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Among The Wild (General NSFW Headcanons - Leona Kingscholar)

Game: Twisted Wonderland Rating: NSFW/18+ Warnings: oral sex, (mild) overstimulation, body worship, slight D/s themes, penetrative sex, polyamory, double vaginal penetration, breeding kink

Author's Notes: Written as a surprise (HAARDDD TO KEEP QUIET) for my thirst sister-in-arms, @beni-draw-ikemen-please and because I was clown enough to miss giving her some love on her birthday. And also, all my appreciation for her general goodness, her judgement-free attitude, just pure hornin' and ikemen love she brings into my life, for our shared favorite fictional interests. I hope this makes you smile Beni and I hope you enjoy my pick of Leona's wildcard head-canons because I know how much you dig those ~ideas~ ;)) in particular. ILU 2 da🌙 'n back!!

Leona has lived his entire life within gossamer luxury; envy to most. On the surface: an esteemed prince of Afterglow Savannah, swaddled within the comfort of royalty. None aware of the disgrace and contempt slathered upon his every move, every breath within those castle walls. That glorified façade — no more than a gilded cage.

Feared, loathed; they don’t whisper of their derision of his cursed magic to his face, they never do, the cowards.

The ‘respect’ he does receive, a mere sham he sees through… sycophants genuflecting to curry specious favor with royalty, in hopes of garnering the attentions of King Farena, it seethes and sickens him to his core.

But you.

He might never admit it out loud, might never utter words to affirm the weight of your affections — deep and true — what they do to him.

Leona’s approach to sex is physicality at its very root. He will touch and adore you, as is to be bestowed by Savannah’s Prince upon his Beloved — make love to you with the entirety of his being. Not a spot left untouched, not a sound he doesn’t wrangle out of your aching throat. Your body inside and out: heart, soul… that place he settles himself deep in between your legs, all his.

But when you make it your goal to showcase your own pride within your love for the man…

Set to worshipping him — just him — within the bedroom; the way Leona’s cock tightens at the sensation of you dusting gentle kisses across his hair, his face. Reverence within your posture as you move to sink in between his legs, those eyes never leaving his as you do, glittering in joy and so very loving, as if you hail him alone, as your Monarch.

Berries fused onto cheeks so ripe, he could bite into you, watching as you request permission to love him entirely. And when he utters it on a low grunt, the pull of your mouth into a happy smile before it moves to slip across the tip of him and his mind blanks. Your soft thank you for your benevolence amidst other thank yous you litter right against his length in between kisses: for letting you taste, for letting you love him and how you desire him terribly. Your treatment of him, as if he might've laid the universe's very stars at your feet. This kind of devotion is entirely too much and not enough, all at once, he has to have you.

And he does, cock throbbing harder at the prospect of being settled deep in between your legs as he wrenches you off of your feet and onto his lap. Covetous digits, sharp nails sheering panties apart to sink you down onto him in one swift stroke. Continuing throughout the night to praises and screams of my King.

Your King alone.

Not much is as sexually arousing as the scent of you…

Your clothes when they’re strewn about, courtesy of the previous night. Your hands when they reach to cup his face, the delicate scent of hand lotion, soap and you. Your hair as he drops his head against you when he has you wrapped within his arms. Your neck, your breasts, your belly. Leona’s going to be exploring all over and enjoy it.

The intoxicating scent of a human’s arousal, different than a beast’s, but it wafts over pleasant for him. Face buried in between your legs as he noses across your drenched opening, powerful arms gripping you to stillness, try as you might to squirm away from the sensation. And then…

Leona absolutely relishes the experience of letting you flood his senses; a hungry tongue follows that scent to its source before dragging that bundle of nerves in between his lips. Suckling; broad tongue swiping to gather the dew you spill, not a single drop he lets go to waste.

Let the Second Prince enjoy his meal of you, for as long as possible, rocking eager hips upon his face, even if he does not let you stray far, kissing, licking, biting his territory in between your legs, your thighs blossoming in pink. The flare of your hips marred in red from how hard those nails dig into your flesh, heightening that sense of pleasure, until you’re falling.

And yet, he’s not done, tongue working to slide gentle strokes across your oversensitive sex as he laps you up entirely for his own.

His oral fixation extends to any and all parts of you; as do his marks across your skin, your breasts, the back of your neck, across your ass, some of his favorite parts of you along with your pussy.

Leona has never been particularly interested in having children of his own; his own heat and desires he takes care of, often pumped and blown into a fist.

He’s in no hurry for a stranger to nurse any waif of his; not ready to bear the burden of raising a starry-eyed mtoto, to throw them in to discover ugly politics and subterfuge from their tender years. To have them know of envy, to have their place decided due to order of birth. He’s seen and knows enough of it to steer clear of Farena’s constant pleas to make his own family.

With you, that boundary in between desire and instinct blurs each second he finds himself within you; swollen walls clamping around him, a vice, heavy with your slick and his, he grapples to breathe through the sensation. Fingers tracing jerking patterns across the expanse of your stomach as he draws back slow, only to regain his place within, hard. Thumbs pressing in tight at your belly as if he could feel for himself against the entrance to your womb. A womb where you’d bear his child.

The thought’s enough to wrench a mangled snarl from the depths of his throat. Caught in between the desire for family with you and rebellion against royal duty…

He requires time, to work and relax into this relationship, to speak of what he wishes from the two of you, together. To realize, with you, his family needn’t be chained to age old customs, to the fate he seems so adamant to punish himself with.

“Don’t think any young’un could go wrong with you as its mother, kidege,” uttered with an uneven pull to that smile he angles at you; sweetly amused verdant gaze catching yours before he sinks to catch your lip in between gentle teeth. Gloved hand slipping across the expanse of your abdomen and straight in between your legs to worry at your warmth above panties, damp with slick. “Hey, bear my children.” The lightest of pressures, two fingers curve to brush into your slit and you shudder. “…Take me in here, won’t you? Ha… and don’t waste any of it.” He growls.

[Two] Wildcards

Warnings: contains exploration of sexual dynamics with Leona/Reader/Jade and Leona/Reader/Overblot Leona. Please do not read past this point if you think this might not be your cup of tea. 🙇🏽‍♀️

1. (If) A Polyamorous Relationship with Jade…

…is not easy; just as hard won. Leona does not care to associate with Azul nor any of his slithering, scheming eel bastards. And to know you harbor affections for one of them; the more dangerous of the twins, is not something he’s ready to accept for a long, long time.

However, if the price for the elder Leech’s disposal from your life is your smile and your happiness, fuck that. It’s a pain in the ass and he’s not willing to pay that high a penalty. And giving you up, now that he has you is not even an option he’s considering. Carnivores are territorial beasts, after all. He’s yours entirely, as much as you are his. Polygamy is not uncommon within the Afterglow Savannah and if you truly wish to love him along with the Leech…

That dominance to rule and protect does however manifest within the bedroom and to say these dynamics are just a little too hot is an understatement.

The Leech may not be as easily deciphered, but Leona witnesses that low burn of affection and possession burning within Jade’s eyes as he looks down upon you — for it is exactly the kind that breeds within him. That taut pull of a smile he rewards you with makes you so entirely happy, your jaw held within pale, nimble digits as if inspecting you before leaning down for a kiss. Jade’s style of love-making is far ruthless, pushing and edging you to your limits to follow each and every single one of his low commands, pain mixed within that pleasure but at its core, just as devoted to having their favorite human lose their mind within his embrace. A sentiment Leona shares. Leading to the establishment of a gradual, begrudging truce within the bedroom.

2. (If) Sex with Overblot Leona in the mix…

A King rules with a Queen at his side, his royal half and his lover is who he seeks, even in overblot.

The dark half of Leona — still yours, lost as he is — is all ferocity; verdant gaze fixated upon your ass raised in supplication of him. Liquid blot, dark and thick, gathered within a palm as it drips down across tapered digits he propels into your pussy, hot and slippery. Your strangled sound of surprise lost within your Leona’s mouth, lying beneath you, the press of his length you feel brush your thigh.

“Stop fretting,” you hear the darker being behind you speak. “I’ll have you wet enough to take me soon.”

And he does, as promised, slamming his hips into you on one swift stroke, you see stars. Before your Leona beneath moves to drag his fingers against your clit, having you whimpering in his embrace. "So damn tight, little herbivore." Moving to slip himself, inch by inch, into you, your insides so incredibly full of him as they set a punishing, to-and-fro sawing motion in between them. Never leaving you empty.

The dark one’s low grunts, his ominous growl coils low within your ears, “Take my seed, Torkwase and be mine, you hear me? Don’t waste a single drop.” Claws digging painful into your hips just as the constant thrust of them into you, slowly making you release your grip on consciousness.

Dreams so vivid, you can only flush in deep embarrassment when you awaken the next day.

*kidege= little bird mtoto= child Torkwase= Queen

[All Google, so if there are any discrepancies in translation, please feel free to correct me, friends.]

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