Hi, I’m Perxy Wonderland, you can call me Perxy, friends call me Percy. I go by they/them, I am genderqueer, demisexual and panromantic. I speak French and English fluently, I have notions of Portuguese and Vietnamese.
I’m a hobbyist digital and traditional artist and a graduated student in psychology university. Right now, I’m a Nurse student with a Caregiver diploma. I’m 22 years old, born August 4.
I’m neurodivergent, I have ADHD, ASD level 2, and dyspraxia. Dyspraxia is less known, also called developmental motor coordination disorder which affects fine (writing, drawing) and gross motor skills (walking) in my everyday life.
Authors Note - I have writers block. My brain has been going a million miles an hour for the last week or so. This is something that’s been in my drafts for a while. Reqs are open but I’m. It sure how fast I’ll get to them but I still love hearing y’all’s ideas 💜
The throes of the dog days of summer do not relent at night. The thin sheets cling to you while the heat of the day lingers in your bones. The fan pushes lukewarm air across your balmy skin from above. A feeble comfort.
Outside, the night is calm and alive with the chirrup of crickets, cicadas, the occasional rustle drifting through the open window. A rare breeze slips in, stirring the curtains. The night seemed to hold its breath.
Zeno's golden eyes keep watch alongside the moon. The nights last cigarette still on his breath as he changed into his pajamas, a pair of boxers, before settling in to watch you for a few minutes. Your soft snores and quiet breaths bring a fond smile to his lips. Carefully, he removes his glasses, setting them gently on the nearby shelf, then kneels on the bed. Quiet as a cat, he slides underneath the sheets behind you while you're already nestled in a dream. His breath warms your bare shoulder as he leaves soft kisses up to the crook of your neck.
"So beautiful in this light," he murmurs, caressing your face with a featherlight touch, not enough to wake you.
His golden gaze devours your figure posed beneath the thin sheets, moonlight spilling through the large bedroom windows and painting you silver. Instinctively, you snuggle into his presence as his hands trail lazy patterns across your back and arms, his lips pressing tender kisses to your bare shoulders. He hooks a leg over yours, caging you beneath him.
"I missed you," he murmurs into your neck, grasping the pillow and shifting it aside. His face finds the crook of your neck again, nose buried deep as he breathes in your scent. "Need you, darling," he whispers.
A groan rumbles in his chest as his erection grows, pressing against the plush mattress. Fuck. He wants to sink his teeth into your shoulder so harshly it leaves a fresh bruise, to claim you, consume you. But he can't wake you like that. Not so rough. Not yet.
No, he needs you to sleep a little longer. Selfish as he is.
Softly, he pushed your tank top up, ducking his head low until he was level with your breasts. One hand cupped the soft flesh, filling his palm with a gentle, doting squeeze before he leaned in. Kisses peppered up your stomach, sternum, before his mouth found the peak of your nipple. His lips enveloped it licking small circles and suckling. Your mouth fell open, a soft moan slipping past your lips. He hummed against your skin, pleased that you were opening to him even in this restful state.
After a few moments he bit down as softly on the tender flesh as he could manage. A satisfied hum rumbled in his chest when you didn't stir. Your body knew it was him. You felt safe with him. His hands massaged you, still feeling the tension that strung through your body from the day. As that stress eased from your chest, he pressed a kiss to each breast and pulled away. His hands traveled down your body. A finger hooked into the soaked gusset of your panties, pulling them aside. "Sweet thing... what are you dreaming about?" A low, amused whisper.
Wasting no time, he caressed your pussy with his fingers, finding a softer, more welcoming heat than what transpired outside. He slipped his fingers against your soaked petals, gliding back and forth slowly before extending one finger into you, then another. Your face scrunched briefly before relaxing, hips moving slightly as if to chase him.
"Zee-no..." The soft whisper left you as your pussy clenched around him.
"That's right, sweet girl.“
His fingers pumped in and out, his thumb rolling slow, deliberate circles around your plump clit. The rhythm was unhurried, teasing, until he sank deeper, curling into that spot that made your hips twitch backward. Zeno bit back a groan as your ass pressed hard against his cock.
After a few more pumps, he withdrew his fingers, appreciating the dewy sheen your arousal left on them. A little sigh escaped you at the loss. A small smile curled across his lips as you wrinkled your nose cutely.
He hummed quietly, pulling down his boxers and guiding your ass back against him, spooning you. The length of his pale shaft pressed hard against the plump curve of your ass, a quiet gasp catching in his throat as his cock eased its way between your thighs. He savored the warm softness enveloping him, your arousal easing each glide of his hips as he fucked your thighs softly. The head of his cock rubbed against your clit with every silky thrust.
"Mhmm... Zee..." you moaned into a sigh, fingertips gripping the thin sheet beneath you.
"Sweetheart, you want my cock so badly, huh? Such a slutty girl.” He whispered softly against your skin. "Not even awake, and your body knows exactly what it needs."
Your only response was a breathy whimper, your hips rolling back against him in a lazy, instinctive rhythm. That was all the answer he needed.
Zeno's hand slid up your stomach, palm flattening against your ribs as he pulled you tighter against him. The friction between your slick thighs whetting his appetite in a maddening sense. Just enough to tease, not nearly enough to satisfy. Every forward thrust bumped against your clit, sending little jolts of pleasure through your asleep body.
"Feel that, sweetheart?" His voice was rougher now, the restraint starting to fray. "Feel how hard I am for you? Been like this all night, watching you sleep…”
He shifted his angle, tilting his hips so the head of his cock caught against your entrance with each pass. Not pushing in yet, teasing. Your back arched slightly, a soft and needy sound escaping your throat. Your fingers found his forearm, gripping weakly, pulling him closer.
"Yeah?" He breathed against your ear, nipping at the lobe. "You want it, don't you?
Want me to fill you up?"
A broken little, "Mhmm" was all you could manage, before Your eyes fluttered open, a sharp gasp cutting through the haze of sleep. There was a pressure against your back. A presence. Solid. Warm. Familiar.
"Z-Zeno-"
'I know, darling." He kissed your shoulder, trailing his lips up to your neck, your jaw. "You’re with me. Relax."
Your eyelids were heavy as you struggled to make sense of the darkness, the room lit only by the soft moon glow. Heat simmered beneath your skin. Not from the summer, but from somewhere deeper. Your heart raced. Your breath came quicker than it should have. The moment felt fragile. You didn't move away. His fingers splayed, then curled as though to memorize you all over again. Your shape, your anatomy, so perfect slotted against his body in the night.
One hand slid over your chest to grasp your breast. Lithe fingers pinching your nipple, rolling it gently between them. The other hand dipped lower, finding your plump clit and rubbing sweet circles.
A low voice followed, barely above a whisper, "I love you like this. You look like an angel."
"Zeno," you hummed, as if a confirmation. Your voice thick with sleep and want.
"Turn over," he murmured, his voice a low command. "Look at me."
You obeyed, rolling onto your back beneath him and your breath caught.
There by your side, Zeno was a vision carved from moonlight and shadow. His platinum blond hair fell, catching the silver glow spilling through the window. A few damp strands clung to his forehead, darkened with sweat. Earring glinting in the low light.
His skin, pale and luminous, glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration that gave him a dewy finish, as though he'd been kissed by the moon herself. Tiny droplets traced paths down his chest, catching the light like scattered pearls. The muscles of his shoulders and arms were taut, defined, shifting with every breath he took.
Those molten eyes never left yours. They burned with an intensity that made your stomach flip. His jaw was set, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling in shallow pants. A bead of sweat trailed from his temple, down his neck, over the sharp line of his collarbone. Devastatingly, achingly beautiful.
"See something you like?" he whispered, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.
"Yes," you breathed, the word slipping out before you could stop it.
His smirk softened. Leaning down, he pressed his forehead to yours, damp skin against your own. The scent of him: cigarette smoke and spiced soap filled your senses.
"Good," he whispered against your lips.
"Because I plan on giving you plenty to look at."
He pulled back just enough for you to take him in fully. The moonlight traced the sharp lines of his jaw, the elegant slope of his neck, the way his chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. The pale skin gleaming as if he was carved from marble in the silver light. His muscles tensed and released as he shifted above you.
Your gaze drifted lower, following the trail of fine platinum hair that disappeared below his navel. He was already bare, his boxers discarded somewhere in the shadows of the
room. His cock flushed red at the tip, bright against the pale base. It curved weightily toward his stomach and the tip glistening wet with your arousal. The sight sent a pulse of heat straight through you.
You reached out to touch him. He caught your wrist, his grip gentle but firm.
“Not yet, darling." He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your palm. "I want to look at you first."
His eyes roamed over you reverently, as though memorizing every curve and plane of your body in the moonlight. The thin sheet had fallen away, leaving you bare beneath his gaze besides the thin tank top. His free hand traced down your side, featherlight, raising goosebumps along your skin despite the summer heat.
"So perfect," he murmured, almost to himself. Leaning down again, he pressed soft kisses along your jaw throat, the space between your breasts as he removed your tank top. Each touch a worship, a promise of what he wanted to provide.
"I'm going to make you feel so good," he breathed against your skin. "Let me take care of you."
His lips found yours, tasting of nicotine. His tongue traced your lower lip before slipping inside and you melted into him. The kiss continued, slow and deep, as his muscles shifted to he lowered himself against you. The weight of him was so solid, grounding you as you felt his cock pressed hot against your thigh. A shudder ran through him when your nails grazed his spine. His skin was hot beneath your palms.
"Fuck," he breathed against your mouth. "Keep doing that, harder.”
You obeyed, dragging your nails down his back leaving a wake of red on marble as he kissed a trail down your neck. His teeth grazed your collarbone to make you gasp. His hips rolled against yours, the length of him sliding through your slick petals, the head catching against your clit with each lazy thrust.
"Zeno..." you whimpered. Voice soft and barely audible over the pounding of your heart.
The flame in his golden eyes deepened.
He lowered himself slowly where his body covered yours, the heat of his skin seeping into every inch of you. The sweat-slicked planes of his pecs pressed against your breasts and you could feel the rapid heartbeat and shuddering breath from his chest.
"Say it again," he murmured, lips brushing the corner of your mouth. "Say my name like that."
“Zeno,” you breathed. It came out stronger and laced with want.
A low groan rumbled from deep in his chest, the delicious friction sending sparks up his spine.
“Tell me you want this," he said, his voice gravel. "No… tell me you need me."
"I need you," you breathed, the words tumbling out. "I need this. I need you, Zeno!"
"Darling," he whispered, dropping his forehead to yours. "You have no idea what you do to me."
His fingers interlaced with yours and pinned it gently beside your head. His other hand slid down your side to grip your hip, angling you just right. The head of his cock nudged against your entrance.
“I have an inkling,” you giggled softly. The tension in his shoulders melted, replaced by adoration. His hunger barely held in check. He pressed his lips to yours, soft at first, then deeper as he pushed forward, sinking into you with a slow, deliberate thrust.
“Fuck.” The word came out a growl against your lips. Your warmth hugging him so intensely.
Your gasp was swallowed up by his kiss as he filled you completely. The thick stretch and the perfect pressure stole your breath.
"Oh," he groaned against your mouth, voice cracking. "You feel... beautiful."
Zeno stilled for a moment, letting you adjust, his forehead pressed to yours. His breath came out in shallow pants against your lips. You could feel him trembling with the raw effort it took for him to hold back and give you this moment of stillness.
"Okay?" he whispered, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your hip.
You nodded, nails grazing his sweat-slicked skin as your hands held onto his back.
"Okay," he echoed, and then he began to move.
The pace was slow at first with deep, rolling thrusts that made you feel every inch of opening you up.
"You feel that?" He murmured, hand trailing from your breast down to your stomach and pressing gently. "That's me. All of me, right here. Right where I belong."
Each push dragged a soft moan from your lips, your body waking up fully now to arch into him, meeting his rhythm. His chest was warm with the rise and fall of his breath synching with yours. Not a sickening warmth like the temperature outside but a calming warmth, your muscles easing with each passing moment.
"There you go," he praised, "There's my girl. Taking me so well when I need her."
His pace quickened, his grip on your hip tightening as he drove deeper, harder, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. You bit your lip, failing to keep your moans to yourself. The squelching sounds coming from your cunt made your cheeks burn. Each wet obscene noise seemed to echo in the quiet room. The fan whirred uselessly overhead, but neither of you noticed the heat anymore.
Your face flushed, burying into the pillow as if you could hide from the sounds. Zenos lips found your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss there before his teeth grazed the curve of your neck.
"Don't hide from me, sweet girl," he murmured against your skin. "I want to hear you, want to hear how my cock makes you sing.”
His thumb pressed harder against your clit, circling with deliberate precision. A broken moan escaped your lips, muffled by the pillow. He tsked softly. A hand reaching up to turn your face toward him, palm cradling your jaw. His cock plunging into you in an efficient, sensual rhythm.
"There you are," he breathed. The branching black marks on his face bathed in a silver sheen of moonlight. "Let me see those pretty eyes when you fall apart for me."
His mouth claimed yours, swallowing your pretty moans while his fingertips worked your clit, hips meeting yours with deep, long strokes. He groaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you.
"That's it," he whispered, breaking the kiss to watch your face contort with pleasure.
"So close already, aren't you? I can feel you squeezing me."
"Zeno-please-" you gasped against him, voice cracking.
"Please what, sweetheart?" He grunted, his thrusts growing erratic. "Tell me. Use your words."
But you couldn't think, you could only feel. Feel him stretching you, filling you, owning you in the dark. Your climax was building fast, a coiled tension low in your belly.
“Please- more, I need more. I’m gonna cum!” You babbled, moans pitching higher with each thrust. He felt it in the way you clenched around him.
"Cum for me, sweetheart" he commanded in a growl. "Can you do that for me, pretty girl? Cum on my cock, I've got you."
Your body broke at his words. One hand braced against his forearm while the other fisting the sheets into knots as you shuddered and clenched, pulling him under with you in a wave of raw release.
He looked down and watched the thick ring of your creamy arousal foam around him with each driving thrust. His head fell back, throat bared, a guttural moan falling from his lips.
"Fuck. Good girl." He drove in as deep as he could go and spilled into you, your name falling from his lips like a broken prayer.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. Your breaths tangling in the aftermath.
Zeno pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "I really did miss you," he whispered.
You hummed in reply, tired, letting your hand find his beneath the sheets. He laced his fingers through yours, squeezing softly.
“You could've just woken me up."
"Where's the fun in that?” He shifted closer, pressing his chest to your back. His nose brushed the nape of your neck, and he exhaled.
You smiled into the dark. Lifted his hand and pressed a sleepy kiss to his knuckles.
His arm stayed draped over your waist. Your heartbeat synced with his.
posted this on the subreddit, might as well post it here
Leander close up cuz I like how I did the blood yummy I want to lick it off his fingers (woah, who said that??) (I’m sorry that was cringe) (actually NO, embrace the cringe)
First art post 😄 I made a spruced up version of his pin design w/ colored pencils. I've actually already drawn the pins of him, ais, kuras, and mhin but I'm tortured by my hubris and I've decided to re-do them ALL starting with Leander.
I wanted to add a little disclaimer, because so often I find anatomical tutorials using limited scopes of understandings of what a body “should” or “shouldn’t” look like. While I did draw this for a ‘stereotypical male’ body, even if it is ‘science’ oriented it can still leave many individuals out. No matter your body type, race, sex/gender, sexuality, or abilities, there’s only one ‘you’ in all of existence that ever was and will be. That’s rad as Hell and don’t let anyone ever convince you otherwise. Y’all are valid, worthy, and deserving of love from others, but most importantly yourselves❤️ Make art, stay strange, and I’ll be back with part 4 later next month :)
lol for typos and grammar rip
Credits to @alexwlwesker for screenshots for reference🙏
Happy Birthday, Leander! 🥳
Today you’ll find him in his happy place - as the centre of attention in The Wet Wick with a drink, deck of cards, and the Adderstone hyping him up 🍻 If you’re lucky, you may be able to catch his eye for some one-on-one fun 😉
• It always starts with desperateness for each-other, you, begging for his cock, and craving his hands all over you, after that: Leon isn't the type to go slow--in you if he needs you that bad, he had show you why exactly that is.
• Though he would always give a little warning upfront, 'baby, f'ck, I can't go easy on you', 'because today I need to fuck you but remember I still love you the most, I can't control 'yself because your cunt makes me f'ckin lose my self-control', 'you won't hate me, when I am done with you, right?'
• He doesn't just make love to you, he fucks you deep, like you are his 'filthy little slut', which is shocking to you per se, because you used to think you had love gentle love making, but now after marrying the love of your life here you were, drooling literally making a mess all over your greek-god husband.
• When Leon find himself in heat, the desire to feel you wrapped around him increases and he realizes he turns completely into a different person when he is inside you, because he literally doesnt remember fucking you stupid, he doesnt remember your legs shaking violently against his either side of his torso, he doesn't remember how you fucking chanted his name, as you kept begging for him to 'fuck you harder', and he definitely doesnt remember, how filthy his mouth gets, as he says, 'my pretty wife, is such a whore,' 'isn't she?', 'I am lucky man, to own a whore who is just mine', he gets so loud with you moaning your name, not caring if in morning you have had complaints from your neighbours, though you absolutely felt a little sorry for them, but anyways what he cares for is you, and that you get what you begged for, though, after that the only thing he remembers is the feel of your pulsing walls against his throbbing cock, and he remembers clearly, is your wetness slicking his cock and the loud squelching of his skin hitting against yours and after he is done, he remembers his semen dripping out of your hole, while he is still inside you, he remembers how he wipes it and feeds it to you and you hungrily take it, moaning around his thumb as you suck them clean.
• Though there's a reason you always feel special when he's done with you, after he used you thoroughly: and fucks you like a whore, then Leon, treats you like his favorite princess, his hands achingly gentle around your skin, as he cradles your face and plants kisses all over your face, as if you are the most precious thing to him (you obviously are) and this change in his demeanor is like a trophy of his love: you carry secretly, and of course, you're not complaining.
• Then, he doesn't pull his cock out of your hole straight away instead he rolls over on his back and pulls you on top of him and cradles you against his chest and presses a gentle kiss on your temple, which makes you smile and unconsciously and you confess 'how much you loved it', 'and how lucky you are to have him', he finally feels satisfied, 'I am the lucky one, sweetheart', then he praises you until your breath slows down against him, he says things like, 'amore, you did so good', 'I am sorry if I was a bit rough today' and lazily you had shook your head, making him, smile widely, then he sighs in relief, and plays with your hair until you fall asleep, as he sees you exhausted and spent over him, he gently straighten up himself and gently lays you on your back on the mattress, and as soon as he pull out of you, you frown in your sleep, which makes him chuckle deeply, then shaking his head he moves around the room preparing everything you had need to feel less sore from all the work you did.
• Finally he finds the soft towel he always keep in drawers for times like this, then he moisten it below the warm tap water then in few strides, bring it to you, and gently he cleans his cum that is still glistening out of your cunt, as he does it you shiver all over, but he keeps at it, wiping your inner thighs and your hole: until you are fully clean of the aftermath of you and him.
• Then he prepares the bath for you, testing the water with his hands, until its warm enough for both of you, then there is this little ritual where he decorates the water with rose petals scattering them completely, then he places few scented candles of your favourite fragrance around the bathroom, whose ember lights dance across the tiles making the cozy ambience settle into the room, when he is done there, he switches off the light, letting the room settle in orange hues of the fire.
• When your eyes finally flutter open and you sit upright, he hands you a glass of water, making sure you drink before doing anything else. Once you're finished, he scoops you up bridal-style and carries you toward the bathroom, quietly asking if you need to pee so he can wait outside. When you shake your head hazily, he simply pulls you tighter against his chest, and presses his lips on your hairs and guides you inside and draws you along with him into the bathtub.
• Then he lets you settle into the bath tub against him and with gentle hands, he washes your hair and carefully cleans your body, making you take sharp little breaths in pleasure, then he takes his time, to work the shampoo onto your scalp into circular motion and you groan and lean into his reverence, then slowly he starts to massaging the knots from your shoulders, and caressing every inch of your torso, not missing a spot.
• And somehow, his acts of devotion like this: makes you feel so loved and valued. his touch is always so tender and familiar makes your heart turn into a puddle then: his quiet care warms your entire nervous system entirely. By the time the two of you finish your bath, you feel completelt refreshed, cherished, and at ease in his presence.
• After the shower he lets you get dressed and quickly he cleans the room: so you can settle into it comfortably.
• when everything is done he had ask for you to wait a little for him, then he would cook you some food and fill you up with your favourite snack that is something other than his cock. (Pun intended).
• After that, Leon would brought food back to bed, settling beside you while the two of you shared it comfortably on the bed.
• Then between mid bites you had both found yourselves in warm conversations and by the time you were both finished, you realize, you were completely in love with him, and as you simply stare at him for a moment, without overthinking anything anymore, you lean closer and press a soft kiss to his mouth.
• which is just your way to say: a silent thank you for making you feel so loved, so cared for, in all the little ways that mattered the most, and seeing his lips twitching upwards, you know he knows it too, but then he shakes his head, and cradles your jaw on both of his palms, and with the seriousness in his tone, he says, 'its nothing, baby, just know you deserve more.' Feeling you getting all emotional he pulls you into a deep kiss, and he murmurs, 'I love you', into your mouth and you do the same, groaning those same damn words into his mouth.
• And that's how, your husband, shows his love for you after he fucks you stupid.
