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leona kingscholar's gift for tonight seems a little bit special

cw tw // nsfw , mindbreak , overstimulation , don't open the post if you dont want to see there are graphic drawing

art is commissioned to tasya and fic written by me, please do not steal them

“Leona, I’m only letting you have Patricia this once and bring her back before nine, clean and bathed, not limping. Do you understand?” Vil Schoenheit was disgusted with himself to say it outloud, he wasn’t keen on giving away his best friend for the night to the despicable prince but he also knew if he swung by her room tonight, she would be gone already. So why not set some ground rules?

“Oh and what about the other times that have already happened?” Leona smugly replied, before laughing as he saw Vil bursting with a cuss word he tried to hold back so desperately with the assistance of Rook and Epel beside him.

When the party was over, Leona returned to Savannaclaw and wasted no time after he took the shower and changed, straight to his room for what Patricia had prepared for him tonight. He was getting giddy with excitement, was it a brand new lingerie? Was it her, lying naked on his bed? Or the repeated same old tricks with nothing but stiletto?

And again, his phone dropped for the second time in his history when he opened the door, thinking he was prepared but he wasn’t at all. Leona closed the door immediately as his eyes couldn’t be averted at anything else beside Patricia laying on her bed with nothing but ribbon, covering her private parts and tying her hands, like she was a gift delivered to him.

So, she went classic, yet Leona Kingscholar couldn’t help but say he liked this old surprise thing. Patricia only smiled a sly one, seemed like he was enjoying the view a bit too much to stand on the side of the bed while staring at her with his members getting hard and his tail wagging excitedly behind him.

“Leona, do you like your present? Patricia asked the obvious question as she saw the glint on his eyes.

“A little bit too much, how do you manage to tie yourself anyway? No one saw you like this before me, right?” Leona asked, from fascination to a sudden possessiveness.

“We have magic, I tie myself up with some practical magic as you can see the pen has fallen on the floor.” Patricia answered, Leona averted his gaze to see her pen on the floor for a second before returning back to the smug Patricia.

“Now, untie me Leona.” Patricia offered her hands to the said male who was climbing up on top of her. She was too excited for the night.

“Nope,” Leona replied before ravishing her with a kiss, which startled her, what did he mean by no? Patricia tried to break it off with only her face, and when she did, she asked him a bit enraged.

“What do you mean by nope?!”

“Maybe I want to let my gift rip herself apart slowly,” Leona answered as he positioned himself behind her, placing Patricia on his lap. His fingers trickled down from her covered ribbon nipple, that was clearly hard as Patricia jolted a bit from his touch, to her belly before reaching her abdomen, ghosted over her lip’s opening up and down as Patricia moaned “Leonaaa,” needily to his ears, then he untied the ribbon on her abdomen.

“Starting with this one tear to your hole, Patricia.” Leona whispered as he inserted the tip of his finger to scavenge around her lips,playing with the glands it produced, making Patricia’s whining intensified before inserting his finger one too suddenly earning a yelp from Patricia.

“Birthday is when wishes come true right? And tonight, all I want to do is break Patricia Venenum incoherently so all she could think of is me as she orgasms over and over again.” Leona then kissed her neck as Patricia whined “Noooo,” when his finger rhythmically thrusted in and out inside her.

It started with a finger, then it came two and soon enough it was replaced by his dick pistoning nonstop inside of her. How many times has she come? Patricia couldn’t remember as she was crying for the nth time tonight coming down with a crash. Her mind was broken, her focus was scattered and Leona was enjoying it all too much as he heard his name chanted repeatedly by her lips, alongside incoherent words. Her ribbons already loosened up, though the one in her hands was still pretty tight.

“Aren’t you cute as a present?” Leona teased grabbing her face, even though he knew Patricia wouldn’t have a response to that seeing her fucked out expression. Her leg was up in the air supported with his hands gripping her thigh as Leona’s dick thrusted inside up, finding the perfect position to reach her deepest place over and over. Patricia was numb with the overwhelming feeling of pleasure yet Leona didn’t stop his thrust there, kept ramming as she was cumming. The tension from the thrust built up while she was not done yet, resulting in her squirting all over him when Leona whispered those words to her.

Number of screams were incoming as orgasms were both from Patricia and Leona, pretty sure everyone in Savannaclaw heard about it though they wouldn’t dare to utter a word. Leona had many things planned to do to wreck Patricia, so forgive him when he flipped the girl with only half a mind right now on top of him. Her body was still shaken from coming as she collapsed on his body, shuddering but Leona wasn’t satisfied yet.

“If you couldn’t ride me, I will manhandle you from below, okay Princess?” He asked, Patricia only responded with a “Huh? Okay…” As she couldn’t even process a sentence but Leona was playing an unfair game here. She wasn’t even finished and he was brutally manhandling her from the get go, nails pressing down on her big ass cheeks, purple marks were sure to be shown tomorrow when they were down with how tight he was gripping it to lift her ass up and down his shaft. She cried for Leona to stop then harder, like she couldn’t make up her mind, her body kept hitting Leona’s abs as she couldn’t even hold on him for support, her ribbon hands being damaged, slowly undone with the process.

“S-stop, L-leona, ahh!” Patricia cried, her ribbons were measly scattered by now as she found her hands free from the tight ribbon, she grabbed Leona’s arms for support immediately. Nails digging to his arms as she hit another of her peaks again today and Leona wasn’t helping to calm down the stimulation as he was sinking his teeth on her chest area, making marks everywhere to be visible. When they were done for a while, gasping for stability, her face was a mess yet Leona found it more beautiful than before as he took her in a kiss. Of course, that didn’t mean the night was over.

Leona found himself behind Patricia again for tonight, he had cummed numerous times, inside her and she did too, mixing loads of their cums together inside her, a bulge even appeared on her stomach.

“Greedy for my cum, aren’t you?” Leona asked after the sight, kissing her again. He was quite proud of it, stuffing her to the fullest. Leona took a recess, finally slapping his penis away for a second to see their cum oozing out together from Patricia’s vagina and he could see, she was full to the brim.

“Don’t let it spill, Patricia.” Leona whispered to her ear as she was still crying, tears couldn’t stop riveting from her eyes, her body was shuddering, so overstimulated from tonight that her brain couldn’t function.

“Y-yes,” Patricia answered, it was so unlike her but she didn’t even know what slipped past her lips anymore. She even felt another cum was coming with how sensitive she became just from Leona rubbing on her clit lightly.

“We are over for tonight.., right?” Patricia asked, helplessly, finally regaining half of her sanity back. While Leona sill parading his fingers all over her oversensitive clit, making her shivered everytime as her loins coiled up with every touch to a sense what was coming.

“Oh no, we aren’t. Not until I can confirm you can’t walk completely tomorrow or you are rightfully pregnant with a Kingscholar.” That was of course a joke, or was he half serious? Patricia couldn’t process it but as she was just about to throw a little fit, she found Leona Kingscholar had made himself inside again as she carved her walls with his shape and her body underneath him.

And with that another wave was incoming, crashing again with her yelling Leona's name at the top of her lungs. Patricia Venenum would say she was very very regretting the stamina Leona Kingscholar had, because he just hadn’t had his fill yet by that dangerous glint.

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Of Soap and Shower

tw cw // nsfw , fingering , shower sex , not proof readed

leopat 🦁🖋 leona kingscholar x oc , patricia venenum

continuation of earned it but can read as separate fic

Hot steamy water poured down from the shower and that was what people should do in the shower, take a damn shower. Patricia Venenum was about to do that but how could she do it when Leona Kingscholar kept fondling her breast and did nothing like he promised, for instance to wash her body.

“Leona, I did not go limping to the bathroom just so you could rub your hands on my breast. You already did that last night, multiple times and roughly.” Patricia said, annoyed at the male behind her but he only chuckled.

“Your fault for limping and not being able to wash yourself, if you want to be washed by me then it’s my rules, Venenum.” Leona replied, she couldn’t see his face right now but she damn knew he was planting a wide smirk on his lips.

“And whose fault is that? You did not have to rail me so hard last night, I’m so soreeeeeeeeeeee.” Patricia whined, she tried to slap Leona’s hands away but the male was way stronger than her even more when she had no energy left after their session last night.

“I would ask you the same then, why did you have to test me with those damn stilettos? If you want to take a lead then don’t be a brat and do it thoroughly, Patricia.” Leona berated her playfully, a pout appeared on her face, glaring at the man.

“But I did it, I only didn’t finish it!” Patricia protested back.

“Meaning our deal is off, only you can make a prince wash a body like an

attendant.” Leona said, applying soaps all over her body, making her body slippery.

“We are going to talk about that later, ah. You can just apply my body with soap, you don’t have to pinch them sensually. I’m too tired to have shower sex.” But Leona just grinned, and Patricia sighed, giving up on Leona’s caress her body. Moaning shamelessly as Leona enjoyed twisting and pinching her nipples a little bit too much, he already did it plenty yesterday and they were in a bathroom anyway.

“They got bigger because of me hm,” Leona smirked, a hint of smugness was heard. Further annoying Patricia, her body wasn’t his achievement.

“Just turn the water on and wash me off this shameful sweat from last night. And fast, I don’t really want to walk out of your room and meet bunch of Savannaclaw students being awkward and judging me thinking we have sex.” Patricia complained, imagining the stares she got from the students the last time when she sneaked out of Leona’s room, even after showering, and no one believed when she said she fell asleep in the middle of the movie and just woke up, they just laughed awkwardly. Thank God, they were scared enough to not spread anything beyond Savannaclaw.

“But we did, Pat. Remember the part where you screamed my name repeatedly? And how much I come inside you, maybe we created something here.” Leona teased, circling his fingers on her belly. Of course he was only kidding.

“Ha ha, not funny, we’re in school and I don’t want to have kids, ever. Also, nothing to worry about, I already took the pill.” Patricia said, shuddered at the thought of having a human being to be responsible about.

“Yeah, yeah. There’s one part that hasn’t been cleaned yet though,” Leona smirked.

“Leona, don’t-” As Patricia tried to stop him, her feelings anticipated something bad was about to happen and was she right, Leona thrusted his finger inside her inner walls. Her body jolted as Leona brutally thrusted his fingers inside.

“I’m cleaning you up, and this part hasn't been cleaned up, you want me to do it thoroughly don’t you?” Leona questioned her.

“Leona, stop! I’m so tired from last night, please I can’t handle another orgasm!” Patricia said in between her moans as Leona thrusted another finger in, scissoring her walls. His fingers were relentless, working inside of her, wrecking her inner walls to spasm around his fingers, curling on her sweet spot over and over, building up to an orgasm, it was all too much after last night.

“See this? You’re not clean yet.” Leona said, taking out his fingers for a moment, placing it in front of her to see a sticky liquid string between her two fingers. Patricia breathed a sigh of relief for a moment. Before Leona ruined it by thrusting his fingers back in. She yelped out moans, clutching to his arms to not slip to the floor. Her breath hitching as she sensed another orgasm coming. But then Leona stopped all of the sudden as she was just about to roll her eyes in a bliss, then thrusting back in and doing it repeatedly, to throw her to the edge and pulled it out. Frustrating Patricia further.

“Leona, c’mon, don’t play games with me. I want to come!” Patricia cried out, clinging to his arms.

“You said stop though last time, make up your mind, bratty princess.” Leona said, still working his fingers and then pulling out again.

“I definitely want to come, so please!” Patricia cried out in frustration, she just wanted to have her orgasm and be done with it.

“Say the magic words pat, and this will be over.” Leona whispered in her ear.

“Ugh, do I really have to?” Patricia whined then she felt Leona's finger slowly pulling away and she couldn’t have that, so she grabbed his hands and forced it inside again.

“Fine, I will ride you thoroughly next time and not to tease you again, I promise!” Patricia shouted.

“Atta girl,” Leona said and then pinned her to the wall, a hand holding her hands and the other holding her waist, her member pressed in between her butt cheeks.

“Leona, this is not what I meant-!” Patricia screamed, she felt Leona entering her insides harshly, in a few thrust she came and by the look of Leona’s face she saw when she glanced behind with tears in her eyes and him standing there with a cocky smile. Looks like she had to craft an invisible potion somehow.

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Only Bought This Dress so You could Take It Off

tw cw // nsfw , both are first timers, canon x oc content

‘Okay, okay, calm down.’ Patricia’s heart was racing, but even a rational thought couldn’t calm down her racing mind, the distance between her and Leona Kingscholar’s body was approximately way too close. Not to mention her back on the wall, leaving no room to escape with the man’s hand caging her body on the pillar.

How did they get into this situation? They had always been a grey area, Patricia knew that. But this situation was crossing beyond the line of friends. Leona knew, Patricia knew, there was no turning back after this. She panicked. What triggered Leona exactly to promptly pinned her against this very wall of his bedroom? They just rekindled their relationship for some mere months, the same exact months she had been attending NRC after three years of separation and now, she found herself and her prince childhood friend in this situation?

Tension was heavy in the air and by the look on his face, Leona was sure as hell not backing down. This made Patricia a little scared, she was hesitating, what went wrong between them? Sure, Patricia was a little bit mischievous. Throwing in flirty remarks here and there, teasing him as a joke to test it on some other guys, which Leona should have known. She talked about them, and everything to him really, except for a certain growing feeling she tried to push aside because that kind of relationship with Leona wasn’t worth it to pursue. She was sure she wouldn’t like him that far, but with his face a few inches before it closed on her, made her rethink everything.

But then what made today different from the others? What made today could force Leona Kingscholar to act like this? She just came, twirling in her new little black dress, like she always did in the past, doing a little bit of fashion show everytime she acquired a new outfit back when they were kids. Sure, she taunted him a little about couldn’t keep his eyes elsewhere because of her beauty and some other things. But that was just the usual right?

Indeed, she was in denial and Leona Kingscholar had grown tired of it. The little black dress she put on display today was just the last straw he needed to throw it all away. He never wanted to try when it was so obvious the girl in front of him kept talking about somebody else she was interested in, plus her despise of the royal life. Why make an effort when there was a huge chance he would fail? Alas, fuck it all, maybe he did want to try, he couldn’t shake this feeling any longer. He had feelings for her and he knew it wasn’t one that was going to go away.

All of this silence and patience, desperately waiting for a sole chance he could seal the deal successfully to make her his, only made his blood boil in a rush as her shaking hands touched his arm.

As Patricia gulped down a chunk of her saliva down her throat, from her shaking hands that had been desperately wanting to touch the male in front of her, which she finally did. She opened her lips to speak, only for Leona to beat her to it as their eyes met upon each other.

“Say my name and everything just stops.” He hoarse. All of this, the tension, the pining and anticipation would end depended on the next thing rolled out of her tongue. Dreadful silence filled the air, as Patricia only let her lips agape a little gap. He maybe didn’t say I love yet out loud, but this was his way of saying it, he was hers to claim. It was her decision to stop playing this tag game.

“I don’t want you like a best friend.” Leona reinstated his statement, loud and clearly. It was her turn to answer.

“Leona…” His name slipped her lips in a desperate plea, she was confused, she wasn’t saying yes or no, her head felt like spinning. She didn’t want to face this, where Leona implied his feelings clearly to her and there was no room to deny it anymore.

Leona took it as a yes, his face then inched closer to her, closing the gap between them in a heated feverish kiss. Their first kiss and truly it made his world collapse, was this the taste of victory? Patricia herself didn’t say no to the kiss, she kissed him back hard. Then his tongue poked to the front of her lips, which she granted, engaging their tongues in a devilish dizzying dance.

Inescapable, Leona should have known this. From the first moment she entered his life again, he couldn’t deny her. He wasn’t even really trying to suppress his feelings in the first place but she made him do it, which irked him a little bit. But fine, at least they both trapped in this electrifying state where their bodies craved for each other’s touches, even if he had to get burned down first with this feeling. Her hands moved to touch his chest, intoxicated with the kiss as his hands moved to the zip of her dress, ready to take it off.

“Patricia,” he breathed just below her ear. It sounded more like a question, did she allow them to go further than this?

“Yes,” Patricia answered.

The next second she felt his quick and nimble fingers working his way with her dress zipper. The straps fell down, exposing her chest bare to his eyes. His eyes widened for a split second as his face reddened by the sight, she was beautiful really, Leona didn’t know if he could handle it all and it was just the upper half of her body, what would he be when he finally uncovered the rest?

Patricia also didn’t want to be the only one exposed, feeling embarrassed alone, as their lips never stopped pressing against each other, her fingers working on his jacket and accessories, as well his shirts, throwing them one by one to the ground.

As he had the courage to unzip her dress all the way through, letting it fall to the ground, exposing the rest of her body, all entirely as a feast only reserved for his eyes. He threw his gloves quickly, wanting to touch her bare hand, skin to skin with her soft fair skin, to grasp her wholly. This wasn’t proper he realised, as in one quick swoop he carried her in his arms making her startled a bit, feeling his naked chest pressing against her own without a cloth as a shield.

“Leona, what are you doing?!” She hissed, even in this state didn’t really want to believe they were going to do this.

“You really want our first time to be on the wall?” He asked her sarcastically, and he was right but she was in no state of mind to think anything clearly.

He laid her in his sheets, but for a second there he didn’t do anything. Leona just gawked upon the scenery presented to him. Making Patricia a little bit uncomfortable, was there something wrong with her body? Was it not satisfactory enough? She could only guess by his tail wagging, for excitement right? Not disappointment?

Yet, a completely different train of thought was running through Leona’s mind. Patricia was breathtaking, he didn’t know how he could manage this long to control the urge to make her his. Alas, he managed to do so, stealing her under those guy’s thumbs, especially one freshman she had been chasing because he was pretty for her eyes.

“Cat got your tongue, Leona? Is this your first time?”

She faked confidence to tease him, because it was in her nature to be a little high pride, stubborn and bossy.

“And what?” Leona didn’t really care, nor paid attention to it as his eyes were still busy.

“You really didn’t fuck anyone for three whole years here?!”

Patricia got shocked.But really Leona didn’t really think those things could be useful or even wanting to have it, until she came along and made her way back again into his life.

“If you say that was your first kiss, I will-”

Then she saw his unbothered face, his hands pinned above her head, caging her again like he did before on the wall.

“You will what, Pat?” Leona said a little bit harshly as a self defence mechanism.

He was afraid to find the answer, how many guys those lips had kissed, how many guys tasted the little piece of heaven before he could? How many guys did claim what was rightfully his before he did?

Ah, but Leona didn’t want to foul his mood, he got the chance now and he was going to seize them. He could stare at her like this, admiring for eternity but he couldn’t let this chance go to waste. In this very moment, Leona realised he couldn’t and didn’t want to play this stupid role anymore, he couldn’t be the best friend any longer, let Vil play that role, he would claim what would be the best role for him in her life.

People didn’t know how long, how desperate he was for her, of his longing. They thought they knew the both of them, but they knew nothing about how he had been patiently waiting for his chance and for her to finally stop chasing someone useless. Eyeing her like a predator watching her prey, like he was eyeing that crown under Farena’s thumb, and hopefully steal it someday.

There was an indentation on his bed, and it was the shape of Patricia’s. Leona couldn’t help these urges to ruin her, to claim her as his, maybe it was his primal instinct that made him feel this way as he, without thinking, kissed her face, hands caressing her body softly. Touching every part of her, seeing her reaction which was her sensitive spots. He supposed one of it was her breast as her moans got louder with every tingling circling touching his finger placed on top of it. His tail wrapped itself around her legs. Patricia had her own fingers wandering, exploring Leona’s body. Then she stopped at his clothed lower half, still with pants, tugging it.

“It wasn’t fair, I’m the only one being exposed like this Leona.”

Patricia pouted, and Leona couldn’t help but let a cheeky grin.

“If this comes off, it goes all the way in, no turning back Pat.”

Leona teased, he was expecting a comeback. But instead he got a surprise, he got a sincere response from the heart.

“I know, I’m trusting you with my first Leona. I’m not saying be gentle or anything, just take care of me, okay?”

Patricia asked, then got up for a second to peck his cheek. Leona's smile widened, a genuine one. The confirmation he had been waiting all along and the answer wasn’t one he dreaded for.

So, no one had seen her like this, no one had claimed her, he was the first and he would make sure he was the last and the only one to ever claim a mark on her like this. There was no one else, he wouldn’t allow it to see her this way, he was the only one allowed to do so.

“How can I not?”

I wouldn’t ever dream to hurt you, was the sentence he didn’t utter due to embarrassment of being sentimental. Leona took her hand and kissed it, it was his way to say he wouldn’t break his promise.

He then took off his pants, revealing his huge shaft standing and leaking precums. A terrifying thing to see for Patricia, who in the moment instantly wanted to run away.

“Is this going to fit inside of me?”

She asked with a bit of fear, as she raised her hand to touch it, earning a grunt from Leona.

“It will, trust me, okay?”

He said even if he wasn’t sure of it yet. Leona himself, checking her downward lips situation, checking if she was wet enough ready for him to fit in inside. A foreign touch was placed on her body making her startled and moaning, and Patricia herself, placed her touches to Leona with soft touches and a little bit timid one. Both teenagers placed experimental touches to each private’s area, learning and exploring each other’s body in a way they never did before. Grunts and moans filled up the room of each other’s name until they thought maybe, it was the moment of the truth.

Leona placed Patricia’s legs on each side of his body, while she hooked them on his waist. They didn’t necessarily speak, but with the look from their eyes, they both agreed upon it. As Leona’s slowly approaching to enter her inside.

“Ouch! Leona, it hurts!”

She screamed and it was just the tip barely in, Patricia almost cried but she bit her lips to prevent her from doing it.

“Bare with it okay? I’m going slow.”

His urges told him to go fast but he couldn’t not when Patricia looked like she was going to cry anytime because of him. She only nodded and then he slowly made his way in, pushing his hips and her, a loud scream of pain was heard as Patricia couldn’t hold it back, feeling her inside being teared apart for the first time, the pain was something else he never experienced. But at the same time, it felt good, like she craved for the pain more. She was confused, why was she feeling this way?

Leona on the other hand was feeling he tasted a slice of heaven, everytime he got deeper as her tight walls hugged his dick so perfectly, like it was made for him only to be inside. When he was finally all the way in, he was a bit amazed that those tight spaces could perfectly contain him, even if he understood it biologically it still blew his mind.

They never did this before, so they were just trusting their instincts,a s their hips began rocking to each other's beat. As he went in and out inside of her. Patricia’s holding to Leona’s back for dear life, with a slip of hands sometimes pulling his braid. While he made his mark on her body, a permanent tattoo if you will, well he hoped like the one he had on his arms. Both of them called each other names, as they made their mark, carving their names to this bedpost, the very first place they did it, for everyone to hear or Savannaclaw students at the very least, to know that she was his as he was hers.

When those first calls of high, came crashing down. It was pure bliss. Leona treasured it, he wanted to remember every detail of Patricia’s face as she got her orgasm, for the very first time and it was because of him, he brought her pleasure. It was funny if he thought about the past, who knew those innocent bright eyes they both had would turn with lust inside of them when looking at each other?

Leona swore, as he kissed her again riding through their highs, he would never let this moment be experienced by any other person, he would make sure Patricia was his and his only. Thankfully, she already said yes to being his right, with him claiming this moment first? While Patricia himself finally acknowledging, as she wrapped her arms on Leona's neck, deepening their kiss, maybe she did brought this dress for him to take it off.

...

What a foolish thought, would be best suited to Leona reaction now when he remembered what was running through his mind back then. A year had passed and the woman sleeping beside him, still dodging the relationship question. But they had gone a long way from there. As he gazed upon her sleeping form, he kissed her black locks, he was glad even if they were still in that grey area, she never ran from him.

Even in his worst times, she still saw the truth in him even in his darkest moment, she didn’t run away like when he overplotted. To be fair, she was always there, letting him be himself without judging anything. And now he woke up by her side. Leona hoped it was love for him that made her this way, but nevertheless Leona Kingscholar knew, Patricia Venenum was his one and only lifeline and he would gone mad if he ever lost her.

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Need

fic written by me and art commissioned to kim on twitter

Passion is a passing thing, it could go as quickly as it lit. Accidental chemistry would only lead you as far as a short term sweet summer fling. Lust is a liar, it’s a short lived fire clouding our head with smoke. Take it all out, all left would be one answer, an unchanging one. Love, the answer is love and it’s only reserved for one person, Leona Kingscholar.

It’s a secret she never dared to uncover, but when it came to Leona Kingscholar, Patricia Venenum couldn’t help but be hopeless like a weak willed person, breathless whenever he was in her presence, loins burning each time he entered the room. She was a young maiden in love, helpless to his advances, slowly burning with desires as heat fighting it urged to run deep on her cheek with every thought popped up inside her head.

Like air, she needed him to breathe or else she would suffocate. He was a need, a necessary for her to live though she never would say it upfront. If only Leona knew how he had become a necessity for her, Patricia hoped he never uncovered it. Let it be the tiny little secret she kept, until she could slowly let him go (A lie, she would never, she couldn’t, she wasn’t capable of). Leona Kingscholar and her, Patricia Venenum and him, they weren’t that burning fast love, they were the thousand candle lights burning for eternity which not even wind could blow it up.

Instead of ‘I love you’, the uttered three words were “I miss you.” on the three seconds phone call before the boy dropped everything to come running to her doorstep. Addiction was a bad thing, though it was too late for Patricia as she was already addicted to him, the prince who grumbled yet teasing as his sleep was cut short.

She wanted him badly, more than anything. Yet the deal was never sealed (because of her own want) making fear of intrusive thoughts that someone else caught the breath addictive smoke of cigars she never put out. To keep him, all she could do was make him come around, which he always obliged as his feelings run deep for her (despite the grumblings). Patricia knew that well of his feelings, yet fear was something else indeed. In the middle of the night like this, she was scared he was getting tired (he was tired) and a nightmarish thought seeped in, him wrapping his arms around another and forgot about her.

The one thing Leona Kingscholar wanted to hear was ‘I love you’ to escape past her lips. She replaced it with the kiss as she greeted him on her doorstep, she hoped it would satiate him for now, to replace those I love yous she couldn’t utter outrightly. To him it was never enough, but it didn’t mean those kisses were unwelcomed as he kissed her back, closing the door behind him.

No matter how many times they kissed, the touch of his lips always felt like something new. It’s a need, to have him secured, wrapped around the tight longing embrace of her desires. She was caught up in her feelings, one wrong move and she would give it up, everything she had for Leona, to be with him once and for all. Though she was stubborn as she was smart, desperately trying to rationalise her feelings for him, which she failed time and time again.

Oh, if only Leona Kingscholar knew. All he needed to say at that moment was “I won’t let you go.” to seal the deal once and for all. She wouldn’t leave him (like she could?), she was hopeless for him after all. Especially with his touch, with his hold, the only thing he needed to say were those three words she didn’t allow him to find out. In a matter of seconds if those words were to escape past his lips, she would go anywhere that he led like a spineless little lamb. Even if it was to the end of the world or following his secret heart burning desires, that was how much the actual hold Leona Kingscholar had over her. Whenever Leona Kingscholar strayed, Patricia Venenum would follow.

As their lips parted breathlessly before continuing in a matter of seconds to consume the wishing, longing they had no matter how little they spent their seconds apart from each other. Truth was all she needed was him, all she needed was the confirmation he was hers forever, even if she couldn’t say the same outloud. It’s essential to her, to know and to have Leona Kingscholar loving her more than anything, more than just mere yearning, wishing and longing. To have Leona Kingscholar under her spell forever, what an egoist little prick but she couldn’t help it. After all, it was a need to have Leona Kingscholar in love with her, drowning in her every single day as she was drowning in him.

[queenscholar]

nothing without you

tw cw // smut , nsfw , eating out (fem! receiving) , canon x oc content

For someone with the special skill of falling asleep in 3 seconds, Leona Kingscholar found himself couldn’t sleep at all tonight. Something was missing and he knew what it was exactly. This empty feeling on his arm belonged to the warmth of Patricia’s Venenum body. Even his ego couldn’t deny it any longer, he belonged to her which was made all too clear since the start but even his deniability couldn’t keep up anymore. Pretending he didn’t need anybody, or her, was exhausting. Because in the end indeed, he needed her, or else his world would turn dark, collapsing in an instant.

He didn’t want, he didn’t need this unnecessary feeling of losing Patricia Venenum to someone else that kept bugging his consciousness even to the realm of the unconscious. Like his life wasn’t chaotic enough, yet now they chose to bug him even in dreams? The only place he could escape to? Although surely, his reality would be sweeter if she was his officially, so no one could ever touch her, again besides him.

At this point he would take back his pride in a heartbeat, he was desperate enough to admit she was what he bleed. He couldn’t let her in someone else's arms, he couldn’t have her walking out on him like anybody else. If they gave up on him, fine! But Patricia? No, never, not in his wildest dream.

He’d bend his principal, he’d learn to love her the way she needed, the way she wanted him to, as long as he became her only one. Yet, reality still remained bitter. Because the suckiest thing was, the reason why Patricia Venenum didn’t want to fully accept him was the one thing he couldn’t change, the circumstances of his status at birth, a freaking royal.

This wasn't pain, this was loss and Leona Kingscholar knew it better than anyone the pain of rejection. Being the unfavored second prince. But after experiencing both, he loathed it more, the feeling of losing Patricia Venenum to somebody else. Which reminds him where was she anyway tonight?

He had a feeling of her exact location tonight, though he didn’t want to accept it. There was a part of him that hoped she was safely tucked behind the blanket of her dorm room. A scowl appeared on his face, bracing for reality to hit him when he reached for his smartphone. He gritted his teeth, his guts were right. Patricia was at Cater's party right now as he saw on his Magicam, he got invited but declined. She probably accepted in exchange for a body double at Vargas’ flight lesson.

Leona clicked his tongue, he was pissed there wasn’t a question in that. As he searched for her contact, he realized the one thing he tried so hard to conceal. The reason for these past recurring nights like this to happen, him searching desperately for her location, if she was with someone else, was because he couldn’t stand this empty feeling. He couldn’t stand to be with himself any longer, without her as a constant reminder yeah he got one more purpose to live. The bitter realization was setting in and the truth was, Leona Kingscholar had become nothing without Patricia Venenum.

As he dialed her number, he grumbled for her to pick up her phone fast. Mere seconds later, his wish came true, she picked it up but not without a protest from the other side.

“What is it now, Leona? You have been calling me every night now!” Patricia grumbled, Leona could hear Cater’s voice in the background, irritating him further.

“If I die tonight, would you regret it?” The air was immediately frozen in an instant. Leona heard her breath hitch, and his mission at grabbing her attention succeed.

“What the fuck Leona? Don’t you dare do anything until I go there!” Patricia screamed before hanging up the call. Leona was satisfied with the answer, that meant she cared for him more than anybody else, right? To drop everything for him, meant he was somewhat her priority. Leona smirked, she was coming. Now, all we left to do was wait.

“1, 2, 3…”

Leona counted, and right on cue, a door was slammed open in front of his eyes. Revealing a very messy-haired Patricia in her heels, it seemed like she was rushing down to get here. This sight was enough to satiate him, for now.

“You just lay in bed like usual, what the fuck I run here for nothing?!” Patricia shouted, obviously enraged by Leona’s action and furthermore to him, who casually just laid on his bed like he didn’t say something so gratifying mere minutes ago.

“Hey, you are the one who told me to do nothing.” Leona retorted back with a smirk. He wasn’t wrong, but that didn’t stop Patricia from beating him up to a pulp with his other pillow.

“Ow, what was that for?!” Leona protested while Patricia was still continuously hitting him with his pillow.

“That is for wasting my time! I don’t care anymore, if you want to die then just die!” That obviously was a tantrum and she didn’t mean it, but it felt like a jab to Leona’s heart. As she was done, she turned her heel to walk out on him and he stopped her. His tail wrapped around one of her legs while his hand grabbed one of her arms.

“Don’t go, please…” For Leona Kingscholar to be begging, was humiliating. But he couldn’t have her walking out on him, not after she said those words she clearly didn’t mean. He needed the reassurance that she didn’t mean it.

She stopped for a moment, unmoving. And Leona did the only thing he knew to do to make her stay until the morning at least. He stood up, his lips nipped her neck, biting and leaving a trail of hickies on her shoulders while his fingers fumbled with the strap of her dress.

“Fine, do what you want. But I’m not in the mood tonight and my feet are killing me running in these heels, so you gotta do all of the work.” Patricia said, sighing in defeat. She did want to inquire about him more, but knowing the lion she knew it wouldn’t bode well. So, she opted to ask for it the next day, letting him have his way tonight. Leona did feel a pang of guilt, knowing he made her feel hurt. Though he knew how to make up for it precisely.

In one move, he swiftly swooped her up in his arms before gently placing her in his bed contrasted with what he did in those rough days in the past. He slowly took off her shoes, so that she didn’t feel any pain. He kissed her feet, where the red marks were visible. That was an apology, for making her run all the way here. His kisses slowly made their way up as he removed one by one piece of her clothing, from her thigh to her breast until she was bare naked in front of him. It made her squirm, but she couldn’t say her body didn’t enjoy it.

For the final touch, he gently cupped her face, before giving her a slow but burning passionate kiss that left her breathless for minutes. His tongue engaged her in a devil dance, swirling inside her cave before leaving her lips until she was red in need of air. He would make sure she was too entranced by him to leave. No, actually it was him who couldn’t function if she left, Leona was doing himself a favor. Without her love, without her touch, he would be driven mad because that was all he had in this bleak world.

While Patricia was left panting from the kiss, Leona went down on her body until he arrived at her opening down there. His lips gave open-mouthed kisses to her clit, licking away all her precums. Patricia tried so hard to hide her moans by biting her lips until it was bleeding, not wanting to be found out by his other dorm members. Leona knew it by the squirming of her body, he pinched her hips making her yelp out an “Ah!” A loud moan escaped past her lips.

“Don’t hold back, they knew better than to mention something. I will kill them if I hear even just a thing.” Patricia was still hesitant to comply but Leona was relentless in his pursuit. Focusing on her pleasure, she was the center of his attention tonight. His tongue delved in, giving a lick to every spot of her walls, pressing deeper as far as his tongue could reach, making the coil in her stomach flare until she couldn’t resist it anymore. Giving in to his wanton, letting out shameful moans she couldn’t hold back anymore.

He was determined to make her cum at least three times with his own tongue. And boy, did he do it. His tongue hit her g-spot numerous times, repeatedly until she couldn’t take it anymore and let herself be undone on his mouth as her legs wrapped themselves around his neck. While his tongue was hugged tightly by her walls as she cum, he still didn’t stop, he swallowed some of it while licking every inch of her walls clean for her to be ready for the next one. He did it all so he could hear Patricia panting the name “Leona, Leona!” At top of her lungs, crying because he made her a mess on his bed like right now, that was the only thing that matters to him at the moment.

Patricia was on the brink of passing out, she thought this was the end after the brutal oral session he gave her. After three times coming undone, all she wanted to do was rest in peace for a moment, her legs on Leona’s neck already gave out, turning into a numb jelly that she couldn’t feel anymore. But she was wrong, that was indeed Leona’s purpose for it. So that her numb legs wouldn’t feel any pain when he thrust inside of her roughly.

Leona could feel the pulsating of his penis getting dangerously close to cum and his own heartbeat yelling for him to get to the main course when seeing Patricia be a freaking mess on his bed.

“We aren’t done yet?!” Patricia gasped when he saw Leona wrap her numb legs gently to his waist. Then she saw his big boner standing up and knew this was going to be a long night and she couldn’t get out not even if she wanted to.

“Are you ready?” Leona asked, she only nod, giving him the okay. He then slammed inside, fully going in just in one go. And in that thrust, he came inside all over her by the feeling of tightness around her walls he had been yearning for all night long, but he didn’t stop there, in the middle of his high he still kept going, not taking any break until she came again, creaming all over his dick. He was insane, he was like a madman chasing a sole goal and he wouldn’t stop until he got it. Leona Kingscholar couldn’t get enough of this, Patricia’s Venenum cries and touches. He was going insane, for her and her only.

As he continued his never stopping thrust in and out of her tight but welcoming walls, hitting her to the deep far places he had reached before. Leona knew what his mistakes were, he hesitated the first time he felt it, he let her wander, roaming too long in the arms of other guys. That is what he was guilty of, he shouldn't have let her. So he was going to make up for it tonight by showing her his endless love for her until she passed out from overstimulation and he collapsed on top of her while burying himself deep in her hilt until the morning came.

[queenscholar]

written for leona kingscholar's birthday 2023, happy birthday leona!

cw tw // suggestive

leopat🦁🖋

The birthday was in full swing, same old pie smushing on the venue, the same set of people with any other student, just another NRC birthday for Leona to attend to, even if it was his own and his face covered in frosting. Though if it was one thing Leona was grateful for, it was Patricia attending his birthday from the moment the venue door was opened, not in any fashionably late manners she had for her other ‘suitors’, his ‘competition’ if only they could be compared to him. Leona clicked his tongue at the thought. But it was no matter, as Patricia was already here, stealing him away from the crowd to give him a peck.

“Happy birthday to you, birthday boy.” Patricia went in without hesitation, her left cheek smeared with the pie’s cream from Leona’s face.

“I guess, but really Patricia, only a peck?” Leona clearly wanted more, but it wasn’t his nature to say it outloud. Patricia only smirked before diving in again to give him a spectacular kiss. Only to be stopped with Leona, dragging her by the hand to the centre of the venue, where the birthday boy should have been standing as the main focus for everyone else today.

“Okay, what’s going on?” Patricia asked, a handful of people did see them kiss in the background just a second ago? But here? The centre of the room? It was like begging to be seen and Patricia didn’t want that.

“I want you to kiss me right here, right now. Consider this a birthday gift since you didn’t bring me one.” Leona said, urging Patricia which was clearly reluctant, out of the corner of her eye she could see Silver talking with Malleus and Lilia alongside Sebek. While for Cater, it would be better if he didn’t see it. But Patricia didn’t care much, because the guy understood the nature of their relationship all too well, something that wouldn’t evolve.

“I kissed you just fine a moment ago, that’s a birthday gift.” Patricia sassed back, sure she might not ever loved Silver but he was something too good to pass up especially when she knew something shouldn’t ever really happen between her and Leona.

“But you kissed that Leech just fine.” Leona countered her back and a look of surprise appeared on Patricia’s face, she thought she had concealed it just fine.

“How do you know…?” Patricia asked very quietly in a hushed tone, because it was an embarrassment to be caught kissing with Floyd Leech by her terms if anyone shall ever find out about it, she would move to another school, far, far away.

“You can’t lie to me,” Leona answered, it was a simple statement yet it remained true. Leona knew her too well, growing up together since childhood he picked up every little habit she had and so did she to him.

“You can’t lie to me too, you’re saying this so you can relinquish some power over ‘them’ because you’re jealous and making a bold claim to your mark on me.” And what Patricia said was true, even if Leona was reluctant to admit it. It wasn’t like he was trying that hard to hide whatever was going on between them, certainly not friends. But he was just not bothered enough to stage a thing so everybody all at once would know, except when this party already had been thrown for him. Wasn’t it a good opportunity? “No, I’m just stating you’re mine. I want to ask you to stop running around but it’s too much for a birthday gift, isn’t it?” Leona sarcastically asked and a smirk appeared on Patricia’s face.

“Well, because it’s your birthday I will let myself fall to your schemes. Happy birthday, Leona.” Patricia said, as she wrapped herself in her arms before letting her face inched closer to his, ready for a kiss. Silver be damned, if he wanted to he could see it. Patricia was cursing herself for her weakness and that was Leona Kingscholar’s existence, because deep down she knew she couldn’t really say no to him.

“I got to kiss Patricia Venenum in front of a crowd. What a surprise.” Leona said back with a smirk, but he already predicted this outcome. Leona knew, he was her favourite after all. He might be older, but he was the one she kept running back to. Because Leona Kingscholar had a faith that Patricia Venenum would come back to him once the thrill expired. In the end, she would always come back to him.

Contrary to his actions, Leona Kingscholard had that big of a faith for Patricia Venenum. Because he and Patricia? They were simply just meant to be as the sweet kiss they shared that made Vil lose his composure for a second on the side. He wasn’t a big lover of fate, but there were things simply meant to be, like his brother with the crown sadly and him with Patricia. The proof was on how perfect they lips synced as they pressed throughout this kiss or how her hands draped on his arms exquisitely.

Yet even knowing that, Leona Kingscholar couldn’t be more than restless. Because Leona hated to share, he didn’t want to be the favourite one, he wanted to be the one. He was impatient, couldn’t wait any much longer because why should he? And lastly, Patricia wasn’t a big believer of fate, she would try to destroy it only to come back to him and honestly, Leona was getting tired of watching the same movie over and over again. He needed to claim her, it was his birth right especially on his birthday like this to make everyone know not daring approaching what was his, he couldn’t help the beastly territorial instinct he had as a lion, the king of the jungle.

Sadly, everything must come to an end as well as their kiss. Patricia broke it off smiling satisfied, the same expression Leona had. She was a bit worried about Silver, but that was for a few days from now on. Leona was reluctant to let her go, opting to run away with her now if he got the chance to escape to his room. But as Leona knew her, Patricia also knew him.

“Stay, I need time for your real present.” She whispered to his ear so no one could hear her as they stared at them.

“And what is my real present?” Leona had a guess and he knew it was the right answer.

“Me.” Patricia replied, smiling all smugly before skipping her steps to exit the venue. And Leona Kingscholar’s guess was right, but still the shudder from excitement was beyond immense as he heard it coming out of her lips.

He couldn’t wait for all of this to be over and unwrapped his present in his dorm room, tonight.

[queenscholar]

a slight think piece written for leona's future for his birthday

not proofreaded

"I always wanted a knight." Patricia mused as her head laid on Leona's chest. Her ear planted directly on top the skin covering his heart, hearing the thumping of his heartbeart weirdly put her in a calm mood.

"Like Malleus's lackey, Silver?" Leona asked, he was in no mood to argue, the words were stinging his heart thpugh he already gotten used to it, it was the reality of their predicament with Patricia kept refusing his hand.

"Maybe yes, but look, I am with you here now and you are a prince." Patricia chuckled.

"A second prince." Leona bitterly replied, by midnight it was soon going to be his birthday not that he thought it was special or something, he loathed the day, almost.

"You want to know why I want a knight?" Patricia suddenly asked, ignoring the bitterness Leona's answer had before.

"Why?" Leona asked, because even if there was a chance he might not like it, at least he would get the answers he desperately seek for. Like what did he lack when going toe to toe with Silver in Patricia's eyes? He knew her better, then why?

"Because a knight lives to serve for one purpose, to serve one thing and only that. I want a knight for myself, the one that would sacrifice every being of his down to his last breath for me." Patricia answered as Leona ran his fingers on her hair, waiting for a continuation.

"And a prince is written with a destiny in mind, to bring greatness to his country. To serve everyone and be served, a responsibility beared to the one who's chosen. I'm not going to be his priority." Patricia said with a small smile as she closed her eyes.

"Not a mocked second prince and certainly, you aren't going to be the priority for Silver since he spent all day looking out for Malleus." Leona retorted back, he didn't get the answer that he needed.

"You're fooling yourself if you ever think Silver is going to be more than a highschool romance. You know I don't believe in a lot of things, Leona. But I believed that you are destined for greatness." Patricia then repositioned herself to lay still on his chest, face now meeting his.

"Keep saying that but a prince is nothing but just a mere title if you aren't the first in line, everybody knows that a spare is something easily thrown out and to be hated." Leona said, but Patricia just smiled the same serene smile she had in raw moments.

"You can be a king though," Patricia suggested, which taken aback Leona for a quite surprise. While the girl planted her lips on his chest, spraying it with kiss. Her lips leaving the stain of pink lipstick on his skin.

"That is a treason to the royal family," Leona smirked. Intrigued by the proposition.

"But you won't tell, because you are too smitten with Patricia Venenum to do that." She faked a sigh as she continuing peppering kisses to his neck now.

"You are overly confident, Patricia. But tell me then, how?" Leona asked, enjoying the feeling of her soft lips pressed on his skin.

"Easy, win the people over. Sure you had a bad reputation, but you can easily win over people in middle to lower class with the inovations you had in mind to bring economy equality with modern technology to Sunset Savanna. Sure, the people would be against it, your brother would be too but isn't it the perfect opportunity? Separating the country to two factions?" Patricia explained calmly, like she didn't said a plan to coup'd etat Sunset Savanna.

"And you say, you aren't fitted to be a princess, from what I see with how you scheme you are perfect for a queen. Where do you ever learn to scheme like that?" Leona was quite impressed by her analyzing skills, not that he didn't know it, she manipulated him to get the results she wanted numerous times for her sake, he was fully aware and played along with it.

"My grandfather is a man known for award winning documentaries, my grandmother is a diplomat and my parents associated with fame. Trust me, I know how play the public opinion game." Patricia answered, this time kissing his abs area.

"Heh, and what then? Tell me more." Leona asked for her elaboration.

"You could run a campaign, painting your brother in a dirty light, not wanting the best for lower class people in Sunset Savanna. While having a documentary filmed about you and your work to improve the country well being. It will be a smash hit, just watch for your neck but you can do that with your magic abilities right? Then you will be crowned king and I know Sunset Savanna will prosper under your rule."

"Sounds like a solid plan. Maybe I have something to look forward too in the future." Leona chuckled.

"Don't be so hasty, Leona. You have to know the consequences first, to get the full picture. First, there would be bloodshed. Even if you avoid it, you would kill your brother eventually, alongside Cheka and Farena's wife, alienating the enemies is the logical step. Second, with bloodshed over Sunset Savanna, it would take years to recupurate from the losses, we couldn't estimate how long the war would be, people would lose more than they already had right now, making them start from below zero." Patricia continued her speech, making Leona went dead silent. He knew his dream to become a king was a fairytale but at least give him a few minutes to live in it?

"And third, you wouldn't have me. I will support you from the sidelines, safe from the trouble. Because I will always put myself first." Patricia now looked at him straight in the eyes and Leona just clicked his tongue, throne or his lover, sounds like a dilemma he would like to have. But he didn't even have both, the throne nor the lover wanting to become his fully.

"Then what do you suggest I do? A future somewhere with you in it and my ambition getting fulfilled." Leona asked, and he wasn't one for asking a what if scenarios.

"Use your position as second prince to help your people then, start from the ideas you already have. You don't have to be a king to do that." Patricia said, laying back on top of his chest by his side.

"But Farena wants us to keep coexistinf with nature-" Patricia cut him off.

"You can sway his stubborn ass somehow, or proving it first with people that wants to cooperate with you. I'm sure there are people who wants to, you have to start believeing in yourself like Kifaji and I put our believes in you." Patricia put one her finger on Leona's heart. Confident with her answer.

"What about you? You haven't said anything about your place in my future." Leona stated the obvious.

"As soon as you accept your predicaments and be satisfied with it, doing the most as you can from your position. I will learn to bear the responsibility your status might had as your partner. It would be a headache, but I'm willing as long as you're willing." Patricia said, grabbing Leona's face in her palms.

"Really and why is that? I thought you wanted a knight." Leona smugly smiled, Patricia bending her ways to be with him? This was something to be proud, hell celebrated even.

"Because I tried to make my knight, numerous times but it always failed since I know from the start my heart yearn for the prince and only one prince, the second prince from Sunset Savanna." Patrici kissed his cheek, her finger tracing his jawline.

"You are, my only exception, Leona." Patricia then kissed him earnestly on the lips as the clock striked midnight.

"Happy birthday, the sweetest one to you and us, who loathed it." Patricia softly whispered as they broke their kiss.

"That future you said-"

"Will be discussed, when you are fully ready. I don't want to hear the answer now, I want you to think carefully with it because I need some time too." Patricia sheepishly giggled before laying her head on his chest for the third time again and Leona just smiled, fine be it her way. But he actually already knew what was his answer was going to be.