Males x ftm reader

dysphoria comfort

I was quietly sobbing in mine and lucifers bathroom, my back against the door when all of a sudden I hear a soft knock on the bathroom door "love, you in there?" I hear lucifer whisper his voice filled with concern, I quickly wipe my eyes and steady my voice before speaking "im fine, Luci ill be out soon" "alright" he says a hint of worry creeping into his voice, his british accent really thick.

About 8 minutes later I come out of the bathroom and nearly yell when i see Lucifer leaning against the wall about a meter away from the bathroom not expecting him to have been there, he pushes himself off the wall and takes a step closer to me but not close enough to invade my personal space

"Whats wrong, i heard you crying and you locked yourself in there for a while" he says softly concern evident in his voice "hug..." i manage to mutter my voice barely audible, he immediately wraps his arms tightly around me, tangling one of his hands in my hair and his other hand on my back as he begins to rub patterns into my back comfortingly

"Dysphoria?" He questioningly whispers "mhm" i mumble burying my face in his chest sobbing rather loudly

"Do you wanna talk about it, my boy?" He ask aware that i might not want to talk about it as its a very touchy subject and that i may just want to be held and feel his embrace for a bit to help me calm down

I shrug my shoulders and pull back from the hug to look at him "im sorry... i-i didnt mean to worry you" i say looking down briefly before he cups my cheek in his hand and lifts my face so im looking at him "dont be sorry, darling, you didnt do anything at all wrong so you have nothing to be sorry for, my handsome" he says gently his british accent very thick he kisses the top of my head, i stare up at him staring into his gorgeous brown eyes as he stares adoringly at me both of our eyes filled with adoration for one another.

"Honestly, love your one of the handsomest, strongest, bravest, greatest and prettiest men around here in LA, that ive ever had the fortune of meeting and trust me, ive met and fucked alot of men and women for that matter over the last few millennia and none of which have ever compered to you and your manly, handsomey, boy-ness ever" he says although he whispered the word 'fucked' as he continues to rub patterns on my back, gently smiling at me

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Word count: 450

A/N: sorry its really short, its my first story on here, i wrote this as a self-comfort during a really bad panic attack abt my dysphoria and js my life and everything in general lmao =] 

Proof read and corrected by me cs i havent got a proof reader

[Word count w/everything combined together: 510]