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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ! ❞

　an unbearable hot summer and yet he still wants to cuddle with you despite the heat !

featuring. nagumo yoichi , asakura shin , gaku , kei uzuki , seba natsuki !

content. 3.5k wc , up to 0.6k - 0.7k words per drabble , fluff , slightly suggestive , crack , established relationships , insensitive jokes , characters may be out of character , self - made au ! wherein you are normal couples / students , crappy writing , spoiler free.

author’s note. a fitting oneshot drabble idk for the current summer here in italy ! and no, i’m not from italy ehe this is a trip— might be the worst trip of my whole LIFE guys i’m dying…

NAGUMO YOICHI

　"GET your hands off me, Yoichi. It's too hot for this..."

The useless whine of yours lingered in the air, not for too long before it was forgotten again — vanishing in the vast heat. The heat coming from the lovely summer you suppose.

Yet the answer to your plead never arrived because your great and not annoying boyfriend decided to ignore it, sliding his arms around your figure, almost covering the whole of you.

"Nagumo Yoichi." you warned as you user force to push him away, hands against his chest and shoulder.

"I love youuuuuuuuuu~" he hummed under his breath.

xoslutty

✮ getting stuck in an elevator with two hot bosses who want you cannot be that bad, right? *pwp

"shit, we're gonna be here a while," nanami breathed out annoyed and loosened his tie after the dispatcher didn't answer again and the call button totally stopped working. your shift ended like three hours ago, but you were still there, typical you, obsessing over some report. the office was totally empty.

well, except for two department heads you were lucky enough to get stuck with in one cramped elevator.

the elevator felt way too small for three adults. you were basically squeezed between them and could feel the heat coming off their bodies. behind you was nanami's tall figure, and right in front of you — higuruma. both were a head taller than you, wider in the shoulders, and fucking hot.

i mean, it wasn't for nothing that you always wore short skirts even though the dress code said no, that you accidentally spilled coffee on higuruma's pants so you could apologize with bambi eyes and wipe a napkin near his cock. for months you played a dangerous game: you leaned over a little more than you should, showed off your chest when you sat across from him, brushed your shoulder against nanami's in the narrow hallway, and left documents on hiromi's desk that were soaked in your boldest perfume. you teased both of them at the same time, gave them hope, but always slipped away the second their stares got too heavy. a little flirting is fun, alright?

rosiewantstowrite

too clingy

prompt: the jjk men snap at you for being "too clingy".

chars: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, ino, choso, higuruma, shiu, and sukuna

a/n: for my 500 follower event, I will now cease to exist /j

fancyfeathers

To Fancy (srry it's my first time making a request)

We seen Ballerina, Librarian, nobility, chess 'nd some other readers, but what about an teacher? Depending on the region in the world, women began to be teachers from 1810 onwards, so would it be possible for us to have a female teacher? Of literature if possible And if so, which of the characters do you think this teacher would best match?

I think I wrote something about a teacher darling with William but I would say William, Louis, Mycroft, or Sebastian.

William is the obvious answer as he himself is a mathematics professor and while the chances are of his darling teaching children since there were not many women professors way back when the idea is still cute to me. He probably meets her when visiting the school on a consulting job to take care of the headmaster of the school under the guise of giving guest lectures and she happens to be the sweet English teacher who volunteered to let him use her classroom. Then when she looses her job when the school looses its headmaster and parents withdraw their students, he is the kind university professor who offers her to live with him and his brothers.

Louis would probably meet her while out at the market on her days off. Being the gentleman he is and also being head over heels for her at first sight he offers to help her carry her things back to her house, and when she invites him inside he sees all the little gifts her students have given her along with her students’ work and lesson plans stacked up on her desk. I feel like Louis could just picture a future with here right then and there, sitting with her in the drawing room having tea with her while she reads over her student’s assignments, but of course it is never destined to end like that.

Now Sebastian Moran is an odd choice but he has had a hard and rough life and to fall for someone who is gentle and kind is almost natural. He would just happen to run into her when she is making her way back home is while she is carrying a heavy stack of books, oh let him help, it’s no problem. It is the cinnamon roll and would kill you trope. It is just so rare for Moran to be so gentle with someone that he is just sort of putty in her hands. Also you know her students love asking him about if he is going to marry their teacher or ask him stories about how he got some of his scars cause children are little shits and curious as hell.

Then I really cannot explain Mycroft, it just feels right, like just picturing this terrifying man who is literally called the government being down bad for this little children’s teacher. Like chances are she does not even know who he is, he is probably a sponsor of his old primary school which is probably how he met her. Then he becomes a sponsor specifically for her class, literally anything she needs it is there the next day and she has no idea how it got there because she did not even say anything yet. Then also picturing Sherlock seeing his brother walking and smiling with this teacher who has nothing special about her would probably send his head for a spin, Mycroft in love? What happened? Did someone die?

fancyfeathers

albert seems like the type to fall for a cinderella esque darling. like, seeing their state just triggers his sense of justice and feeds his savior complex. he has to save you, he has to torment your abusive family. he has to keep you in a luscious room with everything you want(wait, where are you going darling? what do you mean you don't love him? he treated you so kindly! nicer than anyone has in your life!) like i can see him chasing you down during a ball , using the m16, and if you happened to drop your slipper nearby...

Yes yes oh my goodness yes

His darling being the only daughter of a nobleman and his wife, her childhood being happy until it was ripped under her when her mother dies and her father remarries only to pass on himself soon after, leaving her in the care of her step mother and step sisters. Her step mother tries to marry her off as soon as possible so that she is out of sight and out of mind, not even caring if her suitors are kind or not, her step mother really only caring about how deep their pockets are. She is dressed up at parties and balls, but back home all of that goes away and is replaced by chores because in her step mother’s words, a lazy girl is a girl no man wants. Then her meals are practically scraps because her step mother watches her weight to look more beautiful, but this is just another cruelty.

Then she meets Albert one evening at ball, she standing close to the wall while watching her step sisters and step mother try to find them more acceptable suitors rather than the ones she picks out for his darling. Albert sees her against the wall, watching everything, when he approaches her. He is so gentlemanly to her as he take her hand to kiss, introducing himself, and while she is sweet she seems quite skittish and just something about her draws him in. Albert asks her to dance and she very hesitantly accepts, not quite sure since he is not one of the suitors her step mother approved of and one of her step sisters may be more preferable rather than her, but before she can worry about it being too late she is already in the center of the floor with his hands on her waist. It feels nice to be treated so gently for a change, the way he smiles and looks at her just beams with kindness.

She ends up spending most of the evening with him, sipping a glass of wine or champagne while Albert tells her about his two younger brothers, William and Louis, and her telling him of her late mother and father which then leads to the question of who are her caretakers now and she is hesitant to answer, her hand fidgeting with her glove and then when Albert pushes into the question more she quickly excuses herself and Albert reaches to grab her hand, slipping away her glove only to see bruising that was practically black and blue.

“Who did this to you?”

“I-“

She backs away before running off, dodging her way through the crowds of people as Albert ties to catch up, but when he looses track of her outside he honestly thinks he lost track of her until he sees her slipper on the stairs of the manor, leaving it behind in the rush she was in in her panic.

Albert takes advantage of his position in the MI6 to track her down and only when he sees the conditions she lives in does he feel such a horrible anger burning inside of him. He is welcomed into his darling’s home by her step mother, half expecting for him to call upon ever one but her. The way she laughs nervously and tells him that the lazy girl is up in her room. Albert wastes not a second before snatching the key from her and running straight upstairs but she was in none of the bedrooms so the last place to check is the attic, he finds the door locked and he is practically fuming when he unlocks it. The room was cold with a draft would be horrible in the winter, the floorboards were old and the gaps between them were practically dangerous and they get threatened to beak under any more weight, and there she sits, beautiful but practically in rags. She honestly starts crying when she sees him, because no one has cared about her this much in a long time, he holds her tightly to him as he takes her out of there, practically fuming at the sight of her step mother as she just cries and sobs.

She begins living with the Moriarty family during her engagement to Albert and its nice at first but soon Albert’s coddling becomes too much, he makes sure she eats properly due to how malnourished she was, not letting her lift a finger to pick up after herself or even get dressed since she had been worked to death over the years. She tries to tell herself that he will lighten up on the babying treatment eventually but never does and even after their wedding he treats her like a porcelain doll, terrified that she will break. It becomes suffocating as Albert will practically never let her out of his sight when he is home, but she has no where else to go, especially when her step family were reported to be found dead the morning after their wedding.

fancyfeathers

@zainiscompletelydone333 asked a question

If the darlings were animals or birds, what would they be??

Oh this is an interesting thought

William’s darling would definitely be a rabbit or perhaps a mouse, like something very fragile and easily vulnerable to predators. Or I could definitely see a chinchilla as well.

Albert’s darling would definitely be a ferret since they're playful, affectionate, and quiet for a large part of the day. Ferrets also need to have others around, like other ferrets or their owners since they are social creatures.

Louis’ darling is a cat, but like the type who bites your hand if you even look at them wrong but then they are affectionate with only one person and you are just standing there like what the fuck. So feral street cat.

Sherlock’s darling is a dog, probably a husky or a beagle, super dramatic and whiney, but also super energetic and lively. Like she gets all whiney when Sherlock won’t let her in on a case just like a dog would.

Mycroft’s darling is a pomeranian, I can’t explain this one but if you know you know.

Moran’s darling is probably also a cat, but more of the ones that are super chill and honestly do not care what you do as long as you don’t bother them.

Bonde’s darling would be probably a robin since they are a form of songbird and it just fits the idea of Bonde’s darling being not to different from him when he was Irene Alder.

Von Herder’s darling would probably be an owl since they are often connected to intelligence and wisdom which kind of suits how I have written her.

Fred’s darling would either be a hummingbird or a doe, a female deer. I literally cannot explain this one besides it just fits with the vibes I get from them.

pillow-anime-talk

yandere william.

request: hii, i love that you’re writing for yuumori/mtp! if it’s not too much can i request general headcannons for yandere!william (sfw and some nsfw maybe), also have you read the manga because i would like to request a character yet to appear

# tags: headcanon; current relationship; yandere!au; romance; mild drama; also fluff; smut; sfw & nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual activities, teasing, punishments, master kink, dirty talk

includes: gender neutral reader ft. william james moriarty {mtp}

author’s note: hi!! thank you for request <3 hope you like it. also unfortunately i haven’t read the manga yet, but i have it in my plans! i just don’t have time for this :(

→ sfw ←

↘ William is worried. He worries a lot and very often about your person, no matter if you go to the bakery in the morning for fresh bread and sweet cinnamon rolls or you help him find things/articles/photos that will speed up his work in getting rid of another part of the nobility that he hates so sincerely and he despises so badly.

↘ He’s also indescribably jealous and hates to see you surrounded by strange men or women. He really gets upset when a random guest offers you champagne at a banquet or a conversation over an exquisite dinner.

↘ Are the necklace, ring or bracelet he gave you are not enough visible to other people? Should he give you something more sumptuous? Something that glows even brighter?

↘ I think William has two sides; one side of his yandere personality is ‘public’, the other side is more ‘private’.

↘ In public, William loves to mark you as his own property – having a hand on your hip or neck, he also loves to gaze at you and at the same time look reluctantly at other people who say hello to you or praise your outfit. His expression is self-confident and deters anyone who has bad intentions towards you.

↘ At home, William seems more affectionate and calm – he caresses your head and shoulders, helps you with cooking and cleaning, talks about his day, while letting you gently play with his soft, blonde hair. He’s relatively normal, unless his brothers or friends talk to you for too long and he starts to get impatient and jealous one more time.

↘ I believe that William in this headcanon is lying a lot or is just not telling you the truth that took place. But he doesn’t do it to appear better in your eyes. William does this to keep you safe and not torment your precious thoughts with that suspicious blood on his cheek or a tired look on his pretty face when he returns to your house at night to rest.

→ nsfw ←

↘ His jealousy and nervousness towards others can be disastrous for you, especially when you are well dressed or your body is pressing against his. Then he can’t help himself and drags you to the nearest room, bathroom or locker and makes his name spread in every, even the smallest, corner of the house or restaurant.

↘ He likes all those quickies and dirty talks during intercourse where he mentions other people like Sherlock a lot. He likes to see you upset and confused, and to hear words of denial when you talk about how only he matters to you and that he is the only one for you.

↘ He’s not very affectionate during sex and much more prefers a fast pace or just sex in which you do not know if you will be able to cum; after all, William will always find something to use to his own advantage, whether it’s your earlier smile at a random person or your overly nice behavior towards Albert. Then you have to try very hard to make your boyfriend give you a little more pleasure.

↘ He has a huge kink in how cute you say his first name or when you tearfully call him ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’. Then maybe he will even offer you to be on top and jump on his cock. Who knows?

↘ He really likes to teasing you, and mixes this teasing with dirty talk or small/bigger punishments. His favorites are spanking and choking; I don’t see any other option. He has nice hands and wants to use them well.

↘ If you’ve been naughty (in his eyes) expect him not to touch you for another long minutes or even hours, and you will be forced to ride his thigh without a satisfying orgasm.

↘ … Or he will just throw you on the mattress and tie your both hands to the bed frame, watching your sad/embarrassed expression as he caresses his manhood himself. As I said, he’s king of teasing.

↘ Nevertheless, I believe that William in this version and at the same time in bed is a very good lover who will always give you a long orgasm and even an squirt/ejaculation.

↘ Therefore, if you are a fan of light BDSM or you are simply not into vanilla sex, then yandere William is the perfect choice for you.

moriarty-bibliotheca

—✧ ❝𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫❞

❝ 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 ❞

— 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗹! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

— 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲/𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱

— 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱

— 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱!

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: darling reader is part of the nobility! my my, read at your own risk, love. mentions of stalking and other darker themes are up ahead. you don’t mind? alright then, go ahead and check the story out. remember to read the rules if you plan on sending in a request~ enjoy your read, darling.

“your secret admirer,

w.m.”

The closing line for every letter and gift given to you was all the same, this secret admirer fiasco has been going on for a while and glad to say, you were pleased that your beauty and grace has caught the eye of a gentleman. There are instances where you would come home and found out that you have received a bouquet of flowers or a box of treats. Oftentimes, it could just be a letter tucked in envelopes of the best quality that seemed to be crafted by the sender, most likely.

The past few months was going well for you, all those sweet letters and gifts coming from w.m. was such a delight to read and look at. You wished you would consider him a pen pal and write back to him, but it looks like he doesn’t want to reveal himself too quickly for his letters never mentioned his address, let alone the return address. All you could do was smile to yourself every time a new letter or present arrives from that sender, life was going well, wasn’t it?

However, all good things do come to an end. Things do not stay positive forever, isn’t life exactly that? A series of ups and downs? His letters started to get less romantic and more eerie, some had even mentioned a few things that you could be doing at home, moments that you thought nobody was watching you. The smallest details of those moments were described perfectly, as if he was really there.

You were starting to get creeped out by your secret admirer, was he watching from afar? Perhaps, he might actually be living in the manor? You tried to think of different reasons upon how he would know what you are doing within the four corners of your manor, all you could think of was that this w.m. person could be one of your servants. None of them had the initials of W and M, was it an alias then? Most of your servants were married and the only single ones are the widowed workers, was it a friend? No, they don’t come over the manor that often.

You kept thinking and thinking of reasons, trying to deny the fact that you have a stalker that could potentially be watching you right this instant. Now that you think about it, there are a few times where you felt a pair of eyes was watching you and a presence was felt within your radius even if nobody is around, and yet, all you did was disregard it, maybe you were imagining things.

That same feeling was back, a pair of eyes seemed to be watching over you, a presences was heavily felt right inside your room, your hairs stood at the end as you continued to feel the sensation of being watched. You looked around wearily, your fear was slowly taking over you, you tried to brush the feeling off, but no matter what, it really did feel like someone was in your room.

“W — Who’s there?” Your shaky voice had already given away your fear, if the look in your eyes wasn’t that evident. You tried to muster up the courage to call out this stalker, it was already late at night and your servants were all asleep, calling for your butler was impossible right now. You faced the mirror, only to see a reflection of yourself and the items in your room, you felt relieved for a second until something seems wrong.

In the corner of your eye, you can tell that someone is standing a few steps away behind you. Your heart started beating quickly that it feels like it would burst out of your chest, the fear and anxiety was incredibly high and you just wanted to scream, but alas, it seems luck wasn’t on your side as your stalker grabbed you from behind and covered your nose and mouth with a handkerchief with the intention of making you lose consciousness.

You struggled for a few seconds and tried to look at the mirror to see who was strangling you, but before you could find out who it is, your vision turned black. He held you close as you fell limp in his arms, a smile ghosted itself on his lips as he carried you to bed and placed a soft kiss on your lips, his nostrils had inhaled your sweet scent that seemed to get more addicting to him as every second passes.

“Oh, my love. My delight,” said the male as his right hand caressed your left cheek, his smile growing wider the more he looked at your beautiful and peaceful sleeping form. “You look so beautiful, I can’t stand it when all these disgusting people feast their eyes on you, their disgusting stares. No one should look at my beloved like that,” said the male as he cupped your cheek, “don’t they know that we belong together?”

His thumb ghosted over your lips as he eyed the soft, plump fold of flesh, your soft, steady breathing felt like music to his ears, your smooth skin was that of a porcelain, and your hair seemed as smooth and luscious as ever. His eyes gazed over your peaceful sleeping body with so much love, lust, and desire, he was truly overwhelmed that he get to see his beloved up close, to take in all your features and be able to touch you.

To him, this is nothing compared to when he was watching over you from the closet or from afar. He was right there, sitting right beside you within reach, he wanted nothing more than to embrace you, keep you sealed away from the dangers of these world, he has killed for you even if you knew nothing about it, he wanted to be with you and he will make sure this happens.

The second Moriarty son placed another soft kiss on your lips before your peaceful slumber had ended, you let out a soft groan as you stirred from your position to get comfortable. Your eyes slowly opened and your vision was blurry, you blinked a few times to get adjusted to the low lighting of your room in the middle of the night.

You were surprised to see someone hovering over you, you immediately sat up and scooted away as you remembered this man was your stalker and your secret admirer. “Lord Moriarty?” You were appalled from your discovery, you would have never expected someone like William to be the one fancying you and went as far as watching you.

Upon hearing you address him, a smile ghosted over his features as he leaned in close and cupped your cheek, the look on his eyes seemed deadly and was full of love, devotion, and insanity. You wanted nothing more than to run away and hide from him, but you were frozen in fear as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him.

“I feel delighted that my beloved knows me,” said the blonde as he placed a kiss on your forehead. You tried to push him away, but it doesn’t seem to work as he wouldn’t even budge and just kept you close, it was like he was much stronger than you and you can’t do anything about it. “Don’t be scared,” said William as he placed a soft kiss on your neck, “I won’t hurt you if you behave.”

He caressed your hair as he buried your face on his chest, your scent was driving him crazy and being this close to you felt like a dream. He hummed a little tune as he held you close, he wanted this moment to last forever and he will make sure you won’t ever try to leave him. “You’re mine now,” whispered William before giving you a rough kiss and harshly pinning you down on the soft mattress.

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆: well, that was quite a read. i was just getting started! i hope you enjoyed, darling! come and visit the bibliotheca again, we’re open for a good read and we can even tend to your needs. stay safe, love!

yandere-romanticaa

hi my love! is it ok if i can request any mtp character that has a darling that cannot speak english very well and has an accent? so when she gets kidnapped or when character acts like yandere towards her, she is confused because she doesnt really understand some of the english? but she tries her best to speak english haha<3

i’m sorry if it is hard to understand me, english isn’t my first language :< (like the darling above!! lol) please take care ana, i love you so much<3 and feel ok to ignore this, i just thought it wouldve been cute haha

The world had bowed to the United Kingdom. There was not a single corner of the globe in which the massive nation had not stepped foot in, trampling the lives of the innocent and forcing their customs onto the so-called "savages". Even if one was not from a colony, the effects of the nation could still be felt. Each little ripple could cause a massive tide, be it good or bad.

This is why you wanted to come to London.

Start fresh, seek out a new life. Oh, the thought of leaving your family terrified you to the core but the prospect of a better future was just far too good to pass up on.

London was a city of invention and hope, a place in which things were constantly in motion. Your English was abysmal at best, and the fact that you were foreign did not go unnoticed either. The highborn lords and ladies would look down from their carriages, as if they were the mighty gods who ruled over everything and anything that dared to take breath.

No matter. There was no time to worry about that.

Find work, get a roof over your head and some food in your belly. Those are the primary objectives. Make a fat paycheck and send some money back to family and loved ones, the thought of making their lives easier made your heart do backflips. With nothing but a single suitcase and almost no money, you were no better than prey in this den of wolves.

Fate was a fascinating mistress as none of the wolves had managed to sink their fangs into your supple flesh.

It was as if the stars themselves had gazed down at you and blessed you with a man so kind and gentle, a man who just so happened to be looking for someone who could clean his very expensive and lovely manor.

His name was Albert James Moriarty and on that very day, he had become your savior. He graciously offered his hand to you, his elegance shining brightly all over him like the sun as you stared at him in awe, wondering how you had managed to get so lucky so soon. In no time he gave you a uniform and informed you of your daily duties as best as he could. You had expected your lord to become impatient with you, to at least scoff under his breath for your inability to formulate a basic sentence, and yet that was never the case.

Lord Albert did his best to be patient with you, using hand gestures, facial expressions and sometimes even drawing out whatever his desires were or what needed to be done. He would mimic drinking tea with his hands, point to places that needed dusting and he made sure that you could at least understand basic greetings and farewells, just in case you needed them. When you had the spare time, he would have you sit down in his private office, the fire crackling behind you both as he handed you a book to read out loud. Albert would work on his papers as you clutch onto the book, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you did your best to grasp the English language. In due time, you realized that he was giving you children's tales which were always filled with easy sentences, basic grammar and just a hint of whimsy.

There would always be a hint of a smile on his face as you read to him, as if he was pleased with your efforts.

The thought alone made you want to weep from joy. Preparing for the worst case scenario seemed to be absolutely unnecessary as Albert always had everything covered when it came to you and your needs.

Although, your lord did seem to act a bit odd at times.

That dashing green gaze of his would trail after you enter the room, his deep and soothing voice always lingering nearby as you dust the bookshelves, his accent only making him more appealing that he ought to be.

Falling for him was not an option. It just couldn't be. He was your boss - your lord - and surely a man like that would never cast his gaze to someone like you, right? His wandering eyes have been chalked up to figments of your imagination, the gentle mornings you would share with him were nothing but British customs you were yet to get used to.

Lord Albert was not a wolf.

He would never harm you.

And there was truth to that. You were one of the few people that Albert James Moriarty would never even think about laying a finger on.

As for the rest of high society...

That was a different tale to tell.

My darling, your English is lovely! If it makes you feel any better, English is also not my mother language as well! My apologies if this was too rushed, I just wanted to write something for Albert and you gave me the excuse to do so. Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoyed it!

married-to-google-translater

Headcanons of yandere Ciel, Alois, Ash, and Sebastian who’s darling is really badass and has like a “do what I want” attitude and doesn’t need male validation at all? Like just totally independent, thanks :)

(This is part 1/2 and I write this for Alois and Ciel.)

You had always been independent since you were a small child.

( Btw this is part of request story.)

Because your parents or none of your relatives thought you would ever get married and have children your parents decided to teach you how to cope without a man. Of course, this meant that several people laughed at you because you were different.

Usually you praise bullies in a foreign language and with a mocking tone. Because people don’t understand you they believe you insulted them.

YANDERE CIEL PHANTOMHIVE

Even if you are independent Ciel is still overprotective.

Ciel has a relationship of hate love to your attitude.

He doesn’t like how often you resist him and try to escape.

But at the same time, he’s glad you’re not as girly and demanding as Elizabeth.

It took him a long time to get used to this situation.

He literally had a heart attack when he saw you wearing pants for the first time.

He meant to punish you for it but you drew up a picture where Ciel was dressed as a girl. (who remembers this point?)

Ciel doesn't know who gave you that picture but he blames Sebastian.

He would like you to respect and follow his advice but instead you are independent and mock his length at the risk of punishment.

If you have stopped the escape attempts, Ciel will act like he does not hear your sarcastic comments.

This requires him a little getting used to and many heart attacks but he gets used to it eventually.

As long as you give him love.

YANDERE ALOIS TRANCY

Alois hates this.

He would like you to be a helpless maiden who is as dependent on him as he is on you.

But because you are independent and do not usually ask for his help, Alois is angry and sad.

He's afraid you'll leave him alone.

Alois is otherwise very frustrated because his favorite manipulation trick i.e. crying and blaming doesn’t work.

His mouth was left open when his reaction to his sobbing story was to pat him on the shoulder and tell him he could go worse.

Y/N: Alois you have things just fine nowadays ... or so if you were a woman, a dark-skinned or dark-skinned woman your life would be shit all your life. So go to therapy, get a nice hobby and stop following me.

The kidnapping takes place very quickly after this.

Alois tries to awaken your maternal and gentle instincts... only to realize that you are not experiencing any sympathy for him.

He will eventually make you stay with him by blackmailing you.

As long as you love him, Alois doesn’t care that you behave independently.

Just be kind and give him affection and love so everything goes well.

pandas-pandemonium

A black butler headcanon if you may: Sebastian, Claude and William with a yokai s/o (one type or different is fine). S/o is a escaped from being sold to an auction and then bumped into them and thus start a new life with them.

[A/N: So sorry! But I decided to remove Claude mainly because I've never watched the anime (only read the manga) and thus, do not have a very good grasp of his character. Hope that's okay with you!]

Black Butler - Kitsune!Reader Headcanons (Sebastian + William)

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Yandere Yuta Okkotsu (Jujutsu kaisen)

He is naturalny gently and caring person.

He would never use violence against his love one.

He is really patient and treat you with respect.

He is not gonna try force you to anything you don't like.

He only wants your love. Not just intimate act.

If you touch him or hug him willingly, he'll be the happiest man. His face will likely turn red.

If you're worried about Rike, don't worry. She won't hurt you. She knows how important you are to Yuta, and she only wants his happiness.If you try to escape, she'll find you first. She'll bring you to Yuta as gently as possible. He'll praise her for it, saying she did a good job.

Yuta knows how dangerous life outside is. Curses are everywhere and could kill you at any moment. Plus, Sukuna's vessel is on the loose, not to mention Kenjaku. No... life outside is too dangerous for you. It doesn't matter whether you see the curses or not. He'll protect you and do everything to keep you safe.

If the council tries to stop him or suggest he's doing wrong? He won't be happy about it. He's aware of his power and knows how important he is to them. Threats are enough at this stage. However, if someone actually tries to help you escape or take you away for any other reason, he will show no mercy. He doesn't want you to see him as a murderer, but sometimes he has no choice. He would rather not kill him in front of you, but if the situation calls for it, he will blindfold you and tell Rika to stop it. You hear screams and the cracking of bones. He hugs you and reassures you. He tells you he was dangerous and could have hurt you. He only wants what's best for you. The world is too dangerous for you.

Needless to say, if you're not a Sorcerer, he becomes even more protective.

He shows you love through gestures. He hugs you and gently kisses your forehead. He likes to hold your hand and hold you in his arms. He'll gladly prepare you dinner and a bath. Are you in pain? Don't worry, he'll bring you the medicine you need. He can also give you a massage if you like.

Baised at:

I came across an interesting picture on Pinterest from the Yuta x Maki ship. In that fandom, Yuta kidnapped her and chained her up so she couldn't escape. Yandere vibe. He also treated her like a queen. He bathed her, gave her food, and massaged her. Maki didn't complain at all. <3

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How to (not) break up with your boyfriend

Warnings: Yandere!Yuta Okkotsu, fem!reader, mentions of cheating.

English it’s not my first language, so please be patient.

Your hands wrapped around your cup, the friend in front of you had a expression of pure confusion, I mean, you just threw the bomb on his face like it was nothing.

Let’s go back, shall we? For the past two months you’ve been trying to make Yuta break up with you— not successful of course, he loves you too much to even think of a life without you, that was the problem.

You are not a bad girlfriend, yet, you feel like Yuta is too much for you to handle. He’s perfect, always looking out for your well being and putting his own interests aside.

Yeah, the perfect boyfriend

The perfect boyfriend you feel you don’t deserve, that’s why we are on this situation.

“So, he didn’t care about your jealous breakdown?” Your friend ask, looking even more confused than you, it makes sense, he gave you the advice to start acting like a toxic girlfriend who can’t stand to see him near girls.

Which, didn’t work at all, you still remember how you yelled at him and he… well, Yuta looked so excited and guilty at the same time, is that possible? If it isn’t, Yuta just made it possible

“I tried to be disgusting, I mean, who in earth would stay when they ask you not have friends?” You looked more frustrated, of course you are.

A jealous mess, ghosting him, being disgustingly clingy, being mean, all of that and Yuta kept coming back to hold you in a hug. He must be thinking you are crazy, how can you change from not wanting to see him to wanting to know where he is 24/7?

You’re going to give up and just break up with him yourself, it’s not like it’s hard, you just don’t want to see his face when you break his heart

Aren’t you trying to break his heart with all the things you’ve been doing?

“What about if we make him jealous?” Your friend said, his hand moving his cup to be next to yours.

The idea spins in your head, Yuta isn’t the type of person who gets jealous, he simply feels insecure if you’re spending too much time with someone, but that’s normal isn’t it? The idea of seeing him jealous sends a spark to your brain, that sounds good.

He doesn’t know how jealousy feel, and since he cares too much for your well being he’ll break up with you to not mess up your relationship with toxic feelings

That’s a good one, no heart breaking, just a mutual commitment.

You pulled your phone out, taking a quick pic of the cups. But that isn’t enough, Yuta is used to you posting your food and he’ll think it’s just you doing normal stuff, so, before your heart aches in guilt you pressed the heart emoji.

“Put an eco on it, make it look… romantic” If this works out, you’re going to be so grateful to your friend.

Yuta was hanging out with his own friends, but the sound of their voices fade to nothing when his phone buzzed in a notification. His enthusiasm was normal, he only has them on for your texts or new posts, that is enough.

What could it be? A photo of your outfit? No, that won’t be, you usually tag him on your selfies so he can repost them, and he only heard one notification. Ah! It must be a photo of your food, you’re such a cutie pie, he needs to memorize what you ate so he can order it for you on the next date

But his smile fades, his eyes moving to analyze the story.

A… love song? A heart emoji, the pink one with that little motion, the one you use for him. That must be a misunderstanding! Oh, wait he knows what is happening, you thought of him when you ate that

Maybe you ate it and wanted Yuta to taste something delicious too, it makes sense, he posts pictures of cute things when it reminds him of you. Are you soft launching him? What a silly thought! You have highlights together, you’re just reminding people you’re taken.

But his breath hitched when he saw it, the same heart in an echo pop up. Your friend, not your best friend— He is your best friend, he made sure of that. However, that doesn’t change your feeling towards that scumbag who calls himself your friend.

He reposted the story, did you tag him? So the story isn’t about him.

The audacity to try to take his place beside you.

He needs to calm down, there is no way you posted it with romantic intent, he knows you too well

Okay, he needs to see your posts together to calm his aching heart, that must be enough.

Did you take them off your profile?

That can’t be, no, he is being paranoid. They have to be there

But they aren’t, just your usual posts of your gorgeous face.

He needs to call you, there is no way you did that without expecting consequences.

Oh! They are back! Yeah, he just got carried away, you will never do that to him

…

Why you can’t see his face on the photos?

The feeling made your whole body shake, this is too much, what if Yuta notices? What would be his reaction? Would he be mad? You want to see him mad. Wait, that isn’t nice.

He is mad, or disgusted? He usually likes all your posts, still this story doesn’t have his like. Did he forgot? Or was it already working? You’re excited, finally you’ll break up and you’ll be free from the guilt

“Should we do something more… extreme?” Your friend thought about it, you did too, what could be extreme but also not that bad? I mean, you don’t want to cheat on him, just make him jealous.

Your eyes found your reflection on a nearby window, long enough to capture your entire body. It is a good spot to make a mirror picture

“Let’s take a photo together! But like, more intimate” your friend smile, amused with that idea

Slowly, and shaking, you moved to be as close as possible. Your friend, in the other hand, wrapped his arm around your neck trying to make the photo feel more like a couple’s one. This has to be enough, right? A man is touching you and pulling you towards his body.

You post the picture, and just a second later you saw Yuta’s profile. There is no like, no comment

Just silent.

So maybe his jealous are silent ones? That makes sense, he doesn’t seem the type who makes a fuss about it.

Yuu💗: Hey are you done with your friend?

The text made you jump on your place, that was quick. Your friend looked over your shoulder humming in content, so the idea was working

Yuu💗: I can come to pick you up, it is so dark already :(

Okay, that feels too normal, just the usual Yuta caring about your well being, that isn’t the response you are waiting for. Did he not care at all?

“Tell him no, that must affect him” You listened to your friend’s advice typing a short no, but before you could send it a new text pop up.

Yuu💗: Sorry, that came out too weird

Yuu💗: I am picking you up

Yuu💗: I’m almost there, wait for me :)

This isn’t what you want, you need to make him back up. He can’t be here, you’re not ready to see his expression. You turned to see your friend, he had the same scared face like trying to find and answer to a question without one

What could you do?

“Let’s keep it up, we can’t stop now” You can tell how scared he was, he isn’t the type to go out for conflicts and he doesn’t want to argue with your boyfriend

Yuta is a nice guy, why are you doing this now? Damn you and your impulsive thoughts.

He is too nice, why do you want to break up with him? Yeah you feel guilty to have such a perfect man for yourself but that can’t be that bad, you just need to get better for him

That is a good thought, okay let’s go for that.

“I think this is enough, I don’t want to upset him more” Your friend let out a sigh, relieved to hear that.

He ruffled your hair, happy to see you coming back to your senses

“If that’s what you want, let’s stop now” His words where cut off when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Yuta was behind you, that sweet smile like nothing happened waiting for you too turn around and face him

“I’m sorry for the delay, I hope it isn’t that late” You wrapped your arms around his neck, greeting him with the usual love.

You couldn’t see how his eyes darkened towards your friend, how his gaze turned to be a threat to the person behind you

A way to tell him to keep his distance.

“Let me call my mom before we go, okay?” You smiled at him, pressing a quick peck on his cheek.

Yuta and your friend were alone, your friend could feel his body colder than ever.

The way Yuta was behaving made everything worse, his whole personality changed to make him look more intimidating, or maybe he just stopped pretending.

“So, did you two have fun? I hope so” Even if his tone wasn’t rude, he could feel how Yuta was threating him, oh god this is bad.

“Yeah! Uhm, we were talking about going out tomorrow too” And your friend regretted saying that.

Yuta’s jaw tightened at the thought, you spending more time with this poor intend of a man? You do are doing a lot of social service

“I’m sorry to hear you won’t be able to meet up” His voice sounded too soft, guilty to say that, he isn’t. Your friend could feel how Yuta was making him know

Know damn well he isn’t approaching you any time soon.

“I’m back! Sorry, did I keep you waiting?” You hugged Yuta’s arm, he smiled at the feeling of your warm body next to him

It is almost uncanny to see how his whole demeanor changed after you appeared. A man with a lot of faces, faces you are the only one who gets to see

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You turned to see your friend, he could feel how Yuta’s gaze pierced into his soul.

“I remembered I’m helping my mom with something, but we can reschedule” A sad sigh left your mouth but you didn’t complain.

Waving goodbye you walked beside Yuta’s to your home, his body was irradiating with happiness, like he just received a good new. Now you feel bad about trying to make him jealous, he is just a nice guy doing his best

For now on, you’ll be the perfect girlfriend for him, he deserves it.

“Do you think your mother would let me stay for the night?” He chuckled at the thought, of course that would happen, he is such a softie.

I’m sure you won’t mind to see your friend blocked when you wake up, and of course you won’t mind to see your instagram profile covered in photos of your boyfriend! You own him for the hard time you gave him.

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selfloverrrrrr

Hiii can you write a fic where Yuta is slowly going insane over his obsession with the reader and holds her captivity and noncons her

Coming for you

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Yuta's pov

The first time I realized I couldn’t breathe without her was the night she laughed with someone else. Just a little thing her head thrown back, her lips curved, her eyes shining and it wasn’t for me. Something inside me cracked. I couldn’t hear anything else after that laugh. I told myself I could handle it. That I didn’t need to chain her to me, that just being close was enough. Watching her walk across campus, brushing past me in hallways, hearing her voice as if it were the only melody that mattered. I thought I could keep pretending. But obsession is a disease, and mine grew faster than I could contain. Every smile she gave someone else felt like betrayal. Every time she ignored me, my chest burned. So I did the only thing I could. I made sure she couldn’t leave me anymore. She is mine. She just didn’t know it yet.

That night, I followed her. I always followed her. She didn’t notice me walking a few paces behind, my hood pulled up. She had no idea how carefully I memorized every turn she took, how many nights I trailed after her until I could remember her routines with my eyes closed. I knew what time her classes ended. I knew when she would stop at the café near campus. I knew which path she would take back to the dorms....the darker path, the one with fewer people, because she liked quiet. That quiet was what gave me my chance. She was humming to herself, scrolling on her phone, completely unaware.

My pulse roared in my ears, drowning out every rational thought. I couldn’t wait anymore. I couldn’t stand watching her from a far while the rest of the world touched and talked to her like they had the right. I stepped closer. Then I finally moved. One arm snaked around her waist, yanking her back against me, the other pressing a cloth over her mouth. She thrashed. Her muffled screams lost against the fabric. My grip tightened. “Shhh… don’t fight me, Y/N. Please. Don’t make this harder.” My voice cracked. As if I was begging for her understanding. Her nails dug into my arm. Her body was small compared to mine, and I wasn’t letting go. Not when I’d waited this long. Not when she was finally in my arms.

She's here now. In my room. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her. Her wrists are tied to the headboard with soft fabric don’t get me wrong, I’m not cruel. I’d never hurt her. Not unless she force me to. She stir awake, her lashes fluttering. My heart pounds at the sight.....this, this is mine. She's mine. “Y/N…” I whisper. “Finally. You’ll listen now, won’t you? You’ll stop running away.” I said. She tug at her hands. “Yuta… what is this? Let me go.” she said. She's frightened. That plea....it excites me. I lean closer, my breath brushing her ear. “No. Don’t you understand? I love you. I need you. I can’t live in a world where you’re not mine.” I said. She turn her head, glaring at me. She's confused....she can't understand anything. I smile softly. “Don’t look at me like that. You don’t know yet, but you’ll love me back. I’ll make sure of it.” I said.

I slip my hand down, ghosting over her thigh, trembling from how much I’ve craved this. She shivered. “You feel it too, don’t you? You can’t hide it.” I said. I climb over her, pressing her body into the mattress, caging her beneath me. My lips hover over hers, but I don’t kiss her. Not yet. My self-control is fraying, but I want to savor this. “I’ve dreamed of this for so long…” My hips grind down against her cunt, and a low groan escapes me. I’m losing myself. I can't control myself anymore.... Fuck. I bury my face in her neck, kissing, biting. “You’re not leaving. Ever. I’ll fuck you until you can’t think of anyone but me. Until your body only knows mine.” I promised. My hand slips beneath her clothes, trembling with hunger, and when I touch her, I moan into her skin. “See? You’re already wet for me. Your body knows you belong to me.” I said.

Y/n's pov

His mouth crashed on mine, hot and desperate kiss. He was swallowing my protest like he wanted to devour my soul. His hand slid to my chest and squeezed it. My body jerked off. I turned my head to the left to prevent his kiss. But he started kissing and licking my neck and jaw. He untied my hand. I grabbed his other hand to stop him but he squeezed harder. I screamed. "Yuta stop this!" I said. He licked downwards and captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it. I was trying to push him away. "Yuta stop!!!!" Screamed. He looked up. And pulled down my pants with panties using one hand while looking at me. "I had planned everything how you gonna be mine how everything's gonna work out until you decided to go and laugh with those stupids who doesn't even know your worth!" He said.

I was breathing heavily. "Please I won't do anything again please-" He cuts off "shhhh.....I won't let you" He said and took off his sweatpants. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. He was pinning me under him. I looked away. He grabbed my chin and made me look at him again. "Don't look away.... I've waited for this for days...." He said a smirk appeared on his face.

He lined himself with me. "Yuta please please don't do this... Please! I'm begging you! I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry please!" I begged. Tears appear in my eyes. But he didn't. He pushed inside. I threw my head back. My back arched. I can't.... I can't. It's too big. It's thick. It hurts. He jerked forward and he was fully inside. I screamed.

It's too much. I've never done this before! I don't want it. I didn't realize when I started crying. He started thrusting. "Fuck.... Mmmhhhh..... Ahhh.... Fuckkkk.... Feels good.... Too good.... Ughhhhhh" He said between groans and moans. He looked down and me smirking. "Don't worry you'll get used to it" He said. I screamed. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thrusting in and out roughly. I was throwing my legs from pain and begging him to stop. And he was liking it so much. His thrust became harder and harder. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb.

I bit his shoulder and scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thrust I came. He was still thrusting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside... please please.... please yuta I'm begging you....you're not even using protection" I told him between hiccups. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed.

"Isn't that more fun?....put a baby in you....marry you...?" He said calmly with a smirk. I couldn't even believe what was happening to me. The boy always kept silent, so the innocent is doing this to me??!! Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out. "You are mine... You always have been! No one will take you away from me! I'll keep doing this until you accept that you ARE mine!" He said biting my lip.

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Yandere! JJK x Yandere! Okkotsu Yuuta x Pregnant! Sorcerer Reader

.....In which you are a very pregnant lady who carries the baby of your lover, Okkotsu Yuuta. You are an ex sorcerer who got together with her high school sweetheart. When your old teachers catch light of you not really....on solid grounds in your relationship, they visit to ask if you need any help. Yuuta is not really sane.

nadielle

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝.

Yanderes Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Itadori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Nanami Kento, Ryomen Sukuna, Okkutsu Yuta, Fushiguro Toji and Kamo Choso - female reader.

Synopsis: what would each one call you?

TWs: possessive behavior, obsession, coercive dynamics, captivity themes, violence, implied physical abuse, dehumanization, gore imagery, blood, cannibalistic implications, toxic relationships, manipulation, religious/saintly devotion imagery, emotional dependency, threats of harm, mental instability, body injury mentions, dark romance themes.

Gojo Satoru:

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐞 / 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐭 / 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫.

Satoru loves sweet things- you included. He sees you with an eye of cherubic allure and flowing adoration: every atom of you -to him- was a jar filled with candies and sprinkles, colorful and arrayed in the beauty of a Louis Wain tableau. it plays on the harp of his ribs to see the joy in your eyes whenever he spoils and cossets you, clouding his affection above your head and raining it as gifts: sweets, expensive clothes, dates in places you remember from vintage movies— kisses and fondles and dreams on a ninth cloud.

yanderenightmare

Can you write more for naoya zenin? Your writting is soo good omg, i was thinking about ex husband naoya

Naoya Zenin

♡ TW: toxic relationship, toxic family, arranged marriage, obsessiveness, possessiveness, denied divorce, abuse, kidnapping

♡ FEM reader

Ex-husband Naoya, who refuses to sign the papers as there’s no such thing as divorce in the Zenin clan—who says it’s shameful and that you should know better than to think you can just walk away from him just like that.

Ex-husband Naoya, who is very clear about it—how if you leave, it will be with nothing to your name—nothing but the clothes on your back, and barely even that—because everything you have is owned by him—and the only reason he’s ever been willing to share it is because you’ve paid for it in his bed.

Ex-husband Naoya, who can’t believe it when you leave him anyway—who’s certain he’s coming home to a dutiful wife, all silly ideas put to rest, sweetly apologetic for ever having raised the thought—but instead comes home to a quiet, cold, and empty house—divorce papers the only trace you’ve left behind.

Ex-husband Naoya, who immediately has the Zenin clan shun your clan and makes sure all other clans do the same, completely cutting you off—telling your clan leaders that until they deliver on their side of their alliance and have you return to your rightful place, their clan is to be held in contempt.

Your family begs you to go back to him, to stop this rebellion you’re so childishly insisting on. Your father even commands you, but you’re done taking orders from men—and their brainwashed wives. You don’t owe them anything—they’re the ones who sold you off to that misogynistic madman in the first place. Serves them right to suffer the way you have.

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