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The new JoJolands chapter is wild

An Educational Favour: I

NOTsfw // FEM! reader & pronouns

warnings/notes: 18+ content, minors dni, it’s Illuso x reader but also Risotto, casual discussions of virginity, interc0urse, v0yeurism?, questionable group dynamics

part 1- 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 -7

PART I: 🪞Illuso🪞

“No.” A simple reply shifting the mood that previously dominated the conversation.  A casual and perhaps a bit nervous one had now transformed into slight embarrassment and coyness, Risotto’s stern dark eyes boring into yours as you wished to retract your words. “Why?” Courage having left your voice, a dejected curiosity more prevalent as your eyes begged for a different answer. The tall man was mulling over the question, trying to come up with an answer that would satisfy you. He truly did want to aid you but he knew it would be for the best to find another solution. “You’re not ready. Starting with me just wouldn’t be wise.” The stoic man made sure to interlace his rejection with a hint of compassion, trying to make it obvious that he hadn’t intended on hurting your feelings. As you assessed his answer an idea sprung to life making you straighten your back and causing an earnest glimmer to grace your eyes as they widened. “Then I won’t start with you. What about the rest? They’d agree, no?” 

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Pro interrogator

Ignore the errors shfjfn

here's the rest of my tarot inspired vento aureo drawings! <3

link to the first 9 here!

i've spent so many hours and so much love on this project, i hope you like it! i know i do :) ive tried to fill them with details people can look for and some of you already know about them because ive showed you hehehe. anyways, this project and vento aureo as a whole means so much to me and im glad i can infect all of you with my brain eating jojo fungus. my favourite is the hanged man i think. it just fits him very well and i like how it turned out. and of course, giorno obviously get to be the world too. obviously. come on.

anyway, enjoy <3

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Can I ask for Bruno fingering his crush//S/O out for the first time,,, something soft to balance out all the other wild requests you must be getting lol

a/n: this is kinda a breath of fresh air considering how weird my inbox has gotten recently also OH GOD THIS IS SO LONG i got carried away sorry

warnings: smut, kinda fluffy, pre vento aureo

 You knew a date with Bucciarati was a bad idea. You knew he would show up, but it was only to humor your aging mother. She’d begged him for weeks and weeks to take you on a date. She insisted you spent too much time inside, and after the third time you’d turned one of the local boys away, you had to admit she was, at least a little, right.

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No fucking way, araki!

theyd be good friends

kira is patrick bateman if he worked in retail

hc were I suck risottos dick

Yes. Exactly. Exactly anon, that’s the quality content I’m here to see. I guarantee Risotto would love to see you try to take all of him, even if you gag a bit or have tears in your eyes. He likes some nice sloppy head, but he also finds it precious if you’re less experienced. You need him to help you learn? How sweet. He can’t wait to break you in. 🖤

vento aureo from memories

Your first time with Bucci gang (Bruno, Abbacchio, and Mista)

A/N: For some reason I got hit with inspiration for these three. They're all so different from the LS crowd, I like the variety between them. First time, as in reader is a virgin + first times with them in general.

warnings: suggestive content and language. creampies. virgin reader.

genre: nsfw. minors dni

Bruno:

From the moment you two met, your capo knew there's something different about you. He couldn't tell because he didn't get to taste you just yet. Bruno is a peculiar man. Being in the mafia as long as he has, the experience gives him the upper hand in predicting certain qualities about people. And you, you're one of his most important people. He picks up on the way your breath hitches just from the brush of his fingers against the hem of your clothes. Or the way his lips make goosebumps appear on your skin.

Those whimpers are too difficult to ignore and in the middle of a make-out session that got heated very quick he comments "that's the taste of a virgin" onto your skin, hot breath fanning the flames inside your gut. You're acutely aware of the power he has over you, being your boss and instructing you at work on top of being more experienced. Yet, the fact that he's gentle even when he could absolutely ruin you, makes you incredibly wet between the legs. You're caught in the limbo of desire, wanting him to go slow and wanting his cock to be go so deep, you think you'll never walk again.

But you hold out on your thoughts in hopes that he will understand. And he does. Bruno spreads you open so easily, gliding his tongue wherever it will go. Traveling from the between your chest to your legs, he uses it expertly. He dangles you by a single thread bringing you to the edge, only to deny any release. Bruno is a quick learner, he knows how you like to be touched and where from the sounds you make. He's generous too, as it's your first time, he puts your pleasure before his own but do not think he won't use your body for his release. Because in the heat of your hole, he loses himself too much to hear your pleas. "just a little longer, baby, and I'll fill you up like you so desire."

He can't help the softness that comes out for your first time. He wants it to be memorable and fun for the both of you but he cannot wait to show you how much you make his blood boil over under his skin.

Abbacchio:

You couldn't have picked a more dangerous man to sleep with for your first time. But he is as protective of the fragile as he is sharp. Truthfully, he never thought he would end up in a situation like this. The underworld chewed him up and spit him out, he's the last person to be someone's first and yet you sit pretty on his lap, covering him with your wetness with ease. He knows he's well endowed and he fears he would hurt you too much and asks you "are you sure about this" too often between kisses for your liking. You're tired of whispering yes so he makes you scream it while he makes you bounce on his cock.

There was no warning for the way he could handle you. His hands on your middle will most likely leave marks that you'll examine thoroughly the next morning at the mirror but for now you don't care. It may be your first time but you've waited far too long for the feeling of him filling you up wholly. Abbacchio's low grunts do nothing but make you wetter, allow him to glide in and out quickly. Even then, he used a hefty amount of lube as to protect you. It was shocking to find out that you're still a virgin but he found it precious that you're still untouched by the impurities that lurk around your lifestyle. Abbacchio imagines impurifying you himself, spilling all of himself into your writhing form with much more force than you'd expected yet you can't be too worried in the moment, lost in your pleasure and the feeling of sticky white liquid between your legs. It's addicting.

"Were you that desperate for cock," he pants, asking rhetorically "that you would fuck even the lowest of scum like me?" Had you not been fucked out and in bliss you'd have reprimanded him. You nod, partially so he can continue and partially confirming his beliefs. You are desperate. For his cock and his only. Nothing comes to mind except the sheer girth that stretches you deliciously and makes you forget the horrors outside the confines of your room. Or the feeling of his thick arms holding you in place, protective yet crushingly heavy against your own. A mouse caught in a trap, he fully intends to fuck you to exhaustion even if he's your first.

It's impossible to miss how tightly he holds you to his chest when you're both spent. You hear his heartbeat drumming against yours and the sticky feeling of his body against yours.

Mista:

The filthy things he spills from hearing you say is your first already has you weak in the knees. He promises great pleasure with a charming glint in his voice and a glint in his eyes that tells you he's not lying. Mista likes to impress in bed, not with his size but with this voice. He's absolutely enthralled by your body and he will not shut up about it. "Gorgeous," whispers onto your belly, pressing a wet kiss to the flesh that jolts courses electricity through your veins. He made plenty sure that you know just how much you make him feel the same from the way he grinds against you. Those tight pants never did much to hide his bulge but with him hard and leaking it's much more obvious how much he wants to be inside you.

As vocal as he is, he gets much quieter with concentration, preparing you the best way he can with his fingers, not afraid to experimentally take it out and give it a lick, offering you the same. Mista's quite affectionate for your first time, placing little kisses to your hole adoringly, but making sure it's wet from his kitten licks, he loves to feel you shake underneath him, beckoning you to moan louder. "Cum for me, sweet heart," he indirectly pleads, relishing at how you clench around his finger, he imagines the same feeling on his cock, grunting at the ghost feeling of you around him.

It's not long before you feel his tip at your entrance, a soothing hand rubbing against your stomach like a warm pet animal. And you find out that night much about Mista is animalistic and primal. His hips snap against yours with a force that feels like an earthquake, breaking you apart and putting you back together at once. It's overwhelming and your senses can barely take it. You have little time to pant before he holds your tight on his cock, shaking while filling you with his cum and licking his lips at the sensation. He chuckles when he's done, at nothing in particular before showering you in kisses. He's back to his excited state before you could even catch your breath.

"We should do this again," the whisper is not very audible during the pillow talk. "You can be inside me next time." Mista gives a lecherous smile at his own words. He loves to leave you with promises of more excitement.

yea

fursona

the flowers blooming in my heart.....

ー Synopsis : How shall one knows that their love is true? Is it love at first sight? Tell me, how and when did you recognize that you love them sincerely, with familiarity, and without doubt? To you, what is love?

ー Characters : Squadra Guardie del corpo (Bucci Gang)

ー Since the day of love has arrived, this is a Valentine's day special! I hope all of you lovelies enjoy it ♡

♤ Nohr ♤

Bruno Bucciarati

Dearest, did you know how Bruno realized that he loves you deeply? Was it when he realized he would go to the ends of the world you? Or was it when he swore to shield you from any harm? No, my dearest. The truth is simpler than you thought. Bucciarati is a kind man, he was too kind, even when he uses his fists, even when he walks the path of bloodshed, the real Bucciarati is a child who lives by the sea, longing for a simpler time, a happier outcome, a kinder fate.

The moment where Bruno Bucciarati realizes he loves you deeply was when both of you are bathed in an afternoon's sunlight, then a humble wish gently floats into his mind, he wished to settle with you at the place where he grew under gentle care and loving warmth.

Love is when Bruno Bucciarati wants to live with you in his parents' house.

Leone Abbacchio

Your lover is fragile, closing his heart shut. If only his heart could manifest itself before your eyes, you'd see that it has deteriorated. Like a bird which has fallen a many times, Abbacchio came back more bitter than before. His nightmares won't go away, it'll never disappear. But, why? Why did you have to enter his life? Is fate playing a cruel joke? Those questions ran through his head.

Abbacchio was afraid to love you, he fears that if he laid a hand on you, even if it was a feather-like touch, you'll end up damaged like him. Abbacchio doesn't trust himself to be near you. Yet, you never left him despite the unpleasant way he treated you. It's as if you knew he doesn't mean it, that it was all an act, as if you knew he's wailing and grieving behind his scowl, that he's clawing at the walls he built around his heart, hungry for the love he didn't knew he desperately needs. That is when a thought enters his mind, and Abbacchio realizes he loves you. He is worthy, even though bruised and battered, damaged beyond repair, he deserves to be loved.

Love is when Leone Abbacchio wants you to be next to him as he faces the cruel reality.

Guido Mista

So far, Mista's life has been ordinary. Same old days, same old stuffs, same old people. And what about love? Whenever he saw cute girls, he would shot his chance, even if he got rejected. But, he leaves it at that. What is love to Guido Mista? Love is just another pleasure, another aspect of life that has to be enjoyed. Pursuing true love is something complex, something a simple man wouldn't do. And that's what he believes too as he courts you.

Bit by bit Mista came to know that you are not just another pleasure, you are someone important to him, someone who he bonds with. In the end, Guido Mista learns that love takes effort. He is a simple-minded man, but not ignorant. He couldn't just reap the joys of love without acknowledging the endeavors which runs behind the scenes. Mista doesn't want to lose you, not when there's only one you in this world. This feeling wasn't just a mixture of adrenaline and dopamine like chasing flings after flings, he realizes that what he's feeling is deeper, it's love.

Love is when Guido Mista is willing to put effort into your love, no matter how complicated it is.

Narancia Ghirga

Short-tempered, childish, rough, yet his heart was nothing but gold. Is that even possible? Well, why not? Does he ever even concern himself about love? Likewise, that concept never crossed his mind, rather, he forgot what it feels like to be loved. The love he received from his mother was a long gone memory, forgotten in the mists of time. And, in time, he also forgot how to love. The form of affection he understood is that of friendship. While it's not incorrect or even God forbids an inferior kind of love, Narancia still doesn't understand it.

Narancia's form of love is often said to be childish, like a flickering fire that burns brighter with twirling sparks. Even if it's not perfect, it's a good start. Besides, there's nothing wrong with indulging in his jovial antics.....most of the time. Narancia, the silly boy, has a silly form of love. The values he held would make you chuckle or giggle from time to time, because above all, Narancia is innocent. Although, you do have a tendency to call him cute. Narancia doesn't mind, but he wants to be seen as a man, not a mere child. He pouts at times when you called him "cute".

Love is when Narancia Ghirga wants you to tell him, from the bottom of your heart, that he's "cool".

Pannacotta Fugo

How? How did he even knew that he loves you? Nobody has ever taught Fugo what love is, except for the library books. For him, who've never known love, you are an anomaly. He tried to find any explanation to why he felt endorphin and serotonin pumping through his brain. Fugo is smart enough to know it's love, but, he couldn't find any particular reason as to why he fell in love with you. He read once in a book, 'If you love someone without knowing why, that is love.' From then on, he stopped trying to seek the answers, and opts to accept that it is what is.

My dear, you already know how Fugo is, but there is something you don't know. The moment he knew he genuinely loves you is when you understood him, not his mind, but his heart. You understand that his explosive anger, which disgusts even Fugo himself, stems from sorrow. He is sad, simple as that. He is sad that Narancia won't try to improve himself, he is sad that his parents used him, he is sad that his teacher mistreated him, he is sad by what fate throws at him. What Fugo feels when he came to a realization wasn't joyous like butterflies in his stomach, it was a relieving ache, a stinging but soothing pain when he confirms that he loves you.

Love is when Pannacotta Fugo wants to show you who he really is.

Giorno Giovanna

From the day he was born, he had no one in his life. Not even his own blood and flesh. Just like Fugo, there's no one who taught him how to love. Only the unknown mafioso has treated him like a proper individual. That is why Giorno used the mask of a polite, charming gentleman to compensate for his flaw. It did work, but as soon as he was faced with you, the façade soon crumbles into dust. His vulnerable side came out, showing a child with a fear of abandonment. At first, he was attached to you, soon it turned into admiration, then endearment, and finally a profound emotion which intensity overwhelmed him. You could call it...love? Fondness?

Now, what are you? A question he denies but knows the answer to. Dear, to Giorno, you are a drug. Yes, though Giorno Giovanna loathes the existence of drugs, in truth, his hypocrisy runs deep because you are the closest thing there is to a drug. You made Giorno lost his mind, logic, and reason. His heart softens if it involves you. And he was addicted to your presence. You are something he can't let go, what else should we call you if not a drug? At the end of the day, Giorno respects you for you. You are his equal, the donna to his don, the Cosette to his Marius Pontmercy. He finally revealed his true self, lying beneath the resolve he bore. Giorno realized he loved you, after he showed you the what he truly is, neither a demon nor a god, but just an ordinary someone who yearns for love.

Love is when Giorno Giovanna-- no, Haruno Shiobana trusts you enough to cry in front of you, freely and sincerely.

.....belongs to only you, my beloved.

Tending To You

Aftercare with The Bucciarati Team

JJBA Headcanons ⚜ Team Bucciarati x fem reader (Adult members only)

TAGS/CW: 18+ ONLY explicit sexual content, repost from my old blog, suggestive, fluffy smut, established relationships, pet names, pillowtalk, sweet affirmations of affection, mentions of soreness, aftercare

Bruno

He rocks your world, turns it upside down and inside out. You're lost in what little sanity you have left, placed in a trance by the way he knows just how to touch you, how hard, how soft, how fast. 

“Bambina, place your arms around me,” your beloved Capo commands softly, lifting you from the bed with ease and carrying you bridal style to the bath. Candles are lit all over the floor, petals laid in the heated water, and soothing jazz plays in the background. 

Normally you’d be a flustered mess to be so naked and vulnerable around someone in such a state as this, but with him it’s different. Everything’s different with him. He cares so much, yet he doesn't care at all.

He places you in the bath and climbs in behind you, wrapping your legs around his waist to face him. 

You reach for the soap but he stops you. “Let me wash you.” The intense adoration cuts clear through in his voice as you place it in his hand, momentarily lingering on his hardened palm.

Before he washes your body, first comes the shampoo, which he squirts onto his hands and rubs onto your scalp, softly scratching at your head with vigor.

He rinses your hair, still face to face as he watches the water pour down your face. The silence is peaceful and full of warmth.

He reaches behind you to ring out your dripping hair, squeezing the locks between his fingers. He then turns you around and lavishes your body in bubbles, enjoying the way your slippery skin feels over his calloused fingers. His skilled hands, hands of power, resilience, and strength, that care so tenderly to your fragile body like a porcelain vase.

You value the time you have with him, small, intimate moments like this when you can be open and free with him and no one else can interrupt. Along with being a very good lover, he’s also a trustworthy caretaker and you put your faith in him to tend to you after long, passionate nights like these.

“Mio prezioso amante (my precious love), I envy the time we don’t spend together, for the days I spend away from you.” It’s as if he can read your mind, and you turn back to face him as he speaks. “If I could have you every night, twisted between my body and the sheets, shaking in pleasure, I would ask for it a thousand times.”

“You treat me so well, Bruno. I don’t wish for anything at all, just that you don’t stop loving me.”

His eyes go wide for a moment, caught off guard by your words.

He pulls you onto his lap, chuckling softly as he struggles to grab your slippery legs. He rubs his nose against yours in a sign of affection. His dark locks tickle your forehead.

“Never, amore.”

Abbacchio

Sharp golden-shaded eyes flicker through your vision as a strong hand holds your inner thigh. "Amore, are you still with me?" His voice calls out to you like a lighthouse in a storm. Your body is fatigued, truly and utterly boneless thanks to no other than the sturdy gangster that holds you so close and protectively. He sighs in relief as you open your eyes, catching his own staring down at you with concern. You answer him with a weary smile, weakly leaning up to kiss him. He quickly catches the back of your neck and pulls you to his lips, pulling you in for a deep, passionate kiss.

“Leone, I-”

“Say no more, mia ragazza carina.” (My pretty girl) He shushes you with a call of his stand, which appears and zooms to the kitchen. You hear dishes clink and the sound of running water before Moody Blues appears once again before your eyes, disappearing as he places a cold glass of water in Leone’s hands. 

A strong arm pulls you up from your waist and Leone sits up along with you, using his chest for leverage as he holds you against him.

“Drink,” he orders firmly, tilting the cup to your lips. He watches as you gulp down the cool liquid, relief rushing through your body as you finish the entire cup.

He places the cup on the nightstand and tugs you back on top of him, caressing your bare body and drawing small circles on the small of your back.

"It's times like this when I wonder," Leone whispers in a low tone, tucking your head under his chin, "that we’re two lonely pieces of a puzzle, just aimlessly roaming around to find where we belong in the bigger picture. But when we connect, I…” He fumbles for your hand and links his fingers between your own, “I feel like I don’t need to know if I belong anywhere else.”

You place your ear on his chest and smile, falling under a spell at the way his slow beating heart vibrates against your skin like a lullaby. “You took the words right out of my mouth,” you whisper back, twirling his silver locks between your fingers.

“I know I don’t say it as much as I should, but ti amo, amore.” He looks down at you and flashes a charming smile, and a hint of moisture crinkles in the corner of his eyes. “More and more everyday.”

Mista

Mista’s forgetfulness seems to plague him a lot at moments like these. He lays beside you in bliss, catching his breath as you attempt to speak.

“Whew, bella. Who knew you’d make me so tired, dio mio you’ve made me work up an appetite.” He stretches in satisfaction and licks his lips.  “I’m gonna get some snacks.”

Your face begins to burn as you attempt to stand along with him until a sharp pain riddles through your lower half, making you yelp. His face flashes with horror as he pushes you back down. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?”

You shake your head reassuringly as he sits down and examines you. He lifts your arms, turns them over, then your legs. You whimper again when he massages your thigh. He’s still confused; there’s no sign of bruises or marks.

You help him locate the cause of your discomfort, shifting and rubbing your legs together timidly. “Um, I’m still a little sore.”

A lightbulb pops above his head and he shoots up, unaware that he’s standing stark naked in front of you, with all of his goods out on display. You stifle a laugh as he turns on his heels, his toned ass is on bare display as he runs to the bathroom.

He comes back with a hot cloth and lifts your leg, gently pressing it to your center. He mutters a string of Italian expletives to himself that you can’t quite catch, but your heart fills with warmth as you watch him fuss over your aching.

“Mista, I’m fine. I can do it myself–”

“Shh, dolcezza. I’ve got you.” His brows furrow in concentration as he nurtures your soreness, running out once more to replace the cloth with a hot pack wrapped in a towel. He shifts you on your side and places it between your legs, throwing the blanket over the two of you. 

He covers your face in kisses along with a heavy-hearted apology. “Mio amore,” he kisses your forehead, “doesn’t ever deserve to be in pain.”

He continues asking for forgiveness until you shut him up with a kiss. “You really think I can’t handle you?”

He hovers over your lips and smirks. “Maybe not, because I was holding back. Next time I’ll go as hard as you like.”

𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓫𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲'𝓼 𝓼𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓭 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾

character(s): bruno bucciarati, leone abbacchio, guido mista

warning(s): none. mildly suggestive for mista, mild angst for abbacchio

bruno bucciarati

kisses you like you’re made of glass. his touches are light and lingering, his fingertips very gently grazing your cheek as he dips his head down to press his lips to yours.

despite how chaste he is, he loves to kiss! he likes to be close to you and thinks it’s a very intimate thing between lovers.

bruno is hesitant to deepen any of his kisses with you, so you will have to take initiative. once he’s a little more sure of himself, he will happily kiss you back with just as much, if not more, intensity.

will not kiss you in public. he is very hesitant about PDA and gets worried when you two are just seen around each other, he doesn’t want to risk it any further by showing his affection for you.

he might give you a kiss on the cheek if he’s sure you’re both alone though!

if it’s just you two in the comfort of your home, his office, etc. he loves spontaneous kisses and usually seeks you out to just give you a kiss before going back to work.

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Kiss Headcanons - La Squadra

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Risotto

Risotto kisses you as softly as he can, caressing your cheek with his fingers as though you’re a priceless treasure.

Kissing you is a chance for him to relax, even if only for a short while. It’s something he values deeply and he really wants you to know this.

There’s a sensuality to the light touches and the meticulous movement of his lips. Being gentle is of utmost importance to him.

He doesn’t mind roughness in other aspects but this is a realm he wishes to keep away from that. It’s a way to express true affection.

Lying down with you on his chest is his ideal spot for kissing. He lives for the tenderness of it and how your bodies wrap around one another.

Formaggio

Formaggio kisses you with one arm slung around your waist, pressing you as tightly against his chest as he can.

He loves to tease you by going in for a kiss and then peppering them across your face at the last moment or biting your lip instead. Making you laugh is his goal.

When he kisses you, he’s doing it to make you both smile. If you enjoy something, he will do that every single time.

Being is public isn’t an issue for him at all and he will gladly pull you to him no matter who’s around. It’s none of their business either way.

His favourite thing that you can do while kissing is to run your hands down his chest. It always makes him pull you even closer.

Illuso

Illuso kisses you with his grip tight on your upper arms, forcing you to crane your neck to meet him.

Being able to surround you is important for him – knowing that he’s utterly dominating your time and your attention in that moment.

When you kiss him back, you make his pride swell in a way nothing else can and he demands that whenever he’s beginning to question himself.

He doesn’t kiss you roughly despite this. Everything is kept slow so he can enjoy every second without rush.

Having you ask him to kiss you is the best part for him. Even if he’s the one seeking it out, he’ll drop constant hints that you should ask so that he can tease you.

Prosciutto

Prosciutto kisses you with one hand on the back of your neck, his touch nothing more than a façade of control.

He enjoys the pretense of being in charge but will always yield to your lead. He would never admit to such a thing if asked.

There’s an element of insecurity in the way he holds you. Kissing is something very personal for him, it makes him more vulnerable than he would care to acknowledge.

His favourite kisses are like secrets, exchanged in private rooms where there’s no need to worry about unwanted attention.

Despite this, he has a special love for the fierceness of an angry kiss, drawn about by an argument or challenge.

Pesci

Pesci kisses you with his fingers intertwined with your own, a slight tremble in his arms every time.

He whispers little praises in every break – unable to not tell you what he’s feeling. They’re always compliments or admissions of love.

Kissing is something he enjoys taking the lead in and he adores it when you allow him to do this. He knows exactly what to do and likes to prove as much.

He doesn’t mind kissing you in public. There are plenty of things he’s nervous and embarrassed about but this isn’t one of them.

He will always rest his forehead against your own after kissing you. The intimacy of looking into your eyes like this will give him butterflies every time.

Melone

Melone kisses you by running his hands over your hips and bringing his lips teasingly close until you grow impatient.

He can’t help but smile when he’s kissing you. It never takes away from his technique and he’s always sure to praise something he enjoys.

He doesn’t think a kiss should be static and loves to touch and caress as much of your body as he can. Simply standing there is very boring in his mind.

It’s easy to get dizzy with the intensity of his kisses. They’ve got an addictive quality and his lack of shame means they’re far from rare.

The type of kiss he loves the most is one that’s a complete surprise – something where desire is like electricity being shared between both of you.

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio kisses you with an unmatched urgency; a hand either clutching at your clothes or knotted in your hair.

Kissing is his biggest distraction and he will easily lose track of his thoughts. It simply becomes all that he can think of when you’re so close to him.

He loves it when you hang on him or tug him towards you. The feeling of being wanted is something he really, really values.

Kissing is a very private thing for him especially because he tends to turn bright red afterwards, even if you’re alone.

When he’s worked up, he’ll kiss you harshly. Your dazed look is one of his favourites but he’ll only do it at the right moments. He doesn’t want to make it common.

Sorbet

Sorbet kisses you while he gently cradles your jaw, rubbing small circles with his thumbs and sharing a thousand words in his actions.

There’s no place where his love can be felt more keenly than while kissing and his devotion to you is present in every movement.

Though he can appreciate having fun with it, he’s more often in the mood for something serious and meaningful.

He prefers to be in charge of the kiss and set the pace. If he chooses to go no further than something simple, he’d like that to be respected.

The anticipation before is something he likes to drag out, though not for long enough to tease – just long enough to make the kiss sweeter.

Gelato

Gelato kisses you with a rough enthusiasm and his arms thrown haphazardly around your neck. He pours all his energy into kissing you.

Soft sounds are a constant for him – he couldn’t stop them even if he wanted to.

Kissing is fun for him. He nips at your lips, interrupts with laughter, and will even tickle you unexpectedly. You’ll never know what to expect.

One of his favourite things is to have you straddling his lap or him doing the same to you. It’s almost an addiction at this point.

It doesn’t take him very long to turn a kiss frenzied. He adores messy kisses where the passion can be felt through the air.

Hi, please give us the anime already, thanks

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Talking about Dragona's Pronouns

I've seen a lot of people talking about the confusing situation with Dragona's gender after reading Chapter 1. The translators are confused too! We don't have very much information yet. The pronouns used for Dragona in Chapter 1 of The JOJOLands are an educated guess that may change in future chapters. I personally have just been using a mix of pronouns to refer to them, but in official contexts I think it's best to avoid gendered pronouns for now.

The full explanation is under the cut. Spoilers for TJL #1!

Roge and I, the translators of We Need More Yankiis, decided to use he/him pronouns for Dragona in the chapter for several reasons:

The only person who addresses Dragona with gendered language is their brother, and there is inconclusive evidence as to what they identify as. We have no official word on what Dragona's gender is, only narration from Jodio's perspective. According to him, they "love girly fashion" and get breast injections. Dragona is also revealed to have a penis, but they use very feminine speaking patterns in Japanese, including the very feminine personal pronoun アタシ (atashi). This is typically used by women, but it can also be used by very effeminate men.

Jodio uses the term 'nii-san' (兄さん), translated as bro, to refer to Dragona. This is typically masculine. In Japanese, it's not always a statement on gender to call somebody by a term that doesn't match the gender they identify with - it can just be reflecting how they like to present themselves. For example, Japanese fans commonly call Ermes 'aniki' (兄貴) because she's a masculine woman. Still, it's much more likely that this is him thinking of Dragona as a man instead of just being a more unique use of the term.

Dragona makes no indication of being uncomfortable being called a masculine term. While I personally doubt this is the only pronoun Dragona would be okay being called by, they have a friendly relationship with her brother, letting him call them nii-san to their face.

The only other clear trans rep we've ever really had in the series is the prisoner seen in Stone Ocean. Jolyne is just amazed at how well a person can transition, but the doctor (who is already indicated as being a bit unpleasant) misgenders him and says he was given hormone injections.

I can't really make any statements as to what Araki may have in mind with Dragona, but I think this sums up what the situation is as of Chapter 1 well enough.

One last note: please don't worry about Dragona's name being an intentional riff on drag. Drag is spelled 'doraggu' (ドラッグ) in Japanese, but Dragona's name is spelled as 'Doragona' (ドラゴナ). I think he just wanted a cool name that was referencing dragons, which are spelled as 'doragon' (ドラゴン).

Giorno Giovanna from Jojo's Bizzarre Adventure part 5

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