#forcefag

[cavalecavale]

tired of military forcemasc and straight gymbro forcemasc and whatever else tbh. PUNK forcemasc is the way. stop yearning for fascism and fucking DIY your life THIS is the way to freedom.

[edit: this is not a deep serious moral judgement or anything no need to get upset about it!! + the second part of this post *is* forcepunk you can scroll in peace now]

[urbrotherlover]

“Would you be this rough with me if I was your sister?”

His older brother snorts, tightening his grip on his hair.

“Course not. If you were my sister I’d be carrying you around like a princess. But you’re not my pretty little sister are you? You’re my faggot little brother. So you’ll learn to take it like a man and quit complaining.”

[puppiegracie]

Jack gripping Robby's face and squishing his cheeks to force Robby to look at him, look at him while Jack fucks him full. and every time Robby closes his eyes he stops all movement completely til Robby opens them again, big browns all wet and shiny with tears, cheeks flushed red as pitiful whimpers hiccup out of him. jack— jack, please, cmon—

and Jack is smirking, satisfied, as he starts fucking into Robby again, hard and slow and deep. so you can listen, wow, look at that. good boy. not gonna fuck you unless you look me in the eyes while you take my dick like a good little faggot.

[lostlamblizzie]

WALK WITH ME.... mcsantos... butch!mckay x tmasc!santos... santos whimpering daddy, daddy, please, mmph— fuck, feels s'good, s'good, s'deep— as mckay fucks his strap deep inside santos's dripping cunt, gripping his hips so hard it'll leave marks... murmuring that's it, that's it, take it— fuck, be a good fucking boy and take it like a fag, huh? attaboy, thaaat's daddy's boy, shit... cunt drooling all over my cock, daddy's dumb little mutt. <3

[whiningdog]

Remember to tell your friends how much you love them! And how pretty they are! And how he’s the hottest guy you’ve ever met, and that at night you just cant stop thinking about him. You don’t know what it is and you know it’s wrong but you think about his small waist and pretty lips while your hand is down your pants, pleasuring yourself to the thought of another man. Wishing you could feel his cock on your tongue. Friendship is SO important!

[faqqitz]

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[dirtygir1]

oh my goddddjdj your transmasc reader and Pope fic just opened something in me!!!!!! That was so fucking good what the fuck

do u think that after that blurb happened that they’d be sneaking around or would just be flat out dating or something. And would things be weird..? You don’t have to answer!!

You guys are sooo sweet I really expected that to be swept under the dust omg

To answer anon, no I do not think they’d start dating. In my mind you’d want to keep it secret just from shared friends and Popes family, so yeah, it’d be like sneaking around. Because he is your best friend. I just also don’t think Pope would care all too much lol. “Friends do this sort of thing all the time” type shit.

Like for the sake of you wanting things on the DL, he wouldn’t do anything outright or tell his brothers anything. But he also wouldn’t feel shy when it comes to wanting to show any affection.

You’re over at Smurfs place after skating with him, cooling down on the couch. Pope is sprawled out on the couch watching something with you and you’re just casually laid against his back, letting him rub at your stomach. Yknow. Friend stuff.

“Don’t leave these on all day and night,” he starts, poking at your binding tape on your bare chest. “You’re gonna get marks. And take em off with oil too.” “I will I will.”

And if someone DOES ask about it (because yeah you’ve always been close, but not this close) Pope just shrugs it off and tells whoever to fuck off about it.

You’re coming inside, back drenched and shirt in hand, “I’m gettin’ in the shower, hot as balls out there and I close tonight.” You face Pope as you walk backwards into Smurfs place, and you see the look on his face as he walks slowly with you, coming to a stop behind the couch. “Kay. You want a ride to work too or what?”

“Yeah, I can crash at yours again.” You shrug with a dopey smile, walking your way to the bathroom, knowing he’s staring at you. Watching your hips sway as you ruffle your hair, his lip tucked between his teeth as he catches his breath.

Craig eyes you and him before it’s just Craig and Pope in the living room, and it’s getting harder and harder to deny whatever the hell you two got goin’ on. And Darren sees it too, sharing a look with Craig. “Is..somethin’ up with you two?” He asks when Pope comes around with a water bottle. “Who, him? Nah, why?” “I-I dunno. You just look at him weird. Touchy feely n stuff.”

“He’s my boy, I touch him all the time.” Pope would say with a shrug. “Yeah but..I mean it’s no worries. You just get weird with him.” Darren shakes his head, not wanting to seem accusatory. And when Pope realizes what they mean he rolls his eyes, a lazy smirk on his face. “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about. Mind your own damn business, yeah?” He exits the room, and the boys are left with the sound of the bathroom door opening again.

You try so hard to be a good sport, not being as touchy as he is whenever anyones around, trying to level down the small flirting as well. But Pope is a careless guy, even if someone did catch on, who’s gonna check him about it?

So there he was, slipping into the shower with you, his voice startling you, “Think they’re catching on.” He grins at how you jump back to look at him, water trickling down your face. “Yeah I’m sure when you’re coming in the shower with me!” You whisper shout, making him scoff.

“Whaat? Nothin’ wrong with sharin’ a shower. Saves on water.” He shrugs, and you roll your eyes when you turn back forward, continuing to let the water wash soap off you. He rakes his hands down your back to your hips, eying the curvature of your spine, stepping closer into the water with you.

He sighs, kissing along your neck down to your shoulders, gripping your tight and pulling you closer, smiling when he hears a faint sound come from you. “Pope, they’re right outside. Don’t make any bold moves.” You warn, even if you’re moving your head so he can have more room to suck on your skin.

“M’not doin’ anything. You’re the one being loud.” He shrugs lazily, and with that you swallow back a whimper. He takes your loofa from you, “you want help getting your back?” He asks, though not giving you much choice to answer when he trades you spots in the small room, essentially squishing you against the wall as he lathers you down.

He keeps hold of your hips telling you he’s “stopping you from moving” when in reality he’s grinding his cock against your ass. And when you squirm against his fingers, he’s all “shh I’m just helping you wash.” While bending you further and fucking three digits deeper in you.

“Cmon kid, if you don’t want ‘em to hear you better shut the fuck up.” He whispers in your ear, head cocked so he could watch the door. He’s got a hand on your throat, whispering small notes of “missed how you moan like a faggot ‘round it,” “You want me to put it in? Then shut your fuckin’ mouth.”

And you can’t deny him when he strokes you so good you think you might drool as he stretches your hole open, groaning in your ear the whole way. Pope has you by the back of your neck, bending you impossibly farther as he pounds you into the wall of the shower, your cheek against the wall as you fight yourself to stay quiet.

“Pope,” you whine, biting your lip as your stomach turns. You hear the clap of his balls against your ass, water squelching off you with the mix of his groans. “Yer’ not even trying to be quiet, p-please,” you look back at him, fingertips feeling like they’ll fuse with the linoleum.

“I know baby I’m sorry,” he whispers, his hand coming to the front of your throat and pushing deeper in you. The petname coming from him lights a fire in your stomach, he’s never used it for you, especially in this sense. “You just feel so fucking good, can’t help it.” His hand fits perfectly on the curve of your ass, squeezing as he covers your mouth, fucking you with vigor as he chases his and your release.

“How long do you think theyll stop trying to be sneaky and fuck on the couch or something?” “You think they’re being sneaky??” Darren and Craig exchange words at the counter, hearing the slightest little moans from the other side of the walls.

[cavalecavale]

don't you dare use the word "pegging" when there's a trans man and silicone dick involved. he's fucking you in the ass honey, stop being scared of words and come around his fat cock like the faggot you are <3