He Wants To Play UNO

As a changed of pace, how about some Levi x trans male reader. I feel like Levi would be so careful about boundaries and terms, willing to do whatever makes you the most comfortable and brings you the most pleasure

yesyesyesyesy!!!!!!!!!!!!

//ftm!Reader, all male/vague terms for genitals (functioning on the idea that reader is on T without surgery.) | 1.6k

Levi is minimally familiar with what being trans is like through Hange, but he knows it's not the same, since they're nonbinary... and everyone has their own preferences anyway. Do you mind if he calls you pretty? Or strokes your waist? He would lend you his clothes (that are possibly large on him in order to fit you). Does it make you uncomfortable to show him older pictures of yourself before you transitioned, or make encouraging comments on how the testosterone is changing you into who you really are?

He’s endlessly mindful. Some things don't really warrant asking since Levi is so observant that he can tell from hints that you're made uncomfortable or flattered by something. He pretends he doesn't hear anything whenever your voice cracks, but he's secretly amused by how cute it is.

Before you ever have sex, he sets some conditions on the terms that you explain your boundaries first, if you know them. And he quietly but adamantly points out that it's better not to bind your chest for this. You can do anything you want besides. It doesn't bother him to treat your chest or other parts of your body like they don't exist. Of course he's eager, but that means nothing to him if you're uncomfortable. Much less, Levi is a giver, and he wants to give you the best experience possible, whether it’s your first time or not.

The first time, he’s more slow with you than he'll ever be from that point forward. You're dressed down to a baggy t-shirt and tight briefs, him the same, but shirtless and sighing as you place kisses all over the column of his neck. He shivers. Squirms as you eagerly flick his pink nipples until he's clutching at your waist and nosing your hair.

"Can I touch you here?" he murmurs, drawing his fingertips up and down your hips.

You breathily answer back, "Yes," and meet his lips like you’re starved for them. With that, he guides your hips to grind against his, heightening the tension immediately.

And fuck. He shuts his eyes and whines under his breath—you’re so warm and wet, and the tiniest bit hard. He wants to get you down to wearing nothing and grind through your slit, but that desire makes him feel guilty at the same time. What you have on the bottom, he knows, discomforts you so much in general. So he resists taking control, let’s you go at your own pace, and hungrily drinks in your every soft moan, hum and sigh instead. They remind him how good he's making you feel.

"I wanna take 'em off," you huff, grinding down harder so Levi's forced to shudder. Just the spandex feels like a frustrating barrier.

He lets you take off your underwear on your own as he peels his own down his wide thighs, which you're eager to stroke and kiss as his pretty cock twitches above his navel, fully hard. As your tongue drags and your lips close on them, often leaving blossoming marks, he tosses his head and buries his fingers in your hair.

Once he knows your boundaries better after the first time, he isn’t so pliable. Either way, you know Levi's giving you all of his full attention. That’s the type of person he is.

He teaches you how to touch him by flicking your wrist and swiping around his slit, and how to suck his pretty cock until his toes curl. It gets to be too much if he hasn't had the chance to touch you yet, though... Especially when he looks at you going down on him, eyes heavy and fixated on him as your cheeks bulge around his heavy cock..

anyway.

He can sense your still-present, but slight hesitation when you're back on top and straddling his hips. You’re completely soaked he can feel, and smearing his navel in your warm, sticky cum where you perch. His eyes flutter where he feels your firm dick resting against the rippled muscles on his abdomen. Your squirm the slightest bit.

He pulls away from another kiss, and touches his knuckles to your warm cheek, gently. "Tell me what you want. How you want it."

You shake your head dismissively, and smile, sheepish. "I'm mostly just embarrassed. I'm so..." You squirm again, struggling with the word.

His eyes widen. "You want to apologize for being turned on?"

He doesn't give you room to answer, he knows what you're referring to. As he talks, his palms ride up your thighs, maintaining steady eye contact. “Don't be stupid. Sweetheart. What if I told you, I like knowing how hard I make you.”

You gasp swiftly as his thumb smears cum from your slit, and strokes your dick in slow, tight sweeps. "Levi, oh fuck—"

“You don't give yourself nearly enough credit. Or should I put it another way?”

"No," you breathe. You take support from his strong shoulders as you rock your hips. "No. Mm. Keep going."

He licks his lips as he flicks it, and carries on sweeping over it. It's absurdly sensitive, he can tell. "Let me suck it." He tilts his head back. "Come here. Sit on my face."

Your chest rises and falls with your breaths. "S'long as I don't suffocate you." You crawl forward. Your knees settle on the pillow by his head.

His eyes seem to gleam. "You won't. But you can go ahead and try."

Like yours, Levi's blush warms and spreads to the tips of his ears as your weight comes to rest on his chest. By your hips, he gives you an extra yank so your dick hovers right over his lips.

"Good boy," he murmurs. He kisses first, soft, innocent even, and doesn't take his piercing eyes off you in case you get any second thoughts.

You moan, heavy and low, grinding your dick into his lips until they close on it. The silky heat, and the flat of his tongue prodding against it makes you all but shout.

Levi’s needy in suckling, fueled by the suffocating sensation of your thighs, and your greedy hips incessantly twitching down for more. He can't get enough of the taste, either—peaky, bitter underlying, but so fucking sweet. He moans, and squeezes the fat of your ass to encourage you.

"Fuck, just like that. I love your mouth. I love it." Your moans are accentuated by your grip on his hair, tightening.

You flutter around nothing, painfully empty. But when you reach back, Levi grunts his disapproval, and replaces your fingers with his own. Two circle your quivering rim, gauging your reaction, and when he recieves a rapid nod, he buries them inside with ease. In no time, his fingers are soaked, and so is his nose as his heavy tongue rocks through your slit. You grind your dick shamelessly against his nose.

Then he curls them. Your hips snap and press on his mouth even more, so he’s forced to flare his nostrils just to breathe.

It’s fucking exhilarating. His hips lift by themselves, hopelessly into nothing. His poor cock is aching, so he bends his knees, and lays his arm over your leg and steadying you in the process of getting his fist around his cock.

He’s much more pent-up than his thought. From the first pump, he bucks into his fist and laps into your cunt that much more eagerly, his brows severely knit in focus. The squelching noises are obscene, drowned out by your rapidly rising moans. Try as you might to keep your voice in check, it cracks badly when a third finger sinks inside all your silky heat, pistoning them firm and quick. All the while, you can't stop praising him.

Out of every possibility you had going into this, even with someone like Levi, your expectations are more than blown out of the water. There's no possible way you could ask for better in someone as patient, passionate and accommodating as him, and yet he exceeds them again as his heavy tongue, slathered in your cum, pushes through your slit and closes back on your dick, just as you start to quiver the tightest.

"C-Coming—wait, ohgodohLevi—"

For a flash, he's confused, until warm and sticky cum douses his lips, his tongue, down his chin.

He somehow doesn’t come right then and there. A shudder runs through his whole body as his hips snap, but he focuses on you. On hammering his fingers as you grind and use him. He swallows in a flurry as louder moans rumble in his throat, dragging out your own climax.

By the time you're shuddering out the last throbs, he throws his head back when he comes, and gasps. He pulses in his tight fist, moaning heavily.

"Oh, that's it—come." You tug his head back to hear him at full volume, making his jaw drop.

"Fuckfuck." He gasps your name as his hips lurch, snapping rapidly into his fist and jostling you on top.

The best part is, you get the best view. His messy bangs still manage to frame his face like this, with his flaming blush standing out brightly against his normal skintone compared to his pale face. His dark lashes kissing his cheeks. His forehead is shiny with sweat—and from his nose down gleams the same with your cum.

You each come down slowly. His eyes are still gently closed, catching his breath, and yet still appreciating your weight on top of him.

"Are you okay?" you, surprisingly, say first, and swipe his plump bottom lip. "Ah. So wet, baby..."

Levi licks his lips without thinking, briefly catching the pad of your thumb. When his soft eyes flutter open, they positively shine. He blinks. "As good as you look right now... Are you..."

"I'd say the exact same about you," you tenderly reply.

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not to be a sleep awaker (lie) but what about physicist and kokichi for the drabble? totally chill to say no btw!!

OOOH !!!! OKAY . physouma non-despair date time !!!

"Did you know Japan actually has the longest roller coaster in the world?"

Kokichi spares you a look that comes across at a halfway point between bored and amused. "Is that so?"

"Yeah!" You're sort of on a roll now; the busy park and all its pairs of eyes seem to sort of melt away as you crane your neck up to look at the rides; they make colourful curves against the sky, huge and metal and hulking. They're beautiful creations of physics. You could honestly look for hours without getting bored.

"Mm, I don't trust them," Kokichi yawns. "Like, what if they decide they get sick of me and toss me out mid-ride?"

"Oh, uh, that wouldn't happen!" you hasten to assure him. "See, rollercoasters work on kinetic energy, since they don't have engines or anything. Basically, they use a lift or cable to haul them up the first hill, which builds up a supply of potential energy—the longer the climb, the more energy is stored, you see? When the rollercoaster goes down, that stored energy is released as kinetic energy, which gets the carriage up the next hill without the need for a cable!"

You stammer to a halt, suddenly conscious you've been talking for a good minute. Kokichi looks over at you, all focused eyes. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he looked a tad flushed.

"I love it when you talk physics to me, beloved," he says, fluttering his lashes. You feel heat flood your face.

"Oh, just... stop it," you say weakly. "C'mon, I wanna go on this one."

Kokichi eyes the thing warily. "I'm... y'know, I just realised, I'm probably too short! Gosh! Darn it!"

"You're five-foot-one, not a toddler." You curl your fingers around his wrist and pull him impatiently. "Come on."

Kokichi looks down at your joined hands thoughtfully, then shrugs. "Fine! But you owe me. I want a slushie after we're off."

"Sure thing."

"Like, literally the biggest slushie you've ever seen. Grape flavoured."

"I expected nothing less."

And the Devil, himself did in fact take him away

Day 18 -- Deacon

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 18 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don't interact.

Voyeurism with Deacon x g/n! Sole

Whoops, big surprise, this got angsty. Sorry Deeks! I just can't help it with this man, I don't know why 😅 but hopefully y'all still enjoy it regardless!

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2022 Event list so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Voyeurism, (non-consensual voyeurism), masturbation, angst, wishful thinking, pining.

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Yeah. This is cute. 

Deacon’s mind said to him dryly. 

This is a healthy response to this situation. This isn’t weird. Sole will understand. They’ll get it. 

The spy shook his head, eyes closed tight as his brain spewed unwanted words of restraint, of undesired and unneeded common sense. 

What the hell is sensible about any part of this situation? We’re in an abandoned ice cream shop that Sole used to visit on weekends before giant bombs blew everything to hell, and they took a nap for 200 years. We’re surrounded by packs of super mutants on one side, and raiders on the other, and I’m biting into the back of my hand to keep quiet as they moan through the fabric of their shirt on the other side of this thin, crumbling concrete wall. Nothing about this situation is even remotely expectable. 

He could hardly fucking stand it. 

You’re both doing the same damn thing, if you’d just talk to them about it, maybe, the two of you could finally–

Deacon hissed through his teeth, his uncomfortably dry hand stroking too harshly over his erection as the frustration built up in both his mind and body. 

This isn’t the same. Another side of his mind refuted. I’m over here, pining the skin off my cock for them, while they’re undoubtedly thinking about their late spouse-- Or… anyone else, even. --at the feel of their own hand.

He didn’t know.  

I should be thinking of Barbara. Or of someone– anyone, but them. Right along with them.

They’re the only fucking friend I’ve got. I’ve had, in… what? A decade? Maybe more? I can’t count right now. 

Deacon’s head fell back against the wall, a grimace coating his expression, even as his blue eyes hazed over with climbing bliss. 

I can’t lose them over… what? Wanting to engage in a little hanky panky with them? Wanting what? A close connection? Intimacy? Vulnerability? When– in what universe would that ever happen? 

We both know I could never have anything like that again. 

A deep breath escaped him, throaty and louder than he would’ve liked as his thumb grazed over his slit, collecting some of his slick pre-cum and stroking it over his length as the only way to ease the friction of his rough hand. 

A noise sounded through the thin wall behind him, and Deacon ceased his movements., holding his breath. 

Shit. Did they just hear me?

Just as he was contemplating trying to zip his jeans up over her cock, to hide the evidence; just as some half-assed story was forming on his lips about why he was sitting back here against the wall, rather than out where he should be, out on watch, another sound interrupted his train of thought. 

He felt his cock throb at the sound, as he heard Sole’s moan fill the air around him. A gasp followed shortly after, and then a bit of silence, but Deacon could still feel them there, somehow, he could feel Sole’s lingering presence just on the other side, and he knew they were just worried. Worried that someone would hear what they were doing. Worried like he was. 

What am I doing? Deacon asked himself for the upteenth time that night, and so many nights before now. 

This is wrong. It’s gross, and it’s wrong, and it’s not fair, for you to hear them like this without earning it, without them knowing. It’s wrong to be out here doing this in response to it. 

Deacon’s hand stilled on his cock, refusing to stroke himself, but gripping tight enough to hurt as his mind flooded with thoughts like these. He wasn’t unused to self-loathing, nah, he and that go waaaaay back, but this? This seemed low. Even for the likes of him.

Sole wasn’t some stranger in a pub, not some escort or one-night-stander, not someone he didn’t know on the other side of a hotel room, who just happens to be engaging in the same fun little activity as him. No, Sole was the reason for this… activity. They were in his thoughts, always, even when they weren’t in front of him, or by his side, on the days he went out on his own, they were still there. 

And he fucking hated it. 

That they were reduced to this. 

They’re his best friend, his partner, the reason his smiles aren’t so forced, the reason he feels he might still, after all this time, all these years, have the capacity to love someone when he thought that had all died long ago. 

His body jolted as another breathy sound left his partner from the other side of the wall, and his eyes rolled back in his head. 

Goddamn, if I could see what they look like when they make that sound. 

With that very image coming unbidden to his mind, Deacon’s hand unwittingly was back to stroking over his cock. He worked himself slowly, savoring the feeling, allowing his mind to wander to the possibility of him being the one to make them sound like that, to make them look as he imagined they would. Their gorgeous eyes rolled back in their head, their lips spread as they moaned his name, their skin glistening, their hair wild. Their skin would be flushed, eyes hazy as they blinked them open to steal a glance at him as he ravished their body, as he used his silver tongue to work towards a goal more worthwhile than any other. As he did as they deserved, as he worshiped them like he were one of the deacons of the old world and they were his God, shepherding their release like all the poor sinners those men would bring to the light. 

Sole’s gasps were leaving them more rapidly now, building to a crescendo that Deacon would give all that he had left to be a part of. Hell, he’d throw his choice shades off the top of trinity tower to be the one to bring about their thunderous release. 

But he was doomed to be a bystander. Invisible, as he always was, as he heard them groan out from the other side of the wall. A thud sounded against the concrete as he imagined their head falling back at the overwhelming feeling of their release. 

It was the sound that got him.

Deacon hadn’t thought he was close, he’d been so caught up in his own fantasy, all of his tormenting thoughts, he couldn’t feel his body’s signs, and now, he was caught completely off-guard. The spy bit hard into his wrist as a low grunt escaped him against his will, his light eyes prickling with tears of pleasure as he finally felt that pressure release within him.

His seed sprayed down onto the dirt, leaving him in enthusiastic spurts that had his hips writhing and his head knocking against that same wall Sole was surely collapsed against. 

The next battle came in the form of his breath, as Deacon pulled his hand away, he realized how fucking loud he was still being, even as the last white rope of his cum was emptied onto the floor. He released himself, forcing his mind to rally, to focus on easing his breath, as his cock softened where it laid over the lip of his boxers. 

“Fuck me.” He whispered, eyes closed tight as the guilt all came swirling back into his mind with a vengence. 

Again? I just did this again? One of these days, you know–

“Deacon?” 

His eyes shot open as Sole’s voice carried from the other side of the wall. 

“I-is that you?” They asked, uncertain, their voice almost shaking. 

Every thought entered his mind at a million miles a minute, swirling together in a confused traffic jam of ‘what do I say’s?’ and ‘what the hell do I do’s?’. 

“Ahh,” The sound escaped his throat, as a way of aiding his thoughts, but he hadn’t meant for it to be verbal goddamn it. 

“Ahem, uh, yeah. Deeks here.” He bit his tongue, tasting metal from the pressure. 

Sole’s silence scared him more than their call of his name had. 

“How, uh, how’s it hanging?” 

Oh my god. One part of his mind panicked, while the other tried to grasp onto some form of sanity, of common sense. But that part of his mind, he didn’t know what it was, but it always seemed it’s hands were wet, or that common sense was made of ice and sanity was liquid water, always managing to slip frustratingly from his hold.

There’s no god out there that can save you, you buffoon. Nothing can. That was it. You finally did it. Finally managed to get caught. 

He almost told his thoughts to ‘shut up’ out loud, but thought better of it at the last moment. That likely wouldn’t go over well with Sole. Especially after they hadn’t said a damn thing. 

“You heard me, huh.” 

The blood drained from his face. It wasn’t a question from their end, but worse than their certainty was the shame that he heard drip from every word. 

“That… uh, that I did. Yeah.” 

If he was gonna be the creepy asshole sitting out here while they did their personal business, he at least could own up to it. Deacon may be a liar, but Sole, Sole wasn’t dumb. They’d know he was lying, and that would make it even worse. 

“But, um…” He closed his eyes, taking a breath. “But you heard me too, so, you know. Guess we’re, uh, even. Right?” 

“Yeah…” They said quietly, almost too quietly to hear with the wall in the way. Deacon didn’t have time to try to make what repairs he could before they were speaking again, this time louder than before. 

“I won’t tell you about it, if you won’t tell me.” A light humor touched their voice. 

Deacon let out a dry laugh, his chest aching for a reason he refused to acknowledge. 

“Won’t tell you about what?” He said back, hoping they couldn’t hear the strain in his voice, the strain to sound humorous and light in return. 

He heard their laugh from the other side, a lovely sound that tugged at the sides of his mouth, despite the lingering throb in his chest. 

“Yeah, exactly. Good talk, partner.” 

“Yeah.” He whispered, his brows creased beneath his shades. “Partner.”

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The mission had been rough—rougher than expected. I felt the sting of the wound on my head with every step, the dull ache settling behind my eyes like a storm waiting to break. But I kept my face neutral, shoulders steady as I approached the door. Aizawa didn’t need to worry. I had it under control.

Slipping my key into the lock, I took a deep breath, adjusting the hat I’d pulled low over my forehead. It wasn’t much, but it hid the worst of the damage. I could handle this. Aizawa didn’t need to know.

The door swung open before I could reach for the handle, and there he was—standing in the dimly lit entryway, his sharp gaze immediately sweeping over me. “You’re late.” His voice was calm, but I knew him too well. There was an edge of concern under the words.

“Sorry,” I said, forcing a small smile as I stepped inside. “Mission ran long.”

He sighed, the tension in his shoulders relaxing just slightly. “You should have called.” Then, without hesitation, he reached for me, his hand reaching for the hat upon my head, with the goal of taking it off—to complete his usual greeting, a soft kiss to the lips.

Panic shot through me.

I twisted away, stepping back just enough to make it seem natural, but the way his eyes narrowed told me I hadn’t been subtle enough. His fingers twitched at his sides, and for a second, he said nothing.

Then, quietly, “Take off the hat.”

I forced a chuckle, waving a hand dismissively. “It’s just part of the look. I thought I’d try something new—”

“Take. It. Off.”

A pause. His voice wasn’t sharp, wasn’t angry, but it was unwavering.

I swallowed. Maybe if I played it off, I could—

Aizawa was faster. Before I could step back again, his hand moved, quick and precise, fingers catching the brim of the hat. I barely had time to flinch before he pulled it off.

The room went silent.

I saw it in his face immediately—the way his expression shifted from suspicion to pure, unfiltered alarm. His jaw tightened, eyes going wide for just a fraction of a second before his brows furrowed in something like barely-contained panic.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, stepping closer.

I opened my mouth, scrambling for an excuse, but he was already reaching up, fingers ghosting over my forehead, barely touching the edge of the wound. His touch was careful, but even the lightest pressure made me wince. His sharp intake of breath didn’t go unnoticed.

“What the hell happened?” His voice was low, steady—but I knew him. He was freaking out.

“It’s nothing—”

“Nothing? You have a head injury, and you thought you could just walk in here and hide it?”

I tried for a sheepish smile, but it didn’t quite land. “Didn’t want you to worry.”

His eyes burned into mine, and for a long moment, he just stared. Then, without another word, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the couch.

“Aizawa, I—”

“Sit.”

I sighed, sinking onto the cushions as he disappeared into the bathroom, only to return seconds later with a first aid kit in hand. He knelt in front of me, opening the box with quick, practiced movements. His hands were steady, but I could see the tension in them, the way his fingers curled a little too tight around the gauze.

He didn’t speak as he cleaned the wound, jaw set, shoulders stiff. But when he pressed a cool cloth against my skin, his fingers lingered, just for a moment, barely a brush, but enough to tell me everything he wasn’t saying.

When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, quieter.

“Don’t do that again.”

I swallowed, watching the way his eyes stayed locked on my wound, as if he could will it away just by looking at it.

“I won’t,” I murmured.

His shoulders loosened slightly, but the worry in his gaze didn’t fade. He finished wrapping my head with careful precision, his fingers lingering against my cheek for a second too long before he pulled away.

Then, finally, he exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face before leaning in. This time, I didn’t pull away when he pressed a featherlight kiss to my temple, just beside the bandage.

“You’re an idiot,” he muttered against my skin.

I huffed a quiet laugh. “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

His sigh was heavy, but there was something softer in it now. His hand found mine, fingers lacing together with just enough pressure to ground me.

“Damn right you are”

My favourite idea in modern fantasy is potion candy.

For example in Bayonetta, alchemical recipes are turned into lollipops. They’re tastier, easier to carry around than bottles, and modern crafting techniques means they’re more potent than traditional potions.

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impusively kissing! kissing when laughing! kissing cheeks to say thanks! kissing noses! kissing foreheads! kissing hands! kissing wrists! kissing temples! kissing fingertips! lazy kissing! goodbye kisses! see you later kisses! wait for me kisses! be right back kisses! that is so stupid but i love you kissing!

it's always so fucking funny to me when terfs are like "how can you say trans women and women are the same thing! being born as a man makes you different!" because like. yes. trans women and cis women are different. so are black women and white women. and straight women and queer woman. and women from different countries and different socioeconomic statuses. there's diversity in the experience of womanhood? what a wild concept