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Hi! I was wondering, if you are taking requests can I request reader taking care of Loona and/or Octavia like a mom or smth?
I dunno man I just want like… wrap them in my arms and tell them that sometimes shuts fucked but they’ll be okay
@idontreallyexistyet I’d love to!!
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Loona & Octavia with Maternal!Reader
LOONA
Loona would be SO hesitant to accept you as a mother figure in her life
Like, it’s pretty well known to everyone that she was left at the shelter as a kid
So she didn’t have a parental figure until Blitzø
And as begrudgingly grateful as she is for him - he’s not always the best option
Enter you
You’ve worked at I.M.P as long as Loona’s been there
You’re the one who keeps everyone on track, and keeps them safe - patches them up once jobs are over
At first, Loona thinks you’re just doing this to get on her good side
And then she thinks it’s just because you pity her
But - eventually the hellhound realises that you just actually care
She subconsciously starts gravitating towards you
Sitting next to you in meetings, etc.
And on one really shitty day, she just breaks
Loona snaps, and you end up taking the brunt of the outburst
When you usher everybody else out of the room - she becomes even more defensive
But when you open your arms, and whisper “cm’ere honey, what’s really bothering you?”
She Caves.
In seconds, the usually sharp-tongued hellhound is blubbering in your arms, explaining how shit of a day she’s had
Now, she goes to you before it reaches that point
Sometimes, she slips and calls you mum
But you both pretend it doesn’t happen, for Loona’s sake
If she ever needs a hug, or to talk something out - you’re the first person she calls
Don’t tell Blitzø
OCTAVIA
Although Via has a mum already, they don’t exactly have the best relationship
Alot of the time, the owlet feels as though her mum only uses her as a pawn against her dad
At least Stolas tries
So when her parents hire you to help with her schooling - she can’t help but feel brushed off yet again
But slowly, the two of you build a relationship
You’re not like her other tutors
You’re passionate, and you let her go on tangents about astronomy whenever it’s even a little relevant
You’re patient, and you understand things in a way Via can understand
Over time, Via starts opening up to you, telling you about her parents - how their fighting affects her
And you comfort her
But, she’d always sort of assumed they were just kind words
So one day; when her parents storm in fighting yet again - she’s caught off guard when you stand up from the table
Even more so when you tell them both in a firm voice and a withering stare that they needed to take their arguments elsewhere
Because they were making Via uncomfortable
So when her parents finally leave
The teen can’t help but run over to hug you tightly, whispering a quiet ‘thank you’
#helluva loona#helluva x reader#helluva boss x reader#helluva boss#helluva via#helluva octavia#helluva boss loona#helluva boss octavia#loona x reader#octavia x reader#via x reader#platonic x reader#mother figure!reader#maternal!reader
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DON'T LIKE REBLOG ♡
WHY ISNT THERE ANY CONTENT FOR VIA HHHHHH M GOING INSANE
Gn reader y'all
anyway ✧ i m a g i n e ✧
ViA let out a sound of discomfort when he feel something or rather someone roughly crashed onto him. He widened his eyes when a pair of arms hugged him tightly " P-Player? Is there a reason why you enfolded me? Or perhaps you are trying out new tactics? 'Cause If you are, I don't recommend getting this close to your enemy- " You rested your head on his chest and looked up to him, the sight of your smashed cheek against his metal chest, did made him blush a little. Not knowing what to do with his arms ( which was still on air ) he hugged you back, carefully placing his arms around your body, he blushed much more under your gaze. " I'd kiss you if you had a mouth. " ViA looked startled at first but then covered the bottom of his face ( where his mouth supposed to be) with his hand and looked away " I-I do have a mouth for your firm confirmation. " before you can look eager to test this out, a kiss landed on your forehead making you stop in your tracks.
" Convinced yet? " there a smug ViA in front of your face, a small smirk playing on his face.
#via#via x reader#mmx#mmx via#mmx x reader#megaman x#mega man x#megaman x reader#mega man x reader#x reader#gn reader#fan fiction#mega man x dive via#rockman x dive#rock man x dive x reader#Hes basically snow zero#my man has my half of heart#the other half belongs to zero
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pornstar! hobie brown x pornstar! reader | (obviously nsfw)
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
☆ pornstar! hobie brown whose name you've heard floating around your feed since your first appearance. The one who you've been dying to get in touch with, but feared that your small following wouldn't interest him, like some of the others you've asked.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown, a veteran in the game, and by what you've heard is one of the best fucks some of the most seasoned creators have ever had.
☆ yeah, that same pornstar! hobie brown that just messaged you asking if you were down to collaborate with him one day.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who had you screaming into your sheets and kicking your feet cause not only does he knows you exist, he wants to collab!
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who you immediately said yes to.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown and you then stayed up all night discussing the location, time, equipment, condoms, toys etc. you know the good stuff. he was surprisingly thorough, most people you've collaborate with just wanted to make sure you were clean and had a good camera.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who when he showed up in the lobby of the hotel he booked, took your breath away. the man was ridiculously gorgeous. not to mention thay voice. god, fuck me sideways he's hot asf.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown took the initiative to started up some small talk as you made your way to the room. he could tell you were nervous, since you were much more talkative on the phone. and he could hear the excitement in your voice. but now you couldn't even look him in the eye. guess he's gonna have to do his best to ease your nerves.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown offered to do most of the heavy lifting like the setting up the cameras, lights, sanitizing the sheets, just whatever prep was needed. all he wanted from you was to get relaxed and ready.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who started you off with a slow heated makeout session. he was a damn good kisser, and his lip piercing made the experience even better. he told you to guide his hands to wherever you wanted them. his hands were much bigger than yours, but still his palms were soft and warm to the touch.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who's breath hitched once you directed one of his hands to cup your clothed cunt. you both stared at each other, both afraid to make any sudden moves.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown did his best to ensured you times that ""jus' say the word love, and all this stops. i won' be disappointed ok?" even though he said it with a half hearted tone, his gaze in his eyes was serious. the last thing he wanted was for you to force yourself.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who was doing his best to ignore the mind numbing throb in his pants, as he waited on your response. you then moved his hand pass the waistband of your panties, so he could put his finger in between your folds. once he did, his eyes grew slightly wide. you were soaked.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who you had to now ensure you were ready. "trust me I want this as much as you do, i promise i do". and with the simplest nod, he went to work.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown, that you found out was a real pussy drunk, had used his tongue to push pass your folds and was now tongue deep in your cunt. his hands pressed your hips further into his face anytime you even squirmed in the slightest. its not like you could help it. he sent the first few minutes searching your inner walls for the spot that made you cry out the loudest. and once he did it was hell to get him off it.
☆ the man, pornstar! hobie brown, was a messy ass eater. you could hear as he suckled hard on your clit. how whenever needed a break would just run his pressed tongue along your slit. and how he would groan whenever your walls tried to push out his tongue whenever you reached your peak.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who reminded you to breathe as you struggled to ease in his length. he knew it would probably be a tight fit, that's why he made sure to coat your cunt with slick and spit before he tried. "don' worry jus' breathe love. shhh i know, but imma need you to relax for me. no it will fit, jus' stay with me now".
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who loved to give you face a light tap whenever your eyes would roll back or you mumbled to him when he asked you a question. he would most definitely grab your chin if he caught you staring at the camera instead of him. he knows it's for the optics, but hell he's the one fucking you dumb, so eyes on him. "don' focus on them. 'm right 'ere love. set thos' pretty eyes on me. trust me please baby. just you and me"
☆ pornstar! hobie brown that loves to run his fucking mouth. you almost told him to shut up, especially since he realized how your walls would pulse around him whenever he so much as let out a groan. what can he say, if he sees an opportunity to make you cum, he'll do whatever it takes.
☆ speaking of cum, pornstar! hobie brown who tell you to open your legs wider so the camera can get a good shot of the mess your cunt made of your inner thighs and his dick. "let 'em see baby, aw look at that. oh i kno' they gonna be so proud of you, but probably not as proud as me. good girl, lemme clean you off." yes he gave you a tongue bath.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who just by fucking you to the edge in some random hotel room, helped you blow up practically overnight. don't be surprised if he hits you up for a part 2. (he would even if there was no camera)
#hobie brown smut#hobie brown x black!reader#atsv hobie#atsv fanfiction#atsv#hobie brown#hobart brown#hobie x reader#☆° via writes °☆#i feel like i need a cigarette yall....and i dont even smoke
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just had disgusting filthy thoughts about ellie showing you off to loser!abby who’s never been with a girl before (mutuals look away i’m shy)
ellie having you spread open on the bed, vibrator held against your clit as you squirm, unable to move far with your feet tied down.
“y’hear those pretty little sounds she’s making?”. abby nodded. “‘s cause she’s gettin’ close again” it was true, you were approaching your third orgasm of the night, desperate to come yet overstimulated all at the same time. abby nodded again, face red and boxers soaked through. “look at her little pussy clenching around nothing” ellie told her “desperate to be filled, poor thing.” abby cleared her throat “are you gonna…?”
ellie shook her head. “gotta make her wait for it. makes her so fucking needy” you huffed from the other end of the bed, tears filling your eyes at your desperation “‘s too much ellie. please” abby looked to ellie, slight concern on her face but ellie just turned back to the pretty display she’d created “dumb little thing’s just being pathetic. she’s gonna come again soon”. your head felt more fucked than ever before. the combination of another orgasm approaching and your girlfriend talking to abby about you like you weren’t even there was making your mind fall deeper into a submissive fuzzy mess.
“you wanna touch?” ellie asked and abby’s eyes widened. “‘s ok. she’d like that. wouldn’t you, pretty girl? you nodded fervently “please. touch me abby” abby almost wanted to pinch herself, convinced she was having some kind of hyper-realistic wet dream. she reached out hesitantly. “so fucking wet isn’t she? i think she likes being spread out for us like this” abby managed to breathe out a small “yeah” and she brought a thick finger to your dripping hole. “jus fill her up, nice and slow” ellie told her and you moaned loud as abby followed her instructions.
“s-so tight” abby mumbled as you tried to relax, the stimulation on your clit making it almost impossible not to clench down. “always is,” ellie mused “no matter how many times i fuck her pretty little pussy.” abby groaned at the feeling of you stretched around her and ellie’s dirty words. “now move your fingers properly and make her cum”
#this was supposed to be like 1 paragraph lol#i’m writing college!ellie i promise but this came to me via h-word brain postal service and i had to share#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams smut#abby anderson smut#abby anderson x reader#ellabs x reader#ellabs x reader smut#abby x ellie x reader#ellie x abby x reader#slutty thoughts🩷🍓
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bf satoru gojo tweets x f reader
my writing juice burnt out so i did. this instead :3 one day i will find a good app for messages but until then have these !!!!
cw : suggestive, swearing, gojo thinks u want to hang him
rbs r very appreciated 🫶
my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !
#these were actually smf to make omg#- rs !#jjk smau#jjk x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru#gojo smau#gojo satoru smau#jjk x reader#satoru gojo x reader#satoru gojo x you#thanks to via for showing me this app 😞😞#billet-doux
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𓆩♡𓆪 how skz would propose to you. 𓆩♡𓆪
BANG CHAN
he would invite you over (or sneak, i should say) to the studio for a date cuz you both do this all the time
sometimes, he plays you snippets of songs he's working on, other times, you're just talking the night away while getting some work done
anyways, today he's playing you one of his songs
you're just completely immersed in the music and when it ends the lingering feeling of wanting more is left behind
how could it not? the song was about spending an eternity with you
you're about to turn around and profess your love for chan for the millionth time when you see him
he's on one knee and lets out a choked, "i meant everything in that song. i didn't know what love was before i met you, but you have shown me love and so much more. marry me?"
ofc you say yes (i mean, i would) and just end up falling asleep on his couch
LEE MINHO
you guys go to your favorite cat cafe, and bring the kids (cats?) along with you too
suddenly, soonie comes along with a note stuck to her back - "will you be our parent? i mean, for real?"
you look at minho who's playing with the cats on the other side of the room, confused, but he doesn't see you
(actually, he's blushing like crazy and is too scared to make eye contact lmao)
that is until you walk over to him and give him a nudge
he's beaming at you (this boy istg) and gets down on one knee
"we can't let our kids be a part of a dysfunctional family. they another parent, and they love having you around. actually, no, they love you. and they wanna grow old with you. so. will you, uhm, marry me? their father?"
(pls im giggling at this myself)
SEO CHANGBIN
you guys are out on a date at a fancy restaurant and changbin's acting extra giggly
now mind you, this is seo changbin. extra giggly is far more than what you would imagine
you're finally done eating and slump against your chair when the server brings another plate of food
you look at changbin with a "bro. i'm full." but the bro in question is just looking at you.
you look down at the tray placed in front of you.
"will you marry me?" it says with a ring in the middle?
"be my permanent gym partner?" asks changbin hopefully
and you say yes (bcuz who in their right mind wouldn't ???)
HWANG HYUNJIN
we all know how extra this man is, so when he insists that you two go to the bookshop where you first met, you don't protest
you're scanning the bookshelf, reminiscing about how you both bonded over monet and jane austen at this very shop
then you here a little gasp in front of you
naturally, your first instinct is to turn around and check on hyunjin
and he is down on one knee, a sobbing mess (but still cute, y'know)
"you have, and always will be my muse," he says, "so will you make me the happiest man alive and do me the honor of being your husband?"
he slides the ring onto your finger and pulls you into a hug and you're both crying and laughing and
(i'm sorry this is so cute, goodbye)
HAN JISUNG
you had made up your mind - is jisung wasn't going to propose to you, you would propose to him
(get it, queen or king or gender non-identifying reader!)
and so you're on your rooftop building when he goes "i need to tell you something" and funnily enough, so do you
(i wonder what that's about... hehehe)
after a series of 'you first', 'no you'. jisung admits defeat and slides you over the ring box
wordlessly, you slide over your box
the two of you just start laughing because, idiots in love
and then you squish jisung and start peppering him with kisses
LEE FELIX
it's a beach date!
absolutely perfect, all complete with bokkie's brownies
but felix is acting kinda nervous.
(and by nervous i mean his face is beet red and he's stuttering like crazy)
(what can you say, my boy is in love)
you're eating the last brownie when he says "close you eyes"
you do and you hear some shuffling.
you open your eyes to a sniffling felix propped up on one knee. "can I be your personal brownie chef for the rest of forever?"
who can say no to an offer like that?
KIM SEUNGMIN
you both were coming home from one of your numerous dates
it was the perfect night to be walking outside, but seungmin seemed really shifty
he was NOT enjoying himself
"are you cheating on me?" you ask jokingly
"far from it actually," he retorts, suddenly letting go of your hand.
you turn to find him in the middle of the street with a ring in his hand
"marry me. will you? please? i've had this ring with me for months and i didn't know when to propose but now i know, well like i always knew-"
you promptly shut him up with a kiss and a breathless yes
YANG JEONGIN
nothing was going according to plan for innie. you spent too much time picking an ice cream flavor and he knew that he was spending too much time at this clothing store
but they just got a new collection
and so he waits until you both are done so that he can take you to that really drmamtic fountain in front of the mall and propose to you
but watching you pick out your clothes, he realizes he wants to do this for the rest of forever
so this man promptly plops down on one knee in the middle of a department store and screams, "WILL YOU MARRY ME AND BE MY SHOPPING BUDDY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE? WE CAN BE EACH OTHERS PROBLEMS"
you just look at him confused holding up a t-shirt, "UH OKAY I'LL MARRY YOU AND WE CAN BE EACH OTHERS PROBLEMS"
you both are so loud that you nearly get kicked
(later he makes you buy him ice cream because he's a baby who's done a good job and deserves a reward)
#skz headcanons#skz scenarios#stray kids imagine#stray kids x reader#skz fluff#skz x reader#stray kids headcanons#skz au#skz angst#stray kids fluff#skz imagines#stray kids scenarios#stray kids#skz#lee know#felix#i.n#seungmin#chan#han jisung#changbin#hyunjjn#- via's drabbles <3
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࿐ ♡ ˚ . 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. — 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒐 𝒌𝒐𝒔𝒌𝒊 ˒ ⊹
series synopsis. your friend, your pal, your fuck buddy—sampo koski seems to be getting closer and closer with every heated exchange. you wonder, briefly, if there’s something more lurking under the surface of it all. you have a strict rule set in place, though: don’t catch feelings.
[ don't you trust me masterlist | next chapter. ]
syn. you remember the beginning of your relationship with sampo koski, and think about where you're currently at now. sampo surprises you when he asks if you'd like to stay the night... and to your own surprise, you agree. (6.8k)
cw. fem reader / piv intercourse / marking / creampie / alcohol + drinking / spit mention / usage of the petnames doll & dollface, pretty girl, pretty, sweetheart, baby / slight mention of a size diff between sampo and reader (sampo is implied to be bigger than reader) / oral (f!receiving) / fingering / praise
love, oak! ༉‧₊˚. HELLO HI. FIRST CHAPTER. i am genuinely SOOO FUCKING EXCITED but also i'm actually very scared to be posting this bc this project is my BABY but OFSJDHGHAERFSHDGK FUCK IT WE BAAALLLLL!!!!!!!
MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI. NSFW UNDER THE CUT.
You can hear your heart pounding in your ears.
It’s a rhythmic sound, aligning with the harsh creak of the bed as Sampo Koski’s hips snap into you with reckless abandon. It’s a carnal exchange, one involving sweat slicked bodies and teeth scraping against tender, sensitive flesh; it’s never been a slow, loving event. It’s always a release of stress.
Nothing more than that.
“Fuck—fuck me, please, don’t stop!” Your breath leaves you in a shuddering gasp. Pleasure zips through you, coursing from your dizzy head to your curled toes, leaving you absolutely molten.
Sampo heeds your calls, his pace never faltering for a second as he holds your hips in a bruising grip. You’re left there to grasp at the bed sheets, rake your nails down his back, lay there and take it as Sampo basks in the feeling of your soaked cunt pulsing around his cock.
“Gonna cum, pretty? C’mon, do it for Sampo, yeah?”
He had an awful habit of referring to himself in third person. It was a habit of his that you hated—not that it really mattered in this moment, when your brain was melting from the pleasure. You feel your core tightening with every passing second. You wanted to. You wanted to cum.
“Fuuuuck,” you drawl, nails digging into his shoulder blades as he draws a hand between the two of you to play with your aching clit. “Don’t stop. ‘m close, please, please,” you beg, a pretty sound that has Sampo growling.
And he doesn’t stop—he grows even more erratic in his thrusts, pushing you over the edge as his lips close around the sensitive skin of your neck. He’s always been a fan of leaving marks; possessive to a fault even if you weren’t officially his.
As you convulse around him, a sob of pleasure falling from your lips, Sampo is groaning and clutching you tight as his hips stutter. He cums, hard, thick ropes of seed shooting inside you as he pushes deep into your cunt.
He’s always had a habit of doing that, too. This one, you hated slightly less.
The two of you pant heavily as you come down from your respective highs. You clutch Sampo tightly, breasts rising and falling with every breath you take. He lets out a low laugh, content to let you hold him tightly as you bask in your post-orgasm high.
And as you come down, you reminisce.
Steam curls in the air as the pot on the stovetop boils water. You’re in the middle of your habitual tea time, getting ready to make yourself a warm cup to enjoy while you indulge in the latest book you’ve purchased for yourself when you hear your phone ping with a notification.
Your eye twitches as you spy who it’s from.
sampo: hey, pretty. mind meeting me at the usual spot real quick? i have something i need to ask you
you: what could you possibly need to ask me that can’t be sent over text?
you: sampo?
you: sampoooo?
you: you bitch. (read)
“Sampo.”
“Yes, pretty girl?”
The drawl of his voice sends a shiver down your spine. You’re supposed to be mad at him for interrupting your tea, though, so you continue with annoyance filling your tone, “What the hell was that cryptic message for? You can never be straight up with me, can you?”
Sampo taps his chin thoughtfully. Then he shrugs. “Some things are best left unwritten… and this particular favor, I’d really like to ask you in person.”
There’s a shit-eating grin on his face, and his tone is one that has you shifting back and forth on your feet. Sampo has always been an enigma to you, a jigsaw puzzle you could never quite figure out. It honestly irked you to no end that you couldn’t read him like you could everyone else.
The ambience of the bar you liked to frequent consumed the silence between you and Sampo. You take a second to claim the seat beside him and order your usual drink, crossing your legs as you give him a once-over.
Sampo’s clad in his usual outfit, his unruly two-toned hair tied back messily, exposing the nape of his neck to the humid atmosphere of the room. Your eyes seem to linger there momentarily before you meet his gaze, emerald pools glimmering with mischief and something more you can’t quite put your finger on.
You make a face at him. His grin widens in response and you roll your eyes.
“Alright. What’s this oh-so important favor, then?”
Sampo’s grin, to your surprise, lessens into a sheepish one. He averts his gaze in favor of knocking back his drink. He looks back to you.
“Ah, well… I was thinking—”
“Don’t beat around the bush, Sampo.” You interject.
Sampo’s lips twitched slightly. “If you would so kindly let me gather my thoughts...” He takes in a breath, a brief pause as he turns over the words he wanted to say before he continues.
“You’ve been telling me about how you’ve been so wound up with stress lately.” He clasps his hands together, rubbing them together in the way he does when he starts kissing ass. “And I was thinking, what if I did you a little favor? I could relieve it for you, if you’d like.”
You wait for more elaboration from him, but it doesn’t come. You raise an eyebrow. “What, exactly, are you suggesting here?”
Silence. Then: “How about we become friends with benefits?”
You gawk at him. His eyes catch on the way your lips part and press together, covered in a pretty sheen of gloss. You’re too busy trying to wrap your head around what he just suggested to notice the lingering hunger in his gaze.
You quickly search for a distraction—noticing that the bartender had slid over your drink without you realizing, you quickly swipe it up and start chugging. You think you hear a chuckle from Sampo in the background.
Once you’re satisfied (you had practically downed your entire drink in one go), savoring the burn of the alcohol that lingers in your throat, you wipe the corner of your lips with a thumb and turn back towards him. He’s still looking at you. Had he even looked at anything else while you were busy regaining your bearings?
It doesn’t matter. Your eyes narrow at him and you cross your arms. “What’s in it for you?”
Sampo seemed to have expected your suspicion, because he doesn’t miss a beat when he answers, “I get the same as you—an outlet for stress relief. Let me take care of you, pretty girl.”
The way he purrs his chosen pet-name for you sends a shiver running down your spine. You try to hide the way your thighs press together. The prospect of having sex with Sampo… it’s not entirely a notion you’d reject. Objectively, he’s fine as hell, with pretty green eyes and a slim waist, powerful shoulders and a broad back you think you’d like to rake your nails down. You bite your lip.
Okay, sure. Why the fuck not? Regardless of whether or not there was alcohol currently addling your brain, there’s no way you lose in this situation. Unless…
You hold up a hand. “Alright. I have a couple conditions though.”
Sampo nods, and his silence is enough to have you plowing forward with your thoughts. “No strings attached. I don’t want feelings involved. This is purely physical. And…” You purse your lips, searching for the words you wanted to say. After a moment you add quickly, “no kissing. That’s far too intimate, I think.”
“Fair enough,” he muses. “Any other lines you’d like to draw?”
He agreed to that almost immediately—while that should please you, it instead leaves a sick feeling swirling in your stomach and you’re not quite sure why. You chalk it up to the alcohol you had very intelligently decided to chug, and you lean against the bar as you ponder his question.
“No, I think that’s it.” You finally respond. Sampo briefly reaches out his hand for a handshake, but thinks better of it and retracts his hand quickly in favor of rising from the barstool he was perched on.
He grins down at you and holds out that hand again, this time in offering to you. “Shall we?”
“Ah—this starts tonight, then?”
“When else would it, doll? I’ve been thinking about this for awhile. Only you can help me scratch this itch.” He winks at you. You roll your eyes, but accept his hand anyways, gracefully coming to your feet.
Despite yourself, you feel your face warm as the two of you stare at each other, neither of you making the first move. You shouldn’t be embarrassed—this was Sampo, of all people—but here you were, suddenly shy. You glance away quickly, but after drawing up a bit of courage you chance a peek up at Sampo and find that there’s a pretty pink flush dusting over his cheeks. It makes you feel a sense of satisfaction. You weren’t the only one flustered here.
Sampo rubs the back of his neck, then he ventures, “so… would my place be okay?”
You stifle a giggle at how awkwardly he asks, deciding to spare him the pain of silence as you immediately nod your head. “Okay, sounds good. Let’s go.”
Sampo’s place is… neater than you thought it would be.
Actually, you don’t really know what you were expecting. It wasn’t necessarily a shithole in the slums you were imagining, but… ah, it didn’t matter.
It’s sparsely decorated, just a few trinkets here and there scattered amongst the comfy furniture adorning the living space. You pause in the doorway as you take it all in. You thought he would be more… of the hoarding sort. Guess Sampo is full of surprises tonight.
Which, speaking of Sampo:
“Well? I won’t bite doll, promise—I mean, unless you want me to.”
Sampo wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, earning a swift kick to his shins as you take another step in. He lets out a dramatic ‘oof,’ which draws a giggle from you, to his delight.
“We’ll see,” is all you say as you close and lock the door behind you.
It’s awkward as the two of you navigate through his home, much to your chagrin, but you were completely unsure of how to proceed. All you really knew was the exact reason you were here, the thought sending your heart beating a mile a minute as you focus on keeping your breathing steady.
You were positive Sampo knew how much of a mess you felt like right now though, because he startles you with a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, okay pretty girl? You just let me know if it’s ever too much.”
Your lip quivers as you look up at him. His face softens even more at the anxiety you finally let shine through when you whisper, “Okay.”
The hand resting on your shoulder drifts down to the small of your back, ghosting gently along your spine as he takes on guiding you to his room, maneuvering you to the foot of his bed where you hesitantly take a seat.
He hums thoughtfully as he searches for the words he wants to say. Another moment passes, then suddenly—“Do you trust me?”
You blink owlishly. Then, you nod your head.
“I need to hear a verbal confirmation, dollface.”
The dominance in his tone has your back straightening—and much to your surprise, heat swirling in your core. You bite your lip. “I trust you, Sampo.”
“Good girl. You just let me take the reins, okay? All you gotta do is sit back and relax.”
You nod your head. Sampo takes a step towards you but only stares, his eyes narrowing in challenge. You quickly realize what he wants and you stammer out a quick ‘yes’ before he’s descending upon you, gently pushing your shoulders in a silent command to lay back against the mattress.
You’re pliant to his whims, lying back against the plush bedding as he leans over you, breath ghosting over your face as if he’s about to kiss you—then he’s remembering your request, inching lower to press his lips to the smooth column of your neck. He draws out a soft moan from you as you feel his tongue dip against your skin, the scrape of his teeth as he drags his mouth lower, towards your collarbone.
“Your skin tastes divine, sweetheart. I wonder how much better it is down here.”
His sinful words are accompanied by a roll of his hips against your center, eliciting a gasp from you at the sudden friction. You squirm, hands coming up to clutch his shoulders as he smirks down at you.
You meet his smug gaze with narrowed eyes. Two could play at this game. You roll your hips back up against his, achingly slow, savoring the way Sampo’s eyelids flutter shut as he presses back against you.
“Don’t tease me,” you breathe. “Or I’ll do it right back.”
Sampo’s lips curl up in a smile, a pure predator looking down at you. “Yeah?”
You nod your head, eyebrows furrowing with displeasure as you meet his heated stare. It takes everything in you not to grind up against him again—desperate for any sort of friction. Sampo’s smile only widens.
“Alright, alright, I get the message. I won’t torment you for too long, okay? Sampo’ll take good care of ya.”
You make a feeble attempt at kicking him, but he’s quicker than you, pinning your legs with his strong thighs—you can see the muscles flex under the fabric of his pants at the effort. You can’t help the way your mouth drops open a fraction.
Okay, maybe you were attracted to Sampo. When he kept his mouth shut.
“Don’t refer to yourself in third person, you freak.”
“Or what?” Sampo leans closer to you, face to face. His warm breath mingles with yours—and he’s close to you, so close, leaning and leaning and—
He’s got you distracted as a hand slips under the fabric of your shirt, slithering up your stomach until he reaches what he was aiming for. He palms the soft flesh of your tit and you moan, glowering up at him as he smirks in response.
“Pay attention, pretty. Don’t want you to miss a single thing.”
You glare up at him as he smiles prettily down at you, the portrait of innocence—well, as innocent as he can be with the lust-drunk gaze he drags over your body as he slowly pushes up your shirt with another hand. With a little bit of maneuvering he pulls the fabric off of you, leaving you in your bra and the miniskirt you opted to wear out to see him.
Sampo bites his lip, running his hand over the curves of your body. Then he’s peeling away your skirt as well, humming in satisfaction as you lift your hips for him, leaving goosebumps along the skin of your legs as his fingers brush against the sensitive flesh. You watch as he drops the fabric slowly, his sharp gaze roving slowly over your figure.
“Aeons, sweetheart. You look so good.” Sampo hisses quietly as he palms at the bulge in his pants. Your eyes immediately catch on the movement.
He’s hard. And from what little you can glean, he’s big, too. You swallow.
Sampo’s smile grows feline. “What’re you lookin’ at, pretty girl?”
You shake your head. Sampo tuts quietly, but doesn’t push—not yet.
Sampo pulls off his shirt in a swift movement. Unbuckles his belt with one hand. You sit up on your elbows—not just to watch him strip unobstructed, you tell yourself—as you take in the view of Sampo, of his broad shoulders and strong biceps, the smooth skin of his chest, down his abs, and… is that a happy trail? It most certainly is. You really hope you’re not drooling.
“Now, don’t get shy on me now. It’s far too late for that.” You hear Sampo chuckle darkly. “C’mon, you can be honest. You like the view?” He asks with a tilt of his head.
You hesitate. It was going to come out one way or another, so you ultimately decide to be truthful with him and nod your head. His smile only widens.
“Good girl, bein’ honest. How about I reward you, huh?”
You don’t have time to ask questions; he doesn’t grant you any. He grasps your ankle and pulls you to the edge of the bed where he kneels, face level with the pretty lace underwear you adorn. You let out a squeak of surprise, your face heating with embarrassment as you realize just how vulnerable this position made you. His large hands grasp at your thighs, pushing them open as he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder.
“Hey—” you start with a gasp, eyes wide as you look down at him. He smiles coyly when he catches your gaze.
“You trust me, don’t ya? Just relax,” he purrs. His fingers trace the hemline of your panties, drawing a shiver from you. Biting your lip, you take his advice and lean back, watching him raptly as he kisses the inside of your thigh. You feel your chest tighten with desire.
“Pretty,” the pet-name rolls off his tongue smoothly, dripping with honey-sweet desire. “You’re already so soaked for me. Look at you.” His finger glides up your lace-covered slit. You let out a whimper in response.
He takes his time with you, holding you open with one hand as the other drifts up over your navel, around the hem of your panties, dipping under the elastic seam and snapping it back against your skin. He tugs at it gently, once, twice, then he’s pulling it down, leaving the fabric to dangle around the ankle hooked over his shoulder. He leans forward to press a kiss to the apex of your thighs.
“Sampo…” You breathe out. You’re clutching at the sheets below you in a white-knuckled grip, your ribs expanding with the deep, shuddering inhale you take in as his eyes make contact with yours.
“You’re fucking dripping for me, baby,” he all but groans. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
You’re just about on the verge of begging for something, any kind of stimulation from him, when his eyes flick back down. He’s suddenly pressing his mouth to your cunt, tongue laving up your center. It feels like you’ve been electrified, nerves alight with white-hot pleasure; you nearly jump at the contact. His grip shifts to your hips, holding you down as he devours you like a man starved.
Your head tips back as you moan wantonly. It’s maddening and satisfying all at once—his tongue strokes at your clit, dips into you and drags back out slowly, teasingly. You look back down at him through the haze of pleasure, finding intense pools of emerald staring right back at you, drinking in your every reaction like it was the sweetest nectar.
“Sampo,” his name falls from your lips almost reverently. The effect it has on him is almost instantaneous—his grip tightens on you and he’s eating you out with a renewed fervor, bringing you ever closer to the brink. As you dangle dangerously on that precipice, you bring a hand down to twine through the soft locks of his navy hair, panting with the effort of prolonging the moment. Not yet. Not yet.
The groan he lets out when you tug on his hair makes your core tighten even more.
“Baby,” he rasps as he pulls away, warm breath fanning over your sensitive slit. The sight is filthy: there’s a thin trail of saliva still connecting you to him, your slick shining on his chin in the pale moonlight that filters in through the curtains. “You taste so fucking good.”
Your chest heaves as you reply breathlessly, “you feel so fucking good.”
“Yeah, baby?” He pauses, his head dipping slightly as he presses a gentle kiss to your clit. Your hips buck again, restrained by the hand that grips you tightly. “Do you want to feel even better?”
You nod your head, the word ‘yes’ falling from your lips in a desperate plea.
Sampo smiles, his free hand coming up slowly, so so slowly, his tongue darting out to coat his fingers in his saliva. His eyes never leave yours—no, he wanted you to watch this lewd display. Watch as his tongue runs over spit-slicked knuckles, watch as he lowered his hand to your aching pussy.
“Fuck,” you whine as he eases his fingers into you easily, crooking and prodding—searching. Looking for the spot that drives you crazy. A moan rips from your throat, head falling back as Sampo’s lips close around your clit, sucking and licking in tandem with his fingers that were working you just right.
When they curl in the most perfect way, you have to stop yourself from closing your legs around his head with a sharp inhale. You miss the way his eyes light up with a feral sort of excitement—knowing he’s found the spot that makes you come apart so perfectly. And he exploits that spot, again and again and again, making you delirious with the white-hot pleasure he inflicts upon you.
It’s not long before you’re shoved off the edge, freefalling into a world-shattering orgasm that has your back arching as you let out a sob of pleasure. Sampo laps lazily at you through your orgasm, making you jolt with the after-shocks as he drags his tongue over your now too-sensitive clit.
“Atta girl,” Sampo croons, withdrawing his fingers with a lewd squelch. You squirm as you feel the cool air hit your slick covered thighs. “That feel good?”
Dazed, you nod your head. You feel the heavy weight of Sampo hover over you, consuming your senses as his lips press against your neck. Sometime between him giving you perhaps one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had and now, he’s shucked off his pants, now clad only in his boxers. They’re stained with pre, you note with satisfaction, his cock straining against the fabric. You slip a hand down, trailing lower and lower until your fingers brush over his erection.
Sampo groans softly. The noise fills you with a tidal wave of desire; you find yourself wanting to hear what other noises you can draw out of him. You start to palm him gently, fingers caressing the impressive length of him through the thin cotton material. Sampo makes a low noise in his throat.
“Doll… you’re driving me crazy here.” Sampo utters, inhaling sharply when you squeeze.
“What’s wrong, Sampo? ‘m not doing anything.” You smile coyly as you continue to tease him.
His eyes glint with predatory intent, his hand shooting down to grab your wrist when he decides you’ve had enough fun toying with him.
Looks like his patience has run out. Not that he had that much to even begin with.
Sampo releases your wrist in favor of tugging his boxers down, his cock springing out and slapping obscenely against his abs. He’s… oh, Aeons, you weren’t even sure he would fit.
It’s like he can read the thought plain as day on your face because he purrs, “I’ll take it nice and easy, baby. Don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing.”
He nudges your legs open as he kneels between them, hands grasping your hips gently as he readjusts you. Your eyes widen as he spits in his hand and brings it down to pump himself—the lewd display makes your thighs clench.
Despite your apprehension, you couldn’t help the heady desperation that swirled in your core, the electrifying desire zipping through your veins—you wanted him. Bad.
“It’ll feel real good pretty girl, okay? All you have to do is trust me.” Sampo says soothingly. Then he’s pressing the blunt head of his cock against your slit, dragging it along your folds slowly, coating himself in the arousal dripping from you. The tip catches against your clit deliciously, making you whine softly. You needed more.
“If you don’t fuck me now,”—your breath hitches as he finally pushes in, barely breaching your drooling pussy—”I’ll go insane.”
“I gotcha, pretty. Just be patient.” Sampo holds your hips as he presses further into you. The stretch burns; but it’s the delicious kind of pain, the one that makes you want to beg for more.
He buries his head in the crook of your neck, his muffled groan vibrating against you. He’s trembling, you think—holding back the urge to just fuck you already. While you appreciate the thought, you think you might genuinely, actually, go insane if he doesn’t start fucking your brains out soon.
“Sampo,” you rasp, hips bucking slightly. “I can take it. Please, please—need it so bad.”
His hips twitch. One heartbeat passes—then two.
“Sampo.” You whine again. Your fingers clutch his shoulder blades, nails digging into the flesh none too gently.
He breathes in deeply. The only warning you get is him readjusting his grip; he snaps his hips, thrusting all the way in. It tears a moan from your throat, walls pulsing around his girth as he bottoms out, balls slapping lewdly against the plushness of your ass. You’re both groaning, your nails digging even harder into him as he pulls out slowly, then snaps his hips again, starting a crude rhythm that drains all sense from your head.
All you can manage is a heady moan of his name, the pleasure threatening to pull you under like the strong current of a riptide. You could almost drown in it.
“So good,” you babble, chest bouncing with every thrust into you. It rips the air from your lungs, lighting a fire inside of you, on the brink of burning you from the inside out with the intensity of just how fucking good he’s making you feel.
His skin is slick with sweat, pressing and sliding against your own as he pounds you mercilessly into the soft bed beneath you. He lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours, wild and alight with desire.
“Takin’ me so well,” Sampo groans, hips stuttering as you clamp around him involuntarily. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”
A sob falls from your lips as he slows to a tortuous grind, dragging his cock along your pulsing walls. You feel your core tightening, aching, begging for more, more, more.
“I’ll give you more, pretty girl, don’t you worry,” Sampo replies. You didn’t think you had said it out loud, but he doesn’t give you any time to think about it because he’s grabbing the backs of your knees and pressing them back against your chest.
The new position has stars swimming in your vision as he pistons into you, the vulgar sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in your ear as he all but folds you in half. You think you might really die. Your head is spinning. You can’t even form a coherent thought anymore—you’re quite literally filled to the brim with Sampo. You don’t think you ever want it to stop.
You feel tears prick your eyes as you’re overwhelmed with the molten pleasure coursing through your veins. He’s fucking you relentlessly, even through the orgasm that hits you like a freight-train, so sudden that you damn near pass out.
“Fuck yeah—cum for me, pretty. You’re doing so fucking well.”
You feel Sampo throb inside you—he’s close, too, and you want him tumbling into oblivion with you—so you clench around him, walls still fluttering with the orgasm he’s fucking you through. He hisses, teeth gnashing together as he stifles his groan, pace growing unsteady and snappier until he’s suddenly pulling out, painting your burning skin with ropes of cum. It’s sticky, dripping in rivulets down your skin, but you can’t find it in you to be grossed out.
In fact, you think it’s a little hot.
He curses lowly, hips still twitching in the aftermath of his own climax. “Fuck, doll…” He pants. “Let me get you a towel.”
That was almost a year ago, you think. Heat creeps up your face at the memory of your first escapade with him.
You’ve had this sort of arrangement with Sampo for awhile, where the two of you will link up, fuck, and then go your separate ways, as simple as that. Sometimes it’s more planned, and you’ll end up in his bed for an hour or two, but other times, most times, it ends with your back against a brick wall in a desolate alley, or perhaps inside the nearest closet the two of you can find.
But lately, it’s been the former. He’s even been dining you beforehand, treating you to a nice meal before he fucks your brains out. And while you appreciate the sentiment, it’s been.. throwing you off, to put it simply.
You’re not quite sure what this means for the two of you. Maybe you can choose to ignore this development in this precarious relationship the two of you shared, always teetering on that fine line between lust and something that felt suspiciously like love.
Problem is… you’re not quite sure if you even wanted to ignore it.
You’re shaken from your thoughts when you hear the shower running, and the cold slams into you with a fierceness you’re completely unprepared for. Teeth clattering together as you shiver, you grab for the nearest blanket (you end up needing to grab the duvet—Sampo never kept extra blankets on the bed) and bundle yourself up. Once you feel warm enough, you roll out of the comfort of his bed, your feet padding softly on the carpet as you make your way to the bathroom. You find Sampo in there in all of his naked glory, who turns his head as he hears the quiet hiss of the blanket dragging against the floor.
He offers you a kind smile, completely unfazed as your eyes rove over him, none too discreetly. He says, “I thought I’d start the shower for you. Get it warmed up.”
You tilt your head to the side. “That’s okay, I can just shower when I get home…” Your voice trails off as you catch a glimpse of the city outside from the nearby window—the ground is blanketed in a sheet of white, and you can barely see a few feet away from the glass against the flurry of snow outside. You blink once, twice, and then look at Sampo again.
“Ah, about that…” Sampo rubs the back of his neck. “It’s pretty cold out. How about you stay the night with me? Won’t cost any extra to ya.” He winks at you. His feet are silent on the cool tiled floor as he slowly approaches you. “I’ll even sleep on the couch, if that’ll make you feel better about it.”
Despite the… close relationship you shared, you had never actually stayed the full night at Sampo’s. Maybe you’d linger an hour or two, but it had always ended in you making it home, slipping into the comfort of your own bed. This would be the first time sleeping in his. You feel your heart stutter as the thought runs through your mind.
Then you’re shaking your head at his offer—or more specifically, the latter part of it. “No, no, that’s not necessary. I’ll stay, but we can share the bed. We’ve been tangled up in it more than enough to manage just sleeping together in it.” You wryly smile at him. “Thank you, Sampo. I appreciate it.”
You’re slightly astonished at the blush that rises to his cheeks in response to your words. The sight makes warmth bloom in your chest and your heart skips a beat. It reminds you of the first time you had seen him blush, way back when you met him at the bar for that fateful conversation.
The warmth in your chest quickly freezes over as you remember the words exchanged right before that—the stupid rules that you had put in place yourself.
Because, you remember bitterly, this was supposed to be completely and utterly no strings attached. There was no room for the butterflies in your stomach, nor the way your breath hitches when he brushes a hand over your bare shoulder as he slowly slips the duvet from around you.
“Go on, shower first. I’ll be waiting out here for you.” Sampo smirks down at you. “Maybe we’ll go for round two, if you’re up for it.”
With a playful swat at his shoulder, you quickly herd him out of the bathroom. “Horny bastard. We’ll see.”
“It’s up to you, sweetheart. I’ll see you on the other side.”
You can see him blow you a kiss as you shut the door, sliding the lock into place. You clutch your chest. You let your careful mask fall; as you turn to the mirror, you see something akin to desperation on your face shimmering in the reflection.
Maybe you’re in deep shit. Maybe you’ve been falling for awhile now, and you’ve been so stuck in your own head that it took until this very moment to truly grasp your own reality:
You have feelings for Sampo Koski.
With that realization swirling in your head, when you step into the shower, you quickly turn the temperature to cold.
When you emerge from the bathroom, wrapped only in a plush gray towel, you catch Sampo’s gaze from the bedroom almost immediately. You hold up a hand.
“Nuh-uh, no round two.” You simply say. He pouts for only a moment, quickly recovering and rolling out of bed. He immediately slinks up to you with folded clothes in hand.
“Hey now, I wasn’t gonna ask for anything! Here—these are for you to sleep in.” Sampo holds out the folded shirt and sweats. You accept it with a small thank you, and turn back for the bathroom to change.
There was something strangely intimate about putting on his clothes in front of him, so you quietly escape back to the bathroom. There’s no snarky retort or even any comment at all from Sampo, even as you shut the door, so you quickly slip on the clothes he gave you. You’d have to make do with going home in the snow tomorrow in the clothes you wore here, you think. Good thing you opted for your jeans instead of that skirt you wanted to wear.
Distracted, you glance up at the bathroom mirror and startle at the sight.
The sight of you in his shirt makes your stomach flip. His scent curls around you, musky and deep, and for some reason you feel… comforted. Almost like he was embracing you himself. You grip the bathroom counter with your free hand, white-knuckled. You wouldn’t think too hard about what, exactly, this feeling meant. No, you refused to. You would spiral down a dangerous train of thought otherwise; you couldn’t afford to do that when you’re about to sleep in the same bed as Sampo.
You could think about it tomorrow. Or perhaps the day after that. Or maybe even… never. You were happy to stay stagnant in this little bubble that contained you and him, where you weren’t really just friends anymore but you weren’t quite lovers, either. You were content to never let it change.
A knock on the door makes you jump.
“You okay in there, pretty girl? You’ve been in there for awhile.”
His muffled voice held a note of concern that makes your chest tighten. You feel your breath hitch.
“Yeah, uhm—sorry, just give me one more second, promise I’ll stop hogging the bathroom…”
“Take your time. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
You hear his footsteps leave and you let out a breath. You could handle this. There was nothing romantic at all about just… sleeping. You would go to bed, then you would wake up and be on your way, and things will return back to the way they should be.
Surely.
With that thought, you slowly creep your way back to the bedroom, where you find Sampo nestled up in his bed already. You catch yourself smiling a little bit.
“Sampo, leave some blanket for me, you pig.”
You hear him snort quietly as you slide into bed beside him. There’s ample room in his bed, and as you curl up on your side, tucking yourself under the plush duvet, you hear him mumble quietly, “Goodnight, pretty girl. Sleep well.”
“Goodnight, Sampo.”
You cannot, for the life of you, fucking sleep.
It’s hard to, when right at your back there’s a warm mass slumbering—and even though you count every breath he takes like counting sheep, you’re still wide awake. It felt like your thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute.
You’re going to lose your mind at this rate.
Turning onto your back, you stare at the blank ceiling, pushing the blanket down to your midsection as you once again make a fruitless attempt at falling asleep. You know it’s futile to even try, with your heart racing in that familiar way that it did when you were tangled up with Sampo, but fuck, all you wanted to do was sleep.
Rustling makes you freeze.
And then you hear him shifting—when you turn your head to look at him, you catch pools of deep jade green staring back at you. Sampo groggily smiles at you. “Hey.”
You start, clutching the blanket as if it were some kind of shield. He snorts as he observes you.
“Sampo… why’re you awake?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” He replies, followed quickly by a yawn. You feel the urge to yawn tickle at the back of your throat before you’re following suite, bringing up a hand to cover your face.
Sampo chuckles. “You’re not sleepy, pretty? Need Sampo to tire you out real quick?”
You glower at his simpering smile, hitting his shoulder with no real force behind it. “No. I’m okay, I just… never really have an easy time sleeping anywhere that isn’t my own bed.”
He hums in understanding. Then he’s mirroring you, shifting to lie on his back, but instead he stares at the ceiling. Your eyes linger on him a little bit longer before you’re looking up too.
“What’s on your mind?” He asks softly.
You say after a moment of consideration, “I can’t tell you that.”
Sampo doesn’t miss a beat. “Why not?”
You shake your head, the movement hissing against the soft fabric of the pillowcase beneath you. “It’s… personal.”
Sampo snorts again. “I thought we were way past personal boundaries by now.”
Physically, yes, but… emotionally? You don’t voice the thought out loud. Instead you reply, “We are, yes, but um… I dunno.”
Silence. It lingers between you, not entirely uncomfortable, but it’s… tense. You glance back over at Sampo again.
His gaze flicks over to you.
“Do you trust me?”
The phrase lights up a moment of recognition within you—a phrase he’s uttered so many times; as he guides you, tugs you along with his whims, while he takes you—
Your throat bobs as you swallow. Your answer has never changed. “Yes.”
The sheets are rustling. Then, strong arms pull you towards a broad chest, wrapping you in their embrace; you’re responding immediately, lips parting in a silent gasp. Your brain is slower than your heart—you’re curling up against the warmth of him despite your better judgement. You feel the vibrations of his quiet chuckle reverberate through him, through you, echoing deep in your bones as you start to laugh with him.
“If you don’t want to talk, I understand,” Sampo breathes, lips brushing against the crown of your head. “But at least let me hold you. Let me offer you something to take your mind off of things. I want you to get some rest.”
Your hand rests against his pec—he slept shirtless, oh fuck—as you nestle closer to him, legs intertwining with his. You’re tangled together with him again, but this time it’s in a quiet way. Innocent. You find that you don’t mind this.
He doesn’t either, if the way he holds you closer is any indication. He has a strong arm looped around your waist, the other having snaked it’s way under your head, and you think that his bicep doesn’t make too bad of a pillow. It draws a smile to your lips.
“Okay,” you whisper. “I’ll try.”
Curled up in the warmth of Sampo, you finally drift.
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“In just a few hours we’ll be breathing a different kind of air” you mumble as your head rests on your boyfriend’s shoulder, you’ve been asleep throughout the flight on and off and you just felt the need to remind him of your presence as if your weight on him wasn’t enough,
“Pizza and wine air mhm” Cheol hums back, it’s mostly inaudible to you but you nod your head nuzzling into his neck gently letting it drive you back to your sweet slumber.
Soft pokes on your cheek wake you up, you look around disoriented your brain confused by the sudden change in schedule. Any other week you would be busy, working, studying, planning but today you’re on a plane and you’re with your favorite person so it’s not a bad change.
His calming voice brushing softly against your ear brings you back to the moment, you look at him wide eyed obviously clueless as to what he said you watch his lips curve up his stare only filled with adoration for you.
“We’ll be landing in 5” you register the information with a swift nod and start getting your stuff together.
Landing felt safer than ever just being close to him, all the stressful parts of traveling seemed relaxing just having your fingers tied with his walking through the airport. It made you wonder.
Now it was past 11pm and while you’re both tired the urge to just take in the night in this new city felt like the right move. The plan would be to get a cab and drop the bags at the hotel, so you could walk around the city into midnight.
The air was cool but you could feel the gentle spring heat, his fingers naturally travel to your face brushing your hair down as it flows with the wind the both of you cheesing at the scene. The drive through the city is so peaceful the landscapes feel picture perfect at every turn even in the dark night.
“It’s really pretty here Cheolie” your voice sounds whiny but it’s only cause you’re grateful and you don’t know how words could convey that feeling, but he feels it just looking at you, just knowing you’re enjoying yourself,
“You’re really pretty here” the words come out like a thought that escaped and the cringing look on his face after says it all, you give him a cute pose to tease him and it works, his eyes rolling at you as soon as you pose.
The moment you step out into the city the liveliness takes you by surprise, the streets are buzzy with life and your hotel is right in the middle of it. Neither of you minded it because you were going to be here for a short time so you would be out most nights anyway.
You’re in and out of the hotel after dropping off your stuff, mutually deciding that this night you would enjoy the night view, strolling the historic streets, walking past all sorts of people, with his hand in yours, fingers intertwined. You can’t help but look at him the way his eyes glisten under the city lights, his soft smile as he takes it all in and all of it coming back to you,
“What..?” his smile grows wider as breathes out a gentle laugh, you just shake your head dismissing his curiosity, you can feel his gaze linger for a moment before returning to the city.
Time felt inexistent for the both of you, you just found yourself at an outside bar right by the port, clueless on how you landed there or how you’d find your way back, it felt insignificant compared to the moment you were living in right now. The breeze felt right, the music felt right, his touch felt right, everything felt carved to perfection just for you to enjoy this night together.
“Baby..” you look up to your boyfriend from your phone, he has your hand held in his cupping his cheek, his head tilted to rest on your hand turning slightly he places a soft kiss on your palm eyes shutting for that second.
The way he looks at you is the way he always looks at you it’s soft, adoring, loving he wouldn’t have to say anything for you to know, just in those kind eyes you can tell and it always brings you butterflies, suddenly your heart is skipping beats as if you’ve never experienced it before.
“..I want to be everywhere with you”
#via writes ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁#kpop fanfic#kpop fluff#3rd gen kpop#scoups#choi seungcheol#seventeen fluff#seventeen scoups#seventeen seungcheol#svt fluff#svt fanfic#svt x reader#seungcheol fluff
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can i ask for literally any type of fluff romantic with sodapop? i’m in desperate need for that lol. hope your have an amazing day xx :)🫶🏻🫶🏻
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A/N: Thanks for the request! It's not my best work, at least I don't think so, but I really hope you enjoy it! And by the way, you've got such a pretty blog! Very nice to look at!
“You love me, right?”
Y/N looks up warily, folding their magazine in their lap. Those words, especially coming out of Soda's mouth, can never mean anything good. Slowly, as Sodapop approaches, Y/N pulls their feet back from where they had kicked them up on the front counter. “What did you do?”
“Nothing!” Sodapop flashes that movie star smile and leans back, hopping up next to the cash register. He kicks his feet in the air and smiles a little harder than he should be.
“Liar.”
The smile falters.
“I may...or may not have...told Darry that you’d be willing to cook dinner for the boys while he was out with his college buddies.”
“Sodapop Curtis, you didn't!”
His deep brown eyes drop to the floor, shoulders hunching as he draws his hands to his lap and fiddles nervously with his fingers. “I didn’t mean to, I swear, it just slipped out.”
Y/N sighs and reaches up, pinching the spot between their eyebrows. Dinner for the boys. Dinner for all of the boys. That’s a lot of mouths to feed. Especially if the boys are hungry from doing God knows what all day long.
“Everyone’s gonna be at your house?” Y/N asks after a moment in a quiet voice, not yet looking over at Sodapop. Even without looking, they can practically see the way he’s nodding, thrilled with the possibility of Y/N going along with his mistake.
“Yeah! Everybody! They’re gonna be there around six! ‘Cept for Dally, he might be a little late ‘cause he said he had somethin’ to take care of with Shepard."
With a dramatic sigh, Y/N lets their hand drop and nods as if they’re signing away their life and not just cooking dinner for a bunch of hungry boys. “I’ll do it.”
Sodapop beams. It’s brighter than his standard movie star smile, not so forced in the corners, and lights up all of his face, all the way up to his eyes. Y/N likes it a lot better than his movie star smile. Soda leans in to press a few short kisses to their cheek, murmuring grateful remarks against their skin.
When he pulls away, the smile is still there.
"I'm gonna go call, Dare," Soda murmurs as he slides of the counter, his hand grazing over the edge of Y/N's knee as he heads for the back of the DX. "You’re the greatest!”
“Yeah,” Y/N mutters with a pleased huff, kicking their feet back up and opening their magazine again as Soda walks away. “I am the greatest.”
#the outsiders#the outsiders headcanons#the outsiders hcs#the outsiders x reader#dillo’s writing#sodapop curtis#sodapop curtis x reader#via 252
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. . . cw ; jing yuan x afab reader, gender/body dysphoria, post-smut, slice of life, unfinished drabble
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You’ve managed yourself quite well during your first time with Jing Yuan. This was something you’d been wanting- desiring- for so long that you knew how to navigate through the pulses. Knew how to redirect his hands when they were between your legs a little too long, knew how to shift your hips so you could ignore the discomfort and focus on the pleasure. Small things that, for the most part, didn’t warrant a second glance.
But when it was all over, heaving breathes and sweaty skin, it was a little harder. Jing Yuan was loving of course, pressing kisses on your skin and his hands making smoothing motions on your hips.
But then he started to pull out- because it was over now, and that’s what you normally do. Yet your breath hitches, hand darting to grab Jing Yuan’s arm. That’s enough to make him stop entirely, which you’re grateful for.
“Please… wait,” you swallow, feeling all kinds of fresh vulnerability and insecurity despite just having sex with this man. This is different. “Please don’t move.”
“Alright,” easily, Jing Yuan agrees. His golden eyes carefully sweeping across your body, analyzing you as his voice goes soft. “Can I touch you?” His hands previously on your hips begin to move away, but you’re quick to grab them.
“Mm,” you nod, leading the comforting warmth of his palms up your torso. “Up here. Please.”
Jing Yuan smiles, slowly leaning down and careful not to move his hips to much as he does. “May I kiss you?” He asks next, hands already busy distracting you with the invisible patterns of comfort they trace along your skin. You can’t help but let out an amused puff of air, eyebrows furrowed. Tilting your head up to meet him halfway and sink into his kiss.
“Of course,” you murmur against his lips at some point. You’ve just laid together, after all, and a kiss is completely reasonable considering everywhere else your mouths have been on each other’s bodies. Yet you still appreciate the question all the same.
Jing Yuan continues on like this, touching you and kissing you for several minutes as your body starts to relax. Despite not knowing what’s going on in your head completely, Jing Yuan is a smart man and he seems to know just what to do.
Knows exactly when you’re distracted enough that he can slowly slip out of you, and this time it doesn’t ring alarm bells in your head. You still grunt against his mouth all the same, soreness and that same discomfort you can never describe in pulsing from between your legs. But it’s not as bad.
“I’m going to go get us some water,” Jing Yuan says quiet against your cheek. “And a towel.” You huff but kiss the side of his nose and let him leave the bed anyway. You are quite thirsty, and focusing on that rather than everything else is good. In the time you wait for him to come back, you sit up and spread your legs on the bed, tilting your hips to find the most comfortable way to sit where you can’t feel your sex and your clit as much as possible. Despite the pleasure being shoved into you minutes prior, you can’t help but sigh and feel the agitation burning in your chest.
You wish you didn’t feel these things. While it doesn’t ruin the experience of being with somebody, it certainly isn’t something that you enjoy.
When Jing Yuan returns, he’s careful as he shuffles back on the bed, as if aware of your situation and not wanting to interrupt your position. He hands you the water first, which you take greedy gulps of.
It’s only when you’re halfway through the glass that you stop, eyes wide.
“I’m sorry,” you hold the glass toward him. “Did you have any?”
Jing Yuan’s eyes crinkle when he smile, an amused kind of love in them that makes your heart pound. His hand meets your wrist and pushes the glass back toward you. “I did when I was getting you a glass. Go ahead, it’s all yours.”
You hum your thanks quietly as you drink the rest, and then your eyes move down to the rag and your lips purse.
“I usually take it upon myself to clean up my partner after everything,” Jing Yuan starts. He meets your eye. “Would you rather do it yourself?”
This man. You hate how perceptive he is, but love it as well. “I’ll do it,” you sigh, handing him the empty glass when he gestures for it. “Thank you. I’m just going to wait a minute. Is there anything I can do for you?”
Stretching languidly across the mattress to put the glass on the nightstand, Jing Yuan relaxed beside you and puts a hand on your calf. You can’t help the giddy flip in your stomach when he does- loving that he isn’t too scared to touch you.
You like the touch. His touch especially. There’s only one area that bothers you, but the rest is free rein really.
“I’m completely fine, though your consideration is appreciated.” He smiles warm, resting on his side with his arm propped below him as he continues to rub his hand up and down your leg. “Would you like to tell me?”
His question is vague, left up to you to decide what exactly you would be telling.
“It’s just… uncomfortable,” you tell him, because you want to. Because there’s no reason not to. “Especially when my body is still… aroused. I can’t describe it. I just…” you sigh, defeated as you rest a hand against your forehead. “Can’t.”
“Mm.” Jing Yuan shuffles closer to you, arm now looping around your ankle as he kisses your calf. You can’t help but smile at the several little pecks he leaves, almost tickling you. Your hand finds way into his hair without much thought and another hum rumbles out of his throat.
“You’re more into dirty talk than I expected,” you say suddenly. The sound of Jing Yuan’s laughter makes you chuckle in turn, cheeks warm and pleased.
“You’re everything that I expected,” he says in turn. You can’t help but raise an eyebrow at that.
“Everything, huh? Really?”
“Really.” His grin is smug, infectious as his eyes shine up at you. You huff out another laugh, hand moving through his bangs almost lovingly.
“Thought about it a lot, did you?”
“Oh, yes,” Jing Yuan goes back to kissing your leg. “I have quite a lot of idle time where the mind is prone to wander. You understand.”
Of course you do. More times than you can count, your mind has wandered to Jing Yuan, and it wasn’t always dirty. Most times, it was just plain pathetic yearning. You have a feeling Jing Yuan isn’t much different.
#obviously a more self-insert than usual#fiction is easy to slide into for an easier narrative on things that aren’t always so easy. no one really talks about how uncomfortable#the aftermath can be#and sometimes the inbetween too#it is for me anyway! I hate feeling like that#so we vent via story#tw body image#tw body dysphoria#jing yuan#jing yuan x reader#hsr x reader#jing yuan reader insert
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Real Romantic Poetry😻😻😻
#down horrendous#down bad#thirsty#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams#ellie williams smut#via osmosis is crazy
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tumblr kinda fucked up but meh
DON'T LIKE REBLOG ♡
#ehueheueueh#mmx#mm#megamanx#megaman#mega man#mega man x#mega man x reader#zero#x#axl#via#via x reader#axl x reader#x x reader#zero x reader#edit
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pornstar! hobie brown x pornstar! reader (part 2) | (nsfw)
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who since you last collabarted with helped your page grow practically overnight. you started to gain more followers, and collaborations, even from creators that turned you down before. it was all so exciting, it was everything you could have ever wanted. well almost...
☆ pornstar! hobie brown that even though it the reason you're now so popular, you still felt something missing. you tried not to thing about that empty feeling you had after each shoot, cause maybe next time would be better. but it was never none of your collaborators made your head spin the way hobie did. you were lucky if you actually orgasmed, most of the time you faked most of them.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who practically lived in your mind 24/7. you wanted to hit him up again. you really did....but you didn't want to seem desperate or like you were just using him.
☆ luckily, you didn't need to sit on the though for too long, since, just like last time, pornstar! hobie brown hit you up. that same rush of excitement you felt the last time came rushing back. you didn't even wait a second to respond. crazy how a simply text from him got you more worked up that anyone has in the past couple months.
☆ and before you knew it, pornstar! hobie brown was sending you the details of your next meet up. he made sure to book the same hotel as last time, and even the same room. even though the room provided an air of familiarity, the conversation wasn't. you two didn't really talk much after y'alls first get together. but the sexual tension was definitely there.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who was kind of taken aback with how shy you still were. but he could tell by the way you leaned into him and looked in his eyes when he spoke, that you weren't scared. just shy. he couldn't help but smile when you nervously tried to go over what was to happen. honestlyhe could care less about the run over, thruth be told he was just as eager as you to start fucking each other numb.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown told you just like last time to guide him where you wanted him. and to his surprise you hopped off his lap. he was almost worried he did something wrong, but once you fell to your knees he knew where this was going.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who grew the biggest shit eating grin on his face when he saw how willing you were to take the reigns on this time. last time you couldn't even look him in the eye, but now you were lacking long stripes along his shaft. when your tongue felt strained you took to lightly sucking on his tip for a bit. once you were brave enough, you took his shaft till it touch the back of your throat. it was a tough fit, but listening to hobie's groans and moans made the sensation of drool dripped down to you chin an afterthought. "god darlin', i know you missed me but fuckin' hell. don't make me come yet you know i gotta work on you first. come 'ere. "
☆ pornstar! hobie brown was kinda surprised at how he still had to ease his length into you. last time since he didn't know if your cunt could take the stretch, but now he has to be extra careful with you this time. you were bucking your hips into him you, and whining for him to hurry, and he didn't even have the tip in yet. he had to use his body weight to hold you in place cause even when he was obviously trying to go slow, you didn't want slow.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who realized that you were desperate as hell. i mean look at you. your just mindlessly forcing your hips back to meet his. you don't care if you broke the rhythm. you couldn't stand that empty feeling whenever he pulled out even a little. "shit luv you're gonna hurt yourself. slow down fo' me won't you? i know you missed me, you don't gotta tell me that. but i don't want you to hurt yourself, ok?"
☆ pornstar! hobie brown doesn't know how long it's been since you've been this worked up. even when you collaborated with other creators, none of them felt the same. hobie was the only one that knew how to dig into your guts just the way you liked it. you knew he didn't want you to hurt yourself but god can'the just forget all that. "luv come on listen to me. calm down just a bit. sh shhh I know. it's ok baby, she's still a perfect fit don't worry. just make her relax fo' me."
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who ate you out from the back till you legs gave out. he insisted on cleaning you up. worse part was he didn't even wait till your orgasm subsided. once he felt you were close, he'd pull out, and before you knew it his tongue was forcing its way into you. even if you shook and cried from overstimulation, he'd just follow you anywhere your hips jerked.
☆ pornstar! hobie brown that made sure to get a good shot of when you finally squirted for him. he had your back flush against his chest. the only things you would hear were the muffled sounds of his voice, and the wet sound of his hand colliding with your cunt over and over again. yep, he was slapping it. his palm was so big it hit all of it each time. "com' on let it out luv. dont hold it in, make a mess. promise I'll clean you up. ooohh that's it good, good, good, just breathe baby."
☆ pornstar! hobie brown who would like last time, opened your legs to the camera. and as if to show he has successfully fucked you dumb, he gave you one last slap. this time he eased his fingers in, which he had no problem doin. slid them out, and grinned at the thick, translucent sheen that stuck to them. he wanted them to see just how much you came. "com' on let 'em see how fucked out she is. shhh baby lemme in. fuckin hell look at this. you're just perfect as always.
#☆° via writes °☆#atsv hobie#hobie x reader#hobie spiderverse#hobie brown x black!reader#hobie brown smut#hobie brown#hobie brown x reader smut#smut
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Holiday Season: One Piece edition
Aka, who's doing what with you.
Part I? Maybe?
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
Sanji
•Cooking, obviously.
•But ALSO, baking. Trying out new cookie recipes that you found!!
•FUDGE. He made home made fudge.
•Teach him how to make peppermint bark??
•He's the chef, you're his little helper. Which means you're taste testing whatever he makes!
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
Ace
•TIME TO FIND A CHRISTMAS TREE!
•Which sounds like a good idea at first. Until Mr. Hot Hands accidentally starts a small fire with dried pine needles.
•You two goy banned from the Christmas Tree Farm, sorry.
•It's fine its okay it's all good.
•You go and get a fake tree. That way, you can just use it again next year! Just. Maybe don't let him touch it? He'll gladly hand you the decorations! and tell you EXACTLY where to place them.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
Robin
•Ice skating!!!!
•She's good at it! Surprisingly good? It's rare to see her so giggly and happy, but she is.
•She holds your hand the whole time.
•If you're also good at ice skating: Little couples ice dance time! By far the stars at the little rink. Have you two thought of the Olympics?
•If you suck at it: She is holding you up and laughing while you scream at her that you're FALLING, ROBIN, THIS ISN'T A LAUGHING MATTER, OH GOD, OH NO.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
Law
•They're helping you wrap presents.
•You've banned them from seeing the gifts you got them, but they can help you with everyone else's.
•They're mainly watching you and handing you tape and ribbons. Oh, and signing the tags.
•You put a bow on their head. They, surprisingly, keep it. (“See? You're my gift this year.” “... shut up.” “Teehee c:”)
•Can and will wrap you in wrapping paper at the end. See? You're THEY'RE present. Now good luck getting out. (“Law… Law wait I'm stuck-” “Oops.” “TRAFALGAR LAW-”)
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
Sir Crocodile
•Holiday party, anyone?
•You're getting all dolled up to be the pretty lil’ thing on his arm.
•He's ready, watching you from the doorway, a smirk on his lips. Oh no.
•You remind him that you canNOT be late. He sighs. ( He'll survive. )
•Making your way down, arm in arm, he murmurs in your ear that he'll just get to unwrap his present later. You almost trip. He laughs.
#black leg sanji#portgas d ace#nico robin#trafalgar law#sir crocodile#black leg sanji x reader#portgas d ace x reader#nico robin x reader#trafalgar d law x reader#sir crocodile x reader#one piece imagines#one piece x gn reader#happy holidays#holiday imagines#im trying to overcome my trauma with christmas via writing cute holiday things okay
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𓆩♡𓆪 nicknames. 𓆩♡𓆪
maknae line.
bang chan.
when you woke up from bed, you noticed a bang chan-shaped depression right beside you. a giggle escaped your mouth as your brain recounted all the fun you had last night trying to beat chan in monoply.
yes, you had only been dating for two months, but this relationship felt real. it felt like something. you were confident in saying that you saw a future with him. you walked into the kitchen where you chan preparing breakfast. he handed you a cup of coffee, just the way you like it, with a sleepy smile.
"so, i've been thinking and," chan started, "would like it if i call you a nickname in your native language?"
you nearly choked on your coffee. "like it? chan, that is the sweetest thing ever."
he grinned at you, "good, cuz i have been doing a lot of research." he swooped down, kissing the top of your head and melting your heart along with it.
lee minho.
"i have a problem."
minho startled you, uttering those four words as soon as he stepped through the door. you were watching tv, curled up on the sofa with a blanket and dori, munching on popcorn and waiting for minho's arrival.
"what's wrong?"
"it's you." minho watched your face morph into confusion and worry and he quickly explained, "not exactly. since we're dating, i need to come up with a cute nickname for you. hyunjin said that jagiya is not cute enough."
at that, you start to laugh. "babe, does he even know why you call me jagiya? as a matter of fact, i'm curious too."
minho begins blushing, the tips of his ears turning red. "oh, um, as a nickname, it reminds me of home. and you're, well, home."
you let out a squeal and begin attacking minho with kisses and for once, he doesn't protest.
seo changbin.
"no. i will not give up."
you let out a weary sigh. "binnie, it's been hours."
changbin is sitting on a bar stool and you are sprawled across the sofa, dangling upside down. for the past two hours, you and changbin had been deciding on what terms of endearment to use on each other.
unlike changbin being extremely undecisive, you had almost immediately decided what you would call him. your bunny boy! this was probably an extremely boring way to spend your six-month anniversary to outsiders, but it was (comically) important to changbin and if it was important to him, it was important to you.
"i'm sorry for boring you, princess," he said sadly. suddenly, his eyes widened. you got up instantly, making eye contact with him, breaking out into a smile.
"that's it!"
hwang hyunjin.
you and hyunjin laid down on the mat you placed on the grass, gazing at the stars. or at least, you were gazing at the stars. hyunjin's eyes only looked at you.
"what's your favorite term of endearment?" he asked, breaking the comfortable silence you were in.
"hm," you contemplated it for a minute, "probably love. there is something just so romantic about calling someone you love, love. it's almost as if you're making it known to the world that they personify your version of love."
hyunjin nodded in agreement, "or that the exemplify the love that they have to give."
you turned to look at him. his face was drawn in concentration, clearly very focused on the topic at hand. "but," he began, "it's ambiguous, isn't it? you can call anyone love, regardless of the type of love."
you hummed at his words, turning them over in your head. "well then, what would you prefer?" you questioned him, curious to hear the thoughts in his head.
"something my-adjacent," he replied, "my love. my muse. my world."
he cupped your cheeks in his hand looking at you with stars in his eyes.
"my everything."
#stray kids#skz#lee know#chan#changbin#hyunjin#stray kids imagines#stray kids scenarios#stray kids x reader#stray kids fluff#lee know fluff#bang chan fluff#changbin fluff#hyunjin fluff#- via's fics <3
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ࿐ ˚ . DON'T YOU TRUST ME? ♡
— sampo x f!reader. updates sporadically! read on ao3 here!
୨ৎ syn. your friend, your pal, your fuck buddy—sampo koski—seems to be getting closer and closer with every heated exchange. you wonder, briefly, if there’s something more lurking under the surface of it all. you have a strict rule set in place, though: don’t catch feelings.
୨ৎ current wc. 6.8k.
୨ৎ cw. friends w/ benefits (yeah it's cliche so what), fem reader, lots of sex. alot., pining, pining, did i mention pining, sampo is a little bit of a sleazebag but we love him for who he is, modern au!belobog, alcohol mentions, sampo likes to call you pretty girl (but other pet names are mentioned too), sampo is also generally implied to be bigger than reader, each chapter comes with their own individual warnings - please make sure you read those, too!
୨ৎ love, oak! ༉‧₊˚. this series is dedicated to my wife (swe), and to all my fellow sampo likers out there. very nervous posting this since its my first series ive ever posted on here ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i hope it doesn't disappoint!
୨ৎ friendly reminder: minors and ageless blogs DNI !!! nsfw content ahead !!!
ㅤㅤ[ I. ] HEAVEN & BACK.
੭* ‧₊° you remember the beginning of your relationship with sampo koski, and think about where you're currently at now. sampo surprises you when he asks if you'd like to stay the night... and to your own surprise, you agree. (6.8k)
ㅤㅤ[ II. ] UNDER PRESSURE.
tba.
ㅤㅤ[ III. ] EMPTY.
tba.
ㅤㅤ[ IV. ] CALL ME BACK.
tba.
ㅤㅤ[ V. ] OBSESSIVE.
tba.
ㅤㅤ[ VI. ] LOVE IS (NOT) EASY.
tba.
please don't repost on other platforms. rbs and comments are super appreciated ♡ !!
#sampo koski x reader#sampo x reader#honkai star rail x reader#honkai x reader#hsr x reader#sampo smut#sampo koski smut#hsr smut#honkai star rail smut#☆ oakie writes#☆ series: don't you trust me?#dividers via @cafekitsune !!
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