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[xxdark-obsessionxx]

I’m a big sucker for Psych Au fics. Reader is a cis female doctor who treats Tord with kindness. He becomes obsessed with her. Refuses to talk to any other doctor.

Tord is always on his best behavior for her which leads her to let her guard down.

BIG MISTAKE

I was supposed to be asleep five hours ago but I couldn’t until I finished this. Just know that in my heart, this takes place in Arkham. Also I'm super rusty so I apologize if anything feels off/wonky.

CW: Noncon

Dark themes ahead, please read at your own discretion and keep yourself safe. This is a work of fiction and I do not condone or support scenarios like this in real life

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“You dropped this.” 

The man stares at you wide eyed as you hand him his lighter. He stands, rigid. You give him a gentle smile and press it into his palm, your other hand curling around the back of his hand. 

“I know there’s no fluid in it, so you don’t have to worry about me taking it,” you say to him. You pat his hand and step away.

The man turns fully towards you and you’re able to read the name sewed onto his shirt. 

“I-” the man- Tord- swallows hard. He quickly pockets the lighter. “Thank you.” 

You give him another smile and walk past him. He had seemed to be going the same way as you but he never caught up. Nor did you hear footsteps behind you. Once you reach the director’s office, he leaves your thoughts. You were absolutely determined to make a good first impression on your first day of the job. 

The man you met earlier had turned out to be your first patient. And oh boy, what a patient he was. Like you had promised yourself you weren’t going to judge any of these people but god damn. His file was thick. At least twenty papers were inside the manilla folder you had received from the head director’s office. Maybe even more. 

You’d never know if you kept standing outside the director’s office gawking at it. You take a deep breath. Going through it sitting down was probably a good idea. As you make your way to the breakroom, your grip on the folder is tight, trying your best to make sure you don’t drop it and reveal your patient's file. 

Thankfully, it doesn’t take you long to get to the breakroom. A few people were there but they paid you no mind. They sit, hunched over lunch or their own files. You sit and start to read. 

Løvik Tord

3 7 2 5 9

DOB: 1995

Age: 28

Hair: Dark brown with lighter brown roots

Eye: Silver

You end up skimming through this until you get to the bottom of the page. It wasn’t… pretty. 

CASE INFORMATION: 

Tord is a violent man. He is aggressive, manipulative, and has a short temper. Many doctors have tried working with him to no avail. He does not respond kindly to Dr.Casey (see page 5), Dr.Bonnie (see page 8), Dr.Roxy (see page 12), or Dr.Harley (see page 15). 

He is extremely aggressive towards Dr. Bruce (see page 20). 

You stop reading there, your chest feeling tight. You flip to page twenty. It’s not the last page like you had hoped. There were still…. Quite a bit in the file. 

Dr.Bruce has tried everything he can to help Tord. He has tried finding common ground with the patient. Has tried being lax and strict with Tord’s schedule. Has tried working with Tord and letting him sit outside. Tord had found every loophole and burned every bridge until Dr.Bruce stopped lenient treatments. Tord stabbed Dr.Bruce fifteen times before guards made their way into the room. 

It is unknown how and where he had gotten his hands on a sharp long blade. Tord was seen licking the blood of-

“Don’t worry if you can’t fix him. At this point, Doctor Markman hands his case off to fresh blood to showcase this place. No one expects you to be able to tame him.” 

You startle at the voice, goosebumps raised on your arms. “I’m sorry?” you ask with a polite smile. Anger clouded your fear. What the hell was this person talking about?

The doctor, Alice, her name tag reads, smiles at you. 

“Nearly everyone has tried working with him at this point,” she continues. “No one expects him to ever get better. He's here for murder, after all.” 

You give her a tight smile in return. “I’ll just have to see for myself.” 

Before she can keep going, you straighten up the papers and close the folder. 

“I appreciate the advice, but I must be going now,” you lie through your teeth. What bullshit! What kind of doctors run this place? 

You actually hadn’t needed to be anywhere for another thirty minutes but if this conversation continued you wouldn’t be able to hold your tongue. Everyone can be saved. With compassion and kindness and help, no one was beyond redemption. Or too far gone for help. 

You storm out of the breakroom and wander. 

“I was hoping I’d see you again.” 

Tord grins at you as he’s escorted in. His hands are cuffed and before he can sit down, the guard pats him down. 

It makes your stomach churn but you keep your face kind. 

“It’s nice to see you too,” you greet. You watch cautiously as he sits down in the plush chair. The guard leaves the room. 

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

It’s silent enough to hear the clock as the two of you study each other. He seems to drink you in, eyes wandering up and down, seeming to take in everything. You’d do the same if you weren’t a professional. 

“You used to dye your hair?” 

Tord raises an eyebrow. He tilts his head a little, eyes focused solely on you. It unnerves you almost as much as his file had. No patient of yours had ever stared at you so intensely in the past….

After a moment, he answers. “Yes. I fancied black quite a bit.” He gestures towards his roots. “It’s been a while since Bruce got me more dye. No one else will.” 

“I could look into it,” you clasp your hands, jumping into this opportunity. “I can’t promise anything, but I’ll talk to Doctor Marksman.” 

“And what do you want from me in return?”

“I’m sorry?” 

His gaze hardens. “What. do. You. want.” He grinds out, his body rigid in the chair. His hands were clenched.

Without thinking, puzzlement falls across your face. What did he mean? What did you want? For him to get better, obviously. 

“I want you to be at ease with your mental health,” you answer, still looking puzzled. “I don’t want anything else from this job but that. I’m not dangling hair dye in front of you in exchange. I want you to feel comfortable in your skin and at home here, Mr.Løvik.” 

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. 

“Is that really what you want?” Tord asks, an emotion you can’t quite place in his voice. “To help me get better?” 

Whatever it may be, you smile at him. 

“Of course. I want nothing but to see you succeed and be happy here.” 

Things were easier after that first session. You always started off kindly, asking Tord how his day was going. If his favorite show or movie had aired on the television today.If his favorite food had been served that morning or afternoon. If he slept fine through the dreadful storm. 

(“I know I wasn’t,” you had laughed. “I tossed and turned, jumping at each sound all night.”

“I’m sure your boyfriend was quite displeased.”

“Oh,” you chuckle. “Well, no. I have a cat but no boyfriend. I was too busy getting my decree to ever really mingle like that. Though, my poor little man was also distraught at all the thunder last night. He yowled at my door until I let him into my room and he curled up on my bed. I’ll bring pictures next time.”) 

Too well for you and only you. Tord refused to talk to anyone but you. He would sit in silence or insult other doctors during his sessions. In one instance, he broke a new doctor’s nose. The poor guy had quit on the spot, cussing Tord and the whole place out as he was escorted to the medical section. 

You were tense the next few sessions but that violent man was nowhere to be found. He kept his cuffed hands right in front where you can see them at all times. He never lunged from you. In fact, barely ever moved in his chair. 

Tord was easygoing. Polite, charming, even. He took any medications he needed obediently and put up no fuss when you’d have him describe in later sessions how he was feeling and if he was feeling any negative side effects. 

He asked about your cat. About how your favorite show was going. If the movie you were looking forward to has come out yet. If your favorite restaurant down the street from your apartment was still closed for renovations. 

Eventually, enough time had passed that you relaxed. You stopped keeping your eyes trained on his hands. You stopped worrying yourself sick about his body language. You focused on his treatments and his mental health. 

If he was going to hurt me he would have done so by now, you thought to yourself after your latest session with Tord. He was doing so much better than he had been doing six months ago. It seemed as if you were really making a difference, helping him improve. 

It had been three months since he last fought another patient. Two months since he assaulted another doctor. And five months since he refused treatment of any kind. 

You step outside the building and take a deep breath. A dopey smile sticks to your face as you walk to your car. Becoming a doctor was the best choice you’ve ever made. Nothing was more rewarding than helping people. Not even this cloudy weather could bring you down. 

In fact, nothing tried to drag your mood down. There was no traffic on the way home. Some asshole hadn’t parked in your assigned parking spot again in the parking lot of your apartment. And your sweet cat hadn’t knocked his little box over again. 

You happily reheat your leftovers and watch tv for a while before you get ready for bed. Unfortunately, your mood does come crashing down. 

In the middle of the night, thunder wakes you. You jolt up, scrambling for your phone. Your hands come up empty. Shit, you think. I left it charging in the kitchen. Ugh. Oh well, you don’t need to look at your phone to see it is late and storming. 

Another loud sound booms through your apartment. Only this time, it sounds like a crash. 

“It’s just thunder,” you tell yourself. “Nothing to be afraid of.” You lay back down. Your eyes shut and you’re just about drifting to sleep when your door creeks open. 

You bolt up, knowing damn well that your cat can’t open doors and you freeze. 

Your heart races as your mind tries to process just who was in front of you. 

“Tord?” you whimper, hands shaking. But that can’t be. That was impossible. He was supposed to be sleeping soundly in his room with the soundproof headphones you got him. He didn’t like storms. The thunder reminded him too much of gunshots and made him restless. 

Useless information floods your brain. 

“I’m home, sweetheart,” he rasps. His grin is soft in the moonlight. He reaches over to flick on your bedroom light. 

He’s gentle he’s kind he’s sweet he’s-

He’s covered in blood.

Tord steps forward and you’re frozen in bed. His eyes are wild as they drink you in. There’s blood on his hands. In his hair. Splatters on his face. 

“Oh honey how I’ve dreamed of this,” he croons at the foot of your bed. “Your apartment is just as cute as you described.” 

He grabs the edge of your blanket and pulls it off. His smile grows sappy. “You did go for the red pants like I suggested.” He giggles, staring between your legs. “I wonder if there’s a match beneath them.”

That snaps you out of your shocked stupor. You scramble off your bed, slamming your head hard against your nightstand as you try to avoid Tord’s lunging grasp. 

You lay fetal on the floor, tears in your eyes as you clutch your head. “Fuck,” you hiss.

Tord clicks his tongue. He slowly climbs off your bed, crouching next to you. “My poor clumsy sweetheart.” 

You feel his hands in your hair. 

“What do you want?” you gasp. Fear and pain mix as you start to cry into your carpet. 

His hands stroke your hair. 

“You.” 

With that, you’re powerless to stop him as he scoops you up into his arms. You thrash as he dumps you back onto your bed, pinning you down. 

“I know you're scared but it’s ok. I’ll be gentle, my love. So gentle.”

Your mind can’t wrap your head around what’s happening. Tord isn’t supposed to be tying your wrists to your headboard. He isn’t supposed to be kissing your neck and grinding his hard arousal between your legs. He isn’t supposed to be in your home. 

“Such a good girl, staying still for me,” Tord says softly as he pulls back. He slides your pants down. Disappoint clouds his eyes when he sees your panties aren’t red but it’s deepened when he pulls those down and you’re barely wet.

“It’s ok sweets. I’ll figure out what gets you going. There’s nothing to be ashamed of in needing help.” 

Anger wells in your chest as Tord fishes for something in one of his pockets. How dare he. How dare he parrot your own advice back at you. As if this was a simple therapy session. As if you were the patient and he was the doctor wanting to help. 

“Get off me!” you snarl. “You know this isn’t right Tord. Y-you’re sick! You need help!” 

Tord stops what he’s doing to stare dead eyed at you. He plucks a clean rag off your nightstand and stuffs it into your mouth. 

“Enough of that,” he scolds. “You need this as much as I do. In fact, doctors orders.” 

He grins at his own twisted joke. He fishes through his pockets again and pulls out a small bottle of lube. “Yes, just what my love needs. A good thorough fuck.” 

You desperately try to spit the rag out but your mouth is too dry. You twist and tug your wrists but to no avail. This was happening. Your gentle, sweet patient was going to take your virginity. 

Tord carefully squirts lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together. He parts your folds, humming appreciatively as he rubs your clit. 

“That’s it, my good girl. Get nice and wet for me.” 

You feel sick. Against your will, his crooning and his touches stir up arousal inside you. You close your eyes as he gently fingers you as if he was searching for something. 

A minute later, your eyes fly open as he jabs something horrible. Your pussy grows slick from it, pleasure building in your lower stomach. 

“There it is.”

You shake your head violently. Not there, you try to plead with your eyes. Anywhere but there! 

But Tord merely smiles at you and ruthlessly abuses that spot. Over and over his fingers jab and curl,  rubbing it. You squeeze your eyes tight, small moans making their way out of your throat as pleasure jolts through you.. His thumb strokes your clit and you cum embarrassedly fast. You stare at the ceiling and wish you hadn’t wanted to cum at all. 

“Good girl,” Tord praises. He pulls his fingers out, eying them appreciatively. He sticks them in his mouth and sucks, moaning. “So sweet. But I’m too impatient to try it from the source. You’ll have to forgive me, my love.” 

Panic jolts up your spine as you feel his tip pressing against your entrance. You try to climb up your bed rest but you only achieve getting a little higher up on your pillows. Tord sighs and presses forward. 

“It’ll hurt for a moment but I promise this will feel good,” Tord tries to soothe. He picks up the lube and squeezes more into his palm and strokes himself. 

You hate him. You hate him with all your heart. 

He pushed forward and once again, you squeezed your eyes tight. His hand roughly grabs your throat. 

“Eyes on me,” he snaps. “I want to see how good I make you feel.” 

The fear overturns the pain and you quickly open your eyes. He pushes further in, reaching down to run your clit. 

Tord rocks his hips a little, eyes starstruck as he stares down at you. “You’re getting wetter,” he mumbles to himself. A grin spreads across his face. 

His hips snap forward, setting a firm pace. He stops rubbing your clit to grab under your thighs. He lifts them up and pushes until they’re almost touching your breasts. 

He thrusts harder and- 

You squeal, bucking your hips as he hits that horrible spot. You can’t stop bucking your hips, jolts of pleasure stabbing your stomach and stars in your eyes. 

Tord pressed closer to you, caging you in. He holds your gaze intensely, panting a little. His eyes dart between your face and your bouncing tits. 

Like earlier, you cum fast. This one hits you harder. And Tord doesn’t stop. 

You cum again and he pulls out. “Move and I’ll beat your ass with a belt,” he growls. He pulls out a switchblade and cuts the rope off your headboard. He’s quick to tie your wrists together. 

You find yourself on your stomach, ass up. Tord firmly holds your hips. He enters again, pressing down against you. Caging you against the mattress as he pounds into your pussy hard. By the time you’re cumming again, he finally cums with you. 

You’re crying by this point. Overstimulation has you cringing, your pussy tingling as he pulls out. Once again, you start to panic. Tord had come inside you. You thrash underneath him. 

“Stop that,” he hisses, slapping your ass hard. You cry harder as he does it another three times. And another, until you finally go still. 

You hear Tord sigh harshly. “I need to be patient with you,” he mumbles to himself. He gets off of you and you hear him leave the room. 

He’s back within minutes, holding a wet hand towel. You’re gently turned over onto your back and he softly cleans you up. You can’t look at him. 

“Mrrow.” 

Your heart jolts. Your cat jumps onto the bed, purring as Tord pets him with his clean hand. Traitor. 

“You rest while I pack,” Tord says softly. He leans down to press a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll grab everything you need and love for our new home.” 

He climbs off the bed and leaves the room again. He comes back with duffel bags. Your cat paddles up to you and curls up next to you. He purrs hard as you sob your eyes out.

[rozpustaa]

NOTE: ship tomtord. If you don't like it, don't watch it

!sexual subtext! only for adults

Part 1?

[iloveyousomuchxoxoxo]

Hey there! I saw ya post and uh wondered if I could request Tom smut.

A one shot where reader and Tom sorta hate eachother but always have this sexual tension, and one day when the group was bored and decided to host a "party" (it was js them watching movies and not really paying attention to it with junk food and soft drinks)

After Edd n Matt go to bed Reader and Tom are left Drunk outta their minds, so yknow they decided to start insulting each other but Tom accidentally lets his real feelings slip and called Reader Hot or smth and they start uh doin the thingy yknow. Sorry if this is long

Fem reader if that's alright! Also I'm sorry if this is too specific but can reader also be around Tom's height? Thanks!

| " Hate and lust are so similar "

AUGH I LOVE THIS??? Sorry it took me so long to see this-- been without a monitor for a little while. Hope you like this! NSFW ;; MDNI !! Tom x FEM!Reader ( P in v, switch!Tom + Switch!Reader, degrading + praise, hate sex(? Maybe?), hair pulling, drunk sex ) okay so this has been ROTTING IN MY DRAFTS FOREVER,,,, and i dont have the motivation to continue it so im posting it as is, if people like it i'll probably finish it

Tom, with his weird black eyes, ugly brown hair, and a smile that made you weak in the knees with.. disgust. You hated him, really. Hated him so much. Though you didn't know much about Tord (you had moved in after the mysterious Norge left), you could understand why he supposedly hated him.

And Tom hated you, too! So it was justified.

"..Ugh, fine." You groaned at Matt, who was stood in front of you, bright eyes sparkling as he had been begging you to get out of your room to hangout with everyone. Including Tom. But, he had promised free drinks.

"Great!" Matt exclaimed, grabbing your hand and dragging you excitedly to the living room. Whoa, Matt and Edd had gone all out, huh? The table was filled to the brim with an assortment of snacks, and beverages, both alcoholic, and regular.

When your eyes settled on the familiar brunette, you felt a pang of annoyance hit you. To be honest, you had forgotten Tom would be here too.

"Oh, great," Tom's voice drawled out, "the local douche is here. Y'not gonna ruin this for all of us, right?" A sigh emerged from Edd, and Matt rolled his eyes. You weren't as amused as Tom seemed to be.

"I should be asking you that, fuckass," you countered in a huff, walking to the very opposite side of the couch and plopping down.

Despite the few quarrels between Tom and yourself, the night had been going surprisingly well! You and Tom had even agreed on something; choice of drink. Smirnoff. It was obvious, you two were clearly drunk off your asses.

"Shouldn't you.. slow down?" Matt offered meekly, brows furrowing. You scoffed loudly, flinging your arms up. "At least drink some water, Y/N!" he demanded, thrusting a bottle of water at you.

With some argument you took the water and downed around half of it. Then chased it with another shot. Matt, clearly frustrated, stormed off. He tended to get pissy when he wasn't listened to, after all. Edd called out to Matt, before following, leaving Tom and you alone. What would usually be your worst nightmare.

But tonight it seemed.. different.

"Ain't Matt such a buzz kill?" you asked Tom, laughing. A chuckle escaped the brit and he nodded, "Always and forever." The two of you cracked up in laughter.

Then, Tom's face turned sour, as if he had tasted something foul. "Shu-- shut up! Yer' laugh is so annoying." You were taken aback, your expression turning less than happy as well. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Y/N! Your voice is annoying, every'hing about you s'annoying!" He threw his arms up, as if to somehow make his point more convincing. "So I'm annoying? At least I don't look like a freak!"

The two of you shot back and fourth insults at each other.

"Well-- well YOU sound stupid, stuttering all the time!" You hissed, scowling at Tom, lips curled in a sneer. Did Tom tend to stutter? Not exactly, but sometimes when it was just you too, he'd slip up over his words.

"It's not my fault you're so hot!" He countered, before stopping, going bright red.

You weren't sure if it was the drinks getting to you, or the fact your heart skipped a beat when he had said that-- but you felt an odd feeling collecting at your core. "..You think m'hot?" You asked as carefully as you could.

Shamefully, Tom nodded.

With rather quick movements, you found yourself on Tom's lap, peering down at him expectantly. "Holy fuck-!" He gasped, hands instinctively flying out to grab hold of your waist. "Did you really mean it? Or-- or was it the.. y'know," you nodded towards the empty cans lying around.

A small huff escaped Tom, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. Deciding that, 'what the hell, I've already come this far', you immediately kissed back, your hands resting themselves on Tom's face. You felt the brit's teeth nip at your lower lip- silently asking for permisson.

You hummed against his lips, not opening your mouth in the slightest. This seemed to annoy him, and his hand snaked around to your back, sliding down ever so slowly. He squeezed hard on the plush of your ass and it caused your breath to hitch, a small gasp escaping you as your back arched.

Tom took the opportunity and shoved his tongue into your mouth, his hands letting up their tight grip on you slightly. After a bit of tongue wrestling, you eventually began to feel something poke at you from underneath.

When you pulled away from Tom, a small string of saliva connected your lips, and the sight made the thing poking you become harder. A grin spread across your face, and you rolled your hips ever so slightly. "Y-- Y/N!" Tom gasped, his hips bucking up slightly, thrusting against you.

Feigning innocence, you cocked your head to the side and raised an eyebrow. "What?" Tom whined as you continued to roll your hips on him, his hips rutting up for any sort of friction on his aching member. He didn't care what stimulation or friction it was-- he just needed something. Anything.

"Quit teasing me, fuckin' whore.." he murmured, clenching onto your ass tightly. You chuckled, shaking your head. "I dunno, your pretty mean to me-- a lot."

Typically you assumed you'd be disgusted at the idea of doing anything like this with Tom of all people.. but the way he looked up at you, his boner rubbing up against you, expression glazed with need, and lust; it made you want him, badly. Feeling your resolve buckle, you swiftly made to unzipping Tom's pants- an action that clearly surprised the drunk.

[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.”

[obsessive-sin]

Pls do some breeding kink hc for tord 😭

Haven't had the energy to write recently but god this lives in my head rent free. This man is MENACE

- It starts out subtle. Once Tord cum inside his s/o, he'll stay inside them for just a little longer. He'll stop them from trying to get up, making the excuse that he just wants to kiss them once more before finally pulling out.

- He becomes fixated on making sure he's inside his s/o when he cums, even if he has a condom on. Any time his s/o suggests he pulls out (whether that be if they just want to watch him cum or have him cum on them), he argues heavily and presses himself as deep as can inside them.

- At some point, Tord stops being as subtle and goes full on, "I love filling you with my cum :)" and his s/o figures it out.

- If his s/o is okay with it, he'll go all out. Often, he'll tie them up and just fill them over and over until the both of them are exhausted. Praises them and rambles about breeding them and raising a child (even if his s/o can't get pregnant, he'll talk their ear off unless it bothers them).

- Will also cockwarm them for increasingly long periods of time after he fills them. He'll hold them there, murmuring praise and sweet nothings as he presses kiss after kiss onto their skin.

- Tord is a big fan of plugging up his s/o's hole and will experiment with different kinds of plugs if his s/o is fine with it. Tries things that range from regular plugs to vibrating plugs. His s/o's gotta feel pleasure too :).

- Going back to the tied up thing, Tord would research the best positions to keep his s/o in and then just. Pound them until either his s/o uses the safe word or until he's satisfied (while also making sure his s/o is satisfied). Whichever comes first. Absolutely loves how his s/o writhes and can't seem to stop clenching hard around him when he cums inside them.

[wqkzya]

oh sorry....... i like Tord with a pussy🥺

[jazzyblusnowflake]

“-hope I don’t disappoint then, that is, if you’ll have me?” “hm, depends…” “on what-?” “give me a second-”

Decided to re-upload this one cuz tumblr had a few bugs where my stuff wasn’t showing up in the tags, so testing to see if it will work this time-

a small part of my fic that im still writing, or at least how i imagine a part of it would go, might change it later idk the fic is still in progress lmao, i just really really REALLY needed some smooches and kisses because im sad and depressed and my anxiety is through the roof and i need to cope- i love them okay-

[zackieboyo]

Shipping Dynamics(has NSFW bits, can be ignored)

this template is pretty dense, which I like, so I did it with my top 3 ships!

important note(s):

1) ages and personality are based off the time they start dating(it's in small text at the top but idk if everyone can read that), so changes between paultord and tordmatt are bc of that

2) I made a mistake in the tomedd one thing they would change section. Remove the "never" lol, always something with me 💀

blank template(by @/ShyCustis on twt):

[rozpustaa]

Part 8

TEXT:

- What have i done?

- Why did i let my feelings slip away? This was never supposed to happen. I was suppose to hate him.

- (I’m so stupid. I allowed it. I like it. I shouldn’t. He fucked me. My first time with him)

[iloveyousomuchxoxoxo]

I saw ur pinned post! I was wondering if you could do yandere headcanons for EW Edd x reader (fem pleaseee :33) can they also be sfw and nsfw??

I’m prob gonna come back a lot LMAO

whoa.. finallty getting to my rwqeuests also the layout gonna be lazy and not as pretty cos im still not feeling too good!!?!!!!!! yes sir ok anyways onto the hcs

" You drive me insane. "

warnings; dead dove don't eat, yandere, sexual stuff, Edd being a creep Headcanons

Alone time? When EDD is obsessed with you? HAH LMAOFDSUAHDDSAHSAS

yeah, no, you don't get alone time anymore.

He loves being around you. I mean, c'mon, he's in the presence of an angel, right?? Why wouldn't he adore it

And why wouldn't he get hard simply from watching you?

Moving on from that

He does his best to never let you lift a finger. You're hungry? He'll cook for you. Need laundry done? He'll do it for you. Groceries?- you get the idea.

Although, he's usually the reason you want to do laundry yourself, since you find your panties are often missing, and Edd looks quite guilty when you ask him about it.

To be honest, he only fully trusts Tom, Matt and Tord to be around you alone. Anyone else, no matter what gender, he will need to be there with you. NSFW (both sexual, and things that would need a heavy TW. Proceed with caution, lovely<3) ONLY HCS BELOW

Would carve your name/initials into himself, getting hard at the feeling of "belonging" to you

I feel like he's a bit of a sadiomasochist, so he'd want you to put out a cigarette on him, he'd also like to choke you out when he's jealous, relishing in the way you'd gasp for air and beg for him to stop

Anything below the waist is off-limits if he doesn't have consent. If you don't want a kiss, he'll tell you to suck it up. But if you don't want him to touch you in that way, he won't

But if you did want that kind of thing, he is ready 24/7.

Pace is deep and slow. Loves hearing your whines and pleas for him to go faster

grajgjjhshhs i hope you like it mwa mwa mwa

[coco-and-creame]

girls night with Tori. You’re painting each others nails and doing each others hair and giggling and gossiping. And when you shyly admit to her that you’ve never been able to cum before, well, how can she not take that as a challenge.

I like how you think anon~

The Giver

Content: title from Chappell Roan’s new song; making out; titty sucking; fingering; cunnilingus; squirting; possessiveness.

“You what?”

Tori’s incredulous voice cuts through the room and the sound of Chappell Roan singing that comes from the portable speaker. You’re blushing, ears uncomfortably red, and you pick idly at the dried nail polish that messily got on your fingers. When Tori brings a finger under your chin to tilt your gaze back up to her, butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“I’ve… I’ve never cum.”

“Not even when you…?”

“Especially not then. I don’t know, my head has never been in the right space. Never felt good or…well, right.”

You’re violently embarrassed — even more so from the way she’s looking at you right now with such pity. But in a flash, the pity morphs into something… different. Something shiny and hungry and your heartbeat quickens as you watch the pink tip of her tongue slide out to wet her lips.

“I could do it,” she says, straightening her shoulders in confidence. “If that, uh, interests you.”

If that interests you? You’ve only been pining for the tall Norwegian for months now, aching to turn these girl’s nights you’ve been having into something more. Suddenly your mind is flooded with images of lips and tongues, deft fingers, and warm giggles. Somehow your flush deepens, spreading across your chest and Tori’s sharp gaze follows its path.

“Y-yeah. I’d like that. Please.”

The final word is barely out of your mouth and she’s already crawling towards you on her hands and knees.

“Lie down and get comfortable,” Tori murmurs, the cherry Coke on her breath ghosting over your lips. “Gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

“Yeah?” you ask softly as you lean back onto the pile of pillows. She straddles you in a heartbeat and runs a black-painted fingernail down the side of your cheek.

“But first I have to warm you up.” Tori leans down and brushes her lips over your forehead, your eyelids, your cheeks. “Nice and slow. I want you dripping for me.”

Your gasp is cut off when she slides her lips against yours and, feeling bold, you thread your hand through her blonde hair and pull her close. It doesn’t take long before you feel Tori’s hot tongue seeking entrance which you eagerly grant. As your tongues and teeth meet, Tori drags a lazy hand up your torso and slowly pries the strap of your tank top down, along with the front of the shirt. When she pulls back to look at your exposed breasts you whine at the loss of her mouth. Idly she thumbs over your nipple, stiffening it before giving it a playful sharp pinch. You yelp slightly, hips bucking against her and she smiles before returning to your mouth once more. As your kisses get wetter, deeper, hungrier, Tori continues to toy with your hardened nipple, cupping and squeezing the weight of your breast in her palm. When you whimper against her mouth and nudge her nose with yours she laughs, low and sultry.

“Have to tell me what you want, engel,” she teases, pulling back. She doesn't know why it took the two of you this long to get here but fuck she's happy you made it. Your pupils are blown and your lips swollen as you look up at her with adoration.

“S-suck.”

Tori tsks, knowing you can do better than that. Taking a deep breath you let out a soft whimper.

“Suck my tits, please.”

Tori coos at you, her sweet girl who knows how to ask so nicely even without being told. When her mouth descends on your breast she brings her lips together and blows a stream of cold air on the bud. The result is well worth it from the gasp that comes out of you and the tight little circles your hips make against her. When she flicks her tongue against you, you whine once more, hand returning to its place buried in her hair. Delightedly she takes your nipple into her hot mouth and sucks, smiling against your soft skin when you breathe her name like a prayer. Tori continues to lave her tongue along your breasts, running the muscle over every bump and valley. She could do this for hours — part of her is curious if she can make you cum just from this — but her mouth isn’t quite where she wants to be yet. When she pulls away from your chest, delightfully swollen from her ministrations, you very nearly cry out.

“Easy, engel,” Tori purrs, sliding down to place a kiss on the curve of your belly. “Plenty of time for that later. I’ve got a job to do, remember?”

“Mmmm, please Tori. Want to feel you.”

With a throb from between her own thighs, Tori regrets not having her strap on her right now so she could stuff you full of her. Instead she contents herself with sliding your sleep shorts and underwear off your hips and down your legs. When you’re finally exposed you slowly spread your legs for her, delighting in the way her gaze darkens at the sight of you. Pretty little curls on a thick mound and below that… Tori gently reaches down to spread you apart and when your slick begins to drip on the carpet below you she nearly goes feral.

“Hmm,” she says, settling between your legs and pressing sweet little open-mouth kisses to the inside of your thigh. “Pretty.”

“Yeah?” you breathe, and she can hear the smile on your face.

“Mmhmm,” she murmurs while nosing the curls. “All pretty and pink and sopping wet just for me.”

You make a noise somewhere in between a laugh of incredulity and a moan and when she spreads you open and slowly drags her tongue through your folds, you cry out.

“Fuck, Tori!”

Tori places a kiss to your mound and looks up at you with devilish eyes. “Only just getting started, honning.”

Before you can say anything else she’s on you, tongue splitting you open. She doesn’t touch your clit, not right away, instead content to tease at its hood while you twist in her grip. Briefly, she abandons it and slides down to your entrance where your slick accumulates for her pleasure. When she abruptly slides her tongue into your entrance, you shout her name. Slowly she begins to fuck you with her tongue as her fingers put a bruising grip on your hips.

“So good, Tori, fuck.”

She chuckles against your cunt and the vibrations make your hips buck sharply against her. Tori pulls away but brings a finger to your hole to tease at it as she looks up at you.

“Think I can do more than make you cum, babyjente,” she muses as she toys with your cunt. “Think I can do much better than that.”

“Yeah?” You’re desperately trying to regain your composure but as Tori’s long finger begins to slide into you your voice wavers.

“Think I’ll ruin you,” Tori says simply, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. “Think when I’m done with you no one’s fingers, tongue, strap, or cock will be good enough for you.”

You laugh, high pitched and exaltant, and look down at the woman between your legs. Her hair is mussed, her eyes wild. You barely even notice that she’s slipped a second finger inside you and buried them knuckle-deep until her stare makes you clench around her. Tori grins, wide and sharp at that as she slowly begins pistoning the digits in and out of you. The noises coming from your cunt are lewd and delightful, causing Tori to chuckle as you writhe under her touch. Suddenly, she lowers her lips back to you and when she circles and sucks your clit into her mouth, you buck against her hand taking her even deeper.

“That’s it, engel,” Tori breathes, watching you slowly come undone beneath her touch. “You’re doing so well. I think you can take three now, hmm?”

Your nod is frantic, back arched and hips grinding into her. When she slips a third long finger into your cunt, the stretch is delicious. She returns to your clit and with a smooth gesture, crooks her fingers inside of you to brush against that sweet spongy spot. Little lights dance in your vision as she ruthlessly sucks at your clit and massages that spot inside you. You can feel something coming, feel the pressure in your hips that slides off your spine and tightens your muscles. The pace at which her fingers and mouth move are unreal, determined to get you off. And get you off she does. With a high pitched, mounting moan your hips twitch violently against her mouth, your cries echoing in the small living room. You feel as if your heart and lungs are going to burst forth from your ribcage as wave after wave of warm pleasure crashes down upon you. You’re not sure how long it takes you to come back into your body by when you do, Tori is still between your legs grinning like a cat that got the canary. All of a sudden you’re aware of the sopping wet warmth that has settled in between your legs and how much of it is on Tori’s beautiful face.

“I - I did that?”

Tori laughs, high and sweet, as she licks her fingers clean one by one.

“You sure did, baby. Such a good girl, squirting for me and everything. I told you I’d do it.”

“Uh-huh,” you say, flopping back down onto the pillows. Abandoning the space in between your legs she joins you up top and regards you with a smug, yet fond, grin.

“Tori… that was…”

“Hmm?”

“Wow. I’d let you keep me as a pet if it meant I got that out of it.”

The words come out of your mouth before you realize what you’re actually saying and Tori pulls back to look at you.

“Don’t say that, søthet,” she breathes, hand ghosting over the curves of your body. “Don’t get my hopes up like that.”

“Get your hopes up like what?” you ask, eyes trained on the ceiling. “I meant it.”

It takes Tori two minutes to stand and scoop you up in her arms, heading towards the hallway that leads to the bedrooms.

“Hope you don’t have anything planned the next few days,” Tori says conversationally as she takes you down the hallway to her door, “because I have no intention of letting you leave.”

When she tosses you on her bed, a shriek of delight squeaks out of you.

Fuck, you loved girls night.

[jeannos]

reading tomtord smutt at work is like playing five night at freddy's

[olisshamecorner]

Wip lol

[xxdark-obsessionxx]

Could you write something with Tord maybe fingering the reader while forcing them to look in the mirror as he does it?

Tord’s trying to prove how good they look together and that they belong together.

Dub/noncon

Thanks for the request!!

CW: Noncon, Implied kidnapping, Tord fingers reader.

Reader is fem in this one.

This is a work of fiction and I do not condone or support scenarios like this in real life.

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You hate how good his fingers feel inside you. Shame bubbles in your stomach alongside the arousal. Logically you knew the lube was why he was able to slip a finger in so easily, but your traitorous body didn’t get the memo. All it took was two fingers curling inside you, hitting a button, and the floodgates opened. 

“Good girl,” Tord crooned. “See how good this feels?” 

You can’t help but dart your eyes away. You didn’t want to look at how wet you were in the mirror. How your slick was dripping off his hand. 

A sharp slap to your thigh makes you remember why you had to keep seeing the sight anyway. 

“Eyes up front,” Tord snaps, using his free hand to grasp your throat. It’s barely any pressure but it still has your heart racing. You don’t want to find out if he’ll actually strangle you so you stare at the mirror. 

Heat crawls up your spine as you watch his hand sink back between your spread legs. Shame, embarrassment, and arousal go round and round your brain. A vicious cycle. 

You can’t help but curl into yourself, into Tord’s hand, as his fingers curl back into that horrible spot and his thumb circles your clit. Drool drips from the ball gag but he doesn’t care. His eyes are solely focused on the mirror, between your legs. His fingers move faster, jabbing and rubbing. 

“No,” you try to protest. It sounds like a moan. Or maybe it was one. You just can’t help it. Your pussy walls flutter and pulse around Tord’s fingers. You shake your head, drool dripping onto your stomach. 

Tord chuckles. His pace doesn’t waiver. Instead, he turns his gaze from the mirror and kisses your cheek. You keep your eyes on your stomach, low enough to where it looks like you're seeing what he wants you to. 

But his free hand returns to your neck. It crawls up to your jaw, lifting your head up. He meets your eyes in the mirror. You don’t dare look away. 

“Cum for me.” 

His voice is rough and you feel his own arousal against your lower back. 

You have no choice. You buck against his hand, whining and moaning as he speeds up. Your pussy squeezes his fingers tight as white-hot pleasure floods through your stomach, down. His fingers squelched as he slowed down. 

You felt disgusting. You’re still looking at him. 

“Good girl. Oh you were such a good girl. Look how pretty your mess is.” 

Tord’s fingers slip out of you and he raises his hand to show you the mess you made on his fingers. 

“We’re perfect for each other. It’s like your little pussy was made just for me.” 

You don’t dare move an inch. It’s not like you can talk, but you don’t want to nod either. As much as you want to, disagreeing with your captor is what got you into this damn mess in the first place. You merely stare wide-eyed at his hand. 

Please be done, you think desperately. Your arms and legs ache from the bounds. Now that you don’t have a hand thoroughly distracting you, your body protests. Having your legs tied to your thighs and your arms tight behind your back was beyond unpleasant. You just wanted Tord to start your nightly routine. Bath. Brush your teeth. Pretend to watch a movie with him cuddled up next to you. And sleep. 

His hand snakes back downwards and you start to weep.

[totally-a-different-person]

Love your smuts dude!! Wanted to ask if a Detective Edward X Sheriff Thompson was possible, there isn’t enough Saloonatics smut let alone Saloonatics shippers in the world and I think you’d do it justice- Thank you!! :}

- 🎲 {Dice} Anon

this is very fun, and I absolutely agree I think saloonatics is very underrated and I love talking about it so I'm happy to provide (nsft past this point, proceed at your own risk)

"Thompson I-I can't move my arms at all like this" Edward croaked, watching as the sheriff bound both of his arms to his sides. "That's the point" the taller said as he tugged it a little tighter before tying it off, his tone was lighthearted and playful, he even almost sounded excited which was completely new to Edward coming from him. It was nice though! He thought it was sort of cute.

Thompson had wrapped it around him several times, arms completely pinned from about an inch or so above his wrists to halfway down his upper arm. Edward felt extremely vulnerable like this, like he was totally in the other man's hands for him to do what he pleased. The thought gave him a rush, similar to panic, but he didn't feel afraid oddly enough. "You said you wanted to learn didn't you? Look here," The sheriff tugged at the knot he had tied in front of Edward, getting his attention. "This's called a stopper knot. You payin' attention when I tied it?" Absolutely not. "Yes" Edward nodded.

He was far too embarrassed to admit he'd been thinking about how strange all of this was making him feel. "Good." Thompson nodded, seeming pretty happy with him. He reached up and ruffled the brunet's hair a bit, making the other blush slightly. He had Edward on his bed, sat up on his knees with his hat and vest off.

The taller came up behind Edward, still standing, and wrapped his arms around the other in an almost affectionate fashion, pressing up behind him and leaning down a little to rest his chin the the brunet's shoulder. He could nearly feel the heat coming from the other man's face, smiling softly. "Bein' real good for me" He praised simply, picking his head up again and bringing one hand higher to gently wrap it around his partner's neck, Edward balling his hands up and turning his head slightly so he could see Thompson's face.

"Not squirming or nothin" he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on Edward's cheek, smiling softly against his skin "You want your reward then? You earned it~" the detective looked slightly surprised, blushing a little more, and leaning back slightly to look at him better. "W-what, like this?" The thought of Thompson fucking him while he was so vulnerable made him feel... something. A panicky warmth in the pit of his stomach. It felt almost directly connected to the spreading warmth of his face.

"Yeah, it'll be fine, I'll be gentle" Thompson said with a sly smile and tilting his partner's head back slightly. Edward gave him a skeptical look and the sharif quickly averted his eye, doing his best to stifle a laugh. "We don't have to, if ya don't want to, I mean." He reassured, free hand rubbing Edward's hip gently while the detective thought about it, blushing a little deeper and looking away before he responded "I-I guess it's ok..."

"Certain?" Thompson asked, pressing his thumb onto Edward's jaw to have him turn his head slightly so the sheriff could look into his eyes, his gaze serious and patient. The brunet nodded, and Thompson smiled softly, leaning in a little to press against him "alright" He just wanted to make sure he wasn't agreeing to anything he didn't wanna do.

The taller leaned in a little more to press a smooch into the crook of his neck, the scratchy stubble making him laugh softly. That didn't last though, Edward was quick to fall forward when the sheriff placed a flat hand against his back and pushed him forward. The Brit yelped, landing on the bed with no hands to catch himself so he was pretty much stuck with his cheek pressed against the covers and his ass in the air presented to Thompson just perfectly.

His whole face was deep red but he couldn't cover it or get himself into a less compromising position since he was bound. The thought sent a shiver down his spine and something stirred in his stomach, the further this went on the more he was starting to see the appeal.

That only became more true when he felt the sheriff's hands on him, one on his hip and the other running up his back as the man whistled "I gotta tell you, it's a hell of a view" he teased, chuckling softly to himself as he did, bringing one hand down to squeeze his partner's ass, listening to the detective gasp and smirking wider. He didn't hesitate to start pulling Edward's khakis down, the Brit biting his tongue and trying to help but was just sort of wiggling and not actually accomplishing much. Still, it was cute, so Thompson didn't stop him.

While working together he pretty quickly learned that he detective was extremely receptive to praise, which took a little getting used to but Thompson found that he worked a lot harder to get it right if he thought the other was gonna tell him it was a good job. And slowly the sheriff found himself enjoying it too, it was sort of cute how happy he looked when the taller said he was doing well, and even more so the look he'd give Thompson while the other evaluated what he'd done, sort of anxious, sometimes he'd even bite his lip a little. Thompson liked that a lot. It didn't take long for things to escalate.

As he gently removed the detective's khakis Thompson gave a soft chuckle seeing that he was already partially hard. It was pretty clear that he was enjoying this, but Tom would go easy on his since it was new to him. This time.

His hand that had rested on Edward's ass trailed down to gently take and start stroking his dick instead, feeling the man tense up and he tried to bite back a little whine. "You want me to prep you, doll?" his eye flicked up to the other's head as he nodded quickly, and Thompson couldn't help smiling a little more "Your words, detective" he reminded gently, rolling his eye while the other huffed and squirmed, giving his cock a little squeeze to encourage a response. Though he had to admit he loved the way he felt the other twitch slightly when he did, the shorter man's breath hitching.

"Y-yes please, Thompson" He muttered sort of quietly, face burning even hotter as the other grinned "Good boy" The sheriff sounded so pleased with him it was hard to be upset, biting spreading his legs a little more in anticipation when he felt his partner move away. Thompson grabbed the bottle of lube he hadn't bothered putting away that sat on his bedside table with a few other miscellaneous things he'd left there. He used his thumb to push he lid off then turned it over so poured into his hand, getting his fingers covered before setting it aside and reaching over to grab Edward's ass again, hard enough to startle him slightly.

He watched the other closely while pressing his fingers against the Brit's entrance, gently pushing two of his finger inside and feeling the way the man tensed up. One thing Thompson did want to be more careful with was the prep since he learned that Edward didn't have almost any experience being penetrated outside of the few times the sheriff had done it. That explained why he was so snug, but Thompson didn't want him getting hurt.

Really though he seemed like he was enjoying it just fine, giving a sweet little noise and easing right into it when the fingers started moving. His gorgeous dark eyes sat half lidded and filled with an escalating need. He did appreciate being stretched out so thoroughly, not just because it felt so good. Thompson really was fantastic with his fingers though, he was really good at making Edward feel so good but not nearly enough to be satisfied until he was so desperate he could barely sit still.

He shut his eyes when he felt a third digit slowly pushing inside, squeezing his fists shut and giving a shaky noise while the other gently worked them in and out of him, stretching him out and pressing against his walls. The Brit choked when he felt the fingers just barely brush his prostate before moving away again in a smooth motion. His cock was completely hard now, twitching slightly between his legs and he squirmed, quietly whining "Thompson..." as if trying to ask him to stop teasing without having to say it.

He heard a raspy chuckle from the man behind him, blushing deeper and kitting his brows together. "Just relax, I'm gonna take care a' you" Thompson hummed, curling his fingers and listening to the way his partner gasped, flinching hard before whimpering something completely incoherent and sinking into the mattress a little more while Thompson stifled his laughter. He finished prepping Edward, occasionally teasing but never giving any proper attention to the man's sweet spot

By then Edward was just melted against the mattress, giving sweet little noises and squirming. It felt so good in such an agonizing way, only leading him to be even more desperate and impatient than he was before. "You should be alright" The taller muttered under his breath, much to his partner's delight, before rather aggressively and suddenly pulling his fingers out, causing the brit beneath him to yelp and flinch as his eyes shot back open. He bit his lip in anticipation, listening closely to the sound of a belt unbuckling behind him.

Thompson got his own cock out, having been completely hard in his jeans just waiting for some relief. He poured a little extra lube on for good measure before grabbing one of his partner's hips, using the other to press against his hole as he felt the other tense up.

"Say somethin if you need me to slow down or give you a break, mk?" He questioned, waiting for a nod before starting to push inside, giving a heavy raspy breath as he felt the wonderful warmth already squeezing around him. Edd was so snug around him and it felt fantastic, honestly Thompson wasn't sure how to deal with it but he didn't think he'd ever be able to give up fucking the cute little detective, he was just too perfect.

"Ha-ah~" Edward moaned shakily as it was pushed inside of him like that, previously limp hands balling up into fists and closing his eyes as it pushed deeper and deeper. He didn't realize that he was holding his breath until he let it out in a heavy pant when the sheriff finally stopped. He was so full and he could feel how hard it was inside of him, hazy eyes barely peaking open. Thompson had told him that he'd probably get used to it but he really had a hard time imagining this would ever feel normal, he didn't even think it was all the way in yet and his dick was already starting to leak precum between his legs.

"Nhm-!~" He winced when Tom pulled back again, bracing himself for the thrust and unknowingly squeezing delightfully around the head of the sheriff's cock. "Deep breaths, beautiful" Thompson encouraged gently before snapping his hips forward and relishing in the loud broken whine he received, slightly muffled when the boy buried his face into the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut. He tried to do as Thompson said, taking deep, shuddering breaths while the other did it again, setting a slowly intensifying pace as he continued.

The Shariff seemed so happy to milk each and every sweet little sound he could from his partner, huffing softly and chuckling a bit when the other keened as he rolled his hips. Everything about Edward felt like it was begging for Tom to take him, his plush ass, adorable little voice, even just the way he looked at the other. The way his hips fit into Thompson's hands so perfectly even now, gripping them tighter and thrusting harder which only caused the brit to cry out louder. It was all just too good not to be taken advantage of.

It didn't take too long for the shorter to adjust to the pace, however rough it may be, sinking down against the bed slightly and drooling into the pillow, his eyes hazy and unfocused while he gaze a near constant string of moans and little broken words as he just took it. Though he just about screamed when Thompson found his prostate just perfectly, the unexpected noise admittedly startling the sheriff a little. He momentarily paused, smirking and leaning in a little closer before he started to move again, the begining of an orgasm starting to build in his lower stomach.

He aimed for the little bundle of nerves with every unbearably deep thrust, drinking in every broken cry and gasp, tears of pleasure staring to fall down Edward's cheeks, legs shaking sightly. "Oh- Fuck T-thompson~" the brunet mindlessly muttered under his breath, shivering when he heard the man above him chuckle like that. Something about Thompson's voice always got to him. "You gonna cum for me, baby doll?~?" The American purred, leaning in a little closer and tugging Edward's hips back to meet his own in harsh thrust.

The moment he could Edd was frantically nodding, whining softly while his dick twitched between his legs, desperate for attention as he got closer and closer to his finish. Thompson wanted him to cum un-touched though, he loved that so much. Really he was a little surprised the first time the brit came on his cock just from being fucked, and he just couldn't get enough of it since, just another thing that made his body absolutely perfect or pounding. Of course if he begged for it Thompson almost always ended up rubbing him through an orgasm, he was too cute when he asked to say no, but the sheriff liked making him squirt just from his ass whenever he could get away with it.

It didn't take long for Edward to cum, white ropes of the sticky liquid spilling onto the bed beneath him as he cried out, burying his face in the pillow to muffle the sounds of ecstasy as best he could, though it wasn't extremely effective. He twitched and shook in the aftershock and bliss, struggling just slightly to keep himself propped up with his knees. Surprisingly enough he did have enough mind to mutter "k-keep going~" when he felt Thompson starting to slow down a bit. He didn't have to be told twice though, if Edward didn't mind he absolutely preferred finishing inside.

And the brit was so good at taking, really it could be considered a talent, moaning and whimpering so sweetly while his partner railed him from behind, the slight overstimulation pooling in his stomach and making him all the more sensitive as he squeezed around the sheriff. When Thompson did cum inside of him it was rather sudden, the intense warmth and fullness catching him by surprise and causing him to gasp as his eyes opened again before whining and pressing his hips back a bit to try and get it deeper.

The taller complied, still panting as he eased up in his hold on the boy's hips and leaned in closer and pushed himself all the way in a final time and stilling. There were a few beats of pleasant comfortable silence while both men recollected themselves. Thompson was the one to break it, speaking up to say "here, I'll untie ya" his tone mildly softer than usual in a way Edward found himself enjoying a lot, just mumbling "mhm" and nodding. His eyes didn't open again until he felt the other's hands reach around him and skillfully undoing the knot before carefully unwrapping him.

He pulled out before tossing the rope aside and putting his hands back on Edward, being rather gentle as he rolled the other over and had him properly lay down, now on his back. He stretched his arms out all the way on either side of him and Thompson laughed a bit, rubbing his hips and gazing down at him. "You like the ropes then?" He asked, and Edward blushed a bit, turning his gaze away before sheepishly nodding, only causing the sheriff to smile more at how cute he was. "Good"

He caught the man's attention again when he leaned down, brown eyes meeting his own before just before their lips met, Thompson shutting his eye and kissing his partner deeply. He felt Edward's hands come up to hold onto his shoulders, giving them a little squeeze as he kissed back. It was slow, and a little sleepy, not lasting too long before they separated again, but the detective didn't let him get far, gently wrapping his arms around the other's neck before leaning in to kiss his cheek. Thompson felt his face warm up, the gesture was so simple but felt oddly affectionate, and he'd really enjoyed it, which worried him more than the kiss itself.

"I'm tired" Edward muttered, chuckling softly and laying back against the bed with a content smile. "course you are, get some rest" Thompson instructed, starting to get up. Edd stopped him though, going a bit pink in the face "I-I will but... don't go?" He requested softly, and Thompson just stared at him. That was a bad idea, he shouldn't, it was dangerous and they were getting too close. But it's not like he planned to stop doing stuff like this, and if that's what was going to happen it was gonna happen regardless. Also... the bed was soft and warm, much like Edward, and he was tired too. "Alright fine, just for a while" He smiled a little as he agreed.