you live your life trying to balance having a stable and healthy relationship, finishing your degree and being a superhero. how much more until your sweet, understanding boyfriend gets tired of your excuses for misteriously dissapearing during dates? tags : sfw, smau, established relationship, little angsty?, satoru is sooooo in love :(, attack on titan spoilers!
playing : cirlces by post malone | masterlist ᰔᩚ
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“we don’t know how to thank you enough, spider”
the lady greets you after saving her little daughter from being kidnapped by a suspicious van.
“no need to thank me! just doing everything i can to keep new york city safe and-”
“quick, he’s escaping!”
you turn your head to where the police car was parked and the criminal you just caught was supposed to be, just to find him trying to fight one of the cops while being handcuffed. this motherfucker never gave you no break.
you act fast. you extend your arm and shoot your web in the direction of the enormous raven-haired man until you knock him face down on the floor. the web covers his scarred mouth as he looks at you sideways with that annoyed expression. “not today, buddy.”
you make sure the whole scene is under control and check the time on one of the huge screens in times square. 3.46PM.
you had a movie date with satoru at 4 o’clock. on the other side of town. how convenient. you wrap the thing up with the cops and a few moments later your web clings to the surface of buildings as you swing through the city, praying you arrive on time.
you started dating satoru about three years ago, and exactly four months after that, the spider bit you and your life never was the same again. you were juggling your life as an undercover superhero, trying to finish your studies and getting your degree, and having a beautiful and stable relationship with the boy you were madly in love with. of course, the first thing you asked thee tony stark the first time you met him was if you could tell your boyfriend about you becoming a superhero all of the sudden. and of course he said no.
you were moving as fast as you could. you could not be late today. it was the third time you'd rescheduled this date because of “girl stuff" (criminals and supervillains) kept interrupting your time with your beloved boyfriend.
first, it was fuckass naoya.
the evil little cockroach was planning on blowing up a girls' school while you were in line at the movies with your white-haired boyfriend. beep, spidersense.
naoya had been carrying out terrorist attacks across the country, and the idea of catching the little bastard when he was in your city consumed you. in less than two minutes you managed to think of something: telling your sweet, understanding boyfriend you needed to change your tampon, dashing out to catch naoya and going back to watch the movie with satoru as if nothing had happened. all of that in the time it takes for the trailers to show before the actual movie. that is…15 minutes.
you look to your side to see an excited satoru yapping about how happy he was about this. he was holding your hand with one of his own while the other kept the popcorn bucket close to his chest. he adjusted his black frames on the bridge of his nose as he continued talking.
“i’ve been waiting for this moment since i was sixteen, baby. you have no idea. i haven’t read the last volume of the manga because i wanted to see it on the big screen, and it’s actually happening, like right now!” he looks at you and kisses your cheek. “and i’m so happy i am watching it with you.”
and the winner of worst girlfriend ever goes to you.
“i just really hope armin doesn’t die. he’s the coolest.” he adds.
the lady at the door of the movie theatre looks at you and pays attention as gojo hands her your tickets. behind her the neon lights adorned the movie poster: “attack on titan: the last attack”
“babe, i think my period just arrived. i’m gonna check if i need to grab a pad real quick.”
“but the movie-”
“i’ll be back before it starts! promise!”
except fuckass naoya wasn’t alone. one hour and twenty two minutes later, you came back to the cinema and sneaked into the dark room. you knew you fucked up when instead of listening to the movie dialogue you heard music and the lights were on. you went up the stairs to the seats you had reserved with your boyfriend, just to find an empty seat and a half finished popcorn bucket. you took out your phone and your fingers typed faster than your brain could process what words to say so your boyfriend wouldn't think you were such a shitty person.
and next week, it was sukuna’s fat ass with his little alien friends wanting to burn the fuck out of manhattan bothering your date night.
and you had to think about another lame excuse.
satoru gojo could be a lot of things, but stupid was not one of them.
gojo was starting to find your misterious disapearings quite suspicious. he has never ever been in a relationship before you, and you remember how difficult it was for him to slowly come out of his shell and show you his true sself to you. he started to grow insecurities. were you not in love in him anymore? did you find someone else? were you already seeing someone else?
he tried his best to erase those thoughts. afer all, the man was hopelessly in love with you. he could not think wrong of you even if he tried. but you just kept explaining less each time he asked what you were doing, and he noticed how careful you have started to act around him
and third, just a couple moments ago, it was big bum toji zenin fucking up your romantic plans.
now now, let’s get back to where we were.
you arrive at the infamous movie theatre. finally.
you land on an alley next to the big building to detransform and get back into your normal clothing. you grab your phone and check your time. 4:42 pm. fuck.
you were dying to tell him the truth.
but keeping him alive was more important than anything.
what if someone found out he was important to you? they would use that against you. hurt him, kidnap him, maybe even-
you couldn’t. this was your life to deal with. he had nothing to do with all of this. and it was better if he was not involved at all. it was safer, smarter. you would do anything to keep satoru safe, even if that meant making him hate you.
the next few days passed like a normal week. you noticed gojo a little bit more distant, but nothing really concerning. you thought about ending things with him the second your…job? started to get more serious. when creatures from other planets you suddenly had to finish off came along you understood you were involved in some serious shit. not just helping the old lady from the block get her cat back from the top of the tree (which of course you did too).
satoru spent those days thinking.
with this behaviours of yours, he had to think about a way to keep you. a way to get your attention back from whatever was distracting you from your pretty and thoughtful boyfriend, whatever was keeping you away from him.
he called choso up. he asked him what he thought about the situation. with a tired voice and a sigh, his friend replied:
“i don’t know man..jus’… make her jealous or something. that will piss her off”
choso kamo has never ever been in a relationship before. no one with a functioning brain would follow any romantic advice from him. with the sole exception of satoru gojo, of course.
so, first things first. how to make her beautiful girlfriend jealous? and most importantly, with who?
satoru thought, again.
shoko? would’t make sense, that’s your best friend.
utahime? yeah…no thanks.
it had to be someone he looks up at. someone almost impossible to bag. someone hot and attractive. he just wanted to give you a little taste of your own medicine. a little scold for ignoring him these days. of course he was not even close to thinking of cheating. he just wanted to get your attention, and he was willing to do the dumbiest shit to get there.
so, as he was walking downtown in the crowded new york streets, he found an answer. he looked up at the big billboard in front of him. there it was, he had it just before his eyes. red and blue all over the place.
someone he looks up at? check.
impossible to bag? check.
hot and atrractive? … oh mama, check.
who could be more accurate for this mission than the girl who stealed every manhattan men’s breaths? oh he could already imagine your face, all red and grumpy. he adjusted his glasses and crossed the street towards the magazine shop. the nice man greeted him and asked him what was he looking for.
“i would like that spidergirl poster, please. yeah, the big one.”
Spider-jo has a crush on editor-in-chief Sukuna’s wife ! 1k
⚠️: Infidelity, Age Gap (You : late 30s ; Satoru : early 20s), Fluff, Rivalry, Crack, Loving Husband + Boy-toy, Suggestive, Spitting & Swallowing, Implied P in V, Fingering, CEO Satoru, Orgasm Denial, Ass-smacking, Stalking, DIRTY TALKKK!!! HCs with a sprinkle of plot
Spider-jo who is actually CEO!Satoru Gojo, the only other person your husband truly despises aside from Spider-man. He thinks Satoru is a spoiled son of a bitch whose parents are prolific elitists. Internally, you think his argument against the young man is stupid. The Sukunas wealth is and has always been staggering, dare I say, (almost) on par with the Gojos.
“Y’know what, I’d bet if alternate universes are real, in one of them, I’d be choking out that Gojo kid.” He scoffs at the dining table full of Tokyo’s richest people while drinking his third glass of whiskey tonight.
You only laugh softly as to not put your husband down in front of his friends and/or acquaintances (you don’t really know, you’re just here in a beautiful black tie gown to support your husband).
From the other table, where Satoru sits, you hear laughing with all the smiles directed towards him. For a moment, he catches your gaze, smiles, and winks; he does it all to see your pretty face turn red.
Of course, your husband notices; he always does. Even from across the room, he sees how that stupid nepo baby playboy basks in your glow.
Editor-in-chief Sukuna who gets jealous easily, so he drags you out of the event only to deny you SEVERAL orgasms at home. If you like Satoru so much that you’d stare, then you should get used to not cumming properly, no?
“‘Kuna… please…” You whine, legs shaking and pussy leaking from hours of being teased.
“Nah, you can hold it in for one more.” He says as he stops circling his finger on your clit. For a minute, he lets your pussy calm down only to have his middle finger come back crashing onto your sensitive and overstimulated bud.
“Sukuna!!” You cry, but the stupid smirk on his face doesn’t falter. He gets off on this, denying your pleasure—hearing you beg. You married a twisted man.
CEO!Satoru who then crawls one the grand walls of your home as Spider-jo upon hearing your pleas a mile away. Now, it’s his turn to make you feel good. Surely, you’d come out the balcony if he knocked on the glass, no? He’s heard rumors of you rereading the front page on your husband’s tabloids to stare at his picture.
Spider-jo who’s kind of a stalker when it comes to you. As in, he keeps tabs on what you like, what you don’t like, who you’re with, and why the hell you’re staying with your asshole husband, who he admits, isn’t an asshole to you.
CEO!Satoru who uses the newfound knowledge to charm you every time your brute of a husband brought you to events, which is every single time.
Editor-in-chief Sukuna who’s only nice to you. He remembers having girlfriends in college who he’d dump out of nowhere. But you, he can never let go of you. Yeah, he likes annoying you and seeing your face scrunch, but he’d rather hurt himself than ever even think of harming you.
You don’t know it, but at night, when he comes home late, he whispers sweet apologies in your ear, unaware that you’ve been fucked by his arch nemesis just an hour before.
And at those events he loves to take you to? Oh he’s absolutely oh so protective. Always an arm around your waist, always whispering in your ear, and always watching your drink. But he’s never EVER dictated what you should wear. Yeah, he’s obsessive as fuck, but he’s not a loser!
Spider-jo who reveals his identity to you on a random Tuesday. Although, you already had your assumptions when he fucked you stupid. You saw his cleanly trimmed pubes—white as snow.
Editor-in-chief Sukuna who’s hopelessly devoted to you and his girl (your cunt) that sucks him in no matter how many times he’s cum in you. God, he’s obsessed. All he wants is you, now and forever.
You love your husband dearly, but you really want to feel other dicks in your pussy. It’s not your fault that biology isn’t on your side! Hormones and all that shit…
You’re not evil, right? If anyone else was in your place, they’d let THE Satoru Gojo go to town on them regardless of what their marital status is like. Anyone who says otherwise is either straight, lesbian, or lying.
Spider-jo who fucks you so well, it’s actually scary. You see stars, and you swear you’re almost sent to heaven, or perhaps hell, when he drills into your poor hole. One time, he almost broke your bed, and you started crying, thinking your husband was going to find out and call you a whore.
Editor-in-chief Sukuna who you find out has always known about your little arrangement with the friendly neighborhood crawler boy. He doesn’t mind—doesn’t even bat an eye when you seem a little chipper on days you meet him. Honestly, it gets him kind of hard when you writhe under him, screaming his name instead of the scrawny motherfucker with a face so utterly disgusting that he has to hide it.
Maybe he can share you with the masked stranger for as long as you keep being sweet to him. He only wants to see his wife smile, nothing more, nothing less.
CEO!Satoru who uses the pink-haired hunk’s patience for you to his advantage. Under the guise of hidden “tips,” he teases Sukuna about your alleged relationship with Spider-man. The next day, every newspaper in town was filled with the headline, “COSTUMED FREAK: UNMASKED!” Oh, he’s fucked.
I KNOW Sukuna is his last name, I just think it’s cuter. Calling people by their last name is normal in my culture, it harms no one. If you don’t like it, don’t consume my content.
i knooooowww the spiderman!gojo is really popular but i need to know WHICH spiderman fits gojo more. i say andrew garfield, and ino is more tom holland spider man :p. also please consider (and send me) fics with superman!nanami. PLEASE i need him you have no idea...
