Pokemon Shield - Leon/Reader

EVERYONE HERE IS OF LEGAL AND CONSENTING AGE

You've got Leon's attention, and he's got all night.
A case of hero worship turns into body worship.

Leon/AFAB Reader

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"You're something else, you know that?"

If you didn't know better you'd say the champion was flirting with you, but that couldn't be right. He is The Champion, and you are his brother's best friend.

"Haha, I'm sure you say that to all the girls." You laugh and brush off the compliment.

But his amber eyes are serious as he puts his drink down, and leans over to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. His touch is electric and you feel the jolt in your core. You've had dreams like this, you've imagined every scenario and every way a man was meant to know a woman. You're convinced you're misreading the situation but you want this so desperately you almost don't care.

Leon must sense some of your inner turmoil, because he leans back out of your space, and suddenly you can think again. You lift your drink, hand shaking, and gulp the cherry cola, suddenly wishing you'd ordered something alcoholic.

Australian Summer AU - Part 3 - Nadia/Portia/Lucio/Chypre - fin

On the Third day

15th December
//nadia, portia and lucio arrive
//Lucio has hayfever and chypre takes his mind off it.
smut

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Portia's voice rang out.

"You do not need a doctor. You just have a cold!"

"How do -you- know?" Lucio sneered.

"Because I'm not an idiot!"

Chypre opened the door to the raised voices, revealing the countess on the doorstep clearly at wits' end.

"Oh dear lady... Hello! Please save me." Nadia's eyes lit up

"Hello! You made it! Ahhh, why?"

Chypre smiled, confused, then followed Nadia's gaze to Portia and Lucio further down the path. 

"How dare you!?" The count drew himself up to his full height.

"How dare YOU?!" Portia jabbed a finger at him angrily

"Say no more." Chypre stepped aside to usher Nadia inside the house "Asra is in the kitchen." 

Nadia clasped her shoulder in passing and Chypre moved down the path.

"Portia, hello! Can you help Nadi in the kitchen please?"

"Hi Chypre!" Portia turned to face her, anger forgotten in an instant, and wrapped the magician in a tight hug "Of course. Good to see you." She bounded inside the house.

"Oh Chypre, they've been just ghastly to me." The tall blonde wrapped his arms around the magician and nuzzled into her hair.

"I know, precious." She hugged him back.

"I really am sick."

"Well, come inside and let me take care of you."

Satisfied now that someone was listening to him, Lucio let Chypre lead him inside the house to a big bedroom with floor to ceiling windows and a huge wooden bed. Lucio took one look at the bed and flung himself upon it.

"Where does it hurt?" Chypre asked, suppressing a smile.

"My head." He put on a sad puppy face.

Chypre climbed onto the bed to run her fingers over his face, and Lucio wriggled into her lap so he could rest his head on her thighs. 

"Where?" The magician gently traced his brows, then the aquiline curve of his nose "Here?" she smoothed her thumbs over his cheekbones and under his eyes.

"Everywhere."

"Have you been sneezing?" She continued to trace the contours of his face.

"Ugh, non stop!"

"Itchy eyes?"

"How...?

"Hmm..." Chypre pretended to think hard.

"What? Is it serious?" 

Lucio looked so concerned she had to laugh.

"No, darling." She kissed the tip of his nose "It's just hayfever. I'll get you something for it."

The magician slipped from his grasp and went to fetch a bottle of pills and a glass of water. When she returned Lucio had propped himself up against the pillows, still fully dressed and boots on. She handed him the medication and water.

"Take two." She said "And we'll see if I can't make you feel a little more comfortable."

Chypre climbed back on the bed and knelt at his feet, one hand sliding up his leather clad leg to the top buckle of one boot. Lucio shifted his legs apart, propping his prosthetic arm behind his head, and watched her unbuckle and pull both boots off. He unbuttoned his pants with his other hand and raised one perfect eyebrow at her in challenge.

Never one to back down, Chypre crawled up his legs to sit astride his thighs, fingers hooked in the waistband of his pants. She lowered her face to nuzzle his swiftly hardening length through the material.

Lucio groaned and tipped his head back, but he couldn't completely tear his eyes away, he loved watching someone suck him off. In fact he loved watching, period, as long as he was the focus. Her long black hair slipped through his fingers as she lifted her head to finally finish unbuttoning his pants and get them out of the way. He was, of course, naked underneath.

Chypre curled one hand around him, stroking him firmly from base to tip. Her hair shrouded his groin with its warm, silky weight as she lowered her mouth to his sex, tongue swirling around the thick head. Lucio fisted his hand in the shiny raven locks to push her head down. She felt like heaven on his cock as he guided her head up and down, working himself deeper into her throat with each pass.

"Ohhh, fuck yes... Good girl..."

The magician's nails dug into Lucio's hips as she fought off the need to breathe, loving the feel of him fucking her mouth, the tight pull on her hair, the murmured praise. Alas, human biology won out and he let go as she pushed back against his hand, gasping for breath. She continued to stroke him with her fingers, pumping his length, focusing on the head with her mouth. 

"So good..." Lucio stroked her cheek, then dropped his hand to the bed and let her bring him close to the edge. A dark(er) part of him thought about not stopping next time, about choking her with his cock while tears sparkled in her lashes and her body fought for breath. And then, when she passed out from lack of oxygen, he'd cum on her face. The thought was enough to instantly trigger his orgasm and he came hard, spilling in her mouth. 

Oblivious to his thoughts, Chypre swallowed his seed and licked him clean.

"Better?" She purred, grinning up at him.

Lucio stroked her hair.

"You have no idea."

And it was probably better that way.

END.

Australian Summer AU - Part 2 - Asra/Julian/Chypre - fin

On the Second day

//Asra and Julian 'break in' to Chypre's house.
//shenanigans
fluff

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"I don't know about this..."

Asra shifted uncomfortably, watching the dark street for witnesses.

"We're surprising our girlfriend for the holidays. It's romantic!"

Julian's tall form was hunched over, long hands working at picking the lock.

"It's breaking and entering..."

The door opened with a soft click.

"Your face is breaking and entering."

The doctor slipped the tools back into his coat, mumbling under his breath.

"What?"

Julian gestured to the open door with a flourish.

"After you."

Asra frowned at Julian for a moment, then pushed past him through the door.

"Honestly Ilya, th-AHHHHHHHH!"

The light flashed on and the intruders found themselves suddenly dangling upside down.

"AAAHHHHHHHH!"

Chypre jumped at them, wielding a baseball bat.

SQUAWKSQUAWKSQUAWK 

Malak flew circles around them, squawking loudly.

FRIEND <3

Faust launched herself at the dark haired magician.

"Faust?"

She caught the snake against her chest and looked up at her foolish lovers.

"You scared the -fuck- out of me!"

She let the spell drop, wincing in sympathy as Julian hit the ground in a tangle of limbs. Asra controlled their descent, landing with much more grace.

"Asra said there were no wards." Julian said in a small voice, putting his limbs back in order.

"I... Err..." Asra looked down, embarrassed "I didn't check inside."

"What?!" Julian appeared completely scandalized.

"You're really distracting." Asra gestured at the tangle of Julian on the floor.

"Alright." Chypre rubbed her face tiredly "I'm going to make a cup of tea, and then you can tell me why you decided to break into my house."

END.

Australian Summer AU - Part 4 - Chypre/Asra/Muriel - fin

On the Fourth day

//Asra and Chypre smoking a joint
//Magic incense with Muriel
smut

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The humidity dropped with the setting of the sun, and it was a perfectly clear night, not a cloud in the sky, perfect conditions for stargazing. The silvery light of the crescent moon filtered through dozens of big leafy plants and overhanging baskets to cast the back verandah in semi darkness. Chypre took the offered pipe and flopped down next to Asra on a pile of cushions. As she began to inhale the sweet smoke, a voice sounded from the darkness.

"What are you doing?"

Chypre promptly started choking, but Asra, completely unfazed, turned to find Muriel sitting among the plants.

"Watching the stars." They said.

"...you ok?" Muriel frowned at Chypre, who was relearning how to breathe.

She gave him a thumbs up and took a series of deep breaths, coughing once or twice.

"I got more of that incense" Asra continued with an enigmatic smile "and charged it up a little. If you want to try."

Muriel was quiet for a moment.

"...Ok."

Asra turned their head and cocked an eyebrow at Chypre in question.

"I'm so in." She handed the pipe back.

They resettled in the bungalow at the back of the yard, that Muriel had claimed for the duration of his stay. It was of simple construction, consisting of two rooms, a lounge with small kitchenette and a bedroom that was basically wall to wall mattress. A shaded lamp cast a soft amber light around the room, perched precariously on a small table beside the bed. Asra set up the incense cones to burn next to it, conjuring a small flame in their fingers.

Chypre settled on the bed between them, tucking her legs underneath her, long black halter dress pulled down over her knees. Asra stretched out on the left side of the mattress, Muriel sat against the wall on the right. The white haired magician snapped a multi coloured flame off and on in their palm, a silly magic trick to entertain children for the most part, but they and Chypre had often played a game where they tried to snatch the flame and change the colour before the other could snatch it back. 

The first tendrils of smoke were inching their way across the bed and Chypre felt her senses tingle as she breathed them in. She let the now violet flame flicker out.

"What did you add to this, exactly?" She asked Asra, thinking that perhaps she should have thought to ask before now.

Asra just smiled their Cheshire Cat smile and lazily stretched their body out. But knowing Asra, Chypre figured they were in for one hell of a trip, or a stoned makeout session. As their coloured auras flickered to life, and she felt her awareness triplicate, she had her answer.

It took a moment for Chypre to reestablish the boundaries of self, and sort Muriel from Asra. Muriel's aura shimmered through an earthy spectrum of greens, brown and orange, but seemed to absorb a swirling streak of violet and red from Chypre as she ran her hand up his arm. She felt his skin under her palm, and her palm against his skin.

The effect was dizzying.

Muriel laced his fingers through hers, transfixed, as she seemed to spill into his lap like vibrant, warm rainbow liquid. Her hands on his chest felt like the answer to some great arcane secret he'd been searching for, but he was feeling too much to make sense of it. At his side Asra burned like a star, like every feeling and every colour and eternity, light sparkling where their hands stroked their own body.

The jarring chime of a mobile phone cut through the reverie. Chypre recognized it as her own, and fished it out of the pile of stuff by the bed.

"Yeah. What?? Are you ok? What happened? Wha... Yeah, I'll be there in a sec."

She ended the call, brows creased in a frown.

"Our idiot boyfriend set fire to my kitchen. He's fine, but I'm gonna go deal with all that." She scrubbed her face with her hands to try and sober up.

Asra pulled her into a long, languid kiss that almost made her forget anything or anyone else existed, but for the buzz of her phone receiving a text message to ground her in reality. She squeezed Muriel's arm and slipped from the room. 

Muriel watched her leave, the spell seemingly broken. However, the remaining magician captured his attention by crawling across the bed, clad only in the rainbow light of their aura, to kneel before him. Muriel had never seen anything so beautiful. Asra's kiss was like mangoes and honey, and he was lost in the taste of paradise.

"Touch me." Asra murmured against his lips, climbing into Muriel's lap, and he couldn't find it in him to argue. The skin under his hands was smooth and warm, the soft curve of their naked hips an invitation to sin. He could feel the hard length of their arousal pressing against his stomach as Asra rocked above him, their weight pressing down on his own erection. Though the magician's clever hands soon had him exposed.

"Do you wanna fuck me?"

He felt Asra's breathy voice against his skin, intimately, but he hated when they made it sound so crude.

"Don't say it like that." He growled, looking away.

Asra stroked his hard manhood and nuzzled against his cheek.

"Please...? I need you inside me." They begged softly, their wicked lips tracing the shell of his ear. 

With Asra's skilled hands on him he could only groan in assent, chasing their mouth for more kisses. Asra moved against him, positioning themselves astride his lap, and bringing Muriel's thick length to his entrance. Their touch was cold for a moment with the slick of some kind of lubrication, but their body was hot as it worked to sheathe him.

Making love to Asra was like touching the sun, like fire and magic, an all consuming religious experience. Muriel was lost, unable to think, he could only see and feel the magician riding him, their tight ass stretched around him, the perfectly desperate little sounds they made fueling his need. He groaned as he grabbed Asra's hips to deepen their movements, pulling them down harder, faster, slamming their bodies together.

Asra cried out as they came, a pretty little moan spilling from their lips and their hot seed soaking Muriel's chest. Muriel threw his head back and howled, pulling Asra hard against him and cumming deep inside their ass. He saw stars.

The magician lay against Muriel's chest, heedless of the mess, nuzzling Muriel's chin. Muriel fought to get his breathing under control, relaxing his tight grip on Asra's hips. He thought about it for a moment, then stroked Asra's back.

"We should clean up." His voice was huskier than usual.

"Mm." Asra snuggled into him further, content.

END.