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mostly-imagines · 6 months ago

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NSFT Alphabet

jason todd x afab!reader

warnings: >18 i’ll block ur ass stay away 18+

A = AFTERCARE

Aftercare is just as important to him as sex itself, if not more so. He’ll lay with you until you catch your breath, giving light kisses to the nearest part of your body. Once you’re back to baseline, he’ll get a warm rag to clean you up, being more gentle than he needs to be with your sensitive body. If you want it, he’ll grab one of his shirts for you to wear and pull it over your head for you. He’ll cover you up in your blankets and hold you close, murmuring to you how pretty you are, how good you did for him, how much he loves you.

B = BODY

His favorite body part of his own is his arms. He likes how strong he is, plus they emphasize his frame which plays into his size kink too. For you, it’s your waist. As we’ll discuss more later, he loves holding onto your hips during sex and he’s a big fan of kissing down your stomach as a way to initiate.

C = CUM

He prefers to come inside of you most of the time, but he likes coming in your mouth or on your body too. He will not come on your face though, he feels like it’s disrespectful to you, even if you’re into it. He’s a big guy and he comes a lot—more than he wished he would. That's part of the reason he’d rather come in you than on you, he thinks it’s embarrassing how much comes out. The first couple of times you had sex he’d tried to distract you with kisses as he came, hoping you wouldn’t notice it. Once he learns that you don’t mind it though, even like it, it eases his anxieties considerably.

D = DIRTY SECRET

He’s definitely masturbated once or twice when you were asleep next to him and he didn’t want to wake you. He felt gross about it but you looked so good with the way his shirt rode up against the curve of your ass, your panties on display. Your cheek was mushed up against the pillow next to him and he wanted to kiss you silly more than anything, but you had to be up early in the morning. So he took care of it himself, admiring your pretty face. No, he’ll never tell you that happened.

E = EXPERIENCE

He’s had sex just enough to know that he has a big dick and has to be careful when he’s fucking someone. Before you it was mostly a method of blowing off steam, but it wasn’t something he craved like he does with you. There was always minimal kissing, if any, and it was more procedural than anything. So when it comes to romantic sex, his experience was 0 but that makes it that much better. He didn’t have too much experience otherwise and he was fine with that. He had more important things to worry about than sex. That was, until he met you.

F = FAVORITE POSITION

He likes anything where he can hold your hips the most. So cowgirl and missionary are never misses, especially for how well he’s able to see your face. He also likes fucking you against the wall, it makes for easy access to kiss you. In spite of how much he loves seeing your expressions during sex, he can’t deny how much he loves holding your hips in place during doggy. His least favorites are probably prone bone and reverse cowgirl, they’re too impersonal and dispassionate.

G = GOOFY

He’s going to take it very seriously the first handful of times. He’s not taking any risks about hurting you or making the experience anything short of extremely pleasurable for you. And in his mind, to do that he needs to focus. After you get more comfortable with each other though, he starts to relax and trust himself to be able to take care of you, even with a more laid-back attitude. The silliest sex you have will be when you’re drunk/tipsy, it’s very smiley and giggly. Generally, he’ll make jokes now and again, smile at your smiles, but he’s still more serious about sex than not.

H = HAIR

He’ll trim to keep up appearances, especially after he meets you, but it’s not something he’s overly concerned about. For you, he’s really truly completely neutral about whether or not you shave, but he’s likely to encourage you not to, if not only so you know you don’t have to change anything for him. But he won’t blink twice either way.

I = INTIMACY

Sex with you is always intimate for him. He tells you he loves you during it often, praising you constantly. He brushes your hair back when it gets messy and wipes your tears away with a gentle hand. He’ll call you beautiful and kiss you nice as he fucks you, holding your hand all the while.

J = JACK OFF

He rarely needs to get himself off, really only if he’s away on a mission for a while. It’s definitely not the preferred circumstances but he’ll make do when he has to. He feels like a fucking perv when he thinks about you while he’s doing it, but he can’t come otherwise. He knows you wouldn’t care but he still feels gross about it. The way he remedies this is usually by communicating with you directly, telling you how much he misses you and how much he wants you there with him.

K = KINKS

Above all else, he has a major size kink. He absolutely loves how much bigger than you he is and it gets him going at the most random times. He likes being stronger than you and making you go/stay where he wants you. On a related note, he also likes to restrain you. The implied deepness of the trust you have in him turns him on so bad. Plus, he likes being in control, and you not being able to wiggle gives him the chance to take care of you however he wants. Edging is another one he likes but he’s not always so good at it. He has a hard time denying you and when you’re begging him so sweetly to let you come…who is he to say no? Though, if you’ve been a bit of a brat he’ll be merciless about it. On the flip side, sometimes he’ll overstimulate you but it’s not his favorite of the two because he can’t always handle seeing you cry like that. But he does like the idea of you getting lost in so much pleasure that you don’t know what to do with yourself.

L = LOCATION

His favorite place to fuck you is anywhere in your apartment. Your bed, shower, kitchen, couch, the rug…He likes it a) because it’s private and he’s free to take care of his girl whenever he wants and b) he likes seeing you in the same spot going about your day where he’d made you come just a few hours ago. He’s also not opposed to subtle car sex, especially for going down on one another. He’s not a big fan of public stuff, if he were to do it, it would be in a situation where he was certain you wouldn’t get caught. He’s too private to get off on the risk and frankly, he doesn’t much like the potential of someone else seeing you the way he gets to see you.

M = MOTIVATION

He gets turned on by just about anything you do. If you wear tank tops, his clothes, shirt and no pants, those will all get him going. Then there’s things like play fighting, seeing you stick up for yourself (especially against him), when you yell, if you just touch him. He really is in love with you and everything that you do.

N = NO

JTLHGF!jason is mainly dominant, but he can be submissive for you if you approach it the right way. You’d have to be subtle and encouraging or else his pride will get in the way. Anything him or you do in these times would be very soft and gentle, more vanilla than anything for the sake of reassurance. His biggest no here is restraints. Sex requires a lot of trust for him and as much as he does trust you, he would feel much too vulnerable tied up and he wouldn’t like it. However, when he’s the one in control he’s not afraid to be more…adventurous. That being said, he wouldn’t be into choking you or hitting you. I think even if you were very clearly into it, it would make him feel bad about himself on multiple levels. He doesn’t want to hit you, even sexually, and hates the idea of his hands around your neck. Public stuff makes him uncomfortable and degradation is a hard no for him.

O = ORAL

He prefers going down on you by a mile. He’s usually hesitant to let you do it, he doesn’t want you to feel like you have to or for you to potentially lose any pleasure during sex. He really does think it should be all about you and he has a hard time grasping that making him feel good makes you feel good too. He likes to hold your hands when he eats you out, or your waist. He doesn’t want to lose any physical contact with you—it’s a very intimate thing and he’ll treat it as such. He’s also been known to rub soothing patterns into your waist or wrap his arms around your thighs to hold them apart. When you give him head it’s overwhelming for him. He denies himself of it so much that he can’t handle it when he actually gets it. He likes to hold your hands here sometimes too, but more often than not he’s holding your hair out of your face so he can see you—the gentle weight of his opposite hand on the back of your head. He’ll struggle to catch his breath, lips parted.

P = PACE

It all depends on the mood for him. He can and will switch it up as needed. He can be very intense and rough, fast thrusts and heated kisses. This can be passionate or angry sex. He can also take it very slow and sensual, and depending on his mood, this can be either very romantic or very torturous.

Q = QUICKIE

He doesn’t really like quickies that much, he definitely prefers to take his time with you. Quickie’s don’t really allow him to prep you properly, something that’s incredibly necessary when having sex with him. Anyways he wants to make sure he’s able to give you the best experience possible and he can’t do that if he’s rushing. No, he really prefers to take as much time with you as possible.

R = RISK

As mentioned, he’s not much for risky situations. The riskiest he’ll get is car sex or sex at the manor. He might make out with you in an alleyway but he won’t full-on do it with you outside. He doesn’t want to be caught, doesn’t want to worry about it when he has more important things to focus on.

S = STAMINA

He can go for several rounds most nights and even needs to often. He feels bad about it sometimes though, he feels like one round should be enough for him and he shouldn’t need to take even more from you. Once he eventually gets it through his head that it’s okay for him to need more, he’s relentless. The thing about him is that he requires little to no recovery time post-orgasm before he’s on you again so you might have to remind him to slow down a little.

T = TOYS

He’s not the biggest fan of toys, honestly. He doesn’t like the idea of a piece of plastic making you come, doing his job for him. It also means he’s less hands on and he doesn’t like that at all. That’s not to say he wouldn’t use them ever, he just wouldn’t go out of his way to make it happen. If you had a vibrator or something and you wanted to use it he probably would, if not only so you don’t use it by yourself instead. Beyond that there’s not too much I see him wanting to use, nothing very intense for sure.

U = UNFAIR

He’s a big tease but doesn’t always have the capacity to see it through. If you beg him just the right way he just has to give you what you want. Until you’re able to crack that code though, he seems like an unbeatable force. He’s constantly touching you and it’s hard for you to tell if it’s absentminded or if there’s something more behind them. He’s an expert at attacking that one spot on your neck and getting you just as desperate as he is within a matter of minutes.

V = VOLUME

He’s a groaner and a grunter, low and deep. He, maybe intentionally, stops himself from moaning more often than not, especially when you’re first together. The best way to get him to make noise is to suck just below his jawline, caress over his v-line, or blow him. He can’t control himself when you do any of that.

W = WILD CARD

Jason secretly loves it when you give him as much shit as he gives you. He loves when you tease him, when you tell him “no, we’re not having sex you were being mean.” He can’t stop himself from smiling when you yell at him and he doesn’t even wish he could. As much as he doesn’t want to be submissive, he loves it when you don’t either.

X = X-RAY

Yeah so he’s 8.5 inches hard. He’s a big guy, it stands to reason that he’d have a big dick. It’s fat too, enough to make you cry the first time you take him.

Y = YEARNING

His sex drive is pretty fucking high after getting with you. It operates half as a means of affection and half as a stress reliever. And boy does he need stress relief. There’s phases where he wants you as much as every day, but more often than not it’s like 3-4 times a week.

Z = ZZZ

He wants you to fall asleep before him afterwards, he thinks it’s rude or something if he dozes off first. He’ll often brush his fingers up and down your back, easing you into sleep. If he’s not tired afterwards he’ll read while you nap on his chest, comforted by the in and out of your breaths.

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gloomwitchwrites · 6 months ago

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141 with a fem!reader who instead of not wanting kids can’t have kids?

This is a popular request, anon. I've had several submissions from various users. Since the theme/idea is similar, I thought I would combine them into one.

Heavy angst ahead, folks. I decided not to sugarcoat with this one. It's heartbreaking. It's sad. And yes, there is comfort and love mixed in.

For the masterlist and how to submit your own request, click HERE

Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (MDNI): established relationship, angst, infertility, pregnancy, miscarriage, mention of surgical procedure, emotional hurt/comfort, implied abortion/d&c, minor blood

Word Count: 900

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

John Price

This time, it sticks.

Somehow.

Miraculously.

After years of struggling, of being told it would never happen, of false results and shattered hopes—it’s happening.

You’d be in denial if it wasn’t for the test results in your hand. It is solid, a print out of what your doctor told you over the phone.

John stands next to you, reading the piece of paper over your shoulder. His shoulders are riddled with tension, lips a thin line. It’s clear that he wants to join in on your joy, but something holds him back.

“Are you happy?” you ask, suddenly nervous.

“I am—I.” John clears his throat. “But last time?”

Last time looked just like this. Last time everything was fine—until it wasn’t. Until the blood and the pain and the hospital visit.

“It might not be like last time.”

John gently grasps the sides of your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. “You don’t have to. Not for me. Not for anyone.”

“It’s okay, John.”

“Are you sure?”

You nod, and John places his lips to your forehead. “I worry.”

“I know,” you murmur, turning your face into his touch. “But you’re here. And that’s all that matters.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

It all has to go. All of it. There is too much damage.

No uterus. No fallopian tubes. No ovaries.

Gone. All of it. Gone.

Johnny sits next to you on the sofa, his head in his hands. His sigh is heavy as he rubs at his face. When he comes up for air, you know his world is shattered, just likes yours.

“The surgeon said they might be able to save some eggs.” Even you don’t believe the words leaving your mouth. It’s a farce.

“Might?” asks Johnny.

“They won’t know until they’re actually inside.”

Johnny is oddly silent. It’s not like him to be quiet.

“Are you upset?” you ask, tentatively.

“No,” he says sharply. “Not with you. Never with you.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, because an apology feels right but you’re not sure why you’re doing it at all.

Johnny places his hand on your knee, squeezing gently. “For what?”

Tears pool, threatening to spill over. “For not being enough.”

He leans in, face serious. “The fact that you think that at all means I’ve failed you. That I haven’t loved you enough.”

“Johnny.”

He draws you in. “This doesn’t make you less worthy of my love.”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

A heartrate monitor beeps nearby. They’ll release you soon now that you’re awake and aware.

It’s all coming back in pieces.

You remember the cramping, the spotting, and then the bleeding that wouldn’t stop. You remember the cold linoleum floor against your cheek, of losing consciousness, of gaining it again only for the room to spin. You remember how cold you were, and Simon’s hands—of how his voice cracked when he said your name.

You don’t recall the trip to the hospital. You only remember how Simon demanded help while the staff told him he needed to calm down.

But he’s here now—and no one is yelling. He sits in a chair next to your hospital bed, face grim and skin pale like he hasn’t slept in days.

There have almost always been complications—always been issues while trying to conceive, but of those that have ended, it’s never been like this.

You turn your head, and as if sensing you, Simon glances up from his silent musings. You offer your hand. Simon takes it, and though he doesn’t squeeze hard, you feel the desperation in the way he clings to you.

“I’m not risking you. Never again.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Your friend opens the gift, presenting it to the gathered crowd. Everyone fawns over the set of baby blankets. There are several in total, all pale pastels.

You smile and agree that it’s a wonderful gift. Outwardly, everything is fine. Internally, your mind is still at home, lingering on the four pregnancy tests hidden in the bathroom bin beneath a pile of toilet paper.

Each one negative. Each one a glaring stain on the long list of failures.

Kyle emerges from the kitchen with the father-to-be, a massive grin on his face. This baby shower is a reminder to you of all your shortcomings. For Kyle, this is hope—a vision of the future.

And you haven’t told him. Haven’t said a word about those four negative tests.

How many years of trying now?

But you’re still young.

Don’t stress about it.

It’s so easy for others to stick their nose in, which is why you don’t share anymore.

Kyle plops down next to you. The happiness there is palpable, so thick it’s almost like butter on the tongue. You’re going to shatter it—hurt him yet again.

He presents his hand, palm upward.

You snatch it like a lifeline, and squeeze—hard. Kyle frowns at your entwined fingers. His gaze sweeps upward.

In your friend’s hands is a onesie for a newborn. Everyone coos, and something in you breaks. You’re smiling, but you sense the threatening tears.

Kyle’s frown shifts to a sad smile.

He knows. You don’t have to say anything.

Lifting your joined hands, Kyle brings the back of your palm to his lips. Placing a quick kiss there, he then kisses your forehead. He adds another kiss to spot just behind your ear.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “It’s okay.”

No one is watching.

“I love you.”

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poptartbunny · 9 months ago

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With the 2024 elections approaching I wanted to share 2 stories about abortion and women’s healthcare. One is mine, and the other belongs to a woman named Amber Thurman.

On September 5th, I received the worst news of my life. I learned that I had had a missed miscarriage which meant that I had lost the child I was carrying but my body thought it was still pregnant.

The doctor told me my body should realize what had happened naturally.

Unfortunately it did not.

Eventually the doctor, worried for my safety, prescribed several pills which were supposed to induce a chemical abortion.

Unfortunately it did not and most of the fetal tissue remained inside my body.

This put me at serious risk of sepsis and further complications that could potentially have cost me my life. I scheduled a fairly routine surgery called a D&C to remove the remaining tissue removed and began trying to rebuild my life.

Amber Thurman was a young woman who lived in Georgia with a 6 year old son and a promising future.

She also took pills to chemically induce a abortion that failed to remove all of the fetal tissue and put her at serious risk of sepsis and further complications.

Unfortunately, after the Supreme Court repealed Roe v. Wade, Georgia passed laws prohibiting Amber and other women from having a D&C. As a result, doctors were too afraid to operate on her until her organs were already failing.

She did not survive.

4 years ago I also lived in Georgia. Which means if my husband and I hadn’t moved I likely would not have survived either.

Women’s healthcare is important and access to these procedures save lives, mine included. As you prepare to vote please remember my story and the story of Amber Thurman and vote for the candidate who believes we should be saved.

#abortion #miscarriage #pro choice #kamala harris #election 2024 #roe v wade #harris walz 2024 #women’s healthcare #anti trump #vote blue

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art-by-jas · 2 months ago

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(18+ only) nsfw alphabet– John Carter

A/N: This is only about s1-mid s4 because I'm only that far into ER, but I wanted to write this. So my views might change after S4, and I'll have to redo this. Enjoy; hopefully, this is spot on. Don't be afraid of dming me or commenting.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Carter is really fucked out exhausted after having sex, regardless of what you two do. It takes him a moment to come back to earth before he gets into action to clean you up and fetch you a glass of water. You find it so adorable how his hair is so unruly after fooling around. Which leads you to press soft kisses along his freckled cheeks and nose.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself would be his eyes, given how much you compliment him on them. Every time you mention his eyes, he blushes deeply and smiles, making the creases around his eyes more pronounced, which you, of course, comment on.

His favorite body part of yours is probably your tits, which he would jokingly answer. However, if he’s being honest, he would say it’s your smile. He adores the way your smile lights up your face, and he loves that he can make you smile with a silly pun or when he clumsily knocks into something, sending it crashing to the ground.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves coming inside you; sometimes he can barely hold on before the end, so he has to think of procedures and surgeries to hold off on his orgasm. He doubles his efforts to make you come, playing with your clit, playing with your tits, and sucking on your neck. Anything to get you to come first or at the same time, so he can time it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s been thinking about pegging, but whenever he wants to bring it up to you,. He’ll just look at you, and his face heats up imagining it, and he loses his confidence.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

(S1-4!Carter)

He’s been around the block quite a bit so far, so I’d say he’s pretty experienced. Now, do I think he knows everything? No. He knows the basics, I would say, but hey, I’m sure you can teach him new things he’ll never forget anytime soon.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. He goes feral when you’re riding him. Just the feel of you on top of him, he’ll grip onto your thighs and waist and toss his head back. He’s in heaven. He also likes doggystyle; he loves the way your ass jiggles every time his hips slap against it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Carter is adorable and such a goober, unless you are right about to come. At the start, he’ll keep doing little things to make you laugh, but when your climax is near, he’ll talk you through it or just let out a series of punched out sounding moans.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I don’t think he’s hairy at all; he’s very smooth. Shaves frequently, keeping it nice and neat.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

His face is buried in your neck, puffing hot breath against your skin. His arms are wrapped tightly around you or gripping you. Anyway, the more he can touch you, the better he feels.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s fine at work; he wouldn’t have to jerk off. He can be an adult and wait until he’s home. Now, if you come to visit him while he’s on shift. Oh, you better believe he’s hitting the bathroom and rubbing one out.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise Kink

Loves tights/fishnets

Dirty Talk

Exhibitionist (Slightly; when you two have a quickie in the hospital, HE LOVES SAYING, “Oh, you better keep quiet; or do you want them to hear you getting fucked hard?”

Biting

Scratching

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home. So he can lay you out and take his time, and for you and him to be as loud as you guys want.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything with him. He’s like a teenager; anything you do will have him biting his lip, and his cheeks are red. He notices your oral fixation every time you’re writing; you bite the top of the pen, and it has him zoning out.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No is no. If you are not comfortable with it, then neither is he. You two will have a talk if either wants to try something new to make sure you are both on board.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s pretty 50/50 on this, where he loooooves receiving, but that doesn’t mean he thrives in making your thighs shake as he’s eating you out.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s a slow starter, but once he gets going, he’s fast and relentless.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If you’re visiting him at the hospital, it almost always ends with him taking you by the hand and trying to quickly find an empty room so you two can have a quick fuck.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Carter will act surprised when you suggest something more kinky, but he is always down to try anything at least once. He got low-key into choking, not BIG into it, but feeling your hand around his neck made his heart flutter and his eyes roll back.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I’d say he can go about 2 rounds before he has to stop fucking you, but he has a mouth and fingers for a reason, so if you want to keep going, he’s not going to stop just because he’s still recovering.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You introduce him to toys in the bedroom; I don’t think any of his previous girlfriends were into toys. You have a few toys inside your bedside table. One time, you leave it open, and Carter sees it and asks about them. It leads to you teaching Carter about pressing your little vibrator right to your clit and slowly circling it. The result has you arching your back and Carter looking at you with an amazed look in his eyes while his face feels like it’s on fire.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You are the one who teases and torments him, he would claim. Always saying dirty little things to him right before you leave him after visiting him at the hospital. One time, you told him you were wearing the expensive lingerie set he bought for you for your birthday under your outfit. You kissed him goodbye and left County, leaving Carter stunned, standing there, eyes widening.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Pathetic whining, moaning, grunting, and broken sentences.

“Oh. oh, fuck, yes, y-yes… Please, please… Oh, you f-feel so good. You’re so tight. I’m not gonna last.”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I feel like he’d have a checklist of every room in the hospital you two fucked in. He’s making it his mission by the time he finishes residency in the ER to have fucked in every room.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is PACKING. The man has a great dick. It’s part of the wonderful package that is Carter; he’s smart, funny, clumsy, and has a big dick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I think you guys match. There are days he just wants to snuggle, and then there are days he can barely keep his hands off of you. Vice versa.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After he takes care of you and makes sure you’re okay and cleaned up. He gathers you close and has you lie on his chest or spoons you and just nods off.

Masterlist

#ER #er 1994 #er nbc #dr john carter #john carter #john truman carter iii #john carter x reader #reader insert #headcannons #i blacked out when making this #fan fiction

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odinsblog · 9 months ago

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In her final hours, Amber Nicole Thurman suffered from a grave infection that her suburban Atlanta hospital was well-equipped to treat.

She’d taken abortion pills and encountered a rare complication; she had not expelled all of the fetal tissue from her body. She showed up at Piedmont Henry Hospital in need of a routine procedure to clear it from her uterus, called a dilation and curettage, or D&C.

But just that summer, her state had made performing the procedure a felony, with few exceptions. Any doctor who violated the new Georgia law could be prosecuted and face up to a decade in prison.

Thurman waited in pain in a hospital bed, worried about what would happen to her 6-year-old son, as doctors monitored her infection spreading, her blood pressure sinking and her organs beginning to fail.

It took 20 hours for doctors to finally operate. By then, it was too late.

(continue reading)

#politics #amber thurman #abortion #reproductive rights #vp debate #reproductive justice #jd vance #tim walz #healthcare #georgia #childbirth #forced birth #forced birthers

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formulaonecrumbs · 2 months ago

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junie! sitting in the pre-op room and wondering what osc would be like with reader during pre-op. like vitals, getting the iv, them forcing her to go pee for a pregnancy test, getting in the gown, etc

-🧸

one breath at a time

Oscar Piastri x PCOS!reader

summary: reader goes in for a d&c, only to discover more.

warnings: medical setting, pre-op anxiety, unexpected pregnancy, bleeding, fertility themes

A/N: HIIIII i saw the pregnancy test thing and thought a little plot twist would be fun but i get if this is not what u were expecting SORRY 😭😭 i think i’ve been taking too much liberty with some requests, but this idea was too good to pass up. idek if this pregnancy even makes since vut ENJOY. I LOVE U. praying for u and praying the surgery goes well. i’m proud of u. ❤️

⚘ ⚘ ⚘ ⚘

you’ve barely slept.

it’s not even light out yet when oscar pulls into the hospital’s underground lot, the sky still a cold steel gray. your fingers are twisted in the sleeves of your hoodie, mouth dry, heart racing under the weight of the unknown.

you’re supposed to be here for a d&c.

they couldn’t figure out why you were still bleeding, why the pain wouldn’t let up. scans weren’t clear. could be a cyst, could be leftover tissue, could be anything. the only way to really know is going in.

and now you’re here. gown, anesthesia, paperwork, the works.

oscar parks close to the lift and shuts the engine off, but he doesn’t move to get out.

instead, he turns to you. both hands reach over to hold yours, grounding and steady and warm.

“you okay?” he asks gently, voice still hoarse from sleep.

you stare ahead. “not really.”

he leans in and kisses your cheek, then your forehead, then presses his mouth just below your eye. “we’re doing this together, yeah?”

“yeah,” you whisper.

the nurse is kind, which helps.

she walks you back to the pre-op area, hands you a gown, points to the little cubicle with the curtain. oscar’s allowed to come back once you’re changed and vitals are taken.

you move slowly—partly because you’re sore and partly because you’re scared.

hospital gowns are always too big. you tie the back shut and glance at yourself in the mirror for a second before looking away.

you look tired. pale. bloated from the hormones.

you don’t feel like yourself.

the nurse is waiting when you step out, smiling. she clips a monitor to your finger, slides the cuff onto your arm. “you doing okay, sweetheart?”

“yeah,” you lie.

she doesn’t push.

“we just need to get a quick urine sample before anesthesia,” she says. “pregnancy test—standard protocol.”

you nod, already moving to the bathroom. it’s routine. you know it’s routine.

you haven’t even had sex since the bleeding started. there’s no way.

right?

the test takes ten minutes to come back.

by then, you’re already lying back on the hospital bed, IV inserted, oscar seated at your side. he’s holding your hand, tracing patterns over the inside of your wrist.

you try to pretend your chest isn’t tightening. you try to pretend this doesn’t feel like more than routine.

but when the nurse returns, her smile is tight. professional.

she walks in holding a chart and sets it at the end of your bed. “so… we’re going to delay the procedure, actually.”

your heart stumbles. “what? why?”

she glances at oscar, then at you. “your pregnancy test came back positive.”

silence.

you blink. “what?”

“it was faint, so we ran it again. and then again, with a blood test. it’s early, but it’s definitely there.”

you feel everything slow down.

your fingers go numb.

you look at oscar. he’s staring at the nurse like she just said the sky is green.

“but—” your voice catches. “we thought—i thought it was just—”

“you’ve been bleeding,” she says gently. “and we don’t know what that means yet. but you are pregnant.”

your breath shakes.

oscar squeezes your hand. “hey, hey—look at me.”

you do. your eyes sting.

“we’re okay,” he says, low and steady. “you’re okay. we’ll figure it out. one step at a time.”

“what if it’s ectopic? or not viable? what if—”

“one step,” he says again. “we’re not doing what-ifs. we’re just breathing. we’re just here.”

the nurse steps out to give you a minute.

you turn your face into oscar’s shoulder and let yourself fall apart for a second—because the fear is choking and the shock is worse, and your body hurts and your brain hurts and you don’t know how to process any of this.

but oscar holds you. strokes your back. tells you it’s going to be okay even when he’s scared, too.

hours pass.

you get sent to a different wing. a different doctor consults. scans are ordered.

it’s early, they say. they can’t make any promises. but something’s there. maybe more than you thought. maybe not what you feared.

oscar never lets go of your hand.

he cancels everything for the next two days. turns off his phone. gets you water. tucks your hoodie around your legs when you shiver. climbs into the hospital bed behind you when your back starts to ache again, wrapping around you like armour.

you don’t talk much. there isn’t much to say yet.

but he holds you all the way through it. and when they finally let you go home to rest, he carries your bag and drives you slow and gentle, one hand on your thigh the entire ride.

you’re not okay. not yet.

but you’re not alone.

and somehow, in this swirl of fear and confusion, that makes all the difference.

THE END :>

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bullet-prooflove · 3 months ago

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They Don't Know: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @noxytopy @gatefleet @totalstitchlover19 @angelofthetrenchcoats

Companion piece to:

Bang - Eddie’s new year starts with a bang.

Lifetime (NSFW) - One night with you makes Eddie realise he wants a life time.

El Paso - Eddie is forced to make a decision that hurts you both.

Possibilities - Eddie thinks about what might have been.

Welcome Back - The one person Eddie wants to see is the one person not at his welcome home party.

Home - Eddie sees you for the first time since El Paso.

Chemistry (NSFW) - You and Eddie have always have good chemistry.

90% Of The Work - Eddie proves he’s ready to put the work into your relationship.

Hotshot - Eddie finds out about your relationship with Brad Torrance when the other man turns up at your door.

Good Catholic Girls (NSFW) - Eddie has only ever dated good Catholic girls before you.

Relentless - Eddie discovers you've been keeping a secret from his time away in Texas.

The bleeding starts after a call out.

You know something is wrong almost immediately because the cramps that hit you, are like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You manage to ride out the rest of your shift before you head straight to urgent care because the pain, it gets too much.

“You’re having a miscarriage.” You’re told by the doctor who examines you. “It can be quite common in the first trimester.”

Your mind flits back to the night you shared with Eddie before he departed for Texas. The heat of it, the passion. You were too caught up in the moment to think about protection and now here you are facing the consequences of your actions.

“I didn’t realise I was pregnant.” You tell the doctor, wiping the salt from your cheeks with the back of your hand.

“As it’s an incomplete miscarriage we need to do a D&C so you don’t get an infection. We have a space open in an hour to fit you in. You should call your partner to come and take you home afterwards.”

You think of Eddie all the way in Texas, Eddie who stopped responding to your texts over a month ago. Eddie, who is struggling with his own son, the one that did live.

“The dad’s not in the picture.” You say softly. “Can I Uber?”

“It’s not recommended.” She says, placing a kind hand over yours. “Are you sure there isn’t anyone who can help?”

The problem is everyone at the 118 is afflated with Eddie. You don’t want the weight of this responsibility on his shoulders. You dial the only person you can call, the one you’d been friends with long before Eddie came along.

Tommy’s waiting for you when the procedure is completed, his hands threaded through his dark hair in the waiting room. He raises to his feet almost immediately upon seeing you, his arm looping around your waist, holding you steady. He listens attentively to your aftercare before helping you to his car, getting you settled in the passenger seat.

It's Tommy who calls you in sick for the next few days, who sleeps on the couch to take care of you. He makes sure you’re fed, showered and up every morning before he takes you to the beach so you can get your head straight over the whole thing. He’s the one that holds you when you break down over the whole thing because its too raw, too visceral to handle alone.

When you return to the 118 a few days later it’s surreal. Your entire world has changed but everything else remains the same, it’s like the baby never happened and to everyone else it didn’t happen. They don’t know you’re dying inside when Hen mentions her kids, or that it feels like a knife to the chest when Chim shows you another picture of Jee.

They don’t know, you’re forced to remind yourself when you lock yourself in the bathroom afterwards. They don’t know they’re breaking your heart.

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mariacallous · 3 months ago

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Listen, I'm both very big on bodily autonomy and personal choices (possibly choice/girlboss feminism pilled a tad, who the fuck knows) and so do whatever the fuck you want - get the procedures you want, use the makeup you want in the way you want, wear what you want, eat what you want, fuck who you want, etc.

But:

a) remember that there are consequences or consistent outcomes based on the choices and what you do

b) don't ever fucking forget that you are influenced and shaped and act in response to (whether in tune with or opposed to) societal and cultural factors

c) at least question those factors and whether what you're doing might not actually be totally your choice but in response to pressures and influences from others

d) many things you can recover from but a lot of medical and health stuff can and will have complications and factor that in before doing anything

e) be fucking careful with your money, your body, and your well-being

also:

f) take anything any ivy leaguer tells you with a whole fucking shaker of kosher salt, especially if they're a fucking social media influencer/content creator

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letters-to-lgbt-kids · 7 months ago

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My dear lgbt+ kids,

Let’s talk about miscarriages.

First of all, a simple definition: A miscarriage is when a pregnancy ends on its own before the baby can grow enough to survive outside the womb.

When we say “miscarriage”, we refer to the pregnancy spontaneously ending in the first 20 weeks (so up until halfway through a typical 40-week pregnancy). If it happens closer to birth (after 20 weeks of pregnancy), it’s referred to as a “stillbirth”. We will focus on miscarriages rather than stillbirth in this letter.

A pregnancy spontaneously ending in an early stage is more common than it happening closer to birth. Most miscarriages happen in the first 13 weeks.

A miscarriage usually involves vaginal bleeding. It can range from light spotting to heavy bleeding. It may also include the passing of tissue or blood clots. Abdominal pain or cramps may also be present. (This is why a miscarriage that occurs before the person is even aware they’re pregnant may be confused with a heavy period).

However, some people may only experience the lessening of pregnancy symptoms (such as a sudden stop of morning sickness) that alerts them to the miscarriage. Some miscarriages also occur without any noticeable symptoms at all and may only be discovered at the next ultrasound.

Let’s look at some myths and facts about miscarriages:

Myth: Miscarriages are rare.

Fact: About 10 to 20% of all known pregnancies end in miscarriage (and the “real” number is probably even higher, since many miscarriages happen before the person even knows they are pregnant).

Myth: Miscarriages happen because you do something wrong or aren’t careful enough.

Fact: Most miscarriages happen because of severe problems with the unborn baby’s DNA. These are usually random genetic glitches in the egg or sperm - meaning there’s nobody to “blame”. The baby wouldn’t have survived, no matter how careful the pregnant person is.

Myth: When we talk about “medical treatment” for a miscarriage, we are talking about people who choose to have a miscarriage.

Fact: Nobody chooses to have a miscarriage. It’s by its very definition the spontaneous ending of a pregnancy. A person may need to undergo medically necessary treatment because of a miscarriage. It may be necessary to remove tissue that remains in the uterus. This isn’t the trigger of the miscarriage, it is done after the pregnancy already naturally ended. It is done to prevent infection or stop heavy bleeding. This procedure is called a D & C (dilation and curettage) and it can be a lifesaver!

Myth: If you had a miscarriage, it’s a sign you deep down resented the baby.

Fact: The most wanted pregnancy ever could end in miscarriage. People who tried for years and finally got pregnant could experience a miscarriage. People who jumped through legal hurdles and spend a lot of money to be able to undergo sperm donation or IVF could experience a miscarriage. This is just a horrible and untrue thing to say about people who experience a potentially traumatic health event that’s entirely out of their control.

Myth: It’s easy to get over a miscarriage.

Fact: It’s a life-changing experience. It’s always emotionally challenging. There’s the aspect of the unexpected (and potentially scary) health event, and of course there’s also the aspect of a loss, of grief. It shouldn’t be surprising that, for most people, it’s not something they can easily shrug off. There are a lot of emotions that can come up - during, right after and also months or years after. There’s no time limit on when someone will be “over it”. In fact, they may never feel “over it”, just learn to live with it as part of their reality.

Myth: If it was an unplanned pregnancy, the person should be relieved to have a miscarriage.

Fact: There’s no “Should” in loss. Even if they didn’t want to be pregnant, they may still grieve. Even if they do feel some relief, it may be tinged with emotional pain, frustration, feelings of helplessness or guilt… And all of that is valid. Nobody but the person who experienced the miscarriage has a right to say how they feel about it.

Myth: If you had a miscarriage, it means you’ll never be able to have biological children.

Fact: Nearly 90% of people who miscarry will go on to have normal pregnancies and healthy babies!

With all my love,

Your Tumblr Dad

#lgbt #lgbt+

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