We are bulletproof

its early in the morning, the sun barely turning the sky a light violet color. hes getting ready to leave for work and as he stands at the edge of your shared bed, he leans down, kissing you good morning and goodbye. and he watches as you sleepily wipe his kiss off. he stills. his smile falling. "ma'am" he says "what was that?" he kisses you again. this time pulling your head into his face deeper. when he backs up you repeat the motion, rubbing the back of your hand across your lips. "remind me of this when i get home" he says, kissing his hand and pressing it to your cheek. maybe theres a reason you dont tease him.

(he comes home and they have unprotected sex because in my head zayne is a mean dom and tells her "you want me to cum inside of you youre going to need to beg for it. i need assurance youre not just going to try to wipe that off too".)

(im not proofreading this before i send it. beware. <3)

"Still cluttering my temple with this worthless garbage?" Sukuna growled, though his eyes never left the gentle sway of your movements. "Must you insist on filling every corner with these weeds?"

"They're not garbage, they're flowers!" You held up a bloom for his inspection, completely unfazed by his scowl, "This one kind of reminds me of you- all thorny on the outside…" you smiled sweetly at the flower, a tint of pink dusting your cheeks, "but the petals are so soft."

The mouth on his stomach let out a derisive snort.

"Comparing the King of Curses to a common weed? Your boldness knows no bounds, does it? I could burn them all to ash with a thought," he threatened, multiple hands clenching, "Turn your precious flowers to nothing but dust."

"Buuut you won't," you sang out, struggling slightly to stand with your swollen belly. Before you could wobble and lose balance, his hands were there, steadying you. The moment he realized what he’d done his gentle touch turned into a somewhat harsh grip, the action of tending to you making him bare his teeth in self-disgust.

"Pathetic," he spat, though his hold remained carefully mindful of your condition, "You're as weak as these weeds you love so much." He clicked his tongue, "Tch, and I don’t believe I gave you permission to move, know your place… woman."

"Hmmm~?" You arched your brow at him, "And where is my place?" You asked playfully, leaning into his touch despite his harsh words. Your hand reaching up to caress the curse marks on his arm.

The mouth on his stomach snapped its teeth, "At my feet, where you belong."

"Funny," you mused, "that's not where you kept me last night~."

His grip tightened, just shy of painful, "Watch your tongue, little lamb.." One hand found your throat, thumb pressing against your pulse point in warning, "That tongue of yours grows bolder by the day," Sukuna snarled, another hand tangling in your hair with barely contained violence. "Perhaps I should I finally rid myself of that mouth of yours..." his nails drags across your neck, "rip it out and feed it to-"

You merely tilted your head, exposing more of your neck to his threatening grip, "rip it out with those hands that hold me so carefully?" You pressed closer, fearlessly touching the mouth on his stomach, which immediately ceased its smirk.

"You're nothing but a temporary amusement. A warm body to entertain me. A vessel for my-"

The mouth on his stomach started to add something undoubtedly vicious, but fell traitorously silent when Sukuna heard the next words that slipped from your lips, "Is that why you check on us every night?" You asked, eyes looking at him knowingly, "To inspect your vess-!"

He cut you off by pulling you roughly against him, four hands positioning you exactly where he wanted you, "You talk too much." A vein pulsed dangerously in his temple before The king of curses releases a sound of frustration, "I'm ensuring what belongs to me remains intact. Nothing more."

"And you pretend too much," you whispered, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his clenched jaw, "my fearsome lord who also waters his "vessels" wilting flowers as she sleeps soundly with his growing child."

Sukuna's eyes narrowed dangerously, "I do no such thing..."

He should have pulled away. Should have done what he’s done to others and remind you exactly why he earned the title King Of Curses... Instead, he found himself drawing you closer, allowing your warmth to seep into his cold existence.

"Your weeds are still worthless," he muttered against your hair, but all four of his arms continued to cradle you protectively.

Sukuna Ryomen wanted to destroy you. To erase your existence…

─── 冴 TALK, TALK

itoshi sae; 685 words; smut, slight D/s dynamics, brat!reader, brat!tamer sae, silence kink, spanking, light degradation, light allusions to pain kink!reader, no "y/n", lapslock

summary: didn't you know that silence is golden?

a/n: hellooooo yes no one is shocked that sae's a good brat tamer... here the fuck we go.

< part of the brat collection; go to masterlist

─── 冴 "QUIET." his voice isn’t harsh, isn’t hard, but there’s a finality to it that makes your back arch, your pussy clench.

it’s times like these that you remember who your boyfriend is, the kind of respect he so casually commands.

you swallow down the whimper building at the back of your throat and try to breathe through your nose. you fight down the noises crowding at the back of your tongue, even as your brain fizzles round the edges, the familiar bursts of light and dark dotting the insides of your eyelids as you squeeze your eyes shut.

i hope this makes you feel better <333

The moment you pull off his cock, your eyes fill with tears. With his head thrown back, Zayne doesn't notice quite yet, but when you stand up, indents on your knees from the tile, his eyes meet yours.

"It's not-it's not fair..." You pout, tears streaming down your already wet face. Zayne's eyes widen, reaching out to cup your face and wipe your tears.

"I-I know it's not. But you like your punishments, don't you?" He holds you close, head still spinning a little from whiplash as you sob in his arms.

"But you didn't say I wouldn't get to cum! I just wanted to make you feel good..." Your disappointment is palpable, so Zayne shuts the shower off to focus his attention on you.

"I know. You did such a good job too. I won't punish you, okay? Once we get out, I'll make you cum as many times as you want." He cups your face, carefully kissing your nose as if to seal the promise.

"...Really?"

"Yes. I should give you a reward, don't you think?" When you nod a little reluctantly, he smiles softly, kissing your lips this time.

“The rule was I couldn’t blow you, remember?” Your hand is wrapped around Zayne’s cock, pumping at a torturously slow pace. He gasps, forehead pressed to your shoulder and hands gripping your waist.

The cool water of the shower slips down your back, and it’s welcome given how warm you feel at the sight of Zayne nearly whimpering in pleasure.

“Fuck-fuck please make me cum?” He begs, hips jerking into your hand weakly.

“Is my punishment over?” You start to move slower, and he whines at the feeling of his orgasm ebbing away.

“Fine it’s-fuck-it’s over, you can blow me as much as you want just pl-“ He chokes on a moan as your warm mouth immediately envelops him.

Zayne is almost afraid to look at you, lest he cum immediately at the sight. It’s how he’d gotten into this predicament in the first place. Just seeing you in the shower, all wet and soapy, how could he not get hard?

“Did you miss me?” You mumble around his cock, head bobbing just the way he likes. He sighs in pleasure, tossing his head back to savour the feeling.

“Y-yes I did. It wasn’t a very good punishment, hm?” His hips start moving in tandem with you, so you stop moving to let him take over, fucking your throat slowly.

“Mhm!” You agree despite your mouth being full. He huffs a laugh, eyes meeting yours.

“I guess I just won’t let you cum for the rest of the week, yes?” The way your eyes widen in surprise makes him smirk.

Zayne always felt the need to return the favour after you blow him. You’re pretty sure that’s why you love it so much. You’d been throbbing the second you sank to your knees, surely he wasn’t serious?

THISSSSSSS!!!!!!! curate your own internet experience. block them because they’re allergic to peanut butter, block them because they have what you don’t, block them because they dislike your favorite food, block them because you don’t like their layout, block them because you can.

blocking is NOT a personal attack against someone. it’s you curating your own internet experience and catering for your comfort, and you have every right to do that.

you, yes, you!!! you CANNOT tell other people to censor themselves for your own comfort and personal likings. you CANNOT tell them what they can or can’t post. you CANNOT tell them what they can or can’t write. you CANNOT tell them what they can or can’t draw. BUT you CAN block them for whatever reason.

Megumi sat stiffly on the couch, arms crossed tightly to his chest with his jaw tight. You were curled up in the recliner beside him, sipping your little drink with a barely concealed smile, eyes sparkling while you pretended to scroll on your phone.

Toji stood in the middle of the living room, towel from his post-work shower still hanging around his neck, shirt half-tucked like he’d gotten too mad to finish dressing.

“You think I like coming home to this shit, Megumi?”

His voice was low and sharp, that kind of mad that meant the vein in his neck was probably pulsing. You glanced up at him, biting back a grin as you crossed your legs and leaned into the armrest, already feeling the anticipation coil low in your belly.

“I told you last week—since last week!—to stop parking in the driveway like that. Now there’s a fat-ass scrape on the side of my truck. You think that’s funny?”

Megumi huffed defensively, “It was an accident”.