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𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 — 𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐞

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), this is a dark fic, yandere!rohan, improper use of heaven’s door, toxic relationship, forced consent, creampie mention, suggested mindbreak, all characters featured are 18+

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“That’s perfect,” Rohan crooned, the only sound audible over the scribbling of his rapid sketching. his emerald eyes coruscate as he admires the vulgar visage you had no choice but to display for him. “Keep that pitiful expression.”

your face was flushed, cheeks hot and eyes glassy. there was a minuscule puddle of drool on the floor underneath your jaw. your eyebrows are cinched together, teeth sank into your lower lip as you muffle the pathetic whines that can’t seem to end. you’re panting, and so is he, because he’d practically ripped himself off of you and stumbled over to his desk to grab his supplies. the muscles in your toes were cramped up where they’d been curled so tightly, your thighs trembling, but you keep them spread wide as your knees ache, planted firmly on the hard floor. “Roh—“

Rohan cut you a warning glare, pursing his lips, “Shh, sh sh, shh,” the tip of the pen screams as it shoots across the sketch pad, “keep your mouth slack, just like before. Talking will only soil the realism. If I don’t capture this look on your face right now, I might simply go insane.” you could tell by the twinkle of obsession in his eyes, that he wasn’t exaggerating.

but still, you longed to move. to stretch your cramping muscles, to pick your sore cheek off the side of the hard floor. you could still feel Rohan’s foot planting it there, smearing his sole over your face and applying enough pressure on your head to make you dizzy. “W—when can I get up?”

“Spread your ass cheeks.” he barked, ignoring you, brows furrowed in concentration. “Show me the damage I’ve done already.”

eliciting a pathetic and hardly audible whine of subservience, your hands move before your brain can catch up with the demand, prying your globes apart and, thus, allowing a gush of cocktailed release — both Rohan’s and yours — from your cunt. it was spasming, milking nothing, and each time you clenched, you snagged your lip with your teeth. it’s not like you wanted to enjoy how roughly Rohan fucked you, or how sloppy he wanted his muse to be. you didn’t want to cum when he hurt you, but you didn’t have a choice. you couldn’t fight what had been etched into your psyche, literally.

Heaven’s Door. that’s what he’d called it when he explained it to you; an ability that only he possessed. you couldn’t see these powers, but somehow, you knew he wasn’t lying to you.

and you’d seen him use it before — bizarrely enough, though, trying to recall those moments were impossible.

Rohan promised never to use Heaven’s Door on you, but that was before you tried to leave him.

now, you didn’t have to ask him how he could make you do things even though you didn’t want to do them, or why you had blank patches in your memory all the time. even if you wanted to, you couldn’t fix your mouth to form the questions. he had, somehow, used his ability on you, and was keeping you muzzled and obedient now. with no freedom in sight.

Rohan moans out loud, clenching the pen in his hand when he sees the delicious destruction, “That’s it!” he cries, and you could see his cock, still hard and throbbing, beading with more spunk. he wants to grab himself and milk the rest of it out of him, you can tell, but to let go of his pen would mean he would lose the momentum at which he was creating a mirror of your position. “That’s exactly what I want to see, your body fucked out and shaking, your mind slipping, little by little. I’m going to fuck you stupid before long, and I’ll be able to immortalize that, too— once I’ve turned you into my brainless, little fuck doll. Look at how pretty you look.”

Rohan leans forward, flipping the pad around to show you, and you want to be humiliated. no, more than that, you want to cry. reduced to little more than his pathetic possession, you stare at the equally helpless girl in black and white on the paper. she looks less alive than you thought you did, less herself— or, yourself. were you becoming that? were you losing… you?

“I don’t…” your mouth fights each syllable, trying to keep you from speaking. “I don’t like…. This….”

for a moment, Rohan’s brow arches, and he tears the portrait from the pad, tossing it into a stack of at least a hundred more that were similar. all of you. fucked. ruined. “Oh?” he inquires, half taunting, “you’re unhappy?”

yes. god, yes. please, let your lips work with you. “Y—yes…” you wished you could use your hands to push up off the floor, but they don’t want to obey as easily as your mouth, one slipping forward to plug your desperate opening with two fingers, and you whimper. “I want…” to go home! for you to let me go! help! all of these were options that you tried to force to the edge of your tiers, but none found themselves upon them, and instead, your fingers pumped into you, curling at the knuckle, and your mouth betrayed your mind, “I want you to fuck me, Rohan. Again, and again, and again. I want to lose my mind on your cock…”

no! no, no, no!

at the very least, please let me keep my mind!

“Take everything from me. I want to belong completely… to you.”

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[tonberry-yoda]

Inspiration - Rohan Kishibe

Pairing - Rohan Kishibe x f!reader

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 719

Notes - this is one of my older writings, but my first writing I'm posting on here! I really hope you enjoy because even though it's short, it is one of my absolute favorites!

(image is not mine)

“Damn.” She looked at the clock on her computer. It was almost 8. She was so busy doing homework that she had no time to eat. She sighed and put her head down on her desk, groaning. “What a pain in the ass.” She saved her writing as a draft and threw on a jacket and grabbed her keys, opening her door. “Son of a bitch, just my luck. Thanks, Zeus.” She grabbed an umbrella and looked at the rain pouring down in the streetlamp. Sure, it was beautiful as an art form, but not when you were in desperate need of dinner. She crawled in her car, and adjusted her rear view mirror, finding a couple walking together in the rain. They were pressed against each other and laughing about something. She could only dream to have something like that at this point. At the moment, she was an overworked college student who lost track of time and forgot to eat. She sighed, and started up her car, the windshield wipers moving the rain that was being shone on by her porch light. Tonight was going to be a long night.

“Can I just get a meatball sub? Thanks.” The sound of customers and plates clanking was muffled in her ears as her mind was in a completely different realm. She needed inspiration. Something. Anything. She kept deleting her paper for class. It just wasn't working. Nothing she was writing felt right. There were some amazing writers out there, but none of her writing felt… good enough. She sighed and took a sip of her hot cocoa, looking out the darkened window, seeing people walk by holding hands with their children or their lovers, all overcast by their own umbrellas. It was beautiful, but it wasn't enough. Suddenly, she was pulled from her own mind when a man sat across from her in her booth. “Can I help you?” She tilted her head slightly and grabbed her butter knife just in case. “My name is Rohan Kishibe. You look sad, are you alright?” “I'm sorry? First of all, like the Rohan Kishibe? Like the manga artist.” “Are you a fan?” “A huge fan!” He signed a napkin and handed it to her. “And second, Mr. Kishibe, I'm not sad.” “You sure look sad.” “Well, I'm not-” “Then what are you?” He fluttered open a sketchbook and looked back at her. “I'm sorry?” “What are you?” “Your meatball sub, ma’am.” The waiter sat it across from her and Rohan raised his hand slightly, pen in between his fingers. “I'll get some fruit water, and then I can get to work.” “Yes sir, I'll be back with that momentarily.” The waiter hurried off and her eyes went dark looking at the manga artist. “That’s not going on my bill.” “I understand. We’ll split then. 50/50.” “Woah, I was just asking for you to pay for your fruit water, not a quarter of my damn meal!” “I don't mind. Anyway, as I was saying, how do you feel?” She put her face in her hand and looked back at the manga artist. “Uninspired I guess. I have a paper due soon, but haven't had any inspiration to do it. I want it to be really good, but I don't know.” “Thank you.” Rohan nodded at the waiter and then looked back at her. “Uninspired, you say?” She nodded and took a bite of her food. “I just want… something. You know?” “Oh believe me, I know. Question: do you mind if I draw you?” “Y-You want to draw me?” “I'll draw you twice. One that you can keep, and one for me.” “I-I don't mind at all!” He began sketching as she continued talking, and before they knew it, it had been over an hour and a half of just the two of them talking. “Here you go. And here’s the money for the drink. I quite like you.” She smiled and looked over the drawing with a red face. “Thank you, Rohan. This means a lot.” “And since I'm here,” he slipped over a piece of paper with his number on it. “Call me sometime. I like hearing your voice.” He walked out of that restaurant and suddenly, she had the inspiration to finish her paper in one night.

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A Day out in Morioh |Rohan Kishibe x Reader

The second part to [[[  Sweet annoyance  ]]]  because I like La drama.

Includes A  run in with a dangerous man, a worried Rohan, and a lot of interaction with Josuke.

Word count: 5,979

A Day Out In Morioh

The young woman had gone about her day with a rather unperturbed expression that inclined more to budding wonder as she walked along the neighborhood that soon lead into a more populated area with different shops and streets.

 Sure, she had an unpleasant moment with Rohan, but after she was able to walk outside and get some fresh air, she realized that maybe she was suffocating him. 

'he's used to working alone,' she thought to herself, having to remind herself of that. 'And here I come... and he has to stop everything for me,' she added with a grimace.

 It was regrettable, but she'd become something of nuance for a man that was not only used to being to himself, but that needed that solidarity to complete his work. 

She understood that, and yet, it still hurt to be at the end of his frustrated outburst.

The little incoming thoughts that related to him wouldn't stop, and helplessly, she shook her head to somehow scramble her brain just a little bit to wash them away as though her mind worked like an Etch A' Sketch.

 As time progressed, (f/n) silently walked along the sidewalk, idly staring at the lively crowd that had slowly formed with concerned, (light/dark) eyes. 

The good mood she'd been in, and that had only seemed to go up with the more of Morioh she was introduced to, suddenly sank as she realized her current predicament.

She'd blinked once, and after that single second of distraction, it seemed like all of Morioh had simultaneously decided to fill out the streets to where it was not long before everything seemed to melt together.

The already unfamiliar surroundings seemed completely alien to her, every direction she looked in not convincing her they'd lead her home.

"Sorry!" she breathed not once, but countless times as people bumped her on each shoulder, lame apologies being said in return by individuals who hadn't actually bothered to spare a quick glance of acknowledgment back at her during their route home.

- And then there were those that truly brushed her entire existence aside, not even uttering a word, their eyes not shifting from their place forward to glance at the person they'd bumped into.

She then scurried through a couple of passing people that chatted with each other, presumably coworkers that decided to spend just a little bit more time with each other based on their matching uniforms.

Her (e/c) colored eyes tried to find familiarity in her surroundings as she continued to follow the direction she'd already been turned to, but in the midst of her growing alarm, she couldn't quite remember exactly what way to turn back home, and it frustrated her greatly.

'Think!' she commanded herself, 'Just think!' she continued to inwardly cry as she tightly shut her eyes, her two hands flying toward her cheeks as she tried to wake some part in her that had the answers she needed.

It was in there, she knew it.

However, she was fed back nothing, no street names, or even recognizable landmarks that could give her a clue. Instead, the only thing she could possibly think of was the teal-eyed man and the pestering question of whether or not he'd actually found himself something to eat.

That, and whether or not he'd managed to finish up on the new week's chapter he'd diligently worked on and had been somewhat stuck on story-wise.

Had he even bothered to make his way out of his study?

She asked herself that, knowing that it was possible he hadn’t.

much more, had he even noticed she was gone?

"Ah...." she let out a soft, sad breath, "Rohan..." she then airily murmured, growing warm over the possibility of him noticing and showing the slightest concern, eventually saving her from more aimless walking and worry by finding her.

It would be a stroke of luck.

However, as much relief as the thought brought her, she couldn't help but feel even more ashamed as she realized that yet again she'd found a way to be a little pebble in his shoe.

A sudden bump in with a new person had her thoughts shaken, her body jolting at the contact.

Her upturned eyebrows quickly rose high as her body bumped into another, and while the impact wasn't powerful enough to make her fall back onto the concrete floor, it was enough to make her stumble back a few steps.

Her hands both clutched close to her chest in surprise, the brisk, frigidity action done just before her fingers tightly curled into the fabric of her top and held onto it like a lifeline.

At that very moment, her puff of air was caught in her throat, the inhale of oxygen halted for a few seconds as she acted upon her shock.  

The shuddered breath she released was audible, and it had the man before her actually stop to glance down at her, acknowledging her in the midst of his monotonous day.

Blue eyes so profound and solemn that they were darkened down to near indigo stared down at her with an itching annoyance that was paired with a slight curl to his upper lip before his gaze zeroed down to her clutching hands that, by then, as a result of his stare had become shaken.

Rebellious strands of waved gold fell forward from behind his left ear, and silently, his matching hand rose to draw them back, long, slim fingers that were accented by overgrown nails raking down the blonde hair during the process.

"I'm...I'm sorry," she finally managed to say, her words both soft and stunned, matching her startled demeanor. She managed to muster up a smile, one that was as equally quavered as she was, though kind and definitely touched by an apology of its own.

Gradually, the rather unkind expression he bore shifted, and a welcoming smile warmed his cold features, matching the sparking interest that melted the ice in his deep blues.

"I'm sorry..." she breathed again, her knees nearly buckling as his stare made her feel shamefully bare, enough that her expression faltered, the shy smile dying down.

Maybe it was that she wasn't used to anyone else besides Rohan.

Briefly, she reasoned that perhaps it was that she was overwhelmed by someone else's attention.

However, A boy named Koichi came by once during her stay, and she hadn't been nearly as fearful.

Instead, she'd been delighted to meet someone else, in fact, she'd been disappointed when his visit had been brief, one where they'd only exchanged pleasantries after he'd talked to Rohan about something in secrecy.

They'd been in his study, talking about something serious based on how sour Rohan seemed afterward.

And she wondered what it was.

She'd also met the delivery man that Rohan had hired to run errands, and he'd been a pleasant guest as well, one she'd made idle talk with for just a moment before he'd been practically swatted away by the flustered manga artist after the elder man had innocently asked about who she was to him.

The word 'girlfriend' had been thrown around and it had made Rohan choke, waving off the man with a notable bother.

"And what are you laughing at?" Rohan asked as he turned back to her, his eyebrow raised as he looked down at her, and while he tried to seem annoyed, she couldn't take him seriously with how much color his face had been filled with. Rouge touched his cheeks and even crawled down his neck, making her shake her head quickly, a hand pressed over her mouth as she tried to hide her smile.

She hadn't thought anything of it, becoming too enthralled at the sight of such an expression from the great Rohan Kishibe.

(f/n) had met new people, few, but none like this man.

-this man who had her so fretful.

Everyone around her seemed to pass with disinterest, only having the politeness to move around them, and it made her feel even more exposed to the man because they were left in a little bubble of their own. 

And that bubble was slowly thickening with tension that nearly suffocated her, making the air almost hard to breathe.

" You're in quite the panic," he noted, the statement making the hairs on the back of her neck stand, alarmed.

His voice was somehow warm, yet icy all the same, and she couldn't understand why the man made her feel so strange, so afraid.

'Rohan can be cold too, ' she tried to reason, swallowing thickly. 'Sometimes he has a sharp tongue...but I never feel this way,' she added.

'I never feel so afraid,' She thought with alarm.

' A pretty thing like you...so stiffened and in need to be held,' The man silently mused while watching the little hands before him anxiously squirm. 

'This must be fate...Right?' he continued to contemplate as warmth blossomed within his chest, a fluttering feeling festering in his stomach as well, and it all felt so remarkably sweet and familiar.

‘As they say...Love at first sight,’ he mused.

The air smelled sweet, and his skin burned to have hers brush over it.

'For you to run into me...’ he started, ‘- to awaken this feeling in me again,' he thought with giddiness, quickly forgetting his former love's name. 

There was a blank space left there, and there was an urge to have the loveliness before him fill that opening.

'Looking at you my dear...finding you...I've already forgotten her name...her touch...Her warmth...' he mused with a touch of mischievousness.

'- You look so warm my dear, ' he inwardly commented, knowing that any more thoughts to feel that graceful touch would force him to do something brash.

At that moment, the hand that held his briefcase curled harshly,

"...Quite careless," he murmured lowly, speaking to her, but also addressing himself and the beast that festered within him.

' - To want to take you now, right in the middle of this crowd,' he went on, nearly shaking with anticipation.

"You're aimlessly wondering," he stated, softly chiding her.

" It'll get dark soon you know," he informed her, and she nodded in agreeance, wishing she were already home, wishing she never would have stepped foot out.

'I can't wait to have you alone,' he started as during then, he took a small step closer.

She inched back at the seemingly harmless step, doing so upon instinct, something she hadn't thought of until he commented on it, unafraid to use his voice, unlike her.

"Why so fretful?" he questioned her, speaking almost teasingly.

Her mouth moved, and she practically gaped, not knowing what to say or respond with.

"I..." she swallowed thickly, and slowly her vision began to blur, tears welling inside them, against her will bubbling at the edges of her eyes as she stood frozen.

Why couldn't she move?

"You're shaking," he observed, not at all one to stay silent at what his eyes captured, especially when the reactions he received were pleasing.

"Aren't you a shy one..." he mused, and she shivered even more, her knees buckling.

He started to speak again but before he could utter another word, a different voice rang, his attention tearing from the woman before him to find another approach.

"Mr. Kira!" she said while soon standing near him, her long legs straining to reach him as quickly as possible, having run from the building they worked to him in a quick, desperate sprint,  "Mr. Kira, I know this might be inappropriate..." she started, but it became background noise to him as his eyes trailed back to where the (h/c) haired young woman had stood before him, the space now empty.

It had taken just a moment, a single opening for her to make a quick escape, taking the chance the second it presented itself. She was not only greatful for the chance but for the fact that her brain's message had finally reached the rest of her, propelling her into a sprint.

Through the openings that fell between the walking people, he watched his darling retreat, aggravation festering within him while the fleeting woman, in turn, felt flooding relief as she drew farther.

She turned back once, and as she did his dark eyes found hers, and yet again she felt helpless.

It was as though wherever she went, she would never escape, and the feeling stayed with her even while the distance between them became greater.

Yoshikage bit his tongue, swallowing down a nasty snarl as he turned back to his coworker who looked up at him with large, dark eyes that had hope shining within them.

She batted her eyelashes, coyly hoping to persuade him, accomplishing something no one else had been able to, and that was to get Yoshikage Kira to hang out after work.

It wasn't the first time he'd been approached, and like every other time he put on a friendly face, a faux kindness returned to people he truly could care less about.

――――――――――――――――

'I don't know where I'm going,' (f/n) started as she continued to move in the opposite direction.

'- But I want it to be away from him! ' she thought with determination, the sickly feeling he flooded her with far too unbearable to even recall.

She'd started to run, her legs not giving out by exhaustion, but by a numbing pain that stilled her, the scalding ache far too unbearable to withstand.

Her right hand rose to her chest, and to her horror blood oozed from her left bosom, the color coating the extremity before her flesh came in contact with a sharp, scarlet-drenched tip.

In disbelief, her eyes went down to see the red-adorned, golden point that had sprung from her.  

She wanted to scream but was silenced by a shock that had made her grow cold.

In spite of the numbing pain, she continued to walk forward, her feet slowly shifting, the energy she had similar to that of a wind-up that was on its last round.

She could feel thick trickles travel through her fingers, blood being left behind where she moved in red little specks.

As she continued to walk along the road, aimlessly, with no destination, her body slumped forward into something that was warm.

Latching, she cradled whatever had come near, needing its support, hoping to somehow have its warmth transferred to her, and simultaneously, she looked up to the hazy figure of the color blue.

Her voice was caught within her throat, but her lips moved, forming each syllable with need, pleading for help.

- And that's how she found Josuke.

" Josuke Higashikata?" She repeated back, a genuine smile gracing her as she tried out the name for herself, already saying it with fondness. 

"Yep, nice to meet you," he said back, a very kind smile gracing him, the teen being just the opposite of the other male she'd encountered.

Josuke was nice and pleasant and she mellowed around him, eased by his presence alone, trusting him after the terrifying incident that she still didn't quite understand.

He'd made her pain go away, and she wouldn't have believed him if she hadn't watched him hold the arrow that pierced her. 

She also wouldn't have believed him if she hadn't caught sight of what seemed like a ghosting figure behind him, the outline of it visible, but barely.

Her eyes were squinted as she looked over his shoulder, trying to get a better look of what it was that was there, looming. There wasn't anything wrong with her sight. She could see everything perfectly clear, all except that one large patch of something that hovered above and seemed to have the outline of a person.

The blue eyed male noticed, and he pulled up a soft smile, understanding. 

"Can you see it?" he asked her, watching as at the question, she seemed to concentrate harder, trying to find what ‘it’ was. 

"I don't know..." she breathed. " What am I looking at? ... if anything," she added with confusion. 

"I see something but it's like that one spot is blurry like it's a blind spot," she explained, and Jojo nodded. 

It occurred to him that perhaps things would come gradually to her. Koichi's stand hadn't manifested immediately, perhaps her own abilities and stand itself needed time to be lured out.

' I should get her to Jotaro...' he thought to himself, ' and the arrow to-' 

"Huh?" he whipped around, turning over in every direction as he searched for the cursed thing. 

He'd set it aside for a moment as he asked her questions, and now it was gone. 

"Oh shit..." he breathed, his teeth clenched in annoyance.

"What's wrong?" (f/n) asked him, her right hand's palm pressed over her temple as she tried to soothe down the persisting thick pules that bothered her.

Her flesh was coated by a thin sheet of sweat, and she felt like she was coming down with something.

The highschooler's thick brows inched down, frustration knitted in between them as he murmured out his response, 

"It's nothing..." he told her, making sure to keep the woman close, not confident in leaving her by herself.

She seemed entirely too clueless, holding a sense of vulnerability he could see someone taking advantage of, especially in her disoriented state.

Besides... he needed to ask her more. 

He needed to know what her stand was. 

He had to know her name, everything he could.

" So… You're new here," he said back as a statement, hearing her out as he looked up at the sky, focused on the cute puffy clouds that decorated the atmosphere.

She silently nodded, "Yeah," she added, gently smiling.

'You could say so,' she thought with halfhearted amusement, not really going into too many details aside from that.

It wasn't that she didn't trust him, but she reasoned that it was quite a bizarre story to tell, even more bizarre than being shot with an arrow that had magically been healed by some ghost thing he'd called a stand.

"- So I don't know my way around Morioh," (f/n) said embarrassed, her eyes strayed far, heat rising over her cheeks.

'I don't know how to get back to Rohan's….' she thought to herself, not bothering to mention that she'd been completely lost.

Gradually his eyes fell from the sky, his attention drawn down to her as he heard the somewhat pathetic tone she had spoken with.

The dark-haired teen remained silent for a few seconds, simply watching the shame that flooded her features, and as he did, his pleasant smile lifted up more, and his eyes softened at the sight,

"You're new around here," he easily concluded. " You're not expected to know your way around so easily," he said with a comforting tone.

"I get lost around certain spots of this town, and I've lived here all my life," he added, making her sullen expression lighten.

"- If you want, I could show you around," he offered (f/n).

"Josuke..." (f/n) then started, her voice alone holding gratefulness.

"Could you please?" she asked him.

"Sure," he said in happy chirp. "-But," he then said while suddenly stopping, standing before her and raising two fingers.

"Two conditions," he said, and she nodded quickly, attentively listening.

"First, " he started, "You and me," he said while pointing the finger in between themselves, "We stick together. After all this, I have to keep an eye on you," he said with certainty, taking on the responsibility without question.

Who's to say that the person who struck her had any good intentions?

Besides, a killer was out there, and if anyone made a good target it was her.

"And two, after this, we go and see Jotaro," he said, and the name struck her.

"Kujo?" she said suddenly, seeming excited she might know who he was talking about, and that took the teen back.

"Eh?! Hold on you know him?" He said with wide eyes, and (f/n) then seemed more lively, her hand taking his as she jumped up and down happily.

"I Do!" she cheered.

'Yes. Yes Yes,' she inwardly cheered.

Jotaro was someone that Josuke seemed to respect, and it happened to be the same Jotaro Rohan knew too and had made a few calls to before.

What if they all knew each other?

"josuke! Josuke!" she then said with the same happiness, "Do you know Rohan Kishibe?!" she asked, and that had the boy's kind expression sour.

he looked like he tasted a lemon, as he huffed out a low, "Yeah."

'Well...looks like they do know each other... personally,' she thought with a little cold sweat falling down her brow, seemingly less enthusiastic.

"Hold on, Hold on," Josuke then said while his hands slipped out of her hold, the two flying to his head where he held then pressed the tips of his fingers to the sides of his skull.

"Don't tell me you're his girlfriend," he muttered with both annoyance and partial disbelief.

"- Koichi told me about you," he added as it all clicked.

"He'd said Rohan had a pretty girl staying with him, that he'd called her his girlfriend.

-  Ah, no...he said that she was special to him," he then corrected himself.

The sudden knowledge had the woman stunned, and she quickly turned away, chuckling softly, too nervous to ask more. 

‘Special,’ she thought to herself, her heart racing. 

Special how? 

Special as in he liked her... or special as in, ‘I found this person wandering in my property, and we can’t find nay records of her anywhere?’

She didn’t have the nerve to ask, so instead she moved on,

" - yeah, we can go see Jotaro!" she then said, moving past everything else the guy beside her had said.

“But then you take me back home,” She said as her own condition.

“You don’t know how to get back , huh?” the Joestar descendent guessed smugly. 

Hanging her head she released a shamed, “yeah.”

“You in a rush to get home?” he then asked her, to which she shook her head.

“Why?” she asked him, curious.

" ‘ cause, I know this cool café," he informed her, pointing ahead with a grin, " It's just a street away, wanna go? " he asked, "My treat," he added just as they were cleared to cross. He’d been paying attention to her to notice the sign change, but luckily she’d been sharper.

She nodded fastly, happy to join him for a treat, sit down and maybe talk more about stands, and whatever the arrow had to do with them. 

She noticed the sign for them to go, and hurriedly, she took his hand, pulling him behind her, "Come on!" she said while he stumbled to catch up after the sudden yank.

"Come on Jojo!" she said happily as he caught up with her, managing to lead for just a few seconds. 

"You don't even know where you're going!" he said in a long breath. 

"I know!" she said back, “ that's why I need you to hurry!" she laughed.

'I really like him,' she thought to herself, thinking that she'd made her first actual friend in Morioh. 

It wasn't some meet and greet that had them gone soon after, but rather a little connection that made her optimistic about more relationships. 

During their run, they'd been spotted by a frantic, green-eyed man whose steps slowly lost their hurry as he found the one person he’d been in desperate search for.

"Josuke...Higashitaka..." Rohan snarled, and he couldn't help but say the name in a way he'd only ever said curses.

"Ughh, I can't believe it!" Kishibe heard a familiar voice whine, the rasp of it unmistakable, so he had no reason to turn his neck and look.

Okuyasu walked with slumped shoulders as he plopped down on the seat next to his shorter, white-haired friend on the public bench.

"What's the matter Okuyasu?" Koichi asked with concern, and Rohan only barely eyed him, more annoyed with the fact that his conversation with his acquaintance had been interrupted.

He was curious as to whether or not  Koichi had seen (f/n) anywhere, and if not then he’d been ready to ask if he could lend a hand finding her.

"- Josuke's out on a date," Nijimura explained.

"he's out with this girl,”  he stated, " - They were by the park, and they were holding hands," he added lowly.

“Josuke’s got a girl and he didn’t even say anything,” he lamented.

"- It's not fair"  he exclaimed while crossing his arms, pouting.

"You and Yukako are goin' out, and Josuke's got his own girl now too," he said with clear envy.

"- When am I gonna find someone?" he whined, and Rohan scoffed at the ridiculous ‘problem’, as though there weren’t more important things in life.

Teenagers and their ridiculous issues. 

- Their relationships.

“Hey,” Koichi started, “You’ll find someone, I'm sure of it,” he assured his friend. 

“You have nothing to worry about,” he added.

“Easy for you to say,” the dark haired male grumbled. “You have nothing to worry about,” he added enviously before breaking down,

"I just don't want to end up alone like him!"  Okuyasu said with teary eyes, a finger pointed to the elder male whose nostrils flared at the attention.

“Excuse me?!” Rohan huffed. "I'll have you know I'm perfectly fine alone!" The mangaka exclaimed.

'- I don't need anyone,' he reminded himself.

“Of course you’d say that,” the dark eyed male said with pursed lips, and it took Hirose a good minute to mediate, deescalating things when he offered to help Rohan in his predicament, prompting Okuyasu to also offer his own aid.

'- I don't need anyone,' he told himself again, walking by himself, having split up  with Koichi and Okuyasu to cover more ground.

'So, It doesn't bother me,' Rohan thought with a long exhale, the breath released through his nose, the air hot and burning as he’d found who he was looking for.

she was safe and sound, having the time of her life, so it seemed.

And he couldn’t stop his rueful shaking as he watched them.

'I don't care...' he added, watching as Josuke pushed his dessert plate to (f/n), offering her a bite of his slice of cake. He had his own fork in his hand, suspended as it held a little piece while he insisted she take her own share.

And (f/n) took little convincing, picking at a corner with more icing, happiness flooding her features before she pushed her own towards Josuke, doing just as he had.

  . . .

"Go ahead!" she urged him, “ it's not as good as yours, but it's really spongy,” she assured him. “ oh man...next time I come I'll order that one," (f/n) said while eyeing his share longingly.

she wanted to ask for more, but she held back.

"Next time trust me!" Josuke said while grinning because he'd suggested the dessert and she’d gone with a different one instead. By then, he'd had everything on the menu, and had told her that the one he ordered was the best.

"Ok, but I take care of the bill," she said, letting him know that when they came back, it'd be on her.

"Sounds like a plan," he said, "There's also this place on the edge of town. It's run by this really nice Italian chief." he went on.

"I really recommend it because if anyone puts their heart into what they make, it's him." he praised.

Nodding, (f/n) took another piece of her desert, attentively listening.

"Next time you go... can I tag along?" the young woman asked.

" Of course! 

You know, the first time I went was with my friend Okuyasu, and since then it's been our own personal getaway, " he mused. " So he'll tag along, I hope you don't mind," he said sheepishly.

" I know he'd be a little hurt if he knew I went with someone else," he said sounding a little embarrassed. 

He knew it sounded a little dumb, but he also knew his good friend too.

"That's great," she said without bother, "That's just someone else I get to meet, and if he's friends with you, he must be a good person." she complimented.

"I'm sure we'll get along just fine,"  she assured him just as the waiter brought them a specialty drink.

Both of their hands reached for it, blindly moving before they accidentally touched.

simultaneously, they jumped, immediately breaking out into a fit of little nervous chuckles.

"My bad," he said.

  "Yeah, sorry," she said too.

"You can have it, " he said kindly, not wanting to argue about it. " we ordered the same drink." he reminded her. " I can wait for the next one. It should come out soon," he assured her.

" Thanks," she smiled, " If that's the case Then I'll wait till yours is out," she said calmly, "I'd feel rude just taking it, and having you watch me enjoy it alone."

if he could stop the interrupting blossoming warmth that touched his face, he would, but instead, he lived with it finding it strangely nice.

Seriously, 

'What's she doing with Rohan?' he wondered, genuinely curious as to whether or not she was actually with him.

"Girlfriend?!" Josuke exclaimed, "That jerk?" he said aloud.

"Who could stand him for that long?" he asked out loud.

Silently, the elder Jojo listened, Jotaro's mouth quirking up subtly because when he'd been younger, and much more of a jerk, and even then he'd been an annoying lure for girls. 

As he silently sat there, he mused over how anyone could have put up with who he was before either.

"Well, she was in his house. and it looks like she's staying there." Koichi informed them.

 "He talks about her sweetly. Well, as sweet as he can be," he added.

“I think he really likes her,” the blue eyed male said softly chuckling.

"- And she's real friendly, I can see why he’d like her so much.

 I wouldn't have minded staying longer and getting to know her better, but my mom had sent me on an errand, so I was a little stretched for time," he explained.

'Opposites attract,' Josuke started, ' but this much?' he added, curious. 

"Josuke " Rohan exhaled like a bull ready to charge, and he even stomped his foot one good time before charging.

"Josuke Higashikata…." Rohan hissed, "You little punk," He said with the same spite. 

" Josuke Higashikata..." he bellowed, "YOU GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF HER THIS INSTANT!" He called out, long legs in a quick stride towards the pair, ignoring the traffic light that beamed red.

He didn’t even care that the touch had lasted for even a second.

Both people flinched, startled at the roaring voice, and the outcry of fury was strong enough to startle a few other people on their peaceful afternoons.

Josuke froze while (f/n) had the opposite reaction, jolting from her seat, and springing up. 

" Hands off Because she's mine you got that?!" Kishibe barked, the possessive claim stopping even more onlookers.

The cafe's other customers looked on with surprise too, trying to pretend they didn't notice a thing as they hid behind their menus and servings, none being convincing.

But it's not like Rohan had any mind for them now.

"R-Rohan?" (F/n) sputtered, her eyes widely peeled as she jumped out of her chair, suddenly standing pin straight.

- And it was all she could think of saying before he continued,

"And you!" he then said while shooting his sharp eyes at the young woman, 

"I've been looking for you everywhere!" Kishibe spoke, letting her know how half of his day had gone, the terrible stress he'd been under making him imagine the worst.

He'd pictured that she'd been dragged away to some dark corner, scared and alone, left at the hands of some villain. 

He could only consider that he'd never see her again, that he'd be stuck having to remember her as a sweet memory that had slipped through his fingers because he’d been such an idiot.

And then that idiot Okuyasu Nijimura would have a point.

He would have had too many regrets, too many nights to ponder over what he could have done to change it all. 

And that apology he was holding onto and thought she would have to beat out of him ?

It had  so easily slipped out the second he thought of such a scenario. 

"I've been so worried," he admitted, and he felt a burning embarrassment as the words just left him before he could consider them.

" It tormented me to imagine you'd run off...hurt by my words..." he said, admitting it with a wounded chest. " I was worried before...but now... now that I find you

- it burns me to know you've been out with someone else...entertained by... HIM," he hissed at the last bit. 

His hand then pressed over her waistline, his other hand grabbing hers and  pulling her close, pressing her to him, “ you!”  He said again with the same furiousness that hadn’t deterred.

“ You think you can just run off like that!?” He said with brewing annoyance escaping as he leaned down.

He was a mess right now, and it was all because of her.

" I was worried sick, my heart racing, my mind a haze," he said before darting his emerald eyes to the dark-haired male with them, " and then I see you're hand in hand with this...delinquent.." he spat.

 'This...guy,' Jojo thought irritated.

"Dude..." Josuke said flatly, finally settling down, staring at the man with a halfhearted glare. 

"We're just eating cake," he said with a low sigh, gesturing to the table. 

" And If anything you should be thanking me," he added with tightly knit brows as he stood up, pressing his palms to the table with his own frustration. 

" I had to use my Crazy diamond to heal her," he let the other man know. 

"Heal her?" Rohan suddenly said with wide eyes, Looking down at (f/n) with worry, questioning her. 

Her eyes strayed, "There was an arrow" she recalled before one of her hands ghosted over her chest, above where the sharp end had escaped her.

Rohan shifted, holding her close again before the hand that held hers let go, moving to grip her chin, holding it sweetly so he could properly gaze at her.

She suddenly melted, and Rohan noticed it, his face becoming awfully mellowed into a tender expression that showed he was terribly lovesick.

“ You’re okay now, right?” he asked (f/n), his tone almost too kind to sound like it could ever come from him, it almost made Josuke gag.

She nodded, entranced by his eyes as she breathed out a soft, “ yes.”

“I’m glad...” he voiced, the words breathed out before he leaned down, his eyes slowly closing as he met her in a little kiss, one that was short lived, yet blissful.

Meanwhile, her arms both found a path that started at his chest and ended behind his neck,

“Rohan, “ she then asked, batting her eyes at him, still surprised, “- you...you care?” she asked him, her heart fluttering. 

It seemed that the press was not enough for her and he shook his head,

“Of course I do you silly girl. Of course I care... “ he said. 

Had she not listened to word he said? Could she not see what a mess he was?

Did she not feel the envy that he’d sweated at thinking she was with someone else?

“ (f/n), I wouldn’t  be able to live with myself if I lost you,” he confessed.

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[spicyicetea]

Side note from the current Yandere JJBAx reader I’m working on but still JJBA related. I’m currently watching part 4 and I just love everyone.

So here are my opinions on them and some relationship headcannons

Not all characters have relationship stuff-

Jotaro

I love how Jotaro is still himself but just… feels slightly baby girled. I also love how the first thing we properly see of him in part 4 is him 1- pitying a turtle 2-sucker punching Josuke moments later. With that being said, he’d totally be smitten for you. I may joke on how others are simps, this is my number one simp choice.

You probably didn’t obsess over him like the girls when he was younger but actually talk to him like a person, not just a set of hot muscles. He does like it when you talk about his hot muscles though ok… play your cards right and he might let you touch, but don’t tease him or he’ll back away. But, once you’re official, I feel like he’d quite like witty banter and teasing from his partner, as long as it’s clear you’re joking. No joke, probably fell for you after you mentioned a random fish/ocean creature fact.

“Huh? Oh you’re reading about starfish? I like starfish, even though they’re not actually a fish.”

“Marry me-“ “huh, what did you-“ “good grief, I said nothing…” 10/10 on my way to marry him as we speak.

Josuke

Josuke, I wasn’t sure if I’d like him at first but he is my baby no.2. He’s such a sweetheart, so dependable. Just his reaction any time his friends are in danger is just perfect. Plus I love his mom. The way he’d defend your honour like he defends his hair. Anyone say anything out of pocket about you and they’re dealing with your very powerful boy. Totally brags to you about how he’s Jotaro’s uncle and that Jotaro asks for his help on missions soooo often. But then later asks Jotaro for date ideas and advice because he’s older. My man is a romantic at heart you can’t lie to me. 10/10 would make dinner for him and baby him.

Koichi

Although Koichi isn’t my type personally, he’s such a cutie patootie. He’s so sweet and genuine that I imagine he’d just be a darling to eat lunch with and talk about your favourite shows or manga. 10/10, would walk with you too and from school.

Okuyasu

Okuyasu… he is my baby. He’s stupid, strong and has a heart of gold despite looking like a delinquent… you guys can’t lie to me that is definition of a Himbo. You can’t tell me he wouldn’t drag you out on every little adventure he could with him and the others. He’d have you wearing his jacket when it’s cold and if you already have one he’d insist his is warmer and then wear yours so you can have his. Dinner dates at Tonio’s. Yeah 10/10 he might be a menace sometimes but he’d fight for you. Use your scary dog privilege wisely.

Speaking of Tonio… only slutty men know how to cook. (/J) 10/10 I love him, underrated husband.

Rohan is a self centred jerk… I’m going to aggressively make out with him and you can’t stop me. 10/10 (sorry I’ve only seen like 2 episodes with him so I don’t have much commentary)

I’ve only just gotten to the episode where we see him pulling up to his house after nearly hitting Koichi so I can’t really report on Kira yet… but a man who carries an arm around… yeah smash- 10/10 psychotic asshole.

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[rinrinx2]

Hello! If your requests are still open can I request mixed smut scenario with - reader has a crush on Kishibe and enemies to lovers with it being a smut? I dont know if I should elaborate/describe it more but something among the lines of reader thinking he only has eyes for quanxi and never seeing her as a woman, so she goes on dates with both guys and girls her age, even trying to date Aki who kissed her during one mission, little did she know that a certain older devil hunter was jealous and angry, while reader feels like her big crush on an older and experienced man is unprofessional and wrong and is embarassed about it since she isn't very experienced with men? In reality Kishibe got over Quanxi a bit after she joined the work of being a devil hunter, but she thought she would die faster than Kobeni so he was a bit cold and mean to her but loved each minute he trained, drank, talked to her? and one day confronts her about it on a mission and they argue like they always do, so he fights with the reader and pins them or something? I apologize if you didn't need a description, have a nice day!

Hope you like it <3

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Picking a fight

Kishibe x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, Inappropriate language, Mature themes, Adult themes, against the wall, unprotected, cream pie, breeding implied, mentions of death.

*Text in this font this indicates events from the past*

You would of preferred having anyone over your current partner literally anyone was better than the older man who held your interests so deeply.

"Would you stop panicking" Kishibe commented as you walked cautiously through the abandoned apartment complex.

"I'm not panicking I'm just nervous" you replied back.

"Nervous" he mocked with snicker as he rolled his eyes at the remark.

You hated how snarky and sarcastic Kishibe was with you, but you hated yourself more for finding it so attractive the way he would diffuse the most tense scenarios with an obvious remark.

A trait of his that you both loved and despised, just as Quanxi did, which made you snap back to the reality. As much as you had a crush on the older man it would only remain a crush as he was taken with Quanxi and only a fool would go against her.

"Head in dreamland already" Kishibe commented again as your mind lingered still on Quanxi.

"Well continue to be in dreamland and the demon will kill you and you'll stay there" Kishibe continued as he now walked ahead of you.

"Why do you always have to say things like that, you know how I feel about ... dying" you replied back, now with an air of worry in your voice.

Kishibe rolled his eyes once again at your worry. You were constantly plagued with worries of your death even when he trained you that was all that would leave your lips.

The thoughts of death started to manifest in your head and before you knew it you were thinking back to your training. Back to when these thoughts were scary enough to turn you away from your current life.

"How often do devil hunters die?" You questioned as you sat on the training mat.

"4 out of 5 don't make it" Kishibe replied while he took a deep inhale of the cigarette placed between his soft lips.

Your irises became as small as pins at the mention that there was a high percentage rate that you wouldn't even make it pass your first mission.

"Well if you lucky maybe the demon won't even bother with killing you, I mean a girl such as yourself would die from missing a step on a staircase" Kishibe said blowing the smoke down onto your face. That was the start of your relationship not only as student and mentor but as pickering partners.

"I'm being serious here (Y/N), stop letting your mind linger. We're getting closer" Kishibe said turning back looking at you with a face painted with irritation.

You starred back at him, slightly shaking your head as you snapped out of the memory your mind drifted to. Now facing back at the reality you were going into.

You looked at the different apartment doors as you continued your journey through the passages, noting how each door seemed to look normal yet something seemed to be off.

Just as you were about to ask about your surroundings you heard the snarky remarks of the older man begin.

"Your head so caught up on Aki that you not paying attention again" he said not even bothering to look back this time.

"What!" You replied back now with slight anger in your voice.

"Don't what me, we all know on your last mission you and Aki ended up having more fun than you were supposed to"

"Aki and I did nothing" you snapped back, now refusing to move a step forward.

"Oh please, we heard how he did you against the wall" Kishibe said now full on laughing at the idea.

"I didn't do it with Aki, we just kissed and it wasn't even like a proper kiss just a touch of our lips" you said now thinking back to your last mission, how Aki's lips were pressed against yours. You could still feel the warm of his lips against yours.

"Yeah whatever, you probably wouldn't mind dying on a mission with Aki" Kishibe said as he was about to reach for his flask.

Just as his hand grabbed the cold metal flask the flooring the two of you stood on began to shift, causing you to lose your balance.

"Shit" Kishibe said underneath his breath.

Your could feel your breathing began to speed up and feel the worry of death flood through your veins. You had been in many situations before but none like this. The walls were beginning to swallow you and the floors pulling your further in.

Your body was trapped within itself unable to move, and Kishibe soon noticed this when you weren't responding to him as he called out to you.

"Fuck (Y/N) move!" He yelled as grabbed your hand, pulling into some apartment with the door left open.

Kishibe threw you into the apartment, barely making it into it himself.

The cold floor against your skin did little to relieve the evident shock still traveling through your body.

Kishine looked down at your frozen figure and soon began to worry at you state.

"(Y/N) don't fucking go into shock" he said as he quickly flopped down to the floor starting to violently shake you back into consciousness of your surroundings.

"Come on, listen to my voice. You're safe here" Kishibe said as he began to hold you in his arms.

"You're safe, (Y/N). You're safe" he repeated over and over as he placed his hand on your head soothingly petting your head.

You remained still eyes still glossed over with fear, and heart still beating erratically. You could hear Kishibe voice in your mind, and began to focus on it, listening as every syllable hit against your ear letting it soak into your brain until you could feel yourself in your body.

Kishibe watched as your once frozen body quickly moved out of his arms as you took deep breathes distancing yourself from him.

"Why would you do that!" You yelled out to the older male.

"Save you?" He questioned as he remained seated on the floor as you slowly began to rise to your feet.

"No, talk about dying. You know what it does to me" you replied back with a bark.

"You've got to be kidding me" Kishibe said rhetorically as he now stood back on his feet, with his hand coming to his temples at your accusations.

"You use to train me and you knew about my worries of death, you know I'm scared to die in this field of work and then you go ahead and talk about it while we're on a mission" you continued to yell with a face full of anger.

"Calm down you're, you sound like that Kobeni girl the way you're getting worked up over nothing"

"Nothing! The floor tried to eat me, Kishibe!"

"Yeah but are you dead" he said with that sarcastic tone that had you going livid.

"Can you stop with that, I'm not your little girlfriend Quanxi that enjoys that demeaning tone in the face of death!"

"Quanxi?! I don't even like Quanxi since she began to work as a devil hunter, so you even going on about this is pointless" Kishibe yelled as he looked at you with a bitterly.

"Don't lie to me, I see the way you look at her. You love her and I've been trying everything to get over you even going on dates with girls and boys just to get you out of my mind. All you see me as is that dumb little girl you trained!" You shouted back pointing an accusing finger at Kishibe who now walked over to where you stood.

"Don't fucking stand here and say I've been making you jealous with Quanxi, when you're the one going about kissing co-workers" Kishibe said as there was only 3 steps away from you now.

"You think I enjoy hearing the woman I fantasize about kissing another man" Kishibe said now moving a step closer as you moved one back.

"You think I see you as some scared little girl, well you couldn't be more wrong" Kishibe said irritatedly as you back was now against some wall as he now stood face to face with you.

"You have no idea how I have thought about you at night, the way you look, the way you walk, the way you talk, everything about you drives me insane and the only thing stopping me from doing anything is because an old man like me should not be fucking his younger colleague"

Now it was Kishibe whose face was contorted with a scowl while yours remained with shock as you looked back at him, eyes wide and lips parted as he had just confessed how his feelings mirrored yours.

"Kishibe I want you to fuck me" you said quietly, barely above a whisper as your eyes looked into his, hoping that he would both hear you and wouldn't.

"I've been dying to hear those words" Kishibe said as he dove his head down to yours.

His hands now grabbing yours that were at your side pinning them above your head, as he passionately kissed you. His tongue sliding against your own feeling the warmth of your mouth against his.

His lips left yours as it now traveled down to your neck, feeling as his tongue slid against the column of your neck making your grasp out for air.

"Kishibe" you moaned out at the sensation of pleasure.

Kishibe removed his one hand that from above your head, now moving it lower till it was at the hem of your pencil skirt.

"Want me to fuck you now or after I kill this demon?" Kishibe whispered into your ear, causing a tingle to run down your spine.

"Now" you said quietly with your head lowered.

Within a second your skirt was now pulled up and your panties were being pulled down with one hand as the other was quickly pulling Kishibe pants down.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good that the demon is going to hear you moan" he snickered out as he got his cock out from his pants.

You looked in amazement at his cock, that was stood 10-inches big with a thick vein on the underside and two heavy breeder balls that caused pre-cum to shine on Kishibe slit.

"Take a nice look cause this is going in you" he said as he now fully removed your panties. He grabbed your hips lifting your up so now that your pussy was hovering above his cock.

You could feel his pre-cum against your soaked pussy, causing your to gush out more.

Just as you were about to moan out for him to enter, you felt his cockhead begin to slip in.

His felt as his cock split your pussy fold open, sliping it in causing you to moan out in satisfaction.

You felt ad Kishibe bottom out in you, not moving as he allowed you to get use to his size.

Your pussy fluttered against Kishibe's cock as it took it all in. You looked down between your bodies noting how your legs were wet with your slick and his pre-cum and back up into Kishibe's eyes watching as his eyes held lust in them.

Your lips slowly reconnected to his as he began to thrust up into you, each thrust knocking the air out of your lungs.

"Oh Kishibe" you moaned out against his lips, feeling the way his cock rubbed perfectly against your pussy walls.

Kishibe could feel the way your pusst tightened with each thrust, which only made him more feral to breed you.

"Your pussy need my cum doesn't it" he said in that sarcastic demeaning tone that had you seeing stars.

Kishibe began to quickening his pace, as he fucked you senselessly against the wall, the only sound being that over your moans and slapping of your wet pussy against his soaked balls.

Your pussy was spasming around his cock, taking in the way he drilled you so perfecting making your claw into his back.

Kishibe could sense you were close, your pussy was already milking him and your nipples were as hard as rocks as he could see them through your bra.

"Cum for me baby" Kishibe said as he rutted into you, his cock head nudging deep into your soft walls.

Your pussy was overflowing with cock and your vision became spotty as you felt the coil in yout tummy began to slip until it finally loosened.

Hot liquid began to gush from you onto Kishibe as you came hard, gripping onto him as your road out your orgasm against his cock.

Your actions causing Kishibe to shot hot white semen deep inside your pussy, as you milked him dry.

Kishibe remained still for a moment allowing you to catch yout breath before gently bringing your back down to the ground.

He gently helped your slip you back into your panties before slipping his cock back into his pants.

Kishibe looked at you with a smile, looking at your fucked out expression.

"Let's make a deal" he said causing your eyes to light up with interest.

"Let's go kill this demon, but if you spill a drop of cum from your pussy I get to fuck more into you after this mission"

"Deal"

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[rougepancake]

Swim

Rohan Kishibe x F!Reader

Warnings: Hate fucking, pent up sexual tension, Rohan being a dick (what’s new), professional to sexual relationship, masturbation, fingering, mentions of prostitution. Minimal plot. Sexually explicit content under cut. Minors and ageless blogs dni. Not proofread.

Summary: Rohan fucks his annoying editor :]

“What the hell are you doing?” You looked over your shoulder at him as you walked out of the shower.

The two of you were stuck together in a fancy hotel suite for the weekend, due to a convention that Rohan’s manager booked.

And as his editor, you were obligated to go.

“I need a nude model.” He stuck up his thumb, using it to cover where your towel rested on your body. He then quickly got to sketching.

“It’s not going to be me.” You scoffed, crossing your arms stubbornly and walking out of the bathroom. To your dismay, he followed you.

“Well who else is it going to be, hm?” He looked up from his sketch pad briefly to observe your body. “Now take off the towel.”

“No.”

“I guess I’m just going to have to estimate about the proportions.” Rohan sighed dramatically and sat across the room, crossing his legs and resuming his sketch. “Could you at least sit on the bed?”

“Fine.” You huffed and sat on the corner of the bed, sweeping your legs to the side to keep the towel from revealing too much of your body.

“In the middle.” He commanded without hesitation, using his pencil to gesture to where he wanted you positioned. “Don’t make me come over there and do it myself.”

“You’d like that.”

He rolled his eyes and set down his sketchbook, offering you a scowl as you centered yourself on the bed. Without a word, he grabbed his things and walked over to where you sat, sitting at the edge so he could have a better view.

“Spread your legs.” He tapped your knee with his pencil, shooting you another glare. If he was so annoyed then why didn’t he just do it himself?! You rolled your eyes and pulled the towel tighter, looking away from him.

“I’m not your model. Don’t talk to me like one.” You scoffed and crossed your arms. “I’m paid to edit your work, not inspire it.”

“How much?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me the first time.” Rohan’s hand moved to his pocket, digging for his wallet while looking you in the eyes. “I can’t believe I’m about to pay my editor to be the filthy slut she is.” He pulled out some cash and tossed it at you, grumbling to himself as he did so. “Ditch the towel too. Nude models are better nude in all their glory.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking at you expectantly.

“Oh?” You smirked and chuckled to yourself, repositioning yourself so you could slide the towel away. “I’m not one of your models. But…” You tossed the towel to the side and leaned back, one of your hands by your head and the other by your waist.

It was the hottest thing Rohan’s ever seen.

And out of all his dealings with nude models, he’s never been flustered by one before.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like what you see?” You taunted, relaxing into the bed. Rohan scoffed and began to sketch you, his eyes tracing every detail of your body, memorizing the way the bed formed beneath your weight, the way the light reflected off your skin.

Everything.

He was not going to let this pass, because, rumor has it, you’re actually pretty damn hot.

“Actually…” He set his sketchbook to the side and moved closer to you, extending his arm and placing a surprisingly gentle hand on your knee. “Let me position you.”

“Hell no.” You slapped his hand away, but it only came back, now resting on your thigh. “This is all you’re getting.”

“Well…” He let out an annoyed sigh and crawled on top of you, his lips twitching upward as he refrained from smirking. “I do believe that it’s best for your expression to be authentic, rather than me having to imagine it.”

“Oh so you wanna touch your editor?”

“Well I figured you could touch yourself.” His hand slid further, making its way to your hip. “And if you’re wanting me to pay you, then money isn’t much of a problem.” His voice dropped to a whisper, low and seductive. You could feel his breathing grow heavier, and if you had put your hand on his chest, then you would have felt how it slowly began to race.

Rohan Kishibe hated you.

But he’d love to see you cry out his name.

Slowly, he crawled back to the end of the bed and resumed sketching. “Hop to it.” He was doing his best to sound uninterested, but he couldn’t help the smirk that had found its way to his lips. He was going to enjoy this.

You groaned and spread your legs wide, closing your eyes as you slid your hand down towards your core.

It was embarrassing enough to have him watching you like this, but hey, he paid you a good amount.

And you’re all about the hustle.

Your fingers collected your own slick, slowly pushing past your lips in a way that made caused Rohan to groan.

“Oh so you like this?” You teased as you continued to finger yourself, soft gasps leaving your lips and slowly filling the room.

“No.” He lied, slowly crawling back to you and pulling your fingers from your cunt. You huffed and shot him a glare, only to roll your head back as he replaced them with his own. “But you seem to be.”

Your moans only increased in volume as his fingers continued to pound into you relentlessly. He had you seeing stars- so many stars that you were able to count them as you began to lose yourself in the pleasure.

“H-Ha- I knew you thought I was h-hot.” You panted, whining softly as he pulled his fingers out of you sharply. Without another word, he grabbed you and flipped you over, shoving your face into your pillows. He had one hand on your neck, the other resting on your waist as he admired the sight of your body against his.

He quickly shed himself of his clothing, tossing the articles aside so he could press his chest against your back.

The feeling of your skin against his was simply too much for him to bear.

Which left him pressing the head of his cock against your entrance, slowly pushing past your lips and groaning loudly at how tight you were.

He hated it. He hated how you were so annoying, but you were so good like this. He hated how you moaned out his name shamelessly as he pounded into you.

He absolutely hated it.

However- he did rather like the way you felt around him.

So it wasn’t all bad.

#jojo’s bizarre adventure #x reader #jjba x reader #jjba x you #jjba smut #rohan kishibe #rohan kishibe smut #rohan kishibe x reader #kishibe rohan #jojo part 4 #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #jojo smut #rohan x you #thus spoke kishibe rohan #jojos bizzare adventure x reader

[laynore-x]

Rohan x Reigen AMV

New otp <333

(from an IG poll)

they´re so silly

#jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba fanart #my art #jojos #diamond is unbreakable #mob psycho 100 #yeah they gay keep scrolling #rohan kishibe #mp100 reigen #reigen arataka #reigen x rohan #reihan #crack ship #When drawing this back then half of the time I was cracking up like crazy and questioning what i was doing with my life but in a good way #This was inspired by an ironic edit of Reigen x Rohan on youtube made by Andromeda. Gold content you should check their channel #>>>>>otp

[liliesinrequiem]

Do you love me?

A/N: I’ve returned. Out of all the P4 characters, Rohan actually became one of my absolute favs very quickly. I hope that y’all enjoy.

Pairing: Rohan Kishibe x Reader

Summary: Reader finally asks Rohan the single question they'd been avoiding.

CW: Angst/Not a happy story, brief mentions/descriptions of sex as manipulation tactic, unhealthy relationship.

I. You shivered slightly as a cold breeze blew through the porch. It wasn’t the best place for confrontation but you refused to take a step indoors. You looked up at your boyfriend. His face held the same expression: boredom. You were going to finally ask him the question that had hung over the two of you since the beginning.

One that you already knew the answer to.

“Rohan, do you love me?”

II. You loved Rohan.

You really did. You loved him so much that it actually hurt sometimes. If he ever needed anything from you, you’d drop everything to give it to him. You made sure to take care of him while he worked. No meals were forgotten and you took care of the house in general. If he wished for you to be his model on occasion, you’d do it and not once utter a complaint, even if you were in an awkward position. You just wanted to please him.

You were a constant in his life. He could rely on you with no doubts as to whether or not you’ll accomplish what he asks of you. He wanted his furniture moved around for some artistic inspiration? You’d move it for him. He wanted a complicated meal? Sure. You did it because you genuinely loved him. You had loved him for so long that the sheer joy when he finally agreed to go on a date with you was inexplicable.

You were happy with him.

Rather, you were happy about it at the time.

In truth, the doubt crept around into you early on. It sunk its claws into your heart and refused to let go. Rohan’s feelings for you weren’t obvious. At all. It hurt to love him because everything you did was expected. It was a sign of absolute obedience to him. It was expected that you’d be there for him whenever. You’d canceled going out with friends, missed out on things you wanted to do, and received next to nothing. Questions about going on dates or doing something, anything, slowly died out of your thoughts. He didn’t want to do anything with you. The expectations that you had for him slowly wilted away as you realized that you seemingly came last in the list of importance for him. If you were in trouble, he wouldn’t drop everything to save you in the same way that you would for him. He’d even told you that bluntly when you’d only jokingly asked him. You went the extra mile and he refused to even take a step.

Perhaps one of the more painful parts was realizing that everyone saw how he treated you. Your shared friends had seen how cold he acted with you. There was no public or private affection. You two were just together. That was it. The words of concern from others flitted into one ear and went out the other. You forced them out of your head. But they were right.

Even with the lack of appreciation, you couldn’t bring yourself to separate from him. Something about him kept you around. It was like he was a magnet that you couldn’t detach yourself from. Every time that you convinced yourself to leave or someone finally got through to you, you were pulled back in by him.

He’d pull you into him and it would be the absolutely rare times that he did pretend to feel something for you. You say pretend because it’s only the moments where you’ve argued with him because you wanted him to do more or you’d leave. Those moments where he would play along in the fantasy that you sometimes made up. A fantasy where he did love you and that you actually meant something to him. A fantasy where you told yourself that the kisses trailing up and along your body were not just an attempt on his part to satiate your concerns. As if he truly wanted to demonstrate that you meant something to him. Where you could tell yourself that his saccharine words were honest and not just trying to sweeten up your mood to agree with him.

Not too long after those moments, he’d return to his usual self because you’d fall back into his desires. You’d drop the matter until you’d circle back to it. The fantasy would always end as quickly as it began. Something that made you emotional on so many occasions because sometimes, you had believed that the two of you were making some form of progress. Where he promised to improve and you had believed him only to go back to square one and the two of you moved backwards once again.

“I love you,” you’d say. He’d merely hum in response if he even felt like acknowledging you. The words had been spoken by you so many times that you doubted that it held any meaning to him. You figured that it just reconfirmed your obedience to him whenever you said it. He’d never once uttered the phrase back to you. You’d held out so long and expected him to say it at some point. But nothing. Ever. All the hints that you dropped on the matter were ignored entirely by him. Ignored purposefully because he was far smarter than he frequently let on.

It drove a deeper wedge into your relationship. The doubt was suffocating you more and more.

“You’re valuable enough,” he once said. That was the closest you’d ever gotten to any form of appreciation. But the sweetness was tainted with the bitterness of being entangled with him in bed as he said it. How could you know if it was honest? He was never honest during these moments. It wasn’t anything truly meaningful in the grand scheme of things.

Recently, though, the doubt was becoming insufferable. You couldn’t keep going on. No amount of lies could keep you satiated anymore.

Perhaps, it was about time that you got tired of his actions. You just didn’t know how to leave him. What could truly drive you away?

You knew the answer to that.

It was a simple question. It was just one that you’d been avoiding the entirety of your relationship.

You knew what he would likely answer too. He’d probably evade the question or he’d probably be blunt about it. Out of the two, you desired for him to be blunt.

The two of you knew what he felt deep down. You just wanted to hear him admit it. You needed to hear him admit it. You just needed it. You needed him to say it out loud. You wanted him to slice through your heart one last time so that you could tear yourself off.

III. You stared at him blankly. Any sign of expectation could lead to a lie. You needed Rohan’s honesty. His face had set into one of discontent. But you didn’t care anymore. Maybe he had realized that you were asking for honesty for once. Whatever the truth may be.

“No, I don’t.”

The curtness of it stung. But you took a deep breath. Just what you needed to hear him say. You smiled for the first time in a long while and he seemed surprised.

“Thank you,” you said.

#rohan kishibe x reader #rohan x you #jjba x you #jjba imagines #jojos bizarre adventure x reader #jjba x reader #jojo x reader #jojo x y/n

[igot-sarang-ggg]

Meeting Heaven's door (Rohan Kishibe x Reader)

Masterlist

Small Summary: So this was a small idea I came up with a few days ago. What if Rohan used Heaven's door to let you (a non-stand user) be able to see his stand?

Small mentions: gn!reader, there are none

Rohan called me over to model for some posing references for his manga. I knocked gently on the door waiting for a response, "Come in," a faint voice could be heard from somewhere in the house, I slowly opened the door and walked in. "I'm upstairs y/n, just trying to finish some of my work here."

I walked upstairs and into his office, I stood by the doorway so as to not disturb him while he was working. "Rohan sensei you're pretty fast at drawing. I never asked, how are you so fast?" He stopped drawing; standing up, taking the papers in his hand, and putting them away, on a nearby bookshelf. "It's all thanks to my Heaven's door... Oh right, you can't see stands can you?"

"No, I can't. Josuke and the others have tried showing them to me but I can't see them, unfortunately." I'm not a stand user, most of the time I see random items floating sometimes or feel something touching me when I'm with my friends. He looked in my direction, "Why don't you try with my stand?" I walked towards him, "I'm sorry, I don't think I quite understood you, Rohan?"

"I could try with my stand. If you've tried with the others then maybe mine will work." I didn't know what to say, he rolled his eyes at me, "I'll try and show you my stand." He said as took out one of his sketchbooks, and sat back down at his table, "Heaven's Door!" Rohan shouted causing me to jump slightly, "Rohan sensei this isn't going to... work...?"

Before me stood a figure It was wearing a long overcoat, closed to the end of its torso, a bow tie, and a flat-topped hat. It has lines emanating from the bottom and the bottom outsides of its eyes, "Woah this is your stand?" So, this is what it looks like, "What did you do?" I looked at him and then at his stand. I have to admit Koichi was right about some stand users not matching their stands, Heaven's door is adorable.

"I made it so that you can see and interact with my stand Heaven's Door. You can now do the same with everyone's stand as well." I smiled at Rohan, "Thank you, Rohan." I bent down to get a closer look at Heaven's door. "You look adorable." He handed me a paper, I looked at Rohan who was busy sketching something as he watched us both. "Hm? What's this?" I took the paper in my hands smiling to myself. He gave me a drawing of a rose one of my favorite flowers. "Thank you." I hugged him, and Heaven's Door smiled at me.

I stood up looked at Rohan and walked over to him, "So a stand is a manifestation of one's soul, am I correct?"

"Yes, it is. why do you ask?" Rohan stopped sketching and looked at me I showed him the drawing Heaven's Door gave me. He covered his face and looked the other way, I giggled at his action, "That doesn't mean anything y/n. Heaven's door was simply giving you a drawing we've been working on, that's all."

"Sure it doesn't," I rolled my eyes jokingly, "So you called me here to model for reference, are we starting soon?" Rohan showed me the drawings he was working on. "It's already done. While you were having your small interaction with Heaven's Door I took the liberty to draw you. I wanted to get that raw expression from you when you first meet my stand... Seeing that genuine smile of yours is as raw as it gets." He smiled to myself while looking at the drawing and then looked at me our eyes met and a light blush spread across his face.

"A-Anyways thank you for coming today, I'll call you again when I need." He stood up and walked me down the stairs towards the door, "I'll see you around Rohan." I waved him goodbye and made my way home. On my way home I bought a picture frame for the drawing he gave me.

#rohan kishibe #kishibe rohan #jjba x you #jjba x reader #jjba fanfic #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo kimyou na bouken #jojo bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure x reader #jojos bizzare adventure #jojo part 4 #diamond is unbreakable #rohan x reader #heaven's door #jjba part 4 x reader #jotaro kujo #jotaro cujoh #jjba headcanons #jjba jotaro #jjba tag #jjba part 4 #josuke joestar #jojo #jjba #jojo okuyasu #joseph joesar #joseph joestar

[amberswords]

🗡 Have a sweet little commission i just finished for @succubus-shipping !!! I always have so much fun drawing Rohan <3

#eddie does commissions #eddie draws #jjba #rohan kishibe #jjba x oc #jjba x you #diu #diamond is unbreakable #jojo's bizarre adventure #self-shipping #art

[kujojotarolover]

Also o for Rohan please

cw: Yandere Themes, Allusions to Stalking, Mentions of Stalking, Obsessive Thoughts / Nature, Angst, Dire Situations, Torture, Graphic Descriptions / Thoughts, Brainwashing and / or Memory Wiping Allusion, Thoughts / Mentions of Death, General Dark Themes not Suitable for Immature Audiences. Reader-Insert, Gender Neutral. Uncomfortable scenarios included, read at you own discretion! 18+ ONLY!

author's note: Totally not inspired by House of Wax or anything, nah. This is my first ficlet involving Kishibe Rohan, I hope that you enjoy this delusion man and this creepy fic! These "Yandere Prompts Flower Language" were written and coined by @/nanasparadise . That original post can be located here. I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is not a good situation! I hope you enjoy this!

PROMPT: Orchid (love, beauty): "My, you're breathtaking. Your beauty needs to be cherished."

word count: Approximately 1.8k

Swish. 

Swish, swish. Swish. 

Swiiiiiiish. 

Everything dimmed and blurred in a flurry haze. Bright light like you’ve never known before shone and rushed like a hurricane, circling and widening and engulfing. You quickly tried to shut your eyes from the blinding hues, but something pulled uncomfortably against your face. Your mind scrambled. 

Why couldn’t you blink? 

Your pupils whizzed in frantic dashes, desperately trying to escape the maddening light that started to dull more and more and more and… wait. Hey, yeah. This… you’re standing in a room. It’s not a room you’ve ever seen before and that worries you, but you can finally pick up the faintest edges and outlines of details now. You want to squint, but the pressure from earlier comes back fast so you just settle for letting your eyes slowly adjust. 

Swish, swish, swishswishswish. 

There it is again. That noise: the sound that had brought you forth into this waking world. Your brain can’t quite comprehend what it's hearing, but it distinctly reminds you of the strokes of a paintbrush. Which, funnily enough, only brings more questions than answers. So, you turn your head. 

You… turn your head. 

Panic emerges from your chest in a rupture as you start straining your muscles. Why can’t you move your head? It feels like it’s pinned in place, pinioned by that weight from earlier that kept you from closing your eyes and that petrifies you. This doesn’t make any sense, none of it does. Your head is whorling in nasty waves and you start to struggle. 

A rattling, like cracked porcelain. Muffled panting, the sound of terror huffing against something solid. You breathe. You try to breathe in but your lungs refuse to expand very far—held down, immobile. You think you’re hyperventilating now, shaking in place like a ball filled with too much kinetic energy and you feel like you’re going to explode with madness. 

Then, a voice. 

“Oh, you're waking up now, are you?” A deep siiiiigh. “Well, I suppose I did only write ‘until Kishibe Rohan finishes painting the initial coat’, didn’t I?” 

A lackadaisical, nasally voice rhetorically questions himself before the swish swish swish begins once more. You don’t recognize the voice. Or, no, you do. The tone and intonation tickle the furthest reaches of your mind and you wrack your brain to call it forth. The name, think of the name. Kishibe Rohan. Why does that sound familiar? You feel something twinge. Yes, you do know him. 

“That doesn’t matter now, of course,” Rohan comments, “just stop panicking. The clay may be dry, but you’ll be irreparable if you accidentally tear any of it off at this stage.” 

What… What in the hell did he just say? 

“It will also bring you unbelievable amounts of pain,” Rohan pauses. Something clacks against wood. He had set his brush down. “But to see you in such agony and in such disarray would cause me more misery than you’d ever imagine.” 

Rohan picks up something—another paintbrush, probably—and leans in close. 

Your dry eyes have finally cleared and the image before you is flawless. 

The room looks unique, for sure, with a triangular bookshelf pressed against the side wall and the artisan desk not too far ahead. There’s also various prints framed and hung around the extra space of the room. The floors are hardwood, the walls are flamingo pink, the room’s trimmings are mauve, and the blinds are a rich royal blue. Everything is dimmer than you’d originally expected, but you notice a singular curtain is drawn up to allow beaming sunlight to gleam across your face. Nothing looks familiar, you’ve never been here before; so, the only logical conclusion is that this is Kishibe Rohan’s office. 

Another hopeful scan of the room births nothing of use to you. There’s a flame that withers inside, you can feel a flicker of hope diminish in your chest. What will help you escape? Another fretful glance. What can get clay off of your body? 

But your eyes can’t take in the details quick enough before a dark shadow looms before your eyes and you’re forced to focus on that instead. 

Kishibe Rohan.

He looks as eccentric and as fashionable as he did the very first time you laid your eyes upon him. That lusciously vivid sacramento green hair of his swoops over his forehead and stays tucked away by the lime eggshell headband he dons. Intense emerald orbs pierce through you, awash with such emotions that you feel a queer turn in your stomach that make your body involuntarily hitch. Rohan’s expression is tense, but focused. He calmly watches your eyes meet his and the corner of his lips quirk upward. 

“Good, my little muse,” Rohan’s eyes close briefly as he sighs again and starts to titter. “Though the clay is much too solid for much to shift it out of place, I’m sure the heat of it and the nature of the substance has caused it to permanently iron itself to your flesh.” 

Your heart thunders against your ribcage. 

“Moving it or grinding against it could possibly disrupt it and, well, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what will happen after that,” Rohan’s sudden humor is once again lost as he lifts his arm back up and brings the paintbrush towards your face. 

But you can’t even care about that! What the hell else were you supposed to think about? You’re permanently trapped in this clay prison and moving will flay you alive! And you want to freak out even more. Want to flail, kick, scream, throw a damn tantrum to break free—but it’s futile. It’s so absolutely futile and that’s why you feel like your world is suddenly swinging around you like a merry-go-round. Streaking, and slurring, and swimming, and you pant. you pant. you pant. 

You feel painful tears sting against the rims of your eyes. The sclera are so desiccated, so aired out from being held open for this long that tears feel like stabbing needles prickling the very organs. Your head reels noisily. 

The paintbrush dabs against the clay of your cheekbone as Rohan finetunes the precise details. You can’t focus. You feel so absolutely lost, you’re so helpless, fuck fuck fuck—is this how you’re going to die? Standing, posed, in this crazy man’s home covered in model clay as you slowly starve and dehydrate to the point of no return? Tortured by a man that you met by chance… once? 

That’s when you really became flighty. Your head thumped loudly, right behind your sinuses, and you felt so so full. You’d only met this stranger once! All because of a mishap at a local art store. Fuck, you can’t even clearly remember the memory—that’s how long ago this happened! You think you ended up helping him out, there was a miscommunication. You can’t recall. You’re teetering on the edge of passing out and going numb from how heavily you’re breathing against warm, damp clay. Your appendages are tingling and you feel like you’re floating on clouds. Why is he doing this? What did you do to deserve this? 

Rohan’s paintbrush feathers over the bridge of your nose and he releases a pleased hum. 

“Absolutely stunning,” Rohan’s free hand comes up to cradle your jaw, but he stops and jerks back. “Not quite yet. I would hate to tarnish my hard work, especially after all of the trouble I went through to get you here.” 

The memories before this very moment feel fuzzy. They’re like minnows, swaying along with the currents of a stream and constantly going. On and on and on and on and on. You see them fade and disappear, they wink out and more minnow follow their ilk. You cast your line out in distress, the hook glimmery in the light of your conscience, and watch it dip into the water. It gets sucked along and the line screeches as it’s pulled into nothingness. 

“Buuut this was very much worth it,” Rohan states. “I’ve been following you for so long, watching you and studying you to make sure you’re really what I believed you to be the first time I happened upon you.” 

Oh, Gods, you just want to sob. You want to start weeping and curl up into a tiny ball, but you’re frozen solid and you’re forced to listen to Rohan’s words. You’re forced to listen to the ramblings of a man long gone. 

“You’re so pure, so unlike other people, so kind,” Rohan seems to shudder and you want to just collapse under his loving stare. “When you first gazed at me with those beautiful eyes, I fell deeply in love with you. It felt like my heart was going to burst when you departed from me, but… don’t worry, I made sure to keep you within my sights.” 

Swish, swish, swiiish. 

“I followed you, every day, every waking moment that I possibly could,” Rohan admits. He then withdraws the paintbrush, dips the end into a swatch of color, and continues detailing. “You were filled with this admirable justice, this sense of innocence and purity. Of truth, of precision. Your honesty, your soul… everything about you was like a flame and I was consumed like oxygen into the laps.” 

Everything and nothing makes sense. You would shake your head, would avert your face away from Rohan’s lecherous eyes, and try to plug your ears to mute this insanity. But you can just be his little statue. Listening. 

“And after a while… watching you from afar started to bore me, honestly.” Rohan huffs, as if he were absolutely bothered by the notion and then turns his stare over his shoulder. “So I waited and waited and waited. There was much to think about, you know. As an artist, I had to make sure this wasn’t sloppy. I had to be positive that you were the one, that nothing would tarnish you. I… I needed to immortalize you.” 

Your eyes gape in horror at Rohan as he drags another long sweep of the paintbrush across your cheeks before arching back. 

Rohan scrutinizes your face thoughtfully, romantically, and an excitedly giddy grin smears across his lips. 

“My, you’re breathtaking.” Rohan shivers, his eyes widening with something wild as he drops his brush to the palette and laces his fingers together. “Your beauty needs to be cherished.”

It feels like the floor is opening up, is dropping you in, and you’re flushing away. You're going so fast, so soon, so terribly. And you just look into Rohan’s eyes, disbelieving, and you feel like your heart 

stops. 

“My own personal Astraea, that’s what I’ve made you, my muse.”

#rohan x reader #rohan kishibe x reader #yandere rohan #yandere rohan kishibe #rohan x you #rohan x y/n #jjba x reader #yandere x reader #yandere jjba x reader #18+ only please #your average wfsn

[amethystsoda]

Franky doing the Rohan pose in the Spy x Family OP

#i notice it every episode op #now i gift the knowledge to you #spy x family #jjba #rohan kishibe #franky franklin #it's so funny and cute tho #jojo reference

[tonberry-yoda]

Please could i request a Rohan and Josuke 4 smooch 💙💙💙

HECK YES YOU CAN OMFG I love these two, so I am more than happy to provide the smooches!! Please enjoy and stay super duper hydrated!!

You were sick of Rohan ignoring you. You understood that he was a busy manga artist, but you were getting very VERY tired of his behavior lately.

You threw open the manga artists door and walked over to his desk, taking a seat.

"What are you doing?" He blinked at you, clearly very annoyed.

"Can we talk?"

"I'm busy."

"Exactly," you crossed your arms. "That's what I want to talk about."

"Listen, love, if you're asking me to give you more attention, I know. You beg for it."

"Why else would we be in a relationship?!" You threw your arms in the air.

"I like to get work done and I like to cuddle you at night."

"I want to go on a date."

Rohan huffed, but looked up at you with what looked like love. "Fine. We'll go on a date tonight."

"Finally."

"Don't think I don't love you." He placed his hand on your thigh and pressed kiss after kiss onto your lips that left you hungry for more as you left to get ready for the date.

"Summer time sucks sometimes," Josuke groaned staring at his melted ice cream, sweat pouring down his forehead.

"Yeah, but you look all cute and hot when it's warm out." You tucked a strand piece of hair behind Josuke's ear and pressed a kiss onto his sweaty cheek.

"I don't feel hot," he pouted, licking the ice cream that was now pouring down the cone. "Well, I feel hot as in the temperature... but you know."

You laughed and pressed another kiss onto Josuke's cheek. He smiled when he did so and decided to pull you closer, despite how hot the both of you were. He pressed kisses all over your cheeks, causing both of you to be a big pile of sweat.

"Gross, Josuke!" You tried pushing his face away, but both of you knew that you didn't want that.

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if you want smoochies from your fav, send me an ask!!!

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#love them sm #hope you enjoy!! #tonberry answers #smooches #jjba #jjba x reader #rohan #rohan kishibe #rohan x reader #rohan kishibe x reader #josuke #josuke x reader #josuke higashikata #josuke higashikata x reader

[dios-wryyy]

I need ideas for a fluff headcanon. Somebody help me. please🥹 it can be with a character from any fandom. I’ve been thinking abt writing for some obey me characters or JJBA characters (part 1 - 6). When i start getting into writing more things i might mostly write  x black reader things cuz yes.🧍🏽‍♀

#obey me #aot fandom #jjba headcanons #kengen ashura #aot x you #obey me shall we date #poc writers #jjba x reader #help me #eren headcanons #jojo headcanons #golden wind #diamond is unbreakable #kishibe rohan #eren jaeger #mikasa aot

[shenghuo-jiushi-shenghuo]

I started watching Jojo’s bizarre adventure like three months ago and now I’m in part 6. And, when I like any piece of media I just obsess with it. I search for fanart, fanfics, memes, etc. So I searched for Rohan Kishibe fanfics just because I was curious to see what is the opinion of the fan fiction fandom on mister “I eat bugs”…

…

Baby girl, Rohan is gay.

Like no man can change clothes in every episode of his series, pose like mean girl in high school and just be kishibe Rohan and still be straight.

Sorry your fanfics y/n x Rohan aren’t going to change anything.

#not to be mean #I just thought that every one of us knew that #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part four #jojo part 4 #kishibe rohan #kishibe x y/n #Rohan has the best stand in the world though #heaven’s door #is the best stand #Rohan is 100% gay mind you

[kkikyoko]

The new song Taylor was featured on gives off Rohan x reader vibes and I am FOR it

The love story with Rohan has to involve an angsty start cause I mean he’s very egotistical, it’s going to take some time for him to get used to taking your feelings into account everyday (it’s okay tho cause we’ll get there😚)

So you gotta worm your way into his heart which then he’ll push you away but then he realizes he’s sad without you but then you’re too nervous about going into a relationship with him again cause of how hurt you were for majority of it the first time so then Rohan has to really show you that hes there for you 100%🥹

And I think the Alcott really encapsulates this with how the singers sing of their fragile but loving relationship

#if y’all have any song recs for Rohan I’d love to hear them #:3 #the Swiftie in me had to let this out #diamond is unbreakable #jjba #rohan kishibe #rohan x reader #rohan x you #Spotify #Rohan