Yo everybody I know Iâve been gone for a good while but Iâm back now and I am opening my Inbox! That means you can request your favorite Yuuri boi and I will make it! I have finally gotten out of writers block and want to make content for my small and growing community!
~Request~
Iâm not a fully NSFW account so no fully blown NSFW but I will write something suggestive.
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Thatâs pretty much it so please donât be afraid to ask and let the creativity Flow!
og idea post here
also shoutout @danispaddedroom for their drawing of the idea (i died when i saw it i love it sm)
word count: 8k (jesus christ)
not proofread yet, just running off vibes atp.
p.s.- this is my first time ever posting a fic I've made so yaaaaaay
(nsfw ahead, minors please dni)
You don't know exactly how long you've been keeping track of your dreams, but it's been long enough to where you're on your 3rd journal now. Every dream and every nightmare you've had are written in those journals. It's become a crucial part of your morning routine. Every morning when you wake up, your hand goes straight to the spot on your nightstand where you left the journal last and write as much as you remember from your dream state.
  The dreams you have kinda have a recurring theme. Most of the time, it's memories of past journeys playing in your head, having fun with your Pokemon, or the occasional strange dream that just makes zero sense to you. As of lately however, there's been a certain type of dream that's been reoccurring. Dreams of someone. Dreams of him.Â
  You've known Guzma for a while now, and you'd like to think the two of you have grown a pretty strong friendship together. I mean, you trust him so much to the point that you even gave him a key to your place (which you originally said âwas for emergenciesâ but he uses it whenever he pleases just to hang outâŠwhich you definitely don't mind). You fell hard for Guzma. He was so stupidly charming it drove you crazy. Sometimes, he would say something so casually smooth to you that you couldn't help but turn red in the face. It was hard not to have feelings for him, but were they reciprocated? You honestly didn't want to get your hopes up judging by your track record of pretty unsuccessful relationships, but that didn't stop you from hoping at least a little bit. Did all those comments mean something, or was it just his personality?
  This crush has just been eating away at you for so longâŠso long to the point that he started showing up in your carefully documented dreams. At first, they started out pretty tame. Going out to dinner with him, cuddling on your couch while watching a movie, slow dancing to soft music together, all that real lovey-dovey action. But then the energy started shifting. Your dreams about him started getting more heated. You and Guzma exchanging long, passionate kisses in the dim light of your bedroom, his lips slowly kissing down your neck, hands wandering your body, squeezing softly at your soft parts, to him slowly leaning you back onto your bed and situating himself between your legs and his lips going lowerâŠ
and lowerâŠ
and looowweeerrâŠ
until you woke up, feeling hot and bothered after what just happened while you were asleep. Has your crush on this dude really gotten this bad? You look over to the journal sitting on the nightstand next to you, debating whether you should actually write down what you just dealt with. You sigh to yourself. âArceus, I can't believe I'm actually going to write this.â, you say under your breath as you reach for the journal and open it to the next available page. You click the pen that was attached to the book a few times, both out of habit and out of the looming feeling of anxiety you have for what you're about to write. It feels soâŠstrange to write something like this. Youâve never even had sex! The dream felt so vivid. So real to you. You missed it. If you were going to choose who you would want your first time to be with, you decided that morning it was Guzma.Â
  After that, you had quite a few more dreams about Guzma, each one getting more and more explicit against your will. You couldn't help it! It definitely didn't help that Guzma started figuring out your schedule and would always come over to your house whenever you were home. He definitely wasn't subtle about it. You get home from a training session, he just so happens to be in town wanting to hang out. Just coming back from your daily walk? He's showing up at your door a few minutes after you get back. Is he just waiting a little bit down the road from your apartment to see you walk in and then wait a few minutes before he goes to your door? Most of the time, yes! Sure it might come off as a little stalker-ish, but he just doesn't want you to think he's been waiting for you to get home so he can see you. That would ruin his âbad boyâ reputation.
  After attending to your normal daily to do list, you noticed that you were running low on groceries a little bit earlier than you intended. Typically, you went and got your groceries on a certain day of the week, and you were pretty consistent with that. However after looking at the state of your fridge and noticing that your Pokemonâs food was getting low, you decided you needed to take a quick off-schedule grocery run. You quickly leave your apartment and head that way.Â
  As you're about to head into the store, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You take it out to see that you got a text from Guzma.
guz đ€: hey wya?Â
I thought you were home today?
  You can't help but blush a little at his message. Pathetic behavior, I know, but the idea of him caring about you enough to where he's wondering why you aren't home when you typically are at this time makes your heart flutter a bit. Maybe your standards are too low?
you: I'm actually about to head into the store rn to get some groceries!Â
I really didn't plan accordingly this week đ
guz đ€: yeah i can tellÂ
the half empty pack of shredded cheese next to the bottle of mustard looks pretty sadÂ
  How tf did heâŠwas he in your house right now? You didn't mind it of course, but now you kinda felt bad. You didn't want him to end up leaving only to come back later, that would be excessive.
you: Well since you're already inside, you can just chill until I get back!Â
I won't be too long :)
guz đ€: fine by me.Â
already claimed the couch đ
 Typical.
you: Of course you did đ
Just make yourself comfy until I get back
You can stay for dinner tonight if you wantâŠ
guz đ€: already planned on it babygirl
  That god damn nickname. It makes you scream internally every time. He only started really saying it shortly after he started coming over to your place so often. It just flowed so easily off his tongue that it just felt so natural. Like he was meant to be saying it to you. He'd say it so playfully that you couldn't tell if he was saying it to mess with you, or if he actually meant it. Or maybe that's the insecurity talking? Either way, it felt so good to hear him say it. He's been playfully flirty with you before, and god it never gets old. It gets you so flustered every time, and maybe that's why he does it in the first place. Guzma looooves seeing you get all flustered by his flirting. He loves watching how red your face gets when he calls you babygirl, or how nervous you get when he stares at you a little too long.Â
  Before your brain starts drifting off into your fantasies again, you quickly head inside the store to get your shopping done as fast as possible. You really didn't want to keep him waiting.
  Guzma was already bored not even 2 minutes after you sent him that last text. What was the point of chilling on your couch if you weren't right there with him, yapping his head off about the events of your day. Guzma groans a bit as he slides himself off your couch to stand up. He didn't really have a rhyme or reason to be standing up, but he didn't want to just sit and scroll on his phone for however long it took for you to get back. Guzma finds himself wandering around your living space. It's not super big by any means, but you really made it into a comfortable space. From the decorations, to the memorabilia, this place radiated your energy and warmth. It made Guzma feel calm, and most importantly, it made him feel safe. He truly felt safe with you.Â
  He's not one for the whole crushes and relationships deal, but after a while of knowing you and hanging out with you, oh boy he fell hard just like you. At first, he was beating himself up about it. There's no way someone like you would ever like someone like him. He was an outcast. He couldn't help but think that you only kept him around because you saw him as a charity case. It ate him up inside for so long, until Plumeria started noticing something was up with him.
  âYou're never this quiet.â Plumeria said, sitting next to Guzma on his bed after he didn't come downstairs to eat that morning. âWhat's up with you? The grunts keep sayinâ you're acting strange.â.
  âIt's nothing.â Guzma sighs out. He doesn't necessarily want to spill that he's been thinking about you a little toooooo much to the point where he just can't take it anymore.
  âBullshit.â she says with a laugh. âI know you better than anyone in this place. There's obviously something on your mind so just spill it dude.â. Plumeria notices the look on Guzma's face. He looksâŠworried? âHey,â she says, Guzma turning his head slightly to look at her, âwhat's going on? If youâre worried I'm gonna judge, I won't. Trust me.â.
  Guzma pauses for a second and takes a deep breath. Shortly after he exhales, he says lowly âI don't know what to do.â.
  Plumeria looks at him for a second, trying to analyze his face to hopefully get a better answer than that. âWhat do you mean by that?â
  âI mean it literally. I don't know what to do. I feel likeâŠâ Guzma stops for a second before he groans and lays back on his bed. âHow do I deal with the fact that I have feelings for someone who's too good for me.â. Guzma says this before really even realizing he said it. As soon as he hears Plumeriaâs excited gasp, he's turning over onto his stomach, head in his pillow, groaning loudly knowing that heâll never hear the end of this now.
  âDoes the big, bad, boss man have a huge crush on someone?â, Plumeria giggles teasingly at him. âI didn't know you had it in ya.â. âI didn't mean for it to happenâŠâ Guzma said, voice muffled by the pillow covering his face.Â
  âWait!â, Plumeria exclaims, âis it who I think it is?â. She's now looking at Guzma, expecting some sort of confirmation that it's you that he's crushing over. Sheâs been picking up hints here and there, but the two of you have been farthest from subtle with your feelings for each other. Plumeria can literally see how two look at each other, the way Guzmaâs eyes light up whenever he looks at you, how your cheeks get suspiciously red every time Guzma gets close to you, you two just canât get enough of each other!
  â...is it that obvious?â Guzma finally says, his head now to the side on his pillow. âI canât get her out of my head. I think of them more than Iâd like to admit.â. He now lays on his back, arms crossed on his chest, staring up at the ceiling. Plumeria sighs lightly before she speaks to him. âI really donât think you need to worry too much about it. The two of you are really close, and câmon, itâs obvious they really care about you Guz.â.Â
  Plumeria gets up from his bed and walks to the other side of the room. She finds his Team Skull jacket and tosses it across the room, to where it lands on his face. âCâmon. Get up and stop moping around. We can talk more about this after you eat something.â. Guzma begrudgingly gets up from his bed, âDo we really have to talk about my love life right nowâŠâ. âYes we do, and because Iâm so nice, I will give you advice to go bag your baddie.â Guzma groans when Plumeria says that. Heâs definitely never going to hear the end of it.
    Fast forward to now, his feelings have only gotten stronger with time. Now, he's walking around your living space, looking at all the decor you have put up. Even though he's been here so many times, he really hasn't truly looked at everything you have on display. Guzma walks on over to the bookshelf closest to your living room. His eyes move over the spines of the books you have out, reading all the titles and authors names. He also notices that you have some of your gym badges displayed on the same shelf. Even though he's embarrassed to admit it, your battling ability is one of the things he finds SO attractive about you. Every time you beat someone's ass in a battle (even his own), he can't help but think you're so damn hot.
  Guzma starts wandering over to the one hallway in your small apartment to look at the pictures you had displayed on your wall. Most pictures of family, your Pokemon, and your friends you made here in Aloha. He walks down the hallway a little more and notices a small frame on the wall holding a photo booth strip. It was of him and you. Guzma has never really been one to like pictures being taken of him, but when you two came across a photo booth near the shopping center and you practically begged him to take some pictures with you, how could he say no to you? He had no idea you cherished the memory so much that you had it framed and put on your wall! He couldn't help but feel a bit giddy at the discovery. After all, he kept that same strip of photos in his wallet.
  He makes it to the end of the hallway and stops in front of your doorway. You always kept your bedroom door open when you weren't home. Since you lived alone, it didn't seem like a big deal. While standing in the doorway, Guzma starts looking at the decor of your bedroom. It very much showcases your personality, and he loves it. Your room definitely seemed like a safe haven to you, how comfy and cozy the vibe of it is. Guzma slowly starts to walk into your room, looking at more shelves, posters, even the clothes you told yourself you were gonna fold last night but totally didn't. He keeps wandering your room until he stops in front of your nightstand, looking curiously at the book that is laid on top of it with âDream Journalâ written in your handwriting on the cover.Â
  He knows better than to look through someone's private journal, I mean he did learn the hard way with Plumeria when she caught him snooping through her own journal. Did he learn his lesson though? Obviously not, because here he is, sitting himself on the edge of your bed, grabbing your journal off the nightstand and opening it to the first page. In his defense, he's not really reading much, mostly just skimming through it for the fun of it. UntilâŠ
  He sees his name at the top of one of the pages. He immediately stops swiping through the pages and settles on this one. Could this help him get a glimpse of how you really feel about him? He let his curiosity get the best of him and started reading the page. It started out tameâŠ
  âI had another dream about him last night. I always like it when he shows up in my dreams. Those end up being the best ones. I know he probably wouldn't be caught dead holding my hand, or slow dancing with me, but hey, a girl can dream right? (haha see what I did there?).
  This dream thoughâŠwas a bit different than the other onesâŠâ
  Youâve had dreams about him before? Was he good in them? I mean, it seemed like it, but why did you think he wouldn't want to do those things with you? Did you really not see how great you were? Did you really think you weren't worthy of that type of love from him? Before he started asking himself more questions, he read further in the page.
  âThis dream started out like most of the other ones with him, at my place, sitting on the couch together. But instead of the couch, we were both sitting on the edge of my bed. I don't know what happened or how it led up to that point, but there we were.â
  In her bedroom? Sure, Guzma may have popped into your room a few times before, but the two of you never hung out there. That was your private space and he respected that! (even though he's in there right now reading your journal but eh whatever.)
  âThe lights were dim. I felt so nervous, but I didn't know why. We were sitting side-by-side on my bed. I guess my leg was bouncing up and down from my nervousness because all the sudden, Guzma laid his hand on my thigh, looking down at me with soft eyes, a way I've only seen in my dreams.
  With one hand on my thigh, he brings up his other hand to cup my cheek, making me look at him more directly. âYouâre so beautiful.â is what he said to me before he leaned in for a kiss. This kiss though, was not like any of the other ones I dreamt of. This one was burning. Passionate, like he's been needing this kiss for so long.Â
  Fast forward to him gently laying me back on my bed, situating himself on top of me. Fuck, it was an erotic sight. Seeing him all hot and bothered, panting as he sits on his knees between my legs, looking at me with lustful eyes. I've never experienced anything like this. Ever. I didn't really know what to expect, but Arceus, this dream has really made me yearn for something I probably won't have any time soon.
  Cut to Guzma now leaning on top of me. I can feel his warm breath on my cheek as he leans down to my ear and says âDo you want this babygirl?â.â
  Guzma continues reading the page in its entirety, his face getting more and more red as he continues. He couldn't help but feel a little turned on about this dream you had of him. Of all the people, you had this dream about him! If Guzma was waiting on any confirmation that you liked him back, this definitely did it. You described the events of this dream in deep detail. Where his kisses landed on your body, how he kept hitting all those deep spots inside you, the positions, how his mouth felt as he ate you out, all the dirty juicy details. He ended up finding the other pages you wrote about him, and they only got more explicit as they went on. Damn, who knew you were this dirty minded?Â
  Guzma eventually closes the journal, deciding that he's read enough. He can't hide his feelings from you anymore, especially after reading what he just read. But how was he going to tell you? How could he subtly be like âOh hey I read your sexual fantasies about me in your journal and I assume that means you like me too?â.Â
  Suddenly, he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. Pulling it out, he sees it's a text from you.
y/n đ: Hey Iâm in line to check out, so I'll be home soon!
I shouldn't be too long :)
  Guzma smiles to himself as he reads your text. He really can't wait to see you now.
  Finally, you make it home. With your grocery bags in hand, you finagle your front door open and walk inside. âI'm back!â You say out loud, flipping your head in the direction of Guzma on your couch. âWelcome back. Took ya long enough.â Guzma says, facing the TV that's playing some random nature show. It was the first thing that popped up so he didn't bother to change it. He had other things on his mind to worry about. You rolled your eyes at Guzma's sarcastic comment, âI wasn't even gone an hour! That's like record time for me!â You laugh out.Â
  You start putting away your groceries in the fridge and pantry. Normally, Guzma would offer to help put them away, but this time he didnât. It was a bit strange to you, but it wasnât a big deal, there wasnât much to put up anyway. Now finished putting away the last bit of groceries, you start walking over to your couch where Guzma resides. âI was thinking of making something simple tonight, but if you have any suggestions please feel free to-â your voice trails off when you see what is on the coffee table. Youâre now standing next to your couch, eyes wide as you notice your dream journal on display. Did you accidentally put it there this morning and forgot to return it back to your room? You start freaking out internally, really hoping that you just left it there and that it wasnât tampered with. Bad scenarios start flooding your mind. Did he read it? Does he hate you now? Is that why he didnât help you with groceries? Is he grossed out by you now?Â
  You pulled together the courage to look at Guzma, only slightly, to see that he has a big, smug grin plastered across his face. âWhatâs wrong sweetheart?â Guzma says, cocky as all get out. âYou look like youâve seen a ghost.â. You try to get a response out without stuttering, âI- um- I mean- everythingâsâŠfine!â you say, sounding a bit too cheery, trying to mask the anxiety looming over you. âYou sure?â Guzma says, his voice going a little lower than normal, arm now stretched out on the back of your couch, looking at you with that intoxicating grin, âI can read you like a book yaâ know? Canât hide from me.â.
  You donât respond. You just stand there, scared. Scared of what bomb heâs going to drop on you. You see him stand up from the couch. Shit, heâs going to leave isnât he? Heâs going to leave and never come back. God, why did you write those dreams in your journal? How could you-
  Your thoughts stop for a second when you see that Guzma didnât get up and leave, but got up and stood in front of you instead, looking down at you with his arms crossed. You care bear to look at his face, you honestly might cry if you do. âYou can talk to me, Y/Nâ Guzma says softly, almost like he can tell youâre two seconds away from just crying your eyes out. âWhat do you think I need to talk about?â you mumble, hoping that this was about something completely different, not the fact you wrote down your wet dreams youâve had about him. âWell first off, I need you to look at me when I talk to you, ok?â he says, not harshly, but grounding.Â
  After a beat, you look up at him, trying to ignore the fact that your eyes are glistening with anticipatory tears. Guzma tilts his head at you, still smiling at you, âThere you areâŠâ he reaches up to move your hair out of your face, âgood girl.â.
  Woah. He has never called you that before. No oneâs ever called you that, but coming out of Guzmaâs mouth, you really want to be called that more. Guzma's hand settles on your shoulder, rubbing back and forth with his thumb. âI can tell you got something on your mind, sweetheart. Why donât you tell me whatâs going on, yeah?â he moves slightly closer to you, you step back out of habit, getting closer to the wall behind you. Your face is red now, you can feel the heat radiating off it. Was it his proximity to you? Was it the names he was calling you, or maybe even the way he was looking at you right now, smug, but soft in a way he only shows.
  âI donât want you to hate meâŠor be grossed out by me.â your voice starts trembling as you speak, unable to hold back that fear now. âNow, why would I hate you? I could never hate you, and I couldnât be grossed out by you either.â Guzmaâs hand squeezes your shoulder a bit. âBecause obviously something happened while I was gone. Youâre acting all weird now.â you say, trying so hard to look at him without either crying or getting aroused. âIâm acting weird?â Guzma mockingly offended, âyouâre the one who turned pale when you saw that book on your table.â he gets closer, now slowly backing you up onto the wall behind you.
  Fuck.
  âI donât know what youâre talking about Guzma.â you try and play it off, but he knows you better than that. âI think you know-â your back now touches the wall, his hand that was squeezing your shoulder is now pinning you against said wall, â-exactly what Iâm talking about Y/N.â You two are so close now, your chests almost touching. Guzma brings his unoccupied hand to hold your chin, bringing your gaze to his. You see his eyes, his pupils blown wide, filled with desire. You can almost feel the heat radiating off of him. âTell me Y/NâŠâ his face moves closer to yours, bringing his lips to your ear and whispering âhow long have you had such a dirty mind? How long have you needed me that badly baby?â.
  You canât help but whimper at that, and Guzma loves what heâs hearing. âI- I donât know if I should say-â you get out before Guzma speaks, now looking you directly in the eyes, âDonât hide from me, sweet thing. Youâre not alone in this.â. Your eyes instinctively flicker down to his lips, you need to kiss him so badly. This whole interaction so far has left you needing more. More of him.
  Guzmaâs own eyes travel to your lips. He leans forward, noses almost touching, and whispers âDo you really want me to be your first?â. His eyes are steady on you, waiting for any indication of a response. Your breath is getting heavier with need. This is it. This is the big moment youâve been wanting for god knows how long now. You finally nod your head, maybe a little too eagerly, but Guzma doesnât do anything, not yet. âI need a verbal response from you babe.â Guzma leans closer, you can feel his warm breath tickling your lips. âYesâŠyes I really want you to be my first Guz.â.
  That was all that Guzma needed before he pulled you into a heated kiss. His hand that was on your chin is now on the back of your head, pushing you to him, while the hand that was pinning you down is now traveling down your body to land on your waist, squeezing, but not too hard. One of your arms lands around his neck, while another grips the front off his shirt, leaning into the kiss. Pushing you into the wall, Guzma moves one of his legs in between your thighs. You feel his tongue graze your bottom, asking nicely to be let in. You open your mouth for him, and he doesnât hold back. Guzma moans into the kiss, gripping the back of your hair slightly, making your knees weak, settling on his thigh between your legs.
  Guzma now moves both hands to your hips, holding you up as much as he can. Both your arms are around his neck when you two break from your makeout sesh, the two of you practically panting. Guzma squeezes your hips, âFuck babyâŠyou have no idea how long Iâve been needing to kiss you like that.â, starting to pepper kisses across your face, making you giggle sweetly. His kisses travel to your jaw and down your neck, starting to nip at the side of your neck as you moan, leaving marks that will definitely show tomorrow. He starts to bite and suck on the sensitive part of your neck, causing your hips to jerk forward, grinding you down on his thigh. A moan left your lips, a bit louder than you intended, and you cover your mouth out of embarrassment. âDonât you dare cover your mouth, baby.â Guzma says, grabbing your wrist and pinning it against the wall, âI wanna hear every little sound that comes out of that dirty mouth of yours.â. He grips tighter on your waist and starts moving you up and down to grind on his leg, making you moan more and more. He muffles your moans with another kiss, more rough and passionate than the one before.
  âGuzmaâŠâ you huff out, breaking from the kids. âWhat is it, pretty girl?â Guzma replies, breathing heavily as he spoke. âIâŠreally like you, Guzma. Like a lot.â Guzma looks at you confused, which makes you a bit nervous. âY/NâŠI appreciate you saying that. I really do,â he lets out a breathy laugh, âbut I think I already had an idea.â he grins at you, giggling at your blushed face. âI like you too, Y/N, if you can't already tell.â it's now your turn to grin and laugh. The two of you just remain in each other's arms for a second, breathing in each other's air. It's almost comforting, but your arousal is becoming hard to ignore.Â
  Without even really realizing it, you start to grind up on Guzma's leg again, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck to bring you closer to him. Guzma let's out a deep groan when your leg starts to rub up on the growing tent in his pants. He stops you mid movement, gripping your hips tight, look down at you with lustful eyes.Â
  âIf we don't go in that bedroom in the next five seconds, I'm going to just start ripping your clothes off out here.â Guzma sputters out, eager to just take out. Your eyes wide at his eagerness, feeling a deeper heat pool below. Within seconds, you're grabbing Guzma's hand and dragging him to your bedroom, throwing him inside, and closing the door behind you. Once you turn around from closing the door, Guzma is right there in front of you, grabbing the backs of your thighs and picking you up, holding you against the closed door, leaving more marks on your neck and collar bone. âI'm gonna make you mine tonight, sweetheart. Would you like that?â he says smugly, looking up at you while still in his strong grasp. You bite your bottom lip and nod, âYes. Please Guzma, I need you so bad.â
  Guzma spins around with you still in his arms, bringing you to drop down onto your bed. You back yourself up on your bed towards your pillows, looking at Guzma, who's staring down at you from the end of your bed. âFuck baby⊠I can't wait to make you feel good.â he breathes out, taking off his jacket and shirt and throwing them on the floor. Guzma isn't ripped by any means, but the soft, but strong build he has going on made you salivate. Fuck, he just kept getting more and more attractive tonight.Â
  Guzma leans down onto your bed, crawling up to you, leaving a chaste kiss on your forehead. He pulls back to look at you, his eyes filled with a more soft and pure form of love compared to the pure lust you've been seeing so far tonight. âY/N you're so fucking precious to me.â Guzma smiles softly at you, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, you lean into his touch. âI want to make you feel so good, sweetheart. I want to make sure you have a good first time, so please, if it ever becomes too much, tell me to stop and I will stop.â Guzma brings his forehead to rest on yours, taking a second to take some deep breaths.
  Admittedly, Guzma was nervous about taking your virginity. He didn't have a good first time, and that's the last thing he wants for you. He cares about you too much to just allow your first time to be poor, especially since you chose him. Out of all the people out there, you chose him to be your first, and hopefully, your only one.
  With your foreheads still resting together, Guzma's hands start to travel down to the hem of your shirt, tugging at it for approval. Once you give him the go ahead, he's slipping your shirt off of you and tosses it somewhere across the room. His hands slid up and down the side of your torso, taking in the sight of you in your bra. âShiiiiiittt, babeâŠâ he pushed you flatter onto your bed, Guzma now kneeling between your legs, while you lay down on your back with your head on a pillow, âyou're so beautiful. SoâŠfuckingâŠbeautiful Y/Nâ. Guzma brings his hands up to cup your breast still in the confines of your bra, squeezing them, not too hard, but just enough to make you squirm beneath him.Â
  âSo fucking softâŠso beautiful.â he mumbles lowly, moving his body closer to yours, his now fully-hard bulge pressed up against your still-clothed heat. He shutters at the contact, moving his arms around your back to unhook your bra. Once it's unhooked, he waits for you to take it off yourself. You grab the front of your now loose bra, pulling it off and tossing it to the side, letting your breast free. Guzma doesn't hesitate to lean forward and start kissing all around your chest. Kissing your collarbone, down to your sternum, all the while leaving more love bites for you.Â
  His lips travel to one of your breasts, his hand to the other, and kisses your nipple softly, looking up at you to sense any discomfort. When he sees you simply moan and bite your lip at the action, he leaves more kisses on there, slowly transitioning into sucking on your nipple while playing with the other one with his hand. You're now a whimpering mess, squirming, accidentally grinding up against his hard-on in the process.
  Guzma let's go of your breast and starts kissing down your body, making sure to give extra kisses to your tummy that he noticed you were covering up earlier when he took your shirt off. He's already so in love with your body, and he's only seen half of it. He just can't get enough. Greedy bastard.
  His kisses pass your navel now, going slower the closer he gets to the waistband of your pants. He looks up at you as he grabs the top of your waistband, waiting for your approval. âPleaseâŠâ you moan out, âplease Guzma I can't wait anymore. I need youâŠnowâ.
  Guzma practically yanks your pants off you, tossing them off the bed before settling in between your thighs. He notices the significant wet spot in your panties, leaning forward to press a kiss on your arousal. Your whole body shutters at the gesture, making you moan out his name. â Damn baby, you're already soaking for me.â Guzma's mouth travels to the waistband of your panties, gripping them with his teeth and pulling them down your legs.
  Now you are laid bare in front of him, so needy for all the attention he's about to give you. âSpread those legs for me, pretty girl.â, Guzma leans back down between your thighs, arms tucked under your legs and holding them. âI need to taste youâŠI need to taste you so fucking bad.â Guzma presses on more kiss on your pussy before licking from your entrance to your clit, his big nose pressing against your clit as he moved up. Guzma's now sucking on your clit, moaning into your pussy like it's the best things he's ever tasted, eating you out like you're his favorite meal.
  Your hand shoots to his head, gripping his hair as he goes down on you, which only makes him push his face more into your aroused cunt, pulling sounds out from you that you never knew you had. Guzma takes one of his hands off your thigh and brings it down to your entrance, attention still on your clit. He brings a finger to your entrance, teasing it, before slipping it into you slowly. âFuck, GuzmaâŠâ you moan out. âMmmm that's what I like to hear babygirl.â he says, head lifting up from your pussy before immediately head straight back down again, now pumping his finger in and out of you at a steady pace.
  You start to feel a new feeling deep in your stomach. Youâre starting to feel more sensitive to everything going on, your moans and groans now turning to pathetic whimpers. Guzma notices this and takes the opportunity to slip a second finger inside of you, starting out slow, but eventually getting faster. âDoes that feel good baby? Is your best friend making you feel just so good right now?â Guzma says in a low teasing tone. âY-yes, fuck G-gumza, it feels so good.â you whimper loudly, feeling something tighten in your stomach, begging to be released. âYou're getting so sensitive, baby.â Guzma's fingers pumping in and out of you at a faster pace, his lips going back to eating you out, âlet go for me pretty girl. Don't hold back, just let go for me, ok?â.
  You feel that tightened coil in your stomach snap, unable to hold back the lewd noises leaving your mouth and you meet your release, Guzma working you through it. Guzma just keeps going, licking about throughout your warm cunt, not wanting to move away. It isn't until you cry out from under him and tug his head away that he finally stops, his nose, lips, and chin glistening with your arousal. He finally pulls his fingers out, popping them into his mouth to lick them clean, causing you to moan at the sight.
  âYou taste so good, sweetheart.â Guzma says, leaning down to give you a kiss, you can taste yourself on his lips. âWhat do you want now baby? If you're too worn out now, we don't have to do anything else and that's ok. Tonight's about you, my love.â you smile up at Guzma as he says this. He's always been so sweet and considerate to you, but somehow, this felt different. He looked at you like you held up the moon and stars. You mean the world to him. You are his world.Â
  âIâŠwant more, if thatâs ok with you.â you say, eyes going down to the tent in his sweatpants. Guzma lets out a low laugh, âyou donât have to ask me twice, babe.â, backing up off the bed to pull down his pants and boxers. You try not to stare too much, but damn did you love what you saw. It was even better than what you imagined in your dream. You could tell he was painfully hard, precum leaking from his tip. He turns his attention back to you and you spread your legs for him, inviting him back in. âMy good girl is acting so slutty for me already? Arceus, youâre everything I could ever want.â Guzma comes back to the bed, kneeling between your legs again.
  âIâm going to start out slow, baby. Need to make sure your body is ready, ok?â Guzma has his hands on your spread legs, eager to just rail you stupid, but wants to make sure youâre not uncomfortable. He leans down to your face, his cock laying on your cunt, and gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek. âFuckâŠyou really are so beautiful Y/N. I canât believe you laid here in front of me like thisâŠâ Guzmaâs hands start to wander your body, softly grinding his hard cock against you, nudging your sensitive clit. âYou want me to fuck you, baby? You want me to rearrange your guts like how you wrote about in your journal?.â
  You whimper a response, grinding your hips with him, going the opposite direction of his dick. âSo needy for me, arenât you?â Guzma chuckles under his breath, âsuch a slutty girl. Who wouldâve thought?â. One of his hands spreads your leg, while another grips his cock, stroking it softly, pulling a muffled moan from him. Guzma brings his hard cock to your entrance, âIâm going to start pushing in, ok sweetheart? Lemme know if it gets too much.â, and starts pushing his tip in slowly. You mewl out a moan, already overwhelmed by the feeling. Guzma pushes his tip in and stops, allowing you to adjust. Your body feels tense from the pain of being stretched out, but it feels so good at the same time. âBreathe, baby. I got youâ Guzma says, bringing his hand that isnât on your hip to caress your cheek, âJust tell me when you want me to move.â. You take his advice and let go of the breath you didnât realize you were holding, settling into the slight stretch, leaning into the hand on your cheek, taking slow breaths.Â
  The way Guzma is looking at you is both insanely hot, and so comforting. Heâs trying so hard to make sure youâre comfortable, and that makes your heart swell. He didnât let many see this side of him, caring and attentive, but he wouldnât settle for less when it came to you. You loved him, regardless if he was a cocky asshole like he presents himself to be, or the sweet, loving man on his knees in front of you right now.
  âIâm ready.â you say, looking into Guzmaâs eyes, âplease move.â.Â
  Guzma pushes deeper inside of you slowly, a lewd moan slipping out of him. âFuck angel⊠you feel so goodâŠâ. Guzmaâs hands move up to your breasts, squeezing them as he pushes more into your wet cunt. The stretch is a bit painful, but the pleasure youâre feeling far surpasses that right now. Guzma finally bottoms out with a groan, your insides squeezing around his cock as your hips touch. âYou ok, baby? Is everything good?â god heâs being so attentive to you it makes you want to just flip him over and ride him until heâs the one whimpering here.
  âYeah, Iâm good, Guz.â you smile up at him, âThank you for this-â
   âDonât thank me yet, pretty girlâ Guzma leans a bit forward, landing on his forearms, planting them next to your head, his face close to yours once more, âIâm not done with you yet.â. Guzma pulls out of you slightly, and then pushes back in. A moan slips from your lips, which Guzma muffles with a kiss. Heâs now rocking back and forth at a slow, and steady pace, his own moans mixing with yours in your mouth.
  âFuuucckk GuzmaâŠâ you moan out, releasing from the heated kiss, âYou feel so goodâŠâ. Guzma leans back up, picking up the pace in his hips slightly, his hands now settling on your own hips. âYeah baby? The big, bad boss is making you feel good? How good do âya feel, sweetheart? Tell me.â he smiles, wide and cocky. He just knows youâre feeling as good as he is right now.
  âFeels so good, GuzmaâŠNgh- I- I love you, Guzma.â the confession slips out in a groan before you can stop it. Guzmaâs whole body freezes, taking his eyes off the rest of your body to bring them to yours, both of you wide eyed. âDoâŠdo you mean that, Y/N?â Guzmaâs voice is small, itâs like heâs all the sudden shy, scared of what you might say next.Â
  How could you not love him? He is the one, the only one, youâve wanted for so long. Everyday spent with him has only pulled you further into these feelings for him. The way he talks about his Pokemon, his endless facts about bug types, the small and subtle ways he would show you that he cares about your interests, the late-night calls about life, how he doesnât have to do a damn thing, just be in the same room as you, and you immediately feel safe.Â
  âOf course I do. You have no idea how much you mean to me. I love youâŠâ you smile, âI love you so much, Guzma.â.
  Heâs still frozen there, eyes wide, processing what you just confessed. Then, the energy shifts in the room. You watch Guzma drag his hands down his face. âFuck Y/NâŠâ he whimpers. Guzmaâs whole body shivers, littering goosebumps down his arms and legs. âI canât hold back anymore.â he says under his breath before he grabs your hips again, slamming into you, the both of you moan loudly. Guzma picks up the pace quickly, grunting as he fucks you into your bed. âYou have no idea what you do to me, do you?â Guzma growls, âIâm going to make sure you canât walk tomorrowâŠIâll carry you around if I have to.â.
  You feel that tightness form again. Guzma grabs the back of your thighs and pushes them to your chest, fucking you in this new position at a brutal pace. Oh your poor neighboursâŠ
  The noises leaving your mouth are practically screams, not of pain, but of immense pleasure. Screaming his name, he leans his head to your neck, biting down to leave yet another mark on your skin. âGood girl- let the world know who you belong to.â he says, chuckling against your neck. Leaving more kisses as he picks his head up, Guzma faces you again, his forehead glistening with beaded sweat, âWhoâs my good girl?â
  You whimper.
  Guzma grabs your neck, not roughly, but just enough to grab your attention. âI asked you a question, angel. Whoâs my goodâŠgirl?â he thrusts harder on those last two words.
  âM-meâŠâ
  âMhmâŠand who do you belong to?â
  âY-you, Gumza. I-I belong to y-youâŠâ
   âGood fucking girl.â
  You donât know how much longer you can last, every thrust bringing you closer and closer to the edge. âG-gumza IâŠfuck I feelâŠâ. âShhhh, I got you baby, I got you.â Guzma scoops his arms under yours and around you back, lifting your back off the bed, holding you up as he is pounding into your pussy. Your body tenses up, grabbing around his shoulders, digging your nails into his back, and youâre reduced to a whimpering mess.
  âNgh- Guzma I think Iâm gonna-â
  âCum for me, baby. Please cum all over my cock baby.â Guzma whispers in your ear, his thrusts becoming more frantic and sloppy.
  You finally snap, screaming into Guzmaâs shoulder, releasing all over his cock as he still fucks into you, chasing his own release. âThatâs itâŠThatâs my good girl, my perfect girl.â Guzma starts to choke on his own words. His thrusts falter a little, but he picks the pace back up, grunting with his thrust. âI- fuck baby- IâŠâ you hear Guzma whimper, sensing he canât hold it in anymore. âIâŠI love you too, Y/N!â he yells out, thrusting as hard as he can into you (without hurting you of course) before he pulls out of you quickly, gripping his hard cock as his hot release shoots out, coating your stomach and breasts. Guzma pumps his dick, making sure all of his cum paints your perfect body.
  Guzma falls next to you in bed, unable to hold himself up after what just happened. The room is now quiet, so quiet that you can hear each other's heavy breathing and rapid heartbeats. Youâre looking up at the ceiling, trying to process what the hell just happened. Was this just another dream? You feel a small, soft kiss land on your cheek, pulling you out of those doubtful thoughts. You turn your head to face the man next to you, and he looks absolutely smitten.
  âYouâre so beautifulâŠâ Guzma says softly, for you and only you to hear. âYouâre not too bad yourself.â you tease, your voice a bit scratchy from all the yelling you just did. Guzmaâs eyes travel up and down your body, shining with afterglow, his eyes taking longer to look at his cum painted across your torso. âShit, baby⊠that was perfect.â his eyes moving back up to yours, âYou did such a good job.â. Guzma smiles at you sweetly, pressing a kiss on the tip of your nose. âThank you, GuzmaâŠfor everything.â you mumble, starting to feel the after effects of the work out you two just had.
  âOh, you donât need to thank me baby. I loved it.â Guzma pauses, getting a little shy, âI love you.â
  âI love you too, Guz.â
  Guzma leans forward to give your lips a chaste kiss before moving himself off the bed. âIâm gonna go get stuff to clean you up, and then I can start a bath for you while we figure out what to order for dinner. Iâm not entirely confident youâd be able to stay upright long enough to cook right now.â Guzma laughs out, grabbing his sweats and putting them on, about to head out your bedroom door.
  âWait!â you blurt out. Guzma turns around to face you, âWhatâs up, baby?â
  âCan youâŠstay overâŠplease? Just for tonight?â
  Guzma exhales, walking back over to you, leaning over the bed, placing a kiss on your forehead, âAlready planned on it, babygirl.â.
do people out there still fw Guzma like I do (I love him sm)
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if you doâŠi have an x reader fic idea (ITS SPICY SO MINORS GET OUTTA HERE)
(not proofread, just yapping about a fic idea. mdni pls)
(mentions of sex, virginity, and sexual fantasies below)
Ok ok so Iâve had this idea in my head for a while and originally i thought of it as something for my oc BUT then I thought âDamn I should make it an x reader ficâ
Walk with me hereâŠ
So letâs say you keep a dream journal. Every time you have a dream (or nightmare) you write it down in this journal you keep on your nightstand. It doesnât matter what happens in the dream, you write it down regardless, even the moreâŠadultâŠdreams.
Now, letâs say, oh I donât know, you have your eye on this wannabe gangster. You two arenât together, but thereâs deffo some feelings there (even if Guzma wonât admit it. Plumeria caught on tho and has been poking him about it cus sheâs the best wingwoman).
OK NOW this is where it becomes different than my oc storyâŠcus gotta think of the readers ya know?
You live by yourself (whether itâs a house or an apartment itâs your call) and you and Guzma are to the point in your friendship where yall really trust each other, which means youâve given Guzma a key to your place (which is technically for emergencies, but he just uses it to welcome himself into your home to bother you which you like a little too much)
Guzma heads over to your place during the time youâre usually home to find out youâre actually not home and youâre out buying groceries or something. Still, you assure him that he can just hang out until you get home since heâs already inside. Normally, he would just grab something to eat from your fridge and chill out on your couch to pass time. For some reason though, he finds himself wandering your small living space, looking at your pictures on the walls, the books on your shelf, even the collection of gym badges youâve earned.
Guzma keeps wandering a bit more until heâs standing right in your bedroom doorway. Since you lived alone, you just left your bedroom door open during the day. There was no need to close it! You obviously didnât think that a guy you have an embarrassingly huge crush was just gonna wander in and start looking around!
After looking around your room for a little bit, he ends up at your nightstand, staring at the journal that lays on top of it. Does he know that you probably shouldnât read someoneâs private journal? Of course he does! He found that out the hard way when he decided to snoop through Plumeriaâs own journal and then ended up getting his ass beat. But, he obviously didnât learn his lesson because he started skimming through the pages.
Now, it is important to note that when I started brainstorming this, I was thinking about a virgin!reader type situation if ya know what I mean. Sure, youâve had relationships, but none of them really got far (not your fault people just suck). So when you really started getting feelings for Guzma, it was only natural that other feelings came up too about him, and those said thoughts ended up transforming into some pretty interesting dreams for you.
(you wanted to get railed by him so bad)
As heâs skimming through these pages, something catches his eye. While he isnât really reading much and more just swiping through the pages, he noticed his name being mentioned and he goes back to the page to read it. I mean can you blame him? He wants to know what you think of him! Ya know, because he cares about yâallâs friendship and totally doesnât want to make out with you oh no definitely not.
He starts reading the page. Itâs starts out tame! But, the more he reads into the page, his face starts to turn red. He canât believe what heâs reading, not in a bad way, but he had no idea you thought of him that way. Honestly, he was a little bit scared that you only kept him around because you felt like you had to give him charity, but to see all these thoughts and dreams youâve had about him? Oh he was over the moon.
Heâs wanted to confess his feelings to you before. Heâs tried! But every time he tries to, thereâs always something that prevents him from doing so (and he might be a little bit of a stubborn ass). After reading your journal though, he canât ignore it anymore. If this is really how you feel about him, then he needs to show you that he reciprocates.
So, what does he do? This cocky lil bastard goes back to your living room, journal in hand, sits it down on your coffee table, and lounges on the couch until you get back. Heâs already thinking about what heâs gonna say to you when you come back home and what heâs gonna do to you.
When you eventually come through the door, youâre too busy with bringing the groceries inside to notice the journal lying on the coffee table. It wasnât until you start saying something to Guzma, walking over to where he was on the couch, and see your most private possession just sitting on top of the coffee table! You immediately internally freak out, hoping that you just placed it there by mistake, until you look over to Guzma and see him shooting you a smug smile from the couch.
OK IâVE BEEN YAPPING FOR TOO LONG SORRY
I want to make this into an actual fic so bad Iâm just curious to see who would be interested in it too :)))
Hear me out⊠Reader avoiding Guz because theyâre so down bad.
He walks in a room, they suddenly have to leave. Maybe bumping the doorway on the way out and they just keep going.
He breathes and they blush.
They hide in ridicules places in an attempt to go unseen.
Maybe theyâre in battle and see him and just fully fumble a move or something and they just pretend it never happened.
It just gets progressively worse until maybe team skull corners them and they admit theyâre so nervous around Guz and donât want to loose their friendship with him so theyâve been avoiding him to try and loose their feelings.
Thank you again for your wonderful work. Maybe I can request this for the COD boys later? Hope youâre well. Take your time no rush.
Man, I'm sorry this took forever :') but I hope you like it feedback is welcome. :)
Down Bad for the Big Bad
tw: Gender neutral reader, das it I think
Guzma was on his phone looking at what felt like the 20th rejection he got from you in a span of a few weeks. At first he didnât even notice, he would initiate an offer to spend time with you; a friendly battle, a cup of cocoa, whatever; and you would turn him down, saying you were busy. No biggie, you were the island champion at this point, it makes sense youâd have shit to do.
Then it started feeling personal. Heâd see you hanging out with other trainers around the same times you claimed to be busy. He once saw you in a malasada shop with Hau. When he approached to say hi, you mumbled out a quick hello and said you had to go. He met up with you, Gladian and Lillie when you werenât expecting and you quickly mentioned something you forgot you had to do and left. You didnât even look him in the eye.
Quite frankly, it was starting to piss Guzma off. He knows heâs not the nicest person ever, and he sure as hell ainât the best person ever, but he was pretty sure you liked him for a bit, and now youâve pulled a complete 180. Did you think he wasnât good enough to be your friend? Did you not want your reputation as champion to be tainted by a degenerate like him?Â
He turned around and stormed back inside the mansion, barely looking at any of the Grunts as he bee lined to his room.
âIs he gone?â
âYeah.â
You sighed and stood up from behind the three Grunts who blocked Guzmaâs view of you. âThanks, guys.â
The silver haired Grunt spoke up. âYo, I donât wanna pry or nuthin, but, whatâs been your deal with the Boss?â
âYeah! Word is you hate his guts!â Pink haired Grunt agreed.
âWhat? No, of course I donât hate him!â
âThen why you dodginâ him, yo?? He's been real pissed!â
You hesitate, looking at the ground. âIt's stupid⊠but I definitely don't hate him⊠I guess I just⊠I donât know, he makes me nervous.â
âOooohhh, I feel that. I was mad scared of the boss at first, but to be for real, he a big softie.â
âYeeeeahhh! Big olâ softie!â
âTell ya what, me and boss were gonna meet up for some traininâ, why dontchaââ
âI can't. I mean, not tonight. I gotta start heading outâŠâ
You start gathering your things to leave but Silver wouldn't let it go.
âWhy not, yo?? We've seen you battle the boss and kick ASS! Why so scared now?â
âI don't know⊠I guess he just got strongerâŠâ
The third Grunt with blue hair finally spoke. âDo you have a crush on him?â
Your eyes snap to Blue and the other two Gruntsâ eyes widen and turn to you.
You speak, still side eyeing Blue. âNo, I donât. I just⊠I donât.â
âYou sure? Cuz you be starinâ at him pretty hard, and you be smilinâ and shit when you think no oneâs looking.â
You glare at Blue Grunt.
âYOOOOOOOOO, you do have the hots for Boss!â
âGross.â
âShhh!â
âYo, thatâs fuckin funny, yo. You duckin and dodgin Boss Man cuz he got you all weak in the knees!â
âDude, can you shut up! Heâs right upstairs!â
âOK, OK. But I donât know why you think you should hide, pretty sure he likes you, too.â
You give Silver a questioning look before Blue speaks up.
âHe definitely does.â
You turn to Blue Grunt eyes wide and they continue. âAll that training heâs doing is to impress you. All those fancy malasadas he doesnât let us touch are for you. And when youâre not here, all he talks about is you.â
You donât respond, more like you canât. After all this time, Guzma feels the same way you do?
âWell, not as much anymore. He thinks you hate him now. Yâknow, since youâve been avoiding him.â
âBut I donât hate him! Arceus, I messed this up, I messed all of it up.â You put your face in your hands and feel yourself getting warm.
Silver Grunt speaks up. âHey wait, wait! Itâs OK! Maybe you didnât! We could like⊠set yall up? Eh??â
You look up at Silver Grunt. âNo. No way. Thatâll just make it worse.â
âNo it wonât! Yâall both are already crushing hard, so weâre already halfway there!â
âOK, no offence, but I mostly mean, youâll make it worse.â
âHey!â
âHey, what the fuck! We will not! Weâre practically love experts! Remember them Grunts we set up a while back?â
âThey broke up.â
âThat ainât the point. We can set up a nice little meet cute for yâall to finally fess up to each other. Itâll be easy!â
âNo, dude. Iâm serious. Please, just drop it.â You sling your bag over your shoulder. âI for real have to head out, but keep this to yourselves, please.â
As soon as the front door to the mansion closes, Silver Grunt turns to the other two. âOK, Operation Big Boss x Champ is a go! Hereâs the planââ
âBut they told us to drop it.â
âWerenât you lookin at em? They got it baaaad for the boss, weâd be doin em a favor!â
âAre you sure we wonât get in trouble?â
âI mean, like, technically, boss ainât even our boss no more. So we canât really get in trouble with him.â
âOh, yeah⊠OK, so whatâs the plan?â
You had to physically stop yourself from sprinting away when you saw Guzma.
Silver Grunt had asked you to meet him at the beach for a battle, but they were nowhere to be seen. The only person there was Guzma, and he definitely noticed you flinch when he saw you from a distance.Â
You kept walking towards him, and he just watches you. You feel a flush of heat fill your face when you meet his gaze, so you quickly put your head down. Arceus, you forgot how intense that steely glare is.Â
âThe fuck are you doin here?â You stop in your tracks at the sound of Guzmaâs voice and damn near trip over absolutely nothing. He flinches when you wobble, but stays where he is.
âUm⊠Silver wanted to battle⊠thought theyâd be here.â
He squints at you, emphasizing his already pronounced glare. âThatâs real strange since Pinkie invited me here to battle.â
âOh⊠well maybeââ You cut yourself off as you begin to connect the dots. Silver and Pinkie, but theyâre nowhere to be found. Those bastards.
You glance back up at Guzma whoâs waiting for you to finish. He quirks an eyebrow at you.Â
âI guess, they uh, had a mix up or somethingâŠâ
Guzma takes out his phone. âAinât no mix up, Pinkie texted me straight up âyo boss, letâs battleâ.â
â...Maybe theyâre running late.â
âWell, call Silver and find out.â As Guzma instructs you, heâs calling Pinkie. Suddenly an obnoxious ringtone sounds from a bush a little off shore, followed by a half whispered, half shouted âshitâ.
You too watch the bush as it continues ringing, yell whispering and wobbling.Â
Finally the ringing stops and Guzma hereâs Pinkieâs voice through the phone. âUhhh, hey boss!â
âPinkie, what the fuckâs goin on?â
âWhat nothin, I umâŠâ More whispering from the bush, and then Pinkie continues but theyâre voice is obnoxiously scratchy. âI caught a cold.â
â...a cold?â
âYeah, *cough*, real bad. Drowsy and snivelly and all that.â
Guzma says nothing, but he looks less angry, just more like an exhausted parent as he stares at the bush.
âYeah, so like, maybe you and Y/N can battle since I canâtââ
âHowâd you know Y/N was here?â
The bush starts yelling again, and soundly Pinkieâs sore throat is cured.
âShit, I mean, I just figured⊠yâall battle sometimes soââ
Guzma removes the phone from his ear and yells âGET OUT OF THE DAMN BUSH!â
The bush stops moving and slowly Silver, Pinkie and Blueâs heads emerge from it.
âGit your asses over here.â Guzma points to the ground in front of him.
They shuffle forward, keeping their heads down.
âWhat the hell are yâall doing?â
Pinkie was the first to speak up. âIt was Silverâs idea.â
âYO!â
âYou said we wouldnât get in trouble!â
âWe wouldnât have if you didnât fuck us up!â
âI did not fuck us up! You saidââ
âHEY!â
The Grunts stop and eye Guzma.
âAnswer the damn question!â
Silver starts fidgeting with their hands. âWellâŠwe know youâve liked⊠missed Y/NâŠâ
Guzmaâs eyes widen, he quickly looks at you before quickly looking away.
â...so like⊠we wanted to find a way for yâall to⊠like hang out.â
Guzma looks between the Grunts and you. âSo yâall pulled this whole elaborate ruse just to get me and Y/N to hang out?â
Silver and Pinkie donât respond, heads still down. Blueâs just spacing out.
âGuzmaâŠâ
Guzmaâs eyes snap to yours. Now it was your turn to look at the ground. You take a deep breath to steady your voice. âPlease donât be mad at them⊠they only did this becauseâŠâ
You trail off to the point your voice is barely audible. Everyoneâs staring at you.
You take another deep breath. â...because I told them I like youâŠâ
Everyone looks surprised, especially Guzma, and his face is flushed red.
He tries to maintain some kind of authority despite being flustered. âWhatchu mean, you mean likeâŠlike like??â
You nod your head, completely avoiding eye contact with him.
Guzmaâs mouth gapes in realization. You donât hate him!
A grin slowly spreads over his face and he chuckles. âWell, well, well.â He saunters over. âAll this time I thought you was sick of me. Turns out ya boi was just gettin ya all red in the face. All hot and bothered, that right?â
You cover your face which now feels unbearably hot and your voice goes up a pitch. âArceus, GuzmaâŠâ
Guzma laughs. âLookitcha, can barely stand me sweet talkin ya, how am I supposed to take you out if you canât even look at me?â
You remove your hands and gape at Guzma. âOut? Like⊠a date???â
âNo, I mean a battle.â
â...ohâŠâ
âOf course I mean I frickin date, man. That is, uhâŠâ Guzmaâs confidence falters a bit, his eyes finding the ground. â... that is, if you⊠want to.â
âY-Yeah! Yes! I would love to!â
âYESSSS!â You jump as Silver yells, you were so engrossed in your confession that you forgot you had an audience. âTHE PLAN WORKED! UP TOP!â
You canât help but laugh as you watch the Grunts celebrate. They seem happier than you and Guzma were that you guys got together.
âHold up, you bozos.â The Grunts stop their rejoice abruptly. âYâall still arenât in the clear. Yâall still tricked us into comin down here, and no one gets away with foolin the Boss.
The Grunts look scared again before you decide to step in. âMaybe you should cut âem some slack just this once. Yeah they set us up, but I feel like we kinda owe them now.â
They look up at Guzma with what can only be described as rockruff eyes. Guzma rolls has eyes but heâs smirking anyway.
âFine, yâall are off the hook this time.â The Grunts smile at him. âNow git outta here before I change my mind, me and this cutie got a date to plan.â
Pinkie giggles as you cover your face again. âTHANKS, BOSS!â
Blue finally speaks. âI hope they donât break up like those other grunts did.â
art is not my strong suit but this is my best recreation of what i saw when i opened the window. i have to emphasize that she was supermodel levels of gorgeous
