#tw forcemasc

[destroyerofgirls]

Fucking you until you admit you're a boy.

[masc-momentum]

T makes you so rageful, and so surprisingly strong... the other day you go into a playful fight with your Tboy friend, but like dogs you start to bite, and before you know it you're just wrestling and beating on each other.

It happens so fast, scrambling and pinning one another down.

With blood pouring down your faces, and adrenaline coursing through your veins, you press your lips together; teeth scraping against one another- biting throats and licking pooling blood from tender skin. You fight for who gets to fuck who on the floor of your basement.

[adams-r1b]

and on the sixth day God created trans guy arms and saw that it was good. (Genesis 1:32)

[pansy-tranny]

(Minors dni)

The "hyper religious catholic girl" to "kinky trans man who blasphemes at every chance he gets" pipeline is real and it happened to me

[omega-fxg-ollie]

forcemasc but it's dad raping my tight little ass when i come out to him because 'real fags take it up the ass' even as i cry and beg him to fuck my dripping empty boycunt instead

sighhh... need that badly <3

[bite-your-tongue-out]

so turns out learning how to jack off without ever touching your junk isnt actually a cool party trick and actually might mean severe bottom dysphoria that youve been ignoring since puberty

haha look no hands i moan while imagining having a massive cock 👍🫡

[steelestallion]

You will change version

[hemipenal-system]

draconic forcemasc. the dragon who kidnaps you just holds you down and bites your breasts off, then sears the wounds. you don't need those anyway, her young don't need to nurse from their mother because she's a reptile. she doesn't understand the appeal of humans shaving so she's not going to accommodate that for you, and you're going to grow hair all over the place - which will trap smells and just make you even more attractive to her. you won't necessarily have fat redistribution but the eggs in you will make it look like you have a beer belly anyway. you're gonna be such a good father to her clutch of eggs, even if it takes you a while to come to terms with it...

[fatrannyfag]

Appreciation for my scarred torso, with my lil T vial necklace 💙

[okaycoffees]

i am not on horny tumblr (i am too shy i don't think i'd survive) but like. i really get the appeal of forcemasc. the idea of my masculinity being actively desired after being told that transitioning makes me undesirable? delicious. the effects of transitioning (body hair, surgery scars, gaining fat, bottom growth) being seen as attractive despite trans people being told that they're negative traits and reasons to reconsider medically transitioning? smash. someone being so supportive of my transition that they want to fuck me for it? great. not having to feel like i am not enough of a man to be sexy? wonderful.

[destroyerofgirls]

TW: noncon, somno, intox, and yes this is all fantasy, numb nuts

Fuck, you are so fucking tight. You look so fucking peaceful when sleeping.

I can't believe the drugs actually worked.

God, fucking your unconscious body has been on my mind for months. I can't believe I actually get to do it. I deserve this, I really do. I mean c'mon, I'm the one who finally showed you that you're not a dumb little girl. You're actually a perverted little boy.

Fuck baby, I know you want this. I deserve it, after all the work I did. Got you more suitable clothes, shaved all your pretty hair off- fuck- I even got you to start T.

Fuck, there's no way you're not enjoying yourself right now. I can't believe you're not waking up. You're so hard, wet, and tight. You feel so fucking good.

Fuck, I'm going to cum. You make me so fucking pathetic, little boy. I'm going to cum deep inside you. Fill you up, you're going to wake up with my cum dripping out of that tight little hole.

Fuck your little moans are driving me crazy, here we go baby, Oh Fuuuuck

[mansdog]

[brainr0t-landfill]

T

Chapter One: You get baptized.

Captain Price x male reader

(T.W: forcemasc fetish, kidnapping, forced headshave, reader is currently girlmoding, implied stalking, implied cheating)

The road to your new home is long and wet John is stiff in his seat as the cold lights of the bumfuck, misreable town you called home for years bleed across the dark car he wonder if you can see them if you're still awake, rain splashes against his front window.

Wrongness gnaws at something burried deep in his chest even though it's been hours since your struggle has died down; your desperate pleas and pathetic threats muffled by an old rag and held in place by duct tape, all the frantic energy in your soft body weighed down by exhaustion, he feels bad for you so confused and lost but he knows he's doing what's right like his old man always told him.

"No one finds their true love, son."

He'd tell him sitting on his old throne shallow, warm glass of whiskey in hand.

"You make it, wives like your mother are for husbands like me. I didn't find her on the side of the road as she is today, made her i did."

The contradiction is that Senior Price was more shaped by his wife than his wife by him John's mother with her dishwasher white knuckles and red stained lips, an ex whore, a cols blooded creature in a warm home trying to make her claws into wings.

The contradiction is that John never wanted a woman like his mother, never wanted a woman at all.

On the edge of town he stops the truck, turns the engine off and steps outside walks through the murky mud puddles to the trunk pops it and beholds you, curled into yourself with eyes like a desperate dog you thin wrists held together by zip ties, knobby knees knocking against eachother.

He kneels infornt of you on one knee like a crude mockery.

"I know you're confused."

He tells you rubbing across your ribs,

"But in due time you'll get it luv, I'll be so good for ya, never gonna want for nothing y'hear?"

He gives you his best smile but you don't respond he shushes the sniffles with a heavy hand grabbing you by your scruff and dragging you out, you don't struggle at all and he gently rips the tape off it leaves red lines across your pretty, soft cheeks and pink lips glossy with spit.

"Please, please I won't tell anyone I need to go home please please-"

He stands there as you kneel on the ground big paw rubbing at your sore jaw as you work yourself into tears and sobs begging for things you don't want, he sees your eyes stuck where the sun is setting on the other side of the road desire peeking out like teeth.

"Shhh, shhh it's alright now, it's alright"

He tells you as he rubs his hands across your beautiful locks, such a shame

"I'm not gonna hurt ya luv, no, no not at all. But you need to trust me, alright?"

He looks down at you and clicks his tounge in dissapointment but of course, men are proud animals they play best when they think they'll win, they grasp at any chance to prove their loving masters wrong.

"Looky here, let's make a deal, yeah?"

He takes a deep breath and plays a gamble, rolls the dice knowing he holds every card.

"A year, ya stay with me a year, listen, and be good and if by the end of that year ya still wanna go back home, I'll let ya. Hell I'll even drive ya, drop ya off at the door. But untill than you play by my rules, yeah luv?"

He asks and rubs his calloused hand over your cheek watches the war raging behind those eyes.

"O-okay."

You croak out and your trembling seizes as you steel your shoulders.

"Okay, y-you've got a deal, just please don't hurt me."

He pats your head and takes the clippers out, drags you to the gutter, walk you on your knees deep into the filthy water, stains your pretty, modest white skirt not that you'll have much use of it anymore.

You start screaming again struggling like a feral dog, he thinks of what name to give you, dogs get new names after all to know what they should answer to your old one never fit you anyways.

"What are you doing-? What are you-"

He starts it up and runs it across your scalp, your soft hair falling into the water and your sweat stained blouse as be buzzes it all off, there will be better cuts in the feature; neat crew cuts like his in barber shops before your wedding and once every month, routine trims and beard oil.

"Oh don't pretend you don't know luv, look at you! Even with ya short height everybody can tell, ya make such an unconvincing girl, sweets but that's alright. Everybody strays sometimes, not ya fault ya never had anyone to guide ya right, ya just trust me, alright? Ya just trust me."

He burries your face in his crotch to muffle your noises as he shaves your head feels you go limp with shame.

He pities you, he doesn't know what it's like to be seen after a life spent hiding, to be in the light after two decades of chasing it.He strips you off your skirt and blouse there, pockets your jewelry and wedding band takes out your I.D and taps your picture there.

"Ya recognize her?"

Your lips twitch, mishapen face scrunched up in shame.

"No, ya don't, ya never did..."

He thinks for a second, what to name you, who to make you, how to love you.

"Tommy, Tom Price, ya recognize that?"

You nod and he brushes the hair off your scalp as he leads you back to the car, lays you in the back seat to stew, throws his uniform jacket over you.

"Wait-"

He looks down, at you half hidden under the jacket, pulls it further, tucks you in to hide a body that's of the past.

"Yes luv?"

"What's you name?"

He smiles and huffs out a laugh that's been brewing for weeks, weeks and weeks of watching you, feeling your yearning eyes burn kisses on his skin.

"Jonathan, Jonathan Price, ya can call me sir."

[pansy-tranny]

(Minors dni)

I want to perform as a drag king SO BAD. I've got a whole concept planned out and everything. Horny catholic priest named Father Ash Wednesday who performs to Nine Inch Nails songs (specifically, The Hand That Feeds). A mesh top with the roman collar and top surgery scars would serve catastrophic levels of cunt. I could even wear a cassock on top of all of it and take it off on stage. Giving communion wafers to the audience. Chains. Blood. It'd be so easy to use a crucifix as a phallic symbol. Do you see my vision

[pfhwrittes]

a follow up to this and this

more forcemasc/transmasc recruit under the cut.

soap x transmasc reader

tags/triggers: noncon, gender dysphoria, sex in a public space, mild verbal degradation, unprotected anal penetration (reader receiving), cum as lube, reader's genitals are referred to as "hole/s", nicknames/praise ("bonnie lad", "handsome boy"), anal creampie.

a/n: unedited and written in tumblr drafts to feel a rush.

"ah, ah, ah!"

soap mocks you in a breathy falsetto even as he grinds his cock deeper into your clenching hole. the force of his thrusts inch you further up the sweat soaked mat in the gym.

your eyes roll back into your head and you clench your jaw shut to stop the seemingly unending whimpers from edging their way out of your chest.

"no no, lemme hear ye bonnie lad." he groans as his large hand grasps at your chin roughly. soap's calloused fingers squeeze hard at the hinge of your jaw until the pain forces you to open your mouth.

more high pitched noises spill out of you and soap moans from deep in his belly.

you hate it. you hate him. revulsion wars with envy. it's not fair that he sounds so masculine when he's buried in you, rubbing your face in everything that you're not.

another filthy grind of his hips sends his cock deeper into you and causes you to clench instinctively around his fat cock. it hurts, of course, you weren't exactly prepared for soap pouncing on you as you finished your lonely work out in the gym and he didn't exactly care to stretch you out properly. he'd muttered that you were loose enough as he shoved two of his fingers into your tender hole, enjoying the feel of gaz's cum still deep inside your body.

"that's it handsome boy, you sound so sweet fer me." he pants breathlessly, clearly uncaring of the way you've gone rigid under his bulk.

soap's rhythm falters and he pulls away from your body so that he can fist his cock, resting the ruddy tip against your puffy hole as he cums.

you shudder as you feel him push the sticky mess back inside your body with his still hard cock but otherwise stay pliant, waiting for this ordeal to end so you can wash the feel of him off your body.

soap collapses onto his elbows, looming over you so that your vision is filled with his blissed out expression as he uses your body.

you hate yourself but your eyes remain dry.

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