#☕️tw: kidnapping and drugs

[aasouthteranoswife]

Claimed by the Devil

Warning(s): Abduction/Kidnapping, Non-consensual Behavior, drugs, Emotional Manipulation, Dubious Consent, P and V penetration, Power Imbalance, Coercion, Dark Themes, Physical Restraint, Cursing, Toxic Relationships, Crying, and Hitting. 

Summary: When you're abducted by Toji Fushiguro, the ruthless leader of a powerful gang, you're thrust into a dangerous game of power and control. Trapped in his world, his possessive gaze and commanding presence leave you questioning your will to resist as the lines between captivity and desire blur.

The room is dim, lit by a single swinging bulb casting shadows over cracked concrete walls. You're seated in a dusty chair, wrists bound. Your head swims from whatever drug they used, fragments of chaos flashing in your memory—the alley, the struggle, and Toji Fushiguro stepping through the smoke like a predator.

“You’re awake,” he drawls, leaning against the doorframe, his presence suffocating. His sharp eyes rake over you, making your skin prickle.

“Why am I here?” you croak, voice trembling.

Toji smirks, dark and wolfish. “Sending a message to your daddy. What better way than taking something precious?”

Your stomach sinks. This wasn’t random. It’s about power. But the possessiveness in his gaze makes it clear you’re more than just leverage.

Later, you’re taken to a locked, lavish bedroom. Exhausted, you sit on the bed, the oversized shirt slipping off your shoulder. Toji enters, his jacket gone, his shirt untucked, his presence as overwhelming as ever.

“What do you want now?” you snap, trying to sound defiant.

He leans closer, fingers brushing your chin. “You can make this easy or fight me. Either way, you’re mine.”

Your heart pounds as he leaves, locking the door. The hours blur as you test every escape route to no avail. When Toji returns, his voice drips with amusement.

“You. I thought I made that clear,” he says when you ask why he’s here.

“I’m not yours,” you whisper, trembling.

Toji crouches, his hand brushing your face. “You’ll see soon enough. This isn’t love—it’s power.”

His words linger as he stands, smirking. “Rest up. You’ll need it.” The door locks behind him, leaving you with the chilling realization that Toji Fushiguro never takes no for an answer.

The following days blur together, marked by Toji’s occasional visits and Megumi’s silent appearances. Unlike his father, Megumi keeps his distance, his gaze unreadable whenever he catches sight of you. It’s clear he doesn’t entirely approve of what’s happening, but he doesn’t interfere either.

You notice the unspoken tension between father and son. Megumi is calculating, his movements careful and deliberate. He’s watching you too, though his reasons remain unclear. You wonder if he’s a potential ally or just another shadow in this nightmare.

But with Toji, it’s different. He’s relentless, pushing boundaries, and testing your resolve. And though you hate him with every fiber of your being, a part of you begins to understand the power he wields—not just over his gang, but over everyone in his orbit. Including you.

The silence in the room is heavy when Toji enters again, his footsteps deliberate as he approaches you. His smirk is nowhere to be seen this time, replaced by a calm, calculating expression that unsettles you far more. He carries a bundle of clothes in one hand, tossing them onto the bed without ceremony.

“You’ve been here for days,” he says, his tone almost conversational. “You’re overdue for a shower.”

Your brows knit together in confusion, your eyes darting from the clothes to him. “And you care why?”

He chuckles, low and mocking. “Because I don’t want my future wife looking like a stray. Get up.”

Your hands curl into fists at his words, heat rising to your face—not just from anger, but from the way he says wife with such certainty. The way it rolls off his tongue like it’s already a fact.

When you don’t move, he steps closer, towering over you, his presence almost suffocating. “Don’t make me repeat myself, sweetheart. It won’t end well.”

Reluctantly, you rise from the bed, your body tense as you glare at him. “Turn around,” you demand, motioning to the clothes he’d brought. “I’m not changing in front of you.”

Toji’s smirk returns, sharp and teasing. “You think I haven’t already seen more than that little shirt covers?” 

His gaze drops, and a smirk tugs at his lips as his eyes linger. "You should cover up better," he remarks, his voice teasing yet laced with a possessive edge. His finger lazily points toward your chest, where your nipples press visibly against the fabric, betraying your body’s reaction to the chill—or perhaps to him.

You cross your arms instinctively, heat rushing to your face. “Stop staring,” you snap, though your voice lacks conviction.

“Can’t blame me for appreciating the view,” he replies, his tone dripping with amusement, as if he owns not only the moment but you entirely.

Your cheeks burn, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. “Turn. Around.”

To your surprise, he does, his broad back facing you as he crosses his arms over his chest. The sight of him even turned away, sends a shiver through you—a reminder of just how dangerous this man is. You quickly change into the fresh clothes, the shirt and sweatpants far more comfortable than the oversized, stained shirt you’d been wearing.

“I’m done,” you mutter, hating the vulnerability in your voice.

He turns, his gaze raking over you like he’s appraising his work. “Better. Now, come on.”

“To where?” you ask, your voice sharper now, though you follow as he leads you out of the room.

He doesn’t answer, simply guiding you down the dim hallway to another door. When he opens it, steam wafts out, and you realize it’s a bathroom—a large, lavish one, its tiles gleaming under the soft glow of the light.

“Shower,” he orders, stepping aside to let you enter.

You hesitate, your eyes narrowing. “You’re just going to stand there?”

Toji raises an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Who said I was staying outside?”

Your heart skips a beat, your body freezing at his words. “You’re joking.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” He leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed as he watches you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. “I don’t trust you not to try something stupid. So, I’ll stay right here. Or…” He straightens, taking a deliberate step toward you. “I can join you.”

Your throat goes dry, the heat in his gaze making your pulse race. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” he says, his voice low, almost a purr. “But you’ll do as I say.”

With trembling hands, you step into the shower, doing your best to ignore the way his eyes linger on you as you strip off the borrowed clothes. The hot water cascades over your skin, but it does little to wash away the tension in the air. You can feel his presence even without looking, his gaze burning into your back like a physical touch.

Moments later, the sound of rustling fabric makes your stomach drop. You whip your head around just in time to see Toji shrugging out of his shirt, his scarred, muscular torso on full display.

“What are you doing?” you demand, panic rising in your chest.

He meets your eyes, unbothered by your outrage. “Like I said—if you try anything, I’ll be here to stop you.”

He steps into the shower without hesitation, the heat of his body an overwhelming presence as he crowds you against the tiled wall. The water slicks over his skin, highlighting every scar, every ripple of muscle. His proximity is suffocating, his scent—woodsy, dark, and entirely masculine—cutting through the steam.

“You don’t have to do this,” you whisper, though your voice lacks conviction. Your body betrays you, trembling not just from fear, but from the undeniable tension crackling between you.

Toji leans in, his lips hovering near your ear. “Oh, but I do. You’re mine now. Better get used to having me close, sweetheart.”

You shiver as his breath brushes your neck, and despite every fiber of your being screaming to fight him, a part of you can’t ignore the heat pooling in your stomach, the way his dominance makes your blood sing with equal parts fear and something else—something darker, something you’re not ready to name.

Toji's lips crash against yours, firm and unrelenting. You don’t push him away, though your heart races with a mix of defiance and confusion. The heat of his bare chest presses against you, his hard muscles brushing against the soft curve of your breasts, the contact sending a shiver down your spine.

His voice, low and gravelly, rumbles against your lips. “Your head’s screaming no, but your body?” His hand trails down, cupping the curve of your backside with a firm grip. “It’s begging me to keep going.”

One of his fingers grazes a sensitive spot, teasing the edge of your asshole as his other hand steadies you against the wall. You can feel the unmistakable press of his cock, hard and insistent, brushing against your core. The water streaming down your bodies does little to mask the tension crackling in the air, a dangerous line neither of you seem willing to step back from.

"Open your legs, Y/N," Toji commands, his tone low and firm, leaving no room for argument. There’s an undeniable authority in his voice that makes your pulse quicken, and against your better judgment, you obey. Slowly, you part your legs, exposing yourself to him, every inch of your naked pussy on display.

His sharp intake of breath is audible, his gaze darkening as it locks onto you. “Shit,” he mutters, his voice laced with a mixture of hunger and reverence like he’s savoring the sight before him. The intensity in his eyes sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through your body.

Before you can react, his hand moves with purpose, fingers sliding between your folds. The first contact sends a jolt of electricity through you, your body betraying you as it responds to his touch. Without hesitation, he dips two fingers into your wet core, his movements slow and deliberate, teasing you with every curl and press.

“You’re dripping for me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You can’t hide how much you want this.”

Your breath hitches, your hands gripping the tiles behind you for balance as he continues, his fingers working you with an expertise that leaves you trembling. His other hand trails up, brushing against your thigh before gripping your hip, anchoring you in place as he leans in, his lips grazing your ear.

“You feel so damn good,” he groans, his voice a heady mix of praise and possession. “And I’m just getting started.”

Fuck,” is all you manage to breathe, your voice trembling as your body betrays you, yielding completely to his touch. The word barely escapes your lips before the waves of sensation crash over you, his fingers moving with relentless precision, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Toji’s smirk grows darker, satisfaction radiating from him as he watches you unravel. His grip on your hip tightens, grounding you as your legs threaten to give out beneath you. His name tumbles from your lips like a prayer, your head falling back against the cool tiles as you surrender to the pleasure coursing through you.

When your climax finally overtakes, it’s explosive, your entire body trembling as the intensity of it washes over you. Toji’s arm loops around your waist, holding you firmly against him, his strength the only thing keeping you upright as the aftershocks leave you weak and breathless.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with a possessive pride. “Falling apart in my arms.”

You cling to him, your nails digging lightly into his shoulders as you struggle to catch your breath. His lips graze your temple, a quiet promise of more to come, as his fingers finally retreat, leaving you with the lingering heat of his touch and the unmistakable knowledge that he’s far from finished with you.

You burst into tears, the frustration, humiliation, and betrayal of your own body overwhelming you. Your fists pound against Toji's chest, weak compared to his unyielding strength, your voice cracking as you sob. “I hate you! I hate you!” you scream, though your trembling body tells another story entirely.

Toji only laughs, the sound low and mocking as he catches your wrists effortlessly in one hand. “Hate me all you want, sweetheart,” he says, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Your body doesn’t lie.”

In one swift movement, he spins you around, pressing your front against the cold shower tiles. The chill bites at your skin, a sharp contrast to the heat pooling deep within you. His hands grip your hips firmly, holding you in place as he positions himself behind you.

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head, but the word comes out weak, barely audible over the pounding of the water and your own erratic breathing.

“Too late for that,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. Without hesitation, he pushes into you, sinking himself to the hilt in one hard thrust. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that steals the breath from your lungs. The sheer size of him leaves you stretched and filled in a way that makes your mind spin.

Toji groans deeply, his fingers digging into your hips as he stills for a moment, letting you adjust to him. “You feel perfect,” he murmurs against your ear, his breath hot on your neck. “Like you were made for me.”

Your forehead presses against the cold tiles, your body trembling as he begins to move, slow and deliberate at first, before his pace quickens. Each thrust drives you further into the wall,  you couldn’t take it anymore. Your body betrayed you once again, tightening uncontrollably around him as another climax ripped through you. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as the intensity of it caused your muscles to involuntarily push him out slightly. But Toji was relentless.

With a dark chuckle, he grabbed your hips and thrust back into you in one smooth, forceful motion, filling you completely again. “Oh no, sweetheart,” he growled, his voice rough and laced with possessive hunger. “You’re not getting away that easy.”

His pace quickened, each thrust harder and faster than the last, leaving you breathless. The air rushed from your lungs with every snap of his hips, your body arching instinctively to meet him despite the overwhelming sensations.

“I’m gonna fill this tight little pussy to the brim with my cum,” he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as he drove deeper, his words a promise that sent a shiver through your entire body. “You’ll feel me for days.”

The relentless rhythm, his deep voice, and the primal intensity in his movements left you completely undone, your mind swimming as he claimed you with every powerful thrust.

relentless rhythm making it impossible to think, to breathe, to do anything but feel.

Toji's movements grew erratic, his grip on your hips tightening to the point of bruising as he drove himself into you with unrelenting force. The sound of his ragged breathing and low groans filled the steamy air, his body pressing you firmly against the cold tiles.

With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, holding you in place as he reached his peak. A guttural groan escaped his lips as he spilled himself inside you, the warmth of his release spreading deep within your core. The sensation sent a shiver through you, your body trembling as you felt every pulse of his release.

Toji didn’t move immediately, his broad chest pressed against your back as he caught his breath, the weight of him grounding you in the aftermath of what just happened. His fingers traced lazily over your skin, a smug chuckle escaping him as he finally spoke, his voice thick and husky.

“Now you really are mine,” he murmured, his words dripping with satisfaction and finality, leaving no doubt in your mind that this was far from over.

Tears streamed down your face as Toji slowly pulled out of you, leaving you trembling and vulnerable. The warmth of his release dripped from your core, the sensation making you shudder. Without hesitation, he reached down, his thumb brushing against folds before pushing his release back inside you.

His other hand moved to your jaw, gripping it firmly but not harshly, tilting your face toward his. His eyes, dark and piercing, locked onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “Now,” he said, his voice steady and commanding, “tell me you’ll marry me.”

Before you could gather your thoughts, his lips crashed against yours, claiming you in a kiss that left no room for resistance. It was forceful but not cruel, a mixture of dominance and something softer, something possessive yet oddly tender. When he pulled back, his gaze softened just slightly, waiting for your response.

You swallowed hard, your voice trembling but clear as you spoke. “I’ll marry you, Toji.”

A satisfied smirk spread across his face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he leaned in close. “Good girl,” he murmured, his tone dripping with triumph. “You won’t regret it.”

Despite the storm of emotions raging inside you, there was no denying that you were bound to him now—in more ways than one.

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[animeyanderelover]

ok so i’m not sure what you character limit is but can you do alois, ciel, sebastian, claude and the reapers fighting over a a modern s/o but they can travel back and fourth anytime they want. Like the s/o can go back to their original world andy time and can come back to the black butler world anytime. Like they can just go in between Thank you and have a nice day! 💕

My character limit is 10. The amount of emojis I had to use here was quite a lot. Alois and Ciel are aged up in here. Since I already did posts about all of them with a modern s/o I would recommend to read that for a better understanding.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, clinginess, bipolar behavior, manipulation, sabotage, gaslighting, isolation, stalking, kidnapping

Modern s/o can go back and forth between the worlds

☕️🐈‍⬛👅🕷🟥😃📒⚰️That’s quite the chaotic mix you got yourself there, having nearly all the characters falling in love with you. And that would be absolute chaos because we have a lot of candidates who simply can’t stand each other. Alois and Ciel, Sebastian and Claude, William and Sebastian, Undertaker and the other grim reapers and even though we never saw Claude and Alois interacting much with the grim reapers there would be a certain tension too.

☕️🐈‍⬛👅🕷🟥😃📒⚰️But on the other hand we have a lot of potential poly relationships as well, different kind of team ups. Ciel and Sebastian, Alois and Claude, William, Grell and Ronald. There’s also the chance that Ciel and Alois will temporarily work together as well as their demon butlers. But these will most likely not last long, main goals from everyone being it to wipe the competition out whilst also making sure that you stay with them.

☕️🐈‍⬛👅🕷🟥😃📒⚰️But what happens if you can travel back and forth by will? That would be a huge problem for them because you can just disappear anytime you want, meaning kidnapping will be not very useful since you could literally every moment vanish into thin air. Not only that, but there’s no guarantee when exactly you will come back, you might not come back at all.

☕️🐈‍⬛👅🕷🟥😃📒⚰️I guess there would be a few candidates who would find this pretty cool. I think about Alois, Grell, Undertaker an Ronald as well, even though the last two see why this can also be a huge problem. They would be the types who would often ask you if you can bring them for a short trip into your world over. Don’t misunderstand, everyone would want to see your world for their own, but these four here are the most eager.

☕️🐈‍⬛👅🕷🟥😃📒⚰️But all will eventually realize how big of a threat this can be if you can control by will when you’re getting transported back or not. Knocking you out or drugging you constantly isn’t an option and bad for your health so that isn’t the way. So everyone will search on their own, or in teams, for a way to rob you from this ability. Sebastian and Ciel might work together with Alois and Claude, the grim reapers Grell, Ronald and William most likely worked from a very early point on “together” and Undertaker has enough trust in himself that he can find a solution on his own.

☕️🐈‍⬛👅🕷🟥😃📒⚰️I can see the chance that if someone finds out how to erase your power they would keep it for themself and convince you into traveling with them to your world only to make sure you won’t be able to travel back again and are stuck with them. Especially for the demons or the grim reapers this would be an advantage because they won’t have to deal with any other creatures like them in your world. There would only be a few exceptions who would prefer it to have you stay in the world where they know how things work. That would be William and possibly Ciel since both of them need to be in control.

☕️🐈‍⬛👅🕷🟥😃📒⚰️If your powers get blocked whilst being in your world, which will most likely be William’s work then be prepared that there will be blood spilled whilst everyone, except William and maybe Ciel, will try to find a way to unlock your powers temporarily to go with the original plan.