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Ken "Draken" Ryūguji

Draken’s big everywhere—shoulders, hands, cock. You’re on his lap, thighs spread wide, impaled full by him. The stretch alone has you whining, clinging to his inked chest. He keeps bouncing you, massive palms lifting and dropping you like you weigh nothing. “C’mon, sweetheart. Take it for me.” When you suddenly gush, soaking his abs, his eyes go wide. Then his grin splits, teeth sharp with pride. “Fuck, you squirted? For me? Look at that.” He keeps you bouncing, greedy now, voice rough in your ear. “Thought you said you couldn’t. Thought you said it was impossible. I’ll keep pushin’ til you flood me again.” His dick drags deeper, harder, your slick dripping down his thighs. He groans, possessive, chest heaving. “Mine. My girl, my mess. Gonna make you do it over and over.”

#need that

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Ran Haitani

Ran’s lounging back, hair falling loose, one knee hooked over your shoulder while his dick grinds deep from below. His pace is slow, cruel, teasing you with the stretch. You’re begging, trembling, and then it happens—you gush over him, thighs shaking. He stills, smirking like a devil. “Ohhh, look at that. Didn’t know you had that in you, princess.” He rubs his thumb over your swollen clit, coaxing another spurt while you cry that it’s too much. “Nah, baby, this is perfect.” He laughs softly, eyes dark with mockery. “You makin’ a puddle for me. Pretty little thing, all wet and ruined.” He slides back in, hips rolling lazy. “I’m not stoppin’ ‘til this bed’s soaked.”

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Shuji Hanma

Hanma lives for chaos—so when your body jerks and you spray across his stomach mid-thrust, he howls with laughter. “Holy fuck, baby girl—look at you! Didn’t know you had a sprinkler system.” He pins your wrists, hips slamming hard, chasing it again. You whimper that you can’t, but he only grins sharper, tattoos flexing as he drives deeper. “Oh, you can. You will. I’ll beat it out of you if I gotta.” He taunts you with every gush, tilting your hips to angle his dick just right. The bed’s soaked, your thighs sticky, and he’s relentless, eyes glittering with obsession. “Yeah, that’s it. Squirt for me. Again. Again.” He doesn’t stop ‘til you’re sobbing, drenched, chest heaving. Then he paints your face with his cum, laughing breathless. “My dirty little fountain.”

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Kazutora Hanemiya

Kazutora’s wild-eyed when it happens—your pussy fluttering around him, wet spraying down his thighs. He gasps, then lets out a shaky laugh, manic with glee. “You just—fuck—you just squirted for me?” His pace turns frantic, bruising, hands locking around your waist to keep you still. “Do it again. Do it again or I’ll lose my mind.” He kisses your jaw, your throat, tender even as he ruts harder. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby. So good for me.” You’re crying from the overstimulation, but he won’t stop—obsession driving him. “I’ll keep you here all night ‘til you’re soaked through. Don’t care if you scream. Don’t care if you beg.” His teeth sink into your shoulder, marking you as his while he groans against your skin.

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Chifuyu Matsuno

Chifuyu looks stunned when your slick gushes down his dick, his thrust faltering. He pulls back to stare, chest heaving. “Did you—shit, you did.” Then his face lights up, awe softening his sharp features. “God, baby, you’re amazing.” He cups your face, kissing you sloppy while his hips keep moving. “So beautiful when you lose it for me.” His praise makes your body quake, another gush spilling between you. He groans, forehead pressed to yours. “That’s it. Don’t hold back. I’ll take it all.” His rhythm is steady, loving but relentless, fucking you through the overstimulation with devotion. “I’ll make you do it again. Every night. Until this pussy knows it belongs to me.”

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Rindou Haitani

Rindou’s meaner, sharper. When you gush over his cock, he freezes, then barks a cruel laugh. “The fuck? Did you just piss on me, girl?” You cry, embarrassed, but he tilts your chin up, forces you to see his grin. “Relax. I like it. Means I fucked you stupid.” He pulls out, slaps his dick against your clit until another gush sprays out, making you squeal. “Ohhh, she’s messy now. My nasty little thing.” He pushes back in, fucking rough, keeping you squirming. “Don’t ever hide that. I want it all. Gonna milk it out of you every time I spread these thighs.” When he finally pulls out to cum, he paints your tits, groaning, smearing it in with his hand. “Look at you. Ruined and mine.”

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Takashi Mitsuya

Mitsuya’s eyes go wide, soft shock flickering when you gush on his cock mid-thrust. “...Baby,” he whispers, slowing to steady you. You’re panting, embarrassed, but he strokes your hip, grounding. “Don’t you dare hide from me. That was gorgeous.” Then his pace builds again, strong and rhythmic, every stroke angled to drag it out. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.” His voice is tender, but his thrusts keep you trembling, squirting again against his stomach. He kisses your neck, your shoulder, murmuring praise with every gush. “So good. So wet. All mine.” By the end, the sheets are soaked, your body limp in his arms. He kisses your temple, cock still buried deep. “We’re doing that again tomorrow.”

I♡Mitsuya

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Squirtle divider by @huraxy-dividers

"Does that feel good?" He asks, kissing your neck as you arch your back on his fingers. "Yes! Ummm.." He pushes a second finger in, seeing the way your body shivers at his moves. His slender fingers nudge that gummy spot and you gasp. "Here huh? Interesting..." He thrusts his fingers more rapidly and you cum with a whine of his name. Levi loves that sight of you and is proud of himself that he managed to bring you that much pleasure. You soon find out that his favorite position is missionary, he likes to look at your reactions to know if he is doing it right, his hips snap slowly into you, he kisses you almost the whole time. He is a quick learner and after some time, sex with him becomes immaculate.

Season 1 Levi

Mostly quickies but they are intense. Levi props you up against the wall as he enters you, his hand over your mouth so that you don't make too much noise. Most of your uniforms are still on, so you aren't fully naked. His thrusts are quick and merciless, all he wants to do is get the anger out of him and you are his favorite outlet. He misses you too, the whole world has gone mad but he still sneaks away these naughty moments with you. He bites into his cravat when he feels your pussy clench around his cock, his hips snap faster, it's getting sloppy and loud. Levi pulls your shirt down so that he can bite into your shoulder to keep himself quiet. You tug on his hair when you feel your high approaching. "There she is. You gonna cum huh? You gonna-fuck! cum for me?" You nod, his hand gripping your thigh surely leaving bruises for the next day. "Levi!" You moan against his hand, cumming on his cock, Levi hisses and pumps his cock into you a few more times before pulling out and cumming over your stomach.

Season 2 Levi

Since he is injured, you don't want him to do too much, still, Levi insists. "Name, my foot got injured not my dick." You get the message, your lips trace down his abs, kissing down his body as he lies on the bed, his eyes looking at you. Levi tangles his hand in your hair as you undo his belt and pull his trousers down. "Oh fuck..." His head rolls back when you take his cock into your mouth, sucking him for all he is worth. Swirling your tongue around his tip, you look up to see Levi with his bottom lip between his teeth. "Enough of that." You smile as you pull his hard cock out of your mouth. Positioning yourself on top of him, you Puch your down on his cock. "Fucking...so fucking wet..." Levi says through his teeth when you lower yourself down completely. You start to bounce on top of him, his hands grip your hips as you move. Pretty much lets you set the pace but don't be fooled because if he thinks you're going too slow, he will fuck up into you. "That's it, baby. That's the pace..." He fucks you hard on his cock, your nails dig into his muscular chest. Don't be surprised that your hips have marks after....

Season 3 Levi

Oh boy, he is rough. Levi is frustrated so when he gets you to his bed, it's rough and a little mean. Not too many words are said as he undresses you quickly and throws you on the bed. His lips bite at your neck, hands playing with your nipples. "I'll warn you just once so listen closely, I'll be fucking rough understand?" His head is buried between your thighs, tongue lapping at your pussy like he will never get the chance to eat you out again, his tongue moves harshly, the wet noises making your already tinted cheeks more red. "Levi! Levi!" He slaps your pussy. "Shut the fuck up, I had a bad day. The last thing I need is you whining." Levi enters two fingers into you as his mouth works on your pussy, his jaw hurts but he doesn't stop until you squirt at least two times and your legs shake. Levi puts you in the position he desired you in, face down, ass up. He slaps your ass a few times before entering you, you moan loudly. His thruths are rude from the start, he holds your head down into the mattress as he fucks into you, your eyes roll at the back of your head, droll dripping onto the mattress. "Really? You ruined the fucking sheets." He grabs your hips, fucking your brains out. Round after round, he is as he promised, rough. And when he finally cums inside of you, his head drops onto your skin and he kisses it. Don't be shocked that you can't walk properly for a week after that...

Season 4 Levi

Passionate and intimate, you loved how he looked, age looked good on him and the new uniforms didn't help. Levi kisses you deeply, his hands rubbing your sides as he takes your clothes off, one by one. Your arms are hooked around his neck, his tongue plays with yours. "You ready love?" You nod your head, Levi positioned himself in front of your entrance and gently pushed inside. Both of you moan against each other mouths as he starts to move. His hands are on your back, holding you flush against his warm body, his hips move in a hard pace but not a fast one. Levi wants to take his time with you and make sure you feel it all. Lips trace your collarbones and neck, he sucks a few love bites onto your skin, you throw your head back to give him more access. It lasts for hours, his hands in yours, his cock pounding into you as your foreheads are pressed together. "I'll cum soon, I'll fucking cum.." He moans and you feel his cock twitching inside of you. Cumming, he pulls you close, kissing you passionately as his cum fills you.

Postwar Levi

Sex with postwar!Levi is soft, you two are finally done with fighting and have freedom you have always wanted. He is so soft with you, so grateful that you stood by him the whole time, that you're in his hands alive. Levi kisses your forehead as his cock pushes further into you, your back is to his chest, the fresh morning air making the scene more romantic. He kisses your face, watching your beautiful face. "You're so pretty...thank you...thank you.." Levi whispers in your ear between thrusts. And nine months after that, you're carrying a little bundle in your hands..

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eren jaeger

eren was an absolute whiner. he’s very vocal about how it’s practically a punishment, not letting him lick and taste you every day. it’s the first thing he asked for in the morning, running his long veiny fingers up and down the soft skin of your thighs as his pleading eyes settle just below your belly button, his lips parting and jaw locking as he intensely eyes the one spot of your body.

the pout lived on his face as his bottom lip jutted out and he rounded his eyes. the same begging expression he wore every other morning, when he pleaded for an energizing taste, when he argued that you just couldn’t look and smell the way you did and expect him not to want to lick you raw.

but that was the problem. eren always got too carried away. he’d wrap your thighs around his neck and dig his sharp fingernails into the skin to plant them solid, and he’d hastily lick and suckle and bite for as long as he wanted, until you were red and sore and the area was overstimulating and you were desperately scrambling away and eren’s large hands were dangerously pulling you back.

he was demanding, but more needy, practically getting on his knees and setting his nose just above your clit so he can smell you as he begs to have you, his hands starting to claw at your thighs as you push his face away. “fucking hell, baby,” he’d haughtily sigh, a high-pitched whine gurgling from the depths of his lungs, “s’not fucking fair, you know.”

eren would capture you between his chest and the walls, hold you still by your wrists over your head as his lips would ever so closely hover over your skin. “c’mon, baby, please, i never ask,” he’d lie through drooling teeth, his fingers caressing at the skin between your shirt and pants, “just one fucking taste, that’s all, i swear.”

levi ackerman

the light sweat and scorching heat felt like a spotlight directly on his back. felt like everyone watching as levi stared at the wet spot on the sheets, as he thought about the way liquid poured around his fingers and right out of you this morning like an aggressively leaky faucet.

each time levi stuffed his fingers inside you a little more forcefully, like if he tilted at the right angle and jutted in at the right speed the liquid would almost be forced back inside, encapsulated by his fingers and providing him the perfect, warm basin to lick from, not a single drop spared from his tongue.

but you were running out of time this morning and his fingers lingered too long, had enough energy to be finger and eye fucked before your alarm was blaring and levi’s morning fantasy was ripped away.

and now he stood shamefully staring at the wet spot you created, the one that hadn’t dried because the room hadn’t warmed beyond morning chill. he touched it, let the cool wetness spread at his fingertip as he remembered how hot you felt when your muscles enveloped his digits, as he considered if temperature really added to the flavor, or just the experience.

he rested on his knees as he crawled over the shadow of your body, pushed down on the spot with his knuckle and felt the liquid crawling to his skin. he licked his lips, felt the drool slide off his thin bottom lip and watched it join the stain. levi touched his cheek to the mattress, felt himself go cross-eyed just to keep fixated on the spot your eagerness left behind, closed his eyes to the image of your lower half rutting onto his hand, loudly moaning for more as the noises of your hips meeting his hand echoed and joined.

“mmf, fuck,” levi groaned to himself, his nose inching closer to the stain and his tongue starting to drip with an unprecedented neediness, his erection throbbing against his jeans as the thought of touching his tongue to your clit raced into his mind. he was rubbing against his hand, felt the grip on his mind crumble as the one in the sheets fisted. levi nosed closer, felt the hot wave of embarrassment as he touched his teeth to the sheets, let his mouth cover the stain.

the cold caused a recoil, but the achingly familiar taste had levi’s teeth digging into the fabric and squeezing for more sweet remnants of you, frantically sniffing the sheets for your scent. he sucked on the sheets, his saliva deepening the stain, and the heat flushed his neck as he thought of you walking in on him, catching him in the gross act and chastising him, calling him impatient and lamenting him for his inability to wait, but the thoughts of you walking in transitioned into thoughts of you changing, and levi hastily sat upright as he thought of checking your hamper.

reiner braun

reiner outright felt like a pervert when the thought of your wet pussy gliding on his tongue popped into his head. the thought of you sat on top of his mouth like you’re claiming a rightful throne, his nose providing the perfect tilt and leverage to grind back on his tongue, made his brain tingle, and he liked the visual of you rested back on his chin, letting the erotic fluid flow down his neck and throat and nourish a new beard.

the uncomfortable heat was easy to set aside when he was affronted with these thoughts in your home office, with the scent of you thickly hung in the air, with the knowledge that you sat on that chair.

with one quick glance to the door, reiner dropped to his knees, rested his arms along and shoved his face into the seat of the office chair, warm from the sun or from your cushion. he stifled a moan as he thought of how his face was now mere centimeters to where your ass was, and he could picture you walking in to sit down, not even realizing he’d placed his head there first.

his hand was already undoing the fastener on his jeans when the familiar heat washed over him and he thought of licking the chair, of tasting any and all remnant of you that could exist, of picking up on that imprint your curvy ass left behind.

the thought of staying there, leaving his face ready and presenting as your chair, got him hot and bothered, made his wrist flick twice as fast and he moaned from deep within his throat. reiner bit the seat and felt the awkward motion stagger up his jawline as he considered how pretty your thighs would look, collapsing on top of him, sitting so nicely on his cheeks, as the smell of you enveloped him, as the taste of you registered on his tongue, as all of you took over his senses.

armin arlet

his expansive imagination wasn’t always a virtue. when his mind drifted to the exposed skin near your clavicles, to the tasteful dip to your sternum and the ripples by your ribs, his shaded eyes and his smile became less than innocent.

armin was curious, an explorer by nature, and that curiosity extended to your body, understanding every dip and curve caused by a bone or a muscle, learning each landmark freckle and mole. you were an ever-changing story, with new scars and pores and spots that he imagined discovering and rediscovering.

he wanted to touch his tongue to each mark, like he were metaphorically planting a flag, claiming you as his own. he wanted to run his fingers along your skin, like his hands were sails and he was charting your ocean.

the saliva pooled in his mouth like a lake as armin thought of dipping between your legs, thought of letting his tongue skinny dip inside the natural reservoir. he stared at the grapefruit in front of him, thought of how you must taste sweetly similar, and picked it up hesitantly.

he brought it to his lips, let his curiosity get the better of him and poked his tongue out, licked daintily before repeating the stroke confidently the second time. he cautiously licked at the fruit, debated internally if he should squeeze some juice to simulate how he thought you’d respond, how he so eagerly hoped to find out.

A beat of silence. Then the smallest upward twitch at the corner of his mouth.

“Took your ribs long enough to heal,” he mutters. One calloused hand finds your hip, thumb pressing just hard enough to guide you backward until your spine meets the door you just closed. He doesn’t crowd you yet, just holds you there with that single point of contact. “Was starting to think you’d forgotten.”

“I didn’t forget,” you say, and it comes out breathier than intended. “I’ve been thinking about it. A lot.”

His thumb strokes once. “Mhm.”

And then he drops to one knee.

His hands are sliding up the outside of your thighs, getting rid of your straps and pants. Cool air hits the damp cotton between your legs and you suck in a sharp breath.

Levi pauses, nose brushing the front of your underwear. He inhales like he’s savoring wine.

“Already soaked through,” he observes, almost clinically. But the rasp in his voice betrays him. “Been wet since you walked in here?”

You swallow. “Since… probably since I decided to come here.”

“Hm.”

That’s all the warning you get.

He hooks two fingers in the waistband and drags the fabric down your thighs in one smooth pull, letting it pool at your ankles. Then his hands are on the backs of your knees, bending them gently, spreading you open while he settles between your legs like he’s done it a thousand times. Your back scrapes the wood of the door when he hooks one of your thighs over his shoulder.

The first pass of his tongue is so soft it’s almost polite.

The second is not.

He licks a broad, firm stripe from your entrance to your clit and then seals his mouth over the swollen bud, sucking lightly. Your hips jerk forward on instinct. He makes a low sound of approval against you, the vibration ripping a helpless little noise out of your throat.

And then he gets to work.

Levi eats you out like it’s a mission objective: precise, relentless, devastating. Flat tongue lapping broad strokes, then pointed flicks directly on your clit, then slow, sucking pulses that make your knees threaten to give out. When your fingers tangle in his hair he just grunts and presses closer, nose pressed to your mound, tongue spearing inside you only to drag back out and circle your clit again.

Minutes blur.

Your thighs start trembling. You’re pretty sure you’re babbling: half-formed praise, nonsense syllables, his name over and over like a broken record. He doesn’t let up. If anything he gets meaner about it: two fingers sliding in, curling, stroking that spot while his tongue works ruthless little circles on your clit. You come the first time so hard your vision whites out, he doesn’t stop. Just growls against your cunt and keeps going, licking you through the aftershocks until you’re squirming, oversensitive and giggling deliriously.

“Levi, fuck wait! Too much haahh—”

He pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny, voice wrecked. “You begged for this.”

“I knooow!” Another helpless giggle spills out as he drags the flat of his tongue over your clit again, slow and cruel. “But hah brain’s melting. ”

“Means I’m doing it right.” He sucks hard. Your back arches off the door.

He makes you come a second time like that: still standing, thigh shaking on his shoulder, fingers yanking at his undercut while you giggle and gasp and beg incoherently. Then a third, this time with three fingers stretching you open and his tongue lashing your clit so fast you can barely breathe.

By the fourth you’re sliding down the door, legs jelly. He catches you easily, hauls you against his chest and carries you the few steps to his cot like you weigh nothing. Drops you on the thin mattress, spreads your thighs wide again, and dives back in.

"Wait wait wait," you say, grabbing his hair and pulling him back. "Again?"

Levi licks his lips, giving you the most lustful expression he has ever put on his face. His eyes are shining, he's rock hard trying to not hump the bed and his lips and chin are glistening because of you.

"Yes," he says, giving you a wet kiss on your thigh, then another right on your bush. "Taste so fucking good."

That sends a full shiver along your body. You run your hands through his hair again, pushing him into your pussy. He goes slower this time, teasing your clit and just licking your hole without actually pushing his tongue inside.

He looks up at you, enjoying the desperate faces you made, as well as the dumb whines you let out.

"L-Levi, c'mon," you manage to say in a breath.

"Mhm?" He lifts his head fully from your cunt, leaving you clenching around nothing. "Yes, darling?"

The fucking petname makes you roll your eyes and sigh, you've known him for a long time to know when he's fucking with you.

"Make me cum," you tell him, brushing a strand of his hair. "Please."

He blinks slowly, almost forming a smirk.

"Again?" And now he's mocking you, his cheek pressed to your inner thigh, his hand going up and down your puffy lips, touching everywhere except where you need him.

You narrow your eyes at him, chest still heaving, thighs trembling on either side of his smug face.

“Leviiii.”

He hums like he’s got all night. The pad of his middle finger traces the slick outer edge of your folds then dips just barely inside your entrance before retreating again.

You let out a frustrated little huff that turns into a whine when he deliberately blows a cool stream of air across your swollen clit. Your hips twitch upward, chasing contact he refuses to give.

“Use your words,” he murmurs against your thigh. His lips brush your skin as he speaks, you can feel the shape of every syllable. “Thought you wanted me to make you come. Or was that someone else moaning my name five minutes ago?”

You grit your teeth. He’s enjoying this way too much; the power trip, the way you’re falling apart under the lightest touch, the way you can’t quite hide how badly you need him to stop playing and just do it.

“Stop being a tease,” you snap, voice cracking on the last word because he chooses that exact second to drag the very tip of his tongue in the slowest, feather-light circle around your clit without ever making real contact.

He pulls back again, just far enough that you feel the loss of his breath like a physical thing.

“Tease?” He tilts his head. “I’m just making sure you’re ready. Wouldn’t want to overwhelm you.” His fingers part your lips again, spreading you open so he can watch the way your entrance flutters uselessly. “Look at that. So needy it’s practically begging.”

“Levi.” Your voice is dangerously close to a growl.

“Yes, sweetheart?” The pet name drips like honey and venom at the same time. He presses the flat of his tongue right against your clit letting you feel the heat and the texture and nothing else. Then he pulls away again. “You were saying?”

That’s it.

You’re done.

Both hands fist in his hair as hard as you can and you yank him forward with zero gentleness, shoving his face straight into your cunt.

“Shut. Up,” you hiss, grinding against his mouth before he can even react. “And eat me like you fucking mean it.”

For half a second he freezes, surprised, maybe even impressed.

Then he laughs against you, the sound muffled and dark and vibrating straight through your core.

He grabs the undersides of your thighs, hooks both legs over his shoulders in one brutal motion and devours you.

Just hungry, filthy, open-mouthed sucking, tongue plunging inside you, curling, fucking in and out before dragging up to lash your clit in tight, relentless circles. His nose grinds against your mound with every pass and his fingers dig into the meat of your thighs hard enough to bruise. He groans like he’s starving and you’re the first real meal he’s had in years.

You arch so violently your spine leaves the mattress.

“Fuck fuck fuck yesss. There, right haah there”

He doesn’t answer. Can’t. Too busy drinking you down, lips sealed around your clit, sucking hard while two fingers slam back inside and crook against that spot that makes your vision spark white.

You come so fast it almost hurts. Shattering, screaming his name, thighs clamping around his head like you’re trying to suffocate him. He doesn’t stop. Just keeps licking, slower now, drawing it out until you’re shaking and whimpering and trying to push him away because it’s too much, too sensitive, too good.

He finally pulls back when you’re practically sobbing with overstimulation, lips and chin absolutely drenched, eyes blown black with lust. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand then crawls up your body until his weight pins you to the cot.

You’re still panting, dazed, when he leans down and kisses you deep, letting you taste yourself all over his tongue.

When he breaks away, his voice is wrecked.

“Next time you want my mouth,” he mutters against your lips, “just say so. Don’t make me work for it.”

You manage a breathless laugh, fingers still tangled in his hair.

“Next time,” you rasp, “I’m sitting on your face until you beg me to stop.”

His eyes flash. “Promises, promises.”