#guzma x male grunt

[pokemonvillainadventures]

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Guzma x Burnt Out Reader

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When Burn Out Strikes, Take a Stroll Why Dontcha?

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"Auuuugghhhh"

The loud disgruntled moans soon followed by the antsy shaking of your body indicated one thing. You were bored out of your ass. On days you had missions being a Team Skull Grunt was loads of fun. Well if you consider beating up the locals and running from the law as a means of a good time. However, on any other given day, sitting in your shared room, as the rain continues to pour outside as it always did, boredom would come back to haunt you.

Plenty of other grunts would share the feeling and thus over time the grunts would eventually come up with their own "boredom busters" to help pass the time. "Sleeping" and "eating" were the first ideas to be tact onto this unwritten list. A true testament to the sheer creativity that oozes out of these teens and young adults alike. When those ideas came and went, to no ones surprise, more "adventurous" ideas entered the scene.

Laying on your bed your roommates would soon notice your fidgeting body. And so ideas would be thrown around left and right to try and help you overcome todays trial of restlessness.

A young pink haired female grunt would chime in "You could always spray the far left side of the left wall. There should be enough room for SOME piece if you don't mind gettin' a bit soaked."

It wasn't a bad idea per say. Spraying half of Alola in Team Skull parfaneilia was the only other thing you grunts did but a smack to the back of the pink grunts head would say otherwise.

The grunt who dished out the smack was a much older grunt with green spiked hair "No you dolt! That spot is already claimed by me!"

The pink haired grunt would bite back "Well I don't see your name on it!"

The green haired male would answer back annoyed "That would defeat the point of it being an empty spot! If I put my name on it then there's no room for anything else!"

"Not my problem" the pink haired grunt mumbled back

Well that idea was thrown out the window as the two grunts started to argue. Trying to drown out their pointless bickering some of the other grunts would try to pitch in their own ideas. Each one worse than the last.

Freestyle rapping, freestyle dancing, trying to beat up trainers for fun, stealing, stealing nanu's shit, tagging nanu's building, backfliping off the side of the building, attempted parkor.

No. No! NO!

"Auuuuuuughhhhhhh!"

You appreciated the efforts. You did! You truly did, but was there anything that you could do that didn't either land you in the PokeCenter or the Slammers?

Feeling your frustration boil over you made the decision to throw in the towel and realize that todays boredom had conquered you. Tossing your blankets aside and hoisting yourself off the rickety mattress your footsteps pounded throughout the mansion. Some of the grunts even mistook you for the boss with the sheer force your feet were hitting the floor and quickly got out of the way.

Making your way down the stairs and out the door, light rain washed over your body as you plant your behind on the mansion steps.

Your Partner Pokemon shakes in your pocket before bursting out to try and comfort it's trainer. Your lovely little mareep, a cutie but a fighter as well. She lays across your lap, she was the runt of the litter and was told she would never make it. You hated how little your family saw in her, so much so that she's partially the reason why your currently soaking out in Po Towns rain. Still her floofy warm fur was a nice comfort when days seemed grey and dull and today was no different. Brushing her floof and staring up into the bleak rainy sky the boredom never truly left. Was it always going to be like this? Lagging days after lagging days? Missions being your only means of dopamine that fade in an instant the minute you step back into these empty walls?

Okay . . . so maybe you're being a bit overdramatic.

Okay maybe a LOT overdramtic.

Boredom doesn't mean the end of the world  but . . . auuughhhhhh!!

With mareep in your lap and the cool concrete engulfing your back you hadn't even noticed the hulking figure hovering above you.

"So ya gonna keep sulking like a kid on time out or are ya gonna get off your ass and do something?"

Fixating your gaze you look upon the figure and saw none other than your Boss and Leader, Guzma.

If your eyes could roll to the back of your head. "What's it to ya? Is boredam a crime here?"

Shaking off your blatant attitude Guzma steps down and into the rain, he tries to get a cigarette going with minimal success.

"Tsk . . fine keep pouting like that and looking all miserable and see how far that takes you."

Sitting upright you look at the man currently trying to offer you some "guidance" if you'd call it that. His smoking wasn't something you were going to start picking up to try and pass the time. But sitting in silence to internally curse out the world wasn't all that helpful either.

"You doin' good?"

"Huh?"

"You're lookin' tired there, and I know for damn sure it isn't just about bein' bored."

Well he wasn't entirely off. You are consideried to be one of the better grunts. Always trying to do what your told and stand out from the rest. Maybe it's because a part of you believed that you'd receive some sort of grace instead finding out that your reward was days of boredom if you weren't out there disturbing Alola's peace. Day by day you overworked yourself to the bone and for what? Well old habits die hard. You wished you could feel relaxed knowing you've done the bare minimum. Though, if you weren't working till you burned out then we're working hard enough? Maybe that's why you were so hard on yourself when boredom struck. Sitting on your ass when you could be doing something, anything, was enough to get your heart a racin'!

"*under his breath* ah for fuck's sake. *Outloud* Aight' come walk with me." Guzma's voice broke through, causing you to jump a bit in your spot.

"Huh? Why?"

"That wasn't a question. Now move it or stay soaked."

Following behind the two of you pass through Po Towns walls and into the outside world. The rain leaving itself behind while the sun peaked behind grey clouds. You had no idea where he was taking you until your eyes spotted a familiar red meadow. Your gaze looked upon the sea of flowers and, besides two trainers battling in the distance, Ula'Ula Meadows was practically empty.

The whole scene seemed sureal. You didn't take Guzma as the type to want to stroll around a garden for relaxation.

"Okay Grandpa I see you. I see you. Damn whats next on the list. Bingo with Grandma Plums?"

Feeling the smack of his hand on your neck you still notice the small smile through that tough guy demeanor.

"Knock it off. . I just come here sometimes when I run out of shit to throw at my wall. And what's with the grandma comment. You know imma tell her you said that and let's see how well that turns out for you." Looking at you with a smirk running across his face Guzma starts to sit down onto the wooden walkway as the sunsets in the distance.

You follow suit and allow for your mareep to run free through the folliage. Still in the back of your mind this whole thing felt so . . . so . relaxing, not at all what you were used to back in the shady house.

"Look . . I get it. Sometimes a couple drinks or pounding fists at the wall doesn't give you that instant release you're searching for. . so if you want you can always come out here to cool off."

"Seriously?" You look up at him curiously.

"*Blushing* Well yeah? . .*He rubs the back of his head* . . . not like being a part of this team means your my damn prisoner. *Tsk* but don't take this as an opportunity to ditch out on any of your duties here got that!"

You giggle softly. That's the Guzma you know and look up to. Relaxing a bit in your seat you watch as your Mareep frolics happily with a few wild Oricorio. Everything felt a peace for once.

"Sorry for making fun if you for this. . . It's really nice actually. Thank you."

Guzma turns his attention away. Your kind words can't stop him from blushing harder. Some would tease him for this. This place apparently isn't the only thing that makes Guzma feel comfortable. Guzma only pats your head in return as the two of you watch light of the sun fade into the deep blue in the distance as the moon rises to take it's place as the watcher of the night.

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[malereadermaniac]

Pokemon x Male Reader Masterlist

Key: ❤️- Smut 🖤- Angst 🩷- Fluff

Ordered by Region and then by Character

Kanto

❤️Ego - Blue's already lost the championship to red, he won't lose gn!reader to him too!

Johto

Trainer's on break - come back later!

Hoenn

Trainer's on break - come back later!

Sinnoh/Hisui

Trainer's on break - come back later!

Unova

Trainer's on break - come back later!

Kalos

❤️ Scruffy - Proffesor Sycamore has a late night

Alola

❤️ The Bosses Bitch - You're Guzma's boy toy and the grunts hate it

Galar

🩷 Relationship Headcanons - A short headcanon post for male reader x Raihan

Paldea

Trainer's on break - come back later!

Cross-regional

❤️ Pokéboys and their dicks - some of the hot pokéboys, their dicks, and some extra bits abt them

[10hourshift]

Nightmares x team skull bc the thought wouldn't leave my head

Each character comes with a trainer encounter sprite and a losing sprite + 3 pokemon each bc I'm too lazy to give them full teams

Rambles ↓

These come from me wanting to make a Deuz x Guzma bc i thought it would be cool (+ the whole fnafhs pokemon that I wanted to do for a while) and then I decided to make the other 3 bc yeah.

Maggie and Onnie are the male and female basic grunts and Oxy is Plumeria bc it was the one character left (and I think it was better to have the female grunt AND Plumeria than two male grunts. Idk)

Pokemon explanation (bc it was the part that took the most time x.x)

Each one of them uses a specific Pokemon type, and also they all use poison type as a token of them being a team.

Deuz (bug type bc Guzma is bug type):

Scolipede: the poison token. Also it gives that strong and intimidating aura to Deuz, probs his first pokemon to battle with.

Scizor: also bug type. Idk.

Leavanny: this one is inspired by my own head cannons where Deuz has an interest in fashion design. (This pkmn makes clothes with leaves) Also, the pokemon only evolves into this stage when it has high friendship. This one would be Deuz's partner.

Oxy (dark type bc yeah):

Toxtricity (low key form): token poison type. Matching with Onnie

Scrafty: mainly the aesthetics of the pkmn but also the fact that these pkmn are aggressive to strangers but really protective of the ones they care about

Obstagoon: looks cool as fuck. Probs Oxy's ace

Maggie (fighting type bc there's one frame of her training box or whatever and I'm holding onto that for her entire personality):

Toxicroak: token poison type (bonus bc it's fighting/poison)

Stufful: it's CUTE. also she probs gave it an eternal stone bc she doesn't want it to evolve.

Lucario: it's one of those cool pkmn that show off how good of a trainer you are so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯. This one would be her ace.

Onnie (electric and poison type bc i struggled to give him one specifically):

Toxtricity (amped form): token poison type and matching with Oxy. This would probably be his ace.

Blitzle: I like the electric zebra what can I say.

Varoom: also related to one of my head cannons, where Onnie has an interest in cars (and car repairs and mods and all that). Caught it bc he wants to make something similar to them starmobiles from SaV.

[bluetheboykisser]

Can we, as a collective pokemon fandom, return to this ship please??

[stinkylittleanon]

Can I request Guzman with a stoic s/o? (Preferably male) Guzman already looks menacing and behind him is his tall Boyfriend who looks even scarier. S/o also loves bug type pokemon :)

Its doesn't have to be a full story just silly little head canons or scenarios.

YES!!! YES I CAN DO THIS!!! Kicking my feetsies bc this is (from what I remember) my first male reader request >:))))

Guzma w/ Stoic Male S/O!

First of all, no one has ANY clue how you two got together, it was like- A miracle!

At first, Guzma didn't like you very much. Something about your stoic behavior pissed him off and just made him assume you were like all those other people who thought they were better than everyone else

But actually, something ended up changing that. Something that's only between the two of you.

One day, Guzma stumbled upon you on one of the more hidden beaches. You were on a rock, sitting casually with... Wimpod??

Why were they not running from you? And how did you have so many around you?

"What is he doing..."

Guzma muttered to himself, squinting at you. You seemed to have a wimpod on your lap, and somethin' was goin' on...

So he made his way over, hands stuffed in his pockets. His presence, of course, scared off the small pokemon that surrounded you. Yet you still didn't look up.

"What're ya doin', jackass?"

Erm... He doesn't have the most family-friendly language, but anyways!

The wimpod on your lap started to freak out now that someone else was here, but you were quick to hold onto it.

Guzma couldn't help the way his heart stopped (in a positive way) as you quietly shushed the Wimpod and comforted it...

"Shhh..." It was a simple noise that calmed the creature down as you stroked its back, holding it close to you.

"It's injured." Was all you said once the Wimpod was calmed.

Since that day, he didn't really see you the same. And slowly but surely, he started letting you hang around his town, y'know?

When Guzma was teased about it by some Grunts, he was just

"Psh! As if I would warm up to that guy!"

And then suddenly you guys just?? Kissed?? In front of everyone

Well more like you casually walked up to Guzma, gave him a big ol' smooch, and acted like nothing happened

That's basically how everyone found out you two got together

And when you join Team Skull?!?!

Guzma can't see enough of his boyfriend in the uniform- He's fuckin' awooga mode when he sees you try it on for the first time

Immediately you're an admin, and he knows he can trust you

You're around him more than Plumeria is, and that's sayin' somethin'

You guys are literally like- Scary dog privileges for each other

If someone isn't intimidated by one of you, then they're intimidated by the other

You tend to walk behind Guzma, and I imagine Guzma to be a good 5'9-6'0, so you're... You're very tall

Tall boyfriend x Medium boyfriend

ALSO BUG TYPE BOYFRIENDS BUG TYPE BOYFRIENDS

Rest your elbow on Guzma's head

It'll get him pissed, yeah, but he's still flustered

Something about seeing someone taller than him,,,, :flushed:

You always manage to get Guzma worked up, whether he's flustered or angered (in a lighthearted way), and then just stare at him with that damn expression

He knows you're doing it on purpose!! STop that!! Actually don't

Sometimes he'll catch you off guard though

A good ol' smack on the ass (only if you're comfortable with it) is somethin' he'll do sometimes (again, only consensual)

Or when he's frustrated enough, he'll grab your shirt and force you down to his height

The first time he did this... You almost fell over, but it got the both of you flustered because your faces got really close

Behind closed doors, though, he's like a puppy looking for affection

And seeing your expression soften when you two are alone... <3333

He's fuckin' in love with you, and he's always reminded when he's alone with you

PDA isn't something Guzma is too big on, he'll wrap an arm around your waist but only if you're comfy

Your stoic nature still frustrates him sometimes, but that's him getting over some o' that good ol' trauma

Also sometimes, when Guzma will tell you (not ask, tell you-) to kiss him

You'll go "No." without any fuckin' emotion

But at the same time you're leaning down and givin' him a kiss

Bonus:

Things Guzma will say about you/to you

"That's my man!"

"He needs to get that stick out o' his ass!" (And then he goes on about how hot you are)

"Goddamn- Fuckin- Hot bastard son o' a bitch- Fuck you!"

[coyfsh]

Whole Again

Chapter Five: Red Fizz

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Warning: Swearing, Alcohol, Drugs, Groping, kissing without consent, violence, suggestive.

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Chapter Five

Red Fizz 

      The next few weeks had been sort of a dream. At least it felt that way. You found yourself taking more photos, and writing things down. You wanted to remember everything. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been so happy. 

      Guzma was one of your closest friends. You hung out a lot more now, and the Grunts showed a little more respect towards you. They still teased you, but you started to recognize that it was how they showed affection. 

      You found yourself eating a lot more too. It felt like every time you hung out with Guzma, you always ended up eating something. Weather you realized it or not.

      Guzma had a lot of snacks in his room. He called it ‘the stash’, which made it sound more hardcore than it really was. Since it was just chips and gummies. He called his drug stash his hoard.

      He didn’t really have anything hardcore when it came to drugs. Most of them were edibles of some kind, and a few joints. Despite his looks, he wasn’t much of a smoker. Although he liked getting high. 

      He couldn’t stop laughing the first time you had one of his edible. 

     “Fuck Softie! You got like, no tolerance at all do ya?!” He had said with a huge grin on his face. You had never tried drugs before, and barely any alcohol. Once you warmed up to the idea, boy did he show you a whole new world. 

       The next day you had a killer headache. You wouldn’t be doing that again very soon. 

      Today you woke up a lot later than normal, it was already almost 6 PM. You were up way too late last night. 

    You trudged down the steps to see the grunts huddled together, clearly plotting something. Not wanting to miss out, you scooted in. 

       “Ey’ softie! Just in time!” One of the male grunts said, a wide grin visible under his mask. “We’re throwin’ a huge rave tuts! We got us a whole stash of beer n’ shit!” You eyes the pile of cheap booze on the counter, unsure if they stole it or not . “Yeah! It’s gonna be awesome!” 

       You weren’t much of a partier. It was loud, and hot, and overwhelming. You didn’t hate them, but it wasn’t in your comfort zone. Normally you spent the majority of a party in the corner, with a bottle of water. 

       “I dunno..�� you said, unsure. “Oh come on Softie! Even the Big Boss is gonna be there!” You perked up at that. “Guzma said that?” You asked, intrigued. One of the female grunts smirked. “Whats it to ya? Huh?” She nudged you. “You got a thing for the boss?” Your eyes widened, and suddenly you felt very embarrassed. “No! We’re friends. That’s it.” She raised an eyebrow, “whatever you say.” The grunts chuckled, some of them going “ooooo” like a group of little kids. 

         You didn’t know if you liked Guzma as more than a friend, it was too soon to tell. Or atleast that’s what you told yourself. You didn’t want to rush into anything, even if it was just a crush. 

        After the sun dipped beneath the horizon, and the sky became quiet, the lights in the shady house beamed throughout Po town. A few grunts chugged there drinks, not seeming to think about the next days hangover. Others cheered them on, bright red solo cups illuminated by the dark purple and green hue of the strobing LED lights around the first floor. 

       You were leaning against the wall in the corner, holding your usual plastic bottle of water, jokingly telling a few grunts it wad Vodka. Some of them were drunk enough to believe you. 

       After about an hour, your eyes found Guzma. He joined in a little late, but he was just as energetic. He was chugging a bottle of beer while a group of Grunts cheered him on, jumping up and down as he smashed the now empty bottle on the floor. Normally you found stuff like that repulsive, but you found your face heat as he turned, wiping a thin stream of liquid from his chin, a wide grin on his face. 

     His hair was tied back, his dark brown, almost black undercut on full display. His sunglasses sat on top of his thick brow. He wasn’t wearing his normal jacket. Instead, he wore a black tank top, the gold chain resting on his chest even more visible, shimmering in the light.. His normal baggy sweatpants hugged just under his hips. Occasionally his stomach was  exposed when he reached his arms into the air, a small dark brown line of hair starting from his belly button widened towards his waistband, before they disappeared beneath his pants. 

      You couldn’t stop looking at him. Something was different about him. He seemed, in his element. Reveling in the chaos. 

    After a few moments of staring, he finally noticed you, smirking a little. You watched as he made his way over to you, a bottle in hand. Your mind whirled as it tried to come up with something cool to say as he leaned on the wall next to you. 

    “Hey Softie, Watcha doin’ over here all alone, huh?” He turned to face you, his left forearm propping him up on the wall. “Hangin’ around.” You said semi-confidently. You hoped the loud music covered up your nervousness. 

    “Doncha wanna join the fun?” He looked down at you. You shrugged. “This is my way of having fun.”

 He cocked an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really.” 

“I ain’t buyin’ it.”

         Before you could react, he had grabbed your arm and pulled you into the dance floor. Way out of your comfort zone. You felt your heart rate skyrocket, your mind spiraling out of control as a loud, very suggestive song came on. 

      Guzma had already started dancing, and you frantically tried to keep up. You didn’t want to just run away. Guzma looked down at you and smiled a little, before carefully grabbing your hands. “Relax. Just feel.” You were shocked you could even hear him over the blasting speakers. 

       You felt out a rhythm and started to move your body to it. You could tell you were doing something right, because of the way he looked at you. 

       After you got tired, you both found your way to a more secluded area, on the second floor. A few lingering grunts were smoking, or taking a breather. You and Guzma leaned against a wall, as Guzma handed you a red solo cup.

      Normally, you wouldn’t except it, but you didn’t want to seem uncool. Plus, there was no way you were getting through tonight sober. You swirled the red fizzy liquid around in your cup, before drinking from it. 

      “You ain’t half bad softie.” Guzma took a sip from a red solo cup. You wondered how many drinks he had so far. 

       “You ain’t so bad yourself.” You took another sip, mimicking him. 

        He chuckled roughly, before pausing. “Your fuckin’ hot, Y’know that?”He looked down at you, wiping his wet lips. 

        You froze. What did he say? Did you mishear him? Did that damn music bust an eardrum? You shook it off. “Oh, thanks.” You scratched the back of your head. 

      Suddenly, you felt two rough hands slide around your small frame. One slid from your hips to the side of your face, then the back of your head. The other slipped around your waist and softly grabbed your ass, pulling you in. Your eyes widened as you looked up. Guzma’s lips crashed into yours, his tongue sloppily forcing its way into your mouth. You could taste the alcohol on his lips.

You dropped your cup as he squeezed you and pinned you against the wall, deepening the kiss. 

In that moment, you wanted so badly to let him, but you knew you couldn’t.

You slapped him across the face. As hard as you could.

He stumbled back, as you wiped your mouth, your mind and heart racing. You didn’t know what to say. What could you say? Your closest friend just kissed you, and you hit him. 

He stared at you blankly. 

Before you even knew what you were doing, your feet were moving. You flew up onto the roof, and into your room. You slammed the door behind you and locked it. 

Then came the tears. 

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Not sure how I feel about this chapter :/

please let me know if you think the story is moving too fast, or if you have any suggestions. Sorry it took so long to write something this sad. :(

I wanted to add conflict but I kinda wanted this to be wholesome so I might delete and redo this chapter competely.

[skullkxd]

motion, day

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

Ree still struggles a bit with standing for long periods of time and moving in difficult terrain, so they’re very stilted when they do walk. They keep their cane on hand at all times, and tend to favor one leg over the other. Ree specifically asked for shoes with good ankle support for Christmas from Falkner, so they wear those pretty much every day to help them a little bit.

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

Ree tends to wear their skull uniform more than anything else — a crop top with the shoulders cut off, the X-symbol crossing their body, the standard issue skull grunt male pants, and their red and white shoes that support their ankles. They also wear the “Boss Jacket” — the jacket Guzma gave them for their birthday — as a standard part of their everyday wear.

when they aren’t wearing that, they’re usually wearing the hand me down clothes that Red gave to them during the PWT. Usually they don’t wear their skull beanie or Red’s hat, because they find trying to get their hair to cooperate underneath to be a pain.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can I request Guzma with a stoic CisMale S/O with a Centiskortch? I love your stuff and your writing style :)

Guzma x male reader

Hope your okay with me making the reader a team, I just really like making them ^^

I made reader a fire and bug type user :) He’s also at least the same height and build as Guzma or bigger, cuz I think the reader hovering over his shoulder is cool.

Heres the team I made, I used a card maker and just inserted a character as a placeholder ^^

It was raining across Po town as always, the water pelting down across the rooftop of the large mansion Team Skull used as a base. It had been extra gloomy that day, and everyone on the team seemed in a lower mood than usual. None of the teams’ plans had gone as planned, many grunts had been beaten in battle and some had even had to flee as their families came for them.

It was no secret that a lot of team skulls members were people who weren’t accepted by their families, outsiders, the black mareep of the family. The same thing could be said about Team Skulls boss Guzma, the outsider of outsiders of his generation.

He sat upon his throne, chin his hand as Golisopod wandered out the room, chittering and making other bug like noises as it wandered around. Vikavolt and Masquerain were sitting on the bedframe of the large bed in the room, making noises at one another as they spoke.

Bug pokemon were the one thing that had helped a young lonesome Guzma many years ago, back when everyone avoided him and his fathers expectations became too heavy. After meeting Wimpod Guzma was still as much of an outsider as ever, but at least he had a friend. He was still bullied and looked down upon, but when Golisopod finally evolved, the bullies didn’t dare come near him as long as the large armored pokemon watched over him.

Guzma had accepted he would be alone forever, or as long as he was stuck on Alola. But then he had met Plumeria and a couple of the first grunts that would later make up Team Skull. They had all not fit into what society wanted them to be, and they found a friendship with one another.

They were stilled targeted by less than kind people, but they always stuck together as best as they could so no one was left alone. This was when Guzma met who would later become his boyfriend. One of the grunts had been alone, a bug using grunt on top of that. Their Cutiefly had posed by challenge to the bullies pokemon.

As the bullies had started to close in on the grunt, a loud hissed noise was heard before a long glowing body dragged itself between the bullies and their target. The large body twisted, and flames blasted from its face as it turned its angered eyes on the bullies. It hissed again as the bullies stood frozen, and it only seemed to somewhat relax as its owner approached.

The bullies turned as the pokemon they had never seemed hissed in the new persons direction, though this sound was much less threatening. There stood a tall man, with a calm or almost bored expression, his eyes tracking over the situation. The Grunt on the floor with a face wet from tears, being protected by his Centiskortch who had jumped from its pokeball, and the group of bullies.

(Y/N)s eyes turned cold as he stared down at the bullies, a displeased tone in his voice as he demanded an answer to what they thought they were doing. The bullies tried to come up with an excuse, and when that didn’t seem to have any effect on the man, they tried to explain how the grunt deserved to be bullied, and how pathetic the grunt was for using bug types.

The man had no facial reaction as he stepped in front of the grunt as he pulled a quickball from his belt, tossing it into the air and releasing a pokemon. It was clear it was a bug type, the new pokemon placing itself between the man and the bullies, releasing growls and chitters at them and their pokemon.  Centiskortch had quickly pushed itself to the front as well, its flames large and enraged.

The bullies didn’t back down though, their pride too powerful as they made their pokemon attack. That was when Guzma and Plumeria arrived, their eyes wide as they watched the man’s two pokemon completely wipe the floor with the bullies teams. The bullies had cursed him out when they lost, but the stoic expression on his face and in his voice had them running away.

(Y/N) had turned and crouched down to the grunt and helped them to their feet, he also offered to heal their pokemon for them. The two fire-bug types had stayed outside of their pokeballs, both ready if the bullies should return. That’s when the two leaders of Team Skull stepped in, and one thing led to another and (Y/N) decided to join the team, at least somewhat.

Guzma learned that the man was a traveler, had had traveled across many countries, had met and battled many people, and that Alola was his last stop. They had bonded over their love for bug types, and Guzma had been so excited to meet pokemon from outside of Alola. The leader of Team Skull hadn’t planned on developing feelings but it just happened, and one thing led to another and he ended up confessing on accident, and right when he was scared (Y/N) was gonna reject him, the usually stoic man had smiled a very tiny and careful smile as he confessed he felt the same way.

As if summoned by the thoughts, (Y/N) stepped in through the doors of Guzmas room, his Scizor following close behind him, his Alolan Marowak not far behind, both carrying large sacks with them. (Y/N) was carrying another large sack over his shoulder as well. He stopped in front of Guzma, his expression as stoic as always, but there was a faint glint in his eyes that meant he was excited about something.

“Whats up babe?” Guzma asked, still leaning on his hand, trying to ignore Vikavolt who had flown over to his chair and was nudging against his hand for pets. That’s when the tiny barely noticeable smile pulled onto (Y/N)s lips and he plopped the sack down at his feet, the fabric pulling open and z-crystals pouring out. Bug z-crystals.

Guzmas jaw dropped as the two pokemon following the man dropped their sacks as well, exposing even more crystals. It had to be all the crystals on the island there were so many, the Team Skull boss didn’t know how to react as his felt a grin grow on his face. Of course his handsome and strong boyfriend would be able to do something like this, why was he even surprised.

Guzma chuckled softly as he got to his feet, stepping over the many crystals as he leant in a kissed (Y/N), the other mans hands coming up to rest on Guzmas hips as he pulled him closer. They both ignored the sound of (Y/N)s pokeballs snapping open and releasing all his pokemon, the room becoming slightly cramped at all the pokemon in it alongside the two men.

That’s when they felt something coil around their bodies, the warm length of the body and the hissy noises it made as if laughing immediately let them know it was (Y/N)s first pokemon and trusted friend, Centiskortch. The bug-fire pokemon seemed to snicker at them as Guzma squaked at the action, but (Y/N) just rolled his eyes and leant down to kiss Guzma again.

Centiskortch got itself into a comfortable position around its trainer and its trainer’s partner, holding the two humans close as the pokemon decided to take a short nap. Guzma rested his head against (Y/N)s shoulder and released a sigh he didn’t know he was holding, maybe it wasn’t so bad as long as the stoic man was with him, he was sure tomorrow would be better.

[dexerious]

Some gay shit

[liighty]

Guzma babysitting Reader’s Niece

(A/N): BACK ON MY BULLSHIT AGAIN! BUT THIS TIME IT’S NOT ALL THAT SELF-INDULGENT AND MIGHT POSSIBLY BE TURNED INTO A SUPER FIC IF I FEEL LIKE IT

In all honesty i’ve thought about making another largeass super self-indulgent Guzma x Reader mega fic, but I’m not sure if I want to? I don’t know if anybody would read it, so that’s what this post is for!!! If you like this and want to see actual Guzma x Reader with plot and not just fluff drabbles lmk!! I have a bunch of asks to address so maybe i’ll get to that too soon

Anyways, back to the fic.

Mini Summary: (Y/N)’s niece needs to be babysat while (Y/N) is interviewed, so they turn to Guzma and crew to help out for a bit. Chaos ensues.

Rating/Triggers: UH drugs are mentioned but not really? THE KID DOES NOT DO DRUGS!!!! but yeah if that makes you uncomfy i’d be careful with it??\

Pairing: Guzma/Gender Neutral!Reader (I used the honorific ‘Titi’ which is gender neutral for ‘Tia’ or ‘Tio’ [extra thanks to Ocha_Bocha for helping me with that one <3] and tried to make it as gender neutral as possible. Originally this was written with a male reader, and then I went female, and ultimately attempted to eliminate gender completely. [Following the footsteps of Splatoon teehee])

Fic under cut!!!!!

"Are you sure this is a good idea, honey?" You clutch your niece's hand as you approach the large walls that separate Po Town from the rest of Ula'Ula Island. It's not that you don't trust the man who you're leaving her with- in fact, those two have been acquainted previously and seem to get along fairly well- It's his friends who you're concerned about.

"..." Her silence is expected, as the kid isn't all that talkative. Recognizing the young girl's silence, you frown. 

"You can stay in the office lounge if you really want to. I know you aren't the biggest fan of crowds, and um- Guz has some pretty loud friends-" Your explanation of what to be expected is quickly interrupted by a blue haired young man decked in black and white clothing. "Yo yo, what's with the kid?!" 

You arch a brow. You knew that Guzma worked with kids, but this guy couldn't be any older than 15! "I could say the same for you. I'm here to talk to Guzma-"

"Ya mean the boss? Why would some random chick want anything ta do with the leader of the Team Skull, huh?!"

A pink haired girl dressed in the same outfit walks up to the boy, crossing her arms. "Shut it, ya clod. Don't you remember the conversation we had with Boss yesterday?"

Hearing this, the blue haired boy's eyes light up in an epiphany. "Ohhhhh shit- Right-"

"Watch yer fuckin' language around the kiddo." She lightly smacks the back of Dansei's head. "She's in good hands, ma'am."

Another pink haired woman, this one being someone you finally recognize, walks in and smacks both of the delinquents in the head once more. "You say that after cussing, Reese?" 

Thank God. Plumeria. "Hey Plumes-" You smile weakly, waving politely with your free hand. Your niece does the same. Another young man, this one much shorter than the first and with green curly hair scrambles after Plumeria, jumping up and down to be seen. "Sorry about these numskulls. I'll lead y'all to the big boss man, yo. No worries at all, so you can chillax!"

I'm regretting this more and more by the second.

The crew starts whistling some hip hop tune as they make their way to the Shady House, the smaller boy beatboxing. You've taken this time to offer a piggyback ride to your niece, who's politely declined. Are all kids like this? Or is it just her?

Once they approach the boss, Guzma immediately jumps out of his chair, his signature shit-eating grin plastered on his face. "Eyyyyyy! (Y/N)!!! Kiddo!! What's up, homeslice?!" He hops down the stairs and crouches so he can get at eye-level with the young girl, offering his fist for a pound-it.

She bumps her fist against his, smiling just a bit. It's more of a reaction than you expected, at least. "S-sup, Uncle Guzma-" 

Looks like his slang is rubbing off on her. That's cute.

"Thanks for droppin' by, Doll. No need to worry about Little Miss Troublemaker over here, I got it all under control." He picks up your niece and walks over to you, pressing a looooooooongass smooch on your cheek. The other Team Skull members all make mini comments, like "Ewwww-", "Grosss-", and "Cooties-", causing Plumeria to once again smack their heads together. 

You roll your eyes, unable to stop the smirk on your face from growing any further. "Not in front of the kids, Guz." "Ah, right, right- My bad." His shades slide onto his face, hiding the bright red blush that had crept onto his cheeks. "Well, you should probably get goin', ey? The Aether Foundation's one lucky company to have you interviewin' for a position."

"Dork." You boop his nose, then your niece's. "Call me if you need me, okay honey? I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Okay, Titi (Y/N)-" You smile at the nickname while the others snicker. 'Titi' sounds an awful lot like 'Tittie', and considering three of the 7 people in the room are immature teenagers, there's definitely some laughing going on in the background. Plumeria looks very tired. How does she deal with these kids all the time?

"Alright, I'll be back. Don't light anything on fire, okay?" You yell as you walk off, feeling a slight hint of unease at the idea of leaving your young niece with so many delinquents, even if it's just for a few hours. It'll be fine, though. Guzma's there to keep them from doing anything stupid.

You laugh at the thought. Who am I kidding? He's probably gonna be the one who explodes something first.

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The interview itself wasn't all that bad. You're fairly certain that you either aced it or put yourself up for consideration, which in itself helped your confidence just a bit. With the absence of Lusamine and the arrest of several of her chairmen, the foundation was very antsy and in need of someone who could handle the Pokemon Observation department. With your background in medicine and PR, you were rationally on the list of potential replacements, and despite your initial resistance, learning that the company would be run by somebody that WASN'T the manipulative little bitch Lusamine gave you enough comfort to accept the offer for the interview. Was it just an offer or an invitation? You weren't quite sure, but Wick was very insistent on you showing up.

Either way, you're pretty certain you got the job. Good on you. 

You can't help but wonder how your niece is doing, surrounded by so many troublemakers. As you make your way to the entrance of the Shady House, you can hear loud music, causing you to feel a small tint of anxiety. She'll be fine.

You walk up to the door and creak it open, the smell of burnt… whatever the fuck that is flooding your nostrils. Of course. They lit something on fire.

"Guz??" You call out to the empty room. "Plumes? Anybody home?" As expected, there's no response. You start to feel more and more anxious the more ground you start to cover. Where are they? Peeking your head around the corridor, your anxiety comes to its peak when-

"And that's why you should never do drugs, aight?"

H-Huh?

Your niece sits on Guzma's knee as he bounces it up and down, his signature shit-eating grin plastered on his face like usual. Awfully burnt cookies sit on the table, explaining the smell from earlier, and Plumeria seems to be asleep with the other team skull grunts. Are they… napping? Seems like it. 

She nods enthusiastically, taking a bite of a charred cookie and grimacing shortly after, causing the two to both laugh in unison.

"Doesn't matter if it's just for recreational purposes, you could still get hooked, and that's the last thing we want!" Grinning once again, Guzma pokes her forehead.

Hypocrite. You're reminded of the first time you two had kissed, which happened to be shortly after you both had blazed a couple of joints. It's enough to get you laughing, though.

"Huh?! What're you doing here so early? Don't tell me ya flunked THAT bad!" Guzma's eyes widen, a genuine look of bewilderment painted on his face.

"I did not flunk! I think I did great!" You huff, crossing your arms defiantly. "It's suuuuuuuper comforting that you thought I failed, Guz."

"Nononono I was joking!! Right, kiddo??" Your niece quickly nods. "See???? No harm, no foul!"

Arching a brow, you walk up to the two and pick up the young girl. "Mhmmm. Did you have fun, honey?"

She nods again, unable to contain the grin on her face. "Uncle Guzma told me about his Pokemon training! And I got to ride on Golisopod's back!" 

The large bug type pokemon bops up and down upon hearing its name, prompting a smirk from Guzma. "Yeah, I told ya I'd take care of her. She's welcome back anytime, okay?"

"Thanks, Guz." You peck his cheek, and your niece sticks her tongue out, closing her eyes. 

"Icky cooties!!" Where the hell did she hear that? The only people you can think of who'd say such a thing are in the other room snoozing, so- Yeah, actually, you know exactly who taught her that word.

"Well, I'm gonna getchu with my cooties! And my tickles!" You raise a hand menacingly, wiggling your fingers with one eye closed. She immediately curls up, not out of fear, but out of excitement. It's nice to see her so happy again.

After a very long tickle session, you quickly glance at the large grandfather clock, noting the short hand of the clock slowly approaching the number 8. Shit. "We gotta go, kiddo. Your dad isn't gonna be all that happy if we get home any later than 8:30. Besides, it's past your bedtime."

"I bet Uncle Guzma stays up past his bedtime-" She yawns. "Can we stay for a little longer?"

How can I say no to that face? You find yourself incredibly conflicted. Do you tell her you have to leave anyways? Or do you stay and risk getting in trouble by your brother-in-law?

"Eh, as much as I'd love to have you over for longer, kiddo- Look at your Titi (Y/N). They look exhausted."

You smile gratefully at the comment, glad that it doesn't have to be you to tell your niece to go home. "Yeah, I'm beat. We can hang out some other time, okay? I promise." You pat her head and get ready to leave.

"Aww… okay. Bye, Uncle Guzma!! Bye Golisopod!" She holds your hand, and the two of you eventually walk your way back to the car. As you drive away, one thing lingers in your head. You can't think of anything else, in all honesty.

Guzma's great with kids. I should've expected as much, but… I'm glad he gets along with my family.

Your stomach rumbles at the intersection. I'd kill for some malasadas right about now- 

Okay, maybe you CAN think of something else.

[clawshawt]

Since my last post was well received I decided I’ll post the rest of my sketchbook doodles of these cuties. Thank you guys so much for the positive feedback, ya’ll the best~<3 

[monotonedongs]

Thinking about big bad Guzma...

[malereadermaniac]

The Bosses Bitch - Guzma x Male Reader

Team skull never question their boss, but they hate the fact that the whole of Po town can't sleep because of the sounds coming from Guzma's shady house... Cw: Rimming, fingering, excessive spit play, sweat and musk word count: 1.7k Top!Guzma x Bottom!Reader Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

"You fuckin' love the way my grunts look at you don't you?" Guzma says with a sick grin as he bends down slightly to look you in the eye

"Oh yeah? How's that?" You ask, confidence evident on your face

"Haha! You parade around, clinging to me while wearing practically nothing! You love how my goons practically drool when we walk past. And that stunt you pulled over in my office... Fuck it was so hot!"

He's referring to you sitting on his lap, dry humping him as youbbeg for him to alleviate your boredom by fucking you

The action itself turned him on, but he couldn't hide the fact that all his grunts watching you behave like a whore turned him on

"But now..." Guzma starts taking off his shirt, revealing his toned, built body

"Now I can have my way with you, my pretty boy" Guzma uses a mocking tone as he places his rough hand on your cheek, rubbing your face with his thumb

He pushes you onto the bed, not with much force since you're a very compliant lover

He loves that about you, you're willing to do whatever he wants

You rest on your elbows as you look up at your boyfriend in all of his glory, his cargoes now stripped off, only his black and gold Team Skull boxer briefs left

Fuck your boyfriend was so hot, his arms were muscular enough to hold you up with one arm

His pecs and abs glisten with a slight sheen of sweat, pecs huge and abs flexing as your eyes wander over them

His golden "S" chain catching your eye as he kept it on

His legs were muscular as well, thighs huge enough to crush your head and his bulge was fucking enormous

Practically ripping his boxers at the seem as he got hard, and his bushy white pubes overflowing from his waistband looked so fucking hot

Guzma knew exactly what turned you on, so he flexed his muscles and let you ogle your eyes in awe from his body, flexing his arms in the stereotypical jock way, showing off not only his muscles but his hairy armpits too

Your boyfriend was like a Greek God, so masculine and dominant and hot...

"I've let you have your fill... now strip bitch." Guzma ordered with a maniacal laugh

You listened to your boyfriend and stripped almost entirely except for you underwear

Guzma moves on top of you, his sweaty, warm, musky body hovering over you as his hands held him up either side of your head

"Fuck you're so pretty..." Guzma mumbles, moving his rough hand to your chin and moving your head up, bringing his lips down to yours

The way he kisses you is always so passionate and hot

Guzma's tongue controls and moves yours as he explores your mouth

Your lips are sealed together except for when you pant against your boyfriend's lips to get some air

Moans fill the room as you moan against his lips, Guzma breaking the kiss to move down your body as cover your neck and chest in hickey's and bites, going over fading marks from days prior

"Fuck you're so hot..." Guzma says as he sits up, his sharp, wet tongue hanging out of his mouth as he looks down at you, his spit drooling down onto your body

Almost immediately, Guzma's huge arms wrap around you and flip you onto your stomach, maneuvering your ass to perk up and face him

You hug onto a pillow as Guzma slides your underwear off of your plump ass slowly, biting his lip at the view

He kneads your cheeks as he palms his boner through his boxers

"You're hole is so tight I can't even tell we fucked this morning, HAHA!" Guzma laughs a sick and horny laugh as he stops palming himself and spreads your ass to show your tight entrance

You can't even get a word in before moans erupt from your mouth as you feel a warm wetness on your hole

You can feel Guzma's grip on your ass tighten as your writhe from his tongue

You moan into the pillow as his wet muscle pushes against your hole and even manages to push inside slightly

Loud slurping and wet squelches echo within the bedroom

The lewd and erotic sounds make you blush as your boyfriend devours your hole, his nose brushing against your hole as he catches his breath, his lewd panting turning you on

"Ha... Fuck (y/n) you're hole is too good... Pretty just like you.." he teases you as he pushes his finger inside of you

"Ha! Fuuuuuck... Guzma right there..." you moan as your legs give in

But Guzma knows you too well and catches you, holding you up with his other strong, manly hand

He attacks your prostate and wanks your dick off as if he were milking a cow

"Hngff! Guzmaaa..." you whine and moan as the grey haired man shoves another finger inside your ass, curling his fingers to spread your tight hole

As you keep moaning and wiggling your ass infront of Guzma, your boyfriend palms his dick which is in great need of attention

You're too hot for him sometimes and he can't help himself

So he pulls his fingers out of you and wraps his huge hands around your waist, flipping you over again and manhandling you as he puts one of your legs on his shoulder and bends over you

His skull gold chain dangles above you as he positions his fat, veiny cock to your hole

"You ready, pretty boy?" Guzma asks with a grin, his pearly white teeth showing

"Fuck yeah..." you smile and moan breathily

That turns Guzma on so much, so with a maniacal laugh he plunges his cock all the way into your ass as he silences you with a kiss

You moan loudly into his mouth as he relishes in the pleasure of your ass clenching around his thick dick

Guzma breaks the kiss and sits up, gripping onto your leg and looking and you with with crazy, horny eyes

"I fuckin love you and your ass, my pretty little bitch" Guzma growls

You blush at his words

"Unhhh go on then, show me how much you love me" you moan, putting your hands above your head, showing off your body to your boyfriend

Guzma spares no time, gripping your leg tighter and starting to pound your ass like an animal

You moan desperately and loudly, your dick twitching and your back arching as Guzma plows your ass and hitting your prostate over and over, having memorised your body from the sheer amount of times he's fucked you

Wet squelches and slaps come from Guzma smashing his hips against yours, your moans becoming louder and lewder by the second

"Fuck that's right! Moan so fuckin loud the whole of Po town hears you, fuckin slut!" Guzma shouts, looking into your eyes with lust and love

So you obey his command, you moan so loud that even the pokemon centre probably heard you

Guzma loved it, he'd never share you but he liked to show you off and flex how good he made you feel

At least half an hour had passed by, your hole clenching on your boyfriend's cock as he pounds you harshly, your ass memorising his size by now

Guzma moves your leg down from his shoulder as he groans and moans your name more

He bends back down over you, his gold skull chain dangling above you as his hot breath tickles your nose

His musky, hairy armpits shoe off above you as well as his crazy grin as he watches you moan like crazy

He moves his head lower to kiss you deeply again, you moan and whine into his mouth as his tongue controls and dances with yours

His dick murdering your prostate to such an extent that your hands dart to Guzma's back to ground yourself

You scratch his back like in a porno, making Guzma break the kiss and groan above you as his dick twitches inside you

"FUCK (Y/N)! Gonna make me fuckin cum- hngg- HAHAA!" Guzma moans, grabing your chin, spreading your mouth open

He spits into your mouth and moves down to make out with you again

Your dick twitches like mad

Your about to cum as well

Guzma breaks the kiss and looks at you, his wet tongue dangling out of his mouth, a string of his spit still liking his tongue to yours

"HAHA FUCKKKK! CUMIN! CUMIN! GONNA MAKE YOU LOOK FUCKIN PREGNANT, FILL YOU WITH MY CUM FUCK!! HAHHHH!" Guzma moans loudly, probably making every grunt in his shady house jealous and annoyed at the same time

Your legs twitch and your toes curl up in pleasure, your thighs shaking as your orgasm hits you like a fucking truck

"Haaaa Fuck (y/n)!! FUCK YEAH!" Guzma moans above you, hit thrusts getting longer and harder

You can feel his cum gush out of his cock and into your ass, your walls coated in his hot cum

You both catch your breaths as your cum coats Guzma's abs more than your own

"Fuck I love you so much..." Guzma says bresthily

"I love you too, bug boy~" you tease him with the nickname you gave him in your childhood

He kisses you again, this time devoid of lust but full of love and passion, as he removes his softening dick from your hole

A loud squelch echoed throughout the room as he watches his cum glazed cock twitch and your cum leaking hole tighten and loosen around nothing

"I'd say lets go for another round... but I think my grunts would storm in if haha!" Guzma jokes

"Yeah, let's just clean up and go to bed, babe" you chuckle

And so you two did just that

Guzma and you shared a bath and cleaned eachother off

That is until he got to cleaning his cum out of you, and you got turned on... and so did he...

So Guzma ended up fingering you until you came again

Which made Guzma hard again...

So you sucked him off in the bathtub and then you two were fully drained for the night

So you both got into bed naked and Guzma spooned you until the both of you fell asleep

The grunts were not happy with you two the next morning...

[big-bad-skull-boss]

some unprovoked Guzma x Male s/o Headcanons

After realising how much Guzma’s joints crack, you start having joint cracking competitions. You wake up every morning and whoever has the least satisfying crack makes the other a Tapu Cocoa

Guzma teaches you how to crack your knuckles in the most intimidating way - you eventually get so good at it that it turns him on most of the time and you do it in public to control him AND intimidate others at the same time. It’s a win-win, really.

You do a Skull Grunt wellbeing class alongside Guzma with the guys while Plumeria and her s/o (if she has one at the time) do it for the girls. - Innocent stuff, like dealing with crushes or getting the best gift or preparing a great dinner date (the latter is one that you do mostly on your own since Guzma can’t cook for shit.)

In the cooking lessons, you explain everything while shooting a shit-eating smirk at Guzma after every step. You also out his awful eating and cooking habits which the grunts already had an idea about, but you know so much better since you’re around him most of the time.

Guzma showed you up once by grabbing your ass during a meeting where you were standing next to him in front of literally ALL of the grunts. Now you do it back since you’re at a similar height and you weaponize it, even though you both enjoy it, its become an unspoken competition between you to see who can get an ass grab in at the best worst time

[gems-of-lirema]

2 8 and 15!

Questions Often Left Unanswered: Mun Edition (Currently Accepting)

//Warning: Salty opinions ahead, mainly about Guzma! Read at your own discretion!

[No. 2: Are there any plot tropes you are sick of/refuse to RP? If so, what are they and why?]bleeeeeuuurgjuh do I really have to RP ya boi as the abusive type? You can bash him, trash him, throw him to the floor, crush his ego and toss it into a conveyor belt only to be inevitably incinerated and torn to shreds, and ya know what? He won’t care. He won’t kick or scream. He won’t come back 3 days later, kick your ass for the next 3 weeks and be all: “Hey? That thing you said to me the other day? Don’t do that shit again.” He’s just not the type to harass someone, verbally, emotionally, or physically. Why? Because you’re only feeding his self-hate, not his hatred for you. Perhaps it’s just me, but I’m actually sick of seeing big bad Guzma as, well...big bad. After all, if he truly was the abusive asshole that some fans fetishize really wanna see…

Then why is he one of, if not the only redeemable character in the game?

[No. 8: Out of the really popular pairings in your fandom, what’s your nOTP?]Besides Honorshipping and Guzma x Kukui? I’m not sure why AZ x Sycamore or AZ x the protagonists had to be a thing, but here we are c’: also, I’ll admit, I ain’t a FerrisWheel shipper either, or whatever the equivalent is for N x the male protagonist. (SteveN is the rare ship that will break me. Actually, whose to say it hasn’t already done so? c’: )

[No. 15: Without naming anyone, have you ever refused/simply avoided another RPer in the fandom because of things you’ve heard others say about them, or because of their popularity? If so, why did you feel the need to?]Hm...I have, actually. Truth be told, I don’t remember their names (except one) nor do I remember what my RP partner said about them...but I do know they’re all Guzma muses. Which is kinda ironic I guess, since that’s the muse who got the RP ball rollin’ for me. Obviously, I don’t avoid every Guzma mun I see, but if one of my RP partners had a bad experience with the Team Skull fanbase, then hey, I’ll take their word for it (even though they’ll tell me not to c’:) Truth be told, I’m not sure why. Perhaps it’s because some Guzma muses seem too obnoxious to me, what with the bad boy themes and scars/tattoos splattered all over the place (I see ya boi as more of a somewhat redeemable character than an actual thug...as mentioned above) I did block a popular Skull Grunt OC once for the same reason...until I realized the RP partner who hated that mun was a jerk to my friend so I unblocked said Grunt OC.

The Team Skull fanbase is a dangerous one, folks. Enter at your own risk.

[coffeecryptid-york]

Permission to upload given by my friend who drew these. We love this ship so much despite it's rareness. We voted for Ya boi and his boi as a possible ship tag.