lilspaceycadet

[lilspaceycadet]

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.

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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.

©following works belongs to risenwrites, do not repost, modify, plagiarize, translate, or share on other platforms. comments, likes, and reblogs appreciated!

[lilspaceycadet]

MY HUSBAND

HUSBAND! SABO x WIFE! FEM! READER | Sexual Content

A/N: I love this man and he deserves more content. So as his wife, I present to you this meant-to-be drabble. I so desire he’d do to me. Enjoy. 😩

CW: Modern AU, Mild Cursing, Voyeurism, Somnophilia, Humping, Stress Sex, Toys, Fingering, Degrading, BDSM, Master/Sub Dynamics, Overstimulation, Glove Kink, Breeding Kink, Baby Talk, Cunnilingus, and other Kinks!

WC: 1.8k

♥ COMING HOME!

Sabo loves coming home to his beloved lover. You always surprise him asleep or not, it’s a relief to see you on your shared bed— moaning just for him.

He can come home very late, and daresay tired too. So when he arrives, it’s to his pleasure that he sees you tossing and and turning in your sleep— your lips trembling and voice moaning his name. Surely you can’t be having a nightmare, mostly because of that shade of pink on your cheeks and that little damp patch on your panties.

Sabo would sometimes watch from the armchair in the corner of the bedroom, enamored at the way your body clung to the sheets of the bed. If he's lucky enough, he'd see you grinding and humping the sheets, picturing that it was his body you're trying to fuck.

Other times, when he wants to let off some steam, he'd be nice and whisper to your ear, "Baby, you wanna fuck me instead?" And of course, your eyes would flutter open.

"S-sabo?" you murmur, rubbing your eyes awake, "Why-?" Your husband would shush you, using his body weight to pin you to the mattress, "Just relax, I need someone pretty like you to help me with my little problem- and I suppose yours as well."

His gloved hand would sneak down south, rubbing against your wet panties in a sweet gesture. But don't be fooled, when he's truly upset he will use you as his little cumdump, immediately changing attitudes.

"You're my fucking slut, my fucking wife." The blond would hiss, his fingers digging to the plush of your hips as he rammed his cock into you. Your sweet cries and mewls edged him more as he gritted his teeth, you were so perfect for him.

Your hands would grasp at the sheets, your figure sweaty as it bounced to his thrusts. You didn't mind this, you loved it. Your teary eyes would see your beautiful husbands abs flex and his strong arms strain to fuck you like a fleshlight.

“B-Bo! I love you, I-I love you-“ you’d moan, back arching as you felt your release shudder through you. Your husband wouldn’t care; he’s too focused in shoving his cum back inside you, and repeating it until you’ve drenched the sheets.

There would be other nights where you’re not asleep, and more needy. Your legs would be spread open, your hands busy with your rose toy or dildo to relieve yourself.

You wouldn’t notice your man coming home, or the fact that it was so late at night. Your heavy pants and wet squelches of your pussy were audible in the room, your voice begging for Sabo to help you.

The man, like a good husband, would be there already. He’d smile, cooing at you to keep going and then he’d help you. His leather gloves would tease your folds, “guiding” your toy so you could cum faster, “There you go sweetheart, yes….good girl.”

Oh but he loves it when you grab his wrist, using his hand instead to shove inside your entrance. You’d beg, “Please ‘bo, I need you so baddd…..!” You’d pout, and only then would he help you— curling his fingers to your spongey walls and using his thumb to rub gentle circles on your clit. “Such a needy partner, aren’t you?”

But he has his bad days, and he won’t hesitate to “punish” you. Though again, you love it when he’s mean. It means he gets to be more rougher with you— the thought alone made your thighs quiver.

“Without me tonight sweetheart?”

Your drooling lips would close immediately, your doe eyes shooting up to see your husband crossing his arms.

“B-baby? I-I thought you were gonna come-“

“I came just in time then.” He’d approach you, and you’ve learned to not stop when he’s caught you. You’d spread your legs, letting him grab hold of the toy.

“Such a naughty wife, aren’t you? At least it’s better than being with another man…” He’d chuckle, but would immediately glare up, “Right?”

“I-I would never cheat on you ‘bo!” you gasped, “I couldn’t-“ You wouldn’t be able to finish your sentence as he immediately shoved your toy back in, setting a tough pace as he snickered.

“You’d never? I find it hard for a pretty woman like you not to shoot eyes at someone else…are you sure there’s no one out there that looks better than me?”

He wouldn’t be able to get a response from you, nothing but squeaks as you covered your mouth. The blond would climb on the bed, one hand keeping your toy burried inside you— and the other holding your ankles up to bend your body.

Sabo would press a kiss on your ankle, only to nip its skin after. You would squirm in his hold, finding it difficult to breathe as your orgasm threatened to leave you spasming.

Your husband would push your legs forward, forgetting the toy as leaned to your ear,

“Don’t cum, not until I give you a lesson.”

You would whimper, nodding your head obediently as he sent a spank on your puffy folds.

“Y-yes sir.”

♥ HOT NIGHTS!

Sabo can be very good at sex. Afterall, what use is a husband if he can’t please his wife right? You just know that the moment the door is closed, you’ll meet a new person.

You’d find yourself prepping for the night— candles and roses, along with some pretty lingeries. You’d change the bed sheets to a nice dark red, and of course, set out some toys for him to use.

You’d sit on the bed, humming to yourself as you tried to look sexy. It wasn’t the first time, but you always treated the moment as if it always was.

Sabo would come in, fresh from the shower as he gaped, “Oh? You want to…tonight?” You didn’t have to say more as he took off his towel, revealing his steaming body. It was salivating.

That’s when you would voluntarily start the session, but when he does it? Make sure you come in ready, because you married a very kinky man.

You’d come back from the grocery store, unpacking everything as you hum happily to yourself. You wouldn’t be aware that your husband is already home, watching you from the couch in his leather pants and gloves.

Only when you heard a snap you would turn, seeing his black crop snap again with a flick of his wrist. His locks were slicked back, eyes lidded as he mansplained on the seat. His gloved fingers would motion you forward, and you would be obedient.

In days like these, he’d make sure to treat you well after. I mean, he can’t fuck someone who’s been torn— he has to build you up again!

“Such a good slutty wife, aren’t you?” he’d tease, his fingers deep in your mouth as it pressed on your tongue. His crop would send a smack to your cunt, and another after— only to go back to gentle pats. You couldn’t see anything, and gargled in response.

Your arms couldn’t do anything for you either; the restraints had your legs open and your arms pulled back with it. You knew there was little red marks on your skin, due to the crop— but it didn’t hurt. In fact, it only made your essence drip down more to the puddle under you.

Sabo has yet to touch you, only using his tools to get you prepped. Something soft started to trail down your body, was it the feather again? It brushed on your nipple, and then to your sopping cunt. You couldn’t close your legs with its tickle, making you moan.

“You like that?”

The feather was taken away, and so was his fingers, “S-sabo?” you squeaked. You finally felt his hands roam your body, and down south.

Sabo watched the way your body flinched— oh how innocent you looked like this. He used his hands to spread your pussy lips, and with delight, used his tongue to lap up all your mess.

You mewled and jerked your hips, gasping as you enjoyed yourself. He would work miracles with it, twirling and sucking softly. But he can’t be that nice.

His teeth nibbled at your clit, and his fingers found purchase on your pussy. You stopped singing and instead panicked, “W-wait not that! Please—“

“Not what? This?”

He immediately shoved his index and middle finger inside— curling them deliciously as the others rested on the cusp of your ass. You let out a strangled shout, feeling him speed up and use his dragon claw to rip out another release from you within seconds. He knew that the action alone would make you dumb, seeing how you couldn’t even complain.

Sabo laughed and moved his body up, keeping his hand to assault your heat, “Should I speed it up? Or should I make it stronger?” Both options were terrible: faster would mean a never ending orgasm with a shuddering effect— and to make it stronger meant literally tearing your cunt.

“I-I…!!”

His mouth latched on your neck, kissing and biting the skin to leave a visible hickey. Your breaths were getting more ragged as you struggled, and a trickle of drool was running down your chin.

“You have three seconds before I do both. Choose now sweetheart, it’s your pussy not mine.”

♥ HIS LANGUAGE!

Sabo has different ways to say “I love you” to his wife, many which include physical and verbal actions. He LOVES to show you off by the way.

Whether it be in public or not, he’s always going to give you a kiss on your knuckles. He considers it a gentleman act.

The blond is also big on smacking your ass, but only when he’s bored and wants you to blush like mad! “Why did you do that??!!” you hiss, rubbing your bum as you tried to smack at his. He’d dodge and walk away with a grin, “I love you.” Well you can’t stay mad.

He also loves hugging you randomly, his hand caressing yours with the ring, “I’m so lucky to have you.” He would sigh, doubting how he even won your heart. But that’s why you’re there. You would kiss his cheek, nuzzling into his neck, “Because I feel in love with you, Sabo.”

You would often spend time with him after intimacy— kissing each of his scars and saying you love them each time. Your fingers would trace hearts on his skin, telling him how he’s so pretty.

He’d also do the same, but with your tummy after he’s filled you up. “Do you think the baby will be blond if we had one? I want a blond baby like me.” he whispers, kissing the flesh, “I know you’ll make a perfect mother for them.” “Them?!” you’d gasp, playfully pulling his locks. “Yeah, after how many times I fucked you. I won’t be suprised if you had triplets.”

“I love you so much, remember that ‘bo .”

Sabo would look up at you, grinning as he kissed your belly again. His arms held your waist as you played with his hair, making small curls as you wrapped them around your finger.

“I love you too, baby.”

🏷️: @downforsanji (it’s me and my hubby sis 😣) ©following works belongs to STEPHIS, do not repost, modify, plagiarize, translate, or share on other platforms. comments, likes, and reblogs appreciated!

[lilspaceycadet]

Okay, when I first read this I was literally left breathless like holy heck this is so good ahhhhh! The ending had me wanting to read more isjeidnficje

ᴴᴼᴿᴿᴼᴿᵀᴼᴮᴱᴿ ᵂᴱᴱᴷ ² 𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌 2: 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝙎𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙧! 𝙇𝙖𝙬 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌 1: 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 | 𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌 2: 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝑶𝒖𝒕

𝑪𝑾: Cursing, Mentions of Gore/Knives/Death, Capture, Bondage, Mild Somnophilia, Fingering, Hand Kink (?), Manhandling, Missionary, Degrading, Dumbification, Overstimulation, Possesive! Law, and other Suggestive Material

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𝑰𝑴𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪

Night had since dawned as you waited outside your dorm for Law, who promised to pick you up. Where was that bastard now? You fidgeted with your shirt –well his shirt– before deciding to go off on your own. 

You held your skateboard down the dorm stairs and to the campus grounds. Setting it down, you rode your way to the morgue. Perhaps your boyfriend may be there? A smirk formed on your face, you should come in…quietly.

After all, what he does in his alone time is unknown to you. Does he jerk himself off alone? Does he watch porn? Does he play video games like a total nerd on stream? The possibilities were endless.

You approached the building progressively, the tall and eerie structure welcoming you for another night. However, the moment had other plans. From the north, a car was visible– speedily driving to the side of the morgue. You hid then, tucking your skateboard away as you peeked through the black trees. 

It was a ghost-looking man who wore a white doctor's robe that left the driver's seat, phone still on hand as he conversed with someone else. You watched him unlatch the trunk of his vehicle, dragging out an expandable table and launching several large black bags onto it.

What were they?

You moved closer, yet careful not to be caught. You were sure that the lack of light made you think the black bags were just...items, but you realized that the bags weren’t stiff. They moved like worms, twisting and squiggling as if someone were trapped. Your eyes widened, those poor three must be..!

“Yeah, yeah! I got the fucking delivery, but I don’t see why I had to do it, I don’t like that brat.” the man groaned, “I’ll head right back to the lab soon, I’m just going to shove them in and call him.”

You listened to the conversation, ears perking up curiously. Who was he? You watched him finish up the gig; shoving the rolly table inside the building before leaving. Screech marks of the tires were heard– presumably meaning that he was back on the road. Setting aside your board, you quickly ran to the morgue.

What if they were…people? Why would they be dropped off at Law’s…? The moment you pushed open the doors, you found that the bags were not there. A terrible gut feeling formed, was someone inside already? You were cautious as you pressed yourself against the dirty walls, sliding your way to the only room that had its lights on— the surgery room.

You peeked your head in, seeing three tables set aside, each one strapping a writhing body. There was no one inside as you sprinted in– spending no time freeing them. A tension built as you rushed to unzip the bags, awful cruelty as the sight of innocents taped shut. Their eyes bore terror as they shook their head violently at you.

“Hey, hey!” you whispered, finger silencing them, “I’m not going to hurt you, I’m just going to–”

“I’m glad you arrived on your own, I was just about to pick you up Y/N-ya.”

You snapped your head up, mouth gaping at the tattooed man. He wore his usual green scrubs and periwinkle gloves…but the odd addition of a bloody lab coat made your breath hitch. The way he was as calm as ever made you finally connect the dots.

“Is this–? Are you–?”

A bulge of rage contorted on your face, demanding an answer. Law, however, was unamused and collected a few items here and there. You observed him drag a silver cart with the items that you both used in excavating corpses and such.

“We’re just going to do what we usually do, alright babe? Just finish unzipping–”

Your hands launched at the scalpel from his cart, you pointing the newly-found weapon at him, “You can’t fucking do this! They’re alive Law! This- this–!” You gesticulated, eyes glaring.

“I won’t let you Law.”

“I don’t need your permission.” 

The raven pushed you aside, resorting to doing the work himself, “You’ve already entered my world the moment you decided to follow me and do my shit. So I expect you to sit and watch.” His golden pupils bore into you, a frown on his face as he motioned you down. 

But you couldn’t.

You tried again, but regrettably found yourself apprehended; his hand encasing your throat as he hissed his command, “Sit.” And you listened, quickly sitting your ass down on the chair, hands on your lap. Law approved as he swiped the scalpel from your grasp, “This should be better than the freshman party…” 

It hurt to see him unzip them, their eyes full of fear and distraught. You knew what he was going to do with them, yet you found yourself asking.

“Why?”

There was a clink of metal materials as he began sharpening the knife, “Why what? You need to be more specific.” Law looked cold, as if he lost that personality you knew before. The somewhat serious and funny one that you adored, who you crushed on. But this?

You had to clear your throat as you fluttered your lashes, “Why do you do what you do?” He chuckled, slipping on a face mask before he made his first cut. You watched, unable to say anything about what he might do. He had the potential, of course.

Those same, strong arms that would pin your head down as he fucked you. Those eyes would bear a lustful expression every time he ate you out. Those luscious fingers that reached your every spot, his breath whispering trivia to which letter was inside you. 

Amidst the silent screams, you noticed his phone. Law looked too engrossed in his victim to pay you any mind, so you did what any other reason would. Unlocking the device, you searched through his messages, each one more awful than the last…just who exactly was he? Under the name “Surgeon of Death” he received several notifications.

CLIENT ROUSE: I propose my offer of $800k beri for the heart.

CLIENT HOURNE: I have my values bet on the new stock of liver. I place $999k beri as my starting bid.

CLIENT JOHNS: There is a list of people I will send you Surgeon, I need you to give me their hearts. My associate will deliver them to you tonight. My upfront payment has been sent.

Your gut wrenched as a disorienting feeling shuddered through you. Law wasn’t the man you were familiar with, he was something different. You quietly set aside the phone, a ringing noise filled your ears as you reached for the keyboard behind you. 

Standing, the rest of the moment was processed slowly– you raising the stiff keyboard above Law’s head to slam and save the innocent. However, your weak strength could not compare to the years of experience the raven had– killing and dissecting for his secret ordeals. 

You were nothing but a toy he found joy in, and how he treated you was no different.

Your face met a rough clash of rubber, smacked as you were swept off your feet. The blood that ran down the floor stained you as you struggled to stand up again. A fist of your hair was pulled up roughly, making you whine. Your hands couldn’t stop him from dragging you across the filthy floor and slamming you on the cold walls of the fridges.   

“L-Law–”

His brows furrowed in disappointment, opening the small space and shoving you in. The mere feeling of it was sick as you screamed. Of course, he wouldn’t listen to you; his arms pushed your legs inside, closing the locker with a click. 

“Bad girls get locked up, Y/N-ya.”

Nothing could be seen in that space, nothing but the feel of cold metal all around. You kicked, shouted, and cried; but you were as helpless as the others. The area reeked of dead, and the blood that stained you started to dry up. You couldn’t do anything as you lay on the bed, eyes weeping as your body grew tired.

I don’t want to die.

The thought was addicted to your brain, thinking of what the man would do to you. Would he dissect you like the others? Would he sell your organs? Does he even care? 

You felt yourself slipping away, the anxiety and loss of energy getting the best of you. You could only hope that you’d live to see the light again.

The raven had since finished cleaning his utensils in the silver drain. It was almost midnight now, and your racket has quieted down. His golden eyes looked back at the empty beings, their organs all wrapped and boxed up for his clients. To be fairly honest, he thought you were the one for him.

You were rational and intelligent in your way, so was it wrong for him to infer that you wouldn’t be upset? It’s just a simple job for simple people, after all. The fear you held in him still lingered, and he couldn’t say that that wasn’t a good look on you.

Law made a call before tossing away the corpses upon the floor and then cleaning the metal table. He removed his gloves and other equipment, leaving himself in his leopard-printed jeans and a loose shirt. You couldn’t hear how he opened the door of your fridge, nor felt how he pulled out your body with ease.

Your body was limp to him, but still alive as you murmured in your sleep. It would’ve irked Law to see how messy you looked, a mix between the victim's blood and your fists. Your back was gently aligned on the metal table; your arms and legs spread and tied to the metal posts. He couldn’t have accidents of course.

“Y/N?” he asked once, only receiving a tired head turn, “Alright then,” Law used gauze and some wipes to clean you up, wiping away your dry tears and other such. However, there was some lingering on your cleavage. 

He took his scissors and sliced his way up your –well his– shirt, revealing your black bra. The top of your belly button had a little heart tattoo– one he convinced you to have. The raven traced his fingers on your skin, so warm and tender to the touch.

Your breaths were slow, apparently not feeling a thing. With a smirk, he aligned his scissors to your bra mid-sect, cutting it with a snap and spilling your breasts. He set aside the item and then moved to your pants. He unbuttoned them with ease, sliding them off through your bounds. 

“Hmf…”

His ears perked up, but you only twisted slightly, still dazed. Your panties were the only clothes you had left as he ran his hands up your thighs and to your chest. 

“Fuck, you look hot like this…” he chuckled, keeping his thumb rubbing your hardened bud. Law leaned down, letting his tongue run a long stripe from your belly to your breasts. You tasted so good to him and felt as nice. Perhaps you wouldn’t mind if he let out some stress on you?

The moment his fingers pushed aside your panty and ran up your folds, you jerked awake. Your eyes were met with blinding light and you let out a choked hum. You couldn’t move, your body restricted as you tried to look downwards.

“L-law! How are you even–”

A glare shut you up, “Be quiet or I’ll make you quiet.” The said man took his time in spreading your thighs, revealing your pretty cunt to him. He saw your face in a slight panic, but you remained silent.

“I don’t know if you deserve this, baby.” he muttered, leaning down to use his tongue to poke at your clit, “You were scared, no?”

You bit your lip, turning your head to the side in a huff. You wouldn’t reply, if he was going to be a monster then you could be a brat. It won’t be long till someone finds out you're not in your dorm– after all, you did tell your dormaster that you’ll be out for a few. They were bound to search for you.

“Y/N?”

You narrowed your eyes and frowned. Law didn’t like that.

“When I ask you a question, you respond.”

You were still quiet, shifting a little so that he’d see your glare. The raven moved up your legs so that his crotch met your heat, and both your faces touched noses. 

“You said be quiet, so I’m being quiet.” 

He chuckled, using his free hand to caress your cheek, “And when did you start listening to me?” You glanced at the clock, hoping some time could be spent on the chat, “I don’t know.”

Law nodded his head, tsking as he receded. His hand sent a quick smack to your pussy before moving both hands down. 

“I’ll do this one more time like we used to in the old days.”

Old days? You didn’t get a chance to respond, as he dove right in with two fingers inside you– E and A curling up to your wet cunt. His right hand settled on the mound, his thumb D pressing on your clit with small strokes. The motion made you jerk your hips, letting a moan escape your lips.

His fingers reached you knuckle-deep, moving fast and pressing on your spongey walls. You felt your senses heighten with the tease, eyes shutting as you rolled your hips to the rhythm. He made you feel so good, remembering the parts that made you mewl and choke. 

Your legs trembled to be shut and when you did try to close them, the bounds dug to your flesh. You cried out, reaching your high as you spilled over him. Law didn’t let up, instead choosing to shove a third finger inside and fingerfucking you harder.

“Give me one more, and I’ll let you go,” he smirked, lapping up your juices that spilled on your thighs. You shook your head, but your body refused you and shook another orgasm out of you. Your pussy clamped on his fingers, pulsating as you sucked them in. Law returned his hand and gave you a chaste kiss on your lower lips before hearing your breath grow heavier

Law pat your cheek with his wet hand, “Don’t pass out on me now, sweetheart.” He took off your bounds from your legs, to which you instantly responded by squeezing your legs together. You didn’t see how he was already stroking his length as he stepped out of his pants. 

Of course, he would be eager to fuck your tight pussy, that was his favorite part of you. The way your face flushed and your tiny body shook also pleased him as well. Only he can make you feel that way. No one else could.

“Open up,” he commanded, but you whined objectively. So, he took it into his own hands. The man climbed up the table, pulling your legs to wrap against his waist. His arms reached to pull you closer– resting themselves behind your head like a pillow. You were able to dig your face at his tattoed chest, but your wrists were still shackled to the table.

“Good girl,” he praised, shifting himself to position against your entrance, “Don’t hold back those pretty noises for me.”

With a thrust of his hips, he was fully sheathed inside you, his tip kissing your cervix. After that, it passed quickly. You were lightheaded at each thrust, your puffy folds hugging his cock perfectly. Your nails dug at your palms as you bit his shoulder to hide your moans.

You wrapped your legs tighter around him, making it easier for him to go harder. Law would often breathe into your ear, saying that you belong to him and how he would decide your life. 

Forget School. Forget everyone else. Just stay with him.

“L-law…!” 

You arched your back, head drooping as you felt the wave of pleasure hit you. His name left your lips like a chant that encouraged him to keep going. Your lover would still fuck your cum back in, grunting and hissing as he edged himself.

The feeling was all too much, essentially making you loosen up and be at mercy for him. Your mind forgot that he was a killer, it was too embued thinking of how his cock stretched you so well. You passed out then, the last feeling being his hot seed filling up your cunt.

Your eyes opened to nothing but a silver room. Were you back in the fridge? Your body was too tired to explore and your senses were reduced to none. You were, however, able to hear a conversation.

“Just this?”

“Take it or leave it, I don’t have the time nor the skill to spare on you anymore.”

“I requested three, not a measly two.”

“One of them was a smoker, so they had nothing left but a shriveled organ. You know that I don’t do refunds either.”

There was a clink of metal, followed by a hum.

“I see you have another body in the locker. I don’t care who’s in it, I’ll pay you triple for it.”

“No.”

“Name your price then, I want my hearts.”

A hard thunk was heard.

“The heart in there belongs to me.”

You didn’t know what happened next.

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𝑪𝑾: Modern! AU, cursing, mentions of blood, corpses, slightly suggestive content

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𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗐𝗈-𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾 . 𝖡𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗇…𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖲𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖣𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝖣𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌….

𝑰𝑴𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪

“Now this is the dining hall where students don’t eat because they prefer to consume shitty food in the street.”

An eruption of giggles came from the crowd you were in. You tried to smile a little at the joke, but your social battery was ending. Your senior’s humor was terrible throughout the campus tour and she never seemed to shut up.

You glanced at your phone, seeing that it was already afternoon. The campus itself was bigger than your high school, making you wonder how you even got into such a prestigious medical institution. The idea of helping others, curing disease, and providing medications appeased you and brought a sort of purpose to your life. With a sigh you raised your hand, coughing your way into speaking.

“So…when will we get into our dorms? Because it's getting quite late and–”

Your voice faltered at the cringed expression of your Senior. She crossed her arms, finally taking notice of your presence, “Well, well, well, you’re an eager one aren’t you?” She pulled out her clipboard, flipping through the sheets, “Y/N L/N?” Upon the stares and whispers you received, you nodded.

“You got in with a Scholarship?” she asked, laughing to herself, “Fuck, you think you can get in just like that and talk smack?” Surprised, you tried to defend yourself to no use. 

“But I was just asking if–”

Your upperclassman threw your paper, sashaying her hair as she motioned the others to continue, “Well if you’re gonna be a bitch then you can tour the school yourself. Everyone else, follow me on my fun adventure, led by yours truly.” With a sigh you picked up your admission sheet, waving the dirt off as you glanced up at her.

“Don’t forget the Freshman party on Friday, Y/N!” she teased, giggling away with her crowd. “But I didn’t even do anything…” you muttered, frowning as you pulled out your campus map. It always seemed to end like this, with every attempt or every word you said it seemed to trigger others to your dislike. You walked on, unfazed and determined to lead yourself.

You liked the quiet ambiance and the rich aesthetic of the school. The cream-colored buildings were connected, forming classes or halls. Your sneaker soles were stained with slight traces of grass as you crossed the lawn, its fresh scent pleasing your nose. The sky poked at your shadow and joined it with the looming presence of the housing building.

You made it to the dorms before the rest of your class, so you took the time to unpack and settle yourself in. The room was tiny and made for one, it was a special accommodation you requested before being admitted. The rest of your hour was spent decorating the walls, charging your devices, and unpacking your essentials. Perhaps it may have been an assumption on your own, but there was something about this school that filled you with hope.

You peered at the window that overlooked the school campus; the sun had since set, making a nice purple haze in the sky. Smiling, you launched yourself on your bed. Your eyes were on your class schedule, excited and eager to learn. Sure, there would be some rude people here and there– but you didn’t need them to be happy. You didn’t bother dressing in your sleepwear, instead, you went straight to sleep.

You can’t wait for what tomorrow has in store for you, and perhaps, you’ll make a friend. You chuckled, that was going too far…I can live in isolation and still be happy. And with that, you dreamt about the time the sun would rise again. 

Ring! Ring!

“Fuck!”

You gasped, slamming your alarm and noting the time, 30 minutes till class?! “Shit! Shit! Shit!” you cursed, undressing quickly and spraying yourself with some water. Rushing your morning routine, you didn’t have the time to spare to grab a quick breakfast. Your heart thumped as you grew anxious about getting to class late. Running across the campus with your schedule and bookbag in hand, you passed several students who seemed to be presumably late as well.

Unfortunately, you tripped– like any cliche girl would. You cried out, biting your lip and wincing at your leg. Your hand quickly touched your leg, just a little strain! I can still walk! As you struggled to stand, someone behind you talked.

“It won’t matter if you stand up and run, you’ll still be late.”

You snapped your head around, scoffing at what was a “student”. His golden eyes bore into yours and a frown was etched into his face. His goatee looked nicely trimmed, along with the sideburns that trailed his sharp jawline. He ran a tattoed hand that read  D E A T H on each finger through his tufts of black hair, sighing, “I don’t mean to sound rude, but you were just in my way.” Your eyes glanced down at the silver cart carrying a black bag, a body?

“O-oh…! I thought that you were–” you stuttered, but you lost your balance and unintentionally leaned on his cart, “Ack! Sorry!” He dismissed you with an eye roll and shoved you on the cart. 

“Hey!” you shouted, now being next to the smelly bag, “What gave you the–” 

“I’m offering you a ride to your class, alright? Don’t complain,” he spat, “Hold on now.” With one arm around your bookbag and another on the corner of the cart, you nodded. The large clock on the main campus building warned you of the five minutes you had left. What could the man possibly do to get you across the campus within that time frame?

A gust of wind flew through, and your question was answered, he pushed the fucking cart. Now the problem? You were riding across the campus sidewalk, getting further and further away from the smartass who sent you off. You were sure that your screams were audible to the campus and even more to him. 

He was a smartass indeed, but you were able to make it to your first class before the bell. You knew that your hair was worse than it already was, and your face was blown out (literally) as you had no choice but to bring the cart inside as well. The whispers you received were humiliating, nonetheless, they also praised you.

“Woah! You made it to class riding that?”

“That’s sick!”

“Where’d ya get the ride chick?”

You couldn’t help but grin, the smartass was a smartass! However, a loud cough from your professor shushed all of you. The rows of students stood still and murmured slightly as they waited for your verdict. You gulped, turning to the area where the bald man stood on his podium, rearranging his glasses.

“I see you’ve got quite the body on your hands,” he croaked, approaching your figure, “I’d have you know that we don’t start dissections till the second semester…” His wrinkly hands lifted the tarp and hummed approvingly. You stood, heavily breathing and curious as to what was hidden. With a tap on your cart, he sent you off.

“You should take that back to your morgue,” he waved, “I would hate to see such good stitchwork go to waste. Your name?” He lifted his pen to take attendance, his blue eye piercing yours.

“Y-Y/N,” you said, nodding quickly, “Y/N L/N!” Your professor released you, and you rushed out knowing no idea where to go. You had to exit the hallway, the squeaks of the cartwheels echoing in the corridor. When you made it outside of the building, you slumped with a sigh. 

The bag was tempted to be open, to discover what pleased the professor. You glanced around, seeing that no one was around– you took the chance to open the tarp. 

Ah?

You pouted. The body looked well preserved with a large incision across his chest. You expected something more interesting. Carefully, you traced your finger on the stitches, it was well done and firm to the touch. You analyzed the rest of the corpse, seeing no mistakes in the handiwork. Was the stranger a doctor? A yellow tag stood out on the toe, which you held, seeing a building number and room.

Sucking in your breath, you closed the bag and made your way. Your trusty map led you to the near outskirts of the campus, making you worry if you read the tag right. It wasn’t as if the outskirts were horrible…you just felt safer around the publicity. The broken sidewalk of the trail led you up to an almost run-down version of the newer campus buildings. 

Its broken windows were jailed with the white bars that matched the awful color of the structure. The two-story glory appeared more of an asylum to you, were you really in the right place? As you got closer, the tall wooden trees began to hide the sun. You were left to seek with poor rays of light that escaped from the branches. A window seemed to be illuminated with yellow light, making you assume that the smartass may be there.

You opened the large silver doors of the building, walking inside the eerie contents alone with the corpse. You could feel something run down your spine as you glanced at the little creatures that made their home in the corners of the room– others scurried on the floor. You were jittery as you approached closer to the lit room and awed slightly at the preserved magnificence inside.

The morgue had a long fridge wall that spanned across the entry to the other end. In the center lay a single operating table with a few lights hanging above a monitor, along with rectangular tables that held several utensils. You didn’t notice the man who sat on a chair, one leg over the other with his hands folded on his lap.

“I didn’t think you’d return my body, hm,” he spoke, earning him a jump from you. You looked away from the dry blood-stained floor and directed your attention to him. Before you pressed any further you asked, “What’s your name?”

A dirty smirk formed, “Trafalgar Law, Senior Class. Freshman?” You rolled your eyes, shoving his item with a kick, “Yeah, yeah, Y/N.” Law licked his lips as he stopped the cart with his foot, “You shouldn’t toss around my research like that Y/N-ya, I barely get enough donations as is.” The periwinkle scrubs he wore couldn’t hide the slithers of his tattoos, did he have them all over his body? You grew curious about his persona and decided to tease him a little more.

But you wouldn’t get too comfortable….you couldn’t bear having another person dislike you. You walked to the silver fridges, running your hand on the cold metal. 

“Why here? What research?”

Law had since unwrapped the body, prepping it on his table, “I don’t know why I have to tell you.” Frowning, you crossed your arms, “I’m not one of those people you might think I am.” He glanced up at you before motioning you to help him. You grabbed the legs of the corpse and swung it on the autopsy area with a grunt. 

“That still doesn’t satisfy me.”

How peckish! You can’t bother going to class now as you unconsciously began to assist him as you argued. “I could’ve kept this damn corpse if I wanted to.” you snapped, tossing your bookbag on a hook. You slipped on some plastic gloves and a mask over your face. Law gave you an apron as he listened to your rambling.

“I’m just a humble student! No one seems to like me and believe me when I say I’m exceptionally smart when given the chance! I could easily perform any operation from experience and knowledge!” 

You handed him a scalpel to tear off the stitches, “So I believe I do reserve a right to know what in the world you have going on here!” The next hour was spent carving the corpse and emptying its insides. You tore at the open skin flaps and held them in place for him to collect. He listened contently to your sweet voice and your complaints, you were very persistent. Annoying sure, but you were good at what you do.

Law was pleased to know that you didn’t crap up the procedure like his past partners, and was very much intrigued as you spilled your life story. Your face contorted expressively, yet your hands were stable and firm. Now and then he would look at your eyes, seeing a beautiful spark of life in them. A sharp pang ran through his chest as you reminded him of someone.

“...And the whole structure is stupid! Universities should limit themselves to the more classy students who want to pursue something in the medical field! One shouldn’t–”

“Can you just shut up please?”

You were quiet, offended, but still quiet. You watched him with a frown as he boxed the heart, along with a few other organs. Without asking, you proceeded to stitch the body back up. Your nimble hands worked with the wires and expertly wove. You had this concentrated expression on your face as you squinted. 

“You make several good points, that I’ll admit.” he sighed, but you didn’t look up, “Give me a few days to decide if I can trust you enough. How about that–” His hand launched at your wrist, clenching it tightly as he hissed at you, “What the fuck were you–” His voice trailed off and his expression softened. 

His eyes narrowed down to your work before meeting you again, “Don’t do things without my permission ever again, alright Y/N-ya?” He was stern about it, which you didn’t understand, but nodded. Law let go of your wrist, advising you to clean up. You did so and spared the time to clean up after him as well. 

Kachack!

“That should do it,” you sighed, admiring the space as if it had never touched. You were ready to leave before your partner grabbed at your shoulder, his lips parted slightly as he listened. You didn’t get the chance to speak as he hushed, “Get inside the fridge, now.” He pulled you along with him, but you resisted.

“What the fuck? No, I won’t! You can’t–”

“The security guard is going to catch us, and if you’re caught you can kiss your dreams goodbye.” At that, you followed. He pulled open one of the fridges and slid himself into the cramped space, “Get on top of me, we don’t have much time left.” His tattooed hand reached for yours, which you hesitantly took. He felt warm as you crawled over him, your nose grazing him from bottom to top. 

Then there was a problem.

“How are we going to close the latch?” you asked, trying not to breathe too hard on his face. Tsking he sent you out, “Get in, feet first.” Again, the climb out was terrible, but you couldn’t bear arguing. You shoved one leg in, which he caught and pulled. It was an embarrassing sight if someone were to walk in.

By the time you were inside, your butt hovered over his face and your lips were near touching his crotch. You closed the latch quietly, whispering, “How are we going to know if the guard leaves?” Law’s hot breath fanned the inside of your skirt as he replied, “I have my phone in my pocket, I can’t reach it.” Your hands roamed him, searching.

“You’re touching my dick.” he hissed, sending a smack on your butt. “Was not!” you hushed, finally finding the device and slipping it under you. The rotten scent of the fridge sickened you, leaving you to inhale it bit by bit. The silver fridge was made only for one body, and the two of you didn’t fit. You gulped, “Is he gone?”

“No, shut up and I’ll tell you.”

He was getting on your nerves. You tried to get comfortable but ended up scooting more on him. “S-sorry!” you whispered, blushing as you tried to move back. You felt him push you closer, making you sit directly on his face. God, if you had the space you would kick him. 

You could hear him speak softly, “You’re much cuter up closer, now that I realize it…” His large hand traced up your thigh, squeezing the flesh. You had to cover your mouth at this point to suppress your noises. Law teased you, whispering nonsense among other things. A glance down at his crotch made you almost choke.

He was big.

The tent on his pants was noticeable, god you can’t be thinking about this now! “Law!” you hissed, “I’m gonna peek outside.” You couldn’t tell if he heard you, either way, you lifted the latch. The metal creaked as you shifted, seeing the guard just leave. 

“Law, he’s gone now!” you whispered, beginning to crawl out. You heard him grunt when you grazed his crotch but paid no mind. At this point, you just had to ask him, “Are we in a forbidden building? Do you even have clearance to be in here?!” 

The raven was barely getting out of the fridge, “This is an abandoned building if you didn’t already know.” You frowned as you fixed yourself; pulling your skirt down and fixing your hair. “Well, then it's none of my business to be associating with you?” you asked, “You could bring me trouble.” Law chuckled, closing the fridge and passing by you to pick up his bag.

“Well, that's something you already decided when you chose to help me, no?”

He motioned at the bag, its contents the organs of the corpse. What he decided to do with them bore no interest to you. “Fine, I suppose I am already associated with you.” you sighed, “Just…I don’t know.” You pinched your nose, making your way out.

“See you later I suppose,” you shouted. You knew you were in for a scolding, but you didn’t regret it as much as you thought it would. Hands in pockets, you walked the eerie trail back to the campus. There was something about your upperclassman that intrigued you, something utterly terrifying yet sexy. 

Law followed you shortly after, taking his time to text his client. Perhaps he’ll keep you around for the time being, he knew he’d be more trouble than you. He pulled out his white leopard-printed cap, tucking the item down as he made his way to his car. A ping chirped on his phone: Y/N L/N followed you on Instagram! He grinned.

Your next encounters with him were, as one might put it, surprisingly eventful. Law brought you joy and comfort as a friend and classmate. Sure, he was a total nerd for the hero franchise and superpowers– but that appealed more innocently to you. His shit-eating grin was something to die for and you teased him relentlessly about it.

“Aww, little nerd didn’t win his game! Wait ah–!”

“JuST BeCaUsE mY AvAtar dIeD doEsN’T mEAn you cAN bULLy ME!”

Something between you and him was bound to happen. It was just a little jig, the way you like to say it– a kiss for a good job done. Law turned in your sheets, seeing you sitting at your desk once more– committing to some homework. The remnants of last night's video game were littered with some popcorn and snacks that you didn’t bother cleaning. He wiped the sleep from his eyes, noticing your calendar.

“You have your Freshman party tonight.”

You turned, taking off your glasses with a hum. The raven was shirtless, revealing more of the inky designs that wrapped around his body. Secretly, you were delighted to see that he had nipple piercings. You knew your preference for men was terrible, but Law wasn’t a bad guy.

“Yeah but I have no intentions to go if I’m being honest,” you admitted bitterly, “I’d rather just sleep in.” He hummed agreeably, leaving the bed and standing next to you. 

He had one hand on your chair and another on your desk, “I thought so, you don’t appeal to me like a woman who’ll bother going to cheesy events like that.” Giggling, you put away your papers, “I believe I told you that since we first met… it's been six days at least.��

He leaned closer, his breath tickling your ear, “Mm, yeah I think so as well…” Your eyes darted around, trying to change the conversation. “Well…” you began, swirling your chair only to meet his golden glare, “I think you should get going now, I have class in an hour.”

Law tsked, trapping you with his arms as he picked you up from your position. With a squeal, you were plopped onto your bed. He looked like an animal crawling up between your legs and pressing fleeting kisses up your neck.

“I’m going receive some more donations today,” he murmured, cupping your cheek, “I want you to help me tonight again.” You pouted, “You still haven’t told me anything about your, quote on quote, donations, Law.” You pinched his arm in a motion to jerk him back.

“I would rather sleep in tonight, mind you.”

The raven brushed his lips on yours, adding, “I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.” The idea was interesting so you complied, “Well, it better be worth my time is all I’m asking.” He gave you a long kiss before pulling away. His hair was a mess as you stared at him.

“Believe me, I will.”

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[lilspaceycadet]

Can I have sfw and nsfw hcs of Sampo with a shy reader? :)

Hey Anon!

Ofc ofc~

Man, this Sampo brainrot is getting to me ngl. I hope this does the man some justice- I truly believe he has different sides to him, Sampo Koski, con man, felon, "bad guy", "awh man I wanna kick you in the shin", and then we just have... Sampo. (<3) I've added some other general HCs as well!

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SFW:

•Since Sampo is a "businessman", he has a way with words, much to your disadvantage. Sampo will hit you with (surprisingly non-flirtatious) sweet nothings whispered into your ears, which will promptly warm up at his actions. He enjoys watching you get flustered like this, as long as it's him who's doing it.

•Sampo may seem like the flirtatious type since he's naturally charismatic, however, he is the loyal type. He will proudly show you off infront of the guys and the gals at the tavern, gushing to everyone about his amazing partner.

"Aren't they so adorable? They're a bit shy so places like this ain't really their thing, y'know? Hopefully I could convince them to come one night."

•When disaster strikes and you clam up, don't fret, Sampo Koski is here to save the day. He knows you well enough to realise when you've reached your limits, excusing you both so that you can take a break. He won't ever make a big deal out of it, despite being a loud mouth.

"It's okay now. We can go back whenever you're ready."

• Sampo Koski is a flirtatious man. He would shamelessly flirt with you just to get your flustered reaction. Your face would always warm, hiding your face with anything you could as he gently grips your chin with his thumb and index finger to get you to look at him.

"Eyes up here, darling."

•Expect surprises like him setting a piece of coal alight and saying,

"That's what you do to my heart."

"Sampo! Don't set it on fire inside!"

"Oh, shit, you're right. My bad! Hehe-"

•For a man who predominantly works alone, he sure gets clingy in the mornings. You'll wake up to feel his legs drapped over you like a koala bear, his hold on you nearly impossible to break out of.

"Sampo... I need to get up."

"No you don't. Stay a little longer."

•Gift giving and physical touch are his love languages! If he sees something you may like, his businessman side kicks in as he barters for a good price, perhaps even gaining a client in the process.

•When someone points out your shyness in a condescending way, Sampo will promptly step in.

"Would you like to say that again?"

•He's a reliable partner, making sure you're always comfortable physically, mentally and emotionally in a situation. When you aren't, he'll compensate for what you can't do at that moment. Can't get the words out due to nerves? He's got you. Physically uncomfortable but too shy or nervous to say anything? He's got you. Whatever's got you bothered, Sampo Koski is there to help.

•When people as if you two are dating, you're still quite nervous to say it out loud, biting your lip as you think of how to respond. But, before you could, Sampo softly smiles,

"We are."

•When you first confessed to him, you were a stuttering mess. The words could barely get out your mouth, causing a slightly confused Sampo to watch you silently.

"You can type what you want to say. I won't bite," Sampo had whispered, reaching to hrab yoir slightly shaking hands.

You nod, pulling out the notepad on your phone.

I like you.

You watched in anticipation as Sampo pulled his own phone out.

I like you too.

Your love didn't have to be loud, it could be quiet too.

• The same thing happened when you first said the "3 big words" to him. He had said "I love you" first, naturally causing you to become a flustered mess. You had wracked your brain for weeks after that. You wanted to scream it to the world, but you could barely get a peep out when you were so nervous.

It was when you were curled up in his arms one night. It was so quiet and peaceful.

"I wanna tell you something. Come closer," you tell him. He leans in closer so that your noses are almost touching. It was a whisper, so quiet that if Sampo hadn't been listening, he would have missed it.

"I love you, Sampo Koski."

NSFW:

• Being as shy as you are, you're going to want to hide your face with anything you could. Sampo wasn't having it. You had tried to hide behind your hands, only to have them grabbed and pinned above you with one hand, while the other continued to rub you.

"I want to see your face when you cum, pretty."

• When he's going down on you, he gets turned on when you gain some confidence, grinding up into his mouth for your own pleasure.

• You're pretty quiet when you're out, but behind closed doors, he is the only one hearing you be loud as he slams deep inside you, your moans of his name filling the air.

• He makes you beg to cum occasionally, forcing you to use your words in order to get what you wanted. He knows that you don't like asking for things but, alas, he just lives to see you in a mess like this.

"Tell me what you want, baby. Use those words of yours."

"I-I, want..." you mumble, scrunching the bed sheets between your fingers.

"You? Speak up."

"I want you to make me cum," you sob, the sensation of your release developing any sense of shyness you felt in that moment.

"As you wish~"

• Would like to experiment with fucking you infront of a mirror, simply because he knows how flustered and shy you're going to get.

"Look at yourself. Such a mess on my cock, hm? Look how well you're taking me."

[lilspaceycadet]

So... could I maybe request a thingy from the summer event? Specifically... the Mango Passionfruit Sangira and Orange Rum Creamsicle with Yandere Sampo? Maybe fem reader if that's okay since I saw you do that sometimes but if just gender neutral/afab that's okei doky.

I hate this man so much but he's so freaking pretty at the same time it's not fair. *cries*

cw: fem reader, oral sex, creampie eating, masturbation, kissing after oral

the mattress creaks as sampo leans down onto his elbows. he sits on his knees, hovering over the edge of the bed with your lower body handing off just a bit. one of your legs over each of his shoulders.

he breathes an adoring sigh as he spreads your hole apart with his thumbs, watching as his cum slowly seeps out of you. you whimper, your body still a bit over-sensitive after your last orgasm. you feel him leaning his face forward to dip his tongue into you, and make a clumsy attempt to close your legs. your thighs hug the sides of his face, a bit harder than you intended to, and a soft moan leaves his mouth. he makes an eager attempt to open your legs again, but you stop him.

"sampo, wait.."

he whines, and he wraps an arm around your thigh, kissing the inside of it.

"huhh? but why? i just want to taste you. it's not like we haven't done this before.."

your face reddens a little. it was true, sampo had licked your pussy like a man starved- without ever being asked, on more than a few occasions. but that was always prior to fucking. not to mention, he'd just cum inside you a moment ago.

your explanation seems to go completely over his head. he wears a blank expression, tilting his head.

“…so?”

“so,” you continue. “i think should clean up first, and maybe then-”

you aren’t given a chance to finish that thought. sampo uses his strength to pry your legs open again, flipping your down on your back. he rubs his hands on your thighs, a deep blush staining his face. he really, really wanted to do this, no matter what you said to try to turn him off. he loved the shamelessness of sex with you. no matter how wet and sloppy it got. it only made it better.

“don’t worry," he pants, pulling out his cock and giving it a few strokes.

"just lie back, okay?”

he couldn’t get enough of you, even after you’d come together, the mixture of your fluids gushing out of your cute pussy, he runs his tongue up your slit, pressing his lips around your clit and pushing the wet pink muscle into your hole. he works skillfully with his tongue, cleaning you, inside and out and forcing another orgasm out of you.

he hums in content at the way your knees squeeze around his head almost painfully. your toes curling, handfuls of sheets in your grip.

you know he wants it to hurt a little. and in no time, you hear sampo grunts as his release spurts out, his cum coating his hand and the sides of your bed sheets.

he lets out a deep exhale, and wipes the back of his mouth with a breathy chuckle. he leans down to kiss a damp trail up your belly. and you squirm a little, the sticky feeling of his seed sliding around on your skin as he squeezes your tits with his soiled hand.

he sighs lovingly at the sight of your skin covered with his cum, rubbing his palm with more finesse across your body. he makes his way up to kiss your neck, and then your lips- the combined flavor of your tastes heavy on his tongue.

[lilspaceycadet]

current brain rot

Trafalgar Law (One Piece)

Sabo (One Piece)

Portgas D Ace (One Piece)

past brain rot

Claude Von Riegan (Fire Emblem Three Houses)

Childe/Tartagla (Genshin Impact)

Sampo Koski (Star Rail)

Nikolai Gogol (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Douma (Demon Slayer)

[lilspaceycadet]

I feel like the major differences between yandere sampo and Childe is that Childe lives for combat and strength and he’s definitely the more aggressive and dominant type. very upfront about his intentions after a certain point. he uses his charm to reel you in close enough but eventually his real personality comes out. backs down from no one, and is always eager for a fight.

sampo fawns and waves his little white flag immediately to avoid a fight (but still enjoys the one sided anger.) enjoys playing the fool, and being submissive, letting you think he’s letting you order him around- but he’s always playing mind games with you. you’re moving exactly the way he wants you to. he acts like he’s got no idea what you mean if you confront him. he’ll keep up this act for who knows how long.

[lilspaceycadet]

🤡- IMPOSTER HOUSE HUSBAND SAMPO SO REAL AAAAAA but i hope ur ankle recovers soon :( Joint injuries are literally the worst, pls take care of yourself!!

Also I usually have she/her or fem mc in mind but I keep it neutral just in case, so I don't mind if u use those!

A thought related to his doting behavior but taking place in the beginning of the Xianzhou Luofu arc. I haven't gotten there in the quests yet but I love spoilers so if u add anything about that DON'T WORRY! It's really vague since I'm not sure what happens, but:

Sampo's been getting restless watching the mc and Dan Heng spend so much time together. He wasn't planning on revealing himself any time soon, he was at least going to figure out a decent cover story before coming into contact with them. He planned on taking his time to avoid raising their suspicion. But this Dan Heng guy is a PROBLEM!! There's no way he ONLY has friendly intentions with the way he places a hand on the mc's lower back so often, or offers them shoulder massages, or tucks their hair behind their ears. It's starting to really get to Sampo and test his patience. He can't tell whether the mc is oblivious or receptive to Dan Heng's advances and it's definitely grating his nerves. He's getting more and more unhinged by the day. So imagine his reaction when there's a confrontation with Blade. Obviously all the Stellaron Hunters are dangerous, but Blade is a whole different beast. Sampo's already antsy watching the fight, debating whether or not to get involved. A perfect opportunity arises when the mc is injured, and Dan Heng is left busy defending them. As soon as his back is turned, Sampo is able to swoop in like their knight in shining armor! Luckily they were knocked unconscious earlier, so it'll be easier for Sampo to lie about how he found them. With his suspiciously superhuman stealth (probably a benefit of being a very important Masked Fool), he's able to snatch them away with no one seeing. Everyone's too busy fighting off the Stellaron Hunters to notice the mc's absence, except for Dan Heng. He notices in mere seconds, but has no choice but to keep fighting Blade. Once the conflict is over, Dan Heng is searching everywhere in a panic. The mc is nowhere to be found! It's like they disappeared into thin air!

Meanwhile Sampo is having the time of his life doting on the mc and nursing their wounds. They aren't fatal, but just enough to make moving around pretty painful and leave them weak. When the mc wakes up, they think they're dreaming. There's no way Sampo's really here? Right???? But once they realize he is, they start to panic a little. They sit up in the bed but are immediately knocked back down by the pain. Sampo shushes them, brushing their hair away from their forehead and telling them to calm down. They ask "What happened??? Why are you here?" and Sampo is ready with a smooth and logical answer. He explains that he's from Epsilon (probably not true) but got stuck in Belobog a while ago and didn't think it was necessary information to tell. Poor old Sampo tried for a year to get contact with Epsilon's merchant guild! The arrival of the Astral Express put Belobog on the intergalactic map, allowing him to finally get the help and transport he needed. They just happened to send him to Xianzhou Luofu! The mc feels like something's off, but in their exhausted state they buy his story and just feel happy to finally see him again. Sampo embellishes the story of how he found them, they were supposedly abandoned when their crewmates chose to chase after the Stellaron Hunters instead of staying behind to take care of them! How cruel, right? Poor little them! The mc has the most heartbreaking look on their face at this news. It almost makes Sampo feel guilty. Almost. They say "They... they were gonna come back for me. They wouldn't leave me like that."

Sampo just looks at them with a false skepticism, saying in a low tone "That's not what I saw," before following it with a smile and a cheerful sounding: "But what does Sampo Koski know?"

The mc looks doubtful, but Sampo no longer has the patience to spend more time discussing their crewmates. Why do they care about those losers so much??? Their attention should be on him and him alone!! He gently asks about their first days in Xianzhou Luofu, their travel on the Express, and other things to ease their mind. Eventually, the mc is asking him about what they've missed since being gone from Belobog. They scoot over to make space for him in the bed, allowing him to sit with them while he tells dramatic, exaggerated stories. They laugh the hardest they have since they left Belobog. Every giggle from the mc strokes his ego and fulfills his deep need for their attention. His hands gradually make their way onto the mc's body as they talk, just gradually enough that they almost can't tell when it becomes more intimate. At first, he's only holding their hand (which seriously flusters them bc !!!AAAA!!!!) but that same hand slowly moves further up their arm with each story. Sampo somehow weasels himself into holding them with an arm around their shoulders. It could be interpreted as just friendly, if not for the way his fingers brush up and down their upper arm. The mc assumes they're overreacting, or he's just being friendly, so they feel embarrassed at the way his touches are warming them up. Every time his fingertips graze their cheek as he tucks some hair behind their ear, they become more and more embarrassed. Sampo, on the other hand, feels ELECTRIFIED by it. He's trying so hard to keep his composure and not out himself as an absolute perv. He's definitely a master at manipulating people into having the reaction he wants without ever exposing his intentions! The mc is ashamed for feeling this way when he's clearly just comforting them! Sampo's just being a good friend and delivering some MUCH needed affection! Right?? Maybe. It gets even worse when his fingertips slide under their chin. They go wide-eyed, thinking he might be going in for a kiss! But he only says "This graze looks painful...I'll have to put more ointment on that." in a soft and concerned tone. The mc is left MASSIVELY embarrassed again. They're wondering if they're a pervert, a creep, thinking these kinds of things about their close friend who's just taking care of them. Sure, they flirt sometimes and even kissed when saying goodbye, but surely Sampo is out of reach romantically, right? All of these thoughts are exactly what Sampo wanted them to think. He loves flipping the tables on them like this! If only they knew how many times he's watched them change clothes in the privacy of their room from the vent above. For now, he will play the role of the devoted caregiver. Maybe if he winds them up enough, they won't be disturbed when they find out about his...deviant behaviors? But maybe he wants them to be.

CLOWN ANON YOU ARE LITERALLY SO REAL FOR THIS

i know i usually respond with like my own ideas but i literally. you laid it out so perfectly i've got nothing to add 😭

sampo nursing the reader back to health... I NEED IT RRRARARARA hes so real for that... dude probably makes everything heal wrong tho 😭 he's like shit i should've asked natasha about this actually...

clown anon thank u for sharing this sm, i wish i had more to add but you fr ate with this one

[lilspaceycadet]

🤡 ANON STRIKES AGAIN u answered the last ask so fast, feeling blessed rn! WILL DEFINITELY TAG U IF I PUT OUT FICS i'm just busy and need to figure out my digital footprint more before i do, i'd lose it if i was in a serious interview and they started reading my nasty sampo fics back to me 😰 'It says here that this man had a pair of panties in his pocket?' BRO MIND UR BUSINESS!

Also a creepy thought but kinda cute: the mc asleep in bed and Sampo just laying there next to them like 🥰 THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HE'S THERE. They're sleeping hard asf and he's just staring at them with a smile on his face like they're having a sleepover or something. Every now and then he leans over to take a very obvious sniff of their hair. When they start to wake up he has to scurry under their bed like a rat!! The mc doesn't wanna leave their bed because it's warmer and cozier than usual for some reason? And what's that nice smell? It's kind of fresh and clean, but a little manly like cologne? They end up rolling over and going back to sleep. When Sampo's sure they're asleep, he peeks over the edge of the bed at them. He has to fight himself not to jump around giggling when he sees them curled up around the pillow he had been laying on! They MUST like him if they're doing that!! Their arms are wrapped around it, their legs are curled up underneath it, and their face is BURIED in that pillow as if they're trying to inhale it in their sleep. He feels a strong urge to toss them over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and run away.

It's even funnier that he wastes his time doing things like this if he's an undercover Masked Fool. He's supposed to be manipulating the trailblazer's journey but he's so focused on their cute crewmate. He's supposed to be advancing the Trailblazer's journey to help them along, but he starts to think about the mc leaving for the next planet and his heart just can't take it. Sampo isn't sure if he should just keep the mc with him, or follow them everywhere they go with the persistence of a tumor. A big part of his goal with the mc is to win over their heart. If he kidnapped them, that may change how they interact with him. God forbid if they actually became scared of him! Sampo loves being treated like a harmless, pathetic little guy and he wouldn't trade that for all the money in the universe! (maybe he would he's a greedy little shit)

He won't be leaving the mc any time soon, but he can't miss the opportunity of a tragic and sappy goodbye! Surprisingly, they text him first. They ask him to come over to the hotel so they can say goodbye, and he rushes over immediately. The mc actually seems really sad as they speak, and promises to text him everyday. They almost seem like they would be willing to stay just for him if he pushed hard enough (which is absolutely DELIGHTFUL to him). But he already has a plan, and Belobog was getting boring anyway. Sampo manages to work up some tears and get a good kiss out of the situation.

He decides to hitch a ride. He probably has his own means of transportation, but he doesn't wanna be separated from the mc for the whole trip! That would be miserable! So he just hangs out in the vents of the Astral Express like a pest. He's in just the right spot so he can look through the vent cover into the mc's little room. He texts them like he usually does, desperate for little crumbs of their attention. Sampo's glad he gets a front seat view of their face when they're in bed, because he can see exactly how excited they get when he sends them a text. It appears that the mc likes him WAY more than they let on (which makes him even more smug about it). He even gets a rare "I miss you" text from the mc when they're laying in bed late at night. He's never really had someone miss him, since most people are glad to be rid of his presence. But no one can really fill the void that Sampo leaves behind. The mc loves their crewmates, but none of them have the humor Sampo does. None of them deliver shitty pickup lines and make the mc laugh and forget about the rough day they're having. None of them squish the mc's face jokingly and bother them as persistently as Sampo does. None of them whine and cause a scene about "missing their best pal!" when they haven't seen each other for just an hour. But Sampo does. Even though he pushes their buttons, his presence can be very comforting. They knew they would miss him, but not this much!! But it's okay, he's up in the vent watching them, so there's no need to worry! (there is so much reason to worry lmao) Sometimes he even takes the risk of coming down from the vent when everyone's asleep, laying next to the mc for a little while before returning to his hiding spot. When they wake up, they swear they can smell Sampo on the sheets. They assume they're just losing their mind, no big deal!

The one con of hiding in the vents and watching the mc all day is having to watch them interact with Dan Heng. He curses under his breath as he silently crawls through the vent system so he can get a view of the data bank library. They seem to like listening to Dan Heng read new entries out-loud, and it's become a nightly routine. It also doesn't help Sampo's nerves that Dan Heng will sit so close to the mc, sometimes even putting an arm around them when they get sleepy!!! Why is he doing that???? That's Sampo Koski's job!!! When they finally get to the Xianzhou Luofu, he might have to make a move!

clown anon ur so real for that UR SO REAL.

from the masked fool paragraph on you covered everything so goddamn well i dont know what to add onto it... 😭😭 SAMPO IN THE VENTS hes an imposter....

i looove ur ideas im eating them up like CANDY

i do have stuff to add to the second paragraph tho... or at least like. elongate it LOL. if you'll allow me ofc 😳

ALSO I COULDNT FIND A WAY TO FIT IT IN THERE LIKE EXPLICITLY EVEN IF I DID MAKE REFERENCE BUT A THOUGHT CAME TO ME WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS: SAMPO WOULD 100% BE A HOUSE HUSBAND IF HIS S/O WANTED. LIKE I BET HE'D TOTALLY GO FOR IT.

tws: yandere, creepy stalking stuff, etc.

you're fast asleep. you're like a rock, really, with how you're curled up in a ball and dropped dead center in the middle of the bed. it looks like you haven't moved in a few hours—no, scratch that. you haven't moved in a few hours; sampo's been watching you the whole time.

he's been standing at the side of your bed since midnight, watching you. one could imagine it'd be like watching paint dry, someone staring at a random person while they do absolutely nothing all night. but you're not some random person, and sampo's done more boring things.

he likes to take in all the details of you when you're blissfully unaware of his presence; when you're at a complete neutral, sampo feels like he's seeing a side of you you haven't showed anyone.

but, admittedly, he is getting a little bored. you haven't done anything. you haven't talked in your sleep, you haven't twitched in the slightest the whole night, and your breathing is so quiet that he can barely even focus on it.

he looks at the barely open spot next to you on the bed. if he wanted to lie down, he'd have to lay at a kind of curve, keeping his body slanted in order to stay on the bed.

and that's exactly what he does! he's quiet as a mouse, a rarity for him, as he slides into your bed, curling around your balled-up form. it's almost domestic, he thinks, how the two of you lay together. you, the hard-working spouse who just came home from a long day of working their ass off, and him, the doting, loving husband who makes room on their shared bed for his lovely spouse to sleep however they'd like.

he dares to place a few fingers in your hair, gently combing through the locks with a tenderness unassociated with the blue-haired merchant.

he's in a panic as you begin to stir, and it's like a lightning bolt how he shoots under your bed. his heart is racing a mile a minute. would you catch him?

but you, in your delirious, sleepy state, barely even register that there was a presence next to you. all you can make out is a musky, pleasant scent coming from one of the pillows next to you, and the faint traces of warmth on the edge of the bed. it smells like a pricey hair gel, mixed with something you can't quite put your finger on.

you roll over, grabbing the pillow that smelled oh-so nice, and clutching it to your chest. you bury your face in it, the corners of your lips twitching upwards as you drift back off.

once he's certain you're asleep once again, sampo risks another peek at you. and there you are, curled around the pillow he rested his head on.

there's practically hearts in his eyes as he gazes at your slumbering form, so heavily involved in his scent despite not being conscious. if he could, he'd wrap you in a hug right then and there, mumbling about how cute you are. but he's not ready to reveal his night-time adventures to you so soon, so he slinks quietly out of your room, eagerly awaiting the next visit.

[lilspaceycadet]

Preview II: Be In God's Favor

You drew a sharp breath. "Why... Why me? You have over a dozen– thousand followers ready to throw themselves at your feet."

"You just answered your own question!" he happily exclaimed. Your knuckles turned white at his patronizing praise. "Yes, it's nice when someone is willing to give themselves to me. When they work themselves to the bone! Pray until their knees are red and raw! Do anything it takes just to get my love. Deluding themselves that they're special, that they're the exception. When really they're no different from the rest! They're all the same." He shook his head in exasperated amusement. "It'd be so funny if it weren't so tragic." Douma sighed. "But it gets boring after a while. And it always plays out the same."

"So then... You favor me to deliberately make the others vye for your attention even harder?"

"Oh no, I do that all the time!" he laughed, waving his hand. "No," his voice dropped to a purr, a sinful, dark sound. "I want your pretty mouth to cry out my name when I make you, who won't give yourself to others, give in to me." His claw traced a line down the column of your throat to the space between your collarbones, sending a shiver through your body which reached down deep into your core. "Make you feel coital bliss than burns white-hot like a blessing. Make you come undone to me, and me only. No one else but me, your master, your god."

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Previous part

[lilspaceycadet]

Preview I: Be In God's Favor

Your eyes brightened up. A loophole! A way out of this situation! Your fingers brushed over his well-manicured nails.

"I see now," you watched as the corners of his mouth turned up with a subtle elevation. "This is all a test. To see whether I'm truly pious by not giving into temptation." A smile of humble gratitude was playing on your lips. Then you stepped away, and bowed low to him. "Thank you for this test of character, Lord Douma."

With that you knew you had secured your escape whilst still being in his good graces. Nothing you said could be taken with offense, or could be used against you. He had no choice but to permit you to be excused. With head hung low to hide your joy at your success, you walked away from your leader.

The air in the inner sanctum dropped to absolute-zero. The cold-shock made you stop. Moisture seeped through your layers of clothing, seeming to go into your very bones. All hopes of an early victory withering like flowers dying before the freezing blast. Making your chest constrict. You watched as a thin film of ice formed within seconds upon the surface of the waters. Tiny ice crystals grew around the edges of the lotus petals.

Douma tutted. "I enjoyed playing along this little game of yours, my darling. I really did." Thicker grew the gelid air. "But you really try my patience. And that's not very smart of you to do."

Suddenly his hands were on your shoulders, his nails now piercing like icicles. "It was cute. You turning down my advances each time. Faking humility." He put his mouth close to your ear. "But you aren’t the only faker around here. Takes one to know one, as they say." Douma said with a chilling smile.

[lilspaceycadet]

𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 : 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 : 𝙖 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙨, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙚, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

a ringmaster has his eyes on you — how bizarre!

“Dear guest, would you like to come along with me and wander through the fun of terror? Oh, what is that expression? Do it more— you are scared. That's exactly why people come here, dove.”

As he leans forward, his lilac eye glimmers beneath the dim red streetlight, sparking his horror despite not dressed as one of the monsters. Despite your hesitancy, he presses forward,

“Where would you like to go? I can bring you entertainment and lots of games. How exciting, no? And I will have fun with you, you, you, you!!! them, my dear.”

Make a wise choice, dove — he might not be as patient as he seems.

[lilspaceycadet]

Actually if you think your OC is the only one who can be shipped with a canon character and that you're the only one who can write that canon character Right (when your interpretation is v much fanon). You're fucking Weird and probably entitled lmao

[lilspaceycadet]

Bandit Nikolai

POV:

-you're a bartender or waiter/waitress at a tavern and this thing shows up one evening.

You guys go on from here- let's read some thoughts..

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Bandit!Nikolai as a separate post

Had a lot of fun with this...and it came out of the blue, the concept itself

Let me know what you think I've also thought of other sideAUs to the Fyo!Atsushi A.U. because apparently I am now the A.U. person smh

Love it

-Nix🌙

[lilspaceycadet]

𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙄'𝙢 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝

featuring ⨳ yandere!nikolai gogol x asylum_attendant!fem!reader

contents ⨳ angst, very suggestive, obsessive behaviour, deranged!nikolai, heavy yandere tones, heavy hints of physical and emotional abuse, manipulation, heavy dubious consent, possible inaccuracies about asylum (more about this)

notes ⨳ an attempt to put the fic out there because it doesn't appear on tags

“Good morning, Nikolai.”

The man looked at the door and you gave him a friendly smile. He returned your smile with a grin as he watched you stepping further inside his room.

“Have you showered?” you asked.

“I have, yeah! Would you like to sniff me, missy?” he asked, a mischievous tone clear in his voice. You only shook your head and noticed that his hair was still damp. He probably washed his hair and let loose of it once in a while.

“Do you want to have breakfast in your room or the cafeteria?” you asked as you started to gather his blanket and folded it nicely, tidying his bed. Nikolai only watched as he sat at the edge of the bed.

“The cafeteria, please..” he replied. You nodded.

“Very well. Give me a minute and then we will go there,” you replied as you puffed up the pillow. However, your eyes were quick to roam around the bedding, trying to catch anything suspicious being hidden. That was the whole reason why you tidy up the bed after all.

You are Nikolai Gogol's asylum attendant. Gogol was being pursued because of involvement in a massive terrorist act that happened several years ago. But, six months ago, he was finally arrested for terrorism, a high number of first-degree murders and involvement in torturous and inhumane acts. There were also more records of his crime, including impersonating other private civilians and breaching the prison that held various dangerous ability users with explosives. Truly a dangerous man — you wouldn't be surprised if he were to get a verdict of death punishment.

— ˚ ១。read more? ☄.

— ˚ ១。read more? ☄. (AO3)

[lilspaceycadet]

Okay okay okay- When I first saw Nikolai in the opening last episode, I fell over.... seeing him in action may have made me go more feral then I already was *screams in Nikolai is the perfect mix of hot, sexy, cute, adorkable, etc.*

SEEING HIM IN ACTION DID MAKE ME FERAL AS FUCK— like compared to anime pv and op where he also appeared, i did not let out weird noises and screeches (well. maybe) but HIM IN ACTION REALLY MAKES ME PANIC.