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finally birthing male manipulator satoru with girl failure reader wwww

gojo satoru was used to getting what he wanted.

and he wanted you.

not in some deep, profound way—god, no. not at first. it started as a game. a challenge. a passing amusement that piqued his interest one random thursday morning when you stammered out an apology after bumping into his desk, cheeks flushed, eyes wide. he watched you trip over your own words, clutch your pen like a lifeline, and tuck your legs up onto the chair like you could shrink out of existence if you tried hard enough.

prime target. textbook girlfailure behavior. he could spot it from a mile away.

this was supposed to be easy.

he’d start small. nothing too intense. just a little white knight routine—softboy edition. give you just enough attention to get you spinning. love-bomb in casual doses. trauma-dump-lite over late-night fries. maybe let his voice go quiet and vulnerable one evening and say, “you remind me of someone i cared about.” glance away, bite his lip, look just the right amount of broken. play the victim just enough to make you feel like you had to fix him.

he’d make you think he saw you. that he understood you.

except you, with your messy hair and oversized hoodie sleeves pulled over twitchy fingers, dodged every single one of his perfectly curated attempts like your avoidant attachment style was running military-grade defense protocols.

“you okay, sweetheart?” he asked one afternoon, leaning a little too close to your desk, silver hair slightly tousled, reading glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, his voice low and silky. lips curved into a smile that’d made stronger girls fold. “you looked a little sad today. i worry about you sometimes.”

you blinked up at him, lashes fluttering like you couldn’t believe he was talking to you. your throat worked around a half-swallowed gulp. then your face shifted. shutters slammed down. you forced a grin, lopsided and sharp around the edges.

“yeah, i’m just like this. it’s seasonal depression, but, y’know… year-round. i’m fine.”

you said it so matter-of-factly. like he was asking about the weather.

satoru froze, his hand briefly twitching near his glasses as he pushed them up slowly, searching for meaning in a world that had suddenly gone sideways.

what the actual hell.

okay. maybe you needed more.

he started sitting next to you in class. always coincidentally. elbows brushing, knees knocking. his thigh warm where it grazed yours. he sent you memes at 1:37 a.m. with captions like “us fr?” and “ur literally me,” despite you barely replying to half of them. he offered his jacket when the AC kicked on and watched the way you hesitated, blushed, and then said, “i run on spite, not warmth.”

and then, the pièce de résistance:

“i just feel like… you’re different,” he said one evening outside the library. the campus was quiet, sky the kind of inky navy that made everything feel more cinematic. he stood with hands stuffed into his hoodie pocket, a calculated slouch, glasses slightly askew, hair falling across his forehead. his voice dipped low, coaxing. “everyone else is so fake. but you? you’re real. you’ve got this… broken, beautiful thing going on.”

you tilted your head. stared. then squinted at him like he was a suspiciously priced antique. “did you get that line off tiktok?”

he flinched.

bro.

he ran a hand through his hair. a slow, dramatic drag of fingers. girls walking by giggled. he didn’t look up. he was malfunctioning.

he was trying. actually trying. not just running a script. not just playing games. he was pulling every page from the softboy manipulator playbook and rewriting it with style. the gaslight-gatekeep-girlboss starter pack, optimized for 2025.

and still. you met his carefully calculated charm with self-deprecating jokes, sarcasm, and the kind of deadpan delivery that made him question if he was losing it.

“you should save that line for someone without warranty issues,” you said, staring at him with a crooked little smile. “i come pre-broken.”

he left that encounter walking in slow motion, hoodie sleeves dragged over his hands, mouth set in a pout. if a sad indie movie montage started playing around him, he wouldn’t have questioned it.

here’s the thing, though: you liked him.

it was obvious.

he saw it in the way your gaze flickered to his mouth when he talked. the way your fingers curled tight around your notebook when he leaned in too close. the way your breath hitched just slightly when he used your name in a sentence. you were down bad.

but you were also your own worst enemy.

years of romantic misfires and silent yearning had turned you into a master of avoidance. you would rather make a joke about your emotional damage than let someone touch your heart. rather ghost your feelings than face them.

and it was frying his entire nervous system.

one night, 2:14 a.m., satoru lay on his bed staring at your latest post: a blurry picture of your cat with the caption “me.” it had two likes.

he stared at it longer than any man should. took a screenshot. set it as his lock screen for five minutes. unironically laughed.

then groaned and stuffed his face into his pillow.

“no,” he muttered. “no. she’s the one who canceled our group study session with ‘sorry i’m busy disappointing my ancestors.’”

and yet.

he kept thinking about the way your voice dropped to a whisper when you didn’t think anyone was listening. the way you fiddled with your sleeves when you were nervous. how you always sat at the edge of a group like you weren’t sure you belonged there.

you never clung to him. never fed into his savior complex. never let him be the one who "fixed" you.

and for some reason, that made him want to try harder.

not because it was a game anymore. because… well. because you were infuriating. weird. unpredictable. not like the others. god, maybe you were even kind of funny.

whatever. it wasn’t that deep.

gojo satoru: male manipulator dodged by the one girl who wanted him back… just enough to sabotage it.

and now he’s the one thinking way too hard about someone who won’t even sit next to him two days in a row.

he doesn’t like you.

he just… finds you interesting.

that’s all.

shut up.

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these HI pics have me SICK to my stomach please i can’t take it 😭😭 they were just KIDS.

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Are you still continuing making the kk men as dads of teenage girls series?

yess i am!! my reqs are open too <3

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JJK Men as the Dads of Teenage Girls

Including: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Choso, Sukuna

Content: Crack, Profanity, The Mom in Nanami's SMAU is Desi, Not Proofread

Episode 8: Where they discuss what they got their wives with their daughters.

Find more here!

A/N: I'm the wife btw (my birthday is in 3 days anyways).

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JJK Men as the Dads of Teenage Girls

Including: Choso, Toji, Sukuna

Content: Angst, Profanity, Not Proofread

Episode 13:2: Where they apologise to their daughters after talking to their wives.

Continuation of Episode 12

Find more here!

A/N: These are from the mom/wife's POV.

Choso's Version

Toji's Version

Sukuna's Version

See: Prev -> Gojo, Geto Nanami

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JJK Men as the Dads of Teenage Girls

Including: Gojo, Geto, Nanami

Content: Angst, Profanity, Not Proofread

Episode 13:1: Where they apologise to their daughters after talking to their wives.

Continuation of Episode 12

Find more here!

A/N: These are from the mom/wife's POV.

Gojo's Version

Geto's Version

Nanami's Version

See: Next -> Choso, Toji, Sukuna

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JJK Men as the Dads of Teenage Girls

Including: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Choso, Sukuna

Content: Angst, Profanity, Not Proofread

Episode 12: Where their daughters get in trouble and they say something hurtful.

Find more here!

[Reqs Open!!]

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JJK Men as the Dads of Teenage Girls

Including: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Choso, Sukuna

Content: Crack, Profanity, Not Proofread

Episode 11: Where they get caught cozying up to the pets they didn't want.

Part 2 of this

Find more here!

[Reqs Open!!]

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JJK Men as the Dads of Teenage Girls

Including: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Choso, Sukuna

Content: Crack, Profanity, Not Proofread

Episode 6: Where their daughters find a pet.

Find more here!

[Reqs open!!]

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JJK Men as the Dads of Teenage Girls

Including: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Choso, Sukuna

Content: Crack, Profanity, Not Proofread

Episode 5: Where their daughters ask them to hang out.

Find more here!

[Reqs open!!]

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ღ imagine satoru getting a girl pregnant after a one night stand. the girl, neither wanting anything to do with the child nor wanting satoru to know about her, gives her up for adoption as soon as she's born.

ღ imagine satoru finding out about his daughter five years later, while his child's mother is on her deathbed, inflicted with pain from a terminal disease. she takes her last breaths with relief in her chest as she comes clean.

ღ imagine satoru is now frantically searching for his daughter, his flesh and blood, only to find out that she's been adopted by you, a person living peacefully in a small town after giving up on the idea of love you once had, now focusing solely on motherhood.

ღ imagine satoru goes to your small town, your home, only to be met with your persistence with letting him meet his— and now also your— daughter.

ღ imagine satoru holding his ground and not leaving the town until he's met his daughter, trying to prove himself a worthy parent to you, making your concerns of losing your daughter greater by the day.

ღ imagine satoru finally getting ahold of speaking to the five year old girl with the same big blue eyes and white hair, who seems to be a little too excited to see another person with the same hair colour.

ღ imagine satoru watching the little girl— his little girl— eyeing sweets with such eagerness it only reminds him of one person: himself.

ღ imagine satoru getting closer to you while trying to get to know his daughter, the person who raised his blood.

ღ imagine satoru finally making you realise he isn't as bad as you thought he was, nor is he trying to impose custody or take her away from you.

ღ imagine satoru actually being a very endearing person, someone you keep staring at as he blends perfectly into you and your daughter's life, someone that makes your daughter smile and someone that makes her eyes light up.

ღ imagine satoru making you feel like love is, in fact, worth giving another chance to.

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SHELVES ᥫ᭡

Keywords: Fluff (f), Smut (s), Angst (a), Fics (♣), Headcanons (♠), SMAU (✤)

Satoru's Shelf ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Lessons in Love (f) -> Satoru x Megumi's Tutor ♣

Satoru in a Romance Book ♠

Love Thorns All Over This Rose (f, a, s) -> Tutor x Jock ♣

Jealous Jealous Jealous Boy (f) -> Arranged Engagement ♣

Truth, Dare, Spin Bottles (f) -> Athlete x Writer ✤

Single Parent (f) ♠

Suguru's Shelf ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Fake Dating (f) ♠

Suguru in a Romance Book ♠

Neighbour!Suguru -> i. ii. (f) ♠

FwB!Suguru (s) ✤

Kento's Shelf ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Arrange Marriage (f, s) ♠

Kento in a Romance Book ♠

Dad's Best Friend!Kento (a) ♠

Turning Kento's House Into a Home (f) ♠

Every Corner of This House is Haunted (a) -> Marriage in Crisis ♣ ✤ [Masterlist]

Kento x Baker!Reader (f) ♣

Choso's Shelf ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

He Might Not Look Like He Gets Bitches (s) -> Taking Choso's Virginity ♣

Choso in a Romance Book ♠

Everything Has Changed (a) (s) -> Ex Bsf ✤ ♣

Pervy BF!Choso (s) ♠

Toji's Shelf ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Toji in a Romance Book ♠

OF Model!Toji (s) ♠

It's Two-Faced, It's Too Late (f) -> Athlete x Hacker ✤ ♣

Sukuna's Shelf ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Sukuna in a Romance Book ♠

Strip Club Owner!Sukuna (s) ♠

Sukuna as a Girl Dad (f) ♠

Takuma's Shelf ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Rivals to Lovers (f, a) ♠

Takuma in a Romance Book ♠

General Shelf ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Types of Dates (f) ♠

Squirting Competition with SaShiSu (s) ♠

JJK Men in Romance Books Masterlist ♠

Tinder Prank Scenario (f) ♠

Actor AU ♠

Slumber Party -> ShokoHime (s) ♣

JJK Men as the Dads of Teenage Girls ✤ [Masterlist]

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RULEBOOK ᥫ᭡

Minors Do Not Interact -> this blog contains explicit content. I don't have the time to check every blog that interacts with my posts, so please be cautious about this. This is not a spoiler free blog. I am a very slow writer and a full time student, so I'm sorry if I don't update my fics on time.

「 ✦ What I Write: ✦ 」

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Genre: crack, fluff, smut, angst

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Characters I will not write for: Mahito, Kenjaku, any minor character.

Kinks I will not write for: !ncest, p3dophilia, noncon, any form of extreme bodily fluids like p!ss or sc@t, large age gaps of characters younger than 25, or any extreme dark content.

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What's the funniest moment in AOT?

"Porco cutting Pieck's entire wrist off while trying to break the handcuffs" wrong

"One of the titans falling down the hills during the rumbling" wrong

"I'm the armoured titan and he's the-" lmaooo

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ijichi was right there.

did gojo satoru care? no.

his mouth had latched on to your clit loudly, with fervour, mouth smacking, slurping, jaw moving back and forth harshly as he suckled on your swollen, puffy nub like his life depended on it. it almost felt like he wanted the assistant manager to hear, like he wanted to claim you through having your pussy sing for him.

chest heaving, you were biting hard into your rolled up dress to muffle your cries, embarrassment and shame as high as your arousal that the chaffeur might be listening in.

toru's pruned fingers pumped into your heat, gummy walls contracting around him, dragging along his knuckles so deliciously tight. slick thighs, squelches in the air, the movement of the car bumping your up into his face even more— god, he could never get enough.

the leather underneath your ass was sticky, juices having pooled underneath your skin, satoru's spit, your cum, your pussy's drool.

he let up from your clit with a loud smack, his nose burying in between your slick folds to inhale deeply, tongue probing at where his fingers still fucked into you.

"you're soooo wet for me, baby," his voice vibrated against your quivering cunt, "you like that the old guy's listening in, hn?"

it was his words, you told yourself, that had your thighs squeeze around his head, try to muffle a moan by pressing your hand against your mouth.

"ah, ah, don't be shy now. let him hear you," a pathetic whine climbed up your throat, uncontrollably, "you think he gets any, baby? i bet he won't be able to sleep later tonight, not without thinking about how pretty you sound, moaning for toru, hm?"

he kissed your clit, and his fingers pressed into the spot within you that had your legs twitch in his arms with ease, "c'mon baby, put on a show for him. give him fantasies to think about, yeah, just like that, attagirl, sooo good, baby, you're being so good."

heat climbed up your neck, tears clinging at your lashline from the force that toru's mouth found back to your clit. the thought that ijichi's cock would be straining in his tailoured pants, pristine as always as he tried to fight the filthy thoughts, while your boyfriend brought you to the brink with his mewls and groans, tongue heavy against your creamed pussy, burned in your spine, pooled low in your abdomen.

"like this, baby, cum for me, won't you? show the old man how fucking good this pussy sounds, how pretty, sooo responsive for toru."

back arching, tears running, thighs shaking, his tongue lapping it all up — oh, satoru really did not care who was on the other side of that dimmed glass.