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marksmelodies · 9 months

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can you write smut about jeno and fem reader being parents who finally have someone to babysit their kid so they can have alone time<3??

YESSS I LOVE DAD DREAMIES SOO MUCH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING

“fuck babe” jeno grunts as his lips move to your neck, his teeth slightly nibbling on your skin, you reach over sliding one of your hands up and down his bulge “babe she’s going to wake up soon, we can’t” you huff pulling away from him

you and jeno have been desperate these past few weeks, having a toddler wasn’t easy, she’s a handful to say the least, you knew going into parenthood that you would have to devote all of your time to your child but you and jeno were in need of alone time, sex became less and less frequent in your relationship as your daughter got older, she was in constant need of attention from the both of you and as much as you love her you have your needs too, you needed your husband more than ever

jeno rubs his eye as he lets out a sigh in frustration “yeah you’re right” he says, a few moments later you hear your daughter screaming for her dad “she’s up” you chuckle patting his back

“hi mama” your daughter says as she currently clings to jeno while he prepares for dinner “here baby go to mommy” jeno says passing her over to you “but i want daddy” she whines as you take her into your arms “daddy has to make dinner baby, how about we watch a movie huh?” you suggest taking her to the couch as she settles down picking out what movie to watch

sitting on the couch you have a clear view of jeno, his back facing you he stands in the kitchen cutting vegetables adding them to the pan that sits on the stove, not even noticing your eyes move to his broad shoulders and then to his muscles that are slightly flexed, your eyes keep wandering his body until you realize what you are doing, the familiar feeling washes over your body, you were in fact very horny just by the sight of your husband

“mommy why are you staring at daddy like that?” your daughter looks up at you looking back and forth between you and jeno, you giggle before bringing her into your lap “because mommy thinks daddy is very handsome, mommy loves him very much” you say kissing her head “no mommy i love daddy more than you, only i can love him” she pouts and you chuckle once again “i knew him way before you existed sweetheart and without mommy loving your dad you wouldn’t be here” you say tickling her stomach “you know your dad loves you so so much, i do too, more than anything” you say to her “i love you too mommy” she cuddles to your side turning her attention back to the movie

a few moments later you hear soft snoring coming from your daughter, you immediately went to wake her up since it wasn’t her designed nap time but you stopped yourself, carefully peeling her off of you, you lay her down and make your way over to the kitchen

wrapping your arms around your husband you hug him from behind “i told you to stop wearing those god damn compression shirts jeno” you say as you move your hands over his abs “why baby” he smerks at you as you move from behind him to in front of him, “because i can never behave myself when you wear them” you say as you place your hand under his shirt, jeno quickly pulls you into a heated kiss making sure to be quiet so your daughter won’t wake up, jeno then picks you up placing you on the island counter top as his hands travel your body, your hand rakes his hair as you slightly pull on it

“would you call me crazy if i said i wanted to have another one” you whisper to jeno between kisses “not at all baby, i’ve been thinking the same thing” jeno pulls away before anything goes further, he walks over to the stove checking on the food that is cooking “you really wanna start trying for another baby?” he asks quickly looking to you “yeah i really do” you say giving him one last kiss before waking your daughter up for dinner

the sexual tension between you and jeno during dinner was almost too much to handle, if it were just the two of you jeno would have already had you bent over the table fucking you relentlessly but there sits your daughter happily eating the food that’s in front of her, as dinner comes to an end jeno starts cleaning the dishes off as you get your daughter into the bath

“princess do you want to sleep over your aunts house tonight” jeno barges into the bathroom “a sleepover” she gasps excitedly “yeah and i think grandma and grandpa will be there for a little too” jeno bends down to her level laughing at the sight of bubbles all over her “yes i want to please mommy please can i go?” your daughter begs you look at jeno rolling your eyes knowing exactly what he’s trying to do “yes you can sleepover” you say getting her out of the tub

once she’s all packed and ready to go jenos sister picks her up, saying your goodbyes the door closes and the two of you are alone at last “oh thank god, am i a bad mom for wanting a break?” you ask jeno as you rest your forehead to his chest “not at all baby, you’re the best mom ever” he kisses the top of your head, jeno then grabs your face placing his lips onto yours as he leads you to the bedroom

he places you on the bed kissing your lips as he moves down to your collar bone “you’re so pretty” he groans as he takes your shirt off along with his own, he massages your boobs placing kisses on them as he takes your pants off, “my wife is so beautiful” he looks at you before kissing your cheek, jeno moves your underwear aside as he place two of his fingers inside of you “fuck” you moan throwing your head back, he quickens up the pace as you feel the knot in your stomach releasing as you cum on his fingers, jeno takes off his pants as he lets his dick spring onto his stomach he hovers over you lining himself up to your cunt before sliding his dick into you “fuck baby you’re so tight” he shoves his head into the crook of your neck as he picks up the pace “jeno” you let out a loud scream as his hips snaps into you “i’ve needed you so bad lately” he kisses your neck before latching onto one of your boobs while massaging the other “im gonna cum” you moan as you squeeze around his cock “shit me too” he pants,jeno releases into you as you finish at the same time, he collapses onto you kissing your collarbone“god i missed that pussy” he looks to you “round two” you smirk at him “oh we’re going all night long baby, i’m gonna get you so pregnant” he replies smashing his lips onto yours

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youkissedareaderinthedark · 1 year

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The Day the Music Died

I’m sorry that this is gonna be so angsty, but I used to be in the marvel fandom where the reader died all the time and I love this trend on tiktok so

Summary: The Grid has to say goodbye to their favorite girl

2023 F1 Grid x young!fem!reader

(For the sake of this story, reader is Aston Martin driver alongside Fernando, and Lance is the reserved driver, she can also be American if you want to really fit the song)

It was your favorite kind of race, a few hours away from midnight, and it was pouring rain, meaning the race was going to be more unpredictable and chaotic than usual.

You’ve always loved the rain and the extra risk factor it bought to Formula 1, so when your engineer told you the conditions were going to stay the same for the race, a bright smile took over your face, brighter than your usual one.

Your smile was one of your trademarks on the grid, often being compared to Daniel Ricciardo on the matter. Despite the age gap, you and the Australian were quite close and were like walking rays of sunshine when the two of you were together.

You were closest with the other young drivers the most though, Lando, George, Zhou, Yuki, and your teammate Lance being your closest companions.

You describe the grid as being like in a family, your teammate Fernando was like your grid dad, always looking out for you and defending you when the media felt a little extra vicious. The older men on the grid like uncles, looking out for you but letting you have your fun.

Drivers like Carlos, Charles, Pierre, Max, Esteban, and Alex were like cousins, you messed around with each other but always looking out for the other. Reporters called you “the glue” saying that your youthful spirit had helped bond the drivers as more than just competition.

So it made sense that a lot of drivers were worried when your car went into the barriers during the race.

Sunday started off fine, you had a goodnight sleep, hung out with your PR officer for breakfast and walked into the paddock with a smile on your face.

You greeted other drivers and the co-workers you knew as you worked your way to your garage and into your drivers room, changed into your drivers suit and reviewed your strategy with a few engineers before you had to head into the garage to get into your car.

“Radio check Y/n, radio check” Your engineer came over the radio. “Loud and clear” You replied, the adrenaline and excitement already kicking in as you were given the go-ahead to head onto the track for the formation lap. The mist from the cars around you and your soaked visor limited your vision, but you managed to find your way to your spot on the track. You were starting P5 today and were already anxious to start the race.

The flag was waved, the five red lights came on and off before all 20 cars were accelerating down the track, trying to gain positions early. You held on to P5 throughout the race, trying to defend against Carlos Sainz’ Ferrari behind you and trying to overtake Charles Leclerc’s Ferrari in front of you.

It was Lap 25 when you attempted another overtake on Leclerc, speeding down the straight and trying to gain on him before the corner. Right as you were beginning your turn into the corner, your tires locked up and you headed into the barriers, going too fast for your brakes to properly stop the car.

You felt the impact on the right side of your abdomen first, then your head, then your legs. It was like being compressed into a small box then slammed against a cement wall.

What happened? Why aren’t I on the track? Your vision went dizzy as you tried to remember what happened. I must have locked up, but why does my side hurt so bad?

“Oh no! Big crash on Turn 7, I think that was Y/n L/n’s Aston Martin! That looked bad, might be a red flag if L/n doesn’t show responsiveness” Martin Brundle spoke worriedly, crashes during stormy races were never good.

Just focus on getting out of the car, you told yourself. You wrapped your arms around the halo to try and lift yourself up but the dizziness in your head combined with the immediate pain in your right side made you sit back down. I probably hurt my ribs, you thought. It’s fine, I’ll just wait for the medics.

Brundle was right, the yellow flag was waved first and the cars slowed down, but it soon became clear that the race wasn’t going to continue for a bit. After a few minutes of waiting for you, a red flag was waved and the medical team was sent out.

Black spots danced in your vision as you tried to look around for the marshals. You expected your vision to clear up after a second, but it never did. Your world just became fuzzier and darker.

You started hearing sirens of an ambulance approaching, but your arms felt too heavy to raise in a sign of acknowledgement.

“The safety car and marshals arrive at the scene, still no movement from L/n” Martin’s voice becomes somber but he stays hopeful, of course you were fine, you never get hurt, you’d get out in a moment and everything would be fine.

You couldn’t keep yourself awake for much longer. It’s okay, at least I’m okay, right? Right? You asked yourself that question, expecting to wake up in a couple minutes. You weren’t scared of going unconscious, you’d be okay. But your eyes closed for the last time before you could find an answer and it was over before you even realized it’d begun.

The drivers were still in their cars, wondering what had happened. They knew you had crashed, but they knew you were strong, you’ll walk out of your car and dramatically insist Daniel give you a piggy back ride when you saw him. “You didn’t even hurt your legs!” He’d complain and you’d just shrug and tell him to let you climb on.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the race might not continue for a bit, at least until Y/n L/n is safe and taken off the track” Martin tries to keep the viewers updated as curtains are placed around your car to keep the cameras away from you.

Everyone is getting antsy at this point, your engineer got no radio from you and there is no word from the medics yet. The drivers are calling in every other minute, anxious to hear from you. “Is she okay?” Fernando calls in. “Do we know if Y/n’s alright?” Carlos asks, having seen the crash up close. Daniel even walks into your garage, wanting to see for himself if there was any news on your crash.

As a Formula 1 Medic, Rowan should be prepared to handle any type of crash a driver was in, ranging from a bruise on their stomach to a broken leg, she was trained to handle it. But Rowan had never seen a dying person before, so her hesitation to help her coworker with lifting L/n out of her car was understandable.

Two other medics immediately crowd the girl. Rowan searching for a pulse, one taking off the teen’s helmet, and the third wrestling with the drivers suit, trying to assess the damage that could by covered by the clothing.

“Rowan, have you found a pulse?” One of the other medics who’s rummaging ambulance for supplies asks. Rowan doesn’t want to answer. She doesn’t want to face this. She wants to check her neck, her heart, and her wrist again even though she already did three times. Rowan doesn’t want to be one to tell everyone that Y/n L/n is dead, but Rowan knows better than that, so she removes her hands from the drivers body, hangs her head low, and closes her eyes as if that would stop her tears from falling.

“No pulse. I’ve checked everywhere three times. She’s gone.” The medic’s voice cracks as she says the last sentence, and a silence overcomes the team of safety marshals.

Nobody on the team had ever encountered a death before, so the medical staff was stuck in a mournful silence, letting the rain wash away the tears that threatened to drop from their cheeks.

The head of the team snaps out of it first. “Someone has to radio the Aston Martin garage and tell them” Everyone seems to step away, wanting to avoid being the one to announce the death. There was nothing to worry about though, as Rowan spoke up. “I’ll do it. I’ll make call” No one disagrees, and Rowan’s glad because she felt partly responsible, she should’ve gotten to Y/n quicker, helped her out of the car, told everyone to move quicker.

Rowan’s voice comes over the radio, shaky and somber. “Y/n L/n is dead. She has no pulse.” She pauses as her throat closes up. “We’ll take her to the medical center-“ That’s all the woman can manage before she bursts into tears and started shaking with sobs. Another medics pulls her closer to them, as they give a moment of silence for the driver.

The young medic is only a few years older than the girl who just died, questions herself, “What if I got there faster?” It lingers in her mind.

Gasps. Tears. Hands cover faces and people are pulled into hugs. Dead? Daniel thinks, no, she isn’t dead, Y/n- she can’t- she’s not dead. Before he realizes, he’s saying the words out loud and pressing the radio button before Otmar can stop him. “I- what do you mean she’s dead? She can’t be dead- she can’t be” The Australian has tears running down his face and he’s pulled away by one of the Aston Martin engineers.

Nobody knows what has happened except those in the Aston Martin garage, and nobody will know until 7:00am the next morning, when Y/n L/n’s death is announced by Aston Martin.

It seems like the entire world came together to offer their support. Millions of messages are sent to Y/n’s family and her friends and bouquets of flowers are sent to Y/n’s P.O. Box.

The funeral is held on Friday, family, friends, drivers, and co-workers show up to Y/n’s home town to mourn their beloved driver.

A moment of silence is held at the race three weeks later, nearly every driver cries and everyone that has a helmet has a sticker with your initials on it. Fernando wins for you and points at the sky as he sobs for his teammate that was like his daughter.

The paddock no longer feels the same. There was no longer a green suit to watch as she bounced around, talking to anyone and everyone, keeping a smile on her face through it all. There is something so clearly missing in the Aston Martin videos, no matter how much time passes. Fans rewatch her live streams and interviews because it’s all the comfort they have. You used to call the grid dinner outings “family dinner” but families smile and laugh together, and it takes a while before the grid can do that again.

Y/n L/n goes down in the Formula 1 Hall of Fame as the best female driver that has ever lived, but the whole world wishes she was there to see her induction herself.

The day the music died

So bye-bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee

But the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinking whisky and rye

Singing, “This’ll be the day I die”

This will be the day that I die

if you’re confused on how y/n dies, I wrote it as her internal organs got crushes as she crashed straight into the barrier, i know it doesn’t really make sense and it took me me awhile to make this edit but I kinda forgot about it

also, I want to write more f1 fics after this, so if you have any suggestions on what team the reader should be on and what driver the reader should be with lmk 🫶

#formula 1 #reader insert #f1 2023 #f1 x you #f1 grid x reader #f1 drivers #driver reader #female driver reader #female f1 driver

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coquettetoji · 10 months

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{⭐️} TOJI FUSHIGURO MOODBOARD

★ general toji hcs ★

— QUEUE WEST COAST BY LANA DEL REY

— let’s just pretend in this world he doesn’t have a son to actually care for yk.

— biggest beefiest juiciest (ok i’m exaggerating) but holy shit this guy is huge. i’m talking mma boxer huge, he takes great pride in his physic. and is guilty of being a gym rat.

— cockiest mf ever but in a hot way, he does that cheek tongue thing unintentionally and omlllllll

— toji definitely wasn’t the smartest in school, neither math smart, science smart or reading smart. he fucked most of his teachers but i mean he passed?

— although he wasn’t very academically smart, his skill in business and negotiating led to him earning a high position for a large financial group. drugs like hand over that amex????

— drives a motorcycle, i’m thinking ducati, as a hobby. 😏😏

— smokes cigarettes and drinks, his fav is hennessy, but other than that he’s a clean man

— was an emo in highschool, we don’t talk about that though. and neither does he.

— multitudes of tattoos across his body, mainly on his chest and arms though.

— his dream job as a highschooler was to open a tattoo parlor. he was surprisingly a good artist when it came to sketches.

— silver chains and silver jewelry, he’s pale so his complexion matches the colors better.

— sarcastic humor that would make kids cry. this guy treats everyone the same as if they’ll understand his humor and that makes him not so great around kids

— has a soft spot for cats, really wants to have a kitten but won’t ever commit to it/taking care of it

— has every single dating app downloaded not to date but just to get validation from everyone who swiped right on him. (gets at minimum 83 swipes per day)

— speaking of, his most used apps on his phone are phone (calls), messages, and instagram to watch his instagram reels 😋

— respectful towards women. although he seems like a d bag he does know how to treat a lady right

— drives a blacked out mercedes benz s class, ofc with tinted windows in case of.. yeah

— the scar running from the middle of his cheek down the side of his lip is from a fight during high school that got violent, he won though don’t worry

— grey/silver/green eyes, with jet black hair. he was genuinely gifted with godly genetics

— when he does smile, his lip corners turn up sharply giving him that joker smile type of look, my legs are wide open

— the most laid back chill guy ever, he doesn’t take life seriously enough for him to actually give a fuck

—6’4. argue with the wall.

— his hands are huge and the veins 😩😩😫😩😫 HEHEHE

— wears black compression shirts or black t shirts with sweat pants all day everyday, it’s his signature look

— he smells a bit like cigarettes and Maison Margiela Replica Jazz Club, just an overall eye rolling back into head type of scent

— makes dad jokes all the time minus the part of him being an actual dad

— played basketball growing up just in his neighborhood, was good enough to go pro but his grades were ass lol

— he listens to these actual underground rock bands that literally no one has heard of or the sports podcast on the radio like a true dad

— kinda behind on everything going on in the world right now, but it’s okay bc we love toji for it regardless

💌 new message from mica ‧₊˚✧

my favorite incoming dilf with a midlife crisis 😫

honestly one of my fav boards yet, i tried so hard to find the perfect resemblance of toji and omg the scar too kinda works perfectly

#toji fushiguro #toji fluff #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji x you #dilf toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk x reader #jjk fanart #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujustsu kaisen au #toji zenin #toji x y/n #jujutsu toji #i want him so bad

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skunkes · 2 months

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ok detailed surgery experience

i made this schedule (?) of the major events as soon as I left while I cld still remember (and still kinda forgot!) i like knowing the Times of stuff so I asked my dad to take note of Times for me, and tried to ask for the time where i could

surgery I got was a laproscopic bilateral salpingectomy, full removal of the fallopian tubes only!

Misc details off of dis, obviously TMI territory as its a medical procedure.

The second blood draw (they took blood from me yesterday tooooo) hurt less and more somehow. Nasty nasty bruise forming.

IV really was the worst part of it ! I'd get weird throbs of frustrating pain long after it was in

I was given compression stockings that went right up to my crotch. Your toes stick out, and they put hospital socks over your feet. Some additional compress wraps were placed above my knees.

Pre op/prep didnt take too long at all. I know I have it listed as over an hour of waiting, which always made me nervous to read in other people's experiences, but it doesn't really feel like waiting. The TV helps pass the time, as do the people who are with you if any, and the nurses popping in with help or instructions or updates. The prep room was small and the bathroom was next door. The double doors open to wheel you out. Remote was given toe to control the TV and also call the nurses via a speaker.

The nurse who wheeled me in was nicest, she pronounced my name Correctly and was also really funny and friendly...

In general I knew this surgery was going to go well because I was actually able to fall asleep last night. I've stayed awake/tossed and turned for events far less stressful. Dis was also due to part of it kind of not feeling real for me! And being wheeled into surgery room added to that! It didnt feel real, it felt like watching one of many scenes from medical media of the same point of view.

I did start quaking and shaking once in the surgery room (also small, I did not look around much in fear of it making me panic last minute!)

They had me scoot from the prep bed to the surgery table. There was a pink foam headrest for me to slot the back of my head into. They strap you in with arms out like ur being crucified and thats when it became more Real for me so i started shaking a lot, but I can't tell how bad it was under the heavy blankets. I think I shook more and for longer when I went for my MRI (which also isnt/wasnt scary but the body freaks out for no reason). Im surprised at myself for being so Calm ykwim

Anyway, strapped in, had monitoring stuff stickered onto my body: my sternum, side of body under chest/armpits, and another pair I cant remember where. Hair was put up in hair net. My hospital gown was untied as the tie starts halfway across your body and goes under, but this was not done in an invasive-to-privacy way, and I was still fully covered by it (and then recovered by blankets)

(3 separate people asked me how many kids I had throughout this whole venture, and were Shocked at my response. This was the other most nerve wracking part as I started to get weirdly anxious that someone wouldn't like this and cancel my surgery or something. One of the Askers was the anesthesiologist.) Doctor/surgeon came in and asked if i was ready and talked about how he loved being under anesthesia LOL. Everybody was speaking about their opinions about childbirth and sterilization and parenthood, but amongst each other and not to influence my decision, along with telling each other to set up XYZ. Once again everybody is charmed by Cheye's usage of the word "yay"

Ive never had surgery before, so I was worried about anesthesia. In my mind i was imagining it to be being fully lucid and then your vision darkens and takes you, which was scary to me like i dont wanna be freaking out and then immediately KNOCKED out!

But it was gradual which actually made it more calming for me...the funny nurse put the oxygen mask over me, I got very nervous bc she said to take deep breaths and honestly i couldnt even breath much at all in it, and breathing out also felt very restricting and like I was going to choke, but it wasn't Distressing. I just breathed slowly and it worked anyway.

In a few seconds I felt a cool tingle in my arm that then sort of burst into my torso, and my whole body felt really light and my eyelids draggggggged half closed, but it felt very mechanical and involuntarily (like slowly closing window blinds...or like how the brightness options on a 3DS are numbered buttons ykwim? Like, Closing 1, Closing 2, Closing 3, Closed Halfway, all pressed in quick succession). Heavy heavy heavy. I stayed in that half closed state for a while! (Probably not even a full minute, but it also wasn't instant...i still had time to think and Hear conversation etc, as well as feel that there was some mechanical thing tightening around my spread arms along with the hand adjusted straps)

The funny nurse was telling me to relax and have sweet dreams and that they wld take care of me and such. And then I was out. I do not remember my vision fully fading or eyes fully closing, in my mind they stayed in that half closed state.

Ive heard ppl say it feels like blinking and waking up, but it did feel like sleep to me!!!! I know dreaming under anesthesia isn't really a thing, but waking up felt like....i was really waking up like normal and trying to remember traces of a dream after several hours of sleep.

I always thought it was silly seeing ppl ask if the surgery was over when they come out of it, but I did that. But like i swear it came out involuntarily??? Like i knew it was over....i think it was because I couldnt really SEE anything when i woke up, I could only hear staff speaking to me, and I can barely remember what they said. Vision was VERY very blurred. So I guess that question came out as substitute for Where Am I, and Who's Here With Me? Speaking felt like when audio unsyncs from a video, with my voice trailing far behind my words. I also remember being really bewildered bc there was some sort of residue on my lips, like when they're chapped and dry and cracking. I learned later this was bc of the intubation but i Didnt Know That Yet so i was just scared and thirsty.

Adding another "pain was less bad than the average period which has one Doubled Over" statement to the pile. Pain was at 3/10 or 4/10, which is to say if period pain is a whole abdomen event, this pain was small little bruises occasionally being brushed up against, just small throbs of sore pain in the 3 incision spots. I got an incision inside my belly button and that was the most present sensation, but that might also be bc I hate anything having to do with that area in general 😭 always feels weird.

My throat felt very DRY. It wasn't pain yet, it felt like when you're thirsty + dehydrated and your lips stick together at any slight moisture, but in the throat. Kept trying to look around and wiggle my fingers and toes in hopes that'd help me Come Out Of It sooner bc not being able to see was really frustrating me. I could not make out the face of the person watching over me for some time. I really wanted water !

HORROR when the person looking over me said i had a catheter still in me. Nightmare I wasnt counting on actually happening and wasnt mentally prepared for. I was told I would have one placed (make sure to ask if this is a concern for you!) but i thought they'd take it out before I woke up... I cldnt even feel it in me when I was told this! Which is good.

The staff of course had to remove blankets and open my gown a bit to access the area. But I did not feel any distress about this at the time.

Had a very funny slow motion distress response bracing self for removal. It did not hurt or sting at all, it just felt like [something I cant describe here]. Just pressure! It was pulled out gently but quickly of course.

After 1 hr i was wheeled to a separate private recovery room. The nurse uncovered my lower area to check if incisions were doing good so far as well as to check if I had been provided with a pad/underwear, as some patients have blood or other fluids come out as a result of the surgery.

parents came in, was so grateful for juice but in dismay over my food item being orange (i dont like citrus flavor) jello (i dont like jello 😭) i consumed all of both.

I also worried I'd feel weird about throwing my body parts away. But I dont feel anything ^_^ just feels very awesome and natural

Sore throat started further developing. Nurse came in after some time here, taught me how to Get Up. Was scary! I was worried about it hurting, but it was just more soreness.

Was able to go to the bathroom, went a very little bit but it was enough. I was very scared about seeing my incisions and being disgusted by them....but I caught a glance and it was Okey Yey. They are covered in surgical Glue and dont look gnarly, swollen, red or anything they look very cool ^_^ got dressed in stages as there was nothing to set clothes down on and sat back down on the bed. The bathroom connected to another room where somebody else was preparing for surgery.

Nurse came in with final post op instructions, upon describing nausea to me my skin got cold, stomach activated and krusty krab exploded with it. She was just barely able to get me a bag to throw up in. This exacerbated the throat pain. She encouraged me to get it all out especially since I also expelled gas, which is a good thing.

IV removal didnt hurt! Same level of pain as the tape around it being yanked off. I couldn't even tell it was over. I was wheeled out of the hospital. ^_^ i wore an oversized dress my sister lent me, and cheap target sandals so I wouldnt have to bend to tie shoes. My dad pulled up the car right outside. I brought a pillow to be a barrier in between the seat belt and my stomach.

Its 6:48 neow and I am laying down, but the pain is (currently) the same. I had another nausea (and release. Also exacerbated throat pain.) spell (while in walmart picking up the pain meds), was boiling alive in my very hot room, and was a bit dehydrated which may have contributed to some misery and nausea but as of right now I'm ok, i changed into lighter clothes, drank water, ate a bit, and situated self in a room with ac....i worry about getting up and becoming nauseous again 😭 i hate throwing up.

People are right about it being more discomfort than pain! You have to walk around every few hours, and it doesnt hurt but every step feels like my bellybutton is kinda pinching inward. Being tugged at from the inside. Ive gotten to a point where even chuckling makes me feel this very Sour soreness (not regular dull soreness) so maybe ill start the meds soon if necessary.... Squatting to sit doesnt hurt in a debilitating way, neither does actually sitting or putting on/stepping into clothing.

I couldnt nap because laying on my side doesnt hurt the incisions or anything, BUT its just the strange discomfort again. The weight of gravity on the body makes the incision sites feel very very weird in an abstract way i cant describe. It isnt pain. It feels like a mismatched sensation of some sort. Like if you touched your nose and somehow felt the touch on your knee. Adjacent to this. A very specific sensation sits in all the incision sites and drags down through your mattress to the ground and it feels Weird.

If you get up properly it really doesn't hurt to do so! Use your leg to get yourself fully onto your side, then use your arm to push yourself up into a sitting position.

I am very nervous from when all the good strong hospital meds wear off t_t i heard the day after is a struggle because of dis. but ive got the prescribed pain management on hand (extra strength ibuprofen and tylenol with codeine!! O_O) neow at least ^_^;

OH, AND THE DOCTOR TOOK FOTOS OF MY INSIDES LIKE I ASKED! ^_^ 🫶 I have glossy printed souvenir now! I dont exactly know wtf im looking at but its awesum LOL maybe i will ask for details at the follow up!

#talkys #long post #i always slurp up other ppls experiences...wanted to share mine #bisalp #surgery

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Thank You, Doctor (Miguel O’Hara - Epilogue)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Epilogue

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Word Count: 800

Warnings: deceased family member, pure fluff, implied smut (sorry horndogs, you’ll have to use your imagination)

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The first thing you noticed was the tightness of the air. It felt like you were being compressed as you stepped back onto the streets that used to be your whole world. You’d become so calibrated to the world you’d known the last months, this place now seemed foreign to you.

Not so foreign that you couldn’t find your way to the little church your mother used to drag you to as a kid, dolling you up in the best dress she could afford, letting you smother on lipstick once you’d turned ten to try and incentivize you. You smiled at the memory, walking past the tall oak doors and through the low iron gates that led to the cemetery out back.

You were ashamed at how long it took you to find your mother’s grave, but you did, sitting down in the grass and pulling your knees to your chest.

“You were all I had,” you said, your words swallowed up by the gloomy, overcast sky. “My only place in the world.” You dropped your cheek to your knee, smiling sadly. “Once you were gone, I tried to carve out my own place, but I didn’t fit. I know why now. It wasn’t your fault, or my fault. But now—”

You lifted your head, scooting closer so you could rest your hand on the top of the grave.

“I’ve found a place. Somewhere to belong, Mom. You wouldn’t believe where if I told you,” you laughed. “You always told me love isn’t about passion and fire and adventure. Those are nice, but you said love is about feeling safe. Feeling seen and heard. All those things you never got.” You ran a finger over her name—Captain Mary Y/l/n. “Well, Mom, I think I’ve found that too. Too soon to say, but I’m saying it anyway.”

You touched the flowers on either side of the gravestone, finding them both still fresh. It made sense; as chief of police, your mother had been a beloved pillar of the community. Your world hadn’t been the only one shattered when she passed.

“I just wanted you to know,” you said, standing up and brushing the dirt off your pants. “You only wanted me to be happy. I think I’m getting there, Mom.” You started walking and then paused, turning back over your shoulder. “Also, Dad’s a multiversal criminal from another dimension. Was a multiversal criminal from another dimension, I should say.”

You thought you could hear her laughter in the sudden burst of wind, ruffling the leaves of the few trees poking up through the graveyard.

You were walking away when you felt a sudden stab of pain on your lower back, brushing a spider off of the sliver of skin showing between your shirt and pants. You watched it as it hit the ground, legs twitching. You narrowed your eyes, looked back at the grave.

“You’ve got a sick sense of humor, Mom.”

When you used your new bracelet to portal back to base, it was the dead of night. You didn’t have to think where to go; you’d arrived at the cafeteria before you even knew where you were going.

Miguel stood from his seat at the sight of you, and you smiled.

“I didn’t think—”

“I’d come back so soon?” you said, crossing the room. “I know. But you let me go anyway.”

He simply watched you, still standing as you sat down in the seat across from him.

“I had some goodbyes to give,” you said. “Just one really.”

He slowly sat, eyes scanning over you as if he still didn’t believe you were here. In front of him. “No te merezco,⁸” he said, tilting his head as he watched you. “You still owe me nothing.”

“Then I guess that means we can start over,” you said, reaching out your hand before you. “My name is Doctor Y/n Y/l/n. Pleasure to meet you.”

He grabbed your hand and used the leverage to pull your forwards until your noses were nearly brushing. “Miguel,” he said. “The pleasure’s all mine.” When he kissed you, it was soft. No trace of that half-feral man who’d defended you against your father. He was unremarkably soft, tracing a finger along your jaw as you pulled apart.

“I wouldn’t mind continuing this introduction in your room,” you said, and, finally, his smile sharped into something more wild.

“Whatever you want, mujer implacable.”

When you woke the next morning, you had to slowly untangle yourself from Miguel’s arms, smiling at the way he instinctively reached out, mumbling something incoherent in Spanish. You picked up his t-shirt from the floor and tossed it over yourself, flicking your hair from beneath the collar. That was when you saw yourself in the mirror.

You squinted, stepping closer.

You were bigger, that was for sure. There was muscle definition where there hadn’t been, and you simply stood there, staring. You reached out to touch the mirror, and to your horror, your fingertips stuck to the surface. Your other hand immediately reached for the small bump on your back where the spider had bitten you. You almost laughed.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you said.

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(8) “I don’t deserve you.”

Thanks for reading, folks!

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fic #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara angst #miguel o'hara imagine #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse fanfiction

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meowmeowmeowmeow4x · 5 months

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Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Chapter 14

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MASTAPOST

The smell of Atlantean was getting stronger, Danny kept himself and Damian invisible as they perched atop a cliff looking down at the town. He could hear Damian licking his lips. Kid, you literally just ate! Was he thirsting for vegetables or blood?

“Excellent. With your camouflage, we will be able to infiltrate and extract the resources without any trouble.”

Danny waved his hands to cut off that notion. “Hold up. Who says ‘we’ are going to raid the Atlanteans? Why shouldn’t I just leave you here and come back and we can be on our way?”

Damian frowned, fins rattling in offense. “May I remind you who has more experience in this field?”

“True, but your dad might skin me if he found out that I let you become a glorified sea pirate.”

Damian tutted. “What father doesn’t know will not hurt him. Now go! We are wasting time!”

With that, Damian attached himself to Danny’s hip, practically hooking his claws into Danny’s scales. The bloodthirsty theory was beginning to gain traction in Danny’s mind, what with how the kid was audibly purring despite Danny not giving any touches at that moment.

Danny let his invisibility wash over his scales, turning his body from translucent to being one with the water, his powers seeping into Damian’s body and hiding him from view too. Hopefully Aquaman wouldn’t be too upset with them.

The boys approached the Atlantean town from above. Danny’s lateral line pinged dozens olf times. Civilians wandered the streets, peddling wares and chatting about the day. On the far side, trainees tossed javelins and practiced archery while an instructor yelled commands at them.

“There.” Damian whispered. The boy tugged on Danny’s fins, and Danny followed the direction to where the market was. “I believe I spotted a cartographer in the crowd. We should be able to obtain our prize from him.”

As Danny descended and swam just over head of the Atlanteans, his ear fins prickled. Chatter in Atlantean filled the water, none of which Danny could parse out. Hell, even his Pacific Siren was pretty choppy, a fact that Sam endlessly teased him about. Ocean languages were tricky! It wasn’t his fault!

Whatever, point is, Danny spotted the guy. Thin, stocky, wearing a dark blue overcoat and tunic, fit with undersea glasses, carrying rolled up paper underarm. The man shuffled into a small corner shop on the street, a good distance away from the bigger crowd in the market. Danny crept up behind him, careful not to bump into any one.

The shop was nothing impressive, just a humble joint probably frequented by travelers or whatever. Maps of the world decorated the walls, accompanied by globes atop display cases that contained even more charts of the local area. The owner kept his back to them as he bent over a bench and filed away his new acquisitions.

“Now, while his back is turned.” Damian whispered.

Danny swam into the shop through the doorway, careful not to make a single sound. The shopkeeper hummed. Danny compressed his hand through the tiny slit of the display case. He reformed it to its proper size on the inside. He grabbed the closest map and spread his invisibility to it, before pulling it out.

The shopkeeper turned around. Danny’s gills stilled. The man stared at the spot where the map had just been, eyes quirked up. He was none the wiser as Danny turned tail, and exited the shop in swift fashion.

Once out of earshot, Danny let himself relax a little. “Welp, time to get outta here then.”

Damian poked him in the side (thankfully below the gills; that would hurt) and chittered. “Negative.”

“What do you mean negative? We got exactly what you wanted?”

“Not yet. Look.”

…

“You know you’re still invisible, right? I can’t see what you’re pointing at.”

“The seahorses!”

Danny’s face blanched. “You wanna eat the seahorses??”

He felt a whack on his sail. “No, you buffoon. I would like to pet them.”

This kid’s priorities. “If you haven’t noticed, we’re kind of in enemy territory here.”

“I am aware, but I have never pet a seahorse before, and I may not get another opportunity like this again.”

Danny’s jaw gaped open. “If you haven’t noticed, there’s an entire ocean ahead of us.”

“Don’t condescend to me. The seahorses are in our vicinity, and there is no guarantee we will come across another school on our journey. Therefore, we go to them now.”

In all honesty, he should’ve expected the kid to be distracted by his love of animals. Hell, Danny could even relate with his own obsession with astronomy.

“Fiiiiine. But I have a bad feeling about this.”

And so Danny flipped fins and brought Damian to the seahorses, as requested. The little things were floating around a coral reef within the town borders, surrounded by a fence. Architectural features like these always reminded him of Dora’s rants about how Atlanteans were essentially humans, and he could see why. What was the point of a fence when everyone and their mother could just swim over it?

Case in point: Danny right now.

Danny lay down on his belly in the sand, keeping a hand on Damian’s shoulder to keep the invisibility flowing. The sea horses swarmed over him, poking curiously at his fins, sensing the disturbance but not seeing it. One particularly brave seahorse even brushed its tail along his gills. Danny had to bite his lip to avoid gasping or giggling from the ticklish sensation. Damian didn’t say anything, but he seemed to be having the time of his life, with how the seahorses’ manes creased from the kid’s touch.

If Danny flexed his ear fins, he could even pick up the slightest cooing sound from the kid. If he could see the younger guppy’s face, he bet it would be split in a huge grin. Then again, Damian didn’t seem the type to express positive emotion so openly like that, but who knows? Maybe the invisibility’s lowering his inhibitions?

A foot brushed his dorsal fin. Danny gasped from the sudden rough touch on his sensitive fin. Dammit!

Maybe he was the one who should’ve remembered they were in enemy territory.

A child gasped, mouth gaped open as she stared at where his tailfin was. Danny pulled Damian back, getting ready to take off. Yeah this was the part where they got the hell out of dodge.

Only for the girl to lean down and poke him. Right in the gills. Ow.

Danny yelped in shock. His body snapped back into the visible spectrum as the little girl went saucer eyed. Outside the fence, an Atlantean woman stood stunned as she blinked owlishly at them.

He chuckled. “Well, thanks for letting us pet your seahorses, but we really gotta go, so see ya-”

“SIIREEEENNNNNNS!!!!!”

Well fuck.

Sam slammed her fist against the punching bag. Every yell brought forth primal rage, and righteous anger. In her mind’s eye, Vlad’s face ate every punch and crunched with every kick. Skulker’s smug mug got caved in. And most of all, Danny’s fucking parents. Her fucking parents.

Didn’t take Superman to hear them screaming upstairs. Hurling accusations, badmouthing Danny for the six hundred and fiftieth time. “Oh how could he lead our precious Sammykins astray like this?” As if they didn’t do that already!

And now she was grounded. Put on house arrest, even. Tucker shared a similar fate. That just left Jazz to monitor the situation. Luckily, Tuck prepared secret burner phones for them for this exact scenario.

Being grounded also meant they couldn’t search for Danny again. In all likelihood he had probably skipped town. Tucker’s forays into the GiW’s servers showed they were still on the lookout, so that was something to be relieved by. If only she and Tuck actually knew what was going on!

She growled and then transitioned into another scream. How the hell did the Fentons even know where to look for them!?

The anger melted away into anxiety. The conversation replayed in her mind. Half the time she wasn’t even sure what she was saying. That was so close. One slip-up and she would’ve landed Danny on the dissection table, not that the result they got was much better. Danny still had a target on his back, and no one could be blamed for it but her. Six months ago while they were just teenagers in over their heads, the idea of caped heroes coming in to save their asses seemed like a dream.

But now? Bruce Wayne funded the Justice League. The fucking Justice. League. It was like Paulina getting a poor girl who bumped into her suspended because of her dad’s wealth. Only replace the poor girl getting suspended with Danny being turned into scientific sushi by the Goons in White, or even worse: his parents.

Oh, and she pissed him off even more. Sam banged her head against the punching back.

Danny was strong. She was strong. Tucker was strong. They had faith in each other. But as yesterday’s hack proved, there were far, far bigger fish in the ocean. And she would destroy anyone who heard her admit it, but part of her was terrified.

Sam retreated to her room, not even sparing her arguing parents a glance. Once in the safety of her private sanctuary, she retrieved her spell book, and began to research anew. She needed to be in tip-top shape to help Danny and Damian Wayne get home. They were going to contact her and Tucker any day now, and she needed to be ready for it.

Please be ok, Danny.

Maddie finished the last of the software updates to the Fenton Sonars, resetting them and reversing the damage Tucker had done. What were they thinking?! Aiding and abetting some of the most dangerous creatures on the planet. All those PSAs and lectures she knew he had sat in on with Danny and the takeaway he had was to play superhero with a savage beast?!

The sonars pinged. Just as she suspected. No sign of Phantom near Amity. The GiW hadn’t found crap in however many hours of search in the surrounding waters, so the bastard probably fled with his tail between his… tail. Maddie scoffed. Some hero.

But that was perfectly fine by her, because she had Phantom’s hydroplasmic signature.

Switching programs, she accessed the Fenton Satellite’s computer programming. One key stroke later, and Phantom’s signature beamed up to the Fenton Satellite. Maddie grinned darkly.

“You finished over there, Maddie?” Jack asked. Glow torch sparks lit up behind her and cast the lab in stark shadow.

“Yes sweetie, now all that we need left is the hardware.”

On the workbench, Jack carefully welded their newest creation. She took up the spot beside him, and began slotting components in as they transitioned to working in perfect harmony together. Jack glanced at her, and she passed over the wrench. A nano-battery array here. A forty-inch radar dish there. A custom Fenton piston set over there. With two children on the line, they worked round the clock. They tested their new inventions rigorously, then broke them down to rebuild them better.

Phantom won’t know what hit him.

#dpxdc #danny fenton #merman #damian wayne #dcxdp #merboy #angst #mermaid au #maddie fenton #jack fenton #sam manson #good parents jack and maddie #damian wants to pet the seahorses #let him pet!!

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Secret Oath Chapter 5

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marco bott x fem!reader

18+ mdni

word count: 5k

chapter warnings: mentions of underage drinking, sexual innuendo, brief bi panic, reader sits in a shopping cart and conditions her hair

a/n: made it in just under the 2 year mark with a new update. guys...

♪ farewell andromeda (welcome to my morning) by john denver

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When you’re not chasing grade schoolers from place to place, there are only so many things to do at camp. After hiking, swimming, reading, and just generally hanging out around a campfire in your free time, you tend to get a little desperate for a change of pace. With a little planning ahead, Ymir has secured everybody a night off for a Wal-Mart trip, and by the end of a long week, the idea of hitting up the only nearby grocery store is genuinely as exciting as a ticket to Disneyland.

Camp Shiganshina is at least fifteen square miles from anywhere, so walking to town is out of the question. You spend dinnertime trying to figure out the carpool situation, and it turns out not everyone is coming along. Bertholdt twisted his ankle playing basketball, so he’s staying in the cabin for rest, ice, compression, and elevation on Nanaba’s orders. Eren and Mikasa also decline for unknown reasons, but they’re always weird like that, and only Jean seems disappointed. That leaves seven of you, and there’s only one vehicle in the parking lot that can fit that many passengers.

Erwin is surprisingly chill with the idea of letting you borrow the company van. “Why take two cars when you can all fit in there?” he reasoned when you, Reiner, and Hitch went to ask him together. “There’s no sense wasting your gas, and you’ll be safer if you all stick together.”

“Don’t worry, sir. I’ll make sure everybody’s taken care of,” says Reiner, flexing so hard you hear a thread snap in his t-shirt.

Erwin laughs, big and exuberant and sincere. “Of course! You have my trust.”

After running back to the cabin to toss your wallet and other necessities in a bag, you meet in the parking lot outside the mess hall. Erwin and Miche are leaning against the front of the van chatting while everyone loads up. Hitch dances her way over to them, holding out a hand to Erwin. “Keys, please!”

Erwin dangles a keychain as old as the vehicle itself above her palm before quirking a thick brow at her. “You are not to go over 55 miles per hour on the state route. You are not to exceed 35 on the side roads. And everyone wears their seatbelts. Understood?”

Perhaps startled by his serious tone, Hitch dials herself back. “Yes, sir.” He smiles and nods as he drops the keys in her hand, and she scuttles away to the driver’s seat.

Miche nudges you with his elbow. “Will you text me when you get there safe?”

You roll your eyes, hiding how sweet you find it. “Whatever, dad.” He makes a face at you. You stick out your tongue.

“Hey loser, you got bitch seat,” Ymir calls for you out the sliding door of the van.

You whirl around. “Historia is the smallest, why can’t she sit in the back?”

“We drew straws or something, I don’t know. Got a problem with that?” You’re used to the sass, but when she nods her head to the back of the van, it clicks. Marco and Jean sit on opposite ends of the third row bench seat—of course the middle is reserved for you.

You squeeze your way between the two bucket seats in the middle row, making sure to step and lean on Ymir as much as possible as you climb over her, just to be annoying. Tucking your bag between your feet, you manage to wedge yourself between the boys, shoulder to shoulder.

“Cozy,” you chuckle.

Jean reaches for the handle above the side window, making a little more space between you. “It’s not that far, at least.”

You pat behind both hips looking for your seat belt before you realize Marco is sitting on it. You start to reach for it, freezing only inches from his ass. “Uh, Marco. Can you scoot—”

Marco looks down where your leg is pressed against his. “Oh yeah! Uh…”

He twists as far as he can, already buckled, trying to lift his hip out of your way. You reach under him quickly, but your knuckles definitely drag across his back pocket. You click your buckle and then sit stiff as a board, hyper-aware of the fact that you fully touched his butt.

“Jesus Christ,” Jean mutters, sending you and Marco into a fit of laughter as Hitch backs out of the parking spot.

The first several minutes of the drive are spent messing with the music. Ymir shouts for Reiner to switch over to the radio, but every time he tries, it switches itself back to the tape deck after a few seconds. The cassette won’t eject, so your options are a John Denver single or silence.

“Leave it, this is a great song!” Historia begs. Neither Ymir nor Reiner will say no to her, but at least it’s Take Me Home Country Roads.

You’re a little embarrassed at first, but Marco nudges you after the first chorus. “Come on, I know you know the words. Everybody knows this song!”

You can feel your cheeks burning. “You just wanna make me sing.”

“Maybe I do.”

Historia is already singing, and when you start, so does Marco. Jean pipes up, and so does Reiner, and soon, everyone is belting the chorus.

There are only two songs on the cassette, and the B-side must have been less popular, because nobody knows the words to it. The van quiets down, but Marco still hums along. When you give him a surprised look, he blushes.

“My mom loves John Denver. I recognize the melody.”

It’s funny when Take Me Home repeats and prompts a second singalong, but by the fourth time the tape flips over, no one is singing anymore. Hitch turns the volume down to a faint rumble, and before long, you pull into the nearly empty parking lot of the Wal-Mart.

You stumble out of the back seat, thankful to stretch your legs after being crammed in so tight. You shoot off a text to Miche, letting him know you made it to the store with no casualties, to which he replies k thx kid. You could truly gag.

“Do we need a cart?” Reiner asks as you approach the giant sliding doors.

“Better get a couple,” you reply, pulling one from the stack. You know you want to buy snacks, grab a couple packs of Gatorade, and probably beg Ymir to get you some alcohol to smuggle away, and you’re not carrying all that around by yourself.

“Is there, like, no one here?” Jean asks, stepping through the second set of doors. “I swear it feels like it’s closed.”

“Relax, there are other cars outside.” Ymir rides her cart past him like a scooter, pumping her foot for a few paces before jumping on the bottom rail and gliding down the center aisle.

“What do we need to get?” Historia asks, scrambling after her.

“I’m heading for food and drinks,” you announce, pointing your cart toward the grocery section. Marco and Jean drift that way along with you.

“I need another pair of flip flops,” says Hitch. She and Reiner start to head the other way, where you’re sure she’ll find much more than just a pair of flip flops.

“I’m out of shampoo,” says Historia.

“And I want one of those things that you can make a grilled cheese with over the campfire. Everyone get what you want and then meet back at the pharmacy. And…go!” Ymir takes a running start, then rides her shopping cart out of sight as you head for the groceries.

You lose Jean somewhere around the Pop Tarts.

“Where did he go? Wasn’t he just behind us?” Marco asks, pushing the cart beside you in the beverage aisle.

“Either he wandered off or he’s looking for us just as fast as we’re looking for him.” You stop to heave a twelve pack of purple Gatorade on the bottom rack of the cart, making the whole thing rattle. You try to hide how heavy you’re breathing as you reach up toward the top shelf for another multi-pack.

“Want me to get those for you?” Marco asks.

“Sure, grab a pack of blue ones, please.”

Marco loads them under the cart for you, then takes the handle with a smirk. “Woah, this is super bottom-heavy now. Gonna need to counterbalance with something.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Counterbalance?”

Marco chuckles. “Just get in the cart. You know you want to.”

“Ride in the cart? What am I, five?” You scoff, fully pretending that you don’t want to take him up on the offer.

“If we’re going to find Jean before Ymir destroys the pharmacy out of boredom, we gotta pick up the pace.”

You poke him in the chest. “Sir, you are being especially wild tonight.”

“Must be the fluorescents.”

Marco holds the cart steady while you flop inside the main basket. It’s a tight squeeze, but when you dangle your feet out of the front, it’s almost comfortable. Once you’re situated, Marco pushes you down a few more aisles while you point out the snacks you want, and he piles them on top of you.

Armed with fruit snacks, cheese crackers, and a bottle of pre-made margaritas to make Ymir buy for you, Marco zips down the dessert aisle and grabs three boxes of Little Debbies. ”Guilty pleasure” he says with a bashful shrug. “I swear I’m not going to eat them all in one sitting.”

“I didn’t assume so, but hey, no judgment here.” You shrug, motioning at the mountain of snacks in your lap. You’re not terribly concerned with eating clean and healthy every day this summer, especially not when you’re sweating buckets and trudging up and down the hill all day anyway.

Marco laughs. “Maybe when I was sixteen and super active. But now I think that would end me.”

“Oh?” You can’t help it—you’re insanely curious. “Were you a jock in high school?”

Marco rubs the back of his neck. “I’m not sure I’d say that, but I played hockey for a long time.”

While you’d spent many afternoons daydreaming about him in football pads or tight baseball pants, something about the thought of Marco in a hockey uniform just makes sense. “Oh wow, hockey’s a big deal where you’re from, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, in Minnesota, it’s super popular. A lot of kids start playing pretty young.”

“Do you still play? I’ll admit, I don’t really know anything about hockey but I think it looks pretty cool.”

“I play on the university’s club team during the school year. We travel and play against other schools, but we’re a step below the official team. It’s fun, but none of us are going pro, you know?” Marco’s cheeks turn a strawberry pink, his eyes falling to the shelves of cereal boxes beside him. “Maybe you can come to a game sometime.”

“I absolutely will. I want to see you body check someone.” You’re giddy just thinking about it.

That makes Marco laugh. “Maybe if you’re lucky.”

You round the corner of the next aisle and finally find Jean with a tub of pretzels under one arm and a case of Red Bull under the other. He notices you laughing and riding in the cart, and he gives you a look.

“Um. Where am I supposed to put these?”

“Here, fine, but you have to help me get out.”

“Don’t crush my zebra cakes!” Marco pleads.

Jean puts down his snacks and pulls you up out of the basket while Marco holds onto the cart, making sure you don’t get dumped out on the floor. Once Jean’s stuff takes your place, the three of you head for the pharmacy.

You find Ymir in personal care, waiting with the cart while Historia picks out hair products. Their basket is full of sheet masks, candy, a fleece blanket, and four of those sandwich irons Ymir wanted. When you pull up next to her, she invites herself to poke around in your cart.

“Are you feeding an army?”

“No, just stocking up.” Shooing her hands away, you slide the booze into her cart. “A gift from you to me.”

“Wow, ok. How presumptuous.” She fakes a scoff, but you know she doesn’t mind or care.

“Oh. I thought you wanted me to get that for you,” Marco says. “I guess it doesn’t matter who buys it but—”

You don’t really intend to cut him off, but you’re surprised. “I didn’t think you were 21.”

“I wasn’t… until last week.”

“Marco!” You can’t stop yourself. It just comes out.

“What?”

“Was it your birthday last week?”

Marco looks nervous. Almost frightened.

“Yeah.”

You push the cart out of the way to get closer. “Your twenty-first birthday?”

“Yeah?”

“And you didn’t tell us?” You’re yelling. You’re in the middle of a practically deserted Wal-Mart Superstore at 11 o’clock at night, and you’re yelling.

“Oh my god, yes,” Marco laughs, incredulous. “I didn’t want anybody to make a big deal about it. Now please calm down before you get carded and we all get in trouble.” He’s right, you’re causing a scene, and it makes your own cheeks burn. You don’t intend to forget about this, though.

“Well shit,” Ymir quips. She reaches for the margarita bottle and shoves it into Marco’s hands. “Then you can buy the lady her liquor.”

“Yes ma’am.” Marco puts the bottle back in your cart.

Ymir pretends to gag. “Do not call me that.”

“Hey, kids!” Hitch sails by into the next aisle, waving, Reiner hurriedly following her with their nearly full cart. You all follow, rounding the corner before you realize you’re congregating in front of the contraception. It shouldn’t be a big deal—you’re adults, after all—but it’s not easy to be totally mature looking at a wall of condoms, especially with this group.

Hitch picks out a box of ultra thins, remarking, “For me,” as if you all really needed to know. Then she reaches for a box of magnums. Just as soon as you start to raise an eyebrow, she declares, “And for Bertie.”

“He wanted you to buy him condoms?” Reiner asks, sounding genuinely dumbfounded. Meanwhile, Marco looks pointedly at the tampons on the opposite side of the aisle, and Jean snickers like a complete dork.

“No,” Hitch smirks. “But he told me Annie is visiting next week. Gotta make sure he’s prepared.”

Ymir scoffs. “Fucking gross that they package those in gold like your jumbo dong is some sort of prize.” Then she reaches up to one of the higher shelves, asking nonchalantly, “Hey, baby, do you want warming lube this time? I think we’re almost out.”

It’s the kind of deeply intimate detail she normally has no problem sharing, but almost as soon as she says it, she freezes.

Reiner loudly clears his throat. “Who are you talking to?”

Nobody moves.

“Um.” Ymir rocks on her heels. Her eyes jump from person to person, searching. “Uh, Jean—”

Jean snorts. “Not even—”

“Ew. You’re right, that’s disgusting.”

“She was talking to me, Reiner,” Historia explains calmly. “Ymir is my girlfriend.”

Reiner barks out a laugh, but it fades quickly. He seems to realize she’s not joking just as Hitch and Jean fall apart, giggling. You have half a mind to abandon all your snacks and go hide in the van, you’re so secondhand embarrassed. You should never have gone along with this.

Ymir crosses her arms proudly and leans against Historia’s side, though you’re not really sure if Ymir is winning or losing her own game anymore.

Hitch, pulling herself together, pats Reiner on the back. “Let’s go check out so we can get out of here.”

Fixing his own face, Reiner stammers, “Yeah. We should… yeah.” Almost tenderly, Hitch puts a hand on the front of their shopping cart, steering Reiner toward the registers as he follows behind.

Historia’s hands drop to her hips, and she gives Ymir a look. “Are you happy now?”

Ymir shrugs. “Pretty much.” Huffing, Historia takes off with their cart.

“Meet you at the front, baby girl,” Ymir calls.

Marco, his face beet red, reaches for your cart, but Ymir blocks one of the front wheels with her foot.

“Hold on, birthday boy.” She grabs a basic box of condoms and pushes it into Marco’s hands. His fingers don’t close around it—he drops it on the floor like it’s on fire.

Ymir snatches the box and shoves it back at him. “You’re gonna need these, trust me,” she snorts, and that familiar, overwhelming urge to smother her washes over you.

Marco, cheeks burning, flaps his lips a few times, but no words come out. Slowly, like he’s thinking hard, he puts the box back on the shelf.

You look away, your stomach dropping. You get that he’s embarrassed—Ymir is crossing a lot of lines—and it’s not like you didn’t pack a box of condoms in your suitcase, so you’ll have some if you need them. But now, you just want to get out of here because if you let yourself think about it for one more second, it’ll hit you all at once that Marco is just a really nice person who was never actually flirting with you and doesn’t like you back.

You allow yourself one last glance over your shoulder to see if Marco is coming with your cart before you go lay in the road and wait for traffic.

Your breath catches when you see him drop a black and gold box, identical to the one Hitch picked out for Bert, into the cart.

Screaming in your head, you power walk past the checkout. Marco will have to pay for everything because there’s alcohol in the cart, so you wait by the exit like an idiot while trying to act casual, but really, how can you? You’ve only thought about Marco’s dick print a few hundred times, and those condoms practically confirm that he’s really and truly packing. And you want it. You want him so bad—

“Ready?” You blink and Marco is there, everything bagged up and ready to go.

Ymir walks by behind him, silently mouthing, “Jumbo,” and you don’t know whether to thank her or kill her where she stands. You hope neither registers on your face.

In the parking lot, you help Marco load the bags into the van. Now you’re the immature one, wondering which bag the condoms are in, whether they’re touching your Gatorades. You hope to god he bagged them with his damn zebra cakes so you don’t have to negotiate some kind of awkward, presumptuous handoff. He’s definitely smart enough for that. Of course he is.

When you buckle in for the ride home, it’s quiet in the van. Only Hitch talks over her shoulder to Historia about the big game of flashlight tag that Moblit and Hange have organized for tomorrow night. Ymir yawns heavily, and you’re pretty sure Jean already nodded off with his head against the window.

Reiner is silent in the passenger’s seat—if he’s not back to himself by tomorrow, you’re rounding everyone up to apologize. It was mean, what Ymir did to him, and you’re all pretty complicit. But sometimes Reiner bounces back from his moods miraculously, and sometimes he doesn’t. You’ll just have to wait and see what you’re dealing with in the morning.

The John Denver tape plays softly from the speakers. Beside you, Marco hums along, his long legs crammed in behind Ymir’s seat. Just as the silence is about to cross from uncomfortable to unbearable, Marco slowly but deliberately reaches out, lightly covering your hand from where it rests on your knee.

You curl into his side, and he starts to sing a little louder, just enough so that you can hear.

“Welcome to my evening, the closing of the day. I could try a million times, never find a better way.”

Before the drive earlier, you’d never heard this song. Now, upwards of six repeats in, you know at least some of the words—enough to mumble along a little with him. The chorus is familiar by now, an easy refrain of la la las that everyone who’s still awake can jump into.

Even if it’s a little awkward, at least you’re all either singing or snoring.

It wasn’t long ago that Marco told you that he felt safe with you. With your head on his shoulder and your hand wrapped in his, you’re sure you feel the same about him.

Before your first alarm goes off the next morning, you wake to the hushed sounds of Historia chasing Ymir out of bed. You can’t make out any clear words, just whispering and grumbling, but after a minute or two, the bed creaks. You roll over and crack an eye open just in time to see Ymir pull on her shoes and slip out the door.

You try to snooze a few more minutes before your alarm goes off, but it’s fruitless. Everyone is starting to rustle themselves awake, so you figure you might as well just get up and shower. Quietly, you gather your things and head out.

You pass the lodge on the way to the showers, where you spot Ymir on the upper balcony, sharing a porch swing with Reiner. They rock slowly, overlooking the hill that leads down to the lake. Good. As stubborn as Ymir is, you’re almost positive she’s up there apologizing. You hope he’s not taking everything too hard. Sometimes his feelings can be too big for him.

You leave them be and take a slightly longer shower than usual, your mind drifting back to Marco and the way he held your hand. You make sure to really take your time conditioning your hair and scrubbing down with your scented body wash. It’s silly, but you feel like you’re right on the precipice of something with him, and you want to look as nice as possible for it. As if it’ll last in this humidity.

It’s a quiet morning when you return to the cabin to get dressed. Mikasa is already gone to do the wake-up calls (with Eren, because he can’t be trusted to get up on his own, let alone rouse everyone else). You expect a subdued breakfast. Maybe everyone who was at the store last night does.

Marco meets you at the front of the mess hall holding two styrofoam coffee cups. You’re getting used to the sight, but as you sit down next to him at the table, you see Jean already has his first cup. Marco hands his second cup to you.

“Oh, thank you. Does it–”

“Two sugars,” he says, and your heart squeezes. You try not to take it as a marriage proposal.

Glancing around, you don’t see the one person you were worried about. “Does anyone know where–” you’re about to ask, but you’re interrupted by a shockingly loud voice at the other end of the room.

You’re used to Erwin’s startling morning announcements. What you’re not ready for is Reiner standing at the fireplace next to him, smiling with all his teeth, shouting, “Good morning!” to the campers instead.

The campers look up, and Reiner doesn’t even have to give instructions. He simply points to the left side of the room, takes a big breath, and starts singing the first part of Down by the Bay, off-key but with heaps of enthusiasm. Erwin, pointing to his side of the room, comes in quickly with the echo, and the campers erupt. They’ve been working on the song in Nifa’s music lessons since the first week of camp, and they’re thrilled to sing it as a giant group.

You lean your chair back on two legs to ask Ymir, “What did you say to him?”

She simply shrugs over the bowl of cereal she’s already poured herself. “Don’t look at me. You know what he’s like at the asscrack of dawn. I didn’t say anything.”

“Liar,” you tease. She sticks her tongue out at you.

For all intents and purposes, Reiner does seem fine. But you saw the look on his face the night before. You can’t help but worry he’s just putting on a mask.

You could send in a professional to get all the details from Reiner. Unfortunately, Hitch is posted up next to Erwin with a thermos of coffee, so she’s not going anywhere for the foreseeable.

Instead, you scurry up to Reiner yourself after breakfast and steer him out into the parking lot. “Hey. Are you ok?”

Reiner chuckles and scratches the back of his head. “What do you mean? I’m great.”

When you give him a look, he sighs. “All right, listen. Yeah, I was kind of messed up last night. But I thought about it, and I talked to Ymir this morning. The whole thing was partially my fault anyway.”

“Huh?”

“Deep down, I always knew the two of them had something going on. I didn’t know they were actually dating, but I ignored the obvious signs on purpose. I think I was just trying to distract myself from…”

He kicks the dirt, eyes cast down. “You know what you said about those snaps Galliard was sending me?”

“I remember.” You’re careful to answer evenly, as excited as you are about where you think this is leading. You don’t want to freak him out.

“Well, I sent some back. And it turned into a whole thing. Because I think I like it.” Reiner hesitates between every sentence. “But instead of thinking about how that made me feel, I wanted to flirt with someone else. A girl. Because I don’t have to think as much about that.”

You give his shoulder a squeeze. “You didn’t do anything wrong. But you know, if you want to flirt with boys too, you can.”

Reiner clears his throat. “Is that… ok?” He asks so earnestly, it almost breaks your heart. He’s not asking if it bothers you; he’s asking for reassurance. For someone to give him permission.

“Yes. And if you need someone to talk to, you can talk to me. Or Ymir. Or Jean, or anyone. Nobody is going to be mad at you. I’m pretty sure Porco would be thrilled, actually.”

Before you can take another breath, Reiner wraps you in a bear hug. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you wheeze. “But you’re kind of crushing me.”

Reiner lets go, laughing. You both know you need to get moving to your next activity block. Reiner skips a few paces ahead, turning backwards to face you. “Gotta go. I have a wiffle ball game to win.”

“Go get ‘em!” Yeah. He’s going to be ok.

When the late June sun sets over the hill, you meet Hange and Moblit at the back door of the lodge. After making sure all the campers have a working flashlight (thanks to Hange’s messenger bag full of spare batteries), Moblit lays out the rules, and they’re all off into the dark to chase each other around.

It’s your job to hang around the perimeter of camp and make sure none of the campers go out-of-bounds into the woods or by the lake. With your own flashlight pointed down at the ground, you walk the path just past the tree line. When you hear a rustle in the leaves, you flick your light up, ready to point some little feet back toward the lodge.

Instead, you find a certain tall, broad, and dorky counselor stumbling out of the trees, the leg of his jeans caught in a prickly bush.

“Please help,” Marco chuckles.

While he points his flashlight at his ankle, you crouch down and shake his pant leg free.

“Thank you.” You can just make out his outline in the dark, shaded by the trees, but you can hear in his voice how hard he’s smiling.

“Any time.” You realize how close you’re standing, how much electricity hangs between you as you laugh awkwardly. You’ve never felt this alone with him before. You want something. Anything.

You lean a little closer, and he lingers, not pulling away. A hot wave of breathlessness washes over you, and you rise onto your toes, one hand ghosting over the back of his neck.

“Marco,” you whisper.

His flashlight hits the ground. Both of his big hands rest on the small of your back, and he pulls you in, capturing your bottom lip with his mouth, urgent but soft. You can’t help yourself. You throw both arms over his shoulders and squeeze, pressing your body against his, so close you can feel the pounding in his chest.

He gasps before deepening the kiss, letting your tongue slip past his lips. There’s nothing to say as you hold on a little too desperately, wrapped up in each other in the dark.

When you finally break apart, Marco is trembling. “I really, really like you.”

“I really, really hoped so.” You press one more light kiss against the hint of his collarbone that peeks out over the collar of his t-shirt.

Peals of laughter and flashlight beams from a few meters away startle you, and you hop back as a few campers chase after each other on the other side of the trees.

Marco retrieves his flashlight, and you wish you could see how hard he’s blushing. Instead, you give his hand a little tug. He laces his fingers between yours and gives a reassuring squeeze. “Come on,” you tease. “We should pay attention.” You have the rest of the summer to figure this out. Right now, you have a job to do.

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aokoaoi · 2 years

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could I request a ao'nung fic where the reader is a sully sister and when he takes lo'ak out beyond the reef she follows along and he panics when he gets back realising shes missing coz he secretly loveeeees her

thankuuu sm hope u have an amazing day!!!!!

ao'nung x fem!reader.

◗ pairing's :: ao'nung x fem!reader.

◗ warning's :: avatar the way of water spoilers. near death experience. mentions of near death. vulgar language.

◗ author's note :: i just feasted on a bunch of ao'nung edits, im still not full. ty for requesting<3!

Ao'nung bubbles with laughter with his friends as they returned to the village, one of the boys hands coming to give him a boyish pat on the shoulders before they all part ways. The chief's son walks on the paths of the woven materials, his eyes catching the sight of the Omaticaya mother frantically asking the whereabouts of her daughters presence.

The boy decided to listen in sneakily, hearing how you were following Lo'ak when he was going to apologize to Ao'nung and his other bruised friends. The grin on his face drops when he realized what happened, looking back at the direction where he lead Lo'ak outside the reefs.

Neteyam catches the sight of Ao'nung, his jaw clenching as he approached the chief's son with furiousness.

"You." The eldest son spat out, venom lacing his voice.

You spot Lo'ak underwater, holding his knife with one hand as he stands up for himself against the Akula swiftly swimming towards him. Before the Akula can get to him, you swam your Ilu towards him, snatching him from his place as the air was knocked out of his lungs in process.

He glances at the person who just saved him from his misery, and immediately see's his sister. He glanced behind you, seeing the Akula gaining on your tails faster. You ducked down into the water, and at the corner of his eyes he saw a ginormous sea creature harshly crush the Akula against a rock.

You feel the boy harshly twitching in your hold, making it known to you that he is losing air by seconds. You pulled your Ilu up, gesturing it to go back to the surface. You glanced at your brother, seeing him struggling to keep his breath as you both neared the surface of the water.

He faints in your hold just as soon as you both reached the air, leaving his body to limp by your side. You pulled him off you, two fingers coming up to his neck as toy checked his pulse. You panicked for a while, trying to lay down his body on your Ilu more properly so you can preform car on him.

Your eyes widened as the same large sea creature emerged from the water beside you, eyeing you with observing eyes. You see it emerged its fin from below you, making your Ilu yelp as it fried to escape from the Tulkun's fin, going back into the water. You held your brother in your arms as you were now sitting down on the Tulkun's fins, hesitantly placing him down on the fin.

The Tulkun makes a bellowing noise, and you flinched, nodding your head as if you understood what it said. You laid your brother beside you, hands placing on his chest as you started the compressions, remembering what your father said to you just in case something happened.

After thirty chest compressions, you pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing into his mouth two times before going back to chest compressions. After a few while, Lo'ak finally comes back, choking the water out of his mouth as he harshly let's out a gasp. He shifts in his position, looking around his surroundings with wide eyes.

"Oh, thank Eywa." You sighed, looking at him in concern. "Brother, are you alright?" You placed a hand on his back, watching as he looked at you with wide eyes.

"Am I in heaven..?"

You pursed your lips with a tired sigh, shaking your head. "No, you skxawng. What were you thinking?" You scolded him, contemplating whether or not you should slap him. He only groans, rolling his eyes, "Sis, I almost died and the first thing you do is act like dad?"

"Yes! Idiot, why in the ever living hell would you go outside the reefs with that boy?" You continued to scold him out of worry. You stopped when you see him look down, as if tired by your antics.

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm just worried for you." You apologized with a sigh, rubbing his arm reassuringly. He nods, looking at you. "How did you know where we went?" He then asks you, curios as well.

"I followed you."

"Yikes." He winced, embarrassed of the fact you probably heard the reason why he went out the reefs with Ao'nung. You were both distracted by a sound of another bellowing, and Lo'ak shifts closer to you, as if frightened by the sound.

"Holy shit." His eyes followed the sight of the Tulkun's body, eyes wide as he continued to stick close to you. "You're a tulkun." He says, looking at the creature in awe. He turns to you, slightly grinning as if saying 'are you seeing this?'

You chuckled at him, looking at the Tulkun in amusement as well. "You saved our life. Thank you." The boy says, nearing the Tulkun to look at it in the eyes. He signs the words either his hands, repeating his gratefulness to express it to the Tulkun.

The Tulkun let's out a few animalistic sounds, making you and your brother share a laugh. "Buddy, I have no idea what you just said" He states, smiling at the Tulkun. Then the Tulkun looks at the stub on his fin, making you notice of it as well.

"Oh, poor thing." You cooed sympathetically, touching the Tulkun's fins as if comforting him. "They hurt you, didn't they?" You questioned the Tulkun, watching as he made more noises as if communicating. You and Lo'ak looked at eachother, as if thinking the same thing.

"We'll try to pull it out." Lo'ak says, raising one foot up in a more comfortable position. Lo'ak tried to pull out the rusty stub, but was unfortunately getting jambed. You dropped yourself into the water, swimming down into the Tulkun's fin as you neared the end of the stub. You grabbed the attachment of it, twisting it around until it was off.

You swam back into the surface, watching as Lo'ak pulled off the thing, throwing it down at the pits of the ocean. Lo'ak emerged from the water, smiling at the Tulkun. "Friends?" He says, signing his words at the creature.

The animal let's out low raspy whistles, and Lo'ak grinned. "That's right, we're friends!" He laughs. You grinned at their interaction, but that grin immediately fell when you were pushed down into the water by the Tulkun's fins. You looked at Lo'ak, confused, you both turned to the Tulkun as it swam in a circle, letting out the same whistling the Ilu's make.

You clapped at the Tulkun's actions, smiling delightly as you were amused.

You were laying on the Tulkun's back after a tiring day spent with him and Lo'ak, looking up at the stars as you listened to him and the creature talk.

"You know, my dad came from the star. That one, right there." He points at one of the stars. You looked at where ge was pointing as well, smiling at the mention of your dear father. You turned on your belly, caressing the Tulkun's back with a delighted grin as you heard it let out small whistles.

"Lo'ak!" Your ear twitched at the yell, looking at the direction to where it came from. You turned to see a few clan members and their Tsurak or Ilu's, their torches exposing their locations. You snapped to look at Lo'ak, patting him in the shoulder.

"Lo'ak, we've got to go."

He looks at you confused, "Why?" He questioned, upset. You bobbed your head at the directions of the clan searching for you two. And in timing your name was loudly called out.

"Go, I will see you again." Lo'ak signed at the Tulkun, rushing his movements as you walked off the Tulkun's back. You hopped on the rocks, waving at the crowed swatching for you as you acted less suspicious as you could. "Over here!"

The clan turned at the sound of your call. Two skimwings neared you and Lo'ak, and it revealed to be your father and another Metkayina man. You looked down from your father's gaze, ears drooping down. "(name), are you alright?"

You nod at his question, glancing to sew Lo'ak take a ride behind the Metkayina man's skimwing. You hear your father sighs, his arm coming across your shoulders as he walks you to his skimwing.

...

You watched as Lo'ak approached Ao'nung, slightly glaring at him. Your father intervened between him before your brother could do anything while you tried your best to get off the skimwing without passing the creature off. You hopped on the canoe they were standing on, equally as pissed as Lo'ak.

"He's fine, just a few scratches." Your father informs after checking your brother. Your mother then emerged from the crowed, walking up to you. "Oh, my child." She looked at you, looking all over your body as if looking for an injury.

You shyed away from her hold, "I'm fine, ma." You gritted out, gently pulling her hand away from you. She does a full shift in persona, now looking at you furiously, "What were you thinking? You were supposed to look after your brother." She growls.

You sighed, rolling your eyes.

"No. My son knows better then to take them outside the reef," Tonowari speaks up, placing a hand on his son, forcing him to kneel down. "The blame is his." You looked down at Ao'nung's form, feeling slightly guilty, but then again you were petty and he did almost get your brother murdered.

"No, this is not Ao'nung's fault. This was my idea." Your eats twitched at Lo'ak's words, looking at him with slightly wide eyes. "Ao'nung tried to talk me out of it."

You pursed your lips as the parents of both sons looked at you, feeling small under their gazes. You sighed and took your brother's arms, dragging him away from the scene. You walked away with Lo'ak, not sparing the useless lectures from your father as he was only probably gonna bring Lo'ak down again, just like recent times already.

At the corner of your eye, you see Ao'nung approaching you two. "Why did you speak for me?" He walks beside you, glancing at your brother. "Because I know what it's like to be one big disappointment." Your brother says.

You glanced at the boy beside you, watching as his eyes scanned your body as if looking for something. You huffed, pushing your brother, as he was now standing between you and Ao'nung.

"Don't speak to me. I despise you." Your harsh words made Ao'nung wince, his steps slightly faltering as he tried to have a conversation with you. He stands in front of you, holding is hand between the space both of you had, stopping you in your tracks.

"Look, I'm sorry. I know I messed up." You only scoffed at his words. "Your apologies mean nothing to me. You almost got my brother killed, I mean, who does that?" You looked at him increasingly, still upset.

"I was feeling petty yesterday, and it was childish for me to do that. Fucked up too, but i swear im trying to change."

"How you change your actions has nothing to do with me. Basic decency is practiced ever since childhood, but despite being fifteen, you still act like a child." You hissed, trying to get past him. He blocked your way again, and when you went past another direction, he blocked you again.

"I know you think I'm a selfish asshole—"

"Congrats on being self-aware."

"But I am actually sorry. Genuinely sorry. What happened yesterday snapped something inside me, and it made me want to change how I act. I don't wanna be a disappointment anymore." You looked at him up and down, raising a brow as you crossed your arms.

"You should be apologizing to my brother instead." You stated, voice slightly low. Ao'nung nods, "I already did." You hummed at his words, your eyes slightly squinting.

"Well if you wanna change your shitty personality, you better go on your merry way and start working on it." You waved him off, patting him on the shoulder before you left. Ao'nung slumps as he watched you walk away, hearing the bushes near the trees rustle.

"How'd it go, bro?" Rotxo emerged from the bushes, looking at the boy excitedly. Yes, he's also the reason why Ao'nung approached you and started apologizing. Sometimes, Rotxo gaslights.

"Horrible. She called me a child, selfish asshole, and called my personality shitty." Rotxo tries to hide his snickers as his friend repeats your words, earning a slap from the back of the head by Ao'nung.

"Well I mean, she never lies, soo..?"

Ao'nung glared at his friend, unamused because of how Rotxo was acting right now. "Look, if you want (name) to notice you, don't be a try hard. She has enough of those kinds of boys begging for her attention right now."

"I don't want her to notice me, Rotxo, I want her to forgive me." Ao'nung pinched the boy slightly, sighing when he realized Rotxo had no clue what his goals for you are.

The shorter boy slowly nods his head in realization. A few beats of silence passed, and Rotxo had already came out of the bush. The boy gives the chief's son a boyish pat on the shoulders, "Well, I can't relate to you right now bro, so I've got no advice for you."

Ao'nung groaned, glaring at the boy as he cheekily walked away.

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realjw · 8 months

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Cruising gone wrong

Dan's your typical horny gay bear on a Friday night. He wears his metal harness while in the gay sauna to look for potential fuck buddies. He is unfortunately a quite unlucky tonight, and instead decided to wander to a nearby forest, a nearby popular gay cruising spot.

"Strange" Dan said, "it's so quiet here today".

Dan presses on deep into the woods, until he couldn't see the the town behind him. After walking for a bit more, he finally find a clearing, with a big topless burly man staring at the moon above, facing away from him.

Dan could already tell from behind that this man is his type, and what straight man would be here at this time, wearing no shirt? He wastes no time approaching the man, caressing him from the back. The man did not respond to the initial touch, but a few seconds later turned around in a very awkward and unsettling manner

Dan sees the muscle bear's front side and instantly pitches a tent. This is exactly Dan's type and he wants him NOW. The muscle bear says nothing and stands still. He looks at Dan and his erect member, and smiles creepily. Unfortunately, Dan isn't picking up any red flags because of how horny he is and instead smiles back to the 'being'. The spectral being leans in to kiss Dan in the mouth. Dan carresses the figure's hairy body and presses it hard onto his own out of lust. This made a part of the spectral being enter Dan's body for a second, but Dan's way too horny to notice. They made out for quite a while before Dad demands the being to top him.

The being forecfully tossed Dan to a bed of leaves on the ground. Dan was surprised but thought that this was part of the 'rough' play that he likes. The being approaches Dan while Dan spreads his legs, anticipating the best part of this encounter. The spectral enters Dan and begins to fuck Dan missionary.

"Get INSIDE OF ME!!" Dan shouts in euphoria

The spectral being eyes widened at the sound of Dan's request. The spectral being grabs both of Dan wrist and held them to the ground, just above Dan's head.

"As you wish" The spectral being speaks for the first time, with its low and echoey voice.

Hearing the voice, Dan realises that something is off. But before he could do anything, The spectral being leans in and makes out with Dan another time. Dan notices that this time it's a bit different, the being's tongue seem to reach even deeper as time goes and he could feel the being's face pushing into his face really forcefully. Dan could not move or say anything as he is still being penetrated and pinned down by the being. Dan felt the being's cock pulsate inside of him and release waves of what he could only guess to be cum. All of a sudden, the being's face instead starts to compress and enter Dan's mouth. Dan panics but could not even yell. He could only watch as the massive being slowly works its way into him. The being's head and neck enters Dan's throat, followed soon enough by his hairy, muscular chest. Dan's still resisting and the being's chest was stuck just outside of his mouth. Dan hears the being's voice inside his head

"Accept me, and I'll make you the sexiest gay bear in town"

Surprised, Dan perks up

"Everyone is going to want you, and no one is going to look down on you anymore"

"Really?" says Dan, in his head.

"Yes, now let me in"

Dan is allured by the thought of being wanted by every gay bear alive. Besides, whats the alternative? Being choked to death?

The being's chest slowly moves into Dan again as Dan stopped resisting. Dan could feel the being's hairy chest against his mouth. The being's belly is huge, but it slowly slithers into Dan, followed by its hairy cock and legs.

As the last of the being enters Dan, he let out moans as he could feel the being inside slowly enters Dan's limbs. Dan roars and extends out his arms and legs as he could feel the being's starting to merge with him. First it's Dan's legs and arms which expands twice its size. Then Dan's chest ballooned and stretched out. Dan throws his head back as his jawline also changes in shape. Body hair could be seen spurting and growing out of every inch of Dan's body. Finally, Dan's already erect cock grows in length and girth. Dan spurted endless ropes of cum and moaned out loud. He could hear his voice deepens as he continues moaning. As the moans and streams of cum ended, Dan's head slumps down and he closed his eyes. Slowly, he lifts his head back up and opens his eyes. Dan stares blankly forward in silence, for what it seems to be hours.

#male possession #male merging #ghost possession #gay bear #gay

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fertilize-my-eggs · 1 year

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Three virgin losers part one

Dabi x chubby fem reader x shigaraki noncon smut

Part two

A/N: I'll make a part two of this because it was getting pretty long, this isn't proofread soo I'm sorry if it's bad for you, I'm trying to write more dark content. Next part is basically shigaraki being super feral and yandere. And a bit of ooc for dabi since I know he wouldn't be talking about his dad. 💀💀💀💀

DNI: minors, ageless or anti blogs go away please, it's 18+ content, you have been warned.

Warning: smut smut SMUT with no plot + daddy issues & kink + threesome + losing virginities + unsafe sex + anal + rough sex, hair pulling + authority kink maybe lol + bit of blood + non-consensual recording + oral (male)( scummy shiggy )

" ughh you both have some daddy issues. "Your eyes stare at your boss groaning in annoyance at you both talking about how your hatred towards your fathers.

Dabi and you were discussing this on the couch while Tomura was playing his ds getting frustrated by you two talking loudly. You three were at the bar since everyone was either out doing a mission or doing something. While kurogiri went shopping with compress and sister magne.

Dabi scold while you narrow your eyes.

" Excuse me.. I do not. "Tomura starts to laugh, you pout angry.

It was true your father wasn't even great and left the family when you were a child.

All because he wasn't faithful to your mother at all. You cross your arms as you roll your eyes at him.

" I haven't heard you talk about your father, how was your relationship with him?? " dabi cockly leaning forward towards tomura, judging his body language change dramatically, it went from relax to intense as he hold the hand on his face tight.

" dabi, you shouldn't ask that to the boss… " you try to calm both of the men but it feels like the atmosphere has changed.

Dabi looked at you rolling his eyes as he said." Why? What the boss gonna do-.. " dabi couldn't finish his sentence as tomura roughly grabbed his dark locks pulling him towards him as he growled.

The deep raspy growl did something to you, you never thought you needed this. But fuck… your thick thighs rub together as tomura stare at him.

" Watch your tone… you're such a fucking brat. "You weren't expecting dabi to moan out loud, it was so shameful that your cheeks turned red.

You saw tomura's face turn red too as dabi tilt his head as he has a shit eating grin.

" And what are you gonna do about it huh? "Tomura narrowed his eyes as he didn't say anything but grabbed his hair again and dabi was basically being dragged.

Your eyes wide in fear, worry about his safety and more worry about what the boss is gonna do, you get up fast to chase after them.

Tomura looks to the side seeing your concern look as he smirks while he heading towards his room.

" come along sweet y/n. "Hearing your boss' raspy voice while dabi screams and scratches his arms sends chills down your spine.

You're speeding up to them once inside his room, Tomura looks down at him then at you.

" I want you to suck him off while his mouth gets stuffed with cock. "You were so flabbergasted by his words and dabi was confused by this as well.

" what the hel-.. " tomura's hand went to his throat and choke him.

" shut the fuck up little boy, you got into this mess, making me hard by your slutty moan. " Shigaraki's narrow eyes towards you as you feel uneasy.

" Hurry up, you don't want to make daddy upset. " It's confusing you more but you didn't ask questions about your boss, you didn't want to get disintegrated by your leader.

You quickly drop down, start working on dabi's pants, dabi starts to move as he didn't want this.

Your eyes were met with the bulge in his boxer.

Tomura grunted out." Ohhh the slut is just as horny as I thought. " Shigaraki starts to remove his pants.

He carefully take his phone out of his pocket and you hear the click as you realize he's recording.

" Hurry up, you're too slow. " You can tell he was focused on you as dabi grid his black pants.

You removed both his pants and boxer off, his hard manhood flops on his hard abs.

You're not sure how to suck cock nor get laid but this is something.

Your eyes look at tomura as he learns closer to you, the camera was so close to your face.

You started off clumsy by sucking dabi's cock, tomura groaned at this. He moved the camera towards dabi's face, you watch him shove his dick down his throat as the gagging echos in the room.

" Aghh such a tight little mouth. " you watch your boss pet his raven dark hair, you notice there is tiny little blood coming out of dabi's cheeks.

You felt like shit for not helping or leaving from this situation but you're a smart person, if you disobey your leader, you will be nonexistent, same thing with dabi but tomura needs you both. You two are powerful in fighting with heros so there is no way your boss would destroy both of you….. right?

You start to slide down on dabi's cock more, hearing both of you gag on cock was music to tomura's sick twisted mind.

"eyes on me beautiful." You're not sure if tomura meant you or dabi but you did obey him, he still held his phone as he recorded both of you staring back.

He groans out loud and you watch dabi's facial reaction confused turn disgusted quickly. Tomura slowly pulled out as the cum was all over his mouth, dabi hag out a bit of the cum.

You watch tomura put the camera close to dabi's mouth, he uses his other hand to pull his mouth open more.

" Fuck… good boy. " he's turn towards you as he growls.

" take your clothes off and lay down on the bed. "You obey your boss as you quickly get up, get undressed. You feel his red eyes stare at your body, you feel uncomfortable, it feels like he's melting you.

Shigaraki stopped the record button as he grabbed his hair again, roughly pulling him more towards the bed.

" ashtray go fuck their ass while I fuck yours."

Your eyes wide as you start to plead for mercy for your boss, dabi also wasn't having it as he tried to fight with the boss again.

You turn your head as you watch them for a bit, dabi grabs his arms but tomura was fast as he has his hand on dabi's throat again.

" I'm not asking you.. that's an order.. " shigaraki learn in and whisper.

"I can easily disintegrate you within seconds, you don't want a game over now would you dabi?" you watch dabi's facial reaction to this as he has no choice and calming nods his head.

"good boy." He lets go of his neck as tomura get up to sets the phone on the dressers where it's pointing towards the bed as he clicks the start button.

Tomura walks towards the bed, dabi grabs your thighs pulling it towards him, you turn your head with a sad look.

Dabi felt like shit too for not helping out his comrade, he has never done any sexual activity because he always felt like he's unattractive. Dabi grabs his hard cock slowly pushing into your tight hole.

You started to cry out, using your hand to push his hips away from you, you felt more heavy weight on you.

You turn to the side to see Tomura getting ready to shove his cock inside his hole too. Shigaraki slides his cock deep inside dabi's hole as he whimper out.

"wait wait wait-... It's too much." You cry out more, both of you aren't enjoying this.

Shigaraki pushes dabi's back down as he starts to thrust fast and hard into him, costing both of you to move fast. The bed creaking loudly as the crys and groans echo in the room.

You're pretty sure anyone will hear all three of you by how thin the walls are and shigaraki isn't being gentle.

"ahh fuck~! Tight little hole you got whore." You hear the loud whack as dabi groans out loud, shigaraki starts to slap both yours and his asses.

The feeling of metal sliding against your walls shouldn't turn you on more.

Felt a mess underneath the sheets, you feel like peeing any second now.

Suddenly you felt a hand grab your hair, forcing you to arch your back but it's quite difficult having two men on top of you.

Feeling of high gets close each time tomura slammed his hips to dabi's and the feeling of his thick cock hitting the right places.

You roll your eyes backwards as you cry out their names at the same time.

This results in you pissing on shigaraki's sheets and he obviously noticed this.

" shit… didn't know you could squirt like that babygirl, I'll have to try it again when I test your sweet cunny. '' Tomura is purring at this, rolling his hips in a circular motion then taking long deep strokes each time he slides out fully to ram his cock in his bloody hole.

" no… more… please no moreee.. '' you're sobbing from being overwhelmed by the pleasure, dabi was also reaching his end.

Your tight walls were too much for him, getting overstimulated by this.

Dabi groans out loud, hearing the skin slapping skin as you feel his cum filling you up.

Shigaraki whispers sweet nothing to both of you, he caresses his cheek and yours.

He slowly pulls out of dabi then helps him get out of you as well, you sigh softly thinking it is over.

Shigaraki moved you on your back as dabi was put at the back of the wall while he looked so drained out. You felt bad for him.

" Now a new level unlocks it's time to start this gameplay shall we? " Your eyes started to water, you can't imagine how dabi must have felt and now it's your turn to take his mercy.

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Crushing New Dreams

AN: I didn't know if I was going to be able to make a Mikey angst as heartbreaking as what I've got lined up for the other turtles but, you know what? I think I managed just that and it might be angstier than all of them. For the record, I won't blame you for hating me after this one because it's a doozy

All characters are aged up

Michelangelo x Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, broken hearts, prospect of death, abortion, angst

In the two years that you and Michelangelo have been together, you have never made a point of being safe in the bedroom. You can’t say that either of you airs on the side of caution when it comes to such things. One may call it reckless but in your time as an established couple, you’ve both agreed that condoms don’t feel that great.

Then, the reward of your shared recklessness bestowed itself in the form of a late period and constant nausea. It took a week until you felt the need to take a test and the quick reveal of that first line left you in quiet shock for the remainder of that hour. You and Mikey had never talked much about having kids or when you would want them but you find yourself liking the idea of a family. Whether he wants the same or not is a mystery. There’s only one way to find out.

You text him on your way to the lair, mildly hinting at having some news for him. It isn’t a long walk but one that seems to drag out with every press of your heel along the sewer floors. Assuming the worst isn’t a common occurrence but you can’t help feeling as though something about this is going to go wrong. What if he isn’t ready for this kind of commitment? Would it be too much pressure and ultimately scare him away? Breathe. You remind yourself to just breathe and avoid jumping to negative conclusions.

Only when you’re standing in front of him do you realise that this is going to be a lot more difficult than you initially anticipated. Your tongue suddenly feels like a foreign object in your mouth and you stammer quietly whilst you try to find your words. Luckily, Mikey is remarkably patient when it comes to your nerves and gently encourages you to keep trying, ensuring you that everything is fine. Had you not alluded to this matter revolving around your amazing sex life with a bashful smile, he might have been worried that you came here to break up with him. With every awkward attempt to explain the situation, he brings the pieces together on his own accord. You barely even utter the word ‘pregnant’ before he has you lifted from the ground, arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

“You for real?!” he asks and the excitement is so clear, so present that all you can do is smile and nod. “I’m gonna be a dad!”

The world melds into a blur as he whirls you both around, flits of joy barrelling so loudly from your mouths that his family surely must hear. When he returns you to your feet, he dashes out to let them know that they’re going to be uncles. Those doubts from before are more than a memory, seizing to exist entirely as you listen to the elated voices from inside Mikey’s room. Raphael makes a comment about needing all the luck you can get with their youngest brother becoming a father but you know he means well in his own way. Soon after, you decide to join them. The lit-up faces remarking their congratulations set a cozy warmth around your heart and you couldn’t feel luckier. It starts to beat erratically, however, and you resort to holding the back of the couch to steady yourself.

“You okay, sweetness?" Mikey waringly asks.

To ease his concern, you laugh, albeit breathlessly, "Yeah, sorry, just got a little dizzy there.” Your smile slowly crumbles away with a frown and you squint up. “Are the lights getting brighter?”

No more than a second later, your legs give and he’s quick to catch your sudden rag doll of a body. Whilst he hoists you up into his grasp, each turtle kicks into gear to get anything you may need: water, pillows, a cold compress for your spiked temperature. It all goes by in a slowed daze, the mixed turbulence fading in and out like discord. You’re lain on the sofa, shallowly breathing amidst the force of an invisible tide. Ghosts have never achieved such a pale appearance. Just barely, you make out the orange of your boyfriend's mask as he looks over you, pathetically stroking the top of your head. He doesn’t know what else to do. Donatello suggests conducting a test or two and it’s in your best interest to allow him, though the process hardly registers in your condition.

By the time he’s examining the blood sample, you’ve managed to collect yourself enough to sit upright. Whatever that was must have been a fleeting incursion but still sets air to worry. It could be a standard symptom of early pregnancy. You have half a mind to rapidly research it yourself but the internet often carries its fair share of filled with worst-case scenarios. After a quick assurance of your well-being, you urge Mikey to follow you into his brother’s stated chunk of the lair. He sits bent over his microscope, muttering nonsensicals under his breath.

“What’s the verdict, D?”

"Not good," he admits quietly, afraid to speak further but dutifully having to. "Where genetics are concerned, I'm afraid this isn't going to work." He turns on his chair to face you both directly but it’s a struggle. His inability to look either of you in the eye only makes his words hit that much harder. "Not only is there a conflict of interest between your respective species but there are also the mutagenic properties of Michelangelo's DNA to consider."

"What does that mean exactly?" you unhurriedly inquire, too scared to ask at all but in need of an answer.

Donnie removes his glasses and his forearms lay slack over his thighs. "It means that either the baby is going to die soon or it'll grow inside you long enough that you…” He swallows. “You’ll both die."

Even now, he refuses to put his glasses back on. He can already imagine the look on your faces, how pale and broken they must be. He doesn't need to see them, especially when you choke out a sob, bite back a cry, before rushing to the nearest clearing to vomit. The feet of his youngest brother smack into the floor like gunshots as he chases after you and your wails of agony echo throughout the lair for everyone else to hear, sullying the laughter that passed them just moments ago. A series of short-paced refusals is all that sputters and repeats from your trembling lips. Your lungs stagger, stopping some seconds, only to reboot when you need air again. Sob after sob of unbridled misery from your person punches Michelangelo down, stripping him of his optimism bit by bit. There’s no way around it. Either route, death is involved. Lord knows you want to bargain, seek a deeper exploration to see if there’s something - anything - that can be done to give hope but Donnie is rarely wrong if at all.

A plan is made. A horrible, awful plan that you wish to be nothing more than a nightmare you can all wake from. It starts with Donatello forging a doctor's note that you can take to a clinic, so that you can get the abortion pills. The surgical method would be quicker and much less painful but then runs the risk of doctors investigating your mutant fetus and how it came to be. Unfortunately, your resident genius isn’t qualified for such a procedure otherwise he would do it himself. Despite your best efforts to refuse, April and Casey chip in on the costs to help you pay for the medication. In spite of everything, you can at least say that you have good friends by you. Next on the agenda would be to book time off work until, finally, the day arrives. You agree that the best location will be your place: somewhere familiar and more comfortable. The next series of events will be anything but.

For the eight hours that you are cradling your abdomen, changing your pads, throwing up, or incoherent from the painkillers, you are quiet. There's the occasional exchange when your boyfriend asks if you need anything but this much silence between the two of you is unfounded, unnatural. You can barely manage a soothing hand on your shoulder without your entire nervous system convulsing. As if this isn't difficult enough on its own, he can't even hold you and the moment you manage to fall asleep is when Mikey finally cries. He attempts to keep his mouth clamped shut, to not disturb you, but watching over your weary body is the last drop of water in the dam. The scummiest dirt on the Earth must seem like gold compared to him and what he's done to you. He knows what you’d say, what you’ve already said so many times - that this consequence is your shared responsibility but that isn’t fair. The fact that you are suffering this torment isn’t fair. His genetics are the predominant cause of this destruction within you. If he could, he would take your place in a heartbeat.

Lost in his clouded shadow of self-bullying, he doesn’t notice you stirring beside him. Your hazy vision barely manages to make out the hunched body of your lover but his strife is ever-distinct. It’s only when he feels the delicate touch of your fingers on his arm that he snaps out of it. With an abrupt breath drawn, he lowers his widened gaze down at your sluggish self. Guilt trips him up for becoming so absorbed in himself. He forgot where he was for a moment.

His effort to divert with a grin is fruitless. “Sorry, angel-”

“No apologies.” You shush him with an index to his lips and weakly crawl into his lap. “You’re allowed to cry, too.”

His blood-shot eyes meet yours and it’s as though his blues have been stripped of their colour completely. “Look what I’ve done to you.”

“None of that, please,” you whisper, planting a soft kiss on one of his cheeks. The taste of tears coats the tip of your tongue and your thumbs do their best to wipe away what’s left on his face. “We could have never known that it would turn out like this, okay? This isn’t anyone’s fault. Besides, I’m starting to feel better. I reckon the worst of it’s out of the way now.”

Though exhausted, you smile and he returns one of his own as meek as it is. Sodden from the wretch of his downpour, you carefully push his mask off and let your hands ride over the back of his head. You pull him in until his face meets your shoulder. No longer hesitant of his touch, his arms clutch around you and he lets it all go without restraint, safe in your presence.

Much time will need to pass but things can only go up from here. You may not be able to have the family you recently discovered you yearned for but life always has its unique obstacles for each person and relationship. It just takes the will to overcome and know that when one door closes, another opens. After all, there are plenty of kids in the world in need of adoption, right?

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