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mrsackermannx · 4 months
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chef!sukuna who’s still lower in the rank than he wants to be, but so close to being a sous. tonight is his night to do the night’s special dish, finally. he earned this. he knew that if the head chef just let him, he could create the best dish ever served at this damn place.
so, he does just that.
he’s immediately scolded, the dish uses too many ingredients, the head says. too much to prepare. too ambitious. even though he used all of the left over ingredients from the menu’s usuals. 0% waste, 0% additional cost.
sukuna curses, taking a deeper drag of his cigarette. “make sure no table gets that shit,” he hears, with his fists clenching at his sides. ill go to the gym after this, he thinks, yeah, punch the fuck out of that bag.
it turns out that only table 8 has the dish, your table. the server messed up and now they’re crying in the back to the porter because they’ve been fired on the spot. “i told you not to fucking take it! have you never done expo-“
sukuna stalks calmly to the shaking waiter, “show me table eight-“ he sighs, levelling the head chef with a glare, sukuna was much larger, much stronger than him, difference in rank or not. he stood down, stalking down the other side of the kitchen with a huff. “ignore him, i wanna see who’s eating my dish, come on, let’s go.”
a reassuring pat to the shoulder from sukuna was almost enough to make him cry even more. sukuna kind of hated everyone.
“just there, chef. the couple, bedside the pillar on the left…its um…her, chef.” he grins, watching how transfixed the normally gruff man is, “your girl heh heh.”
“shut up,” he says, but he smiles a little.
he watches you, sat opposite some guy you hardly look interested in, you’re beautiful, the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, as always, his eyes are drawn to you, no other woman could compare.
he watches you slice through his dish, the fork at your lips, as soon as it reaches your mouth you make a noise of such rapture, a sudden quiet falls upon the floor of the restaurant.
it’s almost weird how heat rushes low at the sight and the sound, he can’t remember the last time anyone else fired him up like this. he never took himself to have any kind of food fetish, either. yet watching you eat his dishes always seems to be an erotic exchange he never anticipates.
“oh…him? think they’re married?”
“i don’t think so.”
that man seems to hiss at you, eyes on his watch, barely touching his dish. “i wanted pizza downtown, god.”
you shake your hand in dismissal, shoving another forkful in your mouth. “i wanted this, i always want this.”
sukuna let’s out a breathy fuck, and the server practically faints.
no one was immune to sukuna’s charm, then, it seemed.
“oh, fuck, table 7 saw me. fuck, chef ive already been fire-“
“go and give them a reason not to fire you. go, go to your table kid, it’s still yours, right?”
the table beside you seems to have called him over, asking for the same dish you seem to believe has came from heaven, telling anybody who asks.
sukuna can’t help but enjoy the lively affair, as the restaurant manager tries to explain over and over to more and more tables that the chef special has been cancelled. oh, how he loved this little bit of chaos.
“why?” your voice clatters through the cacophony like a piece of silverware on crockery. “this dish is phenomenal, the best ive ever eaten here and in this city, in this country-“
“miss-“
“taste it! can you not taste the hard work? the thought? its the best thing ive ever eaten. the chef who made this has impeccable taste and talent.”
your laughter rings through the place at your partners embarrassment. sukuna is about to pry himself away and head back into the kitchen, leaning on the side of the bar and then…your eyes meet, another forkful is waiting before those glossed lips. another sweet sound of joy rings through the air.
now you see him, huh?
your smile is sweeter than agave, “it’s you.”
your words are lost on everyone around you, but to sukuna he hears them as if you whispered them right against his ear.
sukuna was a tall, broad, and unquestionably handsome man, unmissable out of his chef whites, invisible in them, somehow. obscured by the ambient lighting of the restaurant.
you near him, like a moth to a flame, a sensual air to the way your hips flick toward him. “you-“
the head chef storms through to the restaurant floor, the door slamming you both into the corresponding wall. his large arms wrap around you, his hand cups the back of your head.
he slowly retracts his hand, and your chest rises as you resist the urge to press your cheekbone into his palm, “are you okay?”
his voice is deep and addicting, dark and dripping down your throat.
you’re beaming at him, like he’s an angel, like he’s somebody you already adore. he gifts you a lover’s laugh, “you seem to be the only satisfied person in the building tonight.”
“seems like you’ve satisfied me sir.” you wink, still letting his aura press you into the wall, he cages you in with his arms.
“oh?”
“last thursday. that soup, you made it, didn’t you…?”
“sukuna,” he answers for you, “maybe.”
“seafood special last month?”
“yes, and your name?”
for some reason he’s out of breath, you’re so close, so fancy in your silk dress, clad in jewellery that sparkles even under these dimmed lights. “reader, you…you’re a genius.”
“so you came to thank me personally?” he leans closer, swiping sauce from the corner of your lip. it lingers on his thumb, his eyes chase yours as he licks it. “how sweet of you.”
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xvx-cooldude69-xvx · 5 months
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MALEVOLENT KITCHEN
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javarium · 5 months
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whipped cream apology | r. sukuna
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fights are uncommon between you and your fiancé, but there are times they do happen. you know you’ll never hear a verbal apology come from him, but you know he’s sorry; Sukuna’s apologies always come in the form of gifts, food, or acts of service. this time is no different :3
w — modern au, chef! sukuna (he owns and works in his own restaurant but that’s not elaborated on), itsy bitsy sprinkles of angst bc of a mentioned fight, fluff, this is super duper short haha, food and food descriptions bc I am a woman who loves her food so sue me :3 this is just a random lil fic I wrote in like a day so i won’t be surprised if this flops lmao
[ divider credit to @/inklore ]
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You don’t know how you go to sleep angry, but you do.
Last night had been awful. Maybe you’d blown everything a little out of proportion, maybe not. Your energy hadn’t been so great coming through the front door of your home. You’d just been stalked by a couple of guys that wouldn’t stop leering at you, and to top that off you had an old woman at the register of the store get ugly with you. All you wanted was the nice dinner you know would be awaiting you and to not be bothered for awhile after that.
Problem was, was that Sukuna was also in a bad mood. Someone at the kitchen of his restaurant had put him in a super bad mood by not following orders, and a food critic was to be coming by in a few days. And when you mixed his bad mood with yours, it led to you two going to bed on bad terms.
But now, you’re not even sure that Sukuna had come to bed.
Did that idiot sleep on the couch?
Just as you’re about to get out of bed, you see a note on the nightstand with your name on it. You grab it, unfold it and read: ‘Stay in bed and text me when you’re awake.’
Your sleepy brain goes blank for a moment, but you oblige your fiancé’s request anyway, texting him that you’re awake with a pink heart afterward, hoping he still wasn’t upset with you.
Sukuna’s answer is almost immediate.
Give me a few more minutes and I’ll be upstairs.
But you do need to pee really really bad. You make your bathroom trip as quick as possible and hop back in the bed, miraculously just as Sukuna comes through the door with a large tray of what you smell to be food.
“Morning, baby,” he greets you.
You can see the solemn look on his face, one of upset. He’s still bothered about last night.
“Morning, ‘kuna,” you reply, smiling at him. It seems to partially work, the corner of his mouth quirking up.
You flatten out the blanket as he sets the tray over your legs. Your eyes can’t help but blown open so wide in shock and excitement that you accidentally make them hurt. To your expression and blinking eyes, Sukuna chuckles.
“An apology, for my shitty behavior last night.”
There are several plates of food on the large tray. Perfectly cooked eggs, bacon, sausage; all of your favorite comfort foods all sit before you.
But right in the center is a heaping pile of one inch-thick, fluffy pancakes the size of your head, four stacked atop of another. Butter runs down underneath the sweet maple syrup. Neatly placed around the edges of the plate are bananas and strawberries. And on the very top is a generous pile of whipped cream in a fancy swirl.
You grin at his meticulousness of making such a wonderful plate that’s only just going to get messy.
“Sukuna—”
He scowls. “Don’t even bother me with apologizing back. I don’t wanna hear it. I’m the asshole. You did nothing wrong.”
Love swells in your heart and soul for the man you’re soon to marry. God, you love him.
“You’re sure?”
He tsks. “Positive.”
You smile brightly. “I love you.”
His cheeks and ears go pink. “Just eat.”
“Cheeseball,” you call him, cutting into the pancakes. “But don’t mind if I do.”
“If you can’t eat all of that, I’ll eat the rest.”
“Fuck off, it’s mine.”
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rottiens · 18 days
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More chef Sukuna hcs pls🥺🙏🏻
thanks for asking ^^ this is one of my favorite aus and i will always welcome the opportunity to talk about it hehe
this au is very strongly inspired by the bear and carmy, so sukuna also smokes in this au but he tries to quit because you hate the smoke.
he always takes his smoke breaks before lunch
sukuna, being the head chef and owner of the restaurant, could be quieter and not so involved in the kitchen but he is addicted to work and stress, and being not busy makes him uncomfortable
when you come to visit him on your days off or on your lunch hour to eat together, the other chefs in the kitchen provoke him by telling him that the "boss (*you*) has arrived", he laughs rolling his eyes and takes off his white apron right away to come to you, no matter how busy they are
his specialty is meat and fish
he is very good with knives and chopping
you usually tease him by answering "yes, chef" when he gets intense/very stressed and this always makes him smile
sukuna has his ears pierced as well as his left eyebrow; he would like to pierce his tongue but is afraid that it will ruin his taste somehow
he has the same tattoos here as in canon except for the ones on his face.
sukuna learned to cook from his grandfather, inheriting the restaurant from him.
you meet him at a sushi expo he was invited to by your group of friends but he spent the whole time criticizing the texture of the fish
fun fact: it was hate at first sight with him because you thought he was very picky
he drives a motorcycle
as i said, his love language is cooking for you. he likes it, he enjoys it, even though you like to help, he prefers to be alone in the kitchen and concentrate better, there is nothing you ask him to cook that he wouldn't do or learn for you.
his love language is also biting you
once things got hot in his restaurant kitchen but he held back because the kitchen is a sacred place, and it would be unhygienic to have sex there
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olasketches · 6 months
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you know this is exactly why the conversation between Sukuna and Jogo is one of my favourite moments in jjk. Jogo developed insecurities after his confrontation with Gojo and that encounter weakened his resolve, which in the end made Jogo, this grotesque lava monster, feel like a person.
What I love about this moment is how Sukuna of all people acknowledged Jogo. He reached out and connected to Jogo before his death, which for someone like Sukuna, who believes nobody is his equal, to acknowledge Jogo, was quite beautiful.
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zuzu-draws · 9 months
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If you're still taking requests, how about your fave character(s) doing something fun and mundane (idk if that's the right word) like cooking or clothes shopping, etc.
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Not sure if Sukuna's having fun in that tight apron, but i sure am enjoying the nice view
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telleroftime · 4 months
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The JJK fan book says that Sukuna likes eating and you know what, yeah. His whole cursed technique and domain expansions are just food related things. This man's whole character revolves around kitchens. 'Cut' and 'cleave' abilities, the fire he uses when put against Jogo, his domain expansion literally translating to 'Sukuna’s kitchen' and the mouth imaginary within it. Heck, even the author's notes and little subheadings in the manga play into his kitchen thing: "The kitchen of all deaths is here!!" and "A delicious death begins with a careful preparation." This man is cooking and I say let him cook.
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karlyboyyy · 5 months
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Okay but why did the subtitles translate Malevolent Shrine as Malevolent Kitchen??
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ex-umbra-art · 6 months
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sukugo chef au doodles for the amazing 'cherry blossom' by infiniteteal on AO3 <3
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epickiya722 · 6 months
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It's perfect that Uraume is Sukuna's chef (and bestie). Their ice powers work to keep meat fresh.
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lavenderjewels · 1 year
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[ID: Four cropped pages from Jujutsu Kaisen of Sukuna and Uraume. The first is sukuna looking surprised and saying “oh!” The second is them both standing with the perspective to their backs, looking at an Uraume’s ice formation. Sukuna is saying “Ha Ha! I love this view!” The third is several panels of Sukuna saying “As always, you attend to every detail.” Uraume is looking at Sukuna with an arrow pointing at them labeled “super happy”. The fourth is them laughing together at Yuuji. End ID.]
Something about their relationship as evil cannibal villain and murderous chef is surprisingly cute
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allpromarlo · 2 months
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how long does gege plan to continue this actually
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showinalittlelife · 2 months
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modern au sukume except uraume is sick n sukuna tries making them soup but. obviously he fucks up uraume refuses to be mean so they hold back tears drinking whatever the fuck he made because it sure as hell cannot be soup. but sukuna is so proud of himself he thinks he should open a restaurant
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dollsuguru · 12 days
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ok it’s settled bestie!sukuna is a pastry chef in the fic :3
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captaintrio · 4 months
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need to play smash or pass w sukuna but the choices r getting increasingly strange and fucked and idk whether he'd be elated by it or if his old man brain would short circuit like,
id say "smash or pass glamrock freddy" and hes going into full detail about how he'd remove my brain since i dont wanna use it anymore
this is so funny I can't even come up with a gif to respond to it with, I'm literally begging anyone with art skill and like a philosophy degree to capture the look on that weird old man's face when presented with "smash or pass glamrock freddy"
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