#and not sampo himself just tickles me

[rosewiltd]

❛   ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 :   sampo  ( @huijarii ) .

            ❝   Oh  —  Madame  Poisson!   ❞ 

           𝐀  𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄  𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄  𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐈𝐍  𝐀  𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄.  Though  the  crowded  event  feels  a  little  suffocating,  she's  glad  for  a  somewhat  familiar  face  in  it  all.  Corinne  would,  frankly,  rather  tuck  herself  in  a  corner  with  a  good  book;  but  that  would  hardly  yield  forth  any  good  connections.  Her  parents  —  Maman  especially  —  had  been  quite  adamant  that  she  engage  more  with  the  community.  As  if  every  conversation  here  didn't  feel  like  a  game  of  deception  or  piece  of  some  puzzle  she  cannot  envision  the  completed  image  for.

            Her  expression  falters  only  a  little  at  these  stray  thoughts,  but  Corinne  is  quick  to  smooth  out  the  edges  and  give  the  other  woman  her  undivided  attention.  ❝   There  seems  to  be  a  lot  of  guards  tonight…  do  you  think  something  happened?   ❞  As  she  worries  her  bottom  lip  between  her  teeth,  Corinne's  gaze  flits  from  the  abundance  of  Silvermane  Guards  to  Brughel's.  She  doesn't  know  the  woman  really  well,  but  she's  observed  and  spoken  to  her  enough  in  passing  to  come  to  the  conclusion  that  if  anyone  pays  attention  to  the  going-ons  in  Belobog,  it's  Madame  Brughel  Poisson.  Surely,  she  would  know  the  details  if  not  a  little  gossip  to  keep  things  entertaining.

[freyito]

ꜰʀᴇʏᴀ ꜝ ⨟ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ

✭ pairing(s): aventurine, dr ratio, boothill, gallagher, sunday, argenti sampo, jing yuan, blade, luocha, dan heng, gepard, caelus, welt (seperate) x reader

✩ inspo: this is fun to think about

✧ a/n: for those who don't know exactly what this means (also shoutout to freya the god of love), there are 3-5 'types' of (romantic) love. eros, romantic love, ludus, playful love, pragma, enduring love, and then there's mania which is obsessive love and agape which is universal love. The last two can sorta bend in a familiar or platonic way as well as romantic.

🗒 cw: gn reader, just fluff, proofread

✎ wc: 3.3k

⎯ Aventurine

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. Aventurine prefers to flirt, to have fun, be a little silly with his love. After all, life’s too short to not enjoy it. He wants a partner who will not only put up with his games but also join in and enjoy it, someone to tease who will tease back. He would love a deeper connection as well, but before that comes fun.

“Honey, I’m hooome~!” Aventurine calls from the apartment door, making his way to the kitchen. You weren’t cooking anything, simply sifting through the fridge for a snack. His arms wrap around your waist as the scent of his near overbearing cologne washes over you. He presses his lips to your neck and peppers it with a bunch of fleeting kisses, mumbling about his day into your skin even though you didn’t ask. When you dared to try and pull away, he only pulls you closer, pinching at your waist and grinning. “Awhhh, are you not happy to see me?”

He doesn’t give you time to reply, hauling you up and turning on his heels. You don’t get to complain, not before he practically throws you on the bed and throws himself onto you. He wastes no time finding your most ticklish spots, waiting for you to ask for mercy. “I want a proper welcome home!” He exclaims, like you hadn't given him enough attention. Not like you can do what he wants while you do your best not to laugh, squirming underneath him, trying to break free from his tickle attack.

⎯ Dr. Ratio

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. While Ratio isn’t necessarily the best at showing his affection, he is head over heels for you. Absolutely and irrevocably in love, and it only grows with each passing day. He’s quite the gentleman when you get past his cold demeanor, and is quite by-the-book.

You had met him in his classroom after his classes, to give him the lunch you had made him. He regards you with a brisk ‘mh’, You are used to this reaction, and you don’t take it to heart. He tells you he’ll be home a little later, and apologizes. Silence stretches between you two before you tell him it’s alright and start to leave the room.

“I am sorry, my love,” He grabs your wrist before you can fully turn around. He presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, eyes locked on yours as he apologizes. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Dinner tomorrow.” He’s so blunt with it, like you have no choice. But he says it with such sincerity, an emotion that is hard to get from him. His eyes linger with yours as you nod, before letting you go and returning to grading his student’s papers.

⎯ Boothill

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. Boothill loves with his whole heart, but he just can’t take it seriously. He’s always teasing you, whether it be sultry words, little touches, anything. He loves making you blush.

Tonight, you two are at some bar he had dragged you to, and it’s quite lively. Which gives Boothill ample time to show you off, his arm around your shoulders or your waist whenever someone comes up to talk to you or him. He leans in ever so closer with that toothy grin, eyes half-lidded as he whispers something about how cute you look tonight. When he sees even the tiniest blush begin to bloom, he amps up his flirting tenfold.

Over the entire night, he makes little comments that turn into big flourishes of his love for you, small, teasing touches that trail from your shoulder down to your hands, interlocking your fingers. He leans in close and whispers against your ear, not necessarily just flirts, literally anything he can think of, like that you guys need to put soda on the grocery list or something. It’s the way his breath fans over your ear that causes goosebumps to riddle skin. You try and hide your blushing face, but he grabs your chin and tilts your head to meet his gaze, using his hat to shield your faces from the rest of the patrons and pressing a kiss to your lips.

⎯ Gallagher

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. While Gallagher may not sound like it, he’s romantic by heart and looks for a partner he can spend his life with. He wants to settle down, enjoy something that lasts. And he prefers a partner that does the same.

He was lounging on the couch at home, a rare sight normally. When you walked into the living room, he greeted you with a lazy smile, reaching for you like he wasn’t a 30 something year old man. He grabbed your wrist and guided you into his arms with a yawn, nuzzling into your neck and breathing in your scent. He lets out a deep, rumbling ‘mmm’ as he does so, sharing no other words.

Any time you try to break free from his hold, whether you wanna eat or need to go to the bathroom, he groans. He doesn’t say much, whispering quiet ‘love yous’ here and there, and if you really do have to get up, he practically follows you around. He’s rarely ever clingy, he’s probably one of the most independent people you know. He’s only like this when he has something on his mind, and marriage isn’t exactly a far off thought…

⎯ Sunday

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. Sunday is a textbook romantic. A dinner and a movie, roses, have you home by ten, he’s the whole package. Anything you could want, you will have. There’s always a fresh bouquet of flowers in the vase in your living room, and perhaps a new poem for/about you every month.

Whatever he gave you in reality, he gave you tenfold in the Dreamscape (especially since he can). This includes his affection, where you two are hidden away… somewhere in Dewlight Pavillion. Somewhere where Sunday promises no one will find you two. It’s not as if you two are doing something lewd, he’s nestled up against your chest, that’s about it. But, he’s been yearning for some time alone with you since forever. With how busy he has been, he hadn’t got a moment alone with you.

“I missed you.” He states. His work is secondary to this moment, as he grabs your hand and presses a kiss to your palm, before nuzzling his cheek into it, all the while his eyes stay on yours. He has you flustered by the way he does it so desperately, yet so… carefully. He needed this, but he didn’t want to allow himself to lose his composure. So, the best he could do was steal you away when you were bringing him his mail, leave you breathless with a few tender kisses and gentle touches, and lead you back to your way out of the Pavillion.

⎯ Argenti

AGAPE ; UNIVERSAL LOVE. Love, devotion, and worship go hand in hand in hand for Argenti. He loves with his heart, body, mind, and soul. He loves unconditionally, every little bit of you, even the ground you walk on. Where the water wet your skin, where the dirt kissed your hands, he loves and loves and loves.

You two are dancing in your kitchen, to a soundless beat. The only rhythm coming from your barely-heard footsteps and the clank of Argenti’s armor as he shares such a moment with you. It is rare that he is home, always out on some adventure across star systems, but it is always a celebration when he is. Atleast, he makes it a celebration. Laughter fills the room as you try your best to keep up with his steps, the man elegant and flawless, as usual, while you stumble just a tick behind.

“You’ve got it, I know you do.” Argenti coos as you do your best to fall into his steps, still stumbling every so often. He dips you down, eyes searching yours with that content smile plastered on his face, before he pulls you up and chest-to-chest with him. His eyes sparkle with mirth, spinning you two around as if your kitchen was a real and proper ballroom, swaying gently. His eyes closed then, humming some tune, a song lost to time that only he remembered. He had hummed it on your longest days and on your darkness nights, the days you weeped and sobbed in his arms, and the days you had turned to him with such a bright smile. A tune that resembled something homely.

⎯Sampo Koski

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. While Sampo can be quite the romantic, he prefers to tease and play with you instead. Sure, he could dance with you all night long, bring you fresh roses everyday, but where’s the fun in that? He finds it much more fitting to flirt with you on end, brag a little about his ‘sales’, splurge a little for you every now and then.

You walk into your bedroom to find Sampo laying on his side, his head propped up with his hand, a rose in his mouth. He gives you a mock-sultry glare while you stand there, dumbfounded, halfway between disgust and laughter. Rose petals decorate the bed, and the room, and you tell yourself that you’ll have to remind him later that he’ll be cleaning it up.

For now, though, he beckons you closer, and when you do, he pulls you onto the bed quickly, spitting out the rose, and peppering your face with kisses. The room fills with laughter as you do your best to break away, but he continues this torrent of kisses, rarely taking a breath. When you complain that ‘it’s too much!’ he only ups the ante, kissing your neck, your shoulder, any exposed skin he can find. You simply just have to accept your fate, now…

⎯ Jing Yuan

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. He who has waited for an eternity yearns for an eternity spent in one’s arms. Jing Yuan has lost most of those dear to him, if not all. While he knows life will reach its end, he cannot help but wish he had someone to spend the rest of it with.

It is very rare for Jing Yuan to be free for even an hour, and yet here he was, a whole day to himself. He’s lounging in his room, basking in the sun while you lay in his arms, reading a book. You two barely share any words, yet the silence between says it all. It’s a comfortable feeling, something that feels like home, something he cherishes every second of. It’s one thing to find home within the Xianzhou, but it’s another to find home in someone’s arms.

He tilts his head as he looks down at the book your reading, contemplating if he wanted to pull your attention away from the book, or not. With a soft ‘hmph’, he makes his decision to leave you alone, choosing to nuzzle into your hair instead. You don’t react, which he doesn’t mind, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer as he closes his eyes. Perhaps an afternoon nap would do him some good…

⎯ Blade

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. Not even death could keep Blade away from you. His own suicidal tendencies, his never-ending want to die, his need to die, his own voice begging for a means to an end, it all washes away when he sees your smile, as if the sun is greeting him once more after such a wretched eclipse.

He knows he has loved in the past, and yet when he recalls that feeling, Blade is only met with a burning feeling akin to rage clawing its way through his chest. He prefers to not think about it much, focusing on Elio’s script and whatever mission he’s been dispatched on. Yet, when he’s met with you laying in his bed, messing with his phone, waiting for him, a different kind of feeling weaves its way into his heart. Something warm, a kindling, of sorts.

His own voice quiets when he allows himself to feel that feeling, peace, perhaps? He’s quick to brush it off, shove it down along with any other emotion that was daring to well up, and takes a seat next to you. When you look up and beckon him closer, he doesn’t accept. But, he does lean in, and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. It’s a rare display, you can’t remember the last time he even dared to hold your hand. And before you can question him, he’s gone, out of the room, leaving his phone behind, like always.

⎯ Luocha

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. Luocha is quite the romantic when he wants to be. Since he spends most of his time wandering, he doesn’t get to see you very often. But when he returns home, he loves nothing more than to share stories of his travels and hold you in his arms. You are his anchor, what brings him back to reality when his thoughts drift to the distant churches and candle wicks that give way to angry flames…

He finds you sleeping on the couch, phone in hand, twitching every now and then, but making no real reaction to any sound. It was clear that you were waiting for Luocha to come home, and had succumbed to sleep. Luocha had texted you 4 days ago that he would be home, and you yourself had no idea how long you had been up, the past couple of days had skewed your perception of time. By now, it was around 3:00 am.

With a soft huff and an even softer gaze, Luocha scoops you up into his arms and carries you to your shared bed. He’s careful, doing his best to be as quiet as possible as he carries you, but you still wake up. You mutter a slurred ‘Luocha?’, and all he does is shush you, shaking his head and greeting you with a warm smile. You don’t get time to protest as he lays you down on the bed, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead, before turning on his heel and exiting the room. He will join you later, as much as he wants to lay beside you now, he’d like to get settled back in, first.

⎯ Dan Heng

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. Dan Heng tends to retreat into himself, a lot. Ever since he revisited the Xianzhou, this has become a habit of his. He doesn’t exactly push you away, but his ‘time to think’ seems to overtake your guys’ alone time. Regardless of it all, he always comes back to you, finding home safe in your arms.

He wakes in the dead of night, his past life’s memories catching up to him once more. He doesn’t cry or scream, his breath is shallow, as he listens to the silence of the hotel you two were staying at. He stills for a moment, the scars of the past fading into a blissful nothingness, before he looks down at you. Sleeping peacefully, completely unbothered by Dan Heng’s sudden awakening.

His body relaxes as his mind quiets finally, the simple sight of you reminding him that the past is the past, and nothing more matters right now. He settles back into bed, taking a moment to admire your face, hesitantly reaching out. His fingers brush against your cheek, trailing to your hairline, tucking a strand behind your ear. You don’t even flinch, but you instinctively curl up closer to him. Dan Heng graces your sleeping form with a rare smile and a huff, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

⎯ Gepard

EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. While Gepard may be shy about certain things, that doesn’t mean he is lacking in the romance department. His job may keep him away from you for quite a while, but he always finds his way back to you.

It had been quite a while since you and Gepard had a proper date, or even night out. Oftentimes, he’d come home late into the night, too exhausted to even eat, and all he would want to do is cuddle up next to you in bed. He loves his job, he truly does, even if it means coming home at near 2 am and waking up at 5 am. Of course he wants to spend as much time with you, but some days are harder than others, and he wants to stay as healthy as he can.

Tonight, however, he’s come home early. At 6 pm to be exact. A completely normal time to get off work… if he wasn’t the captain of the Silvermane Guards. Before you can even ask why he’s home so early, he hurriedly asks you out on a date. His face is only slightly flushed, and the minute you say yes, he lights up like the sun peeking through the clouds on a rainy day. He takes you out to one of the nicest, fanciest restaurants in Belobog, and he just cannot contain the giddy smile all throughout the night. He stares at you as if you are straight out of a movie, eyes practically shining everytime you laugh.

⎯ Caelus

LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. Caelus doesn’t take himself too seriously, even if there’s a stellaron housed inside of him. So why take love too seriously…? Not that he doesn’t love you, no, he adores you. But between all this trailblazing and saving planets and researching stellarons and what not, he doesn’t get much of a chance to be a little silly. And you, luckily, are his escape from that.

He barges into your room with the brightest smile known to man, his hair a little messy, and what you can only hope is soot dusting his cheeks and hands. Caelus looks so proud. Too proud. In his hands he holds what looks to be a worn out raccoon plushie, also blessed with a heavy dusting of soot. You stare at him blankly as he does not explain himself, simply waltzing over to your bed.

“Our son.” He states, so proudly, as if he had brought the thing into the world on his own. Desperately in need of some fun today, you play along, telling him ‘our son needs a bath.’ And Caelus looks at you as if you have offended his entire lineage (which, apparently, is two people now.) He jokingly chastises you for calling your son ‘dirty’, and “How could you say that to him!?” “He’s just a baby!”. Though, eventually after hours and hours of him threatening to put his sooty hands all over you, he washes the stuffed raccoon. And himself.

⎯ Welt

PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. Welt has seen lifetimes pass, and lifetimes more come into the universe. He’s vowed to himself to love whoever comes into his life as long as he loves, to love hard and never back down. He dreams of church bells ringing while the scent of roses fill the air, rather than the mournful gong of those ringing bells, signaling someone's end, or the bittersweet smell of lilies.

He holds you closely tonight, practically bathing in your cologne, eyes closed as he hums a tune from some far off timeline. It is a quiet, tender moment, one that is very rare between the two of you. Welt could spend all his time on the Astral Express and still never have enough time for you. He is greedy in that way, seeking any time he can with you, even if it is only for 5 minutes.

He himself doesn’t know why he’s feel especially wanting tonight, but he doesn’t busy his mind asking himself why. Time and space is infinite even as constricting as it feels, and he knows better than to keep himself occupied with such silly questions. The day he catches himself not missing you, yearning for you, is the day that he will wither into stardust.

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[lavandulawrites]

Genshin men or Honkai Star Rail men (whichever you prefer or tickles your fancy at the moment) with a darling that just likes to sit in their lap. Just a very cuddly darling that shows almost cat like affection (ie, darling will initiate affection when they want it, head buts as a form of affection? Just sort of nuzzling into the yandere when they feel like)

(Does this make sense? I just woke up)

Yandere HSR Men With An Affectionate Darling

Characters: Argenti, Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Caelus, Dan Heng, Dr. Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Jiaoqiu, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Moze, Mr. Reca, Sampo, Sunday, Welt

I chose Honkai Star Rail. This is such a cute request<3 Don’t worry anon, I understood what you meant:) I wrote this as soft yandere, but if you (or anyone else) wants me to write a more eerier version let me know! I’m open for yandere hsr men requests with different scenarios (though I’m most likely nit going to include as many characters as in this one).

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Warnings: fluff, soft yandere, obsession, possessiveness, delusional yandere, protectiveness

Word count: 1678

Argenti

Argenti thought your behaviour is absolutely adorable. He highly encouraged it and nuzzled his head onto the top of your head while whispering you praises.

His heart bustled with love and adoration as you sat yourself onto his lap for the fourth time that day. The Knight of Beauty is so very happy that you realise you are safest in his strong arms. With him you are safe from all the horrors of the universe. A poor little thing like you shouldn’t see such ugliness.

Aventurine

After all the horrors and the abuse the blond Stoneheart has faced throughout his life, your affection is something he deeply cherish. When you first willingly sat yourself down on his lap, his gorgeous multicoloured eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. After that he chases after your love and affection as if it were his lifeline (and it might very well be just that).

His hands tangled themselves in your hair as you rest your head against his shoulder. His breathing is uneven as he swears to himself he will keep you safe for eternity, no matter the cost. If he have to, he will burn down the entirety of the universe. Because there is no way in hell he will let someone as pure as you get hurt. His cheeks redden in uncharacteristically blush.

Blade

Blade had just come home from a particularly difficult and exhausting mission, when you greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug. His black heart hammered against his chest at the unexpected gesture. He hesitantly returned your hug while his thoughts ran through all sorts of possibilities that your gesture was a trap. When he realised that was not the case, he relaxed into the hug.

Now, every time he comes back from a mission, he can’t wait to feel your warmth again. He won’t initiate it, but it’s clear as day what he want. His feelings is deeper than what they were before and his possessiveness has gotten out of hand.

Boothill

Given his new identity as a Galaxy Ranger, Boothill had long given up the idea of such things as affection and loving touches. So when you first snuggled up to him almost like the barn cats he grew up with, he couldn’t help but feel the sting of phantom tears (oh if only if that doctor hadn’t removed his ability to cry). He brushed his emotions of with a cheeky comment and a chuckle at your shyness.

You being such an adorable little darling, he can’t leave you unprotected now could he? His new life mission is keeping you safe and everyone who stands in his life will pay with their lives.

Caelus

The eccentric young man loved snuggling up with you. It was rarely you couldn’t find him with you in his arms. Your affectionate behaviour only egged him further on. He was like glued to you. His amber eyes filled with hearts as he locked eyes with you.

One night as he held you in his strong arms, he decided he will keep you in his room from now on. You are much safer there after all and it isn’t like you don’t like him. So you sure wouldn’t mind it.

Dan Heng

Dan Heng had never been familiar with hugs and other forms of affection. Sure, he had read about it, but it was a foreign concept. So one could say the first time you hugged him greatly shocked him. It took a few times before he relaxed against you. His entire being brimming with joy.

He wanted to drown himself in your lovely eyes and always feel your warmth. His already existing possessiveness tenfold as his need to keep you close by and where his eyes always could see you.

Dr. Ratio

The famous doctor was extremely fond of your affection, but he rather not show it. It would be improper, but still a geniuses slips up from time to time. He can’t help the smiles that forms upon his lips whenever you snuggle up to him. You reminded him of a cat and he couldn’t help but gently stroke his hand over your back.

In public he will seem as stern and stotic as he usually does, but inside he is consumed with love that ran deeper than any well. His throat closes up when your hand finds his. Ratio loves coming home to your waiting arms where all his worries and sorrows seem to disappear.

Gallagher

Gallagher was as affectionate as a dog and he loved your cuddles. He seems comfort in your warmth and his heart softened like pudding when you do the same with him.

You’re safe within his arms. You are a fragile thing and Gallagher can’t help the need to protect you from anything. Why would you want to be alone when you could be with him? Your cuddle sessions becomes a normal part of your everyday life, a change which Gallagher welcomes with open arms.

Gepard

The first time you wrapped your arms around the Captain in a living hug, he froze in place just like the ice in the outskirts of town. His face reddened, but happiness overflowed his eyes.

Every time he came home from work he sought out your warm embrace. His stress melted away as you held him in your arms. He was glad you were content with staying at home and far away from the dangerous outside.

Jiaoqiu

The fox was very cuddly himself and was more than happy to indulge in your cuddles. His soft tail was more often than not wrapped around your limbs in an effort to keep you as close to him as possible.

He greatly appreciated your affectionate nature and used it as a means to keep you close to him and away from all harm. At night when his nightmares appeared and his need to lock you away crept through his mind, his hold on you tightened in a firm grip. He will never let you go.

Jing Yuan

The snoozing general loved your cuddliness. He found it adorable and it made his love for you deepen (if that was even possible). His protective arms were always snugly wrapped around you. You were his everything and he was beyond grateful for your loving affection.

Jing Yuan adored your soft personality and he would be damned if he didn’t use it to make you stay with him. Why would you bother to go outside when you could be inside cuddling with him? It’s so much safer inside after all…

Luocha

Luocha was a gentle man through and through. For him it was nothing more important than you. He enjoyed your affection and encouraged it with his skilled silver tongue.

He want to have you as close to him as possible at all times, but sadly that is not possible given his missions that require you to stay somewhere safe. When he gets home from said missions, the first thing he does is finding you and wrap his arms around you. He will pamper you as much as possible and his heart warms with love every time you snuggle up to him.

Moze

The assassin had always been wary to physical touch, and that with good reason. There was way too many people who would love nothing more than to see him dead. You, however showed him that affection was a beautiful thing (that might only be because it’s you).

With you in his arms, he let his guard down. He felt peaceful and he wanted nothing more than to keep you safe. His arms coiled themselves around you in a tight hold as he swore to himself that he would eradicate every obstacle.

Mr. Reca

The ideal night for Mr. Reca was a movie night together with you. Your cuddly personality came in handy for just that. Your warmth inspired him and he made sweet romantic movies with the main character inspired by you. Though no actor could even come close to capture your greatness.

He purposely put on horror movies to have you cling to him like a lifeline. You were so adorable that his heart almost couldn’t take it. You were so fragile and sweet that he couldn’t bear seeing any harm come your way. You will be safer hidden away in his home where only he could reach you.

Sampo

The cunning con-artist businessman could never get enough of your cuddles. He had no shame and often wraith his arms around you whenever you went in a tight bear hug.

Nights consisted of cuddles and sweet nothings. His love for you almost made his heart burst through his chest and his possessiveness grew every day. He was sure one day his heart would explode if he didn’t protect you from all the cruel things humanity was capable of.

Sunday

Your hugs brought warmth and comfort which was something Sunday really needed. With you in his arms all his worries seemed to disappear. His wings shields your face as you nuzzle your head against his.

You remind him of the little bird he and his sister found when they were children and the need to keep you safe is what drives him. He cannot bear to live in world without you.

Welt

There is nothing like a good cup of tea and you perched on his lap. He loves very sweet moment shared between the two of you. He has experience lots of horrible things throughout his long life, so the serenity shared with you is something he greatly appreciated.

He vowed to himself to always keep you safe. Though that is no challenge given how you prefer to spend your days together with him. He felt blessed that you felt so safe with him that you showed him your affectionate side. Welt will always put you first everything as you is more important to him than everyone else (they ones who tried to come between you won’t know what’s coming for them).

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–‧˚꒰🤍꒱༘⋆ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐎 + 𝐆𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐃

Sampo was holding you up with big strong arms, fucking you up and down on his aching cock. Gepard wasn't far from the two of you, looking at you through half-lided eyes and purposely stroking himself to the sight before him."Sampo is doing a good job with you, isn't he little one ?" Sampo asked you with that sugary tone of his. He didn't expect a reply from you as you were nothing but a moaning mess in his arms. You glared at Gepard, silently begging him to get closer. Once you had them both by your sides, you let Sampo guide you on your knees, their big cocks above your face. You took Gepard's first, tasting the salty precum at the tip and lick a fat stripe down to the base. Encouraged by his groans, you mouthed at his balls kissing and licking until there was saliva all over. You swapped away Sampo's hand on his own cock, ignoring his protests and doing the job yourself. The room was filled with their moans and the sounds of your wet mouth working on them. At some point, they both were stroking themselves over your face, your tongue out waiting for their cum. You sighed when they spilled their release on you, licking off everything you could catch with greed.

–‧˚꒰🤍꒱༘⋆ 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍 + 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄

They have been bullying your pussy for ages thanks to their high stamina. They took turns to fuck you so you couldn't even remember how many times they have made you cum, from their mouths, hands and cocks... Now they were both fucking you at the same time, your trembling figure being sandwiched between their two bulky chests and you felt so incredibly full. Jing Yuan held you close against him, his cock deeply buried in your pussy as Blade was pounding your ass from behind. He was grunting lowly, his forehead resting between your shoulder blades and he could feel you tightening like a vice around his member. You felt their hands wandering all over your body, Jing Yuan paid extra attention to your breasts while Blade stared with burning eyes at your ass jiggling caused by the intensity of his own thrusts. "I'm not gonna last..." Jing Yuan gasped, you felt his cock twitching inside of you. Your eyes rolled back as you hugged Jing Yuan tighter against you, Blade following the movement, his chest stuck to your back. Their thrusts were coordinated, such as their hands gropping every piece of you, stroking your body in the most gentle yet possessive way. "Where do you want us ?" Blade managed to ask with a groan, long strands of black hair tickling your neck. "Pl-please cum inside of me" you felt in heaven when they both filled you with their warm load.

˚꒰🤍꒱༘⋆ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 + 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐑

"See how she is sucking my fingers in ? It's your turn now, birdie", Gallagher laid back on your side and let Sunday took position between your legs, spreading them wider as he stared at your pussy with doe eyes. You were totally at their mercy, Gallagher showing the head of the Oak family how to properly finger his girl. It was Gallagher's idea, he had always desired to see you being spoiled by another man. Sunday just happened to be the source of his torments lately, which explained why he was between your thighs thumbing at your swollen clit before sliding his finger into you. He gently kissed your inner thighs, brows furrowed as his glare was focused on your pussy. "Add another one. Even two. She is wet enough", Gallagher smirked but his tone wasn't mocking. You barely heard the sound of pants being unzipped because Sunday has chosen that moment to add two fingers beside the first one. He pumped them thoughtfully, his golden eyes now fixed on your face contorting in pleasure. "That's so good keep going" you encouraged him as you felt Gallagher place your hand on his warm thick cock. You tightened your grasp on his lenght and stroked him up and down at the same pace as Sunday's fingers into you. Sunday whose desperatly humping the bed for some release, his little wings fluttering with pleasure.

–‧˚꒰🤍꒱༘⋆ 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 + 𝐃𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎

You wished you could shut your husband up. That sly mouth of his was turning you on too much, though you couldn't say anything as your own mouth was too busy sucking his cock like your life depended on it. "My jewel..." Aventurine took your hair into a ponytail and you stared up with teary eyes. "You're being particularly good, and you seem to enjoy yourself more than ever... Are you putting on a show for our dear friend ?" he glared at Ratio who was pounding into you from behind, his strong hands holding your hips up. Ratio scoffed but didn't even deign add something, his focus on your pliant body underneath him. Aventurine took his cock out of your mouth and he shushed your whines by tapping the tip against your shiny lips. "Use your hand instead, I wanna hear you. And look at me when he fucks you." You moaned as you wrapped your hand around his cock, feeling like a slut for your husband and his friend. Ratio looked at the captivating rythm of your hand going up and down on Aventurine, feeling an urge to fuck you even deeper and hear more of your sweet sounds. As he pounded you earnestly, you could only whine desperately begging for release. You left open mouth kisses on Aventurine's cock as you stroked him, silently praying for the night to never end.

–‧˚꒰🤍꒱༘⋆ 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 + 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍

Your thighs hurt but the desire to get off made you grind your pussy again and again. Black Swan's head rolling back as she rubbed her own cunt against yours. You were both so wet your pussy lips were gliding with ease against each others. Acheron held the memo keeper's head and made her look back at you as her free hand travelled down to grasp one of her breast. Black Swan was whining in bliss from both the friction of your pussies and Acheron's bullying her nipple. Those sweet sounds made you buck your hips with more precision. "That's it my love, use me to cum" you encouraged her breathlessly. She let out a sob of pleasure as her hands held your thigh tighter and with a few more thrusts, she came with a breathless whine. It didn't take you long to cum as well, you rubbed your pussy against her messy one and glared at Acheron who was touching herself. "Come here", she suggested the two of you as you came down from your highs. Black Swan sat on her face as you got closer to Acheron's pussy, kissing her puffy clit before sliding your tongue over her folds. She softly moaned, but the sounds were muffled by Black Swan who was already fucking herself on Acheron's tempting mouth. The emanator raided her hips up to meet your mouth and you obliged, tongue kissing her with vigor until she came against your mouth.

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[coca-cola-rollercoaster]

Sampo romance rant because I was thinking about it??

I always see like 'oh he's a scammer and a conman, he would cheat on you or he doesn't do relationships or whatever' nah, look at that nerd, he may be silver-tongued and cocky, but he's also pathetic, as much as he would act like he's a ladies man, this guy would be like 'holy shit, someone actually loves me? Someone actually said yes?' And he would be like a dog, loyal as hell, always bringing you stuff, always touching you and following you around, showering you with praise and getting equally excited when you do so in turn, like come on guys, did you see his dream bubble in penacony?? (I am not caught up in penacony btw, no spoilers please) either way, homeboys a big old sappy nerd on the inside and just wants your attention and love and praise, I feel like he would be able to make you smile whenever he wanted to, whether it was a cheesy joke, something goofy like dancing or singing, or tickling, he would jump through hoops if it made you happy, he just wants to see you laughing and smiling and he doesn't care if he has to embarrass himself to do it. If you came home upset over something his first thought would be to make you smile somehow, he would 100% listen and be like angry/sad/frustrated for you but his next mission would be to make you feel better

[r0-boat]

Could I request some dom!Sampo smut headcannons?

He's so pretty it makes me angry.

Dom!Sampo x gn!reader headcannons

Nsfw below!

He'll make you fall apart underneath Him, and he'll enjoy every second of it, lightly tampering and toying with your body with his fingers, watching your body react and taking notes on what you like. Those pretty turquoise eyes of his will light up upon hearing you gasp when he pinches and twists your sensitive nipples. "oh? You like that?" Sampo will purr before licking his lips, wondering how you'll react when He licks and sucks on them.

Sampo love is giving you hickeys. Everywhere all over your neck, making them as visible as you would let him, and he loves watching you scramble to cover them up in the morning. If you gave him hickeys, he would wear them as if they were a badge. If he ever sees you out on the snowy streets of Belobog, then he notices that those lovely little marks of his are fading, he'll make sure that you're alone to drag you into an alleyway and press your whole body against the wall, his hands immediately going under your clothes as he feels you up while his mouth is directly on your neck. His clothed crotch grinding against your body, his shaking breath tickling your sensitive skin.

You have to stop him before he takes you right into this alleyway. Sampo didn't mind pulling his cock out of his pants just to slide inside you or grinding his naked cock against your sensitive parts until he came holding you against the wall, your legs wrapped around him, and silencing your moans with his mouth. But today, you had somewhere to be. He looked like a kicked puppy whining as you gently pushed him away when you felt a tent forming in his pants.

Sampo never liked waiting, especially when it came to you. He was impatient and needy; it was already made worse by his high libido. He likes sex, and he would never turn down a quickie from you, anytime anywhere if the two of you were alone in public he just give you that Sly smirk and whispered in your ear, "I could fuck you right here, make you feel real good while my hand covers your mouth so you don't scream too loud". When he saw that you were back home at your apartment, he didn't waste any time. Instead of using the door like a normal person, he climbed through your window. Good thing he's already done this before and he knew it was him or else you would have called an old friend of his from the Silvermane Guard.

Sampo talks during sex. His dirty talk will drive you wild, telling you every little impure thought in his mind making you fully aware of what you do to him. And what he'll do to you for making him feel like this.

Sampo normally takes his time with you his tongue and lips on every part of your skin. His hands roaming your body slowly peeling off your clothes, enjoying how close he is to you, enjoying how you feel against him. How good you feel when he slowly slides inside of you, feeling your walls clench when he waits for you to adjust to his size. He asks you if he feels good inside you if he's too big, or any other question but he knows makes you squirm.

However, if Sampo it's already pent-up, he'll skip the pleasantries, his hand around your neck as he forces you into the mattress, his teeth sinking into his lip as he rubs himself against your ass, ready to fuck you hard. He wants you to grab at the sheet and Scream his name, make him dumb by your walls milking his cock. Forcing the two of you to cum over and over till the two of you can't move anymore. As much as he loves to make you drool on his cock he prefers taking things slow, having your hands feel him up while he pulls you into his lap. Whispering dirty things and sweet nothings in your ear. Moaning in delight when your hips growing down on him.

He loves moving your body into new positions, whether to go deeper or fuck harder. But his favorite will forever be the classic mercenary position. Where he can watch every reaction you give him, he'll be the first to see your eyes well up with tears when you're overwhelmed with pleasure or when your back arches when you cum. If you try to cover your your face with his arms, he'll just grab them with one hand and pin them over your head.

His favorite thing to do is lap up your mixed juices after he came on you. He adores the way your breath hitches and shakes as you watch him lick up his own cum mixed with your own.

Sampo takes great pride in making sure you're satisfied even though you're not really into the same Kinks as him he'll try his best to include them in his dirty talk.

Speaking of Kinks there is nothing that gets him more complex than Mind Break, Corruption Kink, and Free Use. Turning you into nothing but a Mindless fuck toy, well, you could do nothing but nod your pretty little head when he demands cum on his cock. Ruining you for anyone else with his fat cock, making sure you never even think about another man. Sampo can fully break you, he could last all day if he really wanted to and still have enough energy for tomorrow, and he's into that too( Marathon sex).

Sampo will always make sure you know you're safe because he wants to treat you like you're just a doll to be used. His hands speaking your ass until it's red, or maybe him choking you while he pounds your pathetic hole. One of his biggest fantasies is literally tying you down for the rest of the day and using you however he pleases, whenever he pleases, until you stop thinking.

When he's finally done with you, he wraps his arms around you and kisses you Softly, Whispering against your hair, asking if you'd like anything; he'd ask if he was too rough, too hard, too harsh. Your satisfaction is his utmost priority. It always will be.

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2024/Day 09 - Dance

Honkai: Star Rail - Sampo x Gepard

After browsing through a couple of music discs, Sampo finally found the one he was looking for: “The Cusp of Ignition”, sung by none other than Serval Landau herself. As the first strings of the guitar that composed the track began to be played, Sampo turned around to face the other man in the room, greeting him with a cheeky grin.

“So, what do you say? Hm, hm?” He smiled, extending his hand and reaching out to Gepard, who was still standing with a serious facade and his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Come on, can’t you fancy me a dance, Geppie?”

“I don’t dance, Koski,” Gepard hissed, feigning annoyance as he tried to build his way out of that unlikely situation, “I don’t even know how to. My sister inherited the artistic skills, not me.”

“Please, it’s not that hard, especially with a catchy song like hers,” Sampo insisted, daring to walk over the Silvermane Captain and grabbing him by his wrist, dragging Gepard to the middle of the room. “Just move your body, don’t overthink it.”

“K-Koski! Let me g- h-hey!” Gepard groaned as he was moved around like a puppet, Sampo forcing his arms to sway at each note played, pushing and pulling him around as Gepard’s sister’s voice filled the room.

“You’re too tense! Loose up, for the aeons’ sake,” Sampo teased, pulling Gepard’s body closer to his before latching his hand onto his side, squeezing it, “here, let me give you a hand ~”

“T-thahat’s not h-helping, Kohoski!” Gepard gritted his teeth and, in fact, the tickling didn’t seem to help as the captain became even more tense - an attempt to stiffen up and refrain from letting out any unwanted sounds. That, however, was not enough to convince Sampo.

Forcing Gepard to spin and turn his back to him, Sampo wrapped one arm around Gepard’s shoulder, catching him before he could fall and, of course, resuming the tickling as he did so. “Ge~ppie~ I told you to loosen up. I can’t teach you like this!”

“Y-yohohou are nohot teheheatching me, y-you- AHAH!” Gepard cackled as Sampo prodded at the space between his lowest ribs, erupting a louder, more frantic reaction. “Y-Yohohou bahahastard, stohohop this foohoholery!”

“Heh, can’t do that, I’m afraid, Geppie,” Sampo mused, his mind wandering to some other topic at the sound of those words. Those weren’t important right now, there were a couple moments left before the end of the song. “Ohh, look at you go, Geppie ~ you’re already a pro at it!”

“Q-quihihit the mohohockery!” Gepard groaned, barely managing to get on his own feet as he stumbled around the middle of the room, being pushed and pulled in and out of Sampo’s arms, poked and tickled over and over in the process.

Sampo, however, simply laughed along, amusing himself with the captain’s reactions. “I can tell you got the skills for dancing as well, Geppie,” he nodded, acting as if he was actually proud of Gepard’s poor attempts of keeping up with him. “We just need to work a bit more on them… good thing your sister just released a full album, right? ~”

A/N: I switched this one last minute so I could open room for other prompt, so I hope it doesnt feel too rushed hahah

[elations-vessels]

:my clematis:

”Though we met so young, in the innocence of youth, and I let you burry yourself into my heart…. I’m no good for you.”

“With you I felt unconditionally loved again.”

Remember… Remember…the day we met?

How could he forget?

Sampo sits atop the Belebog hotel, the tall roofs hiding his figure from sight. A small smile on his lips as he watches the captain of the Silvermane guard patrolling in civies. Ever so diligent, and a workaholic to the core. Didn’t that man ever take a break? He pulled out one of his daggers, twirling it in his hand. “No, I suppose you don’t…. Your father wouldn’t have approved of you ‘resting’, on your heaven forbid, day off.”

Course, Sampo already knew that he was the problem… most likely. This being the only way Gepard would even look for him��� Though, him forgetting me was the point wasn’t it…? Sampo had seen old man Landau’s reaction to finding out his son had been speaking to an underworld child (himself). Saw the fear while peaking through the manor’s windows, and how Serval, ever the protective big sister put herself between Gerard and the angry lion. The bastard had thrown a literal vase near Gepard, and Sampo had wanted nothing more then to burst in and… and….Well he’d been angry… especially after what that ‘lions’ guards had done to his friends…

Bodies littered the ground, his friends that helped him try to get things to help the Underworld people… to help themselves… fear in their eyes, except for her… who’s last act in death was to laugh at the whole thing. Don’t cry…laugh!!

He’d laughed alright… but lost a lot of himself.

Well… it was that day, as he gazed at the mess and destruction he caused, Sampo knew that for how awful the Elder Landau was… The man was right about Sampo. No good, what could he possibly share, or give of value to someone so bright as the little Landau Prince. Sampo knew he’d had to make Gepard forget him. Forget the bond they’d formed, and honestly it was for the better… at least that’s what he told himself. So, saying his goodbyes to the happy… and bright boy, Sampo used the trick Aha had taught him.

While he’d dreamed…. Sampo went in and just, pulled the images of himself from the boys mind. Perhaps he’d remember ‘talking’ to an underworld child… but the face and name was gone. With a sad heart, Sampo had to say goodbye to the one who’d brought a warmth in his chest. The one who’d made him feel an elated emotion, and the one who looked at him with a smile that brought about stupid butterflies.

“But… alas, my dear…favorite…audience of one. I’m not any good for you…”

But because he was stupid, even into his adult years and he has gathered his resources… gained connections and aliases galore. Sampo ever yearned to be just that underworld child, who connected with an overworld child… and then that affection deepened over the years, because he just could not leave him… of course it was with different faces, names, voices that Sampo began to know Gepard. Then as Sampo, he’d give chase and enjoyed the attention he’d get from the blonde captain.

Could he ever reach out as himself though?

the sound of bells, and light laughter tickled his ear and he sighs. Chuckling to himself, “Of course not… I’m just a background character. Just doing things from the sidelines… isn’t that right, Miss Sparkle?”

a swish of perfume, and a giggle manifested behind him. The feeling of slender arms wrapping around his shoulders, a chin resting on his head. “Silly Sampo, why are you doing your stupid pining on roofs again?”

“Hey now, who says I’m pining?” He smirks, flicking his wrist. The dagger disappears. “I’m just observing more routs, and my territory for the day…gotta make sure things don’t go to shit while I’m gone~”

Sparkle huffs, poking his cheek. “Your lies don’t fool me, dear, I can feel your pulse. Now, why don’t we leave for the day? I got my big show in Penecony after all~ I want to do a duet before the big boom~”

He grabbed her wrist, thumb on the pulse, a light kiss. “You’re not planning on any deaths are you? I don’t do macabre duets.”

“Of course not~ I just have an idea for a… thrilling romantic moment for a certain mech and raccoon~”

He raised a brow, huh that was new. What did the laughter have in mind for the Trailblazer? He took one last look at the blonde captain, pushing down that yearning feeling.

Well… time to be a fool.

[ticklystuff]

have some random sampard thoughts, bear with me

gepard being one of those people in self-denial about liking tickling. he doesn't quite understand why he finds it so flustering when others are tickled, or why he has to force himself to pull away whenever sampo sneaks some pokes to his side during a hug. he just doesn't

but sampo does. he notices the way gepard eyes intently lock onto any for display of public tickling, notices the way gepard will move closer to his hands when tickled, notices the way gepard never begs him to stop. but gepard never says anything, so sampo thinks and think and thinks..

"i like tickling" sampo lies one day

"you what?" there's a defensive edge to the shock displayed on gepard's face

"i. like. tickling." sampo repeats slowly, studying gepard's expression

and gepard has to think for a moment. "that's uh.. that's- i'm not sure what to say to that."

"oh come on. is there something wrong with that-"

"i never said that" gepard answers quickly, avoiding eye contact. "it's.. i think it's fine."

"of course it's fine!" sampo scoffs. "tickling is completely normal, geppie! why wouldn't it be?"

"oh.. yeah, it's.. normal." gepard mutters. his thoughts are stricken across his face. "i- so uh, do you like being tickled-"

"nope."

"oh, so..... oh"

gepard is nervous, sampo can sense, yet there's that faint glint in his eye. "care to indulge me for the night, gepard?"

"uh, i suppose, but-"

"are you absolutely sure?"

"no, but-"

"i need you to be okay with it"

"i-"

"tell me if you don't want to"

"no, i-i do" gepard stutters, yet finally returns eye contact.

and sampo smiles a genuine one. "happy to hear"

sampo isn't his normal self, no. he can't be; he doesn't want to completely scare gepard off. gepard's a nervous wreck, a slight tremble to his limbs before they even begin. so sampo takes things slow, dragging his fingers gently, feeling every inch of gepard's body. the tips of his fingers float down onto his skin like leaves sitting atop water, cascading along the river surface without purpose. he wants gepard to feel at ease, to understand this is something he can enjoy too.

"i like this spot" sampo tells gepard, poking rapidly at his ribs. the laughter filling the room is breezy, unrestrained. gepard's body almost relaxes at his touch. "i think i'll make it my favorite- one to come back to"

and gepard, he smiles. his eyes, they smile. he feels good, he feels high. what is sampo doing to him, he wonders. what is this, asks the tiny voice in his mind, yet gepard can't hear him, or rather, he ignores him.

and when they're done, sampo cuddles with gepard and asks him how he feels, to which gepard just nods. when sampo asks him if he'd do it again, gepard just nods.

"see? nothing wrong with tickling."

and gepard just nods.

[seichv]

˖ ࣪⭑ CERTIFIED FREAK !

☆ sum: sunday, gallagher, aventurine, and sampo's kinks.

contents: nsfw (MDNI!!!), f!reader, bdsm, dacryphilia, exhibitionsim, orgasm denial, slight degradation, praise, p in v, fingering, creampie, squirting, daddy kink (gallagher) sampo is subby and whiny, choking, just... freak shit hehe ;)

note: writing slump: 0 ellie: 1 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

SUNDAY - BDSM

yeah, he can indeed fool someone with those angelic looks, can’t he? he can easily deceive with them. giving you the impression that you could get away with just about anything under his watch, huh? you were simply wrong. little did you know the things he was capable of.

who would’ve thought you’d find yourself tied up, bound, hands clasped together by ropes, ankles tied to the ends of the bed, with sunday looming over you like a tantalizing, impending, dooming shadow, his sharp gaze like daggers, like frosty ice, boring into you, boring deep. 

“should i have brought a gag along with me too, darling?” he teases, inching his face closer and closer to you as your pussy pulsates with a brutal need, drenched in your arousal. he can practically smell it on you. smell your surrender, your submission. 

and oh, how beautiful the sight of your naked form is… trembling, goosebumps tickling your skin. it’s purely art to him. a masterpiece. and it's all for him and him only.

you vigorously shake your head in response, watching him slowly stroke his cock as he aligned it just barely at your weeping entrance, and you impetuously rut your hips up, desiring friction, attention, any sort of contact, as you writhed in agonizing desperation, deprivation. "n-no, please… please, fuck me…”

he hums at the sound of your frail voice, a smile spreading along his face. "such a pretty mouth uttering such filthy words… hm,”

and before you can say anything else, you suck in a deep gasp, the intrusion of his length taking you out in one go. he buries himself to the hilt in one thrust, and slowly, tormentingly begins rolling his hips, watching your expression like a hawk the entire time. he can’t help but hiss, your spongey, melting walls encasing him, sheer blankets of your slippery slick smearing along his cock. this couldn’t be mere pleasure anymore, this was euphoria.

and he’s already lost his sanity,

“o-oh, yes, yes,” you gasp, the thump of your heart skyrocketing in speed, as his pelvis starts smacking into yours faster… and harder… the woody material of the bed frame beneath you creaking, and ramming into the walls. you simply can’t understand how he can possibly feel so good. reaching places inside you you never knew you could feel, as if he were attempting to merge the two you into one.

"i want you to tell me,” sunday whispers breathily, glacially, almost like an eerie rustle of wind, like a whoosh of arctic air blowing right through every inch of your weakened, restrained body. he reaches out, takes your jaw in his slender hand, his penetrating stare not moving an inch from your beady eyes. “how good does it feel, darling?”

your vocal cords are giving up on you, being pulled at with every labored mewl and sob running off from your quivering lips. you can barely form a response, a creeping warmth scratching at your skull, making you feel dumbified. “s-so good! c-can’t… last long…”

and neither can sunday, not with how pretty you look, not with how the sweet, harmonic melody of your sounds makes the ache in his cock escalate overwhelmingly. all the sensations are getting sharper, more vivid, his pulse syncing with his rapid panting.

"cum with me,” he permitted, his tone close to urgent, almost like a plead. “let go for me. together.”

and it all happens quick. sunday grabs onto your waist, tightly as if for leverage or grounding, his eyes going wide as he’s met with his climax, his cock twitching inside your cunt before dumping his load inside, strained groans breaking out his throat as you gush all over him simultaneously.

yeah, he’s addicted. addicted to basking in the blissful pleasure of your body, basking in it with you.

GALLAGHER - EXHIBITIONISM

oh, the things you do to him.

he’s on a shift. but you, being the damn minx that you are, decided to prance on into the drink lounge with your pretty ass, giving him that look, seductively licking the rim of sugar that coated the top of your glass, while looking him dead in the eye.

you little tease,

would it be shocking for you to end up pressed up on the wall in the employee room, that gratuitously short skirt (that you very much wore on purpose) hiked up around your waist, with his thick cock drilling into you? he shouldn’t even be indulging in this, since you’re such a brat. you shouldn’t be getting what you wanted. but he can’t fucking resist, not when you play with him like that.

"showing up to the lounge, teasin’ me like a little slut, huh? while i’m working?” he snarls, his deep, gruff voice snaking up from behind you and right into your ear, making your knees give out. gallagher peers down, before lightly pushing at your ankle with his boot, urging you to spread those pretty little legs wider for him, his hands grabbing at your bubble ass, fondling and spreading the globe-y flesh. he wants a nicer view of that pussy swallowing him whole.

and god, it’s like a fucking glove. a sleeve,

your pussy is crying for him, hugging him, holding on like you can’t bear the thought of letting him go. you’re coating him in that creamy, syrupy slick, and every stroke has the static in your mind playing more and more frenzied. and he’s just so big, that thick head of his cock bullying your cervix with every sloppy, rough smack of his hips against that ass… fuck.

"hngh— n-needed you… so bad…” you’d whimper, choking on every whiny noise that you try to suppress, as you’re still trying to keep in mind that you are indeed in public. not that you’d admit that it turns you on more. you can’t help yourself. not when you’ve got him on your mind all day, his musky scent that engulfs your senses in flames, his perfect body… those muscles that you’re always ogling at.

oh, and speaking of muscles— your eyes suddenly roll right back into your skull the moment his beefy, rock-hard bicep curls around your throat, manhandling you in a chokehold, pulling your head back and making you arch against him, his dazy gaze right up in your fucked-out face, and he chortles. 

"yeah, didn’t you? can’t go a little while without some dick, huh?” gallagher practically growls, his teeth gritting hard with his jaw taut and set in a firm clench. if anyone could get a glance of his expression right now, they’d think he fucking hates your guts, like he’s fuming. with the way his sleeves are pushed up his arms, the veins in his forearm are visible, throbbing and bulging just like the veins of his cock inside you, the veins that your pussy can map out perfectly,

"w-with no haah— panties underneath this fucking shit,” gallagher groans, before his free hand lands a sharp smack to your ass, leaving behind a delicious sting. he’s not even surprised that you like that shit. like the naughty, cock-hungry whore you were. 

“daddyyy…” you whine, your tongue lolling out dumbly as you went limp, every part of you going numb except your pussy, throbbing and aching harder and harder the more he plowed into you with ruining force, as if he was trying to make you crumble apart entirely.

”gonna cum for daddy, huh?” gallagher huffs, his tone of voice nearly mocking. “yeah… how ‘bout you shut the fuck up and take it? k-keep milking my shit dry f’me… f-fuck.’

and that’s when it hits, your orgasm. it’s like a freight train, like a harsh blow, knocking you out in a blink of an eye. there was no way you could hold it anymore, not with the authority in his voice combined with his unmatched fervor and strength—

it’s splattering, your juices squirting out your pussy like a fountain, your mouth agape as your nails claw at his arm that stayed put around your throat. gallagher groans out loud at the sight, his own eyes rolling back as a rushed, ‘fuck, fuck,’ rasps out his strained throat. thick, hot streams of his seed plugs your wet heat up to the very brim, and he stays there, panting hard with you pressed against him.

"f-fuck, sweetheart. made a goddamn mess—"

"gallagher?! whaddya’ doin’ in there, man? you disappear on me, or what?” aaand there’s siobhan… fuck.

you can only glance back at gallagher with a cheeky little giggle. hehe… whoops.

AVENTURINE - DACRYPHILIA

“don't you take those eyes off of me.” aventurine coos, his gaze flickering back and forth from your pussy, then back towards your face. he’s got you prettily sprawled out on the bed, two of his slender fingers pistoning inside your drooling cunt, curling at just the right angle, reaching nice and deep. his vigor is just relentless, you’re desperately trying to clamp your legs together, your face shying away as your eyes squint and your eyebrows curl inward, a squeal escaping from your throat.

“oh, i don’t think so,” aventurine grunts, his free hand roughly spreading your legs back open, his forearm shoving against the back of your thighs so that they stay pushed back. “you are not running from me, darling. take it like a good girl, won't you?” he purrs, and you gasp, dragging out a hoarse whine as he picks up the pace, the wet sloshes that your cunt produces getting progressively louder. even flecks of your juices were flying out with every thrust of his hand at this point, and fuck, was it lewd…

“gonna cum—!” you’d croak out, warm tears flooding your vision and pooling up along the waterline of your eyes as you’re unable to sit still, creaks and rustling ringing out from the bed as you desperately attempt to thrash around, despite aventurine holding you in place. that familiar tingle in your lower tummy was brewing up, and quick.

and oh, were those tears he saw?

the ache and the strain in his pants only hardens at the sight, serving to drive him even crazier. he can’t help it. you look so helpless, so vulnerable, yet so needy, so desperate. and it’s all because of him…  fuck. makes him wanna devour you whole, like he’s lost every train of thought, every bit of composure…

“my, oh my,” he snickers, shaking his head incredulously as he keeps his gaze glued to you, his violet orbs bordering a feral look to them. he loves seeing those crystal streams trickling down those cheeks that are prominently coated in a deep, rosy flush of color. you look like a doll.

his doll,

and he can tell when his doll is close. that adorable look on your face gives it away, eyes wide, gazing up at him, your mouth dangling open, hands grasping at the sheets for dear life. “gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his tone low, almost taunting, so velvety, so smooth, it's practically spine-chilling, and that alone makes your walls clench around his digits once more. as if you hadn’t done that enough already.

"y-yes, gonna— fuck!” you’re cut off as aventurine’s thumb meets your clit, rubbing the swollen nub with skilled precision, causing your pleasure to soar up to insanely imposing heights. its as if he’s trying to coax your pussy into orgasm, trying to lure you into cumming. and fuck, is he doing a good job at it. a good job is an understatement. his hands... it’s like they could cast a damn spell on your pussy,

“cum, pretty. make a mess all over my fingers. go on,” he urges, the smirk on his face flashing brighter as one last whimper rips out from your throat, until you’re squirting all over his hand, and his mouth drops open, his pupils blowing and darkening.

"oh, yess,” he groans, eager to milk every last drop out of your pretty pussy, continuing to finger fuck you through your high, elongating it, even as you’re a shaking mess, trying to pry away from him. 

“mhmm, would you look at that,” he huskily purrs, sliding his creamy, sticky fingers out your pussy with a squelch, licking them clean with a smirk, before your pussy throbs at the contact of his hand meeting it in a mean slap, spanking your pussy and sending a jolt through your body. 

"made my pretty girl cry from both her eyes, and her pussy, hm? poor thing…”

SAMPO - ORGASM DENIAL

sampo is a mouthy one, there’s no doubt about that. roguish, cocky, cheeky. you can't help but feel this itching urge to shut him up. to put him in his place.

hence why you’ve got him in between your legs, his back to your chest, one of your hands pumping his cock while the other is over his mouth, muffling his needy moans.

he’s bucking his hips up as you stroke his cock, fucking up into your hand, his eyes rolled back,

”ohh, baby,” you coo with a sly grin, your warm breath fanning against the shell of his ear before you give it a small nibble. “don’t tell me you wanna cum already, hm? its too early for that, silly boy.”

you lift your hand off of his mouth, only to gently wrap it around his throat, and he lets out a hoarse whimper, shaking his head. “n-no… w-won't cum yet… won’t cum…” he whines, and it practically pains him to say that, as he’s just dying to cum, his angry tip flushed bright red, his balls heavy and aching, desperate for release.

"good boy. you just sit still and take it.” you giggle, your words alone making him even needier by tenfold, his legs shaking, his hands grasping at your legs like lifelines. 

you’re pumping harder now, schlick after schlick, sticky and creamy, his arousal making a mess out of your hand.

he throws his head back against your shoulder with a loud moan, his hips bucking more frantically before you land a soft spank to his balls, earning a sound from his throat that almost sounded close to a shriek. 

“didn’t i just tell you to sit still?” you resume your quick, rough stroking as sampo has to hold back from literally throwing himself around, his consciousness practically out the window at this point. “you were doing so good f’me, sampo. what happened? don’t you wanna cum?”

"yes!” he’s quick to respond, burying his face in your neck as he sniffles, shaking hard like a leaf. “y-yes, please… ‘m sorry, so sorry… w-wanna cum so bad—!” he whines, hearing that buzzing begin to ring in his ears, his vision a bright white light. his limits are being pushed and pushed and pushed, about to burst like a balloon. its too much for him.

"p-please… can i cum for you? n-need to cum for you…” he whimpers, lifting his face to look into your eyes with a pleading, almost teary gaze. his cock is solid, and he needs this release so bad it’s close to paining him. “s-so much… i have s-so much for you…”

"mm, wanna make a mess all over me, don’t you? all for me,” you giggle, pumping especially harder at the tip, making the twitch in his thighs quicken.

"go on, then. cum for me. let me see how bad you need to,” pfft. you didn’t need to tell him twice. like jets, his cum splurts out, shooting straight up and all over your hand as he’s whimpering— whimpering fucking loud. his jaw falls slack, fat beads of sweat running down his temples, his eyes going straight back into his head yet again as he thrashes back against you. you gasp, chuckling softly as you keep your gaze glued to his twitching cock, leaning in to gently pepper kisses along his neck, making him shiver harder. 

”oh, lookkk at that,” you purr, your hand that was around his throat sliding up to brush his hair away from his face. “there you go, easy, baby,” you whisper, and he chuckles breathily, whimpering small little, ‘thank you’s’ before his eyes flicker back open and fall upon your tongue licking his cum off your hand.

yeah. that’ll do it for him. now he’s definitely gonna slurp your pussy off the bone.

[ccaptain]

@huijarii: 💋 ( meme source. )

   there's never a shortage of laughters, when he's with Sampo. while Kaeya sometimes tries to predict when the next one will come- but he fails spectacularily at it, with a great deal of surprise from his part. of course something funny will happen- but what, and when? of course it always rips a laughter out of him, unpremeditated and genuine.

   it always seems to be a good mood when he's close to Sampo. Kaeya has wondered if it's a correlated thing, but he assumes that it's all the affection between them and being held close that helps boost his ( or their ) mood.

   the day has been particulary light. with a lucid mind, now, he wouldn't be able to recall what the conman was telling him- perhaps a funny story about something that happened during his travels that had him already giggle a couple of times, but it's the dedication in voicing over a particulary-high pitched character accurately that tips the cobalt-haired fellow over the edge.

   unelegant and unprompted, Kaeya finds himself snorting from his nose. hard.

   there's an hand that covers his mouth, choking the sound into the side of his fist, but the laughter has overtaken him: his shoulders are shaking, and cold fingers pressed against soft, upturned lips do little to suffocate it. looking at Sampo and being drawn into his arms does very little to help with the tickle building up in his belly. ' if I snort all over you, ' he warns, his eye twinkling with mischief, ' I'm not gonna feel responsible for that. '

   and the smooch that follows is messy. no tongue- he doesn't think he'd be able to handle the contact without another fit of giggles- but just a pression of smiling lips against thinner ones, arms settling over his shoulders to keep one of the funniest men in existence close to him.

   however, the soft kiss is ruined the second Kaeya recalls the impression of the high-pitched lady, and does his best to suppress the same snort again- which results in a worst sound against Sampo's mouth. something like a squashed watermelon that can actually feel pain.

   he wants to be sorry for all the trouble for a simple kiss, but he thinks the other man is just as amused as he is, and doesn't mind. the worst he tries to suppress the chuckles, the worse he jitters, and even when he tries to go for a second one, it's again barely a pressure, his smile wide and soft. his efforts to calm down do harbor some results when he can sigh the Elation out without another fit.

   ' I think you're getting addicted to kissing me, if you tolerate all this, ' he observes, gesturing at himself and at the situation that just happened. as a reward for enduring a giggly Enigma, Sampo gets his face cupped and his cheeks and tip of his nose kissed- and then a proper one on his lips again, a smile still on Kaeya's face.

   he feels very blessed that the conman endures all this... what would he do without this patience?

[raytm]

 Popping onto the Xianzhou Luofu at a time where the ship had been essentially on lockdown might not have been the best move for the otherwise secretive mercenary. Nothing really shouts that someone isn't what they seem more than placing down a package in a place so far  &&  distant from that of Jarilo-VI. In fact, given the nature of the icy planet's isolation, Sampo Koski, a man attempting to masquerade as a Belobogian native, shouldn't have even known how to get something to the Luofu... Much less place something there himself. 

     The mini-neutron bomb had gone off, the Trailblazer undoubtedly read the note affixed within the box. Signing off his name had been the punchline for the one scared to death of setting off the prank, but not all thought it amusing. It's why he finds himself before the esteemed Arbiter-General of the Luofu, hands wringing  &&  insisting that he didn't know that there was a bomb in his package. Someone must've swaped it !  It was supposed to be a gift to remind the Trailblazer of me !  Jig is up when the next question is about any sort of papers or permits that allow the mercenary to be here, any lies about merchant business being rendered null without proper seals  &&  signatures. 

          ❝ Dear General, this was supposed to be a quick trip... I had no intent of sending anyone into a panic. ❞  Elation tickles his mind, wants him to bear teeth with a display of laughter. A rather inopportune playground for one to mess around in, sure that the Emanator of the Hunt would strike him down quickly if he demonstrated any ounce of such irreverence. Shoulders hunch slightly in cowardice, attempting to appear somewhat humble despite the confident outbursts. Still, looming threat of judgement does not wipe his sheepish smile.  ❝ I really was just on my way out. Can't you let this slide ?  ❞ / @dupliciti

With  the  Xianzhou  Luofu’s  lockdown  imposed,  even  if  the  anomalies  which  had  plagued  the  fleet  were  subdued,  it  was  no  effortless  task  to  plant  a  hoax  explosive  beneath  the  nose  of  the  cloud  knight’s,  they  were  vigilant  which  defined  this  surmised  offender  as  rather  cunning.  He  was  escorted  into  the  room  without  lenience  from  Jing  Yuan’s  retainer,  the  boy  making  quite  a  spectacle  of  both  simultaneously  interrogating  him  &  refuting  every  attempt  he  made  at  vindicating  himself.  The  trailblazer  had  passed  the  relevant  information  through  the  appropriate  channels  &  then,  to  the  general  himself,  it  was  of  the  greatest  importance  that  he  see  this  matter  resolved.  Yanqing  would  no  doubt  have  skewered  the  suspect  either  from  heedlessly  brandishing  his  blade  or  the  sheer  intensity  of  his  narrowed  gaze  &  vehement  accusations  if  not  prevented  by  a  solitary  hand  raised  by  the  general,  placating  him,  his  smile  quieting  the  boy’s  unrest.  “  You  may  leave  us  Yanqing. ”  &  a  rebuttal  sits  upon  his  tongue  for  a  prolonged  moment,  but  knowing  his  master’s  decisions  were  always  wise  he  resorts  to  casting  a  withering  glance  over  his  shoulder  at  the  stranger  and  exiting  as  requested.

“  You  will  have  to  forgive  him  for  he  is  young  &  full  of  vigor. ”  as  if  the  two  who  stood  apart  from  each  other  were  far  older  and  thus  divested  of  the  enthusiasm  afforded  only  to  the  youthful.  Jing  Yuan’s  expression  is  not  serve  —  amiable  even,  when  presented  with  the  suspected  origins  of  such  a  thoughtful  &  benign  gift.  “ Sampo  Koski,  was  it.  Those  of  the  Astral  Express  have  spoken  to  me  in  regards  to  your  proclivity  for  troublemaking. ”  even  as  he  wrings  his  hand  in  distress  there  is  an  apparent,  yet  unspoken  understanding  that  swells  between  them.  this  friend  of  the  astral  express,  while  emphatically  confessing  only  innocence,  is  proving  himself  to  be  a  rather  intriguing  person.  “ If  your  business  here  on  the  Luofu  is  as  innocuous  as  I  am  led  to  believe  then  you  would  have  all  the  necessary  documentation  detailing  it. ”  it  is  not  phrased  as  a  question,  neither  is  it  a  trenchant  blade,  rather,  it  requires  Sampo  to  precipitously  cover  the  absence  of  all  essential  documents  approving  not  only  his  presence  upon  the  ship  but  the  lucrative  business  he  had  hoped  to  conduct  onboard.  even  if  it  had  been  to  only  deliver  a  parting  gift  to  a  friend,  as  he  reassures,  there  would  have  been  certification  required  to  permit  it.

His  story  is  as  capricious  as  the  purling  of  water,  shifting  from  saying  someone  must  have  swapped  the  contents  of  his  package  into  reassurance  that  it  was  never  intended  to  cause  such  a  ruckus.  each  flicker  of  information  is  caught  by  the  perceptive  gold  of  the  general’s  eyes,  yet  there  dwells  no  intrinsic  violence  beneath  their  gilded  depths,  his  stance  almost  indolent.  “  It  does  well  for  us  not  to  use  haste  when  determining  if  someone  is  to  be  absolved  of  guilt,  the  evidence  provided  does  cast  you  into  suspicion. ”  the  feline  curve  of  the  general’s  mouth  was  cordial  but  his  intention  to  investigate  the  other  thoroughly  was  also  rather  apparent.  “  it  is  unfortunate  but  I  cannot  allow  you  to  leave  the  Luofu  until  further  inquests  have  been  concluded,  until  then,  I  shall  see  to  it  that  your  stay  upon  our  ship  is  not  an  unpleasant  one.”  his  judgment  is  cast  &  absolute  &  whilst  there  is  no  opportunity  given  to  slink  away,  he  has  the  impression  that  if  their  paths  were  to  clash  this  one  could  fashion  for  himself  a  means  of  escape.  “  I  hope  you  will  be  cooperative  with  the  cloud  knight’s  efforts  &  see  to  it  that  you  do  not  provoke  my  retainer,  I  may  not  be  here  next  time  to  spare  you  from  his  blade. ” 

[ouraniatm]

two seconds in and sampo already managed to rile up a need to punch the shit out of his face. cora chooses not to, however - a kind gesture, if she says so herself - and instead peers directly into the emerald gaze, refusing to waver by the taunts. this has been an ongoing thing between the two, ever since cora made a conscious decision to buy off wasted junk from this funky conman, and she's gotten far more used to this than she initially anticipated. while she knew not to probe too much, seeing what his actual identity is - you couldn't fool her, after all - it kind of became fun to return the riling. did she choose to admit that, though? absolutely not.

the hunter's expression hasn't changed after the taller of two threw blatant, flirtatious remarks. instead, she opted to make him swallow those words by leaning closer, staying right up in his face for a minute...just to tickle whatever he's imagining. then, with a sly grin and an icy glare in her eyes, she suddenly presses her hand against his chest and shoves him away, head tilting. ❛ don't push yer' luck, fool...you call that a joke? ❜ replies cora with obvious sarcasm.

❛ if there's anythin' i could miss, it's the useless junk ya' get for me. speaking of which... ❜ the green haired stellaron hunter crosses her arms, walking past sampo with a little bit of hip sway - another way to continuously mess with the fool, himself. ❛ y'got the goods i asked for? i didn't come to this wasteland just to play waltz. ❜

@stcries ... continued from this.