#tw grape without the g

[melancholy-diary]

Nsfw audios I think about sometimes ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

Tw : cringe and some other fucked up shit that will probably bite my ass in the future (my digital footprint is crazy)

⛔ for grape without the g or CNC

Will update!

Coming home late to you sleeping

Tags : Jerking off, whimpering, somnophilia.

Corrupting the priestess

Tags : Corruption kink, breeding kink, slight degrading. Also the intro is epic af, straight out of game of throne or some shit.

Rambles while he jerk himself off

Tags : Delicious scrumptious male whimpers, wet sounds and use of vibrator.

Hate fuck ⛔

Tags : Degrading, corruption kink, mommy kink.

Window fuck

Tags : Exhibitionist, Daddy kink, possessive and jealous husband. (It's giving Death Island Leon)

Boyfriend's instructions

Tags : Masterbation, Open Relationship, Threesome.

[authorxxxxxx]

NSFW Alphabet erling Haaland

NSFW Alphabet | Erling Haaland

Based on an request and because a lot of people asked for this , you shall recieve .

Tw : This is an NSFW Alphabet so obviously SMUT and fluff .

I hope you like it ; )

Enjoy < 3

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

He is actually very romantic . His love language is physical touch . He will hug you and kiss you . Most of the times you fall asleep right after sex.

B = Body Part ( They're favorite body part of theirs and also their partners )

He likes to grab things , so his favorite body part of yours is your waist , boobs and your ass . He actually loves the sight of his big hands spread out on you . He was a size kink .

He is naturally so big and has a particular liking on his thighs that you apear to like a little too much .

C = Cum ( Anything to do with cum basically )

He dosn't like the mess so he prefers to just cum inside of you and since you apear to like it as much as he does , it's just the way to go . Although if you ask him to make a mess , he will gladly do it .

D = Dirty Secret ( A dirty secret of theirs )

Erling yould probably want you to dominate him in a way . What can we say ? He is a switch .

E = Experience ( How experienced are they ? )

He is actually very picky and dosn't have that much of an experience , but with you . . . we can say that he certainly is a pretty fast learner .

F = Favorite Position ( Pretty self explenatory )

He does everything in his power to show you how much power and strenght he has .

Any position where he can manhandle you actually .

SEX ON THE WALL SEX ON THE WALL SEX ON THE WALL

G = Goofy ( Are they more serious in the moment or not ? )

It depends on the situation . Most of times he just teases the life out of you and is pretty serious , but he can crack some jokes from now and then .

H = Hair ( How well groomed are they ? Does the carpet match the grapes ? )

There's not much to be said about this . He keeps himself preaty well groomed . And yes the carpet does much the grapes .

I = Intimacy ( How are they like during the moment ? The romantic aspect . )

You are his favorite person . He just can't take his hands away from and more importantly his eyes . As I said before his love language is physical touch . He always touches you with one way or another .

J = Jack Off ( How often do they masturbate ? )

He has a relly high sex drive so he does it almost every day , even though your with him and you have a sex a lot of times per week , he still does it . Sometimes you do it for him .

K = Kinks ( One or more of their kinks )

He is actually very possesive and just loves leaving marks all over your body - make sure the others know that you are his .

He has a size kink ( - obviously - )

Choking , grabing and body whorsip are some of his kinks .

SEX IN THE SHOWER SEX IN THE SHOWER phone sex

L = Location ( Favorite place to do the dead )

He'll just lay you down on any available surface of your shared home . Bed , kitchen counter you name it .

M = Motivation ( What makes them turn on and keeps them going )

Your whole being . Just you . Your existence makes him going . You doing literally anything .

N = No ( Something they woudn't do and turns them off )

Erling would never do anything without your consent . He is very thougtfull . Having your full consent before sex is his number one top priority .

O = Oral ( Prefernce in giving or receiving )

He likes both , but he loves giving you pleasure too . He just can't help it . He might not say this , but he loves recieving a little too much .

P = Pace ( Are they slow and sensual or fast and rough ? )

He can be slow and sensual , but most of the times he is fast and rough . Expect to not be able to use your legs for walking the next day .

Q = Quicky ( Their opinions on quickies )

He isn't a really big fan of quickies . Sure he has tried it many times with you to let some steam off , but he still dosn't prefers them .

R = Risk ( Do they take any risks ? )

Well he actually takes risks . He is risky so expect a lot of public teasing . You have done it a lot of times in the car too .

S = Stamina ( How many rounds can they go for ? )

He has a lot of stamina and when I say a lot , I mean a lot . He can go up as many rounds as you want him too . Your top is like 6 and more

T = Toys ( Do they own any ? )

No . He hates them . No . He despites them . He is actually very jealous of them . You both don't need any , because you have each other and that's just enough .

U = Unfair ( How much they tease ? )

He is a teaser . He likes teasing you until you beg for it . Loves overstimulating you all night long before he finally takes you .

V = Volume ( How loud are they and what sounds do they make ? )

He isn't particulary loud , but he is close to his orgasm or when you give him a blowjob he lets out some soft moans that only you can listen .

W = Wild Card ( A random headcanon for the character )

It is an understatement that he loves spending quality time with you . He just needs to be near you , hold you and talk to you about everything .

X = X - Ray ( Let's see what's going on under their clothes )

That behemoth of a man . . . is above average . Stands in 6,5 inches long . It is thick . It slightly bends upwards and a little bit on the right .

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

Well . . . he has a really high sex drive especially when you are with him .

Z = Zzz ( How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards ? )

He has to hold you or he dosn't sleep . You are just like a pillow for him .

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@unimportantbabymilksharkte

@evarasworld

[misano17]

Any advice on coming out to your Karate instructor?

he’s a bit old fashioned but he’s never been outwardly bigoted on any issue (based man tbh) and I’ve known him for literal years. At my brown belt test I had a bit of a breakdown about the homophobia in my county and how I didn’t feel safe and the most response I got after was how I don’t need to worry because I’m well liked and being gay shouldn’t affect that cuz I have a good reputation, which wasn’t the point of why I had a breakdown in the first place. I had a breakdown cuz the reason I got into karate was cuz I live in the south and I’m an ace person who used to present as feminine while dating someone who also presented femininely. So my mom was worried that some guy would try to “fix me” through some gross (tw mentions of grape without the g) fucked up forced sex ig? And I was terrified of that in middle school and a bit into highschool, cuz I’m sex repulsed as all hell and ya know, rape is traumatic.

anyways being trans a bit different down in the south cuz like, people that might be indifferent or accepting of gay people ain’t that way about trans people.

so I don’t really know how to come out to him ig? I don’t like being called by my deadname and referred to by she/her and I’m one of his like, star pupils ig? Cuz like, when he talks about good examples with other instructors it’s usually me or my friend in the class that get talked about, but he introduces me by my deadname and it sucks cuz I look masc so when I meet new martial artists they assume I’m a dude till they hear she/her and then that’s all they refer to me by and it sucks.

Do y’all have any advice??

[starry-night-rose]

It’s time for some Aimée backstory lore drop! This will go into slightly more detail than the one found on her profile!

TW: Emotional Abuse, SA, Manipulation and.......grape without the g (if you don’t feel comfortable reading this than please stop reading!) (If I didn’t portray SA correctly or Emotional Abuse, please tell me! I am very willing to correct it!)

Aimée was arranged to be in a relationship with a boy who was from a higher up family in the Jupiter Corp for publicity and for the families. Aimée thought that she might learn to love him one day but that day never came. He was always an asshole would try to control Aimée in different ways like her looks to even how she would hate how she would always be smarter than her so as a result, Aimée would try dumbing herself down in front of him to raise his ego. Aimée wanted to leave him but she never could, she always felt too guilty to think of him all by himself with no one to love him, so she stayed. The families always pushed the question of marriage for them and while the ex was all for it, Aimée hated the idea of it. Then, one night at a party, this was Aimée’s breaking point. Aimée was just minding her business alone from others at a party when her ex walked in, he was tipsy from drinking and tried to rape Aimée. He pinned her against the bed with her screaming at him. Aimée managed to throw him off and tried to run but the ex caught up to her. She had to fight him off with a fire poker which lead him to have a bloody scar on his face. At that very moment, Aimée declared that they were over and never going to get back together. Sure the press might find out but who cares, Aimée needed to leave. The ex pleaded and cried stating that he would be alone forever but Aimée couldn’t care less anymore. The family of the ex covered up the story and blamed the Amores for having such a disobedient daughter but Aimée’s family stood by her. They were heartbroken to hear this happen to their daughter and wanted the ex’s family to pay. They felt remorseful for the pain they caused to her and wanted to make it up to her.

(What the Ex looks like)

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Sommelier (Hannigram x Female!Reader) pt. 25

Y/n puts an end to everything.

@dovahdokren @deadman-inc-bikeshop @lov3vivian @wisesandwichshark @scpdragon

⚠️HUGE⚠️ trigger warnings: rape, drugging, sex trafficking, VERY graphic descriptions of violence, physical violence (please let me know if I leave anything out)

Hannibal could walk through a valley of human suffering and not even flinch. You couldn't tell if that made him subhuman or superhuman. You, however, were just human.

You wanted to be a badass. You wanted to kick the door down and make a scene. But one woman was enough to break you.

She was wearing only a large t-shirt. A cloth bandage covered in blood covered her pubic area like a makeshift pair of underpants. She laid limply against a stone. Her arms were punctured where needles had been.

"I don't..." she mumbled, clearly intoxicated beyond function. "...don't make me..."

You knew you couldn't afford to stop. But compassion kept your feet firmly on the ground in front of her.

"What is Chase making you do?"

"I can't-" She said, pressing her forehead against the rock. "I can't be an unwoman-"

She began to slam her head against the rock with clear intent to take her own life. Without thinking, you grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her into the grass. She sobbed, a bloody, but thankfully, survivable, gash on her forehead.

"Tell me your name." You demanded, squeezing her shoulders.

"...Tiffany." She said with a sudden lucidity.

The name unlocked a memory in you. It was the still image of a sunny young girl, immortalized on a faded missing person's ad hung up at the grocery store. Tiffany Rose Pierce, it read.

"I'm gonna get you out of here, Tiffany." You whispered. "I'm gonna get all of you out of here."

"Vanguard won't like that." She said, slipping back into a state of minimal consciousness.

"Stay here." You instructed, pushing yourself back to your feet.

You readied your gun and slowly, carefully pushed the cabin door open. Suddenly, the stained glass window was the least of your worries.

The entire area was lined with cheaply-constructed bunk beds, like an overgrown henhouse. Women with distinctively long hair were shackled to the lower bunks. Their shaven counterparts, the unwomen, were forced to be the slavedrivers. They held the chained women down.

You heard the rattling of chains coming from the right. It was accompanied with screaming and wet slapping.

"Take daddy's cock you filthy fucking broodmare." A familiar voice grunted.

The only way you could look at him was behind the barrel of your gun. He was exactly how you pictured him while listening to his voice in the car. Unremarkable, middle-aged and serpentine.

"Pastor Armitage!" You yelled.

To hear someone call him by his title in the midst of violating a person was enough to send him into a panic. He sputtered and his entire face turned red.

He didn't suffer for long, though. A 12 gauge shell right through the face took care of that. Fragments of his head, his blood and brain matter splattered everywhere. His knees buckled and his limp body collapsed.

The room fell silent. Smoke trickled out of your barrel.

"Where's fucking Chase?" You asked the room.

Someone weakly pointed up the stairs. You met her eyes and nodded.

"Sorry about the mess."

Now you knew how Hannibal felt. Blowing someone's head off made you acutely aware of your own head on your shoulders. You held it higher. You felt no remorse as you ascended the staircase with your gun blazing.

You came across a room with some words etched in the door. 'Skin room'. You launched your foot squarely into the door, causing it to violently swing open. 

You examined the room from behind the gun. Chase had done a hell of a job dressing up this cheap cabin bedroom like a hotel suite, but the smell hit you before you could be fooled. A brick chimney, a wine cooler and a mahogany desk were positioned so the eye would gravitate towards the luxury while the nose picked up the brutality. The stained glass window was suspended in front of the real window, absorbing the mid-morning light and giving the room an eerie sepia tint. 

You cocked your gun to announce your presence. You heard the sound of running water, and then a side door swung open. 

“You’ll forgive me a couple minutes to freshen up.” Chase said, shaking his hands dry. “Cleanliness is close to godliness, after all.” 

You said nothing. You didn’t want to dignify him with a conversation. 

He bent over and pulled a bottle of wine from his cooler. He placed it squarely on the desk. You looked at it, then did a double take. He grinned sadistically. 

“Is that...” You leaned in to get a closer look. “1907 Heidsieck Monople Gout?” 

Chase shrugged. “You tell me. You’re the wine expert.” 

You’d heard many a conflicting story about the legendary 1907 Heidsieck. Some said as many as 2,000 bottles were pulled up from the depths of the freezing Baltic sea. Some said a single bottle could go for half a million dollars. With that kind of precedent, you never thought you’d ever have to worry about it. Yet, there it was. Right in front of you. 

“I’m saving it for a special occasion.” Chase said, suddenly reminding you where you were.

You returned to your gun. “For when you kill me?” 

“For when I save you.” Chase smiled, his unnaturally white teeth glistening in the sepia light. “See, Miss [F/N], you survived two of my attempts on your life. God has smiled down on you.” 

“Or, maybe,” You interrupted. “You’re just horrible at killing.” 

Chase raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

"A knife through the hand hurts like a bitch, but it isn't fatal." You shrugged. "And you didn't do a good enough job beating the fear of death out of Catherine. Else she might have actually gone through with it. Maybe if you'd sent Tiffany-"

"God loves you." Chase interrupted before you could poke more holes in his attempts on your life. "Why you're still alive when so many less deserving of death have died is beyond me, but god works in mysterious ways, doesn't he?"

"She sure does." You smirked.

Chase cleared his throat. You'd pegged him as the type to get irrationally angry at the implication of god being a woman, so his reaction surprised you.

"Well, let's get down to business, shall we?" He gestured to a seat across from him.

You narrowed your eyes. "I don't think so."

"Pity." He pouted. "Not even for poor Mr. Graham?"

It dawned on you that he probably still thought he had Will, and you could use it to your advantage.

You held your gun at your side and hesitantly sat down in the seat. A gluttonous smile spread across Chase's face.

"So it wasn't wine after all." He said. "It wasn't even your own life. You're only willing to save your soul for the sake of your precious Will Graham."

"What do you care?" You growled through your teeth. "This is just a power grab for you. You wouldn't know what genuine empathy for another person feels like."

He grinned, as if someone had just flipped his 'on' switch. "Jesus does."

"Did Jesus use his influence to lure teenage girls into a sick breeding ring?" You sneered. "I don't remember that from VeggieTales."

"Genesis 1:28." Chase said. "And God blessed them, and God said unto them, be fruitful, and multiply."

"I suppose you also don't eat shellfish or wear mixed fabrics." You rolled your eyes.

"It's always the same arguments from you atheists." Chase scoffed, adding a distinct bite to the last word. "When are you going to show some actual proof that the bible isn't an infallible model for human morality?"

"Maybe when you stop eating shellfish and wearing mixed fabrics." You repeated.

"They are minor sins at best." Chase grimaced. "I have gotten right with Jesus. You, on the other hand, oh, you. Your sins are weighty."

"I did just blast a rapist's head off." You admitted. "And it's going to be two very soon if this one doesn't get to the fucking point."

"I know about your exploits." He squinted. "With Mr. Graham and the man with the Nazi accent."

"He's actually from Lithuania, which, if you wanna be technical," you corrected, just for the sake of being annoying. "Is an ex-Soviet state, but whatever."

Chase tensed up at being corrected. "I know about your hedonistic sexual activities with two men, your exploration. But in the bible, Satan approaches these two people called Adam and Eve..."

"No he didn't." You shook your head. "It was a serpent. The devil wasn't a concept when Genesis was written."

Chase gritted his teeth. "God made one man and one woman. Each to fill each other's sexual desires, within the context of marriage, entirely-"

"But Adam had two spouses, didn't he?" You cocked your head and smiled. "Eve wasn't even the first woman in Adam's life. That was Lilith."

Chase heaved a frustrated sigh. "How do you know that?!"

"I was raised catholic." You said in the tonal equivalent of smacking him upside the head. "I was forced into religion at a young age and brainwashed to hate myself."

"See, that's where we agree." Chase tented his hands, thinking he found a genuine point of connection. "Organized religion is a cancer on society. Christianity is fundamentally about a relationship with god."

You laughed. It was the first real, good laugh you had in a while.

"Don't laugh." He scolded. "I am sorry that that was your experience with religion and that the Catholic church modeled a false teaching of who god is and what he wants. Not all christians-"

You wiped a tear from your eye. "Homie, you killed four people in front of me."

He placed his hand over his heart. "And christ forgave me. And he can forgive you too."

"Alright, this has been fun and everything," you said, standing up. You aimed your shotgun and cocked it. "But, I did come here to kill you, so, open wide."

Chase put his hand squarely over the barrel and pushed it out of the way. "You don’t have the guts to pull the trigger."

You pulled the trigger and blasted his hand clean off. Any hope of reattachment was shattered, as bits of his hand painted the walls and floor.

You opened the gun and let the two empty shells fall to the ground while Chase screamed in agony.

Instead of going through the motions of reloading, you smashed him over the head with the gun. He wrapped his good hand around the barrel and attempted to wrestle it away from you. You took this as an invitation to corner him against the wall with the still-hot barrel against his neck. He smashed his forehead into your nose, sending you tumbling backwards.

The shotgun fell to the ground. You pinched the bridge of your nose to control the blood flow. Chase wrapped a champagne towel around his stump and picked up a small revolver on his desk. He let off a shot, which lodged itself into your shoulder. By the time he let off the second shot, you were on the ground. The third shot didn't fire, just let out a flash and a bang.

"Goddamn blanks!" He cursed.

He tore open a drawer and rummaged around for bullets, giving you a window to come up from behind and gouge your fingers into his eyes. He screamed, dropping a handful of bullets. He flailed aimlessly, then charged backwards, slamming you into the cheap drywall.

He felt around for the bullets without the advent of eyesight. You knew you wouldn't be able to take aim with your shotgun with a bullet lodged in your shoulder, so you dove for the revolver.

Chase grabbed you by the ankle and dragged you down. You hit the floor with a thud, the collision making the bullets jump. Chase grinned, using the sound to place them. He turned around and reached for one, while you scooped up another that had rolled under the desk.

You scrambled to your feet. Chase's hand was just centimeters from the revolver. Thinking fast (but not so thoroughly), you grabbed for the revolver. You wrapped your hand around the barrel, putting yourself at a disadvantage if he fired off another blank.

Chase, however, wasn't that forward-thinking, and opted for a childish game of tug-of-war instead. Knowing he had the brute strength advantage, you waited for him to pull back and released your grip. Chase tumbled, cursing on his way down.

With no thought on your mind but ending this, you launched your foot into his sack, causing him to scream and drop the gun.

Just as you thought it was over, just when the gun was in arm's reach, he kicked your knees backwards and you fell. You swallowed the pain and army crawled for the revolver.

"I don't think so." Chase spat, smiling like a maniac. He grabbed your face with his good hand and his fingers slithered down your throat.

"Choke..." he demanded. "Choke, demoness."

Strengthened by animalistic instinct, you crushed his fingers under your teeth. The sound of snapping bone filled the inside of your head and a sudden rush of blood flooded into your mouth. He withdrew his hand, leaving a finger behind to limply fall down your throat.

You coughed and gagged while Chase screamed. A single bloody digit dislodged itself from your windpipe, flew across the room and landed on the desk.

Chase sputtered something resembling a laugh. "Maybe you're not such a dumb bitch after all."

You grabbed the gun and pushed yourself up with the help of the desk. The finger stared up at you as you loaded the single bullet.

You positioned the finger onto the trigger and guided it with your gloved hand. Then you aimed it at his forehead. Dead by his gun, by his trigger finger. Bleeding on the ground in his private bunker while the empire he built collapses around him. A coward's death. It was poetic enough an end as he deserved.

"You want to say a prayer before you meet god?" You offered.

"My soul is saved." Chase said through ragged breaths. "My place in heaven is secured."

Bang. One bullet, right between the eyes. A bloody fingerprint on the pistol. You dropped the revolver and collapsed. You just laid there, listening to your phone buzz.

[kenziedrawz]

Alright, so Legion of Candy AU Basically (most of)The Legion of Stationery are candy people now, they live in a seemingly abandoned candy factory. G//RE, C//NNIB//LISM AND S//LF-ST//REV//TION TW!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

Punchi is a journalist, sent by their boss in order to find out what the hell was going on with all those disappearances. So our lovable boyo goes WITHOUT A NOTEPAD OH GOD THEY FORGOT HIS NOTEPAD. Punchi is also a human in this au So our boyo arrives at the factory and goes in and guess what he sees? Corpses, Corpses with large bites out of them stuck to a large wall. yep that's right, the candy people are Cannibals. Punchi then panics and passes out and is then found by Himo. And now some fun facts about the Characters Jean- I decided to make Jean Skittles, His eyes are literally Skittles and he cries them as well. tastes fruity. -The one who keeps the Factory (mostly) In order. - His favourite part of the human body to eat are the hands.

Raquelle -Taffy girl!! she do be made entirely out of taffy, it's blueberry flavour. -If you eat any of the taffy she produces then you have to do her bidding for a set amount of time depending on how much taffy you ate. -Fav body part to eat? The heart and stomach.

Punchi -Just a your regular old journalist. - 5'2 human lad -Was practically forced to go to the factory -He forgot their notebook on purpose to spite his boss. -Might have a smol littl crush on Himo,,, -Thank the gods that they met Himo first instead of one of the others

Himo -Mans do be bubble gum tape, specifically grape -Himo refuses to eat human meat and/or flesh unless he is starving. -Was the first one of the candy people to find Punchi and intended on him being the only one to find them. unfortunately, Fate(Snips) had other plans. -does have a smol crush on the journalist boyo

Snips -fuckin White Chocolate mixed with Dark Chocolate. -The leader of the group(minus Himo because Himo left) of candy people. -They were the second and last person to find Punchi, They tried to kill him. - Fav body part to eat is the brain. -The most gluttonous of the group of Candy people

General stuff for the candy peopl -Very fucking tall, the shortest(Being Jean) is 14'9(Raquelle is 15'5, Himo is 19'2 and Snips is 27'9(Snips gets height perks because they are the leader) ) -Have very sharp teeths -Were they originally human? who knows!

[mudwingprince]

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT THINK ANYTHING NEGATIVE ABOUT RADI0 OR ISOL, THEY'RE BOTH AMAZING PEOPLE THAT I LOVE VERY MUCH (/p) AND I WOULD NEVER THINK ANYTHING THAT HAS BEEN WRITTEN

I WROTE IT FOR THE PURPOSE OF THE STORY WHICH IS (almost) ENTIRELY FICTION

anyways, onto the story (and triggers)

Tw: Blood, death, symptoms of depression and PTSD, suicidal thoughts

I blinked. I blinked again. I tried to move, it hurt.

Right, I thought to myself. Immortality, how could I forget about that?! I pushed myself up into a sitting position. It was dark, which was weird. It was a white room with no windows or lights. Was it night? I looked around and spotted Isol, curled up. I watched the steady rise and fall of their furry sides. They were facing away from me. I guess it was night. I pushed myself off of the ground, careful not to make a sound as to wake Isol. Nausea and vertigo hit me like a boulder and I was tempted to let out a groan, but I protested against myself.

No, I can’t wake them… what happened… that was horrifying… I can't let it happen again.

I slowly crept towards the door that Radi0 (hopefully) escaped through, every step sending agony through my legs and spine. As I slowly turned the doorknob, making sure to keep an eye on Isol, Isol’s ear flicked up and they slowly raised their head. I froze. M-Maybe they wouldn’t notice me…? Their head turned towards the spot where I was lying and, when they found only a puddle of blood and paw prints, they whipped their head towards the door.

Shit.

I threw the door open and slammed it shut behind me just as Isol leaped towards me. Radi0 had been curled up on the door and, with the sudden movement, he jumped. He leaped to his feet, balling his hands in fists up against his chest as if to throw a punch. His eyes were wide and blood red and there were tear stains on his cheeks. I pushed myself up against the door as Isol clawed, scratched and slammed on the door, screaming.

“M-Mind helping here?” I grunted to Radi0, putting all of my weight on the door and thrashing my tail. I’m so tired. He jumped into action and leaned on the door beside me.

“You’re… alive?” He asked, well, muttered seemed better. It was kind of hard to think of good grammar considering the circumstances.

“Y-yeah? And?” I replied sharply. The amount of blood that was dripping off of me was… concerning… to say the least. I wanted to fall asleep and pretend like Isol, our friend, wasn’t a real threat right now… I coughed and was almost flung away from the door due to all of the banging. I regained my balance and leaned against the door again. I felt so… shitty… That… made sense though, I just died after all.

“Are… you okay?” Radi0 muttered with a sniff. I glanced at him and licked the tangy blood off of my teeth with my sharp, forked tongue.

“I just died, of course I’m not,” I snapped. “Imagine having to feel this shitty every time you accidentally choke on a grape,” I raised my voice so Isol could hear me. “OR WHENEVER YOUR FRIEND KILLS YOU OVER A FUCKING VIDEO GAME!!”

Could I even call them a friend anymore? I thought, friends don’t kill each other… that’s… that’s not a normal thing… right?

“We’re running,” I whispered to Radi0 after another minute of holding the door shut. “On the count of three, we both go, okay?” He nodded. That was all I needed.

“Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

As soon as the last word came out of my mouth we ran in the opposite direction of the door. After ten minutes of running, I was quickly falling behind Radi0, everything was getting harder to make out. Radi0 slowed to a stop.

“W-what… are you… doing?” I muttered in between gasps. My voice sounded gravelly and rough. I hated this.

“They’re… not following… us… anymore…” Radi0 replied, panting. “Are… you okay?” He asked again. Why did he keep asking me this?

“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine,” I replied, wiping the blood away from my lip. I gave him a weak smile. “Are you?”

“... I’m… I’m worried about you, Mud,” He said. I was silent for a second. Why would someone worry about me? Did I really mean that much to someone?

“Why?” I asked, although it sounded more like a statement.

“‘Why’? Are you serious Mud?” He said, shocked. “Y-you’re bleeding, and you look like you’re gonna pass out, AND YOU SAID YOU JUST DIED?!” I glanced away from him. All of that was true. I was bleeding a lot. And I did feel like I was about to collapse. And I did just die.

“I just…” I replied. “G-gotta sleep it off… That always helps…” Radi0 wrapped his arm around my torso and I leaned on him.

“Maybe we should get you somewhere warmer…” Radi0 said, pointing up at the cloudy sky. The sky… The sky! We weren’t in that other place anymore, I could feel soft grass beneath my paws again! How long had it been since I was outside anyway? “Hey, over there looks pretty sheltered?” Radi0 pulled me out of my thoughts. I nodded, not even looking at where he was pointing. We trekked along until we got to a fallen tree. It’s uprooted roots hung over the ground like a tent. We sat down under the tree and I curled up.

“I’m… going to get firewood…” Radi0 said. He paused. “If you need anything, call for me, okay?”

“Trust me, I won’t need anything,” I replied sarcastically. I closed my eyes and let sleep take hold of me for the night.

Radi0 rubbed at his eyes as he walked through the dense forest, occasionally stopping to pick up large twigs and sticks.

He’s going to be fine, Radi0 told himself repeatedly. They managed to survive Isol’s attack, he’ll be able to survive by themself. Suddenly, a disturbing thought entered his mind, I won’t be able to survive by myself. I’m weak. Pathetic. I let him do that. They told me to run. I deserve to die… Radi0 picked up another stick, barely able to hold the amount that he had. That would be enough, right? He didn’t even know how to make a fire, how was he going to keep both of them warm? He started his walk back to the fallen tree. His thoughts still screaming at him.

I failed to stop them. I’m a horrible friend. He wouldn’t want me back there. Why does he even consider me a friend? Do they even consider me a friend at this point? I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t… I’m a horrible person. I should’ve let Isol kill me. It would be better that way…

He was so wrapped up in his overwhelmingly disturbing thoughts, he hadn’t realized that he had made it back to the tree. Mud had fallen asleep. His wounds were still open. Radi0 should probably help them clean that up. He placed the sticks and twigs down in the dirt near Mud, arranging them in a cone. He grabbed one of the smaller sticks and started rolling it between his hands, like he had seen in the shows. After five minutes of rolling, Radi0 was starting to get frustrated. It still wasn’t working. He didn’t have the energy or motivation to do it anymore, but he knew he had to, they would both get cold in the incoming rain without it. He continued. After fifteen minutes, there was a spark, and then another, and then another, until the entire cone of wood was lit up in flames. By now, the storm had already hit. Radi0 turned away from the fire and faced out from the cover of the roots. He stared off into the distance and dove into his thoughts once again.

Does he even care about me? If they do… why? I didn’t do anything to protect them, I just ran away, like the coward that I am. I was ready to let them die. I was ready to run. But I want to protect him! That’s what good friends would do! They protect each other!

Another voice. This one chilled him to the bone.

You’re lying. You’re lying to yourself and everyone you love. You’re a fucking fraud. A liar. A fake. Stop putting on a brave face and show them your true colors. You’re a coward. To think you’ve gotten away with this for so long. You-

The voice was cut off by Mud. He was shuffling in his sleep, beads of sweat decorating their forehead. Radi0 noticed that their injuries had healed immensely, even when he had completely forgotten (add that to the list of what he needs to scold himself on later). Suddenly, they shot upright, trying to catch their breath.

“Are you okay?” Radi0 asked, frantically looking around to see if they were okay physically.

“Nightmare,” Mud rasped, hugging themself. “It’s nothing serious.” Radi0 glanced at him, then pulled his knees up to his chest, mirroring Mud.

“It’s all going to be okay…” Mud muttered. “I hope you know that. We’ll find a way to make peace with Isol, while getting them to play Omori at the same time.” They let out a weak laugh. Radi0 chuckled with them and smiled out into the forest. It’s going to be okay.

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Zlatan Ibrahimović | NSFW Alphabet

Based on a request I got from @unimportantbabymilksharkte to write something spicy about Zlatan , here is your NSFW Alphabet .

Tw : it's a NSFW Alphabet so obviously SMUT and fluff .

P.s. I want to bite him .

Enjoy 😈

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

He will do anything you'll ask . You want a bath , something to drink or eat , cuddles and kisses , you'll get it immediately . If you tell him to stay inside of you for a little bit of cockwarming until bedtime , he'll just do that . He actually likes that more than anything .

B = Body Part ( They're favorite body part of theirs and also their partners )

What he likes most about his body is that he is big . He always feels proud when you tell him that he is a big boy . His favorite parts of his body are his muscles and his abs and maybe his thighs that you appear to like a little to much . wink - wink

C = Cum ( Anything to do with cum basically )

He doesn't like the mess so he prefers to just cum inside of you and since you appear to like it as much as he does , it's just the way to go . He doesn't mind though cumming on your belly or your ass , it makes him wanna have another round .

D = Dirty Secret ( A dirty secret of theirs )

He has a lot of fantasies about him fucking you while you're sleeping but he is just to afraid to ask you . He doesn't want to make feel uncomfortable or bad so he'll just keep his fantasies for himself .

E = Experience ( How experienced are they ? )

Before you , he had slept with a couple of people , but they were just a couple of one night stands so it doesn't really matter . He is definitely a fast learner so he knows what he's doing . He wants to explore every inch of your body and bring as much pleasure as possible .

F = Favorite Position ( Pretty self explanatory )

He just loves being on top and that's a statement . Any position that helps him have control over the whole situation , he likes it . He also wants to be able to look at your eyes and kiss you during that time .

G = Goofy ( Are they more serious in the moment or not ? )

He is actually rather serious during sex . He takes it very seriously and his only goal is to make you feel good , maybe because when you feel good , he feels good . He was a little humorous at your first times just to ease things up , but after sex he always cracks some jokes .

H - Hair ( How well groomed are they ? Does the carpet match the grapes ? )

Zlatan is a professional footballer so he has to shave at some places to avoid injuries , but down there he is always clean . He doesn't shave but he is trimmed up . And yes , the carpet matches with the grapes .

I = Intimacy ( How are they like during the moment ? The romantic aspect .

He always has to touch you somehow . Do not expect him to not touch you or hug you during sex , because he always touches you even if you aren't intimate with each other . His love language is physical touch .

J = Jack Off ( How often do they masturbate ? )

He doesn't need to do it on a regular basis , because he has you , but when he is a away from you and he needs to release some stress , he does it . He may call while he does it too .

K = Kinks ( One or more of their kinks )

He definitely has a size kind difference . He is just so M A S S I V E and if you are a lot smaller thsn him , then be prepared for being carried all the time . During sex he might get a little more possessive over you .

Bites & Hickeys . I think he just loves spending time leaving marks all over your body . It makes him feel that you're his and his only . His possessiveness comes out of like that : )

Breeding Kink : He jusy wants a family with you . He wants to see you pregnant with your baby and what a better way to accomplish that by making feel full with his cum .

Shower Sex : And this goes without saying , the feeling of the warm water and your body pressing on his just makes him go feral .

L = Location ( Favorite place to do the deed )

Your bedroom . It is comfortable and safe . There are not a lot of things to say about this .

M = Motivation ( What makes them turn on and keeps them going )

Your whole existence . Just you doing anything . From brushing your hair , driving the car , going out to walk the dogs . Whatever you do it just makes him love you and want you even more .

N = No ( Something they wouldn't do and turns them off )

Basically anything that has to do with harm . He doesn't even want to thing about it . He hates it . He couldn't do anything more than a few funny spanks in your butt . But that's it .

O = Oral ( Preference in giving or receiving )

He wouldn't turn down the opportunity to have a blow jod by you but he always enjoys in giving you pleasure . On of the things he loves the most , is going down on you for God knows how long . At most times you end up crying from the overstimulation and pleasure . He has cummed a lot of times too by just that , but he won't admit it .

P = Pace ( Are they slow and sensual or fast and rough ? )

It depends on the mood . If you both are feeling horny but are the same time tired it's mostly slow and sensual , but if you are not tired and have the need for something more hard , then it's time for fast and rough .

Q = Quicky ( Their opinions on quickies )

He doesn't prefer them so your quickies are only a few just to let that steam off .

R = Risk ( Do they take any risks ? )

He is Zlatan , ofcourse he takes risks but not with you . He can't risk someone catching you both at an intimate moment . You are only his to see . He is a little bit obsessive .

S = Stamina ( How many rounds cane they go for ? )

He can go up to 3 rounds or more cause he can last long , or many as you'd like . Just tell him and he'll do it .

T = Toys ( Do they own any ? )

He doesn't own any sex toys . He isn't particularly interested in them so he keeps his distance . Besides that , you don't need toys when you have each other .

U = Unfair ( How much they tease ? )

He is a freaking mean . He can tease you all day long just so he can see your desperation for him . Sometimes you get him back by teasing the living shit out of him . That leads to mad sex but yeah . . .

V = Volume ( How loud are they and what sounds to they make ? )

He is not particularly loud and he doesn't always moan . Most of times he growls and groans but he can moan if you catch him in a more sensitive way .

W = Wild Card ( A random headcanon for the character )

Spending quality time with you . Visiting the place where you too first met , going out on walks early in the morning or late at night feeling like you have the whole to yourselves , walking the dogs , going on car rides with the windows rolled down and music blasting through the radio . He just lives and loves spending time with you .

X = X - Ray ( Let's see what's going on under their clothes )

This man is 6 ft 5 and weighs more than 95 kilos . There is a reason why they call him '' The Big Man '' . With one word . . . Huge . . . He's packing a good 7 inches long and HE IS THICK . It slightly bends down .

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

Zlatan has an extremely high sex drive . He doesn't even know where it comes from . Ofcourse from you .

Z = Zzz ( How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards ? )

He always waits for you to fall asleep first so he can look at your features and hold you . After that he can peacefully fall asleep with you in his arms .

Tags : @unimportantbabymilksharkte