#sw tord

[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.”

[totally-a-different-person]

Hello ! Hope you’re doing well :]

can I request,

Future Edd getting fucked by Red leader?

(More details if it’s okay) it happens when Edd was caught spying on Red leader and when he is dragged to Red’s office by some of his Soldiers, Red decides to give him a punishment by fucking him and then makes him his personal assistant In the end.

More details are always ok, and usually appreciated! I feel like it makes things easier on me lmao because I can write an interesting story instead of just straight porn but without the brainstorming ideas bit. Also if you want something specific I love knowing so I can try to make it good (dub-con nsft past this point, proceed at your own risk)

Edd was, frankly, beyond annoyed. He was bruised, and tired, and still hadn't caught his breath from fighting all the way here for nothing, and Tord wasn't even here. It's not that he wanted to see that asshole ("Red Leader" really how much more pretentious can you possibly be??) but if he had no choice to the point that he was quite literally dragged here by Tord's idiotic lackeys the least he could do was show up.

Things.... hadn't gone according to plan. He didn't want to have to see Tord at all, or anybody for that matter, but he'd heard that Red Leader had finished work on a time machine and he- well he had to try. In truth, he didn't really have a completely flushed out plan or anything, it was sort of just 'go back in time, fix everything' He figured he'd probably kill Tord before things got out of hand, or maybe himself. The way things looked, as long as both of them were still walking things were gonna turn out like this one way or another. He feels like it's happened time and time again. Something happens, they end up separating (willingly or not), but their paths come back together, much like now. So he decided to try for something more drastic and surprise surprise it just facilitated the same stupid bullshit so he has to see Tord again.

Speaking of which, the door finally opened, and in he came, healed boots clacking against the hardwood floor in the office. Edd didn't feel the need to look over at him while he came in. "Hello, Edward" Finally the brit lifted his eyes to meet Tord's face. It was completely different and so painfully familiar. He looked different sure, but his smile... Edd didn't like that. That warmth of nostalgia that bloomed in his stomach. It felt awful knowing it was the same smile he saw anytime he made Tord laugh or agreed to some terrible idea. He actually processed the smile before the terrible scar what looked splattered over his face.

It was better healed than last time Edd saw it, looked less uncomfortable now. It looked more like it had been shredded than burned, but Edd had never seen a regular scar in that shape or size so he assumed there had to be some burning. He just assumed Tord had gotten it from 'The Incident' mostly just because it had looked really really bad. Honestly for a long time Edd had assumed it killed him (don't even get him started on how conflicted and overwhelmed that made him feel just to realize it wasn't fucking true).

"Hello, Optimus Prime." Edd greeted in return, tone completely flat and humorless as he sat slumped forward in exhaustion. It wasn't what he said that was funny though, just how annoyed he knew Tord would be. The man was always one for the dramatics, and this was his big moment, his big reveal, their reuniting for likely the final time. Edd couldn't resist trying to wreck it for him.

And it seemed like it worked out swimmingly, the norsk had a very specific calm, confident, unfazed expression before that. Now his brow was furrowed and he was squinting with a little frown. Edd tried hard to suppress a smile as he watched. "Optimus Prime...?" Ok that was it, he had to be smiling now, he barely got the words out without laughing "Y-Yeah, you know, because of he uh, because of the arm-" he grinned "I get the joke." But he didn't seem to think it was nearly as funny.

Honestly it hardly made sense in the first place though Optimus Prime was a transformer, why didn't Edd try to make some kind of cyborg joke? Optimus Prime??? Tord scoffed. Again, though, all of this was so familiar in a way that really irked Edd. He didn't want to keep doing this. Not anymore, not after everything, not this time. He refused to fall for Tord and their jokes and the comfort and nostalgia he felt just from being around somebody who had been a source of comfort for most of his life...

Last time he let it all get to him, trick him into thinking maybe things could go back, it got Tom abducted. The time before that it got his house blown up. What he had honestly intended to be an insult ended up feeling more like one of the playful jabs they used to throw back and forth before. The norsk shook his head and shut his eyes for a moment "look, Edd, we can't keep doing this. I mean, you must agree with me at this point, yes?"

Edd was actually a little surprised by that. Why was Tord bringing this up? How did he know that's what Edd had been hoping for? Really, what else could it have been? It was obvious, but Edd didn't know that. Tord was really banking on him being desperate enough for some kind of normalcy, because he could offer that, kill two birds with one stone.

Sure he needed Edward out of his hair in a militarized sense, he was a lot stronger than he looked especially after the incident with the nuclear satellite. Though, and you would be hard pressed to get Tord to admit this in an earnest fashion, rekindling an old romance would benefit him personally as well. Anyone gets lonely, even Red Leader and as time went on he found himself missing Edd more and more. Plenty of his soldiers would have immediately taken the chance for any sort of personal relationship with him let alone something so intimate but he hated that thought, frankly he hardly treated them like people in the first place. No one got him like Edd.

Edd very hesitantly nodded, giving Tord a suspicious look as he did. He didn't know where this was going, but he didn't like it. Was Tord going to kill him or something? That would seriously suck ass. He wasn't afraid of dying per say, but the thought of Tord killing him, of losing like that, was extremely unpleasant. "See I knew you'd understand!" Tord smiled a little, that didn't help at all to ease Edd's nerves though. "You see, though, in order to stay here and work alongside me-" "What??-" "that kind of behavior is beyond unacceptable. Stealing, hurting guards and yourself, making a massive scene, all of it. I can't allow things to run that way Edward, my army is a perfect, and well oiled machine that must run smoothly" god Edd just knew he was gonna say some dumb shit about robots.

He was much more caught up in the fact that he was apparently working for Tord?? He absolutely hadn't discussed that. Really he didn't even know how he felt about it, he didn't know what to say. Tord had hurt him so deeply in ways that were so hard to explain. It felt like having something that saved you, kept you safe, made you feel wanted and like you always had a spot you'd belong, and helped you through scary things over and over until you could do it pulled out from under you so hard that you fall backwards and crack your skull on the tile.

But he couldn't believe that all of that was a lie or something either, it just wasn't possible. Tord wouldn't have been friends with him since middle school as the awkward quiet kid who could barely speak English with the intention for things to end up where they were now. They'd been through so much, gotten over fights, gotten in trouble together, made friends, saved each other, learned together, gone to prom together 'as a joke' then left early because it sucked and had their first kiss in Tord's car. That's what hurt most about it though wasn't it? That Tord took what they had and ruined it. Maybe it never meant as much to him as it did to Edd.

"to ensure that you can behave yourself, a punishment is in order. Surely you understand why I must do this, it's for your own good. You need to learn that this kind of thing isn't ok." He explained it like it was simple, and now Edd looked confused. "What- a punishment? What are you going to do?" He tried his best not to sound nervous, but Tord just smiled more which didn't do anything to ease the boy's nerves.

"Well, it's not how I'd punish another soldier, but I think it would be best to approach this in a way you're used to me putting you in your place." Edd started to blush as he realized what Tord was talking about, blinking in shock. "Tord- you can't be serious" that got a bit of a chuckle from the norsk. The man before him was bitter, angry, and hurt. That was his fault, sure, but it was ok; he had a sneaking suspicion it wouldn't be too hard to bring back his sweeter, softer personality traits with just a little familiar treatment.

"Of course I'm serious, Edward. I expect you to be good, and if you can't do that you'll have to endure further punishment." "Tord-" he couldn't possibly expect Edd to be ok with just picking back up where things had been when they were dating and wanting to do a scene with him right now. That was insane. Tord silenced him though by grabbing his face with the human hand, thumb pressed firmly into one cheek with his fingers pressed into the other as he forced Edd to look up at him.

"that's gonna be a problem, too. I'll let it slide since you didn't know any better, but you're lucky I'm so nice. Don't call me Tord. Call me Red Leader, Sir works too if you'd prefer" he hummed, and Edd was honestly speechless. Clearly things were at least a little different, that was new. Edd scoffed and pulled his face away, turning it to the side. He winced when Tord instead weaved his fingers into the Brit's dark locks and yanked back head back so he was looking up at the man again. He wasn't smiling now though, and looked mildly irritated.

"Edward?" He raised an eyebrow, and unwillingly, Edd felt an all too familiar pit in his stomach when he got that look. That wasn't what he wanted, he wanted to be good, and for Tord to be happy with him and tell him how well he was listening. But he didn't want to want that. The Norwegian accent was stronger again, like it was when they were younger, probably because he spoke a lot more Norwegian these days than he ever did at home.

The way Edd stared up at him must have been more telling than he wanted, because the leader's expression softened slightly and he smiled again, just a little "I know you can be good for me, you probably just need a bit of practice. It has been a while" he let go of the man's hair but ruffled it before completely taking his hand away. Edd was glaring at him now, but his face was a much brighter red to Tord's satisfaction.

In a split second he leaned down and captured the Brit's lips in a sweet but ultimately invasive and possessive kiss, Edd leaning back in his chair again as Told pushed him. The rebel didn't kiss back, but what Tord focused on was the fact that he didn't pull away when given multiple opportunities to do so. He didn't try to bite Tord's tongue or anything, and even rewarded the norsk with a rather sweet noise as he was pinned back against the chair.

When the kiss broke, he seemed much less angry, panting softly and not looking Tord in the eyes. His face was burning like the sun. That was much better. Now Tord just had to really nail it in, pun unintended. "Will you behave if I untie you?" Edd's dark eyes found him once again, now with no malice or anger. He just huffed and nodded, and Tord couldn't have been happier. Usually he might have pushed for a verbal response, but he did say this would take some practice and getting used to.

He got a switch blade out from his coat pocket and kneeled down to cut Edd's arms free, the man giving a soft sigh of relief as he let them fall forward then stretched them out a bit. It was very cute, and Tord found himself smiling as he freed the man's legs as well.

"Come" he stated simply as he stood up again. He grabbed the Brit's hoodie strings and tugged him along then trapped him between the desk and himself. Edd's head was spinning, but he barely had time to think about any of it, far too preoccupied with the fact that Tord was kissing him again. It gave him a rush that he hadn't felt in ages and it was really jarring.

He kissed back that time, because what else could he do? He was so wrapped up in the man, the way he smelled and the way his lips felt. He still kissed the same too, like he was hungry, and needed Edd to be as close to him as possible. The shorter gasped between their lips when the back up his upper thigh was grabbed, leaning into the man further as it ran up his hip and pulled him closer.

He felt Tord's hard on pressing against him and brought one hand up to hold onto the man's shoulder, his other still gripping the edge of the desk to support and ground himself. The norsk couldn't have been more pleased to find a growing tent in Edd's pants as well when he pressed into the man harder. He couldn't give into the temptation to drag this out though, sure in had been a while and it felt fantastic to have the rebel in the palm of his hand again, but he'd promised a punishment and needed to deliver.

Both of them took a couple of heavier breaths when they did separate, a bridge of saliva briefly connecting their lips. Edd wasn't leaning away from the leader anymore, in fact now allowing the man to support him as he collected himself, bashfully hiding his face in Tord's shoulder while his back was rubbed. They stayed like that for only a few moments before Tord stepped away and smoothed his coat down, Edd having stayed put against the desk. "Bend over the desk"

It was a relatively simple command and still Edd seemed to hesitate slightly. He paused but Todd just watched him expectantly, leaning over and opening his desk drawer to get a bottle of lubricant. It took him a moment but Edd listened, just like Tord knew he would. The man grinned and rubbed his back with one hand while the other set the lube on the desktop, now much more accessible.

"Awe, see? Good boy" he praised enthusiastically, Edd's head dipping just a bit as he blushed deeper. He couldn't deny it felt good. "I knew you could listen, my Eddie. This was just a fluke, a slip up. It happens to the best of us, I just need to make sure you learn your lesson" He muttered, as if talking to himself but more than loud enough for Edd to hear, and slipped the shorter man's pants down along with his boxers.

There were so many thoughts running through Edd's head he couldn't even hope to focus on any single one at the moment. Plenty screaming at him that this was a terrible idea, that Tord was the bad guy, and that submitting to him like this was idiotic. Even more insisting in contradiction that this was the same guy that fought Eduardo before having ever talked to the guy because he knew he was a dick to Edd sometimes. All of them were muffled though by a blanket of familiar fog that just consisted of nervous excitement and arousal. That fog only got thicker the more Tord coed at him like that and the more commands he followed.

"stay still..." Tord muttered softly as he gently dipped his hands into his partner's pants, carefully tugging them down and having the brunet spread his legs some. He could only assume Edd would need to be prepped after so long. He certainly hoped so at least, in all honesty he completely refused to even acknowledge the notion that Edd could have seen anyone else during their time apart. No no, it would have just upset him. Edd was his, clearly he still was, look how well he listened.

He popped the cap off of the lube and poured some onto his fingers then pressed the tips of two of them against his sub's entrance before slowly pushing them inside and letting them sink deeper. The Brit was extremely tight and warm, Tord could feel the way he tensed up slightly. "You alright?" The norsk asked softly, and Edd nodded, face deep red and hung low with his fists clenched. "Yeah... B-been a minute" he muttered, and the leader just smiled, pushing them deeper before starting to work then in and out.

He worked slow, pressing his fingers into the boys walls and curling them just a bit to stretch him out good. He was adoring listening to the way the man before him reacted, it had been far too long since he'd gotten to see his little brit gasp and flinch. He seemed to tense again when a third finger pushed inside of him only to fall apart totally when Tord rubbed them right into his sweet spot. He gave a lovely little moan, voice high pitched and shuddering. Tord couldn't help himself from laughing at that, grinning softly and slipping them out "you should be alright..." That just meant he wasn't going to wait any longer than he already had.

Edd clenched his fists when he heard Tord unbuckling his belt, letting his head hang slightly and trying as hard as he could to ignore the nauseatingly familiar rush of excitement. That didn't seem like an option though, especially not when he noticed the bead of precum that rolled down his stuff member simply because he knew what this meant. Knowing Tord though, the brit probably wouldn't get his cock touched at all tonight since it was still a punishment. Maybe he felt like being nice since it had been so long? After all Edd kind of doubted he could still actually reach orgasm just from getting fucked and he'd be a little sad if Tord didn't let him cum at all. He was too far under to be angry with himself for that line of thought, which is likely for the best.

He bit his lip when he felt the lubed up cock press against his entrance, blushing sheepishly and slumping his shoulders a bit. Tord just chuckled, bringing a hand up to hold Edd's waist gently "Deep breaths" he instructed gently before finally pushing inside. It was just as tight as he hopped, squeezing the other tight and biting his lip to muffle a hearty groan as he sank further, letting it get deeper and deeper as Edd struggled to take it all, giving heavy breaths and little sounds every time Tord pushed it farther.

It was an, admittedly, mildly amusing blend of grunts and higher pitched whines. Tord would give him a minute, stopping once he was almost totally inside and gently rubbing his hands up and down the sides of the man before him. "You're taking it very very well Edd, I'm impressed" he praised softly, smiling at the way he felt the other squeeze around him as he did.

He slowly pulled out before snapping his hips forward, a relatively shallow thrust to see where Edd stood so far. To his delight, the leader was rewarded with a lovely involuntary moan from the brit, voice broken and adorable. He watched his lover's ears flush, head hanging low in a bashful gesture as he squeezed the desk tighter in his hands.

The second time he got to brace himself since he knew it was coming but that barely mattered, his legs were shaking and he couldn't help himself from spilling embarrassing sounds every time it pushed in. Tord was quickly getting harder and faster and deeper though and Edd's inhibitions were deteriorating at an alarming rate. It felt too good for him to care, swearing and moaning between his heavy breaths, just melting against the desk at this point.

It was startling how familiar it felt and how unused to it he was at this point. "gud... du ser så søt ut som dette, mye bedre" he heard Tord grunt as the man got a bit harder, leaning in some and digging his fingers into Edd's sides. His voice was raspy and low in a way that made the brunet's stomach turn, erupting with butterflies. He didn't even know what Tord said, it sounded like he was talking to himself anyway, but couldn't help swooning all the same.

He whined softly and bit his lip a little, trying to push back a bit and get it deeper before crying out in ecstasy as it pounded into his prostate, flinching and shaking while his partner's rock hard cock pressed against the lump of nerves. Tord held him still and kept it there a moment too, watching as Edd drooled and writhed but didn't even consider back talking him. Just so much better.

He started thrusting again, making sure to get deep enough to press into that spot nice and hard every time. He was starting to get close, the familiar warm tight feeling beginning to build in his stomach. He was really enjoying watching Edd finally totally fall apart though, panting as he held the man against the desk. "F-Fuck Tord I- Oh god~" He moaned before shutting his eyes tight and letting a couple stay tears fall.

He'd been wrong about not being able to finish untouched and was quickly coming to that realization. Precum spilled from the tip of his cock, and even without that it was obvious with all the noise he was making. Tord's office was totally sound proofed, so that wasn't a concern but either way he honestly probably wouldn't have cared much, he was much more concerned with getting to hear Edd than he was about any of his soldiers noticing.

"Awe, do you want to cum min kjære?" Tord coed sweetly, leaning in some and squeezing Edd's hip. "Y-yes" the brit croaked, having taken a few moments to force the word out since Tord didn't pause the hammering into his prostate. He didn't seem content with that answer anyway, clicking his tongue "Yes...?" At first Edd didn't get it, he was struggling to think at all like this but it clicked, more so out of desperation than anything. "Yes sir" he answered quickly, voice shaking slightly.

"Good" The leader praised with a smile, rewarding Edd with an especially hard thrust causing him to cry out. "You can, soon, but I can't let you until I know that you've learned your lesson." He said it like he was sorry, Edd just whining. He was so close already, and he didn't want to without permission but soon he wouldn't have a choice.

"So, go ahead and tell me that you won't be doing anything like that again" Tord commanded, but it wasn't in the voice he gave commands to his soldiers, here he spoke smoothly and calmly, but didn't pause the movement of his hips. As a result Edd could barely summon a coherent thought to begin with, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as he panted softly. "I... I-I won't" He promised, voice cracking slightly as he did. "Good...." Tord mumbled, giving Edd's hip affectionate squeeze. "You'll be a good little assistant for me, won't you?" The norsk very gently and carefully coaxed the answer from his object off affection, watching as the brunet nodded first, then answered "Y-Yes, I will"

he was clearly not thinking straight, and was just desperate to be allowed to cum. More drops of precum spilled from his flushed tip. It was enough of an agreement for Tord though who smiled sweetly and started going even harder, listening to Edd scream. "Th-that's right, my good boy, I know you will~" He huffed, Edd whimpering and trying to press back against him. "Go ahead and cum for me min vakre ting" the taller whispered, leaning in closer and pinning Edd against the desk further as he did.

Once he had the ok it was only a matter of moment's before Edd was twitching and crying out as he spilled his seed onto the floor just from getting fucked. He panted heavily and totally melted against the desk, panting heavily and giving sweet little whines while he was fucked. He could feel Tord's demeanor shift once his climax had ended, no longer teasing him the way he had been. He also got faster and wasn't thrusting as deep, using Edd as a glorified fleshlight as he dug his fingers into the man, biting his own lip hard to stifle any sounds he deemed too loud.

As embarrassing as it was Edd found himself enjoying the harsh treatment too, but it was a lot harder to keep up with, holding into the desk tight and making pretty much constant softer noises, then gasping louder again when Tord suddenly shoved it in deep and came, groaning and squeezing Edd as he filled the other man, both of them panting soft in silence for a few moments.

"Good, then..." Tord finally mumbled, still gently rubbing and trailing his hand over Edd's skin, leaning in and sort of snuggling into him "I'm so glad we worked this out" The norsk smiled, and Edd was still too out of it to really process what it was he'd agreed to, so he sleepily nodded and leaned back against Tord affectionately.

[ew-headyhearts]

i am so sorry for asking this but can we pls get some more nsfw headcanons?&2&1&/ AHHH SORRY

Okay, let me preface this by saying this, I wrote these head canons while extremely high and I've been sitting on these bad boys for a while now. Forgive me if they're a little incoherent but I figured this was the best ask to share them with. Please mind the tags. If you're uncomfortable with anything skip this one.

TW: N$FW Topics, Tord being fucking nasty, everyone just being nasty, sex toys, edging, just the tip, biting, praise, strap-ons, messy sex, questionable use of pillows, stealing clothes, using said clothes in questionable ways, VERY questionable fantasies, "onii-chan", again Tord's fucking nasty, Who needs that many dildos ever?, NO BETA READ (future Squid stopped by and made everything more coherent. You're welcome), EVEN THE TAGS AREN'T SAFE, Squid's a mess right now, Don't do drugs, unless it's legal for you like me

Edd

Chronic pillow humper. He has cum on the sheets multiple times. Don't worry, he cleans it all up very well. He just tosses that shit in the wash and passes right out afterward.

A huge fan of clothes on sex. Let that man dry hump you until he's busting in his khakis.

Service top. Much prefers giving. The guy gives great head and he knows it.

Praise kink, praise kink, praise kink. Did I mention the praise kink? Whether he's giving or receiving it, it doesn't matter. You're both getting called pretty no matter who's getting pounded into.

He talks so much during sex. It's either he's talking about how good you are or he's describing in massive detail every little thing hes doing to your body. It doesn't even get better when he's going down on you.

A massive tease. He can spend hours just fucking you with the tip. It makes it so much more enjoyable for him.

Loves edging so much, like one of his favorite things is edging you both together and see who gets so desperate that they are practically drooling and barely able to form a thought.

Did I mention guided masturbation? He loves seeing his partner get off while he whispers right in their ear how to do it. And trust me, he pays extra close attention he knows nearly all of your sweet spots and he's going to abuse that information.

Matt

Likes to use a vibrator against his cock.

He is a total voyeur and definitely makes a show out of you watching him tease himself.

Also produces a lot of precum it WILL get everywhere.

Much prefers bottoming. Stuff his holes, yes please.

His absolute favorite is to ride you/your strap and look up into a mirror on the ceiling (becausd of course he has one). Then he can look at both of your pretty faces.

He's a total biter, the vampire episode just awakened it in him.

Pin him to the wall; it doesn't matter if you're way shorter than him. He will quite literally drop to his knees in front of you if you do so.

The few times he does top he's still so submissive. Seeks out praise so much.

The ONLY way to get him to take a dominant role is to bruise his ego, which takes quite a bit of effort.

Tom

Has one of those clear pocket pussies. No idea how else to describe it. It's clear and you can see his weenie through it.

He likes to masturbate in the shower. He says it makes clean-up quicker, but in reality, it's just because the water usually drowns out his moans.

Also a fan of fantasy toys, though he's mostly interested in having those absurd dildos. Too big for any sane person to use bc he's a size king and he loves the stretch. Has more than enough dildos that it's considered illegal in Texas.

Tom's a growler and does enjoy the occasional primal play.

Masturbates in the hoodie and would not complain if you did too.

Mutual masturbation, he is so weak for it. He'd probably use a double ended dildo just for funsies. It's a bonding experience.

Chaotic switch. Does not care who is getting stuffed. In fact, he really loves it if his partner would switch mid-sex. He's much more pliant if you do so.

He loves bondage on his partner but does not allow himself to be tied up. It's a trigger for him and that's not going to be fun for anyone.

Also, a drooler as he gets closer to cumming. It doesn't matter if he's topping or bottoming, there will be drool, and it will be messy.

Tord

Has a "just the tip" fantasy. He thinks he's improved every time, but, like- it takes 3 minutes of him just thrusting the head in before he's going absolutely rabid, wanting to fuck you deeper. He likes edging himself using his partner's hole.

Does not want to stop until either one of you is so overstimulated and fuckdrunk.

Will steal your underwear. He's fucking NASTY and uses it to jerk it. He might just wash them before returning them. Emphasis on might: he's nasty and probably gets off to the fact that he's come in your clothing multiple times.

I feel like he would have a fantasy where you call him "onni-chan"

Will buy you sex toys, but most of the time they're just tentacles. If you let him though, he'd love to make you one of his own. Don't give him that power. He'll make a secret remote to use anytime he's bored.

Will nut the second you come out in cosplay, or just dress up vaguely like one of those anime girls. It doesn't matter your gender; he goes nuts for miniskirts and thigh highs.

Secretly into being dominated. Put him in his place. Please? He wants it so bad but he won't admit it.

[nanahauhau101]

TORD AND CARTMAN‼️

(I think if they had a friendship it would be very good but it would be undone😔🤙)

[dookuswifey]

I was thinking of writing a prequel's prequel where the reader is Queen of Naboo/ a Naboo senator with two love interest, an Alderaan senator and an upcoming senator with weird behaviour from the deceased Palpatine family...

In the ol' republic days, with Plagueis playing Michocondrial God.

Lemme know if you have any plot ideas, Headcanons, etc!!

[laryfile]

ZELF SHIPPIN GOEZ BRRR

Yeah Itz My OC From Our Friendz AU! Her Name Iz Dasha! (Her Reference Will Be 10 Yearz Later)

[obsessive-sin]

i want tord to creampie me over and over again as i beg him to slow down

i love him so much this is so appealing <3 ❣ I've been up since 3 am so here's a short drabble. happy pride month guys :)

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There are a lot of things that Tord loves about you. He loves the way your legs tremble against his waist. How your hole squeezes him in all the right ways and your pretty voice begs him to slow down. Like he'd stop now, when you've yet to even utter the safe word.

Tord pounds into you and for a moment he indulges a train of thought about stopping.

He could press himself as deep as could inside you and give you a little break. Kiss you and murmur praise and sweet nothings against your skin. Maybe even pull out to see how prettily he's stuffed you, all the nice little creampies he's been given you building up.

One look at your teary-eyed face trashes that train of thought. No, as appealing as all that is, he'd much rather keep stuffing you and making you cum on his cock.

You beg, and at this point, Tord isn't entirely sure if it's to cum or for him to slow down, but he takes one of your hands in his and makes damn sure that you'll cum with him.

[edds-sm00t-corner]

Todd or Edd with an S/O that has a breeding kink?

(Also, Hi!!! Can I be called 🎲Dice anon?)

of course!! welcome to the blog, dice anon!!

Tord & Edd’s reaction to their s/o’s breeding kink!

Major Smut ahead!! Proceed with caution!!

Pronouns: AFAB!Reader (Gender neutral)

Characters: Tord and Edd :)!

Genre: Headcanons!

Edd:

- when he first finds out he's actually a bit surprised!

- you?? breeding kink?? that seems wayyyy too kinky for his s/o!

- but he loves to indulge you and your breeding kink!

- even though he doesn't try to get you pregnant, he's still going to run his mouth about knocking you up while you two decide to fuck.

“Godd... y/n~” Edd moaned into your neck, his hips forcing his cock deeper and deeper into your quivering pussy. “You want me to fuck a baby into you~? Leaving you so full of my cum that we'll end up with triplets~?” you vigorously nodded your head as he sped up. “I can't wait to make you my cum-dump, darling~”

- if you do end up getting pregnant, then he'll be over the fucking moon.

- he’ll be so excited to raise a child side by side with you!!

Tord:

- this kinky mf-

- he makes a huge deal over the fact that you wanna get pregnant with his kids.

- “wow, you really are my slut!”

- he'll tease you endlessly about your kink, even though admittedly he has the same fucking kink.

- but when it comes to fucking, he'll be louder then usual, getting off at the thought of you two having children.

Quiet was never a word you'd use to describe Tord. In fact, in this moment he was the opposite. He was moaning like crazy, pounding into so fast and so hard that you couldn't even speak. “Y/n~!” he moaned out, sinking lower so he can hit deeper within you. “I wanna fuck a baby into you~! I wanna drive my cock so deep that we have children~!” he then looked toward you and smiled, “you'd want that too, right~? Tell me you want my seed~! Tell me you want me to fill you up to the brim so that you'll look pregnant with my fucking kids~! Gah- faen~!”

- when you do get pregnant, he's somehow surprised you told him

- he'd honestly think he's a shit father

- but he's excited!

- aaaand a bit aroused. You might have to let him eat you out or something because he'll wanna go down on you soooo badly.

[paulseyebrows]

Back on my bullshit again

[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.

[totally-a-different-person]

idk if you're taking requests rn, but if you are, might I ask for some edd/tord where they both get off to frotting with each other? pls and thanks u.u

Requests are always open! this is so cute, I love it a lot honestly they're so cute and special<333 (nsft past this point, proceed at your own risk)

The kiss was very sweet despite the intensity and heated nature. Both men were smiling against the other's lips, Edd occasionally laughing and snickering softly into it but making well sure he never got too far. He felt Tord's hand move from his cheek to into his hair as the kiss got deeper, their tongues pressing together as he gave a very soft breathy noise into it.

The norsk took his hand back and grabbed Edd's legs, then put them around his wait so he could easily push Edd back on the couch, now over him as the artist held him tighter. They both took a breath as the kiss broke but Tord moved to start kissing Edd's neck right away, starting to grind against him as he laughed softly "W-wait wait Tord, we should go to my room" He said quickly, leaning back a bit as it was becoming clear that his boyfriend wanted to do more than just make out.

Wanting to snuggle and kiss was his usual reaction when the movie they rented wasn't nearly as good as they thought it would be, but it seemed tonight he planned to go further. That in itself was fine with Edd, but he didn't love the idea of Tom or Matt coming downstairs and seeing them like that. Tord just pressed against him again though "It's alright, we'll be quick" He promised, nipping his skin and making little hickies on his neck as he rolled his hips against his lover's again, the boy just laughing more as a soft moan got caught in his throat.

"You're terrible" He snickered grinning, cheeks bright red. He could hear Tord chuckle as well, mumbling "mhm~" as hands ran up under his shirt. "God, you're so pretty Edd" He breathed, the brunettes face only getting warmer as he bit his lip. He wrapped his legs around his lover's waist to bring him closer, trying to get more friction against his own dick that was starting to stiffen in his pants. Tord was happy to provide him with this, squeezing his sides slightly and pressing into him harder. "I wanna make you feel good" He whispered into his ear letting his teeth graze the skin, making the shorter shudder slightly as he gave a little breath, holding Tord a bit tighter.

Tord was good at getting him all squirmy and needy like this, he always had been. Edd gave a quiet breathy moan and tried to push his hips forward more, but was stopped that time, the norsk holding his hips in place and confusing him slightly. He watched as his lover unbuttoned his pants and slipped them off. Tord chuckled softly, smirking a bit more when he saw how hard Edd was for him already. The brunet looked away and narrowed his eyes a bit as he blushed deeper, embarrassed. Tord didn't let him for long though, cupping his cheek with one hand and bringing his face back to kiss him again as the other hand rubbed the tent in his boxers making him moan sweetly as he kissed back, eyes shutting tight.

Tord smirked, gently biting his lover's bottom lip as he chuckled softly. He took his hands back and took off his own belt, tossing it aside and unzipping his jeans as Edd grabbed his shoulder's desperately pulling him a little bit closer. He was so desperate to keep going by now, he just wanted Tord so bad. The man kissed him deeper, electing a pleased little whimper the Brit. Edd broke the kiss and gasped softly as the nork pulled the waistline of his boxers down and took his lover's cock into his hand, smirking as he started firmly and quickly jerking him off, earning a loud, sharp moan as Edd flinched slightly.

The brit was quick to grab onto Tord's sleeve, whining and holding onto him tight as he buried his face in the man's shoulder, listening to him chuckle softly. The taller bit his own lip slightly, using his free hand to fish his own dick out off his pants and stroking himself off as well. Though after only a few moments he felt Edd's hand gently stop him, the artist blushing a bit deeper and looking down as he carefully wrapped his own hand around Tord's shaft so he could do it instead. Said man grinned, his own cheeks going a bit pink as he tilted Edd's head up to kiss him again.

The brunet's hand was so soft and warm, he wasn't moving it as quickly as Tord was moving his, still giving his sweet little whimpers and moans into the kiss. Their position shifted slightly, though his was more just them clumsily falling further backward onto the couch with Edd on his back, but neither of them willing to part from the other. The shorter squeezed his yes shut a little tighter and tried to move his hand a little faster, rubbing the head with his thumb and getting his hand wet with precum in the process.

Tord grunted, kissing him harder and squeezing his shaft just a little tighter and electing a wonderful moan from the boy. But suddenly, much to Edd's disappointment just as he had started getting close, Tord stopped, and had Edd move his hand away too as the kiss broke. He muttered "H-hang on" as he took a few breathes, followed by "Got a better idea..." A little quieter, as if to himself. He grabbed his boyfriend's legs and tugged them back around his waist since they'd fallen slightly, making him gasp. Like this his erection was already pressed against Tord's making his face flush bright red simply at the idea of such a lewd position.

The norsk bit his lip with a big smirk as he wrapped his hand around them, causing them to press together completely and for Edd to give a soft whine. He started stroking them both off like this and the brit blushed deeper, bringing his hands up to cover his face. He couldn't help imagining it though, and could feel Tord's warm hard cock against his own. Something about it felt so extremely lewd, but the thought only aroused the Brit further, already panting and drooling as he balled up his hands so they didn't even cover his eyes anymore.

He peaked down between his legs to watch when Tord started rocking his hips forward, rubbing them together and giving a short grunt. The brunet was quick to reach over and grab onto his lover again, holding tight onto the red fabric of the hoodie and swearing under his breath as he tried to buck his own hips as well. His free hand grabbed the couch and he whined, not looking Tord in the eyes. It was too embarrassing because he just knew how much Tord was enjoying the faces he made and all the little sounds he couldn't help. The Norsk always brought up how lovely Edd looked and how reactive Edd was when he wanted to watch the man blush.

Pre spilled from the brunet's tip as he drooled, his skin tingled and all he could think about was Tord and how good he was was feeling, his eyes slightly hazy before he squeezed them shut and whined, rolling his hips forward in a desperate jerky motion. His lover leaned in closer, nudging Edd's head to the side with his nose before kissing and nipping at his neck and shoulder. Edd could hear him panting and feel the way his length twitched against the Brit's own. It was so intoxicating, and he found himself fully wrapping his arm around Tord's neck, gently running the other hand into the back of his hair and rubbing his scalp in an affectionate motion.

"g...getting close" The shorter spoke between heavy breathes and moans, Tord just nodding. "go ahead elske, let me hear you" The norsk's words were shaky and had quiet pants laced into them before he nuzzled further into the crook of Edd's neck. Said Brit let his head fall back as he bucked his hips again, brain too fogged up to remember they were supposed to be quiet. So he didn't even think to keep down all the sweet whimpers and moans as he felt his peak rapidly building. When he finally came his whole body shook and he desperately clung to Tord, giving a louder, slightly higher pitched noise when he did. His seed spilled onto Tord's hand and his own sweatshirt.

Tord kept moving, clearly also close from the way his hand shook and how he kept sloppily bucking his hips forward. Edd wanted to let him finish, trying to ignore the overestimation from having cum so recently and continuing with no break. He just kept holding onto Tord, pressing the occasional kiss against the man's face when he got the chance and whining softly.

When Tord reached his climax he squeezed his eyes shut and bit into Edd's shoulder hard as he came, hand still moving in a slightly jerky motion. He gave a few heavy breaths and muffled grunts when he opened his eyes again, finally stopping and taking his hand back as he pressed a couple kisses against Edd's neck. They just shifted around until they were comfortable, not wanting to let go of their respective lover and just catching the end of the movie before passing out like that.

[ew-headyhearts]

hii!! I just came across this blog and it seems too innocent… could u do the main 4 and what they do when they’re topping Y/N?

Okay, this is not a drill, the first NSFW ask for the blog. Everything is under read more, and if you’re at all uncomfortable with sexual situations I recommend you don’t read this one. I made myself embarrassed writing this one, so I hope you enjoy it you nasties <3

TW: N$FW topics (obviously), degrading language, cussing, dirty talk, marking

Side note: I do not mention the reader's genitals, but they are the one getting penetrated. I tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible.

Edd:

He’s a very giving partner in the bedroom. All you have to do is beg him once and he’s ready to go. If you’d let him, he could spend hours between your legs. He especially loves it when his partner sits on his face but that’s a topic for another day. Edd’s a sucker for thighs and loves burying his tongue between your legs. Will use his arms to hold your thighs down on his shoulders while he goes down on you. Don’t be surprised that he won’t stop talking during sex either, he gets so giggly when you’re desperate for him. Don't mistake his playfulness though, he's still the biggest tease. You could be teetering on the brink of orgasm, and he'll pull away to taunt you. "Hmm? Does that feel good? Yeah~? Ohhh I know it does, how could I not~? You sound absolutely filthy under my tongue."

He is the biggest tease on the planet. Lord help anyone who lets him top them. His favorite thing to do is to tease you with just the tip. Edd’s biggest fantasy is fucking his partner with just the tip so that you’re both being edged. He won’t be satisfied until you’re both squirming and barely able to form a coherent thought. He could go on like that for hours if he really wanted to, but he’s really weak when it comes to his partner’s needs. He tries to continue to praise you the whole time but can’t get the words out right as he’s stuttering over his own moans as he gets closer to cumming. "Right there? Mmm~ You like it, right here?" He's also likely to just blurt out a long string of "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you" until it's completely nonsensical babbling.

Matt:

Usually, if you can get him to top, he’s more of a service top. Matt is very receptive to his partner's commands. Constantly asking “Is this good enough?” or he’s begging you to fuck his face. If he notices you’re not giving him the praise he wants, he will get way too into it. He’s also very messy when he’s giving head. I’m talking about your sex and thighs being covered in his spit when he’s done with you. Matt easily comes undone while going down on you too. He'll gladly finish himself off while squirming against the sheets. It's almost as if getting you off strokes his ego enough for him to cum with his mouth against your heat.

If you really want Matt to take a more dominant role though, you’re going to have to bruise his ego. Needless to say, that’s easier said than done. But if you start degrading him when you’re getting intimate, he’ll cave pretty easily. Loves to have his partner spread out wide in his lap, both their thighs on either side of his own. It gives him the best view as he fucks up into your hole in front of the mirror. Will hold your chin and force you to watch him as he whispers filthy words in your ear. It’s obvious Matt’s still vying for your praise though. “Look at how good you look with me stuffed inside of you~” “Come on, lovely~ Tell me how good it feels.” “Where’s that cockiness now, huh?” “No one can fuck you like I can, right angel~?”

Tom:

You know what they say about bassists? Yeah, Tom is a God with his hands. He’ll spend however long you want him to worship your body with his rough hands. He’s very fluid with his movements and knows just how firmly to press into your more sensitive areas. If you’d rather he lavish you with his tongue, he’s happy to provide. Remember how I mentioned he got his tongue split? Yeah, I’ll just leave you with that image.

He’s a biter. Most of the time he’ll leave the hoodie on during sex, so that way he has something to bite down on during sex. He does enjoy marking his partner, but he knows he can get carried away. That asshole will leave bite marks in not subtle places if you let him, and he will look so smug about it. Tom’s also a drooler. It does not matter who is topping, Tom will start drooling the closer he gets to cumming. Just imagine it, Tom fucking you into the mattress with his hoodie bunched up between his teeth to hide the absolutely filthy moans and growls spilling from his lips. He also gets really possessive when he's topping. If he's not biting down on you or something else, he'll growl out his words through gritted teeth. "ohhhh fuck- yeah you take me so good~" "Shit-! You keep on acting like that baby and I might just have to make sure everyone knows who you belong to." "That's right baby, let it out~ Taking this cock so well, fuuuuck yeah~"

Tord:

He is mean in the bedroom, both towards his partner and slightly to himself. Loves overstimulation. He likes to keep track of how many times he makes you cum and will try to top it every session. He doesn’t want to stop until you’re trembling and begging him to stop. Safe words are especially important with this guy. Tord really loves it if you’re the type to cry from overstimulation. He's also got a filthy mouth on him! His praise can border on degrading. “Calling it quits already darling~? How pathetic. I know you can do better than that.” “I’m hearing a lot of ‘please’s and not one time have you used the safe word. Don’t tell me you’re to cock drunk to remember it~”

He is likely to keep going even after he has had his fill. Loves to see his own cum frothing around his cock from his brutal pace. Towards the beginning of sex, Tord is usually so adept with his movements. The longer he goes on he will slowly lose himself to the feeling. Growls and groans descending into whimpers and whines as he grinds his overstimulated cock into your hole. I am so sorry, but this guy definitely does the ahegao face each time he climaxes, and it gets progressively more intense each time. By his fourth orgasm, he cannot even form a coherent string of words, eyes crossed and red-faced.

[npdflowey]

tomtord in a nutshell

[ratscooge23]

My friend told me to draw Edd or tom spanking tord

Here ya go buddy

I think this is my best work yet, you can really tell that my anotomy improved, such emotion and personality into this drawing words can not describe how much this drawing could change the fucking world.

I'm ratscrooge23, thank you for coming to my TED talk

[fucked-up-bitch]

Top, Verse, Or Bottom?

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Dom, Switch, or Sub?

If anyone is interested I could be more specific in a different post

Edd - Switch verse

Matt - Submissive bottom

Tom - Dominant verse

Tord - Switch verse

Eduardo - Dominant verse

Mark - Switch Verse

Jon - Submissive bottom

Todd - Switch top (finally a fucking top)

Paul - Submissive top

Yuu - Submissive verse

Pat - Dominant verse

Yanov - Dominant top

Woah wtf I only have 3 tops in here

[big-anime-totties]

I love ahegao Red Leader