The Inherent Homoerotism Of Vampires

Thoughts on raping a cuntboy and telliig me you're gonna knock me up while I squirm and try to break free? Punished for struggling and begging to stop by forcing me to cum all over the rapist cock in my wet pussy? Treating me like I'm an clueless innocent virgin while you rape me by talking down to me and being condescending and talking about me in humiliating terms

(That's fine just haven't gotten many asks that aren't that recently)

This includes:

Nudes

Masturbation videos

Erotic audio

Stories about what you’d do to me

I met up with a man I met online almost three years ago now. We had a brief and risky breeding encounter but nothing that lasted very long when I found out he was married with a wife. I respectfully told him that wasn’t a situation I wanted to be involved in and wished him the best. Fortunately he was understanding. I never expected to see him again.

I met him on Grindr a few weeks ago, he remembered my name and told me he has since gotten divorced which is the reason i responded back. We chatted for a bit until he told me he was looking for a wife- and the future mother of his child. I was a bit shocked, I laughed at his messages until he told me he was serious. And he wanted to make me his wife.

He said he hadn’t stopped thinking about me since we had met those years ago and went into great detail about his longing to impregnate me. Needless to say I was a bit hooked on his behaviour.

He gave complete disregard to my transition, said if I was going to get pregnant I was going to be a mommy, a women- his women to be exact. That made me squirm. It made my cunt wetter than I’ve ever anticipated. It also made me terribly scared. I started feeling a lot of new (and buried) emotions that I hadn’t felt in a long time that resulted in a few cancelled breeding sessions until I finally had him over.

It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. This very handsome man came into my room and held my body, cupped the back of my hair and gently kissed me. Slowly groping his way down to my clit. He slowly rubbed his thumb over it, my knees buckled and I started moaning softly into his shoulder. He smelled so good. He wasted very little time before he had me strip and on my back. I stroked him until he was semi hard but he wanted to rub his cock on my pussy until he was fully errect. It certainly didn’t take long. He had two weeks of cum built up for me and from that moment I had no choice but to take it.

He had me in every position imaginable. Made me feel exactly like a woman compared to him. And I hated how much I loved it all.

About halfway through this meetup he thumbed at the facial hair I’ve maintained for a few years. He looked at me and said “if you’re my woman now you need to shave this off.” I stuttered and laughed- again thinking he was joking. I told him “I’ll shave later, not a big deal.” He said “No. I think you should shave now. Right now.” And spanked my ass towards the bathroom. I could’ve said no, argued, bratted back but I didn’t. I simply walked to the bathroom and shaved the facial hair I was so proud of like it was nothing.

When I walked back into the room he smiled, got up and told me how genuinely beautiful I was before gently fingering me and filling me up two more times.

On the third time and final time before he came he had me in maiting press, was roughly fucking me until he slowed very suddenly. Had me make eye contact with him. He said “once you’re pregnant I want to us to get married. We are making a family, I want to love you as my wife. I know you will carry my children”

Unfortunately I had never cum harder.

He filled me about 6 times total in an hour and a half. He knew how scared I was, but I did it scared. I did it regardless of how “proud” I’ve been of my transition identity… I could’ve blocked him the moment we met again but here I am. Sitting here with a full womb of potent cum, ovulating and knowing that with every passing moment I could >really< be pregnant. Haha.

Sorry. I know this is a lot. Typically I wouldn’t post this as anon but I don’t know right now. My life could vastly change in a few months. I know how permanent so many of these choices are and yet… maybe this is the road I’ve always wanted to walk?

~pretty in pink

Oh, this is so sweet that I hardly know where to start.

Your pride turned out to be so insubstantial, didn't it? You thought you'd built something solid over years and years, but he just waved it away, and it disappeared. He told you to shave, and you meekly obeyed. He told you you were going to be a mommy, and you spread your legs.

Even if you aren't pregnant - even if you don't become his pregnant little wife - how could you ever forget that? That one man who really wanted you was all it took. That just being told that you were going to be his woman was enough to erase all the time you spent struggling to be your own man.

It's not even as though you found the perfect man for you and then succumbed to him. Here's what you've described to me: he's good looking. He's a good fuck. He fucked you, before, behind his wife's back. And he wants to impregnate you and have you raise his kids.

I’m a trans man. I’ve been on t since I was seventeen and top surgery at nineteen. I’ve always been attracted to both men and women I think, mainly I dated women in my teens. For many years I believed I was a lesbian but I become more open over time and experienced more. I was quite a butch appearing individual until I figure out I was trans (I had a sheltered upbringing). When I was 19/20, I started experiencing with men.

I slept with three men in like 24 hours (cheers to mental breakdowns). Two were quite disappointing; first didn’t even make it inside before cumming— three strokes and he was done. ( he made the comment about never sleeping with a woman before. Wasn’t happy and kicked him out for it) Second, we used protection and I let him cum in my ass— so just a waste of a condom. Then third; he wore a condom but didn’t cum. He stayed the night and in the morning, we had bareback sex. Cum twice in me.

Well from that one night stand, I got pregnant. Like for real. Just fully conceived on the first time getting creampied. At the time, I was already having some issues with bleeding but I didn’t think it meant anything. Obviously it meant something. During this period I was pregnant, for about 8-10 weeks, I had no clue. I was living my life as a stealth trans man, fully pregnant and never knowing.

Sadly, I miscarried at I believe out 8-10 weeks and due to me already bleeding heavily. I had no idea and thought, I dealing with my period. I found out that my experience wasn’t normal from my doctor and was in fact a miscarriage about a year and a half after. I was devastated. I didn’t want to have a baby but it was the fact, I lost it and didn’t even know or have a choice in the matter. But at least, one good thing came from that encounter, I met my partner. We’ve been together for four years now.

In past four years, my partner and I have really learnt a lot about our kinks and turn ons. He didn’t have a breeding kink but I did. Now all his does is breed me. Constantly creampies me. This is going to sound pathetic, but I got onto birth control just, so we could stop using condoms. Which is funny because maybe used condoms three times out of the ten, we slept together before BC. I love being bred and he loves breeding me.

The detransition kink, I semi-recently learned after looking at porn on reddit. I originally was on a dykebreaking subreddit and was immediately turned on. The type of forceful nature of it, the forceful acceptance of men— I liked that. There was also detranstion porn on there. I feel down a rabbit hole. I find myself always coming back to the porn to jerk off.

The best part my partner is interested in it. He was nervous at first, he’d be cautious about what he said and apologised after. Overtime, he became more confident and rough. Using my body for his own pleasure, claiming this is what I was made for and I was a confused little girl. I couldn’t help but cum. I begged for more, talk to me more. My partner would talk about how his going to knock me up, breed me until Im pregnant. Force me to off t and to become a woman again, my true purpose. I love that experience with him. Nevertheless, it is just a kink and I know I’m a man, that won’t change…..

…..But here comes the irony.

I was on birth control for about three years, after coming off and trying for a hysterectomy then being rejected. My doctor said for us to use condom or the backdoor. Hey, don’t get me wrong, I do like anal butttt it takes so long to prep. Also going from breeding to nothing was difficult. So after like a week, we said fuck it. We try the pull out method or just creampie. That quickly just turned into breeding sessions again.

I know t isn’t a birth control. However, this time around it has worked. For close to a year, nothing at all. Good for our financials. But as we get older and people around are having children. We’ve decided maybe, we will try/‘if it happens it happens’ type of thoughts. I’ll be hard since I’m completely stealth in my social/work life. So I guess that’ll have to be dealt with. Plus the dysphoria but it’s something we want. I love my partner and I’ll do it for him. 

So in the new year, I will be off my t for us to conceive again. This time hoping not to end in miscarriage. Overall I won’t be detransitioning, I’ll go back on T after birth.

Now there's a romantic story: get pregnant the very first time a man comes inside of you, and then stay with him forever and have him put more babies in you.

There's a lot more context and a lot more details, of course, and it's all fascinating. (In particular, I love when someone tries to get sterilized, gets told no, and ends up deciding to get pregnant instead.) But that is the basic shape of your life.

Everything before your first conception - all your identity exploration, all the time you thought you were only into girls - was just a leadup to taking his cum against your cervix. Everything after - him picking up your breeding kink, you realizing that you're into detrans, him slowly warming up from apologetically indulging your kink to gleefully threatening to make you his knocked-up woman, the doctor refusing to remove your womb - was just a prelude to you knowingly, deliberately coming off T and conceiving for him.

And once again, I've been rewarded for taking forever to answer an ask by getting the perfect little update:

It has been a while since i sent in my confession/story. It was long af. But I said in it, I was stopping t in feb so my partner and I could have a child. We would let nature take its course and not stress out about it. But I can happily say we’ve about three months along now.

Three months - past the most risk of miscarriage, and just at the beginning of when you might start to show. Just when you really have to start thinking about how long you'll try to hide it from everyone who thinks you're a cis man, and what you'll tell them when you swell up too big to hide the truth any longer.

You got pregnant for him as soon as you met him, without intending to or knowing it or being ready, and it ended too soon. But now you are ready - now it's the culmination of everything you've both wanted. And even if you go back on T as soon as you can, you'll always remember this time: when your body changed for him in the way it's always wanted to.

It has been awhile since I’ve posted. Idk if I had a name, but here’s one: hopeful Anon 🔆 I got married. My pregnancy went smoothly with a lot monitoring. My baby is nearly five months old. Life is kinda going back to normal, trying to that new balance with a baby and husband. He jokes about another one, sometimes. Unless he forces it out his own vagina this time—- then hard, NO! If you wanna know any details, just ask lol. I just don’t know want to put for it!

So it really did happen. You got knocked up the first time a man came in you, and now - five years later - that man is the father of your baby.

First and foremost: congratulations, Anon. Kink aside, this is a really sweet story.

Kink back in the center, though: guess the doctor who wouldn't let you get a hysterectomy had the right of it, huh? If a man hadn't taken away your choice, you wouldn't have your beautiful little family.

As for details, I think we'll all be very interested in anything you care to share about the experience of being pregnant, but some particular questions:

- In your first ask, you talked about being stealth and dysphoria as reasons pregnancy would be difficult for you; in the update, you don't mention those at all. Do they just pale in comparison to the pain of birth, or were they less of a factor than you thought? (If you knew a second birth would be painless, would you want to eventually have another child?)

- Did the pregnancy out you, or did you announce it before it became undeniable? Either way, what was that like?

- Your now-husband used to taunt you about how he would force you off T and knock you up; once you were off T and knocked up, how did your detrans play change? Did it get more intense, or less? (And have you gone back on T?)

- How did it feel to finally live out your breeding kink, and watch your body change because of your husband's seed, in the way it almost did years before? (And you had top surgery, but did the pregnancy still affect your chest?)

I’m unfortunately keeping it, I went to the clinic to get an abortion and I was too far past the cutoff to get one. So naturally I called him up.

An hour later he was cumming in me again and talking about how much my tits would swell up, and how he had “turned me back to the right path”. We haven’t used a condom since he found out I was pregnant, and he got rid of them.

I’m scared for what this baby will do to my body, I’ll never be perceived as a guy again. Maybe I want that? He finally let me sleep over after we fucked, I heard him call his mom about me and he told her I was “pretty and smart” and now I just want to be that for him (and for my baby now I guess?)

He wants me to move into his place, which is nice, but he also wants me to quit my job and take care of housework “so when the baby comes you’ll have practice” he said it’s where I belonged.

On a different note I feel the baby kicking every so often, I got an app that tracks the pregnancy and my baby is the size of a carrot. My stomach is definitely noticeably swelled up, and I’m not sure how I thought I’d be able to get rid of it.

I thought I was three or four months along but I’m actually on the later end of five months. I looked back at old pictures of myself and my hips have noticeably widened, he grabs at them often when we fuck and it makes me feel so horny despite wanting to be a guy.

He also made me stop pursuing a T prescription, he said it would make me less attractive to him and I really want him to like me, so that’s off the table.

The sex is really good and I don’t think I’ll be having just one kid if it continues like this.

(Previously)

I really couldn't have hoped for a better follow-up than "I'm more pregnant than I thought, so it turns out I don't have a choice."

You didn't even know how long you were growing a baby. While your body did the most female thing it could possibly do, you pretended to be a boy and put off doing anything and didn't pay attention. And your reward for that is the inevitability of a nine-month belly, and birth.

It's so, so funny that this is how you spent your very first full night of the future father of your babies (plural), though. Dripping cum and losing your choice. The second time you ever saw him, you got fucked full of his seed in a motel because he decided to take the condom off and you were too wet to object, but the first time you got to fall asleep next to him was when you failed to not become the mother of his child.

I'm amazed you even tried, really. Because I've hardly ever seen a struggle this feeble. You're so scared that no one will ever see you as a man again, but you've already decided that T is "off the table" because your baby daddy thinks it'd make you look too mannish. You get needy every time you feel his hands on your widening hips. You went to an abortion clinic, and when you found out it was too late, you took more of your breeder's cum and started thinking about the next child.

A few months ago I started dating this guy. Very nice cis man a few years older than me. He took me out on a date. We started texting more and more afterwards and opened up about kinks. I didn’t share my detrans kink right away.

I forget how it came about, if he mentioned it first or if I did but one day it came up. Well he realized how turned on it made me and jumped into it head first.

During normal conversations he made references to me being a woman. He would say “how’s my girl doing?” When I woke up in the morning. It all made me guilty but disgustingly horny. When I had to fill out forms with my birth sex on them I sent him pics.

He changed my name in his phone to my deadname. He told me he would never fuck me as a man ever again. Every single time we fucked he called me a woman. I started shaving my body, wearing lingerie under my clothes for him.

Anyways it didn’t work out for other reasons and he dumped me but wow was that fun

Aww, this one is just sweet. You start dating a nice guy, you open up to him about what your cunt really needs, and he treats you like the slutty girl that you are.

My favorite part about this, actually, is the forms. Because it shows off one of the best things about fakeboys: even the most mundane reminders of what you are can get you wet. Some girls need wine and roses and soft beds; some girls put down an "F" on paperwork and are instantly ready to be fucked full of cum on a hard floor.

I wanted to get a little more in depth about what we did.

At first I told him I only wanted to do the detrans kink part of the time and he agreed. However, he did confess that he thought it would be very exciting to do it all the time.

Little by little he began wearing down my mind. If I forgot something obvious he would blame it on my “girl brain”. When I made a joke I was his “crazy woman”.

What did it for me was how casual and confident he was. He called me a woman, the opposite of my identity, as if he was commenting on the weather. It was as though my years of transition and hard work were just nothing. The worst part was how much I enjoyed it. I was slipping off to my bedroom throughout my day to make myself cum.

The horniness became more and more overwhelming until I stopped telling him I needed emotional breaks from the kink.

He noticed, and told me how happy he was that I was more comfortable with myself. I had shared with him pictures of me pre transition in college and he sent them to me telling me I was so beautiful in them. He said he couldn’t wait for me to get back to that and how happy he was to be able to help. It was all so caring and degrading.

At his house I told him I wanted to wrestle him and prove I was stronger. He laughed at me sweetly and agreed. Anyways one moment I was on my feet and the next I was flat on my back with my legs over his shoulders hahaha. I did genuinely try my best to fight back but it was kind of shocking how easy he overpowered me. He knew he was a lot stronger than me so did it gently by firm as to not hurt me. My pants were pulled down and he choked me while he fished his cock out and….well you know the rest.

I think it was that experience that really solidified in my mind I was not a man. Even the guys I’ve messaged with after the breakup have made references to my small and delicate nature even if I never mentioned my detrans kink.

Next he began calling me by my deadname more. My real name, my legal name. In a matter of days it was all he called me, whispering it in my ear even around my friends. He showed me how he changed my name in his phone.

We went out with my friends and he pulled me into a club bathroom and fucked me. All while calling me his girl and I confessed to him out loud over and over that I was a woman and would never pretend to be a man again. It was the most turned on I’ve ever been.

He pulled me aside three time that night to breed my pussy. Each time he just pulled up my pants and we went back to the party.

Anyways I just thought I’d share that haha. Haven’t been able to cum even months after we last saw each other without thinking about how I’m a woman.

The first ask was fun, but this is so much better. 🖤

I love that the thing that really made you his woman was... casual misogyny. Again, some girls would be upset at their boyfriend implying they were ditzy and emotional because of their sex - but not you! You'd fought so hard to be a man, and so him telling you that you were a silly girl was just one defeat layered on another, and that just made you need to find somewhere private to rub your girl brains out.

The wrestling, though: that's classic. It's so funny that fakeboys truly don't understand how different they are from men. Believing the lies you tell yourself that you're basically a man, I guess? But it's hard to keep up that lie when you're fighting as hard as you can, and he's trying his best to be gentle, and you still end up on your back with your dripping pussy spread wide open.

Absolutely gorgeous. A "stone butch", whining and squirming and helplessly stretched around an older man's cock. "Too tight" to take a woman's finger, but so soaking wet for him that he didn't even have to try to push inside of you.

You should be pregnant. It would only be appropriate. Just by fucking you once, he changed so much of what you believed about your pussy and your sexuality; now the seed he planted inside of you should change your body and your future.

One of those conversations just started today: I got to follow along in real time as the big-titted one gave into the needs the T gave her, and found out just how quickly you can go on Grindr and find men willing to empty their balls into you. She's probably getting fucked bare as I write this.

The other one, though... we've been talking for a while, and she already lost her virginity a couple weeks ago - to a man she met on Grindr. In the fourth message she ever sent me, a few months ago, she told me "i can’t even imagine getting pregnant." She was messaging me to tell me she was pregnant, and might keep it.

I’m not so shy that I need Lara or whoever to talk me into things, I’m not a child. I don’t just do whatever the last person that I talked to tells me to. And like, I know how saying that sounds, especially at the top of this, but cut me some slack here, my ego is on thin enough ice as it is right now. I’ve been giving all this some thought the last couple days, & decided to just rip the bandaid off, to get it out of my system as quick as possible so I could just stop daydreaming of this shit. I’m lesbian, I had my first crush on a girl when I was what, 10 or so? I do not like guys, & I’d remember that when I tried one, right?

I took the day off work, trolled around on a dating site, & found a hookup. I was pretty clear about what I was looking for, even if I didn’t tell him that I was lesbian. We met up, & he had me blow him after some over the pants action. It . . . wasn’t very good? At least, I probably wasn’t very good, felt like I was choking on the damn thing. It was warm, & slaty, & kinda uncomfortable. But the thing about it, you know how if you hold your breath for a while when you’re swimming or whatever, the air tastes sweeter afterwards? Almost intoxicating. There was a little bit of that, on account of me not know how to suck a dick, apparently, but I bring it up because it felt kind of similar on the whole, a kinda unpleasant exercise with the promise of something sweeter afterwards, even if I didn’t quite get there? I’m not sure I’m making sense, so I’ll lay off the metaphors. The experience was unsatisfying, & didn’t scratch the itch.

But I still had some time to kill, so I figured I’d try again. And fuck if I ain’t glad I did. I met a different guy at a bar, & after a few drinks, went back to his place. We were tearing each other’s clothes off before we even got in the door, but when I tell you I felt like I couldn’t even breathe right when he put his hand on my chest & pushed me into the bed, like, fuck. I know I was making noises when he fucked me, but I could not for the life of me tell you what I said or if they were even intelligible words. It was rough & hot & filling & I didn’t even realize he finished in me until he had me finger myself with it ‘cause he said he wanted to make sure I got off.

I’d like to pretend I was unfazed by this, but to be honest it was just a lot? I kinda broke down afterwards. I felt good & I felt bad & I’m pretty sure there were big fat crocodile tears in there somewhere, but he held me & he combed through my hair until I calmed down. I’d like to blame going back for seconds on the fact that he was holding my head in his lap, but to be honest I just wanted to see if it would be like last time. It was hot & uncomfortable & salty, but also a little sweet, & somehow kinda fun to bob my head on once I got the hang of it? To the point that I powered off my phone when it started to buzz cause I wasn’t finished yet. I could keep going, but it’s really just more crappy erotica, & you already get the picture.

I initially didn’t want to send in another ask, as much to avoid giving the satisfaction as to avoid admitting any of this to myself. But I’m doing it because when I got home, I checked my phone, & I saw that call I ignored earlier was from Lara. She left a voicemail, she was nervous, saying she wanted to talk with me about something, & asking if we could meet for coffee when she’s back in town on Sunday. Neither of us like coffee. I think you can put the pieces together. And the fact that I ignored her, hung up on her, just so I could. Fuck. Fuck!

So yeah. Feeling a lot of things, right now, you can probably see why I wanted to vent. Sorry this is stupid long, felt like I had a lot to get out & it just kept going on forever. Thanks for listening, if you’re still around. Well wishes & all that.

(Previously)

Oh oh oh, perfect. I'm so proud of you, sweetheart.

For being brave, obviously. For being resilient, when your first time sucking cock didn't give you what you were looking for.

And, of course, for being a good little bareback whore for the first time. For losing your gold star by getting your brains so thoroughly fucked out that you lost thought and speech. For coming, at his instruction, with a pussy full of his sperm.

Do you know how pleased I am, that you missed that call from Lara because you were too busy sucking off the cock that had just filled you with seed? You didn't do anything wrong, by doing that - it doesn't affect her any differently than if you missed the call for any other reason, and it's not like you could have answered it - but I love it, and I'm sure there's going to be girls reading this and coming to the thought of being in your place. (Some of them to the thought of being in hers, too.)

This went as well as it could have possibly gone. You did finally get what you wanted, and at just the right time - if you'd waited a single day more, you wouldn't have been able to bring yourself to do it.

He's taller than me, and stronger than me, and older than me. Big shoulders and a big bushy beard and a big fat cock that scrapes the depths of my pussy, stretching me almost painfully with every thrust. Every time we fuck, we somehow end up in missionary, so he can watch my eyes roll back in my head when I feel his cum spurting against my cervix. He stays inside me as long as he can, and when he pulls out he inevitably replaces his cock with a couple of fingers, pushing his cum deeper into me and forcing orgasm after orgasm out of me to ensure his seed settles in my womb. When we fall asleep, it's with one of my nipples in his mouth, and his fingers still inside me, the most sensitive parts of my anatomy inescapable while I wrestle with the post orgasm dysphoria of having my pussy claimed by a real man.

I'm not pregnant. Unsure if I ever will be, at this rate. But I fall asleep and wake up thinking about his cock. It's distracting while I try to catch up on course material for my exams. He spoils me, too: cooks for me, dresses me up in his clothes, firmly takes my hand and leads me around in public like a confused excitable mutt. Seeing his cock swell in his pants at my submission empties my brain instantly.

So, watch out boys - if you listen to your pussy for even a week or two, you'll end up as the property of a real man, led around in a daze by the pull of his cock to your womb.

What a sweet little update from stupid slut anon, for Pride Month. You'll remember her as the one who fastidiously avoided fucking anyone during her first year on T, and then downloaded Grindr and immediately started getting countless loads fucked into her by a wide variety of men.

My dear stupid slut anon, it is so funny to hear you say "Unsure if I'll ever be [pregnant], at this rate." after approximately six weeks. You know that the sheer amount of semen that goes into your womb isn't what determines that, right? You have to ovulate, and you get a shot at that every month. As long as your man keeps filling you with cum - and there seems to be no doubt of that - he'll keep getting a chance to hit the target.

Even if he doesn't, though, what a lovely little rescue story. He found a needy little mutt getting mounted by anyone who passed by, and took her home. He gave you a place: underneath him, or at his feet. He trained you to behave, and to know your place.