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#𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑶𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑳𝑼𝑽 ♡ headcanon based 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐒𝐊𝐈 of mihoyo's 𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙆𝘼𝙄: 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍 𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙇 franchise. private && selective && mutuals only ! potentially canon divergent. nsfw heavily present ! those under 18/personal blogs absolutely do not interact. penned by goose. 29. she/they. cst. prompts always open to mutuals ! also at @riftzenith

— 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃. — 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. — 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. — 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓. — 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎. 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 — @lianlong , @daohuai , @caelblazer , @forbelobog

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svelte fingertips slide capricious through chocolate tresses, tender in their caress of unending waves. one hand settles light at the back of kuras's nape, the other sprawled upon a broad and white coated pectoral. upwards, sampo leans, the bare lines of his muscled chest stretching enticingly against his partner's ever unruffled outfit. it's through dark lashes that the rogue beholds him, keen emerald eyes flickering with his desires. pathetic innocence coats the vestiges of sampo's handsome face, a playful grin tugging at pale features. " thanks for the patch-up as always, doctor. " come his breathy words, " though, not to tell you how to do your job but... there is one thing you forgot that would really help me out, y'know? " sampo considers letting his words hang there, letting the poor doctor question his prodding but- well, he's never been a patient creature. instead, he seals their lips together, the gesture filled with intent. forward, he presses, until kuras's back connects with the counter in his clinic room, and sampo uses the leverage to nip lightly at those ever tempting lips. it's a playful kiss, laced with the undercurrent of desire, but sampo is merely content to press his tongue to the seam of the other's lips, before parting his own and encouraging him to set the pace of his gratitude, should he be so inclined. it's clear he wants more, ever hungry for the soft press of the warm body against him, but whether kuras deigns to give to the ever voracious rogue remains to be seen.

⠀⠀⠀in the realm of kuras, the paragon of poise and decorum, an intriguing peculiarity had befallen him—one that rendered him impervious to the subtle art of flirtation, even when it was proffered unabashedly by his beloved. though adeptly tending to sampo's wounds with consummate skill, kuras remained woefully oblivious to the fervent longing that ignited within his lover, an ardent desire for the sweet caress of affectionate kisses exchanged between them.

⠀⠀⠀and so it came to pass that, emboldened by both love and frustration, sampo, driven by a sheer audacity that seemed to bypass the norms, took a bold step forward. drawing their bodies into intimate proximity, their chests aligning in a serendipitous connection, an undeniable current of desire pulsed through their veins. as if summoned by this magnetic attraction, kuras could not help but feel an enchanting warmth enveloping his countenance, his cheeks ablaze with a captivating rosy hue. a mix of bashfulness and longing coursed through him, yet he yielded to the tumultuous symphony that played within his heart, surrendering to sampo's advance and allowing their lips to meet in a fervent, intoxicating union.

⠀⠀⠀in this clandestine rendezvous, where the sacred confines of kuras' hallowed clinic became the stage for their surreptitious desires, the doctor's hand, guided by an impulsive ardor, stealthily ventured to encircle sampo's exposed waist. as their bodies intertwined, swaying in perfect harmony, a rapturous dance of intimate connection, they wove a tapestry of whispered secrets that dared to defy the bounds of conventional propriety. the audaciousness of their actions, an amalgamation of tantalizing delight and brazen imprudence, whispered scandalous tales that traversed the delicate tightrope between professional decorum and their shared yearning.

#quietly saves this........#save tag.#sampo gets his kissy (and then some)#touchstarved tbt

@forbelobog : his gaze is hard to misinterpret - gepard is hungry the moment he crosses the threshold - blue eyes narrowed on sampo's form. door closed, alone at last, captain waits for the conman to turn and face him, before he makes a motion with his hand, pointing to the bed, "now." he adopts his military tone, expecting the order to be received. sampo had discussed his desire to comply whenever gepard asks, in great detail might he add, so gepard will take him at his word. it's been a long day, and he plans to work it out with sampo. multiple times, in fact, if time permits...

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐒 - one of warm juxtaposition in contrast to the task at hand. the day is warm, for belobog, and it puts him in a cheerful mood - couple that with the ticking hour of gepard most certainly being home soon, as well as the assorted gadgets spread out on the table before him, the affable sampo is as sunny as can be. he tinkers away with screwdriver in hand, very delicately attaching some sort of wiring to the inside of one of his bombs (that he definitely should NOT have on the dinner table), and murmurs the off kilter tune - certainly not a local one, and perhaps not from this planet at all.

eyes glance at the clock and he knows he should clean up - put the bombs away because they are definitely illegal and gepard would give him a stern talking to over contraband weaponry should he catch him in the act... so sampo stands, quick to usher his tools and items into a neat and meticulously kept black case when -

the door clicks open, and the conman lets out the smallest of 'eeps.'

his spine goes ramrod straight, as he swears he feels what is an additional chill in the air. sampo shuts the case in a hurry, whirling on his boyfriend to offer him one of his simpering smiles. rats. he's definitely been caught and is going to be in some amount of trouble for this but- then the command rings through him, he drinks in the look in gepard's everfrost gaze, and sampo's mouth is forming a small 'o.'

" well. hello to you too, baby. " comes his ever cheerful chuckle, and he is retreating, backing up slowly towards the large bed on the other side of the small apartment. a hand is raised in supplication, but the violet haired man looks at his lover through long, coquettish lashes, eyes already lidding with desire. as sampo retreats, the silken and rather ridiculous robe he'd been wearing slips off broad shoulders - down, down, down, collecting at the crux of his elbows and baring most of his chest and abdomen to gepard. when knees hit the back of the bed, he pauses, a long leg darting out beneath folds of fabric. he does not lay upon the mattress. yet. but he does offer the other an almost saccharine smile, an innocent cant of his head, and a smoky uttering of:

" rough day? "

#forbelobog #┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆. 一 ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ #┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏. 一 ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ɪ #suggestive #suggestive tw #hhehehe......

a friendly reminder that while sampo is a funny little meme guy, he is still a guy with two very sharp knives and is very good with using them. like the weapon choice.... says a lot about him if you ask me.

#┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 ᴏᴏᴄ #knives sharp and hurtie

grabs hoyo by the throat give me sampo's companion quest already

#┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 ᴏᴏᴄ #if i have to repair one more robot for clara im going to scream

@daohuai

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 across his skin is not an unfamiliar one, belobog's chill chased away in the absence of a body pressed to his own. the conman stirs with little reticence, the sinuous lines of a strong frame stretching beneath blankets and unto the body laid behind him. surprised, he finds himself, in the aftermath of blade's voracity, to find him still here in the early morning hour, when the sunlight leeks through the snow crusted windows and chases him closer to the elder's lean frame.

coquettish lashes flutter upon the broad expanse of his cheekbones, and sampo yawns, stretching even further. he is not unlike a large cat - body drawn close to the heat available to him, and his kiss bitten lips parting with a quiet yet supplicant yawn. pleasant aches lance across his muscles, skin growing taught beneath familiar and unfamiliar bruises and were the conman not so enamored with them, he might have complained. fortunately, or unfortunately, for blade - sampo was a fan.

slowly, he rolls over - emerald hues peering up at the man occupying his bed with an ephemerally lazy blink. even lazier, is the way sampo tangles their legs together, pressing his chest close, and offers him an arch of a well groomed brow. " surprised you stayed. " comes the honesty from a sleep and... other activities addled voice. " should i be expecting... another round this morning, boss? " his smile - oh so pathetic and innocent, is even more absurd in the aftermath of their tryst. he always did like to push his luck - even with blade.

#daohuai #some renpo for your dash goodbye #┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒖𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚! 一 ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ #┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓. 一 ᴠᴇʀsᴇ #suggestive #suggestive tw

EXCITED GOOSE NOISES-

#sampo look i got your husband!#yeets bailu off my team

caelblazer

@ricochetluv

ㅤㅤㅤLITHE FINGERS RUFFLE loose through smoky strands of hair, dampened still from his brief foray with the hotel shower. Dark trousers hang lazily around his waist, towel draped upon shirtless shoulders as he pads around the small room restlessly. No matter how he tries, relaxation simply has not found a home within his body. Perhaps it could have been the unfamiliar surroundings, or even the treatment of the previous hotel, that leaves him so bereft of the sleep his body craves but — no.

Though these are perfectly logical reasons, expected ones even, neither are the cause of his impromptu insomnia. Instead, what plagues him is a certain man. The most interesting, most exasperating person he's had the pleasure to meet so far —

' KNOCK - KNOCK - KNOCK ' Golden eyes snap back to life, flickering toward the door as a muffled call of ❝ room service ❞ forces him from his reverie. Fingers tighten against the rough ends of the towel still laid upon his body, flexing briefly as they would around the hilt of his bat before dropping to his side.

Somehow Caelus is unsurprised by the face that greets him on the other side of the door, expression falling deadpan. Speak of the devil and he shall appear, it would seem, is a very true saying in these parts. ❝ SAMPO — ❞ Quick, subtle, his gaze drops from head to expanse of chest to toe and back up again as he leans against the doorframe. ❝ What do you need this time? ❞

ricochetluv

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐒𝐊𝐈'𝐒 existence with a rat scuttling around in the shadows - but say what they will about his methods and chosen profession, rats were not hunters, and that was exactly what sampo was. ingredients, parts, information... people... everything was a commodity, a curiosity, and he was distinctly talented in sussing out a variety of targets, or sinking his teeth into whatever interested him at the time. the strangers who had dug him from the vestiges of the snow, who he had drugged to save... well - they were definitely interesting, one in particular -

for reasons he definitely knew absolutely nothing about. nope. he was just interesting.

interesting enough to tail in the shadows, to suss out his hotel room number and wait until the cost was clear long enough to approach it. far be it from him to end up in that weird ice girls sights again or incur the wrath of the nerdy one that had already nearly stabbed him - twice. sampo had business with caelus and caelus only, and he was hoping... business was about to be booming. so he'd been quick to fall into his little role - sampo koski was a skilled actor after all, and found himself before the hotel door - knocking with strong hands and a small container resting under one arm.

" room service ! " he chirps, bell-like voice intonating with familiar good humor. when the door opens though, he blinks, sampo's usually mirthful eyes seeming to darken for a moment as they trail the expanse of caelus's face, and then over the strong and very naked chiseled exterior of his chest. the conman blinks once, indigo lashes fluttering over his cheeks, before his smile splits even wider. " why, i'm here to deliver two delicacies, of course ! only the best for sampo koski's new friend. "

for a moment, he considers waiting for caelus to invite him in. that would be the polite thing to do - and he didn't particularly want to pick a fight but... instead, his mischievous grin reblooms, and he steps forward, the lean lines of his frame brushing past the trailblazer into the low lighting of the hotel room. it's a slow gesture too, quite clearly deliberate - the bare exposure of sampo's skin at his hip catching briefly upon caelus's abdomen as he does so. when the mercenary is fully inside, a low whistle departs his lips - drinking in the furnishings with appreciation. " nice digs. " he states, " they gave you the nicest room - naturally, of course ! you deserve it. "

and then, sampo turns, extending his gift with ever present flourish. strawberries - from one of the overworld hot houses, how he got them is distinctly suspect. " gotta say, i'm surprised you're awake at this hour. figured you'd be out by now... anyways, try one of these! think of them as ah, uh - an apology treat. y'know... for knocking you out so hard. "

#caelblazer #┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒖𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚! 一 ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ #┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏. 一 ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ɪ #sampo pathetically looking caelus in the eyes #he's literally the definition of the pleading emoji

@danhang : “ you promised you could keep quiet. ” / from gepard

𝐈𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 ruination could befall the conman, as still as the winter in the snow plains and as quiet as the sea of stars above them. in sampo's defense, he had originally made the effort to be so - going so far as to bite down on the leather clad sinew of his hand and yet only managing to slightly strangle the noise that worked from within him. it was a temptuous thing, this position they found themselves in - but it was not the first time, nor would it be the last, and sampo would be lying if he said that he did not seek the thrill and pleasantries... more than that, he'd be lying if he said he did not seek the perfect way that the captain's body fit against him, or the way hands born on the back of defended reticence could make him feel.

#danhang #┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆. 一 ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ #┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏. 一 ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ɪ #nsfw #ahem. anyway

missymusings

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

18+. sexual themes ahead. this list was primarily made to get conversations around kink going but like it says on the tin, context matters. stay safe, smart, and have fun.

“ use your words. ”

“ don’t think i didn’t notice how much you seemed to enjoy that. ”

“ yeah, or … you could keep going. ”

“ ask me nicely. ”

“ you think i don’t already know what you need ? ”

“ don’t make me say it. it’s embarrassing. ”

“ got yourself into quite the predicament there, haven’t you ? ”

“ all you have to do is ask. ”

“ no … keep it on. ”

“ you promised you could keep quiet. ”

“ you don’t have to be shy. don’t i always make you feel good ? ”

“ trust me. i know how to make you feel good. ”

“ i’m all for your little pain kink, but you need to rest. ”

" will you try them on for me ? “

” so that’s a thing for you, huh ? duly noted. “

” you bet your sweet ass i’m using this to my advantage later. “

” interesting reaction. we’ll be talking about that later. “

” maybe tonight we could do the thing you wanted to try … “

” this what you needed ? “

” say it back to me, who do you belong to ? “

” yeah. yeah, but it’s a good hurt, keep going. “

[ HAND ] for sender to clamp their hand around receiver’s mouth to keep them quiet

[ MUFFLE ] for receiver to clamp their hand around sender’s mouth to keep them quiet

[ UNIFORM ] for sender to see receiver in a uniform for the first time and obviously get distracted

[ LOOK ] for receiver to see sender in uniform for the first time and obviously get distracted

[ CHOKE ] for sender to put receiver in a chokehold during a fight and receiver accidentally moans about it

[ CHOKED ] for receiver to put sender in a chokehold during a fight and sender accidentally moans about it

[ STRIP ] for sender to change their clothes in front of receiver and receiver is noticeably flustered

[ DRESS ] for receiver to change their clothes in front of sender and sender is noticeably flustered

[ DISCOVER ] for receiver to discover that sender has sensitive ” insert. “ [ now’s the time to confess your muse’s weak spots ]

[ PAIN ] for receiver to admit they like it rough and/or painful to stop sender from being too gentle or careful with them

[ PAINED ] for sender to admit they like rough and/or painful to stop receiver from being too gentle or careful with them

[ CHECK ] for receiver to check in with sender whether what they’re doing is okay

[ TEST ] for sender to check in with receiver whether what they’re doing is okay

[ THIRST ] for receiver to want sender really badly because they’re horny or have been teased but sender resists

[ WAIT ] for sender to want receiver really badly because they’re horny or have been teased but receiver resists

#┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅. 一 ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ #i was going to just. do.#headcanons but.#this one called to me #suggestive //

riftzenith

a 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 does not 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 make flashy moves. people take 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 from one flashy move that 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆, but never worry when the 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚 situation 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬.

#𝑹𝑰𝑭𝑻𝒁𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑻𝑯 — 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍, the 𝑫𝑶𝒁𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳 of mihoyo's 𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙆𝘼𝙄: 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍 𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙇. private && selective && mutuals only rp blog. NSFW present - minors && personals please do not interact ! penned by Goose, 29. ©

♡ or ⟲

#reminder that if I am not here I am… here #my two flavors of faves #promo /

on top of the death in my family i started my SSRIs again so i am like - anti depressant drunk and exhausted and brain foggy and writing hard lately. i'm sorry that i am so slow rn i want to write and the muse is here but SSRIs are so brutal i can barely focus for more than two seconds at a time. i promise i will be getting to everything it just may take me awhile. thank you for all your patience guys <3

#┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 ᴏᴏᴄ #death tw #i love writing sampo i am so determined and the muse is strong #but so is my urge to nap

@foxiams : ❛ hush

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 afforded himself the opportunity of being away - no longer caged to the frozen wastes of belobog and the class divides that still remained in the wake of cocolia. he's known and seen plenty, certainly, more than the average person from-that-planet-he-definitely-is-absolutely-from, but there is nothing quite like the xianzhou luofu and all the splendor it brings. more than anything, there is nothing quite like the profits even the most simple of items here will turn back in belobog, or the profits that information on these... zealous immortals could turn just as easily. everything was sellable, and the xianzhou simply further proved his point.

sampo koski was, in all things, extremely good at what he did. people, no matter how old, were puppets to be manipulated, and his foolish and cowardly facade worn like a second skin that had melded to both soul and personality. but he was smart, wickedly so, and always - almost always, was he the fox in the chicken coop.

but, pun fully intended, tingyun was whole-heartedly in the process of outfoxing him.

he'd been in the process of rambling - a standard behavior, for the merchant and mercenary, affable charms in full swing as he peered down into the warm pools of his opponent's large eyes and offered her his most winning smile. what was he even trying to buy? he doesn't remember. he thinks she might be saying something though - ah! no, he's being silenced.

surprisingly, he shuts up, jaw clamping shut in the wake of one small and petite finger and a near pout permeating the handsome lines of his face. " but- " he begins, and yet finds that nagging finger staring at him still, so sampo's frown deepens - before he sighs, slouching forward in defeat. " rude. " comes his irate mumbling, " sampo koski speaks only words of wisdom that should not be silenced. "

#foxiams #1000 years later #everytime i have to type sampo talking about himself in third person i die #┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏. 一 ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ɪ #┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆. 一 ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ