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Suguru insisted on taking you out on a casual date every week, whether it was to a cafe or to go shopping, and he made sure that the two of you had some time alone.

Satoru was originally going to look after the girls, but after some consideration, the two of you had decided to ask Shoko to tag along with them. “Why am I being babysat, too?” Satoru whined, falling dramatically against Shoko. She deadpanned, “Because you’re a bad influence.”

Not even twenty minutes into town, Suguru had already begun phase two of his “plan.”

It wasn't noticeable at first; everything went as it usually does. Wandering through the town's streets, rummaging through sales racks, trying new pastries, and picking up some mochi for the twins — and Satoru.

Until…

“How about we check out that shop?” Suguru hummed, squeezing your hand lightly to grab your attention. You turned away from the flowers you were admiring through the florist's window. “Hm?”

Following your husband's gaze, you see a baby's supply store, “Sugu, really? Why on earth would we need to buy baby supplies?” He shrugged, already tugging you along with him towards the shop, “Just feeling a little nostalgic.”

Just as you were about to reach the door, a small toddler waddled in front of you two, chasing after a pigeon. Suguru froze, eyes softening as he watched the small child try — and fail — to grab the pigeon as it flew above his head.

it's become a playful routine of you bringing out the hairbrush and your 4-year-old twin daughters running away, giggling, to their dad. they cling to each of suguru's legs, as if using him as a shield.

he's preparing pancakes for their breakfast, an apron tied around him and his hair pulled back in a loose half-down half-up bun as he whisks the batter. and immediately, his eyes crinkle at the corners when he feels their tiny hands gripping onto his sweats, the most endearing of smiles painting across his mouth.

“daddy do it,” mimiko insists, reaching her hand up for the brush to give to suguru instead.

and, similar to all the previous times, you relent. you and your boyfriend swap places - you take over in making the pancakes and he kisses your temple while slipping the hairbrush from your hands.

“come on, girls,” he says softly, tone so tender as if raising it a decibel higher would be a crime.

it's like a mama duck and her ducklings when they follow him to the dining table and your eyes trail after them as the pan heats up, a warm smile gracing your lips. you couldn't even be offended or upset that they prefer when he does their hair, not when he handles them like silk.

he sits down in one of the chairs and nanako immediately makes herself comfortable in between his knees, standing with her back towards him.

with gentle fingers, he gathers her hair in his palm and runs the bristles through the strands as delicately as he can.

and when he works through a small knot, he directs her attention away from the slight tugging and towards the vibrant collection of hairbands and clips.

“which one do you want today, princess?” he asks, voice so comforting it's able to overcome any and every pain.

after thinking about it for a moment, eyes scrutinising each one, nanako points to the glittery, violet ones. such an innocent and excited grin curves her lips up.

he eyes the colour she chose and smiles. “mm, good choice. you're gonna be the prettiest girls. as you always are.”

he picks up an elastic hair tie that matches the colour of the hairclip, carefully tying her hair up into a bun before clipping back the bangs that obstruct her view.

once he's done, he turns her around and his adoring eyes run over her features while his hand encases her cheek. “there we go.” he kisses her forehead with the gentleness of a caramelised feather.

“myyy turn,” mimiko exclaims, attempting to climb into his lap, legs wiggling in the air.

he chuckles softly in amusement, lifting her to help her sit on his thighs safely. “mhm, what would this princess like today?”

“mmm,” she thinks for a moment, her legs swinging back and forth. “like nana's?”

“of course, princess.”

he repeats the same process for mimiko and makes sure to press his lips tenderly against her forehead, too, once he's finished.

Head canons of how jjk men would celebrate Mother's Day with you and your kids.

Happy Mother's Day to every mother and future mothers out there!!!

Sorry for any grammatical errors!!

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Hiromi Higuruma 

He’s a planner, started thinking Mother’s day a month in advance because it involves celebrating you as a mother 

Told your two kids ahead to prepare a gift for you, had a list for himself and the kids so he could put down the presents he and the kids were planning to give to you

Made your favorite breakfast, coffee the way you like and a vase filled with flowers you love sitting in the center of the dining table and a written note signed off by him and the kids

Your kids made you cards, one with bad spelling, which he didn’t correct because it felt authentic and another one with drawings of you from when you were a teen because Hiromi felt your kids should know their mom before adulthood.

After all the gives, kisses and silent sobs from you, he takes you somewhere silent for the evening, a botanical garden or a small cafe, for you to breathe without your kids asking for a quick snack, he paid for everything and you allowed him this time because it was Mother’s day

After all the events, he hired a babysitter to take care of the kids while he takes of you in an expensive hotel, the room is filled with soft jazz playing and a big bouquet of your favorite flowers because mothers deserve more than one bouquet, a teddy bear holding a heart with the sentence “happy mother’s day” and a framed portraits of you holding your kids when they were a newborn baby. 

He draws a bath filled with the good products, candles lit, your favorite hair accessories on the counter, a new hair bonnet, and new nightgowns in a bag, which came off after your bath and dinner

At the end he kisses your shoulder and tells you “You’re an exceptional mother, I hope I continue to raise our kids and maybe future kids with you forever” 

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Kento Nanami

He woke up before everyone else and handles the morning, he believed that Mother's day was all about you resting from the usual activities

This meant he would feed your youngest, change their diaper and put them to sleep while you slept.

He had coached the other kid to come to him instead of you if they have a problem with anything, which your kid agrees because anything that involves you is always a yes to them

He made breakfast himself, cut fruits nicely and make you favorite drink in your favorite cup, giving you in breakfast

He cleaned your tears when you cried and accepted your kisses, calling your oldest kid and carrying your youngest so you could properly thank them for making you a mother. 

He bathed the kids, took them to school and daycare and gave you his black card for you to spend at the stores.

While you shopped, he cleaned the house, fixed any issues with plumbing and others, did the laundry, went out to buy jewelry, perfumes, and the book you’ve been wanting to read for a long time

When your oldest came back from school, he placed the card they made for you at school, a booklet titled “Why mama is the best’ with one page saying ‘she’s really pretty,I want to be pretty like her in the future’. He also placed a card that your youngest made, a painted hand and foot print with scribbling as the words just because

When you came back,he gives you the presents one by one while he watched you sob, hugging you after you dropped the last present

He ended the night by forcing you to sleep while he takes care of the kids, and rejecting your puppy eyes because your celebration was more important on Mother’s day

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Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna would not tell you he planned for mother’s day, in fact he would treat the day normal until Yuji ran to you giving a card he made

You suspected Sukuna forgot it was mother’s day until you mistakenly walk into a room filled with presents 

When you questioned him about it, he stared at the wall, his face turning redder and redder by the seconds until Yuji spills the beans,  that he had planned it 5 months ago with Sukuna glaring at Yuji to keep shut

He wouldn’t admit he bought you something expensive because he wouldn't want you to worry about money, but to appreciate the gifts he bought, so he would act  like everything  he bought was cheap 

He did a full dinner, made a reservation at the most expensive restaurant and allowed you to bring Yuji, as long as he respects himself, to the dinner. 

He had trained Yuji how to eat like a gentleman so you wouldn’t have to clean up after him, but Yuji being young leaves food on his mouth and allows you to clean up Yuji because he was the reason why you were a mother in the first place

At the end of the night, while Yuji is asleep, he would cuddle with you, kissing your forehead and every part of your body whispering “You’re a good mother” 

You later find out that he spent thousands of dollars after your friends confirmed to you that is was the real thing 

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Gojo Satoru

Satoru had been hyping up your kids since last’s Mother’s day, its a national holiday to him and you feared him for it. 

You woke up to your three kids wearing matching sweaters that say “World’s best Mom’s kids” with Satoru behind them wearing “She said yes and gave me all of them”

The breakfast is a lot, he ordered a butler and a maid for the day, who prepared a meal that probably cost you thousands of dollars

Gojo filmed your kids handing your gifts and takes pictures of you and your kids, posting it on every social media platform

He presented your new car in the garage like it was a bouquet and ignored every question that related to him finding the money to buy such an expensive car 

He doesn’t take you to expensive restaurants, that’s every weekend, he reserves  a helicopter ride for 5 hours because you deserve to see the world

He would take thousands of pictures, telling you how to pose, posting the entire album in his social media page, even going as far as making one of the picture his profile 

After that, when it’s a little quieter, he would give you a locket with a family picture, wrapping his hands around you while you cried

He read to the kids leaving you to take the everything night bath and calling your friends so you could brag about how well he did for mother's day

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Suguru Geto 

He would honor you as a person, not just performing a holiday

You would wake up to your kids singing a song as he waited by the door, you hugging them equally and kissing their forehead after the song

Him and the kids made you a memory book, pictures, letters, notes, items you held, and drawings. He was proud when he told you he helped them to compile it

He cleared the entire day, whatever you want to do as a family, or as a couple, or even as an individual, his opinions don’t matter because it’s mother’s day

He knows how to cook, which meant he cooked everything you love with care, feeding you and cleaning up the dining table leaving you to wonder what on earth he was planning.

He bought you a new kimono with your favorite fabric, the kids wearing their versions as well and brags about how pretty you looked to whoever passed you by 

He gave a speech about how strong you were to his congress men, telling them how strong you are, how much you sacrificed and why he was the way he was, killing a few men who showed annoyance 

He’s not too huge on gifts, he gives you your month jewel as a necklace and a bracelet, along with a picture he bought from an art gallery because you mentioned it once

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Choso Kamo

He woke up early and hovers to make sure everything is right, has your baby, who’s dressed in the cutest outfit and your toddler who’s matching their sibling and is clutching a tiny flower they had planted 

When you woke up, your toddler runs to you, giving you the now crumpled flower saying “Mama, fow u!!” 

He’s not the best, but he tried for you, following step by step and is proud of himself when you tell him the food came out great

He gave you a painting, of your kids handiwork, their foot print and the scribbles underneath the custom piece which was taken from a picture he had taken while the two of you were dating. He also gives you a custom painting of you when you were young and your mother who was miles away 

He spent the whole day close to you, his hands on your back and watching you play with the kids, still can’t believe this is his life and you have him so much after everything that happened

The kids fell asleep on your chest and Choso joins you, putting on your favorite show and allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder, very soon you snoring lightly with your kids. 

He puts the kids to sleep and carries you to bed, changing you into your pj and wiping your make up off while thanking him for making him a husband and a father, giving you a peek on the forehead when he places you on the bed

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Toji Fushiguro

He woke you up carrying Megumi who handed you a flower and a card, glittered covered, the letters backwards, a drawing of your family and a little note written by him 

He gave credit to Megumi but you noticed the glitter on his forearm and chose not to address it 

He forces you to take a bath, do your makeup and hair while he fed and cleared up Megumi 

You came out and found Megumi wearing mismatched shoes and teased Toji when you told him about the shoes.

“What do you want to do today?” he asked making sure the day if yours to call. He doesn’t do his usual horiness, because it was your day and because Megumi was very energetic 

You went out to the amusement park, walking around and going on rides. He carried Megumi on his shoulders for the whole time with out complaining, buys you everything you stared at too long and mistakenly gave Megumi too much sugar , but sugar plus amusement park equals Megumi sleeping early and Toji knew this

He takes picture of you without your knowledge and makes his favorite his wallpaper

He played the rigged games and won you five big teddies leaving the owners to wonder how he won

He takes pictures of you and megumi, post one on his social with a simple caption “The best mother”

Later in the evening when Meugimi is knocked out and the house is quiet he drops next to you, rests his head on your shoulder and allows you to play with his hair while watching your favorite tv program

Later at night, he carries you to bed, and begs for a piece of you, in a sexual manner, which you agree to because he did an amazing job.

He made sure the neighbors heard him breeding you and begging to make Megumi a brother

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As a thank you, you wrote their favorite lingerie, sent the kids to your siblings and rode them like it was their last day living

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Happy's mother's day!!!

Gojo Satoru | Geto Suguru | Nanami Kento | Kamo Choso | Fushiguro Toji

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto / Poly Satosugu Summary: Suguru brings home Nanako and Mimiko after finding them locked in a cage at a secluded village. WC: 2.5k CW: SFW

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You were in the middle of wrapping up your end of day tasks when Suguru called you. Your hands were occupied with a stack of papers you were to deliver to teachers, so you let the call ring through.

Before you could set the papers down, your phone rang again. He never calls twice in a row like that unless something's wrong… 

You press the stack against your chest and fumble your free hand to swipe your phone to answer the call, “Hello?” you say with an edge of worry. 

“Hey, are you done at the school?” His tone is that even cadence it’s always set to. 

“Almost, why?” 

“I need you to pick me up, I’ll send you my location. Please don’t ask questions when you get here, I’ll explain later, okay?” 

“Okay…” You’re getting a little worried again, wondering what condition you’re about to find him in. 

“Make sure the backseat is clear too, we’ll need some extra room.” His words soften as he continues to speak. 

“Will do. I’ll leave here in a few.” You’re trying to conceal the confusion that’s wracking your brain right now. 

“Thanks, I love you.” And he hangs up before you can say it back. 

You take a moment in your office to ponder what could be going on. You look at the location pin and he’s on some bridge in the outskirts of the city. He was out on a mission, today was his last day, but he usually reports back to the school before coming home. So, why is he in the middle of no where in need of a ride?

You immediately think to text Satoru who was already at home: [Have you talked to Sugu?]

Satoru replies seconds later: [Yeah, he just texted me asking me to make sure the guest room is cleared out.] 

Now you’re really confused, is he bringing someone with him? Is that why you need extra room in the back seat? 

You reply: [He just called me asking for a ride and told me to make sure there was room in the backseat.] 

Satoru: [Weird. Guess you’ll find out when you get there.]

You scurry around your office and table whatever activity you were in the middle of doing, all now forgotten - you’ll get to it tomorrow. 

You’re tense with anticipation the entire drive to his undisclosed location; unsure of what you’re about to come up on. What is so bad he didn’t want to tell you over the phone? Satoru was the overreactor, not you. So, why did he feel the need to be so discreet? Maybe because he knew you’d tell Satoru and he wanted to tell him first? 

As you approach the bridge, your head light illuminates Suguru’s dark figure. He sticks out with that tall and towering body, then your eyes drop several feet. There are two small figures clinging to either side of him. You break to prepare for your stop and throw on your hazards. Two young girls frame your husband, trembling at his side, each of them have a hand gripped around a singular finger of his. Their teeny hands just big enough to grasp one of his fingers.

One girl has strawberry blonde hair and the other dark brown, both in bobs that go just past their chins. Their heads are both craned down toward the ground, concealing their faces. 

Suguru’s eyes find yours through the windshield and you furrow your brows at him in confusion. His head jerks in his direction, beckoning you out of the car. 

You closely examine the young girls as you approach; both in tattered clothes that are practically falling off of them, the girl with dark hair clings a teddy bear to her chest. Their shoes are barely shoes, gaping holes exposing their toes and pulling apart at the soles.

When they hear your footsteps approaching, they both twist into Suguru, burying their faces into the side of his hips.

He squats down between them and speaks to them in a hushed voice, hands resting on their backs, “Girls… this is my wife. You can say hi.” He looks up at you with sorrowful eyes, a tinge of discoloration outlines them and they’re glossy - full of an array of emotions.

The girl with strawberry blonde hair squeaks out a clipped, “Hi,” briefly looking at you before turning back into Suguru’s side. The dark haired girl doesn’t move, her face stays buried in his side.

“This is Mimiko,” he pats the dark haired girl on the head, “and this is Nanako,” patting the strawberry blonde girl next. “C’mon girls, let’s get in the car.” He stands up and they promptly follow him, still clinging to his side like he’s their lifeline. He ushers the girls into the back seat, clicking their seat belts into place, he whispers something to them before closing the door.

When he turns to face you, back to the car, the subdued mask he had been wearing slips. Now those eyes are flickering with rage, his brows pushed in together, and his cheeks gradually turning pink. 

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, collecting his thoughts, “I was dispatched to a village where I exorcised a cursed spirit. Then I found them. They’re orphans and after their parents died, the villagers locked them in a cage. They’re sorcerers, just manifesting their cursed technique and the village was afraid of them. They blamed the girls for all the evil happenings…” His voice starts to break like he’s swallowing shards of glass. “It took everything in me to not murder the people who so proudly declared that they had caged ‘two demons’, they were asking if I could exorcise them next…” He glances over his shoulder at the girls and then back to you, “I couldn’t leave them there. The only rational thing I could think to do was take them and they let me. So, here we are…”  He relaxes against the side of the car, shoulders sagging and eyes fluttering shut. 

“I understand that, but what’s your plan? We’re in no position to take in two kids…” You knew your husband had a big heart, but this… this was a lot to take in. Was he really expecting you all to become sudo surrogate parents in a day?

“I want to keep them with us for the weekend while I talk to the Higher Ups, see if they can take them in.”

“The high school only takes teenagers… there’s no way they’ll accept two little kids.” While the idea sounds nice, you know it’s a long shot. 

“Yeah, well that’s why I’m gonna take Satoru to talk to them. They can figure something out. They’ll go there one day anyways.”

“Why couldn’t you tell me this on the phone?” You’re not sure where else to take this monumental conversation. 

“I didn’t want them to hear anymore about all of this… Knew you’d be full of questions and I didn’t want to repeat their trauma in front of them.” 

Your heart aches at your sweet husband’s empathy. He’s always so thoughtful of others - of course he would react this way when he sees children in distress. It’s not the most optimal situation, but it’s what you’ve been dealt.

You huff out a breath accepting the circumstances for what they are, “Alright, let’s get home.” 

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The girls are mostly silent the whole drive home. Only responding to Suguru with few words at a time before clinging to each other again. You look at them periodically in the rear view mirror and your heart breaks every time. These girls have gone through hell if when one adult shows them kindness they’re immediately attached to them. And when they meet an adult they don’t know, they’re petrified. 

Even though they don’t talk much, Suguru continues his one sided conversation with them; talking to them about whatever comes to his mind:

“I believe we have some ice cream mochi, it’s all yours once we get home.”

“You’ll get to meet my husband, Satoru. You’ll like him, he’s one of the strongest sorcerers, just like me.” 

“You’re safe now. I’ll make sure it stays that way.” 

“Those things you see that no one else does, that’s a gift. It makes you special. I’ll teach you about it.” 

You chime in intermittently, adding to Suguru’s soothing statements; ensuring their safety and comfort. You haven’t spent much time around children this young, so you’re not completely sure how to talk to them. You opt to follow Suguru’s lead since being this warm and subdued is a second nature for him. 

The girl's incessant trembling eventually subsides when you’re close to home. Their heads are pressed together, their tiny bodies slouched inward and finally free of tension. A weight lifts off your shoulders at the realization that they are at ease. You already don’t know how to handle two normal kids, let alone two kids who are petrified and shaking with fear.

By the time you make it home, the girls are fading in and out of sleep. They’re trying to fight to stay awake, but their heads keep nodding down before jolting back up. When Suguru opens the car door, Nanako lets out a squeaky yawn, her small body shivering from the aftershock of the yawn. Mimiko whines softly and smashes the teddy bear against her face. They are in no hurry to move anytime soon. Suguru huffs a laugh as he leans into the car and scoops them both up, one over each shoulder. The fold over his shoulders and nestle into him, like they’re perfectly content falling asleep right here on his shoulders.

You hurry infront of Suguru to open the front door for him. When you enter, Satoru appears from the kitchen with wide eyes and a shocked look on his face. You place a finger to your lips, shushing him, and shooing him out of the way. 

As Suguru walks in, you hear him take an audible sniff and he mouths to you, “They need a bath.” You don’t doubt it, so you immediately go to your bathroom and start running a bath while Suguru lays the sleepy girls down on your bed. 

You stay in the bedroom with the girls while Suguru steps out to explain the entire ordeal to Satoru. You hear an astonished, “What?!” come from Satoru and then a forceful “Hush!” from Suguru. Then continued murmurs and whispers from outside the door.

You chuckle to yourself as you wait for the bath to fill while keeping an eye on the girls. When the tub is full, you squat down at the side of the bed and tap them awake with a feather light touch. Mimiko jolts straight up from her relaxed position and her pupils are dilated, frantically looking around the room. “Shhh… it’s okay. I got a bath ready for you girls, cmon.” Mimiko wakes her sister and they follow you into the bathroom. You expected them to refuse the bath or to be afraid of you. They are surprisingly subdued once the sleep fades from their eyes.

When you hand them both a wash rag, they hold it in their small hands and stare absent mindedly at it. 

Nanako squishes it into a tight ball while Mimiko watches it float atop the water. It becomes devastatingly clear these girls have no idea how to use these items. 

Once you help the girls get clean, your stomach jumps when you realize how dark the water has become. The same question rings out in your head: what did these girls go through? When was the last time they were cared for? When was the last time they were shown kindness and care?

Due to your lack of child sized clothing, you have to settle for your tshirts that fits them like a night gown. 

By the time they are clean and dressed, they’re about to fall asleep standing up. You escort them back to your bed and tuck them in. They look like baby dolls against the massive sprawl of your king sized bed. 

Nanako mutters, barely audible, “Where’s Geto?” 

“I’ll go get him.” You step out of the room to find Suguru and Satoru sitting on the couch. Suguru is sitting in a relaxed position, back against the back of the couch, hair already down, and legs sprawled out on the ottoman. While Satoru looks like he’s about to fall off the couch, hunched forward with his elbows resting on his knees. 

“Sugu, they’re asking for you.” You say just loud enough for him to hear you. 

When he makes his way toward you, he pulls you in tight and kisses the top of your head, “Thank you. Now go calm your husband down, he’s freaking out.” He releases you and steps into the bedroom. 

You plop down on the couch next to Satoru who looks uneasy to say the least. “So…?” 

“So, like are we parents now? What the fuck is happening?” A sense of urgency lacing his words. 

“Didn’t Suguru explain?” 

“He did, but there’s no way the Higher Ups are gonna take in two little kids at a school full of teenagers. And I’m not getting stuck babysitting them either.” He scoffs while burying his face in his hands. 

“Satoru, it’s a temporary thing. He had to get those girls out of there.” You lean closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “They were literally treating them like animals. Do you know how much soap I just had to use on them? God knows the last time they slept in a warm, safe place. Please, just go along with it and we’ll figure something out.” 

“Sorry, I just-” his leg starts bouncing with anxiety, “It was just a lot. He should’ve told us ahead of time.” 

“Yeah, he could’ve dropped the news in a better way, but he was doing what he thought was best.” You begin rubbing soothing circles across his broad back muscles. You pause for a beat, “I just realized I gave up my bed when I could’ve put them in the guest room,” chuckling to yourself at the realization. Not like it’s a big deal, you slept most nights with your husband anyways. The guest bedroom was bland and neglected when it came to decorations. They’d probably feel more at home in your room.

Satoru finally settles down, his head laid in your lap as you talk about the drive home and the condition the girls were in. As you explain the brief encounter you had with them, Satoru gradually softens. Understanding the severity of the situation and his heart opening up just like yours did. 

You realize it’s been a while since Suguru went into the room and you haven’t heard any noise in a while. You shimmy out from underneath Satoru and crack your door open just an inch. 

The girls are fast asleep, side by side in the middle of the bed. Their arms wrapped across each other and the teddy bear squished between them. And Suguru is asleep on the floor with a thin blanket serving as his cushion between himself and the hardwood floor. 

It can’t be comfortable, but he was so exhausted, it didn’t really matter where he fell asleep. You wondered if the girls asked him to stay or if he felt the need to stay. Regardless, all three were knocked out and looked at peace for the first time today. 

You closed the bedroom softly and creeped by over to Satoru, “Just you and me tonight. Suguru has already passed out on the floor in there.” 

Satoru pops up from the couch, “Seriously?” 

“Yes, now c’mon. I’m tired.” You motion him toward their bedroom. 

As you get ready for bed, you can’t help but wonder what the future is going to hold. Is this going to be a temporary thing? Will the school accept the girls? Or will you all have to rearrange your lives around these children with no where else to go? 

You selfishly hope that the girls won’t become your permanent responsibilities. Your lives are not fit to have children in the mix. It’ll work out though. Someone will figure something out for these poor girls. And if that something is you all then you’ll make it work somehow - right?

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જ⁀➴ ✉︎ tags + warnings: jjk0 and season 2 spoilers, mentions of suguru's defection, started as fluff, ended as angst, satosugu if you squint | wc: 1.1k+

girldad!suguru who believed that cleansing the world was an act to be taken on in solitude, before he was met by the helpless forms of nanako and mimiko from behind bars. in that moment, his belief was flipped upside his head as the indescribable urge to protect bloomed from within.

girldad!suguru who found that the most difficult part of his defection wasn't actually defecting, but rather stepping into the contorted role of a dad to two girls.

suguru felt too young. after all, he was only 17. but there was a maturity to him that exuded stability. so he tried, and they stayed.

girldad!suguru who thinks nanako and mimiko are the sweetest angels that have ever graced the earth. where in their early days under his wing, they would cling to the drapes of his robes like small cats. as if being hidden within the fabric would save them from ever being subjected to the fate they were originally destined for.

suguru still looks down at them with softness in his eyes. as if he would ever let any harm come about their heads as long as he was alive.

msnoirgirl says… i love seeing the jjk men as dads. I haven’t seen any posts where the reader is their kid! If you see them please let me kno. And tag meee. ALSO I FIGURED OUT THE HTML COLOUR FONT thanks to this user! Here’s the link for the technique and the website for the colours.

Rated e for everyone.

Papa! Geto who’s the greatest example of a stern but loving father. With the tight schedule of his cult leader role, and raising two daughters, your addition was a challenge, but one he was ready to win.

Papa! Geto who loves to spend quality time with you doing anything. Talking about the movies you like, the fandoms you’re into, nodding with attention whike sipping on his high end green tea. Seeing you so excited, gesturing with your hands and the widening of your eyes makes him glad that even in his absence, you find a way to be happy. 

Papa! Geto who introduces you to his two daughters. And when I say y’all became besties…gossiping after the curfew in the twins’ room, whispering so your voices doesn’t alert the sharp senses of your dad. Making spa afternoons together after spending the whole day cleaning the compound, watching trashy reality shows on the blonde’s laptop, or baking cookies and cupcakes together. Sometimes, Suguru joins in. 

Papa! Geto who plans of passing the role of cult leader to you after his death. But knowing you feel more comfortable in the outside world, the one with the kind he loathes, these… non sorcerers, he feels kind of scared. 

Papa! Geto who’s the Ultimate Ragebaiter™, the Supreme Troller™, who is ruthless when he scolds you after you mess up in a task or a martial arts move he taught you.

You’re not focused.

Are you that stupid to not get my instructions?

Gosh, you are truly an airhead. He has this…condescending tone in his voice that makes your skin crawl and makes you question your intelligence. But it isn’t your fault. You always had trouble understanding commands, and you usually asked to repeat the instruction given, or for more precision. But it feels impossible with him. 

Papa! Geto, who intimidates you.

Papa! Geto who makes you think about leaving the compound, more than once, whenever his attitude comes in. But since you were no equal to his size and strength you keep everything to yourself and make a mental memo to pour your anger into your journal every night.

Papa! Geto who finds your journal when he was checking on his girls one evening. Coaxes you into opening up to him. Feels his heart shatter once he sees your tears pouring down your cheeks.

Papa! Geto who pulls you into a fat hug. The hugs where your body is resting on his chest, enveloped in the warmth of his skin, seeping through his robe, his strong and huge hands brushing your hair and the sandalwood and musk roll on he applies over himself all the time.