#trainer n/reader

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

N x reader

Based on headcanons!

You and N have been dating for a few years now, yet there was something you’ve surprisingly never told him, and that was the fact that you had managed to catch Arceus. Yes, you had managed to catch Arceus of all Pokemon, which you tend to forget is a rather big deal. How could you forget such an important thing? Not even you knew. Maybe it was due to the fact that Arceus has been staying with you for a while, even before you got together with N.

Arceus had allowed you to capture it as it as it saw you were a kindhearted trainer who helped it when in danger. It also decided that if it had been registered to you and a pokeball, then it could go about its usual way without having to worry about being captured by another trainer, despite being a very powerful pokemon.

You and N were out taking a walk, since you needed to get a few things, and N had nothing else to do so he decided to join you. As you were walking, you had spotted a Galvantula, a pokemon you’ve been looking for but just couldn’t find one for whatever reason.

“N, look..!” You gestured over to the wild Pokemon, which N looked over at. “I’ve been wanting to catch one for a while.” You grabbed Arceus’ luxury ball from your belt/pocket/bag and threw it, releasing the legendary Pokemon from the ball as you got closer to the Elespider Pokemon. N watched the whole thing go down, completely in awe by the fact that you had captured Arceus. Fortunately for you, no one else was around to see this.

“Y/n..?” N spoke up as he walked up to you, now standing by you.

“Yeah?” You looked over as he approached.

“You have Arceus.”

“Yeah, I do.” You then took a moment to think about his words, before responding “oh yeah… I’ve been meaning to tell you about that.” You grabbed an ultra ball from your bag before chucking it at the Galvantula. It shook twice before it broke free.

“Dang it.” You muttered as you held another ultra ball. Arceus dodged out of the way of the Galvantula’s attack before attacking it with Earth Power, weakening the other. While you may have captured Arceus, you don’t treat it like your other pokemon and command it to attack, you just let it attack as it pleases. N seemed a bit surprised by this, but he doesn’t say anything. Or at least, not for now.

“Alright, that should be good now!” You threw another ultra ball at the Galvantula. As you threw it, N heard a voice that you didn’t. It was Arceus, telling the other Pokemon “Stay in the pokeball.” And as the ultra ball tapped the Galvantula, it shook once…

twice…

three times…

And it was caught! You went over to the ultra ball on the ground and looked over at Arceus,

“Thank you for your help!” You went over and pat its leg, since you’re too short to reach its head to give it a head pat. You then looked over at N, chuckling a bit at his expression. He looked so surprised, yet in awe.

“That was incredible, Y/n!”

“Really? I thought you didn’t like seeing other pokemon battle, though.”

“Yes, that may be true, but just… seeing Arceus in battle like that is truly amazing.”

“You think so?”

“Of course. It’s so strong, yet elegant at the same time.”

“I agree.” You smiled softly. “Sorry i forgot to mention it before. I’ve been meaning to, just kept slipping my mind.”

“That’s alright, Y/n, but I’m still curious to the story behind it all.”

“Fair enough. Let’s get going, and I’ll tell you the story on the way home.”

“Very well, then. Let’s go.” You took N’s hand into your own and the two of you started walking back to your place, after returning Arceus to its luxury ball. As you two walked, you told N the story of how you met, befriended, and captured Arceus in the first place.

[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. 

[yup-thats-me]

pump it up!

pairing: pervert!gym!trainer Wi Ha-Joon x dumb!fem!reader

summary: the infamous gym trainer in your city has set his eyes on you!

warning: masturbation, suggestive, dark 18+

a/n: enjoy this as fiction, please. this is not meant to portray the actor in any bad light. it's pure fiction. leave if it makes you uncomfortable. this is the edit that inspired me btw<3

gym!trainer Wi Ha-Joon whose pants felt a bit too tight as soon his eyes landed on you. pink bow prettily tied on your pretty head, matching with the pink sports bra that clung to your chest for the life of it.

gym!trainer Wi Ha-Joon who immediately drops the weights he was lifting, his legs taking him to you. he knew he had to get his hands on you before someone else did, or maybe you were already someone else's? fuck it. he'll take his chances.

"do you need help?" his voice ever so gentlemanly. no one would even imagine how he wanted to push you against the wall and smash his lips with yours, his hands roaming around your body like a hungry beast, oh how he would grind—

"oh yes, please!" you said with that innocent smile. oh how he wanted you to scream his name while he abused your hole

you laid on the weight bench, nervously looking up at the metal bar. you needed to get it done, yes but that doesn't mean you can't be scared. it must be fate that the trainer came to your rescue, almost like an angel.

Ha-Joon smiled, his hands on the rod ready to lift it up if you mess up. the first one was okay, your arms straining, lifting it up. Ha-Joon helped a bit in lifting it up.

like a pervert, he quite enjoyed seeing you strain under the weight. he did not even tried to hide the fact that he was shamelessly staring at you, his eyes hungry.

but you paid no mind, of course. to you, the man was simply a gentleman helping you out. after you were done, Ha-Joon would workout around the same equipments beside you, smiling every now and then and on his toes to help you out.

he would ask for your name before you left, his mind creating images of you under him, begging for him to stop but he of course, won't. later that day, Ha-Joon would make several mistakes. call your name to his clients, dropping barbels mindlessly. what could you say? his mind was filled with you and only you.

one day when you let him take a swig from your bottle, he decided it was a sign from you. from then on, his touches would linger more than appropriate, his hands travelling to places, its all innocently of course.

when you hugged him thanking him for always looking out for you in this unknown environment, it was so hard for him to even breath. however, he was not willing to let the opportunity slide though.

his hands would roam around your back as he diverted your mind with his sweet words and sweet smile. he could only hope then that you won't be able to feel his hard on pressing against you, but if you did, even better.

as soon as you left, he would rush to the gym shower, stroking his cock with the same hand that had been on your skin, your name falling from his lips almost like a spell.

and finally, when one day you came to the gym, not with your usual gym outfit, and your eyes red and lips puffy from crying, he was feeling a bit too happy than he should have. finally, your asshole of a boyfriend had cheated on you. how lovely.

pervert.

[wordsofelie]

🔭mars

part of my observatory event, requested by @dearru <3

iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

summary: you have the biggest crush on your neighbour—turns out he goes to the same gym as you.

content warnings: time skip setting, fluff, iwaizumi hajime is too beautiful for this world

words count: 1.3k

“I swear I’ve never seen something so magnificent,” you say in a fierce whisper.

Your best friend groans on the other end of the call. “Are you talking about that guy again?”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“What is ridiculous?” she asks, already exasperated, hoping you’ll finally change the subject.

“His awesomeness. This morning, he was on his balcony, hanging out the sheets and still he looked so cool and-”

“Oh god, I’m hanging up now.”

She should be used to it by now. For weeks, your not-so-subtle (and maybe slightly overdramatic) crush on your new neighbour has been the only thing on your mind—and on your lips. But you’re not the one to blame. The man is a pleasure to your eyes—in an unfair kind of way.

You first noticed him when he moved in two months ago.

His arms were stacked with cardboard boxes, his short hair was tousled from the summer heat and a few strands were clinging to his forehead. You were heading to the lift when he walked past, barely glancing up as he unlocked the apartment right next to yours. His brows were knitted in a frown, but the moment he noticed you, a quiet smile tugged at his lips. And you swore you’d never seen such beauty before.

You mumbled something like “good morning”, although you don’t even know if it reached his ears since you hastily turned your gaze away and stepped into the lift.

Then, you started noticing him everywhere.

In the hallway, where he nodded politely but never said much. At the mailboxes, where he always grabbed his letters with an effortless coolness. On his balcony, where he stretched after runs, wearing nothing but a tank top and shorts that should probably be illegal.

His balcony isn’t directly aligned with yours—it’s angled just enough that, from your couch, you can see straight into his living room. So really, it’s not your fault if you watch him sometimes. And yes, on the rare nights when you let curiosity get the best of you, you find yourself peeking through your window, catching glimpses of him under the soft glow of his apartment light. Tapping on his laptop. Making coffee. Just being there.

Not that you’re spying. That would be creepy. You’re just—observing.

The gym is the one place where you can let go. Since work has been demanding, you figured exercising might help you find some balance. Physically, maybe—but mentally? Not a chance. Because ever since you laid eyes on him, your mind has been an absolute mess.

Which is how you find yourself, mid-run on the treadmill, calling your best friend for the fourth time this week just to talk about your hot neighbour.

“Wait! Please, don’t leave me alone in this crisis,” you whine into your earphones.

Your best friend sighs. “Crisis? You’re staring at a hot guy and refusing to do anything about it. That’s not a crisis, that’s just cowardness.”

The thought alone makes your heart racing faster in your rib cage. “I am not refusing. I just- I don’t know where to start.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe by asking his name?”

“No, no, no. I could never.”

“Come on, you’ve been eating, sleeping, and breathing this guy for weeks, and you don’t even know his name. I told you—coward.”

You step off the treadmill and catch your breath. Your voice hovers somewhere between a whisper and a complaint as you wipe your forehead with a towel. “Excuse me, but I am not—”

“Hey,” a deep voice interrupts.

Your heart stops.

Your best friend is still talking in your ear, but you don’t hear a word. Slowly, so slowly, you turn your head—

And he’s there.

Right in front of you.

All lean muscle, sun-kissed skin, and olive-green eyes that are even more stunning up close.

Since when does he come to your gym?

“I, uh-hi,” you stammer, yanking out an earbud.

He nods toward the treadmill. “Are you still using this?”

"Yes-I mean no. I-I…"

The corner of his lips turns upwards. “Yes or no?”

Everything in your head seems to come out scrambled, in the wrong order. "No! I mean-I'm done! It’s all yours!"

“Is it your neighbour?” Your best friend, still very much on the call, says. She doesn’t wait for your answer to add, "Ask his name."

"Shut up!" you blurt out and you feel heat scorching your face when you realise what you said out loud. You wave your hands in panic and rush to explain, “Oh my god, not you. Sorry”

Your neighbour looks somewhere between amused and mildly concerned. "Uh… right. Thanks." He still remains polite, almost too kind even though you just made a fool of yourself.

And just like that, he steps onto the treadmill, setting up his workout while you remain frozen in pure, undiluted mortification.

You spin on your heel and flee.

And for the next week, you avoid the gym like the plague and close your curtains.

It’s late Friday evening when the universe decides to ruin you again.

You step into the apartment complex’s lift, pressing the button for your floor. Just as the doors begin to close, a hand shoots out, stopping them.

You don’t even have time to react before he steps in.

The hot neighbour, whose name still remains a mystery.

He barely spares you a glance as he enters—until his eyes flick toward you, lingering just long enough for a smirk to tug at the corner of his mouth.

"You quit the gym?" he asks after a moment of silence.

You nearly choke. "What? No! I’ve just been… busy. With work. I work a lot… these days."

His smirk deepens. "Right. Then that’s even more reason to go back. It's good not only for physical health, but also for mental health.”

You clear your throat, grasping for composure. “You talk like a true professional.”

His eyes widen, you’re not sure why but he suddenly seems uncomfortable. He scratches the back of his neck and his eyes fall to the ground. “Sorry, that sounded like I’m mansplaining or something.”

“Not at all.” You smile a little. “But I guess I don’t have much of a choice now, do I?”

He immediately lifts his eyes and there's relief on his face, the frown that had formed a few seconds earlier, go away. You can see him tilting his head slightly, considering you.

"I’m going tomorrow morning. You coming?"

You swallow. "I-yeah. Sure."

"Cool," he says easily. Then, after a beat, "Wanna grab a coffee after?"

Your heart stumbles.

"Like… together?"

He huffs a quiet laugh. "Yeah. I mean, no pressure, you can totally say no."

You open your mouth, then close it again. A week ago, you were a coward who wished to never bump into him again. And now—now—he’s standing in a lift, casually inviting you for coffee like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

"I-yeah. That’d be nice."

The lift dings. He steps aside, letting you go first. It only takes a few steps to reach your door, but somehow, it feels incredibly long. You finally turn to wish him a good night, but his voice cuts through the quiet first.

“Oh, and I’m Iwaizumi, by the way. Nice to meet you.”

You take a second to breathe in his words, his name.

You say yours in return—and you swear you see his cheeks redden just a little.

"Then, see you tomorrow, neighbour." He exclaims, throwing you one last glance over his shoulder.

And just like that, he disappears into his apartment.

While you stand there, staring after him, pulse thudding in your ears.

You finally know the name of your hot neighbour.

And he just asked you on a date.

You call your best friend that night to tell her everything. “What should I wear? More like casual? Or classy?” You ask her at some point.

Though she’s away, you can sense the smile on her face. “Gosh, I really should get paid for this.”

a/n: writing for iwaizumi hajime 27 athletic trainer is the best therapy

special tag for @sahrii im glad i can share my iwa obsession with you <3

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Navigation : midnight records! the starlight EP! haikyuu EP!

"OFF LIMITS" — Iwaizumi Hajime

a/n : @sahrberrii i saw your post, this one is for you 🫶 content : IWAIZUMI HAJIME (27) ATHLETIC TRAINER. olympics au. jealousy jealousy. man who cannot take a hint. established rls. 743 words.

He hadn’t expected you to say yes that day. He’d rehearsed it badly—asked you out after a long day in the Tokyo gym, voice hoarse from yelling about hydration protocols, barely able to meet your eyes. He was the definition of restraint. Serious. Focused. Not the kind of guy who flirted or the kind of guy who made moves on coworkers.

But you—how could he resist you ? You, with your calm eyes and quiet confidence, who never asked him for more than he could give but made him want to give everything anyway. You, who looked at him like you already knew—knew—that he’d fall, and still waited for him to take the step. And when he finally asked you out, you said yes. Like it wasn’t a risk. Like you already knew what he hadn’t said.

That was three years ago.

Now you shared schedules, shared long-haul flights, shared a toothbrush cup in a half-lit Tokyo apartment—and nobody knew but the two of you. He liked it that way, not secret. Just private, something yours.

The Olympics were loud. Crowded. Full of people with wandering eyes and inflated confidence. Which is why he noticed the Swedish athletic trainer before you did. He wasn’t stupid—he recognized the type. Too friendly. Too many questions. Too much time spent loitering near your table before matches.

You didn’t entertain it. You were cordial. Professional. Not flirty—not even close. Hajime knew your real laugh, your real face when you were interested. And this wasn’t it. But still. The guy kept coming back. Japan’s volleyball team just won their match against Sweden, the tension was lifting off your shoulders as you packed up cooling wraps and checked rosters. And there he was, again. Iwaizumi didn’t hear the words. Didn’t care about them. He only saw the moment when the man reached out—hand on your arm, light but casual. Too casual. Too familiar. He watched you stiffen. That was enough. He didn’t call your name. He just crossed the floor, slow and controlled, cutting through the buzz of trainers and athletes like the room had parted just for him. You looked up when he reached you, eyes already knowing. He stepped between you and the man—not aggressive, not dramatic. “You should take your hand off her,” he said. Not a suggestion but there was a threat. The man’s hand dropped. “Didn’t mean anything. We were just talking—”

“Well she’s clearly not interested,” Hajime said. “She hasn’t been all day.” The man gave a breathy laugh, then took a step back. “My mistake.” Hajime didn’t watch him leave. He turned to you instead, reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear—slow, careful. Then leaned in and kissed your cheek.

The contact was brief but it was loud. You raised a brow, once the silence settled again. “That was subtle.” He didn’t smile. “I saw him touch you.” You tilted your head. “Thought we weren’t doing this at work.”

“We’re not.” His voice was low. “But that wasn’t work. That was someone forgetting where he stands.” He didn’t wait for you to speak again—just nodded toward the staff corridor. You followed without a word. The door to the trainer’s room closed behind you. The light buzzed above. The cold air bit at the back of your neck.

And then he kissed you like it was the only thing keeping him together. Not rushed. Not angry. Just deep. Needy. His hands at your waist, your hips, grounding him. You sighed into it, hands curling into his collar, pulling him closer. “You’re tense,” you breathed.

“I watched him circle you all damn day.”

“I handled it.”

“I know,” he said. Another kiss. Firmer. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to break his face.” You laughed softly, then let your forehead press to his. “You never get like this.”

“I do. I just don’t let anyone see it.”

His thumb brushed your jaw. His voice dropped lower. “You’ve been mine for three years. You think I don’t notice when someone touches what’s mine?” Your breath caught. He kissed you again—slower this time, but no less intense. Like he was making sure you remembered it too.

“You’re mine,” he said. “And I don’t care if we never say it out loud—but if someone forgets, I will make them remember.” You nodded once and then you kissed him back, like you’d always known he’d be the one to draw the line the moment someone else tried to cross it.

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✩ Work it Out

✩ gym trainer!toji x fem!reader

accidents happen, right?

✩ tags: aphrodisiacs, mating press, multiple creampies, overstimulation, sensitivity, raw sex, rough sex, submissive toji, dominate reader, squirting, etc…

note: a little short, but it’s a good one !

it was an accident, right? you swore you checked the label. right?

then how come….no you surely hadn’t….

oh, you’re fucked. so very fucked.

you were at your trainer’s private gym, taking a break after your most intense workout—when your trainer, toji, asked you to run into his office to get his vitamins. "black bottle with a white label, should say Vitamin-A on it.” he told you, but when you got to his office, there were two bottles that met the criteria.

‘that helps a lot, toji.’ you said to yourself, trying to figure out which one he needed—but you weren’t given enough time to decide as he yelled for you to hurry up. so, you grabbed one of the bottles, grabbed two of the pink colored pills and raced back into the gym; giving him the pills.

little did you know, those were the wrong pills.

“let’s try benching 150 this time, I’ll spot you” Toji spoke and you immediately laid down onto the leather bench, while he stood over you; counting as you lifted the heavy weights.

but, as you kept your eyes on him, you could tell something was wrong—way wrong. you could see the perspiration glistening on his tan skin and how it looked like he was strained—not to mention the fat bulge shadowing your eyes.

you finished your set and immediately sat up afterwards. maybe you were hallucinating…was it always that big?

“let’s….—mhm��work on your squats” he grunted, holding back a moan that had crawled up his throat. you gave him a look before looking away, getting ready to start on your squats. he handed you two dumbbells and you got started, counting the sets as you moved.

toji watched you as your toned body moved up and down, his eyes slowly falling onto your ass; watching it jiggle as you bounced back up. he groaned again, and fixed himself underneath his dark grey calvin klein sweats—thoughts running rampant about how your ass would look bouncing on something st—what the fuck was going on with him? what did he take? he had to focus and get rid of that hard boner, he tried so hard to hide.

“your form is all wrong,” he grunted and stood behind you, holding your sides and spreading your feet apart—trying so hard to not cum in his spot.

“like this fushiguro?” you asked coyly, your cheeks brushing up against his cock—causing an unexpected orgasm to course through his body, making him cream his black underwear on the spot.

his deep blue eyes widened and he backed up from you, realizing what was happening now. “y/n, what did you give me?” you could hear whimper leave his mouth and you immediately put down the dumbbells, standing close to him—his musky scent overpowering your nose.

“hm? the vitamins you asked me to give you—what’s the matter?” you touched his bicep and he let out a low moan, making your eyes widen and something down below awaken inside you.

“did you ready the whole botttle—shit—you gave me an aphrodisiac!” now this time, your eyes were the one to widen. you back up and took a good look at the buff male—seeing how hard he was trying to maintain control of himself, but that control was weakening by the second.

“how was i supposed to know! your labeling fucking sucks and everything looks the same in your office!” you poked at his chest, your body unbelievably close to his, and the feeling of your body radiating heat against his—had him melting. he couldn’t fight it anymore, he had to cum; in you, on you and all over you.

he lowered his eyes down to your chest, his cock twitching in his pants; watching it bounce with each movement you made. you followed his trail and you couldn’t help but smirk as an idea popped up into your pretty little head.

“no use for you trying to wait this out, let me do what i can to make this alllll better,” you dragged out, grabbing his hand and leading him over to one of the benches. you raised up the side he laid on and kneeled down, becoming eye level with his raging boner. your mouth watered at the sight of his cock pressing against his cotton pants, eager to be released from its confinements.

there was many times where you fantasized about fucking your trainer—many times. he was hot and was just your type, everything about him oozed sex and you just wanted to see what it was all about.

toji said nothing, lidded eyes watching you push down his sweat pants, and peeling his stained briefs along with it—causing him to hiss, the coolness from the hair combining with his cream coated cock—sent chills on his lower half. but you payed no attention to that, your focus was on some thing else—his fat cock they sprang to life in front of you; nearly hitting you in the face.

“so big…!” you moaned softly, thighs pressing together as you watched it jump slightly; mouth salivating at the sight. you wasted no time and tore off your shirt, and slipped him right underneath your sports bra—and right between your soft plushy mounds.

he let out a low growl, cock twitching and spurting out another milky white load right across your breasts. the affects of the aphrodisiacs had left him sensitive and vulnerable—the perfect recipe to make your cunt gush.

with a swipe of your finger, you took a nice slather of his cum and slipped it right into your mouth—moaning at the bitter, yet sweet taste.

“good boyyy. gna give me two more all over my pretty tits?” he nodded, biting his lip and watching you squeeze his cock between your tits; the softness from them, driving him insane. your gripped them, bringing them up and down onto his cock—his flush pink tip disappearing and reappearing each time.

the mix of your cum and sweat added a nice lubricant against your soft breasts, making it feel like nirvana for him, and the older male couldn’t help but cum once more—a thicker load splurting out on your soft body. you hummed and continued to work your boobs around him, this time you wrapped your mouth around his wet tip—giving him the best blow job he’s ever had. everything about this was mind blowing and thanks to the aphrodisiac; he was cumming another load onto you—a loud primal growl leaving his lips, his seed flowing down your throat; swallowing it completely.

you pulled away with a loud pop noise, a trail of spit with a mix of his cum followed your plump lips—face showing nothing but sheer arousal when you did. you pulled your cum coated tits away from his still hard cock, unzipping the sports bra in back; before letting it fall to the ground. he watched as you peeled your biker shorts off, the fabric clinging to your plush—muscled skin—before making a home on the gym’s wooden floors.

the small strip of fabric, you called panties, was coated with your essence—sticking to your slick coated lips as you slowly peeled it off and tossed it in your small clothing pile. you climbed onto the bench with him and hovered over his throbbing cock, a line of spit dropping out of your mouth and onto his shaft, which you rubbed on it—adding more wetness to it.

“im on birth control, so you can cum inside me as many times as you’d like~” grabbing his veiny shaft and guiding it to your entrance, spreading your lips apart and pushing him deep inside. you let out a breathy moan to hide the pain that followed, as he filled you up to the brim with nothing but his fat dick.

toji groaned and his hands immediately went to your hips, his own bucking upwards to hit the deepest part of you—tummy starting to bulge from his cock. “fuck…” you let out, holding onto his arms before remembering that you were in control here—you were going to make him cum repeatedly until he couldn’t no more.

quickly getting used to his girth, you got up on your tip toes and began to ride him; his grip on your hips falling and his pretty purple eyes rolled back into his head. “gonna cum for me already? so sensitive baby….”

you rolled your hips, his dick rubbing against your spot—making a strew of moans fly from your lips. a lewd squelching noise began to echo throughout the gym, along with the faint clinking of the bench the two of you were currently fucking on. his dick twitched inside of you and you rocked your hips faster, bringing another orgasm to crash down onto him.

“y/n…..!~” he groaned out making your clit throb, his voice an absolute turn on for you.

you continued to ride him, milking every last grip from him—not sparing him some time to recover before his next one came. the fat, squishiness of your ass felt amazing each time it hit his potent balls, driving the both of you insane. he could feel your walls spasming and he pushed your torso down onto his, jackhammering your cunt anew.

curse after curse you let out, babbling incoherent words while you creamed all over his dick—orgasm hitting you hard, while he continued to pound you. and after your body shook repeatedly, he sat and up and flipped the two of you over—your back now pressed against the warm leather.

“wait! toji, I just—FUCK!”

your legs were spread apart, while his cock was pushed so deep inside of you—his ball hit your sloppy cunt each time he pumped. he couldn’t take it anymore, you wanted to drain his cock? he was going to fuck you absolutely stupid.

“running from it? tch, what was all that shit you pulled earlier?” he pulled your hips back as you tried to wiggle away, grunting; his face serious while his scarred lips fixed into a smirk.

“too m-much….fuck—take some out,~” he ignored your request, his face between your pretty tiddies as he continued to train your pussy. he was going to train and mold your cunt just like he’s been doing with your body the last couple of weeks, so she could fit around him and him only.

“gna fuhcum’ sooo much for yyyou” toji couldn’t help but chuckle at how you sounded, so drunk off his cock.

“go ahead. cum for me like a good girl and I’ll make your tummy full of my cum, that’s what you want?” you nodded, grabbing your feet so he could reach deeper inside of your cunt. you needed all of him.

with a few more hard pumps, you were seeing white—back arching off the bench, cunt gushing clear streams of your essence—splashing against his balls and his stomach. and now he was at his limit, no longer wanting to fight against the euphoric feeling the pills gave him—he gave you once last load; pumping your pretty pussy with thick white ropes.

his huge body shook, before he pulled out of you; some of his cum landing onto your stomach; warning the sweaty, pudgy skin.

big, rough hands gave your leaking pussy a smack—before they wrapped around you and picked you up; leading you to the gym’s showers—so he could clean you up and the two of you could go a few more rounds after that.

[milkteabinniechan]

♡muscle memory - changbin

MINORS DNI 18+ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: personal trainer! Changbin x afab reader

summary: New Year, New You. You signed up for a gym membership and it even includes a personal trainer! But this personal trainer is so sexy and so good with his tongue...

warnings: sex, sex, sex, shower sex, size difference!!, praise and motivation

Just a few more. You're almost there, come on…

Changbin held your ankles as you finished your last rep. Your last set of ten. Sweat dripped from every inch of your skin. Every muscle was screaming at you. Angry. Your body was angry. You let out one final huff and sat up, slinging your arms over your knees. Changbin patted your back.

“Great job, champ.”

“Fuck off, beefcake.” You spat back, an exhausted smirking lingering on your lips. You had paid for a full year membership at your local gym. The sexy, muscular, absolutely gorgeous personal trainer was just a bonus. But something unexpected had happened while you were working out together, you actually enjoyed it. Changbin motivated you in a way that made you feel powerful and in control. He never faltered with the compliments or telling you how proud he was of you.

You had never really spent this much time with a man, especially a “gym bro” that was so positive and sensitive. He pushed you but never too much. The way he touched your body, his hand running down the length of your back, made your head spin.

You knew it was inappropriate to flirt. So you never did. You were strictly there to exercise. But every once and a while, your mind would wander while you did your morning stretches with him. You'd imagine him coming up behind you while you held the downward dog pose, his hands gripping your hips and pressing you into his clothes cock. The bulge rubbing and pushing into the thin material of your spandex shorts.

You okay?

You snapped your mind out of your current daydream and locked eyes with Changbin who was standing in front of you, confusion painted across his soft features.

“Yeah, sorry. I'm good.” You give him a quick smile and a thumbs up before moving to the next workout in your routine.

Changbin watched as you moved over to the chest press machine. You positioned yourself just like he taught you and placed your arms on either side of the padded bars before pulling in towards your chest. Changbin sighed heavily. This workout was always the most difficult for him to watch. The way it spread your arms open, the way you breathed and whimpered softly at each counted rep. The noises. God the noises you would make were enough to send him into an animalistic grunting mess. He clenched his fists tight as he watched you strain and pull your arms together and then back out.

“Good. That's good. Just a few more. You're doing great.”

You breathed heavily at Changbin's words. His praise shooting straight to your tightly wound core. You hoped that your panting would be disguised as just an intense workout and not from you picturing Changbin praising you like that while you rode him like a goddamn elliptical machine.

You let your arms fall limp as you finished your last set. Changbin smiled at you softly and told you to hit the showers as he did every time. You returned his sweet smile and the two of you made your way to your respective locker rooms. You paused for a moment as you saw a cellphone on the floor mat. You recognized the phone right away and knew it was Changbin's. He was terrible at keeping track of his phone, so you swiftly picked it up off of the floor and walked towards the men's locker room.

Whether it was the high from working out or possible dehydration, you walked carefree into the men's locker room without thinking, and came face to face with your personal trainer. Changbin locked eyes with you, only a dark blue pair of briefs covering him now. He stood frozen, his thumbs hooked in the waistband. You registered his entire form. His chiseled body was glistening with a sweat that matched your own. The muscles in his abdomen twitched and flexed as your eyes roamed over his perfect frame.

Everything in your brain was telling you to leave. To apologize for intruding. To politely bow and walk away. But your body; your aching, desperate, needy body was screaming at you again. Screaming and clawing and begging. You knew you couldn't ignore that screaming for one more second. You started slow, walking towards him with caution. You waited for any sign of hesitation or resistance, but there was none. Changbin's eyes moved down to your feet and watched you walk towards him. An intense heat started to pool in the pit of his stomach.

“You left your pho-” but your words were cut short as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his hard body. The rush of endorphins was making it impossible for him to resist you any longer.

Your tongue tangled with his in a sloppy, messy dance as you pressed your body harder into his. His mouth swallowed up your every moan, his hands moving up your back and traveling into your hair. Your hips moved instinctively into his, desperate for more friction. He made quick work of your clothes and pulled them off in one fast motion. He lifted you up and wrapped your legs around him. He held you effortlessly with one arm and carried you over to the showers. You helped him turn on the faucet and shut the curtain, hoping that the sound of rushing water would drown out some of the noise. But the moment Changbin pulled his cock out of his briefs, you knew that no amount of noise could drown out the sounds he was going to pull out of you. He saw the look on your face as you watched with wide eyes, his cock twitching and bouncing to be inside of you. He smiles proudly at your expression before trailing his gaze down to your entrance. He slid in slow, taking his time to fill you properly. You winced and held your breath at the initial shock of pressure. He was huge. And your body needed a minute to adjust to the size of him. You flung your arms around his neck and buried your face into his chest as he continued to slide inch by inch. Opening you up like a flower, he gripped your thighs and took his time.

“That's it, just a little more. You're doing great.” His voice was low and gruff.

That familiar praise rang through you like a bell and you felt your entire body tense up in the most delicious way.

Changbin could feel you opening up for him. The unspoken invitation to quicken his speed a bit. He didn't hesitate at all, his hips rutting into you faster than before. You moaned out loudly and let your head fall back against the cool wall of the shower tile. He continued this pace, pushing you further into the wall, the sound of water echoing around you. This was the only workout you ever wanted to do. You silently wondered how many reps he would make you do.

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[haikyu-mp4]

Cooling down – Iwaizumi x reader wc 968 – f!reader hockey player x figure skater au

warning: toxic boyfriend Iwa who eventually gets his shit together

“I don’t like it,” Iwaizumi grumbled, the bench rumbling as he sat down. It felt like the equivalent of a child stomping.

No matter how much you loved your boyfriend, you realised lately that he didn’t have the same respect for figure skating as he did for hockey. While fighting on the ice was a respectable part of his sport, dancing with a male partner was apparently not a respectable part of yours.

You sighed and turned away without another word, demonstrating your own temperament in the way you skated up to Oikawa, your male partner for the rest of the semester, and quickly held up your arms to signal for him that no more words would be exchanged on the matter. Had you been in an anime, Oikawa would have visible sweat on the side of his face from the tension alone.

Iwaizumi stayed quiet for the most part, never once looking away and eventually crossing his arms to make sure you knew he wasn’t happy. Meanwhile, you kept a neutral face as if it didn’t bother you at all, even smiling at Oikawa from time to time in hopes it would calm him down.

Which worked very well until it didn’t.

“Oikawa!” Iwaizumi yelled at a particular lift where Oikawa had to support your bum while you moved around. The male figure skater lost his focus, taking in a sharp breath just as he lost his hold. You did your best to recover, almost catching yourself, but the speed of the move had you tumbling to the ground anyway. After you landed with an ouf, Oikawa quickly rushed to check on you.

Predictably, he was shoved out of the way. You groaned at the ache in your shoulder but spared some energy to glare at your boyfriend.

“Are you okay, baby?” he cooed. He didn’t give you much choice as he helped you up, but you didn’t answer. Back on your feet, you looked around to find Oikawa looking on guiltily. You smiled at him as convincingly as possible before waving him over to you. “What are you doing? Let me help you,” Iwaizumi urged and held your hand. Oikawa followed your lead to support you, advancing towards the entrance. You glanced back at Iwaizumi, shaking your head.

“I need a break. From us.”

You hadn’t talked to Iwaizumi since then. The distance clawed at your heart, but it gave you the mental space to focus on this competition with Oikawa. Of course, he never made advances on you; you were just friends.

“Is he coming to see the performance tonight?” he asked as you were cooling down after the final rehearsal.

You shrugged looking to the side as if he would come storming in. “I hope so.”

Iwaizumi’s hands were tucked deep in his pockets as he entered the arena, looking around for a seat where he could be alone but still have a good view. At the same time, his eyes were scanning the crowds for any sign of you.

Alas, you were nowhere to be found. The only clue he had was the flyer they handed him when he entered, picturing all the contestants. He dared scowl at the picture of you and Oikawa but shook his head to rid of the thought. Maybe he didn’t understand why you chose to compete in this event, but like hell he’d miss it.

While his heart begged him to do something when you got on the ice, he appreciated the performance from a respectful distance just like everyone else did, clapping more than necessary any time the crowd seemed to agree on it.

Thoughts swirled inside his head, and while they were usually shaped like hockey sticks and pucks, they just calling your name now. How amazing were you to skate like that? Why had he not been kissing the ground you walk on? You’re the most gorgeous person he had ever seen, and perhaps he forgot that in the midst of knowing you were already his.

The bouquet resting in his lap wasn’t as big as the one you got for winning second place, but it did contain all your favourites. As he got up from his seat at the end of the event, he was shaking his body to loosen the nerves, careful of the flowers in his right hand. He made his way toward the hallway you had gone down, not giving anyone attention if they weren’t the one he was looking for.

“Y/n.”

You turned, the skirt of your costume swishing with you. Giving your friends a heads up that you would meet them outside, you finally approached him. “Haji.”

Iwaizumi held out the flowers and cleared his throat, feeling out of his element. “Congratulations. You were first place in my eyes, I can’t believe I never took the time to watch you.” He shook his head, thinking back to when he insisted on watching so Oikawa wouldn’t try anything. “Properly watch you, I mean.”

Sighing, you smiled softly and accepted the flowers before pulling him into a hug with your free arm. He embraced you with both of his, snuggling his face into your neck and leaving a brief peck.

“I knew you puckheads were stupid, but if you ever disrespect me like that again…” you warned, but still returned the affection with a kiss on his cheek.

He took a deep breath of relief, rubbing where his hands sat at the low of your back. “You got it, boss. Maybe I could learn a thing or two from these guys.”

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa greeted from behind him, and you chuckled at how Iwaizumi’s shoulders raised. “I could teach you any time. Dating the hottest girl in town and you can’t even-”

Okay, maybe Oikawa was asking for this one.

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[platinumrosetail]

Hi! I have one more Genshin Impact request! This one is once again crossing over with Pokemon, but this time it's with SAGAU.

It begins like other SAGAU fics. Reader lands in Teyvat and immediately gets called an imposter, but the moment they're attacked... she summons her level 100 Garchomp from pokemon platinum.

Basically she's able to summon pokemon to help her get away from everyone out to get her.

But the main part of this request is well Fontaine. I'm basing it off an old SAGAU post where the higher bond you had with the characters you have, the more they know you're not the imposter. I don't where this post is, but yeah.

So basically Reader mainly uses Fontaine characters, even spends a lot of time in Fontaine during her playthrough. So playable Fontaine characters and Fontaine as a whole, NPCs and the like, all know she's the creator and welcome her.

Cue the biggest open secret ever to be seen in Teyvat. While all the other nations are trying to find the 'imposter', Fontaine is just vibing. "What imposter? Never seen them."

Oh and I would prefer it to be Neuvillette x Reader please.

Ok 👍! Love the idea and yea I remember that post! 😁 also there are some adding things like wriosthley and such that happened between me and them.

Warning: noob author, female reader, imposter au, yandere characters, and others.

Characters: neuvillette, and wriosthley.

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you weren't expecting to get isekai'd into genshin especially with it being in the imposter au you read for it which usually have a false creator on the throne or no one on it yet which would be the case as you never heard the characters chasing you mention anyone on the throne.

thankfully before you were chased you did a little experiment by making a cut that was deep enough to draw blood but not life threatening to see if this was a sagau au or not, which by the gold blood you suddenly had means that yes you're in a sagau au, just need to find out which one.

that was easy as the first step you took in one of the nations they started chasing you and not in the 'your grace, we love you!' but instead in the 'want to kill you, imposter!' way so it was easy to see that you were in the imposter au.

you decided to try something that you never seen being used in the sagau imposter au fanfics you read before. that something would be summon a pokemon; a garchomp to be specific, a garchomp you had in pokemon platinum that was at level 100 when you finished the game, you'd think what with summoning garchomp would prove that you were their creator but nope that failed as they blame you for stealing the creator's; you, power.

you summoned your hoopa to teleport you to a different land besides the ones that attacked you which were; mondstadt, liyue, inazuma, and natlan. sumeru and fontaine were the only ones to have not chase you so you decided to go to one of them, you chose fontaine as they had your favorite characters in that nation you just cross you fingers that they aren't like the other nations as you would like to relax and hang with your favorite characters in your favorite nation.

upon making it to fontaine you decided to stay out of sight in the areas that would either have no one but mobs or on occasion treasure hunters ot fatui; you of course avoided both treasure hunters as they would go for your most likely bounty and the fatui as they're out right dangerous even if you had pokemon with you. so you mostly stuck to yourself with your pokemon and sometimes the mobs when they come by.

what you didn't know was while you were having fun with some water type pokemon like primirina, milotic, finizen, and palafin zero you were spotted and being watched by some melusines who were a daughter to one of your husbandos neuvillette. the melusines that saw you immediately reported you to their father but not out of malicious intent.

no, the melusines reported you to their father so that you wouldn't get hurt anymore from other nations as they heard what was happening and they could tell that you were the real creator that was being chased after wrongfully.

so now you're met with neuvillette the next time you go to the beach with some other water types; so as to give all of them your love. you were about to take a sprint and just run to the desert parts of sumeru if you needed to flee from fontaine when neuvillette stops you and told you that he won't hurt you.

you were almost skeptical but remembered that he wouldn't trick you as that wouldn't be like him even if you weren't the creator and was actually the imposter. so you followed him to fontaine.

you were heavily surprised that fontaine knew you were the creator but you guessed that since in some sagau fanfics there are a narion or two that knows your the real deal and not the imposter the rest of the nations believes. as a gift you decided to have some kalos pokemon help out and such, like furfrou, slurpuff, gogoat, and much more.

while sleeping you somehow created a baby lugia like the one from the anime of pokemon. you weren't expecting it so you were quite shocked when you found the little guy when you woke up. furina had dubbed it yours and neuvillette's child which made both you and him blush. oh, yeah, you and neuvillette are in a relationship and not too long after meeting wriothesley he also joined your's and neuvillette's relationship.

you had also given a few people some pokemon coordinated to them, like with furina you had given her a popplio and milcery. with neuvillette you given him a oshawott; who was named neuvillette the second by furina, a shiny vaporeon; that was mates to your sylveon as well to another, and for wriothesley, a sinistea, glaceon; who was also your sylveon and neuvillette's vaporeon's mate, and a sandshrew.

you were shocked to come to find out that the fatui believse you're the creator as well like fontaine, you found out bcause of both childe and arlecchino both told you when they had made a meeting that couldn't be denied. you also found out that nahida and the wanderer also knows you're the creator by a letter sent from her to you.

(going to leave up to yall on if the rest of sumeru believes you're the creator as well or not.)

you and furina had some fun doing contest once you introduced them to her, sometimes collaborating with her, you also taught them about gym and regular pokemon battles but the contests were more popular which was understandable.

thankfully the traveler was in on you being the creator and helped protect you sometimes, in return you tried giving them advice on where they could possibly find their sibling as they haven't made it to natlan yet, so when the other nations asked the traveler if they had seen the 'imposter' they and paimon lied and said no.

you heard from furina on how some traveling merchants were taking a trip here but encountered a gyarodos; which they didn't know that, that jumped over the boat before going to it's trainer which was a child, that had mystified the traveling merchant. you and her laughed very much at that story as that was very hilarious to hear.

you decided to give nhida and wanderer a little gift for being nice and not thinking you were the imposter, so you got nahida a shayman and wanderer a mimikyu.

sometimes one of the archons that still believes you're the 'imposter' would come by to ask if anyone in fontaine had seen the 'imposter' so neuvillette and wriothesley hides you down in the fortress of miropede until said archon leaves. thankfully for when a archon tries to use their powers like venti for example, nature hides you by not giving venti the answer he needs from the wind as whenever he comes the wind would stop until he leaves.

(a/n: and done! hope y'all enjoyed!! i quite like how this turned out, i always enjoy a pokemon!reader crossover so i was very happy when i received this request, just wished there were more of them; probably not with genshin at the moment a i'm getting a little burnt out as i just now made 3 genshin requested post, now if it's another fandom x genshin!reader then i think i could do that. anyway, hope yall liked it and have a wonderfull day/evening/night!!!)

[click4rainy]

Yeah, whatever.

👽: He’s a cutie patootie FR. Had the BIGGEST crush on him when Ultra Sun came out. Have the biggest crush on him now. TEEHEE 🤭

✅:Proof Read

🖇️:Guzma x Reader (ROM Fic)

⚠️:(SFW), Fluffy, love hate relationship, he’s a big dumb bully that “totally” hates you. Slow slow burn. Rivals to lovers? Or enemies to lovers? Something like thatt

★ The sun hung lazily in the sky over Route 11, casting soft rays across the tall, waving grass. You were crouched low, gently coaxing a Cutiefly so you could add it to your Pokedex entry. The buzzing pokemon flitted about, wings shimmering in the light, but eventually settled on a large rock nearby, holding still just long enough for you to get a proper shot of it.

★ “Gotcha,” you whispered, standing up to brush the dirt from your knees.

★ “Ahww, look at you. Real impressive,” a familiar, grating voice drawled behind you.

★ You sighed, already knowing who it was without needing to turn around.

★ “Guzma,” you greet him flatly, as if his sudden appearance was just as normal as a Pidgey flying overhead…

★ Nothing better than the self proclaimed “Gang leader” of Team Skull approaching you. He had a knack for that it seemed. What a thorn in your side.

★ He stepped out from behind a tree, leaning casually against the trunk as he folded his arms over his chest. His white dyed hair sticking out wildly, matching perfectly with that fuck all attitude he always carried.

★ “You really got nothin’ better to do than babysit bugs out here?” He smirked, tilting his head to watch the Cutiefly dart away. “What, you tryna be a professor now? Fillin’ that Pokédex all proper?”

★Glancing up at him, almost chronically unimpressed with him at this point. “Yeah, some of us like helping out, you know. Not everything’s about causing trouble.”

★ “Tch—Sounds boring.” He kicked a pebble across the path, eyes flicking toward you in a way he hoped you didn’t notice.

★ But…you noticed. It was hard not to, considering how used to his antics you were. The sneering, the teasing. But something about the way he kept showing up around you, especially when you were obviously out by yourself. It made you wonder…

★ “Uh huh,” you replied dryly, stepping further down the route as if to leave him behind. “If it’s so boring, why are you here?”

★ “Pfft—i ain’t here for you,” he retorted quickly, catching up with you in three strides. “I’m just—ya know—scouting. This place’s on Skull’s uh, radar.”

★ You couldn’t control the lift in your brows, amusement coloring your features. “Really? Hm. Last i checked, Cutiefly weren’t exactly rare treasures for your big schemes.”

★ Guzma frowned, clicking his tongue. “Maybe I just like walkin’ around. Got a problem with that?”

★ You snort softly at his stupid, almost charming, defensiveness. Shaking your head, “No, no problem here. I just think its kinda funny how you always ‘happen’ to be wherever I am.”

★ His steps faltered for half a second before he regained his composure, shoving his hands into his pockets with a scowl. “You think too much, ya know that?”

•••

★ The two of you kept walking, the silence stretching out, broken only by the occasional rustling of wild Pokémon in the grass. It wasn’t uncomfortably awkward, though. Guzma, despite his reputation, had this strange way of being tolerable when he wasn’t actively trying to irk you.

★ As you crouched to inspect another little Pokémon, Guzma shifted from foot to foot behind you. Clearly restless.

★ “So…what, you really enjoy all this?” He asked suddenly, nodding at the Pokédex in your hand.

★ “I do.” You simply replied with a small shrug. “I like learning about Pokemon, helping them when i can…guess its just the way i am, i dunno.” You nonchalantly say.

★ Guzma scoffed, but his usual venom wasn’t there. “Figures. Bet youre the type to give a Potion to a wild Rattata or somethin’.”

★ “Maybe,” you replied with a small smile.

★ He stayed quiet after that, watching as you worked. After a while, you stood up and stretched your arms above your head.

•••

★ “Alright, I think i’m done for today.”

★ “Bout time,” Guzma grumbled, though he made no move to leave. “You headin’ back?”

★ “Yeah. You…wanna walk with me?”

★ His eyes narrowed suspiciously, like you asked him to confess his deepest secret or something. “And why, would i do that?”

★ “Because you clearly have nothing better to do.” You sigh, rolling your eyes at him.

★ Guzma opened his mouth for a snarky comeback but shut it just as quickly. Staring at you for a long second, his brows furrowing before shrugging dramatically.

★ “Fine, but don’t get any ideas. I ain’t bein’ nice or nothin’. Just…bored”

★ “Sure, sure.” You bite back a grin as you side glance him.

★ The two of you walked down the path, the heat of the afternoon sun easing into a cooler breeze. A flock of wingull circled overhead, their caws blending into the soft hum of the route. Guzma kicked at the dirt, his hands shoved deep into his hoodie pockets.

★ “So,” you began, glancing at him from the corner of your eye, “how long are you gonna keep pretending you don’t like hanging out with me?”

★ His head snapped towards you, his eyes widened before slanting at you. “Hah?! You kiddin’ me? I don’t—“

★ “Relax,” You laughed, matching his steps. “I’m messing with you. Mostly.”

★ Guzma huffed loudly, but there was a tiny smile playing at hush lips while dragging a hand through his hair.

•••

★ Guzma’s eyes drifted to the side, stealing glances at you whenever he thought you weren’t paying attention. Something about the way you smiled at wild Pokémon, or how gently encouraged a Metapod out of the path, made his chest feel weird—tight almost. He hated it.

★ “Hey,” he said suddenly, his chin nudging, pointing toward your Pokédex, “that thing tell you how strong a Pokémon is?”

★ “Kinda…? it’s more for cataloging, though…”

★ He snorts. “Bet it can’t ‘catalog’ my Golisopod.” He arrogantly points at you with a stupid smirk.

★ You grinned, ignoring his dumb jab and instead find interest in his ace. “You’re really proud of that thing, huh?”

★ “Damn right I am. Golisopod’s a beast.” He crossed his arms, chin lifting slightly.

★ “Well…” you teased, “if i ever catch one, maybe i’ll let you know how it compares.”

★ “Tch, good luck with that. You’d need me to show you the best spots.”

★ “Mmh, sounds like an excuse to hang out again,” you quipped, nudging his shoulder lightly.

★ Guzma looked away sharply, hiding the pink dusting his cheeks. “You wish…”

•••

★ The path eventually led to a small clearing. The sun finally dipping and painting the sky is soft oranges and pinks. The sound and smell of the nearby ocean faintly lingering in the air. Guzma slowed his steps, almost reluctantly. Like he was about to say something…

★ “What? are you scared of the dark?” You playfully ask, looking over tour shoulder to see him already catching back up.

★ “You’re so annoyin’ sometimes” he simply mutters, not bothering to pull away from you as your shoulders brush against each other.

★ Eventually, the sky had melted into deeper shades of purple and orange when you reached the edge of the route. The last bit of sunlight lingered on the horizon, but it wouldn’t be much longer until nightfall. Kricketot settled into their chirping, the evening proving its presence when the breeze nipped at tour akin, making it prickle.

★ Your eyes slid to the side, catching Guzma stealing yet another glance your way. He shoved his hands further into his hoodie pockets and looked away quickly, pretending to focus on a distant tree, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

★ “You know,” you drawled out, breaking the silence. “I can get home just fine from here. You don’t have to stick around…”

★He scoffed at that, waving off your words. “Yeah, right. Like i’m gonna let you wander off alone when it’s gettin’ dark.”

★ He saw you tilt your head, and tried to correct himself clumsily. “Wild Pokémon come out more at night…ya know?” he added, like you didn’t already know that.

★ “Ahh, that’s why you’re still here.” You press, but not too much.

★ “Exactly,” he said a little too quickly. “I mean…what kinda person would I be if i just let ya get jumped by Spinarak or somethin’?”

★ “Right…” you smirk, and he grumbled under his breath, tugging at the hem of his hoodie. “Don’t make it weird.”

•••

★ The two of you continued walking, the atmosphere quieter but of course for you, it wasn’t uncomfortable. Guzma’s usual snark had dulled, replaced by something that was definitely akin to awkwardness. Like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself.

★By the time you reached the path leading to your house, the stars had begun to scatter across the sky, twinkling against the almost pitch black canvas. The faint glow from your porch light illuminated the small, yet pretty front yard, beckoning you into the warmth.

★ “Well,” you said, stopping just short of the front steps. “Home sweet home.”

★ Guzma lingered a few feet behind, shifting on his heels. “Yeah…guess so.”

★ You tilted your head a notch, catching the way he seemed hesitant to leave. His gaze drifted over the house, as if he were searching for an excuse to stick around just a little longer.

★ “Thanks for walking with me,” you said softly, stepping up onto the first step

★ “Tch, I wasn’t walkin’ with you, punk.” He muttered, staring down at his sneakers. “I was just headin’ the same way. Pure coincidence.”

★ “Right, of course—pure coincidence.” You echo, rolling your eyes at him.

★ His gaze lingered a little longer than necessary, and you could see the faintest crease of hesitation in his brow. He stayed rooted to the spot, looking like he wanted to say something but couldnt quite get it out.

★ Without thinking too hard about it, you leaned in, pressing a quick peck to his cheek.

★ It was light—barely there—but the second you pulled away, Guzma froze like you had just taken his picture with the flash on. His eyes widened, hand instinctively shooting up to where your lips had been, fingertips brushing against his cheek, as if needing proof that had actually just happened.

★ “Goodnight, Guzma,” you said softly, turning back toward your door.

★ Before you could fully step inside, his hand shot out, gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist.

★ “Hey,” he muttered, voice lower than usual.

★ You glanced back around him, eyebrows raised. “Yeah?” For a moment, he didn’t say anything, his grip on your wrist wasn’t firm, but it was enough to stop you. There was something uncharacteristically soft in the way he looked at you. Something rare for the Leader of team skull.

★ “C’mere,” he said, tugging slightly, making you stumble toward him. His other hand hovered uncertainly by your waist, and his gaze flickered between your face and the ground like he was trying to work out if this was a terrible idea or not.

★ Before you could question it, Guzma leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. It wasnt rushed or over the top. It was a simple, soft kiss thag lingered for a few seconds longer than necessary. His hand stayed loosely around your wrist, thumb brushing gently over your skin.

★ When he finally pulled back, he didn’t move far. His forehead rested lightly against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off his face, even as he tried to play it cool.

★ “Guess i’ll walk ya home more often,” he muttered.

★ “Oh yeah?”

★ He huffed, finally releasing your wrist, though his hand trailed down as if reluctant to let go. “I mean, yeah. You’re kinda alright, it’s not a thing though.” He smirks.

★ “So now i’m ‘kinda alright?’ Ha.” You teased, leaning against the doorframe.

★ “Yeahh, well. Don’t push it, short stack.” He shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets for the umpteenth time tonight, rocking on his heels with a small grin.

★ You couldn’t resist asking, double checking maybe? “so…are we just gonna pretend this didn’t happen or…?” You cock a brow.

★ Guzma shrugged, the grin turning slightly smug. “I dunno. Maybe i’ll letcha call me your boyfriend if ya catch up with me tomorrow.”

★ “Oh, let me?”

★ “uh, yeah? I got standards.”

★ You scoffed at his obvious joke, his tone weirdly softer than usual. As you opened the door, Guzma stood there, watching you step inside.

★ “Get some sleep, loser.” You say before shutting the door behind you.

★ He stood there for a moment, before turning around to make his own way home, his mind swirling with too many thoughts of you already. “Did i just officially, unofficially cuff them or…?”

👽: not me getting back into my pokémon era?!?! (This collected dust in my drafts.) Might continue this idkkkk tehe. Guzma let me fix you baby boy. Let me FIX you.

[cliosunshine]

𝐎𝐟 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐈𝐈

Jason Todd x dragon trainer!reader

Summary: after a portal mysteriously opened in your world, setting all of your dragons loose, you must find a way to take them all back home before it's too late and before you catch feelings for a certain cute guy in a red helmet

Warnings: none, slight mention of mythological creature abuse, Jason and reader begin to bond

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: second part to my first ever fic! I was happy so many of you enjoyed it, please let me know if you'd like a third part <3

As you walked around the cave, all you could do was admire the advanced technology surrounding you. You were craning your head up to get a better view of the animatronic T-Rex, a cup of tea in your hand. It was kindly offered to you by what you could only assume to be Batman’s butler, Alfred. The old man had kind eyes and also gave you a slice of pecan pie, which you really couldn’t refuse, especially after everyone in the room heard your stomach grumbling.

“So, tell me,” you started to say, swishing the amber liquid in your cup, “how can we find a way to get me and my dragons back home if we don’t know who opened the portal in the first place and where it was activated?”

Batman let out a contemplative hum, his back turned to you. He was sitting at the console typing away. “We need to check all of the security cameras in the city and also take a look at the air’s static and electromagnetic radiations that have possibly interfered with the electronic devices in Gotham”

The others were in the room as well, each one of them with their brows furrowed, having clearly switched to ‘professional’ mode, as you liked to call it.

With their domino masks and helmets gone, you could see how the three young men – Nightwing, Red Hood and Robin – starkly resembled Batman. You didn’t know why they decided to reveal their identities. Thinking it over, you realised they actually didn’t since you couldn’t recognise them and they hadn’t given you their real names. It probably figured that since you came from another universe altogether, you’d pose no threat to their identity.

Your gaze lingered on Red Hood’s face. He had a rugged yet defined look to him that didn’t let your eyes glance away. Be it the greenish eyes, the white streak on is hair or the scar on his neck, but you couldn’t look away. You must’ve been staring pretty intensely since he lowered his gaze onto yours, a slight blush creeping up his neck and covering his ears.

You quickly looked away, your own face heating up in embarrassment at being caught.

Jason cleared his throat, trying his best not to let a chuckle escape him at your flustered reaction.

Cass raised a brow at you two, tilting her head to the side curiously.

“We should go out and stop the dragons before they cause even more damage,” quipped Dick all of a sudden, quickly rising to his feet with newfound energy.

You clasped your hands together, nodding in agreement.

“Yes! We should-”

Roarrr

Your brows furrowed at the noise. It clearly came from the batcave, but that wasn’t a voice you recognised at all.

You looked at the others with a puzzled expression. They all seemed rather calm and even amused by the sound.

“This way, Goliath, please, use your legs for once in your life-”

You turned to where Robin’s voice came and your expression lit up upon seeing the cutest and fluffiest red dragon just mere meters from you.

“Aww who’s this now?” you asked as you approached the creature.

Robin pushed the dragon towards you to no avail and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene.

“He’s- Goliath-” he explained between pushes, clearly out of breath.

The dragon eyed you warily.

You smiled softly at him, extending a hand for him to sniff, “He can probably smell the other dragons on me,” you explained as you saw his ears perk up upon smelling your skin.

He gave you a look of approval and you began stroking his red fur. It was far softer than you had anticipated and it had a weird feeling to it. You pulled your hand back, examining it.

You grimaced as you saw your entire hand covered in a shiny, slippery substance.

“Why is he covered in oil?”

Robin gave you a pleading look for half a second, before regaining his usual stoic composure.

“He’s been itching a lot for the past few weeks and we figured that-…uhm…the best way to treat him was to put an ointment on his body,” he explained, your wild out gaze on his making him freak out internally that he somehow messed up.

“Poor Goliath,” you cooed at the dragon, scratching his chin. You were grateful that you couldn’t bring Obsidian in the cave with you or he would have thrown a jealous fit. You continued your ministrations as you gave him a once over. His skin was reddened because of the itch and the ointment and he continued to scratch his ears.

“I think he may have a skin infection,” you diagnosed, cleaning your hands with a tissue Robin gave you. “If I were at the sanctuary, I would make him a sage compress and given him a two-week treatment.”

You sighed in contemplation, wondering what to do.

Robin came over to you, a map in his hands, “Gotham’s botanical park is a few blocks away from here. Nobody’s there during the night so maybe we could break in and get the ingredients you need.”

You raised your brows at him, amused by the fact that a vigilante would actually commit a break in and theft.

Sounds of agreement followed his proposition and you could only nod along.

“We can drop by and get the ingredients while we search for the other dragons,” suggested Nightwing, looking over at you. You nodded again.

“Great then,” he said, clapping his hands once, “We need to separate so we can cover more ground,”

Immediately hands flew up and shouts were exchanged about who was going to team up with who.

“I wanna go with the bat!” snickered Spoiler, “I can’t wait to see him try to catch a dragon”

Batman still had his back turned, but was definitely listening to the conversation because his shoulders stiffened.

“No, I must go with Batman, I’m Robin after all-”

“You wouldn’t even tease him like I would!”

The bickering stopped as everyone’s attention snapped onto Orphan, who was signing something.

“What did she say?” you asked, not being able to understand her and honestly just having learned a few signs for one of your deaf dragons, nothing more.

Nighwing beamed, “She said that you and Hood over here should team up and search for both the dragons and the herbs together”

Oh.

You and Red Hood both looked at each other and you suddenly registered what was bound to happen.

You and this incredibly attractive stranger on Obsidian’s back.

Oh fuck.

You laughed nervously and he seemed to mimic you.

“Uhm, alright then,” you squeaked out, feeling everyone’s eyes on you, even Batman’s.

“Off you go, then, shoo,” Nightwing escorted you to the exit of the batcave, earning more than a few grumbled cusses from Red Hood – or should you just call him Hood?

You hardly managed to choke out a “goodbye” before the door closed centimetres from your face.

“What a dickhead,” said the vigilante next to you, this time with only his domino mask on, “I apologise on his behalf- he doesn’t know when to shut up,” he says with an irritated groan.

You chuckle at that, reassuring him. As you approached your dragon, you glanced up at him once more, taking in how his sharp features contrasted greatly with the soft curls of his black hair.

The moonlight gave him a sort of vampiresque look and you couldn’t help but notice how his eyes seemed to…glow? It seemed as if his blueish-greenish eyes did a complete 180 and became this neon green colour.

You narrowed your eyes at that, continuing to walk.

Meanwhile, Jason side eyed you the entire walk back to Obsidian.

His mind wandered as he tried to come up with possible explanations about this whole situation. Who were you and where did you even come from. He wasn’t buying the whole “Oh, I come from Earth!” thing and neither were his brothers. Maybe there was a possibility that you truly came from a parallel universe were apparently dragons existed, but then why hadn’t they had at least one encounter with these anomalies before?

He thought back to Superman and Krypton. Although it probably wasn’t the exactly same thing, he guessed that if Bruce was allies and friends (although he’d never admit it) with Clark, then anything was possible.

He also found you really pretty and not alien-looking at all, but that’s beside the point.

His eyes wandered back to the lasso on your utility belt. He had sworn that when it was up in the air, swinging above your head in loose circles it looked exactly like Wonder Woman’s.

He had to ask you about that later. For now, he could only grief his bike even further as he took a good look at the dragon in front of him that looked like it wanted to tear his head off.

He could only reciprocate the glare as your back was turned to both of them, fishing out your list of ingredients that were needed to make the compress.

“Ok, so” you started, oblivious to the death stare contest between Jason and the dragon, “are you ready for a once-in-a-lifetime experience?”

Jason looked at your excited expression and gulped nervously when your dragon huffed begrudgingly, clearly not wanting to let him on.

“You sure about me getting on this thing?” Those were fighting words for the dragon, who shrieked offended at being called a thing.

You tried to not worsen things further, putting your palm out in dissuasion, smiling nervously.

“He can understand your every word, Hood” you explained, your nervous and apologetic tone prompting Jason to see in the corner of his eye how the black dragon huffed in agreement, the smoke coming out of his nostrils making him wince.

He rubbed his neck sheepishly, “Sorry, I didn’t realize”

You waved him off with a smile, “It’s all good. Have you ever ridden a horse before?”

Jason took a second to think to himself – have I ever rode a horse before? - . He didn’t know if he had no memory of doing so from all the concussions he’s had this year alone or because your gaze was making him slightly nervous. Yeah, it was probably the latter.

“No,” was all he manged to blurt out, really not wanting to get on your dragon’s back.

“Good, because it’s nothing like it!” You laughed out, your shoulders relaxing, “I feared you would’ve been one of those people who tried to get Obi moving by slightly kicking on his stomach because trust me – it would’ve ended badly”

Jason didn’t find humour in that, but chuckled along nevertheless.

He watched as you hopped on your dragon’s back with elegance and precision, not a single movement wasted. He also took notice at how Obsidian helped you up by lowering one of his wings. He put his helmet on, missing your disappointed look at his now covered face.

“Come on, take my hand and put your right foot on Obi’s wing bone” you instructed as you pointed at where your foot previously was, your other hand outstretched for him to take.

Jason looked at your hand, then at your face. He looked at your hand again.

You couldn’t possibly lift half his body weight up with a single hand, right? A hand that was significant smaller than this, nonetheless.

“Are you sure about this? I’m a big guy, I don’t want to – Oh shit!”

He didn’t finish his sentence as you bent down to grab his hand and Obsidian nudged his foot on his wing, only to lift his whole body up as if he weighted nothing and fling him up in the hair. Jason screamed as he tried not to fly right into the bush behind you. He thankfully didn’t as your tight grip on his hand prevented him from becoming the next rocket man of Gotham.

He landed right behind you, his whole body shaking as he tried to regain his composure.

“Don’t worry about me, Obi does all the heavy lifting,” you said as you laughed so much that tears started to form at the corners of your eyes. Your dragon seemed to mimic your laugh with huffs and puffs as he moved his head up and down with closed eyes.

Behind you, sitting with an unamused expression and arms crossed over his chest, Jason had a half-mind to just ditch the two of you and walk to the botanic garden alone.

Your laugh quieted down and you looked back at him, this time with a genuinely apologetic look in your eyes.

He lifted the corners of his mouth ever so slightly, thankful for his helmet covering his face.

At least someone had the guts to mess with him like that.

“Hold on tightly. I’m warning you, I’ll try to go as slowly as I can but Obi doesn’t like men that much and will actively try to throw you off, so it’s better if you hold onto me, that way he won’t do it,” you told Jason and he glanced down at the dragon, who was already looking at him with an already mischievous look in his eyes. Fucking hell. He hoped to survive his first ever dragon ride.

Jason lifted his hands that were previously on his lap and carefully held your waist, only his gloves and a few layers of clothes separating your skin from his. He swore he could feel the warmth radiating from your body.

“I said tighter, Hood,” you told him in a firmer tone, to which he responded by getting closer to you and pressing his chest to your back, his arms now circling your waist tightly.

He could feel your heartbeat picking up significantly and smiled to himself.

“O-okay, that’s better,” you managed to squeak out before tapping your dragon’s neck once.

The sudden movement made him spread out his wings and soon enough you found yourselves up in the air, taking in Gotham’s skyline from above.

Jason couldn’t help but bring you in even tighter, trying his best not to hinder your mobility as you tapped Obsidian’s ears to signal when to turn, opting your practiced tapping signs rather than having to shout out directions, now that you had someone else riding with you.

“Is this the place?” you turned around towards Jason as you got closer to a sign that had “Gotham Public Botanic Garden” written in dark green letters.

Jason nodded, not being able to utter a sound as the proximity between you two made him nervous. He was accustomed to being held from behind when he rescued civilians and tried to take them someplace safe, but to hold on to someone and trust them with his life as he travelled on a dragon’s back? Yeah, that was a new one for him.

You patted Obsidian’s back twice, prompting him to land near the entrance. Thankfully no one was in sight as Jason figured you would’ve gotten more than a few odd looks.

He was the first one to hop off the dragon’s back, already missing your body’s warmth as he tried to hold on to whatever remains where left of it on his leather jacket.

You then slid down, petting Obsidian’s snout with tenderness and placing your lips near his spiked cheek, “Thanks, Obi. Now let’s go, we need to find quite a few things to help Goliath out.”

As you made your way through the various greenhouses, Jason walked by your side and Obsidian on the opposite one, protecting you from harm.

If he could say one good thing about that damn dragon, Jason would praise him for his protectiveness over you. He noticed how, from the very start, he always kept his eyes trained on you, not missing a single sign of discomfort and immediately taking action when he felt like you were being threatened.

Other than that, he was a complete jerk.

You continued to walk in peaceful silence that was only interrupted by you telling him you found another herb needed for the compress.

When you had almost gone through the whole list, Jason spoke up.

“How do you know so much about dragons?” he asked, curiosity lacing his voice.

You smiled fondly at nothing in particular, as if reminiscing some good memories.

“You see,” you continued walking, your gaze never leaving the herbs in your hand, “I was absolutely distraught at how the majority of the people where I come from treat animals that aren’t your usual house pets, especially dragons. They would more often than not abuse, torture and kill them just for fun or to boast to others how they managed to kill a dragon-” you cut yourself off with a shaky breath, anger evident in your voice and your eyes.

Obsidian nudged your arm with a sad face, letting out a low grumble and you smiled weakly at him. Jason wanted to put an arm around your shoulders and pull you close to him, but he restrained himself.

“I found Obi one morning while working out in the park,” you continued, “and he was so cute, sitting there in that box that he accidentally had set on fire, so chubby and round with those big amber eyes- gosh he was adorable,” you chuckled, a single tear managing to escape and running down your cheek. Jason’s hand twitched by his side.

“I took him home. My parents were seething with rage at the thought of me taking care of a dragon, an animal everybody in our community despised. So I left home and went to live with my best friend, Katie, in a house near our hometown’s lake and from there, piece by piece, we learned more about dragons as we rescued them.”

Jason stayed silent, your words making him see you in a new light. He admired your strength and perseverance, your will to not give up and go against your parents to do what you knew was right. He saw a lot of himself in you and he liked that.

“That’s incredible…wait, I never got your name” he paused embarrassed, having completely forgotten to ask your name at the batcave.

You smiled softly, not a hint of offence in your kind eyes, “No biggie,” you shrugged light-heartedly, “it’s Y/N”.

“That’s a pretty name.”

“Thanks”

You stayed like that for a while, content in the silent agreement you both had settled upon. Jason liked you. you weren’t over the top like his siblings were, but also not a complete recluse who disdained human contact, as he often found himself to be like. You were…you. And he liked that.

Soon enough, you had gathered all your ingredients and were getting back onto Obsidian’s back. This time the dragon was much gentler with Jason. He probably felt the shift in demeanour you and him had during the walk and eased up on him. Jason was grateful for not getting hauled up like a ragdoll a second time.

As you were back up into the air, a sense of tranquillity engulfed the both of you before a faraway shriek reminded Jason that you still had another dozen or so more dragons to find and bring back to the manor.

Exchanging a look with you, he observed you directing Obsidian to where you had heard the sound, before a blaze interrupter your path and a pair of glowing eyes were set on the three of you.

Jason’s blood ran cold and his mouth moved faster than his thoughts could as he pointed a gun at the fire-spitting dragon.

“That’s the fucker that melted my bike!”

[sj-ficrecs]

fic rec 16!

SO! i haven’t been reading fic in a long time bc i’ve been reading books BUT, discovered this fic rec in my drafts from 2022 lol oops!

This is purely a fic rec blog, always reblogging fics I enjoy. usually Bucky x reader, sometimes Steve x reader, Chris Beck x reader, etc. So check out more I’ve reblogged on this page. :)

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“ Obedience, duty, pristine smiles—raised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls.”

Sky Full of Song by @wkemeup pirate!Bucky x pirate/siren!reader

“Despite the bitter resentment of the crew, you found a home on Captain Barnes’ ship; on the ocean where you belonged, at the side of a captain you swore loyalty and heart to. But when course is plotted for a legendary island, the secret that has kept you alive for years is threatened to be revealed.”

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“You attract the attention of your coworker's friend who just happens to be a handsome racer who plays for keeps.”

Oath by @softlybarnes (part of the Sugar series but can be reader alone) 40s Bucky x reader

“Bucky finally proposes to Y/N.”

Awake My Soul by @foreverindreamlandd​ Bucky x reader (Zombie apocalypse au)

“It’s been five years since zombies first started walking the Earth, destroying anything and everything in their wake. Now, in this apocalyptic world, fighting for survival comes as naturally as breathing. The one thing you’ve learned ever since they arrived, though, is that the living can be so much more dangerous than the undead. When you stumble across two young, scared boys lost in the woods and being chased by walkers, you go against your better judgment and help them to safety. Little did you know that helping them would lead you to Bucky - an angry, grumpy, distrusting member of the camp Shield. Bucky has zero interest in having you enter his life. He’s been hurt before and lost too many people to risk experiencing that kind of pain again, and he knows that there are secrets you aren’t telling the group. Yet, when push comes to shove, and you’re put at risk, he’ll stop at nothing to keep you safe.”

No Such Thing by @sanguineterrain college athlete!Bucky x reader

“You’ve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the team’s spectacular running back. You don’t care very much for your university’s football team; you just can’t understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.”

Appointments by @buckycuddlebuddy Bucky x reader

“bucky barnes, finally being able to live freely in 21st century, accidentally gets a fuck buddy and starts to rediscover himself. the only weird thing about this situation is that you have to make an appointment to get railed by him.”

Recipe for Disaster by @seventven dad’s best friend!Bucky x reader

“your dad’s best friend bucky knows you have a crush on him. your parents invite him to join your family for the annual winter vacation”

In the Embers by @foreverindreamlandd Firefighter!Bucky x Fem!Plus Size!Adopted Rogers!Reader

“Bucky Barnes. The boy next door. Your brother’s best friend. The guy you’ve been in love with for as long as you can remember. Unrequited, that is, seeing that he only thinks of you as a sister (at least, that’s what you always thought). It’s been about a decade since you’ve returned home and reunited with the boy - now man - with stunning blue eyes and a smile that still puts a million butterflies in your stomach. You never expected to come back, thinking that you’d spend the rest of your life as a famous artist in Los Angeles with your boyfriend/manager. But things change, life gets messy, and now you’re back in your childhood bedroom living with your mom and working at the townie bar to make ends meet while you try to figure out what the hell to do next. The one thing that hasn’t changed? Bucky Barnes is still the boy next door, and there’s no running from him this time.”

Love in Four Acts by @chouettedubois neighbor MCU Bucky x nurse!reader

“You’re a nurse living in Brooklyn. You’ve got a crush on your next door neighbour who doesn’t seem to know you exist. One day his cat finds its way into your apartment, forcing you both to finally meet. That’s when you learn that he’s James Buchanan Barnes, ex-Winter Soldier. Well, there goes your chances. Or maybe getting close to a superhero isn’t as far-fetched as it sounds.”

Plaything part one + two by @captain-buckyyy virgin!Bucky x reader

“bucky’s innocence is just too much for you to resist”

calamitous love series by @classylo princess!reader x commoner!bucky

“Reader is a modern princess under immense pressure to marry before she takes the crown, she choose her Prince Charming four years ago… but he didn’t choose her back. He left her with a broken heart and her kingdom to rule alone. Four years later, reader is in an arranged engagement with a man who she can see herself loving… one day… everything seems to be falling into place until her original prince shows up at her engagement party determined to win her back before her wedding day.”

Not Even a Little by @intrepidacious roommate!Bucky x reader, modern au

“The problem of living with Bucky is that he makes it impossible not to fall in love with him. Even though you could list several hundred reasons why it’s a bad idea. And you have.”

Followed You by @cwbucky Bucky x reader

“You meet this guy named Bucky through Instagram. Even though neither of you knows what the other person looks like, you two immediately connect. Things get complicated when you start your new job at Stark Industries and you catch a glimpse of the handsome Sergeant Barnes.”

Matched by @nony-bear Alpha!Bucky x omega!reader

“Bucky Barnes always dreamed of settling down with a mate but after decades of trauma leaving him a grumpy old man with a robotic arm he’s convinced no one could love an alpha like him. Begrudgingly he follows his therapist advice and enrolls in the Swan Program a mate matching program offered but the new aged bio-tech company Mate-Tech”

Body Talk by @boxofbonesfic trainer!Bucky x plus size!reader

“You’re determined to come out of this breakup a better you, but Bucky likes the you you are.”

King in Your Story by @sinner-as-saint viking!Bucky x princess!reader

“Everyone in your father’s Kingdom knows that the Vikings often raid the castle’s warehouses. They take anything they want. Food, gold, weapons. Although they never seem to hurt your subjects. But you had had enough. Given your training, and your need to defend your Kingdom, your father agrees to let you trap the Vikings and bring them in for negotiation because this habit of theirs needs to be stopped. You hated the Vikings, and you thought you always would. Until the moment you met a pair of blue eyes which made your world stand still. Bucky was the Chief of his people; muscular, rough and tumble, and arrogant. Not to mention a shameless flirt, and he got on your nerves the most. But you knew it from the very day you laid eyes on his very handsome face that no matter how hard you tried, some part of you couldn’t fully hate him, nor resist him - even if he was the rival.”

Oh Baby, Oh Baby by @tooearlyforthis Bucky x reader

“As a new recruit, y/n isn’t allowed to go on all the missions yet. To make matters worse, they left behind another, someone that she had despised ever since she first stepped foot in the compound - James Buchanan Barnes.”

Before You by @m4tthewmurd0ck prince!Bucky x baker!reader

reader is a baker who happens to work at a shop the royals enjoy getting baked goods from :)

Steve Rogers x reader:

Rising Tide by @pellucid-constellations surfer!Steve x reader

“A relationship built up from the ocean floor, you and Steve had lifetime worth of memories—most best friends did. But things were beginning to change, unspoken feelings creating a rift that cast a shadow over the bond you called home. Unfortunately for you, rip currents are often hardest to spot in the dark”

[solaris-amethyst]

🪻Archeological finds🪻

✨Pairing: Pokémontrainer!Seonghwa x archeologist!gn!reader ✨Prompt: Seonghwa decides to visit the Solaceon ruins and ends up meeting you, who are exploring the ruins and together you two manages to make a discovery neither of you were expecting. ✨Genre: Pokémon au, fluff, some flirting, adventure, ✨Word count: 5.3k ☀️Authors note: another fun one shot with pokémon x ateez! I wanted it to be different from Hongjoongs one shot but still be fun and have lots of things happening! Let me know if I achieved that❣️ Your partner Baltoy is btw a pokémon that doesn't have a gender so that's why it's never referred to with a gendered pronoun! 🌟Tag list: @hongjoongspoetry

Seonghwa was unsure of what to do. He had decided that he wanted to take a break from doing pokémon contests for a while to focus on him and his Pokémon's. It's not that he didn't love contests and making sure his pokémon shone the brightest on stage, he absolutely did but he felt like that was all he did as of lately. He wanted to find something else perhaps even someone special who he could travel with and share the wonders of the world with.

Just traveling to a new place to compete and not traveling to experience the world and all it has to offer. He had a heart to heart with all of his friends about wanting to take a break from contests and reassured them that it wouldn't be the end of what they all loved so much and his sweet partner Buneary had given him a hug as if to say it was okay to do something else and change up the pace from time to time.

She truly knew how to always cheer him up when he felt low and he often shared hearts to hearts with her, telling her about his worries or how he felt if he was sad or happy.

"So what do you think Buneary? Should we visit the ruins today? Perhaps we could even visit the Lost Tower as well tomorrow?" He says with a smile as he looks down at his partner ready to try something completely new today.

She looks up at him and tilts her head before smiling and agreeing easily with a bun bun!

Seonghwa smiled wider as she jumped ahead of him out of the pokémon center they had stayed the night at. Solaceon Town was truly pretty in his eyes, there were people tending to their ranch and the pokémon daycare center was also in this town. The old man and lady were so kind when he had stopped by to just chit chat with them and they had complimented him a lot on how well he took care of his friends which had made him a little flustered but he thanked them nonetheless.

"Let's see, the Solaceon ruins are this way!" He hums after checking the map twice to make sure he wouldn't get lost unlike his friend Hongjoong who would have taken one quick look at the map and then bounded away in the wrong direction with the confidence of a buizel.

"Bun! Buneary!" Buneary jumped in front of him excited to visit a new place as they walked down the road towards the ruins.

The sun was shining and the gentle breeze made the leaves on the trees rustle peacefully as Seonghwa got closer and closer to the ruins. He saw some beautiflys fluttering by and it looked like they were dancing together with the way they were twirling around each other in happiness.

Once he got to the entrance he read on the little notice board which said: The Solaceon Ruins, be careful not to get lost and enjoy some of Sinnohs history.

As the two of them stepped inside they noticed there were several ways you could go. There were stairs leading up and down and even forward as well. The two of them dwelled for a while on where they would go until Seonghwa settled on a staircase furthest to the right.

"Shall we go down this one Buneary?"

"Bun!"

"This one it is then!" and with that they walked down the ancient stairs carefully. He made sure to hold a hand out to steady himself as the stairs were steep and he did not want to trip and hurt himself. His partner was careful as she jumped one staircase at a time, sometimes stopping to wait for him to be next to her.

Further down in the ruins were you and your partner Baltoy examining some rocks on the ground. You had come to the ruins in hopes to find some more fossils and perhaps even some rare stones to add to your collection.

"This is amazing Baltoy! I think we finally might make some discoveries with some fossils today." You tell your partner who floats around and spinning in the air happily as you start to gently crack a stone open with your little pickaxe.

You don't even notice the person entering the same level that you are on because of how focused you are on gently opening the rock. Not wanting to crack anything and possibly destroy a fossil in the process. Baltoy decides to be friendly and float up to the stranger greeting him with a few twirls.

"Baltoy!"

"Oh hello?"

It's when you hear another voice that you stop what you are doing and look behind you to see a tall man with black hair and a buneary be at the staircase with your partner floating around them happily as they spin happy circles.

"Oh! Hi! I'm sorry is my friend bothering the two of you?" You ask while wiping away some dirt on your face, unknowingly just smearing it a bit more on your cheek which causes the boy to chuckle lightly before shaking his head.

"Ah! No I think your friend here was just happy to say hello!" The stranger say with a kind smile before curiously walking up to you.

"Are you digging for treasures?" He asks noting the exploration kit you got next to you and the books being displayed next to you as well. He notes that you seem to be well prepared to be in here for a while as he scan the items you got.

"I am!" You beam "I'm an archeologist! I study the history of the past and dig for treasures and such! Me and Baltoy thought it would be nice visiting these ruins since we haven't been here before!" You tell him and he lights up.

"That sounds like fun! Mind if we join you two?"

"Oh not at all!! Do you two wanna try your hands at digging for treasure? I got some more pickaxes and such if you want to give it a go." You say always eager to share your passion for digging and finding things.

"We'd love to! My name is Seonghwa by the way! And this is my partner Buneary!"

"Bun!"

"Nice to meet you two! I'm Y/n and that's my partner Baltoy." You say holding out your hand for Seonghwa to shake and he takes it immediately.

"Have you ever done something like this before?" You ask curiously and he shakes his head as he sits down next to you. You note that he doesn't seem to care if he got dirt on his clothes or not which was refreshing to see.

"Well, all you really need to know is to be careful when you work, we don't want the entire wall caving in on us! Trust me that has happened to me and it is not fun at all." You say with a chuckle as you hand him some tools and show him how to use them.

"Have you found anything yet?" He asks as he carefully start picking away at a part on the wall.

"I have! Let us show you what we found so far!" You open up your other bag and bring out some things.

"We found a water stone, some blue shards, a revive and a pearl so far!"

"Baltoyyy!" Your friend spins again in happiness of what you two have found, Seonghwas buneary looks at all the shiny things with awe clearly being attracted to the beautiful pearl you were holding up.

"You like this one?" You ask her and she nods shyly.

"Wait a second!" You tell her as you bring out some rope and work carefully for a while to make a little hole in the pearl to thread the rope around before tying it together, making a little necklace for her.

"Here! For you!" The little bunny gasps as you put it on her, she gives you a quick hug before turning to her trainer to show it off happily.

"Thank you so much, it looks beautiful on you Buneary. We'll make sure to take good care of it." Seonghwa tells you as he looks fondly at his partner.

He notes that you seem very kind and he thinks that not many would probably part with the treasure they had found so quickly like you did but he guessed you enjoyed sharing what you had found with others by the way you were smiling at his friend.

"Oh it was nothing. I love being able to share what I've found with others." You tell him as he turns back to focus on opening up the wall and you gasp when you see something shiny peeking through when a part of the wall he was working on falls down.

"I think you hit the jackpot Seonghwa!!" You sit closer in awe at the fact that it's his first time and he's already finding things. You remember your first time when you sat a whole day digging at a spot and never found anything much to your younger selfs disappointment.

"Really?!" He asks excited to see what he's found. He works for a while before you help him pick out what he found from the wall.

"I don't believe it! You found five things in the same spot on your first try! A heart scale, a light clay, a fire stone, a dusk stone and some old amber! Seonghwa you hit the jackpot!" You eagerly tell him as you show him the things he had dug up.

"Oh wow this is amazing!" He picks up the heart scale and looks at it with sparkling eyes.

"You need to keep all of this! You found it so it's yours!"

"What? Are you sure? Should you not have it?" He asks looking at you with big eyes.

"Oh no no no! You found it so it's yours to keep! You know, if you want you can revive that old amber into a Aerodactyl! It's an ancient pokémon just like my Baltoy." You let him know and you can hear him let out a little wow at the information.

You smile at your new friend who looks at all the things he dug out with wonder, showcasing them to his partner who looks equally in awe at everything. It warmed your heart, not many enjoyed or found that digging through mud, going to look at ruins and such which you did, was anything interesting and most just found it tedious yet here was a man so gorgeous and actually interested in what you did for a living. Perhaps you could actually befriend him to the point you two would keep contact after today?

Your heart couldn't help but do small leaps of joy that he seemed to enjoy himself so much.

"So... what do you do for a living?" You ask curiously and Seonghwa looks up at you with a smile.

"I'm a coordinator! So I compete in pokémon contests but I'm currently taking a little break, I wanna try and enjoy just traveling and actually seeing the world and the beauty around me. Perhaps see if I can find something else that I enjoy that isn't just contests." He tells you and you nod watching as he puts his things away in his bag.

"It is important to sometimes take a step back and just enjoy your life, find out if there is more that can give you joy than only one thing." You say and just as you're about to say something else your partner starts making a bunch of noises spinning around quickly as if wanting your attention.

"Baltoy? What is it? Have you found something?" You ask curiously, your friend never acted this way unless there was something really interesting that you had to check out.

"Seems like it wants to show us something." Seonghwa says, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

You dust yourself off lightly and quickly pack everything into your bags before standing up and Seonghwa picks up his little friend who hugs his neck as you two start following Baltoy.

"Let's just hope we don't get stuck in a tiny room or something with no way out." You joke and you can see the man next to you glance at you with slight panic at the thought of being stuck and not being able to get out and you realize your joke didn't land properly.

"Oh no! I'm sorry I didn't mean it in a bad way! Sorry! It's just a joke me and Baltoy got going on since it's happened a few times to us but don't worry! Baltoy is a psychic type and will be able to teleport us back to the entrance of the ruins if something like that happens!" You ramble on, worried that you might have scared away your new friend.

It's easy to forget that not everyone is used to traps, trap doors, getting stuck in places and such like you are since that is something which can happen to you daily when you explore ruins and other ancient spaces.

"Sorry you just shocked me for a second." He says letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said that." You groan feeling awkward as your friend leads you down another flight of stairs.

"No don't feel like that, I'm glad you said something and I'm not too worried. I'm with you aren't I? I trust you, you're the expert after all." He says kindly, quickly taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze as if to calm the anxiety building up within you over what you just said.

It felt weird but also calming, you weren't used to someone being so kind to you the way Seonghwa was and looking at him did not help calm your beating heart. He truly was a treasure and a sight to behold in your eyes.

"Thank you Seonghwa."

"Bun! Buneary! Bun!" His partner reaches for you with worry in her eyes as she also tries to comfort you and you can't help but smile as you take ahold of her little paw which is extended towards you.

"Thank you Buneary, you two are very kind." You say relaxing slightly, even more so when your own partner comes floating up to you, checking on you to see if you are alright.

"Thank you Baltoy. You guys really know how to calm my racing heart." You tell them and Seonghwa beams brighter.

It felt good to help you he realized. Giving you some comfort and letting you know he trusted you despite just meeting you. You were interesting and clearly passionate about what you did and he couldn't help but want you to share that passion with him.

"Now let's go and see what you found!" You say with newfound confidence after your fright that you had scared your new friend away. Which luckily you hadn't. Perhaps Seonghwa was different than most other people you had met when digging around for treasure?

"Baltoy!" Your friend floats up to the wall and as the three of you walk up you see the inscriptions of Unknown spelling something out on the wall:

"Oh wow, can you read this?" Seonghwa asks as he takes a step forward, his hand tracing the unknown letters that are carved into the stone wall and you look it over for a while before bringing out your notebook and start scribbling down what it says.

"It says Go to the left then press the heart of the mountain." You tell him before you quickly snap a picture of it with your camera wanting to save this.

"The heart of the mountain? What could that be?" He questioned as he raked his brain for what it could possibly mean.

"I don't know but I am willing to find out." You say looking around trying to figure out if there is something else to take note of in the room.

"Bun!" Buneary shouts as she points towards the left eagerly and when the two of you look where her little paw is extended you both can see a small path leading somewhere no one had noticed before.

"You think we should go there Buneary?" Seonghwa asks her and she nods, eager to find out what mystery the heart of the mountain could be.

"Bun!"

"Well I don't think we should keep this lovely sweetheart waiting any longer then." You say taking the first steps towards the path.

"Baltoy do you think you can go ahead of me and use flash so we can see where we are going?" "Baltoy!" It spins around happily before floating ahead of you and lets a light flash up so you and Seonghwa can see where you are going.

Just as you take the first steps onto the new path you feel a hand take your hand, holding it tightly.

"Seonghwa?" You look at him over your shoulder and he gives you a small nod.

"Sorry. I just wanted to hold your hand... I'm a little nervous if it's okay with you?" He asks and you squeeze his hand tighter.

"Of course. I don't mind, I won't let go until you yourself want to let go." You tell him softly before you start walking again, making sure his hand is still safely in yours.

"Thank you Y/n." You don't see the flush creeping up on his cheeks but his partner does and she squeals quietly as she realizes that he might like you a bit more than he's letting on.

"Buneary!" She whispers excitedly and Seonghwa tries to hush her not wanting you to see how much he's blushing at holding your hand. His partner giggles to herself quietly absolutely loving it all.

There is something about you that just makes his heart beat a bit faster than usual.

You walk through the narrow path for some while, the walls have beautiful carvings that makes you sometimes drop your mouth in awe and stop to examine them multiple times before continuing. You are very grateful that your friend could use flash because the path is otherwise so dark you cannot really see anything behind you apart from Seonghwa and you can barely see anything further ahead where Baltoy hasn't reached.

Sometimes you can hear the fluttering of a zubat flying above you or a geodude hiding behind some rocks but otherwise it's dead silent in the tunnel.

"It's really dark here." Seonghwa mutters as he glances behind him and notes that he can't see a single thing which sends shivers down his spine.

"It is but don't worry, we seem to be reaching the end."

"How do you know that?" He whispers, almost as if he's scared that talking loudly will make the walls collapse.

"Because I can feel a light breeze." You tell him and as you say that you two can see a new room opening up and you couldn't stop the gasp that left you when you entered the room.

It was beautiful. Intricate carvings on the walls, it seemed like an altar was under a carving of a pokémon and the two of you hurried there to see it closer.

"The... fierce guardian... Heatran." Seonghwa reads out slowly before looking at you to see if he read what was written on the altar correctly.

You nod at him with a smile.

"You read it correctly, look at this Seonghwa! This is something no one has found before! We're totally making a new discovery!" You gush, clinging onto him happily.

"Do you think Heatran is the heart of the mountain?" He asks trying to hide the smile he got from you hugging him.

"That might be what it means! Then I guess we should touch the carving?" You hurriedly reach to do it but nothing happens when you touch the carving.

"Oh... perhaps not?" You sigh dissapointed and Seonghwa looks around to see what else there might be in the room until his eyes settle on something which is above the Heatran.

"What's that?"

"What's what?"

"That? Above Heatran?" Seonghwa points before gently guiding your head to see what he's looking at.

Above the carving of Heatran is another carving of what looks to be a stone? Baltoy floats up and shines its light on it so you can see it better.

"It looks almost like a magma stone." You muse. "It's something Heatran guards at the Stark mountain where it resides." you tell him and Seonghwa lights up before grabbing your shoulders lightly and excitedly says: "That must be the heart of the mountain!!"

That's when it clicks for you and you grab his hands in excitement.

"Of course! Seonghwa you're a genius!!!" You laugh and the two of you can't help but do a silly little victory dance at figuring out what the heart of the mountain actually was.

"Baltoy! Think you can touch it for us?" "Baltoy!" Your friend reaches out and touches the carving and that's when the carving lights up. More and more carvings light up illuminating the room in a beautiful orange glow.

"Wow!"

"That's beautiful!"

"It truly is Seonghw-" You don't get to finish his name as the ground under you two open and you both fall down, it takes a mere second to realize what is happening and the two of you scream holding onto each other for dear life as you continue to fall down a tunnel.

Baltoy follows the two of you in panic trying to catch up as you two together with Buneary get farther and farther away from the room you just were in.

"AAAAHHHHHH BALTOY PLEASE DO SOMETHING!" You scream at the top of your lungs as you cling to Seonghwa like a komala to its log.

"AAAHHHHHHHHH I DON'T LIKE THIS Y/N!" Seonghwa yells in a high pitched voice and you can see that his eyes are closed trying to not look where you might end up next.

Suddenly the two of you are no longer falling but plunge deep into water causing the two of you to let go of each other to swim up to the surface as the currents make sure to drag the two of you down to the right. Your partner is floating above the water worriedly, not sure of what to do or how to help.

"Seonghwa?! Where are you?!" You yell desperately after getting your head above the water wanting to make sure he's okay as you fight to stay afloat. You splash around trying to spot him in the dark and just as you're about to think he's still underwater you hear it.

"Bun!" You hear buneary call out for you and when you turn around you can see that Seonghwa is struggling to swim and you hurriedly swim as quickly as you can to him, grabbing his arm and hoisting him towards you and onto your back as you fight to stay afloat.

"I got you two! Just hold on! Don't faint on me Seonghwa! Please stay awake!" You tell him as you swim with the currents.

You make a signal for your partner to follow you and Baltoy does, Baltoy even makes sure to pick Buneary up so you can focus on holding Seonghwa above the water as he fights to stay awake. The shock from the fall and the sudden plunge into the deep cold water must have shocked him big time.

"Y/n?"

"I'm here buddy, don't worry just trust me, I will get us out of this." You say spitting out some of the water that made its way into your mouth. "I'm sorry I got you into this mess." You say, fighting back tears because this was not how you envisioned it to go. You wanted it to be fun, to perhaps discover something beautiful with your new friend, not make him risk his life.

"I'm sorry... I'm not a very good swimmer." He admits, feeling bad that he's being a burden on you right now and you quickly shake your head, not wanting him to feel bad at all.

"Don't worry I'll swim for the both of us."

"Buneary... Where is she?" "Buneary!" She calls out for him and when he notices your partner is holding her safely he relaxes a bit more and tries his best to help you stay afloat even though he currently has no energy to do so.

The two of you float with the current in silence and after roughly ten minutes the four of you and soon enough the sight you come across makes you four stunned. There are crystals hanging from the roof and they glow in the most beautiful of colors. The water looks like it's glowing which makes you able to see the bottom of the river and it is beautiful. Some lumineons are swimming around deep under water and the glow from the crystals make them shine beautifully.

It's like the crystals twinkle, blue, pink, purple, green, yellow and even red. They twinkle like the stars in the sky and Seonghwa leans his head on your shoulder tiredly as he gazes up on the beautiful scenery.

"I'm glad I get to experience this with you." He murmurs, the scene is truly beautiful, unlike anything he's ever seen before and the way your face look so beautiful in the twinkling light combined with the sheer determination he sees makes his heart flip around a few times.

"Baltoy!"

Suddenly the two of you are lifted out of the water and you realize your parter is using its psychic powers to levitate you both. You make sure not to let go of Seonghwa even if it would be safe to do so now, you just can't let him go after all that just happened.

Baltoy floats higher up and that's when you notice that there seems to be another tunnel leading towards somewhere light.

A way out perhaps.

The light became almost unbearable when the two of you finally got out of there. And when your eyes could adjust to the light you could see that you two seemed to have reached some sort of summit. The grass was green and beautiful flowers, which you noted looked like the Gracidea flowers, bloomed brightly.

Your friend sets the two of you down on the grass gently before letting Buneary out of its grasp and she hurries over to Seonghwa worriedly.

"Bun?"

"I'm okay Buneary, thanks to Y/n I didn't drown back there." He says looking at you gratefully and you can't help the feeling of your cheeks heating up.

"Oh it was nothing." You mumble.

"You saved my life you know. That is not nothing." He says leaning forward to gather you into a hug.

"Thank you."

You hug him back and whispers a quiet "You're welcome." before you two separate.

The water is pooling around the two of you and you try your best to wrung out the water from your clothes but no matter how much you try you're still soaking wet.

"For you!" was all you heard before Seonghwa is in front of you holding a bouquet of Gracidea flowers. The flowers of gratitude.

"F-for me?" You ask stunned, never in your life had someone ever gifted you flowers.

"Mhmm." You look at him with big eyes as you take it slowly, holding it closely.

"I'll cherish them forever." You mumble, holding them close to you as you look at him fondly.

As Seonghwa sits down next to you again something ahead of you rustles, you can see the bushy grass moving slightly as a tiny little pokémon enters, looking at you two with curious eyes. The tiny little green pokémon seems very interested in Seonghwa after apparently having seen what just expired between the two of you.

"Is that..."

"I don't believe it..." You mutter and you notice Seonghwa brings out his Pokédex to confirm if the two of you really have a mythical pokémon in front of you.

"Shaymin the gratitude pokémon. It lives in flower patches and avoids detection by curling up to look like a flowering plant. It can dissolve toxins in the air to instantly transform ruined land into a lush field of flowers. The flowers all over its body burst into bloom if it is lovingly hugged and senses gratitude. The blooming of Gracidea flowers confers the power of flight upon it. Feelings of gratitude are the message it delivers."

The two of you look at each other stunned at the fact that there is in fact a mythical Pokémon in front of you. The little Shaymin looks at you both curiously with a cute little smile. Its small paws trots forward curiously and soon enough it is sniffing at Seonghwas legs before calmly climbing up into his lap to sit and look up at him.

"Shaymin?"

"Hello little one?" The smile he gives the little hedgehog makes your heart skip a beat as you watch him and Buneary interact with the new pokémon.

"Baltoy. Bal, baltoy" You partner teases you slightly at the way you're staring at the man in front of you and you can't help put push it away blushing.

"Stop that buddy." You whisper trying not to draw attention to yourself and Baltoy makes a noise which you can only guess is it snickering at you.

"You want to come with us?" You hear Seonghwas surprised voice as you focus back on the scene before you.

The little Shaymin is pawing at the pokéball Seonghwa had showed it and you took notice at the fact that its flowers were blooming as well which it only did rarely. It must have really liked Seonghwa since the Shaymin was insisting on going with him.

Yeah, your Seonghwa was truly special. That thought made you stop what you were doing for a second and shake your head. He wasn't yours you told yourself. Though you honestly wish he was.

"Shaymin!" The little creature nods and paws at the ball again and Seonghwa beams even brighter.

"I'd love to have you on my team and as a friend." He says before looking at you.

"You're amazing Seonghwa. Not many would be able to befriend a Shaymin and have them join their team." You say as you take him in, despite being soaking wet he looks so happy to be where he is right now.

"Thank you, I feel honored and now I will always have a friend with me that will remind me of you, no matter what happens after today." He says earnestly as he bonks the ball gently against the Shaymin causing it to go into the ball which then shakes three times before it hums showing the capture was successful.

Seonghwa lets his new friend out again as he shifts closer to you once more. He wants to be close to you, wants to be with you more now than ever. He found so much joy when he spent time with you even if the events today wasn't all sunshines and rainbows. The two of you sit there for a long time, chatting, talking about what had transpired in the ruins, enjoying each other's company.

And if the two of you were sitting so close that you were practically glued together and holding hands as you watched the sun eventually set on the horizon was something that only the two of you would know about.

"I'm so glad I met you Y/n."

"I'm glad I met you as well Seonghwa."

You leaned your head on his shoulder as he leaned his on yours as your fingers intertwined gently, a low hum of content leaving you both.

Perhaps all of what had happened weren't so bad after all? Especially since you now had someone you were growing fonder and fonder of as the minutes passed by and unbeknownst to you the feelings you were experiencing were mutual.

Perhaps the two of you will stay close together. Traveling with Seonghwa doesn't sound too bad right now.

[starlightsuffered]

Trainer Paul (p 1)

Info - soft dom Paul, innocent reader, inexperienced reader, imbalanced power dynamic, voyeurism desired, casual relationship, Paul teaching reader sex moves, hand job, licking cum off body, paul instructing reader in sex, using voice to make someone cum , reader with praise kink, slight size kink, crying in frustration, no refractory period

"There you go baby, work it, you're so good," he praised me and the butterflies in my stomach were so dizzy they crashed into one another and fell. I was addicted to Paul's praise. He made me so heady, because he was usually so stingy with compliments.

"Trained Paul, am I doing well for you? Is my technique alright?" I asked loyally. He'd been given a group of ten trainees. As far as I knew I was the only one he took this sort of interest in. I adored it. The danger of someone finding how he was dallying with his student. The way he pushed me so hard in class, only to spoil me afterward.

"Make sure it's positioned correctly," he commanded and just as he was in lessons, he always knew what was best.

"Towards your chest," I said knowledgeably as I angled his cock towards his body. We were still in the training room, both of us stark naked, with the door closed but not locked. The possibility of being caught drove both of our sex drives wild. I could hear my mother's words in my ears instructing me to make sure Trainer Paul liked me. I was sure he found me at least a bit favorable after all the things I'd let him teach me.

"Such a good girl, you work it so well, it's big isn't it, but you do it so well," he encouraged me.

"It is so big Paul," I whimpered as I looked at the pulsing cock in my hand.

"Such tiny hands, but you know how to pump a cock don't you dear? You know what to do to make your trainer cum," he blessed me. I bit my lip.

"Paul, sorry Trainer," I said, correcting myself with a shake of my head.

"You can call me Paul," he allowed.

"Paul, I'm wet," I whined.

"Okay, then please try what we've been working on in private," he urged. I took a deep breath.

"Paul, cum!" I tried to use the voice. He didn't shoot and I slumped.

"No, darling, it's okay, you'll get it one day," he said gently. I angrily wiped away a frustrated tear. I went hard on his cock, working it desperately.

"Oh good girl," he wailed, head falling back. I moved closer between his legs and pumped even faster.

"Oh baby!" He called and he began to spurt all over his lean chest and torso.

"You know your job when you get me messy," he said darkly. I nodded dutifully. I began to lap all the cum I could from his chest. His breathing was labored as I licked off every bit of his essence from him.

"Good girl," he gasped and grabbed my face, kissing me fiercely. For some reason, his lips got me the wettest of all. Knowing he'd be intimate with me in this way, enough to kiss me, I loved it.

"Okay, on my cock, come on," he urged me. In our lessons he always talked so sternly, but when we finished and he called me for our private training he was so gentle and coaxing.

"Yes Paul," I agreed. I'd hardly known anything before him. He had taught me so much and I loved it.

"Spell my name, just like that, P, oh you're doing so well, A, good girl," he said as I moved slowly on his cock.

"And and U, just like I taught you, L, well done princess, now bounce that's your next order," he said with bright smile.

"Paul," I asked through a whimper, he always stretched me out amazingly well.

"Yeah?"

"Do I make you feel good?" I asked desperately. He was never wild with me, or desperate. He was always in control. Sometimes I wanted him to be out of control with passion.

"Do I cum in you every time?" He asked darkly.

"Yes," I answered truthfully.

"There's your answer," he said simply.

"I like it when you cum in me," I said and pressed my body against him.

"Needy darling, we did have our private lessons five times yesterday, but you still seem a bit desperate."

"I never get enough of you Paul," I said. "I know you have your duties, but I wish I could sit on your cock more often."

"My sweet innocent girl, hardly knew anything about cock until Paul came along. It's new, of course you need it all the time. You'll be satiated soon and forget all about me and find some handsome boy on the planet."

"Never!" I said desperately, eyes wide with worry. I began to ride him faster and harder.

"I'll never forget your cock, don't make me!" I felt like I could cry.

"I'm not going to make you darling," he chuckled. "It'll just happen. I know I'm set for an arranged marriage with someone I don't have much time for. You deserve time and I'm much too busy. I have to leave for Arakis soon anyhow."

"I'll miss you," I said as I desperately kissed him. His hands moved down my body, feeling up my ass and my bare breasts. He moaned happily into the kiss as I rode him. He sounded content, but I certainly wasn't! He was fine with whatever he got from me, but I was desperate for more more more of him. Perhaps if I could impress him he would not be so quick to dismiss me.

"You feel lovely darling," he said, so smug, so level.

"Cum!" I tried.

"You don't need to-"

"Cum!" I said against desperately.

"Sweetness," he said, caressing my cheeks like I was a child trying too hard at something I couldn't do. No! I would impress him. I wanted Paul, and I would have him come undone in a way he literally couldn't control.

"CUM HARDER THAN YOU EVER HAVE!" It was instant! He scream and rutted up inside me so hard it almost hurt. He was flooding me with cum. It just kept spewing and spewing out of his cock. I came next because he looked so desperate, I was making the great Paul Atredies whimper and spout cum. I was so so breathless and proud of myself as I rode out my orgasm on his immensely stiff cock.

We panted as we came down and creamy cum was seeping out of me and down onto his balls. He had cum so much. I noticed he was glaring a bit. He hadn't liked not setting the pace and being totally in charge.

"You'll be coming back here later after I've finished with some duties," he growled.

"Of course Trainer Paul," I smirked.

[coeurify]

this is so personal trainer abby coded

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8dqwjAw/

FUCKKK! IT IS

god, personal trainer!abby and you are always toeing that invisible like between professional and.. definitely not. small lingering touches, glances that were much more than friendly.

but this.. this particular part of your sessions, that was when things started taking a much more physical turn.

you hated weight training most days, and regularly fought against it when abby lead you that way. but the blonde never put up with your attitude, shaking her head and humming instead of giving into your complaints.

it always had your eyebrows furrowed, chest tight with breaths of air you just couldn’t get out. you just pushed yourself so hard. maybe because there was someone you wanted to impress. definitely not your pretty— no scratch that, hot— personal trainer though. of course not. that would be unprofessional.

almost as unprofessional as abby’s hands finding your hips, the rough pads of her her fingers ghosting just ever so lightly against the spandex of your shorts. “there you go,” she praised, hand slipping just past the curve of your ass as you dropped into a squat again, the weight of the metal pressing into your shoulders.

If you could see that cocky fucking smile she was wearing you probably would’ve dropped the barbell right then and there.

you almost did when her hips pressed against your own, following your squat motion. When you raised again, arms shaking from the effort, Abby’s breath warmed the back of your neck. “Such a strong girl. See what happens when you quit all that whining?”

God. You were totally screwed.

[forusomimiya]

@kasrua ship & prompt: “Hands behind your back” w/ Hajime Iwaizumi ˚₊˚✧🏐✧˖°🇯🇵

How risky would it be if during half-time of a match, where Hajime should be looking after his team, advising them and motivating them, he is in the farthest locker room of the sports center fucking you because he didn't have enough time to do it that morning?

A lot, you would say, but there you were, having a quickie before returning to your respective affairs.

"Fuck... I love it when you fuck me like that, so good, so - deep, aah"

"You like being my dirty secret huh? You couldn't help but tease me from the bleachers so, here you go, getting what you want" the struggle to keep quiet was inevitable, because fuck, it was impossible not to melt in pleasure listening to the wet and quickly hip thrusts in your ass, and the sound of cum juice bouncing in your pussy with each new thrust. It was a hard thing to deal with.

"Come on... you feel it?"

"Yeah... fuck yes... don't stop Haji, harder, hah!"

"Holy shit" his eyes flew to the floor, where a small puddle began to form. "I'm filling you up so good baby, the way I like it"

“Ah- ahh Haji… mmm s’ good, so good here, give me more, m-more”

"What do ya want?”

"Your... y-your cum, I need you to fill me up please" you swore as his cock grew a little bigger inside you, the fruit of your walls pressing against him every time you let him abuse your fragile spot a little more.

“Shit, you’re clenching down so tightly babe” one of his hands rushed to open your ass to get a better view of his cock being cruelly sucked into your pussy. “Hands behind your back, I’ll give ya what ya need right - fucking - now” with the other he managed to grab both your wrists and make sure they were securely fastened before making a walking fucking mess of you.

“Hajiiii fuck! Cum- Hah - aah!” the itch on the tip of your nose warned you before short tears ran down your cheeks, cumming hard on your husband's cock, not giving a thought to your surroundings, just you and him in your mind, enjoying the fucking moment.

“So fucking pretty… get ready ‘cause I'm gonna fill ya up so fucking hard you'll come to me begging for more, baby"

A.N.: Just think about this scene with Hajime wearing a navy blue polo shirt with a japanese flag and an ear ring. Think about his fuCKING GREEN EYES DEVOURING YOUR ASS MFGGDJSSGHHFKSHD