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Summary: Leona invites you to a royal gala in the Sunset Savanna and you learn that he likes you more than he tries to let on.

wc: 5.2k (!)

content warnings: Jealous!Leona x fem!reader, 18+ smut. Jealousy, breeding kink, scenting, Pining™️. Featuring a cliché love rival and my own take on Queen Kingscholar. Just a little something I wrote to pull me out of the funk I’ve been in lately.

“Tch, I hate this kind of shit.” Leona mumbles as he fiddles with his cufflinks in the mirror. His hair is tied into an unkempt ponytail, stray mahogany locks cascading over his face haphazardly. He looks so different standing there in formal attire- you’re so used to seeing him in his barely buttoned NRC uniform and god-awful sandals- but his demeanor remains unchanged. A small smile pulls at the corner of your mouth as you watch him jam an ungracious finger between his canine and incisor, double checking for any hidden crumbs leftover after brushing his teeth this morning.

Behold, you think, the ever elegant Second Prince: Leona Kingscholar.

(Truthfully, you were more than surprised when Leona showed up to the Ramshackle Dorm before winter break and propositioned the trip back to his homeland.

“I gotta take someone with me to this stupid gala.” He had said to you, hunched in the low arch of the doorframe. His body was comically compressed, folding in on himself as he tried to bully his way into the dorm. “My brother won’t shut his trap about needing me to bring a partner. Said he’d just pick someone at the palace to be my chaperone if I couldn’t get anyone.”

You looked the beastman up and down, an eyebrow quirking inquisitively. “So you want me to waste my winter break babysitting you?”

A subtle flash of hurt crossed his features for just a moment before an almost imperceptible rumble started in the back of Leona’s throat. “You know what? Forget about it- I shoulda known you’d be a brat about this.” He all but growled, contorting his body once more as he motioned to close the door.

“Wait.” You sighed and grasped the doorknob before Leona could pull it shut. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t go.”)

And thus you had been thrust into the mirror portal to the Sunset Savanna, woefully unqualified for a fancy royal party.

Leona’s tux, an amber-gold suit that fit sophisticatedly against his body and nipped in at his well-defined waist, only serves to remind you of how underdressed and unprepared you are for the occasion. No matter how juxtaposed by his behavior, Leona looks like royalty- and you, markedly, do not. It was one of your main arguments against coming: the fact that your wardrobe lacked anything acceptable for the foreign diplomats that were apparently visiting the palace. Hell, even your NRC uniform was an old moth-eaten hand-me-down nearly unacceptable to attend school in, but Leona had insisted that he’d find you a dress some way or another.

“Amali probably has somethin’ you can wear.” He had mentioned to you before, sizing you up in a way that made you feel small. “She’s always collecting dresses to sew and repurpose, she’s gotta have something in your size.”

Even if his sister-in-law could perform the miracle of making you look the part, you were still miles away from acting the part. Of course, if Leona were your only benchmark for royal behavior, you’d have already mastered the art. Unfortunately, you have also met Amali Kingscholar, who is effortlessly elegant and poised in all the ways that you are not.

– but even cotillion classes and dresses lined with ridiculously expensive tulle could not prepare you for the most jarring part of coming to the Sunset Savanna. No, the most jarring part of coming to the Sunset Savanna is learning that Leona is the most eligible bachelor in the kingdom. It makes sense when you stop to think about it; he’s the second prince, a (supposedly) soon-to-be graduate of Night Raven College, and, you can begrudgingly admit, devastatingly attractive. From the moment you arrived in the Sunset Savanna, Leona had been bombarded by attractive Lionesses, sticking sweetly to his side and glaring daggers at you for even stepping foot into the kingdom. Their stories were all slightly different (“Remember me, Leona? We used to play together as cubs!”, “I’m the baker’s daughter- you used to love to come in and try our mince pies.”, “Cheka and my niece go to the same preschool!”) but served the same purpose: to endear themselves to the boy you had been not-so-secretly pining over since you had accidentally stepped on his tail in the botanical gardens.

You struggle to define your relationship with Leona, still unsure if you can call yourselves friends. You certainly didn’t consider him to be a friend in the same way you saw Ace and Deuce, though he seemed to be around just as often. It wasn’t entirely your fault for being unsure; Leona purposely made himself hard to read. He’d accuse you of never leaving him alone but invite himself over to the Ramshackle Dorm for a nap on your couch in the same breath. The lion had finessed himself as an immovable fixture in your life, yet you held each other at an arm's length, too afraid of something to get to know each other better (much to the chagrin of Ace, who emphatically exclaims that the two of you need to ‘bone each other and get over it already’ at any chance that presents itself).

Despite the bickering and posturing and fights that Ruggie regularly needs to mediate, Leona is still always there, for better or for worse. He’s still the one who gives you too much money when he sends you to fetch him lunch (‘and get yourself somethin’ to eat if there’s some leftover, I guess’) and the one who’s always suspiciously present to bail you out whenever you find yourself running into trouble. Maybe that should be enough for you- knowing that he cares in his own way. Maybe it shouldn’t feel so awful to see other people flirt with him and, even worse, see him flirt back. Still, as the castle workers flit in and out of Leona’s spacious bedroom, commenting on his attire and using every stray thread or crooked tie as an excuse to allow their hands to linger, you can’t help the sharp sting of jealousy that shoots through your viscera.

It’s far too easy to forget that Leona is a prince with the way he acts, but the longer you spend in the palace, the more it becomes the only thing you can think about.

“I hate this shit.” Leona repeats again, scowling at his reflection in a way that almost confirms your suspicion that his ever-sour expression is practiced. He throws the jacket off of his shoulders and onto the floor with little regard, watching as the fabric crumples in on itself. You’re sure that the maids, who had flattened out every solitary wrinkle several times over, wouldn’t mind having more work to do if that meant being able to run their hands along Leona’s broad chest once more.

“Mhm,” You hum affirmatively. “You’re making it hard to forget that you do.”

“Shut it, herbivore.” Leona rolls his eyes. He undoes the first few buttons of his undershirt and folds the sleeves above his forearms in an attempt to get more comfortable while he still could. “Aren’t you supposed to meet Amali to get fitted, anyway? Gala’s in about an hour.”

“Just wanted to make sure you were actually getting ready- isn’t that part of my job as chaperone?” You say, waggling your eyebrows at him. Leona shoves you and you fall onto his bed dramatically, a breathy laugh expelling itself from your chest on impact. “Is that any way to treat a guest? Not very princely of you.”

“Dramatic brat.” He grouses, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. You can’t help the way your eyes trail up his forearm, admiring the shape of his muscles. “Think you oughta remember you’re in my palace. I could throw you out of the guest bedroom and let you succumb to the elements tonight.”

You prop yourself up on your elbow, unable to stop the smug grin that’s plastered onto your face. “You’d never.”

“Wanna bet?”

He bows his head, bringing his face closer to yours. You take a sharp breath despite your attempts to remain calm. If Leona got any closer, you’re sure your erratic heartbeat would give you away, too. It’s the closest you’ve been to him since having to share a bed during Azul’s contract and the first time you’ve really looked into his eyes. The emerald pools of color were usually masked in a layer of apathy or annoyance, but those features were noticeably absent from his expression as he stared back at you, pupils dilated and lips parted ever-so-slightly. His gaze travels down to your own lips and you feel your face heat from his scrutiny. All of a sudden, you’re self-conscious. Are your lips chapped? How is your breath?

You’d be lying if you tried to convince yourself that Leona wasn’t always so pretty, especially now as he peers down at you, eyes half-lidded and trained on your unmoving lips.

“You think I wouldn’t?” He mutters, close enough to feel his breath on your cheek. His tone is deathly serious. You’re not sure he’s still talking about throwing you out, not when his lips hover right above yours

- and then there’s a knock.

“My liege?” A small voice calls from outside Leona’s door. The sound is enough for Leona to pull back, creating a considerable amount of distance between the both of you in mere seconds. The cloud of static uncertainty is all at once lifted. “Queen Amali is looking for your guest.”

“She’s here.” Leona barks back as he stands from his place on the bed, a twinge of irritation dripping off every syllable. “Take her, we ain’t doin’ anything important.”

The female servant slowly opens the door, oblivious to the palpable tension present mere moments ago. Despite coming to fetch you, her gaze is fixed on Leona. She looks at the fabric on the ground with a frown and moves into the room to pick it up.

“You shouldn’t have taken off your jacket, sir. The guests should be arriving soon.” She sighs, opening the jacket for Leona to pull his arms through. The way she stares at him is not lost on you, and neither is the way that her hands linger on his chest for too long after adjusting his lapels. And he’s not stopping her. The way he could be so close to you in one moment and have another woman feel him up in the next makes your head spin.

“Ahem.”

The servant’s head turns to you, embarrassed, as if she had just taken stock of the fact you were there. “Right! So sorry, miss. Please follow me to Queen Amali’s chambers.”

You make sure to flip Leona off as you leave the room.

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The dress very nearly fits you without any alterations. The amber-gold dress matched Leona’s suit perfectly and was sleek against your body, dipping low to reveal the valley between your breasts. The slit that starts high up your thigh makes you question whether or not it was appropriate for the gala, but Amali was more than happy to pass the dress along to you.

“If it weren’t for the foreign diplomats coming, you probably would’ve been dressed in traditional Sunset Savanna attire.” Amali explained as she contemplated aloud about taking in the waist to have the fabric rest taut around your midsection. “But I’m glad it’s not- I’d love to have that custom made for you the next time you visit.”

The diplomats are already lining up in front of the palace by the time you see Leona again. Amali had insisted that you take your time with her personal makeup collection before the gala began. Being an all-boys school, NRC was unfortunately lacking in the makeup department, so aside from the times that Vil decided to experiment on you, you weren’t used to wearing makeup anymore. Still, slightly unblended eyeshadow aside, you thought you had done a decent job.

You can see Leona waiting at the bottom of the staircase, still fiddling with his cufflinks before the sound of your heels against the marble draws his attention. His eyes wash over your body, unashamedly staring at the way the fabric swishes in time with your steps as you head down the stairs from Amali’s personal sewing room.

“Well look at that,” He starts, still looking you up and down. “The herbivore cleans up well.”

He holds out his hand in an unexpected show of chivalry, and you happily take it. Leona holds you close as you enter the ballroom, amazed by the grandeur of it all. Only a few people besides the Kingscholar family and yourself were present in the room, including a small orchestral band that was in the final stages of setting up for the event. Tables were stationed near the back of the room, donned in expensive-looking gold tablecloths. You could see waiters chatting with each other as they set up their trays by the tables. You feel out of place as an attendee- in your mind, it would make more sense if you were working the party, serving food and drinks along with the busy team of servers.

Leona’s arm around your waist reassures you that, at least for tonight, you belong out here, with him, as an honored guest to the Kingscholar family.

It seems like the ballroom swells with people in the blink of an eye, the previously idling band already playing some smooth, sophisticated tune as the servers begin to mingle into the crowd, carrying glasses of champagne and bite-sized hors d'oeuvres.

“I have some things to take care of,” Leona leans down to whisper into your ear, squeezing the side of your hip reassuringly before pulling away. “I’ll be back, okay?”

You watch as he crosses the ballroom, side still tingling from the ghost of his touch. It’s hard to know what to do by yourself here. You’re unsure if it’s appropriate to socialize, gazing around the room to see if Farena or Amali were available enough to at least let you hover by them. Unfortunately, the King and the Queen are just as busy as Leona, talking to several important-looking people while Cheka runs about with some other royals around his age.

As for the business Leona needed to take care of… Your stomach churns at the sight of more women (and men) making flirty faces at him, touching him in a way that’s too familiar. You can’t help but wonder if he knows them. If he’s grown up with them, if they knew him more intimately than you ever would. A small part of you can dismiss the threat of the palace workers- they’d probably have no real chance of being with Leona- but the foreign royalty and big names in the Sunset Savanna sure do. Probably even more than you.

You grumble a small ‘thank you’ to the server whose tray you snatch a champagne flute from. You drink it far too fast to appear cordial, setting the empty flute back onto the tray before grabbing another one. Tonight was going to be a long, excruciating night.

— - -

It had been nearly an hour without Leona at your side. You sit at one of the tables near the corner, sulking, feeling like you’ve been stood up on a date. The champagne servers were now avoiding you, trying to wean you off from the golden liquid, so you had resorted to hoarding a small plate of hors d'oeuvres to yourself. Drowning your sorrows in beef tartare wasn’t the way you thought you’d be spending winter break. You’d long lost track of Leona in the bustle of the ballroom. If it weren’t for appearances, you would have already made your way back to the guest bedroom.

You feel a tap on your shoulder, instantly perking up.

“Fuck Leona, took you long enough-“ You begin, but as you turn around, the man behind you is most certainly not Leona.

The man looks down at you, raising an amused eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’ve been waiting for that lazy oaf this whole time.”

Normally you’d take offense to the insult on Leona’s character, but your anger at him abandoning you and the buzz of champagne wins out in the moment. Still, you cross your arms, apprehensive of the stranger in front of you. “I’m not waiting for anyone.”

“I’ve been watching you for a little while now,” the man admits, taking a seat next to you. His ochre eyes survey the empty champagne glasses and pile of hors d'oeuvres in front of you and chuckles to himself. “I can tell a heartbreak when I see it.”

You scoff, pulling the plate closer to you defensively. “I’m not heartbroken.”

“Mind telling me who you are, then?”

The beastman in front of you isn’t unattractive- quite the opposite, actually. His golden eyes are piercing, looking at you intensely. The shock of red hair that sits atop his head almost reminds you of Farena’s, but shaved along the sides so that the top could be neatly swooped over. His ears and tail have alternating streaks of orange and black pigment running across them, reminding you of a tiger.

“You first.” You challenge. He chuckles at that, standing from the table once more.

“Taiga.” He replies simply, bowing slightly and extending his hand. “Care for a dance while you wait for nothing?”

Normally you wouldn’t bother, but the jealousy you feel from seeing Leona with other women all night is still settled in the bottom of your stomach. Against your better judgment, you take his hand as he guides you to the dance floor, immediately seizing your waist and holding you close. You’re not accustomed to ballroom dancing at all, but you move slowly, letting Taiga take the lead.

His body is warm against yours, overwhelmed with a smell so unlike the beastman you were familiar with. It feels wrong, almost, to be dancing with someone other than Leona, but you weren’t exclusive- if he could dance and flirt and be touched, so could you. You sway together, awkwardly, to the tune of the live band the Kingscholars had hired.

“Taiga.” A voice growls from behind you. You’re startled out of your thoughts as Taiga pulls you closer.

“Ah, so the second prince makes an appearance.” Taiga smiles. “I was starting to wonder if you had abandoned the little one here. I was just looking after them for you.”

You scoff in disgust and try to wriggle out of his grasp, but he holds on strong.

“You have five seconds to get away from them.” Leona says, nearing the end of his patience. You can’t see Leona, still held in place by Taiga’s grip, but you can tell that he’s seething.

“Sorry, your majesty.” Taiga says, his voice dripping ingeniously, “I didn’t realize they were your mate. Your scent is just so weak on them- I guess that’s a problem you second princes have to deal with.”

That does it.

“If I catch you talking to my mate again, I’m reducing your whole country to dust.” Leona snarls, baring his teeth to the shorter male. “Write that down as a threat against your kingdom, I don’t give a fuck. I’ll have an embargo put on your kingdom’s ass from here to the Shaftlands if you so much as breathe in their general direction, just you fuckin’ see.”

Taiga releases you from his hold, throwing his hands up defensively. “You’ve made your point. No need to get testy. I’m sure your brother wouldn’t take kindly to learning you were making threats on his behalf.”

Finally free from under the tiger’s slimy grasp, you move to stand beside Leona. If the memory of his overblot wasn’t so recently etched into his mind, you’re sure the man in front of you would be nothing more than a pile of dust by now.

But Leona restrains himself, gripping your wrist and escorting you out of the ballroom and into the hallway leading to his room.

“You always find a way to get involved with the worst people.” He says under his breath.

What, like you? would be your playful answer, but you’re still angry at him for leaving you alone. “I don’t even know who that is.”

“Taiga Hon.” He practically spits. “First born prince to some-fuckin’-where. Certified asswipe and thorn in our sides. Even Farena doesn’t like him.”

You’re silent as the both of you walk further and further from the ballroom. Despite your lingering rage, you’re still relieved to be away from the room full of strangers and back in Leona’s presence.

“Don’t want you bein’ touched like that by anyone else.” Leona mutters, “‘specially not that princely Tiger fuckhead.”

“You’re one to talk.” You scoff, wriggling your wrist out of his grip. “Constantly flirting with your maids, letting them touch you too closely when they fit your tux, and now we’re at a gala where you’d rather entertain other lions and lionesses than pay attention to your date? You know, the person you kidnapped from their peaceful winter break at NRC?”

“So, I’m your date, hm?” Leona smirks, emerald eyes sparkling with delight as your face flushes.

“You’re insufferable.” Of course that’s the one thing he takes from your tirade. “But I’m your mate, apparently?”

“It’s just beastman talk,” He grumbles, though you can’t miss the uncharacteristic blush that spreads across his face. “Don’t let it get to your head, herbivore.”

“Right.” You hum affirmatively, almost bitterly. “I guess your real mate could be any one of those palace workers or lionesses back in the ballroom.”

Leona pauses, stopping in his tracks at your words. Before you can realize what’s happening, Leona has you up against the wall, wrists pinned above your head as he smashes his mouth into yours.

Your heartbeat is erratic, rattling against your ribcage as Leona presses into you. It feels so good to finally have him so close. His knee spreads your legs, bypassing the slit of your dress and pressing right against your clothed cunt. He swallows your moan, tongue working against your own, before he pulls back.

“It’s always been you, herbivore.” He mumbles against your lips. “You’ve always been mine.”

“I’m yours.” You breathe as he trails his lips along the side of your neck, nipping your collarbone in a way that makes you subconsciously rub against the leg between your thighs.

“And I’m yours.” Leona echos, releasing your wrists from his grasp. He lifts you with ease, placing your legs on either side of him, palms hot against your thighs as he leads you back into the bedroom. You wrap your arms around his neck, comforted by his familiar smell.

He pushes his bedroom door open and immediately lays you down on the bed. He discards his tuxedo jacket, carelessly tossing it aside, and quickly works to unbuckle his belt. Finally free of its constraints, you marvel at his erect cock, clenching your legs together at the sight.

“Had to stop myself from pushing your panties aside and fucking you right in that hallway.” Leona whispers hotly in your ear as he presses into you once more. He undoes the zipper along the side of your dress before peeling the shiny fabric off of you and tossing it to join his pile of clothes on the floor. “You really did look amazing in that dress.”

You gasp as he palms the outside of your panties, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth at your reaction.

“Already so wet for me.” He chuckles, trailing a finger up and down your clothed slit.

“Stop teasing.” You hiss impatiently, hips rolling into his touch.

“Patience, herbivore.”

He presses a kiss to your clothed pussy, nose bumping against your clit. He shoves the thin fabric aside and flattens his tongue against your entrance, lapping at your wetness. Your breath stutters out, gripping mahogany locks to try and ground yourself as Leona takes you with his mouth. His tongue expertly swirls around your clit, suckling lightly as he inserts his fingers deep inside your pussy.

His fingers and mouth work in tandem to unravel you; his free hand comes up to knead your clothed breasts, a muffled take it off spoken against your folds. You quickly remove your bra and Leona’s hand wastes no time in seizing your nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

“I’m close, Leona,” You gasp, clutching the back of his head even harder. He doesn’t let up, his hot mouth fully engulfing your clit, sucking and licking as his fingers press against the spongy roof of your pussy. Your body tenses as you hit your peak, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body as you cum.

“Mm, good girl.” Leona hums as he pulls away, a satisfied smirk plastered onto his face as he strokes his cock to the sight of you. He spreads your legs wider, folding you in on yourself as he teases the tip of his huge cock between your folds. You moan again, still sensitive from your first orgasm, but eager to accept his cock nonetheless.

“Want this?” He asks, tapping his cock against your clit. You can barely manage to whimper a yes, please before he’s slowly sinking into you. You can hear his own breath hitch as he’s engulfed in the warm, wet walls of your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Leona groans, stilling his hips as he bottoms out, waiting for you to grow accustomed to his length.

His head is buried in your neck, biting and nosing you, smearing his scent all over you as if to make a point.

“Move.” You whisper, a tiny command, gripping tight onto his shoulder.

Leona doesn’t have to be told twice, slowly withdrawing his cock before slamming it into you once more. His pace is unrelenting, barreling into you hard and fast, like you’d disappear out from under him if he didn’t.

“Mine.” He grunts before capturing your lips in his. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” You affirm, breathlessly, fingernails scratching Leona’s back and leaving crescent-shaped indents in his flesh. His hand slips between your thighs, rubbing your clit with his thumb. It’s all too much, and you can feel the height of another orgasm approaching.

“You’re squeezing so tight around my cock,” Leona growls into your ear. “I’m gonna fucking cum inside of you.”

“Yes, fuck yes!” You whimper, your own orgasm threatening to wreck your body.

“Love this fucking pussy,” Leona mewls again. “Wanna fill you up so everyone knows you’re mine- have my seed dripping out of you while you talk to those stuffed shirts out there. Get you round with my cubs so everyone knows that You. Are. Mine.”

The last three words are punctuated by three deep thrusts that send you over the edge, chest heaving as your pussy pulsates around Leona’s cock. White warmth fills you as Leona cums deep inside, fucking you through the last throes of your orgasm.

He rolls over, sticking to your side sweatily and kissing the side of your neck. You turn to face him, arms wrapped around each other. It’s silent as the two of you bask in the afterglow.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.” Leona suddenly speaks up, one tired eye opening to look at you.

“Is that why you were so flirty?” You groan, fighting the urge to smother him in a pillow.

“Maybe.” He says, closing his eyes once more. If he hadn’t just blown your back out, you’d murder him.

“You’re an ass.”

“They’re all social climbers, anyway.” Leona adds, sleepily. “People around here either hate me or want to use me for their own agendas.”

“In speaking of- should we go back to the party?” You ask, but Leona’s head is buried into your shoulder as he grunts in the negative, unwilling to move from his spot next to you.

And you don’t want to go, either.

The next morning at the breakfast table, Cheka is full of energy. It’s much too much for how early it is, and though Leona had insisted that the two of you stay in bed through breakfast, you forced him to go.

“We already slept through the rest of the party last night,” You said exasperatedly, practically dragging the lion out of his own bed. “We have to show up for breakfast.”

“You two must’ve been tired last night.” Amali says slyly, a knowing smile forming on her lips. “Didn’t even stick around for the main courses.”

“Let them have their fun, Amali.” Farena laughs, his voice booming. Like father, like son, you think as you watch Cheka play with the toys he had brought to the breakfast table, two stuffed warthogs he was smashing together with an exaggerated ‘bam!’- boisterous and far too loud. “We were young once.”

She hums, watching your embarrassed expression. “I’m glad you liked the dress last night.”

“Of course, thank you again!” You exclaim, glad for the change in subject, “It was beautiful- I’m surprised you had something in my size.”

Amali laughs, her gaze shifting to Leona. “You didn’t tell her?”

You cock your head, now also looking at Leona. “Tell me what?”

Leona would never tell Queen Amali Kingscholar to shut up; he was raised to respect women, especially his brother’s wife. Instead he grumbles a ‘don’t’ as Amali giggles at his expense.

“He asked me to order it for you.” She says, nudging Leona with her elbow. “He wanted something that’d match his suit, the possessive brat. I was surprised he got your measurements so accurate- someone must’ve been paying attention.”

You can’t help the smile that tugs at your own lips as you watch Leona shift uncomfortably, pretending to be more intrigued by stirring his porridge than the conversation at hand.

“Thank you.” You whisper to him, squeezing his hand. He grumbles something close to a ‘welcome’ underneath his breath, and you know in that moment that he’s been yours this entire time, too.

- - -

As the students of Night Raven College return from their winter vacation, flooding the hall of mirrors en masse with presents they received over the break and embarrassing stories of family hot on their tongues, Ruggie is the first one who notices. Even if his keen senses couldn’t immediately pick up on your intermingling scents, it doesn’t take an apex predator to notice the lovesick glances Leona exchanges with you as the both of you simultaneously enter the hall.

After all the pining, the fights, the tension so thick that Ruggie could sink his teeth into it, he could finally rest and stop playing Cupid’s referee to your will-they-won’t-they schtick. He smiles to himself and thinks of the betting pool posted in his dorm room, dollar signs humming through his veins as he anticipates the happy payday.

“Took you long enough.” The hyena snickers as Leona approaches, coming to greet him as you break off to meet with your friends.

“Yeah.” Leona says with an uncharacteristic softness, his eyes trailing after you as you greet Grim (making sure he hadn’t burnt down Ramshackle in your time away, no doubt), Ace, Deuce and the others -

“It did.”

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10 points to anyone who can tell which Disney character I based Tiaga off of.

the lion header is by firefly-graphics!

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seraphdreams · 2 years

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HOW THEY LIKE IT AND WHERE | TWST HC.

leona kingscholar / floyd leech / silver x fem! reader.

synopsis. how they like to fuck you and where they like to cum.

contains. dumbification, overstimulation, somnophilia, multiple rounds mentioned, biting, creampies, cunnilingus. 18+ mdni.

author’s note. first time writing twst, let me know if i should do more. might transfer over to @leonha so follow there too, if you want!

HOW LEONA LIKES IT.

— leona likes when you think you have control, when you’re on top, riding him until your poor little legs can’t handle it. the way you whine and beg for him to take over only fuels his evergrowing ego and if you plead well enough for him, he might consider flipping you both over and giving you what you really want. he fucks good, so be prepared to get overstimulated in a matter of seconds, dumbed down to nothing but a babbling fleshlight for him.

WHERE HE LIKES TO CUM.

— leona likes to cum on your stomach or just above your pussy. he’s meticulous about it because he definitely wouldn’t risk getting you pregnant. if you’re on birth control, he might feel more lenient to cumming inside you but don’t expect it every time.

HOW FLOYD LIKES IT.

— floyd likes you bent over and on display. it’s how he always starts off every session, pounding into you from behind, gripping at the fat of your hips and forcing you down into an arch. he’ll switch positions and maybe you’ll be underneath this time, it’s more fun that way. he has incredible stamina and if he could, he’d fuck you all day. he loves nipping your skin with his sharp teeth anywhere he can; your shoulder, your nipples, your tummy, your clit—any place where he can get a cute reaction out of you. if he’s in a giving mood, he’d especially pass you around between jade as well. the best thing to him is when you’re all dumb from pleasure.

WHERE HE LIKES TO CUM.

— floyd likes to cum inside you. he likes to see how your twitching cunt oozes his seed after each round. he’ll take his fingers and stuff all of it right back in too, he’s romantic like that. if you were just on your knees sucking him off, he’d cum on your face and maybe even take a few pictures to go jerk off to later.

HOW SILVER LIKES IT.

— silver’s prone to sleeping and he doesn’t trust himself enough to have sex with you without dozing off. that’s why you both came to a mutual agreement that concluded in letting you get yourself off if need be when he’s asleep. he likes when you slip under the covers and hold his heavy cock in your hand, steadily pumping him to hardness before slipping him inside you. he lets out little huffy whimpers and breaths from your ministrations as he slowly blinks himself awake to the sight of your face contorted from the pleasure of grinding yourself over his cock.

WHERE HE LIKES TO CUM.

— silver doesn’t have a preference on where he likes to cum, he’ll cum wherever you tell him. if you want his seed inside you, he’ll do just that. if you want him to cum down your throat, he’ll do that too. he gets sleepy after sex but he always makes sure to clean you up after, whether that be getting a damp towel or just spending time between your legs, lapping at your cunt until he eventually falls asleep on your thigh.

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leonha · 9 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.

c. leona kingscholar x bimbo!fem reader

warnings. toys, mean leona (he drives ofc), college setting, reader’s 20 y/o.

a/n. i’ve been on this account for over a year and this is my first drabble. not proofread, was very horny when i wrote this - enjoy!

“Happy birthday, ‘Ona!”

Well, if it wasn’t Leona’s favorite girl, strutting your way to his car with a small gift bag tucked under your hand. He sat in the driver's seat, head tilted against the headrest as he watched you trot to him in your tiny dress.

“Really takin’ your damn time. Hurry it up, we got reservations.”

There’s a pout evident on your cherry glossed lips as you settle yourself into his vehicle. It’s nice that he gets to break away from school on his birthday—And it’s even nicer that he brought you along with him; His precious freshman. “Don’t be so mean, you bully. I got you a gift!”

He sits up, his eyes following you while the slightest tinge of a smirk quirks at his lips. He quickly took into account his true situation. He got himself caught up with a pink loving bimbo and you sure as hell weren’t leaving him any time soon. “Must be real special to ya, getting me gifts and all.”

You hold the bag up in his direction and he takes it from your grasp. “Of course, you’re special, ‘Ona. You’re my boyfriend!”

He waves off your last set of words, digging through clusters of tissue paper to finally uncover his present. His expression sours as he takes a finer look at the device in his hand.

“And what am I gonna do with this?” It’s a bullet vibrator with a tail end, hot pink and small—Just as you are.

“Use it on me.” The tone of your voice was lower now and from the way you were squirming in the seat of the car, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity. He starts up the car in one swift motion, his other hand fidgeting with the vibrator. “Keep it in til’ we get to the place. If you cum, I'm leaving ya.”

As if it were instinct, you take the vibrator from his hand and shift your panties to the side, clicking the toy on and lodging it inside your cunt.

The first few minutes of the drive were safe aside from your incessant moaning in an attempt to stave off your pleasure. It wasn’t until his fingers found their way to your clit, strumming the nub in harsh circles that left you dizzy. You’d switch between biting at your lip to gripping his wrist to calm you down yet they were futile in the battle of stopping you from getting off because if there was one thing Leona had the energy for, it was teasing you until you were a dumb mess of a toy for his own pleasure. And it seemed to work when you cried out his name, letting him know that you couldn’t take it anymore, that you were gonna cum. You weren’t even halfway to the restaurant when your high washed over you and his freshly detailed car seat was littered in your essence. He scoffed at your weak resolve, pulling over on the highway and unlocking the doors.

“We had a deal. Get out.”

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laurentdiroseti · 2 years

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{Leona Kingscholar x gn/MC}

"Don't bark, my king"

Tags: dom, brat, bite, really soft violence, teasing...

After some evil siblings let Grim and you to rust in the cold, Jack offers you the opportunity to spend the night in Savanaclaw, a warm bed awaits for you hopefully?

Leona: “definetly no”.

MC: "how can you be so heartless? We helped you before".

Leona: "I wouldn't call that help and that cat can sleep with Ruggie for all I care but I won't allow humans here".

You didn't understand from where this imminent discrimination came from, after all, he has never shown it to you. What's his deal?, you wonder. As the number one stubborn person in the planet you would not give up yet. You shut the door and heard his groan in disapproval.

Leona: "what have I just said, child?". He approached menacingly in a slow peace that gave you the chills. You knew you were walking on thin ice. You took one of the sleeping bags Ruggie showed you before and put it in front of him, somehow it also was a barrier.

MC: "see, there's floor enough for me to sleep on. Just let me stay". At this point you could only beg. The moon bathed his back giving him a dark atmosphere. The moonlight was bordering his hair making it look thinner, his shoulders bulkier, his arms stuffer and his eyes brighter. Then, he oppened his mouth revealing his white fangs in a mischievous grin.

In a split of second the sleeping bag you were holding fell to the ground totally ruined by three long claw marks, which let out all the feathers it contained.

Leona: "pity, you can't sleep on the floor anymore".

That somehow turn up your brat switch. You jumped straight to his bed falling in the middle. His expression was priceless.

MC: "if I can't sleep on the floor then I'll have to use the bed". You said sarcastically kissing one of the feathers that flew next to you.

You were ready to get a kick off the room, but something was off. You couldn't see Leona's face due to the sudden darkness, but he was death quiet.

MC: "Leona? Are you all right? It was a joke, I'll get off now".

He stepped to the end of the bed and crawl his way on all four till he faced you.

MC: "Leona?"

When the moonlight appeared again you could see his face clearly. His eyes were glowing, his mouth mid open showing his fangs as he grasped air desperately. The most curious thing was that his cheeks were red. Definetly, not the expression you thought he would give you. Even though he was heavily looking at you it didn't feel like he was a menace.

Leona: "you had to be so stupid right?". He grabbed the sheets next to your head in his fist. "Do you know what this mean?" He said as he pressed his lower parts against yours. You jolt slightly when you felt how hard he was.

MC: "you are in heat?" The answer was obvious but you couldn't escape your oblivious nature.

He grinned and low his head till he was desperately breathing next to your ear.

Leona: "no, I just want to ravage you so bad you would never leave this room if I don't order so". He whispered in a croaky voice.

MC: "don't bark, my king".

Leona's heart skipped a beat after hearing you call him by his most desired title, king. You knew this weak point of his and couldn't resist to use it repeatedly while kissing his cheek.

Leona: "stupid child... Stop it or I'm gonna lose my patience".

MC: "didn't know you have that".

Tired of your comebacks he turned you face down on the bed and left you facing the shattered sheets he grabbed before. At the same time, he took you by the neck and pressed you down the bed. Hate to break it to you, but you couldn't move. His weight was pressing your lower back while his hand made sure you couldnt lift your head.

You felt one finger move from your nape to the end of your back, making his way inside your shirt and returning to the starting point, leaving your back in plain view. He enjoyed watching you twitch by the cold breeze softly caressing your back. But your twitches stopped abruptly when you noticed his hair laying down as his wet lips left a gentle kiss in the middle of your back.

Nonetheless, in an instant his fangs were tearing your skin, while his lips and tongue sucked the surrounding area. When he finished his work he groaned as he contemplated the results.

Leona: "enough of being nice, you entered the lion's den".

---[Part 2]

[thanks to my friend Moon who gave me this scenario idea]

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pinkaditty · 3 months

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If it's not inconvenient, I would like to order Leona with a female reader with prompt 5 18,20 and 30 (if you can't do everything, you can choose just one prompt, I don't want to leave you overwhelmed)

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a/n: sub!reader… so many sub!reader asks… i will write these to the best of my ability but i don’t write it often (i don’t really know how to be a sub lol?) so ill do my best to write this in an appealing way without it being cringe. ALSO if u have submitted an ask. I SEE IT I PROMISE!! none of the asks i have received as of now have been against my rules or too much for me to write. I promise I will get to your ask! Please be patient with me!

cw: omegaverse!au (a/b/o), size difference, cock warming, dacryphilia, penetration, fem!reader, sub!reader, not proofread, and leona being a pos as per usual (/lh).

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Whenever the haughty prince, Leona Kingscholar, was in a rut, everyone in the palace knew.

Everyone.

The two of you were not quiet, and since he doesn’t like to go anywhere, you would stay cooped up in his room, and all palace staff and residents would make it a point to avoid that area to spare themselves the noise and embarrassment. Neither you nor Leona cared, though. As long as you had time to yourselves, that was all that mattered.

You were currently seated reverse cowgirl on his barbed cock, your puffy cunt stretched wide over the sheer girth. No matter how many times he fucked you silly with it, you could never get used to the size. Thick and long, it filled up the entirety of your cunt and then some, the pointed tip pressing into your cervix. You were shaking and could hardly feel your legs any longer, staying obediently upright on his cock. You didn’t dare move much more than your trembling. He was stretched out on his bed, his arms crossed behind his neck, his eyes closed. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he was sleeping, but the smirk on his face was a dead giveaway, as well as the gentle twitching of his cock within your heat.

The reason your body, quite small in comparison to his, was seated on his groin was to keep yourself plugged up from endeavors just passed. He insisted on it every time. You just had to sit and wait until he was at full mast again, at which point he would tell you to start moving. If simply sitting on his cock was enough to have you trembling, you were sure feeling him slide against your walls would destroy you.

But until then, you were simply seated on his cock. You curled and uncurled your toes, already getting antsy while waiting for some movement. It was becoming pure torture. You knew he was enjoying this. You didn’t have to look at him to know that a devilish smirk accompanied the amused scoff you just heard.

You felt him twitch inside you again. Whether he was doing this to tease you or simply because the buildup was hard to bear, you didn’t know. What you did know was that he was hard, and rapidly approaching full mast. You only had so much longer until his twitching tip eventually kissed your cervix, and you would know it was time to start moving again. You still don’t dare to move much, trying to breathe deeply and keep yourself from losing your mind. Even though you’d been sitting for a while, he was still stretching you out. It’s already such a feat, your small hole somehow managing to fit Leona’s impressive girth. You didn’t know how you were going to take much more, even if you knew you could. You start to get a little dizzy, the overwhelming girth becoming hard to bear. Tears prick the edges of your eyes from the odd mix of pain and pleasure. To better get yourself used to his size, you squeeze your walls around him, squeezing your eyes shut at the same time. Tears roll down your face as you clench yourself tightly, desperately attempting to accustom yourself to the enormous length.

You feel him smack your ass, and you yelp at the sharp pain. You slowly turn your body, your cunt twitching at the sensation of movement, looking at him with tears in your eyes. He whips his tail back and forth in satisfaction, a wide smirk on his face. His sharp eyes narrow at your tears, and his smirk only grows wider as a light chuckle escapes his lips.

“Turn around. Let me see you."

His cock twitched in your heat. He was at full mast.

You slowly turn yourself, gently moving your legs the best you can. Your legs feel like jelly, and you struggle to turn while keeping him inside you. You lift yourself with your arms, gently twisting your legs around. Your cunt twitches more at the movement, and you whimper and bite your lip as you twist. When you finally fully turn, facing him, your arms are struggling to hold yourself up, your legs curled behind you. You are slightly lifted off of his cock, and trying to prepare yourself to slide him back in. You don't dare to look at him, already knowing that he is simply enjoying the show. You slowly lower yourself back down, tears spilling from your eyes. You squeeze your eyes shut at the length filling you again, and a small whimper escapes your lips, tightly pursed to prevent moans from slipping out. Tiny sobs slip out as you finally reach his base, your heat having fully taken in his girth. Your whole body is shaking, and despite knowing what's coming, you hope for a little bit of rest in between. But Leona won't afford you that. No, he likes to be entertained.

“Start moving."

You sob at his words, not sure how you were going to manage this on your own. You'd be a liar if you claimed to not enjoy it, though. You liked how he ensured he was always in control, always entertained. You bite your lip and begin to obey, sliding yourself up and down his length. The sensation of him rubbing against your walls is far too much to bear. Your legs are trembling and your lips are no longer pursed, moans slipping from your lips as you ride him. As painful as his girth is, it is also insanely pleasurable, rubbing against all your sweet spots. He grunts, reaching out to grab your hips and steady your movements. You can tell he's resisting the urge to thrust upwards, clenching his jaw and narrowing his eyes. The sound of skin on skin, wet copulation, and loud moaning quickly fills the room.

Your eyes roll back, tears still spilling from them. You grab Leona's wrists, attempting to stabilize yourself. You keep moving, lifting and dropping your body carelessly over his length, simply chasing the ecstasy-inducing friction and the building orgasm threatening to rip through you. You can barely focus, your vision all bleary, but you glance at him and notice his wicked smile, staring at your expression. Of course he enjoyed your tears, an obvious sign of how good it all was. You can feel it approaching, and you dig your nails into Leona's wrists, gasping for air at the feeling. Leona is not in much better shape, grunting and groaning, clearly letting the sensations get to him. To spur him on further, you clench your walls on him again, tightening yourself around him. You curl your toes and loudly sob, feeling the orgasm coming. You keep bouncing, chasing it, addicted to how it feels to be full of such a large girth.

Finally, it comes, and rips through you, causing you to clench your walls even tighter and moan loudly, arching your back at the feeling. Leona thrusts upwards only once, burying his length within you, and releasing deep inside you. His hot cum fills you up all at once, and you relish the feeling, the warmth seeping into your womb and settling in.

The two of you pant heavily as you come down from your high. Your muscles slowly relax, and you begin to slouch, catching your breath from the endeavor. Leona recovers far quicker than you, and pulls his arms back, slapping your thighs and smirking at you again.

“Stay put."

And so, you were to stay put, plugged full, at least until he was hard again and ready for another round.

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demonichikikomori · 2 years

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Stupid Pillows

Leona Kingscholar x Fem!Reader

Word Count Tumblr: 2.2k+

I cannot control myself. He is so high up on my favorite male-sluts list. Also, before anyone complains: I am an adult and I own Squishmallows. MC is not “child-coded” because she collects fucking pillows. She’s seeking comfort in something because she was thrown into a new world with no friends or family and now has to deal with a bunch of grumpy guys at an all-boys school. Her only companion is a fucking cat monster.

You’d be obsessed with pillows with faces too.

Anyways, this was inspired by this because I love Leona and I think he is just… (Lies face down in his chest)

SUMMARY:

Leona comes over trying to get nasty, but you’d rather show him your Squishmallows

Tags: MC wants Leona to appreciate Francis the Lion, voyeurism(?)

Leona is scowling. His eyebrow is twitching. And his tail is flicking against the soft sheets of your bed.

The Housewarden was invited over for a ‘sleepover’ since he was the one who usually made you come to him instead.

Having you text him so boldly with the wet eyed emoji made him swell with pride at your newfound confidence. He told Ruggie to keep watch over Savanaclaw for the night before he left and rushed over to Ramshackle. He could see you in his mind already, naked and waiting for him to use you however he pleased. Maybe you wore something pretty for him to tear off of you. Maybe you would be waiting for him at the door with lusty eyes as he threw you onto the dingy little couch and made you forget your own name. But he was clearly wrong.

You clapped excitedly as he arrived under the cover of moonlight and you dragged him up to your room the moment he made it into Ramshackle. It turns out, you didn’t invite him over like sex as he thought, but to introduce him to a bunch of pillows. But at 11pm? There has to be something else that you wanted. At least, Leona was hopeful that there was.

You may be living below the poverty line, but that doesn’t mean you can’t make yourself comfortable with what little allowance you have. So you spent it on stuffed animals. “This is Reshma! She’s a cow and she usually sleeps right here!” You smiled happily and held up the round egg shaped pillow for Leona to admire. But he didn’t seem to be in a very admiring mood. The two of you were sitting on your bed, you were closest to the headboard and surrounded by the egg shaped pillows with simplified faces. Leona had come over in sweats and a t-shirt, expecting to be naked by now as he watched you happily fawn over your amassed collection of pillows.“I see…” He grumbled as his ears flattened against his head. The beastman was making an attempt to be enthusiastic, but it was extremely hard when he came over ready to dick you down. “Isn’t she cute?” You asked with a wide smile and he nodded in response as he sat with his legs crossed, his elbow propped up on his knee with his chin in his palm as he offered a small smile.

He actually thought that you were the cute one. You looked so good in those tiny shorts and your oversized sweatshirt with the school logo on the front. Your expression was joyful when showing him each of the stuffed animal creatures, inching closer and closer to him with each introduction. But, why are you showing him your stupid pillow animals when you should be showing him what panties you’re wearing? If you’re even wearing any. “Okay, okay, this is Bernardo! He’s a burrito! Cool right? He’s one of the biggest ones I have! Here, hold him really quick,” You handed Leona the large Squishmallow, watching him squeeze the plush pillow in his hands with a confused expression. “O… Kay?” He silently appreciated that the company could at least keep up some diversity and make food and not just colorful animals. His eyes scanned over your body as you began to dig through the colorful plush pile. Your back was turned as you sat on your hands and knees, not realizing your ass was in direct view. “I’m so glad you came over, I’ve been wanting to show you my collection for a while now! I think since you sleep so much, you’ll really like these guys!” You giggled softly and grabbed onto a brown lion with a fluffy reddish mane.

Before you could turn around to introduce the larger pillow, you felt the waistband of your shorts being tugged down. The cool air from within the room slipped over the soft flesh of your behind as Leona let out a rumble. “Hey.” He growled and your grip on the lion tightened, your eyes started to grow bigger.

“You didn’t just invite me over here for this, did you? I mean, it’s 11:30. No one just sets up a date and kicks out their pet monster to show off a few pillows.” He was interrogating you while tugging your shorts lower until they slipped over the curve of your ass. His eyebrows raised with amusement to what was exposed from underneath your shorts. A lacy thong, nice and snug up your ass. They were a pale brown color with intricately designed flowers sewn into the stringy and expensive looking garment. “Well…” You trailed off with your ears starting to burn. “I wanted you to see my Squishmallows first since you’ve never been over before…” You murmured softly as your shorts were being slipped down your thighs and off of your ankles. You listened to them hit the floor unceremoniously as Leona began to crawl on top, pulling at the elastic of your underwear, only to let it snap back against your skin. “Thank you for introducing me.” He purred into your ear, gently kissing your temple as he shifted from above you. You could hear the soft rustling of clothes and something prodded against your thigh. “You okay with takin’ a break?” He asked sweetly, his deep voice tickled the sensitive skin of your ear as you nodded in agreement.

Leona was grinding against you, his hips rolling slowly as one of his large hands gave the soft flesh of your ass a squeeze. You hugged the lion pillow close, realizing that all of your Squishmallows did in fact have eyes and faces. Eyes and faces that were smiling blankly at you and the scene unfolding. “Um, Leona?” You whispered and turned your head back to him, groaning softly as he began gliding his thumb over the wettening patch of your lacy underwear. “What?” Leona’s voice was soft as he pressed his thumb against your clothed clit. “Should… Um, my Squishmallows have eyes. You know?” You spoke up, feeling embarrassed over such a trivial thing. Sure they were just cotton and fabric, but it didn’t make it any less intimidating to be watched. Leona seemed confused by what you were trying to say as he tugged the thong to the side, slipping a finger inside of your now soaked pussy. “I mean, yeah they have faces. What about them?” He asked with a frown as his tail slipped over your thigh to rest. You could feel the heaviness of his penis resting against your ass while his finger pumped in and out of you slowly. “They’re… Watching.” You muttered with a shy expression, clutching the lion even tighter, suffocating the round egg shaped pillow in your chest. Leona let out a soft ‘ohhh’ in realization, but he didn’t seem deterred. No, this was an opportunity for him. “Even though you introduced me to them? You don’t want them here anymore?” He asked with a soft and teasing tone. A free hand slipped under your sweatshirt to find bare skin, he gently pinched your side as another finger pushed inside of you. “I think they might like to play the role of the audience, ain’t that right Bernardo?” He asked the large stuffed burrito that had been discarded beside him. You chose to hide your face in the mattress knowing that eyes were on you. Yes you planned to have sex with Leona, but that was after nearly putting your Squishmallows on the floor where they couldn’t see you and the dirty things you wanted to do.

“Hey, what’re you hiding your face for?” He asked with a smirk, his fingers pulled out of you slowly. They glistened with clear slick and he lapped them clean with a quiet groan. “I think they’d love to watch their favorite person getting fucked.” He whispered and your walls clenched hungrily for more attention. You were biting back all of your sounds as your hips raised off of the bed, feeling Leona adjusting himself from behind you as he nudged his tip against your opening. “Oh? So you agree then? So eager.” He laughed, the low rumble danced into your ears as you tried to reach and pull your hood over your head. A hand held onto your hip as he rubbed against your wet folds, a soft growl left his throat as he pressed his weight on top of you. You were now flattened against the mattress as he used his other hand to grab your wrist. The beastman tugged gently on the limb and his long braid tickled your cheek as you craned your neck to look up at him with embarrassment.

He was eyeing the lion underneath you which was now deformed from your intense hold. Leona was quiet as you looked between him and the soft egg shaped lion, Leona was scowling again. It could be because he didn’t have much resemblance to the round pillow. Or maybe it reminded him of someone. A choked scream was torn out of your throat as Leona pushed inside with a growl, teeth latching onto the soft skin of your ear. His cock slid against your soft walls which clenched tightly around him. You felt him roll his hips to push in deeper until he was comfortably nestled inside while stretching you out to fit around him. He twitched and throbbed as you trembled, hungry for friction as you struggled to hold back your moans and cries. You weren’t new to Leona filling you up, not at all. You recalled the first time being intimidating as you shyly pushed him away, only to be hugged tightly against his naked body and filled to the point of seeing stars.

You loved it.

He was still as you squeezed around him, shuddering as you tried to squirm in order to get more friction. But with Leona’s weight pressing down on you that made it impossible. Your heart was thumping in your chest as you whined, softly begging him to move as his teeth tugged on your ear. “Hah? You think you can tell me what to do? I already walked here.” He huffed softly as he pulled out slowly before pressing back in, nudging against a soft spot inside of you. Your head flew back, almost slamming into the beastman’s chin as you hugged the lion into your chest. Leona began a steady and even pace as you tried choking back your sounds, avoiding the gazes of your many Squishmallows as Leona panted softly in your ear. You were so full, so hot, and you wouldn’t last for too long. His thumb slipped into your mouth, pressing down on the flat of your tongue as your stifled sounds crescendoed. The soft smack of skin and the thin layer of sweat building on your body caused your head to spin. Drool coated Leona’s thumb as your jaw remained slack, allowing him to pull the digit away as he kissed your temple and sat up. His thrusts stilled, and he yanked up your hips into the air. Your eyes fluttered shut as Leona rubbed his now saliva slicked thumb over the tight ring of muscle, prodding carefully at the fluttering hole. You heard him grumble something and flinched, yelling softly as you felt him spit on the hole. It was cooling quickly and you felt the pad of his calloused thumb circle the ring to properly lubricate it. Well, lubricate it as much as possible. Your body was on fire as he pushed his thumb in slowly, and began to pull out of you. As he began his slow and steady pace, you moaned feeling his thumb matching the set pace with each pump.

At this point you wanted to scream as Leona held you tightly in his grip, his soft laughs melted into breathless groans as the pace began to steadily increase. You were shaking listening to Leona pick and tease from above. “Such a nasty slut, you really do like this don’t you?” He asked as you shook your head in disagreement. “Oh? Then why are you moanin’ like you aren’t being watched?” He asked as you tried hiding your face again. You forgot your Squishmallows, we're still watching you. “You really do like your little audience huh? That’s why you invited me over instead right? Because you wanted me to find out how much you love being watched?” He whispered, you could tell he was smirking and you tried shaking your head again. The burning friction from inside of you became a familiar tight coil which was ready to snap at the soonest command. You didn’t want the feeling to end yet.

“I love the feeling of being inside of you.” He moaned against your ear and you felt the coil within snap. You choked out his name, feeling his nails dig into you as a wave rolled over your body. Your orgasm electrified your nerves as your legs flexed. You hadn’t cum this hard in a very long time. You could feel him unloading inside with a low growl, feeling his weight on top of you as he slowly pulled his thumb out of the puckering hole. Your hands relaxed around the lion Squishmallow, shaking on your way down from your high.

You were so glad you introduced Leona to your Squishmallows. But you know he plans to make you walk back to Savanaclaw after tonight.

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angelsrcute · 28 days

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I suck his dick, it's big, it's very-very big! ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd make you cockwarm him while he works, the door unlocked, his dick so close to your g-spot but he wouldn't let you move! hands keeping your waist in place as his dick keeps you all stuffed n warm.

“I'll be done soon, sweetheart, you can wait a little more right? So, be a good girl n stop movin’ so much.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd praise you for sucking him off so good, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you try not to gag on his huge dick. Guiding your tongue on his dick, gently holding your hair, shooting thick ropes of cum in your mouth.

“God, your mouth feels so good, my sweets. Keep goin’ alright? looking so pretty f’ me.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd taunt n insult you while you gag on his dick, roughly grabbing your hair and making you take him fully. Your mascara n lipstick all ruined, eyes rollin’ back when he cums in your mouth. :(

“You look like some cheap whore like this, y'know. I bet you're getting wet from me degrading you, hm? As expected.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you in a mating press, his big cock stretching your insides, hitting your womb. Pressin’ his hand on your tummy to feel his dick in you, making you whine. Your tummy already full from how much he cums, you definitely can't go for another round.. + he's gonna fuck you till you need a wheelchair.

“It won't fit? Don't worry, darlin’. Gonna make your cunt remember my dick, don't worry! Even if it does forgets, I'll just fuck ya again.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you till your dumb n can only think of him and his dick if you do decide to act all bratty or he'd just tie you up n put a vibrator on your clit and watch as you squirm around trying to get a release, but he turns off the vibrator just when you're gonna cum. :(

"Should've thought before being like that, what did you expect, princess? acting all flirty with that random guy, trying to make me jealous."

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who’re either super experienced from sleeping around or just fucking virgin losers, walkin’ around with that big ass dick in his pants.

— FYODOR, Leona, Dazai, NIKOLAI, Beel, Chuuya, Diavolo, SEBEK, Lucifer, Malleus, MAMMON, Jack, Blade, Neuvillette, Sampo, IDIA, Zhongli, Scara, CHILDE, TOJI, Jing yuan, Gojo, Sukuna, NANAMI, Dr. ratio, Wriothesley, ALHAITHAM, CATER + your favs.

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mochinomnoms · 5 months

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Please share the lewd interspecies romance.

Okay so mostly I have thoughts over the Octavinelle trio, especially the twins 🫣 but i wrote a lil something for most of them! also this was not meant to be so long idk what happened

[tags] - nsfw, AFAB-implied reader, but written gender-neutral, mentions of ruts/heats, breeding, etc

nsfw under read-more, minors DNI!

If you really compare humans to the nonhuman population of Twisted Wonderland, there's are some small physiological differences between species. Fae, surprisingly, don't differ from humans all too much. Land dwellers in general don't have anything too significant, though all of nonhuman species retain aspects of their animal counterparts.

Most of Savanaclaw goes through some sort of rut/heat during various times in the year, primarily early spring and summer. There's no logical reason for them to retain that aspect of their mating cycle anymore, not for a sentient species that have skills of logic and reasoning. Unfortunately, they didn't get to choose how their evolution worked, and so they have to deal with it in anyway they can.

They get a lot more irritable, they have throbbing headaches, their abdomen hurts, and the scent of their mate is a lot more enticing than normal. Jack probably has it the worst of them, as a wolf beastmen. Not only does he have to deal with a fever-inducing rut that will put him out of commission for a week, afterwards he has to deal with the a/b/o jokes from his classmates too, oh the horror. It is really a horror though when he's able to bend you over his bed, bite marks aligned your neck and back as his dick pounds into you till his knot swells and locks you in for at least an hour. Jack's incredibly embarrassed afterwards, though he manages to be incredibly sweet even after rearranging your guts. Wolf beastmen are one of the most affectionate partners to have with a reputation providing some of the best aftercare for their species. It's most likely to make up for their week-long copulation, stretching and tiring out their sweet little mates. Ooooh, but they'll so very sweet: cleaning up the sticky mess of fluids between your legs with their tongue, careful to not overstimulate you (unless you ask), tending to the mating mark they placed on the back of your neck with soft kisses and licks, and making sure to prop your lower half up to that your chances of taking their seed increases.

Lacking the annual rut/heat that other variants of beastmen have, lion and hyena beastmen are more similar is this regard, as they don't have the same issue of long copulations as wolf beastmen. Neither will initiate sex, rather they'll rely on their mates to do so. Ruggie, in particular, is rather reluctant initiating sex, as male hyenas are typically more submissive, so if you're shy you'll have to get over it. But once you do, Ruggie is ever so happy to service you if you're happy to give him praise. Run your hands through his hair and ears as he eats you out, he'll let out the cutest whimpers and groans as you do. Just, expect to be jellyboned by the time he's done with you, as a hyena he needs to make sure his mate won't snip back at him and you can't exactly do that if your fucked out. While he may not have the same stamina as Jack for week-long fuck session, he has a particularly short refractory period and can have several short sessions in a single night.

Leona also won't typically initiate sex on his own, it happens very sporadically, and he his the image of the lazy lion. While he never wants to do anything particularly extraneous, who is he to deny you needs? You'll have to do some preparing though, as while the barbs on his dick aren't as bad as they are in his animal variant, they will hurt if you're not wet and pliable enough. Be sure to sit on his face, don't worry you won't suffocate him and it's better you cum a few times first before taking him. Unless you want it to hurt? Once you've cum enough times, you can ride him to your heart's content. He only asks that you don't mention how he rubs his head into the crook of your neck, marking you so that if everyone couldn't tell by the sounds coming from his room, they'd know you're his from his scent. Lions are quite protective with their territory and pride after all.

Merfolk have the most extreme physiological differences between them and...any land dweller really. It comes with the territory of being suited for a completely different environment. They also behave a lot more similarly to their animal counterparts, which can be both delicious and exhausting for their humans.

Moray eels don't have a set time of the year they mate, but rather the water must be warm and plenty of food must be ready to provide to their mate. When the spring time weather above the sea starts transitioning from crisp to blazing, don't be too surprised when the twins start handfeeding you meals and snacks throughout the week, they want to make sure you're happy and full for them, getting you in the mood with a sweet, dizzying underwater dance to initiate until they get the okay from you. What's that 'okay' though? You know that yawning I mentioned before? You'll get your answer from them now, as they take your open mouth yawn as an invitation rather than a sign of tiredness. Floyd, in particular, is ready to drag you into the deep part of the pool before remembering that you need to breathe somehow. Not a problem. He'll keep your pretty head above water. You'll still have trouble breathing as his long tapered tongue worms his way in your mouth. No matter, you'll be gasping for breath as he bullies this cock into your hole, large enough that you can physically feel the bump on your stomach. Morays are awfully fond of wrapping themselves around their mates, seeing as Floyd will do his best to tangle his tail around your body and squeezing you as you squeeze down his dick. He loves the physical contact between you two, and is amused how your nails try to dig into his shoulders seeing as the mucus on his skin makes it near impossible to have a steady grasp. You're completely dependent on Floyd as you drool and cry out for relief from the overstimulation, which is oh so ever exciting.

Jade is equally as cruel when it comes to mating. Unlike the others, merfolk tend to mate with the intention to, well, mate. He prefers you to be soft and pliant for him, as well as wholly depending as you two fuck. So, he'll happily brew you a water-breathing potion so he can actually drag you into the deep, where he found a secluded, warm grotto that will allow him to keep you to himself for hours, but close enough to the surface that he can continuously grab you food to eat between sessions. Not that those sessions will be short either. Like his brother, Jade is content to wrap himself around your body as he cooed honeyed words into your ears about how you'll make a wet, warm, soft hole for breeding. It's not like he'll have to do much either, his dick is prehensile and he can wrap himself around you, swiping kisses and nuzzling into the crook of your very sensitive neck while his thick cock continuously pounds into you with a bruising pace. He's so mean!! He likes seeing you cry from overstimulation too, and Jade will continuously scoot down to clean you up with his tongue, only to claim that too much of his seed was gone and he needed to fill you up again for another few hours. He's truly quite incorrigible, especially when he bites into your neck and shoulders to make his claim on you. Don't worry, most morays' bites aren't venomous, and even if they are, you have him to care for you. You're going to be depending on him in the water anyway, so there's no need to worry about it too much.

Something that neither probably won't mention, probably because they won't realize it's something you should know, is that they can change their sex under the right conditions. If you're ever so inclined in the future to test the waters out, the twins might be so generous to let you eat them out instead.

Of the trio, Azul's the only one with an established mating season, two actually: one in the late spring and the other in the early fall. Respectively, one during finals and the other during orientation. He's already so incredibly stressed, and he has the need to breed too? Downright atrocious. It's wonderful that you're so kind that he can take refuge in you and use you like a new octopot, so tell him how pretty he is and how much you love him and only him, so that you have the privilege fucking his merform. The moment you're entering the water, he'll unconsciously display mating signals by flashing soft lilacs and blues, a beautiful display of his need for you. He's rather large, even bigger than the twins, in his merform, so you'll need preparation as well; have no fear, his tentacles are wrapping and kneading the squishiest parts of you. I mentioned before that he can taste the salt on your skin and pulse through your wrist via his suckers. He can taste the slick from your walls, too, without even having to use his mouth as the suckers massage you from the inside. If you'd like, he technically could give you a full flavor profile afterward, though he'll probably be a bit mortified to do so. The biggest difference is his dick, or lack thereof. Instead of a dick, Azul has a hectocotylus, which is a modified, slightly shorter arm of his with a thicker spade-shaped tip that he can practically rearrange your guts with, with little effort on his part really. Most octo-mer variants will keep their mate at a distance, eons of instinct hard to forget. Azul's variant, though, will keep you close, almost dancing with you in a sweet, sensual twirl as he places sweet kissing and bites on your neck, arms, and chest. Octopi are, in fact, venomous, however, so you will be feeling a bit of a lustful high, paralyzed, and a bit helpless to the whims of a needy octopus. He's quite good at aftercare though, making sure you get an antidote and handfeeding you calorie-rich snacks to energize you back up (again, he's aware that you won't eat him, but instinct dictates that he keeps you full with both food and cum to make you a happy mate).

*collapses into heap on floor* thoughts....full.....ahahaha breeding kink go burrrrr. i was not meant to write this much and then it escaped me. also i hate tagging

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angelltheninth · 8 months

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How would the TWST dorm leaders react to their girlfriend wearing a piece of clothing that turns them on? And what would it be?

The last part of this ask got me real stumped cause honestly? I have no idea what's sexy so I'm winging it.

Pairing: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, lingerie, grinding, desk sex, keeping clothes as a souvenir, teasing, making out, getting pinned, rough sex, jealousy, possessiveness, marking, creampie

A/N: I wrote this and I still have no idea what counts as sexy clothing. I guess ties and suits for me idk.

RIDDLE + STRAPLESS BRA

He only sees it when you're behind closed doors of course but he knows you're wearing it under your uniform all day. It's so damn easy for him to push it down when you're alone and have free access to your breasts, pushing his head against them, his breath tickling your nipples as he pushes his cock in and out of you.

LEONA + MINI-SKIRT

It means that all he has to do is hike the skirt up and move your panties to the side to fuck you. One less article of clothing in his way, not to mention everyone can see the marks on your thighs left by him, how you're claimed by him in multiple places. He can also take off your panties completely, use them to clean you up and pocket them, telling you to come an collect them in his bedroom after class.

AZUL + STOCKINS

There are so many things he can do. Snap the elastic band against your skin, tear them off, push his fingers underneath the smooth material to hold your legs apart. He wasn't expecting you to wear them today, it's a nice but distracting surprise that he will be sure to take full advantage of and revel in as his cock splits your cunt open on his desk.

KALIM + OPEN SHIRT

No way are you wearing that out in the open. Although he's not usually the possessive or jealous type he won't have his girlfriends tits gawked at. He originally only planned to button you up bit it quickly turned to him pushing his leg between your thighs, his tongue silencing your gasps as his hands pinched and rolled your nipples before soothing them with kisses.

VIL + HEELS

Since he wears them too he knows just how well heels can highlight ones features. Yours are practically on full display, he likes that in private but can't take when others approach you in hopes of flirting. He pushes you into the first empty classroom there is and bends you over the desk. His pace is uncharacteristically rough but with your heels he can easily put you at the right angle for maximum pleasure.

IDIA + THIGTS

Being someone who wears mainly baggy clothes anything that's a contrast would draw his eyes. It frustrates him that it takes him a while to strip you out of them, especially when he's so fucking horny but it makes it all the more rewarding when he pushes them down your thighs along with your panties and begins to thrust into you, letting all that frustration out.

MALLEUS + FORMAL DRESS

Just a dress, just a dance, that's all it was supposed to be. Not when he sees you, how sexy you look, how many eyes you attract. Eyes that aren't his. He doesn't have the restraint to wait until you're at the dorms, he pins you in the empty hallway and leaves scratches across your bare back and cum trailing down your legs from how full your cunt is when he's done with you.

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twst-trash · 2 years

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Twst Dorm Leaders’ Favorite Positions

Has this been done yet? Just thirsting after the dorm leaders again-

Content: GN!Reader x top!dorm leaders. nsfw descriptions, but mostly the boys being soft™️ for their partners. slight breeding kink in Malleus’ part.

Vice dorm leaders here!

Everyone is 18+ per my bio.

Dividers by firefly-graphics

Riddle

Missionary - A stickler for the rules, Riddle loves missionary. To Riddle, it’s intimate and natural. He loves being able to see you below him; he loves being able to set the pace, to be able to control the depth and flow. Being able to look so deeply into your eyes, both to admire your beauty and to search them for validation, is one of his favorite parts about missionary. He’s able to block out everything and just focus on you- which, as you know, is quite the feat considering the fact he is always thinking about other things. Schoolwork, the queen’s rules, his mother - it all fades away when he has you underneath him.

Riddle’s face blooms a dark red as he watches you open your legs for him. This is uncharted territory for him, and as someone who has always been prepared and briefed about the rules and expectations of engagement, Riddle feels like a goldfish out of water. You laugh at his obvious discomfort, bringing him close to you by wrapping your legs around his waist. When he finally enters your warmth, his heart rate far too high to be good for his health, you can hear his breath stutter. Riddle is keen on watching your expression, meticulously thrusting into you as if he had a game-plan for fornication. You smile at him and kindly remind him to relax. When Riddle does, you can’t stop yourself from crying out in surprise with how tenderly he treats your body. Pleasure wracks through your body as Riddle takes you, his hands massaging your chest and sex.

“I just want to make you feel good, my Rose.” Riddle whispers into your ear, giving your neck a chaste kiss. “Just keep your eyes on me.”

Leona

Cowgirl - this is a popular fan-theory because he’s such a lazy lion, and I just can’t help but agree. He’d love to watch his partner ride on top of him as he lays back, enjoying the view of you fucking yourself down onto his cock. It’s easy access to his partner’s chest and ass, so he can grab and squeeze and spank however he pleases. He can easily take control in this position, too. He’d grab your hips and start thrusting up to set his own pace, probably complaining that you’re going too slow. He’d pull you down so that your chest rests against his, cradling your head in his hands, and kissing you slowly when he wants to be tender. Doggy style is definitely a close second for him, though that’s reserved for his more dominant moods.

“Mhm, herbivore, you’re too damn slow.” He grumbles, hands gripped tight onto your ass as he starts thrusting up into you.

The thing about Leona is that he’s never satisfied with your pace- he wants to take you fully and completely. He needs to be in control in order for you to be wholly claimed as his. He pushes on the small of your back, toppling you over onto his chest, pressing his face toward yours. Lips ghost above each other as you move your hips to meet his thrusts, breath mingling and making you dizzy.

“I always gotta do all the work around here, huh? You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

Azul

Lotus - This is a very intimate position and I think Azul would eat this shit up. The eye contact, the endless kisses, being able to watch his partner bounce on his cock without compromising the closeness of it all. Like cowgirl, it’s a somewhat submissive position for the penetrator, but it’s inherently more intimate. If he’s feeling dominant he can bounce you on his cock like you’re simply a toy, controlling the rhythm and depth. Azul’s biggest insecurity during sex is his body, and the lotus position allows you to focus on his face instead. He’s a tender boy for his s/o, so expect a whole lot of body worship and praise coming from him.

Your arms wrap around Azul’s neck as you roll yourself into him, locked in a deep kiss that leaves the both of you struggling for air. Azul’s eyes are glazed over with lust, watching your body move so perfectly against his. You’re pressed close enough to where your heartbeats coalesce, a somewhat sporadic symphony against your chests.

“You’re so beautiful.” Azul murmurs against your lips, unable to stop his hips from bucking even further whenever his cock sinks all the way inside of you.

“I’m never letting you go.”

Kalim

Pretzel - Like everything else in his life, Kalim likes to keep sex playful. I hope you like to keep yourself limber, because Kalim definitely enjoys bending you and fucking you in all sorts of unconventional ways. One of his favorite and less intensive positions is the pretzel. He loves how deep he can get situated between your legs and the versatility of the position. He can wrap your leg around his body or rest it on top of his shoulder; you can prop yourself up to look at him or lay on the bed and lose yourself on his cock- the possibilities are endless.

“Can I test you to see how your stretching has been going?” Kalim teases from above you. His sparkling red eyes look down at you expectantly and you know you can’t resist him.

He presses a kiss onto your calf as you raise your leg even higher, the revised position causing you to whimper at the Kalim’s newfound depth. He works fast, burying himself into you hard, smiling at you as you squirm in pleasure. You prop up onto your elbows in order to give him a kiss, moaning wantonly into Kalim’s mouth as he has his way with you. When you part, Kalim laughs, pressing his forehead on yours.

“Wish we could be tangled up like this forever.”

Vil

Doggy style (in front of a mirror) - I feel like Vil would enjoy any sex position in front of a mirror, but there’s something about doggy style in particular that captivates him. He can bend you over and watch your facial expressions in the mirror, and it turns him on to no end to be able to watch himself fuck you hard. Vil would make you look at the both of you, watching yourself come undone on his cock. Bonus points if your makeup starts to run- he usually hates the imperfection and the waste of product- but he loves looking at you and knowing that he was the one that ruined it. He was the one to turn you into an utter mess, broken by pleasure.

“Look at yourself, darling.” Vil coos, tugging your head up by your hair so you could stare into the full length mirror.

You watch his reflection as he pounds into you, rocking your hips back against him as his cock continues to hit your sweet spot over and over. Vil stares at your lewd expression, mouth open and tongue poking out ever so slightly as you pant with pleasure. Your lipstick is smeared to one side of your mouth, the imperfection a privilege for only him to see.

“My pretty little mess.”

Idia

Spooning - Idia is still uncomfortable with letting people see his face- even you, even in such an intimate act. Spooning you is perfect for him; he can feel your ass pressed against him and run his hands along your body to his heart’s content. He loves the sound of his hips colliding with your ass and being able to bury his face in your neck. He feels much more free to do and say things that he wouldn’t be able to if he were with you face-to-face. His hands can roam up and down your body to his content without the fear of being judged.

“A-ah, this feels so good…” Idia moans as he thrusts into you from behind. His face is buried into the crook of your neck, his sharp teeth trailing along your shoulder as you feel his labored breath tickling your collarbones. He’s glad you can’t see him because his face is burning hotter than his hair. Idia is quick to distract you whenever you try to look back at him, either pinching your nipples or dipping his hand down to play with your sex. He loves you, but he isn’t quite sure his heart could handle you seeing him in this state yet.

“Y-you’re the only one who can make me feel this good…”

Malleus

Mating Press - He loves having your legs hiked up around his shoulders and driving into you. Like missionary, it’s an intimate position that lends Malleus entire control, but to an even greater extent. He’s obsessed with the way you look folded over yourself- obsessed with how deep he can take you- his body reacting primally to your whimpers of pleasure. His favorite part of this position is the fact that you’re pinned down and fully submitted to him, unable to squirm or get away. Not that you would want to- not when Malleus is able to hit every sweet spot within you. And, of course, he’s going to make sure you’re filled with an heir for the Valley of Thorns. It is called the mating press, after all.

Malleus doesn’t hesitate to fold you over, thrusting his whole weight into you as you take him as deep as you can. He watches and waits for you to grow accustomed to his length, filled to your absolute limit, before beginning to rock into you. His eyes ravage your face and your body almost as intensely as his cock does, absorbing every whimper and plea for more. He loves you, every part of you, and he can only hope that his actions match how he felt inside. Malleus wants to make sure that you’re filled full of him. You’re not escaping his grasp without being pumped full of his cum.

“My one and only darling,” he coos, softly, as if he weren’t fucking you out of your mind, “Why don’t I fill you up and make you mine already, hm?”

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Can you tell which characters I’m comfortable with writing and which ones im not lmao

#twst smut #malleus x reader smut #leona x reader smut #Azul x reader smut #Idia x reader smut #Vil x reader smut #riddle x reader smut #Kalim x reader smut #twst headcanons

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malleleothreesome · 5 months

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Leona who is pining after you...

💛 summary: Cohesive blurbs about things Leona would do and what he would be like if he were pining after you. ༶༶༶ 💛 warnings: gender neutral reader, unedited, pretty much just a stream of my thoughts. There is cursing. Very angsty but also has romance. Mentions of depressive thoughts. A very raw look into Leona's mind. There is smut (wet dream) in the middle, marked with 🔞 if you want to skip to the next bullet. ༶༶༶ 💛 word count: 4.7k because I'm delulu

💛 Leona who is pining after you... tries to gaslight himself and cling to any sort of logical explanation he can come up with to try to convince himself that he definitely does not have feelings for you. It was probably just a one-time thing, and he just needs to find a way to get you out of his head. He's never thought about anyone this way before, so it's definitely just an error in his brain chemistry or something. It was only a coincidence that he happened to be thinking about you at that particular time, and if you had never been on his mind at all, his heart wouldn't be beating so fast every time he interacts with you. He would never allow himself to develop feelings for anyone, especially you, so he must not actually have any. It's really that simple. It couldn't possibly be that he's fallen for some weird, magicless human, right? Right?! There has to be something medically wrong with him! He must be crazy to have these kinds of thoughts about a stranger who just randomly poofed into existence at the beginning of the semester. Why did you invade his dreams? It doesn't matter! What the hell is wrong with him?!

It has to be a mistake, because there is no way he would EVER fall for someone as annoying and boring as you are, even if you do seem to have a better understanding of him than the people who have known him his whole life, and you treat him like he actually matters instead of seeing him as the scumbag you probably should have gotten to know better before giving him your time and attention. It's not like he genuinely cares what you think of him, anyway – he’s just grateful that he doesn't have to deal with another person treating him like a failure or a lazy, worthless piece of shit.

The way you look at him like he could be someone worth loving despite his constant tirade of anger is definitely not a key factor in him caring for you. Your smile and laugh makes his chest feel funny, and the fact that he is suddenly hyper-aware of his body when he's around you is probably just a symptom of mental or physical illness. Maybe he’s finally eaten too much red meat and he’s about to succumb to heart disease at the ripe age of 20. Perhaps he simply hasn't rubbed one out in a while and he’s thinking with his dick and not his head? He's definitely not attracted to you, and he's absolutely not thinking about what it would be like to kiss you right now. That would just be insane, and he can't believe he even let himself entertain the thought! He’d rather die than think about what it would be like to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him as you sit on his lap, looking down at him with that beautiful smile and those cunning eyes of yours, gently stroking his face as you lean down to press your lips against his… oh, god dammit!

💛 Leona who is pining after you… finally lays down in surrender to the fact that, alright, maybe he does have feelings for your dumb ass – against all odds. He convinces himself that he’s only humoring this pathetic little crush because it makes his monotonous, tiresome days a little more riveting. Lions are predators, and the thrill of the hunt is a key part of their nature, after all. Before you, all he had to look forward to was staring at the ceiling in his dark room for most of the day until the stars showed up in the sky, or until he got roped into housewarden drama and became too frustrated to do anything other than restlessly pace around Savanaclaw before eventually confining himself back to the comforting solitude of his room. He tells himself he might as well allow himself the small luxury of thinking about someone who doesn’t entirely annoy the shit out of him, because he could sure as hell use the emotional relief. At least this way, he isn’t actively thinking about how much he hates his life, and how much he hates himself for letting it become this way. Besides, what would be the harm in letting himself entertain the idea that maybe, just maybe – if he was lucky enough – you could be the first person to ever break down the walls he built to keep himself from getting hurt by other people? Plus, if nothing else, you make for such a pretty daydream.

Every moment he spends with you makes him want you to keep sticking around even after everything is said and done. You can actually keep up with his banter, which is probably why he can actually stand being around you in the first place. No one else is capable of keeping up with his quick wit, or of providing him with a good challenge. You aren't scared off by his harsh demeanor, and you're able to stand up to him when he gets a little too overbearing. You don't take his bullshit, but you still care about his well being and treat him with respect. Despite his public struggles, you don’t see him as some sort of charity case. He's never met anyone else who is able to be so firm with him, but gentle at the same time. He didn't know someone could have such a strong presence without even having magic, but you're somehow always able to pull the rug out from under him, showing him that you're much more powerful than he initially gave you credit for. You're a real pain in his ass sometimes, but you're also the only person in years who's made him feel like life might actually be worth living. Maybe these feelings aren't so bad after all…

💛 Leona who is pining after you… starts leaving his room more often and even attending classes again, hoping he'll run into you on campus. If he doesn't see you, that would suck, but he knows if he stays in his room all day, then he'd risk losing the chance to spend the day with you completely. Besides, if there's even the slightest possibility, seeing you could be the highlight of his day and make even his shittiest days seem almost bearable. When you finally show up, he throws a casual greeting and a nonchalant raise of a single brow, pretending like he coincidentally ran into you in the crowd and totally didn't memorize your class schedule. When your face lights up, telling him you were glad to run into him, his pulse races and for a split second, a goofy grin flashes on his face and he desperately starts fighting his tail from swishing eagerly behind him. All he does is mumble in agreement, then shove his hands in his pockets, rolling his eyes like this isn't what he's been waiting for since he woke up. He says he might as well join you in the cafeteria, because he's starving and it's that time anyway, so whatever.

As you enter the lunch line, your face falls in disappointment when you realize your favorite sandwich is sold out. Leona expected something like this would happen, so he asked Ruggie to grab him one of that type of sandwich along with his usual order, on the chance that he would get to spend lunch with you. He looks to his right, glancing at your slumped shoulders as your mood seems to deflate a little as a frown forms on your face. He steps forward and grumbles an off-hand comment that he snagged one earlier for himself, but since you look so pitiful, he'll let you have it, only because he doesn't want to deal with your incessant whining the whole lunch. When you gape up at him, shocked by his thoughtful gesture, his face starts burning red as he quickly turns away, aggressively stuffing a bite of food in his face to make himself look distracted. When he happens to catch your thankful eyes glistening at him, it feels like the air has been punched right out of his lungs, and the small smile and sincere gratitude tugging on the corner of your lips causes his stomach to do backflips. How annoying that his usually stoic demeanor always falls apart in front of you.

💛 Leona who is pining after you... constantly teases you and tries to embarrass you, attempting to make it sound like you're the one pining for him (even if you're not!) just to try to distract you from the truth. He teases you relentlessly, hoping it’ll make it so you won't feel confident calling him out on the little ways he treats you differently than everyone else. He loves seeing you get flustered trying to deny it, but he also uses it as an opportunity to study your reactions, trying to deduce your real feelings for him by the color in your cheeks, the wavering of your voice, how often you avert your eyes, and how quickly you fire back with an argument. The smirk that emerges on his face tells you exactly that he's not convinced, even if you deny everything. He may be subtle about it, but he uses every opportunity he can find to feel you out, to see if there's even the slightest possibility you might feel something for him. He'll never let you know how badly he wants it to be true with every fiber of his being. He’d be absolutely thrilled if you confessed to him, but he’ll never show it, because it's far more comfortable hiding behind sarcasm. His prideful, guarded heart prevents him from expressing genuine positive emotions and potentially opening himself up to any type of mockery.

💛 Leona who is pining after you... slowly becoming more attached to the idea of you falling for him. As the weeks go by and he hears you giggle as you argue with him, his thoughts linger a bit more when they try to calculate why he's not actually feeling burnt out from spending so much time with you. His patience with the rest of the world starts waning, not really bothering to deal with anyone or anything that could distract him from basking in your aura for as long as possible. He even takes a more active role in interacting with you, whether you two are chatting as he sits on a bench in the botanical gardens, or hanging out after-hours in his room, hoping that this could eventually become a common routine. He loves learning about you and the world you come from. When you open up about your background, he enjoys getting a glimpse into your mind. His brain starts rapidly filing away little details about you, creating a catalog of thoughts for each of his favorite things about you, or the little quirks you have that he secretly finds endearing. The memories of conversations where you both held each other's gaze for a fraction of a second longer than normal or the accidental touches that cause his heart to skip a beat come to life with a vibrance never seen in other parts of his memory bank. The time you grabbed his hand because the tree branches kept making “spooky” noises around you and the time you playfully messed up his hair (even daring to cop a feel of his ear in the process!), are some of his favorite memories to revisit.

As you two grow closer and more comfortable with each other, he pretends to be annoyed at you more often, only because he wants to test how well you can read him, and also how far he can push you. He revels in the way he feels a spark in his chest and a faint smile tugs at the corner of his lips whenever your eyes meet. He tries hard to remind himself that the growing heat rising to his face every time you grin at him is all because of the temperature. His playful touches start to become more sensual, his voice dips deeper and more seductive as his hands linger on your skin, his breath fanning against your face and neck with every taunting word spoken. He hates himself for loving the way you bite your lip and blush under his gaze as he continues to run his hand up your arm, causing your eyelids to flutter. He loves the feeling of power your vulnerable, affectionate expression grants him, the rush of endorphins so great he thinks his entire body might collapse. When he pulls his hand back, the stinging absence leaves him in a state of panic, terrified that this might have been the moment you'd realize how he feels about you and finally flee. In an effort to swallow his vulnerability and save face, he'll cover up his aroused desire with aggression. With a bite in his tone, he'll lash out at you, mocking the way you acted so touch-starved and desperate in the heat of the moment, even though the only one truly desperate here is him. He has to force himself to maintain eye contact and an air of dominance with you while he snaps at you, even as he feels his throat tighten, heart slamming against his ribs. He metaphorically shoves you away and leaves before he loses control, before his raw affection for you spills from his lips like a confession.

💛 🔞 Leona who is pining after you... fast asleep as he lies alone in bed, your figure haunting his dreams. Right before he fell asleep, he was having a particularly bad day and he found himself clinging to a fantasy of holding you in his arms, using you as an anchor to help him process the dread of reality. On a typical night, all he has are his regrets and unanswered questions swirling around in his subconscious, but tonight is different – he falls asleep dreaming about being curled up against your warmth, wondering what it would be like for you to stroke his hair, gently reminding him that there's at least one good thing to wake up for, no matter how empty the day may feel.

As he falls deeper into his slumber, his eyelids begin to twitch and his long eyelashes tickle his flushed cheekbones. He finds himself lost within a dreamy state that feels so very real to him as your face fades into focus. You're kneeling beside him in the bed, and his body is covered in the sheets, with your arms wrapped underneath his shoulder. He can barely tell whether or not this is really a dream at this point as you rest your head against his. He can feel his body stirring and his tail twitching, roused by the comforting and blissful affection. The way you smile at him as you run your thumb along the curvature of his sharp jawline stirs a dormant ache in his soul as you lean forward and leave featherlight kisses in the crook of his neck, causing him to whimper under his breath. He buries his nose in the locks of your hair, desperately wrapping his arms around your waist, pushing your face deeper into the space between his neck and shoulder, craving the coziness and comfort of being physically close to the source of his yearning. In his dreams, your lips are able to be as soft and gentle as they are fierce and demanding, as the grip he has on reality grows weaker the longer he lets himself be trapped under the intoxicating spell you cast upon him, rendering him at the mercy of his deepest desires.

His breath becomes more labored and hitched, his temperature rising as a flush spreads across his face. His body starts moving involuntarily and he buries his hips further into his mattress, his aching cock desperate to be touched, throbbing as his precum smears against the sheets. He begins humping the bed, whining from the friction against his bare skin as he pulls you closer in his dream, shamelessly chasing after the erotic thoughts racing through his mind, fueled by the illusion of having you in his possession – ready to be ravished and worshiped by him and him alone. His full lips part as he moans your name. He thrashes around in his bed, a tingling, aching need radiates throughout his groin as his back arches off of the sheets, grinding his cock against the fabric of his blanket. He can almost feel the warmth of your body as he bucks his hips upwards once more, desperate for your heat. His fingers twitch as they clutch tighter onto the fabric, desperately trying to grab onto the illusion of you instead, wishing he could feel the texture of your skin underneath his fingertips. In his hazy state, he bites his lips and runs his fingers down his sculpted abdomen, his hand with a mind of its own, aching to reach lower. With a sigh of pleasure, he teases the tip of his leaking, throbbing erection as the muscles in his legs quiver with anticipation. He pushes his thumb against the slit of his tip, already wet with his excitement. He slowly rubs circles around his cockhead, causing his breath to hitch and his cock jerk at the sensation. In his unconscious mind, it's not his hand gripping his shaft – it's yours.

He wraps his large hand around the length of his dick, letting out a moan of pleasure as he starts to stroke, his pace increasing steadily with each pump, imagining what it would be like to have you kneeling between his spread legs, looking up at him as you jerk him off, begging to be fucked by him. His cock twitches and aches to be inside of you, to see your lewd expression as his dick fills you, his senses overwhelmed by the sight of you under him, sprawled out, sweaty and splayed wide open for the taking, gasping for air in between broken moans. His hips buck into his hand and he lets out a low growl as he feels the pressure building within him, feeling himself getting closer to the edge. He quickens the pace as he squeezes the base of his cock, stroking faster and faster, trying to keep up with the intensity of his dream. He wants to feel your velvety walls squeezing around him, milking every drop of cum from his throbbing cock. He pants heavily as the sensation of ecstasy courses through his body, moaning your name as he orgasms, his back arching off of the bed as he cums all over his hand, shooting thick ropes of hot cum onto his abs. He slows his pace, riding out his orgasm, lazily stroking his cock as it pulsates through his veins, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure tingling down his spine. With a final moan of satisfaction, he collapses on his bed, utterly spent from his activities. The euphoria of his orgasm fades away as he comes back to reality, slowly finding himself coming into consciousness. As he opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is the mess he made. He groans as he rolls out of bed, annoyed that he has to clean up after his wet dream before he can go back to sleep.

💛 Leona who is pining after you... falls into despair when he realizes his stupid feelings for you aren't going away – they're actually getting stronger by the day. You’ve made him feel like the world's not actually so cruel anymore, but he knows that his tiny, fragile castle is sure to crumble at any moment. Nothing good ever stays his way, does it? He's been telling himself that this was all some game. It's not like he actually wanted to be in a relationship with you, right? That would be far too much work. But what if you were actually worth the time? What if he could have someone who knew every aspect of his being and still loved and accepted him? What if he could be the person who's worthy of your beautiful, unrelenting love? Even as he chastises himself for entertaining the possibility of a relationship with anyone – especially a herbivore like you – a desperate, longing ache burrows into his bones, overpowering the cold, empty hollowness within him that had haunted him his whole life. This can't be love that he's feeling, and if it is... he knows now that love is the only strategy game in existence he's terrible at playing. There's no doubt in his mind he'll make the worst decisions imaginable because his entire being is clouded with insecurity. He is painfully aware that if he were to ever open himself up to the possibility of being with you, then his first thought would be of a thousand ways you would hurt him. He tortures himself with worries and fear, letting himself be consumed by anxiety.

The thing that frightens him most is becoming reliant on someone else for his happiness. Having someone whose opinion he actually values not thinking he is good enough for them is his worst nightmare. If there's one thing life has taught him, it's better to not have anyone at all. Besides, he doesn't even deserve you. There isn't a soul in this world who deserves someone like you – someone so selfless, understanding, empathetic, and forgiving. If you were his, you'd suffer. Your light would slowly flicker out from the darkness he would drown you in, just like everything else in his life that ever mattered to him. There is so much beauty to you that would go to waste in his care – why would someone as perfect as you ever settle for someone like him, anyway? There's no way you'd ever return his feelings. And even if you did… could he even be brave enough to allow you in? Does he have the strength to accept a heart freely offered to him? Will the scars and darkness within him allow him to accept such pure and unconditional love? He can't possibly be selfish enough to ask you to take the chance on him. You deserve to be with someone who is strong and complete – someone who can give you their whole being, wholly and unreservedly – not someone who is afraid of showing weakness, for fear of you leaving him broken-hearted. Someone who would actually have the capacity to love you like you should be loved. Not a broken, shattered shell of a Prince that could only ever give you pieces of his heart that are full of cracks.

Why the fuck does his chest hurt just thinking about the fact that you would be better off without him? It feels as if someone were stabbing his heart repeatedly, and no matter what he does, the wounds refuse to close and the blood continues to ooze through the cracks. He stares up at the dark ceiling of his dorm room as a single tear rolls down his cheek for the first time in years as he tries to cope with this excruciating feeling of hopelessness, despondency, and despair. The fear that you will one day be gone from his life grips his soul, his heart pleading with him to simply confess, yet his twisted mind forces him to remind himself of his inadequacy. What a sad, pathetic sight you would see, the once fearsome lion, pitifully pawing at your ankles as his heart poured itself at your feet, praying for the warmth of your love and the validation of your approval.

💛 Leona who is pining after you… hates how obsessed he is with you and your opinion of him. Every day he finds himself trying to be better because you make him want to try harder to make the world a brighter place. Maybe you're right, maybe he doesn't need to be King in order to lead people and do great things. Because of the friendship you two have nourished, he finally feels comfortable opening up to you and talking to you about what he's going through: his past, and how much he truly cares about everyone's safety, success, and overall happiness – a sentiment that's foreign to everyone who's ever known him in the past. Although he still can't bring himself to vocalize his emotions aloud, you now truly understand the message his eyes are always trying to relay, no matter how small the glimpse: even if he was destined for a fate in the shadows, his biggest hope is to someday become the leader he was supposed to be. His newfound vulnerability allows you to slowly chip off the armor that guards his heart and bring him peace, healing his wounded spirit. Because of you, he now understands what it feels like to be valued and treasured by another, and he feels empowered enough to put the effort into doing something to change his future for the better. It scares him how badly he wants to impress you, wanting you to be proud of how he's matured.

Before taking on the daunting task of bettering his Kingdom, he starts with something small – making a positive difference in your life. You actually make him feel useful. He loves the way you look up at him with admiration. He knows now that one of the reasons he fell for you so hard is because you always ask for his advice – knowing damn well he's the smartest person in this godforsaken place – and you actually take it. You listen to him and you value his opinions. Seeing things work out for the better when you take his advice and enact his plans gives him a rush of pride and confidence. It motivates him to keep working hard to have good ideas that benefit the world. He's always enjoyed helping people even though he's bad at putting it into words, or showing his true intentions, instead preferring to keep people guessing while he hides behind his indifference and nonchalant attitude. But now, thanks to you, he finds that the more time he spends caring about helping the people around him, the more understanding and honest he is with himself, the happier he becomes. He's feeling more confident stepping up to the plate, having less fear of letting himself or the other people he cares about down.

He started feeling honored to be the housewarden for Savanaclaw again and he actually takes the responsibility seriously, tackling issues and standing his ground with the students and teachers. He wants to set an example for others, making you proud of his actions by raising his standard. When it comes to issues in the school and within his territory, he's calm and diplomatic as he addresses issues – making sure everyone is heard and everyone walks away satisfied. No longer is he plagued by a lack of enthusiasm to make real, significant changes. He now genuinely enjoys himself, striving to go beyond his expectations to overcome his shortcomings, always pushing himself to think outside of the box. It's like the Leona of his past no longer exists, and he doesn't feel any resentment or shame at the thought, simply believing it's for the better that he finally has the strength to make room for a version of himself he can enjoy instead. Because of your guidance and patience with him, he’s slowly learning to no longer fight his introspective nature, instead choosing to work hard every day to embrace all aspects of himself – whether they be negative or positive. Every day is far from perfect, but he's allowing himself the respite of leaning on your shoulder, even though for now, it’s just as a friend and trusted ally, not as a lover. For the first time, he's happy with where his life is going and the person he is becoming. Through this whole experience of falling for you, he learned that there are still things worth fighting for, regardless of if you one day soon reciprocate his feelings or not. At least, that's what he keeps telling himself.

I was nervous to write this because we all know that canon Leona leaves much to be desired when it comes to his story and the complexities of his character. I've spent over a year of loving him, meticulously crafting who I think he is and who I want him to be. Most days, I'm pretty sure Leona Kingscholar is just a character who exists solely inside of my mind, completely separate from the source material. So, if this resonates with you, I am very glad! Thank you for reading. I hope I was able to bring justice to my beloved Leona! If you would like to see this series with another character, please let me know. 💛 Erica Malleleothreesome

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{Leona Kingscholar x gn/MC}

Part 2 [Part 1]

"You entered the lion’s den"

Tags: dom, brat, bite, oral, teasing, challenge, restraining his instincts.

The room would be dead silent if it wasn’t for Leona’s heavy breath against your neck, leaving dark red marks on it. First he would smell you lightly, trying to catch every single perfume you have ever worn. He would lick that specific place of your neck where your skin was comfortably soft for him to bite at any time soon. Then, he moves his tongue entirely on your skin leaving a slow trace of saliva, while his fangs are nearly touching you, giving you shivers down your spine. Chest to chest, you could either feel his breath and hear his heartbeat. After taking his time to savor your essence, he proceeds to suck on that wet spot he just has left. He’s softly caressing you, but his instincts take over him for a moment and his true strength starts to show, sucking hard, leaving a dark reddish mark on you.

He wanted to leave a clear message on your abused skin, it’s as if he’s telling everyone…

Leona: “you’re mine”.

His words said in an animal crawling low voice reach the deepest parts of your ear, making you tremble from the inside. You couldn’t say anything, what was to be said? His words were like a magic spell that left you paralyzed.

Your submissive reaction pleased him, but leaving one mark wasn’t enough to satisfy his greediness. He continued tracing marks around your neck, creating a collar at the end of the process. Even though it was impossible for you to see it, you could feel each and every mark pulsating slightly on your skin. You felt that zone was cold due to his saliva, but incredibly hot at the same time.

Leona: “hey, little one, can you feel it?” -he said while grabbing you by the neck with his hand. His touch was strangely soft in comparison with what his mouth had done to you seconds ago.

But, that soft pressing hand around your neck felt incredibly hot. Maybe because your skin was irritated, but you felt his touch too much. It was kind of scary, you could breathe without problem, but you saw yourself completely at his disposal, like a prey. When you tried to let out a plea for him to let you go, only utter intelligible sounds came out of you, lost in the sensations of your skin.

Leona: “shh, it’s okay” -he said removing his hand, only to leave a sweet kiss in the center of your now too sensitive neck, which made you moan in a low tone - “that’s it, be a good little puppy for me”.

MC: “pu- puppy?”

Leona: “yes, behave and I’ll give you a reward” -he whispered and then thrust his hips against yours, bumping both your lower parts with each other inadvertently. You understood fastly what kind of reward he was referring to and couldn’t help yourself but to tease him a bit. He was being such a bully to you, wasn’t he?

While he was slowly moving his face down ready to kiss you, one of your hands moved to his chest under his shirt and pinched one of his nipples. He let out a deep growl you have never heard before. You pinched slightly harder trying to get another cute reaction from him, but his hand on yours and his death stare stopped you right away. His feline eyes were like daggers pointing in your direction.

Leona: “so you wanna hear me growl…” - his mischievous grin was enough for you to know how low you dug your grave.

He got up just to stand by his knees on the sides of your laying arms, making you unable to lift them no more than to grab his thighs from behind. Then he smiled at you and let out his erection for you to see it as close as you wanted to. He took it with his hand and stopped right in front of your face.

Leona: “use your mouth to make me growl… if you can”.

You wouldn’t stand his bossy attitude and that size would make you choke before his mouth leaves a single sound. Nonetheless, you couldn’t bear to stare at his expression. He looked so desperate for you to touch him, his eyes were nearly glowing in the dark, illuminated by the moon. His lips bitten by his own fangs were about to start bleeding. Also, you could see the veins in his arms as he pressed the bed wall with all his might, fighting himself to not take you by the neck and have his way with your mouth aggressively, like the animal he was trying not to be with you.

If he wanted you to make him growl, then you’d make sure he breaks all of his vocal cords for you.

You lowered your head which left him with a clueless expression. You caught him off guard when you licked the longitude of his sex from base to tip in one go, contrasting the cold breeze from the window with a warm wetness that made him release a bit of pre-seminal fluid.

MC: “wasn’t this too fast for the lion king?”

Leona: “shut up, I’m still silent as a corpse”.

“Not for long”, you thought and began to suck on his tip. You felt his stare on top of you and looked up at him continuing your business with your lips, making sure your saliva covered him entirely. His eyes were focused on you, like there was nothing in the world that could move them away. You couldn’t keep his stare anymore and looked down as fast as you could. His eyes were sharp, he was like a predator lurking down to his prey, waiting for the right moment to devour you.

Seeing how your efforts fell on deaf ears, you took a big part of him in your mouth. Your tongue could feel his manhood pulsating inside. Despite how hard he was, it was relatively easy to get it along the length of your throat slipping through your saliva and his body fluids. His veins were bumping inside you, so hard you could even feel it pressing your neck. You moved your head back and forth at an incredibly slow pace. The objective was to make him growl, but a beg could be as good as well.

You heard a break and saw little rocks fall next to both sides of your head on the pillow. They came from the wall, his fingers pierced so deep in it that it was breaking at the same time you were welcoming him in your mouth. This was the perfect moment to swallow him whole in a last fast movement he didn’t expect. His body jolted a little, sinking his fingers through the wall and arching his back a little. Your hands on his thighs felt how hard his muscles were tensing, trying to delay the inevitable.

He was a hot mess, muscles tensing and tensing, hands pressing more and more against a breaking wall, pupils getting thinner and thinner. Thanks to the moonlight you could see a drop of sweat fall from his chin all the way down to his neck and beneath his chest under the shirt. You could not possibly stop now so you started moving your head, pressing your lips hard every time his glans seemed about to make it outside your mouth, just to swallow him whole over and over again, drowning in his smell and taste.

He ended up letting one of his hands off the wall to shut his mouth thighly. If you had doubts, now you knew he was feeling each and every thrust. But, what a cheater, isn’t he? Covering his mouth isn’t fair. He must be feeling like a cornered cat, so you had no other option but to recur to that.

The hand you had gripping his thigh moved up to his ass, feeling his shape all the way to your objective: his tail.

Suddenly, you pulled it with all your might, enough to force him to let out a loud raspy growl and move his body to the opposite side of his pain, right into the wall, where your mouth was. With his chest on the wall, now you can say you really swallow him completely. Due to the impact you let your tongue out and licked his balls. This along with the pressure exerted by your mouth and throat was enough to make him cum in an instant.

You were prepared to drink all of his stuff, but he moved away. His intentions were good, but he ended up leaving some leftovers inside your mouth, on your face and on your chest. When you drank what was in your mouth, still with his taste on your tongue you looked straight to him. He was heavily breathing, with his eyes wide open, surprised you had the nerve to touch him that way.

MC: “that was loud, my king”.

---End

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munv · 10 months

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JUS’ THE TIP BABY, PROMISE?

“Just the tip” is what he promised hours ago, hell, it’s not like you can tell since you’re too fucked out to count. He’s grabbing your hips so harshly and you’re sure it’s going to bruise in the morning. “You’re gonna cum f’me as many times as I want right baby? — fuck!” Squeezin so tight, it-“ He cuts off with a slight snarl.

“It’s almost as if you’re a virgin again. You gonna let me cum as many times as I want, yeah?” Snapping his hips right back into yours and if only you could see the pussy drunk look on his face.

It doesn’t matter if you’re quivering and shaking, no. He’s holding you down and spilling his seed into you as many times you can take.

TOJI fushiguro . LEONA kingscholar . roronoa ZORO . Eustass KID . CHOUBEI aza . HAGANEZUKA hotaru . RINDOU hitanai . ARATAKI ITTO .

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demonichikikomori · 2 years

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Not a request unless you want it to be but imagine pulling Leona, Idia, or Vil to yourself by their shirt/jacket and growling to them "fuck me like you hate me" rip I'm already dead

Or "You can either fuck me right or I'll find someone who will." Kinda threat

Both sound fun

I agree anon. Thank you for the brain food, it was very yummy. <3 <3 <3

Like You Mean It

Leona Kingscholar x GN!Reader

Vil Schoenheit x GN!Reader

Idia Shroud x GN!Reader

“You can either fuck me right now, or I’ll find someone who will.”

The threat was hollow, but you were growing sick of Leona's lack of attentiveness. You had human urges and needs, and it only seemed to be entertained when Leona was also in the mood. Which sadly for you wasn't often. It was late, every member of Savanaclaw was asleep other than you and Leona. You were having a sleepover with the second-born Prince in hopes of receiving a fine dicking down. Instead, you were greeted with his back turned to you as he attempted to sleep. You balled up your fists in agitation from him ignoring you. "Leona, I'm being serious!" You weren't. You couldn't even fathom running off to someone else's bed. He was silent, the only sign of life was an ear flick. You scowled as you threw yourself onto his side with a whine. If he won't answer you, you'll just be annoying. You tugging on his arms and tried to pull him closer, you tried nibbling on his ears, grinding against his thigh, you even squeezed at his chest and pinched his nipples until he let out a frustrated growl. The prince craned his neck to nip at your arm as you pulled your hands away. His chestnut colored tail thwacked against your leg in agitation as you continued to pout. Your eyes locked as he laid on his back looking... Well, pissed. “You think I won’t? Because I will. I bet Ruggie would loooove some company.” You warned as you sat on your knees in the large bed, arms crossed over your chest. Again, you only spoke out of frustration in hopes for his attention. There was a soft exhale before the prince stretched his arm out towards you, tugging on your wrist until his lips pressed against the underside. Your breath hitched in your throat as his tongue glided over the sensitive underside. Right over your pulse points. The soft barbs scraped your skin and you jerked in surprise as he looked up at you with half lidded eyes. "Didn't anyone tell you not to ever disturb a sleeping lion? I guess I'll have to put you back in your place, Herbivore."

"J… Just fuck me like you hate me…"

The torture of having your eyes blindfolded and hands tightly bound behind your back was unbearable. Even if it was silk worth more than the dorm you lived in. The toy pressed deep inside of you vibrated, so close to that bundle of nerves... But so weak. This all happened because you had wanted to spend time with Vil, well, you wanted to play a little prank on him. He seemed very stressed lately and you had hoped to lift his spirits. It wasn't your fault, you didn't know there was an important visitor on campus for Vil! With a brainless attempt to get his attention, you sprayed him with lavender colored silly string in front of the people he would soon be acting alongside. He apologized on your behalf as the foam string clung to his hair and uniform, saying it was just a tradition between the two of you and you truly didn't know any better. With well manicured nails digging into your shoulder and the silly string being confiscated: Vil told you that you would be dealt with the moment his visitors left. And here you were, naked on the floor of Vil's bedroom with the toy trembling inside of you at a pace so slow you wanted to sob for his mercy. You let out a gasp as a heel applied pressure against your temple, pushing you to the floor. Vil tutted at the sounds of your desperate cries as he pressed his foot against the side of your reddening face. "Oh? You're begging me to 'fuck you'? That is far too kind don't you think? You should lay beneath my heel and apologize." He commanded and you let out a long string of apologies, feeling the speed of the vibrator increase as tears began soaking the silk fabric tied tightly over your eyes. "I don't hate you, but I'll be treating you as such until your throat gives out. Do your best, Potato."

"I bet everyone else on campus would love to have sex with me!"

You snarled as Idia's back faced you. He was sat at his PC, leveling up in an RPG game he hadn't logged off of in the last eighteen hours. He had invited you over in hopes of some 'support' tonight since the weekend was starting and you happily agreed. But the moment you arrived, clean and ready to get it on with your favorite nerd, he was summoned into a raid. You were put to the side for the sake of a game. And you weren't happy. "As if. You already hang around me, your cred went from a solid plus-one hundred sex appeal to negative-three thousand the moment people found out we're dating." He sighed at your attempt to rile him up as he tapped away on his keyboard. For a shut in, he was a smartass. "Oh? Is that so?" You narrowed your eyes at Idia from where he sat, watching the tips of his hair start to burn a flaming orange color. "Yeah. It is." He growled as you began to slip out of your top with a shrug. "If you say that about everyone on campus, let's see if your dormmates agree then." You spoke nonchalantly while tossing your shirt aside, his hair was almost completely enveloped in the orange color. "That other third year, the really cute one with white hair? I think-" You didn't expect him to fly out of his chair and tackle you to the floor. The way he was wrestling the rest of your clothes off of you, you would have thought to bring a safety whistle. "Me not giving you attention makes you this much of a slut? Then fine," He was slipping his sweats down his thighs with one hand as the other pinned your wrists to the floor. You could see in the distance his raid had successfully ended. "I'll treat you like a needy slut until you can't complain anymore."

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