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belovedmoss · 2 years

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I missed you more that I miss Susan~tom x FEM reader

{GUYS I JUST GOT HOME AND AFTER I MASTERB- nah just kidding but seriously after I got home from vacation I thought of a story where the reader got home after vacation and tom fucked the reader after not being able to for a couple of days (five days) }

Also p.s I got home from vacation and it was amazing owo

(Also i you haven't noticed I do a lot of female readers I'm trying to write male readers but my male validation is all wonky ~[>^<]~ ) I mean wtf is wrong with me and that sentence??????

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~some shits boutta go down*~*~~*~*~*

(Also I haven't been doing mentally good so enjoy as much effort as i try to put into this min brav dysber!)

As always your warnings/topics

1 F/n= first friends name

2 f/n= second friends name

Topics: nsfw, degrading and praise, overtimulation, pet names, somewhat possessive, force....

You finally got home after your 5 day long vacation with your good friends (1 f/n) and (2 f/n). You were so happy to be home that day.

Except a certain someone was waiting for you. A no eyed-soon to be horney- spikey hair- guy named tom.

It's also 12 pm when you arrived, plus a secret story hidden in another story whaaaaaaa????))))

When you walked out into the driveway of the house you were staying at, with your roommates of course, a certain "well well well" followed by a disembodied Spanish guitar, perked your interest.

"Look who's back! It's y/n! Back from your vacation? It's better with you not here. " Edwardo said.

"Yeah it's actually quite without you here!" Mark followed.

Then sweet little jon said:

"But Edwardo...I thought you had a crush on y-" then a smack follows jon.

"Shut up!" Edwardo said with a huff. Followed with Jon's signature "oooow!" (I was so tempted to make him say 'i wish you were dead' but that's kinda sad ngl)

You ignored them as they walked back to their house.

Then you entered yours.

The 4 guys were sitting on the sofa (fun fact: if your couch has arms, it's not a couch, it's a sofa) watching "attack of the insane zombie pirates from hell IIIII" (5). Tom did a double take and jumped up. You could see he was happy....not just on his expression though. You couldn't help but oogle at him down there. But he said

"Y/n.....my ey- I mean my holes are up here" he said snapping his fingers. After you tried to tear Tom off of you, you said hello to the other 3 guys.

Matt kept telling you how much he missed you and can't wait to do makeup with you.

Tord gave you a knuckle rub on the head and said he's glad your back.

Edd asked if you wanted to chat about your trip, but you said maybe later, and that you were tired and wanted to get Tom off your back.,

As Tom helped you carry your bags to your room, he began to tell you how much he missed you.

"It was so boring without you here y/n I missed you so much and matt was annoying and that dumbass Edwardo kept bothering me and matt and edd about a stupid Coca-Cola fued and also did I tell you how much I mi-" he kept dragging on and on without stopping that his face was going purple, because he wasnt taking any breaths. So you stopped him.

"Tom....."

"Yes y/n"

"I know how much you missed me and I missed you too"

"And I also noticed that your little guy was excited to.....see me too...." You trail off as you bite your lip. Tom drops your suitcase.

Let me tell you one thing dear reader:

Since you have been gone....Tom has missed you so much...he just wants to dive in.

But dear reader...You try to make him miss you even more...But fail

So you don't want to have sex in your room, like you usually do, but instead want to make a mess of toms room. You take his hand and walk over to his room.

Tom hisses and groans at how hard his cock is.

"Tssss-y/n....." (how tf do you make a hiss noise?) Tom says in breathy moans. You close the door and playfully push him onto his bed, with him sitting up. (Get ready for the somewhat descriptive) you see his cock outline the space in between the crotch area of his black pants. You tease that area till Tom is basically on the verge of tears.

When you decide he had enough, you unbutton his pants and take down his undergarments, to reveal his long hard member. You kinda forgot how big his was and gulped like they did in the movies. But suddenly you feel a warm hand on your hair, and then you start to feel something warm go down your throat.

Luckily your gag reflexes are great, so Tom shower no mercy.

Every 5 times you went down on his dick, he made sure to give you some breathing time, but not enough for you to restart, do about 4-5 seconds would do for him. This continued for about 5 minutes before you decided it was your turn.

But Tom wasn't quite done with you. He wanted more, and he got more.

"~ahh fuck....Jesus Christ sweetheart...you're doing great~"

"~Is that what you want bitch? For me to release another load into your sweet little throat?"

Would come out of that rat bastared mouth of his.

But you learned to accept it.

Then after about another 5 minutes, he thought you had enough of a throat fucking. You finally got more than 5 seconds of air and opened your eyes. Spit and cum was all over your mouth and toms bottom half of his body. You gasped and hungrily stared at the remaining cum, waiting for his approval to clean it up.

Tom with an exhausted look on his face, nodded in approval.

And you made do with the little chum between your petite face, and his crotch area.

As you cleaned up, with no hesitation, Tom flung you on his bed next. He fiddled with your clothes, removing every piece of clothing with a grin and a:

"Can't wait for you to be my little bitch toy"

As soon as you both were naked (surprisingly he took 5 minutes to remove it....Jesus Christ tom) he decided it was time. He made you get into missionary (making an au on that laterrrr) his favourite position not to mention.

It began.

Began with no hesitaion, just started pounding into you. The sound of skin slapping together, the pretty noise both you and tom were making, the moans and gasps and screams coming from both of you. At one point you came too early that Tom "had to start all over again" and he did. Except this time he went slow at first, but kept going fast after a few seconds.

>guys let your imagination shine because i don't know how to end this one<

#Eddsworld tom #Eddsworld sinsworld #I don't know how to finish this

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trensu · 9 months

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Steve had always wanted to be a skilled fighter. The schools that churned out the best fighters all happened to be schools for holy warriors. It was possible that Steve maybe sort of lied a little (with the help of his friends Robin and Dustin) to get into this school by claiming he was full to the brim of religious fervor but hadn’t decided who to pledge his sword to yet. It shouldn’t have worked, if he were honest with himself, but by some stroke of luck it did, and he finished his training as one of the top combatants.

The issue now was that he had to pick a god whose crest to carry. There were all sorts of gods. Gods of water, gods of air, gods of agriculture, war gods, cat gods, plant gods...the list was endless. And while Steve was one of the best fighters around, he was most definitely not one of the best researchers. Thankfully Dustin and Robin were very clever and knew where to find details about the many gods in existence.

“So what kind of god do you want to follow? Maybe we can start there,” Robin asked.

“Uh…a good one?”

“You’re no help at all, you know that?” Dustin grumbled.

They suggested a local god known as Carver who stood for righteousness, but Steve turned that down. It didn't feel like a good fit. They suggested a love god by the name of Chrissy, who valued love of all kinds, romantic, platonic, familial...Steve had been tempted, very tempted, because Steve had always carried an excess of love in his heart. Robin had vetoed that one stating that Steve was already too reckless with his love and she wouldn't stand by and watch him break his own heart over and over again.

Dustin suggested a god of knowledge, Clarke, who blessed and guided those with curiosity, imagination, and a knack for invention. Steve shot that one down immediately. He was never one to be overly imaginative or curious; he preferred to deal with concrete things. Out of their quickly dwindling list, Robin reluctantly suggested Hargrove, a war god favored by a nearby kingdom, but if Carver was ill-fitting, then Hargrove was outright repellent to Steve.

"C'mon, Steve, you gotta pick someone!" Dustin huffed in frustration.

Robin thunked her head against the table in the library where they were looking up deities. She was obviously at her wit's end too. Steve, however, just dug his heels in with a particularly stubborn scowl.

"I can't just pick anyone!" Steve said. "If I'm going to pledge my sword to someone, it has to be someone...someone good. Someone that, I don't know, someone I can believe in, even when--no especially when things go wrong. That’s the whole point!"

"Yeah, I get that," Robin sighed, a mix of fond and annoyed, "but this is the eighth book we've gone through and the only one left here is called the King of Darkness which is hardly going to--huh."

Robin paused mid-rant to look at the page more closely. Steve and Dustin both huddled around her to peek into the book as well. Dustin also made a sound of curiosity.

"That's weird," Dustin said.

"Right?" Robin asked enthusiastically.

"What? What's weird?" Steve didn't get what caught their attention.

"This god only has a couple of sentences," Dustin explained, "And they don't really make sense. Something about dark creatures and the undeserving? The grammar and structure is all weird though."

"It looks like a half-assed translation," Robin added with a nod. "We should find the original text."

"Yeah! And if we can make a better translation, we could get it added to the next edition and they'd have to put our names on the book," Dustin said excitedly. Robin's eyes lit up at the thought and they both rushed off to the stacks to track down any original sources.

"Guys! Guys, what about my..."

The librarian hushed Steve, irritated. Steve groaned in defeat.

"...godly choices. Yeah, fine," Steve slumped back on his seat. "I need to find non-nerd friends."

Two days later, Robin and Dustin finished translating a slim, dusty book. They were nearly vibrating in their seats as Steve reviewed their notes on what they found. Dustin gripped his arm and gave him a shake.

"So? What do you think?" he asked excitedly.

Robin slung her arm across Steve's shoulders. With more tenderness than Steve expected, she said, "I know it doesn't seem like it, he doesn't really fit with your whole style, but it could work."

"Yeah," Steve said with a hopeful smile. "Yeah, this feels right."

It took longer than Steve would've liked, but eventually he managed to track down a small, crumbling shrine. It was an alcove carved near the entrance--no more than a crack in the stone really--of a cave at the edge of a lush forest. He almost missed it, it was so drowned in overgrown crawling vines and weeds. It bore a modest statue, no bigger than Steve, standing atop an equally modest plinth. There was a spot that obviously held a plaque once, but it must’ve been dug out by thieves at some point.

The sight of it made something in Steve's chest twinge; a strange pang of melancholy at seeing a god so forgotten and abandoned. It surprised him as he had never been particularly religious, but there was just something about this one that drew him in.

It was the middle of the day, so Steve quickly made camp and took advantage of the light to begin clearing the shrine. He started where the plaque had been, scrubbing off the dirt and moss that had filled the indentation. He knew a good smith; he could commission a new plaque to be made. After that, he weeded the immediate area around the plinth where worshipers would typically lay their offerings and pray.

By the time he finished that, it was late afternoon and he decided that was good enough for today. He had to eat and get a few hours of sleep so he could be alert once night fell. When he curled up on his bedroll, he couldn't help the grin that spread on his face. He was going to offer himself to his god tonight, and with any luck, his god would accept him.

He woke to a multitude of high pitched squeaks and the sound of many, many flapping wings. The sun had just fully set, and the stars that could be seen through the canopy burned brightly. Steve took his time to fasten on his armor and scabbard properly, and fixed his hair so not a strand was out of place. He took a few deep breaths to calm an unexpected bout of nerves before going to the shrine and kneeling.

His god had no official prayers. Or rather, the prayers for his god were forgotten. Robin and Dustin did their best to find anything prayer-like but it had been in vain. They suspected that most of the god's holy items and lore were purposely lost. Lacking that, Steve decided it was best that he introduce himself.

"Um, hi," he started and immediately winced. "Sorry. I'm not used to...this. I couldn't find any of your…holy words? Prayers? The right ways to speak to you, I guess.

"I'm Steve. Steve Harrington. I'm a fighter. I finished my training a few weeks back. I was the top of my cohort when it came to combat. I'm good with my sword and I know how to take a hit. I can turn just about anything into a weapon if it's needed."

Here Steve paused for a moment, straining to hear but there was nothing other than the typical sounds of a night out in the woods. Steve took a breath and plowed forward.

"I want to be more than a fighter, though. I don't want to just wave a sword around for nothing. I want it to...to matter. So I spent a lot of time trying to decide who to wield my sword for. It took me a while, but I found you. I want to be your shield and sword, if you'll have me."

Steve stopped again to listen. Nothing. Robin warned him this might happen. Gods didn't always accept warriors who offered themselves to them, and forgotten gods weren't always reachable. It was fine, though; he’d try again tomorrow night. Steve turned in just before dawn, eager for night again.

Steve worked on clearing the vines tangled around the statue's legs and feet. He yanked out the thick, scraggly vines, and carefully picked apart the prickling thorny ones. There was a particular gnarl of vines that didn't seem like they had a stranglehold on his god's statue. They were healthy and strong, and the way they curled and grew looked more like a caress than an invasion. He decided to leave those on, though he gently rearranged them while removing the more invasive vines so they looked more decorative.

When night arrived with the sound of squeaks and wings, Steve went to kneel at the shrine. He introduced himself again, gave the same spiel as the night before. Still he heard nothing. He scratched the back of his neck in mild insecurity.

“I guess I should tell you I didn’t find you on my own. My friends Robin and Dustin helped me. They’re way smarter than me, you know? Total nerds. I can swing a sword like nothing, but books and research? Yeah, that never works out for me, so they helped me look up all sorts of gods.

“There’s a lot of them. Way more than I thought. Dustin and Robin both recommended me ones or vetoed others. They were getting frustrated with me because I kept rejecting the ones they gave me.

“Then Robin found you. Kind of by accident, to be honest. But she did her research thing and I knew that I wanted to carry your symbol. It took me forever to find this shrine. Robin said this was probably the only shrine you had left, so I had to find it.

“Dustin kept saying it was on the other side of the forest, but obviously he was wrong. Not that he’ll ever admit it, the little shit, but whatever. I’m sorry your shrine was abandoned like this, but I promise I’ll fix it up. I’m good with my hands, I can do it.”

There was no response to his admittedly disorganized ramble. It was fine, he told himself. He needed to be patient. He’d come back the next night.

–

Around the statue’s waist there was another tangled mess of vines, except these vines had died and rotted to dark sludge. There was fungus growing on it, and it reeked. It was gross. Steve scrubbed at it for hours because the rot had stained the stone. He was able to get rid of the rot and most of the stains before going to catch a few hours of sleep in the afternoon.

Night fell and Steve was kneeling for the third time. He repeated most of what he said the previous two nights. There was still no response. He thought maybe he was pushing too hard. He’d never been the super talkative type anyway. He could share the quiet night with his god, if that was what his god wanted.

A few hours passed when he was startled out of his near meditative state by the sound of snapping twigs. He leapt to his feet, hand on his scabbard. Someone–a man by the look of it–stumbled out of the woods. He was pale and dark haired, dressed in ragged clothes that were probably awful even when they were new. He looked like a vagabond.

Steve stepped in front of the shrine, protectively. The stranger grinned at him and Steve could already tell he was not going to enjoy the conversation that was about to happen.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Steve asked firmly, cutting the man off before he could speak. The smile only grew wider.

“I could ask you the same thing, sir,” the man said, adopting the annoyed huff of a wealthy lord. Steve scowled.

“I asked first.”

“I asked second!”

“You didn’t ask me anything,” Steve responded, somewhat smug. The man paused and then snorted a laugh.

“Yeah, okay.” He raised his hands in mock surrender. “You got me.”

“So?”

“So what?”

“What are you doing here? Who are you?” Steve repeated shortly. The teasing grin was back, and Steve felt his scowl deepen.

“Nothing and no one, m’lord,” the man bows mockingly.

“I’m not a lord.”

“Huh. Could’ve fooled me. You’re certainly as demanding as any lord I’ve ever met.”

“Oh fuck you,” Steve snapped. “I’m a holy warrior.”

The man laughed at him outright.

“Well that doesn’t sound very holy warrior-ish. Are your type allowed to swear?”

Steve grinded his teeth and decided it was not worth it to continue this conversation for much longer.

“Look, if you’re here to steal, I’ve got nothing on me.”

“That’s exactly what someone with something to steal would say.”

“Well, I don’t! I’m on a pilgrimage and I don’t want to spill blood on holy ground. So.” Steve wrapped a hand around the hilt of his sword. “Leave. Please.”

“Holy ground? Here?” the man barks out a laugh. “Don’t you know what this place is?”

“Yes,” Steve says shortly, placing himself more firmly between the shrine and the man. “Please leave. There shouldn’t be violence done here.”

“Oh, it’s far too late for that. This place used to belong to the King of Darkness. It’s said he was so evil that nothing grew here until he was run out and defeated by the god of righteousness. You know the one. Really plays up the holier than thou thing by making his hair all gold and glowy? Gotta say, you could give him a run for his money though.”

“You’re wrong.”

“No really! Your hair is great. Way better than Carver, even with the glowy thing.”

“Not that!” Steve said in frustration. This guy really liked the sound of his own voice and Steve was starting to get a headache. It was near dawn and all he wanted was to spend the last hour or so in the quiet night with his god.

“So you agree your hair is better than a god’s?” The man tsks at him. “That’s pretty blasphemous. Are you sure you’re a holy warrior?”

“No! I mean, yes. Wait,” Steve growls at his own bumbling. “No, I’m not better than any god. But I am a holy warrior. Kind of.”

“Kind of.”

“Look, I’m working on it so I need you to leave. You’ve insulted him enough already.”

“Your god is the King of Dark–”

“Call him that again, and I will draw my sword,” Steve said, voice steely. “He’s the Lord of Night, and I won’t let you insult him at his own shrine.”

The man goes quiet for the first time since he showed up. He looked almost surprised, his mocking grin gone. His eyes flicked over to the dilapidated statue and then back at Steve.

“Lord of Night doesn’t sound much different than what I called him,” the man said lightly.

“Well, it is,” Steve told him. “Now, will you please leave?”

The man stared at him for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah, alright.” And then he left as suddenly as he had arrived.

The tension that had built up in Steve’s shoulders drained away. He went back to kneel in front of the shrine again when he noticed the barest hint of sunrise on the horizon. He cursed under his breath then was hit with a wave of embarrassment at cursing in front of the shrine and the whole situation that had transpired.

“I’m sorry about that,” Steve said, abashed. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”

–

It happened again.

now with an additional snippet here and here

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