#trainer au

[brokenolivejar]

Hinata Pokémon trainer au goes hard

Yes that is a mechanical tail I felt silly okay

But hinata’s team consists of

Mienfoo-mienshao

Sobble

Wimpod

Eevee-espeon

Kommo-o line

And a strange blue female pyroar

[orbis2d]

Trainer Au Luffy is the type of guy to fist fight another trainer instead of battling them

[chainsawworld]

Been thinking about a trainer au

[holylulusworld]

The fitness pack - Sam (3)

Summary: They are up to more than just helping you improve. 

Pairing: Trainer!Sam Wilson x Plus-Sized!Reader

Warnings: angst, chubby reader, language, flirty Sam, fluff, a hint of fingering, implied lovemaking, light/implied smut, making out, sweet pet names

A/N: This turned out sweeter than I outlined it. It’s less smut and more fluff, sorry, it just felt right to make this one the sweetest part.

Part 3/3

The Fitness Pack masterlist 

<< Part 2

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Four weeks after your first date with Sam, …

“Can I look now?” you giggle as Sam told you to close your eyes. He’s guiding you toward his apartment door, laughing as you are giddy like a child. “I love surprises, you know.”

“I know, sugar,” his hands squeeze your shoulders before he moves them up and down your arms to calm you. “I hope I didn’t overdo it. Sometimes I’m a little bit too enthusiastic. You must stop me, baby.”

“What are you talking about?” you question. “Sam?”

“Just wait and see,” he pecks your cheek. “Stay here and give me a minute. I’ll call for you when I’m done.”

You try to play it cool while your heart flutters.

It’s been four weeks since your first date. Four weeks filled with soft kisses, teasing, and light making out.

Sam tried anything to make you feel safe and comfortable around him. He succeeded. You are falling for Sam. Hard.

Tonight is the night. You want to jump the chance and give yourself to Sam completely. He’s a gentleman, and you know he’s holding back. All the lingering touches and soft kisses on your neck gave him away, though.

Sam is also a passionate man, and you want to get to know his body too. 

“All done,” you whip your head toward Sam standing in the doorway. He grins as you got lost in thoughts once again. “Come in, Y/N. I got the whole night planned.”

“What's your plan, Mr. Wilson,” he smirks when you pass him by. You stop in your tracks and turn back around to peck his lips. “I hope you know; I love French toast for breakfast…”

“I—uh,” Sam swallows thickly at your comment. He tried to be a gentleman and you just implied that you want to stay the night. “I cooked, and ...”

“Oh my god, Sam,” you sniffle as you step inside his living room. 

Smooth jazz is playing. There are red roses on the table. Rose petals lie on the carpet, leading toward the dining table. You can smell freshly cooked food and scented candles. 

You’re speechless, to say the least. No man before Sam put so much effort into making a date special. 

“What do you say?” he closes the door. “Do you like it?” Sam sighs. “It is too much. I knew it. I’m sorry.”

“Sam, it’s beautiful,” you jump at him to crash your lips onto his. “I love it. So much.” You kiss him again, hard, and passionately. 

“Phew…thank fuck,” he laughs against your lips. “I made lasagna, Italian salad with olives and for dessert…that’s a surprise.”

“I love surprises, Sam,” you wrap one arm around his shoulders to bring him down for another kiss. “How about I surprise you before we eat.”

“O-kay,” he stammers as you use your other hand to guide his hand between your legs. He gasps as you urge him on to cup your mound. “Y/N…sugar.”

“I’m not wearing panties Sammy,” you purr when he dips two fingers into your wetness. “I’ve been thinking about you and your perfect cock all day. I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Y/N, baby. I-“ he seems to be speechless. It wasn’t in your plans to be so…forward. But you don’t want to waste another moment. “We should eat…or do you want to…”

“How about we work up an appetite?” 

“Fuck, I wanted to act like a gentleman, but now I’m going to devour you,” you squeak as Sam easily hoists you up to carry you toward the dining table. “Food is still in the kitchen. We can eat it in bed…later.”

He places you on the table, making you giggle as he roughly spreads your legs with his big hands to step between them. “I want you, Sam. Please.”

Sam is on you in a blink. He moves his hands behind your back to unzip your dress. “I wanted to take my time and make sweet love to you.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you wrap your legs around his waistline. “Please. I want you to take what you want, and give me what I need.”

“Sugar.”

He watches you shove the dress down your shoulders to reveal your chest to him. “I need to know that you like what you see, Sam.”

He makes an odd noise when you take off your bra. You seductively drop it to the ground, coyly looking at Sam. “I fucking love what I see.”

Sam cups your face to greedily claim your lips again. He kisses you until you’re out of breath, and press your hands against his firm chest.

“Fuck. I love what I see too, Sam,” you slip your tongue inside his mouth, making him moan as you nip at his lower lip. “I want to see even more of you.”

“You’ll see all of me, baby,” his arms wrap around your body to hoist you up again. “But I won’t fuck you on the table. I’ll bring you to my bedroom and do this right.”

You whine.

He chuckles.

“I want you.”

“You have me, Y/N.”

Sam carries you toward the bedroom, making promises he intends to keep on his way. “I’ll fuck you so good, baby. No one will ever get the chance to put their hands on you ever again.”

You tug at his shirt, eagerly slipping your hand inside as he tries to get you inside his bedroom.

“Baby, I want you,” you purr, hoping it sounds as sexy as you think it does. “Please give me your big cock. I want to feel you split me open.”

“Jesus, you are making it hard for me to not ruin your sweet pussy,” he stumbles inside the bedroom, almost falling on top of you when he places you on the bed. “Baby…”

“Get up here,” you tease while Sam tries to take off his clothes and shoes in a hurry. His shirt ends on the lamp, his socks fly toward the window, and his pants, well they join his shoes on the floor. “Shit…you look like a Greek God or something.”

You bite your index finger as Sam stalks toward the bed. He opens the drawer of his nightstand to get a condom out, smirking as you shy away a little. 

“I’ll be your Greek god, sugar. Only yours.”

Sam will take his time to explore every inch of your flesh with his hands, lips, and, even his teeth before he sinks into you.

You will claw at his back and breathe against his lips. His name, the only thing on your mind, and your lips. 

That night, he becomes yours, and you’ll become his. You won’t remember your exes' name from that night on, nor the nagging voices in your mind. Voices from the past telling you no man will ever love you the way you deserve.

Sam changes everything.

This is Sam’s ending.  

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[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

National Get Out of the Doghouse Day & National Pet Fire Safety Day

Person A accidentally adopts a hellhound from the shelter, to help out around their ranch as a cattle herder, not realizing it was a hellhound and not a dog breed meant for cattle herding. But when trying to find a dog trainer to help them when they realize the learning curve is too steep, they end up meeting a demon, Person B, who specifically breeds hellhounds and agrees to help Person A with training theirs.

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[inaris-pokemon-world]

Trainer AU (where Pokémon characters were the human trainers and have a Pokémon that matches their species, e.g. Ume has Zorua)

Inari runs a Pokémon rescue. His team contains a shiny Mew he found injured and nursed back to health, as well as bunch of Pokémon he’s rescued over the years. He’s particularly close with the Mew and a melanistic Persian, the first Pokémon he ever saved.

Ume has, besides his signature Zorua, a team of Dark, Ghost, and other tricky Pokémon. Despite looking young and inexperienced, his team is VERY strong. His Zorua sometimes poses as his twin for mischief.

Mochi has his buddy Mewtwo, but also a whole slew of other strong Pokémon. Unlike Ume, he doesn’t have much of a theme. His Pokémon are a little all over the place. He’s a traveling trainer alongside Ume.

Matcham and Matchaf just got their first Pokémon, a Tandemaus and an Eevee, respectively. They’re too young to travel yet, and thus stay at Inari’s ranch with their mom!

And Inari’s trainer… well, he mostly has the same Pokémon, though obviously no Mew or Mewtwo.

[sylibane]

Pokemon trainer Luffy for @fivedayslater!

[thejeangreysummers]

boxer au simon “ghost” riley

⁃ everyone is exiting a kickboxing class you show up doe eyed with your little matching set and a bag the same color. simon immediately crosses the gym before soap or gaz get a chance to.

⁃ “i think i have something you’ll like.” simon offers hesitantly, if any other tall masked stranger approached you like that you’d leave for the sake of self preservation. but he’s so hesitant in the way he offers looking above your head and not making direct eye contact. his shoulders are drawn together like he’s trying to make himself smaller.

⁃ he ducks behind the desk and pulls out some Everlast hand wraps in the same color as your clothes.

“your favorite color.” he says jokingly

“how’d you know?” you laugh and for the first time he looks you in the eye and something shifts in your chest.

“you’ve got good taste.” he quips

he’s extends his hand in front of yours and you’re so dazed, you just hold his hand. simon is already tipsy of your laugh he considers kissing it. he begins wrapping your hand and the realization makes you flush with embarrassment.

⁃ until he starts talking… he’s explaining how the wraps work and which gloves he recommends and your initial reaction shifts into annoyance. you want to fuck with him just a little bit, because who is he to explain anything to you? he probably doesn’t even work here and you’ve been kickboxing for the last two years.

the stress relief it gave after your last break up worked wonders.

⁃ “do you want to practice with me love?” he offers after he lingers on your wrist

you concede and slip under the bar of the ring. his eyes tell you everything. eager to be close to you he explains a hook and a jab, of course you nod and smile feigning ignorance as he tells you how he’ll explain the kicking afterward. you’re feeling a little triumphant when the false jab distracts him as you sweep him, he falls and makes a jagged hurt noise.

⁃ your playfulness turns to panic

“are you okay? i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to actually hurt you. i kind of expected you to grab my leg or move or laugh? i didn’t mean to—” you fall to your knees beside him worried he hit his head. he shifts on to his back leaning lazily on he’s elbows and he’s smiling at you. that little fucker. or huge fucker honestly, he’s so tall he’s practically scraping the celling.

⁃ “you’re such an asshole.”

“wounded my pride, worse than a physical injury honestly.” simon looks up at you cheekily

“how long have you been doing this? do you work here? why did you come up to me?”

simon wants to toy with you a little more. he loves your short temper paired with your softness it’s intriguing. you’re so sweet worrying about him, would you be like that at one of his matches? anxious fluttering around saying a hail mary he won’t get hurt? or would you bask in the stadium lights, proud that he belongs to you? he intends to find out immediately.

“well ‘m a professional love, a man’s got to eat someway. my trainer, price, doesn’t love when i frighten the clients, but you’re too pretty to avoid.” simon winks at you like his voice isn’t flirtation enough

“i’m not afraid of you.” you lean in front of him on the mat and he gets a long look at your tits when he meets your eyes again you’re aware of how public this display is. you scramble to you feet and extend a hand to help him up and simon doesn’t move.

“get up.” you command in a harsh whisper

he shakes his head shamelessly drinking in your figure.

“seriously, get up someone could come in here.” you urge extending to gently kick him and in a moment he’s pulling your ankle shifting to ensure you fall directly on top of him. he places a gentle hand on the small of your back, respectful almost hesitant.

“now we’re even.” he teases

he smells like mint a touch of lavender and something distinctly him. you want him to lower his hand even though you’re in public. you almost want to kiss him, but then he’d get the wrong idea about your intentions. you were supposed to be scouring the price for this gym across from your apartment nothing more. he probably does this with every pretty customer that walks through the doors. you push yourself up using his chest as leverage.

“we are not even, you tricked me!” you scoff

“then let me make it up to you let me buy you dinner.” he offers

you can’t date this stranger at the gym across from you apartment. you’d see each other again, after dating your co-worker you decided not mix buisness and pleasure. boxing is an essential part of your routine, it’s safe and consistent. he’s roguishly attractive and probably not staying in the country.

“no thanks, you’re something but y’know you’re not from around here. i want a serious relationship.” you know your honesty will scare him away and you’ll never speak again

“well if you get off me, i can get on my knees and propose” simon smirks

you realize that you’ve been leaning directly on top of his chest, not shifting or standing.

“it’s one knee.” you counter as you slide off him and stand up

“for you i’d beg.” simon admitted

the way he looks at you for a second you almost believe him.

“i’m sure you offer that to ever pretty girl who walks in here.”

simon is serious about the begging, he’d wait as long you wanted to have you underneath him. but someday soon the sweet sound of you whimpering his name would be fill the room. you’d be the one pleading for him just to put the tip in.

“come to my match tonight. if i win, you let me buy you dinner. our first real date.” simon promises

he’s such trouble and you want him despite it.

how many girls batting their eyelashes and love struck boys come to his matches longing to see him afterwards? one of them will surely take your place if you don’t attend.

“what if you lose?”

“i won’t.” simon drawls

“you think you’re that good?” you taunt

“i think you’re lucky.” simon breathed

[c0stiffen]

YOOO 300 FOLLOWERS THANKS ALL!!!❤️❤️❤️

[aaron-trainer]

Switching places || AU || Moloch and Trainer

*standing in front of the asylum, looking over the windows*

*someone pushes him forward and he stumbles unable to catch himself very well as he is cuffed*

*smirks a little as he is now dragged inside by police*

*a pretty young girl with black hair and blue eyes meets them at the door and tells them where to go, this is Tori Thompson.*

*he is taken to a room and chained to the table but frowns realizing there is a demon trap on the roof above him*

@pride-and-wrathfulness

[wildflowercryptid]

i'm about to pass out at my desk, but have this stupid ass doodle i did before i go sleep.

[hotpotatopotat]

Deku and his big Arcanine named Kacchan

[shyranno]

Here's a dance you ought to do Let me introduce to you Posin' everybody POSE!

[chainsawworld]

Had a thought

[holylulusworld]

The fitness pack - Sam (2)

Summary: They are up to more than just helping you improve.

Pairing: Trainer!Sam Wilson x Plus-Sized!Reader

Warnings: angst, chubby reader, language, flirty Sam, fluff, no smut in this one, we will get there in the next part

A/N: Sam will get three parts. It didn’t feel right to rush the smut in this one.

Part 2/3

The Fitness Pack masterlist

<< Part 1

Begin again. An impossible thought. 

You take a deep breath before you open your door to invite Sam in. If he’s being honest, you can imagine falling in love with him. If not. You’ll never try again.

The last time was hard enough.

Sam leading you on. There is no coming back from this.

“Y/N,” Sam gasps as he stands in the doorframe. “You look stunning. That dress will kill me.” He’s not hiding the effect you have on him. “Damn me, you look…I can’t even find the right words.”

Sam stammers. He seems to be nervous. Why is he being nervous?

“It’s not a new dress. I bought it some time ago. It just didn’t fit,” you look down at your body, smiling. “Thanks to you, I lost a few pounds, and it finally fits.”

“Sugar, I’m glad you are satisfied with my qualities as a trainer,” he grins as his eyes land on your chest. “I will rock this body until you beg me to stop.”

“What? I-“ this time, you stammer. 

“Next time we train together, I’ll push you beyond your limit, sugar,” Sam purrs. “I’ll rock this body and make you sweat.”

“Sam,” you press your hands to your cheeks, embarrassed. “Don’t say things like that. People will get the wrong idea.”

“Like me wanting to get to know you even better?” he steps closer. “I booked a table for us at the restaurant you mentioned. We should get going, Y/N.”

Sam gently removes your hands from your face. He’s holding your hands for a moment, telling you to take deep breaths.

“Right. We don’t want to be late. I always wanted to try that new restaurant. I just never had the time,” you nervously look at Sam. “Sorry if I’m babbling. It’s been a while since I went on a date. I gave up dating for a while after Brock broke up with me.”

“That ex of yours didn’t deserve you.”

“Let’s not talk about Brock,” you whisper. It’s still an open wound that hasn’t healed as much as you tried. Not the loss of your boyfriend is still hurting you. He was an asshole. That much you realized by now.

It’s more that you can’t look into the mirror without hearing his hurtful words. Excuses to cheat on you. Still, it hurt like hell.

“We will never mention him again,” Sam promises. He intends on making you forget about that man completely tonight. “Let’s go, sugar. I got big plans tonight.”

“Wait. Let me,” Sam hurries to pull the chair for you. “A gentleman always pulls a lady’s chair.” He smiles as you thank him for being attentive. “Sugar.”

Sam pecks your cheek before he turns to take the seat opposite you. “My colleague was right. The restaurant is very nice.” You whisper as Sam hands you the menu. “I love Italian food.”

“I love Italian food too,” he smirks. “That’s why I must train so hard. I have a weakness for pasta of all kinds.”

“Sam, you look like you jumped right out of the Men’s Health magazine,” you tut. “I could train forever, day and night, and will never look like you.”

“Hell, I hope so, baby,” you gasp at the new pet name. 

“Why?” closing the menu you look at Sam. “Do you think I can’t get fitter?”

“Y/N, I love every curve, stretchmark, and pound on you. I imagine laying claim on your body since I hit your cute ass with my basketball. I wanna dunk…” he clears his throat. “I just meant, you should not try to look like someone else.”

“I’ll go for chicken parmesan,” you try to change the topic. “I hope it’s good. My mom makes the best chicken parmesan, you know.”

“I’ll take the same,” he closes the menu. “What do you want for dessert?”

Sam watches you frown. “I shouldn’t eat dessert. I’m on…you know…I just shouldn’t. I try to lose more weight and eat healthier. Tonight is the only exception.”

“I admire you for wanting to live healthier and get fitter, but don’t overdo it, Y/N. We will take small steps. I love me a curvy woman,” he flashes you a smile. “Let’s have a look at the menu later. Maybe you’ll change your mind…”

Dinner is pleasant. No, it’s more than pleasant.

Sam and you make conversation, joke a little and you can’t help but wonder if this is the beginning of something beautiful.

You laugh and smile all the time, forgetting that Brock was ever in your life. 

“Did you like the chicken parmesan?” he asks, nervously looking at your now empty plate. “Please tell me you liked it.”

“Well, it wasn’t my mom’s chicken parmesan, but,” you giggle as Sam sighs deeply, “it was very good. Thank you for bringing me here, Sam.”

“How about another date on Saturday?” Sam is fast to grab your hand. “Please don’t shy away from me, sugar. I know you like me too. Let’s try to turn this good thing between us into something even better.”

“Saturday,” you nod. “I got no plans. We could have dinner at my place. I like to cook.”

“You want to cook for me?” Sam lowers his voice, feelings his cock twitch as he imagines doing more than cooking at the kitchen.

“Only if you want me to. Brock never liked my food,” you bite your tongue. “Sorry. We agreed on not talking about him tonight. It’s just. You’re so different from him.”

He gently squeezes your hand. “We could cook together. I’m not the best cook, but I’d like to help you.”

Sam doesn’t tell you his heart swelled at your comment. It’s the greatest compliment to him that you think he’s a better person than your ex.

“I got this new recipe. Zucchini lasagna,” you excitedly tell Sam about the new cookbook you bought a few weeks ago. He smiles as you keep on talking.

“I’ll get the ingredients, and we will cook together,” he says. His features soften as your lips start to wobble. “Did I say something wrong? Sugar?”

Sam panics a little as you choke out a sob. “It’s…no. I’m sorry,” you wipe your eyes. “He’s here, with that woman. I always wanted to go here with him. Now he brings that woman here, and she’s pregnant.”

You sniffle. “Fuck, he’s looking our way. No. He can’t see me cry over spilled milk. I don’t want him to win.”

“Sugar, I—” Sam gets up from his chair to cup your face. “Play along, Y/N.” Sam presses his lips to yours. You open your mouth and eagerly kiss Sam back. “He has no right to make you cry. If you want to, we will leave the restaurant and have dessert somewhere else.”

“No, Sam,” you peck his lips. “You planned a perfect date. I loved the food and your company. Let’s just ignore them.”

Sam sits back down, sighing as you fight to ignore your ex and his new girlfriend. His pregnant girlfriend.

Still, you fall into an easy conversation after a few moments and ignore Brock’s very existence.

“So, Saturday,” you say. “Is it a date? I know I freaked out a little bit tonight. I just haven’t seen him for months and now the woman he left me for is pregnant. Brock never wanted children. He told me so.”

“Of course, it is a date, Y/N,” Sam grabs your hand to bring it to his lips. He presses a soft kiss on your skin. “I know it’s hard to get over a bad breakup. Let me help you heal.”

“Y/N, is that you?” Sam stiffens as pyour ex suddenly stands at your table. Brock looks you up and down before he turns his attention toward Sam. “Hi, I’m Brock. I guess you are one of Y/N’s colleagues.”

“No,” Sam huffs. “I’m her boyfriend, and we are on a date. If you would please excuse us now. We’d like to go back to making plans for our little gateway this weekend.” 

You hold back a chuckle as Brock grumbles under his breath. “I only wanted to say hi to my ex-girlfriend.”

“You came here. You said hi. Now get lost,” Sam glares at Brock. “You should go back to your girlfriend and leave mine alone, buddy.”

“Fine,” you smirk as Brock storms off. He mutters something under his breath, glaring at you as he sits back down.

“Thank you for lying, Sam,” you whisper.

“I didn’t lie, sugar,” Sam grins from ear to ear. “I’m planning on making you, my girlfriend…”

>> Part 3

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[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Clean Up the Earth Day & International Stuttering Awareness Day & National Make a Dog’s Day

Person A has a bad stutter, so spends all their time around animals and works with people’s pets, since animals are the only ones they can speak clearly too. Person B is a dog handler who teaches their working dogs to pick up litter, and notices Person A has a talent for animal handling, and offers to take them on as an apprentice. So that Person A can learn to give direct and clear orders to the dogs, and slowly develop an inability to speak well with people.