delilah

cw: anal, slight pain but not mean gojo

gojo had always wanted to try it, he just had to wait for you of course. he asked every now and again, until you finally said yes.

"wait, really?" his bright eyes somehow light up even more at your words as he sits up, turning to look at you from where you lay on the end of his bed.

"i mean, we can try it. n-not if it hurts too much."

"oh my gosh, i can't believe it. c'mon, roll over." his hands reach over to your hips, flipping you onto your belly whilst simultaneously pulling down your pants and underwear. he wastes no time, using his fingers to prod at your hole.

"fuck, baby. you don't know how long i've been waiting to do this."

he stands for a moment, grabbing a bottle of lube from his bedside drawer, before leaning over you again, he pours some onto his fingers before gently working one into you. you whine, clenching softly.

"nuh uh, none of that. that's only gonna make it hurt more, 'kay?"

you nod, trying to adjust to the weird feeling of his fingers inside you in a way they've never been before.

"words, baby, use 'em."

"o-okay."

"good girl."

he works one long finger inside you before slowly pushing another in, his eyes on your face, watching to make sure he's not pushing you too far too quickly. you whine softly and buck your hips a little, wanting for more, yet still a little fearful of what's to come.

after inserting and getting you used to three fingers, gojo finally reaches for his belt. he gives his cock a few tugs as he straddles you.

"we're gonna go nice and slow, alright? if it hurts too much, you tell me."

"uh huh."

he takes a deep breath in synchronisation with you as he positions himself, before finally pushing in. he stops at the tip, cursing softly at the tightness of your ass.

"fuck. you okay sweetheart?"

"yeah."

"okay, a little more."

he continues to push in slowly until almost half his cock is in. suddenly, the stretch becomes too painful, and your hands shoot out to push at his hips.

"woah woah, it's okay." he pulls back until you relax again, his voice soft as he shushes you. "you have to trust me, okay?"

he says this as his hands gently grab your wrists, pinning them to your back. you cry out a small protest, but he shushes you again.

"shhh, come on baby. you have to trust me. can you do that?"

"b-but, it hurts-"

"i promise i won't hurt you again. i promise, okay?"

"i-i, okay."

he holds you hands firm to your back as he works the tip of his thick, veiny cock in and out of you slowly. he holds back his desperate need to ravage you, instead savoring how tightly you clench onto him, and how much faith you have in him. part of him wants to be mean and fuck you until you cry, but he knows that now is not the time.

"you feel good down there?"

"y-yes, ahh, yes."

"yes what, babygirl, don't be lazy."

"yes daddy."

"good girl, such a good girl. you're being so brave, you know that? letting me do this with you. i'm so proud." he chuckles as he feels you tighten around him. he reaches a hand down to your pussy and begins to rub circles on your clit. his action makes you cry out, your back arching into his touch.

"mmh, you like that, huh? you like daddy's cock in your ass? where it doesn't belong?"

"y-yess, ngh, yes i do, ahhh-"

"fuck. you're such a dirty little girl, aren't you? you'd do whatever i say."

"yes, yes i will."

"you will? alright then sweetheart, cum, cum with my cock in your tight fucking ass."

you let out a string of moans and whimpers as he continues to rub harsh, firm circles against you whilst his cock continues to fill you. your eyes roll back in pleasure, unable to contain yourself as your orgasm approaches. as you get closer, gojo pushes in slightly more, forcing you to take as much of him as you can until finally, you crash, cumming hard and squirming and clamping onto his cock.

"f-fuck, baby-" he cums as well, not bothering to pull out as his warm cum fills you up. he collapses on top of you, laying there until you both come down.

"damn, you're tight as hell down there."

"t-that, that didn't hurt as much as i thought it would." you say in a dazed state, which makes gojo chuckle.

his cock has downright stopped working because every time he looks at photos of you, he just is filled with overwhelming dread and sadness.

he can’t look at himself in a mirror because he just feels like the shitty guy you told him he was. he knows you’re right, and so he tries to pretend to be someone else.

seeing you hanging around with sukuna almost makes him want to cry. he knows that sukuna is no good for you, that he’s only interested in your body, but he knows that he can’t get through to you anymore. it breaks his heart that you’re spending time with another asshole who doesn’t even take the time to know you.

he stops doing his homework because there’s no you to motivate him anymore. not being able to explain complex problems to you like you’re some idiot means he doesn’t care to do anything. he stops raising his hand in class because if he can’t show off for you, what’s the point?

it’s not like other girls have completely avoided him. when they found out you two separated, at least three stepped in. but gojo doesn’t find joy in talking to them anymore. no one is as smart or funny as you, nor as sweet.

if only you could see past his flaws. if only you could see that sukuna was no better for you.

He didn't do it.

The cops very clearly planted evidence on him because they had to make an arrest because all eyes were on them and whoever actually did the deed was making them look stupid.

Why would the real killer hero have kept the weapon on his person and traveled two states over while carrying it and a manifesto in his bag, conveniently turning the crime into a federal matter? The same guy whose bag they found in a park, filled with monopoly money? Why did the police turn off their bodycams, take Luigi's stuff, drive a block away, turn their bodycams back on, go back into the restaurant, and then arrest him?

so when you've done well on a test or completed all your work, he tells you to sit on his lap and spread your legs. one of his hands holds you wrists while the other slowly teases your pussy, before finally indulging you with a finger.

his hands are large and his fingers long, and so as an educated man, he somehow fits into all the right places, allowing you to roll your eyes back and lean your head on his shoulder as he does the work. he smirks when you whine and moan, still embarrassed enough to want to hide your sounds, but needy enough that you don't.

lowkey wanna turn this into a full oneshot

if he heard one more twelve year old’s squeaky voice whispering to one another, saying he’s ‘got a crush on the school nurse’ he swears he’s gonna write up the whole grade.

god, it’s even worse when one of the eighth grade girls come up to him when he’s on lunch duty.

“mr., mr. ! did you know the nurse mentioned she likes tall guys when i went into her room for a tylenol !”

“what does that have to do with me ?” he grumbles, scrunching his face while the girl and her friend stare up at him.

“well everyone knows you like like her—”

“GO SIT DOWN!”

he swears the whole lunchroom conveniently goes quiet when he yells that as the girls squirm away back to their tables and start whispering around gossip.

jjk mens favourite place to kiss you

sukuna . . . the soft & sensitive dip where your neck meets your shoulder. he has a habit of stalking up behind you when you’re distracted—cooking, reading, or working—and wrapping his massive arms around your waist to anchor you against his chest. he’ll bury his face in your hair first, letting out a deep, rumbling sigh that vibrates right against your spine, before planting heavy, lingering kisses along your collarbone. it’s a slow display of complete affection, a reminder that out of everything in his world, this quiet space with you is the only place he actually wants to be

gojo . . . the very tip of your nose or right between your eyebrows. because of his ridiculous height, he absolutely loves looming over you just to make you look up. he’ll slide his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, give you a bright grin, and lean in to press an exaggeratedly loud kiss right on your face. if you try to swat him away or complain about him ruining your focus, it only encourages him; he’ll just laugh, cup your face in his large hands, and shower your cheeks with quick, bubbly kisses until you’re completely giggling and giving up on whatever you were doing.

toji . . . the crown of your head or your temple. affection with him is always grounded, and deeply comforting, usually happening at the very end of an exhausting day. he’ll sit on the couch and pull you straight into his lap, burying his face into the side of your head while his large arms lock securely around your middle. he doesn't say much, but the way he rests his chin on your hair and leaves soft, slow kisses against your temple speaks volumes. it’s his way of unwinding, letting go of his usual guarded demeanor, and finding a moment of absolute peace with you and only you!

nanami . . . the inside of your wrist or the palm of your hand. his style of romance is incredibly classic, deliberate, and respectful. when the two of you are sitting together after dinner, winding down from a long day, he’ll quietly reach over and take your hand in his. his thumb will trace the back of your knuckles for a moment before he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss right against your pulse point. it’s a deeply grounding gesture that feels incredibly intimate, because he dosen't need grand actions to show his love for you.

geto . . . the corner of your mouth or along your jawline. he is extremely attentive and tender, always making sure to fully connect with you before he even leans in. he’ll gently slide his fingers through your hair, tucking a stray strand behind your ear while looking down at you with a soft, adoring smile. his kisses are always slow and warm, lingering right at the edge of your lips as if he's trying to memorize the exact feeling of the moment. it carries a beautiful & quite intensity that instantly makes you feel like the center of his entire universe.

higuruma . . . your forehead or the space right beside your eye. because his mind is constantly running a mile a minute with legal cases and heavy thoughts, being with you is his only true escape. he’ll come home, loosen his tie with a weary sigh, and immediately seek you out. he likes to cup your face gently, closing his eyes as he presses a long, deeply affectionate kiss to your forehead. it feels incredibly reverent—like a silent thank you for being his calm in the storm, a safe harbor where he can finally turn off his brain and just exist in your warmth.

That doesn't stop him from knocking on your door while baby screams herself dry at 2am. He can block the noise easily, wouldn't be where he is if he couldn't, but he knows your upstairs neighbor will submit a complaint.

"Ah, sorry for keeping you awake simo–" you mumble, tired when you answer the door. Bags under your eyes, formula on your shirt.

"No. You go sit down. Where is she?" Ghost huffs, squeezing past you through the door. Despite the question, he's already bee-lining to your room, where baby's crying carries through the entire apartment.

"I don't know what's wrong. She's not hungry, not gassy. Won't cuddle, won't suck her paci–" you trail off, dazedly watching simon gently cradle your little girl in his arms and have her settled in mere minutes. "...what."

Your baby, who's made it her life's mission to scream nearly every night, is curling chubby fingers into ghosts hoodie and humming all happy.

"Just needed my jacket, I think. Picky girl," ghost hums fondly, tucking her whole tiny body into one arm. With the other, he steers you towards your bed. "You need to sleep. I'll get her handled, okay?"

Anyone else would say that you're crazy for letting a man you aren't dating or married to be alone in your apartment with your kid. To which you would tell them about how he pulled you out of your darkest moments while trying to parent alone. How he never judges you. How he wants nothing but the best for your little girl.

So you nod, yawn and settle down. "Okay...thank you, simon."

“s’too much sweetheart— h-hah..” you’ve been overstimulating him for the past 30 minutes, your right hand covered in your husbands slick. he’s laying in between your legs, head resting in the crook of your neck as his hands latch firmly onto your plump thighs.

he had come home from work clearly frustrated with whatever went on inside his workplace, you just wanted to give him somethin’ to cool off after a hard day at work! “nuh uh.. s’not enough, you’re being soo good for me kennnn.” your free hand threads fingers through his silky hair as your sultry voice throws him for a loop. he truly underestimated how filthy his little wife was.

he’s planting delicate kisses on your neck while he’s huffing out shallow breaths, you continue to jerk his lengthy cock, milking whatever he has left inside of him. “f-fuck nngh m’gonna cum again- mmf,” he’s moaning out — pleading even, you’ve put a hand tightly over his mouth, silencing his loud moans. “yeah? you’re being so loudd.. heh- c’mon give it to me kentoo” you giggle, fisting his cock while his leaky tip oozes out beads of pre-cum.

his hands are gripping your thighs while he bucks his hips into your hand, chasing his orgasm. the room is filled with obscene noises and muffled moans, you move your hand from his mouth upwards to his eyes, blinding him. “mmngh- please p-please yeah.. d-don’t stop shiiit!” he groans, tilting his head back as the coil deep in his stomach unwravels.

your hand is jerking him up n down, squeezing him tightly. his cum is pouring out, dripping all over your hand as you focus your strokes onto his sensitive tip. “o. . . oh fuuuuck fuck fuck hnghh ah!” he whines while his cum flows out his slit in large spurts. he’s made a mess all throughout your hand, cum dripping down to his balls.

“feel better big boy..?” you giggle, removing both your hands from his body causing him to wince out of overstimulation. “hah.. almost killed me y’know” he glares at your smitten facial expressions, you roll your eyes before landing a big kiss onto his parched lips. “whateverrr, you liked it!” you reply, only thing on your mind is the next time you’ll be able to help your husband ‘cool off after work’

who knows.. maybe this will become a little routine you guys have

it was risky, you knew, but something about him just enthralled you. sitting at the other end of the bar on a saturday night, you spotted a big brute of a man dwarfing a glass of amber liquid. with a mask pulled up onto his crooked nose, it exposed the scarred skin of his chin and jaw, and chapped, rough lips. something about the way his dark eyes scanned the room made your thighs quiver and your belly ache.

simon didn't look your way to know your eyes were on him, burning into the skin of his lower face and thick neck that bobbed with every sip of alcohol. you were a curious little bunny that couldn't help but be captivated by his wolfish appearance, and it was going to get you bitten.

you were sad when the man didn't look your way. he appeared alone and refused to pay mind to anyone except the bartender. you wondered how long he'd linger as the bar started emptying old customers and flooding with new ones. the population never staggered, and in fact, only increased with happy hour. how long was the man going to sit in that very seat?

it was hard for him not to look your way, the knowledge that your attention kept returning to him gnawing at his brain until he couldn't help a glance when he was sure your gaze was fixed elsewhere. god, you were so pretty and completely oblivious to the fact he'd been shadowing you for months, but he'd caught your attention now. how long was it going to take for you to bite?

you weren't sure how much time had passed, but the man downed his drink, left a large bill on the bar, got up and left without a word. this was your charge. mirroring his actions with your own, smaller bill, you left with a fleeting glance to the patrons around you. you didn't dare risk losing sight of your newfound interest, but he wasn't hard to lose.

simon heard you stumble out the door behind him. you were clumsy, didn't bother hiding the loud clacks of your heels against the pavement, but he didn't give away that he knew. he played along, had to make sure his prey felt in control when in reality, he was the one twisting you like the puppet you were. he tugged on his helmet, flung a leg over his sports bike and turned it on. the question was, did he want to lose you, or give you what you wanted?

seeing him wrap his thick thighs around the gas tank only caused the throb in your pussy to intensify, his sharp, dark eyes that lured you in hidden behind the visor. you went to your own car, turning it on in time just as he pulled out of the parking lot. naturally, you followed, keeping what you thought was a non suspicious amount of distance between him and you.

but simon noticed. he had a keen eye when it came to you, and he laughed underneath his helmet that his little rabbit was the one chasing him, not the other way around. regardless, he led you through winding streets and back roads until he can to a stop in front of an isolated cabin. if his bunny had any brain, you'd have realized he led you to the middle of nowhere.

but when you were tunnel visioned on the object of your desire, you lost sight of everything else. you wanted him, or at least to watch him to see what he got up to. an interesting looking man had to have a life that reflected that, right? you parked your car just down the street when you noticed he took a turn into a driveway far between others.

he swiftly turned off the bike, leaving his helmet on for protection—thats what he told himself, but little old you couldn't harm him if you tried. you were a little bunny compared to him. he hid around the side of his house, near one of the big windows that would tempt you to look inside. he was grateful he had remote control lights.

you crept with what felt like light feet, noticing the lights had been switched on. now where was he? you snuck up to that same window he knew you would peer into, standing on your tiptoes and hands curling around the windowsill for one peek.

but a scream fell silent on your lips when a hand tugged your waist into a hard, warm chest with another on your mouth. heavy breaths moved against your back with a shocking hardness pressed to your ass.

shaking your head no to stop yourself from whimpering at the weight of his forearm wrapped possessively around your waist while drunk frat bros passed you by, chatting about stupid shit and gawking at sorority girls and totally clueless to the way you were getting ruthlessly stretched out around your situationship's thick cock.

"y-you wish," you quietly insisted, biting down on the bottom of your lip just for him to laugh at you, your skirt flipped up as your lace thong started to chaff against the inside of your thigh.

"i do," he hummed, his teeth grazing against the inside of your throat. "want them to know who's fucking you like this."

"no thanks," you huffed at him, trying your hardest to keep a straight face when he was intent to keep you squirming on his lap. no one else needed to know what you shared. which you were sure should just be sex. no matter what either of you said in the heat of the moment. "m'not yours."

bully!gojo who spanks you increasingly as you get closer, enjoying how it makes you clench around him.

bully!gojo who begs you to try a shock collar, because he just wants you to be his “adorable little pet” for the day.

bully!gojo who grunts and spits at you when he hatefucks you, knowing you well enough to make you shut up and just take it.

bully!gojo whose genuinely cannot think about you without getting hard, his cock straining against his pants, leaving a large dent.

bully!gojo who forces you to deal with it, shoving you to your knees and pinching your nose shut until you let him in.

bf!toji who acts like nothing bothers him, but he secretly notices every little change in your mood. he knows exactly how sensitive you are and treats your feelings like something fragile, even if he tries to act casual about it.

bf!toji is the type to drop his tough guy act the second your bottom lip starts shaking. if you two are watching a sad movie and a pet dies, or if you just had a terrible day and drop your cup on the floor—he's right there. he won't tease you. he’ll just pull you against his chest, let you ruin his shirt with your tears, and rub your back until you stop crying. he genuinely hates seeing you sad.

bf!toji who is completely caught off guard the first time it happens. you’re sitting on his lap, wrapped around him, completely lost in the moment. one of his big, rough hand is holding your hips, keeping you close, while he kisses your neck and slowly moves his thick digits inside your pussy, finding a rhythm that takes your breath away.

bf!toji stops completely the second he hears a small, shaky sniffle. he goes totally stiff under you. he stops moving his fingers and pulls back from your neck, his dark eyes wide and worried as he holds your face. seeing tears running down your cheeks scares him a little.

"hey... look at me. what's wrong? did i hurt you?" his voice is rough and actually panicked. "tell me, do you want me to stop?"

bf!toji watches you whine softly because he stopped. you shake your head, hiding your face in his shoulder and crying out the truth: "n-no, don't stop... it just—it feels too good, ji. i can't help it."

bf!toji freezes, taking in what you just said. hearing that you aren't crying from pain, but because he is making you feel that good? a switch flips in his brain and the panic disappears, replaced by a huge rush of excitement.

You knew it was bad when his method of warning you was text you received after he was already out the door. John isn't the kind of man to run from his problems. Strategically create distance? Sure. But to refuse to look you in the eye over a request to talk?

It didn't feel good.

You spent the whole day on autopilot, terrified. What the hell could he need to talk to you about? John isn't the man to cheat, you're sure of it. But...did you upset him? Is it bad news?

When john comes home, he looks terrified. Brings you to the bedroom, reaches for a box you didn't know was in the closet, and....pulls out...a...stuffed bear?

"John? What's this about?" You ask, carefully watching your husband. The bear looks like any other, except for the matting of its fluff and lumpy shape, worn down by years of holding. "Is that yours?"

John, your sweet handsome john, he looks near tears when he whispers "he's mine. I...i sleep with him every night. He...helps...me."

You nod, try to avoid any facial expression because you know this is sensitive for him. His body braced, you smile softly "okay. Does he have a name?"

"What?" John genuinely gasps, shallow and breathy like he nearly escaped death. "Yer...yer fine with it?"

"Yes, I'm fine with it. He can stay on the bed or wherever you want him, john." You gently reach out, and when price doesn't pull away you gently pet the bears fur "we can make room for him, yeah?"

cw: use of the word 'daddy', dacryphilia

he wants to feel bad, he really does, but the way those salty tears pile in your eyes and spill down your soft face just makes him wanna make you cry even harder. he's decided its a little bit better he makes you cry from pleasure as opposed to pain.

his favorite position is missionary where he can see you face as he pushes your thighs to your chest, making sure he can hit nice and deep. he's often too engrossed in how your pussy swallows his cock to notice when it starts.

"oh no, you cryin'?" he snickers softly when he sees the wetness of your face and the big pout you wear. you shake your head but its no use, he's already reaching out to brush your hair out of your face so he can get a better look.

"aww, my big baby. can't handle daddy's cock, can't ya?" he teases. he knows just how much you hate it when he babies you, especially because its hard for you to pretend you don't like it. you shake your head, eyes clamped shut in an attempt to stop the tears.

"i, i can, i can handle it."

"hm, are you sure? maybe i should give you a break." he pulls out until only his wet tip is left inside you, leaving you to whine even more. the empty feeling almost hurts and there's nothing you want more than gojo's cock to fill you up, to take you over the edge like it has so many times before.

"p-please, i'll be good, i p-promise." you whimper, eyes looking up at him desperately. he looks down at you intensely, a small smirk growing on his face as he shakes his head is mock consideration.

"alright, i guess you deserve it." he says, pushing your legs to your chest firmly before returning to his relentless pace, shoving his dick in and out of you as you whine and grasp onto him. you reach out your hands to grab onto his shoulders, no longer able to think about the tears falling down your face, you cry freely.

gojo leans down and kisses your cheek, whispering in your ear whilst the sounds of his cock in you fill the room.

"that's it, let me, ngh, let me make it all better, yeah? you can cry honey, you can cry, daddy's gonna make you feel sooooo good. you wanna cum? yeah? okay, that's it, just keep taking it, good girl. gorgeous fucking girl you are."