#there is always enough room for Guzma

[bunniesbearsandadventures]

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Uhh looks like there's enough room for him

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[leggerefiore]

Since we have villains catching their so touching themselves to their clothes, could we have them touching themselves? With or without so's clothes

cw: 18+ content, masturbation, clothes sniffing,

characters: Lysandre, Cyrus, Volo, Guzma

🔥Lysandre☀️

☕️ He usually tended not fall to such ways of resorting his needs. His preference certainly fell towards having a moment alone with his partner to relieve himself. Yet, a rare situation arose after coming home to an empty apartment. You had left a note detailing that you would be away for a while and not to worry, but Lysandre felt utterly distraught. He, himself, had been away for days, having been stuck between business meetings and whatever else decided to come up. Sighing, he seemed to accept the inevitable. A message to you had been left unread for much too long. Lysandre found himself sitting on the bed, clutching a shirt of yours tightly. A lingering smell settled his mind as he slid away the many layers he wore. His hand found itself grasping his cock. Where had you gone?

☕️ He could only wonder as his hand came to grip his dick. The stress of running both his lab and Team Flare was naturally getting to him. He had planned to relieve it with you, but he supposed that this would work well enough. As he began to pump his hand, he drew together a scene in his mind of you dressed so delicately. Lingerie that he had carefully picked out to just suit your body complimented you every bit as well as he expected. You were laid out on the bed as his hands explored both your skin and the fabric curiously. A groan left him as the erotic image as his hand began to move faster. Your lingering scent on the shirt worsened his yearning. The lingerie would become a mess as he began to thrust into you. Your body was a perfect fit underneath him. His stomach felt tight as his orgasm grew closer and closer.

☕️ But, it never came. Instead, the door of the bedroom opened, and he immediately withdrew his hand in a panic. You stood there with a bag hanging off your arm. It seemed to be forgotten as you stepped into the room. He did not even feel overly surprised when you daringly sat in his lap. Lysandre sighed when your hand came to grip his length and gently began to imitate the movements he was doing moments prior. A kiss soon was shared between you both as it turned into something deeper. He stopped you once again before he could cum, wanting more than just to get off like this. You pulled away from the kiss and panted, resting your forehead against his own. “Well, that was a nice sight to come home to,” you lightly joked as he gripped your hips tightly, “Lys, ravish me.” He gladly obliged your request.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ He hated doing things like this. It felt like he was giving into his base instincts. The feeling had suddenly come over him as he sat down on the bed. You had gone away for the day, writing out a quick text telling him that you decided to travel to Jubilife for whatever reason. Exhaustion lapped at his mind, but so did something else. Cyrus grumbled as he grasped your pillow. The lingering smell of you set his mind at ease. You always teased him. Your texts may have seemed innocent to an unrelated bystander, but he knew better. His teeth were clenched together. The images of your outfits you would send him flashed in his mind. Cyrus hated the idea that you actually knew exactly how to work him up and now had denied him a chance to get you back. No matter, he supposed.

☄️ His hand quickly undid his pants' button as he freed his dick from the constraints. You tormented him. He gripped it firmly as he began methodically to jerk his hand up and down. Normally, you pestered him by rutting against his groin whenever you decided to initiate sex. The image of you sitting in his lap, panting and whining, made his toes curl. His hand began to move faster as he imagined your hand instead being the one wrapped around his dick. You would coo things in his ear about how cute his flustered face was, or beg him to make a sound. He swallowed. Somehow, the image of you laid underneath him in vest Galactic vest made him much too close. His hand would grip your thighs as he positioned himself, ready to thrust into you. A quiet groan left his throat as his hand's movements became more and more sporadic. What had you cursed him with?

☄️ Yet, just before he could finally cum and relieve himself of his temporary madness, a sound stopped him. A door opening. His head instantly shot to where it was. You stood just outside of the bedroom with wide eyes. His hand froze. Before either of you could say a word, you dropped the bag you were holding and found yourself eagerly at his side. Your grip replaced his own. The rate his heart raced at was concerning. “Cy,” you cooed at him playfully, “You really thought I left for Jubilife? Come on, I was just trying to surprise you with your favourite meal.” The ingredients were forgotten, however, as your hand began to pump his dick. He allowed this, deciding that he would much rather this be over as soon as possible. Of course, that was not your intention as you suddenly pinned him to the bed. “I missed you, too,” your hand was already pulling down your bottoms. Dinner would be coming much later than usual, it seemed.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ He hated the feelings you brought out of him. Envy. Annoyance. Rage. So many negative feelings dwelled within the blond whenever you unfortunately crossed his mind. The worst, however, had to be the lust that swirled inside him. You ruined his plans. Arceus sent you specifically to stop him, and then mocked him further by choosing you in front of him. Yet, Volo still could not get you out of his mind, no matter his desperate attempts. Revenge was the furthest thing from his mind as he clenched a forgotten top that you had left at a Galaxy Team camp. He brought it to his nose as he felt your familiar scent overcome his mind. His mind played many scenes of you bending over before him as you did your research tasks, or the way you called out his name.

⭐️ His bottoms were quickly undone as he instantly fisted his cock. Many images of you in various states of undress crossed his mind, yet the odd one out of among them was how you fell back at the Temple of Sinnoh. The fear on your face — how you seemed utterly beneath him, made his grip grow tighter as he jerked his hand up and down his length. Volo wanted to pin you to the ground at the sacred place and absolutely ravish you in front of the deity that found it so easy to deride him. Your moans echoed in his ears as his motions grew more and more frenzied. He pretended the rigid feeling of his hand was you, yet his mind obviously knew better. A groan left his throat as he felt himself moving closer to the edge by the second.

⭐️ His hand came to a complete stop as the door to his cabin opened up. Your eyes met his as you stood in confusion. “... So, you did have my shirt,” you bravely entered the home and shut the door behind you, “I know I have been busy, Volo, but you terrified the professor.” When you were in his range, he suddenly pinned you to the ground. You made a distressed sound as you fell against the floor. The blond instantly had your wrists pinned above your head. You sighed, “Well, threaten me with a good time, why don't you?” He grumbled about how you managed to kill the scene so quickly. It mattered little as he pulled down your bottoms with ease. You helped him get off your strange underwear, and he soon found himself re-enacting a similar scene to the one from his imagination.

🕶Guzma💀

□ The delinquent gave a sigh as he entered his room to not see you there. Of all the times you had gone off. Guzma quickly checked his phone to confirm you were off doing something in Malie and left Po town. He sat down on his bed and ran a hand through his hair. There was nothing to do. He debated something between wandering around the beach for Wimpod sightings again or harassing Nanu. The idea of the old man sending one of his cats after him again made him stop, though. Instead, he spied a forgotten piece of laundry laid on out the floor. He felt his grin grow on his face.

□ Pulling down his sweats, he pulled out his cock. The grunts were out of the house for a while, which gave him some personal time. His hand grasped his dick as he focused on the underwear you had left behind on the floor. Putting them to his nose, he gave a sniff and felt he was between your legs. Guzma pumped his length as he thought about you pressed against his sheets. You were wearing his medallion and his coat as you moaned underneath him. He began to move his hand in time with the thrusts in his fantasy. It had been a while since you two had been at it because of all the shit Lusamine had him doing. His movements grew more frantic as the fictional you called out his name. Guzma knew he was about to bust a nut.

□ It never came, though, because the bedroom door swung open and made let go of his dick in a panic. Before he could pull up his sweats and go off on whatever grunt dared do something so stupid, he heard you call out his name. You saw him and instantly shut the door behind you. “Seriously, Guz? I told you I wasn't going to be long,” you sighed as you walked over to him. He let out a high-pitched noise when you grabbed his dick. “I've missed you too much to let this pass by,” you told him plainly, “Lay down.” The big, bad boss was not about to deny an order from his partner. His fantasy was fulfilled in a different way.

[roseboysstuff]

Hello I was wondering if you could write a Guzma x little brother non con fic where Guzma just gets really fucking horny and desids to take advantage of his sleeping brother just ignore this if not!

Oooo lil brother being nonconned CW // incest, noncon, somno, don't like don't read

Guzma and you slept in the same bed. There weren't many places to sleep in the Po Town mansion, and no way was he going to let any of those grunts be in the same room as you. They'd take advantage of you. But you didn't know he had the same intentions. He woke up horny one day, and saw you fast asleep. His dream hadn't ended, and he needed a tight hole to release into. You wouldn't mind too terribly right? Your big brother needs it, and you've always been so kind. He didn't wake you up, you look too peaceful. Just rolls you onto your side, and comes up behind you, pulling your pants down just enough. "Stay sleepin', lil bro. Just need t' fuck ya for a bit, yeah?" Of course you didn't answer, but he pushed into your pussy, wet from whatever you were dreaming about. Selfishly, he hoped it was him. But you weren't as fucked up as he was. If you woke up to this, you'd run away and never speak to him again. So he kept his pace slow, just fast enough to get close to cumming. But he couldn't. Could he? Could he really cum in his little brother's pussy? God he wanted too. He wanted to fill you up, finish inside your hole. You were tightening around him, as if begging him to give you his cum. And so he did, giving one final thrust, and filling you with his seed. "Sorry, sweet boy. I'll clean ya up, but damn I gotta take a picture o' this." He pulled his phone out, and took a picture of his cum leaking out of you, saving it in his private folder.

[pokemonvillainadventures]

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Guzma x Burnt Out Reader

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When Burn Out Strikes, Take a Stroll Why Dontcha?

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"Auuuugghhhh"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not my problem" the pink haired grunt mumbled back

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

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

No. No! NO!

"Auuuuuuughhhhhhh!"

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

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

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

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

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

Okay maybe a LOT overdramtic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You doin' good?"

"Huh?"

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

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

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

"Huh? Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Seriously?" You look up at him curiously.

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

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

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

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

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[ya-bug-boy]

someone needs to make a subbottom or powerbottom Guzma x Male Reader since they always write him as a top, when He's obviously now nothing but a whiny loser. So, can I request hate sex with Guzma?

Bottom Guzma x Top Male Reader: Hate sex then fluff

One of Guzma's most trademark and notable traits about him is his immense ego and pride. Sometime going from bar to bar, acting like he's a big shot who owns the place, looking for some hot tourist who wants to fuck with an Alolan native. He's got a big dick, it's a waste not to fucking use it!

There's a new bar that opened up in Melemele Island. He's gonna hit the scene, looking for the right kind of trouble.

Turns out it's a LGBT bar. Alright, nothing wrong with that. Maybe there's a bi or pan girl he can find.

Until he fucking runs into you. You're right up his alley, flaunting your exposed chest in a loose buttoned up shirt. Usually it's Guzma buying a drink, dropping the hints, but he wasn't expecting to hear it from another dude! At first, he thinks it's cute that someone is into him like this so hard and heavy right off the bat but it gets annoying when you're the only person in the place talking to him!

At first Guzma brushes you off, thinks you're a bit too on the spot to be asking for sex like this but you bluntly point out that he's the same! You've seen him in other bars doing the same thing you're doing to him. You even make fun of him for the time he drank too much and had to be escorted out right before barfing everywhere. That pisses him off, he can't believe someone remembered that. He gets snappy with you, telling you to beat it.

You just grin and give him one last offer, saying it'd be the best dick of his life if he gave it a try. Before he can get a word in, intense music starts playing as drag queens come from a back room. People start cheering and you join the crowd. Turns out it was some kind of performance night.

Guzma tries to ignore you. Fine. Whatever! He can swindle his way into a girl's pants no problem.

Until he doesn't. The girls at the scene were already partnered up with somebody else. He doesn't remember there being this many lesbians but maybe he just never really noticed until now.

Damn it. Fine. Whatever. I'll just go get another drink, he thinks to himself.

He turns around to walk over to the bar, where he sees you smiling from a distance, sipping on an exaggerated silly straw. You've just been WATCHING HIM FUMBLE THIS WHOLE TIME?

Now he's pissed. Stomps over to you. Asks you what your deal is.

Plain and simple, you want to dick him down. You offer him a night at your place.

At this point, Guzma ain't too sure about he even likes anymore. Yeah he might fuck a guy in the ass every now and then but not the other way around!

But it was getting late and he hasn't made a score yet. It ain't like going back to his Hala's place smelling like booze is gonna win points with the old man.

He reluctantly agrees but demands that HE'S the one in control. You give him that much. So now you go home.

Guzma pretty much knows how to make people melt in his hands. But he's stiff as a board when you start giving him that kind of attention back.

You start by kissing him, to make him relax. You're back at your place, turns out you moved in here recently.

Clothes are removed eventually, Guzma didn't expect much but he wasn't expecting your dick to be as big as his. He always did kind of wonder in the back of his head what it'd feel like receiving it but he wouldn't necessarily say that out loud to anyone.

You stimulate him first, with a lubed up middle finger as you lazily trace circles on his asshole. His breath hitches and he glares at you when he sees you smile. Tells you to shut up but you haven't even said anything yet. You continue playing with his ass, gradually working your way up to push farther.

He makes a few groans and whines but nothing openly loud just yet. You work your way up to having three fingers in there, thinking that he's had enough.

You lube your dick and line it up to his hole, tapping your member twice on him. Guzma opens his mouth to protest but before he could, you slip inside. The head slips in with relative ease, you take in your time to push far enough to bottom out.

Guzma lets out a shaky breath, having held it, before finally letting out a loud, "FUCK-" when you piston your hips.

You go at a slow pace, this being Guzma's first time, you didn't want to ruin the experience. You're praising him, cooing at how well he's taking you, taunting that he likes this before he just yells at you to just SHUT UP and fuck him. So you give him exactly what he wants.

Slamming your hips against his, you watch Guzma's strained face as he clenches the bed sheets beneath him. He watches you with a hazy glare as his own dick bounces with the way you fuck him.

His own cock is just throbbing hot, it wants attention too, you tease. So you smother your hand with lube too, jacking him off as you fuck him. At this point, Guzma's changing his mind about the ordeal, not that he'd admit to you right now though. But to be fair, there's not a lot of thoughts going on right now when all he can think about is cumming.

When he cums, you don't relent, you drag him by the hips to the edge of the bed, fucking him hard. He finally moans, submitting his body to you until you finish too, pulling your dick out right before it shoots cum all over him.

With Guzma dicked down so nicely, you clean both of your bodies with a clean warm rag. He figures it's after care sex when you offer him a water bottle.

With the two of you laying down next to each other, you tease him if you're allowed to talk now. With a smirk, he says maybe, if there's something good to eat. Because he ain't gonna move outta this bed for the next couple of hours. In a joking tone, you tell his majesty that you'll order a pizza.

Yeah, okay, you were decent. You were alright in his books. But you're gonna get what's coming to ya, with you begging for his dick next time. You ask him if he wanted seconds immediately.

[malereadermaniac]

The Bosses Bitch - Guzma x Male Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The way he kisses you is always so passionate and hot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Loud slurping and wet squelches echo within the bedroom

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blush at his words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your dick twitches like mad

Your about to cum as well

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And so you two did just that

Guzma and you shared a bath and cleaned eachother off

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

So Guzma ended up fingering you until you came again

Which made Guzma hard again...

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

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

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

[pokemon-card-of-the-day]

Pokemon Card of the Day #3275: Weezing (Unbroken Bonds)

Weezing went for a strategy that had mostly been ignored for some time. The entire point of this Pokemon was spread damage, which didn't seem like the most promising thing when the game was shifting to Pokemon with huge HP numbers. Weezing did have a more potent version of it than most, but relied heavily on the opponent using Basic Pokemon, which were common but not every deck. There was at least a window where Weezing could get help with that, and any attempt to revive an old strategy was certainly worth taking a look at.

120 HP was at that point where most Pokemon that had set up would get a KO, and the Psychic Weakness didn't change a ton as a result. It was amusing to have a Malamar take a Prize off this, however, even if it wasn't entirely necessary. The Retreat Cost was 3, but you'd almost always be using Splattering Sludge if you had this up front so it wasn't as bad as it would normally be.

Detention Gas worked whenever Weezing was your Active Pokemon. It put a damage counter on each of the opponent's Basic Pokemon between turns. Basic Pokemon were rather common, though exceptions like Naganadel and Zoroark-GX did exist to name a few. This did add up over time against all those big Basic Pokemon, though, and the goal was to rack up enough damage with this and other effects to get 6 Prizes, often all at once.

Splattering Sludge did rely on previous damage being in play. 40 was done to the opponent's Active Pokemon for 2 Colorless Energy, but 20 was also dealt to each of the opponent's Benched Pokemon with any damage counters on them. Now, Mew being around did block all the extra damage, with the side thing that Mew itself was actually weak enough to be Guzma bait for this attack.

Weezing was an interesting sort of Pokemon. It was mostly stuck in the SUM-On format to use Double Colorless Energy, but there were plenty of Basic Pokemon to work against there and Tapu Koko gave a way to get the first bit of damage on anything that had evolved. While not a top tier option, Weezing managed to get a couple of good tournament showings simply off the combined damage from its Ability, attack, and Shrine of Punishment. You usually had a bit of room for some niche attackers with Counter Energy due to always falling behind as well. Still, it took a while to get going, and was sometimes overwhelmed by the fast pace of some of the other decks out there. This made for a competitive deck that also wasn't a main focus for most out there.

[a-fluffer-nutter]

A Storm of Anxiety

A/N - Day 6 of August's Tickletober! Today's prompt is: Cuddle! Naturally, I am the only person in the world that can look at this prompt and say "I'm gonna angst the fuck out of this fic," but here we are. I hope you all enjoy this Pokémon fic of Guzma and his Golisopod! Love y'all!

Mild Trigger Warning: Anxiety and anger related to anxiety. Also implied PTSD.

Word Count: 1,768

            Raindrops thundered against the roof, a relentless storm raging through Ula’ula Island, having loomed over the island for days. Wind whipping the trees around, the island’s population stayed mostly indoors to avoid the debris of falling branches and miscellaneous garbage flying around. Lightning cracked on occasion; walls rattled by the thunder booming above the towns. All the residents could do was wait the storm out and shelter in their homes.

            Team Skull had disbanded a few weeks prior to the storm, but many of the members had nowhere to go, having run away from home for the cause of mischief. Not having had any time to establish themselves anywhere else, the ex-grunts remained in Po Town to hide away from the storm. Many of these individuals lived in the smaller houses scattered around the walled off town, though some were housed in the giant mansion that sat at the back edge of town. Luckily for these members, with the disbandment of the villainous organization, there was more room for everyone to reside, with everyone either having their own room or sharing one with another person. One such person was their ex-leader: Guzma.

            Guzma has scarcely been seen since the storm started, granted his appearances in town had been limited ever since he announced the disbandment of Team Skull. People knew he had been leaving Po Town and coming back, either accidentally running into him before he left or the occasional spotting of him in one of the nearby towns. Once the storm started, no one had seen him outside his room. His Golisopod or Scizor being the one to go downstairs to get him food during group meals. This was enough to satiate most of the ex-grunts, knowing that the man was eating and they all figured that if anything too bad happened that one of his Pokémon would leave the room and get help. Guzma was stubborn, but not stupid. If he desperately needed something, he would get it one way or another.

            Laying in bed, Guzma stared up at his Rotom phone, watching a show featuring trainers stranded on a deserted island with only one of their Pokémon, while having to complete challenges or get voted out. Over the last few days, Guzma had watched over five seasons of the show, and while each season was good, he was particularly enjoying the current season he was on. A certain trainer and her Dewpider were dominating in the challenges, despite most of the other competitors having fully evolved Pokémon like Tyranitar and Galarian Darmanitan.

            Scizor and Golisopod napped periodically through the day, a bit bored, but pleased that their trainer had found something fun to do. The two Pokémon were always worried about their trainer. Riddled with anxiety and self-doubt, Guzma had been destructive in the last few months. Nothing major, but he had the tendency to toss smaller objects at walls or kicking whatever was closest to him. While he would never physically hurt another person when he was in one of these episodes, Guzma did have the tendency to find ways of getting himself hurt. Nothing major, but a rolled ankle or a bruised wrist were always a nuisance. After his incident with Necrozma, however, Guzma had been more withdrawn, having general panic attacks at seemingly random moments in the day. His Pokémon shared concern for him, though they knew their trainer was the only one that could seek help for this issue.

            With a slam, the window in Guzma’s room shut with such force the room shook. Flinching from the noise, Guzma immediately turned over to see what was happening. Sighing in relief, Guzma watched the blurred red outline of Scizor leaping off the roof.

            During the storm, Golisopod and Scizor would take turns leaving the mansion, neither minding the storm whatsoever. Being a water type, Golisopod felt at home in the torrential rain, while Scizor, being a steel type, was impervious to the rain and the wind. Today, it was Scizor’s turn to stretch his legs and roam the empty Ula’ula Island.

            “Dammit,” Guzma dropped his head back into his pillow, covering his face with his hands, muffling his words. “Stupid window.”

            Golisopod clicked from the foot of Guzma’s bed, having stood up from his seated position the second Guzma’s body lurched. Pleased that Guzma had moved, Golisopod was torn once he saw the fear in Guzma’s eyes.

            “What do you want?” Guzma snapped but didn’t have the energy to lift his head back up to look at his first ever partner Pokémon. Instead, he reached out and restarted his show, the Rotom having instinctively paused it once Guzma became distracted.

            Irritated by his trainer’s remark, Golisopod leaped onto the bed, launching Guzma a foot into the air. The man landed with an “oof,” the springs squealing under him once his back had touched back down onto the mattress. Moving as gently as possible to prevent another liftoff, Golisopod scuttled across the bed and plopped down beside his trainer’s upper torso.

            “The hell you doing?” Unamused, Guzma’s frown deepened as he ignored Golisopod, eyes locked onto his phone’s screen. Not taking being ignored as an answer, Golisopod shot out a small stream of water at the phone, sending the Rotom across the room, fizzling and buzzing as it hid behind Guzma’s chair. Enraged, Guzma sat up and harshly pressed his index finger into Golisopod’s chest, though with his hardened exoskeleton, Golisopod didn’t feel anything but gentle pressure. “The fuck was that for?”

            Letting out a quick series of low-pitched clicks, Golisopod lifted his trainer with his two larger arms, holding Guzma out in front of him like a parent holding out a baby Skitty to their child. Raising him a bit higher, Golisopod made it so only the tips of Guzma’s toes could touch the bed beneath him.

            “Put me down at once!” through gritted teeth, Guzma was seething. He really didn’t want to be, Golisopod was always the one Pokémon he would always find solace in during a bad anxiety episode, but right now he couldn’t help it. Opening his mouth to curse at his Pokémon, Golisopod pulled his trainer into him, hugging Guzma with all six of his arms.

             Feeling Guzma’s muscles tense, then relax, Golisopod let out a low rumble that reverberated through Guzma’s body and mind. Frozen in place, Golisopod waited for the reaction he was hoping for, for the reaction he needed to get out of his trainer. Another strong squeeze brought out the deep sob the Pokémon had been hoping for. With two of his smaller arms, Golisopod gently patted Guzma’s back, like a mother caring for a sick child.

            “I’m so sorry,” tears streamed from Guzma’s face as his whole body shook, expelling all the pent up emotions he had been hiding since the storm had started, and some from before then, from when he was in the wormhole. Guzma squeezed Golisopod back, burying his face into Golisopod’s shoulder as he wept. “I’m so sorry.”

            With a higher pitched series of clicks, Golisopod wiggled the upper half of his body in acceptance. He had no idea what Guzma saw in there, he never got the chance to let Golisopod out of his ball to fight, but whatever he saw and whatever Necrozma did to him, had left a terrifying impression that Guzma couldn’t shake.

            “I didn’t mean to…I didn’t mean to yell at you,” Guzma’s words were shaky, Golisopod barely able to parse what his trainer was saying. Even if he couldn’t hear him, Golisopod always assumed Guzma was apologizing for something. He always did in these situations, where the world seemed to be falling apart all around him, but he wouldn’t let anyone in, except for Golisopod. The Pokémon was always ready to give his trainer the love and support he needed, especially in the form of a hug. “I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”

            Only being able to take so many apologies, Golisopod let out a low click before squeezing Guzma tighter with his two larger arms. In an instant, Golisopod’s two other sets of arms began to rapidly, but gently, skitter up and down Guzma’s ribs and sides.

            “Golisopod!” Guzma shrieked, beginning to squirm around in Golispod’s arms. Releasing his embrace, Guzma pulled his arms back, but was prevented from using them to block his body as Golisopod’s larger arms had adjusted so they were just under his armpits, causing the man’s arms to be stuck in an awkward, upward position.

            All Guzma could do was laugh and flail like a Magikarp out of water while Golisopod’s arms sought out each of his trainer’s most sensitive spots, something that he knew better than anyone else. Both of his lower arms dug into Guzma’s lower belly, while the upper set of arms teased the back of his lower ribcage. With both of his worst spots being targeted at once, Guzma squealed with squeaky laughter.

            “Noho! Golisopod! You know how ti-ticklish I am!” Unable to prevent himself from stumbling over his words, Guzma stuttered as he laughed. Golisopod sure knew how to reduce his trainer into a giggling mess with quick precision and Guzma both loved and hated it. “Shshit! It tickles too much! Plehehease!”

            Instantly, Golispod’s lower two arms ceased their onslaught and wrapped themselves around him once again in a loving hug. Rubbing his back gently, Golisopod rumbled as Guzma began to settle back down, his heart rate slowing to its normal pace. Once Guzma’s levels of adrenaline plummeted, Golisopod bent down and lowered his trainer back onto the bed. Without a struggle, Guzma pressed himself into his pillow and let out a deep sigh.

            “I guess you’re not too bad,” Guzma regained a bit of himself, flashing a cocky grin as he wiped away the remaining tears of sorrow and mirth. Taking offense, Golisopod sat down and used his four smaller appendages to skitter all along his belly. Instantaneously, Guzma erupted in a loud belly laugh, trying with no avail to swat Golisopod’s arms away. “I take it back!”

            Clicks that resembled laughter erupted from Golisopod as he ruffled his trainer’s hair. Guzma let out an annoyed huff, but the smile painted on his face reveal no such irritation. Content with his trainer’s state of being, Golisopod cuddled into his trainer, resulting in a quiet laugh and reciprocation. Curling himself against Golisopod, Guzma began to struggle keeping his eyes open. Succumbing quickly to his sudden exhaustion, Guzma fell asleep and for the first time in a while, his dreams were not ones of torment, but ones of peace.

[coyfsh]

Whole Again

Chapter Five: Red Fizz

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

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Chapter Five

Red Fizz 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 He cocked an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really.” 

“I ain’t buyin’ it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stared at you blankly. 

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

Then came the tears. 

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Not sure how I feel about this chapter :/

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

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

[guzmapkmn-archive]

bring me back to life

ও word count: 1,953

ও relationship(s): pre cirrus/guzma

ও warnings: brief implied self harm and violence, blood

ও summary: cirrus takes care of guzma after the disaster that is the iki town festival tournament.

ও notes: fun fact I started this last september. everyone is so proud of me and my ability to finish writing fics in a timely manner <3

ok to rb!!

Tonight was the festival - the "Full Force Festival'' as people called it. A stupid name, in Cirrus's opinion, but to be honest, it didn't care enough about it to poke fun. 

After the news of the beachfront grunts' defeat, Guzma was in a worse mood than usual. He had gripped the armrests of his chair so hard his knuckles turned white, and Cirrus worried the stuffing would pop out. "Hey." It patted Guzma's arm in an attempt to be reassuring. "Don't worry, Guz. The Slowpoke tail stall is getting set up now. There's no way that kid'll get away."

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say, as Guzma slammed his fist into the chair, mouth twisted in seething anger. "A fuckin' kid, C," he groaned. "Wasn't even me that got beat and I feel like I can't show my face. Who the fuck does he think he is?"

"Well, he won't be anything once he gets beat."

This seemed to placate Guzma, as he sat back with his chin in his hand. "Yeah. You're right. He won't be, not after I'm done with him," he said thoughtfully.

The plan was all set up, with A, as he dubbed himself, taking part in the competition for something-or-other, and a group of other grunts manning a popup food stall just in case. But… the beachfront grunts were strong, and according to them, the kid had beat them like it was nothing. Cirrus was reluctant to voice its concerns out loud, but for everyone's sake, it wanted to be 200% sure of their success.

"Why don't I head down there, just to keep an eye on things? Not that I think there will be any problems," (it did), "but, ya know. Just in case. Couldn't hurt," Cirrus suggested.

"No," Guzma said after a beat of silence, hopping to his feet. "You stay here. I'm goin' to crush that kid. Won't even take a minute. I'll be back before ya know it."

"Oh," Cirrus said. It was honestly surprised that Guzma hadn't ordered it or Plumeria to go help out earlier. Leaving something this important in the hands of a bunch of grunts wasn't always the best idea, but Guzma rarely got so directly involved. This must have been bothering him more than he let on, to decide to go to the festival himself. "Uh, okay. Are you sure? It'd be no trouble for me-"

"You can't always count on other people to do your dirty work for ya. I need to destroy him myself. Make sure it's done right." 

He left before Cirrus could say anything further, leaving it alone in his room.

"Ugh. Typical," it grumbled, flopping down in Guzma's chair and swinging its legs over the side. As much as it didn't want to go to the festival, being left alone while everyone else was there, even for business, was even worse. It just hoped Guzma wouldn't do anything stupid.

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The next thing Cirrus heard was a frantic clamor coming from the downstairs of the mansion, a cacophony of shouting and yelling that awoke it from its accidental slumber. Shaking its head in an attempt to dislodge the sleep that still clung to its eyes, it was about to make its way to the door, but was interrupted by a grunt swinging open with enough force to make it jump. Well, this is definitely Not Good.

The grunt wrung her hands, shifting her weight from food to foot nervously. “C-Cirrus!!” she wailed upon spotting it, looking as if she might burst into tears at any second. Oh dear. “Hey, hey, take a breath, alright?” Cirrus stumbled down the stairs and across the room, gently ushering the grunt out of the room. All of the remaining fatigue had faded with the commotion, and was now replaced with worry. “What happened?” it asked once they were outside.

"I… Th-the boss is hurt, and…!" 

Wait… Guzma was hurt? It was just supposed to be a battle tournament, right? And he wasn’t even the one competing…

"Where is he?"

"Downstairs, A just brought him in, but… but…” she trailed off, and Cirrus pressed its lips together.

“Shit. Okay. Thank you.” Cirrus hated to leave her here when she was upset, and reached out to squeeze her shoulder in what it hoped was a reassuring gesture before running down the stairs.

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The ruckus downstairs had mostly quieted down as Cirrus arrived, save for A and Guzma loudly arguing. A’s mouth snapped shut once he noticed Cirrus, staring at it from over Guzma’s shoulder, with the taller man following suit, turning around to give Cirrus a clear look at the blood dripping from his forehead and the bent and smashed sunglasses in his clenched fist.

The worry that had been welling in Cirrus’s chest bloomed into anxiety as it took in the scene in front of it, with Guzma refusing to look it in the eyes, and the way the dim light in the mansion reflected off the shards of glass from the shattered sunglasses that were embedded in his forehead, and the blood dyeing the tips of his bangs red. If only it had pushed harder for Guzma to let it go instead… this wouldn't be happening.

“Guzma,” it said quietly, waiting until said man crossed his arms and began stomping his way towards it to head towards the bathroom upstairs.

Cirrus sighed as it shut the door behind them, frustrated, worried, exhausted… “I’m not even going to ask.”

“Good,” Guzma spat out, waving away Cirrus’s hands as it attempted to help him onto the counter.

A scowl had crept its way up Guzma's face in the few seconds it took Cirrus to grab the first aid kit from under the sink, with an angry crease forming on his brow.

"Hey. Quit it with the grumpy face, you're making my job a lot harder."

Guzma huffed, but smoothed out his scowl, allowing Cirrus to tilt his head up and carefully pick out the remaining shards of glass from his wound. It worked in silence, only uttering a quiet sorry when Guzma flinched back, hissing through his teeth.

The room was thick with a palpable tension that Cirrus tried hard to ignore as it dabbed at the now dry blood that had dripped down Guzma's face. It knew how destructive Guzma got when he was angry - had seen the aftermath of his rage firsthand - but he had never done anything like this to himself. At least, not that Cirrus knew of.

Something was up, something had happened, but Cirrus didn't want to pry, especially so soon. Besides, the chance of Guzma opening up so easily was slim to none.

Resisting the urge to sigh again, Cirrus took the gauze and bandages it had set aside and pressed them to the wound, making sure they wouldn't fall off the second it let go. "There we go," it said, brushing Guzma's hair back over his forehead, "good as new!"

"Thanks…" Guzma muttered, tugging at his bangs. With the admittedly amateur doctoring complete, Cirrus was able to take a step back to truly take in the other man's disheveled state, with his shoulders drooping and the bags under his eyes darker than normal.

"Guz… Maybe you should get some rest, yeah?" Cirrus suggested. It didn't know when the last time he slept properly was, but it couldn't have been recently. "'M fine." Guzma rubbed at his eyes almost aggressively, as if trying to clear the obvious heaviness from them. "'Sides, I didn't get the chance to heal Golisopod or Masquerain after the battle, 'n I gotta do that first." He had grimaced for a brief moment at the mention of the festival, but broke out into a yawn.

"I can do that. You look dead on your feet. Go to bed."

"I toldja I'm fine-"

"I'll go take care of them. You go take care of yourself," Cirrus said firmly, leaving no room for arguing. It held out its hand expectantly, raising its eyebrows when Guzma crossed his arms. "Fine," he said, reaching in his pocket for the pokéballs and placing them in Cirrus's outstretched hand. "Thank you. Now go rest," it stressed. "Or I swear to Arceus I will drag you to your bed myself."

"Yeah, yeah," Guzma waved Cirrus off but slid off the counter, stopping once he reached the door. "...thanks," he said in an uncharacteristically soft voice. "For helpin' me out. I… really appreciate you." 

A dark blush crept its way up Cirrus's face and Butterfree fluttered violently in its stomach at Guzma's words. "Shit," it choked out once Guzma left, trying to drown out the pounding of its heart. I appreciate you. He didn’t just appreciate the action, he appreciated Cirrus. It clenched the pokéballs in its hands and took a deep breath before heading outside.

“That’s a normal thing to say to someone when they help you, right? I’m… just thinking too hard about it. That’s a perfectly normal thing to say,” it said to itself as it made its way down the winding staircase. The eerie silence from inside the now-abandoned Shady House followed Cirrus out to the yard, making it shiver. 

Cirrus let Golisopod and Masquerain out of their pokéballs, and stayed quiet as it sprayed the Pokémon with potions. The harder it tried to not think about what Guzma had said to it, the more it ended up thinking about it. A frustrated groan escaped its lips and it threw the empty potion bottle to the side, a bit harder than it planned. Golisopod gave it a look, then busied itself with Cirrus's bag, poking at it with his claws. "Ugh, I'll pick it up in a minute - hey, what do you think you're doing?"

Golisopod continued to nudge at the bag even when Cirrus took it from him. "Oh, you smell the poké beans, don'tcha? Well, y'all're in luck - I got the good stuff." It pulled out a rainbow bean from its bag, which was promptly snatched and devoured by Golisopod the second it was in view. "Hey now!" Cirrus raised its eyebrows at him. "I know you're Guzma's Pokémon, but use your manners!" A pause. "Don't tell him I said that."

Gentle moonlight shone down within the walls of Po Town, seeming to have a calming effect on the run-down city. The emptiness usually scared Cirrus, it didn't enjoy being out there after dark, but that night it looked almost pretty, in a strange sort of way.

Cirrus handed another bean to Golisopod, who took it much more delicately this time.

"Ooh, such a good boy!!" Cirrus cooed, reaching up to scratch Golispod under the chin, laughing as he trilled contentedly.

Masquerain started buzzing angrily around Cirrus's head, clearly jealous of the attention it was giving Golisopod. "Oh, don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you!" It pet her head and fished another poké bean out from its bag, then sat cross legged on the grass, watching Masquerain perch upon Golisopod's head with the treat.

"Y'all fought hard for the boss today, huh?" Cirrus tugged at the grass absently, a small frown on its face.

"I just wish he wasn't so hard on himself…"

It flopped onto its back, staring up at the clear sky and letting the calm air wash away all its worries from the events that had transpired that night. Guzma's earlier words echoed in its ears - I really appreciate you - and it groaned loudly, covering its face with its hands as a hot flush began creeping its way up its face.

If only it was brave enough to tell Guzma… it felt the same way. If he only knew just how deeply Cirrus's appreciation, admiration, adoration, ran.

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[vewyscawywriting]

Lovin' Ya Boy

Fandom: Pokémon

Pairing: Guzma x F!Reader

Tags: Throne sex, creampie, cowgirl, dry humping, cockwarming

Wordcount: 1308

Summary:  You meet up with Guzma in the Shady House and you have fun with him on his "throne".

Making your way through the Shady House in Po town, you silently enjoyed the way the grunts stayed far away from you, casting scared glances around corners and from dark hallways your way. You had beaten them enough for them to have a begrudging respect for you... or maybe it was more like you scared the shit out of them. You chuckled to yourself. Good. 

The fact that you were often found in the Shady House was also a thing that seemed to disturb the grunts. You were usually found around Po town, beating some thugs and pestering their big boss. The fact that you weren't afraid of him, and the fact that he didn't seem to do anything to you made more fear and respect grow in them.

Little did they know that the reason big bad Guzma didn't do anything to you was because you had developed quite the relationship with the man.

The door to his room was in front of you, and you knocked twice, yelling at Guzma that you were coming in either way, and you swung the door open, revealing his dark room.

Guzma was sat on his "throne" in all his glory and you grinned at him.

"Hey Guz, how's life?"

The boss looked up, frowning face actually lightening a bit when he saw you. You closed the door behind you as you struck a silly pose. 

"Y/N!" he said, and by god did it make you feel good to hear the way he said it. 

You skipped over to his throne, wasting no time to push his computer to the side and planting yourself on his lap. Both legs on either side of his hips as you made yourself comfortable on his thighs. 

"I missed you," you murmured to him as you put your arms around his neck. The man that commanded the entirety of Team Skull, the man whose name struck fear into the hearts of the citizens of Alola, that man was yours. And he was like putty in your hands as you slowly brought your lips over to his'. 

Of course you were his' as much as he was yours as well, but he didn't need to know that.

"I missed you too," he said back as you removed your lips from his', his eyes glued to yours as you smiled at him below you.

"Oh yeah? How much?"

He grabbed your hips, pushing your core against his already hard erection.

"That much."

You groaned at the rough contact, and honestly you had missed him just as much. You couldn't wait to feel his length inside of you, hearing his hissed curses in your ear. "Oh my, is that a pokéflute in your pocket?" you joked, nipping his lips and moving further down his chin, biting his adams apple with a little more force than he expected as you went down to nibble on his neck. He winced and groaned as he bucket up to you, grinding himself against your clothed pussy as his large hands groped your ass, kneading the cheeks roughly as he pushed you down on him needily. 

"Always so rough with your boy," he hissed, but you knew he liked it when you were a little rough with him, and honestly he was rough with you too, and he didn't hear you complaining about it. 

You moved off his lap, slapping his hands away as you shimmied out of your pants and panties, getting back up on his lap without giving him time to remove his sweats. His dick was straining against the fabric, and as you started grinding your wet pussy on his erection you saw a dark spot appear on it from both his precum and your juices leaking on him.

"Guz," you moaned against his neck as you kept biting and sucking on a spot that you knew drove him crazy. His entire body lay limp on the throne as the only thing he moved were his hips, rutting up against you as you grinded down on him with a snappy rhythm. He groaned your name, warning you of his quickly approaching release with urgency. You just grinned down at him, continuing your grinding even faster, running your hands under his shirt to pinch his nipples as his hips started to stutter, his hands caught in your shirt as he grasped almost desperately at you and the fabric. 

"Shit y/n," he groaned, higher pitched than his normal sounds, and you looked at him with a lovestruck expression. 

"Come for me, Guz," you said, and shivered as you felt his hands push you down on him tightly and the dark spot on his pants expanded rapidly as he came with a needy groan of your name. 

He needed a second to come down from his high, but you were already pulling his now sticky sweats off impatiently, licking your lips at his half hard cock. He wasn't extremely big, but he was thick, and you loved the look of it. At your hungry look he started hardening again, a prominent vein bulging and throbbing as his length called to you. You'd given him blowjob after blowjob while he was seated on his throne, but today was not the day. He'd already come once, and you had not, and that needed to change, quickly. 

"Ready for me, Guz?" you whispered to him as you moved your dripping core over his throbbing erection and he kissed you deeply as a reply, his rough hands pushing at your ass to take what you needed from him only if you were snappy about it. And so you did, lining yourself up and falling down on his length with a gasp at the stretch. It hurt, but in such a good way, and you wasted no time to start bouncing on his lap, knees on either side of his legs and hands on the handles of his chair. 

The rhythm was messy and uneven, alternating between bouncing enthusiastically on his cock to slow grinding. His head was thrown back, and you went back to sucking the dark hickey you had made earlier. He'd complain about it later, but he'd never cover it up, and you loved to stake your claim on him. 

"Guz," you whimpered, getting closer and closer to your release, legs shivering, but not letting up just yet. 

"Y/n," he groaned back, eyes half lidded and mouth open as he panted and rutted up into you. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he hissed through gritted teeth, as his hands held you tightly to him. 

He throbbed inside of you harder than earlier and you knew he was close, but so were you and you toppled over the edge with a cry of his name as his hand found your clit, applying rough pressure.

He followed you straight after, coming inside of you and dripping down your legs on his seat. "Shiit, Guzma-" you gasped as you came down from your height, and he kissed you deeply, almost desperately, hands gripping you tightly as if he was afraid you were gonna vanish. 

"I still can't believe the grunts have no idea about our relationship," you giggled as you felt him soften inside of you, but not getting up just yet, enjoying the warm feeling of both his cum and his dick inside of you. 

"They're not very smart," Guzma replied, running his hands through your sweaty hair as he shivered when you laid down on top of him, his dick still inside. 

You hummed in reply, just basking in the warmth that was him, slowly drifting off as he kissed your forehead gently, staying inside of you as you fell asleep. He wouldn't trade this for the world, even if he was the leader of the enemy group and you were the Alolan champion.

[skullkxd]

@experthiese dropped by for a visit:

❝ Havin' a rough time, aren'tcha kid? ❞ Pampam makes its way into the room first, stopping to peer curiously at the Bundle's blanket nest. Its hand-tail twitches, wanting so badly to lift the covers and see what's hiding underneath... But it doesn't. Instead it sits directly in front, waving an Oran Berry back and forth as though that, alone, will be enough to entice out the mystery guest. Lupin climbs through the window next. Though Shinobu had rarely grounded him (and only doing so on his father's instructions, who was never home long enough to really enforce them), young Lupin had made a point of learning all of the usual workarounds. Going out may be prohibited, sure, but there's no explicit rule about not letting others in. And what kind of a friend would he be if he didn't take advantage of such loopholes? ❝ I heard you got your Delibird back. ❞

Did everyone and their mother hear the giant argument.

Well. Ree shouldn’t be surprised that Lupin did, anyway. He always seems to be around when troubles brewing. Maybe he can smell it happening. Or maybe he has Future Sight so he knows where the trouble is … so he can run directly headfirst into it.

In any case, Ree is trying to take their punishment in stride. They know they messed up. Guzma was clearly injured and scared. That was Ree’s fault, too…

Ree swallows, and exhales. Mechanical whirling can he heard inside the blankets, but Tamagotcha doesn’t peek out yet.

“I did,” they confirm. “I was damned about this either way, so...”

[crazygemini-world]

Here's a guzma x older male reader

Guzma = in his 20's/reader= 30

So I'm a sucker for appreciation/comfort and sibling figure in anime and for me Guzma would feel like a burden if he'd talk about his worries to the team(he feels like he needs to be strong for them) so what better but a older brother who knows him like the back of his hands ?

Mentions:theres a theory that Guzma was abuse by his father so warning because it will mention it (and no I don't glorify abuse but I think it's a possibility that what happen to him because of the clues in the game)

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Guzma always act as if everythings alright or at least try,there's somedays he'd lock himself away in his room and would not come out for days.But this time was different and Plum's worried cause's it's been five days,Guzma still didn't come out,not even to eat.

Seeing the way things are going she decides to go and look for someone who she knows would be able to understand and talk to Guzma,his brother.She knows very little about him she heard once while going to talk to Guzma that he was living not to far from Po town so Plum started to search and After hours without success she stumble upon a man with a Beautifly and a Ribombee.He was crafting something ? like a scarf with matching colors with the Beautifly.

She then noticed the similarities of features he had in common with Guzma,the eyes the nose,the jaw .It was without any doubt the one she was searching for.Plum slowly came up behind the older man but before being able to speak a Meowth alart him of her presence.

He turn around with surprise, he's three pokemons on the ready to fight.

"I ain't here to fight ya man !I actually need ya help..."

"My help ?Wait,are you Plumeria ?"

"Yeah that's me"

"Excuse me for that *shows pokemons*I've been provocked in a fight by surprise and dis not like it"

"That's alright but ya are Guzma brother's right ?"

"I am,he told you about me ?"

"Na I learnt about while interupting one of your calls"

"Oh alright,so what do you need help for ?"

"Guzma been locked up in his room for days and we can't get him to get out even to eat"

"How long ?"

"five days"

"Lead the way"

Without any information he got up and,followed by his pokemons,followed Plumeria to Po Town. Once arrived he doesn't bother to introduce himself,he just go straight to Guzma room with the indecations Plum told him the way .

Once arrived to his destination he slowly knocks on the door.

"Guzma ?"

He hear a sudden shuffling of fabrics then the door unlock in a seconde .Now in front of him was a tired Guzma looking more like a mess then usual,puffy eyes,in baggy clothes which looks more bigger on him than they should,he overall looked fragile.

"Y/n...?"

"hey...is it alright if...I come in ?"

Guzma nods slightly and stand out the ways to let his brother enter his room.Y/n pokemons stayed guarding the door to prevent any curious to heavedrop on them.

The room was a mess but less than he expected.Guzma didn't bother to try to do the tough guy,he went for a hug and started crying.Y/n knew what it could be related to,but did not know what trigger it.While hugging him back he slowly bring them to the floor.He didn't want Guzma to fall because of his state.

"Now breathe,you're safe,you're with me.Please tell me what happened."

Guzma now calmer stayed silent a little moment then proceed to explain.

"I saw Kukui and he told me that I wasn't going to acheive anything and then he moved his arm and...it...it made me go back and...."

Y/n thighten his hug knowing what he was going to say all too well

"I was so scared,I won't stop getting nightmares and...and...what if he comes back or..."

Not letting him finish,he push him away enough that Guzma look at him in his eyes.

"What happen with dad is over.I handled it.He will NEVER hurt you again and don't forget that you have your friends and me to protect you !"

"...really ?"

"Have I ever lied to you ?"

"If ya did ,I never found out"

While finally smiling the brothers stay a little more alone talking about all and nothing.Y/n even managed to make Guzma laugh.After sometime Guzma changed clothes,took a shower (he needed it) and finally goes out his room tightly holding Y/n hand's.

"Ya got him to finally go out ?"

"Yes,he's alright now"

"I'm right here ya now"

Then all of the grunts started to ask if he was okay,if he needed anything,telling that they're happy to see him.That's when he realise that in a corner his brother was smiling.He smiled back he was happy.

[dandyshucks-moving]

seeing all the """sexy""" art of guzma makes me SO CRAZY and not in a good way because THEY ALWAYS GIVE HIM A SIX OR EIGHT PACK OR SOME OTHER GOOFY SHIT !!! STOP THAT !!! that man lives on fast food and whatever else he can scrounge up for cheap !!! he drinks alcohol regularly enough to have empties scattered around his room!! where is his fucking BELLY !!!! that man does NOT have NEGATIVE BODY FAT, IM GONNA START SWINGING FISTS AAAAAGHHH

[thealolanchamp]

¡Introduction post!

Alola! First post here! In case you do not know me, I am Apoālewa, Champion of Alola! If my name is too difficult to pronounce that's ok, You can call me Dugga!

Here are my current pokemon with some info!

Evo the Sylveon, he's my service pokemon that helps me keep in check and ensure I'm under control of myself, he's an absolute sweetheart! He was a gift from my older half sister when I first met her(she had to adopt me after some unfortunate things that happened to me, I do not wish to say what exactly)

Mr.Squirt("lil Mister") the Primarina, my Ace in battle, he's been with me since I started my Island trials, as you can tell I was not the best at names when I was younger. He's quite a calm, gentle pokemon who enjoys his naps. He's also quite the Peirs enjoyer, you should see him make his way into whatever room has that guy's music playing!

Midnight the Lycanroc, you can guess by the name what variant of lycanroc she is lol, she's the playfully rough kind of pokemon, always nibbling on me or my clothes, rubbing her rocky parts on stuff(lost so much furniture to her). She's also what i like to call a "screamer", basically she doesn't bark, woof, ruff none of that, but SCREAMS like a bolthound that found something(usually at the late hours of the night too)

Jell-o the (shiny) Goodra, my only shiny pokemon, I found him as a goomy during a pause of rain near Po town I think, poor thing was dry from the sun:(, i got him near a shaded puddle and began to leave, but he refused to leave my side hehe, he's also caused a lot of furniture problems, he's joyfully lazy and he won't leave my chairs alone(goodra slime is hard to get out of fabric, worse is that stuff bleaches)

E ("Esper") the Espeon, a absolutely amazing if not shy companion, I got her after seeing an ad from a shelter about an eevee(her) that was used for shiny breeding and needed a home. I feel so happy that she felt safe enough around me to evolve into such a friendship related evolution. She surprisingly great in battle, the pokemon center said if mist be therapeutic for her(i make sure shes ok before and after every battle don't worry)

Mocha the (alolan) Raichu, probably my most food motivated pokemon😅, you shake a bag of food and he comes zooming, also no one told me the move Electric Terrain made them surf faster! He had to go to the pokemon center because he zoomed indoor and hit a wall🤦‍♂️(he's ok btw, happened several months ago)

Aohd(pronounced "ay") the Volcanrona, had no clue that Volcanronas are rare in Alola until guzma lost his shit at the sight of her as a Larvesta, she tends to lounge about ouside when not battling, soaking up the sun. Also I recommend to anyone thinking of having a Volcanrona to have a large backyard with easy access to sunlight and plenty vegetation, I've learned it's vital for their diets(just a tip)

Chase the Gardevoir, not my pokemon but my sister's, she(chase) is essentially a caregiver since Kahu(my sister) left for Paldea some time ago for education purposes, she helps me with chores and errands, she also speaks via ASL(Alolan Sign Language), I pretty much look up to her as a mother figure. Not sure where exactly she came from as Kahu found her as a Ralts on Poni island and apparently the Ralts line don't reside in Alola.

Rotom-Dex the Rotom, can't forget one of the most helpful pokemon I have! They were quite chatty too after they learned they can talk with the pokedex they possess, they're quite well trained for their job too! Always giving me needed tidbits about for forgettable pokemon so i won't falter in battle! Even though they don't battle themselves, they're quite vital to my job as champion!

¡Update!

So it seems I have been transported to the past via otherworldly means and now I have to make a new team for myself to ensure saftey, i currently have-

Mr.Squirt("lil Mister), he was one of the only two pokemon that came with me unfortunately, he's still the same ol' Primarina

"Arc-Dex"(RotomDex), Rotom, they started calling themselves that after I woke up in hisui, they resemble Akari's "ArcPhone", some modified phone. They still do not battle.

Ghostface the Cyndaquil, the professor here, Laventon gave her to me to ensure I learn of the "Hisuian" veriants of pokemon here, apparently she'll become a ghost type but i remember them being pure fire type, this may be interesting.

Anyways welcome to my blog, hope this wasn't too long! Don't be scared to ask questions!

[anoradraws]

Z-Move with a Price (Part 5)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“... Mmm... How would you know?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Guzma tears up the check!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“... Don’t sweat it babygirl.”

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