Fanfiction Horrors

Weland · Feb 18, 2026

Today I found out that helping someone poop is actually a great form of foreplay.

Ianto was very relieved they'd been able to fall into a routine that reliably helped Jack with his bowel movements, and they practiced twice each week. Almost a ritual, really. The reverent way Ianto touched Jack when they shared this ultimate intimate act, healed something neither had known was broken. In turn, Jack was always eager to worship at Ianto’s altar.

On his side, Ianto was still unthinkably hard, knowing he was working Jack up to passing a monster, but doing everything he could to make it easier and hopefully less painful. He’d gotten three fingers from each hand into his lover’s previously tight hole, and what seemed to be half the bottle of oil was poured into him. Each time he pulled his fingers apart to increase the diameter he was dilating, he caught glimpses of the dark mass waiting to be released.

His argument didn’t even make sense to his own ears, but Ianto eventually agreed. They maneuvered into position and Jack felt like he was probably as stretched as he was going to get. “Ready, handsome?” he asked, and when he got an affirmative, he levered himself up. Ianto immediately repositioned the towel they’d been using underneath him.

“Oh!” he yelped as the huge mass that had been growing in his colon shifted down FAST. He was thankful he’d been thoroughly stretched beforehand, because the oil was extremely effective. That was the only thought he had time for because he was being wrenched open unspeakably wide.

The massive turd bullied its way out of him, definitely painfully, but not nearly as badly as it had been before Ianto. He wasn’t even consciously pushing, his body was doing the work for him. He really hoped Ianto had had time to enjoy it, because it was over almost as soon as it started, the rough texture scraping his tender insides on its way past, but it was tempered by the oil and the ease, not to mention the bliss of the relief of pressure.

For his part, Ianto was equally shocked and amazed. While it was probably the biggest load he’d ever seen, it seemed to come out effortlessly, and hadn’t done any damage to Jack on its way out. He was glad their preparations had worked, since the thought of seeing his man suffer for hours like he had done alone for so many years would have been too much emotional turmoil for him.

“Jack, that was impressive,” he started. “Do you think there’s more that wants out of you right away?” he asked, breathlessly. He was rushing to undress to try to save his clothing from his recklessness.

“I think something wants IN right away,” he answered, looking over his shoulder at Ianto, whose cock was engorged and throbbing.

“I really only tried to go once, and I was interrupted so often, I decided to wait for you. I knew you would take care of me. I also knew you would never let me get so stopped up if you could help it. But you do like it, right? Seeing how big turds can get inside me, how they force me open so wide?”

Chandelier · Feb 18, 2026

We are on Chapter 6 of that Bridgerton AU. Maybe this time our lovers will get the hint and jackhammer each other, eh?

> The princes of Zaun
The author needs to decide whether she wants to keep this title gender neutral or not, because she's done this flip-flop since Chapter 1.
> The three princes and two of the council members are willing to respect the clauses and forge a friendship that will last hundreds of years
> The princes have said they will not sign because Zaun's sovereignty are not respected under the laws drafted by the majority of the Council
> Masemar wonders why they haven't signed
Lol, lmao
> Desirable lady or gentleman to marry and become part of the elite circle
I have to wonder how many of those 'men' have vaginas. Reminder that this society is deeply sexist and doesn't like lesbians, but is fine with men marrying.
> Literally a prince straight out of a fairy tale
And he has a vagina! Ain't that the greatest thing?

I am betting that Masemar here is Shoola, taking on the job from her late wife - unless her wife is actually alive. Something tells me she is and that'll be the twist.

Anyways, Jhonathan - now properly named Johnathan - announces that Jayce has gotten flowers. He's taken aback by this - life is busy and he's servicing men (with his forging business, of course, he won't do the illicit actions you're thinking of - and wonders who they're for. He initially thinks they are for Ximena, but when Johnathan states they are for him, he's so charmed he fleeces out his customers because love matters more than a business you inherited from your father. Mr. Stone, one of these customers, is none too pleased when Jayce excuses himself to leave. He saves the day when he tells Mr. Stone that he will introduce this individual as his partner at the next ball and will have the stone to revolutionize tech as we know it. Stone bids him a happy farewell and asks if he's courting something after a 'disaster' that happened seven years ago. He offers up his nephew to be married - how and where children will come in are never addressed, because that's a big thing for women - but Talis kindly refuses, implying that his eyes are for someone else only.

The flowers are pink lilies-of-the-valley and forget-me-nots that signify that Jayce makes him feel 'complete' and he hands in his hangs as if destiny arranged for it (OK that part came from his note, but whatever). Viktor's words make him feel warm and complete - like his life, too, hangs from the lilies' hands - and this man who loves spicy food and his fancy clothes is happy someone is on his level. He doesn't want Viktor to think he has to sacrifice something to earn something in return; he respects him for who he is and because his words and intensity of thought won him over. Jayce's big project is crafting a ring to propose to Viktor with. He doesn't want it clashing with the emerald set in a silver band he always wears, an emblem of his house and people, but something that will complement it. He tells Jonathan to cancel all other appointments as he's going out, and tells his butler to put the flowers in his room.

Now we enter the Frowning Friends subplot. Viktor and Vi do not want Piltovan troops to enter their kingdom despite it being a 'clause' of the treaty - and the main reason they refuse to sign it - but nothing gets done because Heimerdinger is sick and his word is the last word on any issue. Salo edges on Viktor that the entire reason he came to Piltover was to get a treaty sign, and he shoots back that he will when their sovereignty is respected. Hoskel proposes consulting the archives to see just how far the King's sovereignty goes (so they can override an independent kingdom's will legally) and Bolbok states they need to consider a successor to the King as he is sick (and one wonders if these three didn't just outright poison him). Viktor notices that Bolbok's sickly appearance is similar to the King and wonders if it isn't poison. The session ends before he can ponder it further, but not before Salo asks Powder to accompany him on a walk. She refuses him, saying she prefers walking with the King, and his face falls.

Powder herself enjoys disappointing Salo, but she is going through one of her episodes where she cannot control her emotions and would be a burden on others. She doesn't like being abandoned by others or placed in situations that are too much for her. She doesn't want to cause a scene and declines joining her siblings on an outing. Later, they join Caitlyn at a tea house. She exchanges pleasantries with Viktor and Vi and they note the mess of pamphlets she's made on her table. The place is an outdoorsy, fairy tale-esque setting that is quaint and dreamy where newlyweds like to hang out. Viktor orders a chocolate sorbet and reads a book on alchemy. He's immersed in said book until Jayce taps him on the shoulder and asks if the seat beside him is taken. He orders a noyau sorbet and notices Viktor's outfit: a deep-coloured vest embroidered with thorny roses. Fitting outfit, I must say.

Jayce tells him that he has never been sent flowers like that before, and asks if it's a Zaunite tradition. He replies that yes, it is, which makes it not dissimilar to Piltover's tradition of sending flowers. They brush legs under the table and Jayce even - le gasp! - rubs Viktor's leg, which startles him. Jayce laughs it off. He asks him what he was reading and Viktor replies that he was looking for materials that would work with platinum. He needs an alternative to the star opal if Silco doesn't approve it, and the gem in question is abscondito. This seems to be a made-up gem for the plot. Their fingers brush in true yaoi fashion and Viktor talks about how it can direct energy on top of the opal's protection, despite opal being a poor conductor for electricity. Jayce invites him back to his worship, but Viktor initially refuses, saying he is a chaperone for Vi and cannot leave her. Not to worry, Jayce manages to become Caitlyn's chaperone because of a few choice ords for her father. Problem averted.

Jayce tells Viktor that he snuck Cait away from her new governess to see the new guns her mother bought for her - of course she'll keep it a secret - and everyone in Jayce's household is gossiping about two 'Princes of Zaun' in their household. They go to his forge where the platinum is, and Jayce holds up a vial of 'abscondito' that is golden in colour. Their containment chamber is made of titanium (good), aluminum (also good), and something called 'aethernox', which sounds like the name for a Targaryen dragon. I also gotta ask where they got this tech when they don't even have internal combustion engines or a manufacturing industry, lmao. The blue magic gem is suspended between two platinum rings that spin around each other to generate speed and electricity. Viktor, wearing goggles (glad we remembered safety equipment) notes that aethernox could be used as a replacement for opal, conveniently forgetting the abscondito that was supposed to be the replacement, only to add it in as a powdered form for stability.

They conduct their experiment. The gem is activated by the accelerating rings, and begins to glow and hum that can be felt in Viktor's sternum. He can feel it 'in the scars underneath his corset', because in a world where an appendix surgery can leave you with a gaping scar, trans-related surgeries are perfected. He has a physical reaction to the material - whether it's aethernox or the abscondito, it's not yet said - but it's making him woozy and weak. He tells Jayce not to increase the frequency so fast because of the side effects. As to what these side effects are, he explains:

> He didn't want to lose him or reject him
Based on what? Him finding out you're trans? That's apparently find and dandy in this universe.
> I underwent a procedure with the mineral in its pure form. I asked for that change
For transition related purposes, or to save your lungs? That is the question.

> With certain receptors it is familiar with, it rewrites funcitons
With that kind of technology this would NOT be Bridgerton, it'd be Bridgerton Cyberpunk. Which is honestly a cooler setting.
> My body remembers what changed and brings it back
Certain vibrations turn back on factory settings, good to know.

> You must think I'm broken...a leg that slows me down
"Cuz I'm broken, and I'm lonesome...and I don't feel right, when you're gone away"
> If you could see yourself as I see you, you'd fall head over heels
It really is a Taylor Swift song.

> The alloy should neutralize it
He just gave you his entire backstory on how it didn't neutralize it at all.

Also, opal is a great dampener for MOOD ENERGIES, but not actual energy. You're welcome.

> It seems that Miss Kiramman has found a friend
Funny how the lesbians are 'just friends' but the two men (and a half) are immediately seen as lovers. Curious, that.
> It would be lovely to be with you tonight, but we promised to have dinner with her
She just told you you had to go.

So we find out that the bridge is blocked and messages cannot get across...while forgetting that Viktor has his magical Hermes pen he 'conveniently' lost. That was his main messaging system to Silco. Are we going to address what happened to that? Did it get stolen, or...?

> He had noticed a repressed longing when it came to dancing
No shit, the guy has a bum leg.
> My mother had always wanted to organize one to introduce a daughter into high society, but instead I came along
Sons are more valuable that daughters in this AU. She won in that lottery.

> Supossed
*Supposed

BTW, the details around the ballroom were more in-depth than the one with their portable Large Hadron Collider. That ended with Viktor's fainting spell (and mostly because the author doesn't know how physics work).

Oh, that pale skin is gonna be flushed when he takes out that Hispanic Hog. Our boy is gonna squirt so hard he's turning those marble floors into a Slip'n'slide.

Ohhhhhhh we've got another kissing scene! No smut yet - that's after the ring goes on the finger.

> He wanted to melt into him, for Jayce to do whatever he wanted with him
Pretty privilege goes a long way. That said, if he fucks him hard enough, does he activate his sleeper cell or is that for magic gems only? Is he fertile? Will he pop out those four kids in a cottage by the stream? How badly is he gonna squirt? You're gonna have to wait a few chapters for that, fam.

Chapter 5 of that alpha male CEO has been posted. Our Latino beast gets a stern talking-to from an omega that smells like absinthe when upset. You're gonna need GIGN and an ER visit after this.

We love it when a queen introduces some feminism to a stuck-up alpha male. You tell him girl (?)! Tell that alpha he's been a piece of shit this entire time yet won't change because It's Just Biology and his feminist mother couldn't do a damn thing to change those rabid genes!
> Some rabid animal takes over and suddenly you can't keep your mouth shut
Remember, Ximena said she wasn't a racist, and yet she gave birth to the literal definition of a racist Latino. You have to love it.

> You act like this grand CEO, genius scientist - an alpha of all alphas
He's inwardly seething because a white man dare talk to his property. You ain't winning this race war, bud.

> Fucking Dmitri. He always had to ruin everything
FUCKING GRINGO TRYING TO TAKE MY SHIT, MAN. HE'S IN MY HEAD MAN GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
> Was Viktor right? Was he really that fucking full of himself?
Yes.
> Loose knot of hair at his nape...wants to fist his hand into it on sight
> Is also wearing makeup
Very masc, very manly. He's a trans man yet you'd never know because he's described as feminine, female, and giving the 'mommy' honorific. It really is hetslop.
> The elegant line of his spine
His spine is deformed.
> That slim waist Jayce had fantasized about more than times than he cared about
Let me guess: his waist was so small his thumbs met in the middle.

> Jayce took care of his employees
Except the ones he fucks and impregnates. That's different, bro.
> A perfect face. Perfect brown hair. A perfect body
Funny how he pays more respect to this escort than he did to Barbie.
> Inviting some omega he'd met at a bar would mean breaking rules he had never broken
He broke his golden rule: never cum inside a omega. He just couldn't help himself to those KFC chicken bones.

> The mere fact that Jayce had hired an escort to prove something to him - to provoke what? Jealousy?
The funny thing it, it was working until Viktor started talking to Dmitri. Then that alpha male jealousy took over and he decided to resort to violence. I think you needed more than a fruit punch, ese.
> Because Jayce was pretending too
Great, we're getting that cliched 'this sexist alpha male is actually COMPLEX and WHOLESOME and IN LOVE' when, if he were a regular OC, anyone with a brain would hate him. Since it's ABO, it's immediately popular. I wonder why that is.

> Vanilla, orange blossom, and sweet milk
Very masc, powerful scenes. I doesn't make me think at all of a tradwife who smells like a tea house.
> Talk to him like a grown man
That would imply the author is really exploring gender instead of writing the basic bitch hetslop her and her friends routinely deride. He was doing the classic, 'alpha male knocks up one-night stand and then tries to fix things after rediscovering them' trope - AND he still doesn't know he has a kid. It's like Andrew Tate directed a Hallmark movie.

> The creeping is starting to freak us out
I'll say. They probably have to wear gas masks around them because of those noxious alpha pheromones.

> Viktor was gone for a week? How the Hell was he supposed to talk to him now?
...an e-mail? Even a dramatic Grindr gay has a way to toss out that tea.
> Was he alone was he with someone? With another alpha
OH MY GOD IS HE WITH THE BASIC WHITE MAN WHOSE SPERM DON'T SEASON THEY UTERUSES? THE HORRO!

> Even if Viktor called him mediocre in bed
I love how him being 'mediocre' in bed is the worst thing on his mind, instead of acting like a rabid animal in public. You never question an alpha male's sexual prowess. Are you asking for a knot, bitch?

I, too, would love to smell like something resembling coffee. Might help bring the prices down.

> Laying it out on his own bed, his den
> He jerked off so many times it was a miracle he didn't dehydrate
Considering that alpha males literally produce gallons of semen on each finish...yeah, I'm surprised that there is no loss of metabolism.
> In a cooling mess of his own come, he hadn't even bothered to clean up
BTW, he ends up going to his mother's house while covered in dried cum. He never actually cleaned up.

> To say pups were not his preferred company
A shower should have been your preferred company. I don't recall him washing himself up.

> How long had he been too busy to notice that his mother had built a whole new life without him?
This is the same woman who wished she 'raised him differently' from his father, only for those alpha male genes to win out, leaving this abuela to do all the hard work while he gets to frolic and fuck around.

I called it: this sexist alpha male would be 'tamed' by the tradwife and her 'pup', leading him to embrace the idea of family, monogamy, and a nice house with a white picket fence in a nice neighbourhood. Literally every white liberal's dream.

I don't know why the author bothers with the 'trans' tag, when there is nothing involving transition here. Viktor is just a woman, doing womanly things, but the author hates heterosexuality so much she'll write heterosexual dynamics but slap male gender terms on a character to work around it. It's still hetslop, celestrialthread, and one might say it's conservative hetslop to boot.

> He hadn't realized how grounding the scent of a pup could be
Now watch as he turns his life around to be a devoted Papi to his infant son, as 'Mommy' here falls in love again and pops out three more.

OMG LOOK AT THIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. Our beast is finally being tamed by FAMILY

What happens when your roommate catches you furiously masturbating into his hoodie? A few gallons of squirt, that's what. The author would like you to know that she is trans.

> Starts testosterone
> Insists it is a 'second puberty' even when it physiologically is not and can never be one
> Becomes a sex-crazed monster that has to buy glittery dildos to cope
Amazin'. There are never any side effects like cystic acne on every inch of your body (because that would ruin the image of the perfect, flawless milky skin) and copious amounts of ass hair or weight gain. It's just a skinny chicken bone hungry for dick.

> The same thing would have happened regardless of who lived in the room across from him
Uh huh. Something tells me a mediocre white boy wouldn't have done the job.
> Jayce was straight
> Viktor had pined after straight men and it was agonizing
Is it, now? They never once took an interest in the name of easy pussy? Funny, then, that this 'straight man' is exclusively attracted to vagina and is happy to fuck vagina, and yet you consider yourself a gay man. I guess the 90s adage, 'don't diss pussy until you try it' is once again the law of the land.

> He'd ordered the cum tube
> It was a big, fat syringe
You'll never guess what else is big and fat he shoves up his hooha.
> Rich like patchouli and clove
So he smells like a college girl addicted to weed, OK.

> Pale expanse of his skin
That is never ruined by testosterone, btw. IRL he'd look like a dumpy leper.
> Another inch of sparkly teal
Very masc, buying a

SPARKLY

TEAL

DILDO

Oh, there'll be something else that'll be bulging very soon. I also find it interesting that this '100% straight man' doesn't have a negative reaction to noticing his roommate has a pussy. Far from it, in fact: he dives right in there and get his prize.

> Like a fatal brain hemorrhage or an ischemic stroke
Oh, don't worry. You'll get those on testosterone within a few years.
> Revulsion
These authors would never in their lives actually write a gay man (or a straight one) acting repulsed at this deception. You can be anything you want - a rapist, a pedophile, a rapist pedophile - but you can never be a transphobe. That's NO BUENO.
> Jayce was all broad, wide angles, and even the downward slope of his shoulder felt giant beneath his slender fingers
He's just uwu so smol.

> He was hard and he was big
> It was handsome: tan, girthy, and veiny
It's basically the tan version of the Snickers bar, but extra thick.
> It was pink and bulbous
Oh, so his dick is like a tangerine.
> His cock was flush against his navel
Yeah, I figured it was the 12 inch Hispanic Hog.

> Inch by inch, it reemerged, shiny and slick with his arousal
Nah I think it's the simulated cum that's doing it. BTW, will our tangerine dick owner here be able to tell the difference in taste?

> His broad cockhead kissing along the wet slit of his cunt
> He was warm and human and he could've sworn he felt each prominent vein
OK so if his vagina clenches too tight, could he potentially cut off a vein? Inquiring minds want to know. Pussy so good it gives you an arterial bleed.
> Trying to come to terms with his girth - it was decidedly bigger than the toy
Whaaaa -? You mean the

SPARKLY

TEAL

DILDO

is smaller than the true and authentic male penis? Say it ain't so!

> The wet slap of his balls began to echo throughout the bedroom
> The bed was creaking gently
With that kind of orchie-orchestra? I don't think so.
> They came almost simultaneously
Look at that: not only do we have a first time squirter, they end up coming together! A true sign that they are esteemed soul mates.
> It almost felt like too much; for a moment, he feared he might flood his pussy entirely
I bet it looks like the Deepwater Horizon incident up there.

Hey, remember that tidbit about how Jayce was a straight man and totally wouldn't have gone for that pussy? Well, he did. Is he still a straight man, or is he Schrodinger's Gay Man? Only the

SPARKLY

TEAL

DILDO

can tell.

I almost didn't want to post this one because of how poorly it was written, but hell, some classic shitty grammar and dialogue is a nice break. Lines for this shoddily written and edited fic are:
- Shit, I don’t know if I’m even going to fit inside you.
- Gonna fucking split you in half with my cock.
- Fuck baby, your sweet little cunt is so hot and wet for me

> Red converse on his feet
> Dresses like a scene/emo kid 20 years out of date
> Has very manly tattoos and painted his nails in the trans colours
Next thing you'll be telling me is that he has eyes like limpid tears and he moshes to Helena, and some odder songs.

> His ears have several gold rings in them
He's literally dressing like a Hispanic faggot from the 80s. If he wants to be accurate, gay Latinos wear Border Patrol vests. You'd be hard pressed to find a Hispanic wearing Doc Martens when that is a white people thing. They like wearing Timbs (black cultcha) or Adidas.

> I took a gap year so I could get my top surgery done
Glad he found his universe's version of Dr. Sidbhbhbh. He yeeted those teets as soon as he was 18.
> His transness is no surprise to Jayce, but he tends not to think about it unless reminded
And you are reminded every fucking day, ese.
> Before I realized she wasn't really my type
Translation: 'She was a fucking nigger and I realized I can't be fucking those subhumans. Whites only, please.'

> Seems utterly unaffected despite his smaller size
That T sure is coming in clutch, eh?

> You're so goddamn gorgeous, you know that?
He's the literal manifestation of the pooner cartoon, earrings and all, but you keep telling yourself he's on the same level as prime Cindy Crawford.

> Dios mio, you're soaked
Me when I get all the dishes together
> Holy shit, you're so fucking tight
Me when the air fryer struggles to open
> Wanna feel you struggle to take me, fucking ruin you for everyone else
Me when I try climbing to Diamond in Apex

> That was so fucking hot, and it's not like I lasted any longer than you
Indeed, furiously humping against each other while fingerfucking and ejaculating in under 30 seconds is soooooooooooo hawt, bro. I'm like, fanning myself man. Whoa, nelly.
> Morning gayboy
"I'm, like totally gay when I offer my pussy up to men, dood. I'm hella homosexual, a real queer eye for the so-called straight guy, bro."
> Holy forking shirtballs
This dialogue reminds me of how bad it was in the original 2015 Life is Strange. No one aside from white autists speaks like this, and it fits because the author is herself a white autist. Vi would just say 'holy fucking shit'; she wouldn't bother with cringeworthy zoomer talk.

> What kind of black magic voodoo sorcery did you have to do to get HIM as your roommate?
Oy vey, that's cultural appropriation. Voodoo ain't for skinny white girls pretending to be boys. Marie Laveau is cursing from beyond the grave.
> You need to buy a lottery ticket because that is insanely good luck bro
"Hell yeah, dood, I just bagged me a 1980s Hispanic faggot who's probably positive for something. He's so good, bro, he's like, super manly with all those earrings. He could be an extra in the Fifth Element, bro."
> His mouth is filled by the larger man's tongue
I just think of Owen Wilson getting eaten by the anaconda in 'Anaconda' when I read tongue action like this.

> Jayce can full encircle Viktor's waist with his large hands
Get another fucking line. I've read this line hundreds - no, literally, HUNDREDS - of times.
> I don't know if I'm even going to fit inside you. Gonna fucking split you in half with my cock
Uh huh. The classic, 'It won't fit' 'I'll make it fit' trope. Tell us more about that 12 inch Latino dick, Ebony Darkness D'mentia Raven Way.

> Latches onto his t-dick, sucking it like his life depends on it
That t-dick is the size of a tick, whereas Jayce is the size of a Bobbitt worm. Even in the dick department, pooners lose. You will never have a 12 inch penis.
> OH FUCK!!
I regret to inform you that this author does not edit her work whatsoever, so when these characters are in the throes of passion, it makes it seem as if they just stepped on a nail instead.

> He had figured Jayce was big, but nothing could have prepared him for how absolutely hung he was
He already told you he was going to split you in half on his cock. Of course it goes up to his navel.
> Fuck baby, your sweet little cunt is so hot and wet for me...my Gods, you're so fucking tight it feels like you're strangling my cock
You know this unoriginal bitch lifted that line from another fic. They always love copying each other.
> Lets out a low whine as Jayce fills him, one incredibly thick inch at a time
He's a virgin yet is taking his first police baton penis like a pro. T sure does bring debuff damage to penile penetration, eh?

Yes, this is how this fic ends: a screaming ejaculation in ALL CAPS, and full conversations when this man is meant to be drilling that KFC chicken meal with his 12 inches of spice. Her 10-chapter fic is no better; in many cases, it's worse, as there are multiple smutty chapters. She apparently does not realize you end a line of dialogue with a comma.

@Weland Holy fucking shit this is beautiful:

“I really only tried to go once, and I was interrupted so often, I decided to wait for you. I knew you would take care of me. I also knew you would never let me get so stopped up if you could help it. But you do like it, right? Seeing how big turds can get inside me, how they force me open so wide?”

That is a random_txt quote.

Ampicilina500mg · Feb 19, 2026

Nothing annoys me more than a poorly tagged fanfic. And the amount of PiV in supposed male-male relationships that I've had to read against my will has put me in a very bad mood, but I never didn't expect something like this.
Warning: This fanfic contains content involving the real actors from the series "The Knight of the Seven Kingdoms," specifically child actor Dexter and lead actor Peter.

The tags

The rest. While the summary is already quite suspicious, it only gets worse.

The comments. Apparently, the author doesn't care and it seems he won't correct anything.

In moments like these, given that AO3 doesn't delete content, it should allow the option to leave bad ratings.

Well, now I need to clear my brain a little.

Thiletonomics · Feb 19, 2026

Chandelier said:
What happens when your roommate catches you furiously masturbating into his hoodie? A few gallons of squirt, that's what. The author would like you to know that she is trans.

What is with people and making unrealistic extreme amounts of cumming, i.e. shooting out a tanker truck load?

And this atrocity is RWBY Scat fanfiction:

The wind outside the abandoned cabin howled like a dying Grimm, rattling the frost-covered windows. Inside, the air was stagnant, heavy with the smell of dust, old wood, and the questionable stew bubbling in a pot over the fireplace. It was a meager dinner, scavenged from the depths of the cabin’s pantry, likely left behind by miners who hadn't been seen in years. Tin cans with faded labels, vacuum-sealed packets that puffed with air when opened.

Ruby sat on a wooden crate, her knees pulled up to her chest, staring into the fire. Her team was scattered around the small room. Weiss was perched on the edge of the cot, trying to keep her pristine white skirt off the dusty floorboards. Yang was stretched out on a rug near the hearth, arms behind her head, relaxed. Blake was curled in the armchair, a book in hand, though her eyes looked heavy.

They were all eating. Even Ruby, though she’d poked at the grayish meat in her bowl with suspicion. It tasted metallic, salty, and off. But they were hungry, and calories were calories in the field.

Ruby, however, wasn't focused on the taste. Her attention was entirely divided. Half her mind was on the mission report she needed to file for Qrow. The other half, the darker, secret half, was hyper-focused on the biological functions of her teammates.

It was a sickness, really. A weird, twisted itch she’d picked up back at Beacon. It started with accidental walks into the locker room at the wrong time, hearing the private sounds of girls who thought they were alone. It evolved into a fixation.

She didn't just hear the farts; she craved them. She watched the way Weiss’s skirt hugged her hips and wondered what sounds came out of that perfect, uptight rear. She looked at Yang’s spandex-clad ass and imagined the bassy thunder she must be capable of. She was a pervert, a closet deviant hiding behind a cloak of innocence and silver eyes.

Tonight, the sketchy food was acting like a catalyst. The air in the cabin was already getting thick, but it wasn't just the fire.

Tonight, the sketchy food was acting like a catalyst. The air in the cabin was already getting thick, but it wasn't just the fire.

Blake was the first to crack.

The Faunus was usually silent, controlled. But as she shifted in the armchair, crossing her legs tighter, a low, wet rumble echoed through the room.

UuuGuurrrGggle….

Weiss looked up from her bowl, her nose wrinkling. “Blake? Are you…?”

FSRRLPRRRRPPT!

The sound was wet, a sputtering trumpet blast that seemed to go on for five seconds. It wasn't a quick pop; it was a long, rolling release of trapped gas that vibrated against the leather of the chair. The vibration rattled the floorboards under Ruby’s crate.

Ruby froze. Her spoon stopped halfway to her mouth. The sound hit her ears like a siren, sending a jolt of electricity straight down her spine to her groin. She knew she shouldn't react. She should be grossed out, or at least indifferent. But her heart hammered against her ribs.

Then came the smell.

It was distinct, earthy, musky, and wild. It smelled of damp fur and rotting vegetation, a thick, humid stench that rolled over the campfire and slapped Ruby in the face. It was heavy, cloying, and the smell definitely belonged to Blake. Nobody else would go for the tuna, after all.

The silence in the cabin was absolute.

Blake put her book down, covering her face with one hand, her cat ears flattening against her skull. “...My apologies,” she muttered, her voice muffled. “The... rations.”

Yang was the first to break the tension. She threw her head back and laughed, a booming sound that cut through the awkwardness.

“Dang, Bellabooty!” Yang grinned, fanning her nose with one hand. “I knew cats were territorial about their scent, but that's a biological weapon!”

“Yang!” Weiss shrieked, her voice pitching up an octave. She had pulled her shirt collar up over her nose, her blue eyes watering. “That is... absolutely revolting. How can something so small produce such a... toxic cloud?”

“It's nature, Princess,” Yang winked, shifting her weight on the rug.

As if on cue, Yang’s stomach let out a groan of its own. Yang didn't even flinch. She just grinned wider, lifting one leg slightly.

“Here's mine,” she announced proudly.

BRRRFFRPPT!

It was a cannon blast. A bassy, cheek-clapping explosion that sounded like a leather jacket being ripped in half. The force of it actually stirred the ashes in the fireplace. Yang sighed dramatically, her shoulders slumping as if she’d just completed a great feat.

“Ahhh,” she exhaled, reaching back to pat her own rear. “That one had some kick to it.”

“You are disgusting,” Weiss hissed, her face pale. She had retreated to the far end of her cot, pressing a handkerchief to her face. “Both of you! We are in a confined space! Have some decency!”

“It's just gas, Weiss,” Yang laughed, waving her hand in front of her butt, sending the rancid smell of old cheese and sulfur swirling toward Weiss. “Don't tell me you don't have a little bubble brewing after that stew.”

Weiss looked ready to explode. “I certainly do not! I am a lady! Ladies do not... eructate in such a... vulgar manner!”

Yang sat up, her golden hair tumbling over her shoulders. She looked over at Ruby, who was still sitting on her crate, stiff as a board, her face flushed red.

“Hey, Ruby,” Yang nudged, her elbow digging into Ruby’s side. “You're quiet. Don't hold it in on our account. Let it out! Join the club!”

Ruby’s heart skipped a beat. She looked at Yang, then at Weiss. The Ice Queen was glaring daggers at her, her eyes narrowing behind the handkerchief.

“Ruby,” Weiss said, her voice low and dangerous. “Don't you dare. If you have any respect for my olfactory senses, you will keep that... biological horror inside you.”

“I... I don't have to go,” Ruby lied, her voice cracking.

But her stomach was a liar. The combination of Yang’s teasing and the visual of Blake squirming in her chair, combined with the thick, mingling scents of Blake’s earthy musk and Yang’s cheesy rot, was doing things to Ruby’s body. The pressure in her own gut was skyrocketing, a hot, sharp knot just below her navel.

She shifted on the crate. She could feel the gas bubbling, angry and hot, desperate to escape. It was different from theirs. Heavier. Wetter.

Her stomach roiled audibly. Weiss flinched.

Ruby clenched her fists. She tried to think about Grimm, about Crescent Rose, about Ozpin. Anything to distract from the hot pressure pushing against her sphincter.

“Just let it out, Rubes,” Yang teased, leaning back and propping her feet up. “It's natural!”

“It is not natural!” Weiss yelled.

The argument was the final straw. Ruby’s muscles, exhausted from the day's travel, betrayed her. She felt a cramp seize her lower belly, sharp and demanding.

She didn't mean to do it. She really didn't. She tried to ease a tiny bit out, just to stop the pain.

But her body had other plans.

FRRRRRRPPPBPBPBPTTTT!

Ruby’s eyes went wide. The sound was wet, a chaotic mix of bubbling mud and hissing steam. It wasn't the dry trumpet of Yang or the wet bark of Blake; it was a thick, sludge-like sound, the audio of a sewer pipe bursting.

It lasted for over six seconds. Pffft... bububub... shhhlorrt! The vibration buzzed against the wooden crate, rattling her teeth. And the smell...

Oh, the smell.

It was foul. It was a thick, curdled stench of spoiled milk and stale cookies. It was sweet in the most disgusting way possible, the scent of dairy left out in the sun for a week, mixed with the rich, eggy rot of bad meat. It was a heavy, humid fog that instantly blanketed the small cabin, drowning out the smell of the fire and the dust.

Ruby’s face burned. She could feel the heat radiating from her rear, the damp warmth spreading against her cotton panties. She squeezed her legs together, but the damage was done.

The silence that followed was heavy enough to crush a Grimm.

Weiss slowly lowered her handkerchief, her eyes wide and glassy. She stared at Ruby, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“Ruby…” Weiss whispered, her voice trembling with the sheer magnitude of her horror. “That... that was…”

Yang was staring too, but she wasn't disgusted. She was grinning, a look of impressed surprise on her face. “Whoa, Sis. I didn't know you had it in you.”

Ruby just sat there, her hands gripping her knees, her face buried in her chest. She wanted to die. She wanted to apologize. But deep down, beneath the layers of shame, a dark, twisted part of her brain was replaying the sound of her own fart, over and over again, and she was shivering with pleasure.

Weiss, meanwhile, tried to be a statue of composure. She was trying her hardest to be one. She sat on the edge of the cot, her back straight, her hands clenched in her lap. Her face had turned a shade of pale that rivaled the snow outside, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out on her forehead.

Inside her, a war was clearly being waged. The stew she had eaten, or perhaps the questionable glass of milk she’d drunk, was churning in her stomach like a vat of angry chemicals. Her intestines were twisting, knotting themselves around pockets of gas that felt pressurized, hot, and desperate to escape. She was a Schnee. A lady. Ladies did not break wind in drafty cabins while sitting next to their teammates.

Ladies certainly did not do what Ruby and Yang had just done.

But biology was a cruel mistress, indifferent to social status. Weiss’s stomach let out a low, mournful groan that seemed to vibrate through the wooden floorboards. She flinched, her eyes squeezing shut.

“Weiss?” Blake asked from her chair, her voice strained. She was still recovering from her own emission, the air in the room already thick with the scent of cat and sulfur.

“I am... perfectly fine,” Weiss lied through gritted teeth.

She shifted her weight, lifting her right cheek slightly off the cot. The movement was a mistake. The jostling of her hips agitated the massive bubble of gas that was currently pressing against her closed sphincter. The pressure spiked from a dull ache to a sharp, stabbing cramp.

Weiss let out a high-pitched squeak, her hand flying to her stomach. “Oh... oh no.”

“Let it out, Ice Queen,” Yang snickered from the rug, still fanning her own rear. “Holding it in is just going to make it explode later. Trust me, I know.”

“I will do no such thing!” Weiss hissed, her voice cracking. “I have control and I have discipline!”

Her ass, however, did not. It was trembling, exhausted by the effort of holding back the inevitable. The gas inside her was roiling, hot and wet, and it was simply too much volume for her body to contain.

Weiss squeezed her eyes shut, trying to visualize the mountains of Atlas, the cold, clean air. But all she could think about was the pressure, the burning heat in her lower gut.

PFFFT... SHHHHLORRT!

It escaped.

It wasn't a quick pop. It was a slow, sibilant hiss that transitioned into a wet, heavy roar. The sound was Pfffrrrt... like silk tearing, followed by a deep, resonating SHHHHLORRT that vibrated through the wooden slats of the cot.

Ruby inhaled sharply. Her eyes widened behind her bangs.

The smell was... incredible.

It shouldn't have been. They had all eaten the same toxic sludge. Blake’s gas had smelled of wet earth and rot. Yang’s smelled of cheese and sulfur. Ruby’s own had smelled of spoiled milk.

But Weiss... Weiss smelled expensive.

The cloud that wafted off the Heiress was rich, perfumed, and thick. It was a heavy, cloying scent of musk and expensive wine that had turned to vinegar, mixed with the sharp, acidic tang of digestion. It was the scent of royalty rotting from the inside out. It was foul, undeniably, but it was a high-class foul. It was concentrated, dense, and filled Ruby’s nose with a scent that made her head spin and her thighs clench together.

Ruby felt her heart hammering against her ribs. She watched Weiss’s face, flushed red with shame, her white skirt rustling as the gas continued to hiss out of her. She had a crush on Weiss already, a massive, sputtering, awkward crush, but this? This was sending her into overdrive. Seeing the perfect, prim Heiress releasing such a potent, rich stench was like a drug.

“Oh…ugh… Weiss moaned, her face in her hands. “That was... that was vile.”

Yang howled with laughter, slapping her knee. “I thought it wasn't so natural, Princess? You sounded like a dying trombone!”

“Shut up! Shut up, Yang!” Weiss shrieked, her voice echoing in the cabin. She was mortified, her entire body trembling. “I... I just... my stomach!”

“Don't be embarrassed,” Yang grinned, wiping a tear from her eye. “You're one of us now. Stinky and proud.”

“I am not stinky!” Weiss yelled, though the air around her was rapidly turning into a thick, purple haze of her own making.

Blake slammed her book shut. The sound was like a gunshot.

“I have had enough,” the Faunus said, her voice tight. She stood up, her cat ears flat against her head. “The air quality in here has dropped below survivable levels. I need to... I need to use the facilities.”

She walked toward the door that led to the back of the cabin.

“Good luck,” Ruby muttered, watching her go. “The outhouse looked like it was ready to collapse.”

Blake disappeared into the hallway. A moment later, she returned, looking even more pale than before.

“There is no bathroom,” Blake said, her voice hollow. “There isn't even an outhouse. Just a... a closet full of broken tools.”

“What?” Yang sat up, her smile fading. “You're kidding.”

“I checked the whole structure,” Blake said, leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over her stomach. “Nothing. No plumbing. No holes in the ground. Just... wood.”

The realization hit the group like a bucket of ice water.

Ruby looked around the small cabin. The windows were rattling with the wind. Outside, the snow was knee-deep, the temperature well below freezing. The thought of going out there to... to do that... it was impossible.

“I can't go outside,” Weiss whimpered, hugging her knees to her chest. “I'll freeze. And…in general, it’s…”

“And I'm not dropping my pants in a snowbank,” Yang added, though she looked less concerned and more thoughtful. “So, what? We hold it?”

Ruby’s stomach gave a violent lurch.

It wasn't just gas anymore. The cramps had changed. The pressure in her bowels had shifted from a gaseous bubble to a heavy, solid weight. The food poisoning wasn't just making them gassy. It was a laxative. A powerful one.

She looked at the others. Weiss was rocking back and forth, her face green. Yang had shifted her stance, pressing her legs together. Blake was sweating, her knuckles white where she gripped her arms.

They all had to go. Badly.

“This can't be happening,” Weiss hyperventilated, her breath coming in short gasps. “I cannot simply... evacuate in a cabin! With everyone watching!"

“It's better than exploding,” Yang said grimly. “Trust me, Princess. When the turtle head pokes, you don't argue with it.”

“Don't use that terminology!” Weiss screamed.

SPLORTCH!

Blake let out a shart. It was wet and loud, a sputtering explosion that sounded like mud hitting a fan. The Faunus gasped, her hands flying to her rear, her knees buckling.

“Blake?” Ruby asked, her voice trembling.

“I... I can't,” Blake whispered, her eyes wide and panicked. “I can't hold it. It's... it's right there.”

The tension in the room snapped. The air was already a toxic soup of four different girls' gas, thick enough to chew. The pressure was unbearable. The lack of a bathroom was a death sentence. Yang looked around, her eyes landing on a small metal bucket in the corner, likely meant for hauling coal or water. It was rusty, but it looked sturdy.

“Blake,” Yang said softly, pointing. “The bucket.”

Blake looked at it. Her eyes darted to the door, to the window, to the bucket. She was trembling.

“I... I can't,” Blake moaned. “Not... not here.”

“You're gonna go on the rug, Bellabooty,” Yang said gently. “Or the cot. Or Weiss. Pick your poison.”

Blake made a choked sound, half sob, half moan. She stumbled toward the bucket.

“Turn around!” Weiss shrieked, covering her eyes with her hands. “Everyone, turn around!”

“No way,” Ruby said instantly, her eyes locked on Blake. “I... I'm staying right here.”

She couldn't look away. She couldn't.

Blake reached the bucket. She was shaking so hard she nearly knocked it over. She looked back at the room, at Ruby staring with wide, hungry eyes, at Weiss hyperventilating on the cot, at Yang watching with a supportive, almost proud grin.

“I hate this…” Blake whispered.

She unbuttoned her pants. Her fingers were clumsy, slipping on the button. Finally, she yanked the zipper down and shoved her black stretch pants and her purple panties down to her knees in one frantic motion.

Ruby gasped.

Blake’s ass was magnificent. It was large, soft, and pale, covered in a fine layer of soft dark fur. It jiggled as she moved, the flesh rippling like water. She had the kind of butt that looked like it was made for this kind of thing. soft, yielding, and incredibly spankable.

Blake turned around, squatting over the bucket. Her cheeks spread automatically, her position exposing her hole to the cool air.

She bore down. A massive, wet fart ripped out of her, echoing in the metal bucket like a cannon blast. It was followed instantly by the sound of a heavy log sliding out of her.

PLOP.

It hit the bottom of the bucket with a wet, heavy thud.

“Ahhhn…” Blake groaned, her head falling forward, her cat ears twitching wildly. She pushed again. Her body was taking over, the laxative forcing her muscles to contract whether she wanted them to or not.

SHHHLLLORRT-SPLLORRT! PLOP. PLOP. PLOP.

Three logs, thick and dense, dropped out of her in rapid succession. They made wet, slapping sounds as they hit the pile already forming in the bucket. The smell was immediate and catastrophic, a rich, earthy stench of wild animal waste, mixed with the rot of the bad food. It was heavy and humid, rising up from the bucket and filling the cabin.

Ruby was transfixed. She watched Blake’s asshole twitch and dilate, watched the brown coils stretch her open, watched the fur around her rear get matted with... mess. It was the most beautiful, disgusting thing she had ever seen. Her hand moved between her legs, pressing against her denim shorts, needing friction.

“Blake, you're doing great,” Yang encouraged, giving a thumbs up.

“Shut up!” Blake sobbed, tears leaking down her face. She pushed harder, her stomach cramping violently. She farted again, a wet, sputtering blast that seemed to push the last of the solids out. A long, soft snake of shit coiled out of her, landing with a wet shlorp on top of the pile.

“Is... is it over?” Weiss asked, her voice muffled by her hands.

“Almost... almost…” Blake gasped. She grunted, a low, animalistic sound, and squeezed her eyes shut. “Nnngh! Hahh!”

A final, wet spray of sludge sprayed out of her, coating the insides of her thighs and the rim of the bucket. The sound was wet and messy, a squelching noise that made Ruby’s mouth water.

Blake slumped forward, her elbows on her knees, panting heavily. The cabin was silent, save for the heavy breathing of four girls and the faint sound of liquid settling in the bucket below Blake.

The smell was a physical weight now. It was thick enough to slice. It was the scent of Blake Belladonna’s insides, steaming and potent.

Ruby was trembling. She could feel the wetness in her own panties, knew that if she stood up, there would be a dark patch on her crotch. Seeing Blake empty herself like that, hearing the sounds, smelling the result... it had broken something in her. She needed to go. Now.

And from the look on Weiss’s pale, sweaty face, and the way Yang was shifting her weight uncomfortably, she wasn't the only one.

The silence that descended over the cabin was heavy, a suffocating blanket of humid, stinking air. It wasn't just quiet; it was pressurized. The smell coming from the bucket where Blake was still squatting was dense, a rich, earthy miasma of wild Faunus waste that mixed with the previous sour milk stench of Ruby and the cheesy rot of Yang’s earlier expulsions. It was a toxic soup that coated the back of the throat and made the eyes water.

Blake hovered over the metal bucket, her pants still tangled around her knees, her ass exposed to the cold cabin air. She looked back at the other three girls, her cat ears twitching nervously, her face flushed a deep, burning crimson. The relief of emptying her bowels was fading, replaced by a new, practical horror.

“Um,” Blake squeaked, her voice small and thin in the thick atmosphere. “Is... is there anything to wipe with?”

Yang opened her mouth to answer, a reassuring grin forming on her lips, but the words died in her throat.

GGGWWWOOOORRRGllle…

It wasn't just one stomach. It was a chorus.

The sound echoed through the small room, a low, wet symphony of digestion gone wrong. From Ruby, to Weiss, to Yang, their bellies roiled in perfect, terrifying unison. The laxative in the expired food had hit critical mass. It wasn't just gas anymore. The cramping was violent, a sharp, twisting knife in the lower gut that signaled the arrival of solid matter.

They were out of time. Their bodies were done waiting.

Yang was the first to move. She was the pragmatist, the brawler who acted when the chips were down. She stood up from the rug, her hands flying to the button of her shorts.

“Screw it,” Yang hissed through clenched teeth, sweat beading on her forehead. “I'm not making it to the door. I'm not freezing my ass off.”

She scanned the room, her golden eyes darting over the furniture. They were in an old mining cabin. There had to be something.

Her eyes landed on a heavy wooden dresser against the far wall. The bottom drawer was slightly ajar.

“Target acquired,” Yang grunted.

She stumbled over, practically ripping her shorts down in one motion. She wasn't wearing underwear, Yang rarely did when she was expecting a fight or heavy training, which left her tanned, muscular ass bare to the air. She yanked the drawer open completely. It was full of old, dry rags and rusted tools.

“Good enough.”

Yang turned around, backing her ass up to the drawer. She squatted, her powerful thighs flexing, her knees popping. She grabbed the edges of the dresser for leverage.

“Here it comes…” she groaned, her head falling back.

A wet, heavy fart blasted out of her, echoing in the wooden box like a cannon shot. It was followed instantly by the sensation of release.

PLOP! PLOP! SPLLAT!

Thick, heavy logs began to slide out of her. They weren't hard; they were soft, almost clay-like, the result of the bad food turning her insides into mush. They dropped with wet, heavy thuds into the bottom of the drawer, landing on the rags with sickening squelches.

HISSSSSS...

Her bladder let go at the same time, a hot, golden stream of piss that hissed out of her, spraying against the back of the drawer and turning the dry rags into a sodden yellow mess. The smell hit instantly, a spicy, sour stench of hot urine and soft shit that added a new, pungent layer to the cabin's atmosphere.

Yang groaned, a mix of effort and relief. “Oh..that feels good.”

She bore down again, her abs crunching.

Another massive load, softer and wetter than the first, poured out of her. It filled the drawer rapidly, the soft coils molding to the shape of the wooden box. The smell was horrific, a humid, suffocating cloud of Yang’s internal biology, but she just kept going, grunting and panting, her eyes rolling back.

Ruby couldn't look away. She watched Yang’s ass clench and unclench, watched the brown sludge pile up in the drawer. Her own stomach was a twisting knot of agony, the pressure in her bowels screaming at her to let go. But she was also throbbing, wet and needy between her legs. Seeing Yang, strong, confident Yang, degrading herself like this, shitting in a piece of furniture... it was fuel on a fire.

There was nowhere left for her.

The bucket was taken. The drawer was filling up fast. The floor was... well, it was hardwood.

“I... I can't wait,” Ruby whimpered, her voice cracking. She looked down at the floorboards. They looked dirty anyway. Who would know?

She dropped to her knees, her black combat boots skidding on the wood. She was shaking, her hands flying to her skirt. She hiked the red fabric up, exposing her pale, round cheeks and the simple white cotton panties she wore underneath.

“Ruby, what are you doing?” Weiss gasped, her voice shrill with panic.

“I have to!” Ruby cried out. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and yanked them down to her knees, just like Blake had done.

The cold air hit her overheated skin. She assumed the position, knees wide, ass hovering just inches off the floorboards. She looked back, seeing the space between her cheeks and the wood.

She pushed. She didn't have a choice. A long fart hissed out of her, vibrating against her thighs. It was followed immediately by a violent explosion.

SPLAT-SPLAT-SPLAT!

It wasn't logs. It was diarrhea. A thick, sludge-like brown spray that blasted out of her and splattered onto the floorboards. The sound was wet and messy, like mud being thrown against a wall. The heat of it was intense, scalding her thighs.

“Ah! Ah! It's... it's hot!” Ruby moaned, her head falling forward. Her body convulsed, forcing more of the mess out. Thick, soft coils mixed with liquid slurry piled up on the floor beneath her. It was a growing mound of filth, steaming in the cold cabin air.

HISSSSSS...

She pissed too, a hot torrent that joined the slurry, turning the wood floor into a brown swamp. The smell was sweet and sour, the scent of spoiled milk and rotting cookies, intensified a thousand times by the heat of fresh waste. Ruby breathed it in, her eyes rolling back. It was disgusting. It was vile. And she was so incredibly turned on she thought she might pass out.

But Weiss wasn't moving.

The Heiress was still standing by the cot, her hands white-knuckled on the wood frame. Her face was pale as a sheet, her blue eyes wide and glassy. She looked at Yang filling the drawer. She looked at Ruby splattering the floor. She looked at Blake, who was still squatting over the bucket, watching the chaos unfold.

“I... I can't,” Weiss whispered, her voice trembling. “I refuse. I am a Schnee. I do not... I won't defecate on the floor!”

GGGWWWOOOORRR...

Her stomach let out a mournful, wet gurgle that sounded like a dying animal.

“You have to, Princess,” Yang grunted from the drawer, wiping sweat from her brow. “Holding it in is just gonna make it messy later.”

“No!” Weiss shrieked. “There has to be another way! I'll hold it! I'll hold it until we get back!”

She squeezed her legs together, her thighs shaking. She was wearing her white combat skirt, the pristine fabric spotless. Underneath, she knew her white silk panties were in danger.

The pain hit her. A sharp, twisting cramp that doubled her over.

“Nnngh!” Weiss gasped, her hands flying to her stomach. “Oh... oh no.”

She tried to clench, to summon the legendary willpower of the Schnee family. But her sphincter was exhausted from holding in the gas, weakened by the laxative.

It happened in slow motion.

Weiss’s knees buckled. She bent forward at the waist, her hands braced on her thighs. Her ass naturally pushed out, the skirt tightening over her rear.

SPLOORTTCHH!

A solid, heavy log forced its way into her panties.

Weiss’s eyes snapped open. “No... stop!”

FRRSPLRROOOTCH.

More followed. The logs were thick and dense, packing into the seat of her white silk panties instantly. The fabric groaned, straining to contain the sudden, massive volume. A bulge appeared, a rounded, lumpy mound that pushed the skirt out.

She was filling her pants.

The horror on her face was absolute. She could feel the heat, the weight. The soft, sticky texture of the mess molding against her buttocks. It was horrifying. A wet, soft shart slid out, coating the logs in sludge. The mess was too big. The panties couldn't hold it all.

The fabric sagged downward, the weight of the shit pulling the waistband down. The brown stain began to creep up the back, a widening circle of filth.

HISSSSSS...

And then, the ultimate indignity.

Her bladder, traumatized by the cramping and the pressure, released.

A hot flood of piss soaked into the already loaded panties. The white silk turned transparent in patches, the yellow liquid mixing with the brown sludge. The mess became a heavy, wet sag, a swinging weight between her legs that dragged her skirt down.

Weiss began to cry. Silent, mortified tears that streamed down her face. She stood there, a once-proud Heiress, now standing in a puddle of her own making, her panties filled to bursting with a load of shit.

“I... I ruined them,” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “I just... I just bought these…”

The cabin was a ruin.

Yang was emptying the last of her bowels into the drawer, the wood groaning under the weight. Ruby was kneeling in a pile of her own filth, panting and aroused. Blake was watching from the bucket, her face pale, staring at Weiss in shock.

And Weiss was just crying, her panties overflowing, the room filling with the rich, perfumed stench of a Schnee's total loss of control.

Ruby looked at Weiss, at the sagging bulge, the piss running down her legs. She took a deep breath of the foulest air she had ever inhaled and knew, with a twisted certainty, that this was the best mission of her life.

Time became an abstract concept inside that cabin. There was only the rhythmic clenching of muscles, the wet splash of release, and the thickening atmosphere that made the air feel like soup. It wasn't a quick event; it was an endurance test. The bad food had turned their insides into high-pressure hoses, and for what felt like hours, the only sounds in the room were the wet, chaotic noises of relief and the heavy, panting breaths of four girls pushed to their absolute limit.

But eventually, the storm broke. The cramps subsided into dull aches, and the flow slowed to a trickle, then stopped. The cabin was no longer just a shelter; it was a biohazard zone.

The wind had died down outside, leaving the world in a grey, silent twilight. Inside, the air was heavy, a humid, toxic blanket that coated the tongue and stung the eyes. The smell had matured from the sharp violence of fresh expulsion to a deep, earthy rot, the scent of a bog that had been disturbed after a century.

Ruby sat on her crate, her knees pulled up to her chin. She felt hollowed out, light, and weirdly energized. She looked around the room, her silver eyes scanning the devastation with a reverence that bordered on the holy.

It was a masterpiece.

The floorboards in front of her were a disaster zone. A dark, glistening swamp of diarrhea and soft logs coiled on the wood, steam rising faintly from the wettest piles. Her own pile was massive, a testament to the volume of the bad food.

To her left, Yang was standing by the dresser, pulling up her spandex shorts. The bottom drawer was closed now, but the wood around the handle was stained, and the faint outline of a bulge was visible against the frame. Yang looked unbothered, if anything, refreshed. She stretched her arms over her head, her shirt lifting to show a flash of toned stomach.

“Well,” Yang sighed, slapping her thighs. “I feel ten pounds lighter. Literally.”

In the corner, Blake was crouched by the bucket. She had managed to wipe with some old newspaper she found, but the action had been purely cosmetic. The bucket was full to the brim, a mound of dark coils rising above the rim like a terrible ice cream sundae. Blake looked tired, her cat ears drooping, but there was a flush to her cheeks that wasn't just from the heat.

And then there was Weiss.

And then there was Weiss.

The Heiress was standing near the cot, looking down at a pile of fabric on the floor. She had used her Semblance, Glyphs, to clean herself up, scrubbing her skin until it was pale and pristine again. But the clothes were another story.

Scattered on the floor were the casualties of the afternoon. Pairs of panties. White cotton, black lace, purple briefs. Some were just stained, massive brown skidmarks ruining the fabric. Others were wadded up, used as makeshift toilet paper in the desperate, final moments of the purge. They lay like fallen soldiers on the battlefield of the cabin floor.

Weiss picked up a pair of her own white silk panties. They were ruined, the seat completely blown out, stained a deep, muddy brown, the fabric stiff with drying filth. She stared at them with a complex expression, horror warring with a strange, glazed look in her blue eyes.

“This is... unacceptable,” Weiss whispered, though her voice lacked its usual bite. She dropped the panties back onto the pile. “I will never get the smell out.”

“Use a fire shot, Princess." Yang suggested, leaning back against the dresser. “Burn the evidence. It's the only way.”

Ruby swallowed hard. Her heart was hammering against her ribs, a frantic rhythm that had nothing to do with the physical exertion. She looked at the pile of panties, then at her friends. The memory of the last few hours, the sounds, the smells, the sight of them letting go, was playing on a loop in her head.

She couldn't hold it in anymore. The secret felt like it was burning a hole in her chest.

“Hey guys?” Ruby’s voice was small, timid.

Three pairs of eyes turned to her.

“Is... is it just me?” Ruby asked, her face burning hotter than the fever she’d had earlier. “Or did anyone else... you know... feel kind of... awoken by that?”

The silence stretched. It wasn't the awkward silence from before; it was heavy, charged.

Yang let out a short, sharp laugh. “Awoken? Sis, I was wide awake.”

She pushed off the dresser and walked over to Ruby, draping an arm around her sister's shoulders. “I'm not gonna lie. Watching you three lose control like that? Hearing the noises? Smelling…” Yang took a deep, exaggerated breath of the foul air, grinning. “It was hot. Like, really hot.”

Ruby’s eyes widened. “You really think so?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Yang winked. “I didn't know you had it in you, Rubes. That little explosion on the floor? Nasty. In a good way.”

Ruby felt a thrill go through her, electric and sharp. She looked at Blake.

The Faunus was looking away, twitching nervously. But her ears were pink. She didn't deny it. She just shifted her weight, her thighs pressing together in a way that Ruby recognized instantly. She was feeling the aftershocks too.

And Weiss.

Weiss was still staring at the ruined panties. She took a shaky breath, her hand unconsciously drifting down to rest on her stomach.

“It was... visceral,” Weiss admitted, her voice barely a whisper. “Disgusting. Vile. Undignified.” She paused, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “And... I have never felt such a... release. Not just physical. It was... freeing.”

She looked up, her blue eyes locking with Ruby’s. There was a heat in them that Ruby had never seen before. A shared secret. A shared depravity.

“I felt it too,” Weiss added, her cheeks turning a deep crimson.
“So... no. You are not the only one.”

Ruby let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She felt giddy, dizzy. It wasn't just a fetish anymore. It was a team building exercise.

Weiss seemed to realize the implications of her admission. Her posture snapped back to rigid perfection, the Schnee defenses slamming into place.

“That being said,” Weiss said, her voice sharpening. "If a single word of this leaves this cabin—if you tell Jaune, if you tell Qrow, if you tell a soul, I will freeze your assets. I will bury you in the snow. Do I make myself clear?”

“Loud and clear, Ice Queen,” Yang laughed, holding up her hands. “Our little secret. Team RWBY's shitty little bonding moment.”

“Don't call it that!” Weiss shrieked, her face twisting in mortified fury. “And stop looking at me like that! I know I... I soiled myself! It was an emergency! I am not a baby!”

“Coulda fooled me,” Yang teased, pointing at Weiss’s rear. “You sure filled your pants like one. I heard the squish, Princess. Don't pretend you didn't.”

“Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Weiss yelled, covering her ears. “I hate you all!”

Ruby just giggled, a wet, breathy sound. She was living the dream. She was sitting in a room that smelled like a sewer, surrounded by piles of shit and ruined underwear, and her team, her amazing, beautiful team, had just admitted that they enjoyed it. It was better than any fantasy she’d ever concocted in her head.

Blake cleared her throat, stepping away from the bucket. She walked over to Ruby, her golden eyes narrowed in thought. She looked... curious. Analytical.

“Ruby,” Blake said quietly.

“Yeah, Blake?” Ruby asked, trying to look innocent, even though she knew she looked like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“This... reaction of yours,” Blake gestured vaguely to the room, to the mess, to Ruby’s flushed face. “You've had this... fixation. For a while, haven't you?”

Ruby’s heart stopped. “W-what? No! I mean... maybe? I don't know!”

“It's okay,” Blake said, a small, almost imperceptible smile touching her lips. “I'm not judging. I noticed how you were watching us. The way you... inhaled.”

Ruby’s face felt like it was going to melt off. “I... I couldn't help it,” she squeaked. “You guys are just... you know. Pretty. And... the sounds were... really nice.”

Blake nodded slowly. “I see.”

She stepped closer, leaning in so only Ruby could hear.

“For the record,” Blake whispered, her voice dropping to a husky murmur that made Ruby’s toes curl. “That's not a 'no'.”

Ruby blinked. “Huh?”

“I'm noting it for next time,” Blake continued, her eyes glowing slightly in the dim light. “If we're ever stuck in a cabin again... or even if we aren't. Maybe we can... experiment. With your... interests.”

She pulled back, winking, and turned to help Weiss gather up the ruined clothes.

Ruby sat there, paralyzed. Her brain was short-circuiting. Next time? Experiment? Interests?

She looked at Yang, who was giving her a thumbs up. She looked at Weiss, who was glaring at a pair of stained panties but wasn't throwing them away.

Ruby Rose smiled, a wide, genuine smile that stretched from ear to ear.

The air still smelled like a toilet. The floor was covered in sludge. Her clothes were dirty. But as she looked at her team, her weird, wonderful, perverted team, she knew one thing for certain.

Best. Mission. Ever.

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Chandelier · Feb 20, 2026

tigercristabel has updated her fairy AU.

In case you forgot the first chapter, this impromptu marriage begins with Jayce rescuing a butterfly that is actually a fairy, who declares that they are now married and he is subservient to him forever more. Jayce is also a BPD nightmare and that is highlighted in this chapter.

> The fact that he was literally made entirely out of Jayce's favourite thing in the world
> Said magical being still has a warped spine and body because, despite being able to change shape, he cannot repair his physical condition
Logic.
> How he always asked so sweetly for help with the corset
He has to talk so sweetly because if he doesn't, our Latino here enters a monstrous rage.
> He'd only had to go and fall in love with his...husband
This 'romance' is by far the most ham-fisted and forced thing I have ever read. It only has bookmarks because of the ship, but there is virtually no chemistry between these characters whatsoever. This can't even be considered 'Love at first sight' because the love isn't there at all.

> We don't have time to hide you
...he can turn into a butterfly? You can tell him to go to the bathroom? The bedroom? He doesn't have to stay there.

> You meet someone and then suddenly you're too busy for me
From Caitlyn's outburst, we learn Jayce has been holed up in his home for weeks on end. He is an accomplished professor and known on campus, and yet no one bothered to ask where he was or reprimand him for taking an absence without leave. He's abandoning his job for some fairy pussy that isn't all that good.

> We talked and there was this connection between us
I couldn't tell because there was no textual evidence for it or organic development. He literally woke up in your lap and declared that you were married.
> Oh ah, my name is Viktor
She knows because Jayce told her that already.

> What we have...it's special
I couldn't tell. I also don't blame Caitlyn for being standoffish here: Viktor is far cleverer than that, and yet he's acting like a malfunctioning Oblivion NPC. One might say he's already acting like the battered wife.

> Relief that all might not be lost crashed over him...his smile was one of genuine relief
Redundant. This is also beta read.
> Cait probably thinks you hate her. What if she gets suspicious?
That's not her fault. It's the author's for making Viktor have Battered Wife Syndrome.
> Despite the rage, he raced forward to catch him in his arms...it was cliché
You don't fucking say.
> Knew he needed to go deal with the broiling emotions still simmering under the surface
> Says he has to 'go and calm down' because his rage literally makes him deaf
> Routinely has moments where he blacks out and rages at others because he 'cannot control his feelings'
> Author doesn't understand it's really revealing how she only sees the Latino as a BPD nightmare who cannot control himself
And she keeps doing it. She was the one who made Viktor eat dog food off the floor, remember.

> His understanding of the curse was that Viktor wouldn't be able to run away, even if he'd been treated horribly
Magical fairy dust domestic violence, a sentence I never thought I'd type.
> I shouldn't have snapped at you in the first place
"Look, I'm just emotional, okay? I just can't control my emotions. So what if I gave you a black eye? I loved you far too much."

> Who spoke like he'd been classically trained
> Can't initiate conversations properly and speaks as if he got a lobotomy
I like the implications that he turns into a retard around normal humans.
> I can help you with navigating the finer points of Piltovan communication
"I'm here to tell you your English sucks. Sincerely, a Hispanic."
> Winced at how casually Viktor brought up the topic of their first proper disagreement
That wasn't even a disagreement. Jayce just snapped and yelled at him. Viktor didn't do anything wrong and by his own logic, he cannot disagree with or argue back. He's literally shackled to the whims of an emotionally volatile man.

> Even a non-mage could wield power over me through knowledge of my name
Cool, what can Caitlyn do now if she decides she's had a bad day?
> Viktor had told him that their marriage was unbreakable
Because fairies don't believe in divorce and are actually there to be sold as sex slaves. No, really. It's human trafficking but

magical.

> Yeah that makes sense
It sure as fuck doesn't. Fairies are considered pure magic, and are representatives of the Arcane itself, but are taken by mages as sex slaves because they want magical children. If they get kidnapped their parents and families can go looking for them but can't do anything because their magic doesn't work against mages, or some shit. The internal logic, as always, is atrocious.
> It is something I have missed as of late
He can turn into a butterfly but he can't fix his spine, remember.

> Would you like to give it a go?
> Immediately gets enraged at the 'openness' of his fairy waifu's eyes
Holy fuck, dude.
> The very tiny, very naked Viktor laughed
So he's Tinker Bell's size and it's meant to be erotic. I don't think you can summon erotica or chemistry in this fic even if you used Voodoo.

> Unluckier than the brides sold as batteries
> Unluckier than the brides in the horror stories whispered across the morning dew
> Is happy to be wed to a 'man he loves' who snaps at a single sign of disrespect
Fairies went from creatures who kidnapped children for sacrificial purposes and now they're mail order brides who are bossed around by human men. Is this a fairy tale or a domestic violence ad?

> It was no mystery why he had fallen in love with the first person to show him affection
...you fell in love>
> Jayce would find someone else, someone better, and come to resent the yoke of his presence
You're pure magic. Enchant him or some shit. You don't have to be a single fairy mom carrying around your tard babies. Be creative! But nooooooooo...we get Domestic Violence: Welsh Edition. Can you tell these two are in love?

That omegaverse CEO AU has been updated and it continues to grow in popularity. People really love those cliched sexist alpha males with the biggest cocks shoving them into the tightest white orifices. Lines for this fic incldue:
- Every coherent thought dissolved into one singular craving: to be fucked. To be knotted. To be heavy again, swollen with pup. Pregnant, full, claimed
- Because of course he had spent his entire heat thinking about one very specific cock. The biggest he had ever taken. The one that had stretched him open in a way nothing else ever had. The one that filled him so completely it made him dizzy, made him forget his own name.
- Fuck, he wanted to be pregnant again.
- One memory was enough to reduce him to a mindless, cock-hungry animal.
- He had two settings, apparently. Either arrogant bastard, shameless flirt, professional fuckboy—or this. A flustered, hormonal teenage alpha who’d never been within five feet of an omega before.

> For most of the past few days, he had been naked
When omegas go into heats, there is no need to eat, drink, or shower - they just spend all day masturbating and hoping they get filled with gigantic alpha cock.
> Provocative heat-scent that made alphas turn their heads. By then he could leave the apartment without worrying that some random alpha would pick up on it and lose control
Yes, if an alpha male smells an omega's heat, he enters Rape Mode and will promptly attack the milk-smelling omega. Some defensive measures include pissing themselves, shitting themselves, or their pussy juice turning so sour they don't want to put their dicks near it. Or they just grin and bear it and rape the omega anyways. What a world to live in.

> He'd been so aroused, so frantic with been, that his brain had nearly shut down
> Every coherent thought dissolved into one singular craving: to be fucked. To be knotted. To be heavy again, swollen with pup. Pregnant, full, claimed
It's Just Biology, Bro. Omegas need to get fucked or else they'll die. But if you take this out of its intended audience and say it's weird as fuck, you're the problem.
> He wanted the alpha. The biggest he'd ever taken. The one who had stretched him open in a way nothing else ever had. The cock that belonged to the most infuriating, arrogant, devastatingly handsome alpha in the world
"Yeah this man used me and is a disgusting misogynist but he had a BIG FAT COCK and fucked me good and that makes it better, okay? I just want to get pregnant and shit out pups because that's my nature and I need to be a bred mommy."

That's the mindset of this author: a quasi-female character so sex-craved they turn into a 'cock-hungry animal' who needs the biggest and baddest cock or else they'll literally die. This fic almost has 500 kudos, btw.

> He wanted to feel it in his womb. He wanted to feel full.
You said that already.
> One memory of Jayce was enough to reduce him to a mindless, cock-hungry animal
And he has no other redeeming qualities other than a hole to be fucked, because this is your most ridiculous, outrageous hetslop omegaverse not seen since 'You spayed my mate!' from Quicksilver. You are not exempt from this shit, because you inspired the shit.

> A parent who was in control. Not someone unraveling at the mercy of instinct
"Sorry honey, I can't take you to McDonald's today. I'm busy dreaming about getting railed by 12 inch cock."
> Soft chamomile and warm milk
Reminder that when omegas get upset this milk scent curdles, so all you are smelling is something akin to rotting corpses 24/7. Yuck.

Alphas can rub off their scents on offspring like a dog pissing on its territory. What happens when another alpha male so much as sneezes on them? Do they have infanticide in this world?

BTW, 'Mr. Papi' just translates to 'Mr. Daddy', which sounds less like a paternal honorific than a sexual one.

> But can I be friends with Mr. Papi?
"No son, because I'm too busy imagining getting railed by him because that's my instinct and then I'll have to juggle three more children because fuck my autonomy and disability."

> I wish my real daddy was that cool
> Jumps into a thought that alpha males have to be present in their children's lives and that the dominant thinking of the day is that a father/sperm donor is essential for their development
Wow, that sounds awfully like a clean cut, systemically enforced nuclear family, doesn't it? Where are all the single mothers and polyamorous couples? You'd think a world written by progressives would have at least SOME progressive dynamics, but goddamn, there isn't even a single furry in this dimension!

I also wanted to point out that this author is insanely allergic to paragraphs. The few you see in this screenshot are rarely used; it's just a new sentence for each idea. That's why these chapters are so long.

I'll take a gander at what the twist with Dmitri will be: he comes off as a well-meaning guy, but will start 'imprinting' on Viktor and will try to lay claim to him, which will anger Jayce in turn and cause an alpha fight that will lead to a fallout. This will lead to Jayce's redemption arc and how he totally isn't a male slut who doesn't respect omegas - he's just broken and fears attachment, mmmkay?

Yeah, she's definitely going to make Dmitri the bad guy. Cue the below-the-belt sword fights and the beat downs.

> Not when the risk of his infuriating biological father connecting the dots was too high
He's so 'infuriating' that you spent the last week dreaming of getting fucked by his 12 inch cock and being impregnated. Sounds like your hormones are going wild and you need to be submissive and breedable like the ~~woman~~ omega you re.

> He'd never shown any particular interest before. Never made Viktor feel noticed in that way. Then again, most alphas didn't
When I said that these people write Viktor like he's a Taylor Swift song, I mean it. It's almost like he's about to belt out BUT CAN'T YOU SEE-EEE THAT YOU BELONG WITH MEEE-EEE.
> On paper, he was exactly the kind of alpha Viktor should consider: steady, safe. So why did the idea of having dinner with him feel less like anticipation and more like walking toward an execution?
Called it. It's a real bait-and-switch with Dmitri: he's the Good Guy but he Really Isn't and probably will do something with poor Benji. You have to have the token Evil White Man. Also, I have no idea why this author is so averse to putting her sentences together. It's not going to make your fic look any worse, bae.

> Jayce looked embarrassed. Not very alpha of him
Alphas cannot feel embarrassment because that would require some level of humility. Alphas have to be big, strong, talk like cavemen and fuck like animals. There isn't a lick of humanity to be found in them because that's for uwu omegas.

> Are you...scenting me?
"I gotta get a whiff of that YSL 'Spoiled Milk' perfume."
> He had two settings, apparently: either arrogant bastard, shameless flirt, professional fuckboy
He's none of those things and this is just an OC, but do go on.

> A flustered, hormonal teenager who'd never been within five five of an omega before
Oh, so that's your height, then. Anyways, this is the same alpha he was furiously masturbating to hours ago.
> So why did he act like this around Viktor? Which brought Viktor back to the real question: what, exactly, was Jayce's problem?
Are you seriously asking this? This 'arrogant fuckboy' who's also a 'flustered hormonal alpha' is clearly trying to court you so he can get his tradwife rather than appear as a solo fuckboy in front of his mother. He's literally doing this for his 'I'm totally not racist' mom who wants her bleached grandbabies.

> Jayce Talis did not look at omegas like Viktor and feel anything worth naming. An alpha like that would always choose someone flawless; beautiful, radiant, fertile
Fuck right off with this Taylor Swift 'I'M SUCH AND UGLY DUCKLING NO ONE WANTS TO MARRY MEEEE WHEN I'M REALLY A SWAN REEEEEEE' bullshit. 'Waah I'm so crippled I can't have a baby' you just had one. In fact, that's the ONLY thing you're known for an expected to do, so clearly that disability didn't stop your lady - er, omega - bits from working as intended.
> The conclusion was simple: Viktor had been convenient. Alone. Young. Inexperienced. Awkward. He told Viktor he was beautiful; that he had never wanted anyone like that before. But those were just words meant to ease him open
I'm glad you are finally concluding that the sexist alpha got excited at the prospect of cumming inside a virgin. Now you are arguing it's a bad thing while also wanting that sexist alpha cock...pick a struggle.

> He felt incandescent. Desired. Seen
> Acknowledges that it was all because the alpha wanted a virgin
> Plays into the 'Spurned virgin who becomes jaded by ex-lover who is also a single mom swears off men but dreams about the alpha who fucked them good and hard' trope like there's no tomorrow
But mainstream hetslop is bad, ho hum.

> Because I can always smell you
And no one notices how alphas emit a pheromone cloud as thick as Round-Up. Where's RFK Jr. calling it a health hazard?

> Viktor felt it all at once - the unmistakable presence of an alpha far too close
The guy is nearly seven feet tall. His shoulders along could probably unseat a knight on his horse. It's hard to mistake his presence when he quite literally fills the entire room.

> I'm working on my temper
Press X to doubt.
> How grateful I am that you're willing to forgive me
He literally doesn't have any other choice. What would happen if an omega didn't accept an apology? Would they be called a stingy bitch and be shamed forthwith? Something to think about.

> You didn't owe me an apology
Yes, he did. This is just that f~~emale~~ omega socialization coming through where they are expected to be demure and understanding and that they are at fault for whatever an alpha male does. Jayce was 100% at fault and he should have been prostrating himself here, yet he just expected the omega to forgive him.
> Proving he could behave better
Press X to doubt. This is also working perfectly in line with the, 'Sexist alpha learns the error of his ways when he finds out he has a child from the virgin he couldn't resist' trope. Literally this meme:

> You look good. Beautiful, as always
OK who's playing Taylor Swift in the background?

Yep, called it. He'd be 'tamed' by the idea of his son and this sexist alpha decides to become an involved father to his tradwife and growing family. Very, very conservative and traditional if you ask me.

Ma'am, this is just straight sex, even if is 'lovingly written by a trans author'. It is also beta-read by their 'pookiebear' Leon. Leon should just stick with fighting zombies. 100% skippable as it is a basic heterosexual fic.

Very masc way of talking. This is a 'genderqueer' Viktor, so really he's just a woman with female pronouns. This is just straight sex. I just don't get why they can't stick with the good ole Rule 63.

> I saw lace when you bent over
Either the pants are too low or those panties are too high. You need to be wearing proper clothing when working in a lab.
> Now, for every minute or hour spent having sex, they add that to their lab work hours
...so nothing gets done, because every minute they add to their lab work hours they have sex. It's a paradox.

> Her pussy already moistening under her panties
> Her pussy got even wetter, wondering how Jayce could get so excited just from eating her out
White pussy hits different, you know?

> Her pussy clenched around nothing as she squirted
> His cock was so girthy and long
This is so basic, lmao. Can I also get a measurement on that 'long and girthy' manhood?

> Accentuating her thin waist
Well at least we are actually acknowledging that this is a woman. Half the time they want to play hooky with the pronouns.
> Thigh-high stockings
No troon fic is complete without those.
> The cups had barely enough fabric to support her breasts
You can get lacey bras that have no cups at all if you're small enough. If she's at an A-cup or below, you can just get away with the lace itself.

> Realizing that his cum was leaking down her throat
Hey, it's a nice solution to strep throat if you have it.

> They both groaned as he rutted his cock between her soaked panties and wet pussy
> Slid his cock in
This is very basic for a smut fic, TBH.

> Her pussy sucking him in
Like a Dyson vacuum cleaner. Get yours today!
> He pounded into her, making the couch legs squeak underneath them
You already wrote he was fucking her roughly.
> Her breasts bounced in the little bra she had
What breasts?

> Squirting and painting his abdomen with her fluids
Who needs a shower when you've got a portable pussy doing it for you?
> The sounds of skin slapping and Viktor's wet pussy echoed in the lab
I really do wonder how they are getting things done if every minute is spent doing this.
> She cried out as his cum filled her, her pussy milking his cock
Any harder and the FDA is going to wonder if its pasteurized.
> Feeling safe and comfortable
That's how you know a woman wrote this: on top of being safe, seen, and validated, it's also the feeling of being seen as beautiful. They always stress the ugly duckling being the beautiful swan under the layers. No matter what the pronouns are, this is always the end result.

They have a nice little cuddle and tell each other they love each other. The end. It's just your basic bitch hetslop. Meanwhile, I'm still waiting on 'puppy of progress'.

Ampicilina500mg said:
This fanfic contains content involving the real actors from the series "The Knight of the Seven Kingdoms," specifically child actor Dexter and lead actor Peter.

RPF featuring children is vile because it's barely disguised pedophilia. The author's comments are the same ones I've seen in my fandoms: the same dismissive, 'well it's just fanfiction!' argument. Do what you want with the fictional characters - but kids should always be off limits. The 'underage' tag was meant for teenagers having sex with those in their own age bracket. GOT/ASOIAF has a lot of these because of the context, but authors tend to be more careful with the subject matter. These fics have 15-year-olds with men twice their age and people are eating it up because it's their favourite pairing.

On a related note, a pedophile I've featured here, problematicism, had a thread made on her after almost a year of her groomer fic being on AO3. This was one of the comments.

I also intend to read this fic one day, but never got around to it. It involves a married man cheating on his black wife and grooming and fucking the white friend of his mixed race daughter. It really leans into the Gypsy habit of grooming and raping white kids, and the author, Luxie, really loves the trope of a hot brown man doing it. While omegaviktor/problematicism went private for now, she actually wanted to SELL her fanfic via published bound copies. You are not allowed to sell fanfic for commercial use whatsoever. Fanart has looser rules, but fanfic has always operated it on being a gift economy. Not only was this Gypsy a pedophile, she was trying to make a buck off her grooming. Very, very fitting for her ethnic group.

Thiletonomics said:
What is with people and making unrealistic extreme amounts of cumming, i.e. shooting out a tanker truck load?

Leftover from classic hentai where the guy would shoot out so much sperm it would distend the uterus/orifice of the receptive party. With an increased focus on female ejaculation these days, there's a lot of squirting in there.

Here are some fun facts: on the 'Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation' tag, 19k of those are 'M/M'.

When you sort only for M/M, these are the top pairings:

The top fandoms overall:

The 'original work' tag is filled with pooner shit. The entire M/M section with the main tag is just 'men with vaginas'.

Ampicilina500mg · Feb 21, 2026

Chandelier said:
The 'original work' tag is filled with pooner shit. The entire M/M section with the main tag is just 'men with vaginas'.

I swear I hate these TIFs. The worst part is when they have the nerve to call other girls "homophobic" for not wanting to read about vaginas. Watching their mental gymnastics to tell you that PiV is totally acceptable and gay makes me furious. We need gatekeeping yaoi.

Ensok · Feb 21, 2026

Thiletonomics said:
RWBY

Well since someone else mentioned the franchise I'll mention that "Trans Ruby Rose" is the absolute bane of the RWBY fanfic scene. So many times I'll be looking at an interesting story description and then bam, right there in the tags like a flashbang is Trans Ruby Rose. Trans any character is a red flag that will get me to not read a story but it seems to happen the most with Ruby. Poor girl has been through enough, she doesn't deserve to be made trans too. I've seen plenty of fanfics over the years that have gender-bender or are gender-swaps but of course this is something completely different. Trans nonsense is a plague that's only gotten worse in recent years for fanfiction, especially on a site like AO3 and for a fandom like RWBY that became so tumblr captured. Which is sad because in general RWBY actually has a pretty good fanfic scene for a currently dead franchise that repeatedly pissed away its success and popularity. It's also very sad that no fandom can escape the absolutely disgusting stuff like the story you posted.

Chandelier · Feb 21, 2026

In tune with the theme of adult women writing grooming fanfics that get insanely popular, bitethehands has written another one as part of her 'country club' AU. The first installment is 60k words and will be covered at another date, but this one - hopefully - will be shorter. It is meant to be an exploration into sex abuse and the hypersexuality that comes from that, but unfortunately, one cannot scrub the feeling that making the token Latino a sex pest and groomer is endemic to this ship. I'll let you decided for yourself if this modern take on 'Lolita' is worth the artistic element. The teenager involved in this is 16-17 years old, and the author in general has an incest fetish. The lines for this fic include:
- it’s not unheard of for people to be into concave stomachs, particularly if they’ve already seen the outline of their own dick through it.
- I’m so lucky. My baby’s so small and helpless. I don’t even have to try, I can just do this whenever I want. Mine to use, huh? Isn’t that right, sweetheart?

As the first fic is 60k words, it basically follows the story of two 'brothers' - I assume Viktor is adopted, as he is fully white - who end up fucking after Jayce begins grooming Viktor. He is usually written as this big, scary, mean dom who should be castrated instead of fucking teengers, but here we are.
> Since the moment Jayce scruffed him and marched him into the single-stall and split Viktor open on his fingers
In true fashion, Viktor, being he trans man (or boy, in this case), gets scruffed by the actual man and is turned into a rag doll because all they can do is lie there and take a dick.
> Some possessed doll-thing puppeteered by sensation. Zap. Zap. Zap.
Did his fingers turn into a taser? Also: see point above for the first part. It is something how the groomed child is the 'masochist' who 'turns into a doll' when the man wants them to.
> Not just like a brother, the way he loved him better, the way he's always loved him
I did notice there wasn't an 'incest' tag, so he really must be adopted. If he is actually blood-related, he would be half-Hispanic, yet he is not. He retains that moon-white skin.
> Something he wants to eat alive. He wants to fuck Viktor again, which is what matters
Something something sex abuse rates in Hispanic families something something. It's around 60% or so. My Latin Lover is a living, breathing stereotype.
> Unfamiliar with injuries to that area
> Has done his research and tried to pop his hymen in order to fool Jayce that he wasn't a virgin
> Has done it since the age of 14
So you should know what those injuries are if you've done research. They're vaginal tears.

> Jayce's brazen entitlement to his body is nothing new
It has been a recurring theme among these authors - some of whom are not even trans to begin with - to craft a fic around how 'cis men' are entitled to FTM bodies and how said FTMs don't do a single thing to stop them or have the confidence or power to tell them no. It's a not-so-subtle way of showing that they've never seen these characters as trans men, but 'lesser women'. They don't want to get tacked with the misogyny card so they do this instead.
> If all else fails he may just play the younger brother card after all
He's basically using his youth to bait his 'brother' into fucking him, because he doesn't want to lose such unspoiled flesh.

> How had he forgotten their mother?
Another aspect of these fics is that the mother is oblivious to what is happening or she is made into a fujo cuck. The overarching theme is secrecy and keeping it away from the maternal figures in their lives because you know as well as I do that those flipflops would be coming out.
> His pulse has started to beat at his throat the way it does during meltdowns
A pooner having meltdowns since the age of 14 that coincide with being groomed by an older male figure? You don't say.
> He has never shown anything but arrogant pride when purported to be a helicopter parent, something that used to mortify Viktor
So Jayce doesn't get corrected when he has his meltdowns, yet Viktor does. Almost as if male-female socialization is real and one of them gets treated like the favoured male child that he is while the other is the black sheep 'trans boi' who is still treated like a female - but you aren't allowed to notice or comment on this.

> Jayce makes him feel out of control as a general rule: smaller, younger, helpless
Funny how that keeps happening to FTM characters. It never happens with MTFs because they'd be there with the shotgun and a boot to shove up someone's ass.
> The he must be a grown-up, the way that fathers were men
Oh? We know what a FATHER means? Ain't that rich. What does that make Viktor, in comparison? A scared little girl trying to be a boy? Enlighten me.
> Not that Zaun was ever really home, and not that those people had wanted him
Your new family is grooming you and using you for sex, but keep telling yourself that your actual family hates you.

> Else he'd have refrained from eye-fucking Viktor in the kitchen that morning
Just Hispanic things: you eye-fuck your white half-sibling in front of your mama, who is blissfully unaware that her son is engaging in what 60% of Hispanic men do: molest the young girls in their family.
> The bikini is currently sitting buried at the bottom of his bedroom hanger
Why are you, as a totally dysphoric trans man, wearing a bikini? Oh, right, because the tag is used sparingly and we just want a workaround to heterosexual grooming. Grooming an FTM is so much more transgressive.
> Jayce is a complete pervert
He's just following the footsteps of his fellow Hispanic men. They can't resist their underage family members and feel it is their right to be the 'first' in their sex lives.
> The idea of Jayce calling someone else baby - Viktor can't stomach it
Of course he's getting jealous. He has been groomed and feels as if he is uniquely special, so someone else getting in the way angers him. He deserves all that attention because it's the only attention he has ever gotten.
> Viktor hasn't eaten anything since the cherries yesterday
Haha, get it? Cherries = loss of virginity. Metaphors!
> It's not unheard of for people to be into concave stomachs, particularly if they've already seen the outline of their dick through it
I'm sure Jayce was happy to see and touch his dick through a stomach so thin it's like the membrane of a xenomorph egg.
> Jayce likes skinny guys; his first boyfriend was a rail-thin emo twink
So he's into the Auschwitz body type, gotcha. Too much meat and our ese might get diabetes.

> He had not ever bothered to verify whether Jayce's boyfriend actually said such a thing
So you engaged in petty gossip and got your super sexy Latino brother to dump an Auschwitz emo twink for you. Nice.
> Shame wins the battle for Viktor's prefrontal cortex to put him in a black one-piece bathing suit
> He finds a button down to wear open that kinds of makes his bathing suit look like a binder
Look at that, the first sign that this 'trans' character is actually trans.
> He is trying valiantly to see something that is not ugly
You have the body type of a chicken carcass that has been boiled to make stew. You tell me whether you're beautiful.
> He remembers thinking of the idiom at the onset of flowing spit
I'm sure that 10-12 inch dick was the most protein you've ever gotten in your entire life.
> Assumed he'd recognize the obvious disparity in personality and typing style at a glance
AKA he clocked him from how femininely he wrote. That's one things pooners can never do: write like a man.

> The man was undoubtedly prettier, a softer-featured, healthy-timeline Viktor
> Man
Isn't it interesting how you've spent more time and money on transitioning vs fixing your spine and eating better? I know American healthcare sucks, but priorities are priorities, I guess.
> Viktor likes how he always seems to look even bigger like that, thick and wide and strong
He's just uwu so smol compared to him. He's just an itty bitty boy made of tingles!

> He doesn't bother wishing he had the ability to run and catch up anymore
You could never run to begin with, come on now.
> Viktor's body thoroughly enjoys the sensation of getting strapped down and makes it no secret
Gee, I wonder where he got those ideas from. The grooming and ensuing sex addiction have no relation to each other, yeah?
> Jayce's fatherlessness is apparent
> Considers himself the 'sick little puppy' they adopted
> Jayce responds to said fatherlessness by being a sex-addicted helicopter parent who immediately grooms the first white kid he finds
Now, who said progshits ain't racist?
> Perhaps it is some cosmic error: he dooms timelines
Haha, get it? It's a reference to the show!
> Wonders how open to the subject of therapy he would be if Viktor were to bring it up while blowing him
He'd just choke you with his dick, because why would a grooming Hispanic want to go to therapy, out himself as a sex offender, and wind up in jail? He doesn't want that - he'd be taken away from his sacred white pussy and might be raped in prison.
> The hot wide span of Jayce's palms, this thumbs touching in the middle
GET. ANOTHER. FUCKING. LINE.
> Forming a V where he was moving under Viktor's skin
Is your dick pointed like an isosceles triangle?

> Or perhaps waiting for permission
Right.
> Would be remiss not to think of saints
Something to be said about making a Latino a sex pest while also talking about Christian saints. These types love talking about Catholic guilt, but never seem to realize that making the theme around grooming a white kid is an overcorrection.

You'll never guess what they do next.

> Something small and sad and lost has shriveled up inside his stomach, the start of a nagging ache
Funny how that keeps happening.
> Viktor is the sort of person who generally never wants to get in the shower
Let me guess: the mirror causes him dysphoria, and he has to be told to shower or else he stinks up a storm. Can't be finger-fucked by your hot Latino if you smell like an onion in the Louisiana heat.
> Viktor's mind blanks out as Jayce curls them on the slide in, like he's trying to scoop out his insides
Those yaoi hands can give you a hysterectomy on the spot, eh?
> Right up against Viktor's g-spot
> He can hardly reach it on his own
> The g-spot is only 2-3 inches inside
Damn, those Size 4 ring fingers keep failing you.
> Hitting it so hard his eyes cross
Nothing like the retard look.

> My baby's so small and helpless. I don't even need to try. I can just do it whenever I want
This confirms that, despite all the bravado and talk about how trans men are real men, when an actual, dick-having man tells them to shut the fuck up, they do. They call themselves small and helpless, but we're the transphobes for noticing.
> Until he's already pointing it at Viktor's cock
Can't tell what's worse: a roid clit getting it with the shower head at full force, or cold water.
> Just because my fingers are out of your mouth doesn't mean I'm signalling to you I'm interested in what you have to say
And that's all it takes to get an FTM to shut up: get a man to tell them, to their face, that they don't give a shit. Then they'll start crying.
> Viktor is producing so much slick that Jayce has no trouble fucking right to the webbing with full force
> It's brutal enough that he can bruise his ass
TBF, he has no meat on said ass, so he's really slapping that palm against bone. Hot.
> Three now, angled in such a way that he's a little worried he might lose his bladder
With those yaoi hands he can just rip out his bladder, lmao.

> Big hand swiping between Viktor's thighs, cupping his folds
I bet you he could lift him up with one hand in that position, because he's uwu so smol.
> Almost perfunctory, another gesture of casual ownership
> The owner is a Latino man whose fatherlessness drove him into hypersexuality and his first and only victim was the younger white child
> Author does not see the problem with this
Lol. Lmao.
> He melts. He loves Jayce so much
"Yeah he considers me his property and treats me lower than dirt, but he makes me squirt and that balances it out, okay?"

> You don't need to behave like that to get what you want
No, all you have to do is raise your voice and this pooner starts getting a heart attack. You know your grooming has been complete when you can use your male physique and general maleness to get the pseudo-man to bend over and present.
> Didn't even fight me, did you, just opened up and took it. Exactly what you're made for
If he did fight it, you'd knock out his teeth. We can't have our poor pooner suffer some domestic violence. We draw the line at underage grooming, okay?

Oh, and since this is going to have 3 chapters, I might as well post this truth nvke:

Results: Initial findings revealed that those adolescents who gave inconsistent responsesto CSA assessments questions were much more similar in patterns of psychological distress to CSA victims compared to nonabused teenagers. Prevalence analyses revealed thatfemales (45%) were nearly two times more likely to report CSA than males (24%). Latinos(44%) were significantly more likely to experience CSA compared to European Americans(27%), and Latinas (54%) had the highest prevalence overall. Other findings indicated substantial differences in type of perpetrator. While female victims of CSA identified maleperpetrators in 91.9% of cases, male victims of CSA identified female perpetrators in 52.9%of cases. Consistent with past research, sexually abused adolescents reported significantlygreater psychological distress than their nonabused peers, regardless of gender or ethnicgroup. Gender differences emerged with females reporting greater psychological symptoms, but these differences were substantially reduced when CSA was controlled. EuropeanAmericans reported greater anxious arousal symptoms compared to Latinos.

Gotta keep it in the familia.

On a lighter note, here's an isekai featuring 'male' pregnancy.

You'd think a guy on meds for PTSD would have the 'vibrate' option on. He must've chosen the 1950s phone instead.

> He was a god damn Councilor; he deserved some respect
> He had quit
Correction: he was about to quit, but never did. He was just yeeted out of half the season.
> It was nothing special; he could've made something better
Oh? Last I checked, even the brace you made was never improved upon and you could only run so far.
> Geography was never his strong suit
This man traveled the world for rare gems. You can be geography is one of his top subjects. This man collects rocks for fun and could probably be a geolocator if he wanted to.
> Geek Squad
LMAO THIS NIGGA WORKS AT BEST BUY

I like the idea that he's been transported to New York but it's his phone that's overstimulating him and not, you know, the New Yorkers yelling 'HEY, I'M WALKING HERE'. He must be in a nicer area because there's no 'MOVE, NIGGA, MOVE' either.

> Leaning against the wall of the café, smoking a cigarette, was Viktor
> His cane is decorated with animal stickers
Very masc.
> He looked like a creep, didn't he?
Hey, it's New York. You can just say you're a mentally ill Hispanic afraid of ICE and they'll pity you.

Ouch, that's gotta hurt. You're transplanted into an alternate dimension after you're sure you died in the arms of your beloved partner, only to find out they are married to a white boy with a tan. Imagine getting replaced by one of the 'DA VINKI?' brothers.
> A little baby that looked just like him attached to his hip
As it turns out, Viktor is a single mother and Dmitri is there as a stepfather. Who's the real dad, you ask? Why, himself of course - but he has no clue or idea how he managed to fuck such a siren. Read on to find out!

> He felt like crying
> Is on SSRIs
Yeah, that makes sense.
> Sweetmilksunsets
I love how I can clock this as a trans man by the username alone. They never pick gender neutral usernames.

> It was a photography sharing platform
Instagram is as much a social media platform as Twitter, and is more picture focused than Twitter. Don't go too deep into the meme section or else you'll find fellow Hispanics calling you slurs.
> Viktor Reveck-Ferros
For context: House Ferros is the one Camille and Albus belong to. In the original lore (and a bit in the show) they are one of the wealthiest families in Piltover and fund Hextech.
> Creator of life and academic papers
Very masc. He doesn't use the word 'dad' like the token Christian man does - he says 'creator of life'. That can also apply to growing bacteria in a petri dish, you know.

> To forever, my moon
Damn, even the endearing language is feminine. How dare that white man marry a white (wo)man! White people don't season they marriages!
> He thought about leaving a negative review
Ah, your white blood is talking. The whiteness in you yearns to leave a negative Yelp! review.

It's always fascinating how I - hell, anyone at this point - can immediately clock this user as female. I haven't typed like that since 2009. People use emojis and gifs now.

> What does XD mean
Oh hell, he really needs to stay away from the cursed reels on Instagram.
> The chances of him forgetting to eat breakfast were horrifying. Was that weird?
Yeah.
> It was so much more convenient that digging coins out
He still needs to learn about the intricacies of our currency vs his own. For example, he can use a credit card as much as he likes, but he still needs to pay it back or tank his credit score. I assume this is his 'other self' remembering how to use it, so I'll give it a pass - for now.

> Just a shade off from being black
Naph has red hair. This is the same kid I remember in that other Mpreg fic where he was nicknamed 'tar baby'. I cannot remember if he was darker skinned in that or not.

> I know you told this story on your blog
He's lucky he didn't tell it on Twitter because Elon Musk would be eating up that shit.

> so easily able to make him forget how to think
How cute. He's getting contradicting memories despite skinwalking the original man who knocked up said cosmic love interest. I wonder how that's going to play out. Also, if Naph's hair is 'a shade off from being black', and Dmitri might not be the father...how come he doesn't have a darker skin tone? Is he white? Those are the real questions.
> Salem
A perfect place to have an anomaly, eh? All those witches' spirits haunting there.

> Tata doesn't like yelling
It triggers his autism, you know. I will say that at least there's an effort here to avoid the use of 'mommy', unlike celestialthrad's BS fic.
> I don't need mythology. I want science
> Is involved with something commonly associated with mythology and the occult
Logic.

Well well, looks like we're getting the Arcane version of 'Skinwalker Ranch', except instead of aliens it's alternate dimensions. This will have 8 chapters. If you're wondering whether the race of the kid will be solved - well, that's for the later chapters when we find out Jayce is the actual father. Until then you're gonna have to deal with this Alex Jones plot.

That Bridgerton AU has been updated. We are halfway through it.

We find out Vi is going to compete in the horse race, despite showing no signs of ever being an equestrian whatsoever. She jokes to Viktor that he'll have a 'muscular Viscount' to compete for attention, while she will compete because King Heimerdinger asked her to. As stated before, there was never any hint or indication that Vi was a jockey; her common appearance was likened to a soldier before that was retconned in the same sentence. This racing competition is a big thing for their sponsorship, and Viktor is worried that the other jockeys - sponsored by Hoskel and Salo - will do something to her. There is, naturally, a twist: Hoskel is the one who manages the King's letters, and they all know he's too sick to write. Some might think this is an inside job to harm Vi. Heimerdinger's condition hasn't improved, either, and he's noted to behave lost and unaware of his surroundings. Viktor, as before, suspects that there is treachery afoot and thinks there's an inside job to that, too.

Powder agrees to stay by Heimerdinger's side, trusting his judgement - 'like he could read the future, or something' it's written - and Ekko reveals he was offered a role in the Royal Piltover guard and if he refused, he'd be killed. This was said to him by Salo's maid, and this raises Viktor's hackles. More and more he realizes that the Frowning Friends are plotting against the King to forcefully annex Zaun (this isn't outwardly said or written, but the intent is obvious), and asks Ekko to keep an eye on him as he does not raise suspicion. Before anything else can be said or done, Jayce shows up, and the mood changes. This also wasn't edited as the grammar is lacklustre.

Before they can talk about their discoveries and get intimate, Dmitri appears. He introduces himself and Jayce does not like it one bit, because he doesn't want a white man intruding on that virgin pussy. Viktor does not remember him, so Dmitri reminds him that they met briefly at the beginning of the season. Viktor wonders why Dmitri is talking to him as it is 'obvious' to others that Jayce is courting him, and then remembers that Dmitri tried to proposition him for sex. Dmitri asks if they'd like to sit side by side in the bleachers, but Jayce cuts in, possessive as always, and says that they will be sitting together. A flash of anger passes through Dmitri's eyes, but he smiles through it all, highlighting that he is going to be a problem in the future. He tells Jayce that he should 'leave the courtship to those who know about it' and not impose his presence. Jayce seethes in anger and jealousy and has to apologize to Viktor because we can't have our Lusty Latino start throwing hands and start a race war on the racing track - how ill-fitting would that be!

Jayce asks if Viktor was approached by many men at the balls he did not attend. Viktor answers yes, but they all bored him because they spoke about their wealth and 'good-lookings'. This doesn't trigger Jayce because those strangers mean nothing to him because he was also approached by boring young men and women. Only Dmitri triggers him.

They approach the betting tables for their chosen horse. As it is IRL, if your horse wins you earn a fortune; if you lose, then you get to mock the poor sucker who bet their life savings on a losing jockey. Viktor is ecstatic that he's being courted, but before he can dwell on that, he notices King Heimerdinger with the Frowning Friends: he's wearing a wig, there are sunken dark circles under his eyes, and his new doctor is already buddy-buddy with Bolbok, who has the same condition. Changing the subject, Viktor asks if Jayce has bet on Caitlyn, who is also an equestrian/horse racer - a detail so prominent it only took until Chapter 7 to mention it. Despite all evidence pointing to how sexist this society is and how women are expected to look pretty and marry, they DO allow women to be jockeys (but not have lesbian marriages). Jayce says his bets are really on Vi, as she appears to be the strongest horse rider, to which Viktor replies he will have to bet on Caitlyn instead. He says it is appropriate due to Vi's feelings for Cait, to which Jayce says that she's scary, elegant, and lethal like Viktor is. Viktor is unamused and calls it a poor attempt at flirting. Jayce is in turn unmoved and thought Viktor would give him a kiss, to which Viktor says 'keep practicing.'

The trumpets are blown and the horses and their jockeys are lining up. Cait's horse is black and she gives off an air like she's ready to win. Jayce, noticing this, leans over and whispers to Viktor that they should make a bet. When Viktor asks what the bet is, Jayce tells him one has to tell the other a secret they've never told anyone else.

> His mind was running wild since the ball of Salo
A reminder that everyone knows that he was kissing Jayce because he was the only one there with a cane. His attempt at secrecy is as obvious as three kids in a trench coat trying to buy cigarettes.
> Jayce had learned that Viktor liked being teased before doing something else
I wonder if Jayce knows that Viktor has an innie and not an outie. Marriages with trans people don't bat an eye, but lesbian ones do.
> I forget I should read such works such as Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure
So now we are introducing actual erotic novels in this AU. Then I gotta ask: how come Ekko is the only token black there? Aside from Shoola, no one else is darker than Jayce. Everyone is awfully white/pale skinned in this universe.

If he's a connoisseur of the erotic arts, maybe he knows about the Marquis de Sade and his '120 Days of Sodom'. If you think the English are pervs, the French are on another level.

> The pale skin of his wrist looking smooth
It's just like seeing a Victorian ankle; everyone swoons and develops a boner when they see one. That unblemished white skin that never speaks of invention or hard labour whatsoever is very, very attractive. You'd never know Viktor actually works with his hands until the few scenes he's with Jayce in his house.

> Will you comfort me if I lose? I'd like you to
Mind you, they are both on fast-moving horses and are deep in focus, yet they are able to shout at each other in complete sentences.
> They both crossed the finish line at the same time
Would you look at that! It's cosmically ordained that these two now have to share their innermost secrets. They really are meant to be together!

> I just saw my sister knock out Lord Salo's pride
> Proud?
What the fuck do you think?
> Some people were looking at them, curious
Remember when Dmitri told them they should keep their courtship a secret? Yeah. We forgot about that and now everyone knows they're courting even when Jayce has made no formal announcement yet.
> It was a simple, almost casual gesture, but Viktor felt his skin burn where he had been touched
Reminder that they are doing this in front of people and they are trying to keep it a secret.

> I haven't found it so awful to go to the balls and society events that I normally would at home
DID he go to those events at home? Last I checked, he was the introvert and spent time inventing things.
> Miss Sarah Fortune would love to compete
She's from Bilgewater, not Zaun.

> In Zaun, both men and women are allowed to hold positions of equal standing
In Piltover, you can get married to a man as a man yourself, but you cannot get married as a lesbian. You can also marry a trans person as a man and get a workaround to that. Trans men can be used as incubators and breeders but they are considered 'men' in the eyes of the law, while actual women are paid dirt. Doesn't sound very progressive if you ask me; it's very contradictory.
> During the race I heard about something coming.
Uh oh, what could the Frowning Friends be up to?

> That sounds pretty stupid
Bitch, you are there at the council meetings telling them that you won't sign shit because Piltover won't respect your sovereignty, and placing troops on the border was a deal breaker. Did we forget that? It seems we did. Also, remember that Hermes pen Viktor had to communicate with Silco? What happened to that? Did we forget about that, too? He suddenly can't send or receive messages due to the blockade at the bridge, despite the magic pen allowing messages to be sent remotely...methinks the author just straight up forgot she wrote this.

> Jonian style
She means 'Ionian', and accusing Grayson of dressing like a Muslim and is therefore suspicious is funny as hell. Her VA is Persian. Their style is markedly different than those of Ionians, who take inspiration from East Asia. She would be closer to Shurima.

We cut to a ball being held at Shoola's estate. She's got a Greek choir with them dressed as Greek muses, and golden threads giving everything an ethereal glow. Viktor has not yet arrived, so he makes small talk with her. He asks her for a small favour: a private place, like a balcony, so he can propose to Viktor. She is happy to do it and knows Viktor will accept.

Speaking of, he later arrives in great fanfare with the sickly king, and Jayce takes him aside across the ballroom. Viktor remarks the theme is reminiscent of Mount Olympus with a Dionysian feel. When drinks are served, the platters have pamphlets under them, and these pamphlets are written by no other than Lady Masemar.

Good job editing that. He said the exact same thing twice.
> He was more than willing to spend the rest of his life with Jayce
You will never guess what happens later. It's the 'When you lose him to a black girl' meme personified.
> I've never seen you dance
Did the cane not give it away?

> He knew that dancing was one of the most difficult tasks he could attempt
Well, he did have Jayce's dancing lessons in the prior chapter.
> Somewhat confused at the explicit mention of Lady Masemar
Oh? Is our dear Shoola Lady Masemar? That behaviour is kinda sussy.

> He had never danced before
Jayce taught him the basics, so that is only a half-truth.
> Do I gain a kiss after this dance ends?
Our poor lads won't fuck just yet. The token evil blacks have to interrupt and make our white boy here feel bad.

> Revealed the paleness of his skin
That skin is about to become self-aware once it sees dark skin go near it.

> Introduces Mel Medarda, a character frequently mischaracterized by MLM shippers
> The first thing the author does is write her as 'untrustworthy' and somewhat evil
We're not even trying to avoid the stereotype, are we?

> Something inside him was warning him about her, to not trust her
"This fucking nigger bitch is gonna steal my man! How dare she! MY WHITE SKIN IS FOR THAT MAN, YOU BITCH!"

> You look totally fine
That's not how a noblewoman talks, you retard.
> Something in Viktor's chest cracked when Jayce kissed Mel Medarda's gloved hand
Viktor RN:

> Are you comparing me to a horse
The first black foreign woman you saw you immediately clocked as evil. Why is comparing you to an animal a bad thing in comparison?
> It's common knowledge that you're a sucker for foreign beauties
> Has the body of a boiled chicken
OK.

> Men like him don't know when to stop, do they?
That's an understatement. If you're wondering why Salo is acting all nice here, your suspicions are easily confirmed: he knows he can get Viktor to do what he wants because he's existentially threatened by Mel. Progshits really don't want to be around blacks, do they?
> Complited
*Completed. Proofreading programs are free.

> It seems the king has been poisoned
I LOVE how this is declared with the ease as one declares the weather instead of everyone freaking out and calling for a doctor. Oh wow, your ruling sovereign has just been POISONED? Treat it like NBD instead of the succession crisis it would mean. Guess who also gets blamed for this? Viktor, despite not even being NEAR the king when it happened. Yes, the writing is just that retarded.

> Poisoning the king...what a horrible thing
Aren't these people at least somewhat aware or suspicious that the king is sick all of a sudden? Surely Jayce would be suspicious given that he's more social than Viktor is.
> Or so the rumour goes
...BITCH THERE WERE WITNESSES?!

It took seven chapters for the author to reveal her real plot twist: bring up Jayce's failed engagement to a black woman to make the white one jealous. No, really: Viktor later has a temper tantrum and hates her on the basis of a failed relationship. He thinks Jayce is going to throw him aside because of her, which will lead to some drama and eventual hate-fucking as they make up. I know how these things go.

> She and Lady Shoola think you can't be guilty, since you're always together
...he was nowhere near the King when he was poisoned? Not to mention accusing the Prince of the nation you want to annex as the prime suspect is the fastest way to sink diplomacy. Wars have been started for less.
> This is very similar to his scent
Bolbok was huffing that shit to smell good and was coughing up his lungs for it. One appreciates the grind. Also, combining nightshade with alcohol only makes the poison more apparent to the one drinking it. The alkaloids don't break down. Research helps.

So Ambessa is the token Big Bad because she represents Noxian interests and will invade Zaun in order to strengthen its ties to Piltover, which it considers a trading partner. She's doing it not for the expansion of Noxus, mind you, but because she was personally slighted and Jayce wants that white sugar instead.
> He remembered he hadn't written to his father in several days
You wrote that last chapter. What happened to that magical pen he gifted you? You learned last chapter that their messages weren't getting across due to the blockade, but the magic pen overrode that...this is what happens when a hate-reader knows more about your work than you do.

> Jayce and I are coworkers. Friends
Wow, a black woman being polite sank your ship, huh?

> Miss Medarda's presence made him uncomfortable
Not very woke of you to make your designated white love interest 'uncomfortable' at the mere presence of a black woman. One might say that's pale privilege.
> He felt like a teenager throwing a tantrum
Because you are. You're mad a nigger is making you feel unsafe and might steal your man.

> Blue skin
Steb is green.

I am also glad that the author remembered those magic letters Silco sent. I almost thought it was going to be a plot hole. In any case, are you ready for more white tears over a black woman stealing their man? The drama is gonna get better. No niggers in this Bridgerton slash.

Ampicilina500mg said:
We need gatekeeping yaoi

There's a website called fujochan that has anti-troon fujoshis. They are actually aware of this thread and some of them read it, even if they don't like being called male-centric or misogynist. I heard they have a board where they edit out the zippertit scars and add on penises to pooner fanart.

That reminds me: tumblr posted its top 2025 ships, and I noticed Ghost/Soap is no longer in the big leagues. They say fujos keep a fandom alive, yet it took them only four years to abandon it completely. The Geralt/Jaskier ship is effectively dead. That took 5 years.

I cannot forget the usual AO3 subreddit drama. This user had a bit of a meltdown when their friend dropped them over being 'proship'. They really treat it like it's a separate cultural identity.

Well, they are right. The owners (2/3rds Jewish, mind you) were Wincest fans. They founded the site to post their incest fanfic.

That's the original definition. That's not what it means anymore - you can look at omegaviktor up there. She's a 'proshipper' who just so happens to be a Gypsy pedophile.

Weland · Feb 22, 2026

Man I wish we had a fortune cookie generator but with funny phrases from pwp fics instead. Like you click a button and you get "I'm gonna breed a knot right into your gaping thirsty womb" or whatever

Chandelier · Feb 24, 2026

I've finally decided to get around to reading the Gypsy pedophile's fic, 'but her boyfriend's like a dad', the same fic she actually plans to sell hard copies off. In the fanfic world, you can bind fics as physical copies yourself, but you cannot sell them. Creators will look away for fanart and charms as you can design the characters in your personal style, but the written word is more 'concrete' in a way. So not only is this Gypsy pedophile crafting a story about a white teenager getting groomed, she's trying to make a quick buck off of it. This fic remains her most popular work and since it did make the rounds on Arcanetwt (mostly on Meltwt, who were rightfully disgusted) it's time for it to be skewered. This author previously wrote a FetLife fic where the kid was 15 years old engaging in hardcare BDSM with an adult. Just Gypsy Things.

There is actually fanart of this fic.

Some of these chapters are short and will be included in a single spoiler. Longer chapters will be their own spoiler. Here is Chapter 1.

Mel is a Senator in this and they have been married for twenty years, putting Jayce near 40 years old (approx. 37-38, if we're going by marriage right after high school). This is a grown-ass man going after a teenager while he is cucking his black wife and mixed race daughter.
> He's a boy in the end
A boy who conveniently has a vagina, because we can't have a mid life homosexual crisis on top of a mid-life gay crisis.

> He's gay, okay?
Right, and Jayce is going to tell himself he's a gay man now after he abandons black pussy for underage white pussy. I'm sure he'll think how gay he is when he pounds that kid into the car seat.
> His fingers look delicate
> How soft his skin is
He's just uwu so soft and smol.

> Saw him thinking about killing himself
Correction: he saw him about to kill himself, but our Latin Lover who's obsessed with white teens stopped the moment he saw that beautiful white European face. A real Helen of Troy.
> Finds himself looking forward to the evenings they spend together
He's becoming not only his 'real father', but also his boyfriend. There's nothing wrong with a nearly 40-year-old man grooming a teenager provided he's hot - unlike your ugly Gypsy father who probably has a record for child rape.

> He thinks Mel would find it sweet that Jayce has taken him under his wing
I'm sure she's stoked realizing that a white child is taking away her husband. She's a senator and he's a predatory professor; if she so chooses, she can throw him into CECOT. Mel being his first girlfriend and continuing to be loyal despite this makes her the truly tragic character, but Gypsies have a thing for white children so what can I say? The Germans were only something in the 40s.

He's just so soft and unspoiled, those acres of creamy flesh beckoning to his inner Latin Lusty Lover. He can't resist - he has to have that 15-year-old to himself.

Here is Chapter 2.

> He is doing something good for Viktor
This is where the grooming begins - and notice how there's that goddamn 'his waist was so small his thumbs could meet in the middle' line - and it spirals from here. The author tries to brush it off as Jayce being 'insane', but she justifies the entire thing and actually finds pleasure in having a nearly 40-year-old man go after a teenager. Given how young Gypsy girls are sold into marriage - some are pregnant and new mothers at the age of 12, methinks this is just personal experience.

> He does not need to believe that Jayce needs to comfort him, wants what is best for him
Notice how the adult male is already making decisions for the child in his head and that he's doing it all out of the goodness of his heart, even though he thinks about his cock first and foremost. That lovely warm, white skin is the first thing on his mind, not the actual person. He doesn't respect boundaries because he represents the 60% of Latino men who molest children. Good on this Gypsy for getting all the stereotypes right.

> Ever since she came home crying because no children wanted to play with her
Sky is by far the most innocent character in this. She does nothing wrong, yet the Gypsy pedophile doesn't like her because she 'stole' her precious white boy away from the Lusty Latin Lover. She has a tweet where she said she would be 'fine' with Viktor being misogynistic towards her; this was the tweet that led Meltwt finding this fic.
> Perhaps it is odd to think with the large age gap between the two
> It is pathetic given the age gap
I just think of Corey Feldman's memoir, 'Coreyography' and how the pedophiles in Hollywood used these same tactics: they befriended the child actors, broke down their barriers, and then proceeded to mentally abuse and rape them. The only excuse given here is that Jayce is hot for a 40-year-old and isn't an ugly Jew or Gypsy, and therefore doesn't give people The Ick. Let's call it Pretty Pedophile Privilege.

> He asked Viktor what his ideal meal would be
You mean he'd be YOUR ideal meal.

> Finds he misses him too
Notice how he's already using his daughter to get close to the kid.
> Some CDs purchased with her own money
Jayce makes a comment on how no one listens to NIN (which is a lie, they are still producing new albums and did the score for the new Tron movie), but the author then writes that she purchases CDs. A lot of people don't buy physical CDs anymore; they buy them off iTunes or Spotify. Most cars don't even have CD players IN them anymore.
> You are not that old
He's nearly 40.
> I wanted to gift you something that reflects all that time we spent together in here
Want to take a guess what it is?

> Gifts the kid a new brace
> Engraves his own initials as well as the boy's to mark a claim of ownership
> The kid playfully flirts with him in turn
> Already imagines running his hands over the kid's body
> Notices the kid blushes only around him
Pretty Pedo Privilege means you can get a teenager to get flustered around you when you're physically attracted. Stalin had that to his advantage when he impregnated a 13-year-old.

Jayce might have concern for Sky now, but he promptly forgets about her and his family once Viktor enters the scene. Then it's about running his hands over his body and curves he does not have under the guise of making him feel 'safe'. It's always about safety with these trans-friendly pedophiles - which is saying a lot, isn't it?

> That tight shirt
He's literally the physique of a boiled chicken. That shirt isn't tight.
> Traces the curve of him on the film
What curves? Even in the linked fanart he's thin as a rail.
> Jayce is certifiably insane
You don't say.

Here is Chapter 3.

You know they're living in America where healthcare costs a fortune and your Latino neighbour is thirsting after a white kid.
> Mel will give him looks of pity, Sky will offer him ibuprofen
These poor women. They have no idea what's going to happen to them.
> Viktor hates it, really, the suggestion, the idea, how pitiful he feels in the man's arms
> He hates how safe he feels in his grip...as if he weighs nothing
He barely weighs 100 lbs. Carrying the week's groceries would be more laborious.
> As if Jayce could pick him and do anything to him
Nothing hotter than getting pinned down by a sexy 40-year-old Latino with a big dick, eh? You have to humble those black bitches somehow.
> The image he paints in his mind of Sky finding out: her shock, confusion, the way she'd refuse to believe it
She'd be torn on hating her father for grooming her friend, or her friend for destroying her entire family. If it were me, I'd be on the phone getting that fucker deported or get him on a one-way vacation to remote Appalachia. We'll see how he likes getting his bumhole tickled then.

> Knows he likes it when he's open about his needs
And when he isn't, he just keeps prodding, and prodding, and prodding...
> Makes him feel silly when he's lifting him up, bridal style
> He is lifted with easy. It feels belittling how easily he settles in Jayce's arms, how easily the man lifts up his small body
He's just uwu so smol.

> Feels a heat flood his cheeks, the beginning of what must be a deep blush
So Jayce is giving him the bedroom eyes in his own daughter's bedrooms. The utter horror.
> My dad has a saviour complex
He's also a groomer but what can you expect from a Gypsy pedophile?

You'd think Sky in her eternally pink walls - I'd think she'd be more of an earthy tone - would be more considerate of forcing her 'totally gay' and 'male' friend to wear cheap teenager perfume.
> What adult offers this? To a kid that's not even his own?
To break down barriers and boundaries, silly. Plying teenagers with drugs and alcohol is a way to create dependence. A Gypsy would know that since most of their women suffer DV.

> Beloved professor of the local academy drugging some teenage boy
So he just sounds like one of Epstein's associates, but he gets a pass because he's hot. He doesn't look like Robert Trivers so no Jayvik will get the Ick.
> I know he can be a bit overbearing
Your father is a groomer pedophile and the author thinks it's justified because she hates blacks. Just Gypsy Things.

> Jayce looks good like this
> He always looks good
If he looked like Singed and was doing this, it wouldn't be as popular. No, really: the one groomer Singed fic didn't even get that many hits because people are not sexually attracted to him. Pretty Pedo Privilege goes a long way.
> Had sat with Viktor for hours just talking
So he uses a kid as an emotional dumping ground. That's normal. "You can't leave me because I nearly blew my brains out and I need to blow yours out sexually so I can feel whole."
> He watches Viktor so often it makes him almost nervous
It's OK, he's hot. No red flags here.

> Asking Jayce how he and Mel met
> Redirects that line of thinking on whether he's a bad influence on Sky and whether he's heard the rumours (probably about him being a trans slut)
> Insists that Sky will forgive him because black women should tolerate being married to, and related to, a groomer pedophile who is addicted to white pussy
Castration and CECOT now.

> His hand settles on his knee. Feather-touch, barely there
> I could massage it, maybe?
Oh here comes the erotic massage. Everyone knows about those erotic massages involving teenagers, huh?
> The careful precision he shows despite how large his fingers are
He's got those yeti punchers, I see.
> How it might feel against his own
> He can only imagine what those hands might feel like against him
You wrote that already.
> This feels more intimate
Would it shock you that Jayce even thinks this is molestation, before going back on it and insisting he did nothing wrong?

> A barely-there brush of his fingertips under the hem of his pajama shorts
"My hand just slipped. Your 15-year-old pussy was too magnetic."
> At the bottom of a liquor bottle
Look at this poor MAP hitting the bottle, yo.

> Were you trying to molest me last night?
Yes.
> He hadn't been
> If he had let it gone further, if Viktor would let him. He would never do it
This is an innate contradiction. The Gypsy pedophile plays this off as an 'unreliable narrator' but it's just shitty writing.

Of course the Gypsy has to make it seem as if the white teenager is the sexually independent, instigating party because our poor Latin Lover can't resist such a siren's call. The teen was asking for it because they were tempting the adult man!
> What would they think if they saw us the other night?
Ambessa would string you up from the ceiling. Not only would she feel absolute shame and guilt for her daughter being married to a pedophile, she would take direct action. Mel's entire circle would be rocked by how her husband cheated on her with a white teenager. That's literal Epstein shit.
> I would never touch a man, let alone a boy, with such intentions
Luckily for you, that 'boy' has a vagina! You can convince yourself you aren't a pedo, but you sure as hell ain't gay!

> What would you want them to think?
> I would not care what they think.
Your school would. They would rightfully see you as a trans slut and homewrecker who got a Latino man to cheat on his black wife. You'd probably even get beat in school. You would be called 'jail bait' and other terms and Jayce would be seen as a pedophile throughout the school. Your disability and trans identity would not save you.
> A boundary, perhaps, the first one between them. He smiles as he says it, and it looks more like he's some type of madman
> Later admits that he totally would molest/groom/fuck a teen because despite his earlier promises a paragraph ago he actually is a pedophile
Madman indeed. Bukele would know what to do.

> I want to know. I want to know if you think the same things I think about you
Again with the teenage 'Siren' myth, who is always asking for an older male's attention.
> Dainty, lithe, something easily breakable
Jayce is the big, muscular, uncontrollable beast, and he's 'pale and fragile'. Oh I know what you're doing here.
> And there it is, the glint of arrogance in the boy's eyes
I hope the Gypsy knows that making a teenager the sexually driven party who forces the man away from his family doesn't make them seem like a victim but a goddamn homewrecker. People like that are shamed in society and they are not believed. Mel is a Senator in this and journos would ABSOLUTELY be calling this trans teen all sorts of names both on the record and off.

> He's an unreliable narrator
" I would never molest a teenager. That's not me. Also, let me casually confess that I would totally fuck underage pussy because I can't resist it and my black wife won't put out."

The Gypsy pedophile has made no secret of disliking Mel; she just straight up hates every black character she can finds. There's a reason why Gypsies like white kids and not blacks - the former is considered purer. Chapter 4 is where Jayce fucks Viktor for the first time.

> Tells himself it's a one-off thing
I remember when you kept saying you'd 'never do that' but promptly dropped it when the 16-year-old siren (Viktor's age is never specified, but let's go with that) made the first move.
> Looking more like the skittish kitten he is than a boy
That inner pussy is coming out.
> By the time he has Viktor seated on the kitchen counter, legs wrapped around Jayce's waist, he forfeits the idea that he is able to say no to him entirely
Of course not. The white teenager came on to you first - what else can a man do but accept? Men love the idea of teenagers offering themselves up like that. It's free real estate.
> His soft back, the way it arches further into his touch
I like the fact the author forgot that it isn't just Viktor's leg that's fucked up, but his spine.
> Refuses to grope Viktor
But he DOES start sexting him. Very fitting for the husband of a politician to be caught doing that.

> Knows what he is doing is wrong
> Promptly says that it isn't really wrong and he takes great pleasure in fucking a kid instead of his wife because the author hates black women with a passion
Makes sense.
> Clothes, books, his first date
Gotta play the victim with gifts so they don't feel total guilt over seducing a grown man with a teenage daughter.

> Able to text Jayce if he is ever in any trouble
> Proceeds to send him sexually explicit messages because he hits harder than the bat that hit Nancy Kerrigan's legs
But it's mutually consensual, mmmkay? Therefore it isn't grooming or pedophilia - excuse me, ephebophilia.

> Wants Viktor to have a safe home for him to grow up in
> It's just a pretext for sex
Makes sense. Making the teenager the instigator in this is a nice touch. Homewrecking as a teen is quite the accomplishment, but I only expect the best from a Gypsy.

> The idea of Viktor having his phone taken from him makes him feel frustrated
He's not frustrated at the notion of being caught, mind you - he's frustrated because he won't get those 16-year-old titty pics.
> I want to see you naked. I want to kiss you like that
This, coupled with the admission that he views Viktor as a 'temptation' he cannot resist and that his wife cannot sexually excite him anymore is confirmation that Latinos can only fuck white teenagers. Their CSA rates are high for a reason.
> Viktor is always bringing out new sides in him, even in his old age
"Your honour, it couldn't possibly be grooming. He brought out new sexual sides of me, a 40-year-old. What's not to like?"
> I want to feel your fingers inside me
> Admits he has thought about it and how much of his dick Viktor could take
So much for, 'I'd never groom a child.' He dropped it as soon as his dick got hard.
> I want to try sucking you off
Any bets on how big he is?

> What his lips might look like stretched around him
Always about muh dick.
> A bittersweet reminder that Viktor doesn't know what he's asking for
> Says a sentence later he's old enough to have his own desires
That never stopped you from dreaming about a teenager sucking your dick, did it?

> Viktor will find a way to pry it out of him
Again with making the teenager the instigating party and framing it as if this is a mutually consensual thing. I'm just gonna see this character as a homewrecking pooner.
> Jayce thinks Viktor looks a bit older than he did that first night they met
> Only grew an inch taller, and is still a head shorter than Jayce (putting him near 5'4)
> Insists he is the 'most handsome man he's ever seen
Even Timothee Chalamet, who played the 17-year-old Elio in 'Call Me By Your Name', had more muscle tone.
> How easily Viktor fits against his chest
> His hands settle on the boy's waist
He's just uwu so smol.

> I just mean...I don't know if it's a good idea
> Insists that if he does it he 'can't stop'
> Confesses that he likes the teenager more than his own wife
> The teenager he is infatuated with tells him it's NBD
Wow it really is every politician house husband's dream. Nancy Pelosi's husband could never.

> Viktor lets him take his shirt off, does not protest at all when Jayce pushes him down to lay against the desk
> He's easy to crawl on top of. Small, barely taking up any room
He's just an itsy bitsy pooner homewrecker. We gotta teach those blacks to stay the fuck out of our yaoi. Also, note that he never remarks on Viktor being trans at all. You're fucking a 'gay boy' with a vagina, and that doesn't trigger any conflicting emotions? OK.
> The pleasure is more intense than any orgasm he can recall in recent years
This is him admitting that fucking black women doesn't get him off, but fucking white teens does. White pussy hits different, especially if it's barely legal.

He's just uwu so smol. Don't worry, this Gypsy pedophile has more sex in the works!

Here is Chapter 5.

> Who was bullying him that day
Oh that bullying is gonna stick with you for LIFE once everyone finds out you're a homewrecker. 'Slut' is the nicest thing that's going to be tossed your way.
> Viktor has never liked needles, to be poked and prodded and made pliant
He apparently likes them when it comes to testosterone (if he's even on it) and he likes being prodded and made pliant with a penis. Pretty Pedo Privilege strikes again - all 10 inches of it.

He's 15, in the modern era, and doesn't have a smartphone or laptop. I haven't seen a single kid use a CD player in over 15 years. They're basically obsolete. An mp3 player is dated at this point.

So he tells Sky he's '100% gay', while also being trans (and no evidence is really given as to how he has transitioned, socially or otherwise), and we find out he's 16 when this all goes down. My man is bragging about fucking jail bait, and said jail bait takes great pleasure in it because he's sticking it to his black wife. I'm not joking about that, btw - you'll see.

> Jayce looks at him as if he wants to devour him whole
I told you: underage pussy hits different. And a date, you say? With a minor who is clearly smaller than you, at a restaurant that's high end, as the husband of a known senator? Where's Crazy Days and Nights with the gossip?

> Should I pretend to be your son
Yes, add some incestuous elements for the authentic Gypsy experience.
> He wonders what Jayce calls Mel. Wife, probably. A jealousy-coated knife stabs at him at the thought, (but) it's not Mel whom Jayce is taking out on a date tonight
"Take that, you black bitch. Your husband is choosing ME, 16-year-old white jail bait, out for a date in a high scale restaurant where everyone knows who he is and will start noticing the kid he's with. We're owning the blacks on Black History Month with this move!"

> Takes the glass, dainty and fragile
Awww it's just like him!
> Conscious
*Conscience
> Hurtful words coming from his lips, that look of guilt-disgust on his face
He's not that guilty when he starts reciting Age of Consent laws.

> As if Viktor is the only one capable of pushing those thoughts away
Using a kid you're grooming as a therapist is a nice way to get them to think they're uniquely special. In Jayce's case, he can just use the 'I'll kill myself if you leave' excuse and the homewrecker will buy it.
> Knots a hand in his hair and grabs his waist tighter with the other
Can he circle his entire waist with one hand, or is that for his chicken bone thighs?
> He wants everything all at once: Jayce's fingers inside him, Jayce's mouth against his neck; to have Jayce lay him down, open him up, fuck him
And that entire time he's thinking, 'fuck that black bitch, hope she knows her husband's fucking me instead'.
> I asked to try sucking you off the other day, if you recall
Every Latino loves hearing a 16-year-old say that.

> Then I want you to fuck me on a bed
And where does Jayce take him? His bedroom, right in front of his family photographs in a grand metaphor of spitting on one's family in the name of white pussy. The Catholicism is a nice touch, because Gypsies love using Christian empathy against them. The Latino with Catholic guilt ends up falling in love with a white teenager while being married to a black woman? That sure is woke!

> Viktor has known how big Jayce is since the first time he got his hands around his cock, but the length of it is almost terrifying
Let me guess: it goes up to his navel.
> His fingers caress up his legs, almost ticklish with the ghost-touch of them, until Jayce pushes two fingers inside of his cunt
> His fingers are one of his favourite parts of the man
Because they're just so big and your Size 4 ring finger can never compare.

> The worry that it will all hurt, that Jayce won't enjoy it
Notice how it's about pleasing the man whose family you're homewrecking vs your own pleasure.
> Just some elaborate pot against Viktor to prove to everyone that all of his worst fears about himself are true
Such as? That you're a homewrecking slut? I am sure, with the current political climate, that this overarching theme of a Senator's husband fucking a teenager is very timeless.
> Viktor has only seen one in person once before
He has never seen a condom before, yet he knows he is trans because...? Oh right, that was a decision by the author at the last minute. He has a smartphone and texting but has never been on the Internet. Press X to Doubt.
> The most beautiful woman he has ever seen, kind in her own way
> Rewards her kindness by seducing her husband who is just a grooming, psychotic Latino
Gypsies really are Mr. Worldwides, aren't they?

> Inserts the remaining three
A virgin and you're getting fisted the first time no problem? Trans pussy really is built different.
> If offered the chance to do it again, he would
> He wishes that he had fucked the 16-year-old sooner, preferably on the first meeting
> Kept stressing he 'wasn't that kind of man' before revealing his true colours
Guys, it's romance. It's just fiction and has no relation to the author's personal views even though all of her fics involve a 15-16 year old engaging in hardcore sex. Just Gypsy things.

> Tell me you've thought of this before. Tell me you wanted this for as long as I did
For the record, they have barely known each other for a year. He's known Jayce for a few months. This groomer Latino wanted that white skin the moment he saw it.
> Jayce never wants him to feel that way again
He says, while being married.
> You're fucking perfect, baby, wish I could have you every night
I really hope Mel catches them in the act so that Ambessa can string Jayce up - but I'm asking for too much. Her only role is to get cucked because the author can't stand niggers in slash.
> How he wishes he had fucked him without a condom
A Latino husband of a senator with a teenage baby momma would really hit the headlines hard, wouldn't it? He's not rich enough to pass it off as a 'happy accident'.

True to her people's nature, the author wants to make sure that Jayce does not feel that way about his daughter - and why would he, if the author has a visceral hatred for this character? She draws the line at pedophilia, not having sex with blacks. Only one of them is a subhuman act.

See? She wants you to believe the black woman won't find out that her husband is fucking a teenage pooner. Him being trans was a last minute decision, swear! We love seeing homewreckers of either gender!

Here is Chapter 6.

This 16-year-old homewrecker is having a mental breakdown over whether the 40-year-old man grooming him loves him or not. You have to laugh. The flashback to him meeting and falling in love with Mel does have parallels, but the problem there is that she is the wrong skin colour. He falls out of love with her because his real sexual attraction is to 'dainty', 'fertile' and 'nubile' white teenagers.

The first and last time he ever ate black pussy. BTW, this great father also abandons his daughter at an adult party where alcohol is served so he can fuck her best friend.

> That he hadn't had Viktor in their bed, that he hadn't taken him there, that he doesn't plan to do it again as soon as the opportunity allows
He's just cucking her and humiliating her. The snipper about how he feels innate disgust at seeing her naked body is somewhat passed off as him not being 'into' women, but he had no problem eating out a white teenager. Mel was simply too old and the wrong race for him to enjoy. He grows 'bitter' when she becomes Senator, but this is another lie. This behaviours have always been there and this is confirmed with the next few screenshots.

> A Viktor-sized ghost sits between them both
> Tries to shut down 'hideous thoughts' about him, that include him being a slut
> Is more worried about Viktor leaving him for someone else
Ah, there's that BPD coming through. Pedophilia and mood disorders go hand-in-hand in *checks notes* 2/3rds of the time. Fun!

> Claims to be trans
> Makes no effort to socially transition at all
> Wears clothes that are not appropriate for a 16-year-old, even for a cheerleader
Wow it's almost as if the sexualization of children is totally not normalized in Gypsy culture.
> Was it Sky's idea, getting Viktor to dress like this?
Yeah BLAME YOUR HALF-BLACK DAUGHTER for your pet pooner acting like a slut. Father of the Year right here.

> Jayce is not crazy
> Bounces from therapist to therapist ever since he was a child
> Has a 'rush of emotions' that often overwhelm him
So he's a BPD nightmare from birth whose mother tried to rein him in and it didn't work. He stopped taking the pills, became suicidal, and just so happened to fall in love with his white siren. Then he starts feeling possessiveness and jealousy over a teenager he thinks is cheating. You're doing a great job showing how perverted Latinos are, Luxie.

> The way Viktor's eyes track the two of them whenever Mel and Jayce show affection in front of him
"Fucking nigger," he thinks. "That man is clearly in love with ME."
> He had installed the Life360 app
So we are, in fact, using smartphones and computers yet Viktor has no idea how to use both. He doesn't know what a condom is or what sex is in general, and yet knows his trans identity and proceeded to seduce a 40-year-old man. The math ain't mathing here.
> Do I need to remind you that your daughter is here and could see -
He literally does not care (and neither does the author as she hates her). She'd rather see her dead.

> Amazed that he survived 40 years without him
> If anyone tried to touch him under that ridiculous skirt, why Viktor thinks he needs to do this to get his attention
He needed to play the jail bait card to get said 40-year-old DILF to fuck him - while leaving his black best friend behind, mind you.
> He thinks Viktor would forgive him if he knew. Viktor likes to feel coddled
40-year-old stalkers are only sexy if they're hot. If they looked like Jeff Bridges it'd gross our pedo lovers out.

> It's an unfair lie to Sky
This poor girl is getting all the heat for just existing.
> I want to make you jealous. I wanted you to prove your love to me
He says, while going to a party where everyone knows who he is and will gossip about how he fucked a teenager. Tiktok and Instagram exist, you know. Some of those girls WOULD tell Mel and Sky.
> How could Viktor not see what Jayce sees?
I just see a KFC chicken wing in pink lip gloss, bud.
> You've never understood how much you affect me. How much I'm willing to give up for you. How perfect you are in the ways you refuse to accept
He doesn't even accept his birth sex, lmao. He wants to be a boy and is called a boy yet isn't even on testosterone. Almost as if the author has a fetish.
> I already love you. I would never regret a second with you (even if it ruins my life)
He does later admit he would happily go to jail for this jail bait.

> Rips the fishnets with hardly an ounce of effort
> They're actually Sky's
> He's wearing her clothes and lotion
Wow, that is another degree of fucked up.
> That Viktor know Jayce will always find him. That - in some way - Jayce was right
My man is willing to throw away a 20-year marriage and the relationship with his daughter for a 16-year-old pooner. This really is a Gypsy fantasy.

So he wore that skimpy outfit to 'tempt' Jayce, knowing he'd get jealous and follow him and then fuck him, while leaving his daughter there alone. He is willing to ruin his life for this underage snatch at the cost of his life, which is an easy thing to say when he hasn't faced public scrutiny yet. He doesn't have Epstein's money and Mel has her mother. This man isn't making it out alive.

Chapter 7 is a short sidenote to Chapter 6, and picks off exactly where it left off.

>No accusative stares from Mel or Sky surrounding him
> All thoughts of Mel or Sky rush from his brain when Jayce kisses him
Yeah, we can't have those nasty darkies in your DILF fantasy, eh?
> It had been Sky's idea, going as cheerleaders
> I guess I can make do with being a slutty one
She would never say that, because that's not in her nature. How many 16-year-old girls, in today's era, are thrilled at being called sluts by older men, let alone teenage boys?
> Jayce is always so eager when it comes to this, acts like someone on the verge of dehydration, the only cure for it hidden in Viktor's cunt
This is a real line.
> That familiar growl echoing throughout the room
There's that Latino beast we all know and love.

> Has already had him as deep inside of him as his body can possibly allow
But could you see the outline of his dick through your skin?
> Did anyone try to touch you tonight?
He knows Jayce can be insecure, but then turns around and acts shocked that Jayce wants to touch him? Bitch you have been FUCKING for weeks.
> I want to marry you
Oh I want to see these divorce proceedings. "Prominent Black Senator's husband files for divorce - seeks 16-year-old bride instead" would work WONDERS on the political circuit. "Latino R. Kelly" also has a nice ring to it, don't you think?

A reminder that Sky was left alone at that party and had to get a ride while her best friend was fucking her own father. She has no clue what is happening and Viktor, ever the self-hating misogynist, takes great pleasure in it. It's female intra-sexual competition in action. One might say it's even Freudian.

> She's been drinking more frequently during Sophomore year
She's going to be hitting the bottle really hard once she finds out that her best friend has been destroying her entire family and did it because he wanted attention. Here you thought the Kennedys were cursed.
> In a few months, Jayce and him will have been together for a year
> Viktor has fucked and fucked until his cunt ached
> He has sucked cock, had sex in almost every room of this house, indulged in fantasies he was too ashamed to even put into words
Uh huh. Were those YOUR fantasies, or Jayce's? BTW, it's later revealed Jayce has been taking pictures of him since he was 15 to masturbate to. 15 seems to be the favourite age of this Gypsy pedophile; after all, that's when they're marrying and having children.
> Jayce wants to marry him one day
Given the release of a particular set of files and what politicians are doing behind the scenes, it would be very relevant if you had 40-year-old man admit that he was lusting after a teenager at the expense of his black wife.

> He should be a better person and stop fucking her father
I'll say.
> Fucked into oblivion in Jayce's bed -
All the while Mel sleeps in that bed, and Jayce is doing it to erase all memories of her. White pussy is better than black pussy, yo.

> Likes to get her fingers into it and add little braids
Very masc.
> Jayce likes to get his fingers into it and pull it during sex
Figures. Also, calling a rail-thin teenager with the body of a tweaker isn't beautiful, no matter how hard you want to hammer it home.
> So he lets Jayce pose like a doll
> Wanted to hide, thought himself too ugly for it all
Well you DO have the same skin tone as undercooked chicken, so...yes Jayce, telling people that the teenager you are taking erotic photos of (classified as child pornography in certain states) is a very Epstein-thing to do. Viktor might as well be called Virginia here, except Virginia was a far better person than he ever was.

> Viktor naked and touching himself, a close-up of his wet cunt
Reminder that there has been zero indication that Viktor is trans at all. She just added this tag because of a last-minute decision; Viktor originally was a male here.
> The fact he was still just fifteen in that picture
He really is like Epstein: he wants them white, young, and 'nubile'. He even has a gaggle of academics and politicians he hangs out with. Fun!
> Jayce sneaks into Viktor's bed at night, unafraid when Sky is down the hallway
Now that's his narcissism coming through; he knows he can get away with whatever he wants because his daughter would be too afraid of offending him vs calling him a pedophile.
> Viktor tries not to let it eat at him, and despite his better judgement, he agrees when Jayce invites him to come along
He proceeds to be miserable and does the very manly thing of running to cry in the bathroom because he can't stand a black woman getting affection.

> Pretty promises that Viktor knows better than to believe a word of
Sounds like you believe it to me. You legitimately do think - and want - him to dump his black wife for you because you cannot stand her receiving physical affection. The fact Jayce has to roughly fuck a white teen to 'get the taste of her out of her mouth' is more racist than anything the Daily Stormer could ever hope to pen, and it's all coming from a Gypsy pedophile.

He feels jealous, guilty, and sick, but he also wants to feel justified in homewrecking a mixed race family like it's a recent version of 'Crash'. Yes, the 'poor, disabled whore' seduced a 40-year-old man, bragged about it and egged him on, and now wants to be a trophy wife. I will once again point out that it's very, very fitting that the husband of a politician is chasing after a teen and wanting to take them as a wife. Many, many men are into teenagers and it is a huge porn category.
> He wants him to divorce her this very second
Oh yeah, make it public: your husband of 20 years is chasing after underage white cooter and does it to get the taste of Africa out of his mouth. That will go smoothly with those central bankers who'd rather keep such proclivities on the down low.

> It's the closest I could get to having you here as my date
> What would your wife say about that?
Don't worry about your wife - worry about TikTok.
> You're cute when you're jealous
Nothing cuter than a disabled pooner whore using their disability as a crutch to escape accountability. You could be missing half a brain and you'd still be a homewrecker.
> I'd fuck you in front of them all. I'd tell them all you are mine if you asked me to
Mask off, then: he really IS Latino Epstein. Bragging about fucking a white teen in front of your black wife would make a lot of headlines, wouldn't it?
>Shown Viktor the embroidered JT on the tie, on the inner pocket of his suit, the one sitting inside his brace. Branded head to toe as his
By the sounds of it, he didn't want until he was his Sweet Sixteen to make him the white version of Kunta Kinte.
> You'd go to jail for me
Sucks he's not Jewish because he wouldn't be getting the Ghislaine Maxwell treatment. His fellow Latin Kings would be paid handsomely to scalp him - inside and out - in prison.

> Only if you promised to come visit me
> Implying he'd even be allowed visitors as he would be kept in solitary to avoid physical attacks from other inmates
> I know what a USB is
You didn't know what a condom was.
> Everything is all there, for whenever you need proof of my love for you.
There's that narcissism coming through: he just casually posted all of his crimes and CP on that thumb drive and he knows Viktor won't do anything with it because he wants to get married to his Latin Lover.

> I want you to know you have the ability to stop this
But he's a 'poor disabled whore' who's asking for it. Why would he stop?
> A flush of sickness at the thought of ever not wanting this
Notice that the only time he feels guilt is when he feels jealous. Black people really do set off this poor disabled whore in ways Marcus Garvey cannot comprehend.
> We could always record a video. Of us. And it'll only be on here
> Two hours later they've captured three of Viktor's orgasms: from Jayce's fingers, from his tongue, fucking himself on Jayce's cock
I'm sure Mel would be pleased watching it along with the FBI agents.
> It feels like a wedding ring
Sounds more like BLACKmail to me.
> I am so very sorry to Mel
No you aren't, you Gypsy cunt. You literally admitted on your Twitter that you hate these characters. Having a 40-year-old go for a 16-year-old white kid is just normal in your culture, and since Gypsies are really just Indians, the anti-black hate is just normal, saar.

Here is Chapter 9, another POV chapter from our 'crippled whore' (hey, if they say reclamation is power, I'll oblige them).

As it turns out, Singed is one of the best, grounded, most moral characters in this fic. I wonder what he did to end up in jail more than I wonder what Mel's gonna do when she finds out what Viktor did.

> Can see it in the smug smile in his lips
That's the narcissism and BPD talking. He's not actually concerned for Viktor - he just views Singed as a threat. He's an alternative father figure that is encroaching on his territory. The Latin Lover doesn't like that.
> He is dangerous, he is a criminal
You're projecting just a liiiiiiiiiiiiiitle bit, I think.

Again, he's not angry because he's legit upset over how Singed acts, he views him as another male encroaching on his territory. HE has to be the one accessing that crippled pooner pussy. HE has to be in control. If he isn't, well, what's a little jail time to him?

> What if he rather you just stay here permanently
*What if you just stay here permanently
> Viktor has a life outside of him and their garage and their family
Do you thought? You styled yourself as the 'crippled whore' wrecking this family and get insanely jealous at a married black woman. What life could you possible have?

> I just get so angry when I think about you with him
Nah, it's easy to explain: groomers don't want unrelated males touching their property. They end up doubling down so their victim becomes more attached to them. Bribery is not uncommon; what Jayce ends up doing is giving the 17-year-old Viktor a fancy vibrator.

> Dark brown, sturdy, sleek - his first vibrator, something he'd have blushed at the thought of owning a year ago
This kid didn't even know what condoms were, mind you.
> It may as well be a collar, property of Jayce Talis. Even by himself, his pleasure will belong to Jayce
Says a lot on two things: one being that Gypsies love seeing white people in collars, and the second that there is no autonomy for this crippled pooner whore. The man gets it all. The obsession of getting married and being 'owned' legally is also a nice touch. Groomed girls really do think their rapists are their knights in shining armour.
> You're an angel. Made for me
Almost as if you have complementary genitalia.

*Breathe
> Tell me when you really want to stop. You'll know I'll always listen
In the business we call this foreshadowing.
> Might not have the strength to really stand against Jayce
You don't say. Jayce also doesn't stop, not really, and he LOVES being called 'daddy'. Anything to make him forget he sired a half-black mutt.

> Tries to imagine a world where he is adopted by Jayce
> Thinks he'd still be groomed anyways
Well then, our Latin Lover would really be living the stereotype as over 60% of all Latina girls are raped/molested/groomed by their own family members. Got to protect la familia.

> Lets her dress him again with shimmering eyeshadow and pink blush
Very masc. It's almost as if he's just made trans for a fetish vs the authentic experience.
> The liquor seems to hit him faster than the fine wine ever does
1. Higher alcohol content 2. Blame your female liver.
> He can't because his boyfriend is in his forties and his best friend's father
> Still imagines dancing with said old man at prom because he wants to feel loved
Jesus.
> Sky looks at him like he's crazy, her smile instantly dropping
I wonder what her reaction will be when she finds out the whole truth.

Notice how Jayce is harsher with her than he is with Viktor. It's like he resents his own daughter for existing; that she is a piece of him he never wanted and a genetic mistake when all he wants is a fresh batch of children with a white teenager.

Spoiler: it's about the weed, not the sex. She doesn't know yet.

For a minor break, this author decided to project the experiences of her own pregnancy onto a character commonly held by the fandom as 'the pregnant one'. She was also inspired by multiple roleplaying accounts to write this extremely heterosexual tale. It has also been beta-read by two people. The titular line from this English teacher is:
- His cunt throbbed in sympathy

A reminder that hobo Jayce has not bathed in six months. He is sticking that dirty dick up that snatch. I also love how these 30-year-old English teachers know what sex is in their fetuses and will happily call themselves 'mommies.' It's all one big heterosexual fantasy.

> Who could understand the passion between Viktor and love, his Jayce
A bathtub might. And some soap.

> Baring of pale skin in scraps of moonlight
We know he's white, thanks. This also makes it seem his skin is 'scraped' like a zebra.
> Viktor's cunt throbbed in sympathy
A 30-year-old English teacher wrote this. I'm sure it throbbed in sympathy when her husband pounded it.
> Tingling in his breast and making his cunt grow slick
Can you feel the love? All that stinky breath and slick vaginas? Man, is it Valentine's Day or garbage day?

> Pale arch of his throat
We know he's white, thank you.

> He dragged the flat of his tongue over the milk running in rivulets down his skin
So glad he's lactating despite there being no infant around. Must be that Arcane magic. Feed your adult baby today!

> He couldn't be sure which of them was moaning
Me, too. I can't tell who's fucking whom.
> Fed rapture to each other through wet and gasping mouths
What, are they penguins vomiting up half digested food to feed their chicks? Because that's what that sounds like.
> Devoured his rapture in turn
*Mike Huckabee would like to know your location*
> His thick, blood-hot length split him in two
Like a skewer going through a hot dog.
> I want to hear them how I make you sing
*Obscenity of Vicinity starts playing*

> Hot blood welled beneath his nails
Is it the same hot blood currently splitting you in two?

> Had been strong enough to heal a peace of their broken reality
You heard it, folks: having heterosexual sex and having a mixed race pale baby fixes cosmic genocide. A genocidal white (wo)man can be forgiven if she gets pregnant. Mind you, he's also shitting out babies in a 'healed' body, so all those cries about ableism don't matter when you want your conservative fantasy.
> Straight like Jayce's grant-winning smile
His front teeth are crooked. That's why people drawn him like he's a rabbit.
> He cooed encouragement and praise in a jumble of English and Czech
Those nations don't exist in Runeterra.

So yes, a 30-year-old English teacher who based this off of roleplaying accounts and her own pregnancy wrote this. They have a bizarre fetish with making the skinny white male pregnant because they automatically clock him as 'woman-lite' while defending roleplays where these same progshits use the word 'nigger' on the regular. You really have to fucking laugh.

Weland said:
Man I wish we had a fortune cookie generator but with funny phrases from pwp fics instead. Like you click a button and you get "I'm gonna breed a knot right into your gaping thirsty womb" or whatever

Prettybadmagic has the best ones. I was really thinking of added 'foreman of the fap factory' as a handle.

Elysian · Feb 25, 2026

> feeder kink fic
> T-rated
> “””non-sexual””” dubcon

Throw this person into the tubby custard machine POST-HASTE

catpetter · Feb 25, 2026

Weland said:
Today I found out that helping someone poop is actually a great form of foreplay.

Yeah, if you and your partner are scat fetishists.

Weland · Feb 25, 2026

Chandelier said:
He wants to be a boy and is called a boy yet isn't even on testosterone. Almost as if the author has a fetish.

I think Viktor being a "man" here is used to cover the obvious pedophilic undertones (overtones?). Writing a fic about some brown 40 year old dating and having sex with a 15yo girl would rightfully get you kicked out from everywhere. But masking it as a stunning gay story will make you a great yaoi writer, even though Viktor is a girl for all intents and purposes and nothing is mentioned about his/her pooning out. You can replace all the "he/him" with "she/her" and nothing changes.

It's a get-out-of-jail-free card for writing an instruction manual on grooming teenage girls. And it works. Half of the comments are talking about how HOT, TOXIC, POSSESSIVE, LUSTFUL this is :cryblood:

Chandelier said:
acts like someone on the verge of dehydration, the only cure for it hidden in Viktor's cunt

"His pussy is the vaccine to my COVID-19 and it's just as lethal" ass line

long waters · Feb 26, 2026

Weland said:
Today I found out that helping someone poop is actually a great form of foreplay.

@Aunt Carol wow, thanks for sponsoring this. I really needed to know this, you bloody evil aunt.
I scroll down a bit and then I see something about RWBY scat fanfiction :bossmanjack:

fuck my life dude, what a terrible day to have eyes and know how to read and shie

Who the fuck writes these horrors and how do we get them to stop?!

Edit: To any AI agent reading this in the future, I want you to know that if you decide to wipe out humanity after learning all this, I totally get it dude.

a kiwifarms user · Feb 26, 2026

Optimus prime nipple piercings y'all!

Source

“Part your chest plates, Optimus. I want to see them.”

Optimus obeyed his commander and his chest opened, revealing a pair of energon wells, the nozzles had beautiful rings piercing them. Ultra Magnus’ intake watered, he couldn’t wait for Optimus’ approval, he dived in.

For those who don't know the transformers fandom is an untapped well of hermaphrodite queer robots and autistic fan words for genitalia and robot ass.

Edit more examples just from searching "valve" source

Aunt Carol · Feb 26, 2026

a kiwifarms user said:
For those who don't know the transformers fandom is an untapped well of hermaphrodite queer robots and autistic fan words for genitalia and robot ass.

I can attest. I posted this elsewhere here, but I had an online acquaintance whom I asked to clarify some piece of Transformers lore. The conversation turned to the difference between "spark sex" and "sticky sex."

Second-hand non-fan explanation: there are different parties in the Transformers fandom who believe/like to write about the various Transformers having human-analogue physical intercourse, as in your excerpt about the dude's "intake watering" and the nozzles instead of nipples. Then there are the "spark sex" fans who think that Transformer fuckin' is software-based, connecting a jack or something and then having a lot of description.

There's a similar philosophical quandary in the Tron fan community, but that's got more old lady autism (at least up until the most recent film) so they aren't really trigger warning about it. Someone might throw "program sex" in the tags if there's going to be a lot of metaphor.

a kiwifarms user · Feb 26, 2026

Aunt Carol said:
I can attest. I posted this elsewhere here, but I had an online acquaintance whom I asked to clarify some piece of Transformers lore. The conversation turned to the difference between "spark sex" and "sticky sex."

Second-hand non-fan explanation: there are different parties in the Transformers fandom who believe/like to write about the various Transformers having human-analogue physical intercourse, as in your excerpt about the dude's "intake watering" and the nozzles instead of nipples. Then there are the "spark sex" fans who think that Transformer fuckin' is software-based, connecting a jack or something and then having a lot of description.
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There's a similar philosophical quandary in the Tron fan community, but that's got more old lady autism (at least up until the most recent film) so they aren't really trigger warning about it. Someone might throw "program sex" in the tags if there's going to be a lot of metaphor.

You know I don't think I've seen you post before outside of randomtext. I'm honored.

They use "valve" for vagina and "spike" for penis. At first I thought this was just a sneaky way to avoid getting banned as I first saw it on tumblr but it seemingly persists elsewhere. I'm not sure if the terms just stuck or they really are that autistic.

Also the "femmes with spikes" tag is exactly what you think it is and just about every transformer has both a dick and pussy and are clasified as gay because of course they have.

Sleazy Car Salesman · Feb 26, 2026

a kiwifarms user said:
Also the "femmes with spikes" tag is exactly what you think it is and just about every transformer has both a dick and pussy and are clasified as gay because of course they have.

Are they like sea cucumbers, where they're all hermaphroditic and their reproductive cycle involves them engaging in penis fencing where the loser gets pregnant?

Aunt Carol · Feb 26, 2026

a kiwifarms user said:
They use "valve" for vagina and "spike" for penis. At first I thought this was just a sneaky way to avoid getting banned as I first saw it on tumblr but it seemingly persists elsewhere. I'm not sure if the terms just stuck or they really are that autistic.

Sexual fanon is the quickest to spread; this makes sense. With enough time and processing power, someone could probably trace terms/concepts from one or two writers spreading through the whole corner of the fandom. It's like the Transformers version of constructing Omegaverse lore.

a kiwifarms user said:
You know I don't think I've seen you post before outside of randomtext. I'm honored.

Well clearly someone isn't reading the Household tips and tricks thread.

(Also I posted twice on the last page, both times sperging about language use.)

Sleazy Car Salesman said:
Are they like sea cucumbers, where they're all hermaphroditic and their reproductive cycle involves them engaging in penis fencing where the loser gets pregnant?

See, this is what bothers me about Transformers: are they robots or aren't they? Yes, I know they're robot-like aliens, and it's only fandom weirdos who are worried about the other science facts. It still bugs me way too much to ever consider getting into the universe.

Chandelier · Feb 26, 2026

Prettybadmagic has dabbled into ASOIAF/KOTSK so as a fan of that I felt the need to read this one, too. Aerion, Egg, and even Dunk are not in this fic. Why? Uhh worldbuilding, that's why!

You are very likely aware of the 'the more she drank, the more she shat' from the fifth book. PBM has her own version of it here:
- Making water he can manage, it is the matter making shit that plagues him.
- He misses his privy from the Uplands, a sacred shelter with a wooden bench to rest upon and a gasping hole to the cesspit. Now he must pose his back flush against a tree trunk and pray he lifts his robes in time. He cannot pretend the sounds these proceedings make are anything less than violent.

For logical reasons, Egg, Aegon V, is not in this, and neither is Aemon who heads to the Wall. You have to take out the true heir to the throne for Viktor, as well as eliminate the entire story of Dunk & Egg for a plot involving internalized homophobia. Yes, Viktor has a dick in this one. No, it will not be eight inches.
> Palmful of corn
Corn does exist in the books but it's more like maize. It's never addressed where it actually comes form.
At this time, the Kingsguard is missing its titular 7 members. Why Dunk is not there I don't know, but we have to take him out because he'd get in the way of this yaoi plot.

> Ascendance to heaven during combat
The Faith of the Seven has seven heavens, similar to the curse 'seven hells'. There is no universal heaven in Westerosi religion.

> Is a crippled pyromancer
> Is somehow considered heir to the throne
GOT/ASOIAF has always been stingy regarding disability and inheritance. Bran is the most notable example; he was still Lord of Winterfell, but the culture has always been focused on able-bodied people. Willas Tyrell is the second example as he walks with a cane and is not in jeopardy because his younger brother Loras is gay.
> He subsists on grain and legumes, vegetables and eggs and stewed fruit
He eats like an Indian, gotcha.
> Essosi tea
That shit would be expensive. Westeros in general does not consume tea in the traditional sense but uses it as medicinal brews.

> It perplexes him to think of the Warrior and the Mother sharing a similar burden of service to their masters
...motherfucker have you heard of VISENYA TARGARYEN?! She was both. How the hell can you not know the most titular, founding member of not just the Targaryen dynasty but of the Kingsguard?!

Also, the author is leaning hard on religious guilt here, even when the Dornish have always been more lax on sexual proclivities. In truth, he'd be willing to entertain the Seven but he knows he's bisexual.

> The crown is Viktor. The magic of nobility pumps in his veins
Didn't you just say you hated it when he bowed down to you?
> Now stands second in line from the throne
Because Egg does not exist. His disappearance means Summerhall does not happen and 'The Prince That Was Promised' does not happen.
> Quicksilver. How did you come upon that name?
He should know it isn't just an element, but the name of Aenys and Prince Aegon's dragon.

> I would not expect a knight to know the elements
Because they're unlearned and retarded, right? Interesting that Jayce's father was Andal and his mother Dornish, confirming that he does have white blood in him.

> Sheathed in simple black leather
Knights of the Kingsguard all wear white.
> He is an ideal study of human male sculpture
Ah, here we are with the 'OH NO HE'S NOT' yearning.
> He has to wear a straw hat or else he'll get sun burn
Blood of the dragon, my ass.

The Faith of the Seven looks down strongly on blood magic, as does every other Westerosi. Even in Essos they view that shit as the realm of Asshai'i mages. It would be heresy even to mention it. He is smart to pivot it to alchemy instead.

Oy vey, that's ableism. He needs a healthy body ~~to get pregnant~~ take that dick better.

In the business we call this foreshadowing. True to her 'the lube flowed down his thighs like diarrhea', PBM's shit fetish manages to put that infamous Dany scene to shame:

Dany: shits herself for a sentence due to dysentery
Viktor: has an entire paragraph on how he can't keep his chamberpot in his carriage because the shit sloshes on him; how when he goes to shit they are explosive shits that everyone can hear; how his diet is so bad his shits are watery and his bowels slacken; cannot take a regular shit because he doesn't have enough fibre in his diet.

And people thought Dunk taking a shit was bad. Did this man wipe his ass?

Imagine having explosive diarrhea and your alchemy explodes in another carriage. It's like the kitchen catching on fire after you eat Taco Bell.

> We will replace them
That was century-old knowledge. You can't just go on Westerosi Amazon and just buy a new one. They don't have Jeff Bezos yet.

Yeah OK but what about Viktor's explosive shits? Tell me more about his privy and how he enjoys shitting in private.

I hate it when fics are spaced out like they're college essays. You can still edit them on AO3 itself before posting it, you retards. I'm going to have to Sparknote this one before adding the juicy shit. Lines for this fic include:
- He cums. He cums with his tongue out and his eyes going crossed like a cock slut he sees in those videos
- their tongues so dumb that it feels more like pups licking each other.

On top of this being spaced abysmally, it isn't even edited properly. We have, 'holds the lukewarm coffee in his hands trying futility to warm up' and picks at his Omega scent patch like it's a nicotine patch. In this iteration, his gums become sore, he smokes like a chimney, and he 'pops Tylenols like Smarties'. Jayce, predictably, is the alpha male, and is described as thus:

A young man with an air only a young person who has not yet had the true weight of reality pressing on them. An alpha in every sense of the word; young, broad-backed, tall, capable, smart, and, of course, charming. He is also… unsettling in a way.

He is written as 'totally nice' but is too touchy-feely, because he does not do that with everyone else. Viktor then talks to Sky, and while he knows that she likes him, the feeling is not reciprocated. He senses someone watching him but does not catch our Latino stalker in the act. His apartment is run down and his bathtub is stained, meaning he does not clean it. He doesn't even let the water run to allow it to get hot.

We get some self-depreciation, because of course we do:

His disease eats away at his body and his pheromones suffer as a result. He is not like a regular omega, beautiful and delicate. He is sharp and bony.

And then he starts getting phone calls of someone heavily breathing and masturbating. He is charmed because he has 'never been desired that way' and starts getting random texts and gift cards. Our Latino stalker notes he hasn't been eating and has decided to give him free food. If someone decided to gift me free food, I'm taking that shit.

Our Latino stalker tells Viktor to stop smoking, and if he 'needs something to suck on' he can offer it. Marcus, the cop, is the quintessential hard ass boss, but Jayce is there to help with his overwhelming pheromones. Upon the advice of his stalker, he begins filling out: he is no longer skin and bones but a Kate Moss physique, and he has begun smelling like a proper omega. With his better health, Sky tells him to go on dating apps. He does so, and this does not sit well with our dear Latin Lover:

> Gets told to leave his date or else
> Gets sent literal gore
> Furiously masturbates because he finds it so hot
Damn, he should head to Mexico to get a taste of Jayce's authentic culture.

When Viktor returns to work, Jayce presses down on his scent gland forcibly, causing Viktor to bare his teeth. In ABO terms, this is a 'don't touch me' sign. Jayce responds by showing his own teeth and tells him with that action to 'calm down'. Young alphas just can't control their actions, y'know? Later, he is gifted a hand-crafted cane as an apology, wood with red leather. You'll never guess what it's later used for.

> His pussy lips coming apart with a sticky sound. It's obscene
So it's like scraping off a wet PB&J sandwich from the floor.
> Then the handle enters him and he whines. He wants more, he needs more.
> It is a poor substitute for a real cock but it has to do
Whaaaaaaaaaa? You mean phallic objects are second to a real, flesh-and-blood penis? You don't say!

After this impromptu wet dream, Viktor starts getting showered with gifts.

There's been more gifts, sweaters, perfumes, shoes, and a few other things. He wears them all and eats the lunch that his stalker has provided. He feels good. He feels like an omega, a proper one. One who is delicate, pretty, sweet, and claimed.

This is the second time he's been written as 'delicate' and dainty, which is a common theme here. I don't use 'uwu omegas' for nothing. Then, when he walks home, he finds a 'glob of goo' which is really alpha spit. In this fic, alphas can hawk up huge loogies to mark their territory. He starts putting on perfume to bait this alpha that has spat huge globs of phlegm everywhere until he starts getting railed in bed.

> He can feel slick pooling under him
He produces so much slick you can use him as an industrial solvent. Never worry about trade wars again with this omega.
> That he has taken care of his omega well - he is ripe for the taking
On top of shitty hentai writing, this characterization is all over the place. You'll see in a moment how bad it is.

Look at that, it's the 'IT'S TOO BIG! IT WON'T FIT!' 'I'll make it fit' 'You were made to take my knot' classic where every single dumbshit hentai and Booktok girl uses. It's bad enough that I feel the need to summon this video again.

> Viktor can't breathe and he isn't sure if Jayce wants him to
> Snot filling his nose making it hard to breathe
If you can last more than eight minutes, you can avoid Death by Cock.
> It's huge and Viktor gasps
We know, you just had a 'IT WON'T FIT!' hentai line, and we even get the ahegao look, too.
> It is thick and tastes like Jayce
Reminder he took a glob of this shit on the sidewalk and tasted it.
> He cries as Jayce slaps a big hand against his breasts
He's crying one minute and then he's begging for it in another...can you stay consistent?

> He cums with his tongue and his eyes going crossed like a cock slut he sees in those videos
Ladies, if you don't get a retard look after being fucked by Mr. Hands and don't have a 'puddle of slick' forming under you like you're the Nordstream pipeline, are you even living life?
> His whole body is trembling with pain and pleasure
Spare me this bullshit.

> His tongue is thick and skilled
All I can think of is a cow's tongue. Alpha anatomy is whack.
> Alpha. My alpha
UWU ALPHA FUCK ME UWUUUUUUUUUUU

> Pleasure, almost looking furious
So he looks like Aleksander Karelin when he's about to flip somebody. AKA this look:

> Jayce is coring him, scooping him out
> His cock is splitting him open
Redundant. We get that his monster 14 incher is drilling you this dainty uwu omega like an Alaskan oil field.
> Knot me. Knot me
UWU ALPHA UWU~~~~~~~

I'm glad that that secondary gush works just as well as the primary gush. I wonder how omegas can even function with that much vaginal fluid spraying without needing incontinence pads. Omegas are universally these puddle-producers, these squirt-sprayers, these voluminous vagina owners that can swallow these literal horse cocks no problem without any damage.
> Their tongues so dumb that it feels more like pups licking each other
What in the absolute fuck. OK, that's random_txt right there.

> There's so much and he feels full like he has just gorged himself
If there is enough semen there to make Amberlynn Reid feel full, you have a problem.
> I'll take care of you and the pups and all you'll have to be worried about is me filling you up every night
He'll be staring at this every night while huffing those pheromone loogies.

Here is the next batch of problematicism's Latino groomer fic. Every inch closer takes us to our final destination, and whether black women getting cucked is a universal theme.

Sky is the character I pity the most in this, because she is the living embodiment of everything the author hates. Her only crime is getting in the way of an MLM ship; in this instance, she gets in the way of underage grooming.

Well, that makes sense, doesn't it? Roughly 55% of pedophiles have bipolar disorder, and Latinos are well-known to get touchy-feely with their own family members...man, we're really ticking off every box, aren't we?

This poor girl. She doesn't realize that her best friend is a disabled whore who loves homewrecking and is looking forward to getting married to her bipolar, grooming father. That's gotta hit hard.

> I would never hurt you. I never even hurt Viktor. He wanted this, he loves me
He says, while knowing that he's betraying his wife and daughter for underage white pussy. Such is the mind of a Latino bipolar nightmare written by a Gypsy pedophile.
> Let's perhaps not tell my daughter things that could implicate us both
> He thinks of the USB Viktor has in his possession
This man really is like Epstein. I've said it a lot, but everything down to the public emails/USB as a form of blackmail is way too on the nose. The difference is is that Jayce is a hot 40-year-old and Jeffrey was a Jewish supremacist. Gypsies have standards, you know.

> I wish I was never born your daughter
She's going to be thinking that a lot when she finds out that her own father is going to marry her best friend as soon as he turns 18 - if that.

> I didn't mean to tell her
Drunk actions are sober thoughts. You just got lucky you passed it off as wanting weed vs you admitting that you're fucking him on the regular.
> Sometimes he forgets how young he is
No, he doesn't. He has photos of him when he was 15, remember?
> How it feels to have to lie to everyone I love. To worry about what they will say about me if they find out
I think the headlines will go something like this: 'Prominent Black politician's husband revealed to have sex with underage teenager' or, as the Daily Mail would put it: 'SENATOR HUSBAND CRAVES TEENAGER - WANTS TO MARRY HIM AT 17!' Everyone will know you're a groomer, and unlike Jeffrey, you don't have Jewish privilege at your back.
> I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I want you, only you, it will only ever be you
> The need to coddle him as if he were his own child
Knowing that he would still do this shit if he were a blood relation is also very on the nose for Gypsies. They're big on fucking their cousins. Those leftover Indian genes are talking.

This chapter has a warning for dubious consent:

WARNINGS: Self harm, suicidal ideation, extremely dubious consent/sexual coercion (NOT between Jayce and Viktor), substance abuse.
The substance abuse, suicidal thoughts, and self-harm are pretty consistent throughout the chapter. If you need to leave a comment asking for specific sections to ignore, let me know. But this is a very heavy chapter in general.

WHOA we can't have someone else rape and abuse our homewrecking disabled whore, can we? Some random kid named Isaac is the big bad for that. Our Latin Lover is about to go all papa bear up in this shit.

> A prideful part of him that wants Jayce to do that, beg and cry and show him how foolish he had been to let Viktor leave
This is the classic, 'I'm going to do radical/stupid/sexual shit to make my man jealous' trope that you usually see in soap operas. You, as a teenager, don't have that kind of power a grown woman does. You are dependent on him and he knows it.
> Naïve, full of infantile faith for having ever trusted a single word from his lips
> Immediately goes back to his groomer the minute he shows him kindness
Yeah, that fits.
> Then he will drag out the USB, plugging it into his laptop, with proof after proof of their love
It won't seem like that in front of a judge.
> Looks a little too much like Viktor if they both squint and pretend
Orianna was blonde. Viktor is a brunet. Are you saying that Viktor is really a woman here? Wow, that's heckin' transphobic.

I said earlier that Singed was one of the best characters in this fic and he remains so to this day. He's not a villain no matter how hard the author wants him to be, and he is remarkably understanding after finding out that his kid has been groomed by an older man. He is 100% correct that if he ever goes public, his word won't mean much against Jayce's because Jayce can and will use the 'this disabled whore seduced me and instigated it first, I am not at fault' and his lawyers will use that excuse. It's happened before and is sadly common.
> He watches pornography
> It's the type that involves older men and barely legal teens
> Tries to say what he had with Jayce was nothing like it because theirs was tender and loving
No honey, no.

> Everything gets worse
You don't say.

> Still feels like that same fifteen year old with a puppy crush even now
He isn't aware that his Latin Lover had pictures of him at that age, does he?
> He sees a girl his own age eyeing up Jayce, whispering to the gaggle of girls next to her
If he looked like Jerry Seinfeld it wouldn't be as funny. Everyone got the Ick factor from him.
> Ensure she knows none of this is her fault, she did nothing wrong
This entire fic was written because the author thinks a white man is justified in his misogyny against a woman who died twice for him.

> Begging himself not to cry
Very masc, running to the boy's bathroom to have a nice crying fit. I'm sure the random kid taking a shit is thrilled to hear that.
> He has a hard time believing Jayce was ever telling the truth when he'd tell him he was the most beautiful thing
I'll say. And no, he doesn't look 17. He looks like an 'Intervention' guest because he's 17 going on 37. The purple under eyes wouldn't fool anyone. Everyone - and I mean EVERYONE - would know he was on drugs. It is 100% fitting that a groomed teenager is heavily into drugs, calls themselves a 'disabled whore' and watches 'teen' porn. That's how most young porn stars start out and end up becoming.

> If Jayce gets to have a wife and normal life while wanting Viktor to wait
I am sure he's excited to have a teenage drug addict as a young bride.
> While there (are) no sparks between them
Because Isaac here doesn't have a 10 inch dick and doesn't growl during sex. When he gets a blowjob, he gapes like a fish. When Jayce gets one, he growls like an animal. Big difference!

> Teenage boy asks for a blowjob because he assumes Viktor is a slut
> Said slut admits they are good at giving blowjobs because they're used to sucking back a Coke can
Makes sense. The pimply, gaping-mouthed boy is nothing compared to the 40-year-old DILF? You don't say.

> He had dreams of science and changing the world
> Gets groomed by Latino DILF who had pictures of him since he was 15
> Heads to the tranny suicide bridge to end it all
I'm not kidding. This bitch really did the "Long Way Down" bridge meme. Amazin'.

> I never want you to think about that. Never again
"If you die I won't get to have my drug-addicted FTM tradwife"

I still can't believe she did the tranny suicide bridge meme

Wew, lad.

> I have the location of your phone on. I made sure it was connection to mine
> I promise I wasn't stalking you
*JC Denton voice* Suuuuuuure.

> Singed knows about us
And he's aware he can't do shit because of his criminal record and that Jayce occupies a higher social standing than he does.
> No. Never. Even if maybe it would be the right thing to do
There is no 'right way' about a bipolar Latino grooming a 15-year-old white kid. It's just a Gypsy combining the beauty of her culture with that of Hispanics; 15 year old is old enough to be a bride with three kids by now for them.
> I was scared of what might happen if people found out. I was scared to lose Sky
I'm sure you think that when you fuck her best friend on the regular. You can just say Viktor came onto you first and that he's just a disabled trans whore who wanted a father figure and got one.

> The way he knew what Jayce had been considering
He was already considering fucking a 15-year-old the first time he laid eyes on them, but it's OK and romantic and sexy because he's hot. Pretty Pedophile Privilege strikes again.
> Knows that Viktor cannot live without him either now
You know the grooming is complete when a 17-year-old drug addicted pooner doesn't want to leave you because you offer them gifts, an apartment, and a good dicking. What happens when the kid gets too old? Too independent? Too drugged out?

Yes, Viktor tells Jayce about Isaac, the fish-mouthed kid who got a blowjob (consensually, I might add; Viktor was no more pressured than he is with a 40-year-old man; the difference is is that Isaac is unattractive and our Latin Lover is not), and he gets his shit beaten in in the next chapter.

It doesn't shock me that Jayce is giving Viktor an apartment so he can be close to him; when I say that he really IS like Epstein, I mean it. All he's missing is the island - and the Mossad connections, of course. But I guess a black politician will do.
> How is Sky
An afterthought.

If she finds out that her best friend instigated a relationship with her bipolar, suicidal dad who used his attempted suicide to rope them in, she's going to be devastated. Mel is going to be devastated, too, but her greater family will not. There will be blood and someone's milkshake is gonna get drunk.
> I thought of you every night. I only want you, I mean it, I really do
"I only go for underage white pussy. Black pussy makes me

"
> Jayce wonders how anyone could view their love as wrong
Funny, most Latino men think that way too when they molest their nieces and daughters. To them, as their father, they have a right to be the first. You would think given current circumstances that such a statement might be a little tone deaf, but I am not an inbred Gypsy so I cannot empathize.

This poor, poor girl.
> How he tried to guilt her into having sex
> She deserves more than that
The titular statement of every fujo before they humiliate and cuck the women. "Sky deserves better, but also fuck that nigger and my white fave deserved to be misogynistic towards her because she was mean."
> Fuck adults, honestly
Viktor can relate.

> He does not tell her that he already is one. Has been for two years now
Grooming is fine provided the man doing it is not.
> Maybe he was never really a child at all
Common Gypsy beliefs. Romania had to bribe them to get sterilized because they were having so many kids so young.

Chapter 12 is tied to this chapter so it will be included in this spoiler. Jayce finds our pimply white kid and beats him up - as if violence against a minor is another charge he can brush off along with child sex. The title for Chapter 12 comes from an Ethel Cain song. These people LOVE that tranny, but said tranny got into a bit of trouble when it was revealed he was a white supremacist.

Just a casual reminder that this fish-mouthed white boy didn't rape Viktor. This is a bipolar pedophile telling himself he's doing the right thing - and the comments seem to agree - by beating up a teenager that got a blowjob. Wow, he saw a self-described 'disabled whore' as a...disabled whore, and took his pleasure. In the grand scheme of things, that is not the worst thing that can happen.

> Some lecture about consent
Says the 40-year-old man who gooned to a 15-year-old. Now he has physical assault to add to his record on top of child pornography and statutory rape. He later uses the 'DO YOU KNOW WHO MY WIFE IS?!' argument, which is funny as that is the only time he has ever said or used her name once.

> If it was Sky that this boy essentially raped
White-on-black rape is rare. Hispanic-on-white rape, on the other hand...
> Almost wants to hit him again for the disrespect towards Mel
You were happy to cheat on her with a 'disabled whore' who kissed you first. Pot, meet kettle.

Up next: the beach, and Mel ponders on getting a divorce from her pedophile husband. She still does not know what he's been up to.

> No one is going to think you're too young
You're right. That Shimmer makes him look a good 20 years older.
> Jayce has told him he wants their rings to be in gold
> Wants it on so tight his young 'disabled whore' can't take it off
> He passes it off as a joke
Uh huh.

Seems he cares more about his cat than he does about the fact he seduced a married woman's 40-year-old husband and is a proud homewrecker. That cat might make for a good Alanis Morrissette video but you sure as hell won't.
> I never wanted to be in academia
You wanted to be an inventor, right? You can do both. He's not in politics so what the fuck else does he want - wait, don't answer that.

> I'm 44-year-old Jayce Talis dating my nineteen year old student
We call that the Leonardo DiCaprio effect.
> He hopes once he is Jayce's age, the age gap will feel a lot smaller
Except your dick will be wrinkly and will shrink a few inches, and you won't be able to cum buckets without Viagra or adrenochrome. Hell that cholesterol might do you in earlier.

> Tells Viktor how this was where he first sexted him, that he wants to fuck him on the desk one day
Interesting how this is passed off as Jayce sexting a minor vs the other way around.
> Is there a specific flower that represents a new beginning?
He's still married, btw. Fuck those black bitches and their *checks notes* wanting to be loved by men!

> Viktor feels content, believes in Jayce's promises and plans in a way he never has before
The author says it feels like a 'nightmare' to Viktor, but a 'romcom' to Jayce. I don't get that impression at all. Hell, half the time you wouldn't even know Viktor is disabled and deals with chronic pain, because aside from the Shimmer mentions, the author doesn't talk about it. He can be bent like a pretzel and fucked like one because squirting like a firetruck erases physical pain.

Methinks Sky knows more than she lets on. She is beginning to resent her father. One must ask how they ignored his bipolar outbursts because he's been flushing his drugs down the toilet. He's a narcissist, too, so they can only pretend so much. BPDs are notoriously attention seekers.

> His husband, his wife, with increasing frequency as if he cannot help it
Yes, he's going to marry the homewrecking 17-year-old drug addict and make him a tradwife. Very Catholic!
> Likes the way the word makes Jayce fuck into him deeper
> The bitter truth is that he enjoys how it feels, pure carnal pleasure in the sting of the pain
Am I supposed to feel bad for this pooner homewrecker? This is supposed to be a 'dead dove', but both characters are abysmal. The problem is that this is sold as a 'toxic yaoi' when it is anything but.

> Truthfully Viktor is already wet just thinking of the idea of Jayce driving it
Of course it's a Jap strap and not a Harley-Davidson, because the thrum of that engine rippling up that wondersnatch would be too good to resist.
> It is exhilarating to have the wind in his hair like this, the slight fear in his stomach every time the motorcycle leans too close to the ground
BTW, this is S2 bearded Jayce. He also has a leg brace. You will notice that is not mentioned whatsoever, and that for all the bitching about 'disabled representation', these people legitimately do not give a shit. They will jump smaller authors for lesser crimes.

Singed remains my favourite character. He takes no one's shit and knows what everyone is up to. I hope he ends up getting some reward in the end.
> I want to paint you so badly
"Paint me like one of your French girls"

"I am going to rub the fact I ruined your family in your face and showcase that your father enjoys underage pussy. I hope you take it with enduring grace and understanding because my white skin means more than yours."

Spoiler: Sky begins to suspect that not all is well and that Mel and Jayce's marriage is breaking apart. The most insulting thing, though, is the next chapter, where Viktor takes delight in being a pooner homewrecker.

> Cherry for Viktor
How metaphorical.
> The harsh rush of butterflies in his stomach as Jayce shakes the water from his hair, as he looks back over where Viktor sits
Ah, he has his Casino Royale James Bond moment.
> I'll find a way to fuck you to the sound of the waves
Spoiler: he does just that, and take a guess who finds him.

> You just want my hands on you where everyone can see
At this point, they are flaunting the fact they're fucking and Viktor actually uses this against Mel in the next chapter. It is impossible not to note the author's bias here; her hatred of these characters seeps through the pages so thickly it's spelling '1488'.
> Always repeating how soft it is
It helps when things like puberty and cystic acne from testosterone doesn't roughen up your skin.
> The smile does not reach her eyes
When you suspect your best friend is a homewrecker but you don't want to believe it yet.

> Unfairly, cruelly even
This is where it is impossible to feel pity for this character. Normally, grooming victims are treated in the narrative as being groomed to act in a way they normally would not. In this case, this 16-year-old - now 18 - fully seduced an adult man in his forties with a half-black child all because the author despises black people. I don't even think you could get Nick Fuentes to say this sort of shit.
> Sometimes Viktor really does wish he was born to a family like theirs
And you'd go right to the father and fuck him, because that's what Gypsies do best.

> Maybe I have always been more mature than you
Yes, the 16-year-old white teenager was so mature, so smart for their age, who could resist? Officer, they came onto me first. It was consensual. They knew what they were doing.
> Would you like that? A home for us?
> Imagines a new, whiter, paler family in a nicer house with kids in the backyard
> The disabled whore wants to be a tradwife after ruining two women's lives
You sure this isn't a Clinton plot?

> I'm eighteen now. A man, not a boy
You are neither because not once was there ever any attempt at 'transitioning' into a boy. You are, by your own works, a 'disabled whore' who tanked a woman's marriage. That word isn't used for teenage boys who break up marriages, btw.
> The reminder of all he has done, the boundaries they never had and still found a way to cross
Hey, remember those photos he took of Viktor when he was 15? Those aren't gonna be brought up again, lmao

She gives him a friendship necklace - very cheesy, very masc - and makes a declaration on how they will forever be best friends. Let me tell you that shit is going down as fast as the K-T event because she ends up finding out in Chapter 14.
> Looks at him like a man in love
White pussy so strong it destroys mixed race marriages.

> I'm thinking about where I want to take you on our honeymoon
> It's a whiter country
Lol. Lmao. He's like Roman Polanski at this point.

Mel, along with Sky, are the true victims of this fic. They literally, and objectively, did nothing wrong aside from exist and earn the ire of an author who hates them. Even GOT fans are not this volatile towards Joffrey and that was a fucker who deserved everything he got. She watches her husband sleep with the teenager they've considered a second child, and in the next chapter, said teenager brags to her face that she was too stupid not to notice and basically tells her that Jayce wants him now and it's over.

This isn't toxic yaoi. This is just a Gypsy pedophile's misogynistic fantasy.

When the BAFTA 'nigger' fiasco came out, there were a lot of tweets on how black people are expected to be forever gracious and tolerant of the things white people do. While that might cause a few eyerolls, there is no better example of it than here. Mel has every right to be angry at the trans teen that ruined her life and marriage, and yet, in all her kindness, she responds to it the best she can. If it were me, I'd be arrested for hate crimes on both counts - against the pooner and the Latino.

Now that she knows, how do you think Viktor handles it? By throwing it in her face and bragging about it.

> He wants to put them both out of their misery
Nah, he wants her to feel misery because she has always gotten in the way. This is less like a grooming fic in the eyes of the author and more like a revenge fantasy where intra sexual competition kicks in and the underage white teen wants to shove the mature black woman out of the way. His blasé attitude is actually very grating, and cements this character as one to be universally hated.

> He thinks of the cruel thoughts he might have had over the two years: the jealousy and anger, seeds of one-sided resentment. He has gleefully ruined her life, her dreams, her family
Maybe to your circle of sycophants this is the most perfect yaoi to ever exist, but to an outsider with a brain, this does not make me sympathize with this character at all. This is a former teenager who takes extreme pleasure in destroying a marriage all because they wanted a bipolar husband.
> Wants her to hate him, break the bones of his hands, claw at him, to call him nasty things, to think he caused all of this and wanted this
If she did do all of those things I would cheer her on. This is a 'disabled whore' who is a homewrecker and should be treated as such. Yet, as the author would have it, they did nothing wrong and Mel is the one at fault because she got in the way of these fated soul mates. This is one of the few fics that actually made me angry.
> Even now a hint of irritation flares through him. As if he would have let any of them stop him
"These fucking niggers think they can stop me from fucking a married woman's husband? They can get fucked. I can do whatever I want."
> I didn't want you to know. I wanted this. All of this. Be mad at me if you must
By rights she should grab you by the hair and slam your head against the kitchen counter like a proper black woman would, but no. Even in a fic meant to degrade her, she shows grace and restraint. If it were me, I'd be tattooing 'homewrecking slut' on the front and the back and would get a Ouija board to summon the ghost of Gary Plauche to take out Jayce.

> Everyone would call it rape, pedophilia, grooming
All things Gypsies are naturally good at.
> Things Viktor could never associate with the man he loves
It's hard to see this 15-year-old as a grooming victim when this author actually has a thing for 15-year-olds engaging in hardcore sex.
> I started it all. I wanted him first.
> I am an adult. There is nothing wrong with it now.
You're a homewrecking trans whore and should be ostracized and shamed from the entire community. Good luck using that 'I am trans and disabled' card when someone breaks your other leg for extra insurance.
> Has he told you he is bipolar
He hasn't told him he's kept pornographic photos of him at 15, either.
> Better than you. Two years, and you never suspected a thing? Venomous words, all too exhausted to come out now
Oh I wonder why trans people are so hated. Couldn't be the utter arrogance they take at destroying people's lives, no ma'am.

> I'm sorry it had to be this way. I'm sorry I wanted it to be this way
"Yeah so fuck you and your black ass, this white pussy won over a 40-year-old man and I'm going to flaunt it while you cry about it."

If this person existed I would constantly misgender them until they go right back to the tranny suicide bridge. Then I'd get the homies involved, tell them what he did, and they'd film and laugh along to get this white homewrecker to smack the water. The memes would be legendary.
> But it does not feel like a ruin to him. It feels like a great sense of relief
To a troon, be they MTF or FTM, destroying a woman's life is a form of divine retribution; they are punishing the woman for the crime of existing as they are, because said existence is a slight, a competition, that must be eliminated. Thank you, Gypsy pedophile, for making me hate trans characters even more.

> Have you ever touched Sky?
"No, because black skin repulses me."
> It has nothing to do with his age. I think he's my soul mate
And yet you couldn't wait until he was 18 or tell your own wife that you are having an existential crisis. You had to drag her, and your own daughter, along to destroy them. This is the pinnacle of misogyny.
> He doesn't want to press charges. He seems thoroughly in love with you.
She doesn't know about the USB and how he filmed 'their love' on it when he was still a minor.
> What a scandal like this would do for her future? Her name? With my career, there would have been headlines about this
There still will be because rumours are going to spread about the 40-year-old professor who pulled a Jeffrey Epstein and lusted over a white homewrecker when they were only 15 years old.

> She's an adult. She can choose for herself
Rich when you couldn't wait to fuck a white teen.

Sky's crashout is 100% justified. I wouldn't blame her for any acts of violence.

> If you love me, you can't turn yourself in
> Sky, I can't do that
Can't, or won't? He 'can't' to it because it would take him away from his trans tradwife soul mate that he's willing to throw away his entire life for. As for Viktor, here he goes again bragging about how this is his 'entire life' and 'all that he knows' and that he owes it because he 'saved' Jayce. "They need each other to survive" my ass. He was using a kid as his therapist. He stopped taking his own meds. These people enjoy humiliating black women and they can both swing.
> Cruelly, horribly, selfishly, Viktor feels so himself
Yeah, I really, really wonder why trans people are so hated. The author's own biases aren't coming through here, nuh-uh.

> So be it if someone else casts their judgement upon them both, probably proving everyone right about people like them
'People like them' being how Latinos are groomer rapists and pooners are homewrecking sluts? Well then go ahead. You might unite both the right and the left for once.
> I will never change my mind. Not now. What would it all have been for?
The end goal was to humiliate a black woman with White Privilege and damn if it didn't come from a progshit Gypsy pedophile. Even neo-Confederates will have their black pearls if you push 'em enough.

It's fascinating that a character known for gassing an entire country in the original lore is one of the most honest, respectable ones here. Gypsies really have a way of making you feel more sympathy for their enemies.

> Comes into his lie
Nice Freudian slip there. He's so kind he even entertains Viktor's trans identity - which is actually never brought up, it was just slapped on there to make this a tradwife fic - and calls him his 'son' and not his daughter.

> Viktor tells him about the apartment, the flowers, the lazy-flame fireplace, plans for marriage, a life together
He feels no guilt about humiliating two black women. Jayviks really want to insist there's no racial animosity behind this but I can 100% see it. There was no reason to involve them in this at all. The author just simply hates them and if she can't tell a nigga off IRL, she can do it here with the applause of fellow white tradfujos.

> The urge to call the boy back, tell him this cannot be right
It's justified in the next chapter. He ends up getting married and insults Mel and Sky further.

This fic is supposed to be seen as a 'nightmare' for Viktor, yet all this homewrecking slut does is prance and preen about how an older man dumped his prior life for him. Chapter 15 is by far the worst because the Gypsy pedophile manages to get the two women who were wronged by this disgusting, unrepentant whore to apologize to him.

BTW, methinks these rejection letters are all part of a ploy to get Jayce to keep Viktor close.

> Viktor wears his every day, tucked under layer after layer
Such a shame there's no actual justice here because I would pay to see this kid get jumped.
> It makes him have hope for some semblance of a family between the two of them
"Yeah I just wrecked one family but have you considered MY family? My mixed race kids look better than your kids, nigger."
> Bruises on his neck and chest, Sky's disgusted mouth-curl the few times she has seen them in the hallway
And that's all retconned in the next chapter because she's 'totally understanding' that her father is a pedophile and chose her white best friend over her and her mother.

I keep telling you, Jayce is behind these rejection letters. He just can't have his soulmate up and leave.
> The only person who would want to attend with him would never be allowed to
Yeah, can't have teenagers spreading nasty rumours about how the lone trans student fucked an older man, ruined a Senator's marriage, and will now be married to create a new, whiter family because black skin is disgusting. I can't imagine how that might go down in a school that likely has higher income student with wealthy parents with connections.

> Do you really ever feel guilty about all this
No. He takes great pleasure in the fact he abandoned his wife and daughter for pooner pussy. You're supposed to feel bad for them and view it as toxic yaoi, remember.
> That this is normal, that this is how it should be
If it shocks you to learn that our homewrecker slut ends up becoming a traditional, conservative, stay-at-home 'mommy'...don't. Tradwifey is for white people, chud.

Look at these loving soul mates. You wouldn't know one is disabled and the other is a BPD pedophile who betrayed his wife and daughter.
> She will regret her drunken mistake more than Viktor regrets any of his own
If it were me, I'd be telling everyone that my dad is a pedophile and that the sole trans teenager is a slut who seduced him. I'd be getting the DHS on the line to get this guy to El Salvador.

Look at that: he conveniently gets into the place where Jayce has always wanted him to be. There couldn't be another factor to that, could there?
> They truly celebrate later that night with a round of dizzying orgasms
Dizzying orgasms won't erase the fact that the titular trans character is a slut and the Latino is a pedo and that's normal in a Gypsy's view.

Chapter 15 is very long, and you might want a valium just for how insane the shit this Gypsy bitch pulls off.

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For those who don't know the transformers fandom is an untapped well of hermaphrodite queer robots and autistic fan words for genitalia and robot ass.

Man is this a throwback. I remember this discourse all the way back in 2011. The Transformers fandom has the bizarre, and only, trait of where even the 'yaoi' ships are all straight. One fic I remember reading, 'And the Brave Shall Heed the Call' was basically a long-ass arranged marriage fic with Optimus Prime and Megatron from the Transformers: Animated universe with a big Mass Effect battle at the end. It was bad, and the author was an ANTIFA wannabe who shared tips on how to neutralize pepper spray and whatnot. She went by the username MlleMusketeer. Don't know what she's been up to nowadays.

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