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safyresky · 1 year

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HOW DO YOU DO FELLOW HUMANS, HUMAN FELLOWS. How we feelin after episode 4? Feelin like uh, we have MAYBE seeeeeen a takeover of the North Pole before? Albeit very different??? Still missing our frosty mans?!?!!?

WELL GOOD NEWS. IT IS 12AM, I AM DRUNK, AND I AM HERE WITH ANOTHER PLUG FOR ANOTHER FANFIC I WROTE CALLED THE TWELVE YEARS OF FROSTMAS.

Frostmas? you say. I see it mentioned, in passing, in Crystal Springs, which I have definitely read since you pinned it and offered it to us in a trying time! You say.

That's sweet, I reply. You can be honest, it's okay if you didn't read it!

Okay good, you say, because life gets busy and I'm fucking tired and it's so niche. There's barely any B-Man! Where is the B-Man!

I get it, y'all are B-Man stans. What's a Jack stan to do in this economy.

THIS, APPARENTLY.

anyway.

LET ME OFFER YOU A FROSTMAS! WHAT IS FROSTMAS ABOUT, YOU ASK? SIMPLE!

FROSTMAS IS MY OWN PERSONAL TAKE ON HOW JACK'S REIGN AS SANTA WENT FOR THE 12 YEARS HE WAS SANTA-ING ABOUT, BEFORE SCOTT CAME BACK AND THEY D-D-D-DUELED!

In TTYoF, commonly referred to here at SafyreSky Industries as Frostmas, Jack poofs to the moment the sleigh descends (because I said so) and starts his reign as Santa, the long way round. Of course, when he arrives, Bernard (YAY!) is like "well this is fucking WRONG" and summons the Council.

Unfortunately, Jack grabbed the coat; so now he's Santa. But then...who'll be Jack Frost?

Well, his Legate (remember that? From the Crystal Springs plug?) of course! His lil sister! My OC, Jacqueline Mother Fucking Frost!

AND ENTER JACQUELINE! WHO IS TELLING US THE STORY OF JACK'S REIGN AS SANTA FROM HER PERSPECTIVE! IT'S FIRST PERSON LADS! AND JACQUELINE IS ONE HELL OF A NARRATOR!

Seems good for Jack, right? He's Santa, Jacqueline is taking care of his old job? WRONG. BECAUSE MOTHER FUCKING JACQUELINE FUCKING FROST REMEMBERS THE ORIGINAL TIMELINE

AND SHE IS NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT.

Join her retelling of Jack's reign as Santa, which she has dubbed "The Twelve Years of Frostmas", and watch how Jack takes the Workshop from tradition to CAPITALIST HELLSCAPE! Watch as he slowly descends into "maybe we should get the guillotine" territory, and how the Workshop we know and love comes to be the capitalist hellscape we see Scott disassociate in in the film.

AND MAYBE a narrative in which an unhinged woman gets a villain arc and becomes her worst fear, while the not quite a foil foil (I forget the other word ): realizes that this isn't at all what he wants, and watch how it all unfolds! Wow!

this isn't a good sell but it's 12:30 am and I've had like, the equivalent of 7 shots and APPARENTLY 7 shot Dani is like, wow, i am a wordsmith. everyone should read this shit. wow.

TL;DR: I WROTE A FIC CALLED THE TWLEVE YEARS OF FROSTMAS THAT EXPLORES JACK'S REIGN AS SANTA AND HOW WE GET FROM WORKSHOP TO SANTA DISNEY LAND, FEATURING AN OC THAT TELLS US HOW IT WENT FROM HER PERSPECTIVE. AND ALSO DID I MENTION THAT BERNARD (YAY!) IS FEATURED PROMINENTLY? YEAH BERNARD (YAY!) STANS, I'M TALKING TO YOU!

So, in conclusion. Reasons to read The Twelve Years of Frostmas by safyresky:

Jack as Santa

Jacqueline Mother fucking Frost gets to be unhinged and maybe a bit antagonistic (a lot if ur Jack)

Bernard's there! (YAY!)

Also, Bernard is there! (YAY!)

Did I mention Bernard? (YAY!)

Reasons to NOT read Frostmas:

none

(i kid)

it is 1st person perspective and also features an oc prominently, so if either of those things aren't your thing, please disregard this long post and go about your midnight happily not reading 1st person or OCs

tho idk why anyone wouldn't like ocs

they're a whole bucket of fun!

[We here at SafyreSky Industries would like to give viewers and potential readers a warning about the Frostmas Effect, which may affect you if you choose to read. Frostmas is a bop, however, it is massively, massively long because our CEO, SafyreSky herself, is a slut for aesthetics and one chapter is always one year. The word count goes from 4-5k, to 8-10k, and suddenly 20-30k. Please use Frostmas wisely. We recommend frequent breaks. Please see a doctor if prolonged use of Frostmas keeps you up at night. We here at SafyreSky industries waive any and all responsibility to your emotional wellbeing after you embark on your reading journey. thank you for your time, be safe, and enjoy the descent into madness that is The Twelve Years of Frostmas.]

#dani speaks #the santa clause #the santa clause 2 #the santa clause 3 #the santa clauses #(alcohol mentions in the tags as well. be warned!)#no fr guys. it's so long. please pace yourself #IF U READ IT OF COURSE. NO PRESSURE. i just. wanna promote my shit u know??#(yells like iron giant guy) A R T #anyway sorry for when you see this sobered up dani. or not?? we'll see if there's regretti spaghetti #bc lemme tell u. drunk dani rn? having a bit of that pasket #but that's what u get when u have a cocktail with tequila and then one with vodka and then a coffee one with liqueur #beer before liqueur never been sicker! which i've never been but all i smell is tequila and that shit is NASTY #every time i order a drink with tq in it im like. ah yes. it wont be that strong in it #IT FUCKING IS. EVERY TIME. I PLAY MYSELF.#ANYWAY for new followers hi! drunk dani is an irregular occurrence!#my gal pals here in my town i live in missed my bridal shower so they treated me to a girls night #and u know. it's free food. and drink. :)#no offence to those who do like it and yes you can make fun of me for being like ick! tequila! i deserve it lmao #alcohol mention #bc i did mention it in the text once or twice #ANYWAY BACK TO SCROLLING I GO AND THEN BED??? BUT IM WIRED #shakes fist at coffee liqueur #oh right and also!#long post

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sharkbaitouhaha · 2 years

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this lowkey bridal shower has now turned into a bridal shower/baby shower and i somehow let myself agree to making cupcakes, and baby onesies but have been given zero direction on flavours or colours or anything and like i want to die

i'm simultaneously the best and worst person for this because like i'm crafty as hell and i make some great cupcakes but also the idea of this being like all ladies and one of those parties is giving me fucking hives

#party #like i did not have a bridal shower when i got married #because i think celebrating a thing with one gender of person is dumb #and if we ever have kids i want to run into the woods and let no one know #because again the idea of being roped into an all girl makes me want to fucking DIE #i'm gonna be so uncomfortable especially because the pregnant ladies are the cousins i can usually count on drinking with #and now i'll be the only one without kids/pregnant #and i just don't want to be asked about it #anyway i'm screaming #and i love my mil but she tries to be so helpful in the most unhelpful ways #like please stop asking if i need anything to do this #you literally pay me you know i have enough money to do this #and it's 10 times easier for me to just pick up what i need then to coordinate shit being dropped off #AHHHHH

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peapod20001 · 2 months

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Lmao I’m just THINKING about the stuff I gotta do this week and I almost fell asleep on the couch at 6pm

#random post #oougghh 4/5 days of going out and hanging/watching 4th grader for shit for my sisters ✨ birthday week ✨#look I love her but I. am so very tired #AND I gotta go to my OTHER sisters bridal shower on the 10th #hhngnnnnnngnngggggggg these people....... trying to kill mee

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allthebooksandcrannies · 3 months

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If I had a nickel for every time I found out third hand that a family member who I thought I was close to decided to elope, I would have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

#jesus fucking christ #I'm supposed to be a bridesmaid & she still hasn't said anything to me about the fact that she apparently eloped with her fiancee WEEKS ago #nevermind that me and my SIL #(ironically the other one who decided to elope with my brother and let my parents and i find out third and fourth hand)#already spent hundreds of dollars on our bridesmaids' dresses and their alterations #as did her sister #the MAID OF HONOR #who also had to pay for her kids ring bearer and flower girl outfits #despite being a new single mom getting no child support from the abusive husband she literally just left #or that the bridal shower is literally next weekend and myself and a couple other cousins who live 4-8 hours away #already took off work and made travel arrangements to attend #and the wedding was supposed to be less than 3 weeks from now #and everyone already made hotel reservations and put down a deposit on the venue #vdhdhdhfhf #its very difficult to live and story people who continually go behind your back to do stupid shit that negatively impacts everyone else #and then act shocked that other people are upset with them afterwards

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humofnight · 9 months

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my dad’s cousin is visiting and she brought a box full of photos from my grandma - the one I’m named after who I never got to meet - and it was amazing to like. Hold a photo she had taken and written on

#also? humbling to realize your grandma was hotter shit than you were #found a like. script for a slideshow/roast from her bridal shower?#where the friend was like oh yeah afton was getting all the GIs on the boat up to Alaska #also bet you haven’t told your husband what we got up to in [insert address to house they shared]#god I wish I had gotten to meet her #even just a little #Afton hums

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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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can i hold it?

words: 2k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, piss kink!!!, getting peed on haha lol :), shower sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex

you whine as rafe tries to pull away from you, making him laugh and press a kiss to your cheek. “just going pee baby.”

“take me with you.” you raise your arms up.

“to the bathroom?” rafe questions, raising his eyebrow.

“yeah.” you nod. “you said we could spend all day together, if you’re leaving this bed then so am i.” “alright, suit yourself.” rafe shrugs, leaning down to pick you up bridal style, walking the short distance to the attached bathroom. he sets you down on the counter as you stretch, having been cuddling and kissing since you arrived at rafes house, not wanting to do anything else.

rafe walks over to the toilet, flipping the lid up. you watch with fascination as he pulls at the tie on his sweatpants, the string unraveling so he can push them and his underwear down before pulling out his cock.

“wait.” you interrupt rafe.

“what baby? i really gotta piss?” rafe asks with a sigh.

“can i hold it for you?” you ask, not able to keep the excitement from your voice. “you know, while you pee.” “sure.” rafe shrugs. “but hurry the fuck up, i’m about to burst.” rafe had stayed in bed as long as he possibly could as to not break your relaxed state, which only led to urgently needing to go.

you quickly hop off the counter. you gently grab rafes soft dick, having only touched him a few times when soft, and always with the intention of getting him hard quickly.

you aim towards the toilet bowl, gasping when rafe begins to pee. you watch in fascination, surprised how much you like the feeling in your hand, even a little saddened when he finishes.

“gotta shake it a little baby.” rafe instructs, making you look at him with confusion in your eyes, wondering if he was just wanting you to give him a handjob.

“to get the last few drops out.” rafe explains.

“oh.” you nod, turning back to look at his dick, shaking it a little as final drops of piss fling off his tip.

“perfect.” rafe smiles, taking his cock and tucking it back into his underwear. “thanks baby.” “you’re welcome.” you smile, knowing you need to recreate the experience again immediately.

rafe heads back towards the bed, expecting you to follow as he flops down. “i… i gotta go get a drink of water.” you say quickly, rushing out of the room and towards the kitchen, getting a glass for yourself and one for rafe, making sure to fill his up fully.

“got one for you too.” you smile as you come back into the room, handing the glass to rafe who takes a hearty sip but then sets it on the nightstand.

“thanks princess.” he smiles. “now come give me a kiss.”

you wrap your arms around rafe as you fall into the bed, his lips finding yours as you cuddle up to him, legs twisting together.

“i love days like this.” you admit with a happy sigh, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. “where we can just relax alone.” “i love it too, baby.” rafe says softly. “sorry i’ve been so busy lately. shits just been wild. but we are home together now.” “thank you.” you mumble, running your lips teasingly over rafes until he can’t resist any longer, pushing forward to complete the kiss. rafe has been busy over the past couple of weeks, which resulted in you barely getting any attention, so he cleared the entire day just for the two of you, no plans, no friends, no parties, just the two of you.

“can i pick the movie?” you ask rafe, even though he always lets you chose (except that one time he really wanted to watch john wick)

“of course.” rafe hands you the remote, and you quickly get to work pulling up a film. “ponyo!” “you love ponyo.” rafe says with a roll of his eyes. he discounted the film based on the cutesy style, but always really enjoys every time you choose to watch it.

“shh. be quiet and drink your water.” you mumble, reaching for you own glass as well, hoping if rafe sees you drinking that it would spur him to gulp down more, and thankfully he does take a drink.

you cuddle up to rafe as the movie begins, watching as he occasionally drinks more of his water, almost absentmindedly until the glass is empty.

“i’ll get you a refill!” you tell rafe, about to jump off the bed when he stops you.

“baby, you love this part?” he questions, a hint of suspicion in his voice. “i’ll get the refill.”

“mmkay.” you nod, leaning back against the pillows as rafe exits the room, glass in hand as your eyes drift back to the tv, ponyo using her magic powers to make the toy boat increase in size.

you smile at rafe when he returns, also with a small bowl of cashews to snack on. you’re happy he chose a salty snack as he takes even more frequent drinks until you get to the ending of the movie, singing along and doing a little shimmy as the song plays over the credits.

“you’re so cute.” rafe smiles, setting his now empty bowl down onto his nightstand. “gotta pee again, wanna hold it?” “yes!” you squeal, following rafe with excitement as he heads into the bathroom.

“jesus, baby.” he laughs at your giddy face. “didn’t think you’d like holding it while i pee this much.” “i don’t know why.” you admit, rubbing your thighs together subconsciously, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by rafe. “i just really like it. makes me feel close to you.” you lean forward and press a kiss to rafes cheek, having to get up on your tiptoes to reach.

“wait… is that why you got me water? so you could hold it again?” rafe laughs, placing his hands on his hips.

“maybe…” you mumble, rocking back and forth on the heels of your feet.

“baby, did you choose ponyo because of the water? thought it would make me have to go even faster?”

“rafey, just pull it out!” you whine, surging forward to tug at the string of his sweatpants, unraveling it.

“you like my piss so much, i should go on you.” rafe scoffs, tugging the front of his pants down and pulling out his dick, but you don’t reach for it, your eyes wide and legs clenched together. rafe notices your reaction, smirking when he realizes just how much his words affect you.

“you want that huh? take your clothes off.”

“wh-what?” your eyebrows raise.

“well, unless you want me to piss all over your clothes, take them off. and get in the shower.” rafe says, tugging his own shirt off.

“o-okay.” you nod, quickly stripping your clothes off, glad that you’re not wearing much. you head into the shower, hands shaking in nerves and anticipation.

“well, kneel down.” rafe says, making you jump as he steps in behind you, also completely naked. you nod and kneel down, eyes wide as you look up at rafe.

“not… not the face, please.” you tell rafe. you’re not sure about it yet, you’re not even sure if you’d like his piss anywhere else on your body, but you desperately want to feel it.

“you control that, baby.” rafe says with a chuckle. “you’re holding it, remember?” “right.” you nod, reaching forward to grasp rafes dick, still mostly soft but you can tell he’s aroused and trying to hold it back. you aim towards your bare chest, letting out a gasp when rafe begins to pee, the stream landing on your tits, nipples instantly perking up as the warm stream spreads over them, then down the front of your belly.

a moan forces its way out of you when the piss glides down your body, pooling between your legs. since rafe was so hydrated, there’s almost no smell, his stream mostly clear as he finishes. you smile up at rafe, unable to control your expression, clearly letting him know how much you enjoyed it. you even remember to shake the last few drops out.

“such a good girl.” rafe leans down, pressing a kiss against your grin.

he helps you stand up before continuing to kiss, your hand still wrapped around his cock as rafe operates the shower one handed, making sure to turn the shower head away as it warms up, turning on the water to clean you off.

“before we get you all clean-” rafe says, your hand now beginning to stroke him when you feel how hard he’s getting against your palm. “let me get you a bit dirtier.”

rafe shoves your hand away before gripping your thigh and tugging it up around his waist, using his other hand to guide his cock towards your entrance. you moan as he doesn’t tease you at all, immediately sinking his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside of you.

rafe gives you a second to adjust, despite being sopping wet. “my dirty little whore. wanting me to piss all over you.”

“i… i liked it a lot.” you admit shyly, wiggling your hips slightly.

“i can tell, baby.” rafe lets out a laugh, beginning to snap his hips forward. “gonna use you like that a lot more often.” he says, thrusting into you with rapid pace, his hand moving to your clit, knowing either of you will be able to last long.

your hands grip his strong shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath your fingertips, pulling him even closer so your chests rub togethers, stimulating your still wet nipples.

“can’t believe you used ponyo to make me have to pee.” rafe laughs.

“i did what i had to.” you gasp out as his fingers rub faster, dipping down lower towards your entrance to collect more of your wetness on his fingers before gliding upwards.

“gosh, i’m never gonna get to piss alone ever again, am i?” rafe says, but he doesn’t mind, not when it clearly turns you both on so much.

“never.” you hum, eyes sliding shut as you press the back of your head against the shower wall.

“gonna cum for me princess?” rafe asks. truth is, you’ve been moments away since he first agreed to let you hold it.

“yeah.” you nod quickly. “yeah, gonna cum for you rafey.”

“go ahead, doll.” rafe smirks, snapping his hips forward until you let out a gasp, body shaking against the cold tiles as you cum, cunt pulsing around rafes cock, pushing him over the edge as well as he cums with a grunt, pushing into you as he releases.

“fuck!” you whine out, reaching down to shove rafes fingers away from your clit, needing a reprieve as he gently grinds into you, riding out his high.

“oh my god, baby.” rafe groans, dropping his head into the crook of your next. “that was so good.”

you let out a small giggle as your fingers reach to the back of his head, gently rubbing your fingers against his scalp through the short cropped hair.

“you’re lucky i don’t have to piss again.” rafe says, thrusting ever so slightly in again to show what he means.

“can… can you try in there next time?” you glance down.

rafe smiles as he pulls out, his cock flopping out of you as he slowly lowers your leg from around his hip, knowing you’ll need a moment to regain your balance as he keeps his chest pressed against your body, holding you upright against the wall. “just pissed on you and you already want me to piss inside of you? damn baby, i didn’t realize my sweet girlfriend was such a freak!”

“shut up.” you say with a roll of your eyes, a smile on your lips as rafe turns the shower head back towards the two of you, warm water running over your body as your eyes sink closed, already reminiscing in the memory of kneeling before rafe.

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normal-internet-user · 7 months

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hi! i would like to request a hurt/comfort fic for luke! it’ll be luke X GN!reader. the scenario would be that reader got badly injured when a monster appeared in the forest, and luke is trying his best to heal them (they are fine in the end).

(sorry if this was bad, this is my first request for a fic so i tried my best!)

thank you, and have a good day!

NO BUT LIKE THIS SNAPPED ME OUT OF MY WRITERS BLOCK- I JUST GOT BACK FROM A FAIR, I'M TIRED, HUNGRY, BUT I MUST WRITE-

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Eyes On Me, Baby

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Summary: On a walk with your boyfriend, monsters are just hell bent on ruining your mood.

Warnings: Injury (Not very descriptive): No mentioned godly parent for reader: Use of petnames (Babe, baby, honey): blood: angst to comfort: swearing:

Requested: Yuh

GN Reader!

Being a half-blood was hard.

Not that it was a big deal usually, but when one was bleeding out on the forest floor it was hard to not curse the god that made you.

Neither of you even saw the monster before it already clawed you, which you were almost positive Luke would beat himself up over for weeks.

"Okay- okay, I know you're dizzy baby, but you gotta keep your eyes open, okay? Eyes on me honey." Luke rambles, one hand pressed to your abdomen, the other digging around in your bag for the nectar you always kept. "Do not close your eyes."

"Didn't plan on it." You mumble, shaking your head to get rid of the fuzzy feeling taking over your brain. You yelp when he pours the nectar over your wound without warning.

"Don't sass me. Stay awake." He says quietly, his hand still pressed to your abdomen while he searched your bag for something to cover the wound with until he could carry you to the infirmary.

"I'll be sassy if I want to be- FUCK!" You hiss, mumbling a plethora of curses under your breath when a sharp pain racks your body.

He huffed when he found nothing, tugging his sweater over his head, tying it tightly around your wound, whispering comforting nothings when you groan.

"I gotta pick you up, baby. It's gonna hurt but we need to get back to camp." Luke says softly, pushing your hair up from your forehead in a soothing gesture.

"Are you ready? I'm gonna count to three, okay?" He says, waiting for your nod of comfirmation.

You mutter some weak agreement, and he nods, looping one arm under your knees and the other behind your back so he could pick you up bridal style.

"One, two-" Before her reaches three, he picks you up, wincing at the strained wail slipping past your lips, "I know, honey. I know." He mutters, holding you close while he carries you back to camp as quickly as he can without tripping over roots, or rocks.

"You said on three." You groan, looping your arms weakly around his neck.

"I know I did. I know." Luke rambles while he rushes you back to camp, whispering sweet comforts and praises the entire time. Begging you to stay awake. To keep you eyes open.

The dizzy feeling in your brain amplifies by the second, and it's starting to get hard to keep your eyes open.

Your vision feels fuzzy, and everything sounds like your underwater...

You hear muffled voices, feel the warmth of one of the infirmary cots, and a comforting hand in your hair before you fade into unconciousness...

You wake up with a low grown, and someone was quick to shower you with comforting words and ghosting touches to ease the tension in you muscles.

Your entire body felt sore, it even took effort to open your eyes.

"Luke..?" You mumble hoarsely, and he brushes his hand over your cheek.

"I'm right here, (Name)." He whispers, squeezing your hand, "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit." You reply, looking over at him with a weak grin.

He chuckles, leaning down to give you a kiss, "You scared the shit outta me, you know that?" He mumbles, still close enough for his breath to hit your lips, "Don't you ever do that to me again."

You were okay. Thank the gods you ended up being okay. Both of you know he never would have forgiven himself if anything worse happened.

"I love you." He says softly, kissing the tip of your nose, "Can't lose you, baby. Not ever. Do you hear me? I need you. Always."

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I'm not to happy with the ending, but I REALLY like the rest of it.

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killerpancakeburger · 1 month

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SOAP 🧼 x Reader HCS PT. 2

Yes I have more. Can't stop won't stop. I need help

Your lockscreen is a thirst trap of him. It usually deters all attempts to sneak into your phone and it cheers you up on bad days. But mostly it was done in retaliation to his own lockscreen.

His is you barely awake, dishevelled, messy hair, dark rings under your eyes, puffy face, death glare, murderous expression. Looking like shit essentially. You both hate it and love it, cause on one hand you hate seeing yourself at your ugliest, but on the other, his insistence that he finds you ô so endearing like this is a heartwarming confession.

Your retaliation failed pathetically, since he does not have any shame about showing off his body, but you still kept it.

You once thought you could embarrass him by carrying him bridal style on the base, but this man is... unashamable. He took it all in stride, the back of his hand on his forehead, pretending to dramatically faint in your arms.

He sings in the shower. Is he good or bad at it... you decide.

Do NOT let him know that you like it when his voice gets raspy... ("Get on your FUCKING KNEES".mp3, "Ka-freakin-boom, baby".mp3) because he will NEVER let it down.

You gave him tremendous power and he will use it for no good. Changing his pitch on command in the worst situations (worst for you) to whisper sweet and filthy nothings in your ear or through the comms. (WATTYA MEAN ENGLISH DOESNT HAVE AN EQUIVALENT FOR "SUSURER"?? Yall missing out 😔)

"Ooh ya like mah voice, Bonnie? S'that right? Ah guess ah could indulge ya...for a price"

Purposely riles you up in public so you'll take it out on him afterwards. "Fuck you MacTavish!" He bites his lower lip, gives you doe eyes; he's so, so close to whimpering - "Wish you would."

Always has his fingers crossed that, when you get tired of his smart mouth, you'll tell him you can think of a better use for it than idle chatter. Wether you mean making out or talking between your legs, he's thrilled either way.

Human radiator. Loves winter because you will spontaneously seek his heat. Spends the summer pouting because you rebuff him.

How he comforts you: throws himself at your feet (if you're sitting), grabs your face or your hands, immediately asks what happened. Will listen religiously if you wanna talk about it. Always down to talk shit about the person who annoyed you. The kinda guy that can make you laugh through your tears, he doesn't care if he has to make a fool of himself for it to happen.

If you don't, he'll give you all the hugs you can ask for - these biceps were made for caging you against those pecs. Or if you're looking to take your mind off it, he'll come up on the spot with activities to do together.

Loves famous pop songs, like Britney Spears'. Not only will he sing along and dance, but he will manage to get YOU to sing along and dance with him. He doesn't take himself seriously at all. It's all about having a good time and letting loose. You end up laughing so much your stomach hurts.

"C'm'on bonnie, dance wi' me." "I don't know how to dance, Johnny. Forget about it." "Ah dinnae either! Let's look like idiots together." "I'm too self-conscious for that." "It's just me, hen. Ah won't judge ya." He laces his fingers with yours and lays kisses upon your knuckles, all the while staring at you with a mix of softness and encouragement.

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asuyaka · 9 months

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"Can we cuddle?"

☆ Gojo Satoru comes home from a long day at work, and wants nothing more than to cuddle with his sweet husband!

★ Fluff, Househusband! Reader!

You were in the kitchen, a soft light blue apron on dusted with flour and other dry ingridents. Your husband, Satoru, was currently at Jujutsu High doing god knows what with his students.

You know most of them, Megumi more than others since that was how you and Satoru met in the first place. Itadori and Nobara were extremely hyper which perfectly matched Satoru's energy. Seeing the three of them bounce around doing stupid shit was normal in the Gojo house, but you loved them all no matter what.

An automated ding! from the oven interrupted your karaoke session, hastily dropping the remote on the couch and rushing back to the kitchen. Putting on a pair of oven mitts and prying the oven open, the smell of freshly baked cake wafted through the air causing you to smile a little.

Gently, you emptied the cake out of its mold, putting it in the sink to wash later as you gathered the things needed to decorate it. Satoru told youa few days prior that they had an event going on between schools, the entire reason you were baking the cake in the first place.

You placed the frosting and sprinkles beside the steaming cake with a proud smile, softly humming to the beat of the music as you began washing the dishes, waiting for the cake to cool down so you could frost and decorate it.

The sound of the door opening made you look up, Satoru's face hung low as he took his shoes off, haphazardly tossing them somewhere as he made a beeline to the kitchen.

"Satoru? Baby, is something wrong?" You asked worriedly, rinsing your hands and drying them before the male had a chance to put his arms around your waist, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

Normally, he'd come home with a bright smile on his face, initiating a welcome home kiss before the two of you took a shower together, watch a movie or spend quality time together, before falling asleep. But this was out of the ordinary, and it made you worry like hell.

"Oh, Satoru... Long day at work?" You asked with a soft tone, rubbing his hair gently as he nodded, pulling you closer with a soft groan.

"Can we cuddle? Please?" Satoru asks gently, looking up at you with the type of eyes you physically can't say no to.

"Of course we can, just let me—" Interrupted by your husband carrying you bridal style, gently placing you on the bed as he curled up next to you, his long legs wrapped around yours with his head still stuck in the crook of your neck.

"Satoru, I have to get out of my apron first..."

"No. I don't care about the apron, I just... want to feel you." He mutters, wrapping his arms around you just so he could feel your hearbeat resonate with his.

Satoru was clingy with his main love language being physical touch, but seeing him so needy broke the last bit of willpower you had left as you sighed, placing a kiss ontop his hair as you lay contently, listening to your husbands breathing.

The cake would have to come another time.

#writin' shit.#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo x male reader #jjk x male reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #gojo #gojo x reader #satoru x male

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meikudan · 8 months

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hello! if you’re comfortable with it, can I request using a safeword with husband!nanami and him giving aftercare and reassuring reader that it’s okay

thank you so much

thank you so much for your request sweet baby, here you are

husband!nanami x f!reader , use of safeword ,mdni

“K-kento.. baby..” you whispered beneath him. He was fucking you so much harder than usual, pounding you into the sheets, leaving you no time to breathe properly. He had you in the prone bone position, your eyes rolled back as he kissed your cervix sort of roughly. You’d wince in pain and pleasure from time to time.

“N-nanami please..” Your pleas fell on deaf ears. Nanami always cared for your pleasure, but as of now, it’s like that didn’t even exist. He bent down biting harshly on the back of your neck, and you used that as an opportunity to finally be heard.

“C-choco..” you barely manage to get out.

“Shit sweetheart, are you alright?” He says, immediately pulling it out.

“I’m fine sweetie, you were just b-being too rough..”

He picked you up from the position you were in, showering you with kisses, apologizing and making sure his pretty baby was okay.

“I’m sorry for making you stop, I was trying to take it, I really was. He hushed you, picked you up bridal style and took you to the bathroom. He knew how much you loved bathing with him after sex, candles lit around the bathroom, your favorite incense filling up the atmosphere.

“It’s okay my sweet baby. I’ve just been a tad bit pent up recently. I’m so proud of you for using it. Don’t ever feel afraid to speak up when you’re in discomfort, okay?” His words were so gentle. You felt safe, and especially protected. You felt like you could always open up and talk to him, whenever you needed to, and most importantly when you weren’t feeling good in sex.

He got into the warm water slowly, you dipping in after him, your back facing him. He caressed your cheek, whispering sweet praises into your ear.

“You make me so proud, even if you can’t take it. Look at me.”

You turned around to look at him. He knew eye contact was your weakness, but he really wanted to make sure you understood him.

“I hear you Nanami.. love you so much,” You whispered, wrapping your hands around his neck and hugging him tightly.

“Love you too princess.” He placed a soft kiss on your temple, wrapped his hands around your back and hushed you to sleep.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk smut #nanami kento #nanami kento smut #nanami smut #nanami fluff #nanami x y/n #nanami x reader #nanami x you #jjk x y/n #nanami x fem!reader

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holylulusworld · 5 months

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Frostbite

Summary: You are cold and pissed.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: language, pissed reader, remorse, fluff

“Hey, can you preheat the bunker?” You sighed as Dean grumbled at the other end of the line. “Dean, did you hear me? I have everything we will need for the holidays. I’m on my way back.” Slowing the car down due to the snow you tried to focus on the road, not Dean chuckling as you are cold again. “DEAN!”

“What are you, bread?” The hunter snickered and made a joke about you being a bread, heat, and your cold feet.

“No,” you grunted into the phone. “I’m a warm and delicious pie with a wet filling you’ll never get to taste again.” You angrily hung up the phone.

After buying all the things for Christmas, booze for Dean, and gifts, you couldn’t wait to drive home to a warm and cozy bunker.

It was freezing outside, and damn cold.

One phone call later you weren’t just cold. You were downright pissed too. All you asked for was for Dean to preheat the bunker so you could warm up after being out in the cold for hours.

“Wait for it, Winchester! You’ll not get any,” you grunted and slammed your hands onto the steering wheel. “This includes pie and booze!”

“Dean?” Sam laughed as his brother ran around the bunker, pillows, a soft blanket, and your favorite plushie tugged under his arm. “Where is the fire?”

Dean stopped in his tracks, shook his head, and ran toward your shared room without sparing his brother a second glance.

“What did you do this time?”

“Nothing!” Dean yelled at his brother while running along the hallway.

“Nothing?” Sam pressed on. “Is that the reason I’m running around in a tank top and shorts because I feel like you are trying to cook me?”

“Y/N is cold…again.”

“Let me guess,” Sam dipped his head, a smirk creeping on his face, “you fucked up and said something stupid…again.”

“Just shut up, bitch!” Dean stormed off, grumbling under his breath. The last thing he needed was his baby brother teasing him for messing things up.

“Jerk!” Sam retorted and walked away. He didn’t want to get involved in your fight. The heat in the bunker was worse enough. All Sam wanted was to have a shower and to be left alone.

“Dean, what the—??” You stopped short in your tracks when you carried the first bags inside the bunker. It felt like the heat at the bunker hit you out of nowhere. “Warm…no hot…”

“Sweetheart,” Dean exclaimed loudly. He hurriedly made his way toward you to snatch the bags out of your hands. “Let me handle this. You’ll go to the bathroom and have a warm bath.”

Dean pushed the bags in Sam’s hands who only sneaked around the bunker to watch his brother make amends.

“Sammy, bring these into the kitchen. Take care of the rest in the trunk.”

“Dean! What are you,” you squeaked and tried to fight your boyfriend when he picked you up in bridal style to carry you toward the bathroom. “Let me down! Damnit, Winchester. I’m mad at you.”

“I’ll prepare a warm bath for you. I waited for you to come home,” Dean smirked as you squirmed in his arms.

“A bath won’t make things up to me. I asked you to do one thing for me after I ran around town for hours to get all the shit we’ll need,” you crossed your arms over your chest and pouted at Dean.

“It’s just…” He snickers. “You’re such a cute frostbite and I love warming you up. You always snuggle closer to me to get warm and cozy.”

“You want me to freeze so you can warm me up?”

“I love warming you up,” he chuckled. “You’re my little frostbite and I’m your heater to warm you up. We’re the perfect match.”

“You’re still an ass, and on my naughty list.”

“Uh-huh. Did you hear that Sammy, I’m on her naughty list,” Dean grinned. “I bet she loves it when I’m naughty—” You covered Dean’s mouth with your hand.

“Dean, stop talking! You can't say things like that in front of Sam.”

“Aw, come on, sweetheart. Teasing Sammy is half the fun,” he grinned and chuckled as you suppressed a giggle. “Baby, are you still mad at me?”

“A little less because you preheated the bunker for me,” you whispered in his ear and tugged at his earlobe. “If you warm me up real good tonight, I'll consider forgiving you.”

Dean made an odd noise at your words.

“I got you warm blankets and pillows. I cooked for you too, baby. I swear, after your bath, I’ll warm you up so good you will never need me to preheat the bunker for you again…”

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lilyblisslys · 9 months

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doing hot girl shit (taking lazy nudes to send to my gf while she’s at this bridal shower)

Onlyfans

#lilylys #t4t nsft #transgirl nsft

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joeys-babe · 4 months

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Joey B Imagines: Let It Snow*

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Summary: You and Joe have a chill day, playing games and enjoying each other’s company while it snows outside. Of course, though, Joe can't contain himself for too long…

Warnings: Smut, fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Everlasting Love

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December 23, 2023

“Joe! It’s snowing!” - you

“Hm.” - Joe mumbled

I had just rolled out of bed to peek out of one of the bedroom windows, suspecting that the extra light seeping through the blinds was because of an all-white climate.

Joe was lying on his stomach still in bed, not exactly caring about the snow as much as you.

“Get back in bed.” - Joe

Something about his husky morning voice had me immediately obeying, and I crawled back into bed next to my boyfriend.

“Tired from last night?” - you grinned

“You mean my full-body workout? Yes.” - Joe

“It was so good, though.” - you

“Trynna get me goin’?” - Joe

“No…” - you giggled

Joe rolled over onto his back, the sheet falling in the process showcasing his semi-erect cock.

I heard him mumble a curse before pulling the sheet back up to cover his manhood.

“Want me to take care of that?” - you grinned

“I don't want you to feel pressured to…” - Joe

Leaning forward to place a hand on his chest, I leaned my face close to his but didn't exactly meet his lips.

“You know I can't get enough of you, baby. Fuck me? Please?” - you

Joe sat and stared at me for a second, feeling his cock get even harder at my request.

“Joey, I want you inside me.” - you

Those gorgeous blue eyes darkened to a color only of the depths of the ocean. Slowly and sensually Joe smashed his lips onto mine.

I let one hand wander under the sheet where I firmly wrapped my hand around Joe’s length. He immediately moaned into the kiss and dropped a hand down himself to slip under my t-shirt.

With my hand pumping him with no restraint, Joe now moving two thick fingers inside me, our hands moved in tandem, and we were both getting closer to release.

“Ho-ly shit…” - Jow grunted into the kiss

“Joey, fuck!” - you

A minute later, there was pearly precum on Joe’s tip and I desperately wanted a taste. Breaking away from the kiss and letting go of his shaft, Joe looked at me confused, but soon he'd be watching me suck his essence into my mouth.

“I’m close, baby.” - Joe

“Me… too.” - you moaned

Joe moaned when my pace got quicker, and his noises only made me closer.

Not even a minute later, Joe and I were moaning in each other's mouths as we climaxed simultaneously.

I hissed when Joe pulled his fingers out, but his peppering of small kisses on my cheeks while whispering words of praise comforted me.

“You did so good for me, baby. I know you said you wanted me inside you but I promise you'll get it later. Right now let's go get in a shower.” - Joe

I nodded and tried to get out of bed, but my legs, which were still slightly shaking from that intense orgasm, almost gave out on me.

Joe shuffled out of the bed and made his way over to me, picking me up bridal style and carrying me into the bathroom to have a relaxing shower.

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An hour later, Joe and I were cuddled up on the couch, eating breakfast omelets and watching a Christmas movie that I forced him to watch.

“You really had to pick Home Alone?” - Joe

“It’s a classic!” - you giggled at his glare

“Are you unaware of the comparison between me and Kevin?” - Joe

“Nope. I'm fully aware, but I don't think you look like him.” - you

“Really?” - Joe

“Mhm.” - you bit your lip trying not to laugh

“y/n.” - Joe groaned, clearly annoyed

“I’m just kidding. Also, I'm kinda getting bored… what do you wanna do?” - you

I watched Joe pull his phone out and quickly type something with furrowed eyebrows. When he stopped moving his thumbs, he let out a deep sigh.

“Roads are closed, so we're stuck here. Wanna play a board game or something?” - Joe

“You gonna behave when you get beat?” - you

“Who said I'm getting beat?” - Joe

“I did.” - you laughed

Joe rolled his eyes before standing up from the couch and taking our empty plates into the kitchen. He placed them into the sink before heading towards the hallway closet where he kept his games.

After pulling a few things out of the game box, he walked back over to the couch and put them on the coffee table.

“Uno… Clue… Operation… and I have Chutes and Ladders.” - Joe

I picked up the Chutes and Ladders box, laughing as I read over the various text boxes.

“Age 2 to 4?” - you laughed

“For when my nephews are over! It's pretty fun though, sometimes they make me play with them.” - Joe

Looking at his face to see he was serious, I picked up the Clue box and sat it between us.

“We’ve got all day, we can pass some time with this since it takes a while.” - you

“Okay.” - Joe smiles

——

It was a little under an hour later, and Joe and I had finished Clue a little bit ago. Now we were playing Operation.

“Why am I so fucking nervous?” - Joe held the tweezers

I laughed at his comment. His usual calm, cool, and collected attitude faltered over a board game.

“Help him, Joe! He's got a damn pencil in his hand!” - you laughed

“Stop it! You're gonna mess me up!” - Joe

His shaky hands lowered the tweezers, and before he could even come in contact with the object inside, his hand jerked and hit the wall.

Joe jumped back when he got shocked, I know it didn't hurt that bad, so it was probably more of a subconscious reaction.

“Shit!” - Joe

“Aww, c’mere, baby.” - you

I laid down and pulled Joe on top of me, his head finding a comfortable spot between my breasts as I played with his hair.

“That was scary, huh?” - you babied him

“Mhm.” - Joe mumbled and let his eyes flutter shut

“Poor baby.” - you rubbed his back, feeling him immediately relax against you

Pressing little kisses on his forehead as I continued running my fingers through his hair, I watched a little smile form on his lips.

“I don't want you to go.” - Joe mumbled

“Oh, Joey. I don't want to go either. Tomorrow’s my last full day so we have to make it last.” - you

Abruptly, Joe shot up and hopped off the couch.

“Joe, where are you going?” - you

“Hold on!” - Joe

I watched him run up the stairs, a minute later coming back with a box in his hand.

“If you think this is cringe, we don't have to do it, but I bought this…” - Joe

He sat back down on the couch and sat an unopened box on my lap. After reading the box and looking at the picture, I realized that they were Lego flowers.

“Aww, Joe, it’s not cringe at all. I think it's sweet actually. Do you want to build it right now?” - you

My heart warmed when I watched his face light up.

“You want to? Actually?” - Joe

“Yeah.” - you smiled

“Okay.” - Joe smiled back

A few minutes later we had the bags distributed between the two of us and started building.

My back was against the armrest and my legs were draped over Joe’s lap.

This was probably the most content I’d ever felt, just sitting here with my boyfriend as we built Legos.

“Hey, Joe?” - you

“Mhm?” - Joe

“I love you.” - you

“I love you too.” - Joe looked up and gave you a smile

——

I hadn’t had my last bite of dinner fully chewed up when Joe whisked me off of the barstool and ran with me up the stairs.

“Joey! What are you taking me!” - you giggled

“Pound-town.” - Joe singsonged

When we got into the bedroom, Joe tossed me onto the bed and slipped his shirt off over his head.

Joe then took my shirt off of me, which was his, and slipped his hand around my back to take my bra off.

“Fuck… you're so pretty.” - Joe

My chest was bare for him, the only thing left on me being my pants and the ‘J’ necklace adorning my neck.

Taking a peek down at the clothes Joe still had on, I saw that his shorts were already tented.

“Joe, can we just get right to it? I want you so bad…” - you

“Whatever you need.” - Joe smiled

“I need you inside me.” - you whined

“Be more specific, baby. You want my tongue inside you? My fingers?” - Joe

“Your cock, please.” - you

Joe stepped back from the bed, pulling his shorts and boxers down in one go. Then crawled back on top of me.

He gripped the waistband of my leggings and pulled them down my legs before tossing them to the side unceremoniously.

“God, you're soaked.” - Joe groaned

“Boy, stop staring at it and get inside it.” - you

Seemingly within seconds, Joe lined himself up and trusted his entire length inside.

I immediately moaned and reached for his waist, trying to slow down his torturous pace.

“No, you wanted to be a smartass so fucking take it. Don't try to slow me the fuck down.” - Joe

His tip was meeting my cervix with each thrust, and I watched Joe’s face contort from pure pleasure.

“I wish I could be inside you forever.” - Joe moaned

“Shit, Joey!” - you

There was no better feeling than this. Having Joe balls deep inside of me, feeling every vein and dip of his member.

“You feel so good, damn it.” - Joe groaned

“So… do you!” - you

Joe dropped his head onto my shoulder, his mouth closer to my ear, giving me the ability to hear his small moans better.

“Yes! Right there!” - you moaned

“Here?” - Joe groaned

He planned that last thrust to be harder, and now Joe’s pace was getting uneven.

“Joe.” - you

“Mhm.” - Joe grunted

“Turn us.” - you

“What?” - Joe lifted his head from your shoulder

“Shit, let me ride you.” - you

Joe leaned up and grabbed my waist, flipping us over to where I was on his lap.

“Fuck!” - Joe

This new angle had him reaching new depths as I continuously bounced on his lap.

“Oh god.” - Joe’s

I watched Joe’s head fall back with his mouth open and eyes shut.

He was totally blissed out.

“Just like that… you’re perfect!” - Joe moaned

Falling forward to where my chin was on his shoulder, I tilted my head to the side and quietly moaned Joe’s name into his ear.

The feeling of his cock twitching inside me had my walls fluttering around him, and Joe grabbed my waist.

With his hands on my waist, Joe pulled me off of him and slammed his entire length back inside, causing both of us to moan loudly.

“I’m gonna come!” - you

Joe reached a hand down and pinched my clit with enough force to unleash my orgasm.

The feeling of my walls squeezing Joe’s member became too much for him. Just a few seconds later, Joe buried himself deep inside me and came.

“Oh, y/n!” - Joe moaned and hid his face in your neck

After a couple of seconds of heavy breathing, Joe rolled us over onto our sides and slowly pulled out.

Joe draped a blanket over me and hopped out of bed, going to the bathroom and returning with a damp warm washcloth.

He laid back down next to me and gently parted my legs to clean me up.

“Thanks.” - you sleepily mumbled

“Of course, you did so well, baby.” - Joe

I cuddled up into his bare chest, relishing the warmth his body emitted and the softness of his skin. I wish we could always be this close.

The thought of leaving Cincinnati in two days made me sad. I wish I could stay here with Joe forever, but long distance will have to do for now.

“I wish you could stay too.” - Joe

“How did you know I was thinking that?” - you

“You had a little frown on your face, so I just guessed that you are thinking about having to go back to Athens.” - Joe

“I can’t wait till I graduate and move in here. Being with you every day sounds like an absolute dream.” - you

“I can't wait either.” - Joe

Knowing that one day I'll be living with Joe full-time, being able to do my girlfriend duties and go to every one of his games, seriously made me so happy for the future.

If only you two knew it wouldn't be that simple.

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