Gakuen AU: Shoulda Locked That Door Fuuchan

Gakuen AU: Shoulda locked that door fuuchan 

for fun i also put together a headcanon for the places all the livers live lol 

ur sukuna favorite wife blurb has rotted my brain like that is a NEED now

cw: sukuna has multiple wives, a bit of wlw fetishization, degradation

"Why am I your favorite?"

Sukuna doesn't try to deny it. He can't, not when you're tucked into his bed, draped in only the jewels he's gifted you. None of the other wives are even allowed in his bedroom without permission, and yet you're here, just like you are almost every night.

He shrugs his robes from his shoulders and then he's bare, two half hard cocks hanging between his legs. It's been a while since you were frightened by this true form of his, but you can't deny it's monstrous. Four arms, a twisted mouth, a forever grinning maw across his stomach: it's be a horror if it wasn't your husband.

"Does it matter?" His lip curls as he speaks.

"It does to me," you say as you pat the bed beside you. Like a dog summoned, he eagerly crawls forward on to his hands, pulling the sheets down as he approaches.

"Maybe it's because your tits are so suckable."

First, he kisses the string of pearls across your neck and runs his tongue across the diamonds, savoring the salt of your skin on them. Then, he moves to the swell of your tit. His dagger edged teeth nip the skin and a bloom of heat stirs inside you. A bruise is already coming to the surface.

"Mai has bigger breasts than me," you pount out, breathless.

"Your skin is soft," he retorts. His free arms are clutching for you, digging into the fat of your ass.

"Gena is younger. Her skin is much more supple."

"Your cunt is sweet."

"Not as sweet as Lyla's."

Sukuna pauses for a moment, mouth half closed around your nipple. He leans back after a moment, a dark chuckle on his lips.

"Have you been licking the other wives while I've been away?" He leans in like he's angry, but the wicked grin across his face tells a different story. "Whore."

He says the word with such joy. One of his cocks is hard against your inner thigh, twitching to go back inside you, where it belongs. The mouth across his stomach has begun to drool, warm droplets of spit wetting your lower stomach and pubic hair. When you move your thighs, you aren't sure if the slick is from you or from him.

"I've tasted her on your cock, sire." You keen forward for a kiss and he lets you take one, even letting you linger for a moment, "And on your lips."

"I'm tempted to summon her now, just to see you between her legs." Sukuna gathers both cocks in one hand, guiding them towards your core. The thought of stretch to fit both makes you squirm, but his sturdy hands keep you in place, "Her cum in your lips must be a heavenly delight."

"Does that mean she's your favorite now?"

Real anger flashes across his gnarled face. With gritted teeth, he leans back onto his knees to tower about you.

"Woman, you are more hassle..."

He suddenly grips your hair and tugs, dragging your face centimeters from his. He moves your body like it weighs nothing to him, and yet he's careful not to hurt you.

"I will say this once and never again, so listen." Sukuna's eyes are sharp and narrowed, "You are the only wife I love. That is the reason you are my favorite."

Just as suddenly as he grabbed you, he lets you go. Your fall is softened by the mountain of pillows-- all of which bought just for you.

"Now, spread your legs and never ask a stupid question again."

SHU YAMINO X READER ; Not This Time

shu should’ve perfected his time traveling magics before inviting you to tag along.

angst & fluff! tw: shu losing you (briefly)

“So, this spell can take us back to the past? As in… any time, any place we want?” Your brows are raised, a skeptical look making your features scrunch up (rather adorably, in Shu’s opinion).

“Within reason, yes..” Shu states, his usual catlike grin sweeter somehow as he gazes at you. His hands are clasped in front of him, and he might’ve been the picture of innocence if it weren’t for the way his eyes glinted with excitement and mischief as he watched you. He tends to be.. Softer, when you’re around. It’s something you’ve only just noticed, though you’re pretty sure Shu doesn’t even realize it himself. That’s just as well, if you ever brought it up to him, you’re sure he’d deny it completely.

Shu clears his throat, continuing. “Like, we can’t go anywhere where our past selves were in that moment. Something.. Ah, something about..” Should he make a Doctor Who reference? He shouldn’t. But he does. “Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey—” You groan and smack his arm dramatically, and Shu can’t help but chuckle as you glare up at him in mock annoyance.

“I will forever hold a grudge against Vox for showing you that fucking series.” You grumble halfheartedly. Shu shrugs, an easy smile curling on his lips as his right hand comes up to pat you on the head absently.

“Not sorry for being a geek, and it will happen again.” Shu says teasingly, eyes twinkling with joy. Mere moments later, he’s whispering an incantation under his breath, one that is foreign to you. From a poof of purple smoke appears a large black leather bound book. The large tome falls into his awaiting hands, and the sorcerer presents it to you with a flourish.

You raise a brow, eyeing the book suspiciously. It’s not as though you don’t trust Shu… You just don’t trust a spell that he’s never tested out for himself. Still, the way his eyes sparkle with excitement and anticipation makes you want to forget all of your apprehension and just roll with it.. So, begrudgingly, you do.

“Alright. Alright, fuck it!” You laugh. Shu’s grin sharpens into his natural smirk, and he taps the page with the pointed nail of his index finger.

“Then,” Shu breathes pausing for dramatic effect, “let’s do this thing.”

This wasn’t the plan. You weren’t supposed to get separated during the time traveling process, not in a way that would make it difficult to find each other. Shu has been searching for upwards of an hour now, and he’s starting to get antsy. The panic is creeping up on him like a cat playing with a mouse, shooting sharp little sparks of anxiety through his bones with every passing second. You two hadn’t jumped that far in the past, just into the late 90’s to test the spell out for safety purposes, so why—?

“Shu..? Shu!”

Upon hearing his name in that oh so familiar voice, Shu immediately turns around to see you making your way through the bustling crowd of people and closer towards him. When you’re finally at arms length, Shu reaches out and grabs you by the wrists, tugging you into him and wrapping his arms around you protectively. You choke on a cry, leaning into his hold as you desperately seek out his familiar touch. Unbeknownst to you, he’s using his magic to check you over for any injuries or trauma you might’ve sustained during time traveling.

“I’m.. Really glad that you’re okay.” He exhales, his shoulders sagging in relief when he finds that you’re mostly unscathed. You nod your head against his shoulder, trembling slightly. There’s so many people around the both of you that nobody really seems to notice nor care that you two are there, or perhaps they can’t see you due to Shu’s magic? You aren’t sure. You don’t really care enough either way. You cling to Shu, fighting back tears that had been threatening to fall.

“Mm. Me too, I really.. I didn’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t find you. I thought I was gonna be lost here forever!” You let out a watery laugh, sniffling as one of shu’s hands comes up to rub comforting circles into your back. He nods, sighing with a guilty smile.

“I guess this is my bad. I’ll give this time traveling spell a solid 50% on its success… and I’ll test it on myself a few more times before inviting you to tag along again, okay?” He says softly, still keeping you close to him. You nod, feeling the air around you shift as Shu begins to chant the incantation that will send you both back to present time.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

i love the idea of an obliviously op reader. like a reader who is just as (if not more) powerful than those at the top of the food chain, and yet has no idea about it.

you casually bump into gojo satoru on the street and- what the fuck? you passed through his infinity? huh?

while he’s stood there having a bit of a crisis you’re on your merry way to buy some snacks for yourself.

i’m specifically thinking about a reader like this in shibuya.

passing by mahito only to point and grin at him, “cool cosplay! i don’t recognise the character, but you look great!”

he giggles, placing a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to disfigure you, to turn you into some misshapen monster that’ll join the ranks of the others-

you blink at him, tilting your head a little, only to then place your hand on his shoulder too. you stare at each other for a moment.

“that was weird. see ya!” and then you leave him there oh-so-casually.

sukuna is in disbelief when he sees you- his domain should’ve wiped out everyone in the area? who the fuck are you?

and you just stroll up to him cheerfully, “man, i love your tats! where did you get them? i’m considering getting some, but-“

he lifts his palm, you should immediately burst into flames-

“high-five!”

and then you leave him to just stand there in confusion, continuing on your way.

it’s the fact that you cannot perceive the danger you are in that makes the world around you all the less dangerous.

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ how glamour aids in her obsession ]❜

ft. kotoka torahime x f! reader — xsoleil, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ how does kotoka use ‘glamour’ to get closer to you?┊2.1k words

contains: yandere kotoka, talks of blood & violence, high school setting but all characters are adults, manipulation (?), mentions of bullying, character death by murder (not koto or reader… but expect angst), not proofread & rushed ending i want this out of my drafts

➤ author's note: if this goes against her lore or i got something wrong about her ability, nuh uh i didn’t, i’m actually her scrunchie

₊˚ʚ 💌₊˚✧ inspired by & based off @/kanekoii’s ‘yandere kotoka’ works (here) and (here)!! i’ve been thinking of it nonstop ever since it was posted <3

kotoka promised herself that she would never use her abilities for the wrong reasons from the very moment she discovered them, knowing that the power to disguise herself as another person with the simple flash of a camera was something that could easily be abused. it’s only ever been used for pranks or to help out a friend in need if they needed her to impersonate someone, only for purposes that she knew wouldn’t harm anyone in the process. of course, the temptation of committing crimes that could be pinned on another has come to mind a few times out of curiosity, but she shakes away the thoughts as quickly as they come because she simply isn’t that type of person!

this has been her principle for the longest time, yet her viewpoint changed when she developed utterly crazed feelings for her best friend— feelings that have been suppressed for so long, all it took was a little spark to blow up the gunpowder barrel that was an obsessive infatuation. isn’t it crazy how feelings like love could change a person so easily, causing her morals to flip upside down and, as a result, allowing her to open her mind for putting ‘glamour’ to its full use?

her power is actually a well-kept secret, told only to family, very close friends, and the student council. if chaos were to ensue because of her actions, it’s not like anyone would suspect her even if they knew about it since she has such a renowned reputation of being charming, lovable, and just plain silly sometimes! so without fear of getting caught or any ethical dilemma to stop her, how does kotoka use ‘glamour’ to get closer to you (or should i say, alienate, you from everyone else)?

starting off, shape-shifting does take up a lot of energy. even though she wants to jump at the opportunity as soon as the idea comes to mind, it isn’t something she can do more than two times a day (specifically once in the morning and once at night). before she starts using glamour to keep you to herself, she needs to cultivate an environment that’ll fracture your relationships before completely breaking them off.

this is where she uses her popularity, eloquent speech, and proficiency with social media to spread some tall tales here and there. everyone is only human, there isn’t a single person out there who doesn’t get irritated with another on occasion— the notion of telling someone else your annoyances about a friend isn’t inconceivable. a “he said, she said” type of situation, she knows exactly who to feed believable lies to so that they don’t get traced back to her. although, it was almost too easy, can you believe that some baseless rumors that came from nowhere were enough to start doubts and minor arguments in your friend group?

it isn’t surprising for the sociable vice president to take pictures with people, she probably just wants to post about her school life to her massive following or to put them on the institute's website to make it look more lively! the only thing that’s strange about it is how she is always insistent on keeping the flash on even if it’s in broad daylight, but it’s just annoying at most when it makes them blink on accident. honestly, she could care less for the images of all of the random students that she cheerfully poses with— deleting them once she has confirmed in private that she does indeed have the capability to transform into them since they take up way too much room that could instead be containing memories of you.

even if she could look like anyone she wants, she can’t just become like anyone she wants unless she learns how to think and behave like them. nothing too serious, it doesn’t need to be enough to the point that she could live their day-to-day life, but just enough to stage a convincing fight in their words. asking around in petty gossip and eavesdropping in conversations seemed to do the trick for the most part, but just to be sure, she also snuck into the student counselor's office to take photos of his notes on the students so that she could feel a little closer to them and wear their mindset better. now, she could pretend to be anyone in your social circle for about five minutes before cracking (depending on how observant you are in the moment), but five minutes is all she really needs to destroy a five-year friendship.

in theory, it would be easiest for her to pretend being you since she knows you best (maybe just after your parents and yourself), but she can’t ever stay in your form for more than a minute. whenever she does, she feels her heart beating what feels like a million miles an hour as if it is going to explode and feverishly hot all over because she gets too excited. on the other hand, if she pushes aside the exhilarating feelings, she has developed a distaste at the thought of a counterfeit you walking around. it actually pisses her off because you’re just too perfect for anyone to dare replicate (even if she’s the only one around with the ability to do so, but it seems that her own rules don’t apply in this case as she still morphs into you every now and again)!

and so she plays the part of looking like your friends by speaking words in their voices to split apart the rift in your relationships that already formed from her previous antics, slowly but surely. you’re just so confused about why everything was going downhill so suddenly, why everyone is suddenly being mean to you then acting like nothing ever happened when you asked them about it later. at first, you thought it was all an elaborate trick, but what kind of evil prank lasts for weeks without ever telling you the punchline and saying that there wasn’t anything going on? they even got annoyed by your insistence on their cruel words, so some of them left you before you could even make the difficult decision to leave them.

it’s just typical high school drama to the ears of the rest of the student body, a game of telephone where the details are messed up, but the core of the story still stays the same. a supposedly sweet girl (you) turns out to have been saying nasty comments about her friends behind her back and plays victim that it’s been the other way around when they start to leave her. sure, it isn’t true in the least bit and someone has been operating outside the public eye, but the truth doesn’t matter when everyone is hungry for dramatics and all have a general story that can’t be changed since the one in the center of it all is the only one who thinks differently.

in all honesty, doing all of this breaks kotoka’s heart. she hates being mean to you even if she’s spewing pure lies while wearing someone else’s face and you don’t know that it’s her. she hates looking at your eyes widen from dejection as you begin to weep when she turns her back on you. she hates watching you burst out in tears when she comes over to console you, sobbing and stuttering that you have no idea what went wrong. whenever she repeats the cycle, she questions everything that she’s doing and briefly wonders if it’s worth it.

oh, but when you wrap your arms around her and cry on her shoulder while thanking her for always being by her side, she remembers why she’s doing all of this— working towards being the only one for you forever and keeping you all to herself. any ounce of regret she might have quickly evaporates while she soothes you, absolutely drunk and addicted to the feeling of being the person that you run to when troubled and need comforting. it’s a vicious cycle for her as much as it is for you, one that’s started with agony and then followed up with bliss.

during all this time, she still hasn’t spilled a single drop of blood during this pursuit even though she decided that she has no principles to stop her from it if it’s for you. how far she is willing to go for your love was about to be challenged when the sage of grief caught onto her plans. she didn’t think that he didn’t notice that she went through confidential notes about a certain group of friends, did she? while she may be slick when it came to isolating you from the others, but he has noticed changes in her behavior ever since this incident broke out.

kotoka has become a lot colder and more reserved in contrast to the kind and compassionate character everyone remembers her as, even becoming more irritable and prone to arguments. of course, she’s also more meticulous and attentive instead of being an airhead which does wonders for her duties as vice president, but it’s safe to say that it’s a change that the student council would gladly take back if it meant seeing her being her benevolent old self again. some outsiders have speculated that it was due to the stress of being the only one who’s protecting you from any more unwarranted rumors, but hex thinks otherwise. she hasn’t said anything about the drama at all from what he’s heard, much publicly less taking the unpopular stance of being on your side. besiand she seems a little… too excited at the prospect of everyone leaving you alone… all to herself…

the last thing she wanted to do was hurt one of her best friends much be the cause of their death, but if he told you all about his assumptions about what she’s been doing in the shadows and allowed you to connect the dots, you would scorn her and hate her forever then leave her… she can’t have that! she would do anything to prevent that nightmare from happening, solidifying her resolve to plan the murder of hex haywire to protect the hard work she’s been doing to nurture a romantic love with you. she didn’t want it to end up this way in such a violent manner, but she had to keep him quiet somehow.

both metaphorically and physically, she wasn’t herself— taking on the appearance of someone who frequently bullied you to do something that she never thought she could do six months ago. she stared at his dead body with dead-looking eyes, clutching the bloody knife one last time before letting it go and walking away from the scene of the crime. his blood stained her school uniform and hair, but once she found a private area where no one saw her, she turned back to her true self which was completely devoid of any of the sins she just committed.

according to the police, kotoka torahime was a witness who called the police, it was a student who had a history of harassing other students— they were seen on the security footage performing the crime and their fingerprints were found on the weapon. motives were unknown, but they didn’t have an alibi and the evidence was pinned on them. they would be going to prison for something she did, but she didn’t care about the fate of someone who had the gall to terrorize you at school.

the tears she shed for him until her shining blue eyes were bloodshot were genuine, but it was a necessary evil that she was willing to do in order to preserve all of the progress she had made. it’s all worth it and she knows it, it’s all worth it to have you rush over and embrace her to calm her sorrow (and unknowingly to you, her guilt) just like how she would console you before. it worth it to have you lovingly caress her long two-toned hair and gently hush her to calm her down, promising her that you’ll always be by her side no matter what struggles she might face just like she did with you.

that’s right, all of the lies she spread and the blood she spilled up to this point was worth it just to hear those words. as painful as the process was, she was rewarded with the ecstasy of your affection in return and she would do it all again for the high of delight that you provided her because she loves you more than anything else.