#tw dollification

[fyodior]

I need ayatsuji to fuck doll!reader

There's no NO content about him I'm dying

YEAH??? OMG!!!! i loooove ayatsuji he's like the most underrated and unknown character in bsd. and there's SO much potential for fic with his obsession with dolls.....

just being the doll he's absolutely obsessed with - yukito's number one favorite doll. or his lover who he's made to believe they're essentially doll-like - you choose :) he takes care of you so wonderfully, only putting you in the finest of dresses and making sure your hair and makeup are styled to perfection. he's so kind to you, treating you so tenderly and carefully, with so much love. moving from one shelf to another, or a shelf to his lap, is always done slowly and tentatively, so not to hurt or disturb you. ayatsuji loves when you sit on his lap and keep him company when he works at his desk on the mind numbing paperwork he's required to do (and enforced by tsujimura) its even better when he can nestle his cock inside you so you can keep it warm for him while he works <3

and when he so gently lays you on your back on his bed, articulating your legs so they're spread wide apart so he can settle between them, he's so gentle as he peels off your panties and makes his cock at home in your hole <3 there's soooo much potential with this. if reader is actually a doll, and he had to create a pussy/hole or insert a fleshlight into you, or you're a human and he almost wants you to pretend like you feel nothing to upkeep the dollish inanimate facade. AGAIN, SO MUCH POTENTIAL !!!!!!!

[suusoh]

(anna liebert is different from nina fortner btw. Anna liebert in my head is the one that became the full on nameless monster, almost worse than johan)

tw: slight dollification

I think Anna would be the worse in like... almost treating you like a doll. She notices the clumsily closed button on your shirt and she fixes it for you, smoothening your shirt out while she's at it. her hands brushing over your chest for a moment, then caressing its way down your shirt to remove all the little wrinkles. she gets excited when you go to the mall or on shopping trips with her because this is the one time she can have the perfect excuse of dressing you up in as much styles she can imagine on you all under the guise of "friendly" bonding.

she brings you around with her all the time too. when professors call her to take care of an errand, she instantly tags you along with her. The entire university knows by now that where Anna goes, she's making you follow. The teachers find it funny, thinking you as her little assistant of sorts. Whenever you tell your table of friends that you need to excuse yourself to the restroom, anna instantly chimes in saying she'll come along with you. Not letting you out of her clutches for one second. Your friends joking about how she's almost like your keeper at this point.

She doesn't bother correcting them.

Will not let you carry anything if she can help it, doesn't matter if it's something as small as a glass of water, she's carrying it for you. Insists that you don't need to bring your purse anymore, she knows what you need.... she has anything and everything that you could need on her person already,

She handles you with so much care that one would think you're made of porcelain, which to her, you might as well be. If she had it her way, she''d wrap you in bubble wrap and keep you all safe and sound. Preferably somewhere secluded. And preferably where, of course, only she has the key.

Because in a world where so much was taken from her, her name, her childhood, her shot at a happy and normal life that she deserved. you're the one thing that's so completely and utterly hers, and no one else's.

[letstalktea]

Marionette

Content: Sano Kojima x Reader, dollification, insects

Word count: 0.6k

Note: My day. I hated my first fic so I scraped it last second. Wrote for my boy Sano instead. Had to write very quickly to publish before the day ended. Fuck me.

You sit, still as the dead, watching hundreds of little legs skitter by through the small plexiglass wall of the enclosure. The long, slick body of the centipede descends upon an unfortunate silverfish that is quickly and unceremoniously torn apart in the centipede’s mandibles piece by piece. That one is your favorite. You had nicknamed it and everything. Your lover thought the nickname was cute and let it keep the name. He named the other 16 centipedes that hatched personally. But this one? This one is yours, it lives alone in your room to avoid being eaten by its siblings, and you always watch it while waiting for your lover to return.

Your favorite arthropod finishes its hunt and quickly dashes below the decaying foliage within its enclosure. The end of its body still sticks out slightly and you stare lovingly at it. The poor thing is lucky that you take such good care of it, because it’s so careless that it would be eaten by a predator if it had been born wild. It is, in its own way, as weak as you are.

You place your forehead against the plexiglass and watch the quiet stillness of your beloved centipede.

After some time – how much you can’t say since you haven’t been watching the clock – you hear creaking from somewhere else in the house. The front door, perhaps? It may also be the door leading to the basement? You only know that the sound of the closing door is quickly followed by steady footsteps growing louder and louder as they come near. 

You shift your eyes toward the bedroom door, staring as it opens wide.

A smile spreads across your face as your lover steps into the room. The scar on his face and his dark hair covering a single eye being the most distinct difference between him and his brother. As soon as his one exposed eye locks on your welcoming smile, he speaks.

"You stayed there all day." Your lover Sano – what a wonderful title – states like a fact rather than a question.

"This is where you put me." You watch him stride over, trying to keep your focus on his face and nothing lower. "It would be wrong if I moved."

Sano gently grabs your hand, examining it with a neutral expression. He turns it over, flexing your wrist before kneeling down and moving to your knees to check those as well. When he doesn't find any issues with your joints, he kisses them.

The wood is cool against his lips.

You stare down at him and notice the white surrounding his faint grey iris shifts to a black so deep that it swallows all light in the room.

He is pleased. You can tell.

"Sano?" You roll your shoulder, trying to use what muscles you still have to move your wooden arm.

He notices your struggle and moves from kissing your ball joints to hooking his arm around your waist and under your knees. With little effort, he lifts you from your spot.

Your head lays naturally against his shoulder and the bulge in his pants presses comfortably against your hip. He really did love dolls. Or, maybe that reaction was reserved for his favorite doll; you.

You kiss the small patch of skin you can reach and nuzzle against him. With a cheeky tone you ask, "Are you going to play with your doll now?"

Sano's grin is small but telling. 

[scottofchromia]

Joel is watching, he's dragged this out for a while. He's still mad that Scott's been communicating. He mirrors the same torment he put Shubble through. His fingers fuse, the skin melting from his muscles to wrap around the other fingers. His bones crack sharply before forming into a single shape. More was yet to come. His elbows crack, her skin pulls back from the joint and the bones bend and contort into a mockery of doll joints. The skin spreads back towards the joints separately forming. His forearms have no sensations left. His shoulders split from his torso the muscles snapping from strain leaving them only connected by magic. Joel smiles as the next half of the transformation finishes and comes down to taunt Scott.

You really shouldn't have interfered with my relationship Scott. :)

(@the-god-ever)

Scott had been standing, pacing, trying to think of some way out of this despite already having lost hope; when it starts:

She doesn’t notice her hands contorting until it’s too late, stiff pain in every part of her body sheilding the way her skin is melting until the bones were cracking and fusing together. Scott’s breathing picks up as he stares at his hands, an attempt at a noise of pain falling from his lips in the all encompassing silence. It hadn’t been his best decision to look up marionette’s earlier, to try and gauge what exactly might happen to him, because he recognised the shape.

As soon as the thought leaves Scott’s head she stumbles back into her bed, collapsing as muscles rip and bones start to break. He trembles in silent screams and sobs as his elbows split and meld separately from his upper arms, becoming doll-like joints. Feeling one by one as arteries, and tissue disappear, leaving nothing behind but hollow porcelain. Scott realises his other arm is pinned and despite the overwhelming pain, moves it as to not break the delicate glass that was slowly replacing his arms with his body weight. Bile spills from Scott’s mouth as red rapidly stains his clothing and bedspread, everything snapping into place. She’s almost… thankful when she can’t feel her forearms anymore.

The pain isn’t over though and Scott continues to writhe in agony. Shoulders splitting from his torso and ripping more pulsing muscle, but the doll joints he was expecting never come. New arms held to her body by magic alone.

The transformation finally seems to be over and she pushes herself up the bed as best she can to bury her face in her pillows, searching for some way to soothe herself in the wake of what had just happened.

The bile and blood still on the bed gets all over Scott, leaving a sick feeling churning in his gut. She feels gross, dirty… but most of all helpless as she lays there, trying not to pass out from the pain. Desperately hoping for help but knowing it’s never coming.

Death would have been better than this. She thinks as tears course down her face, wetting her pillow as she trembles. She doesn’t even hear Joel behind the roaring of her pounding head, unaware that he’s there… yet.

[heich0e]

OMG HIM CHOOSING OUR OUTFIT why is that the hottest thing ever

idk why but the idea of him dressing reader up like a little doll that he's playing with is so sexy to me even though it's incredibly toxic. i'm picturing him buying little outfits for her. making her try them on for him. helping her with zippers and buttons and laces and whatever else, and letting his cold fingertips skirt along exposed skin just to see you shiver.

[beautifulrottingthoughts]

if you really loved me you’d edit my body to your liking. you’d operate on me so my boobs are either bigger or smaller… take away my clit so that I focus on your pleasure instead of mine. pump up my lips, do whatever you need to make me into your perfect doll.

[sprldreams]

I just want to help you relax~

You work soo hard and deserve a little reward.

Relax for me now beautiful~

Let everything fade away except my words echoing in your head.

You're so pretty and perfect and relaxed

You feel good now

It's natural to rub slowly as you stare and listen.

Let me help you feel good~

Push away that nagging voice in your head.

All you need is mine~

Good girl~

You're so good I want you to say it aloud

"I'm a good girl"

Such a good girl~

So empty and blank for me.

"Mine"

That word makes you desperate doesn't it?

The thought of giving everything away~

Control~

Your body~

Your mind~

Admit it aloud for me~

"I need to be owned"

"Just a blank and empty doll for master"

Good girl~

Now some tasks for my cute good girl~

Leave a comment to tell everyone how good and blank you are~

And remember to share with everyone because good girls make more good girls~

When you're done, I want you to start reading from the beginning. Every time you'll feel more and more relaxed and empty and good.

[merakiui]

fellow noncon potential has me drooling 🤤💖

After reading THIS LINE???? I absolutely see the vision now…….

Everyone else can be sold off as puppets, but maybe he'll keep you. A pretty doll who won't protest or try to escape, who is nothing but obedient and always accessible. Perfect stress relief. It takes a lot of effort making money, you know? Have a little sympathy for how hard he works! Besides, aren't you lucky he didn't sell you off with the rest, even when he knew you'd fetch a high price? You won't have to spend your days warming some gross, creepy old man's dick who only fucks to break you in and then discard you once you've lost your value and shine.

But Fellow... see, Mr. Honest always takes good care of his things! Sure, you might not have any agency over what your body does and so it essentially becomes a cage that houses your conscience. All you can do is watch on as your body moves of its own accord, lowering to your knees to wrap your lips around his dick or lying back on the bed so he can join you. But at least you're safe, right? Isn't that good? And he was even kind enough to keep Grim around. He's not heartless.

Fellow makes sure to dress you in pretty outfits every day, sitting you in front of the mirror and draping a lovely necklace around your throat, flattery falling from his lips in plentiful amounts. You're never debuted to the public. You're all his, a doll meant for him to enjoy in private. It can be quite stressful trying to meet shipment deadlines. You understand, don't you? A beautiful, intelligent soul like yourself would surely be the first to understand and sympathize with his plights. And relief from stress comes in many forms, some more intimate than others as you've now learned.

[wlwwerewolfie]

Sub who can't help but squeal or squeak every time their dom enters them. Their dom coos at them and whispers in their ear,"Awww, a squeaky sex doll! Let's see how rough I can play with my toy! I wanna test just how much squeaking my toy can do before it stops squeaking!"

[zal-cryptid]

Doll Dysphoria - part 3 [end]

[dazed-dollie]

a doll's desires

an 18+ fantasy-horror short story series

act 1 - the phantom's doll

story content warnings: dollification, non-con/dub-con fantasy hypnosis, mild corruption kink, non-con/dub-con sexual encounters, doll transformation, psychological body horror, body betrayal

prologue

relevant content warnings: non-con/dub-con fantasy hypnosis

This is a story about a good girl, who always did what she was told. It was the safe choice. She was told to do well in school, and so she did, graduating with honors; recommendations and accolades from her teachers in abundance. The safe choice. She was told to use her degree to get a good office job - and so she did, stunning co-workers and managers alike with her charm, quick thinking and extraordinary attention to detail. The safe choice - she always went with the safe choice.

It just made sense. After all, things never went well when she made the unsafe choice.

She made one unsafe choice - then another - then another. The chaos that was left in the wake of those choices could be measured in magnitudes. No - nothing good or safe had ever come from succumbing to the call of her darkness.

It whispered in her ear -  

Harder.  Faster.  More. Surrender. Echoing in her thoughts like a guiding rhythm. Taunting her mind like a mocking prayer. So - safe, it was. Even as that blanket of safety wrapped around her with its suffocating steadiness, it was what she…wanted. No - decided. It was her choice and that is what mattered.

Right?

Her safe, perfectly-calibrated rhythm was tuned to counterbalance the dark cadence that threatened to consume her. She made sure of it - deliberating each step, calculating each word, planning each transition. But that process did not come without its own cost, and the cracks were beginning to show. But she was at the cliff’s edge of ability to bear the heavy weight of “safe” for much longer - the dark rhythm was threatening to shatter its fragile dam. She tossed fitfully in her bed, the deafening hymn the only sound in her mind... ...when she heard it. A new tune - one that seemed to harmonize with the dark refrain. It was opera, of that much she could be sure, but her mind seemed to be unable to hold on to a single word, note, or phrase before the next arrived. She could not think, she could only listen, experience, and feel.

It felt soothing…relaxing…and suddenly the darkness of the call seemed less frightening. The lilting tenor voice reminded her of the sensitive and artistic soul she had once been with dreams of art, passion, music, and beauty. The slow slide of the melody's consuming aura wrapping around her body ignited heat and sent waves of pleasure along her spine. No longer a lonely, solemn aria, her mind now sang an enthralling duet. Her mind began to quiet to complete silence, as the dynamics between the tenor’s song and her dark chorus plunged her mind into the inky waters of a deep and "dreamless" sleep.

hello and thank you for reading! I just wanted to hop in at the end here to add some context and info about the direction of the rest of this story. I wanted to start “dollie’s dramas” with an erotic fantasy-horror concept to explore the darker and frightening parts of the some of edgier kinks as appropriate for (what’s left of) the season. I’m hoping this will also serve as an exercise in giving words to some of the conflicting feelings that can arise while playing in these kinks, when they go both right and wrong.

the other inspirations - phantom of the opera, “the doll people” by Sofia Isella

the body horror elements mentioned will not be graphic or feature any gore-like imagery and it will be more of a psychological take on body horror of the transformation element of dollification.

hoping to drop the rest of act 1 for halloween tomorrow 🎃

act 1, chapter 1 here

[1have4boyfriend]

💌need big bro to mark me and cover me in bites. want him to watch as i struggle to find an escuse for the hickeys. want him to tell me its only so no boy would go near me. he had to make sure of it. nobodys good enough for me but him💌

[tteokdoroki]

fully convinced that if you let him, kirishima would do everything for you. he’d dress you, do your makeup, feed you, bathe you if you gave him enough power… or he’d just take it from you and force you to be doted on <3

[gothghostiie]

Hi me again but like picture being a shadow, graves’ favourite, and he’s like yeah. I’ve got the perfect thing for you, and it’s just becoming his doll. Bonus points if it’s long and drawn out because you’re a soldier, not something to be used for pleasure!! But it’s too bad. Graves is a stubborn mf and he’ll wait it out

- 🐟

mmmm. yes.

cw: light dubcon, manipulation maybe?

graves is such a patient man and honestly? you're a soldier of his so you already learn to obey him, it only adds to your training he tells himself. he waits and gives you subtle special attention, no one bats an eye but you're being trained to follow his every whim, no matter what.

it starts with you bringing him whiskey or cigarettes while you're off duty, until you're mentally already his. he just needs to make it official; so he calls you into his office. orders you to sit on his lap and you do, even if you ask yourself why. his strong hands caress you, telling you he has a very special job for you from now on, being his personal doll!! you can't even think to refuse - not after you've been dreaming about this for so long <3

[brokend0ll]

i love dolls, sometimes i wish i was as pretty as one but i dont have long hair anymore, i feel unclean all the time, i am not really pretty, i dont have the right clothes thing is, i am way too queer in my expression to look and seem like the porcelaine doll id like to be, i just want to be feminine and soft and dainty, i feel like thats more me but i am stuck in this masc kinda vibe, i hate it here

[dramatic-shitpost-poet]

The ultimate act of loving is taking someone and turning their gorgeous self into a doll. That way you have their beauty and the life they currently live with you forever. It is an act of sacrifice to give your life up as the hero you are seen as to the doll maker, keeping you so beautiful and untainted forever. You'll always be warm to your loving scientist even if your cute, little eyes are cold and blue.