I Just Wannna Say I Absolutely Adore Your Art! Im A Very Feminine Trans Man Who Is OBSESSSED With Fashion,

I Just Wannna Say I Absolutely Adore Your Art! I’m A Very Feminine Trans Man Who Is OBSESSSED With Fashion, And Puccci! You’re A Huge Inspiration To Me, The Way You Draw The Characters Makes Me Feeel So Seeen And So Happpy! Thank You So Much! Hope I Can Get The Courage To Talk To You More In The Future—-Have A Nice Day! (Sorrry For The Long Rambling Ask!)

This is such a lovely message thank you so much 😭💕

I personally love the style and aura of naturally feminine/nurturing men so drawing Pucci in the way I do is very therapeutic to me. I'm so glad it has inspired you too 💕

(and please message me more often! I've been sick with 'rona recently so I haven't been answering my inbox too often but know that I read them all as soon as they come!)

you know what? fuck it. i'm just gonna say it.

pt3 oldseph is hot. the fact that he's literally 69 years old, has a wife, a child, and a fuckin grandchild is irrelevant. (not that him having a wife really mattered, since he has a son with another woman- granted, he didn't know josuke existed in pt3, but still)

the point i'm trying to make is that i'd fuck the old man. if joseph fucking joestar wanted me to pound him, i would. hell, i'd suck his big bara grandpa titties like a breastfeeding baby if given the opportunity. he could have it any way he wanted.

imagine eating out a crying mista, oh my god

ouu my favorite gunslinger <3

mista is a twitchy one for sure, so you have to hold his legs while you eat him out. if you have him sitting on your face, you'll have to hold him down by his hips. poor baby can't handle all the stimulation. :(

personally, i think mista cries from being overstimulated over an extended period of time. he wants you to stop because it's too much, but he also wants you to keep going because it feels so good. <3

SUB!POLNAREFF X READER SMUT

CW: 18+ smut, tongue kissing, fondling (pol receiving) and quick post

Polnareff would be seated on the side of the soft bed, planting soft kisses all over your face--in which he adored, as you rested in his lap giggling. It was just the two of you alone together. Surely tonight was going to be a frisky one.

He'd take a moment to directly look at you, his baby blue eyes gazing into yours with love. His muscular arms were wrapped around your waist, and a tint of blush appeared on his soft freckled cheeks as he grinned at you. "Oh amour, I'm so happy we are having this moment." He said--feeling delighted. "I love you."

You'd blush from the view of this happy man's expression, he just looked so cute adorable. "I love you too, Jean."

"I'm really enjoying this amour!" Polnareff usually was a talkative man, but during intimacy it would be those times that he'd try to remain more quiet and more focused on you...unless things got too pleasurable for him. You could do anything to him, whatever you wanted... He belongs to you just like you belong to him.

When you break eye contact, Polnareff's expression turns into a surprised one when you suddenly stuff your face in his well-toned chest, which was bare. His skin felt soft, so comfortable, and warm. You pulled away and looked at Polnareff again, the Frenchman's face now flustered. "W-wah-"

You smirk at him and place your hands on his plump pecs. You earn a surprised moan from Polnareff, which is exactly what you want. You want to hear his moans, his sounds of pleasure! He had quite a sensitive chest, but that wasn't going to stop you from playing with it for a bit~ no way!

You begin fondling his man tits, and soft moans and whimpers escape past his lips. "A-ah amour," He moans. "What are you doi-" Before he can get a word in, you hush him with a full kiss--pressing your lips against his as you continue massaging his chest.

"Now for that erection of yours..." You say, biting your lip. "I should probably attend to that for you. ♡"

Polnareff pathetically moans into the kiss, giving in. He grips tightly on your waist more, but not to much to hurt you. You begin to feel the bulge in his boxers arise, the tent pressing against you from underneath. Polnareff's whimper again when you pinch his nipples and let your tongue swirl around his tongue during the sloppy kiss.

You soon break the kiss, a bridge of saliva connected from the tip of your tongue to his. You both pant with your hands still on his chest, which is heaving up and down. After you catch your breath you flash him another smirk.

NOTE: this was a bit rushed lmao

another one heheeh

sorry just worshipping jonathan's thighs lol soft boy hours

“uhm..darling—” jonathan started, a hint of worry in his voice. “are you sure you're okay? are you able to breathe properly?” his questions were answered by a thumbs up, but that wasn't enough to reassure him. he was startled a bit by the sudden vibrations which jojo assumed be you trying to speak. he loosened the grip his thighs had around your head a little; making just enough space for you to move if you needed to. “did you say something?”

you smiled up at the larger man. “i said that i'd die happy if these thighs suffocated me.” jojo's cheeks reddened slightly. he didn't know what that meant; but he still felt embarrassed. “you're so cute, jonathan.” you purred before smothering yourself in your boyfriend's muscular thighs and giving them soft kisses. jonathan didn't understand why you loved his thighs so much, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the flattery.