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kumoriwrites · 2 years

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What are your wips about?

Thank you for the ask, anon! Sorry for getting to it a bit late 💜

So, I'm going to preface this by saying I have over one hundred WIPs. Not kidding. My brain is extremely active, and I think and daydream a lot more than I put words on paper. There are ninety-six (96) projects on my fanfiction masterlist, and at least nine (9) novels sitting and waiting for me in Google Drive. One of the reasons I don't talk much about my writing here on Tumblr is because of that - because I have so many - and because I have trouble making my thoughts coherent most of the time.

Anyway, for that reason, I will not be telling you about all one hundred some of my WIPs (Why not, Maki? I ask myself sarcastically. Ha, ha.) Instead, I will pick a few that I have thought about a lot and/or worked on recently, and also that I just love and feel like sharing. Read below to learn about them!

Haikyuu fanfiction:

Comment Es-tu Vrai? (AKA "sunflower fic") is my current main project. It focuses on Miya Atsumu, a painter, who is still in the recovery stages of a rough breakup and is struggling a lot with loneliness - until he meets Sakusa Kiyoomi, the man of his dreams. Literally. Sakusa is a miracle who seems to only exist in Atsumu's dreams, where he visits him almost every night in an endless field of sunflowers. Atsumu, desperate to learn more about his mystery man, uses these dreams as new art inspiration and slowly falls in love with Sakusa as time goes on. In doing so, however, he grows disconnected from reality, inventing a world for himself beyond his real life and neglecting himself as a result, much to the concern of his loved ones. CETV focuses on themes of the importance of self-care (and lack thereof), grief in unconventional formats, and seeking/learning how to find happiness in life.

The Nohebi Novel (AKA Maki's Canon Nohebi Content) is exactly what it sounds like: A whole book's worth of content on Nohebi Academy's boys' volleyball team, who are unfairly minor and whom I have adopted as, pretty much, my ocs. I love them dearly and think about them daily. Nohebi Novel, focusing on the five main third years (Daishou, Sakishima, Hiroo, Numai, and Takachiho), is mainly a slice-of-life that details the characters' lives from before birth until adulthood, digging in to their home and family lives, their career paths, hopes, and dreams, their relationships with each other, and all the sweet and bitter moments in between. It is my pride, it is my joy, it is all planned out in my head, and I have not written very much of it at all. Remember my "[unwritten project] is my greatest accomplishment" post? Yeah, this is what that's about :')

Original works:

Clara In Particular (working title) is my most recently created novel, a mix of a story told by Casper and poetry written by Clara. Their lives are connected in a seemingly normal way, at first, when they meet at a café on the campus of a university neither of them attend, get to talking, and fall in love. But before their first week together ends, Casper receives a typed note informing him that Clara is going to die. He is pushed head-first into a mystery unravelling around him, forced into a sense of urgency and need to save Clara before it's too late, and lands on a path he's not sure he wants to follow. All the while, he continues to fall in love with Clara, while a future with her seems to grow farther and farther away. The secrets Casper has to keep only worsen matters, and he risks losing Clara in so many ways, none of which he expected when he met her. I haven't fleshed out too much of the plot yet, but it can be categorised as magical realism, and has ✨ autumn vibes ✨, as I love to write most.

Run Cried the Crawling is a retelling of Little Red Riding Hood, set in 17th century France and featuring, again, magic and autumn vibes. Brielle, our little red, lives in the woods with her mother, and is not to speak to spirits. She is certain, however, that Renard, a curious stranger she meets near her home, is no spirit. He is of flesh and blood, just like any human - Brielle doesn't think much of the fact that he doesn't age as she does, and she teaches herself to ignore his wild, almost feral nature. When, at age thirteen, she makes the annual journey to tend to her grandmother's grave alone for the first time, Renard guides her. He stays at her side for the next five years, a secret for Brielle to keep from her mother, and teaches Brielle all she could ask to know. It is only when she turns eighteen and Renard turns hungry that she begins to doubt the reality the stranger has built for her. And when Brielle starts to believe Renard is a danger to her, she learns to fight with all she is to keep herself and the people she loves safe.

Wow hope all that made sense :) Thank you again for asking, and be prepared that you may never hear about these projects again <3

#maki answers #maki fics #maki's canon nohebi content #clara in particular #run cried the crawling

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hiort · 10 months

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spotify presents average ethel cain listener

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invisiblygay · 2 years

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One last reason as to why I love first kill.

When I was younger I loved the science fiction, supernatural, fantasy genre. Who wouldn't? Escaping to worlds where so much more is possible, escaping to a place where lots of things from our world don't exist. Not the same way at least.

Yet I would read these books and I couldn't connect with the mc and their love interest because it was always a mlw relationship. More times than not I took notes on how the m was acting and how the w reacted to it. How gay of me.

With age and school I had to distance myself from books and I ended up missing it a lot- saved money, sure, but those worlds were so special.

Then c*vid happened and I had more time on my hands and I picked up reading again! I fell in love with the scenes being painted across my imagination. But... again, I wasn't connecting, not the way my now very out self wanted to connect to them. I even picked up a gay werewolf book! Sure it wasn't wlw but gay AND werewolf? Why not?!

And well... I remembered a lot of gay books are weirdly fetishized. And I got angry.

Which leads me to the part that connects to First Kill. Because you see, I wrote a book. Its nothing grand, I've only finished the first draft, and if it gets published, it'll be a self publish.

But First Kill? It reflects everything in my book. There's a lesbian lead who falls for, not a hunter, but a girl! Both first kill and my book have creatures and urban myths that are a lie. There are lots of differences, but at the end of the day both stories are LGBTQ+ media that is drowning in supernatural content.

I love first kill because I wrote my book to have media I'd never seen before! And first kill literally HANDED me said media on a plate and said "dinner is served".

I feel like it's a silly reason to love a show so much, but it's one of my reasons. I love it because it gave me content I craved to see so badly I wrote a book about it. I love it because the little girl who thought she was messed up for liking girls is now in her 20s and seeing lesbian media normalized.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT?! imma say it.

I love first kill because when Imani and Sarah Catherine kiss, its so believable that if I had had that type of representation when I was younger, I wouldn't have doubted my ability to find love.

Anyway, first kill might be cringe but its everything I've ever wanted in a show. If it gets canceled I might simply wither away.

#first kill #calliette #calliope burns #calliope and juliette #first kill netflix #juliette fairmont #when i say first kill means a lot to me #i mean it #like i literally cried over the idea of it being canceled #i cried because if a tv show with over 30M views can get canceled then what hope is there for me?#some uni kid who just wants some representation?#wants to show reprentation?#if first kill gets canceled then all future media like first kill will have people saying #first kill crawled so xxx could walk and you could run!#but i dont fucking want that!#i want first kill to SPRINT right off the bat and keep going until theres nothing left for it to give #and maybe a little longer cause I'm selfish #i dont want first kill to have to crawl for other media cause thats so dumb that we have to fight this hard #please for the love of god netflix #give us a s2 renewal or else i will literally have an identity crisis #i will literally spiral #or gay spiral #as ben wheeler might say

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because-its-eurovision · 1 year

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#no need to read or react just needed to rant about my brain a bit #the next two weeks are supposed to be super exciting with BC giving us a new look and song and music video #it's umk week and my favorite for once has historically great odds of winning and a good chance to do well at eurovision as well #I'm going to see umk live with my dear sister and stay at a hotel so it's like a mini-getout and then I'm going to stockholm and oslo gigs #this is supposed to be best times of the year so far but my brain decided we can't have any of that :)#last year at this same time I got hit hard with depression and the anxiety I've always had got even worse #it got to the point that nothing made me happy or feel anything at all and I just cried all day for weeks #everything about UMK night was blurry and sad because I wasn't talking to my bestie who I've watched eurovision with for 10 years #I just started crying during the Dark Side/ Bad Idea opening and the results felt like nothing #I'll always assiociate Bad Idea with my depression because it was playing on the radio in the nurse's office when I got my meds #anyway I can feel that same darkness crawling back to my brain right now and I'm very scared #my brain decides I don't deserve to be happy and screams about how unloveable and ridiculous and embarrassing and ugly I am #it isn't helping that Joel keeps reposting the most model-looking tiktokers because I always feel a hot gush of shame run through me #and everytime I see a pic of any of their blonde skinny young gfs I just wanna kms #now it's gotten to a point that the voice in my head yells at me that I don't deserve Bc or their music and I should cancel my gig trip #because they wouldn't wanna see a disgusting cow myself being so near the stage not to mention ask for a pic or autograph #and I should just hide in my apartment forever #and everyone who has ever been nice to me is either doing that out of pity or making fun of me behind my back #I can't take this anymore #delete later

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frusint · 2 years

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May9

me and mum wemt to vote. We walked to the nearby elementary school where it was being held. it took us a moment but mum found her name and room. Mine, after a while of searching, was in another room and i got to vote quickly. Mom's friend, assigned to let people sign their names before voting, recognized me and asked how old i am. I said 20 and she was so stunned she asked me if i had a boyfriend. I just laughed it off and said no i dont have one yet (not that im planning to). it is my first time voting and i followed the instructions of how many candidates to choose so i took a while. I just picked the ones i know best and picked women for the rest. some partylists were funny named like "BTS" and "WIFI" lol. mum waited at the door until i was done and we went to have snacks at her friend's snackbar. Mango milkshake, cheesesticks, lumpia, squidrolls and tempura. We walked back home after. It was nice.

#i have sm memories in that school #it was where my skirt fell at first grade #it was where mybestfriend puked while i was teaching her to read #it was where i did a naruto run and won second place in running contest #it was where i put my money in the vendor's hand as she was handing out someone's change and i ran away bc i dont know how to buy things #it was where i cried in math class at foruth grade #it was where i'd read books adanced than my grade level #it was where i left my bag and it got caught by the news after the great earthquake #it was where me and my neighbor crawled under the main school building and skipped classes #it was where after the great earthquake the library was not opened to public anymore so i enjoyed reading in peace #it was where my classmates bullied me for having the school crush sit next to me bc the teacher cant make him shut up

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slvttyplum · 7 days

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you ever have dick so good that you’re literally running from it. tears in your eyes, lumps on lumps of sobs crowding in your throat and suguru holding your hands behind your back still slamming into you.

“take it like you're supposed to, baby. do it for me.” slapping your ass and slamming into you again, a sob crawling up your throat and your body shaking uncontrollably with this overwhelming pleasure.

he knew where your weak spots were, where you broke down easily, and where you itched to have more of. that's why he was going to give it to you—give it to you until you were physically numb. suguru wasn’t going to stop until he saw your body lying still on the mattress.

suguru wanted to twist you around and put you in different positions so he could see his pretty baby cum on his dick but you weren’t take it well, your back arching and your muffled sobs into the mattress.

he had to keep your wrists in his hands or you weren’t going to finish soon, his hand squeezing your wrist and his other one trailing over your back up to your chin, pulling you back into your chest.

"come on, baby. what’s going on today? i thought you wanted to be my good girl.” his hips pushing into your ass harder and harder, his soft breath tickling your ear, and the tip of his dick pressing deeper inside of you.

another sob coming up and tears running down your face—he couldn’t say he didn’t admire the sight. he loved when you cried from overstimulation, but all he was thinking about at that moment was making sure you took in what he was giving you.

he could feel you squeeze around; the feeling of your soft insides clamming onto him made him feel good. he almost wanted to crawl inside of you, but you didn’t deserve it.

you didn’t deserve his cum being leaked inside of you, so if he had to hold himself back for a couple more minutes or just not cum, then that’s what he would do.

“suguru i can’t take it.” your sobs more vocal, your back is arching even more, and your eyes are squeezing shut with more warm tears rolling down your face

it felt like a fiery pit in the bottom of your stomach every time he made you take him. Even though you couldn’t, it’s not like you could run away or fake your way out of it.

suguru knew you inside out, literally. he knew how good you were feeling, your nipples peeking up as your ass was pushing against him; it’s like your body was telling him to just do whatever he wanted to make you take it.

“remember what i taught you.” whispering in your ear and slamming into you again, sweat dripping off his forehead and onto your back, he could feel you clamp around him, a moan sliding past your lips and little whines after.

cooing in your ear then pulling your arms back some more while slamming into you again and again, feeling his cum leak into you little by little.

that’s how he liked to cum, when you were squeezing the cum out of him.

if you were running and crying, scratching the sheets, trying to get away, suguru was going to pull you, restrain you and make you take it; he didn’t play.

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yawnderu · 2 months

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Simon lets out a deep chuckle as he sees your daughter pick flowers from the light, clean grass, her tiny hands barely even managing to gather enough strength to get the stems out of the ground.

“C'mon, that's enough.” His voice is patient, calloused hands picking his daughter up as he brings her up to his chest, a small smile when he sees her holding onto the flowers for dear life, giggles leaving her lips as he starts bouncing her while they walk.

It became a routine, in a way, for Simon to bring his daughter whenever he visits his family. She's too young to understand, so pure, so untainted from the dangers of the world, always kept safe by Simon and you, yet he can't fight off the urge to make his family see her.

He walks for a few minutes, enjoying the chilly air while his daughter cuddles up to him, one of her tiny hands gripping his jacket, while the other one is still holding onto the flowers. He stops in front of a set of four graves, the familiar pit of dread setting deep within him starts to come out, shaky hands managing to gently put the little girl down on the cold ceramic.

Mrs. Riley.

If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.

Simon was hiding his hurt quite well, managing to sit down next to his little girl, one hand on her back as she started crawling around, finally setting the flowers down.

“Mum?” His voice is quiet, almost cracking, as if he was the scared little boy his mother defended with her life. His daughter looks up at him with curious brown eyes, sitting down and entertaining herself with her own onesie.

“I remember telling you I'd never settle down because I could never get as lucky as Tommy and Beth...” He dragged out, gaze going down to the ring on his finger, the physical representation of your union.

“You've met my wife before, and now I want you to see my kid too.” He's barely managing to speak, words coming out rough and choked up as his hand caresses his daughter's thin hair, making him pause just to examine her features. She's a tiny carbon copy of him, a lovely nose and a set of brown eyes that will never see the horrors he lived.

“She's a proper daddy's girl, but you would've loved each other.” He's sure of it. His mum was always so lovely, so nurturing. A true angel on earth with way too much forgiveness and patience for her own good.

He picks his daughter up, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Simon thought he cried all his tears when he was a little boy, yet his nose is starting to sting, vision getting blurry for a few seconds until a choked sob manages to escape his lips. He's quick to wipe any tears away, simply trying to focus on the peace and quiet the cemetery offers, his hand running up and down his daughter's back, patting it softly just to hear that little giggle that seems to always repair his broken soul.

“All of you would've loved her, shy little thing she is.” He sniffles again before a quiet laugh leaves his lips, smiling despite the way his eyes are still filled with tears threatening to spill at any moment.

“I'm quittin' the SAS soon, don't want her to grow up without a father. The wife's happy about it, too.” Simon lets out a small sigh, looking down at the graves of his family, all buried next to each other. He shakes his head softly, his free hand quickly wiping off his tears before he goes back to holding his daughter, rocking her with care.

“I'll come back with her next time, jus' wanted to talk to you today. Let you meet this lovely girl.” Big brown eyes meet his gaze, instantly cheering him up despite everything. He pinches his cheek softly only for the little girl to smack his hand away with a giggle, only making his smile grow wider at how hot-heated she is. Just like her mother.

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mournfulroses · 2 months

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Agnes Obel, from a song titled "Run Cried the Crawling," featured in her album "Aventine,"

#agnes obel #music #run cried the crawling #words #lyrics #lyric collection #quotes #writings #p

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runcriedthecrawlingif · 11 months

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looking for a song to use for the chapter six title screen, so if anyone knows any that would fit the story i would love some suggestions :^)

#run cried the crawling

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stargirlrchive · 5 months

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simon riley x fem!reader

cw: oral - f receiving, simon eating pussy to apologize!

18+ MINORS DNI

simon apologized with his mouth, and tongue, murmuring softly against the skin of your belly as he shoved down the fabric of your underwear.

“m’sorry, baby. just lost track of time.”

he had gotten home later than anticipated due to finalizing a mission report. cursing at himself as the clock read past 22:00. rushing home as quickly as he could, knowing how upset you’d be.

and when he saw you teary eyed and pouty he was immediately on his knees. kissing over every part of exposed skin he could see.

nipping at your thighs as he spread your legs further apart. his tongue flat against your clit as you squirmed beneath him.

“promise it won’t happen again.”

you just tugged on his hair, refusing to speak to him as you pushed him closer to your cunt.

“you’re not gonna talk to me, pretty girl?” and he laughed when you turned your face away from him.

running his tongue between your slick folds before circling your entrance. his nose pressed tight against your puffy clit.

he grunted softly as your fingers dug into his scalp, looking absolutely debauched as he gripped at your thighs, yanking you closer towards the edge of the bed as you began to squirm away from him.

mumbling about how pretty your pussy was, and how it belonged to him. drunk off the taste on his tongue as he devoured you.

“ain’t that right, baby? all mine, this pussy belongs to me?”

and you had been doing so good in giving him the silent treatment, but as he sucked and licked at your cunt, it felt as though you were about to explode.

so you gave him a short nod, the first moan ripping from your throat as your back arched off the bed, rolling your hips against his mouth.

“say it.”

you refused, biting down on your lip, but you were met with a soft slap to your clit that had your body jolting.

“say it, sweet girl.”

you whined softly, shoving his face deeper into your slick folds when you cried out the words, “yes, si’. this pussy’s yours.”

and you could feel him smiling against you before he refocused his attention on your clit.

your body tensing under his as you came. white hot pleasure that had your mind turning to mush and your fingers and toes tingling as you cried out his name.

your body loose and hot as he crawled over you. his chin shiny with your slick as his kissed you.

pulling away reluctantly but using the time to catch your gaze, “i really am sorry, love.”

and he knows you had forgiven him when you trailed your hands down to the waistband of his pants, tugging him closer as you kissed him again.

#simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x reader smut #simon riley x female reader #call of duty #cod

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mysicklove · 6 months

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summary: Sukuna might not be the best older brother, but at least Yuuji doesnt seem to mind.

wc: 1.6k

a/n: wrote this instead of kinktober. oopsies. i was feeling soft, ok? leave me alone.

big brother au masterlist

Two little fists bang at the door and you find yourself awoken from your sleep. In your half-sleep state, you manage to hear the desperate rattling of a door, and you furrow your eyebrows. Then, a sniffle, and a broken sob. “Brotherrrrr!”

“No Yuuji!” Sukunas voice echoes in your shared room, and at this, you seem to jump awake. Sukuna, turns his stare from the door back to you, and his lips curl upward. “You awake? C’mon lets go for round two. Been waiting hours.”

You pull yourself up, ignoring the suggestive kisses that your lover places down your neck. Another cry is let out from behind the door, and more pounding. “I-I'll be a good boy! Please, please, please Kuna!”

Sukuna growls into your neck, pulling away and yelling back a, “Yuuji, I told you it's adult time. Go watch your cartoons before you piss me off!”

A whined, “Noooooooo!” Is let out, and Yuuji by now must be sobbing, clawing at the door like some sort of puppy.

You turn to Sukuna, and his cocky smile returns, leaning forward to press more kisses along your cheek. You pull away, a scowl on your face, and he groans knowing what's to come. “Aw cmon, don't be mad. You promised me we would go again. ‘ts not my fault the brat is a clinger, Uraume is supposed to be watching him.”

You pull the sheets away from your body and Sukuna makes a noise of complaint. “Hand me your shirt,” You demand, pulling on your underwear as quickly as possible. He rolls his eyes at your tone, but pulls the cloth over his head and throws it to you. You are quick to put it on, satisfied when it comes just above your knees.

Then you pad over to the door, while Sukuna sighs, and pinches his brows. He isn't getting lucky for nights to come, you've already decided.

When you open it, you find Sukunas four year old brother standing with his bunny stuffed animal, and tears streaming down his face. When he finally processes that its you, he immediately drops the bunny, and stumbles over to you as quickly as he can, the cries coming louder. His arms shoot up and he is warbling a, “Up! Up!”

You are quick to abide by his request, picking him up and pressing the boys body to yours, and shushing him when he sobs into your neck. Your hands run through the near identical pink hair, and you mumble out a, “I know, I know. Sukuna is so mean. Its okay. Shhhh, don't cry.”

The boy fails to listen, and you don't blame him. He must have been really hurt by his brother blatantly ignoring him. You glare at your lover as you make your way back toward the bed. He holds his hands up sheepishly, and you roll your eyes. You crawl back into bed, resting your back on the headboard, while the four year old straddles your lap, crying into Sukunas shirt.

“You coddle him too much,” The pink haired man complains, glancing at his brother who was staining his shirt.

You scoff at him, continuing to run your fingers through the boys hair as he finally begins to calm down from his wish being granted. “So you were going to let him just cry out there?”

“It's what our parents did to me, and I turned out just fine.” You bite back a frown, but place a comforting hand on his own. His eyes flicker to you, and he nods, not saying anything. You are glad their parents are gone, and he is too. Although being left to raise his brother was more tedious than he thought, to Sukuna at least.

The last of Yuuji's tears fall, and you wipe them away with a small smile. The boy leans into your hand, loving every second of physical touch. He always seemed to want to be touching one of the two of you, whether it by means of having you carry him, or him very tentatively asking his brother to hold his hand. In those moments, Yuujis smile seems to be the brightest.

The puffy eyed kid turns to Sukuna, while continously holding onto your arm so that you don't stop your petting. “Brother is so mean!” Yuuji complains in a high voice, but he doesnt sound upset, only mimicking what you told him earlier. In fact, a smile was already beginning to creep on the boys face, already forgetting about the situation.

A playful finger jabs into the boys chest, and the boy squeals with delight. “Wouldn't be mean if you weren't such a brat.”

Yuuji shakes his head, a massive grin plastered to his face. “Nuh-uh! You are brat!”

Sukuna raises his eyebrows and you chuckle, nodding at the boy with approval. “Tell me about it,” You encourage, and the boy in turn giggles, liking that you took to his side.

The older of the two holds a predatory smile, and you raise your eyebrows. “You wanna say that again, kid?”

Yuuji doesnt understand threats, nor does he know that brat is considered an insult. “Brother Kuna is brat! Like me!”

Sukuna’s hands dart out to your lap, and make their way to Yuujis sides, quickly running his fingers over the skin. The boy squeals again, and then begins to frantically giggle at the ticklish feeling. Your lover's hands are tortuous on the boy, and in turn Yuuji's laugh begins to echo in the room, as he tries to squirm away. “No! Kuna! No!” He squeals, tiny fingers clawing into you as he tries to seek help from you.

His brother holds a small smile too, obviously trying to hold the cold front, but can't when hearing the infectious laugh. Eventually, when Yuuji seems to be loosing airflow from all his laughing, you defend the boy, batting away your lovers hands from his small body. Yuuji comes collapsing into your abdomen, trying to catch his breath, but smiling non the less. You stare fondly at him.

Sukuna, on the other hand, manages to find a paper folded in Yuujis pocket. He glances at the kid, who is already watching him with pure adoration. The kid had a huge problem of idolizing his older brother, even after being tortured by tickling and left outside the room.

Yuuji points to the paper. “Gift!”

“Did you draw us something?” You question, tapping on Yuujis nose. He smiles and nods, squirming in excitement for you guys to see.

Your lover unfolds the paper, glancing at you with a bored expression. You read right through him though. He is curious to see what his brother made, you just know it. Yuuji's hands grips onto your shirt.

Inside is three stick figures, obviously drawn by a young child. Some of the heads are too big, and they are drawn with purple crayon, sloppy, but made with love. There is a little figure in the middle, coated with pink hair, and holding onto two taller peoples hands. On his left side is a carbon copy of the little one, also with pink hair, but frowning. On his right, was the color of your hair made sloppily with marker, and a smile big enough to match Yuujis. Cute.

“That ones me!” Yuuji exclaims, pointing to the little figure in the middle.

“I couldn't tell,” Sukuna says very much sarcastically. Yuuji doesnt understand it, so he beams with pride, excited at the idea of possibly being compared to his brother that he idolizes so.

The boy giggles, and turns to you for confirmation. “Do me and brother look alike?”

You hum in thought, dramatically tapping your chin. “Definitely. But, one of you guys happens to be way cuter than the other though.” Before Yuuji can ask who, you lean forward and blow raspberries on his stomach, chuckling when more squeals and giggles come tumbling out. Sukuna hides a smile.

A second later Yuuji comes flying out of your lap and into Sukunas. The older grabs him forcefully by the hood of his jacket, like a mother cat does to its kittens. You roll your eyes at the treatment, knowing well that Sukuna by now knows how to hold a child. But the boy doesn't mind, now sitting contently in Sukunas lap and staring up at him. “You wanna look like me?”

“Yes!”

“Good.” Sukuna licks his hand, and you furrow your eyebrows. Then he very much too forcibly runs his fingers through Yuuji's hair. You jump watching the boy nearly collapse backward at the motion of his hands, but braces himself. Sukuna has a really bad problem of treating his brother with a little to much force than what a child should be used to. But Yuuji was a strong kid, so he never barked a lick of complaint – it was only you that were biting your fingers with nerves.

Sukuna brushes the pink hair backward, similar to his hair cut. Then he uses more saliva to spike it up. Once finished he nods at the kid, content with the hair that looks identical to his.

“Alright. Good. Now go grab a sharpie, we gotta give you some tattoes.”

Yuuji borderline has a tantrum when you tell him why you can't do that, while Sukuna laughs the entire time. But, the two of you compromise, and now there is a picture hung in Sukunas room where Yuuji is coated with black marker tattoos, identical to his brother.

#mello.writes #big brother au #sukuna x reader #kid yuuji #sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #yuuji fluff #yuuji tadori fluff #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #reader insert #x reader #gn reader #gn! reader

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yandere-daydreams · 6 months

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tw - kidnapping, manipulation, mentions of physical abuse, and prolonged imprisonment.

You learn quickly that Nanami is significantly more bearable with he's playing house.

It should've been more obvious, in retrospect. If you hadn't been so terrified, so desperate not to fall into your captor's domestic delusions, you might've been more able to catch on more quickly, to realize how much softer he was when you treated him like a loving husband, rather than an obsessive stalker who had the nerve to roll his eyes when you asked if he had anything for you to wear that didn't involve bows and frills. You were slow on the uptake, but then again, he wasn't the kind of man who wore his heart on his sleeve.

His reactions weren't exactly more pronounced when your aggression started to fade, when you realized that he could barely take care of himself, let alone another person. You were skittish, eager to get in and out of the kitchen before he came home, and he was stoic, offering little more than a nod of his head and a muttered 'thank you' when he came home to find a bare-bones meal on the table or his constantly neglected apartment just a little cleaner. It took weeks for him to come to you directly; his suit jacket in one hand and spare button in the other. It should've only taken a minute to mend, but your hands shook so badly that it'd ended up taking ten. He watched over your shoulder all the while - smiling so softly, you'd been able to convince yourself that it was just your imagination.

You pretended that you didn't mind being with him, that the idea of being his stay-at-home hostage didn't make your skin crawl, and in exchange, he let you watch an hour of T.V. once a week, told you how your family and friends were dealing with your sudden disappearance. It wasn't a fair trade, but it was a trade - his domestic bliss for a handful of basic privileges, his happiness for the illusion of your freedom. When you can build up the courage, when you've recovered (or, recovered as much as you can, anyway) from the last time he bent you over his knee, you press for more. And sometimes, it works.

"I missed you," he mumbles, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His strong arms are wrapped around your waist, his posture hunched to accommodate the disparity between your heights, and you can feel warm breath on your skin, his deep voice reverberating against your throat.

"Welcome home," you say, because he doesn't like it when you lie and 'I missed you too' might've been the most dishonest thing you could've said. "You should sit down. I just started on dinner, and--"

You pause, cursing under your breath. Nanami is tired enough or kind enough to take the bait. "Make me a list." He pulls you that much closer before straightening his back and kissing your cheek. "I'll run to the store. It's the least I could do, for the only person who manages to keep my head on my shoulders."

You let a second of silence lapse between you, then another. "You know," you manage, eventually, just as Nanami starts to detangle himself from you. "Most couples spend as much time together as they can."

You can practically hear his smile. "You want to go shopping with me?"

"...am I allowed to?"

"Of course." He says it like he hadn't kidnapped you. Like he hadn't kept you locked in his sterile apartment for the better part of a year. Like he hadn't taken you by the neck and promised he'd be the only man to ever touch you again every time you questioned his intentions.

There's another kiss, this one to the corner of your jaw. Just when you think your heart might beat out of your chest, he adds, "As soon as hell freezes over and curses go extinct, I'll take you wherever you want."

You might've cried, if you didn't know how much he loved wiping away your tears.

Sometimes, it works.

Most of the time, though, he chooses to remind you whose game you're playing.

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A Mini Version - LN

Request @lau-reads - Like it’s lando and the reader living in the countryside with their two or how many kinds you want and it’s just like cute and fluffy maybe one of the kids are pretty clumsy like the reader and lando keeps getting small heart attacks (not literally more like in a protective way)🌼

@glitterquadricorn as promised. Dad!Lando. We're just going with one kid for now.

No part 2 requests please

Upon discovering y/n was pregnant, Lando decided it was the right time to move back to England. He wants his daughter, Rae to grow up with her cousins and near family with there being a flight to have to see them.

He absolutely adores his daughter. She's actually perfect parts equal Lando and y/n.

There's maybe just one part they had to wait to find out if she'd inherited from her mum. And that's her clumsiness.

Lando was really hoping that she hadn't inherited that. Especially after while pregnant y/n almost lost her thumb while cooking and the knife slipped. Lando was away for a race and just about had a heart attack when his mum informed him that y/n had taken herself, driving one handed to A&E. She didn't even mention it to anyone till Cisca showed up and her eyes bulged at the sight of her daughter-in-law with a stitched up finger.

She was scolded by Lando few good hour when that happened.

But Rae was born and while y/n managed to avoid dropping her. It didn't stop the clumsy gene showing itself from the moment Rae got on the move.

When she started crawling, on more than one occasion they watched her somehow get top heavy and tip onto her face basically doing a headstand.

But now she's nearing age 3 and as a family day out with Max, who will never not being an addition to the family outings.

"She's a natural." Lando grins as Rae manages to actually hit the golf ball on the 7th attempt while y/n and Max exchange a look.

Usually y/n can be supportive of anything and everything her daughter achieves. So long as it's achieved in 5 attempts or less. She is maternal, she's just not so easily as impressed as Lando, she definitely leaves the pushing towards golf on the young dad.

"Mama!" Rae beams rushing towards her mother proudly making y/n smile since even if Lando is the one poking for Rae to play golf, she is more proud about showing off to her mum.

"Well done, baby. Did you hit the ball?" Y/n laughs picking up the 2 year old and tossing her up in the air before hugging her tightly and somewhat attacking her with kisses. "Go help uncle Max, I think he needs you to help him do better."

Y/n places Rae down leaving the toddler to rush towards the man who looks at her severely unimpressed by her comment while Lando moves over and kisses her a couple times.

"Have I ever mentioned I love you?" Lando smiles while y/n hums.

"Once or twice." Y/n giggles before she turns to look at Rae giggling as she seems to chase Max's ball. "You think she'll catch it?"

Lando is actually laughing before he watches the ball roll down a sudden decline and Rae continue to chase it.

"Rae! No!"

Lando's panicked voice isn't actually fast enough for Rae to even think about stopping, she's tripped and rolled down into pond before any of the three adults have managed to run to her.

Lando actually pushes y/n back onto Max making them both fall with Max cushioning y/n's fall. The last thing Lando needs is her slipping and landing in the water too. He'd much rather his friend catch her fall on the dry grass.

Rae is hysterical, coughing up swallows water. It's shallow. But not exactly built for toddlers to fall into.

"It's ok, baby. It's alright. I got you." Lando states pulling her from the shallow water and passing her up to y/n as he climbs back up.

Y/n pats Rae's back with a grimace as she splutters and coughs between hyperventilating as she cries.

"It's ok. I've got you." Y/n soothes rubbing her back. She's now soaked through and Lando's wet from getting in the water to save Rae from the fall. "I can take her back and you guys can keep going if you want. I need to get her out these clothes."

"No, we're going. Sorry mate." Lando states looking at Max who shakes his head just gesturing for them to get going.

"No."

Rae has managed to calm down to sniffles as she watches the two men with her head on y/n's shoulder, presumably the shock of her fall having worn off and now she's just shaking from the cold.

Rae took some more time and effort from Lando to get her down for the night. And after multiple reassurance from y/n that Rae would be monitored just fine and y/n would be checking on her because maternal anxiety is real.

"She's down." Lando sighs making y/n nod a little before she swallows thickly and Lando frowns noticing tears in her eyes. "What?"

"Nothing." Y/n states far too quickly curling herself up into a ball, pulling her knees to her chest.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing."

"Y/n." Lando frowns making her sigh and lift the blanket revealing a large red mark on her thigh that's already forming a bruise but then she pulls up the sweater and her waist has a similar harsh red mark with a forming bruise already visible. "Baby, what-how did you even manage that."

Lando moves closer sitting down and yanking her legs over his lap as he looks at the damage.

"What did you do?"

"I was just in the bathroom and I was trying to close the window next to the bath...but it was still wet from giving Rae a bath and I slipped...I'm just happy you didn't hear me." Y/n sighs with a grimace then hissing when he lightly touches her waist. "Ah, ah. Lando, it hurts."

"Sorry, baby...what am I going to do with the two of you? One of you in a pond and the other in the bath." Lando sighs with a soft smile.

"Well...I mean...At least we know there was no mix up at the hospital if you'd ever doubted from her appearance, the clumsiness proves it." Y/n smiles earning a small laugh before he leans over and kisses her.

"Do you want any ice for it?" Lando offers making her sigh and shake her head.

"Just makes the bruising worse." Y/n shrugs then yawning. "I'd love some cuddles from you though."

"Now that I can deliver on." Lando smiles managing to pull her over on top of him figuring it's a safer position for her comfort.

Lando should've known y/n would manage to do more damage while he wasn't there to catch her. He was feeding Rae some breakfast, y/n had gone out saying she had some errands to run and Lando could use the one to one time with Rae.

Which is true with F1 and handling his other side businesses, he puts as much time in with Rae and they travel with him as much as possible. But it's not always the easiest and sometimes he has to just leave them behind. Ultimately sacrificing crucial time with both y/n and Rae.

Y/n doesn't even make it through the door without injury.

"Ah, fucking-ah!" Y/n exclaims angrily making Lando frown picking Rae up in a rush and moving toward.

He moves to find y/n pushing herself up from the ground.

"Don't. I don't want to hear it." Y/n huffs clearly in a foul mood and not wanting Lando fussing over her despite having scraped up her knees tripping over the step on that door.

Lando places Rae down in the living room with the baby gate secured as he follows y/n into the kitchen.

"Baby, what's wrong? What's going on?" Lando frowns since he knows it's not just having tripped over that's the issue. God knows she's fell over more times than he can count just in the time they've known each other. That's not counting the years of her life before him. "Y/n, talk to me. I can't help if you don't talk to me."

Y/n sucks in a breath turning around and sighing. She doesn't look upset but more stressed.

"Sit down. Can I at least clean up your knees?" Lando asks making her sigh as he lifts her up onto the counter.

Y/n watches him for a moment, the silence between them filled with Rae's distance babbling. Lando is focusing on cleaning her knees while feeling her gaze burning through him.

"I'm pregnant again." Y/n states making her his head whip up he's almost certain he just gave himself whiplash.

"You are?"

"Yes..."

"And you're not...happy?"

"It's not that...it's just...you have a heart attack every time Rae or I trip or fall, or manage some other injury." Y/n sighs making him smile softly at her.

"Baby, I can cope with more heart attacks to have another mini version of you and me." Lando grins watching her brighten up. "Alright, beautiful...We're having another baby."

"We are. I'm sure Rae is going to love being a big sister." Y/n laughs then sighing. "Speaking of way, Rae-Rae!"

"Mamamama!" Rae shouts back making her smile.

"Can you go get her? She'll be hating being left out."

"Yeah, stay here. I am definitely not risking you further injury now I know you're pregnant again." Lando grins stealing a kiss before he walks out the kitchen and down the hall. But of course, in true nature, he jumps seeing Rae climbing over the baby gate. Something new to panic about. "Rae!"

The volume of his voice makes the toddler jump as let go on the side of the hallway while he rushes forward grunting as he lands just manages to catch her fall.

"Lando!"

"She's fine. She's completely fine!" Lando grunts while Rae looks at him with wide eyes as if sensing the don't tell mum tone of his voice. "You two and now another one are all going to be the death of me."

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