#soft suguru

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Fettuccine and Love

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Synopsis: While you’re tucked away studying for your Master’s exams, Suguru and your five-year-old son spend the evening in the kitchen, determined to surprise you with a warm, homemade dinner and even warmer love. Author's note: This fic is pure fluff ; a soft little piece that helped me breathe through my writer’s block 💛 I’m so thankful to the two TikTok creators who inspired it; their sweet domestic content reminded me why I love writing.

“Alright, Hikari,” Suguru says softly, crouching so he’s eye-level with the little boy standing in front of the open pantry. “What would you like to make for Mama tonight?”

His son taps a finger to his chin, mimicking Suguru’s own thinking face. Then his expression lights up, bright as sunlight.

“Pasta,” he declares. “Mama loves pasta.”

Suguru smiles, warm and helpless. “Pasta it is. What kind?”

“...The swirly ones,” his son says, spinning his finger like a corkscrew.

He goes into the pantry and searches through the shelves, fingers trailing over boxes and jars. There’s no fusilli; but right there in front of him is a box of fettuccine. Close enough.

He grabs it and returns to the countertop, holding it up for Hikari with a small smile. “Think Mama will like this one?”

Hikari nods eagerly, dark eyes bright. “She’s gonna love it.”

His son gives him a whimsical look, and Suguru tilts his head in question. Hikari points at him meaningfully, then twirls a finger in the air, motioning for him to tie back his backlength dark locs.

Suguru chuckles, fishing a hair tie from his pocket. In one practiced swoop, he gathers his hair into a loose bun.

“We don’t wanna get hair in Mama’s meal, ‘Tou-chan,” Hikari says solemnly.

“Yes, buddy.” Suguru smiles. “What’s the next thing we gotta do?”

Hikari bursts into a little dance, rubbing his fingers together like an old cartoon villain. “First, we gotta wash our hands!”

Suguru laughs, scooping him up onto a small chair and helping him wash his small hands at the kitchen sink.

Soon the kitchen fills with life. The small chair he dragged to the counter creaks under his weight as he perches there like a determined little bird, watching Suguru chop garlic and halve cherry tomatoes. Suguru slides the cutting board closer. “Want to sprinkle the salt for me?”

His son nods seriously, pinching too much and scattering it like confetti. Suguru just chuckles. He lets him toss the tomatoes in olive oil with his hands, the way he always wants to do, and together they slide the tray into the oven.

Butter melts in a pan, garlic hissing softly as it hits the heat. Cream follows, and parmesan, and the smell blooms, rich and cozy, warm enough to soften every sharp edge of the day.

His boy stirs with both hands on the wooden spoon while Suguru steadies the pot, murmuring, “Gentle, gentle,” when it splashes. Parmesan dusts the counter like snow. It’s messy, chaotic, and absolutely perfect.

Every few minutes, Hikari glances at the stairs, eyes wide with excitement, as though expecting you to appear and catch them in the act. His small legs kick against the chair rung while he stirs the cream sauce with both hands on the spoon, face set in fierce concentration.

“Mama’s gonna be so surprised,” he whispers, like it’s a magic spell. Then his eyes go round, thoughtful. “Can we have some garlic bread too?”

Suguru pauses, warmth blooming in his chest until it almost aches.

“Yes, buddy.” He ruffles Hikari’s wild hair, which sticks up even worse under his hand. “You know your mama so well.”

Hikari beams like he’s just been entrusted with a royal mission.

Suguru lifts him onto the counter while he pulls out a loaf of bread. Together they mash softened butter with crushed garlic, parsley, and a snowfall of parmesan, Hikari’s little hands clumsy but determined as he pushes the spoon through it.

“Spread it all the way to the corners,” Suguru says gently, guiding his hands, “so it gets golden everywhere.”

Hikari nods seriously, tongue poking out, and smears a heroic amount of butter over the slices. There’s more on his cheek than the bread, but Suguru just smiles.

Once they slide the tray into the oven, the smell of garlic and herbs begins to wrap around the kitchen like a hug.

“Papa…” Hikari tugs on his sleeve, whispering like he’s asking for state secrets. “Can I try some? With the sauce?”

Suguru glances at the bubbling pan, then at Hikari’s hopeful eyes. “Alright,” he says softly, breaking off the tiniest end piece from the bread cooling on the stove.

He dips it into the cream sauce, steam curling up between them, and blows on it until it’s safe. Hikari accepts it like a sacred offering, then closes his eyes as he chews, shoulders relaxing in bliss.

“Mmm.” He sighs, small and happy. “It’s so tasty. Mama’s gonna love it."

Suguru watches him, this bright, beautiful little soul born from their love, and thinks, She deserves to see this. She deserves to know how loved she is.

He rests his hand on Hikari’s back, warm and steady. “She will, buddy,” he murmurs. “She really will.”

The fettuccine is silky and steaming when he twirls it onto plates, topped with golden tomatoes and fresh basil. Just as he sets the table, he hears your footsteps creak on the stairs.

“Ready to surprise Mama?” he whispers.

His son nods, practically vibrating. “Ready.”

The smell hits you first: garlic, butter, roasted tomatoes, and for a moment, you wonder if you’ve fallen asleep on your notes and started dreaming.

But when you reach the bottom of the stairs, it’s real.

The kitchen looks like a battlefield, cream on the counters, parmesan scattered, spoons in the sink, but in the middle of it stand your two favorite people. Suguru’s tall frame folded slightly toward your son, one large hand resting on his small shoulder, both of them beaming at you like they’ve hung the stars.

“Hi, Mama!!” your son yells, grinning so wide his eyes scrunch.

Suguru’s gaze meets yours, slow and soft. “Dinner’s ready,” he says, voice warm enough to melt you where you stand.

Your heart aches. After hours of dense chapters and endless flashcards, you hadn’t expected anything except maybe cold coffee and maybe a bagel, and here they are, flushed with effort, faces glowing, a table set just for you.

The first bite makes your eyes flutter shut: creamy fettuccine, sweet bursts of roasted tomato, and buttery garlic bread on the side. Your son kicks his legs under the table, watching you with barely contained excitement, while Suguru keeps stealing glances at you like he’s trying to memorize your smile.

You pick up a slice of garlic bread and take a big bite. Your eyes close again as the rich garlic flavor washes through you. “Mmmm…”

You dip the edge into the pasta sauce, and the burst of flavor makes you let out a soft, involuntary moan. “It’s delicious.”

“We made it just for you,” Hikari says in a sing-song tone, beaming.

You ruffle his hair, then lift your gaze to your husband, giving him a long, intense stare, your heart pounding like it might burst from the sheer overload of love.

Later, your son falls asleep on the couch mid–cartoon credits, small chest rising and falling under a blanket.

You and Suguru stand close at the sink, washing dishes in a quiet lamplight, shoulders brushing with every move. He dries the plate you pass him, then reaches out to tuck a damp strand of hair behind your ear.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your temple that smells faintly of garlic and soap. “Always, love,” he murmurs.

And you realize this, his hand brushing yours, your boy safe and full in the next room, the warmth of love wrapped around you like steam, is what home was always meant to feel like.

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[peppertoastuniverse]

pep reads: geto suguru – long fics

But dang, i didnt realise we were all so thirsty for geto the brainrot is so real

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☆ as we walk by cerialilith [AO3] [status: unknown ◦ 29/? chapters] [singledad!geto] [slow burn] [eventual smut!] [nocurses!AU] #sweet, softest sugu

He only loves two things in life: the scent of coffee and his daughter. But perhaps he can make a few adjustments.

— In which the single mother across the hall manages to catch Geto’s eye without him realizing it.

☆Temptations by @peachsayshi [AO3/tumblr] [status: ongoing ◦ 5/6 chapters] [ smut!] [nocurses!AU] #sugu treats you RIGHT #pep MELTED Suguru Geto is a playboy. A man who's had more lovers than he can even count. You've never been in a relationship, not even experiencing a real kiss when you first meet Suguru. But the two of you fall for each other, and you know that he's the one you want to experience all your firsts with.

☆ Breathe Me In by lovelied [AO3] [status: completed ◦ 5/5 chapters] [smut!] #pep love this characterization of Suguru Desperate for distraction, a troubled Suguru Geto began inviting you over each night. It began as a casual arrangement, but over time, you found yourself yearning for him in ways you couldn’t quite explain.

☆The good morrow by @temozarela [AO3/tumblr] [status: ongoing? ◦ 2/? Collection of fics] [smut!] #pep’s comfort fic

You narrowed your eyebrows as you felt your body being jolted, large hands gripping your face, and then your shoulders. Groaning softly, you turned in your sleep, trying to make sense of the voice fading in and out of your brain. It didn’t sound like it was from your dream… It was hushed… low… soft…

It sounded like your name.

aka.

geto finds you after his defection to say goodbye

☆ Mascara by softsellars [AO3] [status: unknown ◦ 5/7 chapters] [smut!] [tw!cheating] [nocurses!AU] [artist!suguru] #complex reader, patient sugu

You've never been a particularly good person, you're self-aware enough to know it. It's your only flaw, and recently you've actually been working to better yourself.

For example: paying for a 30-dollar Uber so you can take your friend home only for her to ditch you for some guy when it comes down to it. Although you’re pissed, you decide to try and make the best of it instead of get into a screaming match with her.

It's an easy thing to do when Getou Suguru is offering you everything to do just that. Everything a party entails: liquor, weed, and sex with a perfect stranger.

And Getou knows perfectly well you have a boyfriend, so it's not like he'll want anything serious.

***Porn with a little plot

☆ Whisper of the Petals by @nanamis-baker [tumblr!] [status: on going ◦ 2/? chapters] [slow burn] [College!AU] #SO SO SWEET #sugu with dumb feelings

A mystery blooms on your doorstep. A breathtaking bouquet of white flowers, a silent whisper of apology... but it's not for you. Delivered under the name of a man so handsome he takes your breath away, the mix-up sets your heart racing.

Fate seems determined to keep throwing you together, and soon you're caught in a whirlwind of chance encounters and undeniable chemistry. It was almost as if it was trying to bring you together. ☆ AFFECTION'S EDGE by @rush-the-stars [AO3/tumblr] [status: completed ◦ 3/3 chapters] [omega!verse] #THE INTENSITY?!

“You’ve got it all wrong,” he murmurs, “but what am I to expect from a stray like you? You’ve lived off scraps and abuse your whole life; of course you don’t know what to do now that I’ve given you food and shelter.” Suguru’s fingers ease up towards your neck as he continues, “a warm bed to lie in. Toys to play with. A collar—so you’ll never be lost again. No one’s ever given you this before, hm?”

*** Suguru tries to tame you.

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bonus!

☆ Musubi by Penrose_Quinn [AO3] [status: unknown ◦ 2/? chapters] #LOVE THE CHEMISTRY

Then there was a quiet shrewdness in the way he carried himself. You would call it cocky, but this one proved to be more poised and collected on how things would unfold for him. Framed with the anchor of his composure, legs stretched out in front of him but not overly laid-back, and his mind – whatever unfathomable brilliance that dwelt underneath – was unperturbed, self-assured. You wouldn’t claim to have known him entirely though like this, Suguru looked more like himself. “But you won’t disappear,” he concluded. “Not yet anyway.” You gave in to a hum. “You’re really making it tempting for me to leave you hanging on nothing.” Suguru listened, waiting. His pursuit was a game of patience and you chased after the gamble.

Or: the string of each encounter was an entanglement to what brought you closer to him, twisted in each other’s darkness, torn and tied back together throughout the years.

[lady-arcane]

—The Weight of Protection—

Love is a tricky thing.

It’s supposed to be soft, gentle. It’s supposed to be the warmth of a hand on your cheek, the quiet assurance that someone is watching over you. But sometimes, love is a cage. Sometimes, it is hands gripping too tightly, pulling you back from the ledge before you’ve even had a chance to decide if you want to jump.

Suguru Geto loves like that. Like a force of nature. Like inevitability.

He has always been protective—of Satoru, of his classmates, of you. Maybe too much. Maybe in ways that feel suffocating, but never quite enough to make you pull away. Because how could you? How could you resent someone who looks at you like you are the last pure thing in a world that is constantly trying to ruin itself?

He doesn’t just want to keep you safe. He wants to keep you untouched.

And that is where things begin to crack.

-----

“You don’t need to come,” you tell him once, tugging at the sleeve of his uniform as he moves toward the door.

Suguru doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even hesitate. “I’m coming.”

You sigh, because of course he is.

The mission isn’t even that dangerous—just a low-grade curse outside of town, something you could handle on your own. But Suguru doesn’t care about classifications. Doesn’t care that you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself.

He has already made his decision.

So you walk together, side by side, his presence a quiet thing that presses against your ribs, a reminder that he is always watching. Always keeping you within arm’s reach.

And you wonder if he even notices. If he even realizes how often he places himself between you and the world, how often he moves first, reacts first, takes the blow before you even realize there’s danger.

It is not nQ&Aormal, this level of devotion. It is not sustainable.

But he does it anyway.

And you let him.

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The first time you argue about it, it’s not even about you. It’s about Satoru. About their shared burden, about the weight of being strong in a world that expects them to bear the impossible.

“You can’t save everyone,” you tell him.

Suguru’s expression is unreadable. He is good at that—keeping his emotions folded neatly inside himself, like pressed sheets that will only unravel when no one is looking.

“You say that like I don’t already know.”

“Do you?” You step closer, searching his face. “Because it doesn’t seem like it. It seems like you’re still trying to hold everything together by yourself."

He looks at you then, really looks at you.

“You don’t understand,” he says quietly. “I have to.”

And you realize, with a sudden, awful clarity, that this is not just about protecting you.

That this is not just about keeping you safe.

This is about him. About the guilt curdling inside his chest, the way he still hears the voices of the people he couldn’t save.

He is trying to make up for something.

And you don’t know if he ever will.

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Suguru doesn’t sleep much.

You notice it in the way he carries himself, in the way his hands shake when he thinks no one is looking. He still smiles, still jokes, still acts like the same boy you’ve always known. But something is different.

Something is breaking.

“I can take care of myself,” you tell him one night, voice barely above a whisper.

He is sitting on the edge of the bed, hands folded between his knees, eyes trained on the floor.

“I know.”

“Then why—”

“Because I need to.”

It is not an answer. Not really. But it is all he gives you.

And you think: This is not protection. This is fear disguised as love.

You don’t know how to fix it.

So you let him stay.

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It happens gradually, then all at once.

The world tilts, the ground shifts, and Suguru is no longer the boy who laughed with you under the stars, who stole bites of your food when you weren’t looking, who stood too close but never close enough.

He is something else now.

Something colder.

You see it in his eyes, in the way his fingers tighten around the edge of his sleeve, in the way he looks at the world as if it has already disappointed him.

“You’re scaring me,” you whisper one day, after everything. After Riko, after the silence, after the distance that has grown between you like a chasm too wide to cross.

Suguru exhales slowly, tilts his head, considers you. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me.”

“Then stop giving me a reason to be.”

And for the first time, he hesitates. Just for a second. Just long enough for you to wonder if there is still a part of him left that wants to stay.

But then he says, “I can’t.”

And that is the end of it.

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There is a version of this story where Suguru does not leave. Where he stays, where he listens, where he does not let the weight of the world crush him beyond recognition.

But that is not this version.

This version ends with his back turned, with your fingers curling into your palms as you watch him walk away,

with the realization that no matter how much he loved you, no matter how fiercely he tried to keep you safe—

Some things cannot be saved.

Not even by him.

Not even by love.

And the cruelest part?

You understand.

You understand why.

And it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

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[satoruswifeyyyy]

𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 (𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙤 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

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suguru has a family, non curse!au, happy family, suguru's baby pictures, established relationship.

meeting suguru’s family for the first time was supposed to be intimidating. you had heard so much about them—his mother’s warm but sharp wit, his father’s quiet but intense presence, and his younger twin sisters- nanako and mimiko-who, according to suguru, were “born solely to make his life a living hell.” but nothing could have prepared you for the sheer chaos that unfolded the moment you walked through the door.

“there they are!” his mom greeted enthusiastically, pulling you into a hug before you could even step out of your shoes. “suguru didn’t exaggerate. you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

“mom.” suguru groaned behind you, his cheeks already turning red. “don’t scare her.”

“oh, hush,” she said, swatting at him. “she’s part of the family now. isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

you smiled, already feeling at ease. “depends on if you’re ice cream for serving dessert.”

his mom threw her head back laughing. “oh, i like her. suguru, you’re keeping this one.”

“she’s not a stray dog, mom,” suguru muttered, guiding you further into the house. “can we not make this weird within the first five minutes?”

“weird? we still have a long way to go! she still hasn't seen your baby photos."one of his sisters- probably mimiko-chimed in, grinning from ear to ear as she leaned against the wall. identical to her twin, she had the same sharp cheekbones as suguru but a mischievous glint in her eyes that promised trouble.

“oh, so we’re doing this already?” suguru sighed, dragging a hand down his face as the other twin appeared with a photo album. “you could’ve at least waited until after dinner.”

“nope,” she said, flipping open the album and holding it up for you to see. “look at this masterpiece. he looks like a baby coconut.”

you leaned in, trying not to burst into laughter at the sight of a tiny suguru with the most unfortunate bowl cut and an expression of pure betrayal. “i didn’t know i was dating a 90s boyband reject,” you teased, nudging him playfully. “why didn’t you warn me?”

“because i thought we agreed never to speak of this,” suguru grumbled, glaring at his sisters who were now cackling like hyenas. “you’re both evil.”

“evil? us?” one of them said innocently, batting her lashes. “we’re just preserving memories, nii-chan.”

his dad entered the room then, calm and composed, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching upward in amusement. “they’ve been planning this since we heard you were coming over,” he said, offering you a handshake. “welcome to the madness. i’m surprised you’ve lasted this long with suguru.”

“hey!” suguru protested, but you squeezed his hand reassuringly.

“oh, i have my ways,” you said with a grin. “besides, he’s not too bad when he’s asleep.”

the whole family burst into laughter, and suguru groaned, burying his face in your shoulder. “why are you like this?”

“because you love me,” you said sweetly, patting his cheek.

“tragically,” he mumbled, though you didn’t miss the soft smile tugging at his lips.

dinner was no less eventful. the twins kept swapping stories of suguru’s most embarrassing moments, from the time he got stuck in a tree trying to rescue a stray cat to his middle school crush on his science teacher. his mom kept piling food onto your plate, insisting you try everything, while his dad subtly interrogated you about your future plans in the kindest way possible. suguru, meanwhile, alternated between sulking and glaring at his sisters, though he never let go of your hand under the table.

“so, how did you two meet?” his mom asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

“she insulted my taste in beverages,” suguru replied dryly. “to be fair, he was drinking something called ‘zesty platypus fizz,’” you said, grinning. “it tasted like someone carbonated a lemonade stand, added a hint of burnt toast, and then whispered the word "pineapple" over it for flavor.”

“and yet, here we are,” suguru said, squeezing your hand. “clearly, you were impressed by my charm.”

“or maybe i felt bad for you,” you teased, earning a round of laughter from everyone.

after dinner, his mom insisted on showing you more childhood photos, this time with suguru’s reluctant help. “you might as well see the whole album,” he said, flipping through pages of birthdays, vacations, and random candid shots. “just get it over with.”

“oh, look at this one!” his mom exclaimed, pointing at a picture of toddler suguru covered in cake. “he cried because we wouldn’t let him eat the candles.”

“i was two,” suguru said defensively, though his ears turned red.

you leaned into his side, smiling. “you were a cute kid.”

“i’m still cute,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“debatable,” you replied, earning a mock-offended gasp.

as the night wound down, you found yourself sitting on the couch with nanako, a fluffy white cat curled up in her lap. suguru’s mom brought out ice cream for dessert, his dad offered you tea, and the twins were still teasing suguru.

“you’re part of the family now,” his mom said warmly, placing a hand on yours. “and if suguru ever gives you trouble, you let me know. i’ll straighten him out.”

“trust me, she doesn’t need help with that,” suguru said, sitting beside you and resting his chin on your shoulder. “she’s scary enough on her own.”

“scary?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “i’m the one dating you.”

“and you’re doing a fantastic job,” he said, kissing your cheek. “just don’t get too comfortable. they’re only being nice because it’s your first visit.”

“great,” you said, laughing. “can’t wait to see what the second visit’s like.”

as chaotic and overwhelming as it was, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of belonging. suguru’s family was loud, loving, and a little eccentric, but they welcomed you with open arms. and when suguru leaned in to whisper, “thanks for putting up with all this,” you just smiled and kissed his cheek.

“i like them,” you said simply. “they explain a lot about you.”

“oh, shut up,” he muttered, but his smile said he didn’t mind.

A/N: i love writing these cutesy drabbles after writing the depressing pregnancy smaus for sooo long 😭

[massivelyanerd]

Thinking about cat-mom Suguru who ✨SPOILS✨ his cat. I’m talking the expensive fancy food. Supplements. Fish oil. Homemade treats with fresh ingredients. Water fountain. The whole nine yards.

Cat-mom Suguru who goes all out on his cat’s birthday with a full and nutritious homemade meal.

Cat-mom Suguru who bought a giant cat tree, a window perch, toys galore, and has several cozy little beds set up around his apartment like up on the refrigerator, on top of the bookcase, etc.

Cat-mom Suguru who lets his cat out onto the balcony when the weather is nice, complete with a little cat hammock, an extra water fountain, and another bed on top of the washer.

Cat-mom Suguru who started growing cat grass in a shallow square box during the spring and summer for his cat to lay in or chomp on.

Cat-mom Suguru whose phone background is of his cat doing something adorable and silly. Who has a photo album dedicated to his cat.

Cat-mom Suguru who snuggles with his cat at bedtime and in the morning. Who loves waking up to purring and kneading on his chest. Who loves those sandpapery kisses to his nose.

Cat-mom Suguru who returns the love, scooping his cat into his arms like a plushie and rolling over, showering the cat’s face in kisses of his own.

Cat-mom Suguru who comforts his cat when it’s cowering from the vacuum.

Cat-mom Suguru who affectionately calls his cat a “little shit” when it steals his hair ties. When it gets the zoomies at 2 am. When it knocks over a cup of pens. When it scavenges the hamper on the hunt for socks. When it cries for food like it hasn’t been fed in days.

Cat-mom Suguru~

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