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Hi dear jelly I hope you're fine ♥️♥️ I've got a naughty idea, postwar levi when we tease him by saying he's an old man so he fucks us relentlessly proving that he's not an old man hehee
The Pace of an Old Man
Levi x fem reader
The afternoon sun was filtering softly through the curtains of the small, quiet cottage Levi had built for the two of you far away from the military capital. The war was over, the world was rebuilding, and inside these four walls, time finally belonged to you both.
Levi was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but his loose trousers, his back to you as he massaged a soothing salve into his scarred, aching knee. The years of violent ODM gear usage, combined with the heavy toll of the final battle, had left him with a body that occasionally protested the changing weather. His dark hair fell loosely across his face, damp from the shower, and the pale, jagged lines of old scars patterned his broad shoulders and back.
You leaned against the doorframe, watching him with an affectionate smile. Your hair was slightly messy, your body wrapped in one of his oversized shirts.
"Need some help with that, old man?" you teased softly, a playful glint in your eyes as you crossed the room.
Levi’s shoulders tensed for a fraction of a second before he let out a low, familiar Tch. He didn't turn around, but you saw the corner of his mouth twitch upward into a faint, amused smirk. He capped the jar of salve and slowly turned his head, his single, piercing silver eye locking onto you with deeply affectionate warmth.
"Old man?" he repeated. He wiped his hands on a towel, his lone eye tracking the curve of your hips as you stepped closer. "You've got a lot of mouth today, brat."
"I'm just saying," you giggled, climbing onto the mattress and crawling up behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your chin on his shoulder. "You're getting up there in years, Levi. I just worry your old bones can't keep up with me anymore."
Levi let out a low, breathy chuckle, a sound so rich and domestic it made your heart ache with love. In a split second, before you could even register his movement, his sturdy, powerful arm reached back. His grip was strong but gentle as his large hand caught your waist, and with one smooth, effortless twist of his upper body, he pulled you right over his shoulder and laid you flat on your back against the pillows.
A soft gasp left your lips, your body instantly shivering as Levi hovered over you.
The weight of his muscular frame was a solid, comforting anchor. He settled himself between your thighs, pinning your hands gently beside your head with his scarred, three-fingered grip. He looked down at you, his silver eye burning with a heavy, passionate fire that had absolutely nothing to do with age and everything to do with pure devotion.
"You think I'm slowing down, do you?" Levi teased softly, his lips brushing against your jawline, his breath hot against your skin. "Let’s see if that pretty little body of yours can actually catch up with this old man. Because I have a feeling you're going to be begging me to stop before I'm even warmed up."
"Is that a challenge, Levi Ackerman?" you whispered, your heart hammering as your hips instinctively tilted up to meet his.
"It's a promise," he murmured.
Levi’s touch was the definition of sturdy and passionate. He didn't rush. He stripped the linen shirt from your body with slow, deliberate movements, his hands treating your skin like something sacred, worshipping every single curve of your body. He pressed deep, bruising kisses along your collarbone, his fingers tracing the soft line of your hips, making you shiver and melt into the mattress beneath him. He was so heavy, so beautifully solid, surrounding you until the entire world outside this bed ceased to exist.
When he reached down to slide your panties off, his fingers lazily brushed against your centre, finding you already completely soaked and aching for him.
Levi let out a soft, pleased hum, a proud smirk breaking on his lips as he coated his fingers in your warmth. "Look at that. So ready for an old man. You're practically begging for it, brat."
"Levi, please," you whimpered, your head lolling back into the pillows, your hands tangling into his dark hair to pull him closer. "I need you. Inside me. Now."
"Slow down," he whispered, his voice a comforting, authoritative purr against your ear as he unbuckled his trousers and freed his thick, rigid length. "We have all the time in the world. I told you, I'm going to take my time with you."
He positioned himself at your opening, the hot, throbbing crown of his cock pressing against your slick lips. Levi leaned his full weight down, his broad chest pressing firmly against your breasts, his mouth capturing yours in a deep, wet, and incredibly passionate kiss. At the same moment, his hips drove forward with a slow, powerful momentum, sinking his entire length deep inside your tight, welcoming heat in one smooth, breathless stroke.
A shattered, muffled cry was swallowed by his lips as your inner muscles instantly clamped tightly around him. The sheer fullness of him stretching you out was incredible, a sweet, burning pleasure that filled your entire abdomen.
Levi groaned deeply into your mouth, his jaw clenching as he paused for a moment, letting your body adjust to his size. He began to move, and it was the most beautiful, loving thing you had ever experienced. He didn't use the frantic, aggressive speed of a younger man; instead, his pace was deep, steady, and unhurried. He drove into you with a powerful, rhythmic thrusting, his hips sliding against yours with a heavy friction that targeted your sweet spot perfectly with every single stroke.
"Ah... Levi... Levi," you gasped out as he broke the kiss, your fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back, your hair sprawling wildly across the sheets.
"I'm right here, sweetheart," he murmured softly, his silver eye locked onto your face, watching the pure ecstasy colour your features. He reached down, hooking his sturdy arms under your thighs and lifting your legs onto his shoulders, opening you up even deeper for him. "Am I moving too slow for you? Do you need me to speed up, or is this old man keeping you right where you want to be?"
"You're perfect... it's too good," you sobbed out, your body melting into a literal puddle of arousal beneath him. The contrast of his rough, battle-hardened hands gently cupping your face while his lower body ruthlessly, thoroughly possessed yours was completely overwhelming your senses.
Levi let out a breathy growl, his pace naturally quickening just a fraction as your tight walls began to pulse frantically around him. He drove deeper, his muscular frame moving with a flawless, sturdy control that proved he could go for hours without ever tiring. Every impact of his hips was an absolute declaration of love, his body heat radiating off him like a furnace, wrapping you in a cocoon of absolute safety and pleasure.
The friction inside you built to a fever pitch. Your vision began to blur, your breathing turning into short, ragged gasps as the waves of a massive orgasm began to ripple through your core. Your legs shook violently against his shoulders, your toes curling.
"Levi, I'm gonna, please—"
"Go ahead, brat. Come for me," Levi praised roughly, his thumb rubbing over your lower lip as he delivered three deep, heavy, punishing thrusts that pushed you right over the precipice.
You exploded. A loud, breathless scream tore from your throat as your climax ripped through you, your entire body bucking and trembling in a shattering release. Your internal muscles clamped down around his thick length in a tight, desperate rhythm, milking him thoroughly.
The pleasure was so intense, so profound, that you felt your mind detach from reality. You felt like you were completely weightless, floating high above the bed, enveloped in a warm, golden haze of pure bliss. Your legs slipped from his shoulders, falling limply to the mattress, your muscles spent.
But Levi wasn't done.
He let out a growl as your climax squeezed him, his silver eye darkening with a primal, insatiable hunger. He didn't pull out, and he didn't stop. Even as you lay there completely helpless, floating in the afterglow of your release, Levi’s large hands locked onto your hips.
With a slow, powerful, and relentless momentum, he kept going. He slid his thick length all the way out before plunging right back in, burying himself deep inside your hyper-sensitive, pulsing core.
"L-Levi..." you whimpered, dazed, your eyes half-closed as you weakly looked up at him, your body tingling with a sweet, sensitive ache as he kept a steady, unhurried rhythm. "I can't... I'm floating..."
Levi offered you a breathless, incredibly loving smirk, his chest heaving as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead, never once stopping the deep, sturdy thrusts of his hips.
"I told you, brat," he whispered against your skin, his gravelly voice thick with a deep devotion as he continued to possess you. "You can't keep up with this old man. Just lay there and take it. I’m not letting you down for a long, long time."
cw: sylus x fem!reader, smut, dry humping, praise, pet names
You settled onto Sylus’s lap on the large leather couch. Resting back on his elbows, his eyes travelled shamelessly down your body.
“I knew this dress would suit you,” he muttered, his fingers reaching for your bare knee. The floor-length silken dress that he had presented you with earlier that night now sat gathered around your thighs.
“You love playing dress-up with me, don’t you?” You leaned down, slowly dragging your palms up his abs, over his chest, and up to the collar of his shirt. “Matching with me,” you whispered as you hovered over his face, your breaths mingling, almost close enough to kiss. “Showing them who I belong to.” You could feel his heart thrumming under your fingertips.
He inhaled through his teeth, his hand squeezing your thigh. “Almost as much as I love undressing you,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to your lips. You closed the distance, pressing your lips to his in a fervent kiss. He responded just as hungrily, his hand travelling up your thigh to grip your hip. “You look gorgeous,” he muttered between kisses. “Mm… it sits perfectly on you…” His voice came out shaky, his palm sliding down your thigh again and slipping under your dress. “It’s almost as if you’re not wearing any…” He cut himself off, his eyes widening in surprise as he felt the bare skin of your hip.
You smirked at his realisation and bit his lower lip, pulling it gently with your teeth. Then you shifted and pressed your bare core over his lap. Sylus groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. You could feel his cock hardening, straining against his trousers. You bucked your hips slowly, sighing into his lips. Sylus’s free hand moved to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. Your lips met again, and his tongue danced with yours, easily dominating the kiss as you focused on your own pleasure. Holding onto him for purchase, you began to move faster, your pussy gliding over the smooth fabric of his trousers, leaving a wet spot in your wake.
Sylus broke the kiss, your lips parting with a wet smack. “That’s it, sweetie,” he whispered. “Use me...” He took a sharp breath, then kissed you again, deep and messy. “Use me to make yourself cum.”
Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as pleasure built inside you, your soft mewls filling the room. Your hips were moving on their own, your slick core gliding over his hard cock, the ridges of the fabric intensifying the feeling. Sylus watched your face, his crimson eyes dark and intense, his lips slightly parted as he panted softly beneath you. As you got closer, your thighs began to shake, making you lose your pace. “Sylus… ah…” You gasped. “I can’t…” Your eyebrows scrunched in frustration as you tried to chase your climax.
A low, breathy chuckle escaped him. “It's okay, kitten…” he drawled, his voice velvet-soft with false sympathy, both of his hands holding your hips firmly. He began to slowly thrust from below, matching your pace, meeting you halfway. You pressed your forehead to his and clung to his shirt as you let him take over and guide your hips. The steady rhythm of his clothed cock driving again and again into your sensitive clit became too much, and with a choked moan, you let your orgasm crash over you in waves. Sylus stared up at you, drinking in your moans and gasps.
When your pleasure subsided, your body went limp, slumping against his chest, and he stilled. You tucked your face into the crook of his neck, trying to steady your breathing. His hands left your hips and his arms wrapped around you, rubbing soothing circles into your back. “Well done, sweetie,” his voice vibrated softly against your cheek.
You felt him shift beneath you, bringing his lips right to your ear.
The silence of the sprawling Ackerman mansion always felt a little too heavy whenever Levi was away.
For the past week, he had been consumed by high-stakes syndicate business, settling territorial disputes, securing shipping routes, and ensuring his family’s grip on the city remained absolute. You missed him terribly. Even though you were safely wrapped in the luxury of his estate, your heart constantly ached for the sharp, comforting scent of his expensive cologne and the grounding weight of his arms around you.
He was obsessive about you, madly, deeply, and fiercely in love. Even in the middle of a dangerous mission, he would text you the moment he had a free second, always needing to ensure his cara was safe and content.
As you lounged on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone to pass the time, you stumbled across a cute, viral trend. Girls were asking their heavily tattooed partners if they could use markers to colour in the blank spaces of their ink.
A soft smile broke across your face. Levi was completely covered. His broad chest, powerful back, and muscular arms were a tapestry of lethal history, a mix of dark knife wounds, faded gunshot scars, and intricate, sprawling tattoos. While many of his pieces were vibrant with colour, he had so many complex, fine-line designs that a good portion of them remained unshaded.
Your heart fluttered. You bit your lip and pulled up his chat, typing out a message.
You: Levi? I saw a cute new thing online I wanna try!
❤️Levi❤️: What is it, cara?
You: People colour in their partner's tattoos. I know you have some on you that could be coloured in. Can I do that?
❤️Levi❤️: I don't think we have pens for skin.
You: Oh... never mind then! Be safe.
❤️Levi❤️: Leave it with me.
You: It's okay, handsome, it was a silly idea.
❤️Levi❤️: None of your ideas are silly. Let me take care of everything
You: Okay. I'm still not used to that. You know, you being able to do anything. You're so cool and amazing! I love you so much.
❤️Levi❤️: Love you forever, cara ❤️
You squeezed your phone tightly against your chest, your heart racing. Even after all this time, you still weren't used to it, the sheer, staggering power he wielded. To the rest of the world, Don Levi Ackerman was a terrifying, untouchable entity who could make people vanish with a whisper. But to you? He was just a man who would bend the entire world to give you whatever you asked for.
You: I miss you.
After hitting send, you locked your phone with a soft sigh. Missing him this much was practically an ache, so you decided you needed a serious distraction.
You wandered through the long, quiet hallways of the mansion until you reached your favourite sanctuary: a private, cosy room Levi had custom-built just for you. It was filled with all your favourite collectables, your gaming setup, shelves of books, and plush beanbags. It was the perfect spot to recharge. You slipped your heavy noise-cancelling headphones over your ears, booted up a game, and finally managed to quiet your mind.
You lost track of time. You didn't hear the distant roar of a sports car tearing up the driveway, nor did you hear the heavy, hurried footsteps echoing through the house.
The first clue you had was a sudden vibration through the floorboards. Before you could even turn around, the door to your room was shoved open with a heavy bang.
Levi stood in the doorway, looking dishevelled. His dark hair was messy, his tie was slightly askew, and his chest was heaving as if he had just run a marathon. His silver eyes swept the room frantically until they finally locked onto you.
"There you are!" he breathed, a wave of relief washing over his sharp features.
You blinked, quickly sliding your headphones down around your neck and offering him a bright, happy smile. "Hey, Levi."
"Don't hey me!" he scolded, though his voice lacked any real venom, carrying only the residue of sheer panic. "I called you three times. I called the house phone. I thought someone had breached the perimeter."
"Oh, I left my phone in the bedroom," you said apologetically, twisting your fingers together. "I wanted to distract myself because I missed you so much. I didn't want to just sit there staring at the screen."
Levi didn't say another word. He marched across the room, the heavy soles of his dress shoes clicking against the floor. When he reached your chair, he leaned down, grabbing your face with one large, warm hand. His fingers squeezed your cheeks together, forcing your lips into an adorable, helpless pout.
"Tch. You are too cute for your own good," Levi muttered. "You had me worried sick, cara. You need your phone on you always so I can reach you. Understand?"
He leaned in closer, his sharp silver eyes locking onto your lips before he leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss right to the tip of your nose.
"I can't live without you, so I need constant contact," he whispered against your skin, his thumb smoothing over your cheekbone. "When I don't hear from you, my mind goes to dark places."
"Got it," you mumbled through your squeezed cheeks, your heart melting into absolute mush. "I'll remember my phone next time, promise."
Satisfied, he finally released your face, his gaze darkening with a sudden, intense hunger. "Good. Now... I need to kiss you properly."
You didn't need to be told twice. You stood up from your chair, wrapping your arms securely around his neck. "Then kiss away, handsome."
Levi caught you by the waist, pulling you against his solid chest as his mouth descended onto yours. The kiss was deep, passionate, and thick with the starved desperation of a man who had been deprived of his favourite thing all week. He tasted you, a low, appreciative rumble vibrating deep in his throat.
When he finally pulled back just an inch, his lips brushed yours as he murmured, “Mm, tasty girlfriend.”
You giggled, your cheeks heating up. "Thank you."
"Come on. I have a surprise for you," he said, a cute smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Before you could ask what it was, he scooped you up into his powerful arms, carrying you effortlessly out of the room and down the hall toward the master bedroom. "I know you'll like it."
You leaned your head against his shoulder, covering his sharp jaw and cheek with a flurry of sweet, peppering kisses. "Oh yeah? Is it kinky?"
"Could be," Levi chuckled deeply, the sound a low purr against your chest. He carried you into the bedroom and gently threw you onto the centre of the massive mattress. "Depends on how you feel."
You propped yourself up on your elbows, your eyes widening with appreciation as Levi stood at the edge of the bed and began to undress. He shed his tailored blazer, tossing it carelessly onto a chair. Next went his waistcoat, tie, and finally, he unbuttoned his crisp white shirt, pulling his arms free and letting it drop to the floor.
He stood there in nothing but his dark dress trousers, a breathtaking silhouette of pure, lean muscle, heavy ink, and pale, rugged scars.
You bit your lip, openly checking him out. "Mmm. Pretty boyfriend."
"Tch. Flatterer," he muttered, though his ears pinked slightly. He reached into the back pocket of his trousers and pulled out a small, rectangular plastic pack, tossing it lightly onto the mattress beside you. "Here."
You picked it up, reading the label. Your eyes lit up in pure delight. It was a professional, multi-coloured pack of premium markers, completely non-toxic and specifically formulated to be skin-safe.
"Oh! You actually got them!"
Levi climbed onto the bed, his movements fluid and cat-like. He slid back against the plush pillows, propping his upper back and head comfortably against the heavy leather headboard. He spread his arms slightly, completely exposing the massive, intricate dragon and floral sleeves that cascaded down his chest and arms, leaving several sections of fine, black-and-white linework completely bare.
"I am your canvas," he murmured softly, his silver eyes warm with a quiet devotion. "Do whatever you want to me, cara."
A breathless laugh escaped you. You eagerly clambered across the mattress, settling yourself right between his thick thighs, leaning your weight comfortably against his sturdy torso. You popped the cap off a bright crimson pen, propped your forearms against his stomach, and carefully began colouring in the open petals of a traditional peony etched near his collarbone.
Levi smiled softly, the tight, stressed lines of his week completely evaporating. His large, calloused hand came up, his fingers gently tangling into your hair, stroking the soft strands as he watched you work with admiration.
"We should have done this sooner," he murmured, his thumb lazily tracing the shell of your ear. "I like it."
You looked up from his chest, your eyes sparkling with pure happiness as you pressed a quick kiss to his skin. "I love this! You're the best boyfriend ever, Levi."
"Only for you, cara," he whispered, closing his eyes and letting out a deep, contented sigh, perfectly happy to let his dangerous world stand still for as long as you had a pen in your hand.
I have a LOT of requests for Levi smut, like a lot hahaha I'm pleased you all like how I write him. However, they take a lot more work to make and planning. So, I might be slower making the oneshots cause I need a break from writing back to back to back smut.
Hope you all understand. It's so I can break it up and I don't get bored of it and write bad smut for you all.
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I get the other frustrations. I've been playing the game for years and I saw the introductions of the other Li and I get people are mad that us old players are being forgotten, but a lot of time and work went into Valko, people designed him wrote for him and voice actors were hired. It's such a shame that he was just cancelled fully. The game needs fixing, yes, but deleting a whole character after so much promotion puts a bad taste in my mouth and me along with so many friends have saved up diamonds for this. That's just my opinion.
Incredibly disappointed on Inflop for canceling Valko and the launch of him. All of that hyping up just to be fucking thrown away bc of a bunch of toxic crybabies. Words can't even describe how furious I am. Canceling this release does not help solve anything but goes to show the lack of not listening to players who we're actually excited about Valko.
The fans did post an online petition to help bring Valko back since him and his fans deserve so much love!! I'm not so sure if this petition will help a lot but nobody should stay silent after hearing this announcement from the LADs devs.
Here is the link of the petition to sign up for:
Fans urge Infold and PaperGames to restore Valko as a love interest in Love and Deepspace to honor the original vision for the game. Add you
Sincerely and deeply hope that Infold will finally open their eyes and ears and actually listen to all of us fans instead of the unnecessary hate.
Valko, you are not going to be erased as we're making sure to bring you back for all of us fans that love him❤️
I can't believe they cancelled Valko for love and deepspace. I was so deeply looking forward to him. He was perfectly my type and I even made a fic for him. This is so deeply disappointing and upsetting. It goes to show how much deadly power some nasty fans have.
Hey jelly! How about bodyguard levi who gets jealous over his actress girlfriend when she's shooting a kissing scene with her co-star so after she finishes shooting he fucks her passionately to make sure she knows that she's only his 😌😍
Behind Closed Doors
Levi x fem reader
The moment your lips touched your co-star's, Levi felt a twinge rip through his chest. He had seen you kiss co-stars before; it was the nature of your job, and he usually managed to maintain his cold, detached professional distance, but this man was taking the fucking piss. The director had asked for a romantic glance, but the co-star was pulling you in far too close, deepening the kiss and making it miles more passionate than it was ever supposed to be. Levi’s eyes narrowed, his fists clenching so hard inside his suit pockets that his knuckles popped. You were his. How dare this... this... pathetic daytime television hack lay his hands on you like that?
"Cut! Outstanding! Brilliant passion from both of you!" the director yelled, beaming with delight.
As the crew began resetting the lights, you stepped back, politely and sweetly making small talk with your co-star. The man was practically preening, leaning in close and heavily hinting that the chemistry on screen wasn't just acting, that he was developing real feelings for you. He smirked, asking what you had been thinking about to make the scene feel so intensely real.
You didn't hesitate. With a dazzling smile, you proudly said, "Oh, I was just thinking about my handsome boyfriend."
Across the bustling set, the tight line of Levi’s jaw relaxed just a fraction. A faint, possessive surge of satisfaction hummed in his veins at your loyalty, but it didn't completely wash away the bitter taste in his mouth. You had still been touched. You had still been kissed by a man who clearly wanted to slide right into Levi's position.
Oblivious to the storm brewing under his tailored suit, you broke away from the crew and raced straight over to Levi, your face glowing with pride and happiness over the solid day of work you had just delivered. You looked up at him, your eyes sparkling. "How did I do, Levi?"
Levi adjusted his sunglasses, his voice flat. "Good. You did good."
He couldn't deny it; you were an exceptional actor, captivating when the cameras rolled. But your co-star was officially on his black list.
"Tch. The crowd is starting to linger," Levi murmured, his professional instinct masking his growing impatience. "Go to your dressing room. Relax, get changed, and let's head home."
"Sounds perfect," you agreed, leading the way off the bustling soundstage and across the lot to your private, high-end luxury trailer.
The moment you stepped inside, the heavy door clicked shut, cutting off the noise of the studio. Before you could even walk completely into the room, the professional facade Levi had been wearing all afternoon evaporated. He reached back, locking the deadbolt with a sharp clack. He yanked his earpiece out of his ear, tossing it onto a nearby chair, and rushed you.
You were standing right in front of your large vanity mirror, your hands raised as you began carefully peeling off your elaborate, styled wig and wig cap, revealing your natural hair beneath.
Suddenly, a heavy, powerful frame slammed into your back.
Levi caught you off guard, his large hands gripping your waist and pressing your front firmly against the cool, lit glass of the vanity mirror. A sharp gasp left your lips, your body shivering in a mix of surprise and sudden, white-hot thrill as the smooth glass met your skin and his blistering body heat completely enveloped you from behind.
Through the reflection of the mirror, you looked straight into both of his sharp, piercing silver eyes. They were dark with a predatory jealousy, his muscular chest expanding against your back as his breathing turned heavy and ragged.
Levi tilted his head down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck, his teeth giving your sweet flesh a sharp, possessive nip that made your knees buckle. His hands slid down from your waist, gathering up the fabric of your wardrobe and sliding it up your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin with a raw, dominant grip.
"I don't give a fuck what the script says, brat," Levi growled, as he forced your hips back against his heavy, solid length. "Wipe his taste out of your mouth. Remind me exactly who you belong to before I tear this fucking dress off you."
You flipped your hair back over your shoulder, a defiant smile playing on your lips as you locked eyes with his reflection in the mirror. "Come on then, Levi," you challenged softly, your heart hammering. "Show me."
Levi’s grip tightened, his jaw clenching at your brazen tone. Without a single word, his large, calloused hands shoved the fabric of your dress all the way up to your waist, pinning it against your lower back. Before you could even gasp, his heavy palm came down in a sharp, resounding spank right across the soft flesh of your behind.
A sharp cry tore from your throat, the sting instantly turning into a deep, throbbing heat.
"Who do you belong to, brat?" Levi growled against your ear, his voice thick and dangerous as his palm came down again, harder this time, marking your skin with a fierce, possessive rhythm. "Tell me right now."
But the thrill of the chase was too intoxicating. You played the brat, biting your lip and holding back the answer, intentionally tilting your hips away from him with a needy whimper. Levi let out a low, rough growl at your stubbornness, his strikes becoming faster and more intense, punishing your defiance until the overwhelming pleasure and sting finally broke you.
"Levi! Yours, I'm yours!" you cried out, your voice cracking as you sobbed his name into the quiet trailer, completely undone by his dominance.
Satisfied by your breakdown, Levi’s hand slid lower, hooking into the waistband of your silk panties. He pulled them tight and pulled them straight up, stretching the fabric taut so he could see the plush, swollen curves of your pussy lips spilling out on either side of the tight material. He ran his fingers slowly up and down the exposed flesh, his touch deliberate.
"Look at you," Levi rasped, his breathing ragged. "That stupid, fucking hack co-star doesn't get to see you like this. He doesn't get to touch any of this."
With a rough tug, he pulled the panties completely to the side, exposing your slick, glistening centre. He dipped his fingers straight into your heat, his eyes darkening further as he found you completely, utterly dripping.
"Look how soaking wet you are for me," he muttered, a proud, possessive smirk finally breaking on his face as he coated his fingers in your moisture. "You were sitting on that set, letting him kiss you, but you were getting needy for me and only me. Weren't you, brat?"
"Yes... yes, Levi, please," you begged, your hands clutching the edge of the vanity for dear life as your head lolled back against his chest.
Levi didn't answer with words. The sharp, metallic click of his belt unbuckling echoed in the room. He quickly undid his trousers, freeing his thick, rigid length. The blistering heat of his erect cock pressed firmly against your wet skin as he ran the throbbing tip up and down your soaking opening, coating himself in your nectar.
You let out a broken whine, arching your back to meet him, but Levi held you firmly in place, pushing just the very tip of his crown past your tight lips.
He stopped right there, a dark, teasing smile playing on his lips as you began to plead and beg, your hips desperately rolling backwards to try and force him all the way inside. But he wouldn't budge. He kept you hovering right on the agonising edge of fulfilment.
"I need to hear it again, clear," Levi whispered roughly, his fingers digging into your hip bones. "Confirm it for me. Tell me exactly who owns you, or I'm leaving you right on the edge."
"You do! You own me, Levi!" you sobbed, almost frantic with need as tears of frustration pricked your eyes. "I'm yours, I promise... I promise I'll be a good girl for you. Please, just stretch me, please..."
"Good girl," Levi praised.
He didn't give you another second of warning. His hands gripped your waist with a bruising strength, and with one massive, possessive drive of his hips, Levi plunged his thick length inside you, burying himself deep until he hit your absolute core.
A loud, shattered scream was ripped from your throat as he locked into a hard, merciless, and primal rhythm. He drove into you with a fierce jealousy, the heavy, muscular weight of his lower abdomen slapping roughly against your bare bottom with every single punishing thrust, completely taking over your body and marking you.
The impact of his hips sent a heavy tremor right through the vanity. Within seconds, everything sitting on the counter, your expensive makeup palettes, perfume bottles, and brushes, rattled violently before sliding off the edge and crashing onto the floor, some of the glass bottles breaking with a sharp shatter.
Neither of you cared.
Levi’s hand slid up from your shoulder, his fingers wrapping securely around the front of your neck. It wasn't to choke you, but to completely command your posture, his thumb pressing firmly under your jawline to lift your head high.
"Look at yourself in the mirror," Levi commanded, his rough voice panting directly into your ear. "Look at us together, brat. Look at our love. Our passion. Watch what I do to you."
Your eyes fluttered open, forced to stare at the breathless reflection in front of you. You watched in awe as Levi ruthlessly fucked you from behind. Seeing him completely stripped of his usual composure, behaving like a fierce, loving animal consumed by his need for you, was intoxicating. The way his powerful shoulders rolled with every thrust, the way your body burned with an overwhelming, white-hot pleasure, and the way your heavy arousal was running down your thick legs and dripping onto the floorboards was too much for your senses to handle.
The friction pushed you right over the edge. You combusted, a loud, shattered scream echoing through the trailer as you came hard. Your legs shook and bucked wildly against your boyfriend, your inner muscles clamping down around his thick length in a tight, pulsing vice.
Levi let out a growl at the crushing sensation, his teeth gritting as he rode out the wave of your climax.
Before your body could even stop trembling, he suddenly pulled completely out of your soaking warmth. You whimpered at the sudden loss of him, but before you could protest, Levi gripped your waist, turned you completely around to face him, and lifted your frame effortlessly into the air. He sat you right down onto the edge of the vanity, completely ignoring the scattered debris.
He didn't give you a single second to catch your breath. Spreading your legs wide, Levi slammed right back into you, burying his rigid length all the way to the hilt in one deep, breathless stroke.
"Wrap your legs around me. Hold onto me tightly," he ordered roughly, his eyes burning with a dark, insatiable fire as he gripped the back of your thighs.
You obeyed, locking your ankles behind his lower back and clinging to his muscular shoulders for dear life. Satisfied, Levi locked his hands onto your hips and went hard and fast again, his powerful frame driving into you with a relentless, possessive speed that ensured you would never forget exactly who you belonged to.
The glow of your phone screen was the only light illuminating your dark bedroom. It was well past midnight, but sleep eluded you. Your apartment felt too big, too quiet, and far too empty. For the past week, you and Xavier had been testing the waters of living together. It had been seven days of shared mornings, tangled limbs, and Xavier effortlessly falling asleep on your shoulder, your lap, or the sofa.
But the trial week was over. Xavier had gone back to his own apartment last night, and right on cue, he’d been pulled into a gruelling, long-standing mission today.
Your phone buzzed in your hand, a new message popping up.
Xavier: I’m back from the mission. Finally.
You: Welcome back! You must be exhausted. Go get some sleep! 🥱✨
Xavier: I tried. I’ve been staring at the ceiling for an hour. I can’t sleep.
You blinked at the screen. Xavier? The man who could take a nap on a literal park bench during a mid-day stroll couldn't sleep in his own bed?
You: Are you okay? Maybe try drinking some warm milk? Or listening to white noise? You need to rest, Starboy.
Xavier: I know how to rest.
Before you could type a reply asking what he meant, a soft, hesitant knock echoed from your front door.
Your heart skipped a beat. You quickly threw off your blankets, padding softly across the cold floor in your favourite fluffy pyjamas. When you opened the door, your breath hitched.
There stood Xavier. He was dressed in his softest, most comfortable casual clothes, his usually neat blonde hair a bit messy from tossing and turning. He looked defeated, his beautiful eyes heavy with exhaustion as he looked down at you.
"Xavier?" you breathed. "What are you doing here?"
"I tried. I really did," he confessed, his voice a low, raspy velvet that made your chest ache. He stepped a fraction closer, looking at you with such cute vulnerability. "But I can't sleep without you anymore. It's impossible. My apartment... it's too quiet. I need you. Can I please come in?"
Your heart melted. Instead of answering with words, you gently reached out and took his hand. His fingers were slightly cold, but they instantly warmed as you pulled him inside, closing the door against the night.
"Of course you can," you smiled softly, squeezing his hand. "You look frozen. Come on, let's wind down. I'll make us some hot chocolate, and I actually baked some cookies earlier."
Xavier let out a soft, relieved sigh, following you into the kitchen like a faithful shadow. Within a few minutes, the two of you were curled up on the living room couch, the rich aroma of chocolate and vanilla filling the air. Xavier was pressed tightly against your side, his shoulder glued to yours as he held his mug, finally looking like he could breathe again.
As you took a sip of your cocoa, you looked at him sideways, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "You know... if you're going to break into my apartment every time you have a long shift just because you miss your human pillow, maybe this is a clear sign." You nudged him playfully. "Maybe we just need to live together permanently."
Xavier froze for a fraction of a second. Slowly, he leaned forward and placed his mug on the coffee table. Before you could ask what he was doing, his fingers gently wrapped around your mug, setting it down right next to his.
The space between you vanished. Xavier leaned closer, his shadow falling over you as he caged you against the cushions. Your heart began to race, a heat flaring in your chest as his soft gaze locked onto your lips.
"You shouldn't tease me about things like that," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave.
He didn't give you a chance to reply. Xavier leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss that was incredibly sweet, deep, and filled with all the longing of the past twenty-four hours. You melted into him, your hands finding their way into his soft blonde hair. He pulled back just an inch, his breath warm against your skin.
"My little bunny," he whispered against your lips, a breathtakingly tender smile brushing your skin before he kissed you again, deeper this time, making your head spin.
When he finally parted from you, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes shining with a quiet, fierce devotion. He wrapped his arms securely around your waist, pulling you against his chest.
"Can I live with you?" Xavier asked softly, his thumb tracing a soothing circle on your hip. "Your home is such a cosy burrow... and it's perfect for two bunnies in love."
You couldn't help the joyous laugh that bubbled up from your throat. "Yes, Xavier. You can live with me."
He didn't say another word. The sheer relief washed over him so quickly that within seconds of laying his head down on your lap, his breathing evened out into a deep, peaceful rhythm. The impossible nap had finally begun, and as you ran your fingers through his hair, you knew neither of you would ever have to sleep alone again.
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Can you make a oneshot mafia levi × fem!reader when levi was so in love with her but she unfortunately didn't love him back at first and dated someone else but levi couldn't stop loving her. Her boyfriend was abusive towards her and was abusing her verbally and physically that she ran away from him and didn't know were to go but levi and she was severely injured and levi took care of her and wanted to protect her and revenge from her abusive boyfriend then eventually she fell in love with him alot and they confessed to each other.
Can you make it spicy when they confess ? if you're okay with that
The Wrong Kind of Safe
Levi x fem reader
The rain in the city didn't just fall; it punished. It slicked the asphalt, blurred the neon lights of the underground district, and washed away the blood pooling from the fresh cuts on your face.
You stumbled through the gates of the Ackerman estate, your breath coming in ragged, painful gasps. Your vision was swimming, one eye swelling shut from the heavy blow your ‘safe’ boyfriend had delivered before you finally found the strength to smash a lamp over his head and run into the night.
You had spent two years running from Levi. When the city’s most feared mafia Don had first looked at you with those intense, piercing silver eyes, your heart had hammered against your ribs. He was captivating, but he was lethal. He was wrapped in three-piece suits, surrounded by armed guards, and shadowed by rumours of blood and smoke. You had panicked. You told yourself you needed a normal life. A safe life.
So you chose someone ordinary. Someone who worked a regular job, who didn't carry a gun, who seemed soft.
What a cruel joke that had turned out to be. The ordinary man was a monster behind closed doors, a cowardly sadist who used his fists to make himself feel big, isolating you until you felt like nothing. You had fled from the wrong kind of danger. Levi was a predator to the world, yes, but he was a king. And you knew, with certainty, that your ex would never dare step foot onto Ackerman ground. This was the only fortress left.
Your knees finally gave out, bucking beneath your weight. You collapsed onto the cold, wet stone of the estate’s grand porch, a weak cry escaping your lips as unconsciousness threatened to pull you under.
The heavy oak front door flew open.
Through the haze of the downpour, a figure blurred into view. Levi stepped out into the storm, wearing nothing but a dark dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The moment his eyes locked onto your broken, shivering form, the stoic, unreadable mask of the city’s most terrifying Don completely shattered.
"God damn it," Levi rasped.
In a heartbeat, he was down on his knees in the pouring rain. His large, powerful hands, hands that commanded an empire of violence, were suddenly lighter than a feather as they slid beneath your back and knees. He lifted you effortlessly against his chest, pulling you protectively out of the cold.
"I've got you. Open your eyes for me, brat, come on," he muttered fiercely against your hair, his chest heaving as he kicked the front door shut behind him, completely ignoring that the rain was soaking through his expensive clothes. "Furlan! Get the medic kit to my master bedroom right now! Don't make me repeat myself!"
As he carried you up the grand staircase, you weakly tangled your trembling fingers into his damp shirt, burying your face into the warm crook of his neck. He smelled like expensive cologne, leather, and a faint hint of tobacco, a dangerous scent, but right now, it felt like the safest thing in the entire world.
"Levi..." you whimpered, a tear slipping down your bruised cheek. "I'm sorry... I was so wrong..."
"Shh. Don't speak," Levi murmured, his grip tightening around you with a possessive, protective strength. He pressed a warm kiss to the crown of your head as he stepped into his bedroom. "You're safe now. I don't give a fuck about the past. No one is ever going to touch you again. I promise you."
The heavy curtains of his master bedroom were drawn tight, shutting out the storm, but the real sanctuary was the quiet, meticulous way Levi moved around the space.
He didn't let the family medic touch you. He took the medical kit himself, pulling up a leather chair to the edge of his massive bed where you lay propped up against a mountain of pillows. The lethal, terrifying Don who could order a hit with a casual flick of his wrist was gone; in his place was a man treating something so incredibly fragile and precious he was barely breathing.
"Hold still, brat," Levi murmured.
He dipped a clean piece of gauze into warm, antiseptic water. With precision, he reached up, gently tilting your chin to face the soft light of the bedside lamp. Your heart hammered against your ribs, not from fear, but from the sheer, overwhelming weight of his focus. When the damp cotton pressed against the split on your lip, you flinched, a small whimpering sigh escaping you.
Levi paused. A dark, dangerous shadow flickered across his eyes, a silent vow of murder directed at the man who had dared to put these marks on you, but when he looked back at your face, his expression softened completely. He blew a soft, cool breath over your skin to soothe the sting.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his thumb lazily tracing the unbruised line of your jaw. "I'm going to be as gentle as I can. Just look at me."
You did. You looked closely at the sharp line of his undercut, the expensive linen of his shirt, and the absolute devotion burning behind his gaze. For two years, you had convinced yourself that this man’s world was a chaotic, violent hazard. But as he cleaned the cuts on your cheeks, wiped away the dried blood, and carefully wrapped a soft bandage around your sprained wrist, the truth hit you with a sudden, undeniable clarity.
You had run from the wrong kind of danger. Your ex’s violence was cruel, pathetic, and meant to make you feel small. But Levi’s danger? It was an armour. It was a fierce, protective wall meant to shield you from the horrors of the world. He was a monster to the city, but to you, he was a fortress.
"There," Levi said softly, setting the medical supplies aside on the nightstand. He pulled the heavy duvet up to your chin, tucking you in with a domestic tenderness that felt surreal. "The bedroom door is locked from the inside. My men are stationed at every exit of this estate. No one gets in. You sleep, brat. I'll be right here."
You reached out from beneath the covers, your uninjured hand catching the cuff of his sleeve. "Levi... where are you going?"
Levi paused, looking down at your small hand against his arm. A cold, lethal smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, the look of a predator who had just located its prey. His men had already tracked your ex down to a sleazy motel on the edge of the district.
"Just handling some family business," Levi murmured, leaning down to press a warm, lingering kiss against your forehead. "When I get back, you'll never have to look over your shoulder again. Sleep."
It had been three days since the night of the storm. Inside the quiet luxury of Levi’s estate, time seemed to slow down, giving your body and mind the space to finally breathe. The swelling in your face had gone down, the painful bruises colouring your skin had begun to fade into faint yellows, and the constant, trembling terror that had lived under your skin for two years was completely gone.
Your ex was gone, too. Levi had returned a few hours after he left that first night, his clothes clean but his eyes carrying the heavy, absolute calm of a man who had permanently erased a threat. He hadn't given you the grim details, only sitting on the edge of the bed, taking your uninjured hand, and saying, "It’s over. He’s never coming back. You’re mine now, if you'll have me."
Now, on a quiet evening, you were sitting on the edge of the massive bed, wearing one of Levi’s oversized, soft black button-down shirts. The fabric hung loosely over your curves, intoxicatingly scented with his signature scent: leather, rich spice, and safety.
The door clicked open, and Levi walked in. He had discarded his suit jacket and tie, the first few buttons of his dark shirt undone, his undercut slightly messy. The moment his gaze landed on you, your heart did a familiar, heavy flip.
"How is the wrist feeling today, brat?" he asked softly, closing the door behind him.
"It doesn't hurt anymore," you whispered.
You didn't look away from him as he approached. The silence in the room grew thick, charged with days of unspoken tension, gratitude, and a fierce, simmering heat that had been building between you since the moment he carried you inside. As he stood right in front of you, you reached out, your fingers wrapping around his wrists.
"Levi... I need to say it," you breathed, looking up into his piercing eyes. "I was a fool to run from you before. I thought... I thought your world was too dangerous, that you were too dangerous. But I was so wrong. You are the only person who has ever made me feel truly safe. I am so deeply in love with you, Levi. I think I always have been."
Levi froze. For a fraction of a second, the fearsome, unshakeable Don looked completely struck, his breath catching in his chest. Then, a low, rough growl vibrated in his throat.
"Damn it," he rasped, his hand instantly coming up to cup the back of your neck, his fingers tangling into your hair as he tilted your face up. "You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that."
He leaned down and captured your mouth in a kiss that completely obliterated any remaining distance between you. It wasn't gentle like the past few days; it was possessive, hungry, and thick with years of starved devotion. He tasted you deeply, his tongue sliding against yours as a soft whimper escaped your lips. Levi groaned into the kiss, his broad frame pressing you back onto the mattress until he was hovering over you, his thighs framing your hips.
He broke the kiss just enough to look down at you, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with a dark, primal desire. "I'm going to mark you as mine," he whispered roughly against your lips, his hand sliding down your throat, over the soft linen of his shirt, until his palm firmly cupped the heavy, aching curve of your breast. "I'm going to make you forget anyone else ever touched you. Every inch of this beautiful body belongs to me."
"Yes," you gasp out, your hands sliding up his broad shoulders, your core instantly dripping wet and aching for him. "Please, Levi. Make me yours."
Levi’s jaw clenched, a dark, dangerous smirk finally tugging at his lips. He began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, exposing the hard, scarred planes of his chest, never once breaking eye contact with you. He shifted his weight, his rigid, heavy length pressing directly against your thigh through his trousers, promising an absolute, shattering undoing the moment he finally slid inside you.
He leaned down, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of your jawline as his fingers drifted to the hem of your shirt, slowly sliding the fabric up your thighs.
keep writing the levi vampire fanfic 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 I genuinely love it so much I consume it and reread it everyday waiting everyday for a new chapter like a desperate ex (no pressure into posting or anything I just LOVE the levi vampire fanfic)
I am, it's still ongoing that fic. I release a minimum of 1 chapter each weekend.
The elevator ride up to the top floor of the EonCore Tech headquarters felt like it took an eternity. You clutched your tablet tightly against your chest, your heart racing so fast you thought you were going to pass out.
Just an hour ago, your supervisor at the Hunters Association had called you into the main office with baffling news: Chairman Valko personally requested you for a high-priority collaborative research project on Wanderer outlier data. You? A standard admin and data researcher? It didn't make any sense. But looking out the floor-to-ceiling glass windows at the sprawling, hyper-modern city below, reality was sinking in. You were really here.
The doors chimed open, revealing a breathtaking, sleek penthouse office.
"Ah. You’ve arrived."
A deep, rich voice cut through the quiet, and your breath hitched. Standing by a massive desk was Chairman Valko. The promotional holograms didn't do him justice. He was so tall and massive, easily 6'2", with broad shoulders that filled out his expensive, tailored suit perfectly. He wore a pair of sharp, silver-rimmed reading glasses that gave him an air of intellect.
But as he stepped closer, your eyes darted to his mouth. When he offered a faint, polite greeting, you caught a glimpse of them: slightly elongated, incredibly sharp canines on both the top and bottom rows. They were undeniably dangerous, yet oddly adorable.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice," Valko said, his voice smooth and velvety. He stopped just inches away from you. Up close, the sheer size of him was overwhelming, casting a warm shadow over you. He smelled incredible, like expensive cedarwood, rain, and a faint, untamed hint of something wild and electric.
Before you could stammer out a professional reply, he reached out, his large, warm hand gently engulfing yours. He didn't shake it. Instead, he bowed his head slightly, lifting your knuckles to his lips.
But the moment his lips brushed your skin, he paused.
You watched in confusion as his eyelids fluttered. Valko closed his eyes, tilting his head just a little, and took a deep breath, openly sniffing the pulse point at your wrist. His chest expanded, a low, rumbling sound vibrating deep within his throat, like a lock clicking into place.
The sensation of his warm breath and his sharp nose tickling your skin was too much. A small giggle bubbled out of you.
Valko’s eyes snapped open. The cool, detached demeanour of a billionaire CEO cracked. A breathtaking cheeky smile spread across his face, his sharp fangs fully on display. To him, your giggle was the most beautiful music he had ever heard. The instinct inside him howled with absolute certainty: Found you. Mate.
"My apologies," he murmured, his thumb gently smoothing over the back of your hand, completely unwilling to let you go. "Your...energy is quite captivating."
Valko gently guided you over to a sleek, state-of-the-art workstation that had been set up right next to his. As you took your seat, his hand slid to the small of your back. Even through the fabric of your clothes, his palm felt incredibly hot, radiating a soothing, grounding warmth that chased away your lingering nerves. He lingered there for a long moment, completely intoxicated by how comforting your presence felt against his side, before reluctantly pulling away to get to work.
"Let's get you caught up on what EonCore has uncovered so far," he said, a spark of genuine excitement lighting up his eyes.
He shed his pristine suit jacket, tossing it over the back of his chair, and slipped into the crisp white lab coat you recognised from his public profiles. The change was instant; he looked less like a distant board chairman and more like a brilliant, hyper-focused scientist.
For the next hour, Valko was a whirlwind of energy. He pulled his rolling chair right up against yours, discarding all sense of corporate personal space. He leaned over your shoulder to point at complex holographic charts, his deep voice washing over you as he broke down data with a level of genius you had never encountered at the Association. He provided more information, more hidden patterns, and more profound insights into Wanderer outliers than you could have possibly imagined in your entire career. He was beautifully brilliant.
When he finally paused to take a breath, tapping a finger against his silver glasses, you couldn't help but feel in awe of him, you just had to say something.
"Valko... this is absolutely incredible," you breathed, turning in your seat to look at him with wide, admiring eyes. "The sheer depth of your research... You are so incredibly smart. The Association has been looking at this all wrong, but your data changes everything. Your hard work is just amazing."
Valko froze.
The high-and-mighty Chairman, the fierce leader of a hidden clan stopped breathing. Your soft praise hit his chest like a wave of pure, bright euphoria. His heart thudded wildly, and before he could suppress his inner wolf's sheer, dizzying happiness, poof.
Two large, incredibly plush wolf ears suddenly snapped into existence right through his hair, twitching nervously before pinning back in an attempt to look innocent.
You blinked, completely freezing as you stared up at the top of his head. The glasses, the lab coat, the billionaire title and now, a pair of undeniably soft, twitching wolf ears.
A handsome wicked smirk spread across Valko’s face when he noticed where your eyes were locked. He didn't try to hide them. In fact, his inner wolf was begging for it. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, rumbling purr.
"Do you want to touch them?" he murmured, his gaze dark and heavy with a desperate, unspoken plea: Please touch me. Let me be close to you.
"Yes," you whispered, the word leaving your lips before you could even think to be professional.
Slowly, you raised your hands, your fingers sinking into the thick, impossibly soft fur right at the base of his ears. The moment you gently rubbed the velvet tips and began to scratch right behind his ears, a low, rumbling sound vibrated from deep within Valko's chest. His eyes fluttered shut, his shoulders completely dropping as he leaned his massive frame heavily into your touch, defeated by how good it felt. You were in love with how adorable they were, and Valko was putty in his mate's hands.
Valko let out a soft, breathy groan as your fingers kept up the steady, gentle scratching behind his ears. He completely abandoned his rolling chair, shifting his massive frame forward until he was practically in your lap. He leaned down, burying his face directly into the crook of your neck.
The heat radiating off his body was incredible, and you gasped softly as his sharp nose began to nuzzle against your sensitive skin. He took a deep, shaky breath, inhaling your scent directly from your pulse point, completely marking you as his in his mind.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
A heavy, rhythmic sound began to echo through the quiet, high-tech office. Intrigued, you kept your hands gently buried in his soft wolf ears and peeked over his broad shoulder.
Right there, brushing against his immaculate white lab coat, was a thick, incredibly fluffy wolf tail. It was wagging so hard and so fast that it was repeatedly smacking against the side of his sleek leather office chair. The fierce, intimidating Chairman of EonCore Tech was overjoyed.
Valko nuzzled your neck one last time, a low, contented growl vibrating against your skin before he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. His silver glasses were slightly askew, his plush ears were still contentedly twitched forward, and that breathtaking, fanged smile was stretched across his face.
"I have a feeling," Valko murmured, his deep voice thick with affection as his thumb gently stroked your cheek, "that I am going to thoroughly enjoy working with you."
I know I've been a attack on titan blog since I started, but I have so many other fandoms I love and have been tempted to write for, but my love for Levi over powered hahaha
However, I really adore love and deepspace and I'm sure you've all seen me reblogging a series by my incredibly talented friend @ladycheesington ! Please, please check out her AOT art and her incredible Sylus series. Well, I have some random oneshot ideas I wanna make for that fandom.
This doesn't mean I'll stop with Levi and AOT. I will be a main for them and take requests for that only. This is just very rare random oneshots of LaDS I wanna fire out.
I'm posting this message cause I don't want people to think I'm leaving the fandom or Levi, this will never ever ever ever happen. I have too many ideas for Levi and too much love for him. Hell, I'm getting him tattooed on me on the 10th July!
I just hope everyone sticks around and you don't have to like my LaDS works that rarely and randomly appear 💕 they're just there for fun for me.
Thank you. And I am so fucking blessed to have you all here 💕
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In this Chapter - you enjoy the local festival before being passionate with Levi until the sun rises in a beautiful inn bedroom. Levi works with family and friends to plot a way to combat the new issues, soon after he gets playful with you.
Part 8 and Part 9
The bright morning sun streamed through the dining room windows, illuminating a scene of awkwardness.
At the head of the long wooden table sat your parents, looking perfectly pleasant. On one side sat your older brother and sister, completely frozen with their forks halfway to their mouths. And right across from them, sitting comfortably in a dining chair directly next to you, was Count Levi Ackerman. He looked perfectly pristine, sipping a cup of black tea with his signature claw-like grip on the rim, unbothered by the fact that he was currently under a heavy family interrogation.
The silence was deafening. Every single member of your family was staring at Levi, mainly wondering how on earth an entire high-ranking vampire warlord had managed to bypass the newly installed mansion security, sneak up to the second floor, and appear at the breakfast table without a single soul hearing him.
"More blood tea, Count Ackerman?" your mother asked cheerfully, breaking the ice with a lovely smile as she passed the pot.
"Thank you, ma'am. Please, call me Levi," he replied.
Your father leaned forward, his eyes bright with interest. "I must say, Levi, the market investments your estate managers suggested have been performing miraculously. I was actually hoping to get your advice on the upcoming autumn timber trade routes..."
As Levi calmly engaged your father in a highly sophisticated, brilliant conversation about continental trading laws, your siblings were on the other side of the table, glaring daggers. Your brother was squinting so hard his eyes were practically shut, while your sister was aggressively buttering a piece of toast as it had personally insulted her.
Finally, your brother couldn't hold it in any longer. He dropped his fork with a loud clatter. "Okay, I have to say it. Count Ackerman... how exactly did you get into the house? Because I personally locked the front gates, the front doors, and the back conservatory last night."
Levi slowly lowered his tea, his eyes flicking over to your brother with a perfectly calm, stone-faced expression. "The lock on your eastern garden balcony is a simple double-latch system. It takes less than three seconds to bypass."
Your sister let out a dramatic gasp, pointing her butter knife directly at him. "I knew it! You didn't just arrive this morning! You're a literal possessive stalker husband!"
Instead of letting Levi get defensive, you giggled warmly and leaned your frame right against his shoulder, wrapping your arms securely around his bicep.
"He absolutely is," you declared proudly, hugging his side tightly as you looked across the table at your gaping siblings. "And that is exactly what makes him so cute and adorable! I love that he’s a bit possessive and protective of me. Honestly, if he wasn't that way, I could have gotten seriously hurt at the council trial. His instincts keep me safe. Besides, I let him in last night, and he didn’t break in. So, relax."
Hearing his beautiful bunny queen publicly defend his yandere tendencies made a soft blush touch Levi’s sharp cheekbones. He subtly shifted his arm, wrapping it tightly around your waist beneath the table, pulling you even closer to his side as a surge of smug satisfaction washed over him.
Your brother and sister exchanged a long look. The devotion in Levi's eyes when he looked down at your face was undeniable. Your brother sighed, his glare completely melting away into a soft, appreciative smile.
"Well... when you put it that way," your brother mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Thanks for looking out for our sister, man. We appreciate you keeping her safe."
"Yeah, yeah," your sister teased, rolling her eyes affectionately. "Thanks for being a terrifying bodyguard, brother-in-law."
The tension in the room vanished, replaced by the warm, chaotic chatter of your loving family. Your brother and sister started bickering about what they were going to eat at the upcoming event, before your sister suddenly stopped, turning her gaze back to the vampire Count.
"Hey, Levi," she said, leaning her elbows on the table with a genuine grin. "We’re all heading to the local autumn festival in town this weekend. It’s a little tradition, nothing fancy like your noble balls... but do you want to come with us?"
Levi paused, looking from your sister to your smiling parents, and finally down at your bright, hopeful eyes. The thought of walking through a crowded human festival usually sounded like a chore to him, but looking at his beautiful wife, he knew there was nowhere else he’d rather be.
"I would be honoured," Levi replied softly, his grip on your hip tightening possessively. "As long as I am sitting next to my wife on the carriage."
Your brother laughed loudly, shaking his head. "Deal!"
The autumn air was crisp and smelled deliciously of roasting chestnuts, fried dough, and woodsmoke as your family arrived at the bustling town square. For the occasion, Levi had actually agreed to ditch his heavy, imposing noble cravats and dark velvet coats. Instead, he wore a pair of dark trousers and a soft, form-fitting knit sweater that made his pale skin and sculpted chest look incredibly handsome. He looked relaxed, and the best part of the entire afternoon was that he held your hand tightly the entire time, his large thumb rhythmically stroking the back of your knuckles as you walked through the falling red leaves.
It didn't take long for the competitive chaos to begin.
The moment your family reached the game rows, your brother immediately pointed a challenging finger at the vampire Count. "Alright, Ackerman. Let's see if those high-and-mighty reflexes can handle a simple ring-toss. Whoever wins gets to carry the star bunny's festival treats!"
Levi’s silver-blue eyes flashed with an amused, dangerous smirk. "You're outmatched, boy."
Levi won the first three games so easily that it wasn't even fair. Using his supernatural precision, he effortlessly tossed rings onto bottles and hit targets dead-centre, quickly amassing a small mountain of fluffy stuffed rabbits, plush bears, and sweet candied apples that he proudly piled into your arms.
But as they moved to a heavy-striker strength game, Levi noticed how hard your brother was trying, his face red as he swung the mallet with everything he had, desperately wanting to impress his family. Smiling faintly, Levi subtly held back his vampire strength on his next turn, intentionally letting the bell chime just a bit lower.
Your brother blinked, looking over at Levi. He knew the ancient vampire had let him win, but as you and your sister let out a massive, ecstatic cheer, running over to hug your brother and thank him for winning a beautifully carved wooden hairpiece, a look of profound appreciation crossed your brother's face. He gave Levi a subtle, respectful nod, deeply touched that the intense Count was willing to swallow his pride just to make your family happy.
While you and your sister got distracted by a particularly vibrant, bustling booth a few yards away, your brother and Levi stepped off to the side, walking along the gravel path together to give you two some space.
"Hey, look at her go," your brother murmured, nodding toward the booth you were currently hovering over.
It was a cute crafting stall that helped people make handmade tokens for their partners or family. Levi stood perfectly still, his eyes locked on your curvy frame as you worked diligently at the table. Your hair fell over your shoulder as you focused intensely, your tongue peeking out slightly as you carefully twisted strips of dark, pretty leather together, embedding a radiant, polished moonstone directly into the centre. It was blatantly obvious you were making a custom leather bracelet, and your eyes kept darting back to Levi's wrist to check the sizing from afar.
Watching you work so hard just to make something for him sent a wave of intoxicating warmth straight into Levi's chest.
"She really loves you, you know," your brother spoke up, his voice dropping into a serious tone as he initiated a real heart-to-heart. He crossed his arms, staring at the gravel. "When she first left for the arranged marriage, we were terrified. We thought she'd be a political pawn, or worse, miserable. But seeing her with you... seeing how she defends you... I can tell you're her whole world."
Levi ripped his gaze away from you for a moment, looking directly at your brother. The fierce, yandere intensity in his eyes softened into something incredibly sincere and absolute.
"She is my world, too," Levi reassured him, his rough voice ringing with unbreakable truth. "I am deeply, madly in love with your sister. She is safe, fiercely adored, and I will tear down the kingdom before I let anyone lay a malicious finger on her again. You never have to worry about her security while I draw breath."
Levi stepped a bit closer, placing a strong, firm hand on your brother's shoulder, a smirk tugging at his lips. "And besides... we've already discussed our future. You're going to be an uncle someday. So, getting along with me is highly necessary if you want to visit the little star bunnies."
Your brother let out a loud, booming laugh, a massive grin breaking across his face as he clapped Levi’s back, the final walls of tension between them shattering completely. "An uncle, huh? Deal. You've got yourself a brother-in-law, Ackerman."
"Levi!" your voice suddenly called out happily from the stall.
Both men turned to see you running toward them, your sister trailing behind you with a grin. Your face was flushed and beautiful from the autumn chill, and your hands were hidden behind your back as you bounced on your heels in front of your husband, ready to show him the piece of your heart you had just crafted under the autumn sun.
Your sister proudly stepped up first, sliding a beautifully braided leather band onto your brother’s wrist. He grinned, immediately admiring her handiwork and giving her a playful nuggie on the head.
Then, it was your turn. You reached out, gently taking Levi’s large, warm hand and pulling his wrist forward. With a soft, slightly shy smile, you carefully fastened the twisted leather bracelet you had worked so hard on. The rich, dark leather contrasted perfectly with his pale skin, and right in the centre, the polished moonstone shimmered beautifully under the autumn sun, expertly shaped like a perfect little star.
Levi stared down at his wrist, his eyes going wide with adoration. He traced the smooth star-shaped stone with his thumb, his undead heart practically bursting.
"It's perfect, my sweet star bunny," Levi murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he leaned down to press a deep, lingering kiss to your lips right in front of your family, unbothered by your brother's fake gagging in the background. "Thank you. I will never take it off."
Your sister giggled, crossing her arms as she looked between the two of you. "Hey, the best part of the festival happens after dark, they light up the whole square with paper lanterns and have a massive bonfire. You and Levi should absolutely stay for the full festival! The thing is, our parents are getting tired, so my brother and I are taking them back early."
She winked subtly at Levi, giving him a knowing look. "Since you two will be staying out late, you should just book a room at the local town inn for the night. That way, you won't wake anyone up when you get back to the house."
You blinked, completely confused. You tilted your head and looked at her innocently. "Wake anyone up? But Levi snuck into our home last night, and none of you heard a single—"
Before you could finish that sentence, Levi quickly placed a firm, protective hand on your waist, subtly pulling your curvy frame flush against his side to cut you off. Unlike you, Levi's sharp mind immediately caught onto exactly what your sister was doing. She was being a spectacular wingwoman, deliberately giving the two of you a chance to have a cute, deeply romantic date night alone, free from the chaotic eyes of your family.
"That sounds like an excellent logistical plan," Levi spoke up smoothly, a faint, appreciative smirk playing on his lips as he looked at your sister. "We will find an inn."
"Perfect!" your sister cheered. She turned on her heel, grabbing your brother's arm to drag him toward where your parents were waiting by the family carriage. She paused, looking back over her shoulder with a mischievous grin, and shouted at the top of her lungs across the path: "Have fun tonight, you two! And Levi, I'm looking forward to being an aunt sooner rather than later!"
Your face heated up, and you buried your burning cheeks straight into Levi’s chest. Levi let out a chuckle, his powerful arm wrapping tightly around your waist as he watched your family drive away. He leaned down, his fangs gently grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered, "Well, star bunny... You heard your sister. Let's go find our room."
You peeked up from the safety of his chest, your face still burning as you playfully swatted his shoulder. "Not yet, Count Ackerman! My sister is getting ahead of herself. First, we should have some more fun at the festival. Look over there, they're starting the music!"
Across the cobblestone square, the autumn night had officially come alive. Strands of glowing paper lanterns flickered to life, casting a warm, golden canopy over the crowd, and a lively folk band began to strum their lutes and beat their drums.
"Do you...want to dance?" you asked, looking up at him hopefully.
"With you? Always," Levi murmured, his eyes burning with adoration.
He took your hand and pulled you right into the centre of the open dance floor. Levi paused for a split second, his noble upbringing preparing him for rigid, synchronised ballroom waltzes and learned courtly steps. But as he looked around, he saw the local townspeople just letting loose, laughing, swaying, and bouncing around to the energetic rhythm without a single care in the world.
A brilliant smile broke across Levi's handsome face. "No rules tonight, then," he whispered.
He gripped both of your hands tightly, pulling you into his space and moving with the music. He danced around the square with you, his movements surprisingly fluid and full of a lighthearted energy you had never seen from him before. He spun you outward, your hair whipping through the crisp night air, before pulling you right back against his chest.
With a low, breathless laugh, Levi wrapped his powerful arms around your waist and effortlessly lifted your curvy body straight into the air, spinning you around under the golden lanterns. You let out a delighted squeal, your arms wrapping around his neck as your laughter echoed over the music. Seeing you so happy, so vibrant, and completely free of the council's lingering shadows made Levi’s undead heart swell with an overwhelming joy. He couldn't stop smiling.
After working up an appetite on the dance floor, Levi guided you away from the noisy crowd, wanting to treat his queen to a private, romantic dinner. He had the innkeepers set up a secluded, beautiful little table right by the edge of the rushing town river.
The setting was absolutely magical. A single, thick candle flickered in the centre of the table, casting a soft, dancing glow over the rich, hearty autumn stews, roasted root vegetables, and freshly baked bread they had prepared for you. The cool river breeze rustled the orange leaves above, but the warmth of the candle and Levi's proximity kept you perfectly cosy.
You sat close together, the gentle rushing of the water providing a soothing melody to your evening.
"You are a spectacular dancer, by the way," you teased, taking a bite of the delicious food.
"Only when my partner is a beautiful star bunny," Levi replied smoothly.
Throughout the entire dinner, he refused to let go of you completely. Even while eating, his left hand remained firmly clasped around your right hand on the tabletop, his thumb continuously tracing soft, reassuring circles over your skin. You talked about everything and nothing, laughing about your brother's terrible ring-toss skills, admiring the way the candlelight reflected off the star-shaped moonstone on his wrist, and simply basking in the beautiful foundation of love you were building together, one perfect moment at a time.
The dinner had been absolutely perfect, but as the candle melted down to its base, the crisp autumn chill began to settle into your bones. Levi immediately noticed the slight shiver in your shoulders. He stood up, wrapping his arm securely around your waist, and guided you along a beautiful, winding stone path that ran parallel to the rushing river.
The path was illuminated by soft, hanging fairy lights strung from the weeping willow branches above, casting a warm, magical glow over your hair and the fallen orange leaves. Walking hand-in-hand in the quiet night, listening to the gentle lap of the water, felt like stepping into a fairytale.
Eventually, the path led to a stunning, historic stone inn nestled right on the riverbank. It was draped in ivy and glowing with welcoming, amber light from the windows. Levi led you inside. With a flick of a gold coin, he paid for the absolute best suite in the house.
He guided you up a private winding staircase to the top floor, unlocking a heavy oak door. When you stepped inside, your breath caught in your throat.
The room was magnificent. A massive wall of windows offered a breathtaking, panoramic view of the moonlit river and the dark, whispering autumn forests stretching into the horizon. But the most stunning feature was a beautiful glass ceiling built directly over a cosy, plush sitting area, allowing the silver moonlight and the stars to rain down into the room.
Levi closed the door, locking it with a firm click, before turning his sharp silver-blue eyes to your curvy frame. He walked up behind you, his hands resting on your hips as he looked out at the stars.
"Do you want me to draw you a bath, my sweet star?" Levi asked. "To warm you up?"
Instead of answering, you gave him a captivating smile. You reached up, pulling the pins from your hair, letting the silken strands cascade over your shoulders like a waterfall. Then, looking him dead in the eye through the silver moonlight, your fingers found the ties of your dress.
With a soft rustle of fabric, you let the dress slide completely off your body, pooling into a neat, heavy ring right around your feet, leaving you standing before him in just your delicate undergarments.
Levi froze. His breath hitched sharply, his eyes instantly blowing wide with a dark, primal intensity as he stared down at the fabric crumpled around your ankles. The raw, yandere possessiveness that he had been tightly controlling all day flared to life, his nostrils flaring as his gaze slowly tracked back up your voluptuous hips, your waist, and your beautiful, radiant face.
A low, dangerous growl rumbled deep in his chest.
"Message received," Levi rasped.
In one breathless movement, he gripped the collar of his knit sweater and yanked it completely over his head, discarding it to the floor. Before you could even blink, his powerful, naked torso clashed against yours. Levi tackled you backwards onto the sofa directly beneath the glass ceiling, pinning you beneath his solid weight.
He captured your lips in an explosion of white-hot, consuming passion, kissing you with a desperate fervour that made the world dissolve around you. His hands tangled into your hair, anchoring you to him as the starlight rained down over your skin, completely ready to show his beautiful bunny queen exactly how much he had craved her all night.
The heat radiating off Levi’s naked chest was intoxicating, a contrast to the crisp autumn air pressing against the glass ceiling above. Being pinned beneath his heavy, powerful frame on the sofa made your breath hitch, your heart hammering as his mouth devoured yours. This wasn’t just a regular kiss; it was a desperate, consuming claim, his tongue tangling with yours in a slick, heavy rhythm that sent a white-hot spark straight to your core.
"Star... God, my sweet star," Levi groaned against your lips.
His large hands slid down the column of your neck, mapping the soft curves of your body with a fierce, trembling urgency. When his thumbs grazed your curvy hips, your blooming vessel markings flared beneath your skin, pulsing with a deep, radiant warmth that answered his touch perfectly. Your magic was begging for him.
Levi pulled back just an inch, his eyes dark, blown out with vampire desire. His nostrils flared as he inhaled your scent, which had grown impossibly sweet, rich, and heavy in the small room.
Suddenly, his gaze dropped to your midsection, his sharp features freezing as a heavy realisation struck him. His chest heaved against yours.
"The tea..." Levi choked out, his grip tightening on your hips until it was borderline bruised. He looked up, his eyes burning with a primal, possessive intensity. "You didn't take the contraceptive brew before we left the estate. You haven't had it in weeks."
You leaned up, your hair cascading over the cushions as you wrapped your thick, shapely legs firmly around his waist, pulling his heavy lower half flush against your aching core. "I don't want it anymore, Levi," you whispered breathlessly, your eyes heavy-lidded with desire. "I want to try. I want your little star."
An almost animalistic growl tore from deep within Levi’s chest. The knowledge that he could completely claim you, that his ancient, powerful essence could take root inside your voluptuous, fertile body without anything holding him back, completely shattered the last of his noble restraint. His inner yandere king took total control. He didn't want to be gentle. He wanted to claim his queen.
"You're mine," he rasped, his fangs dropping, glinting sharp and dangerous under the silver starlight. "You are completely mine to fill, little bunny."
In one swift motion, he hooked his hands under your thick, soft thighs, pinning your knees up near your chest to completely open you to him. He didn't waste another second. With a heavy, desperate thrust, Levi buried his length into your tight, dripping heat all at once.
"Ah—! Levi!" you cried out, a loud, breathless gasp echoing off the glass ceiling as your back arched off the sofa.
The sheer fullness of him filled you to the absolute brim, stretching you beautifully and sending a wave of pure, paralysing ecstasy straight through your veins. He didn't give you time to adjust. Driven mad by the raw scent of your fertility and your magic purring against his skin, Levi began to drive into you with a hard, relentless, and unforgiving pace.
Slap, slap, slap.
The heavy, primal sound of his hips crashing against your full, curvy bottom filled the quiet room. Levi was completely feral, his powerful back muscles flexing under the starlight as he pounded deep inside you, deeply against your cervix with every single brutal, passionate stroke. He leaned down, burying his face in your neck, his sharp fangs sinking deep enough into your soft skin to draw a tiny bead of blood, drinking you in while he claimed your body from the inside out.
"Levi... please... more..." you sobbed out, your fingers clawing at his sculpted shoulders as the intense friction built a blinding, unbearable tension deep in your stomach.
"I'm giving you everything, star. Every single drop," Levi growled, his voice vibrating through your very bones. He didn't slow his pace; instead, he drove deeper, finding that perfect, aching spot that made your vision go white.
The friction was agonisingly perfect. Every time he plunged fully in you, you felt your blooming vessel magic reacting, drawing his essence into you like a thirsty desert. The pleasure spiked until you felt like you were shattering. "Levi—now! Please!"
Your hips bucked, and a wave of pure, concentrated bliss tore through you, your internal muscles clenching around him in a desperate dance. That was the trigger he had been waiting for. With a feral, broken moan, Levi thrust into you one final, crushing time, holding you pinned against the cushions as he let go. He spent everything, his body shuddering violently as he marked you from the inside out, his warmth flooding your system, syncing his ancient pulse with your own.
He stayed there for a long time, his forehead pressed against yours, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his hands still firmly on your hips as if afraid you might vanish into the moonlight.
"I've got you," he whispered, his voice still ragged. "I'm not going anywhere."
When he finally pulled back, he didn't leave you. He shifted, his movements fluid and predatory, dragging your heavy, post-climax body up so you were straddling his lap, facing him. The moonlight hit your skin, making you glow, and his silver-blue eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, dishevelled, flushed, and completely his.
He reached out, his thumb tracing the slightly swollen line of your bottom lip before trailing down your neck to your chest. "You think we're finished, bunny?" he teased. "We have all night, and I have every intention of making sure you're properly claimed."
He lifted you, your thighs sliding against his, and repositioned you so you were leaning forward, your hands braced against the glass ceiling's ledge, arching your back to give him the perfect view. He knelt behind you, his hands gripping your waist with possessive, firm intent.
"Levi..." you gasped, the position making you feel incredibly exposed, yet thrillingly safe.
"Look at the stars," he commanded softly, his breath hot against your shoulder as he began to slide into you again, slow, deep, and agonisingly deliberate. He didn't rush this time. He moved with a calculated, steady rhythm, taking his time to stretch you, to worship every inch of your curves, and to ensure that his mark was left deep within you.
Every time he pulled back and slid in, he would press a trail of heated kisses along your spine, his hands mapping the curve of your waist, his fangs gently scraping the sensitive skin of your shoulder. He was testing your limits, making sure that each time he drove home, you were fully aware of exactly whose you were.
The night stretched on, shifting through phases of frantic, desperate passion and slow, indulgent worship. You lost count of how many times you reached the edge, only for Levi to hold you back, keeping you on that knife's edge of pleasure until you were sobbing his name, begging him to finish it.
Every time he repositioned you, moving you from the sofa to the soft rug to the edge of the bed, he made sure he was doing it with the singular focus of a man who was building a life, a future, and a legacy inside of you.
"You're making me so happy," he whispered against your skin during a quiet, slow moment, his hands splayed across your stomach, feeling the slight weight of his efforts. "I feel you blooming, star. I feel our connection growing stronger with every pulse."
You drifted in and out of consciousness, caught in a haze of his scent, his touch, and the overwhelming feeling of being the only person in the universe that mattered to the King of the Night. It was a long, beautiful, exhausting night, and by the time the first faint light of dawn began to touch the forest outside, you were completely claimed.
The room was bathed in the soft, ethereal light of dawn. Gold and pale pink hues bled through the glass ceiling, casting a breathtaking glow over your hair and your spent, flushed skin. You were right on the very edge of sanity, your body a beautiful, trembling mess of raw sensation. Levi had loved you ruthlessly all night long, proving the true, terrifying stamina of an ancient vampire. He could easily keep going, his pale, sculpted body still glistening with a light sheen of sweat, but as he looked up at the rising sun, he decided this was the perfect moment for the final crescendo.
For this last position, he had you resting on your back at the edge of the bed, your legs draped over his broad shoulders to open your frame to him completely.
Levi leaned over you, showering your face, your neck, and your chest with deep, worshipful kisses. His hands were everywhere, mapping your soft curves with a desperate hold.
"I love you so much, star bunny," Levi murmured against your lips, his voice a gravelly, raw whisper of pure devotion. "You are my absolute world. My perfect, beautiful queen."
As he drove into you with a final, slow, and deep rhythm, his large hand slid down between your bodies. His thumb found your swollen clit, rubbing it with a masterful, teasing pressure that perfectly matched the heavy friction of his thrusts.
The dual stimulation was too much for your over-sensitised body to handle. Your eyes rolled back as a devastating, body-shaking orgasm ripped through your pelvis, your internal muscles clamping around his length in a frantic, suffocating grip. Levi let out a rough moan, his eyes turning entirely black with desire as your climax triggered his own. He drove himself into you as deeply as humanly possible, holding his heavy hips flush against yours as he came again, dumping yet another massive, burning, and heavy load deep into your womb as the sun officially broke over the horizon.
When he finally stilled, the sheer volume of what he had poured into you all night long made your lower belly feel slightly heavy and full, your pelvis tilted up from the mattress.
Levi collapsed over you with a heavy sigh, burying his face in your neck. He wrapped his powerful arms tightly around you, covering your tear-stained cheeks and soft skin in a flurry of gentle, apologetic kisses.
"No more, my beautiful star," Levi rasped, his voice thick with protective instinct. "No more. You can't take any more."
"Mmm... Levi... please..." you mumbled deliriously, your mind completely hazy from the pleasure as you weakly tried to tilt your hips up against his, pleading for more. "More..."
Levi let out a soft, tender chuckle, kissing the tip of your nose. "No, little bunny. Not this time. You are so deeply tired, your body is shaking. I promise we will have many more nights like this, but for now, you have to settle for the mountains of loads I've left inside you."
You let out a soft, pouty whine, your eyelids feeling impossibly heavy as sleep desperately tried to claim you. You reached down, weakly clutching at his hips. "Don't... don't let a single drop out of me, Levi... keep it all inside..."
Levi’s silver-blue eyes softened with a possessive pride at your request. As his length slowly went soft inside your dripping heat, he intentionally kept himself buried deep within you, using his soft cock as a perfect plug to ensure every single drop of his life force remained sealed inside your womb.
"I won't let a drop out, I promise," Levi whispered lovingly, pulling the thick, warm quilts up over both of your naked bodies and holding you securely against his chest. He kissed your forehead as your eyes finally slipped shut. "But after we rest, you need a warm bath with me to clean those sticky thighs. Agree?"
"I promise..." you mumbled into his chest, your voice trailing off into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Levi smiled, wrapping his arms even tighter around his queen, completely content to stay plugged inside his star bunny as the autumn sun filled their private sanctuary.
The familiar scent of cedar, old parchment, and black tea filled your senses as you drifted in a state of warm, peaceful slumber. You were back at the Ackerman estate, curled up sideways on the large sofa in Levi’s private study. Wrapped in one of his heavy, plush travelling cloaks, your hair was spilt messily over the cushions, and your body still felt wonderfully heavy, filled with the lingering warmth of your husband’s love from the night before.
Across the room, the soft scratching of a quill suddenly paused.
"The physical evidence is undeniable, Levi," a deep, rumbling voice spoke quietly, keeping low so as not to wake you.
It was Mike Zacharias. He was sitting in the leather chair on the opposite side of the desk, looking exhausted but focused. He slid a small, velvet-lined wooden case across the desk toward the Count. Inside rested a few small glass vials filled with a clear, shimmering liquid.
"I managed to fully investigate this mysterious woman the council tried to plant," Mike explained, leaning forward. "Her 'charm' isn't just natural elegance, it’s a highly sophisticated, synthesised vocal thrall. A form of auditory magic designed to make the target dazed and compliant. Luckily, my team managed to isolate the frequency and create an antidote to her charms."
Levi picked up one of the vials, his eyes narrowing into cold slits as he inspected the liquid. The brand-new twisted leather bracelet with the star moonstone gleamed prominently on his wrist as he turned the glass.
"Give a dose to every single guard, servant, and staff member on these grounds immediately," Levi commanded. "I won't have my home compromised. Thank you, Mike. Exceptional work."
"Already on it," Mike nodded, crossing his sturdy arms. "As for her actual plan... it was remarkably simple, yet dangerous. She was sent strictly to seduce you, Levi. The council believed that if they could break your resolve with a new, delicate mistress, it would open the floodgates. Prescilla and Elara still adore you and are desperate to be yours. The council's logic was that if you said yes to this new woman, you would eventually accept Prescilla and Elara into your household as well."
Levi let out a frustrated hiss, pinching the bridge of his nose as pure aggravation radiated off his pale features.
"It’s infuriating," Levi muttered, his jaw clenching so hard a fang faintly grazed his lip. "I have made it explicitly clear to the entire high court that my wife is the love of my life. It is only ever going to be her. I have zero desire for anyone else. Yet it seems these two women refuse to listen to a damn word I say."
Mike offered an understanding grunt, his expression softening as he glanced over at you sleeping on the sofa. "Sometimes people fixate on an ideal, Levi. They see the title of the Ackerman Warlord, and nothing, not even reality, can change their delusion. But you don't need to stress over them right now. I’ll keep a personal eye on Prescilla and Elara, and Erwin is already assisting behind the scenes to legally dismantle their influence. Furthermore, your parents are currently at the capital sorting out the council issues directly."
Levi sighed, a fraction of the tension leaving his shoulders. "I'll extend my gratitude to my mother and father when they return. But they aren't the only threat."
Levi leaned back in his chair, his fingers idly tracing the moonstone star on his wrist as his eyes darkened with a deeper, more calculated worry. "I am deeply concerned about the Dupré family. Magenta Dupré, Cedric’s mother, has been Kuchel’s bitter rival for decades. She will always be a venomous issue, looking for a vulnerability to strike."
"And what of her son?" Mike asked quietly.
"I don't trust Cedric Dupré. Not for a single second," Levi admitted. "He went from being a slimy, opportunistic bastard who openly used Prescilla for political leverage, to suddenly acting like a grand, chivalrous hero who protected my wife during the trial. The shift is too clean. It’s unnatural. He is up to something, Mike, and I want him watched closely. If he so much as breathes in my star bunny's direction, I'll tear his throat out myself."
Mike nodded solemnly, his sharp instincts aligning perfectly with the Count’s paranoia. "I agree. A viper doesn't suddenly become a guardian angel without a hidden motive. I’ll ensure my scouts keep a tight perimeter around the Dupré estate."
The two men quieted down, chatting in hushed tones for a few more minutes to finalise the guard rotations and security measures. Once the strategy was set, Mike stood up, giving Levi a respectful nod and casting one last protective glance toward your sleeping form before quietly slipping out of the study to get straight to work.
Left alone in the quiet sanctuary of his office, Levi let out a soft breath. He stood up from his desk and walked over to the sofa, his boots making no sound against the heavy rug. He knelt beside you, a look of adoration washing over his sharp features. He gently reached out, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his thumb brushing over your soft cheek. You let out a tiny, contented sigh in your sleep, and Levi’s undead heart melted completely.
Reluctantly, he pulled himself away to finish his Count duties. For the next hour, the only sound in the room was the steady scratching of his quill as he signed off on estate ledgers, trade agreements, and security directives. Once the final seal was pressed into the hot wax, he rang the silver bell on his desk. The head butler slipped in, and Levi handed the thick stack of papers over to be immediately actioned.
Leaving his study to stretch his legs, Levi walked down the grand corridor, his eyes scanning the pristine, familiar crimsons and dark woods of his home. As he neared the grand staircase, he spotted Luna walking by, carrying a tray of fresh linens. She looked proud and pristine in her proper head maid uniform, the dazed fog from the previous weeks completely gone.
"Luna," Levi called out softly.
She paused, immediately turning and bowing respectfully. "Good afternoon, My Lord."
"How is your investigation progressing?" Levi asked, crossing his arms.
A sharp, clever glint entered Luna’s green eyes. "Extremely well, sir. Working alongside Lord Mike has been incredibly efficient. We’ve managed to dig up the mystery woman's true identity; she’s a disgraced noble performer from the lower courts who was heavily bribed by the council. I've thoroughly enjoyed tearing her little web apart to ensure my lady is completely safe."
"Excellent work," Levi praised smoothly. "Your loyalty to my wife will always be heavily rewarded."
"Thank you, My Lord. Actually, I have something specific for the Countess," Luna said, her expression softening into a warm, deeply knowing smile. She reached into the deep pocket of her apron and produced a beautifully crafted wooden remedy box, handing it over to Levi.
Levi raised an eyebrow, taking the box. "What is this?"
"Specialised medical drinks and tonics specifically formulated for blooming vessels," Luna explained, her eyes twinkling with excitement. She leaned in just a fraction, keeping her voice discreet. "I know that my lady can no longer take those dreadful contraceptive brews, but a blooming vessel's body requires a lot of extra care and nourishment when... well, when little vampires are potentially being made. These health tonics will keep her bones feeling nice and strong, boost her energy, and perfectly prep her body for a healthy future pregnancy."
A wave of possessive pride and warmth hit Levi’s chest. He gripped the remedy box tightly, his eyes softening as he pictured your gorgeous, voluptuous body carrying his child.
"You've done exceptionally well, Luna," Levi murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I will ensure she takes these immediately."
"Of course, My Lord," Luna beamed, bowing once more before hurrying off to let the Count tend to his beloved queen.
Levi quietly stepped back into the warmth of his private study, the heavy oak door closing with a soft, near-silent click. He walked over to the sofa, holding the beautifully carved wooden remedy box Luna had given him like it was the rarest treasure in the kingdom.
Setting the box on the low table, he knelt back down on the rug beside you. You were still deeply asleep, completely buried under the dark folds of his heavy travelling cloak. Your hair was beautifully dishevelled, and your body looked so tiny and safe huddled against the cushions.
"Wake up, my sweet star bunny," Levi murmured, his rough voice dropping into a low, velvety coo that was reserved strictly for you. He leaned over, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your warm cheek, then another to the tip of your nose. "Come on, little star. Open those beautiful eyes for me."
You let out a soft, sleepy moan, your thick, shapely legs shifting beneath the heavy cloak as you lazily stretched your body. Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, blinking against the warm afternoon light filtering through the study windows. The second you saw Levi’s handsome face hovering over you, his silver-blue eyes burning with that familiar, intense adoration, a soft smile broke across your lips.
"Levi..." you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep as you weakly reached your arms out from under the cloak, silently begging to be pulled against his chest.
Levi let out an amused chuckle, but instead of pulling you up, he gently caught your hands and kissed your knuckles. "In a moment, sweetheart. First, you need to take something. Luna brought this for you."
You blinked, pushing yourself up into a sitting position, the cloak pooling around your waist. You watched curiously as Levi carefully opened the wooden box, selecting a small crystal vial filled with a shimmering, pale gold tonic. He uncorked it, the faint scent of sweet honey and soothing mountain herbs drifting through the air.
"What is it?" you asked, tilting your head innocently. "Am I still sick?"
"No, you're not sick," Levi reassured you gently, kneeling closer so his thigh was pressed flush against the couch. He slid an arm around your waist, pulling your body securely against his side. His thumb gently stroked your hip, a dark possessive glint entering his eyes. "Luna knows we’re no longer using the council's contraceptive brews. This is a specialised health tonic for blooming vessels. It’s packed with nutrients to keep your bones strong, boost your energy, and perfectly prepare your body for when our little star bunnies take root."
Your cheeks heat up. Your heart gave a sudden, ecstatic flutter. Hearing him speak so casually and lovingly about a future pregnancy, about carrying his children, made a wave of pure warmth rush through your veins.
"Here," Levi whispered, tipping the vial gently against your lower lip. "Drink it all for me, star."
You parted your lips, obediently swallowing the sweet, warming liquid. It slid down your throat smoothly, and almost instantly, a beautiful, cosy radiance blossomed deep within your chest, making your dormant magic hum with contentment.
The moment you finished the last drop, Levi set the empty vial aside. He didn't waste another second. He captured your lips in a deep, slow, and incredibly sweet kiss, tasting the honeyed sweetness of the medicine on your tongue. He kissed you over and over, his hands wrapping into your hair, completely doting on you like you were the most precious, fragile thing in existence.
When he finally pulled back, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your rich, restored scent with a deep, rumbling purr. You giggled softly, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and pulling his heavy, muscular torso down into the sofa with you, settling in for a lazy, deeply romantic afternoon cuddle in the safety of his arms.
Levi rested his chin on your shoulder, his arms locked around your waist as you both lay tangled together under the cloak. His chest rose and fell in a deep, slow rhythm against your back, the solid weight of him grounding you completely. For a long time, he just held you in the quiet study, his thumb absently tracing patterns over the fabric covering your soft hip.
"Star," he murmured smoothly, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. "There is something I need to tell you."
"Mmm? What is it?" you asked, leaning back into his embrace and tilting your face up to look at his sharp profile.
Levi paused, an endearing look of slight vulnerability softening his eyes. He tightened his grip on you just a fraction, pulling you even tighter against his chest.
"I've been thinking about the last few days," he admitted. "I feel a bit bad that I whisked you away from your home so abruptly after the autumn festival. I know how much you value your time with your family, and with the council threats finally settling down under my parents' watch, I don't want you to feel isolated here."
You blinked in surprise, your heart melting at how incredibly thoughtful and protective your husband was being. "Levi..."
"So," he continued, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he saw the bright spark in your eyes, "I took the liberty of sending a carriage to your family’s estate this morning. I've officially invited them to stay at the Ackerman manor. They should be arriving tomorrow afternoon."
You gasped happily, twisting around in his lap so you were facing him. "Really? They're coming here?"
"Yes," Levi chuckled softly, his hands automatically settling onto your hips to steady you. "My mother and father are also returning from the capital tonight. Which means tomorrow, both of our families will be under one roof again. We can be one big family, have some proper fun, and show your brother and sister exactly how a proper Vampire Count hosts an estate gathering."
"Oh, Levi, that is the most perfect surprise ever!" you cheered, throwing your arms around his neck and pressing ecstatic, peppering kisses all over his cheeks and jawline.
Levi let out a purr, soaking in your joy. He caught your lips in a deep, loving kiss, his eyes darkening with a fiercely possessive, proud warmth as he held his beautiful, fertile queen. He couldn't wait to show your family exactly how well-adored, safe, and deeply cherished you were in his home.
Levi’s arms tightened around your waist, a soft hum vibrating in his chest as he took in your excitement. Seeing you bounce in his lap with such pure, radiant joy made every ounce of stress from the high court completely vanish from his mind.
"Since they're arriving tomorrow," Levi murmured, his eyes locking onto yours with an incredibly sweet, mischievous glint, "we should probably have some proper refreshments ready. I was thinking... perhaps we could bake something together tonight?"
You blinked, your jaw dropping slightly in sheer delight. "Bake? You want to bake with me, Count Ackerman?"
"Don't look so shocked, star bunny," Levi teased, his thumb playfully pinching your soft hip. "I happen to have a very precise appreciation for measurements and chemistry. And besides..." He leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a slow, intoxicating whisper. "I want to spend the evening watching my beautiful, curvy wife covered in flour. I think it would be... highly entertaining."
"Oh my gosh, baking with you sounds like the most incredibly cute idea ever!" you squealed, throwing your arms around his neck again.
The image of the terrifying, elegant Vampire Warlord wearing a kitchen apron and carefully measuring out sugar was almost too adorable to handle. You could already picture the chaotic fun of it, getting to sneak tastes of the sweet batter, leaning against his hard chest while you stirred a heavy bowl, and teaching him how to make your family's favourite autumn pastries.
"Right then," Levi said, as he effortlessly lifted you right off the sofa with him as he stood up. He set you on your feet, smoothing down your hair with deep adoration. "Let's go hijack the manor kitchens before the head chef has a heart attack. We have a family feast to prepare for."
"Traditional baking from your homeland?" Levi asked as he led you down the grand, echoing corridors toward the manor kitchens. "Tell me everything. What are we making, my sweet star?"
"Warm, cosy foods," you beamed, holding his hand tightly, your thumb brushing against his brand-new moonstone bracelet. "Pies with flaky, buttery crusts, spiced tarts filled with autumn fruits, and rich, heavy cakes. Comfort food to make my family feel right at home the moment they step off the carriage tomorrow."
When you both entered the massive estate kitchen, the staff scrambled to bow. The head chef looked at the Count with bewilderment, but Levi simply waved his hand, dismissing them all for the evening with a smooth, commanding tone.
Left alone in the massive, warm kitchen, the atmosphere instantly shifted into something cosy. The large hearth was crackling with a roaring fire, casting a glow over the copper pots, heavy oak counters, and bowls of fresh autumn harvest fruits.
The last time you two had baked together, you had been guests in Erwin’s home, tiptoeing around and trying to be on your best behaviour. But now? This was your kitchen. Your home. There was absolutely no one to answer to, no hidden council eyes, and no fear of getting caught.
"Alright, Assistant Ackerman," you teased, stepping up to the large flour as you tied a simple white apron around your waist. "Your first task is to measure out the flour and butter for the pie crusts. And remember, baking is a science, be precise."
"You're lecturing an ancient vampire on precision, bunny?" Levi chuckled.
He shed his dark formal waistcoat, rolling the sleeves of his crisp white shirt up to his elbows, exposing his powerful, sculpted forearms. He was a ridiculously cute assistant. He approached the ingredients with the absolute seriousness of a man preparing a battle strategy, measuring the flour down to the absolute gram, his jaw clenching slightly in deep focus.
As the kitchen filled with the rich, heavenly scents of cinnamon, nutmeg, and stewing apples, the atmosphere turned delightfully playful.
While Levi was focused on meticulously crimping the edges of an apple tart, you couldn't help yourself. You dipped your fingers into the bowl of flour, sneaked up behind him, and gently booped his nose, leaving a stark white smudge right on his handsome face.
Levi froze. He slowly turned his eyes to you, a dangerous, incredibly sexy smirk spreading across his lips.
"Oh, so it's a war you want, is it?" he rasped.
Before you could squeal and run away, Levi's vampire reflexes caught you. His arm wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you against his chest. He dipped his fingers into the sweet, sticky cake batter and playfully wiped a dollop of it right onto your cheek, leaning down to instantly lick it off with a soft, teasing scrape of his fangs.
You shivered, letting out a delighted laugh as you twisted in his hold, your hands, completely covered in flour, clapping right onto his broad chest, leaving two perfect white handprints over his shirt. Levi didn't care about the mess at all. He just growled playfully, his hands squeezing your hips as he pulled you into a deep, messy, and intoxicatingly sweet kiss right there against the flour-dusted counter, completely lost in the magic of your shared home.
You were breathless by the time Levi finally let your lips go. The kitchen smelled absolutely divine; the rich, buttery aroma of the apple tarts and spiced pies was beginning to waft from the massive stone ovens, filling the room with an undeniable, mouth-watering warmth.
"Look at what you did to my shirt, bunny," Levi murmured, his voice a low, raspy purr against your ear. He looked down at the two perfect white flour handprints stamped right over his broad chest, a proud smirk dancing on his lips. "Everyone in this estate is going to know exactly where my wife’s hands have been."
"They already know I belong to you, Levi," you teased softly. You reached up, using the clean corner of your apron to gently wipe away the flour smudge from his handsome nose. "Besides, you started it with the cake batter."
"And I have every intention of finishing it," Levi growled playfully.
He didn't care about the flour dusting his clothes or the sticky glaze on the counters. He effortlessly hoisted your body up, seating you right on the edge of the large oak island. Your thick, shapely legs naturally wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against your core. Levi stepped into your space, his large hands firmly on your hips, squeezing the soft flesh with a possessive intensity that made your heart skip a beat.
He picked up a small spoon from the counter, dipping it into a bowl of fresh, warm caramel glaze you had just prepared for the tarts.
"Open up, little star," he commanded softly, his eyes blowing wide and dark with a sudden, intoxicating hunger.
You obediently parted your lips, letting him feed you the sweet, rich caramel. You let out a soft hum of pure delight at the taste, but before you could even swallow, Levi leaned in and captured your mouth again. He tasted the caramel on your tongue, turning the kiss into something deeply indulgent, sticky, and wildly passionate. His hands slid up from your hips, mapping the heavy, beautiful curves of your waist and ribs, his touch leaving faint white dustings over your skin.
The roaring fire in the hearth crackled loudly, casting long, dancing shadows across the kitchen as the two of you lost yourselves in each other. There were no duties tonight. No council plots, no overbearing high-court rules, and no lingering shadows. Just the two of you, free to love each other in the sanctuary of the home you were building together.
By the time the timers chimed, signalling that the traditional pies and cakes were baked to an absolute, golden perfection, you were thoroughly kissed, your cheeks hot, and your hair a beautiful, wild tangle.
Levi gently slid you back down onto your feet, though he refused to let his hands leave your waist. He looked over at the counter, which was now lined with rows of stunning, rustic autumn pastries that would make your family feel cherished the moment they arrived tomorrow.
"We did well, Assistant," you whispered, resting your hands on his chest.
"We did," Levi agreed, leaning down to press one final, deeply tender kiss to your forehead. "The food is ready, the estate is secure, and our families will be together tomorrow. But for right now..." He looked down at the flour covering both of your bodies, a wicked grin breaking across his face. "I believe I promised my bunny a very thorough, very warm bath."
A playful, wicked spark flashed in your eyes. Levi was still grinning down at you, convinced he was about to sweep you off your feet and carry you up to the baths like a perfectly compliant queen.
Instead, you gave his broad, flour-stamped chest a sudden, mischievous shove.
"You've gotta catch me first if you want to bathe me, Levi!" you giggled loudly as you ducked right under his arm.
Before his vampire reflexes could even fully register the betrayal, you spun on your heel and took off. Your legs carried you swiftly across the kitchen floor. You darted past the heavy oak island, rounded the corner by the roasting hearth, and burst through the grand double doors of the kitchen, your sweet laughter ringing down the long, dimly lit corridors of the Ackerman manor.
Levi stood frozen for a single, stunned second, staring at the space where his wife had just been. Then, a low, dangerous and deeply amused chuckle rumbled in his chest. His inner yandere purred at the sudden chase.
"Oh, is that how we're playing it, little star?" Levi called out, his smooth voice easily carrying down the hallway after you. "You forget whose house this is. I know every single hiding spot in these walls."
You didn't look back, your heart hammering as you flew up the grand stone staircase. You could hear the deliberate, slow thud of his boots echoing far behind you. He wasn't even using his full vampire speed; he was intentionally tracking you, playing along with the game, savouring the sheer thrill of hunting his favourite little bunny.
You made it all the way to the top floor, darting into your shared master suite and quickly slamming the heavy oak door shut, pressing your back against it as you panted heavily, a massive, giddy smile plastered on your face. Your cheeks were completely heated, and you were vibrating with playful adrenaline.
Silence.
For a long moment, the corridor outside was dead quiet. You leaned your ear against the cool wood, holding your breath. Did you actually outrun him?
Suddenly, a pair of powerful arms wrapped securely around your waist from behind, pulling you right off the floor and pressing your back hard against a warm, muscular chest. You let out a loud, delighted squeal of pure surprise.
"Got you," Levi’s deep, velvety voice rasped right against your ear.
You twisted your head around, gasping. He hadn't even come through the main door; he had used the private servant’s passage connecting the study straight to the bedroom terrace, completely cutting you off. His eyes were dark and glittering with triumph, a wicked, breathtaking smirk playing on his lips as he held you tightly against his body.
"Did you really think you could outrun the King of the Night in his own castle, bunny?" Levi teased, his fangs faintly grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, making you shiver and giggle. He adjusted his grip, effortlessly cradling you in his arms as he walked over to the bath. "Game over, sweetheart. Now, let’s get you into that warm water while we work on making that cute little star."
