#jjba mista smut

[naomijoestar]

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Genre: nsfw

Warnings: boner, handjob, provoking

Character: Guido Mista x F!reader

Notes: this is very long and it’s pretty slowburn so I’m sorry about that, it’s not too nsfw but it’s spicy enough to enjoy if that makes sense, also please note that smut isn’t exactly my strong suit so if you didn’t enjoy please let me know! J would really love to know everyone’s opinion on this because—I don’t want to say this is something new I’m doing I have written smut before—but it’s not exactly something I’m all that good at, so please let me know your opinions!

Heatwave hookup (NSFW)

It’s a sweltering summer afternoon in Naples, the kind of day where the heat clings to your skin like a second layer and the air shimmers above the pavement. The Bucciarati Gang is holed up in a safehouse after a messy mission—nothing too intense, just a quick cleanup of some rogue stand users trying to muscle in on passione territory. The team’s earned a rare breather, and everyone’s sprawled out in the cramped living room, trying to beat the heat.

Bruno is in the kitchen, calmly sipping water and reviewing mission notes. Narancia is sprawled on the floor, fanning himself with a magazine and whining about the lack of air conditioning. Fugo’s perched on a chair, scowling as he tries to focus on a book, occasionally snapping at Narancia to shut up. Abbacchio’s leaning against the wall, headphones on, ignoring everyone while sipping a suspiciously dark drink that’s probably not just cola. Trish is lounging on the couch, flipping through a fashion magazine, looking effortlessly cool despite the heat. And Mista? He’s slouched in an armchair, legs spread wide, fanning himself with his hat, his sweater tied around his waist because “it’s too damn hot to wear anything proper.”

You’re wearing a loose tank top and shorts, practical for the heat, but the way the fabric clings to your curves when you move isn’t lost on Mista. He’s been stealing glances all afternoon, blaming the heat for the way his thoughts keep drifting.

The tension starts innocently enough. You’re sitting cross legged on the floor near Mista, sipping an ice cold soda you snagged from the fridge. You’re chatting with Trish about some boutique in town, but then you stretch—arms up, back arching, a little groan escaping your lips as you work out the kinks from the mission. Mista’s midsentence, complaining to Narancia about how “four ice cubes in a drink is bad luck,” when his eyes catch the motion. The way your tank top rides up just enough to show a sliver of skin, the curve of your neck glistening with sweat.. it hits him like a freight train. His brain short circuits, and he trails off, mouth slightly open.

“You good, Mista?” You ask, noticing his sudden silence. You smirk, tilting your head, completely unaware (for now) of the storm brewing in his pants.

“Y-yeah, just—uh—hot,” he stammers, shifting in his seat and fanning himself harder with his hat. He’s trying to play it cool, but his voice cracks just enough to make Narancia snicker.

The real trouble starts when you decide to mess with him a little. You’ve caught him staring a few times today, and you’re in a mischievous mood. You grab a piece of ice from your soda, pop it in your mouth, and crunch it loudly, knowing full well Mista hates the sound. He flinches, glaring at you.

“Oi, you tryin to jinx us or what?” he grumbles, but there’s a playful edge to it. You just grin, leaning closer to him, resting your chin in your hand.

“Maybe I am. What’re you gonna do about it, huh?” You’re close now, too close, your breath cool from the ice, your eyes locked on his. Then, because fate loves to screw with Guido Mista, a bead of condensation drips from your soda can, lands on your thigh, and rolls down your skin. Mista’s eyes follow it like a moth to a flame, and that’s it. Game over.

His body betrays him. The heat, your proximity, the way you’re looking at him with that teasing glint—it’s too much. He feels the telltale tightening in his pants, and within seconds, he’s sporting a raging boner that’s impossible to ignore. His cargo pants, loose as they are, suddenly feel like a prison, and the bulge is painfully obvious if anyone bothers to look.

Mista’s no stranger to awkward situations, but this? This is a nightmare. His first instinct is to hide it. He snaps his legs together so fast it’s a miracle he doesn’t crush anything vital, then yanks his sweater off his waist and drapes it over his lap like it’s the most casual thing in the world. His face is flushed—blaming the heat is his go to excuse—and he starts talking louder, faster, trying to distract everyone.

You raise an eyebrow, sensing something’s off. You lean back, studying him. “You’re actin weird, Mista. You sure you’re okay?”

“Me? Weird? Nah, I’m golden! Just- y’know.. hydrating. Heat’s a killer, right, Bruno?” He shoots a pleading look at Bucciarati, who glances up from his notes with a mild, “Mmhmm,” before going back to his work, oblivious to the chaos.

Unfortunately for Mista, not everyone’s as distracted as Bruno. Narancia’s sprawled out position gives him a perfect line of sight, and he spots the sweater maneuver. His eyes widen, then narrow with a devilish grin. He doesn’t say anything, yet, but he nudges Fugo with his foot under the table. Fugo glares at him, annoyed, until Narancia jerks his head toward Mista and mouths, “Check it out.”

Fugo follows his gaze, clocks the situation, and immediately pinches the bridge of his nose like he’s fighting a migraine. “You’re all idiots,” he mutters under his breath, but there’s a smirk tugging at his lips. He’s not above enjoying Mista’s misery.

Abbacchio, despite seeming checked out, catches the vibe too. He lifts one headphone off his ear, glances at Mista’s awkward posture, and lets out a low “heh” before tuning back out. Trish notices the boys’ subtle reactions and pieces it together. She doesn’t say a word, just sips her drink and hides a knowing smile behind her magazine.

Narancia, being Narancia, can’t resist. He scoots closer to Mista and whispers, “Yo, dude, you packin a gun down there or what?” Mista nearly chokes, swatting at him with his hat.

“Shut up, you little gremlin! Ain’t nothin goin on!” he hisses, but his voice cracks again, and Narancia cackles, rolling away before Mista can grb him.

You’re no fool. You’ve been watching Mista squirm, and when Narancia starts giggling like a maniac, you put two and two together. Your eyes flick to the sweater bunched in his lap, then back to his flustered face. A slow, wicked grin spreads across yours.

“Ohhh, I see what’s up,” you say, voice low and teasing. You shift closer, resting your elbow on the arm of his chair, your tone dripping with mock innocence. “Somethin bothering you, Guido?”

Mista’s brain is screaming, but his mouth betrays him. “Nope! All good! Just, uh, chillin like a villain!”

You don’t buy it for a second. Leaning in so only he can hear, you murmur, “You sure? Cause you’re lookin real uncomfortable over there.” Your breath brushes his ear, and Mista’s boner twitches so hard he’s convinced it might break off.

“I’m fine,” he croaks, gripping the arms of the chair like it’s his last lifeline. You pull back, smirking, and stand up, stretching again—deliberately this time, making sure he gets an eyeful.

“Well, if you say so. I’m gonna grab another soda. Want one?” You wink, sauntering toward the kitchen, hips swaying just enough to make Mista’s jaw clench.

Mista’s a mess, torn between bolting for the bathroom and playing it off. But you’re not done with him. You come back with two sodas, plop down right next to him—practically in his lap—and hand him one. The cold can against his sweaty palm is a lifeline, and he presses it to his forehead, muttering, “Thanks, you’re a saint.”

“Saint, huh? That’s a new one.” You nudge his knee with yours, letting your leg linger there. The gang’s mostly tuned out now; Narancia’s blasting music, Fugo’s yelling at him, and Trish is distracted; so you take your chance. You lean in again, voice barely a whisper. “You don’t have to hide it, y’know. I’m flattered.”

Mista freezes, soda halfway to his mouth. “W-what?”

You chuckle, brushing your fingers lightly against his arm. “C’mon, Mista. You’re not that subtle. If it’s a problem, I could… help you out later. Somewhere private.” Your tone’s teasing, but there’s a spark in your eyes that says you’re serious.

His brain bluescreens. The Sex Pistols, who’ve been suspiciously quiet, start whooping in his head and Mista nearly drops the soda. He recovers with a shaky laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah? Uh, maybe I’ll take you up on that. Y’know, for science.”

You grin, pat his thigh—dangerously close to the danger zone—and stand up. “Good. Catch me after this heatwave dies down.” You walk off, leaving Mista red faced, sweaty, and plotting how to survive the rest of the day without spontaneously combusting.

Finally, as the evening settles in and the gang starts winding down, you make your move. You stand, stretch—that damn stretch that nearly killed him earlier—and announce, “I’m gonna cool off on the roof. Too stuffy in here.” You don’t look at Mista directly, but the way you linger by the door, one hip cocked, is invitation enough. His heart thumps like a drumroll. He scrambles to his feet, sweater clutched in front of him like a shield.

“Uh, yeah, roof sounds good. Fresh air, right? I’ll, uh check it out too” he says, voice pitching higher than he’d like. Narancia snickers, but a death glare from Mista shuts him up fast. You just smirk and head upstairs, leaving Mista to trail after you, equal parts excited and terrified.

The safehouse roof is a flat, weathered expanse with a railing, a couple of rickety chairs, and a killer view of Naples’ twinkling lights. The night air’s still warm, but a faint breeze cuts through the stickiness, offering some relief. You’re leaning against the railing, soda can in hand, your silhouette lit by the faint glow of the city below. Mista steps out, shutting the door behind him with a click that feels louder than it should. For a second, you both are just standing there, the distant hum of traffic and Narancia’s muffled music the only sounds.

You turn, eyeing him up and down. “You made it. Thought you might chicken out.”

“Me? Chicken out? Pft, never” Mista says, puffing out his chest despite the nervous sweat beading on his forehead. He tosses his hat onto a chair and runs a hand through his hair, trying to look casual. The sweater’s still bunched in his other hand��he’s not brave enough to ditch it yet.

You step closer, closing the distance until you’re right in his space, your soda can dangling loosely between your fingers. “So,” you say, voice low, “about that ‘problem’ you were having earlier. Still a thing?” Your eyes flick downward, then back up, and Mista swears he feels his soul leave his body.

“I— um. it’s under control,” he lies, shifting his weight and clutching the sweater tighter. “Just, yakno, the heat messin with me. Happens to the best of us.”

You chuckle, a warm, throaty sound that makes his knees weak. “Sure it does.” You set your soda on the railing, then reach out, brushing your fingers along his arm. “You don’t have to be so jumpy, Guido. I meant what I said. I can help.”

Mista swallows hard, his bravado crumbling under your gaze. “Yeah? And, uh, how’s that gonna work, exactly?” His voice is rough, a mix of nerves and anticipation, and the Pistols are buzzing in his head, practically vibrating with excitement.

You grin, stepping even closer until your bodies are almost touching. “Well, first, you gotta relax. You’re wound up tighter than Fugo before a math test.” Your hand slides up his arm, resting on his shoulder, and you tilt your head, lips quirking. “Lose the sweater, for starters. You’re not foolin anyone.”

He hesitates, then, with a muttered curse, tosses the sweater aside, revealing the obvious strain in his pants. His face is burning, but your expression doesn’t falter; if anything, your smirk widens, approving. “There we go. Honestly, this is a good look on you.”

Before Mista can stammer out a response, your hand drifts lower, brushing his naked chest, your touch deliberate but not rushed. “You’re a mess, you know that?” You murmur, half-teasing, half-something else. You’re close enough now that he can smell you, something sweet, maybe your shampoo, mixed with the faint salt of sweat, and it’s scrambling his brain.

“Y-yeah, well, you’re not makin it easy,” he manages, voice cracking as your fingers trail down to his stomach, stopping just above his waistband. His hands twitch at his sides, unsure if he should grab you or let you lead. The Sex Pistols are screaming “Touch her, you idiot!” “Don’t blow it!” but he ignores them, focusing on the way you’re looking at him, all confidence and heat.

You lean in, lips brushing his ear as you whisper, “Then let me make it easier.” Your hand slides lower, bypassing the teasing this time. First, you start massaging and palming him through his pants, causing him to relax and whimper softly, and then, with a deft, practiced move, you hook your fingers into his waistband, tugging his cargo pants down just enough to free him. Mista’s breath catches hard—his erection springs out, painfully hard from hours of pent up tension, and he’s half convinced he’s dreaming when you spit on your hand to lube it up then wrap it around him.

“Shit—” he chokes out, head tipping back against the railing as your fingers close firmly around his length. You don’t hesitate, your grip is warm, confident, and you start moving, slow at first, stroking him from base to tip with a rhythm that’s equal parts torture and relief. Mista’s hands fly to your hips, gripping tight, his knuckles white as he tries to ground himself against the onslaught of sensation.

“Relax,” you say, voice low and steady, though there’s a faint hitch in it that betrays your own excitement. You’re pressed close, your body brushing his as your hand works him, picking up speed. He’s groaning now, low and ragged, every stroke pulling a sound out of him he can’t hold back.

“You—fuck—you’re gonna—ngh—” He can’t finish the sentence, words dissolving into a string of curses as you twist your wrist just right, your thumb brushing over the tip in a way that makes his vision blur. The Pistols are going wild in his head—cheering like they’re at a damn soccer match, and he’d laugh if he weren’t so busy trying not to collapse.

You’re relentless, your pace steady but building, your free hand sliding up to brace against his chest, keeping him pinned to the railing. “You’re louder than I expected” you tease, lips quirking into a smirk, but your cheeks are flushed, your breathing uneven. You’re into it—really into it—and that realization alone nearly sends Mista over the edge.

The breeze does nothing to cool the heat roaring through him. His hips buck involuntarily, chasing your hand, and you adjust, tightening your grip, stroking faster. Sweat beads on his forehead, his torso glistening, and he’s a mess—hair disheveled, jaw clenched, eyes half-lidded as he watches you work him over. “Agh—shit—I’m—” he warns, voice hoarse, but you don’t stop, you don’t even flinch.

“Go ahead,” you murmur, leaning in to nip at his earlobe, your breath hot against his skin. That’s it—the dam breaks. Mista’s head snaps back, a guttural groan of your name tearing out of him as he comes, hard and fast, spilling all over your hand. You keep going, milking him through it, your strokes slowing but never stopping until he’s a shuddering, oversensitive, whimpering mess because of the over stimulation, gasping for air.

When you finally pull back, Mista’s slumped against the railing, panting like he’s run a marathon. You wipe your hand on his discarded sweater then grab your soda, taking a sip like nothing happened. “Feel better?” You asks, that wicked grin back in full force.

Mista laughs, a shaky, disbelieving sound, dragging a hand down his face. “Better? Woman, you just rewired my whole damn system.” He adjusts his pants, still flushed, but there’s a grin tugging at his lips—half-relief, half-awe. The Pistols zip around, cheering, and he swats at them halfheartedly.

You wink, leaning against the railing beside him. “Good. Next time, don’t wait so long to ask.” You bump his shoulder with yours, and there’s a beat of silence, comfortable, charged, a promise of more to come.

Downstairs, the gang’s none the wiser (for now. Narancia’s bound to notice Mista’s goofy grin later and start asking questions). Mista lights a cigarette he bummed off Abbacchio earlier, exhaling into the night, and thinks maybe the heatwave isn’t so bad after all.

So.. what do you guys think 😅 I tried my best, I’m sorry if this doesn’t meet your expectations, you can always request something more specific you’d like to see!

If you enjoyed this make sure to check out my other posts, and if you’d like anything specific written for a jjba character/squad you can request it if my requests are open!

[thestressedskittles]

Team Bucci Blurb (NSFW): Cumming inside of you

Warnings: Use of pussy/cunt/breast, gender-neutral reader, all characters are 18 and older! I did not proofread because its late, so I apologize for any mistakes.

BRUNO

His hands slide up to your breasts, where he teasingly plays with your pebbled nipples, kissing your jaw and pecking you lips for short kisses, leaving you pouty and adorable. He finally leans in for a fiery kiss, his blue eyes darkened with lustful intent, and he pushes you to lay down completely on the bed, your hand tangling into his silky black hair.

Going in raw isn't new, but this time, it feels different, more pleasurable. This time, he doesn't need to be careful. You're already clenching in excitement and Bruno is a master at revving you up, his long and slender fingers reaching deeper than your own, but nothing compares to his cock.

It never takes long to bring you to the edge when Bruno warms you up so good. A low groan kisses your ears and Bruno moves to lay completely on top of you, wanting to be as close to you as possible as you both reach bliss together. His hips move like a machine when there's a small stutter in his tempo, a strong twitch in his cock, followed by slow and deep thrusts. Moaning through clenched teeth, he leans in close to your lips before connecting them with tender affection.

ABBACCHIO

"Mm, fuck, Leone!" You moan out as the tall goth has you pulled against his chest, one arm wrapped around your middle, one hand on your breast, and the other braced against the bed, leaning you forward slightly to hit that little bundle of nerves just right.

He moans with you, the deep baritone sending pleasure furling in your pussy. His head rests on your shoulder, and his eyes cast a downward glance, watching your breast move with his thrusts. "You look so good right now." He breathes out, giving you goosebumps. He turns and lays a kiss upon your neck as your head tilts upwards.

Feeling you tighten, he holds you closer. "Gonna cum for me?" You can't see his face but you can hear the smirk. "Want me to cum inside of you, carina?" You nod frantically, at a loss for words, and his thrusts become stronger and quicker. "Gonna cum inside you!" He quickly shifts his grip, holding you close to his chest as his hips finish you both off, your mind fuzzy at the warm feeling of his cum shooting into your pussy.

MISTA

"Fuck, I love seeing you on top of me," Mista groans, his hands rapaciously kneading your breasts as you grind down onto his pelvis. His cock is fully sheathed inside of you and your clit rubs against his hard abdomen. "Feels so good, being inside you." He lets his head tilt back and you gently rake your nails down his chest, leaving light scratches.

"Guido!" You moan out, feeling ready to go over the edge. Every vein on his cock is enough to make you weak. Feeling the constant throbbing, you know he's close. "Want you... want you to cum inside of me! Fill me up!" You're bouncing on him now, eager to feel that knot in your belly erupt.

Planting his feet on the bed, he matches your bounces and rhythm, hands shifting from your breasts to your hips. He's noisy as he closes in on his release, you yourself are no better. Mista pants out words of encouragement and praise before you both lament, Mista slamming upward into your pulsing pussy, rubbing small circles on your hips as you milk him for all he's worth.

NARANCIA

Narancia is glued to your body, his usually messy hair now frayed and sticking to his forehead as he pants into the space above your head. Both his hands are gripping and twisting the bed sheets hard, struggling to keep himself together as his cock sinks into your molten pussy.

He half whines, half moans as he pulls away slightly, leaving his cock buried to the hilt. "I don't know how much longer I can last." He looks at you with purple eyes blown wide. His tone is higher pitch, one of his many telltale signs he's ready to cum. He brings himself to his knees and pulls your hips flush against his own, both your legs spread out on either side of him.

"Nara!" You reach for him, inadvertently pushing your breasts together and offering him an irresistible view, sending your raven-haired boyfriend over the edge. His thrusts turn to slams as he loses himself, hard cock twitching and pulsing, his hands finding purchase on your thighs and hips, sure to leave bruises to be admired later.

FUGO

"Holy shit!" Fugo grunts, feeling every inch of your cunt along his cock. One hand by your head, fisting the pillow, and the other running along your side to ground himself. "You feel... so good." He has to take a moment, not wanting to ruin this moment.

When he gets his bearings, he sets a hard pace. He starts up a consistent tempo, satisfying you both. He keeps himself deep as much as possible, every so often he'll keep his hips flush against yours for a split moment, to savor you and vice versa. Your arms wrap around his neck and your leg wraps around his waist, unable to get enough of him.

The feeling of being bare is intense for the both of you and doesn't take much before you're both at the edge, ready to tumble into the abyss of pleasure. Despite his rough pace, Fugo suddenly leans in for a hard kiss, his tongue pressing forth. The twitching of his cock intensifies as you reciprocate, tongues gliding against one another. He moans into your mouth, your pussy sucking in every last drop.

GIORNO

"So beautiful, so divine," Giorno murmurs into your ear as he bottoms out inside of you. You clutch at his pale shoulders as he shifts into position, laying tender kisses along your neck. You murmur his name into his shoulder and he begins a gentle rhythm, wanting to savor every moment of this first-time experience.

"F-feels good," you whimper out, feeling everything Giorno is without a barrier. He helps you wrap your legs around him before bracing his hands against your sides, his hand occasionally reaching up to knead your breast lightly. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how beautiful you are beneath him.

You hands are tangled in his hair by the time you're ready to release, his braid undone and light scratch marks little down his back. Your hips canter upwards to meet his thrusts, silently telling him to pick up the pace. You both ride out on each other as bliss takes over the both of you. Giorno lets out sweet, soft moans as you stretch out beneath him, gripping his forearms and riding to cloud nine as he peppers your neck with kisses and hug you with sweet words.

[sweetheartsnips]

JoJo Masterlist

links to my ao3 only stuff as well as stuff that is posted to tumblr. NSFW! MINORS DNI

Assorted x Reader One-Shots

Snips' JJBA One-shots

Ode to Autumn - Jonathan

Do it Again - Steely Dan

In Too Deep - Jotaro

Be Quiet and Drive - Rohan

In My Dreams - Speedwagon (angst warning)

Telephone Line - Mista

Just Like Heaven - Doppio

Light My Fire - Gyro

Pet - Risotto

Million Dollar Man - Prosciutto

My Blue Hawaii - Dragona Joestar x fem!Reader (WIP)

Daddy Cool

Small nsfw one-shots for my favourite JJBA DILFs.

Jotaro Kujo (Part 6)

Norisuke Higashikata IV (JoJolion)

Dio (Part 3)

Joseph Joestar (Part 3)

Diavolo (Part 5)

[zujime]

─── multiple characters x reader

characters included: bruno, joesph(not the old man ya'll, he is kinda bad tho ngl), josuke, jotaro, giorno, mista

c.w. when ur sad/upset/overthinking/idk, aged up, fluff, comfort, established relationship, no y/n usage, hcs, jjba, some italian pet names (2), a few swear words

- it's been a while since i posted jjba content, it's also been a while since i posted overall. this probably isn't much but for right now until i recover from this burnout, it's all i have. i hope you enjoy :)

at times like these, bruno notices almost immediately that something's up when he walks into your shared home and is met with an eerie silence. it's not long before he's rushing into the bedroom in search of you, only to find you curled up in bed—hidden under covers as you trembled and sniffled lightly. his touch is gentle when he rests his hand on your quivering shoulder, voice even softer as he speaks—asking about what's troubling you.

"what's wrong, mia cara" whether you tell him or not, he encourages you to release whatever tears remain as he holds you, giving you a shoulder to cry on and lots of forehead, nose, and cheek kisses as he tries to soothe you. once you've calmed down, he'll ask if there's anything you want—either a necessity or just something you want, he's getting it without a second thought. he just loves you so much and wants to do all he can for you.

now joesph...is kind of a jerk when he finds you crying at first. he'd baby talk you as he pinches, squishes your cheeks, and flicks your forehead or nose while laughing his ass off, but when he notices that you're not giving him any snappy remarks, slapping his hands away, or laughing with him, that's when he knows something's wrong and he's actually worried.

and when he starts asking you what happened, he almost sounds like a fly that's been buzzing in your ear for god knows how long, but you know he means well, especially when he's giving you the warmest and tightest hug he can—holding you against his chest as you let his heartbeat calm your uneven breathing. he's definitely babying you for the rest of the day and he might tease you a teeny tiny bit, but only to make you laugh.

josuke would probably think he did something to cause you to feel this way and if that's the case, bro's apologizing profusely (please, he's so sorry). whatever the problem might be, expect lots—and i mean lots of short sloppy kisses all over your face while he whispers tons of "I'm sorry" or "it's ok" onto your face. he might refrain from asking what the problem is both out of fear and because he doesn't want to cross boundaries or upset you even more.

but he'll spoil you rotten for the entire week cause he wants you—his everything—to feel better and he wants you to know how much he loves you. cuddles, kisses, hugs, naps together, movie night, whatever the hell you want is exactly what he's gonna give you maybe even before you ask. (he'd probably cry w you, on a serious note).

i think that jotaro would sit there and wait for you to tell him what's wrong so he'll know if it's serious or not—if it's serious he'll stay and listen to what you have to say, but if it's not like you're crying because something is out of stock or something, he's leaving the room and not even sparring you a second glance.

anyway, if you need any type of physical affection, he'd be able to tell from your body language or if you ask him for it but either way, he's not gonna not give you what you want...he's a really good listener, would literally sit there and listen to all that you have to say with no interruptions and he'd cuddle with you until you fall asleep cause he needs to know that you're actually okay, but he's not leaving your side. at all.

ok listen, not exactly like josuke, but i think giorno would be such a sweetheart. he'd ask if you'd wanna talk about it and would be content listening to whatever you say to him while he's holding you in his arms to bring your frantic mind to a slow so you can focus on what you want to say. would definitely cuddle with you in bed—you'll pass out in like less than 20 minutes so yeah.

mista would be so worried but at the same time he's asking who did it with sex pistols in hand (bro's ready to kill a bitch for you). "amore mio, who do i need to kill?" "mista, please don't kill anyone..." he's drowning you in nothing but love (kisses, cuddles, hand-holding, etc). he'd let you wear his hat or play with his hair to calm you down if that's what you want. you're getting spoiled. no, if's and's or but's, you're getting spoiled. want food? he's got it. wanna watch something? the tv's already on. wanna nap? he's already waiting in bed. he'd also let you cry on his shoulder for as long as you need and he'll give you back rubs too. :((

[katestrophes]

mista w. a plus size!fem! s/o headcanons

sfw:

- mista is a lover of all women, no matter their size. BUT my personal headcanon is he is a fan of bigger women. belly pouches, little skin folds, stretch marks? they’re sooo sexy and adorable to him.

- he CONSTANTLY gives you compliments. he’s always telling you how gorgeous you are, how cute you are, etc. if he knows you’re insecure about a particular part of your body, he’ll go on a tangent about how much he loves it.

- he’s a touchy boyfriend. he’s always touching you, whether it’s holding your hand, patting your head, he neeeeds that physical touch. when you’re alone, he’ll rub your tummy and rest his head on it.

- don’t be nervous or shy to eat in front of him. man is an eater, and he doesn’t judge how much you eat or what you eat. he just cares that you’re happy and healthy.

- he has a natural cheery demeanor and tries to look on the bright side of everything, so it’ll take him a while to realize if you’re self conscious at the moment. once he picks up on it, he does everything in his power to remedy it. he’s an excellent listener (but he’s Not Great at giving advice/pep talks LOL), he’ll hold you or sit with you while you air out your personal grievances.

nsfw below the cut

- mans is *vocal* during sex. the type to groan and huff and mutter about how good you feel.

- absolutely looooves your cute little tummy while you’re in a mating press. his eyes constantly flicker between your face to your tummy/breasts, in awe of how fucking good they look while they jiggle with each thrust.

- kisses. kisses all over. not even sexual, he just loves to admire you and your body.

- eats pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

- also loves grabbing onto your ass when in doggy. watching it bounce against his ass is one of his favorite sights. 9/10 times he’s cumming from the sight of your ass against his cock alone.

- genuinely believes in “more to love.” his hands are all. over.

- he lets you decide where he finishes, although his personal favorite (for the time being at least, he wants kids but not yet!) is your tummy/chest. he loves watching your chest rise and fall with deep, post orgasmic breaths with his thick load all over you.

- aftercare includes wiping you down and lots of kisses. he takes care of you 100% but don’t expect to be extremely pampered because he knocks out after sex LMAO but that’s okay because you fall asleep with him while he has you wrapped (locked) in his arms .

[slutfactory]

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

[j6suke]

─୨ৎ── order up! ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

" BEFORE WE GO OUT, WHAT'S YOUR ADRESS? "

please always feel free to slide into my asks anytime! it just might take me a while to get to them sometimes.

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR:

(keeping it small atm to not fry my brain + you may notice there are no minors, this is intentional)

JJK:

ᰔ nanami

ᰔ gojo

ᰔ choso

ᰔ toji

ONE PIECE:

ᰔ luffy

ᰔ zoro

ᰔ sanji

ᰔ law

JJBA::

p3:

ᰔ polnareff. that's it lol.

p4:

ᰔ rohan

ᰔ jotaro

p5:

ᰔ bruno

ᰔ abbachio

ᰔ mista

my..

do's: nsfw/smut, weed/tobacco/alcohol, mental health issues, body dysmorphia, eds, angst (pls be specific if requesting), gn reader, addiction, hcs

wont's: male reader, body dysphoria, any bodily fluid that's not spit/cum LOL, dom reader, polyamory, sexualisation of minors to any extent

(a chunk of these are due to me not having lived experience with them, nothing is wrong with most of them. )

love ya! xx

[blond3ang3l]

Hobie,Ben drowned, Mista,Connie

[thestressedskittles]

Lil Team Bucci Blurb (NSFW)

Kit here! Sorry I've been gone for months on end! A lot has happened since I last posted and I've finally found the encouragement to whip up this little thing real quick. Its not much but I gotta do something to get back into the flow of writing again!

Warnings: NSFW under the cut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), gender neutral reader (no pronouns used), all characters are 18+, not proofread nor checked for mistakes

DISCLAIMER: Do NOT think it is okay to take our stories and post them somewhere else without our EXPLICIT PERMISSION. Do NOT think it is okay to take anyone else’s stories and post them somewhere else without their EXPLICIT PERMISSION. Giving credit does NOT count as permission. You may reblog our stories, but you may NOT repost our stories without OUR PERMISSION.

Bruno who lets out rumbling purrs of your name as he makes sure to work himself inside of you slowly and deeply, his normally bright blues are clouded and darkened as his entire being is fueled by arousal as he folds you into a mating press and sinks himself all the way

Leone who offers nothing but groans and rumbles against your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist tighten and pull you to meet his thrusts, forcing his cock in all the way, little nips to your sweet spot and his hot breath pull mini whimpers as your walls squeeze him tighter and tighter

Mista who holds your hips as your own hands find balance on his chest while he avidly thrusts into you from below, never faltering in his pace, his naturally dark eyes are swirling with lust as he licks his lips and hisses through clenched teeth as a broken groan cracks from his mouth

Narancia who's worked himself up beyond belief as he takes you from above, his normally bright purple are darkened and swirling with adoration and lust, he holds you close, moaning your name over and over as he brings you both closer and closer, stealing kisses from your lips

Fugo who's intense lovemaking is leaving you both covered in a sheen of sweat and out of breath, but he pushes through, determined to send you off the rails once more as he leaves bruises along your body, letting out a groan over your parted lips as your nails rake down his back

Giorno who is dedicated to your pleasure moreso than his own, letting you do as you please as he sinks further into the silk sheets, watching and holding you up as he encourages you on with sweet words while you begin to fall apart, letting groans and moans flow freely from his mouth as he tilts his head back into the pillows

[icerisotto]

⟡﹒ spuntino ' ꒱

⌦ genre: smut with light fluff and light angst.

⌦ type: oneshot.

⌦ status: finished.

⌦ couple: bucciarati﹢ mista﹢ abbacchio.

⌦ warnings: prostitution, mentions of violence, sex, one-night stand, poverty.

☆ plot:

Abbacchio gets more than he bargained for when he sends his boyfriend out to buy their dinner. Or, Mista leaves their place with the promise of a snack and returns with a prostitute.

★ where to read: here.

[lustastarte]

♠of love and sex | giomis♠

genre: smut

mista convinces don giorno to take a vacation

published: 2020

written by request

Knock knock.

"Yes?" The blonde received no answer. "Come i-"

"Mr. Giovanna~," a sculpted man sang, suddenly behind Giorno.

"Mista. For the last fucking time. I can and will put a bullet between your eyes if you don't stop doing that every time you feel the need to talk to me."

The brunette mocked him. "No you won't. I'm the only one that runs your errands without mistakes."

Giorno sighed, rubbing his thumb and index finger just above his brow, moving them apart, extending his hand before rubbing it over his forehead and loosely tied up hair. "What do you even want?"

"I feel like you could use a break," the older began massaging his counterpart's shoulders.

The blonde scoffed, taking a long sip of his hot, dark beverage. "A break? I run the mafia, Guido. If I take a break, this whole thing crumbles. Besides, I can't go anywhere without my body guard, and I don't want to overwork anyone."

Mista tilted his head, a puzzled look spreading across his face and shining out of his eyes. "Giorno. I am a 24/7 body guard. I live with you as your full time body guard."

"... You live with me because we're engaged, you absolute deadshit."

Mista giggled, running his hand through Giorno's hair. He strolled over, thick wooden soles clicking on the pristine marble floor and sat down on the younger man's desk.

"Come onnn," the older whined. "You need a break... Please? Just for like three days."

Giorno stayed silent, thinking about the problems that would arise from him leaving for just a few hours, not to mention days.

"Fine," he answered defeatedly after a full five minutes of sitting silently, ignoring Mista's eyes.

Giorno's golden blonde hair whipped behind him as he basked in the sunlight and cool breeze generated by the speed of Mista's stolen convertible. Taking a deep breath, he surveyed his surroundings. The beach seemed to go on for miles, salty waves kissing the sand, driftwood and seaweed docked just above the tide as decoration. Directly across the highway stood a rickety, wooden, top-heavy dock house, a weather-beaten, mini cabin of pure, disintegrating mid-eighteenth century raised up on bowed, waterlogged, rotting supports for the purpose of enabling elderly ladies in tea dresses and floppy hats with ribbons to sit out on good afternoons to watch the sailboats tutting along the horizon at their work - a setting rendered completely imagined and unreal by the thick, suffocating saline air surrounding the coast. Waves repetitively crashed over the warm, sunbaked sand, spreading it's webbed foam like the edge of a nightgown. The costal wind blew in bitter gusts, temporarily sending chills down the blonde's neck. The salty, fishy air lay heavily on his tongue and aggressively filled his nostrils. A golden comforter outlining the shimmering, tropical teal sea, creating a picture perfect image. The large, blazing sun was perched high in the sky, shining like Elijah's fiery chariot to heaven. The sun beat down on the calm ocean as another, chilly gust of wind forced itself past Giorno. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the faint taste of salt on the breeze that was complimented by the godly, ambrosial aroma of the flowers growing around the rolling dunes of sand.

The seaside cottage has mortar walls like cold set oatmeal, painted canary yellow with window frames of birch and shutters of grey. Inside is the gentle whirr of the overhead ceiling fan, chairs relaxed in the sunlight outside. The old windows are mullioned, overlooking the garden of flowers and towering palm trees. The rickety little building hunkered low on the coastal moor like a child in a heated round of hide-and-seek trying to keep from being caught. The cottage looked as if it was straight out of a fairytale with a happy ending or a picture book for little kids. It was rusty, old, and quite dusty from the outside, but rather welcoming inside. The whole house was made of birch and mortar. A tiny stove, two small wooden chairs, a circular table, a full sized bed, and that was it. Quaint and calming. Succulents, tropical flowers, and so much more flora. A wrought iron gate with paint chipping and flaking off was the door to the property, leading onto a narrow sandy path with small shells and pebbles. There was a tiny tide pool with barnacles, starfish, urchins, sand crabs, tropical fish, anemone, algae, seagrass, and a few seagulls. The dune grass was green and yellow, scorched and toasted by the sun in the balmy Italian summers.

"See? Are you happy you took this break now?" Mista opened the door to the cottage, breathing in a briny mix of cypress, blood lily, hibiscus, and African violet. He dropped their luggage on the creaky birch floor, sending a cloud of sand into the air.

"Not yet. It's pretty, but I kind of have a really important job to do."

"Awww, Gio-Gio, come on," Mista whined, pulling the other man into his chest. "You know you like it here~"

The blonde's face began to heat up, but he tried to keep a poker face. Mista connected their lips softly, smirking as he ran his hands down Giorno's sides. Giorno shuttered, leaning into Mista's chest. What was this feeling?  He felt as though he needed to throw up, but instead of stomach acid, he wanted to throw up his entire heart. Heat pooled in his abdomen.

He was all logic, feigned, cool detachment until Mista touched his skin. Then, something primitive, something carnal not only stirred in him, but completely took over his thinking. The rest of the dull, drab world became an unimportant blur that was quickly banished into the far, compartmentalized recesses of his subconscious mind. The only thing that mattered to him was being touched even more by Mista, kissing his slightly chapped lips, surrounded by scratchy stubble, feeling his large, warm hands on his stomach, trailing to his legs. Mista tried to be gentle with Giorno's clothing, not having the slightest desire to replace a $10,000 suit, but it was so hard. Giorno tried to keep his breathing steady, but soon began panting, not quite sure if out of nervousness or arousal.

With the front door closed and locked, every former falsification falls. The façade the mob boss and his guard show the world instantaneously melts away and all Mista wants is to fuck every drop of life out of Giorno. Every kiss he gives has a raw intensity as he glides his tongue down the blonde's body - Giorno's breathing fast, but his heart rate's much faster. Before they know how it happened, the two are naked, skin moving softly and desperately together, like the finest of Mulberry silk. Giorno groans as he feels Mista's hand enter from below, one finger moving against his most sensitive parts, their tongues entwined in an aggressively passionate kiss. Then Mista has three fingers inside, changing Giorno's heavy, desperate breathing with every thrust, taking pleasure in hearing his moans, which were so perfectly timed to his body. All at once, he stops and kisses from Giorno's neck to his stomach, his greedy hands light; then, he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching the blonde's reaction, feeling and laughing at how his spindly legs move, watching his body writhe with each brush against the deepest parts of him.

"I'm gonna make you beg for this, you know that?"

Giorno whined in response, unable to form anything intelligible.

In seconds, he's on Giorno again, fucking him hard, just long enough to intoxicate his mind before stopping completely.

"Please- Please- Guido, I-"

"You what?" Mista smirked at the blonde, tugging on his hair as he pushes just his head in. Giorno cried out in misery, needing to feel his fiancé inside him. "Hmm?"

"I need you! I need you to- to fuck me sen-senseless! Please," he wailed, never before having this feeling.

That was all it took for Mista to give in, holding nothing back as he slammed into the blonde. Mista's hands pinned Giorno to the bed, hair coming undone and toes curled. He left every part of the younger man untouched and as quick as the two started screaming, crying out for one another in the heat of the moment, it was over. Giorno arched his back, almost drooling out of pure pleasure, and Mista pounded into him, biting his neck and squeezing the headboard with one hand. The blonde screamed out, digging his short, manicured nails into the older man's tan back. Mista's thrusts slowed and he gently kissed Giorno's soft lips.

"Oh- Oh my god..."

"Was that a good first time?"

"I- Honestly, I think it's the best," Giorno giggled, panting and still shaking from pleasure.

"Happy you took the vacation now?"

"Oh, definitely."

[goshikisbaee]

❀ Hiya!! Welcome to my Blog!! You can call me Yoyo, my pronouns are she/her. ❀ Im 17 (leap year baby) and very much obsessed with Goshiki lmao. ❀ Requests are always open so feel free to request not just haikyuu characters but anyone from any anime. (Hq,jjk,tokrev,jjba,hxh,etc) ❀ My blog mainly consists of fluff, angst, a tiny bit of smut and some poetry. ❀ (@goshikisbaee on TikTok) Dni if you are: A Zionist/Pro-Isreal, Racist, a proshipper.

Likes: Music, cats cats cats cats, poetry, fashion, night drives, JJBA, anything pink lmao, haikyuu, food lmao, art. dislikes: mean bicthes, spiders lol, cold weather, people who have nothing better to do than hate on people. Obsessing over: ❀ Goshiki ofc, Bokuto, timeskip kuroo and Iwaizumi, Miya twins ❀ Girono, Bucciarati, Mista, Jotaro, Jolyne, Doppio, Trish ❀ Chifuyu, Rindou, Kakucho, Kazutora, Shinichiro

💋 💋 💋

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Mrs.Valentine’s Master list

Pfp by: @vvvetka

Requests are always opened :)

My links:

Patreon

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Socials + commissions

Art tag - #valsart + #myart

MINORS DNI!

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Spicy

JJBA

Part1: Phantom Blood

Jojo kink hc smut + fluff

Virgin Jonathan joestar x f!reader smut

Part2: Battle Tendency

Caesar zeppeli x f!reader mommy kink smut

Joseph x f!reader tickling spicy

Jojo kink hc smut

Part3: Stardust Crusaders

Polnareff x f!reader stripping smut

Voyurism and exhibitionism DIO x f!reader smut

Part4: Diamond Is Unbreakable

4taro gagging f!reader smut

Tonio x f!reader fluff

Kira x f!reader breeding smut

Jojo kink hc smut

4taro x f!reader smut

4taro x f!reader sexting smut

Part5: Golden Wind

La squadra x f!reader smut

Ghiaccio x f!reader rough sex smut

Melone x f!reader smut

La squadra kink hc smut

Formaggio x f!reader stuck in a wall smut

DP(1 hole) Melone x f!reader x prosciutto smut

Bruno x f!reader pegging smut

Melone foot fetish x f!reader smut

Prosciutto x f!reader sensory deprivation smut

Formaggio x f!reader role reverse smut

Somnophillia mista x f!reader smut

DP(2 holes) Abbachio x f!reader x Bruno smut

Abbacchio x f!reader Size difference + loss of virginity smut

Ghiaccio x f!reader virginity loss smut

La squadra x f!reader smut

Mista x Abbachio x Bruno x f!reader smut

Part6: Stone Ocean

Anasui x f!reader roleplay spicy

Jojo kink hc smut

Part 7:Steel Ball Run

Funny valentine x reader x scarlet valentine smut

Gyro zeppeli x m!reader smut

Sbr bj headcanons smut

Funny Valentine x f!reader smut

Johnny Joestar x f!reader fluff

Johnny Joestar x f!reader x Funny Valentine smut

Johnny joestar x f!reader angst

Sbr dick hc + how they Fuck smut

Funny Valentine headcanons fluff

Gyro zeppeli x reader x johnny joestar smut

Funny valentine x f!reader smut

Funny Valentine nsfw alphabet smut

Gyro zeppeli nsfw alphabet smut

Johnny joestar x f!reader lactation kink smut

Dacryphillia (tears or sobbing)+ semi sadomasochism: Funny Valentine smut

Semi public handjob JohnnyJoestar x f!reader smut

Jojo kink hc smut

Funny valentine kink hc+ what he likes in a girl smut

Sbr (minus gyro) random hc fluff + smut

Tf2

Check up: Medic x f!reader smut

Dear doctor: medic x f!reader pantie play smut

Get free: medic x f!reader x enemy spy smut

Lerne deutsch: medic x f!reader smut

Medic x f!reader: NSFW alphabet smut

First time: medic x f!virgin!reader smut

Caught redhanded: sniper x f!reader smut

Heavy x f!reader: stomach buldge imagine smut

Hysteria: medic x f!reader smut

Beg for your life: red team x blu!f!reader smut

Priest Medic x f!reader smut

Sniper x f!reader: pantie kink smut

Spy/Sniper/Scout/Engi playlists fluff

Scout x virgin!fem!reader x sniper smut

Sniper x f!reader: that’s how we do it in a bush smut

Spy, Scout, Sniper, Medic getting high spicy

Sniper x f!reader: Valentine’s Day Tehe smut

Cold night: Sniper x f!reader: smut smut

SniperxF!reader: teaching how to shoot a gun spicy

Easy killin’: Red sniper x f!Blu reader smut

Teasingly: Sniper x f!reader x Spy smut

Tight space: Sniper x f!reader smut

Mine, all mine: Yan!Sniper x f!reader smut

Support class: how they fuck, kink and dick hc smut

Defense class: how they fuck, kink and dick hc smut

Bottoms up: Engie x f!reader smut

[bygiornogiovanna]

bygiornogiovanna's Magical Masterlist

haha i thought i would do this since i have a few stories. :D

♡-fluff

●/○-smut/smut references

•-yandere

■-fun

□-small angst

◇-angst

drabbles

JJBA

"His betrayal"-Giorno Giovanna feat. Fugo Pannacotta □•

"Moth to a flame"-Giorno Giovanna □•

"A karaoke night plan"-Josuke Higashikata ♡■

"Rejecting an asshole tsundere"-Jotaro Kujo ◇

"A little Christmas gift"-Jolyne Cujoh ♡

"An unexpected surprise"-Giorno Giovanna ♡

"Emotions"-Jotaro Kujo •

"A misty memory"-Kars ♡(kind-of)

one-shots

JJBA

"You can't get rid of me, darling"-Giorno Giovanna •

"You are mine"-Giorno Giovanna ○•

"Acceptance"-Bruno Bucciarati ♡•

"We really are meant for each other, aren't we?"-Josuke Higashikata ○•

"You can run, but you can't hide"-Diavolo ○•

"Failed attempts"-Giorno Giovanna ♡○•

"Comfort"-Josuke Higashikata □♡

"Bellyache"-Bruno Bucciarati ♡

"What exactly are yanderes?"-Giorno Giovanna ■•

"You liking his stand"-Giorno Giovanna ♡■•

"A flower crown worth a thousand"-Fugo Pannacotta, Bruno Bucciarati, Trish Una ♡

headcanons

"Back to what we were"-Giorno Giovanna •

"Won't get away"-Jolune Cujoh •□○

JJBA

"How he is as your boyfriend"-Jotaro Kujo ♡■

"Love language"-Josuke Higashikata and Koichi Hirose♡

"Playing with their hair for the first time"-Jojos part 1-6 ♡•

"Catching you mid-escaping"-Jojos part 1-6 •

"A trip to the pool"-Jojos part 1-6 ♡■•

"Avoiding them (1)"-Giorno Giovanna, Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio □♡

"Avoiding them (2)"-Fugo Pannacotta, Narancia Ghirga, Guido Mista □♡

"Referring to them as your friend"-Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, Bruno Bucciarati ■

"A prankster"-Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, Josuke Higashikata ■

"Finding out you faked an orgasm"-Stardust Crusaders (w/o Joseph) ○

"S/o with a style that changes fast"-Vento Aureo Gang ♡■

"Unexpected surprise"-Jotaro Kujo (pt.3), Noriaki Kakyoin, Josuke Higashikata ♡○

"You talking back after they pissed you off"-Vento Aureo Gang ■

"Facade (1)"-Giorno Giovanna, Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio □♡

JJK

"Pillow princess"-Nanami Kento ●•

KNY

"Shy little thing"-Hashiras (-Muichiro) ♡■

mini-series

"Love potion (1)"-Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar (pt2), Jotaro Kujo ♡

"Love potion (2)"-Josuke Higashikata feat Okuyasu Nijimura ♡

"Paralyzed (1)"-Josuke Higashikata ♡

series

coming soon...

[naomijoestar]

I just wrote a kinda NSFW mista fanfiction, should I post it? 👀

Edit: it’s out, here’s the link…

[mayorasmusings]

This Tumblr is only for 18+ - Minors DO NOT INTERACT!

I will block you.

Hi and welcome,

Mayora here, 30+.

I like to write SFW/NSFW headcanons, scenarios and the occasional fic. Some involve reader, some involve pairings or characters on their own.

The following warnings are something I would like you to heed, before proceeding to interact with my posts/blog in general or send in requests:

Being a German-Arab, English is not my first language, so things might be off, here and there. I am very eager to learn and be corrected, though.

Aside from the usual fluff and smut, I also write and take requests for the following, rather dark and triggering topics such as:

yandere/obsession/control

age-gap relationships (mostly older women, younger men)

murder/snuff/mutilation

female rage/female pleasure

abusive relationships/family-systems

drugs (use and addiction)

rape/non-con/dub-con

mental illness (especially C-PTSD and the cluster-B-spectrum)

all types of kinks and fetishes (but with limits)

sex-work (not a dark topic, but to some it's triggering)

glorification of villany

misogyny/toxic masculinity

criminal behavior

vampirism

Just because I write about these topics, it doesn't mean that I condone or glorify any of this. So please, if any of this triggers you, strictly heed the content warnings of the individual posts or don't interact with the blog altogether. I will not pull any punches here.

I write and take requests for the following fandoms:

FF VI-FFX and XV (especially FFXV)

JJBA Part 1-8

Dragon Age

Persona 2 IS and EP

Digital Devil Saga/SMT-universe

Angel Sanctuary

My boundaries

I draw the line at following topics:

anything involving animals (pet-play, as in roleplay with two humans is okay, though)

underage characters

children

scat

incest

pregnancy in general

transphobia

racism

raceplay

Note: If a character is aged up considerably (10-20 years older than canon), I might consider writing for them, but I don't guarantee filling that type of request.

I'm also uncomfortable writing for the following pairings/characters:

FFXV

Ignis/Noctis

Ignis/Prompto

Gladio/Noctis

Gladio/Prompto

an OT3/4 involving them interacting as a polycule - I can however write the four of them interacting separetely from one another with a character outside the group. Basically some polyandry, if you will.

Iris - SFW and Implications of having a crush/boyfriend are alright though.

JJBA

The complete Phantom Blood cast

DioPucci. I think it's an interesting pairing, but I don't feel comfortable creating content for it, myself.

Josuke

Yukako

Okuyasu

Koichi

Giorno

Mista

Narancia

Trish

Persona 2

Lisa, Eikichi, Jun, Tatsuya or any of the other schoolkids. SFW or aged up is alright though.

Katsuya/Tatsuya.

Maya/Tatsuya.

Angel Sanctuary

Kurai

Sara