Hello! First off I wanna say that I absolutely LOVE your writing. I love reading your posts about Leona. I was just curious, how do you think leona would be with a female s/o who struggles with physical insecurities (like weight, stretch marks, acne, etc)? how would he approach his partner when it comes to 18+ activities? Are there any physical insecurities that leona might have as well?
Leona With a Female S/O With Insecurities❤️🩹
So, to start off, we know that Leona has a deep respect for women. Sunset Savanna is a female-positive society after all, and because of that, I don't think Leona would ever body shame or think it is his place to critique someone’s appearance. It's just not how he was raised.
Scars and any imperfections are seen as something to be proud of where he comes from anyways, so caring about yours in a negative way would make him a big, fat hypocrite TBH? To him, your imperfections are proof of survival, proof of the life you have lived.
A lil extra weight and stretch marks, especially when you think about the values of Sunset Savanna, are just signs of being well fed, and coming from a home where food was plentiful and your body was allowed to grow strong. The biggest and strongest tend to thrive there anyway, and so I don’t think Leona would ever value thinness over health. I actually think Leona would be fond of chubby or big women for this reason.
ALSO Leona likes to eat. He himself enjoys food A LOT and without any guilt, and he would never deny you the same. If you do have a healthy appetite, it’d honestly be a big turn on for him. If anything, he would try to feed you more, especially if he learned you were ever skipping meals because you were worried about “your figure.” That would worry him more than your weight ever could.
As long as you are happy and cared for, that is what matters most to Leona. He enjoys spoiling you! And he would def playfully scold you for denying him the pleasure of doing so.
He’s no fool or brute. Leona is keenly aware of your insecurities. What kind of partner or mate would he be if he was not? He pays close attention, especially while courting you. And like I said before, he has never been taught to judge by appearances, and so he would never openly comment on a lady’s looks ESPECIALLY.
Leona would use all the finesse he was taught as prince. When he notices you shrinking behind him or maybe trying to hide your belly when out with him, he slips a hand around your waist. He’s not trying to push you, but it’s more a reminder of how proud of being yours he is! That he likes you…just as you are, and that you belong with him, and that ever more so, that he belongs with you.
If you lower your head because you dislike your double chin or acne, Your Lion slips his fingers beneath your jaw and lifts your face to remind you that you’re His Queen. That’s how he’s always seen you, even if others don’t. He could care less what others think. When you can’t muster it, he’ll make you hold your head high, reminding you of your status in his mind. He’ll even settle a hand at the small of your back so you stand straight too. Not to correct you, but to support you.
We can see in his vignettes and how little he thinks of fashion and things like that, that outward looks are NOT a priority to Leona. He values brain over brawn for a reason. Sure he uses his own looks as currency when he needs to, but Leona finds you attractive because you are real and you chose him, love him despite his flaws, and he loves you despite yours. (Even if he doesn’t consider them flaws)
Leona never pressures you, and if you need to stay clothed during sex, he accepts it for now. He wants you to be comfortable more than anything else. Still, he would rather see all of you someday, when you are ready, because wants you and your body exactly as they are.
In attempts to get you to open up completely to him, to maybe make you comfortable. to show you how much he wants you: he likes to kiss you slowly from head to toe, murmuring phrases you don't understand. Almost like grooming. Even rubbing your body with his face and nose, like the cat he becomes when it is just the two of you. He’ll roll up that damn shirt you always insist on keeping on, only slightly, just to steal a little glimpse of your cute tummy, to kiss it, to lick it, to show you how much he loves your chub. If you let him...he'll leave a little mark there too. (He’s begging, okay?)
As you get more relaxed, he’ll go lower and lower until he gets to those stretch marks on your thighs you hate so much, he loves how they feel under his lips, like trails on you body. Until he reaches your underwear, and hey if you have to keep those on too…he can work with that. He'll rub his face between your legs, purposely brushing the tip of his nose on your clit. This will escalate as he gets you more worked up, lapping at the seat of your panties until you beg him to pull them down, and eat you.
When you grow more comfortable with all of it, he'd probably tease you a little too. A pinch of your cute love handles, a little nip with his fangs on your fleshy arms and belly meant to make you laugh. It’s just you, your body after all. “What is a bunny or herbivore without a little fluff?” He likes that you are so warm and plush under his hands.
And no matter what your insecurities are, Leona meets them with unabashed adoration. His Queen. He knows what it’s like to be unwanted or undesirable to fools, and it angers him that anyone could make you feel how he has. So, he kisses your scars. Your crooked nose, whatever you are most tempted to hide from him.
Remember Leona lives in a world of social games, he hates liars and those who would hide what and who they truly are. He’ll get you to see who you really are one day. If you’ll allow him. Like I said before I think what matters to Leona is that one day you allow him all of you. Messy and real. He dislikes when you hold back, but he understands why you do. But, he is a man of patience when it comes to you. He wants to help you reach a place where you would trust him fully. Become someone you seek comfort in. And when you let him undress you without hesitation.
Leona’s Own Insecurities?
TBH I think most of them are on the inside. And I think Leona keeps a tight lid on his own insecurities, because he is also prideful, despite feeling so inadequate. (Paradox of a man. FDGHJ) They rarely show, and when he does let them slip, it is subtle. Or through a self-deprecating joke. He tries not to burden you with his issues, but sometimes he can’t help how pessimistic and depressed he is with himself.
But speaking purely physically, I think he views his appearance and body quite neutrally most of the time. Physically, Leona knows he is competent and attractive to some. Athletic, strong magic. But he also knows there are stronger lions out there, maybe sweeter for you. So, even without reason, he sometimes worries that he is not enough for you. Because Leona strives to be your everything. Your number one, your safety, your comfort and the one you desire.
As confident as he seems, I think Leona’s scar bothers him more than he admits. The memory behind it. (Whatever it may be!) The belief by the older folks of Sunset Savanna that scars are “marks of evil.” And in his sleepwear vignette, we know he fills in part of his eyebrow where his scar has caused the hair to stop growing.
But honestly, even when he doubts himself, as long as you love him, want him, and choose him, that is what helps him pick himself up when he is low. And as a partner he only wishes he can always do the same for you.
I actually wrote fic called "Queen of the Night" based on this ask!
You always felt small in his room. But, you weren’t sure why, it wasn’t as if he had treated you otherwise, the opposite in fact. Maybe it was because you weren’t used to it, being put on such a high pedestal.
Leona lowered his arm just enough to peer at you, one sharp green eye visible beneath his dark lashes. “Ya alright, Kipenzi changu?” he asked, scooting to come behind your back.
“Yeah. Just...uh thinkin’...” You could feel the heat of his body come behind you, even though he hadn’t touched you yet. He never pushed you, Your Lion. Instead, he simply provided his body, and let you come to him.
“Thinkin’, eh...?” He hummed somewhere near your ear, you could feel him moving the hair from your shoulder, until you felt his breath tickle the crook of your neck. He wasn’t the type to pry, but you knew how much he worried about you being comfortable with him.
At some point, you leaned into him without thinking, your shoulder pressing against his soft but sturdy chest.
You froze for a second when you realized what you had done, but then relaxed into it. Though you were still holding that protective arm over your belly.
His own arm came around you slowly, careful not to startle you. His open hand rested at your side, thumb pressing into your hip through your shirt.
As he touched you, you caught yourself scooting even more into him, making less space where your bodies curved together.
Leona noticed and you could almost hear the smirk in his little laugh. Then, his other hand slid over yours, over your belly too, settling you flush against his hips.
“Hey,” he murmured. “What can Your Lion do for ya, hm?”
His hand on your side wandered lower to your upper thigh, a place you usually hid from him. When his fingers brushed a stretch mark sliding your tunic higher, you tensed.
He stopped, frowned, then he touched it again, slower this time, tracing its length with the tip of his bare finger. "Did ya know....there's a flower...that grows in the Sunset Savanna....a foreign, invasive species..."
His nose nuzzled against the flesh of your neck, a soft sound rumbling in his chest. You could feel his smile now, and you knew that sound was his version of a purr.
"That is so damn stubborn it only....opens to moonlight? People even gather in droves just to see it bloom, smell it... It's said to be one of the sweetest smells on earth."
"Mmm, n-no. I've never heard of it..." You shivered and he did it again and again, touching each mark at least twice, before your body fully melted into him, his explanation of the flower somehow calming you even more.
You remembered the first time you touched his scar and he reacted similarly until he got used to your touch, so maybe if he could be brave, then maybe…so could you.
“There ya go,” he murmured, barely louder than a whisper. “You…like when I touch ya like this?”
“Yes-” You confessed, a bit breathlessly.
Leona rested his forehead against the back of your neck, now exposed, his tail curling loosely around your ankle.
“Ya know I could look at you till the sky falls, right?” he said casually, like it was just a simple, plain fact.
That was when he grabbed your jaw, and latched his mouth over yours, more of a tasting than a kiss, his tongue slipping in your open mouth, almost preventing you from breathing.
He wasn’t always good with words, but his body often spoke for him, and the depth of his feelings for you.
