Notebook Doots

THE ONLY ONE — diluc ragnvindr.

ABOUT : upon returning to your ex-boyfriend’s dorm to pick up some of your belongings while he’s out, you stumble into his brother’s room to find a secret stash of his recordings of you.

WARNINGS : [ nsft content ; minors dni ] sub fem reader, name calling, misogyny, light marking, non-consensual filming, breeding, possessiveness, male m*sturbation, getting caught, degradation, praise, oral (receiving), dumbification, fingering, mating press, implied squirting, choking, c3rvix kissing.

“whore.” diluc muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes at the sight of you sat on your boyfriend’s (his brother’s) lap.

the pink, uniformed pleats of your miniskirt splayed out as you straddled him, making out with kaeya as if you were alone in his room. his hands audaciously groped your breasts, lips connecting to the sweet spot on your neck. for all diluc knew, you were shamelessly riding kaeya’s cock out here in the open, slutting yourself out for anyone to see.

neither of you paid any attention to diluc grabbing a glass of water, nor how his crimson eyes remained trained on each movement of your body. women like you were the problem on this campus. always running around, eager to spread your legs for the first man that showed you a crumb of attention; you needed a smart, proper man like diluc to rein you in and eliminate your salacious behavior.

guys like kaeya were good for nothing; he would rather play hooky than attend classes, and was most likely one step away from failing out. you should be going for men like diluc instead — he cared about his lectures, had multiple internships lined up for the summer too. he could provide for you, make you his submissive little housewife rather than this promiscuous whore you were right now.

to diluc, he saw no issue of snapping a picture of you sitting in kaeya’s lap. there was nothing too lewd about it, but the same couldn’t be said for the quick audio clip he grabbed of your boyfriend sucking on the sweet and tender skin of your neck. your delicate flesh was already painted with an array of purple hickies tainting your perfect skin; diluc feeling disgusted at your willingness to be exposed like that out where you could be seen.

but that was only the beginning. diluc grew hellbent on the idea of claiming you, stealing you away from his brother. he’s snap pictures while you weren’t looking — if you were going to walk around his dorm with your ass hanging out, surely he was allowed to take a reminder of the moment. he became a master at secretly sliding his phone under your skirt, photographing your clothed cunt without your knowledge. in some of the images he could see your plump pussy lips straining against the fabric, some had little wet patches soaking lacy lingerie, and a few showed the dampness of kaeya’s own cum leaking out of you. the latter of which made diluc feral, further fuelling his possessiveness. he should be the one to breed your slutty, desperate hole — not his idiot brother. he deserved you full of his seed, dumb and pliant around his cock. you should belong to him.

he had an array of other perv shots too. a few were more simple, such as you undressing, of your cleavage (oh, how he wished to mark your chest and cover you in his cum). but his prized possession was a sex tape of you and his brother that he’d recorded, phone secretly angled through the small opening of kaeya’s ajar bedroom door to get the perfect shot of you riding him reverse cowgirl, tits bouncing as you squirmed on his brother’s cock. all diluc could think about was how much better he would treat you, never even dreaming of making you do all the work. kaeya was selfish, unable to appreciate the true beauty before him. you were perfect, compromising for a man who couldn’t treat you the way that you deserved.

he kept everything stored on a hard drive, reserved for his eyes only. or at least, that’s what he had thought.

kaeya was out as per usual, probably out partying or spending time with you. times like this were perfect for diluc to break out his personal vault of perversion, to peruse the files he had saved of you. he had dimmed his lights, ensured the curtains were drawn and that a bottle of lotion sat on his desk. blue light from his screen filled the dorm as he scrolled through pictures of you: a seemingly innocent one of creamy soft serve coating your lips; a shot of your pretty pussy clothed in sheer, flowery panties; a video of you slipping your shirt over your head…

with that, the redhead pulled his half-hard cock out from his grey sweatpants and got to work. his other hand remained on his mouse, further browsing his lewd collection. he was in a world of his own, dreaming about his fist being your soft cunt. grunts and moans of your name echoed the walls, decorated with the lewd wet noises created by how darn messy diluc’s cock already was. he didn’t hear the door unlock, nor the fumbling around in kaeya’s room.

“fuck!” he yelped, rubbing his thumb over the slit of his blunt tip as he grew close to the edge. this alerted you, thus heading towards his room to investigate.

the door was slightly opened, drawing you into the darkness of diluc’s room. “hello?” you mumbled, pushing the door open a little more. “diluc?”

and with that, his heart fell. he froze, making no move to shove his cock back down his pants nor exit what was on his screen. silence would have overtaken the room, though his computer emitted faint whines and moans.

“kaeya! shit!” “you like that, don’t you? dirty fucking whore. going to cum on my cock like a stupid little slut, hmm? scream for me, snowflake.”

the screen to inspect, praying to the gods that you were mistaken and that wasn’t a video of your boyfriend (well, your ex- boyfriend now) fucking your dumb. hell, you were hoping this was some kind of sick joke, that you were being pranked in a rather cruel way, or… or… o—

“this is not what it looks like,” diluc spoke.

“what the fuck do you mean?” you hissed, finally looking at diluc. in the faint light, he could make out tear stains corrupting your cheeks, eyes puffy and swollen — you looked so elegant, even when upset. the man pondered for a moment; he hadn’t heard you cry, plus the tears didn’t seem fresh. it was clear to him that you’d been crying for some other reason.

“diluc, why do you have a fucking sex tape of me and your brother?”

“are you okay? you’ve been crying…”

“answer my fucking question! or i swear to god, i’ll- i’ll- i-”

a fresh bout of tears began to spill, whether from sadness or frustration was beyond you. diluc stood up, his cock finally sheathed back in his sweats. he placed a hand on your back, encouraging you to cry into his shoulder. you weren’t exactly in the headspace to think, thus allowing yourself to fall into his embrace as sobs wracked your body. a moment of quiet followed, diluc caressing your back ever so tenderly. it felt foreign, a gentleness that kaeya never showed to you — like diluc truly seemed to care.

“i b-broke up with him,” you mumbled, words punctuated with pained sobs. diluc stayed silent, encouraging you to continue if you wished to. “w-we— we fought. i s-said i he was r-really mean— said he ne-never loved me,”

diluc’s arms snaked around your back, pulling you tighter into him. one hand stroked your hair whilst you cried into his shirt, being thankful for the black material that wouldn’t show your tears nor the stains left by your running mascara.

“‘s okay,” he spoke, “you have always been too good for him, darling.”

few moments of quiet followed, broken only by soft sobs and gentle coos. “i’m not letting you walk home like this. let me take care of you for a bit, okay? i promise i’m nothing like my brother.”

your nods were shy as you allowed diluc to guide you towards his bed, helping you sit on its edge. he took your bag off of your shoulder, searching through to find some make-up wipes that he hoped you had. though you were attempting to pat away any tears with the sleeve of your cardigan, you knew full well that you looked like a mess. diluc pulled your hands away from your face, replacing them with his own. one tender hand cradled your face whilst the other dabbed at your ruined make-up, restoring the perfect creature he always knew you were. once he was done, he spent a moment absorbing your beauty, for he’d never been this close to you, let alone seen you this vulnerable. deep vermillion eyes flicked towards your pretty lips as he resisted the urge not to kiss you.

the soft sparkles in diluc’s expression eradicated the perverted scene that you had stumbled in upon from memory, replaced by the amiable man before you. it was a look that you barely remember kaeya giving you, perhaps only when he wanted something from you. diluc seemed purer, well-intentioned, like he truly cared about you.

hell, you didn’t give it a second thought. perhaps it was the irrationality colluding your mind, but you made the move to place a chaste kiss to his lips.

to say that diluc was caught off guard would be an understatement. his thoughts alternated between ‘you really must be a slut to already be jumping on your ex’s brother of all people’ and ‘what a good little thing, finally having come to her senses.’ regardless, the man kissed you back with an immeasurable fervor. he grew needy, the bulge in his pants becoming more prominent with each movement of his lips. strong arms inclined you to lay back, an order you were more than ready to comply to.

“princess? as much as i want you, i must warn you that kaeya will be retur—” diluc began to warn, though you cut him off mid-sentence.

“i don’t care; ‘want you too,”

after all, would it really be that bad if kaeya came home to see you creaming around his brother’s cock? perhaps he’d regret how he treated you, feel awful for making such nasty and unprovoked comments.

diluc helped you out of your clothes, being sure to worship every inch of skin revealed to him. he kissed down your neck, lightly sucking over any spots that made you gasp. lips trailed down past your collarbone and chest, only pausing just above the lace of your bra. with a soft “please” from you, the man removed the restrictive fabric, his breath tickling slightly as he reattached his mouth to your chest. he licked a stripe down to your hardening nipple, taking it into his mouth and swirling his warm tongue around the sensitive bud. a firm palm began massaging your other breast, the stimulation enough to make you whine. diluc was taking his time with you, making you squirm in all of the ways that he knew his brother couldn’t. he’d heard the gorgeous noises that you’d made when with kaeya, but to be the one ellicitting them from you was dreamlike to him.

“‘luc,” you moaned, desperate for more, “please, need you now,”

“need what, princess?” diluc teased, though he moved away from you to pull his own shirt over his head. “why don’t you take that pretty skirt off for me, okay?”

there were two ulterior motives present here. first of all, diluc wanted to see just how submissive you were planning on being; and secondly it gave him the perfect opportunity to distract you for a brief moment. as you shimmied your way out of your skirt, diluc moved to fiddle with something on his bedside table. he managed to set up his phone’s camera, pressing record in order to capture whatever was set to happen next. old sex tapes of you and kaeya would be useless to him now, a video of you writhing on his own cock becoming his new goal.

once he returned his attention to you, he helped position you in a way he knew would work for the camera. moving you to rest against his pillows and ridding you of your panties, diluc then slipped out of his own remaining clothes, thick cock standing tall against his toned stomach, decorated with a small amount of unruly red hair at the base and glistening beads of precum dribbling down his length. your jaw grew lax at the sight — he was definitely bigger than kaeya, the overwhelming girth of his cock worrying you slightly.

“‘s okay, we’ll make it fit,” he said, as though reading your mind. “gonna make you forget about him, yeah? gonna ruin you for anyone else, mold that pretty cunt around my cock, and only my cock,”

the velocity of his words made you whimper, already feeling yourself growing dumb for the man. his grip found your thighs, pushing them backwards towards your chest. diluc kissed down your stomach and pelvic bone, only halting above your drooling slit. he lifted your legs until you were in an adequate position to allow diluc full access to your cute little pussy. he adored the way your hole fluttered around nothing, how your pearly clit twitched from the cool air kissing it. he wanted nothing more than for this sight to be etched into his mind forever, the view of your cunt from his current angle unable to come close to any picture he could have snapped himself.

diluc dipped his tongue into your folds, finding it impossible to hold back an embarrassingly loud moan from how heavenly your sweet cunt tasted. his lips sought out your swollen bud, tracing shapes around it as he kept your thighs pressed back for him. each movement was sloppy, a concoction of his own spit and the delectable juices from you coating his lower face. as one of your hands found his hair, grasping fiery locks in attempt to pull him closer to your dripping core, the other reached for his pillows, desiring stability to keep you from losing yourself already. each moan slipping past your lips encouraged diluc to continue, rewarding you for your sweet noises.

“lulululu,” you whined, coherence an afterthought. “‘m gonna c- cum,”

instead of continuing, diluc pulled his mouth away for a moment, both to cherish how fucked out you already looked and to slide a single finger into your gooey hole. whines at the lost stimulation were replaced by euphoric melodies in sync with diluc’s own movements. he brought a thumb to play with your swollen clit, urging you to relax enough for him to thrust another digit into your. watching intently as you squirmed, he located the sweet spots inside of you. your chest rose and fell at a rapid rate, body unable to remain still as diluc toyed with you, now three fingers deep inside your dripping cunt.

“please,” you slurred, “wan’ your cock,”

he chuckled, amused by your neediness. moving to caress your cheek, he praised you for asking so politely. “sweet angel, i’ll treat you so well, okay?”

you nodded enthusiastically, diluc feeling your walls tighten on his fingers as he promised you his cock. he scissored your hole few times for good measure, wishing for you to feel as little pain as possible when he inevitably stretched you out.

you sniveled at the lost of contact once again, yet diluc was quick to replace his fingers with his cock. he was careful as he lined himself up, easing his mushroomed tip into your desperate pussy. his eyes remained trained on your face, watching your jaw go slack as you relinquished all control to him. he kept your knees pressed against your chest, giving himself full access to push into you.

babbles of his name filled the air, complimenting the lewd sloshing noises from your cunt. you could feel your walls stretching to accommodate diluc’s length, hopelessly fumbling around the man’s sheets for something to grip onto. upon bottoming out inside of you, you could feel his cock kissing the puckered opening of your cervix. he leaned down to place an ardent kiss to your lips, providing a perfect opportunity for you to wrap your arms around his neck.

“‘s alright, darling, i’m not going anywhere.” he hushed, “let go for me; i want to see your pretty face,”

the pout on your face lasted but a brief interval, for diluc began moving in and out of you. he experimented with slower then harsher thrusts, attempting to decipher the perfect speed to have you scream for him. you looked bewitching underneath him, each gasp you released and each bounce of your tits making it increasingly difficult for him to resist the urge to absolutely ravage you.

“you’re perfect,” he mumbled, “gonna treat you like a princess. you’ll cream on my cock for me, won’t you, sweet baby?”

barely able to utter a “mhm!”, you squeezed your eyelids shut, seeing stars as diluc fucked you.

“about time you finally dumped my good-for-nothing brother, right? finally, you can have a man that treats you better. he never made you feel this great, did he, princess? you deserve someone like me to make you cum over and over again, to make you go dumb underneath me.”

diluc looked completely feral. his mane stood a tangled mess, crimson locks flying in every direction and some sticking to the sweat on his brow. his pace grew more erratic with each thrust, ploughing into your sloppy cunt like a depraved beast.

“‘s so good, ‘luc,” you mused, “better than kae ever-”

you were cut off by diluc’s hand wrapping around your throat, not squeezing it, though the action seemed to hold threatening intent. he pulled his cock almost all of the way out of you, tip barely resting inside of you.

“don’t you fucking dare say another man’s name while i fuck you,” he spat, mere inches away from your face. “you were being such a good girl for me, was even going to breed your pretty little cunt full.” your walls fluttered at that sentence, the idea of being full of diluc’s cum blowing your pupils wide in awe. “do you think you deserve it now, princess?”

he kept his hold on your throat, staying still as he watched your pathetic attempts to form a response.

“‘m sorry! promise! never do it again! ‘lease breed me, ‘luc; wan’ you to cum in me, please, please, please…”

as you trailed off, diluc saw the perfect opportunity to snap his hips, burying the full length of his cock inside of you. he pushed himself back up, folding you into a tight mating press to best fill your insides.

“‘s it, darlin’.” he uttered as your face contorted in pleasure, “i’m gonna fill you up, claim you as mine. eyes on me, pretty thing, let me see your face when you cum,”

a couple of taps to your cervix and a deft thumb moving to circle your clit had tears brimming in your eyes once again, though this time from pure ecstasy rather than heartbreak. you wanted to speak, though words were unattainable. lucky enough, diluc was observant enough to understand what you were failing to communicate.

“go on, princess, cum for me,”

with a cry, you let the knot in your stomach snap, waves of pleasure coursing through your veins as you shook underneath diluc. he fucked you through your orgasm, close to his own though not quite there yet.

the pair of you were so caught up with one another that you repeated diluc’s mistake from earlier: neither of you heard the front door unlock. the entryway to diluc’s room remained wide open, just as you had left it earlier. it gave kaeya the perfect view of his brother spilling his load in your used hole, the sheer amount of cum dribbling down the curve of your ass and dirtying the sheets.

having already been so sensitive, the feeling of hot seed spurting against your womb was enough to tip you over the edge once again. diluc found your clit once again, heightening the sensations you were already feeling. you moaned his name so loudly that the neighbors were sure to hear, practically screaming as you gushed all over diluc’s stomach.

neither of you had noticed the presence in the doorway, not until kaeya couldn’t hold back any longer. he’d never made you cum that hard, how dare you have the audacity to fuck his brother only hours after you’d broken up with him. in all honesty, you didn’t know if his question was directed at you or diluc.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Jude and Cardan 🥀

Just finished watching jujutsu kaisen… Lets just say i’m a huge simp now for this dude

(she’s) just a phase - m. fushiguro

he’s a guitarist that listens to puma blue, she’s having her brat summer and hooking up left and right, what could go wrong when the pair suddenly find themselves amidst of a dilemma containing a certain popular music app.

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pairing: megumi x f!reader

status: ongoing

tags/warnings: reader is a party girl, megumi is in a band, modern au, characters are aged up, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, smau, alcohol/drinking, language, slightly suggestive, smoking, arguments, very slight angst buried under humor, probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings

taglist: OPEN

yn style guide | megumi style guide | moodboard

megumi’s playlist | maneater station | tridant’s set list

INTRODUCTIONS: 365 party GIRLS💚 | bandmates (derogatory)

CHAPTER ONE: soundmates

CHAPTER TWO: babadook

CHAPTER THREE: lesbian digresser

CHAPTER FOUR: holy waters

CHAPTER FIVE: moon undah water

CHAPTER SIX: she’s my collar

CHAPTER SEVEN: like chernobyl?

CHAPTER EIGHT: choose your fighter!

CHAPTER NINE: i still hate you

CHAPTER TEN: swum baby

CHAPTER ELEVEN: flirting in space

CHAPTER TWELVE: sweet dreams, tn

CHAPTER THIRTEEN:

CHAPTER FOURTEEN:

it's midnight and your husband, ran, thinks it's the best time to pour his feelings out for you.

"we're married."

coldness paints both of your bodies, to which you find delight in. everything feels perfect — you're well rested under the warmth of the comforter, your husband's arm is draped protectively on your waist, and the cerulean hues of your little night light rests on the night stand.

it feels perfect, almost. if only your husband hadn't kept muttering his musings to himself as you lie on his side.

"can't believe we're married," ran murmurs to himself. "i love you. i love you so much, sweetheart. have i ever told you how grateful i am you stayed with me?"

a minute ago, you were almost asleep. and you're certain it's late by now — the clock had probably struck midnight, yet you wonder to yourself why your husband was still fully awake on your side, much less pouring out his feelings for you when you're almost half asleep due to being lulled by his voice.

you don't complain, nor do you move. your head is gingerly turned to your side, eyes shut tight as you listen closely to ran's words.

"we've only been married for a week and wow," he lets out a chuckle, a smile appearing on his lips. "i can't wait 'til we're married for more than sixty years; that's a long time we're gonna be with each other — i hope you don't mind... sticking on my side throughout those times."

ran lifts his arm from your waist momentarily, only to reach forward and caress your face with his thumb. the smile never once faltered from his face as he watches your 'sleeping' form.

it's a bit embarrassing, he thinks, to think that he feels conscious with himself as he's pouring every little bit of feeling he has. it's a probable that you're asleep because it's been hours since the two of you went to bed, and it's late, so here he had been — writing each and every appreciation he has for you out loud, murmuring them in hopes that it reaches your dreams.

and hopefully one day, he'll have the courage to voice all of this to you.

"don't worry, i'm your husband. i won't let any harm come to you — if anything, they'd have to pass through me first.... and maybe rindou too." his words brought a small smile to your face. "i promise i'll keep my vows to you. i'll do my best to keep that smile on your face."

"we fight sometimes, and i make you cry on some occasions. and i'll admit that i've done you wrong on those days because," he pauses. "i'm not perfect. i say hurtful things to you that i don't mean. and i sometimes choose to run away than fixing our problem immediately.... nowadays, when i look at you i remember that it's always been you and i. it's you and i against everything, not you against me. and our marriage is a proof that i intend on keeping this promise that way — i'll always be by your side, love, no matter what."

he lets out a quiet breath, before leaning down to press a soft kiss on your forehead.

"so bear with me, okay? i love you."

going fishing or something

#MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFE SERIES

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend, who you loved more than anything, who was your will to live, broke up with you.

— PAIRING: Gojo Satoru x Female reader

— GENERE: angst

— C.W: ex-boyfriend! Gojo satoru x depressed! female reader , Geto Suguru x female reader , dark themes , insecurity , mature themes , 16+ at least.

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. ⋆ ♱ 𝔯𝔲𝔫, 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔢 ♱･˳ .

you wake up in a locked house during a halloween party. with no recollection of how you got here and no way out, you and your friends have to escape before tomorrow morning. but beware something tells me that he doesn't want to let you out..

status † on-going

pairing † fem!reader x multiple

taglist † open !

warnings/tags: modern au, characters are in college and in their 20s, swearing, smau and written parts, definitely going to get angsty, some characters may be ooc, blood/gore? mentions of stalking, toxic relationships, possessive and obsessive, alchohol/drinking

note ! † might have dark content! warnings will be listed at every chapter! read at your own discretion!

ℑ. 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 !

ℑℑ. 𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐓

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ℑ𝔛.

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Rich boy gojo latest obsession: Spider woman aka you

Gojo Satoru was everything you weren’t. Wealthy, popular, and effortlessly charismatic, he ruled the school like a king. Girls wanted him, guys wanted to be him, and he basked in the attention without a care in the world. You, on the other hand, were invisible. Quiet, studious, and focused solely on your dream of becoming a mechanical engineer, you kept to yourself. You had no time for the drama or distractions of high school life—not that anyone tried to drag you into it.

For years, Gojo hadn’t even known you existed, too busy dating every pretty girl in school and living his high-society life. But you didn’t care. As long as you had your books, your love of science, and a clear path to graduation, you were content.

Then, everything changed the night you got bitten.

It happened as you walked home from the library, your bag heavy with notes and textbooks. A sharp sting on your hand made you pause, and when you looked down, you saw it: a spider, glowing faintly with an otherworldly hue. You brushed it off, thinking nothing of it at the time. But by morning, your entire world had turned upside down.

The changes were drastic, to say the least. It felt like you had the strength of five men combined. You could climb walls, stick to surfaces, and—most astonishingly—shoot webs. At first, it was chaos. You’d knock over furniture without meaning to, stick to walls by accident, and fire webs at the worst possible times. Balancing your new abilities with the demands of high school was a nightmare. And then there were your parents, who couldn’t understand why you suddenly seemed so…different.

Eventually, though, you got the hang of it. Slowly but surely, you found a rhythm. By day, you were the quiet girl no one noticed, slipping through the halls like a ghost. By night, you were Spider-Woman, swinging through the city, saving lives, and trying to make a difference.

One of those lives, unfortunately, was Gojo’s.

You’d saved him multiple times—once from a mugger in a dark alley, another time from a runaway car. Each time, you prayed he wouldn’t recognize you under the mask. But Gojo, being Gojo, became utterly and completely obsessed. He couldn’t stop talking about Spider-Woman. It was Spider-Woman this, Spider-Woman that. She was all he thought about, all he cared about. He’d defend her fiercely to anyone who dared criticize her, becoming your personal lawyer without even realizing it.

When the media started painting Spider-Woman as a delinquent—a vigilante who caused more harm than good—Gojo was furious. He went so far as to call his dad, threatening to sue the newspaper that ran the story. How dare they? Didn’t they know how much Spider-Woman sacrificed to keep the city safe? The idea of anyone tarnishing her name was enough to make his blood boil.

Then came the night at the nightclub. Gojo, carefree as ever, found himself cornered in a dark alley, moments away from being robbed. You swooped in, taking out the muggers with ease. But before you could leave, he stopped you.

“Wait!” he called out, breathless and his sky blue eye wide. “I… I just wanted to say thank you. For everything.”

For a split second, you hesitated. His voice, so familiar yet so different, made your heart skip a beat. But you couldn’t risk it—not with how obsessed he was. Without a word, you shot a web to the nearest building and disappeared into the night, leaving Gojo standing there, more intrigued than ever.

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The cafeteria buzzed with chatter as students clustered at their usual tables. Sitting alone with your tray of food and your notes, you tuned out the noise. Behind you, however, the loudest group in school had taken their seats—Gojo Satoru and his friends.

“Dude, I’m telling you—she totally recognized me,” Gojo said, his voice carrying across the room as he threw his hands up in frustration.

“Satoru, you’re delusional,” Geto drawled, brushing his long hair behind his ear as he gave his best friend a look of pity. “You know how many people she saves, right? Why would she only recognize you?”

“Because I’m pretty, that’s why,” Gojo shot back, leaning uncomfortably close to Geto’s face, his striking blue eyes glinting with mock indignation. “Who could ever forget this face, huh? I’m too handsome.”

Geto blinked at him, unimpressed. “You’re beyond saving.”

“He’s right,” Shoko chimed in dryly from across the table, casually popping a fry into her mouth. “You need professional help, Satoru.”

But Gojo wasn’t listening. He leaned back in his chair, dramatically running a hand through his white hair as though to emphasize his point. “I’m serious, guys! She’s so cool—like, way cooler than anyone else in this school. I have to meet her. But she doesn’t have an agent or an email or…anything! How am I supposed to contact her? Ugh, it’s torture.”

“You’re not supposed to contact her,” Shoko replied, not even looking up from her fries.

“Wait, wait,” Gojo interrupted, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Do you think she’d date me if I offered her money?” He turned to Geto and Shoko, searching for validation.

The two stared at him like he’d grown a second head.

“Money? Really?” Shoko snorted, clearly unimpressed. “Satoru, she’s a superhero, not a gold digger.”

Geto sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, and even if she was into money, why would she pick you? You’d probably get robbed while on a date with her.”

“Hey!” Gojo huffed, crossing his arms. “She saved me multiple times. Okay, a lot actually . That means something!”

Shoko raised an eyebrow. “It means you’re really bad at staying out of trouble.”

Behind them, you fought the urge to roll your eyes. It was bad enough Gojo was obsessed with Spider-Woman, but to hear him talk about her with such unfiltered arrogance made your food taste worse. If only he knew how much effort it took to not acknowledge him during every rescue.

Still, you couldn’t deny the small flicker of amusement at the thought. Gojo Satoru, the most confident guy in school, practically pining over you without even knowing it.

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Gojo Satoru thought he was a genius. Actually, scratch that—he knew he was a genius. After all, if Spider-Woman was going to save him every time he found himself in trouble, then logically, he just needed to get into more trouble. That way, she’d have no choice but to keep saving him, which meant he’d get to see her more often.

“Wow,” he muttered to himself one day as he stared at his reflection in a classroom window. “I scare myself sometimes with how brilliant I am.”

And so, his master plan began. Every day, without fail, he’d find himself in increasingly dangerous situations. Whether it was wandering down shady alleys, conveniently “forgetting” his wallet in sketchy neighborhoods, or trying to provoke muggers by flashing his expensive watch in public, Gojo made sure to play the role of helpless rich boy perfectly.

And every single time, you were there. Swinging in at the last possible second, rolling your eyes behind your mask as you pulled him out of harm’s way.

For two weeks, this went on. Two excruciating weeks.

“Are you serious right now?” you snapped one night as you yanked him out of the path of an oncoming car he’d nearly walked in front of. “sir, What were you even doing in the middle of the street?” Your trying to make your voice deeper so he couldn't recognise it.

“Me?” he asked innocently, flashing you a grin that somehow managed to be both charming and infuriating. “I was just testing how fast that car was going. You know, for science.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “You’re unbelievable.” you whispered. You didn't want to talk to him too much and feed his delusion that he is somehow special to you.

“Thank you,” he replied, as if it were a compliment. “So, what’s your name? Your real name, I mean. Do you like movies? Dinner? Long walks in the rain?”

You ignored him, as usual, swinging away before he could say anything else. But Gojo was nothing if not persistent.

The final straw came on a rainy night after an already horrible day. You’d had a blowout argument with your mom that morning, and the weight of your double life was catching up to you. Your grades were slipping, exhaustion was eating away at you, and the constant pressure of keeping the city safe was unbearable. To top it all off, Gojo’s ridiculous antics were only making things worse.

So when you find him once again—this time standing at the edge of a rooftop of the hotel his rich father owns, "balancing practicing"—you snapped.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you shouted, storming toward him as the rain poured down. Your mask was soaked, and your voice shook with frustration and fatigue. “Do you have a death wish? Or are you just this desperate for attention?”

Gojo turned, his soaked white hair plastered to his forehead, and gave you that same infuriating grin. “Hey, Spider-Woman! Took you long enough. I was starting to think you didn’t care.”

You grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back from the edge, your patience completely gone. “Listen, rich boy,” you hissed, your voice trembling with anger. “I don’t know what kind of game you think this is, but I am not playing. You don’t get to make my life harder just because you’re bored or obsessed or whatever this is.”

For the first time, Gojo seemed taken aback. His grin faltered, and his usually sparkling blue eyes softened. “Wait, are you okay?”

You froze, caught off guard by the genuine concern in his voice. For a fleeting moment, the usual arrogance in his tone was replaced by something softer—something real. But the dam inside you had already broken.

“No, I’m not okay,” you admitted, your voice cracking under the weight of everything. “I’m also a human, you know. I get tired too... I—”

You stopped yourself mid-sentence, biting your lip hard enough to hurt. No. You’d already said too much. Letting him see even this much vulnerability was dangerous—too dangerous. You didn’t owe him an explanation.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you grabbed him by the arm and picked him up effortlessly, carrying him away from the edge of the rooftop. You set him down on stable ground, saying nothing as you turned to leave.

“Wait,” he called after you, his voice trembling slightly. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Okay? Please, just listen to me.”

You hesitated, your back still to him.

“I didn’t mean to make things harder for you,” he said, his usual confidence completely gone. “I was just... I thought I was being clever, but I wasn’t thinking about what it was doing to you. I just... I wanted to see you. To talk to you.”

His words hung in the air, raw and honest, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn around. The rain poured down harder, mingling with the tears that began streaming down your face. You clenched your fists, willing yourself not to break down completely in front of him.

“It doesn’t matter,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “Just... stay out of trouble. Please.”

You swung away without looking back, leaving him standing there in the rain, his figure growing smaller and smaller until it disappeared from view.

As the wind whipped past you, the tears kept coming. The frustration, the exhaustion, the overwhelming loneliness—it all spilled out in the safety of the storm. For the first time in a long time, you let yourself cry.

And behind you, on that rooftop, Gojo Satoru stood drenched and motionless, staring after you with an ache in his chest he didn’t fully understand. He had never seen you like that before—so human, so tired, so vulnerable.

And for the first time, he realized just how much he’d taken you for granted.

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For two whole days, you slept. The world kept spinning, but you didn’t care. You were beyond exhausted—mentally, physically, emotionally. It felt like your body was trying to shut itself down for repairs, and honestly, you welcomed it. After all, who cared about you? Why should you care about the world when no one seemed to care about you?

Meanwhile, Gojo was in his own spiral of chaos. The guilt gnawed at him relentlessly. He couldn’t shake the image of your trembling voice, your soaked figure disappearing into the rain. He knew he’d messed up—badly. He wanted to apologize, to tell you how sorry he was for being selfish, for not thinking about what you were going through. But... how? How was he even supposed to find you? It was like you’d vanished into thin air.

To make matters worse, there was the looming deadline for his big mechanical engineering project. Normally, he wouldn’t be too concerned. He was Gojo Satoru—charming, brilliant, and capable of pulling off a miracle at the last second. But this time, there was a twist. His professor had assigned him a partner: Y/N L/N.

He didn’t even know who that was. Sure, he’d heard the name in passing, but it wasn’t like he paid attention to anyone who wasn’t in his usual circle of admirers or friends. Now, in the middle of his existential guilt-fueled meltdown, he had to deal with the stress of finding a partner he probably wouldn’t recognize if they stood right in front of him.

His friends noticed immediately that something was off. Gojo was usually the epitome of confidence, breezing through life without a care in the world. But now, he was pacing, muttering to himself, and radiating the kind of energy that screamed, I’ve screwed up.

“Okay, what’s going on with you?” Shoko finally asked, leaning back in her chair and eyeing him suspiciously.

“Yeah, you’ve been weird for days,” Geto added, sipping his coffee. “This is, like, the longest you’ve gone without flirting with someone or bragging about yourself. Should we be worried?”

Gojo ran a hand through his damp hair, tugging at the roots in frustration. “It’s Spider-Woman,” he admitted, slumping into a chair.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Shoko groaned, rolling her eyes. “What did you do now?”

“I think I—no, I know I messed up,” Gojo said, groaning into his hands. “I was being an idiot, okay? I kept getting myself into trouble so she’d save me, and... well, she finally snapped.”

“Wait,” Geto said, raising an eyebrow. “Are you telling me Spider-Woman, the literal superhero, got mad at you? What the hell did you do?”

Gojo waved his hands wildly, exasperated. “I just wanted to talk to her! Is that so bad?!”

“Yes,” Shoko and Geto said in unison.

“Ugh, whatever,” Gojo grumbled, burying his face in his arms. “She disappeared after that night. I don’t even know where to find her now.”

“Maybe you should stop obsessing over her and focus on that project,” Shoko suggested, popping a fry into her mouth. “What’s the name of your partner again?”

“Y/N L/N or something,” Gojo said absentmindedly, frowning at the table.

Shoko froze mid-chew, exchanging a quick glance with Geto.

“You’re kidding me, right?” Geto said, trying to suppress a grin.

Gojo blinked at them, confused. “What?”

“Y/N L/N,” Shoko said slowly, smirking. “You mean the quiet girl who never talks to anyone? The one who’s always in the library?”

Gojo’s jaw dropped. “Wait, what? No way. why godddd." he dropped his head to the table and started banging his head.

“Yep,” Shoko said, crossing her arms. “That’s your partner. Good luck, lover boy.”

Now, not only did Gojo have to figure out how to apologize to Spider-Woman, but he also had to track down his elusive project partner—

And honestly? He wasn’t sure which task was going to be harder.

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