u/panlovers

You stagger back into your apartment after another long night of bullshit, the door clicking shut behind you like it always does. Your phone’s still buzzing in your pocket, more texts from the guys, laughing at the latest rumor you dropped about her. The one where you swore up and down she’d cornered that quiet dude from the party last month and forced herself on him. Lies, all of it, but who cares? It’s funny. She deserves it for ghosting you after that one hookup. Or maybe you just like the way people look at you when you talk shit. Either way, it’s been weeks of this, and you’re riding the high. The living room light is already on. You don’t remember leaving it that way.

Then you see her.

She’s sitting on your couch like she owns the place, legs crossed, wearing that tight black hoodie you used to tease her about. Her eyes are calm. Too calm. A small, almost sweet smile plays on her lips as she tilts her head.

“Hey, asshole,” she says snapped. “Miss me?”

She comes at you too fast, the surprise catches you off gaurd. You try to twist away, heart slamming, but she’s faster than you expected and stronger, too, or maybe it’s the adrenaline and the way she’s been planning this. Another zip-tie cinches your other wrist, then your ankles, and suddenly you’re on your knees on the living-room carpet, arms bound tight behind your back, face shoved down against the couch cushion. The room spins. You taste fabric softener and fear.

She doesn’t undress you gently. Your jeans are jerked down just far enough, your boxers shoved aside, and her fingers that are slick with something she must have prepared and circle your hole without warning. You buck, panic rising, but the zip-ties bite into your skin and her knees lock you in place. “Relax,” she says, almost sweetly, as one finger pushes inside you. “Or don’t. I don’t really care.”

"Guess its time I make those rumors true."

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Hope yall enjoyed that! As you can see there is a lot of themes and kinks going on here.

Kinks that would be included: Noncon, pegging, forced breeding, bondage, humiliation, revenge, blackmail, overstimulation, public and many more!

I would ask you to be able to write in third person and at least literate (i would say like four big paragraphs?), the above is an example of how I write and I can really get it going with the right partner.

Everything can be discussed! See ya soon

Wowow I got a lot more attention on my first post than I expected, I really like it ngl. Thought I was throwing things at the wall but it honestly opened up a real dark part of my brain I wanna explore or at least write about so I can actually take a nap without being so hot and bothered.

(Still a femdom, applies to the guys too haha.)

Anyways another thing that I want and may write a whole fanfic out depending how this post does- is make a partner face their fears.

A partner with a debilitating fear of cock. They could be scared of men too, but whether plastic or the real thing- They want nothing to do with it. Maybe something traumatic or just the disgust is too much to bare..don't worry I understand! Fingers and tongue work just as good baby..but I already have a plan in motion.

You find it one day, a huge collection with all different shapes and colors. Some a size that you can barely wrap two hands around and the others about the size of you fist, you know its just plastic. Nothing real about it, no smell or taste but its in your hand and you are frozen. I come in all innocent and apologize, tell you that I'll hide it..but then the suggestion comes.

"Why not just give it a try? It's just a toy."

I know its the steady pipeline down, you're practically limp and so frightened. Maybe even dry but that's nothing lube can't fix, any sort of denial or way of stopping gets cut off once it's inside. It feels wrong, too much and too big but every plea to make it stop gets interrupted by you moaning. You like this, your pussy does at least even if your brain hasn't caught on yet. Your pussy doesn't want to let go, your body knows even when you don't.

It's a one time thing, a fluke, you didn't get to come but you still feel it days later. With my convincing you decide to do it again, still unwilling but you're already dripping for it. You even come this time, so hard and made a mess of the bed..It's fine, not like it was the real thing. Plastic toys are made for this sort of thing and hey, you faced your fear. The sight and feeling doesn't make you want to curl up in disgust!

Then something happens, maybe a man follows you home. You feel a stranger press his hard on while you are standing in the packed train. You get yelled at by a man who wouldn't rejection for an answer. Reminded as to why you hated that thing in the first place.

You come home and I am sitting on the couch with my friend on the opposite side and his cock out and hard that it makes you drop your bags. I come over and give you a big kiss..

"Ready to try the real thing?"

And we both know that I don't take no for an answer.

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Hehe tell me how much you liked it and maybe if this is a real fear for you!

Soooo I've been lurking around the subreddit for a bit, really enjoying the posts and fantasy but was wondering how others feel about the femdom side of things? A little less male centered but more manipulative and deceiving.

I mean I am an ally, I support all my friends and their endeavors and explorations. Their identity is their journy and they can't help their attraction..but I want to be the one to control that. I want us to go to a bar and some guys are looking over, I point to the one that can't stop staring at you. Maybe you secretly have a crush on me or maybe I already know, use it against you. I ask you to try and get his number for me, always so understanding that guys just don't do it for you.

You would never expect its me orchestrating everything, I mean I validate your pronouns and correct others when they misgender you. But now you're a little tipsy, with me holding your legs apart and calling you a pretty girl while you take a cock you didn't ask for. Your best friend, the first person you came out to is forcing you to strip away your identity one thrust at a time.

"If you like girls so much, why are you so wet taking cock?"

"If you're really a man why do you keep moaning like a girl?"

It'll circle in your mind long after, when you wake up and not even sure if what happened was real or some suppressed dream. After all I'm not acting any different, wanting to go to the bar again shouldn't fill you with such dread.

Goddd I want it to happen so badly, literally wishing on a star haha