Hi! If you couldn't tell, this is a yandere blog and does contain Dark Themes, more specifically, noncon and dubcon fics. So please heed that warning. I do not support or condone these things in real life.
Again! this blog is only for dubcon and noncon fics. Normal yandere nsfw will be on @obsessive-sin :) and I take requests on there too. SFW yandere fics are on @obsessivelyloved. Requests are open on that blog as well and I sometimes write for other fandoms.
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 and/or want reader to have specific genitalia, 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)
- 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, cuts them, kills them, etc.)
-Yandere hating their person of obsession (if it starts out as hatred in the beginning but morphs to love, that's acceptable)
I’m so sorry to disappoint you guys. I have part of a Tord fic written but I’ve been dealing with heavy mental illness, I’m not sure when I’ll be able to post fics again
greetings dick havers! can it twitch. is that a thing it can do? Or am I sounding absolutely insane when i write "Tord's cock twitches in his jeans" LMFAO
I know this is the Dark Blog but would it be too jarring if I got a bit vulgar in a fic 😭? I'm finally getting around to a Tord request and I'm making him mean. I'll put a drabble of what I'm thinking of under a read more. I'd appreciate any asks letting me know because this is going to set the tone of the rest of the fic if I decide to make Tord get meaner and meaner in this fic.
Now it just made him agitated. He was tired of getting off with his fist. Nothing compared to a good fuck, where he could sink into a bitch’s hot hole. It never mattered how experienced his hookups were, Tord always left them screaming. He had faint scratches on his back and chest from those days, before he started dating you. He almost missed the days he could go to clubs or bars to scratch that itch, to empty his balls in some stranger or the whores who knew how experienced he was in bed.
Tord loved you with all his heart. You were far from his usual hookups. He wanted to be sweet with you. Never violent. And that what was truly driving him absolutely fucking insane. You were better than those whores. Tord knew he could make you feel good, could have you crying in pleasure on his cock. But you wouldn’t let him.
No matter what he tried, how casually or romantically he’d tried to lead you to let him take your virginity, you refused.
Tord went silent after you broached the question. His mouth was a hard line and he kept his eyes downward at his hands. His jaw clenched.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to answer,” you say gently. “I’m sorry for pushing.”
He shakes his head. “No, no… It’s alright. I understand talking about what happened is supposed to….” he trails off again. A small tight smile appears on his face as he looks up at you. “Help me get better.”
Tord takes a deep breath and sits up straight. “I hadn’t meant to kill Jon. Really, I hadn’t. Poor guy was just at the wrong place, wrong time, when my flatmate and I… were having a drunken sprawl.”
You nodded, trying to keep an encouraging expression. “And Jon was your… neighbor?”
“Yes. He was the nicer one. It’s a shame that it was him and not one of the other three. They were a near constant pain in my ass. One of them was always upsetting my…” Tord grows quiet as remorse crosses his face. “Edd still hasn’t visited?”
You shake your head. Guilt crosses your face as your eyes dart to the reinforced window of the room. The guard wasn’t paying attention. You clasp your hands and lean forward, elbows resting on your knees. In a hushed voice, you rush out, “I’m not supposed to tell you this, but I think you deserve to know what happened. He’s still being kept in the institute up north. Him and… Tom. Matt’s family took him in and he’s under housewatch.”
Relief and anger flash side by side on Tord’s face. “I told them that Edd and Tom had nothing to do with my decision,” he says through gritted teeth. His voice rises with anger. “I told them that that prick Eduardo started the whole damn thing when he-” he cuts off, giving you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t yell.”
You both sit in tense silence. Then, he opens his mouth again. “I wasn’t trying to kill Tom. We didn’t always see eye to eye, but I’ve never wanted to kill him. That night, we both just… had too much to drink. So we took our fight outside. And, well, you know the rest.”
You nervously tap your thumbs. As much as you hated to push, this was more than Tord had ever spoken about that night. “I-I’d like to hear it from you, in your own words. If you feel up to it, that is.”
Tord frowns. He reaches up to scratch the scar on his face.
“Well, Eduardo came outside. Yelled at us to take our, and please excuse me for using this word, fag fight inside. Edd had been hovering next to the living room window and he rushed outside. Of course Eduardo couldn’t keep his mouth shut. His whole damn posse came out and egged him on. He…” Tord rubs his face. “It’s hard to remember, you understand? I was drunk. All I can gather is he insulted Edd. Called him nasty things. So I pulled my gun out and shot him.”
You take a sharp breath of air. “Except it hit Jon instead.”
I posted the psych ward fic on ao3. I added a new scene and added a bit more to the nsfw. There’s a couple weird ass paragraph forming but it’s nothing major/annoying so I’ll fix it after work.
Wolf in Sheep's Clothing (3881 words) by YandereWriter
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Eddsworld - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Tord (Eddsworld)/Reader
Characters: Tord (Eddsworld), Tom (Eddsworld) mentioned, Edd (Eddsworld) mentioned, Matt (Eddsworld) mentioned, Reader
Additional Tags: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Murder, Overstimulation, Possessive Sex, Minor Character Death, Kidnapping, fem!reader - Freeform
Summary:
Anon asks: 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"
uhmm i'm sorry but do you have another account?there is another fic from another account that is half of your psych ward patient tord.it like has the exact banner too.
Yes, that’s also mine!! @obsessivelyloved is my blog for my sfw fics. I have two nsfw blogs (this and @obsessive-sin ). This blog is for darker fics like dubcon and noncon, and the sin one is just for “normal” nsfw. I had to make two because a lot of people ignore the fact that my sin blog is a yandere blog and means I like writing dark stuff. I’ve also been harassed in the past because people really don’t know how to read content warnings on fics and ignore themor think about how dark yandere nsfw fics typically are.
I used to write nsfw on @obsessivelyloved but too many minors follow that blog so I made separate blogs. Which is why that blog only has half of the psych ward fic, the sfw part lol.
I really appreciate you sending this ask though! Thank you so much for checking if that was me or not :D
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.
Hi!! I’m doing ok :D <3. I’ve been going insane over the new Tord clip on the ew twitter. I’ve also reawakened my love for yugioh (s0/the early manga) so i’ve been going down the rabbit hole of reading my old writings and trying to find fanfics similar to what i’ve written
