Arranged marriages to an assassin "This marriage was never meant to mean anything. But neither was she." Gojo and y/n's marriage was a spectacle-two powerful clans sealing a political alliance with tradition, elegance, and ice-cold silence. They were strangers standing side by side, bound by duty, not love. Satoru Gojo-the strongest sorcerer and teacher at Jujutsu High had lost his fiancée Amaya, just three months before. She vanished without a trace. Her family declared her dead... too quickly. Y/N from an old, reclusive sorcerer family. She's polite. Reserved But Y/N isn't what she seems. Behind her calm demeanor hides a double life-one steeped in blood, shadows, and deadly secrets. As Gojo keeps his distance, haunted by a past he won't talk about, he discover something terrifying about his not so innocent wife Project Black never truly ends it was never meant to end. Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of emotional trauma, grief, manipulation, and violence. It includes mentions of death, blood, murder, arranged marriage, and psychological distress. Reader discretion is advised I do not own any jjk characters I just own this storyline

👹🏅#1 sukunaxreader The Goddess of Death, out of boredom, came once again to this odd reality full of curses and chaos. She left in the Dark Age when all of sudden the fun was ended by the Jujutsu Sorcerers. However, this place caught her attention again due to a single person. What might happen when the King of Curse finally encounters the Goddess he searched for and waited for so many centuries? When the Goddess of Death meets her most devoted worshipper? 👹🏅#2 sukuna 🧿🏅#3 gojo Sukuna x Female Reader 🔞 *NOT MINORS INVOLVED!

(Y/N) has been on the move, running away from the mistakes that they have caused in their past. Eventually, they come across a Manner that seems abandoned. Overgrown plants, dusty windows, it would be a great place to hide out for a minute. Of course, not unless they earn their keep first. After the first day, they had found a porcelain doll sitting not too far away from where they slept, sitting on a meticulously designed chair, with a note in their lap. (Cover art is by Domomodraws on Tumblr. If you are Donomodraws and you wish for me to remove this drawing, let me know and I'll be glad to do so.)