#transmasc mc

[argentum-in-aqua]

Silver in the Ashes (Argentum in Aqua #2): Chapter 57

A candle flame bright enough to swallow the world

In which Mortimer’s suspicions are confirmed, and Fest comes to a realisation all too late

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[iwannawritelots]

T-Shot

Originally written June 2022

Ship(s): Barbatos X MC

(genderless transmasc MC)

Trigger/content warnings: mentions of poor headspace, needle anxiety, needles, self-worth doubt towards the end

Headcanons/notes from the author: this can be read as any AFAB/transmasc reader who takes testosterone for gender affirming medical care! I tried publishing it once before this and tumblr ate it so hopefully it doesn’t pop up twice

Brief Blurb: MC is having a hard time giving themself their shot.

There was a lot going on in your head, and you couldn’t calm down enough to give yourself your t-shot. It was stressing you out, especially since you told Barbatos that you would join him in the kitchen when you were finished. Usually you could bite the bullet and do it, even if sometimes it was a bad shot. You’d had weeks of injecting in poor spots prior to tonight, though…

Just as you were about to cry with frustration, Barbatos knocked on the door and poked his head inside. “Darling…? Are you alright?”

His presence made you feel even more frustrated, though you knew better than to blame him. Despite yourself, you blinked out a few tears. “I-I’m sorry, Toto, I’m trying…”

Cautiously, Barbatos stepped into the room and closed the door behind himself, then joined you on the bed. “Why are you sorry? What happened?”

You quickly wiped your face, then gestured to your shot supplies with the hand holding the syringe. “I-I just… I have everything drawn up and the shot site cleaned and I keep getting too nervous to inject myself.”

Very carefully, Barbatos took the syringe out of your hand. “Alright, look away.”

“Barbatos—”

“Look away,” he insisted. You did as he said, focusing on a knick-knack in his room. “You’re stressing yourself out. Remember to breathe.” You took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. “There, that’s much better. You forget to breathe when you’re nervous.” When he squished some of the muscle on your thigh, you tensed up and held your breath again without realizing. “Breathe, _____,” he reminded you softly. You inhaled, then exhaled, realizing he had injected the testosterone while you were doing so. “There, all done.”

You turned to face him again, seeing that he had put a band aid over the shot and threw the syringe in your sharps container. “Thank you…”

“If you’re feeling upset before you do your shots, it’s going to prevent you from doing them.” He carefully cupped your cheeks, rubbing the remnants of your tears away with his bare thumbs. “On the days you’re upset, you can ask me to do it for you.”

“I don’t want to bother you…” you muttered to him. “Plus, I-I need to be able to do it on my own.”

Barbatos chuckled. “You have proven you can do it on your own most days. I have no issue helping you if you need it.” You leaned into his hands a little bit, humming with content. “I love you. You won’t bother me if you aren’t in the correct headspace to give yourself injections.”

“Okay…” You watched him release your face, then gently pull you closer by your waist. Your cheeks grew warm, but you didn’t mind it. “I love you, too, y’know?”

“I… try to know this,” he told you gently. “It’s strange, having someone love me.”

“That’s how I feel too, sometimes.” You leaned your forehead against his, and he softly pressed further into yours in return. “You’re a strange man, Barbatos.”

“You’re a strange human,” he mumbled, giving you bunny kisses. “I suppose it makes sense, doesn’t it? Two strange beings… being together.”

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[lustyanon]

Obey ME! Kinktober Day 5: Micro/Macro (Beelzebub/TransMasc!MC)

Day 5: Macro/Micro

Character(s): Beelzebub and TransMasc!MC

Pairing: Beelzebub and MC

MC's body: Testosterone enlarged clit (referred to as a small dick, cock, t-dick)

Warnings: Macro/Micro, Mutual Masturbation, Frottage, Cum play, T-dick on MC, size kink

MC gasped when Beel grabbed their little t-cock. His two fingers pulled on it as far as it would go. They withered under his touch, moaning as he played with them. He smirked, seeing his fingers were bigger than it. With his free hand, he quickly pulled out his own thick cock. Veins ran from the bottom to the tip of his shaft where pre was already starting to leak. His whole hand couldn’t even fit around his fat shaft. He watched MC’s tiny little dick twitching below him. He grabbed the base of his own cock and slapped it against MC’s.

MC cried out and bucked their hips up at the sudden sensation. They watched his monster cock with widened eyes. Their mouth hung open as bits of drool leaked from their mouth. Beel rutted his cock against MC’s, nearly crushing it, but providing such delicious friction.

“Ah! Beel!” MC’s legs spread wide open and wrapped around Beelzebub’s hips, hoping to bring him closer to grind their cocks against each other even more. They looked down at where their cocks met, completely unable to see their own cock, but drowning in the sight of Beelzebub’s monster length. Thick drops of pre left a sticky trail on MC’s stomach as Beel increased his rutting against them. “Fuck, more!”

Beel increased his speed he was grinding against MC’s little dick. “Are you going to cum from this, MC?” Beel asked. MC couldn’t form any coherent words with their pathetic moans. They simply nodded their head, grinding against the demon. “Do you want me to cover you in cum?” He used his entire body to hump against MC.

“Yes! Please, Beel!” MC cried out. Beel pulled back with a moan and used both of his hands to pump his cock. At the same time, MC grabbed their little dick and rapidly jerked it. Beel moaned at the sight of MC losing their mind in pleasure. Thick rope after thick rope shot out of his cock and quickly drenched MC in his sticky cum.

[jrhartauthor]

Gabriella on Goodreads is right! Everything about A Milky Way Home by Hsinju Chen is wonderful. If you're looking for a warm hug in a book featuring a transmasc lead and plenty of delicious scenes—including the sweetest homemade boba scene—this is a must-buy.

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[judeinthestars]

New review! A Milky Way Home by Hsinju Chen

[defectivevillain]

always the fool

pairing: Mammon/Reader

reader’s pronouns are unspecified but masc-intended. 

summary: “Come dance with me,” Lucifer demands. Admittedly, you forgot he was standing with the three of you. Once you process his statement, you feel rather wary. There’s a prideful expression on Lucifer’s face—as always—that suggests he expects you to accept his offer. You let your gaze flit to Mammon, only to find that his expression is pinched with annoyance. The Avatar of Greed averts his eyes after noticing you staring.

Mammon has never been anyone’s first choice, for anything.

[ao3 version]

Diavolo is hosting some sort of dance at his residence. The brothers all seem excited about it. You, on the other hand, are a bit apprehensive. You’re looking forward to seeing some of the students outside class—like Simeon, Luke, and Solomon. However, you’re a bit nervous at the thought of a formal event. You initially expected it to be a casual event, but after seeing Asmodeus and Lucifer’s outfits, you realized that you had misinterpreted everything. Thankfully, Diavolo had already foreseen your difficulties with clothing. When you returned to your room after school—a mere few hours before the dance was set to occur—you found a parcel of fancy clothing. Unsurprisingly, the clothing fit perfectly. You were a bit worried about ruining the expensive fabric, but you pushed the thought aside.

Those occurrences led you to where you are right now: standing in front of Diavolo’s ginormous castle. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous; the castle looms over you and you’re in the company of the demon brothers. They all look unimpressed by the manor—they’ve probably seen it several times by now. You only feel more out of depth as you step into the entrance hall behind them. You decide to linger in the back of the group and soon find yourself standing between Levi and Mammon. Levi is murmuring excitedly about having seen a glimpse of Henry 1.0—whatever that means—and Mammon is talking your ear off about the witches he’s been struggling with. You don’t realize that you’ve been rudely ignoring Diavolo until he’s standing before you, arms stretched wide in a gesture meant to show off the space. You decide to humor him and applaud dramatically, which warrants a grin from him in response.

After a quick conversation about school, Diavolo moves on to greet the other guests and you’re left with the demon brothers. Everyone seems to have their own intentions for the evening. Asmodeus is checking himself out in the reflection of the windows, and Satan seems content to argue with Solomon more. Beel is evidently still in the dining hall. This leaves Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, and… you. It’s somewhat of an unlikely group. Even when the four of you make your way into the main hall, there’s a strained silence between you. You decide to turn to Mammon and ask something, only to pause after seeing the troubled expression on his face.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, after noticing the demon’s restless fidgeting.

“N-nothing!” Mammon stammers quickly. He averts his eyes. Levi blinks at him, evidently having heard your conversation. You raise your eyebrows at Levi, trying to indicate your confusion. A strange expression comes over Levi’s face as he turns to look at Mammon.

“Are you glitching?” Levi asks, poking Mammon’s cheek. The Avatar of Greed hisses and pushes his brother’s hand away, before crossing his arms over his chest defensively. Meanwhile, Levi is flitting about him with interest. “Mammon? Blink twice if you can hear me-”

“I can hear ya just fine!” Mammon scowls. The Avatar of Envy stares at his elder brother for a moment, before eventually backing off. Levi still looks a little concerned, but he pulls out his D.D.D. and starts playing a game that looks remarkably similar to Candy Crush.

Mammon doesn’t seem comfortable talking anymore, so you decide to survey your surroundings. The hall is rather packed now. There’s a decent mix of demons, angels, and humans. Everyone looks to be having a good time; perhaps tonight won’t be a huge waste of time, after all. There’s a band playing in the back of the room and the music fades for a moment. Before you can wonder if there was a technical issue, the first few notes of a slow song can be heard over the people around you. You watch in amusement as the partygoers begin pairing up with one another. Levi rolls his eyes and tilts his head down further to look at his phone. Asmodeus can be seen flitting about and talking to people, but never staying for longer than a few minutes. Lucifer, Levi, Mammon, and you are just on the edge of the dance floor. You wouldn’t mind dancing with someone, but you also don’t want to attract attention. The demons here aren’t exactly used to seeing humans, after all. Plus, you don’t have the magical potential that Solomon does, so you’re essentially fresh meat to them. You take a deep breath and inch closer to Mammon. The Avatar of Greed notices your movement and raises an eyebrow.

“Scared, human?” Mammon says, a hint of an amused grin growing on his face. His voice sounds a little shaky, as if he’s still stressed about something. You can’t help but wonder what’s bothering him so much. Mammon averts his eyes—something he’s been doing rather frequently tonight—and continues. “I mean, if you have no one to pair up with, you can dance with m-me…” Before you can respond, there’s a flicker of movement out of the corner of your eye and suddenly, Lucifer is standing next to you.

“Come dance with me,” Lucifer demands. Admittedly, you forgot he was standing with the three of you. Once you process his statement, you feel rather wary. There’s a prideful expression on Lucifer’s face—as always—that suggests he expects you to accept his offer. There is no other conceivable option—at least, in his mind. He’s the Avatar of Pride, after all. You let your gaze flit to Mammon, only to find that his expression is pinched with annoyance. The Avatar of Greed averts his eyes after noticing you staring. It isn’t hard for you to make a decision between the two brothers.

“Actually, I was going to dance with Mammon,” you respond, increasing the distance between Lucifer and you. The Avatar of Pride’s expression is entirely blank as he stares at you; it seems he truly hadn’t expected to be denied. You look at Mammon expectantly, only to find him entirely frozen in shock. Levi looks surprised too, but he’s quick to nudge Mammon and snap him out of his strange trance.

“Really?” Mammon asks, his voice uncertain. It seems as if he can’t fathom the idea that someone would choose him over Lucifer. Your heart breaks a little at the thought. “I mean, of course! Who wouldn’t want to dance with the Great Mammon?!”

“Mammon is freaking out, sent,” Levi murmurs under his breath, his gaze on his phone. Asmodeus reappears out of seemingly nowhere and places an arm on Levi’s shoulder to look at his phone. Beelzebub is long gone—evidently still in the dining hall—and Satan is arguing with Solomon about something in the far corner. Meanwhile, Mammon still looks a little lost, so you decide to take initiative and grab him by the arm to lead him to the dance floor. He follows without complaint. Once you find an empty space, the two of you stare at each other awkwardly. Mammon huffs and puts his hands on your waist. You follow suit and put your hands on his shoulders. The positioning is a little strange at first, but the two of you manage to figure it out. It’s fun to spin around the floor, letting all your worries fade to the back of your mind. Mammon navigates the dance floor with impressive ease. He murmurs something about being required to dance at galas in the Celestial Realm.

“Ya should be grateful, human,” Mammon says a few moments later, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you. You raise an eyebrow at him, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He’s once again avoiding eye contact.

“Right, because I’m dancing with the Great Mammon,” you decide to say with a fond eye roll. You’re unable to keep the smile from your face as he spins you gracefully. The two of you fall back into position and you realize that you’re standing considerably closer together than when you first started.

“No,” Mammon frowns, his grip momentarily tightening. His eyes meet yours in the dim lighting and you choke on a breath at the golden gaze you’re met with. “Cause this isn’t just for show.”

“What?” You ask in confusion. Your heart is racing and you think you understand the implications of his statement, but you want to be certain. You inhale slowly, trying to prevent yourself from getting your hopes up. He could’ve meant something else-

“I like ya a lot,” Mammon states, effectively breaking you from your spiraling thoughts. Everything fades to the background when he utters those words. The pairs spinning around you, the elegant music—it all pales in comparison to Mammon’s bright eyed, attentive gaze.

“I like you a lot, too,” you reply. Mammon doesn’t seem to expect that response, because he freezes and stares at you with wide eyes. Your heart is still racing in your chest. Adrenaline is coursing through you. “What?” You choke out.

“Yer not joking?” Mammon sounds uncharacteristically cautious and wary.

“Why would I joke about that?” You study the expression on his face. Has someone joked about their feelings for him before? That’s cruel. You take a deep breath. “Mammon… Of course I like you. You were the first one who tried to actually get to know me. You’re my first man.”

“Damn right I am,” Mammon smirks, puffing up his chest pridefully. His sudden confidence is still hiding a layer of hesitance, you notice. What’s holding him back? You decide to remain silent and wait for him to continue speaking. Your patience pays off, because Mammon takes a deep breath and meets your eyes. “I mean- I like ya… more than a friend should.”

“I know,” you say, squinting at him. Mammon seems to visibly deflate at that. His hands nearly slip from your waist and his shoulders droop. You bite your lip and try to find the right words to say, but he beats you to it.

“I mean, ya don’t have to do anything about it,” Mammon remarks loftily. You sense that he’s hiding his true feelings, if the strained look on his face is anything to go by. You’re still searching for the right words, but you just can’t find them. “Just know, uh, nothing has to change between us, ya know? I’ll still be yer first man, but-” You give up on trying to figure out what to say and instead grab him by the collar to kiss him. Mammon falls silent and for a horrible moment, you think you’ve made a mistake. Just as you’re about to pull away, his hands move to caress your cheeks and he pulls you impossibly closer.

Before things get too far, a blinding flash and the telltale sound of a camera clicking have you reeling backwards. You blink the stars out of your eyes and glare at the person standing next to Mammon and you. Mammon follows your gaze and his expression visibly sours. Asmodeus is standing right there, a devilish grin on his face as he holds up his phone. Mammon and you exchange worried glances.

Before you can beg Asmodeus to delete the photos he just took, the Avatar of Lust is running away with a delighted cackle. You stare after him in complete disbelief. Mammon curses and grabs your hand, tugging you after him. You lurch forward but manage to right your balance to avoid falling over. Mammon sends you a mischievous grin over his shoulder before pulling you after him. Together, the two of you run to catch up to Asmodeus. Throughout the whole ordeal, you’re unable to get rid of the smile on your face or the warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest.

[doodlboy]

Wishing all a very happy trans divinity moment

[punkeropercyjackson]

I've made post about how Miles and Hobie are Aang and Katara but literally nobody's pointed this out too so here it is

[romeavethinker]

when i think about my headcanons for shadow knights, in my mind it's a lot of fun to emphasize the undead part of them, as well as how torturous the maturation process of a newly birthed shadow knight to a fully-realized one could be. the call is an idea i like to ruminate on as well.

laurance talks early on about how being a shadow knight effects his thinking. he hesitates less, and is more inclined to selfish, spiteful thought patterns. i like to think of this being the ebbing tide of the call carefully drawing in and out of the consciousness in increasingly powerful waves. it grows from tiny whispers in the back of a shadow knight's mind into a violent cacophany that boils beneath the skin with terrifying urgency to be let free the longer the knight rejects it.

as for the physical state of being a shadow knight, this is where the emphasis on the necrotic aspects i was talking about comes in. i take a lot of inspiration for my shadow knight headcanons from the novel "hell followed with us" by andrew joseph white. in that book the main character, benji, has been forcibly infected with a disease (referred to as "seraph", the book covers a lot of christian religious themes) that is slowly, over the course of weeks, turning him into a monster. it's essentially like his body is rotting into becoming something new, and the visceral, monstrous imagery and the way his slow evolution from boy to beast is described is very similar to how i picture becoming a shadow knight feels/looks.

here's some relevant excerpts from my copy of the novel for those who haven't read it. the highlighted lines are the parts most accurate to my headcanons of shadow knights (content warning for descriptions of gore):

i kind of like the idea of shadow knights (like laurance) that didn't complete their transformation ritual and/or reject the call and stay in the overworld being punished by their own body with a slower, more agonizing transformation than if they simply accepted their new undeath and killed who they're supposed to in order to reach their full potential.

however it happens though, it's never pretty. a shadow knight's "true" form (when they activate their powers) reeks of sulfur and death, when they grow in size it sounds just as sickening as it looks, spasming limbs and ripping flesh with the deafening noise of crunching bone and tearing ligaments. smoke and something like ichor both pour from their nose and mouth. if irene is light, life, clear water, and cool, solid quartz and marble and gemstones then a servant of shad would, of course, embody the opposite. i suppose by that description you could also draw a comparison between shad/shadow knights and the desolation/the lightless flame from the magnus archives, if anybody is familiar with that show as well.

anyways im rambling, i just needed to word vomit all these ideas since i wanna talk more about my headcanons on here rather than just character analysis posts lmao

[scholar-of-yemdresh]

The TERF brigade in the BES fandom makes my skin itch. God forbid you interpret Mizu as transmasc. Like having a different interpretation of the character is somehow taking anything away from cis women. Musty asses already castigated any HCing Mulan as transmasc are you not tired of harassing asian transmascs by now???

Anyway instead of getting cis "people" in your mentions crying about the "evil [white*] transes taking away wombmyn stories". Protect your peace and stan a book series that's got a transmasc asian(fantasy Korean not Japanese) swordsman as one of the main characters, his name is Keun-ju and he's so pookie ☺.

It's called The Crimson Empire trilogy by Alex Marshall. It's a batshit heavy metal dark fantasy trilogy with pretty much every queer imaginable. Also If you can handle the gore/violence of BES then this shouldn't be an issue. The Main character(there are a lot of important characters) is a scarred up brawny bi woman who's in her late 50s/early 60s.

Oh and all those ot3 Mizu/Akemi/Taigen shippers I see you...so Keun-ju is bi and gets into a throuple with a feisty(Low key a dumbass tbh 💀) princess(who's his childhood friend and he's her bodyguard because I know yall eat up that shi) AND a cis guy who he starts out with a pseudo antagonistic/rivalry relationship.

Caveat unlike BES these three do start off the series as teens (16-17/18) but by the end they're all firmly adults.

*Totally ignoring the trans POC specifically the East asian trans people because "transness is a taint forced by white people" or some other bullshit. And it make it easier for the TERFs to pretend they're fighting the "oppressor" if they act like trans poc calling them out on their shit don't exist.

[argentum-in-aqua]

Silver in the Ashes (Argentum in Aqua #2): Chapter 59

Upstairs, downstairs

In which Mortimer has entirely too many things to deal with

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[sunny-arts-blog]

my mc for our life now and forever! he's nonbinary and goes by he/they

[iwannawritelots]

Restless from Dysphoria

Originally written July 2022

Masterlist

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

Ship(s): Asmodeus X MC

(genderless trans MC, meaning anywhere on the trans spectrum)

Trigger/content warnings: gender dysphoria depictions

Headcanons/notes from the author: I wish I had someone to hug me last night the dysphoria was so bad haha. Hopefully this will reach anyone who needs it❤️

Brief Blurb: MC is feeling extremely dysphoric and can’t sleep, so they seek Asmodeus for comfort.

You were laying in bed, entirely too awake for the time of night it was. Lucifer had already done his rounds and retired to his room by now (or more accurately, his office), meaning you weren’t really supposed to leave your room. The dysphoria plaguing your head and body was getting entirely to painful to bear, though. Slowly, you escaped your blankets and stood up, hugging your pillow pet close to your chest.

Padding down the hallway, you found yourself at Asmodeus’ door. Despite his sleeping schedule being very important to him, you knew he wouldn’t mind being woken up so long as it was for you. Not knocking first, you entered the room and gently shut the door behind yourself. Once you sat on the edge of his bed, Asmodeus stirred. “Asmo?” you whispered, not wanting to scare him.

Being the light sleeper he is, Asmodeus peered at you. A fond smile instantly spread across his face. “_____, what is it?”

“I’m… feeling pretty gross right now…” you told him softly. “May I lay with you?”

Asmodeus instantly shuffled himself away to make some room, then gently tugged on your arm. “Of course, hon.”

You burrowed underneath his plush blankets and snuggled close to him. He wrapped his arms around you in the best position he could, then inhaled your scent and ran the back of his fingers down your cheek. It soothed your mind a bit, masking the poison in your chest and calming your twisting stomach. “I’m sorry, it just got physically painful…”

“I promise I don’t mind,” Asmodeus muttered. He hushed you and kissed your temple. “I’m here for you. Don’t be sorry.”

The two of you laid there, the sound of breathing being the only disturbance of silence. You could feel exhaustion taking over, and nuzzled your face closer to the crook of his neck. “I’m sleepy…”

“Then sleep,” he murmured. “I’ll protect you from all those awful dysphoric thoughts…” You hummed in response, then closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat. It was comforting, and eventually the steady thumps accompanied by his ministrations lulled you into sleep.

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[thistlearts]

Another book cover art I did for a wonderful story

It has a transmasc protagonist btw!

[rubixcubi]

WIP: designing my Arcana mc! (This is the third fucking attempt)

[l3viat8an]

transmasc satan getting hornier than usual while one hrt, him being unable to get himself off n getting angry at himself cause hes unable to do something as simple as getting off

satan eventually going to the only other person who he knows experienced this when they went on hormones, his fellow transmasc mc

him begging asking them to help him get off, to help him cum at least once, hoping that theyll pity him at least a lil bit n give him at least some relief from the horny hell he put himself in

they agree, sitting satan on their bed as they tease him, making him moan n whine, slowly, they spread his legs apart as they slip their head in between them, kissing n nipping at them

it wasnt until satan bucked their hips against their cheek that they finally chuckled n relented, putting their mouth on satan’s cunt n greedily lapping at his juices n clit as satan bucked his hips against their mouth

it didnt take long for satan to cum, already tense n on edge for who knows how long before he came to mc, so it wasnt a surprise to either of them when satan came w a loud moan of mc’s name

tho, mc didnt bother to stop afterwards, continuing to eat the demon out as satan whined n moaned from overstimulation, claiming that theyre making up all the times satan couldnt get himself off

~ t4t anon

Nsfw content MDNI

Oh fuck the end dhkshsj-

After letting Satan cum once MC just keeps going until Satan is an over stimulated, whiny mess~

All the rage and frustration of not being able to cum on his own just melted away by MC’s tongue and fingers in his cunt and playing with his clit until Satan can’t form coherent sentences <3