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[sencity]

yandere!botanist x gn!darling, pt. two . . .

˚₊ ꒰ nightmare fuel 𝄁︎ obsessive/needy behavior, violent intrusive thoughts, ominous thoughts, slight leg humping, oral receiving (for y/n), overstimulation (also y/n), cumming untouched, incidental self-harm, + mentions of blood, murder, and suicide.

˚₊ ꒰ word count 𝄁︎ 931.

˚₊ ꒰ key 𝄁︎ crossed out red words indicate sencha’s thoughts. blue text indicate sencha’s messages. purple text indicate y/n's messages.

˚₊ ꒰ sen’s statement(s) 𝄁︎ you’d find pt. one here, let alone sencha’s face claim and information here. this’ll be the last part of headcanons, btw. (these hcs just keep getting longer and longer, god).

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who leaves itemized love letters at your doorstep in the middle of the night with a flower that displayed his mood and what the love poem was going to be about. it could go from a stargazer lily with a letter sealed with a pink heart or a wilting petunia and a crumbled letter indicating that he was clearly angered with something and the letter sloppily ranted his baleful desires towards you.

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who glowers you down as he watches the flower shop clerk flirt with you, his mind whirling with thoughts of repetitively stabbing his throat with the claw of his rake before burying his body beneath his garden to use as fertilizer. it’s a miracle that he hasn’t launched at the man by now but stood there trembling with anger, his heart thumping harshly, hearing the word “go” compulsively raid his mind, his hands twitching occasionally yet noticeably as the thoughts became louder …

“that loser doesn’t even go know where go eucalyptus originated. y’know i could tell go you everyth-STAB HIM everything you need to know, y/n. why laugh MINE …it up with this weirdo? go.”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who is an empty threatener. his obsession is primarily threatening to his emotional, physical, and mental health since he wouldn’t harm a fly, not him or his compulsive/intrusive thoughts. he feels a bit belittled when you brush off his outbursts, but nothing but a small smooch should be able to brush it off… for now, at least …

“i’ll kill anyone who even considers you as an existing human being! KILL THEM KILL THEM INSTEAD no one should know that you’re alive but me, i’ll even kill myself because i know you!! so loud, my head…”

“hm, that’s nice to know, sweetheart.”

“sweetheart…no, hush. you’re a bane, y/n. you never take me seriously…sweetheart, sweetheart, sweet heart, my love is sweet to them…”

“and don’t… and you a lie. now c’mon, the apples should be ripe to try.”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who embraces you dotingly, tightly, and longingly, muffling a loud moan into your shirt. his knees were in a gelatinous state, buckling wildly to the point where his weight shifted on top of you. he shoved himself so deep into you to the point it was painful, as if he was forcing his way into what’s beneath your skin. his arousal wasn’t discreet either since he was ‘subtly’ grinding his hips into your leg like a mutt in heat …

“hnngh, y/n? i missed you so much, did you miss me too? please tell me you miss me, i need it…”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! with his face buried deep between your thighs, sucking and slurping you hungrily during your orgasms, seeing as his lips have not detached from you in a second. his own pants were stained with his own cum yet he hasn’t touched himself during the whole process, but solely examined your expressions as they contorted in pleasure and pain. his grasp around your thighs was hopeful and voracious. to think that someone like him would have such a hold, let alone coy look …

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry! it’ll be over soon, just one more for me, okay? just give me two more and i’ll love you harder…just five more…a few more than that, please?…sencha, you idiot…”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who is easy to please pt. two. he’ll take whatever you would give him sexually, even if it’s for your sadistic pleasure. he completely understands since he wants to see you in every scenario, so it only turns him on immensely that you love him so much to do such. he just wants to be useful for you, thrusting his sticky hips against you, his cum could be felt through the confinements of his boxers, which was caused by you merely kissing him and caressing his body. he couldn’t even breathe when you touched him so generously …

“please please please tell me you love me again…it’s a bold request and i’m a little messy but i know you can… i just want your love forever and—mmph, floret! your face, just look at me, catch me with your eyes and tell me i’m yours…”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who keeps his emotions limited to the best of his ability, but everything you do gets him so excited! the most ominous desires slip from his mouth instinctively, instinctively to the point where he doesn’t possess the mental awareness to apologize (which, again, you learned to inure) …

“i’ll skin all your friends in order to sew you a nice warm blanket to keep you comfy during the winter…”

“… that’s uh considerate, flower boy, but i’ll stick to the blankets you’ve bought me. they’re very warm, trust me.”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who absolutely trashes his place when you’re gone for too long with little to no explanation. once you came through the door you were greeted by a frantic and apologetic male, his roseated cheeks stained with smeared tears, his hands pricked with bloody rose thorns after destroying his vases out of resentment, and his hair was tousled and a bit damp from sweat. it was hard to be mad despite you being concerned, and what’s worse is that he seemed to calm down immensely when his hands traveled up your shirt, his breathing shaky and irregular as the thorns dragged across your skin …

“take off your shirt. i need your touch, your love, your sweat, embrace me with everything you own… i need your skin infused with mine… we’ll become one big bud of blubbery love, blooming under each other’s needs! you have a heart, don’t you?! can you show me, please? show me that you miss me. tell me that you need me. i can’t take another moment without you!”

© all rights reserved 𝄁︎ sencity. plagiarism will not be tolerated on this blog but addressed and chastised accordingly.

[sencity]

lemme keep my horrid thoughts to myself…

✎ yandere! loser headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― stalking, manipulation, delusional yandere, mentions of p0rn, slight nsfw, stockholm syndrome (?) etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! loser who's basically a shut in, rarely coming out of his apartment except for compulsory lessons at university. he's a huge loser, shit talking others during games, messy apartment, dark eye bag circles, always ordering delivery for his food... he's practically the embodiment of the word loser! if it weren't for his rich parents he would not survived a day past his 18th birthday.

✎ yandere! loser who sees you as his salvation, the only hope in his dark life. through your streams he found purpose in his life - to be with you. and when he found out you went to the same university as him? he just knew that you were meant to be with him! why else would you speak his username so lovingly every time he donates to you?

✎ yandere! loser who's obviously a big virgin. I mean, what would you expect from a guy who hasn't held a girl's hand since he was 5? plus he doesn't even come out of his apartment! the most experience he has is from the pornography he used to watch. don't worry! he doesn't watch it anymore! because now all he has to do is imagine you sucking him off and he cums instantly. he's a true loser. but he's your loser, yours! :D

✎ yandere! loser who stalks you both online and physically. at this point he knows more about you than all of your friends do, maybe even you yourself! he's also the type of guy to like something you posted 69 weeks ago just because he liked how you looked in it. but does one post from long ago matter when he literally spam likes everything you post?

✎ yandere! loser who tries to rizz you up with tips and tricks he read online from sites like Reddit. he read all those success stories in the Reddit comment section so surely it must work out for him too, right?! wrong. because when he tried to pin you against a wall and call you 'baby', you only snorted in laughter, calling him funny and walking off with your friends. why didn't it work?! it was from user @/masterrizzler3000 on Reddit so it should've worked! he's sad now :(

✎ yandere! loser who isn't actually that bad looking. if he put in some more effort into his appearance he would've been a solid 10/10 in your opinion. but unfortunately he doesn't and that brings him to a 6.5/10. don't worry, there's something about his loser self that makes him cuter :) and that's when you decided to give him a chance and go out with him. best worst mistake of your life.

✎ yandere! loser who's actually a pretty good gaslighter and manipulator, so good that you actually agreed to date him. though he isn't aware that he's actually manipulating you so to him, you're falling for him because you genuinely love him. looks like religiously watching monster and death note worked for him. and that kids, is the story of how I (21m) landed myself a solid 100/10 with my loser self!!! -him, probably.

✎ yandere! loser who believes wholeheartedly that you and him are meant to be. sure, you may be a little more lifeless than you used to be, he's not sure why, but you love him! you tell him that every morning after you wake up in his bed! the soft 'i love you's' and 'im yours' from your sweet mouth are practically proof that you love him too, right?! fret not, for he loves you too ♡

✎ "please! I'll die without you-! you... you won't let that happen, would you? haha... of course you won't. you love me after all ♡"

[sencity]

yandere!botanist x gn!darling, pt. one . . .

˚₊ ꒰ nightmare fuel 𝄁︎ obsessive behavior, the calm before the storm.

˚₊ ꒰ word count 𝄁︎ 792.

˚₊ ꒰ key 𝄁︎ crossed out red texts indicate sencha’s thoughts. blue text indicate sencha’s messages. purple text indicate y/n's messages.

˚₊ ꒰ sen’s statement(s) 𝄁︎ you’re more than likely to find my oc’s information here along with the rest of them. sencha’s a rusted gem, so polish him up a bit before handling him for me, ‘kay?

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who is your next-door neighbor and a close friend sitting in his coniferous garden, plucking a bourbon rose while playing a silly little game of “she loves me, she loves me not” even though he’s received the “not” end a plethora of times. yet, he’s not letting up, believing that he needs to try different flowers causing her to sit in a pile of flower petal …

“they love me… they love me so not… they love me! i knew i just have to try harder to get them to understand…this is perfect! next step is buying them a ring one day!”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who gives you different herbs for teas and restoratives daily in order to keep you healthy and nourished! because there’s no telling what pharmacists are putting in those lousy pills we call pain killers of yours. anything to keep you living for as long as…forever! …

“gingko can be used as antioxidants, but please don’t take too much, okay? actually, i’ll divide them into perfect amounts. i’ll make sure that you’re never ever sick, bee…”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who studies plants and flowers to the point where he lacks so much sleep just to perfect bouquets for you. he’s up taking the time to tell you each and every individual meaning and fact behind each flower and why it reminds him of you. heliotropes to symbolize his eternal devotion towards you, amaranths to immortalize his love for you, and calla lilies to represent your magnificent beauty.

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who also plants your favorite fruits and vegetables, don’t wanna get poisoned ones from grocery stores, they could be contaminated and make you sick! (even though part of him wishes for it to happen so he has an excuse to take care of you).

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who tears up at the sight of your excitement when you planted a flower of your own in a garden he built just for you. the bud was emerging from the soil and seeing you geeking over the fact that your flower was actually growing made his heart swell up with pride and mental adulation. word on the street says if he ever feels gloomy, he thinks about that moment and falls asleep with the biggest smile on his face.

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who is easy to please. a pat on the head washes away his frantic mind. a kiss on the cheek causes him to short circuit and never wash away the area on his cheek you’ve kissed. a simple thank you and the slightest smile makes his stomach do backflips, stammering over his words before he simply just closed his mouth and nodded frantically, his body bursting with tingles that feels like butterflies in the breeze.

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who gets very slick-mouthed and petty when you invite someone over and you don’t have time for him. you would think you would get used to his mouth, let alone him getting used to you being around other people, and yet he still behaves in such a way, and somehow he gets more blunt …

“flower boy, where are your cups?”

“oh? they’re really lame did the person you chatted with not have any? how could they not find y/n the tallest glass in the world?”

“if they did, i wouldn’t have asked you.”

“they seemed to have pretty big cups, honey… ones that you couldn’t keep your eyes off o-”

“ALRIGHT.”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who does/shows you everything for your validation and approval because without it he’s wilting in despair. he worked so hard on his flower pressed portrait and surprised you with it with the happiest (yet hopeful) smile. he, once again, leaped joyously when you beamed and praised him, giggling while hiding his face behind the painting, which caused only his blushed ears to be the star of the scene.

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who has a personal notebook that pertains to you and questions he wants to ask you when he finally has the courage to. he writes in it especially when you’re around to remember and study all the things you tell about yourself; it just looks like he’s studying another flower, but instead coming up with more ways to please you and learn all about you.

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! whose heartbeat was the only thing he could hear when your first flower you planted was the one he gave to you as a welcoming to the neighborhood. a potted marigold which you gifted him blithely and nostalgically. you then burst into laughter when he began with the waterworks, awwing him when he embraced you so suddenly, your feet lifting from the ground during the process …

“y-you’re the absolute kindest! thank you so much, y/n… you’re really a godsend… no, i’m being sincere! they’re so clueless it’s so cute i mean… just look at you! i wouldn’t want anything else in the universe, not even life itself…not a single flower…”

© all rights reserved 𝄁︎ sencity. plagiarism will not be tolerated on this blog but addressed and chastised accordingly.

[dodgebolts]

lyss im so fucking happy i screamed so loud. SEN FINALLY ON TOP 🙌🏾

I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!! I remember when I first asked you for recs when I first got into vct and you told me how much you loved sentinels WE WIN THESE!

[sencity]

i’m late as hell to the party but i have an oc named sencha in the drafts that’s definitely a narcissist’s type. a servile, doting and obsessive!yandere whose contentment revolves around their love interest (literally after reading that post i was tittering at the thought).

nightmare fuel: narcissistic tendencies (ofc), oral receiving, implied praise kink, overstimulation, body worshipping, violence, didn’t proof read + a little rambling.

your narcissism is merely a plus to him because not he doesn’t have to worry about smothering you with his adulation, not to mention that you’re an addict for his constant praise and attention (even though you were too prideful to voice something like that) so you didn’t plan on detaching yourself from him anytime soon. he’d latch onto you like an invasive leech, muttering on ways to imprint your soul into a blank book until your memories wilt into the paper. you’re simply beautiful inside and out to him, and a beauty like you deserves to be treated like oshibana.

“you’re so perfect in everything, floret! how did you know that they were dehydrated?” he would ask giddily, watching you in awe as you watered his new hibiscuses that he rambled and fawned over, especially with how they adorned his garden.

“hm, i thought it was obvious…” you replied with a soft grin even though you did extensive research just to avoid criticism or wanting to look more knowledgeable in botany than you really are.

obsessive!yandere who doesn’t even need to get off when it comes to pleasing your desires. there’s been points where he would gaze at your pussy/dick print through your shorts that clung onto the bouffage carelessly. although he knows that it’s your way of teasing him (then pretending as if you’re confused as to why he’s erected so you could have a detailed explanation in response) he’d spout out aimless apologies while coming up with excuses to simply worship you from head to toe. only a deity is worthy of beholding this much potency because there’s no only reason to explain how you're so…god, perfect…

“i-i can’t he…heeelp it..” he stammered out frantically, his hand roughly scrubbing his erection through his joggers, his eyes traveling up your crotch to your smug expression, which only caused his dick to twitch harshly beneath the constricting fabric. “w-wider, please. i’ll do a-anything, let m-…let me have this and then you’ll have me.”

then he would eat you out/suck you off for eternity until you’re blubbering pleas, until your thighs are numb off epidural, until you’re forcefully shoving him off since he was infused with so much pleasure to the point where even the safe words weren’t making him budge. surely he would apologize afterwards, sticking to genuine praises while peppering your body with kisses, but eventually gave into his desires again after claiming he needed to kiss one last area before departing.

narcissist!darling isn’t any better when it comes to their desires. they didn’t plan on letting him go anytime soon since a sycophantic gentleman was the last fantasy that was left unfulfilled. they will go insane after finding out obsessive!yandere isn’t himself simply because someone hurt his feelings. someone who gives you the utmost attention, the praise, the fame, only for your day to be off schedule because he’s a bit down? how annoying…

you’d scroll through his phone as he vented to you about the issue, which you weren’t too interested in. all you need to know is that the person in question needs to be out of your life in order for it to be orderly again. if sencha’s life isn’t in order, your life isn’t, so it’s only a given that you would address the situation promptly.

“i already plan on confronting this person, so stop protesting. you should be thanking me for going out of my way to make you feel better. i’m starting to feel a little… unappreciated.”

“unappreciated? but why? i’m so sorry, y/n! it was never my intention to make you feel this way! i just… don’t want to see you tangled in unnecessary mess. you deserve so much more because you’re absolutely perfect…”

and of course, you sensed that everything will fall back into place soon, because once he finishes praising and reassuring you, you’d give him a little something in return just to keep him on his toes…

Craving me some Yandere x Narcissist! Reader rn. Imagine a Yandere being so obsessed with you, so inlove with how you know how precious and absolutely gorgeous you are. Them showering praises on you and you sucking it up but responding with a simple “I know.”

[fnaticboaster]

#SENCITY TIME BABY LET'S GET IT

[sencity]

playboy bunny . . ☪︎︎

˚₊ ꒰ nightmare fuel 𝄁︎ playboy bunny consists of: sub!sanji, bi!sanji, male!y/n, bunny suit!sanji, post-timeskip!sanji, m!oral receiving, edging, grinding, mentions of excessive slobber, cum, and blood, slight degradation, smoking (herbal joint), old one shot, praise + implied riding.

˚₊ ꒰ word count 𝄁︎ 3205.

˚₊ ꒰ sen’s statements 𝄁︎ i’ll do everything for this twinkalink. anyways, masterlist anyone?

Exceptional times like this, Y/N gets a little too disinterested in the cook’s beaming smile, obsessive rambling, and sudden pirouetting to examine other locations that are equally as eye-catching and in need of his lecherous gazes.

Sanji’s slight forearm muscles with his gentle biceps he confined in his notorious suit were currently conspicuous due to the suggestive costume he was provoked to try on. The pointed breast cuffs of the scandalous attire embosomed his chest a little too tight. It was almost impossible to believe that the chef was able to maneuver in something he possibly couldn’t even breathe in.

The constriction was also proven with another impulsive glance; his bulge was utterly prominent in the midnight latex body suit, also testing to see how long Y/N could uphold a conversation with him until he finally took the bait and quickly retired to the bedroom. Y/N never in his life wanted to desperately switch locations with the simple black mesh pantyhose stockings that were embracing his supple thighs with infinite delicacy. It was an enticing but shocking experience for him, seeming as if he believed that Sanji wouldn’t be into the whole costume idea.

His accessories brought out the outfit as well — the fuzzy pure white cuffs that clasped onto his wrists, the cute little white ribbons tied into knots on both sides of his hips for decoration, the white collar enclosed around his pretty throat with a black bow tie to top it off, and of course white bunny ears representing the cherry to the cake that will be getting devoured tonight. To check to see if his theory was accurate, which was Sanji’s doing this out of his pure, guileless curiosity and thoughtfulness, Y/N gulped down his salacious ideas for a moment to give Sanji another one of his harmless orders, which was — “Come on, let’s catch up in the bedroom. The kitchen’s kinda cold, not really the best place to do it..”

He stops twirling instantly, surprisingly not dropping not one seed from the homemade smoothie bowl he crafted for Y/N. With the same, thrilled, oblivious cheese, he placed his leg back on the floor before finally handing Y/N the smoothie bowl which he promised himself to eat after so he wouldn’t appear ungrateful or wasteful. As anticipated, Sanji enclosed the space in between them to embrace Y/N’s torso with a satisfied hum after nuzzling his neck, practically applying most of his weight on him causing you to smile a bit and hug him tighter, kissing the top of his head causing his heart to melt into a pile of mush.

“Y/N, my handsome prince not only arrived to accompany me but to gift me some of his heavenly hugs and kisses! What a lovely night indeeeed! You shall have anything you want tonight, mon amour, and I’ll happily oblige!”

“Anything I want, yeah? Meaning anything I desire from you?”

And that’s how those artless events led to here: Sanji owning up to his “anything you want” promise by reposing in between the impish male’s legs, quaffing down the excessive slobber that inundated Y/N’s throbbing dick, also wondering how the hell did these events occur so fast.

Y/N was choosey about how he wanted in their sessions to turn out since his desires were on the line, meaning he was liable for the chef’s lecherous display he was performing for him personally — Sanji trying his toughest to abate his arousal by attrition, shifting and grinding into the covers below him, but alternatively pleasuring his somewhat stressed partner first as he promised. The partner in question, who was entangling his quizzical fingers in Sanji’s auric sheets of hair, bestowed him with sensual praise since he had been doing so well ever since he unbuckled his belt for him.

Since his mouth was stuffed and entertained as his hands occupied Y/N’s soft, thermal thighs. Sanji’s combination of essential herbs enveloped with the thin paper was reposing between Y/N’s lips safe and sound, adding to the venerated expression on his face. By all means, the revering tour de force was exceeding most of his expectations, but he had another idea on how he could adorn the scene. With a little tug at Sanji’s hair, he focused his attention on you and not the dick he withdrew from his mouth with an audible sigh. A string of a slobber and pre–cum mixture stretched from your tawny tip to Sanji’s soaked lips, making your dick twitch a little too hard at the vision.

“Come on Sanji, if you wanna be a bunny at least do it properly…” Your words were lucid yet beyond comprehension; you were stating that Sanji was doing something you disliked but he was unable to pinpoint what it was. The teary disturbance in his gaze was imploring for answers before he could verbally disclose what needed to be changed so he could have a wonderful experience. Y/N, in response, adjusted the headband of Sanji’s rabbit ears since they were lopsided due to their activity. As you took a deep inhale of the joint so the smoke could aid your lungs, dispersing as they inflated, Sanji was determined to keep your high intact. So by rewrapping his lissome fingers around your twitchy dick, your exhale audibly trembled due to your sensitivity, but that didn’t stop the dense gray smoke clouds that whizzed past your lips with ease.

You then took the joint from your lips to guide it over to Sanji’s inundated ones. Understanding the gesture immediately, his lips parted slightly allowing Y/N to place them in between his lips so he could enhance a distinct type of high. Disregarding the sticky substances cascading from the corners of his mouth and down to his jaw, Sanji took a moment to take a quick breather so he wouldn’t have any trouble with inhaling the mixture that not only promoted relaxation but also arousal. His lips latched onto the joint as soft squelches from the gradual strokes declared disclosure. After inhaling enough to reach the limited capacity, he exhaled cordiform clouds from his lips with a satisfied grin growing on his face.

When you removed the joint from his lips, you untangled your fingers from his hair to place your hand on the warmth of Sanji’s cheek. Your tender touch was taking a toll on his addled brain, especially after criticizing his imitations of another species. As you smeared your thumb across his slobbery lips, essentially smudging the fluids around them and cheeks, you then audaciously ordered — “Now arch your back as high as you can and shake your cute little cotton tail…”

Hesitation operated his actions for a hot second. It wasn’t out of the blue when Y/N asked him things along the lines of “arch some more” or simply placing his hand on his lower back to deepen the arch for him, but to add on a little humiliating butt shake was only the beginning of his timidness. Though he did vow to do anything for you to mitigate the stress you were experiencing, not to mention that your cinnamon-hued eyes were imbued with impatience and wonder, so it led him no choice but to so-called “oblige” and comply.

While resting the side of his face on your inner thigh for support, he positioned his knees so that he could hoist his behind up in the air as high as he could, deepening his arch as well as dimples that were prominent as faculae on the sun. The gyration of Y/N’s lucid, lascivious thoughts was immediately provoked when Sanji’s face rubefied once he gave his “cotton tail” a little shake. Even after trying to throw in an amused laugh to shake Sanji up even more, you were restively bucking your hips up a bit indicating that he needs to hurry and continue appropriately. While performing the order he was told, Sanji indeed proceeded to please you by lifting his head from your thigh to enclose his lips around your sensitive tip.

A performance you would rate a perfect 10/10 and would not recommend anyone else to watch but you. You were entranced by the way Sanji pampered your drooling tip with starved kisses as his precise hand movement grazed his dick to the point where those evocative squelches conquered the silence. Besotted with the glimmery effect of his soaked fingers that were caused by the slaver that emptied from the warmth of Sanji’s mouth, cascading down your dick ‘til it reached the beginning.

The depletion of Y/N’s self–possession not only harmed his vain, but also the ability for Sanji to break away his intentional gaze even if it was knowingly impossible for him to do so. Your fingers were captured in the annulets of your own hallowed honey curls after granting Sanji freedom when your hands were trapped in his own hair. You were also exhausting yourself with the constant, deep breaths you were taking as if the oxygen was thin. At this rate, Y/N was unable to decipher how much more of this he could take and seeing you in such a vulnerable position no matter how he was receiving pleasure is one way to drive a lovesick, obsessive man wild.

“Fuck, you’re so cute…giving me a hard time finding some composure…” Defeated breathless laughs in between your airy moans encouraged Sanji’s desire for sexual elation, even his little tail–shaking act wasn’t done at will anymore since he was trying to develop some sort of friction to subside the aching discomfort building up in his dick. Thoughtlessly, considering that Y/N has been derided from his approaching orgasm itself since it was taking entirely too long, he thrusts his hips up causing his dick to slide down Sanji’s throat causing his eyes to widen and audibly gag at the sudden length abusing his mouth. “Gonna reward you so good, yeah? My pretty fucking bunny, always do what he’s told.”

Sanji’s vision was soused with tears of zeal and vehemence as you proceeded to selfishly rupture his throat when you sensed your high approaching soon. Adding on that the scarce extols and approvals from you exacerbated Sanji’s desperation. With each gurgle and pitched gag you strained from the chef, a muffled whimper of discomfort titillated against your dick, also forging accidental moans due to the slight vibration. With the joint-holding hand, Y/N impulsively placed it on top of Sanji’s head before pushing his head down more, needing him to take all of you and leave no trace of cum once you’re done.

“Don’t be silly, bunnies can’t gag, let alone vomit, so take it..all,” Even your subtle wit wasn’t enough to rescue him from this pit of ephemeral exhilaration. Sanji’s eyes slammed shut as he grasped onto your thighs before tears began rolling down his flushed face since it was too much to bear. Quickly, he lifted his head for a gust of air followed by a short string of minor gasps before he perished from suffocation. After gaining a bit of composure, he went back down, disregarding the burning sensation in his throat and nostrils as he took his dick back down his throat where it belonged. Y/N tilted back his head, furrowing his brows as his suggestive breaths converted into stammered praises and slurred moans; a big indicator that he was seconds away from finally reaching his orgasm.

“E–Everything, all of it, mmm. Beautiful bunny…”

Your praises not only faltered more, but your tone reached a crescendo without trying as Sanji sucked clamorously, gently massaging your thigh for comfort and reassurance. Tears pricked your lashes as you shifted a bit more in the sheets below you, placing your hand over your mouth after concluding that they weren’t necessarily the only ones on this silent, seemingly vacant ship. Expectedly, Y/N permitted whines to fly from his mouth in order to catch them with his palm as his thighs began to tremble a bit. Then, his dick twitches violently in Sanji’s mouth, implying and warning that he was cumming but it was too late for Sanji to physically prepare since his orgasm took him by surprise. Once again, Sanji’s head jolted upwards due to accidental suffocation, but this time the nymph’s divine juices cascaded from Sanji’s mouth and back onto his tip, which was still sopping from cum that just would not stop dripping from the entrance.

With a couple of breaths, Y/N looked back at Sanji and he was in the midst of swallowing the excess cum that refused to drop from his sticky lips. You grinned lazily at Sanji, oddly flagitious at him and his half-lidded mocha brown eye. You then grabbed his jaw, puffing his cheeks out due to the mild grip you had on his face, but nothing that would cause severe harm. Enough to keep him attentive and remind him that the both of you are nowhere near done. “Once again, as expected, out of character. Clean up the mess you made before I reward you for your hard work.”

Quickly and efficiently, Sanji’s compliance was returned with a nod before brushing the cum from his lips with the tip of his tongue with a small, weary smile, giving you a couple of collywobbles in his stomach because of the expression. Then, he darted his tongue back out of his mouth to lick the essence clean from your semi-hard dick and lower stomach, sitting back up to carefully straddle your lap, not intending on worsening his forming erection even though it’s a bit too late for that, and cuffing his feathery cheeks to pull you into a frantic, rapturous kiss.

Your touch was brisk, instinctive, and concise in more ways than one. As Sanji’s cum-soaked tongue drifted past the entrance of your fallen lips. Your hands then glided down his waist, provoking ecstatic prickles and joyous horripilation when your nails grazed his completely nude back. Naturally, your nails would get caught in the mesh of Sanji’s stockings, but that was intended since he planned to slice open enough holds to free whatever he was confining up in that material of his.

Not only did you swallow every drop of your own cum, but each and every one of the blithesome, needy whimpers Sanji was liberating so desperately, grinding and shifting on your lap when the achy pain of his dick resided after processing the scenario. Sanji was the first to pull away from the ardent, intimate kiss when loud tears coming from behind him ended up startling, yet exciting him, just a bit. Your nails then traveled across his thighs, purposely creating an incision tough enough to tear some thread, not to create holes. With a puckish smirk, your hands finally reached your desired destination, which was the extremely prominent erection that made out most of the shape of Sanji’s dick due to the constriction.

“Now what to do with a messy bunny like you..” Verbally, Y/N wondered as if numerous ideas didn’t come swarming into his head once he set his eyes on the costume. Sanji could only take much more of this sexual torture; he’s running out of personal persuasions to allow you to take as much time as he needs due to the promise he refuses to break, but hope the Gods above you hurries and discovers some amelioration and fast.

“All you please, h–handsome..” With a breathy suggestion, and a little too much freedom, Sanji glanced down at his own phallus to squeeze his fingers in between the latex in the crotch area to force it to the side, potentially discharging and alleviating most of the strain it had on him after confining it for too long. Instinctively, his eyes gazed down as he restricted any upcoming pained whimpers from brushing the tight fabric against his sore, abused dick. A couple of relieved chuckles erupted from his somewhat sore throat as he lazily gazes back up at you, who was hellbent on the scene below you so Sanji hooked his fingers under your chin, lifted his attention to you ever so gently, and lilts — “Je veux juste te faire plaisir, mon amour..”

Automatically translating, thanks to his teachings from the enthusiastic bunny himself, Y/N muttered an engrossed “ouais ?” at the fascinating comment Sanji made as if he wasn’t genuine from the start. Consenting nods was all you needed for confirmation before focusing all of your attention back on the little problem that Sanji can’t seem to get rid of. A blithering “Cute, but annoying,” was only the beginning of your patience being obliterated. With that in mind, it wasn’t unnatural for you to start scathing the fabric with your nail since it was planning on hindering future events that your mind was set on. Needless to say that no ordinary human could cut through latex with the tip of the nail of their pinky, but Y/N was treating it as if it was some ordinary paper, hence you were careful with the mesh so you wouldn’t cause Sanji to bleed out. Afterwards, he instantly poked a big enough hole to stretch open, finally freeing his constrained dick from the layers.

“There, there, there, touch it please, pl–please..” Sanji chivvied when your fingers barely caressed the veins of it, but you still managed to pressure an impulsive reaction from him. His response chuffed you a bit; how could he ever tell something as adorable and troubled as a bunny in distress? It was almost unlike you to not drive Sanji over to the edge, so you gently encased his hand around his throbbing dick as you stroked him slowly, pressing his thumb against his soppy, reddened tip that was just drooling with clear pre–cum. Almost immediately overwhelmed and flamed with joy, he shifted uncontrollably in his lap, cavorting to the point where it was troublesome to keep up with his sporadic movements. Other than Sanji, Y/N needed Eros to ensure that the cook will be unavailable to make breakfast tomorrow by permitting more of those deafening, inconsiderate, whiny moans to fly from the nebbish chef.

“You even binky like a bunny, you must be so excited…” Haughtily and tauntingly, you giggled against his marked chest, speeding up his hand movements causing tears of delight to overflow in his eyes. It was hard for you to abdicate your degrading persona when Sanji’s reactions were so major each time you pointed out something that was moderately humiliating; it was way too cute to not let go. “Wanna cum so bad, wanna make me feel so good but it’s hurting you so bad…” Persistent mindless nods along with a spate of pretty little “yes’s” amused the playful male, but all of this teasing was, again, toying with his patience a bit so you placed your other hand on his lower back before giving his dick a slight, alerting squeeze causing him to squeal silently, but attentively listen to what you has to say.

“Then how about you try putting your energy into prepping and pleasing instead of begging so you could get to hopping like the prettiest fucking bunny you are.”

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What about dr kry with a darling that's scared of needles?

Panic point

Doctor!yandere OC x reader

Summary: you have to have your blood tested. Only problem? You're afraid of needles.

Warnings: blood, panic attack(?)

Word count: 1.3k

He’s feared this day — and so have you. 

You need to get your blood taken, just to make sure that you’re healthy … or at least as healthy as Dr Kry will allow you to be. You hate needles more than anything else on this pesky planet — maybe even more than being bedridden. Dr Kry hates to force you to do something you’re so afraid off and at the same time terrified of the results he’ll get from the test. But it has to be done, he needs to know where he has you. 

“Y/N?” he asks as he enters the empty room. “Where did you go?”

He walks around, looks behind the curtains, under the bed and under his desk. You’re nowhere. That’s when he notices the bathroom. The red image under the handle is all he needs to know to understand where you are. He walks over and leans against the door. 

“Y/N, don’t be like this”, he says slowly and tries the door handle. 

“I’m not doing it!” you growl from inside the bathroom. “Not a chance!”

“Y/N …”

“I would rather die!”

Dr Kry sighs and rolls his eyes. 

“The quicker you come out, the quicker it’s over”, he reminds you. “I have everything set up, it’ll only take five minutes … probably less. I just need to put a little band over your arm and hit a vein. I don’t need more.”

“Never.”

“Y/N, don’t make me take the door off the hinges.”

A second of silence follows before you blow off. 

“Fucking leave me alone!” you scream angrily. “I fucking hate you! I told you that I don’t want to do it! Just leave me alone!”

Dr Kry clenches his jaw and takes a deep breath. Anger rises through his chest, but he knows that he can’t let himself get mad. Not at you. Not at his sweetheart. It’s not your fault that you scream at him. You can never do anything wrong in his eyes. You’re just scared, you’re not meaning to do this.

“Y/N, come out in this instant”, he says firmly. “I’m not playing around. You have to do this, whether you like it or not. It’s for your health, to make sure you feel better!”

A few seconds of silence follows, and then a click from the door. Dr Kry wants to rip the door open to prevent you from changing your mind and locking it, but he doesn’t want to scare you even further. You open it carefully and meet his eyes. You’re glaring at him. 

“Thank you”, he says and takes a hold of the door. “Shall we start?”

You don’t answer. You push past him and sit down on your bed with your arms crossed. Dr Kry follows and sinks down on his rolling stool. 

“Would you like me to explain everything I’m going to do?” he asks. “So you’ll feel a bit more comfortable?”

You nod shortly. 

“I will tie a rubber band around your arm until a vein is exposed”, he starts calmly and takes out the needle. “Then I will use this one to take a few drops of blood. Afterwards it’s done.”

“That thing is fucking huge!” you raise your voice. 

“It’s not huge, Y/N.” He puts the syringe back. “Let’s start. Give me your left arm.”

You don’t comply. Dr Kry sighs and takes your arm in his hand. He pulls the rubber band over your arm and waits until a vein is prominent. Carefully, he wipes the skin with a disinfected wet wipe. You flinch as he picks up the syringe. 

“No, no, no, no-”, you babble while shaking your head and trying to pull your arm back.

“Y/N, stop”, Dr Kry says and holds your arm still in a firm, strong grip. “If you move around I might hurt you.”

You start to sob and Dr Kry puts down the syringe. He puts his now free hand on your cheek to wipe your tears while holding your left arm firmly with the other.

“It’s going to be okay”, he says softly. “It’s going to be quick and it won’t hurt.”

“Yes, it will!” you sniffle. 

“Maybe just a little sting, but you’ve been through worse.”

“Please don’t do it, doctor … please.”

“I’m sorry, I have to.”

“I can take a urine sample, a-anything else! Just not a needle.”

“I need to check your blood, not your urine. Believe me, Y/N, if I thought that a urine sample was good enough, I’d let you take one. But it’s not as accurate. I have to know exactly how you’re feeling.”

You hide your face into his arm. Dr Kry caresses your hair. 

“Let’s get it over with, okay?” he encourages. “You’re strong, you’re amazing. How about we get something yummy to eat later as a prize for you being so so brave, hm? How about a muffin?”

You nod into his arm. The coming seconds are either too fast or too slow, none of you can recall how much time passes. The needle breaks through the skin and you look away with a whimper. Dr Kry watches the blood enter the syringe and pulls it out of your arm. He places a cotton pad over the small hole in your skin. 

“Hold that”, he says. 

You take the cotton pad in a shaking hand and hold it over the small hole. Dr Kry closes the tube and puts a band aid over the hole, pressing down on it for a few seconds. 

“And we’re done!” he says, cupping your cheeks. “You did so well, I’m so proud of you, Y/N!”

You sob in relief. Dr Kry wants to hug you, but he has to be professional. 

“You did so, so well”, he says proudly. “See? It wasn’t too bad.”

“Can I get a muffin now?” you ask quietly. 

Dr Kry chuckles and nods. He leaves and comes back ten minutes later with a blueberry muffin from the cafeteria. 

“Here you go”, he says and puts it in your hand. 

You split it in two and hold out one of the halves to him. 

“For me?” he asks, shocked. 

You nod shyly.

“Thank you, Y/N”, he says and takes the split half.

“I’m sorry for swearing at you … and saying that i hate you”, you say shamefully. “I didn’t mean any of it …”

“It’s okay, Y/N, I didn’t take it to heart.”

Yes, he did. 

“I understand that you were scared”, he says and takes a small bite of the muffin. “It’s behind us now, don’t be embarrassed. You can’t do anything wrong in my eyes. I should have prepared you better.”

After you’ve eaten the muffin, he puts you to bed and reads out of the book you’re currently reading. You drift off to sleep in no time. Dr Kry closes the book and looks at you with a fond smile. You have the teddy bear he gave you last christmas under your arm, snuggling with it. You have it every time you’re napping and it makes Dr Kry want to melt into a puddle. He tucks you in and places the book back in the book shelf. Before walking out, he regulates the toxic air purifier. Every time he has to leave you, his heart shrinks. 

Dr Kry tests your blood down in the lab. He’s careful with every action. Your blood is precious, he doesn’t want to spill any of it. It will have put you through misery for nothing. He will come back in a week and see if there’s any haunting results. Dr Kry takes a deep breath. He’s positive that you’re okay. You have to. He can’t imagine what he’s going to do if you’re not … he doesn’t dare to imagine it. 

He walks back to your room and decides to do some paper work while you sleep soundly behind him. It’s these types of moments he wishes could last forever. 

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[sencity]

be so FUCKING fr…

I NEVER REALISED ZORO WAS WEARING KIMONO LIKE FOR WHEN MODERN JAPANESE MEN GET MARRIED?????!!?!??!?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

[sencity]

yandere!poet x gn!darling, pt. two . . .

˚₊ ꒰ nightmare fuel 𝄁︎ obsessive/possessive themes, self-harm/mentions of blood, f!masturbation, overstimulation (y/n receiving), death threats, assault, suicide notes, vengeful habits, + controlling/manipulating behavior.

˚₊ ꒰ word count 𝄁︎ 949.

˚₊ ꒰ key 𝄁︎ crossed out red words indicate amunet's thoughts. blue text indicate amunet's messages. purple text indicate y/n's messages.

˚₊ ꒰ sen’s statement(s) 𝄁︎ you’d find pt. one here, let alone amunet’s face claim and information here. this’ll be the last part of headcanons, btw.

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere poet! who’s trembling harshly in regret after you confronted her about her ominous sonnet named “stained cosmos”. a poem that was supposedly written in red ink, but over time it began to fade into an old brown, which heightened your concern seeing as the sonnet was quite dark …

“amunet, you have to tell me why you did this. is this your…blood? i’d be very upset if it was… are you alright?”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere poet! who’s in their room puling fearfully to herself as the quill pen danced across her paper, even though the ink replacement was simply red dye and her tears acted as blood. how could you be upset with how devoted she is to you? were you rejecting her creativity or her…? how else could she show you how devoted she is!? but yet …

“you y/n care so y/n d…eeply…for y/n me…my beloved…y/n, what are you doing?…”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere poet! who ends up fingering herself while announcing more slam poetry in her room, one with more lecherous intent behind it, her body writhing with an enraptured smile as she moaned carelessly as if her neighbors weren’t filing complaints about the ruckus …

“mmn, a-and your y/n scent, your y/n lips, e-even y/n your- sh-shit…y/n, your body…”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere poet! who fell into her desires shamefully by calling you frequently since she “has nightmares” and needed you to “read her her favorite poems so she could go to bed” which was a solid excuse to use your voice to feed into her desires. she felt regretful, but each word caused a throb between her thighs, her hips rolling with need …

“and her love was too tangled up in—huh? amunet? you’re breathing very loudly—was that a moan?”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere poet! who steals your pencils and pens during class and yet you still believe that you’re just bad at organizing. meanwhile, after the club ended and she was alone in the classroom, she was using the writing utensil, inhaling the stimulating scent deeply before smiling maniacally, placing her head on the desk while dragging the pen/pencil down her clothed pussy frantically.

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere poet! who makes you cum at least thrice every night, fingering/jerking you as her eyes fixated on your frantic reactions due to you being overstimulated since she cannot get enough of you. she praises you lovingly with sweet somethings; she manages to say new compliments every time she sees you, let alone think of you. you pleaded and pleaded for her to stop, but her flattering words only caused you to falter and give into her desires, even though you knew it would last until sunrise …

“such pretty noises from my your pretty mouth, not enough prose in the world could compare to what i own i love. maybe we should do this until death the morning again, how does that sound?”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere poet! who owned up to her promise and used the blood of the body of a person who had the audacity to assist you with your poetry assignment as an excuse to flirt (which amunet did her best to rectify and rephrase words just for you so you could finish the assignments in class). but don’t worry! the person isn’t dead or anything, but generous enough to lie there below her mutilated and blubbering, acting as an ink supply for her projects …

“there, now i don’t have to scar my arms anymore, my darling y/n doesn’t need their memory scarred as well, they hate it when i hurt myself…but i don’t recall them mentioning about hurting others…”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere poet! whose vindictive nature embraced more when you teased her about the new friends you’ve made, resulting in glowering disdainfully at you, grumbling short-worded complaints since she was better with her emotions on paper…or when she’s completely enamored by the thought of you. she finally cut you off, her fists clenching and trembling with indignation towards these people you’ve met, these people you’ll soon mourn over …

“i’ll kill maim everyone in our phones so they’ll never ring again… how dare you be such a cheater so ungrateful? do you not understand how far i’ve gone for your recognition? how many clothes have i stained for your acceptance? and yet you turn around and mingle with people who aren’t even above my level…”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere poet! who nails death threats on your friends’ doors or anyone else who even lacked the decency to gaze upon you.

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere poet! who slips suicide poems in your locker unpredictably, but you found her actions trite since you knew she wasn’t actually dead but needed you right this instant. perhaps attempting to correct your behavior once more. you took your time looking for her only to find out she’s not even at school, therefore you left early.

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere poet! who was waiting outside of your apartment while spinning a switch knife around her fingers with a dazed, lovelorn, and lifeless expression, which not only deepened your confusion, but worried you tremendously. it was for your own good, she convinced herself. as much as she didn’t want to go this route, you tend to not do as she says when she says it. it’s hard to give you the best when you’re acting the worst (even though your rebellious nature only lured her in even more) …

“i’ve spilled punch them more blood than ink for your attention, and yet you still have the audacity to not make me the highest priority still look the other way? that’s alright, hun—shh, shut the fuck up don’t explain yourself. therefore, i will show you how much my soul yearns for you by engraving affirmations on your precious body in…red ink. perhaps a few marks to help everyone kill them all else conclude that you’re only my muse to alter and maim, to control and cripple. my y/n, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine…”

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