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2025-01-01
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2025-01-01
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Eddsworld - They All Fuck !?

Summary:

essentially a oneshots request book where ppl can request anything within my boundaries !! comment on the work for what you would like to see !!!

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

my rules

won't;

- illegal stuff (noncon, underage, necro, etc.)
- gross kinks/fetishes (scat, water sports, egg laying, etc.)
- eddsworld x ellsworld
- any character not listed in the works' character list

will;

- anything else

 

 

 

update ; sorry for inactivity i literally keep forgetting ao3 exists and i moved out of an abusive household so i'm getting therapy and stuff uhm. hi i will write stuff i promise

Chapter 2: An Incubus' Charm - NSFW

Summary:

sub top tom x dom bottom tord requested by . heh. "sigmaboy guest";

'Hii!
Can I request SubTop! Tom and DomBott! Tord where Tord is an incubus who comes to feed on Tom who is reluctant at first but agrees anyway ?

Thank you!! ^^'

enjoy!!!!

Notes:

THIS IS STILL A WIP CHAPTER - WILL FINISH WHEN I CAN

Chapter Text

Tom glared at Tord, the Norwegian's sly smile and lust-filled eyes poking at the brit's nerves. He'd never seen Tord so.. Strange. Sure, he'd seen Tord half naked just to tease his roommates-turned-friends, but he'd never been the target of such attention.

"Hold on," Tom grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "What you're saying is that you want to fuck me?"

"Awwe, is the pretty boy smart, too?" Tord hummed, tilting his head and running his hand up Tom's thigh.

Thomas felt his breath hitch slightly, the touch so close to a place that had been needing desperate attention for ages. Hell, Tom couldn't even remember the last time he let himself jack off - Let alone actually have sex.

"Piss off, Tord. I'm not letting you feed from my energy." Tom spat out, tugging his blue hoodie down to mask the growing bulge down below. He didn't think to pry Tord's hands off his stomach, slipping under his clothes and trying to push his shirt up. "I don't gamble with demons, especially not ones like you."

Thomas' weak insults only brought a wider smile to Tord's lips, his face leaning closer as he adjusted himself. He moved to sit over the alcoholic's lap, hovering as he kissed at his neck. Damnit.

"Oh, come on, Thomas. I've seen how you stare - It's obvious, even without those eyes of yours giving it away." Tord taunted, gently tugging at the hem of his sweats. "Just this once? I promise I won't ask again."

Thomas huffed, turning his head to the side to avoid looking at the man he had sworn to be his enemy. "Fine, just make it quick. Don't feed my life away, either."

A few stolen kisses and adjustment of clothes later, Tord had eventually gotten Tom's clothes out of the way. They still remained on the man, only having been moved to expose his slight chub and twitching length. He, himself, only removed his boxers so that he wouldn't have any trouble slipping Tom within. Thomas laid there, eyes fixed between the Norsk's legs - He hadn't realized Tord had a cunt. Not that he was complaining, he just wasn't sure what to do.

"Oh, look - Someone surely likes what he sees, hmm?" The man in red purred, kneeling himself over Thomas' tip as he rubbed it.

"Fuck- Just.." Tom paused, closing his eyes as he let out a soft groan. "Damnit, Tord, just.. Sit down already.."

Thomas wouldn't have been able to prepare himself for the response Tord gave, rationality seemingly been torn away from the Norwegian as he bit down on the drunkard's shoulder. Tom let out a rough cry, grabbing at the couch as he felt the man above sink down onto his entirety.

"Fuck, Tom.." Tord whined, letting himself adjust to the large stretch. "Feels.. Good, huh?"

Thomas throbbed and ached within Tord, the warmth and tight embrace practically enough on it's own to make him cum. He could feel his face flush, the wetness nagging him to try and get more. He grabbed at Tord's thighs, only to receive both hands being pinned up above his head. Confusion and frustration flashed across his face, mixing itself into the grunts and huffs he made as Tord began rocking his hips.