WIP Wednesday - I'VE BEEN WANTING TO DO THIS FOR 300 YEARS BUT EVERY TIME WEDNESDAY COMES ALONG I FORGET. And then I refuse to post it another day of the week for some reason lol😭
Anyway, here's a lil glimpse of the first chapter of my Vampire King Levi x human reader fic I've been working on, thanks to @brookeeneedstheone who requested a smutty, jealous Vampire! Levi 😌
Levi and Reader are both a bit insane, and there will be magic, fun, chaos, and some jealousy lol. Still very much a work in progress tho. Tagged by the lovely, talented @littlerequiem 🧡🧡 (who has an amazing vampire fic that I HIGHLY recommend!!)
Some humans have such cumbersome screams. Why do they always have to be so loud and dramatic? It’s incredibly unnecessary.
Unsurprisingly, the only response Levi receives is another obnoxious scream. He rolls his eyes.
“Please!” the man begs as Mikasa drags him through the throne room. He tries to resist, tries to pull out of Mikasa’s grip, but of course, she doesn’t even flinch. She might as well be carrying a feather. Despite his struggles, the man’s feet glide easily over the thick velvet-red carpet that stretches all the way to Levi’s throne. “Please, your Majesty! Give me another chance! I’ll do anything.”
Black marble pillars flank the path towards the throne. Each time the pathetic excuse of a human is dragged past one, the dozens of candles encircling the pillar’s base cast flickering shadows over his contorted face. High in the wall behind Levi’s throne, a circle of thick red glass transforms the moonlight into a crimson glow, bathing the throne room in a delicious blood-red hue. Combined with the tall candle stands arranged throughout the room, the effect is beautiful. Levi can appreciate some good atmospheric lighting that highlights human terror.
The screams, though, he could go without.
“Your Majesty! Please!” the human snotters again.
Levi releases a tired sigh as the man is shoved down to his knees in front of his throne. He looks paralyzed as he looks up at Levi, his horrified face reflecting warm candlelight and the haunting deep-red glow of the room.
Levi rarely bothers with typical Vampire King wear; he usually just sticks to black pants, tailored shirts, leather boots, all that. The only visible markers of his rank are the royal iron and bloodstone rings encircling his fingers, and the Onyx chain around his neck, artifacts meant to ground and temper his power. And yet, the man’s watery blue eyes look up at him like he’s some sort of dark god wearing a crown made of human skulls and a mantle made of bloodied remains.
What a pitiful sight.
Levi’s sharp eyes travel slowly over the man’s miserable form. His greying hair is streaked with gel, but it looks wild, like he’s been running his hand through it all day. The bags under his eyes are as prominent as his frown lines — wrinkles he undoubtedly accumulated from years of acting like an insufferable roach. Not that Levi knows much about wrinkles, but considering the man was willing to sacrifice his life to become the CEO of a billion-dollar casino company, he can’t imagine the man to be particularly pleasant or inspiring.
Levi lazily gets up from his throne and descends the stairs with leisurely steps. “A bargain is a bargain, Wallace. We gave you riches and a legacy, and in turn, you give us your blood and your life, as promised. Or do you believe you can trick your way out of a bargain?”
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, non-con/dub-con, graphic violence, murder, blood-drinking, dark!Levi does bad things. This story is tagged Dead Dove: Do Not Eat on AO3, which means if any of the above warnings are potentially triggering for you, then do not read.
WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, non-con/dub-con, graphic violence, murder, blood-drinking, dark!Levi does bad things. This story is tagged Dead Dove: Do Not Eat on AO3, which means if any of the above warnings are potentially triggering for you, then do not read.
CHAPTER SUMMARY: The afternoon turns oddly domestic before you and Levi finally have a serious conversation about the surface. An unexpected betrayal leads to a new plan.
This is a Levi POV scene from Stake/Claim written upon request for this anon! I chose the first scene in chapter one—mostly because Levi had much fewer complicated feelings to sort through than during, say, chapter four onwards.
I had a lot of fun writing this and it was a good exercise, so the floor’s open to other POV requests if anyone wants to see something specific, although I can’t promise I’ll be speedy <3
PAIRINGS: vampire!Levi x f!Reader
WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, non-con/dub-con, graphic violence, murder, blood-drinking, dark!Levi does bad things.
This story is tagged Dead Dove: Do Not Eat on AO3, which means if any of the above warnings are potentially triggering for you, then do not read.
Isabel’s blood tasted bitter going down.
That was no surprise to him, and he didn’t much care. He was starving. Not for lack of ability to feed, but through a subconscious effort to punish himself in advance of her death. Or maybe he had just wanted to be prepared with a large enough appetite to drink her all down. He’d planned to consume all of her, which required the presence of enough ravenous instinct to smother the incessant screaming at the back of his brain.
It worked, for the most part. He’d nearly finished her off by the time the other girl had decided to run. Although he had taken note of the additional presence, he hadn’t planned to care about her fate. She was just extra collateral should he decide to indulge. She could run, or not. Either way his goal tonight would be fulfilled.
Yet, the sight of her fleeing stoked something wild in him. As she put more distance between them, he could almost feel his heart race and his blood pump, seeking vengeance. Because she had no right. He hadn’t been thinking properly before. Any other human could have run. She was supposed to come quietly, give into his embrace. Accept her position as his prey.
He wouldn’t let her get away. He would rather leave Isabel’s body behind if it meant quelling this indignant rage.
The hunt didn’t last long. He couldn’t bring himself to extend this one. He wanted to see her face when he caught her, stoke fear in her heart, punish her for the mistake of rejecting him.
He met her from the other direction, expecting her to fall right into his arms. Instead she skidded and fell to the ground. Oh well. Her scream of terror still played like music to his ears. When he picked her up and threw her against the wall, her useless struggling against his hand over her neck almost made him laugh. A smile threatened to take place of his scowl. He hadn’t felt this happy with such an easy catch in a long time.
He could hardly focus on the words he spat at her, but it didn’t matter as long as they did the job of breaking her down. He didn’t even care when she pulled out a knife and stabbed him in the throat, although the enjoyed watching realization dawn on her when he gave no human reaction.
“Figure it out yet?” he asked her, tossing the pathetic weapon away. “I’m a vampire.”
“No…” The look in her eyes told him she knew this was the end.
It was then that he smiled. “I’m going to enjoy draining you dry.” He took a fistful of her hair and used it to bare her neck to him. She squirmed and whimpered, nothing else to do in her defense. He heard her heart thudding, caught the movement of her artery underneath the skin, smelled her sweet pheromones overriding the waves of fear. His fangs lengthened, and his vision narrowed until he saw nothing but her beautiful flesh, ripe and thick. Urging him forwards.
He plucked it, cherishing the way she parted for him, red matter hugging his canines with throbbing, aching life. The warmth of her essence touched his lips, his tongue, and his first drink of ever-bearing liquid fulfilled everything his inner demon had promised him.
One word echoed in his mind.
Divine.
Oh, yes. He was in heaven. He’d discovered ambrosia. Flooding his veins to sate the ever-present, torturous craving that resided in this vampiric form. He suddenly recognized the dissatisfaction that had come with every meal before this one, as if he’d been unknowingly searching for this blood his whole vampiric life. Ever since he’d spotted her, her body had been calling to him, singing a desperate song in a language that he could finally understand.
Bite me. Take me. Claim me.
He nearly lost himself as he drank, reveling in the silky, thick fluid that flooded his mouth with every beat of her heart. Then his ears twitched, heightening his attention to her. She was moaning. Rutting her hips. That was strange. It brought him far enough out to realize he was nearly clawing her neck open with his grip, yet she had melted in his arms, her head hanging to the side and her thighs pressing into his hips, clinging to him. The scent of her fear had faded, replaced by an intoxicating, feminine arousal. It hit his nose in conjunction with the tang of his luscious meal, stirring something in his loins.
Suddenly he could have ripped off her clothes and taken her right there.
She pushed at his chest, not to force him away, but to touch him. Her fingers pressed and squeezed, running along up to shoulders, reveling in his physicality. He didn’t question the fact that she was enjoying the presence of a killer. He simply answered her noises of pleasure with his own grunts of satisfaction, and he pressed himself hard against her, pinning her down so that she knew exactly who was in control. She responded with as much understanding as a human could, angling her soft core against his hardening cock, communicating her readiness to be bred by him.
It drove him wild. Holy fuck. He would devour her until he drowned and then do it all over again.
No. What the hell was coming over him? He wouldn’t spend this much energy over a human. He felt spellbound. Trapped by the intoxicating taste of her blood. How was she manipulating him like this?
He needed to free himself. Now.
Finding willpower again, Levi ripped himself away from the woman, and the world came into back into view. Reality barreled down on him, and he finally remembered where he was. He stared at her for a moment, wiping blood from his lips. She looked different, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint why. He hadn’t payed much attention to her appearance beforehand, so it hadn’t mattered whether she was physically attractive or not. But now…
What the fuck was coming over him?
The clarity afforded by his vampiric senses finally crystallized, and as she stared at him with those beautiful features, he saw her for what she was: a fucking witch.
Anger consumed the entirety of him. He grabbed her face and snarled, “What sort of shit are you playing at?”
“I don’t know!” She dragged in frantic breaths, confused, pained—nothing like he would have expected of a human who intended to control his mind.
He attempted once more to get the truth, baring his canines this time. “Yes, you do. Answer the fucking question or I’ll rip you in half.”
“Nothing! I’m not doing anything!” Tears began to well in her eyes, and the acrid scent of fear seeped from her pores again. “Please! Please don’t kill me.”
His brow creased as he watched her snivel.
What was he thinking? This girl was nothing but terrified. What witchcraft could she have possibly prepared through her blood, of all things? Maybe clarity hadn’t come to him after all. No, far from it. He was still under the illusion of this desire; he could feel the pull, beckoning him to consume more of her. He could hear the thrum of her heartbeat in his ears. He wanted nothing more than to lean forward and ravish her again.
She wouldn’t be able to stop him. He knew that she wanted it as much as he did.
The points of his canines prodded at his bottom lip, but Levi forced self-restraint with a sharp inhale. He didn’t want to kill her, and with the way her blood had so quickly driven him out of his mind, another bite might lead to him waking up fucking a corpse in a filthy alleyway. Far from ideal.
She was still begging him not to kill her, so he finally snapped, “Be quiet and listen. I’m not going to kill you.” He could still taste her blood in this throat, and his inner vampire wouldn’t stop screaming at him to pry open that delectable, bleeding wound on her neck with his teeth and indulge in what was rightfully his. “You’re the tastiest morsel I’ve ever had,” he said, drawing his eyes up to hers, “so killing you wouldn’t make any sense. No, I’m going to keep you around.”
Instead of relief, her eyes filled with horror. “No, please don’t do this. I don’t wanna be a… slave.”
A laugh burst from his throat. That was an interesting idea, but he didn’t have the time to take care of a human pet. He’d rather she sustain herself on her own, keep his meals fresh and ready for whenever he hungered. Maybe he could control himself enough to get another meal or two out of this. “No, you won’t be a slave. You’re free to go back and live your little human life. I’ll just stop by when I feel like feeding from you. Sound better?”
Even though he hadn’t given her much of a choice, she contemplated over a reply, steadying her breathing before eventually nodding her head. “Okay.”
“Good.”
As he took in her exquisite form one last time, he thought about all the things he would do to her in the future. Next time he would find somewhere cleaner, a place where he could lay her out, drink her blood, and fuck her raw. Yes, she was perfect. He would never let this vessel get away.
I've been on-and-off drafting another chapter of Stake/Claim, and damn, trying to reason with vampire Levi is rough. He has a counter for everything I throw at him. 😤 Tryna appeal to his emotions as a last resort, since I gotta give Reader a good shot at the surface. 🤞
Do y'all think Reader and Levi will make it out of the Underground? ⛅ Send me your predictions, pls! I'm so curious.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
