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comfortandfluff · 2 years

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tagging key!

this is just my tagging key for all my reblogs, since i like making fancy tags, lol

tw: minor flashing lights under the cut!

irls!

(these characters are me irl! i dont mind you interacting if you kin/are also an irl, but i likely won't interact back)

spamton g. spamton // #number 1 rated salesman | spamton tag

scp-3817 // #art is pain | 3817 tag

roger retinz // #the ratings rajah | roger tag

topher // #the topher experience | topher tag

scp-662 // #i aim to please. | deeds tag

hubris d'obscene // #my dear sweet idiot! | hubris tag

william "maxwell" carter // #you don't look so good | maxwell tag

slappy // #not a dummy! | slappy tag

leonardo fortunato // #your avid worshipper | leon tag

sundrop // #keep the lights on | sundrop tag

guzma // #it's ya boy! | guzma tag

b.e.n-j.a.m.i.n // #bio-electronic navigator | b.e.n tag

claus // #let's play eye-spy... | claus tag

benjamin // #my greatest invention! | benjamin tag

oliver // #the power of mornstar | oliver tag

the projectionist // #was it worth it? | projectionist tag

synpaths!

(i just relate or connect strongly with these characters!!!)

giratina // #forgotten by god | giratina tag

spiritomb // #entrenched in shadow | spiritomb tag

enderman in a suit // #i can see you | enderman tag

f/os!

(these are my fictional crushes <3<3<3 i love them so bad. please don't interact if you openly bash any of these characters or mock those who like them!)

zote the mighty // #the greatest warrior! | zote tag

swaine // #the art of pickpocketing | swaine tag

zip vector // #i'm a genius! | zip tag

patches // #tricks up my sleeve | patches tag

reddington rousseau // #a method actor | reddington tag

snatcher // #your contract has expired | snatcher tag

the conductor // #pecking idiots! | conductor tag

king dice // #hi-de-ho! | king dice tag

mortimer freeze // #our world of ice | mortimer tag

chef saltbaker // #two cups' souls | saltbaker tag

jevil // #chaos! | jevil tag

mike // #turn on the tv! | mike tag

rouxls kaard // #thoust have courage! | rouxls tag

swatch // #cozy up | swatch tag

wilson higgsbury // #the gentleman scientist | wilson tag

robert wagstaff // #a scientist's blight | wagstaff tag

wes // #people-pleaser's balloons | wes tag

pale king // #no cost too great | pale king tag

chairman rockwell // #halcyon's ruler | rockwell tag

karloff mennis // #fear got me here. | karloff tag

dwayne pipe // #the brighter the bug | dwayne tag

manov mistree // #mr. reus... 2! | manov tag

bill cipher // #buy gold! | bill tag

paulo ravinski // #i'll sacrifice anything! | paulo tag

orin scrivello // #i am your dentist! | orin tag

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roseboysstuff · 4 months

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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.

#ftm reader #male reader #x reader #guzma x ftm reader #guzma x male reader #guzma smut #guzma x reader #cw inc*st

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leggerefiore · 7 months

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Caring For An Injured Pokemon Boyfriend

cw: slight description of injuries, light blood mentions, fluff, tending to an injury

characters: Ingo, Emmet, Cyrus, Volo, Larry, Guzma

▲Ingo▼

● You watched as the older of the Subway Bosses tried to hide how he flinched when he put too much pressure on his leg. His facial expression may have been something that rarely changed from his usual frown. But, you caught the way his eye slightly closed, and his nostrils flared as he took in a sharp breath. Instantly, you stopped him on his way into the apartment to roll up the leg of his slacks. Ingo froze at your sudden movements and could only watch as you revealed the abrasion he had been trying to hide from you.

● “Ah, dearest…” his voice was uneasy, “Yes, I have an injury, but it is nothing for you to concern yourself with. I was going to tend to it myself just now.” You pouted at him and shook your head. Instead, you grabbed onto his hand and led him into the bathroom. Sitting him on the toilet, you carefully knelt down after washing your hands to examine it better. There was some dried blood that was carefully washed away with a clean wash cloth and soap as you determined the wound needed slight bandaging.

● Ingo felt conflicted as he watched you tend to his wound. It was not your job to deal with the unfortunate injuries he got during work hours, and he was bothered to burden you with such a task. Yet, watching you so dotingly tend to his wound shut him up. It would be cruel to tell you off while you were trying to help him. His heart felt oddly warm as you quickly worked to finish up with a bandage.

● You gently applied the adhesive bandage to the areas that had bled before standing up. Ingo looked up at you as you cupped his cheeks playfully. “Good boy,” you teased and watched as his cheeks bloomed pink. A laugh came from you. Pecking a quick kiss to his lips, you were suddenly overcome with curiosity. “How'd you even get injured, Ingo?” you asked him with a tilt of your head. That was not like him at all, honestly. The older twin was always careful and dutiful.

● “Ah,” his hand moved to readjust his hat, but it was no longer on his head, “Well, I fell on my way into a train car. It was quite embarrassing actually… Emmet had to catch me.” You gasped. His leg must have rubbed against the train. You felt relieved that the only injury he got was an abrasion. Kissing him again, you hugged him, too. A warning to be more careful came from you as Ingo simply allowed himself to enjoy your warmth for a moment.

▽Emmet△

○ You could tell he was hiding something as he entered the apartment without a coat on and hiding his left arm behind his back. Emmet's face was frozen with a stiff grin, while his eyes were more like a doll's own. He waved at you with his right hand, not daring to say a word. Your suspicions were sky-high as you tried to glance at his hidden arm. He simply would not let you, however, making you shoot a light glare at him. His grin became nervous. Eventually, the charade grew tiresome, and you grabbed his arm to see what he did. You gasped at the sight of red staining his white shirt.

○ “Darling!” he whined as you gently pulled his arm forward. A long incision like cut ran up his forearm. You rushed him to the bathroom instantly. The first aid kit was dug out of the cabinet and placed down. A towel was wrapped around his arm to stop some remaining bleeding as you gave him a harsh look. It did not seem to be that deep, but its length had you mildly concerned. Emmet turned his face away from you, smile dropping. “I am Emmet,” he said, “And I am not a child.”

○ He felt embarrassed to need his partner to tend to his cut. It was not uncommon for Ingo to still try to provide care for him whenever he got injured around him. The long nagging sessions had him worried that he was in for a similar thing with you. Still, you dutifully worked to stop any bleeding before washing the wound, mindful of his quiet hisses and flinches from the hydrogen peroxide coming into contact with his wound. A quick application of a topical ointment and the embarrassment faded. Your worried expression finally broke him. Another reason he did not want to show you.

○ A gauze wrapping was wrapped around his arm as he was realised from your first aid care. Emmet was silent, unsure what to say. You sighed and caught him off guard. A light peck to his bandaged arm made his heart race. “Emmy,” you called him by his nickname so sweetly, “What happened? Please, tell me. I don't like seeing you hurt like that.” His arms came around you tightly, ignoring the dull pain in his arm. Oh, he felt so bad! His darling was worried about him.

○ “I am verrrry sorry,” he cooed sweetly and nuzzled his nose against your own, “Haxorus was practising a move. I did not follow the rules, and I was standing too close. She accidentally cut my arm.” You gasped. Poor Emmet and Haxorus. She undoubtedly felt bad for injuring one of her trainers, while Emmet had to nervously pretend he was fine. Thankfully, everything ended up fine, but you chided him about hiding things like that from you. The lectures were inescapable, the younger twin came to accept.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ You observed the man carefully as he entered your home late in the evening. There was nothing that uncommon. He slipped his shoes off and walked in to greet you. His face was its usual stoicism, while his body language was the normal stiffness to be expected from Cyrus. No, what made you curious was how he was walking. It was not his trained stride and paces. They were shallow and uncomfortable. You lead him to the couch, where you proceeded to catch him unaware as you rolled up on of his pant legs. There, right at his knee, was the answer to your question. A darkening bruise with small litters of abrasions, almost like a galaxy against his pale skin.

☄️ “... Beloved,” he spoke quietly, “This is nothing for you to concern yourself over.” You shook your head and rushed away into the bathroom to grab the first aid kit and a wash cloth. You rolled up his other pant legs upon your return to confirm your suspicions. Both of his knees were in the same state. You ticked your tongue as you washed the area with the wetted cloth. Cyrus actually flinched at the unfortunate sensitivity in the area. Any dried blood from the abrasions was wiped away.

☄️ The Galactic Boss felt mildly uncomfortable about the whole situation. His goal had been to handle this himself, yet here you were being able to read him too well. Your gentle hands moved carefully as you blew on the wet areas to dry them. Why had you even bothered with concern? Cyrus would not be so foolish to let a serious injury go untreated. A bruise was not anything for you or himself to be concerned over. His heart raced when you placed the cloth down on the table and cupped his cheek.

☄️ “How did that happen?” you asked him softly, “It clearly was hurting you to walk. Please don't exert yourself more than you have to. I hate seeing you in pain.” Shame burned his chest. You would draw such visceral human emotion out from the void where his spirit should have been. His hand came to rest over yours. Must you worry about him? You leaned down to touch your forehead against his. Clearly, you did want an answer and were not going to be satisfied until you had it.

☄️ “I… I was exploring Mt. Coronet,” he explained with carefully chosen words, “I simply had failed to observe the uneven terrain and fell. I can assure you that the pain is barely noticeable.” You pouted to him. A light kiss was pecked to his lips as you sat down beside him. Your side was pressed against his as you hummed. He swallowed as you asked for more information about what he was doing at Mt. Coronet. A curse, he felt. You were a curse. He decided to explain his “new” fascination with Sinnohan mythology. (His knees felt strangely better after you had cared for them, but he would never admit it to himself.)

💫Volo📜

⭐️ You nearly panicked at the sight of the blond approaching you. A stick stuck through his carefully tied back bun, while dirt and foliage stuck to his clothing. You rushed him into your shared home quickly. Instantly, you had him strip from his clothing to look over his body. You could feel your breath hitch at the sight of his leg. You used a cloth to quickly apply pressure to the bleeding wound. Its jagged shape reflects whatever had just happened to him.

⭐️ “… I fell,” he explained simply, clearly not in top much of a talking mood with his injury. You could only wonder what height he fell from, while feeling grateful that his injuries outside his bleeding leg laceration seemed to just be bruising. You carefully check to see if the bleeding stopped. It thankfully had, and you quickly drew some water out from your bucket to run over the wonder. A shudder left you when rocky debris came out from the wound. You would not say he did not deserve it, but you did care for him enough to not want to see him like this.

⭐️ Volo felt a bit smug that he had you so concerned about him. Since everything had happened, he wondered if you still truly cared for him. His unfortunate accident today proved to be beneficial to his person curiosity. Your hands gently felt over his exposed skin, searching for any more injuries after finishing bandaging the wound to his leg. A dark memory, long repressed, resurfaced in his mind of a woman who resembled him watching as he tended to his own wound at a more tender age. He closed his eyes and forced it away. That did not matter. Not when his perfect world could still be brought to fruition; not when he had you so foolishly worried about him.

⭐️ When you finished looking over him and decided there was nothing else of concern, you unexpectedly hugged him. The tightness of the embrace nearly was enough to press against the bruises that littered his body. “Please, be more careful, Volo,” you begged in him a whisper, “I don't want to lose you…” His grin could only get bigger. The pain was ignored as he returned the affection. Perfect. You truly did love him, too. A light peck to his temple did draw an unwanted flutter of his heart.

⭐️ “Believe me, it was not my intention at all to fall from the cliff,” he sighed at the memory of what had got him in this state, “An enraged alpha Golem had it in him to attack me before I could call out Lucario.” His annoyance about the aggressive pokemon was apparent. If anything was going to kill him before he accomplished his goals, it was not going to be a wild pokemon. He moved to cup your cheek and look into your eyes. “Thank you for tending to my wounds,” Volo spoke with uncommon genuineness, “I'm grateful you decided to come to my side.” You felt delighted by his words and pressed a kiss to his lips.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 It was a slight shock to see Larry in such a precarious state. He walked into the apartment and dropped his suitcase before quickly sliding off his shoes. His pace was a rare, quick one as he tried to rush off to the bathroom. You followed behind him in concern. The businessman sighed as you looked over him. He was clearly in pain as his neutral, uninterested expression twisted in pain. You saw an obvious stain on his grey shirt. Instantly, your hands worked to remove his suit jacket and shirt. You grimaced at what lay underneath.

🍙 Larry looked away from you in soke form of embarrassment as you observed the fiercely irritated skin on his chest. A burn. You quickly wet a wash cloth with cold water and pressed it to the afflicted area. A hiss came from the man, but he allowed you to tend to his injury. “... I'm sorry,” he mumbled out, “I planned on doing this myself. You really don't have to.” You look at him with a frown. He went silent.

🍙 He supposed it was not so bad to have you care for his burn. It was in an awkward place for him to observe and care for, so you were probably the best person for the job. He sighed as your gentle hands held the cloth to his chest. The stinging pain was subsided temporarily. Your worried eyes made his heart race, however. Why would you even bother fretting over someone like him? There was nothing special or interesting about him. How he even got you as his partner was truly beyond him. When you removed the cloth after a few minutes, he watched as you pulled out an aloe lotion from under the cabinet and rubbed it on the damaged skin.

🍙 As you finished by applying a loose bandage to the area, he sighed. Before he could thank you, however, you cupped his cheeks in your hand and looked into his tired eyes. He swallowed. “Are you okay, Larry?” you asked him softly, “How did that happen? I don't think I've ever seen your clothes with a stain like that.” His eyes broke from yours. You really knew how to make his disinterested facade fade. You nuzzled your nose against his, and his mouth nearly hung open.

🍙 “When I was walking to the office, someone bumped into me and my coffee spilled on to me,” he sighed, “I came home to clean it up and change. Thanks for helping with it.” You sighed. A light peck to his lips somehow acted a better pick-me-up than the coffee could have ever been. Your hands free his face as he pondered where to go from here. His boss was sure to notice his sudden disappearance, but this had been a situation. Larry had a distinct feeling you were not going to let him return to work, either. Not with his new injury. It was hard to decide who was scarier between you and Geeta.

🕶Guzma💀

□ You watched as the “big, bad boss” tried to make himself small as he entered your home. It was plain as day that he was hiding something. His face was filled with nervousness as he tried to creep by you. What had he done now? You decided to join him in the sneaking as you followed him quietly into the bedroom. His sleeve was pushed up as he sat away from the door. A hiss came from him. You placed a hand on his shoulder and scared him half to death. Guzma turned his grey eyes up to look at you.

□ “Babe, what the fuck,” he asked as he tried to hide his arm. You pouted at him. Really, what had he done? It was not like he did not often get into scraps or fights. Honestly, him hiding it made you more worried than a black eye or busted lip. Was it deep? Bleeding profusely? Your mind wandered. Snatching his arm, you pulled it into your line of sight. “C'mon, stop!” he snapped as you saw what littered his skin. Red scratch marks decorated the arm.

□ Guzma huffed as you got a wash cloth to wipe away the dried blood from the scratches. He felt like some little kid having his mom dote on him rather than the totally scary boss of Team Skull he was. You did not even care about how huffy he was as you tenderly took care of the numerous scratches on his arm. They were certainly less severe than his usual injuries, but you doted on them all the same. A bandage was carefully wrapped around his arm as he sighed. He felt embarrassed that this had happened at all.

□ “Guzma,” you said firmly, “What did you do?” You cupped his cheeks and pressed them together, really making him feel like a child. His frown was intense, but his glare no longer had any effect on you. Big, bad Guzma had already been observed by you to be secretly way too soft to be anything near a threat. He bit his tongue. It was completely humiliating to tell you what had happened. Your pressing intensified.

□ “I… I was trying to mess with Nanu's Meowths,” he admitted shamefully, “They, uh, fought back.” You freed his cheeks from your hold to let out a laugh. Yeah, that would explain it and why he tried to hide it. Honestly, the Meowths were just the first of it. The Kahuna would not be happy to learn that Guzma had upset his precious felines. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you hugged him tightly, too. Guzma felt a bit more relieved to have told you but utterly deflated by your laughter. Then again, he would admit it was a bit funny that he had come to you with worse injuries but tried to hide cat scratches. Well, he enjoyed the hug and kiss, at least.

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bunniesbearsandadventures · 18 days

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Look I know that this has been pointed out before but I just love and absolutely want to kiss and hold and hug all the versions of Guzma. Like they are all so different and wild and I love them for that.

Like on one spectrum we get Anime Guzma:

•A bit intimidating

•Not enough screen time (please I need more)

•Swagger

•Hot and Sassy

•Takes crap from no one

•Will verbally bully you

•But kinda a softy

•Cares for his team

•Much Love Much tough

Then we have Game Guzma:

•The first Boi

•Big Man

•Boss man who will beat you down

•The OG

•Swagger even more

•Beatboxing intensifies

•FIGHT

•FIGHT ME

•Is everywhere

•Is everywhere just to fight you

•But does see his errors

•Will try to do better

•Wanna hug him

•Absolutely hug him

•He needs it

And then we have Manga Guzma:

•Bro

•Bro chill please

•I love you but please

•If you FUCK up you gotta hide bro

•Mans like: Not only will I beat your ass till next week but I will eat GLASS because of this. Do you want me to eat glass?!?! Because I will eat glass and it be your fault.

•Baby please its gonna be okay

•Go easy

•Tough man takes no shit from no one

•probably the closest to being Gangsta then all the others

•And yes I do love him for it

Anyways did I tell you I love them. Because I love Guzma!

🖤🪲☠️🎧🖤🪲☠️🎧🖤🪲☠️🎧🖤🪲☠️🎧

#random #just completley random #pokemon team skull #team skull pokemon #pokemon #guzma x me #guzma thoughts #guzma love #guzma #guzma anime #guzma manga #guzma game #guzma pokemon #guzma gif #pokemon ulsu #pokemon sun and moon

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muntsberg · 1 year

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(📼) — it's your boy guzma! ☆★

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r0-boat · 1 year

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Since requests are open maybe Bull Guzma stuff? Sfw/nsfw works,

This ask made me realize I never actually wrote headcanons for Guzbull.

Bull farm Guzma

Sfw

Before he came to the farm, he was the leader of his own hea

rd of wild bull men that would cause massive trouble to the nearby towns. Even taking over an entire Village at one point.

This group of Monsters has since disbanded after a nameless farmhand successfully overthrew their leader. they say the leader of this Troublesome heard has retired the same Farm after he fell for the farmhand.

He calls members of his old herd The Boys. They gather together in the abandoned Barn every Friday night for some human poker or sparring.

Guzma is a valuable member of the farm hand protection Squad. he is a lot bigger than most Bulls so they tend to stay away. Guzma is a brutal bull to work with. Your boss even admits that he has a hard time with Guzma, but with you, he seems so gentle and sweet; you see how he had butts and spars with other bull men/cows but with you he treats you like glass.

Guzma doesn't seem to want from you when he follows you around, in fact the slightest touch from your soft hand has his face turning red as he grumbles about how you treat him like a baby, he argues and protests with every touch or compliment you give him but his eyes seem to gleam when he sees you smile.

Guzma doesn't talk to you much he just sits there and watches you work, but oh boy does he talk all about you to his Boys. He cannot shut up about you.

Guzma is old school; to claim someone as a mate, you must prove your strength and fight off suitors.

Guzma has a hard time explaining his emotions with words or displays of affection

Nsfw

Guzma it's just as gentle with you in bed as he is with you normally, in fact maybe even more gentle.

He just loves how big he is compared to you, humans are more fragile than Bulls one wrong move and he could break you, your body Underneath Him nuzzling into his arms wrapping your legs around him, the warm heat of your sex just inches below his. The thought alone makes his cock pulsate.

Even though he wants to drill you into the ground until you become nothing but a cum drunk whore, he knows he could never harm you. however he folds easily at your begging and your whimpering. Growling mooing and clawing as he pounds into your tight human hole.

Guzma hates being milked by hand or by machine; he'd rather feel the ache of his balls being full than feel something that isn't your hole or spilling all over you.

With a wide smirk, he takes you in your own bed, the bed creaking underneath his weight, caring little of what the farmer, your boss, would think, claiming you like a beast, covering you in his scent and Seed, emptying his balls deep inside of you

Nothing drives him more crazy than when you grab his horns, even keeps them nice and clean for your hands to grab and tug.

He practically creams when he feels your teeth sink into his shoulder, you marked them as your mate, your mate, he's going crazy speeding up his thrusts marking you back.

But nothing beats when you ride him, cute tiny farmhand human, hands where they belong on his Ivory horns, drool dripping from his mouth as he grips the grass, humping and bugging up into you every time you slam back down onto his hips, his gray eyes clouded with lust as he encourages you to milk him more.

#smut #guzma x reader #pokemon x reader smut #Pokemon guzma #pokemon reader insert #Guzbull #bullfarmau #pokemon guzma smut #skull boss guzma #team skull guzma #pokemon imagines #reader insert #Headcanons #Guzma headcanons #monster boys #bull boys

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malereadermaniac · 9 months

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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...

MINORS & FEM READERS DNI

Smut warnings: Rimming, fingering, excessive spit play, mentions of sweat and musk

"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...

#gay #male reader #fanfic #x male reader #gay smut #smut #guzma pokemon #guzma x reader #guzma x male reader #male reader smut #x male reader smut

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yaboyhoney · 1 year

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Guzma x reader who has allot of tattoos on their body and a bunch of face piercings (septum, snake bites eyebrow pierced etc) nsfw or sfw doesn’t really matter

Guzma x Tattooed/Pierced Reader

Guzma sometimes gets a little itch, the kind where only getting a piercing or a tattoo can fix. After everything that happened in Alola, he wants a pick me up. As bad as he proclaims to be, he oddly doesn't go for drugs or drinks, though the urge is still there.

There's only one shop in all of Alola to get piercings and tattoos, which would be your shop. When he comes in, he's rather surprised to see you.

The last time you saw Guzma, you were an apprentice. You didn't have any piercings and tattoos at that time. But now?

You're wearing a crop top that shows off your arms. You're tattooed just about everywhere but your pretty handsome face. But on your face is where all of your piercings are. You've got a nose bridge, a double pierced eyebrow and a nose ring. Your ears are the most pierced but you also have a belly piercing as well.

Guzma didn't pay attention to you the first time he saw you but now? He can't take his eyes off you. You just look so cool! So punk and handsome!

Guzma tries to play it cool, play his cards right, and maybe get your number at the end.

Turns out he's gotta wait in line though. One of his team skull grunts got ahead of him and was getting something tattooed on their spine. You were just having a small break before you went back to work. Guzma asks if he can watch.

When you get down to it, tattooing the back of this grunt, you both stay quiet. But the guy you were tattooing lets out a shaky breath before groaning in pain, clenching his fist. You tell him, in your deep husky voice, "Good boy," and Guzma just about loses it.

He comes to find out that maaybe he's got a thing for praise. Maybe you can call him that too?

#guzma x reader #male reader #tattooed reader #pierced reader #pokemon x reader #my writing

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What would it be like for the Pokemon villains to live with each other for months?

Oh, boy, these are always great! So, here’s the scenario: due to some sort of mad science gone wrong, Giovanni’s mansion has been teleported onto a desert island along with all the Pokémon villains. Estimated time before Colress (whose fault this is, naturally) can get them back: three months. This is not gonna be a fun time for most of them.

Giovanni: It’s his house, his rules, and his responsibility to keep these idiots from killing each other or going insane. One such method of establishing some familiarity between them is that twice a week, one member of the group has to spend the evening teaching the group about a skill or subject. He also set up a “scream room” where a person can vent their frustrations to a camera and/or hit punching bags, or a pair can go to physically fight and/or yell at each other. It has thick walls and a schedule. He is so ready for this to be over.

Archie: is hands-down the most popular person there. Lusamine relies on him. N and Guzma like him. He’s good company, good in the kitchen, and just generally is making the best of this. Before the end of the three months, he and Maxie have broken up, reconciled, and gotten back together thrice, used the scream room for couples disputes eight times, and many of the other villains are calling their relationship “the soap opera.”

Maxie: The stress of the situation is grating on him. Alternates between being annoyed with how freakishly well Archie is handling this and being glad he has him. During their “on” periods, he’s also happy to be Archie’s safe haven (even Archie finds this place kind of crazy). Helps out in the lab where he can and spends a good deal of time outside to help keep his sanity. This does not always work. Frequent user of the scream room.

Cyrus: This place is chaotic. These people are idiotic. This may be the most unpleasant place he’s been in his adult life. Spends a great deal of time in the lab, either on his own or with Colress, in attempt to expedite things. If he isn’t there, he’s probably cloistered somewhere he won’t be found. Avoids Lusamine and Ghetsis like the plague. By the end of the twelve weeks, he has a reputation as the resident cryptid and the others have figured out that he can be goaded into extra chores or work tasks if it means he can skip group activity.

Volo: this is the time of his life. Everyone there that has researched a legendary, owned a legendary, met a legendary, or been within twenty feet of a legendary is getting interviewed at least once but probably several times by him. Some love it, at least at first. Some want him to shut up and take a long walk off a short pier. He’s trying to be pleasant, but ultimately if he’s interested in more information, he’s getting it from you. Maybe he’ll give you a gift for your trouble afterwards.

Ghetsis: After his first “I hate N” speech, much of the house became… less than favourable towards him. He and Guzma are no longer allowed to be alone in the same room after an incident left them both needing medical attention. Cyrus is no longer allowed to fix everyone's coffee after he dumped salt in Ghetsis’ twice. And there are several other rules made to essentially grant him protective custody. Generally speaking, Ghetsis is a terrible roommate who expects everyone else to cater to him. He’s earned almost everyone’s ire by the end of their stay, to the point where Giovanni was tempted to lift the rules meant to protect him. Frequently uses the scream room for rambles about N and complaints about the others. Absolutely horrified by the effect this event is having on N.

N: After Ghetsis’ first “I hate N” speech, he suddenly acquired two new dads (Archie and Maxie) and two new brothers (Guzma and Piers). Even Giovanni has become protective of him and has given him a talk on how Ghetsis is using him and nothing he’s said is true. The group activities are helping to broaden his very narrow horizons, he’s meeting lots of new people (even if a lot of them are various shades of evil) and he can always slip off into the woods if he wants to be alone. He’s having a great time. He understands the frustrations of others, but honestly he’s more worried about returning to his old life- sadly, this is a big improvement to it.

Colress: since he’s charismatic and more importantly their ticket out, the others treat him nicely even though he put them in this situation. Uses this period to look for a safety net for if he’s ever in need of a place to go post-Team Plasma. Gets into Lusamine’s, Lysandre’s, and Cyrus’ good graces and spends a good deal of time attempting to get to know them better to decide which he’d prefer. Lusamine is glad to have an ally. Lysandre likes him just fine. Cyrus thinks he’d be a good addition to Team Galactic but also wishes he and Volo would go pester each other and leave him alone.

Lysandre: there’s no sense panicking over this. Is polite to everyone and doesn’t talk about the unworthiness of the poor unless it’s with someone he’s sure will agree with him. Attempts to do some networking, and get himself some trade partners and allies with the assorted wealthy people there. He’s generally decent company even though he can’t wait to get away from some of these peasants. *coughGuzmacough*

Guzma: He trusts Plumeria to hold down the fort in his absence, so this is just a luxury vacation if you think about it. Plus, he gets to meet his favourite Galarian musician. He’s the reason behind a lot of Giovanni’s rules (take your physical fights outside or to the scream room, stop leaving your dirty socks everywhere, no loud music after 11 pm, and for the love of God your goliscopod cannot fix his own breakfast, get him out of the kitchen). Attempts to teach the group breakdancing when it’s his turn to teach, disregarding that most of the group would injure themselves trying to do that. Gets on everyone’s nerves by showing no one the reverence they think they’re owed, which he’s proud of. Spends time with Piers, tries to teach N how to live, and avoids Lusamine like the plague.

Lusamine: was separated from nihilego when she ended up there. The nihilego poison withdrawals were terrible at first, causing her to have wild mood swings and erratic behaviour. A few of the others (especially Archie) are able to help her through it, and within a few weeks, she was feeling clearer-headed than she had since she met nihilego. Even after that, though, she struggles to connect with the other villains due to the bad first impression. She’s anxious to get home, patch things up with her children, and undo her ills. It’s not a fun time for her.

Rose: Oleana is able to handle everything while he’s away, so once he’s come to terms with the fact that he’s surrounded by evil people with no way to do anything about it, he basically treats it like a vacation and is very go-with-the-flow about it. Generally one of the more popular and liked people there, a lot of people come to him to feel like they're talking to someone sane for once. Tries to recruit N as a new potential champion multiple times only to have one of his new fathers or big brothers guide him away.

Piers: spends a lot of time alone, playing music and worrying over how Spikemuth and his little sister are coping with his sudden absence. Also spends time with Guzma, who is a big fan of his music, and N, who is a nice kid and clearly needed the support. Wonders what the hell he did to end up here with all these evildoers.

Penny: After the initial panic wore off, she’s content to just sit back, be unnoticeable and take as many pictures, videos and notes as she can. Her friends, the true crime fandom, and the international police might call it fake, but you never know, and she’s going to have so many stories to tell.

#pokemon #rocket boss giovanni #magma boss maxie #aqua boss archie #galactic boss cyrus #volo #plasma leader ghetsis #pokemon n #colress #flare boss lysandre #lusamine #skull boss guzma #chairman rose #gym leader piers #penny #pokemon villains #thanks for the ask

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