I’ve been wanting to participate in a kinktober event for a while now and with the support of my lovely friends and twitter mutuals I was finally able to do it. Needless to say I’m very excited and looking forward to sharing these stories with you!
There’ll be a total of ten stories that will be posted every Wednesday and Saturday, and everyday from the 28th to the 31st of October.
I chose to not make a story for every day of the month because I’m not the biggest fan of writing pwp (even though there’s some here) and I know wouldn’t be able to write 31 semi-to-fully fleshed out stories so yeah there’s that.
And since every story will have at least some very little plot, you can expect them to be kinda lengthy (at least for kinktober standards), so I hope this will make up for the lack of everyday posting.
Lastly, every single one of these works will be posted on Ao3 and Tumblr, and as soon as the links are available I’ll list them here so you’re able to check them out.
Anyway let’s get to the prompts and synopsis!
CHAPTER ONE — A QUESTION OF LUST
(COMING OCTOBER 6TH)
puppy play / collars & leashes / panty sniffing / impact play
Pairing: prorev!Frank x f!Rader
“After missing one of your boyfriend's shows due to work, you're surprised to see him back home early, but even more surprised to see him wearing a leather collar."
CHAPTER TWO — AS WE COME CLOSER TOGETHER
(COMING OCTOBER 10TH)
body worship / caught masturbating / praise kink
Pairing: Ray x f!Reader
"Sleeping on the tour bus isn't the most comfortable experience, so you make the most of every chance you get to sleep in a hotel, as cheap as they may be.
But cheap hotels usually come with cheap experiences... and locks."
CHAPTER THREE — OPEN YOUR SENSITIVE MOUTH AND TALK TO ME
"Being My Chemical Romance's keytar player, you were used to — and rather often indulged in some yourself — the rather explicit antics of your bandmates. But this one might just change how things between you and Gerard are."
CHAPTER FOUR — HOW EASY IT IS TO PLEASE ME
(COMING OCTOBER 17TH)
overstimulation / skirt stays on / pegging / sex toys
Pairing: ftm!Mikey x f!Reader
"Seeing your girlfriend wearing the tiniest skirt during band practice made you wild inside. So, you decide to try something new with her."
CHAPTER FIVE — LET ME HEAR YOU CRYING JUST FOR ME
(COMING OCTOBER 20TH)
caught / dacryphilia / aphrodisiac / voyeurism
Pairing: Mikey x f!Reader x Ray
"Rumor has it that Mikey Way fucked half of all New Jersey and everyone in the Warped Tour. And even though it's pretty exaggerated, it's mostly true, in a sense. You — his best friend — would know. What no one knows is that of all people, you are his favorite to sleep with.
But after a few misunderstandings and an accident, this secret is shared with someone else, a surprise visitor turned welcome companion to your nightly activities."
CHAPTER SIX — I SUFFER FROM GREED, A LONGING TO FEED
(COMING OCTOBER 24TH)
period sex / breath play / blood kink
Pairing: vampire!mtf!Gerard x f!Reader
"While unable to sleep and waiting for the sun to rise, you decide to watch a few movies to make time go by faster.
That was until a knock on your window interrupted your marathon and showed you a much more pleasurable way to pass the time."
CHAPTER SEVEN — WATCH YOUR ACTION, CLOSE REACTION
(COMING OCTOBER 28TH)
semi-public sex / lingerie & stockings / corruption kink
Pairing: mtf!Frank x f!Reader
"Recording an album is hard, and sometimes all you need is some relief."
CHAPTER EIGHT — WHERE SOULS DISAPPEAR, ONLY YOU EXIST
(COMING OCTOBER 29TH)
mirror sex / orgasm control / sex pollen / squirting
Pairing: Kobra Kid x f!Reader
"After waking up dizzy in a mirrored room that looked eerily similar to the observation room of a laboratory, you and Kobra find out – through rather interesting ways – the newest scheme of BL/Ind."
CHAPTER NINE — DID I HAVE TO LOSE CONTROL TO TREASURE YOUR KISS?
(COMING OCTOBER 30TH)
monsterfucking / cumplay / strength kink / primal play
Pairing: werewolf!mtf!Ray x f!Reader
"Ravaged bodies are being found, and strange animal sightings are happening all around town, and with the end of October getting closer and closer, things are getting wilder.
But that only fuels the festivities and makes you even more excited about the party you're going to during the night of the blood moon. Your best friend, deeply worried about your wellbeing, decides to bite the bullet and go with you to said party (even though she was hellbent on avoiding it).
A ravaged body is found, a strange animal is seen, things are uncovered, and your life will never be the same after this night."
CHAPTER TEN — FORGET ABOUT EQUALITY, WE’RE PLAYING MASTER AND SERVANT
(COMING OCTOBER 31ST)
double penetration / breeding kink / dom-sub dynamics / pet play
Pairing: prorev!Frerard x f!Reader
"After Frank's birthday party is over, he's ready to unwrap his most anticipated present."
(a continuation of "a question of lust")
obs: the kinks listed on each story are not the only ones that will appear on them, they’re just the main ones because if i put every single kink this list would be endless bc trust me i’m going all out with these ones
more obs: if anyone noticed, all the titles come from depeche mode songs, because i think it’s just fitting to give my freakiest stories (to date) names related to one of the horniest bands i know of
ftm illi means rhe world to me because yeah hes just a boy hes just trying to fit in and despite beinf post transition and seeming "normal" everyone still picks on him and hes not accepted because god forbid a trans guy be confident and loud and androgynous. hes messy and nerdy and he still paints his nails because expression has no gender and he doesnt do swim because they wont let him on the boys team but hed beat them too if he had the chance. the school makes him keep his hair long but he still finds a way to wear pants even if they dont match the uniform. his friends and his brother will love him always and he helps rhem deal with being outcasts because hes used to it. illi is living life post-transition in that weird stage where he knows who he is, but the world around him is still catching up
After another failed date Frankie storms into your apartment to vent and hopefully find solace in her best friend's words.
She does find solace in your words, but she ends up finding something else hidden underneath it too.
genre: fluff, a tiny bit of angst and smut
total words: 3.8k
tags and warnings: femcr, unprotected sex, fem!ray mentioned, idiots in love (i guess?), friends to lovers, Frankie has very sensitive breasts, also she cums in her pants. this story is pretty vanilla tbh
author's notes: I feel like I didn't did Frankie justice in this story, honestly it's barely proofread and not beta'ed, and I plan on tweaking a few things here and there sometime in the future. Also shoutout to my friend and twitter mutual Jules for that tweet™ that inspired this whole story! Love you tons darling <3
hope you like this story!
(also on Ao3)
Being Frankie's friend never had any real downsides. She is and always has been — as corny as that may sound — your ride or die. She was there with you through your first date-gone-sideways, first relationship, first breakup, first bad one-night stand; she was there through everything. There was even a handful of fist fights she got into because she tried (and often succeeded) to defend your honor, and another handful of fights that the two of you got into together, those times to defend her honor. You are certain you'd die for each other. You still remember the day she tried to prevent you from tripping over a rock on the sidewalk while you were too engrossed in explaining the plot of your most recent reading, but ended up falling together with you and getting a nasty cut because of it. To this day, she still has the scar on her hand.
Well, it has one downside, and in all fairness, it's more a you thing rather than a her thing. Having grown up together since kindergarten, it was inevitable that you fell for her. Truly, even if you had met her later in life, you're sure you would've fallen in love with her eventually. The passion she has for her interests and hobbies is so intense that it makes her the heart of anything and everything she does. Big personality and charisma are so strong that they resonate inside of everyone she's with and echo in every room she's in.
You're surprised how she never realized you've fallen for her, because even with all your efforts to be subtle, you're sure there are heart eyes on your face every time she smiles at you.
Or maybe she did, but never said anything in order not to ruin your friendship.
You still remember that she came to you saying that she needed to tell you something. You felt your stomach churn due to nervousness and hope. Was she going to confess to you? But what she told you warmed your heart more than any confession would: she felt safe and comfortable enough to come out as trans to you, and not only that, you were the first person that she told. Needless to say, you supported her through it all, the same way – if not more fiercely – you have always done. You were sixteen then. And since then, your affection for her has never been stronger. Maybe it was the fact that you've always felt more attracted to women than men, or maybe it was just Frankie, who you'd love no matter what. Maybe both. Probably both. But that doesn't really matter, since you've always remained silent, too afraid to break something so sacred to both of you.
Now, five years later and halfway through college, things were pretty much the same: your fondness for Frankie growing by the day, just like her beauty and personality.
It was just another Saturday night, and you were on the couch, almost falling asleep on some random action movie, when the door was suddenly opened by a very frustrated-looking Frankie, who must've used her spare key to get in. You almost fell to the ground in surprise, and, needless to say, you were wide awake now.
— What happened to knocking or sending a text? — Is what you managed to say while recomposing yourself and scrambling to the corner of the couch so she could have some space to spread herself on the couch, the way she always does.
— The date went horribly. — She mumbled just loud enough for you to listen while struggling a little to take off her platforms.
Ah, the date. You had forgotten about that.
Lately, Frankie had been on some sort of date streak, going out every weekend with some different guy. She never told you why there was a sudden change in her attitude towards dating, since she rarely ever seemed interested in that before. And you, too afraid of the answer, never asked about it.
At some point, you even questioned if she started doing that to get free dinner, which, in all honesty, would've been an incredibly clever move. Being a college student isn't easy, and food is expensive.
Soon enough, she plopped by your side, quick to stretch her legs over the armrest and lay her head on your lap. You couldn't help but allow your eyes to wander on her figure: the cute, fluffy socks she wore under her boots were now on display, her tattooed thighs were accentuated by her short black denim skirt, the band shirt that she cut into a muscle tee allowed her bra — lacy red, you noted — to show up a little. Her dark hair was messily styled over her shoulders, and her eyes seemed bigger due to the black eyeliner, and her lip ring seemed to pop with the glossy plum-colored lipstick she was wearing.
And even under the moonlight that shone through the window and the dim ambient light of your living room, her eyes were as bright as always. You felt you could cry just by gazing at her; her beauty often made your heart hurt, and a small lump formed in your throat.
— What happened?
— The guy was a dickhead. He barely let me talk, and he was constantly spewing some of the most misogynistic shit I've heard in my entire life. And trust me, I've heard a lot.
— I believe you. But why didn't you call me? I would've gotten you out of there and far away from him in the blink of an eye.
— In your oversized night shirt, panties with kittens on them, and a pair of slippers? — She said in a joking manner, but you couldn't help but feel the tips of your ears run a little hot, not only because of the lighthearted callout but because, for the first time since she got here, you realized that those are the only pieces of clothing you're wearing.
Not that she hasn't seen you like this before, it's just that she's laying her head on your bare thighs and the two of you are really close and you can slightly feel her breath fanning over your lower abdomen every time she speaks and also feel the heat of her skin, and it all just makes you really-
— Are you okay? I didn't mean to hurt you with what I said.
— No, it's alright, I just zoned out a little.
— You scared me for a moment there.
— I promise you're fine, Frankie. But I would go jump some dude in the middle of the night wearing this outfit. At least for you, I would.
You didn't say anything to each other, only sat in a semi-comfortable silence for a while after that.
— You've got another date next week?
— So I go on a few dates, and you're calling me a whore?
— *Whoa* calm down, where did you even get that from? — You looked down at her and smiled a little — I am not calling you a whore, but you've been going on a lot of dates lately, so don't blame me for asking if you've got another one. I'm just curious. Besides, I have to prepare myself in case I need to fight someone. — It was her turn to smile, and you felt your breath falter for a moment.
— Nah, I think I'm done with men.
— Going after girls now, Frankie?
— Why would you happen to know someone who's interested?
— I actually do.
— Who?
— You know, Ray, the film major with whom I have a couple of classes? I think she might be interested in you.
— Good to know, maybe one day I'll go talk to her and ask for her number.
There were a few moments of silence before Frankie started to take her jacket off, but somehow she managed to get her arms stuck in it.
— Can you help me here? I'm kind of stuck.
— How did you even do that? — You reached for her on the other side of the couch, and after some light struggle, the jacket is off.
Moving back to where you were before, ready to place her jacket on the side table, you momentarily lose your balance and your knees wobble a little on the upholstery, which made you accidentally graze Frankie's chest, and even though you regained your balance quickly, you didn't miss her small hiss.
— Oh my god, Frankie, did I hit you? Are you okay?
— No, it's okay, you didn't hit me. But y'know my tits can get tender, because of the estrogen and all, but today they are like, *really* sensitive.
— My bad. Can I do something to help? Like, prepare a poultice or something?
— *A poultice?* You're such a nerd.
— Hey! My professors are making me read a lot of classic literature lately. But seriously, can I do something to make you feel better? You know I don't like seeing you in pain.
— I guess sucking them might be a great idea.
You stilled, wide-eyed and maybe even with your jaw hanging open a little. Did you hear her correctly? Of course, she made a little flirty joke on occasion, but never this explicit, never this forward. You turned your gaze — and body — to the idle TV in front of the couch and away from her, sitting in an oddly rigid way and with your hands resting on the top of your knees awkwardly.
There was silence for a while. You didn't know what to do or say, and apparently neither did Frankie. But you were more worried if she had noticed the way you slightly pressed your thighs together or how your nipples got hard due to all the tingles that she caused on your insides.
It was impossible not to picture in your mind what she said. You felt your mouth watering at the images that flashed in your head.
— The dates were distractions. — She's the first one to break the silence, talking to you even though her eyes were anywhere but on your form
— What? — The sudden change in atmosphere and topic gave you whiplash
— The dates. It didn't matter with men, and I'm sure it won't matter with women. I don't want them. They were failed distractions; the whole time they were speaking or looking at me, all I could think about was someone else. I mean, the free food and drinks were great and all, but I knew they weren't going anywhere. I know this was an awful thing to do, but I didn't have any other ideas. — She started spewing her feelings, and you felt a little disconcerted, but mostly worried for your friend.
You turned your head to gaze at each other simultaneously.
— Do you think that makes me a bad person? — Her eyes were getting glassy from the tears that were starting to form there. You scoot a little closer and lift your hand to her cheek, her head immediately tilting closer to it.
— You're right, it is an awful thing to do, but I don't think it makes you a bad person. Like you said, you just didn't have any better ideas. — With your thumb, you wiped the single tear that spilled from her eye, and offered her a kind look.
— I love you. — You furrow your brows for a second, suddenly aware of the fact that that is the first time she has ever said this to you, but you don't allow yourself to ponder it, at least not now.
— You know I love you, too, Frankie.
— No, you don't understand, I love you. Once I realized that, I just couldn't get you out of my head. I can't get you out of my head. I tried. They were okay, but they weren't you. No one will ever be close to you.
Your head started to spin, and you felt like you were about to pass out. You could feel yourself start hyperventilating. Did she really say that? Did she really just confess to you? Like this, out of the blue? And what are you supposed to say now? You didn't expect that, and now you don't have a shadow of a single idea on what to say to her. To tell her that you love her and that you have loved her forever, and that you were a coward and afraid, so you never said anything. To tell her something that'll make her believe that what you're saying is real and not just something to make her feel better at this moment.
— Oh God. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I'm going home now. — She quickly got up from the couch and borderline sprinted to the door.
You faltered for a few seconds before you stopped overthinking and got back to your senses.
— Frankie, wait! — But she ignored you, so you got up and started running towards her.
Your apartment was by no means big; there was no true need to run, but you did it all the same. You couldn't let her go like this, believing her feelings were one-sided. She had her hand on the handle and was ready to open the door when you held her wrist and turned her, pressing her back against the wall and kissing her.
The kiss was bruising, yet it carried so many feelings of love, adoration, and unspoken words within itself.
Frankie, whether by reflex or true need, moved her arms to lay around your neck and reciprocated the kiss. Your hands found solace in her cheeks. After some time, you separated yourselves and just looked at each other's faces: your hands now sat on her hips, and your lips were slightly swollen from the force of the kiss. Frankie was blushing and had her hands gently caressing the back of your neck.
Both of you remain like this for some time.
— Frankie, I love you. Have loved you. Since ever, probably. I was, y'know, afraid. I can't live without you, so I thought having you as a friend would be better than not having you at all, so I just never told you about it. But it's true.
She smiles at you, and you smile back, wanting to do nothing but gaze at her forever.
But she holds you by the jaw and pulls you into another kiss, this time harder and needier. She wastes no time putting her tongue into your mouth, something you gladly welcome. She moved her free hand to your hip and pressed your center on one of her thighs, and in return pressed herself against your leg.
You gasped, and Frankie used that opportunity to remove your shirt. Suddenly, you became very aware of just how wet you were. You would've felt self-conscious if you weren't so turned on.
Licking her way down, Frankie wasted no time biting and sucking hickies everywhere she was able to latch her mouth onto, your neck, your shoulders, and chest. It's messy, all tongue, teeth, and spit, truly heavenly. With her lips on your hot skin and her leg moving in between yours, you start to feel lightheaded from all the pleasure she is giving you. But you quickly snap out of it, grabbing some of her hair and pulling her into another kiss. She moaned as you pulled her hair, and you felt like cumming just by hearing that.
You were sucking on each other's tongue while you blindly guided her to sit atop the kitchen counter, just enough for her breasts to be leveled with your head. You break away from the kiss to take off her shirt and unhook her lacy red bra, and on any other occasion, one where you aren't so eager, you would've stopped and stared at her beauty.
You rested your chin on the valley of her breasts in order to look up at her, and you could feel her shiver under you.
— Sensitive tits, huh? — You ask her in a teasing manner, while softly rubbing your cheeks on her chest. She's unable to form a sentence, but you can clearly see her nodding — Let's see just how much.
As soon as you latch your warm mouth onto her left breast while kneading the other one, she lets out a dragged moan that sounds so hot it makes you moan as if you were getting your tits sucked. You took your time there, never faltering, often very softly pinching and biting her nipples, caressing her thighs, waist, and belly, giving her the same treatment you received prior. Her moans started to grow louder and, at that point, you didn't know if you were doing this for hers or your pleasure.
At some point, her hand snaked its way into your hair and pulled firmly at it, consequently making you give Frankie a particularly harsh bruise, and with that, you felt her body tense momentarily and then relax a little. You turn your gaze upwards.
— Did you just cum in your pants?
— Yeah, sorry... — Her figure seems to shrink, and she starts to avoid looking in your eyes due to her sudden shyness, but you're having none of it.
— Don't be. — You give her a mischievous smile when she finally stares at you — Frankie, that's gotta be the hottest thing I've ever seen. — Your hands go straight to unbuttoning her skirt
— So you've never seen someone cum before? — You could hear the teasing smile in her words
— Of course I did. — You finally look at her in the eyes after struggling with her skirt for a bit — But they weren't you, were they? — You give her a quick peck on the lips to accentuate your point.
She looks at you in a way so fond it almost makes you shy. And before you could say anything, she got off the island, grabbed your hand, and led you to your room. Pushing you into your bed as soon as you get close enough to it.
Frankie wastes no time kneeling on the floor by the edge of your bed and putting your legs over her shoulders. Slowly and tenderly kissing her way up your inner thighs, she quietly asks you.
— Can I?
— Yes, Frankie, please.
So she pushes your panties down your legs and — as if savoring the taste — licks a stripe up your pussy. One of your hands instinctively goes to her head while the other one looks for anything on the bed that you could hold on to.
She eats you out with the same passion she shows everything she loves, and feeling her lips on you might have been a love confession in and of itself. You lose yourself in the feeling of her head in between your thighs and her mouth sucking on your clit, only coming back when she slowly inches two fingers inside of you. Her fingers, calloused from playing the guitar, scissored and curled inside of you in the most pleasurable ways, constantly hitting the spot inside of you that made your ears ring and your vision blur a little.
The coil inside of you seemed to get tighter and hotter by the moment, and if your moans were anything to go by, Frankie knew that too. Your skin felt hot despite all the sweat, and with a featherily light bite on your clit, you came on her tongue and fingers. You saw stars, and for a moment, you were scared you were going to pass out right then and there, but Frankie lapped you up, helped you ride it out in the best way possible.
While recomposing yourself, you looked at Frankie, who was already staring at you with lust-filled eyes. Her breasts and neck were covered with purple-ish and red spots, the lower half of her face was covered in spit and cum, and her red lace panties and lower abdomen were glistening with cum from earlier.
— Come here — You motioned for her to lie on the bed with you, and she did.
Collecting all of your strength, you sat up on your knees and straddled her, using both of your juices to grind yourself on her cock, which sat partially outside of her undergarment.
— You don't need to — She was going to continue her sentence, but the way you stilled over her made her unable to
— I don't need to, but I want to. Do you?
— I want it. — You look deep into her eyes, searching for any form of doubt, but you find none.
— Well, then fuck me. — You made it sound like a challenge
Quickly rolling your back onto the bed and getting rid of her panties, Frankie was on top of you, looking like sin incarnate. She slowly slid her cock inside of you, and you felt like you were in heaven. She is the perfect size, big enough to reach deep within you but not enough to hurt. You both let out stretched moans when she bottomed out, having to take a moment to adjust despite how wet you were. Soon enough, she started to piston in and out of you, her movements hard but erratic.
— I don't think I'll last long. — Her hair and skin were wet with sweat, and you wanted to lick every single drop of it. You felt dazed, truly lost in the pleasure she was giving you.
— It's okay, let it go. — You moved one of your hands to fondle her breast at the same time she moved two of her fingers to your clit.
All the sounds in the room consisted of sweaty skin slapping against each other and uncontrollable moans getting louder and louder. The smell of sex was all around you.
— I'm cumming, where you want-
— Inside, Frankie, please.
You were barely coherent, moaning her name as if it were everything you knew and desired. After a few more thrusts, she spilled inside of you, letting her body softly fall over yours soon after. You both were feeling hot and breathless, but nevertheless satisfied.
— Come on, both of us need to take a bath. — Reluctantly, she removed herself from you and went to the bathroom to get a wet towel so she could clean you up.
— But I don't want to... — You know you need to, but you are so tired you can't think of anything else but rest.
— Baby, I know you're tired, but I don't want you getting a UTI, and I know you don't want that either. — Frankie stares at you with raised eyebrows from her place between your legs, after cleaning you up
— Baby, huh?
— We just finished having sex after confessing our love to each other, and you're complaining about pet names?
— I'm not complaining! I was just trying to wrap my head around it. I've waited a really long time to hear that. — With certain difficulty, you sit up on the bed and allow Frankie to help you to your feet.
— Well, baby, let's take a bath and then we'll go on a date tomorrow, what do you think? — You two stop right in front of the bathroom door, and you look at her fondly.
— I'd love nothing more.
author's notes (again):
i'm always looking forward to hearing you guys' opinion
and considering this is my first time writing smut with a trans character if there's anything that i can describe better or anything kinda incorrect or simply something i can make to portray trans people and their experiences in a more realistic and accurate lens, if anyone of you have constructive criticism to make, please do!
see ya' !
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