#honkai stair rail sampo koski

[vampdes]

DES says. . . love sampo the slut. sampo, sampo, sampo. househusband sampo, stripper sampo, free use sampo, sugar baby sampo. sampo my beloved. sampo, sampo, sampo. + for @vampfav .

SUM. — sugar baby sampo knows what he needs to do to get a brand new car from his daddy! and if you, his daddy, wants to breed him full of kids to get it, who’s he to say no? he loves your cock sssoooo much!

CON. warning — sugar baddy / sugar daddy relationship, sir kink + daddy kink, bareback, ftm sampo (no bottom surgery), cock-drunk + cum-drunk sampo, lingerie / panty tearing, mentions of having kids, p-i-v , blatant feminization.

NOTE. — sampo calls reader: sir & daddy. reader calls sampo: daddy’s girl, naughty girl, pretty girl, my girl, pretty wife, princess, good girl. sampo is a slut. reader is a rich guy w a huge dick. emotional sex. NOT PROOFREAD.

sampo sat down on his knees in front of the couch, snug in between your legs, with his head rubbing your thick thigh and his hands clasped together in his lap.

“i’m sorry your day was bad, sir. .” he mumbled, a frown on his face at you paying more attention to the files you had from work that him, before his slender hands started to move up from your leather oxford shoes, up for ankle, and settling on a bit above your knees, looking at you for permission before he began to move even farther until he finally stopped at the crotch of your pants. “i’m sure i can make it better, can’t i? daddy’s girl always knows the best ways to please you. .” sampo trailed off, not finishing his sentence as he begun to kiss your pants-and-boxers covered dick, making his glossy pink lipgloss leave sticky, glittery marks on the bulge of your pants before he began to unzip your zipper with his teeth, teasingly slow before he decided to quicken his pace and press soft, feathering kisses against your boxers.

sampo looked up at you, almost unbothered and nonchalant by his actions, pouting as he kissed your covered, growing cock, “am i not being good enough for you? i’ll do better, i promise, sir.” sampo then pulled down the hem of your boxers, letting your thick, monsterous cock out for a breath of fresh air, and started to stroke it with his, in comparison, small hands against your cock. sampo rubbed from the base of your cock and up to your head, giving it kitten-licks whilst covering it with his sticky kisses.

that’s when you gave him the attention he so desperately craved.

you put a thumb on his lower lip, which sampo immediately parted his mouth and stuck his tongue out, and used your other hand to pull his mouth closer to the head of your dick before positioning it past his pretty, pink, plump lips and slowly grabbing his hair tighter in order to pull him down and deeper on your cock. sampo didn’t attempt to pull away, ever so happy that his daddy wants to be pleased by his girl’s wet, inviting mouth. his throat, ever so hateful and restricting, didn’t welcome it when your cockhead pushed past his uvula and entered the warm, sticky entrance of his throat and pushed past the threshold. his flesh constricted around your growing, deepening length that delved deeper into his restricting throat—sampo tried his best not to pull away the longer that your cock rested inside of his throat, and almost preened in glorious praise when the pad of your right hand’s thumb swiped away the tears that slipped from his eyes and rode down his lips.

“such a pretty girl, aren’t you?” you huffed, looking down at him with your lips splitting into a lustful smirk and your eyes full with something kin to the primal instinct of animalistic heat fueled into your body, before pulling him off of your now glistening, wet, spit-covered dick. credits to sampo who now was inhaling buckets of oxygen with tears covering his face, driving down to cover his neck, and his lipgloss now smudged on your dick and spread across its length. “c’mere, pretty girl,” you mumbled, holding a hand towards him, which was soon filled with his gorgeous navy blue hair, and guiding him back towards your dick’s tip, “be good for daddy, won’t you?” he nodded, always wanting to be good for his master and ready to please you even if his throat attempted to reject your thick, girthy cock that belonged in the deepest depths of him. “that’s right,” you groaned, a dimpled smile on your face, “thaat’s my girl.”

in a matter of minutes, after your cock had been throughly sucked and his throat had been painted with a mural of your sperm aligning it, your work, that you definitely needed and deserved a break from, was entirely forgotten. thanks to your pretty, adorable boy always ready to tend to your whims and wants. after adorning your favorite set of lingerie—a lacey, creamy-white bra and panty set with embroidered stocks covering his god-like legs and mid-thigh—and posed himself like a playboy bunny model, his legs spread and tits pretty, inviting and welcoming your dick to be stuffed within his already prepped, glistening, sticky pussy. his liquids soaked through and completely drenched the part of his panties that covered his lower half to which he moved the wet folds in order to expose his intermost intimate to you: his daddy.

“don’t wear a condom, daddy,” sampo moaned once you were successfully mounted on top of him, his hands slinking upwards from your abs and towards your shoulders in order to wrap around your neck, and his panty-covered pussy pushed up against your erect cock. “wanna. .” his voice went soft like silk and sweet like honey the longer your eyes stayed interwoven with each other and your body leaned down in order for your lips to meet in a sweet, sentimental kiss, “wanna feel you. . here,” he used his free hand to grab yours and press it against the waistband of his panties, slowly moving it upwards until he pressed you down on where he believed was on top of his uterus. “and wanna feel our babies growing in here.” sampo’s emerald eyes never lost yours.

you’re his painter, and he’s your muse—even if the paint is your cum and his pussy is the canvas.

“daddy! daddy, daddy, daddy, hnnnggh–daddy!” sampo called out, his face stuffed deep into pillow that carried wet droplets of tears and blotches of saliva that left his mouth whenever you had entered him fully. your trimmed pubic hair was soaked with his liquids when his pussy kissed the base of your dick and dropped slick onto your balls. he’s fucking wet and nasty and dirty and you, his dear daddy, can’t help but raise your hand a land a slap on his plump ass cheek, leaving a red handprint in your wake.

“you’re a nasty girl–mmph, aren’t you, baby?” you asked, grunts and groans leaving you the longer you pounded into him. your hand, full of his panties that hung onto his waist for dear fucking life, let loose of his panties in order to land another rough slap against his already burning ass cheek in order to wake him up from his cock-drunk daze and answer your question.

“ye—nngh, yes! yesyesyes,” sampo moaned out, saliva dripping down his chin and his hands having fistfulls of the sheet beneath him, nodding rapidly in confirmation of your words. “i–ah! i’m a naughty girl, daddy, your naughty girl! ah, ffuck! daddy’s naughty girl, can’t get enough of daddy’s—oooh god!” sampo cut himself off from confessing that he can’t get enough of your raw, barbaric dick pistoning in and out of his pussy, the sounds of primal, animalistic sex and your fluids mixing with his filled his ears and fuck—he knows he’s daddy’s dirty, naughty, sinful girl. you let out a huff of amusement, that transforming into pure lust when you ripped his panties in half and tossed them aside. they were getting in the way, for fucks sake! you couldn’t get deep enough in his pussy with those fucking things in the way. you pulled him closer by the grip your had on his waist, your dick burying deeper than ever inside him, making sampo one-hundred-and-twenty-two percent sure you’re pressing past his uterus. and, by god, it felt good.

“daddy’s—mmm, baby, fuck, daddy’s gonna by you new ones, yeah? gonna get my baby pretty again. .” you moaned into his ear, your lips kissing the shell and your breath infiltrating it in a way that made his pussy quiver around your length. your chest now pressed against his back, your hips thrusting inside of him to chase the orgasm that’ll be sure to get him pregnant, and your hands intertwined for that hint of kindness to cover all the animal instincts rushing inside of you. sampo, his mind blank and pussy spasming around your thick dick that’s sure to leave him gaping and walking on shaky legs for days, nodded, your words becoming mush in his brain, and responding with a muffled ‘thank you, daddy’ with a sobbing moan to follow. a gasp, sharp and shocked and loud, chased with tears and a full-shiver left sampo’s mouth before he bit into the pillow. muffled moans followed. that’s how you know you delivered, because he came on your bare, raw dick. you came soon after due to the overwhelming warmth coating your dick in a sticky, gooey liquid that forces your cum to coat his insides and breed your pretty, messy, dirty girl.

you stay inside him for a little longer, chasing after your breath with the sweat sticking the two of you together, and sampo let our quiet, aching moans when you slowly slipped out of him. the sight of him ticky and wet and your cum intertwining with each other’s made your dick twitch and let out a few more ropes of cum that covered his back. the two of you, through slow, sweet kissed and fond, sentimental touches, somehow got into the shower, where sampo gave you leg-shaking blowjob and you, in return, fingered him until he let out two more orgasms just from your fingers. after changing the sheets, getting dressed, and sampo pressing soft kisses on your chest, collarbone, and lips, it was finally time for sleep. work can wait, tomorrow can wait, because you and your pretty wife are together after a night of passionate, intense sex and—

“daddy. . i want a new car.”

oh god. then again, who are you to deny the mother of your children?

“of course, princess,” you said, tucking away his bangs and pressing a kiss to his forehead, “of course.”

© vampdes . do not repost, plagiarize, or translate.

[cakerollk]

Infectious enthusiasm

[sunderingstars]

simulated universe addendum: ship of fools

— i found yet another occurrence after i posted my other simulated universe analyses, so here it is (this time from the unknowable domain)! watch in real time as i become absolutely obsessed with the implications !!

— written during 2.6

— word count: 3k, list format

— cover art. jumping right into it: the red / orange masks & a suspiciously aha-mask-looking shadow implies that the masked fools may not be just fanatical, but directly supported and endorsed by aha themself (or at least a part of them). also, note that the fool is bowing with one hand, something that sampo often likes to do. (i don’t think the fool on the cover is sampo, though.)

— the rewards are interesting, for reasons i’ll get into later. for now, i just want to point out how the options are staggered, with two giving you negative curios and the last one giving you specifically a “shining trapezohedron die.” they are also broken into three rounds separated by dialogue, meaning all options come in sets of two. the order does not change.

— the masks are also listed quite neatly here: sinister, ridiculous, masquerade, fox-faced, intact, and broken. each set seems to contradict itself — sinister versus ridiculous, masquerade versus fox-faced, and, most notably, intact versus broken.

— introductory dialogue: before the options appear, we the player and trailblazer (assumed to be the addressed “you”) are shown swimming in the belly of something called the “joyless beast.” surrounded by “humorless particles” in the “sea of impassivity,” and are invited onboard the ship of fools by a lost masked fool. apparently, he has been tricked by others into crossing the sea, and now finds himself drunk and attempting to get his bearings.

— note: while i’m not sure this makes sense, i wouldn’t rule out the possibility that this fool is aha. as mentioned at different parts in the occurrence, they seem to be running the “ship of fools” — i.e. a very large, plural collective that could be seen as representative of the real-life organization — the tavern can be heard even if it physically makes no sense to be there, the fool’s mask changes back and forth “in the blink of an eye,” they’re drunk (similar to the masked fools boundary equation), and they are the one conveying these many stories about the masks to us. they seem to have an encyclopedic knowledge of the goings-on of followers of the elation, even remarking on how a joke is “unfunny” at the end. paired with the very aha-looking shadow on the cover, and i’d say we’ve got ourselves a theory.

— however, it is strange that aha would find themselves lost or tricked, but perhaps that just comes with the territory. they often co-mingle with mortals, after all, and if they’ve spent enough time with the fools it’s possible one of their own children decided to make a haha funny by sending them hurtling into the literal concept of “jokeless.” a concept, after all, can only be defeated by another concept. anyways!

— my main interests here are the specific names of objects and places — “joyless beast,” “humorless particles,” and “sea of impassivity” — and the tavern we hear despite there being nothing behind the door.

— the names give some good insight into what contrasts the elation; lack of joy, lack of humor, and impassivity are all things that seem to counteract the effect of jokes, rendering them null. interestingly, it may give some insight into sampo’s nihility status as well, since “impassivity” and “nothing” are the domains of ix. it may be that sampo is trying to counteract the effects of elation within himself, or even within others.

— the tavern is also intriguing to me, since it is specifically mentioned to be heard despite there for certain being nothing behind the door. it may truly be only laughter that floats by on stomach acid, but i also think it is interesting to consider that the masked fools’ tavern may be able to move itself in an otherworldly way, popping up in new and exciting places where it makes no sense to be.

— sinister & ridiculous: the sinister mask, which grants the player an annihilation component, is described by the fool to have belonged to a ferocious monster that instigated riots through lying. on the other hand, the ridiculous mask is about someone incredibly adept at auctioning off intangible things like gravity and nuclear force. as a result, many businessmen across the cosmos want to “flay the hide from his flesh” (wow!), and even though the option says you’ll get cosmic fragments, the text is garbled and the player receives two negative curios instead.

— in this case, the sinister mask seems to be straightforward; you get what you want. however, the jumbled text on the ridiculous mask is nothing more than a lie, giving you something different than expected.

— both masks seem to represent two separate people, using different pronouns and professions to distinguish the individuals. the true contrast comes with the nature of the masks themselves, with one being “sinister” and one being “ridiculous.”

— dialogue: pretty straightforward, more chaotic masked fools shenanigans. one thing i will note, though, is the specific use of the word “imperfectly.” with the emphasis on perfection in the *perfect* grand challenge occurrence and the later emphasis on “pristine” in this very same one, i’d say there’s a connection here. with how the fool may be aha (or symbolic of them in some way), maybe they really do have a preoccupation with “perfection.”

— masquerade & fox-faced: the masquerade mask references a “ball for the entire universe” filled with multicolored masks, making a very specific comparison between the laughter and a virus in the aether network. it also ends with the line “who ever said an in-your-face joke isn’t a joke?” and grants the player a scepter. then, the fox-faced mask is said to be a “scarlet mask” that infiltrates via disguise. it heavily alludes to feelings of lost personhood and performance before giving the player two negative curios.

— again, there seems to be some contrast, with the masquerade mask favoring “in-your-face” jokes and flashy colors and big opulent balls and the fox-faced mask favoring “infiltrating via disguise” and acting and being part of a play. while there are similarities in performance, masquerade is much more in the light of it all than the fox-faced mask, which stays humming in the background.

— i am not sure who the masquerade mask is meant to represent (perhaps another character we’ll meet later on), but i strongly believe the fox-faced mask is referencing sparkle. it has her name written all over it, from the disguises to the plays and performances to even the name “fox-faced” itself. additionally, “if you wear a mask for too long, maybe you’ll never be able to take it off” is an entire theme with her character, since her many masks represent her loss of personhood and jumbled identity.

— (it’s also important to bring up how the masquerade and fox-face masks may even be alluding to the same person; i.e. a potential “before” and “after” or different sides of sparkle we maybe haven’t seen, one side taken to the extreme.)

— the jumbled text makes a comeback, this time with sparkle’s mask. much like the first time, the player is lied to, and instead of receiving normal curios, we receive negative ones.

— now onto the main course! as you and the fool try to make a break for it, two last options arise: an intact mask or a broken mask.

— intact mask: this is a very cryptic joke, perhaps the most cryptic in the entire occurrence. it is stilted in small bits, mentioning “sharp-tasting collections,” “pristine white complete masks,” and “breaking magnificent mirages.” “lies are not the unique properties of the fools” also implies someone from a different organization or mode of existence; potentially someone not part of the fools at all. it gives a few examples of “truth,” as well, like revealing conspiracies and exposing politicians.

— while i believe this mask could be referring to many characters (perhaps ones we haven’t even met yet), i think it may be referring to a group rather than a single person:

— aha stuffed toys. although the mask in the option is singular, the masks mentioned in the joke are plural. this invocation of plurality rather than singularity leads me to envision that the “aha stuffed toys” as an entire group may be mentioned here — well, the “intact” ones at least. this would align with “lies are not the unique properties of the fools,” which i take to reference how the fools are not unique due to the existence of other, lying beings of elation; this would fit with mini-aha dolls who lie in service of their creator, but are not a part of the fools. additionally, the specific examples given in the joke could be examples of different dolls choosing what kind of chaos to sow, as they have “time for leisure” that allows them to, well, basically be absolute rabble-rousers in aha’s image.

— “they all say truth is above all, but they cry like a mourning actor when the truth is revealed” may reference the nature of the dolls themselves. perhaps they are unaware of their purpose or the nature of their existence, feeling panicked and grief-stricken when they realize what they were really made for. there is even the possibility that none of these dolls are meant to survive long; they may all be simply treading water until aha decides it’s time for the next drink.

— speaking of which, “sharp-tasting collections” may reference the cracks and edges of broken dolls, which could potentially turn into a “sharp taste” of pain aha drinks (symbolically or otherwise) like in the masked fools boundary equation. what if i cried???

— bing-bing! heart transplant mention — ties to the “organic heart” curio in curio hacker. perhaps all of aha’s dolls can fit the idea of organic heart?

— (“pristine white complete masks” is interesting as well, since it gives a specific, sterile color to the whole ordeal. it really reminds me of the gray-white hair hidden at the bottom of sampo’s blue, as well as the muted grays of his outfit below the jacket. perhaps he’s simply tried to paint over his “base model”.)

— the “stuffed toys” angle is further supported by the reward for this option, which is, as you may have guessed, cosmic fragments. (as in, the same cosmic fragments you receive from the aha stuffed toy occurrence.)

— broken mask: last on the list, the fool describes the broken mask as a “bitter and depressed collection item” who caused the kuvida nebula to become a “dead zone” due to flipping the dichotomy of truths and lies. the option says it will give us a three-star scepter, but the jumbled text gives us a “shining trapezohedron die” instead.

— i’ll cut to the chase: i’m 99.9% sure this is about sampo.

— one, the “bitter and depressed collection item” not only references the intact aha stuffed toy group from the last joke, but specifies the words “bitter” and “depressed” to be unique to this singular collection item, much like sampo’s “betrayal” and “hate” motifs.

— two, “dim and broken mask” may refer to whatever mask shenanigans sampo has going on via sparkle in penacony’s trailblaze quest. also, the fact that sampo has broken heart motifs and tries to give the fools a wide berth.

— three, “a liar with negative credit.” i repeat, a liar with negative credit. simple, easy. sampo lies. sampo’s profession revolves around credits. sampo hates owing people things. sampo likely has negative credit. (this may refer to status, monetary funds, or power. or all of it!)

— four, “that person.” interesting deflection. interesting lack of pronouns. interesting vague, “you might know this person” energy similar to the “entity” in curio hacker. i know what you are trying to hide from us star rail :)

— five, “inflation engine.” once again, a reference to monetary processes.

— six, “if everything that comes out of your mouth is viewed as a lie, then truth will replace the value of lies.” on a simple level, this references sampo’s propensity for lying and his need to find workarounds to keep the effect of his schemes the same. on a deeper level, it may have something to say about his intelligence and cunning ability to get what he wants. this isn’t a sampo who tells the truth out of some attempt at pure goodness, but a sampo who caused an entire area to become a “dead zone” because he realized “hey, if they all think i’m lying, i’ll just tell the truth and it’ll have the same effect!”. while there’s the possibility “kuvida nebula” was an awful, abhorrent place that deserved to be swindled, there’s also the chance it wasn’t.

— huge fan of this for sampo, who i want to succeed in all of his endeavors, but not a great way to prove his innocence in court. also, “kuvida nebula” may be a great place to look out for future references of in-game.

— the aforementioned quote also implies that sampo telling the truth may not be an entirely good thing; it can be easy to think, especially with the mr. cold feet event coming up, that him being honest with us (and the trailblazer) is a step in the right direction, but… well… let’s just remember what happened to kuvida.

— moving on, i believe this “broken mask” sampo joke is meant to directly mirror and contrast the “intact mask” of the other aha stuffed toys. as mentioned in other analyses, i believe sampo may have been abandoned or discarded as an experiment or broken goods. if that’s the case, these two mask jokes being part of the same option pair makes sense — much like the other pairs, these are two different modes of existence that contrast with each other, one being fun and straightforward, while the other is darker and more complex.

— additionally, the garbled text makes a comeback, and i believe this misspelling (all the misspellings) are intentional. every single garbled text option is a lie; every single garbled text option does not give what it says it will. the first two give negative curios, and this one gives:

— shining trapezohedron die. this curio replaces all current curios with random ones. very elation-aligned, in my opinion, since the elation path seems to be very focused on chaos and “randomness.” the only reason i can think of that the sampo option would “surprise” us with this curio in particular is the randomness of elation itself. if sampo is aligned on a deeper level with the elation — such as being an emanator — this seems like something “random” he might do in conjunction with the overall path. additionally, it may be something similar to his “surprise present” burst, with the implications being 1. a present (something new, something unique) and 2. a surprise (something random you couldn’t have predicted).

— story. the die’s story itself is also very interesting. much like curio hacker’s curios, it focuses on experimentation, combination, and even paradox. it has “irregular sides” and “a wondrous light that twirls unrestrained within it.” the word “unrestrained” catches my attention, as despite being trapped within a physical object, an immeasurable power still rests within. in addition, this die is “said to be the seal of a horrible and indescribable evil god,” which interests me as to why it is given in sampo’s option. i wonder if the die, like curio hacker’s curios, is meant to convey something about sampo’s existence, or even be a stand-in for the man himself.

— in this case, aha may be the “horrible” god described, as from the dolls’ perspective aha must surely be “evil.” much of what we’ve seen so far paints aha as somewhat cruel and twisted in their jokes, anyways.

— the die must also, specifically, not be touched in dark places. the story itself details a few people who did not believe this “myth,” and stayed with the die in a dark room. apparently, the light within the die “cannot be blocked out,” which created the “shining trapezohedron die paradox.” the light, in my opinion, may be synonymous with elation or path power, something that aha may have personally bestowed upon sampo. since it cannot be diminished, it seems to be a factor of sampo’s creation or rise to emanatorhood; the elation he was “gifted” with from the beginning cannot be taken away or smoothed over no matter how hard he might try.

— “you cannot prove something that cannot be proven.” this is the line the story ends with, and i find it very fitting with sampo’s existence. since the sentient doll from aha stuffed toy is said to be a secret only aha knows, i interpret this line as being relevant to the fact no one else knows about sampo’s creation. perhaps there is something that “cannot be proven” about sampo’s creation or reason for existence, something that aha is able to make sure no one else knows through godlike means. just speculation, though!

— overall, the die still fits in with sampo on a broader level, like with the unrestrained power trapped within a small form and the mention of gods and specific circumstances where you shouldn’t interact.

— it’s also important to note that sampo’s option in the occurrence is the only fake text one that does not give only negative curios — the die is a regular curio, and may give normal curios as much as it may give negative ones. i think this ties back to how much of a wildcard sampo can be, either helping or harming at a moment’s notice. at least it’s better than sparkle’s, though, which only gives negative curios.

— as for the text itself, i believe those options are meant to show the more duplicitous, darker side of the fools, and by extension the elation. the first options are confident, opulent, pristine, while the second, chaotic text options are angry, lost, and filled with dead zones. it’s no wonder why those second options seem more in line with the randomness of elation, closer in status to the unpredictability of their aeon; the elation itself may have a rotting core. and poor sampo is just there, caught in the middle of it.

— “what an unfunny joke,” the fool ends with. aha ends with. maybe they’re right. maybe the joke was a bad idea. maybe it went too far from the beginning. maybe it was cruel. and maybe, just maybe, sampo’s suffering wasn’t all that funny in the first place.

— alright, that’s all i have! gonna wring aha by the neck like a snake hehehe (except i’m not because that’s exactly what they’d want me to do) :3 i’d love to hear others’ thoughts in the comments, as well as any theories surrounding sampo or the masked fools !! :)

© analysis by sunderingstars. do not copy, repost, translate, modify, or claim my work as your own.

[redr0sewrites]

Pretty Boy (Sampo x Reader smut)

yall dont understand my feral urge to dom this man he is so fine i swear im normal but ohhhh myyyyy gooood

🥀CW: SMUT! this is filthy ngl i really want to peg him its not fair hes fictional. marking, hickeys and biting, rough rough sex, reader is sorta mean, dirty talk, sexy sampo

Sampo squirmed beneath you, your hands gripping tight enough on his hips to leave a generous bruise.

"please... please just put it in!" you had sampo bent over your desk, his hands scratching at the wood as he trembled. you were pressing so, so close to his entrance yet you were so, so far.

"do you really think you deserve it? you really think you deserve my cock after teasing me all day, even while i was working?" it was true, everyone knew sampo had a tendency to be irritating however he had been getting on your last nerve. all day he had been whispering the filthiest things in your ear, subtly brushing his hands in places that made you shiver, whimpering or moaning softly as you passed by only to pretend as if nothing happened.

"answer me doll, you know i dont like waiting," you say, yanking his hair back sharply to see his face. his expression was truly pathetic, eyes filled with tears and cheeks flushed a delicious red.

"i promise i'll be good, please, please i need you" his pathetic begging and whimpering only made you more aroused, and you decided to indulge him. you sunk your teeth into his neck, leaving a harsh bruise. you contine to mark him until you find a spot that makes his breath hitch. focusing in on that one area, you thrust into him fully and suddenly, and a shocked gasp which melted into a choked moan left his mouth. he leaned forward, his whole body was shaking in time with your thrusts. you wrapped a hand around to rest it on his lower abdomen, you could feel his muscles clenching and unclenching as you pounded into him harder.

"look at you, panting like a bitch in heat. where'd all that confidence go? did the little slut just need to get his hole fucked? your really so desperate for me, such a pretty little whore."

he let out a soft sob of pleasure, and you continued your assault on his neck, until he was whimpering and keening at the scrape of your teeth. his noises began to grow louder and louder, and you wrapped your hand around his hard dick. precum was already spilling from the tip, and he bucked his hips needily.

"im close, aah~ im close please, please let me cum" his pleas came out in between pants and moans, and you could feel his cock pulsing in your hand. you pushed him down further against the desk, fucking into him at a new position that allowed you to go deeper, hitting that special spot inside him.

"o-ohh please please, its so good please im gonna- im gonna cum aah~"

"dont you dare come until i tell you too," you say roughly, delivering a soft slap to his ass as he whimpers. you continue to thrust into him and you can feel his body begging for release. his cock is throbbing and his shoulder shake with every thrust of your hips. hes growing louder and louder, and his moans only spurred you on.

"go on, doll. release for me, dont you want to be good?" sampo nodded feverishly, bucking his hips harder against you. a few more harsh thrusts and he came suddenly, spurts of his cum covering the front of your desk. you gently sat him down in your leather chair that had previously been pushed aside, and admired your work. his hips were bruising in the delicious shape of your handprints, and his back was littered with hickeys and scratches from pushing him into the desk.

suddenly, you pushed him against the back of the chair, and his eyes widened as you wrap your hand around his cock. he was still coated in his own arousal, and you felt him begin to harden again in your hand.

"wha- what are you-"

"aw, you didn't seriously think i was done with you pretty boy, hmm?"

AUUUGH HES SO FIIINEEEE UHRHDHDBSH I AM NEW TO HONKAI BUT OHHHHH MYTYYTY GAAAAAUUUFUDDBKSNSJNDJDND I HOPE YALL ENJOYED THIS FILTH

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Proud (Sampo Koski)

Kinktober 2023 Day Twenty-Nine: Cuckolding

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Your relationship with Sampo is an odd one, but it works perfectly well.

  He’s quite the character. He’s funny. He’s charismatic. But you know something lingers below the surface. Something you’re not quite sure you’ll ever learn the entire depth of. You knew that from the very first time you’ve met him. And even though you’ve been seeing each other around for a very, very long time now, you don’t know quite who he is. You don’t know all that he does. But that’s not really required when the two of you have to do business together. You’re fine with being a little dumb. You’re fine with being in the dark. The thirty-five/sixty-five cut of money you get from this is more than generous. Especially when he’s the one shaking all the hands while you’re just sucking cock. You don’t get in his way. He doesn’t get in your way. And at the end of the day?

  Profit.

  Tonight was no different. You spent the first half of the night, being passed around a few important people. Being wined a bit more than you were dined. Giggling at jokes, hanging off of arms, smiling all bright and big and stupid- the whole works. The eventual talks turned a little more serious, and the buzz in your brain was a bit stronger. But that was fine. Sampo told you once that he does his job the best the longer you stay on your knees with your mouth full of dick. You told him you worked a little better when he watched you. Said you wanted to make him proud. Said you liked making him proud. 

  Well, tonight you’re making him proud alright. In fact, you’re making him more than proud. You’re making him more than a profit. More than a good deal.

  You’re making him hard. 

  You can see it almost too easily from your position. Whoever the leader of whatever group this is- he’s got you turned around and facing everybody else in the private room. Strong, calloused hands grabbing at your hips and helping you slide down on his lap with your panties pulled to the side. You think he’s a soldier. Maybe a guardsman. Maybe the head of the guards with just how confident and strong his grip is around you. Lifting you up on his lap and lowering you down at a lax place. Enjoying the way you whimper and you moan as his cock fills your insides. Soaking in the cheers of the other men he came with as they edge him on, leering compliments and insults in your direction. 

  And it’s great. It’s what you’re good at. Not the first man you fucked in front of a group. Not going to be the last one either since you managed to suck him off into agreeing with the terms of Sampo’s business deal. So you can deal with all the calls of slut and whore from his friends- even as they pull out their own cocks to start playing with them at the sight of you. You can play up the embarrassment and the whininess when he starts lifting up your dress and spreading your legs wider so that everyone in the room can get a good look at your pretty, pretty hole swallowing inch after inch after inch. You can deal with all of that.

  But you don’t know how you’re supposed to survive when your business partner keeps looking at you like that. 

  Because from where you’re being fucked- you can see everything. You can see it all. You can see him. As he lays back on the couch. Legs spread and shoulders relaxed. One arm propping him up. The other palming his clothed erection with slow, purposeful fingers. Feeling himself. Squeezing himself. Pleasing himself. Never once tearing his eyes away from your body. From your face. From you.

  It makes you moan louder. It makes you grind your hips harder. It makes you reach up and grab your chest through the fabric of your dress. Would it be too forward to take it off yourself? The man did sign the contract already. You don’t want to jeopardize any further dealings with this guy. But the wine is making it hard to focus on anything else but the blue-eyed gaze staring you down. Watching your carefully. Drinking you fully. And making you question if this relationship between you and Sampo Koski was ever going to stay strictly business.

  Because it’s easy for you. It’s being treated like a slut. Like a whore. Because that’s who you are. Because who you were for this man. It’s like second nature to decide to tug your dress off yourself and make a big show of the titty drop you know all his drunk buddies were just dying to witness. It’s like second nature to feel warm hands brush against your skin. To have some random man’s hand cup your newly freed breast and hold and squeeze as if you belong to him. To have that same man use his other hand to keep your body still as he fucks up into your pussy- rapidly thrusting in and out in a way that gets you moaning and your legs shaking in that way you know guys like to see. 

  But it’s not easy doing it in front of a guy you suddenly want.

  It’s not easy doing it when Sampo’s hot and heavy gaze never leaves you for a second. Not even when you close your eyes and try to pretend that it’s him that you’re fucking. That it’s his hands running up and down your sides. That it’s his voice whispering sweet nothings and dirty, dirty words of encouragement. That it’s his cock that’s stretching you. God, what would it look like? What would it feel like? Is it thick? Is it long? Does it have that curve to it that you always like in a guy? Is the color as pretty as he is?

  It makes your mouth water. It makes your mind race. All around you, there are voices cheering. Men asking for your attention- for you to look their way when you ultimately cum around their friend’s cock. But you’re so distracted. So, so distracted by the view of your business partner sitting back in the chair like he owns the fucking world. Like he owns you. And you want him to. Oh, how you want him to. It makes you wonder. It makes you think. It makes you question. Everything around you. Everything about him.

  Did he always sit with such confidence? Did he always carry such a look on his face when you were fucking his clients? Did he always touch himself to the sight of you being fucked for a profit? 

  And did he always look so proud when you’re on another man’s cock?

  Would he let you take the lead? Would he bend you over and fuck you like he should have since day one?

[n1kodem1]

[crimmsonflower]

I touched star rail and i forgot how rabid this man makes me

[k0ski]

GUIDELINES.

hi! my name is erika, i'm twenty-six, and i run on pacific standard time. this is a private and selective blog for sampo koski of honkai: stair rail fame. this blog runs off of a mixture of canon and headcanon as information on these funky fun characters slowly releases over the next twenty years per hoyoverse's usual gacha-milking schedule.

here are some quick, basic guidelines for us to have a good ole time.

i'm mutuals only. if i don't follow you back, it's nothing personal! you're welcome to keep following, but rp will be limited to only folks i follow back.

this blog is 18+. there will be mentions of topics such as sex, alcohol, potential fantasy drug use. there will potentially be smut written, which will be appropriately tagged and placed under a read more.

mr. koski is a bit of a slut, you're welcome to reject him. he flirts with everyone with a pulse as it is part of his charm and his means of manipulation. folks are VERY welcome to push back against it. please note that even though he's gay, he'll flirt with anyone. it's all part of the game and the persona, and before you can blink, he'll have you fleeced and barely aware of it. i'm sorry ladies his existence is a scam.

i post about leaks sometimes. only if they catch my eye and come into passing, as i don't generally seek them out. i'll tag them as "honkai leaks/".

this blog is low-activity, and i come on here when i feel like it. you're welcome to let me know if you're super invested in an rp and i'll check back routinely to reply, but please don't pressure me. i work full time and attend school full time, so i'm a busy bee.

graphics are by me. i only use official art. you can find other graphics by me over on project-e2!