#p: puddin

[icebird-khion]

Khion had spent the earlier part of his evening with Gwyn and Seth causing some mischief and getting lit, not necessarily in that order. He and Noel would meet up later to celebrate the rest of the evening. At some point Khion separated himself from his original company, bouncing between Cannabites and Euphoria as wherever his mood took him. Whatever he'd taken earlier in the night had long worn off with his accelerated metabolism and healing and now the pamola was coasting the rest of the evening on alcohol and cigarettes.

He knew where and when to meet Noel, which was perfect timing considering he needed a fresh drink in his empty hand. He recognized his owner immediately having seen the reaper's Joker to his Harley costume before they'd both left for the night. "There you are, puddin'," the pamola said, grinning wide and looking quite manic with the messy blue and red Harley makeup. "I've been waiting for you all night."

@thereapernoel

[mononijikayu]

puddin’ pop — kamo choso.

GENRE: alternate universe - modern au!

WARNING/S: fluff, romance, opposites attract, female! reader, not safe for work (nsfw), r-18, smut, body praise, kissing, rough sex, p-i-v sex, pet names (puddin' pop, sweetie and others....), societal prejudice, love, overflowing cuteness, slice of life, humor, light-hearted, being in love, romantic gestures, healthy relationship, tender affection, sexual intercourse, aftercare, boyfriend – girlfriend relationship, depictions of sexual acts, depiction of body praise and care, depiction of naked bodies, mention of sexual innuendo, mention of alcoholic consumption, mention of sexual intercourse, metal head bf! choso, pastel girlie! gf reader, pastel girlie gf! loves her metal head bf! choso so much, everyone if you're looking for love, make sure its as stinking cute and loving as this one, its what everyone deserves!!!;

WORD COUNT: 7.8k words.

NOTE: this entire thing was inspired by this art made by the lovely ushy on twitter!!! i was just dazzled and in love with the possibilities of who metal head bf choso could be like. i was enthralled. so, a lot of credit goes to ushy for creating such spectacular art that inspires me and others well!!! please check out ushy's art and support them too!!! anyway, this is the first time choso won the polls so im happy!!! i hope you all enjoy this!!! i love you all <3

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YOU LIKE THE FACT THAT YOU BOTH WERE DIFFERENT. Because it compliments you both so well, almost like yin and yang. At least that’s what Choso likes to say. And you agree with him. Choso and you couldn't be more different on the surface.

You were the pastel princess of the campus, always draped in floral skirts, baby pink cardigans, and bows in your hair. Everywhere you went, you seemed to bring a little sunshine and joy, something that stood out against the often drab college environment. People on campus often teased you, calling you a "walking cotton candy" or a "flower fairy."

Your boyfriend Choso, on the other hand, was a looming presence. Tall and muscular, his arms were covered in dark tattoos of skulls, serpents, and symbols no one dared to ask the meaning of. He wore black band shirts—Slayer being a favorite—ripped jeans, and chunky boots. His piercings glinted under the sun, and his eyeliner gave him a perpetual brooding look. Kamo Choso was the guy you didn’t approach unless you had to.

And because of this, people always wondered how you two could possibly be together. You couldn’t have been anymore from different worlds, galaxies entirely. Whispers never failed to follow you both wherever you went on campus, speculating that you must be too sweet for him or that he was just putting on an act. No one could see how you fit until today. And if you were being honest, you could care less about their invalid opinions.

Today was Choso’s concert with his metal band, and you hadn’t seen each other all day due to classes. And you can tell that it was already getting to you. It was fine to text him and all, but you like having your boyfriend around. You like holding him and kissing his cheeks. And he was warm. And it was getting colder. As you stood chatting with some friends outside the student union, the heads started to turn.

“Is that Choso?” one of your friends whispered, wide-eyed.

You turned, and there he was, his black combat boots stomping across the quad toward you. Your face flushed, your eyes bright eyed. Your lips peaked into a smile. But you noticed the look on his face and you couldn’t help but blink.

His face was still set in that familiar grimace that made people nervous, but you could tell immediately something was different. His hands were hidden behind his back, and his eyes flicked to the ground every few steps, like he was nervous.

“Hey, sweetie.” Choso said, his voice a soft contrast to his intimidating appearance. You could feel people watching you both, but Choso didn’t seem to notice. He reached behind him and pulled out a black band T-shirt—one with a matching Slayer skull logo to the one he was wearing.

“Uh, I was wondering if you... y’know, wanted to match tonight?” he asked, his face flushing red under the tattoos. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, as if he wasn’t the lead guitarist of one of the loudest, most intense bands on campus. He was just your beloved boyfriend Choso, looking like a shy boy asking for a favor.

There was a moment of stunned silence from the people around you. You could feel their confusion, the gears in their heads turning as they tried to reconcile the image of the “scary goth guy” with the one standing before you, blushing and fumbling over his words.

You giggled, clicking heels as you stepped closer and took the shirt from him. “Of course, babe! I’d love to match with you tonight.” You leaned up to kiss his cheek, making his blush deepen as a soft, content smile spread across his face. “I’m thankful you thought of me at all, babe. Thank you so much.”

“I always think of you a lot, sweetie.” He says to you in reply, which only made you swoon even more as you let your body embrace his own as you squealed about how much you loved him. And he smiled, as though the world was the most beautiful place.

That was when everyone seemed to get it. They saw the way Kamo Choso looked at you like you were the most precious thing in his world, how gentle he was with you despite his intimidating exterior. They realized that underneath all the black clothes, makeup, and tattoos, he was a gentle giant—soft, sweet, and completely devoted.

The campus finally understood why you worked. And yet all at once in the same breath, still not understand it at all. But you could hardly care.

As you slipped into the matching shirt, a wave of excitement ran through you. The black Slayer logo against your usual pastel aesthetic was jarring, but you loved the idea of supporting Choso in his world. Even if metal concerts weren’t your usual scene, being there for him made it all worth it.

You walked hand in hand toward the venue where his band would be performing later that evening. You enjoyed having his fingers intertwined with yours and his skin rubbing against you. You looked at him and grinned, which he returned. You both just enjoyed each other’s company, no matter what. Well, that’s what happens when you’re each other’s world.

Onlookers still stared, trying to wrap their heads around how the “campus goth king” and the “girly sunshine queen” made sense together. It wasn’t long before one of your friends caught up with you, curiosity bubbling over.

“Okay, I have to ask. How does this even work?” she asked, her eyes bouncing between Choso’s heavy chains and your flower-printed purse. “You guys are, like, total opposites.”

Choso chuckled softly, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand. You smiled up at your beloved boyfriend, feeling the warmth in his gaze before answering. You didn’t even want to stop looking at him. Your boyfriend was the prettiest, loveliest boy you ever laid eyes on. And everytime you looked at him, you just fell more deeply in love. 

“Well, it’s pretty simple, really.” you started, glancing at him for confirmation. He nodded for you to continue. “We balance each other. He’s got this tough look and I’m more on the bright and bubbly side, but it’s what’s inside that really matters.”

Choso squeezed your hand and added, “She brings me a lot of peace. People think I’m all dark and broody, but if there was any color in me, its my sweetie, here. She’s the one who helps me stay grounded. And honestly, I don’t think I’d ever smile this much without her.” His eyes softened as he spoke, showing a rare vulnerability. “I just….love my sweetie, you know?”

Your friend’s expression shifted from confusion to understanding, the pieces falling into place. “That’s actually... really sweet.” she admitted, looking at Choso with a bit less intimidation and a lot more curiosity. “I guess it’s just surprising because you both seem so different on the outside.”

You laughed, nudging Choso playfully. “Well, I’ve always believed it’s what’s on the inside that counts, right?”

Choso smiled shyly, looking a little embarrassed but happy. “Yeah, and we love each other. Doesn’t matter if we’re all black or pastels. We’re happy together. That’s it.”

By now, more people around you were starting to take notice, seeing the softer side of Choso they’d probably never expected. It became clear to everyone that your differences weren’t a problem—they were the reason you worked so well together. You could be the sunshine in his life, and he could be the calm, steady presence in yours.

As you approached the venue together, You could see that Choso’s bandmates were setting up the stage. They were all dressed in their usual dark, edgy attire, but they greeted you with warmth and fondness. It’s been like this for as long as you remember. They’re really the nicest people you know. And you’re happy because it means your boyfriend will always be surrounded with good people. And because of that, you would be too.

“Looking good in that shirt!” one of the band members teased, smirking at Choso as if to say, You really got her to match you, huh?

Choso grinned sheepishly, clearly proud but trying to play it cool. “Yeah, well, she’s supporting us tonight. Best girlfriend ever, right?”

You giggled and nodded, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Only for you, my baby.”

Before the show started, you found your place in the crowd. It was always the same one. Choso alway insisted that you always be near him as possible to not only make sure he knows you were safe — but so he can always see you and wink at you. And then you would blow back a kiss each and every time. It’s your boyfriend’s favorite part of the show.

You take a sip of your drink. People smiled at you and greeted you. You were a regular at the shows already. But it was always surreal being surrounded by people dressed in all black, while you, with your pastel skirt peeking out from under the band shirt, stood out like a daisy in a field of midnight roses. And all of them were happy to see you there too. Choso’s shows were always such a happy, safe space for you. 

But as the music started, something magical happened.

The moment the first riff tore through the air, it was as though Kamo Choso transformed before your eyes. His quiet, reserved demeanor melted away, replaced by an electrifying energy that radiated from the stage. The powerful riffs and heavy beats pulsed through the venue, reverberating in your chest, and you could feel the intensity of every chord he struck. His hands, the same ones that were always so soft and tender when they held you, moved with precision and power across the strings, commanding the music with effortless grace.

Despite the raw energy of the performance, there was something oddly calming about watching him like this. Seeing him completely in his element, doing what he loved with such passion, brought you a quiet sense of pride.

Every note, every beat, seemed to echo the essence of who he was—fierce, strong, but also thoughtful and deeply connected to his art. And in that moment, it became clear just how much of himself he poured into his music. You could tell that the stage was where he felt most free, and watching him there made your heart swell.

As the concert progressed, the crowd was fully immersed in the music, their energy feeding off Choso’s commanding presence. But every now and then, amidst the chaos, his eyes would seek you out.

Between songs, during brief moments of stillness, he'd glance over in your direction, his gaze softening when he found you in the crowd. It was his silent way of making sure you were okay, that you were enjoying the show, and it warmed your heart to know that even in the middle of performing, he was still thinking of you.

And then, you noticed the shift in the crowd.

People started glancing between the two of you—first at Choso, then at you, as if they were piecing together something they hadn’t quite understood before. They saw the way he’d search for you with his eyes, the subtle smile that would tug at his lips when he spotted you. They saw how your face lit up, your cheers louder than anyone else's, a beacon of support and pride for him to latch onto. 

It was as if, in that moment, the connection between the two of you was undeniable. The bond you shared became as visible as the music that surrounded you, a harmony of its own. Choso’s fans, who had admired him for his talent and stage presence, were now witnessing a softer side of him—a side that belonged solely to you. The glances from the crowd turned from curiosity to understanding, like they finally saw the deeper layers of the person who held their admiration.

And as the music swelled and the concert reached its climax, you could feel it too: the unspoken love that bridged the gap between the stage and the audience, a love that was yours and his, seen in every stolen glance, heard in every note. In that moment, it was as if the whole room was in tune with the rhythm of your connection, an energy that transcended the music itself.

When the final song came to an end, Kamo Choso walked over to the edge of the stage, still holding his guitar, and mouthed, “I love you.” 

Your heart swelled as you mouthed it back, your cheeks hurting from smiling so much. You just love him so much, and it made you the happiest person alive.

After the show, a few students from campus came up to you both, clearly still surprised but now more accepting of your relationship. One girl, who you recognized from your sociology class, shyly approached you.

“You two are actually kind of... adorable together, you know?” she admitted. “I didn’t get it at first, but seeing you both... it makes sense now.”

You smiled, giving her a nod of appreciation. “Thanks. We may seem like opposites, but we’re perfect for each other.”

As you and Choso headed home later that night, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in how you’d shown everyone that love doesn’t have to look a certain way. It doesn’t matter if you’re a pastel-wearing girly girl or a tattooed metalhead. Love is about finding someone who understands you, who balances you, and who makes your life better just by being in it.

And that’s exactly what you and Choso had—something perfectly imperfect, something that made sense in all the ways that really mattered.

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AFTER CLASSES SEPARATED YOU BOTH, YOU FINALLY CAME TOGETHER. You haven’t seen Choso since he got stuck for his violin recitals, so you were bored. It’s not like you weren’t doing anything in fashion classes, but you wanted to see him.

He was your energy boost. Just as much, he was your happy pill. And with a deadlock with your project, you needed to see him to freshen up. So, he finally had free time, he told you he’d come see you.

That’s also how you and Choso decided to go on a date, something simple yet special—just the two of you wandering through the city, hand in hand, without a care in the world. You were dressed in your usual soft pastels, a baby blue sundress fluttering around your legs as you walked, while Choso, in stark contrast, wore his typical all-black outfit. His band tee hung loosely over his broad frame, and his boots clunked with each step beside you.

As you entered the small café, people couldn’t help but glance in your direction, eyes widening at the sight of the unexpected pair. You were the picture of sweetness, like something out of a fairytale, while Choso looked like he just stepped off the stage of a rock concert. The two of you couldn’t be more different visually, yet anyone who took a closer look could see the way your fingers intertwined so naturally, how Choso’s eyes softened every time you spoke.

You found a cozy corner booth, and as you sat down, Choso immediately slid into the seat beside you rather than across from you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, and you smiled up at him, already feeling the warmth of his presence.

“What do you want, puddin’ pop?” you asked sweetly, your voice loud enough to catch the attention of the café staff nearby. The barista paused mid-order, eyes darting toward Choso, as if unsure she heard you right.

Choso, the ever-serious and brooding figure, glanced down at you with a soft chuckle, his fingers tracing light circles on your arm. “Whatever you’re getting is fine, babe.” he murmured, his tough exterior melting away completely in your presence.

The barista, clearly stunned by the interaction, couldn’t hold back her curiosity when she came to take your order. “You two… are so cute together!” she said, hesitantly at first. “I mean, I never would’ve guessed, but… it works!”

You laughed, used to the surprise reactions by now. “Thank you! Yeah, we get that a lot.”

The barista smiled, her nerves relaxing as she took your order. As she left, you turned back to Choso, your grin wide and playful. “See? Even she thinks you’re sweet, puddin’ pop.”

Choso rolled his eyes good-naturedly, though the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed how much he loved the nickname. “You and that nickname…” he muttered, but the smile tugging at his lips told you he didn’t mind one bit.

“Well, you are my puddin’ pop, aren’t you?” you teased, leaning into his side. “You’re like pudding—soft and sweet—and a lollipop, ‘cause you’re a treat.”

Choso groaned playfully, covering his face with his free hand as if embarrassed, but the warmth in his voice gave him away. “You’re gonna make me lose all my street cred, you know that?”

You giggled, giving him a peck on the cheek. “You’ll always be the cool goth guy to everyone else, but you’re my sweet puddin’ pop.”

As the two of you enjoyed your time together, sipping on drinks and sharing pastries, people in the café couldn’t stop sneaking glances. They saw the stark differences in your appearance but couldn’t deny the undeniable connection between you.

Choso’s tough exterior was all but gone when he was with you, replaced with soft smiles and gentle touches. To them, it was unexpected, but to you, it was perfectly normal. Choso, for all his darkness and edge, was the sweetest person you’d ever met, and he showed it in every little way.

But that didn’t bother you. You and your beloved boyfriend continued to talk about things that interest the two of you. Recently, he told you about his progress in some violin concertos and you told him about your progress on your final project for the design class you were in. The world was an echo when your Choso was talking, after all.

As you left the café hand in hand, Choso gave you a loving glance. “You know I’d do anything for you, right?” he asked, his voice quieter now, like it was just meant for your ears.

You smiled up at him, heart fluttering. “I know. And that’s why you’ll always be my puddin’ pop.”

And as the two of you strolled through the city, the sight of the goth guy and the pastel princess, people couldn’t help but admire how well you fit together. You were a perfect, unexpected match—proof that love doesn’t have to look a certain way.

As you and Choso wandered through the city, you could feel the occasional glances from passersby, but by now, you were so used to it that you didn’t even pay them any mind. Choso, however, always kept his guard up just a little, glancing sideways at anyone who looked too long. Not out of annoyance, but more out of protectiveness. Even though he was soft with you, he still liked to make sure no one thought they could mess with his sunshine.

You led him into a little boutique that had caught your eye, one filled with pastel-colored dresses, accessories, and things that practically screamed “you.” As soon as you walked in, you heard a small group of girls gasp near the entrance. You caught a snippet of their whispered conversation:

“Oh my God, is that him? The goth guy from campus?”  

“Wait, that’s his girlfriend? I didn’t know they were actually dating. They’re so... different!”  

“But look how cute they are together!”

You giggled softly, squeezing Choso’s hand as he rolled his eyes, his face slightly red from the attention. He wasn’t much for the spotlight when it came to your relationship, but it was hard to avoid it when everyone seemed so fascinated by the contrast between you two.

As you browsed through the racks, you couldn’t help but pull out a pastel pink sweater with tiny hearts embroidered on it. “This is so cute!” you exclaimed, holding it up for Choso to see.

He gave it a look, raising an eyebrow. “It’s… definitely you, sweetie.” he said with a smirk, though his tone was affectionate.

“Of course it is! What do you think, puddin’ pop? Would you wear it if I bought a matching one for us?”

Choso let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Yeah, no. I’ll stick with my black, sweetie. Thank you though."

You pouted playfully, nudging him. “Come on, just once? For me?”

Choso softened, and you could see the internal battle playing out on his face. You knew he’d do anything to make you happy, even if it meant stepping way out of his comfort zone. “Alright, fine sweetie.” he relented, sighing dramatically. “But only because you’re cute.”

Your eyes lit up, and you threw your arms around him in a quick hug. “You’re the best!”

The girl at the counter couldn’t stop staring as you and Choso approached to pay. She looked completely bewildered, like she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. “I—I love your outfits….” she stammered, scanning the pastel sweater. “You two are really… um, adorable.”

Choso, clearly flustered, mumbled a quiet “Thanks!” while you beamed and responded. “Aren’t we? He’s my sweet puddin’ pop, after all.”

The cashier blinked in surprise, probably not expecting the goth guy who looked like he belonged in a metal band to be called something so cute. But as she handed you the bag, you caught the faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips. It was as if she’d just witnessed a secret that made perfect sense in some strange way.

After leaving the boutique, Choso let out a deep breath, clearly relieved to be out of the spotlight. “I can’t believe you convinced me to get a pink sweater.”

You giggled, taking his arm and leaning your head against it. “You’re gonna look so cute, though! I’ll take a picture of us together and keep it forever.”

Choso groaned, but there was a smile on his face as he shook his head. “Only for you. I swear, you’ve turned me into a complete softie, sweetie.”

You looked up at him, eyes sparkling. “But you’ve always been a softie. You’re just finally admitting it.”

He gave a soft, resigned laugh. “Yeah, yeah… whatever you say.”

The two of you continued your walk, eventually ending up at your favorite park. As you found a bench to sit on, the sun began to set, casting a golden glow across the trees and flowers. It was quiet and peaceful, and you felt Choso’s arm wrap around your shoulders again, pulling you close.

For a moment, everything was perfect. You didn’t care about the stares or the whispers or the way people seemed to be so fascinated by the two of you. All that mattered was how you felt when you were with him—like the world was a little brighter, a little softer.

You glanced up at him, resting your chin on his shoulder. “You know, no matter how many people are surprised by us, I still think we’re perfect together.”

Choso smiled down at you, his eyes filled with a warmth that only you got to see. “I know. I wouldn’t trade this for anything, sweetie.”

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, the two of you sat there in comfortable silence, content in your own little world where opposites didn’t just attract—they completed each other.

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YOU HAD FREE TIME, AND HE DID TOO. So, it was just right for him to come by and cuddle with you. It was a quiet evening when Kamo Choso walked into your apartment, his usual black boots clunking against the hardwood floor as he made his way to where you were curled up on the couch. You looked up from your book and smiled when you saw him, your pastel-colored socks contrasting with the dark, brooding aura he carried everywhere.

"Hey, puddin' pop." you greeted sweetly, holding your arms out for him.

Choso's lips twitched into a soft smile as he walked over to you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. He settled beside you, his arm casually draping around your shoulders as you snuggled into his side. For a moment, the two of you just sat there in comfortable silence, but you could tell there was something on his mind.

He cleared his throat a little awkwardly, running his hand through his messy hair. “Hey… so, I, uh… I wrote a new song, sweetie.” he started, his deep voice a little unsure.

You sat up, instantly interested. “Really? That’s amazing! What’s it about?” 

His eyes darted away for a second, the usual confidence he exuded seeming to falter as his cheeks tinted pink. “Well… it’s about you.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, your heart doing a little flip at his words. “Me? You wrote a song about me?”

He nodded, clearly trying to play it cool, but you could see the faint blush creeping up his neck. “Yeah, I mean… I’ve been working on it for a while. It’s for the band. I wasn’t sure if you’d be into it, though, since, you know, you’re not really big on metal.”

Your heart practically melted at his bashful tone. Choso, the brooding goth guy who looked like he could crush someone with a glance, had written a song about you? It was like every romantic dream you never knew you had was suddenly real.

“Oh my gosh, puddin’ pop!” you squealed, your hands grabbing his arm in excitement. “I want to hear it! I don’t care if it’s metal, I’ll love it just because it’s from you!”

He chuckled, a little nervous but clearly pleased with your enthusiasm. “Are you sure? It’s kinda heavy, sweetie…”

You practically jumped up from the couch, tugging him along with you. “I’m sure! Come on, I need to hear this!”

Choso laughed as you dragged him to his guitar, which he had brought over for practice. He picked it up, settling it on his lap as you sat back down, eagerly waiting for him to start. The way your eyes sparkled made his heart swell with affection. He strummed a few notes, tuning the strings before looking at you with a small smile.

“Alright, sweetie….” he said softly, his voice gentle in contrast to the deep rumble of the guitar. “Just… keep an open mind, okay?”

You nodded eagerly, clasping your hands together as if you were about to witness the performance of a lifetime. Your eyes were shining brighter than ever before. Your face was focused on him, awestruck already. It’s as if you had decided that it was already the best song in the world (which to you, it was.)

Choso took a deep breath before he started playing, the guitar riff heavy and intense, but there was a surprising tenderness woven into the melody. It was raw, powerful, but there was an undercurrent of emotion that made your chest tighten. 

He began to sing, his voice low and gravelly, but the lyrics were… beautiful. They spoke of love, of safety, of someone who brought light into his dark world. Each word made your heart race faster as you realized just how deeply his love for you had inspired every note, every line.

Even though you weren’t as big into metal music as he was, you could feel the emotion behind each chord. It was him, pouring his heart into the music in a way only he could. You watched him, completely enraptured, as he sang about how you made him feel—how you were his bright spot, his calm amidst the storm.

When he finished, there was a brief silence, the air between you both charged with emotion. He glanced up at you, a little hesitant, waiting for your reaction. “So… what do you think, sweetie?” he asked quietly, his tough exterior cracking just a little as his vulnerability showed.

You didn’t even know how to put your feelings into words, so you did the only thing you could think of. You launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug. “Oh my sweet sweet puddin’ pop! That was beautiful! Oh my God, I can’t believe you wrote that for me! I love it, I love you!”

Choso’s arms wrapped around you instinctively, his deep chuckle vibrating through his chest as he held you close. “You really liked it? Even though it’s, you know… metal?”

You pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, your smile wide and full of love. “It doesn’t matter what genre it is! You put your heart into it, and I could feel it. It was perfect.”

Choso’s smile softened, and he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, his hand cradling the back of your head. “I’m glad. I just… wanted you to know how much you mean to me. You’re everything, you know?”

You felt your heart swell, your love for him overflowing. “You’re everything to me too, puddin’ pop. I can’t believe you wrote me a song,” you gushed, still in awe of how deeply his love for you translated into everything he did.

Choso blushed again, clearly not used to being fawned over like this. “Well… you inspire me, sweetie.” he mumbled, his voice gruff but full of affection. “Always.”

You grinned, resting your head against his shoulder as he held you close. “I’ll always be your biggest fan, no matter what. Even if I’m not the biggest metalhead.”

He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your hair. “That’s all I need.”

You stayed wrapped in Choso's arms for a while, the warmth of the moment lingering between the two of you. His heart was still pounding against your cheek, and it was clear that even for someone as stoic as him, sharing the song with you had meant the world.

"I can't believe you were nervous about showing me that, hm?" you whispered, tracing little circles on his chest. "It was so beautiful. The way you turned your love into music... you’re amazing, puddin’ pop."

Choso let out a soft, almost bashful chuckle. “Yeah, well… it’s easier to play it in front of a crowd than just for you. I wanted it to be perfect, sweetie.”

Your heart melted at his honesty, and you squeezed him a little tighter. "It was perfect. And it just makes me love you more."

Choso smiled softly, the tough-guy act completely dropped as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. “Good.” he said quietly. “Because I’ll probably write a dozen more songs about you.”

You laughed, your cheeks flushed with warmth. "Promise?" you teased, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“Promise, sweetie.” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you again, slow and tender. 

There was something about Choso’s kisses that always made you feel like the world had stopped for just a second—like the two of you were the only ones who existed. And in moments like this, it didn’t matter if you didn’t share his love for metal music or if your pastel wardrobe clashed with his dark, edgy style.

When the kiss ended, you both settled back on the couch, with Choso resting his guitar against the wall. You nestled into his side, your fingers laced together. The silence between you was comfortable, but you could tell there was still something on his mind.

“I’m thinking about playing it at our next gig, sweetie.” he finally said, glancing down at you. “I’d want you there… if you’re up for it.”

Your eyes widened with excitement. “You want me there when you play it? Of course, I’d love to be there!”

Choso looked relieved by your enthusiasm, though there was still a hint of nervousness in his eyes. “It’ll be loud, though. Probably going to be louder than our last gig since it’s with other metal bands.”

You grinned, nudging him gently. “I’ll bring earplugs, don’t worry. But I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I want to be there when you play our song, you know?”

Choso’s gaze softened, and he squeezed your hand. “You don’t know how much that means to me, sweetie. It’ll be the first time I’ve played a song that personal.”

You smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder. "Well, now it’s personal to me too. I’ll be there, cheering you on in my pastel outfit, and I’ll make sure everyone knows I’m the one you’re singing about."

He chuckled, imagining the sight of you in the crowd, all sweetness and sunshine, while his band rocked out on stage. “You’ll definitely stand out, sweetie.” he said with a teasing smirk.

“Good! I want everyone to know I’m your biggest fan, puddin’ pop!” you replied with a grin.

Choso kissed the top of your head, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on the back of your hand. “You always have been.”

The rest of the night was spent in quiet contentment. You stayed wrapped up in each other, talking about his band, the upcoming concert, and the thought of hearing your song live for the first time. Choso shared little stories from his rehearsals, his voice full of excitement whenever he mentioned the moment he’d finally reveal the song to the audience—and to you.

“I’m already planning my outfit!” you joked, imagining what you’d wear to one of his gigs. “Something cute but not too out of place.”

Choso laughed, pulling you closer. “Wear whatever you want. I’ll be proud to have you there, no matter what.”

You looked up at him, your eyes full of love. “I’ll be there in the front row, cheering for you. And afterward, we’ll celebrate with a giant lollipop, since, you know, you’re my puddin’ pop.”

Choso groaned, his cheeks turning a faint shade of red, but the smile on his face didn’t fade. “You’re never gonna let that nickname go, are you?”

You giggled, shaking your head. “Never. It’s part of the deal.”

He rolled his eyes, but the fondness in his voice was undeniable. “I guess I can live with it… as long as you keep being my inspiration.”

And with that, the two of you fell into a peaceful silence again, your hearts full of love. As the night continued, you couldn’t help but think about how lucky you were. Choso might’ve been tough on the outside, but underneath all of that was the sweetest, most caring person you’d ever met. And now, knowing he’d written a song about you, you felt even closer to him than ever before.

No matter how different you seemed on the outside, Choso’s love for you translated into everything he did—from his quiet moments with you to the powerful music he created. It was all a reflection of the way he saw you, and it made you fall even deeper in love with your sweet, tough, and tender-hearted puddin’ pop.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

IT’S BEEN A WHILE FOR BOTH OF YOU SINCE ITS FINAL WEEK. Your metalhead boyfriend Choso finally arrives at your dorm, his presence immediately filling the room with warmth. He steps in close, his strong hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you gently but firmly against him. His breath is warm on your skin as he leans down, his lips softly grazing the sensitive area around your ear. 

"Want to do it, sweetie?" he murmurs, his voice husky, a teasing grin tugging at the corners of his lips because he knows your answer already. “I missed you….”

“I missed you too, puddin’ pop.” You whispered back, a sly smile on your lips. Your eyes lustfully gazing back at him. “So so so much….”

“Just how much, sweetie?”

“A lot.” You whispered as your fingers trailed onto your thighs and a little bit lower. Choso was already sure what he’d find down there. He knows you too well. His little sweetie. “Help me, puddin’ pop. I need you.”

As soon as you give him the slightest confirmation, he effortlessly scoops you up, cradling you in his arms like you weigh nothing. His lips never leave your skin as he walks you towards the bedroom, each kiss a little more insistent, a little more needy. Between the kisses, he leans in close to your ear, whispering the dirtiest, most wicked things, his words making your skin tingle.

As Choso carries you, his lips trail down your neck, leaving a path of heat with every kiss. His grip tightens slightly around your waist, the tension building with each step toward the bedroom. The way he whispers into your ear, voice low and raspy, sends shivers through your entire body. His words are teasing, laced with promises that make your mind race, each one more wicked than the last.

He lays you down gently on the bed, his body hovering over yours, eyes dark with desire as he drinks in the sight of you. His hands roam your body, slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment, every inch of your skin. His kisses grow deeper, his whispers more urgent, as his desire for you becomes undeniable. 

"You're mine tonight, sweetie." he breathes, his voice thick with lust.

You smiled. “I always was, puddin’ pop.”

Choso’s lips crash against yours, the intensity building as his hands explore your body with purpose, claiming every inch of you. His touch is firm yet careful, as though he’s memorizing the way you react to each kiss, each graze of his fingertips. His words, laced with that rough edge, never stop. 

“I’ve been thinking about this all day, sweetie.” he mutters between kisses, his breath hot against your skin as he trails his lips back down to your neck. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

He pins your wrists gently above your head, holding you in place, his eyes locking onto yours with a burning intensity. He leans down again, his lips brushing your ear as he growls softly, “I want to hear you say my name… over and over.”

His words send a rush of heat through your body as he lowers himself, every movement slow, teasing, deliberate, until the anticipation becomes almost unbearable. The room feels electric, the air between you charged with desire, as he continues to whisper the dirtiest, most enticing things.

Choso’s hands slide down your arms, his grip firm yet tender as he keeps you pinned beneath him. His breath is hot against your skin, his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss before trailing back to your neck, down to your collarbone, teasing with every move. The way he takes his time with you, savoring each reaction, has you breathless.

"You're so perfect for me, sweetie." he whispers, his voice thick with lust and affection. "I love watching you like this."

His hands move lower, fingers tracing your sides, sending shivers down your spine as he leans in closer, his body pressing against yours. He kisses you deeply again, the kind of kiss that makes your head spin, before pulling back just enough to meet your eyes.

“I’m not stopping until you’re completely mine tonight, sweetie.” he growls softly, his words dripping with intensity. The way he says it sends a rush of anticipation through your entire body, making you ache for his touch even more. 

Without breaking eye contact, he lowers himself further, his kisses moving lower, trailing heat in their wake. Every touch, every word leaves you feeling completely consumed by him, the world around you fading away until it's just you and him, tangled together in this moment that feels both endless and electrifying.

Choso’s kisses become more intense, his pace deliberate yet teasing, as if he’s relishing the control he has over every inch of your body. His hands trace slow, burning paths along your skin, each touch igniting a fire inside you. He knows exactly how to make you melt beneath him, every movement calculated yet filled with raw passion. 

He leans back up, his eyes locking onto yours, dark with desire. "I love how you react to me, sweetie." he murmurs, voice dripping with a mix of dominance and affection. "The way your body responds... it drives me wild."

His fingers trail lightly across your chest before grabbing hold of your waist, pulling you even closer, his breath ragged with anticipation. His lips return to your ear, teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin as he whispers, "You're going to scream my name tonight."

The way he says it sends shockwaves through your body, the desire in his voice leaving you aching for more. His hands grip you tighter as he kisses you deeply, his passion consuming you entirely. Every whispered promise, every soft growl, every lingering touch leaves you yearning for more, completely lost in the moment, knowing he’s not letting up until you’re both completely spent.

"You’re mine, just mine." he growls, his voice low and possessive, making it clear that he’s going to fulfill every wicked promise he’s made tonight.

Choso’s lips crash against yours once more, each kiss more urgent and consuming, as if he’s claiming you entirely. His hands grip your hips firmly, guiding your body beneath his, the heat between you growing unbearable. The intensity in his eyes makes your breath catch, his gaze full of need, raw desire, and something deeper — a craving that goes beyond the physical.

He presses his body closer, his breath hot against your skin as he continues to whisper the dirtiest, most intimate words in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “You don’t know how much I need you right now, god…..” he murmurs, his words laced with desperation and control.

His touch becomes rougher, more insistent, as he moves in rhythm with the tension building between you. Every kiss, every graze of his fingertips, pulls you deeper into the moment, making you forget everything else. It’s just you and him, the weight of his body pressing down on you, the way his voice rasps your name in between breaths, each sound sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

"Say my name, sweetie." he growls, his voice husky, lips hovering near your ear. "I want to hear it. I want to hear how much you need me."

“Cho, cho—” You choked in pleasure as he continued to find him satiating you with pleasure over and over. “Baby, p–puddin’ pop. Please. Oh—”

You feel yourself slipping, losing control as his words become more possessive, each touch pushing you closer to the edge. The room feels smaller, the air heavy with heat and desire as Choso claims you again and again, each time more intense than the last.

And just as you think you can’t take any more, he leans down, his lips brushing your skin as he whispers, “You’re mine. Only mine. Sweetie, you know that right?” His words linger in the air, echoing through the haze of pleasure that surrounds you both, sealing the night with a promise only the two of you can understand.

“I do, I do.” You moaned out in a frenzy. “Baby, my puddin’ pop, I do. O–only, uh…only yours!”

Choso’s pace quickens, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate, as if he’s on the verge of losing control himself. His grip tightens around your waist, fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you closer, the weight of his body grounding you while pushing you to the edge of sensation. His lips are everywhere—your neck, your collarbone, your lips—claiming you with every kiss, every touch. 

Your breaths come in ragged gasps as the tension builds between you, the heat reaching an unbearable peak. He groans softly, his voice thick with need as he whispers, "I’m right there with you... just let go for me." His words are a command and a plea all at once, and the sound of his voice is enough to push you to the brink.

With a final, shuddering thrust, the world around you seems to fall away, the pressure inside you finally releasing in a wave of pure ecstasy. Choso’s name tumbles from your lips, over and over, exactly the way he wanted. His own breath hitches as he follows you into that climax, a deep, guttural groan escaping his throat as his body tenses against yours, the pleasure overwhelming him too.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm and ragged against your skin as he rides out the last waves of pleasure, holding you tightly as if he never wants to let go. His fingers gently stroke your skin now, soft and soothing in contrast to the intense passion you just shared. 

For a moment, everything is quiet, just the sound of your mingled breathing filling the room, the intensity of the moment settling into a soft, shared intimacy. Choso presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice a low whisper as he says, “You’re everything I need, sweetie.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. epilogue

As the intensity fades and the world starts to come back into focus, Kamo Choso gently eases himself beside you, his arms never leaving your body. His expression softens, all the hunger and fire replaced with tenderness as he looks at you, his thumb brushing over your flushed cheek.

"You did so good, sweetie." he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His touch is slow, deliberate, as he strokes your hair, helping you come down from the high. He wraps the blanket around both of you, pulling you into his chest, his body warm and comforting against yours. 

He reaches for a water bottle on your bedside table, offering it to you with a small smile. "Drink up, hm?" he says gently, knowing how much you need it. After you take a sip, he tenderly kisses your temple, his fingers tracing soothing circles along your back. 

The atmosphere shifts into something soft and intimate, his hands carefully massaging your sore muscles, making sure you feel cared for. His voice is low, murmuring sweet reassurances, "I've got you… I’ll take care of you."

Once he's satisfied that you're comfortable, Choso shifts so you're nestled in his arms, your head resting on his chest. He stays close, his fingers gently stroking through your hair, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear. There's a certain peace in the quiet moments after everything, and you feel completely safe with him, wrapped up in his warmth.

"You know I’m not going anywhere tonight, right?" he says softly, his voice laced with affection. He leans down to kiss the top of your head, his arms tightening around you protectively. "I’ll be here, all night, right next to you."

The two of you lie there, tangled in each other, as the night settles around you. The outside world doesn’t matter anymore—just the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the way he holds you as if you’re the most precious thing in the world.

As sleep starts to pull you in, Choso whispers, “I love you, sweetie.” his voice barely audible but filled with sincerity. And in that moment, everything feels perfect, knowing he’ll be right there when you wake up. Your beloved metalhead boyfriend.

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[love-fictional-ppl]

hi!! can I request a smut with Reiner that makes the fem!reader look into his eyes while he's thrusting into her from behind? with some praises or degrades👀 It's just been on my mind lately lol

thank youuu!

Yk anon, Reiner is my #1 bae🤭🤭🤭 also lowkey is giving cowboy!reiner

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Summary: Praising Reiner as he’s fucking you from behind while making eye contact🤭

Pairings: Dom!Reiner Braun x fem!reader

Warnings: porn w/o a plot, p in v, unprotected sex, choking, cream pie, praise

A/N: I need him in me so badly

Reiner snaps his hips into you, one hand holding your arm for leverage, the other making a makeshift ponytail. He was pulling your head back uncomfortably to force you to hold eye contact. At this point you were going cross eyed, but you couldn’t help thinking how beautiful Reiner looked in that moment. Sweating, panting, groaning, muscles clenched, hair sticking to his forehead, smirk on his face.

You felt obligated to tell him, “you’re so hot.” You probably seemed stupid talking to him.

“Thanks, puddin’,” Reiner looked at you lovingly while responding, in return for the compliment he starts snapping his hips into you harder. It hit you, the praise fueled him.

You wanted him to break you, so you started to throw praise at him.

“You’re pounding this pussy so good.”

“You look like a god.”

“No one can fuck me like you.”

You were too fucked out to remember some of the other stuff you rambled, while getting your guts rearranged.

Reiner pulled you by your hair so that your back was against his chest, not once stopping his movements. He grabbed your jaw turning your head so you could see him. You were about to cum.

Thrusts punctuating his words, he asks, “Who’s pussy is this?”

Moaning, so close to the feeling you crave, dumb on dick. You couldn’t even comprehend his words.

“I asked you a question.” Stopping his hips, he squeezes his hand around your neck

You cry out, “Yours!”

“Good, I’m gonna fill this cute cunt up.” You tighten around him, letting the dam break. You were sure he would have a ring of white around the base of his cock.

Twitching inside of you, he fills you with his cum. He continues to fuck you through both your highs.

You collapse on the bed in exhaustion, ready for sleep.

“Where are you going? I’m not done with you.”

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Roommate!Kats is on the brain who tells you he can hear you getting off to him in your room when you're so sure you're being quiet. He wants to show you how good he can fuck you and makes a bet with you that you're probably going to lose. Get your checkbook ready.

C/W ::: A bit of misrepresentation of the situation (but god who cares), Unprotected sex P->V, sex bet. *aged up Kats*

Bakugo shrugs. "I don't care if you agree with me or not. I see how you look at me. I hear you at night sometimes. Bah! Who'm I kiddin'. I hear you a lot. 'Oh, oh god ... Kats ... fuck yes. Right - oh fuck - right there!' 'M not stupid." He realized what he'd just said and how he'd just said it. But he wanted to prove a point to you: That he knows you're solely after his cock.

You think it would be in your best interest not to argue with him. But he was being so presumptuous right now.

"How can someone who thinks so little of himself have such an ego, huh, super star? Jesus. I'm not saying 'Kats', I'm ... I'm saying ..." You squinted your eyes at him and pursed your lips. "... um, I'm saying 'THAT'S'. Not your stupid name. Arrogant much. Fuckin' hell." Your face was turning a few shades pinker the more your arousal puddled out of your cunt. Even looking at him while he has that angry snarl on his face. All you can think about is pulling his pants down and taking his cock all the way down your throat and sucking on him until his balls are so empty that he can't possibly squeeze out one more little microscopic particle of cum.

The thought made you shake your head and roll your eyes.

He stood there with his eyes trained on your little nervous tics in reaction to his comments. And to your filthy thoughts, that luckily, he wasn't privy to.

Yet.

He knows he has you cornered. Worse yet, you know he has you cornered.

You avoid his gaze and try to step around his large body. He's almost completely blocking the hallway of your small, shared apartment. "Goin' somewhere, puddin'?" Your body stiffens at the name he calls you. He pushes himself off of the wall so that he's standing directly in the middle of the way now. "Tell ya what, if you can get by me or somehow manage to move me, I'll shut up about this and we'll never speak of it again.

"You're full of shit, Kats. There's no way I could ever get passed you. You're practically taking up the whole damn area as it is and you're not even huffin' and puffin' yet. Look, I'm telling you, I'm not fucking myself and thinking about you. Just get over yourself. Now move, I want to go lay down."

He smirked. "Lay down." He said with air quotes. "Is that code for fuck yourself stupid while you're thinking of me? You know, I could just fuck you, roomie. You've been lookin' at me extra close these last few months. And what long months they've been. Huh?"

You hated him. The second the words 'I could just fuck you' left his mouth, your cunt clenched around nothing. You swear you felt a tear run down your leg from how sad and lonely the poor thing was. "You couldn't make me cum if I told you how to do it. Just ..." You pushed on his stomach trying to get him to budge. But you were only met with resistance. You weren't prepared for how hard his body was. Like, you'd seen it plenty of times when he's running around shirtless. Those damn sweats hanging off of his hips.

"Hnno-gaw." You made a noise that resembled something along the lines of "No" and "Oh my god." Neither of you knew what it was supposed to be. What you did know, is how fucking tempting his offer to fuck you and get it out of the way was. "NO! Goddamn it, Kats. M-move. Now!"

"I'm not goin' anywhere until you admit that you stuff that little cunt of yours full of your fingers and say my name. I'm off for the rest of the holiday, so I got nothin' but time. Balls in your court, loser.

You stood there glaring at him. Trying to come up with a rational reason why you shouldn't let him rail you. But you couldn't think of one. And that made you even more angry. "Fine." You said, throwing your arms up and then placing your hands on your hips. "I'll play your fucking game, Kats. I do masturbate. I say your name ... sometimes. But ... ugh. Are you happy?"

He had the most devilish shit-eating grin on his face. "Mmm, not ... not yet. I wanna hear all about what you do with your fingers."

You put one hand on each shoulder and got on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. "I ... have ... toys for that." The way he gasped at your admission you'd think he'd never even heard of such a blasphemous thing in his life.

But it wasn't that.

No.

It was how he grabbed you and hoisted you up onto his hips and held you there by the fat of your ass. It was the way he kissed your neck and lips so hungrily like you were the first breath of fresh air he'd had in months. It was how he slammed you against the wall and smashed his groin against yours. And how you groaned into his mouth when you realized he was already hard.

You could feel his cock throbbing against your stomach, begging for release. "Shit." You whispered, breaking the kiss. "Katsuki, I - uh - I ... fuck. I've been thinking about this for a while. Oh god. I can't ... fuck. Ok? Yes! Yes I think about you when I'm stuffing my cunt full of toys! When I'm playing with my clit in the shower!"

He bit your neck and moaned. "So, so dirty. I ... I fucking love it. You have no idea how hot it is to know you get off to me."

You pulled back from the his lips, "Wait, I ... I thought you already ... knew?" He closed his mouth and wouldn't look you in the eye. "You little fuck! You didn't know?"

"What's it matter now! I mean, I was just giving you shit. But it is, y/n. Shit. It's so fuckin' hot." He slid his hand down to your cunt and felt how wet you already were. "Fuck. So wet. You want my cock yeah, huh?"

"Yes, Kats." You glared at him playfully and slid down the front of his body and followed him to his room.

As soon as you walked in to his space you were met with a wall of his smell. It was so warm and sexy; Sandlewood and Cedar. It felt strange to be in there with him. Almost like a dream.

But it was real.

You watched him strip down and get completely naked. His cock was ... really, really nice, to say the least. The head was so plump and swollen, you almost didn't want to take your eyes off of it. "Kats."

"What the hell are you lookin' at, dumbass?" He got on the bed and laid down. "Come over here and ride me. Let me see those tits bouncing while you fuck yourself on my cock."

You took your clothes off and crawled on top of him. He ran his hands up and down your sides, feeling your curves and how hot your skin was. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard, roomie."

You sank down onto his cock and gasped. "Holy ... Kats! ... o- oh, fuck ... oh god, Kats. You're so fucking big." He moaned into your neck and let his hands roam all over your body.

"Let's make a bet?" He ran his tongue over your nipples and then continued his proposal. "I make you cum 3 times in 30 minutes and you pay my share of rent next month. I don't, I pay your half and electricity."

You were well on your way to having your first orgasm and he wasn't even doing anything special. "Mhm, mhm ... fuckfuckfuck ..."

He looked up at you and smiled. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Just - oh goddd, oh fuck, Kats - just shut the fuck up. I'll pay. I'll pay it anyway." You said as he flipped you over and showed you why it was worth your time (and money) to give him a chance.

Taglist ::: @millennialmagicalgirl @callm3senpaii @darkstarlight82

[nerdieforpedro]

Let ‘em hear Puddin’

Joel Miller x plus size female reader (nickname Puddin’)

This Fanfiction is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 1171

Main Masterlist / Joel Miller Masterlist

Summary: Joel Miller has finally come by your place as your ever watchful neighbor observes. Joel feels like giving him something to listen to.

Warnings: exhibitionism, Joel is a menace, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up), cockwarming, breath play, a few swats of on ass

Notes: I actually meant to write about another Pedro character when I started teasing @lady-bess along with @for-a-longlongtime and this happened. It’s a bit rougher than what I normally write. Staycation Nerdie seems to have different ideas 👀

“Come on now, don’t be so shy. Just relax.” Joel tells you. You’re still so nervous and you’re still dressed. It’s not like you didn’t want him to come. You were counting on it. It meant that you’d be safe for the night from the weird QZ soldier who stays across from you, always leering at you. He stops for a moment, not one to rush things, he likes to take things slow. Joel is a man of little pleasures save for a few.

“Joel, just give me a minute, let me-” You try and explain that if you just had a minute to gather your thoughts, you might be able to relax. He’d been on you since you’d open the door, much to your neighbor across the way’s dismay. His kisses made you moan and put your hands in his hair. He smelled of ash, wind and death. All of it excited you. You normally dealt with life at the clinic, patching what you could and using your medical training pre-outbreak to aid those in the QZ that the FEDRA would allow at least. Your job disgusted you at times, but made you happy on others. It was where you met Joel, giving him some supplies that the soldiers wouldn’t miss.

His large hands held your hips and pressed his into them, his large erection made you gasp. “Good Lord,” you mumbled and you swore Joel smirked.

“Not the Lord, just me darlin’. Clothes off and on the bed. I’ll do the same. We’ll make your friend across the hallway know who you belong to.” His flannel shirt dropped to the floor and it was followed by his undershirt and jeans. His boots, socks and boxers were next, leaving Joel in his naked glory for you to see. He knew what he had, a third damn leg almost. Your clothes came off much slower, peeling off your t-shirt, jeans, bra and panties. You stood naked before each other, taking your bodies in. “I see why he keeps after ya, with breasts, hips and a pussy like that, I’m going to need to keep a close eye on you too.”

It was sudden as he stepped toward you, placing his hands behind your knees and lifting you onto the bed. You squealed as he dropped you and had you bounce as he climbed on. He was soon covering your body with his lips roaming your stomach, making a small trail of marks on your soft belly before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You called out his name and felt him smile as he sucked, his hand kneading your other breast as you pressed your legs together. With a small pop, he released your nipple and took your lips, smothering you with his lips, hands parting your thighs so he would have room to settle between them. “Darlin’ are you ready?”

You nod and he presses his wide, hot head at your entrance, He shakes his head and lifts your legs by your knees, apologizing for not preparing you properly.

“Besides, you’ll need to scream more fer me. I love hearing it. Makes my dick twitch Puddin’.” He dives into your core, his nose pressing into your mound before poking your clit. A shrill noise comes from you as you feel yourself starting to tighten, his tongue hasn’t entered you yet. It’s when it licks a stripe down your slit when your release comes, wetting his beard while his laugh permeates your canal. His fingers enter next into your sensitive cunt leaving you to cry out his name once more. “Ah, Puddin’ I knew you had a set of lungs on ya. You gonna be my sweet Puddin’ and ride me?” Joel asks, but is pulling you up into his lap, after removing his fingers from your core. Your hands wrap around his neck and you press your thumbs into his windpipe, cutting his air for a moment. “Fuck…” he croaks, lining himself up with your dripping cunt. Your hands let go and press into his throat again, this time a little harder before releasing. You take hold of his shoulders, smiling as you kiss his lips.

“You like that Joel?” You inquire, as Joel takes a hand and slaps your ass. Your yelp is soon drowned out by him thrusting his hips upward, and pulling your hips down on him. He lets you sit, warming with his cock as he pulls your hair, pushing two fingers into your mouth. You suck on them as he watches, feeling yourself constrict around his swollen shaft. Miller bites his bottom lip and you feel him twitch inside of you.

“You’re the only one who can do that and not get cut, Puddin’ remember that. You’re going to milk my cock in your own bed tonight and not mine. Excited aren’t you?” Joel thrusted up once while pressing down on your tongue and from your affirmative whimper, he removed his fingers and dug his calloused fingers into the flesh of your hips, as he began in earnest, pumping himself into your tight cunt. Between the creaking of the bed and your calls of Joel’s name, you were sure that everyone on the floor of your building heard you in addition to the soldier. “He’s probably using his fist listening to ya moans sweetheart, I know I’d be.”

Your feet press into the matress as you try to match Joel’s pace. He ends up falling back on the bed and you both stop for a moment, panting. Your hands wrap around his neck again as you begin rolling your hips. To see Joel Miller with his mouth slightly agape and his eyes squarely fixed on you while you controlled his air supply was exsillerating. When you let go this time, he placed his hands on your thick thighs and rutted upward into you, forcing you to have your palms back on your chest to steady yourself. You may have pushed the breath play a bit far, but the result was worth it as both you and Joel reached your peaks simultaneously.

Falling onto his broad chest, you sighed as his fingers trailed down your spine, his hand resting on your asscheek before giving it a strong slap. “J-Joel!” You squealed, looking up at the wide grin his face held.

“Thought you were slick with using those delicate hands of yurs a second time didn’t ya Puddin’?” His drawl was slow and playful as he kissed your forehead. “I saw the look on your face. My depraved darlin’. I’m staying the night. We’ll keep your neighbors up a bit longer before I pack ya’ shit and take you home where you belong Puddin’.” you shifted a bit so you could plant kisses across his chest before laying your head on it, listening to his heartbeat. Steady, strong, even.

“Alright Joel.” His other large hand cups the back of your head before you drift off to sleep to rest before he begins the second round.

Joel’s Darlins’ 💕: @yorksgirl @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @guelyury @goodwithcheese @morallyinept @ilovepedro @maggiemayhemnj @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @megamindsecretlair

[canarysage]

ok i have a banger question. what if… psds.. were made of. pudding

that’d be puddin’ the p in psd AHAHAHA—(forcibly dragged off-stage)

[sweetheartmotives]

"I'm playing the mimic with my sister!! We've never played it b4 so we're gonna do it now :p"

My condolences puddin

Why your condolences? 😓😓

Anyways, we're doing te jealousy one!!

[songbirdstrivestothrive]

Of Tethers And Time: Absence (Ch 3)

A/N: As always, Elliot to Liv is bold italics, and Liv to Elliot is plain italics. The last section is Elliot POV.

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Wednesday Night, 10pm… 

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You can’t just talk to me in the middle of the day like that. I was in a meeting with McGrath.

But I had a question.

She rolls her eyes, bites the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, like he can see her.

We have to have some rules. Clearly.

I don’t like rules.

I’m well aware.

Olivia adjusts her comforter, folding it down a few more inches; if someone had told her a week ago that she’d be having a conversation across her mating bond—

I can tell you’re not actually mad, you know. I feel it. 

You feel what?

You. You feel all…warm and happy. Sleepy, I think. Not mad.

You feel like a pain in my ass.

She’s grinning now, in spite of herself; it’s mutual, that warmth flowing both ways down the bond, lulling and soothing. He’s been away for five days—not that she’s counting—and it’s been…interesting. The bond has been taut off and on; sometimes she’s pulling and sometimes he is, most often it’s him. A quick, soothing reminder, a tug or two, is usually enough to relax it, but it’s still happening. She can’t tell if she’s getting used to it, or if he’s learning to control it better, but it’s not as distracting. It does feel urgent; she’s still not quite ready to admit to herself that she misses him, needs him, but that’s what this is.

She misses him. They’ve barely seen each other with any kind of regularity in the past two years, but five days apart and she misses him. She misses her mate; it’s primal, the way she wants him near her. Combined with the fact that he’s on a job, that he might be providing backup in the field at any given moment, and it’s enough to tilt her axis a little, the worry of it all.

It still doesn’t feel real; even when his deep, warm voice is echoing down the bond and into her ears, it doesn’t feel real. It doesn’t feel real that she has somebody, that the universe picked someone for her, and it feels even less real that it’s Elliot. It doesn’t feel like they should’ve settled into this so easily, that they’ve just accepted this twist of fate. But, over the course of processing it, she’s realized it doesn’t feel strange because…they’ve been here before. Twelve years ago, they’d nearly been in this place; they’d been able to finish each other’s sentences, and spend fourteen hour days together. They’d been so in sync, known every detail, big and small; but they’d never taken that last step. She’d trusted him with her life, still trusts him with it, but there were parts of her that were always off limits; the part of her that craved physical contact, and comfort, the part of her that wanted that from him. There’d always been a part of her that wanted that with him, and couldn’t have it—intimacy.

That’s what they’re developing now, intimacy; whispers and murmurs and contact.   

They have permission, now, and it’s like they’ve been waiting for it, poised to jump at the first nudge.

You didn’t answer my question .

Because I didn’t understand it. What do you mean, what should you call me?

Exactly what it sounds like. What should I call you now?

Olivia? Liv? 

Feel like I should get to call you something else. A new nickname.

Like what?

Darlin’?

Seriously?

Livvie?

Absolutely not.

Puddin’?

She laughs out loud, slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound.

Are you trying to ask me how I feel about pet names?

He doesn’t answer for a moment, but she feels him there, thinking.

They might slip out. I kinda…I like doing that. With my…person.

He’s testing, being careful with her, afraid to do anything that might make her reconsider—anything that might make her run from this.

Your person, huh?

My people. All of you.

A part of him is still standing in her kitchen, listening to her whisper that she still isn’t ready for him, for them; she’d seen it all over his face that night, the sinking feeling that he’d pushed her too far and ruined them, forever. Maybe, she realizes, that’s why the universe had finally chosen to intervene.

Alright, well, if something slips out, and I don’t like it, I’ll let you know. Otherwise...feel free.

The way she feels his smile, takes her breath away; like a warm breeze on a perfect summer day.

Okay. 

He’s quiet for a little while after that, and she gets up to wash her face, to dab on moisturizer and serum. Just as she’s climbing back into bed with a glass of water, he speaks again.

This is nice. Just talking. I missed it.

She smiles a little, settling.

Yeah. Me too.

Ask me something.

Like what?

I dunno. Something you wanna know. Something you wouldn’t have asked me before last week.

She swallows, thinking; never, in all the time they’ve known each other, has she been free to ask him whatever she wants. They’d been open with each other in some ways, but completely closed off in others. There are things she wants to know, things she's wondered, laying in bed in the dark, when she'd been at her softest and most vulnerable, mind wandering into places it really shouldn't have. But now, they're entwined as closely as two people can be; he's literally in her head, and one day, he'll probably be laying here beside her, in her bed, and nothing is off limits anymore.

Do you…do you like to kiss?

Oh .

Her face heats, and she backtracks.

Sorry. I didn’t mean to—we don’t have to talk about that—

—no I just, that isn’t what I expected you to ask. 

He tugs gently on the bond, which she realizes has become their way of reassuring each other—that they’re there, or that what they’ve said isn’t offensive—this time, it feels like the equivalent of a shoulder squeeze, warm and close.

Doesn’t everybody?

Not really. Some men I’ve dated didn’t. Or didn’t want to unless it was, y’know, going somewhere.

Huh. What kinda kiss are we talking about here?

She squeezes her eyes closed for a second, forcing herself to be vulnerable, to swallow against the nerves in her belly.

Any kind.

Yeah. I like to kiss. Doesn’t have to lead to anything. I mean…I’m gonna wanna kiss you good morning. Kiss goodbye. Make out when the movie’s boring. Whenever. I like doing that, being close. Is that okay?

She can’t even begin to wrap her brain around the actual kissing of it all, because the way he phrases it, like he has plans, makes her heart skip. She takes a deep breath and feels for that bond, lets herself trust it. He has plans because they’re going to do this, and it’s going to be…solid, and safe. It’s going to be what it was always meant to.

Yeah, it’s okay. I—I like that, too.

Now you have to let me ask you something.

She holds her breath.

Okay.

Relax. I’m just an old Catholic white guy. I can feel you being nervous.

She laughs a little.

I’m not nervous. This is just—this is new for us.

I know. And you are nervous, but, that’s okay.

Are you gonna ask me a question, or psychoanalyze me all night, Stabler?

I’m getting there. Tell me…something that you like. Not during, y’know, that’s—we’ll—never mind. Just, not that. Something else that you like. When you’re in a relationship.

Now it’s her turn to wrap her mind around the bond and soothe, smiling at the way he stumbles through his question even though he’s been the cool and confident one.

Just, generally having someone there I gues—

—no, no c’mon. Something specific. You asked me about kissing. 

You said something outside of that.

Still in that realm. Something I’d never know about you, unless we—

He pauses, and she can feel him struggling to express himself, feeling that little bit of frustration pull against the bond.

I just wanna know you, Olivia. 

Her chest aches at that; it’s all he’d wanted their entire partnership, and since he’s been back. He’s so used to not asking, they both are, that now they struggle with it, the vulnerability of it. But sometimes when they're together she can see it in his eyes, the way he looks almost earnest, hanging on her words like he’s trying to drink them in.  

She takes a breath.

Okay. Umm. I like it when—god, this is going to sound stupid.

Whatever it is, it’s not.

I like my back rubbed while I’m falling asleep. Which is silly. Not every night. But just, sometimes. If I can’t sleep, or I had a shitty day.

There’s a pause, and then a kind of cozy warmth that makes her shiver.

Liv, that isn’t silly at all.

It floods in then, the want that makes her restless and short of breath, and the bond goes taut between them, like he's reaching, reaching, reaching...

Hey. Right here.

I know. S'just...need to be touching you. This is torture.

I know. This weekend, right?

Yeah. I made it clear it’s non-negotiable. This is—I gotta…

He pulls, and it really does knock the breath out of her; it flares, hot and fast, for a few seconds. She gets a little dizzy with it, and she slides a hand up to cover her breast, rubbing to soothe the ache that's settled there.

I’ll be on the last flight Friday night.

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Thursday Morning, 10am…

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“—anyway, I can’t get a fried egg because Phoebe’s got me on this stupid new eating plan, and I gotta get these egg white cupcake things, from Starbucks, and you know I hate goin’ in there—Liv? Earth to Benson.”

Olivia startles, refocusing on her sergeant—her friend—and takes a sip of her iced coffee. “Sorry, Fin. Phoebe has you on a diet?”

Fin stares at her for a few seconds, analyzing, and she shifts under his watchful expression; she’s distracted, she’s been distracted for nearly a week, and it was only a matter of time before he noticed.

She could tell him, but she hasn’t had that discussion with Elliot yet, the are-we-talking-about-this discussion, so she tips her head in faux curiosity, pretending she wasn’t just staring off into space for the past few minutes.

“Somethin’s going on with you,” he says knowingly, peering at her over his sunglasses, “You don’t have to tell me, but—“

“It’s Elliot,” she blurts out, closing her eyes for a second.

And suddenly she's just going to tell him, because it's bursting out of her, and it's so much that she needs to talk about it. 

Fin’s face changes, going serious. “What’d he do now?”

His reaction doesn’t surprise her; Fin’s always been protective of her, but in the wake of Elliot leaving, their relationship had blossomed into a fierce friendship she’d never expected.

“Nothing,” she says quickly, swallowing hard, “Nothing. He—listen, if I tell you something, it’s in confidence, right?”

Fin shrugs, leaning back in his chair. “Obviously.”

Before she can change her mind, she barrels forward. “We just found out that we—we’re mates.”

His jaw drops in shock, and he stares for a second, then two; then, slowly, his face splits into a grin, and he starts to laugh.

And laugh.

“It’s not funny,” she breathes, eyes widening.

Fin nods, still laughing. “Oh, it’s hilarious.”

He whips off his sunglasses, and presses the side of his hand into his eyes, shoulders shaking with laughter; after a moment, she can’t help but chuckle along, because from the outside, it probably does seem ridiculous.

It is ridiculous.

She’s still giggling as she tells him. “We also have a telepathic bond.”

“What?!” he crows, planting both feet on the ground, leaning forward, “No shit.”

“No,” she laughs, shaking her head, “Swear on my badge.”

“You two,” he starts, gesturing with his palm down, “Have been so goddamn twisted, for so long—we should’ve all guessed it. You need to call Cragen right now. Today.”

“Fin, we haven’t told anybody. We found out last week.”

“No wonder you’ve been a space cadet,” he teases, flipping his sunglasses back on after wiping his eyes one final time, “I needed a good laugh, thanks for that.”

She rolls her eyes, and their laughter trails off into companionable silence; she can feel him staring at her, deciding what to say next.

“So…”

Olivia sighs, nodding slowly. “Yeah.”

“That’s…pretty heavy,” he muses, in that calm, measured way he has, “You, and him, and the partners thing, and the multiple decades thing.”

“Yep,” she agrees, sipping her coffee.

“How’re you handling it?”

He’s serious now, genuine, and he’s probably the one person she trusts enough, aside from Elliot, to process this out loud with.

“It’s…a lot,” she admits, dipping her finger into the puddle of condensation her coffee’s made on the table, “But, at the same time, it’s a relief. Because all those years, everything we felt…it was real, y’know?”

Fin hums in understanding, giving her the space to keeping talking, if she wants to.

“We’re just taking it one step at a time. He had a job lined up, so, he’s back and forth between here and Pennsylvania all summer. Then, I guess, when he settles back in—“

She breaks off to groan a little, rubbing her face.

“—I guess we’re gonna, date each other? I don’t even know, it’s very overwhelming.”

Finn is quiet for a few seconds, and then—

“Y’all are so annoying. Still.”

Her lips part in amusement. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Date each other?” he enunciates, leaning forward as he imitates her, “Liv, everybody knows how this ends except for the two of you. Just do it. Move in together. Get married. Whatever you’re gonna do, just do it. We’re not getting any younger.”

“I don’t think it’s that easy,” she sighs, shaking her head.

Fin raises his eyebrows. “Then make it that easy.”

Silence stretches for a few seconds, and then her phone rings: another case.

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Friday Morning, 3am…

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Elliot wakes up to thick, black smoke clouding his vision.

Fire.

He’s on fire.

The whole room is on fire, and he’s burning; it’s scorching his skin, making him sweat through the bedding. He’s suffocating as all the air is sucked from the room, and he gasps, pulling at the blankets; maybe the blankets are on fire, something’s on fire because he can’t fucking see, it’s all black, endless black swirling smoke.

And then he shoots up in bed, panting.

Blinking wildly, he looks around; ugly hotel carpet, blinking alarm clock, dusty curtains.

No fire.

Nothing’s on fire, except him.

He shoves the damp bedding away; he’s only wearing boxer briefs but they’re soaked, his chest is clammy, his hands are clammy, there’s sweat beading his forehead, and what the actual fuck is going on—

A wave of pure, raw panic slams into him, and his heart is racing, pounding out of his chest.

A panic attack.

It’s a panic attack.

He tries to breathe, gives his head a shake to clear it—but, it’s different. Something’s different, something’s wrong.

All at once, he knows; he realizes he’s not panicking, she’s panicking.

Another wave of it hits him, so powerful it takes his air away and he has to take big, gulping breaths, bracing himself on the bed.

Olivia’s panicking, he can feel it now, the way it’s blowing down the bond like a hurricane. She’s panicking in the middle of the night, and the thought makes him roil with nausea, because she could be on a case, and something could be very, very wrong—

Liv. Liv, talk to me. Olivia?

He waits, but her reply doesn’t come; the panic does though, relentless in the way it slams into him, chasing him around the room as he gets up and starts to pace. He almost starts to panic too, the first hints of hyperventilation creeping in, as he rubs his forehead, restless, asking for her over and over; and then he realizes he might be able to push back, that he should try to help her calm down.

Crossing back over to the bed, he forces himself to sit down, focusing through deep breaths; he’s never tried to send a feeling before, not like this, not pushing up against something so strong on her end. It’s still hitting him in big waves, nearly making him gag, but he closes his eyes and takes a few mental steps onto that bridge, wrapping his hands, his arms around their connection. Then, he brings up every calm thought and memory he can, letting the images, and sounds, and smells fill him up, spinning them into his own cyclone; babies sleeping on his chest, middle of the night stakeouts with her beside him, sunrises in Italy, and long evening runs through Central Park. Slowly, inch by inch, he’s able to push the panic away; he’s not getting through to her, he doesn’t think, but he’s pushed it far enough away from himself that he’s able to think more clearly.

A nightmare.

It dawns on him all at once, the time of night, and the chaotic swirl of it. Olivia doesn’t panic on the job, not like this; she’s having a nightmare. His relief is palpable, and it floods the bond without much effort, pushing and pushing at the awful mess until his path is nearly clear.

Wake her. All he can think then, is that he has to wake her, because she’s panicking, and hurting, and the thought of it makes him insane. He snatches his phone off the nightstand and starts to call her, over and over when she doesn’t answer; it’s making him feel sick, knowing this is something that happens to her, that’s she’s going to wake up gasping and afraid.

He’s never tried to yell down the bond before, but he tries to push his voice higher, louder.

Liv. C’mon, Liv.

It’s not working, he’s not yelling, and she’s still sending him rush after rush of pain and fear; she’s not answering her phone, caught in the throes of whatever this is, and if it doesn’t stop soon he thinks he might actually vomit, or do something crazy like get in his car and start driving back to the city.

Screw the flight he’s supposed to board in seventeen hours, he needs to get to her now.

Squeezing his eyes closed, he rages, lets it pour out of him.

OLIVIA. LIV.

It works.

When it stops, it’s a candle being snuffed out; everything stills, and fades away in wisps, curling slowly. He realizes he’s panting, shaky hands braced against his knees, and his body is buzzing with the remnants of her dream, of whatever’s been tormenting her for the past ten minutes. Then, it’s cold, and that devastates him, because he knows that chilly breeze is her loneliness; she’s awake now, trying to catch her breath, and she’s alone in the dark. He cradles the bond and pulls with a gentle, steady pressure, trying to comfort her in the only way he can.

Liv, I’m awake. I’m here.

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A/N: Thank you for reading!

[alphamamalioness]

Hi Alpha Mama! I would like to announce to you it’s been officially over 2 years and a week from this day since I’ve adopted Asher and was Gifted Dancer! So I’m doing a nice big update on all my Alpha Tales to celebrate! 💛💛💛💛💛💛Asher(Beta G) and Pumkin have of course had their children! 2 Girls and a Boy, Valencia Lottia and Barrister! All coffee themed names lol! 💛Dancer(Paris) has grown so much and has joined a pack I like to call ‘The Herd’ and has made great friends with my Overtale Frisk(Spring) and Chara(Clover) he still enjoys visiting Asher a lot and the babies! 💛Poppy, Dahlia, and Peony have been enjoying the gardens and surprisingly have been attempting to hunt down a few things when they get to visit my shop- luckily they aren’t hunting bitties- I would much rather them have a grass hopper or a mouse then a bitty! Though I check them each time after I find they catch something- 💛Tsu’tey (Alpha OS) has settled and taken in Avi (Tilli NCG) as well as Api and Dutch(Dreamy’s Asgor) and their little ones as well as Chai(Milk Beta) Lullaby(Gentle Singing) Sleepy Wave(Great Stretch) and LazyTide(Great Bite) 💛 Ralu(Alpha P.) has settled in with Darling(BloodMoon) Amy(Omega OS) Atticus (Akita Boy) Miy(Dreamy) and Ati(Tilli) and a Skribbity has shown interest but I don’t know if they will attempt to join or just make friends- 💛 Valor (Alpha Sans) has actually taken great interest in LavaCake!(Helly) which I find interesting but he has also settled down with Mocha and Puddin (Omega P and S) so far he has been very gentle and careful with them which is really nice since I had a bit of worry since he’s more ‘rough’ if I remember correctly- 💛Rex(MK) has been wandering the territory with Prancer(Asriel) and both have been mostly enjoying their time together! 💛 Princess(BabyO OS) and Echidna are very happy! She keeps her mama nice and distracted from the others! Spressar(Gem) and Ribbon have been mostly doing their own things enjoying their own territories, though I feel like they could use a bit more interactive moments with the others- but I won’t push them- when their ready they will be ready- 💛 I am very pleased to say Piri (Pepper) as officially gotten with Malin!(Milkyway) they have been courting each other for a bit and it’s really freaking sweet!!! 💛 Tahitian has been wandering a bit as well but she mostly likes to stick to Aaron(Care Taker) who has been helping her get around a bit! She has been very open just like the many others with her! And has quickly started up friendships with many of Aaron’s little hitch hikers who like to follow us around or use us for a ride when lazy ^^’ that should be all of them-! It’s been an amazing time!

AlphaMama: Ohhhh that's really awesome! Thank you so much for giving me this update! I love to know how my bitties are doing around the world and their new lives!

💛Asher and Pumpkin are doing really amazing! The coffee touch is adorable! XD I'm glad Dancer have found their place among all of them! He is a brilliant one!

💛Poppy, Dahlia, and Peony are cute but can get really sneak ones when it comes to hunting, attention is really needed! I could recommend a little more variation of bugs for them to catch, like cockroaches for more fat nutrients, grubs are good too!

💛Tsu’tey (Alpha OS) can be a stubborn one sometimes, but has a really big heart~! ^w^ This is great!

💛That's a good size of the pack for Ralu(Alpha P.) to settle in, in general, they can get pretty violent and snap a lot, but with patience, they can become friendly enough to don't bite off any piece of the others ^w^ The Skribbity probably will come with a decision in a few days of searching around the packs.

💛Valor (Alpha Sans) can be really tiny but his bite is fierce for sure, but you can rest at ease, it's almost beyond a crime/taboo for an alpha (on my alphatale) to hurt omegas, and Alpha-Sans are really polite on this matter on regular cases.

💛💛It's so good to hear they are doing so well! >W< and of course, give time to the time and the things will be going on their own pace... You're truly amazing and very kind to give me this update!! I hope all things keep going for the best and more lovely days/nights to come for you and all the little ones! 💛💛

[fattestwriting]

An obese Harley Quinn breaking things off with Poison Ivy after giving her curvy ass one last reaming with her fat cock before swallowing her whole and dumping her remains onto her garden as a last favor

"THAT'S IT!"

Harley and Ivy had been in a heated argument with each other over a very touchy subject for Harley: her weight. Ivy felt she had taken this too far, especially since she just broke their several hundred thousand dollar super-reinforced couch that Harley had promised Ivy would last forever. This hadn't been the first time this had happened, as the two had been almost constantly arguing for some time.

"I'm sorry Harley, but it's your fat or me. Pick one."

Harley was taken aback by this. Sure, she had gotten big, (about 500 tons big,) but she had never expected it to drive Ivy to break up with her. And that's what this was to Harley, a break up, because they both know how much Harley enjoyed being a fat slob and that she could never give it up.

So, with no hesitation, Harley knew what she had to do. She waddled her fat ass up to Ivy, placing her hand on her shoulder.

"Ivy, I-"

In an instant, Harley's expression went from one of deep regret to one of rightful revenge, as she turns Ivy around with a single twirl. She then rips her already strained pants to shreds by flexing her enormous cock, the pressure of it hitting Ivy forcing her to the ground with a hard CRACK as she hit her jaw on the floor. Harley's dick was so massive it covered Ivy completely, pinning her down.

"-am going to make you regret that for the rest of your short life."

"Wh- WHAT! H-Harley, what are you doing??"

"You said to pick between being a fat blob, or you. And I think I've made my choice clear."

Harley removed her cock from Ivy's back, but before she could crawl too far, Harley rammed her cock through Ivy's tights into her anus. Her ass jiggled at the insertion, as Ivy had always had a rather meaty rear, never quite able to fit through normal doors no matter how hard she tried. The penetration slammed Ivy against the wall, shooting cracks through the entire thing, a process Harley would repeat every time she thrust into her now-ex-girlfriend. Ivy cried as her former lover's cock physically rearranged her insides, with the dick being much bigger than Ivy's entire body.

"P- sob- please Harls, w-we can talk about th-this, I'll do better, I'll b-be better, PLEASE DON'T FUCK ME TO DEATH!"

"Oh puddin, that's cute! You think I'm gonna fuck you to death? You're not that good of a sex toy. No, I have something else in mind. Just needed to ripen you up~"

At that, Harley finally came, releasing a typhoon of cum into Ivy's belly, destroying their home as she burst through the walls and ceiling. Harley didn't stop for another 10 or so minutes, just slamming her schlong into Ivy's bruised asshole for some final pleasure, before she removed it, allowing hundreds of gallons of cum to begin pouring out of her anus. She didn't mind, though, as really the cum was just a stuffing, Ivy was the main course, one which she began to devour ass-first.

"What are y- oh no. Oh nonononono, Harley, you don't have to do this, please, HARLEY, YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO T-"

Her words were cut short as the clown girl finally finished her meal, clamping down around Ivy's head, taking only a few swallows for her immense body to grow 10x as big with the depositing of Ivy into her moist stomach. As Harley patted her belly, she could hear Ivy's muffled pleas and cries. She begged for her life, for another chance. She desperately tried to convince her that she loved her, but Harley wasn't listening. Not anymore. After only 5 minutes, Harley could already stick her hand (and the fat she was pushing on) through Ivy, as she had already mostly melted. Her cries had turned into small whimpers, not willing to give up but more than aware that, even if she was to escape, a light breeze would collapse her into nothing but mush, something Harley also knew, and took advantage of-

*BBBBBBBBBBBBBBWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP*

With a single burp, Ivy's body disintegrated like wet paper towels. She let out a shrill scream as it happened before becoming nothing but Harley's next shit. Speaking of which, as Harley's stomach churned and gurgled loudly, she knew it would be soon, and so she waddled her street-sized belly over to Ivy's former garden which had long since wilted since Harley adopted her new lifestyle. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks until her car-door sized anus was revealed, before immediately being covered up by a torrent of mushy shit that blasted out of her ass. It piled up high, much higher than the home they once inhabited, all while covering the same ground. When it finally couldn't go any higher, it pooled around Harley's feet, until she was up to her knees in it, and her belly was only slightly fatter than it had been when she started (which is to say several tons heavier).

"Welp, good riddance. Yknow, I think 'puddin' fits you better now than it ever did in life, HAHAHAHAHAHA! Welp, hope you get a bountiful harvest, you pile of fertilizer."

Done forever with her ex, Harley began to tread through the shit to get back to down, with her brown covered cock fully erect and dribbling pre.

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[mad-masks]

@midnite_a.m Happy Valentine's Day Puddins 🖤❤️🖤 📷- @katyanunezphotography Suit- @poppysgeekgarden Cowl, Collar, and Cuffs- @sehnsucht_clothing Mask- @mad_masks #harleyquinn #batman #dccomics #dcharleyquinn #classicharleyquinn #gotham #harleyquinncosplay #cosplay #cosplayer #vday #valentines #mad_masks https://www.instagram.com/p/Cop5TnhynqI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sugarpussdesign]

🖤❤️Hey Puddin, wanna be my Valentine?🤡🌹♣️🃏💋 Cosplayer @facesbyrachie Wearing our new Harley Bikini Top and Mini Skirt Set Photo @dead_shot_photo 🖤🌹 #harleyquinncosplay #sweetheartsday #vday2023 #valentinesdaylook #happyvalentinesday #puddin #harleyquinnsuicidesquad #harleyandjoker #harleyandjokerlove #harleyquinncostume #harleyquinnfan #cosplayergirl #pinupcosplay #cosplaybikini #sugarpusscostumes #sugarpussbabe (at The Sugarpuss Suite Photo Studio) https://www.instagram.com/p/Coid-7rSIB8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[aylaharperofficial]

nighty night puddin💋 . . #redheads #thickthighssavelives #shortshorts #greeneyes (at Denver, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoWTTPCMhbt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[forgottenfriendshiprpg]

most wanted Cis-Girl characters from the animated T.V. shows that are in the Masterlist page? thank you!

Our members said that they would love to see Mrs. Rita Loud, Lori Loud, Leni Loud, Luna Loud, and Luan Loud from The Loud House™ / The Loud House™ Movie / The Casagrandes™ / A Loud House™ Christmas / The Really Loud House™ / A Really Haunted Loud House™ / The Casagrandes™ Movie ; Trixie Tang, Tootie, Veronica, and Mrs. Wanda Fairywinkle-Cosma from The Fairly OddParents™ / The Fairly OddParents™: Fairly Odder / The Fairly OddParents™: A New Wish / A Fairly Odd™ Christmas film / A Fairly Odd™ Summer film ; Cynthia 'Cindy' Vortex, Liberty 'Libby' Folfax, and Elizabeth 'Betty' Quinlan from The Adventures Of Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius™ ; Custard, Apple Dumplin', Seaberry Delight, Coco Calypso, Crepes Suzette, Tangerina Torta, Frosty Puff, Raspberry Torte, Lemon Meringue, Apricot, Banana Candy, Watermelon Kiss, Plum Puddin', Annie Oatmeal, Caramel Corn, Lime Light, Honey Pie Pony, Cherry Jam, Sweet Grapes, Princess Berrykin, Lime Chiffon, and Pumpkin Spice from Strawberry Shortcake™ / Strawberry Shortcake™: Berry In The Big City / Strawberry Shortcake’s Berry Bitty Adventures™ ; Duchess Bella Bigowski, Melody, Darlene D'Cornia, Blair Delaware, Gilda, Ms. Griselle Grande, Gwen Grande, Mrs. Penelope Pocket, and Mrs. Pamela Pocket from Polly Pocket™ ; Applejack, Rarity, 'Pinkie' Pie, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, Photo Finish, Princess Cadance, Princess Luna, and Cozy Glow from My Little Pony™: Friendship Is Magic™ ; 'Pinkie' Pie, Applejack, Photo Finish, Vice-Principal Luna, and Principal Celestia from My Little Pony™: Equestria Girls ; Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd, Olga Pataki, Lila Sawyer, Sheena, Nadine, Gloria, Ruth P. McDougal, Connie, Maria, Patricia 'Big Patty' Smith, and Mayor Dixie from Hey, Arnold!™ ; Abigail 'Abby' Lincoln, Fanny Fulbright, Rachel McKenzie, Alessandra, Constance, Cree Lincoln, and Laura Limpin from Codename: Kids Next Door™ ; Princess Azula, Mai, Ty Lee, Princess Ursa, Princess Yue, and Mrs. Kya from Avatar: The Last Airbender™ ; Savannah Shane, Belinda Eldor, Brianna Penelope, Nicole Boscarelli, Samantha Shane, Sarah 'Taffy' Maynston, Ms. Shelly O'Keats, Rachel Wyatt-Alcroft, Paris Seltzer, Leslie Myers, Olivia, Kioko, Samantha 'Sam', Megan Jensen, Amelia Collins, Ms. Coco LaBouche, Edith, Hedley, Harriet, Francine Garcia, Emma, Britannica, Mrs. Didi Pickles, Mrs. Charlotte Pickles, Mrs. Kira Watanabe-Finster, Mrs. Dr. Lucy Carmichael, Ms./Mrs. Betty DeVille, and Emica from All Grown Up!™ / Rugrats™ !!

And you're welcome, 'nonnie !!