#yandere doll

[yandere-writer-momo]

Cleaning out my drafts and stumbled across this horror piece. Minors DNI please.

Yandere Head Canons: The Dollhouse Husband

Yandere Living Doll x GN Reader x One Sided Neglectful Toymaker Husband

TW: yandere themes, unhealthy relationship dynamics, obsession, neglectful husband, unhappy arranged marriage, murder, horror, and gore (mentioned)

His face was beautiful, just like your husband’s, yet he wasn’t your husband. No, this adonic doll was an imposter. A crude imitation of your distant beau. A creation your husband, Jonathan, made out of cruelty so you’d stop clinging to him and your desire for him to love you. A doll he crudely named Johnny. The nickname you affectionately called your emotionally constipated husband.

A marriage that was arranged since the two of you were young and yet your husband would not lie with you. No… he’d rather play with his toys. Jonathan told you he had made you this doll to play with so you’d leave him alone…

“What’s wrong dear?” A smooth voice whispered in your ear as lanky arms wrapped around your body to pull you closer to his. His skin felt like ice and you didn’t even feel a heartbeat… was this man undead? He wasn’t human, but you weren’t even sure if he was even living. “Is my appearance not to your liking? Your husband did his best to make me exactly in his image.”

“…” you frowned at his words, your words died off in your throat before they could even be uttered. How could you forget that your toy maker husband built you a living doll to be a crude imitation of him all because you expressed a desire for more attention. Yet it felt as if you were not worthy of having the real husband. Only this doll. A doll that would do anything you asked of it to an almost unhealthy degree.

Everywhere you want, Johnny followed. If you were in the garden, so was Johnny. If you were in the tub, Johnny would wash your hair and back for you. It didn’t matter that you were disinterested in this lifeless mockery of your husband, the doll would follow you.

“Dear? Do you not like me?” The doll asked once more as his porcelain arms wrapped around you tighter. His perfect face remained unmoved, but you swore his tenor voice sounded anxious. “I’m just as good as he is! I dote on you! I take care of you and your needs! I’m made as a perfect replica-“

“But you’re not my husband.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, your eyes filled with sadness. “Your body is as cold as ice and you have no heartbeat… your presence does nothing but make me sink into a larger pit of loneliness.”

“So you desire warm skin and a heart?” The doll asked in a hushed tone. His glassy green eyes admired your form. “If I were to be more human… would you like me more?”

“…yes.” You just wanted the conversation to be over. To bury your head on your pillow and sob until you passed out from the loneliness and pity that consumed you. Were you that unloveable that your own husband gifted you a living doll?

If only you noticed the way Johnny rested his head on your shoulder as the cogs in his mind turned. You’d love him if he had skin and a heart? He’d do just that…

How were you to know that this doll would present you Jonathan’s heart the next day in a heart shaped box with a smile that could only be described as uncanny? Not to mention the porcelain white skin that was no doubt from your husband’s own face that rested on Johnny’s like a mask.

“I have the traits you desire… so won’t you like me now? I’m better than him in every way!” He shouted as he set the box down on the dining room table in front of you. He took his pointer fingers and curved the loose skin around his lips into a smile. “We can be happy here in our dollhouse! Please! Please say you like me now!”

You felt numb as the heart in front you leaked crimson all over the box. Perhaps… this was all your own doing due to your selfishness? Of begging to be loved all your life that only a living doll would pay you any mind?

You let out a shaky sigh before you gulped. The alive burned your throat like it was acid. Your gave a fake smile to Johnny who eagerly awaited the four words he longed to hear for his entire existence.

“I like you, Johnny.”

[2-dsimp]

Darling masturbating not realizing Pyrok is in the room watching her.

Cw: NSFW MDNI 18+

If you didn’t see him before, you sure do now since he’s sitting right on top of the headboard perched to watch you work your magic. Don’t worry he’ll assist with cleanup duty like the darling doll he is. After you cum, in a flash he’s between your legs to reap the fruits of your labor.

Though he may go overboard and eat you out repeatedly, after all he’s a glutton at heart. Plus he’s an overachiever who thinks one orgasm isn’t enough to please his mate. His feelers would be thrashing inside your juicy hole till you’re drenched n boneless. Without so much of a thought inside that pretty head of yours.

Just how the alien doll likes it.

[heartfullofleeches]

Pin [Yandere Doll] and feminine male Darling who dresses up the doll as a stand in for himself.

"What a beautiful dress. I'm sure your girlfriend will love it..."

"I.....I'm sure she will."

-

"Pin? I brought another dress for you."

Light dimly reflects in the doll's eyes as you remove the lid from the box, rising to your feet as you raise the dress from its container by its straps - fabric draped over your feet as you presented it too them. Pin's legs were longer than yours, but if you wanted to try it on yourself, a few safety pins would probably suffice to trim the dresses skirt without altering it for good.

.....

"I hope you like it... I know you don't really have a choice what I put on you, but hopefully you find the outfits as pretty as I do.... They're almost as pretty as you are.... I.. wish I could be you..."

Pin hates this. They are not pretty. Something pretty wouldn't let you cry yourself to sleep. Something pretty wouldn't let you deny yourself what makes you truly happy.

Something pretty would tell you how you are the most gorgeous soul they've ever come across in this reality.

But they can't. They're scared. Scared that you won't love them anymore once you see what lies behind their porcelain skin. The cluster of eyes behind the two you described as perfection the first time you glanced into their faux irises. As you marveled as theirs that day, Pin found themselves lost in yours....

Had they had the freedom - the doll would give you little everything your heart desired.

But, for now - it cherishes what it has with you.... Happy, yet so so ashamed to be one of few things that brings you true joy anymore.

"Hey, Pin.... Would it be alright with you if I tried on one of your dresses?... Just for a couple seconds?"

The doll's head tilts forward ever so minesculely on its neck - almost as if they were nodding.

[mint-8]

Platonic Yandere Doll Monster

Trigger/Content warning: Mentions of blood and dismemberment.

You received a little rag doll as a gift for your birthday when you were a child. A little toy that looks oddly like one of those voodoo dolls, for some reason. They have no clothes, nor hair and their body is littered with cuts and holes, with their old stuffing barely holding within the stitches. Only 2 button eyes, a little smile and stitched rosy cheeks.

- Yandere Doll who has always been somewhat sentient. Ever since their creator made them to curse their boss, or when they were gifted to that kid who wished for their parent to die, and when they were found by and elder that wanted to kill their spouse, to finally finding it’s way to your tiny hands. They have only known dead and suffering, with painful needles and cuts in their soft body, they assumed you would throw them away for being a creepy doll and would eventually have a new owner.

- Yandere Doll who is shocked that, instead of seeing them with disgust, a certain shine is in your eyes. You wish to fix this doll, and make them the most adorable companion ever! Or perhaps you want them to look badass? Perhaps making them even creepier? Either way, they love that you are seeing them with such warmth!

- Yandere Doll who loves you even more with each passing day. You always work so hard to fix their scars with needle and thread, making them outfits on the side and filling them with new stuffing. You take them anywhere you go, as a little companion on your backpack or bag, cuddling them at night and during naps, and keeping them close while you are relaxing, eating or working.

- Yandere Doll who, one night, hears something weird coming from outside your room. They aren’t sure what it is, but they don’t like it. They don’t even realize their tiny body is slowly moving towards the door, careful in not waking you up, and notice someone in the hallway, seemingly trying to not make their presence known. A burglar, perhaps? Or could it be a stalker or a vengeful ex? Either way, your doll isn’t happy with this intruder.

- Yandere Doll who stealthily avoids the stranger in your house, finds the kitchen and takes out the biggest and sharpest knife you own.

- Yandere Doll who charges in blind rage when they notice the intruder getting closer to your room. Forgetting to be silent, their steps become louder and heavier, their tiny body grows rapidly as to one of a small child and, when the stranger looks behind them, your doll has already tackled them to the ground and start to violently stab them in the neck. They don’t stop until their head has been chopped from their shoulder and only the horrified, yet lifeless face is left.

- Yandere Doll who doesn’t question how they grew in size or where their sudden strength came from, they only know that they must clean this mess before sunrise.

- Yandere Doll who searches all around your apartment for cleaning products and trash bags to get rid of the corpse and blood. They are so glad you took the medication that makes you extra sleepy.

- Yandere Doll who has successfully cleaned everything and use tons of air fresheners to hide the smell, and all that it was left was the bloodied remains of the stranger they just maimed. They can’t just leave it outside, your neighbors might find it and call the police! Then you could be sent to prison! And it’s not like they could just drag it all the way to the outskirts of the city, it would be morning soon and people will notice! Pondering on the best course of action, your doll looks at the knife they’ve just cleaned and their enlarged body. If they have changed so much outwardly, what about the inside?

- Yandere Doll who cuts open their stitched mouth with the knife, and discover rows of sharp teeth among the stuffing. They look at the cold corpse and start to enjoy their night snack.

You wake up. It’s the best sleep you have gotten in ages! As you start to move around your bed and stretch, you notice that your doll isn’t by your side. Perhaps you dropped it? You check under your bed, but it wasn’t there. Strange.

Once you leave your room, you notice how there are some of your cleaning supplies and trash bags in the middle of the hallway, for some reason. Perhaps you forgot to put them back when you were done with cleaning yesterday.

As you go on with your day, you keep searching for your favorite doll. Not in the shelves, or in the cupboards, nor in the closets. Were could it be? You don’t notice how the hydrogen peroxide bottle is almost close to empty, or how your knives aren’t arranged as you left them, or how the aire smells oddly like flowers, you simply keep going as usual, thinking that you will eventually find your dolly.

Night comes and who do you find under your desk? Your little doll! You can’t believe you missed it when you searched for it earlier in the day! You do notice that it smells somewhat different and that their mouth was somehow open wide, letting some of their stuffing escape from it’s insides. You chuckle to yourself, you must have thrown or kicked it in your sleep and it got torn open when it slammed against the wall. How silly of you!

You give your little doll a kiss as a sorry and start sewing their mouth back together while listening to the late night news. Apparently there has been an increase on crime lately, so you decide to shop for some new locks tomorrow. You’ll bring your little dolly with you, of course. Your little luck charm!

- Yandere Doll is so happy that you didn’t notice anything. They weren’t sure when their body was going to shrink back to it’s original size, so they hid from you until they got back to normal. The stranger was surprisingly tasty and they couldn’t wait for the next idiot who tries to enter your home! No matter their size, no matter their kind, your little doll will make sure to deal with any pesky flies that dare to hurt their precious owner. They won’t let anyone hurt you.

[t3ddyd0ll]

thinking abt thomas with a scaredy-cat!doll.

like. dolly being terrified of everything. startled at their own shadow, yelping if they feel a tickle on the back of their neck. nearly jumping out of their skin when a door closes a little too loud or at a sound they didn't expect, even if it's not loud. dolly being terrified at even the possibility of being shocked by the collar so they just obey as best they can. crying at the smallest things because they're just soooooo stressed about being kidnapped, that anything sets them off now. getting muscle aches bc they hold so much Tension from that stress. scaredy-cat!doll being simultaneously terrified of thomas, but also clinging to him bc he somehow makes them feel? better? despite being the cause of all this?

and thomas just adoring them. adoring how obedient they are, how jumpy they are, and how easy they cry is so very endearing, though it does hurt his heart a little every time it happens. thomas being so so gentle with them, encouraging them through even the smallest things. giving them softness and love alll the time bc they're on the verge of breaking at any given moment. taking pictures, and pictures, and pictures, and pictures.. and soooo many forehead kisses. mwah. sweet doll.

[youryanderex]

Yandoll

A term for yandere dolls, doll yanderes, obsessive dolls or yanderes obsessed with dolls.

Inclusive of dollkin and doll objectum yanderes.

Exclusive to those who align with dolls and reclaiming yandere for their experience with symptoms and coping.

Tagging @delightfulweepingwillows

Sorry for lack of ids

[happyanderes]

Yandere bjd thought

You enjoy collecting things for your ball jointed doll, clothes, makeup……you dress him up so nicely and pour your soul into taking care of it.

You treasure your one and only doll, as they are hella expensive, and this baby was a rare opportunity, sold at an incredibly low price second hand online in near brand new condition, you had to!

You remember taking it out of the box and looking at it so fondly, it glassy eyes staring back into yours. You know that it’s your treasure.

But someone seems to see you as their treasure as well.

Ever since your doll moved in, you’ve been finding odd things happening to you. You often receive packages from an unknown name, inside are always clothes, way too fancy and doll like for you.

You tried sending the clothes back, but when you check your packages, the address is always from your home. Of course, you don’t wear them, but when you don’t, you begin to find your clothes missing, one for every piece of clothing you receive, and at last, leaving you with no choice but to wear the ones with too many buttons and too much frills.

You would wake up in the morning with makeup on your face, painted lips and a deep blush and extended lashes, when you look in the mirror, you feel that you look just like a doll.

Through the mirror, your eyes meet with your doll on the shelf, you swear it was in a different pose last night……

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

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[frickingnerd]

yandere anemona rijndael

pairing: anemona rijndael / doll x gn!reader

tags: protective!anemona, mention of monstrums

anemona is still new to being a human, so feelings like love are so overwhelmingly strong for her, since she gets to feel them for the first time

it takes her a while to even realize that she's in love with you, but once it finally clicks for her, she knows that you're the person she wants to be with… forever!

each moment you're not with her feels like torture, as that warm and fuzzy feeling in her chest gets replaced with a cold and stinging pain

it doesn't take long until it pushes her so far that she refuses to part ways with you!

no matter where you go, anemona will tag along and stay by your side, since being with you is all she wants!

even if she has to watch you talk with other people, it's not nearly as bad as being away from you!

since anemona is a monstrum, she's stronger than you and always wants to protect you

though most of the time, she's the reason you get in danger in the first place, since the knights notice you spending time with the wanted monstrum “doll”

anemona knows that she should stay away from you, to keep you safe, but she's selfish and decides that this is the one thing she can't compromise

she needs you in her life! she wants to spend every second of her life with you, even if it means she'll put you in danger…

[basementstalker]

"Hey, let's play. Back then, you said that you don't need friends as long as you have me your doll. I've become the puppet you used to play with...

Now. It's my turn to control you."

[2-dsimp]

If asked, would Pyrok put a personal show for us?

If not, pretty please?

Yandere clown doll: Casually puts both his porcelain arms into his jaw that’s obscenely wide open showing rows upon rows of razor teeth.

Darling: “Um yknow what I don’t think I want to see it anymore—”

Yandere clown doll: making staticky garbles as if protesting, saying to let him cook. As his arms retracted out fully from his open maw. To show someone’s detached nose connected to a big squeaky red ball.

Darling: “Pyrok you cannot be serious right now, this is your personal show??”

Yandere clown doll: Nodded his head, flicking the tore off nose from god knows where. Before placing the former owner’s squeaky red ball upon your nose giving it a couple honks. His face mask had a happy expression for a show well done.

[heartfullofleeches]

Pin [Yan doll who's actually an eldtrich horror with severe self image issues] and rich darling who's a huge brat - but only when the matter comes to their precious doll. Sweetest angel otherwise, but if anyone dares treat Pin as if they aren't flesh and blood like them they'll never hear the end up it. Either knows Pin is alive or pretends they are to cope with their loneliness til Pin reveals themselves to them. Regardless, Pin gushes from their overprotectiveness. They finally believe they are beautiful when it comes from Darling's mouth. Darling has always had a love for dolls, but Pin is and forever will be their favorite.

Darling's potential all end up missing while Darling and Pin can be found in the garden discussing the theme of their next matching outfits will be over tea. Whenever people ask Darling when they'll get married Darling says "Marriage? Why would I need that with someone else when I already have Pin!"

-

[A stranger walks up to darling's table at a cafe]

Stranger: Hey there~

Rich Darling: ...

Guest: Er.....is there a problem??

Rich Darling: Well since you asked - yes, there is. You said hi to me, but not to them [points at Pin]

Guest: Isn't that just a doll? I honestly thought they were a doll

Rich Darling: Just a doll?! You've wasted enough of our time, please leave.

[Doll's drink spills on the stranger's clothes - a knife barely missing their feet. Pin remains perfectly still - a fork clutched tightly in their hand]

-

[Workers at a clothing store watch as Darling holds up two different shirts to Pin]

Darling: Which do you think you would look better in, Pin?

Cashier #1: I'll never understand rich people.

Cashier #2: That doll is alive. It choked me out in the break room for complimenting a necklace that person wore once. Pretty sure it knows where I live so I'm actually scared shitless right now, but I really, really need this job.

[dollbotthing]

you happily hug your yandere doll..

[t3ddyd0ll]

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make all my decisions for me <3 choose my clothes and food and hair styles and what i do during the day and what time i go to bed <3 make all my decisions for me <3

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[carnivorousyandeere]

Opal intrigues me a lot more than it should, imaging Opal slowly replacing the readers limbs with doll parts, working around making a doll by making them a doll, man The reader somehow loosing limbs but its ok Opal to the rescue

Goddddd Alice that’s soooo fucked up….. I love it 🤭

I was originally envisioning Opal attaching souls to dolls’ bodies like Fullmetal Alchemist’s Alphonse is attached to that armor… but this really scratches an itch for some darker content~

HEAVY CONTENT WARNINGS, PLEASE HEED THEM. Ask to tag if I missed anything.

CW: drugs/drugging, mutilation, surgery, unwanted medical procedures, amputation, body horror.

The first time the thought of taking you apart slowly to recreate you as a doll crosses their mind, Opal drops the block of clay they’re carrying, where it lands on and nearly shatters their own foot.

It’s risky… likely painful… but the chances of success may make it worth it…. No, no, I can’t possibly do that to my dearest… Opal shakes their head, trying their best to clear their mind of the thought.

But they already have so many of the doll’s limbs, even most of the torso, prepared just for you… waiting for you…

And every time sweet, clumsy, oh-so-breakable you trips and falls, or nicks yourself shaving or cooking, Opal can’t help but think about how much it would help you to have limbs that don’t bruise and hurt the way yours do.

The more dangerous situations you get yourself into, and the more you get hurt, the more Opal’s self-control wears thin.

~~~~

You blink awake slowly, groggily, from a grey and dreamless slumber. The white and grey-speckled ceiling of Opal’s workshop greets you. Then Opal themself peeks over, goggles and work mask obscuring much of their face.

“How do you feel?” They ask softly. Faintly, you can feel their gloved fingertips running over your shoulder, but the feeling quickly sharpens into a burning pain.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, my love,” Opal shushes you gently, increasing the drip of painkillers attached to your side. You look down, only to feel bile rise at the sight of yourself— doll’s limbs, like Opal’s, attached to your still-human torso. Clumsily you try to move away from the exploratory touch of their fingers as they continue to test the skin around your joints. A wet sob leaves you, a weak animal sound unlike anything you’ve made before. Opal pauses, moving to stroke your forehead and cheek.

“It’s going to be okay, dearest. You just need time to adjust.”

Your vision fades out once more, pulled under by anesthesia once more.

[daintydolldiary]

How to beg someone for attention without directly begging someone for attention???