ninja never quit

People don't discuss enough that Dio Brando is straight up is a sexual predator. Part 1 Dio, the scene with Erina, the scene with Pocco's (?) sister both times, predatory behavior.

Then part 3. His go to method of getting people to work for him is to immediately seduce. Like, understand the first introduction we see of Dio in part 3 is a tasteful nude of himself rubbing on a body that isn't his. Then of course we see how he approached Avdol, and then the fact that it's implied in cannon that he did something to Kakyoin. Like the flash backs we get of Dio from Kakyoin's perspective are very survivor of sa in flavor.

Then we see in part 6, the flashbacks we get of Dio and Pucci are inherently intimated in nature. Add onto that the fact that Pucci was a teen in all of those flashback and we see very clearly that Dio Brando is a sexual predator. Not to mention his scenes in crazy diamonds demonic heartbreak.

You sit on the edge of the bed, watching the way his reflection warps in the glass. Outside, waves kiss the shore in a rhythm you’re starting to recognize. A kind of hush, a kind of lullaby. He hasn’t said a word since you both checked in.

“Are you going to say something?” you ask, voice a little thinner than intended.

He shifts. Barely. But it’s enough to make you think maybe. Maybe this time, he’ll tell you what the silence means. What the look in his eyes meant earlier, when he pulled you out of harm’s way like he’d done it a thousand times in his sleep.

But he doesn’t speak. He just sighs. Deep, slow. Like he’s carrying something he can’t put down.

You lie back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. “I don’t need a confession,” you say softly, mostly to the cracks in the plaster above you. “I just need to know if I matter. Even a little.”

There’s a long pause. Long enough for you to regret asking. Long enough to wish you could shrink the words back down into your chest and hide them under your ribs, in your heart, where they’ve always belonged.

Then, the bed shifts.

He sits beside you, carefully, as though he’s afraid the moment might break. Still, he doesn't speak, only exhales. You sit up again, eyes landing on his side profile.

You’ve long stopped expecting words from him; Jotaro has always loved like a storm trapped in glass, all pressure and no release. But in the way his shoulder brushes yours, in the way his coat falls open like he’s offering something unnamed, you understand. This is as close as he gets to softness. A silence that, in anyone else’s hands, would be empty—but in his, it's a confession.

But... perhaps, Jotaro has grown tired of going in circles with you. Perhaps, he's afraid that you may not understand what his silence entails. Perhaps, he worries that you can't see through his expression. You'll never know why, but against all odds, his lips part.

“You do,” he says finally, voice low. “You always have.”

It’s not romantic.

It’s not flowery.

It’s Jotaro.

His hand finds yours. Big and calloused, but hesitant. Like he’s learning how to touch without breaking something.

You squeeze it once. No words. You’ve never needed many with him.

giorno giovanna teaching you how to drive ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ with mista for emotional support!

cw: none! crack, platonic

“Gio, this is a terrible idea.” 

Your hands were gripping the steering wheel of the brand new super expensive car Giorno just bought with all the new money he has available now. The blond was sitting on the passenger seat, hands politely folded in his lap while you were actively going insane even if the car hadn't started yet. Mista was also there, splayed over the backseat with a can of cold soda in his hand waiting for you to do something slightly interesting. 

“Now, now. You were the one who insisted on learning how to drive,” Giorno reminds you, turning his face to you with his lips pressed. 

“Yeah, but I didn’t expect you to pull out the new car!” you bite back.

You try not to think about how pathetic the situation is, a fifteen year old teaching you how to drive with your other friend in the backseat doing absolutely nothing to help you because he also doesn’t know how to drive. 

contains: jotaro kujo x fem reader. baby jolyne. fluff (for the most part). petting manta rays.

note: had an idea to write some angst with jotaro but take this lil drabble first :3

in between saving the world from being destroyed by a vampire with a grudge against his lineage and being enrolled in a particularly grueling and extensive doctorate program, it’s not often that jotaro gets to enjoy the luxury of having a day off. he can’t remember the last time he had the chance to get more than five hours of sleep at a time.

this morning, however, he doesn’t wake up with his thesis’ rapidly approaching due date looming over his head like a storm cloud, or with the sound of an email from a panicking student wondering why’d he discounted twenty points for improper apa format (who put et.al on the first quotation anyways?), or from his boss asking him to put in a extra shift at the lab tonight.

no, instead, he wakes up to the sight of his wife peacefully sleeping next to him, breathtaking underneath the morning sun’s warmth pouring through their bedroom window. the sound of gentle pitter patters across hardwood floors wakes him up completely, his daughter’s face peeping in through the door. she’s too eager to see him actually home for once, practically sprinting across the room before hopping onto the bed.

you stir, letting out a quiet groan, but you don’t wake. “careful with your mom there. she’ll get up and bitch at us for not letting her sleep,” jotaro spoke in a whisper, his little girl letting out a small giggle as she pretended to zip her mouth.

he takes hold of the tv remote next to him, flipping through the different options before settling on something somewhat educational—the kratt brothers. it doesn’t take long for her to get immersed in the show, something about pronghorns. “what do you want to do with your old man and your mom today?” he asks after a while. jotaro wants to savor these moments as much as possible, as if to make up for how absent he’s been (and will continue to be) throughout her childhood.

“i wanna go to the aquarium!” so much for catching a break from fish today.

𝐉𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒' 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐉𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐎 𝐇𝐂𝐒

A/n ; HELLOO SWEETIEEE!!! Omg I hate Tumblr sometimes, I accidentally posted my unfinished draft for this, apologies love and I hope you enjoy ! Was grinning so big while writing this haha ! I hope you don't mind that I wrote from pt1-6, still figuring out my stinky boy gyro out💓

Dividers by @/cursed-carmine

fluff , x gn reader , suggestive in Jona's, Jol's and Gio's part, and very present in ‘Seph's part (I feel like all the jojos' got that freak in em)

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JONATHAN JOESTAR .

— ☆ It was purely on accident. He was just looking for his clothes, and opened Speedwagon's guest room door while asking if he had seen his stuff.

— ☆ Jonathan paused for a minute. You weren't aware of his presence and kept acting. Speedwagon shed actual tears into his handkerchief from holding his laughter back at the Joestar's dumbfounded look. The blond knew that at any moment Jonathan would enter to see you wearing his clothes and acting like him, as if you wore him instead.

— ☆ Honestly, Jonathan finds everything cute. He'd lean against the doorframe, arms crossed and smiling while you kept going—doing his signature poses, his famous lines and doing probably one of the best voice mimicks of “DIO!” he's heard so far. Speedwagon would nod his head, practically on the verge of pissing himself pale at how hilarious this whole thing was in his perspective.

— ☆ When you're finished and ask Speedwagon how accurate you were, Jonathan would softly clap behind you, a chuckle slips him when he sees you freeze.

“My dear, I'm honoured. You were truly lovely, and the accuracy?Just spot on!”

— ☆ Praises you a lot. He doesn't mind that you're getting flustered the more he speaks—he needs to tell you just how good you did! Sneaks in a few forehead and cheek kisses because he can't contain himself. When he looks at you, closer now—his heart beats a little faster..and he might also rest his hand on your exposed waist. His thumb softly caressing your skin. And..he may or may not get a little excited at the sight of you wearing his clothes—but he's a proper gentleman, he'll spare his good friend, Speedwagon's eyes.

JOSEPH JOESTAR .

— ☆ Sneaky mf. He was, at first, looking for Lisa Lisa to annoy the soul out of her as a good son student would. That was when he heard mumbled laughs coming from your room, he gasped and got curious— peeking through the slight crack of the door (flashbacks.)

— ☆ Could have shit himself for how violent his laugh burst out. But he managed to stifle it, looking at the scene with barely any energy left to hold his noises back (🤨). Caesar's gone. Literally gone, he's running out of air to laugh as you STILL keep adding to the joke while acting. You're doing these extra-over-the-top poses and his signature “Your next line is..!” sentences while Caesar's probably meeting with god for the third time. His laughing has gone mute, a hand is slapped over his eyes as his mouth gapes open in silent laughs while his elbows rest on a table and, he's leaning to the side like he's going to fall—that's how serious it is.

— ☆ Joseph wouldn't announce his presence immediately, he'll use you for it. He'll send a tickle of hamon into your shoe—which caused you to giggle and lose your balance. In a swift motion, his arms envelope your torso and he lifts you; you dangle like a cat as he smooches your cheek so hard an actual cat outside the window side eyed him.

“Awe look at you baby! My mini, cuter version!”

— ☆ Cuteness aggression. I can see him falling victim to it's hands. Showers you in kisses, whispering how good your impersonation of him was. Caesar had to cough twice to remind you two that he's still present in the room.

— ☆ Like his great grandpapa, he too gets excited seeing you wear his clothes—and he is very open about it. Keeps your body impossibly close to him, he's practically squeezing you into him while one of his big hands cup your face and he smothers it with kisses. You swear you can feel something like a brick in his bottoms but never commented on it as you enjoyed his over burst of affection. Caesar had already skidaddled by the way.

JOTARO KUJO .

— ☆ Frankly, Jotaro doesn't react. Nothing out of the ordinary. It was also purely coincidental, he was just strolling around the house for the shits and giggles.

— ☆ Kakyoin definitely is making sure you get Jotaro's full personality to the spot. From the facial expressions to the tone—he's adjusting your posture and altering your words like a teacher, all the while he giggles at how accurate you get. But the laughter abruptly pauses when the two of you freeze like deers in headlights hearing the living room door opening. Jotaro raises his eyebrow in concern. He heard everything. Somehow.

— ☆ He stays dead silent until someone speaks up; he's standing in the doorway like a statue while his eyes glance between his best friend to his lover. Kakyoin quickly makes up some excuse out of his ass cracks and luckily slipped away; which meant you were on your own. Jotaro shakes his head, mumbling his famous line you were just saying earlier. But when he looks at you again, you can see that barely held smirk of his.

“Good grief [Name].. Why'd you steal my clothes? I can't even see you properly in all those layers.”

— ☆ He takes his clothes back, AFTER he files away the memory of how loose they are on your figure. They are literally on the verge of falling down because they are hanging onto you with the help of half a dream. Once he takes his clothes back, he decides to let you keep his hat. When you ask him why, he'll mumble something along the lines, “It suits you.”

— ☆ Jotaro thinks for a moment whether to act on his thoughts or not when he sees your exposed shoulders after taking his coat (he wants to bite you). But in the end, he opts to tip your head back and bend down to press a brief peck to your lips. He does flick the hat down onto your face right after.

JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA .

— ☆ Josuke, Okuyasu and you were having a sleepover at his house. His mom (on my knees) called him to help her with some stuff so he had to leave for a bit—leaving you two together. When he comes back, the door is slightly cracked open so he's given a view of what's going on. Absolutely devastated you didn't include him. He would have loved to join!!

— ☆ He pouts as he watches from the sidelines, you strike another pose and Okuyasu choked on his laughs when he noticed his best friend. But, Josuke also can't help but feel the way his heart fluttered—the way you portrayed him, it doesn't matter if it's accurate or not. Just the thought makes heat rush up his cheeks, and his heart thumps against his chest a little more insistently. It wasn't long when his presence entered the room.

“Babe!! You don't need to to do this when you have the real deal right here!”

— ☆ He hugs you from behind, arms snaking around your waist while he rests his cheek on your shoulder, tilting his face to look up at you. His lips push out in a very cute pout, Okuyasu suddenly has the feeling to flee. The higashikata, even still sad you didn't include him, does give you loving cheek kisses. Josuke smirks when he smells your scent mingling with his own—he'll definitely wear the clothes you're wearing tomorrow so he can have your scent wrapping around him like a blanket.

GIORNO GIOVANNA . (Don ver.)

— ☆ Also very frankly, doesn't know how to react. He was looking for some files and his ears accidentally caught your voice.. doing a very strong tone that sounds similar to his.. Curiosity poked the cat's ass, so he peeked from the widely opened door and he made an expression that seemed to twist from shock, confusion and a little bit of everything cute. He looked like a very expressive head that floated into the picture (guys can you imagine it, I swear it's so funny.)

— ☆ Mista is already crying-laughing into the couch pillow, he's ascended levels not even Dio could. Giorno feels a little guilty stepping into the scene—You, confidently doing his poses, and Mista who's probably going to have a 25 abs pack after this. He clears his throat very softly, and smiles when he sees you visibly tense up.

— ☆ Moment you turn around, Giorno becomes the ash baby meme; he's flashed. But is also a little freak about it, your eyes are down there definitely. Because all of a sudden he's talking with your chest view, and you don't even know because he's so subtle about it. Now he understands why people finds his boob window so attractive; he's blushing hard. He also has something for your chest; just the thought of running his hand through that area, close to where your heart hums. It feels as if he has your heart right under his fingers...I blame this on the Dio genes personally.

“Mm..it appears that my old clothes.. suit you very well.”

— ☆ Mista is definitely watching, as a third wheel of course, while Giorno compliments how his old clothes seem to catch your figure flawlessly. Honestly, the blond can't take his eyes off you—the view of you wearing his clothes does excite himself as well. He even brushes his fingers against your waist and literally anywhere really, his hands cannot for the life of him stay at his side. And just as he was about to lean into a little kiss, Mista sneezed. Then quietly apologized. Giorno blessed him and decided to kiss you somewhere else.

JOLYNE CUJOH .

— ☆ Feral. Like in kitty terms. Hypothetically speaking, she would have you coaxed you into doing this with her. But, in this case; like her papa, it was purely coincidental. Was strolling by and caught you instantly.

— ☆ Ermes (love her) is hyping you up honestly, all the while she's barely surpassing her laughs. A hand covers her mouth as she bends down—whole body going into a fit of trembles while a wheeze rips out of her. You strike another a pose, she gives a wobbly thumbs up. Now, Ermes isn't laughing at you; she's laughing at how hilarious this whole thing is with Jolyne mischievously smiling behind your unsuspecting self.

— ☆ Jolyne decides she'll make herself present in the most jolyne way possible. She strikes the same exact poses you're doing while poor Ermes is dying. It's only when you finally notice her, is when she jumps you. Into a hug. Straight to the ground.

“Haha! You checking me out or something all the time? You nailed it!”

— ☆ Tickles you. Yes, I can visualise her doing that to the sides of your exposed stomach and under your arms. Moment you guys hit the surface together, her legs straddle your sides and her hands are FLYING to you. She tickles you with affection while Ermes watches on with a smile at you two lovebirds on the floor. You're trying to squirm out from underneath her, giggles and pleas for her to stop slipping from you. Jolyne gives you a kiss on the eyelid after she's done with you. And definitely gives you a wink that says she'll be waiting for you in her cell.

Narancia doesn’t remember a time where you and Bruno weren’t dating, when he talked with Bruno for the first time, you were there, sharing a meal with Bruno as he talked with you before telling Narancia to go back to his dad’s. You were there when Bruno visited him in the hospital, you even brought a little bouquet of purple flowers and obviously, you were there when he was welcomed on the team. You have a stand too, a pretty lilac and green stand and you help on the missions more than Narancia had imagined for a woman.

You and Bruno were the first people (Fugo too) that were nice to him after a long time, so how could he not get attached? You showed him around the house, taught him how to cook basic things and easy fight movies and Bruno taught him about strategy and other things. He looks up to both of you, almost seeing you as idol figures. 

So when you and Bruno fight, he’s a mess!

It started over something stupid, like usual. Bruno wanted the team to hit up this old warehouse at midnight for some recon on a rival group, all serious and planned out like always. You thought it was too risky without more info and wanted to wait until morning, maybe scope it out with your Stand first. One minute you two were talking calmly in the kitchen, the next both of you had that scary-calm voice you only used when you were really mad.

My biggest hopes with this pllotline are:

One of the classic ninja parents pulls up, if even for just a brief cameo. (preferrably Maya if we wanna go back and maybe resolve some of that Seabound stuff between Nya and Maya)

They GOTTA acknowledge the fact that Frak and Arin were friends as kids, and Arin's parents had to have known Reginald, maybe a "long time no see" or something. Make them closer? Make Reginald maybe more avoidant, because he doesn't like the idea of them seeing a more vulnerable side of himself? Idk.

Where's Frak's mom? Can she pull up?

Give me ALL the juxtaposition between "dad who feels moved to change himself for the benefit of his son" and "parents who feel moved to change their daughter for the benefit of themselves."

PLEASE GIVE ME HEATWAVE AS A COUNSELOR THAT WOULD BE SO FUNNY... Maybe bring back the Caregiver Bot

I know this plot is gonna end by episode 14 cus most of the interesting ideas end or happen by the 4th episode of a DR installment (Kai and Nya return in s1e4, Jay v. Nya in s2e14, Arin and Sora abandon Ras in s3e14, Jay gets his memories back in s4e4) but y'know I CAN STILL HOPE IT'S GOOD...

soo,, this might be a long one ^^"

could we get another jotaro x reader where jotaro is in denial of liking reader, but star platinum absolutely adores reader soo much that he brings them little trinkets, little letters, snacks, even pets on the head, etc without jotaro noticing,, and when jotaro eventually confesses to reader they get confused because they thought he'd been purposefully courting/flirting them with his stand this whole time,,,,, when he was for the most part just Not aware of what star was doing

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꒰ ︎︎︎ ❤︎ HIDDEN CRUSH ! ⤷ in which . . . jotaro doesn't plan on confessing his love to you, but star has other plans.

you know what people say, right? ignorance is bliss. and in this case, it's the fattest blessing in the world.

you really thought jotaro would've caught a whiff of star platinum's antics by now, but he seems completely oblivious to everything taking place behind his back.

to say jotaro's stand likes you a little too much would be an understatement. when you are face to face with jotaro, star immediately manifests next to him to give you a heartwarming wave. but things get a lot worse once jotaro walks away.

you don't know how big star platinum's range is, but it certainly must be pretty darn big if he manifests close to you almost everywhere. you live close to him, so your house is the stand's usual destination.

he just pops up without a warning, often in the most inconvenient times for you, just to present you some beautiful rocks that he found with a determined little smile on his face, like a cat delivering a dead mouse to its owner thinking that it brought back some kind of trophy.

"wow, star! those are... super nice!" you told him every single time, trying your absolute best to sound cheerful as he laid the stones on your desk, urging you to take them.

after putting them all in a box you purposefully bought to store all of the small trinkets star brought you every time he dropped by, the stand would give you a small headpat before disappearing.

sometimes he appears just in time before you trip somewhere, wrapping one of his strong arms around your waist to help you regain your balance, or just when something's about to slip from your hands, catching it moments before it hits the ground and makes a mess.

when you're studying, star will phase through the window just to drop a small snickers bar on your test and give you a big 'thumbs-up' befor returning to its user.

star platinum is somehow everywhere all the damn time for everything.

at first you thought that he was behaving like this simply because you're a fellow stand user, but when you found out that stands never treat anyone else other than their user with such care, you soon gave up on your initial assumption.

so what could it be?

the only reasonable explanation you could come up with was that, since stands are a manifestation of one's soul, jotaro has to have feelings for you.

a guy like him using his stand to flirt with you rather than doing it himself was expected. the only time you'd ever interact with jotaro was during team projects and rarely after lectures. also, you're convinced he walks with a stick up his ass the whole time. that guy is emotionally constipated.

or so you thought.

"i like you," were the words that he casually whispered to you just a moment ago. you're sitting in the auditorium, the far back row, as your professor yaps about the genetic adaptation of corals.

you should've gotten suspicious when jotaro chose to sit suspiciously close to you this morning. he's usually the type of person to leave room for jesus when sitting next to someone.

you turn your head a little too fast, only to find him already looking at you, his head propped up on his fist, notes written in cursive in front of him long forgotten. but the way he played with his pen gave away the nerves he was trying his hardest to conceal.

"yeah, i sorta figured..." you let out an awkward chuckle and rub your temple with your pencil.

jotaro's angular eyebrows shift upwards slightly, confusion coloring his features. "what do you mean? i don't think i've given you any signs until now..." he says, more to himself rather than you as he returns to looking forward. he brings his pen to his mouth this time, biting down on its edge with his teeth.

you try to cover up a snort with your hand. "so you're telling me that sending your stand to hang out with me every single day is not a good enough sign for you?"

jotaro blue-screens, seizing all movements instantly. his pen stays hitched between his teeth. he isn't even blinking. you wave a hand in front of his face. "earth to jotaro. anyone home?"

he clears his throat at that, finally returning to reality. "you... you mean star has been..." he can't bring himself to finish his sentence and he's trying to look anywhere but you.

"yeah... i'm not complaining though. it was pretty fun imagining you trying to court me through a literal killing machine."

jotaro slumps forward, forehead burried in his arm. then, after a long silence, his head rolls sideways, hair sliding away from his face. he turns just enough to look over with tired eyes.

"god, that's embarrassing," he murmurs. only then do you notice the tips of his ears that are burning red.

"well, i wouldn't call it 'embarrassing', just innovative, if you will." your attempt to lighten the mood of the conversation fails as jotaro dangerously lifts an eyebrow at your remark. you lift your hands as a sign of surrender, lips pursed.

"anything you want to share with the rest of us, kujo? or are your words reserved only for your seatmate?" the professor's strict tone makes jotaro straighten his posture.

"sorry, professor," he says with a tone that doesn't really make him sound like he's sorry.

as soon as he turns to his boring presentation again, joatro sighs. "i like you too, by the way," you whisper close to his ear, in the same casual tone he used a few minutes ago.

"ah-" the sound comes out soft, before he can stop to think about it. he looks away immediately, elbow resting against the wood as his hand comes up to hold the side of his face. he shuts his eyes briefly, visibly trying to recover.

you lean closer to him, giving his a playful nudge on the shoulder. star platinum might truly be the best wingman out there.

a/n: i don't really know if i'm good with oneshots. i feel like my writing tends to get repetitive and pretty boring for whoever's reading. if you guys have any tips on how to improve, i would greatly appreciate it! (⌒▽⌒)