Unofficial Records of Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerers
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An Unofficial Record of Gojo Satoru (as Told by His No. 1 Simp) by Anonymous
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)
13 Dec 2025
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(Meant to be read as reader insert / selfshipping / yumeship)
I woke up in Michiru Isagi’s body, with no memory of who that is or how I got here. All I know is that I’m now a first-year at Tokyo Jujutsu High, and my cursed technique can buff others through physical contact. It’s not flashy, but it seems to excite a lot of people especially a certain white haired blue eyed boy.
This is my unofficial record of Gojo Satoru.
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An Unofficial Record of Geto Suguru (as Told by Someone Who Died Because of His Smile) by Anonymous
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)
10 Sep 2025
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I died because of a smile.
When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in heaven or hell. I was in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen itself, born into the prestigious, suffocating Gojo Clan.***
This is the Geto x Reader book. If you'd like the Gojo x Reader, please check out the other Unofficial Record!
This could be read as a standalone, but will feature stories and characters from 'An Unofficial Record of Gojo Satoru (as Told by His No. 1 Simp)' as they happen in the same universe.Series
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Lost Records of Sugawara no Michizane by Anonymous
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)
13 Dec 2025
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Little was known about Sugawara Michizane, other than that his blood ran through the strongest sorcerer alive—Gojo Satoru—and his family.
By reading this lost record, you will uncover the truth of his powers, as well as the parts of his private life history decided to forget.***
“His Majesty, Emperor Daigo, has come in person! Lord Sugawara is commanded—no, entreated—to receive him at once!”
Inside the private bedchamber, none of these registers.
Michizane still pins me beneath him on the wide, rumpled futon, one of my wrists caught loosely in his long fingers above my head, his other hand splayed possessively over my breast as he moves inside me with slow, drugging rolls of his hips. The morning light catches in his white hair, the Six Eyes stay half-lidded, glowing softly, utterly drunk on me.
I remain beyond words, reduced to soft, broken cries each time he seats himself fully and holds there, letting me feel every throb of him.
“My sweet, greedy wife,” he murmurs against my throat, voice rough with sleep and desire. “Do you know how many nights I dream of waking like this? Buried in your warmth before the world dares intrude?”Series