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sh1-n0bu · 8 months
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hhhhhhhhh
no no no you guys just don’t get it. irl i’m fucking small, okay? like i’m 163cm. 5’3 or however that would turn out to be. and you guys need to understand that being that small and having an s/o who’s an absolute giant compared tk you (bonus points if they’re in a position of power and commanding) and yet to have your powerful s/o become nothing more than a pathetic whining, whimpering mess who’s just begging for your touch while on their knees with tears welling in their eyes *bangs head against wall bangs head against wall bagns head against wall*
imagine being the lover of jing yuan. he’s a powerful man, a literal general of an entire army and yet the moment he sees you, he’s tugging on your sleeve, pouting as he asks for you to touch him. he’s been such a good boy and holding himself back for you, please help him out? he can get you your favorite snacks! or do you need shoulder massages? jing yuan is running around like an errand boy, trying to please you jusg so he can feel your hand tightly wrapped around his cock.
imagine being the lover of blade. he’s a scary guy. quiet, reserved, cruel and most definitely won’t hesitate to resort to murder if he wants something. or simply if he felt like it. imagine him crawling on your lap with loud whines and soft whimpers, grinding his hard on on your thigh. you always tell him to learn how to use his words but bladie just never seems to get it. maybe you should edge him again until he learns his lesson?
imagine being the lover of gepard landau. he’s the captain of the silvermane guards. the most trusted man and silvermane guard in the entirety of belebog. the people adore him and his subordinates look up to him, wanting to be strong and reliable just like their captain. if only they knew their captain was wearing a hidden collar underneath his high collared undershirt. one that said just who he would kneel to.
imagine being the lover of sampo. he’s a cheeky guy. lies and manipulation tactics ready up his sleeve. he knows how to weasel his way out of every dirty situation. but he would never lie to you. never you. not when you made it clear on just how rough you can be in the bedroom after finding out he lied about not tricking one of the astral express crew. but sometimes, sampo wants to lie again and have you know of it just so he can be put in impossible positions while he sobs and drools deliriously.
imagine being the lover of imbibitor lunae. he is the high elder of vidyadhara, the most respected individual amongst his own race. he’s elegant, divine, ethereal, calm and collected. a person of authority and power. if only the people knew just good you wreck him with only just your fingers. how his tail would curl around you asking for more while he sobs for you to be gentle. he’s always so sensitive in his vidyadhara form. just tug on his tail or guide his head to between your legs by his horns, he would become a mindless, pliant baby in no time.
imagine being the lover of welt. he’s a calm and serious man of the astral express crew. often being their guidance and pillar to lean on when things get a bit too much. heck, sometimes he even acts like a tired dad (that “maaarrrcchhhh” scene in xianzhou quest). hell, he was even formerly the second herrscher of reason, a being that’s literally able to bend the physics of reality itself. and yet he would do anything just so he can feel you around him. he wouldn’t hesitate to try and please you so he can be inside your warm walls, moaning and trembling as you ride him.
imagine being the lover of kafka. she’s a scary woman, no doubt. just a single whisper and you would be nothing more than her cute little puppet. and yet she uses her powers for more… different reasons when with you. ordering you to fuck her cunt, finger her open in the dark alleyway, to let her sit on your face so she can ride herself into overstimulation. kafka loves when you’re in control. especially when wringing orgasm after orgasm from her shaking body.
imagine being the lover of himeko. she’s the one who rebuilt the astral express, a respected and well known genius of a beautiful lady. anyone would be lucky to meet her. but the only luck himeko wants is to feel your fingers inside her. how she would give everything just so she can hear you whisper all sorts of vile things in her ear as you pinch her clit, telling her to keep quiet so she won’t wake up the others.
in conclusion, reverse size kink my beloved🥰🥰
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redr0sewrites · 9 months
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Pretty Boy (Sampo x Reader smut)
yall dont understand my feral urge to dom this man he is so fine i swear im normal but ohhhh myyyyy gooood
🥀CW: SMUT! this is filthy ngl i really want to peg him its not fair hes fictional. marking, hickeys and biting, rough rough sex, reader is sorta mean, dirty talk, sexy sampo
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Sampo squirmed beneath you, your hands gripping tight enough on his hips to leave a generous bruise.
"please... please just put it in!" you had sampo bent over your desk, his hands scratching at the wood as he trembled. you were pressing so, so close to his entrance yet you were so, so far.
"do you really think you deserve it? you really think you deserve my cock after teasing me all day, even while i was working?" it was true, everyone knew sampo had a tendency to be irritating however he had been getting on your last nerve. all day he had been whispering the filthiest things in your ear, subtly brushing his hands in places that made you shiver, whimpering or moaning softly as you passed by only to pretend as if nothing happened.
"answer me doll, you know i dont like waiting," you say, yanking his hair back sharply to see his face. his expression was truly pathetic, eyes filled with tears and cheeks flushed a delicious red.
"i promise i'll be good, please, please i need you" his pathetic begging and whimpering only made you more aroused, and you decided to indulge him. you sunk your teeth into his neck, leaving a harsh bruise. you contine to mark him until you find a spot that makes his breath hitch. focusing in on that one area, you thrust into him fully and suddenly, and a shocked gasp which melted into a choked moan left his mouth. he leaned forward, his whole body was shaking in time with your thrusts. you wrapped a hand around to rest it on his lower abdomen, you could feel his muscles clenching and unclenching as you pounded into him harder.
"look at you, panting like a bitch in heat. where'd all that confidence go? did the little slut just need to get his hole fucked? your really so desperate for me, such a pretty little whore."
he let out a soft sob of pleasure, and you continued your assault on his neck, until he was whimpering and keening at the scrape of your teeth. his noises began to grow louder and louder, and you wrapped your hand around his hard dick. precum was already spilling from the tip, and he bucked his hips needily.
"im close, aah~ im close please, please let me cum" his pleas came out in between pants and moans, and you could feel his cock pulsing in your hand. you pushed him down further against the desk, fucking into him at a new position that allowed you to go deeper, hitting that special spot inside him.
"o-ohh please please, its so good please im gonna- im gonna cum aah~"
"dont you dare come until i tell you too," you say roughly, delivering a soft slap to his ass as he whimpers. you continue to thrust into him and you can feel his body begging for release. his cock is throbbing and his shoulder shake with every thrust of your hips. hes growing louder and louder, and his moans only spurred you on.
"go on, doll. release for me, dont you want to be good?" sampo nodded feverishly, bucking his hips harder against you. a few more harsh thrusts and he came suddenly, spurts of his cum covering the front of your desk. you gently sat him down in your leather chair that had previously been pushed aside, and admired your work. his hips were bruising in the delicious shape of your handprints, and his back was littered with hickeys and scratches from pushing him into the desk.
suddenly, you pushed him against the back of the chair, and his eyes widened as you wrap your hand around his cock. he was still coated in his own arousal, and you felt him begin to harden again in your hand.
"wha- what are you-"
"aw, you didn't seriously think i was done with you pretty boy, hmm?"
AUUUGH HES SO FIIINEEEE UHRHDHDBSH I AM NEW TO HONKAI BUT OHHHHH MYTYYTY GAAAAAUUUFUDDBKSNSJNDJDND I HOPE YALL ENJOYED THIS FILTH
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st4rrth0ughts · 4 months
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thinking abt big men being so cock drunk he begs for you to ruin him in public spaces :33
They cant get enough of you, its not their fault you fuck them so well! They follow you like a lost puppy, his voice soft and pleading, hands tugging your clothes as the wet patch in his pants grow ever so visible. Begging you to drag them into the bathroom, nearest deserted office, hell, they'll let you fuck them in the forest if you wanted to. They beg you to no end, whining as they kneel at your feet while you do paperwork, trying to hump himself on your thigh. So of course, you decide to indulge him.
Grab him and drag him into the nearest bathroom, watch him fumble with your belt, drag down your pants, and watch him gratefully take your length into his mouth, throat bulging as he struggles to take in your load when he sends you over the edge.
Lock (or don't) the both of you in a empty office, grab his ass and tease your finger over his neglected pussy, spread him open on the desk, get between his thighs and plunge your tongue into his depths, watch him gasp and squirm as your finger plays with his nub, and enjoy him crying out as he squirts from your ministrations.
Pin him to a tree that barely covers you two, rip off his clothes and push your thick cock into his wet clit. Watch him squeal and scream out in pure ecstasy as you fuck him raw against the tree, at risk of letting people walking by and hearing his slutty cries. Make him cum over and over on your cock, and fill him with your seed as he begs for you to fuck a kid in him. Savour how his eyes roll back, his tongue lolling out as he weakly leans against the tree while you hold him up, your strong hands combined with your fat cock splitting him in half making him loose his mind.
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scruus · 8 months
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playful slutty boys who send videos of them jerking off or fingering their tight hole on days you are busy in office. a lazy grin on their face with their legs spread wide apart for you to stare wide eyed through the screen while their hands rub up and down their sensitive chest, moaning out loud. they say the nastiest shit, “my hole is feeling so empty without you” or “my poor cock needs to be roughly slapped mommy”, while shamelessly wiggling their ass towards the camera. and when you get home all dizzy and extremely fucking horny, he sits on the couch all pretty in your hoodie with a tub of ice cream. eyes blinking innocently up at you, feigning the question, “what did i do?” before you drag their ass into bed to rail them hard.
ASMODEUS, CHILDE, suguwara, OIKAWA, atsumu, marius, GOJO, howl, KAEYA, venti, ayato, bakugou, DENKI, SAMPO
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angelsrcute · 2 months
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Imagine Sampo tied up as punishment while you fuck him with a dildo, pretty tears rolling down his eyes as he mumbles he can't cum anymore. Sampo who makes you promise this is the last round but you keep going on, he can handle it, can't he? cause he's your good boy. <3
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karteinss · 9 months
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I feel like Sampo would tease you with the sluttiest dresses he owns when he's on a mission, he'd rub his clothed back against your front, even putting his panties to the side to show you his hole clenching and unclenching on air. His pink puffy hole was revealed to you as he slightly bends over, when you finally saw a slight glance of it he immediately pulls his panties back.
He would love teasing you, even seduce in parties or events. He sometimes wouldn't even wear panties to go the events with you, trying to Rile you up. He loves seeing your bulge as he couldn't help shake his hips slightly, his clothed ass "accidentally" rubbing against your bulge.
“MNNFF...!!! [Y/N]~~...!! Anghhh— Y-Your cockkhhh...♡”
That night, all that was heard throughout your room was his screams, moans and whines as your cock was hitting the deepest parts of him— You eventually filled him up with copious amounts of cum, his stomach bloated as he was whimpering, his eyes clouded from the aftermath of such pleasure.
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venusscriptures · 1 year
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i jus…need to get this out of my head.,,..,his hips r so.,,.slutty,,..,(goes insane)
17+ below!!
He’s laying on the ground, hips stuttering pathetically as he whines, grabbing at your leg and begging you to keep stepping on him, to release this overbearing need to cum.
You quirk your brow, enjoying seeing the man who just sent you on a duck chase for some stupid errand that he was supposed to run.
“and why should i let you? i don’t see a good reason right now, you’ve been a very bad boy.”
He whines at that, shaking his head as tears welled up in his eyes, now sniffling as his shoulders shook.
“No no no please i’ll be a good boy, i won’t do it again i promise i won’t, i promisee”
Sighing, you leaned over him, detaching his head from your leg, watching the tears roll down his face as he searched your eyes for mercy.
“If I find you putting your responsibilities onto someone else, next time it’ll be for a week, understand?”
He whined and nodded, his hands tugging at your clothes.
“Yes yes i do just please let me cum i won’t do it again pleaseee-Ohhmm fuck!”
You pressed your foot against his crotch, slightly adding pressure as he moaned and whimpered, his hips undulating. With each grind, the dark spot on his boxers grew rapidly.
“Oh, oh fuck! Oohh fuck fuck! I’m gonna-!”
His eyes rolled back, his neck straining as he threw his head back, cumming hard in his underwear, the thick fluid dripping down from his tip, which you could slightly see from his waistband as his hips rose, twitching and shaking while he groaned and whined, overstimulating himself trying to draw out his orgasm as much as he could.
Panting, he leaned against your thigh, pressing his soft lips against the exposed skin, mumbling his thanks and rubbing his hands up and down your leg.
“I won’t ever do you like that ever again…thank you so much..”
Running your hand through his hair, you chuckled. He sure was worth it.
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missalt27 · 4 months
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Imagine You’re a rich guy and is Sampo’s sugar daddy. Slapping his cunt with money and a Bitcoin in his anal. Don’t forget his expensive lingerie covered with your cum and his pee making him bite your wallet leaving his teeth marks. FUCK
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sh1-n0bu · 7 months
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𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!
day 7: threesome with sampo and gepard from hsr
warnings: threesome, dacryphillia, overstimulation, praise, handjob, oral (gepard receiving), fingering, squirting, voyeurism
notes: both characters are the subs. traditional momma nobu style
heavily inspired by @icaruien’s sub suguru fic!!! go check it out!!!!
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never would have sampo expected himself to see the captain of the silvermane guards like this. the very same captain who diligently catches criminals left and right. the very same captain who keeps him on his toes. the very same captain who has fans and admirers of any age and gender.
the very same captain laid all bare on the bed as he cries and trashes about, moaning about how it was too much for him. he could see your hand working on his cock, angry red and weeping cum and pre from his slit and skillfully making the captain orgasm again on your hand. yet your hand doesn’t stop it’s ministration. if anything it only continues on with it’s former job, picking up the pace, making loud lewd squelching sounds alongside gepard’s whines to get louder in the dimly lit hotel room.
sampo recognized you. how could he not? you were one of the co-founders of the wildfire. a strong fighter, fearless leader and a great shoulder to lean on. the conman had a sort of a crush on you. you got his ass out of trouble many times without asking for anything back.
yet never would have sampo thought that he would see someone so professional and cold faced like yourself, here in the hotel room, making the captain of the silvermane guards whine and sob deliriously. he could feel his pants getting tighter by the sight, gulping down some of his saliva as gepard cries loudly only to be silenced by your lips.
was it wrong to watch? was it wrong to get hard from seeing the captain get absolutely debouched? was it wrong to.. wish that it was him there, being taken care of you instead of gepard?
“sampo” your voice suddenly calls out, catching the two men off guard. one was preparing apologies on being caught watching you get intimate with someone else while the other was burning up in shame but also arousal.
“come in here. i need your thought on something” you commanded, leaving no room for the conman to refuse as your hand stops fucking gepard’s weeping dick. swallowing, the blue haired man steps inside the hotel room as you ordered, locking the door behind himself.
seeing the captain being so red in the face, spread out all bare on the bed with tear stains on his cheeks and drool slipping from his lips made sampo all the more jealous. yet he doesn’t get it. why was sampo feeling jealous over gepard? you had no connection with him nor gepard. not that he knew off…
“our lovely captain here thinks that he can’t cum again but i say he can. what do you think? should i keep going and prove him wrong?” your voice calls out, snapping the thief from his daydreams of being the one instead of gepard.
briefly, the conman steals a glance towards gepard’s face and the two met eyes. he could see how deep down the captain had fallen into this hazy whirlwind of pleasure. there were tears gathering in his eyes, baby blue eyes looking all glazed over. fuck, sampo was hard.
“y-yes. i think he can. gepard has always been an overachiever, he can get another” the words are let out in an almost squeak of a voice, the one who said it trying to keep himself together while the one on the bed lets out a loud whine of betrayal.
smirking at sampo, you gently shush gepard’s whines. wiping away his tears with a gentleness the two never saw or heard of you before as you place a kiss to the captain’s forehead.
“sampo come here” the thief only nods. obeying your commands without a second thought. you give him another few sets of orders. getting on the bed, opening his mouth and to suck gepard off. sampo doesn’t know why but he follows along your orders.
“eeengk—! s-sampo! can’t… can’tcan’tcan’t—♡︎!” he could briefly hear gepard’s pleas as his thighs shut around his head, legs spasming and shaking violently from the former how many orgasms you’ve wrung out of the poor man.
you shush gepard’s cries with another kiss to his temple, before slipping a cum covered finger into his puckering hole. at that, gepard only trashes about even more, feeling the burning feeling in his stomach coil and tighten more.
“sampo, suck on his tip and press your tongue to the underside of his tip, okay?” you gently coo despite the two men whimpering and sobbing in the hotel room. oddly calm and collected even as gepard pleads for your mercy.
the thief does just as he’s told. sucking on gepard’s girthy tip, pressing his tongue to the vein on the underside. not too long after, gepard was squirting into his mouth with a loud keen.
aeons, if sampo was good enough would you do the same to him as well? if sampo got on your nerves enough, would you finger him? fucking his already weeping cock into your fist and make him squirt?
“you did good. both of you did good” you hum, pushing sampo’s head away and placing a kiss to gepard’s cheek gently. once the poor captain was taken care of and wiped clean with a warm towel, you turn to him with a certain glint in your eyes.
“i haven’t forgotten about you yet, pretty boy. pants down, on my lap” fuck, he could barely keep himself together before he’s stripping himself naked, climbing onto your lap with an eagerness of a puppy.
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st4rrth0ughts · 24 hours
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Blood stains your hands. The blade is warm and crimson.
Mangled remains of people you barely know lie around you like a ritual circle.
You step forward to the stunned figure.
You press your hands against their cheeks, staining them with blood as they breathes shakily.
“You wanted to know just how far I’d go for you, right?”
They shiver. Your voice is quiet but maniacal. Yes. They did ask just how far you’d go for them.
They let out something akin to a gasp and scream as they watch you plunge the blade into your heart.
The organ is beating in your hand. Still warm and alive. Their breathing increases sharply.
“I’d give my heart to you on a silver platter.”
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r0-boat · 11 months
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Could I request some dom!Sampo smut headcannons?
He's so pretty it makes me angry.
Dom!Sampo x gn!reader headcannons
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Nsfw below!
He'll make you fall apart underneath Him, and he'll enjoy every second of it, lightly tampering and toying with your body with his fingers, watching your body react and taking notes on what you like. Those pretty turquoise eyes of his will light up upon hearing you gasp when he pinches and twists your sensitive nipples. "oh? You like that?" Sampo will purr before licking his lips, wondering how you'll react when He licks and sucks on them.
Sampo love is giving you hickeys. Everywhere all over your neck, making them as visible as you would let him, and he loves watching you scramble to cover them up in the morning. If you gave him hickeys, he would wear them as if they were a badge. If he ever sees you out on the snowy streets of Belobog, then he notices that those lovely little marks of his are fading, he'll make sure that you're alone to drag you into an alleyway and press your whole body against the wall, his hands immediately going under your clothes as he feels you up while his mouth is directly on your neck. His clothed crotch grinding against your body, his shaking breath tickling your sensitive skin.
You have to stop him before he takes you right into this alleyway. Sampo didn't mind pulling his cock out of his pants just to slide inside you or grinding his naked cock against your sensitive parts until he came holding you against the wall, your legs wrapped around him, and silencing your moans with his mouth. But today, you had somewhere to be. He looked like a kicked puppy whining as you gently pushed him away when you felt a tent forming in his pants.
Sampo never liked waiting, especially when it came to you. He was impatient and needy; it was already made worse by his high libido. He likes sex, and he would never turn down a quickie from you, anytime anywhere if the two of you were alone in public he just give you that Sly smirk and whispered in your ear, "I could fuck you right here, make you feel real good while my hand covers your mouth so you don't scream too loud". When he saw that you were back home at your apartment, he didn't waste any time. Instead of using the door like a normal person, he climbed through your window. Good thing he's already done this before and he knew it was him or else you would have called an old friend of his from the Silvermane Guard.
Sampo talks during sex. His dirty talk will drive you wild, telling you every little impure thought in his mind making you fully aware of what you do to him. And what he'll do to you for making him feel like this.
Sampo normally takes his time with you his tongue and lips on every part of your skin. His hands roaming your body slowly peeling off your clothes, enjoying how close he is to you, enjoying how you feel against him. How good you feel when he slowly slides inside of you, feeling your walls clench when he waits for you to adjust to his size. He asks you if he feels good inside you if he's too big, or any other question but he knows makes you squirm.
However, if Sampo it's already pent-up, he'll skip the pleasantries, his hand around your neck as he forces you into the mattress, his teeth sinking into his lip as he rubs himself against your ass, ready to fuck you hard. He wants you to grab at the sheet and Scream his name, make him dumb by your walls milking his cock. Forcing the two of you to cum over and over till the two of you can't move anymore. As much as he loves to make you drool on his cock he prefers taking things slow, having your hands feel him up while he pulls you into his lap. Whispering dirty things and sweet nothings in your ear. Moaning in delight when your hips growing down on him.
He loves moving your body into new positions, whether to go deeper or fuck harder. But his favorite will forever be the classic mercenary position. Where he can watch every reaction you give him, he'll be the first to see your eyes well up with tears when you're overwhelmed with pleasure or when your back arches when you cum. If you try to cover your your face with his arms, he'll just grab them with one hand and pin them over your head.
His favorite thing to do is lap up your mixed juices after he came on you. He adores the way your breath hitches and shakes as you watch him lick up his own cum mixed with your own.
Sampo takes great pride in making sure you're satisfied even though you're not really into the same Kinks as him he'll try his best to include them in his dirty talk.
Speaking of Kinks there is nothing that gets him more complex than Mind Break, Corruption Kink, and Free Use. Turning you into nothing but a Mindless fuck toy, well, you could do nothing but nod your pretty little head when he demands cum on his cock. Ruining you for anyone else with his fat cock, making sure you never even think about another man. Sampo can fully break you, he could last all day if he really wanted to and still have enough energy for tomorrow, and he's into that too( Marathon sex).
Sampo will always make sure you know you're safe because he wants to treat you like you're just a doll to be used. His hands speaking your ass until it's red, or maybe him choking you while he pounds your pathetic hole. One of his biggest fantasies is literally tying you down for the rest of the day and using you however he pleases, whenever he pleases, until you stop thinking.
When he's finally done with you, he wraps his arms around you and kisses you Softly, Whispering against your hair, asking if you'd like anything; he'd ask if he was too rough, too hard, too harsh. Your satisfaction is his utmost priority. It always will be.
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l1tw1ck · 10 months
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bottom ftm sampo x top masc reader
afab language used
cw: desk sex, daddy kink, pregnancy mention, creampie, squirting
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Just thinking about Sampo being an undercover scammer trying to scam rich reader
he'd get himself into a club you frequent and he'd be disguised, wearing a sexy red dress to seduce you.
Sampo rubs his ass against your crotch, looking back at you with a smirk on his face. Scamming someone who's not 40 years old or over is a nice change of pace for Sampo. He's glad you're at least young and attractive. Who knows how your personality is. "I've never seen you around before, is this your first time?" You ask. "I'm [Name]."
"Mhm. Sampo. I'm visiting the area, I hope you can make my time here worthwhile~"
"I could definitely do that for you, Sampo."
"How about you give me a tour of your house...and I'll give you a tour of my body." He winks. He plans on taking note of every valuable item you have and somehow stealing as much as he can once you're asleep.
"It's a deal."
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"Aah~!" Sampo moans as you ram into him mercilessly, his hands gripping the edge of your office desk. The front of his dress is pushed down to free his tits, which are being groped by you right now. "Oh– Fuh- fuck~!" He wasn't expecting this to feel good! Sure you're attractive but most rich guys are terrible at sex! Talk about breaking stereotypes!
"You like it here, sweetheart?" You bring your hand down to his clit and rub it.
"Hh- Yes~! Feels so good, Daddy~!" He cries, nodding rapidly. He's completely forgotten about his original goal. "Gonna make me co- come~!" He feels like a pornstar but he doesn't care, it feels too fucking good to care about anything.
"What about me? Can I come inside you, baby?" You ask, reaching your own peak as well.
Sampo usually charges extra for creampies but for you? You can have whatever you want. "Yes~! Knock me up, Daddy~!" He rolls his eyes back, squirting. He isn't opposed to the consequences and he doesn't mind the idea of becoming your trophy husband. You slow down and shove your length deep inside him, coating his insides white with your cum.
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simping-overload · 7 months
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sampos tango
commission for @pickingpixel
First time writing smut! I like how it turned out.
summary: sampo manages to drag you into a naked wrestling tournament.
tags: dom/sub understones, naked wrestling, gay, male reader, bottom reader, top sampo, reader is not trailblazer.
word count: 2,759 | ao3 link
ヾthis is a multi-fandom blog that is designed for mlm/nbmlm identifying readers! so if you're female or fem alligened, please do not follow or interact with my mlm related post!! you will be blocked if you do not heed this warning ゛
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You stare at the wrinkled flyer in your hand, rereading the headline for the 15th time. It an advertisement for a naked wrestling tournament? The contesents were allowed to do whatever they wanted with the opponent. Whoever wins gets a grand prize of 10,000 credits.
You look up at Sampo with a disgruntled look, "There is no way in hell I am doing this."
Sampo chuckles, slinging an arm around your shoulder, ignoring the way you sqirum under his touch. "Well, my dear, you don't have much of a choice. After all, you did lose the bet, and I have your agreement to it in writing." He says, wrapping himself further around you, pinning you to his chest. "We both know the things I can do to you if you try and back out."
He uses his other hand to tilt your head up towards him, the devious glint his eyes make the hairs on the back of your neck stand tall. You simply nodded your head to the forced agreement. His signature grin returns, and he realses you from his death grip of a hold.
Sampo clasps his hands together, "Wonderfull, my dear! Just make sure to be early. We wouldn't want you to be late after all." He turns on his heel, slipping back into the shadows, disappearing from view.
You stood there for a few more moments thinking things over. You didn't think that single simple piece of paper would have such a control over you. However, it would've been far worse if Sampo wanted it to be. You really need to stop associating yourself with him, even your colleagues, disprove of him.
They say you shouldn't trust him. He's a con artist, and he has so many enemies that probably will become yours one day. Although there's just something about him... probably just the charm of a con artist. He just seems like someone you want to keep close for whatever reason that may be.
You turn on your heel, heading into the direction of your home. Preparing for whatever shit shows you just got yourself into.
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The place was swarming with over and underworlders alike, some you even recognized, but thankfully, none has recognized you yet. You make your way through the crowd, trying to get a glimpse of the blue hair con. For such a tall man, he is difficult to spot.
You approach the check-in desk, and there are two identical looking workers who seem to be nothing but tight boxer briefs and a name tag stuck to their muscled chest. They greet you in synch.
"Hi, I think I'm supposed to check in here? My names (Y/N) and I'm supposed to be one of the uh contestants." You managed to stammer out, trying not to get caught having your eyes anywhere but theirs.
The one on the left, Jax, begins scanning through the list while the other, Max, eyes you up and down.
"So, who dragged you into this? You don't look like you'd sign up for yourself willingly."
You sigh, shifting your weight, "I lost a bet, and I was wondering if a man named Sampo checked in? He's tall with blue hair."
Max nods and points behind you, "I think that's your guy."
Jax holds out a pen and paper out towards you, "Before you run off, we need you to sign this. It's just a consent form of what could happen during the matches."
You sign the papers quickly, thanking both of them before going to Sampo, who is leaning against a pillar scrollling in his phone. He seemed to notice your approach, making his way to you.
"Good to see you, my friend! Hope you're ready. " He grins, grabbing your hand and tugging you along with him. He brings you to what looks like to be a dressing room that only has empty hanging racks and a few of body oils spread along the counter.
Sampo clasps hands together, sly grin etched onto his face, "Well, for the first order of business, Strip."
This makes you choke on your own spit in surprise, "Can we at least go over how these rounds are gonna go and general rules too before you see me naked?"
"It's simple. It's elimination based. You defeat your opponents and climb your way up to victory. The matches are timed, so whoever is on the ground at the end loses." Sampo starts to explain and gestures to you to start removing your clothing.
You start with your shirt, shivering when the cold hair hits your skin. You slip off your shoes and socks, shivering more as your feet touch the cold tiles. While you're undoing your pants, you ignore how Sampos gaze falls on your crotch.
"I won't be participating in these matches. I won't be able to stop anyone from doing certain... things to you. So you need to make sure you dont allow anyone to get the upper hand." He places your shirt and pants on the counter, sliding your shoes and socks under.
You stop on the waist band of your boxers, nervous. You've never been naked in front of someone you knew personally. The only people that'd seen you naked are random hook-ups.
Sampo notices your hesitation, "If you're worried about being judged. Don't be. I've seen my fare share of dicks. I highly doubt yours will disappoint."
The comment made the blush on your face grow brighter. With a shakey breath, you slip out of your boxers.
"Well, that wasn't so bad. Was it? You're pretty decant size, too...nothing to be ashamed about."
"It's more embarrassing than bad, honestly. This is the first time I'll be naked in front of such a large crowd."
Sampo turns for a moment, grabbing a random bottle of body oil. "You'll be fine~ Most of the contesents are new to this too. No ones gonna judge you."
"Now, we have to smother this all over you, aside from your hands and feet, of course. Do you want to do it or me?" Sampo asks, leaning back in his chair, his eyes not so stubly trailing up your body.
"I'll do it, thanks, but you'll have to get my back. Also... I saw on the waver that people would try and have sex with their opponents? How would that even work. I thought these matches were timed." You ask, taking the bottle from his hand as you turn away from him. You put the oil on your hand, giving it a sniff. It was a subtle semll of coconut. At least you'll smell good.
"Yes, though, that matches are timed, 3 minutes each. If the pair starts to do the deed, they'll extend it to 5 so the audience can have a good show. You might even be able to see the audience getting off to it themselves. But if you're not going to do it, the matches stay the same, and as long as you have the person pinned down for a few seconds, you'll win."
You hummed, listening to him talk as you spread the oils on you. You start with the legs, making your way to your dick, quickly going over before pulling away and grabbing more oil.
You move to your torso and sides, lathering them up generously. You reach your shoulders when you feel bare hands lay themselves on your hips.
You freeze up for a moment, leaving your hands to rest on your tense shoulders. You don't even try to look up at Sampo as he begins to run his hands on your sides.
He rubs the oils into the skin even more, moving to drag the access on your lower back, dangerously close to your rear. He pulls his hand away for a meer second before pouring the oil on his hand and spreading it along your back.
The way his hands glide along your back, spreading the oils into every nook and cranny it can reach. You resist the urge to fall putty under his skilled hands.
It's a few more seconds before his hands leave your back. You nearly whined at the loss of contact.
A voice suddenly came over the rooms speakers, "All contestants, please make your way to the rink. You have 5 minutes."
You look at Sampo, who's just finished drying off his hand with an old rag. He makes his way to the door and beckons you to follow.
You follow him silently, keeping your gaze to the ground as you walk by the other naked contesents. You'd rather not get a face full of someone's junk.
You narrowly miss bumping into Sampo when he stops. Peaking out behind his large frame, you set your eyes on the wrestling ring. Stars, it was huge. So was the crowd.
If they were closer, you could've sworn they'd blown out your eardrums.
"Well, it's game time. Are you ready?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Good. Make sure to show them who they're dealing with. The most important thing to do is win. Just do that, and those credits are ours." Sampo grins, pushing your forward into the arena.
You go to stand next to the line of contesents. Head up tall, not letting your gaze leave the crowd.
With a few announcements from the host you couldn't bother focusing on, the matches has begun. You tap your foot in anticipation, snapping out of your trance when your name is called.
"(Y/N) and Kody, please come to the stage!"
You and a very burly man make your way up the ring. You shake hand before the match begins. He gets the first hit on you, making you quickly learn that he is top heavy. You dodge the next attempt to tackle you. Moving out of the way fats enough to grip the back of his neck and slam him on the ground, making sure to force your entire body weight onto him.
The referee calls it before you send off the ring, waiting for your turn again. Sampo was right about those who tried and sometimes succeeded in having sex. They even still had cum dripping out of their holes and dicks.
Your matches didn't last long, not long enough for someone to successfully grab your dick anyway.
You reach the end smoothly, standing on the back of your last opponent as the crowd chants your name.
The chant slowly dies down when a certain blue hair con artist makes his way to the rink, the spot light shining on his naked body.
The announcers cackle over the speakers, "You guys couldn't have thought that we weren't gonna end this without a bang. Now give it up for Sampo, one of our longest running contesents! Let's see if our new hotshot can win."
You step off of the man under you, staring at the blue-eyed bastard in front of you.
He grins mischievously, "I knew you'd make it this far. Now, let's see if you can make it past me."
You don't know what to say, thoughts getting interrupted as the referee begins the match. Sampo is quick to advance, throwing you against the borders of the ring, nearly making you fall through the ropes. He grabs you in a choke hold, pressing himself against you.
You claw and scratch at his arm, freezing for a split second when he rubs himself against you. You lean forward before quickly reversing and slamming into Sampo.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!"
You managed to get Sampo off his feet and back on the ground. Slipping out of the hold, you move to pin his arms down and attempt to pin his long legs with yours.
"Just having a little fun, of course. Plus, it looks like I'm not the only one getting excited." Sampo chuckles, looking down at your harden dick.
Your head snaps down, checking to see if it was true. By the time you processed the truth, you were flipped over by Sampo.
He pins your arms with one hand, using his other to hold your hip down. He rubs himself against your, agonizingly slow.
"Sampo..." You whimper, already getting worked up. You internally curse yourself for becoming undone so quickly. You attempt to create more friction by rubbing yourself against him but fail as the hand on your hips doesn't allow you to move.
Sampo grin doesn't falter, if anything it judt grows. He leans towards you, noses almost touching.
"Yes, my dear?" Sampo asks with a teasing tone.
"Please..." You whimper out, desprate for his touch.
"Please, what? You'll have to use your words. C'mon now .." Sampo uses his thumb to rub at the dips of your hips. As if trying to be encouraging.
Sampo gazes down at you, his eyes feel like they can see your soul.
"Please fuck me, Sampo."
Sampo chuckles, taking his hand off your hip, not minding the way you start grinding your dick against his. He cups your face and gives you a soft pat before slipping two of his fingers into your mouth.
"Be a good boy and get those all nice and wet. Don't leave it dry."
You obliged, eagerly sucking off his fingers. Some of your saliva dripped its way out of your mouth and onto the floor. Sampo moves to rub himself against you again. Instead of your dick he chooses to run himself underneath your balls, having a hunch that's one of the places that you're sensitive.
Indeed, your were, the muffled moan around his fingers made it clear. This causes a tiny bit of your precum to start to drip out of your tip.
Sampo gives his hand a slight tug, a small warning before pulling his drenched fingers away from your mouth.
He moves his hand downward towards your hole. He lines his finger up with it, looking up at you for confirmation. You nod quickly.
Throwing your head back when he pushes inside, your walls tighten around him. He thrusts it in and out, letting you get used to the feeling before adding the other.
He adds the second in, despite the tightness he manages to scissor and curl his fingers. At this point, you're a drooling mess. Not at all used to his heavenly feeling. You can feel that certain knot in your stomach tighten.
You look up at Sampo, pleading eyes displaying how desprate you are for him. "Sampo, please... I need you in me so bad."
Sampo is glad he deemed you stretched out enough to take him and the way you say his name makes him want to pound you into the ground.
He slips his fingers out, admiring your the way your hole clenches around nothing. He lines his dick up, pushing in slowly. Enjoying the way you tighten around him.
You moan loudly, fuck... he felt huge, making you feel so full and good already.
He bottoms you out, balls slapping against your ass. He relases your wrists from his hold, placing his hands on either side of your head as he looks at the stomach bulge and back up at you.
You press one of your hands down on the bulge, liking the way it shapes into your skin. Sampo takes this as the queue to begin moving.
He starts out slow and hard before gradually going faster. Soon, the only thing you can focus on is the way he keeps hitting your prostate perfectly.
He moves your legs, putting them into a matting press as he thrusts deeper. He dives down, catching his lips with yours. Swallowing the sound of the beautiful sounds you let out.
His thrusts start to become erratic and sloppy as he fucks you, a sign that he's reaching his peak. You are as well.
You wrap your arms around Sampo, pressing your forehead against his, your last clouded eyes lock with his. "Fuck, Sampo I gotta cum so bad."
"Yeah I do too, let's cum together yeah?"
You nod eagerly.
"1,2,3...fuck. Baby, you feel so good." Sampo groans out, realsesing his load into you, pressing right against your protaste as he does so. You cum in long spurts, it landing mostly on your chest but some on his aswell.
He slowly takes his dick out of you once he's finished. Letting your shakey legs back onto the mat. He kisses you once more, mumbling sweet praises as he rubs your thigh.
He looks up at the referee proud and carefree look on his face.
"The winner is: Sampo!"
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tearsofcalamity · 8 months
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mr. cold feet p2
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⊹ character(s). sampo koski ⊹ genre. n/sfw ⊹ tags. gn!afab!reader (no prns, but reader has female anatomy), dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!sampo, riding, dacryphilia, overstimulation, slight edging, slight degrading, reader calls sampo puppy/slut/whore, sampos a whimperer we all know it, reader's kinda mean but sampo likes it
congrats... you found my little side blog .... ;3 head on over to meaningofaeons for p1, but this can be read standalone! also, trying a diff writing style for this blog ^w^
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a nice reservation at the goethe hotel, all on sampo's dime.
the nice thing though, really, was having such an insufferable man trapped beneath you, stuck between you and the bed.
it was only fitting that he be in such a position after all the trouble he'd caused you.
seeing him whimper wasn't all that bad either.
"p-please," sampo murmured, a vice grip on your wrist as you ran your hand over his tent, just barely giving him the slightest twinges of pleasure with each motion.
you'd had him like this for well over a half an hour, and you could see the tears gathering in his eyes.
even with the minimal stimulation, he'd gotten quite close to cumming a few times, before you noticed and brutally ripped away all pleasure from him.
"w-when— hah— when I invited you back here, mm... it w-wasn't for this, sweetheart..." sampo tries to coax you, putting on his best puppy-dog eyes. his attempt is interrupted as his brows pull together when you rub particularly slowly over his clothed tip, agonizing with every motion.
"cute names won't get you anywhere, koski. I'm sick of your schemes. you nearly got me in trouble with pela and the other guards last time."
"I sa—aah, ah!—said I'm sorry!" he cries between huffs, giving an experimental buck into your hand. the moment he does so, he freezes up, your darkened eyes sending a shiver up his spine.
"you did, huh? you said you're sorry..." you hum contemplatively, and the man eagerly cants his hips forward again, taking any opening he can.
he almost regrets his cheekiness when you plant both hands on the openings at his hips and push, shoving him further into the plush of the mattress. he whines at the loss of your hand on his hard on, but the pout he dons is immediately replaced by a wolflike grin when you practically tear at his pants to get them off.
"then I suppose you deserve some kind of reward for apologizing. don't you think?"
"y-yes, haah, please—mm, yes!" he whines like a dog in heat, twitching at every slight brush against his cock. you yank his boxers off next, and you don't know if you've ever seen sampo look so happy.
"please! please!" he chants over and over.
"so polite, sampo. such a good boy."
so, you give him what he wants.
precum practically oozes from his tip as he wretchedly thrusts into the air, giving you just the slide you needed to start jerking him off with vigor. he lets out a howl of pleasure, his hands grasping at the sheets, tearing at them as you moved your fingers in a ring up and down his shaft.
schlick, schlick, schlick
he's panting, whining, moaning, not even half sure what to do with himself as you lean down and let your tongue writhe into his slit.
sampo almost reaches to grasp at your hair, to try and get your mouth to move just a bit further down, but even through his hazy thoughts he knows there's a high chance of you ripping away all pleasure should he try such a thing.
as if sensing his desperation and granting him a sliver of mercy, you take his cockhead into your mouth, sucking hard and lashing your tongue across it over and over.
the bitter taste of his pre hits your tastebuds, but it's outweighed by the sweet yelp he lets out.
"more—more, please! y/n, please, please—" sampo's expression is completely fucked out when you glance up at him, tear tracks already prevalent on his cheeks as his tongue nearly lolls out of his mouth.
"g-gonna cum! please—hah! please! cumming! 'm cumming!"
right... he always was pretty easy. or maybe that's just the effect you have on him.
to his amazement, you only speed up your motions, his wanton cries heard and appreciated as his load spills past your lips. he's panting heavily, desperate to catch his breath, a dazed smile on his face as he stares down at you with adoration.
his smile quickly falls at your cruel smirk. then, your hand begins moving again.
"w-wait, wait—ah! ah! wait!" he begins pleading, eyes blown wide as you pick up your pace, thumb digging into his slit now in place of your tongue. he grits his teeth, throwing his head back and exposing his pretty white neck to you as he lets out a loud moan.
you lean up as you jack him off, pressing yourself against his chest as he writhes in place, biting his lip hard. he's sniffling already, the soft noises punctuated by the moans he's letting slip.
"y/n, p-please, hurts, please," sampo begs, pulling his best teary, pitiful gaze on you. it's interrupted by another particularly long stroke, his mouth falling open as he struggles against you. "please! can't—"
"oh, yes you can," you smile wickedly, wringing more cries out of him. he grips the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white, eyes rolling back into his head as you bite down on his neck, leaving a nice mark on his pretty flesh.
eventually, the conman's whines and begs for you to stop devolve into mindless ramblings, his pleads shifting to asking for more once again as you bring him closer and closer to the edge, one hand circling his head while the other covers every inch of his shaft.
less cum spurts out from his spent cock once that coil in his belly snaps for the second time, the release leaving him trembling beneath your form.
"'m sorry... 'm sorry, so sorry—" sampo whimpers, flinching as you wipe his tears away, lip pouty, eyes shining. "won't... hah... won't ever do it again, please..."
the poor fool, in too much of a daze, doesn't even notice you lining up your entrance with his, not until you take him all in in one fluid motion.
his head flies back into the pillow again, the pain more prominent alongside the pleasure this time around thanks to your prior ministrations. your walls squeeze around his dick, and sampo moans despite himself, hands finding purchase on your hips.
he begins haphazardly thrusting up into you, catching you by surprise. but it only brings another grin to your face as you watch his eyes roll back again.
"oh? poor, dumb puppy," you huff out, immediately slamming your hips against his, causing him to cry out. his expression has formed into a nice, fucked-dumb smile, a pretty flush on his cheeks as he pants and grasps at your flesh. "you got all the cum wrung out of you, yet you're still so desperate for the little bit of pleasure you can chase. so pathetic. and here I thought you 'didn't invite me here for this.'"
"haah... haah, yes, mm— please, please," sampo whines, graciously accepting your lips as you kiss him sloppily, moving against him with vigor.
"can't even respond properly? too fucked out, slut?"
the blue-haired man nods, going for another kiss. you only grab his chin, pushing his head into the pillow as you quicken your motions. his cock slides in and out of you with ease, grazing that spot in you that makes your toes curl.
"come on. tell me what you are. or are you too dumb to do that? huh, sampo?"
you grind yourself down onto sampo, and he grabs onto you tighter. you can tell by the tears welling up in his lovely green eyes that he's about to cum again.
wet noises fill the space between you two as your juices mix with his cum-soaked cock, an unbearable heat just waiting to be quenched as you speed up.
"ah— please! gonna—"
"that's not what I asked, whore."
your hips slow, and his eyes are on yours immediately, pleading, desperate, begging you with his gaze alone to not stop.
"no! n-no! 'm sorry! I'm—"
"say it."
"I'm..." sampo bites his lip, tossing his head back again when you grind down, chasing your own pleasure. he moans with abandon. "I'm your slut, I'm your slut, pl-please, please, make me cum, fuck! fuck! please, make me cum! lemme cum!"
his words begin to slur together, and you laugh in his face, your cruelty punctured by a groan from your lips as you feel your own peak getting closer.
"all right, all right. go on, sampo," you tease, licking a stripe up his neck and painting his flesh with marks.
"ah— ah! ah! c-cumming! g-gonna—"
poor sampo can't even finish his sentence before his grasp becomes bruising, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as his thrusts go sloppy, his creamy seed filling you to the brim and spilling out past your cunt, overflowing.
you bite your lip, riding out your own high, gushing onto his cock as his warmth pumps inside of you.
you never would've expected he'd have that much left to give after before, but you always did get him going in a way you could never predict.
sampo is completely spent after that, his breathing desperate and haggard as he falls back onto the sheets. you spend a few moments catching your own breath, tousling his blue locks as he stares up at you with glistening eyes.
"so mean to me," he murmurs, burying his face into your neck. you only chuckle.
"as if you didn't lure me in here for all of this to begin with. you knew I wouldn't be merciful."
"lure you in?! hah!" sampo has the audacity to huff and sound offended. "the gall. I invited you here for a lovely, date-like evening, and yet—"
you cut him off when you slowly move to get off of him, his words trailing off as his eyes follow the cum dripping out of your cunt.
"sampo?"
"hey, y/n..." the blue-haired man regains his energy, moving to push your knees apart and slot himself right between your thighs, looking up at you from below. his grin is foxlike. "would ya be opposed to your good buddy sampo cleaning you up a little? y'know, to pay you back for before... the whole mr. cold feet thing, and all..."
your surprise turns into a little laugh, immediately reaching forward to grab and tug on his hair. sampo looks all-too pleased with the action, humming pleasurably as he already began nipping and kissing at your inner thighs, wet with your slick.
"well, who would I be to decline the first well-intentioned offer I've ever received from the sampo koski?"
sampo pouts a bit at that, but quickly huffs out a small moan as his cock grazes the bedsheets, his stamina returning with the prospect of eating you out good.
"I'll do my best to repay the favor~"
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