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malereadermaniac · 1 year

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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...

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baphosimps · 11 months

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Thinking of some fluff ideas for another GuzmaxReader, these ones would be center around ambiguous/gender neutral y/n. I’ll just have to finally find time to sit down and actually do them 🫠

#guzma #team skull guzma #fanfic #pokemon sun and moon #guzma x y/n #guzma x reader #fanfiction

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coyfsh · 17 days

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Whole Again

Chapter Five: Red Fizz

link to all chapters:

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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.

#guzma team skull #guzma #guzma x oc #guzma x reader #smut #guzma fanfiction #fanfic

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veyveyx · 9 days

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┈・୨ ✦ ୧ is this what falling in love feels like?

veyvey !

hello, i'm veyvey and i write on wattpad already but... i want to start writing on tumblr for some reason so i decided that while i'm not doing anything i can start.

i'm going to start writing imagines? oneshots? i don't know what to call them here. i only really do x reader but i might do some other stuff like ocs and that. i'm into:

genshin: childe, anemo boys (- xiao and venti but i dont mind them), wriothesley, neuvillette, the fatui, zhongli, navia,

hsr (i havent played in a while but..): danheng, blade, jingyuan, kafka, acheron, welt.

pokemon: guzma, red (ash), blue (gary), steven stone, n harmonia, brock, paul, alain, sycamore, misty, may, dawn, trip, gladion, kiawe, serena, cynthia, more but idk.

sonic: silver, shadow, sonic, knuckles.

splatoon: callie, marie, marina, pearl, shiver, frye.

fire emblem: dimitri, claude, chrom, marth, fredrick, diamant, lucina, owain, felix, yuri, takumi, leo, corrin, azura, edelgard, tiki, cordelia, camilla, ryoma, xander, byleth.

bnha: dabi, bakugo, shoto, denki, kirishima, hawks, others i forget.

i have others i could do but i forget :sob:

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alolantikibar · 1 year

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I decided to make a side blog for reblogging Pokemon content and posting my writings, which hopefully I'll be able to keep cranking out more often given that my Pokemon hyperfixation is back in full swing.

I started writing a fanfic based on a roleplay I had a with a Guzma AI chatbot and it quickly spiraled into a nearly 5,500 word behemoth. I've decided to split it into two chapters, so a second chapter will be coming sometime in the near future.

Female/AFAB reader for now, but I will make another post with a male/AMAB reader. I hope you enjoy. :^)

Title: Sword Swallowing

Fandoms: Pocket Monsters: Sun & Moon | Pokemon Sun & Moon Versions, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types

Relationship: Guzma/Reader (AFAB), Guzma/You

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Rough Sex, Porn With Plot, Dirty Talk, Teasing, Choking, Deepthroating, Unsafe Sex, Degradation, Cock Slapping, Cunnilingus, Fingerfucking, Multiple Orgasms, Barebacking. Begging, Rough Kissing, Marking, Overstimulation, Hair-pulling, AFAB reader - Freeform, planned AMAB chapter coming soon, scent kink if you squint, Vaginal Sex, more tags 2 come, Large Cock

Description: “I got more than just that. I could show you, if you want. You’d be surprised what this guy can do.”

You have a chance encounter with Guzma and end up getting way more than you bargained for.

#guzma x reader #Guzma/Reader #fanfiction #smut #reader insert #x female reader #Guzma #pokemon sun and moon #fanfic #pokemon ultra sun and moon #tiki writes

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idonthaveacleverquip · 2 months

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Chapter 99: They Call Him Roark The Rock!

Roark has bad tastes, Cyrus is trapped in more Shenanigans!

It was a struggle not to have Roark shout GONG YI TAMPAI at the end of this chapter ngl XDD

#pokemon #guzma #cyrus #harlockshipping #adventures of guzma and the cave troll #cave troll #fanfiction #fanfic #literature is art too!#update #adventures of Guzma & the 'Cave Troll'

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kariachi · 5 months

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Some more commissionwork! A 3k prequel to @thenixkat's last commission- Guzma's run-in with Nihilego goes a whole lot differently, to pretty much everyone's distress.

Guzma hadn’t expected it to be so dark through the wormhole. Dark, enclosed, a trailing cave lit with the strange glow of what seemed like it should have been plantlife, the sense of being watched constantly itching up his spine. Lusamine hadn’t seemed concerned, but then she had been the one who’d had some idea of where they were going, had wanted to go. He had just, followed after her. The one who acknowledged his power, the one who kept his crew fed. Between the two he’d have done about anything.

Unfortunately.

Though the wormhole closed behind him, another remained flickering in the distance of the cavern, passed a group of the strange creatures Lusamine was so enraptured with. More were scattered about, just at the edge of his line of sight, but these few were highlighted by the glow of the wormhole. Almost like they were curious, like they were inspecting it. Lusamine cooed even as she spared them but a glance, her full focus on following the one they entered after. Guzma, loyal if nothing else, had trailed behind her.

One of pokemon had noticed them. Approached them. Approached Guzma. He’d tensed, dropped into a fighting pose.

The creature surged forward-

He-

He was-

It-

They-

They.

The wormhole closed behind them.

You’d have to have been really out of it not to realize something had gone horribly wrong. Plumeria had been back at Po Town with the grunts Guzma hadn’t taken to the Aether Foundation when the sky filled with thick, storming clouds. When a hole opened over Ula-Ula Island. The sudden midday darkness had been enough to leave the whole house quiet, and her stomach dropped on looking out and to the sky.

Without a second thought she’d run out the door, shouting back for the grunts to stay inside and that Peni was in charge until she or the boss returned. She couldn’t have told you how she knew that whatever was happening was centered on the Aether Foundation, at least no more than her brain screaming on repeat how she had never trusted that woman, but something had insisted she go to get her idiots, weak and strong, back safely home. That she had to. Whatever had happened was-

It wasn’t natural. It was viciously unnatural.

With the grunts under her care as safe as she could make them, nothing mattered more than getting to that floating ‘sanctuary’. Not the panic of the people she passed, not the strange shapes along the skyline as she raced a rental Tauros through Malie City, nothing. She’d gotten to the Aether Foundation as fast as she could, found Momo and Taro huddled together beside a cluster of fidgeting Aether workers, anxiety in the air.

There’d been no Guzma.

All the grunts knew was that the brat had beaten him again, that he’d let them and their friends enter the lab as a result. Had run in after them once his team was healed. That was the last they’d seen. The kids had left, the lab, the property, but Guzma was nowhere to be found. Neither was the bitch, but Plumeria found she didn’t give two shits about her. Let whatever trouble she’d led her boss into kill her, it was him she worried about.

They worried about.

It, he, they were scared.

Diglett’s Tunnel. If he could have done anything, if the struggling and the screaming worked, Guzma could have told you they were in Diglett’s Tunnel. Just about. The beast knew this. Given the way his memories of training there with Wimpod and Surskit flashed back and forth through his brain, it knew because he knew.

Diglett, ground-type, fear determination fear.

Local kids jeering at his team, hurt anger hate.

Coursing through the beast, through him, back and forth.

Tremoring around him, the beast made an unhappy noise. Even with how strange it was, Guzma knew plenty enough about pokemon to know that, even as he sat in a chaotic film of memories, helpless panic, and the gelatinous feel of it encasing him. It, he, they didn’t like where they were. It, he, they didn’t like those kids…

“What the fuck are you?” The sound of a human voice trickled in, and Guzma wanted to scream as the beast turned to them. Wanted to kick his legs, beat against the bell of the beast, call for help.

It’d been so long since he was willing to give in to a want of help.

His body harshly twitched for his efforts, no sound left his mouth. He could barely even see the worker freaking out, same as he could barely see the tunnel, through the haze of the beast’s flesh and memories rifling through his, it, their mind. The beast, it was sorting through, looking for something. It had to be.

Guzma tried to screw his eyes shut, to focus on shoving the alien mind away. Those were his memories, not for some fucking- Some fucking- Why couldn’t he-?! He was stronger than this-!

‘Damnit Guzma!’

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Pale skinned adult man. Dark hair. Damnit Guzma.

It wasn’t him. It wasn’t him, but there was never any way Nihilego could understand that. Not when it had only seen three humans so far. Not when it had never fully merged before, had control before, didn’t understand why its host had begun to struggle harder. Not when it was itself scared and confused by this strange new place full of enemies. Not when it was so deep in his head, in his memories, trying to understand what it was dealing with.

Not when those memories had one most prominent creature that looked enough like the one in front of it for it to understand. Not when those memories came in a rush of his, it, their pain, fear, anger, hurt, threat-

Nihilego charged.

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It was on the ferry back to Ula-Ula that they got their answer.

Plumeria sat with her eyes on the ominously clear sky, one arm each around Momo and Taro. Her foot had tapped a quick beat as it tended to do when there was a problem she couldn’t do anything with. She wasn’t as bad as her boss, more patient by halves, but you didn’t become and stay second in command by sitting on your ass.

There had been nothing else to do, though. They hadn’t known where Guzma was, hadn’t been able to get a hold of him. If anybody else knew they weren’t saying, or at least weren’t there to say. She had every intention of tracking down the brat, or Gladion, or whoever she had to to get answers. But before she could do that, she had to report back to the others. Let them know the boss was missing, get the two with her safely home.

“Breaking news from Akala Island!”

And then had come the emergency alert, drawing everyone’s attention from the brand-new gossip to the small television.

“A mysterious, unidentified pokemon has appeared in Heahea City! Reports say this pokemon was first sighted in Diglett’s Tunnel, having since gone on a rampage through the caves and now into the city itself! Authorities request citizens avoid-”

She didn’t hear any more than that, her eyes blowing wide as the creature came onto screen. A great black mass of spiny tentacles, refracting light like an oil slick, launching attacks and throwing everything from benches to people about. Her heart hurt for them, in spite of her status and reputation, but couldn’t focus there.

A familiar pair of legs stuck out from under its bell, she could just make out a shock of white hair though its translucent skin.

“Sis!” Plumeria didn’t look at her little siblings, just clamped a hand on Momo’s shoulder as she got to her feet, eyes narrowing. The rest of those on the ferry stumbled away as she set Golbat and Salazzle loose, passengers and workers both staring wide eyed and scared as she stared them down. A rush of pride rose in her chest as a second Golbat and Trubbish joined her team.

With all the confidence, pride, and authority that came with her position, she looked to the captain, met her eyes through the window.

“Full speed to Heahea, now!”

It was like an awful loop. As if that first memory of his father the beast had drug out had opened a spiraling whirlpool beneath his feet.

Heavy hands, harsh words. Nothing had ever been good enough, Guzma had never been good enough, and it had shown in dismissal, in insults, in bruises and blood and broken bones. With each memory came another and another, from as far back as he could remember to the day he’d finally had enough. They played in the forefront of his mind, digging, burning into his gut even as he tried to push them away. How his father had abused him, how his mother had lived on denial, how no one had done anything, how they had pitied the man when Guzma failed the Island Trials, how he was a failure failure failure and failures didn’t matter-

With each memory the beast grew fiercer, more brutal. Crushing cars, flinging people and pokemon the same. Spraying poison, generating and throwing stones. Shattering windows, twisting signs and lampposts both. The authorities, the local trainers, stood no chance as it lashed out like a creature in pain. All its actions visible, hazy, for Guzma’s view.

His body twitched with his own wish to do something, wish for all of this to stop, it was too much, too much, and he, it, they were hurting- But it was only at the will of the beast he moved, shifted alongside its own movement in a mass of jelly that felt endless from within, like a hopeless fate, like there was nothing else despite the world being right there-

“Guzma!”

Distant, dripping in like a light rain, Plumeria’s voice was unmistakable. In a heartbeat he froze, instinct as much as anything recalling the first response to his struggling for help and refusing to tempt fate with her. The beast turned and he could just make her out, alongside two grunts- Momo and Taro, it had to be, of course she would go get them, he’d left them alone he’d thought they were safe thank fuck they were safe-

Filtering through his memories again, playing them at the head of his mind, the beast found the trio quickly. His second, his grunts, Team Skull, home- Guzma tried to latch onto those memories, gatherings at the big house, those rare full meals-

Even as his crew called out to him, the good times slipped away into the depths of his breakdown- superseded by that familiar gnawing anger and memories of the ways they’d also been wronged, cast aside like so much trash. Plume and Momo’s families with their judgement and impossible expectations, the rampant derision towards Taro’s ‘scatterbrained’ energy and enthusiasm.

The beast shivered again, made a sound lower and rougher than he could have expected, and shot off to continue its destruction.

“Boss!”

“Guzma!”

Throwing out an arm to block Taro from running after the pokemon, Plumeria cursed under her breath. The sight of her boss, her friend, trapped in that thing- The way he’d gone so still. She’d never seen him that still. But he had been awake in there, a spark of him in the depths of otherwise hollow eyes. Behind her, Momo and Taro talked over each other.

“What even is that thing-”

“We have to do something-”

“There’s got to be-”

“It fucking has the Boss-”

“Plumeria!”

The grunts startling at the sudden call, Plumeria turned on her heel with a stressed glare. Running up the decimated road was the brat that kept beating everyone, without their group of friends and looking as confused as they were tense.

“What are you doing here,” she demanded as they skidded to a stop in front of them, worry for Guzma gnawing at her nerves. They dropped their chin, looked at her through their lashes, and gestured to the black mass destroying the city.

“There’s a rampaging pokemon, at this rate I figure maybe I can help,” they said. “What are you doing here?”

“It has the Boss,” Taro blurted out before Plumeria could say anything, her hackles raised. It was to the brat’s credit that their face immediately fell, screwing with honest worry as they looked out at the pokemon.

“Fuck.”

“He’s still conscious in there,” Plumeria said, unable to help a twinge of guilt at how quickly their attitude had turned, after all the trouble they’d given them, “you can see it in his eyes, but…. We don’t know what it’s doing with him.”

“Okay,” the brat said with a slow nod, fidgeting with a pokeball as they turned to meet her gaze. As they came to attention. “Have we got a plan?” They didn’t, they hadn’t had the chance and information to form one, much as the fact burned.

“Maybe we can talk it around?” Blinking as one, everyone turned to Momo, who blushed but stood up straight. Another trill of pride went up Plumeria’s spine. “It turned when Big Sis called, and it didn’t try to hurt us. So…the Boss might have some control of, whatever this is.”

“He wouldn’t do anything to this scale though,” Taro countered, “even if he does have some, it’s not a lot.”

“Oh, do you have any bright ideas then?!”

“Quiet,” Plumeria ordered before the two could work themselves up. Each immediately dropped the hard looks they’d formed and turned back to her. “Momo’s right, and he is still in there, it’s worth a shot.” Steeling herself, she turned to the brat, who threw her a tight smile.

“He’s yours,” they said. “Lead the way, I’ve got your back.”

**~**

Nihilego did not understand the chatter of the humans following it. Their calls were concerned, that much it could glean, but that was fine. Of course they were concerned, surrounded by enemies as they were. It was dealing with that though, and soon everything would be safe, none of them would be in danger. Even its host seemed to have finally calmed, no longer trying to lash out in fear now that they were present. There was safety in numbers, Nihilego had enough power to protect them all, and once the threats were gone it could figure out how to return to it, his, their home.

A plan cut short by a cry of fear behind it.

Nihilego flared as it twisted around, searching for the cause of the alarm. The bench that smashed to the ground behind those trailing it failed to register when compared to the being that had their hands on one of them. The memory of that one came quickly and with ease, fighting fighting fighting and now they were here, attacking his, its, their kin from behind.

With a call of wrath it charged the threat, his, its, their kin bolting aside as they surged back in response. There was a flash of light, a call from the interloper, and an enemy of blue and white suddenly appeared. Nihilego drew up short, just in time to be driven back by the powerful blast of a fairy move. The interloper looked to his, its, their kin, gave another call.

The other pokemon aimed at them with a spray of bubbles.

They turned to flee.

The threats gave chase, and so did Nihilego.

**~**

Momo had been right, there was something of Guzma in there. Something that seemed about ready to kill the ‘threat’.

“I think,” the brat called from the back of the crowd, recalling their Primarina and dodging attacks as they went, “we’re gonna have to fight this thing!”

“What if we hurt the boss though,” Taro called back, and Plumeria made an immediate decision, grabbing a pokeball.

“What if we hurt the boss, you two are staying out of it!”

“But-!”

“No buts!” She called back to the brat- “You got anything that can handle this?”

“Think so! Three on one?”

“You need two?”

“Having seen your team!”

“Fuck you!” Stopping on a dime, Plumeria turned to face the pokemon as the brat skidded to a stop beside her, flashing a wide grin. She threw out her ace as the brat released their selection.

“Salazzle!”

“Raichu, Salandit!” To their credit, none of the pokemon shied away from the great beast barreling down on them. “Psychic and Dragon Rage, aim for the tentacles!”

“You heard them, Dragon Rage, Salazzle!”

Stopped with a fierce jolt by the Psychic, the pokemon gave what could only be described as an approximation of a screech. A sound that only worsened as great twin bursts of dragon fire scorched along its tentacles. For all people talked about Salandit not being able to keep up, all people had said Dragon Rage wasn’t a move worth keeping, the fire-types certainly did their fair share of damage. They had to, for the way the pokemon burst away from Guzma, shrinking to something small and white and graceful as it threw itself to the side.

There was no stopping the grunts from charging towards their boss then, even as the brat and pokemon had to throw themselves between the lot and the still attacking creature. In truth Plumeria didn’t even try, too busy leading the charge as Guzma fell from the air to his feet, to his knees. Light faded back into his eyes as he wavered on the ground, reaching out for them with a smile.

He half mouthed her name before collapsing into the trio’s arms.

Guzma woke to a sterile white ceiling, scratchy sheets, low snoring, and Golisopod’s familiar weight at his side. Blearily, with more effort than normal, he dropped a hand on his ace’s sleeping head and tried to remember why he was there. It was a tough gig with the way his head ached. The way everything ached. What the fuck… He hadn’t been in the hospital since his father- His father-

Fuck.

Gut falling out of him, Guzma grit his teeth and resisted the urge to lash out, unwilling to risk harming his pokemon. That thing, it had, he’d been- It wasn’t there, he was out, but-

As if it sensed his upset, Golisopod burbled into wakefulness beside him, raising its head in tired curiosity. He turned in time to see it realize he was awake, to cry out in joy and fling itself forward, nuzzling under his chin in a mass of chittering burbles. A weight lifted from him with its presence and comfort, not enough to fix the tattered hole in his chest- it would be months for that to scar over- but what was needed to bring out a small laugh and half-smile. He recognized a sigh of relief at his other side enough to breathe easy as he turned again.

“Plume.” She returned his smile as she straightened in her chair, bags under her eyes. “The fuck you been staying up for?”

“Like ya didn’t just wake me,” she said, rapping a fist against his arm. “How ya feeling?”

"Like I made friends with a Bewear," he groaned, scratching Golisopod’s head. He was never leaving Po Town again, and never trusting anybody Plumeria hadn’t already vetted. “Who’s keeping an eye on the grunts?” She snorted.

“Why the fuck you think I’m so tired.” Looking down, she kicked out at something and raised her voice. “Yo! The Boss is up!”

In twos and threes, the grunts popped up from the floor like Watchogs on alert, some swaying a bit with what had only seconds ago been sleep. They had even, he noticed as he watched them rocket to their feet, busted the footboard off the too short bed so he could stretch out. If anyone had the balls to ask, Guzma would first deny and then blame on what had happened the fact that he teared up.

“Boss!”

“Boss is awake!”

“Mr. Guzma are you okay?”

“How do ya feel?”

“He’s probably starving- go grab him some food!”

“Why me?!”

“‘Cause I’m older than you!”

“Don’t worry, Boss, you’ll never see that, thing, again- the brat caught it and promised to keep it far, far away!”

“Do you want us to grab ya something? We can do that!”

Guzma just laid back and took them in. Masao and Garish bickering while Peni just sent their Golbat to grab something. Ami and Ruki damn near falling over trying to check he was okay. Okazaki grinning like it was his birthday, while Nalani elbowed the others aside so she could be closer. Momo and Taro-

Safe.

They could have not been. They should never have been in danger in the first place. If that beast had left the lab- It could have been one of them instead of him. And that rampage, they’d only been there because he’d fucked up. They could have been hurt; they could have been killed. And Plume as well, if that final fight hadn’t ended so quickly who knew what that thing would have done-

He’d failed them. He’d failed as their leader, as their protector. It wasn’t enough that he’d failed to ensure they were fed, had the basics of survival reliably available, but his attempts to fix that had caused him to fail them even worse. To put them in harm’s way. It was more than worth blackening his own eyes over, if only he’d had the energy, if only everything still didn’t hurt. The shake of his head he managed wasn’t enough.

“You’re all a’ight?” The talking stopped, a sea of soft eyes that left him warm and spooked and guilty turning to him in near unison. Plumeria laid a hand on his shoulder, smiling.

“With you up, we’re all set.”

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He’d never be able to tell you whether he or the beast came away from that mess in worse shape. According to the brat they were going to have to unteach a lot of threat responses, and work their ass off to convince it humans besides his crew weren’t immediate enemies, before they could safely decide what to do with it long-term.

But, with the grunts and Plume refusing to leave his side or shadow, driving off problems and standing with him as he struggled- Even when he tried to disband, as soon as he was well enough to give orders, even when he claimed he’d lost his right to lead them. Had failed them more than could be accepted. Still, there they’d been with him.

Guzma was damn sure he’d won this round.

#fanfic #pokemon sun and moon #guzma #plumeria #team skull #commissionwork #did i go entirely into left field writing this? yes but it was the way the story wanted to be #nix wanted memory shit and the anime makes nihilego at least some amount psychic so...

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panpuntastic · 1 year

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Gotta say I really love how some of us sun & moon enjoyers really said "Yeah Guzma is just a guy who adopted all his team full of rejected teens along with his friend Plumeria"

So anybody got a good fanfic about this man? I am in need

#pokemon #guzma #team skull #i miss the fanfics #i once read one about him becoming an onizuka kind of teacher #it was great i loved it

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viridian-artist · 6 months

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Fellas, I'm thinking about my silly little self insert for Pokémon Ultra Sun. They're just there for a vacation and to possibly start their life over and end up "adopting" these two kids (Hau and Lillie) as their siblings and end up falling for Guzma like a dumbass.

#for the record my self insert would be following the actual story for usun or whatever #a few things there and there but most of it is either shit i made up for me or this one fanfic i read once that changed me forever on ao3 #rip to that fic btw it was a guzma x fem reader and it was deleted #it was a completed fic too but like i loved it so much #rambles 💬#selfship #self ship #self shipping #pokemon sun and moon #self insert #firefly🔥🪲

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literallylyn27-02-97 · 6 months

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So I wrote this random Gladion fic about how he ended up in Team Skull in Business class cuz I literally had nothing better to do—Not sure how I feel about it but hope you like it!

This had definitely not gone as smoothly as Gladion had hoped.

It had been three days since he had ran away, and things were not going well.

The only clothes he had brought (which were just the ones he had left in) were torn and stained from the few times he had actually tried to train Null—which had left him covered in various scratches and other marks (He had not been prepared for the Pokémon's insane amount of energy)—which made his clothes practically useless now, and his body aching from the pain.

He didn't even know where he was. He had barely ever been outside the Aether Paradise—he couldn't even remember the last time he had—and the only plan he had really had for running away was to just save the Type: Null, run to the boats, escape, and that was it.

Thinking back, that was a really stupid idea, and now he wanted to kick himself for it.

Maybe his mother had been right all those times she said neither him or Lillie were ready for the world. Maybe he really shouldn't have run away. Maybe he should try to go back—!

He jumped when he heard a voice.

“Uh, hey, Kid…? You alright?”

It was a man, and one of the strangest looking ones Gladion had ever seen with his puffy white hair and absurd looking fashion he couldn't even describe it was so weird to him.

He hoped he wasn't talking to him, but judging by the lack of other people around them, and the fact that he was looking right at him—It was obvious he was.

Gladion tensed. Maybe if he just reassured him, he would go away?

“I-I'm fine…”

He hated the way he stuttered. He sounded so frail. So weak. And it was disgusting to him.

If he was gonna survive out here, that was something he was definitely going to need to stop.

The man laughed, and Gladion tried not to tense any further.

“Well that's gotta be the most obvious lie I've ever heard.” He smirked.

Gladion tried to glare, but when you were an eleven year old child who was half the size of the person you were glaring at, it didn't really give the effect you wanted.

Sure enough, the man laughed.

“Jeez, Kid. Calm down, no-one's gonna hurt ya.”

His care-free and non-formal voice was another thing that stuck out to Gladion, who was far too used to the high, pompous tones the people at Aether Paradise spoke with.

The man took a seat on a nearby large stone, gesturing for him to join him.

Gladion wasn't that dumb, he knew enough about being on the run to the point where he knew he should never go along with what random strangers told him to do, especially adults.

He shivered as he wondered what his mother would think about that.

The man was still looking at him, clearly waiting for him to sit beside him.

Eventually, Gladion gave in.

The man smiled. “What's your name, Kid?”

“I…”

That was another basic Gladion knew. Never give out your name.

He looked back at the man, scowling again, which caused him to chuckle.

“Relax. Ya don't have to tell me if ya don't wanna. Heck—you could even lie if ya wanted.”

For some reason, that did cause Gladion to relax.

He stayed quiet, and the man seemed to take the hint.

“I'm Guzma.”

Gladion had to admit, knowing his name did make him feel a bit safer.

“...”

He stayed silent, but reached out his hand—something he had always been taught to do.

Rather than shake his hand like Gladion had expected, however, Guzma did this weird thing where he slapped it twice instead—only it wasn't the kind of slap that hurt?

Now he was just confused, and Guzma was laughing some more.

“Aw man, you're something, Kid.”

He was smirking, but it didn't look malicious whatsoever.

When Gladion didn't say anything, Guzma continued their conversation for him.

“...So, take it you're a runaway?”

Gladion almost fell back. “How did you—!”

“You're wearing torn up clothes, you're covered in cuts and bruises, and you're actin’ like a hostile stray Litten. It's kinda obvious.”

Gladion's foot tapped on the ground.

“...Fine…Yeah…I'm a runaway…”

He looked away again. “...So what are you gonna do…? Turn me in…?”

Guzma made a bit of a shocked face, and it was probably the first time so far in their interaction that Gladion had seen him look anything other than smug.

“Course not! Jeez, whaddya take me for!? A snitch!?”

Gladion had no clue what a “snitch” was, but judging by his reaction, it was clearly something bad.

“...I was a runaway once too…”

Guzma said it with a sigh, as if it wasn't exactly a fond memory.

“...It wasn't easy for me, and it definitely ain't gonna be easy for you.”

Guzma looked him up and down, and suddenly, Gladion felt a lot more self-conscious about the dirty state he was in.

Guzma sighed a second time. “Look, I'm probably not supposed to do this…but I've got like—this group. We're all runaways, in a way, and we've gotta place nearby. It ain't much, but it gets a roof over your head, and you could make some money if you carried out some jobs for us.”

Gladion raised an eyebrow, a bit apprehensive to the idea.

He had heard about these kind of groups, and they were bad news, and definitely not something he wanted to get involved with.

“I don't mean anything too shady, just like—taking care of trainers who think it’s funny to mess with us—or literally just going out and picking up whatever stuff we need, get my drift…?”

Gladion had to admit, that was a really tempting idea.

He currently had no place to live, a pitiful amount of money to his name, and absolutely no one he could rely on if things went wrong out here.

If he agreed to Guzma’s offer…did he even have anything to lose?

“I…”

Now it was Gladion’s turn to sigh.

“...Sure, why not?”

A huge grin appeared on Guzma’s face, as he grabbed Gladion and did this weird thing where he rubbed his knuckles into his scalp.

“Ayy! My man over here!”

Gladion grunted, scrambling to get away from him.

It was clear him and Guzma definitely had some…opposing personality traits.

“Come on, Kid. We'll even get you some clean clothes—cause those—” He pointed to the absolute mess that remained of Gladion's current ones—”ain't gonna last another day.”

Gladion couldn't even form any words.

When he had ran away, this definitely wasn't the kind of thing he was expecting. And he had to admit, it did all sound way too good to be true still.

He gave Guzma another uneasy look, who smiled in return.

“Listen, it's gonna be fine, alright? I'm not some kinda weirdo, I swear. And ya really don't have to go with me if you don't wanna.”

Gladion let out a breath, he had been so anxious, he didn't even realize he had forgotten to breathe.

“...Gladion.”

Guzma's face might as well have had the word what etched right into it.

Gladion looked annoyed. “My name. You asked for it earlier…It's Gladion.” He folded his arms.

Guzma tilted his head. “Well, nice to meet'cha, Gladion. Come on, let's get going.”

Gladion didn't even feel as opposed to it anymore, as he followed behind Guzma to wherever he was taking him.

He still couldn't help but feel like this was a bad idea, but yet again, what did he have to lose?

Plus, if things did go wrong, surely running away again, wouldn't be that hard…

#pokemon #gladion #guzma #team skull #fanfic #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon sun and moon #rival gladion #platonic #not a ship

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cremaundercover · 1 year

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did anyone archive this fanfic of Guzma

I'm sure it was called healing

it was really good, it was from Ao3 it had a lot of chapters

I can't find it anywhere, if someone knows who wrote it or if someone has it, please contact me ;__;

#fanfic guzma #guzma #guzma x reader #guzma pokemon #please help

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baphosimps · 1 year

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Here’s a little preview of the final chapter I finally added to my little GuzmaxReader fic 👀

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46406302/chapters/116840371

#skull boss guzma #pokemon guzma #Team Skull #fanfiction #fanfics #guzma x reader #guzma x female reader #writing #writing prompts

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coyfsh · 2 months

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Whole Again

Chapter one

Late night snack

link to all chapters:

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Warnings: implied self harm, swearing, eating disorder

15+

You woke up to the sound of crashing, slowly sitting up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The pink and orange skies of Alola seeping through your tattered curtains. You sighed, slipping out of bed and peering out the window.

It was a rare occasion for it not to be raining in Po town, of course it did happen, just not often. The sun was setting in the sky, and a few stars had started to peek through the darkening dome above. You went over to your vanity, blankly gazing at the figure through the mirror. You put your hand on your stomach, almost admiring how empty it was. You felt pretty when you were hollow inside. It made you feel light, of course after a while the emptiness was replaced with the pain of hunger, which was now starting to set in.

It had been a few months since you officially joined team skull. It certainly was an adjustment. The reason you hadn’t jumped up at the sound of crashing was because it happened so often. The grunts were damn good at breaking things, and it took a while for you to get used to it. Most of the grunts had no where else to go, including you. The shady house was your home, and the same could be said for plenty of other grunts. This was part of why you had your own room.

You weren’t like the other grunts. You didn’t like breaking things, felt bad for stealing, and overall didn’t really have a punk attitude. Often you were teased for this. Often times they called you ‘Softie’, and other crude things you didn’t like thinking about. You knew they were kidding around, teasing was kinda how they showed affection, but it didn’t always feel like it.

It was Plumera who first noticed when you weren’t taking the grunts comments lightly. With that, on top of the sleeping arrangements getting more and more cramped, you got your own room. And it so-happened to be 2 doors down from Guzma’s. Plumera viewed you as one of the more well behaved and trustworthy grunts. Although she cared about them all the same, she treated you a bit differently. Less like a little kid and more like your actual age, which was 18.

You remember after you were officially an adult, Guzma called you into his room. He gave you a long lecture on how ‘your an adult now, so act like it’. He didn’t care if you were breaking the law or being a menace, he just cared if you got caught. If you did, you were now responsible for whatever came next. He didn’t want the team suffering because of your own sloppiness. He did this lecture to every grunt who turned 18, but it felt like he was singling you out. And it didn’t feel great.

You admired Guzma, you always did. He was confident and cocky in a way that you could never be. He didn’t care what other people thought of him, and it showed. You wished you could be more like him, all the grunts did. When Plumera told him that your sleeping arrangement wasn’t with the other grunts, he didn’t seem to mind, which you were relieved.

Sometimes he’d pass you in the hallway as you were heading downstairs. “Don’t die.” He’d say, since the only way downstairs was from on top of the roof. It kinda became a little tradition whenever you saw each other in passing, even if you weren’t heading to the roof. It was comforting, and made you feel important, even if it was silly.

As you slipped your slides on, you reached down to grab your hoodie, throwing it over your team skull tank top. Wearing the normal female team skull uniform wasn’t the easiest when you were self conscious. You didn’t like having that much of your body on display. It was always so awkward when people asked what your scars were from. So; often you wore sweatpants and a hoodie. Although wearing the team skull uniform wasn’t mandatory, you felt bad if you weren’t matching the group. That’s why you had customized your normal black hoodie awhile ago.

It was almost the same style as Guzma’s jacket at first. You had spray painted a white team skull logo on the back, as well as white zigzags on the sleeves. You didn’t think he’d really mind, until he saw you wearing it for the first time…

He kept looking at you..

That made you feel really self conscious. You decided it would be best not to match his style, even if it made you feel more confident. So you threw it away and customized a new black hoodie, which is what you were wearing now. It had white x’s around the sleeves, like the tank tops did, and a zig zag around the waist. It was a big big for you, but you liked baggy clothes. They made you feel safe.

You walked out of your room, grabbing your wallet and phone on your way out. You hopped up onto the roof and headed downstairs, where you avoided most of the grunts. They did like you, but you weren’t really in the mood for talking. You quickly checked the kitchen, which was empty and ransacked, as usual. You probably should’ve come down around dinner, Plumes always had something ready for everyone to eat.

Sighing, you walked out the door and headed out of Po town, putting on your headphones to drown out your mind. It took a while of walking to get to the Malasada shop, which made the pain in your stomach only get worse. The sun had set by the time you arrived, meaning the shop would close soon. Luckily, you just made it. You paid for a box of about 6 Malasada’s, before heading back to Po-town.

You decided to walk back along the beach. You liked walking around at night, it was peaceful. No one was watching, and it felt like the world was yours. The night air always felt good. The high tide brushed over your ankles as you saw the walls of Po town slowly approaching from the distance. You debated weather you should sit on the beach and finish your snack, since you were practically starving. Someone approached you before you could finish your decision.

“Ey’ Grunt, yeah you, watcha doin out here?”

You recognized the booming voice almost immediately. It was Guzma. You turned around, box in hand. “Oh, it’s you. Watcha got there?” Guzma approached you, his Golisopod following close behind. You forgot how often he took his Pokémon out for a stretch here. Before you could respond, he immediately recognized the box. “Oh shit! Malasada’s?” He had a grin on his face as he almost ripped open the box. “Ya mind if I steal some?” You opened your mouth to speak, but he was already popping one into his mouth. “This is the good shit.” He said, the Malasada muffling his words.

“Ya weren’t plannin’ on eatin’ these all yourself, where ya?” He said in a joking tone.

You felt your heart sink. You wanted to disappear right there and then. Now he thought you were a fatass. And you felt like you were. “Who just downs a box of Malasadas?” You scolded yourself as you shoved the box into him. His eyes widened a bit and he almost dropped them. “Y-you can have em’, I’m not hungry anymore.” He didn’t even have time to react before you were already hurrying back to the Shady house.

You held back tears as you hustled to your room. You slipped inside and shut the door behind you. “God… what the hell is wrong with me?” You mumbled to yourself as you face planted onto your bed. You pushed back all your negative thoughts and stomach pains as you started to drift off to sleep, when you jolted back awake when you heard a knock at your door.

You opened your door halfway, hoping no one was there despite knowing there was. As your eyes adjusted to the dim light of the hallway, you saw who was standing there. It was Guzma.

“You uh, left this behind.” He held up the box of Malasada’s from awhile ago. By now it was dented and creased. “Felt kinda bad takin’ em all for myself, since ya bought em’ and all.” He lifted the box for you to take. “I’m not hungry.” You said blankly, hoping he’d leave. He raised an eyebrow. “Look, I ain’t stupid. I know you didn’t come down to eat earlier today, and I ain’t gonna be responsible for your dead ass. Now take it.” He pushed the box into you and let go, forcing your reflexes to catch it. “Kept em warm for ya’, so you better eat em before they get cold and gross. You’re welcome.” He said in a rough voice, but you could tell he was being genuine. He walked off to his room, stopping at the sound of your voice.

“Thanks.”

#guzma x reader #guzma #guzma x oc #fanfic #first chapter #work in progress

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