#masculine anon

[customboytoyz]

"some of these forcemasc posts are just gentle pushing and not sexual forcing enough." well some of you are too scared to even go into the men's section of target for cargo shorts. i may as well grope you while i tell you to stop being a pussy bitch and do it

[bixels]

(guy who sent in the original i thought you were a lesbian ask) i just wanted to say i still find you just as attractive with the knowledge that you are a man, apologies if i made you feel uncomfortable or like you're less handsome for not being a hot butch. you're still plenty hot regardless and i'm sorry for inflicting tony hawk's sapphic nightmare on you

Tony Hawk’s Sapphic Nightmare is very funny, I would photoshop something if I could right now. Thank you.

[yayll]

Hi!! It’s my first time requesting something so I dont know how that works.. um I was thinking of some mission like some kind of ball that dazai and y/n has to go and y/n has to seduce someone to get information out of them. You know those masquerade balls? Yeah I think that really goood!! And dazai gets sooooooooo jealous and after she got the information dazai kiss her infront of that person to show him that she’s his😭😭😭😭😭😭omg

HIII angel sorry this took me a while, but i hope you like it :') i tweaked your idea a lil and fingers crossed this is what you so graciously asked for. i tried to put my best jealous goofy ass dazai in there along with the absolute MUSH his brain turns into when he has you to himself mixed with a lil........ fucked in the headness. i love requests! this was soooo fun to write i love youuuuuu <3

~ a little something about Dazai and his uncharacteristic jealousy ~

"Osamu, come on... You're my only sweetheart, you know that."

You call out half sweetly and half out of breath as you follow him down the hallway of the lavish event you were currently attending, dressed to the nines and trying to remain undercover. You were coming to realize why people didn't date within the workplace as he walked ahead, grumbling to himself. He's trying to remain unfazed, pretending to still be upset as he shrugs with his back turned to you.

"Hmph. I dunno, I don't feel like I'm your 'sweet' anything..."

This causes you to roll your eyes affectionately and pick up the pace, placing a hand on the back of his shoulder to finally stop him in his tracks. You flash him a sincere smile, and speak softly.

"I'm really sorry you had to see that. I didn't know that asshole was going to kiss me after he let me go. I also didn't think you'd ever get jealous..."

You say that last part with a more playful tone, treading dangerous waters of your unpredictable lover's emotions. As expected, he sighs dramatically, casting you a look of disgust.

"Ugh, of course I'm not... That's honestly sooo lame and pathetic. I can entertain jealousy as much as I can entertain one of Kunikida's little speeches on morals, or whatever."

"You mean his 'ideals'?"

You chide, stifling a laugh. He glares at you, his eyes narrowing as he scans you for a moment.

He can't find a single flaw on that precious face, not a single stray hair or stain on your exquisite outfit. He should change that by the end of the night.

"... You're always so negative, correcting me and whatnot. Isn't it tiring being so irritatingly superior in every way?"

This one gets a laugh out of you, You can tell he's slowly lightening up his mood by the way you both begin walking side by side once again.

"Yeah well, if it weren't for that little kiss earlier, we'd both still be all tied up in the wine cellar of this wonderful party."

He flashes you a pout, and shrugs dismissively.

"And here I thought you of all people would like the idea of being tied up with me. Hmph, wrong partner, I suppose."

Now he was starting to pick back at you, though it was cute. Jealousy looked cute on him, it was something you didn't think he was capable of. It was a pity it had to be during a mission where your main asset was your seduction skills and his was mental instability. You hated every second of it, but you also wanted to make sure you both made it out with the secret intel alive.

You make your way into the grand ballroom, the gala is in full swing, and your eyes dart around to find a proper escape route. Just as you see an exit, a handsome and well dressed young man blocks your view, sticking his hand out.

"Hi. You're gorgeous. Care for a dance?"

You stare down at his hand and then back up at the stranger, your face flushing as you're caught off guard.

"Me? No, no I-"

Dazai immediately interjects, sloppily holding a glass of champagne that somehow manifested in his hand and pretends to be drunk. He loved his theatrics, especially when he was desperate.

He bumps harshly into the young man's shoulder, the alcohol sloshing out of the cup as he slurs, but not before he flashes you a wink to tell you to play along.

"Sooo sorry, pardon me. This indeed beautiful angel is quite busy you see... Taking care of me that is. Ooh, I'm a wreck! I'm nothing but a sad and lonely dog.. In this sad and lonely world-"

The man looks at Dazai skeptically, and huffs into a chuckle. He shoves him away, and turns his attention back to you. Your eyes dart nervously between the two, wondering what Dazai will do next.

"Shut it, clown.. Anyway, I think this further proves you should be in the company of a gentleman like me tonight rather than this wet mop-"

The sound of a champagne flute soaring through the air and connecting to the man's skull is suddenly heard, interrupting him and sending him falling to the ground along with broken glass and liquid everywhere. In one swift motion, Dazai is at your side with a premature victorious smirk, but before you can both be on your way, the man regains his posture and spins him around, punching him square in the face. Dazai's not scrawny or weak, but he isn't the most skilled fighter, relying mostly on his special ability and intelligence to get him out of things.

You gasp, instinctively grabbing Dazai by the collar of his suit and dragging him away to get lost in the crowd of concerned people. You finally make it outside and you both collapse onto the soft grass just outside the venue. It's decorated with all kinds of flowers and fragrant rose bushes, it almost looks like you're at the garden of Versailles. You look over at Dazai, his nose bleeding all over the place, but he looks completely unbothered by it. As you reach over to touch the bridge of his nose, he grabs your wrist and holds it away gently. He waves a finger at you.

"No touchy, I've got it."

He does not, in fact, got it. He looks around until he plucks a rose petal and uses it to wipe his nostrils. You frown, getting all up in his space within an instant.

"What on earth are you doing, Osamu? Let me help, you goofball. Your nose is a mess thanks to that stunt you pulled."

You tear off a bit of fabric from your outfit and dab his skin tenderly, holding his head on your lap now. You can see some blood has trailed down his neck, staining the bandages there along with the collar of his crisp white dress shirt you picked out for him this morning. Dazai perks up, his voice slightly strained but full of lightheartedness.

"How does it feel to work with the agency's most tactical and covert operative? Eh?~"

You bite back a smile, and shake your head. You murmur.

"Feels like he's asking for a death wish a little more than usual."

Your lips soon become a thin line, realizing your statement hurts a little more in the context of the situation than it usually would. He notices your mood shift as his eyes flicker from your concerned eyes down to your lips and back up again. He knows it hurts you when he's like this, reckless and acting out on the impulses of his own plans. He wants to sit up and close the gap between you, kiss you until you drop down those brave walls you're putting up for the sake of the mission. For the sake of your feelings for him. He knows he's careless with it all.

He hums, eyes trained on you as if burning the image of your heavenly self into his mind, where you always deserve to be. In the distance, a bulky sketchy looking man runs out of the venue frantically, looking around wildly and you both get the impression it's the guy from the cellar earlier who kissed you in exchange for your freedom.

Shit! You could have sworn you knocked him out cold. Dazai sits up from your lap and you two scoot more into the bush, trying to hide from him as he makes a call. You mutter under your breath, turning to Dazai as you begin to type something out on your communicator.

"Now's the perfect time to let the others know we're ready for extraction."

He's already looking at you, or gazing admiringly more like. He knows he can fuck up everything, pay any consequence, but the thing he needs to get right for the selfishness of his wretched little heart is you. He scoots a bit closer, hearing the sounds of both your shallow breaths harmonizing. He mutters, softly.

"It would also be the perfect time for you to kiss my face better. You know, for my wellness and all that. Besides, that guy wasn't very nice to us earlier and we need to get rid of any traces of him from those lips. Yuck."

You roll your eyes yet again, despite the fluttering that won't let your stomach rest.

"Who cares about that, we have a case to close first."

He smirks, voice dropping low and provocative.

"I care."

He leans in even further, practically caging you with both arms on either side of you. He can feel your breathing become more erratic, his own filled with a pathetic sense of need he always has when he's with you. Dazai's hand reaches out and grabs your chin, turning it up slightly to face him, making sure you drop this silly act once and for all. His voice comes out gentle, firm.

"I need you to physically push me away, or I swear I'm going to kiss you right now, cutie."

Your eyes widen as you let a shaky breath escape your plush lips, murmuring in return.

"I'll.. punch you in the nose again, you know..."

His hand moves from your chin to the side of your face, cupping your cheek as he takes another breath, his body aching to be as close to yours as possible. His eyes are fixed on you, tearing you apart right then and there, but not before putting you back together so nicely. In that moment, he knows you don't mean that, and he knows he can't resist anymore.

He then whispers with a finality, the anticipation torturing him like you do on a daily basis.

"I don't think I'm going to listen to that..."

You break into a faint smile as you perceive him back.

"You've still got a little blood on your-"

Without another word, Dazai closes the remaining distance between you and him, kissing you with fervor as his soft whines reverberate against your lips. You taste sweetness and then... metallic as your lips mesh together for a heavenly moment. He feels alive, this was what he needed, the soothing balm for his soul and any other wound only you could provide. He's like a vampire, a parasite leeching off of your very essence so he could be himself around you. Cowardly burrowing into the safety of your heart. You squirm just a tad, your fingers carding through his brown hair as you try to keep up. He pulls back after his nose can't push more air through and keeps his lips hovering over yours, feeling the heat from your mouth mingle with his as he sees your lips stained red with his blood. Just as he's going to comment on how disgustingly erotic it is to see you like that, he pushes away the indecent thoughts, using the bandage on his wrist to wipe your mouth instead.

"Okay, I'll be good for now. You can call for extraction.~"

It was a dumb thing to do and could be seen as him being territorial or jealous, but the reality of it was that it was the natural order of things when it came to the way he processed his affections. Someone gets in between the two of you in any way?

An uglier and more dangerous past version of himself would have called for an immediate execution, there was a reason he held the titles that he did. He did his very best to keep that mentality at bay, rebuking it every time he felt a dark urge that he felt needed to be dealt with, mostly for your sake and for the sake of the promise he made to a friend once. Though he can't lie and say that's not who he is anymore, he can always find a better way to get his point across... even if a wishful bullet to the head comes out in the form of a kiss on your precious lips. He'll try for you. He'll wear the fastidious label proudly and be Dazai, a jealous man.

[agonyandy]

Honestly I think seeing guys change on t is hot as fuck. Show me how much your dick is growing show me how hairy you’re getting let me hear your voice drop

YESS THANK YOU. I love voice progress videos, like YESSS sound like a MAN. I had like zero clit before T, and genuinely 2 weeks in I could reach down and feel my dick starting to grow. It made me so happy and horny.

Seeing my leg hair get thicker, seeing hair grow up my torso, feeling some facial hair finally come in?? Shaving my face makes me so so happy. I love being a man, and I love being horny Abt it.

[longing-for-rain]

You want to prove Zuko is the better man so bad but he only got 1 kid and Aang got 3 so who’s the ‘alpha’ now?

😬😬😬 Maybe I spoke too soon when I said Kataang shippers weren’t as outwardly misogynistic as they used to be

[isuggestforcemasc]

Haha I see we all saw the same "forcemasc isn't good or transgressive like forcefem" post

To be frank, I actually enjoy both forcemasc and forcefem, and I liked that op's regular forcefem posts weren't transphobic towards trans men. But that post (and a reply they gave in the replies) pissed me off. I can't imagine basing enjoyment around forcefem or forcemasc around which is "more transgressive". Is it not enough to simply enjoy masculinity or enjoy feminity (or seek the beauty in them), or have harmless fantasies that make you feel good?

Sorry you don't have to post this ask if you fear it's combative or anything, I suppose I just really wanted to say this. Forcefem and forcemasc being inherently opposed is supposed to be a joke or a bit. Why must we fight over which is better when we can simply shake hands and say "you do you"

[applecherrytea]

Casper Rock Star

Request from Anon: HIIII Can I request some Danny Phantom/Fenton x rockstar!reader? Like, Reader is the musical star of the school, sings and plays the electric guitar like no one else. And loves to flirt, with Fenton flirts subtly, leaving the poor boy confused, but with Phantom is shameless. (if you do, please leave me anonymous 🙏

A/N: I’m honestly so happy to get my first request! It’s been a while since I’ve watched Danny Phantom but I’ll try my best to make this to the best of my capabilities! Thank you so much Nonnie for the RQ and I hope you enjoy!! I hope you don’t mind if I did a bit more here. I really wanted Phantom to flirt back, I hope you’re cool with that!

CW/TW: GN/Masc! Reader, fluff...that's it.

[Masterlist]

You really didn’t mean to get caught up in another ghost attack! Honest! It wasn’t your fault the big bad of the week decided that they were gonna use your body as a possessed hostage! If you did, you would’ve taken your band mates' offer to drive you home that night. You're so lucky that Phantom came on quickly to save you, for maybe the fourth time this month…

“Phantom! Wow, is it a coincidence or are you just really obsessed with seeing me?” You say as you wrap your arms around him, slowly lowering your neck onto his chest as he flies you back down from the insane ghost villain lair you were held in. “Or,’ the ghost started “you like me so much that you intentionally get ghosts to kidnap and possess you.” he chuckled as he lowered your body, as your feet touched solid ground, your other band mates started coming towards you. “ [reader], are you okay?” Andy questioned as they started patting you down in search of any injury. “I’m fine, Ands! Besides, Phantom saved me~” Phantom’s eyes darted over to the side as you leaned onto him in a mock sigh. “Just doing my job!” He said with his goofy smile.

“Thanks again Phantom!” Andy thanked the hero as they took you by the hand, the rest of the band following suit, fretting over you. You looked back and waved Phantom goodbye, who did the same as he watched you be pulled away and into a car. “Wipe the blush off Danny, you look terrible.” Danny yelps at Sam's sudden appearance beside him, Tucker close behind with his hands covering his face, trying not to laugh at his friend. “Could you both stop that? Besides, we don’t even interact in my civies! There’s no way they’re interested in me, only Phantom.” He said with a wave of his hand, “now come on, let’s get going. I don’t wanna wake up sleep deprived tomorrow.”

It was the next day already and you were walking through the halls of Casper High. As you walk through the jam-packed halls, you bump into the local ‘freak’ as people call him. Daniel Fenton. “Woah there Fenton! Don’t want you falling now do we?” you say as you help him stand properly, “Y-yeah. Thanks [reader]..” You stare at him confused, “We never interacted though, so how’d you know my name?” you smirked as you watched him blush and stammer “I uh! Heard about it from around! Yeah…” Danny scratched the back of his head in embarrassment as you chuckled. “Haha, well then, guess I’ll see you around Fenton.” you waved at him as you walked away. Danny waved back as well, red still tinting his cheeks. “Okay you’ve interacted. No more reason not to say they aren’t interested in you.” Sam said as she slung her arm around his neck.

“Gah!! Sam!” he yelped “I said stop doing that..”Danny said irritated as Tucker laughed behind him. “Man was that hilarious! You should have seen how stupid you looked!” Danny groaned as he continued walking to his class, Sam and Tucker close behind.

It was finally the end of the day, students rushed out of their classrooms to go out, and others went on to their clubs. You were one of those that stayed behind, practicing for the upcoming music fest that the town was gonna hold. You walked out of the classroom with confidence, guitar bag slung over one shoulder and backpack held in the other hand.

As you walk the halls, you bump once again into Danny. “Woah! Watch it kid, I might ask if you fell for me haha!” You joked as you helped him up from the ground. He winced as he stood up “Thanks [reader], sorry for bumping into you again…” he smiled lopsidedly, you raised your brow at him, eyeing him for a little while. “Hey, have we met before today?” you asked the boy, “I feel like I’ve seen you somewhat..” his eyes widen, he lets out an awkward chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. 

“Hehehe..I don’t know what you're thinking about.” he says, almost breaking in cold sweat as you inspect him further. “Nah, must have been someone else. Say, we’re gonna show at the music fest later this week. Wanna come and see us?” You invited Danny, he seemed to like it as his eyes glimmered for a bit. “Sure!” he replied, “I’d love to go and watch! You won’t mind if I bring my friends as well right?” you chuckle as you pat his shoulder, “Music fest’s for everyone. Bring who you’d like.” you winked as you walked away.

notes: Hiiii so sorry this is short! Wanted to pump this out as soon as possible…but worry not! I do plan on maybe making this a series, maybe a two parter. So stay updated for that one okay! Byeeee and thank you so much for reading this!!

[forcebookish]

oh hello...🤤

BOOK KASIDET as ARM ANON Perfect 10 Liners, ep.3

[gilverrwrites]

Fuck or Die with Roman and Tim, where Roman makes you whine about how Tim’s noticeably smaller cock is oh so big that you can hardly take him.

Requests are still closed, I was only gonna answer this with a couple of paragraphs about how much I liked it but it ran away with me.

Warnings: Non/dub-con, toxic-masculinity

That's pretty hot tbh. “It- it’s too big… too big.” You cry out, burrowing your head into Red Robin’s shoulder, trying to pretend Black Mask and his firing squad aren't watching. “Can’t take it, it hurts.”

Tim knows you're lying, playing along with Roman’s sick and twisted script, but you're shaking like a leaf, hands pawing at him for comfort as your soft, heated walls pulse around him.

He knows he’ll regret his actions later, but your sweet whines and your weak, needy body, the way it begs for him, its all scratching an itch he didn't know he had.

He holds the back of your head with a gloved hand, pressing you further into the crook of his neck as he fucks into you wildly, pistoning in and out of you like his life depends on it. To a degree, it does, but Black Mask had made no demands on Tim’s pace or the force behind it. He’ll only have himself to blame when he remembers the way he erratically pumps you full of cum with his mouth bitten shut for fear that whatever words might slip out won't be a comfort to you.

And of course when its over, Roman offers a slow clap in mock applause. He makes Tim clean up the mess he's made of you, keeps him on his knees to watch while Roman stretches you out on his own cock. “N-no please no, it hurts!” You mean it this time, and it makes Tim’s chest ache. He can tell by the way your eyes well with tears, your nails biting into Romans shoulders for purchase, the way your sex grows dark and swollen with each thrust. Not to mention he can see the difference when Roman waves his cock around in Tim’s face. The thickness, the length.

“Get a good look little bird, this is what a real cock looks like.” Roman goads as he rubs his tip against Tim’s lips, smearing your juices against his skin. Tim hates how his own dick starts to grow hard again. But what he hates the most is how quickly he submits when Roman tells him to -”Bend over, spread those cheeks, birdy. If you wanna know what it feels like to be fucked right.”

[pigdemonart]

I'm going to be completely honest I thought the vampire in your lesbian vampire comic was transmasc for the longest time

LOL i dont blame you, to me she is just butch but

She rides the line. Characters would address Vicente with she/he pronouns and she’s been living -as a man- for like what? Centuries?

It’s all fluid here. But its 100% sapphic for sure.

[dragonstailbutch]

Hey sorry i am trying to like. find examples of what you mean when you talk about mra stuff and (trans)misogyny in forcemasc content and tumblr search has betrayed me once again, can you explain?

(sorry I normally wouldn't ask but I wanna make sure I'm not perpetuating anything!! Also fucking tumblr search!!! it is ridiculous!)

so ive been sitting on this ask for months since ive got it. i want to do it justice and try to take it at face value that its being honest in asking.

The thing is, theres this trend and a weird amount of effort to be like force femme, to be forceful and like its something to fearful of and give in to. But we cant do that, cause all that does is reinforce the idea that being a man is a toxic thing. I saw this post the other day where a transman talked about like, the whole "raised as a weapon" thing, the violence and horror of being a man and raised that way versus how they felt growng into it as a transman. How they wanted to reclaim that phrase or something? i could be misremembering.

But that was never the intent of forcemasc. It wasnt actually about being a dude, literally *forcing* someone who was unwilling into masculinity, none of the posts that i made that started the community (and yes i, a transfem butch woman, started and made this community and some of yall need to get over yourselves) were ever about that, it was intended to be a soft mimic or even a call to forcefemme.

i was all about making it soft and tender for a reason, cause if i didnt i was only reinforcing the toxic masculinity narrative, "men fighting in the mud" "men are dominant and cool" " to be a man is to be forced into masculinity and to be disgusted with the feminine" or whatever. When masculinity isnt about just men, and being butch isnt just being masculine. masculinity should also be sensitivity, not domination. i wanted it to be better, show a better side of what masculinity could be, what being butch is.

Ive spoken before a bit too, about the tags people used and added to forcemasc, and really maybe i was wrong in ever naming it forcemasc. people used and still use tags like autoandrophilia, autoandrophile, androphile, autogynephilia, androphilia, and autogynephile. Ive seen so many people with urls and tags and posts calling themselves transandrobros, literally calling themselves MRAs, as if that was something to be proud of, as if they dont understand that they arent fighting for their and our rights, they're fighting for cis-mens rights by using those names and terms, not transmascs/transmens rights. I can understand ignorance, but weve talked about how the words you use have history, especially those like the tags i mentioned and androphilia and androphobia and others, all of them have roots in deeeeeeeply misogynistic and transphobic people and history.

Literally all of these are awful and are phrases that arent and wont be reclaimed because theyre history is one of pain and hurting trans people, one of coercive 'help', literal forced detransitioning and reinforcement of MRA and terf narrative that men are both good and the worst creature alive and that to be a woman is to be disgusting and the purest thing all at once. That to be a transwoman is sick and we shouldnt be trusted.

Im trying to be very kind, not scream and rage, not because i dont desperately want to, but because if i do, as a butch transwoman, ESPECIALLY cause i claim being butch, people wont listen to me no matter how much of what i say is meaningful. one of the reasons why im doing this NO, instead of in anothr day or two, is that im coming to terms with the fact that the situation will just get qorse, not better without words.

Part of why im still sane is that ive gotten a couple asks here and there about how my posts and creation of the community has helped them and its so wonderful to see that, genuinely so amazing to see people recontextualize and love themselves. its wonderful and im so fucking happy about it.

i personally made this space so i could love myself, who i am as a trans person and my body, and i knew that other people needed and wanted that for themselves too and i wanted to help, share this love with more people. That to be hairy and chubby and masculine and butch was a nice thing. But to me it feels like it was coerced into being a thing for Men. A thing no longer for me or people like me who share the butch culture and name to no longer enjoy cause people unfamiliar with kink and tran history have decided that masculinity and butchness are the exact same thing. Id say people should go be a bear, but you wont learn their culture either and thats cruel and insulting to bears.

We deserve better You deserve better. Stop falling for the lies and hate. We beg you

[customboytoyz]

concept: forcemasc cruise. gets advertised as a ladies cruise, a couple hundred or thousand women on a boat in the ocean with nowhere to run. maybe some people know what the cruise does and send others on it. the staff carefully plan to change the guests, aphrodisiacs and sleep aids in the food, injecting them with T in their sleep, subliminals and hypno playing in all the music and on the tvs, subtle and hidden. they transition slowly and easily, unaware, and they don't notice changes in themselves or others, but they're hornier and hornier with each passing day. eventually they get to a point too far along to hide, but the guests can't fight, easily aroused and hypnotically conditioned to accept the forcemascing, trying to resist but unable to stop it. there's an underlying element of the pleasure cruise—that they boarded the boat to enjoy themselves on the ocean, and aren't they enjoying themselves? isn't the pleasure just getting higher and higher? they should just give in. they should sit and take it. bend over, baby, just a little pinch and you'll feel even better. look here, lovely, focus on the screen, don't worry about my hands on your growing cock. don't you like the feeling of the hair on your chest? don't worry, keep petting it and you will, we're just going to shave your head, it'll all match in length soon.

if it leads to orgies, well. that's to be expected. a boat full of horny men finding release in each other? that's every other story about the navy. two men find each other on the pool deck, frotting and grinding, aware there's people around and feeling the shame of that but unable to control themselves. hot, heavy kisses, tdicks bumping together, hands roaming all over, and the other men start feeling hot and heavy too, grabbing each other, rolling onto the deck and crashing into deck chairs. a dining deck a few stories up can see, dinner and a show, and before long the after dinner party starts, wine and whiskey flowing. eventually they dock, somewhere sunny and warm, each guest going out to explore the city, but even off the boat they can't keep their hands to themselves, no matter where they are. other guests or folks from the city, it doesn't matter, they find themselves going at it in parks and stock rooms, on hikes and beaches, no need to speak the same language, just touching and touched. some bring women back to the ship to join the cruise, not that they'll leave that way.

they dock at the end of the trip, each guest sent off with new names and photos in passports, old faces in a new shapes, and a "thank you for sailing with us, sir. we hope to see you again." where they go from there, that's up to them, but they'll almost certainly be back again. maybe for another "ladies" cruise, to welcome the new men in the warmest (and wettest) way they know.

- dissertation anon

hi sorry dissertation anon i didn't have time to read this. this fucking rips 10000/10

[forcemasculinisation]

I agree with the anon asking about T-dick. We need more content.

Imagine bumping into a girl one day who looks like she's trying to look like a guy but doing a poor job of it. She's got half a used tube of low dose T-cream, wears a jock and a packer and binds. It's the not quite short enough hair and voice that tips you off.

A perfect candidate to be forcemasced perhaps?

Trigger Warnings: Dubious consent.

I'd say shes already on her way to being easily manipulated, pretty malleable even. He just needs that extra push to know what's best for him.

Once you get to know her, she piles on excuses about her appearance. Her shaggy hair covers half her face, like she is insecure about her soft features. She swears she binds for some sort of personal preference, and takes T to help her gain an advantage in track. There's no point in justifying the silicone dick between her legs; but she still finds a way to try and convince you. It puts her in the right mindset - that's all.

You take stronger medication than her, enanthate injections, and you eventually coax out of her that she's curious about it. Says she's always been curious about upping her dose, but scared about the effects. You give her the illusion of consent by letting her know, casually, of some of the major changes she could see. Thicker and longer body hair. A much deeper voice. Coarser skin and less curves. You joke with her that an increased sex drive is another common effect, and his eyes subtly widen at that.

Soon enough, months of her straddling you as you push your needle into her skin go by. You're already starting to see major changes, and soon enough a man stands before you. His hair is still long, shoulder length by the time facial hair starts to show, but - seemingly on her own accord - he buzzes it off. She still seems uncomfortable with such sudden changes, as anyone would be, but it's your job to assure him that it's all fine. She'll still be straight if she presents this way, and straight guys love masculine girls (a sweet lie, of course, but how else will you pursuade him?).

It's fun to watch him flush as you call him a good man (a good boy, occasionally) for taking his shots so well. You get to introduce him as your mate, your boy to others, using he/him pronouns, and watch with pride as his protests of "I'm actually a girl" falter with every moment.

Social transition is the hardest. But he'll get there soon enough. He's your boy toy now.

[cator99]

out of curiosity, would you consider yourself butch?

used to be a blonde underweight twink and now I'm a based jock still got the chanel bag and the sick albeit matured mind of a suckpig to prove it so I'm gonna let you decide whether you wanna call me that word just cuz I got a pussy and short hair. I promise you that there have been enough advancements made in the art of lesbian sexual dynamics in the past 50 years to broaden the vocabulary used to describe the plethora of types of masculine females.

[raviollies]

I LOVE that your male elves are actually pretty in a feminine way, even the "broodier" ones; For me, that was always the appeal of elven men

thank you but the god honest truth is that I just suck at drawing not feminine features

[allastoredeer]

Personally I think Alastor, Lucifer AND Angel are on the pretty boy side of the scale and none of that has to do with their preferences in bed. More like in... How to say it... Body type and behavior? All three are obviously men but don't quite adhere to the masculine/feminine dichotomy.

With Alastor it seems to me that he is closer to "masculine" but not in an alpha range, but in that he sees himself as a "gentleman" and at least a part of him consciously or unconsciously knows that the male representation has more privilege, but he doesn't particularly care as much

AAngel just does his thing, and I think Angel has benefited from and used looking more "delicate" or "feminine" more than once to his advantage in getting underestimated. I think that gender in general is quite fluid for Angel, but not so much because he has thought about it but because living and dead, roles have been imposed on him that he has taken as a mask for himself.I imagine he is very comfortable with himself now but the impression I got is that Angel oscillates between hating and loving his own traits due to how little control he has and how he is perceived.

(I'm thinking specifically about how he talks about his body and how attractive it is but sees himself as only important because of those kinds of things. After E4 it's obviously in a much better place. What I'm saying is that with Angel it's complicated because it's part his own feelings and part coping mechanis)

Lucifer actually exudes an aura of seduction, it's just those bedroom eyes and his whole vibe when he decides he's going to crush this guy he met 5 minutes ago. But I think the show did well to represent a beauty that tends more towards androgynous with him. And as we've already talked about, Lucifer gives off very versatile vibes, I think he would be the middle ground.

I definitely agree that all three of them are on the pretty boy side. Pretty, pretty, pretty boys

(I couldn't find a better gif of Angel forgive me)

Though, I do see Alastor more on the feminine side than the masculine side. He is a gentleman, but sometimes I think people lean too far into him being a gentleman.

Like, not to bring Websters Dictionary into this (Cambridge Dictionary technically) but the definitions of gentleman are:

A polite way of talking to or referring to a man. Obvious one, but not the definition people use.

A man of a high social class. Which, yeah, considering Alastor is an Overlord in Hell, technically he is part of a high social class. But that's not typically the type of gentleman he is depicted as either.

A man who is polite and behaves well towards other people, especially women: This is the one I think people lean on, which I find funny because Alastor is polite and he can behave well, but typically that is only aimed at women. Not people in general. I see him being a gentleman with women, but even then, not all the time - does that make sense?

Like, there are times he still acts like a mean little bastard, even to women (albeit less often) like when Charlie was having a break down in her bedroom cuz she found out her girlfriend has been lying to her for years and she'd essentially doomed everybody she cared about. Alastor had no sympathy for her, he didn't actually care about the situation, he went up there with the sole intent to get something from her. He was blunt, rubbed her situation in her face, and then gaslit, gatekeeped, and girlbossed his way into getting a deal out of her.

Yes, his words were crafted in a way that can seem gentlemanly, but that doesn't mean he was being a gentleman. He wasn't being polite, he was being a sassy, condescending little shit.

And I'm not saying Alastor isn't a gentleman, he definitely acts like a one when he wants to be, especially around those he likes or respects (like Rosie, Niffty, and Zestial - and yes, even Charlie and Vaggie). But like...most of the time? He's just a smooth-talking bitch with fancy words (affectionate).

Don't get me wrong, I definitely see Alastor as being a gentleman, but I don't see him being as much of a gentleman as people make him out to be, which actually might be the reason why he so often loses his clownish, trolling nature in fanon, because that gentlemanly characteristic he's been given implies some level of general politeness and good behavior, which cancels out when he's trolling and/or insulting people. He can be more passive-aggressively and subtle about it, like he did with Lucifer, but I still wouldn't call that being a gentleman.

I agree with Angel though! I think, while Angel has benefitted looking more feminine, he also enjoys presenting as feminine. I can see him being very fluid in it.

"the impression I got is that Angel oscillates between hating and loving his own traits due to how little control he has and how he is perceived."

THIS! ⬆️ Definitely agree with this. 100%. Perfectly said.

As for Lucifer, I do see the seduction side of him, even if I think it's overblown at times. He has amazing bedroom eyes. I agree that there is an androgynous beauty to him, but at the same time, idk a lot of the time, he still came off as very masculine to me. Could've been the way he carried himself. Could've been his voice. Could've been the way he spoke. Don't know for sure.

I think Lucifer can fluctuate before feminine and androgynous, but overall, he felt masculine most of the time.