#thanks for the lovely ask cutie!!!

[i-like-forcefem]

Anon confession sorry if it isn't the right space for this but like, I'm a nonbinary transmasc who loves getting forcefemmed but not into detrans at all? Like the feeling of being called a good girl is so rewarding but I still hate getting called she/her,, Tbh I didn't realise it'd be a thing for me but dressing up in cute clothes and being told that I don't get to be a gross boy is so hot, it makes me feel like a girl but not in the cis way? Still in a queer way? Do you have any takes on that or suggestions on how to explore it more? I often seen forcefem content being about just, taking estrogen forcefully which isn't really something that'd suit someone who doesn't need estrogen hrt

Thats awesome!!! This is the perfect place btw! And there’s plenty of guys into forcefem who still are guys! (for now at least ;3)

Your gender identity informs your kinks, and it’s so so lovely to see how yours affects your forcefem desires!!! And you’re not a girl so of course being forced to be one still feels queer!

As for how to explore it more, I’ve got a couple suggestions for you cutie:

1) Read more *fun* forcefem! I recommend Hentai they have no limits and it’s awesome!!! (Ask in DMs if ya need a good starting place ;3)

2) it’s always most fun to do this stuff with someone else! Maybe chat with some people in tumblr and see if someone would like to dom for you! Or maybe you and them can take turns domming and being the sub!

And then it’s already so fun when they order you to dress up, or you give yourself a budget for fun stuff and they get to decide how it’s used! Or having some long range toys they can use (while still teasing you through vc for how much of a slut you are for enjoying this, or maybe praise you for being such a good girl and taking it this well if that’s more to your liking!)

3) explore how your secondary kinks interact with the main one! From petplay to bondage there’s not a single kink that doesn’t make a beautiful combination with forcefem, so expireren with your secondary kinks and see what appeals to you the most!!!

And just remember to have some fun cutie! Practice good after care, know your gender is still valid despite what you do in kink (no matter how hard you go) and if you’re ever uncomfortable remember you can always just stop!

Stay safe, experiment, and have fun!

[toasternuggets]

Polyhatz?

🥹

[sugarpasteltmnt]

Paradise has me in a CHOKEHOLD-

The boy is finally getting the comfort to his hurt and he deserves everything 💙💙💙

Thanks for the amazing fic as per usual!

IM SOBBING???

this is so sweet and soft and lovely THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭💘💖💞🩵😭😭💘💖🩵💓

[gatorgrumbles]

Hello! I just wanna say your drawings of Frieza are simply amazing! I don’t know if you take requests, but would you be willing to draw Frost too?

I haven't met Frost yet but he seems like a nice boy so here's the chilly squad featuring Cooler

[httpiastri]

pepe story ahh!!

STOPPPPP 😭😭😭😭

[whatwooshkai]

for the smoke & mirrors ask - have you had 16 yet?

"You do it! You're the leader!"

"I am not asking! Boulder, you ask."

"Okay-"

"Actually, nevermind. This is stupid. I'll just use my hoses-"

"No! You are not spraying me in the face again, you almost broke my optics-"

"Oh shut up, you were fine!"

"Barely!"

"Blades is correct, that level of pressure-"

"Stay out of this, Chase!"

"Seriously, guys, I don't mind asking-"

Cody sighs, lowering the lift all the way down before the rescue bots break out into an all out brawl. Five minutes of listening to them bicker and yet he still has no idea what they want.

"Hey guys!" he announces, and every helm snaps over. Cody is suddenly aware of the size difference. "Whatcha talkin' 'bout?"

The rescue bots' gazes flit between Cody and each other, seemingly having a silent conversation before Boulder pipes up and says, "We want you to wash our faces."

"Huh?"

"Our faces," Chase repeats. "We would like you to wash them."

"Yeah, I heard," Cody says, giving them a lopsided smile. "I just wanna know why."

"Well, back on Cybertron you'd have to go to a detailer to get your face properly cleaned," Blades explains. "Lots of small seams, big servos, it's not exactly easy to do it yourself. But we figured, since your servos are so small...?"

None of the rescue bots are looking at him. Boulder is very interested in their hands, Blades is scuffing his feet, Heatwave is tapping a beat on his arm that makes Chase's finials flick in time.

Oh my god. Are they... embarrassed?

Cody coughs into his fist to stifle a laugh. His dad says it all the time: "For a race of advanced alien robots, they're just as bad as us."

"I can wash your faces!" Cody assures them. "Frankie'll be here soon, and she'll be happy to help too!"

There's clear embarrassment radiating off the bots, but Cody decides not to let them stew in it and runs to the storage closet to grab the supplies, fumbling with his comm link at the same time.

"Hey, Frankie," he says, pressing his cheek to his shoulder as he puts the car soap in a bucket with some sponges and towels. "How far are you?"

"Walking in now," her voice crackles over the comm line. "Why?"

"The bots asked for their faces washed, so we're doing that," he explains, grabbing a second bucket.

"Why...?"

Cody shrugs, then realizes she can't see him. "Because they asked. Isn't that a good enough reason?"

Frankie sighs, but there's a smile in her voice. "I guess so. Coming down the lift now."

"Don't get off, we'll need some height." Cody carries his supplies out of the closet, past the bots who are currently greeting Frankie, up onto the lift beside her. He sets down their supplies and they divide them between each other, and Heatwave fills their buckets when prompted.

Boulder and Blades come forward first, sitting down and letting Frankie adjust the lift so they're at the perfect height.

Cody has been close to the rescue bots before. He sits on their shoulders, they carry him around in their hands, sometimes they sit him atop their helms! But he realizes that he's never been this close to their faces, and now he understands why they wanted this.

Boulder's faceplate isn't perfectly smooth, there are small grooves and seams and scratches and scuffs, there's little divots under their optics that almost look like tear ducts. Cody dips the sponge into the soapy water and starts on Boulder's cheek, but nearly drops it when the rumbling starts up.

Blades had slumped over immediately, leaning his chin onto the railing of the lift, and while Boulder was doing a better job of keeping themselves upright, twin rumbling rises from their chests, the unmistakable purr of an engine.

Frankie and Cody exchange looks, not wanting to ruin the moment. Like cats! Frankie signs excitedly, and Cody can't help but grin, because they are.

There's a shocking amount of dirt on Boulder's face, so it takes almost two hours to get the towel to come out clean when he wipes it across their cheek. Blades has fully fallen asleep.

Heatwave's tapping his arm impatiently while Chase has busied himself with a book, but his tapping foot is giving him away as well.

"All done!" Cody announces, clapping his hands together, and Boulder blinks sleepily, before giving him a big smile.

"Thank you!" they say brightly, standing up shakily and picking up Blades with them, making room for the other two.

Chase takes a spot in front of Frankie as Heatwave sits in front of Cody. He leans onto his hands to brings his face close enough for Cody to reach it.

Heatwave looks exhausted already, and far worse for wear than Boulder did. It almost seems like there's dark circles under his optics, there's dirt crusted into the scar on his cheek and in the seams of his jaw, and there's a dent just below his left optic.

He's asleep in minutes.

All four rescue bots' engines purr in time.

[bananielle]

vivi…. thoughts are being thunk

oh god. ihan… ( ;´ - `;) i’m such a sucker for tying pretty boys up <3 leehan would love to be restrained i think. he’d watch you with sparkling eyes and that exact smirk as you tied his arms tight to his body and went in to blindfold him. he just thinks you’re so hot when you’re in the lead and basically manhandling him. i think he’d be a bit giggly as you’re touching him too :p but he’d be so quick to crumble and turn into a moaning mess, especially if you kissed his eyelids through the blindfold

[froggychair05]

Hello!!

WAUGH I JUST POSTED THE CHAPTER YOU’RE SO FAST??

THESE ARE SO CUTE THANK YOU I’M GONNA CRY 🥺

[llumimoon]

No one asked for these I just wanted to draw them LMAO anyways have a cute lil Normal and Link hanging out <3

[violinist-rachel]

What do you think of my cat 😛

"Oh, how adorable!" " We received a box of little kittens like this at my local shelter some time ago!"

"They've all gotten adopted since then, but I still can't help but think about them sometimes. I hope they're happy with their new owners!"

[rimunagenius]

fic idea Hannah Stuelke gets a girlfriend

Flowers

ʚ pairing: Hannah Stuelke x reader

ʚ word count: 2.3k words

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , language, nothing else other than ‘y/n’ being used once.

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: thank you anon for requesting!! sorry it took so long to get this out, i started from the bottom of my inbox and i’m going to work my way up, and yours was my first one!! I hope you like this, enjoy!!

| Masterlist | Women’s Basketball Masterlist |

You had been sick the last couple of days, being waited on hand and foot by your best friend Hannah. When she wasn’t at basketball practice or playing games, she was at your apartment, helping you recover to get you right again for your track season.

You had missed the last two meets and several practices, feeling so drained and weak, you couldn’t even get out of bed to support from the sidelines. So, you layed in bed, rotting away and watching movies and shows with Hannah.

“Are you seriously going to stay here with me all night long?” You looked at your friend, scoffing at her while she took amusement in your nasally voice, and the tissue hanging out of your nose.

“Yes. You need to rest, so whatever you want, i’ll help.” You could literally kiss her. You’ve never had a friend who did stuff like this for you before. Who was willing to risk getting sick to help you and make sure you got better.

“Oh my god. Hannah Stuelke, I could marry you.”

“Oh, yeah? When’s the wedding?” She smiled, as she got up to get another bottle of water for the both of you.

“Right now. Come kiss your bride.” You thought she was the cutest little giant to ever grace this planet. It didn’t help that Kate accidentally outed Hannah’s secret crush to you a week ago while you guys had been at the baseball game for Iowa—when you had inherently taken being not sick, for granted—It slipped. She didn’t mean to. You had confided in her, her being your cousin and all, and you mentioned that you thought Hannah was cute but didn’t know if she liked girls.

You were overjoyed to find out that she indeed, did like girls. Ever since then, you have been more flirty and so has she.

“Alright, bet.” She pretended to turn heel and make her way back to you, but then turned around, cheeks red, and wandered into the kitchen. You could barely see her through the open bedroom door.

“Booo! Hannah!! I hope you miss your layups tomorrow, and I hope the other team wins!” they don’t. You shouted, hearing her chuckle at your exclamations.

“How about you shut up, and get some sleep, grinch!” She shouted back, you gasped dramatically.

“I told you that in confidence, asshole!” You laughed before turning off the bedside lamp next to you. You shut the tv off, your LED lights being the only way you could see the look on Hannah’s face.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I won’t bring up the grinch thing again.” She handed you the bottle of water, before she grabbed her blanket and turned towards the door.

“You’re not staying?” You asked meekly. You both agreed to have a sleepover tonight. Even though you were sick, she couldn’t say no. This was the fourth one this week.

“I am. I just don’t want to lay next to you, you’re dying. I don’t choose death, I choose basketball.” She wrapped the blanket around her, the ac making your apartment feel like the midst of antarctica.

“Oh, so you love basketball more than me? Okay.” You plopped down, throwing the comforter over your head.

“Yes. I actually want to play in the Big 10 tournament, not be sick as a dog in bed. Sorry, babe.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Go sleep on the couch then. Goodnight, love you.” You said, already drowsy.

“Goodnight drama queen, love you.” She closed the door, laughing as she heard you gasp at the playful insult.

The next morning, you felt better. Great even. The last four days of lying in bed, consistently taking medicine, and letting your body recover from the sickness worked. Hannah worked.

You got up, walking into the bathroom, finding a small note taped to the mirror. ‘Hope you feel better! I’ll see you later tonight after the game. Love you!’. You truly didn’t deserve this girl.

You sent her a quick text, thanking her for the note, and hopped in the shower. You decided you were going to crash the track practice today. You still weren’t up for running the whole practice, but a light warmup and maybe some of the conditioning would be okay. Plus, you’d attend the game at Carver, but you didn’t buy tickets on time and now they were sold out.

Before leaving, you had about two hours, so you threw all your blankets and sheets into the washer and dryer, ridding your room of any sickness. You opened the blinds, letting light in, cracking the window even.

You made yourself breakfast, and started to get ready. You didn’t know if it was the four days that she spent at your house, or just the recent closeness between you and Hannah, lack of separation thereof, but you couldn’t stop thinking about her. You already missed her and she’s only been away for three hours.

You wanted to tell her that you loved having her over all the time, all the hugs she gives you, the comfort and security she provides by just being near you. You wanted to make flirty jokes without having to pretend your joking. You wished you could just tell her how you feel since you know she feels the same way. You just wanted her.

You even told your teammate about it. You figured you should definitely ask her about trying to make the first move on Hannah since she made the first move on her girlfriend, Maya. Plus, she was the only one on the team that new about your infatuation with the 6’2” forward.

As you and Camila walked to your designated stretching and conditioning spot, you told her your situation.

“I don’t know what to do. I like her so much, but I have no idea how to tell her or show her without totally freaking her the fuck out.”

Kate and Camila listened to you and Hannah express the confusion and frustration of not knowing how to make the first move.

Kate and Hannah had mentioned it briefly in the locker room. Hannah shutting it down when the other girls walked in.

During stretching and pregame, Hannah and Kate were secluded and that’s when she voiced her frustration. Kate knew what it was like. She went through the same thing with her ex girlfriend, Sydney.

“Just be cool, and calm. Give her flowers, and be straight. Trust me, I know my cousin and she loves flowers. She loves the small but thoughtful gesture. Then, just ask her to be your girlfriend, I guarantee you, she won’t say no.” Kate reassured Hannah. Kate knew you best, and she knew that you didn’t need a grand gesture to express the love you had to share. Hannah nodded, taking the idea and saving it for after practice.

“Go straight for it. Definitely be straight up. Be like ‘Hey, I like you. Then bam, kiss her.” Camila was way too enthusiastic and unserious. You gave her an incredulous look, as you both stretched, instantly regretting asking her.

“Uh…how about I don’t..do that.” You continued to stretch your legs, balancing trying to do the flamingo.

“It worked for me.” Camila shrugged her shoulders. “Assert your dominance, it’ll work.” She nodded her head, a big grin on her face. She totally wasn’t joking.

“I’m not a damn dog, Camila. I don’t need to assert anything. What about if I give her flowers and just ask her to be my girlfriend? That would work, right?” You scrunched your eyebrows, hoping to hear a yes so you didn’t actually have to go with Camila’s plan.

“Oh, yeah. That could work too. Didn’t think about that one.” Camila looked at the ground, before giggling to herself.

“Of course you didn’t.” You shook your head and continued on with your practice. You were going to stop at trader joe’s later, buy Hannah flowers, and make her your girlfriend.

You didn’t know if it was the nerves or just the total blindsidedness of watching Hannah’s car pull into the parking lot, but you suddenly started to panic. You had been sitting by the window, on the phone with Kate. You were showing her the arrangement of flowers you were putting together for Hannah. Red and Blue tulips, signifying love and her being one of a kind, with some baby’s breath accents, for happiness. Tulips were her favorite so it was a no brainer.

“Oh my god, Kate! She just pulled into the parking lot.” You gasped as you looked out the window, dropping the freshly put together bouquet on the small coffee table.

“Are you spying on her?” Kate asked, laughing at your nervousness.

“No! You idiot! I’m just sitting by the window and she just so happened to park in the spot right in my view! I’m not crazy.” You pulled the curtain back a little, watching the car still run.

“Are you sure? You look a little crazy.” Kate asked, laughing silently while taking a facetime photo, the flashing catching your attention.

“Kate, i’m serious! Why hasn’t she turned the car off?” You looked through one more time, catching her car lights shut off, and the drivers side door open. “Oh shit! She’s getting out.” You grabbed your phone, walking over to the mirror hanging above the couch.

“How do I look?” You asked your cousin, after adjusting the crop top and shorts you were wearing, along with your hair.

“Like your about to not be single.” Kate winked, telling you to grab the flowers and call her back when you two were official.

“Okay, I love you, bye!” You shouted before hanging up the phone just in time to hear the lock turning. Hannah had been given a key to your place when you moved in a couple months ago.

You set your phone down, running to your room, and sitting on the bed. You didn’t want her to see you with the flowers right when she walked in, not wanting to be forced to ambush her with the question right away.

“Hey? I’m here!” Hannah shouted, putting her keys on the counter and sliding her shoes off at the door.

“I’m in the room! How was the game? Sorry I didn’t make it, I didn’t buy the tickets on time.” You were anxiously staring at the doorway, seeing her shadow move about the living room.

“No it’s okay, I know you’ll be at the next one,” You could hear her setting down her bag, as she was staying over again. Then you hear paper crinkling and was suddenly confused. What did she have that was making all that noise? “I need to talk to you, are you decent?” She asked, her shadow getting closer.

“Yeah, come in!” That’s when you saw her Hawkeye team jacket fill the doorway, noticing brown paper in her hand. That’s when you saw a bouquet of flowers.

Your hands tightened on her flowers, the anxiousness rising in the both of you. She stopped in her tracks, the sight of you and the flowers you were holding taking her by surprise.

“What are those for?” You both asked, questioning looks being exchanged between the two of you. “You first.” You said in unison again.

“Hannah.” You motioned for her to go first. You noticed the blush rising in her cheeks. She moved from side to side, not being able to stand still now that she was on the spot.

“Uh, I got these for you, obviously. Your favorite.” Pink roses and baby’s breath. You loved pink roses, as they resembled gentleness and love. Two things you prided yourself on in your social and romantic life. Plus you just loved the romantic aspect of roses. She handed you the bouquet, her nerves relaxing when she saw the awestruck look on your face. The small smile she loved now taking home on your lips.

“What for Hannah? They’re beautiful, thank you.” You smiled at her widely, your admiration for her only growing by the second. Hoping that she’d ask you what you wanted her to.

“Because a pretty girl like you deserves pretty flowers and someone who will always buy them for her, no matter the reason. I wanted to know if you’d be my girlfriend, y/n.” Her voice steady, her stance stilling, and her sincerity concrete.

You looked at her in awe. You had no words for how she made you feel in this moment. You couldn’t believe that this was your life. “Are you serious?” Your face was hot, and you were for sure that your face was turning pink by the second.

“Yes. Will you be my girlfriend?” Hannah’s nerves now coming back as you took a while to answer her question while you held the flowers she bought you.

“That’s so not fair!” You said as you set your flowers on the bed, still holding Hannah’s. Her face dropped, suddenly worried that she misread this whole thing and you did infact not want to date her. “I wanted to ask you first, dammit.” You laughed softly, still smiling wideyed at the tall girl in front of you.

She visibly relaxed, before relieved chuckling. You handed her the flowers, making sure she took them before you grabbed her face gently, rose slowly on your tippy toes, amd kissed her softly. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, Hannah Stuelke. I was beginning to think you’d never ask.” You smiled before you picked your flowers back up, and led you both into your kitchen.

She followed behind you, not saying anything. Starstruck at how you said yes to her, kissed her, and walked away like it was so normal. “Wait, youre my girlfriend?” Hannah asked, disbelief written all over her face.

“Yes, Stuelke. I am indeed, your very happy girlfriend.” You walked over, putting your flowers down on the counter, grabbing hers from her hands and putting them down right next to yours, and you grabbed her face again.

You stood in between her legs while she was seated at the island barstool in your kitchen, smiling stupidly wide at you. “Kiss me.” You whispered, smiling softly when her hands grabbed your hips, pulling you closer towards her.

She kissed you gently, the kiss itself being foreign to the both of you, but feeling so natural like you’ve been doing it forever.

[i-like-forcefem]

Okay, here me out: forcefem two guys at once and brainwash them specifically to start falling for each other and be cute little girlfriends…I cannot get that thought out of my head. How would you go about it?

Well you know you could forcefem both of them and hypnotise them to date each other, or, and hear me out here cutie, you hypnotise each of them to try and forcefem the other and turn the other into their girlfriend, the hypnosis will make them fall in love with the other, but only want the other as their girlfriend

Then I’ll teach them one on one through my usual forcefem drills, tell them how I make all my cuties (how to hide hide E in food, how to get a “guy” to admit “he” looks good in skirts, the whole 12 step program), and then let them loose on each other, both determined to make the other their girlfriend

And then they’ll be so so busy forcefemming the other that they don’t even notice that they’re also being turned into a beautiful girl

I wonder how long it will take before they realise that actually they’re a pair of cute lesbians

[rosicheeks]

hmmmm… 7/25/22? 👀

-🌸

[shkika]

I love how your moon sometimes has the TBH eyes. Peak character design :D

She's the mascot of the server for a reason!

[scarecrow-bill]

im back!! i wanna see you try drawing Brian Dougherty (s2 ep1) (u dont have to btw)

Watched this episode and i really liked this dude :D

(Welcome back =]!! )

[confusedpandabear]

Noctifa smut prompt! Sex in the Regalia hehe ;)

DISCLAIMER: This is fanfiction kids, don’t try this at home!

Tifa’s never driven something as new as the Regalia, or anything near as fast as it too.

So she hesitates, almost lets the set of keys slip through her fingers when Noctis tosses them to her over the bonnet, grinning widely at the surprised look on her face.

“I call shotgun, yeah?”

He’s kidding around because it’s just the two of them: date four and he’s already letting her drive his precious car, which is probably a good sign but make or break in a new and budding relationship, depending on whether she manages to crash it into a tree and kill the both of them. 

Tifa sent him a wry smile.

“You sure?”

“Of course,” Noctis shrugged, sliding into the passenger side. He leaned over the gearbox to open the door of the driver’s side for her too, ever the gentleman.  “I know you’re a good driver, Tifa.”

Tifa likes to think so too but she doesn’t really feel like it, driving 10mph under the speed limit because all she can concentrate on is Noctis’ unrelenting gaze on her, his attention so undivided that it has her needlessly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and saying:

“Noctis.”

“Hm?”

“You’re distracting me.”

A flash of white teeth revealed his amusement.

“I’m not doing anything but looking at you looking very sexy while driving my car. If you’re distracted, that’s your prerogative.”

Tifa scoffed, appearing unaffected, but the next time she rolled the Regalia to a stop at a red light, she reached over and palmed at his jaw to reorient his face away from hers, which had them both laughing. 

Conceding defeat, Noctis fiddled with the sound system between them, tuning them into a local radio station and then resting a hand on her upper leg. 

The contact is natural, idle for him and them, and Tifa wouldn’t have paid it any mind until she could feel his thumb tracing the line of elastic at the top of her stockings, then his fingers dipping between her thighs.

“Noct—?”

“—Eyes on the road, Tifa,” he said, smirking when she glanced at him with upturned brows. 

It was dusk and she had just turned them onto the highway, where there was no one else and nothing but an endless road through the desert for miles.

Still, it was no excuse to be touching her like that while she was driving, turning her knuckles white from her iron grip on the steering wheel as his hand strayed closer to the arousal pounding between her thighs. 

The more she tried to ignore it, the further his fingers travelled up her skirt and to her eternal horror, Tifa felt her hips cant towards them, her pulse skittering at their proximity. 

The shift, as minute as it was, does not get past Noctis when he finally lets them brush over her centre, feather-light at first, then the second time more purposeful, again and again until he pushes her underwear to one side to seek out the soft wetness that greets him and—

—And that’s when Tifa abruptly swerves the car into a lay-by, causing him to withdraw his hand to maintain his balance against the car’s interior until she screeched them to a halt.

She turned to him and huffed out angrily:

“Noctis! Are you insa—?!”

But he swallows her reprimand with his mouth on hers, unfastening his seatbelt in the process and quicker than she thought humanly possible.

He launched himself towards her, vaguely registering Tifa’s tiny yelp in surprise and her hands carding through the hair on the back of his head.

The position was uncomfortable; Noctis having to lean over the gear stick with one hand braced on the headrest behind her as the other buried itself between her legs once more.

It didn’t matter though because a kind of madness had taken over, a kind of desperation that had their tongues tangling and their hands grappling and Tifa grinding herself against the heel of Noctis’ palm as his fingers slipped and curled and worked their magic inside of her.

He manages to coax an orgasm so hard that it knocks the wind out of her, leaving her gasping and completely consumed by a surging tide of sensation engulfing her entire body.

Noctis drew back just in time to watch her fall apart, easing her through it, letting her ride it out on his fingers and taking advantage of her parted mouth to bite her bottom lip between his teeth and suckle the pain away with his tongue.

“Noctis…” she whines with hooded eyes, all weak and dazed but far from fully satisfied.

He knew what she was thinking.

“Take this back to mine?” he said but he shouldn't have wasted his breath, when Tifa put the car into gear to make a sharp U-turn and sent the tyres screeching into the night.