#rage anger fury and the likes

[samaelwinchester]

i love the idea of angry sam but when it's just "sam should have gotten angry and confronted everybody" i'm sorry but that's rookie shit. sam should have gotten so blindingly furious his powers came back in full force, lights blowing out, glass shattering, everybody in the room feeling like their chest is collapsing. he wouldn't even be able to get a word out beyond screaming and spitting and cursing and being unrecognizable from the meek, withdrawn individual who was keeping this unfathomable rage down all these years

#im talking APESHIT im talking BLISTERING FURY im talking RAGE of a THOUSAND SUNS #im talking anger that makes dean's manpain induced outbursts look like stress relief techniques #sam winchester #spn

[bitterkarmaa]

I do not see. I do not see todays upload. I cannot and will not see with my eyes. How fucking dare they take away one of my blorbos.

#SO PISSED RN #fury #righteous anger #PURE UNBRITLED RAGE #so unbelievably unnecessary #like why? #cause they’re bringing in new characters? #if they’re killing off blood cause of the newbies istg #final straw #FINAL STRAW! #I am so angry and upset rn #crying dhmu #the sun and moon show #sun and moon show #tsams #sams bloodmoon #sams blood moon

[iiguess]

WHAT IS YOUR CURSE?

THE SHADOW.

Something walks behind you, nipping at your heels. You know the shape it takes, though you cannot see it. You think you know. Its edges look like yours, but clean and concise, close-cut lines articulated into iridescent air. Turn around and catch it-- and it slides away. Your shadow shines and you are blinded. You half-hear it whispering words that stick to your skin like mist and evaporate under your gaze, but they shake you. Even their echoes are true. It knows you. It wears your skin. It is more you than you are. Are you the chaser? Are you the shadow? Which, really, would you rather be? Walk backwards if you must. You must keep looking back.

#;; the girl who cried wolf ( persona 5 au ) #how fitting for her to get the shadow for her persona verse #wouldn't it be slightly messed up if her shadow acts more like how she would act if she wasn't so traumatized #or bitter #or angry #how strange would it be to have the constant reminder of what she should have been--the very manifestation of what /should/ have happened #be the very thing that helps and protect her #I'd like to think that her persona has two... personalities??? to go with the two forms #more childlike and mischievous in human-esque form #then brutal anger and vocal rage in wolf form #something something her being unable to move on from the innocence she's lost and the fury (and grief) she continues to feel over it #anywho #hi henlo I am here for the meanwhile #currently got a bit of a tiny fever I think? #and some sniffles #so I'm not sure if I made any sense but yknow aKDHASK #I've missed you all!!! so much!!! #;; from one story to the next ( tag game. )

[dredshirtroberts]

i have never been more angry about climate change getting to the point that it has than i am right now. i don't remember the last time i moved around without having to very carefully consider how much pain i am in and how much effort it will take me to move from bed to wherever i need to be.

the weather is COMPLETELY DIFFERENT every four to five days or so (40degreeF temp fluxes anyone?) and my body is predicting the changes about four days in advance, getting worse as the front moves in. I have No Fucking Respite from this and I am... very slowly losing my mind about it. it's... it's been at least a few weeks now that it's been back and forth rapidly and i can't fucking MOVE.

I can't sleep, laying down hurts too much. sitting hurts. standing hurts *and* wears me out almost instantly. the otc meds aren't really doing anything anymore and all the weed does is make it so it's not the forefront of my mind (and also makes it so i don't really feel like moving around a whole bunch anyway). i can't think. i can't focus.

and i know i'm not the only one in the household feeling poorly because of the weather - we're a barometric body household, we've got everything: migraines, old injuries, other stuff. and it sucks. it all just sucks a lot and i want the weather to stabilize and because of the fucking melting ice the jetstream is all wonky and that's what's causing the back and forth ESPECIALLY this far up north, and it's absolutely WRECKING my shit.

so if we could get to work on maybe not making climate change worse and even potentially putting some of that ice back on the north pole so that the transition seasons are maybe less fraught with pain, i would be greatly appreciative.

#obviously also because of all the other reasons climate change is bad we should fix it #like i've been on this train a while but my god learning that the weather being unstable as fuck like this is because of it? #FURY. ANGER. RAGE. #that i can't do fuck all about because i'm stuck in my bed because moving more than 20ft in one direction is Too Much and nothing is Comfy #i'm also approximately a week out from my period i've got my echo tomorrow #AND i'm failing miserably at deliberately Ignoring my mother's birthday #we're moving in like a month and i have so much to do and i can't fuckign MOVE enough to do anyof it #we'll just say i'm not doing *awesome* right now #and none of the answers we're currently looking at are ''fixable'' just... managed #and ugh. the prospect of that is just... very daunting sometimes #especially when i already feel like shit #i want to *write* i want to *draw* i want to *create* #and all i can do is play minecraft and phone games because i literally do not have the brain capacity to do anything else #i hate this

[mocacheezy]

Having sensory issues that you haven't quite registered as proper, real and VALID issues yet can be real interesting. For example;

Me, overwhelmed and fuming with rage and anxiety: How can I fuckity fuck make this better?

*remembers that sunlight and seeing what's outside can make people feel less claustrophobic ergo lowering anxiety*

*forgets that bright lights and colors are a sensory FUCK NO when overwhelmed*

*partially opens the window shutters*

*closes the window shutters*

#i have never been more grateful to not be a smoker because I have been pacing up and down the room and FUMING #fuck apps and fuck technology AND FUCK CUSTOMS AND FUCK ALL OF THIS SHIET #AND ESPECIALLY!!! ESPECIALLY FUCK PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY CAN MAKE ME FEEL LIKE SHIT AND NOT FACE CONSEQUENCES!!!!!!!! #ever since I've been told that anger/rage can be a good source of energy if you sirect it right I've been trying to harness that #BITCH LETS FUCKING GO TIME TO WRITE FUCKING EMAILS WITH BREAKS OF SCREAMING AND TEETH GNASHING #FOLLOWED BY STABBING FABRIC AND HISSING #I AM FURY AND ANGER AND MOTHERFUCKING SPITE I AM NOT GONNA SEETHE QUIETLY AND NEATLY AND BE STILL #I GOT BONES TO SCRUB BITCHES LETS FUCKITY FUCK GO #moca grumbles #vent #sensory issues #my therapist will be hearing about this #I haven't had an appointment in a few weeks now and OH BOY OH BOY AM I GONNA HAVE SOME STRATEGIES FOR HER #WE ARE GONNA BE FOCUSING ON SHIET AND I'LL PROBS BE CALMER THEN #BUT. THAT IS. ABOUT A FUCKING THREE WEEKS AWAY. #SO I AM JUST GONNA LOG OFF FOR NOW AND SCREAM AS I WRITE THE STUPID SHIT THAT IS MAKING ME SHAKE WITH ANXIETY #FUCK IT ALL FOR FUCKS SAKE #and bless the golks who uploaded these gifs DAFFY MC FUCKER GETS IT #THAT FUCKING EPISODE WAS SHIET FOR HE AND I AM GONNA BE YELLING WABBIT SEASON @ SHIT

[celepeace]

I don't feel genuinely violent very often but the sound of landscaping tools in the morning activates something in me like a sleeper agent

#the sounds of motorized hedge trimmers and leafblowers make me want to start lobbing large rocks out of my window at people #it's like the world- for a short time- shrinks down to just be me and nothing else matters in the world except for me and my sleep #i don't care if you're just doing your job. shut the fuck up #so i instead relegate myself to seethe in the bathroom with headphones #the rage it induces in me is second only to the sounds of people eating loudly #which is the only thing on earth that makes me actually scream in anger at people #misophonia is like. would you like to experience the most intense fury a person is capable of feeling #for the low low price of an Annoying Noise?

[halfyearsqueen]

WHAT RAGE LANGUAGE ARE YOU ?

step back. usually, you're able to bottle up your emotions and ignore the frustrations. but, after weeks of shoving everything down, your body needs a release, and i pity the poor person who managed to piss you off. it's screaming crying, shouting, kicking lockers, whatever you can do to get it out of your system. it's a whole jean grey moment, fire and fury blasting out of you.

tagged by: taken from @wilsonjacket

tagging: @daekarys , @doloridis , @afterevers ( choose ?) , @roseguided ( visenya / dae ? ) , @lcerys , @wedthrice

#dash games // #' fire and fury blasting out of you' YES EXACTLY #she's quick to anger but like. she's never in full blown RAGE except for the rare occurence where like #she is forced to bury it

[ilaiyayaya]

I'm Winner!

Let's go I fucking won christmas so hard. Literally actually integer underflowed depression so hard 2 days before christmas that I looped around to being pissed off and confident as fuck for the last few days. I walked in ready to fucking murder someone and I think everyone noticed so like nobody said anything to me, didn't hear a single slur, first time in years I've been at a family gathering and didn't leave wanting to kill myself and everyone in the room. Only regret is that nobody said anything horrible so I didn't have the chance to tell anyone to go rot, big zam 😔. I was ready to do it too, I had so much actual bloodlust this year, and all for nothing, massive wasted potential. Nonetheless still an iconic nonbinary hoe win.

Maybe I should just solve every problem this way, maybe just entering every situation with murderous intent truly is the solution to all of life's problems! Maybe all along the real christmas was the hypothetical corpses we made along the way!

Time to spend the rest of christmas playing Corpse Party (see that's like a callback to the last line where I mentioned corpses, so like it's funny please laugh this is all I have in life) that's a lie I hate Corpse Party I'm gonna play uhhhhh idk instead

#we are so back #knishmas #fury and rage #god i can't wait for this manic episode to end and to go back to being depressed af again instead #why can't I just like always be angry? like life would be so much easier if anger clouded my judgement at all times

[lonesomedotmp3]

sydney I am not okay with this WAS genuinely groundbreaking representation for girls with the most insane concerning anger management problems you have ever seen in your life

#I HATE IT I HATE THE RAGE I HATE THAT IT'S BACK FROM HIATUS I FORGOT HOW BAD IT IS GIRL HELP!!!!! #like ur only two solutions to anger as a child is become a little terrorist to everyone around you or direct it inward and cause #incalculable harm to yourself it's fucking. stupid frankly #i need to get a punching bag or something. solve this archie andrews style #i did not finish my thought i mean as a child yr left w those two ways and as an adult even self awareness #doesn't solve a thing because like. the rage is still there and it needs out lol so ur just fucked #like I don't want to hurt myself or someone else so i guess I'll just be coiled tight full of fury for the rest of the night 😐 #it's FINE. i need to snap out of it. making a post as an attempted exorcism

[sleepless-crows]

i feel like we're associating show!kaz with red more instead of just black and show!wylan with yellow instead of orange and i won't argue with it

#red = fury rage anger yes #i feel like the orange was largely because of his book hair but yellow fits show!wylan well

[kindcore]

Zenos kicking my ass in rhalgr's reach and my WoL being like i wasnt playing dps come back.

#will o' whispers #ffxiv #shes been fight driven since the start this bitch saw ultima and went i am going to dismantle that thing with my bare hands #shes all about fighting. am excited for her to be obsessed with fighting zenos <3 #its her azem backstory that fuels it but lets say shes irrationally angry at all times and enjoys fighting as a way to redirect that fury #shes got other feelings than anger but most of it is restless rage #example she loves and cares for alpinaud alisae etc and tried to be a whitemage to see if that would help #but haurchefant died and she was like ok fuck it dark knight

[vulcanhello]

DO NOT READ ‘MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN DEATH’ MORE TO COME

#i’m 80% thru and IM SO DONE I HATE THIS BOOK I HATE AOS I HATE EVERYTHING #i am literally filled with rage and hatred and malice and anger and fury and wrath #when i finish it this post will get the write up of a fucking lifetime #(spoilers btw. not that you should care) #(but spoilers in these tags) #ok im calmed down i’m gonna make three posts about this book. a) scotty antics b) spock n mccoy epic bitch moment and c) crusade against the #slurring of tpring. she did not deserve that #ok i’m doubly calmed down. go read it if you like aos its a great story. but if u dislike the tpring suprise we are in the same boat

[pomegranateteeth]

Uh oh I’m becoming addicted to all encompassing rage because it’s the first emotion I’ve felt IN my body for the first time in years

#z screams #uh oh #villain origin story #i think I want to make people feel bad on purpos #I’m so tired of being wrong but also #this suddenly feels sooooo gooood #like the cold waves of rage in tm stomach and chest??? #the dizzy spells as my heart pounds in fury #feel good??? #what’s happening to me #I’m super /srs #what’s wrong with me my anger is orgasmic #and it’s all cuz some ugly old white gay ruined and stole my artwork!? #liek not copy buy like stole a phsical original that liek I knew ppl would buy

[scary-sounding-latin-name]

Okay, how the fuck do you get the porn bots to stop following you?

#genuine question #i dont like them #spam bots #anger #rage #fury

[kitkatscabinet]

Nothing fucks with my baby

Simon Riley x wife reader

Summary: Simon is the Earth orbiting your sun and he'll do anything to keep you safe and happy, even if that means resorting to bloody means.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: attempted non-con (not by Simon)

@ghosts-cyphera for you pookie, hope you enjoy!

Eight months. It’s been eight long, tortuous months since Simon saw you in person. Eight months of living off brief Skype calls interrupted by work schedules and shitty internet cutting out mid-call, an age since he’s touched you. Since he’s breathed in your scent and cradled you against his muscular chest, since he’s tasted you. Pictures of you weren’t enough, even if you’d gifted him a set of delectable Polaroids showcasing your gorgeous body decorated with black and white lingerie.  

Long deployments had never bothered him, not until you’d become the central part of his life. Simon was the Earth, orbiting your sun reverently and fervently. He’d worship you on his knees for eternity if that’s what you desired.

His appetite for you has always been ravenous, but his need for you has been greatly nourished after months of no contact. The door to your shared home swings open with a bang, the anticipation coursing through his veins diminishing his control in a way he knows you’ll scold him for. His bag is dropped carelessly in the foyer as he stalks through the space, a man on a mission to find you. Not even the weary exhaustion after months of shit sleep and shared communal spaces would deter him from his mission. 

You’re not in your home office or the bedroom and Simon’s frustration simmers under his skin as he marches straight back out the door. It’s only the knowledge that you’ll be devastated to have missed his surprise homecoming that tempers his annoyance. 

Ghost is beyond irritated by the time he arrives at your work, not necessarily at you, he knows how seriously you take your career, it’s one of the reasons he was so drawn to you. Once some lowly private had made a snide remark about you being the breadwinner, scoffing at Simon for letting his wife ‘emasculate’ him like that. It was only Price playing damage control that kept him from a dishonourable discharge that day. He had no regrets, especially after the incident taught people to keep your name out of their mouths. 

It’s late, well past working business hours when he keys into the building using the code you’d given specially for him. So it shouldn’t surprise him how empty it is, most of the lights turned off as he made his way to your office, but Simon hadn’t survived over a decade in the military without learning to trust his gut. A distinct uneasiness settles in his body, narrowed eyes surveying the space for anything out of the ordinary as he increases his pace to get to you. 

The light in your office is on, the door is left open carelessly and gives Simon a clear view of the sight of you bent over your desk trying not to cry as a man holds a gun to your head and fumbles with your sleek dress pants. Simon thought he knew rage, but any anger he’s ever felt is drowned in comparison to the sheer righteous fury that alights his veins. 

He closes the gap in record time, red filtering out the corners of his vision and spraying over his knuckles as he rips the interloper away and viciously lays into him. Any slurred words pleading for mercy are ignored and shut down as Simon’s fist renders the man’s mouth an inoperable bloody mess. 

His arm aches furiously by the time he pulls back, chest heaving with breaths that have long since been silenced from the scumbag that now lay dead on the floor of your office. It’s the sound of your shaky sobs that pulls Simon back from the brink, immediately darting towards you, shaky hands stained with blood cradling you against his bulk gently. 

He’s vibrating with an explosive cocktail of fury, fear, outrage and relief. You press yourself tighter against his chest like you’re trying to burrow into the safety of his ribcage. Simon can’t bring himself to speak, mouth dry and tongue heavy as he buries his face into the top of your head. The silence is broken by the shaky inhales of your rattling breaths and sobs. 

All too soon you’re pulling away, even when he fights to keep you safe and sound against his chest. “Simon? What… what’s going to happen with-” You try and turn your gaze towards the corpse staining your carpet but Simon prevents you with a hand grasping your jaw, preventing you from getting a glimpse at the carnage. 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head darling, I’ll take care of it. But first, let's get you home yeah?” He walks you from the building to your car with a supportive arm wrapped around your shoulders, tucking you against his side before sliding you into the passenger seat of your car. It’s a testament to how shaken you are that you don’t protest, remaining silent and clutching the hand that grasps your thigh like a lifeline. 

It doesn’t take long to tuck you into bed, wrapping you tightly in the blanket like it will protect you from the horrors of the outside world. The adrenaline had faded from your body making way for the exhaustion. Simon doesn’t leave your side until he’s sure the clutches of sleep have pulled you under, and even then, it's with extreme hesitation that he stands and leaves the bedroom, reaching for his phone to make a call. 

Luckily, you don’t wake even once in the hours that follow as he waits for news of the cleanup. He spends that time alternating between checking in on you, watching you breathe peacefully and pacing the linoleum floors that you’d insisted on. 

A single knock on the front door pulls him from the spiral of thoughts that threatened to pull him further and further into darkness. He opens the door to an unimpressed Price, who pushes his way in with Gaz and Soap trailing after. Expectantly he stares at them, watching as Price lights a cigar and takes a long drag. 

“It’s done. Did you have to make such a mess though son?” It’s an innocuous enough comment but one that raises Ghost’s hackles anyway and he shoots a venomous glare at his captain that would never have been acceptable in any other circumstances. His shoulders tense and it takes everything in him to keep his voice somewhat level. 

“That fucker laid his hands on my wife!” He inhaled shakily as he remembered what he’d almost been too slow to prevent, unable to prevent the rise of volume as he yelled at his captain, “My wife! He’s lucky I didn’t paint the room with his insides!” The baritone of his booming snarl is loud enough that even Soap flinches slightly with widened eyes. 

There’s a tense silence but his captain nods, something like approval in his gaze before his eyes slide towards the right and Simon turns just in time to witness you call his name, voice hoarse with sleep and eyes red from tears. 

He crosses the space and curls you against him in record time, nonchalantly throwing a dismissive wave towards his team who simply nod in understanding and file back outside. “Were those the boys? You didn’t have to kick them out” you murmured though Simon was already hushing you, leading you back to bed with a firm hand on the small of your back. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout them lovie, they were leavin’ anyway” he waved away your concerns, finally kicking off his shoes, trapping you in his arms and pulling you down onto the mattress. You squeak at his actions, giggling as his stubble tickles the skin of your neck. 

Despite how pent-up and desperate for your touch he is, Simon makes no move to escalate the situation, settling you in his arms and simply breathing you in. Neither of you speak about the earlier incident, not willing to shatter the peace. Though Simon lets out the occasional hum when your hands trace gentle circles over his heart, focusing on the steady beat of his pulse beneath your palm. 

Inevitably the lingering emotions of the day would have to be dealt with, but not yet, Simon would allow himself to relish in the peace just a little longer.

#x reader #cod mw x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #kat’s writing #cod simon riley #simon riley

[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

ceo!sukuna x secretary!reader, modern au

tags: degradation, daddy kink, dirty talk, fingering, spanking, true form sukuna notes: minors dni, one sequel to "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘉𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘴𝘴" - you decided to not text your boss Sukuna wc: 1.3k

Sukuna was fuming with rage as he sat at his work desk, eyes glued on his door waiting for you to finally come in. He gave you his private number, a number no one got (since he mainly fucked women at work anyway) and you didn’t call him? Not even bother to sent a message? Did you even save his number? Sukuna's rage was a tempest, a storm swirling within him, threatening to burst forth and consume everything in its path. His fists clenched so tight that his knuckles turned bone-white, his jaw tensed, muscles coiling like springs ready to snap. Each breath he took felt like fire searing his lungs, fueling the inferno of his fury.

It wasn't just anger; it was a primal force, raw and unbridled. How could you crawl over to him like a slut and then just ghost him. After he left the bar he couldn’t even get his cock soft – it waited to be buried deep inside your cunt. Suddenly (and finally) his door opened and you walked into the room, your eyes staring at the floor.

“Good morning, sir”, you greeted him sheepishly.

“Lock the fucking door and come over here, now.”

Your boss didn’t even bother to hide his anger and you were smart enough not to question his mood. Without a word you walked over to his desk. His red eyes were burning holes into your skin.

“Why didn’t you text me? I told you to do that”, Sukuna stood up, his fingers tapping on his wooden desk as he moved closer to you.

“I don’t think that would have been appropriate, sir.”

As the words hit his ears, a surge of anger coursed through Sukuna's veins like a bolt of lightning. The sentence struck him with the force of a physical blow. His jaw clenched so tight it felt as though his teeth might shatter under the pressure. A torrent of emotions roiled within him, a turbulent sea of indignation and frustration threatening to engulf him entirely. How could you dare utter such words, he seethed inwardly, feeling his temper flare hotter with each passing moment. Every fiber of his being screamed for retribution, for a release of the pent-up rage festering within him. Yet, beneath the anger, there simmered a sense of hurt, a wounded pride that stoked the flames of his fury even higher.

“Inappropriate, huh?” Sukuna's heart pounded with an adrenaline-fueled rhythm as he pressed you against his workdesk, his palm firmly planted beside you, caging you in. The suddenness of his action caught you off guard, your eyes widening in surprise before a flicker of excitement danced within you. His gaze bore into yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, a silent declaration of desire. The scent of your perfume filled his senses, intoxicating him further as he leaned in.

“You know what’s inappropriate? All the times you went on break just to rub your little pussy after I praised you. The way you press your legs together in an attempt to not cum all over the place after I yell at colleagues who fuck up their work. You think I’m dumb, little one?”

Sukuna's lips grazed your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. The faintest touch of his lips against your skin ignited a fire within you, a wave of sensation coursing through your body like electricity. His kisses were rough and urgent, each one leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His grip tightened on your arm, a rough urgency in his movements as he spun you around, your back now pressed firmly against Sukuna’s chest. The suddenness of his action caused your breath to catch in your throat, your heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. His touch was possessive yet intoxicating, sending a jolt of desire coursing through your veins. With your back against him, you could feel the heat of his body, the strength of his embrace and his hard cock pressing against your ass.

“You need to be punished, baby, Was waiting for you the night to text me”, he whispered into your ears before taking a step back, “Bend over the desk, slut.”

As you leaned over your boss's desk, the air seemed to crackle with tension. Your movements were graceful, yet purposeful, the lines of your silhouette casting a spell of allure. With each subtle shift, the fabric of your blouse hugged your curves, your skirt rocking up, teasingly revealing hints of the allure beneath. Sukuna, momentarily captivated by the sight before him, struggled to maintain his composure and not just fuck you right there and then.

“You’ve been a bad girl”, all of sudden, without any kind of warning, his hand smacked down on your ass, earning a small squeal, “You a little cocktease, huh? Knew damn well how fucking soaked you got after our simple kiss and then you decided to not text me after?”

“I-I’m sorry, sir”, he whimpered as another blow hit your ass. Sukuna pulled your skirt down to the ground, exposing your behind. Now it would start to hurt.

“Sorry doesn’t fucking cut it, baby. I wanted to fill you up real good last night. I would have come over just to let you bounce on my cock. Beg for forgiveness, slut.”  And once again he smacked your ass.

“I’m sorry” Another blow. “Pl-please…Please forgive me, Mr. Sukuna.” Another blow. Your ass was turning red at this point. “I’m begging you pl–please…ahh.” That moan was everything Sukuna needed to hear – so needy and eager, he imagined you would love for him to manhandle you like this. Such a dirty whore.

You were a begging, trembling mess before him and he loved every inch of the view. Grinning he reached his hand out, his finger grazing over your thong covered slit. “Soaked through your panties already, baby? That’s all it got? Some dirty talk and spanking? Want daddy to help you out?”

Self-respect? Professionalism? Everything left your body as soon as he called himself daddy. “Yes, please help me out, daddy.”

“Now you’re a good girl.” Sukuna pulled your thong down and you groaned as you felt him use his finger to circle your clit. Seemed like daddy knew your body well, knew the pressure and the patterns that could turn you into a stuttering and groaning mess. When he dipped his fingers inside of you, you shifted slightly to make him go deeper. His fingers fucked you open so well, deepening his strokes to rub your g-spot and draw you closer to the edge. You felt yourself give in to him, becoming more wet as he continued touching your clit and pumping his fingers into your sloppy cunt as well.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. Can you hear it? How my fingers ram in and out of your slutty hole, huh? Clenching me so well, sucking me in. Tell daddy what you want, little one, tell me.”

“D–daddy…please, please fuck me”, Sukuna never stopped fingering your hole and restarted spanking your ass, “I need your cock, daddy, ahh– I’m begging you to fill me up.”

You heard Sukuna unzipping his pants, something warm now pushing against your entrance about to replace his fingers.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll call me your god.”

Maybe you were way too horny and desperate, losing touch with reality because suddenly you felt two hands grabbing your waist while two other hands wrapped around your body and cupped your tits. Sukuna rammed his cock into your pussy but you could feel something even thicker and bigger laying on your ass.

“You’re my favorite human, little one.”

#𓂃⊹ ִֶָ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #sukuna jjk #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you