Guy Who Has Never Seen A Girl: Hey Why Is This Table So Tall And Hot

I don't know why this AU is so funny to me.

AU: Kokichi is an AI that was made for the 53rd killing game but he went rogue.

Summer vacation for 78th class！✨

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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saimatsu week day 3 not on day 3: reunion

they do be sobbing

The people have spoken.

Peaceful Hope’s Peak:

So this whole AU is based on the idea of the butterfly effect. One small detail can change the whole story.

What would have happened if the students had more time to solidify relationships before Monokuma started with the motives?

Hope’s Peak was relatively peaceful until that first motive was released, and even then Sayaka only acted on it due to fear and desperation. I think that of Monokuma had waited like a week to present the motive videos, Sayaka would have had a deeper and more genuine connection with the other students, and she wouldn’t have tried to frame Makoto.

So basically, the game starts out exactly the same, except there’s more time for the students to mingle and get somewhat used to life in the school. Makoto has a couple of rough patches with people (*cough* Byakuya and Mondo *cough*) but overall everyone’s been getting along. Monokuma presents the first motive, and Sayaka has her breakdown. This time, however, it’s not just Makoto who goes to comfort her. Most of the students are trying to cheer her up and support her.

A couple of nights later, Sayaka comes pounding on Makoto’s door, telling her story about someone trying to break into her room. She’s extremely close to convincing Makoto, but she loses her nerve at the last second and breaks. She tells Makoto everything and, because Makoto is like Jesus or something, he forgives her immediately. Sayaka goes back to her room, and spends her night jamming out with Leon like she had promised.

Time passes. No one else tries anything due to the risk being too high, and positive feelings about their classmates as a whole. Taka and Mondo start on their Gay Shit™, now with the added bonus of Makoto not being traumatized and also participating in Gay Shit™ with them. Mondo and Chihiro are also getting along really well.

Second motive is introduced, and Taka immediately decides to share his secret with the class so that the Mastermind can’t use it against them. Spurred on by this decision, Mondo follows his example. Soon everyone’s sat down with each other, revealing their secrets and talking through them one by one. Group Therapy ensues.

Time passes, and Monokuma is getting really sick of this Found Family shit so he tries again. This time the motive is money. Here’s how this one goes down:

Monokuma: Whoever kills another student and gets away with it gets 10,000,00$ how about that?

Everyone: …

Everyone: Anyways-

Celeste ponders it for a minute, but at this point she’s too close with Chihiro to really consider it, so she painstakingly let’s it go. (Outing myself as a CelesHiro shipper because the aesthetics are just too good)

At this point Junko - the real one not Mukuro because Junko was chosen as the Mastermind for shock value and I do not approve - decides she has been away from her sewing machine for long enough and starts working on projects for all of her classmates. This means MAKEOVERS because I said so.

Last ditch effort, Monokuma reveals that Sakura is the traitor because she hasn’t killed anybody yet. Sakura’s like: “I’m really sorry but like he has my family so I didn’t really have a choice. He’ll probably kill me soon, but I’m not gonna kill any of you.” Kyoko and Makoto immediately decide that this isn’t acceptable, and decide to try and put an end to the killing game.

Big ass investigation takes place and the students enter their first Class Trial, everyone is still alive. Things happen and the Mastermind is revealed to be Jin Kirigiri because he would’ve made so much more sense than Junko, and if a single persona asks me to elaborate I will.

Everyone makes it out alive, and this tremendous victory is shown to be a beacon of Hope to the rest of the world. The Future Foundation is established, with far more power behind it this time, and Hope’s Peak is turned into a proper sanctuary for people who haven’t yet fallen into despair.

Bing Bang Boom everybody’s alive and the world is healing you’re welcome everybody.

Happy Anniversary AISA!

Happy birthday to my story And It Starts Again. It's been one year since I posted this madness, and it has gotten way more attention than I ever thought it would, especially since it was my first fic on AO3!

I appreciate all of those who have read and loved my silly little story.

As for the sequel, it is definitely in the works. It's official name is Again, Those Scars.

Until next time...

BYE!

Zombie setting where the undead are drawn towards unhygienic scents, so survivors constantly bathe to avoid being eaten.

Zombies are docile when adorned with flowers.

Settlements overgrown with herbs and flora.

Barely any banditry; everyone is focused on farming and gathering.

Different human factions and towns named after flowers like Lilies, Orchids, Roses, etc.

Instead of immediately killing an infected survivor, they’re given special funeral rites - the zombie is covered with flowers to keep them calm, and  allowed to walk out from the settlement to join the hordes.

Oumota week: Survival!

What better timing than now to start getting into the Resident Evil saga, I'm high on Survival Horror scenarios and designs.

And paralleling their story in canon, they're both infected with this "Despair Virus" that will inevitably turn them into unconscious, walking corpses; so before that happens, why not take control of their own demise and make it more flashy?

deku !!