#overcooked noodle boy with a soft tummy

[neongreenllama]

remus with abs is so funny to me like that man has never worked out in his life. he used to excuse and lie his way out of PE, like one week he has a cold the next he forgot his trainers and the next he has period cramps

#remus loser lupin #overcooked noodle boy with a soft tummy #remus lupin #the only reason he would ever run is away from sports #or from his problems #or towards sirius when he suddenly shows up after 12 years of being a wrongfully convicted mass murderer

[guzma-reader-hell]

How about guzma bein a lil salty of his golisopod getting extra affection from his pregnant s/o?

Guzma would be so fucking salty tho. Damn lmao

…

“You’re such a big happy boy, aren’t you? Yes, sweet littlebaby boy.”

Guzma could hear his Golisopod make raspy little noises ofhappiness. He was currently working hard on dinner, making sure the spaghettisauce didn’t burn over, that the meatballs didn’t blacken, or that the noodlesdidn’t overcook. When he saw you tickle Golisopod’s soft underbelly, a soft “huff”noise emitted from his throat.

It’s not that he blamed you, nor was he resentful that yourdays consisted of bedrest and making occasional trips to the couch when layingdown became too painful. Matter of fact, Guzma had demanded you let him atleast take care of some of the meals before you hurt yourself. He understoodthat your swollen belly now dictated your movements. It had been a close callfor baby Rosalie when you both discovered the bleeding, and Guzma was intentthat you were to only do things necessary for your health and the health of thebaby. He just wished he could be by your side all the time, like Golisopod whowatched over you and the house whenever Guzma had to work. The two of you hadbecome extremely attached, Golisopod even preferring you to him on occasion.

“I know you’re hungry sweetie.” You cooed to him, strokinghis sleek shell and planting little kisses on his head. “The yummies are almostready, and when I get my plate I’ll give you a meatball for being such a goodlittle boy today. Yes, that’s right little one. You get some extra yummies forbeing such a very good boy and helping me take care of Rosie.”

“Come eat baby!” Guzma barks. Before he can remove his apronand help you off the couch like a gentleman, Golisopod’s strong claws arealready braced behind your back. The Pokémon lifts you to your feet in onegentle motion, placing a second claw in front of you when exhale an “oof” soundand place your hand on your bulging stomach. Guzma watches, his fists clenchingas Golisopod walks you to the table and helps you into a chair, his clawresting ever so gently on your tummy.

“Hey, hey!” he exclaims, lunging forward and reaching foryour belly, “Buddy, watch the merchandise. You’re gonna squish my little girl!”

“Oh Guzma…” you reply, “He’s not even pressing on her. Calmdown.”

Shot down. Dammit…

He gets up to feed you and serves you food with a vengeance.You don’t seem to notice the plate clatter to the table, you’re just focused onpetting loyal Golisopod and eventually with giving him a substantial meatballfrom your plate. The giant isopod eats delicately, making little “num num”sounds when he bites and making you laugh quietly. Guzma shovels food into hismouth, scraping the fork roughly against his plate and positively seething bythe time Golisopod is done with his treat and lumbers away to his own littlebowl of Pokémon food where your Meowth eagerly waits for him. Guzma is fed upwith your ignoring him over Golisopod. Fed up that you’re not giving him anyattention or cooing at him as fervently as you do with his Pokémon. As soon ashis plate is empty, he prepares to leave and stalk off to the bedroom when henotices you playing tentatively with your food. You haven’t touched any of it.

“What’s wrong with it?” he demands a little more harshlythan he intends for it to come out. Instantly he is filled with regret when henotices how tired you look, dark circles stand out under your eyes and you putthe fork down to rub your stomach.

“I don’t feel too well…” you murmur, “Rosie’s been kickingme really hard… Look.”

You lift up your shirt. A neat row of bruises in the shapeof little feet dot the stretched skin of your stomach, and as if responding toyour accusation Guzma notices a little lump moving under your skin. Rosalie’sfoot, or perhaps a fist with how hard it pushes against your skin.

“Babe!” Guzma inhales sharply, his strong hands immediatelygoing to your belly and stroking the skin. He manages to calm down Rosalie withtalking to her, lulling her enough that you can start crying in his arms.

“It hurts so badly sometimes…” you whimper, “I worry thatshe’ll probably hurt me… Or that I’m hurting her because I’m small, and that’swhy she keeps kicking me so hard because she’s mad at me!”

“Shh… Don’t cry baby… Don’t cry… Will you eat somethin’ forDaddy?”

He rolls a bit of spaghetti on your fork, poking it softlynear your mouth and coaxing you to take a bite. Eventually, when the great fatdrops of tears stop rolling down your cheeks you take some pasta into yourmouth. Chewing with some difficulty and swallowing. After a few more mouthfuls,you begin to feel a bit better and he smiles. When you swallow a yummymeatball, a small smile graces your lips and you move forward, your lipsmeeting Guzma’s in a saucy, tomato kiss.

“Thank you…” you murmur quietly, “You’re so good to me. Ilove you so much Guzy…”

Guzma smiles, affirming his love for you with a deeper kiss.

#guzma x reader #guzma #team skull #team skull guzma #pokemon sumo #reader insert fiction #daddy guzma