#oc lev

[wewillivetrougheverything]

for @juneofdoom day 14: "I'm trying!" | memory loss | adrenaline crash | knots

[evilevilevilnotevilevilagain]

I draw stupid bs a normal amount, I promise. An assortment of lev n kas..... n also some extras of just KA at work, n their expert parenting.

[marquisdefag]

[satanslittlepup]

[de-adend-archived]

MY DEAREST FRIEND’S OC LEVIATHAN, WHO IS COOL (belongs to @/z4greus on twitter + @/kingzagreus on tumblr)

[evilevilevilnotevilevilagain]

why am I awake. also what if KA in typical deadbeat fashion springs their kid on their unsuspecting shitty cod-obsessed unemployed friends <3 sorry they have an emergency to get to. No theyre sure you'll do fine. Tho they do wish youd showered in the past three days.

[marquisdefag]

i love him

[marquisdefag]

17 from this for jude & lev pls 😈

17. sender rips off an article of receiver’s clothing

"C'mon kiddo, take it off for me."

Lev crosses his legs, tugging the front of the borrowed button down in between the middle of his legs, his cheeks flaring with a further pink as he does his best to hide himself.

"Jude…”

Judas’ eyebrow raises subtly in question, knowing the small expression will no doubt put the fear of god in the anxious boy, and hopefully will coax him to follow his request. Lev gulps, trying to swallow around the tangy taste of shame and guilt, worrying his teeth over the bottom of his lip as he tries to make his fingers work against the first button on the yellow shirt.

In the few seconds it takes for Jude to become impatient, he’s reaching and tugging Lev closer, both hands gripping firmly into the front of the shirt, fingers twisting into the material, “Times up.”

The shirt pulls away easily, Jude using barely any of his strength to tears the buttons away from the soft fabric, being able to audibly hear the popping of the plastic circles as they fly through the air, landing god knows where in the small space of the trailer.

Lev feels the rush of the cold afternoon air breeze across his now naked chest, the yellow shirt falling to a pool around the backs of his ankles.

“Let me get a look at you…” Jude murmurs, his voice gentle, as if he’s about to help the young blonde clean & plaster up a fresh wound. Jay’s hands cup round the boney hips of his boyfriend, beginning to let his eyes explore the vast of skin Lev now has on display for him.

The boys right arm begins to creep up towards his throat in a way to help soothe himself from feeling like he’s be stunned by a theatre spotlight, a nervous habit that only started when Jude hooked the cross around his neck. His fingers find the small gold chain that sits around his neck and he begins to twist the metal against the tips of his fingers as he allows Jude to gaze.

Jude’s lips curl into a soft smile, beginning to move his hands further up Lev’s sides until his thumbs are stopping just below the soft small bump of Lev’s breasts, his nipples already growing a dark pink from the slight chill of the room. Jude inhales sharply, having to tense himself up and hold back from the overwhelming urge to pull the boy close and slip his mouth around the sensitive nubs of the boys small tits.

“As pretty as a peach, kiddo.”