Heir Apparent

*! EXTREME SMUT WARNING !* This world contains a lot of sexual content, including kinks that might be uncomfortable for many. Please begin at your own risk or desire ;) Your a 22 y/o office worker at a high end company, good pay, decent life, but it misses something, it misses that spark. And you happen to find just the way to solve that.

Sold to the Zenin family as Naoya's wife, you refuse to bow to his misogyny—until you catch him moaning your name.

In Jujutsu Kaisen, a marriage contract chains you to Satoru Gojo — and to the curse sharing his body.

You're pregnant with Toji Fushiguro's child — and the deadbeat sorcerer-killer thinks you should get rid of it. But you've already made your choice.

In a world of curses and sorcery, Satoru Gojo's wife discovers the ultimate betrayal—his heart belongs to his best friend, Suguru Geto.

After a bitter argument drives you from your husband’s side, you decide to put your pride aside and seek reconciliation—only to discover the one thing you never imagined. Behind the doors of his chambers, the sounds of another woman shatter every promise your marriage was built on. Now, with your heart in pieces and the palace watching, you must decide whether to remain the feared King’s loyal queen… or become the one person even Sukuna cannot afford to lose.

Childhood best friends Yuji Itadori and you have been “practicing” kisses, touches, and everything short of going all the way for years with zero malice… but at Tokyo Jujutsu High those innocent sessions are starting to feel dangerously real, and Yuji’s sweet golden-retriever charm is slowly cracking into something much hungrier.

Overnight you become wife to Mumbai's most feared mafia don — a man as beautiful as he is merciless, and as cold to you as the empire he rules.

In a Jujutsu Kaisen world, the King of Curses claims a fierce female warrior as his personal breeding conquest on a blood-soaked battlefield.

He is the King of Curses. He has unmade emperors. He has named the dark and watched it answer. The country trembles in its sleep when he turns in his. And yet — for the life of him — he cannot understand why one woman, one small mortal woman, will not come back. He has not slept since you left. He has not eaten. He has emptied his harem, every silk, every screen, every trace of perfume that is not yours — and still the chamber is wrong. Still the bed is cold. Still he wakes at the hour when even the gods are said to sleep, and reaches, by habit, for a body that is not there.