Lol Same Thoughts

lol same thoughts

Sukuna after I give him the nastiest head of all time

sukuna looks so goddamn divine 😭 what a beautiful man he is

i am so sorry for being gone for a while ahsdshadhas i have all the chapters ready for my fics

obsessed with this au 😭 i can’t stop thinking of lieutenant sukuna hshshshaha help

Heaven Knows

synopsis. Lieutenant Ryomen has a problem; he was assigned a personal medic, a really pretty one, at that. And, since you were his medic, that also meant you were his in every other aspect, right?

cw. military au, fem reader, enemies to lovers, not so secret pining, jealousy (from Sukuna's end), eventual smut, hanky panky on a desk, answering the phone during s-x, guns, creampie

an. dont fact check anything, this is just fanFICTION 🤗

Available on Ao3

“You should really try to be less reckless, sir.” This was probably the fourth time this evening you let out a huge sigh — and for good reason — while disinfecting the wound. The lieutenant had made more trips to the infirmary this week than you could count on one hand. It was completely unlike him.

“I couldn’t help it,” Sukuna said, in that smooth voice of his. “I was thinking about something much more important than training.”

“So important that you had to get a bullet lodged in your arm, Lieutenant?” you quipped, mentally rolling your eyes.

The pink-haired man gave a bark-laugh, before he replied, “Of course.”

“I didn’t even know they allowed weapons in the training room, much less, guns.”

“Like you would know anything about stuff like that, Doc,” Sukuna scoffed.

You rolled your eyes, adding, “Lieutenant, you do realize your life is in my hands, right now? I wouldn’t say such insensitive remarks if I were you.”

“In that case, I would truly be a happy man dying by the hands of a darling like you.”

When you first received a position at base, you were filled in about all the sergeants, lieutenants, captains, colonels, etcetera, by your fellow colleagues. And while you did have some trouble remembering their ranks — unless you frequently conversed with them, you managed to learn their names, their faces, and their attributes — personality and looks wise — within a week.

Satoru Gojo was a lively, energetic man. You often wondered how someone in his line of work managed to have a smile on their face almost every second of the day. On the other hand, he was rather infamous for fraternizing every opportunity he had, whether it be while being stitched up or even while exchanging flirtatious comments towards enemies on the field. Consequently, he was known more by the title of “Womanizer” rather than by his callsign, “Six Eyes”, which was given to him after he wore two pairs of glasses at once — for reasons beyond you.

Suguru Geto was a much more refined man than the one mentioned before. You often joked between coworkers that he was born to balance out the white-haired man child. It was undeniable that Geto was an exceptionally handsome guy, and you sometimes even caught yourself staring at his sharp jawline. Fortunately, he was both brawns and brains, but he did have quite a foul mouth when it came to insulting the opposing sides while on a mission.

Toji Fushiguro could be described many ways, but calling him muscular was definitely an understatement. You couldn’t find out much details about him, seeing as he didn’t open up much, but you knew he was a happily married man with an absolutely adorable son, whom he took pride in showing pictures of him on his phone in the mess hall.

And lastly, the lieutenant, Sukuna Ryomen. Your first meeting with him was purely impromptu.

After being placed at base, you had taken a habit of using the more personal kitchen whenever the mess hall was closed and you needed a cup of coffee after dealing with so many patients. Luck was on your side that night when you hastily turned to return to your office and were face to face with a man whose mere presence exhibited a feeling of immense fear. Instinctively, you chucked your oh-so dear mug of coffee at the man. When you recognized his rank soon after, and consequently, your subordination, you apologized profusely. And to your surprise, he only let out a laugh, saying, “You’re an interesting breed,” before continuing on his way, leaving you dumbfounded and alone.

Some time after, for reasons unbeknownst to you, you were assigned as someone’s personal medic, which, even to you, was a new term. You didn’t know personal medics existed, and you had no clue what purpose they served being personal. Thus, you were a little curious. When you entered the captain’s office, to meet that someone, you almost shit yourself once you recognized those formidable tattoos and distinctive pink hair. At that moment, you had never had the role of patching up Lieutenant Ryomen, you mainly found yourself taking care of lower ranks, but now you were his personal medic? Unheard of.

You quickly learned what it meant to be a behemoth of a man’s personal medic. You were to be the only person who would be stitching up, patching up, and in general, taking care of Sukuna Ryomen. However, that didn’t mean you were only limited to one patient in the infirmary; that would just be a waste of your talents. You cared for whatever patient you were assigned to, but if you were called on to Sukuna’s aid, you would have to put down whatever tool was in your hand and assist the lieutenant instead.

After being in this arrangement for some time, you decided you wouldn’t mind being a personal medic had you not been assigned to serve Sukuna of all people. To put it bluntly, assisting the lieutenant was like trying to reprimand a child.

Sukuna moved way too fucking much for your liking, and not because he was scared of needles or anything of the like, he just moved and twitched and squirmed because he wanted to get a reaction out of you, rile you up, in other words. Everything was just a game to him. And if you even tried to tell him, “If you keep moving, I will gouge your eyes out with this scalpel, accidentally or not,” he would merely shrug, replying, “And I would report you for insubordination, accidentally or not.”

Whoever assigned you as Lieutenant Ryomen’s personal medic would soon eat their shit, because once you got your hands on them, you swore you would go berserk.

As a child, you learned in school and outside school that people who served in the military were people who were deserving of all things respect and honor. And while most people you came across did live up to their name and role, Ryomen Sukuna was certainly not included in that group.

You were a firm believer in respect being earned, and no matter how many feats that man has accomplished to protect his country, his personality, demeanor, and condescending tone would always override all those achievements.

Oftentimes, you find yourself wondering what godforsaken deed you might’ve done in a past life that earned yourself the role of Sukuna’s personal medic. He had no respect whatsoever towards anyone. And, even when speaking with higher-ups, his true self neither faltered nor subsided. His skill was probably the only thing that kept him from losing his rank, you thought.

Most encounters with the lieutenant ended with you either wanting to rip your hair out or wanting to jump off a clif. He barked orders at you left and right, saying this and that. Sukuna never went a day without aiming at least one backhanded comment towards you. 

It was irritating the way Sukuna found fun in keeping you from caring for other patients. He liked the fact that as long as he was in the infirmary, you wouldn’t be taking care of any other men besides him.

He was, needless to say, an insufferable man, and it was such a shame that he had taken a liking to you. When his mouth wasn’t so foul, he was no better than Gojo. Spewing suggestive, flirtatious comments every second he was near you. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought he was two different people. One second he could be criticizing you on how you performed your job, the next he could be speaking as if you two were in a relationship totally and highly inappropriate considering the actual circumstances.

If you pushed aside his vile, degrading comments, you could almost see yourself falling for his sultry personality. Because, after all, you couldn’t deny the attractiveness of Lieutenant Ryomen — especially when paired with his handsy habits.

Coming across Sukuna in tight spaces, halls, and corridors, always meant he would place a hand on the small of your back as he walked past you. Standing beside him during a briefing usually ended up with his hand casually slung around your shoulders, as if you two were friends or something of the like. You often found yourself with cases of phantom touch whenever Sukuna was away on missions for long periods of time; it irked you endlessly.

***

“Am I going to have to sedate you, sir, in order for you to stop wriggling around like a worm?”

“Dunno, would you like to try?”

Sukuna closed his eyes as you pressed a dampened towel to his wound, applying enough pressure to rid the gash of debris and rubble. This week, the lieutenant had just returned from another successful mission, and was in dire need of some patching up.

“Mm, can’t say it’s not a common fantasy of mine.”

His lips tugged into a sly grin, “How courteous.”

You took a step back and admired your handiwork; once satisfied with the completion of the disinfecting stage, you said, “I’m going to need you to sit up now, so I can start on the stitches.”

This part was usually easy for you, and you often looked forward to it since most patients were silent whilst you stitched them up, save for occasional grunts and groans here and there. But those were to be expected when a needle is piercing your skin.

The lieutenant wordlessly did as he was told, and you soon found yourself standing between his legs as you began to get to work.

For the most part, Sukuna was capable of maintaining his composure during this procedure, but, more often than not, he found himself with a preference for having his hands on your hips, occasionally giving squeezes whenever he felt it necessary. The conversation, in most cases, went like this,

“I highly doubt this is professional, sir,” you commented, but you didn’t remove his hands, because A) you would have to change your gloves, and B) if this was what would keep him from squirming, so be it.

Sukuna leaned down to whisper in your ear, his warm breath fanning your ear, “Maybe, but it doesn’t seem like I’m hearing any complaints.” 

You hesitated, deciding carefully what your next words would be, and in the end, you only breathed out a sigh.

-

Having but a few minutes left of your break, and seeing as your mug was empty, you had no choice but to make your way to the mess hall. You didn’t come around there often; most of the time the place was packed with sweaty, grimy, boisterous men, who had no idea what personal space was. The coffee machine in the kitchen of the infirmary was broken, and even with more than enough men on base, no one knew how to fix it. So, grumbling, you had ventured out of your office.

“Hey, Doc—” An arm was suddenly wrapped around your shoulder as an unfamiliar voice filled your ears. 

“Don’t talk to me,” you cut the kid off before he could say more.

Coffee. Coffee was the only reason you were here, not to chit chat. God, could this machine get any slower?

“Well damn, y’know I just love me a woman who plays hard to get.”

You turned to face the man with a deadpan look on your face, “Well damn, y’know I just love wasting precious time on my break talking to pricks like you.” Fuck, does no one know how to take a hint these days? This had to have been a recruit, because seriously, these cannot be the same people who are protecting this country.

A couple of snickers could be heard from people in line for coffee behind you, and your pursuer couldn’t help but finally leave you be, though, begrudgingly. However, those weren’t the only spectators. Near the back of the hall sat Lieutenant Ryomen and Toji Fushiguro, who were murmuring amongst themselves as they watched the scene unfold.

“I see the way you look at her,” the black-haired man began; an amused smile on his face as he moved around the food on his plate.

“You must be either blind or delusional, then.”

“No need to deny it, Lieutenant; it’s already obvious enough what you think of her. I mean, what kind of man goes as far as shooting himself on purpose just so he can go see his lady friend in the infirmary?”

The distant memory from last week — which was supposed to remain secret — caught Sukuna’s attention, and he glowered at his friend across the table. “I will roast your head on a spit and feed it to your family if you tell her I did that.”

“That’s harsh; you would traumatize poor Megumi.”

You had no idea what was going on. One second you were finally about to walk out of the mess hall with your cup of coffee, then someone’s hands were groping you whilst you were still in line, and the next . . . well, punches were being thrown. It all happened so fast; you weren’t even able to identify who was fighting who until people started breaking up the two men.

Yells filled the mess hall as it became clear who was involved.

“. . .Lieutenant Ryomen?” You almost dropped your oh-so dear cup of coffee in surprise.

“He’s crazy!” cried the man who groped you, as he was held back by a few of his colleagues. It was evident in his voice that he was more than shaken up by the event, and you almost felt bad had you forgotten what started this whole ordeal in the first place.

Sukuna wiped blood from his nose, clearly indifferent to his new injury, “At least I don’t go around harassing women. Did your mother ever teach you manners?”

When Sukuna suddenly turned to face you, it was impossible for you to read his expression. All eyes in the mess hall turned to you, awaiting what the lieutenant would next say.

“As for you, have you suddenly forgotten your job? Infirmary, now,” Sukuna said, in a commanding voice that had you scampering off as the man followed.

“Did I rip my stitches?” asked Sukuna, expectedly.

You heaved out a sigh as you cleaned up Sukuna’s bloody nose, “Mhm.”

“Ah, I thought so.”

“. . .You shouldn’t have lashed out like that. It wasn’t even that big of a deal; I would’ve handled it perfectly fine on my own, y’know.”

“I have no doubts you would, but he put his hands on you, sweetheart. Now that’s a big deal if I’ve ever seen one.” Sukuna’s eyes followed your every move as you patched him back up.

You couldn’t help but stop in the middle of your work to let out a laugh, “So you mean to tell me you’ve never been taught as a kid to share your toys?”

“Not when it comes down to my favorite toy, no.”

“I was joking, Ryomen.”

“Well I’m not.”

“. . .So what’s going to happen to that guy?”

“Dunno, not my decision. But if it was, it would definitely involve a few tears being shed,” Sukuna shrugged.

Sometimes conversations between you and the lieutenant went this way. The both of you speaking to each other as if you two were friends, or close colleagues. And, sometimes you did feel like your relationship was just that. But nonetheless, you couldn’t say you hated the more common tension you two shared.

There was just a spark that occurred whenever you two butted heads. Sukuna was a man who enjoyed riling you up solely to gain a reaction out of you, and you were someone who was angered easily by infuriatingly annoying men. In other words, you two made it work. The captain clearly knew what he was doing when he assigned you as Sukuna’s personal medic.

***

However may it be, your opinion of the lieutenant never changed much. No matter how smooth of a talker he was, he would — eventually — find more ways than you could think to make you want nothing more than his head on a spike. Today — also known as the following after Sukuna’s “incident”, was no different.

The pink-haired man was in the middle of doing nothing when you suddenly stormed into his office, with a crazed look on your face. At that moment, Sukuna decided he had never seen something sexier.

“What the hell did you tell them?” you asked, slamming a hand on his desk as you leaned down to his level.

Sukuna stood up from his chair and rose to the full extent of his height, a sly grin on his lips. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t give me that shit, Lieutenant.”

He cocked his head to the side, “Don’t swear in my office.”

“How come all of my patients won’t look me in the eye anymore without breaking a sweat? They’re afraid to even breathe in my presence, sir.” You walked around Sukuna’s desk while you spoke, until you reached where he stood.

“Good.” His reply came curtly; simple enough to get another glare from you and obvious enough to confirm your suspicions that he was involved in this, some way or another.

“God! You’re insufferable.”

“You know you love it.”

“Fuck off. I hate your ass, you cocky bastard.”

Sukuna gripped your chin in his hand, bringing your face to his, “Mhmm, you make such a pretty liar.”

All complaints you had were soon swallowed up as Sukuna roughly smashed his lips against yours in a breathtaking kiss.

If you said you weren’t expecting this to happen sooner or later, you would be plain stupid. You two had been dancing around for weeks ever since you arrived at base; tensions could only reach so high before something could happen.

You let yourself melt in his hold as you shut your eyes, submitting under the overwhelming feeling of bliss.

Parting your lips in a gasp as Sukuna slipped his hands under your shirt, it didn’t take long before your bra came undone.

“Mm, fuck. D’you do that often, Lieutenant? You’re awfully quick at it,” you couldn’t help but tease.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Sukuna bit your bottom lip, and you felt him smile against you.

Steadying yourself, you placed your hands on his shoulders as you two continued fervently kissing and nipping at each other’s lips. It was well into the evening by now, and you had no reason to worry about more patients, but still, you had a sense that,

“We should—ngh—stop.”

“I know,” came Sukuna’s reply, but neither of you moved nor pulled away.

“This isn’t right.”

“I know.” 

Sukuna licked your bottom lip, and let his tongue explore your mouth once you parted your lips.

“We—hah—shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I know.”

“We have to stop.”

“Fuck no.”

You sucked in a breath as you felt Sukuna’s hand wandering down towards your ass, gripping the fat there hard enough to elicit a whimper out of you. His other hand slipped into your pants, pushing aside your panties and slipping two fingers inside.

“Shit, so big. . .” Your voice drawled as you tightened your grip on his shoulders.

Sukuna murmured sweet nothings in your ear as he quickened his pace, curling his fingers inside of you as he felt you tighten around him, a knot building up in your stomach.

Your shirt was soon pulled up and over your head, discarded somewhere in the office. Sukuna cupped your breasts as he brought his lips to your tits, sucking.

By now, it was safe to say you were a moaning mess. Sukuna gave equal attention to your clit as he did to each of your nipples. Sometimes grazing his teeth, sometimes giving a teasing nibble. The feeling of his mouth on your tits combined with his fingers inside of you had you biting down your moans as you came on Sukuna’s hand.

“Fuckk, what a pretty sight,” Sukuna gave an evil grin as he stared at the mess between your thighs. Making sure your eyes were on him, he brought his fingers to his mouth as he sucked at your leftover cum on his fingers, “And you taste so sweet, too.”

You whined, done with his antics, “Don’t be a tease.”

“Right, right,” Sukuna’s tone was full of mockery, “m’sorry, baby.” 

He turned you around and bent you over his desk, placing kisses down your exposed neck and back. “You really gonna let me do this? I thought you hated my ass,” he snickered.

“Shut up, Ryomen,” you gritted your teeth, before shuddering at the feeling of his hard-on against your thigh. “You better fuck me like you mean it.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I would never plan on giving you less than just that,” were Sukuna’s exact words as his cock slid into you.

Maybe provocation wasn’t your best choice in a situation like this, but it was the smartest, fastest way for you to get what you wanted most.

“Ahh,” moans escaped you left and right, and Sukuna hadn’t even moved yet. Probably just the feeling alone of him inside of you could make you see stars, and you feared — with how big he was — that his dick would be the very last cock you would ever live to take.

“Where’s the snappy mouth from earlier, huh? Don’t tell me you can’t take what I’m about to give you.” Sukuna’s face held a sinister grin as he leaned over you, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear as he spoke, before he slid out just to violently slam back into you. The contact knocked the wind out of your lungs, and you could hardly suppress your scream. 

You winced as the desk rocked under the both of your weights combined, and your mind quickly went to the idea of someone investigating the ruckus that was occurring so late into the evening.

“Fuck, baby. Do you know—hah—how long I’ve wanted to do this? Ever since I saw your pretty little ass prancing around base? God, I swore right then and there, when you threw your coffee at me, I had never seen anything hotter.”

“S’kunaa, ngh!” You arched your back, your tits rubbing against the rough wooden surface.

“I bet you knew how bad I wanted you. And fuck me since I wasn’t the only one,” Sukuna groaned into your neck as his hips snapped against yours. “Do you know how many fuckers have been salivating at just the sight of you? Shit, and you were the one gettin’ all hot headed at me for taking you away from your other patients all the time. Well, now you know why.”

“R—mmph—really?” Your voice was so meek, it made Sukuna almost want to go soft on you.

“I have never lied to you. Hah, I’m going to make this greedy little cunt remember my cock every time you even think of fucking with some other good-for-nothing recruit—”

Ring! Ring! Ring! 

You were brought out of your dazed state at the sudden sound of Sukuna’s phone ringing against the desk, nevertheless, Sukuna never stopped his movements as he continued fucking you.

Ring! Ring! 

Sukuna leaned down to mumble in your ear, “Don’t make a sound, unless you want everybody in this building to know how much of slut you are for some cock from your superior.”

You weren’t given even a moment’s notice before a gun was shoved in your mouth. Was this Sukuna’s idea of some sick joke? Or was he trying to use the weapon as a gag? Either way, you wrapped your lips around the cold steel, and whimpered as Sukuna moved his hand to rub your clit. He was not going to make this easy for you.

“Who is this?” Sukuna asked after picking up, his voice visibly irritated after being interrupted.

You knew the safety was on — the lieutenant wasn’t that insane — but still, there was a rush of adrenaline that coursed through you at the thrill of taking such a risk. You wouldn’t even think of agreeing to this another time unless it was Sukuna who was offering. 

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you impossibly closer as he continued slamming in and out of you at a merciless speed. You whined at the roughness, and your nails scratched and clawed at the desk for any source of leverage. All the while, no noise escaped you.

Your eyes brimmed with tears, your cheeks smudged with running mascara as you choked back a sob. Sukuna knew how to mix pain and pleasure just right, and your eyes continuously rolled back inside your head as he hit every spot inside of you.

“So the files can be taken care of tomorrow? Great. Good night.”

The phone call ended within three minutes, and Sukuna immediately removed the gun from your mouth, throwing it on his desk.

One particularly hard thrust had you seeing stars as you suddenly couldn’t hold back anymore, coming on his cock whilst babbling nonsense. “Nngh, Sukuna, fuck.” Muttering curses under his breath, Sukuna slammed into you one last time, his seed filling you up seconds later.

You laid limp on top of the desk, catching your breath as the mess down between your legs dried. Sukuna trailed a finger down your spine, enjoying the way you shuddered and shivered at his touch. A smile tugged at the corners of the lieutenant’s mouth. Yeah, he definitely wasn’t going to let you leave his office any time soon.

***

“Is this a bra in your office, Ryomen?” asked Toji, as he warily eyed the black lace lying on the carpet floor.

“Fuck.” Sukuna pinched the space between his brows; he must have forgotten to pick up after himself yesterday.

My God (4)

Just when you know your week couldn't get any worse, the universe really decides to bring out the worst in you.

You might as well be near your boiling point and do some dumb decisions... or not?

a/n: sorry that this took a while for me to post – a lot has happened to my life lately lol dfhdshfs no worries, i'll be back to regular updates by next week!

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: banters + angst, Yakuza AU, Fake Marriage Word Count: 4.4k All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

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The morning sunlight streamed through the cracks in the curtains, casting dancing shadows on the walls of your bedroom. Your phone vibrated on the bedside table, jolting you awake from a very, very restless sleep.

The lingering effects of the past few days — the unexpected announcement and the whirlwind of events — had left you feeling exhausted and unsettled. Why does your life seem to deteriorate each day since that fucking party and announcement?

You rubbed your eyes groggily, still processing the reality of your situation. It’s that hard to move on, okay? As you swung your legs out of your comfy bed, your foot brushed against the plush rug beneath, grounding you for a moment before the chaos of the day.

Reaching for your phone by the bedside table, your heart rate spiked as you opened it — staring so long at the text messages waiting on your screen. It is indeed a lot of emotions already this morning. I’m just hungry… right? I haven’t eaten anything since last night.

Sukuna > good morning, princess ;) > so, where are we secretly gonna get married? > gotta have it on my calendar, u know I’m a busy man

A wave of dread washed over you. The reality of your situation hit you with full force, the weight of the impending ruse pressing down on you, and how the fuck you will deal with this. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you closed your phone and laid back down face-first on your bed to bury your face in your pillow. 

At least this pillow is soft enough, you thought as you continued to pound your head on it to at least try to escape the overwhelming sense of dread you’ve been having these past few days. The cool, soft fabric offered very little comfort, but at least it was something you could control. Or not.

You’re not ready to deal with anything this early in the morning, please. 

After a few minutes of futilely attempting to disappear into your pillow, you pulled yourself together and sat up, swinging your legs over the edge of your bed again. The creak of the bed frame seemed to echo in the silent room.

You opened your phone in hand, your fingers hovering over the screen as you contemplated your reply to the bane of your existence, as you often call him in your mind. 

You > will a civil wedding do? > i’ll have it scheduled around noon   > and please, no more morning texts 

You put your phone down and stand up, stretching your aching muscles. Comfy bed, comfy pillow, but still giving me these aches, you thought. The tightness in your shoulders and back was a reminder of the amount of stress you have. You ran a hand through your hair, feeling the tangled strands pull against your scalp.

“Holy shit,” you muttered as a sudden realization hit you like a ton of bricks. You immediately grabbed your phone, opened your calendar app, and scrolled through it with a sense of dread gnawing at your gut. And there it was — just as you feared. Yes, you did forget something.

There’s a fucking art gala tonight. Sponsored by your father.

Which meant… your father would be there, Sukuna would be there, everyone in the family would be there.

Worst of all? Satoru would be there. You just knew it.

Yeah, you’re skipping this one.

“There’s no way I’m going to the gala tonight,” you mumbled to yourself as you closed your phone and placed it screen down on the bedside table.

You walked towards your ensuite bathroom, and the cold tiles beneath your feet sent a shiver through you. Your disheveled reflection greeted you in the mirror, your hair sticking out in every direction, eyes slightly puffy from the lack of sleep. 

“I can’t deal with that hellhole tonight. Dealing with Sukuna is already enough of a headache,” you whispered to yourself, running a hand through your hair in a futile attempt to tame it. The strands slipped through your fingers like silk, but they stubbornly refused to cooperate. 

Your mind then wandered to whatever chaos you might be missing this evening. Yeah, there’s something that will happen tonight, you thought with a sinking feeling in your stomach. You gave up on your hair and splashed cold water on your face. The icy shock jolted you awake, but it did little to quell the unease bubbling inside you.

—

Sukuna’s footsteps echoed sharply against the marble floors, each step resonating through the silent, opulent corridors of the mansion. The walls, adorned with priceless art and gilded fixtures, only accentuated the coldness that seemed to seep up from the floor, biting through the soles of his expensive shoes. He paid it no mind, his thoughts already far ahead, focused on the confrontation that awaited him.

A faint buzz in his pocket broke the silence and paused his strides. Sukuna pulled out his phone, his eyes narrowing as he read your curt reply. He couldn’t help but chuckle in amusement at your attempt to try and take control of your situation like a kitten trying to catch the laser light but ended up tripping over nothing. 

He pocketed his phone, his smirk fading as he neared the heavy oak doors of your father’s office and knocked. Without waiting for a response, Sukuna pushed the door open. The air was thick with tension, the kind that clung to your skin and made it hard to breathe. But, not to Sukuna. 

Your father, Akira, sat behind his massive desk, the steam rising from a cup of tea curling into the air like tendrils of smoke. The faint aroma of peppermint filled the air, usually calming, and added unease that hung between them.

"Come in, Sukuna,” Akira’s voice was both tired and commanding. Sukuna stepped into the office, his gaze sweeping across the room, taking in every detail — the subtle twitch in Akira’s jaw, the way his fingers tightened around the teacup.

Yeah, he’s still brooding over last night’s drama, Sukuna thought.

"Sukuna," Akira began, his tone laced with disapproval, "I've heard about the incident last night."

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, his expression a perfect mask of indifference. "It was nothing," he replied, his voice calm and almost dismissive. "Just a minor misunderstanding."

Akira’s eyes narrowed to slits, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Minor misunderstandings can have major consequences," he warned. “The fight with the Zenin clan was reckless, and you know it.”

Sukuna shrugged, his posture relaxed, almost bored. "It was necessary," he replied, his tone nonchalant. "They were crossing a line."

Akira slammed his palm onto the desk, the sudden sound echoing through the room. “Just what line are you crossing, Sukuna?” He demanded, his voice a low growl.

“Just because I’ve named you as the next head of this family doesn’t save you from your dumb actions. I can take that back anytime. You’re becoming too reckless, and it’s only a matter of time before your actions come back to bite us all,” he warned. "You can't afford to make any more mistakes."

Sukuna didn’t flinch at the outburst, clearly expecting this reaction from the current family head. He leaned forward, his gaze locking onto Akira’s with an intensity that sent a shiver down the older man’s spine. “I have everything under control,” he said, his voice steady and cold. The calm in his tone was more terrifying than any thread could have been.

Akira sighed, massaging his temples with his fingertips and evident frustration. "You think you have everything under control,” he muttered, more to himself than to Sukuna. “But you're forgetting one thing."

Sukuna tilted his head, waiting, his eyes narrowing slightly and silently waiting for the rebuke.

"Your actions affect more than just yourself," Akira reprimanded, his voice regaining its firmness. "Your choices have consequences for the entire family. I won't stand by and watch you dismantle everything I've built."

Sukuna took a sit down, legs crossed, the chair in front of Akira’s table, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "You're getting emotional," he said with a hint of offense.

Akira’s jaw tightened, his fists clenched at his sides. "I'm being realistic,” he shot back, his voice rising. “You need to start thinking with your head instead of your ego."

Sukuna chuckled a dark, humorless sound. "And you need to stop babying me like I'm some helpless child,” he retorted. “I know what I’m doing. My reckless actions are the reasons you chose me over your daughter. Or have you forgotten that?”

For a moment, the room fell into a tense silence, the words hanging in the air like a loaded gun. Akira stared at Sukuna, his expression a mixture of anger and reluctant acknowledgment. He knew that the young man was right in a sense, but it didn’t make them any easier to swallow. 

After what felt like an eternity, Akira spoke again, his voice calmer but no less tense. "Yes, your past actions played a part in your selection,” he admitted, his gaze never leaving Sukuna’s. “But, that does not give you a free pass to do as you please without regard for this family. We are not invincible, Sukuna, and your recklessness will catch up to you eventually.”

Sukuna’s smirk softened slightly, a rare moment of sincerity flashing in his eyes before it was quickly buried beneath its usual bravado. "I get it," he said, his one more subdued, though still laced with that infuriating confidence.

"Good," Akira nodded, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly and his voice still stern but with a hint of relief. "Because this family can’t afford any more of your antics. Not now.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes, raising his arms in a playful gesture of surrender. “Alright, alright old man,” he drawled, his smirk returning in full force. “I'll try to keep my antics in check."

As their conversation shifted to the upcoming gala tonight, Sukuna’s thoughts began to drift. He listened to Akira’s plans with one ear, already calculating his next move.

By the time he left the office, a sense of satisfaction settled in his chest, and couldn’t help but chuckle in satisfaction. He had defused the situation, at least for now. But he knew that old man would be watching him closely, waiting for him to slip.

It’s a game of patience, Sukuna mused. A game I’ve been playing for years. And I’m so close to winning.

—

“Well, fuck,” you muttered under your breath, staring at your reflection in the vanity mirror. You were bathed in soft, ambient light that did little to calm your nerves.

As much as you hated the idea of attending the art gala tonight, you didn’t have the heart to miss whatever you felt would happen. The feeling is too strong to dismiss, okay?

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart as you adjusted your hair for what felt like the hundredth time. It had been at least 40 minutes since you started getting ready. Usually, you would take less than 30 minutes to get yourself to look presentable, but tonight was different. The clock on your wall ticked away relentlessly, reminding you that you were on the verge of being late.

With a resigned sigh, you puckered up your lips to readjust your dark red lipstick before accepting the inevitable. The deep red dress you had chosen clung to your frame, the fabric shimmering subtly with your movements. It was a beautiful dress, one that made you feel powerful yet vulnerable all at once. I look so good though, you thought.

But, even as you admired the way it complemented your skin, it didn’t ease the knot of anxiety in your twisting in your stomach.

“Just a few more minutes,” you whispered as if convincing yourself could somehow delay the night’s events. Grabbing your clutch, you cast one final glance at the mirror, hoping to see confidence reflected back to you. Instead, all you saw was a woman teetering on the edge of uncertainty. 

The drive to the gala was a blur of Tokyo’s city lights and quiet streets. You could feel the nervous energy bubbling under your skin, but you forced yourself to focus on the road.

When you finally arrived, the gala was already in full swing. The grand hall was filled with people, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Art pieces adorned the walls, each more elaborate and expensive than the last. Normally, you would have taken the time to appreciate them, but tonight, they were just background noise to the chaos in your mind.

The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the undercurrent of power plays masked by polite smiles. You wove through the crowd, trying to find a quiet corner where you could collect yourself.

But before you could escape, the grand hall plunged into semi-darkness. The sudden shift sent a ripple of unease through the crowd, punctuated by the commanding, firm voice you know all too well. You froze, your pulse quickening as the tension in the room spiked.

“Where have you been?”

You turned sharply, your breath catching in your throat as you faced your father, Akira, whose presence was as imposing as ever. His eyes bore into yours with a mixture of frustration and concern. He didn’t need to raise his voice to command attention; the weight of his words alone was enough to make your heart pound.

“I—” you started, but he cut you off with a curt wave of his hand.

“This is not the time for excuses,” he said, his tone cold and clipped. “Do you realize how important tonight is? You were expected to be here on time, not wandering in whenever you felt like it.”

You clenched your fists at your sides, trying to maintain your composure. The tension between you and your father had always been thick, but tonight it felt suffocating, more suffocating than your last confrontation. “I’m here now, aren’t I?” you replied, your voice strained. “Isn’t that what matters?”

Akira’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening as he spoke. “Your presence is the bare minimum. I expected you to support the family, to be an asset, not a liability. You can’t keep running away from your responsibilities.”

His words struck a nerve, but you refused to back down and remain as composed as ever. “I’m not running away,” you retorted, your voice rising despite your efforts to stay calm. “I’m trying to deal with everything you’ve dumped on me, including this ridiculous charade with Sukuna.”

Akira’s eyes flashed with anger, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “You’re lucky I chose him over you,” he hissed. “Do you think you could handle the pressure of leading this family? You can barely keep your emotions in check.”

The sting of his words was like a dagger to your heart, the familiar ache of inadequacy tightening its grip on you. You clenched your fists, fighting the urge to lash out. 

“I won’t tolerate any more of your outbursts tonight,” Akira continued, his voice dripping with authority. “Do what you’re supposed to do, and stay out of trouble.”

You didn’t respond, knowing that anything you said would only escalate the situation. Instead, you turned and walked away, the weight of your father’s expectations pressing down on you with every step. The air felt heavy, almost stifling, as you made your way through the crowd, trying to clear your head.

But as fate would have it, your search for solitude was cut short by an all-too-familiar voice that made your blood run cold. 

“Ah, there’s my favorite fiancee.” Gojo Satoru’s drawled, his tone oozed with arrogance and mischief, his presence as infuriating as ever. 

You stiffened, fingers tightening around your glass as you slowly turned to face him. Satoru stood before you, exuding his usual air of effortless confidence. His stark white hair contrasted sharply with the tailored black suit he wore, and those piercing blue eyes behind his sleek sunglasses sparkled with the same irritating delight that always set your teeth on edge. 

“Satoru,” you replied, barely able to keep the venom from your voice. The sight of him is enough to make your skin crawl, your eyes narrowing in distaste. You absolutely can’t stand him.

“Don’t look so thrilled to see me,” he teased, leaning in closer than you liked. “You know, we’re supposed to be making this work. Or did you forget about the message I sent you last night?”

You glared at him, refusing to be baited. “Why are you here, Satoru? Shouldn’t you be off charming some other poor soul?”

A chuckle rumbled in his chest, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You do admit you’re a poor soul,” he said in amusement. “But funny you mention that — I was trying to reach you, but it seems someone decided to block my number.”

You crossed your arms, meeting his gaze head-on, “I don’t have to justify myself to you.”

Before Satoru could reply, a low, dangerous voice sliced through the air, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Sukuna’s presence is always an overwhelming one — dark, powerful, and very impossible to ignore. He stepped into view, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly as they flicked from you to Satoru. His sudden appearance even made Satoru’s jaw clench in thinly veiled annoyance.

“Sukuna,” Satoru greeted, his tone light, but there was a sharp edge to it. “Just having a little chat with my fiancee.” He emphasized the last word, as if laying claim to you in front of Sukuna. Oh, if only you know, Satoru, you thought.

Sukuna’s gaze lingered on you for a moment as you stared right back at him, and then his eyes shifted back to Gojo. “Doesn’t look like she’s enjoying it,” he remarked, his voice calm but carrying a subtle challenge.

You know the tension is too tense, and you were caught in the middle of it all. Before you could try to break the ice, Sukuna continued with his tone still calm but now laced with unmistakable authority, “Well, if you’re done, I’d like to have a word with the princess here.” 

His gaze bore into Satoru, making it clear that he wasn’t asking for permission. Satoru's smirk faltered slightly, but he didn’t back down, his posture remaining relaxed, though his eyes betrayed the simmering annoyance beneath.

“Princess, huh?” Satoru’s lips curled into a mocking smile as he looked back at you. “Well, I wouldn’t want to keep you from your royal duties.” His tone was laced with sarcasm, but there was a flicker of something darker in his eyes before he finally stepped back.

“Don’t let me keep you, darling,” Satoru said, his voice deceptively sweet, but the undercurrent of hostility was unmistakable. He brushed past you, his shoulder grazing yours as he left, the brief contact sending a jolt of irritation through your body.

As he walked away, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, your entire body tense from the exchange. Sukuna remained silent beside you, his presence as imposing as ever. You could feel his gaze on you, heavy and unwavering, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes just yet.

Finally, after a long moment of silence, Sukuna spoke, his voice low and with a hint of amusement, “A civil wedding, really? How is that discreet enough?”

You finally looked up, meeting his eyes, searching for any sign of mockery. But what you saw was something else — curiosity, maybe, or perhaps a challenge. As he always has.

"It’s the easiest way to make it legal without drawing too much attention," you replied, trying to sound more confident than you felt. "Besides, it’s quick, and we don’t need an audience."

He tilted his head slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “And here I thought you’d want something grander, with all the bells and whistles,” he teased, but there was an edge to his tone as if he was testing you.

You shook your head, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “We’re not doing this for real, Sukuna. It’s a ruse, remember? The less attention we draw, the better.”

He considered your words, his gaze never leaving yours, as if weighing your resolve. “So you think a quick signature and some paperwork will fool everyone?” he asked, his tone soft but laced with skepticism.

“It’s not about fooling everyone,” you countered, your voice firm. “It’s about keeping things under control until we figure out the next step. This marriage is just the beginning, not the endgame.”

Sukuna’s smirk widened, a glint of amusement flashing in his eyes. “You’re serious about this,” he observed, sounding almost impressed. “I didn’t expect you to be so... committed.” 

You held your ground, refusing to back down despite the proximity. “I’m not naive, Sukuna,” you replied, your voice firm. “I know what I’m getting into.”

He watched you for a long moment, his eyes searching yours as if looking for something hidden beneath the surface. Then, with a slow, deliberate nod, he finally relented. “Alright, princess,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “But you might want to ease up on the seriousness. You’re making this sound more like a business transaction than a scheme.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling the tension in your shoulders beginning to dissipate, just slightly. “That’s because it is a business transaction, Sukuna. And I’m pretty sure you’re not one to shy away from deals.”

He chuckled, the sound rich and dark, and it sent a strange thrill through you. “True enough,” he conceded, stepping closer until there was barely any space between you. “But don’t you think it’s time to relax? We’ve done enough plotting for one night.”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest as you looked up at him. “And how exactly do you propose we do that?”

Sukuna’s smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I have a few ideas,” he said, leaning in slightly. “How about we start with a drink? You look like you could use one.”

You hesitated for a moment, but then nodded, realizing he was right. You could definitely use a drink. “Fine,” you agreed, uncrossing your arms. “But just one.”

Sukuna’s grin was almost predatory as he led you to a secluded corner where a small bar was set up. The bartender looked up as you approached, and Sukuna ordered two drinks without even asking you what you wanted. He seemed to know exactly what you needed—something strong, something that would take the edge off the evening’s events.

When the drinks arrived, Sukuna handed you a glass, and you took it, eyeing the amber liquid inside. You took a cautious sip, the warmth spreading through you almost instantly. It was stronger than you expected, but somehow, it was exactly what you needed.

“To our little charade,” Sukuna said, raising his glass in a mock toast.

You couldn’t help but smirk as you clinked your glass against his. “To whatever the fuck will happen,” you replied, before taking another sip.

The alcohol burned pleasantly as it went down, and you could feel yourself beginning to relax. The tension that had been coiled tight within you all evening was starting to unravel, and you found yourself leaning back against the bar, feeling a little more at ease.

Sukuna watched you closely, his eyes never leaving your face as you drank. “Feeling better?” he asked, his voice low and intimate.

“A little,” you admitted, swirling the liquid in your glass. “But don’t get any ideas. This doesn’t change anything.”

He chuckled again, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “Of course not, princess. But it doesn’t hurt to enjoy the moment, does it?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re stubborn,” he shot back, his tone playful. “It’s a wonder we haven’t killed each other yet.”

“Give it time,” you muttered, though the edge in your voice had softened.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe,” you said, finishing off your drink and setting the glass down on the bar. “But let’s see if you can keep up first.”

Sukuna’s eyes gleamed with amusement as he signaled the bartender for another round. “Oh, I intend to.”

The drinks kept coming, and before you knew it, you were both laughing more easily, the sharp edges of your words softened by the alcohol. The tension that had weighed so heavily on you earlier seemed to melt away, replaced by a surprising sense of camaraderie.

“Tell me,” Sukuna said after a while, leaning closer, his voice conspiratorial. “What was the real reason you chose me for this scheme of yours? Was it because I’m the only one who can handle you?”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Please, don’t flatter yourself. You were just the least annoying option.”

“Least annoying?” he repeated, feigning offense. “I’m hurt, princess.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no malice behind it. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. You know exactly why I chose you—you’re ruthless and cunning, and you don’t get sentimental.”

Sukuna’s gaze intensified, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. “And you think that makes me the perfect partner for this little game of yours?”

You held his gaze, refusing to back down. “It makes you dangerous,” you said quietly. “And that’s exactly what I need. I kind of trust you, too.” It’s the alcohol speaking, is it?

For a moment, the playful banter between you faded, replaced by something heavier, more charged. The air between you crackled with unspoken tension, a challenge hanging in the balance.

Then, with a slow, deliberate smile, Sukuna leaned back, the moment of intensity passing. “Well then, princess,” he said, his tone lightening once more. “Let’s see how dangerous we can really be.”

The night wore on, and the drinks continued to flow, loosening your tongues and blurring the lines between ally and adversary. You found yourself laughing more than you had in a long time, the weight of the world temporarily lifted by the alcohol and Sukuna’s surprising wit.

By the time you realized just how much you’d had to drink, it was too late. The room was spinning slightly, and your movements were less coordinated than they should have been. 

But somehow, it didn’t matter. The knot of anxiety that had been twisting in your stomach all night had finally loosened, replaced by a warm, hazy contentment.

Oh well, might as well enjoy the rest of the night, right?

i lOVE THIS HAHSHSHAHA

sukuna is this bad boy womanizer that claims that he'll never settle down, and then you happen and BAM. he's in your shared kitchen, heating up a bottle for your baby so you can get a bath and a glass of wine

he's like. wait how the fuck did THIS happen?