playful slutty boys who send videos of them jerking off or fingering their tight hole on days you are busy in office. a lazy grin on their face with their legs spread wide apart for you to stare wide eyed through the screen while their hands rub up and down their sensitive chest, moaning out loud. they say the nastiest shit, “my hole is feeling so empty without you” or “my poor cock needs to be roughly slapped mommy”, while shamelessly wiggling their ass towards the camera. and when you get home all dizzy and extremely fucking horny, he sits on the couch all pretty in your hoodie with a tub of ice cream. eyes blinking innocently up at you, feigning the question, “what did i do?” before you drag their ass into bed to rail them hard.
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Nini I want to fuck a demon boy so bad I can't.
I'm so sleep deprived and this is the only thing on my mind.
The idea of this powerful demon who's not used to being challenged, just ending up ass up face down on the floor, bed WHEREVER. It's not important. Ending up like that is just peak.
Also I like to think they'd have sensitive tails.
So. Like. I totally.
Wanna make them fuck themselves with their own tail. I think that'd be great. I think it would be awesome.
I want them to get so flustered at the idea of doing it, but do it anyway just coz I told them to.
I can almost imagine them finding their own prostate with their tail, and really they can't decide which sensation to focus on. Feeling themselves clench around their own tail, or the way the slightly pointed end slams into their prostate.
And bonus points if they cum and you overstim them by grabbing their tail and fucking them so much harder than they could themselves.
Hooray, now they've got
your hand around their already much too sensitive tail
said sensitive tail is being slammed into their ass
it's gotta feel so good, they'd probably be so tight around themselves
your hand is gonna slip a few times, which is gonna end up in stroking their tail, which has got to feel like heaven for them
not to forget that you're thrusting their tails directly onto their prostate without letting them breathe
I just. I don't know. I think they'd look so pretty, flushed and begging to stop, even though it's them that keeps weakly trying to thrust their tail back into themselves.
Also, they'd look so pathetic, sobbing from the overstimulation. I'm a sucker for tears trailing down their faces, eyes red and a little puffy.
It'd almost make you wanna be nice to them. Almost.
But yknow, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. And sometimes what a girl's gotta do is fuck a demon stupid with their own tail.
(I don't have the same way with words as some people, but like do you see the vision)
~a sleep deprived,🧁anon
You are so smart holy shit. You don’t give yourself enough credit. Fucking a demon with their own tail? Why didn’t I think of something as great as this??! Lemme write down my thoughts for a sec- (btw I thought you are like, very religious?)
Dom!reader x sub!character
You had a long day behind you, and there was nothing sweeter than the thought of finally getting some sleep. All you wanted was to have a good rest, but to your demise you woke up in the middle of the night with something heavy on top of you. “Ops, I didn’t mean to wake you up. Oh well this will do too.” What the hell? It was a fucking person?? First thing you did was push him off of you and turning on the lights, then you thought this was some kind of weird joke. He had two horns growing out of his forehead, as well as a super long tail with a heart shaped tip. Not to mention the pink, glowing tattoo on his pelvis. When he opened his mouth again, you thought you didn’t hear right. “I’m an incubus, pleasant to meet you~ now let me feast on you, pretty please?”
An incubus, so, in other words a demon. What in the- never mind. He said he wanted to feast on you? Heck no, he woke you up in the middle of the night and is expecting you to have the energy to fuck him? As soon as he got up to try make a move on you, you flipped him over and tangled your hand in his hair, then pressed his face into your pillow. “If you are that desperate do it yourself.” Of course that little slut was into that.
He reached for his dick, but you slapped his hand away and instead grabbed his tail. “MhMngh- aaAAHhnn~!” A surprised yet blissful moan escaped him, face all red as lust fills their already sinful body. Anticipation swelling inside them at the thought of what you might do with them. That’s when they felt their own tail poking against their butt… wait wha? In the mean time you stroked it gently while whispering, “I want to watch you fuck yourself, who knows, I might reward you afterwards.” Suddenly all their previous confidence vanished as embarrassment took over. With their own tail..?? How did you even get that idea! Not even something as perverted as them had such outrageous ideas..!
In the end they could only obey without protesting, trusting their already super sensitive tail into their tight, wet hole. Each time they accidentally hit their prostate, they’d yelp and whimpers. Pretty tears are already rolling down their even prettier faces. Eyes half lidded as they whine, “mhm! Ah-ahhHh.. nghHnn~!!” All while their poor, useless dick is twitching around on its own, making a mess everywhere <3
Imagine being a silvermane guard and often letting Sampo of the hook if he takes it like a good boy😍
🌷anon
Sampo is so unnecessarily gorgeous MINORS DNI!! top male reader,,crying,,handcuffs
He was going to get you fired at this point,, the higher ups have started to notice how you never seemed to manage to catch him!! Getting scolded everytime you come back from a failed mission >□<
But you couldn't resist Sampo,,His smooth words and charming personality always managed to convince you to let him go!! The light peck on the cheek he'd give you each time was enough to make you forget all about your job!!
Finally managing to get him into a pair of tight handcuffs!! Laying on your bed with the handcuffs connected to the bedframe,, his shit eating grin looking back at you!!
"Oh? Finally caught me, what will you do with me now officer?" He teases,,lifting his hips up towards your crotch!! Not expecting you to grab so firmly onto his hips!! >¤<
Trying to squirm away from you when you start to undress him!! The chains of his handcuffs clinking as he weakly tries to push himself away from you only to stop when he feels your fist grabbing at his hair!!
"Getting feisty aren't you..?" He gasped out as he feels you bottom out inside of him!! Gripping at his purple hair so roughly!! His thighs quivering,,feeling your cock go soo deep!!
It's been hours and you haven't stopped!! Tears running down his cheeks with cum staining his toned stomach,, the squelching as you piston inside of Sampo was so lewd!!! He has to make up for all the times he nearly gor you fired :(
notes: both characters are the subs. traditional momma nobu style
heavily inspired by @icaruien’s sub suguru fic!!! go check it out!!!!
never would have sampo expected himself to see the captain of the silvermane guards like this. the very same captain who diligently catches criminals left and right. the very same captain who keeps him on his toes. the very same captain who has fans and admirers of any age and gender.
the very same captain laid all bare on the bed as he cries and trashes about, moaning about how it was too much for him. he could see your hand working on his cock, angry red and weeping cum and pre from his slit and skillfully making the captain orgasm again on your hand. yet your hand doesn’t stop it’s ministration. if anything it only continues on with it’s former job, picking up the pace, making loud lewd squelching sounds alongside gepard’s whines to get louder in the dimly lit hotel room.
sampo recognized you. how could he not? you were one of the co-founders of the wildfire. a strong fighter, fearless leader and a great shoulder to lean on. the conman had a sort of a crush on you. you got his ass out of trouble many times without asking for anything back.
yet never would have sampo thought that he would see someone so professional and cold faced like yourself, here in the hotel room, making the captain of the silvermane guards whine and sob deliriously. he could feel his pants getting tighter by the sight, gulping down some of his saliva as gepard cries loudly only to be silenced by your lips.
was it wrong to watch? was it wrong to get hard from seeing the captain get absolutely debouched? was it wrong to.. wish that it was him there, being taken care of you instead of gepard?
“sampo” your voice suddenly calls out, catching the two men off guard. one was preparing apologies on being caught watching you get intimate with someone else while the other was burning up in shame but also arousal.
“come in here. i need your thought on something” you commanded, leaving no room for the conman to refuse as your hand stops fucking gepard’s weeping dick. swallowing, the blue haired man steps inside the hotel room as you ordered, locking the door behind himself.
seeing the captain being so red in the face, spread out all bare on the bed with tear stains on his cheeks and drool slipping from his lips made sampo all the more jealous. yet he doesn’t get it. why was sampo feeling jealous over gepard? you had no connection with him nor gepard. not that he knew off…
“our lovely captain here thinks that he can’t cum again but i say he can. what do you think? should i keep going and prove him wrong?” your voice calls out, snapping the thief from his daydreams of being the one instead of gepard.
briefly, the conman steals a glance towards gepard’s face and the two met eyes. he could see how deep down the captain had fallen into this hazy whirlwind of pleasure. there were tears gathering in his eyes, baby blue eyes looking all glazed over. fuck, sampo was hard.
“y-yes. i think he can. gepard has always been an overachiever, he can get another” the words are let out in an almost squeak of a voice, the one who said it trying to keep himself together while the one on the bed lets out a loud whine of betrayal.
smirking at sampo, you gently shush gepard’s whines. wiping away his tears with a gentleness the two never saw or heard of you before as you place a kiss to the captain’s forehead.
“sampo come here” the thief only nods. obeying your commands without a second thought. you give him another few sets of orders. getting on the bed, opening his mouth and to suck gepard off. sampo doesn’t know why but he follows along your orders.
“eeengk—! s-sampo! can’t… can’tcan’tcan’t—♡︎!” he could briefly hear gepard’s pleas as his thighs shut around his head, legs spasming and shaking violently from the former how many orgasms you’ve wrung out of the poor man.
you shush gepard’s cries with another kiss to his temple, before slipping a cum covered finger into his puckering hole. at that, gepard only trashes about even more, feeling the burning feeling in his stomach coil and tighten more.
“sampo, suck on his tip and press your tongue to the underside of his tip, okay?” you gently coo despite the two men whimpering and sobbing in the hotel room. oddly calm and collected even as gepard pleads for your mercy.
the thief does just as he’s told. sucking on gepard’s girthy tip, pressing his tongue to the vein on the underside. not too long after, gepard was squirting into his mouth with a loud keen.
aeons, if sampo was good enough would you do the same to him as well? if sampo got on your nerves enough, would you finger him? fucking his already weeping cock into your fist and make him squirt?
“you did good. both of you did good” you hum, pushing sampo’s head away and placing a kiss to gepard’s cheek gently. once the poor captain was taken care of and wiped clean with a warm towel, you turn to him with a certain glint in your eyes.
“i haven’t forgotten about you yet, pretty boy. pants down, on my lap” fuck, he could barely keep himself together before he’s stripping himself naked, climbing onto your lap with an eagerness of a puppy.
Imagine Sampo tied up as punishment while you fuck him with a dildo, pretty tears rolling down his eyes as he mumbles he can't cum anymore. Sampo who makes you promise this is the last round but you keep going on, he can handle it, can't he? cause he's your good boy. <3
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I feel like Sampo would tease you with the sluttiest dresses he owns when he's on a mission, he'd rub his clothed back against your front, even putting his panties to the side to show you his hole clenching and unclenching on air. His pink puffy hole was revealed to you as he slightly bends over, when you finally saw a slight glance of it he immediately pulls his panties back.
He would love teasing you, even seduce in parties or events. He sometimes wouldn't even wear panties to go the events with you, trying to Rile you up. He loves seeing your bulge as he couldn't help shake his hips slightly, his clothed ass "accidentally" rubbing against your bulge.
That night, all that was heard throughout your room was his screams, moans and whines as your cock was hitting the deepest parts of him— You eventually filled him up with copious amounts of cum, his stomach bloated as he was whimpering, his eyes clouded from the aftermath of such pleasure.
he was eagerly knocking on your dorm door, checking for the condoms in his back pocket. despite his suave and charming nature, you were one of the few people that he could not manage to bed. he tried everything, but somehow the charming male was never able to achieve his goal of being able to fuck the nerd kid.
and when he couldn't get it, he just wanted it more. so when finals season rolled around, he did what he did everyday. he wrapped his arm around your clothed shoulder and flirted with you, telling of how he saw how stressed you were and how he could help.
so when you finally relented and agreed, even he broke his charming character. sampo stuttered over his words before trying to play it off, getting giddy at the thought of his hard work paying off.
and it did pay off, just not in the way that he thought. he thought that he'd be able to fuck that ass of yours.
"h-hah, isn't what i e-expected when i," sampo shivered as he felt you grip his hips to tug him closer to your pelvis, "came over, y'kno-ow? he felt like he couldn't breathe, too engrossed in the very foreign feeling of having a dick inside of him. he was currently bent over your desk, while you tugged on his hair.
he could feel everything-- all of you. he never expected the quiet, shy kid to corner him and kiss him roughly. he didn't expect you to growl into his ear while ripping off his clothes. he didn't expect you to kiss down his neck and collarbones, or play with his body the way that you did. and most importantly, he wasn't expecting the condoms he brought for himself to be way too tight on you when you grabbed his hips and found them for yourself, praising him for thinking ahead.
which is why you were inside of him raw, only lube helping him while you helped yourself to his dignity. he could tell how pent up you were, and no matter how many times he told you that he normally tops, you wouldn't relent. the feeling was foreign, uncomfortable at times but he could feel his grasps slipping. because every thrust, every gutteral groan, every hip grab made him feel a tiny tinge of pleasure. one that he hadn't felt before.
Yet it was not unwelcome, anything but that infact. Is this what all those that fell for his trap felt when he had his way with them? Sampo himself didn't have time to think too hard when your cock nudged a certain spot that made him see stars. He could only feel the hands that dragged his body closer and forced him onto the desk, or how your hands that were wrapped around his waist were edging closer and closer to his cock, putting him on edge. He could feel the ragged breath on his back, or your chest against his back while you drove into him. He could feel his precum leak onto the desk, or how you pulsed with that delicious cock of yours--
A yelp was ripped from his throat when he felt a harsh tug on the back of his head. "you like this?" your whisper into his ear was like a fire in a forest, spreading haziness throughout his body. It turned him on to no end hearing you whisper it slowly. But your tone gave away the answer. Neither he nor you needed to say it verbally-- he fucking loved it. But you wanted him to say it, admit that the school playboys been reduced to nothing more then a size king.
He tried to start talking, but his words were lulled to nothing more then incomprehensible curses and whines as he rolled his hips, feeling his eyes roll back slightly in a state of euphoria. Sampo only truly was snapped back to reality when you lightly slapped his cheek. "focus, slut. I wanna hear you say it before i continue whoring you out." it was like he reached nirvana before it was ripped away from him. He let out a small grunt of disapproval when you pulled your cock out, letting it rest in between his ass cheeks.
"i uh, really like your cock.." it was quiet, almost ashamed. Another slap met his face, a silent sign to change what he said. "please man, just stick it back in! I won't tell anyone 'bout how you like men! Jus' wanna feel good!" his frustration was building on him, and when you tugged on his hair so hard tears built in his eyes, he knew he fucked up.
He could feel you pull away from him, before Sampo felt you grab your cock and rub the head against hi swollen hole before pushing in all the way in one go, effectively ripping all the air in his lungs in the form of one long, drawn out moan. He sounded like a whore, and you made sure he knew. "y'know Sampo, you're not really in a position to threaten me like this," you twirled his hair in your fingers, leaning down to graze his neck with your teeth, "not when you're here taking a big dick on the first go, moaning like a slut." the blue haired male opened his mouth in retaliation, only for him to let out a whine as you suddenly pumped into him. "see? Just admit it, you like dick. Nothing wrong with that! You take it like a champ!" he could feel the tears build up in his eyes-- from both the truth and the pleasure.
He opened his mouth again, but all he could come up with was incoherent curses and moans of your name. His body was on edge. You had no rythem, but every thrust sent him to a different realm, and knocked all the breath out of him. You smiled at his reaction, wiping his tears with your thumb. "how would your friends react, seeing you get whored out by me?" your hand drifted to his cock, an uncharacteristic squeal leaving his lips at the feeling of you stroking his head.
He felt light headed, bleary eyed and so, so full. Sampo couldn't even think. "what would Gepard think? Such a nice man he is,, maybe i should have asked him to come over instead of you." Sampo looked back at you and shook his head no, too cockdrunk to think of the words and too afraid his mouth would spill the pleasure that he was feeling. He heaved and panted, body sweaty while you used him as your toy.
"admit it," one part and erratic thrust "you fucking," another erratic and powerful clap of your hips, one that hit that sweet spot, "are nothing," you grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him against the wall, smushing his hips while you pushed him down, "more then a nasty," your thrusts were making his hips hurt, but he didn't care. He loved it. His eyes were rolling to the back of his head and he couldn't do anything but slur out words. "dirty, fucking whore." he could feel the knot in his stomach get tighter from your words. He had never experienced something like this. You slapped his cheeks roughly.
"see? The dirty fucking slut likes being roughed up! Why else would you be getting tighter?" you laughed in his face, the feeling of the embarassing arousal building on him. "gonna cum from being degraded, nasty slut." you spat your words onto him, relishing how his face morphed. "in fact, maybe i should take a picture of you, to commemorate your first dick," a feverish nod made from a cockdrunk haze made you grin.
Your hand left his dripping cock and to grab your phone. After you aimed the camera, and took a few backshots of him, you noticed how his toned back arched around your body. You even snapped a few videos of him too, moaning and weeping around your cock. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last, every thrust felt like a slow pull towards his orgasm.
But finally you took a selfie of the two of you. "smile slut!" the arousal finally built up with the feeling of guilty pleasure and he came all over your desk, not before sticking his tongue out. He looked like he was completely cockdrunk, sweaty and redfaced but clearly in nirvana, tears running down his face and a dopey smile on his shiny, saliva coated lips.
Sampo panted as he relaxed, before he turned around to see you inspect the photos. He was about to ask for a glass of water when you suddenly chucked the phone to the side and grabbed his hips again, resuming the same harsh thrusts that sent him over the edge. "w-wait!" he couldn't get too many words out about how he was sensitive before you stuck your fingers in his mouth, making him drool on your fingers. "you're gonna stay here with me, right here on this desk, until either you pass out or i'm satisfied, got it?"
And he couldn't help but nod.
So when Gepard eventually asked about the encounter and if you were good, all sampo could think about were the photos that were sent to him, and the pleasure he felt. His answer was more vague then his usual answer, one that Gepard got curious about.
"yeah man, he was fucking amazing." it got Gepard wondering-- maybe he should try his luck with you too?
✒︎ Notes; Sub Sampo, dom reader, AMAB reader, anal fingering and penetration, oral, edging (?), cumflation … Let me know if I missed anything!
✒︎ Vincent’s Ramblings; If you recognize this work it’s a repost from my previous blog, Brenbofen. Currently working on revising and reposting as many of the works as I could archive here.
“I can give you a third of my earnings. How about that, Huh?” Sampo shrugged, watching you cautiously. You had just found out he was Mr Cold Feet, the person behind the stealing and selling of historical artifacts from the museum.
“In exchange,” He grabbed your hands, the same smug smile he always had forming on his face. “You don’t tell the Silvermane Guards about me.” He looked so desperate, beginning to tell you an excuse you could use, going on about how you were Belobog’s hero, how one slip-up wouldn’t ruin your reputation.
Sampo freed your hands and smiled at you, waiting for your response. You could take the money, or you could suggest another way he could keep you quiet. You leaned forward, slipping your hands over the exposed skin on Sampo’s hips. “Maybe we could discuss a different payment,” Sampo’s eyes went wide, but his smile grew large, resting his hands on your lower arms. “Of course, only for my most valued customer!”
Sampo pulled you back onto the bed behind him, moving your hands up his chest. “Do whatever you need, as long as you don’t tell anyone.” You slowly removed Sampo’s shirt and jacket, running your hand up his bare stomach. Sampo watched you carefully, his gaze following your hand.
You leaned down, watching Sampo as you kissed and nipped at his torso. He groaned when you bit down on his nipple, your hand squeezing the other. You removed your mouth from his chest, moving to place kisses along his collarbone.
Sampo groaned as you sucked and bit his neck and shoulders, still playing with his nipples. Sampo whined, gripping your hips tightly. You made a particularly harsh tug on his nipple, causing Sampo to cry out. “Wha- What was that for—“ You cut him off by kissing him, biting his lip as you pulled away.
“You did say I could do anything… Unless you want me to tell everyone Sampo Koski is Mr. Cold—“
Sampo gripped the back of your head and kissed you, effectively shutting you up. “Don’t, please?” Sampo gave you a soft grin, practically begging you to keep your mouth shut.
You laughed, kissing his jaw and neck, feeling Sampo’s hands rest on your neck. You finally had enough, sitting up and admiring your work. Sampo’s carefully styled hair was now a mess, hickeys covering his neck and collarbone. With your guidance, Sampo sat up, helping you remove his pants. You massaged his growing erection through his boxers, grinning when a whimper escaped Sampo’s lips.
You couldn’t stop yourself from teasing Sampo, watching as you slowly broke him down. He gripped your hand, glaring up at you. “I’m a busy man, could we hurry this up?” Of course, you understood, but you were the one in control.
Who said Sampo could boss you around?
You removed Sampo’s boxers slowly, watching as Sampo grew more antsy by the second. “[Name], please can—“ You held your hand up, grinning at the purple-haired man.
“The more you complain, the slower I’m going to move, understand?” You squeezed Sampo’s thigh, hearing him whine at the feeling of you touching the sensitive skin. He just gave a meek nod, allowing you to carry on.
You finally got Sampo’s boxers off, resting your hand on the base of his dick. You bent down and placed the tip near your mouth, looking to Sampo for approval. He nodded quickly, moving so you had easier access. You pressed the tip of his dick into your mouth, massaging the base with your thumb.
Sampo groaned at the feeling, hand traveling to your hair. You slowly took more of him into your mouth, eventually reaching the base. You gagged slightly, Sampo’s dick hitting the back of your throat. Your gagging sent a vibration down Sampo’s dick, causing him to moan and grip your hair.
You swirled your tongue around his dick, bobbing your head up and down. Sampo groaned, sitting up and bending over you. “Fffuckk- You feel so good—“ He tangled his hand into your hair, panting. You had pulled your pants down, jerking yourself off as you continued to suck Sampo off. Before Sampo reached his peak you took your mouth from his dick. He looked at you confused and slightly annoyed, sweat falling down his face. You moved Sampo to lie down, propping his legs on your hips.
“This okay?” You asked, pushing his legs apart. Sampo nodded, at this point willing to do anything to cum. You pushed your fingers into his hole, Sampo letting out a gasp at the feeling. You made a slow scissoring motion, occasionally glancing at Sampo to make sure he was comfortable. When you thought Sampo was prepped enough you removed your fingers and lined Sampo up with your dick. Sampo moved his hips to give you more room, panting heavily. You pushed your dick into him, groaning at the feeling of him around you.
Slowly you began to thrust in and out of him, Sampo gripping the blankets under him. Sampo could feel you pressing into him, wrapping his legs around you tighter. Sampo had used sex as a form of payment in the past but he was always on the giving end. Having your dick in him was an entirely new experience for him, he could feel you in him, and every thrust consumed him with more and more pleasure. He never thought he would enjoy this so much.
You gripped Sampo’s hips, feeling yourself growing closer to your orgasm. He was so tight around you and once you discovered his prostate you couldn’t hold yourself back. You roughly thrust into him. The hotel room was filled with the sound of skin hitting skin and Sampo’s moans.
Sampo came before you, his cum splattering across his chest. You picked up the pace slightly, finally releasing in him. Sampo groaned at the feeling of your cum filling him, the feeling of the warm liquid being stuffed into him clouding his thoughts.
Sampo stared at his bloated stomach, feeling so full. He looked so pretty beneath you, fucked dumb and a complete mess. You had completely forgotten about your mission, being brought back to reality by a ping from your phone. You reached over to grab your phone off the nightstand beside the bed, seeing a string of notifications from Pela. You silenced your phone, deciding you would deal with that later, turning back to Sampo. “You didn’t tell her, did you?” He croaked out, feeling tired and sore. You shook your head, massaging Sampo’s hips and thighs.
Sampo sighed, sitting up and cupping your face. “Think we could do this again sometime?” He asked meekly, flushing at your laughter. You rocked your hips, completely forgetting you were still in Sampo. “Of course.” Sampo grinned at that, kissing you while leaning against you. You two had to do this again soon.
