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tears0fsatan · 2 years

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Hi! May I request a trans masc MC who is very proud about who they are and aren't like. Idk hiding the fact that they are trans? As someone who is very proud of who I am I want to see the demon bros with an MC who's like, "oh yeah I'm trans, got a problem with that then you can get punched in the throat🧍."

Tysm!

𖥻 characters... demon brothers, diavolo x trans m!reader

𖥻 genre... drabbles + a tiny bit of angst if u squint + mainly crack lolol

𖥻 warnings... mentions of transphobia [some demon doesn't respect ur pronouns :gasp:], swearing, a lil bit of fighting but nothing physical, short!mc bc i hc that demons are bigger than humans hehe, mc is a menace but they love u anyways

𖥻 a.n... HELP MEE I LOVE THIS 😭😭 IM ALSO LIKE THIS IM SO GLAD YOU REQUESTED THIS ANON I LOVE YOU also side note i had so many ideas for this that wouldn't really fit into one large chunk of writing so i went with drabbles i hope thats alright with u anon !!! idk if u can tell but i'm not caught up with the lore lolol i haven't gotten past lesson 25 heh

from the moment you had arrived in devildom, you had been the epitome of chaos.

diavolo had called you by your deadname, which you rightfully objected to. the second you interrupted diavolo, lucifer was on his feet ready to murder you. it wasn't until you had explained the situation that lucifer calmed down and diavolo profusely apologised, stating that he hadn't known and was more than willing to respect your name and pronouns.

to say you were shocked would be an understatement, especially after finding out just who diavolo was. though you hadn't quite grasped what your new reality was, you did realise that these "demons" were no joke. but even though they were demons, they had taken your gender identity and pronouns more seriously than a lot of humans you've told.

from the get go, lucifer knew you would be a handful. great, he thought, another nuisance to add to his list of problems. however, he hadn't expected you to be this boisterous.

and while he grew to love how you didn't take shit from anyone, it didn't mean you weren't the cause of his migraines ninety percent of the time.

"you're punishing me because i'm trans, aren't you?" you joked, which only made the first born roll his eyes, pulling laughs out of the brothers who watched.

"for the last time, i'm lecturing you because you skipped classes to play hooky with that fool next to you, and when you were asked why you did it, your response was and i quote 'be gay, do crimes'." the seriousness on lucifer's face as he said that had you doing everything in your power to hold back your laugh, only for you to slip up and let out a squeak of laughter.

the other six lounged on the couch behind you, finding the situation just as hilarious as you if their cackles were anything to go by.

"suck my ten inch dick you fucking loser!" you yelled out behind you to mammon as you ran around the HOL sitting room, jumping over belphie who was casually sleeping on the floor, causing the lounging brothers to look up from what they were doing.

"hey." lucifer warned, eyes trained on the documents he was reading, occasionally throwing a glance at the commotion.

"fuck you! you don't even have a dick! gimme goldie back ya tree stump!" mammon cried out, chasing you as you went to hide behind the couch where satan and asmodeus sat, watching the show with amusement in their eyes.

"language!" lucifer chided while massaging the bridge of his nose, knowing full well no one was even listening.

"that's not what you were saying last night!" you replied, yelping when the second born nearly got a hold of your shirt.

"that don't even make sense! lucifer, help me out here will ya?!"

"you started this, you deal with the consequences." lucifer sighed out, but the smile on his face betrayed his faux exasperation.

you screamed when mammon tried barrelling towards you, only for beelzebub to pick up his defiant older brother and walk away with him in his arms.

"stop yelling, can't focus on eating when you're chasing mc." beel said with an ice lolly hanging from his lips.

you had known you were bound to run into some demons that opposed your gender identity, and that's why you were in this situation right now.

you were in a lust demon's face, more than ready to throw hands if the situation called for it.

they had mocked you by using the wrong set of pronouns on you and when you tried to correct them, they simply rolled their eyes and laughed.

if you were in a cartoon, you were sure to have the cross popping veins above your head right now.

"you either use my preferred pronouns or i'll hit you in the jaw with a fucking brick." you spat at them, beyond ready to make your threat a reality.

"mc!" you heard satan call from across the hallway, making your head snap towards him.

the fourth born quickly made his way towards you and started dragging you away, all the while telling you off about how you just couldn't pick fights in the middle of a RAD hallway right before fifth period.

you had blocked him out for the most part, choosing to shoot daggers at the demon from earlier, moving to mouth a clear 'i will feed you to cerberus' you knew would make belphie proud.

"mc, pleaseeeee." levi whined, following you as you manoeuvred around the kitchen.

"fine! but let me think about it!" you gave up, throwing your hands in the air before turning to the demon behind you.

levi cheered and pumped his fist in the air before you interrupted his celebration, "if it's another short chatacter, my answer is no."

leviathan cried out, letting out something akin to a groan, a whine and a cry at the same time.

"IT IS?" you shouted. truthfully, you had just been joking, taking a playful guess as to what he wanted to dress you up in, but you never thought you would nail the hammer on the head.

"mc, last one i swear! after this one i'll give you the tall characters!" he continued to whine, going as far as to follow you into your room.

"you said that last time!" came your rebuttal.

".... but you'd look so cute as the short one.." without a warning, leviathan shoved his DDD in your face with a picture of the characters he wanted you and him to cosplay.

... and you had to admit, you would look good as the short one.

you huffed, "you win, but this is the last time, levi! i mean it! no more cute characters for me! i wanna cosplay badass characters!"

the avatar of envy let out an excited squeak and nodded so fast you worried he would get whiplash. he practically ran out of your room, probably off to order your costume on akuzon and you sighed, knowing that this time would in fact not be the last time.

"you don't think i'm strong enough to do it?" you asked tauntingly, and beel shrugged.

"i didn't think humans could be strong." the avatar of gluttony admitted and continued on walking, moving past you and setting the box down.

"well i am but... i.. i just don't want to!" you huffed and looked away.

the demon paused from picking up the next box and looked at you for a while, giving you a look that you recognised to be one of amusement.

"... you don't believe me, do you?" you stepped forward, making a go for the box beel was reaching for. said demon watched you, staring at your arms in a 'are you sure about this' manner.

"s-see! i'm doing just fuh-fine!" you somehow managed to wheeze out, the enchanted package being far heavier than you anticipated. maybe the tall demon was right, maybe humans weren't strong enough to carry cursed boxes but you weren't about to tell him that.

"you're going to blow out your back." beelzebub wasted no time in taking the box from your arms before you could hurt yourself, gently placing it amongst the other bewitched boxes all while making it seem as though it were weightless.

"i swear! i'm stronger than every other man!" you shouted as he picked you up and carried you under his arm.

the demon didn't reply, simply walking out of the door with you squirming in his grasp, promising that there was no man out there stronger than you.

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witheringwidgetwrites · 7 months

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Obey Me! Masterlist

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NSFW; ♥️

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All brothers

How do they react to another demon professing their love for MC?

MC with Narcolepsy

Drunk!MC "No thanks, I have a boyfriend."

Drunk!MC rejects him pt.2

MC with a heavy county accent

Singer!Songwriter!MC

ChronicPain!MC

MC speaks another language

MC needs pads!

MC with tics

MC is protective of their space

How MC hurts them

MC brings home a box of cats!

wrong assumptions about the human world

TransMasc!MC

MC with stretch marks

MC is submissive

Lucifer

MC is sick

MC has a nightmare/panic attack

Praise Kink ♥️

Biting Kink♥️

Breeding ♥️

Knife Play ♥️

Dracryphilia ♥️

Pet Play (Bunny) ♥️

Medical Kink ♥️

MC with Echolalia

Public Sex ♥️

Breeding Kink ♥️

"Is that usually how you get out of these situations? By fucking your way out of them?" ♥️

Breath play

Mammon

MC is sick

MC has a nightmare/panic attack

Chubby!Reader w/ no ass

Pregnancy Kink ♥️

MC defends Mammon

Breeding ♥️

Breeding again ♥️

He realizes he's in love

MC breaks down in front of him

Knife Play ♥️

Praise Kink ♥️ Give

Praise Kink ♥️ Recieve

MC w/ Echolalia

GauseLube Edging PT1 ♥️

Leviathan

MC is sick

MC breaks down in front of him

MC has a nightmare/panic attack

Levi tail blurb♥️

Chubby!Reader w/ no ass

Praise Kink ♥️

Biting Kink♥️

Dumbification♥️

Breeding ♥️

Pegging Levi ♥️

Overstim ♥️

Double Penetration ♥️

Praise+Pamper Levi ♥️

MC with Echolalia

Pervy!Levi gets caught ♥️

"I need you, right now" ♥️

Satan

Dumbification♥️

MC breaks down in front of Satan

Thigh Riding Blurb ♥️

Daddy Kink + thigh riding blurb ♥️

Public sex ♥️

Degradation ♥️

"What happened? You wanted this so bad 5 minutes ago?" Transmasc!MC

Asmodeus

Corruption Blurb ♥️

Breath play ♥️

Beelzebub

Praise Kink♥️

Biting Kink ♥️

Knotting ♥️

Beel finds MC asleep in his clothes

Belphegor

Overstiming Belph ♥️

Degradation ♥️

Breath play ♥️

Dia

Pregnancy Kink♥️

Dumbification ♥️

Breeding ♥️

Barbatos

Knife Play ♥️

Simeon

Voyeurism ♥️

Covetous Masterlist

Covetous Into

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razielwritesstuff · 1 year

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Obey Me! Headcannons ~

I have never and will never hide that I dislike Luci

BUT

I do have thoughts

This man is just constantly sipping a caffeinated beverage he needs it to deal with these mfs

He's a single mother of all 6 of his brothers

I think all demons have sharp teeth. His are the least sharp of the brothers and he is PISSED ABT IT TGURBODFK

Fav song is probably by Mozart. Basic ass.

I discussed how the om! chars would deal wirth being in mlp (pls dont ask) and Luci and Luna give me an evil grinch smile

I feel like he'd curse when angry

Idk.

Gay ass

Smells like pine trees or something

I think he'd have a fear of mascots

Like. character mascots.

Don't ask me okay

Smells like axe bodyspray and SADNESS

Am I WRONG????

We all love mammon but that man.... we know he uses axe...

Befriends the local crows.

There is so many he could be carried off

They all give him shiny shit to sell

Did everyone remember how he's canonically a model

He's attractive. Canonically.

Anyways, second-sharpest teeth of the bros

This is cannon (TO ME) but Mammon is just attached to MC like glue

"STOP FOLLOWING ME!!" "LET GO OF MY HAND THEN????"

He once tried to steal and sell some of leviathan's games

The cast took a while to come off :)

Fav song is something CUNTY ik it

Most girlypop aside from asmo (YTO ME!!!!)

He's great :D

He is so trans to me as a transmasc.

He has a main twitter and an alt twitter. Nobody knows abt the alt so he uses it to doxx ppl he doesn't like

I love Leviathan but I swear to God I don’t think he knows what deodorant is

“man for a guy who sleeps in a bathtub you really have no concept of hygiene”

How many Henrys has he had??? who tf knows.

Fav animal is SNAKES

Loves pokemon. his fav would be gyarados

He will assume anything except romantic intentions at all times

Autistic. As approved by my friend with the 'tism

He would be a brony

Lovable but a Bit Cringe

Has tied Mammon to a chair and forced him to watch stuff before

EXPERT at pirating shit

Would play Undertale.

Speedrunner !!

Would spend like the better part of a month to discover EVERY SINGLE glitch, bug, and exploit in a game to use it to is advantage

Has a sims 4 cc folder that's like 80 terabytes

He's my malewife and he's everything to me.

Would make a shiny living dex on every single Pokémon game

He has multiple cardboard cutouts of his waifus

Satan has an Ao3 account. He writes exclusively on his fav characters

His Ao3 tag has something to do with Sherlock Holmes fight me

He tweets in perfect grammar

He'd kill over a board game

Would cry over a cute cat video

WARRIOR CATS NERD

HE'S COME UP WITH WARRIOR NAMES FOR EVERYONE HE KNOWS AND THE CAT HE THINKS IS MOST SIMILAR

Lucifer got assigned as Tigerclaw LMAO

He would get into Leviathan's fandoms but only bc Leviathan forced him. He comes out liking the thing.

His favorite disney movie would be Aristocats

Loves Luigi

He became a cat person specifically because Lucifer is a dog person

He'd also be a brony

The one that can analyze media properly

His brothers use him to spellcheck their essays

He either watches video essays on YouTube or he makes them

Likes reading about witchkraft from the human realm, he finds it interesting

The one that taught Leviathan to make cardboard cutouts

Knows about 50 stray cats and has named them all

Constantly brags about how he has sharper teeth than Lucifer

Smells like a different scented candle every week

Has that stereotypical gay accent

He's zesty

He's girlypop but we all knew that

Listens to Ayesha Erotica

Goes like "GIRL you would NOT believe what Solomon did!!"

He spills all the tea all the time

King shit

He'd wear a dress in a heartbeat and he'd ROCK IT

He would cry over broken nails but not because of the pain it might cause, only because it looks ugly asf now

"I NEED TO CRY BUT MY MAKEUP WAS 40 GRIMM"

The one who painted everyone's nails

Will threaten you in order to paint your nails, but he will do a color you like

King at make up

Absolutely loves Ru Paul

Keeps trying to get Dia to set up a drag race, he's unsuccessful as of now

Strawberry is his favorite flavor

He's very physically affectionate but would absolutely respect boundaries i will kill you if you think otherwise

He would HYPE. YOU. UP.

Has gum on him 24/7

Also has tampons on him so he can give them to the homies who need them (like Leviathan)

IDK man I didn't used to like him that much but he's grown on me

VERY GOOD COOK because of course he is

Loves giving piggyback rides

Tall enough and beefy enough for you to sit on his shoulders

Would also let Belph sleep on his shoulders

He's a golden retriever. We knew this.

Surprisingly good at Just Dance

Not a dog person not a cat person but a secret third thing (he thinks cows are adorable)

Always spares bugs and spiders when he finds them

Cannot watch cooking shows, he's tried to eat the TV before

Loves going to movie theaters, will pay just for the overpriced popcorn

You can tell he genuinely loves you if he shares his food

Like he shares his food with MC and all the brothers are like "W. WHAT??"

Would INSIST you look great no matter what you look like

You will cuddle with him and Belph this is an Order

Smells like food-scented deodorant

He would be too scared to roughhouse with anyone, boy is too strong

Likes just picking people up and carrying them off

He's done this with Satan once and it actually calmed him down

Favorite show is Bluey probably

Favorite animal is a maned wolf or something

Would kill for a klondike bar

Sharpest teeth out of the brothers + bites as a love language

Every time he bites Leviathan it results in Leviathan squealing higher than able to be heard by humankind

Talks in his sleep. It is adorable thank you for asking!

Smells like Lavendar, vanilla deodorant, and a little bit of "hasn't showered in 2 days" hidden underneath

Drinks a lot of milk

Blueberry is his favorite flavor

Lucid dreams a lot

He does not believe dreams have meanings his are always either incomprehensible or if they did have menains have ones he really doesnt like

Would drink monster energy but he hates the taste of caffeine (he just like me forreal)

Gummies are his favorite snack

He gives off trans energy but i honest to diavolo can't tell if he's transfem or transmasc or neither i CANT TELL

He's girly pop in his own unique way

His DDD's ringtone is Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica

He's neurodivergent to me i just dont know how

Chews on everything for sensory reasons

Spoiled. Because he's the youngest sibling ofc he is

Every time he drinks hot cocoa he puts marshmallows in it

He considers "barging into your room and scooching you over in your bed to cuddle" a sleepover

Alternatively he'll get Beel to bring you to their room

Hey everyone remember how he's canonically a yandere-

Anyways he's cool :)

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ilycorisradiata · 2 years

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tied down by the avatar of greed

ಌ tied down by the avatar of greed: mammon x transmasc!reader

ಌ theme: he hadn't touched you nor had he shown proper affection... asmo and satan help you, and mammon is quick to jump this time

ಌ cw: +18 NSFW, transmasc reader, no pronouns only gendered terms like "pretty boy" and "good boy" used, reader has had top surgery, reader has not had bottom surgery, possessive mammon, he mellows out ofc, clit is referred to as a cock, humping, blowjob (reader receiving), fingering, missionary, creampie(?), cross-posted on AO3

ಌ wc: 1.7K

ಌ notes: just a lil drabble, i'll forget about obey me for a couple months and then tiktok will put mammon on my fyp and... yeah- no thoughts, only mammon (and maybe belphie but shhhh)

“Wish I could tie ya up and keep ya all to myself.” Mammon says, his hot breath on your neck. He’d trapped you between himself and a wall in your room. His brothers had teased him earlier about how even though you two were a couple, he didn’t exactly have you to himself… Mammon grit his teeth back at the memory, Asmodeus’ arms around your waist as he grinned at him, and Satan laced his hand with yours. He certainly didn’t like that. His greed was showing, he contemplated this over and over… But only now was he finally expressing it. You gulp, not really knowing how to react to that sentence. Mammon wasn’t necessarily scary, you thought he was dumb a good 99% of the time. Of course, you liked this about him. But right now, he was comparable to Lucifer… And that was difficult to achieve in your books. His hands travel, situating themselves onto your hips.

“Mammoney, what do you mean?” You laugh nervously, not really knowing what else to say. You couldn’t just not say anything, so hopefully hearing his nickname would smooth him out a bit. He was scary right now; you couldn’t see his face nor his eyes. He towered over you, something you hadn’t really taken notice to before. Was he always this tall, especially menacing?

“Ya have me, pretty boy, so don’t let ‘em touch ya like that… Yer lucky I haven’t locked ya up and thrown away the key.” Now, did you let the brothers touch you like that normally? No. You had been trying to get Mammon riled up for a while, to at least show or do the things the other brothers would do in a heartbeat. You knew Mammon was bad with his feelings, expressing these things were embarrassing and he particularly struggled with affection. Speaking to Asmo and Satan helped ease your mind, but Asmo really wanted to piss off his older brother. Mammon had won you over, the others didn’t really have a chance when he was glued to you 24/7. Satan agreed to help, telling you that Mammon would more than likely, finally, snap out of that shy and embarrassed persona of his. So, they did what they had to. It helped you, but it also gave Asmo and Satan an interesting reaction. He had all but ripped you away from them, dragging you out of the common area all the way to your room. Never having seen Mammon as possessive over you before, you were certainly surprised. Sure, he was greedy, but he’d never shown that properly towards you until now.

“Mam–” Lips crashing against yours, he didn’t want to hear another word from your mouth. You had to understand who you belonged to after all, he couldn’t let his brothers sway you or take you away. Goldie wasn’t the number 1 to him anymore, you were. So, he let his greed take over. You were his. Nipping and licking at your bottom lip, thumbs pressing sore circles into your hips. Whining, about to complain about how he was being too rough, he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. Completely dominating you, not giving you a chance to breathe. Knees buckling, his hold on your hips are no more as one snakes around your waist to hold you up, his other hand lacing with yours and holding it in a death grip. Dizzy, intoxicating. Where had this Mammon been this whole time? His arm travels, hand squeezing one of your cheeks before he lifts you up. Wrapping your legs around his own waist, he hums in delight.

“Good boy.” He whispered atop your lips, and if you weren’t already aroused, you definitely were now. You thanked Asmo and Satan in your head, that their little show had gotten you this. He had you properly caged now, and considering the position, you weren’t getting out of this one. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you looked into his eyes. There was something in them that you hadn’t noticed before, and they looked as though they were glowing slightly. Kneading your ass, he kisses his way to your neck, nipping and sucking as he went.

“’m yer first, stop flirtin’ with my brothers.” Mumbling against your skin, before sinking his teeth into your neck. Wincing, your hand cards through his hair and you tug, not caring if it hurt him. It was your fault that they had their hands all over you earlier? If this was at any other time, and he had said that to you, you’d have scoffed at him. Though, it kinda was your fault… Considering you asking them for help. But all you could do was melt into him, into his affections. He licks where he’d bit into you, before coming back up to your face. Looking into your eyes, then looking at your lips. Tongue darting across his bottom lip, wetting it, he kisses you a bit more gently this time. Clearly having let his aggressions, he pulls you both away from the wall, walking you both over to your bed.

Sitting himself down onto your plush mattress, you shift your legs to straddle his waist. His hands land on your ass, head buried into your neck as he grinds up into you, pushing you down into him at the same time. Little gasps leave both of your mouths, the first time you’ve ever felt this with each other. It was electrifying, how you’d only done this now after months was beyond you. Partly both of your faults, but now you could enjoy it. He didn’t let that be the only time, so he rolled his hips up into you again, and again. He couldn’t get enough, whining into your neck like a bitch in heat.

“Mammon… Look at me.” And he did, snapping his head away from your neck, looking up at you. Ghosting his lips, you grind down into him yourself. His hot breath danced across your lips, paying attention to the little grunt that escaped his throat.

“Fuck.” Flipping you both over, he’s quick to unbuckle his pants and pull them down. You shimmy yours off as well, albeit a little clumsily. Hands run up your thighs, in awe at what’s in front of him. Grabbing onto either side of your shirt, he rips it open. Buttons flew everywhere, but you didn’t care. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you, and he wasted no time to plant kisses over your chest, over your scars. Lower and lower he went, your thighs landing on his shoulders as he dove into you. Sucking, licking, lapping up every piece of you. Hands flying to his hair again, you tug him closer to your cock. He sucks on it, swirling his tongue around the engorged bundle of nerves. An arm keeps you still, his other hand going to fuck you open on his fingers. Where Mammon learned this was beyond you, just a week ago he was shaking when you forcefully held his hand. Where did the Mammon go from then?

Fingers curling inside of you, pulling out and scissoring, tongue working as if it were an expert on your cock. You’re repeating his name like a mantra, shivering, and releasing all over his face and fingers. Tear filled eyes; you look at him shakily. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, sucking his fingers clean. Sitting up, he grabs your hips and pulls you toward him. Holding his cock at your entrance, he maintains his eye contact as he sunk into your wet heat. You cry out, the stretch delicious, Mammon being the biggest you’ve taken. The noise he made when he bottoms out inside of you has you licking your lips. He places a hand atop your abdomen, pushing down to watch you squirm. Smirking, he pulls out slightly, before rolling back in painfully slow.

“Stop the teasing… Shit– Fuck me already…” You plead, reaching for the wrist of the hand on top of your abdomen. He grabs your hands, pinning them at either side of your head. Lacing yours with his, he squeezes the hold on your hands. Rolling his hips again, you squeeze around him. Huffing at you, he pulls all the way out before slamming back into you. Eyes clamping shut, throwing your head back. He did it again, his abdomen grinding into your cock at the same time. The noises that escaped his mouth were on par with a pornstars, and all you could do was cry and squeeze him like a vice. He wanted to hear more of you, see more of your reactions as his cock drags against your walls. Picking up the pace, skin slapping against skin, he doesn’t miss the way you arch into him. Pressing yourself further into him, wanting to feel every inch of him.

“D’ya like that? Wouldn’t of took ya for a dirty boy…” He growls into your ear, giving your hands another squeeze. Your ears felt hot, and all you could do was moan into his ear. Peppering your neck in kisses, groaning whenever you squeeze your velvety walls around him. The heat clouding his mind, he changes his pace to deep thrusts, barely pulling out to hammer back into you again. You felt the bubbling in your lower stomach, and his dick twitched inside of you. Murmuring a ‘close’ to him, he lets go of one your hands, snaking it between your bodies to mess with your cock. The noises you released was music to his ears, the way you gushed around him, as well as the noises when he slammed his hips into you, wet and loud. You didn’t miss the way his hips stuttered as you came around him, thrusts sloppy until he stills. Rope after rope, it felt endless, filling you to the brim with his cum. You wrap an arm around his neck, pulling him down so that you could connect his lips with yours. Wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him inside, feeling him twitch and soften. He pulls away, catching his breath. Releasing your other hand, he snakes both arms underneath your waist to pull you into him, forehead resting against your chest. Tangling your fingers through his hair, he hums against your skin.

“Babe?”

“Mhm?”

“You know, you don’t need to lock me up.” He lifts himself, looking to you with a half-tired half-dark look in his eyes. You cock an eyebrow, and he smirks at you.

“I don’t, but I hadta make sure that ya know that yer mine. None of those fuckers can have ya.” Rolling your eyes, you’re never letting him know that it was a setup.

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usernu11 · 1 year

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Understanding

it just so happens that the reason might have been a particular elder brother that is now tied up beneath you.

warnings* 18+ content ahead, minors dni

tags* obey me shall we date, transmasc!reader, afab!reader, reader has top surgery but no bottom surgery, mentions of female genitailia, the chest is never mentioned tho, dom!reader, sub!lucifer, explicit content

staying at the house of lamentation was always an exciting experience; the brothers never allowed you not even a second of respite. honestly, you could say the same thing about the devildom as a whole, it wasn't like the human world and at some points, you even contemplated never going back. it wasn't until you were sent back up after your first initial year that you noticed; something in you had changed.

it was like an endless hole, never able to be completely full with even the biggest of excitements the human world could offer.

solomon, for as much of a cryptic asshole he could be, described it as a consequence for making the sort of pacts you did with the brothers. they not only fed off of you, you had been feeding off of them as well. it didn't really make much sense at first, what exactly was there to feed off of? and more importantly, just who exactly was the culprit behind it? instead of answering, he just set out to allow you to experience it for yourself.

you never really will forgive him for dropping you on top of satan without at least a warning.

a couple of weeks had gone by, the usual banter and chaos within the house was the typical headache inducing fun as it had always been. but it never really made the itch deep in the darkest parts of your chest go away; it was like an impulse, a want- a need- to dive into something /more/, something darker and more perverse.

it only grew and grew, and you couldn't make sense of it. your gaze on the brothers, once unimportant and without thought now held weight, as if you were trying to dig your gaze into their flesh and worm your way where no one else has laid claim. hunger, it was hunger in its purest form.

lucifer had always been a bit of an oddity since the first day you were summoned to the devildom. if you had to be honest, he was the brother you liked the least within the time you had taken only a couple of pacts. it wasn't until a sudden chance encounter in the middle of the night, too earlier for beelzebub to have his late-night snack and too late for anyone to be up and about, that you witnessed him struggling with the coffee maker.

it took your all to not scoff at the way he pulled on his unkempt hair, crazed mumblings of fast approaching deadlines, one too many bills from mammon and 'why the /fuck/ is a hunk of metal besting me at this time of night'.

after that night, you caught yourself looking his way a lot more often than you wanted to. and you couldn't help but notice at how often his gaze followed you in return. it was a silent understanding for a good while, if either of you had ever met eyes it was simply over within the next moment, another brother coming to take you away or lucifer falling to the whims of his duty to the prince.

the last night you spent on your initial year within the devildom was when this understanding between the both of you had finally been spoken into existence. he seemed to put down most of his prideful façade within the moment, though you couldn't help but pout at how he had worded your request for a pact. you didn't mind too much at the end of the day, you would simply just have to look a little bit harder to find a lucifer meant for your eyes and your eyes alone.

it was the little things that had you the most intrigued upon your return; the way he seemed to stare at you blankly during breakfast, the small touches he would try and sneak while passing you on his way towards his room.

the familiar hunger that seemed to lurk just beneath his polite smile as he greeted you in the hallways.

it just so happened to be lucifer that had gotten caught up in yet another mess his brothers had concocted just to entertain themselves and cause an even bigger migraine for him to deal with on his own. and it just so happened that you had ulterior motives when the chaos really started to settle in.

"you know, i'm not really one for doing this sort of stuff to others, but-" you pull on the rope fastened tightly around lucifers arms, fingernails digging into the coarse fabric. you can already imagine the bright red of blood pooling just beneath his skin from the pressure. "-you look really nice like this luci, don't you agree?"

a muffled mess of noises leaves lucifer, as he can do nothing but bite and slobber around the white fabric shoved into his mouth. something inside you burns at the sight beneath you. the itch only grows into a searing want that only reignites the more your eyes bore into the prideful man now bound and tied.

if he was the avatar of pride, you must have been the embodiment of the word itself within that moment alone. /you/ did this to him, /you/ a mere human, had reduced one of the most powerful demons you knew into a toy to be played with.

and you only wanted more.

"does it feel good? you can feel it too, right?" your fingers loosen around the rope and slowly slide downwards, past his wrinkled sleeves, down his silky tie and landing just at the end of his crimson vest. you knew lucifer enough to know that this sort of situation happening organically was an impossibility, not even barbatos would be able to send you into a timeline where lucifer would offer himself to you in such a way. and yet-

and yet you were inches away from the tent in his pants. truly, lucifer was a man that you grew more and more interested in the more you took the time to dig deeper into his depths. your finger circles the button on his pants as you take another look at his expression.

cheeks flushed red, eyes hazy as the pure desire that fills up deep within you begins to overflow and pour into lucifers entire being. you were proud, proud of taking away the pride from the avatar himself. he should be mad, upset at the human sitting atop his thighs and gazing down at him as if they owned every inch of him.

yet he couldn't ignore the way his pact mark on the back of their hand seemed the glow in an ecstatic, royal blue. it was as if he had no choice but to revel in the pure, unadulterated pleasure the human before him was experiencing. it made him whole, yet never for long enough. he too, needed more, wanted more of what the human was offering.

no, not offering. it was forced onto him, yet he was more than happy to have received it.

you watch as his eyes seem to only grow deeper in color, his pupils blown wide as a small whimper escapes from his full mouth. the beginnings of a laugh claw their way up your throat, yet you keep it down as to not embarrass him any further than you need to. "you're actually pretty pathetic, did you know that luci?"

your hand finally palms at the aching erection just begging to be released from its confines; the way his back arches into the touch makes you smile down at him. "you think you have it all figured out but you really don't. i know the thoughts that go on in that head of yours when you look at me, i know exactly what you want to do to me when your hand 'innocently' finds its way onto my lower back." you give him a hard squeeze, "you've probably been masturbating at your desk thinking about me for the longest time, haven't you? seriously, it's no wonder i ended up feeling it too."

the beginnings of tears start to form in his eyes, he's trying his best to buck up into your hand as he can do nothing but wriggle about in frustration. your hand moves up to the top of his pants, fingers working far too slowly to pull the zipper down. you pull his pants to just about halfway down his thighs.

"maybe you wanted me to do this? you're really enjoying it a little too much." your fingers circle around the very noticeable wet patch that seems to only grow wider and deeper in color the more you tease him through his underwear. he looks up at you as if you're his everything, as if you are the only thing that matters in the world to him, he just wants /more/, he wants more of you and you're nothing but compelled to give yourself to him.

it is then that you remove the fabric from his mouth, a long string of spit stays connected to his lips as he takes a long moment to process exactly whats happening. it feebly snaps as lucifer attempts to say your name, yet his voice only gets caught in his throat as he tries to hold back the noises coming from him.

light seems to come back to his eyes as his mind clears up, if only a little. the classic scowl slowly forms on his features as he bites his bottom lip. "w-what, what do you think you're-"

"stop that-" you cut him off before he can even finish his sentence. you know where that line of thought goes and you're not in the mood to entertain his mask of pride; you wanted /lucifer/, not his sin. "-don't you dare pull that on me, not now. tell me you want it, want /this/, want /me/."

lucifer opens and then shuts his mouth a couple of times, each time the blush on his face only seems to grow a deeper shade of red. it isn't until you begin to pull your hand away from his erection that he lifts his head in panic. "please! p-please i-" he takes a deep gasp of air, seemingly forcing his mouth to move. "-i-i need you, please, don't stop."

you gaze into his deep ruby eyes, that familiar feeling of understanding is there. you can't deny it, within this moment, you need him too.

the hitch in breathe that comes from the demon beneath you doesn't escape your ears as you finally, unceremoniously, pull down his underwear; his weeping cock slaps against skin, drops of precum now mingling with the sweat that has formed there. his whole body practically shivers as you gingerly wrap your hand around the base of his cock, giving it a small squeeze to hear his deep, sultry voice let out a delicious moan. you've always enjoyed his voice, but hearing it so fucked out and hoarse makes the heat that's been building in the pit of your stomach ignite all over again.

"fuck, lucifer-" you can't help but grind your aching cunt against the rope tightly wrapped around one of his thighs, your hand now properly stroking him. the sight of lucifer, eyes hazy, mouth wide open as he lets out moans that are very much not becoming of someone in his position, only makes you lean down right above him so he too can see just what this is doing to you. "you look so pretty like this, luci. can't believe it's all for me-only for me to see, to hear, to feel-" the feeling of his tongue on yours is hot and oh so good as you practically assault his mouth; the feeling of his moans getting all but swallowed up only serves to stroke whatever ego you've been building throughout this entire encounter.

for some reason, it just makes you want to make a mess out of him even more.

the kiss grows more and more incoherent the longer it goes on; it's sloppy, spit leaking out the sides of both your mouths and the sound of teeth clacking occasionally breaking up the heavy breathes and wet squelches coming from lucifers cock. it's the very definition of desperation. someone, you aren't even sure who anymore, lets out a whine as the burning in both of your air-craving lungs forces both of your to part.

the two of you exchange heavy breathes between one another, swollen lips briefly touching before parting again, oxygen-lacking brains unable to think of what comes next. it isn't until you process lucifer's hips rutting desperately into your hand despite the struggle it most pose that you, reluctantly you admit to yourself, remove your hand from his cock.

the growl he lets out at this only makes you want to go back to teasing him, really, but the insistent throbbing of your pussy makes you consider otherwise. before lucifer can make any complaints, you swiftly peel your shirt over your head and toss it in a random direction. your hands start to make their way to work on your pants next but stop halfway through as you catch the lucifer very obviously staring in your direction.

for just a second, you feel self-conscious about your body, questioning if you weren't up to his expectations, but the thoughts leave just as quickly as they entered once you /really/ get a look at lucifers expression. it's of nothing but pure excitement and satisfaction, his eyes soaking in whatever bare skin he can get only to stop at where your pants start, only to rake back up your body to your face. the headiness in his eyes only pushes you to shove the pants down along with your underwear; you have half a mind to feel a little embarrassment over the line of slick that refuses to disconnect from your sopping pussy until you move your underwear far enough.

the guttural growl that comes straight from lucifers throat, rumbling his chest, forces your face to heat up and your hole to clench around nothing. you move to straddle lucifer once more, pussy just hovering inches above lucifers cock as you take it into your hand. you move down slightly, the tip now between your folds as the white liquid mixes in with your slick. his cock never enters, only teasingly rubbing against your entrance as it slowly becomes covered by your essence.

you didn't plan on teasing the avatar of pride any longer but you just couldn't help yourself; his reactions only served to heighten the experience for you and though he would never admit it, you suspected he enjoyed it just as much as you did. you continue to lather his cock, happy within your own thoughts, until a loud snapping sound rips your out of your concentration.

before you can even gather what's happening, a hard grip on your hand causes you to hiss out as you're yanked forwards. the bed sheets against your bare skin are the first time your take in, then it's the weight that's practically crushing you on your back along with hot, heavy breathes that fan across the nape of your neck.

"l-lucifer?" you struggle to crane your neck backwards to get a good look at him, growing slightly worried as he's suddenly gone silent except for the rather loud panting. you weren't expecting him to be able to get out of his bindings anytime soon seeing as how he struggled with them thus far.

that's when you feel it, the barely there touches caressing your sides, the cool air being swatted onto your skin as his wings adjust to their sudden appearance. and that's not all, when you're finally able to adjust your head just far enough to get a look at his face, something wet falls from somewhere above and onto the sheets below.

", , ,blood?"

the burst of laughter escapes before you can even think twice to hold it in. lucifer, the avatar of pride and right hand man to lord diavolo, prince of the devildom, got a nosebleed in the middle of sex from seeing a humans naked body. the sound of your name forced through clenched teeth only serves to make you double over once more, back shaking against lucifers rumbling chest.

"stop that. it's-it's a natural thing that happens to anyone, so stop laughing like a fool." you turn around at lucifers words, your hiccupping chest now against his.

"natural for a virgin maybe, sure. certainly not something i'd except from /the/ lucifer morningstar." you can almost see a pout form on his face, though it might just be your imagination, but you lift your hand to wipe away some of the blood that's formed on the top of his lips anyway. a wonderful, warm feeling slowly spreads deep in your chest, mingling with the thick haughtiness that still lingers. "you really are quite cute lucifer."

"that's not a compliment and you know it." he swats away your hand, moving to wipe away the rest of the blood himself with the sheets below the both of you. you pout at this yourself, wriggling around to push lucifer off your just enough so you can move around. "just what are you doi-" his voice cuts off as he takes a deep inhale, hips rutting against his will into the hand that's just grabbed his half-hard cock.

"don't get all cocky just because you've gotten out of the ropes luci." you lift your hips so your entrance can once again rub against the tip of his cock, pushing it in just slightly before pulling away. you use your other hand to grab onto one of lucifers horns, fingers digging into its rough texture as you yank down, hard. your lips graze against the shell of lucifers ear, your body soaking in all the shivers and hitches in breathe he tries his best to stop. "we both know i'm still the one in charge here."

the downright erotic moan that lucifer lets out is all your need to start pushing his cock into your entrance earnestly; it only gets about half way before you have to stop yourself, your walls stretching enough to burn just to accommodate the thickness alone. your bottom lip finds home in between your teeth, threatening to spill blood itself as you concentrate on taking deep yet wobbly breathes. you don't make much progress until lucifer finally puts most of his weight onto his hands, body now above you as his arms cage you in while he rests your ass on his thighs. the look in his face says it all, the desperation to /finally/ have his length be encased entirely by your tight walls, to finally be one with you and fill you entirely with his seed.

all he needs is your permission, a command, anything that would allow him to have direction. he wants, no, needs you to be in control just one more time before he can truly let himself loose.

the pact practically sears the spot that it rests on your hand as you say just two simple words, the weight on your lungs heavy. "fuck me"

lucifers hands are on your hips in seconds, fingers digging into your skin at a bruising strength as he moves the rest of your body down onto the remaining length of his cock. you hiccup at the burn, his cock far too thick and long for most humans to handle; it only causes you to shut your eyes as tears start to burn at the edges of your vision. before you're able to try and adjust, lucifer it pulling you off his cock, leaving only the tip inside and leaving you empty. you make a small whine in confusion, hesitantly taking a peek at what could have gone wrong now.

the demon above you has his brows furrowed, jaw set as he does nothing but stare at where his cock and your entrance still connects. you can tell he's trying his hardest not to hurt you, hands shaking in their bruising grip around your waist, ruby eyes swirling with a dark urge that seems struggle to stay abate. he stays like this for a minute, trying his hardest to level out his breathing but failing miserably. before you can ask if he's okay, his wings flutter behind him and he mumbles what sounds like an apology.

with no other warnings, he's dragging you back onto your cock with more force and speed than before, forcing a loud moan from your lungs and the tears in your eyes to finally fall. it's a brutal, punishing pace that barely leaves you enough time to breathe, small hiccups of air enter your lungs as whiney moans are punched out not long after.

it's not long before lucifer is moaning alongside you, deep voice now turned up a few octaves as he relishes in your tight, wet walls that seem to beckon him to abuse it even harder. all you can do is dig your fingers into the sheets below you, vision rendered useless as you sob at the pleasure that's building inside you; building and building and so close to overflowing. you can tell lucifer is just as close as you are; his grip as broken skin, you can feel a slow, warm liquid make its way down your body and hear a stampede of curses leave lucifers mouth not too long after.

"fuck-fuck! you're just so perfect for me, so tight so fucking-" he hits a particularly good spot inside you, your cunt tightening in response leaves him speechless and struggling for breathe before he can continue his mindless rambles with utterances of your name; its as if he knew no other words within the moment, nothing else mattered except your very existence. "i belong to no one else, no other human but you so please-" lucifer lets out what sounds to be a sob, his thrusts sounding wetter and more lewd as his cock weeps into you.

you know what he's asking for and you'd be downright demonic to deny him release after bearing his soul to you. you're body is at it's limits, but you push yourself to meet his thrusts the best you can as you force words out of your wrecked throat. "p-please, luci-fuck please, wanna come-" another sob rips through you, you're both so close. "t-together, please- l-lucifer please-"

as if on command, lucifer thrusts once, twice, then still as he fills your hole with his hot seed. you can feel every twitch his cock makes against your walls as it empties itself into you, oozing out and onto the sheets due to just how tight you've become. you let out once last whimper as he cums into you, your walls tightening around him and milking him for all he's got.

you both stay in place as both of your respective highs ride through you. it's only after lucifer's demon form has gone and he has gone fully soft that he slowly comes back to life, gently pulling himself out and laying down next to you as to not put too much on his weight onto you. he allows a hand to wrap around your waist, his fingers making small circles into the uninjured parts of your skin as to now startle you.

"uhm-" it's you who first attempts to speak, hoarse voice shakily attempting to break through the peacefulness that had settled. "sorry. for tying you up like that."

lucifer doesn't say anything, only continuing his circles. despite all the confidence you had prior, you couldn't deny that a lot of it came from what was probably lucifers sheer need that happened to be forced onto you. it's hard to say anything else, especially since you weren't exactly sure where either of your stood at this point; all you could do was wait for lucifer to make the next move.

nothing happens for what feels like ages; long enough to where the bruises and cuts on your hips to start aching and the mess of your own juices that have mingled with lucifers start to feel gross. deciding it's best to just bite the bullet, you start to get up but are stopped by lucifers fingers making contact with some of the cuts due to your movement. the hiss of pain you let out seems to bring the demon out of his thoughts.

"stay there, don't move." with that, he removes himself from the bed and disappears into what you assume is the bathroom. a sigh coming from your lips is all that is heard in the room; his domineering tone is back and you can only assume that means you won't be having any sort of conversation with him about your or his feelings.

by the time lucifer comes back you were already sitting at the edge of the bed, attempting to get your jelly-like legs to work properly so you could clean yourself up. the small 'tch' that comes from him causes you to give him a playful glare. "what? i feel gross."

"that's why i told you to not move. lay back down." you want to argue with him but are stopped when you see a wet towel, some ointment and bandages in his hands. with a small huff, you lie back down onto a relatively clean part of the bed; you noticed he had freshened himself up after peering down to see him in boxers.

it's silent as lucifer cleans up the blood from your skin and gently applies cream before covering it with bandages. you try your hardest to insist that you can clean up the mess between your legs yourself but the look he gives you causes you to lose the fight pretty easily. it's awkward but you can't help but feel a little touched at how attentive he was being with you.

lucifer finally speaks after he's thrown the cloth along with any clothing on the floor into a hamper. "it was partially my fault that you were affected by the pact in such a way. i hold no ill feelings towards you or your actions today."

you have to replay his words in your head a couple of times before you find yourself feeling a little hopeful. "so then what sort of feelings /do/ you have?" you let the question hang in the air, staring at lucifer across the room from the comfort of his bed. "i'll be honest, i'm not really how i feel but-" you take a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. "i know that everything i said today was from the heart. it wasn't just the pact speaking."

lucifer goes quite again, his heavy footsteps growing closer and closer before it stops just right beside you. his fingers find their way to your hair, moving your bangs up and away from your face. he has a soft, small smile on his face, one that makes your chest feel light and your brain feel hazy. and then you see it as he speaks-

"i see. then until you can give your feelings a name, i'll just have to wait for you to come seek me out. you've already done it once, afterall."

ao3 *** about me

#usernu11 #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me transmasc reader #transmasc!reader #transmasc!mc #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me reader #obey me mc #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x mc #lucifer x mc

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nyanashima · 1 year

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Obey Me! Headcanon Masterlist

All gender-neutral unless otherwise stated, I'll add more genders to the legend as I write for them lol.

Requests open!

💞 = fluff || 🌧️ = hurt/comfort || 🥀 = angst || 💋 = NSFW 🏳️‍⚧️ = trans mc || 🦞 = masc/male mc || 🦎 = feminine/female mc ❗️ = mature/possibly triggering content || 💫 = request

The Brothers

Neurodiversity Headcanons 💞❗️

Crying & Comfort 🥀🌧️

MC with OCD 💞❗️

Young Satan

Satan General Headcanons

Transmasc MC 💞🏳️‍⚧️🦞

Skating Headcanons 💞

Trans!Mammon (feat. Trans MC) 💞🏳️‍⚧️🦞🦎

Suave MC 💫

Breakfast in Bed 💫💞

Nowdateables + Luke

Crying & Comfort 🥀🌧️❗️

MC with OCD 💞❗️

Flustering the Nowdateables 💞

Solomon General Headcanons

Skating Headcanons 💞

Solomon Fluff Alphabet 💞

When They're Sick 💞❗️

Breakfast in Bed 💫💞

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iwannawritelots · 2 years

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Obey Me Babes When You Paint Your Nails to Match Theirs

Originally written June 2022

Literally writing this because this is what I do. As a transmasc person who really likes to paint their nails, it makes me feel more comfortable to match the obey me babes lol. I’m sad Simeon, Solomon, and Raphael don’t have painted nails (unless it’s a like… demon culture thing??? Idk. Also Barbatos’ shade of purple is fuckin’ whack I can’t seem to find any that are almost exact like I did with Luci, Asmo, Dia, and Belphie.) I don’t think we’ve seen Mephisto’s nails so he isn’t in this. Thirteen is though!

Lucifer💙

his chest is swelled with so much pride

(It doesn’t even matter if you didn’t do it to match him. He won’t listen lmao)

Finds himself taking off his gloves more often so he can show everyone else who you chose to match nail polish with

very smug about it.

Mammon💛

“Wh—? H-Hey! Stupid human, why did you choose to use that particular nail polish?”

“To… m-match me? W-Well! Of course you’d wanna match the Great Mammon!”

Won’t stop being flustered. His face is hot every time he sees your nails.

Boasts about it when his siblings are being combative lmao

Leviathan🧡

“Wh-Why would you w-w-w-want to match with a yucky otaku like me!?”

Another grim in the “self deprecating comment” jar

It makes him happy and nervous and he doesn’t know how to properly react

Loves looking at your hands and his own while you game and feels all warm inside

Satan💚

flattered tbh

blushies

It probably takes so much restraint to not shove it in Lucifer’s face dhsodhdk

I’m sure he already liked holding your hands but it’ll probably happen more often now lol

Asmodeus💘

SQUEALS

it makes him so happy

asks if you’d want to touch them up with him next time

Hand holding hand holding hand holding hand holding hand holding hand hol

kisses your knuckles and hands more often lmao

“You’re so beautiful, _____.”

Beelzebub❤️

doesn’t notice lmao

So unless you tell him literally nothing happens

He thinks it’s cute but he’s not the best at expressing himself so he seems indifferent

smiles and tries to convey he’s happy you wanted to match him

Belphegor💜

pretends he doesn’t give a shit but it makes his heart feel like it’ll explode

If he doesn’t already, wants to hold your hands more when he naps

Lord Diavolo❣️

FUCKIN DELIGHTED

does his cute hardy laugh shsodhdodhd

pulls you to Barbatos to show him

gives you so much attention

Probably will not shut up about it for a week

Barbatos🖤

B L U S H

“I’m flattered. I don’t understand why you would want to match with me.”

Barbatos probably needs a “self deprecating comment” jar too

he usually wears gloves while working, but when he’s able to spend time with you… he likes to take them off and hold your hands so he can remind himself it’s real

won’t stop thinking about the gesture because even if it’s small it means a lot to him

Thirteen❤️‍🩹

smiles but tries to hide it

she thinks it’s cute but probably doesn’t change her behavior too much

Might invite you to come touch them up with her later though

(I’m sorry she has less screentime than Mephisto and Raphael so this isn’t very good aaaaa)

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obeymeswdwritings · 2 years

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Hi! If you're comfortable with it, can I get the obey me! characters with a transmasc MC who cant transition? I'm going through th at rn and it sucks :(

Of course you can get that, anon! I'm sorry you have to go through that, and I'm really proud of you! Remember that you are who and what you are regardless of anything to do with transitioning, and you have at least the support of a stranger on the internet.

Characters- All

Transmasculine!Reader (he/him and masc/male terms used)

Warnings- Dysphoria discussion and mention, Swearing, romantic relationships/implications aside from Luke

Category- Headcanons, Request answers

Lucifer

Well first of all, would you prefer a male uniform? It's not a bother or anything.

he can get the paperwork changed fairly easily, and although he doesn't know where to get you a binder he can pay for one!

He's a great support, insisting that you keep your chin up. The Avatar of Pride isn't about to let you doubt yourself, not now, not ever.

What can he do to help? Let him know, even if it seems small or insignificant. He wants to do everything he can for you.

Later into your relationship, he proudly refers to you as his boyfriend, regardless of who he's talking to. Even Diavolo's heard him call you that.

Are you feeling down? If there's a reason, he'll fight it, but if there's not, or it's not a physical reason, you'll get your favorite drink, a blanket, and the rare affection he shows.

Mammon

He's not always sure how to be supportive, but he does his best. early on, he wakes you up by yelling boy. Like just the word. He means nothing but the best!

Extra luck for you. Except, instead of being all about gambling, your luck is always centered in affirmation- finding clothes that can hide feminine features while still being nice, people assuming correctly, and so on.

He's more than a bit of a tsundere, but he's massively overprotective, and anyone who misgenders you is gonna have to face the second-eldest avatar.

he's more than happy to bully anyone and everyone into respecting you, and for once they never have something to respond with. Except for an apology, that is.

He likes to refer to you as his treasure, and when you're out of earshot, his future trophy husband. Frankly, that's reserved for when everyone but Goldie is out of earshot.

Leviathan

This man is a regular tumblr user, he knows all the tips and tricks and best places to get gender affirming stuff.

The first gift you get from him is delivered anonymously to your door, and it's a box from Akuzon that, when opened, reveals one of the little coming out boxes and a note in his surprisingly neat handwriting that reads simply "We're all proud of you."

He's shy as hell, but that's not quite enough to stop him from stammering comments about how handsome, masculine, and cool you look whenever he can work up the courage.

He's always happy to love the gender euphoria back into you, wrapping his arms around you, hiding his face in your neck, and murmuring about how lucky he is to have such a good boyfriend.

He gets flustered easily, sure, but he's the Avatar of Envy, and the type of possessive jealousy is well within his realm, showing when he puts his head on your shoulder to show his fangs, hissing his claim on you to any lesser demon with the nerve to act like they can flirt with you.

He can write things without stuttering, so in order to get his point across, you'll start finding notes with all sorts of things written on them.

(Ex. "beautiful boy <3" written in a careful scrawl, a "good morning, handsome" scribbled on a sticky note attached to your tie, everything he wants to say written in a notebook.)

Satan

mwah mwah motherfucker, it's time for reassurance.

He'll often point to male characters and explain which of their traits reminded him of you, smiling both at the book and at you.

Satan likes to remind you that you're valid, but in subtle ways. He leaves neatly wrapped gifts on your bed, addressed to "my lovely boyfriend", and lovingly calling you ridiculous.

Satan's not about to treat you any differently for not being cis, or for not transitioning, he loves you for who you are, regardless of any of that.

He's proud of you! He's proud of you for accepting yourself, for sharing, for doing so well with dysphoria. He's incredibly proud. (In a smug, look-at-my-boyfriend way and a look-at-how-well-you're-doing-good-job way, not a Lucifer way)

"Darling dearest light of my life" prefaces like at least one thing he says at least twice a week. Nothing's cringe if you're the Avatar of Wrath!

He likes to comfort you by reading to you, performing every bit of odd writing in the book.

he'll happily go out of his way to comfort you, even if it means doing something vaguely embarrassing (i.e. put on the cat ears, pretty boy)

Asmodeus

You're definitely not the first trans guy he's met. I mean c'mon, look at him! you think he cares if you're trans? Only in the sense that he wants to gender you properly!

He's always happy to let you borrow cologne or perfume, both because if it helps, yay! and because all of his is custom, so it clearly shows whose it is.

"And this is my absolutely stunning boyfriend!" is how he tends to introduce you later in your relationship, and before that he sticks to "my handsome chaos friend."

Asmo likes to hear your voice, of course, but if you get dysphoria from it he's perfectly fine with carrying the conversation. Still, don't think you're getting out of a compliment about it.

Hmm? You're feeling a bit low? well we can't have that!

Asmo likes to spend casual, domestic time with you when you're upset, knowing you're aware of the fact that to him, time spent doing nothing is the most valuable he can give.

The affection he gives declares loud and clear, he doesn't care one way or the other, as long as you're by his side.

Beelzebub

That's cool! He thinks it's really interesting, and he's happy you told him!

Although he's not entirely sure how to go about supporting you, he'll do his best! He finds it fun to just stand behind you, taking full advantage of his stature to intimidate lesser demons into being nicer to you.

He's always got, at the very least, a smile and your comfort snack, believing firmly in the power of food to help problems. And hey, he's not wrong!

You can borrow his clothes if you want, they'll probably be really big on you.

Boyfriend cooking sessions! just be careful not to let him convince you to let him eat it all, that pout of his is too cute for his own good.

He shares food with you when you're feeling dysphoric, explaining that food always makes him feel better, and even if it's not the same problem, it might help!

Belphegor

His automatic response to someone making any big announcement is “congratulations” before his brain processes it, so that might be a little amusing.

Once his brain’s caught up, he won’t rescind the congratulations, but will ask if you have everything you need. He’s got a lot of comfy oversized hoodies, if you’d like one.

His method for comforting you isn’t all that intricate, he just drags you into a nap and changes your dreams a little bit.

pretty boy (derogatory) and bitchboy (affectionate)

when you’re feeling dysphoric, sleep. It’ll solve all your problems. After all, what are boyfriends who can manipulate the dreams of their boyfriend for if not gender affirmation?

Belphie’s a big fan of casual affirmation, he doesn’t see the point in making a big deal out of it. He’ll just happily call you his boyfriend, and ensure that you know that that’s what you are.

Diavolo

He’s the future king of the Devildom, of fucking course he can make a law that you have to ask for pronouns.

this walking golden retriever of a man will gladly make sure you know you’re valid, of course! From calling you his boyfriend to cheerfully handing you a binder, he’s determined to make sure you’re fully aware.

Firm believer in affirmation cuddles. can’t have self-doubt if you’re being hugged too tightly to get the oxygen your brain needs! Just kidding, he won’t hug you that tightly, just make sure that you’re getting a good amount of affection.

He’s very proud of you. It takes courage to come out, he knows that, and he’s especially proud of you for doing it in an unfamiliar environment, especially considering you don’t have the chance to transition.

Now, if the only obstacle is money, he’ll get you whatever you need, but if the problem is medical or mental or anything else he’s here to support you. He’s here to support you either way.

Dia’s main form of comforting you resides with his affinity for physical affection, but of course he’ll gladly provide you with verbal love if you’d rather.

Barbatos

As an extremely powerful demon, he’s intimidating. Not in the murderous way of Lucifer, or the hair-trigger way of Satan, but in the way that only he can be. A smile that threatens someone more than any sentence ever could.

And all that really means is that you’ll never have to worry about getting misgendered or deadnamed, here or in the human realm.

likes to address you by adding a teasing “Mister” to the beginning of your name, or murmuring something in the Devildom language that you can never quite catch, but that makes Diavolo giggle happily every time he hears it.

Mr. Acts of Service himself, Barbatos is a big fan of making you a soothing cup of tea and butter cookies after a long day, and if you have allergies, well, that’s what spells are for.

his preferred method of comforting you is just to wrap a blanket around your shoulders, set out a tray of your comfort foods, he pays attention to these things, and talk with you. He likes to carry on a conversation, talking about nothing in particular.

However long he has to spend with you, he’ll stay with you.

Solomon

Solomon’s human, even if he isn’t technically mortal. As such, he’s met his fair share of trans people, and cheerfully offers you the methods he’s been told of to help dysphoria.

He likes you too much to use you as a test subject, so that’s off-limits as a transitioner.

You’re quickly going to wind up pulling all sorts of pranks with him, though, and he decides that you shall forever be known as the chaos boyfriends, cheerfully putting it in graffiti or a note next to some of your works.

Solomon’s main method of comfort is distraction. Be it asking for help with a study, cooking lessons, or anything inbetween, he knows that sometimes getting your mind off things is important.

Solomon isn’t just a tumblr user, he’s practically staff. He set up an account when it was first created because he thought it would be funny and follows exclusively wizard blogs, which you’ll be send screenshots of at the most ridiculous times.

He likes to calm you down from dysphoria by giving you a new problem to worry about cooking!

Simeon

Angel to the end, Simeon’s a calming barrier against dysphoria. He always knows what to say to get you to stop worrying, or shut down dysphoria altogether.

Shows you snippets of writing, his and others, where trans people are there, just existing, without transitioning. “It doesn’t make you any less you” is his simple explanation.

He loves getting to watch you happy, and he’ll do a lot to get the privilege of that! The fact of the matter is, finding you a binder isn't all that hard, once you get down to it. Neither is stealing a male uniform, but that’s totally irrelevant, y’know? I mean really, surely nobody’d ever do that, right?

He stole like three, sorry, borrowed for a good cause, since he wasn’t sure what size and didn’t want to ask.

Simeon likes to give hugs, just big ol hugs.

He’s a big supporter overall, and never misses a chance to remind you of that.

Luke

You have achieved what Simeon could not: Luke openly considers you a brother.

Now he’s interesting in that he comforts people in the way he was comforted, which means that he’ll drag you to his room and start telling you about his stuffed animals.

He might not entirely understand dysphoria, but he does understand wanting to fight people and not being able to because of reputation and also physical strength!

Luke invites you to baking sessions, and he has a sign to put on the door that says “brothers working, enter at own risk” in calligraphy. He likes to make your favorite pastries!

He will genuinely try to fight anyone who bitches at you, gender or otherwise.

A good solution to all problems is making cupcakes and passing them out. People are always nice to the bakers!

Anon! Remember, they’re all proud of you.

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