Alsooo I Just Started Blue Lock & WTF IM ALREADY IN LOVE WITH BAROU (best Factor??? Hes Handsome Af,

alsooo i just started blue lock & WTF I’M ALREADY IN LOVE WITH BAROU 😭 (best factor??? he’s handsome af, he’s villainy, he’s voiced by sukuna’s jpn voice actor) UGh

ALSO HE’S GOOD AF AT PLAYING SOCCER AAAA (i’m still at ep 12 i apologize)

i aM IN LOOOOVE 👹

❝ the prince’s jewel ❞ w. ryomen sukuna 𝜗𝜚.

BRIDGERTON AU⌇

• — dear gentle reader. this author feels not all is fit to print when so much is already known by far too many members of the ton when it comes to the mighty prince sukuna. though delighted by the frenzy of competition, this author believes that the prince will not participate in any courting exchange, despite his great desire to sire an heir or perhaps his desire to be known as the ton’s number one rake.

.nsfw.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who’s known throughout the whole kingdom to be a ruthless but laid-back ruler, having little to no interest in his subjects. barely governing as it is, he prefers to enjoy the wealth that his title has given him without an ounce of empathy for his poor subordinates. boredom has brought him to london where he believes to find at least some sort of entertainment to pass his time.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who has no shame showing himself at the entrances of brothels and shady bars with ladies wrapped around his arms. never denying any of his endeavours and laughing in the face of scandals. when his name makes the header of the society’s paper, his grin grows the more larger.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who believes that, if he is to be married, his highness deserves none other than the diamond of the season, chosen by the queen for her beauty, elegance, purity and grace; you.

he has absolutely everything to envy; perfect musculature, charm, alluring beauty, enormous wealth and bewitching gaze which, without a doubt, attracts most ladies on display. he has many choices and doesn’t want to settle for any pathetic young girl that would throw herself at his feet. the diamond has to be his.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who, as soon as he laid eyes on you, never hid his desire to rip your pretty dress apart with his perverted gaze. as you gracefully walked before the queen, his eyes travelled from your lips, trailing down to your appetizing curves moulded by your tight corset. the gown you wore had every man in the room breaking their neck to catch a glimpse of the diamond.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who has learned about the custom of a man calling upon a lady and visiting her at her home, which he is way too indifferent to do. instead, sukuna sends you tons of enormous bouquets. gorgeous flowers that mostly scare off callers from their beauty and expansiveness. he might refuse to visit, but his gifts are enough for you to consider his proposal rather quickly.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who couldn’t care less about etiquettes or manners. you danced with another man? he’d immediately interrupt the two of you, groping your gown and pulling you closer with a nasty smirk. another suitor’s writing his name on your dance card? prince sukuna stares him down, tearing the piece of paper and pulling the string around your wrist to whisper in your ears insanities none would dare hear in a ballroom.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna whose favourite past time is to lead you in the pleasure garden, making sure every suitor, every mama and every lady of the ton has seen you walk beside the prince to the dark walk. he’s always determined to take it a step further. wether it’s with a curious hand on your ass, with his teeth around your earlobe or with his lips tasting your neck, his addiction is the more clearer.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who has shown everyone that none other than him should court you and you let him. you let him have a hold on you and on your chances of ever securing a proposal with another suitor. most indeed believe prince sukuna has already stolen your honor even though, despite his most inappropriate gestures, hasn’t declared you his just yet. torturing you with sneaky glances and provocating promises became rather quickly the talk of the ton which suited him entirely.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who, after several weeks, finally called on you. you’re more than surprised when he bribes your chaperone to let you two talk in private. without lying to himself or to you, he explains the reasons for his visit. truth is, the prince’s tired of waiting and he wants to consume your innocence while he still can.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who has you riding his entire length in your bed chamber. innocent puffy lips whining and moaning out his name. tits bouncing frenetically while his claws spreads your ass, leaving an odious mark. an inexperienced debutante like you, euphorically drunk on his dick, had the prince sukuna going for hours. hickies and teeth marks covered your chaste figure, officially claiming you as his. his hands explored every inch of your skin, planting his nails into the fat of your ass every time you bounced on him to lead you further down so you felt him deeper.

₊˚ପ⊹ prince!sukuna who, after an intense session of fucking and taking your innocence away, doesn’t bother helping you clean up, enjoying the sight of your messed up hair and teared-up dress. he leaves you exhausted in your wet sheets, with the promise of stealing you away to his kingdom the next time you would see him. the only thing he left behind is a lecherous diamond eager for her prince to come back and take much more than just her innocence.

© shegetsburned 2024 please do not repost/edit/or claim my writing as your own

it is with great regret that i hAVENT UPLOADED ANYTHING FOR THE PAST 10 DAYS

i am sorry sjdhshshs

bUT I ALREADY HAVE A LOT OF WIPS & DRAFTS WAITING TO BE UPLOADED AHHZHZHAHS

sooooo will get back to regular upload for my god around next week 🥹

i’ve been busy with uni — jchshss

My God (3)

Everything's a negotiation these days. And, it's not something you'll pass up. After all, all of these will just be a ruse, right? Or not…

a/n: this is getting exciting for me T^T the characters are the ones writing this whole story for me sahdhsdah i swear i feel like Sukuna and reader's personalities are really shaping this story!!

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + angst, Yakuza AU, Enemies to Lovers Word Count: 2,548 All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 1 • Chapter 2

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“No ring?” 

Sukuna’s laughter rippled through the room, its timbre a mixture of amusement and something deeper, something you couldn’t quite grasp. His gaze bore into yours, a glint of genuine interest shimmering in the depths of his eyes.

You stifled a sigh, the weight of the moment pressing down on you like a heavy cloak. This wasn’t just a game anymore, was it? There is definitely something deeper, something unspoken between you and Sukuna. But for now, you have to focus on the very unexpected proposition at hand. Still can’t believe I said this one out loud.

Sukuna sauntered to the kitchen island, his movements deliberate and confident. As he perched on the edge and crossed his arms, his muscles rippled, drawing unwanted attention from you. Yeah, fuck those arms.

The tension in the air was palpable, like a taut string ready to snap. You know that this will be more than a simple proposition; it will be something full of deception and desire.

"Well, well, well," Sukuna drawled, his voice low and smooth tinged with curiosity. ”You certainly know how to make things interesting, princess."

His response was left you to wonder what lay beneath his confident facade. But one thing was certain—Sukuna was not one to back down from a challenge, especially when it came from you.

Meeting his gaze head-on you, matched his confidence with your own determination, refusing to let your emotions betray you. Emotions of desire, perhaps?

“And you know how to make things complicated, Sukuna,” you countered, your tone laced with equal parts annoyance and intrigue.

He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Touché,” he conceded, his smirk widening into a devilish grin. Ruffling his hair in a casual gesture, he leaned in closer, his gaze unwavering.

And, of course, he has to ask one of the most dreaded questions you’re looking out for to solidify this ruse. Like a guillotine waiting to fall.

“So, what’s in it for me?”

Sukuna’s question hung in the air, tinged with anticipation. Biting your lip, your mind raced as you weighed your words carefully, keenly aware of the staked at hand. “Piss Gojo off,” you replied, your tone calm but laced with underlying frustration. You both know which Gojo you are talking about.

The mere mention of Gojo seemed to inject an unexpected tension into the room.

Sukuna’s gaze lingered on you, his eyes tracing the curve of your lips as you nervously bit down on the soft flesh. “Huh, you engaged to him or something?” Sukuna’s eyebrows raised in surprise, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. This is something that totally caught him off guard.

You sighed, the memory of your earlier confrontation with your father flooding back with a wave of irritation. “Father unfortunately had me arranged to him since forever and I only got to know about it today,” you explained, your voice tinged with resentment and bitterness.

To your surprise, Sukuna’s expression softened, a flicker of sympathy passing across his features. “I see,” he murmured, his tone surprisingly gentle as if he understood more than you realized.

Your heart skipped a beat (don’t worry, the pterodactyls are asleep) at the unexpected tenderness in his voice. “Before you agree, I have to negotiate this one with you,” you interjected, seizing the opportunity to lay down your terms before committing to this risky proposition.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, his eyes alight with curiosity. "I’m listening," he replied, his interest piqued.

“Firstly,” you began, laying out the conditions of your proposal. “We’ll need to secretly get married. And you’ll have to agree to bring me to every meeting, no questions asked.”

Sukuna’s expression shifted, a mixture of surprise and amusement flickering across his features. “You want to get married for real?” he echoed, his tone incredulous.

“It’s the only way to make it believable and divorce's easy nowadays,” you replied, your voice steady. “And it comes with other conditions, too. No other relationships, no hook-ups. Just us.”

Sukuna's smirk faltered, replaced by a look of genuine surprise. “You’re making me a celibate, princess?” he exclaimed, a hint of amusement coloring his words.

“It’s part of the deal,” you insisted, ignoring the waking up pterodactyls in your stomach. “And there’s one more condition: nobody can know about this ruse. Not even Uraume.”

His surprised expression quickly morphed into a smirk, amusement still dancing in his eyes as he processed your conditions. "Well, well, princess," he drawled standing up from the kitchen island with a newfound sense of intrigue. "You certainly don't hold back."

You met his gaze evenly, unwilling to show any sign of weakness in this dangerous negotiation. "I have to be thorough," you stated, your tone firm and resolute. "We can't afford any slip-ups."

Sukuna’s chuckle sent a thrill down your spine, his grin widening into a knowing smirk. "Fair enough," he conceded, his gaze locking with yours. "I can agree to those terms. But what's in it for me beyond just pissing off Gojo?"

You paused, considering his question carefully. There had to be something more to entice Sukuna, something that spoke to his ambitions and desires.

"We both know Gojo isn't the only one with a stake in this," you replied cryptically, your mind racing as you formulated your next move.

Sukuna's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a flicker of curiosity sparking in his eyes. “Oh? Say, it, princess,” he prompted, leaning in closer with an eager anticipation.

You held his gaze, your expression unreadable as you revealed your next proposition. "If we can pull this off convincingly, it could significantly shift the balance of power between our families," you explained, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air. "And I have no doubt that you would enjoy being on the winning side."

Sukuna's grin widened into a smirk, a glint of excitement gleaming in his eyes. "You're playing a dangerous game, princess," he remarked, his voice low and smooth. "But I like it."

You returned his smirk with a confident grin of your own. "Then we have a deal," you declared confidently.

But Sukuna wasn't finished yet. "Is this an indefinite ruse?" he asked, a hint of caution in his tone.

You shook your head, clarity guiding your response. "Just one year," you confirmed, your voice steady and resolute.

Sukuna mulled over your words for a moment before another question arose. “So, when are we getting married?" he asked, his curiosity evident.

"In three days," you replied without hesitation, already formulating the plans in your mind.

Sukuna nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Alright, you got me in your hands, princess," he agreed, his tone filled with anticipation and a hint of excitement. 

—

Sitting in his study bathed in the golden hues of late afternoon sunlight, your father's attention was drawn to the insistent ringing of his phone. The clinking of ice against glass resonated as he lifted his crystal tumbler, taking a measured sip of his scotch before answering the call.

“Is everything ready?” His voice, rich and commanding, filled the room with an aura of authority.

A brief pause followed, during which the silence seemed to stretch taut, only broken by the distant hum of the city beyond the windows.

“There has to be no mistake this time around,” he continued, his tone firm and unwavering. “You know what’ll happen if there is.”

The gravity of his words hung heavy in the air, emphasizing the seriousness of the situation.

—

Sitting in behind the wheel of your car, the weight of the day's events pressing down on you like a heavy cloak, you glanced at your phone for the time.

10:42 PM.

With a weary sigh, you rubbed your temples, feeling utterly drained from the tumultuous day you had endured. The thought of returning to your father's imposing mansion held no appeal tonight, not with the turmoil brewing within its walls.

Thank the heavens you made the decision a few years back to slowly carve out your own space in the world, purchasing a penthouse apartment near the bustling heart of the city. It was a sanctuary of sorts, a refuge from the expectations and pressures of your family's legacy.

As you shifted the car into gear, you knew that tonight, you would seek solace in the quiet comfort of your own home, far away from the echoing halls of your father's domain.

Navigating through the city streets, your mind wandered, replaying the events of the day. From the tense confrontation with your father to the unexpected proposition from Sukuna, and even the burnt orange chicken mishap—each memory added another layer to the burden you carried.

“Nice plan, self. Way to go and embarrass yourself,” you muttered wryly, a hint of self-deprecation in your tone.

Arriving at your penthouse apartment building, you let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. With a sense of relief washing over you, you parked your car at the underground parking and made your way to the elevator.

In the midst of this silent retreat, a message from an unwelcome sender flashed across your phone screen. Can’t this day get any more worse than last night? 

Fucker: heard our wedding’s in a week, baby ♡

“Oh my fucking god,” you irritatingly exclaimed, a surge of frustration and rising within you. 

With a swift motion, you deleted the message, unwilling to entertain Satoru’s attempts to provoke you. You blocked his number as means of reclaiming your peace of mind.

Entering the elevator, you jabbed impatiently at the button for your floor, eager to retreat to the sanctuary of your apartment. The doors slid shut, enveloping you in a cocoon of solitude as the elevator ascended. But as the elevator doors opened onto your floor, you were met with an unexpected sight—a figure clad in silk pajamas, leaning casually against the wall.

Your heart skipped a beat as you locked eyes with Sukuna, his presence sending a jolt of surprise coursing through you. A mixture of irritation and disbelief welled up within you as he quipped, “Oh, how interesting, can’t wait for our honeymoon, princess?" his voice laced with shock and sarcasm.

"Seriously?" you shot back, your tone dripping with exasperation. "What are you doing here, Sukuna?”

Dropping his shocked expression, he had his signature smirk back on his face with his casual demeanor only serving to frustrate you even more. “Honey, I live here,” he added with a chuckle, his tone dripping with amusement as he pointed at a door, opposite of yours.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at his unexpected revelation, momentarily catching you off guard. "Wait, what? You’re my neighbor?!” you exclaimed, a mixture of disbelief and incredulity coloring your voice.

Sukuna's grin widened into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he watched your reaction. “You live here?” he taunted, his tone playful. "Didn't think you'd have your husband as a neighbor, did you?” Yep, he’s as shocked as you.

The absurdity of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. Sukuna being not only your soon-to-be husband (it’s a ruse, okay?) but also your neighbor felt like a twist straight out of a convoluted drama. You struggled to wrap your head around the surreal irony, feeling like you were trapped in some alternate reality.

As you stepped out of the elevator, Sukuna pushed himself off the wall, his smirk never faltering, you couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration bubbling within you.

“Wouldn’t this make our ruse even more believable, princess?” He teased, “you can't deny the thrill of it all. The universe has a twisted sense of humor, doesn't it?”

"This is ridiculous," you muttered, shaking your head in disbelief. Sukuna’s not leaving you anytime, he’s there to stay in your mind. In your family. In your plan. In your fucking apartment building.

You gritted your teeth, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at his cocky demeanor. "I am not amused and this is not some kind of twisted joke," you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest defensively and tone sharp with irritation and anticipation.

As Sukuna sauntered towards you with lazy confidence with a chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine for the nth time today. "Oh, lighten up, princess," he teased, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "We're in this situation together, whether you like it or not.”

You know what situation this is. The next family head. The one-year ruse. The hidden feelings, desires, and attraction. Everything.

You recoiled at his touch, feeling a surge of defiance rising within you. "Speak for yourself," you retorted, stepping back to put some distance between you.

Though Sukuna's smirk faltered momentarily, it quickly returned, his demeanor unchanged. "Well, you’re still as feisty as ever,” he remarked, amusement lacing his tone. "I love it a lot,” he added with a wink.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his blatant flirtation, refusing to let him see how much his presence unnerved you. With a determined set to your jaw, you turned on your heel and headed towards your apartment, leaving Sukuna behind in the hallway.

As you closed the door behind you, you let out a shaky breath, feeling a mix of frustration and unease swirling inside you. The encounter with Sukuna had only served to heighten your sense of apprehension, leaving you more unsettled than ever.

Meanwhile, Sukuna chuckled to himself as he watched you retreat into your apartment. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on him, and he couldn't help but find amusement in the twists and turns fate had delivered. 

"Really funny how the universe works," he mused, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Yet, his amusement was short-lived as he felt a familiar sensation stirring within him, a primal urge that demanded attention.

"She'll be the death of me," he muttered under his breath, a wry smirk playing on his lips. Despite the gravity of the situation, a surge of desire coursed through him, igniting a primal need that demanded attention.

Suppressing the urge with practiced ease, Sukuna reached into the pockets of his silk pajamas and retrieved his phone. With a swift motion, he dialed a number, his voice laced with confidence and authority as he spoke into the receiver.

“Let Toji handle this one,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. Turning away from the elevator, Sukuna made his way back into his apartment.

—

“What a cold bitch,” a man with striking white hair and undeniably beautiful blue eyes exclaimed as he closed his phone, his frustration palpable in the air around him.

Gojo Satoru was not one to take rejections or being ignored lightly. His charismatic demeanor masked a temper that could flare up with little warning, especially when his advances were rebuffed.

With a flicker of annoyance in his piercing blue eyes, he pocketed his phone and leaned against the wall, his mind already plotting of his next move. Satoru was not one to be ignored, and he was determined to ensure that you would meet him, whether you liked it or not. After all, he certainly wasn't about to let it slide without a response.

okkkk it’s delayed ifjeishs i have a lotta uni deadlines and i think i’m dEd lfjwishdks

bear with me dihsisbs

okkkk i'm out again here ashdhsdha i gotta finish streetracer!sukuna & then my god (4) jdsaihdjs

My God (3)

Everything's a negotiation these days. And, it's not something you'll pass up. After all, all of these will just be a ruse, right? Or not…

a/n: this is getting exciting for me T^T the characters are the ones writing this whole story for me sahdhsdah i swear i feel like Sukuna and reader's personalities are really shaping this story!!

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + angst, Yakuza AU, Enemies to Lovers Word Count: 2,548 All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

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“No ring?” 

Sukuna’s laughter rippled through the room, its timbre a mixture of amusement and something deeper, something you couldn’t quite grasp. His gaze bore into yours, a glint of genuine interest shimmering in the depths of his eyes.

You stifled a sigh, the weight of the moment pressing down on you like a heavy cloak. This wasn’t just a game anymore, was it? There is definitely something deeper, something unspoken between you and Sukuna. But for now, you have to focus on the very unexpected proposition at hand. Still can’t believe I said this one out loud.

Sukuna sauntered to the kitchen island, his movements deliberate and confident. As he perched on the edge and crossed his arms, his muscles rippled, drawing unwanted attention from you. Yeah, fuck those arms.

The tension in the air was palpable, like a taut string ready to snap. You know that this will be more than a simple proposition; it will be something full of deception and desire.

"Well, well, well," Sukuna drawled, his voice low and smooth tinged with curiosity. ”You certainly know how to make things interesting, princess."

His response was left you to wonder what lay beneath his confident facade. But one thing was certain—Sukuna was not one to back down from a challenge, especially when it came from you.

Meeting his gaze head-on you, matched his confidence with your own determination, refusing to let your emotions betray you. Emotions of desire, perhaps?

“And you know how to make things complicated, Sukuna,” you countered, your tone laced with equal parts annoyance and intrigue.

He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Touché,” he conceded, his smirk widening into a devilish grin. Ruffling his hair in a casual gesture, he leaned in closer, his gaze unwavering.

And, of course, he has to ask one of the most dreaded questions you’re looking out for to solidify this ruse. Like a guillotine waiting to fall.

“So, what’s in it for me?”

Sukuna’s question hung in the air, tinged with anticipation. Biting your lip, your mind raced as you weighed your words carefully, keenly aware of the staked at hand. “Piss Gojo off,” you replied, your tone calm but laced with underlying frustration. You both know which Gojo you are talking about.

The mere mention of Gojo seemed to inject an unexpected tension into the room.

Sukuna’s gaze lingered on you, his eyes tracing the curve of your lips as you nervously bit down on the soft flesh. “Huh, you engaged to him or something?” Sukuna’s eyebrows raised in surprise, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. This is something that totally caught him off guard.

You sighed, the memory of your earlier confrontation with your father flooding back with a wave of irritation. “Father unfortunately had me arranged to him since forever and I only got to know about it today,” you explained, your voice tinged with resentment and bitterness.

To your surprise, Sukuna’s expression softened, a flicker of sympathy passing across his features. “I see,” he murmured, his tone surprisingly gentle as if he understood more than you realized.

Your heart skipped a beat (don’t worry, the pterodactyls are asleep) at the unexpected tenderness in his voice. “Before you agree, I have to negotiate this one with you,” you interjected, seizing the opportunity to lay down your terms before committing to this risky proposition.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, his eyes alight with curiosity. "I’m listening," he replied, his interest piqued.

“Firstly,” you began, laying out the conditions of your proposal. “We’ll need to secretly get married. And you’ll have to agree to bring me to every meeting, no questions asked.”

Sukuna’s expression shifted, a mixture of surprise and amusement flickering across his features. “You want to get married for real?” he echoed, his tone incredulous.

“It’s the only way to make it believable and divorce's easy nowadays,” you replied, your voice steady. “And it comes with other conditions, too. No other relationships, no hook-ups. Just us.”

Sukuna's smirk faltered, replaced by a look of genuine surprise. “You’re making me a celibate, princess?” he exclaimed, a hint of amusement coloring his words.

“It’s part of the deal,” you insisted, ignoring the waking up pterodactyls in your stomach. “And there’s one more condition: nobody can know about this ruse. Not even Uraume.”

His surprised expression quickly morphed into a smirk, amusement still dancing in his eyes as he processed your conditions. "Well, well, princess," he drawled standing up from the kitchen island with a newfound sense of intrigue. "You certainly don't hold back."

You met his gaze evenly, unwilling to show any sign of weakness in this dangerous negotiation. "I have to be thorough," you stated, your tone firm and resolute. "We can't afford any slip-ups."

Sukuna’s chuckle sent a thrill down your spine, his grin widening into a knowing smirk. "Fair enough," he conceded, his gaze locking with yours. "I can agree to those terms. But what's in it for me beyond just pissing off Gojo?"

You paused, considering his question carefully. There had to be something more to entice Sukuna, something that spoke to his ambitions and desires.

"We both know Gojo isn't the only one with a stake in this," you replied cryptically, your mind racing as you formulated your next move.

Sukuna's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a flicker of curiosity sparking in his eyes. “Oh? Say, it, princess,” he prompted, leaning in closer with an eager anticipation.

You held his gaze, your expression unreadable as you revealed your next proposition. "If we can pull this off convincingly, it could significantly shift the balance of power between our families," you explained, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air. "And I have no doubt that you would enjoy being on the winning side."

Sukuna's grin widened into a smirk, a glint of excitement gleaming in his eyes. "You're playing a dangerous game, princess," he remarked, his voice low and smooth. "But I like it."

You returned his smirk with a confident grin of your own. "Then we have a deal," you declared confidently.

But Sukuna wasn't finished yet. "Is this an indefinite ruse?" he asked, a hint of caution in his tone.

You shook your head, clarity guiding your response. "Just one year," you confirmed, your voice steady and resolute.

Sukuna mulled over your words for a moment before another question arose. “So, when are we getting married?" he asked, his curiosity evident.

"In three days," you replied without hesitation, already formulating the plans in your mind.

Sukuna nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Alright, you got me in your hands, princess," he agreed, his tone filled with anticipation and a hint of excitement. 

—

Sitting in his study bathed in the golden hues of late afternoon sunlight, your father's attention was drawn to the insistent ringing of his phone. The clinking of ice against glass resonated as he lifted his crystal tumbler, taking a measured sip of his scotch before answering the call.

“Is everything ready?” His voice, rich and commanding, filled the room with an aura of authority.

A brief pause followed, during which the silence seemed to stretch taut, only broken by the distant hum of the city beyond the windows.

“There has to be no mistake this time around,” he continued, his tone firm and unwavering. “You know what’ll happen if there is.”

The gravity of his words hung heavy in the air, emphasizing the seriousness of the situation.

—

Sitting in behind the wheel of your car, the weight of the day's events pressing down on you like a heavy cloak, you glanced at your phone for the time.

10:42 PM.

With a weary sigh, you rubbed your temples, feeling utterly drained from the tumultuous day you had endured. The thought of returning to your father's imposing mansion held no appeal tonight, not with the turmoil brewing within its walls.

Thank the heavens you made the decision a few years back to slowly carve out your own space in the world, purchasing a penthouse apartment near the bustling heart of the city. It was a sanctuary of sorts, a refuge from the expectations and pressures of your family's legacy.

As you shifted the car into gear, you knew that tonight, you would seek solace in the quiet comfort of your own home, far away from the echoing halls of your father's domain.

Navigating through the city streets, your mind wandered, replaying the events of the day. From the tense confrontation with your father to the unexpected proposition from Sukuna, and even the burnt orange chicken mishap—each memory added another layer to the burden you carried.

“Nice plan, self. Way to go and embarrass yourself,” you muttered wryly, a hint of self-deprecation in your tone.

Arriving at your penthouse apartment building, you let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. With a sense of relief washing over you, you parked your car at the underground parking and made your way to the elevator.

In the midst of this silent retreat, a message from an unwelcome sender flashed across your phone screen. Can’t this day get any more worse than last night? 

Fucker: heard our wedding’s in a week, baby ♡

“Oh my fucking god,” you irritatingly exclaimed, a surge of frustration and rising within you. 

With a swift motion, you deleted the message, unwilling to entertain Satoru’s attempts to provoke you. You blocked his number as means of reclaiming your peace of mind.

Entering the elevator, you jabbed impatiently at the button for your floor, eager to retreat to the sanctuary of your apartment. The doors slid shut, enveloping you in a cocoon of solitude as the elevator ascended. But as the elevator doors opened onto your floor, you were met with an unexpected sight—a figure clad in silk pajamas, leaning casually against the wall.

Your heart skipped a beat as you locked eyes with Sukuna, his presence sending a jolt of surprise coursing through you. A mixture of irritation and disbelief welled up within you as he quipped, “Oh, how interesting, can’t wait for our honeymoon, princess?" his voice laced with shock and sarcasm.

"Seriously?" you shot back, your tone dripping with exasperation. "What are you doing here, Sukuna?”

Dropping his shocked expression, he had his signature smirk back on his face with his casual demeanor only serving to frustrate you even more. “Honey, I live here,” he added with a chuckle, his tone dripping with amusement as he pointed at a door, opposite of yours.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at his unexpected revelation, momentarily catching you off guard. "Wait, what? You’re my neighbor?!” you exclaimed, a mixture of disbelief and incredulity coloring your voice.

Sukuna's grin widened into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he watched your reaction. “You live here?” he taunted, his tone playful. "Didn't think you'd have your husband as a neighbor, did you?” Yep, he’s as shocked as you.

The absurdity of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. Sukuna being not only your soon-to-be husband (it’s a ruse, okay?) but also your neighbor felt like a twist straight out of a convoluted drama. You struggled to wrap your head around the surreal irony, feeling like you were trapped in some alternate reality.

As you stepped out of the elevator, Sukuna pushed himself off the wall, his smirk never faltering, you couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration bubbling within you.

“Wouldn’t this make our ruse even more believable, princess?” He teased, “you can't deny the thrill of it all. The universe has a twisted sense of humor, doesn't it?”

"This is ridiculous," you muttered, shaking your head in disbelief. Sukuna’s not leaving you anytime, he’s there to stay in your mind. In your family. In your plan. In your fucking apartment building.

You gritted your teeth, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at his cocky demeanor. "I am not amused and this is not some kind of twisted joke," you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest defensively and tone sharp with irritation and anticipation.

As Sukuna sauntered towards you with lazy confidence with a chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine for the nth time today. "Oh, lighten up, princess," he teased, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "We're in this situation together, whether you like it or not.”

You know what situation this is. The next family head. The one-year ruse. The hidden feelings, desires, and attraction. Everything.

You recoiled at his touch, feeling a surge of defiance rising within you. "Speak for yourself," you retorted, stepping back to put some distance between you.

Though Sukuna's smirk faltered momentarily, it quickly returned, his demeanor unchanged. "Well, you’re still as feisty as ever,” he remarked, amusement lacing his tone. "I love it a lot,” he added with a wink.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his blatant flirtation, refusing to let him see how much his presence unnerved you. With a determined set to your jaw, you turned on your heel and headed towards your apartment, leaving Sukuna behind in the hallway.

As you closed the door behind you, you let out a shaky breath, feeling a mix of frustration and unease swirling inside you. The encounter with Sukuna had only served to heighten your sense of apprehension, leaving you more unsettled than ever.

Meanwhile, Sukuna chuckled to himself as he watched you retreat into your apartment. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on him, and he couldn't help but find amusement in the twists and turns fate had delivered. 

"Really funny how the universe works," he mused, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Yet, his amusement was short-lived as he felt a familiar sensation stirring within him, a primal urge that demanded attention.

"She'll be the death of me," he muttered under his breath, a wry smirk playing on his lips. Despite the gravity of the situation, a surge of desire coursed through him, igniting a primal need that demanded attention.

Suppressing the urge with practiced ease, Sukuna reached into the pockets of his silk pajamas and retrieved his phone. With a swift motion, he dialed a number, his voice laced with confidence and authority as he spoke into the receiver.

“Let Toji handle this one,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. Turning away from the elevator, Sukuna made his way back into his apartment.

—

“What a cold bitch,” a man with striking white hair and undeniably beautiful blue eyes exclaimed as he closed his phone, his frustration palpable in the air around him.

Gojo Satoru was not one to take rejections or being ignored lightly. His charismatic demeanor masked a temper that could flare up with little warning, especially when his advances were rebuffed.

With a flicker of annoyance in his piercing blue eyes, he pocketed his phone and leaned against the wall, his mind already plotting of his next move. Satoru was not one to be ignored, and he was determined to ensure that you would meet him, whether you liked it or not. After all, he certainly wasn't about to let it slide without a response.