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Amused myself with these cutesy little Polnareff doodles I did last night :3 I love u Polnareff

Yayyy

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Christmas if Gojo, Shoko and Geto had been able to raise Megumi, Tsumiki, Nanako and Mimiko together (Featuring Nanami)

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rb this and tell me what ur accent is. this has no purpose except the fact i just realized i could have like... mutuals with cockney accents or newfoundland accents or something and thats just wild

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SYNOPSIS: Sparkle's deception has left you feeling frustrated.

CW: Ambiguous relationship, kissing, a sprinkle of smut, version 2.0. story | ca. 800 words

“I would have never imagined something like that would bother you this much.”

Raising a brow at him, you move to take off your shirt, swatting at his hands as he tries to help you. Sampo pouts, brows furrowed as he looks up at you. “You seem quite upset.”

Irritated, you sigh. Throwing it over your shoulder, your shirt ends up on the floor. “I am,” you tell him, “but for once, it’s not your fault.” With a frustrated exhale, you look down at him. You’re comfortably seated right on top of his hips and you feel the way he shifts beneath you as he leans back into the pillows on the bed.

It had been frustrating to have someone travel alongside you, bearing the familiar face of the mischievous man you know – and feel a certain fondness for –, speaking in that overly sweet, terribly amicable tone, and yet, it had felt terribly wrong. His words were too direct, his gaze was unsettling, and his demeanor was uncomfortable.

It had been someone else disguising as the blue-haired trickster and the feeling this incident left inside you upon realization is one you’re currently trying to chase away. If you start to dissect it and pull it apart to try to understand it, you fear that you’ll end up in a tangled mess of emotions.

You have no need for something like that. This relationship is purely transactional after all. That’s what you tell yourself because it’s what you have been telling yourself for months now.

“It’s the real Sampo now,” he reassures you and he can’t help the mirth that seeps into his voice when he sees you come back from whatever you were thinking about, your attention his alone now. Neither can he stop the way his lips quirked up into that cheeky smile that usually sets you off. “I promise.”

“Your promises usually come with a devastating small print,” you huff, your fingers working quickly to slide down his naked chest and unbutton his pants. Sampo’s hands settle on yours, stopping you from tugging his pants down. With furrowed brows, you look up at him. “What?”

Taking one of your hands, he slides it up to his chest and presses his on top of yours. Your hand, pressed between his palm and his chest, feels warm now. It’s only when you stay like this for a moment, irritated due to this interruption, that you feel the gentle thumping against your hand. 

It’s a little quicker than usual but it’s a familiar rhythm. Glancing up at him, you purse your lips. Sampo gives a silly quirk of his brows and when you gently squeeze the flesh beneath your hand, he chuckles. The reluctant smile you give him fills him with elation and he pulls your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to each fingertip. 

“There we go. You believe me now, right?” he teases but you can hear the hint of affection. With a soft sigh, you allow for him to roll you over onto your back and you wrap your legs around his middle.

“If you don’t trust me, I’ll even let you pinch my cheeks. Just don’t get too rough with this handsome face of mine,” the man on top of you chimes happily, his hands finding their place on your hips as he tugs you closer. His hips press into yours and he delights in the soft noise this causes to fall from your lips.

“C’mon now. Don’t be so agitated,” he coos, freeing you from your shorts and your underwear in one swift go, his hands so quick about undressing you that you feel a touch of embarrassment at the fact that he’s gotten to gain plenty of experience with taking off your garments recently.  

Despite how frustrated and hurried you had been up until just a few moments ago, Sampo finds you eager and wet for him when his fingers dip between your folds, and he brings them up to his lips to taste you.

His tongue darts out to lick your wetness off his skin, his gaze locked on you. There’s something there, his eyes a touch more intense than usual but you chalk it up to his own frustrations regarding his companion, that he only reluctantly affiliates himself with.

It’s only when he finally slides inside you, that you feel your irritation dissipate. Your hands settle on his shoulders as he pushes in and out of you until he finds his way back into that familiar rhythm you both enjoy.

Warm lips caress your throat, traveling from your collarbone all the way up to your lips. Greedily, he presses his lips to yours, breathing you in until you feel like melting into the sheets.

“I won’t let anyone else play around with you again, sweet thing,” he promises, “You’re mine to enjoy, aren’t you?”

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Hey, do you have any rules for requests?

They're on my pinned masterlist!

Rules

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Who’s who….?

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secret joestar technique weed brownie

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their friendship matters so much to me tbh

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happy autism awareness month

hoping this works like i need it to, here’s a blank in case you’d like to make your own

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Goodbye, Iggy, Avdol.

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My favorite French man 🗡️✨

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Uuuhhhh finally a blog of culture. I love the diversity of your drawings and your sketches are so clean😔🙏

Can you draw Polnareff and Sherry together? I want to see this man happy🥺

Thank you so much!! And absolutely, this guy deserves happiness after all the Horrors Araki put him through

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Yeah I know, Yanqing again. But he's just so fun to draw with the swords and all! I wish I could use swords as stairs too.