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eren likes to kiss your neck the most. he'll pull you into his lap and wind a possessive arm around your waist to hold you close, just to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. he grumbles when you move around a little too much. no stop, it surely doesn't tickle that much. god forbid he just wants to show you a little loving. he lets his teeth catch onto your skin, and then, like butter, you melt in his arms. there's something about it that drives him half-way insane. you in his arms, so malleable, and from what? just a few of his kisses? fuck— his ego inflates. it's probably because he loves the sight of marks littered across your neck and collarbones. and even if he doesn't decorate you with dark patches of his obsession, he loves the fact that he knows that he could. he could go wild and you would be all too happy to let him have his way. he's yours just as much as you are his. 

armin likes to kiss your forehead the most. in the beginning of your relationship he had kissed you there out of bashfulness. your relationship was just so new and he was getting used to touching you. those kisses were usually sweet and light — posted on your temples like a little stamp of adoration. but now, he likes to kiss you hotly on your mouth, with a hand carding through your hair. he groans quietly but too easily when you bite at his lip, pressing your mouth deeper into his. when he finally gathers the impossible strength to move away, to part for air that he so wishes that he did not need, he quickly skims a kiss to your forehead, swollen lips just touching, and lets you lead him away by the hand to somewhere, somewhere.

connie likes to kiss your cheeks the most. he likes the downy feel of your face under his lips. every time he ever says the phrase "thanks, babe", it's always followed up with a peck to the apple of your cheek. sometimes it has a loud 'mmh-wah!' sound effect when he is feeling particularly playful; other times it's a kiss out of sheer habit. he'll kiss your left side before leaving a room, and when he comes back, he'll peck your right side in greeting, chuckling as your right eye scrunches due to his placement. it's casual affection that he has no qualms about in showing or sharing. he's soft and gentle and oddly delicate when it comes to you. a fool in love. 

jean likes to kiss your hands the most. it probably stems from the fact that he likes to hold your hands a lot — an awful lot. he doesn't care about clamminess or sweat, only that your fingers are intertwined with his. from walking through crowds or rolling around in bed, he never gets tired of the sensation of your hand in his, steady and warm. and even when your hands are cold, he likes to clasp them anyway, insisting that he needs to heat you back up himself. you can't be having cold fingertips, it's bad circulation, he's concerned for you. it becomes natural for him to bring the back of your hand up to to his lips in a quick peck, sometimes for luck, sometimes just because he can. your palms aren't free from the princess treatment either, occasionally he'll lightly bite the flesh, just a nibble. he can't help it. why not? he likes that when he does you take his chin into your palm and pull him down, rougher than usual, to attach your mouth to his.

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Day Five: Friends with Benefits

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... and this is where i end levi nsfw week 2026 - on a new blog, late and missing a day 😭 lol hope you guys enjoy! until the next oneeee @levievent ao3

Unfortunately for you, you think of Levi at least once everyday. It's not … a debilitating condition that you would diagnose yourself with, but it's becoming a bit of a problem. 

You think of the scowl that graces his handsome face when you drink your morning coffees, knowing that he would disapprove of so much caffeine. His voice wriggles into your brain with a smart quip at the times you do something you know is a little stupid. One can't judge too harshly. It's not fair that he's such a handsome man, always looking like he had just waltzed out of a magazine instead of your usual dull university lecture. It's the stuff of daydreams, and many wet dreams. It doesn't help that the two of have reenacted many of them many times. 

The first time was an accident. The two of you were busy studying in your room, with Levi occupying your desk and you on your bed with your laptop, typing out an essay. You had asked him to proofread a particularly difficult section on the assignment.

However, instead of taking the laptop you offer him back to the desk, he moved next to you on the bed. Close, thighs touching. He smelt of fresh linens and the faint scent of earl grey. 

That had sent your system into haywire, your heart taking on a tumultuous pace. As he turned to face you, no doubt with thoughts about your essay, you blurted out the first thing that never fails to come to mind when you see him. 

"I want to kiss you." 

Your words had manifested into a strangled kind of sound, something akin to a squawk. Levi had looked shocked for a second, eyes wide, making you wonder if he even knew what you had said.

And then he did. Kiss you. Nearly with no time between the words at all, as if he had been waiting for you all along, Levi kissed you. It was better than what you had imagined.

Then, it spiraled into kissing him in other places. 

Fast-forward three weeks after leaping over that line of friendship, you have been thinking of him everyday, which only exacerbates that pesky crush you had on him in the first place that began years ago. 

Bent over his desk, nails digging into the plastic wood as he takes you from behind, you think about how you would like to hold his hand and do more than fuck and study. This is the third time today alone you've thought about wanting something more from him, when this was just casual. 

You're his friend. You have evidence. He's begrudgingly introduced you to people as his best friend many times before and after this thing between you. You still do friendship film nights where you make fun of his weird philosophical horror, and he pokes your cheek with his index finger to distract you from the tears your shed at the end of your rom-coms. 

Levi bends to attach his lips to your shoulder, thrusts slowing but hitting you deeper than before. It's delicious. You moan lightly as his teeth scrape across the skin.

God, you hope he leaves a mark. You need him to. He bites down harder as if he heard every word. His name tumbles from your lips loudly in pleasure. A hand moves to smooth your hair out of the way, he presses his mouth against the free space of your neck. You pretend it's a promise to litter you with marks all over when he has some time to dedicate to you later, and not just something that makes your cunt squeeze around him so he can get off quicker and then leave to meet with Erwin or something to do … whatever. 

"Just what are you thinking about, mmh?" Levi breathes into your ear.

"Y-you," your reply nearly gets lost when Levi kisses you again, tongue licking into the cavern of your mouth, "Just thinking of you," you pant when the two of you part for air. 

He thrusts into you a few more times before his eyes narrow. He pulls out of you, still hot and hard. You hiss at the loss of him, empty.

What is he thinking? You can never tell.

"Levi, what the fuck—"

"Bed, c'mon. If we keep at it like this, your back is going to give out," he pulls you by the wrist, oddly gentle. Your back is fine — mostly. His eyes remind you of pencil lead when he looks at you so intently like this, "unless you don't feel like it." 

You shrug, "It's your bed." 

"I-Yeah, fine."

You think he wants to say more, but he's pushing your back into the bed and settling between your thighs before you get the chance to ask. 

"Bend your knees for me."

You almost cave from his voice alone, husky in a way that makes you want to hear him wake in the morning and whisper out your name. He kisses and sucks at the flesh of your inner thigh. Your breathe hitches, but you reach down and tap his cheek to get his attention. He looks up and the sight makes you want to cry. He's flushed, wearing the most ridiculously pretty shade of pink across his cheeks and nose. 

"You're not eating me out again are you?" You ask curiously, ignoring the way your pulse is hammering at the door of your ribs, wondering when you're going to stop being such a coward and ask for more, " You seriously don't have to." 

His fingers find their home between your thighs, gathering the wetness and pressing against your clit. A burst of heat runs through you. 

"Clearly the first time wasn't enough. I … I want you to feel good." 

"I also felt good when you were hitting it from the back though —" You cut yourself off with soft groan as he inserts a finger into you, prodding that sensitive spot inside you. 

"Then that wasn't good enough. You—" he chooses he next words thoughtfully, "—you weren't with me. You were thinking of something else." He dips his head to suck lightly at your nub. The fact that his eyes are glued to you makes your face heat. He catches every crease of your brow and twist of your mouth. 

"You're too sweet to me, Levi." 

His voice is muffled, but your hear it anyway, "You're the sweet one," over the sound of him plugging up your pussy with his fingers and tongue, "so pretty like this. All you have to do it take it, alright?" He sighs in delight the moment you thread your fingers through his hair. He dives down to lap up all the slick you leak out. 

Your core vibrates with need, "Yes-yes, Levi, please." 

Until you're writhing over his bedsheets giving him all you have, and long after, you don't think you ever stopped thinking about him. 

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ah yeah nvm me, just shoving fingers into vampire!levi’s mouth.

he doesn’t bite down, not yet, and allows drool to run down your fingers and down your palm. he’s not the happiest with all the mess, but he lets you run a finger over his fangs and feel his incisors, one by one. before, he had told you that his teeth were sharp, sharper than any knife. he told you to be careful — he’s a predator first and foremost after all. however, like this, levi is as docile as a kitten. he should’ve expected this when you asked him how pointy his teeth were. as you get to his molars, he gags lightly and that’s when a pleased little smile breaks out on your face. your fingers make their way out of his mouth. there’s little reprieve as you replace them with your thumb. rougher than before, you press down on his lower set of teeth. his heart stutters with the need to bite the knuckle in jaw. when your finally satisfied with this teeth inspection of yours, the heel of your palm is wedged into his mouth. bite, levi.

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