#ew tord x you

[fanged-fanfics]

Hellooooo :3

If it’s alright could I ask for Tord x reader headcanons like the one you did for Edd and poly Eddsworld? Thank you 😊

☆ Red Hearts and Memories — Tord x Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 You knew of Tord when he was first around the main trio, but you didn't really know much about him back then. He was nice enough for you to get along, but you hadn't interacted much outside of some spare conversations and hijinx joining

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When he came back around later, you clicked a whole lot better. He was an inviting person to be around for all his charm and friendly disposition, it became easy to ask him to tag along for basically anything, and before long you two were inseparable

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Tord tends to be just a hint unsettling at times with his somewhat-evil laughs and mysterious plotting, but honestly after zombies in a theme park and several crazy adventures, you didn't clock it as anything too out of the ordinary. Besides, he tells you everything, it's probably fine... probably

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He primarily shows his love through little jabs. Small, harmless jokes and pranks are his most common ways of picking at you a bit, insisting that it's just him trying to catch up for lost time (you certainly get the ones that are much easier than what Tom gets)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He can get pretty passive-aggressive when upset, but if you call him out, he'll lose the attitude. He doesn't know why at first, but the idea of you being mad at him makes him feel uneasy, so he tries to conduct himself at least a little better

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He prefers to build you gifts rather than buy them, using his knowledge of mechanics to make little trinkets and items that you could know came straight from his hard work. He gets a little flustered if you compliment the handiwork, though he tries not to let it show

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Prone to casual displays of PDA. Stuff like a hand in your pocket or around the shoulders, something that might seem casual initially but still carries a display that you're his partner

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He tells you how much he missed you in your time apart every once in a while. He says it to Edd and Matt pretty regularly, but when speaking with you, especially in private, it carries a sort of vulnerability weight to it. Coupled with the way he tends to gravitate to your side, you can tell he really means it

[melodyquackers]

that one redraw thing w tomtord

Did NOT want to color this 🥶 also ik the anatomy is off pls bear wit me 🙏🙏

[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.

[moonsapprentice]

….I fear I may have a type…

[spritiez]

TOMTORD IN 2024 IS CRAzy

They drive me crazy

Jsjdnshjdncnkcwe

Doomed yaoi I love you

[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.”

[evelynismahnameboi]

Do you have any tordmatt?

TordMatt art? Or like merch? I wasn’t sure about making Eddsworld pairings merch, mostly because I didn’t really know if people would buy them 😅

Crazy I know, but if you do mean art, I have a bit.

Okay nvm I only have the one. Which is strange since I really do enjoy TordMatt

[cherrysmokesaconha]

Today I present to you, my dear followers:

My headcanon for 2004 Tom's mouth!! :3

I like to think that when Tom talks normally, no mouth can be seen (since in th Christmas Special he didn't have mouth), but in VERY specific moments, a mouth appears! (It's like a melting thing with a snake like tongue :]

And ofc u guys get an EXTRA ↓

Tom gets to clean the stinky emo bitch <333

[therealestgalthereis]

Stupid animatic thing

[glowstick-art]

wait....people actually ship Edd and Tord?! i thought yall were joking?!?

(no hate btw)

[httpfr3shlyrtten]

Repost bc why did tumblr hate on pattord?? The fuck?? Yall better eat this bc I’m working on my midterms 😍

[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.

[little-otter-writes]

AUUUUGHGHHGHGHG IM THR ANON WHO REQUESTED THE COOKING TOM + READER I LOVED IT<3333 Anyways can I request (yet again O_O) some Matt x reader angst? :3 (ALSO CAN I BE KNOWN AS <3 ANON)

I'm glad you liked it!!

And angst you say? Well I'm sure I can deliver some heart breaking stuff if I do say so myself >:]

I did go with future Matt even though you didn't request it specifically- just because the future boios have a LOT of angst potential and I wanted to write some future stuff

Don't go..

Ship: Matt x Reader (future versions!)

Type: angst, oneshot

Warnings: lots of angst, character death, some cursing

"Stay with me!!" Matt cried out, holding your wounded body in his arms as he sobbed. "Don't fucking die on me!"

You had gotten shot by some rebel soldiers during a patrol, and you were on the verge of death itself.

Tom was busy calling in reinforcements as well as some medical staff.

You knew they wouldn't get there in time.. but Matt stayed hopeful.

"My love, please.. don't go.." Matt begged, sobbing into your shoulder as he held you tightly.

"They're almost here. Just hang on!" Tom called over his shoulder, his tone desperate and almost pleading for you to survive.

You had been the boys best friend for years, and here you were, bleeding out and being held in the arms of your one true love as you slowly died.

You smiled, cupping Matt's cheek.

"I love you, Matt.. don't forget me.." you whispered, kissing him one last time with the little strength you had left.

Slowly, everything went dark and you went limp.

Matt looked down at your body in horror, tears streaming down his face.

"My darling.. no- please!" He begged, sobbing loudly into your chest.

Tom could only watch in despair as the medical team arrived, knowing it was too late..

[youregunnabemine]

INFO ABOUT THIS BLOG

"You're gunna be mine."

This is a Tord (Eddsworld) x reader fanfiction. NONE OF THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME So, this fanfic is an AU. It's set around the 1920's, in London. Mafia au, I guess you could say? But also yandere. WARNINGS; This story will have some things that may not be comfortable to all readers, including, but not limited to; Body horror Mentions of gore, puke, sexual content, rape Kidnapping Violence. ──────⊱⁜⊰────── With the warnings out of the way, we're gunna dive into the characters, and of course; you. ──────⊱⁜⊰────── The main characters are; ⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹ ⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹ ‧₊˚✩彡 Tord ‧₊˚✩彡 Tom ‧₊˚✩彡 Matt ‧₊˚✩彡 Edd ‧₊˚✩彡 {Y/N} (you<3) Other characters that'll play roles are; ✩࿐ Laurel ✩࿐ Eduardo ✩࿐ Jon ✩࿐ Mark ✩࿐ Hellucard ✩࿐ Bing ✩࿐ Larry ▄ █ ▄ █ ▄ ▄ █ ▄ █ ▄ █ KEY; {Y/N} = Your name {H/C} = Hair colour {F/C} = Favourite colour Other's will be added if needed. ──────⊱⁜⊰────── ALSO!! Reader is FEM in this, she/her pronouns ect. With that, enjoy!!

[coco-and-creame]

a concept: tord, a cold apartment, a stolen shirt of his, and no bra.

I love this concept! I hope you enjoy 💖

Cold

Content: GN!reader; nipple play.

Tord’s eyes trailed over to you, watching as you stepped out of his bedroom and into the room he was currently sat in - the living room.

There you stood, looking like the smallest human with his shirt falling over your thighs, sleepy expression stuck on your face as you let out a long yawn. After all, it was 2am by now, but you figured you’d stay up with him until he had to go pick up the boys from the party they’d gone to. He smiled at your presence, awing on the inside at how cute you look all tired and groggy.

“Hey there, sleepyhead,” Tord greeted, throwing his phone beside his spot on the couch as he opened up his arms to you. You walked over to him as you rubbed your eye, plopping onto his lap with your knees on either side of him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your face into the crook of his neck, hugging him tightly. He pulled you closer softly, hands finding a comfortable place on your bottom.

A large smile spread across his face, nudging his nose into your hair and taking in the sweet scent.

“It’s so cold,” you mumbled, shivering slightly in his arms. He dragged his fingers over your thighs, feeling the goosebumps rise up beneath his fingertips. He rubbed his hands along your thighs, trying to warm you up with false hope ahead. Instead of wasting more time on that, he went to check the time on his phone.

“There’s still around thirty minutes until I have to go. Wanna cuddle to warm you up?” He pulled back, staring into your tired gaze while his hands moved up to your waist. You nodded, blinking to prevent the drowsiness from getting to you, before nestling your head back into the comfortable warmth of his neck, pulling yourself even closer to him, chest pressed up against his.

Tord’s eyes widened slightly once feeling the spiky feeling of your nipples poking into his chest, pausing his every movement for a moment. Even though both of you were clothed on your upper bodies, the sensation of your nipples pressing into his chest was so very obvious.

He felt his cheeks heat up, but continued his previous movements, and lay the two of you down so he was positioned behind you, arms wrapped around your waist and his chin stubble tickling your cheek. You smiled at the sweet warmth of his body against yours. He pressed a kiss against your cheek, before slowly sneaking a hand up your shirt, pushing it up to reveal your underwear slightly.

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly, mind waking up a little from the sudden sneaky movements of your boyfriend. “Tord? What are you… doing?” you trailed off slightly, but once he ran his thumb over one of your hard nipples, you immediately understood. A small sigh escaped your lips, making Tord’s heart speed up.

“I'm just… cuddling! I don't know what you're talking about.” But the grin you could hear through his voice and the way he said it sure told you something else.

You relaxed into his arms, biting your bottom lip as he pinched your nipple between his thumb and index, twisting slightly before releasing. You couldn’t hold back the small whine that escaped you, the feeling of the slight sting and following pleasure travelling right down to your centre. You were too tired to do anything but lay there and just feel every swipe of his thumb, every pinch of his fingers and any roughness he chose to cause upon your sensitive nipples, until he had to leave to pick up the boys.

[ask-tord69]

follow to that one person asking to live with them

but what about edd?🤔

was he a friend or stranger?

or...more?

He was a boyfriend and still is.