emotionalmorphine:

Somewhere along the way fanart become worth more than fanfic to fandom.

Artists have Patreon accounts where people pay real money to view their art early or to access special pictures like scraps or tutorials.

Whereas writers are expected to produce more and more, faster, for nothing in return. No one wants to see our “scraps” and writers who do provide Tips and Tricks often get crap for “policing” how people write.

And it falls into the prevailing notion that somehow writing is something easy, something anyone can do.

This isn’t an attack on fanartists. You deserve to receive some sort of compensation and accolades for your work. And so do fanauthors.

Writing fic is hard work. Yes, anyone can type out a story, same as anyone can pick up a pencil to draw, but what makes the difference, what makes a good piece is the experience and talent of an author. It’s all the stories no one saw, it’s all the writing books we’ve read, it’s the classes we have attended, all rolled into a package that works weeks, months, years to bring the fandom their fic. Yes we write for ourselves but we also write to contribute to fandom – just like artists do.

We’re just the same – artists and authors – and we deserve the same respect for our work.

7th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 7th Fill

Blackwatch Boys/Winston – past abuse; past rape; current non-con/dub-con; brain washing – Blackwatch got Winston out of the Talon base and decide to take him for a test drive.

(keep note of the warnings)


It’s not one of their finest hours, they all agree. Rescuing Doctor Winston out of the bowels of the Talon base has been a stroke of genius; but having him on his knees now, body still black and blue with bruises, servicing their cocks… not so much.

Gabriel and McCree throw each other glances every now and then. McCree looks about as guilty as he feels, but it still does not make them stop.

Shimada seems supremely unperturbed as is, deep dicking the scientist’s throat until he is gagging, wet and a bit desperate, his dark eyes open and throwing pleading glances at his other two rescuers while Genji calmly keeps him stuffed with cock until he stops struggling again.

“Not so rough,” Gabriel mutters, hand out, fingers scratching along Winston’s jaw. “He’s a good boy.”

He is. He’s not been gone long, but Talon has already trained him well. They’ve seen snippets of the footage while infiltrating the hideout. They’ve smelled how he reeked of old cum when they stepped into the room they had kept him in.

There are big, hand-shaped bruises on his wide hips and thick, soft thighs, and when McCree pushed into them with a boot on their flight back, he’s gone to his knees like a whore and begged for dick with big brown eyes.

Brainwashed. They shouldn’t be doing this.

But alas. Not their finest hour.

Winston is hairy and thick and delicious. He is sturdy, can take what they dish out, even though he looks heartbroken whenever Shimada becomes too rough in his excitement.

His cunt is soft and greedy, easy to prepare for their cocks while he is whining in the back of his throat, haphazardly shoving his backup glasses that they gave him as they boarded back onto his nose.

It’s a weird twilight they got him in; seemingly still stuck in the mindset Talon taught him, while also clearly understanding what is happening with him now.

“Th-thank you,” he stutters again and again whenever they let him get enough air to do so. His deep voice is all soft. He mumbles a bit just like he’s always done. He sounds just like his old self; sweet and bumbling – too nice for the military service – but it stands in crass contrast to the fact that he’s showing them his ass while he does so; spreading his cheeks with both hands, begging for them to dick him into the soft, buttery gape of his hole.

It’s not their finest goddamn hour. They should have been above it, yet…

When McCree and Gabriel try to step away, let him calm down, he becomes desperate. Crawls to them, begs for their cocks. Kisses and licks them like he’s grateful, looking up at them hypnotically with big dark eyes, his own cock painfully hard looking as it curves against the lower swell of his big, firm belly.

“Ah fuck it,” McCree murmurs before long. Gets back into the action. They need to keep Shimada at bay anyway: Genji tends to forget how strong he is. Gabriel watches them quietly, big cock in his big fist.

They’d arrive at the base in just under two hours. Until then they need to be done and have Winston cleaned up a bit. It’s still enough time to have him… tend to them, though. He’s so very thankful. Very eager.

There is a certain kind of intelligence in his eyes that makes Gabriel wonder just how much this is his new training and how much is him.

He seems to become happier the longer it goes on and the softer they are with him. When Genji stops trying to suffocate him on his dick and pets his hair, Winston goes cross-eyed.

He’s still clumsy, still flushes and becomes embarrassed, and that makes all of it even more surreal. Dream like.

He hides his face in his big, softly muscled arms when he sees how big McCree’s cock is and how he’s about to fuck that into him.

He hiccups out little rough moans when Jesse mounts up, and Gabriel nearly strangles his cock.

He’s not been too long with Talon. Whatever they did, it hasn’t taken completely. They haven’t broken him.

“Fuck, he’s milking me so good,” McCree groans, head back as he fucks easy and fast. “You got to feel that, boss.”

Gabriel will. He might hate himself for it later, but god, he will.

Winston thanks McCree like a good boy when he’s filled him up and pulled out. He shows everybody in the room his creamy hole. He’s still hungry, turns his flushed, embarrassed face towards Gabriel.

He hesitates for a second, but Genji looks like he’s ready to take him again, so he stands and walks over before he can think about it too much.

He’s been friends with Doctor Winston for a long time; he’s always wondered how it would be to show him how good it can feel to have a dick in his belly. He’d never have thought just how happy and content he would look getting fucked until he’s sleepy.

His ass is warm and clingy, slimy from McCree’s last load, and Gabriel can’t help but fuck him like a porn star; right hand on his left hip, chin on his chest as he looks down between them, watches himself easily fuck Doctor Winston’s sloppy cunt.

Blackwatch has so many secrets already. This might just become one more of them. He wonders if Doctor Winston will tell on them. Gabriel almost… hopes. But he’s still a shy, bumbling scientist, and his face, at least from the side, looks totally blissed at getting fucked nice and warm.

Talon has not been kind to him. Maybe they are doing a favor to him, after all.

okk so, in the overwatch universe, their technology is like amazing right. they have omnics and prosthetics for people who have lost a part of their bodys. so if, i don’t know, a trans man wants, maybe he can have a prosthetic dick? maybe? just, the idea of mccree having one, fuking hanzo with all its settings, doesn’t leave me alone. anyway, just something for you to think about and have fun with, love you love your work! ( bad English sorry, not my first language )

severeni:

I draw mah boi Jesse in different “stages of trans”. I have Jesse before bottom surgery, I have Jesse in the process of getting a bottom surgery and I have post-op Jessy with a beautiful dick. But I really like the idea of cyber-dick, with lots of settings and some “cum lube” fillers to fill his dragon boy nice and deep >:3

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garama:

Something I’ve been working on for a long time, little by little. Made a bunch of leg variations, a ton of horns (because I can’t make decisions) and color palettes, so here’s only a part of it all. I’ll try to do a “fauni” version too, as I want to illustrate a certain concept I have for it.

A while back someone said thhey HC Present Mic as a trans man and I really like that. He‘s such a fun guy with such a nice healthy confidence. I feel like he and Aizawa were at least fuckbuddies back in the day and he p much exclusively topped