you would know. you're the one who has to experience it firsthand, after all. of course—you love hiccup dearly, the man is simply a lovesick fool at your hands. seemingly always has been.
though . . . you'd argue he loves you a little too much.
his fixation on you should be disturbing. it really should; but it isn't, and at some point, you grew to enjoy it. an absolute sweetheart in public, yet he's the same one stealing your panties. the same one who eats you out with hearts in his eyes, who whimpers when you pull at his hair just right, who overstimulates himself just to please you. and because his pull out game is shit.
and gods, you wouldn't trade the poor man for anything. probably because he'd burn down and ruin countless lands trying to get to you, but that's beside the point.
cw: SMUT. LOTS OF SMUT!!!! dark content. MDNI. i think all of this is a given bc it's kinktober but regardless, anything beyond this is pure, dirty smut with like. sometimes a smidge of plot. tags will be added accordingly for each day
an: teehee i've never written for kinktober before but the brain rot for this show is REAL. all of these are reader inserts with the gender of each reader being noted at the start of each day. not all will be fem reader, but most will be.
[ AO3 ] [ @pittkinktober ]
October 1st - Medical Examination / michael robinavtich
October 2nd - Nipple Play / jack abbot
October 3rd - Vibrator / samira mohan
October 4th - Morning Sex / jack abbot
October 5th - Dirty Talk / jack abbot
October 6th - Spit Kink / frank langdon
October 7th - Quiet Sex / michael robinavitch
October 8th - Wet Dream / dennis whitaker
October 9th - Pegging / frank langdon
October 10th - Mirror Sex / samira mohan
October 11th - Oral Fixation / heather collins
October 12th - Orgasm Denial / dennis whitaker
October 13th - Asphyxiation/Choking / trinity santos
October 14th - Breeding/Creampie / michael robinavitch
October 15th - Sextape / michael robinavtich & frank langdon
October 16th - Latex/Leather / melissa king
October 17th - Face Sitting / trinity santos
October 18th - Phone Sex / frank langdon
October 19th - Handcuffs/Restraints / jack abbot
October 20th - Glory Hole/Free Use / frank langdon
October 21st - Blowjob/Cunnilingus / michael robinavitch
October 22nd - Sadomasochism / trinity santos
October 23rd - Food Play/Whipped Cream / victoria javadi
October 24th - Public Sex / jack abbot
October 25th - Double Penetration / jack abbot & michael robinavitch
October 26th - Somnophilia / michael robinavtich
October 27th - Stretching/Size Kink / jack abbot
October 28th - Nude Photos / michael robinavitch
October 29th - Voyeurism/Exhibitionism / frank langdon & melissa king
October 30th - Workplace Sex / michael robinavitch
October 31st - Dealer's Choice / michael robinavtich
synopsis- the main thing anybody who knows you would associate you with is your love for basketball. unfortunately, the second thing that would come to mind is your insane social anxiety— the sole reason for you never joining your high school's basketball team. you were just to afraid to screw anything up, leading to you reducing your passion for the sport into a mere hobby. but things change when you enter college. your friends help boost your confidence a bit and convince you to try out for the college's team. you feel like things might actually go smoothly, until a certain cheerleader with pink hair streaks and whisker dimples makes you revert back to your awkward self..
pairing- cheerleader!megan x tmasc!basketballplayer!reader
warnings- transphobia (not much but still), profanity, mentions of injury and blood at some point, suggestive jokes, kys/kms jokes, underage drinking, body dysmorphia, social anxiety
tags- smau, college au, some written parts, fluff, angst, reader cringe asl sometimes, megan is lowk awkward too, reader is manon's cousin
a/n- yooo it's king von! this is my first time ever posting a fic or wtv on here. also my first time writing a smau so hopefully this won't be buns.. im not in college yet so if i get anything wrong abt college life or wtv pls bare with me😭 anyways i hope yall fw this!!
TransFtM!reader had known testosterone would change things. You'd done the research, talked it over with doctors, sat through the lectures and pamphlets and careful warnings. Starting slow with patches had been exactly that, slow. A bit more body hair, a slight shift in emotions, the sense of something building under the surface but never quite cresting.
And then you switched to shots.
The first injection hadn’t even hurt that bad. Nikolai had hovered the entire time like a worried hawk, pretending not to watch while absolutely watching, hand warm and steady on your knee afterward.
“You okay, dorogoy?” he’d asked quietly.
You had smiled. “Yeah. I’m ready.”
You had not, however, been ready for the next morning.
The common room was blessedly empty when you stumbled in, socked feet dragging across the floor. You didn’t even bother sitting properly, just flopped face-first onto the couch, head buried in a cushion, legs dangling awkwardly over the back like a discarded coat.
Every nerve in your body felt loud.
Hungry, restless, irritated for no clear reason, and painfully aware of every sensation under your skin.
“Who the hell was going to tell me that you’re horny, hungry, and angry just by waking up?” You grumbled into the fabric.
A beat.
Then, from behind them, “Well. If you want to fuc-”
You groaned. “Don’t.”
John's boots came into view as he stopped beside the couch, coffee mug in hand. He didn’t look amused so much as…fondly concerned. “Rough morning?”
“I could eat a horse,” You muttered. “And fight it. And maybe cry afterward. I don’t know.”
Simon appeared next, silent as ever, looming near the arm of the couch. He tilted his head slightly, skull mask discarded for once. “That’ll be the dosage increase.”
You peeked out of the cushion, squinting. “You knew?”
“I Googled,” Simon said simply.
Johnny burst in moments later, energy already at a ten. Leaning over the back of the couch, peering down at you. “You feelin’ okay, lad?”
You huffed. “Define okay.”
Kyle followed Johnny in, hands already full of protein bars and a banana he’d grabbed from the kitchen. Without a word, he set them down on the coffee table within your reach. “Eat first,” he said gently. “Everything feels worse when you don’t.”
You stared at the food like it had personally offended you, then reluctantly grabbed a bar and bit into it.
…Okay, that helped. A little.
Nikolai appeared last, as he often did, presence filling the room without effort. He took one look at you draped over the couch and softened immediately. Kneeling beside you, he brushed a hand through your hair, slow and grounding.
“Morning, moy muzhchina,” he murmured, teasing but warm. “You look… overwhelmed.”
You exhaled, tension leaking out of you at the sound of his voice. “I feel like my emotions are doing parkour.”
John snorted quietly into his mug.
Nikolai smiled. “This is normal. Second puberty, yes? Less acne, more… appetite.” His thumb rubbed small circles against your temple. “You are safe.”
That, of all things, made your throat tighten.
You swallowed hard and shifted, sitting up a little. “I just- I didn’t expect it to hit this fast. Yesterday I was fine. Today I want to eat everything in the fridge and punch a wall for existing.”
Johnny raised a hand. “For the record, we do not recommend the punching walls bit.”
Kyle nodded. “Gym’s open though. Later. If you want.”
Simon crossed his arms. “We’ll keep people off your case today.”
John set his mug down and leaned against the table, voice steady and firm in that captain way of his. “What you’re feeling doesn’t make you difficult. It makes you human. Hormones are powerful things.”
You looked around at them, really looked. No judgment. No awkwardness. Just concern, humor, and an unspoken we’ve got you hanging in the air.
“I feel stupid complaining,” You admitted quietly. “This is what I wanted.”
“And wanting something doesn’t mean it’s easy,” Nikolai said immediately. “Both can be true.”
Johnny grinned. “Besides, if this is the worst of it, we can handle a grumpy, hungry you.”
Simon added, deadpan, “You’re already grumpy.”
You barked out a laugh despite yourself.
The edge dulled further as you finished the protein bar, hunger easing into something manageable. Nikolai helped you sit properly, arm draped over your shoulders, solid and warm.
“You did something brave,” he said softly. “Your body is learning. It will take time.”
SYNOPSIS . . . sometimes life has funny ways to surprise you. for you it was when it was when your editor assigned you a high-stakes article that could save the university magazine—or close it for good. your target? daniela, the untouchable cheerleader you’ve been secretly in love with since forever. now, every photo, every interview, every headline is part of a plan: make her notice you…and maybe, just maybe, make her fall in love.
TWS . . . kms/kys jokes, anxiety, physical violence, cussing, panic attacks, kissing, alcohol, etc… DNI if you’re uncomfortable with any of these topics!!
TAGS . . . smau + written, fluff, angst, strong language, university!au, cheerleader!daniela x reporter!yn, yearning, sexual jokes, etc…
FEATURING . . . katseye, yunjin of lesserafim, lexie levin, ezrela abraham, sunghoon and heeseung of enhypen, etc…
PAIRING . . . cheerleader!daniela avanzini x reporter!tmasc!reader
STATUS . . . on going
NOTES . . . this fic is not a real portrayal of the celebrities in it. this is only for entertainment purposes. this is my first smau ever, please be kind and keep that in mind.
PROFILES . . . shit talkers 1 2 winx club 1 2 other profiles
CHAPTERS . . .
01. everybody say thank you heeseung
02. fuck my fucking chungus life (half written!)
03. plan save the magazine is SO ON
04. so i’m a boss
05. ezrela ain’t the only one
06. who sold my number
07. i need a trumpet.
08. i was raised in a broken and abusive household
Summary: During a post op bar trip, the team discovers you've never had sex. Made out with people, sure, but not the full thing. They don't want to pressure you into anything, but do want to let you know... you have options if you ever want to explore them.
Reader is trans masc in this story. Mentions of top surgery, no bottom surgery. Terms like T dick, dick/cock are used so it's not gender neutral. I haven't written smut in a while. Please be gentle.
"Oh, I've never had sex."
The table went silent, eyes lazer focused on you even more intensly than before. It was like you said you were putting in for a transfer. It had been a casual conversation that swayed to sex stories, both good and bad. The table turned to you expectantly, and you dropped the biggest verbal bomb of the night.
"Bonnie... No! There's no way!" Soap gasps in disbelief, shaking his head and lowering it in dispair. "That's a down right fuckin shame."
"Oh, come on, it's not that big of a deal." You scoff, feeling your face flush. You don't like bringing up your lack of experience because it always makes things akward.
"It is a big deal. You've missed out on so much -" Soap yelps, Ghost cutting him off with a sharp elbow to the ribs. He could tell you were getting uncomfortable, signaling for another round of drinks for the table.
"Was everyone in your home town ugly?" He grumbles, leaning back in his seat slightly. You laugh a little at that and shake your head.
"No, there were some cute guys. I just... I never felt comfortable. I got surgery two years ago, and then when I recovered, Price recruited me to the team. Haven't had much time to explore my options." You explain in a rush. The drinks get delivered, and you gratefully take a few quick sips.
"That would make sense." Price hums sympathetically, smiling lopsidedly at you before he raised his glass to his lips.
"I've never thought about that before." Gaz comments absent mindedly, sipping his beer. Soap was pouting a little as he rubbed his side, but Ghost's lips quirk slightly in a smile. "So... You were so dysphoric that you couldn't have sex?" He asks bluntly after a second. Had you not busted into laughter, Price might've smacked him in the back of the head.
"I was too dysphoric to shower some days, man. Of course I didn't want to fuck." You say through a fit of giggles, your face flushed from the alcohol now instead of embarrasment. "I mean sure, I wouldn't be object to trying it now. Just don't have the time. Would rather do it with someone I trust." You continuing as you finish up your drink. Two was your tipsy limit, and you shake a head when Ghost offers another. You didn't want to get drunk around your team. You'll start running your mouth even more.
"Well, we trust each other with our lives on the battlefield every day." Soap chimes, having appropriately licked his wounds. You raise an eyebrow at him curiously, your brain a little lagged from the liqour. You weren't following where he was going.
"Just sayin', if you ever wanted to 'explore your options', then I don't think any of us would mind helping you out."
You had seriously considered what Soap said at the bar, but you didn't jump on the option right away. You weren't against the idea by any means, but a month passed before the subject got brought up again. It was just you and Ghost, side by side in the slightly crowded bar as you bummed a cigarette from him.
"Soap didn't make you uncomfortable, did he? I could always kick his ass for you." He chimes, making you snort a little before you took another drag.
"No, he just gave me something to think about. I'm not uncomfortable by the idea, I just -" You shurg a little and finally look over at him. "I don't know what to do, and I know I will probably be awkward. I want to try other shit before I fuck one of you." You explain, already loose lipped from the shot you took at base and the margatia you were having now.
"So you are gonna fuck one of us?" Simon jokes, grinning behind the puff of smoke he breaths out. You flush a little, shooting him a little glare but there's no heat.
"Maybe." You say flipantly, shrugging your shoulders a little.
"What is it that you wanted to try, hm?"
You were never drinking with Simon again. Of course he went and told Price you past tipsy ramblings at the bar, and thats how you found yourself with you back against the older mans chest, and Simon settled in front of you in your bed.
"Relax dove." Price whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. "We're gonna go slow, make you feel real good." Simon grabs hold of your jaw gently so he could make eye contact with you.
"You've made out with people before?" Simon asks, stroking his thumb across your bottom lip. You nod immediately, feeling Price's hands slip underneath your shirt to splay against your bare skin. You jump a little at the contact, both men chuckling.
Simon presses his lips agaisnt yours, hands rubbing up and down your thighs. He doesn't go straight to tounge, giving you soft little kisses that had you sighing quietly into his mouth.
"That's nice, ain't it?" Price coos quietly into your ear, pressing a little kiss there. You hum in agreement, Simon's tounge swiping against your bottom lip. Your lips part, groaning slightly when his tounge slips into your mouth.
Two sets of hands were rubbing, groping, and squeezing at you. It was hard to keep track of them. One of Simon's hands unbuttons your pants to pull them down. Price pulls your shirt up your body, Simon sucking on your tongue before he pulls away from the kiss. Saliva connects your lips to his, your face feeling flush at the sight.
So simple, but it felt so erotic.
Price pulls your shirt off, tossing it aside while Simon makes quick work of your pants. "We're not going to fast, are we? We can slow down." Simon asks softly, nudging your nose slightly with his. You look into his eyes, surprised by how soft and gentle both of them were being with you. You shook your head no, and Price chuckles a little which makes you bounce slightly on his chest.
"Verbal answer, dove. We can't continue without that." Price encourages, moving his head down to place a few kisses on your shoulder.
"I'm okay. I want to go further." You say, Ghost nodding as he grabs hold of your boxers and pulling them off. You were the only naked one in the room now, Price easily hiking your legs over his. "Shit!" You gasp, covering your face when you see Simon looking down at your exposed sex.
"Oh, I'm going to make you feel so good, love." Simon groans, voice dropping even lower at the sight of you. Price grabs your hands in one of his, pulling them from your face.
"Look at him." Price orders as his other hand grabs your face still.
Your t dick twitches slightly as Simon gazes down at it, an embarrassed squeak leaving your lips when he licks the underside. Your eyes squeeze shut, hips twitching when Simon repeats the motion. You press your lips together, trying to pull your head free from Price's grip.
"Let him know how good you feel." Price encourages, moving his hand from your jaw to your neck. You lean into the touch, letting out a small moan when Simon's lips wrap around your cock. Your hips buck forward slightly, head falling back as Simon's tongue slips between your folds.
"Oh fuck! Simon, more. Please give me more." You beg as you wiggle your wrists in Price's grip. You needed to move, to stim, and you whimper when Price tightens his grip. "No, let go.. Need to move." You plea, choking slightly on a gasp when Simon gives you exactly what you'd begged for.
His tongue rubs across the underside of your t dick, sucking a little harder now as he rubs two fingers through your gathering slick. Price let's your wrists go when you ask, and one of them shoots down to hold onto Simon's short blonde curls.
Your other hand twists the fabric of John's pants rubbing the fabric under your palm as Simon slowly works one finger inside you. "Shit!" You gasp, hips rolling again until Price slings his now free arm over your lower belly. "No! No, please, I need -"
"You'll get it when we give it to you." Simon's rough voice cuts you off, pulling away from you just enough to speak. He pumps his finger slowly, in and out, looking up at you to watch your face twist in pleasure. "That's it, love.. just let us do the work." Simon murmurs, his ring finger now slowly being pushed inside.
You gasp, shuddering as you feel yourself stretch around his fingers. You'd never gotten a dildo for yourself, never seen the appeal of doing all the work; and your fingers had never stretched you like this. Price keeps your desperate hips still, and Simon goes back to lapping and sucking at your twitching, swollen dick.
You moan louder this time, wanting to cover your mouth, but knowing Price, he would stop you again. Simon groans, sending vibrations into your core and making your legs tense.
Your thighs shook, hips jumping under Price's arms when Simon's fingers curl against your g-spot. Tears flood your eyes as you cum, a small cry leaving your lips as you hold tight to Simon's hair.
"That's it. You look so good for us, yeah? Show Simon how good he did." Price chuckles, watching as the man held between your legs worked you through your orgasm. "Take a break, Simon." He warns when you whimper from over stimulation, a soft sob shaking your chest.
Simon's face was messy from the nose down, pulling himself up a little so he could lay your legs back down on the bed. Your hand falls from his hair to his arm, holding tight to him as you come down. "You okay, love?" He hums, grinning down at you as he wipes a tear away.
"Mmhm.. I'm okay. Feel really good." You manage after a few seconds, both men chuckling softly. "What about you two? Don't you two want to get off?" You ask, feeling Price's hard cock pressing against your lower back.
"We aren't here for us. Here to make you feel good, find what you like." Simon assures as Price carefully lays you down on your bed. "Let's get you cleaned up, yeah? We can try something new in a few days."
"Okay.." You agree sleepily, squeaking a little when Price parts your legs again for Simon to wipe you down. "Stop it." You groan, trying and failing to wiggle away from the cold wipe. Simon taps your ass playfully, but finishes up quickly and tosses the wipe away.
Both men settle on either side of you, tucking you under the blankets and rubbing your back and sides to ease you to sleep. They'd come join you in bed once they took care of their own needs, wondering how long it would take until you could take both of them.
Zayne "As a doctor, I need to check on your bottom growth progress. No, it's not sexual, I promise. I just need to put it in my mouth for medical reasons, " Li.
Summary: Megan finds out about your scars from the mastectomy
(I almost cry making this)
It was a quiet morning in Megan’s apartment.
You lay half-awake beneath the sheets, eyes unfocused as you watched pale sunlight spill through the curtains.
Somewhere down the hall, Megan was humming softly her voice light and warm.
With a soft groan, you dragged yourself out of bed, a fond, half-asleep smile settling on your face.
Mornings weren’t usually your thing but with her they were different.
You could listen the sound of her angelic voice all day if you could.
You headed for the bedroom door, fingers already curling around the hanger where your clothes waited. (btw the bedroom has a bathroom)
Shower first, then breakfast. Your daily routine
Your shirt was on the floor alredy and the door open.
You froze instantly, eyes widening as your breath caught in your throat.
You turn around quickly, you felt your heart jump caught completely off guard.
You always locked the door before showering. Always.
You just feel so in home you forgot...
You close your eyes and grab your hair begging for megan to not notice the scars under your chest, but you saw the way her eyes drop in shock.
She knew it.
The silence pressed down like a weight,you were getting mentally ready for a thousand uncomfortable questions.
You felt so ashamed, she wasn't supossed to find out like this,you were gonna tell her, you didn't want her to think that you don't trust her.
Your body untense a little instinctively as Megan’s arms sudenly wrapped around you from behind, her cheek resting gently on your shoulder.
A quiet sigh escaped you, tension melting away a little the moment you felt her warmth.
It was her way to say "Its okay".
Megan was scared of saying something wrong without meaning to, her mind a mess trying to find the right words. She hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Y/n...please don't be ashamed..." her tone was so gentle it it almost make you cry but you were holding it.
You were scared. Your mind was filled with insecurities.
"What if she leaves after this?
"She will not like me the same way anymore?
"Will she see me the same way now?
"Will she treat me differently?"
“ I love you, y/n…” she whispered, her voice almost breaking as her arms tightened around you.
The storm in your head quieted almost immediately.
Your arms remained at your sides, your body still, yet noticeably less rigid.
You took a deep breath before speaking.
"I'm sorry...you weren't supossed to find out like this..."
"Y/n don't apologize baby please...Its okay I understand..." She quickly assured you.
" You are still my perfect boy...nothing changes..." the pressure in your chest began to fade, she find just the right words, exactly what you need it to hear.
She didn't say anything else, she didn't get mad because you didn't tell her, she didn't question you and asked a thousand questions.
She just hold you, and that's exactly what you needed right now.
That simple action was enough for you.
Megan wanted you to know that she wasn't leaving, she wasn't jugding, she just loved you fully and nothing could change that.
You didn't want to talk about it, at least not now. "I understand" You remember, her few gentle words filled your heart, just when you thought she couldn't be more perfect.
Your arms lifted slowly, wrapping around the ones holding your waist.
A quiet, relieved sigh left you as your body finally relaxed, the weight on your shoulders slipping away.
All those nights you thought, "Today I'll tell her..." the thousand words in your head, trying to find the easiest way to say them.
And yes, it was easy but it felt incredibly heavy.
You were afraid of ruining the things between the two of you.
Every night, that heavy weight on your shoulder, since you became a couple 2 months ago.
Now you feel peace.
You guide Megan toward the bed, letting her hug you, spooning you. You snuggled up behind her, in her arms
Megan's cheek resting on your shoulder, she close her eyes, she knew you weren’t ready to meet her gaze yet.
Your hands locked together, her arms wrapped securely around you.
She didn’t push you, just offered quiet comfort.
You felt so much better now, though a small part of you still needed time.
You couldn’t look at her yet, but the simple intimacy of her touch gave you the reassurance you craved.
She stroked you with careful patience, her touch light strokes through your hair calmed every tense thought.
You hum content, signaling to her that this was okay and that she could keep going.
She understand it perfectly and continued after your small approval.
Her fingers trace lazy paterns on your soft skin.
Back, shoulders, waist, hips.
Your torso was bare, each gentle and soft caress making you shiver slightly, and at the same time relaxing you more and more.
Every now and then, her whispers brushed against your ear, soft and steady, soothing every lingering worry.
"You are the pretties boy..."
"I'm so proud of you"
"I'm so lucky to have you"
"My perfect boyfriend..."
The movements of her hands traveled to your stomach, making your breath hitch.
"My sweet boy..."
Then you feel it.
Her fingers brushing on your scars sighly, you felt incredible exposed like that but her touches were making you feel so safe.
You whimpered the moment her fingers make contact with the memory of something you never were.
"I love you y/n"
You finally break.
“Love you more, Megan…” Your tears spilled, eyes closing as silent sobs shook you, letting it all out in the safety of her presence.
Not tears of sadness, but of pure joy, pressing warmly against your chest. too big for words.
You were so happy to have her in your life.
Your home.
Your safe space.
(this is for all the tboys that love megan <3) including me btw(or anyone who identifies,everyone is welcome!)
