#ftm mc

"Eh... [Y/n]... I-I, uh... Are you trans?" Those words felt like a dam breaking to you. However he found out, whenever he found out, whatever happened to cause him to find out... It'd be wrong to say you didn't care, but the pit in your stomach was taking up your mind the most.

You couldn't even get yourself to speak, less think of an answer. The awkwardness of the situation, the way his lips were pressed into a line... He looked uncomfortable asking. It was all familiar, a familiar situation that you hated. A familiar situation that'd lead to a glare, that'd lead to a disgusted look, that'd lead to a- "Erm..." Leviathan had his hand reached out, inches away from you. He was hesitating to touch your shoulder... You looked scared? Had he done something wrong? "Y-you ok there, normie? You went all pale..." Leviathan had to admit... He was concerned. You went quiet, you looked like you'd cry. Maybe it hit him in that moment, or maybe a second before that? He's not the fastest sometimes...

But he'd grab your shoulders, immediately grabbing your attention. His grip was firm to a point that slightly hurt as he raised his voice.

"I-I'm not asking because I find it bad or anything! I-It's fine, perfectly fine! Like why would I care anyway?! You're perfect already and I love you for who you are not what's in- In your..."

" My my, what do we have here? "

A undignified squeaked left your lips, leaving a blush in its wake. Turning quickly, you locked gazes with deep obsidian eyes as they gazed at you from over your shoulder. Pressing the shirt closer to your chest, you quickly advert your gaze from Lucifer's own.

Lucifer hummed, " Now, we can't have that, MC. Why are you not looking me in the eye? Does it have something to do with how you've been wearing your binder 2 hours, 36 minutes, and 27 seconds over your recommended time limit? "

You tense and turn to look at him, confusion in your eyes, and slight betrayal, " You've been timing me with my binder on? "

Lucifer sensed your emotions and set a placating gloved hand on your cheek, " I must, unfortunately. With this self destructive behavior I want to keep a close eye on you, so consequences won't be dire in the future and keep you from achieving what you need. "

Sighing heavily, you nod, " I understand, Luci. But, this binder, " you press your hand to it, feeling the fabric press into your palm, " its the best thing I've had in a long time. "

After making the comment and realizing how that could have sounded, you quickly look up to see Lucifer's ammused expression, " Don't worry, MC. I know you didn't mean it in that way. Believe me, MC, I do understand where you are coming from, I just want to make sure you aren't hurting yourself more than helping at this point. "

Nodding again, you look in the mirror you had been only moments ago, " This helps me feel like myself. I just, don't want to give that up. "

Lucifer rubbed his chin before a light appeared in his eyes. You watch werily in the mirror as Lucifer went to your dresser and pulled open the top drawer. Finding what he was looking for, he grabbed it and brought it to you. You rose a brow and grabbed it, frowning at the sports bra in your hand, you look up to Lucifer in confusion.

The demon had a sultry smile on his face when looking at you, " I believe, a sports bra would be a more appropriate attire, then? I would be willing to lend you one of my jackets as well, if that helps you to relax and find comfort in something other than your binder. "

You gasp and grip the sports bra closer and look up at him, " You'd let me? Really? "

Lucifer nods, " Then we can do anything after that helps ease you, I promise. "

With his word given, you sigh and nod in agreement. Lucifer smiles and leans down, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before standing to his full height and turning around so you can change quickly. Doing so, you make sure to not look in the mirror while changing. You could already feel your body starting to hurt once the constructive binder was off, but you paid it no mind as you slipped on the bra.

When you were done, you turned to Lucifer and said you were ready. Smiling at you, Lucifer quickly shed his over the shoulder jacket and layed it comfortably around your shoulders, watching as it encased you completely. He smiled and hummed into your ear, draping his arms over your shoulders while peppering kisses along your neck and jaw.

He was muttering sweet nothings into your ear as he did so, " My handsome boy. My very sweet and amazing man right in my arms. So strong and good for me, mmm? That's right, " he practically purred, " my very good boy. So very handsome and mine. "

You could probably melt with how hot you felt your body becoming at his praises and compliments. Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to lean into his hold and embrace you. Lucifer made sure to clasp the clamp tight around the neck piece so his jacket wouldn't fall, the lead you out of your dim room.

The ravenette demon walked you to his room and held the door open for you, guiding you over to his most conformable chair and letting you take a seat. After he was done making sure you were comfortable, he went to his vinyl collection and picked out the one you and him had listened to many times before and had taken a liking to.

Putting it on the record player, he set up the music. Once it started playing, he turned to you and offered his hand. Taking his offer, he picked you up from the chair and started to slowly dance to the song. You easily fell into step since it was a slow song.

Though what surprised you was how easy Lucifer fell to follow your steps and gave you chance to lead. The first born smiled and leaned face into your neck, once again whispering possessive yet comforting words into your ear, how you were so strong, and how you made him so happy.

" You are my pride and joy, MC. I feel so proud to call you mine everyday. I will fight for you, even if it's you sometimes. I will let no harm come to what's mine. You may be mine, but what is mine is yours, and I will proudly call myself yours everyday if you wish it so. "

Tears prickled your eyes the longer he went on, and you hid your leaky face into his shoulder, sniffling and sobbing. Stopping your dance, he held you close to his chest and let you cry the stress and pain away. He rubbed your sides carefully with gloved hands and his slightly chapped lips to your forehead, nose, and cheeks.

Lucifer could hold you for eternity, and he was not too proud to admit that. No, no he wasn't. Not if that ment he could hold you and feel your heart beat against his own.

For a bit of background information, Wade and Luna got divorced about a year after their daughter, Dominique, went to college because they realized that they were still partners just so she wouldn’t get hurt. Things were discussed and both adults are way happier apart. Word got out to the station and it spread like wildfire. Rumors got made (obviously by Smitty with his conspiracies) alongside some bets on why it happened. Grey clarified that everything between him and Luna is their business and will not discuss the divorce further. The rumors/bets eventually stopped though it became obvious that Grey wasn’t feeling his best which is reasonable since they were married for over 20 years.

Present time

Tim was sitting at the bar, sipping on his third glass of whiskey. Lucy occasionally spoke with him along with some others but he mostly spent the night alone. He wore a tailored suit that showed off his muscular physique if he moved a certain way. At around 8:54pm, Grey approached Tim in a black suit. The latter male watched his boss order a glass of tequila and swallowed thickly. Maybe it was the whiskey messing with him, but Grey looked hot . Bradford takes a sip of his drink.

“I really didn’t expect you to be here, Tim,” Grey commented and met his eyes. He just shrugs. “Wasn’t planning on it but Genny begged me to take her. Something about finding a nice, single man,” the sergeant responds with a chuckle. Grey nods and silence falls between them which feels a bit tense as they clearly can’t stop looking at each other. “When do you plan on going home?” Wade asks, furrowing his brows in a way that makes Tim’s stomach flutter which has never happened before.

“Uh.. Around 11 hopefully,” he sighs and rests an arm on the bar countertop. “You?” Grey shakes his head. “No idea… Luna wants me to stay the whole time but I just want to go home. It’s bad enough that things are kind of awkward but being near each other as well?” He exhales sharply, Tim hums in acknowledgment. “Be glad there’s liquor.” He smirks and nudges the other man’s arm. Grey has a small smile on his face, thankful his subordinate is attempting to lighten up the mood. They lock eyes yet again and just stare. Tim shifts under Grey’s gaze, deciding to glance around the ball room where there are many dressed up cops, detectives, and their plus ones.

Half an hour passes of simple looks shared and newly found tension between the higher-ups. Bradford finishes his fourth glass before excusing himself to the restroom. He pushes through some crowds, going down a dimly lit hallway with his footsteps softly bouncing off the walls. Tim pushes open the men’s bathroom door and shuffles to a stall. He peeks his head into each one, making sure it’s clean. He enters, locking it behind him. Bradford stands there for a second before wiping the seat and unbuckling his belt. He tugs down his dress pants alongside his boxers to reveal a wet spot that had grown while talking to Wade. He exhales quietly and places his bottom on the cool porcelain seat.

Bradford socially transitioned when he was 18 and started hormone therapy alongside changing his name and entire closet. At age 23, he underwent top surgery and joined the army. No one ever found out about his past as a female since he hid it well. Isabel, his ex-wife, obviously knew. Lucy didn’t. They never hooked up and just had hot makeout sessions where he’d touch her sexually but never allowed the woman to see him naked below the waist. Tim didn’t know what she’d think and certainly did not want to risk it. He usually got himself off on the toilet after she went to bed.

He realized that he’d been sitting on the toilet for a long time and eventually grabbed some paper, grimacing at the amount of slick that had been wiped up from between his thighs. Tim shakes his head and finishes up before heading back to the ballroom where Grey was still sitting at the bar. “Sorry about the wait.” Bradford grunts, taking a seat on the stool again. Wade waves a hand dismissively. “Nah, it’s fine.”

Silence yet again.

“Do you want to find somewhere quieter?”

Tim couldn’t believe what just came out of his mouth and looks at Grey for his reaction, secretly praying he agrees.

It must be his lucky day since the older man nods, shoving the glass cup he had been sipping from away. Grey adjusts his collar before standing and gesturing for Tim to follow which he does rather obediently.

The two men walk outside, perching themselves on a bench by some bushes at the front. The February crisp air swirls past and is the only thing heard besides them shuffling or clearing their throats.

Tim subtly fixes his pants since the material kept clinging to his crotch, making it obvious that he did not have a dick. He feels Grey glancing at him and hesitantly turns his gaze to him.

“You alright there, Bradford? I make you nervous?” He teases with a raised brow. Bradford swallows and his thighs instinctively clench. “Ahh, no. Pretty sure I drank too much. I might head home soon.”

Grey purses his lips, placing his arm on the bench’s back. “Want me to take you to mine? I got a couch that you can sleep on.. Plus, it’d be nice to not wake up to an empty place for once.”

Tim freezes and it feels like his heart is gonna beat out of his chest. He doesn’t know if staying over would be a good idea but Grey’s clearly lonely and the rare empathetic side of him comes out. “Yeah, okay. Why not?” A smile forms on the lieutenant’s face before fading as he tries to act nonchalant.

They decide to leave an hour and a half later, arriving at Grey’s home at 10:32pm and getting settled by 11:02.

“I appreciate you allowing me to crash here, sir.” Tim sighed as he shifted on the couch, having borrowed a pair of Grey’s sweatpants and old t-shirt. “Anytime. Now, I’m gonna head to bed but let me know if you need anything.” The younger man nods and watches Wade descend down the hallway, the soft sound of a door closing follows soon after.

Bradford lied there for a while, listening as the house settles every now and then. Eventually he couldn’t handle the ache in his core anymore and slowly moved a hand down to the waistband of his boss’s pants. Tim checks to make sure Grey hadn’t come out without him realizing before finally reaching his drenched pussy and clit that enlarged slightly from testosterone shots. He holds back a groan, rubbing the bundle of nerves in small circles. Bradford slides two digits to his slick coated hole and gently pushes them inside. His sensitive walls squeeze and flutter in response to the pleasant intrusion. The man wiggles on the couch, spreading his manly legs while thrusting his fingers in and out. His breathing roughens while continuing to finger himself. He feels his body get wetter at the bare THOUGHT of Wade and he attempts pushing away a simple fantasy revolving around his hand being replaced with the lieutenant’s. Tim lets the softest whimper out.