#coco's writing

[maryqos]

coco mellors, cleopatra and frankenstein.

[apricatt-art]

them!!!

[perfectfeelings]

A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.

Coco Chanel

[coco-and-honey]

Eddsworld Boys and Valentines Day

Edd

Edd cooks you your favorite meal and completes it with candlelight and dozens of bouquets of your favorite flowers in the living room and kitchen! Plays a playlist of romantic songs to listen to while eating. He gifts you a portrait he painted of you that he’s been working on for months!

LOOOOTS of Valentine’s Day themed puns to make you laugh over dinner, “I could heartly wait to see you tonight.”

You can tell how much effort he puts into the holiday for you and he makes you feel so so loved and adored!

Matt

He LOOOOVES Valentine’s Day! Matt is a true romantic at heart and he loves showing you how much he loves you. He books a spa day for the two of you! You get your nails done, have massages, and get face masks! After that he takes you on a shopping trip, he buys you whatever you want. He takes you on a romantic dinner date to a nice restaurant, complete with a bouquet of a dozen red roses and a beautiful outfit for you to wear.

Just gives you a big day of spoiling and loving on you because you deserve it!

Makes sure you know how much he loves and appreciates you, you’re everything to this man and he wants you to know it 💖

Tom

He doesn’t show it but he also really loves Valentine’s Day. Like Matt, he’s a true romantic at heart and loves showing you how much he cares for you! He gets you a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a box of your favorite candy, along with a handwritten love letter for you.

He takes you on an adorable picnic date with food he made himself (with Edd’s help). Sets up an area of the park near his house with fairy lights and a bunch of blankets and pillows! Plays love songs for you on his bass, may play an original love song he wrote about you if he feels confident enough.

He loves you so so much. You’re everything to him, his other half, he does everything he can to let you know!

Tord

He takes you to a romantic café in the morning to get coffee and breakfast. Afterwards he takes you on a day-long hike through one of his favorite locations. Shows you the prettiest sights on the trail and gives you sweet little kisses at every stop.

That night the two of you make dinner together. He teaches you how to make food he ate in Norway during his childhood, and you show him how to make your favorite dessert!

He loves doing simpler things with you and just loving on you in ways that are most comfortable for him.

[quotefeeling]

Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself.

Coco Chanel

[lunarharp]

love's shadow will surround - 6k T orufrey fic about a witch and a silverleaf

He's left the lights of his small house on, his tiny atelier, waiting - he likes to see the glint of it on the leaves, his light reach the tree here. Give him what he can. It's always a comfort.

But when his physical senses are dulled, it brings it all back like fog, the flashes of memory. Of that day, all of them around the twisted body. He cups a few straggling branches, letting the hurt filter through him, almost as if keen to. They called him the Witch of Light in those days, eulogise his work still - but that was his masterpiece.

[resqectable]

Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself.

Coco Chanel

[thoughtkick]

Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself.

Coco Chanel

[perfeqt]

Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself.

Coco Chanel

[maryqos]

coco mellors, cleopatra and frankenstein.

[coco-and-creame]

can we get sub tord x dom reader

filled with lots of edging and begging :3

Of course anon! I hope you enjoy this! 💖

Teasing and Denial

Content: bondage; no pronouns for reader but they have a vagina; strap-on; LOTS of edging and begging just as ordered.

Tord’s hands are pinned above his head, shirt lifted to expose his muscular torso while his pants have been shoved down to reveal his cock. He’s hard and throbbing as he twitches beneath your touch.

“P-please… please…” he whines, his shallow breaths hot and heavy as he lets the words out.

You chuckle but refuse to give him what he wants. Instead, you swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, lapping at the precum beading up his slit. He flexes his wrists against his restraints, jutting his hips up and throwing his head back with a deliciously pathetic whine.

“You’re so cute, honey. Such a good, obedient baby boy for me, aren’t you?” you coo.

He nods frantically, whimpering. “Yes — please! I’m your good boy! Faen!” He jerks up again, searching for some sort of contact, some kind of release, only to get absolutely nothing.

You have to bite back a smirk as you run the pads of your fingers up and down the underside of his shaft. His body thrashes, a twitch or voluntary movement you’re not sure, and more sweet moans escape him.

“Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me, and I just might reward you.”

“I — ahh — I wanna cum! Please, I wanna cum so badly!”

You hum.

He looks so desperate. You know he’s at a point where he’d do anything for you, and the thought of having someone so strong at the mercy of your touch is exhilarating.

Without breaking eye contact, you wrap your lips around him and watch as he shudders and gasps, but you don’t take him any further down your throat. Instead, you trace your tongue over his slit, lathering the tip with attention while ignoring the rest of his pulsing length. He looks so cute, so absolutely adorable as he writhes, trying to flex into your mouth, his head falling back and chest heaving with every choked moan. You let him hump himself into your mouth for a while, never letting him get more than a few inches deep before pulling back all over again.

He’s so eager, so wonderfully responsive as you pleasure him between your lips. Your tongue flicks at his most sensitive parts in short, quickly repeating motions while you hollow out your cheeks at the same time. You can feel him trying to fuck himself into your mouth as best as he can, moaning and squirming for more. And right as he’s starting to get a bit too eager for your liking, you pull away, and the wet warmth of your tongue disappears from his pulsing cock completely.

“Ngh-no! Faen, vennligst!”

His fervent protests fall on deaf ears.

“Aww, I’m sorry, baby,” you pout mockingly. “Were you getting close again? Hm? Did you wanna cum in my mouth?”

You almost feel bad for being so cruel, denying his release for this long despite his being so obedient and submissive. He’s just so much fun to tease, how could you possibly resist?

He nods at your question, still dazed and reeling from the shock of being denied yet again. You tilt your head, coy smirk playing at your lips, and watch as he takes in deep, shuddering breaths, trying to control the way his hips keep stuttering up for your touch.

“So cute, baby. You’re so cute when you get all desperate for me.”

You trace down his torso, and he squirms beneath your feather-light touches. Panting and shaking, he whimpers your name, looking up at you with so much love.

You toy with your bottom lip between your teeth, body tingling pleasantly at the sight he offers. Still, you manage to resist getting too excited in the moment.

Instead, you continue tracing down his form, gently stroking his skin as you give him time to catch his breath. You want him nice and ready for what you have in mind, after all.

When his breathing’s calmed down and you think he’s had enough time to recover, you wrap your hand around the toy strapped to your hips, giving the silicon cock a few strokes just to tease him. His gaze immediately fixates on your movements, his own member twitching in need as his hips roll up into nothing at the same pace that you jerk the toy. He bites his lip, eyebrows furrowing.

You release your grip on the fake shaft, giggling at the urgency in his eyes. “You want this, baby?”

He swallows thickly. “Yes,” he breathes out. His Adam’s apple bobs as a he swallows back another moan before adding, “Please.”

His begging is all you need to hear.

You reach out, grabbing a fistful of his blonde locks between your fingers and tug his head to the side for access to his neck, being delicate enough to not injure him but harsh enough to be firm and commanding, causing him to let out another whine.

Your lips find purchase on his neck in a teasing kiss, teeth nipping at flesh before moving down to his collarbone. You take your sweet, sweet time littering love marks all over him until reddish-purple flowers are blossoming on his skin. He shudders as you do, still wriggling and writhing beneath you, his member rubbing against your thigh and smearing streaks of white every time he tries to grind up for more friction.

“That’s my good boy,” you say gently.

Your free hand lines the toy up to his entrance while you’re distracting him with your mouth. You murmur encouraging nothings as you ever so slowly ease into him, all the way until the toy’s completely disappeared inside of him. His lips part in a hushed moan as you bottom out, his eyes glazing over and back arching for more.

“Look at you, baby. So perfect for me.” Your eager praises are accompanied by slow, gentle thrusts.

His hands ball into fists above his head, muscles tensing as wave upon wave of pleasure crashes through him. There’s a perfectly blissed-out look on his face as you rock into him with calculated movements, and try as he might to hold back his desperate sounds, the room is filled with his eager cries. It’s like music to your ears.

He rolls his hips back, meeting you halfway for every thrust, trying to get you to go faster and harder, but you maintain your even pace.

“Vennligst. Flere. Jeg trenger mer.”

You hum, biting your lip, enjoying the way his cock twitches against your stomach.

He wants you. He wants you to get him off, wants you to pound into him until he’s nothing but a shambling, babbling mess of a person. But you’re not done having your fun just yet.

“You want more, baby? Yeah? I bet you want me to fuck you brain dead, don’t you?”

He nods frantically, and he’s about to say something but he quickly cuts himself off with a loud moan as you hit that spot inside him. He jerks, a string of curses escaping him, his body tensing so that you can see his muscles tightening beneath his sweat-slicked skin. His sounds are nearly driving you desperate as well. It takes more willpower than you’d like to admit to pause, keeping still so that the toy is just barely grazing the same spot.

“N-no!” he whines in protest, cursing, knowing all too well what you plan on doing to him.

You have to resist touching yourself at the sight of him so worked up.

“P-please — don’t stop! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Vennligst—”

“Tsk tsk tsk,” you shush him, tapping your fingers against his thighs. “Ah ah, good boys don’t complain now, do they?”

He shuts his eyes, brows furrowing and body trembling as his teeth find purchase on his bottom lip until it bleeds. You smack his thigh, forcing him to release his lip and return his attention back to you. He shakes his head in response to your previous question, swallowing thickly, looking up at you with lust-filled eyes.

So submissive.

“Good boy,” you praise, purring in satisfaction.

You wrap a hand around the base of his cock to reward him and watch as he bucks up, seeking more of your touch.

“Are you gonna take it baby? Take my cock like the good boy you are?”

He nods eagerly, hands fumbling to grip the bindings for leverage on something

“Yes, please, I’ll be good,” he promises, groaning. “Please, please fuck me.”

You hum, running barely-there strokes up and down his stiff member, ever so faintly jerking him off to get him nice and riled up, even more so than he already is. It has his head falling back again, and you savor how vocal he becomes at the slightest hint of contact. You coo more praises, chuckling at how needy he looks when he squirms beneath you. You really do feel bad for teasing him this much when he’s been so obedient, hanging onto your every word, but you can’t help it.

He just looks so damn cute when he’s this desperate.

The slick pooling between your legs has gotten damn near unbearable by now, but you don’t want to stop just yet.

No, you want to drag this out as long as you can.

Which is why you take your time toying with him, moving your hips again to readjust him to the tempo of skin smacking against skin. You move faster than the last pace you’d set before, but still not as fast as you know he likes. Every time you pump the toy into him, it reaches right where it needs to, and with every push of your hips, you feel his body tense eagerly with a surge of pleasure and adrenaline. He looks so needy, trembling and mewling beneath you, that you can’t help but succumb to what he wants, what he needs. You give in to the desire to fuck him faster and harder, impaling him on the toy cock like he’s your own personal fucktoy.

And your efforts are immediately rewarded.

He’s loud and absolutely shameless as he cries out for you, cursing and mewling, yanking at his restraints, his back arching and his cock twitching impatiently.

You know he won’t last very long at the rate you’re going, but you don’t want to stop just yet.

You use him shamelessly and recklessly, taking out all of your frustrations by pounding into him until he’s gasping for breath. And then, right as he’s about to cum, his member tensing and his voice getting louder as he nears ever so close to ecstasy yet again, you stop.

“Nei, faen!” he cries out, rolling his hips, trying to find the slightest bit more friction to get off, but you pull away again before he can reach it. A few tears spill down his cheeks, his body unable to process the sheer lack of release he’s had to endure for god knows how long by now.

“Aww, it’s alright, baby,” you shush him, wiping away his tears. “There’s no need to cry.”

Your cooing doesn’t do much to quell his desperation.

“I-I wanna cum. Please, please let me cum. Please.”

His begging goes straight to your core.

You smoothen out his hair, contemplating the sadistic plan running through your head, knowing fully well that you shouldn’t go through with it.

It’s much too cruel.

But at the same time, you don’t want him to stop being so desperate, so on edge for every faint bit of attention you give him. With a knowing smirk, you shake your head.

“No baby, I don’t think you’ve earned it just yet tonight.”

[nocofamilyau]

not related to noco at all but what is katie and sadie’s relationship like now?

pretty good all things considered! while they're both married to two sweet guys and have separate families (none of their kids are other td characters, unfortunately...) they're still really close, and still live next to each other at that same beach town they grew up in, now both running that successful 80s themed ice cream business they've been dreaming of! its safe to say they probably suffered the least on Total Drama, only leaving with a couple of minor scars, good god were they lucky..

[coco-and-honey]

Eddsworld Boys and Skincare

Edd

Edd would be quietly intrigued. It would start with him playfully letting you dab some of your creams and serums to his face and ends with him sneaking some of your fanciest moisturizer.

He’d be particularly interested in the scents of your skincare products, commenting on the fragrances and favoring those with sweeter smells, but he would develop a preference for those that become ‘yours’ in his head.

On nights he finds it hard to unwind, he asks you to apply some lotion or a mask to his face so he can relax in the feeling of being pampered and loved by you.

Matt

Matt would absolutely be the most eager to join in your routine, enthusiastically adopting whatever you recommend and adding to his already large collection.

He has a particular fondness for moisturizers and always uses a bit too much. You have to remind him a little bit goes a long way, a problem he’d fix by playfully grabbing your face and rubbing the excess from his skin all over yours.

He is alllllll for regular spa nights, complete with masks, hot towels, and soothing music.

Tom

Tom would be fascinated and watch you closely as you apply every product, asking detailed questions about the purpose of each one, eager to learn about the process even if he fully doesn’t understand it.

He’ll occasionally let you apply some of the products on him. He also learns the names and brands of the items you use and surprises you by getting you some when you run out.

He would respect your process, quietly appreciating every detail and admiring you and the care and attention you give yourself.

Tord

Tord would love to watch you indulge in your skincare but would be shy about it at first. His curiosity would eventually get the best of him and you’d find him picking up the different bottles, reading the labels and nodding to himself as he takes a mental note of all the names to impress you later.

He would follow things to the letter, measuring out an actual ‘pea-sized’ amount of something before you assure him it’s okay to be a little less precise.

If he saw you stressing out about your skin, he’d reassure you with soft kisses to the places you’re most insecure about. He’d gently encourage you, reminding you that your routine is meant to make you feel happy and affirming that your skin does not define your worth or his love for you.

[ivelte]

I may or may not be a little obsessed with these characters... Maybe. Just a little.

[peachlybeloved]

a mutual kind of lament. 🌧️

[perfectfeelings]

Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself.

Coco Chanel