Elle

hi anon!! yes I can i’ll make sure to link the first request here and now 🫣 tw:non-con, yandere, control and coercion

Telling him

“Stop- it hurts—” because even after prep you aren't able to accommodate him fully, but Yuji is so far gone although he's only 1/3rd inside, he cannot take it slow anymore so he just fully goes in with one thrust, hitting your cervix.

He goes absolutely feral and gives you no time to adjust before thrusting like a beast in heat. You're clinging onto him tightly cause the pain is way too much— crying and hiccuping due to it but he just kisses away your tears while there's no signs of him stopping to let to adjust.

For some reason, I'm actually surprised there's not a lot of Polar Bear!Gojo drabbles. Polar bear doesn't fit his character as much as let's say–snow leopard, but you'd think you'd see more. But I actually love hybrid Gojo of all kinds so please don't take this against me!! Also this is NSFW so minors DNI!!

Polar Bear!Gojo who, in his youth, was often mistaken for a Samoyed cub or anything else. The Gojo clan despised being seen as 'some common canine', so they devoted a lot of money and effort in training him into a big, bulking man.

Polar Bear!Gojo enrolling in Jujutsu Tech for the first time, who was shocked to see Parrot!Reader, thinking he was hallucinating. Having lived in a very isolated clan in the Arctic region, seeing a bird without a white feather coat was rare–so you could tell the moment he saw you during the uniform customisation he was drooling to take a bite.

Of course, he tried to take a bite–having been used to being spoon fed by the Gojo clan higher-ups exotic meats and flavours of all kinds, so is surprised when you hold your ground and lash out at him for trying to mess up your pride and joy–your wings.

Polar Bear!Gojo who often butted heads with you when you two were first years, often arguing with you–even if it was a bit odd for a predator hybrid to feel intimidated by a prey animal, often trying to assert dominance over you, the little parrot.

He'd often tease you about how you were so flimsy, having hollow bones and all, which often got under your skin. You'd snarkily retort back with the fact he looked like a big fat dog, and the arguments would just escalate. Black Bear!Geto would be having none of it and just restraining you.

Polar Bear!Gojo who realises how pretty you are when he sees you all whiny for Geto, mostly to beg him to cook (you couldn't cook to save your life), and decides that maybe he should have been courting you all this time instead of fighting you.

He tries to propose to you once, but gets laughed off by you and even his own friends since you're so used to fighting him. It breaks his heart–but he knows he dug himself into this horribly deep hole. From then on, he tries to act nicer to you–and, soon enough? You two finally manage to become friends; albeit, in his eyes, soon-to-be lovers.

Polar Bear!Gojo, who after you two turn legal age, decides to schedule one of his visits during mating season–and struggles to hold back when he sees you rutting against a pillow, desperately rubbing at your cunt.

He almost tears up when he hears you beg for his help; who wouldn't when they hear the love of their life finally admit that they need help from them? Especially since he was sure now that your little pussy would struggle around his cock, drooling slick as he thrusted in...

Polar Bear!Gojo deciding to edge you since it feels unfair to go in head-first–he better enjoy this if it's the only chance he gets–and happily keeps going until you're absolutely broken, only penetrating you after you're all boneless and pathetic.

It was cute, really. He'd spread your cunt open and spit in it, cooing to you about how "she's speaking to me", and giving your clit a few flicks after you beg to him to shut up. Polar Bear!Gojo would find it cute how your clit would throb every flick.

Polar Bear!Gojo who, after finally penetrating you, would headlock you so that you couldn't escape, thrusting into you with reckless abandon, your cunt stretching each time you took him to the base, eyes watering due to the big stretch.

You'd always be the one to cum early, whimpering into his forearms about how it was "too much", your eyes starting to roll back as he went harder and faster–maybe his training helped with more than defeating curses.

“fuuuuck your boyfriend can’t treat you right, can he?”

“hnnnng—s—satoru slow downnnn—.” you mewled into his expensive sheets, tears staining the covers while he relentlessly pounded into you, his massive cock bullying your poor pussy while you held onto his back, scratching down his torso while his pace quirked against yours.

in hindsight, you shouldn’t have been here. your good for nothing boyfriend was waiting for you at home, in your cute little apartment, probably blowing up your phone while you had your shit rocked by a man presumably two decades older than you were.

you loved him, sure, but guys your age just weren’t enough anymore. you needed someone who knew how to treat you right.

you could feel him stretching you open, the sickening squelch of your pussy trying to take all of him filling his expensive penthouse, your tear stained eyes trying to look over the city through the massive glass windows he had in his bedroom.

“such a sweet girl, you always this obedient around older men?” he whispered into your ears, moving your ankles past your ears while digging his nails into the plush fat of your thighs while he snapped his hips against yours.

“n—no..” you moaned, trying to hide your face in the pillows, while he thrust into you like you’d run away if he didn’t, every inch of your skin dressed in the prettiest bite marks, your soft whimpers and screams filling the room alongside the sinful smell of sex.

“a boy like that wouldn’t know what to do with a good girl like you even if he tried.” all you could was whimper in response, the nickname he purred into your ears going straight to your pussy, your slick dripping down your thighs while you clenched around his cock.

his voice sounded almost mocking, his blue eyes staring you down while he shifted his hands to your hips, his grip almost bruising while his pace didn’t slow.

“i—isn’t your son hck—in the next room—.”

“shh, if you stay quiet, we’ll be fine, baby.” he cooed while you were practically choking a sob because of him and his stupidly fat cock.

“he’s not gonna….hnnng like this, old man.”

he cocked his eyebrows at you, his pace moving to a slow languid thrust just so you could feel every inch of his cock, every vein and ridge while your walls clenched around him, his tip kissing the head of your cervix before he pulled out, only to snap his hips back again.

“old man? this old man is gonna breed you until you can’t walk, pretty.”

“hck—w-wait—.” you could see his eyes glint under the dull moonlight cast from his windows, his massive arms caging you, his pretty, flushed, leaking cock stretching you wiiiide open—

“gojo—please.”

“that’s sir to you.”

“s—sorry.”

“sorry, what, baby?”

“sir.”

“that wasn’t so hard, was it?” his hips were now rutting against yours frantically, his abs straining with every little movement, a sheen of sweat covering his sculpted body while he buried himself inside you.

“fuuuck s’ big toru.”

“i know, baby.”

you could feel your eyes roll back, your vision blurring while you chased your own high, and before you knew it, warm cum filled your insides, with gojo collapsing on top you, his entire body enveloping yours, your moans filling the expanse of his room while he kisses your forehead.

“so your boyfriend couldn’t handle all that, huh?”

“you are too old to be talking like that.” you grimaced, trying to roll his body off of yours.

“oh please, it’s not like you’re rushing to leave, pretty.” he grinned while you looked through your phone, that was until you noticed that your boyfriend had called you.

and satoru gojo, this slick son of a bitch had answered that call—you frantically ended it, internally making a note to never trust strange men on sites for hot dilfs in your area with your phone.

“satoru gojo. what the fuck did you do.”

“you should be a lot more careful trusting older men on the internet, pretty.”

and against your will, you could feel yourself rubbing your thighs together, while gojo managed to get himself out his bed to go make sure his son was fast asleep.

“oh, and the room’s soundproofed, wouldn’t wanna wake megumi, he gets cranky.”

“you—.”

“genius? oh, baby, tell me something i don’t know.”

annnnyways. tysm for the lovely @kalatiii & @suganoms for feeding my worms for this fic ily guys mmmmwah. @yoonsucks @yorikae @sugusplaything !! & @lynf1n1ty this one’s for YOU

dividers: @/pixopix .

₊˚ ⋅ mdni ; pervert bf 𝓰ojo offers you a massage 𐑂 . ݁˖

gojo’s offer for a massage was hardly innocent, you clocked that when he’d told you that you had to be completely naked. something you didn’t see as necessary but you really wanted a massage… so what the hell.

his fingers dig into all your knots, the pressure he's using perfect. your body relaxes more and more under him despite the fact you’re undressed. the more you relax, the more his hands travel lower and lower.

attentive in how he touches you, careful not to hurt you. still traveling further down your body until he’s grabbing at your ass. you grumble halfheartedly, “not my back, satoru.”

“i know what i’m doing, sweetie,” he replies coolly.

a gasp pulls from you when he pulls your cheeks apart, thumbs sliding down to part your pussy. soft groan leaving him at the sight. you’re dripping, all wet and gooey from him touching you so innocently.

"how about..." his thumb dips into your drooling hole, "...i massage your womb?"

"you're such a—" your words die in your throat because he's pulled his hands away only to rest his tip at your entrance. has he been naked the whole time too?

"biiiig stretch," you can hear the grin in his voice.

his cock splitting you open has your mouth parting with pitiful moans, you'd arch your back into him but he's leant down. pressing his entire body up against yours from above. you're immobile, only able to take his thick cock and whine about it.

gojo’s hands slip under your body to grope your tits, hips grinding against you. the tip of his cock doing as he said — massaging your womb. it feels so overwhelming, your body was already in bliss from his massage and now your cunt feels heavenly.

if after or during pregnancy, while he was comforting you, does he ever tried to u know *chu* ( • )( • )

Imagine he just tryna have a taste and you were down bad tryna push his head away, but his too strong compared to you:(((

Multiple times!! He'd constantly be groping your tits and has kissed and bit your swelled up tits many times!

Imagine trying to sleep and suddenly your shirt is being pulled up as he latches on to your tit? You're so tired but he's out here sucking on your tit shamelessly. It does feel relieving because your tits have been so sore and full. Like you're trynna push his head away but he has his hands wrapped around your back, pulling you tightly into his face as he swallows the milk.

Gojo is definitely not a Yandere father for sure though, as much as he loves his daughter, he is not listening to what she's saying.

Cause for him, you are his top priority, his darling. His daughter will never get his feelings for you, cause to her you're just a captive forced to live this life by Satoru, but to him, you're everything. Letting you go and forgetting you is basically like asking him to go die. He is not doing that.

He cherishes his daughter a lot, and truly means that, but she is not above you. There is no way he'd choose letting you go. Either way he's a dead man. One option is just him being considered dead by his daughter and the other is just actually becoming dead on the inside cause he cannot even bear the thought of living without you.

Satoru can always have another kid with you, but he cannot have another you.

That is the same thought process that resurfaced again at this moment though it was from many years ago, when the doctor made him overthink about your pregnancy. He was so ready to terminate the pregnancy was there any chance of something risky happening to you.

In short, he's basically saying his daughter is replaceable.

Yes it hurts him but he'd much rather experience this pain than the pain of losing you, cause this man needs you to breathe and live. You are not something he will ever let go, only literal death can separate him from you.

But that being said, looking at the bigger picture, it's ultimately up to the reader if given the choice, and normally anyone would choose to leave, but unfortunately, no. It's not that easy.

Satoru could literally set you free this instant and you wouldn't really be able to leave him because you've practically spent nearly two decades with this man, knowing him and him only. And it wasn't even like he still has you captive and locked in a room, no, he has given you full freedom to move as you like, you could've escaped when going grocery shopping on your own, or any other time but you didn't— you always returned to the house, back into his arms.

As fucked up as your relationship and mentality is, Satoru genuinely screwed you over in the past 17 years where a life without him feels unimaginable. If it was the initial two years— maybe you would've been fine, but it's been too long now. Living a life without Satoru feels weirder, unrealistic and mostly scary. You've become so accustomed to him. The thought of freedom should excite you, but it only causes you anxiety and feelings of dread.

LOL imagine she got pregnant in the process after the argument and they used that as an example of their love to our daughter uwu

“See this is a prove of our love! You too” voice trembling as you let your daughter feel the baby inside you🤯😳🥵

I wanted to insinuate that they do have another kid but it was lowkey irrelevant to the plot and couldn't find a way to squeeze that detail in.

But yeah, they have 2 kids, the other one is 7 years old, and unfortunately, the reader is a little closer to the second child than the first because she was used to this life being forced upon her by Satoru by the time she gave birth to the 2nd one. She cannot bring herself to say the same thing about the first kid cause she gets reminded of the way she felt back then.

The kids have a huge gap (9 year gap) because the first pregnancy traumatized the reader so much and Satoru realised that so he just gave her a lot of time to recover. He made sure she didn't end up pregnant any time soon, and avoided fucking her on ovulation days, surprisingly wore condoms. He'd only do it raw if there was absolutely no chance of her getting pregnant. (Like mainly during the luteal phase, he avoided raw sex until day 20 has passed).