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[wanderersofeorzea]

LF More FFXIV RP Blogs Hey there, it's one of those posts again asking to like, reblog, comment, or whatever it is peeps ask for(I seriously don't remember) to find more rp blogs to follow, because as much as I love seeing the same four people on my dash, they need a hand!

Looking to follow... - Peeps talking about their character(s). - Sharing solo character(s) writings. - Sharing roleplays. - Prompts & asks. - Screenshots & art.

[bucking-mustangs-with-wings]

buckxbucky au idea #2:

Lone-wolf John Egan travels into a small town looking for a place to stay temporarily, the full moon only a few days away. Unbeknownst to him, the town is the territory of an established but discreet pack, led by a powerful alpha, the last of a rare bloodline of white wolves, Gale Cleven.

[wormworker]

some of y'all forget way too often that fictional characters are like... open to interpretation

[anoradraws]

The Jacket

A Guzma x Reader Short Story

Summary: You travel to the large mansion of Po Town to challenge the boss of Team Skull, Guzma, but after every grunt battles, puzzles, and other obstacles you finally arrive at his throne room at the top floor of the Shady Mansion; but once you entered, he’s not there... except for his jacket sitting on his makeshift throne.

Editor’s Note: This is kinda silly, stupid, and weird even for me, yet I wanted to write this anyway, but hey let me know what you think about it.

⚠️WARNING:⚠️Sexual preferences, explicit language, nudity; read at your own caution!

Po Town was considered one of the most dreary and miserable areas in Ula’Ula Island of Alola; nearly run down to ruins by a band of misfits known as Team Skull, who took over the town many moons ago, with the help of two leaders-- the second in command known as ‘Big Sis’ named Plumeria, and the Boss and founder of Team Skull named Guzma, who is said to be the most dangerous and threatening of the organization.

You traveled there for one purpose though: to challenge Guzma to a battle!

With help from the local police officer, and Ula’Ula Island Kahuna, Nanu, you enter through the walled gates into the decrepit town and begin your pathway to the large mansion located near the edge of the small borough, known as the Shady House, where you were told at some point during your journey is Guzma’s lair. You encounter several grunts along the way as they tried to slow you down, but you pressed onward with you head high as a Sirfetch’d ready for combat.

Finally, you arrive at the mansion; and once you stepped inside you see that it was far more dilapidated than even the town itself. With broken windows and ripped curtains, spray painted and slashed paintings hung on the walls, and several boxes stacked as walls in almost every corner of the main lobby. You didn’t hesitate as you start searching through every available room for clues as well as battled more grunts until you make your way up to the stairway to the second floor, careful to avoid the fallen chandelier as it blocked the second set of stairs of the main staircase.

You repeat the same process as the main lobby, and afterwards you manage to find an alternative route to the balcony outside. It was nearly a more dangerous tread to the other side of the building as the floor and rooftop soaked with the never-ending rain that continued to pour over the town, but carefully you were able to pass through without a scratch or otherwise.

You enter through a large window on the other side of the house after being outside for a steady but short while, and you walk through the large hallway until you finally approach a doorway at the end. In the pit of your stomach you feel this must be where Guzma is hiding; this is it, no turning back now, you take a deep breath and slowly but confidently opened the door and entered the room.

Once inside, you oddly find... no one is here, not even Guzma.

“Huh, that’s weird. Where’s Guzma?” You asked to yourself. “Usually he’d go all ‘big bad whatever’ to see me.”

It is strange; you expected a feeling of a Boss fight cutscene from a video game, but it turns out he’s not even in his room; then, out of curiosity you decide to snoop around for a while before concluding to leave and perhaps try again at a later time.

First, you noticed a large chest of lime green colored crystals called Buginium Z, an object usually given to trainers by Kahunas or Totem Pokémon after completing a trial as part of an Alolan tradition called the Island Challenge; then you rummage through the closet full of Ariados webbings and tattered clothing that looked like suits and dresses that belonged to possibly the previous owners of the mansion before it was taken over by Team Skull. You noticed the King Sized bed across the room, a large cabinet behind it filled with half empty and full bottles of liquor that seemed to be hardly touched, two safes that held the cabinet atop, and you finally spot the makeshift throne which made you roll your eyes in annoyance by how it’s set up. A large worn purple colored lay-z-boy sits atop two large flat platforms with a hallway rug underneath the furniture, two table stands sit on each corner of the platform with one of them having a laptop, and sitting on the chair sits a lone black clothing in which you suddenly took a strange interest in.

You approach the “throne” and slowly reach down to touch the cloth, but a foreboding vibe chills through your spine as a side of your mind is trying to warn you not to touch the fabric; but you ignore the ominous hints and, like a cursed artifact from a sacred temple, with delicate ease you finally pick up the apparel.

You study the clothing and realize it was a black hoodie, but not just any hoodie, it’s Guzma’s signature short sleeve hoodie with the large Team Skull logo on the back and black zig zag patterns with white backdrop on the sleeves and the sides. Whatever possessed you to hold and touch the leader’s coat is even beyond your self-conscience, yet here you are.

You hold onto the hoodie a little longer, feeling the recent warmth that lingers even within the sleeves, and at that moment-- only for that moment-- you felt a forbidden passion about the hoodie, like a warm summer breeze blowing through your hair during an outing, but you instantly shrug off the feeling and finally throw the hoodie back on the chair.

“Okay, I dunno what that was about, but I’m leaving!” you said with a final stomp toward the door to exit the room.

For some reason you stop; just as you reach up to grab the handle of the door, you oddly look back at the jacket, and then back at the door again. Rationally, you want to leave, but a more mischievous side of you is weirdly calling for that hoodie as a playful idea slowly starts to form in that messed up head of yours.

“Hmm...” You pondered and then give a devious grin. “I guess it wouldn’t really hurt to try on the jacket-- just for a little bit, at least.”

So, you unhook your backpack and set it next to the chest of Buginium Z-Crystals, and then you pick up the hoodie once more and easily slip it on, feeling the lingering warmth once again but this time it’s now shrouded around your upper body.

It was larger than you expected, understandably because Guzma himself is quite a very tall man (maybe even taller than your family member you know well of), and while you start to take a liking in wearing the jacket, another idea comes to your mind-- and now you start to mimic Guzma while standing in front of the purple colored chair.

“Oooh, lookit me, ‘I’m da Big Bad Boss who beats ya down and beats ya down and beats ya down blah blah BLAH blah BLAAAH’!” You mocked with a hearty laugh and tuned into a croaking voice to mimic Guzma’s. “’YEAH, big bad GUZMA is here‘!”

You start to run around like a preschooler, imitating Guzma’s slouching, walking, and almost every other gimmick he does to make himself look intimidating to the public’s eyes. “’I use Bug-Types because everything else SUCKS’! ‘Ya boy’s a big bad stinky rotten no good asshat with nothing else better to do than steal people’s Pokemon and knock out bus stop signs because they also SUCK’!”

You laugh and giggle, trot around and stomp around, as you continue to mimic Guzma for only a couple more minutes until you finally settle yourself on the large lay-z-boy to take a break from poking fun of the Team Skull leader. You can’t help but laugh at your jokes, but then that laughter slowly turns silent as you look around the room once more. At that point you start to feel a little lonely, well not quite Cubone lonely so to speak, but nonetheless you feel a bit empty inside.

You study the room for a few more minutes pondering to yourself of how Guzma really does feel when he’s not always ‘Big and Bad’ as he always claims. You shook your head at first as you logically feel the man’s a total menace, a danger to everyone in Alola, and yet... there was something more about him than even you don’t know about. For a moment, you actually felt sorry for him; why it is, you don’t know, and as you try to shake off the feeling it wouldn’t go away. 

The way you taunt him earlier starts to slightly haunt you, almost feeling bad for even poking fun of him, and that’s when you look down at the jacket once more. The hoodie feels so warm around you, with his scent still lingering in the fabric; musty with some hints of a mild cologne brand, and some cocoa. It was a very odd smell, but you seemed to take a liking to it, making you flush a pretty shade of rose on your face.

Admittedly, when you first met Guzma back at Malie Gardens, you thought him as a very terrifying man with the way he talks smack and scares the living daylights out of everyone around him, but over time you weirdly wanted to know him more, as you secretly developed a slight crush on him, that is until one day when the grunts kidnapped a little girl’s Yungoos from the Aether House and you had to go through Hell and back to retrieve the poor thing and take it back to the child. This is actually your second trip to Po Town to be honest, as you felt enough is enough of Team Skull’s harassment among Alola, and wanted to battle Guzma to force him and his gang to pack up and leave.

That was the original plan at first...

However, as of tonight, Guzma’s not at the mansion, and as far as the grunts you battled earlier, are still hanging out at the house but they’re actually not even noticing you’re in Guzma’s room, wearing his jacket and sitting on his throne.

After taking some time to look back on your thoughts, you start to sit back more on the throne to take a little comfort to yourself. You start to feel a slight breeze in the room, probably coming from the cracks of the main doorway, and you feel cold until you pull Guzma’s jacket closer and tighter to you. Then you feel the passion from earlier come back to you, now more alleviating than before, and for some reason you feel like his presence is slowly wrapped around you, keeping you warm, soothing, and loving.

You cuddle within the hoodie a little more, smelling his scent ever so tenderly to your warmth, and that’s when you start to feel a heat inside you, a wanting feeling, even with Guzma’s hoodie dressed on you.

Without thinking, but at the same time you wanted to, you take off your regular clothes and set them next to your backpack against the chest of Buginium Z-Crystals, leaving nothing but your panties on.

You wrap Guzma’s hoodie ever so tightly yet comfortably around your upper body, ignoring the breeze flowing through your bare legs; the lingering smell of Guzma still wafts against your face, and the fabric shrouds you ever so tenderly like he was really hugging you. Then, as you keep stroking the hoodie with gentility, you slowly reach your hand into your panties, imagining it’s Guzma’s as you start to rub against your clit, pleasuring yourself to the thoughts of Guzma all around you while you wear the hoodie like it were hypnotizing you.

After a few minutes, you hardly hear the door of the throne room creak open as you were starting to feel a climax coming soon, and at that moment, that’s when you hear his voice.

“Wow, this is a new one!”

You finally snap out of your masturbating trance after hearing that deep but familiar voice, accidentally scratching your clit with one of your fingernails; you whimper by the graze, despite not being as painful, as you quickly turn around with your legs both feeling a little like jelly and keeping your nether regions covered despite wearing the panties; you also wrap the hoodie very tightly to hide your bare breasts, and finally you see him in the flesh, straight and tall, with a befuddled look about his face-- Guzma!

“OH ARCEUS!!!” You panicked at Guzma’s unexpected arrival. “G-Guzma, I-I did-- I-It’s not what it looks like, I mean-- I didn’t mean-- I-I can explain--”

You feel so mortified by this moment as you feel your whole body flush red, getting caught by the one person you were starting to develop feelings for, and even worst of it all is you’re still wearing his hoodie.

Guzma continues to stare you down with a deep stupefied look on his face after catching you masturbating in the middle of the room with his coat on; at the same time however, in all the months he’s come to know you since your first encounter back at Malie Gardens, he’s definitely surprised to see a daring and freaky side of you, especially in this current predicament.

“I go down to help a couple of the grunts move a sleeping Snorlax from the swimming pool for a couple hours,” He cries with an annoyed tone. “and now I find (Y/N) here, rubbing one out in the middle of MY room, wearing MY jacket like the horny slut she is! This is definitely something I’d never expect from a goody-two-shoes teacher’s pet like you, that’s for sure!”

At this point you just want to get out of this house, go back to your home, and hide beneath thirty blankets on your bed for the rest of your life after what you had just done. You couldn’t help it, somehow you were in the mood, and you didn’t want the moment to stop. Very weird and wrong, especially for you but face it, deep down you actually want Guzma, you never felt anything like this for him or anyone beforehand; now, you just don’t know what to think of anymore or make any excuse to get yourself out of this moment, and perhaps not even Guzma would want to see you the same way again.

“I... I-I’m so sorry...” You apologized as your whole body is still blushed in embarrassment. “I’ll go ahead and leave now, I’m sorry this happened.”

However, as you turned your back to head to the chest of Z-Crystals to get your belongings, Guzma grabs you by the arm and pulls you a little close to him. He looks over you like a leaning tower, studying you and quite frankly admiring you in your current state. 

He chuckles slightly and gives you a sinister grin on his face. “Don’t get me wrong, now I know you couldn’t have just come here to mess with my stuff, but since you’re here anyway and.. I hate to admit... you look pretty cute in my hoodie.”

Your face blushes even redder as Guzma confessed his interest in you; then you smirked nervously and you feel a warming comfort through your skin.

Then, Guzma’s smile widens as he spoke once more. “But... there is one thing that doesn’t go with that jacket.”

“What’s that?” You asked.

Guzma leans closer to your ear and whispered. “Your panties... Take them off.”

Your eyes widen as you thought he must’ve seen your underwear while you try to hide the rest of your body with his coat, but after a moment with your thoughts, you surrender to Guzma’s command and easily take off your panties and push them aside, now fully nude but with Guzma’s jacket still clinging around your upper body.

Guzma gives a lustful look in his eyes as he reaches out to you once more. “Now, c’mere!” 

Guzma pulls you in and finally locks his lips against yours, slipping his tongue inside between the wet and slobbery smooches you both take in. You and Guzma make out for the next few minutes until Guzma picks you up in a bridal fashion and takes you over to the bed, laying you flat on your back and once you hit the mattress the jacket you’re still wearing bounces open to reveal your full nude body for Guzma to gaze in awe as he climbs over you.

“Damn, you’re hotter than I imagined,” Guzma compliments as he dives to your neck and starts nibbling at the base of your skin.

You and Guzma make out a little more until he starts feeling up your breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples, and suckling them while you grasp a hand between the locks of Guzma’s soft, messy, white hair, and breathing out a few gasps and moans in between. Shortly, Guzma makes his way down slowly and tenderly across your stomach, kissing every part until he reaches your thighs; he sits up and takes off his white shirt and throws it to the floor, and then he takes your thighs and spreads them apart, revealing your already wet, shaved nether regions.

Licking his lips, Guzma takes another dive and goes straight to your clitoris, drubbing and engulfing the sensitive area, making you mewl in ways you’ve never experienced before, which at one point made Guzma look up at you to see your squirming in ecstasy, making his eyes glint in delight. In between laps, Guzma reaches a finger into your entrance, thrusting and touching all your more delicate expanse, making you all the more wetter for him, and more eager for his performance.

“Think you can take on my cock now, baby?” Guzma teased as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. 

Hesitantly, you nodded with your eyes bleary in lust, and you whole body already in motion to take anything the Big, Bad Boss will give you at this point.

“Good.” He grins; eyes glowing with desire and his smile as wide as a mischievous Gengar.

Guzma strips of the remaining clothing he had on, slipping out his already hardened cock, which is far larger than even you had imagined, and in a moment he finally yet gently slips inside your entrance. Slowly, he gets you used to the feeling of him inside you while thrusting back and forth, making you groan in delight of this moment; shortly, he begins to take you a little faster and teasing you with more kisses and bites to your upper body.

Both Guzma and you touch your foreheads for a minute as Guzma grinds faster into your pussy, stretching you and filling you with every inch of his cock; you yell his name in the air, begging for more, and he teases you once again while cupping your breasts to rub them in between each pound he takes to you.

“Ahh fuck... fuck, you’re so good! I’m gonna... almost...” Guzma pants as he nears his climax, while at the same time you also reach for yours while holding onto his upper body with your arms, clinging for dear life while Guzma fucks you to oblivion.

You yell out his name once more, and he yells for yours, and finally the both of you cum, both your heads throttle back in the wake of your climax as Guzma fills you with his seed and your juices squirm out alongside his slick dick. Both you and Guzma shortly collapse atop each other on the mattress, taking in each other’s bodies closer in an afterglow cuddle and gazing into each others’ eyes. You and Guzma make out slowly and tenderly once more, taking in another moment to yourselves until Guzma pulls out of you and relaxes himself to take another breather for himself as he lies next to you.

You also relax from the exhilaration of the lustrous intercourse you and Guzma had gone through, not even realizing the jacket your still wearing, but you also gladly didn’t take it off through the whole event. In a while afterwards, you roll yourself atop Guzma’s chest, laying your head about to hear his soothing heartbeat as you rest while Guzma wraps and arm around your shoulder in comfort. Both you and Guzma ease yourselves in a pleasant cuddle, until Guzma breaks the ice once more.

“So... What was that earlier about knocking out bus stop signs because they suck?”

At that moment, your eyes widen in shock; you had forgotten about your mocking Guzma earlier, while pretending to be him as you wear his hoodie. You look up at him and gave him a nervous chuckle, along with a very timid crooked smirk, realizing that Guzma had possibly overheard your previous insults about him before all the sexual pleasures you and Guzma endured.

Something tells you this was going to be a long night.

[ellenofteamcealverse]

I drew this a while back of Star of Team Cealverse's character named Winter for a solo project they're making.

[sunshinerainbowsandlollipops]

"Do you write for work or fun?"

Neither. No I write for my readers. I write for the characters that want their stories told. I write for the worlds that go unseen. I write to show others what I want to see. I write stories for the people that never got to write their own.

[teitomonogatari]

when people say "enough stories about the human condition" like.

all stories are about the human condition!!!!!!! all art is about the human condition!!!! everything we create is about the human condition because we are so so so desperately human

ancient paintings in caves are about the human condition. the epic of gilgamesh is about the human condition. stories made a million years from now will be about the human condition

we are humans making art and all the art made by humans bleeds of humanity. do you get it? do you fucking get it?????

[justp34chy]

considering writing a Briar fic perhaps

[etfrin]

idk where I got the courage to write an aftg fanfic because Neil and Andrew are both such unique and complex characters and every time I make them talk or make them do something I am like WOULD THEY DO IT!? WOULD THEY? i am so afraid of writing them fr, and I feel so scared whenever I make them interact with my oc because what if it's not like them to do that??? All I can do is suck it up because I am trying my best and idk what else to do— because I want to keep writing my story and I went them in it and I want them to be themselves and it's scary because what if I am changing them to my will?? But characters are up to interpretations because even tho an author writes them, a reader will see what they want to see, so my writing of Neil and Andrew will never be truly accurate so that's scary af because I love them as they're

[waspgrave]

in my haze of creative depression (which was exacerbated by a group from the wayhaven fandom c: and some former irl friends) I forgot how to do just about anything regarding it, which includes having the confidence for posting my stuff. So it’s going to take so much for me to not impulse delete anything once i start posting it again

Thanks everyone for sticking around and to those who have been encouraging 💖

[alovelyburn]

This became ranting halfway through so feel free to delete/ignore.

Related to recent discussion but not necessarily confined to Berserk. Lately I've just disliked calling antagonists or characters I write 'evil' at all. I tried introducing a new OC of mine to an acquaintance once and their immediate question was 'are they good or evil'?

What does it matter! Are you banned from liking them if they're evil? What if their morality and actions are too complex to sum up in a good-or-evil dichotomy? What if they begin as a hero and undergo a corruption arc? What if they begin as a villain and undergo an atonement arc? What if I just made them for a cutesy slice-of-life comic where the stakes are so low there don't need to be heroes and villains? What if they're super ambiguous and there are no right answers about their morality? And again, even if they were evil, does that somehow prevent you from liking them?

I just feel like labelling my characters as 'evil' makes them more boring, or misleads certain audiences into thinking the story will go a certain direction when it won't. I like putting my villains through redemption arcs and my heroes through corruption arcs. Not to mention how... I am a weird writer who has to understand my villain and what they desire and why they do what they do completely before I can make them do anything. I can't just have them kicking puppies for funsies, that just causes my brain to stutter to a halt and go 'but... what's the point of this????? to what end???'

I dunno. Maybe I'm too idealistic?

But overall I just. Find evil-for-the-sake-of-evil villains so unbelievably boring. They feel more plot device than character, and the longer they spend on-screen, the more I start to get bored by them. They can catalyze fun situations but they just... don't feel interesting. Griffith, and other villains and ambiguous characters who fandom tends to flatten, is more fun and interesting as a deeply flawed person than as Secretly Satan Incarnate All Along.

So one of the conversations I used to get into a lot during my days with the DC Fandom was this idea of Evil Villains, right like... people complaining that all the villains these days have tragic pasts and aren't just evil for the sake of being evil anymore.

This is also a complaint a friend of mine had when Aizen's motivations came out in Bleach back in the day - she was disappointed that he wasn't just a power hungry bastard. And then Gin's motivations came out and she was even more unhappy about that.

And this is one of those things that I'm never going to understand, I think. In part just because I think in most cases, characters who can be easily labeled as "evil" are kind of, you know, boring just like you said. They're flat. This isn't definitely all the time absolutely true, but it is I think true as a general rule, at least to me. It's also not realistic. Even the most evil people in history weren't sitting around like, yes today I will grease and twist my mustache and go out there and be Evil.

Fiction being fiction sometimes you can sometimes get away with it, I think, but that's the other thing: IMO when you do have a character who can be described as evil by nature, just evil - a Joker, or a Darkseid, that kind of thing - their absolute pointless malevolence pops more when they are a rarity. If you consider every character being plotted somewhere on a hypothetical graph where their point is placed at the intersection of the reasonableness of their goal and the tactics they use to get those things done, I feel like very few characters should be like... at the all-for-nothing extremes right like, if you have a character that's at 0 on reasonableness and 100 on extremity of tactics you've created an Absolute Monster, which may or may not be what you're going for but something that extreme should really stand out in my personal opinion. It shouldn't be just like one heartless monster in a crowd of thousands, that makes them less memorable and honestly it makes the story less memorable because one absolute monster can be chilling but a crowd is so over the top as to be unbelievable.

All of which is a long long winded way of getting around to, yeah I agree with you. I don't really think it's too idealistic - I mean I think the same thing and I'm a cynical realist so. Rather, I think the tendency to imagine that people who do awful things do those things because it's just fun to cause pain or even "because they're evil" is a little reductive. Everyone has motivations - some are better than others, but everyone has them.

On the subject of whether a character being evil means you can't like them, though, I think to some people the answer to that is "Yes..." but the thing is, I'm not really sure if I believe them. Is that actually a thing? Because in my experience when I actually talked to them a lot of the time I ended up feeling like that's not true, they just frame "liking" the character differently because Morals.

It's like all the people who are like, "I don't understand how anyone could like Griffith, I mean sure maybe if you like him as an interesting character and a well-constructed villain but how do you LIKE HIM?" Because I'm not sure what they think Griffith fans actually mean when they say they like Griffith, but it's usually something like "what a well-constructed and fascinating character." Speaking for myself, anyway, I just don't feel obligated to put up "BUT ONLY AS A VILLAIN YOU GUYS" disclaimer up when I say it.

[anoradraws]

Z-Move with a Price (Part 5)

My first attempt at a P.O.V short story; hope you enjoy!

Summary: ‘While a battle you were forced to engage in pursues, your Z-Move attempt has mysteriously backfired... and now you have to pay for the consequences.’

⚠️WARNING:⚠️ Explicit language, mild violence and gore, slight sexual preferences. Read at your own caution.

It’s been pushing a week since you’ve been practically imprisoned at the Pokémon Center with Guzma as your warden, keeping you as his own personal prisoner while Golisopod is still undergoing an extensive but excruciating surgery. However, that didn’t mean Guzma was going to take his punishments towards you to a minimum; he would make up ideas to make you feel miserable, embarrassed, and repentant.

For instance, every morning when you wake up, you find Guzma’s Ariados crawling atop your body until its face is nearly right up against yours, triggering your arachnophobia as you jump out of bed and crawl to the nearest corner of the room; your whole body turns pale as a ghost as you try to shoo the Ariados away from you until your Bulbasaur would come to the rescue to calm you and wave the Ariados off. Guzma would laugh at your fear, knowing to use your phobia as a form of punishment, which would make both you and your Bulbasaur angry at him, and rightfully so, but sometimes Guzma would also comfort you afterwards but only a little bit so he’d give you a little more time to suffer.

Sometimes during the afternoons, you decided to offer some volunteer work to help some of the staff of the Pokémon Center when you’re not working on research for your Professors or to just keep yourself busy. Often times though, Guzma is always by your side to make things worse, especially in or around the public. Case in point, you were assisting with your Gengar, Ray, who would help you with the volunteer work, in taking care of Pokémon sent by their trainers at the Daycare area of the Pokémon Center, and while you send Ray to grab some supplies from another room, a local news station visits the Pokémon Center to report a story on daily care at the Daycare area when they notice your presence while you continued to help the staff. They start to interview you as they recognize you as Kukui’s research assistant so you’re used to some of the public attention with that; later in the discussion however, they start to ask you what the deal is with Team Skull being suddenly surrounded around the Pokémon Center which in turn made you a little nervous but not before the reporter who started the conversations asked you about rumors being spread around town, talking about your sudden involvement with the gang and how you’re possibly even under the supposed ‘union’ of you and Guzma. You try your best to explain your reasons for being at the Center, but left out a few more truthful bombs of how the whole Team Skull ordeal is because of your battle against Guzma and his Golisopod to begin with, resulting in the Z-Move backfire which continues to haunt you. Until a while later, you feel a chill in the air like it’s the ninth circle of Hell while continuing to talk with the reporter, and that’s when Guzma takes a coil of his arm around your neck like an Arbok on its prey, and he pulls you close to his chest while he stares down at the news crew with his usual arrogant personality. He starts to tell them off with a little white lie, saying how you decide to go on further exploration with the baddest boy in Alola, and then he does the most humiliating stunt possible: he licks the entire side of your face, and nibbles at your cheek, grossing both you and the news crew out, with the camera man recording every second of it. It was enough to make the company leave, but embarks the reporter to think this act could raise ratings at the station once the story is published, which at that moment you try to persuade the team otherwise and tell them what was going on between you and Guzma, but the newscaster has already left. At that point you knew your reputation is ruined, thanks to Guzma and his selfish antics to make you look terrible.

At night, the punishments get a little more personal. One evening, for example, you return to the complex after a long day of assisting the staff with window cleaning, you find Guzma already in the room waiting for you, standing in front of the large overview window with a sinful grin on his face. He gestures a ‘come here’ towards you with a slow wave of his index finger, signaling you to approach him. Without arguing you set your things to the nearest chair and head towards your captor; he starts massaging your shoulders as he felt you were of course tired from the work with the staff, but after a couple minutes to relax you he pulls out the handcuffs he’d keep in his pockets and starts to tie your wrists behind your back. Then he roughly pushes you onto the bed, landing your upper body softly on the mattress, until you see Guzma momentarily sit next to you from the edge of your face, and that’s when he pulls you back up by the hood of your shirt, causing you to lightly choke a bit as Guzma takes your upper body and lays you across his lap. He positions you to arch your bottom up, rubbing your back as a way to let you get a little more comfortable, but not before he starts to feel your butt cheeks in the palm of his one hand while holding you down on his lap with the other. Your face already flushes with destitution as you figure where this is going next; so you brace yourself to face your next punishment as Guzma begins smacking your ass, like a disobedient child being punished by their parent. This went on for the next few minutes, while in between swats you almost feel yourself getting turned on, and you didn’t want to of course, and even Guzma felt a slight twinge as he felt an erection build up but his main focus of course was to discipline you like an old-fashioned parent. Finally, you take in the multiple pains of being chastised by Guzma with your eyes almost swelling with tears but it didn’t make you fully break out to cry; then Guzma throws you back onto the bed, leaving you cuffed while he climbs over top of you and starts to oddly cuddle against you but then he cups a hand steadily around your neck, almost like he was getting ready to choke you but in the back of your head you took it as more of a warning for you to not back out from him again like you’ve tried to do in the past. He gives you his usual cocky grin, showing no regrets of what he’s done to you before he would lay his head on your shoulder and close his eyes, until you follow suite shortly afterwards, submitting yourself to tonight’s daily affliction.

So basically, that’s your schedule of punishments: arachnophobia in the mornings, public humiliations in the afternoons, and private deprivations at night. Some were harsh, some were only slightly amusing, and some were just so shameful you often wish you’d just die. All because you nearly killed Golisopod with a backfired Z-Move; you hate the reminder, but deep down you do regret performing the move back at Malie City a few days ago, and you want to sorely make up for it... somehow... and without being punished for it at least.

----- End Interlude -----

One day you were hand feeding some grapes to Guzma at the lobby area of the Pokemon Center, going through another public humiliation as bystanders and other spectators either noticed or ignored you, with most of them hearing about you being Kukui’s assistant, and also how rumors spread that you got together with Team Skull, hooked up with the Boss, or just abandoned your Pokémon journey. Most of the talk was of course not true to your end, but you’re only with Guzma by his deal he made after the battle rematch he talked you into, but even then you still don't know how much longer you'll stand being with Guzma in general, even if Golisopod may recover from the surgery.

While you fed another grape to Guzma, as he lays his head on your lap like a pillow, Guzma takes your hand after eating the grape, and starts to suckle on your fingers and kisses them with a strange passion in his eyes. This attracted a couple bystanders across you two, who were dropping off a Hypno to the Daycare area for the afternoon, when they noticed the display Guzma put on. You blushed very nervously and quivered after shaking Guzma's saliva off you, seeing the onlookers mutter under their breath as they apparently have heard of you and the shenanigans going on between you and Guzma. You give a heavy sigh, knowing 'great, more insane humiliation stories about me and Guzma'; afterwards you shake off another set of disappointed eyes and resumed to be ‘slave’ for Guzma. Even your Bulbasaur, Toothless, who's laying next to your hips, hides his face in shame after Guzma embarrassed you.

"Y'know (Y/N), I've been thinking," Guzma says after a moment to himself and another piece of grape fed to him. "These past few days we've been together, having some fun with you and getting to know you a little more, I feel maybe... we should hook up after all."

You shudder by Guzma's suggestion but he continues with a cackle in his voice. "I mean I know I said you're mine after our deal, but I'm thinking we should begin something new together, y'know? If I'm being honest, I'm actually starting to like you. Whaddya say? Wanna take this relationship to a new level, and start fresh?"

This time you stood your ground; being punished like this is one thing, but actually being in a real relationship with Guzma (if there ever is one) is a whole other level even you don't want to tread for.

"I'd rather kiss a Garbodor than lay my lips anywhere near your sorry ass!" You objected.

When you spoke your stance you thought at that moment he was going to make another threatening comment like he’d often do whenever you defend yourself. Instead, Guzma chuckles, giving you a wider grin on his face while he slowly brushes his fingers across your cheeks. “Heh, it was just a thought honestly; I’m in no rush really, but if you ever change your mind, my door’s always open for you.”

You sat with a confused but disgusted look, but decide not to argue further or even think about Guzma’s offer to you.

Shortly, while you continue to feed grapes to Guzma, your Toothless starts to act strange; he whimpers and nudges against your hips, trying to grab your attention.

“Toothless? What’s wrong buddy?” You asked as you noticed the unusual behavior in Toothless’s movements. You look up and notice someone talking to some of the staff around the lobby, as though they were looking for something, or someone for that matter. Somehow, you actually recognize the figure as your face begins to turn pale as you cried.

“Oh no!!! Sven?!? W-What’s he doing here?!?” You cried to yourself as you suddenly push Guzma off your lap, making him yelp as he lands on the floor; then you grab and hold tight of Toothless in your arms, and then you jump over the bench to hide yourself and your Bulbasaur from the sights of this mysterious ‘Sven’.

Frustrated, Guzma recovers himself from the push and leans over the bench to find you and Toothless in hiding. “The fuck’s gotten into you, you’re not done with your punishment yet sweetheart!” He cried with an aggravated tone.

“Y’know it’s bad enough I gotta deal with you, ya big Oranguru, but of all places, Sven has to be here!” You grind your teeth without making too much of a loud commotion as you hold Toothless tight in your arms as you didn’t want to let him go.

“Who the fuck is Sven?” Guzma asked with an annoyed tone.

“You see that short, lanky, smug-ass prick wearing that black vest and camo cargo pants?” 

Guzma looks back over and sees the figure you were describing; this Sven character looks about 5′10″ in height, lanky like you said but with a hint of firm muscle (probably from training with his Pokémon most of the time), light brown short spiked hair with a widow’s peak, creamy blue eyes, and goatee cut around the jawline. He definitely looked like trouble when he started to talk smack around the Team Skull grunts that continue to watch over and guard the building.

You explained while continuing to cradle your Toothless in your arms. “He and I are rivals... well, used to be... back in the day when Team Rocket first took over some parts of Johto; at the same time his dad is a trades dealer in Pokémon with unique abilities far rarer than the average.”

Still confused by the whole Sven ordeal, Guzma asked. “And what’s that have to do...?”

“Ever since he partnered with his father, he’s trying to take my Toothless away; because... well, (sigh) Toothless can produce an edible pollen from his bulb that’s both good for every day teas and medicinal purpose. I found this out by accident and just kept it to myself, but somehow Sven found out about it, and he’s trying to get Toothless and use him as a catalyst to produce that pollen.”

“Bulba...” Toothless coos, worried as well of the possible fate lying before him.

Your eyes softly begin to well up with tears but you push them back while you cuddle your Bulbasaur to keep him safe and out of Sven’s notice, while Guzma continues to lean over the bench with a slight disinterest by the way he leans his head against his hand as he listens to your story, but internally a hint of his conscience is aggravating him to finally come to his senses, and maybe help you this time.

“I know you don’t really care about any of this,” You said with a small whimper in your voice while keeping on the downlow so no one else could hear you but Guzma. “But I don’t want Sven to get a hold of Toothless; he’s been with me since I first chose him back in Kanto! He’s not just my partner, you know, he’s my best friend, my support Pokémon, my brother, everything (sniffle)!”

Suddenly, some harsh comments were coming from between Sven and Plumeria, who had a couple of the grunts try to push him back from entering further into the lobby with Sven yelling out. “I’ll have you know that that Bulbasaur is worth more than whatever you bullies are even doing here at the Pokémon Center! I demand you let me speak to (Y/N) at once so I can finally make a deal with her!”

“Look, you wanna talk to (Y/N), you’re gonna have to get through the Boss.” Plumeria said with a steady but annoyed voice.

“I just can’t believe (Y/N) would have the gall to run away to Alola just to-- hook up with some gangster criminal! That’s a new low for her to be honest even though she claims she’d never get involved with wretched scum-- especially the shit she and I used to go through with Team Rocket!”

You grumbled in embarrassment after hearing Sven say that as you mumbled. “Nngh... I dunno what’s worse, being insulted by my former rival, or being punished by a punk Boss.”

Guzma commented with chuckle in his voice. “So this Sven guy’s been on your nerves forever, huh? Heh, and here I thought you’re the perfect goody-two-shoes Kukui’s so fondly proud of.”

“Nothing’s always as it seems, yeah; but hell, it’s not like this is gonna change your mind about me since I’m still your prisoner and all.”

“... Mmm... How would you know?”

There was a surprise pause between you and Guzma; you took that moment and thought of what he just said. What did he mean by that? Shortly, you look up at Guzma who gives you his signature grin, but this one felt a little... reassuring, like he has a plan. Then you heard him once more.

“Wait right there.” Then Guzma stands from the bench and starts to walk over to where the grunts, Plumeria, and Sven are located.

“It’s the Boss!” One of the grunts notice Guzma approaching. “He has graced us with his presence!” Then some of the grunts step aside as Guzma walks toward Plumeria and Sven.

“Alright, what’s all this talk about a Bulbasaur?” Guzma asked, pretending to not know about you or your Bulbasaur. “Last I checked, there’re no Bulbasaurs here in Alola.”

Plumeria explains what she and Sven were arguing over so far. “This shrimp here says (Y/N)’s got a Bulbasaur that’s worth more than even your Golisopod.”

“Is that so? Why’re you so interested, huh? Aren’t there any other Bulbasaurs you should be looking for yourself?”

“Not this one;” Sven explained as he frees himself from one of the larger grunts that was holding him back. Then Sven starts to take out some old pictures from his small satchel bag and shows Guzma not only your Bulbasaur, but small events of you and Sven battling each other, and a couple newspaper clips attached talking about some Team Rocket incidents, all before his departure in his father’s business and your separation in traveling for Pokémon research.

“(Y/N)’s Bulbasaur happens to be a very special one,” Sven continued. “He can produce a very unique pollen from his bulb that can be useful for medicine and possibly other everyday sources; and that’s why I have to have him!”

Guzma gives back Sven’s old memories, but gives him a glare as he spoke. “Oh yeah? If this little guy matters that much to you... what’s in it for Team Skull?”

Hearing that last question, you shudder as a dreadful shadow starts to lurk over you while you thought. Is he serious?!? Your Bulbasaur also worries as he whimpers softly to you. Even Plumeria gives a confused but worried look after hearing her boss ask of Team Skull’s involvement.

“Well, I figure a group of rascals like you would be typical when it comes to payment.” Sven remarks as he pulls out a checkbook from his satchel. “Tell you what, if you do get a chance to find (Y/N) and her Bulbasaur, I’ll be sure to pay you very handsomely.”

Guzma pauses at the idea, then replies shortly. “... How much are we talking?”

“Heh! Well, I’ll be happy to offer...” Sven replies while he starts writing off a check in his little booklet. “...  ₽500,000. I can pay you in advance if you like.”

The grunts were feeling surprised by Sven’s offer, and even some of the spectators around the Pokémon Center were feeling very anguished throughout the whole scene. Sven hands Guzma the check; Guzma studies the paper carefully with slight interest and reads the numbers over and over. Could Guzma really sell your Bulbasaur to your former rival, even as part of his punishments to you?

Plumeria looks over at Guzma, wondering if he would really do this, especially to hurt you after your accident with Golisopod. Her concerned look grows wider, and momentarily she asks him with a soft voice. “Guzma... a-are you sure about this?! I know (Y/N)’s done so much wrong, but isn’t this a bit... much?”

Guzma studies the check awhile longer, then he looks back at Sven who starts to give a greedy smirk on his face, and shortly Guzma goes back to reading the check again.

Meanwhile, you take a peak at what was happening, and at that moment you duck back down behind the bench once more, your eyes starting to fill with tears and tremendous aches of horror slowly builds up inside you. Toothless whimpers softly to you, also fearing that he may be sold soon. You hold tight onto Toothless, tears already starting to fall down your cheeks with so many thoughts swimming through your head now. He wouldn’t do this! He can’t do this!! Am I really this bad to deserve this?!?

“No!! Oh Arceus, please, no!!!” You cried but kept your whimpers and sobs to a low tone.

After a couple more minutes of studying the check, Guzma looks up at Sven one more time, but then he gives his usual devious grin, which gave Sven the idea that Guzma has finally come to an agreement that made him smile a little wider. Guzma follows Sven’s nods, but then something happens...

Guzma tears up the check!

Sven’s grin dies off, feeling something was truly off as he gulps in worry. “...Uh...”

Instantaneously, Guzma grabs Sven by the collar of his vest and lifts him up off the ground, now giving him a more threatening expression as his voice starts to echo violently in the air, which even made almost the entirety of the Pokémon Center shake in fear.

“LISTEN UP YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT; IF I CATCH YOU COMING WITHIN TEN FEET OF MY GIRL, OR ANY OF HER POKÉMON, I’LL MAKE YOU REGRET YOU’VE EVER SET FOOT IN ALOLA!!! YOU GOT THAT?!?!”

At that moment, your eyes perk up in the most baffled expression you’ve ever made while you whispered. “--What just happened?”

While Guzma continues his threats, Sven’s entire body turns ghostly white by Guzma’s uproar, his skin shuddering in the most intense of terror he’s never felt before as he tries to talk his way out of this situation. “B-B-- B-But I thought-- the Bulbasaur, he’s--”

Guzma pushes Sven back to the floor and looms over him as he continued while clutching his fists. “Now get out of here before I start tearing you a new one!!!”

Then, one of the larger grunts cracks his knuckles at Sven, with three other grunts following suite to threaten your ex-rival more while chanting and making their signature hand gestures.

“Yo, yo, you better do what Guzma says, yo!”

“That’s right, you don’t mess with the Boss, yo!”

“Don’t mess with the Boss Queen either, yo!”

With immense dread in his eyes, Sven scurries himself across the main lobby of the Pokémon Center, and finally runs out the door in the worst fear possible.

All of Team Skull praised Guzma for his righteous actions, which even surprised Plumeria as she complimented with a grin. “I knew you wouldn’t stoop that low to punish (Y/N) like that. I’m glad you rejected that shrimp’s offer.”

“What can I say, even your boy’s got limits when it comes to deals and Pokémon.” Guzma cackled without any hint of regret in his voice. “And speaking of pets...”

Guzma turns around and sees you stood up over the bench where you had been hiding; both you and Toothless show a severe look of shock like a couple of cartoon characters turned into a popular meme, almost unable to piece together of what just happened. Momentarily, Guzma walks back over to you and you and Toothless come out of hiding; Guzma looks down at you, noticing the tears on your cheeks which start to dry up, but you ignore them as you still pondered to the event that just occurred.

“... Y-You just... saved Toothless... you know that, right?” You stuttered lightly while you continue to hold your Bulbasaur in your arms.

Guzma keeps a smile on his face, with a hint of tenderness while he gently wipes the tears off your cheeks as he comforts you with a soft voice now. “Just because you deserve every punishment I throw at you, doesn’t always mean your Pokémon should get involved. I’ve got limits too y’know.”

Then Guzma pets Toothless while he continues to wipe off the tears on your cheeks as he spoke to him. “Don’t worry Tooths, your boy’s got your back.”

Toothless grins and gives a soft coo to Guzma, feeling grateful for Guzma’s actions. “Bulba!”

After Guzma finishes comforting you and Toothless, you sit back down on the bench with Toothless sitting next to your hips once again. You spoke once more, feeling you at least owe him on this one.

“Seriously, I-I... I don’t know how I can even thank you for this.”

“Well...” Guzma replies as he picks up the batch of grapes from the bench you were feeding him earlier, and then he positions his head back onto your lap while dangling the grapes in front of you. “... You still have these grapes to keep feeding to me for starters.”

You let out a large sigh, remembering that you still have to go through your afternoon punishment despite what had just occurred. Then as you resumed your duty, Guzma suggests once more. “And eh... about that offer I suggested awhile ago; you and me getting a fresh start on something more. What do you say to that now?”

You still don’t really see that happening in the near future, but for now you replied. “... I’ll eh... I’ll think about it. How’s that?”

“Hm... Not exactly what I wanted to hear, but since you’re stuck with me awhile longer anyway, I’ll let it slide. Don’t take too long though, I want to know before Golisopod’s surgery is finished.”

“Sure. And eh... thank you Guzma, really... thanks.”

“... Don’t sweat it babygirl.”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 (You are here)| Part 6 | Epilogue 

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