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i came back from an accident mfs and here i see a buncha aouad requests in my inbox 🥴

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I'm not looking to start shit so I'm not linking it or anything, but you may have seen a recent anti-dark-content post circulating with a lot of notes making rounds in the x reader sphere and while I have nothing against people posting their feelings in their own private spaces, every time I see these kinds of posts there's a lot of misinformation that gets regurgitated in the reblogs/replies and I saw what looked like a battlezone in the replies, so.

I know posts like that can be very jarring and affects people like my readers, so to combat misinformation/shaming for anyone who saw it, I'm going to share some of my information on combatting fandom puritanism/misogyny/kinkshaming in its most common forms.

The most important fact, if you read nothing else, is this:

Most women have rape fantasies.

62% to be exact. I think the most pervasive myth on this content is that consumers are "weird" for it, when the numbers don't indicate that. You're in the majority!

The vast majority of people who have rape fantasies do not put them into practice in real life. A variety of factors can determine whether or not they do, particularly specific psychiatric disorders. (X)

To specifically address common harmful and pervasive myths:

the "go to therapy!" line

Generally any academic or professional resource will immediately tell you that consuming and engaging in "dark" fantasies is accepted and encouraged by mainstream psychiatry and part of the professional education for psychiatrists. (This also used to be pretty well-known until like the last 5 years or so, not sure why that changed.)

Here are some particularly insightful resources:

1) This article by Dr. David Wahl, in my opinion, hands-down does the best job of simply and thoroughly explaining why these fantasies occur and why couples practice CNC, as well as the fact that they are both harmless, psychologically beneficial to those with them, and not at all correlated to real-life rape.

2) Dr. Claudia Six has some of the best and most thorough material out there on the subject, specifically explaining why this is taught in mainstream academia psychology and how it is incredibly helpful to rape victims (X).

3) Lisa Diamond is a professional who focuses on this subject a lot, and was featured in the documentary "The Dilemma of Desire," in which she specifically focuses on how these fantasies are not correlated to real-life desires. (X)

4) Dr. Casey Lyle has specifically talked a lot on his socials about how fantasies, even in men/the perspective of the offender, do not correlate to actual risk of offending.

5) This article is not by a professional, but from the perspective of a survivor discussing how it is beneficial to survivors.

the "why would you want that?" line

The idea that fictional tastes = what you want to happen to you in real life is actually of misogynistic origin. I don't want to seek out or add links on this one, but if you're really curious, you can research about how the idea that "women read rape fiction, that means they secretly want rape!" was originally a classic "red pill"/MGTOW/4chan talking point that made its way into mainstream dialogue and thus the public mind in the last 15 years or so due to the incel epidemic popularizing those communities.

the "it's only valid for survivors then!" line

On one hand, yes it's very important to acknowledge that trauma victims use it to cope, however I feel that over-emphasizing that gives the impression that non-victims should be excluded from consumption of dark content, so to clarify, it's a very valid means for all women. Many women who have not personally experienced rape still fantasize about it, and that's fine.

The full explanation as to why this is true for many of them would be lengthy (and addressed in the aforementioned Dilemma of Desire documentary), but in the simplest terms, nonconsensual sex is the only context in which patriarchal society permits women to have sex at all without feeling guilt. For many women, particularly those in more heavily misogynistic or religious cultures, these fantasies are appealing because the idea of consensual sex may give them feelings of shame, guilt, "sin," etc. These fantasies allow them to experience the feeling of being desired without guilt of participation.

No society on earth is free of the psychological grip that cultural misogyny has on women, and shaming women for adapting to the conditions they are forced to exist under is as harmful as the misogyny that causes it itself.

ALL women experience a form of psychological trauma inherent to female childhood and female adolescence in a patriarchal world, and that is just as valid as coping with individual traumatic events.

Good resources on the subject of why women have these fantasies and how they are helpful in general:

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The "what you consume will make you do it in real life!" myth

Although the resources above already address this, it's important to establish why this myth is so prevalent and what its origins are.

The idea that consuming media with dark themes leads to or indicates desires to replicate those acts is a residual element of two major events:

1) Puritan revival culture, popularized in the US and UK in the 90s and 2000s (also known as "Satanic Panic"). A major facet of this movement was TV megachurch preachers making money off of exploiting well-meaning but paranoid parents into believing that your child playing Dungeons and Dragons or Pokemon would make them future serial killers and lure them into satanic cults. (X)

2) at the tail end of this, it was cemented in the public mind as a cultural ripple aftershock of the Columbine shooting, where this sentiment became popularized as the general public blamed violent video games like Doom and "dark" music like Marilyn Manson (whose life was temporarily completely upended by the events and took him years to recover/be safe from) for the 1999 shooting. This event had MASSIVE permanent and global effects in all sorts of ways that the public often underestimates the sheer scope of, notably that it solidified, prolonged, and, in the minds of many, "proved" the paranoias of the preexisting Satanic Panic. (X)

What this myth ignores in the cases it references (the slenderman stabbings, columbine, sasebo slashing, batman shooting, etc) is two crucial facts: that hundreds of millions of people consume the same media with no negative effects (helpful effects even), and that in every single case cited as "evidence" to the claim, the perpetrator had a preexisting psychiatric condition correlated to acts of violence (which usually went ignored, downplayed and even accelerated/worsened by those around them rather than the help they needed).

Sorry for the wall of text, but I feel an ethical obligation to combat this kind of misinformation, and I hope these resources are helpful for those who may be negatively affected by common misunderstandings.

You are not abnormal or wrong for the fictional content you consume or the fantasies you have!

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Could I request a gyeong su x male reader?

Basically a enemies to lovers, where m!reader stops Lee Na-yeon from infecting him?

So, like it's pretty well known gyeong-su and m!reader dislike each other, they argue almost every day, and maybe m!reader is dating Na-yeon(he secretly finds her a bit annoying), no he doesn't call him a welfie

So what if when she's about to infect him, he barges in their, and grabs her arm or sm.

For his personality I'm thinking he can be rude as fuck but nice to people he likes? He's also kinda a popular pretty boy

ngl this was vv specific so i struggled lol but that was a fun challenge, lemme know if I missed anything

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resident evil — carlos oliviera “ganache”

contents : smut, cringe

a/n: i should rewatch death island or maybe do my reviewers for the semester examination but nooo i am writing filth, HEAVENS

The sun shines and glisten against the ocean, sending waves of glittering stars that can send each eyes enamoured, glued to the scene that sends hearts thumping at the beauty of it.

Perhaps that's how enraptured your eyes were, his arms circling around your midsection as he breathes near the crook of your neck. "Pretty?" The warmth of his breath made your body shivers in delight—there is always something about him.

Maybe that's why he always have you dancing on the palm of his hands.

"Yeah?" You breathes out, own hands sliding to caress his arms that's enveloped around you and it's rather cold, cold for someone who looks like a burning flame. "You look focused." Carlos kissed the lobe of your ear, his voice low and guttural—it is the early morning after all.

"Because.." Your voice seems to be stuck inside your own throat, a lump of saliva forming as you felt your heart rate rise and jump. "Because it's..." Even when you repeated it, no words could complete it.

"Are you not cold, amoré?"

"Not when you're here, no." You answer, curt and soft, palm coming up to touch his cheek, the pads of your fingers lightly grazing his skin.

"I can still offer more than just company." Carlos insinuate, shifting his head to face your palm so he's able to tease and lightly bite the tip of your fingers.

"..And that is?" He could feel you getting flustered, yet not pushing him away. The way your body quiver before his affection was evident that he can't help but deepen the connection that continues to bloom inbetween.

Carlos grabbed of jaw jaw, his hold firm yet gentle, you are someone so precious that should be held tenderly, someone who may slip anytime if he ever looked away—so he angles your head towards him, her neck arching and exposing the spot that he had savoured the other night. "Warm you up." He murmurs near your lips but not kissing, merely grazing.

For someone who looks like a burning flame, his gaze upon you grounds you down like an ice creeping into the earth, keeping itself intact within.

Despite the pleasant breeze of the ocean waves, the golden touch of the sun on your skin, bathing them in colours—it was far too warm.

The tension, undeniable.

The lust, unbearable.

Time felt like a skip, and soon, hands were against each other. Carlos took the lead, dancing you in every touch, his hands mapping your curves and beauty, leaving no spot unblemished by his warmth.

Beautiful.

His hands grope and squeeze each exposed skin before him, tongue in tangles and the rhythm is a melody that replays everytime that your heart mingles and intertwines.

There's a pull, his own body moving unconsciously—he had done this before, loved.

But not once did it felt this fulfilling that he wants more. The type where his contentment is never filled no matter what, he lays you down on one of the benches, tenderly laying you down.

"Open." One simple command from him has you in a chokehold, thighs parting for him and allowing his wandering hand to press on your stomach—down, down, down.

He smiled against the kiss, this is what 'complete' should feel like, Carlos thought to himself.

Robe was becoming undone, revealing the figure he had come to adore and memorize—he knew that body like the back of his hand.

"If I pressed here.." He started, his fingers hovering on the place that he knows always send you spiraling in a deep abyss where stars always line up your vision like an illusion. "Do you want that, amoré?"

Quivering lip, expectant eyes and eager body says it all.

He dived in like a koi in a fall, determine upon seeing the face his lover makes. How could he not? When your eyes are begging for him like that. Carlosbsmiled sweetly, giving in and pressing a chaste kiss on your jaw. "As you demand, mi amor."

His fingers slipped inside your clothes, reaching for the spot that never fails to make your legs shake and how your breath hitch.

Bingo.

"Be a good girl and open wider." Carlos instructs, lapping the expanse of your neck as he breathe in your scent, his ring and middle fingers circling around the bud of nerves to build up your arousal.

The noise that's coming out of your lips are melodic and addictive, he can't get enough. Eager fingers continues to tease, coating it with the clear fluids of your lust.

"Car- Carlos.." Voice breaking when he pokes one finger teasingly inside, never giving but still serving.

"Tell me what you want," He whispers, kissing the place where your ear and jaw meets. "You have a voice, do you not?"

"Please."

"Please what?"

He waits, continuing his light ministrations. "Please touch me." Your words were his command, he slipped one in, the sudden intrusion after a few moments of teasing made you moan softly, hand forming into a fist as you finds purchase on his shoulder.

One.

Two.

Three.

The sweet schlick schlick schlick is extremely erotic—he watch as your face contort into one of pleasure. The same face that beams in pride and tender love whenever looking at him is now underneath him and asking to be devoured.

"Hnghh.." Despite the discomfort, it wasn't long before it turned into one of pleasures.

His palm thrusts slowly and achingly yet the drive hits all the way deep and full. Your essence dripping down and painting his own hand.

Even with the way the skin of his fingers wrinkles, he doesn't stop. Carlos laughs softly through his nose, finding it amusing how he finds you so..

So beautiful that his thoughts always end up on you.

"Only one, then I'll give it to you." He tells you, his body sliding downwards more and more, he can feel your eyes on him like a hawk on a prey but you were the vulnerable one in such position.

Slowly and agonizingly, he grabbed a hold of your hand, leading it to the lace underwear that he had bought you back when you went shopping. Passion red and midnight black—a colour that suits you very well.

The cloth hangs from one of your ankles, not fully off, both were too focused on each other to give attention to the now lonely lace.

His breath fanning your crotch, just like last time. Heavens, you are addictive and he can't help himself but lap a few.

"A-anhh..! Wait- that's dirty-!"

But you could not stop him, not with his strength and the way his other hand seizes your wrists. "Lucky for you, I like mine the way yours is." Were his only words before he licked a stripe of you.

"Carl-" Fight is futile when his tongue slips to give what you want. What you need. Just a few more and that bundle of nerves awaiting to pop will be-

"Though I adore this, how about doing something new?"

He didn't allow for it, retreating when your legs were shaking far too much, how your stomach caves in and back arches from the bench. Even when your eyes were already rolling back, Carlos did not gave her mercy.

"New..?" You stammer in reply.

Parting from you, albeit hesitantly, Carlos cleans off the excess dribble of your existence on his fingers, eyes locked with you to make sure that you're watching before sending that smug grin of his that always sends your heart in a flutter.

He approaches the mini refrigerator placed on the deck, opening it and revealing the mystery that interrupted the little pleasure.

It was a bowl of chocolate ganache—a leftover of the cake that you'd baked yesterday.

But you were anything but deprived of that sweet release that he cruelly took with him. "Yeah." Carlos moved in between your parted thighs, returning to his previous position with the bowl as his company.

"Like this." The spread of the ganache left the ocean back, each light that glistens were swallowed whole with delight as it falls down on your skin. Cold and sweet.

Your lips part in surprise, cheeks puffing in colour as you watch Carlos reach to spread it in even further on your body, clothes already disrobed. His thumb flicker on your areola, rubbing light circles against it before swiping a thumb from the ganache, nipples pert and aroused due to his continuous abuse of your lust.

"I'm sure, it'll be as delectable as it seems."

His lips encircle your bud, suckling like a baby but more—his teeth gritting and pinching the pert bud lightly. It's sweet. He likes sweets, he likes you. It's a win-win situation.

Tongue replaces hands, now they wander in search to emit that same delectable sound that you always release upon finding your sweet spot. But oh, he knows you too well at this point on that he intentionally avoids them, savouring the ganache that he laps up.

Fleeting eyes watch your face contort into priceless look of pleasures, the valley of your breasts rises and falls as you breathe in deep whenever he'd come close to your erogenous zones.

How cute.

Scoffing in his mind, he made up his mind to go give her the mercy she deserves. His eyes crinkling at the thought. Breathing her in like air—Carlos sucks at the same place as before. Not a part was left, each expanse was given attention, kissed, caressed, tasted and loved.

Perhaps it's the way your nails licked a stipe of red on his back, digging firmly to grab a hold of any skin to ground yourself. Narrowed eyes gazing delightfully, and if he seek even further he'd be dared to see the hearts that have formed in your eyes.

Despite the proximity and clearness, Carlos could watch the show for goodness knows how long as he devour every part of you, leaving you no choice but to squirm and moan. An arm guards your midriff, inabling you to escape from his grasp.

"Wait! Wait- hahh.."

He could tell how you're reaching new heights, desperately grabbing a hold of that thin line to keep yourself sane from the onslaught abuse on your pussy—how your head is thrown back, hips gyrating mindlessly and legs thrashing over his shoulder.

Such delicious sight all his to see.

His hips buckled against one of your thighs, the scene is far too tempting that Carlos may not be able to hold him self any longer.

"Hnghh..! C-Carlos..!"

And came that melody that he have come to cherished. Carlos lapped the excess, lower face drenched of your juices and essence like a starved man who just ate something edible for the first time.

"Heh, tired already?" He chuckled, nearing your face as he studies you. The sweat dripping and tracing off of your skin to mark a line. "Too bad, we've just started."

Tugging his trunks off along with his boxers, your hands reached to grab his wrist, halting his movements momentarily. "Let.. let me.." You breathily offers, even with how out of breath you are, it's cute how his sweet little girl wants to return the favour as well.

Too bad that his patience has been tested over and over because of you.

Carlos leaned forward, pecking your lips and yours follows when he part, wanting more of him. Like how much he does to you. "No. My patience has already been tested. I'm getting more hungry, amoré."

With quick and agile movements, He secured her wrists and led it to the expanse of his back, wide and scarred of battle. "Hold tight." Carlos whispers, lining himself up to your entrance.

Despite the prep works from earlier, you were still tight—or perhaps because he was just simply bigger than average. A small pop! echoes as soon as he was able to enter.

Carlos could feel every bumps and ridges when he had sheathe himself inside, the pulse alike to heartbeat as he grunts beside your ears. A slow and sensual sight is displayed before him.

In. Out.

In. Out.

The way a small buldge forms at every thrust sets the flame alight like embers and he find myself increasing the rhythm of the dance that you both do.

Hand lifting your hips for better purchase as he continue to give you what you desire. "Anh..! Anh, hahh.. It feels good." You call, even with your own voice breaking from the ministrations.

"Yeah? Taking me so well like a.. nn.. good girl." The pleasure is unbearable that he finds himself chasing it, he hissed, biting your sweet spot as you rake your nails on his back, he's sure that there's a lot of marks already. The sting is a welcome feeling, a sign of you claiming him as your own.

"Please, please, please..!"

The bruising on your hips turning shades of red is a claim similar to yours on his back, bicep flexing as he feel the heaviness inside him become more full.

This tango takes two to be done.

Ringk! Ringk! The scaffolding chair creaks from the pressure, you're already pressed on the cushions of it, body thrash against his and he helped guide your thighs to lock on his hips.

"It feels funny-!"

"It's supposed to feel funny."

Pert nipples touching and grazing upon his chest, the delicious sway is, incomplete and sloppy.

"Ahn..!"

And came your tandem being broken as a strangled cry left your lips which he swallowed whole. Hips stilling as he pour his own inside, painting the walls white.

The two of you stayed in position for a while, the whole time felt like time was nothing but a simple motion, the warm sun rays hitting lightly against your skin, face illuminated by the golden glow.

"You fine, amoré?" And you nod, still breathing deeply, your hold loose against his body.

"You done well." Even the simple words makes your body shiver, he nuzzles his nose to the crook of your neck and shoulder, pressing and peppering sweet and light kisses.

After a few more affectionate and soft kisses, you reach to cup his cheeks, prepping yourself to kiss your lover.

"Heh, haven't gotten enough?"

"You're so cheeky." You replied, hitting him weakly on the shoulders. "I'll have to clean you up." he followed, beginning to part from your embrace before you pulled him back, even with how weak you already are from the done-doing, you still found the energy to pull him into your arms again.

"Not yet.!" You complained, brows furrowed in displeasure.

"Not yet?"

"Yeah.. I'm cold again.."

Carlos laughs, obligating to your request, "How needy." Yet he didn't part ways.

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all of us are dead — han gyeong-su “collide"

contents : angst, pining, unrequited love

a/n: it's been a year since i watched aouad this is rusty lol also, i tweaked a few to match the vibes hope you don't mind.

You've always seen him. Prancing around in that childish display like a toddler who has no knowledge of the world yet. How insufferable.

Gyeong-su, who would always have the wide wolfish grin on his face as he claps everyone along the way, sending "positivity" and laughter whenever he passes by.

Gyeong-su, who would always show his heart on his sleeves. A guy who cannot lie so easily due to his fiery temper and short fused personality.

He's a real pain in the fucking ass.

"Out of my way." Your shoulders bump into Gyeong-su, the room is too small and sharing it with him makes it all the more annoying. Na-yeon obediently follows, clinging on your arm—she always does, like a helpless duckling always needing your constant affection.

You notice how her eyes pierce and narrow in disgust at the sight of the boy alone. She has always developed a sense of superiority complex over Gyeong-su, you could care less about it.

What's nagging the back of your mind is how even with the harsh and constant back and forth between you and him, that stupid 'adrenaline' that sends your blood pumping never goes away.

Na-yeon lifts her chin, nose high as she flips a lock of her hair behind, "I can't believe we are sharing a room with a welfie." She tugs on your uniform's sleeve, delicate hands holding your arm gently.

"This is beyond awful." She murmurs, eyeing the other boy whose face is put in a scowl as he eyes the two of you, the burn in his gaze is full of hate.

You let her talk, ever since you've dated Na-yeon, she's always been a rather opinionated girl who sticks deeply to her ideals and that much is admirable no matter how much hate she always seems to get.

"The hell is wrong with you two?" His friends held his arms back, teeth gritting as they tried to shut him up to not worsen the fight.

After all, you and him have created quite the reputation—both infamous for your constant rivalry towards each other.

Na-yeon cringes at his uncouth attitude, gesturing at the boy, "with how he's acting right now, it's no difference to those flesh eating creatures." She hissed, flinching when Gyeong-su turned to glare straight at her.

Apocalypse or not, things do not change.

You find your own thoughts wander in the carnage of chaos that surrounds you.

Which monster would prevail, do you wonder?

"Tch. Always up on your high horse, are you looking down at me?" He's always quick to assume things, Gyeong-su has a tight grip on the lapels of your collar with his knuckles turning white by the passing seconds.

Students were intrigued as they watch it all happen on the school grounds.

You sneered at him, a rough look replacing your usual features. "Hah, were your wits taken when you weren't looking?" Gyeong-su pulls you towards him, the proximity is so close that your foreheads touch against each other.

It could've been something romantic if not for the tension between the two of you, glares and snares sent between each other. The fight that accumulates in between is loss in the chitter chatter of the pesky nosy students that's gathered.

"Why you—!"

He's always quick to anger indeed. Pulling his head back only to slam it against yours. The tension breaking only to worsen as a fight broke out causing the horde of students watching you to cheer and whip their devices out.

"Who are you calling an idiot, you arrogant bastard!" He swipes another punch, "I'm even surprised that you know I was calling out your IQ!"

You don't know what fueled this fight in the first place, now it's a hit or be hit situation that you find yourself in. You parry only to punch him, retaliating.

Fuck.

Your head hurts and you felt like your brain shook inside your skull at his headbutt. This crazy guy drives you mad.

Gyeong-su manages to push you down, the back of your head hitting the ground as you wince, your own hands pulling him down. If you will be taken down, you'll make sure he'll suffer the same too.

Fist fly and whacks echo the place as the two of you continue to fight.

And somehow, you find yourself in the same situation as the first, but now, your own hands are gripping his collar too. "Fucking hell.." Gyeong-su curses, panting heavily as he struggles to stand up due to your hold on his clothes.

His leg slipping in exhaustion as he slips on top of you—"Fuck-!" The both of you swore at the same time, eyes wide when you felt something soft brush against your own lips.

This guy drives you mad.

"Oi! Y/n!" They attempt to stop you from entering the recording room—Na-yeon and Gyeong-su were supposed to break up the fight and for her to apologize.

The Na-yeon you know rarely yield over things like apology.

Too stubborn.

Too..

Maybe it's the realization that you have because of your observations, the way she was adamant on taking him out of the group was normal due to her dislike, but when she has swiped something off—the handkerchief that she'd always cherish and never use was whipped out.

A gift you had given her.

Shit.

Your hands open the door in a flurry, harshly grabbing your girlfriend's wrist as you face her, eyes mad and in disbelief over the course of action she decided to take.

"What the fuck Na-yeon?!" Your voice rises as you snatched the handkerchief from her hands in a fury.

The girl flinches, arm outstretched as she stares at you in fear at the strength you emit over her delicate wrist. "Y/n.." Was all the left her lips. "What are you doing?!"

"Wiping that blood off of the mop— do you plan to kill him?!"

Everyone stares in wariness and disbelief, eyes wide like saucers. Gyeong-su stepped forward with a look of caution. "..What do you mean.?" He hesitantly asked.

And perhaps it was the heart in you that cannot betray your girlfriend no matter—even with how cruel one is, someone loved them until the bitter end. Atleast that's what you try to tell yourself as you gaze upon Na-yeon who looks at you with eyes that can break your own heart.

Gaze of a desperate.

And with a crushed look, she snatches her wrist from you. "You.. I thought you're on my side."

You couldn't hear anything, a buzzing and ear deafening noise films itself inside your mind that you couldn't even comprehend why you did just that, morality? Kindness? Pity? You didn't notice when she exits the room, her cries hidden amongst the ringing in your mind.

Did you do the right thing?

You did, right?

Even if she cries.

Even if your heart breaks hearing that.

Sure she's annoying but the girl was once whom you held dear in your heart.

Am I wavering..?

"Hey-!"

You snapped out of your thoughts, eyes focusing on his that holds you grounded. Gyeong-su holds you down to reality, his hands cupping your cheeks to hold your gaze.

It looks soft, concern for you and there's something more..

The rough pad of his fingertips brushes on your skin and his face, scarred and worried looks at you—like someone important enough to be worried about.

"Hey! You okay? Snap out of it, damn it!"

There's a slight sharp pain on your cheeks though...

"Did you just slap me?"

"How else would you wake up?!" His tone was somewhat offended, and by instinct, which is the rivalry between the two of you, you took a hold of his collar. Somehow it was a big harsh therefore pushing the two of you to the ground with a soft thud.

His limbs entangled with yours as the two of you stare wide eyed with each other.

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum.

Who's heartbeat is it that's beating wildly?

"Wha-"

"Fuck!"

You pushed him down the floor, clicking your tongue as you drag a hand over your face. "Don't say a word about it!"

The door slammed shut, leaving him all alone in the recording room once again, this time, in a wild and uncomfortable tension inside him.

Gyeong-su looks at the door you exited, the image of you walking out in his mind and he could've swore he saw a faint trace of redness in your face—or maybe not, but that doesn't explain the synchrony of hearts beating with each other like a perfect melody.

".. or was that mine..?"

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i am still in fact writing, it's just unexpectedly that there's an event and i was appointed the leader of said event. I'll post multitude as soon as done since it'll be semester break.

requests on aouad are now on hold, all are open except said show since there's a bunch. thank you.

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officially closing aouad rqst box since there's a lot and I'm still attempting to catch my writing back! the other fandoms are open though

i just think it's fun to look at fic rqst like i am window shopping like dang what do i buy first 🙌

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Is there a request you're writing rn, if there is what is it about? ^^ if not what request are you writing next?

I am attempting to accomplish a few requests in my drafts, the most i am finished is an aouad one. I do plan to flesh out the resident evils one next after i finish all requests

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RESIDENT EVIL

imagines :

ada wong

carlos oliveira

“ganache” ( smut, cringe ) : you and him in a boat where love and lust sail to the seas. —f.r

chris redfield

leon s kennedy

luis serra

maria

jill valentine

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i just think it's fun to look at fic rqst like i am window shopping like dang what do i buy first 🙌

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all of us are dead — jang woo-jin “barriers”

contents : cringe, cliché(?)

a/n: requested by, anon [ hello can i req a jealous jang woojin x reader 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 ty ] HAH THIS HAS BEEN IN THE DRAFTS I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG LOL

“Hey. Who was that?”

He tries to act cool, walking beside you as he looks at the direction of the guy who tried to act familiar with you—his words, not mine. Eyeing the boy like a predator despite him already walking away.

You scoffed, brushing off his arms that lays on your shoulder with a teasing tone, “and why do you care?”

“I asked first.”

“And I asked second.”

“I'm still first.” There is a cheeky grin on his face but it didn't reached his eyes, a hurtful look then flickered for a minute before they disappear like a flicker of a light. Woo-jin took a step forward with a smug grin present on his face that makes you have the drive to somehow—crush that smirk off.

Raising a brow at his somewhat interest, you answered with a huff. “It was just someone from the other class.”

“Why did he approached you then?” Woo-jin bites back the words that should've followed, watching as you blinked at him owlishly, what does he want with you? surely he didn't confessed, right? He sees you cross your arms over your chest, cocking your head to the side with a slight grin.

Oh no-

“He just asked for my helped for the upcoming class collaboration.”

Oh.

Woo-jin blinked.

He felt so stupid assuming things but how can he help it? You're likeable—especially in his eyes so how can he not like you? Woo-jin blinks, staring at the place that the boy went out before glancing back at you. There's something soft with how his smile turned softer.

It is unlike the ones he would shoot you, that boyish grin of his that looks stupid.

Now he looks more stupid.

And yet, that made your heart skip a beat at the sight only for you to internally beat yourself up for thinking such things.

"Why.. why the hell do you look relieved?" Came out of your mouth, straightforward and blunt, a tone of confusion seeping in as you can't help but think. Why?

Woo-jin spluttered a cough at your words, hitting his chest in repeat as he choked in his own spit. "M-me?! Relieved?" His eyes were blown wide akin to saucers.

"It's not that..!" He defended himself, "I was just wondering if you're really that reliable for him to pick you to help him." And like a child, he took out his tongue while pulling his eyelid which is a kid's universal sign of disrespect.

"Why you!" You gasped at his childish behavior, reaching to pinch him only for his swift lithe hands to capture your own.

"Nuh-uh!" "Oi, let go! You stupid—"

"Who are you calling stupid?" He retorts, taking both of your wrists as he dodges your pinches. "You! You son of a—!" When you couldn't hit him, you settled for hitting him by the shin with your feet, raising it to kick him playfully.

There's laughter all around as the two of you pick on each other, a usual occurrence in your friendship that the both of you had come and learnt to love and do. The playful quarrel and mischievous shenanigans that the both of you act.

It's pleasant.

But why does his eyes twinkle so much with affection as he looks at you, despite those boyish grin of his, the crinkles on his eyes softens every now and then.

Your foot hits his knee as he hissed, letting out a small pained cry as he crumbles to the ground like a kid deprived of cookies from the jar. "Gah!"

"Damn you hit me too hard.." He murmured, head bowed as he clutched his knee. You follow, frantic and panicking, his hold on one of your wrists still firm but tender. It's like he doesn't want to hurt you.

Hands not knowing what to do as you watch him, "It- Wait I didn't mean to do it that harsh!" You try to defend yourself, kneeling before him as you reach for his knee delicately, afraid that you'll hurt him further.

"Kidding!" Woo-jin exclaimed, craning his neck to look at you only to freeze.

The proximity is too close.

One move could make the two of you..

One.

His eyes that's trained on yours, unblinking, briefly glanced at your lips. You could see how his adam apple bob, like there is something stuck inside his throat. But you aren't fairing any better with how your whole body freeze.

Two.

"You.." his lips move, the voice barely audible if not for the closeness that you both share.

"Why won't you pull away..?" He whispers, still watching you.

The two of you were stuck in the moment, time seemingly freezing in place like how the two of you are focused towards each other. "Well, why aren't you..?" You turned his question back on him.

For there is no way that you'll be able to answer that. Not without spilling the thoughts you've always had inside your head. One that can ruin what the both of you share, this friendship that both of you are content with.

But is he truly?

Three.

He sighs through his nose, eyes still on you as his fingers that's holding you, twitch. "Because.."

Without warning, he gathers his thoughts and faces reality, taking the opportunity he was blessed with. Hand pulling you down to press your lips against his.

Soft.

Woo-jin's lips are chapped, yet the softness of it overwhelms you.

The way his other arm snakes to pull you by the back of your neck, the desperate feelings he has for you leaks from his actions.

Was this how kiss always felt? You don't know, but the chemistry doesn't fail.

And before you knew it, it was over.

"I don't want you being with him. Even if it's helping him." He murmurs, not pulling away completely. His forehead pressed against yours oh so sweetly. Beneath those eyes were intensity, the genuine and raw emotion came spilling out as soon as he built up his confidence.

"I don't like it."

Woo-jin.. just ruined the barriers that bounds you two as friends.

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ARE REQUESTS OPEN?😻

yes they are open!

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alice in borderland — ryohei arisu “apology"

contents : suggestive themes, smut

a/n: before the year 2023 ends, i am ending it with a bang

His hands always work like magic, thin yet calloused from the hours he always spent on playing are so gentle and hesitant whenever they'd touch you. Featherlight and soft like a gentle whisper.

You've known him as someone who is always beneath you, eager to please with his whole being. It's sweet really, appreciation and love always emits from you whenever you see him—it is simply his charm that's why you fell in love.

And yet, you know for a fact that he isn't a push over.

"Hmm.. like that.." Arisu hums, watching your reaction with that observant gaze that seemingly calculates and take into mind your every actions.

Rough and calloused fingers tremble a rhythm that only the both of you are familiar with—drawing that sweet and melodious sound that airs from the back of your throat as he pulls another chord of pleasure from within.

The slick shwop shwop fills the air between you two, his long fingers deep within and reaching the depths that you don't know you have. Aided by the smooth jell that now lays on the other side of the bed, Arisu faced no difficulty.

One.

Two.

"Think you can take another, angel?" He breathes from the crook of your neck, eyes watching as his fingers enter and exit. His voice is tender and patient but the way he fills you up so good is rather rough and fast.

His words are murmured on your skin, damp and sweaty because of him.

Please please please— you couldn't count how much you've come already, how many times he has taken from you.

Damn Arisu. Your thighs are parted, body arching from the mattress and mind blurred like a foggy night that you could see stars in your vision. For how long will he keep at it?

You couldn't even close your thighs shut because of his body in between and the way his arm is kept on your abdomen prevents you from escaping. "I think.. yeah.." He decides for you, pressing a sweet chaste kiss on your neck.

Three.

There is no space left for him. It's too much. You could feel the smile that breaks through his face against your skin. "It's too much?" He echoes—you have been too far gone to think that you said it aloud.

Purple, pink and red, you are like a canvas painted with melodies of colours and he is the artist responsible for it.

"After teasing me while I was playing.. this is an act of mercy." He whispers, lifting his head to kiss your cheek.

Arisu couldn't help it, the way you look so dazed and drunk under him, your fingers finding purchase into whatever you have in your arsenal—clenching on the sheets of his bed, it looks so lovable.

"Won't you say you're sorry?" His tone is so sweet, he's so kind that you would've never guessed how he can also be rough with you.

"Anh..!" Arisu. Arisu. Arisu, the name that falls from your lips repeatedly like a mantra. "Say you're sorry, angel." He repeats, curling those fingers to press against that spot that has your knees trembling and hips gyrating against his palm.

There's so much power and control that he has over you. You've been going on for seemingly an eternity that your carnal desires beg for him already.

You stutter as you felt your knot builds up, "P-please.. 'm sor- mhmm..!" But how could you continue when he dived in to lick your chest—warm and wet muscle hitting the pert bud.

There's a grin on his face now, smug and proud. "Go on." He encourages you, if you just look down, you'd see how desperate he is for you too.

Hips humping at the bed, there's a puddle of stain on his boxers that indicates how much he needs you. He couldn't help it, not when his pretty angel is all parted for him, like a present.

"I-mm .. 'm sorry..!"

Then the dam breaks once again for the nth time. Eyes hitting the back of your head as you part from the mattress but he holds you down with his arms as you squirm and chase that high that insistently pulls you.

Your sensitivity reaches its peak but those damn motions just won't stop. Arisu still continues to finger you through your high as high pitched moans fall from your lips.

Your head is thrown back, chest panting and legs turning numb as Arisu continues to hold you down. Eyeing how much you enjoyed yourself and how pretty you are.

"It's not enough, you need to be more sincere."

He brings you to a new height, allowing you to be able to feel more of him from the erotic position. He lifted one of your legs to his broad shoulder, pressing a light and chaste kiss on your ankle before taking out his fingers to grant you the mercy you deserve from the long time he has been inside and fiddling within your walls that has kept his lithe fingers warm and aching for more.

"Now then.." Arisu breathes, now eagerly pulling the band of his boxers down, "Let's try again."

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Wait so is the request box open?

While it technically isn't, i do take suggestions so i could get back on track (writing). If you do have some, feel free to send them in. 😙

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Do you still take requests

I do, but I cannot promise how quick it will be considering it is hectic on my part 😓

Idk how the ask even became like that lol

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alice in borderland — suguru niragi “eye candy”

contents : suggestive themes, smut

a/n : a small crumb while i am busy with life smh

“Stop looking at me like that.”

There's a frown plastered on his face, eyebrows scrunched as if he's looking at something absolutely disgusting yet the slight upward tug of his lips tells you otherwise.

“Like what?” You asked him, confused as to why he's looking at you the way he is.

Cuddling on the sofa of your apartment—a temporary home in this madness you call borderland, your limbs in a mess of tangle with his as you're sprawled atop of his body, his arm around you and the other behind his head.

Niragi was a constant wild child but moments like this makes you remember that even someone as wild as him needs normalcy in his life too—that at the end of the day, he is a human too.

His arm tightens around your figure for a brief moment before relaxing, the flex of his arm seems unintentional. “Acting like you don't know? Tsk.”

“I wouldn't know unless you tell me, Niragi.” It was amusing to watch his frown transform into a scowl, the evident shade of red, no matter how small, bright on his ears as he glare at you.

It is quite adorable, ever so tough and cocky bastard, Suguru Niragi who crawls from death every damn time is flustered underneath you. His bandages cannot even hide it.

Instead of responding right away though, his arm that was behind his head shifted to reach over your face, settling on your jaw as his stare is on level with yours—eyes steel and cold softening until his lips curved into a damn small grin.

“Like this.”

Rugged, rough, and dangerous is what everyone who would see him describes him.

Yet the way he places his kiss on your lips is tender, soft and gentle like he's afraid to taint you but his hand that's gripping your jaw is firm and commanding, telling you to stay still.

What was the look you were showing him? You could've asked and persisted but he swallows your every breath, the parting of your lips merely serving him an opportunity to kiss you further, deeper, more.

The arm that's around your body draws small scratches of patterns and shapes, a slow dance and kiss as he attempts to close the 'non existent' space between the two of you with the proximity you already share.

Hips slowly gyrating against yours in a slow motion, not to get you off, but to simply feel you and your warmth.

For someone as lust driven and hungry as he is, just being with you was enough.

“Shit, you're so..” He couldn't finish his words, no, with how your taste left him speechless and the way your eyes flutter like a butterfly kissing your lids slightly open to look at him as he parts from your lips got him fixated on you.

You drive him mad.

And he's already insane enough.

He dives right back in when he felt you take a breath, the sweet sweet air you breathe in being taken right away, teeth grazing your lower lip, biting it to ask for your permission yet never waiting enough before he pushes his way through.

Every curve, every nook, he explored it like he's an adventurer on a quest—call him one because you are his world he is willing yo conquer.

Suguru Niragi is both rough yet gentle, tough yet soft, it is only you who get to see his vulnerability. “It seems last night wasn't enough for ya', pretty?” He murmurs through the kiss, sending vibrations through mouth as a small chuckle escapes his lips, once again capturing yours.

“I'll make sure you won't look at anyone the same damn way you're looking at me now.” It wasn't just a mere statement, but his tone sends a promise.

If it was merely an innocent kiss before, now wasn't.

It's aching, the core tht burns inside you as he pushes you into the pillow. The soft velvety pillows muffling the noises that you fail to contain with how he is moving. “Oh.. mhm, Niragi.. ”

It's like you're in a trance that you can't break.

Your wrist bound behind your back as Niragi uses it to his advantage, moving faster as he holds onto you. “Ya' like that, darlin'?” He drawls next to your ear when he leans, pressing a small chaste kiss on your shoulder, it was sweet, loving—

Until it switches back to him absolutely ravaging you like a madman.

“mhmm.. hah, y-yeahh..”

His hips repeatedly hitting yours, abusing the spot that he knows will make you see stars, knowing every damn well of your body.

The curve of your back, arched beautifully and every noise that breaks from your throat gets him going. Your legs are shaking from the intensity yet always lifted for him to take.

Niragi let's go of your wrist to take a hold of your neck, wishing to see your expression, “now why are ya' holdin' back your moans?”

The squelch squelch squelch is a repetitive melody to the room, hand twisting your neck so he can see what look you are making.

“There you are..” You could hear the smirk from his tone, lilt and amused upon seeing your face. Almost mockingly teasing until his lips finds the side of your mouth, “no one is here but us, scream all you want.”

“Wanna hear my name from your lips.”

Fast, deep, rough, then turning slow—after a thrust, his body gyrates and you can't help but follow after his. The stimulation is addictive. “Hah... Fuck, it feels damn good.”

His hand traces your body, fingers following the curve of your spine and to your ass where he palms the globe of it, feeling every inch of you and watching how his dick goes in and out of you.

The length of him pushing into you until your body flinches at the heat of the passion, squirming against him. Both trying to get away and push into him, asking for more, you don't know.

Maybe it was due to the heat of the moment that there's droplets kissing your skin, his sweat from the lovemaking—from how he's fucking you full, but something tells you that it's so much more. Your eyes, barely open and conscious glances at him briefly, until you couldn't with how he makes you close it by hitting the spot that brings you to heaven and back.

“Wanna see you look at me, like- hah.. like how you did earlier.”

“H-how exactly?” You still ask, small little droplets continues to touch your bare skin—tears of his love, vulnerability..

“Like I'm yours.”

Trust.

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alice in borderland — imagine insecurities

a/n : not that they won't worship all of you but these are how they act if you have them

dark spots in your body? underarms, knees, inner thighs, even your buds? they're worshipping it all, not just because it is a part of you but they find it fascinating how the colors of your skin is different, like gradient in a form of a serene color, different shades of brown overlapping each other. pinches and pull at your skin, be it with their fingers or teeth—at some point on in your relationship, it became his habit to habitually pinch them. wordlessly telling you how much they dearly appreciate you.

arisu, kuina, tatta, chishiya, kyuma, kuzuryu

ohhh moles, as they likes to call it "beauty marks" they represent as stars in their eyes, counts them as their gaze travels, sometimes connecting them like how people does to freckles ( if you have one too ) their fingers maps and dance along your skin sending light and feather-ly touches. face focused and in awe as they do it. really likes this part of you, somehow, the sight of your marks is sorta therapeutic.

aguni, usagi, ann, kuina, enji, last boss, chota, lisa

stretch marks? they got you. to them, it's proof that you are real ( pre and post borderland ) and that you are with them, because they know, dreams cover up flaws and flaws exist in real time. worships them with kisses, maybe sensual, maybe innocent. may it be on your thighs, waist, or underarms. more often than not however, they leave their own marks on you far better than you can count over your stretches. it's that many.

niragi, hatter, kyuma, banda, maki, mira, kurube

and ofc, belly rolls—they love it. it makes them go feral. look, just imagine, thigh high, crop tops, hell even low waisted pants whilst your cute belly shows? oh they're ogling at it, respectfully <3

everyone ofc esp lisa