࿐ ࿔ Hot, Hot Summer !

"Girls like it when men ignore em"

LIEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS

I WANT THAT MAN OBSESSED WITH ME

I WANT HIM THINKING ABOUT ME LIKE A PRAYER, EVERY BREATH, EVERY MOVE, EVERY CHOICE HE MAKES ANCHORED TO ME. I WANT HIM LOSING SLEEP BECAUSE THE IDEA OF ME IS TOO LOUD IN HIS HEAD TO LET HIM REST. I WANT HIM TO LOOK AT ME LIKE I’M THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS—LIKE THE WORLD COULD BURN TO ASHES AROUND US AND HE WOULDN’T CARE AS LONG AS I’M STILL STANDING THERE.

I WANT HIM TO SPEAK MY NAME LIKE IT’S SACRED, TO LOOK AT ME LIKE I HOLD THE UNIVERSE IN MY HANDS. TO BE HAUNTED BY THE SOUND OF MY LAUGH, THE TRACE OF MY SCENT ON HIS SKIN, THE MEMORY OF MY TOUCH. I WANT HIS OBSESSION TO BORDER ON MADNESS, TO FEEL ME IN EVERY PART OF HIM LIKE A HUNGER HE CAN’T EVER SATISFY.

I WANT TO BE HIS FIRST THOUGHT

satoru tries to be nonchalant and mysterious when u fuck by staying silent and fucking you like the guys in porn do: no moans, no flavour, nothing. but he lasts about two strokes before literally gasping out the most pornographic moan and refusing to shut up from that point onwards.

hes so talkative, moaning and rambling on about how good and tight you feel wrapped around his cock that he starts to sound stupidly cumdrunk. the only time he's not talking is when he's got his tongue in ur mouth and even then he's still moaning like he's in heat.

toru is so loud too, like you get noise complaints regularly. he never shut up, and when he cums the whole city ends up knowing about it because he's on the verge of tears and begging for you to milk him dry and there's no such thing as too loud when it's you he's fucking. he encourages you to let him hear you, wants the neighbours to know just how good he lays it down for you... he's so annoying i love him

LE gojo going "*sigh* my ears have been blessed." Whenever he hears reader laughing

PFFTT so happening🥹 and he’s not keeping that to himself, he’s telling it to the next person beside him… who happens to be nanami💁🏻‍♀️

“my ears have been blessed~” he sighs dreamily.

“what?”

“she just laughed… nanamin, isn’t her voice just like angel’s? i still can’t believe it—i married her!”

“gojo-san… i don’t want to be rude but—”

“just agree with me, nanamin!”

how would reader and gojo react to megumi bringing a girl home?

the fushigojos are back baby!! thank you anon 💙

“i’m kind of busy right now, gojo,” you grunt, dodging a swing of the curse’s limb and silently thanking nanami for the bluetooth piece he’d given you on christmas. it was almost like he’d known something like this would happen.

“but, babe, it’s an emergency!”

“is this a ‘somebody is bleeding or missing a limb’ emergency?” you ask, your sword piercing the body of the second curse of the evening, effectively exorcising it. “or another ‘megumi doesn’t like avicii’ kind of emergency?”

“none of the above!” he insists in your earpiece. “it’s even worse than megumi’s lack of musical taste!”

“oh, what could possibly be worse than that?” you ask dryly, resisting the urge to roll your eyes and take your gaze off the curses closing in on you.

“he just called and asked if a friend could come over after school!”

that actually gives you pause. “wait— like a human friend? cause i told him last time that actual dogs that our landlord can see and hear aren’t allowed in the apartment.”

“yeah, a human friend! now don’t you understand why i’m freaking out?” he’s only gotten more dramatic with your own shock at the predicament. “we know tsumiki’s friends, sure, but we’ve never met one of megumi’s! mostly cause he doesn’t have any, so what do we do?”

you swing at a lunging curse with one arm as you check your watch, grimacing when you see it reads 3:25pm. megumi gets out of school in five minutes, and it only takes him ten to walk home. no way you’ll make it before then.

“just put some snacks on the table,” you instruct. “all of megumi’s favourites and a handful of the candy from that jar you keep at the back of the top shelf. don’t do anything else until i get back.”

“okay! so that means you’re coming home soon though— hey, wait a minute! how did you know about my candy stash? i put it on the top because—”

“because you think none of us can reach it,” you finish, actually rolling your eyes this time. “i’ll refill your jar like tsumiki and i always do, just put some out in case megumi’s friend doesn’t like veggie trays and candied ginger.”

“wait, you guys steal from it too—”

you yank your bluetooth out before he can finish complaining.

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you finally check your phone as you drag yourself up the stairs of your apartment. it’d been buzzing insistently as you’d finished up your mission, gone to the school to report back to yaga, and grabbed some take out on the way home.

[83 texts from satoru gojo]

[22 missed calls from satoru gojo]

sighing, you hit clear all and shove your phone into your pocket, exchanging it for your keys and jamming them into the lock.

when you get the door open, the first thing you register is how unnaturally quiet it is. it’s so quiet that all you can hear is the hum of the air conditioning. the last time it was this quiet was after suguru—

you set the takeout bag on the counter, the crinkle of the plastic bag suddenly the loudest sound you’ve ever heard as you peer over the counter at the scene in the living room.

gojo’s seated in the arm chair, manspreading, of course, elbows planted on his knees as he stares over the rim of his shades at megumi and who you assume is his friend. when you said not to do anything else, you didn’t think he’d take you seriously (mostly because gojo rarely listens to you at all)

“hi,” you say, taking a step into the living room. “it’s nice to meet you, i’m megumi’s other guard—”

it’s a girl.

gojo makes an exasperated noise, and megumi rolls his eyes. “wait,” you pause, tilting your head at the girl sitting beside him. “aren’t you the one shoko’s mentoring? i didn’t know you went to the same school as megumi.”

she opens her mouth to reply, but your red-faced megumi stops her. “we’re just here to work on a science project,” he explains. “gojo-sensei isn’t letting us go.”

“why not?” you question, averting your gaze to your boyfriend, who jumps out of his seat and pulls you towards your bedroom, telling the kids not to move a muscle and that his six-eyes see everything.

“because we haven’t had the talk with megumi yet,” he reasons urgently. “we can’t leave him alone with a girl. what if he doesn’t know what to do?”

you draw back to stare at him in confusion. “know what to do— satoru, do you even know what the talk is?”

he just blinks at you. “the sex talk. how to have sex.”

oh, to be the strongest sorcerer alive, whose education growing up was limited to cursed technique application and nothing further.

“it’s about how and when to do it safely,” you correct with a sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “and he’s only 14. we agreed to give it to him when he turned 16.”

it’s almost amusing seeing him so worried, eyes darting from you to the door as if he could look through it. “so we’re just going to let him go into his room with a girl? don’t you remember the first time i got you alone in my room—”

“first of all we were 19 when that happened, and second of all i did all the work because,” you poke a finger at the centre of his chest, “you were some touch-starved virgin who lasted less than two minutes.”

“hey!” he whines, batting your hand away. “you agreed never to bring that up again, and we’re talking about megumi right now!”

“just have them work on their project at the dining table,” you shrug. “and she’s basically shoko’s student, remember? she’s not going to make a move on him or anything.”

his frown just deepens. “but what if—”

“no.”

“or maybe—”

“no, satoru.”

he slumps in defeat, grumbling as you twist the doorknob open and pull him outside with you to explain the set-up to the kids.

you have to yank gojo into the kitchen with you to stop him from hovering as they settle at the dining table, pulling out textbooks and sheets of paper.

“see,” you tell him. “completely innocent. i’m glad he’s finally made a friend.”

and she comes back, too. sometimes with shoko, sometimes without. you don’t even end up giving him the talk early, because once gojo’s warmed up to the idea of megumi having a friend?

he breaks out the photo albums.

“and this is the time megumi tried to cut his own hair because he didn’t like the undercut i might have messed up! he had to wear his hair down for a while and looked like a coconut!”

he doesn’t know when to shut up.

“megumi! here’s your laundry! only three pairs of underwear this week? how many days in a row do you wear them? ha! kinda gross, dude.”

and he doesn’t have a filter.

“did you know megumi’s scared of cats? once when he was in third grade he was chased home by a tabby and i think it scarred him for life. good thing you don’t have any cat shikigami.”

you learn, quickly, that sometimes he’s his own brand of contraception.

Rich boy gojo latest obsession: Spider woman aka you

Part 2

After four days away from school, you finally returned, feeling somewhat refreshed despite the exhaustion that had pushed you to your limit. You knew you’d probably missed a lot, but at least you felt ready to face the chaos again—or so you thought.

Your optimism vanished the second you discovered your partner for the mechanical engineering project was none other than Gojo Satoru. The Gojo Satoru.

It didn’t take him long to track you down—practically the minute you stepped foot in school, he was at your side. His signature white hair and ridiculously expensive sunglasses caught everyone’s attention as he launched into a stream of words, rambling about everything and nothing.

“Hey! Y/N, right? Wow, four days, huh? You okay? I mean, not that I was, like, worried or anything—I mean, I totally was, but—anyway, the project! I’ve been thinking about it. We can divide it up, yeah? Or maybe we can do it together? I’m great at mechanics, you know. Well, actually, I’m great at everything, but mechanics especially—”

You stared at him, blinking slowly, as he rattled on and on. The assignment wasn’t even hard—just split the work, do your part, and be done with it. But he seemed determined to complicate things with his non stop chatter.

In the background, his friends were clearly enjoying the spectacle. Shoko and Geto were standing a few feet back, both laughing quietly as they watched their usually unshakable friend flounder in front of you.

You weren’t sure if Gojo was flustered or if this was just his natural state of being. He was all energy and charm—like a whirlwind of confidence with no filter. If you didn’t know any better, you might’ve thought he was genuinely nervous, but that didn’t seem like his style. Still, the longer he talked, the more you couldn’t help but wonder if he really was as airheaded as he seemed.

You prayed he hadn’t pieced together anything yet. There was no way he’d recognize you as Spider-Woman—you’d been so careful. Surely, someone like him—all face and no brain—wouldn’t notice the connection, right?

You sighed inwardly. Dumb and pretty was a dangerous comb. And Gojo Satoru? He was a walking embodiment of both.

“Just do the part you want, and I’ll do the rest.”

Your voice was calm, straightforward, and devoid of any room for argument. Gojo stopped mid-ramble, stunned into silence. For the first time since you’d known him—well, “known” was a stretch since he’d never acknowledged you before this moment—he wasn’t talking.

He just… stared.

And then, without any regard for personal space, he leaned closer, his bright blue eyes studying you intently.

“Wow,” he said softly, a small, boyish grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “This is the first time I’ve heard you talk. You’ve got a pretty deep voice.”

His comment wasn’t mocking; it sounded more like a genuine observation, tinged with curiosity. But his closeness made you shift uncomfortably, and the sound of his friends laughing grew louder.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. You’d just gotten back to school, and now you had to deal with this.

“Can we focus on the project?” you asked flatly, trying to redirect the conversation.

But Gojo, still grinning like he’d uncovered the eighth wonder of the world, ignored your plea entirely. “Your voice is kinda cool, you know that? Like… mysterious. Are you mysterious? Is there a secret life I don’t know about? Wait—” He gasped dramatically, his hands flying to his mouth. “Are you a spy?!”

You stared at him, deadpan.

“Just pick your part,” you said again, turning your attention to your notebook.

“Okay, okay! I’ll do the first two pages and make a 3D model. That’s okay?” Gojo straightened up to his full height, which only made him seem even more ridiculously tall. You hadn’t really noticed before, but now, standing so close to him, his towering frame was impossible to ignore.

“Cool. I’ll do the rest,” you replied simply, not bothering to look back as you turned and walked past him.

He watched as you moved away, his usual grin faltering into something softer—almost thoughtful.

“Whoa,” Geto said, leaning over with a smirk as he watched Gojo’s expression. “Did you just… listen to someone? Like, without arguing? Who even are you?”

“Shut up,” Gojo muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

Shoko snorted, flicking a fry at him. “You’ve got it bad, Satoru.”

“I don’t have anything,” he shot back, though his ears burned red.

As you disappeared down the hallway, he found himself standing there longer than he probably should have, replaying the moment in his head. For some reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about the way your voice had sounded—calm, composed, and completely unbothered by him.

And for someone like Gojo Satoru, who thrived on attention and chaos, it was frustratingly intriguing.

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The idea lingered in your mind all day, no matter how much you tried to focus on classes. Shouldn’t Spider-Woman have a way for people to reach out? Not everyone you saved could shout their thanks in the middle of a rescue, and some people might have real concerns or valuable tips to share.

The thought nagged at you, feeling almost irresponsible to ignore. After all, you were doing this to help people. Giving them a way to connect with you seemed like the logical next step.

So, during your break between classes, you decided to act on it.

You pulled out your laptop, leaned back in your seat, and quickly created an email account. Simple, straightforward, and easy to remember:

spider-woman@gmail.com

As you stared at the blank inbox, a wave of uncertainty hit you. Would this even work? What if people used it to spam you or waste your time? Or worse—what if it somehow compromised your identity?

Still, you reasoned, no one would be able to trace it back to you as long as you were careful. Besides, you’d set strict boundaries. You wouldn’t answer every single email, only the ones that truly mattered.

Satisfied with your decision, you logged out and closed the laptop. The rest of the day felt oddly lighter, as if you’d checked something important off your to-do list.

That night, after school, you’d made the decision to public. You handed out flyers across the city, hoping to give people a direct way to reach Spider-Woman if they needed help or just wanted to thank you. You didn’t expect much, but soon enough, the emails started pouring in.

At first, it was the usual garbage—memes, advertisements, strange videos, phone numbers, and links to bizarre websites that made you raise an eyebrow. You could barely keep up with the flood of emails, your inbox filling faster than you could sort through them. Some were from media outlets—sensational headlines, twisting your actions into something unrecognizable. Others just wanted to use your identity for their own clicks.

But then, amidst the junk, there were those emails that made it all feel worth it.

Messages of gratitude from people you’d saved. Simple, heartfelt thank-yous that made the overwhelming mess of everything feel just a little more meaningful.

You smiled as you read through some of them. It reminded you why you were doing this. The people who truly needed you, the ones who didn’t treat you like a headline or an urban legend—those were the ones you wanted to hear from.

And then, as you scrolled down the list of incoming emails, one stood out.

It was from:

Gojo Satoru

Your eyes widened for a moment before you clicked on the message. There was no way. You quickly opened it, and the first thing that hit you was the absurdity of it. The email wasn’t formal, nor was it filled with the usual 'thank you' or ‘help me’ types of questions.

It read:

"Heyyyyyyy Spider-Woman, Satoru here. You know the guy with the white hair. You saved me again. You should really stop doing that, I might get too used to it. Also, can you send me your number? I have some questions about your secret life... I mean, if you're not too busy saving the world or whatever. Also, if you need help with anything (I’m pretty good at everything), just let me know. P.S. I don't know why you thought you could hide from me. Don’t make me come find youuuuu😉"

You stared at the screen for a few seconds, blinking in disbelief. The audacity was almost impressive. Not only that, but his message was ridiculous.

You closed the email without replying. What could you even say? The man was already a walking disaster, and it was clear he had zero understanding of personal boundaries. Besides, you had schoolwork to catch up on. You quickly switched to your homework, diving into it to distract yourself from the email and the mess of your thoughts.

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Gojo knew the possibility of you replying was zero, but he still felt a sense of disappointment. He was special, important, and couldn’t quite understand why you would ignore him like this. He had stopped trying to get himself into trouble on purpose, but it was hard. He still wanted to apologize to you, but how could he make you meet him?

He had to focus on the project for now.

Y/N...

apparently, a man could have two crushes. at school he liked Y/N. and outside it's spider-woman.

Gojo wasn’t even sure if it was a crush it could just be admiration, but there was something about you. You were so cool, so unbothered. It made him want to try harder, get your attention. The other girls hadn’t figured out the formula or equation on how to get his attention: Ignore Gojo = Gojo notice you = Gojo being in love. Being unbothered = Gojo will become your dog.

He wanted to work for every bit of your affection and attention. You and Spider-Woman had managed to make him feel like he had to.

He was planning to ask for your phone number tomorrow at school or suggest working at the library together.

And that's exactly what he did.

"Either you give me your phone number so we can talk about the project, or we work on it at the library. Your choice." It was right by the lockers as school ended.

You didn’t even glance at him as you zipped your bag. "I’m going to the library anyway. We can go," you said, not breaking stride as you brushed past him, heading for the door.

Gojo blinked, caught off guard for a split second. You weren’t fazed by him, not even slightly. But he wasn’t going to let it go that easily. He jogged to catch up, his usual confidence returning in full force.

"Wait, but can I still have your number though?" he asked, his voice light but tinged with that unmistakable charm of his. He really couldn’t help himself—he needed to get a response from you, something, anything.

You didn’t answer , your pace steady as you made your way to the library.

Gojo, though, wasn’t about to back off. He was persistent, a little frustrated, but more amused than anything. “I mean, it’s not like I’m asking for much,” he added, a teasing grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You didn’t reply, your silence giving him no indication of whether he was getting through to you or not. Still, he couldn’t help but feel like he was getting closer.

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After his non stop yapping about everything and anything, you really had to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. You felt like your head was going to explode if you had to listen to him for even one more second.

You left your laptop open on the document, but there were several tabs open as well. When he noticed it was about to go to sleep, he instinctively reached out and moved the mouse to keep it open, a habit, really.

He wasn’t trying to snoop, he really wasn't but ... but you know his hand… well, his hand was doing it. He checked to make sure you weren’t anywhere nearby before starting to browse through the tabs.

There were news articles about Spider-Woman—he didn’t know you were a fan. He thought maybe if he told you he'd met her, it might impress you. Then there were music tabs, shopping, school-related stuff, and two emails. Why were there two emails? Weird

One was just school-related—nothing out of the ordinary.

But then, he opened the other one.

He stopped.

Why were there so many emails? At first glance, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Just casual messages, questions, and updates. But then he spotted the Gmail account.

The one that said spider-woman@gmail.com.

His hand froze on the mouse.

His blood ran cold as realization sank in. His brain screamed at him that it couldn’t be, but the signs were there—the news tabs, the emails, and… his own message, sitting right there, bold in the inbox.

The same message he had sent to Spider-Woman.

The room felt eerily quiet as he stared at the screen, the world around him fading into the background. His heart pounded in his chest as he scrolled through the messages, seeing thank-you notes, requests for help, and even memes and ads mixed in. It all pointed to one impossible, yet now undeniable conclusion: you were Spider-Woman.

The same person who had saved him more times than he could count.

The same person who had ignored his email.

The same person who was now walking back toward the table.

He scrambled to close the email tab, his hands fumbling slightly in his panic. His pulse thundered in his ears as he tried to compose himself, acting like nothing had happened.

When you returned, you sat down without sparing him a glance, opening your laptop again and resuming your work. He watched you, his mind racing. He wanted to say something, but what could he say? "Hey, so I figured out your biggest secret, no big deal"? Yeah, that wasn’t happening.

Instead, he sat there in silence for the first time in his life, staring at you with a mixture of awe, guilt, and nervous energy, realizing that nothing between the two of you would ever be the same again.

You were too focused on the document to notice Gojo’s sudden quietness—something that was extremely out of character for him. The only sound between you was the faint clicking of your keyboard and the occasional shuffle of papers.

Gojo’s head was spinning. You were Spider-Woman. The mysterious hero everyone talked about. The one who saved lives while juggling a life as an unbothered, quiet, and cool high school student.

He couldn’t stop stealing glances at you. How had he missed it? It was obvious now—your exhaustion, your constant disappearing acts, even your unapproachable demeanor. He suddenly felt like the biggest idiot in the world.

"You okay?" you asked, finally noticing the weird energy radiating off him.

"Huh?" Gojo jolted, almost knocking over his chair. "Yeah, yeah! Totally fine! Why wouldn’t I be fine? Are you fine? You seem fine. So, I’m fine!" He was rambling, his words coming out too fast.

You squinted at him suspiciously. "Right… Well, if you're fine, then focus on the project."

"Yep! Project. Totally focusing on the project." He picked up a pen and pretended to write something down, but his mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t stop thinking about what to do with this newfound knowledge. Should he say something? Should he keep it to himself?

Then an idea popped into his head. A terrible, ridiculous, Gojo-level idea.

"So, uh… I’ve been thinking," he began, trying to sound casual. "Spider-Woman's pretty cool, huh?"

You froze for a second but quickly recovered, keeping your face neutral. "Sure," you muttered, not looking up.

"Yeah, I mean, she’s, like, super badass, right? Saving people, swinging through the city, beating up bad guys…" He trailed off, gauging your reaction.

"Do you have a point, or are you just going to waste my time?" you asked flatly, still typing.

"Okay, hear me out." He leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "What if I told you I know who Spider-Woman is?"

That made you pause. You looked up at him, your expression carefully blank. "And who do you think she is?"

Gojo grinned, leaning back in his chair like he was the smartest person in the world. "I think it’s one of my friends, you know. Someone really close to me."

Your stomach dropped, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you raised an eyebrow, feigning disinterest. "You really think the world revolves around you, don’t you?"

Gojo's grin only widened, as if your deflection confirmed his suspicions. "Oh, come on," he said, his tone teasing but smug. "I didn’t say everything revolves around me. Just most things. But Spider-Woman? She’s definitely orbiting somewhere in my galaxy."

You rolled your eyes, shoving a notebook into your bag. "You sound ridiculous, Satoru. Maybe Spider-Woman’s got better things to do than deal with your ego."

"Maybe," he mused, leaning forward on the desk, "or maybe she’s hiding in plain sight, pretending to be all calm and collected while secretly being a total under our noses. Just saying, I’ve got a pretty good radar for these things."

You froze yet again for the briefest second but recovered quickly, you grabbed your bags and shut your laptop close. Snapping your bag shut to go home. "Your radar’s broken," you muttered. "Try focusing on this project instead of your conspiracy theories."

He laughed, leaning back in his chair again. "You’re fun when you’re annoyed, you know that? But fine, I’ll drop it."

You didn’t reply, slinging your bag over your shoulder and walking away. But as you headed for the exit door, Gojo called after you, his voice playful and full of confidence.

"See you tomorrow! Spider- I mean y/n"

You didn’t stop, didn’t turn around, but your grip on your bag tightened. He was getting too close—way too close.

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As Gojo rode home in his sleek car, chauffeured by his driver, his mind buzzed with theories. He needed to confirm everything he saw. if you really were the spider woman. And to do that, he had to meet Spider-Woman again.

The idea made him grin—dangerous, mischievous, and reckless, just like always. How hard could it be to catch your attention? you always seemed to be around when things went south. Maybe it was time to stir the pot.

Satisfied, Gojo leaned back, staring out at the city lights as rain began to fall, pattering softly against the car window. He cracked the window slightly, letting the cool, damp air wash over his face.

The city looked alive, glowing under the rain-soaked streetlights. It gave him the perfect excuse to act on his latest harebrained idea.

He casually leaned forward, tapping his driver on the shoulder. "Hey, take the long route tonight. I need some fresh air."

The driver frowned in the rearview mirror. "It’s pouring, sir. Are you sure?"

"Positive."

He waited until the car slowed down on a quieter street lined with tall buildings. Without a word, Gojo suddenly threw the car door open and bolted into the rain.

"Sir?!" the driver shouted, slamming the brakes, but Gojo was already out of sight.

Ignoring the downpour, Gojo sprinted to the nearest building and grabbed hold of the fire escape ladder. He climbed effortlessly, raindrops sliding down his face as his soaked clothes clung to him. His breathing grew heavier, but exhilaration coursed through him as he reached the rooftop.

Drenched and panting, he stood at the edge of the rooftop, his grin widening as he looked down at the shimmering streets below. Rain fell harder, a steady roar that filled the silence around him.

"Alright, Spider-Woman," he muttered, his voice almost drowned by the rain. "Come and save me."

And with zero hesitation, he stepped off the edge.

The rush of air and rain hit him like a shockwave, his hair whipping back as he plummeted. The ground raced toward him at an alarming rate, the city lights blurring into streaks. Arms spread wide, Gojo’s grin never faltered.

This is either the dumbest or the smartest thing I’ve ever done, he thought, completely unbothered.

Before the thought could settle, a sharp thwip pierced through the sound of rushing wind. A sticky, webbed line wrapped around his waist, yanking him upward with jarring force.

You reeled him up in seconds, landing you both on a nearby rooftop with a thud.

Gojo looked up at you, still grinning despite the rain dripping from his hair. "Took you long enough."

You let go of him roughly, stepping back with your hands on your hips. Your mask couldn’t hide the sheer disbelief in your voice. "Do you want to die?"

"Not particularly," he replied nonchalantly, shaking water from his hands. "But I did want to see you."

"I thought we agreed you weren’t going to do this again. Why?" you asked, crossing your arms and tilted your head.

The rain was still pouring.

Gojo, however, didn’t seem fazed. In fact, he was grinning as he sauntered closer, closing the distance between you until his chest was practically brushing against yours.

His thoughts, clearly, were somewhere else entirely.

"You two are the same height too," he murmured under his breath, almost like he was talking to himself.

"What are you—"

"Never mind," he cut you off, shaking his head as though to clear it.

You glared at him harder, not in the mood for his games. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Well," he began, dragging out the word like it was some grand revelation, "I never actually said I’d stop, did I?"

Your eye twitched inside your mask. "you were apologizing that day."

"And I did. But that does mean I would stop." he nodded as if his logic made any sense and smiled. his white hair flopping.

"That’s not how this works—"

"And besides," he interrupted again, this time actually pouting. "You didn’t reply to me."

You stared at him in disbelief as he stomped his foot like a child throwing a tantrum. The audacity of this man.

"You nearly died because I didn’t reply to your ridiculous email?" you snapped, your voice rising.

Gojo leaned back dramatically, as if your words had physically struck him. "Ridiculous? Wow, okay, now I’m offended."

"Good," you shot back, pointing a finger at his chest. "Maybe you’ll think twice next time you decide to jump off a rooftop!"

He grinned again, leaning in closer until your finger pressed against his chest. "Maybe I just wanted to see you. Is that so bad?"

Your hand fell to your side as you took a step back, suddenly feeling like the air between you had shifted. His grin softened, his blue eyes locked on yours like he could see right through the mask.

Then, he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear despite the cold rain. His voice was low, almost a purr.

"I know who you are, Spider-Woman. I know you."

Before you could respond, he tilted his head slightly and pressed a kiss to your neck through the damp fabric of your suit.

Your heart raced, each beat pounding louder than the rain in your ears. You froze, every nerve in your body on high alert. He knows.

How did he—?

How?

His proximity, his voice, the way he had shifted so quickly from pouting and stomping to this... whatever this was.

You need to go... oh God. He really knows. You need to walk up from whatever spell he put you on. You had thought he was just guessing.

You tried to steady your breathing, backing away step by step, the weight of his words pressing down on you like a physical force. Your heart was pounding, and your mind screamed at you to move, to get away.

Without another thought, you turned and bolted. You didn’t even know where you were running to—just that you needed to get far, far away from him.

The rain has already soaked through your suit as you leapt from the rooftops, your breath ragged. You needed the ground beneath your feet, something solid, something real to convince yourself this wasn’t happening.

“Y/N! Spider-Woman!”

His voice cut through the night, growing louder as he chased after you.

You ducked into a dark alley, pressing yourself against the wall and trying to disappear into the shadows. Your hands shook as you pulled off your mask for a moment, letting the cool air hit your face. Is this a dream? Did he really kiss my neck?

The realization felt like a storm raging through you, and you couldn’t tell if it was fear, embarrassment, or something else entirely that was making your hands shake.

His voice echoed through the dark alley, persistent and determined, but then came a sudden, panicked scream. It wasn’t just him anymore—you could hear other voices, aggressive and threatening.

Your instincts took over as you pulled your mask back on and bolted toward the sound.

Two men were on him, struggling to take whatever valuables they could find. Gojo was on the ground, his usual confidence replaced by a rare flicker of panic. He was trying to fight off the best he could but with no results.

It took seconds to act. You swooped down, taking them on swiftly. One man lunged with a knife, and though you dodged, the blade grazed your arm, leaving a sharp sting. Gritting your teeth, you didn’t let it slow you down.

With precision and force, you subdued them both, tying them up before they even had a chance to realize what had hit them.

Once they were secured, your eyes flicked to Gojo. He was still on the ground, staring up at you with wide eyes, his usual grin nowhere to be found. You gave him a quick once-over—he seemed fine, just shaken.

Satisfied, you turned away, preparing to launch yourself back into the air. But just as your feet left the ground, a strong hand grabbed your ankle, yanking you down.

You gasped, flipping upside down as he pulled you back, leaving you dangling face to face with him.

“I... I’m fine,” he stammered, his voice trembling slightly but growing steadier with every word. His eyes, filled with something you couldn’t quite name, locked onto yours. “But... stay with me. Please.”

The rain continued to pour around you, the alley dim and quiet except for the sound of your breathing and his desperate plea. It's a narrow space making him really close.

Your back pressed against the wall, your breath shallow, and your heart racing so loudly you swore he could hear it. Gojo’s gaze stayed locked on yours as he stepped closer, his confidence unwavering. There was no escape now—not from him. He already knew, and the realization sent a wave of both dread and relief washing over you.

Before you could muster a word, his hand slipped to the back of your head, his touch firm yet gentle. He leaned in and kissed you—through the mask.

It was awkward and strange—kissing upside down with fabric between you—but the tenderness in the gesture made you freeze. His lips moved softly, unhurried, as though he wanted to savor every second. Your eyes widened in shock, your mind screaming at you to move, to do something. But your heart? Your heart betrayed you, hammering so wildly you feared it might give everything away.

When he pulled back, a small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. His blue eyes, piercing even in the rain-drenched darkness.

Your grip on the web tightened, trembling slightly as you brought one hand to the edge of your mask. Rain trickled down your face as you hesitated, the moment stretching endlessly before you finally pulled it off.

The mask fell away, revealing everything you’d tried so hard to hide.

Gojo’s smile widened, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. You saw it all in his eyes—the understanding, the mischief, and something deeper, something that made your chest ache.

Before he could react, before he could say something to break the moment, you pulled him in, your lips meeting his with a sudden urgency.

The kiss was real now—no barriers, no hesitation. It was raw, messy, and electric, the rain soaking both of you as the world around you faded into nothing. His hands moved to steady you, holding you like he didn’t want you to slip away again.

Gojo's lips trailed from your mouth to your cheeks, then to your nose, each kiss lingering as if he were trying to memorize every part of you. When he reached your neck, the position—hanging upside down—made the blood rush to your head, amplifying every sensation.

His lips were warm and soft, his movements deliberate as he left a trail of kisses along your skin. When he reached the sensitive spot just below your jaw, you couldn't help the small, involuntary moan that escaped your lips.

Gojo froze for a moment, his lips still pressed to your neck, before he chuckled softly against your skin. "Was that a moan?" he teased, his voice low and velvety, sending shivers down your spine.

"Shut up," you muttered, though the words lacked any bite. Your breath hitched as he kissed that same spot again, slower this time, and your grip on the web tightened.

He didn’t let up. His kisses became softer, deeper, as if he were trying to consume every sound you made, swallowing each gasp and moan like they were his own. His arms tightened around you, holding you in place as if afraid you'd disappear the moment he let go.

"Gojo," you whispered, voice shaky, barely audible over the sound of the rain.

"Say my name again," he murmured against your skin, his tone smug but laced with something deeper.

You wanted to push him away, to regain some sense of control, but his lips found another sensitive spot, and your resolve crumbled. The way he kissed you, the way he held you—it wasn’t just playful anymore. There was an intensity in his touch, a need, a desperation that mirrored your own.

"Let me breathe," you managed to say between gasps, though the words were weak and your hands betrayed you by gripping his shirt instead of pushing him away.

"Not a chance," he murmured, a grin evident in his voice as he pressed another kiss to your neck.

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THE UPSIDE DOWN KISS JDMIFHJFNRUBFDEIEOFNUGBF

happy birthday my glorious king 🤴 🔵👄🔵

(idk who the artist is but credit to them)

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hot artists don't gatekeep

I've been resource gathering for YEARS so now I am going to share my dragons hoard

Floorplanner. Design and furnish a house for you to use for having a consistent background in your comic or anything! Free, you need an account, easy to use, and you can save multiple houses.

Comparing Heights. Input the heights of characters to see what the different is between them. Great for keeping consistency. Free.

Magma. Draw online with friends in real time. Great for practice or hanging out. Free, paid plan available, account preferred.

Smithsonian Open Access. Loads of free images. Free.

SketchDaily. Lots of pose references, massive library, is set on a timer so you can practice quick figure drawing. Free.

SculptGL. A sculpting tool which I am yet to master, but you should be able to make whatever 3d object you like with it. free.

Pexels. Free stock images. And the search engine is actually pretty good at pulling up what you want.

Figurosity. Great pose references, diverse body types, lots of "how to draw" videos directly on the site, the models are 3d and you can rotate the angle, but you can't make custom poses or edit body proportions. Free, account option, paid plans available.

Line of Action. More drawing references, this one also has a focus on expressions, hands/feet, animals, landscapes. Free.

Animal Photo. You pose a 3d skull model and select an animal species, and they give you a bunch of photo references for that animal at that angle. Super handy. Free.

Height Weight Chart. You ever see an OC listed as having a certain weight but then they look Wildly different than the number suggests? Well here's a site to avoid that! It shows real people at different weights and heights to give you a better idea of what these abstract numbers all look like. Free to use.

hii! i was wondering on how you make the words gradient? if you could answer it'd be appreciated ♡.

hii nonniee! <3 so yeah, for the gradients, i used this very convenient text colorizer here. and as of the steps, i'll explain more under the cut! :D

upon arriving at the site, this is the view:

just follow the site's steps! enter your text in Step 1, and then choose the color effects you want in Step 2, there are several options you can try:

pick the colors you want in Step 3 and i personally don't think Step 4 is important so i often skip it

here i choose the horizontal gradient and pick blue and yellow palette. afterwards it'll show you the end result in Step 5:

if you're satisfied with the color combos, you can proceed to the codes. there are 2 kinds of codes generated by the site, but to use it in tumblr post, pick the second one with "html code for this text: (to use on your website)"

copy the whole code and let's move to tumblr. write whatever first in the post as a dummy text and then pick the setting on the right & choose html:

afterwards 2 tabs will appear under your username: the "html" and "preview". we go to the "html" one and it'll show you your post's html codes

here, you see the "title" i wrote earlier in the post, and now replace "title" with the html code from text colorizer webpage:

afterwards, go back to the "preview" tab and voila! :D you have the gradient-colored words!

hope this helps! feel free to come by again if you have further questions :D

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.