#dad!geto

[strawberrychansora]

papa!geto comes home exhausted after a long day of cult business, only to be reminded of what matters most by his favorite tiny human.

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content: pure fluff, husband!suguru x wife!reader

the soft light of the living room filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the hardwood floors. you’re sitting on the sofa, watching the most precious sight in the world: your three-year-old daughter, a miniature version of suguru with her dark hair pulled into two little pig tails and those striking purple eyes she inherited from your husband, as she waddled towards him.

she’s clutching her bunny plushie suguru had bought her—the one she refuses to leave the house without—against her chest. her chubby cheeks bounce with every step.

suguru is leaning back in his armchair, his eyes closed. the day has been long. the cult meetings, the political posturing, and the lingering, bitter taste of curses he had to consume earlier are weighing heavy on him. he looks exhausted, the faint lines of a headache forming between his brows.

your daughter stops at his knees, her head tilting to the side. she climbs up, her movements uncoordinated but determined, until she’s settled right in his lap. she presses her face against his chest, her physical need for affection showing in the way she immediately molds herself to him.

"hm?" she hums, tilting her head back to look at him. "daddy sad?"

suguru’s eyes flutter open. the moment they land on her, the tension in his shoulders vanishes. the cold, distant leader of the religious group is gone, replaced entirely by a man who is utterly devoted to the little girl in front of him.

"sad?" he repeats softly, his voice raspy but infinitely tender.

she nods solemnly and holds out her bunny, pushing the plush into his chest. "here. bunny make it better. he brave. and daddy brave. he gwuard daddy."

a small, genuine chuckle breaks from suguru’s throat—a sound he only ever makes within these walls. he takes the bunny with one hand and wraps his other arm securely around her small frame, pulling her into a tight cuddle.

"is that so?" he whispers, kissing the top of her head. "thank you, princess. daddy is fine, just a little tired from work. but i feel much better now that you're guarding me."

he spends a few minutes just peppering her face with kisses, making her squeal and wriggle with laughter, her chubby hands patting his cheeks. his heart is visibly full, the darkness of his job completely forgotten in the presence of her innocence.

finally, he looks up and catches your eye. his expression softens even further, a look of pure contentment washing over his features. he shifts on the chair, making room, and opens his free arm toward you.

"come here, baby," he says, his voice a warm invitation.

you walk over and sink into the space beside him. suguru lets out a long, shaky, but happy sigh, pulling you both close. he rests his head back, one hand stroking your arm and the other holding your daughter as she drifts off to sleep against him.

"my favorite girls," he mutters, closing his eyes again. "my whole world."

[pinkbowarchives]

If ur still doing requests, would you be okay with writing Older Geto x younger daughter fluff? Could be like head canons or a Drabble!!

A/N: YESS! SEND ME MORE OF UR ASKS AND THOUGHTS I WANT IT ALLL! OFC I CAN daddy geto is so ngngnghfnf🤤

CW: inappropriate father daughter relationship || (boundary crossing, being your bf but also ur dad) Reader is BLACK|| slight suggestiveness || forced infantilization || Geto is like a sexy silver fox so 40s and reader is like 18 || as always DDNE DEAD DOVE DO NOT EATTTT! ANTIS BLOCK AND DNI AND RMB DONT LIKE DONT READ!

Dad!Geto spoiled you rotten growing up. Always doing your hair or getting someone he trusted to do your hair

and when i say you had all the signature styles growing up i mean ALL. He’d especially add beads or those little plastic hair clips, but his favorite is putting your hair into a ponytail with a few twists, braids or cutesy hair clips.

even when you grew older Suguru still insisted on doing your hair, washing your face, picking out your clothes and dressing you. He couldn’t help it, You were his princess!

i honestly think geto would make you still call him “Daddy” even if you grew out of it. He’d probably dangle little things over your head like access to your phone, Tv access, maybe even the right to wear panties

Also the man smothers you. Physically and metaphorically, always wanting to know what you’re doing and why. How you’re feeling and what can he do to help. just all up in your business! and if you express any annoyance or slight rebellion he’ll get all puffy, sad and dramatic.

“you don’t love your daddy anymore!”

“why wont you let me care for you”

“has my baby outgrown me?!”

SO extra and He’ll only calm down if you love on him or give his kisses. And may I add he LOVES your kisses and kissing you.

Suguru would wake you up with kisses around your face, comfort you with kisses on your lips, and a sweet kiss on your forehead to make you sleep

Sometimes tho, Suguru feels like he’s not enough for you. He’s older now; grayer hairs, smile lines and crows feet. (His hair is as beautiful tho and hes still SO fine)

so sometimes he puts little ideas in your head to make you stay home. something about a girl being kidnapped.. something about pretty brown girls being prone to traffic etc.

he’s definitely one of those parents who sends you videos or news of people being kidnapped or horrible stuff happening to them when you ask to go out or leave. and to be honest he did a good job at making you fearful, being a black girl in japan and all. He made it a point to ALWAYS be with him at all times

And when he succeeds he spends all his time at home with his baby, all you need is him anyways. Giving you sloppy kisses as he coos into your ears

“so pretty hmm? my pretty girl”

“Love you so muchh, ‘sweetest girl ever”

One of his favorite things to do with you is to play with your hair. He has the bathroom STACKED with curling gel, moose, demi brushes, defining cream. He makes you sit between his legs as he detangles and defines your hair. Theirs just something so pretty when your hair is showing your curl pattern— another reason why its his favorite is because it makes you cry

Its not that he’s attracted to it (he very much is) He just loves comforting you. You’re just so tender-headed— You cant help it! The way the brush sometimes snags at your hair makes you recoil in response

Of course he’d kiss it better but the thought of you needing him in every way just fills him with so much dopamine

A/N: i hope you enjoy! ngl i like rhis tame stuff and rmb my reqs or inbox is open so go crazy lol but also note that i may not do every and all reqs. And if i do keep in mind that it may be awhile since i have a lot of other wips

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[kingkaisen]

hello! may i request geto x !preganant! reader if it isn’t too much trouble? got baby fever 🤒

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 — SUGURU G.

♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: fluff, fem reader, feat. gojo & nanami.

♡ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 900

Suguru made a promise to himself when he discovered that you were carrying his child: he would be an amazing father and husband.

And although he was nervous, he was excited too, calling Satoru and Kento to tell them the excellent news immediately.

One day, you arrived home to see the three men sitting on the ground in the spacious room that would become the nursery for your little girl. Scattered pieces of wood, tools, and paper decorated the floor, surrounding the bewildered men.

“What’s going on?” You questioned.

“Hi sweetheart,” Suguru smiled pleasantly. “We’re building the crib.”

“Already?” You laughed a bit. “It’s a little too soon, don’t you think?”

“You know how much I like to be prepared,” Suguru playfully frowned at Satoru. “It was going well until Satoru spilled his water on the directions.”

“Hey,” the white-haired man paused. “It’s Uncle Satoru. That’s the only way I wanna be addressed now.”

Kento laughed softly. With the way the other man had been rambling on and on about becoming an uncle over the past few weeks, one would have thought he and Suguru were actually related by blood. But, of course, that didn’t matter.

They were family.

You all were.

“You guys keep working,” Suguru suddenly got off the floor, moving the hammer away from his lap. “I’ll be right back.”

Approaching you, your husband took your hand and guided you to your bedroom for a little privacy.

“How was your day? How are you feeling?” He asked, pressing his hand against your belly.

“I’m great, just a little tired.”

Those words alarmed Suguru. His eyes widened just a bit.

He was overprotective. He couldn’t help it.

If he could have it his way, you would have been on strict bed rest as much as possible throughout your entire pregnancy. But he knew it was important for you to move around. Even so, he was worried.

Without another word, Suguru pulled back the sheets of your bed and grabbed a change of clothes from your dresser.

He helped you switch into your comfortable clothing before tucking you in underneath the sheets.

“I’m pregnant, I’m not sick,” you said teasingly, resting your head against your comfortable pillow.

“But you are tired,” Suguru leaned down, kissing your cheek.

“I’ll get started on dinner, okay?”

“Okay,” you replied with a grin, grabbing the remote off of your nightstand, and getting ready to switch on your favorite show.

“Don’t watch any of our shows without me or else I’m moving out,” Suguru joked as he walked out of the door.

“I won’t!” You shouted, scrolling past the television series that you and Suguru loved to watch while cuddling in bed together, sharing a bunch of snacks.

As Suguru opened the fridge, he was pleased to see that it was packed with groceries — and not random items, but ingredients that could make several meals.

And although he had done extensive research about what pregnant women could and couldn’t eat, he still pulled out his phone and googled:

good meals for pregnant women

Just then, he caught a glimpse of his entire search history. It was filled with similar questions, such as whether certain activities were safe for you and what to expect during that week of your pregnancy.

Suguru smiled a bit.

Soon, he would be googling what activities were safe for his little girl, and what milestones to expect at certain ages.

But he was nervous too. What if his little girl didn’t like him for some reason? What if something went wrong? What if he wasn’t cut out to be a father?

Just then, as those thoughts flooded in, his phone dinged. The screen had gone dark as he stood there, holding it with the fridge wide open, lost in thought, but when he glanced down at the screen, a text message from you appeared:

Hey, I didn’t feel like shouting and I know you’re just in the kitchen, but I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. Our little girl is going to be so lucky to have you as a father. I know I’m lucky to have you as a husband! Love you

Suguru smiled, a faint shade of pink dusting across his cheeks as he blushed.

Of course.

He didn’t have to go through any of it alone.

He had you, his soulmate. The love of his life.

Suguru was stirring a pot of boiling rice on the stove when he suddenly heard loud chatter coming from the incomplete nursery room.

“Hey,” Suguru peeked into the nursery, frowning in confusion. “What’s going on? You guys are being too loud.”

“As you can see, we built the crib successfully, but-”

“But I was saying that I should stand in it to make sure it’s sturdy. I want my niece to be safe.” Satoru suddenly interrupted Kento, who sighed in response.

“You’re too damn big, Satoru.” Grabbing a ripped-up piece of paper — it was the directions, or what was left of them — Kento leaned over, showing the significant words to Satoru. “See? Right here it says that the weight limit is fifty pounds.”

“Well, that seems dangerously low,” Satoru scratched his head. “How much does the average baby weigh?”

“Definitely not fifty pounds.”

Suguru laughed at the banter, and in the distance, he could hear you laughing at it too.

The sound of it warmed his heart.

He couldn’t wait to hear your baby laugh someday as well.

[honeyvenny]

So we all think geto is a girl dad right?

[nanamisonholiday]

I’m going to need more of dads bff nanami 😮‍💨 But this time he can’t resist himself 👀

You ask you recieve. dbf!Nanami is a dreamboat

here's a link to a previous dbf!Nanami fic

SHMUT

Lewd noises fill the bedroom as skin on skin slaps together, wetness pooling between them at every thrust of his hips. He swears he’s in heaven. All the waiting- it was worth it, all the lingering touches and glances, it was worth it. His hand covers your throat gently- his grip filled with love and care as his cock bullies its way into your heat. His plush lips kissing your temple as if your warm velvety insides weren’t gripping him with your weak mustered up strength. A lazy smile graces your pretty face making him lean closer to you like a moth to the flame. Truth spilling out of him with each thrust

“Y’look so fuck-ing beautiful baby”

Your scrunched up face in pleasure cries from his nonstop assault on your sensitve pussy- hand splayed on his stomach as a way to get him to slow down, even though deep- deep down you don’t want him too, not at all.

“S’big Kenny, so bigg- fuck”

Both eyes widen at the knock on the door- hearing your father call out

“Nanami have you seen my little girl around? It’s her turn to cut the cake this year”

Shit

Nanami doesn’t stop, he hasn't got the willpower to behave- not when he’s buried balls deep with your cum coating his balls. Instead he covers your mouth harshly only to pound slowly and deeply- a way to lower the noise to keep your father at bay

“No can’t say I have Geto- I’ll come help look in a minute”

There’s silence as if your father is contemplating his next move- Nanamis at a point of no return if your father decides to walk in to see his best friend doing the unthinkable to his sweet sweet daughter- folded like a pretzel getting fucked by none other than gentleman respectable Nanami. You whine at the added pressure in your tummy- tears in your eyes as Nanami glares at you, clamping his fingers harder into your cheeks- fuck you hope he leaves a mark. Toes helplessly curling as the coil snaps. You're surprised your father hasn’t stepped in out of curiosity of the odd behaviour of his friend or the strange noise coming from the room, but you suppose he’s more worried about your whereabouts.

“Alright, let me know if you see her”

You suck in a breathe as Nanami leans back, kissing your aching legs relentlessly fucking into you- an uncharacteristic smirk on his lips has your tummy summersaulting with butterflies. You desperately want to kiss that shit eating grin off. 

“Will do”

And with that your fathers footsteps are long forgotten as Nanami ups the pace to ruin you completely

“Y’mine baby, all mine yeah?”

“Yes daddy”

Daddy

Daddy

Nanami should feel some shame, a tiny bit of embarrassment at how hard it is for him to hold back a low groan when he hears you squeal out that god forbidden name, Espeically since he's no longer buried deep within in your warm wet cunt, but instead he's sat calmly in your garden amongst friends. amogst your family.

“Daddy put me down!”

Nanami keep his eyes trained on your revealed rump and that bewitching wet patch glaring at him within your panties. He knows they're cumstained and ruined, yet he swells with dirty pride knowing you eagerly put them back on to join your friends and family back downstairs. He's not the only once who's noticed, but so are the group of men he is sat with. Gojo smirks at the sight all while he has to adjust himself- whilst Toji low whistles. Not enough for Geto to hear, but enough for the group of men to know what their focus is on.

A deep voice interjecting their perverse thoughts- but really he's only voicing what they're thinking

“Whoever the lucky fucker is- must say, y’got some balls to do that with him around”

Gojo snickers at the implication, nothing does make him happier than seeing a dear friend like Kento Nanami shift in discomfort. Side eyeing said mans stiff shoulders at Sukunas words makes him grin from ear to ear- deciding it’s best to move on from the conversation as Geto approaches them. He may enjoy teasing Nanami, but now would not be the time to reveal secrets. Instead he opts for a small quip as he rises from his chair

“Lucky fucker indeed”

Geto smiles and waves as he walks towards them, breathless from playing around with his little family. His sweet little girl- if only he knew what all his friends were really talking about, what sloppily laid in your cotton underwear-it would wipe that smile off his face.

“What’d I miss?”

Nanami speaks before anyone has the right idea to snicker innuendos or inapropriate comments; as if he hadn't just fucked you ten minutes prior

“Oh nothing”

yoink- enjoy you thristy fucker

[honeystwiggypeach]

Bestie, I’m here with a new request. Scenario where their kids/kid are mama’s boy/girl and they want to do absolutely everything with her leaving them on the side all the time 😭😭 with toji, nanami, gojo, geto and sukuna,

Maybe you can do another one but with haikyuu boys 🫶🏻

I feel so bad for having let my requests fester especially when I see all the ones from my mutuals and stuff I’m just like… :(but it’s hopefully ok because I’m back trying to get to at least the request I know won’t overwhelm me too much!!(if you don’t see yours written yet just know I’m going to get to it sometime this week!!)I definitely can write one for haikyuu boys just let me know which ones you’d like!!tysm for the request pls if anyone has anything else they want to see let me know because I love writing requests(just got overwhelmed for a bit)

Tw- cursing(Toji calls Megumi a little shit affectionately, the word pissy), single dad Toji, reader pokes fun at how bad Sakuna’s singing is…

Toji

It’s Megumi he’s a huge mama’s boy after you two are introduced and Toji is silently jealous because it’s just been him and little squirt for so long and now when his girlfriend comes along his son suddenly rather spend time with her than his old man!

You’d met Toji when Megumi was only around four months old but your relationship didn’t begin until Megumi was around eight months old and definitely weren’t introduced until then.

However this still didn’t stop Megumi from wanting to be held by you all the time.

Toji watches as Megumi literally wiggles his way out of his arms and crawls into the kitchen because he’d heard you let out the tiniest sigh. Before Toji knows it you’re squealing down a little affectionate, “hi darling” falling from your lips as Megumi smiles up at you babbling as he lifts his arms to be held.

Toji huffs before getting out of his recliner and going into the kitchen.

“Little shit” he mumbles as he ruffles Megumi’s dark hair, “a little mama’s boy aren’t you” Megumi practically burrows his face into your shoulder as he smiles bashfully as if he understands Toji.

Nanami

He didn’t find it funny whenever he’d bring Yuuji home from the daycare and set him down only for him to run over to you chattering away about his day unprompted yet Nanami had to play fifty questions to get him to say what he wanted for dinner later.

But with you Yuuji was babbling ninety to nothing about how much he wanted to try the spaghetti you’d promised to make this morning.

But while Nanami is a bit jealous, he still is happy, because Yuuji loves you both even though he’s a little more comfortable with you than he is nanami.

Gojo

Literally jealous, pouting the whole entire time it’s so bad it’s not even funny😭

Your daughter hadn’t even made one yet so she was continuing to take her little naps, today however when Satoru went to get her from her bed she blinked up at him, normally he’d sit in the recliner with her and she’d take another little nap against him before completely waking up but upon walking into the living room she immediately reached out for you whining when her dad tried to sit down with her as she continued to open and close her chunky fists at you.

“Hi angel” you whisper pecking her forehead.

She goes a bit shy curling up into you as she rubs her face with her little fists.

Gojo pouts at her reaction, that was their thing! How dare you steal her attention from him!

“She’s still tired Satoru…I’m sure when she wakes up she’ll be back to normal” you whisper as you gently rock the chair next to him already knowing his reaction.

Geto

When you meet the girls and they warm up to you quicker than they did to him he pretends he isn’t upset.

Truly though he is because it took some time to have the girls come out of their shells and get used to living with him. But seeing the way they would run up to you with pretty bottles of sparkling nail polishes or the way they’d come to you with a hairbrush begging you to detangle their hair, it felt nice but he was also jealous.

“Why don’t you spend the day with the girls tomorrow?” You ask one night as you’re both getting ready for bed.

He grumbles, “I think you should spend some bonding time together Geto…I think they’d like that…” and the next morning the girls aren’t running to you with the brush but to their dad like they used to and he feels himself melt a bit with how in tune you are with himself even when he doesn’t notice.

Sakuna

He’s pissy. And for the life of you, you cannot figure out why, all that happened was you laid your daughter down for her midday nap and when you came back he had managed to turn off the tv and was now holding his head up with his hand looking everywhere’s but at you.

“What’s wrong” your voice is soft yet he still rolls his eyes.

Your eyes widen a bit when you realize that normally Sakuna will put her down for a nap…of course he tries every time to shut you out of the nursery but the walls of your house aren’t thick enough to block out his horrid singing…sometimes you wonder how in hell your daughter falls asleep to her dad’s lullabies.

“I’m sure she isn’t asleep yet…might as well go now” with that he’s pushing himself off the couch rushing into the nursery before you hear the rhythmic hums of his lullaby.

Pls let me know if you guys want to see anything else because I love writing requests!!

[noirflms]

୧ ˚₊ HOME IS WHERE YOU ARE — geto suguru

he has a place to call a house , but he finds his home wherever you are and his little girls are.

today’s different, you could feel it deep down in your gut, something was going to happen, but you were too focused on the vegetables at hand you had to cut, knife working effortlessly as you slice and dice them. you had heard shoko once say that you had a talent with the knife and since then you had been nothing but good with it.

your eyes drift to the clock, it reads 8:30pm and that is past the time your husband comes home, and it puts you to worry, he is never late for dinner, he never will be and that you know, but your gut has been saying otherwise since the moment you had start preparing dinner, to make more than a plate for two.

it is then a while later the words ‘i’m home’ ring through the house of yours, the voice of his bouncing of the walls as you rush to greet him. but you slow down your pace when you see him standing still, unmoving, hands stuck to his side as he smiles at you strained, and sweat trickles down his temple as he watches you stand in front of him.

“is everything alright?” that is the only question that strikes you in the heat of the moment, eyes observing him for any injury, but geto suguru stands like a hardboard before you, his broad shoulders out and about and he has chest puffed up, his smile strained; it was all easy to make out, he was never good at acting anyway.

“yeah! why would anything be wrong!” he laughs a mock laughter, but you do not take the bait, looking at him with your arms crossed before you, eyebrow raised and the reaction gets him to sweat more, now fiddling with his fingers, but soft cheery giggles break out from behind him and it makes you suspect him even more.

“what are you hiding, geto suguru?” it is the use of his full government name that gets him to look at you in cold sweat as it glistens upon his forehead. his smile unwavering but you stand before him cold and questioning.

geto falters, his act not well kept up as he sighs, “look,,,don’t get mad but ibroughttwolittlegirlshome!” the words are too quick to comprehend as you look at him bewildered but he had no courage to repeat his words and makes way for the two little girls hiding behind him, the blonde one has a huge grin on her face, a few teeth missing, while the brunette one hides her face behind her toy, but you could make out the shy glances thrown at you.

eyes wide you look at geto and then back to the two little ladies standing at your door, your grip on the spatula tightening as you glare at your husband, but he gives you a fearful smile, and it gets you to sigh, eyes trailing back to the two little girls.

“hello, little princesses!” you mutter, kneeling before the two, as you slide the spatula for geto to hold — and he does so at the speed of lightning — as you look at the two, “what might be your lovely names?”

“my name is nanako! and she is mimiko!” the blonde one out of the two cheers, you made out her outgoing personality to be something akin to yours. you ruffle her hair as she giggles, eyes wide and sparkling as they look at you. your eyes soften at the way she stares at you, “well hello there, nanako and mimiko! it’s such a pleasure to meet you!”

you watch as the blonde ecstatically nod while the other blushes and hides away behind her teddy, you notice the soot that covers it, stitches open at some ends and your eyes grew somber, for you know geto doesn’t bring people with him without a reason, there is always something hidden behind it all.

and since then, the two little girls have stuck around, clutching to your pants our either troubling geto with their wonder. it fills the concrete walls of your home with joy, and it certainly fill you with warmth too. it fills you with utter bliss to know you could bring paradise to two children who might have never gotten a chance to feel it.

it’s one night in winter where they had called you ‘mummy’ and another to call geto ‘papa’. it takes a week for them to finally settle warmly in your arms, look at it, as if it was home, it takes them a whole month to finally settle in with you and geto, a whole moth for them to realise there was nothing to harm them, that there was nothing that could take them away from you.

your back at it again, working skilfully with knife as you prepare for dinner, but instead of a dull silence there is the sound of crayons being scribbled against the paper, soft giggles as two little figures show each other their masterpieces, the fridge is no more plain but filled with pictures and drawing so many.

the living room is full of toys, a big blanket sprawled upon the couch to get cosy, there has been many changes in the home of yours and they have been visible. geto had noticed minuscule changes in you as well, you had become more warm, less worried about the fact you couldn’t be a good guardian.

satoru comes every now and then, he brings two kids with him two. Sunday’s have become family dinner days with satoru and his kids, and geto likes it but he is too prideful to accept it.

geto is healing, he no more has thoughts that eat him up at night, he wonders that if he had never met you, what could have been of him, what could he have been without you. he thinks his world is no more dull and dark, it is more joyful and serene, there is nothing sadistic or disturbing that clouds his vision, all is tranquil and sweet.

he clicks open the door to his home, instead of you at first he is greeted with two little gremlins running up at him as they skip into his arms, laughing and giggling as he boosts them up. it is then you enter his vision, a soft smile on your face as you greet him with a soft ‘welcome home’ and a kiss to his lips.

you and him hear your little girls laugh at the sight before you are pulling them into a kiss attack of their own as they laugh and flail in the arms of geto, as he heartily laughs at the sight displayed before him.

geto’s world is healing, it has become better than it ever could be. he always had a these four walls to call a house but now he has found his home. it stands within the giggles of nanako and mimiko, home stands within their eyes that sparkle with wonder, but he found his home wherever you were, he found his home within the arms of yours, he found his home in you.

geto suguru is finally at ease, he is finally at peace and no more rushes to eat him on the inside. geto suguru has finally found his home; he has found it within his two little girls and you.

healing geto agenda is at work, i love him ( even though he would have called me monkey )

NOIRFLMS 2023 ! all rights reserved - plagiarism is a crime , do not translate my works without permission. REBLOG MORE PLEASE !

[meiieiri]

WHEN SHE LOVED ME

❁—SYNOPSIS: suguru geto was never the same after that fateful day at the foothills of mt. mushiroyama. but he was not by any means damned. how could he be knowing that he was so loved and adored by the one he lovingly called his little flickering light?

a/n: help i have five drafts on this page. three of them are 18+ and are practically finished but i’m too scared to post them :<

it had been exactly two decades since suguru geto first learned that he was different. he was seven at the time, and his parents had snuck out of their humble rural abode at around four in the morning to tend to the fields while their young son serenely slept in the adjacent room, happily drooling away on his childhood pillow, his little head filled with anything but worry. no one could have ever anticipated the sinister things that would transpire that uneventful morning.

it all happened so quickly. the senior mr. geto had just finished watering the last row of beets when a shrill cry pierced through the silent twilight and mrs. geto, the one that preceded you, sprinted towards the house like her life depended on it in a bid to reach her son and put him out of harm’s way. countless thoughts raced in her head: had a thief broken into their home, or perhaps some wild forest wolf?

none of those, apparently.

it came as a peculiarity to the couple to find their son bawling his eyes out, cowering under the protection of the futon’s blanket at an invisible phantom, a mere shadow on the wall of his bedroom. they dismissed it as a nightmare and consoled the then seven-year-old suguru. “it was just a nightmare, suguru,” his mother smoothed her hand down his back, soothing him. “it can’t hurt you.”

unbeknownst to them at the time, that was no nightmare, but an earthly curse born from ghastly human emotions. that was how suguru had been unwillingly dragged into this godforsaken trade. now, twenty years later, and with a family of his own, suguru no longer feared those phantoms on the wall — he loathed them, despised them with every fiber of his being though he was master to countless curses. but there was still one thing that struck fear into his heart like the foreboding doom that came from the heron-like sound of countless heavenly spears raining from the skies during the archaic battles of old he used to read about in jujutsu tech’s library.

nightmares.

he wakes up with a start and the comforter pools at his hips, his eyes darting around the room as if they were in search of something, his breath coming out in pants. it was just a nightmare, suguru, he thinks to himself, echoing his late mother’s words, as he tries in vain to banish the grotesque haunts of his youth from his head, it can’t hurt you.

he helplessly glances at your side of the bed — empty and cold, of course — you were out on a week long mission with your students and weren’t due to come home for another day or so. he pulls at the strands of his tousled hair, frustrated, and before he knows it, a few tears haphazardly slip from his bottom eyelids as he reminisces about his past failures. in his sadness, he does not hear the door to the bedroom open, creaking quietly as he is wracked by another round of painful sobs.

“papa?” startled, he looks up, instinctively wiping away the damp droplets from his face. his eyes soften at the sight. there she was, the petite jailer that held his heart ransom, standing behind the door, her trusty companion, the stuffed rabbit he helped you sew for her, tucked under her arm. she looks at him with sad eyes, hesitant to come in. “you okay?” she asks worriedly.

suguru lets out a tearful chuckle. this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. he should be the one calming her, banishing her nightmares away not the other way around.

“y-yes,” he tries to collect himself to make his way over to her but his daughter beats him to it. akari meets him halfway as he was about to stand up from the king-sized bed, throwing herself against his waist, her arms coming up to hug him as if by doing so she could rid her papa of all his troubles and worries. “oh, little love,” he sniffles at his little girl’s altruism, gathering her into his arms to sit her on his lap. “what’s wrong?”

she averts her gaze momentarily, her dark eyes warily scanning the room. at the tender age of five, she could already pick up residuals (much to suguru’s dismay). when she does not notice anything of note, she mutters out a single word: “nightmare.”

“you had a nightmare?” suguru asks, his hands finding hers, his fingers interlacing with her little ones.

akari shakes her head adamantly. “n-no,” she reiterates, insistent that her papa has misunderstood her. “papa…did you have a nightmare?” she waits for his reply with bated breath.

suguru contemplates on what to say for a long while, his hands absentmindedly playing with her smaller ones, his head bowed, almost in apology. at this age, in his young daughter’s eyes, he was her hero, one similar to those in her storybooks. he was supposed to be the archetypal knight that slayed dragons and laid waste to monster lairs, the prince that would sooner scale the highest towers, racing to the rescue of the princess who had fallen into a death-like sleep. if she was afraid or sad, it was his duty to make her less so. it was his responsibility as a father to take on an image of unrelenting courage. but he fears his own armor had gathered rust over the years, his claymore had dulled in countless battles that left so much ruin in its wake and his noble steed had long since been retired to the stables. he was no knight, nor was he a prince that his daughter could rely on. he was just plain old suguru.

but for akari, that was enough.

“…please don’t cry,” akari mumbles sadly, her tiny hands gently rest on his cold cheeks. she really is your daughter, suguru muses almost in awe at how much the two of you were alike in the way you both are able to keep him from falling apart completely. suguru leans into her touch, pressing their foreheads together, a special thing that only father and daughter could share together. “i’m here, papa.” even at your loneliest.

“…me too, little love.”