Cope I have been writing NSFW stories in my own head, today I actually wrote it down (it’s pretty good).

[Monikak]

So, since middle school I have been imaging stories that contain sex and violence, and been using those stories to please myself. And now I actually decided to write them down with the help of Grok (just using it to help with words and grammar).

The results are surprisingly great, I’m thinking if I should put them on fanfiction websites. I think this is better for my brain than porn. I’m planning to combine it with drawings to make comic strips, as I also have been drawing for a while (still shitty).

Ask me anything.

 

[NIGGA BANBAN]

You think people are going to like it or are you just going to get made fun of and bullied off that part of internet too?

 

[Dr. Autismo]

Mogs me for doing something with their literacy talent

 

[Monikak]

You think people are going to like it or are you just going to get made fun of and bullied off that part of internet too?

Probably going to be made fun of, that’s why I’m keeping it to myself. But I think once I manage to better my drawings, people going to like it.

 

[ImperialArk]

Is it possible to publish them somewhere?

 

[EthnicSub5]

Post em, no balls.

 

[Monikak]

Mogs me for doing something with their literacy talent

I won’t call it a talent, but I find some joy in it so I just keep going.

Is it possible to publish them somewhere?

Maybe, maybe never.

Post em, no balls.

I’m not brave enough to take criticism, but one of the stories I have is about a shy, short and ugly collegecel paying some anonymous foid to talk to him, not knowing she is his classmate who he has crush on, as the story goes on, that foid starts to feel bad for him (because they will never sympathize with incels irl which is why this is a fiction).

But most of the stuff I’ve been imagining now have fantasy theme, but I am not brave enough to share them.

 

[Dr. Autismo]

I won’t call it a talent, but I find some joy in it so I just keep going.

Mogs me for still being passionate about writing

 

[Sportacus]

Probably going to be made fun of, that’s why I’m keeping it to myself. But I think once I manage to better my drawings, people going to like it.

If the story is great, the drawings can be overlooked, but feedback is necessary if you’re actually going to improve the story.

 

[Monikak]

If the story is great, the drawings can be overlooked, but feedback is necessary if you’re actually going to improve the story.

This is a scene where the main character is about to end his subscription as he realizes he’s a dumb fuck:

Claire picks up on the first ring, voice soft like always.


“Hey, James… you’re up late. Everything okay?”


He swallows. The words stick in his throat.


“Yeah. Just… couldn’t sleep. Wanted to talk one more time, I guess.”


She makes a small, warm sound—half laugh, half sigh.


“Me too. I’ve been refreshing the app like an idiot waiting for you to come online. How was your day? Shift go okay?”


They talk for a while. Surface stuff at first: a professor who finally gave him a passing grade on the midterm he thought he’d bombed, the way the grill smoke is starting to permanently live in his hair, how Greg the plant is somehow still clinging to life despite his neglect. She laughs at the right places, asks gentle questions, keeps the rhythm easy like she always does.


But the clock on his phone keeps ticking: 11:58. 12:03. 12:09.


The silence stretches longer between sentences.


He takes a breath that feels like it comes from the bottom of his lungs.


“Claire…”


She goes quiet instantly. Like she already knows.


“I… I can’t renew tomorrow. The money’s just… gone. I mean, it was always stupid, right? Paying someone to talk to me like this. I don’t even know why I kept it going this long.”


His voice cracks on the last word. He hates it.


“I just wanted to say… thank you. For real. You made the last month feel less empty. Like someone actually gave a shit whether I ate or studied or just… existed. And I know that’s your job, and you’re probably gonna get matched with someone else tomorrow who can actually afford it, and that’s fine. It’s fine. I get it.”


He laughs once—hollow, bitter.


“I thought about asking for your number. Like, real contact. But I know that’s against everything. And it’d be pathetic. So… yeah. This is goodbye, I guess. I’m canceling the sub tonight. You don’t have to stay on the line or anything.”


The line is so quiet he can hear his own heartbeat over the distant traffic.


Then she speaks—voice smaller than he’s ever heard it, trembling at the edges.


“James… wait.”


A shaky inhale.

 

[gattsu]

Can you write a story where the broad gets raped?

 

[ihatelife2]

Good excerpt mang

 

[Sportacus]

This is a scene where the main character is about to end his subscription as he realizes he’s a dumb fuck:

Claire picks up on the first ring, voice soft like always.


“Hey, James… you’re up late. Everything okay?”


He swallows. The words stick in his throat.


“Yeah. Just… couldn’t sleep. Wanted to talk one more time, I guess.”


She makes a small, warm sound—half laugh, half sigh.


“Me too. I’ve been refreshing the app like an idiot waiting for you to come online. How was your day? Shift go okay?”


They talk for a while. Surface stuff at first: a professor who finally gave him a passing grade on the midterm he thought he’d bombed, the way the grill smoke is starting to permanently live in his hair, how Greg the plant is somehow still clinging to life despite his neglect. She laughs at the right places, asks gentle questions, keeps the rhythm easy like she always does.


But the clock on his phone keeps ticking: 11:58. 12:03. 12:09.


The silence stretches longer between sentences.


He takes a breath that feels like it comes from the bottom of his lungs.


“Claire…”


She goes quiet instantly. Like she already knows.


“I… I can’t renew tomorrow. The money’s just… gone. I mean, it was always stupid, right? Paying someone to talk to me like this. I don’t even know why I kept it going this long.”


His voice cracks on the last word. He hates it.


“I just wanted to say… thank you. For real. You made the last month feel less empty. Like someone actually gave a shit whether I ate or studied or just… existed. And I know that’s your job, and you’re probably gonna get matched with someone else tomorrow who can actually afford it, and that’s fine. It’s fine. I get it.”


He laughs once—hollow, bitter.


“I thought about asking for your number. Like, real contact. But I know that’s against everything. And it’d be pathetic. So… yeah. This is goodbye, I guess. I’m canceling the sub tonight. You don’t have to stay on the line or anything.”


The line is so quiet he can hear his own heartbeat over the distant traffic.


Then she speaks—voice smaller than he’s ever heard it, trembling at the edges.


“James… wait.”


A shaky inhale.

I'm not an expert, but the concept is very interesting. it's really similar to rent a girlfriend, if the protagonist weren't a total betabuxx cuck.

 

[Monikak]

I'm not an expert, but the concept is very interesting. it's really similar to rent a girlfriend, if the protagonist weren't a total betabuxx cuck.

Thanks, but if you want to see others that are not slice of life, I can share some other stuff if you want.

 

[friedByElliotRodger]

Will you post it here when you're done?

 

[TouhouMathcel]

Can you post an example of your work? At least a couple of paragraphs

 

[The Notorious SLAV]

Very good to know, always nice to see more people giving this a shot.

are you just going to get made fun of and bullied off that part of internet too?

Eh, from what I've seen from occassionally reading stories on Literotica for five years or so, it takes your stories being truly abysmal to get a negative reception, and that's on a site where standards are higher than on most other NSFW story sites.

 

[Monikak]

Can you post an example of your work? At least a couple of paragraphs

Up there

 

[BlackPilledNormi]

I’m not brave enough to take criticism, but one of the stories I have is about a shy, short and ugly collegecel paying some anonymous foid to talk to him, not knowing she is his classmate who he has crush on, as the story goes on, that foid starts to feel bad for him (because they will never sympathize with incels irl which is why this is a fiction).

Sadly it seems like your main character actually loves the foid of your story if he would have straight up raped her you could become a bestselling author for female romance

 

[Monikak]

Sadly it seems like your main character actually loves the foid of your story if he would have straight up raped her you could become a bestselling author for female romance

 

[Monikak]

Sadly it seems like your main character actually loves the foid of your story if he would have straight up raped her you could become a bestselling author for female romance

But my main character is short, so it’s probably never going to work as a supposed romance I want it to be, maybe as a horror.

 

[Monikak]

Sadly it seems like your main character actually loves the foid of your story if he would have straight up raped her you could become a bestselling author for female romance

I wish I could make some fictions for incels to read, something that can make us cope as a human being again, not just pushing us down.

 

[BlackPilledNormi]

But my main character is short, so it’s probably never going to work as a supposed romance I want it to be, maybe as a horror.

I wish I could make some fictions for incels to read, something that can make us cope as a human being again, not just pushing us down.

Romance for Incels would be claimed as sexist by feminists, since sexism is the insane idea that men under 6'2 and 8/10 face deserve love

 

[whiteboyhair]

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Brutal

 

[NIGGA BANBAN]

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[BlackPilledNormi]

I wish I could make some fictions for incels to read, something that can make us cope as a human being again, not just pushing us down.

Well if you work on your drawing to you could become a new derpixon

 

[St3v3Cel]

Lifefuel for pervertcels.

 

[Firefly]

Where can we read the stories?

 

[Monikak]

Lifefuel for pervertcels.

I wish I had that talent

 

[Monikak]

Lifefuel for pervertcels.

Come on, it’s not perverted…it’s art

 

[Monikak]

Where can we read the stories?

If I feel comfortable, I will surely start posting them here (I just start making them an actual story today lol)

 

[St3v3Cel]

Come on, it’s not perverted…it’s art

Creating pornography is ethical as long as you don't paywall it. There are some real porn addicts out there you know... But then again art is a luxury and it makes sense to want to be compensated. Just some things to keep in mind if you choose to walk down this road. I'm speaking from the perspective of being a pervertcel myself.

 

[St3v3Cel]

Creating pornography is ethical as long as you don't paywall it. There are some real porn addicts out there you know... But then again art is a luxury and it makes sense to want to be compensated. Just some things to keep in mind if you choose to walk down this road. I'm speaking from the perspective of being a pervertcel myself.

The thing about pornography is that I'm not sure if it keeps the gun out of my hands or if it puts it back in. It is that kind of thing. It could be argued that creating pornography for incels is similarly exploitative to being an OnlyFans whore, for example. It depends on how you look at it. Just saying that it's a thing worth thinking over. If you're going to decide to create pornography you should be sure that you think it is an okay thing to do.

 

[t3mcel]

Ask me anything.

what type of stories are they? i guess a better question is whats the plot of just one of your stories? do they fit a theme?

 

[The Notorious SLAV]

This is a scene where the main character is about to end his subscription as he realizes he’s a dumb fuck:

Claire picks up on the first ring, voice soft like always.


“Hey, James… you’re up late. Everything okay?”


He swallows. The words stick in his throat.


“Yeah. Just… couldn’t sleep. Wanted to talk one more time, I guess.”


She makes a small, warm sound—half laugh, half sigh.


“Me too. I’ve been refreshing the app like an idiot waiting for you to come online. How was your day? Shift go okay?”


They talk for a while. Surface stuff at first: a professor who finally gave him a passing grade on the midterm he thought he’d bombed, the way the grill smoke is starting to permanently live in his hair, how Greg the plant is somehow still clinging to life despite his neglect. She laughs at the right places, asks gentle questions, keeps the rhythm easy like she always does.


But the clock on his phone keeps ticking: 11:58. 12:03. 12:09.


The silence stretches longer between sentences.


He takes a breath that feels like it comes from the bottom of his lungs.


“Claire…”


She goes quiet instantly. Like she already knows.


“I… I can’t renew tomorrow. The money’s just… gone. I mean, it was always stupid, right? Paying someone to talk to me like this. I don’t even know why I kept it going this long.”


His voice cracks on the last word. He hates it.


“I just wanted to say… thank you. For real. You made the last month feel less empty. Like someone actually gave a shit whether I ate or studied or just… existed. And I know that’s your job, and you’re probably gonna get matched with someone else tomorrow who can actually afford it, and that’s fine. It’s fine. I get it.”


He laughs once—hollow, bitter.


“I thought about asking for your number. Like, real contact. But I know that’s against everything. And it’d be pathetic. So… yeah. This is goodbye, I guess. I’m canceling the sub tonight. You don’t have to stay on the line or anything.”


The line is so quiet he can hear his own heartbeat over the distant traffic.


Then she speaks—voice smaller than he’s ever heard it, trembling at the edges.


“James… wait.”


A shaky inhale.

Not bad, damn.