#q // your desperation is remarkable

[dilvei]

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ( y! dragon x m! human reader )

yandere! dragon x male! human reader

warnings:

nsfw

throne sex

overstimulation

the dragon has two pp's and a long tongue

i think my tumblr looks a little like a desert rn since I haven't posted anything in a while, so take this old smut oneshot of mine that I posted months ago in watt and q. for like context: it's from a fic of mine called mythical devotion, but the really important fact is that the dragon's name is Idris and the mc, you, are the current ruler/king hehe.

Frankly, you still find yourself questioning how it is that you've led yourself into this situation.

The empty throne room is filled only by the audible sound of your breath. Idris towers over you as you remain seated on the throne, his claws tight around your skin, digging securely into your arms like a vice.

Suppressing a grimace, you lift your chin, meeting the dragon's gaze. "What is the meaning of this, Idris?"

There is an almost single-minded intensity from how Idris is watching you, and you gulp as you receive no answer from the other, unsettled by the rare silence.

"Idris…?" you murmur his name, a furrow of concern creasing your brow before it vanishes as quickly as it appeared.

A startled gasp escapes your lips as Idris suddenly makes himself at home, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he whispers,

"[Name]."

Idris’s voice is pitched lower than usual, like fire trailing down your skin. You can’t stop the instinctive shiver that runs through your body at the sound of it. You attempt to move, but Idris’s grasp on you remains unyielding.

A deep inhale reaches your ears, and you frown, holding your breath. Is Idris... inhaling your scent? You can't even begin to understand why.

You've been sitting all day on the throne, addressing endless requests and grappling with the council's demands. There is nothing there for the dragon to smell except for your sweat.

You shift again, but you are caught off guard by what happens next. Idris emits a low groan into your ear before the sharp sting of fangs sinks into your neck. "Ah—!"

Blood trickles down.

A searing tongue laps up each bead of blood, sending a fiery tremor down your spine with each wet lick of his tongue. A fleeting smile brushes against the juncture of your shoulder and neck.

"You've been so consumed in your duties, Your Majesty. Not even a moment spared for your adoring beloved. How very, very rude, my sweet little darling. Discourteous, even."

Heat brushes against your cheek as you become aware of the rigid, hard presence pressing against your thigh. Oh, this is...

Your mind scrambles for purchase, desperately seeking an escape from Idris’s unexpected fervor. You have to find a way out of here.

Certainly, you had brushed aside Idris's presence most of the time he visited you in the throne room, but still. "I was— Of course I was busy. I have a kingdom to manage and rule over, I can't just—"

Idris tuts you to silence, his lips gently nibbling at your ear. "Wrong answer."

Idris climbs onto the throne, wedging a leg between yours and pushing you further back into the velvet seat.

There is the promise of being devoured whole in those dilated golden eyes. As you bare your throat to Idris, you can't ignore the unmistakable pool of desire reflected in the dragon’s gaze, crowding you entirely, palpable and consuming.

"You have the freedom to walk away at any moment, [Name]. But I doubt you would, prideful thing you are," Idris remarks, his finger trailing down your cheek before tilting your chin upward, bringing your face closer to his.

It's dizzying, disorienting, and when it all subsides, you see it.

Despite Idris looming over you, it feels as though the dragon himself is the one on his knees, pure awe etched on his features, a reverent finger caressing the contours of your cheek. What does Idris see in you, you wonder.

Sometimes, you still cannot comprehend Idris’s mind. How is it that the dragon holds such devotion for your entire being? There is always love—an overwhelming love—that threatens to engulf you whole.

Idris has yet to resume any of his firm touches, but at the same time, he does not move away, a maddening smirk playing upon his lips.

A surge of annoyance courses through you at the sight. Without hesitation, you shake off Idris's grasp—something akin to triumph crosses Idris's face—and pull the annoying dragon down by the neck, crashing your lips together.

You are the one who started the kiss, but Idris is the one who controls it.

The pace is slow at first, your head tilted up to accommodate the embrace, but soon Idris’s long tongue delves deeper, coaxing your head to the side as if to consume you. Your muffled whimpers are drowned out by Idris’s groans, and your shaky hands desperately clutch at his frame.

It isn’t until you are nearly out of breath that Idris allows your lips to part. Desire curls low in your stomach.

"Don't lose your breath so early now, [Name]," Idris tells you, a smile on his face. "We've barely just begun, hm?"

You glare in reply, gripping tightly onto his shoulder. "And whose fault is that, dragon?" you question back, words barely audible from how out of breath you are.

Idris chuckles sharply in reply before, strangely enough, moving away from you.

"Idris, you— What exactly are you—" Your words falter easily as Idris kneels and tugs both your pants and underwear down before casting them aside. A sharp pang of shame ignites as your arousal springs forth, hard and slick already.

"Oh, [Name]," Idris begins, voice laden with want, "you're always so eager for me, aren't you?"

"Move," you stammer, eyes roaming across the room, "Not here, Idris. This place is—"

Idris’s body abruptly shoots up, his fingers gripping your chin and forcing you to meet the gaze of his golden eyes and nothing else. "There's no one here, Your Majesty. Just you and me."

Those golden eyes remain fixed on you, capturing every nuance of your expression. You shut your eyes in shame, trying to evade the piercing scrutiny as best you can.

"That won't do," Idris chides gently, "I need you to look at me, [Name]."

You stubbornly keep your eyes closed, denying the request, and Idris hums, releasing his hold to go back down and—

"Ah—!"

A firm hand closes around your erection, and your hips instinctively buck. However, Idris’s unoccupied hand swiftly pins you down, and you moan, loudly, your body twitching at the dragon's casual display of strength.

"Still refusing to look, even now?" Idris whispers, his breath teasing your arousal, and you bite down on your lips, stifling another moan. "This is unfair, you know? I've been patiently waiting for you all day." The hand on your cock twists and tightens, and you use all your strength to swallow down the scream of a whimper that threatens to escape.

"Open your eyes for me, [Name]. Please." Idris's plea is soft, a stark contrast to the dragon's unrelentingly pressing body, his every touch branding you as his.

Swallowing a hiss, you try to sort out your words and force your mouth open in an attempt at protest, but your words die in your throat as Idris adjusts his grip. He places a hand on your shaking thigh, pulls, and hoists your leg over his shoulder, baring everything.

You finally open your eyes, see the cruel smirk on the dragon's lips. "N-no. This position—"

"Look at you. Still so pretty, even here," Idris murmurs softly, golden eyes trailing between your legs, almost spellbound. "I've always wanted to taste more than your lips."

Humiliation courses through you as you try to shield your twitching hole with your other leg, preserving whatever modesty it is you have left, but with a speed that you've rarely seen in the dragon, Idris's other hand swiftly seizes your leg and pins it down firmly.

"Don't hide away," Idris whispers, his tone sweet like saccharine, a wicked smile on his lips before the dragon maneuvers your leg even higher, eliciting a whimper from your throat. "You'll enjoy this, dear. Trust me," Idris says sweetly as he moves and licks his tongue into your hole.

Your entire body spasms, your leg instinctively clamping down on Idris’s shoulder as the persistent probing of his long tongue inside you sends waves and waves of pleasure coursing through your veins, a never-ending sensation shooting up your spine.

"Ah, ah, Idris—!"

Idris hums inside you, and tremors rack your frame, the vibrations shaking you to the core. Your hands scramble helplessly on the armrests of your throne.

"Idris— Idris, please—"

You whine, tears welling in your eyes as sobs escape your bitten lips.

You try to stifle the moans rising, crawling, from your throat but you can't. Idris denies you of it, immobilizing both your hands with his tail as the dragon's tongue slithers impossibly deep. "Stop, I can't— Idris, Idris, no—"

In response, his tongue curls inside of you, deftly spreading your walls, searching for that bundle of sensitive nerves that'll send you spasming and spiraling into ecstasy.

Idris finds it, easily, and with dark lustful eyes staring right at you, the cruel dragon presses his tongue unrelentingly against your prostate.

You tense, your body arching, jaw slack as your eyes roll back into your head. With a loud sob, you shatter, cum splattering on your royal attire, your body going limp as you gulp for air like a drowning man, eyes struggling to focus under the haze of pleasure, senses reeling in the aftermath of it all.

"Who am I to ever deny you, my dearest love," Idris breathes out, withdrawing his tongue and replacing it with two slender figures. Alarm bells flicker within you.

You suck in a sharp breath.

"Haven't you— had enough yet...?" you ask, voice barely audible. Idris gives you an amused huff, taking out his fingers as the dragon removes his pants, revealing his hard, leaking erections.

"There's still a long night ahead, hm?" is the answer you receive before he manhandles you to a different position. Your back is pressed firmly against the throne, your hands still bound by the dragon's tail as Idris's hands grip open your thighs.

A lovely blush sits high on your face as Idris leans toward you, his lips brushing against yours. "Don't scream too loudly, [Name]." Idris draws his cocks to slide between your ass, teasing gently against your perineum. "All right?"

"Ngh—"

Idris smiles, radiant eyes crinkling at the corners as he guides his cocks to where you are waiting, open and eager.

Your mouth falls agape as Idris enters you, a rush of delirium washing over you as you watch the dragon's cocks disappearing into you, inch by inch, until Idris reaches the deepest part of you, bottoming out with a groan.

It helps that this isn't your first time together with the dragon, but the sensation of fullness still overwhelms you. Coupled with the searing stretch, you can't suppress the loud, keening, almost broken moan that rips itself from your throat.

"You're so big," you mumble, filter completely abandoned in the throes of ecstasy. Clenching around Idris's cocks, you savor the heady feeling of being filled to the brim. When you look down, the sight of your stomach swelling from being filled to the brim doesn’t surprise you one bit. But what Idris does next does.

The dragon presses a hand down on your stomach, and your eyes cross from the pure pleasure you feel. "So so full—oh!—of you. Ah! ah—"

"That filthy little mouth of yours," Idris growls, voice husky with desire, and you choke out on a wail as Idris withdraws completely before plunging back into you with a single, powerful thrust.

"Idris, Idris. Hhh— Ah, Idris—!"

"Ah, I do adore it when my name is the only thing on your lips," Idris exhales sharply, each word punctuated by the relentless rhythm of his hips.

Tears well at the corners of your eyes, your mouth forming a silent plea with each exhale. You feel more exposed and vulnerable than ever before, reduced to a broken, shattered, needy mess of a man. The image of yourself in his mind—panting and debauched—sends a surge of arousal straight to your cock.

"You are so utterly exquisite," Idris murmurs, moving to sharply bite down on your neck once again.

"Idris," you moan in warning, the need to cum again is unbearable, and you shudder in your need, a whine trapped in your chest.

"What is it, my love?" Idris groans mid-sentence, and glances at you through the strands of white hair falling over his forehead. There's hunger burning inside the dragon's eyes, an adrenaline-fueled smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

"I'm going to— Again. I—"

But before you can finish, Idris spreads your legs wider, teasingly denying your release. "Not yet," Idris answers before slamming back inside, hitting an angle that sends you reeling, legs trembling all over.

A hoarse gasp escapes your throat as you writhe beneath Idris's every touch, your breath shallow, your mouth dry. You can't hold on much longer, not when Idris is pushing you relentlessly toward the edge just to wring you dry in the end. Your thighs tremble uncontrollably with each thrust, and you're sure you can hear yourself sobbing, voice raw and fractured. Tears blur your vision, and you struggle to even draw oxygen into your lungs.

"Don't pass out on me, [Name]," Idris's voice cuts through the haze.

"I.. I..." Your voice is punched out by another particular sharp thrust, and then you're gone, lost in a whirlwind of sensation. "Idris. I have to— Please, please–ah!—please I can't—" you sob to him, pleading, frantic.

Idris's smile widens as he shifts forward and slowly captures your lips in a soft kiss. "Good boy. Do as you please." Then plunges himself back in, muffling your scream with his mouth as he sets back to a punishing, relentless rhythm.

You mewl as you come undone once again to another climax, body wracked with oversensitivity as Idris continues, showing no mercy. Drool pools in your mouth, dripping from your open lips down to your chin. With a gasping breath, you realize your hands are no longer bound, and you wrap them around Idris's neck like it was always meant to be there.

Idris nails your prostate with a final, forceful thrust, eliciting a spurt of warmth that floods inside you completely, causing you to shake apart once more, toes curling as you keen loudly into his ear.

You've become a disheveled mess of gasping breaths and fractured moans, unable to do anything but whine as Idris shifts you into a new position. Now seated on Idris's lap, your body still impaled on Idris's cocks, you feel the dragon gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I should inform your dear council you'll be terribly indisposed tomorrow. I highly doubt you'd be able to walk after all this."

Tomorrow...? Right, there's more work to be done tomorrow, you can't do that, you can't neglect your duties as ruler. With your mind still reeling, albeit a bit blank, you shake your head in response.

"No?" Idris slams up inside you and you hiccup through the mind-shattering thrusts, barely able to focus and listen as Idris continues, "Well then, I suppose I'll have to exert myself a little more to make that a reality."

In response, you clench around him with a soft moan, blissful through your misty, tear-filled eyes.

[multifandomfix]

Rhaenys Targaryen Smut Alphabet

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

Flushed but flirty, doesn’t mind a bit of pillow talk after. She’ll have a bath made ready for you if you want one.

B = Body part (favorite body part of their partner’s)

Your thighs. She loves to spread them open nice and slow.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

It’s by no means a requirement, but if you wanted to wear something that showed others that you belonged to her, she wouldn’t be opposed to such an idea.

D = Dominant (who is in control? are they a top or bottom?)

Whether top or bottom Rhaenys is always the one in control.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She knows what she’s doing. While she likes to keep a little mystery to her past experience, it’s easy to tell she’s had some history with the way she so easily adapts to what you like.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

Either or, really. She’s perfectly content making love, but if you want to get a little rougher, she can work with that as well.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s often more serious, but catch her off guard and a little bit of playfulness might seep through that stoic exterior.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

Fealty. While she’s long ago given up the idea that she may be Queen, the thought of such devotion and service from you does still get her going.

I = Insatiable (how do they act when they’re desperate to have you?)

Barring anything of major importance for her to tend to, she will just drop everything, tell you she wants you and then just fucking have you (if you’re agreeable, of course).

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Though she doesn’t indulge as often as she once did, she finds no shame in a bit of self pleasure, and she loves it if you get turned on while watching her.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

It’s not a big thing for her, but she can be into some light impact play, with you on the receiving end. Praise and punishment in general tends to do it for her, as long as it doesn’t get too out of hand.

L = Location (favorite places to have sex)

Anywhere she feels remarkably sure she can get away with it. She does tend to prefer the assured privacy of her own quarters, but she can make do elsewhere should the mood strike.

M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

Though she doesn’t consider herself to be a vain woman, the way you tell her how beautiful she is as you trail kisses down her body never fails to warm her up and get her wet.

N = Naked (how do they undress? do they like to watch you undress?)

She likes you to help her undress and she does like to watch you as well. Bonus points if you’re shy, but willing to do it since it’s for her. Words of encouragement and praise will surely be heaped upon you.

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

She actually prefers to give, and she’s really quite gifted at it. She has this one trick with her tongue that you can’t ever quite figure out how she pulls off, but it always blows your mind.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It’s a mixed bag. She’ll change up the pace on you just to keep you on the edge a bit longer. It’s wicked, but she loves it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She’s fine with them, even likes them on occasion, but it’s not her preference.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She’ll definitely experiment and risk is fine with her to an extent as well. If there’s something you’re dying to try, bring it up and she’ll usually go for it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sometimes just one, but two or three rounds are not unheard of with her.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

Not so much. She has done in the past, but they aren’t something she seeks out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She loves to tease. Wouldn’t be a complete experience without it as far as she’s concerned. And she does love to hear you beg.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s not extremely loud, unless you want her to be. But she’s certainly not silent, either. She’ll let out long moans or repeat your name on her lips until you’ve made her come.

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

As long as she deems necessary. She’s not going to jump into bed with you if you’re not ready, but she’s not going to hold off if you are.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Rhaenys is a beautiful woman who takes great care of her body. You even like to tease her that she’s no mere princess but a goddess.

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

Moderate to high, depending. She enjoys sex, but it’s not an innate need for her like it seems to be for some.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Generally she likes to stay awake with you and cuddle or talk for a bit. She’s not a fan of just turning over and going right to sleep afterwards.

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[sleep-0-deprived]

Uzui Tengen NSFW alphabet

A Aftercare Uzui isn’t big on after care but he does make sure that you are comfortable

B. Body part (what’s his favorite body part). Uzui is more of a thigh guy and he loves you grip your thighs when the two of you are intimate he also loves seeing your thighs in stalking or fishnets that turns him on every time

C. Cum (where does he cum) he prefers to cum in your ass but if you ask he will pull out and cum on your chest or your face, seeing you fill or covered in his seed makes him want to fuck you all over again

D. Dirty secret He wants to see you get off by riding him until you go weak he also wants you to sit on his face and eat your ass out

E. Experience Uzui’s experience with men is actually pretty good but your the first man that he has ever been with but you wouldn’t be able to tell and he is amazing with his tongue

F. Favorite position His favorite position is missionary so he can see the bulge in your stomach and your leaky dick but more than that he loves to see the expressions you make when he pounds into you

G. Goofy (is he goofy during sex or more serious). Uzui is more serious during sex but he will smirk or make a sly remark towards you

H. Hair. Uzui likes to grip onto your hair when you ride him (if your hair is long enough) he also likes it when you grip his hair tight during sex

I. Intimacy Uzui is very intimate and but at the same time he will make you so over simulated that you cry and squirm under his touch

J. Jerk off (how often does he jerk off) shockingly not often only when your not around does he jerk off otherwise he will just use your mouth or hand if he doesn’t have enough time for full on sex wich is rare

K. Kinks (is he kinky) Uzui is really kinky he has a thing for nipple play as well as breeding kink he is into Ddlb, bitting, bdsm, and bondage

L. Location. (Where does he like to have sex). He likes the bed but he likes fucking you in the shower or against the wall he also likes to fuck you in semi public places like against a window

M. Motivation (what motivates him to keep fucking you). He likes to see you all fucked out and desperate to reach your high that makes his dick throb every time

N. No/ turnoffs. When you actually are in pain he doesn’t like to see you actually hurt and hurting you in a serious way is a big no no for him

O. Oral/giving or receiving he prefers to receive from you rather than give it but when he does decide to suck you off and give you oral it feel like heaven he is amazing with his tongue

P. Pace (how fast does he go in bed) he is known for being a very fast hashira and that still applies in bed he will pound you until you can’t feel your ass

Q. Quickie He doesn’t like them he prefers to take his sweet time with you and not just fuck and go

R. Risk taking he isn’t the biggest risk taker when it comes to sex but he will still take a risk and fuck you in semi public places

S. Stamina. As a hashira that has went through hard ninja training as a child he has extremely high stamina so he can go on for hours depending how horny he is but at least 5 rounds on the normal bases

T. Toys. He and you have a box in your shared closet that has dildos butt plugs cuffs and rope also nipple clamps he loves to watch you come undone on toys

U. Unfair/ how much of a tease is he. Uzui is one of the biggest teases he will bring you right to the break of a strong orgasm and then pull back or stop he will tease you over and over again

W. Wild card he wants to put a collar on you with his name carved on it

X. X-ray / what is he packing. Uzui is roughly 9.5 inches soft and 10.1 inches when he gets hard

Y. Yearning/how high is their sex drive he is always a little horny he can fuck you for hours and still feel horny for you

Z. Zzz/how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards Uzui normally falls asleep after you while the both of you cuddle

[gh0ulixs]

NSFW Alphabet w/ Danny Johnson

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): Danny isn't the biggest Aftercare person out there. Most of the time he'll just pull his pants back up and run off back to do whatever it was he was previously doing. If you're close however, he may stay back and make sure he didn't rough you up too much.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): His hands. He has rougher, calloused hands from his "art work", and he enjoys how they can make his partner whine and squirm while they're wrapped around their throat. His favorite part on his partner is definitely their ass; always trying to grope and smack it. He's an ass man, for sure.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): He loves getting messy with it. From thighs to mouth, his partner will be absolutely painted with his release. He takes many pictures after.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): Secretly wants to be pegged. The thought of being forced on his back and having his own guts rearranged for once makes him all warm under the collar, but he will never tell a soul that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): Danny has had a few flings which he killed or ghosted (pun intended) afterwards, so he has enough experience to make it pleasureable.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): Missionary or Doggy. On one hand, he loves having his partner on their knees, hands holding their hips while he takes them from behind. On the other, he enjoys watching their pretty little expressions as he absolutely breaks them.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): Being naturally playful, he'll crack a few jokes or teasing remarks during the moment, but he's usually more serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): He's fairly well groomed- thick, dark curls trimmed up a bit. He has multiple photos of his partner's nose buried on them while he finishes down their throat.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): There's almost no intimacy with Danny. It's always quick and rough, no real emotion behind it. Sometimes though, if you catch him on a good day or he particularly likes you, he may be a bit gentler with his actions and maybe even hold your hand during it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): Most of his time not spent in matches is spent back in his little cabin with his hand in his pants; groaning with his head thrown back as he fucks his fist.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): Oh man, you're in for a treat: Knife play, Vouyerism, predator/prey, blood play, bondage, the list goes on.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): Anywhere. Location does not matter to him. He'll fuck you right over the generator if he feels like it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): Seeing you afraid is definitely one way to get him hard. He also loves it when you're injured; blood-stained and whining in pain- He's lucky his cloak covers the fact he's aroused.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): Anything to do with Bodily fluids, Age Play, and CNC. He may be a monster, but he has some morals.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): Prefers receiving, his hand is buried in his partner's hair while he ruts desperately into their mouth and whispering the most filthy things. If you ask, though, he'll get down on his knees. He's very talented with his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): Almost always rough and fast. He'll bruise you at times and leave you a little sore after most sessions, but if he's in the mood he'll be more loving with it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): He prefers them as they're more convenient, since most of the time your little rendezvous' happen during matches.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): He's a risk taker definitely. He's willing to try anything once, because how will he learn what he may be into if he doesn't give it a shot? He'll pressure his partner a bit into doing the same at times, just set your foot down and he'll eventually back off.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): He has the sex drive of Gods. He can go up to four or five rounds, but usually only gets through one due to time restrictions matches give.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): He doesn't have any toys, but he uses the little tendrils on his costume to tie his partner up. If he had the option, he'd use them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): Biggest tease in the Entity's Realm. He'll push you right to the edge and pull back, leaving you whining and begging for more.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): Loud, but not overly loud. Lots of groans and grunts, maybe the occasional whimper or whine if you play with him just right.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): Before he got stolen by the Entity, he was a huge fan of phone sex. The feeling of a phone cord around his finger while he dirty talked to a partner over the phone would get his rocks off quick.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): Average length, a little more girth. 6.52 inches in length and 2.35 inches in circumference. Has a vein running down the underside that is his absolute weak spot; run your tongue over it and he'll cum almost immediately. His tip is a pretty pink, circumcised.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): Almost always horny. As stated before, he has the sex drive of Gods.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): If you're in a match, he'll stay up until the match is over and then crash afterwards. If you're in his cabin, he'll fall asleep almost immediately.

[sleepiexx]

In Your Caring Hands

Valeria Garza x fem!Reader

Note: this is the first ff I’ve posted since I was like 13 so I’d love any constructive criticism!! I wanted to start writing w Valeria bc she is criminally underrated and I’m like literally in love w her.

Summary: you get sick, Valeria cares for you.

Warnings: sickness, vomiting, reader is given medicine, lmk if there’s more

Word count: 1036

Everyone needs someone to rely on. Someone to go to when shit gets tough, who’ll back you up under any circumstance. The person to hold your hair back whilst you violently vomit your guts out into the toilet. For (Y/N), that came in the form of Valeria Garza.

The master bathroom in Valeria’s home was filled with sounds of gagging and dry heaving, followed by loud sobs.

“It’s alright, you’re alright sweetheart.” Valeria coo’d as she multitasked holding her girlfriend’s hair away from her face and rubbing her back.

In between choking up pieces of last nights dinner, (Y/N) sobbed out a pathetic “I just want this to be over,” face contorted in a deeply pained expression.

Valeria frowned, continuing to comfort the other girl who had resumed throwing up, before she decided to take action.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, tying (Y/N)’s hair back to make sure none of it got dirty in her absence, before standing and leaving the room.

She knew exactly what snarky remark her girlfriend would have made, had she not been doubled over the toilet bowl in pain. She could practically hear the “it’s not like I’m going anywhere,” (Y/N) surely would have let out.

After a few more minutes of vomiting and tears, worsened by the loss of the comfort she provided, Valeria came back to her girlfriend with a spoonful of medicine, fit to ease her aching stomach and nausea. She once again kneeled by her girlfriend.

“Come on princessa, drink up.” She muttered, holding (Y/N)’s chin gently between her index finger and her thumb, slowly guiding the medicine toward the other girl’s mouth.

Once (Y/N) realized what her girlfriend was trying to do, she weakly turned her head and whined out a sad “mm-mm.”

Valeria sighed, slightly peeved, but understanding of her girlfriend’s situation. “I know it tastes bad baby, but you gotta take your medicine or you’ll just keep feeling this way. You don’t want to feel like this anymore, do you?”

(Y/N) shook her head and turned to face Valeria, a single pitiful tear running down her face, quickly wiped up by Valeria’s gentle fingers.

Gentle. The big bad Sin Nombre, brought to her knees and turned gentle for the girl in front of her, the girl she loved. Valeria knew exactly how vulnerable (Y/N) was in her current state, she silently promised herself that she would always be there to help (Y/N) through the tough days. She’d dry (Y/N)’s eyes a million times, hold her hair back as she emptied the contents of her stomach a million times, spoon feed the poor girl medicine she desperately didn’t want to take but also desperately needed a million times, if it all meant her girl was happy and healthy. She owed her that, (Y/N) would do the same for her and even if she wouldn’t, Valeria adored her.

“I brought you some Gatorade to drink after your medicine, it’ll get some hydration back into you, and get the bad taste out of your mouth.”

(Y/N) looked up at her girlfriend with tearful puppy eyes, unable to muster even a weak smile as she murmured a quiet “thank you,” before allowing Valeria to slip the awful medicine down her throat. Valeria was quick to give her the opened bottle of Gatorade as a chaser when she swallowed, something (Y/N) greatly appreciated, downing the liquid before throwing the bottle off to the side.

As (Y/N) collapsed into her arms, Valeria went back to rubbing the girl’s back. “Of course mi amor, I will always be here for you. Now let’s get you off the bathroom floor and back into bed.”

Valeria stood up and held out a hand, expecting (Y/N) to take it and follow suit. She did not, “Just- Just give me a sec, okay?” She said quietly, head still spinning.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Valeria muttered, reaching down and scooping up her girlfriend so that both of her thighs wrapped around her middle, hands supporting them on either side.

“‘m too heavy to carry, I can walk,” (Y/N) whined, unable to put up as much of a fight as she would have liked.

Valeria scoffed at the idea, steps unfaltering, “You insult my strength, my love, do you forget who I am? I’ve picked up people your size and bigger many times, please just let me coddle you.”

(Y/N) submitted, too tired to fight any harder, simply allowing the rhythm of Valeria’s steps to try and lull her to sleep.

Valeria sat (Y/N) on her side of the king size bed, watching as she rolled over into a fetal position. Valeria slid into her own side of the bed shortly after, facing (Y/N), eyes glued on the gentle resting expression on her face as she tried to sleep.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Valeria murmured, gentle hands brushing pieces of (Y/N)’s hair out of her face.

(Y/N) opened her eyes, looking at Valeria with them half-lidded. “But ‘m all icky and sick,” she argued.

Valeria pressed her forehead to the other girl’s, “Still as beautiful as ever,” she whispered, moving slightly to kiss her girlfriend’s forehead.

(Y/N) leaned into her lips, basking in the act of love. More tears she was unable to control rolled down her cheeks.

“Thank you,” she whispered, Valeria’s forehead returning to her own.

“Of course sweetheart,” Valeria said like a vow.

“No really, thank you. Thank you so much, I don’t know what I would do without you,” (Y/N) pouted.

For the millionth time that day, Valeria wiped her tears away. “You’d probably still be throwing up,” she smiled, brushing more hair out of (Y/N)’s face, “But that would never happen because I will always be here for you.”

The corner of (Y/N)’s mouth quirked up, her eyes slowly closing. Valeria could tell by the rhythm of her breaths that (Y/N) had fallen asleep, she’d continue to watch over the sleeping girl like her guardian angel, ready to fight whatever was thrown their way, even if that meant fighting sickness.

[finnpeach]

Hunt

(T/HRONE OF GLAS$ SPOILERS AHEAD! IF YOU HAVEN'T READ PAST Q/UEEN OF SHADOW$ BE WARNED!)

My love for R/owan is boundless, and the series would be infinitely better if he was sick.

This is a multi-part fic of A/elin and R/owan training on a mountain and YEAH! HE HAS A COLD!

not much sneezing yet but it will come I promise

likes comments reblogs always loved and giggled over <3

****

Aelin stalks through the underbrush with lethal silence. Leaves covered with dew from the early morning mist streak across her face, dotting her cheeks. Her prey, a mountain hare the size of her head, nibbles on the sparse grass a few yards away.

She knocks her arrow, slipping in a breath. She can’t wait to see the look on Rowan’s face when she brings back a hare this size. Slowly, she pulls the bowstring back, kissing against her face. The hare turns, startled, breaths coming fast. Now or never–

“hh’rZzSHHh’uh!” 

Aelin gasps at the sound that echoes around the mountain. It cracks like a whip, scaring even the crows nesting in trees. The hare takes off and she desperately releases the arrow after her prey. The point finds its home in the thick trunk of a tree rather than the soft neck of the hare.

There goes breakfast. Her stomach growls pitifully. Seething, she rises from the brush and goes to retrieve her arrow. 

Five minutes later, Aelin stalks back to the makeshift camp she and Rowan had assembled the night before. The Fae prince had forced her to run from the castle to these distant mountains, shifting in and out of her Fae form to master control, where he then informed her they would be camping for a week out in the elements. And she was to hunt their every meal in between training.

It was a pathetic time, especially with the rain that has settled across the mountain. Damp and cold to her bones, Aelin approaches their campsite. Rowan, appearing much drier than she, sits by the fire she had sparked earlier that morning. He looks oddly run down, like he hadn’t slept much the night before.

Aelin is sure he hadn’t. The mountains were too misty to sleep outside without waking up damp, so they had packed just one tent to keep their baggage light. Lying beside Rowan, last night she had been the private audience to his tossing and turning, grumbling, and finally his snoring. 

“You fucking bastard. You scared off breakfast,” she hisses as she approaches, throwing her bow and bundle of arrows down by the tent. Rowan does not look up from the dagger he cleans in his hands.

“And how – snf! – pray tell, did I scare breakfast from here?” He grumbles. Aelin catches the way he sniffles thickly, his nostrils twitching up with the force of it.

She drops her satchel, full of only a bundle of pathetic berries.  “You sneezed.” She tries not to give in the warmth that pools in her lower stomach at the memory of the sound. It’s the first time she had ever heard him sneeze, and she was not disappointed. “For someone so keen on silence, I expected you’d know how to sneeze more quietly.”

Rowan doesn’t even grace her taunting with a reply, or a snarl. He just continues rubbing a cloth down the length of his dagger. Strange. He must be feeling really tired if he didn’t bother to punish her for such a remark. 

She sits down across from the fire, on a log they’d rolled over so they didn’t sit on wet grass. Feigning interest in destemming the berries she’d picked, she studies him through the crackling flames. 

His white hair is loose around his shoulders, creating a curtain that shields the dark tattoo running along his tan face. The tips of his Fae ears poke out just behind the white strands. After weeks of training with him, sleeping out in the elements beside him, she’s learned that he prefers to tie his hair up. It’s so rare to see him with it down.

“More hand to hand combat training today, or magic training?” She asks, breaking the silence that is only marred by the crackling flames.

Rowan sets the dagger aside. “Your job was to hunt. And since you still haven’t caught anything, your job is still to hunt.” He settles his sharp green eyes on her, brows set. If he didn’t piss her off so much, she might actually tremble under his gaze.

She raises her palms in defeat. “Fine, fine. But if you sneeze and scare off my prey again, I won’t be sharing the catch with you.” Even if she’d very much like for him to sneeze again, she’d rather eat first.

In one swoop, she picks up her bow and arrows and satchel again before setting off. With her Fae senses, she could scent a herd of deer in the southwest. Now that would show Rowan. Perhaps she’d bring back a buck, and spear him with its antlers.

As soon as she leaves the camp, nearly out of earshot, she hears the same thunderstrike from before. Perhaps Rowan had been waiting for her to leave.

“hhzjHSHHhieWw!”

A shiver runs down her spine as more startled crows caw in the trees.

****

Two hours later, Aelin returns with a small doe slung across her shoulders.

It’s mid afternoon. She had been lucky a herd was still grazing so late in the morning down by the clearing. She’d been even luckier that Rowan had either gotten his sneezing under control, or learned how to be quiet, because nothing had startled her catch this time.

“Lunch,” she declares to Rowan, dropping the deer to the grass. He hasn’t moved from his spot by the fire. “Is served.”

“It was supposed to be– snf! Breakfast,” he mutters, reaching the dagger at his side from earlier. His voice sounds dulled, like he’s congested.

Aelin rolls her eyes. “Well, it’s not like you helped. And I got us a catch to last us days.” She pats the stomach of the doe proudly. It isn’t very old – there’s still a sprinkling of fawn spots across her back. Aelin feels a twang of guilt for not singling out an older one.

Rowan pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing through his mouth. Aelin hardly has time to prepare before he jerks down towards his crotch, a light mist spraying across his trousers.

“hiHh–... yHhZzSHhhyuu!” A familiar, rushing heat spreads through Aelin’s gut. She swallows, watching as he rubs his nose on his wrist and glares up at her. Is he going to get mad at her for his sneezing?

Rowan chooses not to comment on it, something Aelin is secretly grateful for. “You were– snf! instructed to catch something small. We’re moving camp this afternoon.” He angles the pommel of the dagger towards her.

“What?!”

“Rain is coming tonight and will flood this area. I told you this morning. And now you’ve wasted a young doe’s life.”

A flame of rage flickers to life inside her chest. This is all his fault. “Well, I wouldn’t have wasted jack-shit if you hadn’t ruined my catch earl–”

“Aelin,” he growls, a no-nonsense sound. The tips of his canines poke past his lips. Aelin shuts up immediately. 

He stands, crossing the camp in two strides, and shoves the pommel of the knife against her stomach. She glares beneath his gaze. “You missed the catch because you did not act fast enough. Now you can either carry the doe across the mountain, or… hhH—!” His breath snags, eyes looking off into the distance for a split second. Aelin’s heart hammers in her chest.

He quickly recovers and sniffs again, much to her disappointment, and focuses his gaze on her. “Or you can leave it and realise you wasted a young animal’s life for your pride.” 

Before she can retort, he turns on his heel and she offers a middle finger to his large, muscular back. 

As if sensing her, he says over his shoulder, “And– sNf!– pack up the tent.”

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Portal to My Heart (Book 3) Chapter Six

Loki x Reader

Chapter Six: Into Some Trouble

Summary: Loki interrogates Brad again.

            “Hi,” said Loki simply, gaining Brad’s attention as he stepped back into the holding cell.

            “Hello, Loki. Ready for round two?” said Brad.

            “I felt like I just needed another session, you know?” said Loki with only a little bit of sarcasm. “Get a few things off my chest.”

            “Gonna try hardball tactics this time?” said Brad.

            “Something like that,” remarked Loki.

            “Okay,” said Brad, shrugging. He looked in confusion as Mobius and (Y/N) pushed a machine into the room. He stood up and watched them wheel it into place in his cell. “Where’s B-15?” he said cautiously.

            “She’s not gonna be attending this session,” chirped (Y/N).

            “Oh, I get it,” scoffed Brad. “So, you come in here without B-15, and I’m supposed to believe you’re gonna torture me?”

            “Well, let’s simplify everything,” said Mobius. “You have information that we need.” He plugged in the device. “You don’t want to give it to us. So, how do we find common ground?”

            “You are getting’ desperate,” said Brad.

            “You’re not wrong. He’s not wrong,” remarked Loki casually.

            “Well, you know how I am when I’m pushed into a corner,” said (Y/N), smirking.

            “We’ll be honest with you, we’re down to our last option,” said Mobius.

            “And our last chance,” added Loki.

            “This is cute,” sneered Brad, trying to rile them up again. “Which one of you came up with this script?”

            “Because you’re a tough not to crack, you’ve left us no choice but to kind of ramp—”

            “Mobius, controller,” said Loki.

            “Right, okay.” Mobius grinned at Brad. “We can’t start the festivities without that little baby. Stand by.”

            “I think I put it out here,” said (Y/N), stepping out of the room with Mobius.

            Loki followed and slammed the door shut with a resounding thud. Brad tensed in confusion and turned in his seat to face Loki.

            “Hey, Loki, what are you doing?” questioned (Y/N).

            Loki turned away from the window of the door as (Y/N) and Mobius called for him. He ignored them and focused on Brad. “Turns out, there is actually one other option.” Loki smirked and strolled closer to Brad.

            “No, no. Hey!” shouted Mobius.

            Brad looked at Loki with confusion bordering on worry while Loki continued to speak.

            “You sniffed us out, Brad,” said Loki. “And I knew you would because you’re a clever chap. So guess what? I wrote a little script of my own.”

            “Loki, open up!” snapped (Y/N). “This isn’t the plan!”

            “That thing doesn’t work without the controller, though, so what’re you gonna do?” challenged Brad.

            Loki pulled out the control from where he had hidden it. “This one?” he remarked as Brad paled slightly. “Okay, great. We’re gonna have a little Q and A.” He went to the machine and began fiddling with in while Brad stood and shifted nervously. “Did you find Sylvie? And if you did, where is she? Simple question, really, but doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves as we go along.” He glanced at the device. “This one’s plugged in.”

            “You almost got me,” said Brad, chuckling. “You have no idea how to work that thing.”

            Loki paused and smirked. “I’m not trying to be a hero, Brad. I’m a villain.” His smirk fell, and a darker look entered his gaze. “Remember?”

            “No, Loki!” shouted (Y/N).

            “This isn’t the kind of mischief we were talking about!” said Mobius. “You’re not a villain, Loki!”

            Loki revved the machine, and it turned on. Brad took a step back warily as the truth of the danger started to set in.

            “Look at that!” said Loki.

            “Um, earlier, I said some really hurtful things, and I brought up your mother and (Y/N). And I am really sorry about that,” said Brad cautiously. “Mobius! Hey, get in here! (Y/N), control him!”

            “It’s locked, Brad, it’s locked!” said Mobius.

            Brad watched Loki hold the controller up and paled. “You need to put that down. That’s…you don’t know what you’re doing with that.”

            “What does this one do?” Loki pressed a button, and a golden box appeared around the stool. Loki pressed another button, and the box shrunk and disappeared, leaving the stool compressed and broken. Brad flinched and jumped back at the idea of that happening to him. Loki chuckled. “Sorry. Could’ve hurt yourself there.”

            “Hey, just don’t touch random buttons on that, okay?” snapped Brad, tensed. “Mobius, (Y/N), get in here!”

            “There’s a learning curve on this thing,” remarked Loki.

            “Yeah, there is a learning curve,” repeated Brad in frustration. “You could kill me with that.”

            “Could I?” No smile, no smirk, just an even gaze at Brad, and his eyes widened at Loki’s eyes. Loki pressed a button, and Brad was trapped in a golden box. “This is exciting,” smirked Loki.

            “Turn it off,” said Brad sharply. “Loki, turn it off!”

            “Let me try this, let me try this.” Loki pressed another button, and the sides of the box compressed.

            “Okay, okay, alright!” said Brad, beginning to panic.

            “Sorry, that’s only made it smaller,” “apologized” Loki.

            “Now, look. I don’t know where Dox and the others are. Okay? I don’t know!” shouted Brad, being pushed to the edge.

            “I don’t know if you know this, but I’ve done some terrible, awful things,” said Loki calmly.

            “Yeah, you have! You’re doing one right now!” shouted Brad. “Have some perspective on yourself! Loki grinned and shrunk the height of the box, and Brad crouched in panic. “Okay! Okay. Okay. I swear I don’t know where they are.”

            “Brad,” sighed Loki. “You’re so convincing. I want to believe you, but you’re just—You’re such a good actor.”

            “Look!” Brad was nearly pleading. “I really, I really don’t know. I swear!”

            “You’re so talented!” said Loki, chuckling darkly.

            “They did not tell me the plan!” shouted Brad.

            “Please tell me the truth,” said Loki sharply. “I know you’re lying.”

            “Okay? Okay, okay!” shouted Brad as Loki reached for the button again. “I lied! I lied, okay? I did. I was supposed to go and look for Sylvie, but then, I failed, okay? I bailed.”

            “Right. So, they told you to go after Sylvie and you bailed?” remarked Loki.

            “Yeah!” said Brad.

            “What’s the penalty for a highly-decorated field officer abandoning his mission?” said Loki calmly. “You and Dox? I don’t buy it.” He pressed the controller, and the box shortened on the bottom.

            Brad was trapped in the air within the golden glow. “Okay, look, I swear, okay?!” He saw Loki’s dark look and continued. “I went down there, and I went to get my life, okay?! Because…none of this is real!”

            “Well, if nothing else is real, I guess you aren’t either,” remarked Loki coldly.

            The box shrunk again, and Brad thrashed in alarm. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!”

            “Just tell me where Sylvie is, Brad,” said Loki with terrifying calm.

            “Alright!” coughed Brad, fighting for breath. “I’ll tell you where she is! She has a new life!”

            Loki released the box, and Brad fell to the ground in a heap. He groaned.

            “Got there in the end,” said Loki, tsking. “Why do you make it so hard on yourself, Brad?” He placed the controller down and looked down upon Brad. “One thing, you said you bailed on the mission.”

            “Yeah, but I found her first,” said Brad, unwilling to put himself through that fear again. “She’s on a branch.”

            (Y/N) pushed open the door of the holding cell and strolled in with Mobius. “Did you get it?”

            “He knows where Sylvie is,” said Loki, nodding.

            “See? A little bit of mischief,” said (Y/N).

            “Only as good as your plan,” said Mobius.

            “You make a marvelous advisor,” said Loki, smiling.

            “I know,” said (Y/N), winking. She grinned at Brad. “I told you I could control you.”

            Brad looked at her sullenly.

            “Alright, let’s go, Zaniac,” said Mobius, hauling Brad up.

            Brad looked around, bewildered. “Are you telling me that was—”

            “Hell of a performance,” said Mobius cheerfully.

            “If I tell her where she is, you’ll let me go?” asked Brad.

            “No, you’re gonna show us,” said Mobius, pushing him out the door.

            Loki took (Y/N)’s arm and paused before leaving. “Are you ready to see Sylvie?” After everything that happened? After she hurt you?

            “Are you?” said (Y/N).

            “I’m not sure,” said Loki honestly.

            (Y/N) reached up and squeezed his arm. “I know you don’t want us to fight again. But remember, if it does happen, I’m with you. We’re together in all of this.”

            Loki smiled softly and gazed fondly at her. “Yes. We are.”

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            “Brad, walk,” said Mobius, pulling him forward when they stepped out onto a parking lot in a branched timeline’s 1982.

            “And if you’re not telling the truth, you’re going back in the Gizmo,” said (Y/N), smiling threateningly.

            “Okay, okay!” said Brad quickly. “Look, she’s in there, alright?” He gestured to the McDonalds. “She’s in there. So why don’t you guys just head on in and remember that I’m the one who brought you here, and a deal’s a deal, alright? So, you go ahead, I’m gonna head on back.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. He was getting awfully antsy to go back to the TVA. “Why are you so jumpy?”

            “I’m not jumpy,” denied Brad. “I just don’t want to be around a Variant that killed four hundred of my coworkers.”

            “What do you think?” said Mobius.

            “If she’s here, we need to find out what she knows,” said Loki. Even if I don’t want her to be around (Y/N). Not until she proves she is sorry for what she did. Truly sorry.

            “We’ll do the talking, Mobius. Be ready for…I don’t know. Everything. Anything,” said (Y/N). She looked at Loki. “Ready?”

            “As I can be,” said Loki.

            (Y/N) and Loki walked forward, and Mobius watched them. They opened the door of the fast-food restaurant and stepped inside. (Y/N) scanned the room and stopped as her gaze landed on the counter where several people were standing and taking orders.

            And then (E/C)-eyes met green.

            Sylvie’s breath caught in her throat as she looked upon someone she never thought she’d see again. (Y/N) smiled slightly, and Sylvie couldn’t think of anything more horrible. Not when all she could remember was her knife slicing into (Y/N) and her blood staining Sylvie’s hands.

            Sylvie averted her gaze and looked at Loki, Mobius, and Brad. She had been found, and the escape she had found was gone. She swallowed hard and looked away from them all, holding onto the counter.

            That didn’t stop (Y/N) and Loki from stepping up to the register, though. All three remained silent as they stared at each other.

            “…Hi.” (Y/N) broke the silence.

            Sylvie stared at her before replying. “Hi.” She cleared her throat. “Listen, I don’t have all day. You’re gonna order something? Or what?”

            “We need to talk,” said (Y/N).

            Sylvie tensed, and Loki spoke up. “Please, Sylvie. We must.”

            Sylvie sighed. “My break’s in five minutes.” She turned and walked away.

            (Y/N) and Loki looked at each other and nodded before heading outside to wait for Sylvie. Mobius made a smart decision and stayed inside with a snack and Brad.

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Miss Manners on: Euthanasia

Q: I am a small-animal veterinarian. Often, when people hear of my career, they coo, "Oh, I wanted to be a vet too, but I'm just too tenderhearted." Sometimes they'll follow up with a horrified whisper: "All that euthanasia! How can you do it? Don't you feel horrible?" Miss M, this makes me feel like a monster. I am proud to be able to offer animals a good death and end their suffering. When people call me to euthanize their pets, they are desperate. They've seen their best friend go downhill in a hurry. They are often emotional wrecks, and their gratitude for my service is clear and genuine. Yes, I am morally comfortable assisting people to say goodbye, and helping their beloved pets over the edge into the great unknown, or rainbow bridge, or chance at reincarnation, or whatever awaits them. But I am wounded by comments like these. Please don't say I'm too sensitive ... the hypothetical person I'm talking with has just said I succeeded in becoming a vet because I am insensitive. Can you offer an appropriate response that I can whip out in a hurry? I don't want to be insulting, but I do want folks to see how their insensitive remarks sting.

Miss Manners says: After thanking them for the insult, Miss Manners presumes. "I can assure you it is never easy to euthanize. But the alternative is far crueler."

Your Head Bitch says: Gah! Anyone who has ever known and loved a pet should express their gratitude to you for being able to help their pet in their moments of greatest need, from the beginning of their life to the end. Thank you for doing the work you do, and I’m sorry these ding dongs can’t see how valuable it is. I think Miss M’s solution is a good one, or alternately I might say something like ‘Offering care and compassion to an animal in its last moments has never made me feel like a monster.’ This is a harsher take, but you’ll know best which response is right in different scenarios depending on how big of a dick the other person has been.

I am so not here for these people’s stupidity.

[demcnsinmymind]

@birdonawiresara asked: 19. what would be the best way to cheer up your muse when they’re sad? | happier headcanon q’s!  | Always Open!

pre-canon: Ask him about the show and where he wants to go with it. Ask him how he got the idea and how it works, what he's doing behind the scenes before and after the camera starts rolling. Ask him about filmmaking and what aspect he enjoys the most about it. Ask him a very specific question you need 'help' with like 'what does this button do' or whatever. He's utterly passionate about his vision, ideas and job. Despite the shady shit he pulls of at times and the offhand remarks he makes, he genuinely adores what he's doing and isn't just 100 % about the money involved. He wants to make it big. He has a lot of ideas on how to get there. He wants everyone to see how good he is at his job. You ask him about that, and it's like a switch is flipped. He'll be very excited and enthusiastic in an instant.

post-canon: Let your muse tell him about themselves and things that make or made them happy. Let them be passionate and excited about things. Whether it's the plot in a dumb movie they're watching together or a weird peanut statue they saw somewhere and that made them laugh. Or a book that they enjoyed, or their family and friends having a funny but lovely quirk or whatever it is. Post canon, he's desperate for genuine humanity, normalcy and kindness. Literally almost nothing about himself, the things he stood for, the things he used to enjoy and his past in general brings him joy and happiness anymore. Most of the time, he cannot bear being in the spotlight anymore. He doesn't like talking about himself anymore because he knows the second he starts unpacking things, sooner or later he's gonna crack. That's exactly why in post canon threads, he's constantly deflecting and rapid firing questions at people to keep them talking about themselves. But it's not just a distraction. Other people's happiness and stories bring him genuine joy and he'll be happy for them and with them - which'll make him feel better for a while.

[jisatsu-tai]

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat - @facetedspades​ because why not both.

Unnatural yellow eyes peer forward like small campfires toward him. Though no fear or reaction to the pulse rifle aimed to kill. She remained still staring down the barrel with her weapon inches from her.

         “Do it.”

She slowly straightened to her full height, those firelight eyes shifting from the barrel to the mask lit up. “Do it.”

[ask-a-familiar]

Welcome back to Get Familiar!

In this second installment, we will be discussing:

Vampire Feeding

The do's, the don'ts, and more! (New recipes, anyone?)

Let's get into it!

The Bloody Basics:

Vampires cannot consume anything other than blood. That much you should be aware of unless it's your first day on the job.

That rule, the MAIN rule that you should NEVER forget, is... well... more vague than it sounds.

The most healthy thing for a vampire to feed on IS human blood. But they can also safely ingest a few other things, such as:

- Blood from other animals (this leaves them momentarily sated but still unsatisfied, for the most part)

- Other... human bodily fluids... (you've seen this if you were unlucky enough to have to host the biannual vampire orgy. This doesn't actually soothe their hunger or give them any nutrition, but they don't get sick)

- Human flesh (in small quantities), most commonly consumed during throat-ripping when they're desperate for blood.

Now, with that being said, you need to throw your morals out of the window if you haven't done so the second you took on a dark master. There are no artificial alternatives to blood that can be used to feed vampires. They can go for many nights without feeding, depending on the vampire. Younger vampires need to feed more regularly than ancient vampires.

In general, the best way to go about it is to fetch when your master tells you to, save leftovers for later when you can, and learn your masters feeding schedule.

If you mess up, be prepared to be the substitute meal.

Now that we're clear on what they can eat, here's a crash course on some do's and don'ts, and general questions most familiars have at some point in their infernal careers.

Q: Should I offer my own blood to my master?

A: NO! That is a remarkably bad idea. Most familiars start the job with rose tinted glasses and romantic YA novel fantasies about vampires. If your vampire isn't outright disgusted by your offer, getting fed off of will not be the intimate, romantic thing you think it will be. (Okay, maybe intimate, I've heard it gets kind of intense,) but the main concern is that you will die.

Virgin blood, freely given, is some of the most delectable blood a vampire will ever taste. So if you offer it, they will take it, and more often than not they WILL completely drain you. You will not be turned just for offering to feed them, unless you count being turned into a shriveled up raisin of a human corpse.

Remember: Vampires are VERY rarely attached to their familiars. You are replaceable.

What does being fed off of feel like? Am I leading people to a horrible, painful, death?

Yes and no. Being fed off of hurts, but it also makes you dizzy and I've heard there is a sort of elated numbness that comes over you when being fed off of. It might even feel sort of good.

Take solace in the fact that it doesn't ONLY hurt for your victims, but there's no way to dance around the fact that you ARE still leading them to their violent deaths. Sorry.

I feel like my vampires are bored of just plain old blood. Can I cook something with it? Or freeze it into blood Popsicles?

No. We've all thought about it, many have tried it, and it's usually a major fail. Blood "popsicles" won't make them sick, but vampires don't like them very much. Cold blood is usually a no-go. Blood snow cones work for some vampires, but it's a big gamble to try.

However... after many sleepless days, I managed to figure out an answer to the problem.

How can I make a recipe using only ingredients found in human blood?

For this, I had to turn to food items with a VERY small list of ingredients, for blood is incredibly simple in its makeup.

Then it hit me.

It is fully possible to make blood cotton candy that is edible for vampires.

Yes. You read that right. Cotton candy is the only feasible way to feed your vampire anything other than plain old blood.

They will not projectile vomit as if they were eating regular human food, just make sure you ONLY flavor it with blood. No other flavor.

You're welcome!

And with that, thank you for reading this installment of Get Familiar. I hope this helped, g*dspeed, soldiers.

-Sair

[levi-ships-eruri]

Levi Ackerman NSFW Alphabet

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

Levi is a cleanliness freak and after a few moments of holding you and making sure that you are okay, he would get up and change the sheets. Means, you have to get up, too. And while you are up, you should go and take a shower. He will join you there and MAYBE this will lead to a second round. However, he will definitely make sure you are alright, clean, and safe. And tbh, there is no better feeling than going back to bed with Levi and cuddle into the fresh sheets.

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

Levi is quite confident about his body despite his height. On himself, he especially likes his hands and his long, slender, and calloused fingers. They are quite aestethic and he knows how to use them on you, reaching places inside you that your own fingers cannot reach. However, these hands are also shed in blood. Therefore he loves to see that his hands can also be soft and caring on your body, and bring pleasure instead of death.

On you, Levi is definitely an ass and thigh kind of guy. But his favourite body part of you is your face: eyes, lips, nose, jawline... He loves when you glance over to him from the other side of the room, a little smile on your lips. He loves the blush tinting your cheeks. He loves the soft look in your eyes when you tell him that you love him. He loves to see you let loose when you come on him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Levi HATES to make a mess. So when he comes, he comes inside of you. He also thinks this is quite intimate and therefore likes it (plus, secretly thinking he is marking you. Boy sometimes is insecure). When it comes to oral, he wouldn’t force you to swallow. If you wanna spit it out, he would hand you a tissue. Same if something drips out of your mouth because sometimes he comes A LOT.

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

Levi is pretty vocal about sex and wouldn’t hide something from you, not even the awkward first-time-stories. But there is one thing he is shy talking about... he is not one to share his partner. EXCEPT for the two persons he trusts the most: Hanji and Erwin. Levi caught himself thinking about a threesome with his partner and one of them (or...a foursome...no too much trouble), but he would not dare to bring it up. He would be super embarassed if Erwin turned down the idea and he wouldn’t want Hanji to tell everybody or to brag about it (they would do this, let’s be honest).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Levi is over 30 years old, so he had gathered some experience. He started in the underworld, not necessarily because of need, but because he thinks it is something he is...supposed to do? Something that was normal for people to do? Later he also had sex when he needed to release some anger, and only later started to really enjoy it and to think about what techniques would please his partner. So, when the two of you start having sex, this guy knows what he does and is willing to learn everything about you and your preferations.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy: He loves to push you down, a hand between your shoulders, your ass up in the air, pounding into you.

Missonary: Levi is a broken man and he loves to hold you close to him and bury his face into the crock of your neck.

Sitting: Both of you sitting, your legs wrapped around him, bodies closely pressed together, hand and lips everywhere they can reach. It is the most intimate position for the really emotional times.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Levi is pretty serious in the bedroom, but he will make cocky remarks and smile a lot (sometimes also cocky, sometimes soft). Sometimes you will break out laughing because he cannot shut his shitmouth and will say something downright ridiculous.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His hair down there is dark as well and neatly groomed, maybe even completely shaved. He is aware that bodyhair does not have anything to do with bad hygene, but he just feels better shaved or groomed. Levi’s body hair (and facial hair) also takes a lot of time to grow due to his time in the underground, but in this case it is rather beneficial for him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Levi is super intimate. Not necessarily overly romantic, but intimate. This is something between you and him, something special. So unless it is a quicky during stressful times, he will take his time and make sure that both of you feel good and loved. Often having sex with him is the closest you ever feel to him because Levi can show his affection better by acts than by words. Afterwards you sometimes have the deepest conversations.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Levi’s sex drive is not the highest and he has no problem with not jerking off for a while. When he feels the need to do it, he will do it during his super effective shower sessions because this way it wouldn’t make a mess. 

However, when he is in a relationship, his longing gets stronger. If he cannot see you for some time or if the two of you just cannot find any time for the do, he will have a frustrating jack-off session, which only causes his need for you to grow.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Captain Kink: Levi likes to take the dominant part. He likes to hear you call him Heichou in bed, but not too often (he loves his name from your lips even more).

Bondage: Levi loves to tie you up and make you squirm beneath him. Orgasm denial is not a real kink of him, BUT he will do it all the time when you are tied up. When he gives you oral in this state, you can be sure it will take at least AN HOUR before he lets you cum.

Stockings: Since he is a leg guy, he enjoys seeing you wearing stockings. And he wouldn’t admit, but seeing you taking on your boots and gear the next morning is a huge turn on for him. He cannot wait to take them off again in th evening.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bed or the floor of his room, where he has control over the mess the two of you make.

His desk. It will make much more of a mess and will make a chaos out of his paperwork, but he is a sucker for the view of you sprawled out on his desk.

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

Levi is actually pretty hard to seduce, which makes flirting with him really hard. He notices the flirting, of course, but is good at ignoring it. As already mentioned, he gets pretty turned on when you get dressed into your boots and gear.

Whenyou spend the day apart from eachother,  glancing at each other from a distance, waiting for the night to finally come.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degrading: Apart from public belief, Levi would NEVER degrade you because he hates being degraded so much. His whole life has been a pain so far, so why should he take this into the bedroom, where he just wants to show his partner his love?

He would also not hurt you. Maybe a few spanks or some very light choking and hair pulling, but he would never ever hurt you in any way. Same reason as above.

Don’t. Call. Him. Daddy. He thinks this is super weird. Just stay with his name or Heichou/Captain.

Anything including piss or feces. Just no.

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

Levi highly enjoys receiving oral, especially when he is sitting and you on your knees in fron of him. When you blow him, he will finally let loose and you can see his face slightly being tinted red, eyes closed, lips a little apart. His hand will be in your hair all the time and towards the end he cannot hold back and will thrust into your mouth once or twice. His low grunts get a little more high pitched when you run your tongue around his tip.

But Levi is also pretty talented in giving. As mentioned before, he likes to tease you with his mouth, loving the feeling of you squirming beneath him. Be prepared for a lot of edging, cause that little gremlin is a sucker for your desperate moans.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Levi is a little more on the rougher side. His thrusts are deep and strong, his pace rather “average” at the start, but he gets faster in the course of the act. If the two of you have some time, he will vary his rhythm, from slow and sensual to fast and strong, and back again. Quickies will be, as the name suggest, as quick as possible.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Oh, talking about quickies: If you are in a relationship with Levi or anything like this, quickies will happen very often. He is a busy man und you most likely will also be part of the survey corps, so you need to use every little space of time you can get. This often results in steamy sessions in the forest against a tree, or a more private session in his office.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

So, semi public sex, like in the forest, is a thing. But he would always make sure to not get caught, especially not by some cadets.

Apart from that, he is pretty open in bed. Tell him what you would like to try and he will most likely agree, as long as it is nothing from his no go list. If he picks up something new (thanks to Hanji most probably) he will also not shy away from bringing it up and ask you about it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh boi, we are talking about Levi. When the two of you have a whole night, you have to be the one to stop him at some point - for your own sake. Levi can go for several rounds, even the whole night and this can easily be too much for someone without special power.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

So let’s imagine a more modern setting, because I think there are no sex toys in our common sense on Paradise Island. In a modern world, Levi would definitely get and try out some sex toys, especially vibrators which he could use on his partner. He would also be a little curious to try them out on himself, but he rather uses them for teasing you. He would have like 2 or 3 items, not too much, not too fancy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ohhh, be prepared for a lot of teasing. Levi enjoys to have a little power over you and your pleasure, and he will make use of it. He is especially unfair when it comes to oral, holding your hips in place while he is taking is sweet time to pleasure you. It drives you mad and this man has a lot of patience.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Levi is not really loud, but his soft little grunts and moans are like music. He only gets a little louder when you tease him while giving him head, but he will also scold you for it. That shitmouth. Otherwise, you will hear him whisper “fuck” and “shit” while he is pounding into you and coming close to his climax.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Levi is quite curious when it comes to new techniques. Soon after joining the squad, he  discovers that Hanji has quite an interesting collection of books with...a lot of explanations and images. So one day, he asks them to borrow some of these books to study them. But before, he threatens Hanji with death if they tell anyone.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Have you seen Levi’s season 4 arts? This man is packed, damn. Errected I would say he is between 7′0 and 8′0. So Levi’s dick is pretty average in girth, but long. He knows how to use it as good as he uses his swords.

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

Levi’s sex drive is pretty low, since he is not a horny teen anymore. Of course, he feels the need from time to time, but he can pretty good control himself. When he is in a relationship, however, his sex drive will grow a lot, since it is one of the ways of showing you how much he loves you. If the two of you have time, you will easily have sex 3 or 4 times a week.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Levi only sleeps 3 hours per night, and this will not change after sex. He often holds you until you are asleep and gets up afterwards, to either sleep at his desk or do some paperworks. He will, however, make sure to be back in bed when you wake up.

[naoyas90dayfiance]

NSFW Alphabet | Naoya Zen'in

NSFW

Naoya Zen'in x GN!Reader

NSFW Alphabet for Naoya under the cut.

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

After Naoya finishes having sex with his spouse he's going to lie next to them. There won’t be much of a cuddling session or a romantic pillow talk; but, he's going to stay next to you until you feel better to get up and clean yourself up.

The aftercare is more about that he's going to want to stay around you after you're both clean and doing you’re doing the duties around the house. He's going to ask you to stay around him during the day. He wouldn't be able to let go of your presence because he doesn’t want to lose the connection he created with you.

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

His favorite body part is everything about himself, he can't decide.

His favorite part about you is your eyes. For him, the eyes tell how others are emotionally, and to see you looking at him with a loving gaze makes his heart melt inside.

This also means he expects a lot of eye contact when having sex with you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His cum is salty and kind of bittersweet, it's because of his diet.

He will marry you again if you put his cum on your chest when he comes in it. Play with his cum and he'll get an adrenaline rush and will feel extreme love for you.

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

Naoya watches porn and hentai. He watches some videos out of curiosity or because they turn him on.

His favorite category on porn sites is related to house duties, by the way. Naoya can't see his spouse sweeping without getting turned on.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Naoya has had a few partners in the past. They were people he found attractive and that they were all over him because of his rank and family. But those encounters didn't mean much to him.

Naoya during sex with his spouse he likes to think that he knows what he's doing, but he doesn't. However, he's going to pretend as he does. Please, tell him what you like. He's a fast learner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary and mating position.

He really likes to look at your face when having sex.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's not serious or goofy.

He teases you a lot in the bedroom. He says things that are related to how the naughty side of you is something others don't see at first glance. He will also say dirty remarks about how you're enjoying his cock so much.

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

I believe he trims it. He doesn't like the appearance of a big bush. Also, he thinks that trimming it makes his cock look bigger too. His hair is green.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

When Naoya is having sex with you in the bedroom, things can get intimate very fast. During those moments he’ll say that he loves you.

Sex for him is a way to connect with his partner.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Naoya jerks off at least three to four times a week. But he doesn't like to do it; he prefers having sex with his partner or having his partner giving him a handjob.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Naoya's kinks are degradation, breeding, dom/sub dynamics, size kink. He loves absolutely anything involving power play.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom.

However, when Naoya has gotten his ego hurt he doesn't take clever decisions and can take you in public places or where other people can easily run into you two.

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

Naoya gets turned on by submissiveness, dominance, lingering, teasing, banter, bickering, and anything. It's very easy to get him going once he has chosen you as his partner. He's always ready to go.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Honestly, this dude is freaky. He'll try a lot of stuff.

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

Naoya prefers receiving head than giving it.

He's the one giving it to you when it's your birthday or it's a special holiday. And honestly, he's very good at licking you and getting messy. Had you seen him using his tongue? He knows how to use it to pleasure you. So, it does feel like a present.

If you get pregnant, he will 100% give you head. If you can't, then he will give you head when you had done something for the clan.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Naoya's pace is rough, he usually gets too excited when having sex so there's going to be A LOT of skin slapping.

He gets a sensual and slow pace when he's feeling down or he's appreciating all that you do for him. It's a very romantic moment when he thrusts to see your reactions and kiss you deeply.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Naoya likes quickies. They usually happen when he sees you cooking or doing house duties. They're very fast, needy, and desperate. There's not much kissing but a lot of fucking. They happen at least five times a month.

However, he still prefers proper sex as he can drag it out for longer and do more things that he wants to try with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Naoya is not the one proposing the risky stuff. If you want them, you have to ask him.

It takes a lot to get him to agree on certain things, but he'll give them one go because why not, knowledge is power amirite.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Naoya has a lot of stamina. Had you seen the training of the jujutsu sorcerers?

He can go as much as you want, baby. The first round always takes him not much to finish, but the other ones get progressively longer. It's a fun night, for sure.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Naoya doesn't like toys, but he has a rope or a pair of handcuffs around. Whatever you do with it, it's up to you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Naoya likes to tease a lot.

He sneaks up behind you to get you turned on, and then he'll leave and pretend nothing happened. And he'll do that again and again until it's finally time to go to your chamber, where he can have his fun with you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Naoya isn't loud. He tries to keep himself very quiet but sometimes a few grunts and low moans escape his lips when something feels very good.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Naoya enjoys it when you do cosplay during your dirty time together. I insist he's an anime fan and I will push that agenda all day.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Naoya has a good 7-inch dick on his pants with a pretty mushroom head. He's uncut.

When he's aroused you can see his veins popping out on the skin, some of them look purple and green. If you uncover his head when working on his dick, you're going to find a gorgeous pink flushed mushroom head. He drips a lot of pre-cum from his slit.

His underside vein pops a lot too. And his hard cock slaps directly to his abdomen. His cock curves upward a little bit too, and it's perfect for that friction.

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

Very high, someone please have sex with Naoya. He needs it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Naoya after sex at night falls asleep very fast. He won't mind if you cuddle him when he's snoozing though.

[ramzawrites]

IronGolem!Hybrid!Reader - Protector - Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Male

Pairings: none

Characters included: Quackity, Fundy, Tubbo, Punz, Technoblade, Philza, Dream

Warnings: blood, character death, cursing

Series: Part of my Iron Golem request series! 💙

Summary: Y/N helped the Butcher Army to escort Techno towards his trial only for this trial to turn into a surprise execution. An execution that finally gives Y/N the chance to flee that he was so desperately looking for, all along. Even if others had to push him towards this opening.

Words count: 2684

Authors Note: Woops I thought this would be the last part but there will be a part 4 after all o7

As they begun moving Techno followed along quietly. Never pulling on the chains, just dutifully following behind Y/N. His eyes mostly trained on the horse that Quackity was now riding.

They walked back to where they left their horses and got back up on theirs. Y/N got Quackity’s horse and let Techno on it, leading that horse along as he rode his own black steed. Sometimes petting his horse, his rough hands weaving through the long black mane, more as a way to calm himself down rather than the horse.

Riding between Quackity who was at the front while both Fundy and Tubbo stayed at Techno’s side while Ranboo stayed at the end of the group. Ensuring that Techno didn’t try anything too stupid.

Throughout the whole ride Fundy and Quackity began taunting Techno, Tubbo would occasionally chime in as well while both Y/N and Ranboo stayed quiet.

It surprised Y/N a bit that Techno actually responded to some taunts with his own snide remarks that would usually shut the other party up, for a short moment at least. He certainly had his wits about him.

Y/N couldn’t help but look up to Technoblade in a sense. He himself was escorted away in a similar manner but other than Techno, he immediately gave up and just followed along with his captors. Not even saying a word against them and while Techno did follow them along as well, he still talked back, made them feel stupid about their own thoughtless comments.

And Y/N enjoyed the frustrated exclamations of the group whenever Techno made one of his targeted comments. This was not a good situation for the warrior but he kept his dignity and a part of control and power in this situation.

Technoblade was strong and Y/N was not.

No, Y/N was weak willed and naïve. He should have fought more. Tried to escape or tried to send along a message to his home, to his people. Should have asked Ranboo to maybe check up on the town, after all he seemed to be the most reasonable one of the group but he didn’t. He was too scared and just gave up. What kind of protector was he?

Then again, he couldn’t fight, and he had to work with what he can do. Sometimes staying alive was the best and even most rebellious thing someone can do. Maybe if he was just patient enough, he would find a chance to flee! Though whenever this thought crossed his mind he feared that he had missed his one chance already due to his cowardice.

It didn’t take long for them to reach L’Manberg. Getting off the horses to walk back into the town middle. Y/N still holding the chains that were keeping Techno’s wrists bound.

As they walked further into the town, they passed Philza’s home.

The winged man stood on his upper balcony, staring down with a cold expression “You actually got him.”

“Get inside! You are on house arrest!” Tubbo just yelled back as an answer but Techno turned to face his friend, pulling on the chains in the process. Y/N pulled them back again, scared with what could happen next.

“Phil! Phil! What did they do to you!”

Fundy got his axe back out and pushed the flat side against Techno side, urging him to keep on going. This unspoken threat seemed to be enough for him to ignore his old friend and instead continued to follow Y/N who in return followed Quackity and Tubbo.

Though as Y/N pulled his gaze away from Philza, he could see a fond softness in his eyes. Worry mixed with anger. It was the first time he saw genuine emotion on his face, rather than the forced smiles he portrayed usually.

“Lead him up there, keep the chains around his wrists in there and stand close by.” Tubbo ordered the Iron Golem Hybrid, pointing at what looked like a cage right beneath a strange structure that Y/N couldn’t immediately make out what it was for.

But there was a foreboding feeling in the air.

Y/N opened up the door and without a word Techno just walked inside. The gate crashed shut again.

He could finally let go off the chain that he held on to. Dropping it as soon as he could. But the feeling of disgust stayed or maybe it was guilt. Maybe a mix. The less he thought about it the better, so instead Y/N just concentrated on Tubbo who begun a speech.

What kind of trials does L’Manberg have?

This wasn’t really a trial was it?

“Hey, Y/N, right?”

Y/N didn’t respond but stared at Techno from the corners of his eyes. Why was he talking to him? How should he react? Should he even react? Would the others hurt him if he visibly reacted?

“I know of you. You were-“

Though Technoblade didn’t finish his sentence. Smoke appeared in front of the stage and a person covered in armor appeared. They wore a white hoodie with netherite armor on top. Not even waiting a beat as they begun to attack the Butcher Army with their axe and crossbow.

Tubbo pulled his shield in front of his face, barely catching the arrow that came flying directly towards his face “Pull the lever, Big Q!”

Lever? What lever?

Even Techno seemed surprised letting out a quite frankly comical confused noise.

There was no hesitation on Quackity’s side. He immediately sprinted towards the structure and pulled the lever. Y/N could see a redstone pulse running up the build.

What the hell was going on?

Technoblade pushed his hands into his pocket, pulling out a small golden figure. Y/N couldn’t see it very well, but he immediately knew what it was.

A totem of undying.

Surprised Y/N stared at Techno only to see something black falling down.

He completely tuned out the sound of the fighting and screaming, his senses concentrated on Technoblade. His eyes directed at the black anvil that was flying with incredible speed down towards the cage.

Before Y/N could properly process what was happening, or the implications of this whole ordeal, the anvil was already on his eye level.

It connected with Techno’s skull with a sickening wet crack, immediately followed by an explosion of green light. It was so bright Y/N had to shield his eyes with his arms. Surprised by the warmth that came off the magic that engulfed Technoblade and revitalized his body. Pulling him away from the land of the dead and stitching his broken body back together.

As fast as the light appeared, it was just as fast gone. Y/N removed his arms and saw Techno jumping off the anvil and over the iron bars.

The man literally, just died but he didn’t waste any time to flee once he had the chance. Was it jealousy or admiration Y/N felt? He didn’t know, either way he was impressed.

While Y/N seemed to be a bit dazed, still trying to process this, Techno used the chance in between the chaos all around them to take a look around only to spot a masked man leading his horse away.

“He has Carl!”

He then proceeded to grab Y/N’s forearm and pulled him along. Techno’s grip was strong and unrelenting. Pressing down uncomfortably on a few burns that were just beginning to heal properly hence why Y/N’s first reaction was to pull his arm away, but the Pig Hybrid was holding on. Not giving him a chance to protest.

Why did Techno do this? Why did he tug him along? He clearly knew of Y/N but how? What did he know?

So, the best option was to follow him, right into a little opening at the side of a hill. Inside there was a room, lined with chests and another opening that seemed to lead into tunnels.

But what really caught Y/N’s attention was the man that held the reigns of Carl. A white porcelain mask with a smiling face hid away his face. A cloak hiding his physique and probably weapons.

Once inside the room Techno let go off Y/N to snarl “Dream, give me Carl.”

This masked man was the infamous Dream? His green hood was pulled up, the mask looked already unsettling but with the added shadow of the hood? As he stared at Y/N it felt like he was sizing him up. As if to wager something out.

Once again Y/N felt incredibly small under someone else’s gaze.

Dream slowly got closer and gave Techno the reigns of Carl “You brought him with you? I’m surprised, Techno.”

Techno walked up to Carl and pressed his forehead against that of the horses as a greeting “I don’t think we have the time to talk about this Dream, besides weren’t you the one trying to get him out of there?”

“Yes, I suppose you are correct. We don’t have the time to talk about this though. You two better get going. There should also be some armor and potions in one of the chests. And Y/N?” Dream turned towards him now “We’ll meet again, I promise you. You will get your revenge.” With that he ran off through the opening that Techno previously pulled Y/N in.

Techno rummaged through one of the chests. Letting out a disappointed sigh as he spotted some iron armor. With trained movements he slipped surprisingly fast into the clunky armor. Fastening it around himself and hooking the potions to his belt.

Hooves clicked on the stone ground as Techno lead Carl towards the tunnels “Not to put too much pressure on you but if you want to get out of this mess you better come with me.” Techno’s eyes rested calmly on Y/N. He was serious and looked like he was calculating something but there was something genuine and almost friendly mixed in.

“I- uh, understood.”

This honestly felt unreal. Like a dream. Though Y/N hasn’t decided yet if this was just another nightmare. It felt like a trap. Too convenient but what could he do? Run back out towards the city? He can’t fight like Dream or Techno, he wouldn’t get the chance to flee. Besides they would just capture him again and he didn’t want to think about how he might be treated afterwards.

His best bet really was with Technoblade but why he would do this for him after he escorted him to his own execution, he didn’t know.

Hell, how did he even know of him?

“Now, Y/N.”

Techno just begun moving into the tunnels. Y/N made sure to stay close. A spark of hope inside his chest. Something he hasn’t felt in ages. Is it okay if he takes this spark and holds it close? Just in case it breaks out into a fire?

Almost as if to answer this question both Techno and Y/N heard a voice coming from behind them. It wasn’t Dream’s. No, Y/N knew this voice too well. It was Quackity. Quackity has found him and would bring him back.

That spark seemed to dim after all.

“What the fuck is this? What is this Techno? How the fuck did that Anvil not kill you? And now you are stealing my things? Stealing my blacksmith?”

Techno let out a cackling laugh as he made sure to stand in front of Y/N. Grasping the hilt of his netherite pickaxe in one of his hands.

“Listen here Quackity. I tried telling you that the root of the problems here was government! I fought alongside you to show you! And you used me! So, I retaliated with force, to prove my point but you still formed a government! After that I was content with getting away from it! I tried to retire! I swore off violence! You still hunted me down! You-“

He moved his head around a bit, looking at Y/N from the corner of his eyes only to snap back to Quackity “You hurt my friends!”

Quackity didn’t seem to have noticed this but Y/N did. Techno referred to Y/N as his friend? He somehow felt like he was missing some vital piece of information. Never in his life has he even talked with him before this. Maybe he really just meant the horse, it stood off to the other side but surely, he must have only meant Carl. Perhaps Philza as well? Yes, those he must have meant. No way did he group Y/N in there as well.

Not after he was the one who escorted Techno away from his peaceful life with chains around his wrists.

Quackity bit down on his lip in anger before he answered “Techno, I don’t care about that. All that I care about is that you are on my hit list.”

“Hit list? What kind of Hit list?”

“I’m building up a nation and this nation needs direction, organization and I swear no matter what it fucking takes me, I will fucking kill you.”

Once again Techno laughed “Quackity, do you really think you are enough to kill me? Even unarmored and only in iron armor?”

At this point Y/N was straight up jealous at Techno’s confidence and cockiness. He would have just cowered in fear, given up but Techno did not. He stood strong, calm. Like a boulder between turbulent waters.

That spark that seemed to dim inside of him seemed to flare up again. If he just stayed close to Techno and trusted in him, maybe he is allowed to hope. Just this once.

Obviously Quackity tried to stay calm and collected beforehand but this seemed to push him over the edge “So be it! I’ll fucking kill you right here and now!”

He immediately took his axe out and jumped towards Techno who confidently blocked the attack with his pickaxe. With a simple twist of his arm and body, he hooked Quackity weapon with his own and then used his whole body to pull it out of his hands.

The axe flew through the air, landing with a loud clanging on the ground in front of Y/N. He didn’t think much about it as he slowly stretched his hand out and grabbed it. Holding the weapon close to himself. Seeing how he couldn’t fight, this weapon would be useless in his hands but at least he could ensure that Quackity didn’t pick it up again.

It was the first time he rebelled against him. It was the first time he took some sort of control over this situation. He did not give up. He did something.

As he looked up he could see a shocked Quackity.

“I only have this pickaxe, Quackity, but I’ll put it through your teeth!”

There was this bloodlust to his words. A malice that Y/N expected from Techno before he met him. As his only idea of him was that what the butcher army told him.

He realized that their stories relied on a kernel of truth though in this moment he wasn’t scared of this Techno. No, he saw pain, self-preservation and conviction in his actions right now.

Quackity evaded one of Techno’s attacks only for his second to hit. Hitting his open mouth with the pickaxe and dragging it across his face. Resulting in Quackity to fall down motionless. Blood spilling to the ground as his body slowly dissolved into gold dust. He was respawning.

Technoblade just took Quackity’s first life. Just like that. It went over so fast. Like it was nothing.

Without seemingly missing a beat he turned around to look Y/N dead in the eyes, now calm again “We need to go. Now. I’ll explain everything to you once we are safe. I promise.”

He didn’t even wait for an answer and instead begun leading Carl through the tunnel again.

Y/N took a second to stare at the dissolving Quackity only for Techno to pull him back out of his thoughts “Y/N!”

“Why are you helping me. Just- Just tell me this. I’ll follow you, I promise, but I need to know.”

Techno sighed “Because how couldn’t we? How can you see injustice and not do anything?”

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Tag: @plaguedoctorsnake

[actuallysaiyan]

Hii, I hope you’re doing good and are getting well through the pandemic!💗 Huge fan of your writing, especially your head canons!!

I was wondering if I could request a nsfw alphabet w Vegeto/Gogeta please? Or just some kind of nsfw headcanons in general? If u have done one already feel free to dismiss this^^

Have a lovely morning/day/evening/night!

A/N: Thank you so much for being such a sweetie and requesting a very fun request! I had lots of fun writing for these two, and I hope you enjoy it as well! Gogeta in Bold and Vegito in Italics!!

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

Gogeta is very sweet after sex, despite being cocky when he’s fucking you hard. He’ll be gentle, and clean you up and just cuddle up. He enjoys feeling you so close to him.

Vegito can be a little sweet as well, but he doesn’t want to appear weak, even if it is just in front of you. He’ll clean you up and cuddle you, but he’s not going to have pillowtalk. 

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

Hmm, this is a tough one for Gogeta. He’s going to have to say maybe his arms...ohhh or his legs! It’s too hard for him to pick. He’s super strong, and he enjoys his physique. On you, it would be your pretty little mouth...er, your smile, rather. Though, you do look good with cock in your mouth.

Vegito loves all of himself. He’s not picky at all, and he thinks all of his physique is peak form. It’s pretty much a no brainer there. For you, it’s your thighs. He loves being buried between your cushiony and soft thighs, and when you make those pretty little noises and you’re squeezing your thighs around his head, he is weak.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Gogeta is so messy with his cum. He’ll cum inside of you, if you like that. If not, he’ll cum all over you, painting you with his seed. He likes to watch you with his seed all over you, and he’ll scoop some up to feed you some.

Vegito has a breeding kink. It’s the Vegeta in this fusion that dominates, so he just needs to cum inside of you. It’s his favorite thing in the whole world. It’s just so fucking good when your pussy milks him for all he is worth.

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

Gogeta and Vegito actually share the same secret, and it was to be able to fuck you at the same time(so a threesome with Vegeta and Goku). As this is the most viable way to have a threesome with both of them, they are both content with it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Gogeta is a bit less experienced, as Goku is the dominating one here. He’s not really the most interested in knowing how to have sex properly. He just does what feels good, and if you’re having a good time, then it’s great! If not, he’s quick to learn how to please you.

Vegito has a good amount of experience. He knows how to make you weak and very very wet. It’s one of his best techniques honestly. He just knows where to touch you and how to make you cum so quickly.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Gogeta enjoys the om position, but he’s big on cowgirl as well. Something about having you in his lap or riding him makes him so horny. He loves watching you ride him, and the way your tits bounce...it’s really nice.

Vegito loves doggy style. He loves bending you over desks or counters to pound himself into you over and over again. If you get on all fours in bed, he’ll consider this is you presenting yourself to him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Gogeta is pretty serious, but he can make some dumb remarks or jokes sometimes. He likes to keep things fun in bed, and sometimes he’ll just say some sexy joke or something dumb, but it’s funny and keeps things interesting in bed.

Vegito is very serious, and he gets into the moment. Sometimes, he’ll say something sexual or make a little dirty joke, but nothing crazy. He loves the serious aspect of fucking.

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

Gogeta is a little messy down there. He tries to keep it clean, but it grows very very very very fast. It’s the Saiyan genetics. Their hair doesn’t really stay cut even when it is cut. The carpet matches the drapes.

Vegito does what he can to keep the hair down there maintained. He has a different way of taking care of his pubic hair, and he enjoys it much more when he’s clean anyway. The carpet also matches the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Gogeta can be pretty sweet about having sex, but something he just says dumb stuff and it can take you out of the moment. He tries to just be very sweet, kind and attentive to your needs though.

Vegito is a little different. He can be degrading and rough with you, calling you names. But he can be romantic when he’s feeling a little more needy.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Gogeta doesn’t really understand the need to masturbate. He’s got you for that, doesn’t he? He’ll do it if he’s super desperate, but it’s odd because he is the fused form of Vegeta and Goku, so it can get awkward.

Vegito does not masturbate. He’s got great self-control and he doesn’t need to get himself off if you aren’t around to help with that. Besides, it would fluster him anyway.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Gogeta has a bit of a size kink. He’ll be so turned on by towering over you and making you feel and look so small. If you let him pick you up in his arms and just manhandle you a little bit, he’ll be so hard.

Vegito has a breeding kink of course. He needs to cum inside of you and for you to tell him that you’re his and nobody else’s and that you’ll carry his baby. It’s just something that triggers inside of him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Gogeta isn’t picky about fucking you in all kinds of different places. He loves it anywhere he can, but he understands that inside your own home can be nice as well. It’ll give you more time without the chance of someone catching you red-handed.

Vegito absolutely wants privacy when he fucks you. It’s got to be somewhere that nobody else will find you. He wants to spend as much time as he can when he’s fucking you. He doesn’t want anyone coming in.

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

For Gogeta, you really need to be clear about what you want. Place your hand on his thigh, and lean up to whisper in his ear “I want you right now,”. That should help, but if you need to be even more clear, just palm him through your pants.

Vegito doesn’t need a whole lot. If you touch his thigh, and give him a sensual look, he’s already rock hard. It doesn’t take a whole lot to turn him on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Gogeta isn’t interested in anal, scat or urine play. He does enjoy most of the other kinks, but he can be vanilla at times. Just let him have some fun, and you’re sure to have fun as well.

Vegito has similar preferences, but he doesn’t mind the anal aspect if you were interested. He likes different things on different days, so you’ll need to talk to him to know what’s going on.

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

Gogeta would much rather give you oral than receive, but he still enjoys it very much. He can be a bit sloppy with his oral, but it’s so fucking good. You’re always so wet, and he loves lapping up your juices. For blow jobs, he may get a little rough, but he’s going to make sure he doesn’t hurt you.

Vegito loves blow jobs. Please get on your knees and pull his cock out of his pants and just slobber all over it and gag on it. He’s fucking weak for the way you deepthroat him and just choke on his cock. He’ll definitely reciprocate and make you cum tenfold!

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Gogeta is a little more clumsy with his pacing, and it can be downright animalistic sometimes. He’s big on gripping your hips and slamming himself into you. If you need him to be slow, just explain it to him and he’ll do that for you.

Vegito is a tease most of the time, so his pace is actually quite slow and drawn out. He loves being a little rough sometimes, but he enjoys dragging his fat cock head against your walls to make you whimper.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Gogeta actually loves quickie a whole lot. They don’t take up too much time, and you both get to cum as well. It’s nice, and he can just pump himself into you and fuck you at his fast pace, and you’ll both get off very quickly.

Vegito loves a drawn out process, but quickies can be nice as well. If he’s busy and he needs to train, you can trust that he’ll pick a quickie over hours of sex.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Gogeta isn’t huge on risk taking, so he’ll go with his tried and true method when he can. If you want him to experiment with you a little more, just explain it to him and he might understand.

Vegito likes to tease you, so he’ll take some risks from time to time. He’ll finger you in public, or he’ll buy you some vibrating panties and make you cum inside a store.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Both Gogeta and Vegito have incredible stamina, and the fact that it is both Vegeta and Goku fused, it actually makes their stamina almost doubled sometimes. They both can last forever, but they’ll take pity on you for being just a normal human and they’ll stop when you need a break.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Once again, Gogeta doesn’t really understand the point of having toys. If you buy some, he’ll learn how to use them but he doesn’t really care too much about it.

Vegito has lots of toys. He buys all kinds of things to make you cum in all different ways. He loves restraints and vibrators, but handcuffs and whips can be exciting just as much.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Gogeta tries to tease, but he’s weak to your pleading and he doesn’t want to make you wait for your orgasm for too long. He loves the way you look when you come undone.

Vegito is a fucking huge tease. He loves watching you writhe beneath him as he brings you to the edge and pulls away. He’s sweet about it though, as in he lets you cum so hard when he finally decides it’s time for you to cum.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Gogeta is very loud, and he grunts and groans and just lets you know he’s enjoying himself very much. He’s loud, and people will hear you if they are around.

Vegito is a little quieter, but if you blow him, he may get a little loud when you do. He moans when you blow him, but he mostly grunts when he’s fucking you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Gogeta gets cocky when he fucks you, and this is Vegeta’s influence coming out. He’ll ask you stuff like “Who’s cock are you fucking?” and “Who owns this pussy?” 

Vegito is very sweet sometimes, and this is Goku’s empathy coming through. If he thinks he’s hurt you for real, he’ll stop immediately and make sure you’re okay before continuing.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Both of them have huge cocks! Around nine inches long, thick and curved only slightly. Besides that, they both look like they’ve been carved out of marble by the Gods themselves. They have perfect physiques.

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

Gogeta gets a little needy sometimes. He’ll just hump you and you’ll get to fucking right away. He has a very high sex drive and needs to take care of it as soon as possible.

Vegito has a normal sex drive. He loves fucking, but he doesn’t necessarily have to do it all the time. Just let him know you’re in the mood, and he’ll probably fuck you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Gogeta is out like a light almost immediately after taking care of you. He’s cuddling you in his arms and snoring away.

Vegito likes to stay awake for a bit and just relish in the feeling of you having you in his arms. He doesn’t always get these moments to himself.

[noforkingclue]

So I’ve been on a bit of a James Bond binge lately, even before watching ‘No Time To Die’ yesterday. I’ve had this idea bouncing around my head and I need to put it down before it fully consumes me!

So you’re a computer genius and because you’re bored, and have way too much time on your hands, you decide to try and hack into companies. You do this to test your skills and see if you can get in and out without being detected. Because of your over-confidence you decide to see if you can get into MI6.

And you do.

And you’re also discovered.

This starts an online battle between you and Q. You desperate to try and remain hidden while Q desperately tries to find out who you over. Slowly, a sort of mutual respect/friendship starts to develop between the two of you. However, M wants to bring you in and gets Bond in to find you.

You have no desire to communicate with Bond or be found by MI6 but bond is certain that he is going to find you. However, your relationship is different with Bond. You’re caught off guard by his flirtatious remarks and even so slowly you begin to flirt back. Bond is determined to find you and this starts a cat-and-mouse game between the two of you.

Neither of you want to lose this battle but at the same time you both can’t help but be captivated with the other. You both want to win but at what cost would you go in order to win?