#gordon ramsay

“stop! stop!” he shouts, lifting both of his large arms up. the sleeves of his white chef’s jacket rolls down to his elbows, revealing his tattooed wrists. god, this pink-haired brute surely is delectable… even more so now that he’s fuming. “does everyone have a stick up their ass tonight?!” he says towards the kitchen.

the restaurant stills. no one dares to breathe or go near sukuna. the whirring of the blenders fade out, and the flames are put out from under each pot and pan. “you’re here to cook, not sit on your ass and look pretty! my wife’s here for fuck’s sake!”

then, in the corner of his ruby eyes, he sees a certain brunette, about to slip out the tense room. “ieiri, if you take another step, I’ll throw you out with gojo,” he threatens. in response, she sighs and goes back to her station.

“anyone else wanna act like shitheads?” he glares while crossing his beefy arms—one forearm over the other to really accentuate his large features.

“no, chef!” nanami was first to yell.

“what was that?!” sukuna almost screams. “no, chef!” everyone says in unison. “good, get to cookin’!”

after the whole kerfuffle, he walks on over to your table, near the blue kitchen. “how was your meal?” he asks with a smile—it looks weird on his face, like it’s not supposed to be there, so you laugh in response. “it was good,” you say. “though, it’d be better if the head chef wasn’t yelling so much.”

he sits beside you and the cushion dips under his weight. “well, sweetheart, the head chef needs to yell at the incompetent fools that dare enter.”

you roll your eyes. “y’know, if we ever have kids, you can never yell at them, okay?”

“where’s that coming from?” he stifles a boarish laugh.

you shrug. “just thought of it,” you reply. “I don’t want our kids to think their father is an unforgiving man when he’s actually just strong.”

his cheeks turn a little pink at your sweet words. “okay,” he says and you smile, giving his cheekbone a little peck for agreeing. he turns away for a moment, hoping the cameras don’t capture the moment. unfortunately for him, they do.

🗒️: how many more until this becomes gordon ramsay x reader fics?