#trainer reader

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hewwo! So I was wondering if you could do some angsty headcanons of certain Pokemon accidentally hurting their Trainer Reader, who has been nothing but supportive, loving and caring for them?? Those certain Pokemon would be Koraidon, Iron Valiant and 2 more Pokemon of your choosing

Ough yeah I'm always up for angst-

The other two Pokemon will be Mimikyuu and Maushold!

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Koraidon

After a gang of Maschiffs ran off with Koraidon's sandwich, the fighting/dragon type was understandably angry...especially with the leader Mabosstiff taunting them into a fight-

In which it got clobbered with Outrage. But even after that, Koraidon was still in a blind rage, staying in their Apex Build form.

You attempted to calm them down, but forgot that the attack still hadn't finished..

And they whipped around to slash you with their claws.

Your yell of pain made them snap out of it, and despite your attempts to hide the deep scratches they left, they shuddered as they realized what they've done.

They hurt you.

Just like.....

Suddenly Koraidon runs away, and you eventually track them down, finding them at the beach where you first met, curled up in the sand and back in their Limited Build.

By this point, your wounds were bandaged and you had casual clothes on, but seeing you and remembering what they did made them whimper with guilt.

They expected the worst, but you just sit down to comfort them, holding them as they push their head into your chest, trembling.

They feared that tey were becoming just like that other Koraidon--the one who killed an actual human.

Yet somehow you knew that's what they were thinking, as you reassure them they're not gonna turn out that way, and that you're gonna be alright.

To prove you still trusted them, you allow them to sniff and nuzzle you, while you stroked their feathers until they calmed down.

"Why don't I make you a brand new sandwich, Korai?" You offer with a smile, which seems to cheer them right up.

They briefly go into Apex mode....just to hug you gently against their throat sac, lifting you off your feet for a few seconds.

You just sigh and accept it.

Iron Valiant

Being programmed to be a merciless warrior, it's no surprise when your Iron Valiant sometimes defies your orders and throws themselves into danger.

But the problem is that they've been dealing with some internal conflict lately, especially when they learned Gardevoir and Gallade are your aces.

They don't know it yet, since it's such a foreign emotion to them, but they've been feeling...extreme jealousy.

They're overanalyzing the psychic types' interactions with you, wondering what made them so special...and why they can't be like them.

Being in-tune with your other Pokémon's emotions, Gardevoir and Gallade take notice of this during a picnic and decide to speak to their future counterpart privately. But Iron Valiant quickly got aggressive and began threatening them with their bladed weapon.

You witnessed this and tried standing between them and your psychic companions--

Only for them to accidentally strike you, knocking you out instantly.

This horrified Gardevoir and enraged Gallade, who went to fight IV while she did her best to heal you with Wish.

Eventually the robot did see you were unconscious, freezing for a moment as a new emotion was registered in them: Guilt.

That distraction allowed Gallade to gain the upper hand and knock them out.

The next day, you were released from the hospital, having suffered only a minor concussion and some bruises.

Upon arriving home to your worried Pokémon, you immediately asked where Iron Valiant was. Gallade didn't wanna tell you, but Gardevoir showed you to the backyard...where they stood rigidly, completely shutdown. Apparently they let their battery run dry all night as some sort of punishment.

After recharging them (with some help from Pawmi's Spark), they awaken with renewed guilt upon seeing you, kneeling down in apology.

But you convinced them to stand back up, instead embracing them and expressing your forgiveness.

"I know why you were angry...you just wanted to be like Gallade and Gardevoir. I've raised them since they were Ralts, so we do have a close connection. But don't ever think that I'll ignore you, IV. You're just as important to me, too."

Mimikyuu

After getting into a fight with a murder of Murkrow, your sweet little ghost/fairy's disguise was a lot worse for wear.

They try fixing it themselves, but even though you gave them a sewing needle...it just wasn't coming out right. Not the way they wanted it.

So much was wrong with it. The neck was still crooked, the ears were misaligned-

You didn't know how stressed they were until you hear their cries coming from an old pillowcases they were temporarily using for cover, and wanted to help them.

Unfortunately, yours was akin to an extremely stubborn child who didn't wanna share. And they freaked out when you tried taking their costume away, leading to them slapping your hand.

But in doing so accidentally jabbed you with the needle.

You winced in pain, although Mimikyuu quickly realized what they had done and panicked, dropping the tool and slipping further into the pillowcase, leaving their costume out in the open.

After plastering a bandaid on yourself, you got to work fixing it.

Mimikyuu never protested or said anything, feeling guilty for hurting you.

However, after some time you did feel the small, trembling lump hidden in the pillowcase curl up against your side. You patted it gently, humming a small song to help them calm down.

Once their costume was repaired, you presented it to them with a warm smile, and they...initially hesitated to take it.

You realized why, and closed your eyes so you didn't look at their true form, only opening them after the costume was on.

Looking down, you see them holding your hand and nuzzling where you had the cut, tears in their eyes.

"It's okay, Mimi." You coo. "I know you didn't mean it. I'll be okay..thank you for trusting me."

Maushold

They didn't hurt you directly...although they did feel responsible for the situation that injured you.

It all started when their two children began chasing some Hoppips who flew off when the wind picked up, while their parents rested during a picnic.

However, you were very observant and quickly noticed the little mice have gone missing, going to search for them so their parents didn't freak out.

You eventually found them being tormented by a Persian, who was circling around them menacingly.

Without thinking about your own safety, you just ran towards them and shouted at the feline Pokémon to get away, scooping up Maushold's children into your arms.

And you turned your back just as Persian lunged, attacking you with Fury Swipes, claws ripping through your shirt and scratching your skin.

They stung like hell, but you refused to let it harm either of the mice.

Fortunately, it didn't get a chance to attack again, as a flurry of Bullet Seeds caused it to flee.

You smiled as the rest of Maushold came to the rescue, reuniting them with their children.

But you didn't tell them about the attack until you went to Nurse Miriam and explained the situation as she treated your injuries.

To make a long story short...the parents were mad at their children for endangering you, though you gathered them all into your arms and hugged them closely.

"Don't be upset with them, they chased after some Hoppip and didn't know any better." You gently told the parents. "I can take a few scratches from a mean Persian if it means you're all safe."

As Tandemaus, they knew you were very loving and protective over them...but the fact you'd risk your life not only for them, but their kiddos? They teared up a little.

They feel very grateful having you as a trainer

[genesis-minigoddess]

Chapter One.

(Your POV) 

It was a very long boat ride from Paldea and Galar but it was worth it.

Thankfully I had to company of my pokemon Mimikyu and Sylveon by my side as I was doing research on the Region Leaders of Galar. And I must say, they all are very impressive.

Suddenly Sylveon rests his chin on my arm looking at my Pokedex.

"Syl?"

I gently patted his head and placed my finger on my lip, trying to quiet him from awakening Mimikyu who was sleeping on my lap.

"Yep that's who we are going against, it's gonna be so much fun" I told him softly. 

Sylveon looked up at me with a clueless look before he smile.

"Sylveon!"

I had one goal in mind for as long as I could remember.

To become the best of the best.

A Fairy Type Pokemon Master.

For as long as I remember I had a love for Fairy Type Pokemon.  Something about them, how they could be so elegant while fighting drew me to them. 

But to get there I have a few obstacles.

Beating all the out of the Regions I have defeated 8/9 regions.

All that remains is the Galar.

I've read that some child was able to become the first Aloha champion much to my disappointment.  

And then becoming a Pokemon Champion which is held in Galar Region promoting me to come here.

I could help but feel my heart pumping for the excitement of the challenges to come.

From what I've gathered there are two new special moves called Gigantamax and Dynamax. 

At first, I was confused about the difference but after doing some more research I could defenestrate the two. 

Gigamtamax is where a select amount of pokemon can change their size and appearance while all pokemon can Dynamax, which allows all pokemon to change in size. 

This was gonna be a game changer for challenges and I couldn't wait.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen thank you for your patients, we will be arriving at Galar in 15 minutes" The Captin announce on the speaker causing people to cheer and Mimikyu to wake up.

She sway her head around and looked around before looking up at me her head tilted.

"Mimi?" 

"We're almost there, Mimikyu" 

*time skip brought to you by chibi Y/n cuddling Mimikyu*

Finally, the boat docked in the Galar region and I finally was able to come off the boat. 

I stretched, boy was I exhausted, hopefully, I could make it to the hotel room in time since the sun was beginning to set. 

"Okay, you two" I said to my Sylveon and Mimikyu, who were on Sylveon's back as I went into my purse and removed their pokemon balls.

"Do you want to stay in your balls until I reach the hotel?" I questioned them.

There might be a crowd at the train station and I knew they especially Sylveon didn't like being touched by anyone.

Mimikyu quickly jumped on my shoulder and lovingly rubbed herself against my face, her way of telling me no which caused me to giggle.

For Sylveon he hesitated before answering.

"Sylv" 

"Okay, I'll be sure to release you once where are in the hotel " With that, I opened Slyveon's Pokeball and he returned to it. 

Once I place Sylveon in my purse it was on to the train station. 

*time skip brought to you by chibi Sylveon sleeping*

Once in the train station, I noticed a crowd of people surrounding someone but I didn't pay much mind since I was tired and just wanted to go to the hotel I booked in Hammerlock. 

"Mimikyu! Mimikui!" 

I glanced at Mimikui. 

"You hungry?" I sighed as she nodded in response.

I guess I am too" 

I looked behind me and noticed a vending machine and made my way towards it.

"Hum" I hummed as I lend forward and looked at my options.

"Would you like..."I squinted my eyes looking at the snack. 

"Bourbon Biscuit?" 

"I would suggest the Tunnock's Tea Cakes," A voice told me.

"Oh really?" I answered before I glanced up.

And there he was the champion of the Galar Region, Leon. His present caught me off as he offered me a carefree smile. 

"Your..."

"The one and only! Leon!"

Hey, you guys sorry for the wait I think I'm not at 100% at the moment but it would be unfair if I didn't give you part one so I hope you enjoy it. So sorry for it being short lol. Also, I'm going to do a wheel to see who would be the love interest cause I can't choose. Until next time, loves 💚✨

[running-with-kn1ves]

Fitness Trainer

A/N: I blended some french terms of endearment with English don't come for me. But is Antoine really French, or is he feigning this way to get closer to you? (Had a fem idea for this too)

Synopsis: Another day at the gym, your personalized trainer is helping you out a lot more intimately than he would with most clients.

TW: Creep gym trainer, yandere themes, mentions of future stalking/imagined groping, sensual content

And up... and down, just like that."

The squeeze on your hips kept you stable, even with your fingers shaking, mouth agape as hot breath was sucked in, and out. 

"One more, you can do one more for me."

"I can't..." you huffed, thighs quaking as the barbell on your shoulders made you ache. 

"Yes you can. C'mon sweetheart, we'll do it together."

He gripped the barbell beside where your sweating hands were, chest flush against your back as his feet entrapped the outside of your own. 

“Do it with me now,” He pulled the weight lower, forcing you to squat despite the agony in your ankles and tailbone. “Push through it, baby.”

The sweet name just slipped out, breathy against your ear as his hot exhales slowed compared to your huffs. It almost made you slip.

You could feel the muscles in your wrists shaking, vision going blurry as sweat drips into your eyes. One of his hands leaves the barbell to grip your hip, forcing you back into a standing position as your knees nearly give out. 

You rise slowly back up with the barbell in your hands, nearly groaning in pain at the strain. You finally lift your arms to your chest, finishing the rep with a strained frown as your personal trainer forces the weight off of your arms. His taller stature makes it easy to put the barbell back on the rack in front of you. 

You feel as if you could collapse, an hour and a half of intense training brought upon by your own determination leaving you exhausted and a little discouraged. You thought you could do more, push yourself harder-- but at the end of the day, the amount of reps your body would let you do, was it. You’d crack if you tried to go even further, end up tearing something or worse. 

Your trainer could tell; the way you sweat, your eyebrows furrowed as you kept that hard, strained look with each motion he made you do. 

“I hate to say it, but you’re done for today.” 

You look up at him from your place on the ground, water bottle hanging from your grip as you try to catch your breath. 

Antoine had only worked with you for a couple weeks now, what started as once a week now thrice, if you had the time after work of course. But somehow, he always enticed you to come back. 

His body, which should’ve been motivation, was more or less disheartening-- rippling muscles and bulging quads peeking beneath his tight ‘TRAINER’ black tee and athletic shorts as the perfect ensemble. 

He was so sweet, so encouraging and upsettingly positive. Always filling up your water bottle, saying how he’s always admiring the growth of muscle definition in your back, giving you light touches to show which area of your body that a machine might work out. He even offered post-exercise massages to make sure you didn’t get sore after each session, free of cost as a perk of joining the gym’s ‘premium membership’, an idea he sold you on. That, along with the complementary protein shakes made that were hi “specialty.”

You knew it was his job to hook you in, but who could say no to that sweet meathead’s face? Which is why you were here, on a late saturday afternoon, in this nearly empty gym with him that he convinced you to love. 

You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, even if he was the one persuading you, offering to use his time off to come in and help train you.

“Feelin’ sore?” Antoine bends down next to you, offering a small towel from his pocket. The twinge of accent in his speech makes him sound funny, dry lips parted as he looks you over. “You went harder than usual today.” 

“Yeah,” You let out after a gulp of water. “Definitely gonna feel this later tonight; ha, maybe I’ll actually take you up on one of those massages.” 

You point with your water bottle, grinning tiredly as Antoine’s eyes seem to shine. He licks his lips to hide a giddy grin. 

“Of course-- definitely, I’d be more than happy to. These hands can work magic you wouldn’t believe.”

Antoine shuffles behind you, pulling at your shoulders to make you sit up straight. 

“Wha- you mean right now? I’m all, sticky.” 

“Now’s the best time, your muscles are just coming down from the effort they’ve exerted. Best to prevent any aches and pains as soon as possible rather than waiting.” 

He begins gentle rubs against the base of your neck; vast, warm fingers grace your collar with a softness you hadn’t expected. Usually when people try to massage your shoulders they’re too harsh, too grippy; but Antoine was rhythmic, pushing into your back with his palms as he made his way down to your shoulder blades. 

“But considering you’ve pushed so hard, I don’t want to see you back here for a couple of days.” Antoine insisted.

“Awe, you want me outa here that badly?” You joked, laying your head forward as Antoine’s fingers made their way to the back of your neck, running pressed thumbs down from your hairline. “I see how it is, prefer your other clients over me.” 

It felt sort of weird, having him massage you so deeply on the gym floor out in the open. But the only person here in the middle of the afternoon was an older woman, paying more attention to her cellphone on the treadmill than anything you two were doing. 

Antoine shook your shoulders. 

“Don’t say that, now!” He leaned his head over next to yours from behind, getting so close your nose almost brushed against his cheek. “It’s not funny; I hope you don’t see me that way.”

“It’s just a joke,” You titter, running your handtowel down the front of your shirt.

“I never understand your jokes.” He sighs, hands moving down to your tailbone. He lifts the bottom of your shirt sticking to your skin, digging his hands against the soft flesh. 

“Woah, hey,” You turn to look at him, but his head is down, looking at his fingers. 

“I have to get to your hips, you can’t do so many squats without release. And at the rate you were going to day… well, you see what I mean.”

The bottom of your tanktop covers his knuckles as he pulls and kneads the skin of your lower back. 

“O-okay.. I guess..” 

He’s not usually so insistent, but he seems so genuine about it-- and, he’s the trainer, shouldn’t they know best? 

He begins with little strokes to your skin, almost caressing. You grow anxious until his thumbs push deep lines into your flesh. 

“Does that feel a little better, Mon cœur? Less pain?” He asks up close, staring at your heated and perspiring cheeks. 

You’re awed by how good it actually feels, the tension melting away with each push of his knuckles into your skin, and grip of his hands around your waist as each of his thumbs digs into your sides. 

“Yeah… feels a lot better..” 

“You can rest your head on my shoulder, don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart.”

You do as he says, arching your back with your head against his shoulder. He had easier access into your back, working his hands up beneath your shirt to reach your mid abdomen.

The deeper Antoine kneaded, the farther he grew up your back, the more… audible, his groans became. Each dip was another breathy moan into your ear. It was fine at first, just the sounds of his work; and then, it became almost, uncomfortably sensual. 

“Just like that...” He mumbled, giving a deep hum.

With your neck so close, his nose dips against your jaw to sneak a sharp inhale of your scent. It was heightened from your hour of strenuous work, a smell he couldn’t get enough of. 

But you jumped forward before he could nuzzle as deep against you as he wished. 

“Uh! Thanks, I feel a lot better now. Really… got all the kinks out.” 

You clutch your towel, facing your trainer to prevent him from working his “magic fingers” again. 

“Of course. And that’s just a taste, a fully body massage would leave the workout you just completed to drain away, as if it was just a dream.” He wiggles his hands with a sheepish grin, one so simple and sincere your guard fell again.

Sure, guys at the gym could be creeps, but he was your trainer, eyes kind and a little foreignly clueless, who only wanted to see you thrive; he’d never try something with you, his client. 

“Yeah, maybe next time. But now, I need to shower and get this stink off of me.” You bring yourself to your feet, all wobbly and achy-galore. Even with Antoine’s work on your shoulders, you can feel your back beginning to seize up. It’s gonna be hard to bend down for a while. 

Offering a hand to Antoine still on the rubbery gym floor, he takes it with a slight ease. He doesn’t use the weight in his hand to get up, knowing he’d just drag you back down to the floor if he did. 

“Thanks again-- I mean, I know it’s your job but--” 

“Don’t thank me; it’s always a treat to have you here, my cherie. I’d train you for free, you know!” 

You laugh, flattered at the idea. If you were a bit more forward, you’d ask him for that little perk. Hey, paying for his service certainly wasn’t cheap!

Making your way to the bathroom, you thank your lucky stars the hard part’s over. Too bad you can’t look at Antoine’s pretty face anymore, though. 

Antoine on the other hand, follows your stumbling body with his eyes, watching as you disappear behind the water fountain and bathroom door. 

His eyes jut back and forth between the machines and front door for witnesses, seeing none before snatching up your forgotten towel. How’d you never notice they didn’t just give these things out? 

He’d brought the cute handkerchief from home, wanting to appear the most of a gentleman. And, in the hopes that you’d use it every and anywhere. 

Oh, he thrived off that scent, pushing the white damp cloth heavy against his nose. It smelled even more potent of you, moreso than the few inches away of sniffs he usually got. 

His tongue just barely brushed against it, writhing in ecstasy from how it still held the stickiness of your sweat. You didn’t know how intoxicating it was to him, watching each bead of sweat leave your neck, the dip of your back when he got the chance to help hold that barbell with you… it was almost maddening, how strictly he had to restrain himself from lapping at your hot skin and running his hands beneath your gymwear. 

 No, he had to save this for later. What would his manager think if he saw him acting so ferally? 

Besides, there were more important matters to attend to. Such as, taking out the bathroom trash, a simple excuse to slide his manager for the opportunity to watch you shower. 

Who knew working here would have such great advantages in getting close to you. 

[adrienneleclerc]

Heyy can you write an oneshot of charles dating andrea (his personal trainer) daughter and how andrea would react

Ooh YES!! Imagine the drama, I love it. I hope this is what you wanted and if I wasn’t, hope you liked it anyway!

My Trainer’s Daughter

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Ferrari! Reader

Summary: Charles is dating Y/N Ferrari, the daughter of Andrea, in secret

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors.

A/N: i have loved getting requests from everyone, feel free to request any more ideas. And yes, the title is unoriginal, I know, I couldn’t think of anything.

The day Charles met Y/N Ferrari was a day he would never forget. It was when he was doing his winter training for the 2023 F1 season. He was supposed to meet Andrea at the training camp so he was surprised when he saw a woman he has never seen before on the treadmill.

“Excuse me, did you know you are trespassing?” Charles asked, Y/N stopped her treadmill and took off her headphones.

“Che cosa?” Y/N asked

“Stai sconfinando, vattene prima che chiami la sicurezza.” Charles threatened in Italian. The woman rolled her eyes and when Charles was about to say something, Andrea appeared.

“Ah Charles, i see you have met my daughter, Y/N.” Andrea said, gesturing at Y/N who smiled like she has won.

“I didn’t know you had a daughter. What is she doing here?” Charles asked.

“She was in Italy, I haven’t seen her since she moved out so I invited her. I hope you don’t mind.” Andrea said.

“But I’m supposed to film some shots for my blog.” Charles said.

“Calmati, bambola, i promise not to get in the way. You could always crop me out if that’s what you want.” Y/N said.

“Oh so you do speak English.” Charles said.

“Yeah I do,” Y/N said.

“Okay, let’s focus on your training, Charles. You’re doing great, cuore, ti amo.” Andrea said.

“Ti amo anch’io papà.” Y/N said, before she put on her headphones and continued to run on the treadmill.

Charles was staring at the woman, she was as fiery as she was beautiful. There were moments where he had to stop himself from staring too much because he was positive that Andrea would kill him. Y/N didn’t fall far behind, she was also staring at Charles during certain exercises, who wouldn’t stare at the beautiful monegasque? Both finished their exercises after 2 hours (I’m assuming)

“Great work, Charles. Y/N, you want to go grab food?” Andrea asked.

“Sure, papà, let me just pack my things. They have a shower her?” Y/N asked.

“Yes. Charles, show her please, I have to change and get my wallet from my room.” Andrea left the hotel gym which just leaves Charles and Y/N.

“Sorry about threatening you. It’s just this gym was booked for my session so when I saw you here, I thought you were a fan.” Charles explained.

“A fan on the treadmill? Why the hell would a fan be on the treadmill if they so desperately wanted to meet you?” Y/N asked.

“I Don’t know, to appear normal. Anyway, I’m sorry, I had no idea Andrea was your father.” Charles said.

“Don’t worry about it, bambola.” Y/N said.

“Why do you call me bambola?” Charles asked.

“Because you have a pretty face like a doll, hence the name bambola. These are the showers?” Y/N asked, pointing to the door.

“Yep, these are the showers.” Charles said,

“Alright, thank you, I’ll see you around Charles.” Y/N said, before entering the shower room.

“See you around, Y/N.” Charles said.

From that moment on, every time Charles had a training session with Andrea, Y/N would always be there. There were moments where Y/N and Charles would hang out alone and one of those hang outs led to a very important question.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” Charles asked as Y/N was eating her pasta. She finished chewing and swallowed.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” Y/N asked.

“Would you like to go on a date with me? A proper date.” Charles clarified.

“Oh bambola, my dad would kill you. His top client going out with his daughter? Can you imagine the drama that would ensue?” Y/N asked.

“Which is why it will be a secret.” Charles said.

“A secret? Oh yeah, because that always turns out so well,” Y/N commented sarcastically.

“Think about it, we can go out on a few date, if it doesn’t work out, we never have to tell Andrea.” Charles said.

“Okay, I can live with that, my dad would never have to know.” Y/N said.

“What do you mean he would never have to know? Are you saying you’re positive this won’t work out?” Charles asked.

“You literally said the same thing!” Y/N exclaimed.

“I was convincing you to go out with me!” Charles exclaimed back.

“Fine, we’ll go out. Tomorrow night sound alright for you?” Y/N asked.

“Yes it does.” Charles said.

Well that first date turned out to be such a success that they have actually been dating for 4 months which means it was time to tell Andrea. They were in the gym, Andrea was sitting down, scrolling on his phone.

“Good morning, Andrea, are you ready?” Charles asked.

“I am but i have one question.” Andrea stated. Charles nodded for him to continue. “Why the hell were you on a yacht with my daughter?” Andrea asked and shoved the phone in Charles’s face. “Care to explain?”

“That’s what we are here to tell you. Charles and I have been dating for 4 months.” Y/N said.

“Four months?!? And you’re telling me now?!?” Andrea exclaimed.

“I wanted to know if we would work first, he’s not really my type.” Y/N said.

“Excuse me, I’m not your type?” Charles asked offendedly.

“I’m trying to make him feel better, chill out bambola.” Y/N said turning to face Charles. She then faces her dad. “But charles has been a perfect gentleman. He holds the door open for me, he carries my bags when we go shopping, picks me up with flowers when we go on dates, he’s a great guy, papà.” Y/N said. Andrea stands up and goes over to Charles.

“If you hurt my little girl..” Andrea started

“I won’t, sir, I swear, I would rather quit Ferrari than hurt Y/N.” Charles said.

“Good answer. Now let’s get to training.” Andrea said

The moment Andrea found out they were dating, it was hilarious. Charles’s training sessions became more difficult.

“Can’t have my princess dating a weak man, now can i?” Andrea says and Y/N just watches as her father tortures her boyfriend. After Charles’s workout, Y/N goes to him.

“How you feeling, bambola?” Y/N asked him, rubbing his back.

“I’m fine, ma belle, your father is right, if I’m going to be your boyfriend and protect you, i can’t be weak.” Charles said,

“Ha ha, get up so we can get some food.” Y/N said,

When they travelled together, Andrea would give them a curfew, not just because of the race events Charles had, but because he’s such a protective dad.

“I want you two back here by midnight.” Andrea said.

“Yes papà.” Y/N said,

“Yes sir.” Charles said before the two left the hotel to go somewhere. “Your dad took us dating way better that I thought.”

“Tell me about it. I guess it comes with you two knowing each other for a long time since you started F1.” Y/N said.

“You’re right. So Mon ange, am I your type now?” Charles asked and Y/N laughed.

“My god, bambola, let that go already.” Y/N said, charles laughed with her until she placed her hands on the back of his neck. “You have always been my type, I like boy with brown fluffy hair and blue green eyes.”

“And I like girls with (your color) hair and (your color) eyes.” Charles said before they kissed. “Can’t believe I’m dating my trainer’s daughter.”

“And I can’t believe I’m dating an F1 driver. I am wishing you luck on tomorrow’s qualifying session.” Y/N said,

“As long as your there, my good luck charm, I’m sure quali will go well.” Charles said, they kissed again before walking to a little bar near the hotel.

The End

Hope y’all liked it. I thought it turned out well

[chrollohearttags]

personal trainer!zoro headcanons

black fem!reader (plus sized), reader is a bodybuilder/weightlifter, humor, banter, reader is self conscious (not for those reasons but you’ll see!), fluff, best friends to lovers, sfw + nsfw under the cut, public sex (they use gym showers + equipment), riding, backshots, full nelson, praise kink, calls reader baby, good girl and princess, heavy squirting, throatfucking, other things

I am like highly obsessed with gym rat!zoro and I couldn’t get this idea out of my head so enjoy!

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personal trainer!zoro has been obsessed with you since the day you guys met. He’s watched you since your weightlifting days in high school and has been infatuated for years.

personal trainer!zoro has always had a love for working out and the gym..a second home of sorts and the only place he feels he truly thrives. It was no question to anyone what he’d end up doing with his life once he got older. Thus became a personal trainer after going to school.

personal trainer!zoro, who helps his clients with workout plans and meals, all to become their best selves and reach their goals..is notorious for his intense regimens. Many would call him a ‘beast among men’. Even so, they’d get the results they desired.

personal trainer!zoro was the first person to encourage you to pursue weightlifting on the competition level and trained you throughout your journey.

personal trainer!zoro was also the first person to welcome you back to the scene after an injury put you on hiatus..he was however concerned once your session ended that day and personal trainer!zoro saw a side of you that he never had before…

“hey, what happened out there? You froze up a little bit at the end. I told you, hesitating when lifting can seriously hurt you. Gotta be more careful next time, okay?” “I know, I’m sorry..it’s just that I don’t really feel like I belong here anymore.”

personal trainer!zoro sat and listened as you explained away your fear and anxiety of returning to the weightlifting scene. Afraid that you wouldn’t be as good as you once were. Naturally, all he did was laugh!

“Well yeah, of course you’re not going to be the same. That’s how injuries work. It doesn’t mean you give up on something you love because it gets a lil’ tough..that’s a bullshit excuse if I’ve heard one.” “Damn, not even gonna try to spare my feelings a little bit, huh?” “And why would I do a thing like that? You’re my girl, I’d never let you stay in a place like that.”

personal trainer!zoro instantly flustered at the thought of calling you ‘his girl’ and noticed you did the same..however, that awkward tension soon turned into something more when the two of you packed up for the day and headed to the showers.

personal trainer!zoro couldn’t help but to notice your curvaceous figure whilst he prepared to go over to the men’s side..not to mention, the way you kept staring at him when he took his shirt off!

“What’s up with you? You keep being all weird and shit. Are you sure you want to do this?” “Yes! I’m fine..”

personal trainer!zoro knew he could be blunt but this wasn’t like you! Acting all nervous around him like you guys hadn’t seen each other at every point in your life..high and low, best and worst and certainly like this. He just didn’t understand the issue.

personal trainer!zoro wasn’t prepared when you began to confess that you were nervous around him because it’s been ages since you last saw one another and he looked so much better than you expected..from his muscular build to his tan and even the couple tattoos he’d acquired. You were bigger than most women that came through here and yet, he looked like he could toss you over his shoulder with no problem!

“Oh..so that’s it? I see..somebody’s got a crush, how cute..” “..you’re such a jackass, you know that? I just said you looked good! That’s all..” sending the both of you into laughter.

personal trainer!zoro still wasn’t going to let you off that easy..inching closer and bridging the space between your bodies.

“Well you know I could say the same for you..I see you’ve been working out more than your arms..” referring to the round and plumpness of your thick ass. “And of course, that face is still just as pretty.”

personal trainer!zoro was never one for beating around the bush and he could sense there was something more than friendly banter between you guys. Truthfully, he needed you..needed to let you know that his feelings were more than that of a friendship. Which he did so by caressing your body and eventually shoving his tongue into your mouth!

“I never knew you felt that way about me..” “..maybe you should try paying more attention..”

personal trainer!zoro wastes no time in sloppily kissing you as you guys peel each other’s clothes off before making it to the showers.

personal trainer!zoro is taken aback when you sink to your knees underneath the flowing waters and begin to tease his cock..running your tongue around the tip, suckling slowly before eventually devouring the entire thing. Which had him clawing the walls and screaming out as his shaft made home in your throat.

“Fuck..I missed you.” “Yeah, baby? Show me how much with that pretty mouth..”

personal trainer!zoro has to stop himself from orgasming too quick and all but shove you away because it’s obvious weightlifting isn’t your only skill!

personal trainer!zoro can’t help but be infatuated by the jiggle of your ass as you pull him along underneath the warm waters..that he just can’t resist the urge to make you grip the wall and bend over so he can pound you from behind. Feeding you deep strokes and backshots. “Right there, Zo! Fuck yes..don’t stop, please..” “..Don’t worry, not until I stretch this little pussy out..you’re not going anywhere.”

personal trainer!zoro fucks you almost animalistic. Never once breaking eye contact with you, grunting in your ear and pounding you with all he had..even if his knees buckled from the insane grip of your cunt. Especially when he forces you to squirt all over him; splattering him with your juices.

“That’s my good girl..let that shit out. I can tell you haven’t had a good nut in a while. You needed this, didn’t you, baby?” “Yes, baby. You’re fucking me so good..”

personal trainer!zoro circled back to your earlier comment about how muscular he had gotten and wanted to put it to the test! “Here, grab my neck, sweetheart. I got you.” Instructing as proceeded to fuck you in a full nelson. Picking you up and slamming you down on his cock until he felt himself getting close.

personal trainer!zoro painted your face with ropes of his warm cum, right there in that gym shower..not concerned with anyone or anything else.

“Kiss me..you look so pretty like this.” Cupping your cheek before shoving his tongue in your mouth. “Welcome back, princess. Same time tomorrow, alright? And you better be ready to go harder.”

personal trainer!zoro was feeling more motivated than ever in his work, now that he had his favorite person and client back.

[kirbyskisses]

iwa iwa iwa iwa! :(((

iwa who teaches you to touch yourself :(

iwa who’s there to coax you through it, telling you how hard your cute little clit is for him as you sit help on his lap, forced to look at your nude form sat atop him, trembling cunt stuffed with two of your own fingers :(

“god, baby.” he coos. “you’re so turned on. so ready to cum.”

he whispers it against your neck, sucking on the soft skin with a proud, teasing smile.

he can feel you dripping on his fingers but he won't put them in yet. oh no, no, no - not when he has this perfect opportunity to watch his baby make herself cum for the first time.

iwaizumi whose steely eyes soften at your desperate, mewling attempts - hastily pumping your fingers into your own dripping entrance, tearfully trying to make yourself cum. 

“such a pretty pussy. and all mine.” he plants a kiss at the shell of your ear. “she’s mine, right cutie? that’s how i know what she needs. ‘m gonna teach you what she needs okay, angel?”

your mouth falls open, lips swollen from how much he’s kissed you - a distressed whine falling from you lips. 

 “can’t - haji. m’ fingers aren’t like yours!” you sob weakly, pussy walls squeezing pathetically around the thin digits inside you.

he chuckles a bit - you are right in a way.

his thick fingers, calloused but so, so experienced with massaging and feeling every inch of your body - they could make you come undone in seconds.

he’d be lying if he said it didn’t appeal to him; head swimming with the image of you as a sobbing, gushing little mess that can’t stop creaming nice and hard onto his hand.

but he wants to see you draw yourself to that euphoria.

“you can. baby you’re so beautiful on your little fingers. go on, add another. my perfect girl.”

“haji’ i can’t! ‘s embarrassing!!”

iwaizumi who ignores your plea, unfurling your small hand with his own sturdy one and making you rock your grinding hips onto a third, trembling finger. who thumbs your tears away before his hands return down your body to your hips.

“shh. nothing to be embarrassed about.” he gives a low, handsome chuckle - the type you can feel through his chest and his thumbs massage your hip bones. “don’t f’rget to thumb that clit, baby - she needs attention too.”

iwaizumi who kisses your cheek while all your pretty head can think of is how good his lips would feel attending to the wet, hard little bud rather than the sloppy, inexperienced circles of your now wet thumb.

“h-haji!” you sob, hips grinding into filthy little rolls trying to create some kind of friction on iwaizumi’s sturdy lap. but his hands keep you locked in place in front of the mirror.

“iwaaaaa - s’ not fair!” you sniffle, voice breaking pathetically at your attempts to thrust your fingertips onto that innermost gooey spot. you kick your legs like a petulant child but that only makes him tighten his hold on you, his heavy body restraining you. your lips let out a whine, only able to move your wrist and hand, back and forth into your precious folds.

“don’t do that, baby. stay still and look at yourself, angel. that tender little cunt - my baby’s gonna make it cream.”

“can’t like this - iwa, i can’t, I can’t—! i just need you to touch it , please-!” you wail. the stimulation in your pussy is teetering on too much and too little and it’s drivingyouinsane.

iwaizumi who sighs followed by a little chuckle.

“okay baby. if you’re that lost… let me give you a little help.”

you sob, expecting your boyfriend’s fingers to slip inside you and relieve your fruitless efforts when instead one hand wraps around your wrist, the other pulling back you thigh to widen you more -

oh, fuck

iwaizumi who plunges your own fingers deeper and deeper and then back out; fuckfuck-no ‘s toomuch, ‘s toomuch!

the knot in your stomach tightens when he pushes your fingers into something that makes you cry out. something too wet and deep and warm and he just keeps hitting it. he won’t slow down - whywon’theslowdown?!

“rub that little clit and keep hitting that spot nice and fast. that’s it. so good for me, baby, you’re almost there.”

iwaizumi who looks with proud eyes as you gasp and spread your digits inside your own tight walls.

you both sit watching the reflection of you pussy in the mirror as it flutters around your fingers. you melt against him, unable to stop moving your fingers - he just won’t let you! :(((

“haji,,, haji - wait! wait - lemme stop!”

“it’s okay. it’s okay, you’re so close. just a little more…”

“no! no you don’t ‘nderstand - you don’ - it feels funny, iwa - iWA!” every fiber in your body wants to slow your fingers and squirm away but his hands is on yours again forcing your wrist in n’ out and you languish, the most wanton moans blending in with the schlick, schlick, schlick of your sloshy pussy.

“supposed to feel funny. Just let me help… you’re doing amazing, keep your hand like that - good g’rl…”

iwaizumi who growls and lets your other hand pat and pinch and roll your ‘hungry little clit.’ you squeeze your eyes shut.

“no, no baby. look’t me. look’t the mirror. your pretty pussy, she’s so ready to cream. don’t you want to see her do it for the first time by yourself. fuck, your legs are shaking.”

you open your eyes but the sight of the mirror is still blurred by tears as you sniffle out another desperate plea.

“ ‘jime! haji - haji- n’t gonna cum! n’t gonna cum! I’m not -!”

“yes you are sweetie. can smell how close you are. i know this pussy - you’re gonna make yourself get there I promise.”

“no, no!” you babble, desperate to move - “no Haji - ‘s not cum - ‘m gonna pee! feels like it - lemme stop i can’t hold it!”

iwaizumi who chuckles, knowing you’ll ruin yourself if you stop and he won’t let you - your fingers piston in onto that gushing bundle of nerves and he rubs your the lower part of your stomach.

“n-no, iwa, iwa - !”

“deep breath baby. enjoy it for me. you’re doing so good - make yourself let it out for me.”

and then you reach it - your whole body trembling while you thrash against him

iwaizumi who smiles, praises dropping from his mouth about how fucking pretty you look cumming for him - splattering translucent fluid all over the mirror and onto his pants with the most wrecked, tear-filled cry of “ha… ha-hajimeeeee!”

iwaizumi who loves the way you whimper when you come down, utterly overwhelmed and needy on his lap as his muscular form praises you with a smirk.

“did such a good job, baby. congratulations.”

(for @sookisaurus and @sems-diarie)

[flor4de4amor]

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thinking abt personal trainer! abs n gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

personal trainer!abby who’s incredibly handsy and enjoys getting under your skin. she’s never sparse with praise and enjoys watching you get flustered when she calls you a “good girl” for lifting a weight you wouldn’t have been able to lift a month ago. 

personal trainer!abby who stares at you while doing intensive workouts (like, hip thrust and quad rolls) with some of the most guttural moans you’ve ever heard. she can't help herself!

personal trainer!abby who is disgustingly jealous when it comes to you. her eyes glint mischievously when you wear tight leggings, showing off your ass, for her of course. she’s the only one ever allowed to spot you. when eyes linger on you for too long while you’re working out, she sends a harsh death stare to the person. who’re they to watch her girl?

personal trainer!abby who brings new foods for you to try during bulking/cutting season. she feeds you the spoon affectionately, “is it good?” she asks, sparse hairs in her eyes and her voice soft. you nod in eagerly, smiling through your answer. she grins, “good. i’ll bring you a dish of some later this week alright?” she has the proudest look on her face. 

personal trainer!abby who benches double  your body weight and winks at you while she does so. “don’t be shy princess,” she winks at you. “if you ever need someone to carry you around y’know who to call.” she grins watching you get flustered.

personal trainer!abby who does pushups with you on her back, sweat coating her brow, and she grunts. her heart fluttering as you giggle atop her back, asking her stupid questions like ‘am i too heavy?’ she clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes, “shut up pretty girl.” she retorts while continuing her set.

personal trainer!abby who's like a feral dog watching you do your workouts. she knows you're her client, but she can't help but froth at the mouth when you ask her for help. she should be more professional, but she can't deny your pretty face and sweet smile.

[toxicanonymity]

Why is your personal trainer joel so fucking creepy and hot 👀 that sauna scene though oh my god 🤤 Why is the thought of that creepy man dry humping the hall out of you just so 🤤 Will reader continue those ✨extra special✨ private lessons? At that point they'll just damn near be straight up fucking when they're working out lol (double work out ig??)

THANK YOU. PT Joel. I guess this turned into a smutty imagine (<700 words, I8+, teasing, semi-public smut)

Imagine the angst if he didn't grind on you next time. Little do you know, he jacked off right before you got to the gym, watching--uh oh--surveillance footage of your last workout. So, say he gets behind you as a spot and doesn't even press himself against you, but you push your ass back. You feel him, big and warm, but not hard. You're in your head about it for the whole workout.

This is unexpectedly fun for him, making you chase him. He doesn't even let you look at his shorts?? He's like, "eyes up here." He makes you work for it. Gives you a really nice, hard workout. But that's not what you came for, is it? He has you in a frog stretch at the end of the session and He finally touches reaches his hand between your legs. He ghosts two fingers over the damp crotch of your shorts, then says, "pull'em down." You do it without hesitation and he pulls them off you. "Good girl." Then he manhandles you into being flat on your stomach with your legs spread wide for him. He's quiet. All you hear is the fan kicking in, until he spits. Then you hear his hand squishing around his cock, and he lines himself up and shoves in. He breathes heavy in your ear as he fills you with his cock. He pulls your tank top and sports bra down under your tits. And you let him do whatever he wants.

--

It's too fun for him, making you desperate for it. Next time it's similar, but at the end, he doesn't fuck you. He catches you in the parking lot subtly touching yourself in your car before you drive off. He walks up to your window with a huge boner like "if ya want somethin', take it next time." So next time, he does graze you a couple of times. And at the end of the session, you're both on the floor, stretching. It's clearly on your mind. You've been squirming the whole session. He gets up on his knees and follows your eyes to his shorts -- where you're eyeing his hard length snug against his left inner thigh. He challenges you with a raise of his eyebrows, and you get up and knee walk toward him. "Good girl," he whispers. You reach out and feel him and he groans at your touch.

"Sit," you tell him.

"Hell yeah," he whispers.

"Take it out."

"Mm-hmm." Now he's sitting there with his huge cock and balls out for your taking. You take your shorts off, balance with your hands on his shoulders, and sit on it. He helps pull you down on his fat cock and you gasp. He doesn't make you do all the work. He sets the rhythm and fucks you from the bottom and he's grunting and breathing, "Fuck." His groan echoes as he pulls you down and finishes inside. "Good," he whispers.

--

Imagine you get sick of the games, or you start dating someone, so you go back to your normal gym. He shows up there, too. Probably makes you drool for a few days then catches you at the water fountain refilling your bottle. He takes the bottle out of your hand and sets it on top of the water fountain. Then grabs you by the arm and pulls you into the men's locker room. He shoves his hand down the front of your pants and grinds against you as he fingers you. It only takes a minute to get you off. From then on you work out in constant anticipation.

One time, he comes over when you're doing floor work and says under his breath, "I want ya to relax your muscles. . . ." You do as he says. "Now engage your core. . . good. . . and your pelvic floor. . . " He talks you through it. "Ok, now relax." Each "rep," you get closer and closer, and the next thing you know you're coming untouched. "Good set," he mumbles and subtly adjusts himself before going back to his workout.

[king-bee-sting]

I made a thing bc my friend brought up how much of a loser I am for Arven

Pls use this as you see fit

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[tightjeansjavi]

Now that I’ve been going to the gym more frequently, (go me!) I find myself thinking about what it would be like to work out with Joel…

maybe he’s one of the personal trainers at your local gym, and you can’t take your eyes off of him, and he’s secretly pining for you as well. Sometimes he watches you workout, and he thinks he’s being discreet about it, but you catch him every time. If it were any other man in the gym, you’d feel violated and disgusted, but there’s just something about Joel Miller that sends your pussy pulsing every time you meet his lustful gaze in the mirror.

So, one night you decide you’re finally going to talk to him, and actually talk to him. Not just exchange a few words of meager small talk. The gym is completely empty on this Friday night, and when you don’t immediately see your forbidden gym crush, your heart sinks and you think about turning around and walking straight out the door and back to your car—when you hear an all-too familiar manly grunt in front of the row of ellipticals, and there he fucking is. The man of the hour, shirtless, drenched, and dripping in sweat, haunched on one of the benches with a heavy dumbbell in his grasp. He’s focused on his form in the mirror, making sure he’s engaging the right muscles until he’s distracted by your presence.

His brows raise in amusement before he sets the weight off to the side and swings his strong thighs across the bench so he’s straddling it and facing you completely.

“Well, shit.” He chuckles, reaching for rag to wipe the sweat from his face. “Didn’t even hear ya come in, sweetheart. Thought I was alone.”

You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks as he shamelessly drinks in your gym attire. The way your tits look fucking amazing in that new sports bra you bought. And god—your thighs? He’s already imagining what they would feel like wrapped around his head, crushing his skull just enough that he goes dizzy for a moment.

“Sorry!” You squeak out, adjusting the strap to your gym bag across your shoulder. “I don’t…want to distract you from your workout so I’ll just—”

“S’alright.” He interjects warmly with a boyish grin, “I was just finished with this set, anyway.”

“Cool, cool.” You laugh nervously, tearing your gaze away from him and look towards the direction of the secluded and very private workout room. “I’ll get out of your hair.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but you already have scurried off before he even gets the chance to say anything at all.

He checks the time on his phone; midnight. And then he checks the front doors to see if anyone else might be coming in for a late night workout. The parking lot is completely empty sans yours and his cars. He shrugs, weighing out his options before he pads off in the direction of the private workout room.

You’re too focused on your stretching to even notice his broad stature leaned against the open doorframe, arms crossed over his bare chest, one foot propped up against the door.

“You look pretty fuckin’ stiff.” He dryly comments.

You whip around, an incredulous look briefly washes over your face till you find yourself grinning in his direction. “Yeah? Well, why don’t you come over here and help a gal out?”

He catches your tone, the way you subtly eye him up and down, locking in on the growing tent in his loose gym shorts. “Ya givin’ me permission?” He asks, cocking his head to the side, eagerly awaiting your response.

“Permission, consent. It’s all yours.” You wink and he’s on you immediately, slinking up behind you like a damn cat. He’s so fucking big up close, muscles flexing in the mirror when he wraps his arm around you from behind and pulls your back flush against his chest. “Relax.” He rasps, “can’t fuck ya when you’re this fuckin’ stiff.” He quips, and drops his freehand between your thighs, dragging his fingers right through the covered seam of your pussy, feeling just how wet you already are, and it’s all for him.

“Fuuck.” He chuckles, “your pretty little pussy is already droolin’ for me, huh? Yeah, she fuckin’ is. Gonna give ‘er a real proper stretch in jus’ a minute.”

And he does just that, with his fingers, his cock, and he finds out just how powerful your thighs really are.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

inspired by your iron valiant headcanons, could you maybe write something about an iron valiant in area zero saving a kid (reader) from an iron jugulis? maybe reader tries to return the favor by polishing their armor or attempting to bandage their injuries.

You knew you shouldn't be here.

The Academy strictly banned any and all students from exploring the Great Crater of Paldea--aka "Area Zero"--during their Treasure Hunt. Whatever rumors of great treasure and mysterious Pokémon that spread around were quickly dispelled with the threat of suspension or expulsion from the school.

But you simply couldn't contain your curiosity, deciding to make the journey with your trusty Noivern companion by your side. They were the strongest member of your team, so they could protect you from whatever dangers lied beneath the clouds that hid the bottom of the crater from the outside world.

There was the abandoned Zero Gate Lab, but with no barriers around the perimeter, nothing stopped you from climbing onto Noivern's back and flying down into the crater.

And after ensuring nobody noticed you, that's exactly what you did.

It was a long ride down, but once you made it past all the clouds, you were amazed by what you saw:

To put it simply, it was like a paradise. There was plenty of sunshine, with sparkling particles dancing in the air and lush greenery all around. Up on cliffs and down the hills, you noticed old satellite dishes and laboratories. But besides that, this seemed to be a land made just for wild Pokémon to roam freely without any human interference.

There were also bizarre crystals embedded into the landscape, shimmering with colors. 'This must be where the tera crystals came from..' You mused as Noivern landed on the ground.

Many groups of Pokémon roamed about, from Meditites being led by a Medicham to a flock of Braviary...they all seemed to be gathered in tightly-knit groups. And they looked quite powerful, so you made sure to avoid confrontation with any.

You just kept exploring, with Noivern eating whatever berries were left behind on the ground, while you gathered evolution stones and other items that could help your team in battles.

Some of them didn't look like things trainers would carelessly leave behind..so you wondered why they were left here at all.

Eventually, you discovered a cave that seemed difficult to get into thanks to the cluster of rocks surrounding it. Though after finding the entrance, you were greeted with a large open space, hearing cries of Sneasels and howls of Midnight Lycanrocs echoing inside.

There was a green lawn with sunlight from the outside filtering in, and you could see there was some kind of giant symbol on the ground.

"You see that, Noi?" You pointed to it, a hand resting on their arm. "What do you think it means?"

They stared at it, before shrugging in response, having no clue.

"Yeah..me neither--hey!" All of the sudden, they dashed off, noticing something sparkling on the ground that especially piqued their interest.

It was a Shiny Stone.

But just as they were about to clamp their jaws around it and return to your side-

A mechanical roar caught them off-guard, surprising both of you as a Hydreigon swooped into view.

But you immediately noticed something was different about this one...

Sure, it resembled a Hydreigon, but its whole body was made of metal. Normally it had two heads attached to its arms, though this one had them separated from the main body, hovering on either side of it. And its manes were filled with some neon pink liquid.

The most bizarre thing was that all three of its upper faces were lit up like blue LED screens. Not a single part of them seemed to be made of flesh.

'Holy crap...it's a robot Hydreigon!!' You were impressed, and very much excited to discover a Pokémon so cool yet hidden from the public, deciding to scan it with your rotom phone, wondering what it'll say.

Yet...its pokedex entry was quite confusing.

"Iron Jugulis: the Paradox Pokémon. It resembles a certain Pokémon introduced in a paranormal magazine, described as the offspring of a Hydreigon that fell in love with a robot."

"...what? The Occulture?" You blinked in bewilderment.

You never thought that magazine, of all things, would be a valid source of Pokémon information.

All of the sudden, Iron Jugulis used Hyper Voice--a sound most unpleasant to humans and Pokémon alike--forcing you to cover your ears as the phone flew back into your pocket.

Even Noivern was somewhat distressed by it, though nothing made them angrier than the mechanical beast snatching the stone for itself. You could see they were ready to fight, even though you didn't really want to.

But you had to defend yourself somehow.

"Okay, Noivern..we can do this! Hit it with your best Dragon Tail!" You ordered.

With a screech, they flew at Iron Jugulis as their tail glowed with energy before attempting to strike their enemy..

Only to miss by mere inches.

"Shoot! Look out-!!"

However, it countered with a strong Dragon Breath before they could dodge, landing a critical hit as they fell to the ground hard.

Miraculously, it didn't knock them out..but it left them with paralysis as they whined and twitched their wings, struggling to get back up. You were starting to panic as you raced over to aid them. "No, no, no! Noivern!!"

Yet as you tried taking out a potion, a snarl caused you to look up at the Iron Jugulis, who seemed rather smug with its victory as it loomed over you.

You could send out another Pokémon, but after seeing what it did to your strongest one....they were just gonna be another punching bag for it.

So instead you hastily dug an ultra ball out of your bag, throwing it in a feeble attempt to capture the beast, or at least stall it to buy you some time to escape.

The ball didn't even shake once before it broke out, sending shrapnel flying in all directions. You yelped as you shielded yourself and Noivern, before realizing you angered it. It prepared another Dragon Breath, generating electrical energy in its mouth.

It fully intended to strike you this time.

You feared this is where you will die, now knowing why students weren't allowed down here.

So you hugged your treasured Pokémon close and braced for the worst.....

Then a robotic trill echoed in the air, causing Iron Jugulis to power down its charging sequence.

Confused, you opened your eyes and noticed it turning its head towards the source of the noise-

Right as it got a Moonblast to the face, knocking it away from you as it tumbled to the ground, its voice glitching.

You looked and saw another mechanical Pokémon leap down from the nearby cliff. It appeared to be a fusion of Gallade and Gardevoir, covered in white and green armor; with pink LED eyes that scowled at the dragon in challenge.

Seizing the opportunity, you quickly recalled Noivern before running off to hide somewhere. Only when you were a safe distance away did you hear the cries of the robots as they charged at each other, but you didn't wanna see how it ended, instead putting all your focus into curing your companion's paralysis and wounds.

Conveniently, there was a full heal in your bag, so healing them was quick and easy. Afterwards you heard a weak cry from the Iron Jugulis, looking to see it flying out of the cave. Its faces glitched and sparks seemed to be coming out from it, showing it sustained heavy damage.

As for your savior, you saw that they were still standing, albeit badly hurt as they used their staff-like weapon to support themselves. You took a quick scan of it with the pokedex:

"Iron Valiant: the Paradox Pokémon. It has some similarities to a mad scientist's invention covered in paranormal magazine"

"...valiant? So..it's like a hero?" You wondered, exchanging glances with Noivern before looking back just in time to see them collapse, the lights on their body switching off.

Together, you went over to help them, with Noivern shooing away the curious wild Pokémon that began gathering around.

Hopefully, it wasn't too late.

........

As Iron Valiant reactivated and their systems went online, their eyes flickered to life, blinking as they tried to get a bearing on their surroundings.

Eventually they registered their current location as one of the professor's research stations, and that they were laying on the bed. But they were confused as to how they got here in the first place.

Then they noticed their weaponry propped against the nearby wall, straining to sit up in an attempt to retrieve it.

Yet the sound of sliding doors caused them to shift their attention to you--a human kid--as you entered the lab.

"Oh, you're awake! I was worried that-"

The moment they detected your Noivern's presence behind you, they tried springing into action and dash towards their weapon-

Only to clumsily fall off the bed, eyes glitching as their head made impact with the floor. They were too weak to stand back up, feeling like they got struck with confusion as they checked their battery power.

It was still quite low.

How embarrassing for them to forget...

You have also forgotten that they just fought off a fierce dragon type and quickly recalled Noivern. "It's okay! Noi's my friend!" You reassured them, going over to help ease them back into bed. "There's no danger here, so please rest. I brought a potion that can help you. J-Just to say thanks for saving my life back there."

Blinking, they analyzed the hyper potion spray bottle you took out of your bag, before reluctantly sitting back down on the mattress.

While they'd normally resist the help of a human, they were too worn-out to care. So they allowed you to apply the healing liquid to their dented arm, gently wiping the dirt off with a rag.

As it worked its magic, you applied it to other spots like their chestplate and helmet, the cracks mending themselves and the dirt vanishing instantly. And they just sat there, their gown closed around their legs as they watched you polish their armor like they were a shiny collectible, hands resting in their lap.

They took a scan of your identity, learning your name, age, current Pokémon team, and trainer level.

You were just barely skilled-enough to fight and capture the Pokémon down here in Area Zero.

Once they were fully healed and polished, Iron Valiant nodded their head in thanks, before standing up and going to retrieve their weapon. This time they didn't stumble.

You watched in amazement as they separated the staff, reattaching both blades to their elbows. "Wow! You can do that, too?? That's awesome!" You grinned.

They didn't respond to that, but just as they were about to walk out of the lab, you remembered something that was important to them.

"Oh hang on. My Noivern found this after you got knocked out." Taking out a high-tech capsule, you looked down at it, seeing the strange liquid energy contained within it. "I've never seen anything like this before, but it must be-"

You were startled as it was rudely snatched out of your hands, and you saw Iron Valiant give you a stern look.

"I-I wasn't gonna steal it! I promise....!" You put your hands up in surrender, only to blink when they pointed to a circular device on the floor with glowing green rings. "Huh? What's...is that a teleporter?"

They simply nodded, pointing upwards, and you soon realized what they were talking about

"...oh, so you're saying it'll take me back to the Zero Gate? Then..I should probably go." Sighing, you stood up and gathered all of your things. "Well..thank you again, IV. I know I shouldn't have come down here but..I'm glad I got to meet you." You smiled.

The Paradox Pokémon seemed surprised at that, though they relaxed their shoulders, offering you a friendlier nod. As if to say "likewise".

And with that, they departed from the lab, ready to fight more Iron Juguli and defend the helpless Pokémon, while you stepped onto the teleporter and made it back to the surface, returning home without anyone ever knowing where you were.

You decided not to share what you discovered, knowing the Academy will reprimand you for breaking the rules.

But if you ever returned to Area Zero, you'll be sure to come back twice as strong.

Who knows? It seems you've earned the respect of that Iron Valiant.

Maybe they'll allow you to capture them.

[genesis-minigoddess]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞 || 𝐏𝐨𝐤𝐞́𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐬

About You!

(Note: You're girl-pop)

Also, I do not own any of these images or gifs, I found them off google and the outfits off Pinterest.

Name: Y/n

Age: 22

Region: Paldea (This region is from Pokemon Scarlet and Violet the latest game coming out in November 2022 which is based off of Spain and Portugal)

Your Pokemon:

Main Pokemon: Mimikyu (Ghost/Fairy Type. Species: Disguise Pokémon)

Second in command: Sylveon (Fairy Type. Species: Intertwining Pokémon)

Mawile (Steel/ Fairy Type. Species: Deceiver Pokémon)

Xerneas (Fairy type. Species: Life Pokémon)

Brionne (Water type. Species: Pop Star Pokémon)

Togekiss (Fairy/ Flying type. Species: Jubilee Pokémon)

Main Outfit! (My favourite part of writing)

(For the legging it's up to you really, I prefer the one in the outfit with the shoes)

So for the love interest... all of them are so hot it's ridiculous. I was thinking Kubu (cause I love a dilf) but I'm not too sure.

Do tell me your thoughts in the comments and vote! I would appreciate it 💚

[90ekz]

cockwarming iwaizumi on a business call,,, yea.

he’d be so annoying about it, too. yes, it was your idea, but you didn’t expect for him to treat you like you weren’t important :((

and you want to get pounded, absolutely ruined, but the only thing he was giving you were occasional taps to your clit paired with his slight movement inside you every once in a while.

most annoying man ever btw. it didn’t help that he kept muting the phone to reprimand you either.

“stay still. you wanted this, baby. now take it.”

mean ass.

“‘zumi… don’t be so mean t’me.”

iwa wanted nothing more than to fuck you deep, but he had business to finish first. ‘cause he’s always tryna be a working member of society n shit

eventually you just got impatient and rose up on his cock just to slam back down. he barely covered his guttural whine before the man on the other end noticed.

iwaizumi ended up gripping your waist tightly with one of his sizeable hands to keep you in place, while continuing to writing notes with the other.

he smirked into the crook of your neck, cause now you really had no where to move.

iwa just likes to be a lil sadist from time 2 time.

oh, and as soon as he gets off that phone?? he still doesn’t let you move, much to your dismay.

but now he’s free to degrade you and tell you how bad you were :((

“thought you were g’nna be a good girl f’me. you’re making me sad..”

in the end, iwa lets you cum, yea. but not on his dick. he adds some quick strokes to your clit, but only to shut you up.

after all, he still had business to finish.

he knows exactly how unsatisfying it is, but he thinks you deserve it. all you had to do was sit still >:(

[adrienneleclerc]

Charles Leclerc Masterlist

All of my Charles Leclerc fanfics in one convenient location and hopefully all the links work. If not, look for the fanfic title in the masterlist tags

Mini series

TikTok Challenges

Drive Thru Test Fiancé Girlfriend Book Boyfriend Challenge

TikTok Pranks

Say It Back Can You Get Out? Wrong Name

Charles Leclerc x Single Mom

Meet and Greet First Date

Charles Leclerc x Reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

The Happy Throuple Nobody Everybody Knows Family Meeting

One shots

Prince of Ferrari

Can You Be My Boyfriend?

A Cinderella Story

Meet the Family Part 2

Move to Miami

The “Affair”

That’s That Me Espresso

Missing Journal

Jealous

Attached at the Hip

Nerdy Glasses?

My Trainer’s Daughter

TikTok Gone Viral

Rumors

Model Behavior

Sizes

Headcanons

Emo Girlfriend

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Make You Work

Sequel to Work It Out

Warnings: noncon, body insecurity, minimal editing.

Trainer!Clark Kent x short!chubby!reader; we didn't think this one was gonna happen, did we?

To those who read, I’d love a thot or two of what you think!

You press your back to the lockers. You can’t breath. Your skin speckles in a new sheen of sweat as you stare at the beast before you. The man with his damp curls and flushed cheeks, stone set in his jaw. The flames in his eyes scald you. 

“Clark?” You croak, terrified. 

He moves, too fast for you to react. You cry out, your feet tangling as you throat out your arm and drop your jeans onto the floor. He catches your arm and pulls you back, pinning you to the lockers as he snarls down at you. You brace yourself, whimpering as grabs your other wrist and forces your arms straight above you. You wriggle and flutter your lashes as tears sting in your eyes. 

“Clark, please, what are you doing?” You puff breathlessly. 

“I need you,” he growls as his humid breath fans over you. 

“No--”  

Your voice snags in your throat as his eyes drop down. He looks down at himself and you follow his gaze to the front of his shorts. You see the bulge beneath the dark fabric, twitching as you gasp. You tug on your wrists to no avail as he pushes them together, squeezing them tight as he wraps them in a single hand. 

His other roams down to your shoulder and his fingertips brush up your neck. You squeak as traces the line of you chin and pushes his knuckle against your lips. You stare up at him through welling eyes. You might be flattered if you weren’t so damn scared. 

He drags his hand back down, trailing down your throat and along your chest. His fingers rest over your ragged heartbeat and he tilts his hand to cup you through your bra. You shiver as he gropes you. 

“Please,” you beg in a willowy whisper, a tear riveting down your cheek. 

He doesn’t seem to hear you. There’s a tint to his eyes that makes you doubt he can. He slips his hand around the band of your bra and forces his between you and the metal doors. He pinches and swiftly unhooks the clasp. The fabric slacks and lifts as your tits drop out the bottom. It stays strung across your chest as your arms remain locked in his clutches. 

He brings his touch back to your chest, jiggling each tit, rolling his thumb around your rigid nipples. He purrs and dips his head. You cry out as he takes a bud in his mouth abruptly, his warmth seeping in you. Your sneakers squeak on the floor as you shift helplessly. 

He nips and you babble, more tears flowing as you shake your head. This isn’t happening. He can’t do this. He wouldn’t. Not to you. You’re not... good enough. 

He flicks his tongue around and sends a thrill down your spine. His hand wanders down your stomach and you suck in, conscious of your extra cushion. He tickles along the top of your panties, the one’s he said were so cute only moments before. A compliment you took as a taunt. 

He pushes his fingers flat against you and slips beneath the cotton. You tilt your head up and gnash your teeth, staring up at his grip still firm around your wrists. It isn’t as nice as you once fantasized. All those years when you thought you would die to have a man like him look your way. This just feels... suffocating. 

He grazes along your glossy curls and you squirm. You squeeze your legs together against his touch and he growls against your skin. He teethes you as his breath stains your chest. He nuzzles between your tits as he pokes two fingers between your folds, curling them as he forces them against you. 

Your knees buckles as your hip pangs suddenly. You whimper as the shock that zips up your leg, feet slipping apart as you try not to collapse. You don’t think you actually would, just dangle from his grasp like a puppet. 

He pushes further, his hand lodging between your thighs as he feels along your cunt. He drags his fingertips back and forth, rubbing you as your insides coil. A slick layer coats your lips, smearing around as lifts his head higher, burying it in the crook of your neck as he prods around your entrance. 

He drags his fingertips back and toys with your clit, flicking, swirling, swiping, teasing until your puffing wildly up at the ceiling. Your lip trembles as your chest burns. The sensations meld into a store of horror and delight. 

He snarls and bites into the tendon of your neck, pinching as the tension builds inside of you. Your thighs strain shake as you arch your back. A whine rises from your throat as sparks scatter through you and orgasm rents right up your middle. Your stomach muscles knots and your eyes roll back. 

It’s wrong, you know it is, but you can’t and won’t stop him. 

He pants against you, in time with you, as if he could feel the same release. He unlatches his mouth from you and raises himself up. He looks down at you and jerks you forward away from the lockers. You yelp as pout helplessly. His eyes creep up and down your body as he slips his hand free of your panties. 

He spins you suddenly, releasing your arms as you exclaim and flail towards the bench. You catch yourself on the metal, bent over and breathless as he closes you in from behind. He grabs your hips and you try to stand. He grips the back of your neck and holds you down, your ass up as he presses his crotch against you. 

He rocks his hips, simulating his intent as he grunts. His fingers crawl around your waistline and he rips the elastic down your ass. You yipe and squirm as the fabric falls just above your knees. He kicks your feet further part as he squeezes your neck till it tweaks. 

He feels along the front of his shorts and yanks them down. You fill him spring out against your ass, the rigid flesh rubbing between your cheeks. Your knees touch the bench and you lean forward, only for him to pinch your neck tighter. You relent as he guides his tip along the curve of your ass. 

You close your eyes and grit your teeth. Your hang your head as he bends his knees. He rubs himself against your folds, pausing to push against your entrance, before repeating the motion. Down, up, down, up, then he stops, poking until you feel your cunt stretching around his tip. 

He splits you in half slowly. That’s what it feels like. He rocks patiently, inch by inch, dipping deeper and deeper. The hot invasion has you moaning and mewling as your head lolls back and forth. His hand slides to your shoulder and his fingers curl into the muscle there. 

He leans into you until you’re on your toes. You whine as his pelvis presses to your ass. He wiggles as he buries himself completely in your taut walls. He groans and holds himself there. 

He exhales as he pulls back and your insides clench. As he slides back in you whimper. How do you feel even more full then before. 

He grabs your hip and pulls your ass higher as he thrusts again. Still slow, still patient. His deep groans drone through the air.  

His hand drifts down your back as his rhythm slowly builds. He brings it to your other hip, holding you in place as he rolls his hips against your ass. He growls and bucks harder, jolting you as you cry out. Your shoulders wrack as his nails dig into your flesh. 

He snaps his pelvis again. You mewl and he lifts your feet off the ground, holding you just off it as your bodies clop together. He rams into you, harder, deeper, furiously battering you as he loses all control. You keep your hands on the bench, dangling helplessly as he uses you. 

He slides his hand away from your hop and hooks his arm across your stomach. He pulls you up flush to him and your head falls against his shoulder. He clings to you, keeping you hovering as he ruts wildly, puffing over you as he bounces you against him. 

“You’re so sexy,” he snarls, “can’t you feel it?” 

He pounds harder and harder as your voice fizzles out and you reach back to latch onto his thick shoulder. His fucks you furiously as you bite down on your tongue, spasming. You cum again, even less ready for it than before.  

He turns and pushes you against the lockers. He crushes you as he jerks his hips up, over and over, grunting and growl as his hand runs up to knead your chest. He presses the tip of his nose to your grown and groans as he quakes. You feel him cum inside of you, fucking it into you until he’s whimpering. 

He stills, urging himself as deep as he can go. You gurgle and press a shaky hand to the metal. He lifts his head and kisses the top of your head. Slowly, he lowers you to the floor and slides out of you. A gush spills down your thigh as only your gasping breaths meet your ears. 

You lean, trembling, on the lockers and stiffly roll to face him. Your panties droop to your ankles as he pulls his shorts up. He cracks his neck, one way then the other, and shakes out his arms. He blows out a sigh and pushes back his curls. He smirks at you as his blue eyes glint. 

“Good work out,” he chuckles as he wipes his forehead, “don’t forget to stretch.” 

He spins on his heel, whistling as he struts away. You stare after him, stunned, and slide slowly down to your ass as your knees finally give out. You bow your head and reach under you, feeling along your swollen lips as you flinch.  

You feel empty and torn. You snatch your hand away and mop the tears from your damp cheeks. You didn’t even realise you were still crying. You fix your bra and reach back to hook it in place. Every muscle in your body hurts. 

You put your hand down and lean forward, groaning as you lift yourself to hands and knees. You crawl to grab your jeans the shift towards the bench. You grab it and push, forcing your feet under you, one then the other. 

You stand, swaying, and shake out your pants. It takes you several tries to step into them.  

When you finally get them buttoned, you pull on your jersey shirt then the zip-up you wore over it. You zip up your gym bag with your phone inside and ball up your gym clothes. You care them to the bin by the door and waver at the threshold. You drop them into the garbage and make yourself leave. 

You stumble through the gym, looking straight and no where else. Is he there? Is he watching? Will he follow you again? 

You walk faster and faster, unsteady and clumsy as you rush towards the stairs. Your fear bubbles up with the humiliation. You don’t let it boil over it, fighting desperately to outpace it as you clamour down the flights. 

You’re never going back. Never, never again. You tried working out. It’s not for you. 

[me0w-w0lf]

Kieran headcanons with a cold face reader

some people think that you don't love Kieran. but that would be wrong

even though you give short answers to whatever he says and never really show that you love him that all changes when you guys are alone

you love to cuddle up with Kieran after school, and he loves it too

Kieran loves how you like to keep him close and protect him.

you know all about Kieran what he likes, what he doesn't like all that stuff, and you always talk about him

"hey Y/N," said Lacey. " can I ask you a question". "sure". " do you actually love Kieran cause it doesn't show". she said. " I'm a little hurt that you would say that I do love Kieran I may not show it but I know all about him. I love him in my own way". " HEEEEY Y/N" yelled kieran. " See you later Lacey".

Y/N may not show it but they do love Kieran <3

thank you for reading my request are still open so suggest any pokemon or genshin character or if you want a poly headcanons ✍(◔◡◔)-