My cramps just decided to punch me in the gut so can I get Guzma/Piers/Plumeria pampering the shit out of their AFAB s/o? I sometimes get cramps so bad I have to lay on the floor and I feel like the first time that happens would be very alarming. - FTM Anon
i do feel that. mine is finally tapering off, but not without leaving me a husk of a human
also made this a just little suggestive. hope that's okay!
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Guzma:
"Sorry I'm so gross right now." You mutter in apology.
Guzma snorts, hand under your sweatshirt, rubbing where the cramps are worse. His large, warm hands feel heavenly as you wait for your pain meds to kick in. "I've seen ya way grosser," he snickers when you lightly smack his knee, "so don't worry about it."
You curl up more with another rolling pang across your abdomen. Guzma reclines back some, giving you more room in his lap to move. You press your face into his thigh, and breathe through the pain, his hand massaging the worst of it away.
"You know what helps with cramps?" Guzma says, drawling the words out with a smirk.
"Not happening."
"Aw, come on! It's a win-win! And you know I don't mind a little ketchup on my hotdogs-"
"GUZMA!"
Plumeria:
Arceus has its favorites, but you and Plumeria are not them. Synced up and in pain, you lie in a sweaty, tangled mess both of you are too sore to try and untangle. Besides, the heat of your bodies and the pressure of your bones helps with the painful cramping in your waist and lower back. It could be considered yoga, if it wasn't so contorted.
"We should eat." Plumeria says. You grunt in agreement. "Something healthy?" You grunt in disagreement. "Yeah, me neither."
"Don't wanna move." You whine into her shoulder.
Plumeria sighs, loud and long, before stretching. You whine the entire time, only quieting when she returns to her original position. You peek an eye open and see she has her phone, thumbs flying away.
"Texting." She says without you having to ask. "I'm telling Guz and the grunts that if they don't bring us something fast and greasy in the next thirty minutes we're kicking their asses out of the Shady House."
You snicker. "Love you, boss lady."
"And don't you forget it."
Piers:
"You're in pain physically," Piers sings idly, lying by the couch you've holed up on with his guitar and a head full of lyrics, "and I'm in pain emotionally. But I'm here to quell your fear, and serve you so devotionally."
You snort, a smile forming on your face despite it being half squished into the cushions. "Piers. . ."
"If you combined us both, we'd be a mess," Piers sings on, ignoring you, "but we're still trying to do our best. So we'll share our pain. . ."
Piers looks to you, waiting for your input on his new hit single. You smile, well aware a song like this won't go near any of his public albums. No, this is for your personal collection only, of little dumb ditties he likes to write for you to make you smile.
"Kiss in the rain." You sing back to him.
"And feel so very, very blessed." Piers shuffles closer, and steals a kiss. "Yeah?"
"Not your greatest. . ." You drawl, pain forgotten in the amusement of Piers grimace, "but definitely one of my favorites."
"That's all that really matters anyway."
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ta da! hope this helps comforts you at least a little bit! feel better soon!
Contains: Domestic, Cunnilings, Vaginal Fingering, Smut, Vaginal Sex
Requested by Anonymous
Everything was perfect [Y/n] thought as he stood back happily looking at the assortment of foods he had made earlier that day as a surprise to his lover, Bo Sinclair. The man had been 'working' hard.
It was summer and many as always the warm weather and sudden free time many found their hands-on led to tourism in Ambrose to boom practically overnight, a stream of new guests flooding into the quaint little town. Sadly the up in traffic led to [Y/n]'s time alone with his husband to dwindle till the only alone time the both of them truly got to share together was often spent sleeping. Knowing how the sudden separation undoubtedly stressed [Y/n]'s touchy lover almost as much as it stressed him, he had taken it upon himself to make all of Bo's favorite dishes as a surprise.
Satisfied with the spread on the table [Y/n] smiled wiping his hands on the once clean apron he wore reaching back and untying the old thing allowing it to slacken around his frame before he removed it entirely folding the cloth and draping it over his arm.
The screen door to [Y/n]'s and Bo's home slammed open with a creak. Bo sighed taking his sweet bird 69 hat from his head obviously exhausted, his clammy hand raised wiping the sweat from his forehead. Bo was left speechless his throat dry when he looked up all thoughts of exhaustion gone when he saw [Y/n] who stood by the dining table teeth flashing in a smile. "Bo!" he called gleefully his hands resting on his hips.
Bo was shocked by what he saw before him. "Made all your favorites." [Y/n] said and finally, Bo looked to the table.
Peeling his eyes from his lover's, naked, body.
One of the many perks of living in Ambrose was that you didn't need to worry about noisy neighbors suddenly stopping by or peering through windows.
It wasn't long till Bo's eyes were attracted back to [Y/n] the sight before him a pleasant surprise. A smile curled on his lips as he approached letting his hands smooth over [Y/n]'s skin. His lips came down trailing up the side of the other male's neck "Looks like ya did make all my favorites," Bo's fingers trailed along [Y/n]'s skin the suggestion in Bo's words causing heat the slowly dribble down to [Y/n]'s groin.
"I'm glad," [Y/n] breathed out one finger trailing down Bo's clothes chest before pushing the man away from him into one of the dining chairs with the pad of his pointer finger. Bo let himself fall back into the seat looking up at [Y/n] the excitement clear in his eyes- and in his pants.
[Y/n] was quick to sit in Bo's lap his arms wrapping around his lover's neck "What would you like to eat first?" [Y/n] teased slowly moving his hips to where his cunt brushed against Bo's clothed member. Hitched breathing met [Y/n]'s ears prompting him to roll his hips forward once again to hear more breathy sounds.
"I think the both of us know who I'd like to eat right now."
[Y/n] chuckled Bo's hands finding [Y/n]'s bare hips pulling him down on his length harshly causing a surprised groan to fly from [Y/n]'s mouth as his clit was rubbed against the front of Bo's uniform. A surprised gasp left [Y/n]'s mouth as he was suddenly moved his back slamming into the chair Bo was sitting on previously the man now looming over [Y/n] a hungry look in his eyes.
Rough hands were quick to begin exploring [Y/n]'s body touching and like a man starved Bo kneeled in front of [Y/n] a smirk on his lips as he watched your breathing hitch from where he now kneeled on the ground. His eyes flickered to your already wet sex before he ran a hand through your folds collecting your fluids on his finger and bringing it to his mouth sucking on the digit before releasing it with an obnoxious pop. "Delicious." he practically moaned "Best meal I'd had all day."
Not giving [Y/n] a moment to process his words Bo's mouth was on him his lips attaching to [Y/n]'s clit giving it a harsh suck as his fingers pushed into [Y/n] spreading him open. [Y/n]'s body was quick to adjust letting Bo slip two fingers in till they were buried inside of him to the knuckle. Bo ground the pads of his fingers into [Y/n] letting them press against his sensitive bundle of nerves constantly as he continued to roll the man's clit in his mouth in hopes to send [Y/n] into a quick release.
Much to Bo's delight it didn't take him long to coerce [y/n] to tighten around his digits his walls fluttering, legs tensing, and head falling back mouth forming an o shape as heat flooded him engulfing him before sending him tumbling off the edge headfirst into an intense orgasm. Pulling back with a chuckle Bo placed a kiss on the still twitching area before rising.
[Y/n] was blissed out, breath coming out in short pants. The sight of his flushed face and shoulders had Bo biting his lip gleefully.
Clothes were pulled off quickly being left in a disorganized heap on the floor
Bo couldn't get inside of [Y/n] fast enough it seemed. An insatiable itch came with how pent up Bo had been ignoring his needs and it had him quickly moving to bury himself into his more than willing lover stretching [Y/n] open completely as pitiful whines filled the room. Bo savored the feeling of his man wrapped around him. His walls fluttering around his length as he thrusted up into [Y/n]'s cunt pulling cries of pleasure from the man beneath him.
The pleasure was dizzying for the both of them but it was so addicting that neither of them could find the heart to stop. Teeth sank into [Y/n]'s shoulder drawing a muttered curse that soon faded into the background mixing with breathy moans and the sounds of skin slapping again skin.
[Y/n] and Bo's breath mixed together as their lips locked in a passionate kiss that consumed the both of them as they lost themself in the pleasure they found in one another.
"Bo- I'm gonna." [Y/n] said his words breaking off at the end as a loud moan fell from his parted lips his cunt spasming and tightening around Bo who continued fucking into [Y/n] working him through his release all while he chased his own. Nails dug into Bo's back eliciting a low groan from the man's lips as [Y/n] cried the movements between the both of them messy and rushed.
Finally, Bo's hips stuttered before stilling completely as he let himself go pumping [Y/n] full. With a grunt, Bo pulled out a satisfied sigh coming from both of them before both [Y/n] and Bo began laughing. "Been way too fuckin' long," Bo complained pulling [Y/n] from the chair once again flipping them both around letting [Y/n] nuzzle into his sweaty chest not minding the mess dripping from between his legs.
"And who's fault is that?" [Y/n] asked tracing patterns on Bo's peck.
The both of them basked in the afterglow enjoying the presence of each other before Bo's stomach decided to let itself be known.
"Well then looks like someone really was hungry," [Y/n] laughed out lifting his head a playful glint in his eyes.
"Guilty as charged," Bo said pecking [Y/n]'s lips.
Arceus, someone bring in a Ouija board already so you can all talk, damn. LOL - FTM Anon
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Its funny you say that bc I planned on writing that in at some point
But it’s also hilarious to see it all happen as all ghost!reader and the twins fumble to get what they want. Especially when you leave them small touches here and there😉
of course! its pretty hard to find quotes that are explicitly about being trans, but I'll try my best! also, for the ftm freed anon, I'll do my best to make them about ftm freed, okay?
I'll tag all trans-related quotes #for anon, and all ftm freed quotes #for ftm anon!
Hi! Can I request some Aizawa x ftm reader fluff? I'm just so in love with this man 😭
Hi there! Thank you so much for getting back to me when I had more questions about what to write for you. -^^- As I was writing this, I was a little concerned it wasn’t fluffy enough, so I apologize if it’s not! I’m happy to re-work it, make it fluffier, or try my hand at a different scenario for you if that’s the case. ^^’
Reader: FTMScenario: Aizawa accompanies you to your consultation with an SRS specialist surgeon, there to support you in any way that he can. You two have been dating for years, and he has been with you from when you started testosterone injections, to now, as you move forward with your surgical options. Word count: 1361
Years. You had waited years for this appointment. Honestly, it felt like you waited a whole lifetime, and sitting in the waiting room as time drudged on only served to turn your excitement into anxiety. Even though it was only a consultation, you were making progress on finally getting top surgery. Inside, you felt like a nervous wreck. What if they denied you, or couldn’t do it for some reason? What if you couldn’t afford it? Or if-
“(Y/N).”
Your thoughts froze as you heard his voice. It was low, and no matter what he was saying, always carried a gravity to it that grounded you. You were staring off into space, eyes seemingly glued to the clock even though you weren’t reading the time, and began to subconsciously wring your hands, nails scraping underneath each other absentmindedly. His fingers slipped between your palms as he separated your hands, taking the one to hold on top of his thigh with your fingers intertwined. The touch of his hand prompted your eyes to blink and then you turned your face, looking at the man beside you. He didn’t smile as your eyes met, but he didn’t need to. Those commanding black eyes of his reassured you that he was there with you, that this appointment would go well, and that everything would be more than fine.
A smile pressed on your lips, however. How did you get so lucky to have Aizawa Shouta as a partner? The pro hero whose epithet should have read “The Aloof Hero” instead of “The Erasing Hero” was actually the most supportive and considerate person you had ever met. It was a severely guarded secret of his that presented itself over the span of years to most, but with you, it had only taken a few months- and then the rest was history. It’s been years since then- he was there from the start of the T-injections, and he was here as you moved forward with your transition.
“Thank you,” you whispered to him, taking a deep breath that filled your belly and then escaped your lips.
As your nerves were finally subsiding, the door opened and you were called for. Aizawa stood with you, still holding your hand and giving you a reassuring squeeze that kept your anxiety from spiking again. You were led to an office, two seats angled towards each other and facing the desk that your potential surgeon sat behind. She greeted you with a bright smile and cheerful disposition, standing and gesturing to the seats for you two, offering her hand for a shake as you two sat. Instantly, you were at ease, your partner paying close attention while the doctor spared no details about the processes for each type of surgery and what made them different and what they were most effective for. At the end, she asked you for your opinions- if you had any preferences or absolutes that needed to be considered. You worked together, nixing each surgery until you were left with one. During all of this, your partner simply observed closely.
“Okay, this one is definitely the best fit for me. It suits my chest size and covers everything that I had hoped for, but wasn’t sure if it would be possible.” Your voice was so happy- this was so unreal. You looked at Aizawa with the happiest smile he’d seen in weeks from you.
“Of course. We aim to assist our patients in being as comfortable as possible in their own skin. This procedure is more complex than most, due to the precision necessary to maintain the sensitivity of your areolas, as well as keep their pigmentation. At minimum, it will cost ¥650,000.”
“I’m sorry- it costs how much? A-are the other procedures cheaper?” That price tag was ludacris to you. There was no way you could afford that; you were expecting maybe half or a quarter of that number- but ¥650,000- it just wasn’t feasible.
“Well, yes, of c-”
“(Y/N).” There it was again- that voice that calmed and steadied you. The surgeon turned to look at the man she honestly forgot about due to his stillness and silence, your eyes shifting to him as well.
“Y-yes, Shouta?”
“I didn’t support you through years of T and struggling to see you settle and take the cheaper route. Pick the procedure that fits best, and don’t worry about the money.” His voice was level, but you could pick up on the height of his command.
“But-” However, you couldn’t obey.
“If you’re going to do this, you’re going to do it right,” he sharply cut you off. You could tell that this was non-negotiable. Even though Aizawa must have sounded controlling and rude to the doctor, who looked stunned and unsure of what to say, he didn’t to you. He wasn’t infringing on your bodily autonomy- he was liberating you from the financial restraint. You didn’t hide your excitement and happiness before the price was revealed, and he attentively listened as you and the surgeon narrowed down your options to the one that you knew was ‘definitely the best fit’ you.
“Don’t worry about the money.”
Silence befell the room as Aizawa’s eyes stared at you intensely. Once again, you took a deep breath, closing your eyes in the process and turning to look to the surgeon.
“I would like to schedule the surgery for the procedure we agreed was best for me.”
The surgeon hesitated, looking between you and your partner. “…You’re sure? It seemed out of your price range. We require a 25% deposit when the-”
“¥650,000 is within our price range,” Aizawa spoke nonchalantly, the intensity from before seeming to have never existed at all to him. Your heart fluttered as you lingered on that possessive.
Still taken aback, the woman across the desk conceded. She pulled up her calendar, and you picked the earliest date available. Insisting on paying the deposit, you refused to let Aizawa cover the 25% down. You were prepared for at least that much. Much to the doctor’s surprise, she saw Aizawa accepting your demand without so much as a glare or sigh. It finally dawned on her that he wasn’t being rude earlier- he was paying you the greatest respect.
You took Aizawa’s hand as you both exited the office, leaving the SRS specialty clinic after that emotional rollercoaster of a consultation. For the longest time, neither of you said anything. There was so much for you to process. The surgery you wanted for so much of your life was finally on the calendar- it was basically tangible now. A countdown started the second that deposit went through, making you so elated you didn’t know what to say. And then there was the love of your life- unrivaled in rationality- who floored you and the doctor with what seemed like complete impulsivity. Your eyes drifted to his face, gazing at him with adoration and a smile on your lips. In the years you’d known him and the ones spent loving him, you never saw him react to something brashly. This was no exception.
“What’s on your mind?” His eyes glanced to the side and met yours briefly. Your smile only grew before you looked away, paying attention to where you were going. You squeezed his hand, feeling him squeeze back affectionately.
“I was thinking that I’m really lucky to be with you.”
At your words, Aizawa stopped walking. With your hands still held, you felt some resistance and looked back at him, getting pulled into his arms. As one hand came to your lower back, the other raised to your face, caressing your jawline before he gently held your chin between his thumb and index finger. The way he gazed at you took your breath away, and you held what little you had left in your chest.
“You shouldn’t credit luck,” he spoke softly, drawing nearer, “because it’s not by happenstance that my heart beats for you. You are my best fit, (Y/N).” You were speechless, and that was just fine with him as his lips joined yours in a gentle, loving kiss.
Guzma/Piers/Plumeria see a popup concert and listens in. Cops show up to break up the concert and the singer yells "Scatter!" before vanishing into thin air. Their soulmate's first words are "Scatter!" and it's written on their arm. My explanation for why it isn't a song lyric is because it has to be directed towards the person specifically and they made eye contact with Guzma/Piers/Plumeria when they said it. Hope this is a nice start! - FTM Anon (feel free to not do all 3 of them)
Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaahh I love the soulmate AU!! You didn’t specify but I think this is all separate let me know if that’s not correct!
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Guzma:
He loves your concerts, and always tries to attend one whenever they pop up somewhere. He drags Plums and the grunts to your concerts too, and everyone has a great time jamming out to your music. It’s heavy and hard hitting and everything the Team Skull loves. The only issue is that the police hate you and your bands, and a constantly chasing you down
And this concert is no distance. In the middle of one of Guzma’s favorite songs, the shrill of sirens pierce the air. You freeze, and suddenly, your eyes are staring into Guzma’s, pinning him to the floor. And you shout into the crowd “SCATTER” before disappearing to help your band escape the cops. And Guzma stays frozen, the words on his forearm burning furiously
He’s excited and terrified at the same time. He waits anxiously for the next concert to pop up, rehearsing lines in his head and trying to find a decent outfit to show up in. He already knows you’re so cool, but he wants you to think he’s cool too, and not that you have some dweeb of a soulmate. That would kill him if you thought that.
Luckily for him, you find the nervous “bad boy” showing you his soul mate tattoo and rambling about how you’re his soulmate cute. If only he didn’t make your own tattoo take up half your back
Plumeria:
Guzma tends to drag her along to your concerts, but she never fights. Your music is good, and she likes vibing along to the beats and listening to the lyrics. She wonders about you, the one she knows writes the songs, and tries to glean things from the lyrics you sing. You’re interesting to her, forming these pop up concerts and then disappearing into the night when the cops arrive. She’d like to know more, but there’s never time to act on it
Until one night. It’s a regular concert, with a regular police breakup. But this time, your eyes meet hers as you shout into the crowd for everyone to scatter. Plumeria feels a heat across her bicep, and her heart jumps about in her chest. Guzma is already dragging her off, though, so all she can do is watch you disappear once more. This time, however, she’s more determined to find you
When the next concert pops up, she’s there, towards the front. You make eye contact with her again between songs, kneeling down to smile and say hello. She shows you her soulmate mark, and shouts that you’re her soulmate, dipshit. The dipshit makes you realize she’s your soulmate too, and you half drag her onto the stage to kiss her in your panicked excitement of finally finding her
The crowd goes nuts, and Plumeria gets quite a few songs dedicated to her. If only the little grunts would stop begging her to meet you
Piers:
Piers always prefers the local rock scene to anything official. Sure, he’s official now, but he fights tooth and nail to make sure some company doesn’t take away the authentic nature of his music. He likes going out to these concerts, half disguised so no one bothers in as he takes in the tunes. You’re one of his favorite underground bands, if he’s honest. He likes your music a lot, and you’re not sore on the eyes either
He’s one of the first to head out when the cops eventually bust the concerts, but this time, he lags. You look him in the eyes, wild and bright, and shout for everyone to scatter over the wails of sirens. Piers chest burns, the words of his heart alighting. He tries to force his way through the fleeing crowd to get to you, but they’re too thick, and you’re already gone by the time he makes it. He slips away from the scene with a sigh, heart beating hard in his chest.
Marnie insists on following him to the concerts after he tells her of what happened. She likes your music too, and wants to meet you anyway, so you being her brother’s soulmate is the perfect excuse. She badgers him into going back to whatever concerts pop up, and when they find your band again, she’s tearing through the crowd. Piers is almost mortified, but you smile down at Marnie and greet her kindly, asking if she wants to sing the next song with you
But instead she points out her brother, shouting something at you. “Sorry about her!” He huffs when he finally makes it to you. Your eyes widen. “She’s a brat.” Any irritation is washed away by the blinding light of your smile. Piers blushes. He’s going to have to thank Marine later
