#champion dande x reader

[philistiniphagottini]

Hi Hi! I saw Champion Leon was on the list of hyper focuses and I had a request for him!

May I please request chubby fem Reader comforting Leon after he lost his title, realizing it hit him harder than he expected. Like she offers to cook for him, run him a bath, anything to make him feel better (Sorry, If this is a mess. I always get nervous when I request)

Hi Anon, thank you for the request. I really, really liked this one it was interesting to think about and write. I hope you enjoy it :)

cw. light angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, female reader, chubby reader

No matter how many Champion matches you attended, you don��t think you could ever get used to the feeling. The bright flashing of the lights, the fierce clash of Pokémon, the roar of the crowds, the palpable tension that you could feel tingling in the back of your throat as you waited with baited breath with each and every move called out by the Trainer. You are convinced that your ears were still ringing by the time you and Leon arrived back to your humble abode, late into the evening after yet another one of his Champion matches. Usually, you would think about retiring for the night and recovering from such a rambunctious evening but tonight was different. 

Leon was his usual bright and cheery self as trailed after you, seemingly still brimming and buzzing with energy even long after the match was over. He talked your ear off like he normally did, until it felt like they were going to fall off as he recounted every single detail of the prior match and gave his input on what was going through his head at the time. You enjoyed listening to him and would nod along but something wasn’t quite sitting right with you. When you turned to face, making him stop in his tracks, and offered him a warm smile, the one he returned didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“Are you feeling alright?” you inquired. 

Leon nodded in response, a grin still plastered on his face. His smile still was reflected in his eyes. 

“Of course” he replied with a chipper chime. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

A small frown tugged at your lips and your tongue suddenly felt like lead in your mouth as your throat went dry. Leon had been acting just a little odd ever since his match ended. The Champion match that he lost. He had taken it well when the dust settled and Galar’s undefeatable Champion had finally been toppled. He took it all in stride, smiling and waving at the cheering crowd of the stadium as his defeat was announced through all of Galar. Hop wasn’t as cheerful as his older brother had been, blowing up both your phones with messages and calls to make sure that Leon was alright. And you had reassured him that everything was fine and he was taking the loss well. A little too well, at this point. 

You politely cleared your throat when you realised you had been staring blankly at Leon for just a tad too long at this point. You forced another smile, the gears in your head turning as you thought of something you could do, some way you could comfort Leon after the sting of his loss. He must need a reprieve, right? 

“Is there anything you want me to do?” you asked, eyes flickering around the room as you pondered on your thoughts. “I could make you something to eat?”

“Don’t worry about it. I ate before the match.”

“Oh. Then how about a hot bath? I could run you one before hopping into bed” you said counting on your fingers as you started to list off the things you could do. “Or we could just watch some TV. And get snacks. Ahh wait, you said you weren’t hungry.”

You were so busy rambling that you didn’t really take notice as Leon approached you, his footfalls light as he took a few easy strides and closed the distance between you. Your shoulders jumped up to your ears when a shadow fell over your face and a surprised gasp whistled through your teeth when Leon placed his cap on top of your head. 

“Lee?” you questioned, a concerned tone tinting your voice. 

Another surprised noise stirred in the back of your throat as you were suddenly taken in his arms, strong, corded muscles wrapping tight around your plump waist as he drew you closer to him. He squeezed you tight as you placed your hands on his chest, feeling his thunderous heart beating beneath your fingertips as he peered up at him beneath the shadow of his cap. 

“Leon?” you asked again.  

“Don’t worry about me” he said, eyes glassy and voice warbling in his throat when he swallowed thickly.

The worried look that flashed across your face was the final blow and he didn’t think he could take it anymore. His breath stuttered and his chest felt tight when you gave him that sad pout, the plump skin of your bottom lip pinched between your teeth and sadness shimmering in the depths of your eyes. It made his knees wobble and it felt like they were about to buckle.

“Aw come on, don’t give me that look.”

His legs finally gave out and he slowly sank to the floor, dragging you down with him as you huddled together on your knees. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and you could feel the tremble in his hands as he pulled on the back of your shirt. Your hands came to cradle the nape of his neck as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, the scruff of his beard tickling your skin as long wisps of his hair cascaded down your shoulders in a flurry of vibrant purple. He was still wearing his uniform and you could smell the dirt of the pitch clinging to the fabric mixed with the beads of perspiration that still clung to his back. His breath was ragged as it puffed against your skin and you could hear his voice scratching in his throat when he spoke, pushed through dry and cracked lips. 

“Hah, I didn’t think it would hit this hard” he said. 

You didn’t need him to clarify. You knew what he meant as you hugged him tighter, swallowing down your tears as a soft sniffle tickled your nose. He had been Galar’s proclaimed undefeatable Champion for so long that even he had started to believe that it was true. He was idolised, respected and admired by so many from Galar and beyond. He was the pillar to climb, the mountain to conquer and the obstacle to overcome at the pinnacle. But now, he had been toppled. He knew this day would come, that one day someone would come along and prove that not even he was infallible. In the moment, he had been so ecstatic for the achievement that he hadn’t shed a single tear and had joined the roar of the crowd in applause. Leon always took his losses well. He had been happy, truly. He held no remorse nor any bitter feelings. He had given it his all and there were no regrets. But now, that everything had settled, there was a single thought on his mind: 

“What now?” Leon mumbled into the crook of your neck.

What was to come next for the former champion? Where did he go from here? What did the future hold? The flood of adrenaline that finally fizzled out of his body was sapping the last of his strength. His mind was still in a tizzy and he couldn’t think straight without little black dots swirling in his vision. He didn’t know whether he was going to cry or throw up. Or both. Was both an option? The tension in his muscles was knotting and it left behind stinging burns that would still be sore come the morning yet Leon didn’t know if he could think that far ahead. There was a storm in his mind and it felt like he was falling overboard in the waves. Before his head could spiral any further, you called to him, the anchor in the storm and the calm in the violent hurricane of emotions. 

“I don’t know what comes next, Leon” you softly spoke. 

You rubbed your hand along the curve of his spine, the tips of your fingers tracing over the notches as you helped to soothe the erratic beat of his heart. After a long moment of silence, you could feel it start to work as the muscles in his body started to ease, his nose brushing along the hollow of your throat as he took a deep and calming breath. Eventually, it started to match with your own calm breaths the longer you held him, fingers twisting in his hair as you pressed your lips to his forehead. A hum stirred in his chest as your calming scent invaded his senses, the flutter of his lashes brushing over your skin as squeezed your sides. 

“I’m sure we can figure it out together” you reassured Leon. 

You were unsure of what else you could do. This was the best you could do at the moment and right now, it was all Leon wanted. You could get through this situation together, he knew that he could pull through this, especially with your love and support; something that he was grateful that he received every day with unyielding devotion. He felt the strong love you felt for him as you cradled him in his arms, easing his worries and here to reassure him. It made his heart swell with affection and it felt like a flock of Butterfree were fluttering around his stomach. 

You felt small droplets wet the skin of your neck and soak into the fabric of your shirt as Leon tucked his face deeper into the side of your throat, lips moving over your pulse as his voice tickled your ear in a whisper. 

“Can we stay like this, just a little longer?”

You hummed softly, brushing your fingers through Leon’s hair and tucking a long strand behind his ear.

“We can stay here for as long as you want.”

[salandition]

Its,,,,, so basic but Maybe Leon and Reader are training out near Circhester and get caught in a snowstorm? They find an old cabin amongst the trees and tHeReS OnLy OnE BED and they have to keep warm,,,, (Love your writing btw)

A/N: yes, the classic trope. I will gladly take a bite out of it :) Also this one kind of really dragged on, so it’s a bit long lol took me way too long to finish. if any of you recognize the title, ur a real one 

Chilly Down (Good Times, Bad Food)

Leon x Reader

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You feel like you should have expected something like this to happen. Despite what a great guy Leon is and how fun it is to hang out with him, he was sort of a magnet for trouble. He had an ability to draw in unfortunate events wherever he went it seemed. 

So you’re not completely surprised when you and Leon are hit with an unexpected snowstorm while training together outside of Circhester. Are you a bit miffed about it? Yes. But surprised? No, not really. 

“Training with the Champion is great and all,” you yell over the storm, one arm in front of your face to uselessly protect you from the snow, and your other hand is holding tightly onto Leon’s. Grabbing hold of him was almost more important than making it out of the storm- if you lost sight of Leon during this, you might never see him ever again. He’d find some way to end up on an undiscovered continent, you just know it. “But I think I’ll pass on your invitations after this!” You finally finish, continuing to trudge through the snow with him. 

“You know, usually I’d argue, but I think that’s fair,” Leon laughs, and then immediately shuts his mouth as a rush of cold air hits him and tries to travel down his throat. He hacks a few times- a few ice crystals probably hit his uvula or something- and then you feel a harsh tug on your hand. “Look!” 

Leon points toward a dim but very much real yellow glow in the distance. Immediately, the two of you head for it- desperate for any shelter you could be given. Part of you was doubtful, wondering if it was just some luminescent Pokémon or a random streetlight. Though even a streetlight would be better than nothing- that would mean you were back on the route’s path and could find your way back to Circhester if you were lucky. 

But it wasn’t a random streetlight. Thank whatever Gods that may exist- the light was coming from a big, sturdy wooden cabin, a sign being viciously blown by the wind read that it was even a hotel. What are the odds? 

“This is literally the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Leon yells as you both make a run for the cabin. 

“I believe it!” 

You almost fall with the amount of force that you and Leon enter the cabin with- both frantic to get out of the biting cold. You actually do fall, tumbling into a roll on the ground and snow scattering everywhere as Leon fumbles for the door and slams it shut before you bring too much of the storm inside. 

Heavily breathing, you don’t even notice the lady behind the counter before she coughs. 

Leon looks up with a beaming grin, laughing as he huffs and puffs, leaning against the door. “Hell of a storm, innit?” 

Not the smartest thing to say, but the lady gives out an amused snort anyway. 

“I’m assuming the two of you will be purchasing a room?” She tilts her head with a gleam in her eye. Something tells you that business isn’t going so well if she’s working in a hotel in the middle of nowhere and she’s still charging when you’re both obviously stranded- but hey, that’s life. You look up to Leon as you stay on the floor, hands on your chest as you continue to try and catch your breath. 

“Let me see,” you huff and wheeze, “those Champion benefits,” another huff, “big guy.” 

It’s not that funny but Leon laughs so hard that he starts to slide down the door, knees buckling beneath him, and you think that’s really funny so you start laughing too, rolling on the floor. The lady watches all the while, and if you notice a flying Rotom recording you while you and Leon lose your minds over nothing, you don’t say anything about it. 

Once Leon manages to shuffle over and pay the woman at the desk after your post-adrenaline delirium, she gladly shows you over to your room. You’re suddenly feeling exhausted after trudging through a snowstorm, so you don’t pay much attention to what she says as she leads you there- but it’s not like you need to. Leon does most of the talking as he keeps you steady with an arm around your shoulder. 

You don’t notice the look the woman gives you, nor do you notice the look Leon gives back. All you feel is the comforting rub of his hand on your arm, and it’s nice. 

“Enjoy your stay, you two,” is the only thing you pick up from her before the door is shut and you’re left alone in your newly-purchased hotel room.

There’s an important detail here, and that detail is the fact that there’s only one bed, and you’ve never shared a bed with Leon before. Sure, you’re friends, but you’ve never been the cuddling-type of friends. This detail is completely missed by both of you as luck would have it because as soon as you and Leon manage to remove your clothes, you’re out like a pair of lights the second your backs hit the mattress. 

No, the problem and important detail doesn’t really announce itself in your mind until morning comes. Well- afternoon, actually, if you managed to look at a clock. 

When you awake- at first, it’s not strange. It’s not strange until you recognize the hand around your waist, hair in your face, and legs entwined with yours- which is definitely not something that’s a usual occurrence for you. Recognizing all of these details, your eyes snap open, and you begin to take in the situation as it is. 

Leon and you both stripped down to your underwear, definitely cuddling, and definitely in the only bed available in the room as far as you can see. And from what you can tell with how the walls shake and the windows vibrate, the storm is still going strong. 

Right. 

“Leon,” your voice is hoarse from sleep as you smack your lips, your hand lifting up to shake Leon’s arm that’s wrapped tightly around your waist. “Leon, you daft idiot, wake up,” 

“Mmmgh,”

“I’ll… I’ll steal all your Pokémon, and run off to another country. Wake up, Leon.” The threat is creative, but lacking any real malice behind it as you continue to shake Leon’s body. A few more rough shakes and he finally blinks his eyes open. 

“Where… where am I?” He mumbles almost incoherently as he blinks a few more times, lifting himself up on his elbows as he takes in his surroundings. A bit of drool falls from the corner of his mouth. 

It’s kind of cute, but also kind of gross, and Leon is still kind of on top of you in nothing but his underwear. You begin to wonder if he’s ever going to notice- but finally, his expression seems to come to life as his mind wakes up and he looks up and down your body again. 

“...Right. Yeah, my bad.” Grunting, Leon finally rolls off you and to the other side of the bed. You want to laugh at the pinkness of his ears and cheeks if you weren’t vividly aware you probably looked exactly the same, so you bite your tongue for now. Apparently, the both of you have agreed to ignore your partial nudity for now as Leon holds his head in his hands, keeping his gaze off you as he asks, “why on Galar am I so tired?” 

“Maybe we were supposed to die,” you snicker, sitting up yourself and bringing up the covers as you do, trying to stay somewhat-modest. “And now our brains are realizing we’re actually alive and it doesn’t know what to do.” 

Despite himself, Leon giggles. “Yeah, maybe.” 

The window shakes from more pressure of the storm outside. It gets your attention for sure, and you realize that you should probably check your phone to see when this storm would even end. Very, very slowly, you shuffle out of bed, analyzing the floor and looking at how scattered your clothes are. It takes your tired mind a minute to find your bag, but when you do, it’s not good news. 

Of course there’s no service. 

“Ugh,” you groan again. “This sucks.” 

“Put on some clothes,” Leon says from the bed and you roll your eyes.

“They’re drenched, mate, and so are yours,”

Leon’s head snaps up from his hands at that. “Really?” You’ve got no reason to lie about that but he scatters toward his clothes anyway, feeling the damp and dirty texture of them with his own hands, as if that would change their outcome. You’re definitely not checking out his butt as he bends over to pick them up, because that would be silly and childish. 

Very nice view, though. 

Leon sighs. “Of course. Don’t suppose this hotel has a store of any sort?” 

“Good one,” you laugh. “Probably not, but I’ll check the bathroom for robes-“

“Oh, let me do it,”

“Why?”

“I’ve really got to pee, mate,” 

“Right on, then,” you point him toward the direction of the bathroom and Leon immediately makes himself sparse. You can only laugh as you watch him go, and while you wait, you gather all of your wet clothes and start to hang them all around the room so they might dry while you wait out the storm. 

“Good news,” Leon comes out of the bathroom and you look over your shoulder, seeing him hold up two white, fluffy robes. He tosses one your way and you catch it easily, wrapping yourself up quickly and Leon follows suit. “So, roomie,” Leon raises a brow at you, hands on his hips, “what do we do now?”

You wave your phone that’s in your hand. “We got no service, so we should probably check in with that lady who was at the desk if she knows anything about the weather reports.” Your eyes move to look at the bed. “And maybe you should talk her into changing us to a room with two beds.” For both of your sakes. 

“Right,” Leon nods. “Let’s go, then.”

More bad news, though. The lady didn’t know anything about the weather other than the fact that these storms usually lasted a day or two, so, in her own words, ‘if you’re lucky, you won’t be here much longer, but I can’t assure that. Also, you’re charged per night, per room.’ 

And all the rooms in this shotty little hotel only had one bed, so the idea of getting privacy at night was a lost cause. You weren’t the biggest fan of wasting your money or Leon’s on two rooms, anyway, especially since the owner seemed to be somewhat rude. So that’s nice. 

‘At least she had food’, Leon had told you positively, and you suppose he was right. She had a rather weak list of a menu, but ‘at least there was a menu’ so you wouldn’t have to eat whatever berries you had in your bag. The two of you seemed to dance around the fact that you were going to most likely be sleeping partly nude again tonight, except this time you’ll both be a lot more awake and conscious of it. You distracted yourself with the mediocre food that tasted mildly burnt or undercooked, no in-between, and playing with what Pokémon could fit in your small hotel room instead until both of your eyes were drooping and you couldn’t delay the inevitable any longer. 

“So.” You stand on one side of the bed, Leon on the other. Both of you stare at each other with your hands on your hips. 

“So,” Leon nods. 

“Should we… make rules?” Looking down at the bed and up at Leon, you know that technically you guys could try to stay on your side of the bed and probably not touch each other all night. 

But you were keenly aware that this man is a cuddler and you had a subconscious habit to scoot over to the warmest thing while you slept, so it seemed like physical interaction was going to happen one way or the other.

“I think that’s a bit pretentious,” he scratches his chin and shrugs. His nonchalance is downplayed by the heat on his cheeks and the sweat on his temple. “It’s fine if we… Cuddle. Right?” 

You suppose so. “I guess,” you purse your lips. “Typically friends cuddle with clothes on, though. And these robes are too awkward to sleep in.” 

“I mean, we did it before.” 

That’s true, but again, both of you were a bit delirious. But you can’t really argue with that, and you’re getting tired of dancing, so you nod and sigh. With a burst of courage, you square your shoulders, narrowing your eyes. Leon looks at you strangely before he squawks, his hands flying to cover his face when you remove your robe, the material falling and pooling around your feet. 

“Some warning!” He chokes and coughs. You laugh through your embarrassment, quickly getting on the bed and under the covers. 

“Come on. We could be sitting here all night. Lose the robe,” you cheer him on and Leon glares at you through the spaces of his fingers. “Lose the robe! Lose the robe!” 

“Stop!” He laughs and you giggle along, but it slowly ebbs and abruptly comes to a halt when Leon does, in fact, lose the robe. It’s too much to ask for him to not notice how you stare, so of course he does- humming proudly as he snuggles under the covers. “Speechless?” Leon smiles. 

“Don’t push it, I saw you ogling me the first time,” 

He coughs when you smirk. 

“Fine. Come here and cuddle me if you’re so smart.”

“Fine, I will!”

“Do it.”

“I’m gonna.”

The two of you lay under the covers, Leon’s arms open and beckoning, and you- frozen, not moving an inch. It’s not until he gives you a cocky look and starts to wiggle forward that you finally bite your lip and shove down your ego, rolling over to his side. It should be awkward, and it is, but only because the two of you somehow manage to fit together perfectly and that’s a bit odd. Your head resting against his collarbone, his arms wrapped snugly around your body, your legs entwined in a comfortable and fitting manner. It all happens almost instantaneously as if you’d both done this for years, as if it was a habit.

“Not that bad, right?” Leon murmurs in your ear and hums when your fingers trail little patterns across the skin of his waist and back. You mostly just did it to ease your nerves, not realizing how intimate the action was, but you figure it’s fine if Leon seems to like it. His hands explore your hair and the nape of your neck, the feeling making you curl further against him with a sigh. 

“Not bad,” you whisper. “Still odd.”

He hums but doesn’t prod the conversation along any further.

Several odd minutes pass, your breathing slowing as your body relaxes against Leon’s. Right as you find yourself on that warm, lulling cusp of falling asleep, there’s a brushing feeling against the top of your head. Leon’s body shuffles and lowers on the mattress and you’re about to whine a complaint about him moving around so much- but you’re silenced by the feeling of lips against your forehead. 

The hand that was previously teasing the skin of your neck trailed up and lightly grazed your cheek as Leon’s lips moved across your forehead to your brow. The actions are relaxing, yes, but your body tenses regardless because friends don’t do this. 

“Leon,” your whisper is like a shout compared to the dark silence in the room. Leon freezes up instantly at the sound of it and when you open your eyes, his head is angled in a way with his lips still pressed against your temple so you can’t see his expression. “...What are you doing?” You lick your lips nervously.

“...I thought you were sleeping.” Is all he has to say. You can’t say anything in reply to that because it’s fairly obvious to the both of you that no, you weren’t sleeping. “Um.” The air that leaves his mouth is hot against your skin.

From where your head rests, snug against his chest, you can almost feel the thundering pace of his heart more than you hear it. You idly wonder if it’s possible for hearts to beat in sync with one another. 

“Leon,” you say again when he doesn’t offer any explanation. He sucks in a shaky breath, his arm propping up from under him as he finally comes into your field of view; his eyes downcast and refusing to meet yours as he scoots away from you and lays his head back on his pillow. His hand lowers from your cheek down to your waist, touching your skin and then jolting back and insecurely moving against his chest, instead. 

“Sorry,” he whispers, “that was a bit creepy.” 

You remember the feeling of his heartbeat, and you don’t think that’s creepy at all. 

You reach your hand forward, tenderly cupping Leon’s jaw as he had done to you. Finally, he looks at you- his golden irises shining like glowflies in the darkness. The moment held between you now is a stark contrast to the harsh snowstorm outside- if you strain your ear, you’d be able to hear the whistling of the wind and the creaking of the trees. 

For now, all you can hear is your heart in your ears and the voice in your head saying kiss him, kiss him, kiss him. 

You’re aware that friends don’t do this. They don’t look at each other like this and they don’t press their lips against each other so softly- meekly. Lovingly. Maybe if you’re experimenting, maybe if you’re a different type of friend. But you and Leon aren’t like that, you’ve never been like that. 

So if things are different now, that’s something that’s a treasured secret between you, him, and the snow. 

[champion-leon-imagines]

Yo, your Leon's the best! I was hoping you could write the following: Leon and his wife have some sweet and soft tender Thank God You're Alive Sex after the Darkest Day happened and she had almost died after being attacked by Eternatus. The doctors told Leon she wasn't gonna make it for good measure, so to say he's relieved and overjoyed is an understatement.

Please and thank you! <3

(Thank you so much for your kind words - and those from AO3. I will give a lil warning beforehand. It's been quite some while I wrote something in english and I may be rusty. So I apologize for any mistakes or strange sentences. Also a warning for mild nsfw. I tried to make it as softcore.)

He'd never thought that day would actually come, after all doctors already gave up on you ever waking up again. Eternatus hit you with his strongest attack, Eternabeam. Though, your Pokemon were able to parry most of it's power with barrier and Light Screen, but the impact was too strong.

Leon felt guilty and helpless. How could he let you be in such a danger and when you were at the verge of death, all he was able to do was cry and pray for your life. Thankfully, Arceus seemed to granted him his biggest wish, because one day, he got a call from the doctor.

Your condition got better until you could even walk and eat properly again. They said, your fighting will matched Leons will during battles and that's why you recovered so quickly and made you leave the hospital a few days after you woke up from your coma.

Of course, your friends were infront of the building to get you. Next to Leon was his brother Hop, who cried tears of joys that his sister-in-law was back at good health and even Sonia ignored her work and waited for you. But you couldn't care less to see them when your eyes fell at that bulky chunk of teddy-bear-like statue, who seemed to sob und almost stumbled over his own feet when he made his way over to you to get you into a big and gentle hug.

Leon was careful not to hurt you, but still managed to show you how much he missed and feared to loose you. "Thank Arceus.. I thought I would never have you in my arms again Y/n.. I thought I lost you forever..", Leon mumbled in your ear, his scent enveloped you like a blanket and you took a deep breath and inhaled this familiar scent. You missed him as much as he missed you and you couldn't be more happy..

After Hop and Sonia accompanied you and Leon to your shared home, they bid you goodbye to leave you alone with your worrywart husband who constantly apologized for what happened to you. "Leon, darling. Please stop to blame you for what happened. It was my own decision to help you out there with Eternatus. There is nothing I regret, you hear?", you whispered, trying to calm this poor mans heart down. Leon refused to let you go ever since he hugged you and held your hand close to his heart. "I know.. But.. I still feel guilty.."

"Mhm.. If you really feel guilty, I may know a way you feel better. Plus, it would make both of us feel way better.", you started and looked at him. Leons gaze was puzzled for a moment, until he realizes the passionate look in your eyes and started to heat up. "We have so much to catch up.."

No more words were spoken after this, when you felt his warm lips upon yours. Leons kisses were always special. They melt you in mere seconds and you felt his pure love from the way he was holding and kissing you.

He had no trouble to pick you up while he doesn't broke the kiss while he slowly made his way towards your shared bedroom.

Within the next minute, you laid on the mattress with Leon hovering over you and kissing your neck, while one of his calloused hands fondled your left breast.

A moan escaped your lips when he found your weak spot and startet to suck and nibble on it until your skin was red and swollen from his lips and teeth. Your own hands wandered up his broad torso and tucked at his jersey, trying to get it off from him. Leon stopped for a moment and leaned back to slowly undress his jersey.

You licked your lips when you saw his abs and caressed his stomach up to his chest, before Leon bent down again and captured your lips in a passionate and needy kiss.

It always started like this. He was so gentle and shy at first, but after his desires took over his instincts, he became rougher and you felt his errection between your legs. You started to grind against his bulge until he let out a masculine growl. His sounds and touches made you so hot that you felt getting wet already.

Leon wasted no time in getting rid of your clothes and soon enough you both were just one last fabric of your underwear. His hips grinded against your clothed sex until you mewled in impatience. He just knew how to get you desperate and you had the feeling he loved being in control.. "Leon..", your voice was slightly hoarse from lust and also a little warning. Like you were about to scold him. He hums in response, licking and nibbling at your earlobe, while his finger drew circles around your clit under your panties. When his hand disappeared in them? Hell, you already forgot. "Yes?", he asked ever so innocently, kissing his way from your ear to your cheek and finally pecks your lips, because he inserted a finger into your wetness. You gasped and moaned at the feeling, it felt like an eternity since you had felt each other in that way. Your hips moved against his rhythm to get more friction but it was not enough. "Stop teasing me, love.. I need you inside of me. Now.", you spoke, almost in a low and pleading voice. How was he able to deny you that when you were so irrestistible? "You want the Champ time already? I hoped we could have a lil more foreplay after such a long time.." Leon whined, but chuckled when you gave him a soft slap on his chest. "We can do this after you fuck me hard. So.. please?" "How could I say no to that cute face?", Leon smiled and bent down to give you a long and loving kiss, before his finger retreated and you felt something big entering you..

The following hours were filled with cries and moans of each other names and you were pretty sore the next days (but not too sore to repeat this night the following days.)

[aratakiis]

Ok random horny for Leon moment, but could I request some headcanons or something for Leon’s major erogenous zone being his hair? Like his hair is gorgeous, but he only allows his S/O to take care of/cut it because the minute any hands get near it he just gets rock hard and horny af lmao. Idk why this has been a thought that has consumed me for a considerable amount of time but I can’t stop! 🙈🙈🙈

you goddamn genus, anon.. (also sorry this took literal fucking ages to write i am sO SORRY)

-kind of nsfw, minors dni pls :(

"mm.. keep touching me.. there."

you ran your hands through his hair again, kissing his temple. you heard leon softly moan.

"yeaahhh.. just like that."

he let you play with his hair and run your hands through it some more, leon getting more aroused each time he feels you stroking his soft locks.

"oh.. mm.."

he tilted his head a little, taking in a deep breath. your hands left his hair and make their way to his shirt, lifting it off of him and pressing kisses onto his chiseled body.

he felt you wrap your hands around his neck, kissing the corner of his lips, his cheek, the bridge of his nose. he moaned quietly with each kiss.

"..hair.." he grunted, brows knitting.

you entangled your hands through his hair again, kissing his forehead.

"yes.." you heard him sigh.

you pushed him up against the pillows of your bed, his body leaned on the headboard. you kissed him on the lips now, his hand reaching for your cheek. he grasped it and moaned.

"it feels so good whenever you play with my hair, love." he whispered on your lips.

"then ill keep doing it." you smiled, kissing him back.

the whole ordeal was intimate, sensual, it was a way of expressing your love for him. he let you touch his most sensitive area, you let him touch your most sensitive spots. by now, the majority of those sensitive areas of yours were covered in dark hickies from nights before where you had done the same thing you were doing now, playing with his hair.

"come. closer."

he wrapped his arms around your neck, drawing you in. you felt his lips on your neck, sucking and biting gently, just the way you liked. he made sure to remember.

every night ends the same when you play with his hair. covered in new, dark marks and nude underneath him. he can't help himself.

[champion-prism]

hi, i love your fics so much! could you maybe write one where leon's head lays between the reader's thighs and the reader plays with his hair gently after a long day? IDK IF THIS MAKES SENSE BUT YEAH-

Sometimes, his friends drain him.

He loves them, yeah, and he doesn't have enough people close to him to be overwhelmed, but sometimes, they drain him.

Sometimes, Leon doesn't know half of what Sonia's talking about, doesn't have the energy to try to listen, his head full of upcoming matches and his team and the new moves he has to teach them, plus the guilt of not even trying to listen to her.

Sometimes, Leon taps into the last of his energy to respond with enthusiasm to another one of Raihan's heated challenges, even when trash talking each other seems so futile after all this time.

He calls home real quick on his way home from the stadium, just to check in. Hop picks up and Leon puts on his best big brother voice and dives into his usual encouraging drivel, heart full of affection for his little brother but his mind tired, so tired.

You're reading on the couch when he gets back home, wearing soft snowflake patterned shorts and a matching loose sweater, looking up and smiling at him- that smile you give him when you're content, when you're comfortable and occupied and at peace for a few moments.

He kicks his shoes off and settles on the couch, resting his head on your thighs with his arms wrapped around your soft bare legs, thumb running circles on your skin. One of your hands comes down to push his cap off and fiddle with his hair, giving it a light cheeky tug here and there.

You're content.

You say nothing, letting him press kisses on your legs, playing with his hair.

He's content.

[missusk]

🌹!!!

For Danni, here is a snippet from a holiday-themed LeonxReader fic!! (a snippet bc that's more fun than a single sentence oops)

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You climb into the van next, stooping awkwardly as you fumble your way to the back. You sit next to the window, only for Leon to turn to you when the seatbelt snags.

“Oh, that seatbelt’s broken,” he informs you. He pats the spot beside him. “You can sit here though.”

Sit… where? There? Next to him? Right beside his thighs? And arms? And body?

“You sure?” you squeak.

“Sure I’m sure,” Leon says with a smile. If you didn’t know any better, that smile seemed strangely eager…

[light679]

Leon reading:

-Leon is a secret bookworm. He keeps most of his books back at home in Postwick, but he keeps a few of his favorites with him. He mostly reads nonfiction, always trying to better himself, but he’s also a sucker for a good Pokemon adventure story. He’s constantly sending new books home to Postwick that he finds on his adventures.

-He likes to sit near the window as he reads, usually pulling up a chair or bench. He’ll sit with at least one leg bent to prop the book up on. He’ll put his purple hair up in a ponytail or bun to keep it out of his face so he can concentrate. Leon also has a pair of glasses just for reading. Only you and Hop have seen them.

-Leon prefers to have a hot beverage while he reads, usually tea, but hot chocolate or applin cider is a good runner up. Coffee has too much caffiene for the already hyper man, which would make it hard for him to focus on his reading if he drank it. Most of the time he gets too engrossed in the book and forgets to drink it, but he always makes it anyway.

-When he focuses on a tougher passage or something he doesn’t understand, he’ll get a little crease between his brows as he furrows them. He’ll sometimes ask you for help, having you read over the passage and giving your input.

-He absolutely loves it any time you kiss his head or play with his hair when he reads. Leon loves it even more when you read together, he’ll pull your legs over his lap, propping his book up on them and occasionally giving you footrubs as he does.

[timelock97]

Game Changer

Epilogue: What Time Will Do

Word Count: 5283

Warnings: Language, ADULT CONTENT (18+) [will be tagged]

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“How does it feel?” Leon whispers in my ear as he squeezes my hip over my dress. “Finally being my wife.”

I hum as we sway to the song playing for our first slow dance as a couple, one hand resting in his while one of his hands rests on my waist and mine rests on his chest. “I think it feels pretty damn good, but now you’re actually stuck with me, so no take backsies.”

He laughs at that, spinning me out and away from him before pulling me back into his chest again. He sighs, leaning forward to tease a kiss on my lips, whispering against them. “Oh darling, I would never do that.”

I smile, leaning in to seal our lips together for what feels like the millionth time tonight.

When we pull away, he lets out a soft sigh. “I think tonight has gone exceptionally well.”

“Indeed-”

“Who would have thought we could get everyone out here in Galar, it didn’t rain like the forecast predicted, they were able to clear and clean the field for today, and we have not had any unexpected guests.”

“Are you sure? I think there are a couple people from Team Yell that showed up-”

“Love-”

“You know they did-”

Leon laughs softly, “They aren’t ruining anything.”

I shake my head and brush my nose against his, “And it looks like Caroline and Raihan will keep the region from falling apart while we are gone for two weeks on a honeymoon.”

“Say goodbye to paperwork, meetings, and patients and alola to, well, the Alola region.”

I pull back, smirking, “I still want to know how close Alola is to Hawaii-”

“Can’t you just enjoy our trip-”

“My curiosity is piqued!”

Leon laughs again, spinning me out before dipping me as the song comes to an end. He brings us both back up into a kiss and mutters a soft “I love you,” into my ear.

The two of us then take turns with our own parents, me with my dad and him with his mom.

My dad sighs as we sway side to side, “Can’t believe you’re married now.”

“Soon you will be having to worry about grandbabies-”

“Please don’t, I still have a kid to get through highschool.”

I let out a laugh as we sway, after a minute I ask, “Are you happy, like with everything?”

“I wish you were closer to home, but I know you enjoy living out here, and I also don’t blame you.” My dad’s eyes drift about the area, eyes darting past the tented room. “But I think you and Leon will end up having Aiden come and spend the summer with you from how he has been talking to Hop.” We turn and look at the two, Aiden has a Goomy perched on his shoulder while Hop lifts his Rotom to show him his latest battle strategy.

“I knew they would be good friends, but what will you do if he decides he wants to move out here?” I tease, thinking about how I had been trying to convince my own parents to move out here after retiring.

“We will figure it out,” he mutters, chuckling. We sway for a few more minutes, my dad pulling me into a hug as the song finally comes to a close.

Leon reaches for me, his hair swaying side to side against his back. It had grown about five inches below his shoulders, just enough to style. We both grab a glass to call a toast. “We would like to thank everyone here for coming, for celebrating this wonderful day with us.”

“It has been a crazy year, and with that, we could not ask for a better day to spend with all of you here.”

“So, a toast to great friends, amazing family, and a future full of promises.” Leon calls out, making everyone cheer and clink glasses with one another.

“Now! Let’s all enjoy ourselves!” I call out, the music changing to a more upbeat song and I reach forward to grab my brother from the crowd, who grabs Marnie, who grabs Piers and so forth. The small dance floor is filled with people Leon and I could not live without, dancing and laughing together in one place.

Raihan manages to drag me to the side to hug me separately, and give me a few notes about places to go in Alola, only for us to be dragged back again. Leon managing to keep me within arms reach the whole evening, the world melting away.

As the night draws to a close, a couple of last minute pictures are taken before everyone starts making their way to Wedgehurst, or at least those who hadn’t left already. However, Leon and I instead walk back to his childhood home, finding Aiden and Hop sleeping peacefully on the couch.

Leon takes my hand and leads me upstairs to his room, giving us a little bit more privacy before we take a taxi to the airport to take a private flight to Alola overnight. He pulls me close to him, cupping my face and kissing me deeply as his other hand rests on my hip holding me there.

“Leon,” I whisper against his lips. He hums in response before leaning down to kiss me again. “Lee, baby,” I try again, eyes not wanting to open.

“Yeah, love?”

“We need to change so we can head to the airport.” I whisper, hands resting against his dress shirt, holding onto his slightly untied tie.

He hums, nodding before kissing the top of my head. “I can, I can unzip your dress, darling.” He whispers, but before I can turn around he stops me. “But first, before I do, I just want to tell you how beautiful you look. Arceus, (Y/N), you look so fucking beautiful and I can’t even fathom how lucky I got to say that you’re mine for the rest of our days.”

I lean up and capture his lips again, wrapping my arms around him and tangling my fingers into his hair that had fallen out of the french braid. We kiss for what seems like forever, but eventually we have to pull away. I press a few kisses against his cheeks and neck sleepily as I feel his hands slide down my back and unzip the fabric. He dips his head until his lips meet my jaw, running his teeth and eventually trailing gentle kisses there as his fingers brushing against my bare skin as he gently pulls the dress to help me out of it. I place a hand over my chest, keeping the fabric from falling too far. “Leo…” I mutter, making him sigh.

“I know, wait until we are out of town.” He chuckles as he takes a step back. He cups my cheeks before kissing my lips softly before he lets go to shrug off his jacket to hang up.

I turn around and shift out of the dress, the white gown pooling at my feet. I step out of it and unclip my bra, swapping it out for a more comfortable one and grab one of Leon’s tee-shirts to pull over my head. After I pull on a pair of sports leggings and fluffy socks, I turn and look at Leon. What I find makes me laugh, “Need help, hot shot?”

Leon is laying on his back in bed in only his boxers. He groans softly, muttering out an “I’m tired.”

I giggle as I walk over, moving the pile of clothes so that they are on top of him.

He groans loudly again before covering his face with his arm. “Why did we decide to fly out tonight?”

“Because we could sleep on the plane and have the day in Alola to explore. Of course that will be after we get settled in our house on the water.”

He hums at the thought before finally sitting up, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand. I shake out his shirt, handing it to him before taking the discarded dress clothes and hang it up beside my dress. It only takes another five minutes for him to be ready, our bags already waiting downstairs for us.

I take his hand and lead him, quick to say goodbye to Hop and Aiden who only mutter quiet goodbyes in their sleepy states before Leon and I are out the door and walk to the taxi that was already waiting for us.

Neither of us expect the other to fall asleep in the cab, but a soft knock on the window causes me to jump, which scares Leon, his arm tightening around me protectively.

“Sorry you two, but I need to get home to the wife and you two need to go on that honeymoon.” The taxi driver smiles, opening the door a little wider.

Leon gives him a small, tired smile before standing, dragging me behind him. Steven and Felicia smile at Leon and I when we walk over and offer to take our bags. They each give us a hug before ushering us inside the private plane.

Leon and I settle in our seats, which is more of a couch than anything else. His arm finds its home around my shoulder and if it weren’t for the fact that I had to stay upright until we took off I would have just curled up in Leon’s lap.

The pilot tells us we will be on our way soon, my head lulls onto Leon’s shoulder and I sigh into his ear.

“Soon,” he whispers, the plane jolting as we begin backing up to take off. My mind gets fuzzy, in between needing to fall asleep and trying desperately to stay awake for a little bit longer.

When the plane finally levels out in the air, Leon doesn’t hesitate to move seats, making me whine before he just scoops me up and moves me with him. He settles into a group of seats that he can strategically recline but still puts his feet up on the seats in front of him while kind of cradling me so that I was mostly on top of him, keeping me close as possible. It’s only a matter of him settling completely with a soft, “I love you, baby,” before I fall asleep completely curled up on top of him and wedged against the wall.

~

“Alola!” A small group calls as we exit the plane hours late, comfey floating nearby “Welcome to Melemele. We are so happy to see you have arrived in one piece and hope that you enjoy your stay!” They place lei around our necks and before we can get much further, I see someone holding a sign with my and Leon’s name on it.

He smiles widely as we make our way over, tucking the paper under his arm. “Let me take you to your home away from home.” He motions us to a cart where two Tauros are at the front. We clamber on and settle as he starts to drive along. People smile and wave as we head up the main street, turning off onto another path that takes us along the ocean, breeze blowing our hair around us as we see the house down the hill.

The house is gorgeous. Nestled on the most quiet part of the island where the water is quiet and the Pokemon are still wild. It’s our little slice of paradise for the next two weeks. We have to walk down a long dock to get to the large bungalow. All the windows could be opened for easy access to the deck and the floor was nothing but tile. It was the perfect beachy feel with both wick furniture, ocean smoothed decorations, and soft painted walls on top of the gorgeous views from every angle. Leon and I were in love with it from the moment we laid eyes on it. Once our guide walked back down the dock, Lee did not hesitate to scoop me up and carry me back to the door, bumping it with his hip before walking inside the home.

“We literally have been here less than a two minutes and you have to carry me in-”

“You are supposed to carry the bride over the threshold!” He laughs before pulling me into his arms to kiss my lips softly

I hum into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck as we stand there in the doorway. After a minute we pull away and I sigh, “Leo, I need to go hop in the shower.” I look up and bat my eyes at him. “Would you want to join me?”

Leon’s cheeks flush a soft shade of red and he rubs the back of his neck. “You go on ahead, I am going to explore the house and unpack our things-”

“Don’t unpack everything, I have things that I wanted to surprise you with-”

“Or how about I go into town and do a little shopping then we can make dinner- lunch? I actually don’t know what time it is.”

I sigh softly, quietly slipping off my shoes and setting them by the door. “You do you, love.” I call over my shoulder as I walk inside, finding the master bedroom with ease, the bed set against the back wall and the door to the bathroom with a large shower with multiple shower heads nestled into the back. Oh this trip would be one to remember.

~ADULT CONTENT AHEAD~

Slowly, the first week slipped by. Leon and I spend time by the water, snorkeling, swimming, and just watching the sun rise and fall. At some point the two of us hike up a side trail into the trees, taking notice of the Pokemon that come and watch us at the edge of the trees. It makes my heart warm, spending quality time with Leon as my partner for the rest of my life, to grow up and grow old with. I couldn’t be happier watching him in the early morning after we had woken up and see him interacting with the small, wild water Pokemon that came poking into our bathroom where a large tub had been placed by out in the open. They take too him like water, jumping into the bath and playing with him. I happily take pictures and send them to Raihan as a “We are doing great!” But there was something missing from our perfect honeymoon.

“I’m going to go get changed out of my suit, okay?” I call over my shoulder as I walk away from Leon who is toweling off his hair from our day spent swimming in the ocean.

He pulls the towel away from his head and lets it rest around his shoulders. Leon smiles and nods, “Sure, baby. I am going to pull the leftovers out of the fridge and reheat them. Maybe throw in a movie while we eat before we shower off?” His voice is sweet, and after spending all day with him out in the sun with his abs on full display, I can’t help but feel a little more hot and bothered under the Alolan rays.

I nod as I walk in, feet leaving wet footprints on the tile as I move from the back deck and inside to our room. I wait and watch Leon enter the house at the opposite end of the deck, smiling to myself at the fact that he would be in for a surprise soon. I bite my lip at the memory of Leon’s hands on me on our wedding night, and the fact that I had told him to wait. Now finally being on our honeymoon I thought we would revisit the feelings of that night, but no luck. We had spent so much time together but at the end of the day we hadn’t done it. Which we had been waiting to do while we were away so we could solely focus on us, and of course we had with everything we had been doing. If I was at all honest, I just didn’t know how to bring it up at this point.

I walk over to the dresser and rifle through the bottom drawer and pull out a set of lingerie that I had bought specifically for the occasion. The white, lacy number had soft decals around the breasts, double strapped in an interket pattern paired with a white cotton thong with lace decal and straps that attach to matching garters. Once on I look at my reflection, fluffing my hair and eventually tossing on one of Leon’s shirts which easily hid everything but the bottoms of the large garters. I smile at myself in the mirror before skipping down the hallway.

I find Leon in the kitchen, humming to himself while our favorite movie plays on the television screen, the title music looping from being on too long. I bite my lip as I take him in, Leon’s hair is pulled up into a ponytail and his shorts are dangerously low on his hips, skin tanned under the Alolan sun. I waltz up behind him and wrap my arms around his torso, making him hum happily as he taps away on his phone. I press a few soft kisses into his back and allow my hands to move on their own, one sliding up his front to his pec while the other falls south, nails scraping against his skin just gently enough. I bite my lip when I hear his breath hitch, thinking that maybe something would happen when the microwave beeps, making us jump in surprise.

Leon chuckles and detangles himself from my grasp moving over to grab dishes from the cabinet. “Uh,” his voice is nervous and his cheeks are slightly pink, “Why don’t you grab our drinks and start the movie and I’ll get the food, yeah?”

I hum, moving past him to grab a beer and a wine cooler from the fridge, wiggling my bottom at him as I do before looking over at him. I get the last glimpse of his eyes falling back to my face and putting on a nervous smile. “Sure thing, Leo.” I purr, walking past him and back into the living room. I settle on the couch and toss a blanket over my lap, smiling over at him as he comes back over, plopping down beside me and handing me my plate as I start the movie. Now I just have to pace this correctly.

Once we finished eating I cuddle into Leon’s side, his arm resting around my back and keeping me pressed against his side as he made comments about the movie. After a bit, the hunger for him had started growing, and I finally decided to just deal with it.

I whine in annoyance, catching his attention easily as I shift so that I wasn’t nestled in his side, stretching out my back. “Not comfy,” I whisper, making him laugh.

“Probably tight from swimming all day, I can rub your back if you want?” He looks at me with sweet eyes. I watch as they go wide as I move to straddle his lap, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck and pressing feather-like kisses there. He sighs underneath me, hands moving to rub softly into my back, “Did you just want to cuddle closer, (Y/N)?”

“I always want to be as close as possible,” I tease, lazily kissing his jaw. I hear him sigh again, hands moving to trace my calves and run up and down my clothed back. I slowly start to nibble on his neck, sucking and nipping gently on his skin as his hands tighten on my waist.

Leon’s breath hitches before he lets out a soft chuckle, “You, uh, you wanting some attention, love?”

I hum, moving away from his neck to take a look at the new marks on his neck. I can see his eyes are darker, half lidded in contentment. His hand cups my face as I lean down to capture his lips in mine. Finally. I slide my hands around his neck and leave one there before tugging his hair out of its ponytail, tangling my other hand inside as one of his hands slide behind my head to angle my head better. We kiss lazily for a long time, and I finally decide to move our little make out session a step further. Slowly I move away from him to take a breath, kissing his lips a little more forcefully as I grind my core over his center.

Leon pulls away with a pop, his eyes falling to where our centers were meeting. He looks back at me as he smiles slyly “You sly little thing, this is what you wanted? Why not just tell me?”

“I figured,” I pause as a wave of pleasure runs up my spine. “I figured showing you was better.” I whisper, his hands sliding to cup under my thighs and moving me softly. I tug at his hair and bring his mouth back to mine as his hands slide up and cup my ass, and I can feel a smirk playing on his lips as his hands slide against the garters.

He pulls away gently, looking at me with a devilish smile, “Darling, what do you have on?”

I smile and run my nails down his chest. I lean forward and let my lips linger by his ear, speaking softly, “Why don’t you find out?”

I feel his hands squeeze my ass, making me moan in surprise before his hands move to grip my shirt and tug it up until he has it almost over my head. I hear how he groans and I pull the rest of the shirt off before tossing it somewhere. His eyes linger, tracing the details as he starts brushing his fingers against the fabric. He pulls me forward, a gasp leaving my mouth before it turns into a moan, his lips mouthing at the skin of my neck before dipping down and on top of my chest. I tangle my hands into his hair again, tugging as I start to grind again against him.

He moans softly, and that prompts me to detangle my hands and go to unhook my bra, but he stops me. “I, I want to do it,” he mutters, hands sliding around to attempt to unhook the clasps. The longer he takes the harder he bites down on my collar bone. I whimper, moving to unhook it quickly as he runs his tongue over the new mark. His hands are squeezing and helping me grind down on him, and I can definitely tell that he is hard underneath me. Leon dips his head down and sucks a nipple into his mouth as one hand leaves my ass and falls to the opposite breast. I throw my head back and moan, making him groan against my skin as he moves to bring my mouth back to his.

“Leon,” I whisper, listening to him groan softly. “As much as I would love to stay here and-”

“I’d rather plow you into the mattress.” He states, making me groan as he lifts me up, standing and kissing me deeply as he walks back to our bedroom. I tug at his hair gently, keeping him as close as possible. I feel him pause, and I feel him place a knee on the bed. Leon is crawling on the bed while I am koalaed to his front, the same way he pulls me into bed on nights he is gone too long, or like the first time I had come home to him in Galar.

He lays me down so that I am laying in the middle of the bed, head resting on the pillows. Leon changes his pace, suddenly trailing kisses down my body, he takes his time on my chest, making me moan and sigh contently. As he gets lower, I look down at him, watching as his amber eyes look back at me, a small smile forming on his lips. “Darling, I know I said I wanted to plow you into this mattress, but I think I want to do something else with you, if you would let me.”

“Whatever you want,” I whisper, blushing as he kisses my hip softly. He wiggles down further until he is settled between my legs, and before I can ask, he kisses the wet patch on my panties, making me shudder and whimper out.

He hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties, looking at me with soft eyes. “Can I take these off, baby?” I nod, but he waits, “Need to hear you, love.”

“Yes, baby.”

He hums, a soft “Good girl,” falling past his lips as he attempts to get my panties off. He attempts to get them and the attached garters of with one tug, but the popping of seams makes him pause and look at them in confusion.

I giggle, sitting up just enough to unclasp everything and point out what needed to come off.

Leon chuckles, “Why was that so complicated?” He settles between my legs, pushing me down in the process.

“Believe me, putting it on the first time was a pain in the-” A gasp falls past my mouth as Leon licks a stripe up my core, causing my hand to fly to his hair.

I feel him chuckle into my center, testing the waters on what I like and don’t like, what gets the most noises out of me. I feel his mouth suck around my clit as his fingers pump into my core, a loud moan falling past my lips as my back arches. I hear him laugh as he pulls away from me, moving an arm over my hips to keep me down. Leon hums into me, recognizing the way I shutter. A gasp falls past my parted lips as I pant, the knot in my stomach tightening.

“Lee…” I whimper, tugging at his hair.

“Gonna cum, love?” He muses, rolling his tongue around my clit, “Cum for me.”

I gasp again as my body shudders, mind falling blank at the way Leon is playing my body. I whimper as he continues to pump his fingers into me, moving his face against my thigh as I whimper. I mewl as he adds a second and third finger into my core, pumping relentlessly as he leaves hickies all over my thighs.

“I,” I whimper, turning my head into the pillow and biting the fabric as I try to close my legs around his hand. “I never usually, never usually try and-”

“Oh, so my pretty girl has never done anything like this? Does she like my fingers pumping in and out of her?” Leon coos, nipping at my stomach in between the question, causing me to clench around his fingers. It doesn’t take long before I am cumming again, and Leon places his mouth over my core again to lap it up.

I feel Leon move above me, lips soft as he kisses my skin. My eyes flutter open and I give a lazy smile to him as he comes level with me. “How are you feeling, love?” He kisses my cheek before kissing my lips softly.

“Like putty,” I giggle, moving to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. It’s softer than how we had been on the couch. He lazily peppers my face in kisses, body still spasming gently as I come down from my high.

He presses a kiss to my temple, moving so his lips brush against my ear as he bucks his hips into me. I moan softly as I hear him chuckle, “You okay for one more round?” I open my mouth to respond but he continues to buck against my center, making me whimper and moan.

“Lee, I-”

“Use your words, baby, what do you want?”

I gasp again, tangling my hands into his hair as I tug his face back so that I can look at him. He smiles as he brushes his nose against mine. “You, I want you, Leon,” I whisper, using my feet to carefully push his swim trunks down as far as I can get them.

He kisses me softly, moving to reach to the side and grab something off the side table. He tears the wrapper of the condom before sitting up on his knees to push his shorts down and slip the condom on. He leans down and kisses me again, muttering a soft “Ready?” against my lips.

I nod, and thankfully he doesn’t wait any longer before sliding into me. We moan in unison, his head falling into the crook of my neck. He starts to pump in and out, keeping his pace slow unlike the last two times. He moves to bring one of my legs up for a better angle, making me moan loudly underneath him. He keeps the same pace, the knot in my stomach growing again already.

“You close, love, I don’t think I will last very long.” Leon groans, gasping as he pumps into her.

“Not to far behind you-” I whimper,

He sighs, lifting his head to meet my gaze. “You feel so good around me,” he whispers.

The two of us moan in unison as we hit our highs, my head lulling back as he rests his head against my chest. We lay like that for what feels like an hour, the two of us slowly catching our breaths. Eventually he pulls out of me with a groan and I wince at how over sensitive I am.

Leon rolls to the side sighing at the cool sheets.

“Okay,” I manage to whisper, “Have you been spying on me masterbating or some shit, that was way too good.”

Leon looks at me and smiles, “I know you, I think I should know how to make my wife feel like she’s on cloud nine.” He chuckles before pulling me into his side. His hand tangles into my hair as he rubs my head, my hand falling across his chest. “Holy shit.”

I immediately laugh, “That good?”

He shakes his head before kissing my forehead. “Better than what I imagined.”

I hum, kissing his chest before speaking, “Guess I will need to return the favor at one point-”

“I mean, you don’t have to…” He smiles softly, cheeks tinted pink.

I move to sit up a little, almost falling in the process at the fact that my legs still felt like jelly. I giggle as he holds me up, leaning down to kiss his lips softly, “I’ll get you when you least expect it.” After a few minutes lazily making out and cuddling, my ears pick up on the movie still playing in the living room.

“I think the heros are storming the castle-”

“Oh my God, Leon,” I giggle, laughing into his side. I sigh after a minute before shifting away from him.

“Where you going-”

“I have to pee, no need to get an infection.”

“Oh,” Leon chuckles, sitting up as I slowly slide out of bed, “Uh, I’ll go turn the movie off, then we can cuddle more?”

“Or you can leave it playing until the television turns off-”

“The television doesn’t turn off here on its own-”

“Then fuck the movie, stay there, I will be back!” I yell making Leon laugh loudly as I disappear, my heart happy and my body glowing. Oh, if this is the rest of my life I could die happy.

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A/N: WE ARE AT THE END! I hope you all enjoyed! ~CG

Masterlist

[salandition]

Underneath the Christmas Tree

...It’s a plant. Mistletoe, specifically, wrapped together with a red silk bow. You brought it with you to the party so that you could watch Leon squirm.

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Christmas was arguably the cheesiest time of year, and personally, you weren't the biggest fan. Tradition is tradition, sure, but you just preferred not to take part in it. You’ll see your loved ones, exchange gifts, but the tacky tales about stockings over the fire and mistletoe strung up overhead never really intrigued you. 

Leon was unsurprisingly the opposite. The man loved everything about the holiday and was enthusiastic about all the traditions. All traditions, that is, minus one- mistletoe.

You had been helping him decorate his place; putting up colorful lights on the walls and bells on his doors, even helping him chop down and lug in his Christmas tree earlier in the day. Though Leon instructed you specifically to not decorate the tree yet. He wanted to wait until Hop was around during the upcoming party to do that. 

As you decorated, though, you noticed one thing missing. 

“Don’t you have mistletoe?” You ask him as you sort through his boxes of decorations. When you look up, a few more strings of lights in your hands, you notice how Leon has frozen up in his doorway. His eyes were wide like a Sawsbuck in headlights. 

“Mistletoe?” Leon coughs when he notices you’re looking at him strangely, kicking himself into gear as he laughs and scratches the back of his head. “Nah, mate, why would I need one of those?” 

“Well, I just thought,” you shrug and look around his apartment. “You have basically everything else. You’re not planning to get some kissing action this year?” You tease him as you raise an eyebrow, but decide to drop the subject as you go back to rummaging through his boxes. 

Apparently, Leon doesn't realize that you honestly don't care if he doesn't own mistletoe because he scrambles. “No! I mean, I’d be fine with it, but it’s just me here. Well, us. Right now. It’s just us, so it would be weird if there were some if it was just- destined to..." He trails off and looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed. "Right?”

Your face scrunches up as you look at him from over your shoulder. What was he even going on about? 

“Plus, Hop. You know, Hop is an awkward kid. Big ol’ crush on the, uh- the Champion. I don’t want to make it awkward when they’re both here.” 

“Right,” you drawl out, disbelief heavy in your tone. Leon’s shoulders jump up and his face is endearingly red as he shuffles his festive sock-clad feet on the carpet. 

“What! Why are you so curious?” 

“Leon.” Standing up from the box, you place your hands on your hips and give him a look. This seems to shut him up as he closes his mouth, lips sealed tightly and eyebrows still furrowed in either embarrassment or frustration. You amusedly huff through your nose as you stare- cogs are turning in your brain, trying to think if what you’re about to do is a good decision or not- but maybe you can blame it on the season if it goes wrong. 

Taking long, confident strides forward, you stand in front of Leon and cup his jaw in one hand as you lean in and give him a brief, sweet kiss on the lips. 

When you pull away, Leon’s golden eyes are staring holes into your head, eyebrows high up on his forehead. You almost laugh at how red his cheeks are, too- he certainly is making good competition for Santa Claus at this point. “Wh-” he splutters. “What was that?” 

“Usually you close your eyes when someone kisses you,” you amusedly curl your lips as you lean away. “You were acting so weird about it. Figured I’d kiss you anyway and see what happens.” Your eyes run up and down his body and you teasingly hum as you place a hand on your chin and contemplate. “I get it. You don’t want everyone to see the Great Leon so flustered like this, right? It’ll be our secret, then.” 

Leon’s expression slowly shifts as he continues to stare at you- shifting from utter disbelief to skepticism, but slowly, he nods and squints his eyes at you. “Right.” He says. “Okay.” His eyes dart around the room, back to you, and then back around the room again before he clears his throat. “Yeah, our secret.” 

You laugh when he turns on his heel and then runs into his own wall before heading into the kitchen. The fridge opens loudly, bottles scattering from the fridge door and he curses when something falls. You watch him all the while before you ultimately decide that you might sneak a mistletoe into his party. 

Cheesy as the tradition is, you’d love to see him fluster like that again. 

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[salandition]

Hi!!! I love your writing sm! I’d love to request a Leon x Male S/O writing (or gender neutral as I understand that to be the default)! Basically Leon just being super snuggly and begging his S/O to play with his hair because he not so secretly has a thing for his hair being touched lol. I know this might be a littl oddly specific so if you pass on this I understand. I love you work and will continue to support you either way!! 💕

A/N: (I have commissions) (I have several other requests that came much earlier than this one) (I IMMEDIATELY zoom to write it for a chance to be gay) THANK YOU for being my first male reader ask. You’re a real one!!!!!! I don’t even CARE that this could be GN 👏👏👏 I don’t care I’m so excited

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He’s been poking and prodding your side for- mm- probably five minutes now. It’s a new record.

“Leon,” you finally lift your head from your book, blinking slowly as you look over to your boyfriend with a smile. “I won’t know what you want unless you use your words.”

He counteracts that with a huff and a raised brow- as if you just challenged him. But he begrudgingly shoves his childness to the side, instead sitting up from where he was sprawled out across your legs and leaning against your side. His long, tangled violet locks scatter across his face and shoulders and he eyes you with big, golden irises. “So,” Leon starts and you snort. “I have an issue.”

“What’s your issue?”

“My hair.”

You hum, exhaling deeply. “What about it?”

“I need my boyfriend to play with it,” and finally, he whines, leaning more weight against you as he shoves himself in front of your book. Once again he falls ungracefully in your lap, looking up at you with a beaming grin. “Please?”

You break your facade with a laugh, setting your book down beside you on the couch so both your hands are free to run through his tangles. “Can’t do this yourself?” You ask, already coming across a thick knot.

“It’s different,”

“Yeah?” You focus on untangling his knots first before you do what he really wants- rubbing his scalp, digging your nails in just a bit as you play with his hair. “Is it my special boyfriend ability?”

“So you know!” Leon exclaims and you laugh again. As you work, Leon shuffles to get more comfortable in his place. Eventually he ends up with his arms wrapped around your leg, cheek pressed against your thigh with your other leg hooked over him across his back. It’s a funny sight, but Leon assures you that there’s no place that he’d rather be.

As he begins to pleasantly hum before picking up the book you discarded, reading the pages aloud for you as you busy your fingers in his violet strands- you feel the same. No place is better than right here.

[champion-leon-imagines]

How about this: Leon has a nightmare of Eternatus killing his wife and Hop but he is woken up by her (his wife). Leon is crying, scared, lost and saddened because he thinks he couldn't protect either of them or his region. Things turn smutty when she comforts him, loves on him, making love to him and reassuring him. Comfort sex is the best and don't be afraid to write this as gentle and as loving (not rough) as you can, I feel like this is lacking in the Leon community and is so in-character for him. Please and thank you <3

Warning: NSFW-ish~ Warnings: The dream is maybe a lil bit graphic.. A/N: A friendly reminder, since I really hate my writings lately, english is NOT my first language. So please bare with my grammar *bows* Also a second side note, if nobody noticed yet: I REALLY SUCK AT WRITING SMUT. I LOVE IT OKAY BUT I HATE TO WRITE IT XD

It was around 2:00 am and Murkrows slowly made their way outside when they landed on top of a big and luxurious house. They settled in in their nest and cleaned their feathers with their bill. Suddenly a loud groan echoed through the open window and startled the Murkrows to fly away. Leon turned in his sleep uncomfortably, sweat dropped from his forehead and he had tears in his eyes.

Ever since he battled Eternatus he had recurring nightmares about this nightmare Pokemon. Of it destroying his hometown, killing his friends and Pokemon, but this nightmare hit different. The persons, he sees dying in this nightmare, were his family. To be more specific, he first saw Hop go up in flames . His screams and cries made Leon unable to move or react in his dream. All he could do was stretch out his arm, a helplessly try to reach for his brother before he disappeared in dust.

After this Eternatus rushed from his position in the air and opened its mouth to devour you, Leons beloved wife. "No!! Please!! Kill me instead, but please leave her alone!", Leon screamed in his dream, his tears falling when he had to see half of your body torn apart and eaten by this monster. "Y/N!!!!!!"

"Leon, it's fine. Please wake up, darling. I'm here.", your worried voice calmed his senses and a light and gentle tug at his shoulders made him open his eyes. His eyes were wide and teary, his mouth was dry from him shouting and groaning for hours in his sleep. His whole body shook from this nightmare and he looked down at his hands, seeing them still shaking. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to wake you up, sweetheart..", he mumbled apologetically and you hugged him tightly, because you knew too well what kind of nightmares haunted him lately. "It's fine. Really. It was.. an Eternatus related dream again, wasn't it?" you whispered, caressing his back soothingly to make his racing heart calm down and let his sobs soak in. All he could do was nod, since he didn't trusted his voice right now. For you, Leon always wanted to show you his strength. He wanted to be your 'tower of strength', someone you can rely on. Seeing him so vulnerable made you sad and you knew it pained him to show you his weakened side.

"You don't have to tell me, what happened. Buf if you need to talk about it, I'll-" "I saw Hop and you.. dying."

Your sentence stopped.

"I saw you dying in a grotesque way and felt so helpless. What if Eternatus escapes and attacks us again? I don't think I am able to defend the people I love.. to defend.. you.", his words made you sad, but you understood his fear. Eternatus was dangerous, there was no doubt about this fact. But you couldn't allow it to make you live in fear.

"Leon.", you spoke up, putting his face between your hands to make him look at you. "I understand how you feel. But don't worry. Eternatus can't escape. He is safe in the laboratory. Nothing bad will happen, you hear me?"

"Do you promise me, to let me protect you until my last breath?", he asked against your lips, his strong arms circling around your waist. You smiled at him and leaned in for a sweet and loving kiss. "I promise. And I promise that nothing in this world can do us apart. Not even death. And neither can Eternatus." "I love you.. so much.", Leon mumbled against your lips, his hands already mentally absent feeling your sides up and down. You kissed his chin, your own hands caressing his naked upper torso (Leon just sleeps in boxers) until you felt his nipples harden under your touch.

"I love you too. And I'll never leave your side.", you whispered back, chuckling lightly when Leon inhaled sharply because your fingers continued to tease his sensitive nipples. "You know what happens, when you tease me like that, don't you?", Leon warned, but you just smirked at him and pinched his nipples until he let out a soft moan. "Yeah, and you are responsible for waking me up. So.. it's just fair you help me fall back asleep right?", you purred and started to lick over his sternum.

Leon chuckled too and it seems he forgot his nightmare already. He stopped you from teasing his chest and pulled you over so you were straddling him. When you felt his bulge poking your butt, your smirk widened. "Ah, it seems someone's knocking~.", you teased and kissed his neck tenderly, before giving his skin a few nips and bites.

"Well, it's rude not to let him in, isn't it?", Leon teased back and started to massage your buttocks gently with both hands. Your hand travelled down to his clothed erection and gave him a few quick pumps. Leon groaned impatiently and squeezed your butt a bit rough for your teasing.

Things got quick now, his boxershorts and your slip were both discarded and thrown away carelessly while you grinded over his long member with your wet pussy without being penetrated. You both moaned in unison, holding onto each other und kissing passionately.

His hips moved on his own and meeting your grinding thrusts until his length grazed your clit with each thrust. "So impatient, love. Are you so needy feeling my walls clench your cock~?", you whispered in your most seductive tone and Leons cheeks heated up with a nice shade of red. He should be used to it now when it comes to dirty talk, but this sweet goofball managed to get embarassed everytime you two got hot and steamy.

"You're the one to talk, sweetheart. Why is your pussy already dripping? Admit it, you want me inside of you so badly.", he spoke after he got enough confidence to take you on in this dirty talk stuff.

You chuckled and took his member in your hand, rubbing it against your slick entrance and clit to moisten it for whats come. Your moans seemed to make him harder and when he finally slid it, you only felt bliss.

Leons thrusts were always slow at first. He was loving, caring and he made sure to waste no second to kiss you all over while he was moving inside of you. You put your legs around his torso and grabbed his shoulder to press him further against you and feel him hit your most sensitive spot.

"Oh god.. Leon.. right there.. Ah.. keep going and hit this place..", you moaned repeately as Leon obliged and tried to stay in this angle for a few times.

After some more thrusts, your lips left his, what made him whimper at the loss of feeling your warm lips. You chuckled and repositioned a little, so you were now riding him. You put your hand on his chest and moved up and down, moaning his name like a chant.

Leon saw your perfect breasts bouncing and he grabbed one of them with his hand, while his other assaulted your clit with rough and fast rubs while his hips thrusted upwards. "I can't take much anymore.. I am so close..", you panted, throwing your head back and screamed his name, while waves of lust invaded your body. Your vision got white and you swore you saw some stars, when you felt Leons hot semen while he came with you.

You collapsed ontop of him and buried your sweaty face in his neck, catching your breath. Leon embraced you in a sweet and gentle hug and kissed your forehead.

"I hope that helped you to fall asleep again?", he asked with a smile. You smiled back and caressed his cheek.

"I'm afraid I need another round of this work out. The first never works.", you chimed, making Leon laugh whole-heartedly while he kissed you again.

"Alright, just give me a few minutes, love."

[aratakiis]

rain.

champion leon x gn!reader

warnings: nsfw, not proofread

words: 765

notes: leon is back!!

cold. rainy.

his favorite kind of cuddling weather.

he said it was soothing to him. "i prefer to lay with you, under the sheets while it rains. it calms the soul, wouldn't you agree, love?"

the soft beat of his heart. the rythmic pitter-patter of the rain falling, the world going silent for once.

he was right, the rain calmed the soul. well, at least at home.

here you are, desperately trying to cover yourself from the rain, running back home to where you resided and he stayed, while he usually shielded you, like a mighty prince.

puddles of water splashing as you sprinted home, water seeping into your shoes, a hood drawn over your head. the lights were blinding, the dark of the night masked by cars and streetlights, the occasional honk and gasp for breath on the side of the road as cars rudely splashed water onto you.

oh, but finally, you had made it. home. back to your little one-bedroom apartment he resided in from time to time. he must be in bed by now, the faint drumming of rain always lulls him to sleep.

you rid yourself of your rainwater soaked shoes, padding lightly towards your bedroom, quietly opening the door.

"i'm home..." you gently mumbled, searching for him in your sheets. there he was, grunting and rolling over, pulling you into his warm embrace.

"there you are, darling. you're so cold."

you nuzzled deeper into his chest, your legs entangling with his. "your clothes are wet, you know."

"yes, i know, lee."

he grew closer to you, closing any gap between you, his breath tickling your ear and neck. in a low voice, a suggestive tone, he murmured, "why don't we take them off, then?"

slowly, you felt his hands travel up your torso, sliding off your sweater and shirt. you lifted up your arms and shimmied the clothes off.

"that's a bit better. you'll be warmer here with me, i don't want you catching a cold." his voice was just as warm as his body, like he was your own personal radiator.

"leon," you whispered, "are you nude?"

he chuckled a little, his hands grabbing at your sides. "i was waiting for you to ask that."

he purred for a while, cuddling you closely, warming you up from the cold, harsh rain that previously drenched you.

"yeah..." he said with a kiss to the neck, "i am nude."

your face nuzzled into his chest, hands entangling with his soft, purple hair. his hands, however, brushed up against your intimates and thighs, eyes half lidded and cheek pressed against your pillow.

he sighed softly, brows knitting as he rubbed his shaft, stroking slowly to get himself hard. of course lee loved having your hands in his hair, every time you played with it in bed, it got him off somehow.

your touch moved to his cheek, caressing the soft skin of his pretty face, his perfectly tired look as he lazily pumped his now-hard cock. giggling, you kissed his bottom lip to wake him up a little, pulling back to see a little toothy smile on his face.

leon sighed softly, shifting his weight and bringing your leg over his, lubing his shaft and your hole with his spit.

you played with your nipples, arousing yourself more for him his face burying itself in your chest as he pulled you by the hips to his tip.

he rubbed his shaft a little more, sloppily slipping it inside of you, stretching your warm hole. leon shifted his focus to the rain, muffling your voice with a kiss and let his hips do the work for him. your hands grabbed onto his shoulders and his cupped your ass, relishing the sweet feel of your warmth and gummy walls.

leon sighed, the warmth of your body making his gut pool with arousal, his skin tingling from your touch. despite being relaxed, he was quite desperate for the high you give him, grunting softly as you pulled away from his kiss.

leon's hips ground into yours, breath growing shaky as he came to his mind-blurring high with you, cock twitching and sheathing inside of you one final time. you both said nothing, instead enjoying the atmosphere and coming down from your gentle high, ass being groped one more time as he pulled out, semen dripping onto your sheets.

both of you were too tired to say anything though, leon wrapping his arms around you and drifting off to sleep, sheets pulled on top of you as the mess you both made was left uncleaned.

[champion-prism]

Stand By Me- Chapter 1

Royal!AU, Champion Leon x Reader;

very very slight Raihan x Reader if you squint through a magnifying glass, can be read as completely platonic.

note: reader is afab, and I will likely use she/her pronouns whenever needed. however, she is still referred to as "Sir Knight" from time to time.

Word Count: 1843

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It’s early morning in Hammerlocke as you make your way to the training field, past the open castle gates. Your Dreepy floats around your head, occasionally nipping at your ear to get your attention. He’s young, less experienced than most of your team- but you’re sure that he will learn propriety and discipline just like the rest- it is your job, after all, and you rather pride yourself on your professionalism.

It’s an important job, to be a knight of Hammerlocke. Sir Raihan is a gentle young man outside of battle, but he never holds back; always keeping his knights on their toes, always expecting the best, even though he is a patient teacher. You smile when you think of him, then shake your head. You need to focus.

You love Hammerlocke Stadium in early spring mornings- the winter chill not quite gone, the air crisp as you breathe it in, your tunic and mail armour keeping you warm enough to be comfortable. You know your Dragon types won’t be happy to come out and train until the sun has warmed the field a little, so you decide to start by jogging for a while. Since Dreepy is a ghost, he really has no issues following you around as you run, more than happy to just spend time with you outdoors.

It’ll be a while before the other knights head down to train, and even so, you don’t expect a lot of people to train today. It’s one of your two days off per week, and most of the knights prefer to spend these days resting, or drinking, or taking their sweethearts to town- or all three. You try not to feel a tiny bit jealous when you think of what everyone else will be doing today- determined as you are to stick to your training schedule, to better yourself, you can’t help but feel a little as if you’re missing out on the best parts of youth.

You shake your head lightly, taking care to breathe in slowly and deeply through your nose as you run. You’re just about done with your first lap when you see a figure by the entrance of the stadium, who sees you and makes a beeline for you.

It’s Sebastian, one of the knights of your own rank. He looks flushed, and a little tired, and you recall that he was given a special duty last night- High King Rose was visiting, and Sebastian was to stand guard within his chambers all night, in addition to Aria, who stood guard outside.

“Sir Raihan wishes to see you,” Sebastian says, direct as ever. “Don’t bother with your uniform, he knows you’ve been out training and he wants to see you directly.”

Wordlessly, you return Dreepy to his pokeball. You try to make some light conversation with Sebastian, but he gives you short replies and you realize he’s probably aching to get into his bed right now. Understandable- private duty with the royals, privileged honor as it is, has a bad rep with the knights of your rank- allows for minimal personal training, requires constant vigilance, as well as occasionally reducing the knights to pandering to the royals’ needs like handmaidens. You wonder if the High King is fussy at all, but decide against prying and asking Sebastian.

Sir Raihan is in one of the private sitting rooms at the stadium, tapping a quill against blank paper when you arrive. He brightens when he sees you, and immediately relieves Sebastian.

As Sebastian closes the door beside him, Sir Raihan motions for you to sit.

“How are you?” he asks.

“Well, Sir Raihan,” you smile at him. “How are you?”

“A bit tense, to be entirely honest,” he replies, leaning back in his chair. “Are you aware that Prince Hop is of age to participate in the Pokemon tournament this year?”

You nod in affirmation, and he continues.

“Well, of late, he’s been receiving some rather thinly veiled threats, urging him to not participate. Of course, King Leon has been in a real tizzy over it, and we’ve assigned Prince Hop a guard detail to watch over him. Don’t worry-” he laughs when he sees your expression “-I’m not about to assign you to follow a child about.”

You exhale, not even bothering to hide your relief.

“But I hope the prospect of guard duty isn’t too distasteful to you- I know enough of you to know that you’ll go above and beyond to do your duty, no matter what it is, but I do want you to be happy doing it, too,” Sir Raihan regards you warmly, and you might be mistaken, but he almost looks a little wistful.

“The winner of the Pokemon tournament receives the honour of a title, as well as considerable land and a powerful estate. I don’t need to tell you how coveted it is, and how undeterred some people are, even though nobody has been able to beat King Leon in over ten years.”

“Don’t tell me you want me to participate on your behalf,” you joke, and he laughs.

“Nothing of the sort- I only want you to be cheering me on when I beat him,” he grins at you.

“I might as well cut to the chase,” Sir Raihan continues, “the High King has decided that as the reigning champion of the tournament, King Leon is not exempt from the danger of these threats, and the desperation of the sender. He wishes to have a private knight attendant assigned to King Leon, and I volunteered you for the job.”

You sit up straight, eyes wide as Sir Raihan takes in your expression, which you quickly school into a poker face.

“You’ll have to go to Wyndon,” he says softly, “and you will spend most of your waking hours with Leon, a few steps behind him at all times.”

You notice how he dropped the King’s title.

“Very well,” you say. “When am I to leave?”

“Hm? Oh, I expected you to put up just a little bit of a fight,” Sir Raihan says, and his smile is back.

“It will be an honour to serve the King,” you say, “and after all, it can’t be for longer than a season, right?”

“We don’t expect it to be,” he shakes his head. “And even if it is, I’m sure I can add some of our other knights to the rotation after a while. For now… I volunteered you for the job because I think you may be able to benefit from observing the King’s training, and his battles. I want the best for you.”

Your heart warms at this, and you give him a genuine smile as you take the liberty of reaching out and squeezing his hand. Sir Raihan is your superior, yes, but between the two of you, you have a warm and informal friendship that allows you to be candid.

“The other thing is… since it’s a matter of safety, the High King would like you to depart as soon as possible. I will personally escort you to Wyndon,” he says, “and I would advise you to start packing and saying your goodbyes, we’re to leave tomorrow.”

You nod and get up to leave, but before you’re out the door, Raihan calls out to you.

“Oh, and listen! Before you formally assume your position, King Leon would like to battle you. You’re not expected to win in the slightest… but he would like to personally see how you conduct yourself in battle.”

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You end up leaving that very same evening, saying rushed goodbyes to your contingent, asking Sebastian to write to you, and lugging a heavy and haphazardly packed suitcase. Your Pokemon are all in their Pokeballs, attached to your belt- you know Dreepy would like to float around, but you can’t risk him getting lost on the way to Wyndon, that would be disastrous.

You arrive at the castle at Wyndon at around midnight, and are greeted by servants who usher you and Sir Raihan inside. You notice a slight girl with mousy brown hair trying to pick up your suitcase, and you stop her with a smile.

“I can handle my own luggage, thank you,” you say, trying your best to put warmth into your tone.

She doesn’t protest, returning your smile.

“We are honoured to have you here, Sir Knight,” she says.

You want to reply and ask her name but you and Sir Raihan are rushed further into the castle, and subsequently led to your respective rooms. You bid a quick good night to Sir Raihan, who looks (adorably) sleepy, and finally find yourself in the privacy of your new rooms.

One of your Pokeballs rattles, and you sigh as you release Dreepy into the room. You just know you’ll regret this poor training when he’s evolved into a massive Dragapult, but… you have no excuse, he’s simply adorable.

You like the room itself- it’s not gigantic, but it’s a whole world better than knights’ chambers you share back at home; due to your high rank, you only have to share with one other person, but still. Privacy is privacy and you value it immensely.

You have a desk, a huge chest of drawers, a large gilded mirror. A comfortable single bed is up against a wall, with gorgeous looking sheets, thick covers, and a beautiful tented canopy extending over it.

Despite your hectic day and the late hour, you feel anything but sleepy.

You fiddle with one of your Pokeballs and then finally motion to Dreepy to follow you as you leave the room, heading in the direction of the door to the back garden you were only briefly able to see.

You don’t know if this is a private garden, but the door was unlocked and open, and you take the risk of going out, hoping nobody else is out and about at this late hour. You need the fresh air, you need a few moments of tranquility to clear your head from the events of the day. Only this morning you were out to train in Hammerlocke, expecting to be by Sir Raihan’s side for, oh, maybe forever, and now you were here, with a pokemon battle with the King himself scheduled for the next day.

“Would you like to battle the King?” you ask Dreepy, who sticks his tongue out at you. Still, he is polite enough to headbutt you gently, sensing that you’re not at your happiest.

“It’s an honour, you know,” you go on. “But it’s strange to be so far from home, and to be expected to battle the King, no less? Lose, and then attend him for the next six months? It’s… a bit much to process, Dreep.”

You talk in whispers to Dreepy, spatially aware of the fact that nobody is around to hear you indulge in this odd habit. You are, in fact, unaware that your voice is carrying, and a pair of golden eyes is watching you with curiosity from a window above.

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so i have half of this series written, and i figured there was no harm in starting to post it and see if you guys like it! I've never been this excited at the idea of writing a multi chap fic, feedback would really be appreciated.

[aratakiis]

Have any hc’s for what Leon does when he’s horny? Like does he get all grabby or grind against you? 😳❤️

ahehaheha request request requestrequest!!!2!3!3! (thanks anon heheheh)

horny leon hcs (under the cut ofc)

-If he gets a little "excited" in public, Leon usually shrugs it off, but sometimes he discreetly rubs on you. He squeezes your hand or grabs your thigh under the table.

-Has enough common sense to wreck your insides later, but the thought of it gets him off so easily.

-He usually gets all touchy feely at home, though. Leon burrows his face and grinds against your ass from behind you, softly moaning and kissing your neck.

-He very obviously tells you how much he loves you as he feels you with your clothes on. He does his best to arouse you so he can get what he wants.

-When he's behind you he licks and kisses your neck softly. Sometimes love bites if he's extremely aroused.

-If you tell Leon to stop he backs off a little, he's still a bit 'feely' and wants to touch you, but he realizes that you probably don't want to do it right now.

[champion-prism]

4 a.m.

Pairings: Champion Leon x Reader

Reader is referred to as having female bits, though no gender is mentioned.

Warnings: Smut, PINING

Word Count: 1.1k

This is all his fault.

Leon knows exactly how all of this started.

He remembers kissing you for the first time, guilt building in his chest as he indulges in your soft lips, full knowing that he shouldn’t, full knowing that he’s aroused, full knowing that he’s very likely to end up hurting you.

He remembers pushing the guilt aside before taking your shirt off, nuzzling against your chest and pressing his hips against yours.

He remembers-

You stir beside him, for the umpteenth time ever, and he knows he has to leave. One of your unspoken rules for whatever...thing...you have going on is that there is no sleeping over. He’s at your place, he should’ve left as soon as you were done, but you’d been so tired, instantly falling asleep wrapped up in sheets beside him. And he just...stayed there, in bed beside you, revelling in the warmth and the knowledge that you were both naked underneath the sheets.

He slips out of bed, looking around for his things as you settle in the bed alone, still asleep. Which is good, he knows it would be awkward if you woke up an hour after you two were done having sex, to find him still in your bedroom?

After all, you were the one who quietly initiated this no sleeping over thing. Those first few nights at his house, back when the two of you still hadn’t spoken about what you were, opting instead to fuck roughly on every possible surface in his apartment...after which you’d always leave. Always clean up, dress, give him a friendly kiss on the cheek, and leave.

He’s almost out the bedroom door when he hears your soft voice.

“Leon?”

You’re sitting up in bed, blinking drowsiness out of your eyes, sheets pulled up around your chest as you regard it. He sees you glance to the clock- 4 am- and glance back to him, and he’s got some sort of an excuse on his lips before you speak.

“Guess we both fell asleep before round two, huh? You think we’re getting old?”

There’s that teasing lilt to your voice, the one that gets his dick hard by pure association, and as you drop the sheets he finds himself moving close to the bed again, even though there’s a voice in his head screaming at him not to.

To not touch you. To never touch you again, if all he gets to do is touch and go. If he touches you, he needs to have you, to keep you, to make you his-

Your lips are on his again, hands running up his tight shirt. His body is on autopilot, helping you take off his clothes and throwing them aside, pushing the sheets away from your body to admire your form, hands moving to cup your breasts, reverently kissing your nipples in an almost chaste manner. You let a breathless giggle escape your lips and Arceus, he wants to devour you.

He runs his hands up and down your body as he moves to straddle you, half hard dick resting against your belly. Bending down, he kisses all over your face as your hands roam all over his chest, tweaking a nipple and making him moan.

You’re sitting up against the headboard now, pressed up against his body while you kiss his neck, careful not to bite or suck, you know you can’t leave any marks. Your shoulder and neck are exposed to him and he can’t help but want to latch on, suck dark bruises on your shoulder, your neck, your collarbones, everywhere he can, everywhere visible...but he can’t.

So he settles for sighing into your kisses, moaning softly as one of your hands finds his cock, pumping him fully hard.

“Lee,” you sigh, pushing him back. He settles himself between your legs, hands kneading the insides of your thighs, eyes trained on your face.

“Don’t tease,” you whine, and how is he supposed to tell you he’s not, he’s just taking all of you in?

Spreading you apart, he takes his cock in hand and slicks it up and down your slit, shuddering when you whimper and buck your hips. He presses in a bit, biting his lip at you immediately clench against his head, whining when he doesn’t enter you.

He has to tell you.

Not now, not while you’re sprawled out naked in front of him, his cockhead just barely pressed into your slit, your lips flushed red.

But after this, this has to be the last time, he has to tell you how he feels about you.

He pushes in a little more, just enough for you to moan and squirm, and he hears you say something about how he’s taking his sweet time, but he’s not focused on your words, just the sound of your voice.

After this, he has to tell you how he feels before you two do this again.

If you do it again.

You’re unreadable in any other state except this one, except when you’re laid out mewling and whimpering and begging.

He slams the rest of his length in, hips meeting yours with a snap as you cry out in pain and pleasure, hands immediately going to his shoulder and gripping him tight.

You’re so perfect inside, warm and tight and reactive, pulsing around him as you rock your hips in an attempt to get some friction, but you were right earlier. He is taking his sweet time, because he has to savour this.

He holds you close, moving his hips slowly against yours, licking over your lips, feeling your breasts pressed up against his chest as he fucks you.

He’s getting rougher, harder, words tumbling from his lips as wet slapping noises fill the room-

“I- ah, fuck-” he moans, incoherent thoughts threatnening to spill over. “Arceus, you’re so perfect, I l-love- fuck!- love your pussy, ahhah-”

You’re clenching around him, the bed shifting on the floor as he puts more strength into it, groaning when your pussy pulses around his cock and you rake your nails down his back, moaning his name as you cum, breathy shout of “Oh, Champion Leon!” on your lips as he rocks faster into your pussy, into the warmth and tightness as his balls throb and he finally tips over the edge, pressing himself deep inside you as he spills his seed.

You both catch your breath, locked into the same position as Leon’s arms cage you in. When you finally come down from your high, Leon’s looking into your eyes, his lips slightly parted as if he wants to say something.

But he doesn’t.

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idea credits to @leonchampionheart and @sharpie-sniffer

thank these hoes for getting me the motivation to write again i am literally SO grateful <3

[champion-prism]

Leon's lonely.

He's got his Pokemon, his roaring fans, his adoring family,,, yet where is he? Alone in a gorgeous apartment, apprehensive of even taking a walk to feel refreshed because who in Wyndon wouldn't identify that iconic purple head?

Leon's powerful, and adored, and famous, and sometimes it makes him nauseous. Measuring each and every word he speaks, being as politically careful as possible, being as sensitive as he can to the point where he's forgotten what it's like to authentically react to something. Everything is a metered response.

Maybe that's why you get him. Sad, lonely little you, too nervous to speak to anyone, too judgemental of yourself, too shy to show people the kind of person you are, to get the appreciation you deserve. Leon understands that. And he revels in his understanding.

Revels in your tiny apartment, wrapped up in ratty blankets as you do your homework, getting a kiss as reward for every question you finish. Revels in the fact that you're so quiet, so anonymous, so real and so his, completely his. He finds it so amusing when you say you're too insignificant to be dating the Champion of Galar, kisses your nose when he realises you're serious, holds you close and tells you how you've given him the escape he's wanted so badly.