*ೃ༄ Lovesick!

"baby..."

a few seconds of silence.

"baby," you whisper again, poking satoru's side softly. he groans and opens his arms wide making you giggle and snuggle into him. bare skin meets and he lets out a soft sigh.

“toru, I’m hungry,” you whine softly, head butting his chest.

“sweetheart,” he rasps out, “you just sucked the life out of me. i'm practically lobotomized right now.”

you giggle and run your fingers up and down his toned stomach. he lifts his head up to look at you and then flops it back down with yet another groan.

“how are you so energetic right now? we both came like five times.”

you purse your lips and shrug,

“dunno, you just give me life i guess.”

“yeah, you forcefully steal it through that tight pussy-“

“satoru!” you squeak, slapping your hand over his mouth, “what is wrong with you?”

he licks a large strip up your hand and you squeal again and yank your hand away but reach up and pinch his nipple.

“ow what the fuck-“

satoru grabs your wrist with surprising speed for someone who could hardly move just seconds ago.

“thought you were lobotomized,” you grumble.

“that shit fixed me,” he smirks as he lets go of your hand and rests it on your hip, rubbing circles into your skin. you huff and and snuggle closer to him.

“… so now that your brain is back… McDonalds?”

“five more minutes of naked cuddling then fine,” satoru says as he tucks his face into your neck and tugs you closer.

“mmm, deal.”

AHHH YOUR ART ! Beautiful!! 👏 🙇‍♀️🥰👌

Would it be ok if I request Mainstream Mark with a female Y/N please ; he’s been on my mind since the latest episode (his hair omg it’s so fluffy I just wanna ahhh!!) please 🙏 (also love your versions of the Y/n everyone looks amazing and the way you draw the characters just 10/10 on everything) 💓

OFC! Mainstream Mark deserves some lovin for all the shit he’s been going through!

I’m so glad you like all the designs of Y/N 🥰 and all the Marks, I keep going too hard for every piece even when I tell myself to jsut let it be a sketch lol

But anyways, Mainstream Mark, he’s been through so much he deserves to just be taken care of, Reader’s fingers running through his hair and head resting on Reader’s chest and praised, man’s just needs some softness maybe a bubble bath, massage and some sweet lovin 🥴

You sighed loudly causing Gojo to glance over at you, "something wrong?"

You huffed as you leaned into your seat, arms folded over your chest as you kicked back the chair a little.

"Shoko has been spreading rumors that you and I are dating."

"I wish."

You quirked an eyebrow and looked at him, "what did you say?"

"I said that bitch."

Rapper Sukuna 1 (due to popular demands rapper Sukuna has returned hope you like it <3)

As Sukuna’s fame skyrockets, his love for you becomes even more apparent. He takes you to events, not for the cameras, but because he just doesn’t want to be without you. When he's on the red carpet, his arm is always around your waist, leaning down to whisper something that makes you laugh, not caring about the paparazzi flashing around. The height difference, his dominant presence, and your quiet confidence together make you a couple people can't stop talking about. You're that effortlessly cool, low-key power couple.

At award shows, every time he wins, the first person he thanks is you. It doesn’t matter if the category has nothing to do with you—he still finds a way to dedicate it to you. “I wouldn’t be here without my girl,” he says into the mic with a cocky grin. The audience eats it up, but you just roll your eyes, knowing how over-the-top he can be.

Then, there’s that one performance. The one where he’s on stage, killing it, and in the middle of a song, he just walks off stage to where you’re sitting in the front row. Without skipping a beat, he leans down, cups your face, and kisses you right there in front of thousands of screaming fans. It’s all over social media in seconds, but he doesn’t care. He loves showing the world that you’re his.

After that, everyone’s convinced you’re secretly married. The fans, the media—everyone starts watching your every move, trying to catch hints. But you and Sukuna? You’re still playing the game. You drop subtle posts, he keeps saying wild things in interviews, but the truth? That's something only the two of you know, and you both love it that way.

Even when the tabloids try to bring up his past relationships, Sukuna brushes it off like they’re ancient history. “I don’t even remember their names,” he says with a smirk, eyes locked on you. It’s always been you. His loyalty is so obvious, and it’s like no one else even exists to him anymore.

Through all of it—the fame, the pressure, the constant attention—he never once falters in showing how much he adores you. Even when you’re just relaxing at home, in oversized sweats, with no makeup on, he’s snapping photos, posting captions like “my forever.” He’s not just a rapper anymore; he’s your biggest fan.

And the world? They can’t get enough of it. You’re his muse, his inspiration, and every song, every album, every Instagram post just proves that. Whether you’re married or not, one thing’s clear—Sukuna is completely, hopelessly yours.

But then, all of a sudden, everything stopped.

Your Instagram, which was private to begin with, went quiet. No more funny posts, no glimpses into your life together. Sukuna, who had once filled his social media with pictures of you, stopped posting about you entirely. The change was so abrupt that fans couldn’t help but notice. Where you once seemed inseparable, now there was nothing—no mentions, no sightings, no public appearances.

People started to speculate. The rumors ran wild. Did you break up? Was there trouble behind the scenes? But Sukuna, known for being loud and bold, said nothing. He kept his usual swagger in public.

For months, the questions piled up. Fans, the media, and even those close to Sukuna started to get concerned. The silence surrounding you became deafening, and the more time passed, the stranger it seemed. People were used to seeing Sukuna wear his emotions on his sleeve—he was known to fight, to react, to never hold back. If there had been a breakup, or worse, a divorce, he would’ve shown it. He wasn’t the type to stay quiet or hide his feelings. But instead of any sign of heartbreak, he carried on like nothing had changed.

He was still going to concerts, his performances as explosive as ever, and his attitude hadn’t shifted. Some fans even said he seemed happier, more focused. There were no cryptic tweets, no outbursts—just the same confident, cocky Sukuna. Yet, you were just… gone.

No one could understand it. If you had parted ways, surely there would’ve been some sign, some fight, some hint of the old Sukuna coming out in his usual dramatic fashion. But there was nothing.

That was until he accidentally posted a picture that blew everything wide open.

It was a sweet, candid shot—your very happy, smiling face next to a gender-revealing cake, your big, swollen belly on full display as you wore one of his tank tops and a pair of his sweatpants. Your curly hair was loose and wild, framing your face, and you radiated pure joy. The kind of peace and happiness that made it clear life was treating you well. No stress, no chaos—just a soft, beautiful life. Sukuna wasn’t just keeping you hidden; he was protecting you, giving you the space to enjoy your pregnancy in peace.

The post wasn’t meant for the world. He had meant to send it to his private "only friends" list, but, in classic Sukuna fashion, he fucked it up. The entire world saw it, and within seconds, the internet exploded.

Fans went wild. The mystery of your disappearance was solved in the most unexpected way. You weren’t gone, you weren’t forgotten—you were just living your best, most peaceful life, growing the next chapter of your and Sukuna’s story.

The gender-reveal cake in the picture had pink and blue icing, sparking even more curiosity about whether you were having a boy, a girl, or maybe even twins. But one thing was clear: you were happy, glowing, and clearly loved. The rumors about breakups and separations were crushed in an instant. Sukuna had just been keeping this huge part of his life private, away from the chaos of fame.

And of course, Sukuna handled the accidental post like only he could. When people asked him about it, all he said was, “Guess the cat’s out of the bag. Mind your business,” with a smirk. He didn’t apologize, didn’t try to hide anything anymore. He let the world see that while he was still the same Sukuna on stage, behind the scenes he was a man completely in love, taking care of the woman who meant everything to him.

From that moment, it was clear—while you’d been off the radar, you weren’t out of his life. You were right there, the center of his world, and now the whole world knew it too.

@sukunasbae92: “OMG SHE’S PREGNANT?!?!? And she’s so gorgeous!!! 🥹 No wonder he’s been keeping her lowkey all this time! Congrats King and Queen! 💖💙”

@rapgodfan69: “I knew it! There was no way they broke up! This man is too in love to let her go. Look at her glowing!! 😍”

@sukunasimpsquad: “The fact that this man was keeping us in the dark this whole time. I’m weak. And look at her?! She’s so damn happy! Sukuna you’re officially a SIMP.”

@rapgamelegends: “This man gave us an entire album about her had us all thinking they split and now THIS?! Sukuna, you really playin’ with our emotions out here. But congratulations to both of you!! 🙏🏼💖💙”

@haterzgonhate: “Imagine being Sukuna’s baby mama and living your best life while he spoils the hell out of you. That’s the dream right there. #SoftLife”

@preggoboss: “She looks amazing, so happy, and peaceful 😍 Sukuna didn’t just give us bangers, he gave her the soft life we all deserve. #SoftLifeGoals”

@wildflowergirl: “Sukuna being a dad just hits different. Imagine having your man call you his wife then casually dropping a pregnancy post. 😩✨ We love to see it.”

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@sukunaofficial (Post): “For those of you who are concerned—it’s twins. And leave my wife alone, you fuckers.”

He followed it up with a simple yet intimate shot of his heavily tattooed hand resting on your big, swollen stomach, his fingers gently splayed across your skin. You were wearing one of his oversized shirts, barely covering the bump, and the soft lighting made the moment feel even more tender.

@gojosatrouofficial (Comment): "Pleassssss Y/N, name one of them after meeeeeeee! I will give u anything 🥺🙏💙"

@sukunaofficial (Reply): "@gojosatrouofficial over my dead body. Get your own kids, fool."

@blueeyebaby: “Gojo Satoru bribing people for a baby name? ICONIC. 😂💙”

@sukunashands: "Gojo out here BEGGING for baby name rights 😭 Sukuna is gonna murder him lMAOOO!"

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he really went from ‘fighting everyone’ to ‘my hand on my wife’s belly’ REAL QUICK. We stan this development sukuna nation. he also verbally abused his fans and they still love him 😶

Giving you roses

⤬ when you receive flowers that aren’t from them

incl ⤬ Nanami Satoru Suguru Toji Choso Ino Sukuna

xtra ⤬ this kinda sucks but wanted to post <\3 srry for inactivity

𑁤◞ it will be a double win situation for satoru, even if your child is his copy or yours like what difference does it make.

“ohh yeah, dear, now you have not one beautiful man, but two.”

or…

“i can’t believe, now i have not one beautiful girl, but two.”

CAN YOU DO CHOSO KAMO SAYS IN BED? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEEEE

THINGS CHOSO SAYS IN BED

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“am i doing it right? t-tell me baby..”

“spit on it .. get it wet f’ me,”

“you gonna be my good girl tonight?”

“got cramps? want me to fuck em out of you? alright, pull your panties down.”

“can we stay in and i just eat your pussy? haven’t done it in so long,”

“i don’t wanna tear it .. it’s too pretty on you,”

“yeah? right there pretty? s’ that the spot?”

“i want you to take control tonight,”

“like having that pretty little ass played with hm? you slutty bitch. turn the fuck over,”

“s’ just a little bit of blood .. you know i don’t fucking care, open your legs.”

“go get the cuffs for me.”

“prep yourself for me first .. i wanna see you do it, no looking away either ..”

“fuckkkk .. you’re fucking milking me baby .. s’ dripping all over my sheets.”

“wanna use some of the toys tonight? yeah?”

“m’ not touching that slutty pussy tonight, spread your ass. we’re doing things different tonight.”

“pull em to the side for me baby .. might be a little tight—oh, oh fuck..”

“hey, no tears. you begged for me to fuck you like this .. so stop fucking crying.”

“did you just squirt?”

“fuck! i told you to stop y/n .. you got my fucking pants ruined.”

“you have to be quieter y/n baby, my brothers’ll hear you. i know it feels good, but you’ve got to be quiet for me,”

“cum now or you won’t at all,”

“hey—don’t make me punish you .. this is supposed to be a reward.”

Fully masked Invincible is the sweetest variant you've met. Sure, he's killed people, but everyone makes mistakes, and the way he says, ' I'm sorry for every little thing,' is a lot cuter in your books. A true textbook bottom cutie, but he argues he can top for real if given a chance.

he saves you from the civilian casualties that one of the other variants created. he bridal style carries you through the clouds and profusely apologizes when you're shaking in his arms from being too cold and being held so tight in his arms. he even apologizes for not even being your mark grayson, you're not his but he can't help but touch you like you really are his.

when the two of you are settled on the city's outskirts, and safe from the death and screams. he cups your face in his gloved hands, staring at you from his goggles. he's missed you. he's missed the two most important women in his life. he just needs to get his mom now and take all three of you home. his body is ragged and high-strung under the pads of your fingers, and he halfway chokes on a sob when you don't hold any malice in your pretty gaze when you look at him.

he's always been such a tender lover, sweet on the lips and heavenly in the bedroom; a true fallen angel that never chose a side on the day of reckoning in heaven.

the third time he apologizes is for the way he kisses you when he tugs the mask halfway over his nose and smashes your mouths together just because he can't stand the silence between you two. he tastes like desperation and yearning. Perhaps the tiniest bit of sin when his teeth latch on your bottom lip and suck it into his mouth so he can hear you sigh openly.

However, you don't mind. his sorries escalate from his half-chubbed boner rubbing against your hip to saying sorry for how you writhe and tense on soft patchy grass when his thick dick stretches you out in ways that feel like you're being torn in two. He isn't sorry for cumming too quickly, because he makes up for it in his pussy eating skills later on.

CHOSO who loves when you wear eyeliner. he hates making you cry— worries him to his core every time he does— but as he’s fucking you right now, tears forming at the brims of your eyes, smearing your makeup every so slightly, he thinks this is the way life’s supposed to be.

CHOSO who brings a finger up to your lashes, wiping away the wet as he continues to go impossibly deeper in you. he brings his thumb down, dragging the liner down your cheeks.

CHOSO who whines at how much of a mess you look. he loses himself in the fact he’s doing this to you. his movements become sloppier, eyes locked on yours and how much bigger and brighter they look right now.

CHOSO who cums making eye contact with you before he drops his head into the crook of your neck, crying too because you just feel too good. “i love you, i love you, i love you.”

CHOSO who grabs you a towel and cotton pads. he cleans you up top to bottom, cleaning any cum from you, and wiping all the excess makeup from your face before he presses a slow kiss to the corner of your temple.

₊˚ෆ HOW TOJI DEALS WITH OTHER MEN LIKING YOU <3

Tw- breeding, mentions of violence (not towards you), video recording. Not proofread

“Nuh uh don't hide this fucking pussy, show him how much you're creamin’ on my cock, don’t go all shy on me darling”. Toji laughed mockingly, his large hand effortlessly clasping both of your wandering wrists above your head to prevent any escape while using your phone to zoom in on the icky view of the mess between your mellowed thighs.

A streak of milky wetness glistened all over his massive cock, cascading down to his aching balls that were being captured in the filthy mess anyways because of how it's continuously slamming against your asshole that was coated with the cream that seeped out your gooey cunt.

"Fuck yeah, ya see that? See how this cute little pussy is wetting my dick? She sure as hell must be fucking loving it to be making this hell of a mess," he declared proudly. His deep, husky laugh resonated throughout the room, leaving no doubt that Toji was most likely losing his mind over the situation.

A few minutes earlier you told him about the guy from your class who confessed his feelings to you and you’re very uncertain about how to respond so you asked your boyfriend for some advice and well he decided to matters into his own hands.

“Tojii.. l-let go!” You cried out, attempting to dig your nails into his wrists as if that would make any difference, considering how fucking strong he is that it made your efforts almost laughably worthless.

“Nah don't think I want to darling, this fucker needs to know who the hell you belong to” he gritted his teeth at the thought of the guy even having the audacity to think you'd date him. You're all his and he would go to extreme lengths to ensure it remains that way.

The two of you were undeniably meant for each other and there was no fucking way in hell Toji would let some random fucker take you away from him.

“You wish this was you huh? Too fucking bad it's all mine to stuff and fuck, she belongs to me. Keep texting her and I’ll find you and bash your stupid fucking head in. Ya hear me?”. His brutal words cut through the air with a sharp edge, conveying possessiveness and veiled threats. It reverberated loudly, ensuring every detail was captured in the recording that the guy will be listening to soon after this.

His voice was deeper and harsher than normal, making your little cunt flutter even more around his stiffened shaft.

Which he obviously picked up on. “Ohhh you're such a slutty fucking whore baby, who am I kidding.” his grip on your bruised hands tightened. Threatening to leave more red, angry marks as he buckled his hips harshly into your ruined pussy. The force of his hips as he pushed into you aggressively showed literally no mercy.

“You’ll never fucking leave me, you're too fucking obsessed that your little cunt is twitching around me to the thought of me killing another man for you huh?”.

“N-no—” you stammered, turning your head away to look the other direction which made his grin widen even more as he playfully licked the faded scar on his lips because it had always been an indication of you lying whenever you looked away from him like that.

“Aww, that's fine doll," he murmured softly, his gaze unwavering as he directed the phone towards your fucked out face. His body sank deeper, inching downwards until his face hovered mere inches from your own. "you know what I'm thinking?”.

You peered your eyes at him and held contact in sheer curiosity.

“I’ll just breed this pretty fucking pussy and fuck a baby into you, how's that sound? Huh? You'll be such a good Mommy to our kid” his breath is now fanning against your face. Your body quivered at the thought, a deep longing stirring within you.

The thought of his suggestion made you moan, not just a normal moan. There's no particular way to describe it but the thought of that made your mind blurry and hazed. You and Toji always talked about having children in a few years but there's no harm in one now.

His possessiveness drove you crazy. Sure you knew Toji wasn’t a saint or an angel because at the end of the day, he murdered people for a living and because of that alone— he knew about the lonesome dangers of the world so he’s extremely overprotective and you’d loved every bit of it.

The thought of Toji even thinking you’d leave him for anyone else was an insult towards you because both of you were perfect for each other in every way possible.

“Y-yes! yes please, wanna carry your baby!” you babbled over and over, nodding your head like some stupid bitch as he proudly smirked at your reaction in amusement. “Yeah? Want me to make you a mommy? Get you pregnant so you'll be all full and swollen? Then everyone is gonna fucking know who you belong to”. The glint in Toji’s eyes was so dark, that it almost had you scared for a moment.

“Yesyesyes, please, m’so desperate Toji, fill me up–” you whimpered, tears glistening in your eyes as you pleaded fervently.

“Yeah fuck that, y’know what—” he mumbled to himself with a brief pause to stop the recording on his phone and swiftly hitting the "send" button to the guy that’s currently and patientlyyy waiting for your response in the chat. He casually tossed the device to the side and embraced you tightly, his strong arms enveloping you and wrapped around your neck to hug you before vigorously slamming his hips into you in an intense pace.

Unfortunately, the poor guy never had the chance to witness the adorable blessing you and Toji shared several months later because your boyfriend assassinated him on his way home the very next afternoon because he tried to speak to you again in person.