Hi I’m in the 20s, I’m trans non binary, and I write kinky stuff from time to time.
I will write a variety of things, happy to do fem, male or Gn/Nb readers. If you want characters and stuff I have a fanfic account @littlebeanwrites so you can go there too:)
I’m not into being misgender.
💖kind of new/ exploring, bondage, toys, rough and fun stuff.
❌piss, shit ect.
Masterlist for the kinky shit I write.
You’re welcome to make request for certain kinks or tropes.
Kinktober Masterlist
Fuck : tentacle fic
Milking: kind of part 2
Help me: stuck in wall/ public use fic
The predicament and the pain: milking, bondage fic
Mean girls turn you into a slave
Debts to pay part1- part 2 -public use kink
His personal flashlight- part 1 Part 2
Old town: part 1 bar stool- part 2 the farm and the bull-part 3 parade
(If your familiar with my writting this is a little different, little softer, more lovely dovy ect)
~contains: trans masc reader x cis man. Mention of top surgery scars, mild feminisation, light bondage, oral, fingering and praise kink;)
The lights of the club changed from a vibrant red to a cool blue. The contrasting colours glided over his face. His eyes hungry and needy. His hands roamed my body… no they claimed me. My knees on either side of him, I hovered above the stranger. My arms above my head as I drunkenly sung the words to some 2000s pop.
His hands wondered up and under my mesh shirt, his fingers ran along the scars that I adored. That defined me.
“Dance for me pretty boy” he smirked. I happily and drunkenly obliged.
Then I heard her nagging voice, laced in care sure but she was still a cock block. She hoisted me off him and told me it was “getting late and time to go”
Before I could be dragged back to reality, back to hiding, I quickly gave the stranger my number…
Days passed and it had become a blur, a dream at times, waking up thighs wet as the image of the man whom held me so delicately yet so possessively.
‘Hey… I’m Will we meet at the club on the weekend’
My phone fell flat on my face!
I walked up the stairs and I’m still not sure why I agreed to this. I didn’t know him. We should be meeting in a public place or coffee shop. But he apparently has a fully stocked bar at home, and he’s supposedly a good cook…how could I say no.
He opened the door with a smile, a clean steamed button up, a light blue and dark jeans to match. Hair combed back, neat. He’s almost what I remember, except not drunk, covered in sweat and in ‘clubbing’ attire.
We sat and had a lovely meal, chatting for what felt like hours. We drank but not excessively… it felt like a date…
We sat on his couch, well he sat on the couch I sat on him. Hovering above him, kissing his lips soft and plum.
“Dance for me pretty boy, please” he whined guiding my hips to swing to the soft music. He encouraged me to remove my shirt and covered me in kisses and bites.
It was slow, sensual and messy. Droll connected our lips as we parted another hot kiss, my pants soaked and his cock was pressed hard against me as I grinned down on him.
He guided to his room like a puppy, pulling on the thin necklace I had on, cooing me with praise.
“Come on pretty boy” “plz pretty boy” “good boy” his voice was more intoxicating than the drinks.
Before we spoke, boundaries and safe words, our own wants and needs. And it was hot… awkward but he made everything sound so good.
He stayed dress while he slowly undressed me, his praising pouting all over me, both verbally and physically, he had barely touched me and I was putty in his hands.
He took of his belt and bound my hands behind me. I kneeled on the floor and looked up as his cock sprung free. He tapped it against my bottom lip before I happily opened my mouth.
Droll spilled down my chin and onto my chest and knees, the floor wet with droll, pre and my own slick.
He fucked my throat, it wasn’t violent but rough, I had no control really, couldn’t stop him if I tried… he pulled me off with a loud pop and dragged me up into the bed. He ran his finger under my chin, down my throat and along my chest collecting drool before pushing my face into gen pillow and fucking my pussy with it.
The sounds where sinful, wet sloshing as I came around his digits, his sheets drenched. He pulled me up against his chest playing with my nipples before sliding his cock into my boy pussy.
He fucked rough, desperate. But some how it was still gentle. He soothed me with praise and encouragement. Each harsh thrust meet with soft hands and sweet words.
But the time he was down with me I laid down in fresh sheets, he dragged me to the shower and cleaned me. I was tired and sore but I felt beyond alive.
He laid beside me, that typical awkwardness after a one night stand began to form but with a simple smile it faded.
“I hope I can dance for you again some time” my voice weak but I know he heard me.
Contains: mild bondage, cnc vibes, oral and toys;)
Your kneeling on the floor, a wand on low on the floor, he pushes you down till your cunt is against it, practically sitting.
He sits on the edge of the bed legs spread cock out. Your arms are forced behind your back as he forces your mouth open and slides his cock down your throat.
He fucks your face. His cock hitting the back of your throat over and over again. Your whines and moans muffled by his cock.
He stops and adjust the wands settings. It slowly goes up to the highest vibration and back down to the lowest, over and over again.
You’re a whining moaning mess. Drool drips down your chin and coats your tits as the bounce with each thrust.
He adjust the settings again to be solely on high. Your body twitches and thrashes. He’s legs plant themselve against your thoughts forcing you down further.
Your head falls back but his grip on your head and fucks your throat through your orgasm.
He pulls out and cums on your chin, tits and tongue….
“Did you bring the drinks?” A man asked, the other man nods and the men in the room cheer.
“Did you bring the bitch?” The same man laughs as your dragged into the room. The men cheer and your quickly stripped and fucked.
All holes, both hands full of cock.
Your gagging and moaning. Your screams muffled by cock. They don’t care.
They shove beer bottles inside you, watching the golden liquid disappear. You’re high and drunk -and eventually you can barely physically fight back anymore.
You wake up in a cage, cum dried to your skin. Your master looks down at you with a large smile on his face.
*kind of pet play, bondage and humiliation, filming*
Your bound tight, legs spread cunt dripping. Little clips pinch your nipples, bells on the end. A wand pressed against your clit on low. A big thick dildo gag down your throat. Droll dripped down your chin, your moans muffled.
The rules are simple, last 30 minutes. But Each time your owner hears the bells is another 10 minutes for your next punishment.
You practically hold your breath, it’s fairly easy with the silicon cock down your throat.
The vibrations are painfully low, but make it easy to stay still….
If was too easy….
Then up it went. Now it’s hard. You’re trying your best to not thrash, to manage your breathing.
Up again and you can’t stop the way you move
The bells ring. Again and agin.
It’s punishment time.
“You’re my little lamb aren’t you?” They laugh gripping your face.
Little lamb ears hanging on the side of your face. A bell collar around your neck, an open mouth gag kept your lips parted, tongue out.
Your kept on your knees, legs and arms bound ensuring you do so. A little lamb tail plug in your tight ass. He used bamboo rod to smack your ass and force you to crawl on the floor. As they guided you through the house mocking you. You ended up by the screen door. The yard is fairly private, but still…. It’s been raining, it’s cold and it’s mid day.
He opens the door and whacks your dripping cunt.
“Outside!” They snap hitting you again. You step outside. It’s insanely cold, your moving slows naturally. They hit you again and again. Till your in the middle of the yard.
They tell you to wait and the leave.
They return with a large wooden stake and duffle bag full of toys and other things….
You’re tied to the stake now deep in the ground. A fucking machine forces a dildo down your throat. A cluster of small vibrators are taped to your clit and nipples and shoved into your cunt.
“Ok little lamb you’ll be out here for one hour and thirty minutes, best behave. I’ll be living streaming everything ok” and they walked away. “And it it rains, don’t worry the machines water prof, and I’ll make sure you don’t cum”
They sit on the porch, camera set up as the dildo forces itself down your throat. Your hips buck chasing the sensation you know will never increase. The bell rings with each thrust.
Forty minutes in and it starts to rain. And the machine begins to go fast.
With twenty minutes left they returned to replace the vibrators with he very wet dildo. And with a smile they say “I’ll make you cum as many times as your bell just rang… I promise”
It’s fast, deep and the vibrations are increased 10x. They force another dildo into your mouth thrusting by hand as it muffles your moans. Your first orgasm hits quickly and there’s not rest. You’re a screaming sobbing mess when the third one hits.
They drag your muddy wet body into the house, a babbling mess.
Seven minutes in heaven, but it's you and another sub bound together tightly in a dark closet with a powerful vibrator tied between you. You can't do anything but make out, grind your bodies together, and cum your brains out all over each other, until you're so needy and dumb from all the forced orgasms that you don't even notice it's been a lot longer than seven minutes.
One thing that works exceptionally well for post orgasm torture is tying them up and teasing them gently with a vibe on a lower setting for as long as they can possibly take it. Kissing their neck and playing with their mouth and teasing their hole with your fingers while you keep them on the edge for what feels like an eternity. Slowly down each time the teasing brings them close. Sweetly caressing them until they're such a quivering mess their legs uncontrollably jerking and their moans becoming pathetic, needy whimpers until you finally, suddenly, turn the vibe up to its highest setting and force them over the edge, then keep it pressed against them until they're writhing in uncontrollable pleasure and agony, a helpless toy forced to cum over and over again until their brain turns to mush
Image being stuck in a small glass box with only two holes. People watch on as you struggle. Your bound onto your knees, a ring gag forces your mouth open.
2 dildos attached to the end of machines. They thrust into your hole and the other down your throat.
They keep going no matter how much your fight it’s pointless. Your moans and screams are muffled but gags, drool and rubber.
By the end of the night the glass is slippery with your juices and you lost count of how may times you came.
Object insert in a “im so desperate to fill you i dont even care what with” kinda way
Object insert in a “your slutty hole will take fucking anything you shove in it” kinda way
Object insert in a “im a pretty dumb toy that is just begging to be filled” and “you said you just wanted to be filled, you said you wanted anything!” kinda way
Object insert in a “i wonder if you can take this” kinda way
Object insert in a “im going to make this fit in you” kinda way
Object insert in a “i bet you cant do it” kinda way
The woods~Gender Neutral Reader (short kink fic) 18+
A hike seemed like a good idea, but when you slipped and went off the trail you thought it couldn’t get worse, till it did.
He watched and followed, he never thought an opportunity like this would happen. He ran down the slope after you. He didn’t hesitate. He pulled the zip ties and duck tape from his pocket, tugged your arms back. You screamed, he ripped your pants and tore your panties, shoving them into you moth before the tape secured them in place.
He didn’t prep you, no. He was desperate. He forced his cock into your hole. You thrash and fought against your restraints. He came with a grunt in your ear. Then an idea. He dragged you deeper and deeper into the woods. An old fence, he fixed your legs apart, cum still dripping down your thigh. Zip tied them to the metal and took a photo with the coordinates. He wrote on your chest “local woods cock slut”
An hour later you had been fucked by at least ten different men. Your hole dripping and wet, abused and stuffed with sticks. Your mouth forced open by a meta gag one man brought. Drool and cum covered your chest, nipples clamped to the fence when you weren’t being bent over to suck cock.
The sun had set and you were a broken, blubbering cum coated mess…. He didn’t want you anymore, used and wrecked. So he left you. Surely someone will find you and help. Or someone will take you for themselves.
It’s not your typical kind of church confession booth.. it’s not even a booth. It’s a small box in the back room.
You’re stuffed into the small box, bottom half poking out of the top. Your pussy taped over, strictly forbidden. But a small vibrator on low was taped underneath, just to tease, punishment. Your ass was plugged, small, enough to stretch and make fucking you slightly more comfortable… but not big enough to make you at all lose… not yet at least. 
Clips pinch your nipples connected to a wire, attached to a small peddle bunch box, step on it, a small eclectic shock. A gag between your lips to muffle the screams. Drool already dripping onto the bottom.
The door opened and the sound of a belt unbuckling and pants heating the floor follow.
Then in a low familiar voice
“Forgive me dear, take my confession. Take all my sins and seed”
Then the plug is yanked out with a pop. His cock slides in. The stretch is painful but he doesn’t care as he picks up the pace. It’s fast and rough, his foot slams down in the pedal, your screams even muffled echo in the back room. The man laughs, egging him on more. He hits the pedal again.
His cum spills inside you, then as he pulls out with a pop, it drips out onto the box.
“Don’t waist my confession whore” he huffs stuffing the plug back….
The door opened and chatter and life filled the room…
“I’m lucky I was early… that’s quite the line” he laughs as another man walks in, shuts the door and repeats.
6 hours passed, the nuns let you out of the box, your nipples burnt from the constant shocks. You belly sore, your ass worse. Your pussy drenched and needy. You didn’t come once, the men all came quickly and it wasn’t enough stimulation… but it’s a sin… you are the churches whore, your pussy is forbidden…
