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stardust crsusartdrs walkging in on reader trying to masturbate in secret🤤🤤 i am in dire need of this slop....
Getting walked in on by the SDC
tags: nsfw, gn! reader, no established relationship, dilf! joseph, kakyoin and polnareff are lowk perverted, also a lot more unserious than i intended lmao, characters are always depicted 18+
a/n: omg this is my first sdc request, im kinda surprised. and of course yall are freaks about it LMAOO (much love 🫶🏽) please enjoy!!
Jotaro Kujo
- it was totally his fault for not knocking in the first place. the one time he didn't think to do so.
- your voice was quiet, your back pressed against the mattress and your head rolled back in ecstasy.
- your hands were working wonders, you were so close. you just needed one more push.
- "hey," jotaro called out the second he opened your door. "what do you want to-"
- "fuck..!" you cursed, quickly scrambling to cover yourself with a blanket. but it was much too late.
- jotaro had seen everything.
- his gaze was sharp, the hat that he wore hiding his eyes as he tipped it downward. but he was glad that you failed to notice the pink on his cheeks.
- but not without oogling at your exposed body, even as you were covered up he had a good mental image.
- you were honestly more terrified that he hadn't said anything and continued to stand there like a brick wall. you wanted to reach around and throw something at him.
- "get- get out..!" you yelled and he wasted no time obliging your orders much to your own relief.
- he closed the door without saying another word, his cheeks still pink as the scene replayed in his head. he had almost forgotten what the hell he went in there for in the first place.
- good fucking grief, you couldn't have waited until he was asleep?
Joseph Joestar
- the issue was that you needed something to help fuel you up. pleasuring yourself felt boring if it was just build up stress. you needed to focus your mind on something else.
- and coincidentally, joseph was the last person you talked to before hitting the hay that night he walked in.
- you moaned his name, melting into the hotel's pillows as you kept your legs spread apart and allowed your hand to do all the work.
- unfortunately for joseph and his big age, his hearing isn't the best. at least thats what he tells himself
- but he was definitely sure he heard you just as he was about to knock at your door. but discarded the thought and walked in anyways.
- "im lending you the car keys for-.. holy shit!" he blurted dramatically, your body freezing on the spot.
- his eyes had seen everything. you were sprawled out on the bed, a fucked out expression on your face. clothes completely scattered to the floor and the sheets were a jumbled mess.
- "mr. joestar..! please get out!" you did very little to cover yourself. i mean, he already saw everything. whats left is for you to just disappear right then and there.
- he cleared his throat, immediately turning around so that you were facing his back.
- "right, right... i was- just going to tell you that i want to leave you with the car keys." he explained, itching to look over his shoulder once again. just out of curiousity.
- but he got no response from you and he took that as his cue to leave.
Mohammad Avdol
- another situation where it was his fault for not knocking. he shouldve known better and he scolds himself internally.
- and oh my, you just looked disgustingly adorable with your legs spread; nearly dangling off the sides of the bed. one arm between your legs and your face blissed out.
- when he barged in, he expected you literally doing anything else. but alas, he was flashed by your nudity
- "oh..? im so sorry.. please, excuse me." avdol cleared his throat when you both made eye contact with each other.
- you quickly covered yourself, seeing as he still had his head turned to look away. your cheeks were flushed and you were sweaty.
- "um.. avdol..?" you weakly called out to him and he stopped in his tracks. you were still really horny and you hadn't come just yet. "do you.. want to help me?"
- he froze in place, almost unable to comprehend what you said to him.
- you wanted him..? to help... you? and he knew this was highly innapropriate. hell, you weren't even together.
- but the heat has gotten to him, along with the stress.
- "if you don't mind," avdol smiles. "i couldn't look away from you when i walked in. you look.. irresistible."
- he looked at you with a lidded gaze.
- and he was quick to close the door behind him and walked over to you.
Noriaki Kakyoin
- he knew what you were up to when he approached your door, wanting to borrow something from you. a reaccuring thing the two of you have done.
- he knew to knock at your door before barging in. his footsteps were always light but before his knuckles could touch the wooden wall, he heard your muffled voice.
- "ohh.. yes..!" you gasped, face pressed against the pillow as you fucked yourself against a toy that you had recently bought. you were bored enough to test it out.
- kakyoin stood outside the door, back pressed with his arms crossed and a little smirk on his face.
- you had no idea that he was out here. and for a while too.
- should he even bother you? he would ask himself, itching to pull his phone out to even go as far as to record you. but he digresses.
- fixing himself up, he gently knocks your door and bites back the laugh that he wanted to let out from you scrambling on the other side of the door. you sounded distressed.
- "it's me," kakyoin already reaches for the door knob. "you okay in there?" the door creaks open.
- and he catches you pantless but with a shirt long enough to cover some part of you.
- "what the fuck..?!" you panted, face completely flushed and your shirt wrinkled.
- "whoops." he turned to look the other way. "you're not that slick as you'd think." he chuckles.
- and all you wanted to do was crawl to the closest dark space and hide your face away forever.
Jean Pierre Polnareff
- this was wrong. he knew this was wrong and he felt like a dirty, pervert for intruding your personal space.
- his mouth felt dry, his hands trembled slightly as the grip he had on your doorknob tightened.
- all it took was one moan. one noise coming from your room and he had his ear pressed against the door like a creep.
- on the other side of the door, you fucked yourself against your favorite toy. your legs were trembling.
- and you were thinking about polnareff. his big strong arms and his big strong chest trapping you.
- but the french man felt the same about you, any little hint you threw at his direction of you being a tease seriously got to him. and he it followed him when he was alone, touching himself.
- but you wished he was here right now, watching you make a complete mess out of yourself.
- you felt that familiar feeling pooling by your tummy, your free hand desperate to hold on to something. anything.
- and you came all over the toy, your eyes completely shut as you bit your lower lip.
- polnareff had walked in at the right time, he stood there with his mouth slightly agape. did he hear his name correctly?
- and once you opened your eyes, you tensed up when you actually see him there.
How about some headcanons about hand size differences (preferably reader's are smaller) with stardust crusaders? I crave something sweet and sappy
I feel you I have some tiny baby hands 💔 but this idea is literally adorbs 🥹🥹🫰
Tags: Gender neutral reader, SFW and fluff
Jotaro Cujoh
- The first time Jotaro realizes how small your hands are compared to his, it’s almost accidental. You reach for his hand while walking, and his fingers completely envelop yours. He pauses mid-step, glancing down with that familiar, unreadable expression - but his ears tint slightly pink.
- He doesn’t make it a big deal, but the difference quietly fascinates him. When you hold hands, he sometimes traces circles with his thumb over your knuckles - not consciously flirtatious, more like he’s grounding himself through it.
- Jotaro has a subtle protective streak about it. If you reach for something high or handle something heavy, he’ll wordlessly take over. Sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until you tease him, which earns you an exasperated “Yare yare daze.”
- When you’re studying or reading together, you’ll notice him absentmindedly fiddling with your fingers - lining them up against his own, flexing his hand to see how much bigger it is. It’s one of the few times he smiles openly, if softly.
- If you ever wear his gloves or try to mimic his pose with your hands in your pockets, he’ll watch you with that half-smirk that barely touches his eyes but means everything. He never says it out loud, but he loves how his things look oversized on you.
- During fights or dangerous moments, he’ll grab your wrist instead of your hand - partly so he doesn’t hurt you with his grip. There’s a tenderness in that small gesture; he knows exactly how strong he is and treats you with deliberate care.
- You once teased him by calling his hands “perfect for a hero.” He scoffed, muttered something about “idiot,” but you saw how his hand tightened slightly around yours afterward, holding on a little longer than usual.
- In quieter moments - like when stargazing or on long train rides - he’ll hold your hand loosely in his lap, thumb resting against the edge of your finger. It’s less about romance in those moments and more about silent reassurance: you’re there, safe, real.
Joseph Joestar
- The moment Joseph notices how small your hands are compared to his, he immediately points it out - loudly. Expect a, “Whaaaat?! Look at this, your hand’s tiny!” as he dramatically presses your palms together just to show off the size difference.
- He’ll use it as an excuse to flirt constantly. If you try to reach for something, he’ll swoop in with an exaggerated “Allow me, sugar! These big, strong hands weren’t made for nothing!” while striking a heroic pose.
- Despite the theatrics, he genuinely loves holding your hand. He’ll lace his fingers through yours and occasionally wiggle them just to make you giggle at how easily your hand gets lost in his.
- When you’re walking together, he’ll make a point of swinging your hands or gently bumping his shoulder against yours. The playful energy keeps things light, but underneath it, there’s genuine affection and pride in being close to you.
- Joseph secretly melts when you press your smaller hands against his cheeks or tug on his sleeve to get his attention. He’ll grin and kiss your fingertips because he can’t resist hamming it up every time.
- During calmer moments - like sitting in the hotel or at camp - he’ll trace patterns on your palm while rambling about past adventures. It’s soothing for both of you, though he’d never admit how fond that habit has become.
- He occasionally jokes that your small hands make his look “extra manly.” But if you ever get self-conscious about it, he immediately drops the jokes and says something surprisingly sweet, like “Nah, I love ’em that way. They fit perfectly with mine.”
- When he gets older, the teasing softens into something more nostalgic. He might look at your intertwined hands and chuckle, murmuring, “Guess time doesn’t change everything, huh?” before kissing the back of your hand like he always used to.
Jean Pierre Polnareff
- The moment Polnareff notices how small your hands are next to his, he gasps as if it’s the most romantic discovery in the world. He’ll clasp your hand in both of his and declare something like, “Mon dieu! Your hands are so tiny and perfect, just like you!” - earning a laugh (and maybe an eye-roll) from everyone nearby.
- He’s all about physical affection. He loves holding your hand, kissing your fingers, and dramatically pressing your hand to his chest while saying something like, “You hold my heart right here, chérie!” He means every word, even if he adds flair for show.
- When you walk together, he insists on intertwining your fingers because he likes the way your hand disappears in his. He’ll sometimes hold your hand up next to his and grin, calling himself your “bigger, handsomer protector.”
- Despite his flamboyant nature, Polnareff is genuinely tender. If your hands ever get cold, he’ll immediately take them in both of his and rub them warm, murmuring soft little comments in French that he pretends you don’t understand.
- He’s a sucker for cute, domestic habits - like watching you cook, write, or fiddle with your hair. He’ll always find some way to compliment how “graceful” your hands look when you do even the smallest thing.
- When you hold his face with both hands, he practically melts. He’ll close his eyes, grin, and say, “Ah, mon amour, I am but putty in your delicate little hands.” He means it every time.
- In private, Polnareff sometimes gets quiet - his usual bravado replaced by something softer. He’ll play with your fingers, tracing little hearts on your palm while talking about his dreams or teasingly imagining your future together.
- If you ever feel self-conscious about having small hands, he won’t have it. He’ll kiss each knuckle, one by one, and tell you with absolute sincerity, “They’re perfect. They make everything you touch look loved.”
Noriaki Kakyoin
- The first time he notices how small your hands are, it’s pure curiosity. He gently takes your hand while you’re walking and studies the size difference, his eyes softening as he smiles. “You’re delicate,” he says, not mockingly, but as if he’s genuinely in awe.
- Kakyoin has a calm way of showing affection. When you sit together - whether you’re sketching, reading, or just relaxing - he’ll absentmindedly hold your hand, his thumb tracing gentle, rhythmic patterns along your fingers.
- He loves comparing your hands to his when you’re both doing something creative, like painting or playing games. He finds it cute how you try to match his finger movements and sometimes slips his hand over yours to “guide” you, even if you don’t really need the help.
- Kakyoin is reserved in public, but hand-holding is an exception. Your smaller hand fits perfectly in his, and he quietly likes the idea that he can protect you with such a simple gesture. It reminds him that you’re there - something worth cherishing in a dangerous journey.
- He occasionally teases you by holding something up just out of your reach, but it’s always good-natured. He’ll relent immediately, slipping his hand back into yours afterward as if to say he didn’t mean to let go for long.
- When you gesture animatedly while talking, he finds himself watching your hands more than listening to your words - fascinated by how expressive you can be. It becomes one of his favorite things about you.
- If you ever complain about your small hands, Kakyoin smiles softly and says something like, “They’re perfect the way they are.” Then he’ll lace his fingers between yours and remark how naturally they fit together - like it was meant to be that way.
- In quiet moments under the stars or while resting between battles, he’ll hold your hand against his chest, feeling both your heartbeat and his. The size difference becomes less about appearance and more about connection - steady, intimate, grounding.
Mohammed Avdol
- Avdol notices the size difference long before he ever comments on it. He’s observant and quietly attentive, so the first time your hand brushes his - maybe when you pass him something or steady yourself beside him - he can’t help but glance down and smile faintly at how your fingers look so small next to his.
- When you hold hands, he’s careful. His grip is firm but never tight - protective yet respecting your space. There’s something grounding in the feel of your smaller hand resting in his, and he often squeezes once, gently, as a silent “I’m here.”
- Avdol finds beauty in subtle gestures. He might take your hand when telling you something serious, rubbing his thumb slowly across your knuckles. It’s his way of steadying both of you while he speaks.
- In moments of rest, he likes to study your hand - always with gentle curiosity. He’ll trace the lines of your palm and sometimes compare them to his, smiling quietly when he realizes how much larger and rougher his own are. “You have hands meant for creating,” he might murmur, “while mine were forged to protect.”
- He treasures the contrast. When you cradle his face or tug on his robe sleeve, he feels this surge of warmth - because it reminds him of how love can exist in both strength and softness.
- If your hands ever get cold, Avdol will wrap both of his around yours and blow a soft stream of warm air between them, chuckling when you tease him about using Magician’s Red instead. “A flame that close might burn,” he says, “and your hands are too precious for that.”
- During quiet nights on the Crusaders’ journey, he sometimes holds your hand as you fall asleep. The simple contact reassures him that, in a world as unpredictable as theirs, some things - your presence, your trust - remain constant.
- Avdol doesn’t say “I love you” constantly, but when he looks from your hand to your eyes after a moment of soft silence, you can always tell. The way his thumb traces your skin speaks louder than words ever could.
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Polnareff and lovergirl reader?? As dramatic as him. Writes poems, sings songs full of yearning for him and always there to give him a kiss on the cheek or intertwine pinkies like he kept dreaming about for so long. Bonus if she's also a french native speaker (not necessarily from France, cuz I'm not lol)
Hope I'm not getting his character wrong, I'm new to the fandom
polnareff x lover girl reader !
A/n : thank you sm for the request ! And im sorry this took so long omg. I originally had a totally different plan for this idea, which is why it took so long, but I think I'll still be posting that one for anyone interested !
Cw : none !
- When you first met Polnareff, it was an accident. You were a tourist in France, and he was just a regular Frenchman. You were looking for a cafe that seemed to be all the rage amongst both the people of France and tourists. To your dismay, you couldn't find it. Your head swiveled from left to right as you walked down street after street. You were completely and utterly lost.
- Polnareff spotted you, your frantic look, and your eyes darting from street to street. And out of the kindness of his heart, and maybe because of the beauty that was across the street, looking like she may need help. He decided it would be the best time to help you out. He came up to you all smooth, asking if you needed help. “Avez-vous besoin d'aide?"
- Since that moment the two of you have been head over heels for each other. The perfect couple, as many would say. He was one to show his affection by physical touch, and you were the same.
- He dreamed of a girl that would do the things he'd been dreaming of, so when he finally met her, let's just say he wasn't letting go.
- The first time you kissed his cheek and held his hand, he could've cried right then and there. Tears brimmed at the corners of his eyes as he dramatically wiped them from his eyes. He gripped your hand like it would be the last time, clinging onto something he hoped would last forever.
- He's super affectionate, so he's happy when you're the type to reciprocate all the things he's giving you. When you search for cuddles, he's overwhelmed with joy; when you want to just hold hands for fun, his heart is melting like, “Omg, she's so adorable.”
- He is beyond obsessed with you. He loves to have you in his presence, even when you aren't saying anything. He loves to yap about his day while cuddling in bed, his hair messily out of its usual form, white locks laid out everywhere.
- The fact that you can also speak French is a huge bonus. He’ll say words in French, knowing that you understand. The two of you switch between English and French.
- If you have a native language, he loves when you teach him how to say different things, and he’ll use the things you teach him constantly.
- Handwritten notes are something he loves. He loves when he finds them in random spots, on the fridge, the table, the couch, or literally just anywhere. He keeps them in a little box under the bed and treasures them. He reads them every morning and night.
- When you're sleeping in bed at night and mumble his name in your sleep while pulling him close. He immediately wraps his arms around you, making sure you're comfortable and warm.
- He has a strong urge to protect. When he sees that you're sick, injured, or whatever it may be, he's right by your side, making sure that you're okay. Constantly checking on you, giving you medicine, the whole thing.
- When the two of you go out, you keep note of things that you think he would like and gift them to him no matter if it's a special day or not, and he's over the moon about it. He keeps it like his one and only. If he runs out of space, he’ll just make more room, but he never gives or throws away ANY of the things that you give him.
- When you're out in public, you're always clinging to his arm or holding his hand, basically just always touching him. He's always trying not to crack a smile, or he'll just say some corny shit about how he's a lucky man or how he'll protect you from anything, and it's always so amusing.
hello!! i’ve seen your post and writing i love it, can i request where the reader sits on the stardust crusaders lap because there is no space in the car?
⋆.𐙚 ̊ "Theres no space?!"
Pairing: sdc x reader
Content: In which theres no space in the car and your forced to sit in their lap !
Joseph⸝⸝
- He’s already complaining about his old bones as soon as you sit down.
- Because he is naturally so loud, nearly the whole ride you just hear him talking in your ear, which sounds less like his inside voice and more like his outside voice.
- He doesn't even know where to put his arms or anything, so most of the ride they’re just resting in this awkward position because he literally doesn't even know where else to put them.
- Surprisingly, he doesn't even seem all that phased by the situation; he’s kind of just like, “Oh my god, okay," and then he just sits down.
- He is also quite comfortable with you on his lap, despite the crammed car.
Avdol⸝⸝
- Avdol is more than a gentleman, so when they mention that the car seems a bit too small and you'll have to sit on his lap, he just accepts it.
- The whole ride he's asking you if you're okay or if you're uncomfortable with him resting his hands on your waist, since there doesn't seem to be much space in the car, considering that there are five buff men packed into one tiny car, like sardines in a can.
- We all know that Joseph's driving is almost enough to kill everyone in the car, so he just tries his best to keep you from sliding around.
- He keeps it more calm and composed despite the fact that you two are so close.
- He's lowkey just chilling, so between the two of you, the vibe is quite peaceful and calm.
- He also talks quietly enough so that he's not too loud in your ear, unlike Joseph.
Jotaro⸝⸝
- In response to this whole ordeal, he just pulls his hat lower against his face and tries not to think about the fact that he’ll have a whole person in his lap for the whole ride.
- He just tends to look out the window the whole ride, but to be fair, he can't really look forward since you're in his lap.
- He keeps his hand on you, protecting you from moving around despite the bumpy roads, and he keeps it there the whole time. He doesn't move his hand or anything; it's just there, firm and tight against your hip.
- He doesn't even move the whole ride; he's as stiff as a board. You're not sure if it's because he's scared to move even an inch or just because he wants to make a better surface for you to sit on.
- He does even mind the situation all that much. He doesn't complain or huff and puff; he just accepts that this is how it's gonna be for a while, but of course he does say his famous “good grief” line, but it's not because he's annoyed, but because that's just what he says to everything.
Kakyoin ⸝⸝
- He just offers himself to be sat on because he's just a gentleman like that.
- The whole ride you can just feel his muscles tense with every bump in the road as he tries his best to stop you from going flying across the car, knowing how the old man drives.
- His grip is a lot more gentle, as he tries to keep you steady, making sure that you feel comfortable in the position you're sitting in.
- To ease the awkwardness of the ride, he’ll pull out something to keep the both of you entertained as he rests his chin against your shoulder.
- He's honestly flustered the whole time, but he tries his best to hide just how flustered he is.
Polnareff⸝⸝
- Somehow he treats this opportunity as an honor even if it is just a car ride for at least an hour.
- He's constantly moving and shifting around the whole time, whether it's because he's uncomfortable with the way he's sitting or because he just can't help it.
- He talks your ear off the whole time. And I mean the whole time. He's just yapping about different topics or just a recap on the journey that you've done so far.
- He does make sure that he keeps you steady against the bumps and turns of the roads, his hands pressed gently against your waist.
- He's really just full-on flirting, resting his chin on your shoulder to “get a better look at the outside," or he’ll just make smug remarks that show just how much he's enjoying his little incident, and deep down he just hopes it'll happen again.
Hellohelo! I was wondering if you could write how the stardust crusaders and team bucciarati's stands showing affection? Like.. the character is busy doing something while their stand is out, and the stand comes over and shows us some love?
If you'd only like to do one, could you please do the stardust crusaders? This is seriously my favourite trope, but it's hardly ever done.. guys, stands are manifestations of the soul.. puhleaseee use them!! Anyways, thank you !!!
Yeessss!! I love this! It makes me all giddy thinking about it ;~;
I really hope you enjoy this, I had a blast writing it!! And please feel free to tell me if you want anything changed
Prompt: Their stand showing their affection for you
He stood a few feet from you, actively trying to ignore you and the effect you had on him, when he suddenly felt it. His own stand, Star Platinum had betrayed his nonchalance and wandered over to you while he was searching for unwanted danger.
It was anything but what Jotaro portrayed: gentle, affectionate and loving. The purple stand hugged you softly from behind, kissing your cheek with the most adorable look on its face.
It smiled brightly at you, and held you the way its user was afraid to. Finding it absolutely endearing, you gently caressed its cheek, making it lean into your warm touch with a soft hum.
The last straw came when you kissed its cheek, just like it had done to you. His face growing red, Jotaro covered his it with his hat, feeling too embarrassed to do anything.
What surprised you was that he didn't call it back. He just stood there, quietly bathing in the affection you indirectly gave him through his stand.
He all but thanked the gods that no one was there to witness it.
Kakyoin
You were making some tea for yourself, quietly humming when you suddenly felt a presence next to you. It wasn't hostile, making your initial shock feel pointless.
As you recognised it as Kakyoin's stand; Hierophant Green, you smiled, knowing why it was here. It wasn't the first time he had come to you to show you his love, and Kakyoin was aware.
When it took your hand and pulled you towards its chest in a gentle embrace, you hugged it back, much to its amusement. As it hugged you tighter, lifting your body from the ground its user felt the interaction through his stand.
Not wanting to make a scene out of it, Kakyoin quietly hummed in satisfaction, watching you be affectionate with his stand in amusement. He couldn't sat he didn't like it, so he allowed it.
When you started drawing little circles into Hierophant Green's chest, Kakyoin almost combusted from how flustered he got. A very panicked looking Kakyoin then suddenly called his stand back, too embarrassed to make up an excuse, making you giggle.
"Next time, don't call him back." You said winking at him, and he swore he felt his heart stop.
Polnareff
Polnareff always wanted to show you how much he cared, but never acted upon it, afraid of entering your personal space. He knew his affection could be a bit much, especially towards you.
So when he felt your touch on his hand, he thought he'd started to imagine things... until he noticed that his stand was nowhere near him. Panicking, he hurried to find you. When he did, he saw you huddled close to his stand, gently scraping your nails on its arms as it hummed in approval, a look of passion in its eyes.
"Y/n! I'm sorry, I swear it wasn't on purpose!" He sounded panicked, almost ashamed. "Oh hush, he's just being sweet." You reassured him, making his worry fade almost instantly.
As he stood there awkwardly, you felt for the poor guy. This interaction told you one thing; he was scared of showing you his feelings, so his stand did it for him.
"Jealous?" You teased, making the silver haired man lock eyes with you immediately. "Of my own stand? no...” he scoffed. “Maybe." He corrected himself scratching his neck.
You took it as a sign that it was your turn to act, and pulled Polnareff into your arms and kissing his cheek. "Don't be afraid to show me what you feel, Polly~" His heart melted at your words, newfound determination coursing through his veins.
A smug grin appeared on his face "Deal."
Joseph
We all know this man LOVES to tease, and it would be no different when his stand was involved. And oh is he a sucker for it.
You were gently cleaning the table after eating, Joseph sitting idly with a cup of coffee and newspapers in his hands, enjoying some quiet time.
Minding your own business, you suddenly felt something wrap around your torso, almost in a hug like sense. Looking down, you found Hermit Purple, making its way towards your arm, further trapping you in a gentle grasp.
"Ahem." Joseph looked up, assessing the situation at hand. He looked for a good while, almost as if he didn't notice his own stand wrapped around you, until he abruptly jolted up. "OH- shit! sorry." He was about to call his stand back, until you stopped him.
"No need to, it's kind of nice." You blushed, feigning innocence in your voice. Joseph's face morphed from terror to confusion in seconds, until it turned into amusement.
"Oh~ You like it?" He closed the distance, his stand still wrapped around you as he all but hovered over your form.
"I'd like it more if it was on purpose." You teased further as he replaced his stand with his big arms, a playful smirk on his face. "Noted. I'll make sure to do it more often then. For your sake."
Avdol
You were sipping your iced tea, enjoying the warmth of the sun when you were swiftly joined by a presence you knew all too well: Magician's Red.
It would always come check on you, worried about the safety that was fleeting for stand users. Knowing about its worry, you always reassured it by soothing it tenderly, caressing its head.
Before your could even touch it, it leaned into your touch with hurry, showcasing the strong bond it had with you. Giggling at its actions, you reminded it about your safety, showing it your most gentle smile.
Feeling relief, Magician's Red moved to hold you close, careful not to burn you.
An almost panicked Avdol appeared out the doorway, afraid he had overstepped a line. "My apologies, Y/n." He tried to sound as calm as he could. "It wasn't my intention."
"It's alright, Avdol. He's just worried about me, right?" You returned your attention to the red stand, as it rubbed its head under your chin, feeling extremely affectionate in your touch.
Avdol couldn't help the smile creeping up to his mouth, as he accepted the actions of his stand, proud of the adoration you seemed to have for it.
Giorno
Giorno's stand was just as affectionate - if not more - than its user. Gold experience was touchy, yes, but it wasn't overbearing in the slightest. You loved its presence, always making you feel safe.
As he was doing paperwork at his desk, he heard your soft laughter from the other room. Realizing it had been a while since he checked on you, he stood up with a smile on his face, almost unable to wait to see you.
When he opened the door, the sight suprised him. His own stand was keeping you company, making all sorts of flowers for you to enjoy. Every time you would smell a flower and exhale a soft hum, it would visibly get excited, happy to make you happy.
He leaned into the doorframe, quietly observing you and his stand make gentle interactions, wearing an almost smug smile. He loved that it made you feel safe enough to engage in silliness, and took great pride in it as well.
When you leaned in to give his stand a kiss on its cheek, Giorno's heart fluttered, feeling your affectionate action on his own cheek. When he chuckled, you finally looked at him and quickly ushered him over.
"Giorno! Come look, Gold Experience made me all these flowers." The smile you had made his heartbeat fasten, and he loved you for accepting him. All of him.
Bruno
Standing outside, Bruno was absentmindedly keeping patrol for any danger. He had his stand Sticky Fingers out, in case he found anything hazardous.
Knowing you patrolled the other side of the building, right where he could see you out the corner of his eye, he peeked towards you, just to see if you were okay.
That's when he saw his stand holding your hand, kissing your knuckles gently as you giggled from the way it would tickle. He internally panicked, but stood still curious to see where this would escalate if he let it.
When you suddenly hugged it, Bruno felt a sense of relief seeing how even when he was further away from you, he could always make you feel safe somehow. This made him fold, and he quietly approached you, wearing his most lovely smile.
"Y/n, I think it's safe enough out here." He reached out a hand for you to grab, "Let's head inside and get something to eat." Nodding, you let go of Sticky Fingers and took his hand instead, following him inside.
Abbacchio
Abbacchio sat absentmindedly listening to his music, not a single care in the world. He enjoyed this time he had away from the louder bunch, and relaxed with you nearby. Admittedly, this is what he would truly call real relaxation.
When he looked your way out of curiosity, he saw his own stand, holding your hand. You looked at Moody Blues with such care in your eyes he would've been jealous if it wasn't his own stand.
It was drawing sweet circles on your palm, and the way you just let it happen awoke something in Abbacchio. He hesitated, not knowing whether or not he should intervene.
As you reached up to caress its head slowly, Abbacchio stood up, face all red and flustered. "Oi." It wasn't stern, just firm.
Drawing near you, he hurried to call back his stand, embarrassed of the affection he held for you - something he had been holding in - showcased in such a manner.
"What's wrong?" You looked worried, like there might be an attacker somewhere. He immediately felt bad for startling you, and calmed himself accordingly.
"Nothing, just... hold my hand instead." He timidly gave you his hand, unable to meet your eyes. You smirked, realising what was going on but decided against teasing him for now, feeling bad for the guy.
Mista
You were sitting there, eating your lunch and sharing with the pistols, all but happy in their company when you suddenly heard Mista in the distance.
"God, where are they- PISTOLS, COME BACK HERE NOW!!" You laughed quietly, giving another piece of tomato for them to share.
Number 1 and 2 ate in a hurry, while number 5 was hugging your finger closely, hiding away from 3. Seeing how scared poor number 5 was, you kissed its head, trying to console it in its crying.
At this, suddenly all the pistols wanted a kiss from you, and they swarmed your face all giving you little pecks. You laughed a little too loudly at the way it tickled, trying to reassure them. "Okay! okay, there are enough kisses for all of you."
Hearing this, Mista appeared out of nowhere, observing his pistols getting more affection than him. "There you are, I've been looking for you." He sighed, signalling for the pistols to come back. "I have food for you."
"Nooo, Y/n's feeding us!" Number 3 and 7 said in unison, making Mista worried. "I'm sorry if they bothered you, let me take them off your back." He looked almost... ashamed.
"Mista, it's fine. I love these little guys, they're great company." The way you said it made his heart race, and he reluctantly agreed. "Fine. But if they start to act up because of this, I'm blaming you."
Fugo
Fugo wouldn't dare to let his stand near you, fearing the worst. He suppressed it every time it came out to be close to you, knowing what the outcome was.
So one day, when a familiar purple smoke entered his field of vision, he hurried towards its destination, only to see Purple Haze approaching you.
You were just standing there, a worried look on your face when Fugo suddenly cried out "NOO!" and called back his stand. "What were you thinking?! You just stood there, like your life wasn't on the line." It came out a little too sternly for his liking, and you winced making him feel worse.
"He looked so... sad. Like he just wanted to be held." Your words cut him deeply, and he started to regret how harsh he had been with you.
"If you want something to hold, hold onto me." A shade of pink dusted his face as he turned away from you, a hand stretched out to you.
He jolted at the feeling of you taking it, a quiet hum escaping your voice. He didn't mind your touch at all, he just had to get used to asking for this.
Narancia
He couldn't believe it! He'd turned the corner and what he saw made him stop in his tracks and observe - really observe - what he was looking at.
It was you, with his stand laughing and having fun. He really thought he was seeing things, but after rubbing his eyes for a good 10 seconds, he still saw the same thing.
Don't get it wrong, he found it endearing how close you were to Aerosmith, but it rubbed him the wrong way when he could barely even keep your attention himself. He had a bad habit of getting quiet when you were nearby, nervous of sounding stupid.
You felt a pair of eyes looking your way, and turned to see him standing there looking unamused.
Ushering him over, he took small timid steps towards you. "Hey Nara, Aerosmith here was just showing me his cool tricks." You sounded happy enough.
"Cool?" The way you described his stand made pride swell in his chest, forgetting all about why he was so shy. "Yeah! heh, it's pretty cool." He laughed "He... uh, seems to like you."
"Yeah? Well I like him too." Your words left an impression of adoration and warmth in Narancia, taking it as you liking him too, which you did.
He leaned towards you, your shoulders touching. He couldn't stop smiling like an idiot when he saw the smile you wore.
Trish
She had learned pretty quickly to control her stand, so it surprised her when she suddenly lost control of how it acted when it saw you.
She tried to ignore it, she really did but something about the way you would hold its hand so softly made her heart race. She loved and reveled in the attention you gave it, feeling your love through Spice Girl.
As she was about to sit down and eat, she felt the same familiar touch on her hand. Turning around she saw you gently massaging the stand's hand, making her turn away with a slight blush.
When she noticed the sweet words you were saying to it, she thought she heard her own heart explode. Your sweetness was very much appreciated, and Spice Girl was about to tell you all of it when Trish quickly stopped it from revealing too much.
You giggled at her antics, taking Trish’s hand instead, inviting her to sit next to you were her stand had been.
“I’m sorry for the inconvenience my stand may cause.” Her face felt hot, eyes unable to meet yours.
“It’s all good, Trish. I like it when she comes to me, it’s great company.” You said as you squeezed her hand, and suddenly all the embarrassment it caused was well worth it to Trish.
summary: he loves using kisses as apologies
warnings: none
Even during fights, he enjoyed maintaining routines. If needed, he lets the fight sit through the night, opting to let sleep simmer down emotions so you could talk through it in the mornings.
He usually wakes up earlier than you, and even if he feels worse than he did during the night, he never misses the opportunity to land a peck to your forehead. Despite sleeping with each other’s backs facing one another, he’s built a routine, and he swears his days never feel complete without his little rituals.
As he gets up, he glances at your side, a small smile plastering his face. Despite everything, he was happy you were still beside him as he woke. He brushes the hair out of your face before placing a kiss, whispering a quiet ‘sleep well’ or a ‘good morning’ as you start to stir from his movements.
Sometimes, that was enough for the argument to blow over; the reassurance of each other’s presence eased any lingering concerns. On those days, you end up pulling him down, wrapping your arms around his neck. He lands on top of you, careful not to crush you under his weight.
“Good morning, dearest,” he repeats.
“Good morning,”
You share a kiss before you both mumble a sorry, chuckling at the simultaneous apology.
During particularly bad fights, he still works around that routine. Kiss you good morning, and kiss you right before he leaves.
The first usually works in his favour. However, when you refuse the latter, choosing to ignore him throughout the morning, he settles for something else. Sometimes it's lifting the locks of your hair and kissing the strands, sometimes it's a peck at your shoulder or even the crown of your head as you enjoy your breakfast. Without fail, he delivers a kiss, muttering, “I’ll be off now, darling.”
During small fights, he’s most likely to apologise first. As you settle in bed, he’s hugging you from behind, burying his nose into the crest between your neck and shoulder, intoxicating himself with the scent.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he whispers. He repeats those words with every kiss to your neck, shoulder, and cheeks, “Please forgive me.”
You fall for it easily, facing him to bury your reddening face into his chest, hiding your growing grin, “Fine.”
He smiles in victory, leaving a final kiss on your lips as he lifts your chin up to face him.
During days that he’s settled you were at fault, he coaxes apologies out of you. He tries to get you to understand his point of view. And he’s convinced the only way to persuade you was to drown you in affection, but never settling for a kiss, not until you admit your wrongdoings.
“Please stop teasing me,” as you try to kiss him, he dodges with a chuckle.
“I’ve yet to hear an apology, sweet thing,” he grins.
– jonathan joestar, jean pierre polnareff, bruno bucciarati, wekapipo (jjba), nanami kento, hiromi higuruma, geto suguru (jjk), tomioka giyuu, himejima gyomei (kny), toshinori yagi, eijiro kirishima, shoto todoroki (mha), your favs
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Do you perhaps write for part 9? If you don't then that's fine but if you do can I request part 9 characters x reader (fem preferably) that love quality time? Again If you don't write for part 9 can I get this with characters from part 3?
Please and thank you!!💕
i haven’t read part nine yet so no, but i can do the stardust crusaders , hope u enjoy and ty for requesting
Joseph Joestar
Loves it. Absolutely lives for it. He adores having someone who wants to spend time with him.
“You wanna hang out again already? What did I do to deserve such a sweetie?”
Tells you way too many stories from his youth, and you eat them up- even if they’re wild or barely believable.
Will drive you to random scenic spots just to chill and watch the sun go down with you.
“Quality time? Baby, we’ve got all the time in the world.”
Jotaro Kujo
He acts annoyed at first, but secretly he really needs someone like you.
He’s not talkative, but he’ll give you the time. He likes when you sit next to him and quietly do your thing.
Loves taking walks with you at night. He’ll carry your stuff, hold your hand with a quiet “yare yare daze,” and listen while you talk.
Eventually he asks for your time with little gestures- like tugging your sleeve or texting “You around?”
You’re the only person who makes him soften visibly.
Polnareff
OH HE LOVES IT. He’s so touchy and chatty and full of energy, he thrives with a partner who wants his company all the time.
He’ll drag you on spontaneous coffee dates, beach days, rooftop stargazing- anything.
Big fan of cuddling. HUGE fan. If you sit in his lap while he talks about life or sword-fighting, he might melt.
“You know what I love more than quality time? Quality time with the love of my life!”
He gets very offended if someone interrupts your time together. “This is sacred!”
Avdol
He’s such a calm and thoughtful presence that your desire for quality time touches him deeply.
Doesn’t need big gestures- he’ll happily read next to you, braid your hair, help you cook, or just sit with you in silence.
He’ll always check in with you after battles or rough days, offering that time and space you love without needing to be asked.
“Time is precious. I am honored that you give so much of yours to me.”
If you fall asleep next to him during one of your chill evenings, he will absolutely kiss your forehead and whisper something sweet in your ear.
Kakyoin
This man is a walking love language when it comes to quality time.
He never had many friends growing up, so a partner who genuinely wants to spend time with him makes his heart ache in the best way.
He’ll do anything with you- paint, game, walk, cloud-watch, gossip about the other Crusaders.
He brings you little gifts to show he’s thinking of you, even when you’re apart for a bit.
“You could sit next to me doing nothing and it’d still be the best part of my day.”
Maybe it’s just a me thing, but I love a guy with long hair!! Or just men that take really good care of their hair/themselves in general … I was thinking, maybe you could write for the jjba men who’ve got the fanciest or prettiest hair, like Polnareff, Kars, Funny Valentine, Diavolo/Doppio, Josuke, etc etc, on how they’d react to a (gender neutral) s/o playing with their hair or brushing/washing it for them? Just some really cute domestic fluff… heheh <33
Feel free to add anyone you want in here btw!! The more pretty men the better ..
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hi 🐾! yess even tho i don't check out real dudes, when it comes to fictional men? ugh i love ones with long hair like omg alucard, silva, illumi, valentine, griffith (appearance wise only lol), are some of the best looking anime dudes of all time imo haha anyway hope u enjoy and ty for requesting ^^
Kars
His hair is long, silky, and absolutely inhuman in how perfect it is.
He knows he’s beautiful. But when you offer to brush or wash it for him? His pride cracks.
At first, he lounges smugly in your lap like, “Very well. I’ll allow it.”
But as soon as your fingers scratch gently against his scalp…?
Kars.exe has stopped working.
He goes quiet, blinking slowly, breath softening. His whole body starts to melt under you like some majestic evil cat.
You hum a little while brushing, and he tries not to show it- but his heart beats louder every time you do.
“You’re... good at this,” he mutters, low. “Too good. Are you trying to tame me?”
Honestly? He might propose just from the sensation alone.
Diavolo
His hair is dramatic, iconic, and you’re the only one allowed to touch it.
The first time you brush it, he’s incredibly stiff- he doesn’t know how to relax.
But you go slowly, murmuring softly, fingers gentle on his scalp. And he sinks.
Eventually ends up with his head in your lap, eyes half-lidded, arms wrapped around your waist like a sleepy cat demon.
“Don’t tell anyone about this,” he mutters. “They’d never fear me again.”
He hums, low and content, when you braid little bits of his hair.
If you kiss the crown of his head after brushing it? He actually shivers.
Will literally murder someone if they insult your styling work.
Doppio
The sweetest reaction out of everyone.
He’s so excited and nervous the first time you say “Can I wash your hair?”
“W-Wait, really? You want to?”
Adorable little noises when you massage shampoo into his scalp. Laughs a little when it gets on his nose.
Closes his eyes and kicks his feet up contentedly.
You can style it however you want after. He adores when you tie a ribbon in his bangs or braid it.
Doppio genuinely gets emotional and says “I’ve never felt this kind of care before…”
Curls into you afterward and holds your hand the whole night.
Funny Valentine
His hair is LUXURY INCARNATE. Fluffy, styled, perfectly voluminous.
He insists on his usual high-end treatments, but the first time you say “Let me do it for you”, he raises an eyebrow.
“Hmph. Let’s see if you can meet presidential standards.”
Spoiler: You do. You exceed them.
You sit him down, gently wet and shampoo his hair, and he is struck dumb.
Has to grip the edge of the bath to stay composed.
“Mmm… don’t stop. That pressure is divine…”
Gets addicted. Wants you to run your fingers through his hair while he’s signing executive orders.
He starts scheduling “private spa evenings” just for the two of you. Candles. Wine. Your hands in his hair.
Polnareff
Oh my gosh. He’s SO dramatic about this.
You even touch his hair and he goes, “Mon dieu! Are you trying to seduce me??”
But he’s already turning around and sitting between your legs with a grin.
He absolutely purrs when you brush it down.
Tries to be flirtatious, but ends up blissing out.
You start humming while brushing and he gets dangerously close to falling asleep in your lap.
“You must’ve been an angel in your past life… no mortal’s hands should feel this good…”
Will tell everyone in the group that you “groomed a lion.”
“I feel reborn,” he declares, doing like…vogue hand poses around his hairdo.
Josuke Higashikata
Say the words “I’ll brush your hair for you” and he BLUSHES HARD.
“W-Wha?! Seriously? I mean- I guess, if you really wanna…”
You get him to sit down, and he’s so tense at first- but you start with gentle strokes and he melts.
“Oh my god… why does that feel so good?!”
You work a bit of leave-in conditioner through those thick waves and he starts babbling, “You’re seriously amazing, babe.”
He secretly hopes you’ll do this every week.
Loves when you run your nails gently along his scalp. It gives him goosebumps.
“Can I return the favor? I wanna brush your hair next time…”
Gyro Zeppeli
He’s all big swagger and grins until you offer to brush his braid out and oil his scalp.
“…Really? You know how to do it right?”
The moment you start: Silence.
This big loud man just goes completely boneless.
“Ohhh fuck, yeah, that’s- yeah, yeah, you can keep doin’ that. That’s the spot.”
Loves when you smooth the front of his hairline and re-braid it with pretty little gold beads.
Hii(≧∇≦)/ can u write Avdol, Polnareff and Kars x reader that gets cuteness aggression for them (*ˊᗜˋ*) like randomly squeezing or biting them
Take care( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ i just finished part3 and ive binged ur whole acc LOL i love it٩(♡ε♡ )۶
hiii ♡ yepp, and that's awesome, u still have a lot of amazing parts ahead of u when ur able to get to them ^^ part 3 is probably my fav haha thank you for requesting and i hope u enjoy <3♡<3♡
Avdol
At first, he’s just kind of startled every time you do it. Like he’ll be sitting there minding his business and suddenly you’ve got your arms around him in a full squeeze.
“Y/N…? Is something wrong?” and you’re just like “Nope. You’re just cute.”
Once you explain “cuteness aggression” to him, he gets it immediately… and then starts noticing the signs before it happens.
Like the way your eyes get all big, or you just stare at him for a suspiciously long time before launching yourself at him.
Pretends to act exasperated when you squeeze him really tight (“Careful, you’ll break my ribs”), but he’s secretly so soft about it.
If you bite him??? He’ll be so caught off guard. “...Did you just bite me?” But there’s the tiniest smile on his lips like he finds it way more endearing than he’s letting on.
The man is warm all the time, so you love latching onto him for a cuddle like a heated plush.
If you do it in public, he’ll gently clear his throat like he’s trying to keep his composure, but won’t stop you.
Once in a while, he’ll hug you out of nowhere to “return the favor,” but he’s always gentler.
Polnareff
Oh he EATS this up. Thrives on it.
First time you squeeze him he’s just like “Hah! What’s this? You can’t resist me, huh~?” and you’re like “No, actually, I literally can’t”
You’ll be walking down the street and suddenly bear hug from behind and he’s just like “Mon dieu, you scared me- wait, no, do it again.”
Biting him??? He loves it. He’ll flex his arm like “Go on, cherie, right here, strongest muscle~” and you’re like “Polnareff I’m gonna bite you for real.”
Will 100% bite you back. In a playful way. Like he’ll lean over and gently nip your cheek if you’re cuddling.
You have absolutely tackled him into the couch before because you couldn’t stand how cute he looked. He lives for it.
He totally brags about it to the others- “You know Y/N loves me so much they have to bite me, right?”
Lets you hang off his arm like you’re attached by a clip. Thinks it’s adorable.
One time you squeezed him so hard he actually lost his balance and you both toppled over, and now he calls it “our signature move.”
Kars
Oh. Oh this is dangerous. You have to explain to him what “cuteness aggression” is, and at first he’s like “…You want to harm me because I’m aesthetically pleasing?”
You’re like “NO it’s because I love you so much my brain shorts out” and he just smirks like “Hmph. Of course.”
If you squeeze him without warning, he’ll let you… but will give you that smug little look that says he knows you can’t resist him.
The biting? He’s amused. Like really amused. “Careful. If you start a biting game, I will win.”
He is very strong, so if you try to squish him he’ll sometimes flex so you can’t get your arms around him, just to tease you.
Occasionally he’ll grab you suddenly and squeeze so tight your feet leave the ground. Calls it “returning the ritual.”
If you do it while he’s distracted- like mid-conversation- he’ll pause, blink at you, and then just lean into it like “Yes. Continue.”
Totally encourages it because it feeds his ego. You telling him “You’re so cute I wanna bite you” is basically music to his ears.
If anyone else sees it, he acts all nonchalant, but the moment you’re alone he’s like “You must truly adore me to behave so ferally.”
hi hello a silly idea for you: do you remember the whole magnet situation advol and Joseph got into? i think it would be funny if advol, Joseph and polneraff (i think that’s his name) being in that same situation but with their s/o LMAO
it would be funny thinking about how Joseph and advol would be tweaking cause this is the second time it’s happened
hii lol yeah i def remember that moment, this is a funny idea- thank you for requesting xD
Joseph Joestar
The SECOND Joseph realizes what’s happening, his soul leaves his body. Like full war flashbacks. He freezes, stares at his hands, then at you, then at the random metal object flying toward both of you, and screams something along the lines of “NO. NO. NOT AGAIN. I PAID MY DUES.”
Unfortunately for him, the magnets do not care.
You get yanked chest-first into him, and Joseph is immediately doing that panicked flail where he’s trying to keep his hands VERY visibly not doing anything incriminating. He’s talking a mile a minute, apologizing, explaining, swearing this has happened before and it was “WAY WORSE, YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, ”
The universe does not care.
Every time he tries to step away, you snap right back together like Velcro. At one point, a bunch of loose metal clatters onto his back, forcing him to hunch forward, which pushes your faces dangerously close. He goes red. Full tomato. Can’t even look at you.
Polnareff will NOT stop laughing. Avdol looks like he’s aged ten years.
Joseph is desperately trying to hold onto a lamp post to keep you from sticking even closer. When that fails and you end up basically pressed against him, he sighs, resigns himself, and awkwardly rests his chin on top of your head like, “Well. If I’m dying like this, I’m doing it respectfully.”
Once the panic fades, one arm settles around you to steady both of you. “Hey… you okay?” he asks, like you’re not literally glued to him. Second time or not, he still hates that you got dragged into this nonsense.
Avdol
Avdol knows immediately what’s happening.
The instant metal starts shifting, his expression goes from calm to pure, haunted disbelief. He closes his eyes, breathes in, and whispers, “This… has happened before.”
You barely get time to process that before you’re pulled flush against him. Unlike Joseph, Avdol doesn’t panic, but you can FEEL the tension in his body. He’s standing stock-still, jaw clenched, hands hovering uselessly at his sides like he’s afraid to touch you wrong.
“This is… unfortunate,” he says carefully, as if understatement might save him.
Joseph loses it in the background. “UNFORTUNATE??”
Avdol is painfully aware of every point of contact. Where you’re pressed to his chest, the warmth of you, the way your shoulder fits under his chin when he tilts his head slightly to avoid breathing directly on your neck. He keeps apologizing in a low, earnest voice, promising he’ll fix this, swearing you shouldn’t be subjected to this nonsense.
The worst part is when a stray metal bar snaps onto his back, forcing him to bend forward slightly, and suddenly your faces are inches apart. You catch the faintest hint of embarrassment in his eyes. He looks away first.
When Joseph starts yelling about “history repeating itself,” Avdol snaps back, “THIS IS NOT THE TIME,” but you can hear the stress under it.
Once things calm down, he gently places a hand on your back to keep you steady. It’s protective, careful. “Please tell me if you’re uncomfortable,” he murmurs. Even magnetically doomed, he’s still the most respectful man here.
Polnareff
Polnareff has exactly five seconds of confusion before he goes, “Oh. OH. This is kinda, ”
Avdol and Joseph yell at him simultaneously.
You get dragged into him with zero warning, and Polnareff just instinctively catches you, arms wrapping around your waist so you don’t both topple over.
“Hey, hey! Easy there,” he laughs nervously, trying to joke through it, even as more metal slams into him and pins you closer. “Wow, uh, guess the universe really wants us close, huh?”
Joseph is screaming. Avdol is pinching the bridge of his nose.
Polnareff keeps cracking jokes to cope, but every time you shift or laugh or try to move, you snap right back into him, and his voice gets just a little less confident. His ears turn pink. “Okay, okay, maybe don’t move like that, !”
At one point, you’re basically stuck cheek-to-cheek, and Polnareff’s internal monologue is absolutely fried. He’s trying so hard to be normal about it, to not make it weird, but his grip tightens just slightly like, “I got you, don’t worry.”
When metal starts piling onto both of you, he positions himself so it hits him instead. “I’ll take it,” he says quickly, no hesitation.
Once the effect finally wears off, he lingers just a second longer before stepping away. Clears his throat. “Uh. Well. That was… something.”
Then immediately asks if you’re okay, way more serious than he’s been the whole time.
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please write more perv-nareff. i didn’t know i needed it until now omg
proximity: jean pierre polnareff x fem! reader
minors dni!
a/n: you guys ate up the last polnareff piece (as you should because polnareff deserves all the love and attention). and naturally, i love writing for the frenchman. so, here's more polnareff! thank you anon for this request and inspiration of writing more pervy polnareff... lowkey obsessed with the idea now, honestly. lots of love, and enjoy!
summary: polnareff gets a little distracted when you two share a bed together.
warnings: smut containing jerking off, teasing, pervy polnareff, slight dom reader & sub polnareff, riding, dirty talk, petnames (mon amour)
word count: 949
The hotel room is silent, save for the mechanical whir of the air conditioner and your soft snores dancing in the air.
He’s trying to be quiet, but the soft ‘schlick’ of his hand dragging deliciously up and down his cock makes it hard. His other hand presses firmly against his mouth to stifle the noises that threaten to slip through.
Polnareff idly wonders through the haze of pleasure if he should just take this to the bathroom or douse himself with a cold shower. But he doesn’t pull away, instead he remains there while you’re sleeping by his side with his fist pumping his drooling cock.
Your scent floods his senses from how close you are, only spurring him on even further with each tug and thrust of his hips upwards to meet his calloused palm. And he’s nearly right there, dangling on the cusp of pleasure with the tightening of his balls and the twitch of his cock.
“Jean?”
Polnareff’s body stiffens, hand pausing yet still wrapped around his cock as he can feel your eyes on him without even having to look. So, he doesn’t. His eyes remain closed, silently praying for the moment to end or for it to simply be some kind of messed up nightmare.
The bed creaks, and he feels you shift at his side with the rustling of the sheets filling his ears. You say his name again, softer this time. Almost as if you hadn’t just caught him quite literally with his pants down.
“Look at me.”
A blue orb slowly peeks open to find that you’re already looking at him, but there’s no disgust in your features or voice. There’s nothing that makes him feel even worse for doing such a lewd act beside you while you slept. No, instead, you began to smile.
It tugs at the corners of your lips as you shift towards him with your hands bunching in the sheets at your sides. Your fingers twitch against the fabric before smoothing across them, and your eyes rake across his bare body where they linger at where his pants are bunched at his thighs to expose his aching cock.
“You don’t think I didn’t hear you?”
His eyes widen in the darkness, especially when you’re moving to sling a leg over his waist. You settle there, straddling his hips with your knees planted firmly on either side of Polnareff’s body against the mattress where it dips under your combined weight. He can barely make out your figure even with the sliver of moonlight cascading through the curtains, but he can certainly feel you as your hands drag across his broad chest.
“You’re so naughty for touching yourself right beside me,” you hum aloud, fingertips brushing against his pectorals with your nails grazing across the flushed skin.
“Or maybe you wanted me to catch you.”
His breath hitches in his throat when you shove your panties and sleep shorts to the side in one fluid motion, yet his hands remain frozen at your hips with his twitching digits unsure of what to do next.
“Is that what you wanted, Jean?”
Polnareff’s lips part, but there’s no answer. Not until you sink down onto his cock and draw a long, low groan from the depths of his chest that rumbles underneath your hands. He’s touching you now with his large hands scrambling for purchase at your hips as his head falls back against the pillows, eyebrows furrowing together at the sudden wet, hot warmth of your pussy enveloping his cock.
“M-Merde!” he chokes out when your ass meets the tops of his thighs and his cock now fully seated deep inside of you.
You gaze down at Polnareff with half-lidded eyes while slowly beginning to grind up and down on his length with every rock having the Frenchman panting below you. His hips instinctively roll upwards to meet the torturous rhythm you’ve set, the pleasure bordering on nearly painful with how tightly you’re squeezing him.
“Mon amour…”
His fingers tighten in a bruising grip at your hips as you bounce on his cock, grunts and moans melding together with your own hands splaying across his firm chest to steady yourself.
“Ah, please,” he groans out, and his chest heaves under your hold - thrusting upwards to meet you halfway.
“S'il te plaît… I c-can’t-”
You coo above him even despite the sweat that beads at your brow with the bed creaking under your movements and your pussy fluttering around his pulsating cock to bring him even closer to his imminent orgasm.
“You wanna cum, Jean?”
Polnareff is quick to nod in response, but the words die in his throat when he groans before biting his bottom lip to stifle his noises. But that only spurs you on more, wet squelches and the slapping of skin against skin filling the air as you watch his eyes roll backwards.
“Cum for me then.”
He gives a final thrust upwards into your cunt with a choked cry, filling you up even as you continue to ride him with cum and your essence coating his cock all the way down to the base. Your pace finally slows to a gentle grind as you hum and stroke a hand along his bicep.
“Don’t think we’re done just yet,” you softly sigh before hooking your fingers in the material of your shirt and peeling it off your torso. It’s tossed to the side, and Polnareff swallows at the sight of your exposed skin as his body still buzzes from his high with a grunt at how you’re still sliding up and down his length.
Mornings were always your favorite for a variety of reasons.You enjoyed a warm cup of coffee, sugar and cream in the dark liquid that melded together on your tongue. Breakfast foods were easily your favorite too: pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, and the like. But there was one other glaringly obvious reason that you considered morning to be the best time of the day, and you were looking at it right now.
Polnareff’s cock sits half-hard in his boxers as you lay curled on your side with an arm tucked under your head. You drink in the Frenchman’s sleeping form with half-lidded eyes, orbs lingering on the way his broad chest rises and falls with each breath and the peaceful expression settled across his features. His snores bounce off the walls of the bedroom, and that causes you to smile before you’re scooting closer to him.
You slowly reach out a hand and drag a finger across the outline of the length stirring to life in his boxers. With a flicker of your eyes towards his face again to make sure he’s still asleep, you tug at the elastic wrapped around his hips before tugging the material to bunch around his thighs. It was only then that you slowly and carefully shift to crawl between his parted legs as the mattress softly creaks under you.
But Polnareff is none the wiser, snores still dancing in the air as his silver hair is a mess on the pillow - framing his peaceful face like a halo with sunlight peeking through the curtains to cast a yellow sliver of light across his toned stomach.
He looks good like this, you think and commit the image to your memory before leaning in closer to where his cock hangs heavily between his legs. The scent of something clean and inherently him hangs in the air around him, no doubt from the shower he took the night prior.
Your fingertips graze against the insides of his thighs and don’t miss when the muscles underneath the skin jump at the featherlike touches. It’s only then do you lean forward, eyes fixated on Polnareff’s face when you press a kiss to the tip. Precum smears across your curled lips before you’re sticking your tongue out flick the muscle against his leaking slit.
His body twitches, but he doesn’t stir as his eyes remain closed and his chest continues its gentle rise and fall with each breath. You take that as a sign to keep going.
Your lips wrap around his cockhead with a gentle suck before shifting forward to take more of his length into your mouth. A noise comes from the back of Polnareff’s throat, low and breathy, and his face scrunches in response. He shifts, cock hardening further in your mouth now while your tongue drags along the prominent vein on the underside.
You continue to work his cock in and out of your mouth and settle on a steady pace that has you bobbing your head up and down with the occasional glance towards Polnareff’s face. Fingers twitch in the material of the pillow under his head and at the sheets as his eyelids flutter with the brush of his eyelashes against the tops of his cheeks that have a red hue crawling over the tops of them.
His thighs tense under your fingers, fingertips dancing along the warm skin with the hollowing of your cheeks around his cock that has a gasp falling from his throat. He shifts again, but this time, a hand lazily tangles in your hair with a noise of surprise settling on your ears. You look up to find a pair of blue orbs looking down at you.
“Mon amour,” Polnareff breathes out, and his head tilts backwards to rest against the pillow when you give a firm suck in response. You pull off of his cock with a wet ‘pop,’ lips twitching at the corners in a cheeky smile up at the Frenchman.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.”
He gives a low groan when you wrap your mouth around his length once again with a hum, and your eyes flicker towards his face where he’s gone slack-jawed.
“Mon dieu…”
His hips flex, fingers tightening in the sheets by his body as he writhes underneath you. Your head bobs up and down, cheeks hollowing until you feel his thighs begin to tremble underneath your fingers. You slowly pull off of him again before wrapping your hand around the base of his spit soaked cock, palm sliding up and down against his shaft.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you, Jean?” you purr against his thigh, cheek resting against the flushed skin as you watch his features contort in pleasure - head falling back to rest on the pillow beneath his head with a whine.
“O-Oui!”
You press an open-mouthed kiss to the insides of his muscular thighs, hand still sliding up and down his cock before you lean forward to take him into your mouth. You set a quick pace to meet the frantic roll of Polnareff’s hips, and you gag slightly when his tip hits the back of your throat - nose brushing against the hair at the base of his cock.
He trembles at that, moans and whines settling on your ears and your heart pounding in your ears along with the throb in your pussy at the noises he’s making and how his scent consumes your senses.
One of your hands reaches up to caress his balls, and a broken groan falls from Polnareff’s lips.
“A-Ah, s'il te plaît! P-Please-”
He’s cut off with a jolt throughout his entire body, limbs locking up and fingers tightening in your hair as he paints the back of your throat white. Yet you don’t pull away, half-lidded eyes taking in every tremble and shake as you drink down everything he has to offer. It’s only when he gives a breathy, overstimulated whine that you finally pull away.
You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and settle on your knees between Polnareff’s twitching, parted legs. All you can do is smile at how wrecked he looks with sleep still clinging to his senses along with the aftermath of his orgasm.
You hum and grin while your fingers drag along his sweat-soaked skin before leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. He chuckles and runs his fingers through his hair.
“How’s that for a wake-up call?”
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