Currently Obsessing

-mainly write for fantasy books aka Sarah J but I do repb some anime stuff

-I will write for any gender x gender

-I am cool with poly relationships (please say if separate or not when asking for multiple)

-romantic, platonic, and open to yan, but most likely won’t do dark yan, depends on request

-platonic x under 18! Only, no romantic with adults and minors

-Minors are free to read here but be cautious

-I mainly write for male reader or gn! Reader, i can write fem

-No smut but suggestive is fine

-no incest, dark characters, no grape from the characters, etc. however you can request comfort for these scenarios besides incest

MASTERLIST

Things you can request from :

(or if you’re curious about any books, animes, games, etc, ask ahead!)

not limited to:

ACOTAR

TOG

Crescent City

Kissed by the Gods

Shattered

Fourth Wing

Dire Bound

AOT

Naruto

Haikyuu

Resident Evil

MHA

Levi Ackerman:

now you and levi have been together for a while. both being high ranking and surviving many hardships in the corps together. but being together in the bedroom besides sleeping didn't come as often--with him being an insomniac, and you needing sleep after training or your own paperwork. some nights though, he was loving--sometimes not as much when one of you needed to relieve stress.

although you always offered to relive his arousal or give head, you haven't let him yet, it was a small insecurity, for your own personal reasons.

but there was one thing that always bugged you. his voice. you love his voice, so much so. but he wasn't that..vocal. speaking wise, but mainly expressing himself during sex--sure, he'll whisper things--but you wanted to hear his pleasure. at first you felt too loud, but he quickly reassured you by making sure you made more of them.

but this time, you wanted to hear him.

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you hear your office door open, you already know its him, who else would just walk in (besides hange). he has a steaming cup of tea in his hand, almost empty, and silently places it on the desk by your paper as you finish your sentence in a report and look up. you look up at him before taking it, some herbal brew, and take a relieving slip. you hum, "mm, thank you vi."

it earns you almost a smile before he speaks, "you need a break."

sighing, you respond, "levi, i don't like, not having things done," you say sternly, almost tiredly, because yes, you were tired, but also yes, you miss him.

his eyebrows pinch, before reaching over and taking the pen out of your hand, setting it down on the desk, when you start to open your mouth to complain, he shoots you a look.

so you reach up, your hand on his jacket and pull him down, pressing your lips to his. his eyes flutter before his hand finds your hair and tilts your head, pressing harder into you. his other arm is holding him up against the desk.

his lips depart from yours as he kisses down your jaw, trailing to your neck, your heart is beating rapidly, at his touch, at him. and he knows it. that hand moves from your hair to your waist--carassing the skin from over the fabric of your shirt. when his lips reach your collar, he turns your chair.

with your chair turned to him and away from the desk. he bends down on one knee as he finishes those lovely kisses once more. he looks up at you, fingers still lovingly stroking. "its my turn," he murmurs, your name. his lovely, deep voice. you only hesitate and think for a moment before nodding with reddened cheeks.

a wicked look almost crosses his face, his eyes are set with a new determination.

with his strong hands, he places them on your hips and tugs you forward to the edge of the chair. his fingers work at the front of your pants, "lift," he simply orders as your raise your hips, he places a kiss at the top of your thigh as your skin is revealed. he tugs both your pants and panties down out of the way--you shrug them off with your feet.

he let's out a soft noise, eyes darkening at seeing your cunt so up close--a small, embarrassed noise comes from you, and he immediately caresses and gently gropes your other thigh. "don't be shy of me, i want to taste you," he states, mainly to reassure you, but bite your lip, at his words and tone.

when your thighs tighten in anticipation, you can feel a small smirk on lips through your skin. he guides one leg open and over his shoulder, whispering reasurements--before a groan leaves his lips as his face meets your most sensitive part of you. you shudder at his breath on you before he places a small kiss and slowly licks up the center of your growing slick.

a moan instantly comes from him, his hands tighten around you, one holding that leg, and the other travels up your shirt to your stomach. his tongue continues its exploring, not dipping in anywhere yet--teasing you. his eyes are half lidded as he looks up at you, almost as if looking for appraisal.

"levi, stop teasing," you almost growl out, his lips grin against you his tongue licks up directly into your bundle of nerves before taking your clit into his lips, giving a small suck. you moan out, hand going into his hair and gripping his dark hair as your thighs tremble, his grip tightening on him.

he moans back, right into your cunt, before sucking and licking eagerly, he travels down to your entrance, his thumb replaces where his mouth was and puts pressure on your clit. his tongue dwelves into you, hes moaning as hes plunging his tongue in, your grip on his hair tightens as you arch and respond to his noises, "more, levi, more-" you call out to him, more of him, more of his voice.

he groans at your voice, his mouth and breath against you as his tongue fucks you. he pulls it out briefly to moan your name, "you taste..too sweet, so good," he's murmuring into you, more of his own thoughts than to you.

his mouth goes back to your clit as his finger collects your slick and his slaiva and slides in, "you feel amazing," his ginger picks up the same pace as his tongue, but deeper, curling it into you.

his eyes look up to you, to see your eyes and reaction, commanding you to not look away, his mouth working your clit and devouring anything his fingers aren't plunging into.

your thighs tighten around his head, hips almost jerking, "come on, take it," he growls, groaning before its cut off when you start basically riding his face. his hands pull you closer, planting you against his face, devouring you.

with his mouth eagerly eating you like a starved man and his fingers curling and plunging into that spongy part in your walls, your stomach is clenching, gripping onto him, "dont stop," you urge, he goes impossibly at the response. one hand travels up your shirt to fondle your hard breats, trying to push you over that edge. you moan, arching as that clench in your stomach threatens to snap.

he almost growls, "give me it--all of it," his breath is hot against you as he almost begs, his mouth eagerly lapping at you.

when that tension snaps and your head goes back in pleasure, calling out his name, he moans loudly against your cunt. he replaces his diving fingers with his tongue, lapping every drop and sucking you dry, hes a moaning mess as he makes sure every bit of you is in him. cleaning up the mess he created. he rides you through your high.

when every bit of you has been licked away, he raises his head, you slick around his lips, his fingers come up and dips the remaining of it onto his tongue, groaning again at that taste.

your face is flushed red, one hand in his hair and the across your face to hide the flush. he lowers your legs and sits up higher on his legs, his eyes almost glazed over in pleasure and high of your taste. you reach down and tug him up, he follows eagerly to kiss you.

tasting the remains of you on his tongue is a new high, he pulls back to look back into your eyes, "so are you going to let me do this more often?"

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p.s you may have gotten a very knowing look from hange and approval from erwin, ya'll (he) ain't quiet