Tumgik
#maybe i just want gojo to go feral over reader ok
jelluf1sh · 5 months
Note
*sends a peacock with my request to you*
Heyyyyyyy
Can I request Sukuna (of course), Gojo, and Nanami with a reader who just randomly bites out of love. Like nothing sexual, but just biting them as a show of love at random times! Just
c h o m p
Thank you! And of course, remember to take care of yourself and take your time!
𖦹 ˚ ✩ . ❝chomp !❞
★ synopsis. there's just something about him that looks so biteable……
★ includes. satoru gojo, nanami kento, ryoumen sukuna.
★ formatting. headcanons.
★ notes. established relationships, gn! reader, silliness. THIS ISN'T SMUT.
꒰— ๑ author’s note. *takes said peacock and names it vil schoenheit the 2nd and kisses it on the forehead* hey hi hello!! so happy to see u back in my inbox. ^_^ YOU REQUESTED NANAMI THIS TIME YIPPPIIIEEEE !!!!! ik you tell me to take it slow if i need to (and i appreciate you sm for that <3), but i always feel bad when i don't get these out to you in a timely manner :(( and i have terrible time management skills ok enjoy MWAH !!꒱
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
★彡 RYOUMEN SUKUNA.
“Remove your teeth from my cheek before I kill you, you rabid little brat. I have enough to deal with just putting up with your antics.”
He wants you so bad.
I promise he actually loves you. He just doesn’t know what he’s doing sometimes. And, to be fair, you’ve thrown him for a loop with this one.
One of Sukuna’s favorite ways to greet you is to pinch your cheek (he won’t pinch too hard — just until you start to complain), so consider this his karma.
He’s actually much more confused than he lets on.
Does his cheek look like a steamed dumpling to you? It’s not full of meat, you idiot.
When you explain that it was a show of love, he makes a face like you’ve just stepped in dog shit.
“Love is for idiots. Though I suppose that’s a satisfying explanation for you, isn’t it?”
Tumblr media
★彡 SATORU GOJO.
“Ow! Where’d that even come from!? Are you feral or something? Maybe I mistook my sweet, innocent, cute Y/N for a stray cat... Hmph.”
Like the big baby he is, Satoru’s eyes immediately well with tears, and he asks in a whimper why you’re “attacking him.”
Shut up, Gojo.
It’s obvious he’s just acting. You couldn’t hurt him if you tried!
He puts his Infinity up when he sees you go in for the chomp, then cackles when your face gets all squished against the invisible barrier.
“That’s what you get for trying to eat your boyfriend!!”
He can take a few nibbles to his cheek, but you'd better be ready to take some right back.
Satoru fights dirty, though, so expect them to be in random places, just to spook you.
The fat of your upper arm, your fingers, your cheek — he’s an unpredictable little bastard.
Tumblr media
★彡 NANAMI KENTO.
“Give me your phone. I'm limiting your screen time. I don't know which video gave you this idea, but hand it over.”
Please, Y/N, just let him be.
There’s only so much poor Nanami can keep up with when it comes to you. He’s fallen victim to so many challenges and tricks, it’s not even funny.
I’m just kidding. He wouldn’t have committed to you if he didn’t know what he was bargaining for!!
When you bite into his cheek (which took you a lot of courage to do),he takes a moment to sigh, then gives you the meanest side eye you have ever seen.
“My love.”
“Huh?”
“What was that.” It’s not even a question — its a hard statement.
You explain to him that it’s a show of your love! And… that you love him! And… that he shouldn’t be mad, because… because he loves you too! So he can’t get pissed, because the power of love is stronger than—
Another sigh cuts you off, and Nanami opens his hand to take your phone.
188 notes · View notes
gojos-undercut · 3 years
Text
prey. satoru gojo x reader
Summary: Reader encounters her natural enemy. Gojo saves the day. (Same Reader as my other stuff.  Set before main story, years after school.)
Warnings: Canon-typical violence. This one is long (2.1k), and Gojo’s barely in this part. I kinda just wanted to develop the abilities of my dear electric type Reader. This is mostly a fight scene, all of the attacks are in Latin by the way.
Part two: recovery.
Part three: reunion.
Tumblr media
You are going to die.
You’re a Grade 1 Sorcerer, blessed with an immense amount of curse energy. You’ve spent your whole life training and honing your innate technique. You’ve been personally tutored by the greatest sorcerer alive.
And yet here you stand, on death’s door, at the hands of a special grade curse (who quite honestly wasn’t even that good).
Slouching against a tree, you curse under your breath, wondering how you got to this point.
This all started about 10 minutes ago.
You felt their cursed energy before you saw them, you suspected they were two special grades, tracking you for some reason. 
You had been able to quietly lure them to a less populated area, thankful for the safety provided by the quiet night sky. ‘Everyone. Please stay away.’
Pleased with your surroundings, an empty huge park on the edge of a small forest, you turn around to face them, eyes cold. "Alright, thanks for coming. How can I help you?”
“We’re here to exterminate you, Jujutsu Sorcerer.” A gravelly voice, deep. Fitting for a curse his size.
You stretch, “Well, you wouldn’t be the first or last to try.”
Two special grades stood before you. There’s the human sized one that resembled a fish more than anything, real ugly bastard. You point at it, “Fishface.”
The other one was larger, at least twice it’s partner’s size, and seemed awfully... solid. You tilt your head, “And you... What are you?” 
Fishface lunges towards you, its finlike appendages swipe at your front. “What the fuck did you call me?!” A shrieking high pitched voice, fitting as well.
‘Those seem sharp, best keep my distance from its arms.’  You quickly evade, fast reflexes and movements were a major plus to your smaller frame.
You extend both your arms, one for each curse, “Fulmen.“ 
Your trusty bolts of lighting quickly hit their respective targets. Fishface falls flat on it’s back, screaming in pain, desperately trying to put out the small fire in its chest.
Big guy, on the other hand, stands unscathed and unmoved; instead he lunges at you, you quickly duck under him, placing a hand on his calf. You will your electricity to flow from your palm right into the curse. “Fluxus.”
Unaffected, he reaches down, wraps a massive hand around your shoulder and tosses you 20 feet away against a tree.
You gasp out in pain, the impact knocking the wind out of you. You feel cold dread creep up your spine, ‘He’s made of rock. My innate technique is useless against him.’
You look up to see the rock curse help his partner up, ‘This guy...is my natural enemy.’ 
You gingerly place a hand to your left side, feeling for the broken ribs you were certain you had. “Shit.”
Your eyes focus as you spot Fishface and rock curse heading towards you. You stand up, pointing a finger casually towards the big guy, “Golem it is then.” 
‘Golem will be an issue, but I can take care of Fishface easy.’ You watch as Fishface looks back towards Golem, ‘Big guy’s not quite as fast as his lil friend. Better separate them.’
“Hey, ugly! Talking to you, Fishface!” It snarls at you, hurrying ahead of it’s partner, weapons drawn.
You smile as non-threateningly as possible,  give them both a thumbs up and quickly dash for the cover of the small forest beside the park.
“She’s running away!” High pitched voice, near your back. He’d fallen for the bait.
“Don’t worry I’ll get her.” Gravel tone, far. You better find a way to deal with him from a distance, getting close could mean trouble.
The earth seems to shake, loud rumbling behind you. Something big is approaching from your left, You jump to the right to avoid whatever is coming, your instinct warning you to move. The ground beneath you shoots out, jagged and sharp, right into your side.
“Fu...fuck...” Blood, everywhere blood, you hold a hand to your side. An obvious thought muddles your brain: ‘This isn’t good.’
Adrenaline pumps through your body, waking you from the fog of pain that had threatened to settle over you. You remember Satoru once told you that all Jujutsu Sorcerers were crazy, that you had to be, to survive in this profession.
You laugh, the sound flowing involuntary from deep within you. It had been a long while since you were forced to go all out. You sharply turn around, Fishface falters as it spots your expression, you point straight at it, “Fulmen.”
Huge bolts of lightning tear through both it’s arms. You give the curse no time to react as it falls to the ground. You make your way to it’s side, taking a second to look down on your prey. “Better luck next time!” 
You grin, feral, as your foot rests square on Fishface’s chest, “Inpulsa.” 
Your whole body bursts with electricity, a shockwave explodes off you, spreading to the unfortunate curse on the ground. It’s screams get drowned out by the deafening thunder that resounds from your attack.
Gojo had once compared Inpulsa to when Pikachu turns into a ball of energy. You shocked him as soon as he said it. He turned on his infinity against you for a couple days after that.
“Gyaro!” Golem yells out, still making his way towards you. You’re surprised at the reaction his partner’s death seems to have on the curse.
No time to waste, you weave around the forest hoping he’ll lose track of you, even if only for a minute.
Taking refuge behind a tree, you quickly pull your phone out. Text conversations with Satoru were easy to recognize from the sheer amount of emojis he liked to use, you had to admit it was as endearing as it was annoying (a Satoru Gojo specialty). You quickly send him your current location, and start a voice message, “Two special grades. Disposed of one. I don’t think I’ll-”
Your message gets cut off by the sudden roaring of the earth, the scenery changing around you.
You grimace, as big rocky mountains tower over you. ‘So the big guy can use Domain Expansion...’
You slowly put your phone back on your pocket, sending a silent plea to the universe for Satoru to check his goddamn texts in time.
You extend your arms, trying your best not to wince at the pain the movement causes, “Is this really necessary?”
Golem growls, a deep rumble that makes his domain shake, “You killed Gyaro.”
You sigh, “Fine then.”
Fairly certain you’d win this domain fight, you quickly expand your own, fingers assuming the familiar pose, “Domain Expansion: Tempestas”
The domain crackles around you both, dark thunder clouds surround you,  heavy rain soaking everything inside. 
You have one of the thunder clouds strike him, an experiment. He stands, sparkling with electricity but otherwise mostly unbothered.
You grit your teeth, frustrated, it didn’t matter if you had him trapped in your domain if electricity didn’t work on him. 
“Seems were at an impasse!” You shrug, forced nonchalance. You’d learned to bluff from all the years of having Satoru as your best friend. “My domain is more refined, even if my technique won’t have an effect on you.”
You wave away your domain with a quick flick of your wrist, the calm night sky coming back into view. ‘No point in wasting the already limited amount of cursed energy I have...’
You freeze.
It dawns on you that the amount of cursed energy within you feels smaller than ever before, ‘Why? I always have so much of it, why is it slipping away...’
“I don’t need my domain to kill you, Jujutsu Sorcerer.”
You think, ‘Yea, that’s what I’m afraid of.’ Trying desperately to figure out a way to defeat this guy.
The ground shakes around him, flowing like a wave towards you. ‘Shit, not this again.’
You avoid the attack once, twice, before the ground wraps itself around your left leg and swings you hard against a nearby tree.
And so here you are.
You are going to die.
At the hands of this Golem, this so called ‘special grade.’
At the hands of a fight that Satoru would win while sleeping.
You close your eyes, a memory from your youth strikes you.
Sometime late during your 3rd year, Gojo had insisted on personally training you in hand to hand combat. At first you thought he just wanted an excuse to wrestle, but he’d been surprisingly strict and focused as he asked you.
“You know, Sparky. Your technique is pretty cool and useful. You’re actually quite strong.” He said, leaning down to meet you eye-level. His signature round sunglasses slipping down his nose slightly, revealing his eyes. “But you’re so small and cute that you’d lose any physical fight.”
There had been no sign of a joke in his tone or delivery.  No teasing lilt to his words.
‘I’m sorry, Satoru. I should’ve taken your training more seriously.’
Clutching your side with one had, you attempt to steady yourself against the tree behind you. You weren’t about to go down without a fight.
You stagger. Your vision’s blurred when you spot a familiar mess of white hair pop into existence in front of you. 
Gojo takes in his surroundings, taking note of the wet ground and uneven terrain. Easily deducing how the fight had progressed.
He completely ignores the curse in front of him as he turns to look at you, flashing you a grin, “Phew look at you! You’re all beat up, Sparky!” 
He chuckles as you weakly flip him off, a relieved smile on your face, “Thanks for coming...”
He takes off his blindfold, fond eyes set on your own, “For you? Anything.”
“Smooth talker.” 
He winks and you laugh, a feeble sound.
With one last look at you, Gojo clears his throat, “Now then.” He turns to the golem, blue eyes losing all trace of softness. 
‘Run. Run away.’ Every instinct in the Golem’s body was telling him to flee. Telling him that death itself was there, in the form of the dead-eyed sorcerer staring at him as prey.
Yet, under his enemy’s wild stare and suffocating presence, the Golem wills his legs to move to no avail.
‘Run.’
Before the Golem can move an inch, Gojo appears in front of him, lips drawn back in a snarl. “What makes a dumb rock like you think you can mess with what’s mine, huh.”
‘Run away.’
Gojo extends his arm, “Lapse: Blue.” All matter within range crumples into itself.  
Gojo huffs, kicking the small rock that used to be the golem away.
He pulls his blindfold back over his eyes, smile on his face as he turns back to you, “Hey, Sparky! Did you see how cool..."
You were still there, slumped against the same tree, but there was no trace of your trademark cursed energy.
He yanks his blindfold away, grips it tight in his hand. “Hey.” 
His six eyes told him the scene he faced was real, he couldn't see even a trace of your signature spark. The soothing cursed energy he loved so much, the one that had earned you that lifelong nickname.
"Hey." He calls your name, throat tight. "You're joking right."
He knew you needed to go see Shoko as soon as he saw you, but your energy had been so strong then, so alive. Yes, there was way less of it than what was normal for you, but there was still so much.
So, why? Why was this happening?
"This isn't real." He whispers, eyes wide.
He teleports beside your body, says your name again, louder this time, his voice breaking.
Gojo rests a shaking hand against your throat, tries not to cry as he feels a faint pulse under his pointer finger.
"Thank you." He takes in a shuddering breath. "Fuck."
His lanky body almost crumbles with relief. He still hated the fact your cursed energy was seemingly gone, but as long as you were breathing, he'd take anything.
He gingerly scoops you in his arms, making sure to press his large hand on the wound by your side, the pain causing you to whimper.
Gojo looks down at you immediately, "Aw fuck, I'm sorry. I know it hurts. Just please don't fucking die, you hear me? We're going to Shoko's. Don't you dare die."
You look up at him. Thoughts muddled. His face contorted in an expression you'd only seen once before. His words had come out in a panicked rush, and his eyes seemed to shine with tears. One thought shines above the rest as sleep takes you, 'Huh... I thought you never said please.'
569 notes · View notes