twisted-lemy

[twisted-lemy]

I’ll Take You To The Garden Of Eden

4.5k words

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

[twisted-lemy]

What is my pride flag is telling me~

Pt.3

Pt 1. Pt.2

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Yuu: I fucked up

Jack: What did you do

Yuu: I finally got the overblotters to start talking about their emotions

Jack: How is that bad?

Yuu: They have a lot of them.

[twisted-lemy]

The star of the show

[twisted-lemy]

Currently crying, shitting, screaming, throwing up about the leaked character songs (Especially Leonas). What if I just explode? Tiktok with snipit and translation of the hook under the cut

消えゆく光、変わらぬ世界、未だ 無謬の色,何度この手を

伸ばしたとしてのいつだってこの手は空を握ったならば砂に変われと

"The gradually disappearing light, the unchanging world. its still the color of infalliblity. No matter how many times I stretch out my hands, Whenever I grasp the sky it turns to sand"

Disclaimer: Neither Japanese nor English are my mother tongues and are far from perfect. There were a few words I didn't know (such as infalliblity) so take this translation loosely at best

[twisted-lemy]

midnight snack

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✨🦁 Save the date! 👑✨

Our Queen and King of Night Raven College are back to be celebrated during August 18th to August 24th!

🔸 Prompts

Day 1 (8/18): Grumpy Morning / Surprise Evening

Day 2 (8/19): Water fight / Stargazing

Day 3 (8/20): Insomnia / Wound

Day 4 (8/21): Wedding / Divorce

Day 5 (8/22): Steal other's clothes / Overprotective

Day 6 (8/23): Roleplay / Teasing

Day 7 (8/24): Holidays / Ice skating

🔸 Reminders

Any type of media is accepted along with explicit contents as long as they’re well labeled. Just please, keep anything spicier under a cut or a link with appropriate content warnings!

Use the tag #leovilweek25 or tag @leovilweek to make sure we can see and reblog your work.

VilLeo shippers are welcome and very encouraged to participate too! Genderswap version is also allowed! Spread more love for the royal couple!

Let’s enjoy another regal summer together! 🌺💛💜

[twisted-lemy]

Hey Leona, please look at me with gentle eyes.

Translation from fan to fan, all credits go to the appropriate artist, see the source in the pin: https://pin.it/6C4y5Z7wb

Oh baby, just be honest with me

[twisted-lemy]

MC: There is something I would like to ask, and it is quite vulgar.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: You have my permission.

MC: Thanks. So, would you ever let your future spouse sit on your face?

Malleus: ...

MC: ...

Malleus: ...

MC: Earth to Mal.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: My apologies... What was your question again?

MC: Never mind. I’d rather not have you faint with your eyes open.

MC: *asking Leona the same question*

Leona: Hell yeah.

MC: That was fast.

Leona: 'Cause there's no other answer to that.

Leona: Why did you ask, by the way?

MC: My brother-in-law died for that reason.

Leona: He died serving his purpose. You should be proud of him.

[twisted-lemy]

Leona fan art sketch that was requested by my friend:p

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It as been decided…

Thinking abt starting a mini text post series to keep the blog alive and not repost heavy while I work on personal projects

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TWST OC Questions

I am supposed to be working on a req I got about a month ago OTL but I need uh. serotonin from something in the meantime LMAO (it is more than half way finished, dear requester, if you see this) ANYWAYS

Obviously, if you want to ask a question that's under one category but for an OC that doesn't fit under that category, you can <3 its more what that dorm inspired me to ask about

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RAMSHACKLE

Does your OC have magic? Do they develop it over time? Do they overblot? If they don't, do they ever reach a snapping point?

Does your OC follow the canon timeline? If not, how have you adapted their story?

Is your OC shipped with anyone? If so, who? What's their dynamic like?

Is your OC homesick? What are they willing to do to get back? How 'on' Crowley's ass are they? If not, why don't they want to go home? Do they have an issue with Crowley anyways? Have they considered/do they care about what happens to Grim if they were to leave?

How does your OC customize Ramshackle, if they do at all? How do they cope with the state it's in when they first arrive?

Is there anyone your OC sees as family?

How does your OC feel about magic in general?

What chapter does your OC experience the most character growth, if any?

What is YOUR favourite character's impression of your OC when they first meet?

What would your OC say their greatest strengths/flaws are? Do you agree with them?

Are there any characters your OC absolutely does not get along with?

How many times do you think your OC ends up in the infirmary? Besides canon, can you tell us about a time they've gone in?

Which housewarden does your OC clash with the most? Who do they relate to the most, if any?

What are some mannerisms your OC has picked up from the people around them? (be it other (people's) OCs or Canon Characters)

What's their relationship like with the ghosts? With Grim?

What class do they dread the most? Why?

Has your OC ever been sent to Crowley's office for their (mis)conduct in class/on school grounds?

Is there someone who scares them? Why? Do they ever work through it?

What's your OC's best memory since coming to NRC?

Do they work for Crowley? Or do they find another job bc FUck the bird?

HEARTSLAYBUL

Have they ever gotten collared by Riddle? For what? How long? How often does it happen?

Do they think they could be a better housewarden? What makes them think that?

What's the chore unique to Heartslaybul that they look least forward to? What's their favourite? (tending the flamingoes/hedgehogs, organizing the Unbirthday parties, painting the roses, etc. etc.)

How many rules have they memorized? How many do they actually follow?

If it was their turn to take care of the dormouse, how would they do it? What flavour jam would they spread on its nose at the Unbirthday party?

What's the worst thing they've gotten away with? What's something they do exclusively in the rose maze in hopes nobody finds out, if anything?

Who are they more likely to go to if they have an issue that needs to be addressed? (Riddle, Trey, or, pushing an HC here, former housewarden Cay-Cay?)

How clumsy are they? Does the unique furniture and layout of Heartslaybul ever throw them off? (Do you HC the dorm the same way I do?) Have they adjusted to it?

If Riddle offered to tutor your oc, would they take him up on the offer? If not, how do they normally study/prepare for tests?

What's your OCs favourite flower? Would it be realistic for them to grow it in their room/on the dorm somewhere?

SAVANNACLAW

Where do they consider themselves in the alleged 'hierarchy'? Is this accurate?

What sport do they specialize in? If they don't play, what club are they in? Or do they ever play referee?

Does your OC ever get into physical altercations? How do they usually play out?

Does your OC respect Leona? Do they want him to do anything differently? Does Leona know your OC? Does he respect them?

Does your OC have beef with someone outside of the dorm? Is it reasonable in your opinion? Is the other character aware?

How does your OC feel about all the dirt/heat in Savannaclaw? Have they ever considered transferring dorms just to get away from it?

How protective of their food are they? Is there a reason why, besides instinct/hunger? Or are they more likely to share food?

(assuming your OC is a beastman) What's something that makes them easy to read? (eg. tail wagging, ear wiggles, fur standing on end, etc. etc.) and do they wish they could change it? Are they sensitive to the paranormal?

Was there any alterations made to their ceremonial robes? Did someone have to help them put it on?

What do they think of Ruggie and his workload? Do they consider it fair? Are they jealous of how close he is with Leona?

OCTAVINELLE

Do they work at the Mostro Lounge? If so, what position? Was it by choice? Do they enjoy it? What's their biggest customer pet peeve/most ridiculous request they've seen/heard?

Have they ever made a contract with Azul? How did it go?

Can they be trusted in the kitchen? What's their favourite food?

Are they intimidated by the tweels? How did their first meeting go? Have they ever had the opportunity to put them in their places?

Do they like being under the water all the time in their dorm? And if they're a mer, do they go home for the winter holidays or no?

Does your OC enjoy wearing the funky dorm socks....not the uniform, just the socks, or do they try to cover them up like Jade?

Has your OC ever been blackmailed? Or do they do the blackmailing? What about your OC fits the nefarious energy the canon characters give off? Or are they meant to balance them out?

Did they know about the plan to make Ramshackle a second Mostro Lounge location? How did they feel about it? If they didn't know, how did they react afterwards?

Does your OC play any instruments? Does Azul know that they play? Can your OC sing?....Do you agree with your OC's opinion of their ability to sing?

Is your OC claustrophobic? Or do they enjoy small spaces?

SCARABIA

How do they feel about Kalim's parties? Do they ever help with set up/take down?

How do they feel about Jamil? His workload? Do they think what he did to Kalim was just/did they agree that change was needed in the dorm?

How do they handle the sand?

Has your OC ever stolen anything from Kalim's rooms of treasure?

What's something your OC does want to change in the dorm?

If they participate in Kalim's parties, what's their favourite part?

What's your OCs favourite way to stay hydrated in the sweltering heat of the dorm?

How did your OC feel about the whole hostage situation with the random magicless person from Ramshackle?

How did your OC fare on the treks hypnotized Kalim took them on?

If electing dorm leaders was a possibility, who would they choose and why? (if it's themselves, bonus points if you show a campaign poster or tell me about it or something LMAO)

POMEFIORE

What's their favourite type of poison?

What DnD class would your OC be? (I ask this bc I feel like. Pomefiore has the most diversity in that aspect than any other dorm)

Has Vil ever personally given your OC a makeover/pep talk about their appearance? How did it go?

What's a scent you associate with your OC?

What's your OC's aesthetic outside of school affiliated clothing?

How well does your OC know makeup?

Is your OC starstruck by Vil? Are they jealous of him? Are they in film studies club? (Aka, what is their dynamic with Vil?)

Between Vil and Neige, who did they vote for at the VDC?

Does your OC have issues with the way food is monitored in Pomefiore? Do they ever confront Vil about it? Do they have stashes of food anywhere?

What's your OC's biggest insecurity, physically and personality wise?

IGNIHYDE

Is your OC an introvert, or just selectively social? Or are they extroverted?

What is the project/invention they are most proud of?

What's a hidden talent they have?

What's a hobby they enjoy doing alone? What's a hobby they enjoy doing with other people? If it's gaming, what type of games do they enjoy most?

How competitive is your OC? How easy is it to rile them up?

Is there anything your OC would infodump about? How do you get them to share? Do they ever get insecure about their rambling?

Do they want to apprentice somewhere like S.T.Y.X/for the Jupiter Conglomerate? What's their dream career? Do they ever try to impress Idia hoping to get their foot in the door?

Does your OC ever find out what Idia's (canon) UM is? If not, do they have a theory on what it might be? What is it?

How did your OC react to Ortho returning to school in Chapter 6 (trying to avoid spoilers sjkfklsjdfh)

What's your OC's favourite piece of media/what would be the equivalent of their favourite media in our world?

DIASOMNIA

What's your OC's favourite type of music? Is there anybody they listen to music with? (Jamming out to Canon in D with Malleus amirite OTL /j)

Are they scared of Malleus/the power he has?

Has Lilia ever pranked them? How did it go? Did they get him back?

Have they ever tasted Lilia's cooking. Did. Did they like it?

What's a magic skill your OC specializes in?

What's a "traditional" or old fashioned hobby your OC has? (Calligraphy, fencing, leatherwork, etc, etc.) How did they pick it up?

If your OC is fae/has a prolonged life span, did they participate in the same life events as Lilia? (again, I'm trying to stay spoiler free)

On a scale from 1 - 10, how powerful would you rank your OC? What about their UM? (and what is their UM?)

Which of the 7 deadly sins (pride, greed, envy, wrath, lust, gluttony, sloth) do you associate most with your OC and why? (remember some of these have more than one connotation e.g. blood lust)

What's your OC's favourite orchestral instrument?

FACULTY

What position do they have? How long have they been working there?

Did they go to school with any of the canon faculty/other character's parents?

How well do they remember students names and faces?

Did they know Ace's older brother? What was their impression of him?

What's a quirk they have regarding how they teach their class? (e.g. allowing cheat sheets, mandatory brain breaks, pop quizzes, weird disciplining, etc.) If they're not a teacher, how is the way they interact with students different than they interact with coworkers?

What's their opinion on Crowley/Ambrose? Given the opportunity, would they take over as headmage?

How do they feel about all the overblots? Do they ever feel slightly responsible or like they should have been there to support the students more?

How do they deal with entitled attitudes or otherwise disrespectful students?

Are there any students they've come to see as their own kid? How do they feel about the one magicless student on campus?

Do they enjoy being a part of student gossip/actively involved in student drama?

GENERAL QUESTIONS

Do they stim? What are they and what triggers it? How much do they mask?

What's something they'll never leave home without?

What was the main inspiration behind their design?

What's in their bag? (link to picrew)(if you want)

How do they handle caffeine? If they need/enjoy it, what's their preferred method of consumption? Have they ever concerned anyone with their intake?

Do they have any family heirlooms? What is it, and how long has it been in the family?

What's the fastest way to piss them off? To calm them down? To cheer them up?

What is their ideal date, be it romantic/platonic or otherwise?

Have they thought about their dream home? What's an absolute must have?

What are their minor fears?

Do they have any regrets?

If they could go back in time and talk to themselves, what age would they want to talk to? What would they say?

Do they have light in their eyes? If not, is there anything that sparks it, even temporarily?

What's their relationship with their parents? Siblings?

If they could magically change ONE aspect of their life immediately with no repercussions, what would it be?

Do they have any body modifications or tattoos? Any that aren't obvious just looking at them/in uniform?

What's their guilty pleasure?

If they could fight anyone with a guaranteed win against them, who would it be?

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OTL I HAVE MORE QUESTIONS but I'm going to leave it at that for now <3

If you're new to tumblr, the general rule of thumb is if you're going to reblog an ask game send an ask in too. Not to me. To whoever you RB from, okay <3? If you're RBing from me don't worry about sending one in unless you really want to sdkhlkf

Have fun <3

[twisted-lemy]

Somewhere at some cushy, high end restaurant~

Mc: *stuffing their face with every desert plate in sight* *all sweets*

Vil: …

Vil: *looks over at Leona*

Leona: *stuffing his face with every meat dish in sight* *no vegetables*

Vil: *looks down at his own plate* *it’s a chicken caesar salad with a glass of lemon water*

Vil: … I can’t stand either of you…

[twisted-lemy]

LoveDrug

3.3k words

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]

I'm sorry Im so nosy what Leona art is it? I love that man and I must know.

it was one of him from the back (with Cheka playing with his tail) and, honestly, I get it? because if you're not familiar with the character and you only see him from the back, especially in a more simplified style, your natural assumption would be. well. this is a furryman. (and genuinely it's totally fine, all the comments have been extremely nice and it's always very flattering when people outside the fandom can still appreciate my art! I'm just like...I'm so sorry, he's actually an anime catboy who just happens to be indistinguishable at certain angles, I have accidentally deceived you --)

[twisted-lemy]

Thinking about Yuno growing beards recently...

He looked like a 30s dilf or something

It's just a very random doodle hehehehe

I mean it's fantastic

[twisted-lemy]

Riddle: At least try to see this from my perspective

Kalim: *Crouches down a little*

Azul: *Crouches down*

Idia & Vil: *Sits on the floor*

Leona & Malleus: *Kneels down*

Yuu: *Laughing in the background*

Riddle: …

Riddle: I hate all of you!