You Dreamt Of Levi Tonight. It All Felt So Real, You Thought You Could Truly Feel Levis Mouth Sucking

you dreamt of levi tonight. it all felt so real, you thought you could truly feel levi’s mouth sucking on your already swollen clit humming sweet nothings all while doing so, sending shock waves throughout your entire body.

you could feel it all.

you felt your temperature rise under the stone cold grip that he had on your thigh.

your pussy clenched when two of his fingers entered you, tapping and curling up against that perfect spot deep in your cunt.

your back arched as you gripped the sheets tightly while screaming out in pleasure, having never felt like this before.

your eyes met his ravenous gaze, as your pussy clamped down on his fingers, your orgasm shaking you to your core.

“mmmm… such a good girl….i knew you would be.”

you woke with a start, with sweat pooled on your forehead. you quickly tried to take in your surroundings, not understanding how a dream could feel so real.

you spent the rest of the night trying to ignore your throbbing clit, but thoughts of him filled your mind.

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excerpt from my current wip

accepting requests!

i’m accepting requests for aot character one shots // drabbles // or headcannons

writing for: season 4 eren // jean // levi // hange // and also jjk // gojo // toji

i don’t really have any real rules, just please be 18+, & understand that any character i write about will be their s4 age or even older if it benefits the plot

i just want to treat my new followers so don’t be shy no thought is too outlandish for me

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hi, im a new follower :)

i found your fic through a tag that i follow (#aot fanfiction) and immediately loveeee your writing and started following you ;p and as i see, your requests are open! so, may i have jean and readers' life, after the rumbling? more specifically, what they do all day after three years of peace living in paradis :) thank you, have a great day :)

after the smoke cleared

jean x reader drabble

tags: slight spoiler for manga 34 // talks of dealing with ptsd // husband jean // fluff

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it’s been three years since the rumbling… three whole years, and you still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that eighty percent of humanity was just gone.

if it wasn’t for jean, you didn’t think that you would have survived life after war. jean was the pillar of strength that kept you going, but he never told you that you are the reason for that strength. you are the only thing that motivated jean to keep going, even after the loss of so much life.

after the smoke cleared, and the peace talks were over, you and jean settled into a quaint little cottage on paradis. it was just what the two of you needed, your patch of land gave the two of you just enough seclusion so that you didn’t have to hear the industrial sounds of the island being rebuilt, while also being close enough to walk to town for all of your needs. your new home was your safe haven, it gave the two of you a chance to begin again.

adjusting to a new life of domesticity was not easy for either of you. you both had your fair share of restless nights, and night terrors. on the nights that your dreams felt terrifyingly real, jeans grip would always tighten around your waist while he whispered in your ear, “shhhh… you're okay. you're okay. i got you.” you would respond by turning to bury yourself into his chest, feeling grounded by his warm embrace. in moments like these jean always felt so grateful to have you here. while you felt grounded by his touch, jean felt grounded by your presence alone, feeling at peace just knowing your still alive, well, and here with him.

you would eventually fall back into your slumber, and jean would place a kiss into your hair before following you into a sound sleep.

the love that the two of you share is what got you through the days. you would always catch yourself staring at jean through the kitchen window, being completely lost in thought thinking about how the two of you made it this far.

how did i get so lucky to end up here, with you?

jean took notice of your staring while he was working hard in the garden, and sent a playful wink in your direction as he resumed his work.

jean took pleasure in nurturing his garden, he loved being able to see life form and take root into the ground, and later provide nourishment to both of your bodies.

the simple things is what jean grew to love in life, he loved you, and the life the two of you shared but jean couldn’t lie to himself, he desperately wanted to create life with you. jean always pictured you waddling around the house with a round belly carrying his beautiful baby.

jean would often fantasize about the two of you walking through town, shopping for baby clothes and supplies. he could just picture the two of you decorating a room in preparation for your first born. jean would also let you have free reign in naming the baby, as long as you didn’t try to name it eren, he wanted no reminders of his past life. the past and all things associated, were just too painful to think of.

jean didn’t want to dwell in the past, nor did he care about being a famous hero of the rumbling, he only desired to be a perfect husband and a loving daddy to all the babies he wished to create with you.

after surviving the largest mass casualty the world has ever seen, jean only cared about the life the two of you share.

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working man levi headcannons

levi is definitely a suit

he probably works in finance or some sort of high level job that requires a suit to be worn everyday

his office is very plain, the color palette is strictly black and white with the exception of the photo of the two of you together at the christmas market last year that sits right next to his desktop.

levi tries not to get distracted from his work but his cute little housewife is always sending him updates of her day. levi can’t even pretend to be annoyed by your texts, he secretly looks forward to them. your fun little texts are what get him through his long boring days at work.

levi tried not to chuckle in the middle of his meeting when you sent him a picture of yourself cleaning the bathroom wearing his signature white bandana that he wears exclusively on cleaning days, with an attached text saying, “i look just like you, mr. clean 😏”

levi shifted in his seat, wondering why a playful picture of his wife cleaning made his cock twitch in his slacks.

levi made it a point to rush home and fuck you in the freshly cleaned shower.

“my sweet little housewife.” he would say, as he lifted your body to straddle his waist, pounding you on the steaming shower wall

a/n: been daydreaming about being levi’s housewife a lot lately oop

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debating if my current wip should be levi or jean… hmm

i have been neglecting jean lately.. hm..

help

NSFW jean visuals

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