#Whammy-O

[thejokebox]

I’m a real rich bitch, 3 dollars 6 dimes.

#the go! team #whammy-o

[skwisgaargf]

You HAVE to love ur scandinavian bf no matter how stinky his breath is

#my art #oc x canon #self x canon #selfship #self insert #self ship #skwisgaar skwigelf #metalocalypse #mtl #mtl oc #stanky #pickles AND pickled herring....double whammy #selfshipping #f/o

[brainrotdotorg]

This is already looking extremely promising

#the fucking three hit whammy i experienced #of reading IS THAT ELYSIUM no that’s asylum. yours brain is rotted. #LUXURY YOU CAN AFFORD? PROMISING #and then I read the words ‘boogie’ and ‘pale’ and I’m now excitedly about t o put it on #not to mention is last name is COCKER

[moving-to-dreamwinged]

the innate urge to push ppl away because i’m scared i’ll hurt them!!! oh this is so lovely /s

#.vent #.mei chats #.not f/o related #especially when a friendship w them specifically would help me heal #bonus points when they get hurt BY me isolating myself #it’s like a double whammy #im so good at interpersonal relationships #communication major at its finest

[thisisadonaldduckblognow]

raph and casey jr post-movie hangs, i think, as a treat... they rly do have some similar energy

like yeah sure patrols fighting crime helping ppl etc etc etc but also what if they just like hung out and got to act like actual kids on main together, bc i think that is something they’ve both not gotten to do enough for various reasons

#rottmnt #rottmnt raph #rottmnt casey jr #rise of the tmnt #i think they have Neat Similarities #god shoutout to future leo imagine trying to raise ur apocalypse ninja son w/o the big bro who half raised u #like sometimes just being like raph would be!!!!!!!! so good with this!!!!!!!!! #and the double whammy of like every other day casey does something that has SO much raphael energy.... #direct emotional strike for the whole fam honestly #its the big hearts its the intense energy its the desire to Help its the growing up too fast its the dire responsibility

[arsenicflame]

Your tags about steddyhands on that one post is making me imagine Alma taking her first boyfriend to the lighthouse and stumbling across stede making out with Izzy and Ed.

Once again stede has ruined his estranged family’s lives 😔

DFJGBDSJF fucking damnit stede! always gotta be fucking up your families lives

alma: oh damn theres already some people up here :( guess we will have to find somewhere else to- IS THAT MY DAD??????

#i like to also imagine alma has NO idea that stede has a boyfriend (let alone two) so this is a double whammy #local man gets absolutely reamed by his 15 y/o daughter #nyxtalks

[scattered-winter]

guns n roses had no reason to go as hard as they did with the opening riffs for sweet child o mine

#this song in particular is a double whammy for me because sexy guitar AND nostalgia. i never had a chance. #the only things my dad and i can meaningfully connect over are old movies ; ice cream ; and rock music #and sweet child o mine is one of his favs #and its just a nostalgic wave AND an absolute banger. what the fuck (appreciative) #winter speaks

[pixelated-jellifishi]

wish i could go out trick r treating rn but unfortunately i have the energy capacity of a sloth and my back already hurts from going around my block :D

#heart eyes <3 #i cosplayed as lambchop from SND #the best part of being 'the big bar' house is that we get to take what we want before we set up our candy cauldron #mom wanted to be Ursula but unfortunately our decorations got recked and her costume came the wrong size #so she's using my old costume that was way too big for me #i remember i was basically falling every second in it #anyways wayyy sidetracked lmao #but i have the worst back and feet #literally cant do shit before i start feeling like im gonna die /hj #+ asthma - ability to not overheat = quadruple whammy pain #MATH #ugh headache rn #anyways gonna make spooky f/o art while watching ghost hunting shit

[ohrenoir]

The Go! Team - Whammy O

#The Go! Team - Whammy O

[astaroth1357]

Double Whammy:

Levi: MC, I know what you've been doing!!

MC: ???

MC: What'd I do?!

Levi: I talked to Asmo! He said the only reason you could laugh at my dumb jokes is because you're flir... f-flirting.... with me...!

Levi: Is that true??

MC: Levi...

MC: I'm not forcing myself to laugh at your jokes... I'm laughing because I think you're funny!

Levi: *blinks, not expecting this development*

Levi: O-oh... So. You haven't been flirting with me?

MC: Oh no, I been throwing more "GO" signals your way than a traffic light stopped on green. I'm just not faking my way to get there.

Levi: I literally don't deserve you-

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me leviathan #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me shitpost #obey me scenarios

[mondaymelon]

₊˚ෆ 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | lyney, neuvillette, wriothelsey x gn!reader

( i am fully aware snowfelt is not a word. shhhh just please. ignore it. let's have another silly year together, yeah? )

⤷ they confess to you! reader has liked them for a while beforehand, fluff to start off the year ~ (psps i kn o w its the 23rd but writer's block whammied me against a wall and held me hostage for that time so. its really not my fault /lh)

[ in the dying light of fireglow, hands intertwined below a blanket, they turn to gaze into your eyes, speaking three words... ]

"Cold, are we? Shall I warm you up?"

Ah, but the playful grin tugging at LYNEY's lips already provides you with a sufficient, kindled warmth nestled deep into your chest. The snow cascading beyond the windows, curtains half-drawn over the glass, revealed the picturesque scenery, the land that had grown familiar to you dusted with white… your thoughts were dispersed with a light shake of your head just as the winter breeze swept over the snow. 

The male smiles as you nudge yourself closer to his side, and with a swift snap of his fingers, sparks heat in the fireplace, a blaze whose flames licked the bricks of its ensnarement. Unfair, really, simply unfair, how with such an effortless movement he swept you into your arms, reddened your already flushed, cold-bitten cheeks. “Warm yet?”

“...Too warm,” you manage a complaint, voice barely audible with how tightly you were pressed against him. “You’re suffocating me, Lyney.” At your words, his seemingly unconscious vice-like grip loosened, allowing you a breath. 

“Better?”

“Better.”

The world was quiet. Silent, for not even the wind dared utter a noise. No, that couldn’t be true, for if that were the case, then what were you to make of the persistent flutter of your heart? It was the way his gaze drunk you in that allowed you to dream of such a misunderstanding that he might share the sentiment, with the sight of you cuddled tightly in his arms, your slightly messy hair after he had ruffled it and the rosy cheeks that could possibly bring the most minuscule warmth to his face. 

“Thank you.” Your voice was quiet, it felt small, too small for your liking. Why were you even thanking him? What had he done for you? A lot. Simply too many to count. With his playful demeanor, certainly someone like you wouldn’t be well suited to him. Perhaps it was just a haphazard coincidence that allowed the two of you to meet, or perhaps just a cruel twist of fate that had decided to toy with your heart before discarding it. Either way, these feelings are safeguarded, nestled along with the warmth in your chest… they were quiet.

“For what?” Lyney’s jest of a smile tugged at his lips. “Why, have you finally realized that I’m quite the respectable person after all this time?”

“No,” you playfully hit his chest. Ever since the first encounter, the male had chased after you with reckless abandon, somehow managing to find you in just about any situation you were in. Watering the flowers that lined the streets, discussing work matters with the civilians, he’d appear out of thin air beside you, almost like magic. With a boyish grin on his face and a word or two whispered into your ear, “So this is where you were~” ...You shook your head, ears only growing redder at fortunate past thoughts. “You still remain a stalker, it’d be foolish to hope for anything more.” 

To hope for something more… what a hypocrite, you were. Your own words burned your tongue, the consequence of such a sin.

“Is it wrong to hope?” Lyney’s smile remained, but his tone grew serious. The faint twinkles that shone in his lavender eyes evidently bore his “wrongful” hope. “To wish that perhaps one day, I’ll mean more than just a ‘stalker’ to you?”

Your breath hitched. Say, didn’t these words… sound familiar? Didn’t they resemble lines read from those light novels from Inazuma, covers decorated with roses and sparkles? “Lyney, you-”

“I love you.”

Your words have escaped you. Countless, countless words. Each of them grow wings and flit away. 

“Ah, would it be too cliché to call it a love at first sight?” Lyney let loose a sigh, grinning sheepishly with a shake of his head. “But that was exactly what it was. The second I saw you… my, how generic I sound. Would it be too much to stomach if it was from that moment that I knew?” He paused, pursing his lips. They pressed into a tight line. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter. “I won’t be hopeful. I know better than that, and you’ve said it yourself. Let’s just… would I go too far if I wished to remain by your side? Not as a lover, surely, but a companion, or a mere acquaintance-”

“Lyney.”

His name is familiar in your mouth. It rests easy on the tongue.

“As a lover. That. That’s what… I want.”

The curve of his lips says well enough before he even opens them.

“Then, as your lover… may I kiss you?” ₊˚ෆ

“Are you feeling alright?”

His words were soft against the cold air, and NEUVILLETTE’s pale-eyed gaze even softer. Fontaine had had its first taste of snow, and with it came its cold finger tips that thoroughly dusted whatever it touched, the streets and tops of buildings painted a brilliant white.

“Yes, it’s just… Aren’t you cold like this?” The male, upon seeing you give the slightest shiver at the sudden drop in temperature, had immediately rushed over and taken off his coat for you to wear instead, where it was now draped comfortably over your shoulders. Warm, and it carried his scent. “I’d feel bad if you were to feel unwell because of me, so please, take it back?”

“Now, that’s something I simply can’t do,” His lips drew the slightest smile, a rare sight you were delighted to witness - the way his eyes crinkled at their corners and twinkled all the more was a pleasant one to experience indeed. “I’ll be fine, I can assure you. It’d take more than just a winter breeze to incapacitate me.”

You furrowed your brows, puffing out your cold-flushed cheeks before making a cross with your arms. “Nope, no can do! We’re heading back to my place, and I’ll brew some hot tea. No complaints, we’re going!” Before the man could utter another word, presumably a word of protest, you took him by his gloved hand and started running forwards. Full well, you knew Neuvillette was certainly at a better physique than you were, but you really just needed an excuse to hold his hand.

Why, exactly? The answer was rather simple.

While you weren’t enamored with him to begin with… after all, how could one be like that towards the respectable iudex of Fontaine, your curiosity got the better of you the moment you realized the stoic man suspiciously resembled one of Fontaine’s many creatures, the otter. The colors, the mannerisms, truly, it all paired up in an uncanny fashion. Somehow, along the line of approaching and getting to know him, you had caught feelings. It was almost funny, how they could sneak up on you like that while your guard was down. Except, now that you had them, what were you supposed to confess? “I started to like you when I realized you were practically an otter, love!”...Ugh, how embarrassing would that be? Imagining his handsome features scrunched with displeasure at your offense is one thing about Neuvillette you wished not to behold.

"...Ahem." Curses, you had been holding his hand for far too long to just laugh it off. You blinked yourself out of your past reminiscence, finding yourself faced with a rather concerned Neuvillette. "Apologies, you weren't responding, so..."

"No matter, are we here already?" You coughed into your first awkwardly, quickly letting go of Neuvillette's hand, however warm his touch may be. Unlocking the door, you swiftly swung it open, letting Neuvillette enter and then shutting it behind you. If you’d known that he’d be coming over - you had unconsciously invited him to your residence - you would’ve cleaned the space up a bit more. Nothing you could do about it now, you supposed. “There’s nothing special, you can make yourself at home while I go fetch some refreshments for us.”

“There’s no need for that.” Neuvillette held up a hand to stop you. “I’m quite alright, and if anything, I’d be delighted if you allowed me to brew your tea for you.”

“What? No, you’re my guest, you shouldn’t possibly-!”

“Ah ah, no complaints. I held mine back, so you should do the same, no?” Great, since when had he started getting clever with his words? “What I need you to do is to go get a blanket and sit at the fireplace. Where do you keep the tea?”

You let out a begrudging sigh. “Fifth cabinet.”

“Thank you.” You did as he asked with less than an enthusiastic self, and managed to light the fireplace before Neuvillette returned from the kitchen, carrying a tray that held two cups and a steaming teapot.

You raised an eyebrow at him as you took your cup, warm to the touch. “My, I didn’t expect you to have any complaints, dear Sir Iudex of Fontaine.”

“...Complaint? Ah,” Neuvillette’s eyes rounded when he realized what conversation you were referring to. “Hm, it’s rather embarrassing to say, however… well, since it was a precious day off, I figured I’d take you somewhere special, to the Opera House or wherever, but instead I’m here interfering in your home… it’s certainly not ideal, is it? My apologies.”

There was a moment of silence, accompanied by the crackle of flames. “Archons, is that what you were thinking with such a downcast expression?” You laughed, seeing his expression brighten. He was perhaps a little too predictable. “I don’t mind, Neuvillette. I was the one who invited you here, so there’s no need for you to feel ashamed that you accepted it. Besides…” you inched closer to him, grinning. “Every moment with you is special enough, it doesn’t take somewhere ‘special’ to make it so, hm?”

The man remained silent. Had you gone too far with your reassurance? His pale cheeks were flushed, had he become so enraged that his face had gone red? Certainly not, for he whispered your words like an echo. “A special moment, you say?” A tilt of your head was enough of a response. “Then…”

“I love you.”

“...Pardon?” The smile on your face slipped, and your ears rung with the gravity of his words. Perhaps you had grown so desperate that the only way to appease that mind of yours was to form auditory hallucinations? You had surely dropped to new, unprecedented lows.

“I love you.”

There’s just something about that gaze of his that makes you want to cry in his arms. Something about it that makes you want to be held by him, to feel the warmth that he holds in the way he simply looks at you, to bask in it like sunlight, to feel loved.

“I love..”

“There’s no need to say it again, Neuvillette.” His face falls, and his beautifully damned eyes grow wide. “I heard it the first time.” You can sense that he’s bracing himself for a response, with the way the smile on his lips draws tight and his stance grows rigid. “To think that you’d be the one confessing to me, why, this was certainly not the vision I had imagined a thousand times over in my head.”

You can see the hope in his eyes. You would never dare crush it, your heart beats for him. “I love you, Neuvillette, so repeat it just one more time, would you?”

And just like that, he melts in your arms.

“Yes, darling. I love you too.” ₊˚ෆ

“My, I didn’t expect to see you here!”

Standing up from his desk, WRIOTHESLEY’s eyes are bright with excitement. 

“So surprised, aren’t you?” You lean on his doorway with a fond smile as he embraces you in a quick hug. You smile as he draws back, “Why, am I not allowed to visit the poor duke, cooped up here with nothing but paperwork to satisfy his boredom?”

Your words were true, and they’d struck a note inside him. The Fortress of Meropide was quiet, almost too quiet these days. Sure, there was the persistent, eternal sound of turning gears and bursts of steam, and the never-ending crinkle of paper under his hands, but with most of the prisoners turning in a little earlier due to the cold, the hallways that were usually filled with chatter that he’d proclaim as “distracting” were no more. Monotonous was the crackle of the flames in the fireplace, but the sound of your eager footsteps rounding the hallways was a welcome sound indeed.

“Certainly not, I wouldn’t lie through my teeth and say that your presence is unwelcome.” His lips were curled upwards in a grin, his husky voice bearing the melody of delight. 

“I’d imagine.” That sneaky smile on your face is almost alluring in the pale light. “Stuck in this office of yours doing tedious tasks for the foreseeable future is not the ideal form of entertainment for most Fontainions.” 

A scoff, a playful one. “Then, have you come to help me with said paperwork?”

The shake of your head was instant, so much so that the man could’ve sworn it came out of instinct. “Most definitely not, Wrio. It’s rather unfortunate to say, however…” You let out a great sigh, one foreboding terrible news. Even your eyes began to tear up at their corners, and your expression became dramatically crestfallen. “I’m afraid this empty head of mine has suddenly become illiterate!” 

Wriothesley swallowed a laugh that almost dared surface and instead feigned a dramatic gasp, a hand over his mouth that had widened with shock. “Oh, dearest me! What a predicament… Then, what have you come to visit me for, pray tell? To sit and stare at me?”

You shrugged your shoulders, expression blank. “To be fair, I don’t exactly know either. I wanted to see you, and my feet just brought me here.” It wasn’t a complete truth, but not exactly a lie either. You had wanted to see him - partially to admire his strikingly handsome features, but also just to, well, exist in his presence. As much as he’d deny it, Wriothesley hated the idea of being apart from you, and his unchanging situation as the duke of the Fortress of Meropide didn’t aid that information. That, and the fact that ever since you had seen him simply strolling through the city, the slightest wind ruffling his dark locks and that sharp gaze of his staring ahead of him, you’d been utterly captured. While clichés weren’t exactly your forte, you had to admit that he was a case of “love at first sight”. And while you had fallen for his looks, his disposition wasn’t something to simply brush aside. Funniest thing? He’d been the one to approach you, striking up a conversation while you were merely having a drink at a nearby cafe, asking if you’d seen a certain wig-wearing dog.

“Excuse me, I’m so sorry to bother you, but have you seen a dog around here? He has a top hat, brightly colored hair, is wearing a suit covered in stickers…”

After joining him on the chase around just about the entirety of Fontaine, the two of you managed to find the missing dog, who was actually a stray being taken care of by a melusine Wriothesley was familiar with, and return it. One thing led to another, and the two of you grew from strangers, acquaintances, and now to friends. Surely, it’d be terrible to wish for something more, wouldn’t it?

“Just tell me you missed me.” Wriothesley’s grin had returned, and he chuckled. “You’re not doing the greatest job of hiding it.”

“So what if I missed you?” You pouted, finally moving past the man and into the office, eyeing the papers on his desk before making yourself comfortable next to the fire. “And who said I was hiding it, dear duke?”

Wriothesley paused for a beat before continuing in his regular fashion. “You’re being rather bold today, aren’t you? Your words… they’re making it easy to misunderstand.”

“Misunderstand all you want, does it matter?”

“Yes, it does.”

“N-”

“Let’s stop speaking in riddles. Make yourself clear, hm? What’re you trying to pull with all these questions?” Wriothesley crossed his arms over his chest, leaning closer. “What, are you trying to be a flirt?”

“Aaaand if I am?” You smiled at his actions, not exactly sure what was spurring you onwards. 

“...Damnit, you… archons, you just won’t listen, will you? No matter, it just makes things easier for me. Hey, flirt, you won’t get all flustered if I say this then, yeah?”

“Say what-”

“I love you.”

That was certainly a way to catch someone off guard. “... the fuck-”

“No need to react that badly, all right?” Wriothesley let out a sigh of defeat, leaning his head against the wall as he sat down next to you. “I didn’t say it for the sake of saying it. It’s true. I’ve been wanting to tell you for some time now, but..” He chuckled, a laugh that was void of what a laugh should have. “I’m rather a coward.”

“I-I didn’t mean to answer like that, you just caught me by surprise-” You shook your head, cursing at yourself for sounding so pathetic, with your trembling voice and words that stuttered every syllable. “...And by your definition…” You drew your knees closer to yourself, hugging them to your body. “I’m a coward as well.”

It takes him the count of three to respond, eyes blown wide. “...Wait, you-” The flush on his face was undeniable.

“I like you too, Wrio.”

“Archons, I… give me a moment. I’ve been wanting to hear that for so long, I think my heart has stopped beating.” ₊˚ෆ

(a/n) greetings my beloved melons. hello. ive risen from my grave to presumably and hopefully be alive for the next couple months. my reqs are all still full so i will be tryna get through em but at the same time i will be doing self indulgent fics. so udhaofjsdlf yeahd ahhahahahaa thats pretty much it on daily melon talk im going to answer my plethora of asks tomorrow because i know your dashboard wont be able to handle it if i post this and then answer 15 miillion asks. you are ever so welcome. also i always hate the way i write wriothelsey and this time was no exception this was so painful blegh ajlfksdmc

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[rosedom]

"TIGHNARI has been summoned for the event . . ."

A/N : double whammy LMAOO i love u guys (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

✦ㅤㅤD = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of his)

tighnari's not one to have very many . . . shameful secrets; but he has one glaring one—one focused on those big ol' ears of his. when he's lived with you so long, and his ears are already oh-so sensitive to noise, it's quite easy for him to hear you no matter where you are in the house. you know this: this isn't something he's kept a secret from you.

oh, no: the secret, really, is what he does with what he hears. the running faucet of your shared bathroom, for example, doesn't truly do all that well in covering up your noise. jackin' off in the bathroom, moaning his name quietly beneath your breath—tighnari hears it all. he can't help that he can hear you, like this, nor the way heat fills his belly and his cock resolutely throbs, but he can help how he always, without fail, brings his hand down the front of his pants to jerk himself off in time to the slick sounds of your own hand through the wall. the amount of times he's cum doing this exact thing is too large a number to count.

(you definitely know about this; after all, how couldn't you? comin' out of the bathroom, satisfied yourself, to seeing a flushed tighnari frantically wiping his shaking hands on a towel . . . you don't quite mind. really, you've even started to moan louder knowing how he gets off on it.)

✦ㅤㅤE = experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?)

he's pretty experienced !! be that either with just some akademiya hook-ups—quick things that are no-strings attached, usually—to some messing around with his friends, tighnari's not new to sex. he is, however, new to sex with love. before you, his arrangements usually consisted of friends-with-benefits flings at best and one-night stands at worst. he's always been satisfied, don't get me wrong; but there's something new and different, but better, with you. there's just something about having sex with the person he loves that is far more satisfying than his other escapades ever were <3

✦ㅤㅤF = favorite position (this goes without saying . . . )

he is most definitely a huge fan of cowgirl. it's the easiest position for his tail, really; it leaves it blessedly free, out in the open, not being smushed by you or himself. it comes with the added benefit of giving you the room to reach around and tug at the base of it, stroke the length of it. tighnari's not shy about the caveats of his tail, and it always allows for some extra fun and stimulation in bed !!

just because we're talking cowgirls here, though, doesn't mean that tighnari is in charge. his favorite is when you've got your hands on his hips, guiding him through the motions and thrusting up yourself every once and a while. your cock reaches all the right spots, deep 'nuff to satisfy his base needs and nudge against the swell of his g-spot; and, further, it gives you plenty of room to thumb at his chubby cock.

✦ㅤㅤJ = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

until you, he hardly jacked off. masturbation, to him, was simply a means to an end: something to investigate his body by. however, once he became your boyfriend, he was met with an unforeseen need. we already know that he jacks off when he overhears you, but he is also rather greedy in doing it when he's alone at home. you'll be off somewhere—for a night, a weekend, a week, even—and, fuck, he misses you, misses your touch. it's easy, then, for him to reach in his pants and stroke himself while he whines into his fist, ears pressed flat to his head.

the days you're gone are the ones he finds himself masturbating more on. it's easy to ignore your missing presence during the bulk of the day, but in the morning—waking up alone—and in the night—going to sleep by himself—, it's too easy to fall into the pleasure of his lone hand. he's always quick, perfunctory with it, but he cannot deny the effect you've had on him.

✦ㅤㅤK = kink (one or more of his kinks)

he'll readily admit it: bondage. tighnari is so into bondage, it's insane: particularly, ropes and/or vines (he's got a dendro vision—you can bet your ass he's making good use of it). he absolutely loves being tied down in any way, shape, or form. he's a fan of shibari, too, at times, but he does prefer simple ankle and wrist bindings over all; he wants to be at your mercy, wholly and entirely. it's a thrilling feeling, for him, to be able to submit to you and leave even the positioning of his body in your capable hands.

the shibari he would prefer are the simpler kinds: the intricate patterns that span across his chest and back, his arms, but he isn't very keen on suspension. he likes the submission that it comes with, but he also is sometimes wary of the caveats—mainly regarding safety. in an emergency, regular, quick bindings are easier to cut away; looping ropes across the entirety of his body is far more difficult to escape from.

✦ㅤㅤL = location (favorite places to do the do)

in your shared bed. tighnari loves the softness of all his blankets and pillows surrounding him as you indulge in one another, and your intermingled scents makes him all the more desperate for you. to him, your bed is safe, it is home. it is the place he can indulge in his fantasies with you, smushed between you and the wrinkled duvet. the world shrinks down to the two of you in a way it can't quite be anywhere else.

✦ㅤㅤS = stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

normally, tighnari can go for two rounds, or three on a good day: so is the advantage of a short refractory period. he prefers each round lasting a while, though, so usually the two of you will keep it to two lest you waste the day away. as for each orgasm, the build-up entirely depends on you: some days, he's riled up, and he can cum quickly; others, he's tired and slow-moving, and it takes him upwards of half an hour to even get close.

when it's mating season, however? he is raring to go. his body's sensitivity is turned up to the tens, and he's easy to push over the edge again and again and again, and each orgasm only leaves him with a burning need for another one. his heats aren't unmanageable, though; he is sensitive and needy, but he's still sensual, sweet. he's not out of his mind with want and need (though he may act it sometimes). it's a play to get your hands on him !!

✦ㅤㅤU = unfair (how much he likes to tease)

it's a 50/50, here. tighnari never truly intends to tease you, but he does it anyway—subconsciously, surely. whenever he passes you, he always brushes his tail against you, the fur of it soft and tantalizing when it breezes past your bare skin; other times, it's simply in the way he'll walk around your shared home with naught but boxers on and a long, flowing shirt. his naked skin, the domesticity of it all riles you up. he, however, doesn't intend it at all. he revels in your attention, sure, but he doesn't go out of his way on purpose to tease you.

it's not his fault that you're the horny one, here.

✦ㅤㅤZ = zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards . . .)

it depends. honestly, for 'nari, orgasms usually just calm his mind, make his body syrupy-slow; he's rarely ever knocked out from them. depending on what the two of you choose to do, that can lead to a slow day of simply lounging about or a nap: he can do either.

i debated putting in a side note for bondage, saying that tighnari cannot have his hands tied above his head. however, i ultimately scrapped it considering many people may not particularly share the headcanon about his lightning scars/PTSD. so i'll keep it brief here LMFAO: i feel that stretching out his shoulders too far could cause immense strain and/or pain on the scars. anywho !! o(*////▽////*)q

1 APR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

#ㅤ✦【 EVENT 】 #side note . . . how is that seal emoji so big every time LMAO #i love it >< #alphabet #sub genshin #genshin smut #sub tighnari #tighnari smut #dom reader #o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

[dontloseyourpants]

Can you post a few of your all time favorite pantsing content so that us newbies can see?

I think that's a great idea! I have a #fav tag for ones I really like, but here's a list of "chef's choice" scenes.

Sullivan & Son (John Michael Higgins is one of my top celebrity crushes, so I'm forever grateful he got such a great pantsing scene)

Modern Family (I'm a lover of all hot sitcom dad's, and as far as I'm concerned, they should all have scenes like this.)

Lady Boy Friends The Series (Always a fan of scenes where more than one guy gets pantsed, especially when briefs are involved.)

Second Time Lucky (I love guys getting stripped via supernatural/paranormal means, and I love guys with glasses. Double whammy.)

Wicked Science (Paranormal includes sci-fi gobbledygook. Especially when it's a hot bully in briefs)

Fisica o Quimica (Multiple pantsings, AND it's plot relevant, both rare in their own, much less together. Sidebar, this series got a new adaptation recently and they didn't keep this scene, hateful behavior.)

Class of 2020 (I have an unfortunate weakness for family members embarrassing each other. This one has a hot older brother getting embarrassed by his younger brother and his dad, both also hot.)

There's a sampling platter of scenes I like, and what my tastes are. What are some of your guys favorite scenes, and why?

#ask

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can I request Noe and Vanitas with a busty tomboy s/o who likes to pull them into her chest when hugging them or when she's excited?

Noe + Vanitas w/ busty baby headcanons

Noe

Two exceptionally excited people just amping each other up, what could go wrong?

Noe would never admit this, because he is a gentleman (or at least not be aware he was admitting it), but he loves boobs.

Breasts are his favorite asset of the female species. They’re soft. They’re warm. They happily bounce around.

A partner with large breasts would be ideal, and he of course always likes hugs.

Have a hug from s/o, which is already very special, and then having the soft embrace of their ample mounds as well is a treat for any day.

Vanitas

He is…..less excited.

He does love & care about s/o, but physical affection has always been a challenge for him.

The sudden ‘attack’ of affection is also off putting. Coupled with the dual ‘assault’ of their chesticals in what seems to be always compromising clothing is a double whammy.

He doesn’t like large breasts. He prefers petite women.

Not that he’s against them one way or the other. A woman’s breasts are the least interesting part of them, in his opinion, as it matters about the person. He still doesn’t like them in his face though.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers) #vanitas #the case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #vanitas of the blue moon headcanons #vanitas of the blue moon #vanitas hc #vanitas headcanon #vanitas x reader #noe x reader #noe archiviste #noe archiviste x reader #noe archiviste headcanons

[odocoiileus]

HAI BESTIE1! 1! 1! I request sonthing for Jason Voorhees, maybe something were his s/o has a LOT of plushies? (Ex, I have 10+) you could write it anyway you want (also ty!!!)

pairings: jason voorhees x gn! reader

warnings: implications of murder, blood - the typical for a slasher such as the machete-wielding man

a/n: HELLO BESTIE!! thank you for the ask teehee

let's be real here, jason has never had much of a childhood. considering his insanely religious mother, and the bullying..then the drowning.

I imagine he had a stuffed bear, all torn and raggedy, at most. nothing special.

he's surprised at your.., well, insane amount of stuffed animals. he'll eye them, inspect them, touch them.

I do think there's a possibility of him becoming a little confused (maybe even a bit of jealousy, though I doubt it), if you give these stuffed animals too much attention.

silently watches from afar.

make sure to keep them covered when new people arrive at camp crystal lake, or hide them, or stop jason from climbing into bed with you at the end of the day. they are at HIGH risk of getting stained with shades of crimson.

god forbid they do get stained, jason will feel guilty. because..he is the one running around killing people.

as an apology (after many little acts such as gift giving, standing there awkwardly and bashfully), he'll give you his very old teddy bear if he manages to find it. it's the thought that counts, right?

jason's a very big man, it's a little awkward to sleep side by side (although he doesn't need sleep, he knows you do) so usually you resort to laying on top of him.

he realizes that the stuffed animals are a form of comfort for you, and so is he. double whammy! as soon as you hit the bed, you're fast asleep

#slasher x reader #slashers x reader #jason vorhees x reader #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #odofics #odocoiileus

[meigui-jin]

Hc's about yandere gyokko-i don't even know if that exist- if you are able to, how we essentially "kidnap"someone if he's the type to do that?

I couldn't see gyokko getting obsessed over someone unless they shared the same view over art and have similar attitudes,but now that I think about it,gyokko for sure would NOT like someone with a stuck up attitude (muichiro) for sure, he'd get irritated quickly

I don't think he could kidnap them into his pot...? He literally discombobulated a person doing that and they ended being all bent at different sorts of angles In the manga. So idk, maybe he just hold them hostage in a place surrounded by his pots so they couldn't escape? 🤔

I could also see gyokko def being the POSSESSIVE type,we see that attitude with his pots often. Seems like the sort of person to say "get ur slimy hands off my pots!" But with a person this time

Gyokko is hard yandere to pin point lol

I don't know why people don't write about Gyokko at all :( He is literally the DEFINITION of a worshiper yandere and it's sad that I don't see that come to fruition-

Yeah anyways- though I'd believe Gyokko would enjoy someone with a calmer personality. He sees that a a beautiful trate in his S/O.

However you wouldn't have to share the same love for art- you ARE the art ✨

Though it's a double whammy if you also enjoy the fanatic arts of pottery or just art in general. It just enforces the idea that this was ment to be.

Also no- you can't get randomly sucked into a pot your super secret admirer placed in your house. That would probably kill you- and surprisingly- Gyokko wouldn't find that to be pretty. So he would just show up to your house and dramatically kidnap you- though he thinks is more like a prince stealing away his poor captured princess/prince/majesty rather than you screaming and kicking the entire way.

Plus if your a demon slayer he just annoyingly gushes about how well you use your blade and breath style.

Also yes- you now live in a room full of around 200 pots. Just don't accidentally break any of them.

Gyokko is definitely like #4 on my 'Most possessive kny yandere' list. He will literally hiss at anyone or anything that comes near you- and he doesn't discriminate either. Say goodbye to that bird that unknowingly flew through the wooden cage- oh Yeah- your a in a cage. A nice bird cage to look at something beautiful ❤️

Yeah that bird got obliterated- rest in peace...

So escaping is nye-impossible with Gyokko as you're yandere.

#yandere #yandere kny #yandere kny x reader #yandere gyokko #gyokko #yandere upper moon 5 #yandere upper moons #yandere gyokko x reader #we need more of the fish man #tw - kidnapping #tw - reader is put in a cage