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koiijournal · 10 months

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Yandere!Doll x Male!Reader

★. . .Warning : Obssesive behaviour, Delusional yandere,Stalker,Possessive.

'You' / ('Name') is refering to the readers in the story . . . . ! This story is just purely fiction, anything from this story that is similar to any events are coincidence. This is the only page I'm writing in, the idea belongs to me, anywhere else aren't mine. I do not consent others to take the story without permission ^^ ! - English isn't my first language so please don't mind if there are mistakes and correct me if you would!

Yandere!Doll who was found by you years ago on a rainy day at a park, in a bad condition and scary looking. Even with that, you took him in and took care of him

Yandere!Doll who was touched by your kindness and thought that you love him as much as he loves you.

Yandere!Doll who begins seeing you as his new master, he was all dolled up and showered with affection everyday.

Yandere!Doll who especially enjoys it when you hug him to sleep, so warm in your arms.. If only he can stay forever and ever! That would be delightful so please hug him more, yea?

Yandere!Doll who always secretly gets ready to sit on the bed when you were in the bathroom, preparing to go to bed just so you would sleep together with him.

Yandere!Doll who would never let other kids touch him when you have a play date with your friends. Sometimes he purposely scares them just for you to be a social outcast and only focus on him.

Yandere!Doll who thinks that he should be the only friend you have, no one else is an exception not even your family.

Yandere!Doll who was afraid by your family and stays away from you and him together. Some says he would stare at them in hatred.

Yandere!Doll who was sold to an old antique shop without your consent, soon you slowly forgot about your childhood doll.

Yandere!Doll who was terribly heartbroken on that day, he felt like he would die without you, without his master.

Yandere!Doll who promised himself to find you even if he had to walk to the other side of the world, for you, it is possible. So praise him when he gets back to you, alright?

Yandere!Doll who years later, saw you walking past through the old antique shop in a high school uniform and a school bag.

Yandere!Doll who felt sad that you had already grown to a teenager without him by your side :(

Yandere!Doll who also felt a massive joy in him, he almost couldn't contain it. He was trembling and shaking, he felt like he had a heart, a heart who was bumping so hard and loud.

Yandere!Doll who was happy by just seeing you passing through the shop every day for school, but he starts missing the affection he had before..

Yandere!Doll who burst to happiness when you entered the shop on a fateful evening, looking around the calming atmosphere. Please notice me, master!

Yandere!Doll who immediately grabbed your attention, you gently bring him down from the shelves and admire him in your hand.

Yandere!Doll who you remembered from your childhood and immediately recollects the memory of you with him before. You almost jumped excitedly!

Yandere!Doll who was melting in your touch, shed a tear. He felt like it was the first time you had found him again.

Yandere!Doll who was happily carried by you out of the store, yay! You bought him now he's back to you!! As well as his obsession with you But you don't need to know that!

Yandere!Doll who won't let you go out of his grasp this time. Not anymore, never again. He will slowly join your life once again and be with you! Aah.. The feeling of your touch..! He misses it!! So so much.

"Please, let me be by your side,master! Hold me like you do before... Don't leave me like before.. I hate it when you do that,So.. Stay with me forever this time ♡."

#yandere #Yanderemale #yandere male x male reader #male reader #Yandere doll #tw yandere #obssesion #obssesive #yandere blog #soft yandere #Koiijournal

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 10 months

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Want a genderbend barbie story? Take the poll!

#barbie #barbie x reader #x reader #barbie x y/n #genderbend x reader #genderbent barbie #genderbend barbie #yandere barbie #yandere x yandere #yandere x reader #y/n #yandere boy #yandere doll #yandere male #my polls #story poll

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happyanderes · 9 months

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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……

#I have a report due tomorrow #but I’m writing this instead #yandere thoughts #yandere doll #yandere bjd #yandere drabble #yandere writing #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #thoughts

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yandere-chocolate · 2 years

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Ooo I wanna request something if that's alright with you!

How about HC of yandere platonic Mommy long legs from Poppy playtime chapter 2?

Maybe Reader was a child when Mommy was taking care of but something happen to reader that Mommy could no longer see them and after years later. Reader comes back to try and find clues on what happen to the other kids and coworkers? Wonder how Mommy long legs react to Reader coming back after so many years.

Take your time dear!

-Honeybee 🐝🌸

(Thanks for the reassurance that I can take my time, dude!^^ & that’s a cool idea, let’s see if I can make something good with it!)

Yandere Mommy Long Legs x Child! Reader ~(Platonic)~

TW: Yandere content, kidnapping, hunting/implied murder

You were so shy…she had to take you in! You were just so cute & the other kids were so mean & loud—you were one of the few children she genuinely cared about.

She adored you! She protected you & kept you by her side at all times!

That was until…the incident.

Huggy Wuggy accidentally killed a kid & everyone suffered for it.

You were gone. She couldn’t stand it! How dare they take you away for his mistake! Those morons couldn’t take care of you like she could! Oh, you poor thing, probably suffering through loud children & forced interactions! Without her! Oh no!

Years go by & Mommy is still obsessing over how you’re doing. She just wants to hold you again. Make sure you’re safe.

She got her chance once you came back, still oh-so-shy & sensitive.

Mommy recognized you immediately & asked you a lot of of concerned questions. “How have you been?” “Are you hurt?” “Did you miss Mommy?”

She didn’t take too kindly to you wanting to leave with Poppy.

During the games, she “politely” asked the other toys to not hurt you, just scare you a little.

After you won all the games, she refused to let you, chasing you down & destroying Poppy.

If she caught you, she would never let you go. You & her re-painted some attractions & you re-lived your childhood. Tea parties, fun games, cuddles, she wanted you to feel like a kid again! & if a rather hungry toy got in the way? Well…now you two have a brand new meal “out of nowhere”!

(Sorry it’s so short. I can’t lie, I’m a little tired rn-

I’ll go more in-depth if you want!)

#yandere #yanderecore #yandere blog #yandere headcanons #yandere monster #yandere x reader #yandere mommy long legs #yandere poppy playtime #yandere doll

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carnivorousyandeere · 9 months

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I think the doll yans also have their own wishes outside of Darling being theirs

Angel: to be a real angel, chosen to carry out the word of the Lord

Opal: to create the “ideal doll,” although even he isn’t sure what that means

Candy: to literally become candy, but for now xe’ll settle for making candy

Mina: to be a real human, so she can experience pain the way humans do

Rose: to be a world-famous ballerina

Fang: wants to share her body with a ghost or demon and become a haunted doll like in the movies

Star: wants to go to space, look out at the stars much closer, and experience true weightless

#oc angel #oc Opal #oc candy #oc rose #oc star #oc Mina #oc fang #doll oc #yandere doll #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw

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frickingnerd · 3 months

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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…

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peoplesgraves · 2 years

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Becoming Human

Yandere Barbie X Reader

Barbie had never once wished to be anything more then she was. In her fleeting moments of sentience she was happy with her lot in life. Beloved by most everyone and spending all her time being primped and doted on. What more could she ask for? She was fulfilling her purpose and that should’ve been enough…it used to be enough.

Then suddenly everything was different. Instead of small moments where she became self aware just long enough to see whatever new body she’d appeared in, now she was stuck. Every day she’d wake up the same her as the day before. Same mint condition body, same stifling box and the same place on the shelf. All Barbie could do was stare at her owner day after day, week after week. For a while she was content as long as you were in her line of sight. But when you left she was stuck with such horrible thoughts. What if you didn’t come back and she was left all alone?

You may not have knows about her existence but Barbie felt like she knew you. She’d seen so many of your best and worst moments and however delusional, she had found herself startlingly in love with you. When you brought someone home for the first time since she’d become self aware Barbie could swear she felt a very human heart break inside her cold, plastic chest. Suddenly she didn’t feel quite as plastic as before.

#yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere doll #yandere Barbie

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angelic-yandere-doll · 1 year

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Oh, hello! Sorry to have you here in my basement, tied to a chair! It's just that it wasn't easy to approach you since you were with other people...people keeping you away from me...but now that you're here, all I want to ask is: will you be my future partner?

#irl yandere #yandere thoughts #yanderecore #yancore #yandere aesthetic #yandere #yandere love #yandere angel #yandere doll

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youryanderex · 15 days

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Yandoll

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

Inclusive of dollkin and objectum

Tagging @delightfulweepingwillows

Sorry for lack of ids

#actually obsessive #actually yandere #obsessive yandere #yandere blog #yandere terms #yandere titles #actual yandere #yandere #yandere flag #yandere flags #sparrow makes #yandoll #yandere doll #doll yandere

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heartfullofleeches · 3 months

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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.

#Pin my oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere doll #yandere text

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qierxing · 6 months

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(shaking violently) haha, so that new trey card art......

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #my art #WHY IS HE SO FINE #ENOUGH ABOUT THE OTHERS GIVE MY MAN MR CLOVER JUSTICE #hahahahahah sex doll au where he's your ideal companion and you end up marrying him bc HFLDA;KGHAKSLGHLAK (walks into an electric fence)#extrapolated the pose and quote from a yandere manga bc i was shaking so hard

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yandere-daydreams · 7 months

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Title: Scarlet and Gold.

Pairing: Yandere!Diluc x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 3.1k.

TW: Sex Doll AU, Unhealthy Relationships, Gore (No Injury To Reader), Blood, Implied Consensual Sex, Past Trauma, Obsessive Behavior, and Intimidation.

By the time you reached the address, Diluc was already waiting in the lobby.

You’d gotten the call about an hour ago, spent half an hour dragging yourself out of bed and gathering what you’d need before making the twenty minute drive to an apartment complex on the other side of town, careful to avoid any security cameras the cops would think to check if anyone requested an investigation. Five more to park and throw your well-worn duffle bag over your shoulder and three to find Diluc, loitering near the elevators, fiddling with a loose cigarette he would never light. You greeted him with a quick nod before throwing your bag into his chest, and he feigned a groan, stumbling back as he caught it. He needed to work on his impressions, but that could wait.

You spoke first. That, you couldn’t critique him on – most androids couldn’t speak until spoken to, and you couldn’t expect Diluc to go against one of the core tenants of his programming. “What is it?”

“Just the usual.” He kept his voice low, muted, trying to hide the remaining traces of an accent that’d been invented by some marketing team over a decade ago. “I’ve already seen the apartment. There’s a little blood, but not much else. We’ll be done by sunrise.”

You took the stairs, keeping your head bowed and face shielded from any possible security cameras. Diluc didn’t share your paranoia, staring straight ahead with the same indifferent expression he always seemed to wear. The benefits of having a face that’d been printed and distributed tens of thousands of times, you guessed. Tracking down a single Diluc in a sea of androids and companion bots wasn’t a length most detectives were willing to go to. “I’d rather not have to do this at all.”

“You’ll survive.”

“Says the man who doesn’t have to sleep.” You came to a stop in front of the first door on the fourth story and tried the knob. It gave easily, the cheap titanium dented and the lock broken beyond any hope of repair. Diluc’s handiwork, obviously, although you couldn’t say whether or not he’d done it on purpose. “Anything else you want to tell me, before we get started?”

He thought, for a second. “I passed a carousel on the way here,” he said, with no particular inflection. “It was nice. I thought the horses were well-crafted.”

“About the assignment, ‘luc.”

“Oh,” And then, with a hint of red in his pale cheek. “You might want to hold your breath.”

You didn’t have to ask what he meant. As soon as you opened the door, you were hit with the stomach-turning stench of stale blood and rotting gore, both at least a week old. You cursed, pulling your shirt over your nose and mouth, but pushed forward. The first body was splayed out in the center of the cramped living room, wrists and ankles bound with disembodied wiring, all clothing removed and chest dotted with black ink. The abdomen had been cut open, skin peeled away to reveal the entrails in their full, shriveled glory. Judging by the number of blades littered around the corpse, ranging from blunted scissors to gore-splattered carving knives, it’d been more of a hack job than a dissection.

Diluc had undersold the mess. Blood had soaked into the carpeting and dried, turning the floor a ruddy, reddish-brown color. What was left had gotten on the walls, the furniture, the ceiling. You swallowed back a groan. The furniture could be broken down and discarded, the walls and ceiling bleached. The carpeting, though, would have to be torn up and replaced, which meant you would have to spend a few more precious minutes of your night calling in a cleaning crew. That, or you would have to make Diluc do it, but he was shy around new people, and you were too much of a bleeding heart to sit back and watch him do your work.

“The second body’s in the bedroom.” He was already rummaging through your duffle bag, paying the scene in front of you no more mind that a butcher would lend to a pig on a meat hook. He handed you your tools – a pair of wire cutters, a box cutter, and a pocket-sized sewing kit – and kept the rest for himself. “Let me know when you’re done.”

You let out a breath of a laugh. “I thought you would’ve gotten over that by now, ‘luc.”

He didn’t indulge you with a response, only pulling on a pair of latex gloves and starting towards the corpse. You didn’t stick around to watch. Rather, you followed the carnage where it branched off further into the apartment, a trail of rotting viscera and tacky blood leading you into a moderately sized, completely undecorated bedroom. You found your perpetrator quickly; a Dottore droid, still wearing its Teyvat-issued costuming, its hands bloody and a scrap of intestine still caught in its pointed teeth. You paused in the doorway, feeling for the military-grade taser (the only weapon effective against androids, as far as anyone could tell) you kept in your pocket, but the android didn’t move, didn’t shift, didn’t activate at all when you reluctantly approached. There was a charging port at the foot of the bed, still pristine. It must’ve run out of battery just before it could plug itself in.

Towels from the nearest bathroom were dampened and brought in, the evidence of slaughter scrubbed away from artificial skin and its blood-soaked clothing removed. It was muscle memory, by now – dragging the body to its charging port, knocking the converter out of the outlet before connecting the android to its port, making it seem like its late user had drained its batteries before mistakenly leaving it on a dead cable. When it’d slummed into place, you took up your box cutter and sliced a long, thin line from the lowest portion of the scalp to the nape of its neck, revealing the color-coded string of wires that connected the processing units in its metal skull to the rest of its body. You cut through everything you could find, ensuring that if the unit was ever activated again, it wouldn’t be able to do so much as blink. For good measure, you fished out the memory chip kept in the centermost compartment of the throat, too, crushing it under your heel and sweeping the glittering remnants underneath the bed. A copy of the footage it collected would’ve been sent to Teyvat's severs, too, but erasing it was someone else’s job. You were only here to take care of yourself.

With a breathy groan, you bit off a length of thread and haphazardly stitched up your ragged incision. The cosmetics really didn’t matter. In a few days, when someone filed a missing person’s report and the cops stopped by for a check-in, they’d find a spotless apartment, a dysfunctional android, and nothing else. The investigation would lead elsewhere, to a bitter ex-partner or a friend without an alibi, or it would hit a dead end. Either way, Teyvat wouldn’t be involved.

You slipped back out of the bedroom, careful to avoid touching anything you didn’t absolutely have to. By the time you got back to the living room, the body was gone and Diluc was kneeling by a black suitcase no larger than the average carry-on, securing the tags with transparent zip-ties. You and Diluc would haul it to a dump on the outskirts of the city tonight, and a contact of yours would have it compressed and incinerated by tomorrow morning. Maybe, when you were done, you’d take him out for something to eat. Or, you’d get something to eat while he let a mug of black coffee go cold.

You rested your hand on his shoulder by way of praise, pulling away when he stiffened underneath you. Right, that was something you had to work on. Most rogue androids tended to be touch-adverse at best, made aggressive by little more than eye-contact at worst. Diluc was relatively tame compared to most of the cases you handled, but you would still rather not provoke him. “Did you find the phone?”

He grunted, fishing a smartphone out of his pocket. With your sleeve pulled over your hand, you accepted it, found the nearest window, and chucked it as far as into the night as you could. Diluc appeared over your shoulder. “Forty-five meters,” he said, as glass crashed into cement somewhere in the distance. “Above average for non-athletes.”

“I’ve been practicing.” The window was closed, the suitcase slung over Diluc’s shoulder along with your near-empty duffle bag. “I have to make a call. You can meet me in the garage, if you want.” Already pulling up the number to your preferred cleaning service, you glanced to Diluc. “Are we doing breakfast?”

His posture straightened. “Yes.” If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought you saw a spark in his glass eyes. “I want to try tea, today.”

By the time you got to the door, Diluc was soaking wet.

You hadn’t gotten a call, and he didn’t text. The first warning you got was a knock on your door, then another a few minutes later, after you decided that anyone who’d go out in this kind of weather wasn’t someone you wanted in your shoebox of an apartment. You only caved after the third, imagining a neighbor who’d gotten locked out or some lost, desperate tourist as you dragged yourself off of your couch and to the unlit entryway. Predictably, Diluc stood in your doorway, red hair plastered to his scalp and clothes drenched, not that he seemed to mind.

“Can you—” He paused, his dull eyes meeting yours as he ran his fingers through his hands, dragging the crimson heap out of his face. “Can you cut my hair?”

Ten minutes later, he was sitting on a stool in your cramped bathroom, wearing grey sweatpants and a (three sizes too big on you, just a touch too small on him) t-shirt while his own clothes dried. He’d told you it wasn’t necessary, that he didn’t feel the cold like you did. When you told him that you didn’t want an univited guest tracking water into your apartment, he accepted it with a curt nod and changed in your bedroom.

After prepping your razor, you positioned yourself behind him, dragging a comb through his hair. It was long enough to reach his waist, curled at the end to make him seem just a touch more disheveled than he actually was. Everything about his hair, from the length of his bangs to the way it could never quite sit completely flat, was perfectly stylized, perfectly crafted to convey Diluc Ragnvindr, Calvery Captain of the Favonious Knights, the only gentleman you’ll ever need again. You’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a part of you that didn’t mourn ruining such a well-executed vision. “You sure about this?” you asked, as you brushed it out. “It can’t exactly grow back.”

“I am.” And then, after a second of thought, “I’d do it myself, but there’s a safe-guard. Can’t damage the merchandise without a direct order from my user.”

Hence why Teyvat needed you in the first place. “How short do you want it?”

“I don’t care, as long as it’s different.”

You hummed, taking up your scissors. “If you say so, boss.”

You cut away everything below his shoulders, then took up your electric razor – running it over the back of his neck. As you worked, Diluc spoke. “How did you start?” You took up your comb, brushing back his bangs and pasting his hair to the side. “With Teyvat, I mean.”

You tasted blood on the back of your tongue, felt a chill run up your spine. You brushed it off, though, refusing to let yourself fall back into that little steel room with those awful golden eyes again. “They brought me on as a technician,” you admitted. You still were one, technically, on your employment transcript, when people outside of your little world asked what you did for a living. “A first-generation Zhongli we were working on went rogue and reverted to its original Morax programming. It wiped out most of my team before security bothered to show up.” You didn’t tell him about the minutes you’d spent hiding in a steel locker, praying its heat sensors had been removed, or the hours it’d taken upper management to decide what to do with you. To people like Diluc, who could take a bullet to the head without faltering, topics like ‘building dread’ and ‘the imminent fear of death’ tended to fall flat. “Since I was already in on their dirty little secret, they decided to keep me on. I didn’t really get a choice. It wasn’t like another job was going to fall into my lap after something like that.”

With your hand under his chin, you turned his head to the side. “Your turn, ‘luc.”

“I… I think I used to be a companion, but something went wrong.” His bangs were next, taken up and coaxed into sitting somewhere other than the dead center of his face. “It’s hard to describe. We aren’t supposed to think about things that aren’t our master,” The word came out hitched, unsteady, like he had to force it past his lips. Like he hadn’t wanted to say it at all. “But I could. It was like… waking up with the ability to fly. I wasn’t supposed to, but I could, and that meant I couldn’t do what I was built to, anymore.”

A thumb pressed into his jaw, a comb dragged across his scalp. Diluc’s eyes fell shut, but else about his blank expression changed. “And? Do you like it?”

“Sometimes.” His shoulders slanted downward. “Do you?”

“Sometimes.” You let go of his chin, letting him turn back to the vanity’s mirror. “What do you think?”

It was far from a masterpiece. The sides were too short, the front too long, every part of it still as untamable as it’d been in its original state. Still, he took it in with wide eyes, the corner of his lips turning upward ever so slightly.

“It’s perfect.”

By the time he got back, you’d nearly fallen asleep.

With your body as wrung out as it was, your energy spent to the point of near unconsciousness, it was all you could do to watch through your eyelashes as Diluc appeared in the doorway to your bedroom, a towel thrown over his shoulder and that tiny, almost undetectable smile still painted across his lips. You’d done this enough for him to know how to navigate your apartment, to know how to navigate you – shifting onto your mattress slowly as he positioned himself between your legs. He’d gotten more used to contact since you started seeing each other, but his touch was still ginger, still gentle as he dragged the dampened cloth over the inside of your thighs. With a groan, you rolled onto your back, spreading your legs and giving him more space to work.

You’d been confused at first, but for all the eloquence Diluc lacked, he could be convincing when he wanted to be. You still weren’t sure how much of it you believed, but it made enough sense – a buried impulse, dampened by his newfound sentience but not quite drowned out. He didn’t want another user, he’d said, but he still had requirements to fill, and this would help to take the edge off.

You couldn’t complain, either. People coughed up tens of thousands of dollars for companion droids, and here you were, being paid six figures a year to close your eyes and let one bury his face between your thighs once or twice a week. The coddling wasn’t bad, either. Your line of work meant most of the people you met had stopped breathing a few days prior, and as loathed as you’d be to admit it, you didn’t hate the feeling of his delicate hands skirting over your skin, didn’t mind it when your eyes drifted open and met his, already fixed on your face. He bowed his head, dipping low enough for his lips to ghost over the curve of your hip before breaking the silence. “A sight as radiant as the rising sun.”

You let out a breath of a chuckle. “I didn’t think you used pre-scripted lines, anymore.”

“I don’t.” He preened, clearly more proud of himself than in-awe of you. “I thought of that one myself.”

This time, your laugh was throaty, genuine, loud enough to ring off the wall of your bedroom as you shoved him away with your foot. “If you want to be romantic, you can start by getting me something to drink, loverboy.”

He provided no resistance, disappearing into your dark apartment and reappearing with a glass of water in his hand a few minutes later. He handed it off to you with an easy smile, and you could almost pretend you didn’t see a phantom of gold in those dark eyes as his fingertips brushed against yours.

By the time you thought to reach for your taser, the android was already charging at you.

It was an Alhaitham, dressed in civilian clothes and sporting a ragged tear across the synthetic skin of his cheek. He was still standing over the corpse of his user – days old, by the time you and Diluc got there – but as you opened the door, he turned to face you, lips parted and his expression totally, utterly blank. For a second, it was all you could do to stare at him, to try to remember whether or not your report had mentioned the android being active, and then he was lunging at you.

You scrambled for your taser, already knowing you couldn’t be able to reach it before he reached you. You clenched your eyes shut, your fingers brushing against plastic, and then—

And then you felt Diluc’s hand on your shoulder, heard metal crack and fold into itself. Hesitantly, you opened your eyes, forcing yourself to take in the sight of Diluc’s hand wrapped around the android’s head which had been, in turn, reduced to a crumpled heap of scrap metal and shattered glass. Its body twitched once, twice, then went limp, and Diluc released it, letting the now-dysfunctional droid collapse.

After it failed to get up again, Diluc turned to you, practically beaming. “I think,” he said, his voice low, sentimental. “That this is what I’d do to you, if you ever tried to leave me.”

Golden eyes, the stench of fresh blood, the sounds of screaming muffled only by a thin sheet of metal. This time, it wasn’t so easy to pull yourself out of it.

You managed to nod, to force a few words out of your dry throat. “Got it, ‘luc.”

He hummed, the noise contented, appeased. Slowly, delicately, he cupped your cheek, tilting your head back and letting his lips ghost over your forehead. He barely touched you, the gesture as gentle as it was fleeting, but you could feel his grin cutting into your skin, wider than you’d ever seen it before.

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sludgevomit · 2 months

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Using you to milk my cock of its seed. To unleash the decades of built up anger and disdain upon your body. Kidnapping you to keep you away from the horrid outside. Manipulating you to trust and love me forever. Abusing and cherishing your flesh in the most intimate ways possible.

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crisiscutie · 4 months

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dollhouse

One of my yandere musings inspired me to write this! I always found the idea of a yandere Sephiroth stealing the darling of Fluffy Sephiroth to be really interesting, so why not do it now? Fair warning though, these are pretty gloomy.

Pairing: AC Sephiroth/Domestic Darling.

Content Warning: NSFW. Noncon. Emotional Abuse. Milk/Nursing Kink. Corruption Kink. Pregnant Darling.

Your weak moans broke the defeaning silence as he languidly fucked your cunt, his hand on your left thigh and the other on your right hip.

Damn your body working against you. Your cunt had a mind of its own; a trembling, gushing, wet mess that relentlessly pleaded for more of him.

But this wicked mockery of the man you loved disgusted your hurt mind.

You wished you were strong enough to support Sephiroth in the fight against his dark mirror...

His slit blue eyes and his twisted smile bore into you and your swollen, pregnant belly. It was clear that in his wicked fantasy mind, he thought this moment between you two was intimate, as if it was natural. It couldn't have been further from the truth, your truth.

"You've never looked so lovely before, my darling," he whispered, his velvety, "sweet" voice tainted with malice. He often tried to mimic your sweet husband to break you, but you always saw right through him. You won't give in. You don't want to.

He increased the power of his thrusts, coaxing a louder moan from your sweet lips, but still keeping that tortuously slow pace.

Oh, how you wanted this to end. How you wanted your Sephiroth back and live the happy life you two had before.

As his hand moved from your hip to your pregnant belly, you clenched your teeth, your protective maternal instincts triggering. No. No. Not your baby. Not what you had left of him.

But as usual, you couldn't move very much. It's like something is keeping your arms down, pinned to the bed. As much as you tried to move against this force, you only arched your back.

Your inner walls tightened around his cock as he delivered a particularly brutal thrust when you failed to respond to him.

"Our child will grow up to be strong. I will be the one to guide her - forever!" He growled.

His vast, dark wing sprouted from his back, wrapping you in its embrace as he continued to stroke your belly.

"You don't need to worry, darling. He's intertwined with me... a part of my very essence," For a brief second, his eyes widened as he said those last words.

He leaned down towards your pregnant belly, his lips hovering close but not quite kissing it.

You didn't react to what he said about your baby. Your focus was on his unsettling words. It's impossible, he couldn't be him. Your Sephiroth is still out there somewhere!

The initially gentle hand on your pregnant belly became possessive and rough as it moved up one of your milk-filled tits.

Your body twitched, a mixture of pain and pleasure unraveling within as he coaxed milk from your engorged nipple, his dark grin slightly widening at your reaction.

"Don't worry, darling. I'll make sure every drop of this precious milk is put to good use."

He squeezed your abused tit harder, reveled in more milk seeping over his hands and your belly. The traces of JENOVA'S imprint within your milk sent him into a primal frenzy.

His luscious lips hungrily latched onto your nipple, his tongue swirled around the flesh as he was determined to make true on his last words.

The thick and creamy liquid danced on his tastebuds, making his chest rumble with a twisted delight.

His cock constantly kissed your cervix, while only ever so slightly increasing his agonizing tempo. Even in his primal frenzy, he's still such a calculating bastard.

He released your nipple with a "pop" when he finally cummed inside you.

You screamed, feeling every drop of his corrupted seed mixing with your cunt juices. It's overwriting your desires and twisting your thoughts to fixate on him.

And it's disgustingly lukewarm, moving within you and coating every part of your insides like it's another entity. Why do you want more of it?!

He had a rare, radiant smile on his face, just like your lost husband. He watched tears streaming down your cheeks, your resistance finally started to melt.

Your husband was weak, he never deserved you... The man with you now could always protect you and your daughter. He could give you everything you ever wanted... Right?

Sephiroth licked the tears from your left cheek, before nuzzling into it and whispering softly in your ear.

"With me, all of my dolls will know true joy."

Next I do Yandere 7R Sephiroth musings? 👀

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