#Sister

[little-way-hard-sport]

https://savannah-894.ludgu.top/ge/GvTkSX0

[lelif]

on loving your siblings

I don't love anyone, Belle and Sebastian//The Reynolds Pamphlet, Hamilton by Lin-Manuel Miranda//The Other Boleyn Girl(2008)//Fleabag, 2x06//@earth-to-mothership //Rabbi Joseph Telushkin, Jewish Literacy//Antigone, Jean Anouilh//Maurice Sendak//Little Miss Sunshine (2006)//The Elektra Complex, @filmnoirsbian //NA

[cfangi-art]

“Come, let us be a family!” 🫶

(read left to right 👉)

I’m happy Mileena and Kitana are sisters in MK1. The only thing Mileena ever wanted was a family and it’s sweet to imagine if the timelines were to collide again, she would finally get that sisterly love from Kitana 🥹

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was the sister of Dragon from Shrek, and we were at the movies (I'm pretty sure we were mouse-sized). The movie playing was literally just a guy playing Hollow Knight.

[the-night-picture-collector]

/ Vladimir Sokolaev, Elder Sister, Siberia, 1979

[luluspicedesigns]

a man of the theatre

(fanart for @pocketgalaxies)

edit update: these are on sale in pocket's ko-fi shop!

[anime-to-the-t]

[debora-goth]

Sister of darkness

[lilpetfae]

Cw: fluff sibcest sibcon

Waking up n big sis isn't in bed like she was when you fell asleep. Going to search for her, knowing she's probably in her gaming room giving her stupid friends the attention you deserve. Creaking open her door she's relaxing in her chair just chatting on discord. Not even gaming! Just in discord talking n laughing when she should be snuggling you and sleeping !😤 She doesn't notice you until you're in her camera view and she tilts her head to look over you, moving over of her headphones away from her ear. "Heey, what're you doing up little fox, you're supposed to be asleep?"

Your eyes are all glossy n sleepy n looking like you'll burst into tears at any moment. "I woke up n you weren't there n I got scared" you say, wiping the not yet existent tears from your face. "Ohhh I'm so sorry sweetie cmere. Come sit in my lap little one." Climbing into her lap sideways, legs dangling off the arm of the chair, head nuzzled against her chest n her free hand finding it's way in your hair. You hear her friends talking about how cute n needy you are. Feeling your face heat up you borrow your vision as close into her chest as you can, both of her breasts squishing your cheeks slightly. "It's okay baby. Big sisters right here, you can stay here n fall asleep. But-" she says leaning her chair back a little further. Keeping you tight again her, lifting you ass n sliding into your cunt with entirely too much ease, springing a long whine and cries from your lips as you cling to her.

"But you have to let me warm in you mkay runt?"

You nod, unable to say anything through the whining from being filled.

"That's my good girl, now get some rest. I love you" she closes with a kiss, gently rocking back n forth, while you drift off, big sister knot throbbing every soft often in time with her heartbeat lulling you back to sleep.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Some redneck was harassing me and my sister on a cruise and I told him “Trump’s afraid of us,” and he exploded on the spot.

[kafkasapartment]

The Artist's Sister at a Window, 1869. Berthe Morisot Oil on canvas.

[clairewritesjjkxreader]

Sukuna's Wife and Yuuji's Onee-chan (Sukuna x Reincarnated!Y/N) Part 2

Part 1

Several hundred years ago…

You adored autumn more than any other season. Leaves drying, flowers falling to the ground–you felt most alive surrounded by death.

“The leaves remind me of your hair,” you said to him, holding up a red maple leaf. 

“You did not just compare me to a dead leaf.” He watched with crossed arms as you fiddled with the leaf before letting go. 

“It’s a compliment. Though…I guess the maple is prettier,” you teased him. The rubiness of autumn maple was rich and with a charm incomparable to any flower.

He huffed.

You laughed a bit, though your giggles were covered up with coughing.

He strolled closer, wrapping a scarf around your neck, his large hands careful not to pull on your hair. “You love autumn but can barely stand the cold.”

You snuggled closer to his side, placing your ear close to his heart. “Then it’s a good thing I married you.”

***

Present day.

Yuuji was the single most precious person to you. He and old man Wasuke were more your family than the actual people who made you. When the toddler first grasped your finger, tightly and warmly, you swore that nothing else mattered in the world.

As the days passed and that little crybaby grew up into a taller crybaby, your sentiments only got stronger.

No one cared, no one mattered, not even yourself.

If anyone deserved to live a long, happy life, it was your sweet, salt of the earth Yuuji. 

That’s why, after the man called Gojo explained everything: from curses and cursed energy to Yuuji’s fate after eating one of Ryomen Sukuna’s fingers, you found yourself getting down on both knees and laying your nose on the ground.

“Please,” you begged, “please spare Yuuji. If you need another host, then transfer Sukuna inside me and take me instead, but leave my brother alone.”

All three men were stunned.

Fushiguro reluctantly opened his mouth, “H-hey–”

“Nee-chan, get up.” Yuuji went to grab your shoulders, but he was taken aback when Gojo knelt down in front of you. 

He hummed, before asking, “You sure are a good sister. You realize that you’re basically asking us to kill you?”

You said nothing as you kept your forehead on the ground.

“So that’s your answer.” Gojo crossed his arms and pretended to think.

“Darling.” Sukuna appeared on Yuuji’s cheek. He growled, “Get up. You shouldn’t be prostrating yourself in front of these scum.” 

Gojo snapped his fingers. “Leave it to me, Y/N-chan!”

“Hey!” “Oy!”

Fushiguro and Sukuna chorused, “You’re not really dragging her into this, are you?” “You damn sorcerer, don’t you dare call her so intimately. Only I can–”

“Raise your head, Y/N-chan.” Gojo chuckled. “I’ll take care of you and Yuuji.”

Despite everything, Gojo needed to be sure of Itadori’s potential as a vessel, so he knocked the boy out and did the same to you before you could try to hit him. 

“You’re not really thinking of using that woman as a vessel, right?” Megumi watched as his teacher held you in his arms. “And how do you even plan on transferring Sukuna into her?”

“Tell me, Megumi, do you want Itadori-kun to live?”

“Of course, I do.”

“How about his darling nee-chan?”

“Yes, but–”

“Sukuna cannot be trusted, but if he really does care for this girl then we can use that to our advantage, don’t you agree?”

Megumi couldn’t protest. He didn’t like the idea of getting civilians involved, but if he had to choose between two people and the rest of the world, then the answer was obvious.

The day Old Man Wasuke was hospitalized, you already took a leave of absence from college. Quitting your part time jobs and packing up your belongings took less than a day, and cutting ties with the rest of the world you knew was easy. You had no warmth for your colleagues, or your classmates, or the lonely old house you grew up in. 

Sukuna was surprisingly quiet the whole ride to the high school, but when Satoru Gojo started flirting with you, an eye and mouth would open up on Yuuji’s cheek and demand he stay away from you. 

“How dare you lay your filthy hand on my beloved–”

“You mad? What’re you gonna do from waaaay over there?” (You seriously started to worry about your brother’s safety while being protected by this moron.)

Yuuji was placed next to Megumi Fushiguro (a polite but reserved boy, you noted) while you were put in the girl’s dormitory, which was practically empty. Sukuna was vocal about “being left behind,” but Gojo was adamant about separating the boys from the girls like the rules state. 

Lies, Megumi thought to himself. He just wants to piss off Sukuna. That and it was for your own safety. Though the King of Curses seemed attached to you, he was still a curse, and his attitude could’ve been a mask. 

You were used to being alone so living without a roommate or “friends” in a large building was no big deal. Once you were settled in, you returned to Yuuji’s dormitory, but when you found him unconscious and tied to a chair by talismans, you threw a shoe at Gojo without thinking.

“Why are you so violent?” Gojo complained as your shoe bounced off his infinity. 

“You said you would protect him!”

“Calm down,” Fushiguro said from behind you. “Please, Gojo-sensei may look and act like that–”

“–oi, what do you mean by ‘that’–”

“–but I promise you, he’s doing this for everybody’s benefit.”

“...You’re lying.” 

Fushiguro’s blood froze as you gazed into his eyes. He has never felt such intense blood lust from a single human before.

“You’re not doing this for my baby’s sake… you’re lying… you’re tricking us…” Your voice dripped with ice, your stare glazed over. 

Fushiguro was speechless. Something told him you weren’t talking about just Yuuji right now. 

“Give him back to me.” You gripped Fushiguro’s arms. “GIVE MY CHILD BACK!”

Fushiguro was at a loss, though your nails dug into him, he couldn’t bring himself to summon his familiars or push you away. You were a bit violent, but he saw Tsumiki in you. 

Wait, did she just say child?

@laurcad123 @aidanstan @deepinballs

Part 3

A/N:

I'm getting way too lazy to write full fledged prose.

Anyway, I love soft sukuna.

Also, med school is murder T.T