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[vivrabag]

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[themancorialist]

Aytoun Street, Manchester.

[yarnings]

Look, I'm talking about diaper changes here. Specifically about factors that make them unpleasant. (Yes, we all know that the answer is "using disposables", but I'm being more specific.) You may well want to scroll past.

I will preface this by saying that yes, I know that commenting on public stuff on Facebook is a horrible idea, but sometimes the stupid is just too strong. The number of parents who think that changing cloth diapers is grosser than changing disposable ones was impossible to ignore. (If you are washing your own I will entertain the argument that you find having to deal with the disposable diaper garbage less gross than the diaper laundry, yes.)

But what gets me is that there are apparently large numbers of parents who not only don't dump diapers into the toilet (confession time: I've pretty much never done that, because when the change table in the airport washroom is located poorly, that's just not happening), they are unaware that that's what you're supposed to do. Not just "wait, you're supposed to do what?" but "that's stupid, why would anyone do that?". And yes, the follow-up wasn't "why would someone go to that much bother" but "why would they tell you to do it"

Can we maybe, as a society, agree that keeping biohazards out of the dump is a good thing?

[lemedy]

love when I love a book so much that it's like welp, guessing I'm reading the author's entire catologue then.

[avocado-writing]

i neeeed smth silly with wade and his s/o having a stereotypical teenage girls' sleepover- painting their nails, gossiping about boys (logan) and trying to style wade's wack ass wig.

sigh unfortunately i am in love with The Idiot

Honestly? You’re pretty fucking happy.

Wade is incredibly attentive. A goofball, sure, and the kinda guy to take things a little too far sometimes - but he can always tell when there’s something wrong. You’ve been far too stressed. Work has been getting you down, too much pressure with not enough appreciation, and it just feels like you’re being ground into the dirt by someone’s heel. Your usual enthusiasm when you come home has been ablated and you’ve barely been able to give Wade a smile recently. 

So tonight, when you walk in with gloom heavy around you, you’re pleasantly surprised when the apartment is lit with candles and your favourite album is playing quietly on the stereo. Wade looks up from where he’s judging between two facemasks. 

“Okay, we can go with ‘jasmine tranquillity’ or ‘rose seduction’. I’m feeling ‘rose seduction’, but maybe that’s because sensuality is my middle name. Well, one of my middle names. Wade Winston Sensuality Wilson.”

You put your work bag down and fix him with the smile which can’t help rising over your face. 

“What’s all this?”

“I couldn’t have my pookie ending their week on a bum note. I co-opted the place for ourselves tonight.”

“And Logan doesn’t care? Al?”

“Out drinking and at bridge, respectively. I’ll let you guess which one’s where.”

The image of your gruffest housemate sitting across from three retirees while playing cards makes you snort, and Wade knows he’s got you. 

Now? Now the facemask is smelling the room with soft perfume and you’re swilling your Merlot around in its glass, watching as Wade holds one of your bare feet in his lap and carefully applies red to your nails. There are curlers in your hair but none in his wig, because god knows you refuse to touch that thing any more than you absolutely have to. 

“This wine is nice,” you hum, slightly buzzed from the two glasses you’ve already had.

“It’s not, it was ten dollars, but once you’ve had enough you stop noticing that it tastes like ass,” he replies. Yeah, okay, he’s right. You down the rest of it and lean back against the sofa, watching him work as your vision swims a little. 

“You’re really good at this,” you hum. Wade doesn’t tear his eyes away from where he’s applying varnish in neat, diligent strokes. 

“I can sever a guy’s spine through his first and second lumbar vertebrae from thirty feet away. I’ve got steady hands, babe.” As easily as if he was commenting on the weather he holds up a small tray of press-on decals. “Now, do you want the little apples or the little cherries?”

You snort, gleeful. “Oh my god Wade, did you get those from Claire’s?”

“Yes I did. I went into Claire’s today because I’m confident in my masculinity and it’s a wonderful, joyous place to be.”

“… did Laura go in with you so you wouldn’t feel weird?”

“Yukio. I’m picking the cherries,” he decides with an air of finality. You cradle your woozy head in your arms and sigh, happily. 

“I love you, Wade.”

Finally he looks up, his face melting into a smile. 

“Yeah, I love you too. Now do you wanna watch Definitely, Maybe or Bridget Jones tonight?”

“Bridget Jones. You get weird when we watch the other one.”

“Heh, yeah,” he agrees. 

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[buzzinrusso]

i met sarah in the bathroom

Based off of this song by awfultune.

In honor of reaching 300 followers!!

Warnings :smut ,fingering , public sex ,cunnilingus ,'friends' to lovers.

Sorry for any spelling mistakes, english isn't my first language!!

She met you at a party, you were holding a blunt in your left hand while your right hand sported your phone .

You had your braids up in a half up half down style using a colourful Walmart claw clip, wearing a long black dress that fitted your body perfectly, with your sunglasses resting perfectly on you head .

By your side was your bag that carried about fifteen Keychains, which, amazingly, suited your personality.

You were playful, kind, a little mean when you wanted to be . Leah couldn't help but feel a pull towards you, with the piercing that littered your ears and those small tattoos that went around your arms and back.

So, she sat next you.

Then the cycle repeated.

Leah would always find you at parties, it was like you shared a mind when I came to parties, whether it was a friends' party or a pub, you were always there dancing the night away, smoking a cig or a blunt, and then Leah would come up to you and start a conversation.

Each time you talked to know more and more about each other.

Like, you now know that Leah was a gymnast as a child, and Leah knew that you actually wear glasses, something that nobody knew.

You shared secrets, tried new things, you even convinced Leah to smoke a blunt with you.

The flame was undeniably there, ignited and ready to be blown, the flirting , the stolen looks and the secret touches.

It was a night where Leah and her team went to a random pub to celebrate their win in the conti cup that something finally occurred.

She was two drinks deep in her celebration when she spotted you in the swirl of people, your hair was out as you were dancing with whom Leah recognized to be your friend, lisha.

She walked over to you with confidence, asking lisha to hand you over to her .

Lisha happily complied, twirling you over into Leah's arms which immediately roamed over your body.

From your upper body to your hips and waist down to your bum. Her hands on your body felt like she was worshipping you .

"Hey, y/n? " Leah said once you sat down. Your body was basically on top of hers as you reapplied your lip gloss.

"What? "

"You know I really like hanging out with you. " Leah confessed as her cheeks flushed crimson red, Leah thought it wasn't visible due to the flashing lights of the club but with you staring at her like she was the only person in the world.

"I really like hanging out with you too, Lee" you said

"I think I really wanna kiss ya" Leah was sure that it was the alcohol that was talking by now.

You paused as you heard her say those words. "Wait, really? " it was like you couldn't believe what she was saying.

"Yeah but I don't want to scare you, darling. "

Next thing Leah knew, you had grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to the bathroom.

You closed the stall door and pushed Leah against it as you smashed your lips against hers.

Your tongues were at a fight for dominance , which Leah eventually won making you let out a muffled moan into Leah's mouth as her hand teased you through your underwear. "Is this a good idea? "

"Please, baby. " you muttered under your breath, and that, for Leah, was the final straw .

She pushed your panties to the side and let her fingers stroke a few times along your soaking pussy, teasingly letting her fingers slip in a few times , not enough to give you the pleasure you wanted but enough for you to let out a small whine as Leah's mouth drifted from you jaw to your neck, leaving scattered marks around .

Leah's hand drifted up slightly to play with your sensitive bud, making you let out a loud moan which led to Leah wrapping her other hand around your mouth just as a group of girls entered the bathroom.

Annoyingly, that was the moment Leah decided to slip inside of your soaking heat. You tried to suppress your loud moans, but failed as you felt Leah pumping her two fingers in and out of you.

Your loud noises were cut off by Leah kissing you hard.

"Come on, love, just a little more . " Leah couldn't help but moan at the sight of you, sighing in relief as you le juices spilled put onto her hand. "Good girl. " you let out a moan at her words

The football player seductively brought her hand up to her mouth and pushed her digets into her own mouth and sucked,the action making you let out a moan, she then kissed you , giving you a taste of yourself "you see how good you taste darling? " you simply nodded in response, still in a haze

"Words darling. "

"Yes , baby. ", you said in response, slowly dropping down to your knees in front of Leah as you muttered the words, " my turn. "

You looked up at Leah, " can I take these off?" you asked giving her your signature doe eyes that you knew she couldn't say no too.

"Please." She pleaded.

And so, you took off her trousers to be met face to face with her very wet underwear.

You slowly pulled down her panties and immediately dived into Leah like a starved woman , grabbing Leah's this game and hoisting them up to you shoulders as you ate her out.

Your tongue ran over her heat multiple times before zeroing in on her clit, licking and sucking as you wanted to, Leah's moan that were echoing through the empty bathroom only spurring you on.

Your tongue eventually made its way to Leah's entrance and pushed it in. Leah moans as the sensation of you inside her as you nose hit her clit perfectly was pleasuring enough for Leah to come with a loud moan that you were sure was heard by the people outside as you hummed into her pussy.

Leah pushed you away, pulled her pants up, and gave you a small peck before grabbing your arms in the same way that you grabbed hers about 30 minutes ago and pulling out of the stall "you're coming home with me. "

[ratsummer]

Something I've been thinking about is cozy, fleecy ghoul hammocks... You know, like the ones for ferrets??

They're strung up in various parts of the abbey, like the library, sunny corridors, and the ghoul dens. All ghouls are welcome to use them: some are hanging high up in the rafters for nimble air ghouls, others are under skylights for quint ghouls to stargaze. Generally, water and earth ghouls are only tempted in by promises of cuddles from other types of ghouls, as they're more inclined to keeping their feet on the ground.

All this to say, I think Dew LOVES to be up in a hammock. He liked it fine when he was a water ghoul - he'd clamber up with Ifrit or Zephyr, rocking them gently by letting his tail drape over the side and swishing it about. But now that he's fire, he simply can't get enough hammock time.

His favorite hammock is in a quiet, south corridor, strung up high in front of two-story windows. It's not as lofted as the ones the air ghouls favor, but high enough that most of the larger ghouls don't bother with it - perfect for when he needs to hide away. This particular hammock is almost sleeping bag style, with soft, fleecy pockets he can tuck himself into. He's stashed a couple pillows and multiple soft blankets up there too, just for extra coziness.

When Phantom comes along, shy and touch-starved, Dew can't help but immediately introduce him to his favorite hammock. At first, he lets Phantom hide away there by himself when he needs some quiet time to adjust, or when he needs to feel wrapped up and safe with pack smell but he's a little too overstimulated for ghoul cuddles. But before long, Phantom is dragging Dew up for hammock cuddles almost daily.

Poor Swiss has on many occasions gone looking for his sweet little bug, hoping for a cuddle, only to discover he's been secreted away to Dew's hammock - soft purrs and tails poking out the only things giving them away from floor-level. He can't get in there with them: it's a little too awkward of an angle for him to get in without feeling like he's going to plummet to his untimely death, and it also can't support all three of them without ripping off the wall.

Once, Swiss was feeling particularly bummed that they were up there without him - he was feeling needy for his little ghouls, and they'd been up there for hours. Admittedly, he was feeling a little vindictive, so he climbed up the little access ladder to shake them around a bit and whine. Once he got up there though... Well, it was hard to snap a picture with the way his heart was melting, but it's now pinned up on the wall over his nest.

It was hard to see where one ghoul ended and the other began, the way they were pretzeled around each other, dead to the world. Dew was stretched and contorted so that more than half of his limbs stuck out over the sides of the hammock. His hair was loose, tangled up around his horns instead of neatly braided down his back, and his clothes were tangled and bunched up in a way that simply couldn't be comfortable.

Phantom was koalaed around Dew's middle, half underneath him, but somehow wormed around to have his head pressed dead-center on Dew's chest. Their sweet bug is happiest sleeping when he can have an ear pressed over someone's heart, the steady beat and purrs soothing him all the way through.

Dew doesn't really sweat much anymore unless he's actively running around wreaking havoc... but poor Phantom was drenched. He looked like a toddling kit gone down for a hard nap - his hairline was damp and shining, hair curling up where it wasn't plastered to his skin. His cheek was mushed hard against Dew's shirt - when he got up he'd have crease and wrinkle marks impressed on his face for hours. He also had his mouth hanging wide open, a puddle of drool steadily soaking into Dew's shirt.

Swiss couldn't help but purr and stare fondly at them for a few minutes. When Phantom's brow started to scrunch up like it does when he's having a nightmare, Swiss started gently, gently rocking the hammock to soothe him. Almost instantly, the little ghoul's face was smooth and peaceful once more, hands clutching at Dew's waist and squeezing him tighter as he snuggled down. Dew made little grunting sounds as he wiggled too, scooching and squirming until he got Phantom tucked up under his chin.

Accepting that he'd just have to wait until after dinner to get Dew and Phantom snuggles, Swiss sighed and skulked back toward the ghoul den. Maybe he could snatch up Rory for some little ghoul snugs...

Anyway... yeah... ghoul hammocks <3 <3 <3 Thoughts??

[ffsg0jo]

I loved your Ramadan works with the JJK characters. It's so nice to see another muslimah who writes for JJK :)). I am not sure if you are still actively posting, but would you consider writing a piece with the cast's reaction to the hijab and abaya? JazakAllah!

jjk characters with a muslim/hijabi reader [gojo edition]

gojo x reader [platonic or romantic it's open to interpretation]

w/c: 955 words

a/n: i got so carried away writing gojo's i realised if i added more characters, it'd be an incredibly long post. so i took them out and i'm gonna post them over the next couple weeks <33 so far i have megumi, nanami, itadori and nobara lmk if you want anymore characters :)) also guys pls feel free to send requests/suggestions :))

also anon you're the sweetest person every thank you so so much you've single handedly given me motivation to keep writing and ive got more works coming out. i hope you're having an amazing day inshaAllah bestie 💗

Gojo definitely thinks you’re doing a cosplay of some sort. It’s not uncommon in certain parts of Tokyo, so it’s safe to assume so most of the time. Even he’s been mistaken for Kakashi cosplays a lot of the time, with his black get-up and blindfold.

But then he sees you wearing different colour hijabs and abayas, and sometimes even a cute lil jilbabs and it confuses him. Suddenly, the thought occurs to him that maybe you’re not in a 24/7 cosplay, like him, and actually just dress covered head to toe.

As soon as he reaches that epiphany you best believe he pesters you and badgers you for answers. “y/n are you cold? is that why you’re always dressed like that?”

At first, you think it’s funny to give him nonsensical answers because he keeps saying stupid things, but you realise he's being deadly serious. plus, he gets increasingly bothersome, so you eventually get annoyed from all his questioning and just tell him about how you’re a Muslim and observe hijab.

He actually takes it quite seriously and apologises for lowkey making fun of your shitty cosplay in his head. He’s ignorant, not prejudiced, so he defo takes it back and, for once, takes accountability and apologises for his actions. He’s personally not a believer, but he respects it.

Once, you complained about how expensive abayas were becoming and how you just wished someone would just buy you a whole wardrobe of them to all the students, and he happened to overhear.

Literally days later he’s at your door with multiple bags full of abayas and hijabs and all sorts of modest clothing. You’re completely shick shack shook and don’t know what to say. You defo cry and try to hide it with your headscarf.

He barges into your room (after making sure you’re fully covered, he's learnt from that mistake) and spends the next 5 or so hours showcasing each item and telling you where in the world he got it from, the materials and everything.

He has really good taste in colours and styles and knows what would look good on you. You’re literally set for life. Absolutely refuses to let you pay him back. Every single time you mention money, he shuts you down and changes the topic entirely.

In summer he’s shocked you look relatively calm and okay. He’s literally boiling his bum off with a tank top (I’m laughing at imagining Gojo in a white tank top like an immigrant dad lmaoo) and you’re looking as fresh as daisies with everything covered. He asks how you're not melting and you’re waffling to him about airflow and how it’s actually quite breezy, and you’re not wearing anything underneath, so it’s fine, and he stops breathing and short circuits.

He looks at you with his eyes wide, and his sun reddened face goes a shade darker. "You’re not wearing anything underneath?" He takes it the completely wrong way, and you realise what it sounds like, and you’re both a bumbling mess.

It's the first time anyone’s ever seen Gojo that flustered.

Also some quickfire headcanons:

He genuinely thought you slept and showered with your hijab on, so he burst into your room one day and you screamed and he immediately warped somewhere else when he saw you wearing pyjamas (he didn’t see anything above your clothed knees, he panicked and left so quickly plus he was scared to look).

Gets you cute little clips to put on your hijab. He thinks they’re pretty.

Is absolutely devasted you can’t have mochi and some other desserts because they have pork gelatine in them and he always tries to find vegan alternatives.

Purposefully steps on your abaya/dress when it's flowing and he's behind you to annoy you.

Has extra pins pinned onto his uniform for you just in case you need them.

This is a secret he’ll take to his grave, but he actually tried to make you one of his favourite desserts you couldn’t eat (he threatened the bakery for the recipe), but it went so disastrously wrong he gave up and didnt want to face the embarrassment.

I’m talking melted plastic in the oven, small kitchen fire, eyebrows singed, and potential carbon monoxide poisoning bad.

You wore this specific shade of light blue once with a cream khimar, and for some reason, he was absolutely obsessed with that outfit. It wasn't until Nobara pointed out that your outfit matched Gojo's colour scheme did he finally realise why <33

The abaya sizing really confused him and he was so baffled as to what the numbers meant. Wdym size 52 what does that even measure 😭😭

He was faffing about for 2 hours before he realised he could've just googled it, and he felt absolutely stupid about it.

Whenever he sees a bit of your hair accidentally peeking out he covers his eyes and screams at you to "cover yourself woman goddammit". He's so dramatic honestly.

Thinks it’s hilarious seeing you run in your abaya. He thinks its the funniest thing in the world.

Once (he's lying defo more than once) he was zoned out while watching you and his heart started beating faster when he realised how beautiful you are with your long dress blowing in the breeze and your hijab lightly fluttering. You looked ethereal. He didn't know what to think, and he pushed his feelings back down. Deep deep down.

He doesn't need unnecessary feelings complicating things, but for some reason, his heart still yearns for you.

He also makes terrorist jokes about you to you. I will not explain that one, but he 100% does.

© ffsg0jo 2024 — do not plagiarise, repost, modify, or translate any of my work in any way, shape, or form; i will piss in your cereal if you do. all work belongs to me and me only.

[isabellamagic]

Diana and 47 things I commissioned part 3, aka my favorite batch

Let's kick it off with the thing that actually started this entire "isa throws money into the fire for hitman commissions" journey

Airport chibis

I wanted a custom fourana figure so I made the drawing above for the clay artist to follow (I had more refs but this was the main part)

For the figure, I love the hair shading, it's super cool, the way the artist matched my chair design 1:1 was pretty neat, and the tiny bag next to Diana was so carefully made, it's impressive

One thing to note is that I wasn't given any updates during the figure making progress, so I'm a little bummed about it. The expression didn't 100% match my idea, and the way they sit wasn't really natural lol. I had to do some adjustments after I received the figures (paint smears, cracks, leaning issues), so I wish they had allowed me to give feedback during the process

This was the first thing I commissioned, while it took a while to be finished (sep 2023-july 2024), I do like how they turned out, quirks and all

Bonus agent burnwood and miss 47, and also my nails I guess

Tiny posable dolls

Once again, my drawing was used as a reference. These cost so much for such a tiny size that I would probably never do it again lmao ($150!!!!!!)

I do have nendoroid dolls in mind for the future though, but they will require more time since I have to source many parts like faceplates, hair sculpts, outfits, shoes ect

Despite the insane price, these are indeed very cute, and I'm glad my design was just slapped onto their faces, they look like my drawings have come to life and that's super cool

Last but not least,

Papercut drawing based on @/inuitaiyo's fanart:

+ desk setup, I finally found clothes for the plushies

I saw SUN's fanart years ago and it's been lingering in my mind ever since, so when I found an artist that can do papercut drawings, my mind immediately went to that artwork. It's my favorite 47 diana fanart, it's so subtle and amazing, and SUN's gorgeous style was the cherry on top. I'm glad that the artist I worked with managed to capture what I love about the original artwork

I had total control over the entire process of this comm, so I added a neat little detail: If you look under Diana's hair, you can kinda see her eyes looking down at 47's lips ehehehe. I made sure that was gonna happen no matter what lol. I'm so happy it worked so well

That's all for now. Next time should hopefully be me finally getting custom fourana nendoroid dolls + a 1/6 scale mendoza diana doll. We'll see, money is a limited resource after all

One more link to SUN's art to end this because I think it deserves so much more love

[mommahughes19-23]

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[themancorialist]

Blossom Street, Manchester.

[octuscle]

There is this man I see on the train every morning in a full suit, probably a manager at one of the city firms, that pulls such a disgusted face when he sees young guys in tracksuits getting on the train with him. What setting do I pick to help him 'relate' more with his fellow man?

Suit fits perfectly, shirt is neatly ironed, shoes polished, hair styled. Samuel was very pleased with his reflection in the mirror.

He picked up his laptop bag and made his way to the subway. If he managed to get the promotion to department director next week, he would finally be entitled to a company car with a driver and, above all, a parking space right in the office building. He couldn't wait. He hated the subway. Dirt, bad air and horrible people. All the stupid conversations he had to listen to. He couldn't stand it any longer.

Bloody hell! Maybe it's good luck when a pigeon shits on you, but the jacket was ruined. Luckily, the dry cleaner was on his way to the subway stop. So it had to go without a jacket today. And he could take a trip to Savile Row during his lunch break. He would need a few new suits for his new position anyway.

The tube was packed. Maybe it was a good thing he wasn't wearing a jacket. It was warm enough as it was. But something was different today… He didn't mind the smell of other people. On the contrary. The guy in the nylon tracksuit reeked terribly of fresh sweat. And it gave Samuel a hard-on. But something else was different… Had he forgotten his own deodorant? Samuel secretly smelled his armpit, where sweat stains were forming. Hell yeah, that didn't smell like his Penhaligon's deodorant… He would have to freshen up in the office.

After changing trains, Sam finally had room to move again. Okay, he had to keep standing. But maybe it was also because of his body smell that the other passengers kept their distance. His back was soaking wet under his rucksack. Shit, the office container in the scrapyard wasn't air-conditioned, it was going to be another hot day. Only two more semesters, then Sam would graduate, then he would find a better job than the one in the metal recycler's office.

When he finally arrived at the end of the line, Sam wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes for the remaining short walk. Shit, he didn't have enough money again. But thank God he would get his pay later. And luckily he was able to bum a fag from one of the scallys hanging around the bus stop. He knew a few of the lads from the pub, and one even helped out in the scrapyard sometimes.

"Oi boss," Sam called out to his boss when he arrived at the scrapyard a few minutes late. "I'll just get changed, hav a piss n' then i'll be ready." His boss rolled his eyes. Sam was a good boy who could work hard. But like most chavs, he simply lacked discipline. And his personal hygiene was simply catastrophic.

Doumentation of Samuels way to Sam found @mensuited, @alphaincar and @workingdudes

[jacenbren]

Tokyo Jujutsu Tech students and staff and whether or not they can drive:

Gojo

Drives a hideous minivan he got off Craigslist to spite his parents

Claims to be a “responsible driver” but is super jerky on the brakes and blows through stop signs

The students love riding with him because he always stops to get McDonalds. Nanami fucking HATES getting in the car with Gojo and avoids it at all costs

Talks incessantly to himself and to passengers while driving and constantly sings along to the radio

Yuuji

Currently learning to drive from Gojo (aka driving around while Gojo sits in the passenger seat with a milkshake and overshares about his past while occasionally yelling at Yuuji to speed up)

Inherited a tiny shitty old car from his grandpa and refuses to part with it

Drives either way too fast or really damn slow and there’s no in between

Can’t drive without the music on full blast because he’s used to Gojo talking his ear off

Megumi

Taught himself how to drive and refused to let Gojo teach him

Always goes exactly the speed limit and bitches about it whenever someone cuts him off (has attempted multiple times to summon Mahoraga on shitty drivers)

Absolutely VICIOUS when it comes to the aux cord and is a staunch supporter of the “the driver picks the music” rule

Gojo buys him a new car every year for his birthday but Megumi prefers his first car (a jeep. don’t ask why.)

Nobara

HORRIBLE road rage

Always going at least ten miles above the limit and has more speeding tickets than she does overcharged credit cards (Yuuji is holding on for dear life whenever he rides with her)

Convinced Gojo to buy her a luxury sports car and managed to dent it horrendously after two (2) weeks

Her car is always so full of shopping bags and makeup and other stuff that you can barely sit down

Yuuta

Also learned how to drive from Gojo and it shows

Doesn’t like driving because it triggers his anxiety and when he has to. oh boy.

Needs the car to be DEAD SILENT whenever he’s driving and sits hunched over in his seat with the look of a crazed chimpanzee in his eyes while he grips the steering wheel so hard he’s shaking

Doesn’t have a car and usually bums rides from Maki

Maki

A surprisingly decent driver but always goes way too fast and is notorious for tailgating people

Has at least two of the windows down at all times as long as it isn’t raining and always has her music on full blast

The only student who knows how to drive a stick shift. is weirdly proud of this fact.

Has a stereotypical straight-white-man-style lifted pickup truck that she refers to as “her baby”

Toge

Whips around corners at 20 miles over the speed limit and casually breaks every traffic law known to man but has never gotten a ticket thanks to his “expert persuasion techniques”

His car was one of Megumi’s cars before he stole it (Megumi doesn’t actually mind but he pretends to be annoyed on principle)

Drags Yuuta out every weekend to hotbox the car with him

Has like six of those little air fresheners that hang off the rear view mirror but they don’t exactly cover the weed smell

Panda

Somehow has a valid drivers license. no one knows how he got it.

Chews on the interior out of boredom when he’s stuck in traffic and the car constantly looks like a wild animal got loose in it

Has Yaga’s old car (a beat up old station wagon that doesn’t look great but hasn’t broken down in ten years)

Is the designated driver whenever the second and third years go out

Nanami

Owns the most beautiful classic car that he keeps spotlessly clean

An excellent driver who ALWAYS uses his blinkers and almost never loses his temper

Secretly salty that the students only to like ride with Gojo (it’s because Nanami never stops at McDonalds and always says something along the lines of “we have food at home”)

Curses out other drivers under his breath when he sees them driving recklessly

Shoko

Drives with one hand on the wheel and the other dangling out the window with a cigarette while blasting 90s dad rock

Bought a hearse years ago because she thought it would be funny

Would pick up Megumi and Tsumiki from school in the hearse if Gojo couldn’t make it

Megumi hates the hearse. Tsumiki loves it.

Yaga

Drives a tiny Kia soul and always has craft supplies all over the backseat because he forgot to bring them inside after his latest Joann’s shopping spree

Has a gigantic collection of mini plushies on the dashboard

Yells at people when they cut him off

Feels guilty about it whenever he has students in the car with him but can’t stop himself from yelling and ends up getting even more irritated and short-tempered because he feels guilty and the students riding with him are left in terrified silence as the vicious cycle continues

Hakari

Managed to single-handedly drive up Jujutstu Tech’s car insurance by thousands of dollars

[kikimurphys]

The Wrap Party (Part 4)

Warning: none

The late afternoon light filtered through your window as you stood in front of your mirror, carefully applying the last coat of mascara to your long lashes. Your heart raced in anticipation. Tonight wasn’t just any night—it was a proper date with Cillian. After everything that had happened between you, this felt monumental, and you couldn’t shake the nervous energy bubbling inside.

As you finished your makeup, your phone buzzed on the dresser beside you. A text from him: On my way. xx

Your heart did a little flip at the sight of his message. Butterflies danced in your stomach, and you felt a rush of excitement. God, why am I so nervous? You took a deep breath and smoothed down your dress, trying to steady yourself.

You’d chosen a black, loose-fitting long-sleeved dress that hugged you in all the right places, the hem stopping just under your bum, showing off your toned legs. It was simple yet elegant. Paired with matching black kitten heels, a bold red lip, and your hair styled in loose waves, the look was casual but effortlessly chic. The kind of look that didn’t try too hard but still felt undeniably sexy.

Just as you finished spritzing on your favorite perfume, the doorbell rang. He’s here.

When you opened the door, there he stood—Cillian. He was dressed in a dark, tailored shirt and jeans that fit him perfectly, his hair slightly tousled in that effortlessly charming way. The moment his eyes landed on you, they darkened with appreciation, and a slow, appreciative smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Wow," he murmured, his voice low as he took you in. "You look… incredible."

You felt a blush creep up your neck, heat pooling in your cheeks at the way he was looking at you. “Thank you,” you said softly, slipping your bag onto your shoulder and stepping outside.

He leaned in to greet you with a kiss, gentle and warm, his lips brushing yours as you gripped his shoulders for balance. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer for just a moment before he pulled back. “Ready?” he asked, his voice soft but laced with excitement.

You nodded, smiling as you followed him to the black luxurious car waiting outside. Of course, he had a chauffeur. As the car door opened, he gestured for you to slide in first. Always the gentleman. You settled into the back seat, the plush leather cool against your skin as he joined you.

The drive was smooth, the city lights flashing by as you both exchanged small talk about your day. There was a comfortable ease between you, but the undercurrent of attraction buzzed just below the surface. When the car finally stopped outside the restaurant, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter of nerves as you stepped out onto the pavement.

The restaurant was stunning—sleek and modern, with an upscale ambiance that screamed sophistication. You could tell just from the people inside that this was a place for the elite, the posh crowd who knew they were something special. But instead of feeling intimidated, you found yourself amused by it all.

As you were seated at your table, the mood shifted slightly, becoming more intimate. The candlelight flickered between you, casting soft shadows on his face as you both perused the menu.

“What are you thinking of ordering?” he asked, glancing up at you with that mischievous glint in his eyes.

You smirked. “Hmm, I think I’ll start with the lobster bisque. Very fancy, right? What about you?”

“Steak. Medium-rare. Can’t go wrong with a classic,” he replied, leaning back in his chair with a grin. “Though, I have to say, I didn’t take you for the fancy-lobster-bisque type.”

You laughed, feeling the tension ease as the conversation naturally flowed. “Oh, I’m full of surprises. And I’ll have you know, I can also appreciate a good burger from time to time.”

His grin widened. “Good to know. We’ll save that for our next date then.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Next date, huh?”

“Oh, absolutely. I’m already planning on it,” he teased, leaning forward slightly. “Maybe somewhere less… posh.”

You felt a flutter in your chest at his words, and the night continued with that same playful energy. As the courses came and went, you found yourself opening up more, sharing stories and anecdotes about your lives.

“So, tell me,” he said after a sip of wine, “how did you get into the whole acting thing? Was it something you always wanted?”

You paused, thinking for a moment before answering. “It’s kind of funny actually. When I was little, I wanted to be a writer. But I was always a bit of a drama queen,” you joked, “and in school, I just loved being on stage. It felt like the one place I could be completely myself—or someone else entirely. You know what I mean?”

He nodded, his eyes focused on you intently. “Yeah, I get that. There’s something about stepping into someone else’s shoes for a while. It’s freeing.”

You tilted your head, curiosity piqued. “What about you? I mean, you’re this big, successful actor now, but was that always the plan?”

He chuckled. “Not exactly. I actually wanted to be a musician. I was in a band when I was younger, but acting sort of… found me. I still miss music sometimes, but I wouldn’t change a thing. I love what I do.”

You smiled, feeling a genuine connection in that moment. It wasn’t just surface-level attraction—you both had these deep, shared passions that fueled you.

“So, rockstar Cillian, huh?” you teased, taking a sip of your wine.

“Don’t mock me,” he said with a playful grin. “I had my moments.”

The conversation flowed effortlessly after that. You shared more stories—embarrassing moments from your youth, the worst jobs you ever had, the weirdest fan encounters. You laughed until your sides hurt, especially when Cillian told you about a particularly odd fan interaction where someone had asked him to sign their baby’s forehead.

“I swear, I didn’t know what to do,” he said, still laughing. “I just kind of… awkwardly patted the baby’s head and walked away.”

“Oh my god, that’s ridiculous,” you giggled. “I would’ve paid to see that.”

By the time dessert came around, the chemistry between you was undeniable. You both leaned in closer, sharing secretive smiles, your knees brushing more often under the table. Every touch, every glance felt electric, building a tension that neither of you could ignore.

As you walked out of the restaurant toward the car, his hand naturally found your waist, keeping you close as you both laughed, slightly tipsy from the wine. Your steps were clumsy, but you didn’t care—you couldn’t stop teasing each other, and every playful bump or stumble made you more aware of how close he was.

The moment the car door closed behind you, the tension in the air shifted again—electric, charged. You barely had time to think before your hand reached up, fingers curling around the back of Cillian’s neck, pulling him closer. His body pressed against yours instantly, his chest firm against the softness of your dress.

The kiss deepened, his lips parting to taste you as his tongue slid teasingly against yours, slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every second. It was intoxicating—the way he moved against you, the heat building between your bodies in a languid, heated rhythm.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your lips. “Couldn’t wait, could you?” His voice was a low murmur, teasing, his fingers still gripping your waist with a possessive touch.

You bit your lip, your pulse quickening. “You’re the one who can’t keep your hands off me.”

He chuckled darkly, his hand sliding lower to cup your bum. The soft, firm squeeze made your breath catch, your body responding instantly to his touch. “Can you blame me?” he whispered, his lips ghosting over your ear. “Look at you... You’ve been driving me mad since the moment I saw you in that dress.”

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, your body aching for more. His other hand slipped down to caress the bare skin of your thigh, inching closer to the hem of your dress. His fingers grazed the sensitive skin there, teasing you, promising more without giving it yet.

“You’re killing me,” you breathed, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him even closer, needing to feel every inch of him against you.

His hand slid under your dress, finding your clothed core. His fingers brushed against the thin material of your thong, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped your lips. The sound made him groan, his grip tightening as he pulled you harder against him. His lips crashed into yours again, hungrier this time, his tongue claiming yours with a slow, sensual rhythm that sent a rush of heat straight to your core. Every stroke of his tongue against yours was deliberate, a game of control and desire, each kiss deeper, wetter, as you both lost yourselves in the sensation.

“Fuck,” he growled against your lips, his voice rough with want. “You’re soaked already, aren’t you?”

You nodded, too breathless to answer, your body arching into him, craving more. His fingers slid teasingly along the seam of your thong, just barely pressing against your core, making you whimper in frustration.

“Say it,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Tell me how much you want me.”

Your voice was shaky, but the need in it was undeniable. “I need you, Cillian... I can’t—” You gasped as his fingers pressed harder against you, sending a delicious jolt of pleasure through your body. “I can’t wait.”

A low, dangerous chuckle escaped him. “Good girl,” he murmured, his lips returning to yours in a heated, possessive kiss. His hand moved in slow circles, his fingers grazing you through the thin fabric, making your legs tremble. The friction was just enough to drive you mad, your body aching for more, desperate for him to take you right there.

By the time the driver pulled up in front of his building, both of you were on edge. The minute the car stopped, Cillian was out, offering his hand to you with a smirk that sent your pulse racing. You took it, your legs trembling slightly as you stepped out of the car. The heat between you was unbearable now, both of you too far gone to care about anything but each other.

The porter barely acknowledged you as you entered the lobby, but you heard him greet Cillian with a polite “Good night, Mr. Murphy,” while he pressed the elevator button for you.

As soon as the elevator doors closed behind you, the heat exploded. You didn’t even wait for him to make a move. Your back hit the mirror with a soft thud, and you pulled him into you, your lips crashing into his in a fervent kiss. His tongue slid against yours, hot and slick, teasing you, making your knees weak as you moaned into his mouth.

He groaned against your lips, hands gripping your waist as he pressed his body into yours. “Fuck, you’re killing me,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust as his lips found that spot behind your ear again, the one that made you shiver. His hand moved from your waist, slowly gliding up to cup your breast through your dress, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardened beneath his touch.

Your head fell back, a soft moan escaping your lips as your body arched into him. “You like that?” he whispered against your skin, his lips trailing down your neck. “You like when I tease you like this?”

“Yes,” you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders for support. “God, yes.”

He chuckled softly, his fingers teasing the fabric of your dress. “I bet you do. I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already falling apart, aren’t you?”

The elevator dinged, signaling you’d reached the top floor. As the doors slid open, you stepped out, and Cillian followed close behind, his hand gently resting on your lower back. When he unlocked the door and gestured for you to enter first, you felt a mix of excitement and anticipation pulse through you.

His penthouse was just as you’d imagined—sleek, modern furniture arranged against the backdrop of floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the shimmering city lights. It was breathtaking, but you barely had time to admire it before you felt his warm hands slide over your shoulders, fingers deftly sweeping your hair to one side, exposing the curve of your neck.

"Been waiting all night for this," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. The rasp in his voice sent a delicious shiver down your spine, his Irish accent making the words even more irresistible. His lips grazed the shell of your ear, and you could feel the heat of his body radiating against yours.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep control, but your pulse quickened when you felt his hands glide to the small of your back, slowly pulling down the zipper of your dress. "Waiting to feel you," he murmured, his lips trailing soft, lingering kisses down the side of your neck, making your breath hitch. "Waiting to taste you."

The way his voice curled around each word set your skin alight. You let your bag drop to the floor with a soft thud.

"Then do," you purred, voice low, laced with desire. You turned to face him, your lips finding his in a slow, tantalizing kiss.

His mouth crashed into yours with a hunger that made your knees weak. The kiss was deep, consuming—his lips soft but firm, moving expertly against yours, coaxing you to let go. His tongue brushed yours, teasing, exploring, as his hands slid down to your hips, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the hard planes of his chest pressing into you, the heat of his body igniting something wild inside you.

You whimpered softly against his lips, your hands fisting in the fabric of his half-open shirt, tugging him closer. His tongue swept over yours again, this time slower, more deliberate. Each stroke, each flick sent sparks down your spine, and you found yourself melting into him, lost in the sensation.

He groaned softly into your mouth as his palms cupped your ass, squeezing firmly. The sound sent a rush of heat through you, pooling low in your belly.

“Believe me,” he growled, his voice dark, rough with desire as he pulled back just enough to whisper against your lips, “I will.”

Before you could respond, he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist. This was going to be a long night, you thought.

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@mamawiggers1980 @xsweetcatastrophe @galactict3a @thistheivyseason @cillianmurphyvevo @sweetcheesecakesblog @cillianmurphyfanatic

[popcornforone]

Pride

A Marcus Moreno Fic

Day 12 of Pedrotober (Rainbow Pants Prompt)

Masterlist

Well this I didn’t know who to write this for & then a friend online said they really liked Marcus Moreno & I was like ahhh this is gonna be a good idea for him with this prompt so here we go. Let’s have some fun with our super hero.

Also we are all allies, & all people. To the girls, guys, they, them & I’s, I love you no matter who you love or who you are. Never be ashamed to be you.

Synopsis:- Marcus is not happy with his new super hero outfit.

Word count:- 700

Warnings over & above:- swearing, that’s about it really, a bit of teasing.

Thanks for the read peoples, thanks for the prompt @norththelemon @alyssamariag . I’m having so much fun.

“The fuck” he says as he hold up his new super hero outfit. “What are you making me wear?”you giggle.

“It’s not just you Marcus” you try to not laugh as he actually takes his glasses on & off again to check he’s not seeing things & that it is that bold & colourful. “Everyone in the team has something similar, it’s pride month after all”

“I get that but these…” he shakes his head, he’s trying to remain angry but he’s also trying not to laugh “it’s a bit over the top”

“Please Marcus just try them on & you should be lucky you’re not Lava Girl, she’s already complaining about too much glitter” he rolls his eyes & grabs the rest of the bag & pulls the curtain in front of him in the locker room to change into his new super hero costume, that the team had been working on for the last 8 months for everyone. The message needs fo be very on brand, after last year a couple of the older heroic had comments that were not very inclusive & had old fashioned values. Something you have been trying to remind them about. One of these heroics has since retired.

5 minutes later out he step & you laugh, bending over as you can’t even Keep it calm or quiet. He puts his hands on his hips & pouts. He smirking, he can’t hide it.

“I don’t see what’s so funny, it’s atrocious” there he stands swaying about & bending to his knees in his new rainbow styled super hero suit. The rainbow trousers were boot leg cut & he just keeps looking down at them & shaking his head. The more he gets pissed at them the more you love them. “Stop laughing” he says trying not to join you, your laugh he always finds contagious.

“Sorry Marcus, but it’s so funny that mr serious who’s almost always in dark blue or black is now in the colours of the rainbow. It does look cute.”

“I’m not meant to be cute or a certain brand depending on it being National coffee day or international cat day, I’m the leader of the heroics, what will aliens think if they drop in & have to fight me?”

“They will go oooh he’s an ally” you try to stop laughing, your face hurts from doing to much of it.

“You & costume know full well if I go out in this to fight crime & save the world that I’ll become a meme”

“& is that so bad”

“I have a teenage daughter…”

“She knows.”

“What” Marcus has no idea that Missy has been in on all of this & wanted her dad to be as vibrant as possible. He then finally does look in the mirror looking at the whole thing.

“I mean I guess it’s comfortable, they’ve made some worse outfits, but why is it so… colourful?”

“Cos you’re meant to be proud & out there” you stand behind him & run your hands across the back of his shoulders. “ & you are out there Marcus” you whisper & he turns to face you, looking straight into your green eyes. “You keep the world safe, & Missy & me are proud of you for doing that” you slowly stand on your tip toes & gently kiss his lips & slowly run your hands through his hair as he squeezes your bum.

“Hmmm if you weren’t head of marketing & such a good kisser I’d be very disappointed in you for making me put this on”

“Would it help” you say as you undo his belt. “If I said you don’t have to wear this if you really don’t want to but that I also have a rainbow tie, cufflinks & glasses for the next month?” You smile at him & see his frown soften. He then cups your face.

“I’d much prefer than sexy”

“Good,” you sigh before he caresses your cheek before kissing you again. A deep & sensual kiss. “Now let’s get you out of this stupid outfit”

“Only if you help me out of it”