𝘙𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘪 . . . 𓅓

"No matter where you are, Everyone, Is always connected!" Mostly focused on eddsworld content.

[rue-rain]

Heya, I'm Rue, And I write stuff.

I write for Eddsworld, And also smut, Don't like? Don't read.

Request Status: Open!

OPEN FOR: Abusive/Toxic dynamics, Male!Reader, Fem!reader, NonCon, Anything else, Ask away<3

NOT ALLOWED: Faux/Incest, Bottom y/n, Ped0philia, Necr0philia, Macr0phila/vore, Scat, Vomit, Any basic bad shit tbf.

[rue-rain]

"Take it slow, Take it easy on me."

Sub!Tord x FemDom!Reader

TW: !!SMUT!! Strap uses, Tord being a little bitch for u.. I think a bit of second or third person?

a/n: ahem.. take it.

there was the hentai addict, sitting in front of his PC, you could have sworn he hasn't moved for hours watching panel after panel, of his artsy pornography. Until he stopped in front of something that caught his eye, a man with a woman pinned underneath him being all dominant and in control. Tord couldn't let this gym pass without bringing it up to you, right? Girlfriends should always yelled to their boyfriends fantasies unless you think otherwise..

He kept talking about it over and over again teasing you and trying to pretend that he would even get close to being in control of a situation like; that he tried to convince you that he could do it make you feel something beyond the heavens something of animalistic nature.

But you knew that if that were to happen he wouldn't be more than just desperately humping against you asking if he got you to a peak that you never see... Unless you turned the tables?

After witnessing his fanaticans for today his dirty enwindows in public in front of his housemates, teasing gestures that made him look like an outright fool to you. You decided you were done with it you were going to show him exactly where he belongs in this connection.

Before he knew it he was on the edge of the bed in his bedroom sat with his legs spread you took the initiative to make the first move lips moving against his length your tongue tracing his veins you made him think he was in control. Even though he wasn't he was just sat there stuttering barely holding in his voice! Whorish moans and pleads of continuation. He was nowhere near being as dominant as he thought he was.

Eventually started taking him deeper bobbing your head, even trying to add a hand maybe even lift up his ego if there was any left at this point. With the way he was positioned laying back against the bed his arm covering his eyes as his voice only got louder and louder. Acting exactly like the girls and his little comics.

He could barely hold it in before he released, something savory a bit salty. But the taste didn't matter, you were going to take him a step further.

Reach out and grab the bottle of lube that he was planning on "saving for later" back then he said it would such a shit eating grin but look at him now. All loud desperate he couldn't even scream that he reached his peak he could only moan and ask for more the next Cliff and even better the next fall.

So you grab the bottle put a generous amount on your fingers. He could barely notice in his haze, barely gather his thoughts before feeling you fingers somewhere he could never imagine. He sat up but didn't speak just looked at you confused but desperate, you look back half asking for permission half daring him to take back the upper hand. But he nodded his eyes hooded once more as he laid back on his elbows and watch, whatever needy bitch was there before swim right back to the surface.

As Time passed he was worse than before he didn't care who could hear him in the house as he moaned, gasped and sobbed. You were touching him in all of the right places your fingers deep within him while your mouth teased him endlessly. But this time when he got close to his peak you denied him the fall.

As your fingers and mouth left him alone wanting, he let out of whine of desperation and loss. It didn't even take him a second to beg you to return.* "Y/n, y/n, y/n! VENNLIGST— (please) I'm begging don't leave me like this, not after what you made me feel!" He pleads openly a few tears falling from his eyes "Kjære, jeg ber deg... (Darling, I'm begging you.)" His tongue thick and his language as he begged through tears. By now she can barely hold in a scoff, the same guy who was pretending he could take control begging right under her to get fucked like a bitch in heat. She couldn't help but speak her voice rough and firm.

"Well 'Kjære'.." You tease as you stand up and tower over him, pinning his form to the bed using your free hand to pull his hair back roughly, earning a whorish moan.

"You better be face down ass up. If you want more." Tord could barely register what she said still feeling the pleasurable sting on the back of his head, as she let's go he doesn't hesitate as a possessed by pure need. He does exactly as told, and poses. Even in his position she can still hear small noises and pleads coming from his lips.

At this point she got him right where she wanted him. "Aww baby, weren't you supposed to be the one in control? But look at you now- all cute and pretty for me, ass high in the air with a gaping hole like bitch." She says her voice starting off almost innocent as if she's just as confused as he is but the way she describes his position saying it in such cold disappointment almost like a whip from a belt. He whimpered pathetically- he felt like a bitch... and fuck did he like it.

By now she was done wasting time, this was business and he was going to get served exactly what he deserved. She pulled out a strap nothing too big nothing too small about 6 inches? At least bigger than his. she didn't take a moment before securing it around her hips and climbing onto the bed. The silicone tip pressing against his entrance, lubed up and ready but grinding against him with a steady limit. He needed to beg first, show her just how bad he feels how sorry he is maybe? He knew he wasn't sorry especially hence it got him here. But he needed her in him already.* "F-Fuck, please, please.." he whined.

"Please what darling? Aren't you going to apologize first for being such an arrogant commie? C'mon at least admit to your mistress who's in control.." she said as she pulled his hair back once more coincidentally he was facing a mirror and he saw himself exactly for what he is desperate needy little thing waiting for his mistress to pound him stupid.*

He let out a sharp cry at his reflection, before speaking up, his words coming out in an honest but quick Rush. "I'm sorry, SORRY! I admit it I'm a desperate bitch for you- now can you please PLEASE- JUST FUCK ME ALREADY? AH—" He ended it with a sharp loud moan as he was cut off by the thrust of the strap into him. Before he knew it everything fell into a nice rough rhythm, his face buried in the pillows as he moaned, and trembled non-stop thrusting back against the strap, reaching peak after peak. Thanking her through it all.

"Ah! Thank you mistress— th-Thank you, mghh.."

Even though he wouldn't admit it later, but he loved the feeling of being owned by her like that.

© made by rue-rain, if you feed to ai or repost I'll find u.

[rue-rain]

"Tipsy love."

Drunk!Tom x Fem!Reader smut<3

TW: !!SMUT BELOW!! Alcoholism, Drunk sex, Bad Grammar, Mommy kink on toms side because it's fuckin hot, yeah that's about it.

A/n: the divider looks fucked up don't mind that.

He wanted to get drunk didn't he? well drunk is what he will be, but not on that forgotten half bottle of Smirnoff on his desk. The true drunken state of pure pleasure.

The bed didn't matter anymore not even his room that they were stuck in, all that mattered was a consistent feeling touch, the chocked sounds he held desperately in his lungs. Even as a clawed at his chest.

Pushed firmly against the carpet, his pants forgotten in a moment of passion. Y/n was on top stroking his harderend length with a firm grip and steady pace, their lips connected she barely lets him pull away for breath. They've been going at it for a while Non-Stop and he has reached peak after peak after peak... He was trying to stay stotic act as if he was above it all but the position situation the mood in the air. It all made him crack... Almost.

he was openly whimpering sweet desperate sounds as his hands held her waist so hard you think he was trying to become one. Now that she wasn't kissing him anymore he can almost openly speak words came out shaky and breathless as his tongue moved to even try to form any coherent words. "Y-Y/N... I-It's t—oo muucchh.." He softly whined, hoping that she would give him a break maybe even slow down. Even though deep down he hoped that she would continue forever until his body was nothing more than a hot mess. His lips moved again almost speaking but she caught him off guard.

Her some caressed his lips as she looked back at him, her smirk only going wider as she slowly pushed pass his quivering lips than teeth then right into his mouth. Messing with the cavern as if it was her own- her property. "Did I say you could speak baby? I didn't right?" She purrs as she gets closer her movements over his member only getting faster and firmer, it was clearly not a question to answer especially as she continues softly whisperin into his ear, breath almost hot enough to melt off his skin. "Mommy makes orders here, not you. Got it darling?" She finishes off with a gentle bite on his earlobe earning a desperate tired whine almost a sob before pulling back again and lifting up his chin with an expectant stare momentarily ignoring his aching cock- her thumb still lodged in his mouth, he knows what to do he knows what to say. He's not dumb after all.

He looks back at her for a second almost dumbfounded in his dazed, for gathering whatever energy he has left his void eyes water with the frustration of losing touch as he speaks. "Y-es mh-mommy... Y-ou make the rules.. I—.. I'm sorry..." He softly says his words coming out muffled- he didn't push further he just leaned in and sucked on her thumb, trembling but patient as her handwrapped back around him.

© Work of rue-rain, 2026, If you repost or feed my work into ai I'll find you.

[rue-rain]

I made this today, thought I'd share this ^⁠_⁠^

[rue-rain]

Okay so hear me out I have a theory about Tom. HIS MOM CHEATED ON HIS DAD WITH MR POTATO FROM TOY STORY!

And I have the evidence, If you have noticed that throughout the show Tom's eyes aren't always holes There are sort of moments where they also function as mushy like caps.

Also his eyes aren't complete holes sometimes throughout the episodes, like here:

So they can sort of be some type of separate entity from the rest of his body. And even with his hair if you noticed it also has bones but there are moments where I've seen that his hair can bleed on its own without affecting the rest of him. Also his hair is separated into four different sections which are completely individual, and sometimes connected.

And another thing is that his body functions individually like in One of the official comics his own stomach react to being stabbed without him being affected!

Also you can put storage in him which makes me also conclude that there is a whole bunch of space in his head with some weird magic..

Even his own brain functions without him!

Which makes me conclude that: His body works as multiple different organisms and he can remove and put back his eyeballs whenever he wishes and he probably forgot to Take them out in that scene where he shoved his hands into the holes. AKA- being able to have separate parts of his body function independently, while also being a bit hollow from the inside. In which allows him to also function as both a bowling ball and Mr potato from the toy story.

AND YOU MIGHT BE WONDERING! WHY WOULD I THINK IT'S MR POTATO??

Well it's because of this:

MATT HAS MR POTATO JUST LIKE HE HAS THE BOWLING BALL.

So ladies and gentlemen I've completely concluded that Tom's mom cheated on his dad with Mr potato and that's why he Can have parts of his body function individually.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

(This is my first post and this is my second day in this fandom please don't kill me..)