𐔌 . ⋮ pudding .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

roblox x reader writer (*ˊᗜˋ*) **blog contains nsfw !

[puddingmoss]

welcome ! !

𖤐 you can call me pudding ᥫ᭡ i go by any pronouns !

fandoms I write for :

𖤐 phighting (im not super familiar with the lore and characterization yet but i’ll try my best)

𖤐 forsaken

𖤐 block tales

what i won't write:

༻ scat, piss, other gross stuff

༻proship/darkship content

༻ that's about it lol

masterlist

[puddingmoss]

sigh i have to post SOMETHING but i genuinely haven’t opened my notes app in 3 weeks💔 ARRGH

[puddingmoss]

ivebeen playing so much phighting its ridiculous. i genuinely got to level 81 in like a week and vine staff is the best character ever

might start writing for phighting tbh i love the teal trio and sword

[myehdwk]

[puddingmoss]

ive lost my interest in forsaken tbh i feel no enjoyment writing for these characters anymore

i do still like telamon though

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Telamon 🗡️

[puddingmoss]

So glad to have you back <3333 we miss ya!!

OH STOP IT YOU❤️❤️

[puddingmoss]

I MISSED UUUUUUUU RAHHHHH!!!!!!!

I MISSED U ALL TOO!!!

[puddingmoss]

PUDDINGMOSS IS BACK!!!!!! HIIIIII I have Not opened Tumblr in a while but I'm so glad you're doing better now!!!

-🪩☄️

HELLO!!! tysm :33

[puddingmoss]

This is probably going to be my last one and I apologize greatly. I hope my asks have helped at least a little bit. I wish you well in life and hope that things go as best they can for you. Please remember to take care of yourself, drink and eat, hygiene, unshrimp yourself, and please please please be kind to yourself. You matter a lot and someone out there cares about you.

Goodbye Pudding. Maybe one day I'll come back. But for now, until then, ppease remember that you are loved and no matter what, you matter.

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I HOPE YOURE WELL TOO OHMYGOSH MY HEART😭😭😭

[puddingmoss]

I’M ALIVE!!

i am so sorry for disappearing for months. i really hope i didn’t disappoint you all too much :C

i was going through a really rough time when i left. it felt like nothing mattered, i had shit grades and a terrible home life and even the comfort of the internet wasn’t helping anymore. writing started to feel like a 9 to 5 instead of something i loved, and i convinced myself that every fic I posted was terrible

i’m doing much, MUCH better now though, and I’ve been writing a lot again! so expect new stuff soon ^_^

i also want to thank everyone who sent kind messages to my inbox. I genuinely love you all so much 😭 your words meant more to me than i can explain, and they’re a big part of what motivated me to come back

thank you for being patient with me,,,,. im really happy to be back :3

[puddingmoss]

WHAT HAPPENED TO KINKTOBER

IM💔💔INCONSISTENT AND BURNT OUT!!!IM SORRY GUYS ILL TRY TO GET AT LEAST 3 DAYS OUT BY SUNDAY SOB

[puddingmoss]

KINKTOBER DAY 2: Coming untouched

(AMAB!Noob x GN!Reader)

Noob’s hands trembled where they gripped your thighs, their face buried between them. They were whimpering against your skin, muffled and messy, eating you out like it was the only thing keeping them alive. Their tongue flicked desperately, sloppy and eager, while you gasped and arched against the sheets.

“Ah—hah—N-Noob, f-feels so good—” you moaned, fingers tightening in their hair.

The sound made them whine outright, their whole body jerking. You barely noticed the way their hips rocked against the mattress, rubbing uselessly against nothing. Their cock was hard, twitching, dripping messily without a single touch, but all they cared about was the sounds you were making above them.

Noob pulled back just enough to gasp, lips shiny with slick. “Y-you sound… s-so p-pretty—nghhn, I-I c-can’t—” Their voice cracked with the words, face flushed hot. They dove back in, licking harder, almost feverish, their noises mixing with your own.

You tugged them closer, thighs squeezing around their head, and that broke them.

Noob sobbed into you as their body shuddered, cock spilling against the sheets beneath them. Their hips bucked helplessly, rutting at the air as hot cum streaked their stomach and the bed. Still, they didn’t stop, too desperate to taste you, too drunk on your moans to care that they’d just lost it without even being touched.

When they finally pulled back, their mouth glistening, they were panting, wide-eyed and trembling. “Sorry,” they stammered between shaky breaths, voice high and wrecked. “I didn’t mean to—”

But the way they kept staring at you, pupils blown and lips parted, made it very clear: they’d happily fall apart untouched again, as long as it was for you.

They're still trembling, face buried in your thigh, ashamed and needy at the same time. You stroke their hair, and Noob stammers apologies. But their cock twitches again, still leaking even after spilling.

“Y-you… you sound so good, I can’t, please, I n-need—”

They end up pushing inside you, desperate and whiny, barely able to pace themselves. Noob whimpers with every thrust, clinging onto you like they’ll fall apart if they let go. They’re overstimulated from earlier, which makes it even messier, thrusts erratic, hips jerking, their voice breaking as they sob your name against your skin.

They cum again embarrassingly fast, overstimulated and moaning, practically collapsing on top of you afterward.

Noob’s body trembled against you, their face buried between your thighs as they sobbed out broken little noises. You’d felt it- how they jerked, hips rutting against nothing, cock twitching in their lap until they spilled all over themselves.

They pulled back with a whimper, lips and chin shining, wide teary eyes darting up at you in shame.

“Ahhh—sorry, I—I didn’t–" Their voice cracked, stammering through every word as they clutched at your hips like a lifeline. Their cock was still twitching, glistening with their release, but somehow already hard again.

You brushed sweaty strands of hair from their face, softening your voice. “Noob… you really couldn’t hold back, huh?”

They shook their head frantically, biting their lip, and then—too overwhelmed to stop themselves—they shifted forward, cock nudging against your entrance. “P-please,” they stuttered, desperate, needy tears welling up again. “I n-need it—I c-can’t s-stop—”

And then they were pushing inside, all the way to the hilt with one shaky thrust. Both of you gasped at once, the aftershock of their orgasm making their body twitch and spasm around the feeling of finally being buried inside you.

Noob clung to you with both arms, whining into your neck as they started moving. Their thrusts were sloppy, erratic, more like frantic jerks than rhythm, but the sheer desperation made every movement raw and intoxicating.

“Nhhnn, ahhh, so tight, s-so good—” they babbled, hips smacking against you with messy eagerness. Tears slipped from the corners of their eyes as they clung to you like they’d fall apart otherwise. “C-can’t—gonna—ahhh, p-please don’t let go of me—”

They barely lasted a handful of thrusts before their cock twitched violently inside you. They wailed your name, back arching as another orgasm tore through them- so soon, so overwhelming they nearly collapsed from it. Hot release spilled deep inside, and their whole body trembled against you as they gasped and sobbed through the aftershocks.

Even when they slumped over you, still buried to the hilt, their cock kept twitching, overstimulated and leaking. They whimpered into your skin, mumbling broken apologies and begging you not to hate them, not to let go.

You held them tighter, stroking their back, letting them melt against you as their body shook and their tears soaked your shoulder.

[puddingmoss]

KINKTOBER DAY 1: Masturbation

Ft. Elliot

Rush hour at the pizza place was calming down, but Elliot was anything but calm. He fumbled with the register, dropped the pizza cutter twice, and nearly burned his hand taking a pizza out of the oven.

“You ok, Elli?” his coworker asked, raising a brow.

“Yeah, i'm fine! Just a little clumsy today!" Elliot answered with a too-bright smile, shifting on his feet as discreetly as possible. The knot in his stomach and the heat pressing hard against his apron told a very different story.

Every time his thoughts drifted to you, your laugh, your beautiful face, his body betrayed him all over again. He could feel himself straining against his pants, and no amount of adjusting seemed to make it less obvious.

By the time the kitchen finally thinned out, he could barely think straight. With a rushed excuse about needing the bathroom, Elliot ducked into the small, cramped employee restroom and locked the door behind him.

He leaned against the sink, tugging at the strings of his apron with shaking hands. “Oh, god…” he whispered to himself, already flushed as he reached down to palm the ache he’d been hiding all day.

He pictured you; how you’d look cornering him in here, that teasing smile telling him to be good and let it out. Just the thought had him shoving his pants down and wrapping his fist around his cock, stroking quick and messy, like he’d been waiting hours for this exact moment.

“Nnh…” he whimpered softly, eyes squeezing shut. He knew he had to be quiet, but in his mind you were there with him, encouraging him, praising him, telling him not to stop.

Elliot’s breath hitched as he pumped his fist faster, the slick slide of precum making it easier with every stroke. He bit down hard on his lip to muffle the whine threatening to spill out. If anyone outside heard him, he’d die of embarrassment. But he couldn’t stop. Not when he imagined your voice in his ear, coaxing him to keep going, not when it felt this good.

His back arched against the sink, thighs trembling as he stroked himself through the first wave of climax. Hot release spilled over his knuckles, but instead of slowing, he squeezed tighter and kept going, chasing the phantom echo of your praise in his head.

“F-fuck.. oh, god…!" His voice cracked, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes as the pleasure tipped from overwhelming to unbearable. His body begged him to stop, but the thought of you watching, of you asking him to give you another, made him keep his hand moving, frantic and sloppy.

The second orgasm tore through him harder, knees nearly buckling as his cock twitched helplessly in his grip. He gasped, tears slipping down his cheeks, muffling his whimpers against his sleeve. His hand shook, his breath came in ragged sobs of pleasure, but he couldn’t make himself stop. Not when he could picture your hand covering his, urging him to keep stroking, telling him how good he was for you.

By the time the third climax hit, his entire body was trembling, forehead pressed against the mirror above the sink. His reflection was a mess, face red and sweaty, lips swollen from biting, flushed all the way down his chest, but all he could think about was how badly he wished you were there to see it, to tell him he’d done well.

“Mnnh.. Ah!—" He whimpered, voice breaking as more tears spilled down. Even through the ache and the overstimulation, his hand refused to slow, desperate for just one more for you.

Elliot’s strokes turned frantic, uneven, his wrist aching but refusing to stop. Every nerve in his body screamed at him, the pleasure long since crossed into agony, yet he chased it anyway.

His knees buckled as the final orgasm ripped through him, harder than any before. Cum spurted messily over his fist, his shirt, the tile floor beneath him. The sound of it splattering only made his face burn hotter, tears rolling freely now as broken moans slipped past his bitten lips.

“Ahh—ahhn—Fuck—” he gasped, but his hand squeezed one last time, milking every drop until his whole body gave out.

He slumped to the floor with a choked whimper, back against the wall, chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon. His hand finally slipped away, trembling and sticky, leaving him staring down at the obscene mess he’d made; his cum smeared on his fingers, streaked across his thighs, dripping onto the floor.

His head lolled back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut as he tried to catch his breath, body still twitching from the aftershocks. Utterly spent, utterly ruined, and all he could think of was you.

[puddingmoss]

OK SO. I KNOW I JUST OPENED REQUESTS AGAIN BUT ITS OCTOBER SO. IM MAINLY GONNA BE FOCUSING ON KINKTOBER!!! ILL GET BACK TO REQUESTS ONCE THE CLOCK STRIKES NOVEMBER 1ST!!!! don't be mad at me pls!! this is my first time participating in any type of october writing challenge so i really wanna focus on it!! ALSO i forgot to post the 1st day so ill just post day 1 and 2 today

[puddingmoss]

Hi! Not to sound impatient, but did you ever get my first request? Just to know if I should send it again or not. No worries either way!

-🪩☄️

yes, I got it! I’m sorry I take a while with requests, I try to go in the order they were sent, plus I have quite a bit lol.

[emo-gremlin-deactivated20260415]

Please PLEASE NSFW with 007n7 preforsaken basically him in heat and breeding the reader and reader becomes pregnant

Yeah I'm not writing pregnancy, but I will do that breeding kink >;3c

Pre-C00lkidd, In Heat 007n7 x reader!

Shit.

His dick hurt, his balls swollen, and holy fuck was he horny as all hell. His gut panged with cramps, egging him to find a mate to breed.

S3xyb@3: Hey, I didn't see you in class today...are you alright? Hungover again ;P

007n7: no...it's just....

S3xyb@3: what's wrong?

007n7: don't...don't freak out, ok?

S3xyb@3: 7, are you ok?!

007n7:...

S3xyb@3: im coming over.

His dorm stank of sweat, clothes tossed around, abandoned cups of Ramen noodles scattered around the place. You found him curled in a ball on his bed, nearly naked, soaked in sweat and groaning in pain.

"BABE!" You cried, running to him and placing your hand on his shoulder.

A shuddering moan left his lips.

You yanked your hand back, looking him over. His tail flicking around rapidly, his horns seemed larger. You adjusted a bit, and looked down. He was hard as a rock and precome was soaking through his boxers.

"7?" You asked, inching closer. "Are you....in heat?"

You got a whimper in response.

"You...you want help with that?"

Immediately he shot up, looking you dead in the eye. His pupils blown out, breath shuddering and drool dripping from his lips. "P-please..." He groaned.

You bit your lip, starting to get undressed.

007n7 looked on eagerly, almost tearing off his boxers in anticipation. His tail wagging as he watched you strip. His breathing started getting heavier, cock twitching and dripping.

He pounced on you as soon as you got naked, spreading your legs and sheathing himself inside you in one thrust. 7 howled in pleasure, immediately fucking you into the floor.

"HOLY FUCK!" You moaned, gripping onto him for dear life as he violently pummeled your dripping wet cunt.

007n7 was panting like a dog, his hands pushing you into a breeding press as he groaned.

"G-gonna breed you....gonna fill you up so fuckin' good, gon-gonna be so fuckin stuffed...." He mumbled into your ear, completely mindless and driven only by primal instinct.

You couldn't help but moan at his words, feeling your core clench around him tighter.

"Get you so f-fuckin pregnant.....full of kids....keep fuckin you till you're full and round with 'em....FUCK!" He cried, his thrusts getting faster, harder.

Your eyes rolled into your skull, trembling and shaking under him as he kept slamming himself into you. You clawed at his back screaming his name as you came, slick dripping from you and making the sounds of sex much louder than they were already.

007n7 bit into your calf as he came, growling as each pump of his cock started easing the pain in his balls. He was still achingly hard, pulling out and throwing you onto the bed with a strength you didn't know he had. Manhandling you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up to meet his as he slid back inside.

He shoved your head into the pillows as he rutted into your juicy folds, his grip bruising your hips. "F-fill you s-sooo good....Make you all mine...." He groaned, drool and sweat dripping off his chin.

You claw at the sheets, still sensitive from the first round. You underestimated how this would go, but you honestly did NOT give a shit right now when his cock kept fucking into you so damn good. Your walls fluttered around his dick in the best way possible, making him moan.

"S-so g-good....good...good little breeding slut..." He whimpered, his heat taking full control of him. 007n7's body was on fire, bliss stinging every nerve in his body. All he could think about was keeping you full of his seed.

Your toes curling as you hit your peak once more, making your lover growl and pull you into his lap. "SEVEN! OH FUCK YES! PLEASE! PLEASE!" You begged, your hands reaching back to rub his horns.

A single touch had him exploding into you once again, biting your neck hard enough to draw blood. He didn't let you rest as he kept fucking you hard through both your climaxes.

You couldn't think anymore, truly becoming his breeding mare as you took everything he gave you. Moaning and sobbing in pleasure as he bounced you on his lap. The angle hitting your sweet spot with deadly accuracy.

7 could taste the blood on his lips, licking them and your wound as he went almost impossibly harder and faster. The slapping of skin rang through the dorm room. He just couldn't stop. You felt so good; your sex greedily drinking up every drop he gave.

"S-stuff y-you...." He stammered. Every atom in his body screaming to breed you, make you his mate and fill you to the damn brim. Carnal instinct driving every thrust and rut into you. Telemon, he needed this so fucking bad.

You were almost limp in his arms, twitching as he pushed you to orgasm once more, tears dripping down your face. It felt so damn good...

With one last howl, 007n7 emptied the last of his come inside you before falling onto his back, taking your limp body with him.

You woke up a few hours later, the room was cleaned, soft lofi drifted through the air as you sat up.

"Hey, hey, just relax baby. Emailed your professors for you." You heard from the desk. Your lover sat, shirtless, as he typed away into his GUI, smoking a blunt. "Cleaned you up too when I woke up, grabbed some plan b for ya just in case."

The red and black panel disappeared as he snuffed the joint out in an ashtray. "Are you ok? Sorry I...I got kinda carried away." He turned away, blushing.

You smiled weakly, muscles sore and tired. "You were fucking amazing babe." Your voice was hoarse and quiet.

007n7 laughed, "You sound like shit."

You weakly punched his arm, "Its your fault, asshole." You chuckled, falling back onto the pillow.

"Think you might be up for a round two?" He smiled.

You looked at him incredulously. "HUH?!"

"Babe, heat cycles go for about a week."

Dear Telemon what did you sign up for?

Enjoy <3