It gets worse. You're done.
CW: angst, cheating, manipulation, hurt no comfort
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far from prudish but just got blazed porn of someone's pussy spread out so hard and up close like it's a map of the polish-lithuanian commonwealth and I'm king and grand duke sigismund II augustus inspecting his lands to plot defense against the swedes
a/n. i've been sitting on wanting to create a small scene like this for a while now. so here ya go! lemme tell ya'll... breastfeeding is not always this magical and beautiful thing that people make it out to be. it hurts like hell, my bloody nipples can attest.
cw: domestic fluff. angst with comfort. satoru's trying to make breastfeeding easier for you.
“Satoru,” you whisper, voice tight with frustration. “She won’t latch.”
You’re trying not to cry.
Looking down at your newborn, you can see her frustration—tiny fists clenching, soft, hungry cries spilling from her mouth as she wriggles restlessly in your arms. You shift again, adjusting her position, cradling her closer, trying—begging—for something to click.
But it doesn’t.
Her mouth bobs and searches blindly, cheeks flushing red with effort, and the desperation building in her fragile little body mirrors your own.
“I—I don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” you choke out, blinking hard as tears blur your vision.
You’re exhausted. Beyond it. The sleepless nights at the hospital. Your body aches in places you didn’t even know could hurt. And this—this thing that was supposed to be natural, instinctual, beautiful—feels awkward and impossible—like a test you’re failing over and over again.
“Please, baby girl…” your voice trembles as you guide her to your breast one more time. “Just—c’mon—o-ow!”
She latches, but it’s wrong. A searing pain shoots through your chest and you flinch, instinctively pulling her away. Your nipple throbs—red, sore, screaming for relief. With a shrill cry, your baby’s tiny face crumples in protest, and your own tears finally fall—hot and helpless.
“Why is this so hard?” you whisper, voice cracking as you hold her close, shaking.
“Hey, hey… it’s okay. You’re doing everything right.”
Satoru's voice is low behind you—steady, but laced with worry.
Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Reader
Summary: You tell Joaquin that he’s pretty.
Warnings: literally nothing. Plain old cotton candy fluff. Lots of kisses.
AN: had to write this because I need to talk about how gorgeous Danny is omg. This is how Joaquin smiles when you tell him he’s pretty btw:
Summary: Lack of communication leads to fallout.
Pairing: Walter Marshall x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, Walter being a douche, break-up, mentions of break-ups, amends, angry reader, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of calling someone daddy (nothing happens)
A/N: A short drabble to the miniseries.
“Baby? Y/N? Please open the door. The cactus is an aggressive beast. It tries to poke holes into my chest. The orchid, well, it won’t make it if it stays with me. You know I’m not good with soft things.”
The reader has been listening to some sad music concerning the jjk men but their reason why isn't what they think
Content warnings: None
Characters incl: Gojo, Toji, and Nanami
A/N: Anyone else listen to a sad song when they aren't sad just because they like it? I sure do lol
