforces sexual apartheid in all of society. What do you mean alphas can't be kind? Are you arguing that males are raging rape beasts and cannot function without being spayed and neutered? Sounds awfully radfem from a progshit, don't you think?

In sum, we have:
- more sex stereotypes to make your blood boil
- enforced gender apartheid
- omegas having 'tiny' pussies and fit only for raising pups
- alphas who fight each other in the streets for dominance
- omegas being sluts
- white woman tears
- a Latino man being referred to as a feral beast
- the white man being a swan-necked fragile 'snack' whose entire existence is based around raising pups
Bomb them to the stone age.

> Calls the Latino man a feral beast
> Other omegas are sluts trying to drag away said beast from his 'fated omega'
> Refers to said omega in female terms
> Already plans the wedding and the dress for his Aryan Woman in a Wheat Field

I can't. I am literally fried. I need a moment to process what the fuck I just read.

TL;DR it's these two images.

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Problematicism, our resident Gypsy shotacon, has for once broken the chain by writing something between consenting (*) adults for once. *When she isn't writing black women getting cucked or bookmarking fics where a 15-year-old gets slammed by Latino Clint Eastwood, that is.

Spoiler: My Epstein Spy Cam

Nothing like putting some Epstein-style cameras in your lab to spy on your vagina having partner. Next you'll be telling me there's some blackmail involved.
> Whispered back that no one has ever known him like Viktor has
OK? What's his big secret? That he's a chaser?

That's a paraphilia. Knowing this author, this is the tamest thing she has ever written. She has a fetish for 15-year-olds, as befit her Gypsy heritage, so spying on people is part of the bill, too.

You gonna bug his bathroom, too? Put a camera in the showerhead and one in the drain?

> Maybe even kiss the pretty woman
Even if it isn't Mel, there is always a woman to cuck and humiliate for this Gypsy Queen.

> Has never mentioned anyone, man or woman
Hey, I thought sex wasn't binary
> Might assume he was incapable of sexual thought
But he's capable of lopping his tits off and taking T because...?
> Soft and dark curls
Always there the Rapunzel pubes. At least this indicates maturity. Our Gypsy here prefers them fresh into puberty - if at all.

You already wrote that.

She has yet to update that BDSM fic of hers and that's where the real crazy shit is. Thought this would be a refresher from the absolute dogshit PBM just posted.

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In this thread, thanks to @Thiletonomics, we get a lot of fetishes. But have you ever seen a BALLOON fetish? Now you have. The author even included multiple brands of her favourite balloons. It is not an inflation fetish (yet), but she has a fixation with latex.

Spoiler: Pop this cherry balloon

I was going to make a dick joke but knowing some authors really do take it that seriously, I'll just chuckle at the double entendre here. The man has a hard-on for big balloons.

It sounds like he has an inflation and latex fetish - despite the author saying otherwise. If you are that autistic about balloons, you have a fetish. Keep this man away from a Macy's Parade.

I can't. Hearing a fucking balloon squeaking from a guy humping it is funny as hell. It reminds me of Superbad and the Dick Lunchbox scene.



A foot fetish AND a balloon fetish? What's next, fursuits?

If his nails are that long to pop balloons, Black American Princesses want to know where he's getting his feet did.
> Holding such a stretched neck felt very sexual, almost erotic
It's one or the other. I also can't help but think of PBM's 'swan-neck' imagery.

> If there was anything he loved more it was balloon necking
...something tells me he's jerked off to balloon animals.
> Grabbing him to fuck him silly
I love how non-serious this is. I did need a good laugh.

> You look so fucking sexy
Sorry, I was more focused on the fancy balloons.
> It made him squirt all over his thighs
If you fill up the balloons with his squirt, you can have a water balloon fight.
> Maybe we can try having sex on a big on. Or a longer one
*eyes the Macy's parade inflatables with weariness*

> Made him feel safe and happy
Always about safety. This is know you know a woman wrote it.
> He could see the glistening pussy in contact with the latex
You know the water balloon fight is next. I bet he could fill them up with gallons of slick. Just ask PBM.

What this fic reminded me of:

 

[Cnidarian]

There are plenty of them. I myself wrote a few. It's just that we utilize different websites. I'd say Spacebattles, Questionable Questing, Sufficient Velocity, and Fiction.live all have predominantly male users. Brief explanation of each:

These websites have their own Community Watch page.

Thread 'Spacebattles, and its offshoots'

Jun 27, 2024

For those who don't know, Spacebattles is among the oldest websites on the upper-case I Internet. It is a fanfiction forum with a dedication to power-scaling armies found in sci-fi novels, films, space operas, anime, etc; Given the age of the site and the nature of the topics discussed, you might expect there's a fair bit of lowcow sludge in this crevice.

While this thread primarily discusses Spacebattles, I am also including its offshoots due to (in my opinion), there not being enough from just Spacebattles to justify a thread.

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Context and other things:
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[Shoulda Woulda Coulda]

As a man who used to read fanfiction semi-regularly when I was younger I can tell you that men definitely do write fanfiction, but are a lower percentage of authors than women (I think this is also true for regular literary fiction these days with more women writing and publishing books than men). Men often write different types of fanfictions than women with less emphasis on shipping and romance and more of a focus on alternate scenarios, crossovers, comedy, or blatant pornography. The percentage of men also differs heavily by fandom: most of the typical Tumblr ones will be almost entirely women while something like Warhammer 40K will be mostly men.

I once read a comment on an Internet Historian video about a fanfiction called Sonic High School that said something like "My Immortal is the worst kind of fanfiction girls can write, and Sonic High School is the worst kind of fanfiction boys can write" and I think a lot of gendered differences in fanfiction can be explained using that quote. The former revolves around romance and fashion and a fanfiction writer for Harry Potter is most likely a woman. The latter is an insane ramble in which Sonic fights Eggman and contains lines such as "He looked like a fat immature gay", and anyone writing Sonic fanfiction is almost assuredly a very autistic man.

Also, since powerscaling forums were brought up, I think powerscaling in general could be considered a form of male-dominated fanfiction, since the whole thing hinges on characters from different franchises fighting each other.

 

[Aunt Carol]

He even has absorbent foam to catch 'gallons' of slick like he's catching raining oil from Kuwait. Omegas clearly produce enough slick to fuel a gas station or a water bottle company.

I say again: the dog cocks are off-putting, but the immersion-breaking part of Omegaverse is how dehydrated everyone has to be getting.

Just add a background line or two, make the richest Omega in the world be the Pedialyte heiress. Blah blah fantasy worldbuilding to highlight real life oppression; everyone's going to have an arrythmia from cooming out all their potassium through their dog dicks or yaoi holes.

 

[Chandelier]

People should not insert themselves as the characters they are writing for. We are reading your fic for the characters, not you. This author makes it clear she is personally not disabled, and would accept concrit on that, but on anything else you better be nice, or else this very masc dood will lose one of her stuffies!

Spoiler: Chapter 1 - Your porn is, like, so tacky dude

> He tries everything before he makes an OnlyFans
He knows OF scrapers exist, right? There are tons of ways to pirate videos from these hoes.
> Sometimes he scrolls through pages of X-rated art, reads free erotica of TV shows he likes
You know right off the bat she's talking about herself because she's indirectly mentioning Twitter and AO3 here. Men don't really read erotica - they watch porn.
> Selfies on Reddit
Was she on the gay subreddits or the trans ones?
> He hates PornHub and all of its equivalents
> He hates benefiting from off of people's free labor
Ah, we're doing the 'sex work is work' thing. You hate PornHub because the actors are being exploited, or do you hate it because the payment processing is fucked? Either way, you're forgetting the issue with it is that it facilitates sex trafficking. But enough of that.
> Think-y
Very witty.
> Infested with NSFW accounts without pictures
Welcome to the Internet.

> He will be disappointed to open their OF and see videos of them roughing up women and/or twinks
I love how, even in gender land, there are still only two options: women and twinks. No mention of the dangerhair hippos or their bodyweight. No mention of the other genders.
> AU where adoption shelters are evil
Some of them are, especially if they aren't licensed. It's not really an alternate universe.

> He thinks of it as a mystery cure to his orgasm-related ailment
I wonder why you have a hard time masturbating. Truly.
> Buy a charm for his cane. That would be cute
Very masc, buying little charms for your mobility aides.

> He grabs a stuffed animal
So not only do we have a very masculine attitude of decorating your cane with charms, there's a collection of stuffed animals that are not Blahaj. This is absolutely the author's self insert and she wishes she could masturbate to a hot Latino edging himself on screen. I bet you she's too broke to find one on OF herself.
> He's so hot, and so handsome
He's never going to look at you twice, unless he wants to see what a human car crash looks like.
> With each worry he sheds, he gets hornier
Why is a trans person so ashamed of their sexuality? I thought they were always out and proud. What's the big deal?

> His dripping, angry cock
I guess you could call it an angry bird, eh?
> His pile of stuffed animals
You aren't even trying to make him masculine. Sure, men can buy plushies to fuck 'em - they'll fuck McChickens - but the sheer collection this person has is 100% feminine. If you want to be a man so bad, you should have ditched that habit when you were six.

> For his entire life since dropping out of school
This man is a genius. I would love to see the reasons for why he is a broke shut-in with no academic wiles or intelligence in general. She's taking a page out of PBM's fic where Viktor is just a filthy, worse version of Asmongold.
> Viktor thinks, not for the first time, that he would like to have one of those. A dick
...You know you could have written him with one, right? You can easily make him male, because he is one. You are creating drama when there doesn't even NEED to be any.

If I was a firefighter, I'd be laughing my ass off too if some pooner burned down her apartment because she burned some spinach while watching a Latino masturbate on OnlyFans. That shit would easily become a meme, and showcase just how breathtakingly retarded FTMs are. It's up there with the black twins who died after eating cocaine from each other's asses.

Spoiler: Chapter 2 - Little Black Strap

> Biology 101
The. Fucking. Irony.
> JC's hand is so big
It has to be. He has to hold that GEP gun.
> Housebound 20-something fantasizing about life with an OnlyFans star
So long as you don't have fungal toes and wash your ass, I think you'll be fine. The charms on your very masc cane might win your boy over!

> Lacy red nightgown
> Be buys it from a store like Amazon because he's just that broke
Men usually have more money to spend on their honeypots. Maybe if you didn't spend it all on Japanese plushies you'd have more.

I forgot to add: the initials 'JC' remind me of JC Denton, and now all I can think of is: 'Why are you locked in the bathroom?' "You talking to me?" 'Maybe you should try getting a job.'

> Instead of cracking quantum computing
If you were smart you could do both. A lot of guys are into that shit - see Bill Gates.

Poor Sky. Whenever she gets brought into these stories she's either cucked or made the Mammy. Serving hand-and-foot to a broke-ass white man was definitely not the reparations she was expecting.


> Be a black woman
> You are a nursing student and not a doctor, something other black women bitterly complain about
> You cook and clean for a pooner gooner who wastes her money on OF stars out of her league
yeah, that fits. All we're missing is the hoarding - or maybe we have that with the plushies.

Then you should have told her right off the bat. Instead, he waits until she discovers that he has OF open on his phone to tell her. Shoving porn into an unconsenting person's face is very masc, so good for you.

'I...I...I thought you were a GEP Gun.'

I debated whether to post these or just to sum it up, but I want you to see how 'masculine' this self-insert sounds.

> Of course you can wear it on stream if you would like
Whereas a man would say, 'Wear it. I paid for it. You'd look nice.' The apologia clocks you as female 100% of the time.

Um uh uh whoa wow uhh
> Oh, sorry, I didn't know
A man would say, "I don't care. You can make as many videos as you like in it. I bet you look fucking hot." Or he'd demand some exclusive videos. He'd be a lot more forward.

Throttling plushies is very masc. But hey, men will fuck Gardevoir plushies so I'm not all that surprised.

> Typical porn star stuff
You are subscribed to an OF model. They are porn stars. This is a dumb thing to write.

The last few sentences was just him falling asleep so I didn't include them. The plot could work well had the author not just admitted she was just inserting herself into Viktor's role. She could have given him a dick had she just wrote him as male. These people just seem allergic to making him masculine. This boy would be making voice messages teasing the shit out of that spicy Latino and everyone would love it. He has to be emasculated and written like this because these women don't actually think disabled men can be masculine. Excuse me, have you seen the chin on that man?

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Oh my. Another knight-prince AU? The last one I read had our bumbling Prince run off with a knight who was really a murderous thief! This one tries to be a little more serious with some GOT references - and magical testosterone!

First, a detour. I noticed that this fic was beta-read by ruinthatboy, who was recently on a fanfic podcast saying how oppressed she was for being a ginger in Scotland. Meltwt found it and called her out because she used an ACAB joke - 'all cops are bottoms'. Apparently, no one told her you never say that shit in Year 5 of St. Floyd's passing.

What are the demographics of Scotland? 93% white. She was on a podcast called 'It's All Fandom!' where she tried to dismiss the controversy by saying it was 'bad faith'. In the Arcane thread I showed how a Brazilian started a race war and e-lynching against black fans, and Mary here believed the accusers. She deleted all tweets related to it. She was promptly called out for it.

The original tweet she deleted:


This was a small transcript of the interview:

Can't be talking like that, white girl.

The host, Allison Stock, is Jewish. Hold your surprise.

Now, back to our scheduled programming.

Spoiler: Chapter 1 - My Knight in Sexy Armour

This is definitely a reference to the terem or a purdah, where women are sequestered away from public life. It's unknown if this is the norm for trans men or just him in particular, because it's viewed as 'unseemly' for an unmarried individual to be seen in public. They apparently can't even wear their own versions of burqas.

> A reminder of his capitivity
You don't say. You're being traded based on your reproductive function, but blood is of no consequence to the throne...something ain't adding up.

This reminds me of a Moorish soldier about to invade Spain. Next thing you'll be telling me is that he's got a prayer rug in there somewhere.
> Do you stand outside my door all night?
That's a dumb question to ask. That's literally his job.

> The alternative is a cruel death
Ever heard of suicide?
> The Queen ruled, she was especially ruthless
Oh, a stand-in for Cersei Lannister I see, right down to the blonde hair.
> Somehow tailored accurately to his thin frame without a fitting
Then how is it tailored?


> Your trust is not easily gained
Comes with the business of being a POW.

We learn that trans people in this universe are 'Chosen Names', and seek out magical testosterone (or estrogen) from mages to give them the body they desire. Why there isn't a potion to completely change their sex cannot be explained, but it is a nice tongue-in-cheek joke that one can drink as much estrogen or testosterone as they like - they will never be a real man or woman.
> Inquire about his anatomical functions
He IS expected to have children. Why wouldn't they? Funny how they ask about that when they wouldn't for a 'cis' man.

> Blood is of little value to the throne these days
Then you'd have something similar to the Roman Empire with a Senate. If blood has no function, you don't have a crown. You have an oligarchy.
> The liquid inside is grey but shifts into pale rainbows
A literal Otokonoko bottle sans cat hair. It's made from the blood of changelings and taking it can change your biochemistry, but you can't change your sex. Dark Souls still wins with its magic coffin.

Mel leaves Viktor a note on the side effects and tells him Jayce will be mum about everything that occurred in that room. If he has any questions, he can go ask her. We then get a description of what happens when he takes it:

> Small cock
> No bigger than his fingernail
LMAO. You want to compare that to what Jayce has? How much you want to bet he's 10 inches and so thick that halberd is smaller than it? Place your bets now.

You sure about that? In certain religions masturbation does count as sin, because you're succumbing to your base desires.

After teasing Jayce with him masturbating, we get a serious Le Talk where Jayce says he 'will know cruelty' because he has seen it with Salo, the prince. He promises he will protect him from his abuse. Later, after a stroll through the gardens, Jayce asks why Salo chose him, and it turns out it was completely random: Salo just spotted him in a crowd, brought him forward, and had him examined for purity. Of course, they skip over his disabilities and back brace and still decide he's fit for pregnancy and childbirth. Turns out, Salo is insecure and doesn't want his consort prettier than him, so he chose the obvious cripple.

True. However, it really makes me wonder how this kingdom is arranged because those not considered physically fit were deemed 'invalid' and unable to take up any titles. If blood is of no consequence, this man can be overthrown in a coup d'état. All it takes is a pissed off janitor.

Salo asks Viktor about Mel, noting her mastery in the Arcane. He notices the purple scars on Salo's legs and is fascinated by them. He's been trying to use Arcane magic to heal him, if that was any shock. He then makes crude sexual comments on how Viktor is promised to him, and not the other way around, so Salo can fuck whomever he pleases and Viktor has to stay celibate. Interesting how the vagina owner has to stay celibate and pure, but don't pay too much attention to that. Salo asks if he will be as submissive as the Vastaya (cat woman) in his bed, because trans men are by their nature submissive and demure.

This fic is planned for three chapters, so we'll see how long they are and what will be included. Since it's the usual 'cis man is the top and the trans man is the bottom' it's basically straight sex.

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You'll want to skip gas station sushi for this one. It has some...extra flavour you might not find enjoyable. 'Wonders what world he saved in a past life that gave him the best cocksucker in the world as his boyfriend' is a real line. Taking a page out of Hexhomos' 'His face was a 'smore', we have a vagina compared to a 'gooey, warm cookie'.

Spoiler: 8 Miles Out, 8 Inches Deep

> hard for the past two hours and counting
Better be careful - once he gets past the four hour mark, it's time to visit the ER.
> Jayce is but a man
Oh? Do tell. What's a man? It certainly doesn't sound like a nebulous, undefinable concept when you phrase it like that.


> Pruning. Why?
He wasn't picking his nose or cleaning his nails. I'll let you decide what that is.
> He's so fucking pretty, even if he's being petty
And he's so thin you could flush him down the toilet.

> His dick screams inside his pants
IShowSpeed has some competition!

> Takes his mind off the image of his hand on the stick and imagining it's his dick and fucking him in their car
I knew there was going to be a stick shift joke, because that thing is very phallic-looking. Next thing you'll be using is the hand brake.
> Sorry, he says, not really sorry
Imagine if he legit crashed into the gas pumps because he wanted pussy. It'd be a Florida Man headline.

> Loud enough that someone could surely hear them if they walk by
You are at a gas station. I'm pretty sure there has been dicksucking on a daily basis.
> Wonders what world he saved in a past life that gave him the best cocksucker in the world as his boyfriend
You sound like you're an expert on that. Who are you comparing him to?
> He's pushing to the hilt in Viktor's throat
Is he bending?
> There's a wet squelch
It ain't no squeegee work around here.

> He was fingering himself in a public restroom
And touching the handles. And the doors. And other things other people touch. They're going to be wondering what smells like rancid fish - and it's not the gas station sushi for once.
> Sexy, long legs stretching
And they're bonier than a buck left to sun dry in the Arizona desert.
> All soft and warm and gooey, like a cookie
I wouldn't compare my vagina to a 'gooey cookie', but you do you, dear pooner. Something's getting baked in that oven.
> Pubes matted by the mess
So thick you could probably find a few fruit flies or roaches in there.

> I'll pull out
Uh huh. And then we'll have a sequel where they fuck at a Walgreen's trying to get Plan B or a pregnancy test. Those Mexican janitors don't get paid enough, I swear.
> The toilet has been running the entire time, flusher permanently down
So they're fucking with a constantly running toilet in the background. I guess he's fine with backwash on his balls and shit stains on his ass hairs.

> Leaking out little spurts of his cum
'Little'? You'd think he was baking cookies for week straight with all that extra icing.
> You don't like the feeling of being full? This way you'll be all ready for me again and again
It sounds hot until you discover that sperm spoils. That's what causes that 'fishy' smell. You cannot blame it on botulism or gas station sushi this time.
> No one else is in the store
I doubt they could hear you if the toilet kept flushing. It must be a really filthy gas station, fruit flies in the window notwithstanding. All that excess water means high water bills. No one would know you were fucking; they'd think the shitter had gone out again.

And they didn't even wash their hands. Gross. Gas station shit AND pooner juices on your hands? Call the CDC. We've got a 12 Monkeys situation on our hands.