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Gotta Big Heart, But This Mouth…

@la-vie-est-une-fleur29

AW, 30~ish, She/Her, Somewhere. Anon off don’t be a pussy.

Mom groups aren't inclusive if you don't fit the mold for them. Especially when it's male-centered and trad moms. It's actually sad to see.

It's also weird to be a mom and a bully. Like I actually feel bad for your kids and anyone around you.

Achilles, Come Down - Chapter Nine

A/N:

As stated a few chapters back, I am not an American. I don't really know much about your health insurance/medical bill issues, I just know that it sucks…

To make up for my lack of knowledge, I bring you some slightly angsty, slightly sad fluff.

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CHAPTER CONTENT WARNINGS:

CANON-TYPICAL SWEARING | ANGST

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Your days began and ended with feeds, diaper changes, and tiny squeaks that demanded all your attention. Your nights were punctuated by much of the same, but with less squeaking and significantly more crying. Slowly but surely, your sore and aching body learned new rhythms, new life hacks – you slept when she slept, and you had figured out she slept quite a bit more if you took her for a walk around the block first, giving her brain plenty of new things to see, hear, and process. 

The sleep deprivation weighed heavy nonetheless, distorting everything around you. Before you knew it, your little one was almost a month old. 

One of the best Robinivitch fics out there.

WIP Whateverday

Thanks for the tag earlier in the week @aurorawritestoescape 🫶

I have a very special surprise WIP to share today.... brand new. Joel one shot. PWP. Mean!Joel. QZ!Joel. It is almost ready to post.

Get Your Fix -- Joel x f!reader, Explicit MDNI

“Easy, girl. There you go..” he whispered under his breath as his cock head pushed inside. Compared to his fingers, the stretch was exquisite. No one could fill you up like Joel Miller.     Another inch deeper, and another, until he charged into you as far as he could go. He held onto your hips with an iron grip, digging his fingers in as he thrust in and out.

Please let me know if you want to be tagged when its up 🥰

Share 'em if you got 'em 😏

Coming TONIGHT. Just editing final touches. 🙌 Sneak Peek the banner and warnings 👀

Comment to be added to the taglist 🥰🥰

Warnings: QZ!Joel, Mean!Joel, Size!kink (Joel is a bigggg boy), QZ timeframe so he is late 40’s/50’s, Reader can be any age you want, Finger Fucking, Unprotected PiV, Rough Sex, Spit as Lube, Alcohol Use, Cum Play. Joel is an asshole.

I’m fucking melting over this

Hello lovely people and welcome to…

✨ WIP WEDNESDAY ✨

Thanks for the tag @sawymredfox & @the-sophverse 🤍 It’s been a while I did this and honestly I am drowning in WIP‘s. They are just as fumbled as my brain is, anyway… enjoy some Frankie (surprise surprise)

The wind picks up, pulling at your robe, at the hem of his hoodie. It smells like salt and something older—like a storm that already passed, but left everything changed in its wake.

You stand there, forehead to forehead, his thumbs brushing the rain from your cheeks like he could stop the sky from falling if he just held you tight enough. But your eyes are oceans too. And they’re not done spilling.

“Frankie,” you murmur, “I’m scared.”

It’s not a confession. It’s an earthquake.

Because you’ve always been fire and teeth and that smart mouth he swore he could never tame. But this? You, in front of him, unraveling on a beach where no one else can see? That’s something else entirely. And he feels it deep in his ribs, where your absence built a second home.

He doesn’t try to fix it.

He just nods and says, quiet:

“Me too.”

You close your eyes. The surf crashes in the distance like it wants to swallow every version of you that ever got it wrong.

And somewhere in that dark, the future exhales.

Ready, at last, to be rewritten.

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