#rosie x trans reader

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Rosie's Trans Woman (Headcanons/Scenario) Yandere Rosie X Trans Female Reader (Hazbin Hotel)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! This one is going to be Yandere Rosie with A trans female reader meaning the reader was born male! I hope you enjoy this!] 

(Disclaimer: Trans Rights Are Human Rights! The reader is a Transwoman and was AMAB and is female and becoming her true gender from male to female. Trans Women are Women! 

Disclaimer: Rosie is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters is fine just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!) 

-Yandere Headcanons with Rosie X Trans Female Reader From Hazbin Hotel- 

.Rosie is a very kind and caring woman.

.She also is a very classy, capable, articulate, and friendly demon.

.She fell for you hard and knew that you were the one for her.

.She did not mind that you're trans.

.She would in fact make clothes for you and have them shape your curves.

.She knew that you were the woman for her, a stunning beauty.

.She would help you get Estrogen so that you can have the right hormones in your body and start to have your own chest, and the curves that your body would have if you were born female~ 

.She treats you like a woman and like a lady. 

.She is the type of woman who would love to help you through your womanhood. 

.Having you have the best evening gowns and the most comfy of heels. Not to mention your first designer purse. 

.She would have so many first womanhood moments. 

.She would also take you to your first full-body wax. To have you feel smooth and bare like a lot of women can feel.  .She would also show you how to do various styles of make-up styles.

.She would be a good woman to be your lesbian lover and to be the type of woman who helps show you the ropes. 

.Having spa days and shopping trips. and so much more. 

.She would be the type to pamper you and spoil you a bit. 

.She also gives the best advice and is there for you to cry on her soldier if you are having gender dysphoria. 

.She would not care if you did not want bottom surgery. 

.So she would be fine if you still had a cock. 

.You would still be a woman, it does not matter if you have something dangling between your legs. 

(Side note Trans women are women even if they have male reproductive organs, it does not matter what is in their pants but how they feel. Not all trans people can get surgeries but they still are the women and men they always felt they were, that's a fact) 

.With her yandere side she is the type of woman that will not let any man, woman, or person try and insult you. 

.You are her beautiful woman and she does not and would not let anyone talk shit about you. 

.If they were to misgender you they will be brought to cannibal town and consumed. 

.She may even cut out their hearts and give them to you. 

.Making a nice heart roast raw or cooked whatever you would prefer. 

.She would try and have you become a cannibal with her as it is a way she can cook for you and make you have a good meal. 

.She is also a protective type of yandere and would have everyone in cannibal town not to not eat you. 

.She loves you and her sapphic relationship with you. 

.She does have a darker side with who she is, and this does affect her yandere side. 

.In which if someone did a hate crime to you she would not only bring them to cannibal town but dissect them. 

.Taking nonvital organs first so that she can slowly chip away at their bodies and not let them die for the longest of times. 

.She also did not care about Franklin's death and this will show her ruthlessness in her yandere side. 

.In which she does not care if your friends or family die. 

.Because that way they are out of the way and she can keep you more to herself and not have to share you as much. 

.She would happily erase them from your life. 

.They did not deserve your sweet kind love, only she did. 

.No one else deserves you but her. 

.She would also make a soul contract with you, which will have you be able to have the medicine and surgeries you want for your perfect ideal womanly body. 

.She would get you to be one day once you are ready to be her wife. 

.She will make sure that you are her wife and that you and her will have a happy life. 

.She is devoted to you and loyal to you. 

.If you accept the soul contract she will get to work on making your wedding dress design. 

.If you said no she would not be happy and would kidnap you, promising that she would not harm you, but she was just going to help you see straight. 

.She is going to break you down mentally so that you know to depend on her, and then she will help you have the body you always felt like you had and wanted. 

.She just needs you to be her girlfriend, fiance, and one day her wife. 

.You are her everything after her, her sweet darling gal~ 

-And now time for the scenario- 

(MakeOver) (Yandere Rosie) 

(No One's POV) 

You were sitting in front of your girlfriend. You just came out a week ago that you were trans and Rosie told you she was doing something for you. She brought out various pallets and tubes of makeup. You looked at them confused.  "Since you are a woman and your mama never got the chance to teach you how to use makeup. I will be having the honor." She tells you. "We will find your right shades, and which colors are best for your skin tone." 

You smile and look at all of it and she begins to color-match you, finding out that you are either a winter or a summer. She then found the perfect shades for you and started to show you how to apply the makeup. She even showed you newer makeup methods like contour.  "I am glad you picked out (Your favorite shade) of lipstick." She tells you. "It suits you so well."  You smile and she does your lips. Before leaning down and kissing you right on the mouth.  "It really does suit you so well, (Name)." She tells you looking into your eyes with so much love. "Makes your lips so damn kissable~ Now let's do the reveal."  She redid your lipstick that she messed up with that kiss and then held up a mirror and you fan your hands to your eyes. Not closing them.  "(Name)!?" She asks worried.  "I-I am okay." You whimper out. "I-It's just, i-it is me, (Name)."  You finally saw yourself as a beautiful woman and it made you feel so good. Rosie takes you into her arms.  "Yes, it is you~ My Sweet Darling (Name)." She tells you. "All Mine~" 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter here, and please stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[nalpurey]

today is scara day so here’s the x reader version

reader is mostly gn but gets called ma’am once. scara is afab cuz trans scara>>>

dom!reader, sub!scaramouche/sub!wanderer mentions of sa, brief hurt/comfort, fluffy playful smut, the slightest hint of somnophilia if you squint, not proofread

As the flames danced, your shadows cast wide on the ground. You yawned, feeling settled in the familiarity of the campsite. Your traveling companion was always full of surprises, and tonight was no exception. He had requested a sleeping bag in your shared tent, much to your disbelief. “What? Just because I don’t need to doesn’t mean I can’t,” he had said, grinning mischievously. You had rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile at his antics.

The two of you had lit a bonfire and were sitting close to one another, quietly and secretly enjoying the warmth and company of each other’s presence.

You subconsciously stared at your companion. You couldn’t help but notice the way the wanderer winced imperceptibly as the weight of his body pressed against an apparently sore muscle. You saw the way he stood up and straightened his back, only to wince once again as he sat back down. It was clear to you that he was in pain, and it was clear that this was something he was used to, but you still frowned.

“Are you hurt?” you carefully asked, slightly tilting your head to the side.

The wanderer shook his head, not even looking at you. “It’s nothing worth mentioning.”

You sighed. We’ve been traveling companions for a while now, and he still isn’t opening up. Sure, he should take his time, but he has no reason to not trust me after what we’ve done to protect each other…

“You know,” you started in a sweet voice, staring at the dancing flames, “it’s pretty normal to get hurt, or even just have a sore back, when you do nothing but wander around and fight monsters all day. Just let me help you.”

He shook his head again, but his voice had softened. “I don’t… need healing.”

You decided not to ask if that was just another way to say no or he actually didn’t need any healing as a puppet.

“But you’re in pain”, you insisted. “You won’t let me heal you, so at least let me cook you some food, give you a massage or something.”

“A massage?” At the wanderer’s seemingly disgusted frown, you only nodded. “But why?”

“It’ll help your muscles relax”, you responded with a smile.

He rolled his eyes. Though he was doing his best to appear indifferent, he was curious about what you would do. He stared at your hands for a couple seconds, wondering if it would have been that bad to have those soft fingers touching his skin.

“Fine then. Do your worst.”

Oh, he just had to make it into a challenge, didn’t he?

You smiled a bit widely this time. You felt like this could help them get closer. You already considered him an ally, but you wanted him to acknowledge that; to see for himself what it meant to have a companion to place his trust in.

He took off his kimono and pulled down the top part of his bodysuit. His pale rosy skin looked soft, and as perfect as a doll’s. Looking a bit more carefully, you couldn’t help but notice five fading rounded scars on the center of his back. The one in the middle was bigger than the others, and those were undoubtedly the marks his puppet strings had left.

“So? Are you gonna do something, or—”

He freezed upon feeling your warm hand trace up his spine.

“Mnnh…”

“Good?”

He bit his lip. “Shut it.”

“You’re tense. Are you always like this, or…” You stopped yourself, your attention being caught by something else. A small symbol on the highest part of his back. It didn’t look like a scar, it was more like a birthmark. You let your curiosity get the better of you and slid your thumb over the mark, softly. “What’s this?” You asked simultaneously.

Tingly waves of electricity shot through his body, running straight to his crotch, and the wanderer couldn’t prevent a soft moan of sheer pleasure from escaping his slightly parted lips.

You stopped your thumb immediately. “Did I hurt you?” You asked with urgency.

“What? No. Of course not. I’m not that fragile.”

Encouraged, you pressed a bit harder on the spot. Your thumb drew slow circles along the mark, until…

“Ahn… please…”

You made a surprised sound, your eyes widening.

The red-faced wanderer hastened to clarify, “That… slipped out.”

But you had already stopped. “Please what, though? Are you sure this isn’t an uncomfortable place for you to—”

“Shut up, it wasn’t a please stop.”

“Then what was it?”

“It was nothing.”

You only let out a chuckle. You really wanted to be friends (or maybe even more) with him, but right now you couldn’t resist teasing him. “Maybe you find this arousing,” you suggested with a shrug. “This one is probably a sweet spot of yours, am I right?” The wanderer parted his lips to speak, but your thumb found itself on the birthmark again and he had to close them shut to suppress the noise he felt bubbling up his throat. “It’s really pretty, though. It’s a mitsudomoe, right? Very pretty…”

The wanderer could barely focus on your praise, completely absorbed by the feeling of you tracing circles around such a sensitive part of his body.

Until you realized this could probably not help his sore back. Much to the wanderer’s disappointment, you went back to massaging his back, and yes— that helped a lot, but it just didn’t feel as good.

It was pretty relaxing, though. Your touch was delicate, careful. It was completely new to him.

Maybe being in your company wasn’t that bad.

: : : :

He looked so… serene in his sleep. He looked like nothing in the world could ever disturb his slumber. Why wasn’t he always like this? You could only wonder why he didn’t sleep more often, since it made him so calm and peaceful. Maybe if he had slept like this every night he wouldn’t have been so short tempered.

Most of his clothes were lying forgotten in an angle of their tent, neatly folded.

You didn’t even realize you were staring at him, his tiny, immobile sleeping figure, his pink synthetical lips that were just barely pressing against each other, his relaxed brows, his smooth and perfect skin… yes, nothing could ever disturb his slumber…

“Mmgh… hah…” The puppet’s eyebrows started to furrow, and his body began to tremble ever so slightly. You let out a sigh. Oh, you should have expected him to have nightmares. The wanderer was muttering something incomprehensible, so you got a bit closer, trying to make out what he was saying.

“D-don’t…”

Oh, here it comes. What will it be?

You touched his shoulder, trying to wake him from his presumed nightmare.

Will it be… “don’t hurt me”? “Don’t betray me”? “Don’t abandon me”? “Don’t—”

“Don’t stop…”

Your eyes widened. If only you looked down a bit lower, a quick glance at the bottom of his tight bodysuit would have been enough to tell just how soaked wet he was.

In fact, at some point, during your attempts at waking him up, you somehow noticed the dark spot of wetness between his legs.

A subtle smirk creeped onto your face.

He looked so irresistible, and you couldn’t stop staring. You even forgot you were trying to wake him up.

The wanderer’s squirming and tossing around only increased in frequency, finally awaking him.

He blinked once. Twice.

“Were you having a dream?” You enquired innocently.

“Not your business…” he replied, looking away so that you couldn’t see his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “How could you tell…?” He quickly added as soon as he realized he could have said or done something in his sleep.

“Call it intuition or whatever.” You shrugged. “It’s not hard to tell if someone’s dreaming if they keep making noise. Was it a bad dream? Or was it about what we discussed earlier?”

He shuddered, rolling onto his side. “Not. Your. Business.”

“I’m assuming it was?” You challenged.

“I said it’s not your business.” The wanderer responded.

“How about you tell me—” He cut you off.

“How about you go to sleep and leave me alone?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his defensive aggressivity. “Fine, fine. Goodnight Kuni.”

He didn’t say anything in response.

You ignored him back and wrapped a warm blanket around yourself, facing the other way. Not even a minute had passed when the wanderer softly called out to you.

“What is it?”

“Can we… share that?” He was pointing at the blanket.

“Are you sure? You don’t look like you’re cold.”

“Shut up.”

You were right, actually. You always were. He was feeling as hot as he didn’t recall ever feeling, but for some reason he wanted you to be close to him, and sharing a blanket was the only way he considered. There was no way he would explicitly ask you to come closer.

You sat up, scooted closer and pulled the blanket onto him. “Sleep well.” No response again.

You lied back down, on your side, facing away from him.

The wanderer was glad you couldn’t see him squeezing his legs together and rubbing his thighs against each other, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable, hot wetness that was only growing and growing between his folds. As it grew, he noticed he was starting to breathe, loudly— he just couldn’t help it. This feeling was too much, he wanted it gone. He didn’t even need to breathe, why did it feel so necessary yet so difficult right now?

He pressed his forehead against the nape of your neck, making you chuckle quietly. Feeling your warmth against himself was somehow relieving, but it also made his body shake with desire and want.

He muffled a groan of discomfort by covering his mouth with his hand.

“Fuck… [Name]—”

“I’m still awake, you know. Do you need something?” You sleepily muttered.

“Ugh…”

“Won’t you just tell me what’s wrong?” You insisted softly. “I can help you.”

The wanderer wanted it. So badly— but he still had his pride. He shook his head, even though you were facing the other side and couldn’t see him.

You took his silence as a no, anyway. “… Alright. Goodnight again.”

“… ‘Night”, he replied this time, in a small voice. He was determined to let the overwhelming feeling go away on his own…

But a few minutes later, he couldn’t care less. He tapped your shoulder lightly, swallowed his pride and breathed out a whispery “… Help?”

You sat up again, your eyes shining, as if you’d been waiting for that moment. You raised an eyebrow, looking at him and waiting for him to say something more.

To which the wanderer furrowed his brows and muttered something that sounded like “come on”.

“What do you want?” You asked innocently, raising a brow.

“Stop talking and do something already!” He yelled impatiently, forcefully grabbing one of your wrists and directing your hand to his abdomen, not daring to push it lower— maybe hoping you would do that yourself. You smiled, running your fingers up to his chest instead. At your caress, his body relaxed against the thin mattress.

“Lower”, he demanded, impatiently.

But you liked his chest too much to just leave it alone already. You put both of your hands to use; while one massaged his chest through his bodysuit, the other traced its way to his lower stomach, then even lower, then some more, until it was resting on his clothed sex.

As soon as he felt your touch, the wanderer inhaled sharply, his body tensing up. The hand that was caressing his upper body found a nipple and focused its attention on it, earning delicious moans from him and helping him loosen up some more. His eyes were glued to her as soon as she started moving her hand. You really were handling him with care. The combination of your touch and the embarrassment of the situation, of how you looked so serious and focused on him, was really getting to him.

The more you rubbed his clit through the fabric, the more he felt the urge to strip off and expose himself for you. He struggled to remove his bodysuit, and you lent him a hand as soon as you noticed. Once free of his clothing, he laid back down, putting himself on display. You licked your lips.

He was completely flushed red from his face to his chest, his weakened arms resting above his head, his hardened nipples demanding more attention, his parting legs tempting you, his blue eyes silently begging you to touch him. So you did, and he whimpered imperceptibly when your hand made direct contact with his clit for the first time. Not feeling any friction, but only a somehow unsatisfying contact, he moved his hips closer to you, but much to his displeasure you withdrew your finger. He let out a soft cry. He was feeling so good, why did it have to stop already?

“Are you playing with me?” He whined, trying to sound intimidating. “If you’re only doing this to annoy me, might as well…”

He trailed off, observing you. You were giving your thumb a few licks, carefully wetting it before placing it on his engorged clit and moving in slow circles, as two fingers of your other hand held up the hood. To which the wanderer could only shut his eyes, throw his head back and let out a long “oohh…”, pleasantly surprised at just how good it felt.

He wasn’t used to this.

Your pointer finger slid down, passed his urethra and pressed against the slit. Your thumb was still working his clit, circling it at a steady pace. Feeling that you weren’t speeding up, the wanderer complained in a breathy voice. “That’s… too slow.”

You gradually picked up the pace, lubing your finger with his juices to help it slide inside his hole. You looked at him. His eyes were tightly shut and his closed fists were grasping the blanket they were sharing earlier. You were being careful with your movements, afraid to hurt him. “Hey, Kuni. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”, you asked, slightly tilting your head to the side.

“Not of… my own will”, he responded through clenched teeth.

Oh.

That wasn’t completely unexpected.

You removed your clean hand from his body to caress his cheeks.

“I’m… sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s… nothing, really.” He gave a nod of his head to signal you to keep going from where you had stopped.

You experimentally moved your finger, but he had gotten tighter. Thinking back about what happened had apparently made him tense up again. “I, uh… I don’t want to hurt you”, you stated. He looked away. He knew it would hurt if you pushed inside him right now.

Sensing his anxiety, you straddled him and softly placed a kiss on his cheek. Your right hand lightly grazed the sensitive birthmark on his higher back, as you continued leaving kisses on his face. The wanderer made a little smile, and let out soft noises and hums of pleasure, while you showered him with affection by pecking his forehead, cheeks, and even the tip of his nose.

“My— my lips too.”

“Alright.”

Complying with his request, you kissed him on the lips. His lips parted, letting her tongue in as soon as he felt it prodding his mouth. You adjusted your position so that your knee was now in between his legs, and he started to roll his hips against it immediately, moaning into your mouth. The friction felt so good on his clit, and now he just wanted more, more, more.

When your lips parted, you kissed his neck, softly nibbling and sucking on it, relishing in the way he tilted his head back to expose his body even further, curving himself to get you to do more, every single cell of him screaming “take me, and do whatever you want to me”. And desiring nothing more than that.

You cupped his chest with both hands and gently fondled his porcelain skin. The wanderer was breathing heavily, completely lost in the feeling of the soft skin of his neck being marked by your mouth and his sensitive nipples being stimulated this delicately. His folds started to lubricate again as he rubbed himself against your leg, hips bucking furiously. His hands feebly grasped your silky hair, trying to push you further onto his body. He guided you where he wanted your attention, and you found yourself licking and suckling on a nipple. His other breast, small enough to fit in your palm, savored your caresses. He could feel something hot churn into his lower stomach. The feeling was slowly taking over his entire body, it was like a drug, and now he needed more.

“[Name]… it feels good, ahh…”

You smiled against his skin. You were making progress.

“[Name]. I think I’m ready.”

“Mhm?”

“Yes. You… won’t need to go easy on me.”

“Well, I’m still going to make this as comfortable as I can.”

He smiled imperceptibly, nothing but pure love in his eyes. He gave a slight nod of his head to encourage you. “Come inside… [Name].”

Your finger found itself back where it was earlier, circling the hole before slowly sliding in. Your body was moving on its own, as if it was on autopilot.

“N-ngh…”

You gradually pushed your finger deeper, observing his face to make sure it wasn’t too overwhelming for him. “Is this okay?”

The wanderer nodded frantically. This felt way better than he had imagined. “More… more…” he managed to squeeze out, his voice sounding broken and hoarse. “Go deeper…” He was sweating, so much so that his skin looked a bit shiny from the moisture.

“You’ve got to call me ma’am for that”, you said.

“In your dreams. I’m not calling you that,” he mumbled.

You chuckled. “I wasn’t serious, dummy.” And as proof, your finger went deeper. The wanderer instantly forgot you had been teasing him.

“Oohh… nnh… just like that…”

Encouraged, you kept rubbing his inner walls with care, searching for that one spot that would have your Kuni crying out in pleasure.

The wanderer was lost in a trance-like state. His ocean eyes were unfocused and teary, and a bit of drool could be spotted at the corner of his mouth.

When your skilled lips made contact with his clit, pressing a loving kiss on it, Kuni’s eyes went wide and he whimpered slightly in surprise. He lost his composure once again when you began to give it the softest kitten licks, sloppily throwing his leg over your shoulder, making it easier to buck his pussy right into your mouth as you licked at his hardened clit.

“Haah… ma’am, feels so good…”

You could feel blood rushing to your cheeks. And your crotch.

You was feeling like his pleasure was the only purpose of your life. You lapped up all the delicious juices that came out of him, your gentle licks turning into messy and frantic sucks.

And the wanderer, oh, he was long gone. Weakly holding your free hand, occasionally squeezing it when he felt like the pleasure was too much for his body to handle, he’d never felt as good as he was feeling now. His head thrown back in heavenly bliss, resting on the blanket he had used to lie next to you and get this in exchange— oh, it’d been so worth it, he kept thinking. He would have done it again and again if it meant feeling the same pleasure he was feeling now.

You were so gentle with him. Did he even deserve your gentleness?

“Kuni? Are you feeling alright?”

Warm juices trickled down your chin as you lifted your head from his crotch to make sure he was okay. Placing a hand on the underside of his thigh, you waited for his nod to start eating him out again.

“I’m feeling... a little more than alright.”

[scoutswritingcorner]

Rosie is a queen. Can you do a Platonic Rosie x reader where reader sees her as a mom/aunt figure?

Platonic Rosie Headcanons!

Rosie x GN!Reader

TW:NONE!

A/N: Rosie is Mother.

-🫀 Alastor definitely introduces you both! You were taken under his wing after you walked into the hotel.

-🫀 If your shy, she’s more than happy to reel herself in when talking to you. But if you're the more outgoing type she’s asking you so many questions!

-🫀 Rosie has unofficially adopted you and is taking that role seriously. No one in cannibal town is allowed to harm a single hair on your head. 

-🫀 You have your own room in her boutique! Just somewhere you can hang out and take a nap if your energy is low. She completely understands!

-🫀 Now, Rosie has been around for a long long time. She’s seen everything and she’s very caught up (kinda) on modern slang and is an ally in every way. Your trans? She has all these different types of clothes that fit you! All she has to do is get your measurements down! Need a new haircut? She knows just the person. Or want to learn how to put makeup on? She’s your gal!

-🫀 Have a partner or a crush on someone? Tell her everything! She wants to know, she can sniff out bullshit from a mile away. So if this person raises any red flags for her she tells you right away.

-🫀Alastor being Alastor and teasing you too much? She’s chewing him out and telling him to relax, you're just a kid!

-🫀She teaches you how to effectively kill and dissect someone! Even if you don’t partake in the cannibal ways, she does it to keep her mind calm and knows you can handle yourself!

-🫀 Please teach her more stuff about LGBTQIA+, she’s a sucker for that type of knowledge!

-🫀 Much like any mom/aunt figure. She worries too much and she will make you wear a jacket out if it’s even windy. Or if it’s too hot she makes you drink water to keep you hydrated and cool. 

-🫀 If Alastor visits without you? She always asks about you and gives him a box of your favorite treat so he can give it to you!

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HAZBIN MASTERLIST

Disclaimer; let it be known that I do not enjoy Viv as a person. However I cannot deny that as the show stands, without taking any of the creators in it into consideration, I do enjoy it. I find that it may be better for me mentally to just let the brainrot happen rather than suppress it. With that said, let's get to the Masterlist!

Like the other lists, you can find all the appropriate links here! Remember to check my bio for status updates on requests

If any of the links are incorrect let me know!

As of April 1st 2024 this list is complete

CHARLIE:

Platonic charlie x sleepy!fallen angel!reader

Trope 1 w/ charlie

B c d with charlie

ANGEL DUST:

Angel Dust x fallen seraphim!reader

J K X w/ Angel

VAGGIE:

Vaggie x anxious!reader

HUSK:

Valentines w/ Husk

Husk x entertainer!reader

Platonic husk w/ reader seeing him as a father figure

Prompts 2 and 9 for husk

Husk resting his head on your lap

Husk trying to talk the reader out of asking out alastor

SIR PENTIOUS:

Snuggling w/ a warm reader

Valentine's w/ Sir Pentious

General fluff hcs

Sir Pentious x Gardener!reader

Sir Pentious x inventor!reader

Sir pentious x powerful but uninterested!reader

Sir pentious defending the reader

Trope 3 w/ Sir pentious

Prompt 1 w/ pentious

Sir pentious x flirty!reader

Platonic sir pentious x demon kid reader

C k p with sir pentious

Redeemed pentious x angel reader

Pentious x anxious reader

Q-Z + bonus prompt with pentious

Tropes 1-4 with sir pentious

A-P with sir pentious

Pentious x slasher fan!reader

Pentious x oc (raffle winner)

Pentious bring comforted by oc (raffle winner)

Pentious x dancer!reader

ALASTOR:

Valentines w/ Alastor

Alastor x high energy!fighter!reader

Resting your head on Alastors lap

Alastor and the reader dancing

Alastor x reader like rosie

Prompts 5 and 7 w/ alastor

Prompts 8 and 12 w/ alastor

K c p with alastor

A J I with alastor

Alastor x reader who loves touch

Platonic alastor x quiet child!reader

36 38 40 with alastor

LUCIFER:

Platonic father figure!lucifer x reader

Platonic Lucifer x fallen angel!reader

Baking apple cookies for Lucifer

Z with Lucifer

I R Y with Lucifer

W with Lucifer

ADAM:

Y J I for adam

A and c for adam

Adam x male!giant!seraphim!teader

♡ and T for Adam

Z for adam

N and P for Adam

Reader finding out about the exterminations

Adam reacting to Lucifer flirting with the reader

Adam x reader w/ chronic hanahaki

Adam x feminine trans male reader

Prompts 32 and 38 with Adam

Platonic adam x angel!kid!reader who is missing a wing

3 11 36 with Adam

L for adam

LUTE:

C I J for Lute

C E I for lute but its post season 1 finale

Y U Z with lute

A L T with lute

Lute x cupid!reader

Prompt 38 with Lute

Prompts 6 and 10 with lute

VOX:

Valentine's w/ vox

Platonic vox x kid!hyperactive!reader

Vox x influencer!reader

A l q with vox

Platonic father figure vox x AFAB!reader

Vox x reader who watches kids cartoons

CHERRI BOMB:

C K X for cherri bomb

Cherri x autistic!reader

ROSIE:

A L R w/ Rosie

36 38 40 with rosie

MULTI:

Adam x reader x lute but lute is jealous

Adam and Lute x kind!angel!reader

Charlie vaggie and angel celebrating valentines

Platonic adam and rosie x hyper!kid!reader

Making heart shaped cookies for the cast 1/?

Hugging the cast 1/?

Heart shaped cookies part 2/?

Hugging the cast part 2/?

Adam and Lucifer x reader who likes watching kids shows

Platonic Charlie, vaggie, and angel dust x new sinner!reader

Verosika, vox, chaz, barbie, lute and striker being called pookie bear by their partner

Various HH characters x autistic reader

Angel, husk, alastor, and pentious x kind sinner!reader

[lovevxle]

Can you do lucifer x trans female reader that lives in the hotel and has become Charlie’s mother figure while Lilith has been away, The reader when lucifer first comes to the hotel is like, “HOLY SHIT HES ADORABLE”. Then lucifer sees the reader and gets flustered himself.

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Nervous.

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Lucifer x trans!fem

Cw🚩: none :)

a/n: this was a cute idea! I haven't meant to put it off for other fics, it was just a bit difficult to write😭🙏 Anyway, hope you enjoy reading and just know I trieddd!!

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You were a sinner at the Hazbin Hotel. You had been staying there a few months, but over that span of time, you and Charlie became inseparable. She would often ask you for afterlife advice, how to run the hotel better, or just for a chat. Since Lilith had left, she had no one to call a mother until she found you. She had no problem telling you how much you meant to her and vise versa.

It had been a while since you really felt alright talking to people about your gender identity, but with the people at the hotel...it felt like home. They would support you, comfort you, and help you become the person you wanted to be. To them, you were family, cisgendered or not.

It was a regular day in the hotel and you were helping Charlie clean up after a redemption activity. After cleaning, Charlie gathers up the residents of the Hotel. She looks at you nervously and you give her a smile to help her let out the words. "My father will be coming later tonight..it's just to talk about heaven stuff and meet you guys! Nothing much..he wont even be here for that long and he'll-" Charlie goes on.

Everyone ia mostly fine with this and also sorta exited to be meeting the King of Hell himself. A few hours pass and there's a knock at the hotel door. Charlie nervously opens. "Hey d-" "CHARLIE!!" Lucifer yells as he hugs his daughter tightly.

He looled exactly as described. Pale white skin, rosy cheeks, and slick back blonde hair. He was quite attractive not to lie...and short. Very short. He was introduced to all the residents, Angel, Husk, Niffty, Vaggie, Sir Pentious, Alastor (pure chaos), and then you. It went pretty well with most of them (except Al of course), but when he saw you...poof. You tried shaking his sweaty hand as you two blushed and smiled.

Yes, this was infact very akward.

Some time passed and he found himself trying to get to know you more. Charlie did have to pry him away from you a few times to go talk to the others. "So why ya' down here anyway, heh?" "What era were you from?" on, and on, and on. He was so invested in getting to know you and...you were just happy talking to him.

The night was starting to settle down and Lucifer was getting ready to leave. Everyone had sayd their goodbye's and right qhen you said it aswell and so did he. "Um...b-before I leave...could I possibly maybe slightly get your numberrrr?" you were stunned.

I mean, sure he was being extra nice to you, not really talking to anyone else, and trying to g- oh. He really liked you. "I- uh- sure!" You replied. Charlie's eyes shot open. Right as you two were exchanging phones, you stopped for a second.

"Wait."

He looked up slightly worried "Um..yes?" he asked. "You do know I'm not like..how do I say this...cis?" Lucifer chuckled. "Oh, darling, I don't care about that!" your face relaxes. He accepted you. "O-oh! Great then!" you said, obviously happy. He eventually did leave and you were in a great mood the rest of the night.

As the caring ainner you were, did go check if this was okay with Charlie after he did leave though. "It's fine! As long as you're happy, I'm happy. I was just a little suprised is all." she said, smiling. "You promise it's alright?" you ask anxiously.

"Promise."

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[selfindulgentpixies]

MDNI Trans!Satoru Gojo x GN!reader

CW: Trans Gojo (his clit is referred to as a cock), Afab!Reader, GN!Reader, reader gets called pretty and gorgeous but only neutral pronouns are used. You eat Gojo out and he fucks you with a strap. Trans Gojo haunts me oh so sexily and has been buzzing about my brain for a while. It's been a long time since i wrote proper smut so please be kind. (Also sorry to those who have been waiting for this I get super self conscious writing smut so it takes me a while. Also all rude comments or hate for trans!Gojo will be met with a very swift block and possibly a report. I do not have time for transphobes)

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Mine mine mine

You could stay here between his legs and be happy to never leave as he ruts against your face, plush wet fold sliding over your lips and your tongue dipping into his hole as his fat cock grinds against your nose. Yeah no you could probably die happy like this surrounded in his scent and taste. You might actually if he doesn’t loosen the grip on the back of your head, pushing you tighter and deeper against his cunt. 

“Fuuuck just like that. Haaa You’re so good for me.” His deep moans and thready breaths go straight to your own core. You know he’ll fuck you once you’re done. He never leaves you wanting, always returns the pleasure you’d given him in kind.

In the interest of your continued existence however you lightly pinch the inside of his thigh making him jerk and loosen his grip on the back of your head so you can pull back for a breath. “Haaa sorry sorry,” He says as his hand goes from gripping your hair to petting over it. His hips stutter upward when your warm breath fans over his cock and cunt. He looks down at you and you’re a mess. Eyes glazed over and his slick coating the lower half of your face making it glisten. “Fuck you’re gorgeous like this. Leaves no doubt that you’re mine.” His lips curl up in a lazy grin bringing out his dimples and rosy cheeks. He’s not much better than you, hair clinging to his face from sweat, chest stained pink while it rises and falls. His hand moves from your hair, slides over your cheek and then cups your chin where he swipes his thumb over your glistening lips before dipping into your eager mouth. You suck on the rough digit drawing a groan from deep in his chest. 

He pulls his thumb from your mouth with a small pop, a thin trail of spit connects you to the digit for a moment almost like it’s an extension of your reluctance to release it. He can’t help but chuckle at the pout you give him before he’s pulling you up along his body, one of his thighs slotting between yours, your arousal slicking across his strong thigh as you go, your own leg is pressed tight against his puffy folds. He licks a stripe over your messy chin and into your mouth, taking pleasure in the mixed taste of the two of you, taking satisfaction in the way you moan into his mouth as you try rut against his thigh, taking, taking, taking because he can never get enough of you and would pull you into his own being if he could. Strong hands still your hips as he begins to grind up against you, controlling the pace as your cunts slick against each other's thighs. You moan against his mouth, actually trying to kiss him being abandoned in favor of panting and whining into each other. It’s all so messy, absolutely wanton as your hands slide up his chest and wet sounds fill the room. 

“Can I get you to cum like this? Just grinding on my thigh?” You feel his smirk as he skims his lips down your throat to nip at the delicate skin there. He didn’t actually have room to tease considering the mess he was making against your own thigh but he was scattering your thoughts too much for you to point that out. You’d already been drunk on him long before he’d pulled you up from between his thighs.

“Satoru, please,” You whine, gripping tightly at his shoulders. 

“Please what?” And he pulls his face back from where he’d been marking up your neck to give you a smug grin and has the nerve to stop grinding the two of you together because of course he had to be a tease and a menace even in bed. 

The whine you let out this time could be called petulant as the man currently controlling your pleasure stills you with strong hands as you try to chase your own pleasure. The high you’d been chasing stuttering and being suspended before you by the unfairly pretty man you were giving yourself to. He could swear he feels your cunt pulse against him and how you're trying to move your hips to get something, anything from him. It’s all in vain though with his strong hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your plush body. You likely have perfect little bruises later as a reminder.

“You’re gonna have to use your words, pretty.” He nips at your kiss swollen lips. 

“You’re terrible.” Your words only make him smile harder and god is it a pretty smile even when it’s at your expense. “Want more of you.” You pout and as you begin to glance away he rocks his thigh against you, a reward that draws a hissed breath between your teeth out of surprise. Perhaps he wasn’t as dead set at playing games with you as thought he might be as he begins to slowly grind the two of you together again. 

“Want more of me how?” He asks against your lips. “You really getting shy on me now even after you’d been moaning into my cunt just a minute ago?” His voice is low and the nature of his words makes your stomach flutter and your thighs clench around his. 

You try to bury your face in his neck but he grips you at the nape and gently pulls you back enough to look at him, the oceans in his eyes partially obscured by his blown wide pupils. You swallow thickly. “Want you to fuck me.” 

“There you go.” And suddenly he’s flipping you over, your back being pressed down into the plush bed. He kisses you before pulling back and rising to his knees. The air of the room chills against your exposed cunt and the wet patch Satoru had left on your thigh. You watch him as he shuffles to the side table where he’d left his already prepared strap and it’s harness, the base of which is specifically textured and shaped to also give pleasure to the wearer. You watch transfixed as he puts it on, admiring how the straps of the harness frame his ass. He smirks over his shoulder at you, well aware of how you hadn’t taken your eyes off him. 

Moving back over to you he pushes your legs apart to make space for himself. He places one of his hands on your lower tummy, splaying his fingers out before gently squeezing the soft flesh there. He chuckles to himself. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Oh just thinking about how ruined you’re going to be once i’m right here.” He gives you another squeeze and delights in how you squeak and your cheeks heat up. 

“Satoruuu, stop,” You whine and then your eyes widen when he starts to pull back entirely despite damn well knowing what you meant. “No no no I meant stop teasing not stop stop.” You begin to sit up and reach for him. 

He smiles at you cheekily and grabs your hands as they reach for him, linking your fingers together. “But you’re so fun to tease.” He leans in until your noses are just barely touching. From this close he can’t see you pout but he can see how your brows knit together. He rubs your noses together before kissing the space between your eyebrows, then kisses the apple of your cheek and then finally your lips. “You know I’ll always take care of you after though. Would never dream of leaving my pretty hanging. Now-” he releases your hands so he can slide them down your body, taking in every dip and soft curve. The feeling of his slightly rough hands making a shiver go through you. “-where was I?” he pauses at where he’d been originally groping at your stomach before moving lower, his touch turning feather light and teasing as his fingers move over where you want him most. You buck your hips involuntarily at the light contact. 

Gojo tuts at you and holds your hips down with one hand while he teasingly explores your folds, almost agonizing in his gentleness as he slides his long fingers through them. He catches your clit between his middle and index finger before leaning down to suck on it, his fingers moving away from it to begin to dip into your wet heat. When you try to buck toward him the hand on your hip holds you firm. He hums against your clit as he pushes his fingers into your wet heat, drawing a moan from your kiss swollen lips.

The contact is gone all too quickly as he pulls everything back, his mouth, his fingers. Your pathetic whine is unneeded as he’s immediately positioning his silicone cock at your entrance. He dips the head in, watching your face intently as he pushes it in inch by inch. 

His name catches somewhere between a whine and a sigh as it falls from your lips. “Satoru…” You reach for him and he catches your hands in his own, lacing his larger fingers with yours once again and pressing them down into the mattress on either side of your head as he covers your body with your own, bottoming out. Pressing his lips against yours he swallows a moan from you before beginning a slow grind into you, his own cunt and cock rubbing against the silicone base of the strap on.  He pants into your mouth and when he pulls back slightly to gaze at you a string of spit connects the two of you. 

“You’re so fucking pretty like this. Pretty and mine.” His thrusts pick up. “Always gonna be mine yeah?” 

“Always yours,” you reply dazed and already looking fucked out. You wrap your legs around his hips, trying to keep him deep inside of you. 

He squeezes your hands, now spurred on, working his hips to get your both to your high. The sounds filling the bedroom are obscene, the wet sounds of his cock filling your cunt over and over, the sounds of skin on skin and not least of all your moans. You’ll probably get a sound complaint later for the headboard banging against the wall if nothing else. “ ‘toru I’m-” You cry out. And he swallows your cry of pleasure, his lips covering your own. He can feel your orgasm splash against him, soaking the sheets beneath you as he ruts harder into you, drawing it out while chasing his own. You feel his hips stutter and press hard into you, slowing into a steady grind as he slows before pulling out and flopping next to you. 

He pulls you against his chest, and the both of you lay there panting as you come down. One of his hands runs up and down your spine while you kiss at the underside of his jaw. After several calm moments you speak up and he swears can hear the pout it your voice. “You didn’t let me finish eating you out.” He laughs sudden and loud.  The two of you were nowhere near done for the night.

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[lawomi]

Mastectomy Research - Trans!Trafalgar Law x amab!Reader

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Requested by @stupidjaguar 💞 ty

As the journalist of the Heart Pirates, you have some valuable connections to help Law through his transition during his late teens. However, it inevitably requires him to come out to you.

CWs: Fluff, SFW, Trans coming out scenario, pre-Romance Dawn, minor Novel Law spoilers

Luckily, Trafalgar Law’s development revolving his puberty was relatively slow. However, his breasts had developed significantly by the time he was leaving Wolf to embark on his journey. It was a treasure itself that his found family, his adoptive grandfather and best friend Bepo, knew he was transgender as early as possible. Wolf hadn’t brought it up until much later in their relationship when Law began menstruating, but he had in fact bathed him the day he saved his life and yet, he continued respecting Law’s identity and fed him. Bepo seemed bewildered by the idea, but he saw Law no differently and didn’t ask too many overly prying questions. Law was Law.

Around the start of his life at sea, Law would wear baggy hoodies to hide his chest at first. Later, Bepo began helping him bind his chest to make it as flat as possible each and every morning. He wasn’t confident in his ability to perform a mastectomy at that point, but occasionally he practiced the procedure on cadavers based on the scientific books he managed to find. When they visited islands he would even interview with surgeons, none whom he had encountered having first hand experience. The topic occupied a large portion of his mind and seeing his breasts made him incredibly dysphoric.

He came out to his (apparently) cisgender heterosexual male misfit friends, Shachi & Penguin, sometime after being at sea. Their respect for Law outweighed any beliefs they held on the unfamiliar topic, but that didn’t stop them from bombarding him with invasive questions. Dedicated to his career, he patiently answered questions and worked through misunderstandings. He knew they were loyal and would heed his words to keep this between the four original crewmembers unless stated otherwise.

During those years, he recruited plenty of people onto his crew. He sought people who’s professions revolved around medicine, machinery, weaponry, combat; people typically older than him. Eventually, he found someone in particular whom he developed a close relationship with, one whom he felt he could trust and that could aid him in his research.

You walked into Law’s office. Your place of origin is the Grand Line and he recruited you for your connections and documentation of pirates across the sea. You had been a Heart Pirate for several months now and Law had shown you quite a bit of interest; one could have argued he had been playing favorites. While Law made sure to interact with each and every new recruit in the early days, he seemed to have wanted to know the most about you; by then he wanted you to know more about him.

“Good morning,” Law smirked at you, tipping his spotted bucket hat in greeting. He sat at the edge of his desk, legs splayed out casually as he addressed you. Not quite like the stoic, put together professional his crew knew in present day. “A treat to see your pretty face so soon,” he mused, “Thanks for showing up so early.”

You’re betrayed by your rosy cheeks, unable to hide the fact you loved how he was comfortable flirting with you. Your dynamic was a fun one. Law enjoyed listening to you ramble on and on about your experiences in journalism. Meanwhile, you would try to understand all of his research revolving medicine; it sounded quite complex and required you to know many things you did not to fully grasp what he said. You made sure to ask questions, he was always patient and kind. As you always did in those conversations, you returned his greeting with an enthusiastic grin and salute.

“Of course, Captain. Wouldn’t miss a meeting with you for the world.”

Law’s smirk curled into a wide cocky grin. “Well, aren’t you one of my most loyal men? You better watch it, I’m not giving you a day off for that,” he chuckle that familiar chuckle that excited you each time you spoke to him. “Anyhow,” he cleared his throat, “As usual I require some information from you. In this case, though, it is for a procedure I plan to do on myself.”

You perk up at this information, mind running rampant with questions. What could Trafalgar Law need surgical treatment for? Was he okay?

“I need to know,” Law clicked his tongue, trying to mask his nerves. “… What do you have on Emporio Ivankov and his knowledge of body modification?”

“Body modification?” You echo. Technically, you didn’t know what Law would want to modify, but you had an inkling of the category of procedure if he wanted Ivankov of all people. “Well, to start, Ivankov is apart of the Revolutionary army, Captain. He is known for his devil fruit, the Hormone-Hormone fruit. When it comes to body modification, well… His fruit allows him to instantly swap his or someone else’s gender.” You see Law wince ever so slightly at your wording. You’d tried, but you didn’t have the correct language for it.

“Thank you for that, I hadn’t known it worked on his own body as well,” Law slid down from his seat atop his desk, standing tall with his hands in his pockets. “Do you happen to have a connection to contact Ivankov? I don’t want his power, but I want to know what information he may have on mastectomy, metoidioplasty and phalloplasty. I want the latest scientific papers on these subjects in order to perform them properly.”

You pause a moment, mulling over his words. “Wait, didn’t you say you want to perform on yourself? Those are all procedures typically used for trans men in this context.”

Law’s lips quirked, a nervous chortle escaping him. “Yes, I know.”

Another pause. Your mind was going in two directions, trying to fish for that person you could contact, but you were very distracted by your captains affirmation. “Erm, before I continue, Captain. Are you transgender? I hope that isn’t rude to ask…”

Taking a long, deep sigh, Law nodded, “Yes, I am a transgender man.” He allowed the confirmation to hang in the air, waiting for your response. He couldn’t quite look at you, his brows stitched in worry.

“That’s amazing!” You blurt, jaw slack from the shock. “I would have never known.”

Law smiled meekly, appreciating your unexpected enthusiasm despite the typical cisgender response. He was fortunate to have been able to start testosterone as young as he had, for his genetics as well; if he had not been, he would have still been a man. When he looked in the mirror he had a vague image of his father in mind, thankful he had inherited his good looks despite being born with an estrogen favoring genome.

“I suppose that explains your baggy hoodie—well, besides the fact its comfortable…” you pinch your chin, “Who else knows?”

Law laughed, “I suppose. Only my closest of crewmates know about this. About four others and now yourself. Do we need to sign an oath that you won’t say a thing?” His voice was silky, teasing. He knew perfectly well you were good at hiding all your secrets.

Still, you fold your arms and scowl. “Why on earth do you have to keep it to yourself, Captain? The Heart Pirates are your crew. Any asshole unwilling to learn do not belong here!”

“Woah,” Law lifted two palms up, “I have many goals and I need their help. If I can keep the peace, I will…”

“But what kind of loyal pirates are they to judge you? You aren’t any different; you are still their fine, handsome leader. For the majority of them, they owe you their lives.” You slowly widen your eyes, realizing you’d gone off and called him hot. Your cheeks burned a deep chestnut.

Law walked forward and set his hand on your shoulder. His eyes crinkled at the corners, his cheeks flushed, beaming a big, genuine grin. “I’m flattered, thank you. I appreciate you wanting to defend me, but I will come out to my crew at my own pace. Please keep this between us.”

You set your hand atop his affectionately, still dizzy from your embarrassment and now his incredibly rare expression of joy. Happiness swelled inside you to have grown this close to your captain; you looked forward to learning and growing with him. “So, about that contact I have for Ivankov…”

[sehtoast]

A Slip of the Tongue (Homelander x Reader)

18+

3.8k - The sleepier Homelander gets, the needier he becomes.

Warnings: Pegging, anal fingering, anal sex, daddy kink, vaginal fingering, cum eating, spit, sublander.

!please note, Y/n is written as a pre-bottom surgery trans man. otherwise, the vast majority of Y/n's physical descriptors (eye color, hair color, etc) are kept to a minimum for the sake of reader inclusivity- and also lmao i basically stole spiderman for Y/n's supe identity, so there are some references to that

They’d spent the better part of the day curled up on the couch, watching some documentary VNN was airing about the history of Vought, stuffed full of lies and anything else that may make the company look good.  Homelander had picked it, giving some excuse along the lines of there being nothing better to watch.

Y/n knew that it was actually one of John’s duties to stay up to date with Vought’s self-published bullshit so that he could perform better on their behalf.  If Vought pushed a new narrative, Homelander pushed it too.  John carried that burden like the curse it was: constantly rewriting what was hammered into him for his entire life to better sell the image of the conglomerate.

The web-slinger gazed lovingly at the blonde head resting in his lap as he stroked his fingers through the soft tresses.  Homelander was in rare form that day.  His hair was soft and fluffy, unstyled after a shared shower.  He wore only one of Y/n’s t-shirts and his signature red briefs.  Y/n found it terribly endearing when John dressed down.  It always seemed like a silent statement that Homelander felt safe and secure with him, that he knew it was okay to drop his image and opt for something that didn’t scream strong, domineering, and perfect.

Within the walls of Y/n’s home, or maybe even as simple as the web-head’s presence, Homelander was allowed to just be.

Not only was the sight endearing, it was also… arousing.  Seeing him like that, so open, so exposed, so vulnerable– it sparked something within Y/n.  

The shirt framed John nicely, running just a smidge too small due to the differences in their respective statures.  It hugged his shoulders tightly, and tended to ride up when Homelander leaned either way, exposing his lower belly or back– sometimes both, if Y/n was lucky.  The lines of his hips dipped below the band of his underwear, and worked much like a neon sign to direct Y/n to where he wanted to be.  The hair trailing down his abdomen worked well to mark the path Y/n needed only to follow to get there.

Homelander had shifted around a few times, initially laying on his left side with his legs curled up.  Now, he laid on his back, his head tilted to the side to keep his sight on the TV screen.  Y/n’s eyes never quite strayed from the exposed skin of John’s abdomen, except only when he got distracted by the curve of his dick in those cute little briefs.

Y/n licked his lips absentmindedly, recalling that his favorite method of removing Homelander’s underwear was with his teeth.

The web-head trailed his fingertips along John’s hairline, sneaking up into the longer section of his undercut from time to time to scratch and massage his scalp.  He could tell Homelander was getting sleepy– he was far too comfortable to avoid the inevitable.  He watched John adjust again, moving back onto his side.

Y/n trailed his fingers from the line of John’s hair to the corner of his lips, trailing his index finger softly over the rosy pink flesh.

Despite his tiredness, John reacted instinctively, drawing Y/n’s finger into his mouth with a soft sigh.  He sucked the digit in, all the way to the knuckle, curling his tongue to play with it lazily.  He rolled onto his back, his head pressing into Y/n’s stomach, nuzzling into it for comfort.

Y/n slipped his middle finger into the mix, pulling another soft moan from Homelander– who looked utterly on the verge of dozing off.  His eyes hazed under his heavy lids.

“Get them nice and wet for me, baby.  I have a surprise to help you sleep…”

Homelander nodded, and Y/n swore he could feel a fresh gush of saliva flood against his digits.

When the drool started seeping from the corner of Homelander’s mouth, Y/n instructed him to shift, to get on his side once more and angle his hips– to give Y/n clear access to his hole.

Homelander groaned as a wet fingertip slipped past the band of his briefs, trailing down to probe him.  Y/n’s finger rimmed around his hole with a gentle firmness– just the way he liked it.  Homelander was extra receptive these days to being played with like this.  The night Y/n first fucked him, John was convinced that he’d had the most intense orgasm he’d ever to date.  Since then, he became more than comfortable with Y/n’s appreciation for fingering him, of pounding him into the bed, and of the occasional rimjob.  

He especially loved that those three tended to be a package deal.

“Mmm, Y/n…” he moaned, pushing back against the fingers that pierced him, yearning for more even through his tiredness.  An extra set of fingers found their way into his mouth, and John sucked greedily upon them.

“Attaboy,” Y/n praised, scissoring his fingers gently to stretch John’s hole.  The tight muscle gave way to the familiarity, and Y/n did his best to focus on John’s prostate despite the odd angle.  He leaned down to whisper into Homelander’s ear.

“So soft, my love.”  He pressed a kiss to the tip of John’s ear.  “So warm, so good…”

Y/n slipped his finger out– grinning at the soft groan of protest John produced– and brought his palm to his mouth.  He spit into it, then reached back down, cupping Homelander’s sack and gently massaging it.  He rolled the tender flesh in his wet hand, feeling John’s balls tense up inside with every wave of pleasure jolting through him.  Y/n trailed back to Homelander’s taint, where he rubbed gently for a moment, causing his love to cease satisfying his oral fixation to pant heavy breaths.

His fingers sank back into Homelander’s ass, causing the strongest man in the world to whine and buck his hips.

“Y-Y/n,” Homelander moaned sweetly, the wetness of his mouth dripping down Y/n’s knuckles.

“Yes, Johnny?”

“Please…”

“Mmm, not yet.  I still have more for you, babe…”

Homelander released Y/n’s fingers from his mouth and leaned back.  He reached up, bringing his lover down by the neck for a kiss, wet and sloppy from the drool that streaked across his chin.  John’s tongue rolled free between kisses, and Y/n took the liberty of sucking it into his mouth each time they reconnected.

Y/n made sure to fuck into Homelander extra sweetly during their kiss.  He simply loved the feeling of John’s moans reverberating against his lips.

When Homelander finally had a clear chance to look down, to see the mess that he’d become, he was met first with the sight of his cock tented in his briefs.  A large dark spot framed the tip of his shaft, wet with the unrelenting drool of precum.  He lifted his leg into the air for a better view, and Y/n seized the opportunity to give an extra deep thrust of his fingers, burying them to the knuckle.

Homelander’s face was flushed a bright red as he watched the scene unfold.

“Touch yourself,” Y/n whispered, watching John’s eyes go wide at the gentle command.  He loved that, despite the fact he never explicitly told John not to touch himself, he waited for permission anyway.

Such a soft, sweet, submissive boy…

Homelander moved the front of his underwear to the side and gripped himself immediately, mewling at the double stimulation as he fucked up into his hand.  He pumped his shaft slowly for a moment– just like he knew Y/n liked to see, and suddenly he felt the fingers in his hole leave to cup his sack again.

Y/n snaked his free hand inside the collar of John’s shirt, running through the dark hair on his chest before taking handfuls of his pectoral muscle, milking obscene noises from him in the process.  He could never quite get over the way John would fucking sing if he had his tits played with.  

“Make sure,” Y/n whispered into John’s ear as he gently worked his balls, “that when you cum… you catch it for me.”

Homelander’s eyes went wide before clenching shut, the feeling of heat building behind his eyelids prompting him to close them before he lost control.  He turned his face away from Y/n.

“Ah, ah,” Y/n tutted, his hand leaving Homelander’s sack to redirect his gaze.  “Look me in the eye when you cum.”

“I-I don’t– what if–”

“You won’t, Y/n replied earnestly, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to John’s lips.  “I trust you.  I always do.”

A pang of something struck Homelander’s heart, but he couldn’t focus on it for too long when Y/n’s hand crept back down and the other took his nipple in a pinch to roll it teasingly.

“H-hah!” John shouted, stroking his cock with an inhuman speed as he held eye contact with Y/n.  “Fuck!  I’m– I- I’m gonna–”

“Cum for me, baby.” Y/n cooed.  “Make sure you catch it.”

By Y/n’s word, Homelander came undone, shooting ribbons of cum into the curve of his palm as wanton moans shook free from his throat.  He forced his eyes to stay open, hot and red, ready to blow at any moment.  He kept the lid on the fire as he stared straight into Y/n’s eyes– those eyes that looked at him like he was the only man in the world.

“Ffffuck,” he exhaled, a soft sizzle betraying an unshed tear.

Y/n’s hand remained on John’s sack, gently playing with it while his balls tightened with each spurt.  When Homelander finally settled down, his eyes fading to blue once more, Y/n stilled his attentions.

“Still holding it?” he asked.

John nodded and shifted in Y/n’s lap to straddle him.  He brought his hand to his mouth, allowing the ejaculate to flow onto his tongue, making sure to lick up every drop of it.  He looked at Y/n, his eyes soft and his jaw cocked as he held his seed for a moment, allowing it to dilute with his saliva.

Homelander brought a shaky hand to Y/n’s hair, and the other to his jaw, forcing it open– despite Y/n’s willingness– and tilting his little spider’s head back. He leaned over Y/n and tensed his lips, allowing the thick mixture of cum and spit to spill from his mouth into Y/n’s– who was happily meeting the creamy liquid with an eager tongue and a sound caught somewhere between a giggle and a moan.

When the spit broke away from his lips, dropping the last ounce of it into Y/n’s mouth, John leaned down and took Y/n in a heated kiss, forcing his tongue through his lover’s lips to share in the taste of his fluids, each of them savoring it.

Homelander ground against Y/n through the kiss, rolling his hips to press himself into a pleasing friction.

“Another round already?” Y/n gasped through the kiss.  That certainly wasn’t the plan, but he wasn’t complaining.

“God– fuck, yes!” John panted, his eyes half lidded and glazed over.  “I need you to fuck me…”

Y/n leaned his head back and exhaled in anticipation, and John followed him, nibbling at his neck.

“I need you to fuck me so hard, so good,” he mewled between scrapes of his teeth against Y/n’s throat.  He pulled back and took hold of Y/n’s hand, bringing it to his neck, positioning his little spider’s fingers to wrap around it.  “Use me,” he continued.  “Use me hard!”

Y/n’s eyes were wide as he listened to Homelander plead like he’d never heard him before.  

“Fill me up,” John accentuated with a roll of his hips, his cockhead pushing against Y/n’s lower abdomen.  “I– I’ll be good.”

Y/n used his grip on John’s neck to pull him close enough to touch their foreheads together.

“You are good, John…” Y/n pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose.  “And you deserve to feel good.”  He hooked his arms under Homelander’s legs and stood, holding the most powerful supe in the world as he carried him back to the bedroom.  

Once he laid John on the bed, leaving him with a gentle kiss to both his lips and the tip of his dick as a tease, Y/n prepped to make good on his love’s requests.  He put on his pack-and-play setup and slotted the dildo in place after a brief setup hidden by the drawer.  

This one was new, and had a special feature that Y/n just knew John would love. The web-head hid the small remote in the palm of his hand until he could conceal it properly under the pillow. 

“Warm it,” he instructed John, holding the bottle of lube just a few inches from his face. 

Low intensity beams shot from Homelander’s eyes, heating the liquid perfectly.  When wet fingers grazed his already stretched hole, John spread his legs wider, welcoming the warm intrusion with an eager smile.

“Look how much you like this, you little slut.”  Y/n teased, grinning down at Homelander.  

“I’m your slut... ” John keened,  “Your good boy!”

“You are,” Y/n agreed while he scissored John’s hole once more, ensuring he was properly stretched.  “You’re my good, sweet boy.”

John’s eyes flared again, keeping a dim glow.

“Are you ready for me?”  Y/n asked, positioning himself at Homelander’s hole.

“Y-yes,” he gasped, looking down in excitement.

Y/n’s lips curved into a smirk.

“Then ride me,” he said, rolling over onto his back next to Homelander.

It took no less than a split second for Homelander to have his leg thrown over Y/n’s waist and the wet head of the dildo pressed against his hole.  He sank down on it in one go, throwing his head back blissfully as he was filled to the brim.

“F-fuck!” John moaned, his head lulling around while his cum-drunk mind tried to catch up.  “So good, so fucking good!”  Homelander began to rut against him.

Y/n slid his hands along John’s inner thighs, ghosting past his bouncing cock.  Homelander’s shaft slapped against Y/n’s belly every time the former sank down hard and came up fast, clearly using his flight powers to assist in fucking himself.  Little threads of precum clung to Y/n’s skin, following the bounce of John’s cock.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Y/n moaned, the friction of the toy pressing against him with each motion, finally tending to the flames of his own arousal.  “I wish I could suck you while you fuck yourself on me.  I wanna have you cum down my throat– have you clenching on my dick at the same time– fuck! You're so pretty fucking yourself on me…” He began to meet Homelander’s motions, thrusting upward when John came down, driving into him with all of his might.

“Nngh– f-fuck!”  John whimpered, he fell forward, nuzzling into Y/n’s neck while his little spider fucked up into him, slamming his insides fiercely.  “I’m your slut, daddy…”

Y/n stilled for a moment, his eyes going as wide as his gaping mouth.  It was quiet, and if he hadn’t been so in tune to the low rumble of John’s voice, he’d have missed it.

John moved away to look at him, worrying he’d done something wrong.

In a motion as fast as lightning, Y/n rolled them both and leaned down to take Homelander in a searing kiss, wrapping a hand around his neck.  He squeezed against the sides, restricting the blood flow just enough to have Homelander feeling lightheaded.  Y/n snapped his hips forward, thrusting into Homelander harshly. 

“Say it again,” Y/n demanded, the pace of his hips slowing to a shallow, circular motion.  “I’m your slut…” John breathed, gulping hard against the hand squeezing his neck.

“The whole thing, Johnny!” Y/n gave a sharp thrust, clenching his throat harder.  “Say it!”

“I’m your slut, daddy!” John keened, his eyes flashing bright before he clenched them shut.  “I’m your fucking slut!”

Y/n felt his cunt fucking throb at the way John had addressed him.  Oh, he was going to enjoy this.  

Every fucking second of it.

“And what does my little slut want from daddy, hm?”  Y/n rolled his hips once more, rocking into Homelander’s ass in shallow movements.  He leaned down and took John in a soft kiss, releasing the tension around his neck to instead run through his undercut.  

“W-Want daddy to f-fuck me…” Homelander gasped, his voice breathy and shaky.  “T-To Take care of me.”

“Mmm,” Y/n hummed, a devious grin working onto his face, “and just how do you need me to take care of you?”  The web-head reached down, taking John’s wrists and moving his hands up over his head.  Y/n secured them– well, as best as one could against a man like Homelander– and tilted his head as he looked down at John.  His love looked so gorgeous in that moment.  A drool trail spilling off the curve of his lip, red eyes radiating heat between them both, his chest heaving in eager breaths, hair mussed into a frenzy...  

He looked good enough to fucking eat.

Y/n reached down and stroked at John’s cock, rolling his thumb over the drooling head of it to coax cute moans from him.

“L-Like that!”  John whimpered, thrusting weakly into Y/n’s grip.

“What else?” Y/n pushed, giving a long, drawn out stroke to John’s shaft.

“I need to cum…” John gasped, peering through heavy eyelids at Y/n.  “Let me cum, daddy, please!”

“You can say it nicer than that, Johnny… Ask again.”

“Please, please, please, daddy!” Homelander shouted, throwing his head back.  “Please let me cum– I’ll be good!” John thrust his hips against Y/n’s cock.  “I’ll be your good boy!”

Y/n’s smile turned from devious to wicked, and he snapped his hips into Homelander, settling into a brutal pace that left the bed quaking beneath them.  John’s cries were muffled as he turned his head to his arm, but Y/n gripped his jaw and forced him back.

“Be loud for daddy,” he ordered, giving a particularly harsh thrust that left Homelander fucking singing.

Homelander’s noises increased tenfold, and he babbled through the rough pounding– some of his words entirely incoherent as Y/n built him up to the peak of pleasure, heat building and coiling in his core until he thought he might fucking die if he didn’t cum soon.  He practically screamed when Y/n slammed into him the whole way, grinding hot and wet against his hole, milking his euphoria for all it was worth.

When Y/n was satisfied with just how far he’d unraveled John, he leaned down to coo in his ear.

“Cum for daddy…”  He spoke sweetly, giving Homelander’s cock firm pumps as he continued to buck into him, stroking deep. He sought the remote and gave a press to the button as soon as John cried out his climax, shooting a load of artificial cum straight into him. 

John’s breath caught in his throat, and he gave a strangled scream as the heat exploded, burning through his entire body and tingling into his limbs. A beam of red burst from his eyes at the shock of being creamed, adding to the ever growing collection of scorch marks on Y/n's ceiling. He thrust against Y/n’s onslaught, his body moving on its own to seek more.

“That’s it,” Y/n breathed, watching his partner lose control, “Let go for me, Johnny.”  He fucked John through the waves of his orgasm, angling his hips the way he knew he loved the most– striking his prostate more often than not.  Ropes of cum painted John’s abdomen, and Y/n’s mouth watered at the sight– but he’d wait.  He’d wait for John to be coherent enough to enjoy the sight of having his own release licked clean from his skin.

Y/n let Homelander have plenty of time to come back down, and he spent his time peppering soft kisses everywhere he could reach, whispering praise between each press of his lips.  He stroked along the curve of John’s jaw, watching his love’s lips spread into a lazy smile.

“How do you feel?”  Y/n inquired, nuzzling against John’s neck.  His own need still screamed for attention, but nothing was going to stop him from checking in on his Johnny first.

“Hmmm,” John hummed, his eyes a normal blue now as he fought against his heavy eyelids.  “S’good… Sleepy.” 

Y/n moved to pull out, but a leg slung over his hip pushed him back inside.

“Stay in.” John whispered, groaning slightly at the push against his raw hole.  “I’ll…” Homelander trailed off, pulling Y/n down to nuzzle into his neck, and pushing his hand under the waistband of his pack-and-play underwear.  He was so sleepy, but he’d see it through for Y/n.

The web-head keened as John’s fingers slid through his soaked folds, immediately seeking out his clit.  There was no sense in dragging it out– he was on the fucking brink and it wouldn’t take much for Homelander to have him seeing stars.  So, he humped against John’s hand, seeking friction for his tender bud, moaning softly against his love's neck.

Y/n dragged his hand between their bodies, swiping up the cum resting on John’s abdomen, bringing it up to his lips to lick clean.  A deep groan reverberated in Y/n’s chest, and he continued grinding against Homelander’s lazy fingers, chasing his climax, coming closer, closer…

John sank his fingers into Y/n’s cunt at the last second, just in time to feel the full force of his little spider’s orgasm pulsing through him, causing his pussy to quiver and clench.  He loved nothing more than to feel it– to feel everything he could when it came to Y/n.

The pair laid there, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, neither one caring to fight off sleep for a moment longer.  

They may have been too exhausted to talk about it, but Y/n would definitely never forget John’s new term of endearment for him. 

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

Yo! Just saw your blog pop up on my reccomended feed to read and saw the fics you write! I love the portrayal of nonbinary and neopronouns in all your fics and thought, "hey, I'm a trans dude who uses enby pronouns, lemme read." So far, I'm in love!

If possible, may I request one for LoZ? I thought it'd be neat to read a fluff piece with Sidon x trans masc reader, who's perhaps a little clumsy and gets Sidon's help via dance lessons? 👀 I may request something with Ganondorf later so keep an eye out, anyways! Have a wonderful day/night/whatever time of day it is for you! Kachow!

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Title: 1-2-3. 1-2--Oof!

Characters: Sidon x transmasc!reader

Contains: fluff <3, dancing

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI (This may not be smut, but I still want the above to be followed)

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"Alright, the steps are simple." Sidon cued the director, who tapped his baton.

As the music started, he put his hands into position on your waist and hand. You followed suit, grasping his hand and putting your hand on top of his arm due to his height.

How did you end up dancing with the Zora Prince? Well, you had always wanted to dance, but the instructions never felt clear. That being said, Sidon took it upon himself to being your teacher, especially after you asked if he knew how to dance. He wouldn't dare miss up a chance to give his assistance.

"One two three, one two three." The music was slow, and Sidon's steps were clear after he gave the instructions. Move your foot like so, one. Step down, two. Move your body. Three. Going this speed, it wasn't so bad. You could actually move with some semblance of grace. "Yes! Wonderful! You're doing amazing!"

Sidon's praise made your cheeks a rosy pink, a shy smile growing on your face. "I-It's still slow. This really isn't much."

"Shall we go faster?"

"W-Wait--"

Sidon raised a hand, signaling the director to pick up the speed. With increased tempo came increased movements.

"One two three, one two three."

"O-One two three, one t-two three."

You tried keeping up with Sidon, the slight increase of speed already messing with your stepping. Your legs became tangled, and while trying to fix it, you stepped on Sidon's feet.

"G-Gh!"

Panicked, you stumbled back, hands over your mouth. "I-I'm so sorry, your highness!"

Chuckling, Sidon hopped on his good foot for a moment, lifting the stomped one to gently rub at the spot. "N-No worries, friend! It all comes with learning!"

A sense of guilt began to wash over you. Was this a bad idea? Did Sidon think you were too clumsy at this point to learn? After all, you barely just now got the slow steps down. How were you supposed move faster after just learning that?

"Shall we try again?"

...Should you? You nervously rubbed your arm, shyly looking away. "I-I think...maybe this was a stupid idea..." You took a step away from him as he approached you with an equal step.

Sidon's face fell into a look of hurt. He was hurt by your words, but not on his behalf. It was more like a worry for you. You had merely asked for assistance, and the way you were changing your mind startled him. He motioned for the band and director to take a break, telling them that he'll come and get him when they were ready. As they did, you found a seat on a large, nearby rock, facing away from the prince. You sat there alone for some time until Sidon sat beside you on the ground.

"...You want to know something?" he asked softly. "When I was learning how to dance, I stepped all over my sister's fins"

You kept your gaze ahead, but you listened.

"Yes I was much shorter than her, yet I insisted on learning the proper way. Such an inistance led to her poor feet being covered in little bruises from me stepping on her. She offered to hold me and take me through the motions, but I told her I wanted to learn properly."

You wondered why he was telling you this. At the moment, it just wasn't clicking in your head.

Sidon looked over at you, giving you one of his comforting smiles. "What I'm saying is, no one is going to get things right away. There will be trials, there will be hardships, even with something as simple as dancing."

You started to understand, sighing out and rubbing the back of your head sheepishly. "I-I just...I don't want you to see me as some klutz...I want to seem elegant to you, match the energy you have..."

"Oh, my dear. I am far from what elegance you think I have." Sidon let out a chuckle, gently rubbing your back for reassurance. "Trust me, I often wish the same from my father, to be as elegant and dignified as him. I still work on it everyday."

Sidon? In a similar position as you? It felt impossible but...well...it did feel reassuring to not be alone. And he was right, these things take time after all.

"So...Shall we work on our steps again?" Sidon asked with a more signature grin of his, holding out his hand.

You gazed at the extended limb, sighing out with a small smile.

"Y-Yeah. Let's try again."

[stupendouspizzacomputer]

INSANITY (Hellaverse x Isekai Male reader) BIO:

Name: Y/N L/N

Eye color: (E/C)

Hair color: (H/C)

Race: Human

Country of birth: USA

New Home: Hell

Gender: Bisexual

Weapons:

-Spear (Transformers/Transformers one)

-Twin swords

-One dagger

Age: 19

Like: Taylor Swift's music, videogames, movies, ice cream, hot dogs, pizza, protect his friends and family, Painting, Radio Broadcasts, Sabrina capenter's photos, Sculpture, bread, writing on ao3/art of our own, embroiderying, birds, feeling cozy, cozycore, autumn/fall, Winter, cosplay, hippo, handmade's works, watercolor, Spooky season, Bats, Bat, Fairycore, writers, Dropout's shoes, Traditional art, Halloween, art history, Plush, football, classical music, North Carolina, Drawtober, biology, writing on Nanowrimo, playing with Rpg games, book quotes, inktober 2024, Inktober, Short Story, Climate change, Dancing with the stars, Trans right, Grandmacore, Florida, Germany, Japan, Crochet, Northern Lights, Gouache, going to the library, Columbus day, Indigenous peoples day, Knitting, Plushblr, Cyberpunk, scifi, swifties, mtg, the eras tour, Black and White Photography, Zoology, Pusheen, 3dmodeling, blender3d, animation, chaggie, Mark rothko, memes, sketchbook, original Photographers, Incorrect quotes, Photographers on tumblr, Peru, writing prompt, april fools, Boop, Boop o meter, baseball, pumpkins, Gaza, Palestine, Free Gaza, Free Palestine, Gaza Strip, November 5th, South Corea, Pennsylvania, the sound of music, Farmcore, Christmas, Newyear, Webfishing, studyblr, Entomology, Originaldesign, Foryoupage, november, 5th november, gl2, gl2mv, Gachamusicvideo, Gachaanimation, baby, baby deer, babydeer, anime, asmr, asmrsounds, capcut, my, drawing, oc, fyp, swapau, sketches, movie, moviescenes, sketchbook, Nature Photography, Hazbin fanart, hazbin hotel comic, hazbin hotel headcanon, hazbin hotel fanfiction, animationtest, adobeanimation, Trending, rocknroll, acdc, music, virale, live, film, odderic, menswear, cinema , octopus, Shakespeare, reproductive rights, affection, infatuation, pet, poetry, cityscapes, gatti, cats, mensfashion, animals, food, falling leaves, vivziepophazbinhotel, gaming, cold, Trolledit, curiosità, this Hazbin hotel au, musical, tweening, manga, comedy, itsanimetime, animeshorts, animeedit, animefights, animemoments, ocstory, originalcharacter, Crunchyroll

Dislike: Pedophiles, Rapers, gangsters, killers, Drug dealers, someone who hurt his friends and his new family, Hurricane Milton, Hurricane Helene, Israel, being abandoned, Psychological torture, being a Humanpet

Friends: Blitzo (Stolitz), Moxxie, Loona, Stolas (Stolitz), Octavia, Millie, Fizzarolli, Vortex, Bill Cipher, Deadpool, Wolverine, Ford Pines, Dan howell/Daniel howell, Phil Lester, mimzy, sir pentious, egg boys

Harem: Velvette, Verosika (Verosikamayday), Josh, Coco, Apple, Kat, Milky, Kiki, Ace, Charlie (chaggie), Vaggie (hazbinhotelvaggie/Vaggie hazbin hotel/chaggie), Emily, Monika, Sayori, Yuri, Natsuki, Desire (possessive behaviour towards Y/N)

Family: Alastor (1st Father Figure), Asmodeus (Uncle Figure), Mammon (Uncle Figure), Beelzebub (Aunt figure), Husker (Radiohusk) (Older Brother Figure), Angel dust (hazbinhotelangeldust/huskdust) (Older Brother Figure), Lucifer (Hazbinhotellucifer) (Uncle Figure), Niffty (Little sister figure) (Niffty hazbin hotel/Hazbin hotel niffty/Nifty), Carmilla/Carmilla Carmine (Mother Figure), Rosie (Aunt Figure), Missi Zilla (Older sister Figure), Belphegor (Aunt figure), Leviathan (Aunt figure)

Enemies: Valentino, Vox, Stella, Striker, Crimson, Adam, Lute, Exorcists, Sera, Cherubins, D.H.O.R.K.S., Satan, Andrealphus, Sukuna, Muzan, Crowley, Ferid, Vampires, Heaven

Favourite president: Joe Biden

Favourite Movie's actors: Hugh Jackman, Ryan Reynolds,

Favourite Singer: Taylor Swift

Favourite Studio: Studio Ghibli

Favourite race car driver: Land Norris/Lando norris (F1/Formula 1)

Hobby: artist

Powers:

•Super Speed

•Earth Magic

•Fire Magic

•Immortality

•Holy Magic

•Demonic Magic

•Blood Magic

Skills:

•Mental health

•Zoology

•Science

•Fire Ball

•Eath pillars

•Bloodlust

•Grasp Heart

•Omega Ark

•Divine Judgment

•Summon

•Stealth

•Poison

•Paralyze

•Aura Manipulation

•King of the Thunders (Zeus' Blessing)

•King of the Oceans (Poseidon's Blesssing)

•King of the Dead (Hades' Blessing)

•King of the Sun (Apollo's Blessing)

•Queen of Wisdom (Athena's Blessing)

•Queen of family and Marriage (Era's Blessing)

•King of the System and of darkness (Sung Jinwoo's Blessing)

•Divine Intervention

•Demonic transformation

•Angelic transformation

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His Army (Military):

-Generals (Genshin Impact/Genshin/Genshinimpact):

•Pierro

•Il Dottore

•Columbina

•Arlecchino (2nd Father Figure)

•Pulcinella

•Scaramouche

•Sandrone

•La Signora

•Pantalone

•Tartaglia

•Il Capitano

•Crucabena

-Liutenants (Mcyt/Dream smp/Minecraft/Evbo/Mineblr/Dsmp/Life series):

•Dream

•Technoblade

•GeorgeNotFound

•Wilbur

•Philza

•Tommyinnit

•Jack Manifold

-Soldiers (Team Fortress 2/TF2):

•20 000 Soldier

•10 000 Scout

•3000 Pyro

•2000 Medic

•12 000 Engineer

•1000 Sniper

•4000 Demoman

•5000 Heavy

•1000 Spy

-Elite Soldiers (Cotl/Cult of the Lamb):

•Leshy: Bishop of Chaos

•Heket: Bishop of Famine

•Kallamar: Bishop of Pestilence

•Shamura: Bishop of Knowledge and War

•Narinder: Bishop of Death

-Commanders (Homestuck):

•Karkat Vantas

•Dave Strider

-Y/N's bodyguards (Baldur's gate 3/Bg3):

•2 Death knights

-Airforce (Pokemon):

•3000 Beedrills

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Gods who have blessed Y/N:

•Zeus (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Epic the Ithaca Saga) (Pagan)

•Poseidon (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Epic the Ithaca Saga) (Pagan)

•Hades (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Epic the Ithaca Saga) (Pagan)

•Apollo (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Epic the Ithaca Saga) (Pagan)

•Athena (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Epic the Ithaca Saga) (Pagan)

•Era (Kaos/Netflix/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Epic the Ithaca Saga) (Pagan)

•Sung Jinwoo (Sololeveling/Manwha/webtoon/Gates) (Pagan)

[hazluvs]

{request rules}

( /// I Will Not Write \\\ )

character X character

most au's (currently searching for au's that interest me. )

nsfw (i'll write it on my own time.)

song fics (i'll write it on my own time.)

comfort fics

pregnancy

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polyamory (unless it's a canon relationship.)

self harm (past or present)

cheating / infidelity (only for the x reader pairing, if it's from a past relationship that's fine.)

out of character requests

oc's / highly specific readers

yandere reader

abusive / manipulative reader

body type specific reader

race / nationality specific reader

cis female reader

female reader X angel / stolas

male reader X vaggie

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non-demon / non-angel reader

angel-demon hybrid reader (unless they're apart of the morningstar family.)

'stronger than x' reader trope

genderbent characters

contradictions to cannon

glamorize / absolve awful things characters do

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character X reader

yandere character X reader

queer reader (gay, trans, aro, ace, etc.)

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sinner reader

hellborn reader

angel reader

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angst

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imagine (one character per request, not including love triangles, and the reader will always be gender neutral. at least 1K words.)

headcanons (four characters per request. word count varies.)

reactions (8 characters per request. word count kept to a minimum.)

try to make your request detailed

( /// Character List \\\ )

(NOTE: any character highlighted red is allowed yandere requests. any character highlighted blue is only allowed platonic requests.)

charlie morningstar

vaggie

angel dust

alastor

husk

niffty

sir pentious

katie killjoy

tom trench

vox

velvette

valentino

rosie

zestial

carmilla carmine

lucifer morningstar

adam

lute

blitzo

loona

millie

sallie may

stolas goetia

stella goetia

octavia goetia

andrealphus

verosika mayday

crimson

fizzarolli

asmodeus

beelzebub

mammon

[theyanderespecialist]

Rosie's Trans Woman (Headcanons/Scenario) Yandere Rosie X Trans Female Reader (Hazbin Hotel)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! This one is going to be Yandere Rosie with A trans female reader meaning the reader was born male! I hope you enjoy this!] 

(Disclaimer: Trans Rights Are Human Rights! The reader is a Transwoman and was AMAB and is female and becoming her true gender from male to female. Trans Women are Women! 

Disclaimer: Rosie is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters is fine just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!) 

-Yandere Headcanons with Rosie X Trans Female Reader From Hazbin Hotel- 

.Rosie is a very kind and caring woman.

.She also is a very classy, capable, articulate, and friendly demon.

.She fell for you hard and knew that you were the one for her.

.She did not mind that you're trans.

.She would in fact make clothes for you and have them shape your curves.

.She knew that you were the woman for her, a stunning beauty.

.She would help you get Estrogen so that you can have the right hormones in your body and start to have your own chest, and the curves that your body would have if you were born female~ 

.She treats you like a woman and like a lady. 

.She is the type of woman who would love to help you through your womanhood. 

.Having you have the best evening gowns and the most comfy of heels. Not to mention your first designer purse. 

.She would have so many first womanhood moments. 

.She would also take you to your first full-body wax. To have you feel smooth and bare like a lot of women can feel.  .She would also show you how to do various styles of make-up styles.

.She would be a good woman to be your lesbian lover and to be the type of woman who helps show you the ropes. 

.Having spa days and shopping trips. and so much more. 

.She would be the type to pamper you and spoil you a bit. 

.She also gives the best advice and is there for you to cry on her soldier if you are having gender dysphoria. 

.She would not care if you did not want bottom surgery. 

.So she would be fine if you still had a cock. 

.You would still be a woman, it does not matter if you have something dangling between your legs. 

(Side note Trans women are women even if they have male reproductive organs, it does not matter what is in their pants but how they feel. Not all trans people can get surgeries but they still are the women and men they always felt they were, that's a fact) 

.With her yandere side she is the type of woman that will not let any man, woman, or person try and insult you. 

.You are her beautiful woman and she does not and would not let anyone talk shit about you. 

.If they were to misgender you they will be brought to cannibal town and consumed. 

.She may even cut out their hearts and give them to you. 

.Making a nice heart roast raw or cooked whatever you would prefer. 

.She would try and have you become a cannibal with her as it is a way she can cook for you and make you have a good meal. 

.She is also a protective type of yandere and would have everyone in cannibal town not to not eat you. 

.She loves you and her sapphic relationship with you. 

.She does have a darker side with who she is, and this does affect her yandere side. 

.In which if someone did a hate crime to you she would not only bring them to cannibal town but dissect them. 

.Taking nonvital organs first so that she can slowly chip away at their bodies and not let them die for the longest of times. 

.She also did not care about Franklin's death and this will show her ruthlessness in her yandere side. 

.In which she does not care if your friends or family die. 

.Because that way they are out of the way and she can keep you more to herself and not have to share you as much. 

.She would happily erase them from your life. 

.They did not deserve your sweet kind love, only she did. 

.No one else deserves you but her. 

.She would also make a soul contract with you, which will have you be able to have the medicine and surgeries you want for your perfect ideal womanly body. 

.She would get you to be one day once you are ready to be her wife. 

.She will make sure that you are her wife and that you and her will have a happy life. 

.She is devoted to you and loyal to you. 

.If you accept the soul contract she will get to work on making your wedding dress design. 

.If you said no she would not be happy and would kidnap you, promising that she would not harm you, but she was just going to help you see straight. 

.She is going to break you down mentally so that you know to depend on her, and then she will help you have the body you always felt like you had and wanted. 

.She just needs you to be her girlfriend, fiance, and one day her wife. 

.You are her everything after her, her sweet darling gal~ 

-And now time for the scenario- 

(MakeOver) (Yandere Rosie) 

(No One's POV) 

You were sitting in front of your girlfriend. You just came out a week ago that you were trans and Rosie told you she was doing something for you. She brought out various pallets and tubes of makeup. You looked at them confused.  "Since you are a woman and your mama never got the chance to teach you how to use makeup. I will be having the honor." She tells you. "We will find your right shades, and which colors are best for your skin tone." 

You smile and look at all of it and she begins to color-match you, finding out that you are either a winter or a summer. She then found the perfect shades for you and started to show you how to apply the makeup. She even showed you newer makeup methods like contour.  "I am glad you picked out (Your favorite shade) of lipstick." She tells you. "It suits you so well."  You smile and she does your lips. Before leaning down and kissing you right on the mouth.  "It really does suit you so well, (Name)." She tells you looking into your eyes with so much love. "Makes your lips so damn kissable~ Now let's do the reveal."  She redid your lipstick that she messed up with that kiss and then held up a mirror and you fan your hands to your eyes. Not closing them.  "(Name)!?" She asks worried.  "I-I am okay." You whimper out. "I-It's just, i-it is me, (Name)."  You finally saw yourself as a beautiful woman and it made you feel so good. Rosie takes you into her arms.  "Yes, it is you~ My Sweet Darling (Name)." She tells you. "All Mine~" 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter here, and please stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

Rosie’s Trans Woman🏳‍⚧Yandere Rosie X Trans Female Listener (AMAB/MTF) (hazbin) 

[sandewich]

masterlist. wattpad. spacehey.

" Everyone likes to think they're a good person but good cannot exist without evil. Pleasure without pain. "

☆ sandewich , please do not steal my work.

★ I love kitty chicha and jenna ortega omg

☆ bisexual , 🇵🇭 , cat lover , Feb 22.

can write:

smut/lemon

lime

fluff/comfort/reverse comfort

angst

random/crackfic

fem, male, trans, nb, gn, and other readers are allowed to request!

no problematic things!

-- homo/trans/lesbian/bisexual/heterophobia, racism, neo/xenophobia, zoophiles, pedophiles. (Girl From Nowhere can have these, but it should be for an separate OC and not Y/n).

no weird kinks!

-- foot fetish, vore, piss/poo kink, blood kink, I think you get it.

below is the fandoms , groups , and actors !

!! ;; fandoms.

Girl From Nowhere (2018/2021)

Nanno x TK, Nanno x Y/n, Nanno x Jane/Rosy (maybe).

Yuri x Y/n, Yuri x Junko.

TK x Y/n.

The Night Has Come

All Of Us Are Dead

Choi Namra x Y/n.

Wednesday (2023)

Wednesday x Y/n

Enid x Y/n

Steven Universe

Class Of '09

and more!

!! ;; kpop groups.

NewJeans (Only SFW)

LOOΠ∆

Red Velvet

Enhypen

SKZ/Stray Kids

Blackpink

and more!

!! ;; actors.

Kitty Chicha Amatayakul.

Nanno (Mara Amaratayakul).

Suda Romyen.

LeeLa.

Golf.

Pu.

Jenna Ortega.

Wednesday.

Skye Willow.

Cairo Sweet.

Lorraine Day.

Nink Chanya McClory.

Yuri.

# sande yaps = sande talking / sande's thoughts.

# sande intro = introduction of sande.

like and reblog if you can !! ♡

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Hazbin Masterlist Volume 2

As stated in the previous HH masterlist I dont support Viv however I still enjoy elements of the show

You can find the other Masterlist links in my pinned, same with my rules! If any links are wrong let me know!

Max number of characters varies, you can check the rules post before requesting! Not writing for Val and as of Season 1 I am not currently writing for Sera and Lilith though that is subject to change as we learn more about them

MULTI

Adam and lute x fallen angel reader

Main cast x artist reader

Hugging the HH cast 3/3

Making heart cookies w/ the HH cast 3/3

Adam and lute x reader who has nightmares

Various HH characters x trans reader

Charlie and alastor x winslow leach!reader

cuddling w/ various hh character 1/3

Cuddling w/ various HH characters 2/3

Cuddling w/ various HH characters 3/3

Various crushing on the reader 1/3

Various crushing on the reader 2/3

Various crushing on the reader 3/3

various pocky game x reader 1/3

various pocky game x reader 2/3

Various pocky game x reader 3/3

Various HH having a romantic moment ruined

Petnames

emily velvette and charlie getting sleep forehead kisses from reader

petnames 2

various x reader who struggles with words

calling hazbin guys pretty boy

calling hazbin gals pretty girl

Emily and lute x redeemed sinner reader

leaving lipstick marks on them 1/2

leaving lipstick marks on them 2/2

CHARLIE

Charlie x reader who's like adam

Charlie x reader who's like adam but they're trying to do better

headrest

x injured male reader

y q j (fluff alphabet)

a f i (fluff alphabet)

n o p (fluff alphabet)

VAGGIE

drunken confession

K H F w/ vaggie

ANGEL DUST

reader taking care of fat nuggets for angel

angst alphabet p q y

h s z (fluff alphabet)

general fluff hcs

ALASTOR

Celebrating mothers day

Alastor x songwriter reader

x swan type!reader

x hyena!reader

E M R (fluff alphabet)

SIR PENTIOUS

X insecure reader

x reader with chronic pain

X steampunk engineer reader

D P I angst alphabet prompts

x reader who doesnt have english as a first language

summertime w/ pentious

F H J angst alphabet

x kind reader who knows martial arts

flufftober day 7 one bed trope

you can relax my friend (one shot)

VOX

Fireplace, snowman, and presents (winter prompts)

X cannibal reader

c k p (fluff alphabet))

buddy or grinch, new years, and cookies (winter prompts)

feeling put aside

ROSIE

ADAM

Adam x reader who is obsessed w/ stuffed animals

adam x reader who lets him do anything

adam x reader who is scared of the dark

X reader who has an opposing personality to how they dress (cute style, mean and spicy personality)

matching onesies

flufftober day 3 (sick)

x reader who loves my melody

Platonic/// chaotic imp teen reader

LUCIFER

X kind sinner who can fight

x oblivious fallen angel reader

LUTE

b prompt w/ lute (fluff alphabet)

d r s (fluff alphabet)

k w m (fluff alphabet)

L R Z (angst alphabet)

HUSK

N E I angst alphabet

OTHER

Emily x Male depressed reader

angel x reader x pentious (poly)

angel x reader x husk (poly)

F C ♥ fluff alphabet prompts w/ emily

one bed trope w/ chaggie and the reader

a f l w/ cherri bomb (fluff alphabet)

adam and lute x reader who cries a lot

o u v w/ emily (fluff alphabet)

flufftober day 27 nightmares w/ emily

[lovevxle]

『☆~𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙~☆』

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆

Meanings-

Platonic- 🤍

Romantic- 💌

Smut- 🌶

Fluff- 💕

Angst (happy ending)- ❤️‍🩹

Angst (bad ending)- 💔

Series- 👾

Not released (working on)- 🌸

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆

~Hazbin Hotel~

Adam🎸

"I hope it's okay if I love you forever" (Adam x f!Reader) - 💌💕

"I hope it's okay if I love you forever" (smut ver.) - 💌🌶

Always by your side. (and inside you too) (simp!Adam x f!reader) - 💌🌶🌸

Lucifer🐥

Nervous. (Lucifer x trans!fem reader) - 💌💕

Angel Dust🎀

Lipstick Stains (Angel x m!Reader)- 💌💕

Alastor🎈

Nothing here yet :(

Husk🍾

Nothing here yet :(

Vox📺

Words hurt. (Vox x f!reader) - 💌💕❤️‍🩹

Velvette💄

Nothing here yet :(

Valentino🤮 (why're you even looking here😭)

Nothing here thankfully.

Lute🔪

Nothing here yet :(

Rosie🩸

Nothing here yet :(

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~Helluva Boss~

Blitzø🔫

Nothing here yet :(

Loona🐺

Nothing here yet :(

Stolas⛈️

Nothing here yet :(

Vassago⚡

Vassago x gn!reader hcs - 💌💕

Fizarolli🧸

Nothing here yet :(

Satan 🔥

Ring (Satan x f!reader) - 💌💕🌸

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[soft-for-them]

Godmothers - Rika x plus size reader

Summary: Both Rika and you are Poppy's godmothers and Rika is developing a small crush on you.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/N: Rika is a butch lesbian, that's how I'm writing her. I've not specified if she's mtf, trans masc or nonbinary so go wild with your headcanons.

“Come on kiddo-“ you say tiredly as you stand at the entrance of the Elite Four, a small blue kid’s backpack slung around your shoulder and a book bag in your hand, “- Poppy come on! Your dinner will be cold at this rate.”

Poppy, your god-daughter and little terror, takes her time saying goodbye to the Elite Four members, her cheery little face bringing out a small smile on your face. First she high fives Hassle, followed by hugging the legs of Larry (who, despite looking put off, actually pats her head back) and finally she bounds up to Rika, her other godmother, and begging to be picked up to be hugged which Rika does.

You look up to your Dragonite, who unlike other Dragonites towers above you, the bandana around his neck actually a giant picnic blanket. You pat the orange dragon on his leg, reassuring him that it’s almost home time.

“Poppy-“ you begin before the bright face of your god-daughter pops up in front of you, startling you and your dear Pokémon, a muttered expletive falling out your mouth.

“-I’m ready (y/n)!” she cheers, her small hand wrapping around two of your fingers, ready to hop on Dragonite to fly back home to Montenevera.

“Have you got everything?” you automatically ask.

“Yes!” she cheers.

“You sure?”

“One hundred percent positive.” she beams.

“Ok, we have to go home quick, Greavard and Klefki are watching the soup on the stove-“

“-SOUP!” she cheers as you lift her up onto Dragonite, her small little arms hugging the dragon ‘hello’.

“Yes, soup and some cheese on toast.”

Before you hop on to Dragonite you look back to see Rika standing there. Larry and Hassel have already gone back in and like usual Geeta is nowhere to be found.

You give a small wave to Rika.

For a moment you think you see a flush of red take over Rika’s face but you put it up to being outside in the cold weather with the sleeves of her shirt rolled up.

You jump onto Dragonite and wave some more to Rika, Poppy following suit with both of her small hand franticly waving back to her other godmother. You hold on to Poppy so she does not fall and command Dragonite to take you both home.

Dinner has long been eaten, the whole of your little house shrouded in the dying light of day, the frost on the windows melting for it’s so warm inside. You quickly get dressed in a baggy t-shirt with a flaking print of the Pokecentre logo on it along with a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms. You help Poppy into the thick and warm nightdress the colour of steel, her blue hair already sticking up from taking off her bonnet.

“Ok, time to brush teeth.” you say as you brush her cowlicks down with a licked thumb, her little rosy face contorting into a look of disgust.

“Stop! I don’t want you germs!” she squeals as she runs out your grasp up to the cupboard under the bathroom sink that houses a little green step stool underneath.

You stand back up with a smile on your face. You never thought that you’d ever become a mother figure to someone, let alone did you ever think your best friend would leave her daughter in your care but you’ve been raising Poppy for two years now and you really can’t see a life without her.

“(Y/n)!” she calls. You look over to her to see she’s dragged the stool over to the sink herself and is now standing on top of it, a blue light up toothbrush in hand ready for you to put some toothpaste on it for Poppy still cannot squeeze the toothpaste tube without it exploding.

“Yes, yes, coming.” you jog over and grab you own brush, squeezing pea size blobs of bubble gum flavoured toothpaste on each of your brushes, “Remember, circular motions.”

Standing in front of the same mirror the two of you brush your teeth, Poppy focusing all her might into bushing circular on each tooth.

Surrounded by all Poppy’s pokémon you tuck her in, the thick duvet right up to her chin as she nods away almost asleep.

“(Y/n).” she mutters as Copperajah lays their trunk on the bed for her to grab, Bronzong and Magnezone humming quietly, Corviknight being chased by Tinkaton. You call out Tinkaton who stops chasing Corviknight and huffs over to Poppy’s double bed, both steel type pokémon cuddling into either side of the little girl.

“Can you tell me a story?” Poppy asks as you sit on the side of the plush bed, your hand patting Copperajah’s trunk.

“Sure, what do you want me to read?”

“No reading, from head.” she mutters as she sinks down in the covers, her eyes fighting to stay open.

“I don’t have any good stories.” you mutter whilst trying to think up a child friendly story to tell her.

You could just recite a children’s fairy tale to her from the top of your head but you quickly scrap that idea for you know she’ll catch on to it pretty quickly and tell you to read something else. Maybe you could make up a story, mash two Aesop stories together and hope she doesn’t realise that you have no clue what you’re on about.

“Um…” you pause, “…do you know about Giratina?”

Crossing you fingers she doesn’t know the legend of the Giratina.

“No-“ she yawns a big over the top yawn, “-tell me!”

So you do and before you can even get to the parts where Dialga and Palkia appear she is fast asleep.

You hitch up the little girl cuddling into your back, her arms wrapped around your neck like a padlock, a thick blanket covering her from the night’s cold wind.

Your pokémon Dragonite, Klefki and Greavard are out their pokeballs for they were tucked up in bed with you before Poppy woke up crying. They crowd around you making sure that Poppy doesn’t burst out crying again. Klefki, ever the sweetheart bobs up and down near Poppy’s face making little clinking noises that makes the small child giggle between sniffs whilst Greavard lights the small walk from where Dragonite landed to the elite four.

Not caring that it’s too late at night to be doing this, you buzz the doorbell of the elite four followed by knocking on the door with your spare hand.

You wait there for over ten minutes consoling the devastated Poppy whilst trying to lock pick the door with Klefki only for a side door to open, well an emergency exit opens, and a tired looking Rika to pokes her head out.

Before she can even begin reprimanding whoever has woken her up (for she certainly was not asleep at her desk, no she was not) she sees you lot and pauses.

Poppy clings to your raggedy t-shirt, her little fists clenching so hard that the t-shirt rides up showing the soft curved but goose bumped skin of your belly, a knitted blanket hanging down like a cape, only Poppy’s hands and head poking out from underneath.

“Do you have her teddy bear?” you yell out as Poppy clutches at you more.

Rika blinks, her eyes blurry from just waking up (oh, and the lack of glasses).

“What?” she says as she leans out the exit, trying to keep the door open with her foot so it doesn’t close on her.

“Teddiursa-“ you hike Poppy back up before walking over to Rika, “-her teddy Teddiursa, the one that used to be a keyring.”

Rika moves her eyes off your round pretty face towards her god-daughter only to be met with little sniffles and watery eyes.

“Ok, ok, I’ll go and find it.” she turns to look at you once more, pausing too long for it not to be weird, “One moment.”

The exit door slams shut as you stand there, your slippers getting a bit soggy and Poppy still sniffling on your back.

“Hey Pops, it’s ok. Rika knows where Teddy is.” you coo to the small child who grips onto you harder.

“But *sniff* what if-if she can’t *sniff*-“

You tilt you head back to see big fat tears begin to reform in her wide eyes, her small hands covered by long sleeves rubbing at her face.

“Hey, hey,hey-“ you say as you meticulously bring the little girl around so she’s now clinging to your front and not your back, “-you’re ok Poppy, Rika is just coming back right now.”

And like you have predictive powers Rika, still sans tie but now with her glasses on, rushes out the exit door with a certain Teddy in hand.

“Poppy look what Rika found!” you smile and point to the bear as Rika stops close to you.

Poppy turns a teary face to Rika, her eyes going wide like dinner plates, her hands grabbing thin air for the bear. The stuffed Teddiursa is small and raggedy, a safety eye missing and the hole where it once was sewn up by you, the fuzzy fur matted and old, despite all this it’s Poppy’s favourite toy.

Poppy cuddles the small bear with all her strength, your arms wrapping around her tightly so she doesn’t fall backwards from the forceful hug.

You mouth a ‘thank you’ to Rika as Poppy begins to nod off asleep in your arms.

Rika watches you carefully hold her daughter- wait, god-daughter – tightly. You and your pokémon hop onto Dragonite and fly away.

Her face is flushed red and the exit to the elite for is firmly closed.

“Geeta!” Rika looks at her ex-girlfriend with wide eyes, “I can’t have these feelings.”

Geeta rigidly pats Rika on the back trying to comfort the elite four member resumes banging her head on the desk.

“You can have whatever feelings you like… as long as it doesn’t mess with you work.”

A distorted kind of ‘ahhhh’ sound escapes Rika.

This big crush of hers is going to get her fired.