This Is My Kind Of Lover, Congratulations Peeps If You Have Someone Like This 🩷

love...

Holy shit y'all I can't breathe bitch gimme an inhaler—

broooo you've basically just explained how my life has been for WEEEEKS. To whomever is still mourning them, my deepest sympathies 😔

MANGA SPOILERS BEWARE:

Gojo is really gone huh? Probably Megumi too.

What a ….waste. Of potential, of storyline, of plots that went nowhere. Y’all can sit here all you want saying “this is Geges story he knows what he’s doing” OK…that doesn’t make what’s he doing interesting or good. Face it. Not every author/artist etc is great and that’s okay. This story is turning out to just suck. And I mean…that’s just my opinion at the end of the day 🤷🏽‍♀️

I just can’t grapple them being gone. I love them both so much as characters. Like…it’s been a month since Gojo and I cry almost every day. I feel like I’m mourning a real person. I don’t even want to read it anymore. Especially after my #1 JJK boy Megumi’s fate is like up in the air, but probably sealed tbh.

No hate to Gege as a person. There’s a difference.

🫂

i’m not crying you’re crying

No thoughts, just him...

god I was thinking of what a baby gojo will look like....before I remembered toru isn't real

The sound of small footsteps running across the wooden floor stop you from your speech and you turn your head towards where your daughter's snow-white head would be pierced.

Blue eyes meet yours and a smile forms on the child's chubby face as she joins you on the sofa where you are sitting.

You take her in your arms and smile, giving her a kiss on her red cheeks and move a few unruly locks from in front of her eyes.

“ Did she wake up?” 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂's voice can be heard from your phone and your daughter's attention switches to the screen. Seeing her father's face the two-year-old brings her small hands towards the phone and you let her take it as you sit her on your lap.

“ Papa?” her still sleepy little voice makes both of you giggle and 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 answers her in his corny tone, calling her by the thousand nicknames he gave her.

“ Did you take a nap, my sweetpie?” he asks her and she leans her head against your chest, rubbing her eye with her little hand clasped in a fist and then looks back at you, smiling even more.

“ Don't you want to give daddy a kiss?” you ask her in a sweet tone and she snaps kissing the screen and then smiling proudly at her own gesture.

“ When I get home you'll give me all the kisses you want, alright my angel?” 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 says and she shows him her little thumb, something 𝗬𝘂𝗷𝗶 taught her those times he babysits her.

ohhhhh my babe

sorry for the noise that’s just me barking

ryomen sukuna drabble ᝰ.ᐟ ˖ ˚⋆🎀

╰┈➤ sukuna! x reader! ೃ⁀➷

synopsis; sukuna being the best girl dad ever.

ೄྀ ࿐ fluff, sukuna's baby being a total daddy's girl <3 ˊˎ

"You brat."

Your daughter just coos, chewing further on one of Sukuna's most prized robes with a joyful smile - her small, chubby hands gripping the cloth as she slobbers her spit all over the expensive fabric

You giggle, watching as Sukuna sends the little girl a death glare that makes her hysterical - wheezing with laughter as her little red eyes light up at her father's angry face. She seemed to be finding the situation very amusing

"She's just a baby. A clueless one." You say, running your fingers through the girl's unruly pink hair as she coos at your touch - finally dropping the robe as she attempts to crawl into your lap

Sukuna hooks a finger onto the robe, holding it up in disgust as he stares at the dirtied fabric - mortified. Muttering on about how she knows exactly what she's doing.

Your laughter catches his attention as he watched you cradle the thing - his daughter, with a motherly tenderness that has him tossing the robe aside with an annoyed sigh

He stands by quietly, waiting for you to loosen your hold on the girl. Once you do, he pounces - grabbing the baby from your arms before you can even blink and immediately tipping her upside down as he holds onto her leg - obviously trying to scare the poor baby as he sends the little girl a menacing laugh

"What - Hey! Put my baby down!" You argue, taken by surprise by Sukuna's immeasurable speed as amusement dances in his eyes when he watches your baby reach for you - her small arms flailing around helplessly as Sukuna rolls his eyes

"Our baby. It's my kid, it can handle being held upside down for a - Hey! Why's she laughing?" He snaps, looking down at her with genuine confusion as the upside down girl bursts into a fit of giggles

You smile, tickling her tummy as she begins laughing more - the sweet sound music to your ears as you smile

"My baby is so brave." You squeal as Sukuna mumbles something about your daughter taking after your fearless nature

"Does she not know the King of Curses is trying to scare her? I believe that should be more than enough for the little brat to stop laughing." He grumbles as he finally releases her, watching as she turns towards him with a toothless grin

"I hate babies." He adds, as if trying to justify his actions when he presses a brief kiss onto the baby's chubby cheek that has her snuggling into Sukuna's chest - babbling on about something as he lays down beside you

"She loves you more than me." You pout, watching as she traces the black ink on Sukuna's skin with a childish fascination

"Please. She's such a pain to deal with when you're not around." He huffs. But he stops talking once your baby finally decides to quiet down, her fluttering lashes beginning to close as her chatter slows to a stop. Her small hand closed around Sukuna's finger as she falls asleep on his chest.

It was quiet for a few moments - the two of you having hearts for eyes as you watch your sweet baby girl sleep. Well, until Sukuna decides to ruin the silence

"Wait - how the hell do we get her off my chest without waking her up?" Sukuna suddenly whispers, scowling when you let out a silent laugh and snuggle closer to him - the moonlight from the night outside streaming into the room as you let a content sigh leave your lips

"Guess you're stuck like this, Suk's." You mumble into his skin, smiling as he wraps an arm around your baby to keep her secure on his chest while she sleeps, his eyes narrowing towards you when you press a kiss onto your baby's hand

"The little brat trapped me here." He groans, his voice holding nothing but annoyance as he spoke. His touch however, held nothing but love as he cradled both you and your daughter close to his chest, protective arms wrapped around both of you as sleep eventually took over your tired form.

He stayed awake a little while after you fell asleep, soaking in the unfamiliar feeling of inner peace he felt. He hated how vulnerable the two of you made him, and how the mere thought of something happening to his small family had him subconsciously tightening his arms around the both of you.

But the reassuring rise and fall of your chest, and your baby's little hand grasping onto his finger had him pulling you all the more closer, a silent promise being made inside his heart as he vowed to protect and sheild you two forever.

He finally closed his eyes, allowing himself to fall asleep in you and your little girl's embrace.

as a psychology student who learns physiology, im shook.

didn't realise the space inside the body was this tight. damn...

𝓭ay 𝓸ne.

logan howlett + nightmare.

logan’s breathing is ragged, chest heaving like he’s just run a marathon, but it’s not the exertion that’s got him trembling. you wake to the sound of his sharp gasps, the way his body jerks beside you in bed. without thinking, you reach out, your hand finding his arm, but he flinches away, eyes snapping open and staring like he’s still fighting his way out of the dark.

"logan," you whisper, keeping your voice as gentle as you can, "hey, it’s okay. it was just a nightmare." you scoot closer, your fingers brushing against his hand, letting him know you’re there without crowding him. "you’re safe. i’m right here."

it takes a second, but his gaze shifts to you, like he’s finally registering where he is, who’s with him. there’s something raw in his eyes, a look you’ve seen before, when his past comes creeping into the night to tear him away from the present. his breath shudders out, and you feel the slight tremor in his muscles as you take his hand in yours.

he’s quiet, his jaw clenching like he’s trying to lock away whatever fear is still rattling in his chest. you shift a little closer, sliding your arm around him, pulling him against you. “you don’t have to say anything,” you murmur, your lips just brushing his ear as you tuck your head against his shoulder. “just breathe, okay? you’re here with me.”

logan’s arms wrap around you like he’s anchoring himself to the feeling of your warmth, your voice, the way your fingers comb softly through his hair. he’s still trembling, but it’s less intense now, his grip on you tightening for a second before loosening, like he’s afraid of holding on too hard.

“i’m not going anywhere,” you continue, your voice low and steady, the kind of tone you’d use to soothe a hurt child or a scared animal. “you’re safe here. whatever it was, it can’t hurt you now.”

he lets out a shaky breath, his head dipping down until his forehead rests against your shoulder. the tension in his body slowly starts to unwind, his breaths coming steadier, less ragged. you can feel him sinking against you, like the weight of everything is finally slipping away, just for a moment.

"you’re alright, logan," you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. "i’ve got you."

his voice is rough, almost inaudible, when he speaks. “couldn’t stop it,” he mumbles, and there’s a hollow edge to his words, the kind that comes from too many battles fought and lost in the dark.

you rub your hand in slow circles over his back, grounding him in the quiet of the room, the softness of the sheets, the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. “you don’t have to fight it alone,” you say, letting the truth of it fill the silence. “i’m right here with you.”

logan shifts, his grip on you tightening again, but this time it’s less out of fear and more like he’s trying to absorb the comfort you’re offering. he draws in a deep breath, and the tremor in his muscles fades a little more. “just stay,” he whispers, like it’s a plea and a promise all at once.

“always,” you reply, wrapping yourself around him a little more snugly. you feel him relax further, his breathing finally evening out, the last of the nightmare’s grip slowly releasing. your fingers trace soothing patterns over his skin, and you continue whispering soft reassurances, even after his eyes flutter closed again.

logan’s hold on you doesn’t loosen as he drifts off, his arms still wrapped around you like you’re his lifeline. even in sleep, he stays close, his body pressing into yours, finding solace in the warmth of your embrace. and you don’t let go, not even when you’re sure he’s fallen back into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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