There is a SEVERE LACK in Weather report, Gyro,, Anasui, and Polnareff fics and i am not for it😭😭😭😭as many fans as there are for them there aren’t any toe curlers😔🤞but if any lovely lads wanna redirect me to the right spots then I’m not gonna stop you👀🤫and if any creators see this and wanna make some please tag me🥹
Lol but honestly i only use the #gyrozeppeli x reader and the #gyro smut tags and same with Ana and Pol so if I’m doing it wrong please lemme know🥹
hi! i understand that it can be uncomfortable for u but if u don't mind can i ask the headcanons of p3 guys with dystrophic fem s/o? it would be cool if you also will make an nsfw part
i really enjoy your writing!!!🥺
Thank you so much!! It's not uncomfortable at all, don't worry! I tried to make this post very vague, as the experiences of people with dystrophy can be different, but as always, you can message me if you want me to change anything, enjoy (*´ω`*)
Stardust Crusaders w/ a dystrophic!fem! S/O 🌸
Cw: nsfw content ahead
Jotaro Kujo
>He'd be careful with you regardless, but I think it would take some reassurance for him to express his love physically. But again, he isn't really the most affectionate, so what's the difference?
>He knows that you can handle yourself, so he is thoughtful without actually doing anything for you
>If you require any mobility aid, the Speedwagon foundation is ready to create only the finest technology for you
>If you ever feel insecure of anything regarding your disability, Jotaro is there to hold you, he may not be good with words, but he'll try to voice his feelings in order to reassure you that there isn't a single thing he would change about you
>Carries painkillers and muscle relaxers with him in case you ever need them
>Understands that sometimes the pain can be too much to even want to interact, but he will still be there in case you need anything, you don't need to talk, you can do parallel play
>Is very gentle with you, and tries to make you do as little effort as possible during your intimate times
>Eats you out with de-vo-tion 🙏
>He's inexperienced, but it's definitely a pleasurable time
>And if you ask for, you can have Star Platinum doing it, he's got that godly precision for all your good spots
>Lets you choose the position you'd like so it's always comfortable
>Wants to take care of you but you'd end up sore regardless
>His pace is slow and deep
>6/10 aftercare, he isn't awful, but he needs some practice
Noriaki Kakyoin
>He's much more open about physical affection, as he trusts you'll tell him if he hurts you
>Enjoys "house dates" that's basically you two scrolling through your phones and showing each other those cheesy cat pictures that couples share, and you clearly don't have to move around much for that
>I headcanons he suffers from migraines, so he can relate to the pain and sometimes limits on your daily life
>Offers acts of service to help you in days that are harder, so don't worry about grocery shopping or taking out the trash while he's there
>He isn't as scared to hurt you while being intimate as others are
>He's a tease, but also a gentleman, he'd like you needy and worked up from his touch so you ask him to please you
>And how can he deny you?
>Maybe gets a bit too carried away with the overstimulation and leaves you aching
>But he'll take care of you dw
>Breakfast in bed after he wrecked you kind of romantic<3
Muhammad Avdol
>Soothes your aches with natural essential oils and massages
>Tries to smooth out the ground of his farm so you can walk on it if you use any mobility aid
>He doesn't let you get insecure ever, he's a happy wife, happy life man™
>He's really supportive and thoughtful of whatever you need
>Avdol is perfect for everything tbh
>May be a bit overprotective though, is nor that he doesn't trust you, but he know how damaging is the pressure to be "functional" rather than to live a full, happy life (damn capitalism)
>He's such a spoiling sweet lover
>He'll make sure you are comfortable, and if you need to switch positions, take a break, stop, or anything, you just have to say your safe word
>He can get rougher, but he's more slow and sensual type of man
>11/10 aftercare
Jean-Pierre Polnareff
>He's so sweet, but he sometimes forgets his strength, so warn him please
>Another one that will literally worship the ground you step on
>Insecurity? We don't know her in this house
>A huge simp
>I feel like (if you don't already use one) will heavily encourage you to use a mobility aid, he doesn't think you need to force yourself, and you shouldn't feel bad for trying to make your life easier
>"It's okay to take up space, chéri
>Or you can just let him carry you and kiss the top of your head the whole day<3
>Like Avdol, he's very passionate, he makes love, he doesn't fuck
>Soooo many praises
>Knows he's big, so takes some time prepping you, it may even look like he's teasing you, but he just doesn't want to hurt you
>Your legs may end up just a bit sore, but he won't leave you as bad as the others
>He also has a voyeurism kink, so just watching you touch yourself is enough
Joseph Joestar
>"You know the Speedwagon foundati-" shut up Joseph, you can't use your nepo baby privilege to try to find a cure for it 💀
>No, but fr, he gets you all the best of everything, the best physicians, the best technology, the best specialist, just anything that can help you
>Respects you, and knows that you can handle yourself, but is also in his nature to spoil you
>He's very understanding, but sometimes you have to explain to him that pain is a part of your life, and him dating you means that he's gonna see you in pain sometimes
>He's there to gently stroke your hair and sing you praises
>Horny jail? This one scaped
>You have to tell him your legs get sore if he just pushes you against a wall and starts to get at it
>He'll be a good boy and get you to a nice comfortable bed
>And when I say nice, I mean, top tier mattress and silky sheets
>Loves when you ride him
>When he gets horny he forgets that you may need breaks, so you have to stay firm and be clear to him
>Of course won't react badly, he just gets too excited
>He's really good with his fingers, but that robotic hand has more than one perk
>Goes for quickies, usually, but always makes sure to examine you and massage your sore muscles, he also uses hamon to help you
Merli Anne [platonic]
>Anne's a bit of a pushover, but she just wants to protect you!
>You're a big sister to her, and she wants to prove to you what a useful person she can be, specially to you
>Tries to help the aches by giving you a soup recipe or something like that
Hii how are you?❤️ I'd like to request prompts 41. and 58. with either Avdol or Polnareff from JJBA. Could you make it so the reader is pregnant or postpartum, and they're not the most confident in their body, which is noticed by the man who wants to show them that they're not any less attractive to him (all of this during a vacation abroad)? I apologize if there are any mistakes but English isn't my first language.
I love your work and I hope the request isn't too much </3
PERFECT - JEAN-PIERRE POLNAREFF X READER
Warnings : reader has twins, mentions of pregnancy, post-partum insecurity and body-image problems, kissing, light nipple play, fingering, this is not proofread, reader is female-bodied but gender-neutral!
Genre : fluffy smut 🫶🏽
Word count : 1.6K words
Additional notes : Hi nonnie, I’m doing alright, thank you for your sweetness! I chose Polnareff for this, since it felt fitting for his personality. However, please take care that I do not write for female readers at all. I haven’t written except for gender-neutral readers in over a year, actually, as that’s what makes me most comfortable. I wrote this with they/them pronouns, though the reader has female anatomy. Hope you like it!💗
Prompts : “This part of you...seems to be very sensitive.” “That’s it, there we go… just like that.”
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“Ma chérie! There you are,” Jean-Pierre exclaimed as he unceremoniously burst into their shared bedroom. “Sorry I took so long. I was putting the twins to bed, when they started crying all over again.”
Without looking up from the night creams they were applying underneath their eyes, they chuckled. “You would think the sounds of the sea from their window would calm them down.”
“Greece doesn’t seem to be to their liking,” their husband sighed dramatically as he flopped onto the bed. “Quite tragic really, when there’s so much to enjoy.”
“Hard for them to enjoy it, when they’ve inherited their strong lungs from you.”
“I’d rather have them loud and healthy any day.” And despite the twins’ wailing at all times of the day and night, they knew that Jean was being honest. After all, he never uttered a word of complaint, and always offered to be the first to help his little angels calm down and see to their needs. If he had it his way, he’d never let his spouse lift a finger.
Humming in agreement, they brushed back their hair for bed, before climbing into their side. With a cheeky grin, Jean-Pierre was quick to lean over them and pull them into his embrace, before peppering their face with loud kisses all over. A sudden burst of laughter escaped them, and his strong arms kept them from wriggling out of his hold.
“There you are,” he said, playfully nipping at their ear. “How I missed hearing that lovely sound.”
“Huh? What do you mean?” they asked, a look of confusion on their face as they half-turned to look at him. Jean had a half-smile on his face, though he looked a little wistful.
“You’ve been a little… forlorn, I guess. I don’t know what it is that’s on your mind, but I do hope you know that you can always share your thoughts with me.”
Sighing, they refused to meet his blue eyes. “They’re silly thoughts, anyways.”
“But nothing is silly when it comes to you!” His voice was earnest as he gave their hips a loving squeeze. “Ma chérie, s’il te plaît. Je veux effacer tous tes problèmes.”
“But this is one you can’t erase, my love.” They smiled sadly as they stared off into the window in front of them. “You can’t exactly bring back my body to the state it was before having the twins, can you?”
He stilled, and for a moment they could swear that they felt him stop breathing altogether—that is, until he inhaled sharply and cursed under his breath. “I should’ve known.”
“Jean—“
“—I should’ve seen the signs. Your avoidance, your hesitance—“
“There was no way you could’ve foreseen this,” they firmly interrupted, gripping his wrist with trembling hands, overwhelmed with their own emotions. “It’s simply how I feel. You can’t control that either. If I find myself unattractive, then that is no one’s problem but mine.”
“But you’re not!” he cried out, “Mon dieu, chérie, do you not know what you do to me?”
Swallowing thickly, they chose to remain quiet. A strangled sound of despair left the Frenchman, before he cursed yet again. After a few seconds of what seemed to be an internal battle of his, he shook his head and pressed a kiss to their temple.
“I can see that no words will comfort you now,” Jean murmured against their skin, “But will you let me show you instead? Exactly how I feel about your body?”
Hesitation was clear on their face for a second, in which he stopped all his ministrations. Then, finally, they said, “Alright.”
“Perfect.” Another sweet kiss fell on their cheek, followed by one at their jaw. “Just relax, will you?”
“I’ll try.” And good as their word, they seemed to untense in his arms.
“That’s it, there we go… just like that.” Jean’s praise sounded like the sweetest thing in the world now. His hand splayed over their stomach began to gently rub circles onto their soft skin, as his kisses trailed a little lower down their neck.
A keen of pleasure escaped them as his lips found that particular spot on their neck that they loved the most, his teeth grazing it and causing them to moan louder at the sensation. After having spent so long without falling into this lovely routine with him, their body had grown quite sensitive—a fact that only grew more apparent as Jean’s hands wandered and tugged their robe completely off their body.
One gloved hand tentatively reached up to their breasts, where their nipples were already growing harder with each kiss. It was rather embarrassing, seeing how their body reacted to him almost instantly. With expertise that only he could’ve had with their body, he groped the softness of their breast, gently squeezing and watching as they gasped at the feeling.
“Does that feel good?” he breathily asked, sucking at their neck and tugging more of those beautiful whines out of them. “You look heavenly when you’re like this in my arms.” Pinching their aching nipple between his fingers, they cried out his name as he tugged just the way they liked it. “Too beautiful when you call for me like that.”
“Don’t tease,” they huffed, gripping his muscular arm for leverage. Jean-Pierre shook his head.
“I’m not teasing you. I’m saying the truth. You really are breathtaking, even more so after you’ve had our twins.” Though his actions were anything but innocent, his words were so full of love that they could feel the sting of tears in their eyes. “You’re radiant.”
Rolling their nipple between his fingers with one final tug, he switched to their other breast to lavish it with the same attention. Clamping their thighs together to hide their growing wetness was futile, as Jean’s other hand teased them open. He drew small, slow circles around their skin, earning a shudder from them as he kept growing closer to where they were aching for him, but never quite giving in to their need.
“Please,” they asked, still a little teary from before, “I want you, Jean.”
“And you’ll always have me, in every way,” he was quick to reassure them, “But I want to spend a little more time loving you before filling you up. Would you like that?”
This time they did not hesitate to nod, and Jean couldn’t hold back the grin at the way they grew more eager for his touch. “Your wish is my command, mon amour.” His other hand left their breasts, only to gently tilt their chin for a proper, hungry kiss. As his warm tongue caressed theirs, and his fingers deftly stroked their chin, his other hand delved between their legs.
They both moaned into the kiss; them at the feeling of his thumb drawing small, fast circles onto their throbbing clit, and him at the feeling of just how wet they were as his index finger traced their dripping entrance.
It felt like their body was on fire, their strings pulled taut as their husband pulled them closer and closer to the edge with his every touch. They could barely even form a thought, let alone do anything but writhe in his arms and pant into their all-consuming kiss.
Jean-Pierre pulled back for a moment, eyes full of want gazing at their hazy ones. As he picked up the pace with his thumb, they began to shift in his embrace, clearly wanting more. “This part of you...seems to be very sensitive.” He chuckled, tapping their clit twice and causing them to cry out. “But I want to make you feel even better. You deserve it, ma belle chérie amour.”
With little warning, he dipped his index finger into their warmth, curling into them in the way he knew they wanted, before a second finger delved into their wetness. He knew every inch of their body like the back of his hand; knew that they would begin to sob with pleasure before he’d even put a third finger in. They were always so sensitive to his touch, so wet for him, and so perfectly tight as their walls fluttered. In fact, he knew…
“You’re close,” he observed, curling his finger even deeper as his thumb circled their clit faster still. “Do you want to cum? I’ll make it feel good, I promise.”
“You always make me feel good,” they sighed, tears clinging to their fluttering eyelashes, before their eyes snapped wide open as his fingers pumped inside them faster with an obscene squelching sound. “Oh, fuck!”
They knew they must’ve been drenching the sheets underneath them, but at the moment, with his fingers filling them up so nicely and his mouth seeking theirs again, they couldn’t care less. All they cared about was how incredible it all felt; how in love they were with everything about the only man that could bring them to the precipice of extreme pleasure without even using his cock, while showering them with lovesick praise.
All it took was another stroke to that particularly sensitive spot inside them, and they were cumming all over his long fingers, sobbing his name and babbling words of love as they rode out their high. Jean’s gaze was nothing if not adoring, and the hardness of his cock against their back was more than enough proof—if they weren’t yet convinced by his actions—that he found them intolerably sexy.
That thought alone made them cry all the harder. He was too lovely, really.
“There, there,” he cooed, ever-so-patient with them, though the passion in his eyes never diminished. Jean-Pierre’s lips kissed every inch of skin within his reach, and nipped and teased whenever he liked to see a blooming red mark on their skin. “See? You’re just as stunning when you cum too. A few more rounds and I’ll have you convinced of how perfect you look in every position possible.” His grin was positively wicked now. “We might even use the mirror for extra emphasis.”
WHAT DO WE WANT? JEAN PIERRE SMUT!!! WHEN DO WE WANT IT?? RIGHT NOWWWWWWWWWW!!!! THE PEOPLE ARE STARVING! GIVE US WHAT WE DESIRE!!
bring me to life
no one has ever asked me for polnareff smut and i never thought abt it till today. LETS DO IT
"you disgust me, chienne inutile" he spat, a menacing glint in his eyes. “tu es un cochon sans valeur”.
jean pierre polnareff made his disdain for you very clear the day he met you. he came straight out and said it to your face. " you're so cock hungry it's embarrassing, one would think such a pretty thing would have some dignity. women like you are scum".
you denied it at the time. you had dignity and lots of it. what did he know about you? clearly nothing if he was making such comments.
at the time you replied with a simple "ha, you wish". an attempt to hide how rattled you were by his words.
it only took two weeks for him to get under your skin just enough to cause you to break. you had enough of his bullshit and you were prepared to let him know it.
little did you know he had the perfect plan to catch you off guard.
"i know”. you squirmed under his touch, silently begging for the friction you so desperately needed. “you let me know as often as possible”.
jean gripped your wrist with an unseemly amount of force, causing you to cry out in pain.
couldn't stop myself from writing this janxjabxkancbsjcns i love polnareff sm he deserved better
help i didn't know how to end it, so i just threw something together
j.p. polnareff x m!reader nsfw — minors dni or else-
reader's gender isn't actually specified, but is still male
“y/n, please–” polnareff whined as you fondled his breasts, squirming in your gentle but firm grip. “we shouldn't—what if jotaro wakes up?”
“he won't—or at least i don't think so.” you say as you flick his nipple, a grin spread across your face as the other man flinched and let out a whimper. teasing polnareff never got old, and it was always effective, too. you turned him around to face you, and sat him on your thigh—which he instinctively began grinding against. “oh? does it feel good? me playing with your tits, that is.”
“yes..but it's embarrassing—” the silver-haired man mumbled. he wrapped his arms around your neck. “keep going..” polnareff let out a soft groan as you continued playing with his nipples. they felt more sensitive now, and you could tell by how much his cock twitched in his boxers.
leaning down a bit, you gave his nipple a little lick before taking it into your mouth. at the same time, you reached into his precum-stained boxer shorts and grabbed his cock.
“y/n wai—! ah–!”
you began stroking him, continuing your assault on his chest. left with no other choice, polnareff buried his face in your shoulder, hoping it would stifle his moans as well as hide his face. it didn't work as well as he thought it would. you could hear his whining clear as day when you ran your tongue over his swollen nipple.
it hadn't even been five minutes, and he could already feel himself getting close. he never lasted long whenever you would play with his chest.
“yare yare..could you keep it down?” you heard jotaro say from the other side of the room. both you and polnareff turned your heads so fast, that you swore they almost snapped. “if you two had told me you were gonna fuck, i would've slept in kakyoin, avdol, and jiji's room.”
“i told you that he'd wake up! you never listen to me!” pol
MEN who ever so casually tell everyone you're their best friend, swinging an arm around your shoulder as you spoke to others.
MEN who know it isn't right. you have a boyfriend, they shouldn't be feeling this way towards you. they're just a friend to you, nothing more than that.
MEN who shamelessly admit to their friends that they like you, but since you have a boyfriend they hold themselves back.
MEN who let you cry into their shoulder as you keep telling them how much of an asshole your ex was, how he cheated on you, and how much he'd taunted you.
MEN who shameless pound into your sloppy cunt, to make you forget about the ex who wasn't so worth it. they drill into your cunt so perfectly, showing you who is more worth your love and affection.
MEN who stuff you full of their cum, until your tiny hole is leaking of his seed.
MEN who scoop up that dripping cum with their fingers amd shove it back into you, moaning at the way your gummy walls are sucking his fingers in even more.
MEN who kiss your forehead goodnight, as you're still sticky and hot down there, with his dick shoved into you sp you don't spill any of his cum out in your sleep.
MEN who treat you like an absolute goddess once they find out you're pregnant with his child, ready to kill whoever comes in his way.
Warnings: SFW + NSFW but SFW is still a bit spicy!
Jotaro Kujo
SFW
Honestly, you either asked him to touch them or he accidentally did.
Either way, he’d grunt and mutter his catchphrase before adjusting his hat to hide his blush.
Though if you request for him to touch them, he reluctantly would, glaring at you in disapproval, though you know that it’s a tough facade hiding curiousity.
He’s never touched anyone like this, so he hesitantly cups his hand upon your left breast, feeling the softness beneath his palm before squeezing. His grip is slightly tight due to his inexperience and flustered state.
If you moan his soul will leave his body
Never looks you in the eye while doing this. His gaze is invisible underneath his hat but is fixed onto your breasts.
Under normal circumstances it goes no further than this and he immediately lets go before walking off, cheeks blushing a scarlet red as he grits his teeth.
NSFW
If you decide to go further, it’s because you insisted that he keep going and both of you ended up horny.
This is when he would make eye contact, glaring while biting his lip before grabbing your other breast and squeezing both at the same time.
After some time he’d order you to lift your shirt and bra, staring at your breasts for a while (you swear that you see him swallow) before grabbing them again.
He’d subconsciously be rather rough because of his arousal, but if you show any signs of pain he’d soften his touches to the point where you can barely feel them.
He’ll play with your nipples, flicking and pressing them them with his thumbs before squeezing the mounds together, admiring the view for a while. While he may hold his perpetual glare, you can see awe meddle with the roughness of his gaze.
You can tell by his expression that he's holding back some kind of urge; in reality he desperately wants to suck the life out of your tits but is too shy to.
Unless you plan to have sex, this is the furthest he’d go when messing around, but it still feels amazing having your breasts fondled by his warm, callous hands.
Noriaki Kakyoin
SFW
This is a rare moment where you’d catch him off guard. He’d flinch slightly but immediately regain composure, despite the pink on his cheeks.
“Hmm? You’d like me to do that right now, dear?” His tone is casual, but you can definitely notice a hint of seduction. “Alright, I don’t mind~”
He slowly reaches for your breasts and cups and squeezes them with just the right amount of pressure, watching your face intently as he gently fondles them.
For the most part he’d look rather poised and focused, though he’d lightly tease you by whispering in your ear every now and then.
“Wow (Name)~ They’re so soft~”
He will breathe against your neck to rile you up, leaving a couple of slow, teasing kisses on your skin.
There is so much sexual tension between the two of you during these moments, which you're both keenly aware of.
When he’s done he’ll kiss your cheek. He wouldn’t do it for too long unless you’d like to go a bit further with it.
NSFW
If you are both in the mood, he’ll kiss you intensely while holding your torso close to him.
After you give him permission, he’ll lift your shirt and bra before kissing you again, leading kisses down your neck towards your chest.
He’ll gently squeeze your breasts together and bury his face in between them, enjoying your scent and pillowy warmth while playing with your nipples.
Kakyoin will use his skilled tongue to good use and lick your skin teasingly while looking up with you with a seductive glint in his eyes. He leaves the skin of your breasts lightly coated in his saliva and plays with your nipples with the tip of his tongue, flicking it back and forth.
He will suck your tits every few seconds to get you to moan out loud for him. The sucks grow a tad harsher when you don’t give him what he wants.
He’s kinky so he may leave one or two hickeys if he’s really in the mood.
While he may be great at maintaining his calm demeanor, make no mistake, he can be a beast if coaxed.
If you insist that he give it his all, he will waste no time in expertly ravaging your breasts, using his hands, lips, teeth, and tongue to squeeze, suck, nibble, and lick every inch of your chest until you’re a moaning and whining mess.
Never underestimate him when he’s horny.
Jean Pierre Polnareff
SFW
It would either start from him playfully groping you and you telling him you enjoy it, or you straight up asking him (that always noticeably flusters him). Either way, he’s onto you in less than a second.
“Anything for you, ma belle~!”
He’d start off frisky from the get go, squeezing and burying his face between your breasts, leaving excited kisses along your neck.
He gazes up at you most of the time to watch your expression and smiles gleefully at signs that you’re enjoying it.
He’d leave hickeys all over you and you’d have to urge him not to do so in noticeable parts.
It would honestly be pretty difficult not to go further than this at this point, but if you really can’t/don’t want to he’ll respect you, albeit with a little pout.
NSFW
Let’s be honest, it wouldn’t take long for things to escalate.
He will lie you down on the closest surface to continue your little tryst, though he prefers a bed because it’s the most romantic.
He’d rather hastily take your shirt off and unclip your bra before kissing all over your breasts, leaving a couple hickeys.
He is much slower after getting rid of the obstacles in his way, gently sucking on your tits, alternating between them while his fingers lightly flick and roll the nipple that isn’t currently in his mouth.
He makes sure to be as delicate with you as possible. Even if you request that he be rougher, he will be very hesitant, only making his actions more passionate (even if he already was) rather than blatantly rough.
He will praise you endlessly, complimenting your beauty and softness and how delicious you smell and taste, all the while blushing and in a daze. All of his words are romantic.
70% of the time, you end up making sweet love 💕
Muhammad Avdol
SFW
He never does anything blatantly sexual without asking for permission, so you’d have to ask him to touch your chest. Of course, he’d be caught off guard and red faced at your request.
He’d ask you if you’re certain and, after a lot of reassurance, he’d comply, though his touch would almost be ghostly. He isn’t extremely nervous, but is a tad shy and wants to respect your boundaries so you’d have to gently tell him to be a little rougher if you want him to be.
Despite his initial nervousness, it doesn’t take long for him to ease into it and regain his usual poise and confidence. His touch is still gentle, but he is an attentive person and quickly picks up on where and how to touch you.
He may tease you a bit, but it’s always subtle and full of praises as he lightly squeezes your mounds in his large hands.
“Relax my dear~ You’ve worked so hard lately, it means a lot to me that you trust me to relieve you of your stress~”
He wouldn’t go any further than this unless you ask him to, though if you do, he’d gladly comply.
NSFW
Like Polnareff, he prefers somewhere romantic like a bed. He’d slowly lie you down upon it before gently stripping you of your shirt and unhooking your bra, admiring the sight before him while complimenting your appearance.
He’d then trace your curves with his fingers as if you’re a delicate work of art, taking his time before lighting squeezing your flesh in his palms.
He’d fondle your breasts for a little while, only focusing on making you feel good. He uses your body language to dictate whether he should continue the same treatment or move on to the next step.
He will move on accordingly, pressing slow kisses all over your chest before licking your nipples as preparation. After that, he gently begins sucking and nibbling on them, only being slightly rougher if you ask for it.
With him there’s no sense of urgency; if there is no immediate threat, he will do it for as long as you desire, and the stress relief from this experience has you feeling lighter than a cloud.
Joseph Joestar
SFW
There’s no doubt that he’s the type to tease you whenever he gets the chance, especially if it involves physical touch. His favorite is playfully groping you, and he isn’t afraid to do so in public either. Though whenever he gropes you, it’s always mostly just a quick squeeze.
Needless to say, when you request that he do more, he’s giddy.
“I knew you’d come ‘round to it, sweetheart~!”
After finding a private spot, he starts it all off by giving you a passionate kiss while groping you roughly, which is enough to knock the breath out of you.
He doesn't hesitate to immediately give you a couple of dark hickeys on your neck. In his younger days he wouldn't give any qualms about whether they were visible, however he is far more mindful now, only giving you one or two in a visible area just to tease you.
He’d motorboat you just to tease you, and he loves it when you laugh. Both of you are quite giggly the entire time.
He's rather rough with you overall, so you may have to ask him a couple of times to be a bit gentler. He doesn't mean to make you uncomfortable, he's just very physically affectionate.
NSFW
It wouldn’t take that long for you guys to get steamy.
Once you give the ok you swear that only a millisecond passes before your chest is bare before his eyes. He grins widely.
“You’re as gorgeous as ever~” he says with a wink.
He’ll nip lightly at your skin, using his hands to feverishly grope the soft flesh of your breasts and squeeze his face between them.
A couple of playful hickeys are littered along your collarbone and all over your breasts, a couple dangerously close to your nipples.
He takes some time ignoring your nipples and is satisfied when you finally become a moaning and whining mess. That’s when he finally gives you want you desire, suckling, nipping and flicking his tongue at your buds enthusiastically.
Despite the intimacy of this moment, he’s still a jokester, tickling your sides slightly with the light touch of his fingertips to make you squirm and laugh.
If you have free time you go at this for a while, and the chances of things escalating are quite high. 😉
head builder!polnareff whos serious about his job and makes sure his men’s work ethic is top-par. head builder!polnareff who treats all his clients with utmost respect unless it’s you. head builder!polnareff who wolf-whistles at you once you pass by underneath the scaffolding of the new build. head builder!polnareff who yelps and hollers for you to “give him some eye candy” despite him knowing you’re the site manager. head builder!polnareff who confuses the other builders about why usually stoic and serious you is so lenient with the man.
head builder!polnareff who you light heartedly flip off from below because he’s normally a crass man — which you know — he’s been one of your most stable and reliable construction contractor for years. but one day you buy head builder!polnareff up on that offer as he pops his into your portable onsite office to piss you off.
“merde!…”
head builder!polnareff would be a spluttering mess as you kneel onto your office floor behind your desk and slowly run your mouth up and down the shaft of his cock. head builder!polnareff would have one hand cupping your cheek whilst his other arm lays over his eyes.
just as head builder!polnareff is about to cum, one of his men walk in to ask where you are, something about clearing off time. head builder!polnareff; with his face beet red and clearly dishevelled tries his best to act natural — despite unnaturally sitting in your office chair and looking like he was about to explode. but as you continue to suck at his cock whilst also massaging at his balls, head builder!polnareff is unable to contain his orgasm from pushing over him.
“t-t-t-t-they said they’ll— fuck!”
head builder!polnareff thrashes himself face forwards onto your desk as he cums down the canals of your throat, a suppressed groan leaving his mouth as tries his best to shoo off the builder who’s highly concerned for his sudden reaction.
You were sitting your hotel room beside Jotaro, Polnareff was seated across from you two on the other bed. They were both smoking and you just sat there enjoy the company of both your boyfriend and Polnareff.
"I'm telling you she was just the prettiest girl I've ever seen!" Polnareff gushed about a girl he had seen earlier this morning whom the rest of you had to drag him away from
"Good grief" Jotaro replied "quit complaining" he said, taking a long draw from the cigarette between his lips
You giggled at their banter and compelled by Pols love talk you went in to kiss Jotaro on the lips but before you could he directed your face so your lips landed on his cheek. You pulled back, confused, until he point at the cig dangling fro his mouth. Your boyfriend didn't want to inhale it or worse, burn yourself, but you just replied with a dissatisfied "humph" and went back to listening to Polnareff.
"Aww come on Jotaro" Pol complained "your girlfriend wants a kiss the least you could do is comply, ya know if I had a girlfriend there's no way I would ever try to dodge one of her-"
Possibly just to shut Polnareff up and maybe to indulge some of your, and his own wants Jotaro did something you could never expect. While both of you were still sitting he dipped you down into his arms and used his tongue to push his cigarette back into his mouth before stealing you lips in a light, yet still passionate kiss. Your were at a loss for words, the slight taste of the cig still on his lips and the way he held you had your face a blushing mess when he pulled back a popped the cigarette back out and continued to nonchalantly smoke as if nothing had happened. While you sat there completely baffled by how smooth your boyfriend had just been.
"There, happy now?" He said, glaring at Polnareff while looking off to his side to shoot a small smirk at you
"Wha-what the hell was that?!?" Polnareff sputtered " Jotaro you going to HAVE to teach me how to do that" lost in his own thoughts he continued "man just think how many girls would swoon if I pulled that move, maybe I can use it on the beauty from this morning-"
"Definitely not." Jotaro said sternly continuing to glare at the French man
You giggled and relaxed enjoying to company of those two, while gently laying your head to rest on Jotaro's shoulder.
The last month and a half had been absolutely grueling for Polnareff. Sure, he’d been away from time to time, but never this long, and his trips were never that dangerous. It was safe to say that Polnareff was more than happy to finally be home, to finally be able to let his guard down and see his lady again.
He had returned home around midday, surprising you as you put away groceries, quietly coming in and helping you finish before saying anything. You had screamed in fear, and then excitement as you realized the intruder was your Jean.
“Jean,” you called, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. He’d backed you against the refrigerator and kissed you until you couldn't see straight before pulling away and greeting you. You had spent the rest of the day catching up with Jean-Pierre and fussing over him, treating the remaining scrapes and bruises that littered his body. You had also cooked his favorite meal for him, despite his protests that you don’t have to lift another finger for him.
The two of you had gone to bed, both thoroughly exhausted by today’s excitement , cuddled up against each other, sleeping in what Jean called ‘French style”, though most just called it sleeping nude. He wasn’t particularly wrong though, Southern France was known for its nude beaches. You fell asleep thinking about how the two of you would have to go on vacation to Nice again now that he was home safe.
Polnareff had woken up early the next morning, sighing contentedly knowing that he had nothing to worry about today except what to wear and maybe what drink he would have with dinner. The rising sun was a rich orange color as it began creeping through the blinds, allowing Polnareff to take you in, tracing his fingers down your side, admiring the slopes of your body, running his large hands along the curve of your ass and down your thigh, eliciting a soft sound out of you. Suddenly he felt as if he had neglected you the night before. A beautiful woman, his beautiful woman had waiters on him all day and he hadn;t even had the decency to eat her out. Where were his manners?
The two of you were very comfortable and sexually liberal when it came to each other. and the list of things you had agreed against was quite short, nothing that would ruin the sheets, mostly . He remembered all the time he had woken up to you giving him sleepy morning head, your plush lips wrapped around his cock, whimpering softly as you bobbed your head, making strands of your messy hair fall in your face. He could always return the favor.
He thought about how much he had missed you as he let his hand fall lazily between your thighs, nudging them apart just enough for him to slide his fingers right where he wanted them. His pointer and ring fingers traced along your labia, while his middle finger dipped between your folds, gathering some of your arousal and returning to slide along your clit, drawing another whine from your lips. When he was finally satisfied with how wet you had gotten under his touch he moved from his place behind you and eased himself between your legs, kissing up and down your thighs before, burying his face where he wanted to be most.
Polnareff was always content to eat pussy, but this was different. It felt like it had been forever since he had made love to you, and he had spent his entire trip terrified he wouldn’t make it home. But he had, and now he was here, listening to the soft sounds of pleasure you were making above him, and the way your thighs squeezed his head and your hands pawed weakly at the sheets had him throbbing and unconsciously pushing his hips into the mattress as he eases two fingers into you. God, you were making such a mess on his face, but he didn’t care, he didn’t want it any other way.
“Jean,” you whine, your hands finally finding his hair and tugging at it gently. He can’t tell if you’re still asleep or not, but he doesn’t care because it's obvious that he’s making you feel good. Finally he decides he can’t take it anymore and and carefully crawls up the bed, resting his weight on the one hand whole the other rubs up and down your side as he dips his head down to kiss your neck, leaving a sloppy combination of your arousal and his saliva as he does. The hand not supporting him moves between your bodies and finds his sensitive erection and lines it up with your entrance, easing into you slowly and groaning when he bottoms out inside you.
He sits up and rests his hands on your waist, his fingers wrapping around your hips and his thumbs rubbing along your belly as he slowly rolls his hips against yours, feeling how wet you are and how well you take him. It’s enough to drive a man to madness.
“Fuck,” He breathes, fighting the urge to just pound into you, but this was about you after all.
“I missed this so much, Jean,” you whisper, drawing his attention away from how horny he is.
“Me too. How long have you been awake, mon chou?”
“Long enough, now come on,” you tease, bumping your hips against his, making him drop his forehead to yours and groan. “Do you want me on top?”
“No, this is about you,” he hums, pulling out and teasing his tip against your clit making your body jerk at the sensation.
“I see. From behind then,” you question, rolling your hips away from him and sliding your leg up to give him a better view of your ass.
“If that’s what makes my lady happy,” he replies, flipping you over and pushing back into you smoothly, one hand squeezing your hip, guiding you into his thrusts and the other pushing a palm into the small of your back, letting him have a deeper angle.
Before you know it you’re a shaking mess beneath Jean, pathetic noises falling from your lips every time his hand brushes against your skin, drool pooling on the mattress beside your head. Every move you make is jerky and uncalculated and your hips rut back against his involuntarily, further overstimulating yourself.
Jean pulls out of you slowly, groaning at the sight of cum oozing out of you, a mixture of his pleasure and yours. It was enough to make him want to go again, but he wasn’t sure he could do that without your brain melting out of your skull, so he just lays down beside you and pulls you back into his body. You whine at the contact, but quickly relax into his arms.
“How was that, mon Coeur,” he questions, brushing your hair from your face and wiping as much of the drool away as he could with his thumb.
“Mhh, Jean, it was s’good,” you slur, grabbing onto his forearms tightly, still trying to ground yourself despite Polnareff’s body pressed against your back. “Was too good.”
“Never heard that one before, I’ll be sure to stop when you tell me not to next time.”
“Jean,” you whine, tilting your head back to get a glimpse of your messy-headed lover.
“I’m kidding, I’m always a servant of love,” he laughs, pulling you closer.
Can we have Polnareff x fem! reader, they are both in the trip, in their last days. But before they get to Dio, they talk about how this might be their last night together, they don't if they are going to survive, so they make love for the "last time"?
One Last Time || Jean Pierre Polnareff x Reader
cw: female reader, mentions of canon injury, anxiety on everyone's behalf, SMUT, swearing, unedited
summary: the crusaders have only just made it to egypt when the severity of the situation really sets in
note: that scenario is so sweet 😭 sorry it took so long @needy-self-ship-jjba hope it was ok!!
MASTERLIST
SMUT TWs: slight manhandling (?), praise, fingering, vaginal sex
It had been an exhausting, action-packed journey but you and your fellow stand users have finally made it to Egypt. Somehow, after the chaos with Midler's stand and needing to swim the rest of the way, you had made it to Egypt alive.
Granted, Joseph needed a replacement for his prosthetic hand but you were all alive.
And of course, as soon as you all reached the desert there was the encounter with N'Doul where Avdol was already injured and Kakyoin's eyes were slashed. Both in the hospital. Avdol was fortunate enough to have minor injury so he's already been discharged, but Kakyoin wasn't so lucky.
All of you, apart from Kakyoin, had made it to the next hotel and the sun was finally setting over Egypt. This time, you and Polnareff got a room to yourselves while Jotaro, Joseph, and Avdol slept in a different room.
Polnareff, who happened to be your boyfriend, was in the shower when you made your way out to the private balcony and leaned over the iron rail. It was modest, but it was enough for you to have a moment to yourself. Unfortunately, this meant that you were reflecting on everything that had happened so far.
Cool air gently blew against your exposed skin, allowing your clothes to flutter in the wind as if you were in a dramatic romance movie.
As you watched the stars, you couldn't help but wonder how different your life could have been if you had met Polnareff under different circumstances. What if his sister was never assaulted and murdered? What if neither of you had stands? What if you didn't meet at all?
Your thoughts had consumed you so much that you didn't notice your lover leaning against the door frame directly behind you. "What are you doing out here?"
His presence started you momentarily, but you responded with, "oh, you know, just having an existential crisis." He let out a dry chuckle at your deadpanned comment before you noticed his awkward facial expression and asked what he was thinking about.
"I can promise you, none of my thoughts are innocent," he half-joked as he stood next to you, taking in the breeze as you were moments ago.
"Oh? Innocent, huh?" You repeated, turning your head to look at him.
"Mhm." He avoided your gaze.
"What kind of thoughts would those be?"
"Well, when you're kinda bent over the railing like that... the view from behind is quite the image," he purred and finally made eye contact.
"Jean!" You laughed as you pushed his arm lightly, only for him to wrap said arm around you.
"What? You asked!" He laughed for a moment.
When the both of you had settled once more, the air had become thick. Your depressing thoughts were still in the back of your mind: they have been since you've arrived in Egypt. What if not everyone makes it out of this alive? What if Dio is too strong? What if... either of you die?
"Are you sure you're ok, ma chérie?"
You didn't respond. Were you?
"Is there anything I can do to help?" His tone was soft; patient. The pure kindness he always showed you made your heart swell, even if he was playful at times, he always respects your boundaries and makes sure you're ok.
"I don't know, to be honest." You began, "it seems that my mind doesn't want to shut up."
Now he doesn't know what to say, he just rubbed your back in a soothing manner.
"I mean, what if this is our last time?"
"Last time for what?" He tilted his head at you, gently caressing your cheek and turning your head to look at him.
"Well, anything really." His icy blue eyes scanned your delicate features and stared at you for a moment.
Without saying a word, he stood up properly and put his large hands on your waist. He leaned down to give you a kiss on your cheek, and then slowly kissed you on the lips, his thumb rubbing circles into your side.
"Then I guess we just have to make it worth it."
He shared your fears. What if he didn't make it back to you? What if Dio got to you first? God forbid, what if you got killed?
"Oh, Jean." You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and he picked you up effortlessly.
He took you inside and shut the door with his foot. Moving over to the bed, he carefully laid you down on your back and practically crawled on top of you. He trailed kisses, licks, and bites up and down your neck, making sure to hit your sweet spot while his hand subtly grabbed at your chest, the touch was light enough that you leaned into it.
You tried repressing a moan, but it came out as a whine instead and you could feel the smug smirk that sneaked it's way on to his chiseled face.
Meanwhile, his hand slowly made it's way to your thigh after groping at your chest and feeling every last curve and valley of your body. He even managed to strip you of all your clothes, excluding your panties.
This tantalisingly slow pace made you grow impatient.
"Don't worry, my love." He whispered as he stopped for oxygen for a brief minute, "just lay there and let me please you."
"Can you please me faster?" You half-joked.
"What's the rush? Didn't I just say we'd have to make it worth while?"
With that, his hand had made it to your clothed heat. He hooked a finger around the side of your panties before dragging them off your legs and tossing them to the side of the room. You let out a sigh of frustration: you didn't want to wait!
"Be a good girl and be patient," he requested, although it was more of a demand. "You can do that for me, can't you?"
"Mhm."
"That's my girl," he said as his hand started to lightly brush against your slit, feeling the increasing wetness of it, before he applied more pressure and rubbed slow circles on your clit. You couldn't help the mini moan that escaped your throat.
His middle finger rubbed against your slit when you sighed out of pleasure and impatience, "Jean, stop teasing!"
"Like this?" Just like that, his index and middle finger plunged past your tight walls, using your slick as a lube.
"Fuck!" You nearly screamed.
"You may wanna keep your voice down, princess. Who knows how thin the walls may be?"
It doesn't help that Jotaro and Kakyoin are in the room to your left, while Joseph and Avdol occupy the room to your right. Either way, somebody in your party could find out.
Polnareff slowly moved his long fingers in and out, curling them just right to hit another area that would allow for the best reactions from you. He picked up the pace while his thumb remained on your throbbing clit.
"Oh my god." Your breath was getting heavier by the second. He let you try to recompose – emphasis on try – before inserting his ring finger and fucking you with now three fingers. "Jean!" You moaned as you went cover your flushed face with shaking arms.
"Awww, c'mon now." He used his free hand to take your arms away from your face while he remained pressed into your side. "Don't hide that cute face from me, baby."
Without warning, he suddenly pulled his fingers out and licked them clean before wiping them down on the side of his boxers.
"Babe! For fuck sake," you whined with a visibly disappointed pout.
"Don't be like that," he commented with no real apology behind his tone.
He shifted so he was now sat at your entrance. Then, he used both hands to lift your legs and support them on his shoulders. The cool air contrasting with the ever-growing heat between your thighs sent a welcome shiver down your spine.
"You know you still have your pants on right?" You snorted. Polnareff immediately looked down and felt his face grow even hotter out of embarrassment.
"Y-yeah!" He exclaimed as he took his sight away from you for the first time tonight.
Frantically, he looked around as if he was trying to find some sort of excuse. His head snapped back to face you again when he quipped, "aren't you an eager little thing?"
The confident smirk he always wore returned to his face when you were the one to look away.
"Just shut up and fuck me!" You shifted somehow even closer to emphasise your need.
"As you wish princess," he chuckled.
"Jean!"
"Ok, ok!" He awkwardly manoeuvred his body so he could take his boxers off. "Just... need to... take these off- ah!"
You couldn't help but laugh at the sight of your boyfriend trying to take his pants off with his feet, only for them to not come off as they pathetically hung from his ankle.
Finally, he got them off and turned to look at you: tears were forming in your eyes because of how much you were trying to stifle your laugh. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find it cute and he probably would have also laughed if the context was different, but he couldn't let your laughter slide.
"Do you think that's funny, princess?" He mocked as he suddenly slammed his thick cock into you, using your slick as a lube again.
"Holy shit!" You practically screamed, your hands holding onto the sheets for dear life.
"What was that?"
"Mmmh, holy shit Jean."
"I can't quite understand you, baby."
Of course, he looked completely proud of himself. But neither of you cared. The way his dick thrust into you, exploring your insides, made you feel too full to even think.
The sound was purely pornographic: the skin slapping, the groans of pleasure, and the bed squeaking. All a part of a filthy soundtrack that neither of you could get enough of.
"Mmh, fuck."
"You like that, princess? Hmm?
"Obviously- ahh," you sighed. Tears of bliss brimmed in your eyes and Polnareff kissed every one that fell. He had surprisingly good stamina.
Eventually, his thrusts became more erratic with no recognisable and real rhythm.
It felt like everything inside you was twisting in the best way possible with the toe-curling, sheet-gripping state he had you in.
"Sweetheart... I'm close." He panted so heavily that you could see the way his heart beat in his chest. "Fuck, mmh, I'm gonna cum."
"Do it," you began. "Fucking do it, Jean. I'm gonna cum as well," you babbled as he fucked somehow even harder into you.
"(Y/N)!"
"Jean!"
You felt the white ropes of his cum paint your insides, while yours glistened down the side of his throbbing dick. He stayed inside before finally pulling out, riding out the intensity of your orgasms.
"I- wow," you panted.
Tiredness finally caught up to you so all you could do was lay there and stare at the ceiling.
"Was it really that good?" He laughed, finally returning to his bashful self as he walked into the ensuite bathroom. The sound of water running brought you back to your senses.
"What does it look like?" You quipped.
"Alright, alright." He walked back in the bedroom and picked you up effortlessly once more, but with a more gentle and tender tone than before. "Let's get you cleaned up."
Been getting real deep into jjba🤭🤭just wondering who knows where all the GOOD Jotaro fics are, be it spicy, fluff, or crack😔🤞sugar daddy dynamics are also very needed! Help a fellow jotaro lover out
And if you’re feelin sweet add as many Joseph fics as u can👹👹 all spicy please (or OR if there are any funny ones feel free to bless me with those) thx for the help🫠