#just aqua grunt thoughts

[aqua-grunt-zesty]

I throw wet sponges at Magma Grunts.

[aqua-grunt-zesty]

YOOOOO! Straight up factual.

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Was out doing a job with my fellow grunts. . . Elena was assigned with me too so that's always a plus . . . well when we stopped to get lunch everything was fine . . . but I swear I saw that creepy weirdo again from the library . . .

Elena was just telling me not to pay it any mind . . .that a lot of people eat around this area and Hoenn's a big region overall . . the chances of me running into the same person again so soon is unlikely. . .

She thinks that my paranoia comes from that whole Aqua zesty Fiasco and that maybe I should try talking to her again to "put to rest some of my stress" . . .

[screampied]

JUNO, YOU KNOW! k. nanami

☆ sum. last thing nanami would expect was to get struck by a “fatal” love curse during the very end of no nut november. you tease him even more by saying one of you is cute….but two though?

wc. 8.1k

warnings. fem! reader, husband! nanami, unprotected, sēx pollen, mentions of pregnancy, fluffy smut <3, handcuffs, brēeding, cunnīlingus, him finishing too quick, cowgirl, praise, soft dom! nanami, cērvix mentions, size kink, he's soooo whipped n in love w youuu, (bless his dad's genetics), boob obsessed nanami, aftercare, petnames.

an. my entry for @luv-lies's yummy nnn collab! ❤︎

november 29th, 2024. 6:09 P.M.

december was right around the corner - but oh, was nanami kento fuckin’ screwed.

“nanamin!” satoru—his colleague hollered, speedily rushing over to him. they’d just defeated an unarmed A-cursed spirit unlike any they’d ever seen before. it was quite strong, but it was nothing the pair couldn’t handle. satoru glances down, extending out his hand. nanami grunts, swiping a hand over his sweat-glossed forehead before sighing. he’s a bit roughed up but takes satoru’s cold palm with an irked grumble. “you alright? that was quite the hard hit.”

“ ‘m fine, gojo,” he grouses, readjusting his glasses. with a swift hand, he fixes his crooked tie. “just hah- underestimated the opponent. don’t fret.”

he wasn’t ‘just fine’ though. nanami felt his entire body starting to arise with scorching temperature within a matter of seconds. he’s boiling hot- and it felt like his heart was pounding straight out of his chest. perplexed, satoru furrows a snowy brow at his comrade once he notices his awkward body language.

“what do you need? tell me- maybe we can-”

nanami was clenching his chest with one hand, panting heavily before letting off a raspy huff.

“i need . . my wife.”

the car ride home was silent.

satoru offered to take him home, wondering just what really happened. nanami was as stubborn as a mule though, so he didn’t question it further. he’d rather not get scolded. his head rests against the tented window as he stares outside.

driving through the rutted bumpy roads of tokyo, nanami’s droopy eyes occasionally drifted away from the bright street lights that merely blinded his naked eye from gazing a bit too long.

as usual, the city was packed, dozens of cars zooming by with the flashy beaming store signs. in the background, some random song was playing. it was pop—and of course, satoru was loudly humming along to the catchy poppy melody.

the lyrics were quite . . vulgar though, but nanami still remained quiet, focusing his eyes on the streets.

skrrrrrrrt!

satoru’s breaks eventually come to a stop. it was about maybe a good ten-minute drive and he arrived at you and nanami’s cozy minka. the light was on so he assumed you were probably still up. placing the rusty shift in the park, the white-haired sorcerer turns to nanami with a cheeky grin.

“take it easy, alright? ‘m sure the curse will wear off at some point,” and nanami scoffs once his palm pats his shoulder. reaching for his seatbelt, the blond click it off before unlocking the door. “oh! and tell your wifey i said hi!”

“sure thing, gojo.” nanami stops himself from rolling his eyes, reaching near the backseat to retrieve his dusty suitcase. with a loud vroooom, satoru’s aqua-blue convertible takes off and nanami starts to make his way toward the door.

glancing down, he fishes for his keys in his pocket, grumbling under his breath.

god- he feels so damn hot. even hotter than when the attack occurred..

was this supposed to be normal?

all he knew was that he wanted, no- he needed you.

something in his body . . whatever it was, was direly aching for you.

the entire car ride, nanami’s mind was entirely flooded with thoughts of you, you, and only you.

whenever he had missions, he’d always think about you, sure. but this time- this time was far, far different.

he felt like he was gonna melt right away if he didn’t touch you, if he didn’t smell you-

“ken…to?” you murmur with a quirked brow, standing behind the tall sliding door. nanami stiffly stood at the doorway, keys still idly in hand with the most dumbfounded look.

oh- he was so kept in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize you had already slid the door open.

you looked so pretty though. nanami could feel his face softening once his eyes locked onto you.

it was pretty dark at night but like always, he could make out your gorgeous physique as clear as day. you were actually wearing one of his business shirts with what he hoped were panties underneath once he took a glance between your bare thighs.

his fawn eyes continue to trace down every exposing inch of your skin, and he snaps back into reality once he feels your palm cup his cheek.

“hi, baby. how was the mission?” you hum.

“not hah- that good,” he pants, and you furrow your brows once he steps inside, sliding the door closed and tossing his suitcase to the floor. it lands with a banging thud, and nanami pulls you into a hug.

a coy smile goes against your lips, wondering why he’s being more clingy than usual, but nanami rests his face right on top of your chest. letting off a smoky sigh, he roughly grumbles, gently rubbing a thumb against your hips. “mmf- i missed you, sweetheart.”

with a soft expression, you comb a few tangled fingers through his blond tresses. “i missed you more.”

“no- i really missed you,” he protests, and you can see a bit of a pout forming against his lips. nanami’s drowsy eyes trail down at the bit of skin that shows through his shirt. it was a bit loosely oversized, and you smelled just like him. his cologne was good on you. so good.

uh oh- he was starting to feel even more hot.

just resting against your chest had him hearing the repetitively unsteady beats of his heart through each of his sensitive pointed ears. “at the mission today . . i got struck by a curse.”

with a worrying look, your face shifts into a look of concern. “a- are you okay? what happened?”

“ ‘m fine,” he lets out a muffled huff of reassurance. nanami breathes against your skin, sweetly planting kisses against the cotton fabric that shields the entirety of your chest. “i feel really hot though.. everywhere- not just my head,” he speaks once the back of your hand lands on his forehead, checking for a temperature.

indeed, he felt hot.

sepia-colored irises flicker up toward you before he shivers. “when you . . touch me, honey- it makes me feel weak. hah- like i feel-”

“aroused?” you finish his sentence, your concerned look slowly disappearing.

oh.

thankfully, it wasn’t anything serious . . or was it?

nanami stares at you with a cute head nod being his answer as you press a kiss on his warm forehead. “so was it some type of love curse?”

nanami’s breath becomes deeper as he takes a minute to formulate words in his overstimulated brain. “m- maybe. all i know is that i just- i want you…i need you,” and he sighs deeply, eyes lowering. “you look beautiful tonight by the way.”

“it’s still november, baby,” you tease, knowing exactly where he was going with his gruff words. nanami had a feral hungry look in his eyes, and it looked like no other expression of his you’ve seen before.

he lets off a frustrated groan at your words, remembering the little ‘challenge’ you both agreed on once halloween ended.

ah- ‘no nut november’.

where men have to apparently abstain from masturbation and cumming—according to you, specially for the entire month of november.

not that nanami necessarily minded, he had a pretty good tolerance, actually.

but today, of all days?

he felt like he was about to break. being so close to your proximity had nanami’s head spinning.

his face - it’s overly flushed. a pretty tint of pink starts to slowly paint his face as he pouts at you.

you don’t think you’ve ever seen your husband like this—let alone pout. “we made a deal, remember?” you continue, caressing a thumb across his cheek. his chin was still resting on your chest and you could see the frown marinating against his features. “december first.”

“but-” he grunts, watching the smug grin spread across your glossed lips. nanami gets sheepish, tilting his head down. “sweetheart- i know that, but you’re bein’ pretty cruel right now, no?” and you glance down, feeling his lips collide against the skin that briefly exposes your tummy. “do you always wear my work shirts when i’m not home?”

“yeaaah,” you admit, letting off a tiny snicker. nanami feels your shoulders slacken once you release a single breath, and you stare straight into his eyes.

his eyes however, never left yours, not for a millisecond. as the gaze continued, you could see the beads of sweat starting to race down each side of his forehead.

oh-

maybe the curse was serious. getting an idea you decide to amp up your teasing just a bit. “do you wanna know what i was doing earlier while wearing your dress shirt?”

nanami places chaste kisses between the valley of your breasts. “uh huh. tell me, wifey.”

“i . . might’ve been playin’ with myself,” you sweetly speak, and he could hear the tease lacing underneath your sentence.

the more you spoke about what you were doing, nanami was starting to feel even hotter-

and the pure image of you touching yourself with his button-front shirt on, engulfed in nothing but his musky cologne made him groan. it was clear you weren’t wearing panties. he couldn’t help but peek, and sure enough—you were going commando.

nanami keeps his lovingly longing gaze and slowly, he raises his head from between your chest, raising a brow as if silently saying, ‘continue.’

with a cheeky smile, you wrap your arms around his torso. “i couldn’t make myself finish though. my fingers aren’t as long as yours. so, i ended up falling asleep and i had a dream. about . . us.”

“i see,” nanami huskily utters, sinking his head into your left shoulder. you just smelled so so sweet — sweeter ever, and you could see nanami trying to restrain himself. clearing his throat, nanami invades an entire side of your neck with wet, loving kisses. “what was the dream, princess?”

now it was your turn for your heart to start racing.

it was quick, beating at such high beats per minute. with an impish expression, you cup his chin and make him face you.

tenderly rubbing a thumb over his lips, you finish what your cute, lewd admission. “i…uh- dreamt about you retiring as a sorcerer. or you have a safer job that makes you less stressed. we finally . . settled down, and we um . . ended up having kids.”

“kids, huh,” he whispers, dragging a hand through his blond strands. you could feel his feverish heat radiate against your skin and you were surrounded by his balmy warmth.

he wasn’t exaggerating—nanami was truly, truly burning up. the buds on his tongue sizzle each time he takes a fateful second to swallow, salivating the more his eyes focus on you. nanami ponders for a moment silently, and before you know it, he’s picking you up.

you let off a cute surprised gasp, hurling your arms around his neck before watching him sigh. “ah- don’t get shy, my sweet. keep going.”

nanami continues to walk with you in his arms, going up the creaking, wooden stairs and you run a few fingers down your exposed nape.

“we . . had about maybe two or three. you even started growing facial hair too,” and nanami’s grip on your hips softens. he raises a blond brow before trodding inside the quiet bedroom. “you’d make a good dad though, ken,” you purr, running a finger down his amber-dotted tie. “could you imagine though? one of me is cute, but two though?”

“honey-” he cuts off, lying you flat back against the mattress.

with a split-second glimpse underneath the oversized formal shirt you wore—indeed, you weren’t wearing any panties. he had to check just one more time.

nanami starts to pant heavily, watching as you playfully lift your leg, throwing it over his shoulder. “is that- is that what you want? to settle down?”

“only if . . you want to.” you murmur in a soft tone, deeply getting lost in his golden-hour gaze.

nanami’s eyes were bright, shining with nothing but love and adoration for you - always.

if you squinted just enough, you could see his pupils forming into cute-shaped hearts.

grabbing his hand, you place it on your tummy, sliding it underneath the buttoned shirt.

“i want… you,” he huffs, his voice turning from tender to raspy within seconds. nanami leans in and presses his lips against yours. his dimples happily curve forward once you immediately return the gesture, cupping his face with both hands.

right away, nanami moans against your lips as his hot tongue blissfully shoves itself inside your mouth. minty peppermint — it’s exactly what he tasted like, and his cool breath running against your tongue only made him taste sweeter.

nanami couldn’t help but roll his hips against you with his sweaty forehead softly pressed on top of yours.

each popping smack of hungry lips got louder, and he heard the faint clanks of his belt shuffling. you slid a hand down, reaching for the middle part of his pants. you’ve shared many kisses with nanami, but this one seemed different..

a current of chills ran down your spine as he deepened the passionate kiss as the callused tips of nanami’s fingers unbuttoned his shirt.

speaking of his shirt though—he just couldn’t get over how much his shirt was just prettily glued against your skin.

“god- this month’s been torture, sweetheart,” he’d breathe between nearly suffocating kisses.

nanami’s lungs were full, and he’d sometimes even forget to breathe. such full lungs of his were heaving in and out continuously, desperate for any sort of puffs.

they had to find air, they just had to..

but nanami didn’t care about breathing, not when he had his lips ardently locked against yours.

“couldn’t- stop- thinkin’- ‘bout- you-” he grunted in a hoarse tone, sweetly sucking against your lolled tongue. its mushy warmth invites him to continue, and you briefly open your lashes to stare straight into a very needy nanami’s eyes. “hah- you were all i thought about at work today.”

“mhm, breathe, kento,” you whisper, feeling your lips swell the minute he pulls away.

a web of gluey saliva leaves from both sets of puffed lips and he breathes like you said. with a looooong inhale, nanami then exhales before grunting. you simper, tugging on the hem of his beige boxers. “maybe i can . . help with that curse?”

and you did.

in more ways than one, really.

to be brief, nanami kento was a feral man-

he felt himself turning into a brand new man the second his tongue graciously rolls itself flat against the flatness of your pretty twitching clit.

a sharp gasp winds straight out of your lungs as you’re sat with your legs obtusely spread to a wide degree.

with your hands burying themselves underneath your plushy tits as he devoured you—you couldn’t help but toy with yourself for a bit. moaning, a thumb trails its way down against one of your puckered nipples that poke through the fleecy blue dress shirt.

“k- kentooo.” you’d hum out a whimper, a hand finding its way near the top of his head.

he’s slow… badly wanting to savor your sweet taste on his tongue while eating you out like the starved, starved man that he was.

wisping a bundle of fingers through his blond locks, you continue to cup one of your tits with one hand. long, thirsty sluuuurps exited from nanami’s lips as you watched his head frantically shake from side to side.

your tummy was already seizing, and the heel of your ankle started to guide its way down his back. wet, sloshing noises ricocheted against nanami’s lips as his eyes periodically averted back towards you.

he’s giving you the ‘i wanna marry you again’ stare, no doubt. even with his mouth stuffed, nanami kento’s never felt more in love—

maybe this love curse . . pollen, whatever it was was a secret blessing in disguise.

the panicky, racing beats of nanami’s heart never slowed, and a hand of his then grips your thigh. tenderly, you feel the tip of his tongue dipping its way in ‘n out — wetly lathering his pink twitching muscle with your sweet slickness.

your eyes remain on him the entire time, getting forevermore lost in his crave-like gaze. “shh- talk later, princess. promise.” he whispers against your cunt, delving his tongue in swerving, wide circles.

those wide circles eventually curve their way into hearts, though. a whine sobs its way from the back of your throat as the grip on his hair tightens.

you felt the scaly, hot of his tongue create the perfect heart . . even spelling out the simple eight letters of ‘i love you.’

your legs couldn’t hold still, they just couldn’t- and you could feel the skittish smile forming against his lips, tickling against your pussy.

you were drooling from your entrance, right from the puffy slavering slit down. you’re flooded, soddened with such amounts of dewy dewdrops that form into strings, and in a way though, it was pretty.

nanami was just struck in awe at how much you were just profusely leaking. like the gentleman nanami was though, he lapped it right up. his rose-swollen lips cupped everywhere, smothering the crevices of your sheeny thighs with his many, many kisses.

“r- riiiight there, ‘ken,” you’d mewl out a desperate plea, slowly dragging his head against your cunt. it’s moving around in a hypnotizing circle, but if it was anything that was leaving you in a mere trance of a state, it was his tongue.

nanami explores through every puffy wet corner, sloppily slotting his tongue in between your pudgy folds. he grunts against your throbbing heat, feeling the weight of his impatient boner prodding beneath his cotton-made boxers. “mngh- gonna cum. ‘m gonna cum, kento.”

“do it for me,” he soundlessly says, vertically smearing a fat thumb down your slimy pussy.

your entrance was soaked-

tearing away with drooling droplets of slick. every time. he was so enticed that he had to take a minute to just stare at your cunt—admiring how wet his pretty, perfect girl was - just for him.

nanami was entranced once he moved his face closer. the tip of his button nose then literally starts to drag itself down your sobbing slit and he moans, taking in your natural scent. “hah- c’mon, sweetheart. give it t’ me,” and he brings his ring finger right up against your core.

it’s a lanky finger that starts to bedaub against your cunt, feeling you writhe at the sensitive contact.

you whine, feeling his ring finger rub its way against your heat before poking your tongue against your cheek to silence yourself.

as you watch, his digit gets covered with your mess almost immediately, and you shudder at the cold band of his ring toying with your salivating folds. “pretty please-” and oh- he’s begging.

a blond brow of nanami’s quivers as his lips attach back to your cunt. sticky, glistening strings of arousal rills straight down his forward-pointed chin as he continues to rub the back of his wedding ring against your pulsating clit.

it’s icy cold.. you felt him keep up the pace as the material of the band smears itself around in circles before feeling a coil in your tummy tightening.

the pressure makes you see stars for a hot second—and you’re met with a bundle of nerves trying to introduce itself to the lower depths of your stomach. “ ‘m cumming!” you’d blurt in a staggering wail.

the crashing wave of endorphins made you exhale a cute sigh as your legs started to get more and more numb.

you felt like you were floating on every single cloud, including cloud nine - especially cloud nine.

nanami’s tongue still slid its way in between the slot your sappy folds, feeling the cute twitches of your throbbing clit against his bumpy tastebuds as you start to spasm. “fuh- fuck! ‘ken ‘m sensitive, baby.” and your words turn into a mere hush once your body started to limp its way onto the sheets.

your thighs locked around his neck, and you still had his hair in a firm grasp, digging your fingers deep into his roots and scalp.

with widened doe-eyes, you glance back down toward your husband who’s merrily licking you clean without a single care in the world.

if the beats of your heart was a car, you’d be speeding.

it’s beating so fast out of your chest that you can barely keep up. your legs felt like mush as your neck finally gave up, collapsing back against your pillow.

“mmh- should’ve just stayed . . hah- stayed home today,” he grumbles, giving every glossed part of your exposed cunt individual kisses. nanami starts at your pretty clitoral hood, sprightly nibbling at the tender fold of skin. you whine, yanking his head forward before nanami pats your pussy. “could’ve been playin’ with her a- all day.”

“you’re here now.” you speak out of breath, pulling his head back up. once you do so, nanami looks at you with the most pussy drunk expression.

his lips were all plump and red, lashes merely sticking together, and glossed sleek streams of slick racing down his chin. nanami leans into your touch, sitting up before leaning in to kiss you.

again- his tongue sloppily carved a wet trail through your mouth, and you moan once you feel the tint of his boner press up against your bare cunt.

he’s so hard, you wondered if it was painful. you swallowed each grunt of his in your mouth, feeling his body hungrily rock against yours.

a few ash tresses stick against his forehead as his lips violently crash onto yours—creating an impactful collision.

as dancing tongues swiftly twisted and spiraled around each other in sync, you hear a bit of shuffling again.

nanami's reaching into his boxers, grunting against your lips once he feels the anchoring weight of his heavy cock lie flat against his palm. “m- mhm, sweetheart.” he throatily groans, feeling your hand slip inside of his boxers too.

you feel a lightning-shaped vein shoot down his skin and he grunts. nanami was as sensitive as ever, and with your hands softly tracing circles over his bulky triceps, he knew he was in trouble.

deep, deep trouble..

“it’s okay, ‘ken,” you whisper, letting off a sharp inhale once his fiery hot tip smears its way on your cunt.

it’s almost flat out rude at first—with the way it smacks against your folds, creating a wet splash that lands right on his bulbous crown.

from the stout tip that’s round at all thick corners, nanami’s leaking.

milky, pearls of whiteness dribble from the fleshy sides of his fat cock and he grunts once he feels your shaky legs caging him in again.

god- you looked so pretty like this..

just laid back, wearing nothing but his business shirt. all the buttons were unbuttoned so now—it was just you, breasts cutely sprung out and all.

gently grabbing his face once more, you mumble against his flushed temple. “inside, it’s okay. go inside,” and your sweet words were like a chant.

he’s slow-

carefully aligning his maroon tip between your syrupy slit, feeling it clumsily slip out every few thrusts.

you even reached between your legs with a single hand, spreading your pussy open right before his eyes. “don’t be�� shy, she doesn’t bite, kento.”

“hhh.. woman- you’re gonna be the death of me,” nanami gulps, openly staring at the slippery heat stick between your legs.

he didn’t know which action had him feeling hotter. your filthy words, you, or the way you spread yourself open for him with just two, cute fingers.

two twinned digits pried your lower lips apart, and he grunts once the swollen head of his cock snugly pops its way past your gummy barrier.

“hngh,” nanami sucks his teeth, pressing his forehead against yours. his palm rests on your tummy before he gives you a tender glance. “is this . . alright?”

chewing on your lip, you moan out a, “y- yeah.” before touching the back of his hand.

nanami’s face softens before he eases himself further inside, squeezing past that cute ring of your entrance that’s just always oh-so tight!

nanami was as round as a teddy bear. a few years into your loving marriage you noticed how he started growing a soft bear-type body, especially with the winter rolling around.

not that you minded, he was the perfect subject for cuddling. in this case, though, he was perfect for gradually placing his weight on you—to which you always ended up loved.

with his dress shirt all wrinkled and unkempt thanks to you, nanami sheathed his face inside of your neck. “g- goddd, ‘s like when i’m inside i feel even hotter.”

the love curse ran through all nanami’s veins, including invading near his bloodstream and every jabbing axon that continued to pulse through his achingly, hot skin.

eventually through . . after a very long three minutes, his gravelly pants started to turn more and more raspy.

browned eyes of nanami’s turn tender at your gaze once you grab both sides of his face, rubbing circles around his hollow cheeks with the soft tips of your thumbs. “don’t hide, look at me.”

“heh- yes ma’am.” he gruffly whispers, tilting his cheek, leaning into your touch.

nanami was on top of you, glued to you entirely as if both bodies were made of pasty adhesive. with your ankle running down his back, it took everything within him to not moan.

every part — every single part of his body felt insanely sensitive to your touch.

nanami would occasionally bite his lip, finding his eyes rolling upward or even letting off a ‘phewww’ just from being a few inches inside of your intoxicating cunt.

as his cock’s driving its way inside at a slow pace, you watch nanami’s blond brows twist into a furrowing curve.

he’s sucking in every breath that tries to escape from him, groaning at each inch that sloppily disappears between your puffed folds. without even taking a glance—nanami could feel how wet you were, and not only were you preparing to milk him dry, but you were also drowning every girthy inch of his cock with all slick amounts of your pretty mess.

he didn’t have to look down because he could just feel – feel your compellingly, vulgar squelches, feel each slosh that sobs between your cunt folds, feel each pulsating throb that would convulse against your clit.

you’re just so damn pretty though..

staring back at him as he’s trying to make his way inside, nanami ends up getting lost in your gummy orifice that’s desperately clinging onto him as if its life depended on it. it’s almost cute..

“f- fuuck.” you’d whine, tugging at his ruffed-up cerulean collar. peering your eyes a bit, you see a bit of faded lipstick marks that were from you earlier this morning.

you smile to yourself, knowing nanami would always proudly show off those marks to any woman who dared look in his direction.

within a few inches deep, nanami’s creating an unforgettable gap that stretches your cunt fully open. he keeps his hooded eyes on you, pressing a few encouraging pecks near your plump, kiss-bitten lips.

he’s never felt so hot..

nanami snaps his hips into you once- just once, and he lets off the prettiest moan.

it sounds more like a whine—it pitches a bit higher than usual and he falls face flat into your chest.

you get sheepish, wrapping your arms around him before feeling him grunting between your breasts. “honey, i think i just . . came.”

“oh,” you breathe, and sure enough, you felt a lukewarm batch of cum starting to pool its way inside of you. your legs remained snaked around his waist and you could feel nanami’s ashamed pout stretch against your chest. you pat his head, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “it’s . . okay, ‘ken.” and he’s kissing all between the slope that runs down your soft tits—his comfort place.

you hum, lifting his head and watching him grumpily pout with loose blond strands running down his eyes. “i can always take the lead if you’re too sensitive.”

“please..”

♡ ♡ ♡

nanami looks up at you with a timid expression, his hands restrained at each side of the bed. gulping deeply, he watches as your slick-glossed cunt just barely floats over his creamy white tip. from the coral-colored sides, it’s a blushing pink…itching for you to be inside again.

just a single inch or the mere feeling of you swiping your entrance back ‘n forth against the peeling hood of cock makes him groan. “handcuffs, honey? this is quite…eh- kinky, no?” nanami raises an ash brow with a weary smile, soft, dusky eyes never leaving yours.

in fact—each time you run your hands down the open slit of his shirt that exposes his blond growing chest hair, he shudders.

just a few fingertips of yours alluringly ghosting down his skin was enough to make him melt. through semi-blurred peripherals, he spots a bright color that sticks against his wrists. “they’re . . pink,” he chuckles, “and fuzzy.”

“it came in the mail yesterday,” you coo at his observation, inching your face closer and starting to kiss down his neck. nanami inhales before sighing in rapture, positioning his head to the side so you could have a better angle and it’s unintentionally sexy. “it’s not too tight…is it?”

“it’s fine,” nanami shakes his head, preparing to take another deep breath once the opening of your pussy starts to sloppily split its way ajar.

you’re sinking on his shaft and he lets out a husky grumble—bulky muscles flexing through his biceps as his arms stretched across both sides of the leather headboard. “mmgh- atta girl. like that- like . . that.” and his voice seductively lowers an octave at every inch.

it was almost hypnotic at how much you were soaking him. truly, you were already soaked but now that your cunt was accepting his vast tip that was descending its way further inside of you, nanami wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last.

profusely, your pretty pussy was drowning him. nanami’s muscles continued to bulge through his shirt as he slouched back against the mattress, watching your hips starting to moderately pick up.

“s- sooo big.” you moan, the stretch wholly expanding through your walls. sometimes—you don’t think you’d ever get used to nanami’s size, let alone his thick, parting stretch.

clicking his tongue, nanami takes every second he can just to stare and openly admire your body.

effortless, you were just effortless with every moment you did.

every twirl, every toss and dip of your hips had him hungry for only more – more of you.

as your pace maintained its rocky rhythm, his eyes found themselves trailing further down, pausing between the crack of your pried-open legs.

seconds pass and they’re now leisurely making their way up your chest, pausing right between your plush rounded mounds.

you still had his business shirts as you rode him, and your tits freely sprung as your hips started to grind quicker. as your hips pathetically stuttered, so did the wooden legs of the bed. “hng- puttin’ me in handcuffs just so i can’t touch my hah- pretty wife, hm?”

nanami tries to joke, but you could already see him breaking a sweat once his cock explores deeper inside of your cunt – zigzagging a bumpy pattern all through your inside.

it’s making sure every part of you from the inside memorizes his hits, sloppy thrusts and all, and fuck- were you about to collapse right then and there.

the sides of nanami’s forehead were already heavily covered in perspiring sweat. with lush tears dribbling down every crevice and corner, nanami starts to huff.

“but baby, you always touch me,” you lively tease, tossing both arms over his tense, pent-up shoulders.

the bed lowly creaks every second, constantly dipping from all the constant movements and pounds that jolt against the rickety aged boxspring.

its constant croaky groans sounded almost painful—and the quicker your hips swerved around and bounced, the louder it cried in the background from both jerking bodies.

nanami pouts, shaking his head and you make him nod by cupping his chin. “yeah, you do.” you then surprise a part of his neck with wet, balmy kisses.

nanami gruffly grunts, desperately wishing his hands were roaming down every part of your body. tending to every part, allowing his fingers to explore every part.

he’d caress circles around your ass—guiding his callused, rough fingers up up up before they eventually reach near your waistline.

with a clingy grip, he’d start to rock your hips faster into him, making sure he pumps all nth inches deep inside until you’re babbling out incoherent cacophonies of his name and how you’re just so full..

but you noticed—nanami’s eyes were only focused on only one thing. your soft, perked breasts that bounced at the exact second your body did.

at each powerful hop and slam of your hips, they playfully jiggled, flopping against your chest. they were nearly smushed right in his face, and oh- he could feel his mouth shamefully watering at just imagining them being in his mouth.

“closer, sweetheart,” he grunts, tilting his head down since he couldn’t exactly use his hands.

you were riding him at such godly speed, swerving your hips at such frantic intervals while wetly clamping down on his cock.

nanami always filled you to the brim with all of him, poking right through your slickly dripping orifices with every bouncy thrust.

once more, it makes his head spin, but all he’s focused on is your chest that was staring straight back at him. “f- fuuuck, ‘m still h.. hot. i think- i think suckin’ on them will help me cool off, sweetheart.”

saucily cooing, you lick a stripe down his neck as your hips accelerated. as you continued to speak, your voice started to get a bit bumpy from the unsteady movement of your jouncing ass.

“oh- is that what you wanted all this time, ‘ken? to suck on these?” and he watches as you lean back, cupping your tits with the smuggest smile plastered on your lips.

your hands sneak down between your unbuttoned shirt before you silently mewl, giving them a nice good squeeze. “imagine jus’ how plumper they’d be after i have your baby, kento.”

“h.. honey- you’re lucky ‘m handcuffed.” bronze eyes trace down your skin, stopping at your perked nipples.

they were oh-so-perfect.. and as you’re straddled over his lap, nanami couldn’t help but let his mind wander just a bit. he couldn’t help but allow his mind to wander near the very lewd lobe of his brain.

the mental image of you baring his child . .

his wife, you.

nanami grunts at the thought, wordlessly gasping in multiple honed breaths at the fierce clashes of sharp skin.

your hips were disgustingly brutal, and with the way your thighs clung onto him, you were nearly akin to a magnet – forevermore sticking against nanami, never wanting to let go.

“c’mooon,” the blond playfully whines in a gruff voice, his cock stiffening inside of you. “don’t hah- make me beg, sweet girl.”

“you make me beg,” you chaff, slowing your hips down just a bit. nanami grunts at your catty truth, feeling the weight of you gradually hover before you roughly buck right into him.

using all of your core, his leaking tip smears its way against your clit in an almost pretty heart shape and you stutter out a moan.

your syllables of each broken moan were a bit choppy as you were shooting blanks, arching your back against him. even as you’re still riding him, putting all pounds of movement from your body into your sprawled knees, you kept touching yourself.

seeing you guide your hands all over your body in such a sensual way, made nanami kiss his teeth.

in envy though - those should’ve been his hands..

“allll. the. time.” you finish your sentence in a spirited whisper, whispering against the twitching left side of his ear.

each thrust becomes increasingly sloppy with your grip getting more slick ‘n wet — glossed which such sticky amounts of your tangled juices.

each squashing slop! that squelches from between the arc your legs get louder, causing your thighs to nearly clamp together from the tender stimulation.

cupping your tits again, you bring them up to nanami’s face. “go ‘head.”

“woman.. you’re evil,” nanami muffles, getting a face full of your breasts. you hold onto them tight, watching as nanami brings his face closer until he’s shoved right between them. a sweet crooning groan slithers from his lips as his tongue fervently curls its way down toward your nipple.

sloppily, you feel him casually swirling greedy circles around your pulsating gland before switching to the other one.

nanami’s lashes close as you’re still rocking your hips forward, nearly riding him into utter ‘n erotic oblivion..

at this point—you thought the bed was about to break, devastatingly snapping into two due to how good you were putting your hips to use.

“mmpf- so pretty. all mine, m- mine,” he rasps between wet slurps, his wrists still trapped in pretty pink handcuffs. the woolly fur tickles against his skin as his tongue continues to rove shapes around your nipples. “need to get these girls plump… quickly.”

your tits remained grasped in your hands as you’re moaning from nanami’s tongue, and you now start to rut into him at a much more hurried pace.

nanami hungrily drives his cock all through your core, creating a near race-track path that smothers invisible kisses all against your g-spot.

every inch, he’s fat- and his even lengthier girth nearly makes your brain short-circuit for a minute. every wild jam of your hips feels like its last, and nanami’s already drooling.

treacly, sweet saliva pours from the corners of his lips as he’s sucking on each of your tits, muffled gargled moans and whines vibrating against your tepid flesh..

your body had adapted to a more steady rhythm, but you could feel his dick eagerly twitch inside of you every few rushed seconds.

a bit of drool ends up running down his mouth, landing on his polka-dotted tie, creating a gray dampening spot. it’s cute, and you rub a thumb over his thin lips, watching his tawny, soft eyes flutter back open.

it’s the look of love- and nanami could feel himself heating up more once your gaze meets his again.

for a moment, he had completely forgotten about the dumb curse because he was too busy lost in your gaze.

but his temperature started to increase. you let off a bundle of whiny mewls once you feel him nip the top row of his teeth against your nipple.

“s- so cute,” he purrs lowly, feeling your knobbly thighs get closer and closer to giving out. just a few more thrusts and you’d probably be done for.

“mmp-” he pops out your left nipple with his swollen wet lips, glancing at you. nanami looked like he’d just run a marathon with blond strands glossing strips across his forehead. grunting, he starts to pant like a greyhound, sliding a tongue over his lips. “you’re close, honey?”

“m- mhm!” you’d reply, your voice turning raw at each straining moan that leaves from your poor chords.

his cock was massaging everywhere, it didn’t miss a single spot. it’s tip was widely turgid, angrily crimson-red, and leaking from all veiny sides while narrowly delving into you raw.

nanami’s kneading through your guts, tending to each gummy part of your entrance to make you whimper out his name. from every deep, vigorous pump that profoundly batters inside of your pussy, your eyes cross.

you’re dumbfounded—dumb in general too from the way he facilely located every sensitive spot with just the stubby tip of his shaft.

including your pretty cervix - nanami made sure his cock smacked its way there a few times.

the deep pressure pounding inside of you, greeting every single spot inside of your pussy never failed to make your knees quickly buckle.

“f- fuck, fuck there ‘ken, theretherethereee,” you start to babble, the bumps of his tip making your jaw goofily hang. “ ‘m cum- ‘m gonna cummm.”

“haah- together, sweetheart. can you . . finish with me?” nanami murmurs in a throaty voice, kissing your neck.

he tried to lift his head but got slightly pulled back from the fuzzy handcuffs.

he’s molding your insides fully with his cock, squinting a bit at the crescent-shaped moon that hides behind the violent bed curtain.

that view was nice but the view currently in front of him, riding him.. ‘curing’ him from whatever curse this was was far a better sight.

you.

with a whine preparing to squeal from your throat, you give him a nod.

nanami tilts his head, tsking impishly with his smacking lips despite how he was just as sensitive as you. “ah- you know how i feel about head nods, princess. i wanna hear those pretty words.”

“y.. yes ken, ‘kentoooo,” you moan, gasping once you feel two things at once. your stomach tightly seizing and your sloppy cunt restricting around his meaty, stocky length.

it’s so good, soso good that you softly bite into nanami’s shoulder. he hums, groaning right with you before you continue. “ ‘m cummin. ‘m fuckin’ cumming, kento.”

“i know.. i know, c’mere, girl,” he whispers, his face softening once your eyes immediately lock with him. “my sweet… girl.” his pitch lowers, and you decrease the distance between the two of you.

once again, your lips meet nanami’s but this time, it’s far more aggressive and less passionate.

it’s only one word and it’s – sloppy.

your body’s weakly rolling against him, losing its rhythm as the two of you end up finishing together, competing with each other’s inevitable high.

it all felt like a slow … rush.

as you were both drinking each other’s never-ending moans and grunts, the puddled, gooey mess began.

at the same time though, your legs ended up finally collapsing as your swollen, plump lips attacked against his - harshly.

nanami’s lips were almost competing with yours, mashing against your lips with the occasional rows teeth of teeth clash clash clashing away.

it’s loud, sloppy, messy..

the peppermint taste that still lingers in his mouth travels against your buds and you moan. nanami groans, spraying a geyser of bittersweet strips of hot cum inside of you as both tongues continue to explore each other’s mouths.

it’s a straight shot—it travels deep, introducing your womb with a fresh amount of cum as you end up letting go at the same time.

both sets of hearts fluttered as you pressed against his chest, racing frantic beats per minute as you melted the dozenth kiss he presented to your lips.

it’s hot- nanami’s rawly plunging into you as you whine against his lips, barely feeling your hips rutting into him anymore.

you’re just straddling him now – yet he’s still plugging you full with such massive inches of cock, with the addition of his creamy, gloopy seed that drizzles a sloppy white ring around his base.

your fingers wisp down his undercut, as he continues to quietly ravage your walls. it was a slick, slimy knot that buries itself deep inside of your pussy.

you’re moaning, slowly breaking away from his mouth that had strings of saliva clinging near the bottom of his glossed lip. panting heavily, you crane your head, taking a quick peek down at your ass.

it’s a mess, and as his carmine-colored tip slips out of you, it lightly smacks against his tummy.

ribbons of cum paint near the very undersides of your thighs, pouring out between your syrupy slit in such a slow yet filthy manner. time nearly stood still, and nanami went silent, staring at the gooey wads ‘n wads buttery cum that oozes out of your pretty, fluttering cunt.

“are you okay?” nanami sighs, feeling you reach for the handcuff key that rests near the rosy nightstand. you remove them, and he twirls his wrists in a circle before looking at you with kind eyes.

“ ‘m okay.” you reassure him, cupping his face and kissing the right side of his cheek.

nanami’s exhausted—especially after how good you just rode him.

your dripping cunt hovers against his happy trail and sheeny clenched abs as he lazily lies back, finally grabbing your hips. “good . . good,” and with a huff, he sheepishly smiles. “i guess i . . hah- failed no nut november, huh.”

“eh- there’s always next year,” you bring a chaste, sweet kiss to his quivering, pouty lips.

♡ ♡ ♡

surrounded by nothing but bodies of water featuring sods of glittery clear bubbles, you now found yourself lying against nanami’s broad chest. burly, swole arms envelope around your body as the two of you were in the ivory, spacious bathtub. as the water ran against your skin, soothing your aching muscles—you let off a sigh once he finished washing you off.

“i think it wore off,” his warm voice tickles against your skin. nanami kisses down your nape, reaching near the side of the tub where a bowl of fresh muscat grapes lies. tearing a few off the vine, he brings them toward your lips. “the curse . . pollen, whatever it was.”

“mmpf- did it?” you eat from his hand, feeling his wet palm softly rub against your chin. the smell of rich jasmine hits your nostrils as you let off a satisfied hum at the sugary sweet flavor. nanami’s body held you close, feeling your damp body lightly plop against his chest. you feel a bit of his chest hair land against your skin before you swallow. “do you still feel hot?”

nanami pops another grape into your mouth, then into his. “no, sweetheart. i’m fine now, thanks to you,” and you feel his left arm hook around your waist. the blond reclines back against the tub’s icy marble-made wall before sighing. “how do you feel, though? any cramps or body aches i should be aware of?”

with a content suspire drifting away from your parted lips, you move a bit in the calm, lukewarm water — closer toward the back of his chest.

“i’m okay, kento. althooough,” and you give him a playful nudge. “my legs still feel sore.”

“forgive me, honey,” nanami rests his chin against your shoulder. there was a bit of jest in his tone, and you could hear him trying not to snicker.

again, always the gentleman though.

“i’ll give you a massage once we get out of the tub, my treat.” and you let off a sigh, feeling him creep a few fingers up your thigh.

“hmm, okay,” you comply with a sight sigh, sneaking a kiss near the edge of his lips. nanami blinks thrice, his face flushing a bit before you cup his face with wet hands.

“i was serious you know. about . . what i said earlier. us settling down and–,” and nanami deeply stares into your eyes as you speak.

you rub a wet thumb against his sharp cheekbone before continuing, abruptly cutting your cute rambling short, ending with a sincere, “i love you, kento.”

tilting his head against your palm, leaning into your embrace, nanami brings you toward him before kissing the crown of your head. “and i love you more,” and as you felt butterflies party in the lower pits of your stomach, nanami brings your hand up to his lips.

gently, he aligns his mouth perfectly near your fourth digit before giving you another kiss, this time—on your ring finger. “mrs. nanami.”

but oh- he wasn’t done..

as you’re feeling a wave of tenderness overwhelm your heart, nanami leans a bit down before kissing the center part of your tummy that drips with teary droplets.

his wetly compressed lips give it a quick peck and ‘mwah’ before keeping his head lowered. “i love her too.” you raise a brow, glancing as nanami’s chin hovers over the bubbles of water.

“her?” you lift a brow as he whispers multiple ‘i love you’s’ against your stomach as if he was already talking to something – or someone..

“yes, her,” nanami repeats, giving your tummy one more kiss before sitting back up, rubbing his palm over the center of your belly.

looking up at you, he notices your confused expression and smiles to himself. “oh, just a little hunch,” and you gasp once nanami picks you up softy, carrying you out the wet tub, the both of you soaking wet.

“now, how about that massage? i’m quite good with my hands, especially when it comes to my woman.”

[leggerefiore]

Villainous Team Boss's S/o Sneaking a Team Uniform and Wearing It For Them

(being a grunt uniform, the boss's uniform, and their own admin uniform. thanks to @whoisthatcreepoverthere for the original idea!)

cw: fluff,

characters: Maxie, Archie, Lysandre, Guzma, Giovanni, Cyrus

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 Sneaking one of Team Magma's grunt uniforms is harder than one might expect. Maxie prefers everything to be quite organised, so it would be rare that they have extra uniforms around or that a grunt would misplace theirs. However, as Maxie's partner, you had an advantage somehow in sneaking one. The Magma Leader looks up from his laptop on his desk, ready to scold the grunt who just walked into his quarters without scheduling a meeting beforehand or even buzzing themselves in. He then feels bewildered as to why you were wearing that. Did you join Team Magma? Why had Tabitha and Courtney not alerted him? Why did you not tell him yourself? He then realises you managed to sneak one of the few spare uniforms they had around when you started laughing.

🪨 Maxie feels embarrassed for getting so worked up over what was essentially a prank on him. You are asked to please return the uniform, as they need to keep track of their inventory and whatever else. Before you go off to do it, however, he does admire how nice his team's colours look on you… The maroon compliments you nicely, and the knitted fabric looked strangely… cute on you. He has to snap himself out of it because he feels less like he is ogling his lover and more like he is staring at one of his grunts.

🪨 If you manage to steal his somehow, he will be mildly annoyed. He likely only has three – a spare at home, a spare at the hideout, and the one he usually wears. He cycles through them as needed. Today was an “as needed,” and he had headed home quickly to grab the spare since it was closer than the hideout. He could only stare blankly at you, imitating his poses in front of a mirror in his uniform. There was only an ask for you to please return his clothing. He feels more embarrassed than anything about this – especially if his uniform fits you well.

🪨 Maxie would prefer his partner to join Team Magma, actually. So, in his ideal situation, you would have your own Magma Admin uniform. Naturally, he would have to approve any uniform you would design… Though, whether it be cosplay or an actual uniform, he would feel strangely flustered at seeing how it complimented you. Perfectly attuned to whatever you wanted it to focus on, so long as it kept to the red and knit style of Team Magma. Whether you go for shorts or a knitted dress, he appreciates the aesthetics dearly. He is notably more flustered if it was a cosplay, though, since he wishes you were a member of his team so dearly. Maybe now is a time to convince you…

🌧Archie🌊

💧 Getting an Aqua grunt uniform is too easy, honestly. Distressingly easy. Archie's filtering is mostly done by asking random aquatic facts and whether or not you support water pollution. Granted, not everyone did get approved since Shelly proved herself to almost be the brains of the entire operation. No one really questioned why Archie's partner was grabbing one, either. You just took it, put it on, and no one thought anything of it. Even Archie barely thought on it when you entered his quartets, busy tapping away and speaking with Matt and Shelly about who knows what. He popped a look over at you, about to tell what he thought was a grunt to come back later, before gasping.

💧 Archie instead gave a hearty laugh and a thumbs up before continuing his conversation. The Aqua Leader has no complaints or comments. You want to wear a uniform? Well, he trusts your interests align enough with his own that it will not cause any issues for him or his team. Besides, you look cute in the bandana and stripes. He almost wishes to ask you to wear it more, if anything. You look good no matter what, though.

💧 You likely have to sneak his uniform after he changes into something else (rare), so it is difficult to get the chance. Though, when you do, he finds out pretty quick since he probably wants it back. The sight of you in his wetsuit – whether it be horribly ill-fitting or surprisingly worn well – makes him grin. Though, he likely loses his mind a little if it is too big for you and scoops you up to laugh some more. If it fits, he is impressed by your form, however. He approves again, but he really needs it back.

💧 Like his dear red-headed companion, he would adore for his partner to be in Aqua with him, and it would only make sense for them to be an admin. Even if you are not, you are essentially an unofficial member with how you can come and go throughout the Aqua hideout with ease without question. So, he has given some thought to what you would wear as an admin. Granted, it would just be a themed wetsuit, but he loves the thought. So you were making it a reality? He is overjoyed and cheers on the cosplay while assuming this is your subtle way of asking him to join his team. Get ready for endless compliments and praises.

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ Getting your hands on a Flare uniform… Now, that was a difficult thing to do. No one was really eager to give up their 5,000,000 dollar uniform to just anyone. Well, except, maybe their boss's lovely partner, who seemed just so curious as to what one would fit like. Needless to say, you managed to get one of the bright red suits for your own. Wearing it, you almost wanted to say the price tag felt reasonable. Until you remembered why Lysandre even made his group in first place. Encountering Lysandre in the outfit had been difficult, as the average grunt was not at all allowed in his office. His café, however, served as a well enough hub.

☕️ Lysandre barely registered it at first, having been more focused on his many projects and getting a cup of coffee than any lonesome grunt. Something about you made him double-take, though. Upon a second glance, he registered your face almost instantly. The Flare Boss struggled to comprehend why you were in a Flare grunt uniform. There was absolutely no way you joined without him knowing. He then is pleasantly surprised by how well you pull off the suit. The bright red compliments you well and seems to bring out an elegant, almost handsome side that deeply respects. That almost makes him forget to question how you got a suit of your own. You do get interrogated, however.

☕️ He is mildly entertained by the sight of you in one of his suits. Naturally, it was not his only one he owned, but he found your attempt to wear some of his clothing rather adorable. Unless you are somehow both his height or build, the suit fits you improperly. Lysandre does debate having you made an outfit like his own since the thought of you in something properly fitting like his uniform almost seemed to suit you well. You are, however, his beloved lover and will be at his side of the helm in his beautiful world. The least bothered by it outside of Archie.

☕️ As for an admin uniform, assuming you go for the generic admin uniforms rather than one of the scientists, he finds himself intrigued by how long it took you to acquire the items to imitate it. He is an active purveyor of fashion, after all. There is also a minor concern about leaking among his group, but he just assumes you found out due to your connection with him. He enjoys the way it looks on you, truly, but he feels there is a certain lure that is missing and almost wants to design you one of your own. Perhaps… It was time he finally started involving you more actively in Team Flare. You opened a door that you can not close with this one.

🕶Guzma💀

□ Getting a Team Skull grunt uniform is easy. They are almost all DIY anyway, and the ones stashed out in the Po Pokemon Center are already selling some in there. You buying one barely raises any eyebrows, too. Boss's partner wants a uniform? Whatever, fine. Even when you pop into Guzma's room, he barely questions what you are doing. It does not even register with him at first until you try to sit on his lap. Then, he is suddenly aware that you have changed clothes.

□ He honestly feels a bit smug, seeing you in the uniform. The Team Skull cap and necklace look nice on you, and he barely cares to question where you got it. They have spares all around, and, once again, most are DIY made. He gets a chuckle out of it and just decides to roll with it. You were already an unofficial member. Why not let you wear a uniform? Besides, seeing you as an “underling” let his mind drift in some fun directions that it would not go for any other grunt.

□ Now, you stealing his uniform is less fun. Especially when he enters to see you sitting on his throne with his sunglasses over your eyes. He does not even want to know how you sneaked his watch without him noticing. He starts off with a laugh, expecting it to be over quickly, but you instead do a bad imitation of him. Guzma is now feeling annoyed about this. You get away with it until a grunt walks into the room and does not even realise that you have replaced Guzma at first. He is destroyed internally.

□ Team Skull's admin outfits… are not really a thing. It really is just your own flair to the general scheme they use, with a Skull necklace and black and white clothing being the only requirement. Or maybe you can match with Plumeria if you want. Either way, your wearing it intrigues Guzma. You are not an official member, no, but you do have some authority around Po town. He likes it a lot. There is almost an urge to ask you to join completely, but he gets you have your reasons. For now, he will enjoy your styling completely.

🚀Giovanni🐈

🟥 Getting a Rocket grunt uniform…. is likely easier than Giovanni would want it to be. They have spares in their hideouts, so sneaking one is not so hard. What proved a challenge was how unknown you are among the grunts and trying to navigate the den to even get a glance at your busy lovers. Too many questions and demands, or getting an order barked at you by some random higher-up. You felt like you were never going to get to Giovanni. Even trying to enter his office got you some looks from his guards, but they seemed to quickly recognise you. A questioning look was given, but the doors were unlocked.

🟥 Giovanni barely knew what to think at some random grunt, interrupting his busy schedule for an impromptu meeting, but before he could put the fear of whatever deity they believed into them, he felt suspicious Sure, he registered just the uniform at first, but when his eyes glanced at your face, he let out a sigh. Just what were you doing? He decided against questioning it and instead took a second glance at you. You really fit perfectly into the black clothing, and he would admit the bright red “R” almost felt like a claim on you. Suddenly, he will let this slide. His mind has gone elsewhere.

🟥 He barely responds to you wearing one of his suits. Yes, haha, very funny or interesting. You are even trying to get his sinister grin down but are not quite there. Giovanni claps but is mostly unimpressed. He instead recalls a time his son did something similar, and you get the feeling that he is calling your actions childish. He once again does find himself quite smug about the “R” logo, though it is quite a bit smaller on his own attire.

🟥 In a hand-crafted admin uniform, he finds himself more impressed with your talents in arranging such a look rather than you dressing up like a knock-off member. You even chose the correct styling uniforms his elite executives wore. Were you wanting a position in his organisation? He certainly hoped not because you were not getting one. Work and romance were entirely divided things for him. Though, you have given him an idea as you turned to show off the uniform. Maybe he should order you around like he did his underlings and give you a taste of the “boss” side of him.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ It probably would not be that hard for them to get a grunt uniform since they most likely do have a bulk around HQ. Just go in, grab one, put it on, and give Cyrus a heart attack when you pop into his office. Saturn would not approve you as hire, he knows for sure. He wants to know where you got that and also to take it off right now because he does not like the idea of him viewing you like one of his grunts.

☄️ The Galactic Leader does hate how it makes his thoughts swirl, though. You do not look bad in it — no, not at all. It appeals entirely to his tastes. He feels so bothered by this. The last thing he wanted was for you to figure out his group's real intentions since he knows even those among his most trusted seemed to struggle with it. You truly do look good in the grey uniform. If he was not so restrained – no, if he did not lack spirit, he would allow his mind to wander more.

☄️ As for getting his, well, if the cat is already out of the bag, he is probably leaving a uniform at home to change into instead of having to wear a suit out instead. Sneak it out and discover how ill-fitting it is on you (or maybe well fitting it is if you match his height and body type). Cyrus is mildly disappointed and confused as to why you are wearing his uniform. You are not trying to join Team Galactic and usurp him, are you? He asks you to take it off again.

☄️ If you style your own commander costume, he presumably walks into your shared home to see you in it. He blinks a few times in confusion. That is certainly not one of the uniforms commissioned by him or a commander. It resembles the general theme well, but he is distressed by how you got that and why you are wearing it. Are you… pledging your support to his new world? He feels like he is left reeling by all this… You just get to watch Cyrus.exe crash before your eyes as he fails to process all this. In the end, you will be asked where you got the outfit and the explanation of wanting to try out a uniform in the style of his team leaves him bewildered and a little disappointed since he had hoped he could have your support.

[aqua-grunt-zesty]

Seems like Team Aqua has stuck gold once again. . . now let's see how far your services can take us. . .

It was a blessing from the Beast, flying slowly and low. A warning about icy rains coming after it, but also a promise that these rains will not hurt us much.

@aqua-grunt-zesty, is it what your team is looking for? I caught this one soaring above our town.

[alola-reblogging]

Hello do you have any headcannons for lonna shipping please :>

Gladion x Moon (selene/mizuki) hc's

• Gladion admired Moon for her impressive skill as a pokemon trainer

• Of course they were rivals, and he wanted to surpass her, but she is the first person who made battling seem fun for him, rather then just a means to survive and get stronger

• Of course getting stronger was his main goal, but each time they battled one another, Gladion finally understood how a pokemon battle can be fun, especially when it's with a friend, and how battling a strong opponent you respect will only make you steonger

• As they got older, Gladion realised he had complicated feelings for Moon, that he didn't really understand himself

• He was convinced these feelings he had for Moon was just admiration, after all she's the strongest trainer in Alola

• Hau and Lillie can see how obvious his feelings are for her, despite being oblivious himself

• Moon is also completely blind to this

• Moon never thought Gladion was a bad guy

• She could see from how torn his clothes were, how fragile his body seemed, how he was treated by the team skull grunts... and most importantly how his pokemon battled for him

• She knew his Pokemon saw him as not just a trainer but as a friend, so that told Moon that despite his roughness and cool guy tsundere act that Gladion was a good person underneath it all

• Moon defended any harsh words anyone ever said about Gladion, because even though he wasn't always fhe nicest to her, and he didn't consider them friends, she still thought of him as her friend

• Maybe even part of Moon...always secretly liked Gladion more than a friend, but she couldn't admit it out loud, in fear of rejection as she believed Gladion didn't even consider them true friends

• Lillie had to literally spell it out for Gladion to realise he had a crush on Moon

• He was in denial for the longest time, and he avoided her sub-consciously because of this

• It wasn't until Gladion was training with kahuna Nanu that Nanu made a passing joke and he realised how obvious his feelings were to everyone but himself

• When Moon was training on the beach one late night with her pokemon, Gladion caught up to her and asked for a battle

• After the heated battle Moon waited for Gladion to take his leave, as he usually disappeared after battling her, but to her surprise this time he stayed, and asked if they could train together

• Moon was happy to train alongside Gladion, happy he was coming out of his shell more and more

• They continued to meet up for nightly training sessions, continuing to get stronger together

• When Hau invited Moon for malasadas she somehow convinced Gladion to come too, snd of course Lillie tagged alomg

• When the four of them were sat eating Malasadas Hau jokingly asked when they were gonna start dating

• Gladion reacted badly to this, feeling both embarrassed and exposed

• Moon was also embarrassed, but when she saw how Gladion reacted to this she felt deeply saddened...she knew her and Gladion wernt exactly friends, he had told this to her face...yet she felt strangely close to him, and him reacting badly to the thought of them two dating...even if was just a joke...it upset her

• Gladion noticed how Moons' demeanor changed after this, but he couldn't figure out why

• He thought he had done something wrong so he stopped showing up to the beach to train alongside her

• Moon felt heartache by this... she looked forward to seeing him every night

• It had been a little while since the two had seen each other

• During this time Gladion realised how much he truly did like Moon in that way, he missed training with her, but not only the training...

• He missed the pointless conversations they'd have, even the ones where he remained silent and listened to Moon's rambling, he missed the way her aqua grey eyes shined in the moonlight... he missed the look of determination and excitement in her eyes during a battle... he missed her smile...

• It may of took him a concerning amount of time to realise his feelings

• Moon had almost gave up on her own feelings, so no matter how much her heart longed for Gladion she couldn't face telling him

• After all...she couldn't confess to someone who admitted to not even liking her...

• Gladion was silent for a while, Moon a bit more quiet then usual, the two both wanting the same thing convinced the other doesnt

• Moon started up the conversation...

•"Look Gladion I know we aren't friends, but your one of my most precious people, and Im so happy we get to know each other...even if you don't see us as friends."

•Gladion looked down at a sheepish Moon, tears prickling in her eyes

•"It's not that I don't consider you a friend...your the closest thing I have to one. I don't think someone like myself deserves to be a friend to you."

• It was true, whilst when the first initially met Gladion didn't care for friendship, once Moon helped save his mother he had to have a certain level of respect for her...but even through the years together Gladion didn't think such a pure soul like Moon should have someone like himself as a friend, someone who had fo rely being team skulls muscle to survive, someone who felt they'd abandoned their sister, someone who could never seem to best them in battle...

• "What do you mean someone like you...? Your amazing Gladion...your really are!"

•"Thank you. Even if i don't believe it myself I appreciate it coming from someone as special as you."

• He paused for a moment, blushing deep and looking away from her

•"Your...really special Moon....and I don't mean just the way everyone says you are because you received a sparkling stone from Tapu KoKo....I mean your special, to me....and I like you!"

•Moon was silent and just repeating his words over and over in her head

•Gladion shifted uncomfortably in her silence

•"You like me?"

"Don't make me repeat myself!!"

• Gladion started rambling in an attempt to cover what he'd admitted

•Moon was still sat in silence

• "Do you like me in the way I think you mean?"

• "Which way do you think I mean?"

• Gladion thought this was his opportunity pursuade her it wasn't how she thought

• Moon thought this was an opportunity to finally reveal her own feelings...or completely embarrass herself is she misunderstood

• Gently, yet quickly she clasped her hands on Gladions face and dived onto his lips, kissing him sweetly but passionate

• She pulled away after a couple of seconds...

•"That's...that is the way you meant, right?"

• Gladion blushed but nodded

▪︎ Moon just smiled and kissed him again, Gladion this time being somewhat prepared, looped his hands around Moons back, shyly returning the kiss

•Lillie and Hau were so relieved to finally have these two together, them both knowing Gladion and Moons feelings but keeping the secret was torture!

• Gladion, whilst overwhelmed with joy finally being with Moon, was also incredibly nervous and unsure about everything

• He had a cool guy attitude but Moon could see through it with ease, and she could see how anxious he truly was

• Gladion was always unsure if an expensive date and getting dressed up like they do in the movies should be the sort of date the two go on... I mean he did come from a rich family

• Moon was happy with malasadas and a stroll on the beach or a battle tree date, and Gladion was happy that Moon was happy

• They have a very golden retriever and black cat kinda relationship

• Gladion is reserved, but can be fiesty, has blank stares but a smile that can melt you. Moon has a outgoing, seemingly happy demeanor and whilst she looks like she's all bark no bite, she does have a pretty ferocious bite if you hurt those she cares for

• Gladion and Moon live for double battles! These two will challenge anyone and everyone who'll accept

• They love to train together, their pokemon working well together and complimenting one another in battles, defending each other and covering one another's weaknesses

• Though when they battle each other its a different story, they may know each others teams strengths and weaknesses like they know their own, yet each battle they have something unexpected from the other person happens

• Gladion is a pretty anxious person underneath and just being around Moon relaxes him

• Moon leaves his little notes or cute gifts in places he'll find like in his pokeballs as held items or in his bag

• Gladion is reluctant about PDA just because he's a private person

• Gladion always feels anxious when Moon is off exploring / doing missions in ultra space because he's learnt firsthand how dangerous these beasts are

• They are Alolas cutest couple, snd since Moon is champion and Gladion was acting president of the aether foundation they are both pretty well known

•Rotomdex is their biggest shipper

• Closely followed by Kahuna Olivia who finds the pair adorable

• Gladion finally has a person he can confide in and share what's on his mind or in his heart, someone he can rely on

• Overall these two just compliment each other very well, they strive to protect the people they love and make sure that everyone and all pokemon are treated fairly

• Gladion making sure that the aether foundation goes back to its original values, to help injured pokemon and protect species from distinction

• Moon keeping up her training and meeting new people and pokemon that will enrich her journey, and defending her championship

[pikachu78109]

General Pokémon Villain HC’s PT. 1

((This is just a random list of head canons on these fellas and I’m not going to go by generation, chronologically))

Archie🌊

Despite his rough, intimidating stature, Archie’s a down to earth, chill guy. If anything, he’s the kind of person who doesn’t take life too seriously. Not too strict with rules, I mean he DOES incorporate some regulations, but for the most part he isn’t going to lose his mind if one of his Grunts does something stupid.

Speaking of Grunts, Archie’s relationship with his team would be that of Luffy’s crew. He cares about his teammates and will absolutely go up to bat for them and they respect the hell out him for it.

Shelley and Archie go way back. They are childhood friends that grew up in Lilycove up until Archie left for Kanto around his late-teens. As close as they are, it’s platonic, although Shelley has developed an interest in Archie, but he’s pretty dense about it. Shelley handles the more responsible aspects within Team Aqua and usually gives a final say whenever Archie might be incapable of doing so. She’s a lot more serious and tends to command more authority than Archie, but she never oversteps her bounds (he’s the leader after all).

Matt and Archie met each other a bit later on in life, probably when Archie was either 12-14. As a big, buff man, Matt tends to be perceived negatively by many people, thinking he’s a troublemaker with intent to hurt others. Archie never viewed Matt in that sense, rather seeing a sensitive and genuine side that holds a heart of gold that proves the many nefarious speculations wrong. As a result, Matt developed a fierce sense of loyalty to Archie, cementing him not just a boss that he’ll follow, but a bro for life.

The pirate inspiration came from the books that Archie used to read as a kid. Not really anything deep, but pirates have always fascinated Archie.

In relation to pirates, Archie lowkey looks to up Drake. Aesthetically anyway.

Archie does stupid shit all. the. time. It’s a miracle that he’s still alive. He could agree to a dare and won’t even question the details.

After the events with Kyogre, Archie had to take some time to reflect. Archie really thought that he was doing the world favor, or rather the Pokémon a favor, by awakening the Sea Basin legend, but totally didn’t expect the outcome. For sure, he felt like garbage and he took it hard. Of course, it doesn’t discredit the fact that Archie did do some bad things (stealing a submarine, Devon parts, a fucking orb) and he’s not the kind of person who makes BS excuses to save face (neither does Maxie). He’ll take responsibility and will figure his issues out with the help of Shelley, and possibly with May and Brandon. Heart was genuinely in the right place, but Archie was too blind to see red flags.

Surprisingly great with kids. You would think that a villain would despise children, but Archie doesn’t mind being around little scamps. He likes their energy and he can keep up pretty well. He’s like the big bro or chill uncle that a lot of kids can talk to, even though the adults think that he’s a bad influence.

Can hold his alcohol pretty well. Man can gulp down at least five to ten drinks before he’s completely cutoff. Hates wine though.

If he hadn’t formed Team Aqua, I imagine him being a super cool marine biologist teacher. His fields trips would be so awesome.

Pretty softhearted and gets emotional a little too easily. It doesn’t take much for this man to cry. Show him a cute baby Spheal learning how to swim? He’s sobbing in seconds.

Maxie🌋

Maxie is an awkward individual who’s so stern, so strict, that it’s almost comical. Everything he does, he does with a bullet pointed mindset. First this, then this, etc. Spontaneity does not apply to Maxie; he’s always prepared and unwilling to make any exceptions because, to him, that would be an inconvenience.

For all his sternness, Maxie can relent a little. He hates making mistakes and expects his team to perform at their absolute. However, he’s no perfectionist and understands that mistakes are always present. It’s a good thing that he’s exceedingly patient.

Tabitha met Maxie as the man was beginning to form Team Magma. He was drawn by Maxie’s keen eye for technology and his knowledge about geological discoveries, a topic that Tabitha took great interest while in college. Of course, Tabitha soon became the earliest member and stuck by Maxie’s side like glue. I would say that Tabitha might be a people pleaser as he does tend to do what Maxie tells him, although, here and there, Tabitha does harbor a bit of jealousy towards everyone praising the Magma boss a bit too much.

Courtney’s…..odd, to put it lightly. Her odd speech patterns coupled that with her robotic mannerisms has led many in Team Magma to wonder if she’s even human. She doesn’t particularly care about expanding landmass (personally) but rather harbors an unhealthy fixation on Maxie. His capabilities of a leader and how he carries himself draw Courtney in and she becomes super defensive against anyone to dares opposes Maxie’s ideals. Being analytical, Courtney studies Maxie’s abilities and feels certain that his way of thinking is the correct approach. Maxie doesn’t feel unnerved by Courtney’s presence and Courtney herself makes sure to not overstep bounds (disappointingly).

Maxie hates being touched, in an intimate sense. No hugging, but a handshake will suffice.

Doesn’t understand slang/texting language. This man is in his late thirties and texts so damn formally and refuses to learn any shortcut text forms. Everything has to be typed out fully, punctuation included.

It could be 80 degrees outside and Maxie will still wear his turtleneck hoodie combo. How this man does not get a heat stroke is beyond comprehension. He might be sweating bullets, but damn, I wish I had his stamina.

Not the best with his emotions, but not like Cyrus level of bad. He’s a blunt, direct individual and can’t really emote well. He’ll say he’s upset, but it’s more restrained, if anything.

Cyrus🪐

A sad, empty man who may very well be the grandfather of emo and nihilism’s best friend for life. Cyrus is a complicated person, so much so that he’s still talked about to this day. No one can quite read Cyrus clearly, not even his Admins.

Despite his impeccable leadership skills and prowess to hold his own in battle, Cyrus is a frail man. His physicality isn’t very strong and the lack of Vitamin D certainly shows as this dude is on his way to becoming a walking corpse. Needless to say, Cyrus doesn’t take very good care of himself and can pass out quite easily if left unattended.

Repressing emotions, as Cyrus strives to achieve, always has been a difficult feat. Although monotone and emotionless to a degree, Cyrus has slipped up and expressed other feelings that aren’t spite and frustration. He’s capable of feeling happiness but he pushes it down so much in order to feel numb. Most of his laughter are mumbled chuckles that are barely noticeable unless you have good ears.

Most of his Admins joined Team Galactic for their own reasons, but most common would be that they are all social outcasts. Cyrus appealed to them mainly for his personal outlook on life and similar experiences with being cast aside, which all three (Saturn, Mars, and Jupiter) could certainly relate to.

Charon joined Team Galactic after the events of Diamond and Pearl, so his reasoning for being there are mostly unknown. Deep down, Charon despises Cyrus and seeks to become leader himself, but no one on Team Galactic takes Charon too seriously.

Doesn’t stay in contact with his grandfather because he doesn’t want to involve him in his life due to the path he chose to pursue. One of the very few moments where Cyrus actually genuinely cares for another human being.

Speaking of his grandfather, he has tried multiple times to reach out to Cyrus, especially when he was little. The family shunned the grandfather for reasons unknown and contact being kept at a painful distance. Still, on the super rare occasions when Cyrus and his grandfather would reunite, it’s a pleasant time.

Cyrus doesn’t have too many hobbies, but tinkering with machinery has always been his passion. Give this man a busted up device and he’ll be showing off his skills proudly.

As a kid, he has tried to make friends, but everyone was put off by him and his strange behavior. Doesn’t help that his home life had its own challenges that made him feel like shit.

Parents weren’t physically abusive, but they were certainly dismissive and self-absorbed folk who would demean their child and shame them for their interests. They were emotionally and mentally abusive to Cyrus, the scars of which permanently traumatized this man for the rest of his life. Parents would pretend that he didn’t exist or sometimes didn’t acknowledge him when in front of company. This oftentimes led Cyrus to hole himself up in his bedroom to escape into his own world, full of machinery and quiet, where no one could bother him.

Cyrus just hurts. There’s not a lot of positivity with this character and, truthfully, he just needs to go to therapy.

[thevoidscreams]

Thank you to @aqua-the-smiter for letting me use her oc for this. I love you. *books gently with love*

Day 20

Pairing Ferrus Manus x Argena (oc)

Warnings: Semi public sex, office sex, cock and ball worship, marking partner, cumming inside

Ferrus grunted and shifted his legs wider, he hated after action reports but they were a necessary evil. His wife however had devised a way for them to be a bit less dull.

“Keep up at this pace and you’ll be done in no time.” She cooed from under his desk. “In more ways than one.”

Ferrus’s cheeks heated as he glanced down below the desk, his kilt pushed up onto his thighs as Argena fondled one ball, kissing it lovingly leaving a perfect mark in the shape of her lips behind in the silvery lip gloss she’d put on for just that purpose.

She stroked his hard manhood trailing a line of kisses up his cock, leaving a smattering of silvery lip marks behind her.

They were the same silver as his eyes, which was the reason she’d picked the color.

Pulling away from his work she smiled. “Your work?”

Ferrus grunted again and turned his gaze back to the paperwork and tried not to think about those golden eyes or coal black hair, or those deliciously soft lips. Or the supple naked form between his thighs.

“Gena.” He breathed as he continued to fill out necessary paperwork.

“Yes my darling husband?”

Her hand closed around one testicle and gave a light squeeze, Ferrus’s pencil cracked in his hand as he choked back a groan.

Globs of clear shiny pre wept down from his tip, Arena eyed them as they trickled down reaching out with the tip of her tongue, collecting the salty drops with a hum of delight.

The warm wet tip of her tongue ran up under the head and dipped into the slit to make sure all of it was lapped up.

“Finish quickly please. I’m going to need more of this.” She panted and Ferrus nodded, reaching for another pencil.

Ferrus burned with the need to take her, to cum in her, or just to simply touch her.

But he knew better, as part of their deal, she would provide him with ‘love’ so long as he was working and after he was one he could have her.

BUt until he was done, he couldn’t cum and he couldn’t touch her. No matter how much he wanted to.

He was just about to complete the last page having pulled another pencil from his store of backups.

He was practically high from the thought that soon he’d be able to pull her up and fucked her till his balls were empty.

They felt like they weighed a thousand pounds each.

Then there was an alert at the door and Ferrus broke the fifth pencil that night.

He knew he couldn’t ignore it, he looked down, under his desk to the cushion his wife was lounging on, her mouth formed into a pout as she heard him permit the person on the other side.

“Come in.” He ordered in a firm voice.

Gabriel Santor came in and approached the desk.

It was a newer feature in his office and he’d never questioned it before, his father had simply wanted a new desk, and built it himself.

“What is it Gabriel?” Ferrus inquired of his first captain, his voice even and hard, but not cruel.

Gabriel did not waste time. “I have updated-”

Ferrus did his best to listen, taking in his words as he tried not to think about how nice Aregena’s mouth felt teasing his cock.

Ferrus’s body was stiff, his fingers laced together tightly. Gabriel's report was brief and to the point but it felt as if he’d gabbed on for an hour to the primarch.

“Is that all my son?”

“It is.”

“Then you may take your leave for now, I have work to complete here and.. a meeting to attend.”

“Shall I accompany you?” Gabriel asked, as he would normally, his position in his father’s honor guard made it a common enough inquiry.

Argena took both his balls in her hand and sucked the tip of Ferrus’s cock hard, sucking down a bit more precum in the process. The primarch’s hands clenched and they creaked audibly.

“No.” Ferrus’s voice came out more clipped then he had intended and he took a deep breath. “This is one I need to take alone… for personal reasons.”

Gabriel did not argue and left his primarch in peace. He took a shuddering breath as he spoke a simple command and the door locked.

Ferrus’s silver eyes blazed down at his wife. “On the desk. Now.”

Argena gave him a sultry little smile, golden eyes smoldering with mirth and desire. “Of course.”

She slipped up from beneath the desk and onto the polished surface.

Ferrus flipped her and gave her ass a not go gentle smack.

“I almost moaned with that last little stunt of yours.” He growled, his metal fingers plunging into her wet entrance. Argena let out a breathy moan and pushed back against him.

“You held out well enough.” She teased.

He gave her another smack that left her ass rippling and forced a girlish squeak from her mouth.

“I do not want our sons knowing that I have their legion mother is under my desk servicing me while I work. It is none of their business.”

His fingers retracted and he reached for his bottom drawer where he procured a bottle of clear lubricant.

He readied his wife. And stroked his own cock a few times to make sure he was well prepared to push into her.

He lined up with her hot cunt and thrust the tip in.

Argena cried out, her wanton sounds echoing in the room.

“Ferrus!~”

He worked his way in with short controlled thrusts but he knew as soon as he bottomed out that he wasn’t going to last. Not after hours of constant teasing.

Argena wiggled under him, begging for more. He could tell they were both practically at the edge already.He steeled himself and began a harsh pace, grunting with each perfect blissful thrust.

His hand wrapped around her throat, he squeezed gently. Her eyes rolled and he felt her clenching around him as she gasped and scratched at the desks surface while her orgasm rolled over her.

Ferrus reached out and grasped the far end of his desk, still using her neck to hold her in place as he let out a growl of all the pent up frustration.

“Gena~” He panted the wood under his fingers, splintered and cracked, yet the hand around her throat never tightened any further.

Her body twitched at the display and she came again.

Ferrus couldn’t hold on and he bent over her further as he came. His cum flooded her smaller body and spilled out and down her thighs onto the floor.

They both panted, basking in the satisfaction and after glow.

Ferrus lifted her into his arms kissing her face lovingly.

“Thank you.” He sighed, sitting back in his chair with his wife in his lap.

“That was so much.” She smiled and kissed his chin in return.

“You’ve had me worked up for over two hours. Perhaps my body decided to put it all out in one go as revenge.”

Argena gave him a mischievous little smile. “Maybe I should try working you up for even longer next time?”

Ferrus groaned and his head fell back onto the hearest of his chair.

“....Maybe.” He humored and hugged her tighter.

[casidianpokezoology]

Would you have any funfacts about Aggrons ? If you don't have any I'm also interested in Blaziken :)

(@team-aqua-grunt-marine)

Aggrons will leave markings on trees to warn others of their presence, of danger, and other stuff. If other Aggron die of causes besides other Aggron, there's fewer fights. And they. Love fighting, so that would be an issue for them.

If other Aggron die of causes besides other Aggron, there's fewer fights. And they. Love fighting, so that would be an issue for them, so strangely enough, they will actually protect one another literally just so they can fight eachother.

An Aggron will fight off an enemy of another Aggron because they can prove they're the stronger Aggron by beating something that is beating the other Aggron. It's a little irrational, but they have a really weird kind of honor code that they obey in their fights- they don't typically kill eachother, and they won't just let others die for no reason.

This is weird because they're super territorial, but they seem aware if the role that they and other Aggron play in more or less protecting the ecosystem (they're a major part of environmental recovery after a disaster), so they probably recognize that killing other Aggron or letting them die is like. Not good.

And because I want to: Blaziken facts as well! Less of em though. They have a habit of adopting like any babies, especially fire and/or bird pokemon. A Blaziken will take in any little guy that they find, to the point that some pokemon who can't take care of their own kids will leave the kid/s in a Blaziken nest, because they know that they'll take them in without a second thought.

I've actually seen a Blaziken with two Fletchings as well as its actual chicks, and the only thing it seemed concerned about was why they were still so small.

[lorekeeper-backset]

Hiiii so uh I've looked around your blog and pokemon IRL stuff

I LOVE IT ALL SO MUCH !!! WE HAVE THE SAME TASTE IN SO MANY THINGSSSS

First of all Alpha Sapphire was my first pkmn game and it's my FAVORITE EVERRRR my starter was Blaziken and my fave poké is Rayquaza and I'm a HUGE Team Aqua fan I have ONE cosplay that I take out every year to go to conventions and it's a Team Aqua grunt. My other fave pokemons are Absol and Mightyena and ALL OF GEN 3 HELP IM AUTISTIC

I also saw your Team Aqua and Team Magma reunited (I forgot the actual word u used jsjsjsj sorry I'm a bit too exited) pokemon conservation and !! That's like... the story I've been building with my own pkmn irl blog. Team Aqua and Team Magma are now protecting pokemon agains hurtful human activities. Aqua is taking care of marine pokémons and Magma of terrestrial pokemons. They haven't officially fused but they're working together. Also they're called Neo-Aqua ans Neo-Magma basent on a fake memory I had of à grunt calling themselves "Neo-Aqua" when, in fact, he was just saying something like "We're gonna be a new Team Aqua". I played the game 10 years ago.

I am SO SO IN LOVE WITH RAYQUAZA I made my trainersona (the Team Aqua grunt) à Rayquaza Chosen lmao. He didn't give her incredible powers or anything but he takes care of her. He isn't officially in her (my trainersona) team but he helps her out. Kinda the same with Latias who's, I agree, an EXCELLENT legendary poke :3

ANYWAYYYYSYSS I LOVE YOUR BLOG SO MUCH I'LL ACTUALLY READ THROUGH THEM MORE WHEN IM A BIT CALMED DOWN AND ILL TRY TO INTERACT IN PKMN IRL SJSJJEJDZJ SORRY I JUST REALLY LOVE WHAT YOU'VE BUILT

Woah. This is... this is a lot, haha. You're making me blush. Alpha Sapphire was my second game but it remains my favorite to this day (with Y, my first one, being my second favorite). I have so many thoughts about it all the time. I'm glad I was able to inspire you, it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside, you know.

[aqua-grunt-zesty]

Join Team Aqua where our submarines AREN'T PILOTED BY GAME CONTROLLERS

[rpking99]

Evil Team

Hiden away on Luxure is an evil team dubbed Team Siren. A team of overindulgence and lust.

Leader: Jessie

Jessie knows she is attractive, but also knew she had enough being some bottom rung on the ladder. Finding out about Luxure, using some connections to sneak onto the island, she ended up with a few other past villains. Finding out about the Gijinkamon phenomenon and what a few others where planning... Jessie used her seductive skills and ended up taking over the orginisation

She was never going to bow to someone else ever again. Now all will worship her boots!

Admins

Malva

Malva is a very sensual being. And with Lysander's plan failing... well she naturally fell in with Team Siren. As most saw her as an innocent TV news woman and a member of the Kalos Elite 4, not realising she was technically as double agent to help Team Siren slip around the Pokemon Ranger

Courtney

Courtney was always eager to please, always happy to let others take control. She did as she commanded. And so, obeying Jessie and becoming hers was easy as could be

Shelly

Shelly clashed with the rest of the team when she first joined, but all it took was for Jessie to show off some of her skills and the former Team Aqua Admin was an eager follower of their goal.

Mars

When Mars found out about Team Siren's plans, she instantly offered to join. The chaos it would cause being just oh so wonderful~

Plumeria

Plumeria is the only member of the Team who does not believe in Jessie's goal. She is only here because of the Team Skull members who had ended up within Team Siren, and she was determined to keep them safe.

Grunts

There are grunts from every Evil Team on Team Siren. And as they have no uniform, they keep their own style from when they where

Their Goal

Now many of you may be asking "The hell does Team Siren WANT?! And what are they even DOING?!"

Well, glad you asked!

What Team Siren are doing are kidnapping people and Pokemon to run tests on them. Trying to create something... special.

Scientists working on using Salazzle phermones to hypnotise/turn people in sex pets. Which is basically Jessie's end goal, to turn herslef into the Worlds Dominatrix. All under her heel!

But she needed more help than she thought she would. And so, out comes their new lead scientist...

Professor Juniper!

During the story of Luxure, Professor Juniper is kidnapped by Team Siren and put under the process that bent her to Jessie's will.

With these effects in play, their advancement skyrockets and soon they have it... Team Siren's end goal.

Mega Salazzle

Using research on almost every type of strange phenomenon out there in the Pokemon World, from Regional Variants to Tera Types to Paradox Pokemon to Mega Evolution and more, as well as Juniper's knowledge on Pokemon biology, Jessie's goal was finally realised

Creating a Gijinka Mega Salazzle. Their ultimate weapon who's phermones are now so powerful, that the world will be warped to be its slaves. And as it belongs to Jessie, hers as well.

A Poison/Fire/Psychic Type Pokemon with stats comparable to a Legendary and a unique Ability "Queen's Comandment" (This Ability allowing working like "As One", where it now has two abilities. It's original "Corrosion" Ability and a second ability that allows its Fire Type to change any time the opponent attacks, changing her Secondary Type to whatever recives the least damage from the attack sent her way).

Do not try using Normal, Fighting, Ghost, Poison, Ground, Electric, Psychic or Dragon moves on her as she will become immune

She also has all G-Max moves as well. She is a moss, a monster. A final challenge. Can you defeate her and save the world?

Total Muses: 8/Infinity (Depending on how you count the Grunts) (Also, not counting Juniper here, no repeates)

[aqua-grunt-zesty]

And I'd do it again if it weren't for me being busy at the moment . . .

But I have a magma grunt to find . . . and you are not it . . . whoever you are . .

@aqua-grunt-zesty, do you remember that speaker in your team's HQ that is still blasting music periodically? I did it, but, uhm, I feel guilty now. So, as an apology, I will play some sea-themed songs and then turn the speaker off.

Sleep well, guys. I will not bother you anymore...

...for now.

[magma-grunt-zesty]

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Damn . . . I know she's been here too . . .and still no actual sign of her since my last encounter . . .

[mamasplat]

I’ve vaguely explained my break down of the kalos protags ages (and while I could talk about that more) I wanna talk about zinnia because I have a lot of thoughts about her!

I’ve spent years of my life focused on storytelling both visually and verbally, specifically written and drawn character designs and the art of “show don’t tell” so I think that gives me enough insight to be the one deciphering character ages-

Okay starting first with her visuals, zinnia has a very mature build by proportions alone, she has sharp facial features, firm toned body (you can literally see that through her shirt, which is skin tight and tied on) she’s undoubtedly muscular partially through her upbringing, but it’s important to remember muscle gains come with age. You will not see a 12 year old with abs and jacked forearms because a young child/teen body can not gain that kind of muscle. A toned body indicates muscle gain especially in AFAB individuals as there’s a lack of testosterone to aid in the process of bulking up. And zinnia leads a rather off the grid lifestyle already so an enhanced workout routine is out of the question. Her build alone indicates late teens to early adulthood.

Dialogue, there’s dialogue that refers to zinnia as a teenager. But there is also dialogue of a team magma grunt saying she’s totally his type. If they’re comfortable having implied adults hit on her I feel it’s safe to assume we can cut her down into the 18-19 bracket.

Storyline, zinnias story is not a tale you write a young child into. Her story is filled with heartbreak and not just acceptance of her own mortality, but also facing her willingness to die in order to save the world. She was raised into a suicidal duty and she’s come to terms with a young death. Most writers (especially gamefreak who makes games for children) tend to avoid child death as to not upset parents and players. Another part of her story is the fact she gets a job working under team magma/aqua depending on your version, and while I wouldn’t say it’s out of they’re brand to work with younger teens in team aqua- team magma would not hire a 15 year old into a high tech eco terrorist team of geologists and scientists. Meaning she must be old enough for them to think she’s responsible in the field.

Lastly, I placed Calem and Serena at the age of 18 as they didn’t have an appearance that (in my opinion) warranted me putting them at the age of 19. When I put zinnia next to Calem and Serena I see that (in my opinion) she looks older than them both. Therefore my final thought is that lorekeeper zinnia from pokemon omega ruby and alpha sapphire, is 19 years old.

Thank you for coming to my autistic TED talk