Here's another dom Tord oneshot :00

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Heat sucks.

Tom certainly knew that as a fact. Not many people experienced those animal like tendencies, but Tom was part of the rare few. But lucky for him, it was often a sort of one-and-done situation. He had a monster form that was a result of many experiments and tests. Apparently it was because of his dna being so compatible with a monster serum, but Tom figured no one would ever bother to explain why or how.

Because of it, he had to stay in a certain Red Army Base. Which he was fine with doing, although he'd never admit that.

Tord was there, the main reason why he never really tried to escape his containment. He was his boyfriend, and the only person that Tom would ever bother to listen to. Everyone else was kind of an asshole, although to be honest Tord was one too.

More often than not, though, he would stick to being somewhat obedient. Things were just much easier that way.

But he did have his limits, and sometimes Tord was the only thing that could console him when they were pushed.

Like now.

He was sitting in the meeting room, half listening to the indistinct arguing of Paul and Pat.

"NO, DIMWIT! CAT'S ARE OBVIOUSLY BETTER! AT LEAST THEY KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THEMSELVES ON THEIR OWN!" Paul yelled, his arms crossed as he stared but at the taller male.

Pat mimicked him, his hands resting on his hips. "DOGS CARE ABOUT YOU, STUPID! CAT'S DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU EXISIT! ALL THEY DO IS LAZE AROUND AND EAT!" He screeched back.

Both had seemingly forgot that Tom was in the room, which was fine with him. He just sat there, head in his hands as he waited for everyone else to show up. Paul and Pat had dragged him here about 20 minutes too early for their next meeting.

To be completely honest, he was just waiting for Tord. He liked to be around him, even in situations when they couldn't exactly communicate.

Hey, so what if he was clingy.

Out of nowhere, Tom's head began race with thoughts of Tord. It was more than usual - yes, much more. He was fantasizing, waiting for the very moment he could be around him. He needed him here. Needed his scent, needed to feel their bodies pressed together. And most importantly, he needed his di-

Fuuuuuck. Tom knew immediately what was happening. His skin was tingling all over, a usual sign that he was about to change forms. He knew it was coming soon. Heat followed a pattern, and was never that much of a surprise. Hence why he'd already had the time to nest and make some preparations. Still, though. This was surprisingly early.

He knew he needed to get out of here before anything was obvious. Paul and Pat knew about him being a monster. He'd attempted to eat them many times, so it was only natural. But he never really told anyway besides Tord about his heats.

He slowly stood up, his vision getting blurry and his legs exceptionally shaky. "I-I forgot to grab a pen. I'll be r-right back." He mumbled, his voice cracking slightly. He sped out the door, not making eye contact with Paul or Pat.

Pat looked over at his comrade. "...Should we tell him that he's holding one?"

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Tom walked as fast as he could to Tord's room. He wanted to run, but he didn't trust his legs right now and definitely didn't want to raise suspicion. Soon enough, he reached his destination. Slamming the door shut behind him as he began to change form. No longer could he suppress his bodies needs.

Curled, purple horns shot out from the top of his hair along along with a set of pointy horns and a long purple tail. He looked down at his hands, which were quickly turning into sharp claws. His skin was now tinted with a slight shade of purple, some darker patches appearing along his arms and lower body.

Tom was used the change, so he wasn't too bothered. Instead, he practically launched himself into what he had claimed as his nest.

With Tord's permission, he'd put in specifically in his bed. One that was a dark crimson color with a canopy that made it seem all the more fancy. It had curtains that he could pull around him if needed, which he quickly took the opportunity to draw closed.

The inside of the nest was filled with standard items. He'd wrecked havoc on Tord's closet, pulling out every article of clothing that was comfortable, not stained with blood, and still smelled like him. Along with that, he'd brought an old, battered teddy bear. Tommie Bear, as he called it. He loved that thing with every part of his heart.

The rest of the bed was covered with blankets and comfortable pillows, and the nightstand next to it had other needed items. Sweets, pain medication, possibly some toys if he had remembered to put them in.

Tom threw off his shirt and pants, opting to simply wear one of his boyfriends hoodies instead. In an instant, he was put at ease. Everything smelt like Tord. The scent of his cologne was everywhere, along with a thick coat of cigar smoke and a slight hint of cinnamon. It was everything that Tom felt he needed right now.

He gave a soft, animalistic whine and grabbed his teddy bear. Wrapping the covers around himself and deciding to attempt sleep. Tord would come here soon, or at least he hoped so. Since he didn't really feel like explaining to anyone else why he'd missed the meeting.

Just as he began to drift off, a new sensation hit him directly in the dick. He shot up, his previous exhaustion and dizziness dissolving into a feeling of complete, agonizing arousal. It was horrible.

Tom spent a good five minutes squirming around as a cum like liquid began to pool at his entrance. He tossed and turned, cramps setting in after not having something inside him for what felt like a millennium.

He needed something inside him, and now.

Tom wasn't really thinking. Well, if you don't count the various images of Tord's that he was occupied with in his mind. He felt so hot - maybe he should take off the hoodie?

No. He immediately thought. It was much too important, and until Tord got here it was the thing that reminded him the most of his 'mate'. He let his hands trail down his thighs, imaging him being the one that was doing so. Slowly but surely, he was becoming more and more hot and bothered.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening interrupted his thoughts. He looked up, and there he was. The man he'd been waiting so impatiently for. He leaped off of his bed and hugged him around the waist, sputtering out incoherent pleas.

This man was, of course, none other than Tord. He knew the moment he'd arrived in the meeting room that Tom was in heat. There was a certain scent about him, a very specific sweet pineapple kind of thing. It had gradually gotten stronger as he followed it all the way to his own bedroom.

He'd also listened to Pat and Paul description of his distressed boyfriend, which only offered him more proof. So he did all he could to get back to Tom as soon as possible.

"Hello, kjæreste." He hummed, looking down at the head of tousled brown locks in front of him.

Tom just about melted at the sound of his voice. He leaned against Tord, hiding his face in his uniform coat. He tried to speak, but all the cane out was a few muffled stutters. Slowly, he looked up at him. His face flushed was and as desperate as can be.

"That bad, is it?" Tord sighed. He put his arms around his torso, lifting Tom up with relative ease. He carried the monster back to his nest, pulling back the curtains momentarily so he could lay him down.

He sat up quickly, drumming his fingers against the bed impatiently. Staring at Tord with needy eyes. "C-Come..." He managed to choke out, which he soon obliged to.

Tord sat down next to Tom, feeling the Brit crawl into his lap. The scent of his heat was enough to choke you, making it somewhat difficult to breath.

"Thomas, do you need anything? I'm here for you, baby. I'll get you what ever you want." Tord questioned, his voice gentle and worried. Rarely did Tom ever act like this, even during his heats.

They sat there in silence for a few seconds, Tom basking in his presence as his quiet breathing filled the room. He felt like he was high, in all honesty. Everything around him was blurry and spinning.

Was Tord speaking right now? Did it matter? Tom liked the look of his lips moving. They were pretty, slightly glossy with spit and perfectly plump. He wanted to taste them, no. He wanted to taste more than just that.

Tord gave a slightly annoyed huff. He'd figured out by now that he wasn't going to get an answer. They both knew what Tom truly needed. So, he decided, he would give it to him.

He moved forward, about to carefully push him  off. Only, he didn't get very far. Before he even had the chance to react, Tom's teeth were latched onto his neck. They bit into him deeply, but didn't stop there. He sucked and licked all over the area, cleaning up the blood that was now gushing from where he'd done it.

Tord yelped, wincing away from Tom's teeth. They were much sharper than usual, able to tear through flesh with ease. But he collected himself quickly. He grabbed Tom by his hair, roughly pulling him away from the wound on the neck.

Tord was usually very nice to Tom, especially when he was in this state. But he was quickly growing annoyed and wanted to take those feelings out on his monster boy. He knew doing so was fine. Boundaries had been discussed, and safe words were present. He knew Tom was well aware of these things.

"Bad boy." He growled, pushing Tom down so he was now withering under him. If he thought he was going to get away with this, he was sorely mistaken.

Tord leaned close to Tom's ear, placing his knee in between his legs. "You think you're in charge, hmm? You think you I'm just going to let you do what ever you want?"

Tom rocked his hips, grinding against Tord's knee without bothering to give much of a response. He was still barely able the fathom that he was being spoken to.

He quickly realized this, taking more drastic actions to get Tom's attention. He pressed his mouth against a spot under his chin, biting down. His own teeth were rather sharp, so he used that to his advantage. He made sure to leave the most noticeable mark possible. Revenge had never tasted so metallic.

Only then did Tom snap back into reality. He let out a cry of a pain, throwing his head back. "A-Asshole!" He whimpered, causing Tord to raise an eyebrow.

"Oh? Has someone finally decided come back down to earth?" He teased against his neck. He moved his lips down once he was done with one bleeding mark on Tom's neck, then moved to abuse another part of his soft skin.

Tom had yet to notice that every single mark was extremely visible, and would probably take a few weeks to heal. He knew he was going to hate him for doing this, but Tord couldn't help himself.

He didn't stop until he'd decorated his neck with purple and red marks, Tom whimpering the whole time. It was like slow torture. He was so horny, his body craving Tord's touch as all he could think about was his dick.

Lucky for Tom, though, he soon pulled back. Admiring his work with blood stained lips. "Now, Thomas. Are you going to be good?"

He was met with a vigorous nod.

"Are you going to do what I tell you to do?"

Yet another nod.

"Good. Now, if you want me to fuck you, you're going to have to beg."

And beg Tom did. He didn't know how much longer he could take of this. He mustered up all the strength he could, tears filling his eyes.

"F-Fuck- plea... please! I w-want you so bad! Need your co-cock... need you i-inside me. Wa-Want you right... right n-now." He cried, finally able to speak a proper sentence. Too bad Tord would be fucking him senseless right about now.

The pain in his stomach had previously subsided, but now he was feeling it more than ever. If he didn't have something inside him right now, he felt as if he was going to completely explode.

Tord smirked, clearly pleased. "It's sir to you." He murmured, his hands now finding Tom's tail. He rubbed it up and down, causing the male to moan out. He knew how sensitive that part of him was.

He kept pleasuring him with one hand, using the other to quickly undress himself. He shrugged off his coat and shirt, moving to take off his pants. To his surprise, Tom stopped him.

"Sir...m-may I?" He asked, his face pink as he placed his hand directly on Tord's crotch. Pressing down on it just the slightest bit. He didn't mind calling him by the nickname. He was desperate to get his attention and, well, his dick.

And though it caught him off guard, Tord gave a nod of agreement. "Yes, you may."

Soon small, clawed hands were pulling off his pants and playing with the hem of his boxers. Tord leaned forward, capturing his crimson colored lips in a passionate kiss.

He placed his hands under Tom's hoodie (or rather, his own hoodie), lifting it up and feeling along his bare skin. Both of them couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Tord pulled off Tom's boxers, and Tom followed suite. Still somehow managing to maintain a sloppy kiss. Tord slipped his tongue in his mouth, earning a muffled noise from the male below him.

After a few seconds longer, they pulled apart. Tord hovered over Tom, who was doing his best not to stare at the exceptionally large dick in front of him.

"Please... f-fuck me." He whispered, his voice broken and dripping with need.

That was certainly enough to push Tord over the edge. He spread Tom's legs apart, lining up his cock and shoving it inside him without a second thought. It wasn't as painful as it would've normally been. The wetness in Tom's hope worked as makeshift lube.

Still, he screamed. That wasn't even an exaggeration. It was enough to make Tord pause and see if Tom was okay. But he was fine. It was purely a scream of upmost pleasure and surprise.

With a slight nod of his head, Tord was given the okay to continue. They didn't need words. Tom could barely speak right now, so they were pretty much useless either way. He felt Tom's arms wrap around his neck, and his tight hole clench around him.

But they had fucked many times. Tom got used to it quickly, and soon enough he was moaning much louder than before. Tord thought it was adorable. The times when Tom had his heat were the only times where he would truly let go, not even thinking about the things he was doing or saying.

Tord ran his thumb across Tom's chin, wiping away the small about of drool that had accumulated there. The black eyed boy didn't seem to notice. He was panting and whimpering, his hips raised as he attempted to get him to move

"Hurry u-up!" He grumbled.

How could Tord say no to such a heartfelt request?

He didn't bother starting out slow. He grabbed at Tom's love handles, using them to keep ahold of his trembling form. In mere moments time, he was thrusting in and out of his lover at a nearly inhuman pace.

"O-Oh fuck!! Yes yes yes yes!~" Tom moaned out. He came in matter of minutes, his oversensitive body demanding release.  Tord didn't mind, he just continued with his actions. He moved positions slightly, pushing him down against the bed in search of the perfect angle.

And soon enough, he had him riding out his second orgasm. By that point, Tord had also reached his peak. He came deep inside of Tom, who gave no more than a simple groan.

They both stayed there for a little while. Tord was admiring the beautiful male under him, while Tom was fighting with his body in order to allow him to breath. He slowly pulled out, cum dribbling out of him. If either of them noticed, neither of them appeared to care.

He lifted Tom into his arms, pulling him back down into the bed. "Are you alright?" He questioned with a small tilt of his head.

A small nod did the question justice, but Tom managed to sputter out a few words. "Mhm... it's gone n-now." He mumbled as he buried his face in Tord's warm chest. He was of course referencing his dreaded heat. "Thank you. I love... lo-love you."

"It's no problem, baby boy. I love you too." Tord yawned, letting his eyes close as he soon felt Tom go limp against him. They were both exhausted, and had long forgotten about the meeting they were supposed to attend.

Likely, Paul and Pat would be pissed when they saw both of them in the morning. But that was tomorrow, and this was today. Tord was more than willing to sacrifice his kneecaps if it meant he got to spend time with his dearest Thomas.

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Word Count: 3063

Here's a stupid ass, rushed oneshot I came up with a 2am because i'm running out of ideas-

I'm also still working on requests and the final chapter of moonstruck so pls don't attack me lmao

Thank you for reading this steaming pile of garbage :^)