#sinsworld

[xxdark-obsessionxx]

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.

[wqkzya]

oh sorry....... i like Tord with a pussy🥺

[zackieboyo]

Shipping Dynamics(has NSFW bits, can be ignored)

this template is pretty dense, which I like, so I did it with my top 3 ships!

important note(s):

1) ages and personality are based off the time they start dating(it's in small text at the top but idk if everyone can read that), so changes between paultord and tordmatt are bc of that

2) I made a mistake in the tomedd one thing they would change section. Remove the "never" lol, always something with me 💀

blank template(by @/ShyCustis on twt):

[rozpustaa]

Part 8

TEXT:

- What have i done?

- Why did i let my feelings slip away? This was never supposed to happen. I was suppose to hate him.

- (I’m so stupid. I allowed it. I like it. I shouldn’t. He fucked me. My first time with him)

[iloveyousomuchxoxoxo]

Hey there! I saw ya post and uh wondered if I could request Tom smut.

A one shot where reader and Tom sorta hate eachother but always have this sexual tension, and one day when the group was bored and decided to host a "party" (it was js them watching movies and not really paying attention to it with junk food and soft drinks)

After Edd n Matt go to bed Reader and Tom are left Drunk outta their minds, so yknow they decided to start insulting each other but Tom accidentally lets his real feelings slip and called Reader Hot or smth and they start uh doin the thingy yknow. Sorry if this is long

Fem reader if that's alright! Also I'm sorry if this is too specific but can reader also be around Tom's height? Thanks!

| " Hate and lust are so similar "

AUGH I LOVE THIS??? Sorry it took me so long to see this-- been without a monitor for a little while. Hope you like this! NSFW ;; MDNI !! Tom x FEM!Reader ( P in v, switch!Tom + Switch!Reader, degrading + praise, hate sex(? Maybe?), hair pulling, drunk sex ) okay so this has been ROTTING IN MY DRAFTS FOREVER,,,, and i dont have the motivation to continue it so im posting it as is, if people like it i'll probably finish it

Tom, with his weird black eyes, ugly brown hair, and a smile that made you weak in the knees with.. disgust. You hated him, really. Hated him so much. Though you didn't know much about Tord (you had moved in after the mysterious Norge left), you could understand why he supposedly hated him.

And Tom hated you, too! So it was justified.

"..Ugh, fine." You groaned at Matt, who was stood in front of you, bright eyes sparkling as he had been begging you to get out of your room to hangout with everyone. Including Tom. But, he had promised free drinks.

"Great!" Matt exclaimed, grabbing your hand and dragging you excitedly to the living room. Whoa, Matt and Edd had gone all out, huh? The table was filled to the brim with an assortment of snacks, and beverages, both alcoholic, and regular.

When your eyes settled on the familiar brunette, you felt a pang of annoyance hit you. To be honest, you had forgotten Tom would be here too.

"Oh, great," Tom's voice drawled out, "the local douche is here. Y'not gonna ruin this for all of us, right?" A sigh emerged from Edd, and Matt rolled his eyes. You weren't as amused as Tom seemed to be.

"I should be asking you that, fuckass," you countered in a huff, walking to the very opposite side of the couch and plopping down.

Despite the few quarrels between Tom and yourself, the night had been going surprisingly well! You and Tom had even agreed on something; choice of drink. Smirnoff. It was obvious, you two were clearly drunk off your asses.

"Shouldn't you.. slow down?" Matt offered meekly, brows furrowing. You scoffed loudly, flinging your arms up. "At least drink some water, Y/N!" he demanded, thrusting a bottle of water at you.

With some argument you took the water and downed around half of it. Then chased it with another shot. Matt, clearly frustrated, stormed off. He tended to get pissy when he wasn't listened to, after all. Edd called out to Matt, before following, leaving Tom and you alone. What would usually be your worst nightmare.

But tonight it seemed.. different.

"Ain't Matt such a buzz kill?" you asked Tom, laughing. A chuckle escaped the brit and he nodded, "Always and forever." The two of you cracked up in laughter.

Then, Tom's face turned sour, as if he had tasted something foul. "Shu-- shut up! Yer' laugh is so annoying." You were taken aback, your expression turning less than happy as well. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Y/N! Your voice is annoying, every'hing about you s'annoying!" He threw his arms up, as if to somehow make his point more convincing. "So I'm annoying? At least I don't look like a freak!"

The two of you shot back and fourth insults at each other.

"Well-- well YOU sound stupid, stuttering all the time!" You hissed, scowling at Tom, lips curled in a sneer. Did Tom tend to stutter? Not exactly, but sometimes when it was just you too, he'd slip up over his words.

"It's not my fault you're so hot!" He countered, before stopping, going bright red.

You weren't sure if it was the drinks getting to you, or the fact your heart skipped a beat when he had said that-- but you felt an odd feeling collecting at your core. "..You think m'hot?" You asked as carefully as you could.

Shamefully, Tom nodded.

With rather quick movements, you found yourself on Tom's lap, peering down at him expectantly. "Holy fuck-!" He gasped, hands instinctively flying out to grab hold of your waist. "Did you really mean it? Or-- or was it the.. y'know," you nodded towards the empty cans lying around.

A small huff escaped Tom, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. Deciding that, 'what the hell, I've already come this far', you immediately kissed back, your hands resting themselves on Tom's face. You felt the brit's teeth nip at your lower lip- silently asking for permisson.

You hummed against his lips, not opening your mouth in the slightest. This seemed to annoy him, and his hand snaked around to your back, sliding down ever so slowly. He squeezed hard on the plush of your ass and it caused your breath to hitch, a small gasp escaping you as your back arched.

Tom took the opportunity and shoved his tongue into your mouth, his hands letting up their tight grip on you slightly. After a bit of tongue wrestling, you eventually began to feel something poke at you from underneath.

When you pulled away from Tom, a small string of saliva connected your lips, and the sight made the thing poking you become harder. A grin spread across your face, and you rolled your hips ever so slightly. "Y-- Y/N!" Tom gasped, his hips bucking up slightly, thrusting against you.

Feigning innocence, you cocked your head to the side and raised an eyebrow. "What?" Tom whined as you continued to roll your hips on him, his hips rutting up for any sort of friction on his aching member. He didn't care what stimulation or friction it was-- he just needed something. Anything.

"Quit teasing me, fuckin' whore.." he murmured, clenching onto your ass tightly. You chuckled, shaking your head. "I dunno, your pretty mean to me-- a lot."

Typically you assumed you'd be disgusted at the idea of doing anything like this with Tom of all people.. but the way he looked up at you, his boner rubbing up against you, expression glazed with need, and lust; it made you want him, badly. Feeling your resolve buckle, you swiftly made to unzipping Tom's pants- an action that clearly surprised the drunk.

[coco-and-creame]

NSFW Alphabet - Edd

He’s my favorite AHHHHHHHH I love him so much AGHHHHHHHDBDHDJDJ

Content: no pronouns used but reader has a vagina; that’s it lol this one isn’t too crazy.

A - aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

I think he’s one of the most attentive partners you could have! He asks you directly what he can do for you while he’s cleaning you up a bit with a warm towel. He’ll give you anything you ask for, whether it be food, water, a shower, something funny to watch, or to just cuddle and be together.

B - body part (his fav on you and his fav on himself)

On himself, Edd likes his hands. He uses them a lot since he’s an artist, and he’s very good with them. He loves watching you stretch out around his thicker fingers when he fucks you with them. They’re just very large and strong, and he loves how he can hold you down with them and grip different parts of your body. His hands just hold so much power, and he knows you love them too.

On you, he loves your legs. Mostly your thighs, but really all of your legs. He loves when you wear things that show them off and has a tendency to kiss you from your ankles alllllll the way up before he eats you out.

C - cum (anything to do with cum)

Unless you’re actively trying for a baby or it’s a really special occasion, he avoids cumming inside of you so there’s a lower chance of any surprises. But goddd if it isn’t his favorite thing in the world. He enjoys finishing on your thighs or stomach but nothing compares to how it feels to paint your insides. He thinks it’s partly a possessive thing - seeing his cum drip out of you makes him feel like only he could ever do this, like he’ll be the only one to ever claim you that way and it drives him insaneeee.

D - dirty secret (a dirty secret of his)

He has lots of… less than innocent drawings of you. Just don��t look in his sketchbooks if you don’t want to find out.

E - experience (how experienced is he?)

You’re definitely not his first, but there haven’t been many before you. I’d say he’s had three or four previous partners before you and he clearly learned a lot from them! He’s a very attentive lover and a quick learner. He pays attention to what you like and don’t like, and he’ll check in with you often to make sure you’re enjoying yourself.

F - favorite position (self explanatory)

He is a doggy and prone bone LOVERRRRR. Literally anything that allows him to look at and grab your ass. He’s an ass man and these give him a great view!! He loves how deep he can get in either position, and especially likes being able to put his full weight on top of you in prone bone. He won’t hurt you, but he knows you like being pressed up against each other like that and it gives him easy access to kiss your neck and talk in your ear. It also makes him feel hugeee because he easily covers your entire body.

G - goofy (is he more funny or serious in the moment?)

I think he’s a good mix of both! He loves to make you laugh but is capable of ruining you in the next second. He’s aware that sex is funny sometimes (especially if something isn’t going as planned) and will take advantage of that, but not to the point where it ruins the mood.

H - hair (anything to do with hair)

He doesn’t shave but keeps it in check. He keeps it trimmed fairly short and is pretty good about maintaining it, but he doesn’t mind shaving if you ask him to.

He couldn’t care less about whether or not you shave because either way he is IN THEREE. Truly does not have a preference and will tell you how pretty you look no matter what. He just wants you to feel confident in yourself, so he likes whatever you like!

I - intimacy (how is he with the romantic aspect?)

He is very tender and loving. Not to be mistaken with gentle. He could be fucking the life out of you but you can still tell he’s doing it with soooo much adoration for you. This man worships the ground you walk on. He kisses every inch of your skin and tells you how incredibly beautiful you are to him because he means it! Plans out super romantic sex for anniversaries and your birthday. He’s the type of man to hit you with the trail of rose petals and candlelight before fucking your brains out just because he loves you!

J - jack off (anything to do with masturbation)

He has a pretty high sex drive so depending on how much he gets to see you, he jerks off fairly often. He doesn’t like porn but has an album in his phone full of pictures you’ve sent him or the two of you together. Sometimes if he knows you’re not busy but can’t be with you for some reason he’ll call you for phone sex because the sound of your voice helps him get off. Bonus points if you’re touching yourself at the same time.

K - kink (a kink of his)

SIZE. KINK. My man is tall and chubby and he LOVES being bigger than you. He’s also really strong because of his powers and loves showing off that strength in bed! A big fan of a mating press because it’s just so easy to fold you in half! Even if you’re tall or plus sized he is so so strong and the way he handles you makes it seem like you’re tiny. He’s just. Huge. So you probably are small compared to him, no matter what.

This extends to how big his dick is as well - he’s thick and seeing the way you literally stretch around him drives him insane.

L - location (his favorite place to do it)

Edd likes to have you in bed, away from anyone else’s eyes or other distractions. He likes having the space to kinda toss you around and wants you to be as comfortable as possible. Sometimes if the roommates aren’t home and he knows he has you all alone he’ll maybe have you on the couch or on the counter, but ultimately he’s gonna want to have you in bed, which also makes aftercare and cleanup easier!

M - motivation (what gets him going)

Uhh, the wind? Anything you do has this man bricked up. Wearing his clothes? Doing your makeup? Talking? Laughing? Bending over? Kissing him? He’s ready. Everything you do is sexy to him. He does especially love when you initiate though. You coming to him and letting him know you’re in the mood will always do it for him. He likes to feel wanted by you, so tell him you want him! If you come up behind him while he’s doing something and start rubbing his shoulders while you whisper in his ear he will take you to bed as soon as humanly possible.

N - no (something he won’t do)

I feel like he isn’t into degradation at all. He thinks it doesn’t feel natural and why would he want to be mean to you anyway? He doesn’t mean any of that, so why would he say it? The most you could get out of him is him calling you a slut or something but even then it takes some convincing and he’ll only do it if he’s absolutely positive you want it. He has moral qualms with slut shaming and doesn’t really like calling you anything in that vain.

O - oral (preference on giving or receiving)

Eater! Munch! Face seat! This guy LOVES eating pussy and could genuinely die happy between your thighs. Don’t get me wrong, he likes receiving, but he absolutely adores making you cum on his tongue. He’s waking you up with it and putting you to sleep with it. If he grew facial hair he’d be one of those guys that has bleached patches because he is just alwayyyssss eating you out. He likes having you sit on his face and will pull you down onto his mouth if you start to lift your hips. Argue with the wall he is a MUNCH!

P - pace (fast, slow, stamina, etc)

He has a lot of stamina and can and will go for multiple rounds, he tends to go fast and deep. No matter how insatiable you could be, he delivers and satisfies. He never ever finishes before you because he’s a gentleman! If he does get tired and you want more he’ll happily use his mouth or fingers until you’re satisfied.

R - risk (is he game to experiment or take risks?)

He has no problem trying new things but it’s usually something brought up by you. He knows what he likes and doesn’t typically feel the need to switch things up unless you express that desire. He isn’t particularly risky (e.g public sex) but he’s happy to experiment privately! Sometimes he’ll see a video or article about something you haven’t tried together and send it to you in case it was something you were afraid to bring up. He wants you to be able to tell him about the things you’re curious about so you can try them together, and he isn’t particularly bothered if it doesn’t work out!

S - stamina (how many rounds can he go?)

Like I said, he has a lot of stamina and can usually go for multiple rounds. You guys have sex often so there’s usually no need for more rounds but again, he delivers and satisfies. Whatever you need, he’s willing to give! He can get overstimulated easily though so sometimes he’ll need some downtime in between!

T - toys (does he own toys? does he use them?)

He owns one fleshlight from before you got together but hardly ever uses it. Once in a blue moon if you’ve been apart for a long time he’ll bring it out but he usually doesn’t feel the need to. He doesn’t mind using toys together but I don’t think he necessarily goes out of his way to do so! But uh if he catches you using one he’s finishing you off with it before fucking you himself.

U - unfair (how much does he like to tease?)

Edd spoils you and he knows it but he doesn’t really care. In his eyes, you deserve it! He doesn’t tease you too much because if you even give him the slightest signal that you want something he’s folding immediately. He just wants to make you happy! He’s not a fan of orgasm denial, he much prefers to overstimulate you if anything.

V - volume (how loud is he?)

Like I said before he’s all in your ear. I wouldn’t say he’s loud but he’s very vocal. He moans so so so pretty and gets louder when he cums. He’s fairly talkative as well, he tells you alllll about how good your pussy feels and how good you’re taking him. He’s capable of being quiet but why would he be? He wants you to know how good you make him feel so why would he ever hold it back? He doesn’t understand guys who are quiet in bed and never has. He loves to tell you how much he adores you when he’s giving you the dicking down of the century and he thinks it’s cute when you get all flustered from it!

W - wild card (random headcanon)

He whines if you pull his hair. That’s it.

X - x-ray (what’s going on underneath those clothes?)

Whew. 7.5 inches hard and soooo thick and heavy. Slightly thicker just below the tip. He has a few prominent veins and the tip is slightly pink and he leaks a lot of pre, especially when you start touching him. It’s so so pretty just like the rest of him!

Y - yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

High!!! He’s crazy about you and genuinely always wants to be touching you. If you’re living with him, you probably have sex four or five times a week on average. He specifically makes time for it, even if your schedules clash. He wants you to know how much he appreciates you and shows it through world ending orgasms!

Z - zzz (how fast does he fall asleep afterwards?)

He gets a short little burst of energy directly afterwards, which he uses to clean up and get you taken care of in any way you might need. But honestly, he is crashing not long after. He puts a lot of effort in! Once he’s sure you’re comfortable he is knocked out in minutes and sleeps like the dead. He gets great sleep because if you’re around, you’re basically fucking each other to sleep most nights!

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can I request an nsfw fic with Matt x an amab reader, preferable with some kind of praise aspect maybe? thank you

I've never actually written Matt NSFW, or amab reader so this should be fun to write!! I'd really like some feedback on this, as I'm not the best at writing. To be honest, I wasn't sure if you wanted Matt to be praised or for reader to be praised so I DID BOTH ALSO I'M A FEMALE SO I DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT HOW BONERS N' STUFF WORK SO PLSSS BARE WITH ME </3

" Sweetheart " Matt X reader, amab NSFW. Warnings; MLM, established relationship, handjob (m receiving) (obvi), NSFW, oral 3rd person PoV Fluff NSFW

The house was oddly quiet. Living in 27 Durdam lane was hardly quiet, today being the exception, Matt supposed. Speaking of the ginger brit, he sat on the large muted red couch - legs streched out. On the TV played some show. 'The Children', was it? Not that it mattered to him; as he were just waiting for you, {Y/N}.

You had gone out for some job interview, not really explaining more before you kissed him on the cheek and happily trotted away.

At this point, Matt weren't sure how long you'd been gone, but now and again he would check his phone to see if you had texted him -even if his phone hadn't buzzed.

Rather suddenly, startling the brit, the door swung open and banged against the wall beside it with a bang. His head swirled around to look wide eyed at the door -- only to see a disgruntled looking {Y/N}, your brows furrowed in anger. "Oh-! {N/N}!" Matt exclaimed, his face immediately lighting up.

Truth be told, your face had lit up as well. Seeing your boyfriend was always a nice thing. Sluggishly, you made your way to Matt, and plopped down next to him lazily, "Hello, babe.." was your tired reply.

Matt chuckled, leaning his head on your shoulder. "Rough time?" He asked, cocking up an eyebrow.

"Very." (NSFW BELOW THE CUT.)

Wrapping an arm around you, Matt allowed his hands to wander down your torso, causing a shiver to run up your spine, "Someone's handsy.." you mumbled, a soft smile appearing across your face. "Maybe I missed you." Matt huffed, squeezing your side gingerly, "Damn-!" You jumped slightly, stifling a laugh. "You have an interesting way of showing me that you missed me, Mattie!" You retorted light-heartedly.

Matt merely laughed, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. "..Y'knowww," Matt began, a mischevious glint in his eyes he couldn't hide once you met his gaze with your own. "you've been so good for me, I think you deserve a reward, no?"

His hand trailed lazy circles on your lower stomach, before Matt allowed his hand to dip inside of your shirt, rubbing the are right above the waist line of your pants.

Your breath hitched, and you could feel your cock begin to harden. Matt wasn't usually this.. forward. Of course he had his moments like this -- mostly everyone did.

But for some reason, it made your little mind spin, and arch back ever so slightly. "Do I have your consent?" He finally questioned, fingertips daring to dip lower to run along the edge of your boxers, which were now seeming awfully constrictive.

Quickly you nodded, eager to get rid of the offending articles of clothing blocking your skin from Matt's soft hands.

Your boyfriends response was a mere chuckle.

In a flash your pants, and boxers, were removed. Your was cock stood up erected. "Oh look at you, so handsome.." Matt crooned, wrapping his soft hands around your shaft. His thumb swirled around the top of your tip, smearing the pre-cum.

He began dragging his hand up and down your cock, drinking ever noise you'd spill out. "Fuck, Matt- you're doing s'good.." you mumbed breathessly, hips moving to thrust into Matt's hand.

So close.

You were so very, very close.

But suddenly, Matt's hand was gone, and you choked out a confused, unsastisfied whine. Your only reply from Matt was a low chuckle, before hs slid off of the couch and onto the ground.

All the air caught in your throat as your gaze landed on Matt, face inches away from your, now twitching, cock. He gave an expiremental lick to the side of your member -- causing you to let out a low groan.

Soon enough, Matt was forcing your dick to hit th back of is throat, gazing up at you from through his eyelashes. Silently adoring every noise that escaped you, "Fuck-- you-" you spluttered, tilting your head back,

"Your so good-- so, so good-!"

That was all that could escape you, before your hips bucked, climax hitting you like a train, cum shooting down Matt's throat-- who happily swaowed.

"Feel better?" Matt asked you once he had grabbed a tissue, cleaned you up, and put your clothes back on. All you could reply with was an incoherent mumble and a nod, a tired sme on your face.

"Good!" Matt kissed your cheek, sitting next to you.

[xxdark-obsessionxx]

Could you write something with Tord maybe fingering the reader while forcing them to look in the mirror as he does it?

Tord’s trying to prove how good they look together and that they belong together.

Dub/noncon

Thanks for the request!!

CW: Noncon, Implied kidnapping, Tord fingers reader.

Reader is fem in this one.

This is a work of fiction and I do not condone or support scenarios like this in real life.

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You hate how good his fingers feel inside you. Shame bubbles in your stomach alongside the arousal. Logically you knew the lube was why he was able to slip a finger in so easily, but your traitorous body didn’t get the memo. All it took was two fingers curling inside you, hitting a button, and the floodgates opened. 

“Good girl,” Tord crooned. “See how good this feels?” 

You can’t help but dart your eyes away. You didn’t want to look at how wet you were in the mirror. How your slick was dripping off his hand. 

A sharp slap to your thigh makes you remember why you had to keep seeing the sight anyway. 

“Eyes up front,” Tord snaps, using his free hand to grasp your throat. It’s barely any pressure but it still has your heart racing. You don’t want to find out if he’ll actually strangle you so you stare at the mirror. 

Heat crawls up your spine as you watch his hand sink back between your spread legs. Shame, embarrassment, and arousal go round and round your brain. A vicious cycle. 

You can’t help but curl into yourself, into Tord’s hand, as his fingers curl back into that horrible spot and his thumb circles your clit. Drool drips from the ball gag but he doesn’t care. His eyes are solely focused on the mirror, between your legs. His fingers move faster, jabbing and rubbing. 

“No,” you try to protest. It sounds like a moan. Or maybe it was one. You just can’t help it. Your pussy walls flutter and pulse around Tord’s fingers. You shake your head, drool dripping onto your stomach. 

Tord chuckles. His pace doesn’t waiver. Instead, he turns his gaze from the mirror and kisses your cheek. You keep your eyes on your stomach, low enough to where it looks like you're seeing what he wants you to. 

But his free hand returns to your neck. It crawls up to your jaw, lifting your head up. He meets your eyes in the mirror. You don’t dare look away. 

“Cum for me.” 

His voice is rough and you feel his own arousal against your lower back. 

You have no choice. You buck against his hand, whining and moaning as he speeds up. Your pussy squeezes his fingers tight as white-hot pleasure floods through your stomach, down. His fingers squelched as he slowed down. 

You felt disgusting. You’re still looking at him. 

“Good girl. Oh you were such a good girl. Look how pretty your mess is.” 

Tord’s fingers slip out of you and he raises his hand to show you the mess you made on his fingers. 

“We’re perfect for each other. It’s like your little pussy was made just for me.” 

You don’t dare move an inch. It’s not like you can talk, but you don’t want to nod either. As much as you want to, disagreeing with your captor is what got you into this damn mess in the first place. You merely stare wide-eyed at his hand. 

Please be done, you think desperately. Your arms and legs ache from the bounds. Now that you don’t have a hand thoroughly distracting you, your body protests. Having your legs tied to your thighs and your arms tight behind your back was beyond unpleasant. You just wanted Tord to start your nightly routine. Bath. Brush your teeth. Pretend to watch a movie with him cuddled up next to you. And sleep. 

His hand snakes back downwards and you start to weep.

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tord isnt okay.

Content Warning: sexual content (obv), self harm, dubcon

where do we draw the line between a masochism kink and self harm.

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Full fic finally up on my Ao3! 💚❤💦

They are degenerates 💕 

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So,,,, this will be mostly a yandere blog, as I am a sucker for yandere characters and the trope in general, so here's what you should know!

THIS IS A MDNI BLOG. ANY POST THAT SAYS NSFW/MDNI/DEAD DOVE; DONT EAT MEANS DO NOT INTERACT IF UNDER 18! THIS IS NOT A SPACE FOR MINORS!! I obviously can't fully control it, but PLEASE keep in mind this boundry.

There will most likely be stuff like;

Non-con/dub-con (light) age gaps NSFW! Yandere Stalking Gore

anything like that.

And do I do requests...? YES!!! YES I DO!! But what for, you may ask?

EDDSWORLD

AND

STARDEW VALLEY

I would do more, but I struggle with keeping up motivation for blogs, and two sections seems like a good place to start. So request away!! And request practically anything! IF I AM UNCOMFORTABLE WITH A REQUEST I WILL NOT DO IT, but there's basically nothing off the table, besides bodily fluid kinks (aside from cum and blood)

without further ado,,, request away, honey!!<3 BYE BYE!!

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NOTE: ship tomtord. If you don't like it, don't watch it

!sexual subtext! only for adults

Part 1?

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I saw ur pinned post! I was wondering if you could do yandere headcanons for EW Edd x reader (fem pleaseee :33) can they also be sfw and nsfw??

I’m prob gonna come back a lot LMAO

whoa.. finallty getting to my rwqeuests also the layout gonna be lazy and not as pretty cos im still not feeling too good!!?!!!!!! yes sir ok anyways onto the hcs

" You drive me insane. "

warnings; dead dove don't eat, yandere, sexual stuff, Edd being a creep Headcanons

Alone time? When EDD is obsessed with you? HAH LMAOFDSUAHDDSAHSAS

yeah, no, you don't get alone time anymore.

He loves being around you. I mean, c'mon, he's in the presence of an angel, right?? Why wouldn't he adore it

And why wouldn't he get hard simply from watching you?

Moving on from that

He does his best to never let you lift a finger. You're hungry? He'll cook for you. Need laundry done? He'll do it for you. Groceries?- you get the idea.

Although, he's usually the reason you want to do laundry yourself, since you find your panties are often missing, and Edd looks quite guilty when you ask him about it.

To be honest, he only fully trusts Tom, Matt and Tord to be around you alone. Anyone else, no matter what gender, he will need to be there with you. NSFW (both sexual, and things that would need a heavy TW. Proceed with caution, lovely<3) ONLY HCS BELOW

Would carve your name/initials into himself, getting hard at the feeling of "belonging" to you

I feel like he's a bit of a sadiomasochist, so he'd want you to put out a cigarette on him, he'd also like to choke you out when he's jealous, relishing in the way you'd gasp for air and beg for him to stop

Anything below the waist is off-limits if he doesn't have consent. If you don't want a kiss, he'll tell you to suck it up. But if you don't want him to touch you in that way, he won't

But if you did want that kind of thing, he is ready 24/7.

Pace is deep and slow. Loves hearing your whines and pleas for him to go faster

grajgjjhshhs i hope you like it mwa mwa mwa

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