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Okay but me and who

[fakingitftm]

its not "bio-essentialism" its just the truth.

Girls, yes even "ftm" girls, bodies are literally built to take cocks, get impregnated, grow and give birth to babies. That's why you get that craving deep inside of your core, craving being penetrated. And every month when you ovulate you desire unprotected sex. You tell yourself its not because you want to get bred, but you do. Your going to get inseminated, its what you're literally built for. Gender identity or sexuality doesnt matter, its just your truth. Stop fighting and live your truth.

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CW: misgendering, deadnaming, breeding

A story about being pushed into being a wife on your wedding night instead of the husband.

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The night I’d fantasized about for years had finally arrived. I woke with butterflies churning in my stomach, my eyes catching the crisp lines of my freshly steamed suit hanging by the door. The smell of her perfume was still fresh in the air. My fiancée was already gone, some old-school tradition keeping her dress a mystery—bad luck, they called it. I rolled out of bed, my body heavy with anticipation, and shuffled to the bathroom. Staring into the mirror, I saw myself: bearded, a bit weathered by time, definitely in need of a cleanup.

I turned the shower on, and I stripped down, trimming my beard short and neat as I waited for the water to heat up. As I looked back up at the mirror while I shaved, a thought crept in. What if I shaved down there for her? A smooth surprise, a little wedding gift to drive her crazy. I grabbed a razor and hopped into the shower with a handheld mirror, the steam fogging around me. The blade glided over my skin, sending a shiver up my spine—damn, that felt good. I always get so sensitive when fully shaved and exposed. I moved higher, tracing my thighs, imagining a garter belt cinching my curves tight.

Focus, idiot, you’re the groom today; don’t do this again. But the razor kept going, and I chuckled to myself, “Oops, shaved a bit too much—oh well, she’ll love it.” My suit would hide it, right?

Before I knew it, I was shaving my ass, my stomach, my chest, lathering up my nipples until they tingled, sensitive under my touch. An hour somehow slipped away, and from my neck down, I was soft and smooth. I hadn’t been this bare since pre-transition. Panic hit. No one can know! What do I tell her? I have to keep this suit buttoned up tight.

My mind raced until I spotted her white lace bodysuit peeking from the drawer—forgotten, huh? I want to see her in that, but how do I get it to the hotel without embarrassing her? I’ll have to sneak it to the wedding, I decided. The only way I could think of doing that was by wearing it. I know I shouldn’t, but I have no bags or any other way to get it there. I began sliding it over my freshly shaved skin. The lace grazed my clit, and fuck, it was a struggle to think straight. I looked in the mirror and felt myself throb. I must just be confused; I’m just thinking of how she will look in this, I told myself. My thoughts started drifting, but then the alarm blared—I had minutes. I neatened my beard, tousled my hair, and bolted out the door.

My friends piled into the car, hyping me up, buzzing about how excited I must be. Then, like guys do, they dove into the dirty talk—how I’d fuck her, become a man, maybe even start a family. They didn’t know my past, just assumed I’d be balls-deep all night with my cock inside her. Because why wouldn’t they? They didn’t know what I had underneath all of this. I laughed it off, telling them to shut up.

Nerves kicked in hard as we rolled up to the venue. I needed to ditch the lace, but they dragged me to the altar. No time. My face flushed red, sweat beading, that secret pulsing beneath my suit.

The music began, and there she was—stunning, a vision that stole my breath. Tears pricked my eyes. That’s my wife. Holy shit, I’m the luckiest person alive. She stepped up, her fingers brushing my cheek, her voice a sultry, “Hi, baby,” that melted me into her touch. The vows blurred as I got lost in her gaze, time slipping away until “You may kiss the bride” snapped me back. She grabbed me, kissed me hard, dipping me with a wicked grin as the crowd chuckled.

At the reception, we drank, danced, her hands sliding around my waist down my hips, making me feel small beneath her. I tried playing the tough husband, puffing up my chest, but she spun me back, her flirty dominance taking over. Friends slapped my back, winking about the night ahead, and soon she grabbed my hand, pulling me to the car for our hotel stay before the honeymoon. She stumbled a little, more drunk than she’d planned, and I loved it—loved when she let her guard down, saying and doing whatever her heart craved. In the car, her hand slid up my thigh, pressing against the warmth between my legs. Her fingers slipped under my pants, brushing my smooth skin, and her eyes widened. The driver interrupted her before she could say anything to let us know we were arriving.

In the elevator, she whispered, “What’s under that suit, baby?” I stammered, blushing, “I wore it for you… to get it to you, but I got stuck!” She laughed, her voice dripping with mischief, “Oh, you cute little tease. Nervous to fuck me tonight?” “No way,” I lied, my face burning. “Hm, we’ll see.”

In the room, she climbed onto my lap, her lips crashing into mine. I admitted that I couldn’t get the bodysuit off like this. She smirked, kissing my neck, her hand squeezing my chest.

“Oh, sweetie, that was for you. I have a secret to tell you…I’ve always wanted you as my wife—the husband thing was just an act to keep the world off our backs. I can’t help it; I’m sorry, but just look at these curves, this smooth little body.” I mumbled, “I’m your husband,” but her hand slid between my legs, teasing and jerking my clit. “Oh, really? Feel that, ‘husband’?” I moaned, and she grinned, “Or how about this—doesn’t this feel better?” Her long fingers pushed deeper into my wet pussy, curling just right. “Don’t you think this feels better than ‘jerking off,’ baby? This is how it would feel to be my wife. Don’t you like that?” I accidentally let out a higher-pitched moan. “See, you’re mine now, and I can have you however I want. Let’s get that suit off—I need to see you.”

She yanked off my belt, tossed my jacket aside, revealing the soaked lace clinging to my shaved pussy. “Fuck, look at you, so pretty,” she groaned, lifting me onto the bed, peeling back the lace to expose my smooth, feminine body. “Hmm, just one more touch,” she said, grabbing a razor and bowl from the bathroom, shaving my face with soft, teasing kisses. “There’s my girl—so soft for me now, much better.” Her hands roamed my waist, towering over me, pulling me close. She shoved the lace aside, moaning at my swollen, dripping slit. “Look at you, no packer or fake cocks—thank fuck. I knew you’d snap out of the delusion. Even on our wedding night, you didn’t wear one, huh? That’s telling.” I stuttered and couldn’t even get a word out about it.

Her fingers plunged back in, and I gasped, “Oh fuck…ohhh fuck.” She pinned my wrists, biting my neck. “You’re my girl to breed. I’ll stretch this tight cunt, fill you with cum, and turn you into my housewife. Every moan from now on is mine.” The room filled with sloppy, wet sounds, my pussy speaking for me when I couldn’t catch my breath enough to reply.

She stripped out of her dress, revealing a matching set with a strap-on underneath. “I knew I’d make you my wife tonight,” she winked, rubbing it against my clit. “All I had to do was plant the seed by leaving that lingerie there.” I blushed. “You set the whole thing up?”

“Of course I did. Now pay attention. Say yes, and I’ll fuck you better than you’ve ever had before. I know you want it—just say I do for me one more time tonight.” I gave in as my hips bucked, “Please, breed me, make me your wife.” She thrust in, the strap vibrating, moaning as she fucked me. All the way in immediately, she bottomed out. Fuck, that hurt, but she didn’t stop. “Mommy, please,” I cried. She bit my neck, “That’s right, baby, you feel so fucking good.” Her thrusts hit hard, the strap pulsing with a warm, slick sensation I assumed was just a new lube. “Special stuff, baby, for our wedding night,” she teased, and I bought it, lost in the heat.

Stunned, I felt her grip my thighs, spreading me wide open. She stood back for a second, just looking at my wet cunt. “Fuck, kayleigh,” she purred, the name sending a shiver through me. “I get to call you whatever I want now, right, baby?” I nodded yes. That seemed to ignite her; her need to fuck me harder was undeniable. She didn’t stop, her pace relentless, each thrust pushing that warm “lube” deeper. She flipped me onto my stomach, hiking my hips up, slamming into me from behind, her hands gripping my soft ass. “Look at this perfect little body,” she growled, spanking me roughly. “I’ve wanted to breed you since we met—your tight pussy was made for my cum.” My nipples hardened as she reached around, pinching them, teasing, “These tits are gonna swell so nice when you’re carrying.” I lost it, my body responding to her every word. She knew how much I loved when she spoke to me like this. She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear as she wrapped her arm around my neck, “You know, I never saw myself with a man long-term. But the first time I tasted that pussy when we met, I knew you were the one. That sweet, tight slit? I knew I could turn you into my wife, and now look at you—mine to fill.” I was lost in a daze, her words sinking in as she confirmed what I’d secretly craved.

She pulled out briefly, grabbing a vibrator, pressing it against my clit as she slid the strap back in. “Gotta make sure it takes,” she purred, cranking it up. My body shook, moans spilling out as she rode me harder, her fingers digging into my hips. “I ditched your T, left it at home. We’re heading to a remote vacation tomorrow, just us, where I can fuck this pussy raw and watch your belly grow.” The thought sent me over, cumming hard around her strap as she moaned, “That’s it, take it all, my good girl.”

Hours blurred into a frenzy. She kept my legs up, that warm “lube” dripping but trapped inside, fucking me in every way—against the wall, on all fours, her sucking my nipples raw, calling them “my tits” with a grin. She pushed me onto my back again, spreading my legs wide, thrusting deep while rubbing my clit with her thumb. “Feel how wet you are for me, sweet girl? This pussy’s begging for my baby,” she teased, her strap hitting spots that made me scream. She slowed, teasingly pulling out to lick my cunt, tasting the mix of my juices and that warmth, moaning, “Fuck, you taste better than you ever have before.” Then she pushed back in, harder, her hands cupping my tits, squeezing as she whispered, “These are gonna be so full, leaking for our baby and me.” At this point, I was so fucked out and overstimulated I could barely respond. I gave in to just letting her use my body. I started to wonder why she was so much more vocal about her breeding kink. Is she still that drunk? She can’t be.

She flipped me over, bending me over the bed’s edge, entering me from behind with slow, deliberate thrusts. “Imagine it, baby—your belly rounding out, these hips widening, all because I filled you,” she murmured, spanking my ass again. “You’re really into breeding me tonight, huh, baby?” The vibrator returned, pressed against my clit as she fucked me, my moans bouncing off the walls. She sped up, her grip tightening, and I felt that warm pulse again, thinking it was just more of her lube. She added a twist, sliding a finger into my ass while thrusting, the dual sensation making me gasp, “Oh fuck, Mommy, don’t stop.” She laughed, “Oh, I won’t, baby—gonna make you mine in every hole.” She reached back and grabbed a dildo with a suction cup and put it up against the bed. “Suck on it and choke while I fuck you. I want to imagine you taking it in every fucking hole.” The harder she fucked me, the more I gagged, and the more pleasure she felt. “You look so good choking on cock while you take me, baby. Such a perfect girl having all your holes up for abuse like this.”

As the night wore on, she pulled me into the shower, the hot water cascading over us, steam filling the air as she pressed me against the tiles. The strap slid in and out, her hands roaming my wet, slippery body, squeezing my waist as she moaned, “Look at these curves—fuck. How could you ever have wanted to be my husband, baby?” She turned me around, lifting one leg over her, thrusting deeper, the water mixing with the wetness, dripping down my thighs. She didn’t let up, pinning me against the wall, her fingers joining the strap, stretching me further as she growled, “This pussy’s mine—feel how it takes me.” The water amplified every sound—my gasps, her moans, the wet slap of her thrusts—until I was trembling, another orgasm ripping through me. This time, my cunt squirted all over her thighs, shaking uncontrollably. My cum dripped down her strap and thighs. She had finally done it. She’d broken my body down all the way to cumming like the girls she watched in porn. She couldn’t contain herself after that and needed to use me.

Back on the bed, she spread me wide, straddling my face first, grinding her own wetness against my mouth. “Taste me, baby—get me ready to fill you again,” she demanded, and I obeyed, licking her eagerly as she moaned above me, cumming into my mouth, dripping down my throat and the sides of my face. I couldn’t get enough of how she tasted, fucking my mouth until I couldn’t breathe as my pussy leaked onto the bed while she watched.

Dawn crept in, and she finally slowed, collapsing beside me, rubbing my stomach with a tender yet possessive touch. “You’re my dream come true—gonna be the hottest mommy.” She grinned, “Our honeymoon starts tomorrow and I’m not stopping till you’re swollen.” I laughed, still thinking the cum was fake, teasing, “You and your wild lube, huh?” Her eyes sparkled with a secret.

“Oh, baby, that wasn’t lube. It’s real—my special wedding gift. I had that strap loaded with real cum. We’re making a baby now that you’re my wife.” My jaw dropped, heart racing. “Wait, what? Real cum?” She nodded, smirking, “Yep, straight from a donor. When you said ‘I do,’ you committed to this. I told you I wanted a baby, and now it’s happening.”

Shock hit, but the heat lingered. Before I could process, she rolled me onto my back again, spreading my legs wide, sliding two fingers in to push the cum deeper. “Feel that, kayleigh? That’s my baby taking,” she whispered, kissing my belly, then lower, licking my clit as I flinched, overwhelmed by the realization. “We’ll check in a few weeks—your tits will start growing back, your hips widening. I’ve just always wanted you like this, princess.” She grabbed the strap again, teasing my entrance with it. “One more round to seal it,” she grinned, thrusting in slow and deep, her hands roaming my body, promising a future of being nothing but her wife. Small and cradled under her, this time her thrusts soft and loving. “I’m going to take care of you, baby.” I was lost in her, the shock blending with desire, imagining that swollen belly she craved as she claimed me fully. Thinking of how I was supposed to do this to her…what will everyone think? She put her full weight down into me and came one more time. When she finally finished, she wrapped around me, holding me with her fingers tracing where our future baby would grow. Slipping away into sleep, finally, all I could think about was what she planned for the honeymoon ahead.

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What if we.... grind our pussies together until i can't take it any longer and i roll you over onto your stomach and sink my strap deep into you?

Just a thought.

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I'm so fucking horny I need to be ploughed into the mattress and have my pussy used for hours till I can't form a single thought beyond how to be someone's perfect fucktoy

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imagining a pretty femme on her knees, cheek pressed close to the bulge in my dress pants from my strap.

imagining her pretty eyes looking up at me, reallyy looking at me, and she smiles when she asks “can i get pregnant on your strap?”

look i know its not possible, but the way she asks soooo nicely makes me want to try. so dreamy. so needy.

so yeah im imagining my gentle hand in her soft hair, the other unzipping my pants real slow. “open your mouth, sweet girl. we’ll pretend.”

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i need an all night fucking session so badly. i need to ride a pretty girls strap until im shaking and my legs give out and i've soaked their strap and thighs with my cum. then i need to be thrown around in different positions and pinned down to the bed while they make me take their strap until they decide they're done. i want everything to be sore the next day, fuuuuck

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i need a pretty femme to sit in my lap while i sit at my desk. arms around my shoulders, my strong hands on your hips. grabbing some ass when im frustrated with work.

“come sit, baby.”

“don’t move.”

“that’s it. such a good girl when you sit still for me.”

“this is your throne, huh? sooooo gorgeous, princess, look at you.”

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Need to take care of a beautiful femme after a date. i need to show my devotion.

“C’mere puppy, let me do it for you.” You unbuckle her shoes, take off her cardigan, kiss the temple of her head, and then scoop her up to bring to the bedroom.

“Can i take off your skirt?”

“That’s a good girl.”

“No no no no, let me hold your legs. Give em’ here.”

“That’s it. Deep breaths, sweet girl.”

“Is it too much? Look at me, okay? Is it too much?”

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fuck voice kinks honestly, cause why am i soaked just because she said something in a certain tone?

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I need to fuck someone doggy style. Pounding into them deeply with my strap while I grab their hips.

Only to slow down and eventually stop. Making them back themselves into my hips, fucking themselves on my strap. Doing all the work.

"Yeah, that's it. Fuck your throbbing cunt on my strap. You look so pathetic fucking yourself on me."

Feeling them slow down and tighten around it, I'll pull their hair and pound into them deep while berating them.

"Aww, what happened whore? Couldn't fuck yourself on my strap. Can't even follow simple instructions, already so dumb."

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I want to lay back and watch as you suck my strap. Bobbing your head slowly and looking up at me. I'd softy run my hands through your hair. I wouldn't be able to stop myself from thrusting in your throat and slapping you....

"Come on slut, I know you can do better then that. You better take it all the way down. Or do I have to make you? This is your only form of any lubrication. You better make it count."

Just to turn us over and fuck your face into the mattress, my hands pinning your arms above your head while I make you choke and gag.

"There we go, that's it. Just like that. You got it, keep it in your fucking mouth don't you dare try to pull away."

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Girlfriend that's so eager to eat out your pretty cunt she's collapsing between your thighs at the sight of your puffy glistening folds beneath your now transparent underwear (she's keeping that for later).

Girlfriend who's groaning so loudly, eyes rolling back at the heady scent of your sweet pussy. Her warm breaths against you has your clit throbbing in anticipation, so much so that your thighs close in around her head. She whines and forces herself impossibly closer, gently thumbing at your sensitive clit.

Girlfriend who is so pathetic; on her knees—staring up at you through her lashes as she begs for just one taste, insisting that you'll feel so good and she'll take such good care of you. Make it all better. She's so persuasive; caressing your thighs and batting her lashes (you're powerless to it all really).

Girlfriend who's soaked through her underwear by the time she finally gets a taste of your sweet pussy. It's no matter; she continues to eat you out like a woman starved, plunging her tongue so deep inside you.

She thinks maybe she could die right there at that very moment, between your thighs, sucking on your swollen clit.

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I wish someone would eat me out. Properly eat out my little pussy, their tongue exploring every fold, tapping on my clitty, licking up and down my vagina, holding me still (or even better, I'd be tied up) so I can't even think about trying to 'facefuck them' like men can facefuck girls' (like me!) mouths with their cocks... Because I don't have a cock, I have a pathetic little clit and a tight pink hole that you can put your tongue in to show me that holes are meant for putting things inside! Lick up all the juice leaking from me and tell me that I must be really happy with what you're doing since my pussy is gushing so much, and laugh at how red I'll turn and how girly my moans will be when you suck on my clitty the moment I'll try to open my mouth to disagree with you!

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Hottest thing is a lesbian stripping me naked to show me all the ways I am a girl. Kissing me and touching me and muttering how I am such a pretty little girl. Filming it so I can watch it over and over and so she can share it with her other lesbian friends 

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I need a lesbian to hold me down and scissor me while telling me “don’t worry I still see you as a woman” and invalidating my FTM identity🤤 the thought of a rad fem lesbian detransing me and making me into her girlfriend is so hot and makes my ftm pussy embarrassingly wet

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No offense but lesbians should be mean to me. I AM lying about being a boy and you SHOULD have sapphic sex w me about it.

Treat me like you’d treat any other girl and misgender me so casually it’s not even a big deal. Eat me out and fuck my face with ur strap on or girlcock. I wanna be sapphicccc