#pokémon sumo guzma x reader

[smallestapplin]

hi, can i ask for guzma and piers (separately) with a s/o who rambles in sex, especially if it's really good and close to cumming, they'll just open their mouths and thank you and curse just because it's so fucking good??????

love your writings 🧡💛

I'm ascending

🔞Warnings : mdni! GN!Reader, overstimulation, mild degradation in Guzma's🔞

Minors do NOT interact! 18+ only!

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Piers

He loves it! He can't stop talking either, he just wants to hold you close, rut his cock into your needy hole and listen to you sing for him. Piers can't get enough, he ends up drooling the more you cry out and beg for him, begging for more, it just gets his body so hot!

"Oh- ohh fuck! Mm..fuck! Piers M'gonna...ah, so good!!"

His eyes roll back, feeling you tighten around his cock, cumming just for him. He needs more, he doesn't want to stop just yet.

"One more, yeah? You can give me one more? Please- ah fuck...please baby, cum for me again, I need it."

Your sounds go right to his cock, fuck he wants to cum so badly but he just needs to fuck you more, to make a mess of you, watch you come undone just because he's so good at pleasing you.

He buries his face into your neck, kissing and sucking his marks into your skin. Piers groans as you grab his hair, whining as you pull on it. It's like you're trying to make him weak, he can't take much more of this but he doesn't want it to end soon either.

"Piers, oh god, ah! T'much, your cock is too much-!!" You arch your back with a squeal, his tip hammering against your sweet spot is making your head spin!

Piers groans, moving his head back up to look at you, a smirk plastered over his lips. His tired eyes gazing down at you with such hunger.

"Yeah? You love it, don't you? S'like you were made to take me."

And by Arceus he will show you he means it.

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Guzma

Another man who loves it but more accurately, he thrives off of it, he needs it more than anything. Guzma loves it when you tell him how good he's fucking you, loves it when you praise him, loves how he knows when he's making you feel good without even needing to ask.

"G-Guzma! Ohhh...haaa, so...so deep! Thank you- thank you, please fuck me-!!" You shriek, tossing your head back against your pillow.

Guzma can't help but moan, though it's overshadowed by your cute mewls. He loves you so much, loves this!

"Such a needy lil slut you are. But you're all mine, right?"

"Yes yes all yours-fuck! There, right there! pleasepleaseplease!"

"Fuuuck! Greedy whore, always wantin' more. Gah....mm..you're squeezin' my cock so much, like yer tryna milk me."

His rough hands grip your thighs, pulling your legs higher up on his hips. His eyes flutter shut for a moment, basking in the heat of all the passion.

He rolls his hips, grinding his cock right against your sweet spot, smirking as you cry out. Your hands flying to his biceps, digging your nails into his skin, trying to ground yourself.

"Gonna cum for me? Go on, make a mess."

Guzma just wants a taste, maybe after he fills your hole up with his cum he'll clean you up with his tongue.

A good little thing like you deserves to feel desired.

[vrisrezis]

can you write Headcanons for your favorite Pokemon Characters to date someone who acts like Mikan

Gary thinks you’re adorable and super fun to tease and embarrass, but he often worries about you tripping over something. The way you talk about yourself and how you were treated makes him feel a bit of guilt for how he’s treated ash in the past.

Gladion worries about you a lot, you’re going to give this poor boy a heart attack. He already finds himself worrying about Lillie ;( but he loves you so much, he’s positive you and his sister are besties.

Bede was a hit mean to you at first but he eventually came around. He will never understand how you can just take his shit and not fight back at all, he feels bad and because of this is overprotective.

Guzma is overprotective to the max. He loves to flirt with you and everything, but he’s the only one allowed to tease you given how you take most jokes from others.

[guzmagang]

Hello! I found your page due to the Guzma head canons. He's become my hyperfixation as of late, as such I was wondering if you had any other headcanons you wanted to share?

Yeah, sure, I need to get back into writing. Also i need a distraction for my own mental wellbeing ahahhahahahah help. 

Guzma strikes me as the partner who will willingly listen to any music you’re into and with you and not make any comments about it but is secretly judging and half-way psychoanalyzing. 

He’s pretty handsy and unabashed; if you have any family who makes underhanded comments about you around him, he becomes much more crass and possessive. He will make sure it’s known that 1- you are his, so fuck off with that shit and 2- you chose him. You did not choose them. They’re stuck with both of you and he will make it hell for them for his entertainment. 

Guzma 100% eats like the Single Straight Man™ stereotype whether or not he is or is not straight; his breakfast is a weirdly toasted piece of bread and dinner is a frozen pizza topped with random shit he threw on. 

ON that note, if you cook for him/order higher quality food/ literally anything else, he’s so far gone; this man is chest deep into this relationship and he just fell for you. 

[ I just had a thought as I am writing this of Guzma hearing literally any song from “The Normal Album” and being legitimately wildly concerned. ]

Can and will fight any shitty person who is now removed from your life; ex, ex friend, shitty family, he will undo all of his therapy. 

Guzma is wildy crass at times, but when it comes to you, he’ll ask you rather intimate things with such maturity; asking you about your past relationships, if anything bad happened, why it didn’t work out and such, and will handle it with a lot of mercy and maturity. 

Give him some sort of gentle thing to stimulate him; let him pet a soft pokemon, comb a pokemon, brush your hair, attempt to braid your hair- just give him something soft and it’ll soothe him a lot if he’s feeling restless or trapped. 

If he didn’t live in a naturally humid and salty environment, his hair would not be nearly as floofy. Fluffy, yes, but not a swablu. Fucker got italian hair fr fr 

Guzma is obviously not particularly an academic, but he also doesn’t like to be seen as a stupid fuck-up; if you went to college or any sort of higher education, he’ll ask you to show him any of your notes from that and explain the concepts to him. He’s not the greatest at it, but now he understands how a pathogen works! 

He isn’t particularly entranced with reading, but he’ll definitely do it as a non-violent non-traumatizing form of entertainment. 

Has no fuvkin clue how a fountain pen works. None. 

If you have a hyperfixation/special interest to talk about, he will absolutely listen to you talk about it and such; no, he has no idea what you’re talking about. Yes, please keep on talking. 

Embroidery is the same fountain pen conundrum. 

Will grasp onto very random academic concepts; he knows there was an industrial revolution which led to the mass production of art equipment and technologies that revolutionized the art world and how artists worked, sparking the first movement away from the French academy of art. No he doesn’t know what impressionism is. Yes they are the same thing. 

[fightingmonsterswithwords]

A Piece of the Hopeful Future (Guzma x Reader) - SbtT related

PAIRING: Guzma x Reader

RELATED WORKS: Swept by the Tempest, Raindrops

TAGS: Soulmate AU, angst and fluff, mentions of past abuse, happy ending

Read in AO3:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19083682/chapters/72666225

(A/N):

So... something truly magical has happened and I was able to actually write something. ????? *throws confetti*

As I addressed earlier this afternoon, today marks the fourth anniversary of Swept by the Tempest, my greatest achievement to date fic-wise and writing-wise in general. And of course I wanted to make something special, because it’s a special story to me (even if it also keeps giving me many a headache) and you deserve a gift for putting up with me (the worst author ever) for all these years.

(I just finished it and I haven’t revised anything - pushing midnight here where I live, and I wanted to post it today. I’ll fix mistakes tomorrow.)

It’s just a little one-shot (barely ~1k words long) but I hope you like it. I guess I will add it to the Raindrops file in AO3, feels pretty canon to me *coughs*. I actually think this is the first piece I ever post directly in here, lmao. I don’t really know what to write in this section. Anyway, enjoy! ❤

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The clap of thunder wakes him up. Anyone would say he should have grown used to the angry clamour of the skies by now, after so many years living in the heart of a near perpetual storm. Guzma rolls onto his back with a languid groan and stretches his long limbs, claiming ownership of the whole bed with absolutely no intention of getting up yet.

The cold, empty touch beneath his outstretched left hand sits wrong with him, fingers twisting on the already wrinkled sheets, and he frowns through closed eyes. What is missing?

Barely keeping afloat in the lingering drowsiness, his mind attaches to wisps of the dream he just left behind. And what a crazy dream it was, Guzma thinks with a despondent inward laugh. Because, you see, his brain must be even more fried than he thought for the kind of impossible nonsense it conjured up—that he found you, the soulmate he had been forever waiting for, and, well, not all of it was smooth-sailing from the get-go, not by a long shot, but together you eventually made it work. And you were perfect. And you wanted him, broken and all. And life was good.

Too good to be true.

He hates it when his mind does this, when it tricks him so ruthlessly. When it makes him think he’s back on that childish bedroom filled with useless trophies, when it replicates the dreaded sound of heavy footsteps stopping right by his door—he can see the ominous shadow on the gap underneath—and even now, even knowing it’s all a nightmare, he holds his breath praying silently that it goes away, that the doorknob doesn’t turn to let in the yelling and the pain.

His back itches, just thinking of it, and Guzma hates himself for it. Even more so, thinking back to the other dream, for letting himself believe such wonderful lie could be possible. Could be real. But he knows everything will turn to dust the moment his eyes open to the cobweb-riddled ceiling of his so-called throne room, dark, lonely, foul-smelling…

Wait a moment.

Guzma blinks like a Rowlet at the pristine, white ceiling of not-his-throne-room. The air smells clean, nice, with a fruity undertone that clings to the fluffy pillow under his head and, all on its own, warms his heart. The bedroom is dim, quiet. The rain taps on the window and patters on the roof, but it’s a gentle drumming, soothing. From beyond the ajar door, a soft beam of yellow light spills inside along with the distant clanking of kitchenware.

It was no dream. Everything rushes back to him, all at once, and he takes a deep, shuddering breath. Now, he remembers. This is the bed where you fall asleep right beside him every night, in the bedroom you decorated, in the home you accepted to share with him.

While he lies there, foolishly coming to terms with reality, the door opens a bit more and Guzma sits up a little to see an Umbreon—your Umbreon—appear on the threshold. The furry pokémon just stays there and squints at him with luminous red eyes, like questioning what is wrong with him.

But before he can open his mouth, your head also pokes inside right behind Umbreon and the sudden warmth that fills Guzma from the inside out, like the comfortable tingling of sunlight on a cool spring morning, knocks any clever remark away.

“Hey, you finally woke up,” you say with a beaming smile, walking into the room. There’s a bowl of batter in your hands that you seem in the midst of stirring. When still he doesn’t say anything, your quirk an eyebrow, amused. “What’s the matter, Sleeping Beautifly? Oh, right, as your knight in shining armour I’m supposed to break the dark spell with a true love kiss.”

Clad in those ridiculous Wooloo slippers he gave you last Christmas, you close the distance to the bed with five soft steps and then, mindful of the bowl and the mess nobody would be thrilled to clean if its contents spilled, you bend down at the waist and lovingly press your mouth to his. Once, and again, more insistent, and a third time with a delighted sigh that ghosts over his moist lips when Guzma at last reclaims control over his mind and body and moves to hold the back of your head and pull you closer.

You laugh breathily when at length freed from the embrace, cheeks flushed red. “Alright, alright – cut it out, mister. There will be plenty of time for that later. Power was out for a while due to the storm and I’m way behind on everything. Plumes, Kukui, the kids and the rest of the guys will be here in an hour and I’m still not finished with the cake! So, get your ass out of that bed and at least have the decency to shower, birthday boy.”

��Huh?”

“By the Tapus, that must have been a really weird nap. I’ve never seen you so quiet for so long. You look as though you have seen a ghost or something. Come on – shower, clothes, then I promise we can play with the leftover icing if there’s time before the guests start arriving,” you walk out with a naughty wink. “I've got a little surprise gift for you.”

A weird nap, indeed.

Guzma rubs the sleep from his eyes, exhaling a bitter laugh. How could he have been so easily fooled by his own mind into believing everything had been a lie? Thrown back to the darkest of times, when he held no hope whatsoever and the name that branded his skin was only attached to a delirious idea of salvation. But it’s all real. He found you. And you love him, broken and all. And life is good.

Closing his eyes to the sound of your singing in the kitchen, Guzma smiles and wishes, more than anything, that he could tell his past self… that everything would be alright.

[sliggoons]

A Fluffy, Comforting Guzma x Reader

This is what we all need right now, whether you want to admit it or not.

   The rain was coming down in torrents as you walked down the main street of Po Town. You didn’t bother running, your clothes, hair and entire bag were already soaked through. Your socks squelched inside your shoes with each step you took. This day had just been plain rotten, and the heavy rain was only worsening your mood. Not only had it prohibited you from accomplishing your days worth of activities, but it wasn’t a pleasant rain. Buckets of cold, frigid water pelted into the earth, muddying the paths, and the wind brought goosebumps to your arms.

     Quietly you made your way up to Guzma’s room in the dilapidated mansion. Since you and Guzma had been together, you noticed an increase in his motivation to fix the place up. Slowly but surely the cracks in the walls and ceilings were beginning to be patched, the broken glass swept up and windows replaced.

      A few of the grunts you were closer friends with extended waves or words of greeting, but you ignored them, silently walking up the stairwell. You felt awful doing it, but you knew they’d just ask you what was wrong, and you’d stand there dripping wet, trying to explain and fighting back the lump forming in your throat. So you opted to just continue on, head down.

      Soon you reached the door to Guzma’s room. You hated to bother him, knowing he had some work to do, and he’d been in a grumpy mood. Team Skull had really been struggling with finances recently, and since Guzma was in charge he felt personally responsible for it all. But you were still there, knocking on the door to his room.

      You heard a voice snap from within. “Whaddya want? I’m real busy,” he paused, waiting for a reply as you tried to figure out how to word this. Maybe it’d be better if you just went home, Guzma had been really stressed about all the work he had to do lately. “Oh just come in already, best make it quick though.”

      You opened the door, stepping in, then closing it quietly behind you, all too suddenly self aware of the water soaking into the carpet at your feet. You looked up at him, Guzma, your boyfriend, splayed out on his "throne", his laptop balanced on his knee. You felt at ease, just standing in this room, and the stresses of your day started to unwind, in the form of tears pricking at your eyes.

      Guzma looked up, he blinked once, twice, his eyes wide. “Oh,” he stated, haphazardly throwing his laptop to the side, standing up, his eyes glued to you. “Aye, what happened, baby doll? Is everything alright?”

      Guzma noticed instantly, the difference between the water droplets falling from your soaked hair and rolling down your face, and the tears gathering in your eyes. He saw the way your bottom lip quivered so slightly and the dark circles forming under your eyes. He walked towards you, his arms awkwardly out, his instincts telling him to touch, hug, hold you in his arms. He wasn’t sure though, he learned to be cautious with you, always waiting to make sure he didn’t force you into anything you didn’t want.

      So Guzma waited, close, his big hands resting tentatively on your elbows, rubbing gentle circles into your skin. And that was enough for you, the tears started to overflow and your shoulders started to shake. His arms wrapped around you the instant you reached for him, burying your face in his chest.      One arm around your waist, the other hand cradling the back of your head, Guzma gently stroked your hair as you cried, ridding yourself of all your negative emotions.

      “You can always talk to me yaknow. About anything. I’ll be here to listen, but only if you wanna tell me.” Guzma held you for another minute before pulling away, watching as you wiped the stray tears from your cheeks. “Let’s get you out of those soppin’ clothes, okay?" Guzma suggested, his voice quiet, yet reassuring. He looked around his messy room, broken bottles piling up in the corner, clothes thrown around. Guzma managed to find a clean pair of gym shorts in all the chaos. He glanced around once more and with a sheepish, awkward grin he shrugged off his jacket and extended it in offering.

      As soon as you had changed his hands were back on you, pulling you in for another hug. He set you back at arms length, looking you once over. "You’re really wearing my clothes, huh, looking all cute n shit,” he paused, reveling in the small chuckle that fell from your lips and into the small space created between your head and his chest as you fell back into him. “You didn’t get hurt, did you?” Guzma asked pressing a heavy kiss to the top of your head, still damp from the storm, but he didn’t seem to mind.

      “No, I’m alright,” you replied, shaking your head and wrapping your arms even tighter around Guzma’s torso. You didn’t understand how he stayed so lean and muscular despite his horrible diet, maybe it was all the training he put himself and his Golisopod through. You weren’t complaining though, you were sure there wasn’t a place on the planet that felt safer than one of his giant, encompassing bear hugs, wrapped up in his strong arms.

      “I’m glad, I’d have to go pulverize some punks if you weren’t, and I don’t really feel like doin’ that right now.” Guzma rested his head on top of yours, gently swaying the two of you back and forth. Guzma really was a playful boyfriend, like right now you knew he wanted something, but he never liked to tell you himself.

      “What do you want to do then?” You asked, trying your best to drag it out of him. You knew he was doing this on purpose, one of his adorable games that was also good for getting your mind off of the negative.

      “Hmm, besides spending time with you, I’m not sure I know,” Guzma loosened his grip on your waist, pulling away to give you his signature smirk.

     “A Pokemon battle?”

      “Nah.”

     “A hot cup of Tapu Cocoa?”

     “Ah, you know I hardly ever pass those up, but not exactly what I had in mind…” Guzma trailed off.

     “I know!” You exclaimed, smiling, “You want to go get in bed and give your girlfriend the best cuddles ever to help cheer her up!”

     Guzma gave you his dopiest grin, “Right on, doll!” He picked you up, almost effortlessly, and carried you over to the bed where he (gently) tossed you onto the pile of pillows and soft blankets. He collapsed into bed next to you, turning on his side to face you and propping his head up with his hand. “Do ya maybe wanna talk about it?” Your boyfriend asked cautiously as you situated yourself in bed, mirroring his position.

      “Maybe later,” You muttered, looking down at the sheets, feeling the tears flooding your eyes again. You had almost stopped crying, but once you started up it was hard to stop. You felt a few fat tears roll down your cheeks before quickly reining your emotions back in. Sometimes it was just nice to cry and get all your pent up emotions out.

      “How come you still manage to look beautiful with tears all over ya face, huh, babe?” Guzma whispered, bringing his hands up to cup your face and wipe your tears away with his thumbs. You laughed lightly, a smile forcing its way onto your face along with a burning blush, looking up to meet his eyes and kind smile. At that moment you were really able to see Guzma for who he really was. His eyes were warm, but the heavy, dark circles beneath them were not. Ingrained under his eyes after many cold nights alone, many sleepless and many overslept. Yet after all that, Guzma was gentle, kind, and his stormy grey eyes were calm, at least when they were turned to you. Grey like a solid, steady rock, always there for you to lean and rely on.

     “I, I want you to know. I love you, okay?” His voice was soft, shaky, a manner you had never heard from Guzma before. He paused for a second, then falling back in to his usual tough guy façade, “An I ain’t saying it again, I’m not no sap.”

       Smile bright and hands shaking, you reached up to run your fingers through the back of his undercut, bringing his face closer so you could smash your mouth to his. You conveyed all your love, trust, and appreciation in that kiss, pulling away and holding his cheek in your hand.

     “Maybe I should say that more often then,” Guzma said, winking, a chuckle rolling from deep in his chest. You still caught the delicate blush that had settled in along Guzma’s cheekbones and over the bridge of his nose. You made Guzma get up to turn off the light and open the curtains so the room filled with a the gentle, dim grey light that had made its way past the storm clouds. You were too cozy to get up yourself, and Guzma was happy to do so for you. He’d do anything for you, and he hoped one day he could find the courage to tell you that, and much more.

      You smiled and hummed in contentment as he returned to bed and snuggled up close to you. With your head on his chest you could hear his heartbeat steadily thumping, the rain drizzling outside with gentle rolls of thunder, and the occasional whisper from Guzma of his newest crazy idea. Heat radiated off of him and his arm was lazily draped around your side. You knew you definitely made the right decision going into his room, and you hoped you’d never have to leave. 

[serendipitoussirensong]

What a real update after forever? 🎉🎉🎉 Heck yeah! Also, despite links not showing proper previews on tumblr, they definitely work - I'm not sure what's up.

Guzma and Luna finally go on their "real date" together, and talk about their soulmarks, finally. Well, at least a little bit. 😉

[guzmasgirl]

GUZMA x READER on AO3

I dunno if the relevant people will see this but I’m going to reread and rewrite “An Otherworldly Lust; But for what?” and “Where the Day was Night and the Night was Day”

So if you read either of these and were bummed I haven’t updated, get excited. They’re both Guzma x Reader/Main character OC (not to be mistaken with canon Moon, the protag) and fairly angsty with adult themes like drug use, etc. It's nsfw but my writing abilities in this area are dodgy.

The reason I’m rewriting is because I started the fics off with very loose plot intentions, and it ended up not flowing well - Furthermore I believe the quality rises with my mental health as I’m in a better spot than I was initially.

I’m excited to get these started again because it gives me personal meaning to create/produce and get feedback. If anyone sees this at all I’d appreciate you checking the fics out/commenting, on AO3. Thanks

Update: fic 1 is about a depressed trainer who uses Pokémon challenges to find meaning in her life, gets entangled in both Guzma AND ultra wormhole nonsense

fic 2 is darker and is about how you failed to save the world in the Ultra timeline and escape to the regular sumo universe to live out the rest of your days knowing everyone you loved is dead cause of you, but Guzma helps you through this and adventures ensue as you grow & move passed the tragedy

[vrisrezis]

hello hello, been a while since i requested, but ive had a thought in my head that wont leave but i dont have the motivation to write it myself:

can i please get hcs on how Guzma and James would be as dads? preferably biological daughter please-

Guzma is a chill dad, but he’s extremely overprotective. He acts like his child’s best friend but if anyone were to look at his kid the wrong way it’s their funeral.

James is the kinda dad to do dumb stuff on purpose to make his kid smile and laugh. The type to wear a pink skirt and have a little tea party with his daughter. He would do anything for his kid.

[vrisrezis]

Hi it’s me again I was wondering if you could do tai ham, Leon, brock and Guzman x insecure reader if you don’t feel comfortable about then you don’t have

Leon is good at comforting you, he hates the idea of you being insecure about yourself though. He thinks you’re really great and he’s familiar with the terrible feeling so he doesn’t like knowing you’re going through it. Often helps through jokes.

Brock is all about pep talks and trying to convince you that you’re amazing!! He says it with so much genuine sincerity, there’s no doubt in his mind and he says it in such a matter of a fact way it’s almost impossible to deny it as truth.

Guzma is insecure too, but he truly doesn’t know how to help aside from that “it’s just shit in your head, but I get it” he doesn’t ever fault you for it, even if you act rude or anything because of your insecurities. He’s the most understanding.

[vrisrezis]

Could I request another headcanon of Kiawe, Hau, and Guzma with a clingy S/O??? Thank u!!!!

Kiawe doesn’t mind the clinginess but would rather you not cling during Pokémon matches. Other than that it’s free game, he’s secretly a bit clingy himself even if he’ll never admit it.

Hau is very clingy too, when the two of you separate it’s the end of the world and he’s crying his eyes out about it (he’s very dramatic). Unless it’s genuinely serious.

Guzma is secretly clingy too, so likes the clinginess. It gives him an excuse to constantly have an arm around you and you can’t tease him for it, even if you do he says “it’s for you, got nothin to do with me”

[vrisrezis]

So like basically. guzma with a s/o who just has the big snorlax that they take naps with. i think it will be cute:)

Guzma probably joins y’all, as long as the snorlax doesn’t hate him lmao. But arceus knows he needs sleep, he takes as many naps throughout the day as he can since he has trouble sleeping at night. It’s a nice time.

[vrisrezis]

might i request a guzma x male reader where his bf introduces him to his sweetheart of a haxorus and guzma is like “WTF IS THAT” bc this is alola and he’s never seen one before, but reader’s haxorus is just a big baby and automatically loves guz :>

- an ftm haxorus lover

Haxorus is definitely one of my favorites I have to admit LOL . I thought alola did have some trainers with haxorus but maybe I’m wrong <3

Guzma is not the most educated on a bunch of different Pokémon, he only knows of Pokémon in alola. If you showed him a kantonian meowth he would probably be so goddamn confused. So when you introduce your partner to your boyfriend, his mouth is agape. “WHAT IS THAT?” he says out loud, and you giggle at your boyfriend. Once you introduce one another though, guzma is expecting some tough love sorta deal. Since haxorus is such a tough lookin Pokémon, but it’s quick to gentle bump it’s head against his with a coo, making him raise a brow. He will be pleasantly surprised to find haxorus is a big sweetie.

[vrisrezis]

hi there! i saw that you write for pokemon! i was wondering if you could write headcanons for Guzma, Professor Sycamore, Hau, Clemont, Kiawe, Maxie, Archie, and Steven with an short fem S/O that really loves honey, tea, sweets, and plushies (basically me lol)? hope thats not too much to ask! thank you! have a nice day and make sure to drink plenty of water!!!

Hi ! Pls look at my list cuz a lot of these characters I do not do!! But here ya gooo ! Thank u for the kind words !

Guzma is not a fan of most of these things, but for some reason he seems to always have them and gives them to you because he happened to have them. You can’t tell if that’s genuinely the case or if he’s a big softie that went out his way to buy them for you. He’s… a good liar.

Hau is always sure to buy the cutest plushies he can find, even when he may have not brought a lot of money with him that day, and usually his idea of a fun date is taking you out for tea or to get some sweets (and malasadas!)

Kiawe thinks your tastes are cute! He usually tends to get you this piping hot tea. As for other things, not as much. However, he does manage to get you honey for his honey (haha) very often. You may find that the dork gets you a pikachu plushie. It has two pikachus holding a heart =)

[guzmagang]

the everything guzma pt 2 kinda

commission for @kungfualice ! i’ve been working on this over a hot minute- it’s as the title suggests. everything guzma. thank you so much for your support!!!

commission/kofi tips open; reblogs greatly appreciated :) cross posted onto AO3 as nasabasa.

Content notes: mention of trauma, references to self harm, spicy but not explicit explicit bits

Guzma is not, in any way, a morning person; if you were to be technical about it, he actually needs more sleep than the average adult + nightmares, meaning he needs more sleep but he doesn’t typically get it.

If he does get enough sleep, he likes watching the sunrise.

On the topic of trauma and sleep, he is slowly growing and moving through and past nightmares and night terrors; they’re hard, they’re exhausting, but slowly and surely they’re being met.

The less nightmares, the more sleep he gets, the more rested he is makes it easier for him to recognize certain things and develop things he didn’t get to when he was younger.

Guzma is definitely one who is seen in change, not a violent renaissance; he makes sure and hard decisions about change he is going to make and how he is going to grow, but he’s still Guzma.

His closeness to you grows with his personal growth; he is not going to hurt you but that means he closed some parts of himself off from you, like anger and certain confusions around memories.

As he is able to understand himself a bit more, he opens himself more to you, but he also doesn't expect you to try to fix him, nor does he want you to; he wants to love you and he wants you to love him- you love and support him, not try to unwind everything that happened to him.

Guzma had a cage stage when he came to terms with himself- with what happened and what needs to happen now to grow. He wanted to rip everything up from the bottom and start over again, but it’s hard to sleep without a floor; he had to have patience with himself, which is one of the first things that was ever ripped away from him learning.

Golisopod got in on the action of keeping Guzma from harming himself. Very big bug is hard to stop.

Guzma doesn’t know how to drive. He never learned. He was able to- or had to- walk everywhere.

Doesn’t know how to ride a bike either.

Guzma is from Alola- with great scenery- but he’s never left Alola; he’s never seen a non-volcanic mountain or great plains or anything close to an arctic.

On that note, if you’ll help him find a form of transportation he’s comfortable with and doesn’t feel trapped in, he’ll travel with you. You’ll have to help him pack though, he does not know how to pack for cold nights.

Cold nights to him are 68 F and he is not ready for a 22 F night.

Bring him to a landlocked mountain and watch gears turn in his head.

He’s not sheltered when it comes to music, but he’s almost in a time capsule; he has his CD’s. That's the music he knows. I don’t think he knows what a fiddle is.

He did not know the difference between a Violin and a Viola and I'm not holding it against him.

Guzma forgets his own face a lot. There’s not much to it, but he just genuinely doesn't remember his own face a lot of the time.

When he does see his face, he kinda stares for a minute remembering that the reflection is him. Gives him a mini crisis sometimes though.

If you stand with him in front of a mirror and do something like holding his chin or lining his face, he has a more major mini crisis.

Guzma really likes softer random touches; hold onto his arm gently to announce your presence, draw circles into his shoulder absently. He loves it. He loves knowing there’s a magnetic pull between the two of you.

He’s definitely one of those who’s intelligence catches you off guard; he’s not going to change his vocabulary to sound like he has a stick up his ass, but if he (now) has an opinion on it, he has a pretty well rounded opinion he can defend. It’s a bit strange but I’m happy for him.

He has very well rounded, valid criticisms of the Alolan traditions, especially those pertaining to the trails, and he’s much better at articulating it now.

Guzma (obviously) knows how to read but he got really out of practice of more critical and complex reading so he took up reading in his lets not go crazy downtime. He has an odd variety of books/literature he likes but at least he’s enjoying himself.

Guzma is one of those people who doesn’t have to wash his face for his skin to be clear/not angry and it’s infuriating.

When Guzma was first getting into a safe place, one of the things they gave him to try to help him redirect feelings was an adult coloring book. It didn’t really work in the sense of helping him calm down but it’s something for him to do.

Please get him some good shampoo. Maybe some conditioner too. Fucker is bleaching his hair and needs to take care of his hair.

Guzma is really cuddly at night; he lulls out a lot and gets a lot more calm and quiet. Not very talkative but still wants to be around you. Kinda like a cat.

If he ever purposely gets into a scuffle, he does it so you dote and scold him. He likes when you clean him up a bit and tell him to stop getting into trouble. He’s like a lovesick puppy.

He does not strike me as the type to be able to flirt before he starts dating you; he just likes you, you know, he doesn’t have to prove anything. So naturally he’ll drag you into a battle with him or to watch him battle someone.

Overall he tried to stay calm and not blushy but you know it’s hard to be a bit stoic when you actually like someone and want them taken care of.

Guzma absolutely denies any emotions he has for a long time; he doesn’t want to deal with emotions nor have them… but that doesn’t really make them go away. It just proves how stubborn he is.

He does acknowledge how touch starved he is.. how much he enjoys having someone to be around…. he doesn’t acknowledge he likes you but he acknowledges that he’s lonely.

Guzma has a weird relationship with routine; he has a routine, technically, but routine means a place and a time. Places have always been fleeting and time has always been fuzzy. But now, it’s more structured, and it’s weird. It’s new.

Guzma is, in no way, extreme in any sort of way when it comes to intimacy; he never thought about it much before, and now that he has it he’s a tiny bit bumbling.

Sometimes will lowkey just break into your house. He doesn’t really mean to, but, you know, the window was closer and he was able to pick the lock. Sometimes it’s just like that, alright.

Not a master of any domestic intimacy but it’s not for a lack of trying; he’ll give you a back rub. It might not be the most amazing but he’s definitely doing it with the intention of making you feel better.

Sometimes he just will latch onto your neck and chill there for a moment or 10 minutes or so. You’ll be having a mark there.

On that note, sometimes he just rests his head on your shoulder and stays there with his face buried in your neck, sometimes clinging to you and sometimes just… laying there.

He wants to touch you, he wants to hold you, there will be some sort of contact at all times. Please. Touch is really warm and he really likes that.

Not really a movie person but not really against them either. He just. Never watched movies very much and now doesn’t watch movies too much. If you want to watch one with him though he’ll watch it with you.

He’ll get you to hold both of his hands sometimes at night, almost a silent “safety” restainment, where he won’t attack or harm himself and you’re the reminder to hold himself to that.

Guzma never really learned to “properly” type. He doesn’t use a computer very often anyway.

He really enjoys sharing a shower with you for some reason. Maybe it’s the gentleness from the whole experience. Maybe it’s that you can wash his hair and he can lull out for a bit. Probably because pretty soaps he doesn’t feel guilty for using because you’re using them on him.

Can and will pick you up.

He’s working on standing up straighter which is good! But now he’s even taller and slightly smug about it. Only slightly.

Guzma doesn’t actually do that whole taller-than-s.o. trope where he puts things up too high for you so you have to ask him, mainly because he’ll forget about it. Straight up. He just won’t remember what he put up or where he put it up. Bless him.

Sometimes he’s as bad as a horny teenage boy where he just wants to make out with you and touch your body; no thoughts head empty only vague horny zones

Most of the time he sleeps on his back with you pressed against him in some fashion, but there’s some nights where he ends up with his head resting on your chest and holding you tightly.

Gets super blushy if you insist on holding eye contact while there’s any sort of intimacy happening, sexual or not. Break this motherfucker

Intimacy has to be really gentle for a long time while he’s going through the trudge of trauma and such; he wants you to feel good but he also can’t bring himself to get (consensually) rough with you.

Pre-healing, he was much rougher and took his anger out a bit.

He has a therapist now and a support system. :) so you know he won’t break your back.

[vrisrezis]

i saw you write for pokemon,.,.., so gladion, guzma, james, and raihan with an s/o that constantly gives them flowers and is kinda shy so they stay near them whenever possible? tysm :D

Funny how u requested my fav characters… u know me so well anon

Gladions entire face goes red when you get him flowers, it’s such a nice gesture to him? Also, he’s shy himself so he kinda gets not knowing how to show affection other than just wanting to be near the person lol.

Guzma actually gets flustered by this, he’s not as confident and flirty in a relationship as people make him out to be, and he’s definitely shy about his feelings too so he is similar to you in just wanting to be around you

James thinks it’s sweet, he definitely makes the effort to give you some back that he finds himself. He is pretty straight forward with you, so you being shyer is a nice contrast to him but he certainly doesn’t mind.

Raihan will always make a comment about this, usually a joke, or maybe an opportunity to flirt with you. He appreciates it, he thinks it’s really nice? Nobody’s ever really gotten him flowers so it’s a first, but certainly not bad.

[vrisrezis]

Thinking about

Thinking about guzma and kiawe with a s/o who's charmed by "dark" type Pokemon (dragon, phsycic, dark, ghost) and constantly studies about them

Yes . I love it . Dragon types r my fav idc if it’s a popular fav typing

Guzma thinks it’s neat! He takes more of an interest in those kinda Pokémon because of you. Bug types will always be number one in his eyes, but he can appreciate the badass Pokémon you got on your team.

Kiawe may show off his marowak and turtonator because of your interest in those kinds of Pokémon. He’s happy you seem to have a good hobby that can help you out in Pokémon battles and such in any event.