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[twisted-lemy]

I’ll Take You To The Garden Of Eden

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Gnc!Reader x Leona Kingscholar

CW: None

A/n: To all my og followers who were promised a Leona rut fic, this is for y’all~ ❤️ and since today (or yesterday, it depends on when I post this) was my birthday I decided to double down and finish this for y’all as a little present from me to you! Hope you all enjoy!! ☺️

Yuu swears if Crowley ever, EVER, makes them go out and do janitorial work at the ass-crack of dawn again they’ll force feed him his stupid hat. They mean, what could’ve possibly have needed to be cleaned so badly that Crowley had to bust into their room at 5am to do it? Nothing, that’s what.

Here they are decked out head to toe in their janitor coveralls walking the empty halls of the campus while carting a heavy-ass buggy of cleaning supplies and, lo and behold, everything is already spotless—like actually fucking gleaming in the damn sunrise. And it isn’t just the main school halls that are already clean; the classrooms, the bathrooms, the cafeteria, hall of mirrors, hell—even the locker rooms where the late-night hookups happen are already clean too! (To their surprise.)

What even was the point of being out here? Hell if Yuu knows, but what they do know is that they are going to go back to Ramshackle, get back in bed, and go the fuck back to sleep. And if anyone bugs them—and yes, that does include Grim and the ghosts, they’ll go fucking nuclear. They’ve checked almost everywhere for this supposed “mess” that Crowley woke them up to deal with and they’ve found nothing, so forgive them for being a bit hissy about wasting their precious sleeping time.

Sorry Crowley, but also not. Go kick rocks, Yuu’s going back to bed and getting their rest, like they deserve.

And so Yuu turns around and begins to make their trek back to their dorm. Well, that’s what they’d like to be doing, if not for the weird noises coming out of the school’s botanical garden.

Yuu frowns, praying to whatever gods that preside over twisted wonderland that this isn’t the mess that they’ve been tasked with cleaning up, but deep down, they already know that this is it. So reluctantly, Yuu pushes open the double doors to the garden, preparing to deal with whatever is getting in between them and a good night’s sleep as quickly and effectively as possible—

—Only to have their nostrils assaulted with the heady smell of sweat and earth that hung heavy in the air. The smell was strong, strong enough to completely throw Yuu off their game, making them stagger in place.

“What the hell?” They say incredulously, their hands covering their nose. The smell alone makes them want to say fuck it and go home, cuz obviously the smell could only have one origin; someone is fucking in the botanical garden! And Crowley called them to sort it out!

‘There is a mess that I need you to clean posthaste. Come prefect, quickly!—their ass. What the fuck, Crowley?! First you have them clean up the school, the overblots, and now this?! What the fuck?!

Y’know what? No. They are not dealing with that. They are not the fun police, chasity police or whatever police anyone wants to call them. It’s not their job to go out of their way to separate young lovers from an intimate moment of passion at ass-crack o’clock! If Crowley wants to have that “mess” cleaned up he can do it his damn self.

They throw their hands up in exasperation. Really, this bugs them something fierce. How could Crowley go and call them out to do jackshit? At least all the other times he did it there was some actual shit to be done, but this time? There isn’t anything. And that annoyed them. (Almost as much as the sleep they’re losing)

Spinning on their heels, Yuu turns around and begins to walk out the door with only two things on their mind; a bath—to wash the smell of sex off them—and the sweet, sweet embrace of unconsciousness.

But things are never easy for them. Sadly, taking the easy out would not end well for them. So, against their better judgement and common sense, they suck up their complaints and u-turn back into the botanical gardens and begin wandering around, looking for the source of the stench. Funny how fast they decided to follow through with Crowley’s dumb request, isn’t it?

It took them zero time at all to find its source—or, should they say, It took zero time at all for the source to find them.

Two heavy hands roughly grab them by the shoulders and tackle them to the floor, one hand easily restraining their arms, the other harshly pressing their cheek into the soft dirt.

“The hell you doin’ here, herbivore?” The familiar voice of one Leona Kingscholar growled out.

Yuu sputters. “I was cleaning, jackass! Croweley sent me—and lemme go!”

They jerk wildly in their assailant’s hands to no avail. The bigger man pressed all his weight down onto them to keep them immobilized, much to their dismay.

“The damn crow sent you?” He clicks his tongue. “I shoulda known—I ask him to do one thing for me and and keep quiet about it and he goes and blabs to the nearest gofer to do it for him instead.”

They frantically nod their head in agreement, hoping to curry some of the temperamental lion’s favor. “Yeah, I get it, Crowley’s an asshole and can’t keep a sect for shit, now can you get off?”

Leona sniffs. “I’m already in a foul mood, do you really want to take your chances and order me around, herbivore?”

Do they? It’s not like they haven’t fought the lion beastmen at his most fearsome before and won but do they really want to fight him again? Yuu definitely could… but honestly? They really don’t want to do that at 6 in the morning before classes.

“Maybe if you got on your knees and sucked my dick I’ll let you off with a warning this time instead of knocking your teeth in.” He says in lieu of their response, his tone snarky.

Yuu deeply inhaled, then sighed. “Sure.”

Yuu feels the grip on them soften, just a tad. “Huh?” The snark in his tone was forgotten in the face of their calm, resigned acceptance of his offer.

“You heard me, I’ll suck you off if it means you leave me to my peace before classes start.” They state, flippantly. “I at least want to get a good extra two hours of sleep before I have to deal with school and me sitting here in the dirt, in this musty garden, isn’t getting me there any faster. Do you want your dick sucked or not?”

There’s silence, followed by their arms being relaxed and the heavy hand on the back of their head being lifted. Yuu revels in the feeling of no longer having their face smushed into the dirt or their arms constricted as they crawl to their knees and stretch.

Finally allowed freedom of movement, Yuu turns their head in the direction of their assailant. Sitting just a few coin tosses away was a disheveled Leona Kingscholar. He sits in his school uniform, though the orange vest signifying his status as a Savanahclaw student was nowhere to be seen, just his partially unbuttoned white dress shirt and black slacks—however, as Yuu takes a closer look at him, they can see where it all falls apart.

His signature braids that usually sit in his hair are missing, and his white button up is sweat soaked, basically see through—which explains why his vest was missing—and his pants…

“Oh wow,” they whistle, eyeballing the way his pants strained against his impressive erection, “Looking a little worked up there, aren’t we, Kingscholar?”

The man in question looks off to the side red faced. “Shut up! You gonna suck me off or not? Or do you want that ass whopping after all?”

They raised their hands in surrender. “Sorry, I’ll stop. It’s just, it’s not every day that I get to see the ever prideful and untouchable Housewarden of Savanaclaw look so… uh, how do I say this? Desperate? Needy,” they snap their fingers, “Desperate And needy?

Leona snarls at them, his teeth bared. “I’m in rut, damn it! I can’t help it!” He bites down on his venom and sighs. “I had asked Crowley to get some sedatives so I could ride this out, but instead he called you…” His voice dipped into a sneer at the end.

“Hey, newsflash, horny, I didn’t ask to be here!” They point to themselves. “And clearly Crowley can’t be trusted to do his job—you asking him for help was your first mistake.” Yuu then sighed, closing the distance between them and pushing Leona onto his back. “But, I guess I’m here to fix whatever this is now—seeing that the crow didn’t.”

They run their hands up down his body, getting a self-indulgent feel for his impressive form, before rising back up to his chest and kneading it through his shirt. Leona’s breath hitched as they made contact.

“E-easy now, Herbivore. You don’t know what you're messing with.” He says through grit teeth.

“I’ve messed with bigger and badder than you. Stop trying to act like a tough guy. Just relax and enjoy yourself.” They say, their hands still massaging his chest. “Should be easy for you, all you gotta do is sit back and look pretty, I’ll be the one doing all the work.” Like usual—but that last part goes unsaid.

Hesitantly, Leona nods.

“Good boy. Now,” they apply more pressure. “Relax~”

The lion beastmen bites his lip in retaliation, not deigning to give even the slightest hint of a moan or groan in Yuu’s favor. Not that they mind. They like it when they struggle.

In lieu of a response, Yuu’s hands slowly trails down his body, deftly unbuttoning his dress shirt as they did and exposing his toned upper body to the early morning air.

They whistle at the sight, taking in his impressive form and marveling at how his sweat soaked body glistened in the early morning sun. “Damn, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” they lean in close and rub their face into his hairy chest, breathing in his scent—earth and the sour smell of musk. The smell sent shivers straight to their dick. “I could get used to seeing you like this.”

As they once again went to take in his scent a familiar heavy hand landed on the back of their head, startling them. “Ey, Herbivore, I thought you were working on me?” Leona says between breaths.

They remove their head from between his cleavage and look up at him. “I am, but who said that I can’t get some pleasure out of this as well?” With that, they shoved their face back into his chest, though this time they resumed kneading his chest as they sat and huffed his scent.

Leona however, despite his red face and somewhat labored breaths, sits amused and unimpressed above them. To that, Yuu takes offense. While they already knew that Leona was a tough nut to crack, to think that he was able to remain somewhat composed even in a situation like this? It pisses them off, that even with the intensity of their touches, he still manages to hold it together—but that only inspires them to try even harder. Put in more effort, so to speak.

Shifting their head, they find themself face to face with one of the bigger man’s nipples. Licking their lips, they close the distance and begin lightly kissing it—and to that, the first unmuffled moan escapes the beastmen’s mouth.

The sounds coming out of Leona’s mouth as they kissed his chest was like music to their ears. Each realized moan and sharp expletive out of the lion’s mouth was like a drug to them���it gave them the energy needed to redouble their assault with extreme vigor, all to hear him come undone above them. Now, with one of Leona’s “weaknesses” discovered, they begin an assault, using their teeth to tease the nipple while alternating between gently roaming their tongue around his areola.

Leona shivered under their breath, his body shaking with barely controlled energy as they left mark after mark all over his chest.

Finally, the man all but shouts, “Herbivore stop before I ruin in my pants—“

And they stop, their lips leaving the shivering man’s chest. Leona getting his own this early on isn’t in the cards for him, not if Yuu has anything to say about it. They back away from the beastmen and sit cross-legged, arms folded. The other stares at them in annoyed confusion.

“Th-the hell you doin’, herbivore” Leona pants, his chest heaving.

“Letting you come down from whatever this,” they make a vague gesture in Leona’s direction, “is. I can’t have you tapping out this early in the games and besides—”

As fast as they made space between the two, Yuu closes the distance and begins peppering Leona’s body with kisses and hickies, staring from his chest, down his abdomen, along his happy trail until they finally were face to face with his twitching bulge.

“—I promised to suck you off and I haven’t done that yet.” They say, a wicked grin appearing on their face as they pressed a kiss against the other man’s still clothed erection. ”You might wanna lay back, I’ve been told that my skills were a little too… much for the average guy to handle.”

Leona scoffs. “You think I’m anything like the average guy? Awful big talk from an herbivore”

They roll their eyes. He’ll end up regretting those words soon enough if they have anything to say about it. Yuu all but rips the belt from around the beastmen’s waist as they undo his belt, tear off his pants, and tug off the beastman’s (Leopard print. Really?) boxers allowing the beastman’s, admittedly quite impressive, cock to bound out and into the morning light.

“Damn, and I thought it was big before I took it out of your pants…” Yuu blanches at the sight of the monster standing proudly before them.

Leona, noticing this, smirks proudly and snarks, “What? Getting cold feet now? Herbivore?”

Their eye twitches.

Cold feet? Them? It’d be a cold day in hell before that ever happens—they mean, they’ve fought both Malleus and Grim’s overblots, god dammit. If they could do that and survive to tell the story then they can handle some dick. No matter how big, impressive… or generally intimidating the dick may be.

They shake their head and slip on a mask of indifference, easily masking their initial hesitation with a cool exterior. “Don’t get too full of yourself. I’ve sucked bigger.”

“Have you?” He questioned, a teasing lit to his voice.

No.

They haven’t.

That was a lie.

But Leona doesn’t need to know that, does he?

“Yeah, I did.” They lied, their voice dripping with a cool confidence as they gave his cock a few teasing jerks. “Jack’s a big guy, ya know? In height, muscle, and apparently, other things as well.”

Leona’s eyes twitched at that and his pupils narrowed dangerously into slits. His pride as a man somewhat attacked at the thought of being compared and found inferior to a freshman of all people.

“Why don’t you go suck his dick instead, since you wanna verbally slob on it here—” Leona yelps.

Yuu squeezed his dick, hard. “You asked and I answered truthfully.” Truthfully lying. “If anything, if I could handle him, I can definitely handle you.”

Leona scoffs and leans back, resting on his elbows. “Then do it already and stop talking. Show me these “skills” you boast so much about.”

Yeah, they’ll show him their “skills” all right. By the time they're done with him they’ll be the only thing he’ll be thinking about for the next few days. They snicker under their breath, their thoughts running wild.

Confident, they take the tip of his cock into their mouth, their tongue roaming around the head questioningly as its strong taste and heavy smell assault their senses. It was difficult, at first, to get a feel of what works and what doesn’t. Most of their usual tactics were rendered useless on a cock of Leona’s size—one that barely fit into their mouth.

But that doesn’t deter Yuu in the slightest.

They use their hands to make up for what they can’t do with their mouth, their left fondling his fuzzy balls and their right pumping his cock—and that made all the difference. Leona was panting like a racehorse, his chest was heaving, and his arms shook under the weight of his own pleasure—just barely able to support himself.

Yuu couldn’t see him from their place between his legs but man oh MAN could they hear him and what they heard sent waves to their ego. Serves him right for underestimating them.

“S-shit!”

Their thoughts abruptly stop and thier eyes blow wide open as the man involuntarily bucks up into their mouth choking them with his cock as the massive thing violently assaults the back of their throat. It takes everything in them to not gag—fuck, it takes everything in them to retain their composure and throw up on the man.

Yuu extracts themselves from the cock with a small grimace and a trail of slob connecting them to his cock, then they all but snarl, “Do I need to tie you down?? You about fucking chocked me, asshole!”

“Really? To me it looked like you took that small bout of deep throating like a champ.” He smirks and tilts his head, his face flushed red with tension. “Didn’t gag or anything. Now get back to work, I’m getting soft over here.”

They scoff, indignant to his words, then immediately getsssssszc back to work. This time, now that they, whether they wanted to or not, got a… feel for his size and what pleasurable acts he liked, they allowed themselves to be bolder with their advances. Slowly they lowered their head onto his cock, taking him into their mouth until his cock reached the back of their through again, but this time?

They aren’t stopping there.

No, stopping there would be pussy shit and they aren’t a pussy. This time, they kept going. Steadying themselves by placing their hands on the ground, they slowly push the cock, albeit hesitantly, past their uvula, down their throat and soon enough they find themselves nose deep in his bush—basically pressed against his pelvis. Yuu could feel Leona's girth press against their airways from their throat, rendering the process of breathing uncomfortably difficult, but the pain was so so worth it when they felt full body shudders start running down the beastmen’s body and heard his loud moan echo throughout the botanical garden unrestrained like the fierce roar of his animal counterpart.

“Shiiiiit, herbivore…” He sucks in a breath. “Your skills aren’t bullshit after all.”

Of course they aren’t. Contrary to how they hold themselves here in twisted wonderland and how “touch me not” they are with the people here, they were known for slutting it up back home between college classes and part time jobs. So naturally this is nothing to them and their plethora of experience and they’re just getting started.

Yuu’s hands rose from the ground and trailed Leona’s inner thighs, inching closer and closer to the beastman’s ass, but coming full stop before getting any closer. Inquisitively, they look up at Leona from their place. The man in question just gives an uncharacteristically jerky nod, understanding their intentions.

Now that consent is theirs, they resume, their hands continuing thier trek upwards until they reach his twitching hole. Yuu slowly prodded at the puckered hole with a finger, anticipating resistance considering how much of a tight ass leona could be but to their shock their finger slipped in easily. Laughably easy, in their opinion.

Now they know he’s good for it if he ever puts it on the table, good information, if Yuu says so themself, and that they don’t need to take baby steps in fingering him. Seeing that he’s probably taken much bigger to have obtained such easy access. (Yuu still can’t get over that. Like holy shit, the Leona Kingscholar has been bent before. Who woulda thunk?)

Finding his g-spot, his prostate, was easy and once they had contact they finally heard—no, felt, Leona come undone. Ragged breaths, unfinished words, a large range of sharp curses—in what Yuu can only assume is the twst’s equivalent to Swahili—to pitiful pleading. Y’know, the works. And Yuu had the luxury of hearing all of it as they made a full frontal assault on his g-spot.

Man, if they could magic up a second pair of eyes to glimpse even a fraction of his fucked-out expression, Yuu could die a happy janitor. Too bad they don’t have magic (Cough) but the obscene amount of pre forcing its way down their throat was confirmation enough.

“I’m getting close…”

They extract themself from his crotch and smirk at him. “You gonna cum for me, Leo?”

He nods jerkily.

“You wanna cum in my mouth?” They say, teasing, inviting.

Leona nods again, faster this time.

Yuu smiles at him, a hint of genuine enjoyment on their face—one that sent lava pooling in the beastmen’s lower gut and slick pre-cum oozing from the tip of his cock. He’s close. They can taste it.

And that sends an idea though their mind.

“Say… you’ve been so good about doing as I say up till now, so, why don’t I let you have a freebie? Just this once, seeing that you're at your limit now.”

He looks at them confused, too out of breath to verbally respond but his eyes speak for him and at that Yuu explains his reward.

“I’m gonna let you fuck my face until you cum.” They make a lewd gesture with their hand to their mouth. “I want you to gag me like you mean it. Just like you did earlier.” Leona’s eyes widened. They continue. “I won’t put up a fight either. I know a big strong sexy lion like yourself loves easy prey, so I’ll be Just That~”

Yuu grabs Leona's hands and places them on the back of their head, then lays theirs down on the ground in an act of submission. He stares at them, an unreadable expression on his face, but his eyes showing… worry?

“Don’t worry, I can take a lot of punishment.” They assure, then they say, “Now have at me! We have twenty minutes until classes start and I wanna get outta here before students start showing up!” Or Crowley asked them to do something else. But that ain’t either here or there.

“…You sure?”

Yuu responds by kissing the tip of Leona’s weeping cock, winking at him as they did and the effect is immediate.

Leona pushes himself to his knees and begins desperately thrusting into their maw. His thrusts are slow at first, as if he’s afraid of hurting them or going to far, but slowly that worry fades to the back of his mind as lust overpowered reason and his desire to finally have release—and also maybe have the luxury of painting the cocky herbivore’s mouth white with his seed has his thrusting speed gradually increase to breakneck speeds.

There is no warning between the wet noises of Yuu’s gags and Leona’s animalistic grunts of the soon approaching beastmen’s climax, only a loud roar was given as thick ropes of cum spewed into the back of their throat, dribbled from the corners of their mouth, out of their nostrils and onto their coveralls due to this continued thrusts. But he wasn’t done yet, no, just one orgasm wasn’t enough to satiate him. Not in his state.

His thrusts became more erratic—choking them with his cock—and the copious amounts of cum he produced somehow? All of it, forced down their gullet each time, and no, they did not spit any of it out.

No spitting here. Spitters are quitters and Yuu isn’t a quitter. (They aren’t—and the leakage earlier was Leona’s fault, not theirs. They take no responsibility.)

And it’s not like Leona would let them spit anyway. (Which they wouldn’t, just so you know) The beastmen kept at least nine inches in them at all times and that wasn’t even all of him, he held into Yuu’s head in a vice-like almost desperate grip as his hips bucked into their face, releasing one last monster of a load down their throat before pulling out his now flaccid cock and collapsing beside them in a sweaty heap.

“Holy,” they cough, a result of some semen going down the wrong hole during the face fucking. Their voice is raspy to their own ears but they take it as a job well done. “Uh, holy shit. You were pent the fuck up, weren’t you? Didn't know anyone could cum like that outside of porn. Heheh.”

Yuu collapses their back and glances at Leona. The man is breathing heavily with his eyes closed, a hand on his forehead.

Tentatively, they say, “You good?”

“…Shouldn’t I be asking you that instead, Yuu?” He says lowly, turning his head in their direction. “Is your throat ok?”

“I’ve been through worse.”

His eyebrow raises, then he smirks. “Yeah, like Jack?”

They nod, caught in a lie, but not willing to admit it just yet. “Yeah, like Jack. You should try him out for a test drive and see how your throat holds up after. Won’t be so funny then when you're the one sounding like Dr. Girlfriend for the next couple of business days will it?”

“Yeah, right. But seriously, are you doin alright? I don’t hold anything back.” He asks again, a concerned glint in his otherwise tired eyes.

Again, they say, “And I told you that I could handle a lot of punishment. This is nothing if not a minor inconvenience to me—the most bothersome thing is that I smell like dick, sweat, cum, and dirt now, but other than that, all is good.”

Yuu hobbles to their feet and stretches, then turns on their heels and begins to leave.

“You’re leavin just like that? You didn’t even get to off yourself though…?” The beastmen questioned, now in a seated position.

“Yeah, a shame, I know. I got classes and I need to get ready,” they groan then yawn, exhaustedly. “Double shame that I spent so much time on you, I missed my pre-class nap…”

“Why not skip classes with me if you're so tired? No one’s gonna keel over if you miss a single day of class.”

Actually someone might. That someone being Grim. Knowing him, he’ll fuck up a potion and somehow make mustard gas or devil’s bane or some shit. Really, anything could happen if they leave him unsupervised. Ace too.

And Deuce.

… Do they really want to go to classes today?

…

Yuu walks back over to Leona’s prone form and flops down beside him, laying down.

Leona smirks at them, his tail flicking. “Stayin after all, Yuu?”

They shrug. “I can’t be bothered to deal with anyone’s bullshit today without at least a full twelve hours of sleep first.”

Yuu cuddles into him and Leona reciprocates by throwing an arm around them.

There’s a moment of comfortable silence between them.

“I’ll pay you back for your help, Yuu,” Leona promised, breaking the silence.

“I look forward to it… and put your pants back on.”

Twsited-Lemy June 24 DO NOT REPOST

[tang-o-archive]

Outside the Board

I just wrote this bc I wanted ta write me favorite chractas hangin out, but also gettin Chess whumped.

•Not Him•

Chess and Wick somehow meet up an become besties after TTH. They’re hangin out ina mall when an unexpected twist causes Chess to become triggered into a state of dissociation.

~~~

“Hey Chess, what do you think of this?“

Wick was holding up a jacket. It had some bright floral patterns on it, which reminded me of Wick’s old uniform.

I took another sip from my slushie, contemplating it in my code while taking in Wick’s relaxed expression. My screen shifted into a soft smile.

“I think it’s pretty damn fitting, you hippie.”

They shot me an eye-roll and began to try it on, testing the fit of the material. It reminded me of those jackets organics would get from attending high school, kind of like Lemon- ah, Lemie’s old uniform.

I took another sip of my drink, the cold liquid feeling tingly on my silicone tongue. I’ve always liked the colder foods that organics made, sometimes when I was good I would-

“I think that you look rather fit in it Wick. I bet it would look nice with embroidery too. You do seem to like crafting.”

Oh, the other code must have kicked in. Fuck, I need to stop spiraling into thinking tangents.

“Ah, feeling more serious?” He asked casually, taking notice of my changed eye display, “That is a good idea too, I’m thinking I might get it.”

Well, Prof was right, Wick looked like they belonged in something as comfortable as that.

“How is everything going?”

The voice creeps from over the clothing display.

A black hand, flecked with magic, is placed on the edge of the metal rack.

Familiar.

My slushie suddenly feels too warm. Too thick. I can barely muster up enough strength to get it through the straw.

“It is going very well Sir!”

Sir.

“We’re doing just fine. Our decision is already made, we don’t need assistance,” Wick’s deadpan voice creeps into the edges of my audio receptors. I barely even noticed my own voice before-

Wick takes my unburdened hand into his own, giving my metal a gentle squeeze.

“That is wonderful to hear. Let me know if you need anything else at any time.”

“Of course, Sir.”

I’m shaking. Why am I shaking?

Am I shaking?

It feels like I’m falling down to the ground? Why isn’t it happening why am I frozen still I-

“-c-~s, Chess-“

Oh- Wick’s here.

Oh, my slushie spilt all over the floor.

Oh, I finally fell… my knees are sticky.

“Chess, it’s alright. Hey, you don’t have to please him anymore. He’s gone-“

Gone..

“That wasn’t him, I promise. It was just an employee-“

Oh..

“A Coffee Pot objecthead. Nowhere similar. You’re safe.”

I felt Wick’s arm around my torso. It felt cold, like metal. Safe. Not organic and full of magic.

Wait, Wick-

“Fuck! Sorry Wick- I didn’t mean to, I didn’t even realize-“

My slushie’s all over the floor because I can’t even control my damn emotions. Wick helped pay for that too! And now she has to deal with me having a fucking breakdown over some guy?

“Shit- I’m sorry Wick-“

I feel a finger flick the front of my monitor.

“Hey now- you don’t gotta apologize. Where’s that unapologetic bastard I met back in hell? Who punched me straight in the monitor when I said shit about stuff I didn’t understand?”

Next was the hug. A cold embrace from a friend who now also has sticky knees from the stupid floor.

“Right. Okay. I’m not fucking sorry, and I totally should have shoved my drink at that guy’s face instead-“ I hastily breathed out, a lighter tone at the end of my words.

“Whatever you say. How about we go pay for this jacket and get out of here? Do you want another slushie, Chess?”

I look Wick in the eyes, seeing her gentle expression yet again.

She cares so much.

“Yeah- I think I would. Thank you Wick.”

[trillhouse-lh]

Cheers

>”Cheers,” Two siblings said as they clinked their glasses together in a toast. Lemy took a small sip of his bourbon, wincing slightly from the burning sensation. It had been a long time since he’d had something so strong… quite frankly, he just wasn’t able to afford the good stuff anymore. >”Thanks again.” He said to his brother. >”It’s the least I could do,” Bobby replied. “I owe you one for picking up Robbie today. Besides, we don’t get to do this too often. I haven’t even had a drink since the last time you were in town.” Lemy chuckled. >”Yeah… s’pose that’s true.” The roadie said. It hardly came as a surprise to Lemy that Loan didn’t like having alcohol in the house, given her early life. “Well, looks like I’m gonna be sticking around for a bit, at least.“

>”What do you mean…?” Bobby asked. Normally, he’d be happy that Lemy was going to be around more… but right now, there was something in his brother’s voice that told him this wasn’t a good thing. Lemy frowned and took a drag of his cigarette. >”The Midnight Warriors are breaking up,” Lemy explained. “They haven’t gone public yet, but they’ve already split. Manager’s just holding out in some stupid hope that they’ll work out their differences, but they won’t. So… I’m out of a job.” >”Damn… I’m sorry, man.” Bobby said softly. “I’m sure you’ll find another gig soon.” Lemy simply sighed and shook his head. >”Ain’t that easy anymore, bro… ain’t that easy.” He muttered. “The fact is, times are changing… equipment’s getting streamlined to the point where even a monkey could set it up. Last year, it was self-tuning guitars. This year it was compact, portable sound systems that sound even better than the full-sized ones. Set up in SECONDS. I guarantee you, next year they’re gonna have fucking machines handling everything.” He shot a nasty look at the robotic bartender that had served him… not that it noticed, of course. “…There’s just no place in the industry for tech guys like me anymore.”

>”Oh…” Bobby frowned, staring down into his Long Island Iced Tea in thought. “Well… what about one of those indie bands? Y’know, ones that probably couldn’t afford any of that new stuff.” >”Tried,” His brother grumbled. “Been trying for weeks. Only band that got back to me was called The Fist-Fucking Grandmothers, and quite frankly that’s the last thing I want on my resume.” Bobby couldn’t help but snicker into his palm.  >”That can’t be real.” >”Swear to God.” Lemy chuckled. “Anyway, I’m calling it. Game over. Time to move on to… I dunno. Something.” His face scrunched up again as he took another sip of bourbon. It burned, but it burned so good. >”So… you don’t know what you’re going to do?” Bobby asked. >”…I don’t.” Lemy admitted. He took another drag of his cigarette before tapping out the ash into a nearby ashtray.

>”How… how long have you been jobless?” Bobby asked. His brother exhaled, blowing out a plume of smoke. >”’Bout a month or so.” Lemy muttered. >”Jesus, Lemy-“ >”It’s fine. Don’t… don’t worry about it. I’ll figure this out.” He said in a futile attempt to reassure his brother. Bobby simply shook his head, staring at the former roadie in disbelief. >”Figure this out…?! Lemy, how much money do you even have?” Bobby asked in a serious tone. >”Bobby, don’t-“ >”How much, Lemy?!” He asked again, louder this time. Lemy furrowed his brow, taking another sip of his drink before answering.

>”...Around $800. Give or take.” Lemy stared down into the bourbon, giving it a swirling it around slightly; he could feel the younger man’s eyes on him, but couldn’t bring himself to look. Then, out of the corner of his eye he saw his brother getting out his walled. “Bobby, NO.” >”I’m not letting you scrape by on $800, Lemy.” Bobby stated plainly. He pulled several $100 bills from his wallet and offered them to his brother. “Here. Take it.” >”For fuck’s sake, Bobby…” Lemy groaned. “This is my problem, not yours. I’m not taking your money.” >”If you don’t, I’ll rip it up.” Bobby declared. “Take it, Lemy. I know you’d do the same for me.” Lemy frowned, his eyes flicking from his brother to the money in his hand. Truth was, he DID need it… he was barely getting by as is. With a sigh of resignation, he took the money.

>”…Thanks.” Lemy grunted as he put the bills in his own wallet. “When the hell did you get so assertive, huh?” >”Learned it from you.” Bobby said before taking a sip of his Long Island. Lemy gave a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly. >”It’s funny,” He said. “Used t’ be that I was the one looking out for you. Now you’re the one looking out for me.” Lemy scoffed and looked away, the bitterness in his voice evident. “…It’s pathetic.” >”We’re brothers, Lemy. We look out for each other.” >”Yeah, but I’m older. It’s not supposed to be… it’s not supposed to be like this. I shouldn’t have to take charity from my little brother.” Lemy muttered.

>”It’s not CHARITY, Lemy.” Bobby countered. “You’re in a rough spot right now… there’s no shame in needing a little help.” Lemy sighed and looked at his brother. He’d changed so much in the past twelve years. Not so much physically… he looked nearly the same now as he had at sixteen, albeit taller and sporting a few wrinkles. But beyond that, he was no longer the timid boy he had once been. Soft-spoken around most people, perhaps… but not timid. >”You really have grown, Bobby.” Said the metalhead. “Seems like just yesterday that you were a trembling nervous wreck. Now you’ve got a job you love, you’ve got a WOMAN you love, and you’ve got an amazing daughter. But me? I haven’t changed a fucking bit. I’m still the same failure I always was.”

>”…You’re not a failure, Lemy.” Bobby said with a frown. “You-“ >”Y’know I never gave a shit about this roadie thing?” Lemy cut in. “I only did it because I COULD. Hell, it was ALL I could do... I’m good with that kind of stuff. But all I’ve ever wanted to be is a musician. I STILL practice, even now… and I’m still fucking terrible. It’s all I’ll ever be.” He paused to down the rest of his bourbon in one go; Bobby couldn’t help but wince at the sight. “Like I said… a failure.” >Bobby sighed, drumming his fingers against the countertop in thought. “You know… the only reason I am where I am today is thanks to you. If it wasn’t for you, I’d never have told Loan how I felt. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have given up on writing after my first few rejection letters. If it wasn’t for you, I’d… I’d be nothing.” The younger man said.

>”You’re just saying that,” Lemy muttered. His brother shot him an irritated glance. >”It’s true,” Bobby said in a serious tone. “You always pushed me to be more than I was. You taught me to TRY. You gave me something to LIVE UP to.” Lemy took another drag of his cigarette in silence, so Bobby continued. “The Lemy I knew never gave up, no matter how bad things got, and you never gave up on ME either. It’s time I do the same for you.” >Lemy frowned, taking a moment to mull things over. Finally, a small smirk crossed his face. “You know, you never were just a brother to me. You were my best friend… don’t think I’ve ever said that before.” The metalhead chuckled softly, tapping out some ash into the ashtray.  Bobby returned his brother’s grin with one of his own. >”As if you had to.” Bobby said as he took a sip of his drink. “Feeling’s mutual, though. You’re my best friend too… besides Loan, of course.” >”Well, I guess I do have some pretty stiff competition.” Lemy shrugged.

>”By the way… where’ve you been staying?” Bobby asked. Lemy’s face fell slightly. >”…In my van.” He admitted. >”Not anymore,” Bobby said. “You’re staying with us till you get back on your feet.” >”Bobby-“ >”I’m not budging on this, Lemy.” The younger man stated definitively. “You’re not sleeping in a van, and that’s that.” >”But you live in an apartment, bro.” Lemy muttered. >”It’s big enough, trust me.” Bobby assured him. “Our couch folds out into a bed. Way better than a car seat, I’m sure.” Lemy gave a resigned groan and leaned back in his seat.

>”Alright, alright… might take a bit, though. Like I said, I’ve got no idea where to even START.” Lemy said. >”Don’t worry about it. I’ll help you.” Bobby said. “Besides… I’m sure Robbie will be happy to have her favorite uncle around. You mean the world to her, you know.” Lemy chuckled; though he’d never admit it, the tough little girl was his favorite niece as well. >”I swear, one of these days I’ll pay you back for all this.” Lemy promised. >”Don’t worry about that. This is the least I can do for you.” Bobby smirked and patted his older brother on the back. “You’ll get through this… I know you will. If Loan and I could get ourselves sorted out, you can too.” His older brother smiled, taking one last puff of his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray.

>”…Thanks, Bobby. I mean that.” Lemy said sincerely. Bobby returned his smile before finishing off the rest of his drink >”You don’t need to thank me, either. Now then…” Bobby signaled the robotic bartender. “Hey, barkeep… one more of each, please.” >[COMING RIGHT UP,] The ‘bartender’ paused a moment as it searched its database. [MR. LOUD.] Within seconds, the robot had prepared a perfectly mixed Long Island and poured EXACTLY 42ml of bourbon into a glass. It swiveled around at the waist, setting down the drinks and taking the two empty glasses. [THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATRONAGE.] >”Thanks,” Bobby needlessly said before raising his glass. “Cheers.” Lemy smirked and raised his own. >”Cheers,” He said as he tapped his glass against his brother’s.

[occupyvenus]

Let’s talk about THE INTERVIEW

Before anyone starts to freak out, look at this section of the “interview” with grrm coming right after the jonsa “debunk” and tell me if this is something Grrm would ever say: (translated from spanish to english using google translate, so some of the pronouns are off and the grammar is a bit wacky):

-I am interesting that I named Arya, who has been developing a psychopathic character throughout the saga. Do you have salvation? I know that his wife adores her, although it would also seem crazy to me that his crimes were justified when revenge dominates his life.

-Arya is a girl who has sought to survive at all costs. It is not Sansa, who has assumed the role that would correspond to any noblewoman of the time. Arya has a difficult character to handle. He could have let himself be killed or given to the Lannisters to be used as one more piece of the game of thrones; but decided to act as they would have done with her to get here. Salvation would have everyone if they reflected a few seconds; but few decide to change course once they make a decision. It has been shown that revenge is not the best way to do justice, it always ends up paying.

Did “grrm” just really turn to an unsolicited, snarky Sansa side-bashing when asked about Arya? Answering a question about Arya developing “pychopathic traits” and revenge by pointing out how she’s not like Sansa because she “sought to survive at all costs, didn’t assume the role of ordinary noblewomen and didn’t let herself become a piece to be used by the Lannister, because she decided to ACT, MAN!” Fuck the sympathetic characterization I created for Sansa. Arya rules. Sansa sucks. Also he doesn’t even go into Arya’s characterization and her supposed “psychopathic character”, I’m pretty sure he would have some interesting things to add to this interpretation. “George” solely uses this question to throw some shade at Sansa. Also, someone brings up the topic of being preoccupied with revenge and “george” doesn’t bring up Lady Stoneheart? A character he talks about whenever possible, because he’s so pissed about her not being included in the show? Seriously, Arya is the example of revenge not being the best way to do justice? This honestly feels like a bit of a mix of show and book canon, post-frey pies.

This rhetoric resembles that of the usual sansa-hating, anti-jonsa community so strikingly and is so unlike the way grmm usually speaks.

Here’s something George said in an actual interview about sexual violence, women in asoiaf and how their characters are perceived by female readers:

I’m very proud of the creation of Arya and Catelyn and Sansa and Brienne and Daenerys and Cersei and all of them. It’s one of the things that gives me the most satisfaction, that they’ve been so well-received as characters, especially by women readers who are often not served.

This might be a bit nitpicky and nuances could have easily been lost in the double translation, but this statement:

-Question made by Lemi Noe (A Group Does Not Have a Name): It is the first series in which I see that many women are considered heroines: Arya, Brienne, Daenerys ..., what do you think when you see how many real women feel identified? with them in a world like the Game of Thrones?

-I'm proud of it. For me women are people and should have their place in the world, like any man. When I write about my female characters in such a macho era and I get them to rise above the possibilities that environment would never have given them, I cry inside. A current woman is still facing those problems in society and for me it is an honor to cause that effect in many people.

does not really resemble George’s usual views on feminism and/or writing strong female characters in a highly patriarchal world. This emphasize on women “rising above the possibilities given to them” (BECAUSE THEY DECIDED TO ACT!!!) fits more into reddits “sansa is weak and useless” take on feminism. This statement just strikes me as very odd and not something grrm would say.

AND THEN THERE’S THIS GEM:

Question formulated by Víctor Alfonso (LA MURALLA): How satisfied are you with the direction of the seventh season of the series, since the story in this one covers unknown territory in the books?

I'm very happy with the work of the producers. It is a story that will differ from mine in many ways and I have no complaints; they handle one version, I the other.

A statement that completely contradicts the epic shade he threw at D&D when stating that he doesn’t watch season 7 because “he doesn’t have the time”, while fangirling over the last kingdom.

Here are a few more things from the interview that at least seem ... rather odd to me:

So, is not Jon the hero of this story? Daenerys would not deserve a reward after living in exile since childhood?

I do not like labels. All my characters have suffered, each in his own way. For something I write from their points of view, so that we can all understand why they do what they do and how they feel in front of the enemy. For the Lannister, the Starks are the bad guys. It would not be fair to dismiss them as villains or their rivals as heroes. Is Jon a hero? You can, but so is Jaime Lannister, Sam Tarly or Stannis Baratheon. Each of them has been a coward once, but also brave. If you ask me if Jon is the hero of this story, I answer that he is not; all are important as long as they remain alive among my pages and they will have the same opportunity to prove their worth. Regarding Daenerys, I do not think that deserving, in this saga, is synonymous to obtain. In real life, because you are a good person, you do not get everything you want. I try to make my story as realistic as possible and some may see their struggle rewarded, but not all.

So “George” starts by pointing out that everyone can be a hero a villain, depending on your side and position, but when it comes to Dany he simply implies that she might not obtain the throne, despite deserving it for being a good person, because life is unfair? Doesn’t feel like george’s usual, well thought out answers. Compare this to his statement about sheer force in the form of dragons might not be enough to secure Dany’s victory, there’s more to ruling than brute force and military strength. Awfully different tones, wouldn’t you agree?

Then there’s of course the passage about “shipping”, which basically consists of the jonsa-debunk arguments you can read all over the internet. I’m not even going to repeat them, since we all heard them about a million times before. The creator of the series brings forward the same contradicting arguments as your everyday redditor? He has nothing more to add? Sounds fake, but okay.

I’ll admit that some parts of this interview are pretty convincing (probably because those parts mostly paraphrase stuff he has said before), but together with the suspicious circumstances of this “interview's” release, the general spoiler-y and conclusive tone of some statements and a couple of things that simply don’t fit into grrm’s usual rhetoric, I’m pretty sure it’s fake. The lengths people will go to for a few days of internet fame. 

[zeetasposts]

Thanks so much for the tag! Hehehe my power is out so i appreciate the distraction ❤❤❤🥰🌻@lordsister hehehe so here we go!

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Love yall so much! So im ganna tag these unlucky victims next

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[twisted-lemy]

LoveDrug

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GNC!Reader x Leona Kingscholar (there are two moments where Leona mention’s his ass feeling sore… take of that what you will, mc is still gnc even with a huge ✨disco stick✨)

CW: Drug use, accidental drugging, induced rut, dub con, Somnophilia

~🩷🦁🩷~

Leona never thought much of y/n, and in all honesty? He never really had reason to. When they first came to Savanaclaw he thought very little of them—they, having been a Heartslabyul transfer and a rabbit beastmen at that, were already major tip offs to him that they wouldn’t amount to much in his eyes. An herbivore in a dorm of carnivores, it’d be a miracle if they survived a month—let alone a week, in his dorm.

So color him surprised that not only did they survive in a dorm full of people bigger and badder than them, they thrived. They’ve made it very clear to not have their “nice” be mistaken as “naive” or be taken lightly in any capacity. Not only as a person, but in sports as well. They may as well be the only other person who could fully keep up with him in magi-shift practice, easily matching his unique skills with those of their own. What y/n lacked in raw strength they made up for in speed and tactics—y/n easily danced circles around the lion beastmen and his men with speed both typical of their beastmen subtype and downright inhuman for any regular beastmen to have—all with a dopey smile on their face that sent his heart into overdrive. Safe to say, he was more than a little amazed.

From that point on he found his gaze lingering on them a second longer than usual during practice and his thoughts falling back to them at the most random of moments. Even when sleep claims him his dreams are filled with them—about how they tend to turn up their nose at strictly meat dishes, how their eyes crinkle up whenever you smile, how melodic their thunderous laughter was to him, how they tend to rapidly tap their foot whenever they’re lost in thought…

About how their school uniform pants strain to contain their well trained legs, or how the sweet scent of roses and fresh carrots tend to linger on them even after coming out of practice sweat soaked and musty, or how they use their shirt to wipe the sweat off their face and a glimpse of their snail trail can be seen, or how easy it would be to simply corner them and mark them as his—

Dreams like that leave him waking up more than a little ashamed of himself but he won’t deny having entertained the thought of fucking them silly until their body and his were bound from this life into the next. Just the thought of it has his dick straining against his slacks.

It’s then and there that Leona decides that he can’t live like this—not without fucking them at least once. At least then if he hits he can get over them and move on with his life. Hopefully. So, like the schemer he is, he cooks up a plan to do just that—for his sanity, of course. He’s definitely not doing this because his hand only does so much for him now in place of actually fucking them. Or because his dreams of them have veered hard left into nineties’ porno territory. Hell no…

But in the solitude of his room, he will silently admit that it’s just that.

In his hand is a vial of suspicious pink liquid—an aphrodisiac he had Ruggie cook up for him while the school's lab was empty. Its effects should be potent enough to induce rut-like symptoms strong enough to almost definitely put him out of order for a few days, and while he’s “sick” he’ll have Ruggie send them to him, ”to bring him his homework.” Y/n, being y/n, will get concerned for him like the sentimental fool that they are and immediately take the request.

And hopefully things will pan out from there, which it should. With September coming so soon it means that rabbit mating season is right around the corner and that will almost definitely make y/n more receptive to his advances…and, well, let’s just say that Leona isn’t at all opposed to being your on-call stress relief if need be.

With that he downs the vial in one long gulp, choking down the pungent taste of fermented strawberries.

~🩷🐰🩷~

Leona missed practice again today. While it isn’t exactly new to you for him to be gone for days at a time, ditching his classes no doubt, for him to miss this many days of practice? That’s just alarming.

And while you are worried about your housewarden, you don’t exactly have half a mind to go looking for him either. You already have enough on your plate—between magi-shift, track, your duties as the head of the new gardening club, and your tri-annual rut right around the corner, you simply don’t have enough time to worry for him, let alone go looking for the man. So you put him out of your mind and get ready to leave practice for the day, something you’ve been finding yourself doing a lot lately.

As you finish packing away your things and bidding farewell to your magi-shift buddies, Ruggie walks up to you. You notice that he looks kind of tired, like he’s been run ragged. By all the jobs he works or something else? You can’t even begin to imagine.

Empathetically, you say, “Bucchi san, you aren’t looking too hot… you okay?”

The hyena laughs a humorless laugh. “Like hell I am. Leona’s been running me ragged with all these requests and chores for the last few days—“Get me this super limited edition beef sandwich from the cafeteria,” this, “I need you to wash my sheets,” that.” He roughly runs his hands through his hair in annoyance. ”It’s been nothing but nonstop requests from him with no breaks and I can’t fucking take it anymore—!!”

You take a step back, not used to seeing your classmate anything short of jovial or snarky. Just makes you wonder what kind of hell these few days have been for him. “That sounds…”

Ruggie then suddenly grabs them by the collar and all but begs, “C’mon y/n, can you help me out here?!” He produces a thick folder of papers from his school bag and pushes it in your direction. ”Leona has some missed work that he needs sent to him and I’m too tired to do it myself… he also won’t let me in his room…”

While you already have much to do yourself, you can sympathize with his current predicament. Begrudgingly, you take the thick folder from Ruggie. “I’ll see what I can do… but one question—“

Ruggie is gone before you could ask.

“…If you couldn't enter Kingscholar’s room… how will I?”

No one was there to answer your question. Not like you needed it—if Leona won’t let you in you could always go about your business as per usual, in fact, the sooner you try and inevitably fail, the sooner you can get things moving along!

“Right!” You slap your cheeks and bounce on your feet, a habit of yours before tackling tough obstacles, then go on your merry way.

The trek to Leona’s room was short, though you did notice some oddities on the way. Most of the students that just so happened to ask you about why you were in a hurry blanched at you when you told them that you were going to see Leona—some even clapping you on the shoulder and offering their condolences and that’s not even counting the faint, yet pungent, smell that wafted through the corridor leading up to his bedroom door. It smelled of sweat and overripe strawberries—all of which was weird, to say the least, but you remain undeterred.

You knock on his door. “Kingscholar senpai! I got your homework!!”

No reply.

You frown and try for his doorknob. You aren’t expecting it to be unlocked, but when you see that is you’re quite surprised. Nonetheless, you enter anyway and god GOD. The room was dim and reeked of something fierce yet sweet at the same time—in the same way that molded fruit does—and the floors were littered with dirty clothes, empty vials of who knows what, and something… sticky? You had to take extra care to not accidentally step on any of the vials or sticky spots, lest you trip onto his not-so-clean floor and mat your fur. And on the bed, which happens to be the only somewhat clean part of the room, was Leona, seemingly asleep under a thin blanket.

“Kingscholar senpai… are you okay?” You say hesitantly, your ears flopping onto your head as you inch closer. To say that you have a “bad feeling” would be a disservice to your instincts.

Once you got to him, all in a second, Leona pounced on you, quickly leaping from out of his bed and tackling you to the floor.

You land with an oof, your breath escaping you as you feel your entire world spin. Once you got your bearings and blinked the pain out of your eyes, you looked up at the man before you and felt your eyes widen and your face heat up as a result.

Directly above you, a clothless Leona Kingscholar, save for leopard print boxer briefs, pins you to the floor.

“S-senpai!?!” You sputter, averting your eyes out of respect for your upperclassmen. “What are you doing?

He ignores you in favor of resting his head between the crook of your neck, huffing in your scent. You gasp at the contact of his nose rubbing into the small of your neck and begin squirming in your laying position—uncomfortable, but…

“S-senpai, have you lost your mind?! You shouldn’t be doing this… I’m…” exactly a few days away from becoming a sex-maniac, and if Leona keeps this up you may end up entering your breeding cycle a whole. Week. EARLY!

It’s hell in a handbasket to deal with, if you want to be technical about it, and most of your older partners have dumped you headfirst into a ditch because they couldn’t handle you… But you can’t exactly tell him that! You have your pride to safeguard!

He lifts his head up and faces them, his extremely dilated eyes to their wide ones. “You’re what? Exactly what I’m looking for? That’s what you are.” Leona slurred, his voice a low timbre. His lips met yours in a messy kiss, the taste of strawberry coating your mouth as his tongue roamed through your mouth. You find yourself accidentally swallowing his saliva as he explores your mouth.

“Mmmph—?!” You manage to get a hand free and sock him in the face, he falls on top of you like a sad sack of potatoes. “Have you lost your damn mind?! I don’t know what made you think that I was easy prey, but—?!”

Your words catch in your throat. A warm, slimy feeling crawls up your spine and sends your senses into overdrive. Your body heats up, a cold sweat begins to coat your body, and your mind begins to fail you…

“What is…” happening to you? You can’t think straight… and suddenly, your unconscious housewarden looks so… appetizing to you.

He is handsome, you think to yourself. His strength as a leader when he tries, his deep voice… his overall physical attractiveness—even with the ugly purple bruise forming on his jaw from your punch… If he was in your league you could see yourself pursuing him…

…

He came onto you first. If anything, it means he feels the same. Right? So… what happens next isn’t your fault. Yeah?

…You frown through the haze that entraps you, disgusted at yourself. You can’t believe that you're rationalizing what’s basically attempted assault in your head… or the fact that you're about to do the same to him—and you… know… that it’s bad, but the heat under your skin is beginning to drive you crazy—

—Leona looks so handsome while he sleeps, so at peace, you note, and the way he clings to you, even unconsciously, isn’t doing you any favors either—or how he grinds his erection into your crotch, smearing his precum onto your groin area—eliciting no small amount of guilty moans from you. You have to cover your mouth just to muffle the noise because in your state? You can’t control the volume.

Y’know what? Fuck it. Fuck your moral compass. Fuck your inhibitions—and especially fuck your guilty conscience.

You need this—and if Leona's actions earlier mean anything, he does too. You feel a little less guilty as you push the man on his back and crawl yourself between his legs… pulling down his briefs… and…

…

~🩷🦁🩷~

Leona doesn’t come back to his senses immediately. At first, all he knows is a comfortable darkness and sense of unbeing—a calming reprieve from the all consuming lust he’s cursed himself with for what felt like an eternity, but it seems that it wasn’t meant to last, like all other good things in his life.

The first sensation that he felt came back to him was the stinging of his lower jaw, a soreness in his lower intestine and then immediately after that the tight warm wet sensation of something bouncing on his cock.

Blearily, he cracked his eyes open—and as soon as he did, he felt them grow to the size of dinner plates. Y/n was fucking themselves on his cock. Clothes discarded, their head thrown back, a hand pinching one of their nipples and the other pleasuring themselves—they… they were using him like a dildo.

Only awake for a few seconds and Leona’s already found himself in what he can only call another dream. Because holy shit. The tight wetness of their cunt was better than any fantasy his brain had ever cooked up, and their body—his dreams did them a disservice, because reality is better than fiction, and what he’s seeing now only made his dick grow even harder.

“Ngh, having fun there, herbivore?” He says, his voice rough with desire and breathless despite only just waking up but with a smile on his face nonetheless.

Caught in the act, y/n stops in their movements. Sluggishly, they turn their gaze to Leona and level him an expressionless stare. The lion’s smile dims, only slightly.

Unaware or unbothered by his expression change, y/n leans in close to him, just until they were face to face, and says in a breathy tone of voice, “Shut up and kiss me, Kingscholar.”

Don’t have to tell him twice. His hands roughly grab them by the shoulders and pull them into a kiss, the taste of them on his tongue was intoxicating—a drug far more potent than any effect the love potion (that he’s macro-dosed himself with) could ever hope to achieve.

“This is… soo much more enjoyable when you're being more… reactive.” They say, between kisses.

“Was I no good unconscious?” He replies, slightly amused.

They pause, gathering their thoughts, then say, “You reacted. Some,” their hands trailed lightly across his chest, Leona’s breath catching as a sharp stinging pain shot through his body at their touch. “To my touch, I mean, you even mumbled my name in your sleep while I… well, none of those half-baked reactions compare to what I’m seeing now, is all.”

They lean in to kiss him some more, stealing the breath off his lips in a passionate french kiss. Leona reveled in the feeling of their tongue on his, feeling around in his mouth, fighting its own space in his—it was a feeling he found himself getting lost in, a feeling that he get used too.

Pulling away, they breathe out, “It’s much more fun when I can see your eyes on me, watching me...”

“Y/n…” His voice came out as a weak rasp, barely able to comprehend what he was hearing—what he was seeing. All that he knew was that it made his heart run laps in his chest.

They rock their hips on his cock, squeezing his it with the inner walls of their cunt eliciting a grunt from Leona. “Turns me on… having a captive audience.”

He smiles at them, all teeth. “Really? Don’t take you for a voyeur, herbivore.”

They match his smile. “I like the attention—especially when it’s coming from tough guys like you. Now stop talking and fuck me already—If I wanted a talking dildo that sat there and took it I’d go commission one from Idia.”

In one swift motion, y/n hops off his dick and flops onto their back spreading their legs invitingly, a teasing and hungry smile on their face. Leona wastes little time rising to their not-so-subtle challenge and pouncing on them, slamming his cock into their cunt with all the force of a freight train and a man hypnotized.

His thrusts were rough and erratic—seemingly selfish for his own pleasure, but make no mistake that he made sure that they got off on this fuck too. Leona teased their nipples with his fingers and planted wet kisses all over their face, neck, chest, and—fuck, he even pulled out so that he could kiss them down their snail trail and devour them until they came in his mouth.

Y/n delighted moans echo off the walls of his room as Leona marks them all across her body, their voice driving him to the point of no return. Quickly, he reinserted himself into their cunt and began thrusting again until he felt his vision almost white-out as he painted their inner walls with his seed.

Like a puppet with its strings cut, he collapsed beside them, breathless, tired, and very satisfied with himself. But all too quickly as the adrenaline and euphoria of their little romp began to fade, he felt himself whitening in horror as his own actions came back to haunt him.

As fast as he could, he crawled to his knees and in a rare show of humility, he swallowed his pride, placed his hands on the ground, lowered his head to the floor and said, “Shit—herbi—l/n-san, I am so sorry—I have no idea how I’m gonna make it up to ya, but I swear—“

Y/n shushes him as they lift him by the shoulders back into a sitting position beside them, a bemused expression on their face. “What are you apologizing for? That fuck was amazing! If anything, I should be apologizing for using you in your sleep.”

His ears press back against his head. “I basically drugged and forced myself on you…”

“You did—I’ll give you that—and it is fucked up, but I’ll also like to mention that you didn’t seem to be… all there when you did, so I’ll look past it. Just this once, only because it was you.” They then turn away and begin flexing their fingers before balling them into a fist. Quietly they add, “If it was anyone else, they���d be in the pieces cast away to rot in the middle of the ocean by now…”

Leona’s face heats up for a moment, then quietly he says, “So you're not mad..?”

Y/n turns to look at him, blank for a moment, then a wide, warm, yet hungry smile spears across their face. “No, I’m not mad. But I will be if you aren’t easy access these next few days.” They then laugh sheepishly as they rub the back of their head. “I think my rut is starting sooner than I expected… heh heheh… and, well… y’know.”

“…You wanna hook up with me again? Even after all that?”

“Especially after all that!” They closed what little gap between them and threw an arm around Leona’s shoulder and pulled him in close, much to his surprise. “That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had! And I’ll be damned before I give up on an ass or dick like that! No way!”

Leona couldn’t agree with them any faster if he tried. He’d be damned if he let an opportunity like this pass him by and… his feelings for them haven’t dampened a single bit—even after fucking them silly. But that’s fine. He’s more than willing to shove aside his past hangups and foster whatever relationship this little arrangement of theirs will bring if it means staying with them, for just a little while longer…

…

Wait. Is that why his ass is sore?

Twisted-Lemy 2025 (DO NOT REPOST)

[twisted-lemy]

Yo, name's Lemy, just your average Tumblr goer who was inspired to share their own thoughts and stories with the world. I mean... it'd be a damn shame to let my wonderful ideas rot in my head, wouldn't it?

To preface, this is a Twisted Wonderland slash fic/ text post account, though I’m sure those of you familiar around these parts know that already lol

Any textpost series will be tagged with #twst (insert series name here)

Requests will always be tagged #twst requests,

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I don’t have many rules reguarding requesting other than followin' respectful requesting educate like you would anywhere else and to be mindful that this is a primarily mlm account. As I myself am a gay male my work is often written from the perspective of one, so naturally I won’t be taking any f/m, f/f requests or anything similar—though with some exceptions, such as trans masculine or gender nonconforming readers.

But if you desire family dynamic posts or any of similar effects, you’re just in luck! I like to dabble in m-preg from time to time~ 😏

However, I do have Four strict Don’t’s that I am not willing to compromise on when it comes to writing, they are few, but just as important.

The Four Don’t’s

I will not write ANY nasty fetish stuff (sc@t, v0re, w0und fuc!ing, ect.)

No rape or explicit non con

Absolutely NO INCEST

By no means will I write any insane age gap (and by that I mean no small child x adult fics)

This ain’t that kinda place, cuz in this house we’re are all ✨classy✨ fujos, so take that nasty shit somewhere else. Other than that, I’m open to almost any kind of content or requests, NSFW or not, so be sure to hit me up when requests are open~

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