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WHO DECIDED TO GATEKEEP THIS.

credit: haekz (ig) I WAS TOLD THIS BY A COMMENT!!

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now he's the kitten😆

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“What do you think your love language is, Ryo?” you asked, your fingers gently massaging his neck and running through his hair as the two of you drove aimlessly through the quiet night.

He sighed contentedly under your touch, clearly enjoying it more than he’d ever admit. After a moment, he smirked, his eyes still focused on the road.

“I don’t know,” he said casually, “Japanese.”

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Lying To Yourself If You Think We’re Fine - G. S.

✧.* content warning: angst (like usual)

✧.* w/c : 935

✧.* n/a : this is the shit I think about at 1am fr, inspired by moms sabrina

✧.* tagline : @sugurus-thoughts ;

“You’re confused and I’m upset.”

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It all started with Gojo Satoru’s signature charm, the kind that made it easy to ignore the red flags waving in the distance.

He wasn’t the most emotionally intuitive person — that much was clear from the beginning.

“I know you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed.”

It was part of his charm, you’d tell yourself. His carefree attitude, his inability to take anything too seriously. It kept him lighthearted when the world was unbearably heavy, and for a while, you appreciated it.

But over time, that same obliviousness that drew you in started to wear on you. You’d pour your heart out, trying to reach him, and he’d respond with a distracted smile or a half-hearted, “What? Sorry, I wasn’t listening.”

We had sex, I met your best friends.

It had started out as fun, lighthearted and easy. Gojo had introduced you to his world with no hesitation.

“Geto, Shoko—meet my new favorite person,” he’d said, grinning as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

Geto had raised an eyebrow, but there was a smile tugging at his lips. “Satoru’s favorite person? That’s quite the title.”

You’d laughed, trying to ignore the warmth spreading across your cheeks. For a while, being with Gojo felt like you were part of something bigger.

But as much as you tried to believe in his sincerity, there was always a nagging doubt in the back of your mind.

I don’t hear a word ’til your guilt creeps in.

And then, the pattern began.

When things got too close, too real, he pulled away. It would start with a missed text, a canceled plan. Then days would stretch into weeks, the silence between you growing heavier with every passing moment.

Until finally, his guilt would pull him back.

“Hey,” he’d text, the word so soft, so casual, like he hadn’t left you hanging on the edge of uncertainty. And like clockwork, you’d let him back in.

We were going right, then you took a left.

Left me with a lot of shit to second guess.

You tried to tell yourself it was normal, that relationships weren’t always perfect. But every time things felt stable, he’d throw you off balance again.

One day he was all in — laughing with you, holding you like you were his entire world. The next, he was cold, distant, unreachable.

“Do you even want this?” you’d asked him one night, your voice barely above a whisper.

His response had been a shrug, followed by a deflective joke that made your heart ache.

Guess I’ll waste another year on wondering if.

If that was casual, then I’m an idiot.

The more time you spent with Gojo, the more you questioned yourself. You hated the power he had over you, the way he could make you feel like the most important person in his life one moment and an afterthought the next.

“Do I mean anything to you?” you’d asked once, your voice trembling under the weight of your insecurities.

He’d looked at you like you’d asked the most ridiculous question in the world. “Of course, you do,” he’d said, and for a moment, you believed him.

Lying to yourself if you think we’re fine.

You’re confused and I’m upset.

You wanted so badly to believe that the two of you could work, but the cracks were impossible to ignore. Gojo’s avoidance, his inability to talk about anything serious, his constant retreat into his own world — it was suffocating.

“Why can’t we ever just talk about this?” you’d asked one night, frustration spilling out of you.

But he’d only shrugged, brushing you off like he always did.

All the silence just makes it worse, really.

’Cause it leaves you so top of mind for me.

The silence between you was deafening. Every time he left, he took a piece of you with him, and every time he came back, you let him in.

You hated how much space he took up in your mind, how his absence seemed louder than his presence ever was.

We never talk about how you found God at your ex’s house.

Always made sure that the phone was face down.

You didn’t want to believe the rumors at first, but the signs were impossible to ignore. The phone always face down. The late nights with no explanation. The way he’d flinch whenever you asked where he’d been.

When you finally confronted him, he didn’t deny it.

“You’re overthinking this,” he’d said, his tone so dismissive it made your chest tighten.

“Am I?” you shot back. “Because it feels like I’m the only one thinking about this at all.”

“Seems like overnight, I’m just the bitch you hate now.”

The change was sudden, like flipping a switch. One day he was teasing you, kissing you, pulling you into his orbit. The next, he was cold, distant, treating you like you were the problem.

It was like he’d decided overnight that you weren’t worth his time anymore. And the worst part was, you couldn’t even figure out why.

We never talk it through.

How you guilt-tripped me to open up to you.

Then you logged out, leaving me dumbfounded, ooh.

You replayed every conversation, every moment you’d let yourself be vulnerable with him. You’d let him in, trusted him with parts of yourself you didn’t share with anyone else.

And he’d taken that trust and left you with nothing but silence.

You wanted to scream, to demand answers, to make him feel even a fraction of the pain he’d caused you. But every time you tried, the words caught in your throat.

And Gojo? He was already gone.

[getobitchs]

RISING THE WICKED

A Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction

By @/eeesqn on Wattpad

IN A WORLD where curses and sorcery dictate the balance of power, Kuro navigates the dangerous paths between darkness and light. As a member of a prestigious sorcery family, her life intertwines with formidable allies and deadly enemies. Among them is Suguru Geto, her best friend and confidant, whose charm and strength captivate her heart.

Together, Kuro and Suguru undertake perilous missions, facing cursed spirits and rogue sorcerers. Their latest assignment leads them to protect Riko, the Star Plasma Vessel, whose destiny is crucial for maintaining the world's fragile equilibrium. As threats mount from all directions, including powerful sorcerers, Kuro's skills and resolve are put to the test.

Coming soon…

All Rights Reserved :

—> I do not allow my work to be used or adapted in any way without my explicit permission.

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type of photos their grandchildren found hehe

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Beautiful To Me, That’s What Matters - R. S.

✧.* content warning : pure fluff

✧.* w/c : 874

✧.* n/a : 3 days without postiiiiing omg, forgive me!!! also “What You Took From Me” part 2 coming soon! thank you for reading <3

✧.* tagline : @sugurus-thoughts ;

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The grand hall was bathed in the dim, flickering glow of lanterns, their flames swaying as if in reverence to the King of Curses himself. Sukuna sat upon his throne, a towering figure of menace and divinity, his true form a patchwork of raw, monstrous strength and intricate beauty. Black markings carved sharp, elegant paths across his crimson skin, like the strokes of an artist gone mad with divine inspiration.

His eyes, twin voids of reddish and malice, narrowed as he leaned back, exuding the kind of power that made the very air heavy. Yet, amidst all this terrible splendor, there was an odd softness in the way he rested.

You were nestled on his lap, leaning against his broad chest as though it was the most natural thing in the world. He didn’t speak, but one of his four hands rested lightly on your back, steady and grounding, while another idly toyed with the edge of your robe, as if to remind himself you were real and there with him.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmured softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sukuna’s red eyes flickered down to you, his brows knitting slightly in confusion. His lips parted as though he wanted to respond, but no words came. Instead, he simply stared at you, searching for meaning in your words.

“I’m not,” he finally said, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. “I’m not something so… delicate.”

You shifted slightly, cupping his face in your hands. His skin was warm under your touch, and your thumbs gently traced the sharp lines of his cheekbones. “You don’t have to be delicate to be beautiful,” you said, meeting his gaze with unwavering softness.

He blinked at you, his expression almost childlike in its uncertainty. It was rare to see him like this — unsure, almost vulnerable. One of his hands came up to cover yours where it rested on his cheek, his claws carefully avoiding your skin.

“You’re strong,” you continued, your voice steady and gentle. “And terrifying. But to me, you’re also kind. Protective. You’re beautiful, Sukuna.”

His eyes seemed to… soften at your words, the usual sharpness of his gaze dulling into something far gentler. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and leaned into your touch, his massive frame relaxing beneath you.

“Beautiful?” he repeated, almost as though he were testing the word.

You smiled, your fingers moving to trace the black lines that adorned his face. Each stroke was slow, reverent, as though you were painting your feelings into him with your touch. “Yes,” you whispered. “These marks, your eyes, your strength… all of it is beautiful to me. To your wife.”

A faint flush crept across his cheeks, the crimson darkening ever so slightly. He turned his face away, but you caught the way his eyes darted back to you, unsure of where else to look.

“You say strange things,” he mumbled, his voice low, not as aggressive as it normally would.

Your heart swelled at the sight of him — this great and terrible being who could command the world with a glance, now flustered by your words. You leaned forward, pressing your forehead to his, your hands still cradling his face. “Maybe,” you said, your smile widening just a little, “but that doesn’t make them any less true.”

For a moment, he didn’t move. Then, with a hesitant but deliberate motion, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulled you closer against his chest. Another hand rested on the back of your head, his fingers threading gently through your hair. He held you like you were something precious, something he wasn’t quite sure he deserved but wasn’t willing to let go of.

“I don’t understand you,” he murmured, his voice so soft it was almost a whisper.

“You don’t have to,” you replied, closing your eyes and sinking into his warmth. “Just let me stay here. That’s all I want.”

His grip tightened ever so slightly, as though your words had struck some deep chord within him. “You’re the strange one,” he said, his tone filled with quiet affection.

“Maybe,” you admitted, your lips brushing against his jaw as you spoke. “But I’m yours.”

He didn’t reply, but the way his arms enveloped you completely — holding you close, as though shielding you from the world — told you everything you needed to know. The great and terrible Ryomen Sukuna, King of Curses, had no words for this kind of softness. But in his quiet touch, in the way his claws stayed gentle against your skin and his warmth surrounded you, he said it all.

You stayed like that for what felt like hours, the world outside the grand hall forgotten. Here, in the quiet, with the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you and the weight of his arms holding you close, everything else faded away. It was just you and him — a moment of peace stolen from eternity.

“You’re mine.”

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What You Took From Me - R. S.

✧.* content warning : angst, fluff ig?

✧.* w/c : 1.07k

✧.* n/a : nothin

✧.* tagline : @sugurus-thoughts ; (text me to be on the next tagline)

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The Heian era was a time of elegance and tradition, where the beauty of the cherry blossoms mirrored the fleeting moments of happiness that mortals clung to. For you, life had once been simple, your days spent tending to the small garden by your family’s home, your nights bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. Until him.

Sukuna.

You had met him by chance — or so you had believed. A man of devastating beauty and an aura that sent chills down your spine, he was both terrifying and magnetic. Sukuna wasn’t just a man; he was a force of nature. A god among mortals, cloaked in an ever-present air of danger and power.

Yet, despite the fear he inspired, he had chosen you. Out of all the women in the land, it was you who had caught his eye. And in an act of defiance against both his nature and the world that feared him, he had married you.

At first, you had been afraid, unsure of his intentions. But Sukuna — when he wasn’t reigning over curses or instilling fear — had been a surprisingly gentle husband. He brought you rare flowers, sat beside you while you worked in the garden, and listened as you spoke of your dreams and fears. He wasn’t one to smile often, but when he did, it was like the sun breaking through a storm.

You fell in love with him, despite the warnings whispered by the wind and the shadowy aura that clung to him like a second skin. And for a time, you were happy.

But time was unkind to mortals.

Your health began to wane, your once-strong body betraying you as the years passed. You tried to hide it, to keep the growing weakness in your limbs and the ache in your chest a secret, but Sukuna knew. He always knew.

He watched helplessly as you grew weaker, his frustration manifesting in the crackle of his cursed energy. He could destroy entire villages, topple kingdoms, and command legions of curses, but he couldn’t stop the inevitable march of time. He couldn’t save you.

You died one spring morning, the scent of cherry blossoms heavy in the air. Sukuna had held you in his arms as you took your last breath, his four crimson eyes fixed on your face as though he could will you back to life.

“I’ll find you,” he had murmured, his voice breaking in a way you had never heard before. “No matter where you go, I’ll find you again.”

And then you were gone.

Centuries passed.

For years after your death, Sukuna clung to his memories of you, reliving every fleeting moment of happiness he had shared with you. He tried to forget, to bury your image beneath the blood and chaos of his reign, but no matter how much he destroyed, no matter how many lives he claimed, your face always lingered in the corners of his mind.

When he was eventually sealed, he welcomed the silence. If the world had nothing left to offer him, perhaps oblivion was the only answer.

But fate is cruel, and the threads of destiny are never truly severed.

In 2018, Sukuna awakened, dragged back into the world through forbidden sorcery. It was a strange new time, filled with loud machines, flashing lights, and a world that had forgotten his name. He should have reveled in the opportunity to spread fear and reclaim his throne, yet his mind was elsewhere.

The centuries had dulled nothing. He still thought of you. Your laughter, your touch, the way you had looked at him as though he weren’t a monster. He had lost you once, and the thought of living without you again filled him with an ache he couldn’t name.

Then, one ordinary evening, he saw you.

You were standing outside a café, bathed in the soft glow of a neon sign, your laughter carrying over the hum of the city. Time seemed to freeze. Sukuna’s crimson eyes locked onto you, his heart — something he had long believed dead — thudding painfully in his chest.

It was you.

You looked different, your modern clothes and styled hair unfamiliar, but there was no mistaking you. The shape of your smile, the way you tilted your head as you laughed — it was the same as it had been centuries ago.

For a moment, he could only stand there, staring. He had spent so long believing he would never see you again that the sight of you now felt like a dream.

You didn’t notice him at first, engrossed in your conversation with a friend. But then your eyes flickered toward him, and the world shifted.

You froze, your laughter dying in your throat as your gaze met his. There was no recognition in your eyes, but something passed between you — a spark, a faint pull that made your heart stutter.

Sukuna crossed the street without hesitation, his movements as smooth and predatory as they had been in the Heian era. He stopped in front of you, towering over you, his presence commanding your full attention.

“Can I help you?” you asked, your voice polite but wary.

His gaze softened as he took you in, his crimson eyes scanning your face for any hint of familiarity. “Do you believe in fate?” he asked, his voice low and resonant.

You blinked, startled by the question. “I… I guess?”

His lips curled into a smirk, though it lacked the malice it usually carried. “You should.”

Your friend nudged you, murmuring something about him being strange, but you didn’t move. There was something about him that felt… familiar.

“Have we met before?” you asked, your voice hesitant.

His smirk faltered for just a moment, replaced by something more vulnerable. “In another life, perhaps.”

You didn’t understand what he meant, but there was something in his gaze that made your chest ache, a strange and inexplicable feeling of loss and longing.

Sukuna didn’t press further. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to frighten you or risk losing you again. But as he turned to leave, he glanced over his shoulder. “We’ll meet again,” he said, echoing the promise you had made to him centuries ago.

You stood there, watching him disappear into the crowd, your heart heavy with an emotion you couldn’t name.

And for the first time in centuries, Sukuna felt hope.

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Still, You Married Me - R. S.

✧.* content warning : fluff, kissing

✧.* w/c : 505

✧.* n/a : nothin, thank you for reading and reblogging <3

✧.* tagline : @sugurus-thoughts ;

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You stirred, blinking sleepily as the weight of the blankets and the distinct warmth of Sukuna’s arm draped possessively over your waist kept you cocooned in place.

“Stop moving,” his gruff voice rumbled from behind you, low and groggy.

You turned your head slightly to glance at him. His hair was a mess, and his usual sharp features were softened by sleep. He looked… peaceful. Almost human.

“I have to get up,” you whispered, trying not to smile at how snug he was against you.

“You don’t.” His grip tightened, pulling you flush against his chest. “Stay here.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up. “Sukuna, we can’t just stay in bed all day.”

“Why not?” He nuzzled the back of your neck, his breath warm and tickling against your skin. “I’m a king. I do what I want.”

You turned to face him fully, and the sight of his four eyes — half-lidded and slightly annoyed — made your heart melt. You reached up to brush a strand of hair away from his face, and for a moment, he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch like a content cat.

“You’re impossible,” you teased, running your fingers gently along his jawline.

“And yet, you married me,” he shot back with a smug grin.

“I must have been out of my mind,” you joked, earning a playful growl as he leaned down to capture your lips in a lazy, lingering kiss.

When he pulled back, his smirk softened into something warmer, something he reserved only for you. “Out of your mind, huh? You’re lucky I tolerate your nonsense.”

“Oh, I’m lucky?” you shot back, poking his chest. “Who was it that begged me to marry them, huh?”

“Begged?” His tone was incredulous, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. “I don’t beg. I demanded. There’s a difference.”

You laughed, and the sound seemed to light up the entire room. Sukuna’s chest rumbled with approval as he watched you, his eyes soft despite his usual arrogance.

“Fine,” you said, settling back into his arms. “You demanded. And I said yes. Happy now?”

“Ecstatic,” he murmured, pulling you even closer.

For a while, the two of you stayed like that, tangled in each other and surrounded by the soft quiet of the morning. Despite his fearsome reputation, Sukuna’s presence was nothing but comforting to you now — a warmth you couldn’t imagine living without.

Eventually, he broke the silence. “You know,” he began, his voice quieter than usual, “I never thought I’d have this. Someone like you. Someone who doesn’t run from me.”

You looked up at him, your heart aching at the vulnerability in his words. “I’ll never run from you,” you promised, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“Good, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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I Could Get Used To This - Y. I.

✧.* content warning : fluff, kissing

✧.* w/c : 279

✧.* n/a : nothin, thaaank you :3

✧.* tagline : @sugurus-thoughts

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You and Yuji were sprawled out on the couch in the common room, his head resting on your lap as you absently ran your fingers through his hair. The TV was on, but neither of you were really paying attention, instead enjoying the rare, quiet moment together.

Yuji let out a contented sigh, his usual energy subdued in the peaceful atmosphere. “You know,” he started, his voice light, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this relaxed before.”

You smiled softly, feeling his head shift slightly in your lap as he looked up at you, his wide brown eyes sparkling with affection. “I’m glad,” you whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Well, if I’m being honest, I think it’s mostly because of you.”

Your heart fluttered at the sincerity in his voice, and you blushed, looking away for a moment. “You always know how to make me feel special,” you said, your words quiet but genuine.

Yuji reached up, his hand gently cupping your cheek, bringing your gaze back to his. “You are special,” he said earnestly, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. “To me, you’re everything.”

You both sat there in the warmth of each other’s presence, no need for further words, just the comfort of knowing you had found something real, something that made all the chaos of the world fade into the background.

Yuji’s smile was soft, his usual boisterous energy replaced by a tenderness only for you. “I think I could stay like this forever,” he murmured.

You chuckled softly, stroking his hair once more. “I think I’d be okay with that.”

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When Stars Give Up On Shining - M. T.

✧.* content warning : angst, lovers to enemies to lovers?, kinda fluff at the end

✧.* w/c : 2.5k

✧.* n/a : nothin to say just thank you for reading also… why is there barely ANY angst with michi?

✧.* tagline : @sugurus-thoughts ;

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Since you were younger, you had always admired your friend, Michikatsu. He wasn’t the type to dote or play games like others your age. Instead, he carried himself with quiet pride, his every movement calculated, his words deliberate. To you, he was a constant — a figure as sturdy and dependable as the mountains that framed your village.

Your admiration blossomed into something deeper as the years went by. By the time you were of age, your heart belonged entirely to him. To your surprise, your feelings didn’t go unnoticed. One spring evening, under the blooming cherry blossoms, Michikatsu had stood before you, his stern expression softening as he murmured words you had only dreamed of hearing:

“You have my heart. If you’ll have me, I wish for us to wed.”

The marriage had been nothing short of a dream. Despite his reserved nature, Michikatsu had always found ways to show his love for you. He would place his haori over your shoulders when the nights grew cold, his calloused hands brushing against your skin. He wasn’t a man of grand gestures, but you cherished the small moments—the quiet mornings spent in his arms, the way he looked at you as if you were the only person in his world, and you were.

For a time, it felt like the world had blessed you beyond measure.

But dreams, as beautiful as they are, cannot last forever.

The change was subtle at first. Michikatsu began spending longer hours training, his obsession with becoming stronger consuming him. The need to surpass his brother taking over his soul, mind and heart. You understood his dedication — it was a part of who he was — but it began to eat away at the time you once shared. He spoke less, his shoulders growing heavier with burdens he refused to share.

One night, as he prepared to leave for yet another mission, you reached out, gripping his sleeve. “Michikatsu,” you said softly, your voice trembling. “Be safe, okay? I love you.”

He froze, his back to you. For a moment, you thought he might stay. But then he gently pulled his sleeve free from your grasp. “I must go,” was all he said, his tone void of the warmth you once knew.

You watched him disappear into the night, the ache in your chest growing with every step he took away from you.

Time passed, and the distance between you only widened. You tried to bridge it — waiting for him with warm meals, attempting to speak of lighter things to ease his mind — but Michikatsu was no longer the man you had married. His eyes, once filled with love, were now clouded with doubt and resentment.

One day, he came home after weeks away, his expression grave. You rushed to greet him, only to stop short when you saw the look in his eyes.

He looked completely heartless… not a thing wandering through his mind but surpassing his brother, Yoriichi. That had consumed him entirely. Though you loved him fiercely, it wasn’t enough to pull him from the shadows he had chosen to embrace.

The night he left for good, there were no goodbyes. You woke to find his side of the futon cold, his belongings gone. All that remained was a single, folded note.

I am sorry.

The words were simple, yet they shattered you.

Hours turned into days, days into weeks. The cherry blossoms bloomed and withered, yet your heart remained frozen in the moment you realized he was truly gone.

People spoke of Michikatsu in whispers —rumors of a man who had forsaken everything for power, who had walked a path so dark that no light could reach him. But to you, he was still the man who had once held you under those blossoms and promised you forever.

Even now, as you stood alone beneath the same tree, petals falling around you like snow, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him.

But oh, how you wanted to.

You wanted to hate the man who had left you with nothing but a folded piece of paper and the ghost of his touch. You wanted to scream at the sky, curse the heavens, and rail against the cruelty of loving someone who had chosen ambition over you. But every time you tried to summon anger, it dissolved into something softer, weaker.

Grief.

The ache of his absence wrapped itself around your ribs, squeezing tighter with each passing day. You carried it everywhere, like a wound that refused to heal. The mornings were the hardest — waking up to an empty bed, the silence pressing down on you like a physical weight. You still reached for him sometimes, your hand meeting only cold sheets. It was a cruel reminder of what you had lost.

And yet, you clung to the memories.

You remembered the way his voice had softened when he spoke your name, how he would tuck stray strands of hair behind your ear. You remembered the nights you spent curled against his chest, his steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep. The way his rare, small smiles could light up your entire world. Those moments were treasures, and yet they were daggers, cutting you anew each time you dared to recall them.

Weeks turned into seasons, and the rumors about Michikatsu only grew darker. You tried not to listen, but it was impossible to ignore the whispers:

“A man consumed by power.”

“They say he’s no longer human.”

“A demon.”

You refused to believe it at first. The Michikatsu you knew — the man who had once brushed cherry blossom petals from your hair — couldn’t become something so monstrous. But as the rumors spread, doubt crept in like a shadow, planting seeds of fear and uncertainty in your heart.

What if the whispers were true? What if the man you loved had truly fallen so far?

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of red and gold, you found yourself standing before the tree again. Your fingers brushed against the rough bark, grounding yourself as tears welled in your eyes.

You tilted your head back to gaze at the cherry blossoms, their delicate petals fluttering down like whispers of a past you couldn’t let go of. “I wonder…” you murmured, your voice breaking, “if you ever think of me, Michikatsu. If you ever remember what we had.”

The words hung in the air, a fragile offering to the silence. You wiped your tears, willing yourself to turn away, to go home and let the ache settle for another night. But then, a chill ran down your spine.

It was subtle at first — a shift in the air, a heaviness that pressed against your skin. The wind stilled, and the world seemed to hold its breath. Your heart raced as you turned back to the tree, dread and hope warring within you.

That’s when you saw him.

A figure emerged from the shadows of the forest, his silhouette framed by the dying light of the sun. He stepped closer, his movements deliberate, his presence suffocating.

You froze, your breath catching in your throat.

“Michikatsu?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

The man standing before you was both familiar and foreign. His face was unmistakably his, but it was marked by something unnatural — something monstrous. His eyes, once warm and dark, now gleamed a haunting gold, slit like a predator’s, and they were… six? His body exuded a terrifying aura, a power that made your knees weak.

It was him. But it wasn’t.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. You stared at him, your heart breaking all over again as you took in the changes, the darkness that had consumed him.

“It’s been a long time,” he finally said, his voice deep and smooth, yet devoid of the warmth you remembered.

You swallowed hard, your tears threatening to spill over. “You… you’re alive.”

His lips twitched into something that might have been a smile, though it held no joy. “Alive. If you can call it that.”

Your hands clenched at your sides as you tried to steady your breathing. “Why… why are you here, Michikatsu? After all these years, after everything, why now?”

He averted his gaze, his jaw tightening. “I shouldn’t have come. But I had to see you.”

“Why?” you demanded, your voice rising with a mix of anger and desperation. “To remind me of what you left behind? To show me what you’ve become?”

His golden eyes flickered, a shadow of pain crossing his features. “I left because I thought it was the only way to protect you. I wanted to spare you from the life I knew was coming for me. But…” He trailed off, his shoulders slumping slightly. “It was never enough.”

You took a shaky step forward, your heart aching at the sight of him — this man who had once been your world, now standing before you as a stranger. “You think leaving protected me?” you whispered. “You think abandoning me made it easier? I’ve spent every day mourning you, Michikatsu. Every single day.”

His gaze snapped back to yours, and for the first time, you saw something raw in his expression. Guilt. Regret. Pain. “I know,” he said softly. “I know what I did to you. And I will carry that with me for as long as I exist.”

Your tears fell freely now, streaking down your cheeks as you stepped even closer. “You don’t get to do this,” you said, your voice trembling. “You don’t get to come back after all this time, looking like this, and act like you care.”

“I do care,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “I never stopped. Even now…”

He reached out as if to touch you, but his hand froze in the air. He pulled it back, his claws curling into a fist at his side.

“You’re lying,” you said, though the words felt hollow. You wanted to believe him, but the man standing before you was so far removed from the one you loved. “If you cared, you wouldn’t have left. If you cared, you wouldn’t have turned into… this.”

The silence that followed was deafening. His expression hardened, and the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes vanished.

“I shouldn’t have come,” he said again, stepping back.

“No,” you choked out, panic rising in your chest. “You don’t get to leave again. You don’t get to walk away without explaining why you did this to us — why you left me, why you became…”

“A demon,” he finished for you, his voice sharp.

You flinched at the word, and his expression softened, though the sadness in his eyes remained.

“I became what I am because I was weak,” he said quietly. “Because I could never be what I wanted to be — not for you, not for anyone. And now, I can never be the man you loved.”

Your chest tightened as he turned away, his figure disappearing back into the shadows.

“Michikatsu!” you called after him, your voice breaking. “Don’t do this again. Please.”

He paused, his back to you. For a moment, you thought he might turn around, that he might stay. But then he spoke, his voice low and final:

“I’ve already done enough damage. You deserve better than this. Better than me.”

And with that, he was leaving again.

You sank to your knees beneath the cherry blossoms, sobs wracking your body as the petals fell around you like the pieces of your shattered heart.

But then, the wind shifted.

It was subtle at first, a breeze carrying the scent of the blossoms. But then it grew stronger, almost alive, as if the world itself was resisting his departure. You looked up, your tear-streaked face catching the faintest glow of the moonlight, and saw him standing at the edge of the forest.

Kokushibo had stopped.

He stood frozen, his broad shoulders tense, his clawed hand flexing at his side. You couldn’t see his face, but his hesitation spoke volumes.

“Don’t go,” you whispered, your voice hoarse. You pushed yourself to your feet, your knees trembling. “Please, Michi-sama. Don’t leave me again.”

The air grew still as if waiting for his answer. Slowly, he turned to face you. The golden light of his six eyes was dimmer now, the predatory gleam overshadowed by something human — something that made your chest ache.

“You don’t understand,” he said, his voice rough. “I’m not the man you knew. I’m not the man you loved. I’ve done things — terrible things. If I stay, I’ll only bring you pain.”

You shook your head, stepping closer to him. “You think I haven’t felt pain already? You think I haven’t lived every day with the agony of losing you?” Your voice wavered, but you pressed on. “I don’t care what you’ve done. I don’t care what you’ve become. All I care about is the man who once held my hand under these blossoms and promised me forever.”

His claws twitched, his eyes darting away as if he couldn’t bear to look at you. But you didn’t stop.

“You think I don’t see you? Even now, with all the darkness, I see the man I loved. The man I still love.” Your voice broke on the last word, but you didn’t care. “And I know he’s still in there.”

Kokushibo’s shoulders slumped, and for the first time, he looked… small. Defeated.

“You’re wrong,” he murmured. “I can’t go back. I can’t undo what I’ve done.”

“Then don’t.” You took another step, now standing just a few feet away. “Don’t go back. Just come home.”

His eyes locked with yours, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze. The weight of your words hung between you, fragile yet unyielding.

“Home…” he whispered, as if the word itself was foreign to him.

“You’re still my home,” you said softly, tears streaming down your face. “No matter how far you’ve gone, no matter how much you’ve changed, you’ll always be my home.”

The wall around him cracked. You saw it in the way his hands trembled, the way his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out toward you. His claws brushed against your cheek, cold and unfamiliar, but the touch made your heart leap.

“Do you really think there’s anything left of me to love?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You covered his hand with your own, holding it against your face. “I don’t just think it — I know it.”

For a long moment, he stared at you, his golden eyes glistening with something you hadn’t seen in years. Hope.

Then, with a shuddering breath, Kokushibo closed the distance between you and pulled you into his arms.

His embrace was hesitant at first, as if he feared you would pull away. But when you didn’t, when you clung to him like he was the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth, he tightened his hold.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmured against your hair.

“Let me decide that,” you replied, your voice muffled against his chest.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the ache in your heart eased. He was here, holding you, and no matter what demons he carried, you knew you would face them together.

Under the cherry blossoms, with petals falling around you like a blessing, you allowed yourself to hope again.

This time, you wouldn’t let him go.

[getobitchs]

- JUJUTSU KAISEN ★ (Full List)

-> Satoru Gojo ;

-> Masamichi Yaga ;

-> Shoko Ieiri ;

-> Yuji Itadori ;

-> Megumi Fushiguro ;

-> Nobara Kugisaki ;

-> Maki Zenin ;

-> Toge Inumaki ;

-> Yuta Okkotsu ;

-> Kento Nanami ;

-> Suguru Geto ;

-> Aoi Todo ;

-> Choso Kamo ;

-> Ryomen Sukuna ;

-> Uraume ;

-> Toji Fushiguro ;

-> Shiu Kong ;

- LOVE AND DEEPSPACE ★

-> Zayne ;

-> Sylus ;

-> Rafayel ;

-> Xavier ;

-> Caleb ;

- DEMON SLAYER ★

-> Giyu Tomioka ;

-> Mitsuri Kanroji ;

-> Obanai Iguro ;

-> Sanemi Shinazugawa ;

-> Gyomei Himejima ;

-> Muichiro Tokito ;

-> Shinobu Kocho ;

-> Kyojuro Rengoku ;

-> Kanae Kocho ;

-> Tengen Uzui ;

-> Tanjiro Kamado ;

-> Zenitsu Agatsuma ;

-> Inosuke Hashibira ;

-> Genya Shinazugawa ;

-> Yoriichi Tsugikuni ;

-> Michikatsu Tsugikuni/Kokushibo ;

-> Muzan Kibutsuji ;

-> Hakuji Soyama/Akaza ;

Other characters may be added soon.

[getobitchs]

Paper Plain - M. T.

✧.* content warning : fluff

✧.* w/c : 855 (this is too small, helppp-)

✧.* n/a : nothin to say just thank you for reading!!!

✧.* tagline : @sugurus-thoughts ;

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The soft rustling of paper fills the quiet garden, the breeze lifting the edges of the sheets in delicate swirls. You sit on the ground, legs folded beneath you, as you focused intently on folding a piece of paper. Despite your best efforts, the plane never quite flies straight, tumbling awkwardly through the air and crashing into the grass. You sighed, disappointed.

“Mmh… not quite what I was hoping for,” you murmured to yourself, setting the paper down and quickly reaching for another.

Suddenly, you hear the soft sound of footsteps approaching from behind you, and before you could turn, a calm, quiet voice speaks.

“You’re folding it wrong.”

You freeze for a moment, blinking at the familiar voice. It’s Muichiro.

You look up, finding him standing a few steps away, his expression as serene as always. His teal eyes are trained on the paper in your hands, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“Is it?” you ask with a small frown, raising an eyebrow. “I thought it was simple.”

He tilts his head slightly, considering your paper plane with a look of quiet amusement. “You’re overcomplicating it. It’s all in the folds.”

“Well, if you think you can do better, go ahead,” you challenged, but it’s more playful than you intend.

Muichiro steps forward, his movements graceful and fluid as he sits down beside you, reaching for a fresh sheet of paper. You watch him intently, a little amused at his calm demeanor. His hands move expertly, folding the edges with precision, the paper quickly taking shape under his deft touch. You watch in awe as he effortlessly forms the perfect plane, one that looks far better than yours ever could.

Once it’s finished, Muichiro holds it out to you, his expression still calm but with the faintest glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. “Try this,” he says quietly.

You take the plane from him, unsure of what to expect. It feels perfectly balanced in your hands, smooth and light. “Alright, here it goes.”

You throw it, and to your surprise, it soars through the air with a perfect glide, effortlessly catching the wind and sailing smoothly across the garden.

“Whoa,” you mutter in awe, watching it land several feet away. “That was amazing.”

Muichiro’s faint smile grows just a little, his eyes softening. “It’s all about the right folds. It’s simple once you know how to fold it correctly.”

“Yeah, well, you make it look easy,” you reply, laughing softly. “I guess I’m still learning.”

He nods, not saying much more, but the way his gaze lingers on you gives you a strange fluttering feeling. There’s something about the simplicity of the moment, the quiet focus between you two, that makes your heart beat just a little faster.

Muichiro leans back slightly, his gaze moving from you to the garden, the sunlight casting gentle shadows on his face. It’s a peaceful silence that wraps around you both, until he speaks again, his voice soft and almost shy.

“You’re good at learning,” he says, his tone sincere. “I’m sure you’ll get it eventually.”

Your heart skips at his words, and before you can say anything back, Muichiro stands, his movements so fluid and effortless. For a moment, you think he’s about to leave, but he stops and turns to face you.

There’s a brief pause before he takes a step toward you, his hand reaching out, as though he’s unsure but compelled. His fingers brush lightly against yours in a fleeting touch, so soft it almost feels like it could have been a mistake. But it isn’t.

Your breath catches in your throat as his eyes flick to yours, and you realize there’s a shift, a quiet but undeniable tension between you.

Muichiro doesn’t pull away, though. His fingers curl just slightly around yours, his gaze holding yours for a moment longer before he steps even closer.

Without a word, he leans in, his lips grazing your cheek in the gentlest of kisses. The touch is so light, almost like a whisper against your skin, but it feels like it’s echoing in your chest, making your heart beat faster.

For a moment, you’re frozen, your mind unable to fully process what just happened. Muichiro pulls back slightly, his cheeks flushed just a little, his usual calm expression replaced with something softer, almost vulnerable.

“I—” He looks at you, his voice quiet but sincere. “I wanted to thank you for trying.”

You blink, still a little dazed, and slowly bring your hand up to touch the spot where his lips had been. A small smile tugs at your lips as you look at him.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say softly, feeling warmth spread through your chest.

“I wanted to,” Muichiro replies, his gaze steady, though there’s a faint pink coloring his cheeks. “I don’t mind… helping you with things.”

Your heart flutters at his words, and you smile even wider, warmth blooming within you.

“Thank you, Muichiro,” you say, still feeling the lingering warmth of his kiss.

His smile, though small, is genuine, and his eyes soften as he looks at you.

[getobitchs]

Unraveling Risk - S. G.

✧.* content warning : pure fluff & kissing

✧.* w/c : 420

✧.* n/a : this is content from Rising The Wicked (chapter 2) coming out soon!

₊ ⊹🪻 ✧ ˚i

Before she could throw another punch, Suguru reached out and pulled her into him, holding her tightly against his chest. She gasped, surprised by the sudden closeness. He looked down at her, his usual calmness mixed with something softer in his eyes. "You're impossible," he murmured, his voice almost a whisper against the sound of the rain. Kuro's breath caught in her throat as he leaned down slightly, his lips just inches from hers.

Her heart raced, the playful energy between them suddenly shifting into something deeper. She gazed up at him, her fingers lightly tracing the front of his shirt as if testing whether this moment was real.

"You always make everything so complicated," she whispered back, her voice thick with emotion. Suguru didn't say anything more. He closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to hers in a soft, slow kiss. The rain continued to pour around them, but in that moment, the world seemed to disappear.

The kiss was sweet and gentle at first, a slow burn that deepened with each passing second. Her fingers curled into his shirt, her body leaning into his as if she were afraid to let go. Suguru's hand cupped the back of her head, holding her close as if the world outside didn't matter anymore. When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, the rain washing over them like a cleansing wave. Kuro looked up at him, her heart still racing. She didn't need to say anything — he already knew.

They stood there in the rain for a long moment, neither of them in a hurry to break the quiet intimacy of the moment. The world could wait. For now, it was just them, soaked through, hearts beating in sync. A giggle left Kuro's mouth, "First to reach that tree wins!" she pointed at a nearby tree — the tree they had shared their first kiss. "It's raining pretty hard, Kuro, you'll trip," he said, his voice light but laced with concern. "Maybe we should just—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Kuro giggled and lunged at him, throwing a playful punch in his direction. "Come on, Suguru! Don't be a baby!" she urged, her voice lighthearted.

Suguru laughed softly, shaking his head in disbelief. He ran his hand through his soaked hair and then threw his hands up dramatically. "Fine, I'm in. But don't blame me if I win, okay?"

Kuro's grin widened as she turned away from him, ready to start the challenge. "You wish!"

[getobitchs]

yes, Christmas miracles exist and @sugurus-thoughts is one of them 🤍❕

04. cindy lou who

❆pairing — suguru geto x reader!

❆summary — I saw you laughing in one of his pictures But you'll be the one with his ring on your finger There's red and green everywhere, but l'm so blue Cindy Lou Who

❆w/c — 44,1k

❆warnings — nsfw, friends to lovers, jealousy, angst, fluff, smut, touching, MDNI

a/n — this is the longest fic I have ever written I swear. I did not think it would be this long but I certainly got in my feels as I related with the reader. Hopefully you'll stick until the end and read it, I really hope that you enjoy this long fic I honestly put so much into this so, I hope you enjoy!! 🤍🍰(I got to admit I have a soft spot for geto) I was gonna make it a part 2 but it wouldn't make sense honestly.

10 December 2024

The room buzzed with quiet chatter, the hum of conversation floating softly around the group. You sat there smiling, fainting as you always did, content to be near him— Suguru with his effortless charisma and mysterious persona seemed to always brighten the gloomiest days. He was leaning against the chair with his arms crossed, calm and collected as effort. But then his voice cut through the room, soft but yet so clear that it stopped every sound in the room.

“We're engaged” Suguru announced, his tone soft and his smile uncharacteristically tender.

The words hung in the air for a moment before anyone reacted. Shoko was the first to recover, her sharp whistle breaking the silence. “Finally!” she exclaimed, grinning with excitement.

Saturo clapped Suguru on the back, his laugh loud and infection. “About time man. Congratulations!”

Nanami nodded, offering a polite “Congratulations”, while Haibara beamed with happiness as his usual self ,excitement brimming with every word.

You didn't move. You didn't blink.

Engaged.

The word echoed in your head, bouncing around in the hollow space where your heart had been just moments before. It was a strange feeling, this heavy emptiness, like the floor had been ripped out from beneath you, yet you were somehow still sitting there, rooted to your seat.

Your hands tightened around the edge of your chair, knuckles going white as the smile on your face stayed frozen, the one you always wore when you looked at him—Suguru, who could never see what you’d been hiding all these years.

Two years.

Of course, you knew about her. Of course, you knew they’d been together. You told yourself you were happy for him, that you’d cheer him on from the sidelines like the good friend you were supposed to be. But the word engaged made it real in a way you hadn’t prepared for.

“Y/N” Shoko’s voice dragged you out of your spiral thoughts. You realized everyone was looking at you, waiting for your reaction.

You forced your lips to move, pulling them into something resembling a smile. "That’s... amazing news," you managed, your voice sounding foreign even to your own ears. "Congratulations, Suguru. I’m happy for you."

You didn’t even know if he noticed the slight tremor in your voice. You hoped he didn’t.

Suguru’s gaze met yours, and for a moment, you saw the gratitude in his eyes, the warmth of someone who thought you were genuinely celebrating with him. It hurt worse than you expected.

The conversation shifted after that, the others diving into questions about wedding plans and dates. You stayed quiet, nodding along and laughing when it felt appropriate, but your mind was elsewhere.

Years. You’d spent years loving him, dreaming of a moment that would never come. And now you realized that the tiny, flickering hope you’d buried deep inside you had finally been extinguished.

You excused yourself before the first tear could fall, muttering something about needing air. As you stepped outside, the cold evening breeze hit you like a slap, and the tears you’d been holding back spilled over, hot and bitter.

They’d said love was beautiful, but all you felt was the ache of something unspoken, the weight of what could have been, and the sting of words that could never be unsaid.

In the cold night, the snowflakes slowly fall like a weeping willow. In that moment of grief, your tears could only dry down as the cold air buries them as if they were never meant to be seen. You look out into the dark night on the balcony as mountains surround your tiny frame , Switzerland surely was a sight indeed.

To think that you once dreamed of having an all-white wedding with Suguru here, in the same place where your story together had quietly begun. The memory slipped into your mind like a cold breeze, subtle and uninvited, piercing itself together from fragments of the past. You were so young when your families first came here, deciding on a joint holiday in the picturesque Swiss Alps.

Even then, as a child, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of Suguru. His shy smile and the way his dark hair stuck out from beneath his knitted hat warmed something inside you, even in the biting cold. That trip had marked the start of what you thought might someday become more a quiet connection that belonged to the two of you.

Over the years, it became a tradition. This snowy haven turned into a cherished secret getaway, first for your families, and then, as you all grew older, for your tight-knit group of friends. The memories blurred together: late nights sitting by the roaring fireplace, voices overlapping as the six of you shared dreams for the future. You and Suguru would always sneak off to steal the last pack of marshmallows, giggling like children as you toasted them over the fire and talked about things that felt too fragile to share with anyone else dreams, hopes, and love.

In those stolen moments, you allowed yourself to dream of his love. You pictured what it might feel like to have him look at you the way he looked at the snowflakes falling softly against the window, with quiet wonder. You dared to imagine a future where you were more than just friends, a future where this place, this beautiful, snow-covered haven, could host an all-white wedding with you and Suguru at the center of it all.

But that dream had shattered the moment he met Cindy. She wasn’t just a passing crush or a fleeting romance—she was everything he had chosen, everything he had committed himself to. The warmth you once felt in his presence now left an ache, a reminder of all that could have been but never would be.

And now, as you stood here again in Switzerland, surrounded by the same breathtaking views that once held so much promise, the memories were sharper than ever. It was no longer just a place of dreams but a place where the reality of loss lingered in the air, mingling with the scent of pine and snow.

Your sudden nostalgic memories were interrupted by the creaking sound from the door behind,you slowly turned around.

Him.

He stood there, slowly his usual relaxed self approached you, softly the heels of his favorite Wyatt Jodhpur boots clicked against the wooden floor. The only sound that could be heard was the door closing behind him, not a word was spoken between the two of you and finally he reached your fragile figure.

The silence was the only thing that held the atmosphere in place.

“It's cold outside, what are you doing here?”, he took off his coat to cover your figure. As if the words just woken you upon a dream you had, you tugged it against your flaying skin. Seemingly you forgot about your earlier meltdown,and for some reason the dark night was hiding your tear stained cheeks.

“The sky looked beautiful, couldn't miss the opportunity” you exhaled softly,like a secret only to hear by the sky itself.

Not once have you dared to look into his eyes, for you knew it would only stir the motions further. You smiled softly as you reached out to catch a few snowflakes, Suguru could only smile at your playful nature.

“Are you going to the Christmas Market Wednesday?” you asked.

A sigh escaped him as his fingers rubbed his temples. “Ah yes I almost forgot, I still need to pick up Cindy from the airport”

Cindy.

The name hung in the air like a bittersweet melody, a reminder of what might have been. She was the woman who had unwittingly stolen the future you had once dared to dream of, a future that now felt as fragile as glass.

“I understand Suguru, you don't have to apologize” a response so dimly that only at night could hear you cry.

You slowly got up from your crouching position and for the first time your eyes met. For a moment it felt like the melancholy of a storm-laden sky, looking into his eyes and they reminded you of the deepest earth crust that no one could understand, but sadly you were reminded that only you were an admirer.

“I'm sorry but I need to go to my room, it's been one….-” slowly you were searching for your words, something that wouldn't give it away. “One memorable night” you smiled up at him.

His smile reached yours, as you tried to mimic his actions. Finally your words cut through.

“I'm so happy for you and Cindy, Suguru. I only wish for the best, for both of you”.

Before Suguru could utter a word you were through the door, leaving him in a timid state of unawareness. You had to leave, you had to get away from him, for he didn't know the way he held you so captive like a bird in a cage,that never saw the day in light. As you walked your way out of the restaurant, you bumped into Shoko.

Her eyes widened slightly as she took in your expression. Shoko had always been perceptive, and tonight was no different.

"Hey," she said softly, her voice carrying concern. "You okay?"

You forced a smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes. "Yeah, just tired. Long night, you know."

Shoko tilted her head, clearly not convinced but wise enough not to push further. "If you need anything, you know where to find me."

You nodded, offering a quiet, "Thanks, Shoko," before brushing past her and stepping into the cold night air.

The walk back to your room felt endless, each step weighed down by the ache in your chest. Memories of Suguru's smile, his laughter, and the way his eyes used to light up when he looked at you played in your mind like a cruel montage. And now, all of that was meant for someone else. Cindy.

Finally, you reached your door, fumbling with the key as your vision blurred with unshed tears. Once inside, you let the facade crumble. The weight of the night hit you all at once, and you collapsed onto your bed, burying your face in your hands.

The sobs came in waves, raw and unrelenting. You cried for what was, for what could have been, and for the pieces of your heart you’d so willingly given to someone who could never see you the same way.

Between the tears, you whispered into the silence, "I just wanted him to choose me... just once."

But the only answer was the stillness of the night, a cold reminder that some stories aren’t meant to end in love.

12 December 2024

The chalet buzzed with excitement as everyone prepared for their outing to the Christmas market. The morning sunlight filtered through the frosted windows, casting a golden glow over the snow-covered peaks. You busied yourself with adjusting your scarf, focusing on the small task to keep your thoughts from wandering.

“Are we all ready?” Shoko called out, her voice cutting through the chatter.

“Just waiting on Haibara, as usual,” Nanami replied, sipping from his steaming coffee mug.

You smiled faintly at the banter, grateful for the distraction. This trip was supposed to be about making memories, about enjoying the company of your closest friends. But as much as you tried to focus on that, a nagging feeling stirred in your chest an ache you’d tried to ignore since last night.

The others finally gathered, bundled up in thick coats and gloves, and you all piled into a couple of cars for the short drive down to the village. The road wound through snowy forests, the trees heavy with frost, their branches forming an archway over the path.

By the time you reached the market, the quaint streets were already alive with the hum of holiday cheer. Wooden stalls lined the cobblestone paths, their roofs dusted with snow. The air smelled of roasted chestnuts, spiced cider, and freshly baked pastries.

“Alright,” Gojo said, clapping his gloved hands together. “Let’s split up and meet back here in an hour. Everyone, try not to buy something completely useless.”

The group laughed, and you found yourself relaxing just a bit. But as you turned to follow Shoko toward one of the stalls, a familiar voice cut through the festive noise.

“Suguru!”

You froze, the smile slipping from your face. Cindy’s voice.

Turning slowly, you saw them—Suguru and Cindy walking toward the group. Suguru’s arm was slung casually over her shoulders, her hand resting on his chest as they leaned into each other. Cindy looked radiant in a cream-colored coat, her hair falling in soft waves around her face. She laughed at something Suguru said, the sound warm and light, and he smiled down at her with an ease that felt like a knife twisting in your chest.

You hadn’t expected her to arrive so early. You’d thought you had more time to prepare yourself, to steal your emotions before being forced to face them. But there she was, as if plucked from the pages of some perfect holiday romance, looking every bit the part of Suguru’s fiancée.

“Hey, sorry we’re late!” Cindy said, her voice bubbly as she greeted the group. She gave you a quick hug, her perfume lingering even after she pulled away. “Suguru thought it’d be nice to come early and surprise everyone.”

You forced a polite smile, though your heart felt heavy. “It’s nice to see you, Cindy.”

She beamed. “You too! Isn’t this place magical? Suguru was just telling me about how you all used to come here as kids. It’s so sweet.”

Her words hit harder than you expected, a reminder of the memories you shared with Suguru that now seemed to belong to someone else.

As the group began to move through the market, you found yourself trailing behind, your gaze occasionally drifting to Suguru and Cindy. They were inseparable, holding hands, sharing whispers, laughing together. At one point, Suguru adjusted Cindy’s scarf with a tenderness that made your stomach twist.

“Hey.” Shoko’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. She had fallen back to walk beside you, her sharp eyes studying your face. “You okay?”

You nodded quickly, not trusting yourself to speak.

She sighed, slipping her arm through yours as the two of you wandered toward a stall selling handmade ornaments. “You don’t have to pretend with me, you know.”

“I’m fine,” you murmured, though you didn’t believe it.

Shoko didn’t press further, but her presence was a comfort nonetheless. As the morning went on, you tried to focus on the market: the glittering lights, the cheerful music, the scent of holiday treats. But no matter how hard you tried, your gaze kept drifting back to Suguru and Cindy, and the realization settled in your chest like a weight: this trip wasn’t going to be as simple as you had hoped.

You told yourself it was time to let go, but the ache in your chest wouldn’t subside.

“Shoko, I'll be back in a bit”, before she could protest you turned into a quieter part of the market, drawn to a small stall tucked away in the corner. The vibrant hues of oil paintings caught her eye landscapes of snowy peaks, quiet villages, and vivid sunsets.

“You have a good eye,” a low, smooth voice said.

You turned, startled, and found yourself face-to-face with a man who could have stepped out of one of the paintings himself. His dark coat was tailored to perfection, his scarf loosely draped over his shoulders. His eyes, a deep, piercing shade, were focused on her with quiet curiosity.

“Oh, I was just looking,” you said, your voice soft as you turned your gaze back to the painting in front of you.

“And now you’re being modest,” he replied with a small smile, stepping beside you. “That one’s my favorite too. The way the light plays off the snow it’s tricky to capture that feeling.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “You painted these?”

“I did.” His smile grew, a touch of pride glinting in his eyes. “My name’s Shui. I’ve been exhibiting in Europe for a while now. And you?”

You hesitated. “I’m just... here with friends. We’re visiting for Christmas.”

“Well, whoever your friends are, they’re lucky to have you. You seem to notice details most people overlook,” he said, his voice gentle, as though the words were meant only for you.

The compliment caught you off guard, and you felt a blush creep into your cheeks. “I’m not sure about that.”

Shui tilted his head, studying you like a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. “Tell me, what brought you here? To this part of the market?”

You hesitated. The truth felt too heavy to admit to a stranger. Instead, you shrugged. “I guess I wanted to get away from the noise. This place feels... quieter.”

He nodded knowingly. “Quiet is good. It lets you see things more clearly. Like this.” He gestured toward the painting you had been admiring. “That piece was inspired by a winter I spent alone in the Alps. Sometimes solitude brings clarity.”

You looked at him then, really looked at him. There was something grounding about his presence, a quiet strength that made you feel like you didn’t have to pretend.

“You sound like you’ve figured things out,” you said softly.

“Not entirely,” he admitted with a small laugh. “But I’ve learned that the right people and moments come when you least expect them.”

The words hung in the air between the both of you, heavy with meaning. For the first time in days, the weight on your heart felt a little lighter.

Shui’s smile returned, warmer now. “If you’re not in a rush, I’d love to show you a gallery nearby. They’re exhibiting some of my larger works. Call it an artist’s shameless self-promotion.”

You hesitated, glancing back toward the bustling part of the market where your friends were. But the thought of facing Suguru and Cindy again made your heart sink. “I think I’d like that.”

“Good.” Shui extended his arm. “Shall we?”

You looped your arm through his, and together, you both walked into the snowy morning , leaving the noise of the market behind. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you were stepping into something new, something that didn’t revolve around Suguru.

16 December 2024

Over the next few days, Shui kept appearing inviting you over for coffee, joining you for a quiet walk in the snow. His presence helped you feel seen in a way you haven't before, igniting a sense of independence and hope.

The ice rink shimmered under the warm glow of fairy lights strung above, their golden light reflecting off the smooth, frozen surface. Laughter and the soft sounds of skates gliding over ice filled the air. You found yourself gripping Shui's arm tightly as you wobbled on the blades, trying not to fall for the third time that evening.

“Easy there,” Shui said, chuckling. His hand steadied you, resting gently on your waist. “You’re not bad at this; you just need a little confidence.”

You laughed softly, feeling the tips of your ears burn from both the cold and his touch. “You’re just being nice. I’m pretty sure I’m a danger to everyone on this rink.”

“You’re doing great,” he insisted, flashing you a warm smile that made your heart skip.

Unbeknownst to you, Suguru stood at the edge of the rink, leaning against the wooden railing. His dark eyes followed your every movement, the cigarette between his fingers forgotten as it burned down to ash. Each laugh you shared with Shui, every time you leaned into him for support, sent an unfamiliar pang through his chest.

“What’s with the long face?” Shoko appeared beside him, her wine glass still half-full, her sharp gaze cutting straight through him.

“I’m fine,” Suguru muttered, his tone clipped. He exhaled slowly, the smoky patterns of his breath mixing with the cold air.

Shoko raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. She followed his gaze, landing on you and Shui spinning awkwardly on the ice, laughing like children. “They look good together, don’t they?”

Suguru’s jaw tightened, and he looked away. “I guess.”

Shoko smirked, taking a sip of her wine. “You guess? You don’t sound too thrilled about it.”

He frowned, the irritation in his chest growing. “Why would I care? She can do whatever she wants.”

Shoko tilted her head, studying him like a puzzle. “You know, for someone who doesn’t care, you’ve been staring at her all night.”

His silence betrayed him, and Shoko’s smirk deepened. She leaned in closer, her voice lowering. “You know what your problem is, Suguru? You’ve spent so long convincing yourself you don’t feel anything for her that you actually started to believe it. But seeing her with someone else? That’s not jealousy, is it?” She paused, letting the words sink in. “It’s regret.”

Suguru’s chest tightened, her words hitting harder than he wanted to admit. He didn’t answer, couldn’t answer.

Shoko straightened, brushing imaginary dust off her coat. “Figure it out, Suguru. Before it’s too late.” With that, she walked off, leaving him standing there, his thoughts swirling as heavily as the snow falling around him.

Later during the night, the rink cleared out a bit as the group reconvened, some of them sitting by the edge with hot chocolate while others skated lazily around. Cindy was chatting animatedly with Haibara, completely unaware of Suguru’s distracted state.

You had just stepped off the rink to fix your skates when Suguru appeared beside you, his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. His presence caught you off guard.

“You’re getting better out there,” he said, his voice softer than usual.

You looked up at him, surprised. “Thanks. Shui’s been helping a lot.”

At the mention of Shui, Suguru’s jaw tightened, though he forced a small smile. “You seem... happy.”

You blinked, unsure of what to say. “I guess I am. It’s been nice.”

He nodded, glancing down at the ice. There was a tension in the air, a silence that felt heavier than it should. Finally, he spoke again. “Can we talk? Just for a second.”

The sincerity in his tone caught you off guard. You nodded, following him a few steps away from the group.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked, your breath visible in the cold air.

He hesitated, his dark eyes searching yours as though trying to find the right words. “I just... I wanted to say I’ve noticed how different you’ve been lately. With him.”

You blinked. “With Shui?”

He nodded, his gaze dropping to the ground. “Yeah. It’s... good. You deserve to be happy.”

The words felt forced, and you could hear the strain in his voice. Before you could respond, he stepped closer, his warmth cutting through the cold air between you.

“But…” He stopped, his breath hitching. “It’s hard to see you with someone else.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, his words hanging heavy in the air. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, as he leaned in slightly, his gaze. His words hung in the air knowingly, as he moved a bit closer,the space so small closing in as your breathing, became much more rigid.

What was this feeling?

Frustration? Guilt? No. This was entirely different. This was pure, unfiltered anger.

For years, you had swallowed your feelings, buried them deep beneath the surface where they couldn’t hurt you—or him. You had watched him love someone else, choose someone else, while you stayed silent, convincing yourself it was better this way. And now, just when you’d started to heal, just when you’d found someone who made you feel seen and whole again, here he was. And for what? To pull you back into the storm you’d barely survived?

Your hand moved before your mind could catch up, the sharp sound of the slap cutting through the cold air. Suguru’s head turned slightly from the impact, his dark hair falling into his face. He didn’t flinch, didn’t even raise a hand to stop you.

“How dare you,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion. “How dare you make me feel like this. After all these years after ignoring me, after choosing her—you think you can just show up and ruin the one thing that’s finally made me happy?”

Suguru turned back to face you, his cheek reddened but his expression unreadable. His dark eyes, however, betrayed him. There was something there—something raw and vulnerable that you didn’t want to see.

“I never meant to hurt you,” he said quietly.

“Then stop,” you snapped, your voice rising. “Stop doing this. Stop making me feel like I’m losing my mind. You don’t get to do this to me, Suguru. Not now.”

He stepped closer, and you instinctively took a step back, but he reached out, his hand brushing against yours. “I didn’t realize,” he started, his voice breaking slightly, “how much I was losing until I saw you with him.”

“That’s not my fault,” you said, your voice shaking with anger and hurt. “You don’t get to want me now just because you’re scared of losing me. You made your choice, Suguru. You chose Cindy. And I chose to move on. For fucks sake you're engaged Suguru!”The last sentence cut through him like a blade,almost as if he forgot.

His grip on your wrist tightened—not enough to hurt, but enough to stop you from walking away. “I was scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I thought I could ignore it, that it was just in my head. But it wasn’t. It’s never been in my head, and now it’s too late, isn’t it?”

You opened your mouth to respond, to throw another fiery remark at him, but before you could, his lips crashed against yours.

The kiss was desperate, almost feverish, like he was trying to say everything he couldn’t put into words. You froze, every part of you screaming to push him away, but for a moment—just one moment you let yourself feel it. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer, and it was as though the entire world disappeared.

Reality snapped back like a whip. You shoved him away, your breath ragged as you stared at him in disbelief. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you hissed, your hand trembling as you wiped your lips.

Suguru's lips parted, his dark eyes filled with regret and something else—something you didn't want to name.

"I—" he started, but the words caught in his throat.

Before either of you could say anything else, a voice cut through the icy tension, slicing it in two.

"What’s going on here?"

You froze, your blood running cold as you turned toward the sound. Cindy stood a few feet away, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her gaze shifting between you and Suguru. Her eyes narrowed, her usually soft features hardening into something unrecognizable.

Suguru immediately straightened, his expression unreadable as he turned to face her. “Cindy,” he said, his voice unnaturally calm.

“Don’t ‘Cindy’ me,” she snapped, stepping closer. “I saw it. I saw you kiss her.”

Your heart plummeted to your stomach, panic rising like a tidal wave. “It’s not what you think—”

“Oh, spare me,” Cindy cut you off, her voice sharp enough to draw blood. Her gaze locked on Suguru, her voice shaking with anger. “How long has this been going on? Was this some kind of sick joke between the two of you?”

“It’s not like that,” Suguru said quickly, his voice firm but tinged with desperation. “It just... happened.”

“‘It just happened’?” Cindy echoed, her voice rising. “Are you kidding me, Suguru? We’re engaged! Or did that just ‘happen’ too?”

The group, drawn by the commotion, began to gather nearby. Shoko was the first to approach, her sharp eyes darting between the three of you as she pieced together the scene.

“What’s going on?” Shoko asked, her voice steady but laced with concern.

Cindy turned to her, her voice cracking. “What’s going on is that I just caught my fiancé kissing her.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. You wanted to disappear, to run and never look back. Instead, you stood frozen, your gaze fixed on the ground as everyone’s eyes turned toward you.

“Cindy,” Suguru said again, stepping toward her. “I know how this looks, but—”

“Don’t,” she interrupted, her voice breaking. Tears filled her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to let them fall. “I trusted you. I believed in us. And this—this is what you do?”

For a moment, Suguru looked utterly lost, his calm facade shattered. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said quietly.

“But you did,” Cindy shot back, her voice trembling. “And the worst part? You didn’t even think about me. About us. Not for a second.”

She turned on her heel, walking away before anyone could stop her. The group stood in stunned silence, the festive air of the rink now heavy with tension. Your brimming eyes caught Shui, and your heart broke at the sight.

Shoko was the first to move, stepping closer to you. “Are you okay?” she asked softly.

You shook your head, unable to speak. Your gaze flickered to Suguru, who stood there, his shoulders slumped as he watched Cindy’s retreating figure.

“I should go,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Shoko nodded, her hand resting lightly on your arm. “I’ll come with you.”

As the two of you walked away, you could feel Suguru’s eyes on your back, the weight of his gaze like a physical pull. But you didn’t look back. You couldn’t. Not this time.

24 December 2024

The amount of days that has passed and the amount of guilt that surrounded your heart was unbearable. Your eyes swollen from all the tears you've spilled these past few days,are now stained through a soaking wet pillow.

Cindy.

Your mind drifted. The pain in your chest could never compare to the heartbreak she might be feeling now, the weight of guilt still clung to you like a heavy cloak, threatening to drown in despair. You never wanted to be the other woman, never in a million years have you thought of yourself that way,but yet here you are.

The other woman.

A knock was heard from your cosy Swiss Chalet. It was nearly seven—in the morning, who could be here so early?

With a deep sigh, you pushed yourself out of bed and made your way to the door. Opening the door widely, there she stood.

Cindy as perfect as ever, with her long black hair and red lips. The way she looked at you you couldn't tell if it was pure anger or if she felt sorry for you. The silence was erupted, softy by her sweet tone, “May I come in?”.

You nodded as, you opened the door widely for her to enter. The clack of her heels and long brown coat made her look so elegantly, you couldn't help but admire her.

You both seated, in the living room. Not one of you uttering a word so far.

“Cindy.. I-” you interrupted.

“I always knew he loved you”, she whispered as her eyes caught yours. The confession made your heart swell for a moment but yet break for her.

““...he always found reasons to be near you,” Cindy finished softly, her voice cracking just slightly. She looked down at her hands, fidgeting with the gold bracelet on her wrist, and you could see the weight of her words pressing down on her.

You swallowed hard, guilt surging through you like a tidal wave. “Cindy, I… I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I never—”

She raised a hand to stop you. “Please, don’t. I’m not here to point fingers or assign blame. I’ve had weeks to process this, and… I’ve come to terms with it.” Her red lips curved into a faint, bittersweet smile. “Suguru and I… we weren’t meant to be. I see that now.”

Her words stung more than you expected. You knew she was right; there was no denying the unspoken connection between you and Suguru. But the last thing you ever wanted was to hurt Cindy.

“I broke off the engagement,” she continued, her tone steady but void of the anger you half-expected. “We’ve decided to go our separate ways. It’s for the best.”

“I’m so sorry, Cindy.” Your voice was barely a whisper. “If I could go back, I’d—”

“Don’t,” she said again, her gaze sharp but not unkind. “What’s done is done. Suguru… he loves you. He always has. I just—” She took a deep breath, as if steadying herself. “I just hope you’ll take care of him. That’s all I ask.”

You nodded, tears threatening to spill as you reached out to touch her hand. “I promise.”

Cindy stood then, her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor. She adjusted her coat and gave you one last look, her expression unreadable. “Goodbye,” she said simply, and then she was gone, leaving behind a whirlwind of emotions.

The door had barely closed behind her when you felt a presence behind you. Turning, you saw Shui standing in the hallway, arms crossed, his face clouded with a mixture of hurt and confusion.

“Shui…” you began, guilt tightening your chest. “I didn’t know you were here.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “You didn’t need to. I saw everything.”

You stepped closer, desperation creeping into your voice. “I’m sorry, Shui. I never meant for you to get caught up in all of this.”

He exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t have to apologize to me. But you should’ve been honest—with Cindy, with Suguru, and with yourself. This didn’t have to end like this.”

“I know,” you said quietly, your voice barely audible. “I know I messed up. I’ll fix it, I promise.”

Shui studied you for a long moment before nodding slightly, his expression softening just a fraction. “Just… don’t let Cindy’s sacrifice be for nothing,” he said before walking away, leaving you alone with the crushing weight of everything that had happened.

You sat down on the couch, the silence of the room pressing in around you. Cindy’s words echoed in your mind, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to fully acknowledge the truth: you had to make things right, not just for Suguru, but for everyone who had been hurt in the process. And this time, you wouldn’t let them down.

25 December 2024

Finally, it was Christmas morning. Suguru busied himself with last-minute touches, his hands steady as he arranged the garlands around the hearth. The soft hum of laughter and chatter filled the room as friends gathered near the twinkling Christmas tree, their faces lit with joy. Despite the warmth and festive air, Suguru's thoughts were elsewhere, swirling with unease and anticipation.

“Suguru,” Gojo’s unmistakable voice broke through his focus. Suguru turned, only to find his friend wearing a knowing grin. “Stop pretending you’re not looking for someone,” Gojo teased, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

Suguru opened his mouth to retort, but then his breath hitched. There you were, standing by the doorway, wrapped in a soft sweater and scarf, snowflakes still melting in your hair. The world seemed to still as his gaze locked onto yours for the first time in weeks. A flood of emotions, relief, longing, and something deeper rushed through him as your lips curved into a tentative smile.

“Hey,” you said softly, stepping further into the room.

“Hey,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

The morning unfolded in a whirlwind of torn wrapping paper, shared laughter, and playful banter. But Suguru’s focus never strayed far from you. When it was his turn, he reached under the tree and pulled out a small, carefully wrapped package, his hands trembling slightly as he handed it to you.

“This is for you,” he murmured, his dark eyes watching your reaction intently.

You blinked, surprised, before carefully unwrapping the gift. Inside was a delicate necklace a simple gold chain with a tiny charm shaped like a star. It sparkled faintly under the warm glow of the Christmas lights.

“It reminded me of you,” he admitted, his voice low. “You’ve always been the brightest thing in my life.”

Your heart clenched at his words, and for a moment, you forgot everyone else in the room. “Suguru… it’s perfect. Thank you.”

As the day slipped into evening and the snowstorm outside intensified, the group gradually dispersed, leaving you and Suguru alone by the fireplace. The flames crackled softly, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Wrapped in a shared blanket, you both sat close, the warmth of the fire chasing away the chill in the air.

“I missed this,” Suguru said, breaking the comfortable silence. He glanced at you, his gaze tender. “Us. Talking. Laughing. Just… being.”

“I missed it too,” you admitted, resting your head on his shoulder. “I missed you.”

The hours stretched as you reminisce about old memories—late-night adventures, inside jokes, and moments of unspoken connection. The weight of the weeks apart seemed to dissolve with every shared smile, every stolen glance.

At some point, the conversation lulled, and Suguru tilted his head to look at you. His hand reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Before you could respond, his lips met yours. The kiss was slow at first, soft and exploratory, but quickly deepened as weeks of longing poured into the moment. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the firelight danced around you.

“Suguru,” you breathed against his lips, your voice trembling with both desire and uncertainty.

“Come with me,” he murmured, his eyes dark with intent. He stood, pulling you to your feet, and without a second thought, the two of you slipped away into the stormy night.

His room was dimly lit, the faint glow of the snowstorm filtering through the curtains. The air was thick with unspoken words as he guided you inside, his hands warm and steady against yours.

Your skin was greeted by the soft kisses of his lips. There was no worries, no longer the wait that you have spent years on waiting for this man. Finally he had you all to himself.

Your heart pounded as his hands came into contact with your satin shirt. His kisses didn't fail once as the goosebumps seem to appear on your skin. A lowly chuckle could be heard from him as his hands made their way to your breasts only to squeeze them together.

Slowly the remaining clothes you both wore were on the floor. You laid there naked, on this very day just for him. Your voluptuous body made it hard for him to breathe in this now hot room. His now dark eyes ranked over your figure,imagining all the dirty things he can do to you.

Slowly his hands explored your now naked thighs,squeezing the soft flesh. A moan treated to escape your now red lips.

“The way, I used to imagine this, fuck”, his thick voice now clouded with lust. He pulled your now burning body, close the edge of the bed only to get down on your knees.

Never in your dreams have you thought this would happen. Suguru Geto down on his knees for you. His tongues darted out as he finally reached your waters, a low groan escaped his throat just enough to wake your core. The taste of you on his tongue was like heaven itself, a lustful man like himself has finally tasted the meal he most surely has been craving for the longest time

“Oh my-...” the muffled moans that were drawn from your pretty mouth, and your now arched figure was something he could now control. His tongue interned your now tight hole, with this action your hands flung to his long luscious locks.

“Suguru, oh my gosh”, a smirk invaded Suguru’s lips as he finally looked at your face. His one finger slipped in without permission, he slowly pumped the digest, driving you to ecstasy.

“So damn wet, can you hear yourself?” the question came out vaguely as he chuckled,proud of himself was an understatement. He made a mission for you to hear the sounds that escaped your now wet core.

“Suguru, please… ” you moaned louder as he started to go faster,and started licking your clit.

“Oh - Oh-Oh my.. fuck” your hands gripped onto him for dear life as you felt that familiar feeling creeping.

“Did you sleep with him?” What stupid questions was this man asking you? , while you were on the verge of coming. A loud slap could be heard as his one hand came into contact with the soft flesh of your thigh along with a sudden gasp from you.

“Answer me, I asked you a question”, his tone low and demanding as your eyes made contact with him.

“No…. I didn't” the words finally came out in a low cry.

“Good because you, belong to me” he murmured softly to you.

With his fingers so deep in you, his kisses made their way to your breasts only to sucked on your now sensitive nipples. Your breasts bounced slightly the faster his fingers went.His kisses finally reached your ear only to whisper the dirtiest secrets to you.

“Cum for me baby”his voice haled, and just like that he made you feel true ecstasy. His name rolled off your lips as he continued his ministries,until he rode out your orgasm.

The soft rhythm of your breathing filled the quiet space, and Suguru’s dark eyes roamed your face, searching for any hint of hesitation or concern. For the first time, you could truly see him—not just the man in front of you, but the intensity and passion that had always burned beneath the surface. It was overwhelming, almost too much, yet it felt right.

His lips found yours again, slow and deliberate, as though he had all the time in the world. His kiss carried a tenderness that made your heart flutter, and your hands instinctively cupped his cheek. A smile tugged at your lips as you remembered slapping him not long ago. The irony wasn’t lost on either of you.

His deep voice broke the moment, pulling a laugh from you. “At least I know my girl’s got a mean slap,” he teased, his grin devilish.

“You deserved it,” you shot back, your voice softer but still firm. “For everything you put me through.”

He didn’t deny it. Instead, his smile deepened, an unspoken acknowledgment that your words were true.

When he kissed you again, it was different. The slow tenderness gave way to something rougher, more urgent. His hands framed your waist as he lowered himself, his body fitting perfectly against yours. The warmth of him, the weight, the unspoken promise—it was enough to make your heart race.

Suguru hesitated, his movements slowing as his dark eyes met yours. He knew your boundaries, understood the reverence you held for yourself and your body. It hadn’t been years for him, but he knew it had been for you—since before you left high school, since the last boyfriend you had allowed close. That thought only made him more careful, more determined to handle you with care.

He pressed his lips to yours once more, a silent reassurance. His touch was reverent, patient, yet full of the fire that only Suguru could bring. He was ready—but only if you were, too.

Your eyes met for the slightest moment before his member stretched you out softly. A low moan could be heard from you as you wrapped your thighs around his hips.

“Fuck, you feel good” he mumbled against your skin kissing your colrbone—sucking on the soft spot to ease the unfamiliar feeling. Slowly he started to pump his member in and out of you stretching, your now tight woman hood just for him.

Your moans didn't go unnoticed by his actions ,as started sucking onto your right nipple.

“You feel that baby?” he asked you as you looked at him. A simple nod and moan slip your mouth.

“Fuck” he cursed underneath his breath. Without a word, you were on your stomach only for him to lift you slowly, pulling your hair slightly as he slid into you again.

“Oh my fuck, Suguru” this position made everything much more pleasant.

A loud slap was heard for the second time that night against your ass, a sign of dominance. You cried out loudly, the stinging feeling bringing a whole new sensation.

“Mine, all mine. It's like you were for me” he repeated his words as you felt his member twitch inside you. You couldn’t help but squeeze around him, only making him hiss at the pleasure.

“Come on baby, I'm close. Fuck” he gave you one last smack as he let go of your hair.

“Suguru I'm close” he hummed at your response and he started going faster and faster. Your second orgasm was finally approaching for the night,the tingling feeling starting to swell up in your core as you felt the way Suguru hit that one spot over and over again.

Finally you came along with him,the feeling of him filling your core with such ease, didn't go unnoticed. Your trembling figure laid out before him, as Suguru milked his way out, making sure none of his seeds go to waste.

The exhausted sound which came from him as he collapsed on top of your now, wet body.

Silence was all that could be heard as you lay beneath him, the storm outside a faint whisper against the windows. Suguru’s warm breath fanned against your skin, and for a moment, neither of you moved, both lost in the intensity of what had just unfolded.

Then, with a tenderness that made your heart ache, he gathered you against him, pulling you into his arms so you rested against his chest. His fingers traced lazy circles along your back, grounding you in the moment as you both basked in the quiet intimacy.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice soft and full of awe. “I never thought this would happen… that I’d have you like this.”

You tilted your head to look up at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I guess Christmas miracles do exist.”

He chuckled, the deep, rich sound vibrating against your ear. “If you’re my miracle, then I must’ve been really good this year.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence again, the weight of unspoken emotions finally lifting. Suguru’s hand moved to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch so gentle it sent shivers down your spine.

“Do you regret it?” he asked suddenly, his tone hesitant, as though he feared your answer.

You shook your head, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. “Not for a second. I’ve wanted this—wanted you—for so long, Suguru.”

His arms tightened around you, as though he couldn’t bear to let you go. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret it,” he promised, his voice thick with emotion.

“You already have,” you whispered, your voice catching as your heart swelled with love.

The storm outside seemed to ease, the wind quieting as if nature itself was giving you this moment of peace. Suguru leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and reassuring.

“You’re everything to me,” he said softly, his dark eyes searching yours. “I want to build a life with you. Whatever happens, I want you by my side.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, but they were happy ones. “I’m not going anywhere, Suguru. This is exactly where I’m meant to be.”

He smiled, a rare, unguarded expression that made him look almost boyish. “Good. Because I don’t think I’d survive losing you again.”

Nestled together, you both drifted into lighthearted conversation—talking about future plans, inside jokes, and everything in between. Suguru shared stories about his childhood, his dreams, and even the little things he loved about you that he’d never had the courage to say before.

By the time the storm completely passed, dawn was beginning to creep through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. Suguru’s arms tightened around you one last time as you both lay there, utterly content.

“Christmas will never be the same again,” he said, his voice laced with affection.

“No,” you agreed, pressing a final kiss to his lips. “It’ll be better.”

And as the morning light filled the room, you knew that this was just the beginning of a lifetime of happiness with Suguru by your side.

©suguru's-thoughts 2024, do not copy or translate my work. art work does not belong to me all credit goes out to the the artist. my banners are from the lovely @adornedwithlight!! 🤍

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a/n — just a reminder I was tired when I wrote the smut part, so there was less passion in my opinion . My writing usually has so much passion in the especially in those scenes I dislike it so much when I write smuts so vaguely :') I'll make sure to make it better when I do the rest of the ingredients for Fruitcake !! 🍰

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You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet with his arms crossed, his brow raising as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute. You sit up in your shared bed, then call out to him. “Ryo.” 

“Hm.” He doesn’t look up. 

“May I ask what you are doing?” 

“The little brat is staring,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly. “I am simply staring at her in return.” 

Inside of the bassinet, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyes—exactly like her father’s—glitter with interest. You hear her giggle, and you scoff lightly and return your gaze to your book. “She thinks you’re playing a game.” 

“I am doing no such thing.” 

You flip a page. “Put a hand over your face for a few seconds.” He doesn’t respond, but you know he listens. “M’kay, now lift.” There’s silence for a few seconds, then your daughter bursts into a fit of giggles. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes. “I do not understand what is so entertaining about that.” When you look up again, you see that he’s covering his face again, then revealing himself to get the same reaction from the baby.

“It’s called peek-a-boo. It’s a game most babies love to play.” 

The little princess babbles as she lifts her arms up, and Sukuna tilts his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

You snicker. “One: You’ll figure out what she’s saying the more you talk with her. Two: She wants you to pick her up.” 

He sighs dramatically, then reaches into the bassinet to pick up the small girl. Though she has her father’s eyes, she has your hair, the shape of your nose, and your ears. She also has your fearlessness, because she smiles directly in the face of the king of curses. Now at his eye level, she reaches her arms towards him excitedly. “What is it now, you brat? I’m already carrying you.” 

He looks over at you in question, and your smile grows. “She wants to touch your face,” you say. 

“Why?” 

“Because she’s a baby, and she’s curious.” 

Sukuna pulls her closer, and once in range, his daughter lays her tiny hands against his marked face. She giggles more, and you can see his eyes soften. “Hmph. You have your mother’s smile.” 

— — — —

The next morning, you walk into the kitchen where you hear Sukuna speaking with someone. When he turns to the side, you see your daughter nestled in the crook of one of his muscular arms, staring up at him as he concluded whatever story he was telling her. 

“...At the end of the battle, only I remained. Victory was mine.” 

The baby babbles excitedly, and Sukuna scoffs. “Ha, you will do no such thing. How do you expect to join me in battle when you aren’t even a year old, brat?” 

Her face scrunches in what looks like annoyance, and she repeats to him what he taught her the night before. “Hmph.” 

You burst into laughter, and Sukuna raises a brow at the little girl in his arms. “Great. Your mother’s smile, and her attitude.”