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Levi #2123
Chapter 139.5 - 悪童 (Bad Boy)
Give it back... That's my mom's...
#shingeki no kyojin#levi ackerman#snk#levi#every levi#manga#bad boy#volume 35#chapter 139.5#special 3#2123#close up levi#kid levi#flashback levi#casual clothes levi#cravatless levi#blood levi#pained levi#he hurt
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Weeping Scope
Why is that boy crying?
Certified Termina Moment
Fear and Hunger: Termina
#my art#horror#digital painting#grimdark#cw: gore#fear and hunger 2#termina#fanart#fear and hunger termina#levi#fh2#fear and hunger fanart#fear and hunger#funger#funger fanart#cw: nudity#cw blood#cw addiction#cw: body horror#weeping scope#levi fear and hunger termina
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doodles from the last couple of weeks + oldish marilevi thing that i'll probably never finish
#fear and hunger#fear and hunger termina#o'saa fear and hunger#henryk fear and hunger#marina fear and hunger#karin fear and hunger#levi fear and hunger#marilevi#art#cw blood#cw knife#cw gun#i have a LOT more silly scribbles where that came from ahahsshjahshahafghj
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jane levy as deadite mia allen on the set of “evil dead” (2013)
#evil dead#horror#behind the scenes#jane levy#mia allen#deadites#evil dead 2013#the evil dead#fede alvarez#sam raimi#bruce campbell#horror movies#special effects makeup#special effects#2010s horror#women in horror#cw: fake blood#cw: gore#tw blood#tw gore#blood#gore#fake blood#fake gore
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Watch you go - The Story So Far
#pop punk#lyrics#punk#bands#the story so far#parker cannon#tssf#wstr#knuckle puck#neck deep#man overboard#moose blood#no pressure#will levy
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of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
it seems to me most strange that men should fear,
seeing that death, a necessary end,
will come when it will come.
#its 4am and im assigning shakespeare quotes to acevi#this one in particular is from julius caesar act 2 scene 2#drdt#danganronpa despair time#drdt spoilers#tw blood#ace markey#levi fontana#acevi#ive reached my serious art quota from the year only silly stuff from now on
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I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them
#fear and hunger termina#fear and hunger#my art#pav#levi#funger#fear & hunger#fear & hunger termina#pavel yudin#pavlevi#weeping scope#fear and hunger 2: termina#levi fear and hunger#fear and hunger levi#cw guns#cw blood
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anddd some funger sketches <3
#fear and hunger#fear and hunger termina#levi fear and hunger#legarde fear and hunger#fear and hunger darce#ragnvaldr#fear and hunger enki#cahara#f&h abella#fear and hunger daan#karin fear and hunger#sketch#cw blood
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adversary swap
#fear and hunger termina#levi#smt 3#shin megami tensei#smt nocturne#demi fiend#dante devil may cry#raidou kuzunoha#blood#gore#art tag#caligura#i forgot to tag him at first cause hes being turned into a fine red mist
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From an AU where their first meeting was Jacky bleeding in a 'dry' well.
Junior's brooch/coin was in the muck. The blood seeped to it but it was too diluted and he was having a hard time holding himself together so he tapped the source (Lol).
She's fine.
tagged violent because there's so much blood
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i cant believe that out of ALL accessories. after losing her mom, her dad, her sister, and her best friend all in 1 moon, sunnytuft started wearing FORGET-ME-NOTS. thats fucking Rough.
First Prev Next
#clangen#clan generator#art#fallenart#snowkit#frecklefox#feathersight#ospreyswipe#levi#patchback#pebblefreeze#sunnytuft#blood tw
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Levi #2136
Chapter 139.5 - 悪童 (Bad Boy)
Rebel against this garbage dump of a world.
#shingeki no kyojin#levi ackerman#snk#levi#every levi#manga#bad boy#volume 35#chapter 139.5#special 3#2136#blood levi#he hurt#kicked levi#casual clothes levi#kid levi#flashback levi#scary levi#ackerpowers triggered!#forehead levi
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termina doodle page 🥰🙏
#karin sauer#samarie#levi fear and hunger#olivia haas#funger#fear and hunger#fear & hunger#doodle#fanart#doodles#daan von dutch#artists on tumblr#fear and hunger termina#i was waiting til i had an assortment together in order 2 post these#cw blood#cw bloody knuckles#cw injury
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●◉ ATTACK ON TITAN: NO REGRETS ✦ LEVI ACKERMAN ◉●
dedicated to Mica (@koushuwu), happy birthday!! (°◡°♡)
#shingeki no kyojin#attack on titan#snkedit#levi ackerman#anime#anime gif#animeedit#gifset#fyanimegifs#animangaboys#usertorichi#userdabiluna#useradrienne#userokkottsus#tuserashes#userinahochi#usernikiforova#tuserelena#usersophies#artsgifs#tw flashing#tw blood#tw eyestrain#HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICA!!! ♡\( ̄▽ ̄)/♡#i hope you're having a great day!!!#really glad and lucky to be your friend#i wanted to make a levi set for you and i thought of making a a 'levi in action' set#this turned out to be a bit bloody but i still hope you like this ^^
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𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓
pairing. sub!vampire!levi ackerman x dom!gn!reader
synopsis. in 19th century society, everyone has secrets they want to keep from seeing the light of day — so what will happen when you unveil levi’s?
content. implied virgin/touch-starved!levi, ooc levi at some points cause of vampire hormones, plot before porn, blood/blood-drinking kink, oral fixation, dry humping, handjob, inappropriate use of cravats, petnames (dearest, darling)
notes. first fic of hornyween!! the others won’t be as long lol this took FOREVER. anyway, please consider reblogging if you enjoy it<3
wc. 5k
Sparkling chandeliers adorn the ballroom’s high ceilings, making the polished floor gleam like honey as stylish figures twirl and glide across it. The rest of the guests are gathered by the walls in clusters, their lively chatter and chuckles mixing in with the night’s melodies.
You stand by one of the pink brocade curtains, sipping a glass of champagne. Your stance is relaxed but mannerly; not seeking nor avoiding attention, just observing and occasionally humouring a fellow guest that takes notice of your presence. Among those who approach you, admirers are plentiful, with faces of various qualities and contours, and characters both pleasant and not, but none who gain more than a few minutes of your time before you’re politely concluding the conversation or excusing yourself entirely.
As you’re meandering through laughing circles and swaying couples, away from yet another adamant admirer, you scan the room for him: the main reason you attended this ball at all. He rarely arrives for the banquets, and when he does, he even more rarely eats more than is expected of him. Now that the dancing has begun, he should be here, but you’ve yet to spot a single trace of him. It has made you restless, your eyes desperate in their pursuit. Each time you catch a glimpse of dark hair and pale skin or a short stature and a neatly tied cravat, you’re just as suddenly disappointed when you realise it’s not him. Eventually, you fall back into the same routine as before — entertaining married couples, faking laughs at bad jokes, listening to shallow gossip.
“Goodness, me,” Baroness Azumabito gushes at you, “you are as charming as they say, Your Grace.”
You chuckle courteously. “You’re too kind, Lady Azumabito.”
She offers you a closed-eye smile, her crow’s feet pinching together. “I truly must ask,” she begins, unfolding her peacock-feather fan and speaking a little quieter now. You already know it’s certainly not something she must ask. “What are your plans on marriage? You have no small number of choices, I’m sure!”
She giggles a little too hard for your liking, and you are reminded of the not-so-pretty piece of gossip you heard only a mere ten minutes ago — her husband’s gambling problems, her unmarried child. Quite the ideal motive for her to talk to you; someone who has both higher status and greater wealth. Of course, you know not all hearsay is true, but with a smile like Lady Azumabito’s, cunning as a fox and twice as sneaky, trust is a risk you’re not willing to take.
You laugh again. “Oh, none at the moment,” you say, feigning ignorance, “I’m so busy these days, I feel as though a partner might be…”
At the edge of your vision, a dark-haired silhouette passes. Your head moves in search of it, your eyes following, flicking this way and that. However, amidst the sea of extravagant gowns and upscale suits, the glimpse you had managed to catch slips from your grasp all too soon.
“Might be what?” Kiyomi asks.
An uneasy sense of disappointment hollows in your chest, but you ignore it. “Uh, a distraction. Would be... a distraction.”
Another flash of shadowy hair, porcelain skin.
Kiyomi clears her throat. “Do you care to elaborate, Your Grace?”
Just as you’re about to turn back to her, a figure stops in clear view before you: a metre and a half tall, raven black locks, eyes as sharp as falcon talons, an intricately tailored waistcoat — and the swan-white ruffles of a linen cravat.
A huff is your only warning before the short woman is stepping in and obscuring your line of sight, her round eyes now pressed into slits by her strained smile. “Please forgive my impudence, Your Grace, but what has you so–”
You abruptly but gently take her hands into yours. “Pardon my manners, Lady Azumabito,” you say, already shifting on your feet in preparation for your departure, “but I’ve spotted an acquaintance of mine with whom I’d like to discuss some private matters with.” You let go of her hands and give a curt bow. “If you’ll please excuse me.”
Her dumbfounded expression is the last you see of her before you swiftly take your leave. You track the person with your eyes and feet in tandem, each step purposeful and your eagerness barely contained. Once you’re in arm’s length, you cheerily call out:
“Viscount Ackerman!��
Several people turn their heads. The Viscount in question stops no later, though seemingly reluctantly. He turns to face you, a question perched on the peak of his raised eyebrow.
Your shoes clack as you stride the rest of the way up to him. Once beside him, you lean over and flash him a cheeky smirk. “Fashionably late as always?” you remark, but it fails to prompt any sort of perceptible reaction. The only change in his expression is his eyebrow returning to its relaxed position.
“And I see you are…” Silver blue eyes wash over you, up and down, in a single steady motion. “In attendance. As always.”
“Of course,” you reply with a practised smile. “I would not dream of missing one of the Duke of Trost’s parties.”
He hums. “I don’t doubt that.”
You hum back, thoughtful. “And what of yourself, my Lord?” you ask. “What brings you here?” You pause to smile knowingly. “Certainly not the food, seeing as you were absent for that.”
His eyes narrow and his lips press together in a firm line. “If you must know, the Duke was very insistent that I attend,” he explains, eyeing a passing servant before picking up a flute of champagne from their tray. “As for my tardiness… I prioritised taking care of some business affairs, first and foremost. Though I suppose I shouldn’t expect you to understand.” He swirls the liquid around in his glass and takes a sip.
You chuckle heartily. “Oh, come now!” you exclaim. “Why so hostile? Are we not friends?”
“Only in public,” Levi corrects in a low tone.
You turn to face the room, smirking against your glass. “That’s not true and you know it.”
A newly-engaged couple you were conversing with earlier passes by, waving. You smile and wave back at them.
Levi makes an exasperated noise. “Do you never tire of that?” he grumbles into his glass.
You bring your own glass up to your lips. “Whatever do you mean, my Lord?”
He grimaces. “That.”
You giggle. “Keeping up appearances is just the way I was raised,” you reply with a gesture of nonchalance, “but not all my smiles are fake, you know. It’s quite pleasant, smiling.” You beam at him, as if to prove your point. “I think you ought to try it some time.”
Levi scowls. “I know how to smile.”
“Oh, I never said you didn’t, my Lord,” you quip. “I have no doubt that you understand it in theory, just that you should try putting it into practice.” You point to the corner of your mouth, lifting it to mimic a smile.
He sucks his teeth and tears his gaze away from your own. “You’re infuriating.”
“And yet, here you are,” you say, stepping closer. “For longer than ten seconds, might I add. Surely a feat, no?”
Levi scoffs. “Don’t flatter yourself.” He raises his glass, speaking over the lip of it. “You just happen to be the least infuriating one here.”
You bite your tongue — “Well, by your standards, being the least infuriating is, in fact, quite flattering!” — and instead, you glance around and lean in. “In that case, what do you say we go find a place away from all this poor company?” Your voice takes on a lighter yet all the more meaningful tone. “Perhaps somewhere just for the two of us?”
There’s a glint of interest in Levi’s eyes that doesn’t go unnoticed by you as you pull away to look at him. “I would say that’s highly inappropriate,” he says, hushed, but not in a way that matches his words; hushed in a way that suggests intrigue.
“Inappropriate?” you echo, lips curving into a smile. “You really needn’t worry so much, my Lord! We shan’t be away for long, I promise.”
Levi’s thin eyebrows angle up. After a moment of contemplation, he closes his eyes and sighs. “If you insist,” he concedes.
Without further discussion, you set aside your and Levi’s drinks, then go ahead and stroll over to the arched doors with Levi not far behind.
With how often the Duke hosts such extravaganzas, you’ve had plenty of occasions to become familiar with the layout of their home, hence why you know where all of the rooms are. You navigate through the narrow hallways with an air of confidence, occasionally stopping to praise or snicker at family paintings and decor choices, much to Levi’s chagrin.
“What is it now?” Levi asks, attempting to pinpoint the subject of your attention this time.
You stand by a window that faces the rear garden, peering through the glass with squinted eyes. “Do my eyes deceive me or is that the Countess of Ehrmich and her handmaid kissing out in the gazebo?” You turn to Levi with a theatrically outraged jaw-drop, making him roll his eyes.
“You are no better than those gossiping simpletons we left in the ballroom,” he scolds as he draws the curtains shut.
You chuckle. “Apologies! Only a jest!” He glares at you but otherwise doesn’t complain. You watch him for a moment, how his nimble fingers tug and adjust the curtains, how he mutters expletives under his breath at the dust that transfers to his hands from the curtains.
Feeling mischievous, you lean in, so your lips are almost touching his ear. “It’s just so fun to tease you, I can’t resist.”
Goosebumps raise on Levi’s skin as he flinches away from you, fingers hovering over where your breath brushed his earlobe. He swallows. “Maybe you ought to practise some self-restraint.”
You smirk. “Maybe you ought to have less of it.”
He frowns. “How would that benefit anyone?”
You take a step closer. “Try it and find out.”
Levi takes a step back, but you take another step forward. His back bumps into a solid surface as your hand reaches out. He freezes in anticipation.
The click of a door handle, then a quiet creak.
“I believe,” you say, smiling cattily and circling around him, “I have found the drawing room.”
Levi huffs. “Finally,” he mumbles and pushes past you through the door. You follow after him, shutting the door behind you.
The room is a size you’d expect given how large the rest of the residence is. A ceiling mural depicting an Ancient Roman legend; tall windows and velvet curtains. At the centre of the room, atop a patterned rug, gold and beige furniture is arranged in a thoughtful composition. Dainty — yet no doubt expensive — decorations and trinkets adorn various corners, shelves and walls.
In one of the armchairs, Levi sits down, exhaling long and heavy, as if he had been holding his breath all night. You, on the other hand, decide to explore the room first, ambling between the furnishings and admiring the cosiness of the space. Absent-mindedly, you run a finger along the spines of some books piled on top of a small table, tracing the ribbed leather and embossed text.
“At last, some peace and quiet, hm?” you say, mostly just to occupy the air with something of substance, as you glance at Levi.
He’s sitting with one elbow resting on the seat’s floral print armrest, the pads of his fingers massaging the area between his eyebrows. “Until you spoiled it, yes,” he grunts.
The beginnings of a witty remark form, then just as quickly dissipate from your tongue. The corners of your lips sink, the lines in your face waning into nothing.
With his face cast down, Levi is oblivious to the change in your expression. It isn’t until you take two, five, ten or so steps — when the silence drags on without a response of your own — that he raises his head.
“Actually,” you start, standing by the armchair across from him, only a few feet away, “I brought you here to discuss something with you.”
His reaction is stalled but still comes in the form of a puzzled frown. “Go on, then.”
The floorboards squeak under your weight as you take another few steps forward. Levi shifts in his chair. “We agreed to be honest with one another, Levi. To not keep secrets,” you say, “yet I have good reason to suspect you haven’t entirely been maintaining your end of the agreement.”
As he opens his mouth to defend himself, your approaching footsteps finally seal the remaining distance between you. You step in to occupy the space between his knees and the contact is enough to make them jolt away as if from flames. Levi stares down at them until he catches the movement of your arms in the corner of his vision.
In your hands is a book, presumably from the stack you were observing earlier. He had been so absorbed in the shrinking space between you that he didn’t stop to consider that perhaps the arms linked behind you might be holding something.
His eyes roam the book, then fall on the shining yellow words etched into the front cover:
The Vampyre
by John William Polidori
Electric impulses fire through his body. His mouth goes dry. “I told Hange to get rid of that.”
“Really? Why is that?” you ask, turning it over in your hand. “I hear it’s quite good.”
Levi can’t stop the irritation from showing on his face. “The problem is not with the book itself.”
It’s the influence it has on imbeciles like Hange, he finishes in his head. Imbeciles who’ll believe anything with enough coincidences and paranoid witness accounts. Sure, Hange is a special case, because they’re not so much afraid of the rumoured existence of ‘vampires’ as they are curious, which is arguably worse — especially since, for once, the imbeciles are right.
“Then what’s the problem?” Your frown seems to be of genuine confusion, but Levi knows better. There’s an underlying something just waiting to reveal itself.
Levi folds his arms across his chest. “What does this have to do with our agreement?”
The smile returns to your face, but it is unlike any that Levi is used to seeing; not fake, but not entirely trustworthy either. “Surely you’ve figured out that much by now.” You set the book aside. “Really, Levi. Do you take me for some kind of fool?” Your hands come forward and clasp the armrests of his chair. “Did you really think I don’t know that… you’re a vampire?”
Levi scoffs. “Do you hear yourself?” He narrows his eyes at you. “Vampires are a baseless conspiracy. A ludicrous superstition fabricated by the English that only a credulous halfwit–”
A hand grabs him by the cheeks, cramming the rest of his words back behind his teeth. “Open your mouth,” you order.
The suddenness of the command evaporates any and all thoughts from Levi’s head, replacing them with a purely chemical reaction in the form of heat striking through him. Gradually, you push his head back — and he lets you — while a hard mound he can only assume is your knee eases between his parted legs, coercing a gasp from his mouth. As soon as his jaw loosens, your fingers are poking through the gap between his lips, moving as if hunting for something. They settle around his upper canines, sliding over and prodding at them, over and over, until eventually they begin to grow, extending down, down into a sharp, tapered point, much too long for what can be considered human.
Levi groans, but the sound is much too airy for pain or discomfort to be the cause of it. Drool is gathering beneath his tongue and blood in his cheeks. How humiliating it is to have his fangs coaxed out by the close proximity of his carnal weakness — by someone who should be his prey in this dynamic — and how all the more humiliating it is to have the strike of heat from before already invading the rest of his body.
Only once the fangs have stopped growing do you cease your petting, opting instead to drag a single fingertip along the newly-revealed length of bone. “My, my,” you coo, “it seems that the truth has spoken for itself.” You remove your fingers from his mouth, but Levi’s head remains in its position against the backrest. “Whatever shall I do with you, now that I have you at my mercy?”
Your fingers travel down his exposed throat. Like a frightened prey animal, Levi’s body digs into the cushioned upholstery, trying to comprehend the foreign feeling of being touched in this way. Breaths beat out through his nose in quickening puffs and miniscule tremors rattle through his chest as he attempts to control, or perhaps conceal, the frantic rise and fall of it. Beneath your fingertips, you can feel his heartbeat, the pulse so solid that if you didn’t know any better, you’d think it was hitting his ribcage with every beat.
“Are you afraid?” you ask him quietly, your fingers continuing their path downward.
Levi swallows, lets out a heavy breath but doesn’t answer. You watch him, analyse him. His tightly closed eyes, the sweat coming through his clothes… “Then perhaps you’re—” His unsteady breaths, his contracting muscles— “aroused?”
His Adam’s apple lifts and then drops. You follow the motion with your eyes, then lower, lower and lower, until you find the answer you’re looking for in his oh-so-conveniently open thighs. He immediately attempts to shut them, but your own prevent him from doing so.
“No need to be ashamed,” you assure him as you smile that knowing smile and carefully climb on top of his lap. “I can help to relieve you. If you wish.” You rub your bottom half against his hardened groin as a testament to your words.
Levi’s neck stretches over the backrest, an open-mouthed moan escaping him, then retracts back to his chest. His eyebrows cinch together in thought, but the way his hips rut into you has already declared his decision, so when his eyes finally flutter open and peer up at yours, you are unable to suppress your look of delight.
“Please,” is all he says — and all he needs to say to send your mind and self-control reeling.
You pounce forward, ravaging his lips with your own, while you grind down again; harder than before, and with more finesse. The noise that Levi makes into your mouth is much too heavenly for a creature of such damnable origin, yet as addictive as if it had been produced by a devil of temptation itself.
The swipe of a sleek surface has you parting from him on instinct. “Careful of your teeth, darling,” you warn and he nods as if in a daze before pulling you back in. He paws at your clothes, helpless and wanting, as though he aches to bring you closer. You let out an enraptured sigh at his aggressive gesture. After all, what an honour it is to have the stoic Viscount Levi Ackerman falling apart and moaning pathetically beneath you; what sacrilege to be a mortal defiling its natural predator. You feel as though you’re going mad, losing all sense of self from the sheer thrill of it.
You drag yourself away from his lips, only to see the full effects of your actions. Strong features softening as though he’s melting from the pleasure. Eyes squeezed shut while his glossy black hair, usually so perfectly combed, fans out in loose strands over his forehead. Razor-sharp nails mauling the armrests. Two fanged teeth poking out from under his lip.
In minutes, Levi is curling into you and crying out against your skin. You guide him through his climax, raking your fingers up from his undercut and through the strands at the top while whispering caring words to him, in soothing repetition. He collapses into you, his arms limp at your sides and his panting breaths warm on your neck. Before you can push him away, he’s mindlessly nuzzling and lapping at your throat like a dog, coating your skin in spit, sucking and occasionally catching his fangs on the fragile flesh. It would be a lie to say you aren’t enticed by the prospect of them breaking through; moving with more purpose and sinking into your–
Levi whines against your shoulder. “Please, let me have a taste. I’ll do anything, please,” he mumbles. “It’s been so long, I– I cannot wait any longer, please, I beg of you…” He pulls away, licking his lips, as if the taste of your skin is enough to last and cherish. “Please,” he begs, “let me drink your blood.”
You smile, wide, and brush back the hair tickling his eyes. “Only since you asked so nicely.”
As soon as the words enter the air, Levi lunges at you. You’re almost not fast enough, but manage to get a hold of him.
You pin his wrists on either side of his head, and the tightness of your grip seems to snap Levi out of his ravenous trance. “That wasn’t very polite,” you reprimand. Levi only looks up at you regretfully, which is likely the closest thing you’ll get to an apology from him. You sigh. “Don’t worry.” You let go of him and slide your palm under his chin. “Open–”
His jaw falls slack in an instant, granting you access to the inside of his mouth. You trail your fingers around his wet lips first, this way and that, slow and soft, just to hear him whine. You giggle but finally slip a finger inside and Levi groans in time with it. His tongue is the next thing to fall from his mouth, hanging over his lip and dripping saliva onto his shirt.
“What a sight,” you breathe. “I wonder what our fellow nobles would think.”
Levi moans softly as you poke your fingertip into the point of one of his fangs. You hiss as it pierces the skin and wait for the blood to collect before turning your finger over.
“Tilt your head back, dearest,” you say, and Levi does so with haste. You dangle your finger above his eager tongue and watch his eyes roll back as the first drop hits his taste buds. He savours the flavour like a man starved of water, his mouth pooling with drool, and whimpers in anticipation of the next drop.
Your eyes are fixated on him, as if hypnotised, and engulfed in sick amusement from the power you have over him. Your thumb sits under your fingertip, forcing out the liquid with steady presses, but for Levi, it’s still not enough. Animalistic hunger and impatience possess him. His arms come to life to grab your wrist and yank it toward his mouth. He manages to swallow your finger whole before you can react, though the sight is much too precious for you to deny or scold him anyway.
The grip around your wrist turns vice-like as he feverishly sucks the blood from your finger. His closed eyelids twitch and runny spit oozes down his chin. You look on in adoration at the sweetly depraved state you have him in. Who would think that a blood-sucking monster could be this docile and helpless?
Levi’s panting grows heavier until you begin to feel him rutting against you. When you look down, the lump of his crotch has regained hardness, already straining against the dark material. “Aroused again so soon?” you taunt.
He is so engrossed in sucking that he doesn’t seem to hear you, so you tug your finger out of his mouth and hands. He grunts in protest, but you ignore him and try again. “Would you like me to take care of that for you?”
As if freshly woken from a daze, or perhaps still in one, those folds you’re so used to seeing between his eyebrows take shape in a show of gentle confusion. “Take… care of what?”
You bring a hand down to his lap and lightly tap the bulge that’s formed there, making him tense and spasm under you. He must still be sensitive, you think with a smile.
“Of this,” you clarify.
He swallows. “Okay.”
“Okay?” You stifle a chuckle. “It’s a yes or no question, Levi, so answer with a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’.”
He sighs and evades your eyes as he hisses out a reluctant “Yes.”
“Good boy,” you praise and begin to make quick work of the buttons on his trousers.
Levi frowns. “Don’t call me that. I am not a dog.”
You laugh through your nose, amused. “Yet you drool and whimper just like one.” You playfully stare up at him through your lashes. He doesn’t say anything back, just blooms a deeper pink, so you accept your win and finish unbuttoning his trousers. Next, you unfasten the strings of his undergarments, freeing his leaking length.
As soon as your fingers make contact with it, Levi writhes. His legs squirm and his hips buck up into your touch. In seconds, the wet head of his cock is dripping with bead after bead of precum. In your awe of his intense reaction, you find yourself experimentally toying with it; squeezing, tugging, kneading, fingering. Obscene noises created by the remnants of his previous release make colour fill Levi’s usually colourless cheeks. His glinting grey eyes are lidded, his head dizzy and delirious. His mouth is hanging open in surrender to the erotic sounds he cannot help making, tongue dyed scarlet from your blood and glistening with saliva. You adore it — are spurred on by it, even — but his volume is now teetering on too loud, and the last thing you want right now is to be caught.
So with one hand on his dick, keeping him distracted, you hurriedly untie his cravat and stuff it into his inviting mouth. A startled, confused but thankfully muted moan rumbles through the cloth. You grin at the conflicted eyes and knitted eyebrows you get in response to your actions, entirely unbothered as you continue to take him apart with your touches, to watch him become the embodiment of debauchery. Moonlight skin shiny with sweat, teeth gnawing around his makeshift gag, pelvis involuntarily meeting your movements, elbows pointing to the ceiling as he desperately scratches and claws at the back of the chair, surely ruining it beyond repair with his needlepoint nails and vampiric strength. So effortlessly picture-perfect.
No more than a few seconds later, he’s arching his back against the chair and wailing into his linen gag. The wood of the backrest splinters and the upholstery tears loudly under his fingernails. Warm fluid gushes out over your fist and dribbles down it as you continue stroking his length. Your other hand takes out the cravat from Levi’s mouth and wipes up the mess. He lets out a few wet little warbles and whimpers at the overstimulating feeling, but quietens down once you finish.
You don’t allow him a second to recuperate from his high, instead satiating your own desires; snatching his face up in your hands and latching your lips onto his in one smooth motion. Tongues curl together and the metallic tang of your own blood swarms your senses. Levi keens and grips the fabric at your waist. By the time your mouths separate, you’re both breathless and gasping against each other, and the allure of his dishevelled state has you unable to resist trailing a few extra kisses on his skin; from the corner of his mouth to his jaw, on the soft spot behind his ear and down his delicate neck. Levi grabs at your shoulders weakly, but when you pull back to check on him, his gaze drops to your laps.
“How did you find that?” You tilt your head. “Good?”
Better than good, so much better — is what he thinks, but what he settles on saying is “Yes, it– it was good.”
The smile that stretches across your cheeks is inevitable, and the most sincere one you’ve had the entire night. “Well… as much as I would like to keep going,” you say, chewing on your inner lip corner, and making Levi flush, “I think it’s time we go back.”
You climb off of the chair and straighten out your clothes. Meanwhile, Levi tries, and fails, to stand up, his knees buckling and sending him flopping back into the seat.
You sigh sympathetically and caress the side of his face. “You should rest for a moment,” you tell him. Your fingers glide down to his chin, take it into your hand and wipe the spit, along with the traces of smeared blood, from his lips. “Perhaps neaten up your appearance, in the meantime?” you add with a smirk.
Some awareness seems to have awoken in him, perhaps as a result of your teasing, because he pouts and replies with, “I was planning on doing so anyway.”
You don’t say anything else, taking that moment to appreciate the silence, just the distant echo of music and the tick of the clock on the mantelpiece. Luckily, it does not take long for Levi’s ragged breaths to calm, and for his thighs to reclaim their strength. You help to clean up his image, fastening up garments, flattening out creases and wiping away or concealing the evidence of your activities. Kisses are exchanged in between; some of them stolen, some of them followed by giggles, and some by lustful gazes.
Once you’re ready to leave, you head for the door, but you only go as far as clasping the gold handle before stopping and turning to Levi. His eyebrows shift in that way they’re so good at, speaking when words don’t need to. Your eyes sketch out a path down his face, all the way to his lips, where you find yourself already missing the blood, drool and pearly fangs…
Before you can stop yourself, you’re reaching for his nape and wrapping your plush lips around each other.
“If you’re well-behaved tonight,” you rasp against his lips, “I’ll treat you to more than just a finger next time.”
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[Robin sighed, listlessly poking through another stack of nonsense. He didn’t exactly want Alex to be anywhere near this place or in trouble, but half of him wished she were, just so he could see her again]
Aster: Can you really read minds n’ stuff? Robin: Depends if you believe me or not. Aster: I don’t know why you’d lie about it; you don’t seem the type.
Robin: I could prove it, if you want. Aster: Nah, I believe you. [Robin couldn’t help but smile a little; it was nice that Aster didn’t seem too perturbed]
Aster: It must be tough though, no wonder you’re usually so quiet-.. like, I think I’d find it hard to talk n’ stuff if I could hear everything people were thinking, second guessing myself all the time n’ that, y’know?
Robin: I guess I kinda got used to it. Aster: So, I suppose you know-… [SCREAMING – METAL CLANGING]
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Robin: Aster!
Robin: Jesus-.. are you okay? [Aster scoffed with faint amusement-.. obviously not] Robin: Stupid question, huh?
Aster: Reckon I scared him off though. Robin: Hah, yeah… [Aster huffed slightly, his attempted chuckle manifesting as a bloody gurgle instead]
Robin: I’m sorry, Aster. [Aster shook his head slowly, feebly offering Robin his crowbar] Robin: I won’t leave you here, okay? I swear I’ll come back…
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