Jinn

Tamed by you

Pairing : Husband toji x wife reader

Synopsis : You married a hot dilf with anger issues. You love him. Sure does. You also spend a concerning amount of time wanting to punch him. Unfortunately for you, he's attractive enough to get away with far more than he should. And despite everything, you'd still give the marriage a solid 10/10.

Content warning : Jealousy, possessive, husband toji, dilf toji, toji being insufferably attractive, domestic fluff, mild angst, teasing, sexual tension, mdni, 18+.

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Chapter 1

Marrying Toji Fushiguro was like trying to domesticate a wild puma. Like bringing it home and somehow convincing it to stay. It was dangerous, unpredictable and the man himself is unbelievably stubborn. Yet somehow, by some miracle, you had managed to do it.

Not just him, but the small, bratty version of him too, wrapping both feral creatures around your little finger without even trying too hard.

It wasn't always easy.

Toji was rough around the edges, a man who lived by instinct more than reason. He worked a job he never talked about, came home battered and bruised sometimes, dark green eyes glittering with something savage he refused to burden you with. You never pushed at times like that. Your mom used to say that some battles weren't fought with questions, but with a warm meal, a quiet house, and a hand resting on his chest at the end of the day.

But despite everything, there was never any doubt about where he belonged. Right here, with you.

As much as you loved your husband, Toji Fushiguro had a special talent for getting on your nerves. Case in point? the clock hanging on the wall. Its steady ticking seemed louder with every passing minute as your eyes flicked to it for what felt like the hundredth time that evening.

He was late. AGAIN.

Jealousy looks good on you, baby

pairing : nanami kento x reader

content warning : nsfw, explicit sexual content, nipple play, teasing, possessiveness, breeding talk, jealousy, age gap, light humiliation, dirty talk. 18+ only.

nanami | gojo | geto | toji

read the main series here

Warm friday night air clings softly to your skin, the scent of waffle cones and melted sugar floating around you as you stand before a glowing ice cream stall. The board above you lists too many flavors, all chalked up in messy cursive. Caramel, cotton candy, triple chocolate fudge, blueberry cheesecake…

You chew your bottom lip, hands folded nervously in front of you as you scan the options.“I can’t decide…” you mumble.

“Buy all of ‘em,” Gojo says immediately, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a kid on a sugar high, sunglasses pushed up into his white hair. “I’ll pay. just blink twice if you want me to fund your sweet-tooth era.”

Nanami sighs beside you. “you’re not paying.”

“Says who?” Gojo smirks. “you took her out but I’m the one who makes her smile.”

“Whatever makes you sleep at night,” Nanami mutters.

You glance up at them both, cheeks already warm. Gojo’s grin is wide and Nanami’s stoic, hands in his pockets. You shift on your feet, heart fluttering. Honestly, you’re still recovering from yesterday, bruises high on your thighs hidden under your skirt, soreness that hasn’t left. Nanami had held your trembling body all night, apologizing under his breath, lips pressed to your temple, promising—“I’ll make it up to you. this weekend. Ice cream. just us.”

Except Gojo overheard. And now here he was, ruining the peace.

Dadaminn has me barkinggggg 🐕

Love & lies

synopsis : you made a promise to your husband... only to break it in the end. what to do, every action has consequences. yours just happened to be waiting on the couch.

content warning : nsfw / oral (f receiving & giving) / mild dom-sub dynamics / discipline kink / punishment & praise / brat taming / breeding implication / soft aftercare / mdni / 18+.

You thought you were being slick.

Sneaking back home after staying up late at a girl's night out. Your husband had made it very clear, either be home by 10 p.m. or he'd come with you if you planned to stay out late. You’d chosen the curfew, kissed his cheek, and swore you’d behave. But now it’s 1 a.m., your heels are dangling from your fingers, and you’re tiptoeing through the front door like a little thief.

You pause in the hallway, holding your breath as you close the door with the softest click you can manage. The house is dark and quiet. You start to exhale, relief washing over you, until you flip on the hallway light and,

“Kento…” you whisper, eyes widening.

There he is, sitting on the living room couch, still in his shirt, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, legs spread like he owns every inch of this house and you. His glasses catch the light, and he looks entirely unimpressed.

“1:04,” Nanami says, voice calm. It was too calm.

You clutch your heels tighter. “I didn’t think you’d wait up…”

He stands slowly, straightening to his full height, and you shrink a little under his gaze. “You promised you'd be home before ten.”

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Guysssss i might be onto something 🐰😋

#bunny's bedroom & bathroom 🏩

Living room?? 😋🏩 @bompomo

I ALREADY DID THIS ONE I FORGOT IM SORRY LMAO

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Cry me a river

synopsis : satoru gojo's a real asshole. unfortunately, he's also the kind of asshole that keeps you spoiled enough to stay and desperate enough to never leave. funny how those two always seem to go hand in hand.

content warning : extremely toxic relationship • dumb and naive reader • manipulation • emotional abuse • gaslighting • degradation • humiliation • possessive behavior • coercive sexual relationship • dubious consent / coercive consent • power imbalance • financial dependence • objectification • virginity loss • bodyshaming • crying kink • oet names • kitty play • mean gojo • explicit sexual content • mdni • 18+.

GAME OVER.

Gojo threw his headphones across the room. They smacked straight into his friend’s chest with a dull thud.

"For fuck’s sake… why the hell are you cunts so fuckin' useless?"

The silence that followed was thick enough to chew. His friend rubbed the spot where the headphones hit. "Come on, man. They were actually good—"

"Good?" Gojo barked out a mean laugh, shaking his head. "Don’t make me laugh. You played like shit and now you’re defending it? Asshole."

The guy opened his mouth, then wisely closed it. What was the point, anyways? They were all spread out in Gojo’s massive room, on his expensive couch, playing on his PS5, breathing his filtered air.

Daddy’s money ran this whole damn house, and everyone knew it. Challenging him was a quick way to get tossed out on your ass. So his friend did the most sane thing, swallowing his pride straight up and stared at the floor.

Gojo shoved himself up from the couch, long legs kicking out hard enough to nail the guy dozing on the beanbag right in the ribs.

"Ouch— what the fuck, man?!" The sleeper jolted awake, blinking confused.

"Fuckin' useless. Go fuck your moms for all I care."

That one landed wrong. The only guy in the group with half a spine straightened up. "Hey. That’s too far. Watch your mouth."

Jealousy looks good on you, baby

pairing : suguru geto x reader

content warning : explicit sexual content, public fingering, jealousy themes, possessive dirty talk, poly flirtation, light nipple play, possessive language, suggestive teasing, light voyeuristic dynamics, group affection/polyamory themes.

geto | gojo | nanami | toji

read the main series here

“Do you think this suits her ass better?”

Gojo’s voice made you flinch, he was kneeling next to your bag, holding up a red bikini like it was sacred lingerie. The bottom was a triangle of fabric, if you could even call it that. He tossed it on the bed beside five other bikinis that barely passed as clothing. He grinned over his shoulder, “I’m packing this one. It gives ‘fuck me on the sand’ energy.”

"Come on, stop it, toru..." you were blushing. Hard. Sitting on the edge of your bed, legs swinging slightly as he packed your bag for the beach trip. He was, quite literally, packing your bag. Correction: packing you into a walking wet dream.

The white one had been labeled “innocent slut vibes,” the red one “cocktease on a mission,” and the sparkly baby blue? “cute but begging to be pulled to the side.” Gojo grinned. “I think this one. let’s see if it wiggles when you walk—”

Jealousy looks good on you, baby

pairing : nanami kento x reader

content warning : nsfw, explicit sexual content, nipple play, teasing, possessiveness, breeding talk, jealousy, age gap, light humiliation, dirty talk. 18+ only.

nanami | gojo | geto | toji

read the main series here

Warm friday night air clings softly to your skin, the scent of waffle cones and melted sugar floating around you as you stand before a glowing ice cream stall. The board above you lists too many flavors, all chalked up in messy cursive. Caramel, cotton candy, triple chocolate fudge, blueberry cheesecake…

You chew your bottom lip, hands folded nervously in front of you as you scan the options.“I can’t decide…” you mumble.

“Buy all of ‘em,” Gojo says immediately, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a kid on a sugar high, sunglasses pushed up into his white hair. “I’ll pay. just blink twice if you want me to fund your sweet-tooth era.”

Nanami sighs beside you. “you’re not paying.”

“Says who?” Gojo smirks. “you took her out but I’m the one who makes her smile.”

“Whatever makes you sleep at night,” Nanami mutters.

You glance up at them both, cheeks already warm. Gojo’s grin is wide and Nanami’s stoic, hands in his pockets. You shift on your feet, heart fluttering. Honestly, you’re still recovering from yesterday, bruises high on your thighs hidden under your skirt, soreness that hasn’t left. Nanami had held your trembling body all night, apologizing under his breath, lips pressed to your temple, promising—“I’ll make it up to you. this weekend. Ice cream. just us.”

Except Gojo overheard. And now here he was, ruining the peace.

Things we do for love

content warning : stalking • harassment • sexual assault • physical violence • threats • slutshaming • emotional breakdown • panic response • bruises • crying • protective and vengeful behavior • comfort aftermath • mdni.

synopsis : you kept your head down, kept your mouth shut, tried to act like nothing was wrong. but it was. and when they found out.. yeah. let’s just say... no one's laying a hand on you again.

read the main series here

The past few days had been hell.

You’d never really hated college before. But now, the thought of walking onto that campus made your stomach twist. And it wasn’t even because of classes or exams or bad grades. It was them.

It had started when you spoke up.

Your friend had been crying in the bathroom, shaking and barely able to speak. She told you everything, how this guy kept showing up near her department, watching her, following her home, brushing too close when no one was around. She was terrified. So you did what any decent person would. You told someone. A faculty member.

And for a few days, it actually worked.

The guy stopped coming around. Your friend smiled again. There was finally peace.

Then it started again. Only this time… the victim wasn’t her.

Cry me a river

synopsis : satoru gojo's a real asshole. unfortunately, he's also the kind of asshole that keeps you spoiled enough to stay and desperate enough to never leave. funny how those two always seem to go hand in hand.

content warning : extremely toxic relationship • dumb and naive reader • manipulation • emotional abuse • gaslighting • degradation • humiliation • possessive behavior • coercive sexual relationship • dubious consent / coercive consent • power imbalance • financial dependence • objectification • virginity loss • bodyshaming • crying kink • oet names • kitty play • mean gojo • explicit sexual content • mdni • 18+.

GAME OVER.

Gojo threw his headphones across the room. They smacked straight into his friend’s chest with a dull thud.

"For fuck’s sake… why the hell are you cunts so fuckin' useless?"

The silence that followed was thick enough to chew. His friend rubbed the spot where the headphones hit. "Come on, man. They were actually good—"

"Good?" Gojo barked out a mean laugh, shaking his head. "Don’t make me laugh. You played like shit and now you’re defending it? Asshole."

The guy opened his mouth, then wisely closed it. What was the point, anyways? They were all spread out in Gojo’s massive room, on his expensive couch, playing on his PS5, breathing his filtered air.

Daddy’s money ran this whole damn house, and everyone knew it. Challenging him was a quick way to get tossed out on your ass. So his friend did the most sane thing, swallowing his pride straight up and stared at the floor.

Gojo shoved himself up from the couch, long legs kicking out hard enough to nail the guy dozing on the beanbag right in the ribs.

"Ouch— what the fuck, man?!" The sleeper jolted awake, blinking confused.

"Fuckin' useless. Go fuck your moms for all I care."

That one landed wrong. The only guy in the group with half a spine straightened up. "Hey. That’s too far. Watch your mouth."