Hello ! I hope you’re doing well
Can you do a Levi smut where he wants to get y/n pregnant and gets so carried away during sex that he confesses it .
Then cums inside … multiple times plsssss thanks
Levi's hands were rough on you as he pulled your clothes away. His lips locked with yours, his tongue taking dominance in your mouth. A thread of saliva pulled between your lips as Levi broke off the kiss to pull your shirt over your head.
He attacked your lips again, forcing himself into you. His hands all over your body: grabbing your breasts, pinching your nipples, and pulling your panties and shorts off after you unbottoned your shorts. On his knees, he spreaded your legs, positioning himself at your opening. His dick was already hard and standing, pre cum leaking uncontrollably.
Levi tried to push himself into you but it slipped and rubbed through your clit instead. Groaning, he slammed again but slipped too. He grabbed his dick and shoved it into your hole impatiently. Your knees squeezed with reflex and you moaned into his mouth. Your walls tensed and relaxed as he moved his hips, thrusting in and out of your warm hole.
Levi broke the kiss. "Shi-" he moaned. He buried his face into your hair, breathing heavily beside your left ear. Levi was thrusting deeply and hard, unlike the other times when his thrusts were fast and forceful. One of his palms tightened on your sweaty breast while another grabbing the sheets. You breathed into his ear, moaning his name.
With your hot breath on his ear, your body pushing onto his as you tried to take more of him, Levi's rationality snapped.
"Fuck, y/n! You're so warm, fuck! You take my dick so good," Levi pulled your right leg over his shoulder. Your hips were slightly lifted and his dick went deeper into you. You sqeeuzed your walls as his dick dragged along your walls before hitting the sweet spot. An uncontrollable lusty mew escaped from your lips.
Levi was pounding on you hard, your bodies slamming against each other. The sound of wet slapping echoed. That was the only thing Levi could hear. "Fuck y/n, you're so wet! I'm gonna cum in you! Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up so good!" Levi's legs shook as he cummed inside you. "Fuck fuck fuck FUCK! Take my cum like the good girl you are!"
You were high in pleasure as well, eyes rolled to the back of your head as your cum mixed with his. Your thighs slimy with body fluids, but Levi wasn't done with you yet. He pulled out and white mixtures oozed out from your hole. Levi's face was flushed with pride. Looking at your pleasure-dumbed face, Levi was turned on more.
He pushed your knees to your chest and slammed himself into you again. You moaned to protest as your hips spasmed.
"Y/n, baby," Levi kissed your lips, "let's make a baby tonight. Fuck, you look so beautiful with my cum in you." Levi never stopped his thrusts as he spoke to you. "Levi..." you mewed weakly. Levi kissed your lips again, "take my cum, baby. Be a good girl and take my cum."
The idea of you heavily pregnant with his child turned Levi into a sex beast. His body was burning with pleasure as he cummed in your hole again, shooting his seed deep into your ovary. His eyes were shining with pride as his cum overflowed, leaking onto your thighs and the sheets. You felt your inside hot and heavy with Levi's cum. You never felt this way as Levi never cummed in you before. You knew today Levi had total control of you. Your head was blank with pleasure anyway.
Levi kissed your lips again. Your face sweaty and you were breathing from your mouth, exhausted after you had cummed multiple times now. "Baby," Levi mewed your name lovingly, "let me breed you one last time." He gently flipped you onto your stomach. You couldn't protest and allowed him to move you like a doll.
With a pillow below your pelvic as a support, Levi pushed himself into you again. You moaned into the sheet. Levi lovingly sucked on your neck. Your hole was wet and red and oh so sensitive to every little movement Levi did to you. Your knees tried to squeeze together but Levi kept your legs spread for him to breed you again.
His hand playing with your nipple, another hand interlaced with your fingers, you were drowned in pleasure and soreness. You wanted it to stop but also begged for Levi to go on and empty his balls in you.
(Hey stranger :) I'm doing well, I hope you're doing great too! I hope you like this :))
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hermit horror week day 7: season 9 or from beyond
Q: HOW LONG WAS SHE MISSING?
A: That's, uh, quite the thing to start this out on, Joe, I mean. When you said you wanted to interview me for an article about my role at Blue River Raceway, I didn't think you'd... Who do you mean?
Q: YOU'RE DODGING THE QUESTION.
A: And you're starting off a bit too strong. Seriously, I might think you're lying.
Q: I MEAN, I LIED A LITTLE. I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D ANSWER QUESTIONS IF I DIDN'T.
A: I can leave.
Q: I MADE FRIENDS WAY BACK WHEN WE WENT TO EMPIRES. WITH SOMEONE WHO WASN'T OLLIE.
A: I don't have to answer this.
Q: HOW LONG WAS SHE MISSING?
A: I don't know who you're talking about.
Q: I THINK YOU DO.
A: I think if I knew, she was dangerous. She knew how to modify memories. She wasn't safe to be friends with, Joe. You should--you should get that checked out. I mean, think about what a me who didn't care for you might do, and then, like, go to a doctor about it.
Q: SO YOU KNOW WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT.
A: I'm... not supposed to. I think she tried to make me forget she was ever there.
Q: HOW LONG WAS SHE MISSING?
A: Look, time is weird. It was after I built my base. Before the Rift. Only slightly before then, though, because time isn't the same on both sides. If I'd known that, I would have been more careful. Sent her better supplies, too. Brought my own memory potions. I wouldn't have just... followed you all blindly. Not that I did.
Q: YOU KNEW SHE WAS GONE?
A: Of course I did. I had to be prepared.
Q: PREPARED FOR WHAT?
A: Joe, she's dangerous. You have to know she's dangerous. I did what had to be done, after she got dangerous, and I did what had to be done, after she escaped. I was prepared. I knew what would happen if she found you all.
Q: YOU WERE GOING TO KILL HER.
A: Well, when you put it like that...
Q: SHE WAS NICE TO ME. YOU HUNTED ME OUT OF HERMITOPIA--
A: Hey, don't characterize it like that, you know as well as I do how much that was a game--
Q: LET ME FINISH THE QUESTION. SHE GAVE ME A HOME. SHE WAS NICE. WHY DO YOU SAY SHE'S DANGEROUS?
A: Joe, how much of your time in Cogsmede do you remember?
Q: I'M THE INTERVIEWER.
A: And I'm trying to tell you. How much do you remember? Did she show you everything? Did she tell you why she wanted you there?
Q: STOP THAT.
A: Because I know she liked to hunt people. That's part of why I locked her up in the first place. Tried to figure out what had gone wrong with her. You kept asking how long she was missing, and I, I tried to keep you all safe. You have to understand I had to do it. And--how much do you remember?
Q: I MEAN, I KNOW ABOUT THE HEADS.
A: Joe.
Q: MY BEST FRIEND'S CLEO, I REALLY CAN'T JUDGE ABOUT THE HEADS.
A: You have to know she's dangerous then. And she just let you remember?
Q: NO SHE DIDN'T. I'M JUST BAD AT FORGETTING THINGS I'M SUPPOSED TO. I HAVE A SURPRISINGLY ROBUST MEMORY! I JUST--DO YOU THINK SHE'S OKAY?
A: It's not that simple.
Q: DO YOU CARE?
A: It's not that simple. But yes. Of course I care. Of course I... Of course I do. I couldn't not.
Q: HOW LONG WAS SHE MISSING?
A: Since slightly after the Rift closed. I sent her a letter. I haven't heard back.
Q: TELL ME IF YOU DO.
A: Fine. I will.
Q: I CAN ACTUALLY ASK YOU ABOUT THE RACE TRACK NOW IF YOU'D LIKE.
A: I mean, I built the sign. What else is there to say, in the face of all that?
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here’s my thing about proshipping, particularly in regards to the “well you can write that stuff to process trauma, but don’t fucking post it” argument. and i’m really just repeating what many, many others have said, but bear with me.
i don’t have sexual trauma (which is, 99% of the time, what this argument is about), so i can’t speak to that directly, but i do have traumas and coping mechanisms that some people think weird or off-putting or gross. i’m also someone who needs to talk about things with some kind of audience in order to process, whether that’s my therapist or my friends or—get this—fanfic readers. often, all three! max processing, baby!
but i’ve had people avoid responding when i bring certain things up, or outright say they can talk to me about some of my ~problems~, but not Those Ones. which is fine on its face, everyone is entitled to boundaries and in many cases they may simply not know what to say.
but it is deeply isolating to feel like there is a part of you unfit for public view. especially a part of you that you still want (need) to talk about in order to come to terms with it. so i can only imagine how it feels for some of the people arguments like these are attacking.
as long as there are warnings (and YES, “choose not to warn” is, in itself, adequate warning), there is no reason why any aspect of the human experience should have to be permanently hidden and undiscussed, no matter how uncomfortable its existence might make some random on the internet.
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