25 F, She/Her! Larry, Guzma, Hassel and Leon are the way to my heart! Minors please block this account, as I mostly share #NSFW content. Asks are always open as I would love to get into writing, I'll put up a rule blog up soon! ❤️
Hi! I'm Nikki. 25 F, with She/Her pronouns and am from the UK 🇬🇧
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I'm fairly new to Tumblr, and writing in general, BUT from what I have come across in this lovely community, I have a preference for HeadCannons and Character x Reader fics. I'm also not opposed to NSFW spicy stuff, but bare with me, as I don't have a whole lot of experience with it.
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I am a huge fan of ScarVio, so am hyper focusing on that for the time being. That being said, I will make an exception for Leon from SWSH or Guzma from SNMN.
Gym leaders (With the exception of Iono), The Elite Four (Minus Poppy), Professor Turo and Sada, Jacq and Saguaro.
I'm kinda on the fence about Arven at the moment, but I may change my mind once I connect with his character a little more.
Focusing on x Reader content for the time being. I've never really been a huge fan of shipping cannon characters together anyway, but general headcannons for canon characters I would certainly give a try!
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Romantic and platonic scenarios considered in all their entirety.
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Characters whos ages have not been confirmed yet. I know some Tumblr users headcannon characters as a certain age, but for me, I don't feel comfortable doing so.
Anything pregnancy related. This is a personal decision from experience.
Incest
Pokèphilia
Noncon
Yandere
Male reader
Hybrids. Just not something I feel I can write about affectively.
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Summary: Your best friend’s duties as the Chairman of Galar's Pokémon league have taken priority in his life, and you miss him. So, you decide to pay him a visit. Things don’t go according to plan, but in the best way possible.
Author's Note: Edited one last time. Now featuring the Charizard Pose(tm)!!
I hope you all enjoy the final product, despite the v gratuitous and slightly ooc Leon! :’) Keep in mind, MC is NOT supposed to be Gloria or Victor!! And she is in her 20s/roughly Leon’s age
Please let me know what you think, and take care! x
Give it some love on ao3!
The Battle Tower: The former Champion of Galar’s soaring glory, right at the heart of Wyndon. Tall, shiny, and easy as cheri berry pie to find. Even easier to navigate internally, being that there’s no winding hallways or finicky stairwells to get lost in. Perfect for someone who’s bad with navigation! Perfect for Leon.
You’ve been lifelong friends with Leon, attached at the hip and unconditionally loving supporting one another since childhood. It’s pretty common knowledge too, now, given his time in the public eye. Arceus, it took you guys months after his grand victory to get reporters off your backs.
Headlines everywhere speculated what you were to him, calling you the Galarian Queen, the Champion’s Champion, and so on. Paparazzi took pictures of the two of you relaxing with one another in cafes, walking side by side through the city, even just sitting together and idly scrolling through your rotom phones on the train. Trainers and Challengers envied you, ladies and gaydies feared you. It was only once you defeated him and became the new Champion of the Galar region that people laid off. Somehow, your win shifted the general public opinion from “Ooo, they’re totally dating!” to “Wow, they must’ve trained together!” You don’t get it, but it’s whatever.
It’s not like you minded that people thought you two were together. But only because you wanted to be a good friend, and ease Leon’s stress by not making a big deal about it! Of course!
When Leon was the Champion, he barely had time for you friends. You two hung out every chance you could, but ex-Chairman Rose had put a ton on Leon’s plate.
Now, Leon’s the Chairman.
Your best friend is your boss.
And he lets you do anything you want.
You’ve used some of your prize money to travel around Galar and catch up with old friends. Professor Sonia and her new assistant Hop are killing it as researchers. Marnie, the new Gym Leader at Spikemuth, is more powerful than ever; and Piers is still the adorably caring guardian and older brother he’s always been for her, because why wouldn’t he be? And of course, Bede is still a little shit, albeit he’s now a little shit that’s being progressively humbled by Gym Leader Opal’s vigorous training.
After that, you traveled back up to Wyndon, taking the long way through all the Wild Areas and side roads to train up your Pokémon. Can’t hurt to get them stronger, if you want to keep on being the Champion.
But now… fuck. Now what?
The Battle Tower: Chairman Leon’s soaring glory, right at the heart of your new home city, Wyndon. Tall, like Leon. Shiny, like Leon’s winning smile. Sweet as a cheri berry pie, just like Leo– wait. No.
All this thinking about Leon the Battle Tower made you realize something. You’ve never actually utilized the Battle Tower. What better way to train and see Leon than to join in on the fun?
From what you’ve gathered via Leon’s stories of his new career, every time you’re about to tier up in the tower’s own mini-league of sorts, you’ll face off against him. The only way to actually tier up is to beat him in a battle, which sounds simple since you’ve done it before. The issue is, you can only bring three Pokémon, you can’t use potions or revives, and each Pokémon can only hold one item. If your Pokémon is too overpowered, its level is temporarily scaled down, for fairness.
You knew what you were up against when you were just a Challenger, but this is a whole new and nerve-wracking experience for you. Then again, when have you ever turned down a challenge? Your fiery passion and competitiveness as a Pokémon trainer is what brought you this far, after all. It’s one of the reasons you and Leon have gotten on so well for all this time too.
With your new goal in mind, you trek along the outskirts of Wyndon, scavenging for items that’ll be of use as well as battling enough to raise your Pokémons’ stats. You manage to trade with some other trainers you come across too, giving them wishing pieces or pearls or whatever in exchange for items and moves that’ll help your team. After a short week or so, and with a little research, you decide it’s finally time to enter the fight… but you found something interesting in your studies that’s giving you pause.
Because of the mysterious and intense nature of his tower, Leon holds a strict no-rotoms policy once you enter the elevator. If you have one on you, it’s imperative that you give it to a staff member until your departure from the vicinity. Leon prefers people don’t talk about their experiences within the tower in detail either, and for the most part, that’s respected.
Someone snuck their rotom in, though. And this someone leaked a video of their battle with Leon. They’re one of the rare trainers with a dynamax band, meaning both sides’ Pokémon were able to go all-out. The poster lost, but it looked like they put up an immaculate fight. You can’t help but wonder if they’ll become a Challenger and take you on, someday.
You’d watched the footage plenty before it got taken down, despite how dirty it felt. Like you were cheating, almost. But eh, whatever. It truly was helpful to figure out Leon’s current fighting style, as well as the style of his opponent. You wonder if all the Battle Tower competitors fight in such a fashion.
Something that’s been reluctantly lingering in your mind though, despite how much you want to focus on the battle you saw, is how good your best friend looked.
You feel like a dumbass for focusing on something so trivial, but Arceus, he looked hot out there. Maybe it’s ‘cause you miss him outside of your almost-daily texts. Maybe it’s ‘cause he’s gotten better looking. Who fuckin’ knows, dude? Not you. Not like it matters anyway. It’s just a dumb little crush.
A dumb little crush that’s haunted you for… well over a decade. Ugh.
In the footage, Leon sported a red, caped suit jacket, tight tan dress pants, and black boots. No hat, which is a normal sight for you, but it had the public quakin’ in their boots. According to various forum-goers, Leon wears the same outfit at work every day. It’s his new “default” look, now that he’s retired the Champion jersey and corny, regal cape.
Since you’ll be seeing him again – and surprising him, too – you try to think of the ways you can make your ~grand reveal~ more interesting, since he’s gotten more interesting. You think of your previous pranks on one another. None would really work in the tower’s setting, because of how strict regulations understandably are in there. You think of something you can say that might dazzle him or whatever, but nothing comes to mind. You’ve been boring lately. You think of his time as Champion, translated into the beginning of your own reign… oh, that’s it!
The first time he saw you in your Champion uniform, he thought it was hilarious. You’d worn his clothes in the past, for spontaneous sleepovers and rainy day emergencies. But you’d never worn his uniform (he kept it strictly off-limits), and never owned the same outfit as him before that. He reveled in how dorky you two looked, walking around while wearing the same shit sans his “crown” from head to toe. He kept giving you dopey compliments, like, “Hey, nice jersey, where can I get one like that?” and so on.
It was so fucking corny. Infuriating after a little, honestly.
But it was adorable the way he beamed at you for no reason every here and there, and it’s a funny memory to look back on, and you’ll be damned if you don’t try and get that reaction out of him again.
So, it’s decided! You stop at a boutique the afternoon of your first tower appointment, purchase a replica of his Champion jersey (on clearance, which is nice), in his size to add to the effect. Stopping home to change, you pair it with tall white ribbon socks and plain black trainers, skipping any sort of pants. Don't want 'em, don’t need ‘em! His shirt size is basically a dress on your shorter form anyway. With that, you head off.
It’s a tough first few battles, but being the current reigning Champion comes with its privileges. For example, a few people were so taken aback by the concept of battling you that they practically let you win. You were bothered when whole adults did it, but took it easy on the occasional kid that showed up all starstruck. When the battles didn’t turn out so poorly, though, you had a blast. It’s the first true adrenaline rush you’ve had since the Finals, and you decide to make training here a more regular occurrence.
Finally, the time comes to battle Leon. You stand in the center of the floor, back straight, Pokéball in hand and clasped within the other behind your back. You want to keep a serious facade, but slip up once the door across the room slides open, revealing your opponent.
Leon takes a few steps, and once he processes who he’s about to face, he yells “Whoa, holy shit!” and breaks out into a sprint towards you. Both of you have goofy smiles plastered on your faces as he slams into you for a hug, picking you up and squeezing the crap out of you.
“Dude, stop!” you strain, laughing through the pain of your back being cracked like a walnut. He’s still as strong as ever.
“I’m so happy to see you,” he giggles, large hands still cupped onto your shoulders. “How are you doi–” he cuts himself off, face freezing as he notices what you’re wearing. You stifle another laugh as he scans your body. He sternly says your name.
“Hm?”
“What the fuck is this?” he asks, although it comes out more like a statement.
“What the fuck is what?” You snort back a chuckle, watching him watch you.
When his eyes raise to meet yours again, your own eyes widen. There’s something sinister about the way he’s looking at you now. His laugh has turned into a proud and cocky smirk, and he’s squinting down at you through long lashes and dilated pupils. Oh Arceus, why is this hot?! He hums inquisitively, and before you can ask what’s up, he turns and walks towards his place on the field, letting Inteleon free from its ball mid-stride.
You note to yourself how much more muscular he’s gotten since you’ve last seen him in person. You didn’t feel it up close, but the way his suit clings to the curvature of his arms is making you feel some sorta way.
“Wait, we’re starting already?!” you laugh, cheeks flaring with heat as your brain snaps back to the reality of your situation.
“You’ll get hit with a water pledge in about 5 seconds if you don’t ready your first Pokémon, Champ!”
With that, you begin your usual pre-battle ritual: You shake your head to rattle out any nerves, hop and roll your shoulders a few times, and finally, you pitch out your beloved Umbreon and begin.
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Leon kicked your ass.
You were too distracted by how good he looks to fight to your full potential. Well, that and that look he gave you before the competition began.
Like, what was that?
Both of you are breathing heavy through the thick air as you stand opposite from one another. Sweat clings your new jersey to your body in weird ways, and Leon’s bangs are threatening to stick to his forehead. He ties his hair back into a high ponytail, and you follow his lead, noticing the way your own tresses are plastered to your neck and temples.
“I know that wasn’t the best you’ve got, mate!” he taunts. He strides towards you, shaking his head and glaring menacingly despite his wide smirk. “You think this is some kind of game?” Leon asks, crouching as much as he needs to with his hands on his thighs, to match your eye level. “You already took my title, now you think you can just waltz in here looking like me and run me out of my own tower, too?”
The corner of your mouth quirks up as you try to ready a snarky reply, but he continues.
“You know I don’t go easy on anyone,” he mutters, punctuating the end of the sentence with your name.
He’s never talked to you like this before. Something about the way your name lulled out of his mouth brings a new heat to your belly. Sure you’ve shared angry quarrels and bull-headed debates, but he’s never really had such an obvious fire in his eyes. You didn’t notice it in the video that one trainer captured, and you’ve definitely never noticed it in your own battles against one another. Not even during your title match.
“I-I’m just a little distracted today, I guess,” you stutter out when his gaze doesn’t falter.
He bites his lip as he studies your face, and you look down, as if a mild tilt would cover up the pink bulbs of your cheeks. You wonder nervously if it’s obvious how this new treatment is making you feel. When you glance up, you see his eyes flickering down your form again, drinking in the way your jersey that’s also kinda his jersey folds along your curves. You suck in a breath and look down again when he catches you staring at him, staring at you. He stands up straight and wraps around to your left, slinging a heavy right arm over your shoulders.
“You were my last battle for today,” he announces with a deep sigh, nodding towards the door “Let’s get outta here.”
The two of you make small talk as he leads you a few floors down. Yes, you read that correctly – Leon led you somewhere, and he knew where he was going! You’re so proud!
As you two ease into conversation, the butterfrees dissipate from your stomach. This is the Leon you’re used to. This is comfortable. It’s not confusing. It’s not sexy well like it totally is but like it’s easier to ignore when Leon is being Leon and not whatever the fuck that incubus back there was. It’s goofy and cozy and friendly and sarcastic and you missed it. Not that you were complaining about that other stuff… This is more familiar.
He’s bringing you to the locker rooms to freshen up before you two head out. ‘Cause you both reek. The facilities here are mainly used by staff, he says, but they’re rarely used at all by anyone other than him. It’s rare that the staff really need anywhere to change or store things, being that their work is so sedentary – although, he’s trying to change that. He wants them to get more involved! He has no plans to abandon his dreams of making Galarians the greatest Pokémon trainers in the world. You smile as he reassures you of it, and you believe with 100% certainty that he truly can achieve that.
When the two of you enter the locker rooms, you’re in awe of how pristine it is. Locker rooms are a weird thing to get excited over, but you’d be surprised by how many of them are just tiny lil’ sweatboxes. This is like a frickin’ spa, amidst a bunch of abnormally large lockers. Leon-sized lockers. Wyndon Stadiums’ changing room, the most clean and efficient locker room you’ve ever entered, doesn’t hold a candle to this.
Once you’re done voicing how cool it is in here, and once Leon’s done teasing you over how nerdy you sound, you head off to look for the showers. But little did you know that Leon was following you… At least until you thunk against cold metal. Leon’s got you trapped – your back against a probably vacant locker, and his arms on either side of you. He has that look in his eyes again.
“W-what’s up?”
“Why are you wearing my jersey?”
You give him a shit-eating grin, and despite your racing heart, you’re able to manage a sassy answer to match your face. “Technically, it’s not your jersey,” you prod. “It’s just got your numbers on it.”
His eyes narrow more, and so does the gap between you. “You went out and got a duplicate of my jersey… in my size?”
Refusing to give up your bravery, you nod, a smirk still present on your face. “Yeah. Just got it today. Ya like it?”
He breathes deeply, looking annoyed, but with a hint of amusement there. “I do,” Leon admits, his voice gravelly. “But why?”
“A lady can’t show some support for her predecessor?”
“Sure she can,” He chuckles. “But I need a real answer, please.” He waits for you to reply with raised brows and thinned lips.
“…To get a reaction out of you.”
“To get a reaction out of me.” You nod. “What kind of reaction?”
“I thought it would be more along the lines of the one you had when I started wearing my own Champion uniform,” you answer, “not… whatever this is.”
“Do you know what this is?” he growls.
You answer honestly, “Still trying to figure that out.” Well, it’s at least half honest.
You’re starting to get the idea, given his overall demeanor today and now this, that he feels the same things you’re feeling right now.
He sighs your name, sounding almost disappointed. “I know you’re smart enough to figure out what this is. You’re a clever woman.” His eyes pan from yours, to your lips, and back up, making your heart skip a beat. “I don’t doubt that your initial idea was to get a cheeky laugh out of me…” His voice softens, “But I haven’t seen you in weeks. Over a month, at least. You’re my best friend, but you’re also the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, and you show up to my tower looking like this?”
Your eyes widen at his pseudo-confession. You know he thinks you’re cute, as you’ve both tossed plenty of looks-oriented compliments at each other before. But you always thought it was in a friendly sorta way. He’s never called you beautiful or anything. Your face feels like it’s been fire blasted by a charizard, and Leon’s cheeks are looking a little pink too.
A moment passes.
And then another.
And then a wave of courage overtakes you, so you act on it.
“So… you want me to take it off?” you whisper, your hands finding the hem of your jersey, and slowly beginning to lift it up.
You’ve seen each other naked before. You both needed to strip down to bathe while you camped together back in the day. But that was just pals being friends, doing what you needed to do to stay healthy in the Wild Area. This is much, much different.
You wonder briefly if the distance that’s grown between you two as his new duties took priority is the reason there’s such a newfound tension, right now.
But that thought is cut short when Leon’s gaze on you darkens and his hands cup around your cheeks and his lips crash down into yours. Arceus.
You let out a surprised squeak, but quickly adjust to the situation at hand, melting into his touch. Abandoning your grip on your shirt, you cling onto his jacket instead. He deepens the kiss, and you loosen your clutch, opting to rub lightly up and down his chest. You could swear you felt him shiver a little at the motion.
Leon’s always had a powerful aura about him, but he’s been known for being a gentle giant of sorts. Behind closed doors he can be an absolute nuisance, but that’s something only people dear to him – like you – know. And besides, he counteracts it by being… a genuinely amazing guy.
That being said, it catches you by surprise when his fingers find your neck and he squeezes. You can still breathe, but the restricted airflow is intoxicating as your vision is tickled with little stars. A soft moan slips out of you and you feel him smile against you before pulling back. He looks down at you like you’re his prey. As if he’s drinking in the sight of you, flustered and shivering beneath him, wearing his hands like a necklace. As if it’s something he’s imagined doing before.
He dips down again, kissing the corner of your mouth, then nibbling your jawline, and then removing one hand off your neck just to replace it with his teeth.
In between love bites, he purrs, “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?”
His tongue swipes a sensitive spot, prompting another moan. One of your hands finds his ponytail and you absentmindedly play with his hair to self-soothe. You shake your head in response to his question, not knowing he felt this way at all until today.
“I always kept my jersey off-limits for borrowing for this exact reason…” You never would’ve expected Leon to be kinky about something like that. It’s so hot. “And you just waltzed in here wearing practically nothing but it.” His head comes back up to level with you, but his eyes quickly trail to your lips. Leaning in until his lips graze yours, he murmurs, “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”
You’re both smiling now as you go in for another kiss. As if his last sentence made the both of you realize that you two aren’t just lusting after anyone, you’re lusting after your best friend.
You know each other better than anyone else. You’ll be able to figure out each other’s bodies so easily just from being so familiar with each other’s preferences and reactions… even just from being comfortable enough around each other to always openly communicate how you feel. None of what’s happening now feels awkward, and neither of you are worried about your friendship being ruined by it, because your bond has always gone so strong. Why would this put a screw in things?
You deepen the kiss with a widened mouth, gently sucking his tongue as your hands trail down his body, toying with the waist of his pants. “If I’d known I’d get this reaction out of you,” you lilt, cupping his length through the fabric, “I would’ve worn your jersey years ago.” You feel him twitch beneath your touch.
You’re about to strip away the cloth between your hand and his cock – which is gigantic when it’s hard, apparently, good lord – when he cups his hands around your thighs and lifts you, wrapping your legs around his waist and pinning you against the lockers. You quietly curse to yourself at the feeling of your cores making contact like this, but your pleasure is interrupted by a stifled giggle from the Chairman.
Your foreheads are pressed together, but he won’t look you in the eye.
He’s up to something.
“Are you ready to have a cha–”
“For fuck’s sake, Lee, don’t say it…” you whine.
“A Champion time?”
“Leon,” you scold his name in the same way you’d scold a Pokémon doing something naughty. You still laugh, though. He’s chuckling against you, his laugh rumbling from his chest into your own as he plops his head into your shoulder. “You’re literally the worst.”
“I’m great.”
“You’re not even the Champion anymore.”
His head shoots back up, and he still looks like he’s in a silly and goofy mood, aside from his eyes boring into you like he wants to ravage you as punishment for saying that. He’s probably conflicted on how to feel about this. Does he take the insult to heart, or will he brush it off? Whatever. If it means Leon’ll be more rough with you, then maybe you should taunt him more.
One of his hands finds your throat again, and he squeezes harder than previously. You groan and roll your eyes shut, and he whispers against your earlobe, “At least I’m not a bottom bitch.”
It was supposed to be a cheeky roast, but instead, his words turn you on more. Arceus, you really are such a bottom bitch! You’d laugh if you could, but instead you just smile, drinking in the pleasurable pain of mild asphyxiation.
Once he lets go and you’re able to use your words, you suggest that you do this stuff in the showers. Two pidoves with one stone, and all that. He agrees, but rather than putting you down, Leon opts to just carry you there.
“I can walk, you know.”
“But you’re fun to toss around.”
That shuts you right up.
From the moment you two enter the small, sauna-like capsule – The showers have their own rooms, rather than being tiny little stalls here! This place rocks. – you begin stripping one another. You point out that Leon’s gotten more buff since you last saw him, poking at his abs while he flexes them for show. You also admit that you were very much ogling at him because of this during your battle, but he already knew. Damn.
As soon as the two of you are fully naked, you can’t keep your hands off of each other.
“Hey, these have grown since I last saw them!” he points out, massaging your boobs with both hands.
You snort and swat him away, turning the water on after. “I’d hope so,” you laugh, “We were barely adults the last time you saw them.”
“Your boobs will always have a special place in my heart, you know,” he teases. “They were the first ones I saw in person.”
“How sweet,” you sarcastically enthuse. “Now get down here so I can kiss you or something.”
He obliges before lifting you up again, just to seat you on the bench below the showerhead. Feeling Leon’s bare chest in this context is weird. Not in a bad way, by any means. It’s just… different. You feel his muscles ripple below your palms as he tugs you closer to him, perfectly aligning his cock with your entrance.
“Mmmf!” You moan into his mouth at the contact, embarrassed by how easily the tip threatens to slide in.
Leon pulls back, his face beaming with a devilish pride. “Mother of Arceus, you’re wet.”
“Shut up.” You cover your face, feeling bashful.
“How often do you get this wet for me?” he muses softly, teasing the tip of his penis along your folds. Making you want to scream.
He removes your hands from your face with one of his, and pins your wrists above you. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, a poor attempt to quell the lewd mewls Leon’s drawing out.
“How many times have you touched yourself, wishing it was your Champion doing the work for you instead?” he prods, despite you not having answered his previous question.
The sounds of water pattering against the floor and your skin, Leon’s heavy breathing, and your heady whines fill the small room. It sounds disgusting, but like, in a good way. You pity the poor staff member that might have to walk past you two and hear all this.
You feel so delectably small writhing beneath Leon, while he admires you like a damn trophy. His pupils are blown wide as he takes in the sight of you, almost-silently muttering something about how perfect you look. Finally, he slips the head past your entrance, proceeding slowly while you both adjust to each other’s sizes. You moan in unison, and he scans you for consent to start moving. After a few short moments, you nod, desperate to feel more of him.
“Fuck, you’re way too tight, mate,” he groans endearingly, steadily picking up speed.
Chuckling amidst your moans, you force out, “Maybe you’re just too big, Has-been.” You learned earlier that your bratty nature brings out a new side of Leon, and you want to see more of it.
Your plan goes swimmingly. Leon’s award-winning smile is on full display as he laughs, but there’s something hellish in the way his brows furrow above his narrowing eyes. He tightens his grip on your side, nails threatening to dig through your skin, as he slams into you.
“Holy fuck, Lee!”
You begin slipping, and noticing the scrunched-up position you’re being forced into with each movement, Leon repositions so that you can lay down fully.
You cheekily thank him for the gentlemanly behavior, to which he responds with a firm slap to your tit.
You moan out in surprise as he latches his hand around it, pounding into you harder again now that you’re comfortable. He smiles at the positive response, and repeats the action, prompting the same one again.
“You like that, princess?” he purrs, making your stomach do a flip. Fuck, that was so cool.
“Princess?” you strain out, starry-eyed and reveling in the new nickname.
“Ahah~,” he pauses to curse your name under his breath, “you’re more like a queen now, I guess.”
“N-no I– fuck!– I prefer princess, actually.”
Leon laughs at your effort to talk, bending down to give you a sweet forehead kiss. As if he isn’t ravaging your lower half right now. “Good, so do I,” he agrees. “My filthy fucking princess,” he lilts.
“Oh Arceus mate, that’s so hot,” you half-giggle and half-moan.
“I can tone it down, if you want,” he mumbles, stifling a chuckle. “I can, like…” He sits up and slowly, as if wanting you to stop him, begins to morph into his signature Charizard pose.
”Lee for the love of all that is holy do NOT—“
He thrusts into you as he snaps into formation, and you’re disappointed by how good it feels. Leon’s chest vibrates as he holds back his laughter, while you nearly cackle him right out of you. Your companion’s nose scrunches with laughter as he turns his face towards you again, readjusting as to not be completely ejected.
The conversation falters, and you comfortably focus on each other instead. He toys with your nipples and you with his, discovering that you’re both only kinda into that. He knows now that you’re into being choked and slapped at, but you find out soon enough that he definitely isn’t. Fine by you, since it means you don’t have to do as much work. He is into having his hair pulled, though, but he retracts it after discovering that you do too. He won’t let you touch his amethyst tresses anymore. At least not this time.
He roughly flips you over, flinging your body as though you weigh nothing. Both of your legs are slotted between his now, one of his kneeled beside you for support and the other planted on the tile ground. Leon has you face down, booty up. Old faithful.
Having had very few sexual partners prior to this, you’ve never been with somebody this big... So it’s only natural that such a deep-reaching position would feel so much more intense than before. The noises you’re making are animalistic, and he’s adoring every second of it. Leon does you the favor of tugging your head up by the ponytail with one hand and choking you with the other. You reward him by thrusting your hips back into his, not only making his job easier but heightening the pleasure for both of you.
“Shit, just like that,” he growls, demanding that you move faster consequently.
It’s only a matter of time before you’re both reaching your limits. Leon removes his grip from your soaked hair and relocates the respective hand to the small of your back. He moans your name like a prayer, nails deliciously carving into the skin of your throat as he approaches his climax. The added pain is like a dopamine hit, leaving you blissfully apathetic to the marks Leon’s adorning you with.
“H-how close are you?” he grunts, “I’ll never live it down if you don’t finish first.”
You grin back at him over your shoulder, knowing he’s right, but not confirming nor denying anything. “Harder, Lee,” you moan. “Please, I’m so fucking close!”
Both hands move to grip your ass, and he takes full control, bouncing you against his hips with a second wind to finish the two of you off. As fate would have it, you manage to cum together. Aww. Once you’re both finished, he collapses atop your back, squishing you against the bench. You giggle as you try to squirm him off of you, and he suddenly gives up, realizing that he just came inside you.
“Oh no–”
“You’re good,” you wave him off. “I’m still on birth control.”
“Oh thank Arceus.”
He pulls out and helps you up atop wobbly legs, guiding you to the soap so you can actually freshen up now. The two of you chat as you bathe together, catching up a little more in-depth than your usual texting allows. Enthusing one another about cool Pokémon you encountered, and whatnot. It’s just like old times.
Once you’re both done and wrapped up in towels, you exit the shower room and sit on the bench nearer to Leon’s locker.
“We should probably talk about, uh…” he gestures between the two of you as he falters, “Us. Or something.”
“Yeup,” you agree with a nod. “Can we grab takeout or something, first? I’m starving.”
“Good call,” he answers, scruffing his hair dry with a towel. “Paldean sound okay?” he asks, peaking at you adorably through the fabric.
You groan with pleasure, “Please.”
“Arceus,” he laughs, “That sounds so weird now.”
“You sound so weird always!”
“Speak for yourself, Champ,” he taunts, proceeding to pitch up his voice and imitate your moans. You swat at his pec, he swats your boob back, and the two of you proceed to smackdown at one another for a few seconds like a bunch of feral rhyperiors.
“I forfeit,” you announce, standing up to change. “Do you have anything I can borrow? My jersey probably stinks.”
With a dastardly grin, Leon pulls his actual Champion jersey out from his locker. And you proceed to wear the shit out of it as you two eat food, talk about your feelings, and roam each other’s bodies some more.
Please give me any and all headcanons you can make for a gender neutral reader and my babygirl Guzma. Just general romance headcanons but of you throw in some mutual „unrequited pining that’s actually requited“ I would be delighted
Thank you for being my VERY first ask! I will certainly try to live up to your expectations! This turned out to be waaaay longer than I anticipated, so I've just focused on Guzma and another HC for the time being! I hope this is okay! Thanks so much again!
Romantic HCs: Guzma and Larry - SFW.
💀 Guzma 💀
As intimidating as this man presents himself to his grunts, and the rest of Alola for that matter, deep inside this capable trainers hard exterior, is a soft gooey centre that only surfaces when he is around you. In private, though. He won't admit it, but sometimes it does slip out when you're out in public together. The occasional soft kiss on the back of your hand without realising, or cinching your waist closer to him when around others. He'll quickly realise what he's done though, and relax his grip.
Patience is key with Guzma. Unfamiliar with reciprocated romantic love, you'll often catch him holding his breath and tensing ever so slightly when you take his hand into yours, and press your lips gently across his grazed knuckles. Your lips will linger, savouring his touch, whilst he simply doesn't know what to do with himself, other than shift awkwardly from side to side and gaze over at you with a twinkle in his eye. After a few moments of silence, he'll finally exhale. Emotion will swell deep inside him as he finally snakes his hand into yours.
He will do just about anything to have you close by at all times. He may not find himself wanting to completely abandon his Big Bad Boss image, but that won't stop him from internally yearning for your closeness. And you feel privileged to be able to see the gentler side of him, whether that be him tracing his finger tips over your waist, planting little pecks on your forehead or simply asking if you're okay after a long day. You can see he is trying, and that makes you swell with pride.
If you should find yourself sleeping beside him, like dozens of times before, you know he is a bit of a duvet hog. Perhaps this might be his pathetic little way of getting you to cuddle him close. You often find yourself being the big spoon in this situation, although it doesn't both you. You can feel his muscles relax beneath you, and him breathing a soft sigh of contentment. Sometimes you catch him sleepily nuzzling his face into your side of the blanket, if you got up in the night for whatever reason. It was simple things like this, that made loving him so effortless.
But despite what a complicated mess Guzma is, he genuinely wants to be with you as much as humanly possible. Whether that be accompanying you to Battle challenges, or simply grabbing a bite to eat, he doesn't care. As long as he gets to spend that time with you. He's even made a passing comment about you shacking up with him permanently in Po Town. Despite its reputation, you know you'd be just as happy there with him.
💼 Larry 💼
Larry never invisioned himself wanting to settle down with a s/o in his early 40s, but you came around and changed that almost straight away. He's finding the transition from a life long bachelor to a spoken for man, quite difficult; his routine quite literally flipped upside down. But as hard as this is for him, he is willing to make that change, because he's never felt this way about a person before. About you. And although emotionally speaking, he comes across as cold and distant, this is just one of the ways his love speaks to you. You know he wouldn't accommodate for just anyone, and this makes you feel special.
You find yourself sliding into Larry's monotonous daily routine without much fuss, knowing that compromise was tough for him. It worked out quite well that you started a little later than him, as it gave you time to show your appreciation for him by easing his morning chores. He often found you cooking eggs and bacon on the stove in one of his old shirts, when he eventually trudged down from the shower. Something that etched a small smile on this lips. They say that the way to a man's heart is through their stomach, and this certainly proved true with Larry. Setting his breakfast down in front of him, you could just see his face light up with excitement. He wasted no time devouring every last bite of deliciousness that you graciously prepared for him. Once finished, he would carefully pat his lips with a crumpled napkin, before taking your hand into his, and offering up a lingering kiss as thanks.
Time was of the essence in Larry's world. You hardly saw him most days because of his day job, and commitments to both the Medali Gym and The Elite Four. So the short time spent in the mornings together, and those long awaited evenings were precious. Sometimes he wouldn't wander through the door until late because Geeta had him working overtime. Something he was used to, and quite frankly didn't mind, but knew this might sadden you. He'd often make up for this by immediately abandoning his briefcase and suit jacket by the front door, loosening his tie, and slumping himself next to you on the sofa, his arms snaking around you for comfort. You could feel the tension in his touch as he tried his best to be gentle, the day clearly having took it out of him. You'd return his affection with gentle kisses along his jaw, before pulling a blanket over you both and nestling into his chest. He rarely spoke of his work day, but that's just how he liked it. When he was spending time with you, work was the last thing he wanted to bore you with.
I am so serious about this. DNI if you don’t have any indication that you’re an adult anywhere on your blog either. I will block.
Okay, I’ve never written anything NSFW before, so like. Bear with me here. However, I will take any chance I’m given to spread bottom Larry propaganda. (pun intended)
- It doesn’t take a lot to turn Larry on. He craves intimacy and closeness. Something as simple as sitting on the couch in his apartment, with stained old pajamas and messy hair, makes his mind wander. You’re always attractive to him, Larry can’t think of a time when he’s been able to take his eyes off you. But, being here with you, when you’re both at your most comfortable, no walls up, no masks on, makes him feel safe. In moments like this, Larry is completely overwhelmed by how much he loves you. If you would have him, he would be overjoyed to make you feel as good as you make him feel.
- Alternatively, if you grabbed him by his tie and pulled him into a kiss, he’ll be throbbing in his pants.
- While he has some experience, it’s really nothing to write home about. He has a lot of anxiety about not living up to your expectations. You will definitely have to take the lead here. He’s incredibly handsy. As you press lazy kisses against his jaw, he won’t be able to keep his hands from running up and down your sides. His fingers tangle in your hair, flexing against your scalp. The others hover above your hip. Larry won’t touch you anywhere intimate without your explicit consent. Even if you guide him along your thighs or towards your chest, he’ll mutter a quiet, “Is this okay?” “Here? Are you sure?” “Do you want me to touch you there?”
- Larry is incredibly sensitive, particularly on his inner thighs, along his ribs, and his nipples. He isn’t loud in bed by any means, though you can hear his breath hitch whenever you brush past a sensitive spot. If you decide to pay special attention to him, you’ll manage a few whines out of him. His blush is splotchy as he furrows his brows. Play with his nipples and he’ll throw his head back so fast he might knock it against the headboard. You make a note to put more pillows there next time. Or make him wear a helmet.
- Appearance-wise, Larry is pretty average. He’s soft around the middle, with stretch marks around his stomach and shoulders. He doesn’t have a lot of body hair. There’s just a bit on his chest and limbs, just a little gray in places. Can I say he has salt and pepper pubes or is that too far? Anyway, he usually keeps it trimmed, but he will admit that he tends to forget and tonight caught him off guard. If you prefer him to clean up down there, he’s more than happy to. Just be prepared for it to slip his mind sometimes. His cock is average size, five and a half to six inches. Uncut, and sort of thick. He also has a mole on his inner thigh.
- Sometimes, when he’s nervous and doesn’t know what to do with his hands, he’ll reach to fix his tie, only to blush when he remembers it’s not there. He wears those sock garters and will get so lost in the moment, he’ll forget to take them off. Honestly, if he’s coming from a shift where he did the Elite Test, you might have to remind him to take off his gloves too.
- Larry is a switch, but during your first time together, he will end up following orders far more than anything else. He’s willing to top, though if anything, Larry is a service top rather than a dominating force. His hands shake and he’s got a case of nervous sweats, which makes him worry even more because what if you think he’s gross. You have to take it slow. Ultimately, this is an act of love for him. He's not used to being so vulnerable with someone. Be gentle with him.
- As vanilla as he is, Larry has a (not so) secret praise kink. Compliments and soft touches make his head spin. If you called him a good boy during sex, I think he’d have to take a breather or he’d cum instantly. He’s not very adventurous, preferring to stick to well-trodden paths. Though, after some character development, he’s willing to try out a few things. Mostly at your request.
- He does consider bringing food into the bedroom. It makes sense to combine his two favorite things. But after a bit of research, he comes to the conclusion that the clean-up sounds like a bit too much for him to handle. If it’s something he suggests, he believes it’s his job to deal with the aftermath. And he is very aware he’s prone to falling asleep immediately after. Usually with you wrapped up tightly in his arms. So, ultimately, the decision is up to you.
written for a friend obsessed with this tired salaryman
cw: minor scarviol spoilers
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🍙 He's painfully average, with little time for himself. His duties for the Paldean league consume him, and Geeta doesn't care to let up on him. You are likely someone who just challenged the league or a regular at the Treasure Eatery. Either way, he comes to enjoy your presence in his life. He is normal, but he admits this change is acceptable.
🍙 PDA is never something he initiates, and admittedly would prefer not to engage with it. He is busy. His work never stops, seemingly. He's stiff. He can't stop you from clinging to him, however. Larry will ask you to stop at most, but otherwise stands there with a stoic expression, accepting his fate. You are hugging him, giving him a kiss, and wishing him a good day. This is inevitable. (He eventually moves from neutral to silently enjoying it. He just needs an adjustment period.)
🍙 In private, he's much the same, but more lenient. Larry is always stiff, but here there are no eyes, and he can somewhat relax. You want to hug him and kiss him now? That's fine. He even gives you a kiss to the cheek as a greeting. Though, you always retaliate with a kiss on the lips. He's indifferent to cuddling, but it grows on him. Larry is pretty quiet at home, but occasionally, he'll remind that he does love and care for you.
🍙 You will tell him to stand up to Geeta more about his personal wants, but he simply refuses and sighs. He prefers the status quo. It is calming and relaxing, but always a bit concerning with his preference. Larry is quite stuck in his ways and in a morbid sense, he kind of enjoys the pressure. He doesn't like being anything more than he is, but he does somewhat enjoy his job. (Even if Geeta doesn't believe it.)
🍙 Dating you brings on a new ordinary for him. Most men his age are married and have children, so this adds another layer of mundane to him. Not that it's a bad thing, mind you. He enjoys the mundane and embraces himself as completely bland and average. Larry likes you, too. This is simply something he wholeheartedly enjoys. (You get an occasional smile from him and oddly awkward, yet loving words.)
🍙 Dates are to the Treasure Eatery and nowhere else. Where else do you go, after all? Well, he's willing to try other restaurants in Medali, too. It's a bit endearing to see him enjoy different meals and clearly relax a little. He pulls his tie a little looser and lets his shoulders drop. You smile at the sight often. Occasionally, you do convince him to try other things. A quiet walk just outside of Medali lets you both see the wild pokemon. It's always a lovely sight to see a Toedscool standing around while Larry gives it a disgusted look. The Meowths do intrigue him, luckily. The walk is spent quietly enjoying nature and other before his stomach loudly growls. Back to the restaurants you go.
🍙 This guy is physically incapable of getting jealous. The best you will get is a sigh and him asking them to leave on the basis they are being annoying. He trusts you because you would have to literally pick him out of your own volition. There's no reason for him to be jealous. If you get jealous toward people being flirty with him, he will reassure you that he has absolutely no interest in dating anyone outside of you. He just doesn't care. He likes you; why would he go after anyone else? Larry just isn't one for strong emotion in general.
🍙 If you're a trainer, do not invite him to battle. He's tired and been told off overtime. Larry may oblige you occasionally, but otherwise he is just exhausted. He doesn't mind listening to you go on about battle tactics, however. His job still does involve it, and being an elite four member does require him to be somewhat innovative. He may even give you a random tip from his experience, too. Your passion does remind him of what originally got him into battling, however, and he does find himself finding his challengers more entertaining than before. Your discussions come to his mind and everything feels just a bit more diverse.
🍙 He's not a big user of pet names. A rare 'dear' may come from him, but he ultimately views calling someone by their first name a form of intimacy. It's just not his thing, but he does try. When they are used, it's usually in a moment where he's overcome with emotion in some way.
🍙 Overall, he's a pretty normal guy to be in a relationship with. Not terribly exciting, but that's what he prefers. Larry is a relaxing and easy guy to get along with. There is a funny prestige of dating such a powerful trainer, yet there is no reason for it at the same time. You'll like find yourself falling into a pretty normal routine, but that's just life with Larry. At least you get a Komala to dote on at home and get to watch his raptor bother him to feed them by pecking at his hair. Honestly, there's not much of a bad side with him maybe excluding his preference for things to remain the same.
It wasn't a new occurrence to hear people make fun of your colleagues and subordinates, as the Chief of the Department. The mindless gossip never disturbed you, knowing well how draining and monotonous the daily assignments of everyone's jobs were first hand. Never had you gone out of your way to participate nor break their fun, deeming it an unnecessary activity for yourself. If anything, it seemed to have had a stress relieving effect on the employees, so you thought: as long as it stays harmless, you wouldn't intervene or react.
Except for that very day, apparently. One name made your ears clatter like a passing truck, your eyebrows furrowing until your forehead hurt. "Larry".
The energy with which it was said was undeniably scornful, jeering, an urge to crush the knees of and crack open the skull to whomever had started it steadily arising within you.
Your eyes scanned the area where Larry was usually seated. Almost hidden behind stacks of papers and binders was his head laid upon the desk top, fast asleep, one rarity that struck you as entirely odd.
Larry was a hard, responsible worker. He didn't quite enjoy his position, maybe even less so than others, having heard him mutter complaints under his breath and sigh miserably every so often. He wasn't violent or ungrateful whenever those would slip, nor were they aimed at anyone besides himself to hear. 'So unfortunate, I'm really so unfortunate', you've caught him murmuring. You'd glanced at him to see if you could assist him, hear him out at least, yet the chance didn't seem to have existed after all. He'd already begun doing paperwork, an aura of inaccessibility and distance constructed all around his work desk. As per usual.
"Larry?", you put a hand on his shoulder, gently rocking him back into consciousness.
He hummed in a low, tired tone, not exactly realizing who was speaking to him, why, or where he was at the moment.
"Are you alright?", your palm pressed against his forehead gently, checking for a fever.
That seemed to have woken him up immediately, as he quivered and jerked away from you, catching your wrist.
His eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise and embarrassment:
"Chief… Excuse me. This must be bothersome", he averted his eyes to the crushed up documents whose lettering was a little faded, the handwritten notes at some spots barely legible.
"No", you shook your head reassuringly, covering up the preceding exasperation exceptionally well, "You need a break, pronto. Come with me", you tugged the wrist in his grasp gently to guide him up, which he released right away, saying another apology.
You smiled at his caution and care. There weren't many instances of you two communicating before, however, from what you've gathered so far, he was often grouchy on the surface, but in reality a really sweet man who just needed someone to look after him when it gets especially tough. You wondered if he had anyone like that; a close friend, a lover, a spouse perhaps.
Despite the curiosity, you forcefully disregarded the thought. Your personal crushes should lay low after all. That's what you've always been telling yourself, in fear that your professional demeanor would falter, that you'd lose the little authority you held at this part of the building. Yet you didn't manage to hold your enthusiasm in check that afternoon. And how could you? It was that perfect of a chance to make acquaintances, let Larry know you were available to communicate with on a less formal basis, emphasize on your presence in his everyday office life.
"I'll be back to work, I apologize. It was a shameful moment of weakness."
What was actually shameful was the way your thoughts would focus on him at all the wrong times in a variety of equally wrong ways. Sometimes him being unsociable and too lost in his tiredness to notice the existence of those anomalies was desirable.
"And you risk it happening again. Come on. Have coffee with me at least", the way he still didn't look convinced that he should be taking care of himself more made you change your stance, "Just for a little while. This can wait. Your health cannot. Don't make me turn it into an order."
"Chief-"
"The big bad boss won't hear about this", you played that one off as a bit of a joke, ensuring it would be understood as such by sealing it with a wink.
Larry cleared his throat and stood up with a groan, some joints even letting out a crack. You could tell he secretly longed for leaving that chair, maybe even quitting work for that day altogether. Frankly, you'd happily join him if that were possible, as monitoring, check-ups, paperwork and phone calls weren't fun for you either.
"Mind telling me what happened? In secret, of course", you struck up conversation as you two were making your way towards a nearby coffee vending machine.
His eyes were on the verge of closing, taking him a considerable amount of time to come up with an acceptable explanation:
"Trouble sleeping, I guess. That's all there is to it."
You crouched while waiting for your drinks to brew. Looking him up and down, his undesirable posture standing out the most, a worried 'I see' crossed your lips. You considered asking whether you could give the man a hug, a pat on the back, a few meaningful, reassuring words you'd sprinkle in, hoping they'd get to him, enough to soften him up. You hated seeing him so down in the dumps all the time; a depressing sight, really. Nobody deserved to feel like that, passion and commitment to excellence and improvement destroyed, squashed down and shattered, leaving behind an empty husk, an individual who might've been an accomplished young man in the past.
Hoping to see him smile, you sent the best one of your own his way while handing him a steaming paper cup, the scent of coffee tickling your nose.
It wasn't returned.
"Can I help you somehow, Larry? Please tell me if you need to talk about it, I promise to at least hear you out."
To that he didn't respond. You tried again.
"If you have any doubts about being a burden, clear them up right away. Let's go sit outside on the balcony. There are benches there; not too uncomfortable, if I may say so."
"Alright, if you so insist. I don't have anything to say, however."
"That's alright. We can just relax", you paused for a second, having just remembered a little something about him. Larry really liked food. "Would you… want half of my sandwich? It's not too big, and I don't know about the quality, but I'd-", he cut you off, putting his hand up, not needing an excuse of any kind.
You made eye contact with him again, his bushy eyebrows just barely raising for the first time that day. He almost looked excited. In a very Larry way.
Your heart fluttered for a moment. You swallowed a lump in your throat.
"Thank you."
You tilted your head gently. In case that was an agreement, you couldn't have been more joyful. Fortunately, he noticed your puzzled expression and curtly nodded.
You desperately needed to control every atom in your body not to approach and tightly embrace him. Your arms were a bit faster though, raising themselves half way before you caught yourself, lowered them and turned around to make your way towards the door leading to the outside lounge.
You wished he'd grab you by the shoulder, stop you, like in romance movies, having cleverly read your intentions, and hold you close for a while, share body heat and ardent emotion.
But, no, that's Larry, actually. Just Larry. Your most 'unfortunate' instance of puppy love yet. And you should expect nothing.
Then you did a double take when he surpassed you and held the door for you. You blinked, mouth half open. Larry didn't seem to think much of it, gaze focused on the coffee he was delicately swirling around in his cup.
He positioned his foot to stop it from closing, running the now free hand through his hair. He looked at your figure frozen in place, then motioned for you to come through.
"I'm sorry, I zoned out for a second", you tried covering up your flustered poise with a cough, "Thank you kindly."
When you got out of sight, your hand flew to your mouth, locking away a squeal. You couldn't fathom how the most basic of gestures sent your tummy in a state of ache, wings of those persistent butterflies grazing your insides.
"Chief", Larry called out in a monotonous volume, "If I'm being impolite, I apologize in advance, but in all honesty you seem of worse state of mind than myself at the moment."
The length of his sentence made you look over your shoulder. He suddenly wasn't so far away from you, and you didn't know how to respond, surprise and shock winning you over.
"Mm, I might just…"
He pointed at the bench, implying you should continue there, ingeniously passing you the spotlight, something you didn't plan on having. Did he do that often? You doubted so. How many people converse with him on a weekly basis anyways?
'Just some average nobody', you've overheard the employees today, 'He's kind of weird, in my opinion. Does he creep you out a bit, or is it just me?'
Before you knew it, you were seated next to each other. Both hunched forward, leaning against your knees, sharing your lunch. Yet mostly in silence. You'd steal glances at Larry, him patiently chewing, perhaps savoring it. He hadn't looked at you once.
"What is it?", he asked after a few minutes, taking a
small sip.
"Huh?"
"You seem like you want to say something."
So he's been paying attention.
"I've asked you before, though. However, I get now that you prefer not mentioning it."
"It's not just that, is it?"
"Now I myself am not sure whether I'd want to talk about that."
"And why not?"
"You might not be too thrilled to hear it", were you really brave enough to shoot your shot?
Rejection didn't sound desirable, but as things were going, it seemed like the most plausible scenario. You didn't know what to expect otherwise.
He sighed again:
"It's alright. Go for it, I suppose. What's the worst that can happen?"
"Look at you, reading my mind. Been wondering the same", you fiddled with your thumbs nervously.
Larry just shrugged.
You continued with a laugh:
"I know we don't know each other that well, but I'd really like to get to know you better, if that's alright with you."
"What?", his expression drastically changed from before, into a mix of astonishment and badly suppressed joy.
His chest rose and fell more dynamically while he was struggling to find convenient words. He started stuttering, not sure where and how to start answering.
You yourself were taken aback, relieved to see him so innocently vulnerable. Your heartbeat picked up its pace.
Darn it all.
Your hand enveloped his, giving it a firm squeeze in an attempt to snap him out of that nerve wracking state.
"It's alright! Sorry if I upset you too much, it wasn't intentional."
He blinked at you, his grip ever so slightly tightening as well.
Your other hand was shaking, which you weren't aware of, the tingling in your legs becoming too much to bear.
All of it stopped the moment he regained his composure, your small smile replaced by a grin so wide you thought your cheeks would hurt for the next few hours:
"D-Do you want to go have dinner with me after work…?", it wasn't an upbeat kind of voice, yet you had seen through it, confirming that he was just as eager.
"I would absolutely love that", then you proceeded to fantasize about sharing bites of your meal with him. Maybe seeing him smile just once.
He nodded, saying nothing else.
Well. Scratch that actually. Take it slow. He is just Larry after all.
