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[notdonesimpin]

Sorcery ~r.s.~

ceo!ryomen sukuna x gn!reader

warnings: sukuna in a suit??, fluff

synopsis: [request by @draconic-dumbass​ ] “two unlikely people bound together by what some call fate, but to them, it must be sorcery” OR the reader doesn’t take care of themselves and sukuna has to do it for them.

a/n:  For fic purposes, Sukuna has his own two armed body. I wanted a CEO!AU where curses don’t exist, okay? Sukuna’s just a man who looks great in a suit. The curse aspect isn’t really needed in the way it’s portrayed in the show so i don’t wanna think about it😣 don’t hate me.

The door opens as you peek your head in the hallway to see Sukuna roughly loosen his tie with a huff and unbutton the top of his shirt as he takes off his shoes. 

“Long day?” you ask.

“My assistant cried today if that tells you anything. They overbooked me, and didn’t realize it until this morning.”

Your eyes narrow, “What did you say to the poor thing? She didn’t cry for nothing.”

Sukuna throws his hands up defensively as he walks over to you with a teasing smile, “I didn’t say anything! Though, I wanted to say a lot. I think she got the message when I sent her home.” The last part came out in a mutter, but you heard it well.

You hit him in the chest, “This is why you can’t keep an assistant! You’re too aggressive. I liked that one, too.”

“Well, I had an amazing assistant for years, but they quit when their husband told them to focus on art. My days ran so smoothly, and I had a beautiful sight all hours of the day,” he says, wrapping his arms around you as he continues, “Was I too aggressive with you?”

“You could barely say a sentence around me when we first met, Ryo. Don’t get cocky.”

Before he could say anything else, there was a knock on the door and you moved to answer it.

“It’s just Nao. They’re being my other model for today! I can’t model and draw myself, so I needed an amazing stand-in. How about you rest for a bit and I’ll do Nao’s solo poses and get you when I need you?” you suggested as you opened the door.

“It’s been a while. Good to see you, Y/N. Sukuna,” Nao says, giving Sukuna a wave and you a small hug.

“Nao, don’t fuck up while I’m not there,” Sukuna jokes, turning around to walk towards the bedroom.

“I’ve been doing this longer than you. I think I got it.”

“Don’t take those clothes off! The more wrinkles, the better!” you call after him.

~

You softly shake Sukuna. “Ryo, I need you to model for me now.”

He groans, opening his eyes to see you beaming at him. “It’s not fair, your face makes it hard to say no.”

“Then get up, so I can finish for today!” you urge.

He follows you to the living area with sleepiness still extremely apparent on his face. 

“No wonder you chose him to be your muse for the King of Curses. He’s like The Walking Dead right now,” Nao laughs, earning a glare from Sukuna as you drag him to the spot you want him.

“You still haven’t told me anything about your art show,” Sukuna reminds you. 

“Hands in pockets please…” you gesture to your own pockets when you make the statement and Sukuna lazily complies as you continue talking and telling him what to do. “My theme is Sorcery. Take a step but don't step… There! I wanted to do three bigger panels for my main showcase. They have the King of Curses- AKA you- and the ruler of blessings- aka Nao but Nao is just modeling so I can shade the pose right and put myself in it. Then the middle panel will be them together. Look at the ground. Now, only bring your eyes up the look at me… Perfect! Stay still. Basically it shows two unlikely people bound together by what some call fate, but to them, it must be sorcery.”

~

You yawn, waking up the sound of Sukuna roaming around the penthouse. You check your phone to see the time. 4:36 A.M.

You suddenly find yourself wide awake and decide to get up and work on your rough sketches. 

You go out of your shared room, rubbing your eyes as you adjust to the light and walk to the kitchen.

“Where the hell is my…” Sukuna’s muttering comes to a stop when he sees you sitting at the island, drinking a glass of water as you wait for the coffee pot to get ready.

“Good morning,” you softly say with a yawn.

“Why are you up? Did I wake you?” Sukuna asks, buttoning the cuffs of the shirt and walking over to you.

“I need to work on the rough sketches anyways since my canvases come in today. I’m so behind,” you groan, “What are you looking for?”

“My passport. I swear I grabbed it from home before I came here.”

He watches you tie his tie for him as he tries to recall where it might be.

“It’s definitely at home on the kitchen counter. I saw it before I left. I meant to grab it for you. Sorry, Ryo.”

He tosses his head back in frustration, “Why is this penthouse so inconveniently located. I have to go in the opposite direction of the office and the airport to go home and get it.”

“You’re the one that said my apartment was too small to be my studio.”

“I know.”

“And that I should separate home from work.”

“I know.” He squeezes your cheeks to stop you from talking. “I don’t regret buying this penthouse for your work. You get an ocean view and you have an entire space to do your work. I’d buy you the entire building if you needed it.”

He lets go of your face and you say, “Okay, Mr. CEO. All you had to say was that you love me.”

He chuckles and pours two cups of coffee, handing you one of them. “This business trip is pretty short, so I should be back around afternoon or tomorrow night at the latest.” He checks his watch, “I should go, so I don’t be late with my detour.” 

He grabs his blazer off of the back of the chair, sliding it on as he walks towards the door with you right behind him. He slips his shoes on and turns to you, giving you a soft kiss.

“Be safe. I love you.” you say.

“I love you. Don’t overwork yourself while I’m gone.”

As soon as the door closed, you muttered: Sorry, Ryo. That’s exactly what I’m about to do.

~ 

A few hours later, you get a call from Sukuna and immediately answer.

“How’s the new assistant, Ryo?” you immediately ask.

He paused, glancing at the assistant beside him. “So this was your doing. I can’t say that I’m surprised. This one seems a lot more competent.”

“Don’t run him off. He knows how to run businesses well since he grew up with his father.”

“I got it. Mx. CEO,” he taunts, “How long have you been working?”

You glance at the time on your phone. 10:32A.M.

“Technically five hours but only been diligent for the past four hours. I finished my sketch for the King of Curses panel about an hour ago. So, I’ve just started drawing it on the canvas.”

“So, what I’m hearing is that it’s time to take a break and eat something,” He suggests, but you both know that it was a command. 

“I’m not going to pass out on you again, okay? I can take care of myself.”

“As you’ve proven on multiple occasions, you can’t. I’ve got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.”

“I love you. Make good decisions!” You hang up and get back to work.

You didn’t know how much time had passed or how long you’d been actively moving around and working until your regular Wednesday at 11:30 alarm went off. 

Wait… Wednesday??? You’d only been up for a couple hours. How has an entire day passed without you even realizing it?

At the same time, you received a text from Sukuna: I have to stop by the office before heading to you, so I’ll take you wherever you’d like around one. 

“Shit!” you exclaim, typing back a quick response before rushing around the penthouse to clean and change your clothes.

Sukuna couldn’t know that you haven’t slept in the past 31 hours. 

By the time you cleaned up and got dressed, Sukuna was already at the penthouse, leaning against the kitchen counter and holding a glass of bourbon in his hands.

“Let me see your hands,” he requests.

You stick out your hands, trying to calm them down because both of you knew that you get really bad tremors when you haven’t slept in a while.

“I didn’t think you’d be back so early,” you softly spoke.

“Darling, I texted you. I guess it makes sense that you don’t remember since you responded with a jumble of letters,” he sighs, sticking his hands in his pockets as he shakes his head, “What am I going to do with you?”

“I just got really focused. I’m so close to finishing the King of Curses panel. I started the Ruler of Blessings panel as well… I gotta keep the ball rolling while it’s hot,” you explained.

“That isn’t healthy. How have you been painting? With the way your hands are shaking, you shouldn’t even be able to hold a paintbrush straight.”

“I was focused! And before you say it, I’m not tired, so I’ll just get back to work.”

He looks at you in amusement as you walk away. “Still as stubborn as ever.”

“I’ll stop after I finish the curse panel, okay?”

Before you could even get out of the kitchen, Sukuna had picked you up by your waist and started walking away.

“Ryomen Sukuna! Put me down!” you exclaim, “I told you, my feet stay on the ground!”

He laughs and continues walking, “I told you that if I want to pick you up, I will. If you think you’re heavy, then you’re wrong. You’re like a feather compared to what I lift at the gym, okay?”

You fall silent, letting him carry you all the way to the bathroom. He sits you on the counter and starts running the water for a bath. As you wait for the bath to fill up, he stands in between your legs, bringing his hands up to your face and lightly grazing underneath your eyes.

“They’re puffy…” he looks at you with a hint of sadness, “I understand that the art show is very important to you, but this is the third time in the past few months that I’ve had to physically stop you from overworking yourself. If you don’t take care of yourself, your art will suffer, too.”

“I know. There’s just a lot of big names coming this time. I really want it to be good.”

“It will be because you’re an outstanding artist,” he reassures.

You give him a small thank you as he turns to stop the water and you shed your clothes, getting in and closing your eyes and enjoying the warmth.

“You see how nice hot water feels?” You could hear the teasing in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah. Self-care or whatever.” 

Sukuna begins to wash your body for you, humming a soft tune and lulling you to sleep.  He finishes washing you up and takes you to bed, putting one of his shirts on you and crawling in beside you, letting you wrap yourself around him to steal his warmth.

He softly smiles to himself and gives you a soft kiss on the top of your head as he whispers, “Sweet dreams.”

[notdonesimpin]

Remember ~m.f.~

megumi fushiguro x fem!reader

warnings: angst, death, brief mention of blood

synopsis: “grief, i’ve learned, is really just love. it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. All of the love gathers up in the lump in your chest, the hollow part of your chest, and in the corners of your eyes. Grief is just love with no place to go. can i find my way home?”

a/n: hope you enjoy:)

Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love.

“Megumi. Megumi, wake up,” you softly whispered.

Megumi grumbled, rolling towards the sound of your voice. You softly chuckled and brought your hand up to softly caress his face. 

“We just had a long mission. Sleep some more,” he requested.

“You know I get restless after a mission, besides the clock just struck twelve. It’s officially my birthday.”

“Can we celebrate in about nine hours?”

This entire time he’s talked to you with his eyes closed, hoping that you’d give up and just join him in the bed, but he knows you’re just as stubborn as him.

“What’s in it for me?” You smiled to yourself and pinched his cheek just to see the quick grimace on his face.

“A kiss and a happy boyfriend.”

After a few seconds of silence you spoke up, “You drive a hard bargain, but I want to stargaze until the sun goes up.” You started poking his cheek. “Are you really going to say no to my one birthday wish?”

“Stop poking me, and it doesn’t count as a birthday wish because you do it every year with Gojo-sensei and me.”

“Open your eyes.”

“I’ll consider it if you stop poking me,” he sighed.

“I’ll stop when you open your eyes.”

You could see the small pout that he made at your statement. Honestly, to anyone around you, it’s a miracle that the two of you were even still together. You were carbon copies of each other- too stubborn to back down from your own point of view.

Somehow it worked for the two of you, so no one ever questioned it.

“You’re not going to skip like last year, right?”

His heart ached at the sound of your voice.

It’s all the love you want to give but cannot.

His eyes open to meet an empty room. He brought his hand up to his cheek, still feeling the ghostly warmth of your touch.

He hadn’t had a dream that real since the weeks right after your death. Maybe it was because it was your birthday and he wanted to feel closer to you.

Maybe it’s because he finally was able to face your parents last week.

He picked up his phone to see the time. 12:34 AM. He paused at the picture of you on his lock screen. He was asleep in one of the lounge chairs in the common room with you on his lap. His arms were loosely wrapped around you with his face nuzzled into your neck as you were reading a book.

Megumi will never tell Gojo that he appreciates the sneaky photo Gojo took of you two.

He rubs his eyes, getting up to clear his head.`

After a while he finds himself walking towards your favorite tree and notices Gojo sitting there, looking up at the stars.

“I figured you wouldn’t show up,” Gojo speaks up as Megumi sits down beside him and leans against the tree.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Or it’s because you’re used to her barging in your room every year just to drag you out here.”

Megumi smiled to himself and mutters, “Maybe a little of both.”

They fell silent, thinking of their own memories with you.

All of the unspent love gathers up in the lump in your throat,... 

After a few minutes, Megumi spoke up, “Last year, we had a really big fight. In the six years we’ve known each other, that was the first serious fight we’d ever had.”

Gojo is a little surprised to see Megumi bring up his feelings without a little coercion, but he knows that talking about you always makes him a little more vulnerable.

Megumi brings his legs up to his chest as a few tears start to fall down his face. “She’d been doing a lot of things with Inumaki since they were getting close to graduating. At the time, I thought that she was going to leave me for him. We’d been kind of distant with each other for a few weeks. She came to my room at 12 in the morning like she always does on her birthday. I didn’t know how to tell her that I missed her, so I said a whole bunch of nasty things that I didn’t even mean. I knew I was hurting her, so I kept my back facing her so I wouldn’t see her pain. I think the breaking point was me telling her that she should ask Inumaki to come look at these stupid ass stars because I was done. That entire time, she didn’t say anything. She just let me go on my rant and walked out quietly. I don’t think we ever got over the things I said. I spent her last birthday being jealous and ignoring her. She probably hated me.”

Gojo spoke up, “I don’t think she could ever hate you. Yes, she was upset, but she blamed herself a lot more than you. I don’t think she knew what to say to you or how to say it.”

Megumi's mind goes elsewhere as Gojo begins to hum your favorite song.

...the hollow part of your chest,...

“Y/N, can we talk?”

You looked up from your food, pausing the conversation with Maki, Panda, and Inumaki to meet the tired eyes of Megumi. He’d ignored your texts and calls for the past week and avoided you as much as he could, so seeing him come up to you first was kind of a shock.

“If this is about the other night, then it’s okay,” you give him a soft smile.

“The things I said to you… There’s no excuse.”

“Megumi, drop it. Yes, some of the things you said upset me, but I’m okay. If I can handle a curse, then I can handle a few harsh words, okay?”

“Are we okay?”

You get up out of your seat and close the distance between the two of you. You tugged him down by his collar a little bit and gave him a quick kiss.

“We’d be even better if you didn’t grow so much in the past year,” you tease.

He softly smiles at you, leaning over to give you another quick kiss. “You’re way too good to me,” he mutters, “You should be mad at me. You shouldn’t even want me anymore.”

“I’m always going to want you.”

...and in the corners of your eyes.

When he closes his eyes, he can hear the faint whisper of your voice, blending in with the soft rustle of the leaves.

“Megumi, why are you crying?” Gojo asks.

Megumi looks at him confused until he feels a tear drop onto his hand. He frantically tries to wipe his tears away but they just keep falling and flowing down just like the blood that seeped out of your body until you took your last breath.

Grief is just love with no place to go. 

“I didn’t tell her how much I loved her or how much she meant to me.” He cradles his arms like you were still in them, remembering the look on your face as he held you as he continues, “I just held her and watched her without saying a word. I didn’t even say goodbye.”

Gojo rests a hand on Megumi’s shoulder, giving him a warm smile. “She knows. She always had you figured out,” Gojo successfully lightens the mood and earns a small laugh from Megumi.

“Yeah, she did,” he sniffled, “She probably would have laughed at me and said that I sound like I’m the one dying. I wish I could have been strong enough to save her.”

Gojo stands up, shoving his hands into his pockets and turns to walk back inside as he says, “Remember that feeling you had when you held her for the last time. Remember it well. That pain. That anger. Remember it and save the next one. Get stronger for her.”

Can I find my way home?

[notdonesimpin]

It’s Just Business ~r.s.~

ceo!sukuna x ceo!reader

warnings: ok this is just pure fucking angst. brain rot angst and manipulation

synopsis: it was never love, it was just business as usual. [CEO!AU]

warnings: uhm so i had a ceo!sukuna brain rot again. and i wanted the complete asshole of sukuna in an angst piece. and that’s how this was formed. curses don’t exist in this au. hope you enjoy :)

“Is he in today?” you ask the secretary at the desk in a rushed manner.

He looks up at you in confusion, “Yes, but he said he didn’t want to be bothered.”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you’d rushed past the desk and onto the elevator, hitting the top floor button.

The ride was quiet except for the impatient tapping of your foot and the loud ding as it passed each floor. 

As soon as the doors opened, you rushed out of the elevator and made your way into Sukuna’s office. He barely glanced up from his paperwork as you barged in. 

“What are you doing here?” The annoyance in his voice is apparent, but you don’t care.

You drop the papers onto his desk and say, “What the hell is this?”

He sighed, setting down his pen to look at the papers you brought.

He looks up at you with a blank face, “They’re divorce papers. Why are you bringing this foolishness to work?”

“Foolishness?” you scoff, “I wouldn’t have to come here if you would just answer your phone. I’ve been calling you for days.”

“I know,” he leans back in his chair, “It’s quite annoying.”

Your eyes widened at his statement. “Annoying? It can’t be more annoying than having divorce papers sent to you by your husband’s assistant without explanation.”

He tilted his head as his eyes narrowed and he leaned forward, almost intrigued by your statement. “You didn’t see this coming?” 

The words leave his lips with a hint of a laugh behind them. He gets up from his chair, buttoning his suit jacket as he looks out the window with a hint of a smirk on his face. “I guess I am pretty good at acting,” he murmurs and continues, “Let me paint the big picture for you. We started dating two years ago and got married last year. You gave me ownership of your company, let our companies merge, and elected me to be chairman whilst you took over the CEO position- all of this happening in the past six months. Now, I’m filing for divorce. What do you think all of that means?”

The office was silent for a moment as you thought about everything he said. Then, it all clicked.

“I was just a means to an end… You just wanted my company,” you say in disbelief as the tears start welling in your eyes.

“Your company was doing great and so was mine. As one, we can make billions. I’ll be filty fucking rich.” he exclaims, turning to face you.

“All this time, I thought you actually cared about me. All the things you told me… that were all lies? Are you satisfied now that you took my company and broke me?”

He rolls his eyes, “You were broken to begin with. That’s what got you into this mess.” 

He stalked over to you as if you were prey and you found yourself frozen in place as he gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Your last boyfriend told you that you’re too controlling. He told you that you’re unlovable and undesirable because of that. You wanted to prove him wrong so bad. You wanted someone to touch you and say things that made you feel like they loved you. That’s all I did. You just took that bait.”

You were silent as the tears fell down your cheeks. He let go of your chin and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the edge of the desk, watching you try to form a sentence.

You could tell he was bored with this conversation. Bored with you. Every word he spoke was poison to your soul.

“You told me that you will be there for me forever and that I was the first person to ever make you feel this way. You said that my ex was stupid to me go of me.” Your voice was small. Broken. You felt like an animal in the den of a boa constrictor.

“You know what? I was lying. You never really meant anything to me. You’re broken, you’re beyond fixing, you’re not something I want to take the time to handle. Simple as that.”

“You’re such a fucking ass.”

“I’m not a complete monster. I am letting you keep your job. I know how much you love your former company and this company. I can’t let my best business partner go.”

He sighs, taking out his extra handkerchief from his jacket and handing it to you. “Clean your face up, sign the papers, take the day off, and you better keep it professional at the meeting tomorrow.”

You silently accept the handkerchief and walk over to his desk, grabbing a pen off the desk and signing each of the pages. On the sticky note, you write fuck you and slam the pen down along with the handkerchief. 

“Very classy,” he chuckles, watching you walk towards the door. As soon as you had the door opened, you paused when his voice rang out once again. “No hard feelings, Y/N. It’s just business.”