JJK duos protecting you ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
cw: mentions of fighting, manhandling, protective!jjk, damsel in distress!reader
note: this is something quick and light while I work on requests.
includes: Gojo, Geto, Itadori, Fushiguro, Kashimo, Hakari, Ino, Nanami, Kusakabe, Yaga
Gojo & Geto
First of all, I know, I know. The last time they tried playing bodyguard, it went horribly wrong. But it wasn’t their fault !
Taking their techniques into account, I think Gojo still sucks at keeping people safe on his own. We know that he fights better alone, as shown multiple times, like in Shibuya and Shinjuku, for example. He has the Six Eyes to keep an eye on you, but if someone manages to actually get close, Gojo will have a hard time keeping things under control, if he has his Limitless on, that is. Enemies won’t be able to come close, but neither will you, which is not ideal. That being said, he can work well with Geto.
Gojo will put himself between you and the danger source, activating his impenetrable barrier, while Geto can stay at your side and maybe use his cursed spirits too.
Geto manages on his own, thanks to his cursed technique and exceptional martial arts skills. Luckily, he’s the polite one and he definitely reassures you in that sweet voice of his, as he literally beats the shit out of someone in front of you. Covers your eyes or tells you to look away when/if he’s landing a final blow. Tells you how well you did and how brave you were, even though you haven’t done anything but scrambled away from the scene and he’s the one drenched in someone’s blood.
Yuji & Megumi
Megumi and his shikigami are similar to what Geto has going on, but he isn’t very good at dealing damage with his own body. With this duo, I think the dynamic would be switched, Megumi being positioned at a wider radius, while Yuji stays with you. Yuji is physically very strong; we’ve seen him effortlessly carry Nobara and throw literal cars, so no doubt he’d snatch you up.
However, he cannot punch and kick as he’s holding you, so he throws you into the air, lets Megumi’s Nue carry you for a bit, and then you’re dropped back into Yuji’s arms.
I think there is a lot of getting passed around with these two. Being yanked in the air, dropped from a building, and landing in Bansho’s water… They might briefly lose you somewhere and start arguing about it.
“Where is she?”
“I thought you had her!”
“It was your turn!”
It’s a wild ride, but they’re getting the job done.
Kashimo & Hakari
Hakari is like Yuji when it comes to physical prowess, but he’s older and I’d say… more attuned to how to handle a lady.
Meanwhile, Kashimo is not. He isn’t attuned to anything, ever. Kashimo’s weapon is a mid-/long-range weapon, in my opinion, since lightning shoots out of it, so he is the one providing cover. However, he’s also fast and arrogantly expects everything and everyone else to be fast too, to keep up with him. So, he ends up near you at some point from all the zig-zagging around.
This is bad for you because he could accidentally hit you with his powerful cursed energy.
He tells you to get out of his way. If you don’t, he grabs you by your ankle and throws you at Hakari. Hakari, who will probably have an aneurysm from how harshly his friend is treating such a pretty woman. It is also possible that Kashimo would do something to your brain with his electricity to knock you out so you “don’t make those annoying sounds” (talking—he means talking), so Hakari will have to carry your passed-out body on his shoulder. 3/10, worst bodyguard experience ever.
Nanami & Ino
I think they’re the perfect duo to protect someone. They’re skilled, professional, polite. If a situation escalates, it’s Nanami staying behind to fight the curse/curse user/regular bad guy, and Ino takes you to a safe place. He is very fast on his feet with his cursed technique, so he uses that water to slide across the ground, with you in his arms, bride-style, of course. He might say something like, “Don’t worry, miss, you’re in good hands!” (Literally).
I think they’d be glad to have helped you and would appreciate you inviting them for dinner as a thank-you.
Kusakabe & Yaga
Now this is a classic being sandwiched between two old men type of situation.
Kusakabe uses a sword, and as far as I know, Yaga just punches things. His cursed corpses could do various things, such as keeping an eye on situations and being annoying obstacles for potential opponents. If things got real, you’d probably stand between them, with their backs turned to you as they fight. You could try to help them, carry your own weight in a way, but they’d probably scold you gruffly about how you’ll only get yourself hurt.
You patch then up later… (๑﹏๑) so much muscle and sweat and panting…and the occasional grunt when the alcohol burns.
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All love, no hate and played for laughs.♡ Some lighthearted fun.
In order of appearance: Gojo ✦ Choso ✦ Nanami ✦ Geto ✦ Kusakabe ✦ Sukuna ✦ Higuruma
“Hey honey. Hey honey. Hey honey.” He stands over you. He’s been at it for a minute and 38 seconds already. He’s the best at everything alright. Including the being at being annoying.
Your neck turns, slowly, “what?”
“I gotta tell ya something.” You look around, hand extending, showing him the room with a hand full of students. He looks and just shrugs.
“Tell me after.”
“I don’t wanna.” Immediately, you throw him out. But he stands by the door. His shadow cast over the paper wall. You can make out his silhouette anywhere.
“Anyway—”a ding—it’s your phone. He keeps texting you. Ding, ding, ding. Gripping the phone, you snarl. Even when you turn off the sound, you find yourself turning off the entire phone.
When you look up, you see a huge blue eyed white hair student sitting in the back row. “Gojo … get out.” He looks over his shoulder to see who you’re talking to. Then turns to the girl next him and shrugs. She lets out an ear piercing screech before collapsing into her friend’s arm.
Your eyes roll back but then you hear a screech again. Is the girl okay? No, it’s Gojo who is nudging his desk in the middle row. You look to see him smiling, ear to ear. Falling back into your seat, you hear the screech again and again. Every time you look up at him, he’s closer, but he stops. Hands still neatly together in front like a studious student.
Staring at the ceiling, you hear it a couple of more times, but then the desk starts bumping. Looking back at him, now, right up to your desk, still smiling as he edges his desk into yours over, and over, and over again. You stay there a while in silence, the only sound is that of the wood on wood contact and the mild screech of desk to floor.
“What do you want?”
“I gotta tell ya something.~ Permission to approach?” You nod your head which causes him to smile even wider, showing those pearly white teeth. He comes over, and bends eye height to you. “I love you.” He peaks your lip with a kiss before sauntering off.
All the girls in the classroom squeal. It hurts … As all the boys take notes.
A local carnival is in town, you, Yuji, and Choso all decide to go. As you and Choso walk, fingers intertwined, Yuji is already off stuffing his face with cotton candy and other confectioneries. He hands some to you, whilst you take just a bite. He then hands some over to his big brother.
Choso likes it … likes it a bit too much. Having gone back to grab some more, you eye him, “watch it, don’t eat too much, or you’ll get sick.”
“But Yuji—”
“Yuji’s a damn shark, nothing makes him sick.”
He looks at his little brother gorge himself, “I know …” He is so proud, it’s mildly annoying. There is no jealously from you. It’s just you hear it ALL day long. Even Yuji is annoyed at it.
The two ride the roller coaster, one twice, a third time, until both of them come running off to the nearest trash can. Both of them are sick … Disgusting.
“I thought you said he doesn’t get sick,” Choso holds his stomach. But you point at Yuji, who is already running around. “I’m so,” burps, “proud.” You roll your eyes.
At the water gun booth, Choso holds the water gun studying it. “You shoot the water to that bullseye there sending the arrow all the way up, the person who keeps the water in the target the longest, wins.” The two notice how you keep looking at the little unicorn stuffed animal. Yuji whispers, “if you win, you can get her the stuffed animal.”
Choso is now determined.
All three of you play, but neither of you win. Choso especially sits there defeated. He need to win you that plushy. “Again.” Looking at him, “one more time.”
As it’s about to start, you notice Choso put down the gun, roll down his shoulders and place his hands together, both you and Yuji scream, “NO!” in unison before he lets the blood rip though the target sending the arrow up.
“I win!” He cheers. Blood is everywhere. Screams are heard from down the line, one lady even faints. “That one please,,” pointing to the unicorn. The shaking, teller reaches for the plush, hands it to Choso and runs and hides. He immediately gives it to you.
Grabbing it from his hands, glaring at him as the three of you are escorted out.
“So …” Yuji breaks the awkward silence. “The latest Human Earthworm movie is playing, wanna go see?”
You shrug, might as well.
Human Earthworm Brotherhood, The sequel in which the protagonist Earthworm must come together with his fully human brother …
Yuji sits sipping on his eighth soda for today, with the biggest bin of popcorn. Sitting next to him is a crying Choso, next to him, is you, propping your head up on the armrest, staring at him.
This is the dumbest movie you’ve ever seen, and he’s crying at it like it’s some heart warming drama. “He loves his brother … So! Much!” Your eyes roll yet again, at least Yuji is having a good time. But you look down at the little unicorn plush, you can’t help but smile … Until you hear the sobbing right beside you.
You growl, “grrrr …”
It’s a rainy day in Malaysia. Normally you wouldn’t mind but Ino is visiting and you had hoped to show him around. He hasn’t been here since the wedding.
So, instead of showing him the lovely walking path nearby, you and him are sitting at the table while Nanami reads the rules of the game … again.
It was supposed to be the rapid mode of this game—supposed to last only 45 minutes but it’s been two hours. You try to reach for the money, to pluck out your own, but he gently places his hand over yours, intertwining his fingers so sweetly. He looks up from the rule book to smile at you. And it does what it’s supposed to do: melt you. You hate it.
Looking over at Ino, elbows on the table, head down, you rub his back, you know the pain.
A ding! “Oh … the brownies are ready.” Apparently it’s always on his turn that he has to make snacks or hand them out. Beneath his beanie, Ino glares up at you.
“Sweetie, I think we can it quits.” Ino nods firmly. “Let’s just tally up our money and assets and whoever has the most wins. Hm?” Ino holds a praying motion.
Kento holds the tray with two oven mitts and apron—my goodness, for he has never been more offended in his life. “Rules are there for a reason, dear.”
Oh? Do you detect sass from Kento Nanami? You will not take it. “Ken, this is boring as hell—it should have ended at the most an hour ago.”
“Fine,” he takes the tray of brownies. “No brownies for you then.” Leaving, “either of you”. Ino sighs in disappointment whilst Kento stands in the open kitchen. The whole house is an open concept except the bedroom and bathroom.
You look at Ino who groans. “So, this is him relaxing huh? … I miss it when he was tense.”
Looking up at him, arms crossed, biting his lower lip. Sighing, “Ken, I’m sorry let’s ….” whirling your hand around the board, “finish this.”
He hesitates, stone faced and everything until he finally brings over the brownies. You swear he goes even slower, glaring at you each time he reaches for money, as though to ask is this fast enough? God … do you love sassy Ken.
You sit with Nanako to your right, and Mimiko to your left. All three of you struggle to keep your eyes open. Today, Geto is especially spicy in his sermons. He has officially reached the point where he does not give two craps. Dark haired Mimiko grips your hand whilst Nanako is trying to take out her cellphone. The moment her eyes catch yours, she pushes it back. But you nudge her.
Immediately she puts on a YouTube video. Even without the sound, all three of you are entranced. Not even realizing his voice is so much closer, until he scoops the phone up. “As I was saying”, he pockets it whilst glaring at the three of you.
“Look at this lovely lady. She is my paramour. My lover. The woman who I wake up with and go to sleep every night next to. She has done nothing but give to me. She gives me love when I ask and even when I don’t. Oh the love she gives.”
Slack-jawed. Your mouth is slack-jaw, the whole congregation is listening to this. Including the two ladies you call daughters who are sinking into their seats. “Her touch is gentle, her kisses warm,--unlike you, you filthy cretins of wasted space—” your eyes widen to heights you never thought possible. Cheeks flushed with immense heat.
You look around, the people are crying—but because they are scarred. No. Because he has them so wrapped around his finger, even as he insults them—comparing them to the Goddess that is you. His love makes them cry.
“Geto …”
“Yes my love,” he shoves the microphone to your mouth. Nervous sweat rains down upon looking on the dozens of dozens of people now not only watching, but hearing you.
“I uh …” your voices echos, darting the microphone, “can I leave?”
“Why do you want to leave?” His face changes. Eyes angry, brows furrowed. Pointing to the humans, “did they offend you?”
“No you’re—,” he keeps switching the microphone between the two of you. Finally you grab it and throw it away. “You! You’re embarrassing me!” You watch as he takes another microphone from his sleeve and turns it on. Tapping it repeatedly to test the sound. “Idiot! Girls, come on.” You walk off the stage, whilst the girls follow you giddily.
You sit at the teacher meeting. Kneeling at the table. Your eyes fluttering close at yet another teacher meeting. All you hear is Principal Yaga reading off the “official” statements from the higher ups. Even he is struggling.
Then you hear another sound: The annoying clicking out of Kusakabe’s lollipop clicking against his teeth, and the occasionally sucking sound. You glare at him, you little thing you, but right now, even as you sit, you tower over him, wearing a literal angry anime mark. In an angry whisper, “stop it!”
He just looks at you and huffs—unbothered—he then starts to click it more and more. Your fingers grip your knees almost ripping your tights. Just as you are about to explode, he unwraps another lollipop and sticks in your mouth, silencing you.
You glare daggers at him, but he just looks at you with that blank stare of his before continuing to look interested in Yaga’s speech.
It takes a few moments, but … the lollipop is at least a fun way to pass time … Tasty too. The moment he sees you enjoying it, he takes out a few more and hands it to you under the table. As you grab it, you notice his hand flinches for the briefest second over yours. He has such strong hands, thicker, hard working hands than most men around here. Quickly you grab the lollipops before turning away, your face hot.
Not knowing he’s doing the same. Even feeling the hand that touched yours. Just as you are doing to yourself.
You just sit just slightly behind Sukuna, Uraume stands by his other side. All three of you want these ‘formal’ meetings to end. A man bows and you feel your hair pricked, but turn around to see nothing. Looking at Sukuna, “what?”
Puzzled, you look behind you, “nothing …”
Another person comes and go, and then you feel it again. This time, you try to catch it but no avail, nothing. You mouth to Uraume, “did you see anything?” They look to Sukuna, who sits bored, a hand to his mouth, his eyes narrow to them. Finally, they shake their head, no.
Another person is brought it, but you turn back. Thankfully, you are able to be informal. Eyes squinted so that you don’t miss anything. The person leaves screaming being pulled by two other men, nothing this time, so when you turn your head, you feel something thick rub your whole head, obscuring your vision entirely and messing up your hair.
Hair frazzled, you look around. Nothing. You attempt to stand but Sukuna places his whole hand on your head to sit you back. Tilting his head towards you, “if I got to sit through this, so do you.” As you pout turning to the other side smoothing down your hair. A sly smile crawls upon his face as he bends over to take out a wheat plant from a decorative vase.
He takes the wheat plant and gently rubs your ears with the tip, as you turn to him, he grins wildly, not even looking at you. Propping his face up on his two hands whilst a third hand rests behind his back.
It’s him. That— You know you can’t do anything. So, you just sit there gripping your knuckles in your lap. You’ll get him later.
Currently, you are determined to look forward ignoring him, even as he does it again. His long arm reaching the other ear too. It tickles, but you persevere. Though he knows you’re failing, nostrils glaring as he pokes the wheat plant to them.
Your eyes start to falter to him as he continues to trace your face.
There is a person in front of him, terrified. But the big dope is having the time of his life annoying you. Massive body rocking up and down as he giggles like a little bitch boy, not even trying to hide his smile.
Now, your lips start to tremble as he taps the plant to your lips, trying to open them.
Angry anime mark time. You jump on the massive behemoth, finger pointed to his face, yelling out expletives to him.
Everyone is in shock and awe. Only Uraume is unfazed, smiling at their crazy little family. For if it was anyone else … It would end very, very differently.
You straddle Sukuna yelling out all the ways you want to kill him, his one hand on your waist. Laughing the whole time, he waves Uraume off and they start to clear the room.
His eyes side ways crescent moons, eyebrows raised in pure amusement. Not caring if anyone is left, he crosses his two higher arms behind his neck, watching the most amusing show. “That’s it? Come on woman.” His wicked smile never faltering, “more”.
You are trying to watch your favorite true crime documentary. Finally the whole season got to streaming. All while your husband, Hiromi walks around the apartment talking on his phone to a client. You’re trying to concentrate, but you just can’t. Why he can’t go into the other room and close the door is beyond you but luckily the call only lasts about a few minutes.
You rewind.
It becomes engrossing, truly stranger than fiction. Once they reveal the killer and start the prosecution part of the case, you can smell the familiar musk. Looking over, Hiromi stands, hand in his pockets staring at the TV.
“No, no.” He rubs his furrowed brows, “they should have—” This is when you zone out. Arm stretched, hand on the pause button. He continues on with big law words you don’t know. Of what he would have done versus what they did versus what they should have done.
“Are you finished?”
He looks at you, then back at the TV, his big eyes landing back at you. “Yeah, please continue.”
The moment he sits down for the next episode, you hold back everything in you. He sits, elbows on his knees staring deeply into the television. Throughout the whole second episode, he explains to you all the jargon and the laws … it was cute when you were dating. Anything to hear his voice. But now …
“Hiromi?” Your eyes squeeze shut, trying to hold back any anger but when you open them, seeing his pleading big orbs staring right back at you. “Nothing. Go ahead, continue.”
And he does. So much so. All you can do is lay your head on his shoulder as he continues his little justice rant.
