#forcemasc tw

[this-is-anti-masculinity]

me: i love when ppl forcemasc me

someone: oh you want forcemasc? youre a disgusting incel lolicon and everybody hates you! hows that?

queer community stop malgendering people with masculine identities challenge (impossible)

This is anti-masculinity and transandrophobia.

[this-is-varsexism-transphobia]

Saw someone say in the honeybee transfem tag say that they hope honeybee tfems get violently forcemasced (yes they specified violently). Looked at their blog and they're a tme/tma user so that's not very surprising. I don't know how anyone could say "I hope [insert transfem group here] gets forcemasced" while claiming to fight transmisogyny but here we are ig

Hell I LIKE forcemasc and I'm still a little shaken up because of it

This is transgynephobia.

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FOX!!1!

idk about the US but here in male dominated fields like the army or medical school there's a huge hazing culture - and fun fact that’s where the word 'bifle' (the act of slapping one's face with your dick in french) comes from

anyways do you ever think about pw kaz 'hazing' you to give you the full Guy Experience except its extremely obvious he just wanted an excuse to suck your dick. bc i do. a lot. cnc with a dash of forcemasc? son of a bitch, im in

We have a big hazing culture here, as well. one of my good friends actually recently told me of one he had to go through when he started in the forestry services. I'm obsessed that's the root origin of that word ;a;

Warnings: Dubcon, Forcemasc, Abuse of Power, Hazing.

I looove the idea of him just convincing you this is something everyone went through and keeps what the hazing thing is a secret until you're in the midst of it. He swears you to secrecy because it's imperative that you take an oath like everyone else. Plus, you should feel grateful, because the boss' right-hand man is the one helping initiate you into the fold, not sure some random person.

You believe him immediately. I mean, he's a high-ranking official here, so obviously you're going to follow whatever dumb hazing ritual he tells you about. You're blindfolded in the interrogation room, just the two of you, and you are told to pull down your pants. You obey immediately and you almost don't hear his affable hum. You expect some sort of pain, since that's what this usually is, right? Kaz said you were going to have to prove your manhood to him.

You hear the thud of his boots walk around you and you try to keep composure, not shake or show weakness, you're fully expecting a smack or hit.

Then you hear another thud in front of you, and before you could gauge what the sound may have been, your feel hot breath on your crotch. You instinctively pull back and you hear his haughty scoff below you.

"I thought you were a man, or was I wrong about you?"

A shudder ripples through you as you stand back straight again. He goes back to mouthing you, licking and moaning into your dick as it starts to engorge itself and peak through. He hums another bit of approval, lathing it up with wet lips to encourage it out of the hood even more. Soon enough and he's bobbing enthusiastically as he gives you a blowjob, the slick sound of his lips over you echoing lewdly in the room.

You can't help it and begin to buck your hips into him and fuck his mouth. This is a hazing ritual, and you would expect him to make you stop and reprimand you, but he groans around your cock. He's clearly pleased you're enjoying this as much as he is.

When you cum in his mouth and tremble over him, his hands cup your ass and thighs to keep you up as he continues to suck you off. It's almost too much, pleasure coupling with the pain of being so oversensitive. You thread your fingers in his hair but know not to push him off or else you'll be criticized again. You cum into his mouth another time and it's nearly a strangled scream out of your mouth and he's laughing now against you, finally letting you go.

He unblindfolds you and slaps you on the back. It's almost enough to topple you over.

"Congratulations! You made it through." He shakes your hand like this is the most normal thing in the world.

Months go by, almost to a year, and it's casually brought up around other recruits how their hazing rituals went. You're shocked because weren't they also sworn to secrecy? And the more they talk about it, the more you realize you went through something entirely different than literally everyone else on base.

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I feel like force masc foxhound trio goes hard as hell. Ocelot loves gripping your growth while he fucks you. Loves how wet and sticky you’re getting. Grips your chest hair making you thank him for doing your shots. Makes you open wide and drink his cum for a little “bonus” testosterone (not how that works but he isn’t a scientist) loves to press his thumbs into your scars and massage them to break up the tissue. Does mind body connection training with you so you feel your prosthetic as if it’s your own body cause he wants you to fuck him like a man. Loves how sensitive you’re getting as he swirls his tongue around your growth and how you experience orgasms differently. How your smell and taste evolves. Kaz loves to rub your belly hair when cuddling(and humping). Pushing you hard in the gym to ensure he gets his “moneys worth” out of the testosterone rushing through your body. Enhancing that muscle transformation with body sculpting too. Once you learn how to pee standing upright without a prosthetic he loves being showered with it. Knows how greedy you get and traps you in perpetual orgasms on shot day. Loves to show you off to BB, who also likes to see and feel your changes. Sticks his hand down your pants to feel how hard you get for him. Loves to suck on your growth after pumping, loves how your voice breaks when the foreskin retracts and he has direct access to the tip. How tightly you grip his cock and take his loads with ease😼

Warnings: Forcemasc, Dubcon, Overstim, Objectification, Brainwashing.

This is all too, too good.

Ocelot takes sadistic pleasure from the tight whimpers you make because of how incredibly sensitive you are. His lambskin gloves slip so easily between you and he can jerk you off with ease. He helps shave your beard and makes you say thank you because, if not for him, you wouldn't be well-groomed. Admonishes you whenever you cut yourself. Rubs a little bit of vitamin E oil over your scars and delights when your muscles reflexively flex from his fingers, like you're some sort of instrument to manipulate. He has you describe how it feels while fucking him, and will stop you if you can't form sentences or speak too quietly. Also, let's be real, he will smell your armpits because he's like that. Neat freak gets off on body odor.

Kaz seems like he's harder on you while working out, but you know it's because he cares about how his little protege (project) is doing. Will want to practice CQC with you and wrestle so that when you eventually spar with Big Boss, he'll at least be a little impressed. He eyes your body to see how it's developing. It feels intimate but also simultaneously impersonal. You feel like some piece of marble he's carving, but love the attention he gives you when he finds something worthy of praise. Teaches you how to piss upright. I think he would be one to make you an oversensitive, dripping mess, unlike Ocelot who would love to edge you until you're sobbing. Kaz would hit you with orgasm after orgasm until it's all too painful.

Big Boss gets to see you as some sort of prized piece of meat that both Kaz and Ocelot have been trimming. He'll blow cigar smoke in your face while appraising you. Any sort of indication of approval reinforces their behavior tenfold. He's one to force his hand down your pants and grip you tight with his whole fist and give it a good tug/shake. Greatly enjoys whenever you're newly raspy, deeper voice breaks just for him when he pummels into you or jacks you off. Is the one to pull back your foreskin and frot with the tip with you bent over a desk.

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Revolver Ocelot Forcemasc HCs

Warnings: Forcemasc (duh), Dubcon Drug Use/Needles, Brainwashing, Surgery, Somnophilia. Pairings: TPP!Revolver Ocelot x Reader Bonus NSFW HCs at the bottom.

You were a newly recruited Diamond Dog just trying to be as useful as you could be to your new operation. You worked hard, took your duties seriously, and soon gained the attention of one of the three pillars in this 'community'.

It was an honor to be taken aside by any of them, so when Ocelot showed particular interest in helping you develop your skills, you didn't question it at all. He must have saw something in you, something that could be molded for the betterment of Diamond Dogs. You have implicit trust in him and his guidance, and do what he asks without issue.

He was stern with you, but not harsh. You spent hours in the shooting range on base, both with and without him there. Along with that, you spent time practicing your CQC technique. You desperately wanted to prove to him that what he saw in you was true.

At some point, he would begin to pull you aside for medical check-ups. Very soon after, he would start injecting you in your thighs, telling you it was medicine and something to help improve your performance. You allowed him without complaint, knowing that he just wanted what was best for Diamond Dogs and for The Boss, and in small moments when you allowed yourself the indulgence, maybe for you, too.

You always did as you were told whenever he gave you an order. There was one day, on this rare occasion, while he pulled out the needle from your thigh that he smirked up at you. "I knew you were a good boy." Oh. Your heartbeat leapt to your throat.

He showed you how to shave your newly budding facial hair. "It's just a side effect of the medicine. But, it suits you, don't you think?" You couldn't help but agree with him.

You possessed hazy memories of him bringing you into a small room. Vague pockets of lucidity would come to you in your dreams, visages of him sitting in front of you, telling you how good of a man you were, how much you cared about his opinion of you, how you would do anything that he told you to... The images would swim in your mind, but almost immediately leave upon waking up for the day. Your mind would go back to the duties you had to do.

One of the medical check ins seemed more serious than the rest. He had you rest on a bed while a few other medics filed into the small room together. "We noticed something internally, we'll have to put you out. But don't worry, you should be right as rain when you wake up." He snapped his surgical gloves in punctuation. Before you could say anything, a mask was put over your mouth, fuming in gases to put you to sleep in seconds. Upon waking up, groggy and confused, you noticed Ocelot smiling down at you with eyes glinting with... something. "It was a success. You may feel a bit of soreness, but otherwise, you should recuperate easily."

Your chest was flat, small scars showing where you had been opened. Your drainage tubes rested neatly next to you. He dutifully helped drain them for you. Part of you wanted to question him, but this was unintentionally so intimate with a man you wanted nothing more than to approve of you. So, like a good Diamond Dog, you allowed him to do whatever it was that he wanted with you.

NSFW HCs

During the beginning of the injections, you were unbelievably horny all the time, masturbating in your quarters multiple times in a night. It would get to the point you'd wake up yourself up from cumming from a particular wet dream. Ocelot's voice penetrated the deepest part of you, filling in your ear. His hands caressing your body and slipping his fingers into your folds. His gloved leather fingers stroking your swollen tdick as he pumped his other hand into you. It felt so incredibly real, like he was actually there. When you'd wake up and begin your daily routine, he'd ask how you slept the night before. You could barely make eye contact with him.

There would be times that the both of you would shoot together, since he was there to help you on your form and technique. You would always try your best whenever he was around, you would do anything to make him proud of you. After hours of shooting, there would be piles of shells on the ground between you both. With a broom in hand, you started sweeping it up. Bending down to sweep it into the dustpan, you'd look up to see him directly in front of you, so close you could feel his body heat. He started unzipping his pants, "Open." You immediately knew, your brain buzzing with abnormal excitement to be used by him. You sucked him off, secretly hoping someone would come in and find you two, so that others would know you were his pet, his good boy.

He'd notice your shifting in your uniform as the discomfort from you bottom growth started to show. You were called into his office and told to strip your pants and sit on his desk. The way he examined your body felt so impersonal, he separated the wet folds of your sex with the same nonchalant, bored expression. His gloved finger gently hit your tdick, making you jump at the sudden stimulation, and he chuckled. He unzipped himself, letting his own cock come out, and lined it up against yours. His rutting was methodical at first, but grew to a brutal pace, the both of you cumming on your uniform shirt soon after. You were both panting, but he regained his composure within a few seconds, stuffing himself back into his pants and throwing a rag at you. "Clean yourself up before you leave here. Or don't." Another grin. He left his office with the door open, exposing you to the hallway just outside.

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Big Boss Forcemasc HC's

Warnings: Forcemasc (duh), Violence, Possessive Behavior, Needles, DubCon Pairings: Post MGS3!BB x Reader

SFW

Knew you were a man before you did. Everyone under his guidance was to follow his orders completely. He's an enigmatic leader who knew people more than they knew themselves, so when he started using 'he' to refer to you, you didn't stop him. You noticed that your back seemed a bit straighter, head seemed a bit higher afterward. That wasn't lost on him, either. He knew.

Medical personnel were ordered to administer your shots. You didn't know what they were for, but knowing it was an order coming from Big Boss, you didn't question it. As the events of MGSV roll around, Ocelot was the one to help you or supervise to make sure you were taking them.

He teaches you how to shave as your stubble starts to come in. Does it with a flat razor and tells you to keep still. Will watch you do it yourself a few times and give you pointers, he can't help but laugh a little whenever you cut yourself because he remembers experiencing that, too.

You have weekly CQC sessions. Other soldiers see it and think it's some form of favoritism, but absolutely no one would bring it up to BB. He gets a good punch on your face and dislocates your jaw and helps you pop it back in after. Gives you a good smack on your cheek after and you both go back to training. He enjoyed dislocating any part of you just so he could be the one to pop it back in, it felt like an incredibly intimate experience for you both. Whenever you get back up from being thrown to the ground, you can see the ghost of a smile on his lips. Gives you a pats on the back afterward when you are able to kick his ass a bit, too.

He already has a hard time expressing his emotions, so whenever you do something note-worthy or a job well-done, he tends to throw you around. You've gotten used to seeing a certain glint in his eye that means you have to be ready to grab him, too. Definitely have broken a few chairs in his office with your body. It's just rough-housing between two men, what's the problem?

NSFW

He noticed how often you began to reposition yourself when you started to experience bottom growth, and the slight wincing that accompanied it. You would be ordered to meet him in his office in an hour, and when you would show up, he would tell you to take off your pants and briefs. He'd tell you that you needed to know how to pleasure yourself as a man now. Would have you take off your underwear and palm your crotch, showing you how to jack off between his fingers. He'd notice how close you were and stop, telling you to demonstrate it to him. You would do it in front of him and he'd hold your hand making sure you were doing it properly.

Another time, he would tell you how you can easily 'boost morale' between two soldiers. He'd bend you over his desk and place his cock between your folds and frot against your newly swollen dick. From this angle, it almost looked like your own cock. Would thrust harder between you until your both came over his desk.

On special nights, you, him, and Kaz would get into it. He'd fuck Kaz from behind and have you fuck his mouth, both of your hands in his hair and thrusting against his soft lips. The room was filled with Kaz's moans and Big Boss's flesh hitting Kaz's hips. Kaz would whimper around your dick and swirl his tongue and suck until the both of you were cumming in him, his hair an uncharacteristic mess and glasses fumbling against your stomach.

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thinking about forcemasc master miller again…gender affirming sex with him would fix all of my problems…shit i would even settle for just a ‘kiddo’ or even a ‘good boy’. 🍊

ough... I love forcemasc Master Miller... He's good at what he does. He sucks your dick and bobs his head when he's really getting into it. He lets you buck into his mouth until you're cumming. He's enthusiastic enough that he stuffs it as far back into his throat as he can. His oral sex game is top notch.

I also love the idea of him teaching you how to fuck him properly. Whether with a strap or your cock. He tells you to not be so timid and fuck him like a man and then you're jackhammering into his tight hole until his words are grunts and bitten moans. "Just like that, good boy, just like how I taught you." and he's drooling over his desk as his body surges forward from the fucking you're giving him.

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thinking about big boss forcemascing tmasc reader….like yes boss i will take it like a real man ough

Anon, your minddddd.

TW: Forcemasc (duh), Violence, Displays of Dominance

Makes it his personal responsibility. Will hold you down and put the needle in your thigh. Will mostly get Ocelot to be the one to administer it because he likes to have you in an uninhabited choke-hold. It's not because of disobedience it's because it's just something he genuinely enjoys.

You have weekly CQC sessions. Other soldiers see it and think it's some form of favoritism, but absolutely no one would bring it up to BB. He gets a good punch on your face and dislocates your jaw and helps you pop it back in after. Any time you wince or whimper, he tells you to man up. Gives you a good smack on your cheek after and you both go back to training. He enjoyed dislocating any part of you just so he could be the one to pop it back in. Whenever you get back up from being thrown to the ground, you can see the ghost of a smile on his lips.

Shaves your head any time he gets slightly annoyed with you. He would never verbalize it, but orders you to sit in front of him as he takes the buzzer around your scalp, notably using the razor to shape the sides and the nape of your neck. Regardless, it felt very intimate. He would do it sometimes in places around mother base so others could see. It seemed almost as if he was marking his territory.