#thanks for your input nonnie!

[dustofthedailylife]

in regards to your shipping question:

i’ve always seen it as a mix of both — people who love to ship in general and are very for shipping characters, but that also includes problematic ships. like they’ll ship anyone and everyone whether it’s problematic or not

Okay going by that I definitely would not be pro-ship.

Because, I have a really "whatever" attitude towards shipping as long it's not problematic.

Like just as an example: some people may like Cynonari others may like Haino. And I'm just here like... yeah whatever, if it makes you happy you do you, it's two adult characters. No matter if that would align with my personal ship, because they're fictional so why would I care about something like a "relationship" between two fictional characters as if my life depended on it that everyone likes them, too?? 💀🤷🏻‍♀️

In general just don't care if people ship or not. I have a very select few genshin characters I'd like the idea of but I would not obsess over details. Whether there are "hints" or "canon" stuff you could read into it, idc. It's also always adult characters.

In general, I'm just not hardcore into shipping because I'm very indifferent about it. I may like the idea of two characters but at the end of the day, I don't care what other people ship these characters with (again... as long as it's not problematic). Because of that, I'm actually not sure I'd even call myself a shipper because I have maybe... two ships I ever liked.

I always kind of preferred the self-ship/reader-insert side more because it's way less toxic and we can all simp together without fighting 😎😂

So overall my TLDR: Shipping is complicated and confusing. I'm staying in my cushy corner of the internet.

[rillils]

You say they’re (stucky headcanons) rotating in the microwave… have you considered a lazy Susan?

(in reference to this post)

NONNIE. OHHHHHH nonnie. I had, in fact, forgotten ALL about lazy susans until now. You are a GENIUS 💖💖💖💖💖💖

I mean, why should I ever make them stay all crammed inside a musty old microwave, when I can let them hang out all nice and airy and neatly instead, like THIS:

nonnie my dear, you're a lifesaver 💕💕💕

[abyssal-ilk]

I feel like elgarnan and ghilanain are pretty part for the course for dragon age villains. Corphyeus was one note. Because to me he was much more 'im just evil to be evil give me power'. I feel like origins had Logain as complex. Hawke's villains were...almost complex? Maybe the Qunari but it was a lot of Meredith being very one note 'I hate mages' vibe.

i think most of the origins/awakenings antagonist felt the most fleshed out in the series to me, with the arishok also being up there (and being my personal favorite). corypheus had the benefit of appearing in the decent dlc for da2, but he does seem flatter compared to previous villains, i agree. meredith also feels a bit flat to me on her own, but idk! for everything built up for ghilan'nain and elgar'nan i was expecting something more for them, i guess. there's something lacking with them specifically that i can't quite put into words other than damn. wish there was something more here.

[storytellermp3]

Okay. I'm going on anon because I'm separating myself from the radqueer lable, as I personally got into weird circles. But holy shit NO, it's more like the freaking opposite with the one ask.

If I had to base it off my own experiences, there is probbly only like, 5% maybe? That actually are pro-contact? And by that I mean specially thoes who are pro contact sexually for all paras.

And that isn't including contact-complex, there is alot of layers of a person and thier opinions. But thoes who actively want to engage and act on thier paras are very few, especially in an real life situation.

The vast majority, is probbly more like 70% non-contact, 15% contact-complex and 3% pro-contact( with consent ) and 2% pro-contact (regardless of consent.) (I think I fucked up the math but you get it.)

This is probbly all I'm gonna say because I don't wanna clog your ask with more stuff of this shit, but I'm genuinely really passionate about the destgimtizing of paraphilias and kinks that are seen as wrong.

Anyway, love you. /p

^^^THIS!! like i said im not radqueer myself so im not really in any of the spaces, but some of my moots are and from what i can see this is absolutely true! and like theres always gonna be some people in ANY community that feel that way and it shouldn’t define the whole community imo

also correct me if im wrong but i feel like theres a large portion of radqueers that never even mention their stance on it because it just has like nothing to do with them? sure it definitely has something to do with SOME radqueers but theres a lot of people in the community that i feel like it just doesnt come up because it has literally zero to do with them ahdbdbbs

[shadowmoses]

sorry this is not exactly keeping u in check....but I think the right head and the left fullset is a good idea 👀

you are an evil creature. but yeah I think that's what I'm gonna end up doing :3

[leandra-kinard]

You can always tell the people who don't normally watch dramas or soaps. I hate to break this to you but that baby exists for 2 reasons, 1. to cause hurt in the short term for Buck, and 2. to give him a bi baby in the future. Unless Tim hated the story as much as fandom did, the parents days are numbered because it's going to end up with Buck eventually.

Yeah.

No.

[bunnigumi]

can you do drabbles of best friend (fwb) gumi (*´-`) (i love ur work and aesthetic btw (´ｰ｀) )

cw. megumi x reader , friends with benefits , first time , possessiveness

an. i think i got carried away... i sooooo love this trope hehe. and thank you, nonnie! ^w^ (not carefully proofread)

Hey, 'Gumi, remember how I said you owe me one?

Fwb!Megumi isn't startled when you casually ask him if he can take your virginity.

Honestly, you were partially joking, but when he agrees with that static expression like you didn't just ask your best friend to be your first time, you're taken by surprise. You really didn't think he'd entertain your idea. Anticipating a huff, him brushing it off as a joke

You were expecting a more touch-and-go experience: He fucks you, you can claim you're no longer a virgin, and that's that. But he really takes the time to get you all worked up and desperate, telling you that your first should be your most memorable. It's just the rules.

And it was supposed to be a one time thing, you swear! But after that, nothing could get you off as good as he did.

Fwb!Megumi can't help the teasing smile on his expression when you tell him that you want to have sex again, Didn't realize we were friends with benefits now.

You can't even begin to explain how degrading it feels to go back on your own word, but you've been so pent up and had no one other than him to help... He seriously ruinied your ability to orgasm.

He teaches you the reins the second time around. How to touch him, The tip is the most sensitive. And tighten your grip, it's better. How to ride him, Fuck... yeah, that's it, letting go of your waist he leans back into the pillows, keep moving your hips like that.

It's way better than highschool sex-ed, that's for sure.

Fwb!Megumi is weirdly intimate—not that it's a bad thing. He's always had a romantic streak, even if he denies the fact.

It's in how he kisses you, not with hunger or pure lust. In the way he holds your hands and leaves marks on your neck that are hard to hide. Even if you whine about it, he'll still do it.

He has your other friends wondering who'd be giving them to you since you weren't in a relationship with anyone.

When you need a little cheering up, Fwb!Megumi starts offering a little more than just emotional support.

You're on your elbows and knees, back arched, face buried into his pillow. Avoiding his face so that he wouldn't have to see the makeup running down your own. Even though hes seen you in way worse states, somehow it's more embarrassing when he's inside you.

Your date had stood you up. Megumi knew how excited you were for it. Barging into his place, carrying tons of outfits in your arms. Showing them off. Asking him for his input, what you should wear. Which dress flaunts your body off best.

He told you that you'd look great in anything, but you urged that you should look perfect, and as your best friend, it's his obligation.

Fwb!Megumi likes to be a bit rough with you when you're sad like this. Feel-better-sex, as he jokes.

Tight enough with his grab on your hips to leave bruises, He finds that you forget about the pain better when you have a greater sensation to focus on. Dopamine's your favorite drug.

And he wont admit this either, but he's real possessive over you. As your best friend, he knows that you deserve more than the world.

Frankly, he likes the idea of keeping you all to himself; its practically why he agreed to your request in the first place.

He won't make you flip over so he can see your face while he fucks you missionary, but he really wants to see the pleasure wash over your face. To see how he can only make you feel good like this.

Pounding you from the back so hard that you forget the name of the douche who stood you up is good on it's own. Theres enough proof of his worth to you in how your cries are that of satisfaction, and not the kind caused by stupid boys who don't deserve to even look at you.

No one else should get to experience how your cunt tightens around him as your about to cum. Hear the way you moan out him name wantonly. See how you push back onto him when he tries to pull out, insisting that he stay inside you for just a little longer.

There's one more thing Fwb!Megumi won't tell you either; he really, really loves this arrangement.

[matan4il]

Hi Alice! All my love to you in these dark dark times. You've been instrumental to me learning more about what it's like in Israel on the ground right now, and helping me not get swept up in the vitriolic rhetoric so many of my fellow liberals are espousing. I've been horrified by some of the behavior I've seen from the pro-Palestine crowd. I quietly support both sides of the conflict, and hope to see a return of the hostages, a subsequent ceasefire, and a realistic path to a two-state solution in the near future.

I'm asking this in good faith because I trust your research and input on these things, and I'm curious about your perspective. TW for rape and torture. I've seen a report come out on one of the tumblrs I follow (who is very pro-Palestine and anti-Zionist, unfortunately, I only follow them for fandom content) stating that there's been torturous conditions inside Israeli prisons–Sde Teiman specifically–detaining Palestinians. It includes accusations of rape, beatings, and amputations due to injuries from being cuffed. I was wondering if you had seen this report and had thoughts about whether this is another anti-Israel smear campaign or a cruel reality of bad people doing bad things. I'm always inclined to believe victims, and as an American, I'm painfully aware of the atrocities that can happen in detentions centers, especially during wartime.

Please know I'm not accusing you of anything or trying to make this a gotcha thing! I'm curious about your thoughts as an Israeli who does good research and knows her country and history. Thank you again for all you do, and I'm so sorry to hear about your colleague's murder. May you and your loved ones find as much rest and peace as can be found in a time like this. Take care.

Hi Nonnie,

thank you so much for your kind words (especially regarding Alex), your humaneness and willingness to listen to Jews and Israelis! Absolutely, there is no contradiction in supporting regular people on both sides of this conflict. This is NOT a zero-sum game. Both sides can thrive, if we all choose and are just allowed to coexist.

Okay, the Sde Teiman accusations...

Let me start with the history of this army base, because it is relevant to how it was used.

In 1942, the Nazis landed in northern Africa, and were headed eastwards, toward the Land of Israel. As a part of getting ready for that, The British (who ruled Israel at the time) paved a strip of asphalt in the desert, not too far from the expected direction of the Nazis' invasion, and used it as an airfield. They also built a few hangars next to the runway, and this is what in the 1950's became the military base called Sde Teiman ("Field of Yemen," in honor of the Israeli's air force operation of airlifting the Jews of Yemen, and bringing them to Israel. Along with the operation to bring the Ethiopian and Indian Jews to Israel, these mark the only times when a "first world" country brought people from "third world" countries - with the goal of making them citizens with equal rights). I'm sharing this info, so everyone can get an idea of how small and insufficient this army base is for the purpose of detaining prisoners. And indeed, under normal circumstances, it is NOT used for that purpose.

However, when Hamas launches surprise attacks from Gaza, it has been used for temporary detention (until arrested terrorists can be transferred to more adequate facilities) simply because of its proximity to Israel's border with Gaza.

That's how it was used following the Oct 7 Hamas invasion of Israel, too. Things to note about this: Israel did not initiate the massacre and following war, so it didn't have time to prepare a better temporary detention center with personnel properly trained to be jailors, and also, while Sde Teiman had been used temporarily for terrorist detention before, it was never used for as many arrested terrorists as after Oct 7. Consider that on the day itself alone, around 3,500 terrorists invaded Israel, and that was just the first day of the war.

When it comes to general accusations of awful conditions there, which might lead to terrible consequences, a big part of it is probably down to the fact that this base was not meant for this purpose (and the fact that it was used this way is because of the nature of Hamas' attack rather than any intended maliciousness).

The conditions were all wrong as a result of the chaos of war regarding the sexual assault case, too. The guards were not trained to be jailors, they didn't have the right tools to deal with arrested terrorists, especially these terrorists, who belonged to the Nukhba, a Hamas "elite" unit and the main perpetrator of the massacre (the Nukhba to Hamas are like the Waffen SS to the Nazis, imagine what Israelis feel when they hear "Nukhba"). Think of the atrocities committed by these men: the rapes, the beheadings, the mutilations, the murder of children, the burning down of homes with people inside, the extermination of entire families, the destruction of Israel's southern communities, and the psychological trauma caused to the entire country, when many are already dealing with lots of trauma, including of the inter-generational kind. Now imagine being an ordinary reservist, a regular civilian, not someone who has chosen the army as a way of life, not someone who has seen the horrors off war recently (or maybe ever), someone with a family that could have easily been targeted on Oct 7, someone who isn't trained for how to jail the vilest of criminals, then tasked with guarding in over-crowded and extremely close settings such monsters while being psychologically affected by their terrorism (which is the main goal of terrorism! To terrorize even those not directly harmed!)...

Initially, 10 soldiers, who are all reservists, were arrested. Since then, it turns out only 5 of them will be indicted (indicating that there is no substantial evidence against the other 5) for supposedly sexually assaulting a Nukhba terrorist. Specifically, the Nukhba company commander of Jabalya. He's not any regular terrorist, he's someone who was a commander that partook in the Oct 7 massacre, he oversaw the committed atrocities, he didn't only commit crimes, he gave the orders. At least one of the suspected soldiers testified that this Nukhba commander was going haywire, and had to be physically subdued. According to reporters, a doctor initially checked this Nukhba commander and found no signs of abuse. Only later did the terrorist start bleeding from his behind. According to a submitted report by Prof. Alon Pikarsky, a senior doctor at Hadassah, the civilian hospital this terrorist was later admitted into, the harm to the terrorist's behind is most likely self-inflicted. Based on accounts from reporters, the overall medical and forensic testimonies submitted cannot confirm nor refute the claims of the Nukhba terrorist.

So when it comes to the case itself, I can't say much. The accusations are serious, the question marks are serious, and I don't have the professional tools to figure out where the truth lies. There will be a trial, more qualified people than me will decide.

Obviously, as an Israeli, I hope the accusations are false. Not because I think there is ANY society out there which is perfect, and in which no crimes ever take place, especially where extreme circumstances are involved, but because I think it's natural to hope for the best for one's people.

Where it comes to the people who tried to stop the arrest of the suspected soldiers, I believe they're in the wrong for multiple reasons: for the sake of justice, for the state of the Israeli justice system, and even for the sake of the soldiers, if it turns out they're innocent. At the same time, while I am NOT okay with the arrests being stopped, I can understand the sentiment. In Israel, especially post Oct 7, soldiers are our most immediate heroes. They risk themselves, they save countless lives, (even the ones "only" guarding terrorists know they could be killed doing this, and they're saving people by keeping the terrorists locked up), they're dealt shitty hands sometimes (like having to guard Nukhba terrorists when they're not even trained for it), and they do all this for us, as a collective, men and women, adults and kids, Jews and Arabs. We ALL owe them, every Israeli. So the sentiment is that there is something difficult to process about a situation where the word of a massacre-committing terrorist commander is believed over that of people who are perceived as heroes. It makes a protective side of people come out, even people who at the end accept that the justice system must do its thing.

And when it comes to the justice system, I think it matters SO MUCH that it will do its thing. No army can prevent every single one of its soldiers, as individuals, from committing crimes. But there are armies that, as a system, commit crimes. The justice system that prosecutes individual crimes is a part of the difference.

Still, even if the accusations are true, even while I'm happy they're investigated, I went into the details of the case, because I do believe that even at worst, there are extenuating circumstances. Those don't turn a wrong act into a right one, but they acknowledge that, under extreme circumstances, and without the right tools, many normative people without criminal intent might end up doing the wrong thing. The psychological burden of guarding extremist terrorists who have traumatized an entire society, including their guards, in close quarters and without the right training, it could be one that would make a lot of regular people crack. I'm glad I've never been tested like that. I'd like to believe I wouldn't have done the wrong thing, but who knows. We're all human, we all have our triggers. Especially in the face of complete evil that harmed our loved ones or threatens to. I feel lucky that I was never put in an extreme situation, like those soldiers, I hope they did the right thing, but I find it hard to morally judge them if they didn't, even where I recognize that if they did what they're accused of, they should be legally judged.

IDK if this helped, but I hope it at least reflects the fact that for quite a few Israelis ('coz I can't speak or all of us, but I think this probably represents a fair number of people), it is complicated, and not a clear-cut case of black and white, good vs evil...

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[tsandoll]

omg you got it!! you are so sweet your energy is like 🌷🪷🌸🌺

okay my previous nsfw jaehyun ask was edging jaehyun but instead of touching him you make him touch himself and you tell him when to stop and when to continue

please tell me that made sense 😭 but my thoughts are jaehyun would be a bit bratty about it, not stopping right when you tell him to bc he feels so good and can't bring himself to

but !! i also think this would work with taesan, but i think because of his need to make you proud, he would stop the second you tell him to, even when he's shaking and desperate

i hope all of this made sense & i'd love to get your input

awe ur literally so sweet!! tysm nonnie!! also i did get your ask about jaehyun!! i scrolled a bit and found it!!! here's the original ask! sorry i didn't reply sooner! sometimes when i get asks with nsfw thoughts in them it takes me a bit to think of the best response and then i forget about them and then they get buried cuz im not very efficient with my blog <33 anyways!! thank you for sending your ask anyways it means a lot!

edging myungjae but you make him jerk off and tell him when to stop instead of doing it yourself?? hope that made sense i love your writing btw!! you were the first person i read from in the bnd imagines community, so i have an attachment to your blog LOL 🫶🪐🌟🌕

but you're right,, jaehyun is bratty without the intention of doing so. if you make him edge himself you'll have to watch him closly, reading his body language and things like that in order to catch him before he sends himself over the edge. the truth is that he lacks the self control he really needs in order to listen properly. he'd do well at first due to the fact that he's eager to be good for you but the closer and needier he gets, he'd start to lose his ability to keep himself controlled. there may be times where you have to reach for his wrist to stop him for yourself because he just can't do it. everytime he feels his orgasm slipping away would have him sucking in sharp breaths and breathing heavily <3

i think moments like these are where taesan shines the most. he's playful and slightly bratty but only with his words. he's just as eager to see how desperate and needy he can get and he's committed to letting you control that for him. since he's very sensitive he has to completely freeze when you tell him to stop, his eyes tightly shutting as his orgasm slips away from him. he's so obedient and he listens so well, the moment you speak his body is following exactly what you said.

[natashashill]

delicate

pairing: agatha harkness x wanda maximoff (platonic), mentions of agatha harkness x rio vidal (romantic)

word count: 1k

warnings: brief mention of agathario kiss (don’t get ur hopes up), very very canon compliant (i think?), insecurities about agatha being a good mom for nicky

notes: i hope this is okay nonnie, this was rlly canon compliant so i didn’t feed into wagatha or anything but i hope this is enjoyable to read at least 😔

summary: wanda and agatha meet after agatha’s death in AAA. stuff ensures but who knows

“Where am I? Damn you Rio, and that stupidly good kiss,” Agatha grumbled as she let her eyes trail around her new surroundings.

She started to walk down a path fitted with trees and away from the suspiciously beautiful lake. As she let herself get carried away with the path, she started to wonder if maybe she should’ve let Billy go with Rio.

“What about my son?”

Agatha quickly turned around to be met with the familiar locks of red hair and an angry graze. Her lips met into a slight smirk.

“Easy there hon. No need to get all worked up. It was just a thought.”

Wanda raised an eyebrow before taking a step forward. Her face softened as she approached Agatha, and that made Agatha feel uneasy. As Wanda approached her, she took a step back instinctively.

“Thank you for looking after my son Agatha. How is he? Is he alright?”

“Relax yourself, he’s just like you, all stubborn and with a flair for dramatics. He’s starting to become exactly like you with his powers. I have to say we have much bigger problems to discuss, like that spell you put me under and trapped me with. Not cool, Maximoff.”

Wanda merely smiled before walking past Agatha.

“Follow me Harkness, we have much to discuss.”

Agatha rolled her eyes and stayed put. She spent three years under some mind control haze because of that witch, she isn’t just going to up and follow her.

“That wasn’t a question Agatha. Let’s go and discuss the matter of what you’re going to do now that you’re dead.”

Agatha reluctantly followed, grumbling under her breath about how unnecessarily dramatic this was. So typical for a Maximoff, she really can’t catch a break.

“So Agatha, are you intending to stay in the afterlife. Once you commit to it, you can go and start to visit all the people you may have missed, they might even be waiting for you.”

Her words strung deep, thoughts of Nicky waiting for her swirling in her head. Would he be upset with her? Does he know all that she did? Would he want to see her after all this time? Her hands move to clutch her necklace, thumb stroking slowly over the cover before stopping by the clasp.

“I don’t know Maximoff, do I really have many options? I didn’t exactly set out a death plan. Also why are you here, you’re not the gatekeeper of the afterlife, are ya?”

Wanda let out a chuckle before responding,

“No Agatha, I wanted to see you before you made your decision. You have plenty of options, the most common being that some go out to be ghosts and -”

Right. Ghosts. She remembered Rio’s ramblings about how much she hates ghosts. Maybe this would be good. Payback at Rio, check back up on that Maximoff boy, and put off seeing Nicky for a bit. But only a bit.

“Being a ghost. That one. How do I do that?”

“Agatha, choosing to be a ghost requires a purpose and it might take more time than you think before you can return.”

“I choose ghost Maximoff. Who else do I have to tell before this happens. And maybe I do have a purpose. Guide your precious son through his mission to find his brother, Timmy wasn’t it?”

“It’s Tommy -”

“Yes, that’s what I said. Someone has to make sure he won’t destroy my house. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to impart some of my extraordinary wisdom of magic to him, I suppose.”

Wanda paused, deliberately choosing her next words carefully.

“Agatha, I respect your abilities as a witch. However, you and I both know Billy doesn’t need your input. Is there anything troubling you?”

“What’s it to you Maximoff? I don’t need advice from you, of all people.”

“Probably not, but it doesn’t hurt to talk. Nothing’s going to get to you anymore, you’re dead, remember?”

“I don’t need you meddling in my life, well death - I should say. Besides, I’m fine so I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“Agatha, I know about Nicky. I know you’re avoiding him. Rio told me what happened. I’ve been watching over him while she’s away, he’s a wonderful boy. He asks about you all the time.”

Agatha turns away from Wanda, eyes pooling with tears at the thought of Nicky. All the time they spent apart. Fear filled her at the thought of finally showing up and disappointing him. She couldn’t face him yet. Yet thoughts of Wanda and Nicky surfaced, leaving a pool of bitterness and jealousy in her stomach. What if he prefers Wanda to her now? Would he still welcome her?

“She had no right to tell you, he’s my son. Nevertheless, I must return to Earth and take care of some business before returning to Nicky, I can’t face him yet,” she lets out with a shaky breath.

“Well if you’re absolutely certain-” is the last thing Wanda says before everything changes with a flick of a hand.

Suddenly, they’re transported to a room with a celestial being and two doors. Wanda starts to make her way to the door on the left before briefly turning around, “Take care Agatha,” is all she lets out before stepping through the door.

The celestial being wastes no time in demanding Agatha’s choice.

She freezes.

Her Nicky, waiting for her on the other side of that door. Could she go through it? Does she deserve going through that door? No. She couldn’t, not yet.

“Lady, I need an answer. Now.”

Rooted back to the present, Agatha clears her throat. The attitude was definitely not needed, how busy could the being be that they couldn’t wait for one internal conflict. Rude.

“Ghost. I’d like to return to Earth as a ghost for now.”

“What’s the purpose of the return?”

“I need to make amends by helping Billy Maximoff.”

“Very well, you have two years to do so. If you fail to achieve your purpose you will be forced to remain tied to your house in Westview for eternity. Is that clear?”

“Uhh, yes. I think so, very dark though, eternity is rather harsh.”

“Step to your right and enter through the door.”

Agatha takes a deep breath and makes her way through the door. Clutching her necklace, she steps through.

notes: hi!! so glad you actually made it through this. i’m honestly a little nervous because this is the first thing i’ve written in two years but i’m very excited to work on the other two prompts i’ve received so far ahh <3 anyways i really hope you enjoyed this bc once again im nervous lolsies

[beefrobeefcal]

I have a Thot to contribute for the Beefro Repentance Tiddie Fic, in case it is helpful or shall I say... titillating? 😂 (I'm sorry)

Since it didn't specify who gets milked, maybe we go back to late-stage pregnant Mouse? A little lactation play where Frankie drinks from her after dinner until he tops off his big full belly? (Big enough to rival her bump 🥵)

Or since it sounds like nonnie wants some male breast play too...add Frankie and Mouse playing with each other's delectable chests first?

Anyway just some ideas! I wasn't expecting your poll to turn out how it did, not gonna lie 😄 But hey, I'll enjoy wherever you take us with this!

You're a lifesaver, Reby!

fucking RIGHTS we need to expose Frankie's Breeding, Pregnancy & Lactation Kinks!

Smuttiest regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Mouse's Relief

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Pregnant Fem!Reader

Summary: Frankie helps Mouse find relief.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 2,382

Content Warning: pregnancy talk, main character pregnant, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, 5-knuckle shuffle (male), lactation, breast feeding, breast milk, cumming in pants, weight talk, eating, sore breasts

Author's Notes: Thank you @rebel-held for the assistance you provided in your THOT. Thank you to @thehalflifeofloveisforever, @theywhowriteandknowthings & @neverwheremoonchild for their input, eyes and THOTs.

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It had been a day. You were now on maternity leave, supposedly to be giving yourself some down time before your baby arrived, but you’d been anything but relaxed today.  

Your baby had been kicking the same rib over and over for the last three days, not allowing you to have any restful sleep; your big belly weighed heavily on you, making movements hard; and to top it all off, your milk had come in, making your breasts extremely sore and heavy.  

Pregnancy was so uncomfortable.  

Thankfully, it was a Friday and that meant you had Frankie all to yourself from the moment he got home to Monday morning at 6:00 am. He’s been so patient and caring with you, rubbing your feet and back, switching sides of the bed with you so you could be closer to the bathroom, and giving you your space when you needed to just be left alone because of the raging hormones in your body, then running back the moment you needed to be held.  

Despite being so uncomfortable, you decided to do something special for him to dinner and make his favourite – lasagna.  

**** 

Frankie arrived home, opening up the back door to the smell of his absolute favourite. He smiled and walked into the kitchen, seeing you leaning against the counter, your hands holding your phone and resting on your big belly, while you scrolled through whatever app you were hooked on today. He couldn’t help but notice how much more pronounced your chest was, and his cock twitched in his jeans. But before he could do anything, he knew he needed to test the waters first.  

“Hey mama…”, he said softly with a smile, coming up beside you and splaying his hand over your middle. He pressed a kiss on your temple and moved his hand over your sore side. “How’s the rib?” 

You sighed with a tired smile. “Sore… but okay. How was work?” 

He didn’t want to talk about work. Not when that sigh heaved your swollen tits, making his cock twitch harder.  

“Baby…”, he cooed as he kissed your neck, continuing to test whether you’d let him go further, and he reached up and gently palmed your tit.  

You hissed in pain, and he jumped back. “What? What happened?” 

“They hurt… so much… I’m sorry, Frankie. Please don’t touch my boobs.” 

“What- why are they so sore, Mouse?”, he asked, sounding concerned with a slight hint of annoyance.  

“Milk’s coming in, and they’re swollen and-“ 

“I can see that.”, he stated, his eyes glued to your ample cleavage.  

“Frankie.” Your tone was indicative of your own irritation and a warning that your hormonal temper was rearing its head.  

He looked up to your face and offered a sheepish grin.  

“Okay… no touching the tiddies.” 

You sighed again, not wanting your weekend to start with your mood. “It’s okay, baby. Dinner will be ready soon so you should have your shower. “ 

He nodded with a smile and kissed you quickly before heading to the bedroom.  

As Frankie stood in the shower, he tried to ignore his semi hard-on but his mind kept slipping back to the sight of you, round and heavy, tits swollen and all because of him. He gripped his now fully hard cock and pumped himself, thinking about how good you feel and smell and look, and…  

He came fast, his come hitting the shower wall then washing away under the spray of the shower. As he calmed down, he thought about how quickly he hit his release by his own hand when his mind was filled with you being pregnant. He grinned to himself as he finished his shower, making a mental note to take some more pictures of you like this for his personal spank bank, especially if you decided one kid was enough. He dried off and got dressed, heading back out into the kitchen with you.  

***** 

The lasagna was gone, and Frankie’s belly was the only evidence that it had ever existed. You couldn’t stomach it, so he had eaten your portion as well, so you had some fruit and soup instead.  

“Fuck me, Mouse… we both look like we’re about to pop.”, he chuckled, trying to pull down his T-shirt, the same one that fit just fine a few weeks ago.  

“Head to the couch, I’ll clean up.”, you said, standing up and wincing.  

“Abso-fuckin’-lutely not, mama.”, he grunted as he stood up. “I’ll clean up later. You need to relax.” 

After some coaxing, Frankie had convinced you to have a bath and he would be ready for you when you were done.  

As you soaked, Frankie sat on the couch, full belly sitting heavily on his lap, and he searched online for how to help you with your sore breasts. He read about warm compresses and massaging, then his heart almost jumped into his throat and his cock came to standing attention at once when he read that he could express the milk by sucking it out. He groaned and palmed at his hard on through his sweatpants. Yup. He was going to be so helpful.  

You got out of the bath, feeling more relaxed, minus your breasts, and got into your lounge clothes, then made your way out to the living room. You stopped in the doorway and watched as Frankie grunted looking at his phone with a feral intensity and his hand palming his crotch.  

“Am I interrupting anything?” Your tone was teasing and the grin on your face told him to not stop on your account.  

“I think I can help you… with your tiddy problem.”, he grunted, tossing his phone to the couch and standing up. He walked towards you, his eyes fixed on your chest, and he licked his lips.  

“Frankie! I said they’re sore!” 

“I know… and I wanna help.”, he groaned as he pulled you into his arms and kissed your neck. If it wasn’t for the fact you both had pronounced bellies, you know you’d feel his cock pressing into you.  

His hand came up and slipped under your shirt and he gently caressed your breast through your flimsy bralette. Your breath hitches and he hushed you and kissed your neck again.  

“Don’t think you understand what you do to me, looking like this, mama… your fucking body is just…”  

He grunted as his cock tried to find friction when he bucked his hips, and he softly twisted your nipple. You gasped and let out a pained whine, but he held you firmly where you were.  

“Lemma help, mama… please.”, he pleaded against your neck, breathing heavily. “Lemme make it better.” 

You winced again at his hands, as gentle and wonderful as they felt, and seriously considered telling him off. But the desperation in his voice plus the warmth of his hand on your swollen breast gave you pause.  

He stood up, nudging his nose against yours, his eyelids heavy and he whispered please again. You nodded and he led you to the couch.  

Once you were seated, he went to the bathroom and grabbed a few towels, and put them beside you. He leaned down, holding himself above you with his hand on the back of the couch. He kissed you, and you could tell he was holding himself back as he did. He released your lips and pressed his forehead against yours.  

“Fuck, Mouse, you look so good like this…”, he panted as he stood up. “I’m gonna help…” 

He dropped to his knees between yours and pushed your shirt up over tour belly, kissing and mouthing his way up. You watched him with wide eyes, and it dawned on you what he was planning.   

“Frankie? What are you gonna-“ 

“Gonna make it better, mama… gonna help you.”, he grunted again, pushing your shirt your breasts and pulling it over your head.  

He sat back on his heels and looked you over with a ravenous ferocity in his eyes.  

“Fuck... yes, mama... look so good...”, he groaned, his hands going to your swollen middle. “No idea what it does to me to see you stretching out your shirts because you're so full of my baby... tits looking amazing....” 

He dove his face forward, kissing your belly again, moving up to mouth your nipple through the jersey knit fabric of your bralette. It felt amazing, but also completely confusing and overwhelming. The only time Frankie had expressed this much admiration for your swollen body was when he was drunk; he would get handsy and needy and would whine and beg you to ride him or let him fuck you in front of a mirror so he could see you. He was never this demanding and gropey and domineering. This was new and you were not mad at it. 

“Frankie...”, you whined as you panted when he nipped just a bit too hard at your breast. “Please! They’re so sore... please be gentle!” 

“I know... I know, mama... I’m gonna help.”, he cooed, sucking your nipple lightly through your bralette. 

You sucked in your breath and your hand went to his head, gripping his hair, and you winced as he added pressure with his hand to your other breast, causing it to leak a bit. When he felt the warmth of your milk saturate your bralette, he sat back and stared. His pupils were so blown out, you could no longer differentiate where his irises were, and his eyes were fixed on your clothed, leaking breast. 

“Frankie... are you gonna...?”, you asked quietly through heavy breathing. 

His eyes didn’t move as he nodded slowly and licked his lips. His hands came up and pulled your bralette off, releasing your heavy breasts, and his mouth immediately grasped one of your nipples and sucked. You let out a breathy whine and once again gripped his hair, this time with both hands. The pinch and pull of him sucking to get your milk moving was almost too much until you felt a release.  You sighed at the relief that washed over you and Frankie groaned as milk spurted into his mouth.  

He swallowed mouthful after mouthful of milk, grunting as he suckled, despite his belly already being full from his big dinner. He didn’t care about the ever-tightening feeling in his middle; his mind had a singular focus and that was what he had in his mouth.  

When he felt like he couldn’t get more from that breast, he released your nipple and licked it, looking up at you with dark eyes and panting. He moved over to your other breast, now leaking even more, and nudged it with his nose and his tongue darted out, licking up the escaped milk.  

“Jesus... Mouse... you taste so fucking good...”, he grunted as he lapped up the warm liquid. His voice sounded deep and primal, like your weeping tits had unlocked some deep seeded need Frankie hadn’t tapped into yet. 

You locked eyes with him again and he made a low growl as he pulled your nipple into his mouth and began sucking on it greedily.  

You leaned forward a bit and one of your hands slid down, looking for his hard cock, but his belly was in the way. You knew he was full before, but now his belly would rival yours. It felt tight and as your fingers rubbed and prodded him, and you felt his body move as he rutted his hips.  

“Poor baby... bet your dick is just aching... but you’re too big for me to get it... I can feel how full you are, Frankie baby... belly’s getting big... but you like this, don’t you... getting fat because you put a baby in me... that’s it... good boy...”, you cooed, stroking his hair. 

A low moan emanated from Frankie and his grip on your thighs tightened and he panted through gulps. When he finally drained the second breast, he sat back, and you released his hair. He looked like he was in another realm of existence, with milk dripping down his chin and his eyes blown out. He was panting and fell back and laid on the floor, his extremely full belly prominently jutting out above him and groaned. 

It took some work, but you got up off the couch, pulled on your sweater, and stood above Frankie, gently rocking back and forth, rubbing your belly. 

“Baby... your belly’s bigger than mine right now.”, you smiled, nudging his lovehandle gently with your foot and noted the wet patch on the crotch of his sweatpants. You grinned, knowing exactly what that was. 

He lifted his head and looked at his swollen middle and dropped it back down again.  “Fuck, I’m full.”, he groaned and closed his eyes. 

“I’d get on the floor and give you a belly rub, but...”, you grinned, motioning to your baby bump. “We both don’t need to be stuck on the down there.” 

Frankie huffed a laugh, his eyes opening as he looked up at you. “How are your boobs?” 

“Much better, thank you.”, you chuckle, as he struggles to lug himself upright. 

Once he stands up, you can see his back arching to accommodate the weight in his belly. You reach forward and rub his tummy and smile.  

“Kinda over did it, huh?”, you asked, giving him a pat and leaning towards him to press a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.”, he murmured as smiled and splayed his hand on your belly, feeling your little one moving around.  

“So, you came in your pants, huh?”, you said pointedly with an eyebrow raised. 

He huffed a laugh, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and pulled you to his side. “Yeah... I came in my fucking pants.” 

“Sucking on my tits was so good that you came in your pants? You kinky bastard...” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah... ”, he grinned, nudging you towards the bedroom and swatting at your backside.  

You stopped and grinned, biting your lower lip, as you felt his belly press into your back, and he wrapped his arms around your middle.  

“Watch your mouth... carrying my baby can only save you from so much, Mama.”, he growled into your ear as he guided you down the hallway and int your bedroom. 

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[unriding]

Hi hi! I love your works and I was wondering if you had thoughts on Mydei as a father or if he would even consider that a route in his life? I think later on he would but I love to hear others’ input!

omg ??! hi hi !! you are so sweet nonnie thank you for reading & also visiting with such a cute question!! AND good morning to you ^^ i hope your day is wonderful!

mydei as a father — i think he becomes much more aware of the things around him! things he likely never paid much attention to beforehand because of his strength. it’s only when he’s holding the hand of a small and delicate child that he notices the sidewalk has far too many bumps and divots. the plants have pointy thorns that protrude further out than he would like. even things as insignificant as weather changes — a barely noticeable drop in temperature, or even a subtle gust of wind that has just enough strength to kick dust into eyes .. he’s more cautious of all these things that wouldn’t have even mattered to him before.

for him to have been surrounded by strong warriors for much of his life, to now — waking up beside you and the cries of a small child is vastly different from what he’s used to. so with time, i think he would become much more gentle. the look in his eyes softens when he speaks to you or the child, he kneels — extends his arms to urge them to climb onto him rather than scooping them up off the ground himself … he lets the child tug and pull at his hair — stick little clips and bows on it with nothing aside a harmless huff.

also — i will add that i think him mixing milk into his pomegranate drink to make it a pink-ish color is rather cute, and surely he would do the same for his child :> matching little 🌸 drinks .. !!

[rottenraccoons]

The cover name I always use is Minx so I was confused at first when Oleander started calling us that as a nickname LOL

Ha! There's always a small risk of that happening in games where you get to pick your name, it's just the nature of the format. But at least it's usually funny when it happens!

There is actually a small easter egg in Oleander's route regarding inputted names that I'm not sure any player has found yet. At least, I don't remember seeing anyone comment on it before. Thanks for reminding me of that, nonny (and subsequently letting me hint at it for y'all) 😊

[wildpeachfarm]

I don't know if you remember me but I am the anon who once said that I'm expecting a little baby boy as I talked about being worried how people percieve SA and their victims and accusing innocent people of it etc.

Just wanted to let everyone know that my little baby was born around three days ago. He's healthy and we're gonna leave for home tomorrow and my partner and I can't be happier <3 We gave him 'Dave' as a middle name (obviously not gonna say more) because it was the name Technoblade fooled everyone with in thinking it was his actual name!

And I wanted to thank you for always being so calm and look at situations with different perspectives. It really helped staying calm during the stressful time.

You are loved and appreciated, Moku <3

OH MY GOD CONGRATS!!!!

Yes I absolutely remember you and I am SO happy to hear you both are doing well! I think that middle name is perfect haha

Really thank you for popping in here for your occasional input and also being chill during this ESPECIALLY with a baby on the way 😭

Love you nonnie! and I hope you guys have the best time getting to know the new member of your family ^^

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph, I would like to know what exactly the Fandom Trumps Hate is, or something like that. I've seen it several times but I don't know what it is. Could you please, with your infinite wisdom, explain it to me and the other people that don't know? Thanks in advance, and have a good day.

Hey Nonny!

I actually answered this question very recently, so I'll just copy-paste the blurb I wrote about it from there:

FTH is “Fandom Trumps Hate”, an annual fandom creative labour [event] to raise money for non-profit organizations doing amazing things in the world to combat hatred and bigotry. It happens every February, and basically creatives sign up to offer their labour (art, writing, crafts, proofreading… it’s really open to anything that the participant is open to doing) for people to bid on, auction-style, and the winning bid goes to the creative’s chosen non-profit. You can read more about it on their FAQ on their Tumblr!

Basically, @fandomtrumpshate is similar to a silent auction, where you input your bid for a creator's labour, essentially commissioning a creative with the winning bid going to the chosen organization. It's ALL manual though (not like e-bay) so you have to pretty much keep a sharp eye on the creatives you want to make sure you get the winning bid at the end of the week. All of us creators that participate yearly in the auction do it because we WANT to make the world a better place for everyone <3

It happens at the end of every February since 2017 (created in response to the political landscape at the time [and currently, honestly]) , with bidding usually happening at the beginning of March.

They also have a sibling auction called @marveltrumpshate that I just found out about last year (and probably will participate in this year if I only do two auctions for FTH), which is SPECIFIC to the various iterations of the Marvel Multiverse <3 I THINK they're in November.

I have been participating in it with fanart for the past 5 years, and I LOVE doing it. It's fun, and it gives me a boost of confidence to see people want to bid on me.

This year is a RECORD number of creators participating in FTH, over ONE THOUSAND!!! I'm SO excited to see how much good that those 1000 auctions are going to bring in for the non-profits.

I hope that helps a bit, and like I mentioned, check out FTH's official FAQ for any additional questions, but I will try my best to help you answer any others you have!

And, if that piques your interest, why not browse this year's BBC Sherlock creators, bookmark the ones you're interested in, and get ready to bid on them on March 5!

*HUGS* Cheers Nonny! <3

[lovely-showtimes]

Hello! Can I request this.. sekai boys x reader who is afraid of doctors/hospitals?

Thank you in advance, have a nice day! <3

hospitals.

characters - akito, toya.

type - scenario.

contains - reader is stated to have anxiety, because ... well, i do, and i can best describe being scared of something if i use my own experiences, if that makes sense.

a/n - thank you, nonnie!! i hope you have a wonderful day as well <3 i was gonna just make these hcs but i thought maybe a small drabble would work better? also i'm sorry that it's only akito & toya, i truly couldn't think of anything interesting for tsukasa & rui (╥﹏╥) please forgive me ...

It's just a check-up. I'll be fine.

Those were the words you told yourself repeatedly as you pace around your living room, trying to ignore the pit of anxiety in your stomach.

It's fine. Just like always, they'll tell me everything is fine, and then I'll go back home. It won't be as bad as I'm expecting.

Yet, no matter how much you tried to reason with yourself, your fears stayed present in your mind, gnawing at you and making your anxiety even worse.

While you were pacing around, lost in thought, Akito reenters the room once more. He was holding the glass of water you'd asked him to get for you a few moments ago.

He sighs, placing the glass down on the table and walking over to you.

"Oi. Stop pacing like that. You're not making yourself feel any better, you know?" He places his hands on your shoulders firmly and gently spins you around to face him.

"But I can't stop thinking about it." You rub your face and groan quietly.

Akito frowns and lets go of you once more. He can't stand to see you like this, but Akito has never been particularly good at comforting people, especially when they're anxious like this. Hell, he doesn't even know how to cope with it when it happens to himself...

"You know what," he speaks after a few moments of silent contemplation, "After the visit's over, do you wanna come to this cafe nearby? It could be something else for you to think about instead of the visit, I guess."

You lift your head in surprise. "That's... That's actually a great idea, 'Kito!! Thank you!!"

You throw your arms around him in a sudden hug, causing him to stumble backwards slightly. He soon steadies himself forever, and hugs you in return.

"It's nothing, really," he chuckles lightly. "I'm just glad you don't seem as worried anymore."

You exhale loudly, tapping your foot absentmindedly on the carpeted floors. Currently, you were hanging around the arcade with your boyfriend, Toya.

Well, you were supposed to be. He had gone off... somewhere. You could guess where, but seeing as you don't go to the arcade often, you're not sure where to go to seek him out.

You sigh again, fidgeting with your shirt. Toya took you here because he wanted you to have a nice time before you had to go for your check-up, you were aware of that. But your fears clawed at you, making you unable to enjoy the atmosphere.

You begin wandering around, searching for Toya. Maybe if you're with him, you could relax a little. Maybe...

It took quite a while of aimless wandering (you could have just called him and asked where he was, but that would mean admitting you were lost... which you would very much prefer to avoid), but you found him eventually.

Toya was right where you expected to find him, at the claw machine. He was utterly engrossed in the game, a level of concentration you didn't often see from him.

You took a few quiet steps closer, eyes wide in awe. You hadn't ever actually seen him play this before, and it was strangely mesmerizing, despite how simple the gameplay was.

Before you knew it, Toya had gained yet another plushie from the machine. He carefully drops it into the bag he'd placed beside the machine and goes to input another coin to play again.

"Ah, Toya," you hurry over to stop him from spending all his money on crane games. "I've been looking for you. I-I have to go soon, so..."

You trail off, averting your gaze. You wish you didn't have to go, but there was nothing you could do to. You had to go at some point...

"Ah, yes. I'd forgotten about that." Toya picks up the bag of plushies he'd obtained (wow, there was way more in that bag than you'd originally thought) and holds it out to you. A soft smile appears on his face.

"Here. I got these for you."

You slowly take the bag from him in bewilderment. Did he really just come here so he could get a bunch of plushies for you...? It was a fairly good idea on his part, to be honest... It's an easy way to get lots of plushies for relatively little amounts of money.

Your eyes made contact with a particular bunny plushie in the bag. Somehow, its cute little face managed to temporarily make you forget about your fears.

"Toya, you're too sweet!" You quickly meet his eyes once more and beam. "Thank you for all this, you're the best!"

Toya's smile grows. "It's nothing, really. C'mon, we should get going."