#looking at you akrasia

[alaraxia]

there’s no rule that says you can’t make your villain armor hot

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[eurosleaz]

@akrasias sent: ❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ (kill your ex husband sadie!!!) / prompt, accepting.

" -- murder is absolutely not an option, doriano. " her lips turn down into a frown, like something disappointed, before it pulls into something uncomfortable. sadie tucks dark hair behind her ear, a soft blink. " i mean, look at me. i couldn't-- i don't think i could kill anyone. i have the constitution of a marshmallow. " she's lying. slightly. still, she's uncomfortable with the idea of it. " i mean, if you want to, go ahead. i can't do it, though. "

[imsilay]

AKRASIA

NSFW! mdni +18

word count: 1.3k

art cr: @kinky-thirsty-reader

You let out a sigh as he continued to caress your knees with his big calloused hands. Drawing small circles or writing his name with his fingers, invisibly marking you as his. “Pay attention to me.” he mumbled for nth time. He just wanted your attention to be on him, constantly. The couch you were sitting was big enough for him to fit but he preferred to sit on his knees before you. “Bitte, Maus.” he pressed a kiss on your knee through the fabric of your long skirt. You couldn’t sit, eat, read, even breathe without him. He was ridiculously obsessed with you. You feel his big arms snake around your waist as you ignored his pleas. Now he was like a child trying to find comfort on their mother’s lap. His head buried into your lower abdomen and his arms tightly wrapped around your waist. It was the most comfortable place on earth for him.

As you continue your reading, his hand grabbed your wrist and put your small, soft hand on his head. You understood what he wanted and if it meant he was going to be quiet you’d gladly oblige him. Your fingers brushed on his hair. He let out a satisfied humm and held you tighter. Your presence was always comforting to him that he wouldn’t wear his mask around you. And that was why he was so obsessed with you. Whenever you weren’t around he became nervous and panicked. If he wasn’t deployed or away from you for any reason, he had to be on or in you. His massive frame was between your legs as he clung to your waist for dear life. As if he was afraid that you’d leave.

After you finished another chapter of your book he decided it was enough reading. “I’m better than this stupid book.” he mumbled and tossed your book to other couch before climbing on top of you. Was it possible that he was jealous of a book? Because when he threw it away he kissed you, it was like he was trying to prove it. “You’re so childish.” you rolled your eyes and tried to reach for your book. “Me? Do you really think i’m childish, Maus?” König raised an eyebrow and pinned your hands above your head. When he hovered over you like that he definitely wasn’t looking childish. “Yes.” you muttered and he could see how your pupils dilated. “Then let me prove you otherwise.” he looked intensely into your eyes and pinned your body down to couch with his weight. You could feel his toned chest against yours. The was his body rubbed against yours as he leaned in and kissed your jaw made you wet. “I love it when you challenge me, Maus. But in this… You can’t win.” you bit your tongue to not moan. One of his hands stayed cuffing your hands above your head, the other one tilted your chin up. “Don’t mistake my desperation for you with childishness. I can be really rough with you.” his big hand wrapped around your neck. “I’m capable of it.” he mumbled and squeezed your neck ever so slightly reminding how dangerous it was to mess with him. “But i just love you too much. I can’t bring myself to do it.” his thumb caressed your pulse. “Do you understand?” he mumbled and let his body weight sink you into couch. He got comfortable on top of you and put his head on your chest. He could hear how fast your heart was beating, it made him smile and press a kiss on your heart. You nodded and lay unmoving under him.

“Hug me.” he narrowed his eyes as you just lay there. He wanted to feel your loving touch on his body. “You’re heavy.” you tried to move into more comfortable position but he dug his fingers into your waist and held you down. “I know. And you love it, Maus. Did you really thought i wouldn’t notice how flustered you get when i’m all over you like this?” his head moved up until his lips reached your pulse feeling how fast it was. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him as well. “Happy?” you asked. He hummed in response and trapped your body tightly under his. His legs tangled with yours, his body covered yours and made you disappear beneath him. His stomach was against your crotch, you could feel his abs and it made your clit throb.

He noticed how you squirmed under him. Trying to squeeze your pretty thighs together but his massive frame was blocking it. “I bet you’re soaking now.” he chuckled lightly and tugged your skirt up to your waist. And fuck he was right. You absolutely loved when he reminded how big and strong he was. Your panties were so wet with your arousal, it covered his fingers when he touched it. He bend one of your knee for easy access to your dripping little cunt. “Mein Gott Maus…” he mumbled as his fingers teased your clad pussy. “So hübsch. Do you need something big inside to make you feel good, hmm?” he whispered and slid his hand into your panties. His palm toying with your clit as his fingers curled inside your tight walls. You whined and your back arched foward him. You wanted- no needed whatever he gave you. “Can you cum f’me?” he purred against your neck, his hot breath made your walls clenched around his thick, lengthy fingers. “You’re gonna cum on my fingers like the good girl you’re, right? ‘gonna make a mess f’me?” he cooed as his fingers pumped into you with an ungodly pace. His words made your little cunt pulse around his digits as you cum with a cry. “Braves Mädchen.” he purred and kissed your neck making you whine again. He chuckled lightly and pulled his fingers out. “I’m gonna need that.” he mumbled as he pocketed your panties, wet with your arousal and cum. For scientific purposes. -He was making a collection.- You were out of breath but he didn’t gave you time to collect yourself. “König what ar-“ he lapped at your sensitive slit. Licking it clean to make a mess again. “You’re so sweet.” he groaned and dive back into your pussy. Sloppily eating you out. You tried to squeeze your thighs around his head but his large palms held you spread open for him. “König, ple-please slow down.” you begged as he tongue-fucked your sopping hole. He shook his head and made you gasp with sensation. His nose rubbing your clit as his tongue devoured everything he could.

He was drinking from you like a starved animal. “Fuck-“ you gasped and grabbed his hair, yanking it to push his head away. He didn’t liked it. “If you don’t want me to eat you out ‘till you can’t cum, stop pushing me.” he growled and hold your both wrists with one of his hands. Your walls clenched around nothing when you saw him lick his lips and wipe your slick off his chin. “Be a good girl if you don’t want punishment.” his big, calloused hand landed a slap on your clit. And you swear you almost cum. The noise you made when he hit your clit left him speechless. “Mein Gott… Did you like it that much?” he mumbled as he licked his palm clean from your slick. “N-no.” you sobbed but it was clear how you did. “You don’t need to be shy, Maus~” he purred as he shoved his fingers into your little cunt. You mewled when he hit your sweet spot. You were already so sensitive and his fingers curled so deliciously in you. Suddenly he hit your clit again, harder this time. Your hips shuddered and you cum unannounced, hard. The mix of the pain of his slap and the pleasure of his fingers inside you made your head spin. His head immediately found its place between your legs and drank your sweet nectar. “All mine.” he growled and grabbed your hips, lifting your hips up and drawing you closer to his body so he could catch everything…

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[fictionalslvr]

SYNOPSIS: Leon is the most devoted young man you know, and what you always wanted, is to ruin him, turn him into a complete sinful mess.

PAIRING: Churchboy¡Leon x F!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.030k

WARNINGS: Religious themes! Suggestive and lewd. Corruption kink. Sub¡Leon. Delusional reader. Not p in v because it's all a reader's fantasy ect.

NOTES: Someone send help, I can't stop thinking about RE2 Leon.

AKRASIA:"(n.) Lack of self control."

Leon is a very devout young man. With his knees down on the cold floor, eyes turned to the ceiling and hands squeezed together, his soft voice carried a lot of prayers. It is possible to hear a faint breath escape from those pretty plump lips while he did that, showing how disposed he is to his religion. You had a very bad and twisted thought about him, how you would ruin him completely.

The soft prayers wouldn’t be the only thing slipping out from his lips, his baby azure eyes would be teary, carrying gentle tears that would slid down his cheek so gracefully, his eyes would be turned upwards as always, but this time, not to be face-to-face with his savior, and yes, to show him how sinful he would be in that moment. Those sick contemplations are rotten in your mind, in the most wrong place ever to be thinking about this, the damn church. Who would have thought that you, with that long white skirt, round big eyes that seemed so innocent, the pair of cute Mary Janes on your feet, along with adorable lacy socks, would be so perverted. Who would think that such a delightful girl as you, bashing your eyelashes to everyone, would be wanting to ruin an adorable boy as Leon.

Your thighs are squeezing against each other on the wood bench, you’re sure that you're a sinner dressed as the most faithful gorgeous girl in that place, surrounded by others sinners, after all, no one is fully innocent. Seeing Leon on your right side, he’s very focused on the priest's words, and you, poor you can’t stop your mind in fantasizing about that boy. His dirty blonde hair shines under the white ceiling chandelier, he has this adorable habit of biting his lips when focused, sometimes even poking his tongue slightly out of his lips, you just want him under you, crying and humming your name with that angelic voice of his. Your chest rose as your eyes are glued on his figure, he’s driving you crazy without even saying a word.

You’ve always wondered if Leon was still a virgin, judging by his devotions, you guessed he never even kissed anyone, and that only eats your mind alive. You wanted to be his first in everything, the one who achieved to make him sin with you, you wanted to see his face plastered with tears, his breathing hitching as the name of his God couldn’t save him from that guilty feeling rushing over his spine. Leon would feel bad for feeling so good, that guilty pleasure that drives him into a sobbing mess, whispering faintly “sorry, i-i’m so s-sorry!” in between whimpers. You would take good care of him, being slow and passionate to show there’s nothing wrong in that pleasure he’s feeling, but that wouldn’t help, he would be a melted butter into your hands, hiding his face on the crook of your neck as your naughty hands kept touching the tip of his rosy penis, that pleasure was too much, something new that he’s getting already attached to, they were right, it’s an addiction that erodes an human being. The vulnerability of his state, his nude figure, it’s all new, like he’s a newborn around the world, discovering what the world could offer him as good, but that had consequences.

He would always hear that “the good boys go to heaven”, so he followed that strictly. But hearing that escaping from your lips would play with his mind, that nickname was supposed to be a good thing, not to be used as filthy as you make it look like. And maybe this is what you wanted, to make him feel guilty, to doubt himself and his purpose, to make him a full sinner, dragging you into hell with him. Poor Leon, his mind is so religiously focused, that he’s scared he could go to hell after life, so he restrains himself in almost everything to be perfect in the religious eyes. That would only make your twisted mind want him even more.

You would give whatever it takes to see his round cheeks growing rosy in embarrassment, to watch his eyes shut tightly, scared to look into your eyes and see that lust flames on them, to hear his heartbeat increase as you only get closer to him, depositing a kiss on his cheek and that would make him rest his hands there, thinking about your actions and how he needs to reprimand you from your manners, but he simply can’t, because you cause him fright. No one would believe him if he said how the cute girl has been teasing him, showing a bit more of her cleavage by bending down in front of him to make his mind wander to all wrong sides. In your deepest fantasies, Leon would be addicted to the friction your hands caused him the last time, he would try to recreate that, head leaned down as he felt even guiltier than before, his own hands exploring his body that way for the first time.

Leon is your little tragedy, the piece of drama in your life that keeps you coming to the church, even to not listen to any of the words about it. A divine violence, you like to think that Leon is the actual demon from teasing you just from being himself. Sadly, you didn’t do any of those things, your mind likes to fantasize that, so maybe one day, you can actually send Leon over the edge.

You only noticed that your sweet fantasy is over when a soft voice calls you out, a big pair of blue eyes towards you, which you knew greatly who it was.

“Miss? Are you okay? The preaching is over for a few minutes now.” A smirk appeared in your lips, for the first time, you couldn’t contain yourself, you had to do something.

Throwing your self control away, you gathered courage to lift your body and look around, there’s no one else in the church. Seeing Leon, his eyebrows are frowned in worry, you’re ready to ruin that face of his.

[awriternamedart]

“Everyones waiting to see you again.”

Sampo paused.

“And I mean, everyone.”

Gepard didn't dare step forward, hesitant to even hold out his hand. As deeply as he wished to push forward, to hold on, he couldn't dare to move- he feared Sampo running more.

“Natasha still keeps your old apartment free.”

He dared to step forward.

“Seele never lets anyone touch her scythe.”

Sampo didn't move. Gepard took another step, and another.

“Hook learned to make the candies you used to give out. Serval still instinctively tries to call you when Mechanical Fever needs a fill in. Bronya remade all of your records and has kept them safe.” Every slow, careful, fearful step lingered in the quiet of Epsilon, accented with every sentence Gepard spoke.

Until they stood a pace apart, Sampo’s back still to him. For a moment, they just stood there, quiet, the only noise the faint wind and the distant bustling of the tavern.

“...why are you telling me all this?” Gepard perked up as Sampo spoke. He paused, the metal of the key strung around his neck pressing into his skin.

“..To tell you everyone misses you. Remembers you.” He reached up instinctively, holding the key between his fingers and glancing to it, to the scratched words on its surface before looking up again.

“..To convince you to come home.”

“...then what about you?”

Gepard couldn't hide the second of surprise on his face as Sampo slowly looked over his shoulder. His face was still shrouded in shadow, barely visible in the dark night.

...me?

The wind seemed to pick up around them, Sampo slowly turning to the side, eyes darting to the ground in front of him, to each side as the silence lingered, an uncomfortable stretch of time that seemed to seep with the night itself.

Maybe this was a mistake, Sampo thought, maybe he should just go, maybe-

“...Every week, I leave my window unlocked for you.” Sampo stilled. Gepard brought himself to look at his face, searching whatever he could see for something, anything. “Twice a week, I’d go to the undercity and run supply runs until the Fragmentum disappeared.”

“Every other day, I stop by that sandwich place you like.. and sometimes, I still go to that alcove, on the Goethe Hotel.” Sampo flinched in surprise as Gepards fingers brushed his cheek, the captain stopping in a second of fear. He didn't run, didnt fight it though, and after a few seconds, Gepard pushed his bangs away from his face, cupping his cheek and urging Sampo silently, please, look at me.

“...And every night, I..” He swallowed down the lump in his throat. “...every night, I see your face, in my dreams. Every night I’d think, hope, wish for just a chance to see you again.”

“So please..” Gepards voice cracked, “..come home.”

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Homes Hearth Beckons You Back - awriternamedart

imma just start posting snippets so prepare for that v

post akrasia btw

[praisethegabs]

AKRASIA

ID!Professor!Leon Kennedy x Student!F!Reader

euphoria masterlist

summary: you met him during a party, and it was a one night stand for both of you. (un)fortunately, it turns out he's your new college history professor, and neither of you expected that.

warnings: age gap, reader is in college and in mid 20s while Leon is in his 30s. NSFW content, delicate to rough sex, p in v, oral receiving (both), praise kink, degradation kink (eventually), use of pet names (bunny), vaginal fingering, masturbation, cum swallowing, dom!leon and sub!reader. leon is insecure af. oc named chloe as the reader's best friend.

word count: 5684k

a/n: this is a new mini series I'm writing since I had a hard time with creative blocking, and I'm taking this very slow just in case.

AKRASIA is the state of mind in which someone acts against their better judgment through weakness of will.

You sat in your cozy room in the apartment you shared with your best friend, Chloe. The pale evening light casts a warm glow over the mismatched posters adorning the walls. Your textbooks were spread out across your desk, a mountain of assignments awaiting your attention. But Chloe, your vivacious best friend, had other plans.

"Come on, my lovely pumpkin," Chloe pleaded, tossing a colorful scarf around your neck as she perched on your bed. "You can't spend another Thursday night buried in textbooks. It's the first college party of the semester, and you've been MIA for weeks!"

"Chloe, you know I have that history essay tomorrow morning. I can't afford to waste any more time." You sighed, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"But it's not just any party, it's Jake's party! He's practically begged me to convince you to go. And you know he's got a major crush on you." Chloe's bright green eyes twinkled with mischief as she leaned closer.

Your cheeks flushed at the mention of Jake, the charismatic guy from your history class. You had caught him stealing glances at you during lectures, but you were too wrapped up in your studies to think much of it. Besides, you already had your share of a "bad girl" period. Now, you need to finish your obligations.

"I don't know, Chloe," you hesitated, twirling a pencil between your fingers. "I feel so out of my element at those parties. I used to get drunk just for fun, but I don't do that anymore"

"Sis, that's what makes you unique. Besides, I promise you'll have fun. And who knows, maybe Jake will be your study partner for that history essay or whatever you need. It's a win-win!" Chloe chuckled, tousling her auburn curls.

You bit your lip, torn between your dedication to your academics and the allure of a night filled with laughter, music, and maybe even a spark of romance. You glanced at your textbooks, then back at Chloe's eager expression.

"Okay, Chloe. I'll go to the party. But only for a couple of hours, and you owe me a serious study session tomorrow." Finally, with a hesitant smile, you relented.

"Deal! Now, let's get you ready. You're going to look stunning, and I promise you won't regret this." Chloe's face lit up with triumph as she jumped off the bed.

As you both began raiding your closet for the perfect outfit, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with a touch of nervousness. Little did you know, this college party would mark the beginning of an unforgettable chapter in your life.

After a shower, you stood in front of the full-length mirror, twirling in your black cocktail dress. Your reflection grinned back at you, the dimples on your cheeks deepening as you admired your outfit. The cocktail dress that Chloe picked up for you, which she said it looks beautiful on you. She was perched on the edge of your bed, her perfectly curled auburn hair cascading over her shoulders.

"You look amazing, sweetie" Chloe gushed, adjusting her own outfit. "This party is going to be epic!"

"Thanks, Chloe. I can't believe you really convinced me to go to this college party." You laughed, the excitement bubbling within you.

Just then, your phone chimed with a familiar notification tone. You picked it up, your heart sinking as you saw the message. It was from Matthew, your ex-boyfriend. The name alone sent a shiver down your spine.

"What is it?" Chloe asked, her eyebrows furrowing with both concern and curiosity since you had a strange expression on your face.

"Hey, I know it's been a while, but can we talk? It's important." You sighed, your fingers trembling slightly as you read the message out loud.

"Oh no, not him again. What does he want now?" Chloe's expression shifted from excitement to concern, her voice sounding annoyed for a moment. She really hated your ex.

You chewed your lower lip, feeling torn between responding and ignoring the message. You hadn't spoken to Matthew since your messy breakup a few months ago. Your relationship had ended in bitter arguments and hurtful words.

"I don't know," you replied, your voice wavering. "Maybe it's something urgent. I should at least find out."

"Honey, I've been looking forward to this party for weeks, and I had a lot of trouble to convice you to join me. You can't let him ruin our night. Besides, he had his chance to talk when you needed it." Chloe shook her head, her green eyes filled with worry, and her face with evident disapproval. She really cared about you.

You sighed again. It was really difficult to put your past behind, especially after everything you had with Matthew.

"Look, you go first, and I'll meet you there." You glanced at Chloe, hoping she would give up and just leave you to take care of your ex-boyfriend on your terms.

"Do you promise?" Chloe asks, with those big green and puppy eyes, which she did every time she wanted something.

"Yep, I promise." You nod your head and smile when Chloe screams like a little girl, hugging you tight.

As you watch Chloe leave your shared apartment, your entire attention returns to your screen. You felt a wave of buried feelings returning slowly, leaving you with the hard choice in hands. You hesitated, your phone still in your hand. You knew Chloe was right, but curiosity gnawed at you.

"I'll just send a quick reply. Let him know I can't talk right now." You muttered to yourself, deciding what was best for you at the moment. You typed out a short message, your fingers tapping the screen rapidly. "Can't talk now, Matthew. At a party. We'll talk later."

But as soon as you hit send, your phone chimed again, this time with a call from Matthew. You watched the screen light up with his name and number. Your heart raced, torn between answering and turning it off.

Instantly, you pictured the image of Chloe in front of you and what she would say at this very moment. She would, of course, curse him a lot, and then, as your best friend, she would say something like, "Ignore it, honey. You made your choice. Let's not let him ruin our night"

And again, she was completely right.

As you entered the place, the pulsating beat of music washed over you, drowning out the noise of your own doubts. The college party was in full swing, with colorful lights flashing in time with the rhythm, creating a kaleidoscope of patterns on the walls.

You weaved your way through the crowd, your heart pounding with anticipation and a hint of anxiety. Your best friend, Chloe, had convinced you to attend, promising a night of unforgettable fun. Your eyes scanned the room, searching for Chloe's familiar face amidst the sea of strangers.

You finally spotted Chloe near the makeshift bar, holding two red plastic cups filled with a mysterious concoction. Chloe grinned when she saw you and waved you over. Chloe joined you, your tension slowly giving way to excitement.

"Oh, you made it!" Chloe shouted over the music, handing you a cup. "This is the famous 'party punch.' Drink up!"

You hesitated for a moment, then took a cautious sip. The sweet, fruity mixture danced on your taste buds, and you couldn't help but smile. Chloe always had a knack for finding the best drinks.

Feeling the alcohol mess with your mind and following the rhythm of the music, you two chatted and laughed as the night went on, your voices blending with the raucous sounds of the party. You watched as people swayed to the music, their bodies moving in sync with the beat. It was a wild and chaotic scene, but there was an undeniable energy that you couldn't resist.

"Come on, let's dance!" You grabbed Chloe's hand, leading your way to the crowd, letting your body follow the flow.

You swayed to the beat of the music, your body moving sensually with the rhythm as colorful lights flashed around you. The college party was in full swing, the pounding music reverberating through the entire place as students danced and mingled. You, feeling adventurous and carefree due to the alcohol in your organism, held a red plastic cup in one hand and scanned the crowd for someone intriguing. Your eyes settled on a tall, ruggedly handsome man who stood out from the rest of the college-aged crowd.

As you glanced around the people, your eyes met those of a striking man across the dance floor.

He was, obviously, a few years older than the typical partygoer, exuded an air of maturity that drew your attention. He leaned against the wall, his brown hair falling effortlessly over his forehead, and his piercing blue eyes scanning the room with a hint of amusement. He was an enigmatic figure who seemed to easely blend into the college scene while maintaining an air of mystery. For a moment, you thought he was too old to be there, but can you blame the man for wanting some fun? Despite the age, he was very handsome.

And his eyes were locked specifically on you.

Your eyes locked for a moment, and you felt a flush of warmth spread across your cheeks. You couldn't believe that this stranger was actually looking at you. A burst of self-confidence surged within you, urging you to take action.

You couldn't resist the urge to approach him, so you casually sauntered over, a playful smile curving your lips. You didn't let their age gap deter you; after all, age was just a number, right?

With the music pulsing through your ears, you decided to seize the opportunity. Hopefully, you could put the blame on alcohol and say you weren't thinking right — despite the fact that you weren't that drunk. You made your way through the crowd, not even seeing Chloe around, your heart pounding in your chest as you approached him. The closer you got, the more you noticed his rugged charm and the intensity in his piercing blue eyes.

"Hey there," you said, your voice carrying a hint of confidence as you leaned closer to be heard over the music. "You seem like you're in the wrong party. This crowd is usually reserved for broke college kids."

"Hey," he replied, his voice just loud enough to be heard. He then leaned in closer, his expression intrigued but slowly changing. Leon turned his attention to you, a bemused smile playing on his lips. "Well, maybe I'm just here for the youthful energy. It's refreshing."

You laughed, your eyes sparkling.

"Or maybe you're just trying to relive your college days." you said, taking another generous sip on your drink. At this point, you weren't caring about anything else.

"What makes you think I'm not still in college?" Leon raised an eyebrow, his expression teasing.

"Because I've been around here long enough to recognize someone who's seen a few more semesters than the rest of us." You chuckled between another sips, leaning even closer, your faces just inches apart.

"You're perceptive, aren't you?" Leon's lips curled into a grin, and he took a sip from his own cup.

"I have my moments. So, Mr. Mysterious, what brings you to our humble party tonight?" You nodded, your flirtatious energy in full swing. At this point, you were regretting your decision to stop with alcohol because you could never talk to a man like him the way you were doing.

"Well, I heard there was someone here I couldn't resist meeting. Looks like I found her." Leon's eyes held a glint of intrigue as he leaned in slightly.

Your heart skipped a beat at his response, your flirtatious banter taking an unexpectedly genuine turn.

"You're quite the charmer, aren't you?" You asked him, feeling a sudden heat rush over your body like a wave.

"Only when I'm talking to someone as captivating as you." Leon leaned in a bit closer, his breath warm against your ear.

After a few more drinks and flirts, you decided to ask what was eating you inside. Of course, in the next morning, you wouldn't remember anything, and you could live without regrets. Chloe was having fun with a bunch of friends, so why couldn't you just do the same? You were so horny at this moment that you were willing to have fun.

"So, it was my impression, or were you practically eating me while I was dancing?" You provoked him, drinking another sip from whatever Chloe said it was.

He almost spit his drink, completely shocked by your question. The old man looks at you with curiosity, but then, a slight smirk appears on his lips. Those beautiful blue eyes that never left yours made your body shiver, and that smile, well... that smile of him almost ripped yourself in two parts.

"How presumption of yours, huh?" He replied, still smiling, his lips meeting his glass again.

"It wasn't presumption, it was true," you said back, sounding cocky; you didn't care, and you had the balls to do so.

"Well, I might have done that. Who knows?" He says, his voice softly husky, almost low, like he did on purpose to provoke you.

"Well, lucky for you, I might have enjoyed that," you said, leaning closer to his ear, enough to whisper to him and enough to make him smile.

It was amazing what alcohol did to you. Honestly, you weren't this type of slutty horny girl, but let's face the truth; your ex-boyfriend was an asshole and the last time you had sex with someone with your age, it was a terrible experience. Maybe someone older could handle the job well? And besides, you both knew you wouldn't see each other again.

"You know, this party is fun, but I have a feeling the night could get even better." He leaned closer, his voice a soft murmur in your ear, and he seemed to think the same as you.

"Oh, really? And what do you have in mind?" You turned to him, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

Leon grinned, his confidence growing as your connection deepened.

"How about we leave this noisy place and head to my apartment? It's not far from here, and we can continue our conversation without shouting over the music." He suggests, and you had the certain he was thinking the same thing you were.

You hesitated for a moment, weighing your options. The party was completely wild at this point. Everyon, with no exceptions, seemed drunk enough, but the prospect of spending more time with this stranger and handsome man seemed far more appealing. Plus, there was an undeniable attraction that had been simmering between you two all night.

"You know what? I think that's a great idea. Lead the way." You replied with a playful smile and finally decided what you wanted.

Leon offered his hand, and you took it, allowing him to guide you through the lively crowd. You both made your way out of the crowded house and into the cool night air. The stars above shone brightly, and the distant sounds of the party slowly faded into the background.

As you two walked together, Leon couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. The decision to invite you to his place had been a bold one, but it seemed like the right choice. The night was filled with possibilities, and he was eager to explore where it would lead.

When you both reach his place, it's just a matter of seconds before he grabs you by your thighs, pinning up against the wall, kissing your neck desperately. Your hands meet his hair, holding so tight that between his kisses, he groans a little.

"God, you're so beautiful" he moans softly, leaving marks on your skin, to remember you that he was there.

"Stop talking, handsome" you said, now biting his earlobe, making him moan again. You were feeling something between your legs, and you couldn't tell if it was yours or his. "And just fuck me"

"That's what I intend to do" he whispers, still holding you by your thighs, leading you to his room, not caring about the mess he did along the way.

Your body falls graciously on his mattress, and he removes your black dress, throwing it somewhere inside his room. He removes his belt so quickly, like he really wanted this. You can see his cock inside his underpants, which makes you smile.

"Do you like the view, huh?" He provoked, sucking his fingers and making them touch your already wet pussy. "Is this all for me?"

"Shit" you moan louder when you feel his fingers circling around your pussy, tasting you. You sighed with pleasure, leaning back your head, biting your lower lip.

"Don't worry, we have all night" he whispers, his wet lips meeting your skin between kisses, making your body joint and shiver.

You feel him sucking and licking your left niple, his hand holding your other breast while his other hand was still circling slowly your clit. Your moans were so loud, so pornographic that you knew his neighbor would here your scandal. But God have mercy, he was very talented with his hands.

And then, without any warnings, you finally feel him inside, slowly sliding between your legs. You groan, letting him know you needed time to adjust to his size. Your nails found their way into his skin, leaving scratches that would take time to heal — a reminder about this night.

When you feel comfortable enough with him, you nod slightly, and he starts to move between your legs, penetrating you so softly and yet so caring. His eyes observe you, sometimes his lips meeting yours in a smooth kiss, and sometimes moaning in your ear.

You follow his pace, and when you notice, he's moving faster inside you. One of his hands holding yours so tight that it's almost impossible to escape his grip — which you don't intend to do. You wouldn't mind be his bitch for a night.

"You're taking me so well" he moans again, leaving marks on your breasts and smiling as his hips hit yours harder.

"Oh, fuck..." you moan again, biting your lower lip and closing your eyes, already feeling a wave of pleasure running through your body.

"Oh, be a good girl for me" he teases, his free hand circling your clit again, making your body joint.

And he kept teasing you for a very long time. Each time you were close to orgasm, he stopped what he was doing to make you beg for him and your pleas were almost insignificant to him, despite the fact that he was enjoying seeing you beg to cum.

"Please, let me cum" you begged again after the fifth time he denied your orgasm. You were almost crying at this point, unable to hold the ache in your pussy. "I need you, please"

"Such a baby girl begging for me" he said, smiling and starting to circle you clit again, making you whine. "I'll let you cum if you take me in your mouth right now"

He stood up on the edge of his bed and you crawled into him, opening your mouth to put his cock inside, sucking him while your hands massaged his balls. You can hear him moan, grabbing your hair to force you to keep sucking him. You started to tear up, gasping while his cock was inside your mouth.

He didn't care.

You kept sucking him until he released his cum inside your mouth and he didn't had to say anything. You swallowed him, like the good girl you were. And with his smile of approval, you knew you earned your time. He made you lay back in his bed and started to suck your clit, tasting yourself in his mouth.

"So good" he said, holding your thighs against his shoulders, sucking you, licking your wet pussy.

"S-shit" you moan again, holding his sheets with violence, wanting desperately to cum on him. Your moans get higher and again, you started to feel the warm pleasure in your body.

"Cum for me, baby" he orders smoothly again, giving the attention you required, his tongue doing such a great work on you.

Finally, with his approval, you had the liberty to release yourself. You felt something hot coming out of you at the same time that your body reached the peek and you finally had the orgasm of your life. You had to control yourself, your body almost collapsing while his mouth was still between your thighs.

And after you had your orgasm, releasing your cum on him, he smiled at you, licking his lips to savor you and then crawling his way to your side on his bed.

"You're okay?" He asks, going to his bathroom to grab paper to help you clean yourself. "I hope I wasn't that hard"

"You kidding me?" You ask him, cleaning yourself from the mess he did. "You were great, I'm impressed"

The moonlight cast a soft glow through the curtains, filling the room with a gentle, silver light. Leon and you were laying side by side on the cozy, disheveled sheets, your breathing slowly returning to normal.

Leon turned toward you, his eyes filled with tenderness as he reached out to stroke your hair, his touch feather-light.

"Are you okay, really?" he whispered, his voice filled with concern.

You smiled, your eyes shining with a mixture of contentment and affection.

"I'm more than okay. That was... amazing." You said honestly to him. And it was entirely true; despite his age, he was the best sex you ever had.

Leon's smile mirrored yours as he continued to run his fingers through your hair, tracing soothing patterns along your back.

"I'm so glad to hear that," he said. "But I want to make sure you're comfortable. Is there anything you need right now?" He asks, sounding curious and kind. You felt he came from a fairytale. He was too good to be real.

You thought for a moment, then shook your head.

"I just need you here with me, like this."

"I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere," he promised. Leon leaned in and kissed your forehead gently, his lips warm and reassuring.

You two lay together in comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow of their intimate moment. Leon's caring touch and reassuring presence were all the aftercare you needed, a reminder that your connection ran deeper than the physical. As you both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, you knew that this bond was something truly special, despite the fact that you both also knew it wouldn't happen again.

As the first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, you groaned and slowly opened your eyes. The unfamiliar surroundings of Leon's apartment briefly disoriented you until the events of the previous night came flooding back into your memory. You'd met him at the party you went with your best friend, and one thing had led to another. Now, you were here, alone in his apartment.

With a groggy sigh, you pushed yourself into a sitting position, rubbing your temples to soothe the pounding headache. Your mouth felt like a desert, a testament to the amount of alcohol you'd consumed the night before. Your bleary eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of Leon.

A folded piece of paper on the coffee table caught your attention. You reached for it, your fingers trembling slightly, and unfolded the note. Leon's neat handwriting greeted you:

"Hey, stranger. I hope you slept well. I had to head to work early, but I didn't want to wake you. There's coffee brewing in the kitchen to help with your hangover, and I left some pain relievers on the counter. Make yourself at home. There's my number if you need anything. Leon"

You couldn't help but smile. Despite the awkwardness of waking up in a stranger's apartment, Leon's thoughtfulness warmed your heart. You stumbled out of bed and followed the scent of freshly brewed coffee to the kitchen.

As you sipped the steaming cup of coffee, the pounding in your head began to subside. The pain relievers helped, too. You glanced at your phone and gasped when you saw the time. You were so late for your college classes.

With newfound energy, you left your phone number on his desk and rushed back to the bedroom, desperately searching for your scattered clothes. You managed to piece together an outfit from the items you found strewn across the floor. It was far from your usual put-together look, but it would have to do.

Once dressed, you scribbled a quick note of thanks to Leon and left it on the kitchen counter. You grabbed your bag and dashed out of his apartment, promising yourself you'd explain everything when you saw him again.

As you hurried to catch a bus to your college, you couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected turn of events. Meeting Leon had been a whirlwind, and while your head still throbbed with the remnants of a hangover, you couldn't deny the spark of excitement and curiosity that had ignited between the two of you.

As you ran down the hall, your heart raced with anxiety. You knew you were late for your history class, but your unexpected encounter the night before had left you disoriented and sleep-deprived. With your disheveled hair and the remnants of last night's makeup still on your face, you approached the classroom door. The chattering of your fellow students stopped abruptly when you entered.

The professor, his back turned to the door, continued writing on the chalkboard. You sighed with relief, hoping you hadn't disrupted the class too much. You scanned the room, searching for an empty seat. Most of your fellow students had already found their places, and the only available desk was in the front row.

You tiptoed down the aisle, trying to make as little noise as possible, and took a seat at the front. The professor turned around, ready to begin his lecture. When your eyes met, your heart dropped into your stomach. It was Leon, the man you had met at the college party the night before, the one you had shared an unforgettable night with.

"Fuck" you muttered in surprise, your face going red like a tomato.

Leon's expression changed from one of stern concentration to one of recognition and shock. You felt your face flush with embarrassment as you realized that he was your history professor. The sounds of your obscenes moans echoed inside your head. You wanted to evaporate.

"Good morning, miss" he said, his voice tinged with surprise, but trying to sound polite. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"I...I didn't realize this was your class," you stammered, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

The rest of the class watched the exchange with keen interest. You could feel their curious eyes on you. Leon cleared his throat and attempted to regain his composure.

"Well, since you're here, you might as well stay," he said, attempting to sound professional despite the awkwardness of the situation. "We'll discuss your tardiness later. Now, let's begin our lesson on the American Revolution."

As the class continued, you tried your best to focus on the lecture, but your mind kept wandering back to the night you had spent with him. It was going to be a long semester, filled with more than just history lessons.

At the end of his class, you were so nervous that you felt you could explode right there. Leon hesitated as he watched you from across his desk, where he had papers and books strewn haphazardly. Your presence filled the room with an electric tension, one he couldn't deny any longer. You were his student, and you both knew the boundaries you both had crossed were dangerous. And when everyone left his room, you stood up to leave as well, until you heard his voice.

"Sit down," he said, his voice trembling slightly as he gestured to the chair in front of him. You took a seat, your eyes locking onto his, searching for answers.

You never felt this nervous before. You were shaking, and your palms were sweating cold. You wanted to disappear forever.

"We need to talk about last night," Leon began, his gaze never leaving yours. "What happened between us was a mistake, and I shouldn't have allowed it to happen."

Your lips quivered, but you remained silent.

"I'm your professor, and you're my student. It's against the rules, and it's unethical. I can't let this continue." Leon continued, his voice softer but resolute.

You looked down, your fingers nervously playing with the edge of your notebook.

"I know, Leon," you finally replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't deny that I felt something for you. It's more than just physical attraction."

Leon's heart ached at her words, his inner struggle evident. God, this was so wrong, and yet, his mind was a battle over what was right and what was wrong. He couldn't deny he felt something for you too — something he thought he would never feel again.

"You don't understand, I like you too," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I also care about your future, and I can't jeopardize it."

You raised your eyes to meet his once more, tears glistening.

"What are we going to do, then?" You asked, feeling sad and, somehow, pathetic. You met him the night before, then why were you feeling like this?

Leon sighed, his resolve crumbling.

"I don't know" he confessed, his voice filled with regret. "But we need to find a way to move past this and focus on your education."

Your eyes locked in a shared moment of vulnerability, the unspoken desire still simmering beneath the surface. Leon had tried to convince you it was wrong, but his feelings for you were undeniable. The battle between his heart and his principles had only just begun.

"I think it's for the best if we keep this as it should be. I don't want to risk anything" Leon said, his voice sounding sad for a moment. "And I'm sorry, but we can't see each other like that again"

You nod and then leave his class. You made your way back to your apartment, wanting a shower, because you felt you could drown yourself in the water and forget everything that happened. He was your professor. You knew it was wrong, but for God's sake, why him? Why did he have to take you to heaven and then throw cold water on your head?

"What the hell happened?" You heard Chloe ask as soon as you enter your apartment. You completely forgot about her.

"I met someone last night" you explained, avoiding details. You were still feeling the effects of the hungover.

"Really? I bet it was good... you didn't even come back home, you naughty girl" Chloe teases you, laughing. "Have you heard about the new history professor? He's really hot"

"Yeah, I got late for his class" you sighed, laying on your bed with Chloe right behind you, excited about the new professor. If she only knew...

"No shit? Lucky you, he's cool. I've heard he was at the party last night and left with someone. I wish I was that lucky" Chloe kept saying, sitting on the small armchair in your room.

"And they saw who this person was?" You asked in panic, suddenly glancing at your best friend, which you regretted immediately.

"No fucking way... it was you!" Chloe almost screams, surprised and then, throwing a pillow on your face. "I can't believe you were banging the new professor!"

"In my defense, I didn't know!" You said, defending yourself. Deep down, Chloe didn't care. She wanted to see you happy. "I found out this morning... but it's okay. He doesn't want to see me"

"Too bad for him. You're too much for him, anyway" Chloe smirks, being the supportive friend you needed.

Chloe always had the ability to make you feel better with few words. You were really thankful for having her; so, you decided to do what he wanted. For the next few weeks, you watched his classes and noticed that, sometimes, he was glancing at you.

How could you both forget that night?

It was almost impossible. He made you feel so fucking good and you wanted so bad to be with him again. You even fantasized having him fucking you all over again, making you completely his. God, this was very hard. They've always said you will always want more intensely what you can't have, and they are so right about that.

And then, after one month since that party, Leon couldn't avoid that anymore.

He felt the urgency to talk to you, to smell your perfume or see your smile. He was going insane for not having you the way he did that day. Why was he feeling like that? He couldn't tell. But it felt good.

"May I have a word with you after class? It's about your essay" Leon says, closer to you and sounding very professional.

"Yes, Mr. Kennedy" You nod your head, already feeling your heart skipping a few beats and your body shaking again.

That was it.

After class, you remained sitting, waiting for your colleagues to leave his room. He avoided your eyes until there were just the two of you. Your breath was heavy, and instantly, you were feeling the heat on your body.

"What is it you want to talk with me?" You ask him, breathing nervously.

Leon gets closer to you, enough to make your body shiver. You look at his blue eyes and the image of him fucking you plays in your head like a movie.

"I shouldn't do this..." he whispers, his breath reaching your face smoothly. "But to be honest, I don't give a shit about morality anymore"

And then, he finally kissed you like he meant that.

It was everything you needed to know. He wanted you, and you wanted him. This could end bad for both of you, but you didn't care. You were weak, and he was weak as well. And right now, he wanted you more than anything.

[bandaged-writer]

𝗔𝗞𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗔 [𝟬𝟭] — 𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨

akrasia. lack of self-control

pairing. mafia! dazai x executive! reader

genre. romance, mystery + smut

warnings. mori, dazai's musings of dying

words. 663

summary. among the graves, you reminded him of the faceless angel statues.

note. this story came to be, because i'm horribly obsessed with makima

masterlist || ao3 || next

Above the graveyard, scarlet bled into the lilac sky and blackened branches of naked trees spread across the heaven’s canvas like capillaries. A gentle breeze passed by, rousing leaves and a group of birds that flew away to seek shelter from an incoming storm.

“As you know, I want to see you in the executive ranks, Dazai,” Mori spoke in calm tones, yet something cunning was woven underneath the surface. Something that Dazai couldn’t quite place; or maybe this was merely Mori’s usual persona. “You will need a letter of recommendation from either myself or an executive,” he explained. “As much as I would love to write such a letter, I can’t. Or else, I’d be accused of favoritism. That’s why I’ll have you join a special someone’s side.”

Dazai followed Mori through the empty graveyard. Faceless statues of angels acted as protectors of the dead, as guide to the afterlife. A path which the brunette desired to go down rather sooner than later, in hopes of finding something that exceeded his abyssal expectations. If life couldn’t manage to leave him thunderstruck, then death certainly could, right?

“A special someone?,” Dazai echoed, brows raised in mild interest. Rarely did the boss of the Port Mafia ever call anyone special. Only a handful of times did this certain word fall from his lips and usually, it wasn’t a positive association.

Mori pushed his dark hair out of his face, let his hand disappear into the depths of his coat’s pocket and suppressed something like a worried sigh. “She is one of my top 5 executives, however..” His gaze wandered over to Dazai, standing a mere handful of meters behind him. “You will also act as a safety measure.”

Caught in a brief moment of stasis, a raven landed on a groaning branch. Curiously, the animal regarded Dazai with its ruby eyes, scanning him from head to toe as if it was assessing his worth as a human being. Tough luck, Dazai thought.

He had failed to be a proper, functioning human being from the moment he was born. Never did he find his match, his equal, someone or at least something that genuinely fascinated him. Perhaps, an ill-fated star had cursed the bloody threads of his fate.

“I get the feeling you’re scared of her,” Dazai commented then cupped his chin in thought.

Was it possible for the head of a crime organization to be scared of his own underlings rather than a likely assassination? The gears within Dazai’s head were turning, going round and round, trying to find a plausible reason for Mori to feel something akin to fear towards his own kin.

Loyalty was a fickle thing, it could be swayed like a chime in the wind. Money, family, the opposite sex and so many more factors could be the root of potential betrayal. It was as easy as turning your back towards the mirror; out of sight, out of mind, or so they said.

“There she is,” Mori announced. “The embodiment of control and domination. [Name].”

Dazai raised his gaze and was greeted by a calm smile upon your lips and a voice that was oh-so-lovely. The kind of voice that could sing him the lullaby of eternity and safely guide him into the afterlife. But your eyes were so pitiless.

Among the graves, you reminded him of the faceless angel statues.

They looked like his own, Dazai concluded.

“I suppose you’re the one they call the Demon Prodigy,” you greeted him kindly.

“And you’re the one they call the Control Devil.” He smirked. “Sounds like we’re on even ground.”

Was it reasonable for a monster to strip another off their humanity? Oh, the irony.

A smile graced Mori’s face, a wave of his hand promptly followed. “It’s good to see you again, [Name]. As you already know, someone is hunting down our executives. Take Dazai with you and solve the conflict as you see fit. You know what to do.”

[centrally-unplanned]

I never made any post about the end of affirmative action; primarily because I am having Big Akrasia Struggles, but also because I don't actually expect all that much to change. I haven't seen any sign that universities aren't going to go all in opposing the decision, and they have a lot of room to invent their own metrics.

As others have pointed out, the real trap of AA at elite schools is that they say "look, we produce the elite, and we want that elite to be diverse, so we need AA to make that happen" and most of society responds with "yeah that sounds legit" as opposed "uh, why do we need you to make the elite?" The evidence for all of our doctors and supreme court justices needing to be ivy school grads is incredibly thin on the ground; throughout most of history neither of those were true. Talent is important but these schools primarily select for the talent as opposed to creating it; and by no means do they select it all, even now, not even close.

When you consider it you realize the causation goes backwards: elite schools need AA in order to continue their monopolizing ability to fulfil the top slots of society, because society is not actually going to be okay with a Supreme Court that is 50% Asian American. Schools are true believers in DEI, for sure, but that true belief came along with huge swathes of society becoming true believers as well. Its not something that they can easily budge on, because "academic merit" is nowhere near the most important thing for these schools anymore (it is important, just one factor amoung many). As such, tactics like getting rid of standardized tests are likely to be adapted more and more so admissions can continue to assemble a cadre of graduates the peers these schools care about will view as acceptable.

[clochanam]

" look. normally, i'm the life and soul of the party. or i try to be. but i've had a long week, and as much as i'd love to go back inside and listen to more witty commentary around the price of gasoline, i'm just confident that i'd have more fun going outside and finding the taco truck before he moves elsewhere. so you can tell on me. or you can join me. your choice. but if you do tell on me, i'll be a tiny bit judgemental. "

@akrasias liked THIS POST for a starter using aisling's new fc!

[agnoia-moved]

this time is going to be different. you’re gonna be more careful.

a steady breath, her thoughts swimming as leg bounced anxiously. back settled against the wall of an old building and her phone up to her ear. this was stupid. so fucking stupid. insane, even. and every fiber of her being knew it. and yet here she was, her plan all laid out in her head. she’d done over the details to herself over and over, step by step until it was burned into her memory. she’d been in contact with old friends, had flown back to las vegas for some personal time. and of course it had been granted with no questions asked. it’s pretty fucking stressful when your boyfriend gets arrested for assault of a federal agent, along with a few possible murder charges. that would break anyone, right?

she just didn’t bend the way they thought she would..

she had passports at the hotel. a new name, new identity. for both of them. turns out she had a few pictures that had been good enough to be passport photos. they were laying in the bedside drawer, beside a couple of international plane tickets. her friends in low places were more than happy to help her, given the fact that she’d risked everything to help them many times before. it was a weird, fucked up family type of thing. they’d watched her grow up, they’d been friends of angel’s. it was the least they could do.

' good luck, nik. ' soft words had been spoken as the documents had been handed over, an embrace of arms wrapped around her body. the memory would stay with her forever, and her gratitude would never be fully expressed. they never asked questions, just wished her the best.

she only wished that others could understand.

everything was still spinning in her head, the world feeling weird, new, chaotic. like everything was burning down, and she just had to get out. but she couldn’t, not yet.

" they finished looking at the house. " she was choosing her words carefully, knowing damn well every call was recorded. his words would be silently acknowledged, but not responded to. it wasn’t safe. she wasn’t interesting in catching a charge of her own. she had a real chance at making this work, for now she just had to be patient. cautious. she wasn’t going to fuck it up. " is there anything you want me to check on? anything you want to keep? " anything he wanted her to bring with them.

" …. how are you holding up? " she wanted to hear more of his voice, her worry having been eating at her night and day. she’d heard her fair share of nightmare stories. she knew he was plenty capable, but there was still that gnawing ache in her chest. " are you sleeping? " the bags under her eyes would have been a dead giveaway that she hadn’t.. it was probably for the better @akrasias couldn’t see her. she was an absolute disaster. what she wouldn’t give for just a wink of sleep. she felt pathetic.

" i went back home for a bit.. got to visit some of my old friends.. i told you about them, didn’t i? " she certainly had.. and she prayed he’d pick up on that hint. " they were so sweet this time around. even gave me some flowers and a bottle of wine. some french stuff. " that was the people listening to the call. if they thought there might be a hint to her words once they were gone, they’d be searching in the wrong place.

[sungodded]

are you turkish/turkic at all? how did you get into turkic mythology? it’s just not a common subject, i love the fact that you are so invested 🥰

It's a long and weird answer but bear with me. 😂

A while back I played Vampire: The Masquerade - Swansong, loved Galeb Bazory, decided to write him, saw he was originally from Constantinople, was an Ottoman Prince and son of Ahmed III and originally named Şehzade Süleyman. Deciding I needed to read up more on Ottoman history, watched a few documentaries, bought a few books, find out more about Constantinople, even buying games that were set there so I could get a basic idea of what it might have been like and stuff, I discovered Galeb was loosely based on the real Şehzade Süleyman, who was an actual son of Ahmed III.

From there, I decided I needed a Turkish fc so started looking online for any that looked similar to Galeb, found Onur Tuna. Ended up leaning towards the idea of Galeb having a distant descendent that was a werewolf because irony and angst, so looked for Turkish fc's again, found Can Yaman and thought he looked perfect for a werewolf OC. Because of this, I started to look deeper into Turkish worship, Gods etc, cos I wanted his family to have authentic Turkish beliefs, or at least carry some as stories and stuff to the pack and have my werewolf OC maybe mention them at times in conversation in comparison to other beliefs he comes across in his travels.

So, then when I started reading up on them, ngl, I was genuinely fascinated and started to try and dig deeper and ended up battling with the idea of actually writing one. I ended up thinking about writing Koyash most, but for literal weeks kept trying to put it out of my mind and while I was reading more about him to see how I felt about trying to write him, I saw that Marvel comics actually mentioned Koyash and others of the Turkic Gods, so that pretty much made up my mind for me and I really wanted to use Onur Tuna again, but from a different show where he shows more emotion and is generally shown in brighter and more vibrant settings so suit Koyash in comparison to the show I use him for Galeb where he mostly looks bored or annoyed.

Then as I've been writing him I was having more thoughts about writing other Turkic deities as well, such as Yulchuk or even Erlik, but as I was thinking about writing Erlik. Looking for a Turkish fc for Erlik, I found an actor who gave me feels of not Erlik but maybe one of his sons, so I got drawn into the idea of writing one of his sons instead and here we are. 😂

But no, I'm afraid I'm not Turkish at all, I've just found myself becoming very interested in it all and have even started to try and learn Turkish with the hopes of popping over someday and being the ultimate tourist checking out palaces and stuff cos I love history and getting to see things for myself. The closest I've been is seeing it from a beach in Rhodes, but I've never actually set foot in Turkey, unfortunately. 😭

@akrasias

[imsilay]

AKRASIA

little spoiler :)

i was about to sleep but i couldn’t get this out of my head :’

edit: POSTED!

art cr: @kinky-thirsty-reader

You let out a sigh as he continued to caress your knees with his big calloused hands. Drawing small circles or writing his name with his fingers, invisibly marking you as his. “Pay attention to me.” he mumbled for nth time. He just wanted your attention to be on him, constantly. The couch you were sitting was big enough for him to fit but he preferred to sit on his knees before you. “Bitte, Maus.” he pressed a kiss on your knee through the fabric of your long skirt. You couldn’t sit, eat, read, even breathe without him. He was ridiculously obsessed with you. You feel his big arms snake around your waist as you ignored his pleas. Now he was like a child trying to find comfort on their mother’s lap. His head buried into your lower abdomen and his arms tightly wrapped around your waist. It was the most comfortable place on earth for him. As you continue your reading, his hand grabbed your wrist and put your small, soft hand on his head. You understood what he wanted and if it meant he was going to be quiet you’d gladly oblige him. Your fingers brushed on his hair. He let out a satisfied humm and held you tighter. It was the best experience he ever had. Your presence was always comforting to him that he wouldn’t wear his mask around you. And that was why he was so obsessed with you. Whenever you weren’t around he became nervous and panicked. If he wasn’t deployed or away from you for any reason, he had to be on or in you. His massive frame was between your legs as he clung to your waist for dear life. As if he was afraid that you’d leave.

After you finished another chapter of your book he decided it was enough reading. “I’m better than this stupid book.” he mumbled and tossed your book to other couch before climbing on top of you. Was it possible that he was jealous of a book? Because when he threw it away he kissed you like he was trying to prove it. “You’re so childish.” you rolled your eyes and tried to reach for your book. “Me? Do you really think i’m childish, Maus?” König raised an eyebrow and pinned your hands above your head. When he hovered over you like that he definitely wasn’t looking childish. “Yes.” you muttered and he could see how your pupils dilated. “Then let me prove you otherwise.” he looked intensely into your eyes and pinned your body down to couch with his weight. You could feel his toned chest against yours. The was his body rubbed against yours as he leaned in and kissed your jaw made you wet. “I love it when you challenge me, Maus. But in this… You can’t win.” you bit your tongue to not moan. One of his hands stayed cuffing your hands above your head, the other one tilted your chin up. “Don’t mistake my desperation for you with childishness. I can be really rough with you.” his big hand wrapped around your neck. “I’m capable of it.” he mumbled and squeezed your neck ever so slightly reminding how dangerous it was to mess with him. “But i just love you too much. I can’t bring myself to do it.” his thumb caressed your pulse.

now i can take a nap peacefully.

[gravemet]

her job was simple for the night. check out the club, see if anything caught her eye. she didn’t look as out of place as the other members of the bau. she was young, fitting in with the crowd that frequented this type of place. honestly it was a scene where she felt fairly comfortable. the lights, the loud music, the drunken idiots that liked to make their presence all too well known. reminded her of home. reminded her of vegas. though vegas was drier, and this place? the humidity was killing her.

" is it always this crazy in here? " she asked @akrasias, her curiosity piqued. there were quite a few people tonight, and she can’t help but wonder. " you should’ve charged a cover. "

[awriternamedart]

yall know what time it is

For funsies whenever I do challenge stuff like this, I like to look back on the work I put and think over the decisions I made while on a time crunch!!

And since Sampard Week has come to an end once again, I might as well make the review public and open for the masses to see.

Each oneshot will be graded on a 0-10 scale determined by how much I think i put into the oneshot- by effort, consistency, continuity, characterization, and enjoyment in making. I will attempt to be fair to myself, its been a rough and stressful week on top of it, so lets just dive in headfirst!

all fics will be linked in this post as well, so consider it a masterpost of sorts.

Day 1 - Flowers | 6/10

Honestly this one was difficult. I was really struggling with the angle to take with this oneshot, and it took me more then a bit to settle on a draft I liked and could continue with. It was definitely more of an art prompt then a writing prompt, being so broad and vague means making a story out of it can be rather daunting or difficult. But in the end, Im content with how it turned out, even if it was the start of my mental deterioration with writing Sampo. So a bit of a rough start, but overall it works.

Day 2 - Traveling | 5/10

I love this one, I genuinely do. But uh- this was sampard week. not gepard is an uncle and sampos just there week. ADAJRJSJFJ

Seriously- I loved writing this, but I also found it to deviate a little to much towards the end from the original meaning for the post. It was meant to be a lot less focused on Luka and more on Gepard getting heatstroke and Sampo being Sampo. Not to mention, this fic has.. alot of errors.... I recently switched over to a new writing software, and it was after this fic that I learned where the autocorrect button was. Yeesh.

Day 3 - Neighbors | 8/10

This one? Good shit.

I LOVED writing this one. Since it was a 5+1, I felt like I could take it a bit easier with the scenes, and it meant I could delve a bit more into Sampo's character in a more modern setting. While this fic is truly where my frustrations with writing Sampo came to light, I feel like I did a good job at making peace with the part of me that yells the universe is gonna collapse if I dare to take a step to far from canon behavior. Its cute, its sweet, Gepard worked at FNaF, we had fun.

Day 4 - Domestic | 0/10.

i did not write. I cannot review writing where THERE IS NONE AHDHAJR

I do think this is a cute doodle for barely 15 minutes - i.. mixed up the band au days and skipped ahead mentally and forgot domestic was a prompt.. so uh yeah this entire came out of my panic of realizing oh shit. I dont have time to write a oneshot. and i dont have any ideas. BAM. so yeah a doodle!

Day 5 - Band AU | 7/10

i love plotless sillies.

Honestly this fic was meant to have a LOT more plot. It was originally Sampo going to a mechanical fever concert to check out the band since he wanted to audition as their drummer and then he just started crushing on the bassist. But then I went - im already being ultra indulgent by giving Gepard a bass and Sampo fishnet. And I want them to make out.

so yeah, i basically just went down the route of indulgence. I do wish I had written more- but it was during the writing of this oneshot that my stress had shot to an all time high and I ended up getting really sick from it for the rest of the week. So it has a lot of missed potential and while its good as it is, its one I would adore re-writing one day to give it a bit more oumph.

Day 6-7 - Dreams, Free Day | 8/10

As per last year, free day I did an Akrasia one shot. (For those of you who dont know, Akrasia is my sampard longfic that is an Alternate Canon based around the idea of what if Gepard went to the underground with the trailblazers) And I was like eh why the fuck not - Akrasia just turned a year old, so !!

And thus, this was born. I had no idea what to do for Day 6's prompt either, and as I sat on it over the week I realized that it would be best to combine the two as it would one- give me a rest day to hang out and touch grass and two- let me get a bit more in touch with the concept and explore it further. Akrasia is in a bit of a tight spot right now - I want to do more with it , but Im afraid of writing something that will conflict with a promise I made to write Akrasia's sequel should we go back to Belobog with a Sampo-central storyline. Which is why this oneshot is sent so far in the future, and even then I didnt do NEARLY as much as I wanted to. I wanted to more deeply establish the strain on them both for Sampo coming back, for the deeply seeded fear of failure that was planter in Gepards heart. I wanted to explore a bit more of Gepards arm lore since its a huge part of Akrasias base storyline, I wanted to touch a bit more on Sampo dodging around the universe after the Trailblazers, but in the end I am content and even happy with what came out of it. Their both just tired and deserve to rest with each other at the end of the day.

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Aaand yeah thats about it. honestly surprised i survived the week , and even more so that I managed to finish on time , with almost every fic being nearly 3k words.

At the end I understand a few more flaws in my work - i use to many commas and tied together sentances, I struggle with overly formal word choice, etc - but its alot of fun to test these kinda things out. See where I was last year and know that I did better this year .

and lets hopefully do it again - next year :3

[inukag-archive]

This is a short fic, maybe 2 chapters on AO3. They’re in high school and IY keeps having sex with girls that have a similar scent to Kagome. Kagome catches him having sex with some girl in the bathroom.

Koga calls IY out on it and they get into a brawl in the cafeteria bc Koga makes a comment about leaving his scent on Kagome???

IY and Kag have been friends since they were little and IY mom suggests that Kagome takes IY jacket or shirt to get his scent on her. She goes over to his house and they get freaky on a dresser 🤣

Not sure if the events happened in that order, but yea

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