#got dayum that’s a lotta tags

[msm-tsotmw]

( . . . )

(H..lo?)

Hello? You awake?

(Sprigg tries to blink their eyes open. Their glasses are somehow still intact.)

Ugh… huh?! Where am I? Who are you?!?

Oh, you are! You’re on Air Island. My friends and I found you and your friends lying on the beach unconscious, so we brought you up here!! I’m Strootheo, by the way, but you can just call me Theo. Anyways, you’re alive!

(@paidexp it’s the bird :D)

Uh… where are they?

Um, who?

My friends. You said they were unconscious too.

Oh, they’re just outside doing stuff! I don’t know exactly WHAT they’re doing, though, but I think I saw one of them try to jump off of a chair while the other started trying to make friends with literally everyone on the island.

“Make friends with literally everyone…” sounds like Toorie. Uh, can I get out of this bed now?

Oh, sure! I think Toorie told me that she was “worried sick” about you earlier. I think she’s by the bakery, eating a Big Salad with some Mammott.

You mean Mondo?

Uh… yeah, probably!

Oh, okay.

…Wait, what about Mauna?

Ehhh… who?

She’s about the same height as Mondo, has a volcano for a head, and carries a bright red bag around with her.

Oh, right, her! Yeah, I think she was talking with Xever about the “Dawn of Fire” or something like that. No idea what that’s about, haha!

(theo , are you done trying to talk to the fluffy green thing ?)

Oh, right! Yeah, I am, actually. Wait, what did you say was your name again, uh, green one?

Sprigg.

Ah, okay! Yeah, uh, Sprigg, this is Shwam! She’s kinda shy, but she knows their way around here. :)

uhhhhh , hi ? um , i can lead you to your friends if you want …

That would be convenient, thanks.

okay , uhhhhhhh , i saw two of them over there by the bakery . i’ll lead ya there .

Okay, thanks, Shwam.

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its been a while and we still havent seen sprigg

do you think theyre dead or smth

What ?! No , No !! They’re Probably Just Studying Their Surroundings , Like How They Usually Do On New Islands . Let’s Just Hope They’re Fine !!

Plus , Mauna Managed To Survive Being In Water , So I’m Sure They’re Okay .

uh … are these your friends , sprigg ?

Yeah.

Oh , Sprigg !! It’s You !! Welcome Back :D

we thought you fucking died

(Toorie nudges Mondo, still smiling.)

…You what?

(Mondo-)

nothing

i jumped off a chair btw

I know. Theo told me.

Uhh , Who’s Theo ?

the pink bird guy with one leg who checked on us to see if we were ok

Oh , Right ! It !

Anyways , We’re Glad You’re Back .

Yeah, I could tell.

…So are you two gonna save that Big Salad for me and Mauna?

Of Course !! We’re Not Leaving Anyone Out .

speaking of mauna where tf is she

Theo told me she was talking with this guy named Xever.

i think i may know where she is … want me to go get her ?

Yeah, that’d be convenient. It’s dinner time for me and my friends anyways, and I don’t think she’d want to miss out on this, uh… salad.

okay , i’ll go get her .

~~~~~~~a few minutes later~~~~~~~

… uhm , she’s here ! i have to go now , though … uh , bye .

Okay , thank you , Shwam ! I highly appreciate your help .

you’re welcome . you can , uhh , eat , now .

Hi , guys !

Hey , Mauna !! :DD

sup

Hi. Toorie and Mondo apparently ordered this huge fucking salad, and there is NO WAY they’re gonna be able to finish it by themselves.

O-oh . Uh , you two ordered THIS ?

what

we were hungry af

(Mondo Had No Idea What He Was Thinking When He Ordered This .)

Oh . Okay … let us dig in , then !! I have not eaten anything in a WHILE .

…Uh, what?

What ? I was trapped in amber , and I did not have much to eat on the boat ride ! Anyways , this salad looks DELICIOUS .

…Yeah. I guess you could say that.

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hgaujvHvhgvajhgvaygvhGJHGAJYGAJBJHbjhabuhbauyg sorry for not posting today!! as I said on my main, I had to go with my grandma to an appointment, then to a restaurant w/ my family, then I got a haircut and some parts of my hair dyed pink B)

dying hair takes a lot of time tho so yeah

that’s why I took so long to post-

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

[allurenamin-moved]

⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰'𝐬 ; 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨'𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚.

synopsis ⇢ "miguel o'hara's ass. that's it. that's the tweet," said a 1.1k word drabble.

pairing ⇢ miguel o'hara x spider woman!reader

tags⇢ fluff, a hint of crack, established relationship + shameless gawking, ass grabbing (consensual), using miguel's ass as a pillow, miggy secretly being an attention whore - again, it's just a whole lotta miggy's ass :)

author's note ⇢ reposting from my old blog! :)

all rights reserved ©allurenamin 2023. reposting, copying and translating is not allowed. reblogs and feedback are always appreciated!

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All throughout today, it kept coming back to you, eliciting a cheeky smirk you thought had been hidden well behind the computer screen. Miguel thought about it too, mused on it - grinned at it when he was certain you weren’t looking. 

It’s that little thing you seem to have in common. Thinking that nobody is looking. Pretending that nobody is looking.

Today’s blissful affair was the latter; rarely was there a moment where Miguel fell short of his mighty place on the blasé-scale. Rarely was there ever a time where the inhibition of eye contact had been the one to save him. 

He heard it. Oh, he heard it. The easy distinction between you and Jessica throughout the two seconds of your hushed, simultaneous “Dayum”, each syllable as dissociative as a nun and a stripper. He heard it so loud that he could picture it too; teardrop-shaped eyes of your masks widening in spite of their purpose. Necks breaking and stretching - a sightseeing contest in its own right as the curiosity towards your silent commotion spreads like wildfire. 

Like always, his broad shoulders were a big help, not hunched in embarrassment as a quick turn of his head towards the gawking congregation compels the entire cafeteria to follow suit, looking in all sorts of directions that weren’t his. 

You were the only one who hadn't missed it. His first smile of the day, surely remaining plastered on his beautiful face as he continues to head out, resuming the glee of your wandering eyes upon his backside whilst he was left to pretend as if you hadn’t uttered the cringiest spanglish interjection he’d ever heard in his life. 

That was a couple of hours ago. Six, to be exact. And still, he wouldn’t dare say it out loud; how nice it was knowing that he was looked up to for something more than leadership, or whatever it’s called - and yes, logically, “up” doesn't make for a suitable preposition, but the point has been made. 

You didn’t have to get it out of him, however. You think that that was the beauty of it. Having every inch of his lovely self to yourself. Being the judge of what, and what’s not to love about him - and, spoiler alert, to you, there’s nothing to not love about him.

 Never once being a secret, you did, in fact, love every inch of him. 

Every. Inch.

Everyday. 

But especially today. 

That much had been made abundantly clear. 

A faint thud had nothing to pull you away from, enkindling a quiet smile in lieu of a response muffled by the toothpaste having foamed in your mouth. You rinse, speedily concluding your nightly routine, only to find yourself against the doorframe again, fondly eyeing a sleepy boyfriend in holographic spandex, laying on his stomach, whose histrionic landing on the bed could be heard from next door. 

His face squeezed up against a pillow hadn’t stopped him from saying it - now’s the time for you to do what you couldn’t earlier. “Y’know, next time, If you’ve got something to say to me, just say it.” You tilt your head, failing to follow before he adds on, “And, I promise you, I’m totally okay with you speaking about my ass in English.” 

At that, a loud cackle escapes your throat as your hand is now the only thing against the doorframe, “So I see, It’s the reviews that you’re upset with.”

A sigh, one that he thought wasn't audible, spells the decision to play along with a grunt, “You know what? Yeah. You could’ve done a lot better than that.” 

You giggle again, quietly, as if denying his correctness was the new challenge. Yes, he was never wrong, despite the amount of times that same declaration had been met with soft eyerolls and giggles.

He’s never wrong. And sometimes it hurts. Makes him squeal unexpectedly like that one time his left asscheek had been met with a squeeze a little sooner than he expected. An eight o’clock briefing, where your stunt brewed a temporary relief as his umpteenth “the fate of the multiverse” had been cut short with something a little more comical. 

You remember that because he scolded you, like always, which landed him with two grabby, ten-fingered apologies finding home on his backside again. 

He’d officially accepted it now. You know this because… well… you strongly believe that he hasn’t any other reason to be in the position he is in right now, if not an obvious invitation. 

Hands itch, and you ignore them by resuming the conversation, “Honestly, I don’t think I even need to say anything,” you move a few steps closer, and Miguel’s face is now a couple of millimeters above the dented pillow, head craned in your direction. “I’m pretty sure that the eyes of an entire society would tell me all that I need to know.” 

Yours was only a partial truth. You knew that a full description wouldn’t do you any damage. Plump. Fat. Round. Squeezable. The list could go on, like a scroll rolling from New York all the way to Los Angeles. 

Especially now. And Miguel truly knew what he was in for.

“Oh yeah?” he responds, and you hear it. Something like a smirk. 

“You’re famous, Miggy,” you mischievously affirm, “And it’s not fair.” 

“It’s not fair that you're not the only one who loves my ass? Is that supposed to be affirming?” 

You raise an eyebrow, probing this fresh, new sense of self. “I knew it,” is all you come up with. 

“You knew what?”

“S’nothing, Miggy. I’m tired. We’ll talk later.” 

And, effortlessly, he’d been convinced that that was that, which is not common. It took quite a lengthy round of shuffling, what he guessed to be you looking for your favorite pink bonnet, a quest that will soon end with you next to him. Hopefully in his arms.

Boy, was he wrong.

His lesson, learned the hard way, had allowed for a reaction he’s not used to, cheeks heating up like he’s in a damn sauna as your head makes home upon his newly discussed body part. It came to the part where he had to agree with everyone - agree fully on the palpable appreciability of his ass as you sigh comfortably. And even so, he still had the nerve to ask, “W-what are you doing?”

“Making myself comfortable, duh.” 

You knew damn well what you’re doing, hands joining in to act like his ass was a pillow that needed fluffing. It is a win-win situation, really. That meek smile and hot face could be seen from Uganda, all the more reason to have you pressing your face against his pump cheeks, offering another sigh of contentment. 

Miguel chuckles softly, accepting defeat and hastening the beating of your little heart, “You are one remorseless little girl, aren’t you?”

“Well, for the record,” you jump in, offering another squeeze to his ass, “I do apologize for causing any workplace discomfort.”  

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[toukatan]

You read every gojohime fic???? That's amazing!!! What are your favourites?

hello anonie! i guess i can say i’ve read at least a good 80% of all the fics, at least. probably. most likely because the fic tag at the start of the year was tiny and now the community’s grown so much there’s almost 600 of them. that’s insane to me. like hello?

i have a lotta fics that come to mind, that i should honestly make a master post on because i love them all. so here are a few many that came to mind immediately as i typed this up.

gojohime fic recommendations!

multichapter

limitations by ohmytheon 

“Parenthood chooses you," her mother used to tell her, but Utahime never understood that saying more than the moment she realized she was pregnant with Gojo Satoru's child. They were never meant to be something serious - never meant to be more than they were - and yet they both suddenly find themselves in a world that doesn't care about their desires - and that brings them closer in a way that no one else can understand. It won't be easy and it won't be kind to either of them, but it appears as if the universe has other plans for them

no one is what they were before by ohmytheon 

The world broke when Gojo Satoru turned on jujutsu society. It's not the hopeful place it was before, but Utahime has never been one to give up. Until she's placed in a dangerous position directly in his path, and she finds herself trapped in a web that doesn't seem intent on ever letting her go.

and touch me like you never by ohmytheon 

In public, Gojo is a special grade bastard, especially to Utahime, and has been all their lives. He knows exactly what insults to throw and what buttons to push to drive her up a wall. In private, however, he's got quite a few other things to tell and show her, which only makes things more confusing. It would be easier if she could avoid him entirely, but for some reason, he won't let her go entirely.

gravity by aerfei

This is Utahime, fierce and indomitable, and this is Satoru, who despite holding the world’s regard, still craves something that Utahime has had all her life. Coming together is sometimes an act of desperation, and sometimes a deliberate choice. Or: An Iori Utahime character study, through the lens of her relationship with Gojo Satoru, starting from the beginning and ending at the Goodwill Event arc. Manga spoilers and (at least 95%) canon-compliant through (at least) chapter 135.

count every single leaf in autumn by florieneofthesea

“I told my family we’re dating.” Utahime’s hand hovers over the door. “What?!” (or: Gojo tells his family that he's dating Utahime to get them off his back, so of course they invite her to the dreaded family dinner™)

favourite colour by otherthingsonhold

At 28, Satoru Gojo's responsibilities only start to multiply. With his clan looking to him to lead the family, and the balance of the universe in his hands, Gojo isn't thinking of much else. But when his mother brings something to his attention, the only thing Gojo can do is follow through. But how is Utahime Iori part of all of this?

gojo catoru by ashittywriter

Utahime is tasked to catsit a suspiciously large Persian dollface cat with pristine white hair, the most boop-able nose, and to top it off the cutest cerulean eyes. Too bad the cat also happens to be her idiotic colleague Gojo Satoru.

at the tail-end of spring by florieneofthesea

Utahime doesn't expect to remember her ex's number off by heart but it comes in handy when she's a little less than sober outside a club in a city she's not familiar with and her battery on three percent. She just wishes things turned out differently for them. (Or, post-break up exploration where outer forces refuse to let them have their happy ending.)

a second chance by onewordmore

In another world, it wasn't Geto who sneered down at humanity, regarding them to be worthless monkeys that deserved to die. In another world, it wasn't Geto who openly defied the Jujutsu Council and brought down terror and fear to all. In another world, it wasn't just Amanai Riko who died that day, amidst the cheers and delighted cries of the insane. And Utahime was going to learn, first hand, the consequences of her own death.

from you to me by onewordmore

A drabble series regarding Gojo and Utahime. From fluff to smut to angst to love. This is going to have it all.

oneshots

oceansize by aerfei

The marriage is arranged by their families, small clans both, with all their hopes and traditions laid gently upon the shoulders of their only heirs -- and yet, this distance is impassable.

under the cover of darkness by ohmytheon

It takes a little alcohol, early morning hours, and a game of truth or dare for Gojo and Utahime to admit some difficult truths to each other.

risk/reward by ohmytheon 

No punishment had ever been more effective in making Gojo do his actual job than receiving praise from his secretary - or more grueling than when Utahime withheld it.

like a good roommate by ohmytheon

Utahime has a problem: her bed wasn't delivered to the new apartment. Her ridiculous roommate, Gojo, has a solution - but he's kind of panicking on the inside.

aware of us by halspur 

“We did alright, didn’t we?” Gojo put his phone down after taking several dozen photos of Tsumiki walking across the stage, his eyes soft. “I mean, we were just kids, too.”

love song by halspur

“Because you’re weak.” Gojo said, muffled into the thin skin of her throat. “I can’t leave you alone.”

tear you apart by halspur

“I don’t want to be mean to you,” Utahime’s cheek was pressed into his spine, her voice muffled. “I like you.”

cuddles are for clean boyfriends by just_trying_my_best_everyday

Utahime finds Gojo Satoru sitting right behind the door, blindfold hanging on his neck, completely soaked in blood and petting her cat with both hands. And he stinks.

honey by florieneofthesea

Gojo Satoru experiences love a decade before he fully realises it.

roots by florieneofthesea 

At the start of winter, Utahime starts to cough up blood. She thinks maybe its just the lingering damage from her last mission, but the coughing persists and it starts to scratch her throat, and itch at her lungs and when she finally makes the trip to Tokyo to ask Shoko for her help, she doesn't even get the first word out. Shoko welcomes her at the entrance to Tokyo Metropolitan Technical School and Utahime hacks up a single, pale blue petal, smattered with blood. She stares down at the flora on the ground and wonders if she's been cursed. Utahime looks up, and Shoko's eyes are wide.

to have and to hold by ashittywriter

“M’sorry," Gojo said his voice slurring at the end. "But please go away, I have a girlfriend." Utahime blinked in confusion. What the fuck? 

souvenir by PrettyKittyLuvsU

“Aha!” Gojo tugged something out of his pocket, his long fingers curled around it as he held his hand behind his back. His other hand waved before him, a cheeky grin splitting his lips. “Ora, ora! Hold out your hand.” Utahime stared flatly. “Ora, ora!” Gojo persisted, continuing to wave his hand as he grinned. “Hold out your hand already!” Utahime scowled at the hand swaying infront of her face. She had half a mind to slap the man instead, but her students were closely watching. Even Gojo’s students, the second years mainly—for Sukuna’s vessel was apologizing profusely as the brown haired girl continued kicking him while the quiet one made no effort to stop her— looked in fascination at whatever ridiculous souvenir Gojo wanted to hand her. Utahime slowly lifted her arm, already planning on throwing the thing back in Gojo’s annoying face. Gojo gets Utahime a very special kind of souvenir. Set during the start of the Goodwill arc.

dayum this exposes me huh? i do be reading a lot but what can i say i love to see it. all these fics are amazing, to the writers y’all are doing fantastically like my goodness you be really putting ya girl in a loop with some of these fics with your plot-lines and doing it flawlessly. can’t thank them enough for them, their hard work and time!

be sure to show the writers some love and support with comments, bookmarks and fight that dayum kudos button when it smiles at you because lemme leave more—

i think they’d really really appreciate it when they hear the bing and be sure to check out all of their stories including the ones in the pairing tag! happy readings 😙✨