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Hi! If you couldn't tell, this is a yandere blog and does contain Dark Themes, so please head that warning. I do not support or condone these themes in real life.
My other yandere blog is @obsessivelyloved and it's where my sfw fics are. I've noticed that there aren't many yandere ew fic writers active so I made this blog separate from obessivelyloved so I don't have to worry about minors interacting with my sinsworld posts.
Obsessivelyloved was meant to be a multi-fandom blog and kinda is, but this one will stay eddsworld themed. Requests are open! So is the inbox, so feel free to stop by anytime :D
Sinsworld Masterlist #1 (Fics posted on obsessivelyloved)
Masterlist #2 (Fics posted on here)
Rules: (Under a Read More so it doesn't take up so much space)
OKAY to request:
- x readers
- If you want a specific gendered reader, specify in the ask because I typically try to write readers as gender-neutral as possible when I get normal "character x reader" requests.
- character x character (ships)
- Nsfw headcanons
- I'll write out most kinks, just ask first please
- Specific nsfw scenarios as long as they follow the above ^^^
NOT okay to request:
- Pedophilia
-Incest
- Anything to do with body fluids (besides maybe blood. Depends on how Gorey the request is and where blood comes into play)
- Yandere severely harming their person of obsession (ex: Yandere beats their love interest)
I’m a big sucker for Psych Au fics. Reader is a cis female doctor who treats Tord with kindness. He becomes obsessed with her. Refuses to talk to any other doctor.
Tord is always on his best behavior for her which leads her to let her guard down.
BIG MISTAKE
I was supposed to be asleep five hours ago but I couldn’t until I finished this. Just know that in my heart, this takes place in Arkham. Also I'm super rusty so I apologize if anything feels off/wonky.
CW: Noncon
Dark themes ahead, please read at your own discretion and keep yourself safe. This is a work of fiction and I do not condone or support scenarios like this in real life
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“You dropped this.”
The man stares at you wide eyed as you hand him his lighter. He stands, rigid. You give him a gentle smile and press it into his palm, your other hand curling around the back of his hand.
“I know there’s no fluid in it, so you don’t have to worry about me taking it,” you say to him. You pat his hand and step away.
The man turns fully towards you and you’re able to read the name sewed onto his shirt.
“I-” the man- Tord- swallows hard. He quickly pockets the lighter. “Thank you.”
You give him another smile and walk past him. He had seemed to be going the same way as you but he never caught up. Nor did you hear footsteps behind you. Once you reach the director’s office, he leaves your thoughts. You were absolutely determined to make a good first impression on your first day of the job.
The man you met earlier had turned out to be your first patient. And oh boy, what a patient he was. Like you had promised yourself you weren’t going to judge any of these people but god damn. His file was thick. At least twenty papers were inside the manilla folder you had received from the head director’s office. Maybe even more.
You’d never know if you kept standing outside the director’s office gawking at it. You take a deep breath. Going through it sitting down was probably a good idea. As you make your way to the breakroom, your grip on the folder is tight, trying your best to make sure you don’t drop it and reveal your patient's file.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take you long to get to the breakroom. A few people were there but they paid you no mind. They sit, hunched over lunch or their own files. You sit and start to read.
Løvik Tord
3 7 2 5 9
DOB: 1995
Age: 28
Hair: Dark brown with lighter brown roots
Eye: Silver
You end up skimming through this until you get to the bottom of the page. It wasn’t… pretty.
CASE INFORMATION:
Tord is a violent man. He is aggressive, manipulative, and has a short temper. Many doctors have tried working with him to no avail. He does not respond kindly to Dr.Casey (see page 5), Dr.Bonnie (see page 8), Dr.Roxy (see page 12), or Dr.Harley (see page 15).
He is extremely aggressive towards Dr. Bruce (see page 20).
You stop reading there, your chest feeling tight. You flip to page twenty. It’s not the last page like you had hoped. There were still…. Quite a bit in the file.
Dr.Bruce has tried everything he can to help Tord. He has tried finding common ground with the patient. Has tried being lax and strict with Tord’s schedule. Has tried working with Tord and letting him sit outside. Tord had found every loophole and burned every bridge until Dr.Bruce stopped lenient treatments. Tord stabbed Dr.Bruce fifteen times before guards made their way into the room.
It is unknown how and where he had gotten his hands on a sharp long blade. Tord was seen licking the blood of-
“Don’t worry if you can’t fix him. At this point, Doctor Markman hands his case off to fresh blood to showcase this place. No one expects you to be able to tame him.”
You startle at the voice, goosebumps raised on your arms. “I’m sorry?” you ask with a polite smile. Anger clouded your fear. What the hell was this person talking about?
The doctor, Alice, her name tag reads, smiles at you.
“Nearly everyone has tried working with him at this point,” she continues. “No one expects him to ever get better. He's here for murder, after all.”
You give her a tight smile in return. “I’ll just have to see for myself.”
Before she can keep going, you straighten up the papers and close the folder.
“I appreciate the advice, but I must be going now,” you lie through your teeth. What bullshit! What kind of doctors run this place?
You actually hadn’t needed to be anywhere for another thirty minutes but if this conversation continued you wouldn’t be able to hold your tongue. Everyone can be saved. With compassion and kindness and help, no one was beyond redemption. Or too far gone for help.
You storm out of the breakroom and wander.
“I was hoping I’d see you again.”
Tord grins at you as he’s escorted in. His hands are cuffed and before he can sit down, the guard pats him down.
It makes your stomach churn but you keep your face kind.
“It’s nice to see you too,” you greet. You watch cautiously as he sits down in the plush chair. The guard leaves the room.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
It’s silent enough to hear the clock as the two of you study each other. He seems to drink you in, eyes wandering up and down, seeming to take in everything. You’d do the same if you weren’t a professional.
“You used to dye your hair?”
Tord raises an eyebrow. He tilts his head a little, eyes focused solely on you. It unnerves you almost as much as his file had. No patient of yours had ever stared at you so intensely in the past….
After a moment, he answers. “Yes. I fancied black quite a bit.” He gestures towards his roots. “It’s been a while since Bruce got me more dye. No one else will.”
“I could look into it,” you clasp your hands, jumping into this opportunity. “I can’t promise anything, but I’ll talk to Doctor Marksman.”
“And what do you want from me in return?”
“I’m sorry?”
His gaze hardens. “What. do. You. want.” He grinds out, his body rigid in the chair. His hands were clenched.
Without thinking, puzzlement falls across your face. What did he mean? What did you want? For him to get better, obviously.
“I want you to be at ease with your mental health,” you answer, still looking puzzled. “I don’t want anything else from this job but that. I’m not dangling hair dye in front of you in exchange. I want you to feel comfortable in your skin and at home here, Mr.Løvik.”
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
“Is that really what you want?” Tord asks, an emotion you can’t quite place in his voice. “To help me get better?”
Whatever it may be, you smile at him.
“Of course. I want nothing but to see you succeed and be happy here.”
Things were easier after that first session. You always started off kindly, asking Tord how his day was going. If his favorite show or movie had aired on the television today.If his favorite food had been served that morning or afternoon. If he slept fine through the dreadful storm.
(“I know I wasn’t,” you had laughed. “I tossed and turned, jumping at each sound all night.”
“I’m sure your boyfriend was quite displeased.”
“Oh,” you chuckle. “Well, no. I have a cat but no boyfriend. I was too busy getting my decree to ever really mingle like that. Though, my poor little man was also distraught at all the thunder last night. He yowled at my door until I let him into my room and he curled up on my bed. I’ll bring pictures next time.”)
Too well for you and only you. Tord refused to talk to anyone but you. He would sit in silence or insult other doctors during his sessions. In one instance, he broke a new doctor’s nose. The poor guy had quit on the spot, cussing Tord and the whole place out as he was escorted to the medical section.
You were tense the next few sessions but that violent man was nowhere to be found. He kept his cuffed hands right in front where you can see them at all times. He never lunged from you. In fact, barely ever moved in his chair.
Tord was easygoing. Polite, charming, even. He took any medications he needed obediently and put up no fuss when you’d have him describe in later sessions how he was feeling and if he was feeling any negative side effects.
He asked about your cat. About how your favorite show was going. If the movie you were looking forward to has come out yet. If your favorite restaurant down the street from your apartment was still closed for renovations.
Eventually, enough time had passed that you relaxed. You stopped keeping your eyes trained on his hands. You stopped worrying yourself sick about his body language. You focused on his treatments and his mental health.
If he was going to hurt me he would have done so by now, you thought to yourself after your latest session with Tord. He was doing so much better than he had been doing six months ago. It seemed as if you were really making a difference, helping him improve.
It had been three months since he last fought another patient. Two months since he assaulted another doctor. And five months since he refused treatment of any kind.
You step outside the building and take a deep breath. A dopey smile sticks to your face as you walk to your car. Becoming a doctor was the best choice you’ve ever made. Nothing was more rewarding than helping people. Not even this cloudy weather could bring you down.
In fact, nothing tried to drag your mood down. There was no traffic on the way home. Some asshole hadn’t parked in your assigned parking spot again in the parking lot of your apartment. And your sweet cat hadn’t knocked his little box over again.
You happily reheat your leftovers and watch tv for a while before you get ready for bed. Unfortunately, your mood does come crashing down.
In the middle of the night, thunder wakes you. You jolt up, scrambling for your phone. Your hands come up empty. Shit, you think. I left it charging in the kitchen. Ugh. Oh well, you don’t need to look at your phone to see it is late and storming.
Another loud sound booms through your apartment. Only this time, it sounds like a crash.
“It’s just thunder,” you tell yourself. “Nothing to be afraid of.” You lay back down. Your eyes shut and you’re just about drifting to sleep when your door creeks open.
You bolt up, knowing damn well that your cat can’t open doors and you freeze.
Your heart races as your mind tries to process just who was in front of you.
“Tord?” you whimper, hands shaking. But that can’t be. That was impossible. He was supposed to be sleeping soundly in his room with the soundproof headphones you got him. He didn’t like storms. The thunder reminded him too much of gunshots and made him restless.
Useless information floods your brain.
“I’m home, sweetheart,” he rasps. His grin is soft in the moonlight. He reaches over to flick on your bedroom light.
He’s gentle he’s kind he’s sweet he’s-
He’s covered in blood.
Tord steps forward and you’re frozen in bed. His eyes are wild as they drink you in. There’s blood on his hands. In his hair. Splatters on his face.
“Oh honey how I’ve dreamed of this,” he croons at the foot of your bed. “Your apartment is just as cute as you described.”
He grabs the edge of your blanket and pulls it off. His smile grows sappy. “You did go for the red pants like I suggested.” He giggles, staring between your legs. “I wonder if there’s a match beneath them.”
That snaps you out of your shocked stupor. You scramble off your bed, slamming your head hard against your nightstand as you try to avoid Tord’s lunging grasp.
You lay fetal on the floor, tears in your eyes as you clutch your head. “Fuck,” you hiss.
Tord clicks his tongue. He slowly climbs off your bed, crouching next to you. “My poor clumsy sweetheart.”
You feel his hands in your hair.
“What do you want?” you gasp. Fear and pain mix as you start to cry into your carpet.
His hands stroke your hair.
“You.”
With that, you’re powerless to stop him as he scoops you up into his arms. You thrash as he dumps you back onto your bed, pinning you down.
“I know you're scared but it’s ok. I’ll be gentle, my love. So gentle.”
Your mind can’t wrap your head around what’s happening. Tord isn’t supposed to be tying your wrists to your headboard. He isn’t supposed to be kissing your neck and grinding his hard arousal between your legs. He isn’t supposed to be in your home.
“Such a good girl, staying still for me,” Tord says softly as he pulls back. He slides your pants down. Disappoint clouds his eyes when he sees your panties aren’t red but it’s deepened when he pulls those down and you’re barely wet.
“It’s ok sweets. I’ll figure out what gets you going. There’s nothing to be ashamed of in needing help.”
Anger wells in your chest as Tord fishes for something in one of his pockets. How dare he. How dare he parrot your own advice back at you. As if this was a simple therapy session. As if you were the patient and he was the doctor wanting to help.
“Get off me!” you snarl. “You know this isn’t right Tord. Y-you’re sick! You need help!”
Tord stops what he’s doing to stare dead eyed at you. He plucks a clean rag off your nightstand and stuffs it into your mouth.
“Enough of that,” he scolds. “You need this as much as I do. In fact, doctors orders.”
He grins at his own twisted joke. He fishes through his pockets again and pulls out a small bottle of lube. “Yes, just what my love needs. A good thorough fuck.”
You desperately try to spit the rag out but your mouth is too dry. You twist and tug your wrists but to no avail. This was happening. Your gentle, sweet patient was going to take your virginity.
Tord carefully squirts lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together. He parts your folds, humming appreciatively as he rubs your clit.
“That’s it, my good girl. Get nice and wet for me.”
You feel sick. Against your will, his crooning and his touches stir up arousal inside you. You close your eyes as he gently fingers you as if he was searching for something.
A minute later, your eyes fly open as he jabs something horrible. Your pussy grows slick from it, pleasure building in your lower stomach.
“There it is.”
You shake your head violently. Not there, you try to plead with your eyes. Anywhere but there!
But Tord merely smiles at you and ruthlessly abuses that spot. Over and over his fingers jab and curl, rubbing it. You squeeze your eyes tight, small moans making their way out of your throat as pleasure jolts through you.. His thumb strokes your clit and you cum embarrassedly fast. You stare at the ceiling and wish you hadn’t wanted to cum at all.
“Good girl,” Tord praises. He pulls his fingers out, eying them appreciatively. He sticks them in his mouth and sucks, moaning. “So sweet. But I’m too impatient to try it from the source. You’ll have to forgive me, my love.”
Panic jolts up your spine as you feel his tip pressing against your entrance. You try to climb up your bed rest but you only achieve getting a little higher up on your pillows. Tord sighs and presses forward.
“It’ll hurt for a moment but I promise this will feel good,” Tord tries to soothe. He picks up the lube and squeezes more into his palm and strokes himself.
You hate him. You hate him with all your heart.
He pushed forward and once again, you squeezed your eyes tight. His hand roughly grabs your throat.
“Eyes on me,” he snaps. “I want to see how good I make you feel.”
The fear overturns the pain and you quickly open your eyes. He pushes further in, reaching down to run your clit.
Tord rocks his hips a little, eyes starstruck as he stares down at you. “You’re getting wetter,” he mumbles to himself. A grin spreads across his face.
His hips snap forward, setting a firm pace. He stops rubbing your clit to grab under your thighs. He lifts them up and pushes until they’re almost touching your breasts.
He thrusts harder and-
You squeal, bucking your hips as he hits that horrible spot. You can’t stop bucking your hips, jolts of pleasure stabbing your stomach and stars in your eyes.
Tord pressed closer to you, caging you in. He holds your gaze intensely, panting a little. His eyes dart between your face and your bouncing tits.
Like earlier, you cum fast. This one hits you harder. And Tord doesn’t stop.
You cum again and he pulls out. “Move and I’ll beat your ass with a belt,” he growls. He pulls out a switchblade and cuts the rope off your headboard. He’s quick to tie your wrists together.
You find yourself on your stomach, ass up. Tord firmly holds your hips. He enters again, pressing down against you. Caging you against the mattress as he pounds into your pussy hard. By the time you’re cumming again, he finally cums with you.
You’re crying by this point. Overstimulation has you cringing, your pussy tingling as he pulls out. Once again, you start to panic. Tord had come inside you. You thrash underneath him.
“Stop that,” he hisses, slapping your ass hard. You cry harder as he does it another three times. And another, until you finally go still.
You hear Tord sigh harshly. “I need to be patient with you,” he mumbles to himself. He gets off of you and you hear him leave the room.
He’s back within minutes, holding a wet hand towel. You’re gently turned over onto your back and he softly cleans you up. You can’t look at him.
“Mrrow.”
Your heart jolts. Your cat jumps onto the bed, purring as Tord pets him with his clean hand. Traitor.
“You rest while I pack,” Tord says softly. He leans down to press a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll grab everything you need and love for our new home.”
He climbs off the bed and leaves the room again. He comes back with duffel bags. Your cat paddles up to you and curls up next to you. He purrs hard as you sob your eyes out.
I AM INTERESTED PRETTY PLEASE I WANNA BE PUNISHED I WOULD LOVE TO SEE
I’m so sorry I went and dug through my old eddsworld spanking fics and it’s all cringe as fuck 😭 I thought I had some good written ones but It turns out, I only wrote the ew one’s back in 2016-2017 when I was 13 and now I’m not sure I want any of them to see the light of day.
I have one way better written ew fic that I think I wrote two years ago? It takes place in one of my robot au’s from my sfw blog, though. I could post that if you’re interested? Or even make a new thing reader based lol. Anyway! I’m so sorry man, my good fics weren’t written for eddsworld 😭
Do you think Tord would like to spank his sub? Maybe as a power play to remind them just who's in charge and who they belong to? Or as some kind of punishment?
I think he would, yes! If he let his sub be “in charge” and somewhat on top of him, I think he’d enjoy doing so to remind them that he can take it away. I’ve actually written it as punishment here but haven’t written more due to anons saying they didn’t care for it when I asked for feedback. I’d write more on it if people on here didn’t mind
edit: if anyone wants to read spanking as punishment fics i have so much in my drafts. i’ll dig through and post the good written ones if anyone’s interested
new blog! heavy work in progress, but i’ll answer requests/asks later. this one is for the darker yandere stuff, (ex: dubcon, noncon) so no one who wants to read that on here can throughly avoid it now
anon and stuff should be on
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new blog! heavy work in progress, but i’ll answer requests/asks later. this one is for the darker yandere stuff, (ex: dubcon, noncon) so no one who wants to read that on here can throughly avoid it now
anon and stuff should be on
Follow @xxdark-obsessionxx and get more of the good stuff by joining Tumblr today. Dive in!
i’m alive for the moment on this blog so here’s a general reminder! most artists and writers will post again if you send something fun and interactive. like something more than “char x reader”
I am like 90% sure you’re inactive but I love your fics so much 😭💕 you literally inspired me to make my own blog and you’re such a good writer
-🌙
Hi holy shit thank you for sending this!! This made my day!!! :D. I’m actually not fully inactive, I still post onto my sfw blog, @obsessivelyloved from time to time. Mostly eddsworld lol. This blog is just kinda dead but I’ll come back someday. I always come back
I’m glad to hear that i’ve inspired someone!! that’s always so freaking cool to see!
Thanks again for sending this ask!! I stopped posting fics on here because I wasn’t getting any feedback. It sucks shit to post into the void and I lost motivation to write sinsworld stuff.
There's a new swarm of totally real ladies with empty blogs following me, and I'm blocking and reporting them left and right.
If you are an actual human person with a brand new account trying to follow me, I urge you to please post *anything at all* on your blog so that when I go to check who the heck you are, I can tell you aren't just a bot-encrusted void. Just a simple "hello this is my lurker account I use to follow people" is enough.
*taps sign*
I am once again being haunted by ladies of questionable reality, as well as a lot of blank blogs without a custom avatar. If you are a recent arrival from the ex-parrot site with a brand new tumblr blog, I am asking you to please post ANYTHING at all on your blog, even if you're only going to lurk passively to follow people.
Otherwise, you look just like the dozens of bots I've blocked this week.
There’s just something about darlings that negotiate with their captors that I enjoy. Like, yanderes may be selfish pricks but they aren’t totally unreasonable. After all, everything they do is for your benefit, for your interest, for your desires. They want you to be happy by their side and— yes, sometimes, drastic measures must be taken, measures that you may not appreciate at this very moment, but still. It is what it is. They want you safe after all, safe from the world and safe from the jealousy and wrath you could incur if you spend another god forsaken second with another human being that wasn’t them—
Okay, off topic.
There’s no actual harm in negotiating, in even suggesting that you’d step forward and make an effort to do something, to stop being the passive one in the relationship and to be active, to be intimate. Willingly. Uncoaxed. It’s their wildest dreams.
The typical yanderes, the wide eyes, the pink hearts, the drool, the furious blushes— those guys just die when you mention it. If it’s a sexual favour (cause you are doing them a favour by taking a stance), they’d probably melt on the stop, turn to putty in your hands. They’d just about blow up the world if you so much as put a hand on their chest, seductively circle the rim of their nipple with batted eyelashes and siren eyes. Hell, they’d switch it up and probably be the one begging you to let them be the one to do whatever you’re suggesting (probably a blow job). Because yes, they would want nothing more than to have you on your knees for them, but right now, they’re so fucking hard that the only thing they can think about is pleasing you so heavenly that you ask them for things again. ‘Cause if you enjoyed the experience, you’ll ask them for more things, right?
When it comes to these yanderes, it gives you control…though they just about collar themselves up and hand you the leash. Willingly. Except, most of them are too deluded or too engrossed in the fantasy to understand or even bother with the idea that you’re using them— heck, if the idea even comes to mind, they’ll think they’re doing the right job. Use them, if you want. Exploit them. They’d do anything for you. Anything.
You could get away with anything. Autonomy? Um…I don’t think that’s the best idea— angh, hnng, djkjgg fine!! Just don’t stop!
Want to remove the chain around your ankle ‘cause it hurts too much? Why didn’t you say so! Of course they’d release you— now that they know you love them so much anyway. I mean, who would give someone a blow job so vehemently if they didn’t?
A trip to town? Well…it’s not the most ideal scenario— you want to go on a date!? With me?! I’d love that!
But yanderes that sway more to the manipulative side, the wiser end of the spectrum. They know you’re pulling something, trying to get into their good graces so you can get your way. To some of them, it irks them. How dare you think you could try to manipulate them? How dare you even attempt to? It’s a double standard, really, and highly ironic because they manipulate you a lot. To others, they find it kind of cute. You’ve never really been an active participant in this one-sided (steadily balancing out in the scales) relationship, and whilst they don’t mind it so much, it wouldn’t hurt to have you be the one to instigate intimacy.
But really, if they think about it, is this situation not beneficial to them?
Wouldn’t they get quite a bit out of it, even if it means removing one measly bit of security and “protection”? It wasn’t like they didn’t have layers and layers of security measures and the like. The chain removed from your ankle won’t help you from removing the deadbolt or succeeding in opening the outside door that required the yandere’s retinal scan.
So, like, yeah. Darling negotiating with yanderes is my vibe. I really enjoy it.
(p.s. if any of you have any oneshot/drabble ideas or smth, feel free to drop them in my inbox— I’ll overlook the fact my requests are currently closed rn).
Caretaker yanderes who don’t like you getting hurt and keeping you away from everything that could hurt you— kitchen equipment, for example. There’s no way in hell you’re going anywhere near a knife or a kettle. Leave the cooking to them, darling. If you want tea, all you have to do is ask.
Caretaker yanderes who love the idea of taking care of you, but adore the idea of you begging for them even more. Nothing comes for free with them. You want a cup of tea? Well, you’re going to have to ask really nicely or else you might just not get it. And this can extend to basic human necessities like food or water. god forbid you ever try to ignore them. you might just find yourself starving to death.
Caretaker yanderes who never let you be autonomous or independent, who prefer you docile and dependent on them.
Caretaker yanderes who do like you having some form of autonomy, because as long as they can provide for you financially and emotionally, well, they’re okay with it. Caretaker yanderes who are smart and wise and know that stripping away your autonomy isn’t really the best choice of action and that it’s better for you to have some control, which makes it easier for them to steer you in whichever direction they want because you’re not constantly fighting for it.
Caretaker yanderes who aren’t necessarily delusional, who know that what they’re doing is bad and you probably 100% don’t like it— but it’s what they want, so who cares what you think? They’ll be taking care of you, anyway. It’s a win-win.
Caretaker yanderes who are delusional, who think that your denial and reluctance to take anything from them is a sign that they’re a bad guardian/carer. Who then up the anty and do their very best to attend to your every need, without ever knowing that they’re doing the opposite of what you want.
Caretaker yanderes whose idea of “taking care of their darling” extends to sexual desires, too. Who enjoy the idea (and follows through) of waking you up with them between your legs, eating/blowing you out viciously, swallowing your juices and your liquids like it’s their lifeline. Who thinks that an orgasm a day keeps the doctor away.
Caretaker yanderes who drug you in order to get you sleepy and unconscious so that they can take care of you more easily.
Caretaker yanderes who drug you out of necessity because you’re a danger to yourself when you’re conscious, always trying to escape and rebel and really hurting their feelings—the last thing you need is to make them upset and when they get angry, they get angry.
Caretaker yanderes who purposefully pump you with drugs to make you sick ‘cause they get off on taking care of you. There’s just something about you needing them for every single minuscule action, like getting out of bed and into a wheelchair, being steered around the house, the directions and location under their complete control.
Caretaker yanderes who tie you up when you’re a danger to yourself, who cuff your arms to the bed and delight in the fact that they have to feed you in order for you to eat.
Caretaker yanderes who’ve had enough of your struggling and rejection that they revoke all your “privileges” - like being alone, entertainment, any autonomy you might have, heck even using actual plates and metal cutlery. You want to be naughty? Fine. Do it with a flimsy paper plate that may or may not drop hot food onto your body if held incorrectly— “Oh, look what you’ve done now, my dear. I told you to be careful, didn’t I? Maybe some discipline might be in order now?”
Caretaker yanderes who don’t hesitate to threaten or actually follow through with shoving a tube down your throat or up your nose to feed you the nutrients you need once you continuously reject their food. “I never wanted to do this, my love, but you left me with no choice.”
Caretaker yanderes who treat you like a prisoner, forcing you to wear blindfolds to prevent you from running away or escaping. Who lock you in cold dark corners, where you can barely see anything, but they still expect you to listen and obey them and keep quiet while they get what they need done and dusted. Who don’t treat you like the princess you are but make sure you’re still alive because well, they need someone to take care of and who better than you?
Caretaker yanderes who don’t give a shit whether or not you get what you want, who just want you to stop making noise and get along with it or at least act as though you are happy to see them. Who make you feel dirty, disgusting, unappealing and unloved, but then still takes care of you anyway because who else could love you and care for you but them?
Caretaker yanderes who are wise and intelligent and know that you’re trying to manipulate them, but hey, you’re the one being active right now, the one initiating cuddles or physical touch— and if it means that you’re willingly, uncoaxedly talking to them, they’d just about let you get away with anything. Besides, you’re not leaving anyway. What’s the problem with you having a little autonomy anyway?
Something Nsfw when one of the guys, your choice, switches bodies with their S/O?
I picked Tom and Reader's gender-neutral but I gave them female parts. They're both swapped but still refer to their actions in each other's body's as their own like, "Tom turns his head" which means "your head". I hope this makes sense! Thanks for the request <3
Not ever in his life has he ever felt so empty between his legs. And he doesn’t mean that in a sexual way since you haven’t given him the all clear yet. If you will, anyway. Just because the two of you have forcibly swapped bodies on an adventure didn’t mean Tom was going to do anything to your body that you weren’t comfortable with.
And vice-versa with you.
Since the two of you had no idea what to do and didn’t want to unintentionally violate each other, you both sat side by side on the couch. If Tom could ignore everything different about ‘his’ body, it’d be a lot nicer. He supposed you were probably having the same problem.
He glanced at you, before turning his, your?, head and staring at your crotch wide-eyed.
“You have a boner,” he breathed. Your, his?, face turned bright red and he threw his head back to laugh. You looked so embarrassed and confused. It was kinda adorable, although it was his face.
“Stop laughing,” you hissed. “I’ve never had a dick before! How was I supposed to know that thinking about you would do this?”
Tom hunches over himself laughing. “Why do you think I fuck you so often,” he wheezes. “I always get hard when I think of you, how I wanna take care of your pretty pussy and kiss you.”
Your hands fly to cover your crotch and. Oh wow, the tent grew bigger.
Tom chuckled a bit more, forcing himself to get it out of his system. The sight of you all flustered and trying to hide your arousal was stirring something in his own lower regions. He felt. A little hot. The front end of his… What was even throbbing right now? He wasn’t sure but something above his hole was starting to pulse and his walls clenched around nothing.
Alright, it was safe to say that he could now explore your body this way. Find out what really made you feel good. But he has a better idea for right now.
He quickly stands up from the couch and is in your lap. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, he grinds down and cooes, “Let me help you take care of that, sweetheart.”
If your still doing asks, how about polyworld where tord edd and Matt wanna keep Tom locked away in their home, specifically in bed so he never has to worry about getting up or being uncomfortable? Maybe NSFW if your for it?
Thank you for the request! <3 Really hope this doesn't flow weird lol.
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His boyfriends had really gone off the deep end this time. This was past them being weird, this was straight up kidnapping. If you ignore the fact that he already lives here and what not.
“Oh relax you drama queen,” Tord said as he rolled his eyes. “We’re just helping you de-stress from work.” He nuzzled his cheek into Tom’s hair. His hand slipped under Tom’s shirt, rubbing small circles on him.
“Doesn’t mean that I have to be happy about being banished from stepping outside,” Tom grumbled. He leaned into Tord’s touch but didn’t say anything else.
Tord’s hand dipped lower, resting on Tom’s thigh.
“But we can have so much fun here.” Tord’s voice lowered as he said, “Wouldn’t you like it if I played with your pretty cock? Got you nice and needy for me, ready to take all of us?”
His hand dipped under Tom’s pants to slowly pump him, getting him hard..
Tom gripped Tord’s hoodie, slightly moving his hips.
“You sure know how to sweet talk me. I have a, ah, feeling that you’re just buttering me up for something.”
Tord chuckles and sits up. He re-adjusts Tom so he’s laying on his back, with his pants and underwear pulled to his knees.
“Perhaps. But can’t I just want to take care of my darling boyfriend?”
“No.”
Tord clicks his tongue but says nothing else. He just gives Tom a smile as he lowers himself on his elbows and takes Tom in his mouth.
Immediately, Tom’s hands shoot out to grasp Tord’s hair as his boyfriend wastes no time swirling his tongue and sucking.
He loudly moans and afterward, he hears footsteps coming towards his room.
Edd pushes his door open with Matt right behind him.
“Aw, you got started without us?” Matt whines.
Tord pulls off, giving Tom a quick kiss on his cock before he turns around to face their other two boyfriends.
“What can I say, I just wanted to warm him up.”
"Well, it's my turn. Shoo." Matt pushes Tord aside and takes his place between Tom’s legs. He gives him a big smile before his mouth is wrapped around Tom’s cock.
Tom squeezes his eyes shut as he quietly moans.
“You poor thing,” Edd says fondly as he sits next to him. “Do you want to cum?”
Tom mumbles something as Edd holds his hand.
“What was that dear? Can you repeat that for me?”
“Yes!” Tom groans. “Please!”
Tord leans over and slides his hands up Tom’s shirt. His fingers lightly circle his nipples as he smirks and says, “Mhm, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Tom groans. His hips buck up, and Matt swallows before he’s sitting back up.
“Good boy, you’re doing so well!” He praises. Matt moves off the bed and switches places with Edd.
“Wait, again?” Tom asks, alarm on his face.
“Of course, you love it, don’t you?”
Tom isn’t given a chance to respond before Edd is pleasuring him. He throws his head back and his legs jerk up as if he’s trying to get away.
Tord removes his hands from Tom’s nipples to hold him down. “Ah, no you don’t. You’re going to continue being a good boy and let Edd taste you. And then,” he smirks, leaning down to quickly kiss Tom. “I’m going to finish what I started. Perhaps then, we’ll open you up to take our cocks.”
And with that, Tom throws his head back. They’d stop if he really wanted them to, but he doesn’t want them to. The thought of each of his boyfriends taking turns fucking him makes him harden even more. He has a long day ahead of him, which ends with him sleeping in between his boyfriends, exhausted.
He’s out before he ever notices the meaningful looks they give each other.
