#sampo koski x you

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࿐ ♡ ˚ . 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. — 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒐 𝒌𝒐𝒔𝒌𝒊 ˒ ⊹

series synopsis. your friend, your pal, your fuck buddy—sampo koski seems to be getting closer and closer with every heated exchange. you wonder, briefly, if there’s something more lurking under the surface of it all. you have a strict rule set in place, though: don’t catch feelings.

[ don't you trust me masterlist | next chapter. ]

syn. you remember the beginning of your relationship with sampo koski, and think about where you're currently at now. sampo surprises you when he asks if you'd like to stay the night... and to your own surprise, you agree. (6.8k)

cw. fem reader / piv intercourse / marking / creampie / alcohol + drinking / spit mention / usage of the petnames doll & dollface, pretty girl, pretty, sweetheart, baby / slight mention of a size diff between sampo and reader (sampo is implied to be bigger than reader) / oral (f!receiving) / fingering / praise

love, oak! ༉‧₊˚. HELLO HI. FIRST CHAPTER. i am genuinely SOOO FUCKING EXCITED but also i'm actually very scared to be posting this bc this project is my BABY but OFSJDHGHAERFSHDGK FUCK IT WE BAAALLLLL!!!!!!!

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI. NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

You can hear your heart pounding in your ears.

It’s a rhythmic sound, aligning with the harsh creak of the bed as Sampo Koski’s hips snap into you with reckless abandon. It’s a carnal exchange, one involving sweat slicked bodies and teeth scraping against tender, sensitive flesh; it’s never been a slow, loving event. It’s always a release of stress.

Nothing more than that.

“Fuck—fuck me, please, don’t stop!” Your breath leaves you in a shuddering gasp. Pleasure zips through you, coursing from your dizzy head to your curled toes, leaving you absolutely molten.

Sampo heeds your calls, his pace never faltering for a second as he holds your hips in a bruising grip. You’re left there to grasp at the bed sheets, rake your nails down his back, lay there and take it as Sampo basks in the feeling of your soaked cunt pulsing around his cock.

“Gonna cum, pretty? C’mon, do it for Sampo, yeah?”

He had an awful habit of referring to himself in third person. It was a habit of his that you hated—not that it really mattered in this moment, when your brain was melting from the pleasure. You feel your core tightening with every passing second. You wanted to. You wanted to cum.

“Fuuuuck,” you drawl, nails digging into his shoulder blades as he draws a hand between the two of you to play with your aching clit. “Don’t stop. ‘m close, please, please,” you beg, a pretty sound that has Sampo growling.

And he doesn’t stop—he grows even more erratic in his thrusts, pushing you over the edge as his lips close around the sensitive skin of your neck. He’s always been a fan of leaving marks; possessive to a fault even if you weren’t officially his.

As you convulse around him, a sob of pleasure falling from your lips, Sampo is groaning and clutching you tight as his hips stutter. He cums, hard, thick ropes of seed shooting inside you as he pushes deep into your cunt.

He’s always had a habit of doing that, too. This one, you hated slightly less.

The two of you pant heavily as you come down from your respective highs. You clutch Sampo tightly, breasts rising and falling with every breath you take. He lets out a low laugh, content to let you hold him tightly as you bask in your post-orgasm high.

And as you come down, you reminisce.

Steam curls in the air as the pot on the stovetop boils water. You’re in the middle of your habitual tea time, getting ready to make yourself a warm cup to enjoy while you indulge in the latest book you’ve purchased for yourself when you hear your phone ping with a notification.

Your eye twitches as you spy who it’s from.

sampo: hey, pretty. mind meeting me at the usual spot real quick? i have something i need to ask you you: what could you possibly need to ask me that can’t be sent over text? you: sampo? you: sampoooo? you: you bitch. (read)

“Sampo.”

“Yes, pretty girl?”

The drawl of his voice sends a shiver down your spine. You’re supposed to be mad at him for interrupting your tea, though, so you continue with annoyance filling your tone, “What the hell was that cryptic message for? You can never be straight up with me, can you?”

Sampo taps his chin thoughtfully. Then he shrugs. “Some things are best left unwritten… and this particular favor, I’d really like to ask you in person.”

There’s a shit-eating grin on his face, and his tone is one that has you shifting back and forth on your feet. Sampo has always been an enigma to you, a jigsaw puzzle you could never quite figure out. It honestly irked you to no end that you couldn’t read him like you could everyone else.

The ambience of the bar you liked to frequent consumed the silence between you and Sampo. You take a second to claim the seat beside him and order your usual drink, crossing your legs as you give him a once-over.

Sampo’s clad in his usual outfit, his unruly two-toned hair tied back messily, exposing the nape of his neck to the humid atmosphere of the room. Your eyes seem to linger there momentarily before you meet his gaze, emerald pools glimmering with mischief and something more you can’t quite put your finger on.

You make a face at him. His grin widens in response and you roll your eyes.

“Alright. What’s this oh-so important favor, then?”

Sampo’s grin, to your surprise, lessens into a sheepish one. He averts his gaze in favor of knocking back his drink. He looks back to you.

“Ah, well… I was thinking—”

“Don’t beat around the bush, Sampo.” You interject.

Sampo’s lips twitched slightly. “If you would so kindly let me gather my thoughts...” He takes in a breath, a brief pause as he turns over the words he wanted to say before he continues.

“You’ve been telling me about how you’ve been so wound up with stress lately.” He clasps his hands together, rubbing them together in the way he does when he starts kissing ass. “And I was thinking, what if I did you a little favor? I could relieve it for you, if you’d like.”

You wait for more elaboration from him, but it doesn’t come. You raise an eyebrow. “What, exactly, are you suggesting here?”

Silence. Then: “How about we become friends with benefits?”

You gawk at him. His eyes catch on the way your lips part and press together, covered in a pretty sheen of gloss. You’re too busy trying to wrap your head around what he just suggested to notice the lingering hunger in his gaze.

You quickly search for a distraction—noticing that the bartender had slid over your drink without you realizing, you quickly swipe it up and start chugging. You think you hear a chuckle from Sampo in the background.

Once you’re satisfied (you had practically downed your entire drink in one go), savoring the burn of the alcohol that lingers in your throat, you wipe the corner of your lips with a thumb and turn back towards him. He’s still looking at you. Had he even looked at anything else while you were busy regaining your bearings?

It doesn’t matter. Your eyes narrow at him and you cross your arms. “What’s in it for you?”

Sampo seemed to have expected your suspicion, because he doesn’t miss a beat when he answers, “I get the same as you—an outlet for stress relief. Let me take care of you, pretty girl.”

The way he purrs his chosen pet-name for you sends a shiver running down your spine. You try to hide the way your thighs press together. The prospect of having sex with Sampo… it’s not entirely a notion you’d reject. Objectively, he’s fine as hell, with pretty green eyes and a slim waist, powerful shoulders and a broad back you think you’d like to rake your nails down. You bite your lip.

Okay, sure. Why the fuck not? Regardless of whether or not there was alcohol currently addling your brain, there’s no way you lose in this situation. Unless…

You hold up a hand. “Alright. I have a couple conditions though.”

Sampo nods, and his silence is enough to have you plowing forward with your thoughts. “No strings attached. I don’t want feelings involved. This is purely physical. And…” You purse your lips, searching for the words you wanted to say. After a moment you add quickly, “no kissing. That’s far too intimate, I think.”

“Fair enough,” he muses. “Any other lines you’d like to draw?”

He agreed to that almost immediately—while that should please you, it instead leaves a sick feeling swirling in your stomach and you’re not quite sure why. You chalk it up to the alcohol you had very intelligently decided to chug, and you lean against the bar as you ponder his question.

“No, I think that’s it.” You finally respond. Sampo briefly reaches out his hand for a handshake, but thinks better of it and retracts his hand quickly in favor of rising from the barstool he was perched on.

He grins down at you and holds out that hand again, this time in offering to you. “Shall we?”

“Ah—this starts tonight, then?”

“When else would it, doll? I’ve been thinking about this for awhile. Only you can help me scratch this itch.” He winks at you. You roll your eyes, but accept his hand anyways, gracefully coming to your feet.

Despite yourself, you feel your face warm as the two of you stare at each other, neither of you making the first move. You shouldn’t be embarrassed—this was Sampo, of all people—but here you were, suddenly shy. You glance away quickly, but after drawing up a bit of courage you chance a peek up at Sampo and find that there’s a pretty pink flush dusting over his cheeks. It makes you feel a sense of satisfaction. You weren’t the only one flustered here.

Sampo rubs the back of his neck, then he ventures, “so… would my place be okay?”

You stifle a giggle at how awkwardly he asks, deciding to spare him the pain of silence as you immediately nod your head. “Okay, sounds good. Let’s go.”

Sampo’s place is… neater than you thought it would be.

Actually, you don’t really know what you were expecting. It wasn’t necessarily a shithole in the slums you were imagining, but… ah, it didn’t matter.

It’s sparsely decorated, just a few trinkets here and there scattered amongst the comfy furniture adorning the living space. You pause in the doorway as you take it all in. You thought he would be more… of the hoarding sort. Guess Sampo is full of surprises tonight.

Which, speaking of Sampo:

“Well? I won’t bite doll, promise—I mean, unless you want me to.”

Sampo wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, earning a swift kick to his shins as you take another step in. He lets out a dramatic ‘oof,’ which draws a giggle from you, to his delight.

“We’ll see,” is all you say as you close and lock the door behind you.

It’s awkward as the two of you navigate through his home, much to your chagrin, but you were completely unsure of how to proceed. All you really knew was the exact reason you were here, the thought sending your heart beating a mile a minute as you focus on keeping your breathing steady.

You were positive Sampo knew how much of a mess you felt like right now though, because he startles you with a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, okay pretty girl? You just let me know if it’s ever too much.”

Your lip quivers as you look up at him. His face softens even more at the anxiety you finally let shine through when you whisper, “Okay.”

The hand resting on your shoulder drifts down to the small of your back, ghosting gently along your spine as he takes on guiding you to his room, maneuvering you to the foot of his bed where you hesitantly take a seat.

He hums thoughtfully as he searches for the words he wants to say. Another moment passes, then suddenly—“Do you trust me?”

You blink owlishly. Then, you nod your head.

“I need to hear a verbal confirmation, dollface.”

The dominance in his tone has your back straightening—and much to your surprise, heat swirling in your core. You bite your lip. “I trust you, Sampo.”

“Good girl. You just let me take the reins, okay? All you gotta do is sit back and relax.”

You nod your head. Sampo takes a step towards you but only stares, his eyes narrowing in challenge. You quickly realize what he wants and you stammer out a quick ‘yes’ before he’s descending upon you, gently pushing your shoulders in a silent command to lay back against the mattress.

You’re pliant to his whims, lying back against the plush bedding as he leans over you, breath ghosting over your face as if he’s about to kiss you—then he’s remembering your request, inching lower to press his lips to the smooth column of your neck. He draws out a soft moan from you as you feel his tongue dip against your skin, the scrape of his teeth as he drags his mouth lower, towards your collarbone.

“Your skin tastes divine, sweetheart. I wonder how much better it is down here.”

His sinful words are accompanied by a roll of his hips against your center, eliciting a gasp from you at the sudden friction. You squirm, hands coming up to clutch his shoulders as he smirks down at you.

You meet his smug gaze with narrowed eyes. Two could play at this game. You roll your hips back up against his, achingly slow, savoring the way Sampo’s eyelids flutter shut as he presses back against you.

“Don’t tease me,” you breathe. “Or I’ll do it right back.”

Sampo’s lips curl up in a smile, a pure predator looking down at you. “Yeah?”

You nod your head, eyebrows furrowing with displeasure as you meet his heated stare. It takes everything in you not to grind up against him again—desperate for any sort of friction. Sampo’s smile only widens.

“Alright, alright, I get the message. I won’t torment you for too long, okay? Sampo’ll take good care of ya.”

You make a feeble attempt at kicking him, but he’s quicker than you, pinning your legs with his strong thighs—you can see the muscles flex under the fabric of his pants at the effort. You can’t help the way your mouth drops open a fraction.

Okay, maybe you were attracted to Sampo. When he kept his mouth shut.

“Don’t refer to yourself in third person, you freak.”

“Or what?” Sampo leans closer to you, face to face. His warm breath mingles with yours—and he’s close to you, so close, leaning and leaning and—

He’s got you distracted as a hand slips under the fabric of your shirt, slithering up your stomach until he reaches what he was aiming for. He palms the soft flesh of your tit and you moan, glowering up at him as he smirks in response.

“Pay attention, pretty. Don’t want you to miss a single thing.”

You glare up at him as he smiles prettily down at you, the portrait of innocence—well, as innocent as he can be with the lust-drunk gaze he drags over your body as he slowly pushes up your shirt with another hand. With a little bit of maneuvering he pulls the fabric off of you, leaving you in your bra and the miniskirt you opted to wear out to see him.

Sampo bites his lip, running his hand over the curves of your body. Then he’s peeling away your skirt as well, humming in satisfaction as you lift your hips for him, leaving goosebumps along the skin of your legs as his fingers brush against the sensitive flesh. You watch as he drops the fabric slowly, his sharp gaze roving slowly over your figure.

“Aeons, sweetheart. You look so good.” Sampo hisses quietly as he palms at the bulge in his pants. Your eyes immediately catch on the movement.

He’s hard. And from what little you can glean, he’s big, too. You swallow.

Sampo’s smile grows feline. “What’re you lookin’ at, pretty girl?”

You shake your head. Sampo tuts quietly, but doesn’t push—not yet.

Sampo pulls off his shirt in a swift movement. Unbuckles his belt with one hand. You sit up on your elbows—not just to watch him strip unobstructed, you tell yourself—as you take in the view of Sampo, of his broad shoulders and strong biceps, the smooth skin of his chest, down his abs, and… is that a happy trail? It most certainly is. You really hope you’re not drooling.

“Now, don’t get shy on me now. It’s far too late for that.” You hear Sampo chuckle darkly. “C’mon, you can be honest. You like the view?” He asks with a tilt of his head.

You hesitate. It was going to come out one way or another, so you ultimately decide to be truthful with him and nod your head. His smile only widens.

“Good girl, bein’ honest. How about I reward you, huh?”

You don’t have time to ask questions; he doesn’t grant you any. He grasps your ankle and pulls you to the edge of the bed where he kneels, face level with the pretty lace underwear you adorn. You let out a squeak of surprise, your face heating with embarrassment as you realize just how vulnerable this position made you. His large hands grasp at your thighs, pushing them open as he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder.

“Hey—” you start with a gasp, eyes wide as you look down at him. He smiles coyly when he catches your gaze.

“You trust me, don’t ya? Just relax,” he purrs. His fingers trace the hemline of your panties, drawing a shiver from you. Biting your lip, you take his advice and lean back, watching him raptly as he kisses the inside of your thigh. You feel your chest tighten with desire.

“Pretty,” the pet-name rolls off his tongue smoothly, dripping with honey-sweet desire. “You’re already so soaked for me. Look at you.” His finger glides up your lace-covered slit. You let out a whimper in response.

He takes his time with you, holding you open with one hand as the other drifts up over your navel, around the hem of your panties, dipping under the elastic seam and snapping it back against your skin. He tugs at it gently, once, twice, then he’s pulling it down, leaving the fabric to dangle around the ankle hooked over his shoulder. He leans forward to press a kiss to the apex of your thighs.

“Sampo…” You breathe out. You’re clutching at the sheets below you in a white-knuckled grip, your ribs expanding with the deep, shuddering inhale you take in as his eyes make contact with yours.

“You’re fucking dripping for me, baby,” he all but groans. “You’re so fucking pretty.”

You’re just about on the verge of begging for something, any kind of stimulation from him, when his eyes flick back down. He’s suddenly pressing his mouth to your cunt, tongue laving up your center. It feels like you’ve been electrified, nerves alight with white-hot pleasure; you nearly jump at the contact. His grip shifts to your hips, holding you down as he devours you like a man starved.

Your head tips back as you moan wantonly. It’s maddening and satisfying all at once—his tongue strokes at your clit, dips into you and drags back out slowly, teasingly. You look back down at him through the haze of pleasure, finding intense pools of emerald staring right back at you, drinking in your every reaction like it was the sweetest nectar.

“Sampo,” his name falls from your lips almost reverently. The effect it has on him is almost instantaneous—his grip tightens on you and he’s eating you out with a renewed fervor, bringing you ever closer to the brink. As you dangle dangerously on that precipice, you bring a hand down to twine through the soft locks of his navy hair, panting with the effort of prolonging the moment. Not yet. Not yet.

The groan he lets out when you tug on his hair makes your core tighten even more.

“Baby,” he rasps as he pulls away, warm breath fanning over your sensitive slit. The sight is filthy: there’s a thin trail of saliva still connecting you to him, your slick shining on his chin in the pale moonlight that filters in through the curtains. “You taste so fucking good.”

Your chest heaves as you reply breathlessly, “you feel so fucking good.”

“Yeah, baby?” He pauses, his head dipping slightly as he presses a gentle kiss to your clit. Your hips buck again, restrained by the hand that grips you tightly. “Do you want to feel even better?”

You nod your head, the word ‘yes’ falling from your lips in a desperate plea.

Sampo smiles, his free hand coming up slowly, so so slowly, his tongue darting out to coat his fingers in his saliva. His eyes never leave yours—no, he wanted you to watch this lewd display. Watch as his tongue runs over spit-slicked knuckles, watch as he lowered his hand to your aching pussy.

“Fuck,” you whine as he eases his fingers into you easily, crooking and prodding—searching. Looking for the spot that drives you crazy. A moan rips from your throat, head falling back as Sampo’s lips close around your clit, sucking and licking in tandem with his fingers that were working you just right.

When they curl in the most perfect way, you have to stop yourself from closing your legs around his head with a sharp inhale. You miss the way his eyes light up with a feral sort of excitement—knowing he’s found the spot that makes you come apart so perfectly. And he exploits that spot, again and again and again, making you delirious with the white-hot pleasure he inflicts upon you.

It’s not long before you’re shoved off the edge, freefalling into a world-shattering orgasm that has your back arching as you let out a sob of pleasure. Sampo laps lazily at you through your orgasm, making you jolt with the after-shocks as he drags his tongue over your now too-sensitive clit.

“Atta girl,” Sampo croons, withdrawing his fingers with a lewd squelch. You squirm as you feel the cool air hit your slick covered thighs. “That feel good?”

Dazed, you nod your head. You feel the heavy weight of Sampo hover over you, consuming your senses as his lips press against your neck. Sometime between him giving you perhaps one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had and now, he’s shucked off his pants, now clad only in his boxers. They’re stained with pre, you note with satisfaction, his cock straining against the fabric. You slip a hand down, trailing lower and lower until your fingers brush over his erection.

Sampo groans softly. The noise fills you with a tidal wave of desire; you find yourself wanting to hear what other noises you can draw out of him. You start to palm him gently, fingers caressing the impressive length of him through the thin cotton material. Sampo makes a low noise in his throat.

“Doll… you’re driving me crazy here.” Sampo utters, inhaling sharply when you squeeze.

“What’s wrong, Sampo? ‘m not doing anything.” You smile coyly as you continue to tease him.

His eyes glint with predatory intent, his hand shooting down to grab your wrist when he decides you’ve had enough fun toying with him.

Looks like his patience has run out. Not that he had that much to even begin with.

Sampo releases your wrist in favor of tugging his boxers down, his cock springing out and slapping obscenely against his abs. He’s… oh, Aeons, you weren’t even sure he would fit.

It’s like he can read the thought plain as day on your face because he purrs, “I’ll take it nice and easy, baby. Don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing.”

He nudges your legs open as he kneels between them, hands grasping your hips gently as he readjusts you. Your eyes widen as he spits in his hand and brings it down to pump himself—the lewd display makes your thighs clench.

Despite your apprehension, you couldn’t help the heady desperation that swirled in your core, the electrifying desire zipping through your veins—you wanted him. Bad.

“It’ll feel real good pretty girl, okay? All you have to do is trust me.” Sampo says soothingly. Then he’s pressing the blunt head of his cock against your slit, dragging it along your folds slowly, coating himself in the arousal dripping from you. The tip catches against your clit deliciously, making you whine softly. You needed more.

“If you don’t fuck me now,”—your breath hitches as he finally pushes in, barely breaching your drooling pussy—”I’ll go insane.”

“I gotcha, pretty. Just be patient.” Sampo holds your hips as he presses further into you. The stretch burns; but it’s the delicious kind of pain, the one that makes you want to beg for more.

He buries his head in the crook of your neck, his muffled groan vibrating against you. He’s trembling, you think—holding back the urge to just fuck you already. While you appreciate the thought, you think you might genuinely, actually, go insane if he doesn’t start fucking your brains out soon.

“Sampo,” you rasp, hips bucking slightly. “I can take it. Please, please—need it so bad.”

His hips twitch. One heartbeat passes—then two.

“Sampo.” You whine again. Your fingers clutch his shoulder blades, nails digging into the flesh none too gently.

He breathes in deeply. The only warning you get is him readjusting his grip; he snaps his hips, thrusting all the way in. It tears a moan from your throat, walls pulsing around his girth as he bottoms out, balls slapping lewdly against the plushness of your ass. You’re both groaning, your nails digging even harder into him as he pulls out slowly, then snaps his hips again, starting a crude rhythm that drains all sense from your head.

All you can manage is a heady moan of his name, the pleasure threatening to pull you under like the strong current of a riptide. You could almost drown in it.

“So good,” you babble, chest bouncing with every thrust into you. It rips the air from your lungs, lighting a fire inside of you, on the brink of burning you from the inside out with the intensity of just how fucking good he’s making you feel.

His skin is slick with sweat, pressing and sliding against your own as he pounds you mercilessly into the soft bed beneath you. He lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours, wild and alight with desire.

“Takin’ me so well,” Sampo groans, hips stuttering as you clamp around him involuntarily. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

A sob falls from your lips as he slows to a tortuous grind, dragging his cock along your pulsing walls. You feel your core tightening, aching, begging for more, more, more.

“I’ll give you more, pretty girl, don’t you worry,” Sampo replies. You didn’t think you had said it out loud, but he doesn’t give you any time to think about it because he’s grabbing the backs of your knees and pressing them back against your chest.

The new position has stars swimming in your vision as he pistons into you, the vulgar sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in your ear as he all but folds you in half. You think you might really die. Your head is spinning. You can’t even form a coherent thought anymore—you’re quite literally filled to the brim with Sampo. You don’t think you ever want it to stop.

You feel tears prick your eyes as you’re overwhelmed with the molten pleasure coursing through your veins. He’s fucking you relentlessly, even through the orgasm that hits you like a freight-train, so sudden that you damn near pass out.

“Fuck yeah—cum for me, pretty. You’re doing so fucking well.”

You feel Sampo throb inside you—he’s close, too, and you want him tumbling into oblivion with you—so you clench around him, walls still fluttering with the orgasm he’s fucking you through. He hisses, teeth gnashing together as he stifles his groan, pace growing unsteady and snappier until he’s suddenly pulling out, painting your burning skin with ropes of cum. It’s sticky, dripping in rivulets down your skin, but you can’t find it in you to be grossed out.

In fact, you think it’s a little hot.

He curses lowly, hips still twitching in the aftermath of his own climax. “Fuck, doll…” He pants. “Let me get you a towel.”

That was almost a year ago, you think. Heat creeps up your face at the memory of your first escapade with him.

You’ve had this sort of arrangement with Sampo for awhile, where the two of you will link up, fuck, and then go your separate ways, as simple as that. Sometimes it’s more planned, and you’ll end up in his bed for an hour or two, but other times, most times, it ends with your back against a brick wall in a desolate alley, or perhaps inside the nearest closet the two of you can find.

But lately, it’s been the former. He’s even been dining you beforehand, treating you to a nice meal before he fucks your brains out. And while you appreciate the sentiment, it’s been.. throwing you off, to put it simply.

You’re not quite sure what this means for the two of you. Maybe you can choose to ignore this development in this precarious relationship the two of you shared, always teetering on that fine line between lust and something that felt suspiciously like love.

Problem is… you’re not quite sure if you even wanted to ignore it.

You’re shaken from your thoughts when you hear the shower running, and the cold slams into you with a fierceness you’re completely unprepared for. Teeth clattering together as you shiver, you grab for the nearest blanket (you end up needing to grab the duvet—Sampo never kept extra blankets on the bed) and bundle yourself up. Once you feel warm enough, you roll out of the comfort of his bed, your feet padding softly on the carpet as you make your way to the bathroom. You find Sampo in there in all of his naked glory, who turns his head as he hears the quiet hiss of the blanket dragging against the floor.

He offers you a kind smile, completely unfazed as your eyes rove over him, none too discreetly. He says, “I thought I’d start the shower for you. Get it warmed up.”

You tilt your head to the side. “That’s okay, I can just shower when I get home…” Your voice trails off as you catch a glimpse of the city outside from the nearby window—the ground is blanketed in a sheet of white, and you can barely see a few feet away from the glass against the flurry of snow outside. You blink once, twice, and then look at Sampo again.

“Ah, about that…” Sampo rubs the back of his neck. “It’s pretty cold out. How about you stay the night with me? Won’t cost any extra to ya.” He winks at you. His feet are silent on the cool tiled floor as he slowly approaches you. “I’ll even sleep on the couch, if that’ll make you feel better about it.”

Despite the… close relationship you shared, you had never actually stayed the full night at Sampo’s. Maybe you’d linger an hour or two, but it had always ended in you making it home, slipping into the comfort of your own bed. This would be the first time sleeping in his. You feel your heart stutter as the thought runs through your mind.

Then you’re shaking your head at his offer—or more specifically, the latter part of it. “No, no, that’s not necessary. I’ll stay, but we can share the bed. We’ve been tangled up in it more than enough to manage just sleeping together in it.” You wryly smile at him. “Thank you, Sampo. I appreciate it.”

You’re slightly astonished at the blush that rises to his cheeks in response to your words. The sight makes warmth bloom in your chest and your heart skips a beat. It reminds you of the first time you had seen him blush, way back when you met him at the bar for that fateful conversation.

The warmth in your chest quickly freezes over as you remember the words exchanged right before that—the stupid rules that you had put in place yourself.

Because, you remember bitterly, this was supposed to be completely and utterly no strings attached. There was no room for the butterflies in your stomach, nor the way your breath hitches when he brushes a hand over your bare shoulder as he slowly slips the duvet from around you.

“Go on, shower first. I’ll be waiting out here for you.” Sampo smirks down at you. “Maybe we’ll go for round two, if you’re up for it.”

With a playful swat at his shoulder, you quickly herd him out of the bathroom. “Horny bastard. We’ll see.”

“It’s up to you, sweetheart. I’ll see you on the other side.”

You can see him blow you a kiss as you shut the door, sliding the lock into place. You clutch your chest. You let your careful mask fall; as you turn to the mirror, you see something akin to desperation on your face shimmering in the reflection.

Maybe you’re in deep shit. Maybe you’ve been falling for awhile now, and you’ve been so stuck in your own head that it took until this very moment to truly grasp your own reality:

You have feelings for Sampo Koski.

With that realization swirling in your head, when you step into the shower, you quickly turn the temperature to cold.

When you emerge from the bathroom, wrapped only in a plush gray towel, you catch Sampo’s gaze from the bedroom almost immediately. You hold up a hand.

“Nuh-uh, no round two.” You simply say. He pouts for only a moment, quickly recovering and rolling out of bed. He immediately slinks up to you with folded clothes in hand.

“Hey now, I wasn’t gonna ask for anything! Here—these are for you to sleep in.” Sampo holds out the folded shirt and sweats. You accept it with a small thank you, and turn back for the bathroom to change.

There was something strangely intimate about putting on his clothes in front of him, so you quietly escape back to the bathroom. There’s no snarky retort or even any comment at all from Sampo, even as you shut the door, so you quickly slip on the clothes he gave you. You’d have to make do with going home in the snow tomorrow in the clothes you wore here, you think. Good thing you opted for your jeans instead of that skirt you wanted to wear.

Distracted, you glance up at the bathroom mirror and startle at the sight.

The sight of you in his shirt makes your stomach flip. His scent curls around you, musky and deep, and for some reason you feel… comforted. Almost like he was embracing you himself. You grip the bathroom counter with your free hand, white-knuckled. You wouldn’t think too hard about what, exactly, this feeling meant. No, you refused to. You would spiral down a dangerous train of thought otherwise; you couldn’t afford to do that when you’re about to sleep in the same bed as Sampo.

You could think about it tomorrow. Or perhaps the day after that. Or maybe even… never. You were happy to stay stagnant in this little bubble that contained you and him, where you weren’t really just friends anymore but you weren’t quite lovers, either. You were content to never let it change.

A knock on the door makes you jump.

“You okay in there, pretty girl? You’ve been in there for awhile.”

His muffled voice held a note of concern that makes your chest tighten. You feel your breath hitch.

“Yeah, uhm—sorry, just give me one more second, promise I’ll stop hogging the bathroom…”

“Take your time. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You hear his footsteps leave and you let out a breath. You could handle this. There was nothing romantic at all about just… sleeping. You would go to bed, then you would wake up and be on your way, and things will return back to the way they should be.

Surely.

With that thought, you slowly creep your way back to the bedroom, where you find Sampo nestled up in his bed already. You catch yourself smiling a little bit.

“Sampo, leave some blanket for me, you pig.”

You hear him snort quietly as you slide into bed beside him. There’s ample room in his bed, and as you curl up on your side, tucking yourself under the plush duvet, you hear him mumble quietly, “Goodnight, pretty girl. Sleep well.”

“Goodnight, Sampo.”

You cannot, for the life of you, fucking sleep.

It’s hard to, when right at your back there’s a warm mass slumbering—and even though you count every breath he takes like counting sheep, you’re still wide awake. It felt like your thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute.

You’re going to lose your mind at this rate.

Turning onto your back, you stare at the blank ceiling, pushing the blanket down to your midsection as you once again make a fruitless attempt at falling asleep. You know it’s futile to even try, with your heart racing in that familiar way that it did when you were tangled up with Sampo, but fuck, all you wanted to do was sleep.

Rustling makes you freeze.

And then you hear him shifting—when you turn your head to look at him, you catch pools of deep jade green staring back at you. Sampo groggily smiles at you. “Hey.”

You start, clutching the blanket as if it were some kind of shield. He snorts as he observes you.

“Sampo… why’re you awake?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He replies, followed quickly by a yawn. You feel the urge to yawn tickle at the back of your throat before you’re following suite, bringing up a hand to cover your face.

Sampo chuckles. “You’re not sleepy, pretty? Need Sampo to tire you out real quick?”

You glower at his simpering smile, hitting his shoulder with no real force behind it. “No. I’m okay, I just… never really have an easy time sleeping anywhere that isn’t my own bed.”

He hums in understanding. Then he’s mirroring you, shifting to lie on his back, but instead he stares at the ceiling. Your eyes linger on him a little bit longer before you’re looking up too.

“What’s on your mind?” He asks softly.

You say after a moment of consideration, “I can’t tell you that.”

Sampo doesn’t miss a beat. “Why not?”

You shake your head, the movement hissing against the soft fabric of the pillowcase beneath you. “It’s… personal.”

Sampo snorts again. “I thought we were way past personal boundaries by now.”

Physically, yes, but… emotionally? You don’t voice the thought out loud. Instead you reply, “We are, yes, but um… I dunno.”

Silence. It lingers between you, not entirely uncomfortable, but it’s… tense. You glance back over at Sampo again.

His gaze flicks over to you.

“Do you trust me?”

The phrase lights up a moment of recognition within you—a phrase he’s uttered so many times; as he guides you, tugs you along with his whims, while he takes you—

Your throat bobs as you swallow. Your answer has never changed. “Yes.”

The sheets are rustling. Then, strong arms pull you towards a broad chest, wrapping you in their embrace; you’re responding immediately, lips parting in a silent gasp. Your brain is slower than your heart—you’re curling up against the warmth of him despite your better judgement. You feel the vibrations of his quiet chuckle reverberate through him, through you, echoing deep in your bones as you start to laugh with him.

“If you don’t want to talk, I understand,” Sampo breathes, lips brushing against the crown of your head. “But at least let me hold you. Let me offer you something to take your mind off of things. I want you to get some rest.”

Your hand rests against his pec—he slept shirtless, oh fuck—as you nestle closer to him, legs intertwining with his. You’re tangled together with him again, but this time it’s in a quiet way. Innocent. You find that you don’t mind this.

He doesn’t either, if the way he holds you closer is any indication. He has a strong arm looped around your waist, the other having snaked it’s way under your head, and you think that his bicep doesn’t make too bad of a pillow. It draws a smile to your lips.

“Okay,” you whisper. “I’ll try.”

Curled up in the warmth of Sampo, you finally drift.

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[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, noncon, bondage + gagging, cumming untouched, voice kink, degradation but also some praise, male masturbation, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day four [ sampo koski + voice kink ]

“Oh my, I’ve not even touched you yet and you’re already so twitchy!”

it was embarrassing, to say the least. the way your body reacted to his relentless cooing and crooning. you hated it. in fact, you would’ve told him exactly where he could shove all those sugar-dripping syllables, had your panties not been stuffed in your mouth. you tried to work the fabric out a little at a time, but Sampo’s long digits had ensured that they were secure and deep in your cavern, forcing you to taste your own desire for that loathsome, loathsome man.

“Could it be that you’re imagining all of the not so nice things I can do to you, all tied up like this?” he teases, his emerald eyes sparkling with delight and glued to your exposed core. with your legs spread wide, ankles bound to a long, metal rod that kept them spread wide. there was no shielding your sex from his gaze, as unfortunate as that was. because you knew that he was watching every clench, every drip, every twitch. “You are, after all, completely and utterly at my mercy.” he flashes you a devilish smile.

what you return is a sharp glare, your brows knit together as you chewed incessantly on your own panties, hoping to saw through the lingerie with your teeth and be able to spit it out. because you knew, once you did, not only would you call him every low-down, dirty, rotten thing you could think of, but you knew of a catapult of spit that would have his name on it.

so far, however, no such luck. the cotton dries your mouth out, and what should’ve been sweats, were gurgled groans of faint protest.

“Hm? No?” Sampo asks with a Devil’s smirk, taking a step forward. his right hand juts forward and wraps his large fist around the metal spreader, pushing it upwards just a bit. it pulls your ass off the bed just enough to angle your unwilling yet needy cunt in his direction, and allowed the light to catch your sticky folds, your wetness glimmering against your own skin. “Then, why are you so wet? Because so far, all I’ve done is tied you up, spread you open, and told you…”

Sampo trails off, his eyes flickering with a sudden realization. the realization that makes his grin spread wider.

oh, no.

“Could it be that you enjoy the sound of my voice?” he stares at you, adoringly, with his toothy grin, and when you shake your head, he chortles, and runs his tongue around his lower lip, his gaze dropping back down to your pussy. “Are you certain? Because this pretty little cunt of yours is sparkling—“ your body jolts at his praise, your hole clenching and demanding to be filled. you clench your fists in frustration. Sampo saw the display, and elicited a delighted mewl. “Oho, so she likes praise, does she? To be called a pretty, little cunt? Soft, and warm. And we can’t forget tight, now can we?” he begins to giggle at how easily your body twitched and puckered at every word sang to your core. “A perfect hole like that, already milking like she’s supposed to, is meant to be fucked. But I have something much more fun, before we reach that point.”

you look up at him, hoping the fire in your eyes is enough to get your muffled grunting across.

Sampo seems to ignore your angry sounds, staring into your eyes as if he were a gentle lover, and he swoons. “I’m going to make you cum before I even lay a finger on you,” he says, matter of factly, leaning closer to you. the expanse of his chest was pressed against the bar, hoisting your ass higher into the air. “You’re going to listen to me get off, and you’re going to turn into a needy, dripping mess. Well, more so than you already are. Are you ready?”

“Nnnff!!”

it was the best you could do, shaking your head and thrashing wildly against your restraints, but you could tell in an instant that he hadn’t really been asking a serious question. it was another tease. because a moment later, he was fishing around in the open fly of his trousers, retrieving his cock and pulling it through the gap. you didn’t want to stare, but you noticed it was already starting to harden up in his grasp.

“Mm, I can’t help it.” Sampo murmured, breathy, as if he’d read your glance in an instance, spitting in his palm to lather his length in it. “When I see a pussy that pretty and needy start to picket up just for me, I start to get excited.” a low, rumbling sound bubbles in the back of his throat as he starts to stroke himself, his body close to yours, his stance wide. his cock was long and imposing, strong and leaving a subtle shadow on your belly as it hovers inches above you, his fist jacking back and forth. “Uhhh…” Sampo breathes out. the sound coupled with the slick smacking of his sticky fist kissing his base at a rapid-fire pace was almost too vulgar; your eyelids wanted to flutter. “That’s good.” he was stretching out his moans on purpose, teasing you with different variations of his taunting baritone. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking about right now? Hm? What is making my cock so hard?” without waiting for an answer, Sampo leans against the bar, trying to get as close to your face as possible. for a moment, you feel a wave of his breath against the apples of your cheeks, and you turn away, but he whispers, his voice thick with lust. “I’m daydreaming about plowing your little pussy, cutie. Uh-huh, nnn.. I’m going to pound you out so good that you’ll forget your own name. Just thinking about how perfect you’ll look hanging off this big cock like a little fuckdoll…” Sampo moans loudly, and the sound sends need storming straight to your core.

“Just watching you stretch…”

another needy moan, and this time, your cunt trembles, your swollen clit throbbing.

“Feeling you milk me…”

your muscles tighten up. your toes curl.

“Ahh, the way you’ll look so cute with the shape of my cock bulging out of your little tummy!”

your eyes want to cross.

he sounded so needy, and yet so wicked. his moans were all laced with the specter of a whimper, as if he hadn’t gotten off in weeks, and sounded delightfully depraved. not to mention the images he was forcing into your mind, and the visage of him jerking off right above your wanton pussy.

“I bet just listening to me moan and groan has got your tummy all in knots. Hnn, do you feel tight and desperate?”

you didn’t want to, and you tried to stop yourself, but you nodded, letting out a strangled moan.

“Mhm,” Sampo purrs, his grin slightly strained as his pace picks up. his hips had also started moving on their own, matching the rhythm of his wrist, fucking his hand with reckless abandon. “That’s so cute… and so pathetic. Getting all worked up, right on the brink of cumming, just because you hear me moan in pleasure. You must be a truly naughty little thing if the sound of your rival jacking off, explaining how he’s going to turn you inside out, makes you this needy. You’re like a starved animal.”

Sampo seems to really love watching you writhe and whine, seeing your eyes start to roll back as he moans and grunts, because his swollen cock was twitching, too, now, and he was close to his own climax. “Fuck yes.” he hums, gripping the bar tighter with one hand, the other still pumping himself silly. “Close… close…” his pleasured voice now sounds strained, and with a weak gaze, you peer up at him to see his brows furrowed and his jaw tight. the chase for his high taking his toll on his composure. a red tint kisses his cheeks, and his broad chest heaves up and down. “Mmm… you like these sounds, hm? When I’m right on the edge, about to cum for you? About to cum all over you? Yes?” he chuckles, though it sounds as though it gets stuck in his throat with a soft gasp as he bites down on his lip, and allows himself to gargle on a long, euphoric growl. “I can see it all over your face, fuckdoll, that lust… go ahead, erupt for me! Push me over the edge!”

it was as if Sampo had conjured your orgasm out of thin air, and ripped it out of your body with so much force that it left you stunned and twitching. you’d released before you even fully processed that you were peaking, and were trembling and panting, trying to regain your wits when you heard Sampo stutter and moan, splattering his own release across your stomach with a happy sigh.

“Such a pretty sight,” he breathes out, and releases the spreader to allow your butt to hit the mattress again. you bounce slightly, before laying there, defeated, with his throbbing, dribbling cock looming over you. “All trembling and panting, leaking juices all over my bed. If you reacted so deliciously to my voice, I can’t wait to see how you’ll fare when I actually get to play with your greedy, little pussy.”

[yurinaa-world]

Characters: Blade, Dan Heng, and Sampo x Female Reader

Synopsis: Going clothes shopping together

Warnings: Fluff and spelling mistakes, a little bias for dresses because I love dresses

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒

“Which one looks good on me” you ask, holding in one hand a light blue dress and in the other hand a dress with roses all over it. 

You were planning on going shopping alone but Blade just came along with you without asking! (He looked so cute in his disguise) Not that you mind at least he can help choose what looks good…but there’s a problem he won’t answer well.

 “You look good in everything.” He looks at you blankly “Yeah but which one is better” “Both” you sigh and shake your head at his answer, not what you wanted to hear, it’s sweet that he thinks that but how are you going to decide?!

“Pick one and only one,”  you say sternly, this matter was serious, very serious! He sighs and grabs the dresses from your hands “Get both of you if you like them both so much” he tells you, putting them in the bag.

“But which one do you like?!” 

“Both”

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔

“What do you think?” you ask Dan Heng before spinning around in the pink dress you were trying on. “You look good,” he says, looking at you and smiling. “But do I look adorable?” You smiled; it was pretty obvious you wanted a compliment from Dan Heng without any shame at all. "Hmm?" You're getting up close with Dan Heng.

You could see a light pink taint on his ears, which made you want that compliment more and more. It's not your fault for being greedy with him; he’s so cute! No one can blame you for wanting to kiss his cute cheeks and drown him with your affection and teasing.

"You look adorable," he mumbles. "Aw, you really think so? I love you so much," you sang. Pulling away with the brightest smile on your face, you could see his blush intensify. "You should change!" He blushes, not able to handle it, especially in that dress, before he pushes you into the dressing room.

"Your no fun, Dan Heng," you pout.

𝒮𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑜 𝒦𝑜𝓈𝓀𝒾

“You should try this dress.” Sampo asks you with a smirk on his dumb face and, in his hands, the most revealing dress you have ever seen in your life. Even looking at it made your jaw drop. “Not ever happening, Sampo," you say in an annoyed tone, crossing your arms around your chest.

“Take that away from me, and if I ever see that again, you’ll find yourself in a ditch." You threaten him with a glare while he just laughs and throws the dress away. "I was only joking." You don't bother to respond and instead roll your eyes at him.

"How about this dress?" Sampo brings out another dress, unlike the one before; it was actually really cute! "Fine, it actually looks cute this time," his face is full of excitement at your words. It seems that you have taken an interest. "That's amazing. Go on, try it now," he tells you before hastily pushing into the changing rooms and handing you the dress, wanting you to try it on this instant.

"The other dress is still on the table, y'know."

"Sampo," you warned him.

"just kidding!"

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[chastiefoul]

heya! Are you writing for star rail as well?

If so, what a some of your sampo relationship headcanons?

I love your writing!

♪ sampo koski’s relationship hcs!

a/n: i just know he'd be a total sweet heart. because imagine the guy who always live like he had nothing to lose quickly changes his whole demeanor cause now he has you wc : 0.7k

sampo would totally fuss over you so much!!! if you went out for dates or go anywhere at all really, he would make sure you’re content with everything. too cold? sampo will give you his coat, hungry? thirsty? Say no more he would already on his way getting everything you need, most times you don’t even need to ask.

for a man who seemed to always on his feet attracting and ‘accidentally’ getting into troubles, sampo has his quiet moments. when he is not on the streets up and about, there is a high chance that he’s currently in your arms, clinging into you like a koala bear. trailing behind you around the house; when you’re reading he’d be there lying on your stomach as he hugged you, or when you’re working on your own thing he’d be near you with eyes begging for the attention he’s craving for—and of course, you always caved in.

white lies. sampo would lie to you about what he’s been up to, but not because he is unwilling to tell you, it’s just because he hates making you worry. but you found out all about what he did anyway, well because all you have to do is ask around and let’s be real here, who’d take his side over yours??? All you had to do was ask natasha and she’d tell you all she knew, not only that seele would come up to you first and report sampo’s doings that day, and even hook would tell you all about it so easily after you play with her. though you knew his intentions are well you just couldn’t help but still worry and prefers if he tells you the truth instead. this evasiveness would sometimes turn into argument however it’s not anything you can’t solve with communication and words.

 sampo is very easy-going, we know that. he knows how to take it easy. that’s why it’s very important to him to help make you feel better if you are ever stressed by anything at all. he’d know all the good places and he’d bring you to where he knows you will definitely like, and you always did. he never fails to make you laugh and feel better, letting go of your worries and stress as you indulge yourself for a little.

ok we know by now that sampo doesn’t shut up. ever. like the man loves small talk for heaven’s sake. there’d be no silence to fill when you’re with him because he would talk about the most random things. though most part of why he liked rambling to you was because you looked so adorable listening to him intently that his chest swelled up with the most coziest feeling.

imagine dating him AND being friends with gepard. gepard would complain to you about the cunning man and later you scold sampo to give gepard a break and he pouts. how dare you take his side instead of your own lover?? however when it comes to you he's so easy to be coaxed. with a kiss, he turns so obedient and nodding along to whatever you had to say though you weren't sure if he's listening to you at all.

for a guy with a silver-tongue, knowing all the right words to say to people about his business and all that, he’s having a hard time telling you just how much you mean to him. for a harsh world such as this one where he had to do everything in his power to live well, you came to him so effortlessly. so easily like that you made his world all better. made him look forward to each day so much more; seeing you smile and laughing just bring so much joy to this man. he tried his hardest to tell you all of this though sometimes it came across a little clumsy, it’s still the most sincere he’s ever been with someone.

[angelltheninth]

Sampo Koski using your thighs,,,to slide his d between em and tease us,,,

This could be hot for so many reasons!

Pairing: Sampo Koski x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cuddlefucking, boob fondling, thigh fucking, cum marking, needy!Sampo

A/N: Kind of sucks that people dropped HSR so fast. I love turn-based games so it's still a good game to me.

Loves doing this while cuddling you from behind cause he can see the tip of his cock vanish in between your soft thighs

It doesn't require him to wear a condom which is also a plus, he likes that skin to skin contact

His hands are always free to grope your boobs, so he can feel double the softness

Does this when he needs a quick release but the two of you can't afford to have his cum dripping from you

At the right angle he can rub his cock over your clit

It makes it even easier to slide if his cock is lubricated by your horny pussy

You can tease him too by rubbing his tip when ever he pushes upwards, taking his cum on your thumb and sucking it in front of him

The tip of his cock will catch on your entrance a few times and he might put just the tip in to feel your pussy clenching around him, it's so hot when he feels how badly you want his cock but all he wants right now is your soft thighs

When he comes he will start moving slower, rolling his hips and getting his cum all over your stomach and thighs while he rolls your nipples in between his hands and tells you to come, he wants to see you come with your pussy empty and hungry for his cock

Make no sound, let your body do the talking

That's it, roll down onto his length, cover him with your pussy juices and let him know how badly you want to fuck him, to ride him, that you're just as needy as he is

[ilyvanderwood]

Waking up with them !

Masterlist

Any gender reader and fluff! Also Blade's isn't really a waking up with them one, its more of a getting him to wake up with you if yk what i mean lol.

BLADE ! always wakes up early, so it makes you sad when you wake up and he's not there. But one night, you've had enough. He didn't have work the next day so why shouldn't he sleep in? You decided to put your plan in action. Sleeping on top of him. Normally when your holding onto him he can easily and carefully release himself from your grasp but with your entire body on him, you'd definitely wake up if he tried to remove you. Thus he'd have to sleep in with you. And when you wake up, you get to look in his ruby eyes, which look a bit annoyed at what you did.

"What was the point of sleeping on top of me?"

SAMPO ! always sleeps in, which always makes him late. But at least you never really have to worry about him not being there when you wake up. Every morning taking in his beauty as he sleeps so peacefully. Yet every morning you learn more things about him as he sleeps. When he wakes up with you, he finds it as a great way to start off the day. He would spend all day in bed with you if he could.

"Ah, good morning dearest. How did you sleep?"

WELT! is the type that hardly sleeps/always wakes up early. Sometimes he gets a book to read waiting for you to wake up if you were feeling down the day before. He always keeps one arm wrapped around you and the other holding some type of book to read when he waits. Then when you wake up, he puts his book down before kissing your head and cuddling with you for a while.

"I love you so much dear, lets stay like this for awhile..."

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。12:06 AM — SAMPO KOSKI.

notes: friends/acquaintances to lovers, mutual pining but seemingly unrequited love, confessions (kind of lol), happy ending !!, not proof read and also idek if it’s in character but idk i just want to kiss him but he’s also rly punchable so we had to work with that okay

sampo is a bit shameless—it’s what anyone would tell you. personally, you would have to agree.

“so,” he drawls, “how about it, huh? you, me, a fancy little date—”

“no,” you interrupt—it’s immediate, your response, it comes through grit teeth. “you can forget it.”

“alright, alright,” he raises his hands in surrender, “no need to get all aggressive. the sampo koski will change your mind soon enough.”

you’ve lost count how many times he’s asked you this same question. maybe it’s admirable—the way he’s so persistent. maybe it’s dangerous—the way he always gets what he’s after. most people describe sampo koski as an added headache to the already difficult life of the underworld. he’s a bit too lively for his own good, you think. but you’d describe him as pretty words and perfect teeth and cologne that makes your head spin.

you hate it.

“there won’t be any mind changing,” you say promptly.

“oh, c’mon,” he insists, voice effortlessly honeyed and so painfully alluring. “what’s the worst that could happen, huh? we have a good time?” his lips curl into that smile if his. you swallow and look away.

a lot, you want to say. the worst that can happen is a lot.

and it’s easy, you think—to reach over and fix that strand of hair that’s fallen to the wrong side of his face. it’s easy to bump shoulders with him or turn and brush your noses together and feel his hot breath as he exhales.

but that would be toying with overstepping dangerous boundaries, boundaries that are very much set in place by yourself for your own sake. sampo has saved you one too many times from a hard spot—but he’s always managed to disappear just when you think he’s reliable too. he’s too good at bending things in his favor, a little too good at getting what he wants out of everything.

it’s not hard to think what he wants from you—and it’s not hard to imagine him disappearing once again once he’s got it. the difference is you think this time…well, you think this time might just crush you.

“sampo, do you want me to punch you?” you huff, crossing your arms.

it’s late. you’re not sure why he’s gone out of his way to walk you home, but he does and you’re a tad bit grateful. you’d rather not run into a vagrant on your way—and if you do, that’s happily sampo’s problem now.

there’s something about it, about the way he’s dedicated only when there’s something to gain out of it, about the way he’s so sweet and charming as he butters you up with his actions, about the way his smile is gentle around the corners just perfectly to crack your resolve.

he’s so good at what he does—and so painfully bad for your heart. your poor, fragile heart that’s so carefully locked away from his awaiting hand. you think to give it to him would be to hand the devil your soul and trust it’s safety.

you’re not so foolish.

“hey, we’re pals, you and i,” he nudges you with his shoulder. the contact is enough to make your breath pause. “how can you be so cruel?”

there’s a pout on his lips. a perfectly rehearsed, theatrical and conniving pout on his lips that’s meant to add to his charm and chip away at your composure until you give him exactly what he’s after. for a moment, you debate whether or not you’d rather just take on a vagrant or deal with the (very attractive) disaster next to you.

“we’re acquaintances at best,” you purse your lips. “very faintly acquainted acquaintances at that.”

“well that’s just mean,” he gasps, “after all the business deals we’ve had together? i thought i’d be on your good side by now.”

that’s all you think he sees anything as. a good business opportunity. maybe he’s a good friend—he never leaves you for dead and he never really lets you down when you need him most, but perhaps that’s for his own benefit at the end. how else can you have connections if they’re all dead? but you don’t think intimacy is a word sampo uses in his every day vocabulary—much less his every day routine.

“sampo,” you snap, “drop it.”

“hey,” he eyes you, “everything alright?”

you hate that he acts like that—like he cares as his lips curl into that soft frown and his eyes gloss over in concern. it’s so carefully crafted, that mask of his, the one he can turn on to mimic every emotion he might need to fool you that he really cares and he really wants to know if you’re okay.

and you’re not—but he doesn’t need to know that.

“everything would be fine if you quit asking for your stupid date,” you grumble, “cross me off your list for the day.”

he stops walking. you kick yourself for immediately noticing the lack of warmth as soon as he’s not beside you anymore.

“what?”

it’s a simple question. one word. one syllable. yet it says so much. the hurt in his voice, the genuine confusion, the slight shock and the underlying betrayal.

“why’d you stop walking,” you raise a brow, “it’s late and i’m tired—”

“you’re changing the subject,” he cuts you off, “what do you mean list?”

“c’mon sampo, let’s not play this game tonight,” you sigh, “i’m really tired.”

“and what game are we playing?”

“the game of playing dumb,” you snap, and this time, there’s a bit more bite to your words, “the game of asking around to worm your way into everyone’s pants.”

“everyone’s pants? i didn’t know sampo koski had such a reputation,” he chuckles in that playful way of his—but there’s no charm this time, just dryness. “i didn’t know you believed it too.”

“so what am i supposed to believe? that you want to go on a date for fun?”

“that’s usually what people do on dates,” he shrugs, “have fun with people they like.”

he looks a bit wounded. it makes your heart bleed and you don’t like it. his shoulders are slumped and his eyes aren’t looking directly into yours for once—it’s like you’ve peeled off that confidence he wears like a second skin and left something a lot more tender and raw underneath.

something a lot easier to sting with the burn of rejection.

admittedly, you never thought you’d see the day where you’d feel bad for sampo after your rejection. you always thought you’d feel bad for yourself—saying no to everything you want but can’t ever really have. but he makes you feel like he wanted it too….that he’s been craving you just as badly as you’ve been craving him all this time.

“what are you—”

“listen, i….” and then he trails off. like he doesn’t have the right words. like he doesn’t know what he wants to say and has everything he wants to get off his chest all at the same time. like he needs you to know what’s on his mind. in the end, he plasters a grin on his face—one that’s tight and forced as he chuckles, “let’s get ya home, yeah? sampo koski will have you delivered to your door in once piece in no time—”

“sampo,” you sigh, “what do you want from me?”

there’s defeat in your voice. maybe hope. definitely caution.

“a date,” is all he says. “i’ve only ever asked you,” he adds, “if that’s what you’re worried about. no side deals or anything.”

that last part comes with another chuckle that really has no humor at all. it’s dry and empty and maybe even a little bitter.

“look, i appreciate the dedication, but i’d rather not be that fun hook up on the side that—”

“hey! that’s just harsh,” he gasps, “you’d think so lowly of sampo koski? after everything we’ve been through?”

sampo is good at one thing—playing the ever dedicated, ever conniving, ever charming business man. he knows how to lace in sweet words and tempting offers like how the devil whispers sins into your ears. he never cracks, never lets that facade fall even when he’s backed into a corner.

except this time, you don’t think it’s a facade. you think it’s a wall to keep you from noticing the pure heartbreak in his eyes.

it fills you with guilt instantly. it makes you almost hate yourself for not seeing good in him. it makes you feel blind for not noticing all the signs he’s been dropping for so long—signs you know he’s never given anyone else.

who else does he bump shoulders with and walk home in the dark and flick foreheads and make time for even when he’s on a tight schedule? who else gets to hear him talk about his day for just the sake of talking without and not a guise for a deal?

for a second you feel bad—and then you decide that for once, you’ll do something about it.

“sampo koski is always disappearing,” you say softly, taking a step forward, “what if he disappears this time too?”

“sampo koski always comes back,” he reminds you, heart on his sleeve as he meets you half way.

“always?” you ask hopefully.

he nods, like it’s the surest thing he’s promised. “of course.”

“okay, sampo,” you chuckle breathlessly, whether in joy or in disbelief, you’re unsure. maybe both. your hand cups his cheeks and when he leans into it, you decide it’s definitely both. “let’s go on your date. you’re paying.”

“you didn’t have to bring money into it,” he pouts—but the excitement in his voice is almost tangible.

you giggle, squeeze his cheeks together as his hands find your waist. it’s dark and it’s late and you’re tired—but sampo koski is here and nothing else has ever mattered more.

“i expect only the best date from the sampo koski.”

“good,” he grins, charming as ever, a little extra only for you, “because sampo koski never disappoints.”

you kiss him after that. and every day too.

i have been bewitched by the meathead guys 😔

[viviennevermillion]

poisoned veins

✧ notes: first work for my "autumn remedies" event! i'm doing the commonly triggering topics first before moving on to my more soft prompts. stay safe while going out and look out for your friends as well. here's an article about how to recognize drink spiking if it happens to you or a friend and what to do in this situation.

✧ synopsis: sampo protects you and takes you to natasha's clinic after your drink has been spiked, waiting in worry for you to wake up. (hurt/comfort), 3.1k words

✧ now playing: bad things — breathe

✧ warnings: drugging, medical emergency, vomiting, seizure, needles

Entertainment was always sparse in a place like the Belobog Underworld. It was almost a little ironic that a Masked Fool like Sampo found enough amusement in a place where most people spent their free time in fight club and meeting up in backalley taverns. That's what pretty much every establishment in Boulder Town was like in the late evenings. You could hardly expect a fancy restaurant in a community that had been sealed off and short on resources for such a long time. But people still made the best of it. Most bars and taverns had enjoyable menus, so people didn't mind coming back on their weekends. It was not Epsilon XII and hardly comparable to the joyful atmosphere Sampo knew from the Masked Fools taverns, but it was the perfect place to get some inspiration for a new scam.

He didn't expect to find you there when he entered the tavern late at night. He had helped Wildfire out with procuring a couple of necessary items and had gotten back late; deciding he wasn't in the mood for half-burnt scrambled eggs that he tried to make while tired and with a hardly commendable attention span. So take-out food was the way to go tonight. He sat down on the stool next to you at the bar. "Hey, fam!", he addressed you with a cheerful smile on his face, "do you come here often?"

You chuckled at his remark and took a sip from your drink. "Why does this sound like a cheap pick-up line?", you raised an eyebrow at him as Sampo ordered the weirdest food on the menu. "It's not, I swear!", he held up his hands defensively and laughed, "I was just curious, is all." You shrugged. "Well, to answer your question, I don't really go to places like this all that often but I was in the area and I really needed a drink. I'm exhausted." Sampo didn't know what you had been doing beforehand, but he could guess that it probably had something to do with helping another poor soul in need or just not understanding what an appropriate time to stop work was. A common pattern around here, really.

"What a coincidence, I just came here for a meal as well", he smiled at you but was a bit annoyed about having to yell over all the background noise. He felt like you were a little uncomfortable with the atmosphere at the bar. "You don't seem to like the place a lot", he remarked, earning a glare from the bartender who probably thought it was out of place for someone to declare loudly that a person didn't like his establishment. But you seemed almost relieved that someone pointed it out. "Yeah it just isn't as safe and comfortable as I'm used to", you nodded, taking another sip of the drink, "had to shoo away some idiots who were getting a little too comfortable being in my personal space before you arrived."

Sampo took his plate with the chocolate sauce burrito into his hands and got up from the stool as soon as it was brought to him. "Well, if you need their money as compensation, you know where to find me", he winked and nodded his head towards the front door, "wanna sit outside where it's a little more quiet?" Pondering on his words, you noticed you were more than ready to leave this place.

So you followed Sampo Koski to sit on a small bench under a lamp post across from the tavern.

There were a few guests outside and Sampo kept his distance from them as he walked through the dining area. Meanwhile you seemed to struggle a little. "Watch where you're going", an older woman hissed as Sampo turned back and saw you getting a little dizzy, bumping into the sitting customer and causing her to let go of her fork which promptly dropped down to the floor. The waiter made his way inside to get her a new one. "Sorry...", you mumbled and seemed a little bit out of it.

Sampo walked back to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder for support, guiding you over to the bench. "Don't need to hold onto you, really", you sighed and sat down, your words sounding a little bit slurred. He wondered how much you had to drink. "Friend, are you doing okay?", he asked with a smile on his face. "Mmmh...", you replied, feeling the wooden surface under your hand as you sat down, almost missing the bench a couple of times, "...just a little tired."

Sampo raised an eyebrow and there was a look of concern on his face but he brushed it off. He knew how a person could get with enough sleep deprivation. Besides, he was there to look after you when you got too drowsy. It was late and he made a mental note to walk you home when the time came. For now though, he thought he'd just sit under the moonlight with you for a while, letting you take in the fresh air and clear your senses. Maybe he'd get to talk with you a little bit and finally find the courage to ask you out. He had done so a couple times, always hiding his true feelings behind his goofy facade. You had thought he was joking and he didn't have it in him to correct you thus far. He couldn't blame you, really.

The downside of being a jester could very well be that people struggled to see that there was a person with feelings just like everyone else underneath the mask. Sampo gazed up to the stars with a helpless smile on his face. He remembered when he made you laugh and how his first thought had been that maybe this had been the reaction he had been looking for all along when he committed to his shenanigans. That seeing you giggle about his endeavors made it worth running from the Silvermane Guards every once in a while. Ever since the border between the underworld and the overworld was reopened, they had been patrolling in Boulder Town as well, which made Sampo's line of work even more difficult. He wondered if you could love someone who had an arrest warrant on his back. Perhaps he'd always be a coward when it came to letting you see what was in his heart, he mused.

"Well, maybe it's time to head back for us. It isn't long until the night patrol passes through here and I wouldn't want to run into the guards tonight. How about I walk you back home?", he sighed but his heart seemed to stop for a second when he looked at you again. You were slouching, your hand pressed to your head and Sampo noted that you looked a little sick. "Y/n?", he called out your name and tapped your shoulder multiple times. You were unresponsive. "Y/n?", he tried again and grasped your shaking hand as you leaned over to your side to empty your stomach into the trashcan next to you. You missed.

"Hey, maybe we should stop by Natasha's clinic before we get you home, alright?", he spoke softly but there was worry evident in his voice, "you don't look like you're doing too well..."

Sampo saw you reach for the drink next to you with unsteady hands, struggling to hold onto the glass as you lifted it to your mouth. A realization seemed to cross Sampo's mind. He took the beverage from your hands before you could take another sip. Something inside you seemed to protest, and you tried to reach for the glass again in confusion, knocking it out of his fingers by accident.

It fell to the floor with a loud shattering sound, startling you. Sampo saw tears forming in your eyes from the shock. You seemed scared and confused but unable to communicate. "Come on, let's get you to a doctor", Sampo whispered in a comforting voice, helping you up, "I'm sure someone will clean this up, don't worry about it. Can you walk?"

He got his answer when you collapsed and your legs gave in. Luckily, Sampo was fast enough to catch you before your head hit the pavement. You stared up with wide eyes but didn't seem to look at anything in particular. It was like you were staring right past him. Your muscles tensed and you tried to point at something that Sampo couldn't see. He called out your name a couple more times in panic, gently tapping your cheek multiple times as if hoping you would just snap out of it. His heart had sunken in his chest and a shiver ran down his spine, seemingly freezing his bones. You looked like consciousness had left you; clenching your jaw and moving it like you were chewing on something.

Sampo swallowed his fear and picked you up, ignoring the concerned stares of the nearby tavern guests. Natasha's clinic was only a few streets away from here. He could make it in 5 minutes if he ran. Running with you in his arms proved to be a challenge as your body continued writhing. The movements reminded Sampo of a new-born baby tossing and turning in the crib and grasping for nothing in particular. Definitely not something that should be happening to you.

You looked dead inside. The image sent a feeling of panic through Sampo's heart and he was hoping his own legs wouldn't give in due to the shock. He needed to be strong for you now. Memories flashed through his mind of the last time he had met you, grabbing a coffee with you in the overworld and joking around about his newest scam. Everything had seemed like fun and games during a time where the possibility of losing you had never crossed his mind. But now it did. And it terrified him. As the cold air of the night seemed to burn in his lungs as he kept running, a quiet voice inside him wondered what would happen if he never got to see your smile again. He could only guess at what had put you in this state but he didn't know what it actually meant for your health. Were you going to see the dawn? Were you going to stay like this? He probably shouldn't think about that for now, he mused.

He opened the door to Natasha's clinic with such force that it sounded like he had kicked it down as he called out for the underworld doctor. He recognized her by the sound of her heels on the floor as she made her way towards him. "Sampo Koski, how many times have I told you to keep your voice down in my hospital-", Natasha stopped in her tracks when she saw Sampo holding you like this, trying to keep you still as to not drop you, "oh god." She hurried over to the emergency section of the clinic and got a stretcher ready for you. "Put them down here", she instructed Sampo, who carefully lowered you onto the stretcher. Natasha noticed there were tears in his eyes and he was shaking. She had never seen him this concerned about anybody.

"Will they be okay?", Sampo bit his lip and tried to calm down, taking deep breaths while simultaneously doing his best to keep your arms and legs on the bed so you wouldn't hit them against something and injure yourself. "Probably", Natasha calmed him down and brought her medical equipment to your bedside, "I've had cases like this before and so far none of them died on me, so have a little faith, okay?" Sampo nodded. "Would you help me keep their arm still? I need to take a blood sample", she asked him. He firmly but gently pinned your arm down with both hands while Natasha took a sample of your blood and then put you on an IV. She brought the tube with your blood to the laboratory while Sampo held your hand in his to make sure you didn't move your arm too much with the catheter in it.

Seeing you writhing on the stretcher made his heart break. Neither trying to comfort you with his words nor swearing that whoever did this to you was going to pay for it seemed to bring you back to him. He felt helpless. The time Natasha took to get results from the blood test, administer medicine to you and ultimately cause your body to relax again felt like an eternity to him. It eventually just looked like you were sleeping, which allowed Sampo to calm down as well. "They need rest now", Natasha said eventually, "I need to attend to the other patients but you can stay here if you'd like to... though I do have the feeling you wouldn't leave even if I kicked you out." She gave him an encouraging smile, having noticed how much you meant to him. Sampo just smiled back weakly and let her continue with her duty as a physician.

When you woke up your head hurt. You felt confused and didn't know where you were. Images flashed through your mind of you talking to Sampo at the bar counter. That was the last thing you remembered. So it was confusing to you to open your eyes and find yourself in a hospital bed with a catheter in your arm and an annoying beeping sound coming from the machine next to you. Natasha had noticed you had woken up and came over to your bed.

"I see you're awake", she remarked with a soft voice and sat down on a chair beside you, "how do you feel?"

You cleared your throat and noticed how dry your mouth felt. Natasha already had a glass of water ready for you. "Can you hold it?", she asked and carefully handed it to you, keeping her hand on the bottom of the glass in case you dropped it. You managed to hold onto it and take a few sips from the water. "Thank you", you mumbled with a weak voice and sat up, feeling a bit of your strength return already, so you kept drinking.

Natasha allowed you to take your time to gather yourself. "So... how did I end up here?", you asked, your voice still sounding a little hoarse. Natasha sighed. "What's the last thing you remember?", she asked you. You took a moment to reply. "I was sitting at the bar counter, talking to Sampo", you explained and chuckled weakly, "he ordered this horrible chocolate sauce burrito... seriously who eats something like that?" A small smile found its way onto Natasha's face. "So, what happened?", you asked quietly.

"Well... it seems someone mixed something into your drink...", she started, seeing your eyes widen, "nothing more happened but you collapsed in front of the tavern and had a seizure. Sampo brought you into my clinic." "Oh...", you mouthed, your thoughts scrambled all over the place as you tried to process what Natasha just said. She nodded towards the other side of your bed and your eyes followed her gesture, finding Sampo passed out on a chair next to you with his crossed arms and head on your nightstand and a blanket draped over him. He was drooling a little and even though he was asleep, you could tell he seemed exhausted.

"He stayed here the whole night", Natasha told you, "...refused to leave your side even when the guards wanted to take him into custody because they suspected he did it." "He didn't", you retorted immediately and Natasha stopped you. "I know. They found that out after investigating the tavern and hearing from other witnesses that you had that drink before Sampo even entered the tavern." You sighed with relief. The last thing you wanted was for the man who brought you here and made sure you got the medical treatment you needed to be arrested.

"Honestly, I've never seen Sampo so scared before", Natasha remarked, "he looked like he had seen a ghost." Your hand reached for your sleeping companion and your fingertips gently carded through his dark blue strands of hair, stirring him awake in the process. Sampo yawned and opened his eyes with a tired expression but as soon as they met yours, he felt wide awake once more. "You're alive!", he exclaimed with a relieved smile on his face and reached for your hand, holding it in his own, "Sampo Koski was so worried about you!" You squeezed his hand. "Thank you for looking out for me."

"There's absolutely nothing to thank", he told you, sounding more sincere than you had ever heard him, "I'm sorry I couldn't do more..." Those last words were more of a whisper but you picked up on them anyway. "You did everything you could", you insisted as Natasha did some further testing to make sure everything about your condition was stable.

"You're going to need to stay here for further testing for now", she explained to you, "you will likely be fine but it's best for you to remain in the hospital and be monitored for today." You nodded. "Don't hesitate to call out to me if you need anything", Natasha continued, "as for everything else, I'm sure Sampo doesn't mind keeping you company while you're here." You looked over to him and he nodded to confirm what Natasha had said. "If you don't mind, of course", he added awkwardly. "I don't", you reassured him and held onto his hand.

Sampo remained by your bedside until you were discharged in the evening, aside from the time he went out to get lunch for the two of you, surprising you with a meal you had mentioned liking. He was ready to answer any question you had about the time when you were unconscious and the things amnesia has made you forget. He made sure to let you know that whenever you needed to talk or just didn't want to be alone after this, he'd be only one call or text away. Whether he had a 'business meeting' or not, according to his words. He doubted he fully knew how to deal with the situation but he swore he would do his best to make sure you'd be okay. You didn't know where the future would take you and how this situation would affect you in the times to come, but you found comfort in the fact that, come what may, you wouldn't have to deal with it alone. Perhaps that was all the confirmation you needed to understand how much you meant to Sampo. Maybe words weren't even needed anymore...

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[ghostarii]

sampo koski whimpers while he eats you out. it’s jarring the first time, amusing the second time, and pleasurable henceforth. he whimpers while his lips are wrapped around your clit, his thick arms encasing your legs over his shoulders, giving him the perfect angle for his unforgiving assault. he whimpers as your juices spill in a flood down his chin, the bottom half of his face drenched in your essence. he whimpers when you moan out an “i’m close,”, simultaneously weaving your fingers into his thin locks and bucking your hips into his face. against your clit he tells you, “please cum…i wanna taste you”, “mnh—please baby, you can do it, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon…”, his voice weak and tone whiny. you can’t help but succumb to his sweet begging, a tidal wave of an orgasm being coached out of you swiftly.

it’s even worse when you’re riding his face. he just finds so much pleasure in making you happy, and he can’t stop himself from whimpering and whining as you grind on his tongue, using him, making him feel wanted and useful. he loves the feeling of your weight on his face; your skin enveloping him in a harvest of softness and warmth. he loves the taste of you: addicting and more intoxicating than any alcohol. and he loves your praise; your feelings jumbled up in messy, babbly rambles as his tongue rakes up and down through your folds. going down on you is like a reward—a feast at the halt of a long day, and like a starved madman, he dives into you with abandon, taking you in all at once. he’s insatiable, unsatisfied until you’re begging with tears to have him stop. he thrives off your pleasure, cock growing rock hard with every sound you make—and it appears that in that way, you’re similar; your clit thumping like a second heartbeat with every whimper that passes through his lips.

if sampo could, he would eat you out every second of the day. you’re his favorite meal. and he’ll let you know with a sloppy kiss to your clit, “you do somethin’ to me…” and another kiss to the corner of your lips, his body now towering over you, “can’t get enough of that cunt,”

[mirangel]

Is it okay if I request Sampo x sub male reader doing naked oil wrestling 🫠🫠

nsfw sampo drabble 1

cw: naked oil wrestling, handjob (reader receiving), amab!reader

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

sampo’s muscles look really good slicked up with all that oil on his body. his half lidded eyes check you out, stopping at your half hard cock, licking his lips in excitement. he pins you down and you let out a yelp, trying to gain the upper hand on the sly man. however, the oil doesn’t help you in any way, your hands sliding and feeling him up instead of providing any solid grip.

“hah! struggling there?” sampo taunts, his hand wrapping around your cock, languidly jerking it with his large hand. you try to hide your needy whine, but his other hand grabs both of your wrists, pinning it above your head. you shake your head, refusing to give into his whims. sampo however, is nothing but a tease, teasing your ass with his hard dick, refusing to fuck you.

he smirks as you struggle, finally letting go of your fully hardened cock and your wrists to lift your legs to your chest. it’s unfair, that tease. he’s much more experienced than you are and it delights him. “gonna fuck you until you can’t stand.” he whispers into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. you should really think twice about following sampo’s plans next time.

i’ve never fantasized about anything with oil, and most certainly naked oil wrestling so i hope this is to your liking!!! i’m. not really confident about this

[okkotsuus]

puppy love (sampo k.) ★

features: sampo koski.

contents: fluff. sampo is himself. alcohol referenced. crimes referenced. 0.3k words.

notes: not me actually writing for once as a mf writer...

sampo koski was a man of much allure, this he was well aware of. often, he would use his silver tongue o his advantage, swindling swooning citizens left and right. but for some reason, this one wasn't falling for his charms. he couldn't even get them to bat an eye in his direction. much less fall hook-line-and-sinker like others would.

maybe that's what had him trailing behind some random person like a kicked puppy. looking with those forest-green hues so desperately for even a scrap of their attention. his confidence being torn to shreds as his bottom lip juts out into a soft pout.

he didn't even want their money any longer. just to feel their eyes flit across his form, a mere moment of their glance. he wanted to have a second in their mind, even just once.

but sampo koski has never been, and never will be, a man that can have only one of something he desires.

so when, after hours of pestering and poking, e/c eyes meet his own; he swears he had never felt an addiction so strong. his yearn for adrenaline, for his own selfish desire, even for money was incomparable. he nearly drops to his knees in the middle of the street, like a dog sitting.

and when he hears their voice speak to him, even though their words are ever-so cruel; it is like the morning song of the birds. "leave me alone, con-man."

if he weren't so infatuated, he would have left without a second word. but he persists, hand resting snugly at the small of their back as he leads them into a tavern.

the moment he walks in with them, all his sleazy contacts instantly know: this one's off limits.

because even as sampo has fallen to puppy-like adoration, he stands behind them steeling the glare of a guard dog.

okkotsuus 23

[risenwrites]

Title: Hustler

Pairing: Sampo Koski X Historian! Female! Reader

Warnings: The reader is not the Trailblazer. Reader has a BIG crush on Sampo. Some slightly suggestive themes. Manipulation of feelings, aka Sampo, is an asshole. Based off of the “Everwinter City Museum Ledger of Curiosities” Event, so minor spoilers.

Word Count: ~3.4k

Status: Semi-Edited

You stare at Pela, eyes wide like she'd told you the world was ending. Which, for you, practically was thanks to the favor she asked.

Pela wanted you to catch the person behind the recent thievery of artifacts. You, of all people? The whole situation had been explained to you with, at least you hoped, no details left out. Helping the Silvermane Guards catch a criminal sounded exciting, but at the same time, you fear for your safety. You press your lips together while fiddling with your fingers. The short Silvermane Guard looked at you, eyes filled with hope, and all you could do was look away.

"… I'm not sure about this, Miss Pela. Shouldn't you tell this to the Temporary Museum Director?" you ask, dearly hoping she'll listen to you. "After all, you two had worked so hard to get to this point in the investigation," you added. Pela simply smiled and shook her head. Which had you internally deflate and panic at the same time.

"I don't want to trouble them more since they're getting so close to completing the museum," she explained. "Besides, sending you in their stead will lessen the chance of Mr. Cold Feet escaping since you are– sorry, were Norbert’s friend. Tell Mr. Cold Feet that Norbert sent you, or you could pretend to be Norbert since you know him so well!"

You tried to give her a look to tell her you weren't quite sure, but you could tell she didn't notice as she continued to smile at you. Even if she did, you were sure her mind was already made up. You sighed and placed a hand on your face while shaking your head.

"Miss Pela, I'm a civilian… What if this person turns out to be dangerous? I'm only a historical researcher for the museum. I-I really think sending me is a bad idea." you try to argue.

Again, Pela shook her head with a smile. "I promise you'll be safe. I'll keep in touch with you through text, and if you don't respond for more than a few minutes, I'll head over immediately," she explained while placing a hand over her heart. "I swear on my duty as a Silvermane Guard that no harm will come to you. If it helps, I can add some payment for agreeing to help."

You hated it, but when Pela mentioned payment, you were almost hooked. It took all you had to not agree immediately. Having some extra money would be fantastic, especially with how much your personal funds went toward your research. Maybe now you could pay for some healthy food…

You mentally slapped yourself and shook your head. Swallowing hard, you looked down at your feet in contemplation. Should you really agree to help? Yes, you'd get paid, and there was guaranteed help if the situation went south. Still, this would be very dangerous for you, and something in the back of your mind was telling you to decline. Yet when you looked up to tell Pela your answer, the words got stuck in your throat from seeing Pela's smiling and hopeful face. You chew the inside of your cheek, then sigh in defeat.

"Okay… I'll help," you reluctantly agreed with a weak smile.

Pela practically beamed upon hearing your agreement. You'd never seen her this happy outside of her passion for books. "Wonderful! You should head over to the Grand Gothe Hotel immediately to avoid having Mr. Cold Feet get suspicious," she quickly explained.

You give a slight nod, and while unsure you made the right choice, you wave goodbye and leave for the hotel.

Upon entering the hotel hallway, you received a text from Pela. You pulled out your phone and quickly looked over the messages.

"Okay... Lightly knock three times, then hard twice. It should be easy to remember," you think as you approach the door.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts and ready yourself before lightly knocking three times, then hard twice. When there was no immediate response, you internally panicked and wondered if you'd somehow gotten the password wrong.

"Uh... Norbert, is that you?" a familiar voice asked from the other side of the door.

At that moment, you froze and felt butterflies appear in your stomach. You'd recognize that voice anywhere, and hearing it had you panic more. There was no way he was the one behind all this trouble. Sure, you'd heard rumors about the shady dealings he had. But now he was an upstanding citizen of Belobog who helped save it alongside the Trailblazers-

You flinched out of your thoughts when the voice spoke again, "Hey... you're takin' an awful long time to respond, Norbert."

With panic running through your veins, you cough a little bit to hopefully get your voice to sound like your old friend. "Apologies, yes, it's me," you answered.

The person on the other side of the door groaned and then spoke, "What took ya so long? I was worried the Silvermane Guards mighta got to ya! But yer not the type to turn someone in at first capture, riiiiiight?"

It took everything in you not to chuckle at how he said: "right." A genuine smile appeared on your face, along with a blush, and you could feel your heart beat faster. However, that also made your heart metaphorically break since there's only one person you know who makes you feel this flustered. Which meant he was the one behind all these thefts.

"Well, it's time for me to get on out of here. After all, we already made a nice little fortune on this trip, huh?" the voice continued and pulled you, once again, out of your thoughts. You blinked a few times, trying to think of how to respond.

"How could I ever betray such a dear friend?" you asked rhetorically, voice still sounding like Norbert.

"Uh-oh, someone is getting a little emotionally overinvested..." the voice almost immediately responded, which surprised you slightly. You'd always thought he'd treat his customers, well, so-called customers, like friends since that's what he liked to call them, at least when he was talking with you.

The voice playfully scoffed. "You know what we are?" the voice continued. "Accomplices. You know what that means? Partners in crime! You know what else that means? We're not friends!"

Your heart sank a little bit, and the smile you had began to turn into a frown. Did... did he think of you like that, too? Even if you had never been one of his customers... you'd helped out before when he needed someplace to stay in the Administrative District. Everything about your friendship with him started to be questioned since now you weren't even sure if the Sampo you knew was the real Sampo.

"Alright, enough chinwagging. So, how much did the microfilm sell for?" the voice suddenly changed topic while you were still lost in thought. You hardly paid attention or thought clearly about how much the artifact would sell for when you answered.

"500,000 credits," you answer almost immediately and, without realizing it, begin to slip back into your normal voice.

The voice on the other side of the door was quiet for a moment. "... What? 500,000?! No offense, kid, but I can't see you haggling that kind of number... Or maybe you... Ugh! What- what kind of hotel is this, anyway?! No peepholes on the door?!"

Upon realizing your mistake, you snapped out of the spiraling thought process you'd been having. Your face paled in panic, and you tried to think of some way to get a better handle on the situation before he could get away. However, he spoke before you could think up some way to have him not suspect you.

"Ya'know, I just realized there's something I forgot, uhh, maybe you can help me remember. That Gears and Wisdom sculpture I told you to take apart and hide away... Can you remind me of how many pieces it had?" the voice asked, sounding suspicious.

"Easy, a little under 60," you said simply since you knew how many pieces were in the sculpture. You quickly froze when you realized that you stopped mimicking Norbert’s voice.

When “Mr. Cold Feet” didn't respond, panic flooded your system as you worried your cover had been blown. You knew this was a bad idea, yet you still agreed to get some much-needed money anyway. Maybe you weren't so different from him as you thought, but there was no time to dwell on that thought. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and forced the door open even though it might have badly bruised your shoulder and arm.

You opened your eyes to see the person you feared was on the other side of the door: Sampo Koski.

He put a hand on his forehead and gritted his teeth together while looking away in some form of shame. "Uh, ugh..." he grumbled and avoided eye contact momentarily. Then he forced a smile and looked at you. Both of you were silent for many seconds.

"Oh... uh guh huh, I mean-- oh! If it isn't my valued friend," he forced out while rubbing his hands together. "What a pleasant surprise to see you again. Isn't it amazing how fate brings people together? Hah? Hah? Our bridge of friendship could extend all the way to Everwinter Hill!"

You weren't sure what your expression looked like, but whatever it was, Sampo looked away very quickly. For your own sake, you hoped the heat in your cheeks was from rage rather than being flustered from looking at him. You swallowed hard and began fiddling with your fingers again.

"... Some people had been guessing you were behind all this... At least that's what I'd been told," you explained, and you could hear the heartbreak in your voice.

Sampo's eyes widened, and he brightened up for a moment. "Guessed? So... they don't have any evidence," he said with a sly grin starting to appear on his face. However, he quickly made that grin disappear as he turned away from you. "Hah, well, I mean, how could they? You already know that yer old buddy Sampo is a model citizen these days! Y'know, the guards on security duty in the restricted zone? I-"

"Deliver their breakfast every day..." you finished for him, having heard him talk about it many times. "Yes, I know... You've told me when you've stayed over at my house."

Once again, the room became quiet as you tried to wrap your head around this turn of events. You could feel some tears of sadness and frustration begin tickling your eyes. You'd so badly wanted to believe the rumors about him were wrong. That he wasn't the conman everyone made him out to be. You desperately tried to not start crying as he turned back to you.

"... So, uh, kinda cold out, haha... Man, this is getting uncomfortable," he tried to make small talk but quickly gave up. "Um, okay, okay, I have a proposal-"

"Do you think of me as a friend? O-or as someone you can use for free housing?" you suddenly cut him off.

His eyes widened in surprise before he blinked a few times. "Huh? Why would ya ask that question in this kinda situation? Aren't ya here to bust me and get me arrested?" he asked in complete confusion.

You ball your hands into fists and press your lips together. Taking a deep breath, you look him in the eyes while a few tears roll down your face. His eyebrows were furrowed together in what you hoped was confusion and concern since you started crying. At first, you didn't say anything since the words kept getting caught in your throat. Like if you were to say anything, all the disappointment would come flooding out in the form of sobs.

"... Is this all because of what I said when I thought you were Norbert?" he asked with a small sigh. "Because if it is, that's pretty silly since what I said was meant for him. Not you," he quickly added with a slight chuckle.

You press your lips together and narrow your eyes at Sampo. You wanted to believe him, really you did, but you still were unsure since, in the past, he never even stayed at your place long enough to have a meal with you. That was something friends did together, right?

He chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head. Then he suddenly brightened up and grinned like an idea popped into his head. Confidence began to ooze from him as he moved into your personal space. Before you could react, he leaned his face close to yours and brushed the back of his fingers against your cheek. With his other hand, he wiped away some tears with his thumb.

Immediately, your face turned bright red, and you tried to look anywhere in the room except him. You could hear your heartbeat hammering in your ears as you tried to calm down from having him invade your personal space. A shiver ran down your spine from his warm breath on your face. 

"Hey, hey, why you lookin' away?" he asked with a hurt tone. "Like I was saying before, I have a proposal for you! I'm sure you'll find it very reasonable," he began with his hands resting on your face. "I've been making a small fortune recently in the artifact business lately... I'd be willing to give a third of my earnings. How about that? In exchange, I only ask you, please don't tell the Silvermane Guards about me."

You swallowed hard and stared into his eyes. You soon glanced to the side and brought your hands to your chest. "If that's all he was going to say, why did he feel the need to invade my personal space?!" you internally screamed.

"I-I doubt they'd believe me if I said something like that... Besides, stealing and selling m-museum artifacts is illegal... a-and I work at the museum so..." you explained, keeping your gaze away from his eyes.

Feeling his sigh fan across your face had you jolting in surprise. You felt his hair tickle the side of your face while he moved his mouth to your ear. He chuckled and whispered, "Y'know something? You're not very subtle, sweetheart."

Your eyes widened in panic, and you went ridged. Did... did he know how you feel about him? Who are you kidding; of course, he would figure that out. The feeling of one of his hands moving from your face stopped your short train of thought. You took in a sharp breath as you felt him run his hand down along the side of your body until it came to a rest at your hip.

 "Maybe along with a few of my earnings... I can also pay up for all the times I've stayed at your place? Maybe something you'd enjoy doing with me? Hm?" he hummed into your ear.

"I-I-I, uh, um, I-I d-don't know this is r-really sudden-" you stuttered out while trying to back away, only to find your back bumped up against the door. A loud "eep!" was forced out of you when Sampo moved and stopped touching your face in favor of leaning against his forearm above you. He pulled away from your ear to have his lips close to kissing yours.

"Aw, come on, I've seen how you look at me. Your face turning bright red whenever you see me in public... heartbeat racing. Gotta tell ya, seeing you get so flustered every time you see me is fun to watch~" he stated with a smirk. Though, for some reason, this smirk felt more... sinister than other ones you've seen him wear.

He let out a breathy sigh and lidded his eyes. "We don't have to go all the way... Just let me give you one kiss~" he whispered despite how he was practically kissing you already. "Then later, I'll swing by and drop off the money. Maybe then you'll be more up to going all the way?"

The world around you spun as you tried to calm down from the onslaught against your senses. All of your senses were completely overwhelmed and filled with Sampo. The idea of kissing him had crossed your mind a few times (okay, maybe more than a few), but the suggestion of doing something more had you nervous beyond belief. He'd never show any sign of attraction to you. You could hardly believe that this was really happening. Your thoughts swirled around to the point you couldn't remember why you'd come here in the first place.

Taking a deep breath, you hesitantly moved your gaze back to look into his eyes. Your breath hitched in your throat from the burning passion in his eyes. You’re silent for a moment since all you can do is admire his green eyes. Suddenly, Sampo moved his arms so your head was caged in on both sides by his forearms.

"... O-okay!" you squeak while closing your eyes tight. "Y-yes, I want you to k-kiss me!"

"Finally," he sighed, and you could hear the smugness in his voice. He softly chuckled momentarily, then lightly pressed his lips against yours. "Keep your eyes closed~" he whispered against your lips.

Then, suddenly, he pulled away. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you waited for something to happen. You waited and waited and waited. It was only when you heard your phone buzz that you opened your eyes.

Sampo was nowhere to be seen, and the window had been left wide open.

You stared at the open window, trying to piece together what had happened. When the realization hit, you felt your heart shatter into pieces. You took a few steps forward, tears rolling down your face as you fell to your knees. You lifted up your hands and stared down at your palms for a moment before hiding your face in your hands as you sobbed. He used you. He used you and how you felt to escape arrest. Sure, you weren’t entirely blameless, but the fact he seemed to care so little about you shook you to your core.

Suddenly, you heard someone knocking on the hotel room’s door behind you. “Miss Y/N?” called out Pela, worry laced in her voice.

More panic flooded your system, and you stood up. Images and thoughts of how Pela would react had your hands shaking. If she found out you practically let Sampo escape, you’d be arrested for sure. You wiped away the tears the best you could, but more seemed to keep coming every second. Before you could tell her to come in, Pela opened the door with her expression full of concern. Her eyes widened upon seeing you, and she rushed closer.

“What happened? Are you alright? Did Mr. Cold Feet hurt you?” she asked while checking over you for any injuries.

You stood there, body frozen in place in a mixture of fear and shame. Slowly, you shook your head while tears kept rolling down your face. “Lier,” you bitterly told yourself. He had hurt you, but the emotional wound was still too fresh. Besides, telling Pela what really happened might get her arrested.

Pela didn’t look at all convinced but still nodded curtly. She gently held your hands to give you some comfort while glancing around the room in search of evidence of what happened here. “Did you get the chance to see what Mr. Cold Feet looks like?” she asked while looking back at you.

You stiffened up, unsure how to answer. The bitter part of you wanted to expose Sampo and make him pay for hurting and toying with you. Yet the fear inside you proved to be a much stronger force as all you could do was solemnly shake your head again. Pela stared at you for a moment, then sighed softly, holding your hands tighter.

“I… I’m sorry. You were right; this is no place for a civilian like you. I shouldn’t have asked you to do this,” she apologized, stepping toward the door. “Let’s get you back home to calm down before I ask more questions. Is that okay with you?”

You felt your heart ache even more. Lying hurt so much that you briefly pondered why Sampo lied so often. However, the thought of him had you wanting to curl in on yourself. You followed Pela as she led you out of the room and glanced over your shoulder to briefly look back inside the hotel room. “Y-yeah… that sounds great,” you weakly agreed, closing the door behind you.

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[interastral-peace-corporation]

May I please request Apple Blossoms for Sampo? 🍎🌸 Thank you so much for writing💗

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Sampo Koski

🌻apple blossom: what do they look for in a s/o?

Sampo prefers to be around someone who can make him feel like he has agency. He doesn't need to be told over and over again that the way he handles his work is unethical. Sampo knows it is. He just continues to do it because it's what he wants to do. That doesn't mean you should completely leave him alone to his antics, though; there will be days where he gets himself out of a dangerous situation barely unscathed, and that's when he relishes in your attention as you fuss over him and probably even scold him for always involving himself with danger. Sampo enjoys life by following the beat of his own drum, which is why as long as you never force him on what you think he should do while reassuring him that you'll remain by his side despite it all, he will undoubtedly treat you with the same level of respect. He also wants you to live your life as you please.

[yurinaa-world]

HI YURINAAA

can you do Blade, Jing Yuan, Sampo, (or any characters you want just include Blade) with a sensitive reader?

Characters: Blade, Jing Yuan, and Sampo x Gender-Neutral Reader

Synopsis: With a sensitive reader

Warnings: fluff, and comfort

Notes: ofc for the sensitive folks and myself I must make this (I hope you were talking about emotional sensitive :P)

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒

Sort of like that about you because you're raw and real, unlike other people he has met. When you went to a store and told him to stay there while you got something, he watched you bump into someone by accident before you were yelled at by someone because of a mistake you had made. He had a scowl on his face when you came back from the shop.

With a smile on your face, he could see how hurt you were. It was written all over that face: "Don’t worry, he’ll deal with them." You pull him back, telling him it’s fine and you both should just go back home!

He can tell how you feel. When you speak to him, he knows immediately what's going on. When night fell and you were laying in bed together, you seemed to be still bothered by it. Honestly, you mustn’t care about what those fools say; he’ll even pinch and pull your cheeks, telling you to stop crying over worthless people.

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

It’s alright, everyone is different, aren’t they? Well, he likes that about you, so don’t change, alright? He could see your jealous expression from a mile away. Did that make his pretty darling jealous of some woman? How cute! Now don’t try to hide; he can see your expression; jealousy is written all over your face.

Aw, it’s okay that he dares to leave his darling for anyone, but he must look quite cute when you're jealous; how could he not tease you? It’s night now, but are you still mad at him? He swears he’s sorry, so please come to bed; he can’t fall asleep without you.

When he has you in his arms after putting you to bed and being dramatic overall, he whispers sweet nothings into your ears, telling you he loves the sensitive part of you. How could he not since he loves every part of you?

𝒮𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑜 𝒦𝑜𝓈𝓀𝒾

What's wrong with people crying more than they usually do? Since when did that make some less of a person? Whoever had the gall to ever insult you because you're more emotional than others, he’ll force feed them those words.

When someone said something to you, it just kept on bothering you, even when it was just a small comment. It just wouldn’t come out of your head, but no, Sampo will not let such things enter your mind. Why? Well, one, you're his lover, and two, you look cuter with a real smile and laughing instead of a fake one.

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[keyotos]

he does it so well

summary ⎯ hot things they do.

includes ⎯ dan heng, gepard, blade, sampo, & jing yuan.

tana's words ⎯ struggling with writing requests rn so i wrote something short to clear writer's block. im sorry guys i'll get to them soon i promise 😭

dan heng

⎯ waits for you before turning the page on a book. he notices that you are reading along with him and waits for you to signal that you're ready before carrying on.

⎯ private > public. he will brush your hand in public but he will be all over you in private. instead of only brushing your hand, dan heng will be brushing up on you. more touchy in private than in public.

⎯ pushes the hair out of your face when it's getting in your way. but he does it in a more sensual way. his fingers graze your lips as he agonizingly drags his hand through your hair.

⎯ long day? melts into your body at night. runs his hands up and down your arms as a way to relieve stress?? leans his head into your neck and sighs so dreamily??? like hello?? lips grazing your neck???

⎯ hot morning voice. raspy and rough. also kind of scratchy. when he tells you, "five more minutes," how could you say no to THAT voice? he knows of this effect and makes sure to use it to his full advantage

⎯ very observant. knows everything you like; knows your routines; knows you. he's the first to compliment you if you got a haircut or new outfit/nails/whatever. it always make you blush bc how is he always the first one to figure these things out?!?@#$%

⎯ gets jealous a little too easily. doesn't do anything verbal about it. opts for being a little more touchy than usual. he thinks it's embarrassing and he wants to hide his face into his pillow when you tease him about it.

⎯ lip biter. not when y'all are kissing, but when he tries to hide his smile or his laugh he bites his lip. you find it so cute and you just want to grab him and just connect your lips with his.

⎯ nerd. hot sexy nerd. he'll tell you about animals and mitosis and python and he's just so intelligent. helps you with problem solving things (probably puzzles idk) and he stands/leans over you with his breath dancing on the back of your neck.

⎯ jawline kisser. if he wants something from you he gives chaste kisses to your jawline. he does that when he's bored too ig. very big on jaw kisses and secretly loves when you flush because of them.

gepard

⎯ blushes when you compliment him. he looks so adorable you just wanna pinch his cheeks and smother him. he gets even more embarrassed

⎯ big domestic guy. ntm on casual stuff or situationships. if he wants you, he'll let you know (even if he's blushing his way through it).

⎯ he is not shy. in the beginning he might be a little shy, but later on the relationship he'll get bolder. chaste kisses on the lips becomes long make-out sessions on his bed after a rather tiring day on the front lines. and if he hasn't seen you in a while... i will let you guys interpret.

⎯ leans down to listen to you. he's literally gigantic and when he LEANS DOWN just to hear what you say... and it's so innocent too but the way you look up at him doesn't make it so innocent anymore...

⎯ pins you to the wall on accident. may or may not be inspired by teenage dream. anyway, he does a lot of hot things on accident and doesn't even realize it. so you are trying not to explode while gepard is enjoying his merry day while caging you underneath him.

⎯ acts like a knight since u always make jokes that he's your "knight in shining armor." so dedicated that he kisses your knuckles out of nowhere and it makes you want to FAINT. like you could be reading and (out of nowhere) he takes your hand away from your book and kisses ur knuckles. AND HE HOLDS EYE CONTACT WHILE DOING IT.

⎯ flirty without knowing it. says something cute and flirty but doesn't realize it until you say something. and he says it so calmly too; like drops it into a convo

⎯ runs a hand through your hair before you two sleep. he just wants to keep you close and he just wants to feel you because he never gets to come home often.

⎯ ROLLS UP. HIS SLEEVES. TO HIS FOREARMS. he does this when he's particularly stressed. like come here i can show you a way to destress (i'm so sorry).

blade

⎯ he's only shirtless when YOU are around. he trusts you enough to show all of himself around you. you are reliable and trustworthy enough to be able to know the entirety of him: his body, his mind, his past, etc.

⎯ intensely loyal to you. like if he had to choose between the world and you he would obviously choose you. would do anything for you, would buy anything for you, would steal anything for you: you guys get the gist.

⎯ he's so loving only towards you. silver wolf and kafka like to tease him for it (especially silver wolf... bc how can he play a game with you and not her). he does little things for you, like picking lint off of your outfit or pulling your hair back when you're eating something. or pulling your hair back when you're doing something...

⎯ LOVES when you wear his clothing. his shirt his jacket ANYTHING. whatever it is, he will be going crazy for it. has a thing for when you wear his shirts; you just look so good and you're wearing something that's HIS. not anyone else's; HIS SHIRT.

⎯ has a little possessive streak. it's not a weird and overprotective possessive thing tho. more so, "no silver wolf you are not going to force them to play games with you." maybe it's more overprotective than possessive, but secretly he wants you all to himself and he does NOT want to share.

⎯ speaking of being overprotective, he is also just regular protective. he walks on the side near the road so you don't have to. he grabs your arm to pull you away from something dangerous. he shields you so he'll get hit before you. yk, cute stuff like that. your safety is his priority, no matter what.

⎯ he is the type to be like, "who did this to you??" and he WILL be hunting that person down. but not without urgently caring for you first.

⎯ his touch is so filled with emotion, genuineness, earnestness, and sincere. i hc that blade doesn't have much relationship experience and he isn't very wordy, so when he hugs you or touches you, all of his emotions are poured into his hands/fingers/etc. all of what he feels for you (which is very much) is shown in his physical touch.

sampo

⎯ MANSPREADS. i said it. HE IS A MANSPREADER. elbows resting on top of his knees as he says something super coy or flirty towards you, and sometimes you even have to PHYSICALLY avert your eyes away.

⎯ a tease. if you lean in for a kiss, he'll lean backwards. if he's missing you, his fingertips will dance along the bare skin of your sides, and then he'll pull away to make you want him as much as he wants you. he is so INFURIATING.

⎯ if he flusters you and you blush n try to cover your face with something (literally anything), he'll grab whatever you're holding so he could see your face. to him, you look the prettiest when you're smiley and flustered, such as in those situations.

⎯ if you're going on a long tangent about something, he'll kiss you on your lips randomly. he doesn't mind your rambling, he thinks it's adorable, which is why he does it. it always leaves you with your jaw dropped before you could continue what you were saying.

⎯ the type to lock himself in a closet with you but on accident. you guys don't know how you two even got into that situation, but sampo is with you, so he couldn't be happier. big quality time guy.

⎯ brings you little trinkets or gifts based on his "business" adventures. whenever he sees something, he gets it for you. his mind is usually racing about you anyway, so he can't help himself when he develops a spending problem because of you

⎯ sings with you to songs. you could be singing in the shower and then you hear this agitating, grating voice. he's a terrible singer, but he'll do anything as long as you're there with him, so he sings with you anyway.

jing yuan

⎯ wakes up and the first thing he does is admire you. he studies every single one of your facial features, acting as if he's never seen them before when he wakes up to your face every day. he finds beauty all around you: in your sleeping face, on the bridge of your nose, the pout of your lips when you're asleep. he just loves all of you.

⎯ a flirt and PROUD. he's bold with his quips. not afraid of initiating affection in public but he prefers private which i think is much sexier.

⎯ neck kisser. heavy on neck kisses (especially in the morning). practically an entire body kisser tbh. he can't get enough of you, and in a world where loneliness strives (immortality), he's grateful that he has you for the time being.

⎯ grabs your chin and tilts your head up if he wants you. he doesn't do it forcefully, more like a gentle smush. he locks eyes with you and omfg it makes your heart beat sm. like why are you looking at me LIKE THAT. so sensually or whateva....

⎯ urges you to come closer to him so he can whisper something in your ear. when do you come closer to him, he pulls you by the waist and gets super close to your ear. like lips brushing your ear. and he blows a raspberry in it. so stupid but too lovable.

⎯ lies down in your lap if you two are lounging together. since he's so busy, he doesn't get to lounge around often, so he likes to be as close to you as possible.

⎯ if he wants to kiss you, you will know. not because he'll tell you. but because of the specific LOOK he gives you. his eyes are narrowed under the spell of seduction, focusing only on your lips. his mouth is slightly parted like he is ready to kiss you, and the way he tilts his head down...

⎯ patient for you. will wait for you even when he is dying to feel you once again. he has to deal with yanqing so he holds a lot of patience. but he won't rush you with anything, lets you move at your own pace, and gives you help if needed. overall sweet guy.

i hope this motivates me into finishing my requests

[miyaur]

all i see is red. ⟢ with jealous! hsr men

— synopsis. jelly welly hsr men, god, your touchy male 'friend' definitely didn't wanna lay off you, and didn't wanna just be friends, and it's like you didn't mind, hell you didn't even say anything when the guy made you uncomfortable?? why?! seems like you were too nice to say anything, he'll just show who you belong to, and hopefully he'll fuck off.

— a letter from the author. taking advantage of the algorithm especially when it comes to this!! 1.5k notes on the 7mih helpp, this is my revenge post because i got claras card thing, and not her at 90 pity on the standard banner. you will see how much emotion i put into this. i lowkey just put them into to categories; nice and polite while the guy is around, and absolute bodyblock barrier while you hangout with him, or both, giggles

— heads up. smutty at the end of each thing, sextapes (caelus), kidnapping mentioned (dan heng & jing yuan), masturbation (all of them), possessiveness (most of them), creepy guy alert (the guy friend im talking about weeee), killing (blade/sampo), hickeys mentioned (most have), public fucking, just beware sex is everywhere, NOT IMPLIED FEM READER, TY !!!!

DAN HENG

・he never liked your 'friend'. he was almost too touchy with you whenever he got to hangout with you (& him). it seemed like he forgot you even had a boyfriend, a very dedicated one too. and he did not approve of this guy's actions at all. and it didn't help at all that he flirted with you for the fun of it, yeah right. he obviously wanted to get rid of him, and get with you. he isn't easily fooled, and that is so bold, of him to assume he can't see right through his little schemes to take you. too late honestly, because you loved him way more than that guy friend of yours. he's way better anyway. more utc.

・anything that the guy friend of yours offered? thinks there is an ulterior motive to it, and politely declines, makes it more obvious if he continues trying to shove the 'homemade food' that the guy made for him and his s/o. dan heng is not one for a lot of pda, but he's willing to hold your hand, by your waist, kisses on the cheek, hell, he'd go so far to kissing you on the lips and giving a hickey or two just to try telling the guy you already were his. always have been. but he kept trying... it's like an annoying little bug that won't stop 'till he stomps it dead. well, that's quite alright, he's willing to stab the hell out of this guy, gouge his eyes out and skin him alive, makes dan heng more protective and possessive if the guy tries anything that makes you uncomfortable. just really can't take the hint, huh?

・as he starts to do more things that made you uncomfortable but you were too nice to say anything, the angrier glances he gave to the guy while you looked away. trying to get the whole "you're making my s/o uncomfortable. get away." message, and best bet the guy just takes him as jealous that he was reeling his girl in. it really was the polar opposite. whenever he tried asking about the guy at home? you immediately change the topic, it was worse than dan heng thought. do.. you want him.. to perhaps.. get rid of him completely? just say the word, and he will..

nsfw ?!

・i will put most of the guys underneath 2 different sections on what they would do, and dan heng the type of guy to kidnap the creepy touchy flirtacious friend of yours, and fuck you infront of him :)

・might be a bit of a stretch, but thinking about it, he would, right infront of the man who thought he'd fuck your hole better? yeah right. you were made for him, dan heng, no one else, praises you like crazy, saying you're doing well and stuff, like there's no tomorrow, and every now and then glances at the guy, cloth tied around his mouth to keep him quiet, actual metal cuffs around his hands, and feet to keep him from moving, he really wants to show you aren't single, at all, wants to let him know, for the millionth time, you belonged to him, not him, not anyone else, he already marked you infront of him and that wasn't much of a hint? he's dumber than he looks. probably blindfolds you so you don't see the guy, but just keep letting out those pretty little moans of yours so he could get to work, ever since you introduced that sketchy guy to him, and saw his actions, this is a dream come true.

・makes real fucking sure he sees how good your boyfriend, dan heng, makes you feel, so much that the image of you and him will appear in that man's mind if you ever dare to think any bad or if he's a bad boyfriend to you, the slow hours that he'd fuck you in, it will make an impact on the poor man's mind. it was his fault anyway, dan heng gave him soo many chances, all he had to do was back off, he knew dan heng was yours, and you were dan heng's. and he didn't lay off. well, there's a price to pay when you date someone so beautiful as you are, getting to be in you felt better than being given a whole galaxy.

・when he can, he'll probably come back to this moment and jerk off to it, it was one of the first actual times you both got to do anything intimate after getting of jarilo VI. and the xianzhou situation really kept postponing anything between you too, just as so far to instead going on dates during the mission, maybe even quickies in alleyways. really loved the image of you being blindfolded, and moaning like a bitch in heat for his cock, nothing gave him more pleasure. maybe except you.

CAELUS

・poor baby, trying his best to not let the guy do anything more to make you more uncomfortable. the first few pickup lines and slight touchiness was.. bearable. but when he started getting too close for comfort, like almost kissing you at times, and that the guy claims it to be 'accidents'? tripping on nothing doesn't count as an accident, and he was right beside you, why didn't he go tumbling down with you? doesn't matter anymore, he's making you uncomfortable, so whenever you were too nice to decline the guy's offer, he'd come along and act as a barrier between you two. he doesn't want anymore accidents like that to happen, does he? no worries, caelus to the rescue!

・still never trusted him enough to take anything the guy offered, he would take it, but throw it away into the trash, where he and it belong. he tries to be emotionally understanding to the guy, but he just keeps hitting on you, how is he supposed to just sit there watching his s/o become uncomfortable, will body block any advance the man will attempt to do. he loves you like the sun, and he can't just let the sunshine in his life go.

・always, and i mean always advised you to just cut him off, but you felt like it was too rude. but it was so rude of him to continuosly flirt with you infront of your boyfriend. and you really couldn't say anything to not be 'impolite'. he was mad definitely, but not, never more mad at the guy, caelus would give an immensely huge amount of clues and hints to the guy that you're taken, he literally goes with you to your hangouts with the guy, is that not enough? what a blind guy, like how blind you were to realize he liked you. it's okay though, nothing a little video can help him realize that you're taken.

nsfw ?!

・will film you guys fucking. now i know i said i'd split the categories here into two, and i know not all the guys would do this, but think about it, that's all im saying. anyways, will film you both making love, capturing every little pretty moan you let out, and how well you take his cock in you, placing hickeys on you while praise spills off his lips, whispering just how good you feel, seems like the vanilla kind of guy, but i promise you he isn't always vanilla, like this kind of moment, will go rough. and really harsh with it. during these kind of days too, he will leave marks and hickeys on you, gets pleasure from it honestly.

・sends a picture and a small clip to the guy with a smiley face and captioned "never fucking speak to them again. they're mine, not yours, not anyone else's. :)"

・doesn't do this often, but again when he can: will stroke himself to the same image he sent <3 you just looked too pretty for him to not get erect by looking at the picture! he's sorry really, he just loves you so much.. probably fucked you infront of a mirror, just so you could see how much of a mess you were for him, just for him~

SAMPO

・at first, thinks it's funny, no one is as charismatic as him than himself. he thinks it's funny that guy can take you away from him, yeah right, not in a million years. when the guy starts to become obnoxiously flirty and touchy with you, that's when he starts to become protective, before that, he just thought it was funny. but he's actually trying to.. get with his amazing s/o when you clearly have the most perfect partner to be with you, no matter how much he decided to mark up your neck, and made sure the man saw him placing another, and he still kept trying to hit on you, not like you'd fall for someone like that guy, he makes you uncomfortable and is overly touchy. and to be frank, sampo is not that bad of a boyfriend, when you get closer to each other, is a big big sweetheart. literal angel tbh<3

・did take what the guy made, like food or etc, and poured it all into the trash while the man was looking. and mouthed words "stay away from my spouse :D". will always and from whenever the guy starts to go over the line, sampo will start holding you close, and is oddly more erotic than usual. will whisper in your ear how horny he is, but aside that, the guy seems like the thirdwheel in this situation, and that is not what he wanted at all, he didn't want it to be like that at all, and sampo sensed that a long time ago, as soon as the guy tries to lean in to close, sampo will go in for a kiss between the both of you.

・at some point kind of was scared you'd leave him for someone else, but your reassurance will always keep him relieved and safe to know that the person he loves the most and admires will always stay with him, forever, and now.

nsfw ?!

・probably will either kidnap the guy and fuck you infront of him, or will kill the guy and fuck you anyway. depends on his mood. hard & rough sex with him, because he's jealous, it's obvious enough, not just jealous, he's mad you just stood there and didn't tell the guy to fuck off. it's alright now though, he probably gets off to your frightened expression as he fucks your hole, seems like that kind of guy. his back just painted with all your scratches, putting you into a mating press does something to him idk. can't help but tell you your dazed expression from his cock was adorable!

・even after sex he'd probably would will eat/blow the hell outta your pussy/dick, sorry not sorry. kind of guy to fuck you in random alleyway somewhere in belobog, and makes sure the guy friend sees you guys at some point.

・likes to come back to that moment while you and him are fucking, just knowing that guy saw you both relentlessly so in the moment with each other in a public place, and no, just staying silent is not a choice with him, there's a reason why you just let the guy trip over nothing and trip on you as a result, there's an answer to why you did that. he knows it, and he'll fuck the answer out of you if he needs to.

WELT YANG

・already protective of you, and the guy just made him even more protective (+ possessive).. unlike before that welt really just followed you around without really having to do much that gave signs you were together, matching rings, possibly matching jackets/cardigans, literally holding hands, and the guy asks "is he your brother?" just gives him a really plain look, like what the fuck you guys didn't even look that much alike each other. before you could say anything though he'll kiss you on the lips, and it's a really long kiss to just rub it in.

・will intentionally bump into you when you receive stuff like food from the creepy guy, like will spill it on the floor, like fully calculated solution too, oh no the guy's gift suddenly fell on the floor and the 5 second rule isn't real oh nooo just seems like we cant do anything about it.. that's okay, welt just happens to have your favorite snack prepared for you right in his pocket (he wants to be better than the guy in every way possible). will one-up the guy on everything just to make sure he proves that he's better for you, that's his little red flag, just if he's jealous.

・scared if you're ever more impressed by the creep than him, scared of replacement probably, more scared if you even are comfortable with the touchiness that the guy does near you, kind of guy to actually sit between you two because he knows the guy will try something. holds your hand constantly, even if the guy makes him uncomfortable and anxious himself, he doesn't want you to feel the same.

nsfw ?!

・just the type of man to block him everywhere on your end, and fuck you pretty vanilla just to get his mind off it. just wants time with you by himself, and that stupid guy friend of yours just had to interrupt. but all he could is think about how good you feel around him. how well you take him is all and everything on his mind, the tight warmth around his cock is one of the only things that could distract him from anything.

・kind of hesitant at first about blocking the guy, but he knows you're uncomfortable with it, and to make you feel better, he wants to give you the most pleasurable night possible, maybe not the most, that can wait for your wedding night <3

・just really wants to take your mind off that creep, and let you focus on how good his cock is making you feel, those little mewls of yours is proof that his plan is going well! just wants to see your hole overwhelmed with his cum, loves it so much honestly, and has a lowkey breeding kink so be ready to bear his children (real not fake)

・lowkey been dreaming of this moment, he's jerked off to it before, just railing the hell out of you while he's just so calm about it, your dazed, blurry vision, could only see welt's face, the only thing registering in your mind, was his relentless pace, throbbing dick so easily sliding in and out from the cum from all the other rounds, doesn't seem like he'll stop 'till you can't walk at all <3

JING YUAN

・no mercy at all, will side eye the guy all the damn time. wym you gonna give my s/o a gift... fuck off bro... unimaginably and overtly possessive, you are HIS. and why are YOU hanging out with other guys. you are supposed to only be his to talk to smh (he means it as a joke but is jealous you even talk to anyone else.) does not hesitate to make out in front of the guy and mark you all over your neck or what. because you're his, and it's only right he marks what's his before someone tries to take you. blatantly ignores the guy when he tries to talk to him, someone who's trying to take you from him wants to talk to him? yikes... yeah right, no.

・will personally pull him into a private place and tell him to lay off, that he makes you uncomfortable, and that you aren't up for new relationships, because if he really hasn't seen yet, you are his, why and how does this creep that you met 2 days ago will ever one-up someone as great as he is. and he knows you'd pick him over the guy friend any day of the week. intentionally kisses you and while you aren't looking he will glance and smirk at the guy because he knows he just saw you and him kissing, tongue contact and everything.

・why does this guy even keep trying? quite the stubborn brat, he'll just have to show him who you belong to, and he'll die with the secret <3

nsfw ?!

・kind of guy to kidnap the male friend and fuck the shit outta of you infront of him. such a meanie, thrusting so harshly out and inside you again and again, the belly bulge as clear as daylight, and will shove fingers down your throat if you end up being too loud, his little room all the way at the bottom of his home isn't sound proof you know.. but the servants know he fucks you almost every night there anyway, kind of forgets the guy is there and goes down on you like there's no tomorrow.

・makes sure to torture the guy a bit more before he decides or either killing him off or just knocking him out and carrying the man back into the wild, phone in his hand, with a message from you saying "never text or come near my s/o ever again, i hope you had fun watching us last night. <3"

・where did he put the guy exactly? err... totally not onto another planet.... totally.

BLADE

・i would be lying if i said he didn't already place hickeys on your neck, lowkey a kind of high sex drive honestly. and who allowed you to have other friends that are outside of the stellaron hunters, whatever he doesn't wanna seem like the manipulative boyfriend type, he'll let this one slide, for now.

・hates him from the very second he meets the guy. you shouldn't even be friends with such a creep. plus he seems like he just wants to sleep with you then steal all your belongings. and that's when he won't let it slide anymore. no, why the hell would he take a 'gift' from a sketchy looking guy you met 2 days ago?? you already are a gift so he considers it useless, and the guy useless, so desperate for his spouse..

・will grab you by your hair/collar and fuck you there instead, and the guy can't help but overhear your sweet little moans, all bubbling up at once, and he can't help but just indulge himself into what a mess he made you. just like to hold you face up to his while he thrusts so thoroughly wrecking your insides, just as he kisses the tip of your nose and releases into you, gets you dressed up and walks out the alleyway like nothing happened.

nsfw ?!

・as if the 'sfw' section of this wasnt already nsfw LMFOA, anyways, like i said he'll fuck you even while you and the guy are hanging out, just to show who you really belong to, no one else can manhandle you like this, not in a million years. your hole was made for only him anyway.

・doesn't really care about the guy seeing you both or not, and id you are uncomfortable around him he'll be dead by morning and he'll give you a good fucking as an apology for not realizing it sooner, wants to be a better boyfriend fluffy wise, but your fucked up little expression when his cock finally shoots his warm cum into you is much more adorable, he wouldn't trade it for the world <3!

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