i think gojohime has some of the funniest fanfics (in ao3 specifically). this ship being quite popular means a ton of fanfics and that comes with the pros of having really good ones if you dig deep enough… gojohime dynamic just has so much humor potential and it doesn’t feel forced in fics at all coz that’s literally how they are like in canon. just leaves me cackling every time, it’s hella entertaining just reading abt them in any situation. and it doesn’t necessarily have to be in a romantic light either for me to enjoy.
shout out to the talented, beautiful and witty gojohime fic writers who bless me with these typa funny fanfics🥺 i’m forever grateful for their service. and because of that i genuinely put gojohime in mg top 10 jjk ships (i judge ships based on the quality fanfics i read are). if i’m interested in a dynamic between certain character, i just read canon compliant fanfics coz gege will continue to rob us of any character interaction and the rest of the fandom should be at peace with that coz hey, ao3 and other fanfic sites exist.
He is not gonna try force you to anything you don't like.
He only wants your love. Not just intimate act.
If you touch him or hug him willingly, he'll be the happiest man. His face will likely turn red.
If you're worried about Rike, don't worry. She won't hurt you. She knows how important you are to Yuta, and she only wants his happiness.If you try to escape, she'll find you first. She'll bring you to Yuta as gently as possible. He'll praise her for it, saying she did a good job.
Yuta knows how dangerous life outside is. Curses are everywhere and could kill you at any moment. Plus, Sukuna's vessel is on the loose, not to mention Kenjaku. No... life outside is too dangerous for you. It doesn't matter whether you see the curses or not. He'll protect you and do everything to keep you safe.
If the council tries to stop him or suggest he's doing wrong? He won't be happy about it. He's aware of his power and knows how important he is to them. Threats are enough at this stage. However, if someone actually tries to help you escape or take you away for any other reason, he will show no mercy. He doesn't want you to see him as a murderer, but sometimes he has no choice. He would rather not kill him in front of you, but if the situation calls for it, he will blindfold you and tell Rika to stop it. You hear screams and the cracking of bones. He hugs you and reassures you. He tells you he was dangerous and could have hurt you. He only wants what's best for you. The world is too dangerous for you.
Needless to say, if you're not a Sorcerer, he becomes even more protective.
He shows you love through gestures. He hugs you and gently kisses your forehead. He likes to hold your hand and hold you in his arms. He'll gladly prepare you dinner and a bath. Are you in pain? Don't worry, he'll bring you the medicine you need. He can also give you a massage if you like.
Baised at:
I came across an interesting picture on Pinterest from the Yuta x Maki ship. In that fandom, Yuta kidnapped her and chained her up so she couldn't escape. Yandere vibe. He also treated her like a queen. He bathed her, gave her food, and massaged her. Maki didn't complain at all. <3
For good reason, we're talking a lot about Jax, but I wanna analyze this scene with Caine for a second. His scene is very symbolic, and I think when he connected to the internet here, the scene of him almost walking through the door shows that he had a chance to leave. Caine could have escaped the computer and gone into the internet, but he hesitates at that door, and then stops and just stands at the barrier and decides to search everyone's names.
I think this is silent bit is Caine considering leaving, but then he decides that he can't until he's made things right. Instead of running away, he's going to go back and do what he can to fix things, even if it means they hate him. Even if it means he has to change.
which is probably a good thing because he's already sex-repulsed. if that bitch saw what those drawings of him on bsky i think he'd actually go full AM on the planet
Having the episode on yt means i can now pause to see gangles drawings and SHES SO CUTEEEEEE SHE DOODLED ZOOBLE AND RAGATHA 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 also having pages of just eyes and crossed out faces is so real shes just like me fr
your gait had started to resemble one of a penguin.
it wasn’t your fault really, carrying the king of curses’s spawn was no easy task.
but the fact still stood.
almost full term, your belly had grown round swollen with child, your cravings and moods heightened to very much their peak.
the worst of all were the body aches.
well it sufficed to say that your four-armed husband was not having it. the moment you came into his life he’d dismissed all other concubines, his eyes set on you. marriage ceremonies another right of passage long done and dusted.
“you have four arms my lord, why not put them to use?” you’d suggested one quiet evening.
so now here you lay with sukuna massaging your lower body.
seriously, he thought, is this what his reign of terror had succumbed to? as he rubbed his palm against your feet. your satisfied moans reached his ears, un-admittedly motivating him further in the act.
he’d do anything for you, if you’d only so ask.
finally relaxed, you twirl your hair with one finger and look over to the bowl of grapes set aside by the maids right next to your bed.
“my lord” you call sukuna and receive a hum in response.
“the grapes look delicious” you smile cheekily at him, eyes twinkling with mischief.
sukuna looks at you long and hard, amazed at your boldness. suggesting that he shall feed you, what are servants for then?
he opens his mouth, the motion as if to beckon a servant over but pauses when your face contorts into a pouty frown.
he knows what you want. and he abides.
two of his arms continue working on your foot and leg while the other two reach forward to pluck a grape and feed it to you. you lick your lips relishing the taste.
“it’s not for me, you know” you add “it’s for her”
“her?”
sukuna leans forward to wipe some grape juice off of the side of your face, with his hand-mouth which certainly never failed to amaze you.
“i have a hunch, that she’s a girl” you gesture towards your belly.
“it will be a boy” sukuna says, his tone final.
you pause, a hint of insecurity lacing your voice.
“what-what if it’s a girl?” you cringe when you hear your own voice crack.
silence. no remark from sukuna.
and then a low, very low grumble, almost missable for the untrained ear.
“i wouldn’t know what to do…”
however, you don’t miss it, “do explain,” you urge.
“a man, an..abomination like myself doesn’t deserve a daughter, i wouldn’t know what to do with myself or her” you feel a rush of such adoration flow through you at his sincere concern.
you’d assured him he would be a great father but he refused, stubborn as ever, never budging.
a month later when you welcomed a baby girl into the world, with the same raging hair as her father and a temper much like his own, no one not even you held onto her tighter than sukuna.
your husband, held your daughter like she was a petal, so fragile and precious, as he muttered curses towards the poor servants that were just trying to help and the mid-wife that got too close.
you could’ve sworn you saw a pearly sheen to his eyes, but gods forbid you kept that to yourself.
firefly; little bit of this, little bit of that ahh drabble i’m so sorry if this is bad #forgiveme
“you know my husband’s going to find me right?” you drawl with your chin resting on your cupped hand, which rested on your knee.
a pose much alike your beloved.
“and he won’t be haaappyy” you elongated your words clearly weighed down by boredom and also the shackles around your waist tied to the wall.
you’d been ambushed, caught off guard wandering outside of sukuna’s shrine, clearly past the waypoint he’d told you to stay in.
was it your fault the night sky was clearer away from the ominous aura of your husband’s residence?
“shut up, wretched woman!” your abductor shrieked, you couldn’t see his face, the blindfold obstructed any such view, however you flinched under his voice. not from the volume or fear but rather the unpleasantness of the sound.
you tapped your foot impatient, surely your husband had noticed your absence, why was he stalling?
the ropes had started to dig into your waist indicating how much time had past since you’d been misplaced.
your time was precious, you ought to have a word with him about his lack of regard for his poor wife!
“m-master we ought to sell her” one of the lackeys probably, spoke up. such a brilliant idea, you thought, your husband would have their heads for even the suggestion.
the sound of footsteps approached you with a gust of wind bringing such stench! you recoiled away from the presence, the man infront of you seized your chin, inspecting your face.
“hm, pretty, she’ll fetch a good price”
slash—
the piercing sound reverberated, your shoulders sagged with relief and recognition.
“tch.” a sound you knew all too well.
“took you long enough, my lord” you teased trying to hide your smile. sukuna was here.
“remove her blindfold”
you blink hard, the cloth now removed, eyes adjusting to the surroundings, some dark dungeon with low visibility, a few chains along the wall and your savior at the centre of it all.
the four-armed beast, your beloved husband.
you furrow your brows at uraume, waiting for them to untie you, but they don’t as if already instructed not to.
“careless woman, you find much humor acquainting yourself with trouble.” sukuna states, a teasing lilt to his voice.
“release me at once” you pout.
“i have started to turn gray from your antics” he continues, ignoring your request.
“my wedded lord,” you whine, “to care for one’s appearance.. is it not much beneath your likeness?”
“hmm, perhaps i am a changed man” he drops to his haunches infront of you, his much welcome manly musk invading your senses.
“consider me a changed woman too” you grin at him, waiting for him to inquire further.
his lower hands move forward to untie the ropes around your waist, his care with it showcasing such tenderness. his upper hand comes to caress your face, four eyes darting about checking for harm.
“hm?” he inquires.
“well, i don’t fear anything now” released from the shackles you rub your waist trying to soothe out the pain from being tied up all this time “because i know you’ll always find me”
a low chuckles escapes his lips, eyes glinting he gazes into yours and just as effortlessly his lower arms grab you by your legs.
lifted off the ground into his arms, you melt, easily pliable to his touch, his following words making you shudder:
“i’ll save you” said much heavier than before, a tone he reserved for your private chambers, as he carried you home.
firefly; to my fellow pittlings please imagine that last sentence by kuna in the same tone as “i’ll pay for it” by dr abbot (iykyk)
heianera!sukuna with his concubine who is pregnant
he had been looking for someone to carry his legacy for a while now, and so when one of his concubines fell pregnant, he decided to let you live.
except, you see a whole new side to this king of curses. he's still crude of course, but you've come to realise his threats against you hardly mean anything. he doesn't like you out of his sight, opting for you to sleep next to him rather than with all the other women who may react harshly due to their jealousy.
the thing is, this pregnancy has been rough. constant nausea, sore feet all the time, the overwhelming exhaustion despite consistently sleeping 10 hours. it all seems too much, and so you start to avoid everything.
you lay in sukuna's bed most of the day, eyes shut with a hand on your belly, trying to not upset the cruel power he has embedded inside you, hoping it will torment someone else for the day. during meals, you eat the least pungent and leave, scarcely eating enough for one. you don't enjoy reading anymore, and you can only whisper a thank you to the brilliant paints sukuna had organised for you. he did have some resemblance of love for you and you for him as well, but lately he had been too busy to show that.
you would be lying if you said you were happy.
but sukuna, being ever so watchful, sees all of this. a strange feeling sets inside of him. this human woman who he has chosen, who has no friends or family, no will to live. he cannot have this happen, no. you need to be ready for when your child arrives, not somewhere else. and so he starts to force you to live again.
"you need to eat more than that." he states from where he sits, opposite the length of the dining room table. his figure looms tall, and all four eyes sternly look at you.
"i-i'm not hungry." you say, mindlessly poking around the food on your plate. you imagine sukuna will move on, grunt and not care, but instead he stands. you look up at him as he moves over to you and sits in the chair next to you. he picks up a bread roll and holds it to your mouth.
"c'mon, eat it."
"b-but i'm really not hungry-"
"i do not care how hungry you are, woman. you will eat what i give you."
you swallow nervously, a hand automatically moving to hold your growing belly. you hesitate for a moment before taking a bite of the bread. sukuna grunts and places it on your plate, but he makes no move to walk away.
"you will not leave until i am satisfied." he says firmly. you pick up the bread and take another bite, trying to ignore the growing sickness in your stomach.
you sit there for another ten minutes, taking small bites of food, hoping he wll let you go. finally, he grunts softly and taps his thigh. you stand and move over to him, sitting on his lap while his arms wrap around you gently rubbing your belly. he rests chin on your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh.
"there is a flower festival in one of the villages tomorrow. we are going."
you hum softly in response, leaning back against him.
"i promise, i will make this pregnancy worth it."
"it's okay my lord, i'm okay."
"call me ryomen, fool. you bear my child, we are practically wed."
"o-okay."
he chuckles softly, and turns your chin toward him.
"i cannot wait to make this up to you when you feel better. you will not walk for a week."
❀.ೃ࿔* Getting out of bed is no easy task with Heian!Sukuna
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Your eyes gently flutter open to view the dimly lit room that you and your husband share. The sun gently shines into the room through the partially cracked screen leading outside. You make a feeble attempt to stir before you realize you're trapped under the weight of several heavy arms. "Tch, every morning." You do your best to turn your head and look back at your husband who's still sound asleep behind you. "Gods give me strength."
You decide to asses how exactly you're trapped before attempting to escape. You find that theres two arms over top of you, one at your hip and the other on your midsection, both with an iron grip. Another arm is underneath your side relatively out of the way. The final arm is below your head providing a sturdy but comfortable pillow. Now that you know where all his arms are you begin trying to break free.
Gently, you lift the first arm off your hip. Surprisingly, it moves with no resistance. You move on to the second arm. Again, you're met with no push back. Just as you're about to drop the arm, you're yanked backwards forcefully as he rolls to lay on his back with you on top. You let out a shriek of surprise before groaning at the realization you've been caught. "Trying to leave already, little wife?"
You lie back in your new position with your back flat against his chest. "No, I was simply repositioning your arms." You lie and he knows it. "Is that so?" He asks against your ear. "How's this for a new position?" He tightens his grasp for just a moment but long enough to squeeze the air out of you. "It's-" You pause to regain your breath. "-fine." "Then you should have no problem going back to sleep."
"I don't." You quickly reply. "Good." He matches you. "Perfect." He hears the sarcasm in your voice but doesn't comment on it. You lie there for a few minutes, long enough for you to think you feel his breathing even out again. Then, you start to slowly slip off of him. Little by little until you're beside him on your stomach. Quietly, you scoot yourself over to the edge of the bed. Soon you make it far enough to stick a leg out from the covers.
With as much carefulness as you can muster at this point you lightly place your foot on the ground. The second you do, you feel the weight of what seems like a boulder come down on your back. "Going somewhere?" His words are teasing against your back as you struggle under him. "Ryo-" You breathe in as deeply as you can. "Please." He lets up at your stuttering.
You feel majority of the weight come off but he leaves enough to keep you stuck in place. "I just want to make myself some tea! I'll come back!" You tell him after finally regaining the ability to speak in proper sentences. "Uraume can do such menial tasks, you shall remain with me." You scoff at his reply. "Do you see Uraume here? No. Even if I had them do it I would have to get out of bed to tell them. At that point I may as well do it myself!"
"Must you have an answer for everything I say?" He asks in an attempt to change the subject. "Yes." You laugh a little. "If I didn't you'd grow bored of me." This makes him laugh. "Growing bored with you would be like breathing without oxygen. Impossible." He lays his head down on your back, careful not to put too much weight on you. The two of you lay there in silence for a bit.
"Ryomen?" You call out gently. He grunts in response. "May I please go make some tea?" He lets out a deep, long breath. "I suppose. Begrudgingly, he rolls off of you. You hop out of bed but not before placing a sweet kiss to your husband's cheek. "Thank you, Ryo. I'll be back before you can begin to miss me." He watches as you leave, knowing if you're gone longer than he deems acceptable he'll drag himself out of bed to find you and bring you back to lie in his arms once more.
A/n: Took me way to long to get this out of the drafts but at least I got it out
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