Hello! I saw that your requests are open and i have a few ideas, if your not up for it or you dont like the ideas you dont have to write for them at all!
One, is a ftm reader (me👉👈) that's on his cycle, perferably chubby as well, and he's just frickin suffering.... Basicly like your privious period fics but instead of good girl its my good boy and like really praisiy and careing and adorable?
Please tag me if you do make it! For some reason tumblr doesn't like to alert me of some posts thank you!
makes you more
clark kent x ftm!chubby!reader
ao3
summary: it's hard when your body doesn't work the way you wish it did, but when you have clark, it's easier to put things into perspective.
word count: 1.1k
contains: fluff. ftm!reader has period cramps and clark cuddles him back to comfort. *no use of y/n
a/n: this is a shortie, i'm fighting through a motivation crisis rn with my requests... i hope you enjoy this, @fandomfanpage, and i hope i did it justice, given i am brutally afab. i have all the love and respect and admiration for you. <3
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The body dysmorphia that came with having a period was something you would do anything to shirk yourself of, but surgeries took money and time, and those were two things you did not readily have. But you did have one thing to hold you over, and that was Clark.
Transitioning into maleness was always going to be difficult. You knew that. The biology of your body worked against the reality of your soul. To be forced to live inside a misaligned cage of flesh which caused other people to misunderstand you was torture of a practically inexplicable kind. But you could look past these things now and again. You could forget, sometimes, that you weren’t a guy, as long as you didn’t think too hard. You had come pretty far– your hair was just right, your voice was as deep as you desired, your closet reflected the kind of man you wanted to be. You slept in boxers. You bought protein powder. You even learned to like beer before you gave up and enjoyed drinks that tasted good, sugar and judgment be damned. You did regular, everyday things. But that fucking menstruation, man. Talk about being stuck.
Clark struggled to find ways that helped keep your mind off the cramps, but there was only so much he could do. Pads and tampons came in fucking feminine packaging, for Gods sake. Everything surrounding periods was pink and purple and fragrant and frilly. The medicine drew attention in his hand. The chocolate, the takeout, it all fielded questions of, Oh, got a girlfriend waiting? He had stopped taking you with him to get supplies just so you wouldn’t be subjected to it all. So he wouldn’t have to say, Women aren’t the only people who get periods, dipshit.
What did help was how much he loved you. Truthfully, that was enough to make it all worth it. Like tonight. It was nothing crazy. Just a quiet evening in, alone with your boyfriend in his parent’s house. Well, his house now. Clark set you up on the couch downstairs with the heating pad cranked to the highest heat, and he tucked it between his tummy and your back so that you could sit in the cubby of his legs and let him wrap around you. The television was showing old reruns of Wheel of Fortune, which came on after your movie ended a while ago, but you had little mind to care. You were more interested in Clark’s hands over your womb, massaging the aching tissue and nuzzling your cheek.
“How bad? I think we can sneak more medicine,” he mumbled, nose brushing your earlobe. “Been almost six hours.”
“It’s okay right now. Just keep rubbing.”
Clark smiled softly. You always did love the little massages. It had taken you both a long time to be comfortable with intimacy, because not only was Clark afraid to hurt you, but you were so detached from your own body that the thought of any physical touch terrified you. Even just imagining sex felt like you were being forced to remind yourself who you were born as. But over the time you fell for Clark, you started to think of it differently. Clark’s touch was not there to be a constant reminder of what you never were; it was there to tether you to love, just as it did now. He touched you where it hurt and where it felt good because he adored you, and he couldn’t care less what that looked like. It was more courtesy and respect than you were used to.
His fingers worked at the smushy tissue of your lower belly, squeezing the excess now and again, and breaking to rub the warm, pudgy weight of your thighs every so often.
“I bought that bath salt you like. The eucalyptus one,” he sighed, brushing some of your cropped hair behind your ears.
“That stuff feels so good, I swear it’s magic.”
“Do you want me to run the water?”
Tipping your head back on his shoulder allowed you to smile at his face, and you shook your head. “I just wanna lay here for a little longer.”
Clark couldn’t help himself. The way you rested on him, smiled at him, admired him like he was sent especially for you… you made his heart burst into a million little glowing pieces. His lips brushed yours gently, and as he deepened the kiss, he matched the slow circles of his hands to the motion, syncing the soothing of your body with the reciprocation of love. “My pretty boy,” he whispered, “So clingy.”
With a soft chuckle, you babbled against his lips, “Can you blame me? I’m a little spoiled here…”
“Someone’s gotta take care of you… you’re so sweet, I hate seein’ you in pain, baby,” he hummed, kissing down your jaw. “I’d do anything to make my handsome feel better.”
“You can be seriously corny sometimes,” you blushed.
“What? You are handsome. Even when you feel like shit. So cute, baby.” He laughed as your cheeks flushed darker, and he pressed a kiss behind your ear, quelling a little cramp that made you stiffen. “I’ll always do this, you know. Take the pain away.”
Your palms moved to rest over his, feeling his knuckles. “I know.”
“Doesn’t make you less,” he promised, and the words were familiar. He repeated them daily. “Nothing about your body makes you less. It makes you more, bub. Makes you so much more…”
You nodded softly, swallowing through a slowly tightening throat. Makes you more. All of your complications, your inconsistencies, your concessions necessary to achieve the best euphoria available… made you more, he knew. Stronger. Worthy.
“Let me get the bath going, yeah? Don’t cry, bub, don’t cry…” Clark kissed the little tear of relief from your cheek and smiled. “So hormonal.”
You swatted his arm. “Shut up.”
Clark only chuckled and gently climbed out from behind you, ruffling your hair before leaning down for one more soft smooch. “Don’t lift a finger. I’ll be right back.”
As he wandered up the stairs to draw the bath water, you watched his broad back and sleepy hair, and you didn’t think about the pain and stress and embarrassment and frustration of your body at the moment. You thought only of Clark– of what it felt like to be the one thing he put before everything else. What it was to be loved, with all the inconveniences and oddities, the parts of you that the world was not ready for but he was more than happy to admire. It was only the person you were, that you would always be whether you stayed as you were or transitioned as you were always meant to, that had anything to do with being the love of Clark’s life. It wasn't about working parts, it was what made the parts work together. Clark loved you deeper than any cramp or state of being could uproot, and lying there on his couch, you had never been more grateful.
I love periods so so much!!!! Like awww once a month your tits get bigger and more sensitive and you’re more fragile and emotional and irritable and your womb uses every chance it can to remind you what you are and are made for?
I just love how emotionally unstable you ladies get and how easy it is to make you cry and then swoop in and hold you close and ask what’s wrong and shush and coo at you while petting your hair and asking what I can do.
Just being able to treat you like the sweet little princess you are and wrap you up all cute and snug in your blankies and give you snacks and back rubs and little kisses all over to help you ignore the pain.
That and fucking period sex!!!! Love the feeling of cramping on my cock, and the screams of pain when I hit the cervix just right and unsheathing my cock from her cunt and seeing the mix of dried and wet blood and then making her clean it with her throat, ugh, periods.
when i say its my time of the month and my friends ask if i'm talking about my period ?? umm no i'm a boy, i mean its a full moon and i'm cursed to turn into a wolf for 5-7ish days🙄 you wouldn't get it
Oh, hey buddy, you're up late. Do you need something? Fresh sheets? Can't that wait until-
Oh, ah, I see. Okay, we can do that tomorrow. Tonight you're in my bed, no arguments. It's a cuddle night.
Heyy, no, it's okay. This kind of thing is what I'm here for too, remember? I know this sucks, trust me, but you've handled it before and you'll handle it this time too. I'm always happy to take care of you; you know that, right? I know how this makes you feel, but please trust me when I say that there's not a single thing about you that isn't boy-enough, and anyone who says otherwise can say it to me and see what fucking happens. You're my little bro, and that's that.
You go take a warm shower, okay? I'll put your beanie stuffie in the microwave, and make you up a bottle of angel milk. You're gonna be okay. I'll put you a fresh pull-up by the door. I know you might feel awkward, but if you need help, just.. let me know.
There, see? This isn't so bad. You're warm and dry, you're safe, you have milk and chocolate and a lavender-scented snuggle buddy. Could it even get better than this? Come on, let's get some sleep. I'm real proud of you babyboy. Sweet dreams; you know I'm right here if you need me.
A secret thank-you to my boyfriend for treating me so gently yesterday and inspiring this post. Get you a man who buys you the fancy branded pain-relief and tells you how lucky they are to have met you whilst tentatively rubbing your tummy. You keep that shit up and imma marry your ass, dude. 💙
what helps me during my period as ftm is imagining the blood is coming from the enemies of Hajime Hinata and thinking "I'm doing this for Hajime" and the reason it's coming from inside me is because I ate them all
Very unique method but it works if you like Hajime
