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Helping Ahmed's Family: Escaping War to a New Life

Ahmed and His Family's Journey: Between War and Hope🌷🙏

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Amidst the devastating conflict engulfing Gaza,

I, Ahmed Alanqer, aged 34, find myself navigating life alongside my wife, Dina Almnasra, and our four beloved children: Zeina, aged 7, Eileen, aged 6, Yamen, aged 4, and our newborn baby girl born amidst the current chaos of war.

I worked as an accountant in a stable company until the escalating winds of war disrupted my professional life and ravaged our home and goods warehouse. Fleeing northward, we refuge in makeshift tents in Deir al-Balah.

Life is not easy for them, as fears of healthcare shortages and harsh conditions surround them mercilessly.

Mychildren suffer from diseases and long for their previous days and schools, while the harsh realities of living in war unfold in all its severity.

Our daily reality is harsh and unforgiving, surrounded by fears of healthcare shortages and the brutal conditions of displacement. Our children face illnesses and yearn for the stability of their schools and the comfort of their former lives, while the grim realities of war unfold around us."In this brutal conflict, my children have endured unimaginable fear and uncertainty.

Their education has been disrupted for over 9 months, depriving them of the chance to learn and grow as they once dreamed. Gone are the toys and games that once brought them joy, replaced by the stark reality of displacement and constant upheaval," I sadly reflect.

We've experienced repeated displacements, facing increased health risks due to weakened immunity and the challenges of maintaining basic hygiene amidst the chaos of war.

My wishes that they find support and assistance to escape from these difficult situations.

Ahmed's current goal is to get his family out of Gaza to start a new life in safety and peace. The costs of travel make this dream unattainable, as travel costs $5000 for adults and $2500 for each child, in addition to accommodation and travel expenses.

We urgently appeal for your moral and financial assistance to cover the necessary costs for escaping to a safe environment, where we can build a better future for our children and ensure our family's safety.

Together, we can support Ahmed and his family in amount, will have a significant impact on the lives of these children who are looking forward to a new chance to start over amid the harsh realities of war.

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Little Duckling

[Ratio x Child! Reader, Platonic]

Summary: Dr. Ratio takes responsibility of you after an experiment goes awry. Which you, a child, gets isekai’d into the work of Honkai Star Rail. Based on my headcanons here.

To add: This fic is COMPLETELY platonic and gender neutral. Readers age is not specified at all and there is no use of Y/N. New found family type of shit. Not proofread lol.

“Seems like you’re gonna be picked up late, bud.” Your teacher says after putting the call down with your parents. She gently takes your small hands and leads you to the classroom, letting you sit down on the giant rug where all the toys are.

You felt a little sad. Your parents are late again. It's been a long day for you and you want to take a rest now! But looking at your teacher, you didn’t mind spending more time with her. 

Noticing your foul mood getting better, she gives you a toy bear to play with in the meantime. “Here you go. I’ll call someone to watch over you while I go get something. Be good, okay?” You giggle as she ruffles your hair before leaving briefly. Now you’re left alone in the big classroom with a stuffed bear.

“Hello, Mr. Bear” Its stubby paws gesture to a small wave as you puppet it with your hands. A small smile escapes your lips as you play with it more. Your imagination becomes much more creative with imagining scenarios with the bear.

Perhaps you’ll take it in a cool adventure! Or.. or.. maybe somewhere scary where you defeat the evil monster!! Or go solve a mystery with Mr. Bear as a sidekick! How about all of it? Yeah!!!! You pat yourself on the back for being a smart detective in thinking about how you’ll (spend your time) go on an adventure!

Your playtime is cut short when an odd gust of wind blows past you. You look behind and a small crack of whatever is in the air. It pulsates with a soft glow, almost like it's beckoning you to come closer. An ominous feeling creeps up onto your spine and you decide that it isn’t a good thing.

The anomaly suddenly breaks apart in a maelstrom of whirring winds sucking anything nearby. From chairs, tables, toys and everything. The classroom trembles and glass starts to crack.

You act on instinct but struggle to stand up, feeling weaker and weaker. The lights flicker constantly, almost in the same erratic rhythm as your beating heart.Your senses start to dull from the sheer intensity of the situation. Tears threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes and yet only to be sucked in by whatever it is behind you.

“It’s hard to breathe-'' More of your tears are sucked in. Your steps to the door get lighter and lighter, till you’re practically in the air getting sucked towards the portal. And as quickly as you get sucked in, quickly your consciousness fades.

You wake up groggy with a faint ringing in your ear. Soon that ringing turns into indiscernible voices. That’s when you decide to open your eyes. The first thing you see is the blinding lights above you. You blink it all away and focus more properly in the room that you’re in. Clean white room with many digital images on the screen. The occasional beeping of machines filling the void of silence. 

Your lips feel oddly moist. Looking down, an oxygen mask is placed on you, connected to a machine that makes the rhythmic beeps that you hear. You try to try to remove the mask with your hands but that's when you notice a wire inside connected from your hand. Your unease becomes more palpable and your gaze follows the wire connecting to a bag of fluids hung on a rack.

Your breaths start to accelerate. Where the hell were you? Why are you here? What happened? Where are your parents? Where are your siblings? Where is home? Your heart hammers against your ribcage. Sweat trickling down against your forehead, despite the coolness of the room. Irrationality and fear colliding with each other in a dizzying storm.

The machine beside you beeps louder and louder. Incessantly dulling your head to think properly. Your chest starts to tighten and your sobs are unable to escape from your lips because of the bile forming in your throat. Tears well in your eyes- through your blurry vision you reach out for something. Anything.

Your hand is enveloped by something warm. It pulls you in, surrounding you completely in a dull embrace. You shut your eyes to focus on slowing your heart rate, the dullness becoming calming. Still, the intensity of your panic lingers longer. Your hands tremble, yet hold on to the warmth with an iron fist. Scared of letting it go and possibly losing it forever. 

Your senses start to come back and you hear the muffled voice of someone. With the crash of fatigue washing over you, it becomes a lullaby for you. You follow each faint word with a held breath and exhaling slowly. You settle to lean further into the warmth that envelops you, letting you fall asleep with ease.

By the time you wake up again, the warmth is already gone. Instead being poorly replaced by a blanket on you. The blinding lights back again to bite your eyes. You wince and blink rapidly to adjust yourself more. When you try to rub your eyes, your hands are held firmly by someone else.

You squint your eyes to look at them, a shade of purple is something you noticed first. Then a click of a tongue after. “Turn off half of the lights.” A man says and quickly the strain on your eyes is uplifted.

You finally adjust and you see that what was connected to your hand is now gone. But now you can also see him clearly. ‘Huh, so the purple you saw was actually his hair.’ The first thing that came to mind after noticing his hair was to greet the man in front of you. You open your mouth but your throat tightens. No voice comes out of you, so you opt to close your mouth and nod your head instead since your hands are still held back by him.

The man removes his hands from yours carefully, as if anticipating any form of sudden movement from you. You look at him, an odd pair of reddish-pink eyes looking back at you. The reflection of the light highlights the yellow ring around his pupil, consuming you in a hypnotic gaze.

Perhaps because of the peculiarity of his eyes is the reason why you’re so calm at the moment as he backs away to give you ample space to examine you properly. His gaze still unwavering, although with a hint of softness. There's a deliberate sound of calmness in the air as he asks, “Are you feeling well?”

You nod wordlessly in response, not in the mood to speak. He hums in acknowledgement before turning to the other person near the doorway of the room. You see the other person visibly flinch from his gaze and immediately leaves after excusing themself from the room.

Once alone with you, he takes a much more intentional pace in his actions as he takes out an ID from pocket and hands it to you. He points to it then to himself. “I am Doctor. Veritas Ratio. Your current doctor.” He speaks slowly, enunciating each word to make sure you understand properly.

You repeat his name in his head. Veritas Ratio. It's a very unique name that makes your curiosity spark up. He is, afterall, very peculiar. Different hair color, different eyes, different name? How very peculiar indeed!

Your curiosity must've shown when he speaks, “I will entertain your questions in the future. First-” he pauses before giving you a tablet with a blank form needing your information. “Since you can’t speak yet, you will introduce yourself with this”

You take the tablet with sheer astonishment at its sleek, high-tech design. Ratio guides you in the form. “Surely you are adept in inputting?” His question is answered with the furrow of your brows and the tilting of your head as you try to piece together what he meant. 

A small part of Ratio finds endearment from the face of your frustration. He pushes it down to focus on the matter at hand. He leans closer and taps on a blank line on the form, a keyboard appearing on the tablet. Your mood turns from frustration to one of unexpected clarity.

It works like a normal tablet- just looks more techy, you guess. You type your name slowly with your two index fingers. Each press is paired with a beep that amuses you to no end. You signal him that you finished typing by facing the front of the tablet to him with an expectant gaze. Ratio hums, acknowledging you by taking the tablet and reading your name aloud. 

Now it was his turn to look at you expectantly, as if a silent question if he’d pronounced your name correctly. A surge of delight fills you as you nod excitedly with a big smile. Ratio nods at you back. Although his face is stoic, there's a twinge of amusement from him as he watches your eyes twinkle by simply reading your name aloud. 

“Children are truly simple minded.” Ratio concluded audibly. When he notices your head tilted at him, he dismisses you, explaining that it was nothing. He hands you the tablet back and guides you to the rest of the questions in the form. 

Age. “Little one, how old are you?” Ratio asks with a raised brow. You hold up your fingers to show him how old you were. He points to the number you’re supposed to press. Mentally, he notes down the fact that you can count. He just doesn’t know how far. Perhaps he should teach you personally? Who knows what kind of fallacious education any other teacher would provide? Perhaps even… So on and so forth.

You stare at Ratio who is clearly deep in thought. You don’t know why, but currently your empty stomach doesn’t care when it growls loudly. Your face glows red with mortification before turning away from Ratio quickly. Clearly the hospital bed will be your new grave from all this embarrassment.

Your mind changes immediately though after a large hand is gently placed atop of your head. “I’ll be back with some food.” Ratio says before getting up and quickly leaving. You wait for him patiently, and to be fair, it didn’t really take a long time. As if he’s already anticipated your hunger.

The door opens to reveal Ratio holding a tray of food. He sits down next to you and you can clearly see the.. Uh.. food? Much to Ratio’s dismay, your mind quickly changes again. He observes how you looked so appalled with the food he brought. 

Why does it look like green sludge? Is he trying to feed you poison? When he brings a spoonful of whatever he brought, you turn away with a grumble. But your conscience gnaws at you. You wanna be a good kid like how your teacher said! So you, with an unbroken-probably-slightly-broken will, turn back to Ratio who still holds the spoonful to your lips. You gulp cartoonishly, mentally preparing yourself for the battle of your tastebuds.

Quickly, you take a sip and surprisingly it tastes… nothing! It's soft and easy to swallow but that's about it. Nothing special about the meal. You decide to suck it up and keep eating the small spoonfuls that Ratio gives. When you finally finish the meals, a sigh of relief escapes from you when he offers you a glass of water to wash the ‘taste’ away. 

Nonetheless, the battle of your tastebuds is over! Huzzah! But wait- you are immediately distracted by a small, yellow, glossy pudding. Your eyes light up in excitement at the sight of sweet goodness. The pudding glistens as Ratio scoops a small spoonful and feeds to you. You, of course, take a bite as fast as you can.

You savor the velvety sweetness but comforting taste that completely melts in your mouth. Each spoonful fed, the messier you get, causing Ratio to sigh, “You were eating properly earlier and now here you are with a mess on your face.” You raised your hand to wipe your face but Ratio was quicker to wipe the sides of your mouth with a wet wipe. “Let me. You’ll only make a bigger mess” He grumbles. You giggle, the first time Ratio hears your voice.

“Oh? You even have the gall to laugh at the mess you made? The sugar must’ve gotten to you already. Perhaps no more pudding for you.” 

A horrified gasp escapes your lips and immediately you grab his sleeve and tug on it over and over. You stare at Ratio with big eyes that shimmers with apologies and hope for him not to confiscate the pudding you haven’t finished yet. The more that Ratio stares, the more impossible it felt for him to say no to you. 

Although to you, he looked stoic as he was before but you came at him with some prayers and a dream to eat pudding again. Your silent pleading finally works when Ratio sighs and gives you another spoonful of pudding. “Wasting food is not a good thing after all.” You nod, this time you eat carefully so as to not make a mess, lest you give him a chance to take your pudding away again.

You take a small rest to digest properly while Ratio is out to put the empty trays away. Perhaps it was out of boredom when you yawned. By the time Ratio comes back, you were already asleep. He sighs and comes closer to properly tuck you in the bed. Once finished, he just stares at you and thinks about what he needs to do next when you wake up.

A walk in the hospital's garden, some basic hygiene, and probably a place for you to stay. Yeah, sounds good to him. But first, he’s gotta complain to the resource management about the shitty blankets they have. Ratio stands up, turning the lights off on the way to the door. Leaving you with his coat tucked around you.

A/N: That's it for now folks! This is going to have multiple chapters that'll follow my headcanons so its not over yet :3. Thank you so much for reading! A like or a reblog would be very appreciated.

I want you to remember:

The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.

bat boys (gotta catch 'em all)

dick | jason | tim | damian

hi i rlly wanna request a kind of jealous reader but not in the way like oh who is she haha more like i alr know everything about her and i will plant a bomb in her toilet if she doesn’t get away from you </3 ps ur the funniest person ever ily

here you are i hope this is up to your expectations!!! (I love you too 🫶🏽🫶🏽)

❛ i’m not jealous ❜

jjk men reacting to jealous (borderline possessive reader)

For some reason, there’s nothing on earth more infuriating than mischaracterization of your favorite robin

I am insane

your bf texts w gojo were literally SO real and cute 😭🩷🩷🩷 would u ever think of doing one for geto - like bf texts w geto? totally fine if not - hope u have a wonderful day and im gonna be thinking abt the gojo texts for a while now 😳🩷

.✦°. • BF GETO TEXTS & TWEETS

notes: tee hee! did this to tide everyone over while i write a suguru fic

warnings: swearing, suggestive, f!reader

NSFW alphabet for Dick Greyson and Jason Todd?

Dick Grayson and Jason Todd nsfw alphabets

Ayy sorry ive been dead for a week. Heres some dudes, enjoy.

Nsfw under the cut

Dick Grayson

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Dick is an octopus afterwards. He is extremely cuddly, if hes topped or bottomed doesn’t matter, he wants to hold you or be held but you. Expect many kisses and sweet words from both sides.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Dicks favourite body part on himself is his ass or his arms. On his partner is your ass too, and your chest. Doesn’t matter what kind of chest you have, he loves it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Dick always wants you to finish inside of him, he especially loves to be plugged up after or for you to eat it out of him after. If it isn’t inside of him, he wants it rubbed all over his ass or torso.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s had sex in the batcave, the titans tower and the league tower. He also uses his nightwing gadgets to do it. He likes to be spat on, specially when you hold his mouth open and spit into it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I think Dick has an alright amount of experience, but he hasn’t explored an insane amount of kinks or anything that can be dubbed as unusual. Hes tried stuff like toys, choking and blindfolds, but theres still many things he doesn’t tried.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

The one where he’s lying on his stomach, and you are over his back or Breeding press. On you its where you are laying on your sides, and he’s behind you with your leg lifted. (I don’t know the names of any position)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Dick can make a couple of jokes or over the top flirty remarks, which makes you both snicker, but its not as much as for example Hal.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I think he shaves most of his body, tho he might leave a bit of fuzz near his pubes and crack. I think the nightwing suit feels more comfortable without too much hair.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Dick is very romantic, he especially loves kissing and saying the sappiest things when he’s feeling very romantic. It of course depends on what your doing, but he will always kiss you and tell you how much he loves you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t jack off as much as he did in the past. When he was younger it was almost every day, but now its maybe a few times a week, since he can have most of his needs met by you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage/shibari

Dom/Sub

Gagging

Marking (hickeys, cum, spit)

Edging and ruined orgasm

Roleplay (hero/villain. Rivals. Gym intructor/Gym goer, etc)

Prostate massage/torture

Rimming (receiving and giving)

Is slow and loving sex a kink? The kind that lasts hours, and is mostly spent in each other’s arms and kissing and whispering loving things.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His favourite place is at your shared apartment, as that’s where he feels safest. In his room at the Wayne manor.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Like all heroes, I think adrenaline gets him going to some extent. When you grab his thighs or ass, or massage his shoulders after a mission. When you order him around.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Would never in his days do non-con rp, the very thought makes him anxious and panicky. Wouldn’t do it in a too public place. Doesn’t like to insult you whilst doing it, tho he doesn’t mind being insulted himself.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Dick doesn’t have a preference, he both likes to give and receive. He has some experience, but he still gags and coughs, make sure to praise him during.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Dick prefers to take his time, especially if he’s the one in charge. At times he wants you to be rough and fast with him though.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Dick likes quickies, sure, but they aren’t his favourite. Its mainly if your both heroes and during breaks in missions, or if you both are busy and don’t have time to draw it out.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Depending on what it is, Dick can be risky. Though he wouldn’t be risky about the situation you do it, he might give some kinks a try to figure out if he likes it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

As he’s a hero, he has an alright stamina. Though it is nowhere near the lengths of Hal, Clark or Bruce. Depending on the day, you might be tired out before him, depends on if you’re a hero as well.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Dick owns some toys, mainly dildos, plugs and toys for when you are rougher with him. Mainly rope and a paddle and alike. When he’s alone he likes to use toys, but its not something he absolutely needs when you do it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Dick doesn’t tease a whole lot on the average day. Though there will be days he is super teasing, especially when he wants you to punish him or get you riled up to dom you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He isn’t extremely loud, though he can moan loudly if you hit just right, he whimpers and whines a lot though.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Dick likes to cook, especially romani dishes. If you are interested in learning or tasting, he will be super excited. He likes when you run your hands through his hair. He calls you Romani pet names sometimes

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Above average in length, but is normal thickness. It isn’t over the top in size, but you notice. Has a visible vein on the underside that makes him buck and moan when you tongue it. Cut.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive isn’t as high as it used to be. The last couple of years its winded down little by little. He can go a couple of weeks without if he absolutely has too, but then he is on you like a starved animal when he can.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes Dick some time to fall asleep after, especially if was rough. Then he needs to be comforted and given good aftercare. When he’s dommed he waits for you to fall asleep first.

  Jason Todd

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

During aftercare Jason will clean you both up, if he was the one in charge. If it was you he lets you clean him up and wants to cuddle.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite part about himself is his thighs, and after many compliments from you, his eyes. He loves your eyes and your hands.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Loves when you cum on his face or chest. Will stick his tongue out and let you finish all over it. Loves when you swallow.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has dubcon roleplay fantasies. Definitely fantasies about using guns and knives during.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Doesn’t have an insane amount of experience, that’s what happens when you die as a teen and come back as a rage filled zombie.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Against a wall, whether it be his chest or back against said wall. This also goes both ways, he loves you up against a wall too. Missionary or Doggy too.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He isn’t super goofy during, he might make a comment here or there.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Minimal grooming. Shaves his body hair just enough that it isn’t a bother and leaves it at that.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He is somewhat romantic. He likes to kiss and caress your cheek and jaw. He loves when you tell you loving things during.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Masturbates every other day. It tends to be quickies during patrol or when your asleep.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Roleplay (Hero/Villain, Cop/Criminal, Teacher/Student (in the vigilante sense))

Blood or bruises (mainly the ones he or you get during patrol, though he isn’t against giving or getting them from each other either.)

Choking

Marking (hickeys, cuts, spitting, cum, maybe even tattoos)

Dom/Sub

Knife and gunplay (he isn’t as verbal about it though)

Sensory deprivation

Pet play (though, he is shy about it)

Muscle worship.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In semi-public areas (alleyways, bathrooms, etc). In his safehouses.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Like all heroes, adrenaline of the fight gets him going. When you spar together. When you grab his waist or fondle his chest or ass. Seeing you shirtless or scuffed up from patrol, or when you have to patch each other up.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes, he doesn’t like sharing you or being that vulnerable. Use a belt, as it reminds him of his childhood.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers receiving, tho he isn’t against giving. Is sloppy and messy when he gives, though he has little gag reflex. Tends to stick his tongue out and let your cum drip.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depending on what your doing, it tends to be somewhere between slow and fast. Though it tends to be rough, no matter the pace. Of course, there’s still times where its slow and loving.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Jason likes quickies, especially when you pull him aside during patrols or in breaks during missions to get him off and leave him for the rest of the trip on his stained underwear and a wet hole.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s fine with risks, be it kinks or places to do it. As long as its not a place where kids and alike could find you by accident.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

After the Lazarus pit his stamina has shot through the roof, so he lasts for quite a long time. That’s why its effective to wind him up over most the day or couple of days.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own a lot of toys, its mainly things like paddles and plugs, though he owns a dildo or two.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jason doesn’t do a whole lot of teasing, its mainly you that do it. He mostly does it during sparing, but grinding against you or grabbing and pulling in certain areas.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Jason isn’t very loud, he tends to clench his teeth. He pants, groans and grunts mostly. He only moans semi-loud when he’s extremely wound up.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Is the best cook from the batkids, much to Alfred’s enjoyment. Likes to watch cartoons or kids’ movies as he didn’t get to do it when he was younger. Collects hero merch, though he did it a lot more as a kid and young teen.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Bigger than average, and thicker. The kind of size you need to prep for, and you could wrap both your hands around. Visible veins. The size isn’t obvious when out and about, as he tends to wear a cup. Uncut.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Doesn’t have an insane high sex drive. Could go a week or two without, but then he would be desperate, this is the best time to really draw it out with teasing.

 Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes a good while for him to fall asleep after if you haven’t completely exhausted him, which is kinda difficult. He likes to cuddle and watch trashy reality tv after, or read a book.