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Did Something Slip Your Mind?

Chapter 2/? <- previous ⋆ next -> [masterlist]

[PAIRING] Rohan Kishibe x Reader (she/her)

[SUMMARY] Read previous chapter first! After finding out you might be a key witness to a murder investigation, you suck up your nerves to preform your civic duty... but something seems off about the whole thing, and its not just the fact that the sketch artist is absolutely insufferable.

[WC] 4.5k

[!!!] Sfw for now, but will not be in the future. Heaven’s Door is a warning in itself. Memory erasing moments will be entirely excluded from readers perspective so you experience the confusion genuinely, but it will be obvious for the most part WHEN the stand has been used. Same warnings as previous chapter Tiniest bit of Jotaro x reader if you squint.

[A/N] hey everyone, schools coming into swing so uhhhhhhh taglist information on my blogs nav if you enjoy and want more :)

The hotel was unassuming, tucked away in one of Morioh’s quieter corners, clean in a way that let it blend into the surroundings perfectly. Honestly, you probably wouldn’t have given the building a second thought without the explicit directions Jotaro had left the night prior. The events of the previous day were still playing through your head, the entire encounter having been such a deviation from your routine that it still felt fresh. First, there was the detective's intimidating presence; then, the unsettling realization that you’d briefly worked with a suspected murderer; and now this, some formal witness interview miles out of your way.

Your intuition was telling you this whole thing was something you weren't supposed to be a part of, that you were in over your head, but curiosity (and a small sense of duty) pushed you forward. You couldn’t just ignore what you’d learned. Someone in Morioh was killing people, and if you had information that could help, you had to try at the very least. Even if you weren't exactly sure how much help you could be…

You took a deep breath after navigating the liminal halls, trying to shake off the nerves as you knocked on the door he had described.

Almost immediately, it swung open, revealing the man you’d met the day before; as imposing as ever, his hat-shadowed eyes meeting yours with intensity. For a moment, you actually felt like you were being sized up by the man in front of you.

But his demeanor softened as soon as recognition fell on his face. “Come on in,” he said, stepping aside to let you pass.

The suite was clean and sparsely decorated, about as impersonal as you'd expect of a hotel room, regardless of its size. Jotaro gestured for you to sit at a small table by the window, but your attention was quickly drawn to the other figure in the room.

Your stomach dropped the second you realized who it was.

He was seated casually enough, legs crossed, one elbow propped on the table as he leaned forward, paying little attention to anyone but himself. His hair was unmistakable, though—vivid green and styled in that sharp, angular fashion that somehow suited him perfectly. His clothing was equally flashy, though you expected nothing less from the man, but those bold colors and cutouts were the least of your worries now.

The tension in the room felt suffocating, though likely only for you. Between the stoic wall that was Kujo and the insufferable ego Kishibe wore like a suit, you felt like you were walking to a witness stand instead of an interview. But, Rohan hadn’t recognized you… at least, he didn't act like he did.

Jotaro’s gravelly voice had been calmly explaining the process for nearly five minutes now, but you felt like you were missing most of it. It was straightforward enough though, right? Regardless of the importance of his speech, your attention kept unintentionally drifting to Rohan, who now lounged on the couch as if he owned the room. His posture was relaxed, leaning back, legs apart as he absently flipped through a notebook with one hand, spinning a pen in the other.

You hated how casual he looked... as if this was just another Tuesday for him. But hey, maybe it was. You hadn’t known until today that he worked as a police sketch artist, but the notion made sense, at the very least. Though you’d only seen a handful of examples, you knew the man’s realism was as flawless as the stylized drafts in your inbox; he might be your least favorite person on this planet, but you couldn’t deny that he had an almost unparalleled talent… not that you spent that much time dwelling on it.

Jotaro’s voice cut through your spiraling thoughts. “Are you ready?”

Shit, maybe you should have been listening closer. Still, you nodded while asking for clarification, eyes darting nervously between the two men. “For what?”

“For me to do my job,” The artist said smoothly, finally looking up from his notebook. His green eyes locked onto yours, sharp and glinting with something that made you uneasy. You were allowed to relax for a moment, however. Intense as they might be, there was not an ounce of recognition in those eyes.

“Just try to stay focused,” he said, standing. “This will only take a moment.” 

You thought you saw him draw something—which was odd considering the fact you hadn’t described the suspect yet—but that was before the heavy sensation of nausea overtook you. It was difficult to explain, due primarily to the brevity of the feeling. It felt as if you’d sneezed somehow, but your brain completely ignored your action in the moment; it felt as if you’d knocked your head back without even realizing it. Even the ceiling above you felt unfamiliar for a second, but the nerves washed away as you realized that you must have spaced out. Nothing struck you as out of place.

You turned your head to Jotaro, who had moved across the room without you noticing, looming by the window like a marble statue. 

“What will only take a moment?” You asked for clarification.

Rohan smirked, causing your heart to falter. What was that look in his eyes?

“Just a few descriptions of the man as far as you can recall. You weren't daydreaming, were you?” Oh, this was just his ego on full display, he was just a man pretending to be an entitled god.

“I wasn’t daydreaming,” you said defensively, forcing yourself to sit up straighter in the chair. “I’m fine.”

“Of course,” Rohan said smoothly, snapping his notebook into a comfortable position. “You seem very… composed.”

The way he said it made your stomach twist, as if he were daring you to prove otherwise.

“Can we just get started?” you scoffed, turning your attention back to Jotaro. He cleared his throat with a small nod, something about his demeanor feeling much smaller than it had moments ago.

You sat in the uncomfortable spotlight, trying your best to recall the details lost to time. In between the generic questions—prompting things like the man's eye spacing, nose angle, and ear size—the artist continued to ramble.

“I want- no. I need context.” He paused, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Remind me, how did you meet the suspect?”

You furrowed your brows. “I designed a business card for him, I don’t see how that impacts the drawing, though.”

“Just for the sake of my mental process, helps immersion…authenticity… whatnot.” He spoke as if his explanation made perfect sense, waving his hand absentmindedly.

Who were you to judge his creative process, though? If the rest of the man had to be maddeningly frustrating, why shouldn't his artistic preferences be the same? You were willing to sit here and stonewall until he had what he needed for the sketch, surely he couldn't get that much worse. It was a good plan.

Well, it was a good plan until Rohan broke the uncomfortable silence once more, speaking in a tone you had no possible way of deciphering. “So, you’re a graphic designer? Tell me, what have you worked on recently?” 

The question caught you off guard, and your brain stuttered over how to respond. You blinked, unsure if he was genuinely curious or baiting you.

“I—uh…” You scrambled for something neutral. “Mostly cover designs. I’ve worked with a few smaller mangaka.” 

“Don’t sell yourself short, I'm sure your clients would be insulted to hear you think so little of them.” He quipped back almost instantly, still focused on the page.

You didn't know what to say, but thankfully, Rohan and his big mouth continued to do the talking for you.

“I'm intrigued, I must admit. Anyone I might know?” He mused, finally looking up from his sketchbook and straight into your eyes, expression unreadable, tone short.

Your stomach twisted again, but you somehow maintained composure. You were starting to second guess your judgment, however… unless this was how Rohan usually treated strangers.

“Probably not,” you said bluntly, keeping your voice polite but unattached as you held intense eye contact. You didn’t want to face the possibility that something was off, that you didn’t have control of the situation. There was no way he could have recognized you... right? 

Jotaro cleared his throat again, clearly uninterested in whatever game Rohan was initiating. “We’re not here to talk about her career,” he said, his tone firm enough to steal Rohan's gaze.

The artist simply waved his hand dismissively. “It’s relevant, isn't it? Context is everything, Kujo. Besides, I’m just trying to understand her perspective...You can't rush art.”

You gritted your teeth, unsure whether to feel flattered or insulted by the attention. Something was unnerving about the way Rohan spoke, as if he already knew the answers to his questions but enjoyed watching you squirm anyway. He had to know, right? No, if he had recognized you, why wouldn’t he bring it up?

If it were anyone but Rohan Kishibe, you might have had more lenience, but you weren't willing to put anything past the man you’d grown to despise.

“You said you worked with smaller mangaka,” he continued, his tone light but probing. “You must have an eye for detail. It’s no wonder Kujo hand-selected you, must have thought you’d be useful for this case.”

The casual banter made Jotaro’s brow twitch, though he said nothing. You felt trapped between them, caught in this strange and unspoken crossfire of disdain.

“I just do my job,” you said curtly, hoping to steer the conversation back on track.

Rohan chuckled softly. “Humble. I like that. Though, you must find it strange- working with someone like me.”

Your stomach flipped. The way he spoke felt pointed, as if he were daring you to acknowledge the unspoken.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said carefully, your voice steady despite the panic creeping up your spine. Fine then. If he was going to dance around it, why shouldn’t you? At absolute best, he truly hadn’t recognized you, and he was still treating you like some puny little plaything, just here to amuse him with your reactions.

“No?” Rohan tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “How fascinating. You don’t seem the type to overlook details.” 

Jotaro let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Kishibe,” he said, his voice coiled with irritation. “Stop wasting time.”

“I’m not wasting time,” Rohan said innocently, though the glint in his eye suggested otherwise. He turned back to you, his smirk softening. “I’m just trying to make her feel comfortable. Isn’t that what good artists do?”

Your jaw clenched for what felt like the hundredth time, and you forced yourself to look away, fixing your gaze on the table in front of you.

“You've got enough detail to wrap up the damn sketch. Let’s move on,” Jotaro said sharply, his patience clearly wearing thin as he came to your rescue.

“Fine,” Rohan said with a theatrical sigh, leaning back in his seat while flashing the detective a pouting frown. “But don’t say I didn’t try to make this more enjoyable.”

The rest of the so-called interview was a blur. Jotaro asked a series of questions about Kira—about his clothing, the way he shook your hand, his mannerisms—anything that might be useful for their investigation. You answered as best you could, though your mind was still reeling from Rohan’s earlier comments.

That being said, something still felt… off, like the fact you hadn’t actually given them anything of value. Or the fact that Jotaro's questions seemed to take just a few minutes. Or the fact that Rohan hadn’t even asked you to verify the accuracy of the sketch.

Before you could dwell on it further, Jotaro stood, his imposing frame casting a shadow across the room. “Thank you for your time,” he said, his voice brisk.

You nodded, relieved to be leaving. Before you could make your way to the door, however, Rohan stood with his usual 'look at me' attitude.

“I’ll walk her out,” he said casually, in a tone you wouldn't have second-guessed from anyone else.

You hesitated, glancing at Jotaro, who frowned slightly upon noticing your expression. “Rohan, I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Relax Kujo. I’m not an idiot. Besides, it’s the least I can do,” He added, his tone light but insistent.

There was no question in his voice, no space for refusal. He didn’t look at you as he spoke, brushing past with an air of indifference that only made you more uneasy. With no polite way to refuse, you nodded, heart sinking as he gestured for you to follow him. 

You swallowed hard, suppressing the urge to argue. Instead, you gave a polite nod, keeping your expression neutral as you fell into step beside him. His presence was commanding, the kind of energy that seemed to shrink the hallway around him, even if he wasn’t saying a word.

As you continued further into the hall, Rohan fell into step beside you, his presence unnervingly close.

When he chose to speak again, his tone of voice surprised you, now absurdly casual instead of biting. “Hope you don’t mind, I just wanted an excuse to get away from that dreadful room.”

You didn't reply. He worked here; you didn't give a shit how comfortable it was for him. 

“But alas,” he persisted with a sigh. “Duty calls. Just need a change of scenery to keep me sane, you know?” 

“Sure.” You nodded, coming to a stop at the elevator doors as you extended your hand to press the button. Thankfully, he got the hint this time.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting in silence—juxtaposed by Rohan leaning against the wall dramatically—the faint ring of a bell snapped your attention.

The elevator doors slid open, and you wasted no time stepping inside, choosing to stand near the back corner. Annoyingly, Rohan followed, choosing again to lean lazily against the wall opposite you, arms crossed over his chest. He seemed relaxed, almost bored, but there was something sharp in his gaze, something calculating.

The doors closed with a soft chime before you could voice any objections, and the elevator hummed to life, beginning its slow descent as your stomach dropped with it.

The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until Rohan finally snapped.

“So,” he began, his tone light, conversational, the floors ticking by painfully slow. “You never really answered my question. What other kinds of work do you do? Or is designing boring business cards and derivative manga covers your specialty?”

The jab landed squarely, and you stiffened, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. He was watching you, his expression unreadable but distinctly amused.

“I freelance,” you replied dryly, you just had to make it through this decent, and then you were free to go. Perhaps you could bore him into silence. “Covers, layouts, branding—whatever pays the bills.”

He hummed thoughtfully, tilting his head. “Freelance can be brutal. It must be hard to find consistent work. Or do you mostly cater to small-time authors?”

Your jaw tightened, but you forced yourself to remain neutral, it wasn’t like he knew that he knew you. “It depends on the project. I’ve worked with a variety of clients.”

Rohan’s lips quirked upward. “A variety, you say? And yet, you don’t seem to recognize me.”

You felt like you’d been shot.

He was testing you. You could feel it in the way his words hung in the air, in the way his eyes gleamed with power.

“I’m sorry,” you said, feigning ignorance. “Should I?”

Rohan chuckled, the sound low and far too amused for your liking. “You know, it’s funny,” he said, straightening from his slouched position. “You’ve worked with smaller mangaka, but you have no clue who I am?”

So he just wanted recognition then? From someone who should have known him???

Before you could respond, however, he reached forward and smacked the red stop button on the panel. The car jolted to a halt, the hum of motion replaced by silence as you stumbled to find your footing.

Your breath hitched. “What are you doing?”

He turned to face you fully, arms still crossed, his expression smug. “I just thought we could take a moment to clear the air.”

“Clear the air about what?” you practically shouted, your voice sharper than you intended.

He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “You’re playing coy. I don’t dislike that, but let’s not pretend.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He laughed, the sound rich with mockery. “Oh, come on. You send me emails—lengthy, passionate emails—full of thinly veiled contempt. You’ve practically made a second career out of critiquing my artistic choices. And now you want me to believe you don’t know who I am?”

Your mouth went dry.

“I… I work with a lot of people,” you stammered, the words hollow even to your own ears.

His grin turned predatory. “Of course you do. But tell me, how many of them have the name Rohan Kishibe written at the top of their contracts?”

You flinched, your composure beginning to crack under his scrutiny. He leaned closer, voice dropping to a near whisper.

“Every time you hit send on one of those delightful little emails, you see my name. I know you know exactly who I am.”

Your hands curled into fists at your sides. “I didn’t think it was my place to say anything,” you admitted, the words clipped, escaping your mouth faster than intended.

“Oh, how noble of you,” he said, sarcasm dripping from every syllable. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know I was here, hm? Surely you had to have known we shared a town, or are you so wrapped up in your work that you don’t spend any time in Morioh?”

“I didn’t want to make things awkward,” you shot back, your frustration finally breaking through.

Rohan’s smile widened, his eyes glinting with something that made your skin crawl. “Awkward? Or were you afraid of what I might say?”

The elevator suddenly felt far too small, the air too thick. You forced yourself to hold his gaze, even as every instinct screamed at you to look away.

“Maybe I just didn’t want to bother you,” you spat. “You seem like a busy man. Hm? Balancing your job as an artist with what- police volunteer work?”

He laughed again, the sound sharp and biting. “Oh, I’m always busy. But for someone as outspoken against me as you are in writing, you were surprisingly quiet in person.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, willing yourself to stay calm. “Is there a point to this?”

His grin faltered for just a fraction of a second, his expression flickering with something almost imperceptible. Annoyance? Disappointment? Whatever it was, it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his usual practiced indifference.

“The point,” he said, leaning back against the wall, “is that I don’t like being underestimated. And I certainly don’t like being ignored.”

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in his tone.

“You weren’t ignored,” you said, your voice quieter now. “I just… didn’t think it mattered.”

He tilted his head, studying you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. “It mattered,” he said simply.

The silence that followed was heavy, loaded with unspoken tension. You wanted to say something, anything, to break it, but you had nothing left to say to the man. He could talk himself to hell, for all you cared.

After a long moment, Rohan sighed dramatically, reaching out to press the button to restart the elevator. The car jolted back to life, resuming its descent.

“Well,” he said, his tone light again. “This has been enlightening.”

You didn’t respond, your mind racing once the elevator doors finally opened to the lobby.

“After you,” Rohan said, gesturing for you to exit.

You stepped out, your legs feeling unsteady as you took a second to compose yourself. After a moment, you glanced back to see him watching with that same infuriating grin.

“Good luck with this week's drafts,” he said, his voice dripping with mock sincerity, arms crossed once again. “I look forward to your feedback.”

And with that, the doors closed slowly as he held his gaze; out of sheer stubbornness, you stared him down in return.

Was that supposed to be some form of intimidation? Or had Rohan found some form of sadistic satisfaction in leaving you in the lobby like this, equal parts confused, annoyed, and unnerved?

Whatever his reasoning might have been, it confirmed every single negative thought you'd ever had towards the man. Fuck him, you thought, baffled by the encounter all together. Honestly, the walk home felt like a daze itself, leaving you more confused than you had been on the trip over.

One thing was certain, however: if this was a game to Rohan, you sure as hell weren't about to let him win that easy. Besides, your contract clearly outlined another six months of payroll benefits. If he terminated it, you'd be rolling in money with no worries or complaints. But if you chose to end the agreement...

Fine, it was mostly because you depended on him. There was something nice about not living paycheck to paycheck, even if it meant putting up with the occasional jab or insult.

But was it really worth whatever that was?

[optional read: rohan pov]

Rohan Kishibe prided himself on being a man of precision and discipline; his craft demanded it, after all. He could spend hours—days, even—perfecting a single panel of his manga without once questioning his own judgment. Not that he needed to, of course. He also found satisfaction in the consistency of his work; that is to say, he could churn out projects like it was nothing… Yet now, as he sat at his desk, pen hovering over a blank page, his mind refused to focus. Instead, it spiraled relentlessly, replaying the events of the day and the memories he’d sifted through with Heaven’s Door.

Guilt wasn’t an emotion Rohan often entertained. It served no purpose, a distraction at best and a hindrance at worst. But as he thought about what he’d done—about how much he had seen—a strange tightness settled in his chest. It wasn’t that he regretted using Heaven’s Door; it had been necessary for the Kira investigation. No, what gnawed at him was the sheer depth of what he’d uncovered.

He had been efficient at first, methodical, filtering through her memories for anything useful about Kira. But then, inevitably, his curiosity had gotten the better of him. He had ventured deeper, into places he had no right to go, uncovering thoughts and feelings that were as private as they were unexpected.

Her thoughts about Jotaro, for instance.

Rohan scowled, his grip on the pen tightening. He hadn’t meant to linger there, but the way she thought about the man had been so vivid, so annoyingly warm. Admiration was one thing, but the subtle attraction she felt for a stranger had grated on him in a way he couldn’t quite understand.

Why did it bother him so much?

Jotaro Kujo was… Jotaro Kujo. Intimidating, stoic, perpetually grim. Hardly the kind of person who inspired affection. And yet, she had looked at him with admiration, even a hint of longing. Rohan had practically heard the unspoken 'what ifs' in her mind, and they’d clung to him like burrs ever since.

It wasn’t jealousy. It couldn’t be. Rohan Kishibe was above such petty emotions.

And yet…

He stood abruptly, pushing away from his desk. Crossing the room, he stared out the window at Morioh’s quiet streets, his reflection faintly visible in the glass. He didn’t like being ignored. That much he knew about himself. Whether it was his work, his reputation, or his presence in someone’s life, Rohan demanded acknowledgment. He thrived on it.

But she had ignored him.

Well, not entirely. She had recognized him, yes, but she hadn’t approached him. She hadn’t fawned over him, hadn’t stammered or blushed or tried to impress him like so many others did. Instead, she had decided he wasn’t worth her time.

Rohan’s lips pressed into a thin line. He couldn’t shake the irritation—and the hurt—that came with that realization. She didn’t like him. It wasn’t just indifference; it was outright disdain. He had seen it in her thoughts, in the biting way she described him in her head. Arrogant. Pretentious. Difficult to work with.

It wasn’t as though he hadn’t heard similar criticisms before. But hearing them from her—seeing them spelled out so clearly in her mind—felt different.

And then there was the other part. The part that made his stomach twist uncomfortably whenever he thought about it. The part he didn't even want to name.

It had been a passing thought, buried under layers of annoyance and frustration, but it had been there. He’d seen it, clear as day, and it had ignited something within him that he was now struggling to suppress.

Why did he care so much about what she thought of him? 

Rohan dragged a hand through his hair, letting out an irritated sigh. 

It wasn’t intentional, of course. He hadn’t planned to let her torment him in this way. But there was something about her that intrigued him, perhaps the way she stayed unflinchingly professional, even when she had every reason not to be. And she hated him.

Fuck.

He needed her to like him. Needed her to fawn over him like everyone else did. 

The realization hit him like a punch to the gut, leaving him reeling. Rohan Kishibe, a man who had always valued his independence, now found himself caring far too much about the opinion of someone who thought he was an insufferable jerk.

The guilt returned, heavier this time. She didn’t know how much he had seen. She didn’t know the full extent of how he had violated her thoughts.

Should he tell her?

The idea made his stomach churn. It wasn't something he could even consider. What would he say? Hello, I just wanted you to know that I read your mind and discovered all your innermost thoughts. Also, I’m sorry for being a bit of an ass about it.

No. That wouldn’t work. She’d never forgive him.

But could he really move forward without saying anything?

Rohan sighed again, pacing back to his desk. He needed her to keep working with him. More than that, he needed her to see him as more than just the arrogant artist she so clearly despised.

The problem was, he didn’t know how to bridge that gap. His usual charm—if it could even be called that—had little effect on her. If anything, his teasing seemed to irritate her. He hadn't cared at all a mere twelve hours ago, so why was it so important now?

He had to do something, though.

Sitting down, he grabbed his keyboard and opened his email. His fingers hovered over the keys for a moment before he began typing, the words coming slowly at first, then faster as he found a satisfactory rhythm.

Subject: Upcoming Cover Design Rohan Kishibe: 10:26 AM I hope this email finds you well. I wanted to touch base regarding the progress on the cover for the upcoming volume. While your initial concepts are strong, I’d like to see a version that incorporates more dynamic elements—perhaps something that better captures the intensity of the narrative. Additionally, your attention to detail is always appreciated. I trust you’ll bring your usual level of creativity to this project. Let me know if you have any questions. Rohan Kishibe

He stared at the email for far too long before hitting send. It was professional, as always, but he’d chosen his words carefully this time, softening his tone just enough to leave room for interpretation.

It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

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a/n: if you’re reading this, i have already written the scene where heavens door is used… teeheehee. i definitely want to keep it vague for now but 😃 holy moly it’s very fun. if only you had those memories mwahahaha

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Sleepover - Rohan Kishibe x Reader

[Content: SFW, fluff, gender neutral Y/N, warning for description of nightmares/night terrors, fear, and Kira being creepy]

[Word count: 2.7k]

How did I end up here? Standing on a mangaka's porch in the middle of the night?

You had lived in Morioh for your entire life - content with your peaceful, albeit lonely, routine. You found it surprisingly difficult to make friends in the small town, spending most of your time reading and drawing on your own instead. That is, until a year ago, when you crossed paths with a peculiar cast of characters and your life changed. You had recognized a few of the boys - Josuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi - since they attended school nearby and frequented many of the same shops and restaurants as you. However, your interest in the group spiked when you began hearing mutters of a killer on the loose, and strange beings known as "Stands" that held powers beyond your imagination. After running into the boys so many times, it began to feel as though fate was bringing you together somehow. One day you mustered the courage to start a conversation and managed to befriend the rowdy teens. From there you became part of the group, helping out however you could despite your lack of a Stand. As a result you also became familiar with Jotaro Kujo, a stoic man visiting Morioh to investigate the Stand Users, and Rohan Kishibe, a stubborn mangaka, each possessing Stands of their own and aiding in the mission.

From the start you couldn't help but find yourself drawn to Rohan, not only admiring his abilities but also seemingly tolerating his bold personality more than the rest of the group. Though you could admit he was a prick sometimes, you longed to get to know him even just a little more and felt comfortable around him nonetheless.

Now you were at Rohan's doorstep at 3am on a cold fall night, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself as you hoped that he heard your knocking. Ever since the fateful battle with Yoshikage Kira, you found yourself plagued with nightmares and a general nervousness about the town. It was as though Kira's evil spirit itself was haunting you. Tonight your nightmares were worse than usual, waking you terrified with no chance of falling back asleep. You hurried to the one person who was guaranteed to be awake at this hour - Rohan. Glancing nervously around the dark, you shuddered at the thought of some twisted Stand User leaping out of the darkness to torment you like Kira did to so many others. You knocked again, this time more frantic. Just as your mind began playing tricks on you in the darkness, Rohan opened the door. You leapt through the doorway, nearly into his arms, and he stepped back in surprise with an annoyed look.

"There must be a slumber party at my place tonight, did I miss the memo? Seriously, what are you doing, Y/N." He crossed his arms.

"I-I'm sorry, Rohan! It's just… I had a nightmare…"

"And you came here why?" Rohan stared at you skeptically.

"I thought… Maybe you would be able to help make sense of these dreams… You're into scary paranormal stuff, right?"

"Scary paranormal stuff. Right." He rolled his eyes. "Look, just close the door and come in." He sighed and started walking through his lavish living room and toward the kitchen. "Let's just sit down and chat." You followed carefully behind Rohan; All the lights were off due to the late hour. You had been here a few times before with the others but the mansion still never failed to impress you. You felt a brief wave of pity for Rohan, wondering if it ever got lonely living alone in such a big house.

At last you arrived at the kitchen, Rohan motioning for you to sit down at a candle-lit dining table. His sketchbook sat open in the flickering light - he must have been drawing before you arrived. He sat across from you, the warm light illuminating his face. He leaned down, resting his elbow on the table and his chin on his hand.

"So, tell me about these nightmares."

You did your best to describe the dreams, starting vaguely in worry that Rohan might not take you seriously. However, as you went on his expression changed to one of concern, inviting you to open up. You told him all about the horrors you faced at the hands of the Stand User in your dreams, the sleepless nights and the anxiety that washed over you as the sun set on Morioh each day. You stopped and sat in silence, shaken up by the mere memory of your nightmares. You fidgeted your hands nervously on the tabletop, before glancing up and meeting Rohan's deep green eyes. The candlelight made them shine brilliantly, and you couldn't help but get lost in them. You wondered what was going on in Rohan's mind as he stared into your soul. After a long moment you snapped out of it, averting your gaze and blushing.

"Stay here for the night." Rohan spoke firmly. "We can't have you running off in the middle of the night again. We have to get this fear out of you." You were shocked at his willingness to help you and ever-so-slightly excited. Rohan continued. "Your fear isn't irrational per say. We all remember what Yoshikage Kira did. But it's been a year since then and this paranoia can't go on. Maybe it'll help to get some rest knowing there's a Stand user in the house." He stood. "I'm going to make tea. If you want some, you can."

You watched as he swiftly brewed a small pot of tea, mesmerized by the way his body moved in the dim light. He was wearing a much more casual outfit than you were used to seeing, though it still reflected his extravagant fashion sense.

You wondered how many times he had done this, brewing tea for himself at some late hour to fuel his nighttime drawing sessions. Had he ever wished he had someone to share it with?

Rohan set two elegant teacups on the table and poured out some for each of you. "This will help you relax."

You waited for him to sit back down before taking a sip and sighing.

"This is the best tea I've ever had! Thank you, Rohan… Really…"

Rohan smirked. "It's just tea, nothing special." You were tempted to tell him it was special just for the fact he made it. However, you held back. You finished your tea quickly and Rohan set the dishes aside. "You should get to bed. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes."

You felt ever-so-slightly self conscious. "Where do you want me to sleep? I can take the couch if you'd like-"

"No, no. There's guest bedrooms upstairs. Let me show you the way."

You followed Rohan, hoping to finally enjoy a restful sleep. He opened a door just up the stairs and flicked on the light.

"Go on. Now get some sleep. My bedroom is right next door if you need to know where the bathroom is or something." You thanked him and he closed the door, leaving you alone. The room was decorated plainly yet elegantly, and the bed was made perfectly as though no one had ever slept in it. Maybe they hadn't. You shut off the light and plopped down on the mattress.

It's even softer than I expected!

Rohan was right - you must have really needed to catch up on rest. And you did feel safer knowing he was right next door. You fell asleep the moment your head hit the pillows.

…

Darkness.

A path lit only by flickering yellow streetlights.

Walking past rows of identical townhouses. This is Morioh.

Your footsteps echoing through the night.

Why are you here?

Footsteps that are not your own.

Running.

Faster footsteps. He's behind you.

Hands grabbing you from behind. Holding you back.

Can't turn around but you know who is there.

The figure of a creature emerging from the darkness ahead. A Stand.

Piercing pink eyes tearing into your soul. Gloved hands reaching out for you.

Kicking, screaming to no avail, screaming for Rohan. Help me, Rohan! He's got me!

He's a Killer Queen

Gunpowder, gelatine

Dynamite with a laser beam

Guaranteed to blow your mind.

…

"Y/N! Y/N, stop! You need to wake up!"

You finally came to, Rohan struggling to hold you still with a frustrated expression. You were kicking and screaming and begging Kira to let you go. You gradually processed what was happening and burst into tears, giving in and clinging to Rohan desperately. He was silent and still for a moment, before hesitantly resting his arms around you. You buried your face in his chest and gripped his back, not caring if he pushed you away and scolded you. However, Rohan stayed still and silent, taken aback by the sudden contact. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, searching for the right words.

"Just… breathe. You're safe, I promise." Your sobs gradually grew more sparse and eventually stopped altogether. You looked up at Rohan, your face hot and tear-stained. Something in his expression changed as he looked down at you.

Without a word he got up, grabbing your hand and guiding you off the bed and to your feet.

"Come to my room. Let me help you." You rubbed your eyes and followed him out of the room and into his own, looking over your shoulder into the darkness of the house every so often. You could just make out the shape of Rohan's bed in the darkness. He sat down near the pillows and patted the spot in front of him. Once you joined him, he reached out and put his hands on your trembling shoulders.

"I didn't want to have to jump to this, but let me use my Stand to help you. Heaven's Door can erase all of this." You shuddered. You were present when Rohan used his Stand in the past - a clever yet invasive power. He had noticed how much it intimidated you and avoided using it on you until now. You gulped.

"It will only take a moment, and when you open your eyes everything will be okay."

You scooted closer to Rohan and nodded, closing your eyes. He focused his gaze on you and whispered.

"Heaven's Door!"

Your consciousness faded as Rohan laid you down and opened your mind like a book. You felt… vulnerable. But at this point you didn't mind. As long as you were in Rohan's hands, everything was okay.

It felt like only an instant passed before you opened your eyes. Your mind felt unexplainably clearer. You looked up at Rohan, who was sitting beside you, his legs hanging off the side of the bed.

"...I made some edits. I didn't completely wipe your memory of the dreams - I didn't want you waking up wondering how you ended up in my bed. That would've been a pain to explain. But you won't be having any more. Okay?"

You nodded, relieved. It was as though your fear was erased - literally.

Rohan gazed off into the darkness for a long moment.

"...Why are you so intrigued by me?"

In your panic you had completely forgotten that Heaven's Door allowed Rohan to read all of your thoughts - and you had no doubt he did some snooping. You hesitated to answer. There was just something about Rohan - his attitude, his outfits, his talent, the way he directed his dry jokes at you when you were with the others because he seemed to know you'd get it the most. You knew there was more to him than the cold front he put up in public, and you wanted to find it. And you had to admit, he was attractive…

"Heh. I guess I didn't have to ask. I bet right now you're thinking of the very things I already saw." You scrambled for an excuse before Rohan reached down and turned your chin toward him. You blushed hard and stared into his eyes, their emerald hue just visible in the dark. He leaned down close.

"This is what you imagined I would do when we were in the kitchen, is it not?"

He so knew what he was doing to you, though he kept his poker face all the while. You couldn't deny you liked it deep down.

"Tell me." Rohan whispered firmly. You turned, facing away from him in embarrassment. You felt him lean over you, his face mere inches from yours.

"Your silence speaks volumes."

He pulled back and laid down on the other side of the large bed. Your heart raced as you debated whether to turn over and try to explain yourself or leave him be. You decided not to dig yourself into an even bigger hole, closing your eyes and focusing on getting back to sleep instead.

Just as you began to drift off, you felt a weight shift on the bed behind you, followed by a firm chest on your back and arms wrapping carefully around your body. You opened your eyes, wondering if you were dreaming.

"What are you doing, Rohan?" You mumbled tiredly.

The man was silent at first before leaning close to your ear. You could feel his warm breath on your neck - an indescribable sensation shooting down your body. You gasped quietly.

"I'm just going to protect you for the night. Don't get too excited." Rohan snuggled closer, spooning your whole body in his. "Besides, you wanted to be closer to me, right? Well now you are." He whispered smugly, a teasing tone in his voice.

You closed your eyes, taking in the feeling of Rohan's tall, slim body against yours.

You broke the silence. "There's just… Always been something that made me want to be special to you…"

Rohan was silent for a moment.

"You are special to me."

Your heart fluttered as you took in his words. Deep down you hoped he would say more, but he held back. Stubborn as always.

"...Goodnight, Y/N."

You fell asleep to the feeling of Rohan's hands running soothingly along your side, and up and down your arms. You had no dreams that night.

When you woke you were alone in the bed. You could hear the faint sound of dishes clinking in the kitchen downstairs. Rohan must have gotten up before you (unsurprisingly, the guy seemed to never sleep.) You laid there for a moment, enjoying the warm sunlight pouring through the windows and the lingering smell of Rohan's expensive cologne in the air. For a moment you had to ask yourself if last night was a dream. You sat up, realizing you hadn't brought a change of clothes.

Your eyes settled on Rohan's closet.

You opened the tall sliding doors to reveal a walk-in closet packed with designer clothes. You scanned through the shelves - some outfits you easily recognized, others you had never seen him wear at all. You settled on a comfy white sweater and pants to match. His clothes were ridiculously baggy on you due to your height difference, but they were certainly comfortable.

You headed downstairs to find Rohan finishing breakfast, two plates waiting on the table. He glanced up at the sound of your footsteps and his eyes widened.

"W-Where did you get those!?" You couldn't help but giggle at his surprised expression.

"I forgot to bring a change of clothes, I hoped you wouldn't mind," you said in a sweet but teasing tone. Rohan crossed his arms.

"Fine. Just sit down, your food is going to get cold." You swore you heard him mumble: "You're lucky you're cute."

A tense silence filled the room as you ate. How could you have gotten so up close and personal last night but feel so awkward now? Every once in a while Rohan stole a quick glance at you and your outfit; he must have thought you didn't notice but you most certainly did.

Finishing your food, you looked up at Rohan. "Thank you for helping me last night. Really. I slept better than I have in… Well… at least a year." Rohan kept his eyes on his plate, but you couldn't help but catch a blush cross his face.

"...Don't mention it."

…

Josuke and Okuyasu walked casually down the road as they headed home from school. Okuyasu perked up. "Hey, aren't we about to pass Rohan's house? I wonder what he's been up to."

Josuke frowned. "Oh yeah, you're right." I'd rather not know honestly... He quickened his steps before Okuyasu put a hand on his shoulder.

"Oi, Josuke! Isn't that Y/N over there?" Josuke looked up, spotting you walking home from Rohan's house.

Okuyasu squinted. "Since when did Y/N dress so fancy! Wait... Don't those clothes look familiar…?"

The two slowly turned to each other.

[icollectyoursins]

Rohan x Reader NSFW

“Hi there! Can I get Rohan 42. NSFW with light teasing?”

Prompt 42: “Truth or dare?”

Tried to keep this short and sweet!

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WARNINGS: Teasing, sitting on laps, spanking, licking, hickies, rubbing genitals with fingers. 

Word Counts: 775

     You and Rohan sat on either side of the table, staring at each other intensely. You were playing a game he had made up to make things a “little more interesting” with your relationship. It wasn’t your favourite idea of a fun time, but it certainly leads to some more scandalous situations.

     It was his turn to ask something and he was taking his sweet, sweet time mulling his idea over. Finally, he broke the unintentional staring contest, smiling slyly with his eyes closed. 

     “(Y/N), my dear.” He hummed. “Truth or dare?”

     The look he was giving you now made you shiver. You were about to say ‘truth’, but the more curious part of you took over. “Dare.”

     Rohan chuckled darkly, leaning onto the table. “Good. I was hoping you would say that. First, come here.” He sat back, patting his leg. Your face grew hot. A little more nervous than you wanted, you walked over, staring at his lap. “Come on, you know what to do.”

     With a sigh, you sat on him sideways, wrapping your arms around his neck. He felt so warm pressed up against you. His bright green eyes sparkled up at you, full of some kind of admiration or was it lust? Both?

     “No, that’s not what I meant. Try again.” He shoved you off his lap gently, turning you towards him, then he waited. You were a bit shocked, but complied, straddling his lap. He hummed in appreciation, running his hands along up your thighs. 

     “Is this the dare?” You asked, a little disappointed. He chuckled again.

     “Someone’s eager.” He slid his hands to your ass, gripping it gently. “I dare you to not move.” 

     You stared at him perplexed then laughed. He sighed, closing his eyes. Then, he punished you. The sound of his palm smacking your ass echoed throughout the room as well as the shocked yelp that came out of your mouth. You stared down at him, startled.

     “Try again.” 

     Oh, so he was serious. He was going to make this hard for you, isn’t he? You gave him a curt nod, hoping he wouldn’t count that as moving. He didn’t make a move to smack you again, thank god, but he kneaded into your sore ass. Then, he let his other hand drift, trailing along the dip in your back. You had to dig into his shoulders to keep from shivering but to no avail. Your whole body shook and his hand came down onto your ass again. 

     “Again.”

     Rohan’s hand returned to your ass and the process started again. You tried to stay still while one of his hands wandered up to your chest, groping you. His fingers traced over your nipples through your shirt. Green eyes flicked up to you as you inhaled sharply, watching your reaction. You did your best to stay still, biting your lip to keep from moaning. 

     Testing you further, he slipped his hand under your shirt, pinching your nipple this time, lightly tweaking it. The more he teased your chest, the harder it was to keep your cool. With a coy smile, he leaned in, not even trying to hide the deep inhale he made when he smelled you. Then, he licked a delicate stripe up your neck. This time you couldn’t help it.

     Your whole body shook, instinctively leaning into his touch. As quickly as it started, he pulled back, clapping his hand against your ass again. It was harder this time, a clear sign that he was disappointed. You whimpered, dropping your head. He wrapped his arms under your thighs, lifting you up onto the table while he stood up between your legs.

     The artist’s fingers were immediately on your lower regions, lightly trailing up and down as he pushed you onto your back. Your knees were up, leaving him a full view of you. Thank god you had clothes on. Although, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad right now. 

     “Again.” Rohan’s voice rang out while he pressed his fingers into your clothed genitals. 

     A sigh fell from your lips while his teasing got more rigorous. He leaned over you, placing his free hand next to your head while his came closer to yours, licking another stripe up your neck. A whine scratched its way out of the back of your throat as his lips wrapped around a sensitive spot, sucking a red mark into it. Your fingernails dug into your palm and you bit your lip while trying to obey him. 

     He was onto his second mark now, slowly undoing your bottoms to get to his prize. Suddenly, he pulled away. 

     “It’s your turn, my dear.” 

[sslow-dancer]

“Be Quiet.” (Rohan Kishibe x Fem Reader)

Warnings: dubcon, degradation/humiliation, fingering, edging, slight spanking, slapping, nsfw

tags: fxm, rohan kishibe x fem reader, dom!rohan x sub!reader, nsfw, smut

Description: When you accidentally disrupt Rohan’s train of thought when drawing his latest manga, he has his own ways of punishing you for doing so.

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It had been over a month since you and Rohan last got intimate. Ever since he released his newest manga, he’s choosen to spew out new chapters and volumes left and right like no other mangaka has instead of paying attention to you or really anyone who comes by the Kishibe house.

With all this information, it honestly made you very upset. You were never really the clingy type prior and after dating Rohan, but with all that’s been going on in and outside the home, you couldn’t help but mourn him even though he was in the office right next to your room.

When free, you’d do your best to take him out to dinner or have him hang out with friends like Josuke and Koichi (though of course he’d automatically refuse if Josuke is even slightly mentioned of coming to your hangout). Either way, it didn’t work. You knew he could be the cold type but hearing him repeatedly say no over and over again for weeks finally made you completely hopeless.

It’s now present time, you lie in your bed silently humming to a tune while reading a book. Rohan is of course in his office drawing up god knows what chapter he’s on. You yawn at the thought of taking a nap. You rub at your eyes as you place your book on the nightstand, sighing as you look at the time. He should be coming to bed by now, you think.

You go to remove your shirt, leaving you in a soft pink nightgown with pink shorts under. You have only been sleeping in this gown for a short while, a small voice in the back of your mind telling you to wear it to impress Rohan and possibly make him have other thoughts. Though you’re not sure yourself if pink and small frills is his thing, you wore it anyway to see if anything would or will happen.

You walk over to Rohan’s office, silently opening the door to see what he was doing.

“Rohannie...” you call out in a sweet voice, closing the door behind you. You were probably the only person in the world that was allowed to call your boyfriend that (though he did briefly mention that an old friend of his called him that back in the day).

Rohan looks up from his desk, keeping his face turned away from you. He sighs putting down his pen,

“Be quiet.”

You frown, placing your hands behind your back.

“Did you even knock? Did I allow you to come in?”

You’re taken aback by his sterness, you answer anyway,

“No I just thought-“

“You, “I just thoughtt”, what?”

He’s turned his chair; facing you now and clearly mocking your words and tone. You purse your lips, turning to exit back to your room. You yelp when you feel a hand aggressively pull you back from your wrist, their grip strong. It was Rohan’s hand, you hear the words “Heaven’s Door” before blacking out.

~ Time Skip ~

You wake up, the only thing in sight being the wooden ceilings of your home. You were on the floor, your gown bunched up to your chest and shorts slightly rising up your abdomen.

You couldn’t remember what had happened before you ended up here. You rub at your temple as you try to remember until your thoughts are disrupted by a pair of familiar hands on both sides of your waist. Before you even have time to fully react, you feel your ass resting on Rohan’s lap, his breath ghosting over your face as he goes to rub at your inner thigh.

You moan, your touch depriveness slowly wanting to leave your body. You close your eyes as he moves closer to your sex. Rohan hums, his lips forming into a smirk once he turns his soft rubbing to full on spanking. You gasp at this, immediately opening your eyes to wiggle against him; to let him know you didn’t like this. He only chuckles, keeping a firm grip on your thigh and placing his other hand on your face, caressing your cheek lightly as he speaks,

“Not fun being ripped away from your thoughts, huh? Well, don’t think I’ll stop my actions for you, you dumb slut. I’ll stop when I’m satisfied.” he glides his thumb across your lips, keeping his pointer under your chin. He smirks once again, slapping you across the face.

You squeal, raising your hands up to push him away. He prevents you from doing this by grinding his hardness against you, using your desperateness as a manipulative tactic to not let you get away. You miserably fall for this, resting your arms over his shoulders as you feel your wetness seep through your panties as he continues to make you grind into him.

“Huh...you really are naive. You’re being forced to stay here with me but instead of fighting back, you stay anyway because you don’t want to be alone and haven’t been touched like this by me in weeks. You do anything when you’re desperate, I guess my stand never does lie.”

You ignore his words, wanting him to continue his dry thrusting. He goes on,

“You’re so stupid, you look stupid. Look it here,” he pulls down your gown, revealing your breasts, your nipples hardening as they meet the cool air. He grabs at one, aggressively perking up your nipple with his pointer and middle finger, he looks up at you with hungry eyes, “you’re always flaunting them. Secretely wanting all the guys and girls in all of Morioh to look at them. Quick thinking you only do it for me, you do it for everyone. You’re a whore to everyone and anyone.”

“Stop it, Rohan!”

“For the second time, I’ll stop when I want to!”

Rohan pulls your back against his chest, ripping way the middle of your gown with ease so he can get easier access towards your breasts. He gropes at them harshly as he forcefully puts his lips over yours, preventing you from breathing normally. You mumble loudly, he groans in frustration,

“I should’ve written for you to cooperate. Though I’m too lazy to do that now...I guess I’ll just have to make you like it.” he says as he bites your lip to shush your mumbling. You gasp for air once he finally lets go.

While you to try to collect yourself, he bunches up your panties and shorts to the side and inserts two of his fingers inside you. You whimper at the sudden fullness of your sex. Your fluids already embarrassingly pooling down the base of his fingers. Rohan laughs,

“So you do like it, huh? Already so wet for me even before I even touched you. Let’s see how long I can torture you before you cum. So pathetic...”

He inserts a third finger, your legs shaking more than they ever have now. You do your best to balance yourself over his lap by putting both hands on the handles of his chair. God forbid what’d he do if you collapsed against him.

He begins to pump his fingers in and out of you. You blush at the lewd sounds coming from your pussy, progressively getting louder and wetter as he picks up his pace. You begin to feel sweat drip down from your forehead, tears collecting at your eyes as you recognize the coming of an orgasm. You plead,

“Rohan, please! Please let me cum!”

“What?”

“Please! I’ll do anything!”

“Do anything, huh?”

“Yes!”

“Then how about you learn... how not to disturb me!”

He once again slaps you across the face. You moan at the sensation the pain gives you, cumming all over his crotch area. He snakes an arm around your waist, pushing your sensitive clit down onto his hardness. You hiss at actions, resting your head against his shoulder to avoid focusing on what’s going on beanth you. He raises his fingers up to your mouth,

“Open.”

You oblige, sucking his fingers clean. He pats your jaw, laughing as he goes to poke and fiddle with your lips.

���It’s a shame you’re a little good-for-nothing whore, you look so pretty when you follow my orders.”

He pushes you off his lap, your body making a loud thud once it meets the floor. You kneel in front of him, holding your hand out to unzip his flyer, he stops you,

“Not now, I still have work to do. I can take care of it myself. Besides, those lips don’t deserve to be anywhere near my dick, anyway.”

You keep your eyes low as you pick yourself up. Your legs shaking as you open the door, you look up to see if Rohan is watching you. He isn’t. He’s back to drawing again. You sigh stepping out back to your room.

“Make sure you close the door behind you.” he calls out.

You oblige.

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A/N: Now I usually don’t write these at the end of my scenarios but holy shit! Did you guys like it? This is my first time writing dubcon and I’m kind of proud of myself. Obviously I’m still learning but I think it’s one of the best writings I’ve done in a while. Anyway, if you’re reading this know that both sfw and nsfw scenarios are still available to request! Thanks for reading x

[danddymaro]

JOJO'S Masterlist

[ Links in Blue ◍◍◍

important detail / Ratings in Pink ◍◍◍ ]

We'll go by parts order

Phantom Blood

Dio Brando

Dio Brando X Reader | of course, she likes Jonathan first. Story. Unfinished.

Battle Tendency 

Caesar Zeppeli

Never |  The reader had been taken by one of the pillar men, and she waits for Caesar to save her | Word Count: 465

Perfection | He thinks she’s prefect | 100 words

Kars 

Belonging To Me |  [ Smut ] Kars Falls for a Normal Woman.|  Word Count: 1415 

Disgraced | [ light smut / Dub-con ]  AU where Kars wins, The (Hamon user) reader is left at his mercy. | Word Count: 737

Hiding | The reader being insecure while intimate with Kars | Word count: 755  

Love | reader is human, obviously. Kars version of Fluff and love | Word count: 1024

Show me | A Stand user Interacting With Kars after he lands on earth. No romance, just an interaction |  Word count:  678

Underground Gem | He’s her weakness, and vice versa // He adores his little human. | Word Count: 1346

Santana

Beautiful | Meeting Santana and being instantly drawn to him. A situational thing. | Word Count:  657  

Wammu

First time |Their first time together | Word Count: 739

A strange Feeling | Wammu feels a strange feeling invade him as he lays with the reader | Word Count: 493  

Yours | He’s a sucker for her | Word count: 100 / Drabble

Stardust Crusaders

First encounter | SDC drabble. Her first encounter with the Crusaders | No ships

DIO

It’s Fate | During SDC. (f/n) seemed so familiar to him, he couldn’t help but feel that it was fate. Mentions of Part 1 |  word count: 1149

Hol Horse 

Coward | He is a coward

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Sleep | slight comfort. The reader finally gets some sleep. Also, We don’t like Dio here lol. | Word count: 2183

 Carry | Polnareff offers to carry the reader. Short and sweet. | Words:  484

Young and in Love |  As the title implies. Sweet, cheeky, corny, young love | Word count:  1464

Before I Go | Set during Part 5. AU Where sweet Baby Polnareff doesn’t get fucked and instead gets a happy ending, surviving Diavolo. [ Kind of, sorta angsty] | Word count:  2395

Come Back To Me |Polnareff being transformed into a child by Alessi | Word Count:  901

Thankfulness | Aftermath of the final battle with DIO. Angsty but ends well. Romance? Perhaps more friendmance?? (IDEK lol) |Word count: 2299

Kakyoin Noriyaki

A Little Thank You| He has something as  A little thanks for her concern. Nori being a tease. | Word count: 414

Your Friend | Kakyoin being transformed into a child by Alessi. sweet comfort. Genuine friendship. | word count: 1136

Diamond Is Unbreakable

Rohan Kishibe 

Stubborn | Rohan admits his feelings while almost losing his (F/n) thanks to kira and in his mind, Josuke too. Serious Jealousy |  Word count: 3451

Sweet Annoyance |The reader is brought into the world without any memories or recollection of the past, + It’s easy to assume wild shit like this wouldn’t happen to Rohan. (◍˃̶ᗜ˂̶◍)ﾉ” | Wordcount:   2735

Yoshikage Kira

Existing | He’s starting to realize that perhaps there’s much more to her than her hands. | Warning: Smut/ NSFW | Obv. A bit sick. The reader is basically kidnapped lol |Word Count: 5044

Going Out | He’d rather live his life quietly, stay out of the public eye. But she knew a way to tweak his heart. He just wants to please her. Part 2 to Existing | Word Count: 538

Golden Wind

Bruno Bucciarati

[ Doodles with Bruno nd OC ]

Smile | somewhat NSFW nothing Too crazy | Wordcount: 849

Kisses From Bruno |This is How Kisses from Bruno go // somewhat nsfw | Wordcount: 590

Loving Pet |Someone Pet play // Sub reader // somewhat SFW // Nothing crazy | Word Count: 380

Unconventional | Bruno Loving Both Leone and the reader SFW|  Word Count:   691

Abbacchio Being Overprotective of His Younger Sister |Abba Being Overprotective of his Younger sister. The ending is Bruno x Reader | Word Count:   365

Bruno Finding Out About A Secret Child With The Reader | After Part 5 // Family means so much to him |  Word Count: 1335

Diavolo

Bring Her to Me | Diavolo sending Doppio for the reader // Short and not so sweet |  Word Count:   391  

His | Possessive Diavolo // Started off as an imagine where the man is a serious kitty eater, and then, well, I just kept going! | word count: 1,114

Leone Abbacchio 

[ Fanart with OC and Abba ]

Unplanned and unexpected | Reader likes kids// wants kids// is loved by them. Abba being Abba, so kinda sulky in a way. ( poor thing needs love.) | Word count:  3688

Replay | NSFW // Abba using his stand for, Well, dirty purposes. So, he might be a little perverse here // sorry | word count: 1474

Kisses from Leone |This is How Kisses from Leone go | word count: 583

Denial |SMUT : Cockwarming / Edging // 1% fluff. // word count :  1225

Mind Your own Business | Abbacchio being Jealous, overprotective, and chasing guys away, all while still being in denial |  Word Count:   1241

Resistance | After the fight With Illuso Abbacchio can no longer hold back | Word count:  3229

Loving in His own way |Ways Abba shows his love | Word Count: 1273

Little Series W/ Leone and a child. Oh the flurr. I love the idea of this man and a little girl!!

Abbacchio Finding Out About A Secret Child With The Reader | Word Count:  3031

Returning home | The reader makes the trip back home greeted by none other than the man she’d left behind |Word Count:  1711

Playing Princess | Abba  playing princess tea party with his daughter | word count: 938

Abbacchio’s Daughter meeting Giorno | Abba’s Daughter meeting Giorno because why not. lol | word count:1422

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[melodux]

How The Great Kishibe Rohan Would Act During No Nut November

(n)sfw

Cw: Dubcon, Being drawn without permission, Inappropriate use of stands, Slight conditioning

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- He's suspicious of your intentions when you bring up the challenge to him. There's no challenge Kishibe Rohan can't overcome, so he accepts.

- The first two weeks go surprisingly well. You don't get much time for intimacy in general with how busy the two of you are, this seems to be going no differently.

- One day, while the two of you quietly work on your own projects in the same room, he exclaims he's bored.

- At first this perplexes you; Rohan always finds something to do. When he elaborates that he's bored with the challenge, you offer to stop.

- He quickly dismisses you. "We'll just have to find a way to make it interesting." He says, then returns to his work.

- You think on his words, and plan something for the next day.

- You sneak into his studio while he's busy sketching. If he notices you tiptoeing to the front of his desk, he doesn't mention it.

- Crawling on all fours, you manage to sneak your way under his desk, and between his legs. You elicit no response from him until he's completely grown hard in your mouth.

- He sighs and leans back in his chair to watch you tease him with your lips and tongue, an uninterested expression on his face.

- He lifts your chin with the end of his fountain pen, causing eye contact.

- "And this is your response to making things interesting? This won't do."

- With his hand on the back of your head, he forces his cock down to your throat, and tells you to stay there until he's finished working. It should only be a minute or so.

- Once the longest minute of your life ended, he put himself away as best he could, and pulls you to your feet. By your shirt collar, he all but drags you down to the living room

- You hear him call his stand, then black out.

- Only out for a few moments, you wake up on the couch, Rohan nowhere in sight. There's a distracting throbbing between your legs keeping you from piecing together what happened

- Oh no. Oh god. You don't know what's causing this, but you feel like you're about to cum.

- You double over and whine, desperate to try to keep you wits about you.

- Rohan's voice, from somewhere behind you asks if you're feeling the effects. You demand to know what he wrote in you.

- "Nothing terrible, just that you'll be on the brink of orgasm for an hour, and can't cum even after that." He sits on a chair across from you with a large sketchpad in his hands. He opens it. "Show me something I haven't seen before."

- The hour is hell. You're writhing, hips grinding on whatever friction they can find. All the movement and blood flow makes you shed your clothes.

- All inhibitions out the window, you begin touching yourself, so desperate for release. Rohan taunts that it won't help.

- You want to scold him, beat him with whatever you can find, call him names. But all you can muster is pleading. Begging for him to stop drawing, whining for release. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes.

- Rohan responds to none of it. His lust-filled gaze darts between his page and your exposed, vulnerable body. Occasionally he traps the end of his pen between his teeth as he watches you.

- Sixty minutes ends with you absolutely spent, sprawled over the piece of furniture.

- He closes the sketchpad, then gets up to cover you with a plush blanket. An unmistakable erection tightens his pants.

- "We'll continue this tomorrow."

- What?

- This does indeed continue for days.

- Rohan begins to take charge of your little wanton modeling sessions, ordering you in different positions, dresses you in collars, gags and ropes, even stuffs you with different toys.

- On the final day after your session, he tells you he wants to you model again on the 1st.

- You figure the challenge is over, if you needed to, you could get off yourself some time before bed. You only wished Rohan showed more of a sexual interest in all this. He's been keeping himself collected, and it felt unfair.

- On the day of your release, Rohan doesn't write your curse in you as you sit on the couch at your routine time. Yet you still fidget with arousal. You wonder if this is the effects of being edged for fifteen days?

- He sits in front of you like normal, no sketchpad in hand.

- You ask him if he's going to draw. Rohan sighs and rests his face in his hand.

- "I'll paint pictures of you in my memory. I asked you to model for me; this is only for me. Well.. getting off is for the both of us, I suppose." He nods to the duffel bag of toys next to you.

- With his permission, you attack the bag to rummage through it, finding your favorites. He watches the show you put on with the same gaze he did while drawing you.

- Once he couldn't handle it anymore, he saunters over to you to replace the toy inside you with himself.

- Rohan growls confessions of how much he's been holding off, how instead he wanted to use his stand to force you to cum for an hour straight. How he had to find some other use for his hands, lest he masturbate and lose. All while fucking you into the couch.

- The two of you take your turns manipulating each other's bodies into ecstasy well into the night. The last thing you remember is hearing give a smug chuckle when you called him an asshole, before resigning to sleep.

- The next time you go into his studio, there's a large, framed portrait of you. Though you're pictured unclothed, he draped fabric over the erotic parts of you. You found it beautiful and endearing.

- "if you're wondering why you're not naked, only I get to see you like that."

[mistabullets]

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Phantom Blood

Jonathan Joestar:

Jonathan Tag

Not SFW Jonathan HC’s

Boyband HC’s

Will Zeppeli:

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Daddy Kink

Dio Brando:

Dio Tag

BP Tag

Fem!S/O with a Mommy Kink

Battle Tendency

Joseph Joestar:

Joseph Tag

Young!Joseph Tag

S/O with a Fucked Up Sleep Schedule

Dirty Talk + Overstimulation

Boyband HC’s

With a Femdom!S/O

Caesar Zeppeli:

Caesar Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Praising + Size Kink

Lisa Lisa:

Lisa Lisa Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

Kars:

Kars Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

Stardust Crusaders

Jotaro Kujo:

Jotaro Tag

3taro Tag 

Jotaro on a Date

Dirty Talk + Being Praised

Dirty Talk + Jotakak + Body Worship

Dirty Talk + Orgasm Denial

Dirty Talk + Prostate Stimulation

Dirty Talk + Stand Fucking

Dirty Talk + Master/Slave Dynamics

Boyband HC’s

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With a Badass Fem!S/O

Confessing to Insecure Fem!S/O

Kakyoin Noriaki:

Kakyoin Tag

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With a Goth S/O

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Kakyoin Gets a MILF (Not SFW)

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Dirty Talk + Shy S/O

Dirty Talk + Jotakak + Body Worship

Dirty Talk + Orgasm Denial

Dirty Talk + Praising + Size Kink

Dirty Talk + Master/Slave Dynamics

With a Voice Actor S/O

Jean Pierre Polnareff:

Polnareff Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

D’avoir et de Tenir

Joseph Joestar:

Joseph Tag

Old!Joseph Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Being Overstimulated

Muhammad Avdol:

Avdol Tag

Dirty Talk + Temperature Play

Yandere Tarot - Devil, Empress, & Magician

Dio Brando:

Dio Tag

SDC Dio Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Size Kink

Dirty Talk + Exhibitionism

Dirty Talk + Deepthroating

Dirty Talk + Spanking

Dirty Talk + Being Overstimulated

Yandere Tarot - Lovers & Temperance

With a Badass Fem!S/O

Hol Horse:

Hol Tag

Dirty Talk + Desperation

Diamond is Unbreakable

Josuke Higashikata:

Josuke Tag

Josuke’s Wedding HC’s

Josuke With a Goth S/O

Love Kinda Guy (First Time, Not SFW)

Dirty Talk + Chubby S/O

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Being Rode + Praising

Dirty Talk + Overstimulation

Boyband HC’s

Okuyasu Nijimura:

Okuyasu Tag

Lazy Days (Not SFW w/ Chubby!Fem Reader)

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Rohan Kishibe: 

Rohan Tag

Dirty Talk + Soft

Dirty Talk + Dom/Sub Dynamics

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Orgasm Denial

Dirty Talk + Morning Sex

Dirty Talk + Chubby S/O

Dirty Talk + Teasing

Yandere Tarot - Strength

S/O with a Kinder Approach to His Methods

Yandere Tarot - Hierophant, Moon, & Lovers

Jotaro Kujo:

Jotaro Tag

4taro Tag

S/O with a Fucked Up Sleep Schedule 

With S/O Who Has a Kid

With a Short S/O

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Breeding/Hypnosis

Dirty Talk + Love Making

Dirty Talk + Praising

Dirty Talk + As a Professor

Dirty Talk + Size Kink

Dirty Talk + Morning Sex

Dirty Talk + Overstimulation

Dirty Talk + Praising a Soft Dom

Relationship w/ Jotaro HC’s

With a Flexible Fem!S/O (Not SFW)

With a Housewife S/O

Shy S/O with Praise Kink (Not SFW)

Yandere Tarot - Multiple

With a Barista Fem!S/O

Mikitaka Hazekura:

Mikitaka Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Alien Sex

Dirty Talk + Oviposition

Kira Yoshikage:

Dirty Talk + Gagged with Fingers

Dirty Talk + Anal Fingering

Golden Wind / Vento Aureo

Giorno Giovanna:

Giorno Tag

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With Stressed S/O

Seeing S/O’s Face for the First Time

Not SFW Alphabet

With a Shy Fem!S/O (SFW + Not SFW)

Dirty Talk + Shy S/O

Dirty Talk + Breeding + Size Kink

Dirty Talk + Overstimulation

Dirty Talk + Orgasm Denial

Dirty Talk + Cockwarming

The Flowers You Give (Angst Fic)

S/O Being Kidnapped + Injured

Boyband HC’s

With an Intense Crush

With a Fem!S/O w/ Daddy Issues

Yandere Tarot - Strength & Lovers

Sei Bella (Not SFW + Eating Out)

Yandere Tarot - Star

Yandere Tarot - Death, Devil, & World

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S/O with Moody Blue’s Ass (Not SFW)

Overstimulation + Body Worship (Not SFW)

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Bridal-Style Carrying HC’s

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S/O is the Boss

Not SFW Bruno HC’s

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Not SFW Alphabet

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Dirty Talk + Praising

Dirty Talk + Cucking

Dirty Talk + Being Bit

Dirty Talk + Breeding

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With an Intense Crush

Cuddling w/ Bruno HC’s

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With a Voice Actor S/O

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With a Housewife S/O

S/O with Moody Blue’s Ass (Not SFW)

Mista Guido:

Mista Tag

Not SFW Mista HC’s

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“I just ripped my pants” Scenario

First Time HC’s

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Mista Getting Caught (Not SFW)

Bridal-Style Carrying HC’s

With Ladylike S/O

With Stressed S/O

Seeing S/O’s Face for the First Time

Not SFW Alphabet

Poly!Brumis Relationship HC’s

With a Boyish!Fem S/O

His Cupcake (Not SFW, Eating Out)

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Daddy Kink

Dirty Talk + Being Overstimulated

Dirty Talk + Breath Play

Dirty Talk + Petplay

Dirty Talk + Orgasm Denial

Dirty Talk + Choking

S/O Being Kidnapped + Injured

With a Flexible Fem!S/O (Not SFW)

With an Intense Crush

Yandere Tarot - Strength

S/O with Moody Blue’s Ass (Not SFW)

Narancia Ghirga:

Narancia Tag

With Ladylike S/O

With Stressed S/O

Seeing S/O’s Face for the First Time

Dirty Talk + Praising

Dirty Talk + Soft

Dirty Talk + Teasing

Dirty Talk + Being Overstimulated

Dirty Talk + Pegging

Dirty Talk + Desperation

Yandere Tarot - Lovers, Moon, & Chariot

Going with the Flow (Not SFW)

S/O with Moody Blue’s Ass (Not SFW)

Cuddling w/ Narancia HC’s

Leone Abbacchio:

Abbacchio Tag

Poly!Bruabba Relationship HC’s

S/O is the Boss

Bridal-Style Carrying HC’s

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Being Overstimulated

Dirty Talk + Body Worship

With a Voice Actor S/O

With a Badass Fem!S/O

Romantic Pegging HC’s (Not SFW)

S/O with Moody Blue’s Ass (Not SFW)

Pannacotta Fugo:

Fugo Tag

S/O is the Boss

Bridal-Style Carrying HC’s

Seeing S/O’s Face for the First Time

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Overstimulation

Dirty Talk + Makeup Sex

Dirty Talk + Being Overstimulated

Dirty Talk + Orgasm Denial

S/O Being Kidnapped + Injured

Yandere Tarot - Strength & Lovers

Riunione (Makeup Sex, Not SFW)

S/O with Moody Blue’s Ass (Not SFW)

S/O from Anger Management Class

Diavolo:

Diavolo Tag

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Risotto Nero:

Risotto Tag

S/O Sings Him to Sleep

Risotto’s Wedding HC’s

Not SFW Risotto HC’s

Taller S/O Scenario

“Don’t lie to me again” Scenario

With a Short S/O

S/O With a Cute Sneeze

With Tattoo Artist S/O

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Mind Break

Dirty Talk + Daddy Kink

Dirty Talk + Praising

Dirty Talk + Cucking

Dirty Talk + Pegging

Formaggio:

Formaggio Tag

With Ladylike S/O

S/O With a Cute Sneeze

With Tattoo Artist S/O

Illuso:

Illuso Tag

S/O With a Cute Sneeze

Not SFW Alphabet

Prosciutto:

Prosciutto Tag

S/O With a Cute Sneeze

Yandere Tarot - Hierophant, Moon, & Lovers

Melone:

Melone Tag

S/O With a Cute Sneeze

With Tattoo Artist S/O

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Oviposition

Dirty Talk + Pegging

Dirty Talk + Melone Sex

Ghiaccio:

Ghiaccio Tag

Ghiaccio’s Wedding HC’s

With a Dom!NB S/O (Not SFW)

S/O With a Cute Sneeze

Not SFW Alphabet

Seeing His Crush Semi-Naked

Dirty Talk + Degrading

Dirty Talk + Femdom

Dirty Talk + Biting

With a Calm and Patient S/O

Doppio Vinegar:

Doppio Tag

Dirty Talk + Overstimulation

Dirty Talk + Mommy Kink

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Gentle Loving Dom

Squalo & Tiziano:

Squalo & Tiziano Tag

Squalo Tag

Tiziano Tag

Poly!SquaTizi w/ Fem!S/O (Not SFW)

Cioccolata:

Cioccolata Tag

Dirty Talk + Praising

Secco:

Secco Tag

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Cioccolata’s Gift

Dirty Talk + Desperation

Yandere Tarot - Devil

Stone Ocean

Jolyne Cujoh:

Boyband HC’s

[zeppeli-reelstallbun]

Did Something Slip Your Mind?

Chapter 1/? next -> [masterlist]

[PAIRING] Rohan Kishibe x Reader (she/her)

[SUMMARY] It wasn’t the worst job you’d ever taken… Besides, working for one of the most popular artists in the country was sure to boost your resume, even if it was at the expense of your sanity. (Fic takes place mid part 4)

[WC] 3k

[!!!] Sfw for now… Heaven’s Door is a warning in itself, though. Memory erasing moments WILL be entirely excluded from the fic so you experience the confusion genuinely, but it will be obvious for the most part WHEN the stand has been used. Language, eventual drinking, eventual smut, probably improper use of stands knowing me. This is Rohan we're talking about so I feel like I need to mention that noncon will not be happening, but dubcon isn’t entirely off the table I suppose. Tiniest bit of Jotaro x reader if you squint.

[CONTINUITY NOTE] According to his first meeting with Reimi, Rohan can’t read details about himself with Heaven's Door, but we’re gonna go ahead and use ‘Araki forgot’ as an excuse for the fic concept. During Bites the Dust, Rohan DOES contradict this when he reads his future in Hayato. However, this results in literally killing him, so maybe there’s a reason it’s the exception. Regardless, this rule doesn’t exist in this fic for one reason, and it’s because I'm writing it and I said so.

[A/N] I'm an American so please, uh, thoughts and prayers, shits crazy here rn :/

The town was quiet enough, but then again, the grating routine of daily life had never really been a dealbreaker for you. You had lived in Morioh long enough to get used to its quirks—its people, its lack of excitement, the occasional strange occurrence that always seemed just on the edge of your peripheral vision. You had even grown fond of the smallness of it; in a way, you knew you could hole yourself up in your apartment and dive into the job that supported this lifestyle.

The work itself, though? That was a different story.

You had always taken a liking to art. Something about the ability to express yourself without trying to string together the words of a poet had given you refuge growing up, but you spent a long time worrying over the skill set needed to pursue it as you entered ‘the real world.’ A few years ago, however, you made the jump to working full-time as a graphic designer, putting your ‘impractical’ degree to some use. It hadn't been easy. The initial months of scraping together freelance work had been grueling, but slowly, you found yourself carving out a niche in the industry. What had started with local business cards and promo fliers for the most boring men and businesses had turned into something you could now be more passionate about: Manga covers.

With the rise in popularity across the country, you’d found a pretty consistent stream of clients looking for fresh, eye-catching designs. Even better, however, was the fact that you could complete the job entirely remote for this style of work. Every aspect of the upkeep was fulfilling, and you enjoyed being able to interact with your employers behind the privacy of a screen.

You enjoyed most of them, that was.

Where did you even begin with Rohan Kishibe? His name was a constant in your inbox, and no matter how many different ways you presented his work, it never seemed to satisfy him. You couldn’t even say that he was a bad client. No, that wasn’t it. He was just… difficult.

Emails between the two of you were often terse and passive-aggressive. He would frequently send over sets of revisions, complaining that a design was “too conventional,” or “too safe.” He would demand adjustments at the last minute, throwing off your already chaotic deadline structure. And when it came to his feedback? Maddeningly vague. He would leave you scrambling to figure out what he wanted, only to backtrack and tell you it wasn’t what he asked for in the first place. It felt like no matter how many times you changed a design, you’d never be able to get it just right for the man.

But you dealt with it. What choice did you have? It wasn’t the worst job you’d ever taken… Besides, Rohan was one of your biggest employers—no, the biggest—and as much as you wanted to roll your eyes at every email he sent, you knew you had to deliver. He wasn’t the kind of person you could afford to offend, even if he was an insufferable pain in the ass. He opened doors for you in a way no one else could, to put it simply.

The success of Pink Dark Boy was exactly the kind of thing you needed to line your resume, even if the popularity of the franchise was the root cause of your turmoil. Rohan was your age, you’d discovered one night, and you were positive that the amount of traction the story had gained was responsible for the man's unchallenged ego. So what? He managed to break out as an acclaimed artist early enough to make a name for himself. It’s not like you were jealous.

Maybe you would have been if he weren't such a dick; you’d hate to see his personality on you, even if for a second.

Besides, you couldn’t tell much about him from just his emails. Brief, formal, to the point, with a few jabs sprinkled in here and there, his tone always carrying an air of superiority. Rohan Kishibe. Famous manga artist. Brilliant and arrogant in equal measure. You hated that you found him compelling, too. It was something you’d never admit to anyone, least of all yourself. But there was something about his presentation—the aura of confidence, the sharpness in his writing, the causal arrogance that dripped from every sentence—that got under your skin.

But that was as far as it went. A few passing thoughts on the quality of his manga as you stared at your inbox. You didn't give him any thought outside of your work, and you certainly did not think about him during your infrequent visits to town.

At least, not until today.

You were walking through the streets to your apartment, holding a grocery bag in one hand, mind preoccupied with the drafts of the latest cover you were working on for another client, when you saw him.

God damn it.

It took a moment to recognize him, but when you did, it felt like the world came to a screeching halt. He was standing outside a small cafe, arms crossed and eyes scanning the street, completely unaware of the effect his presence had on you. It wasn’t just seeing his face that did it. No, you had seen his face too many times, his headshot lined each inside cover of his work. Every week, you were tasked with formatting that face. Even from a distance, it was unmistakable, but to you, it was the most unremarkable aspect of the man.

What shocked you most was how… real he looked in person. Like a character going from page to screen, he just stood there—every aspect of his body language dripping confidence, commanding attention. He was even standing in a way that said he was used to people looking at him.

And then there was the fact that he was showing a little more skin than you expected. The short, cropped jacket he wore was unbuttoned, revealing a sliver of his midriff. It was a strange choice, considering it was a cooler day, but somehow, it worked. You couldn’t help but notice the way his abs looked under his clothing, you couldn’t help but notice the fact he had them in the first place. That was shock enough, let alone how toned they appeared. For a brief fleeting moment, your mind—and eyes—wandered. But who could blame you when he looked like that?

You shook yourself mentally, immediately regretting the thoughts that had popped up unbidden. Honestly, the rational part of your brain almost caused you to gag at the notion.

After all, this was the same man who sent you cryptic, if not rude, emails about the most trivial design choices. The same man who seemed more interested in nitpicking your work than actually appreciating it. The same man who seemed incapable of offering clear, constructive feedback without a fistful of condescension.

Too bad he’s an asshole, you mentally shrugged, realizing that you were now thankful he hadn’t recognized you. Why would he? It’s not like you worked face to face. And you certainly had zero intentions of fawning over him, even if introducing yourself was the ‘polite’ thing to do as a business associate. It was for the best, you told yourself. If anything, it only solidified your feelings about the man. He was a cocky, self-assured, midriff-flashing diva who probably had no idea how much he pissed you off with every email. He didn't need to know that you had seen him in person.

He didn't need to know you were living in the same town as him.

Sunlight filtered through the inexpensive blinds, waking you from your peaceful slumber, growing brighter as you enjoyed the routine you’d grown accustomed to: the scent of coffee brewing in your kitchen, the faint hum of small town life outside the window, and the smell of your breakfast cooking on the stove.

After taking a moment to stretch and wake up, you found your way to your work desk, leaving you now half-focused on a cover draft you’d been tinkering on for days. Of course, the email exchange with him had been as headache inducing as ever. Rohan’s last complaint was about the texture—that's right, texture—of the chapter title, which he claimed clashed with the “authenticity” of his work. Whatever the fuck that meant.

It had taken everything in you not to type back your resignation then and there. Instead, you’d sighed, saved the draft, and went back to fiddling with the opacity of the grain overlay. The grain overlay he specifically asked for, by the way. The one it seemed was causing the inauthentic texture? Yeah, that grain overlay.

You were frustrated beyond reason with Rohan Kishibe, so by all accounts, it was a normal day… at least until the knock at your door.

You frowned, pushing your chair back from the desk. You weren't expecting anyone… Your landlord wasn’t the type to drop by unannounced, and the delivery of pen tips you’d been waiting for wasn’t due until tomorrow.

The knock came again, louder this time.

You haphazardly set aside the project in front of you, crossing the small space of your apartment to glance through the peephole. What you saw made you pause.

The man standing outside your door was… intimidating, to say the least. Broad shoulders, tall frame, a long white coat draped over his figure. His face was sharp, angular, almost too perfect, and his expression completely unreadable.

For a moment, you hesitated. Opening the door to strangers wasn’t exactly a habit of yours, especially ones who looked like they could crush you with a flick of their wrist. And yet, something about him piqued your curiosity.

You nudged the door open just enough to see him clearly, your hand tightening on the edge of the frame as the secondary chain locked the door into place, keeping it open just a crack.

“Can I help you?” you asked, keeping your tone neutral, even if he did look odd for a telemarketer.

The man’s gaze flicked down to meet yours, and you were struck by how intense his eyes were, as if he’d never heard a joke a day in his life.

“Are you (y/n) (y/l/n)?” His voice was low, calm, but with an edge of authority that made it clear he wasn’t asking for small talk.

Your initial response was to lie, to deny any connection to the name, but his presence made you falter. He didn’t look like someone you could easily brush off.

“I am,” you said cautiously. “Why are you asking?”

He reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a badge, holding it up for you to see. “Jotaro Kujo. I’m with the Speedwagon Foundation. I need to ask you a few questions about a recent case we’re investigating.”

Speedwagon? You thought the name rang a faint bell. If they did exist, though, you’d never had any direct dealings with them, and you couldn’t fathom why any foundation would be interested in you.

Still, you weren’t about to let some stranger into your home without more information, badge or not.

“Do you have any proof of what you’re saying?” you asked, eyeing him warily, but politely.

Jotaro seemed to expect the question, as his expression remained unchanged. Silently, he pulled out a folded piece of paper from his coat and slid it through the doors opening; it was an official document, stamped and signed, detailing his investigation into a series of murders in Morioh.

“Murder?” You asked, pushing the door in slightly to unlatch the chain, opening it to speak with him further. He didn't seem interested in coming inside, thankfully, so you just stood in the entryway as he nodded.

“We’re looking into a man named Yoshikage Kira. You may not know him personally, but we’ve found evidence suggesting you worked with him in the past.”

You frowned, your mind racing to recall the name. “Kira…?”

Jotaro continued, expressionless. “He approached you for a business card design some time ago, a rather bland one. This would have been before you transitioned to digital work, according to our information.”

If this Kira wasn’t connected to you through your professional life, you might have been a bit more sceptical of the man at your door, but your website was nothing if not thorough about your work journey. That bio was how you got clients, after all; it was practically your resume—including details like when you’d obtained your degree, the time you spent working in various physical locations, and the date you’d taken the leap to digital freelance. You were probably a murder investigator's dream witness, all that information laid with little effort required.

And, on top of that, you didn't explicitly share the names of your clients. Jotaro had to have obtained that information through some sort of legitimate channel, even if you didn't know what this Speedwagon thing was.

To hammer the point home, there was also the fact you had definitely designed that business card. The memory clicked into place as soon as he said the word ‘bland.’ Kira had been a client of yours, though you wouldn’t have remembered if the man hadn’t brought it up. He’d been quiet, unassuming, and incredibly dull. You’d even joked to yourself at the time that designing for him had been worse than watching paint dry—it was that lifeless, devoid of any need for creativity, lacking any real challenge.

“I remember him,” you admitted, folding your arms. “But I didn’t know anything about him beyond what he told me about the design. He seemed… normal.”

Jotaro’s jaw tightened slightly, as if he’d heard that word too many times. “We believe he’s connected to the murders. Your interaction with him may provide us with valuable insight. Would you be willing to meet with another member of our team to discuss this further?”

You hesitated. The idea of being involved in a murder investigation was unsettling, to say the least. And yet, Jotaro’s demeanor made it hard to refuse. There was something about him that demanded attention, that made you feel like he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Besides, this was your town he was talking about. Any second thoughts you might have had were overshadowed by a sense of obligation, if you could help, you should.

“Where?” you asked, your voice less cautious now.

“I’m staying at a hotel in town,” he replied. “We’ll meet there. There’s another individual working on the case—a sketch artist—who might be able to help jog your memory.”

The mention of another person made you feel slightly less apprehensive, but still, you weren’t entirely convinced.

“I’ll need a bit more proof before I agree to anything else,” you said, crossing your arms politely. “But I would be more than happy to help.”

“What proof would you request?” He asked bluntly, but with no judgement in his voice. Maybe he was used to people being apprehensive around him, he had to be if this was how he acted at all times.

You thought for a second, if this was a private investigation, he likely had no interactions with official law enforcement. As upfront as he had been about whatever foundation sent him here, he had never said the word ‘police.’ Honestly, this was probably the biggest cause for your hesitation, but that didn't necessarily mean he was lying to you.

“Something that proves I’m not a sole witness, maybe details of why Kira is a suspect, anything that validates what you’ve told me.” You replied.

Jotaro’s eyes rolled up as he contemplated for a moment, the tension broken once he reached into his coat again, this time pulling out a small stack of papers.

“Will these work?” He asked as he handed them to you, hands brushing yours slightly. Large hands… large, attractive hands, you noticed.

Not the time. Besides, you were skimming through the pages as soon as the thought arose. The documents detailed Kira’s known movements, his interactions with various people in Morioh—including your own name listed among them.

It was enough to convince you that Jotaro wasn’t just some lunatic with a badge.

“Yes they will,” you said finally, though your tone was reluctant. “When should I come by? And, uh, where?”

“Tomorrow afternoon,” Jotaro said, taking out a small notepad and pen. “I’ll leave you the details.”

You nodded, still feeling a hint of unease surrounding the whole situation. As Jotaro turned to leave, you couldn’t help but watch him walk to his vehicle, your thoughts straying inappropriately once again. He had been intimidating, yes, but also undeniably attractive and authoritative in a way that made you hate yourself just a little. For a fleeting moment, you even caught yourself thinking about hooking up with the man, but of course you disregarded the thought as soon as it arose.

Figures, you thought to yourself. The hottest man you’d seen in months shows up at your door, and it’s because of a murder investigation. If all detectives looked like him, though, you’d probably commit a few more crimes just to be interrogated.

After clearing the thought entirely, you finally shut the door and leaned against it, letting out a long sigh. Tomorrow was going to be… interesting.

But you still had work to do today.

continue to next part ->

[masterlist]

[zippers-flowers-and-wine]

Rohan was a solid statue above you, his green painted claws digging into the covers at either side of your shoulders, face buried in your neck.

“May I?” the vampire whispers against your jaw, saliva already dampening your skin. Even before you could properly answer - to flustered by the sudden assault - he nuzzles kisses against the softness of your throat, gliding up along your jaw to brush across your lips, fangs barely grazing.

Your body trembles against him - some old primal instinct wailing at you to scramble and scratch your way away from him, even as your arms pull him closer. “S-seems kind of silly,” you whisper back, shakily burying your fingers into the vampire’s soft, dark hair, “to let a predator so close to my throat."

Rohan hums, the sound almost mocking in his usual, lofty way. When you don't respond immediately, he rasps, purposfully speaking against your jugular, "And why's that?"

Your muscles quiver against his teeth - teeth that don't quite puncture, sinking in just enough to dent. "Y-you might bite."

“Oh." Pulling back, Rohan smiles - a perfectly wicked kind of smile - and nudges a sweet kiss to your lips, laughing that breathy little laugh as your own stutters in your chest.

Leaning back down, he whispers softly, finally sinking his teeth in and pulling a shrill gasp from you;

“I promise you I will.”

_____

Uh? Please tell me if this is too close to being N*SFW for y'all, and I'll happily take it down.

Anyway, I hate Rohan Kishibe but I really liked this idea so I did it lmao

[theladysexpistol]

Bree’s Masterlist

💖

Part 1

- Jonathan Joestar

- Erina Pendleton

- Robert Speedwagon

- Dio Brando

Part 2

- Joseph Joestar

Spicy n/sfw headcanons for Joseph celebrating s/o’s birthday 😈😈😈

- Caesar Zeppeli

- Wammu

- Esidsi

- Kars

Part 3

Crusaders compete in a spicy udon eating challenge

- Jotaro Kujo

Spicy n/sfw headcanons for Jotaro celebrating s/o’s birthday 😈😈😈

Jotaro in a relationship where they both travel often headcanons

- Noriaki Kakyoin

Part 4 Kakyoin with a s/o worried about him going to Morioh with Jotaro

- Jean Pierre Polnareff

Fem!reader finds out Polnareff’s fate after Part 5

Polnareff tries to surprise his s/o, but accidentally causes them to get hurt

- Muhammed Avdol

Avdol with a s/o who does professional falconry

- DIO

Part 4

Morioh Warriors react to finding out their s/o is a witch and their dog is a hellhound familiar headcanons

- Josuke Higashikata

Spicy n/sfw headcanons for Josuke celebrating s/o’s birthday 😈😈😈

Josuke tries to surprise his s/o, but accidentally causes them to get hurt

General sfw and n/sfw relationship headcanons for Josuke 😈😈😈

- Okuyasu Niijimura

General Okuyasu with a fem s/o headcanons, where she goes away from Morioh for a while and then comes back 😈

Okuyasu and fem s/o bring home their newborn daughter (100 follower celebration!)

- Koichi Hirose

- Rohan Kishibe

Spicy n/sfw headcanons for Rohan with a shorter male s/o 😈😈😈

- Yukako Yamagishi

Yukako keeps getting interrupted while trying to ask her fem s/o on a lunch date

- Jotaro Kujo (4taro)

General relationship headcanons for pt4 Jotaro

Part 5

Separate Masterlist

Mista Masterlist!

Part 6

General NSFW headcanons for Anasui 😈😈😈

- One Word Prompts (300 follower celebration)

“Tired” for Caesar Zeppeli: Luce del sole

“Whispers” for Jean Pierre Polnareff: Un moment donné

“Hug” for Pannacotta Fugo: Rompere

“Bath” for Joesph Joestar: Singing in the Rain

“Stare” for Robert E.O. Speedwagon: Hypnotized

“Safe” for Noriaki Kakyoin: At World’s End

“Thunder” for Noriaki Kakyoin: Point of Impact

Canon/OC

- The Fifth Bullet: Mista/OC (will link later but its already on my AO3)

[jojosbizarrewriter]

💎Master List💎

Here it is everyone, the list we’ve all been waiting for!

Everything here will be put under the cut to save space and whenever new posts are added, I will put it next to the appropriate character labeled “Recently Added”! 💕✨

Jotaro Kujo

SFW

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17

N/SFW

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

Noriaki Kakyoin

SFW

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 

N/SFW

1 | 2 | 3

Koichi Hirose

SFW

1

Rohan Kishibe

SFW

1

Josuke Higashikata

SFW

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 

N/SFW

1 | 2 

Okuyasu Nijimura

SFW

1 | 2 | 3

Giorno Giovanna

SFW

1 | 2

N/SFW

1 | 2

Ghiaccio

SFW

1

Risotto Nero

SFW

1

N/SFW

1 | 2 | 3

Joseph Joestar

SFW

1 | 2

Dio

SFW

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Jonathan Joestar

SFW

1 | 2 | 3

N/SFW

1

Oingo

SFW

1

Mista

SFW

1

MULTI

N/SFW

1

[mynameseri]

🌸✨JJBA Masterlist ✨🌸

🌶 = N/SFW

❥ Abbachio

🌶 HCs

F!Reader Degradation One Shot 🌶

Fluff HCs

❥ Bruno

F!Reader Angst

Flirty Scenario 🌶

❥ Ghiaccio

Casual HCs

❥ Joseph Joestar

Joseph x Maroon 700 Follower Event

❥ Josuke

Witch S/O HCs

❥ Kars

🌶 HCs

Master/slave Scenario 🌶

❥ Melone

Casual HCs

❥Mista

Mista x Pink 700 Follower Event 

❥ Narancia

Crush HCs

❥ Okuyasu

M!Reader that gets bullied scenario

S/O that likes to wear his shirts HCs

❥ Risotto Nero 

Ris x Orange 700 Follower Event

In the Name of Love (commission)

❥ Rohan Kishibe

Rohan x Sky Blue 700 Follower Event

❥Stardust Crusaders

Witch S/O HCs

[jojosbabe]

Self ship Josuke higashikata headcanons

(SFW,don't worry i will post a not safe for work one soon)

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Josuke is a love type guy. He will shower you with affection like no tomorrow. However he is also a shy boy so he'll be a flustered mess too. But he's bold and a risk taker.(Not as bold as okuyasu nijimura but still)

He loves PDA but if it's around people he knows,he'll be a mess. Face red,sweating,nervous,wreck. But he gets better with time. However.....if it's Rohan kishibe he's around,then be prepared for the most over the top pda of your life. (Josuke does this to flex,if your rohans friend this is especially true)

He's iffy when it comes to people touching his hair. But if he trusts you and loves you, he will let you. If you compliment anything bout his hair. Even as simple as "its looks nice today josuke" , he'll be ecstatic. If you seductively feel up his hair,and call it sexy. Well....I'm not responsible for what happens next.

Josuke loves purple. Anything purple of any shade.

Josuke's fave icecream is chocolate or just plain vanilla. He's a simple guy. Tho he isn't opposed to trying other things.

If you mention prince. He is all over that. He's a huge prince fan. And loves that kinda music. That funky,dance,feel good music. But he does love some classic rock and hard rock every now n then. He has a variety taste but prince is his go to.

This boy is pretty af. Expect a lot of people throwing themselves at josuke. However he's a loyal boyfriend and lover. He only has eyes for you. He doesn't care bout the other girls. Or anyone for that matter. When this boy falls in love,he falls hard. But he's not naive bout it.

He's a playful guy. He'll crack jokes,try to make you smile and laugh. In fact thats one of his fave things bout you. Your smile. Seeing you smile and happy makes josuke's day brighter.

Josuke loves hanging out with you and the whole gang. Especially you and okuyasu. Nothing more better than his bestest friend and his girlfriend hangin out and having a good time.

Josuke loves at home dates and simple fun dates. However he will take you out for a very very romantic night at tonios and a walk in the park. In fact thats probably your first date.

Be prepared for lots of love and hugs from his mom tomoko. This woman was so happy when he found out her baby boy had a girlfriend and was growing up so fast. She is a tough but loving mother.

Josuke wears canonly moshchino underwear. But i like to think he like designer clothes. But his ass too broke to get it half the time. (Not that he can't get any,he is a joestar. If he gets any money it either from his dad Joseph or something. But because of certain situations in his family,it's hard for him to access it. Plus tomoko knows her son too well. He'll blow it off like there's no tomorrow)

Josuke has been called jojo before. But not very often,it's mostly by jerks unfortunately. But it's different when you say it. If you call him jojo,he's a smiling,gushing mess. He loves it when you call him jojo.

Even tho he's a love type guy. A romantic at heart. He does have a cheeky side. He can and will make subtle flirty comments and compliments your way. (This is what me n my sis call, when the Joseph comes out,lmao)

He is good boy. Cheeky lil shit but a good boy. And he will protect you no matter what. Even tho he knows he can't heal himself. He couldn't bare to see you hurt or in pain. He's very empathetic. His heart is too big for his body. If any guy or person in general is talkin shit bout you. He will give them the ass whoppin of a lifetime. Because nobody insults his babydoll,or his hair.

Josuke loves all animals except reptiles and amphibians,he's trying to get over his fear but its hard. They gross him out. Cats n dogs are his fave tho.

He loves videogames. His fave date night is when you two can stay in and play games all night.

Josuke is that type of guy to show up at your house with the boombox playing a prince song type thing. Or request you a song on the radio. Send you a dozen roses at your door. Or a shitton of love letters. Like i said this boy hella romantic.

That's all for now. I may make another.

💜 enjoy

[wri0thesley]

HALLOWEEN BONANZA #4 - Josuke/Reader SPOOKY HAUNTED HOUSE FLUFF

This one’s SFW! I just couldn’t make Josuke into a monster, he’s too much of a sweet angel. A warning for this one that the kids in this fic are exhibiting BAD OUIJA BOARD ETIQUETTE. Ouija boards might be serious business and they might be just a toy, but personally I’m not taking any risks!

Josuke has a good reason to dislike Halloween, but he’s willing to do anything to make you happy - and if he thinks spending the night in a haunted house will do that, then he’ll try his best  not to be too much of a scaredy cat. Halloween is a time when the veil between worlds is at its weakest, though. There’s no telling what might make itself known-- 

From what you know about the adventure Josuke and his friends had in the summer of 1999, he has a perfectly good reason to not like Halloween. He doesn’t like scary movies - the idea of slasher films, and people enjoying watch teenagers getting brutally murdered, just makes him shrug uncomfortably. He doesn’t like all of the blood and severed body parts and skeleton decorations, and he jumps a lot more easily than people would expect from a guy that’s now reached over six foot. He throws himself into every other celebration - birthdays, Christmas, Valentines day . . . it’s just Halloween that he doesn’t seem to like.

You, on the other hand, love it.

“If you wanna celebrate it, babe,” he says, giving you a smile, “I’ll do my best to make you happy, y’know? It’s just . . . Well, there are some parts of the season I’m not a fan of. So if we could try and keep stuff light-hearted, that’d be good.”

You’d assured him that you would try and keep things light-hearted, bought the cute decorations instead of the spooky ones, found a cute couples Halloween costume for you both to wear, bought cute pumpkin shaped candies (he hadn’t wanted ghost shaped ones), and you were ready to spend this Halloween having a sickeningly adorable time.

Well, there’s always something that comes along to throw a spanner in the works.

This spanner came in the form of Rohan Kishibe and Hirose Koichi, the latter of whom was friends with Josuke and the former whom . . . knew Josuke. Perhaps ‘friends’ wasn’t the right term to describe their particular relationship - at any rate, they were acquaintances, and at any rate, they got on better than they once did.

(“You burnt his house down?” You ask, holding a cup of tea in one hand and staring at your boyfriend in disbelief. Josuke shrugs his shoulders uncomfortably. “Well. Kinda? That’s not really - that’s probably an oversimplification, or somethin’--”)

Anyway, Rohan Kishibe is a manga artist, and he’s dragging Koichi along to spend Halloween night in a house in the middle of S-City that’s rumoured to be haunted. Koichi’s girlfriend Yukako had taken offence to Koichi not spending Halloween with her and had been invited along, and those three alone were a recipe for disaster, so eventually the invitation had been extended to include you, Josuke and Okuyasu as well.

Josuke gives you an embarrassed smile.

“I’m sorry it’s ruined your plans, babe,” he says, throwing his arm about your shoulders, “but . . . Yeah. I didn’t really wanna leave Koichi hanging, and I know y’like ghosts and that spooky stuff, and I thought maybe we could have fun if it was everyone together?”

“I don’t believe in ghosts,” you say to Josuke, patiently. “But . . . as long as I’m with you, I’m sure I’ll have a good time.”

The grin that splits Josuke’s face is dazzling, making him look even more handsome than usual - as if that were possible.

“I promise we’re gonna have the best Halloween ever!” He says, voice fervent, clapping hands on either side of your shoulder. “I promise!”

Whether it was the ‘best Halloween ever’ or not, you were at least about to have a very interesting one.

* * *

The house in question is a little bigger than average and decorated liberally for Halloween, and Rohan does not look pleased by it.

“When I said I was coming here for my research,” he says, elegant nose in the air, “I requested they leave it exactly as they found it. I did not want anything to be spoiled by this cheap, worthless decoration--” He plucks at a wooden plaque hanging on one of the walls, painted to look aged and faded and bearing the slogan ‘BEWARE’. “This isn’t real at all.”

You have to agree with him - the decorations are on the edge of tacky. Josuke seems displeased by them, too. They’re hovering a little too close to being the realistic kind of gore he hates and not the cutesy kind of friendly Halloween image that he’s fine with. Despite the fact that they do look cheesy (you see him looking with distaste at a plastic, severed hand), he’s obviously uncomfortable with them.

You lay a hand on his arm and smile at him reassuringly - Josuke gives you a wobbly smile in return.

Maybe the people who had let Rohan come here had been worried that the bland decor would make him angry, make him feel like he’d been mislead and demand his money back because there’s no way a murder could have taken place somewhere so ordinary. If this were the case, they had greatly misjudged Rohan Kishibe - he’s muttering under his breath about giving them a piece of his mind.

“So, uh, what’s the story with this place, Rohan-sensei?” Koichi asks, sensing that the mangaka is about to let a dark mood engulf him. You slip your hand into Josuke’s and follow the rest of them into the next room, comforted by the soft warmth of your boyfriend’s skin - Josuke looks glad for the contact. You get the impression he’s a jumpscare away from freaking out completely and running out of the house.

The decorations might not be scary to most people, but then again, Josuke isn’t most people.

“Everyone who’s lived here in the past hundred years has met a grisly end,” Rohan says, as you all filter out into what you think was once a guest bedroom. “There are all kinds of stories about demons and spirits who live here, drawn to the suffering and such.” Rohan gives a shrug, obviously not particularly invested in the tale. “The people I spoke to said nobody has managed to stay here a whole night, and I thought that if there were ghosts here, it would be a good frame of reference for my manga.”

Josuke looks a little frightened, his eyes wide.

“N-nobody has managed to stay here a whole night?” He asks, trying to keep his tone light - but his hand is gripping yours with considerable force. “Nobody at all?”

Rohan looks at Josuke with disdain.

“Nobody until me,” he clarifies, obviously not thinking the rest of your party count. “Nothing’s going to frighten me so much I run screaming out of this place.”

Yukako smiles, triumphantly, and reaches into her bag.

“Good,” she says. “Let’s test that theory.”

* * *

Yukako has brought candles and a Ouija board, and your spine is prickling with unease.

You’re not the only one.

Koichi seems unhappy, and Okuyasu’s face is downright terrified - when you look beside you in the circle you’ve formed, Josuke’s teeth are grit and he looks more on edge than you’ve ever seen him. The set of his shoulders is tense and you want to rub your hands across them and press kisses onto his cheek and reassure him that everything is going to be fine - unfortunately, that’s not the kind of thing that you do in front of other people, so you have to make do with resting your hand on his knee.

The only two people who seem into this in any way are Yukako and Rohan, and both of them have their eyes set on each other and tension fizzing through every muscle of their body. It’s like they’re engaged in some strange game of chicken - one of them has to back down first, and neither of them want to.

“We really don’t have to do this--” You say, taking a deep breath, figuring if someone’s taking control of the situation it ought to be you, as the others all seem kind of terrified as to what’s about to happen.

“No,” Rohan says, voice sharp, “you don’t. I, on the other hand, think that this is going to be a worthwhile experiment and good reference material for the supernatural arcs of Pink Dark Boy. I’ve never actually partaken in a Ouija session and I feel like they’ll be supremely useful. If you’re frightened,” here, Rohan’s eyes land on you and narrow in scorn, “then you can go into one of the other rooms.”

That’s what settles it.

If you were going to try and gently guide Josuke into the other room so he didn’t have to be around for something that’s clearly making him uncomfortable, any chances of that were now scuppered - Rohan has just suggested that someone who didn’t stay for his strange experiment is a coward, and Josuke’s pride is too fragile to accept that insult. Especially not where Rohan is concerned.

“We’ll stay, won’t we, babe?” He says, voice deliberate, putting his arm around you and accidentally digging his nails into soft skin.

“Yeah, of course,” you reply. “Ghosts aren’t real, anyway.”

There’s a pause after you say that, an exchange of looks between the people in the room that you don’t quite understand, but you aren’t given much time to dwell on how strange that might be, because Yukako has produced a lighter and is lighting candles. She asks Koichi to turn off the light and he does, ever the dutiful boyfriend - but as you’re thrown into darkness, the flickering flames the only thing illuminating each other’s faces, Josuke shifts deliberately closer to you.

You fancy you can feel the beating of his heart, a hammering rhythm against his chest, and you wish you could run your fingers through his hair and remind him that nothing is going to hurt him. Halloween really isn’t his holiday.

Everything you know about Ouija boards has been gleaned from horror movies and Halloween specials - if Yukako does anything wrong, you don’t see it. All you see is the faint, serene smile on her face as she goes about her business, and then as she asks you all to crowd in and put your finger over the planchette.

The silence in the room hangs thickly as you all lurch forward. Your finger rests beside Josuke’s, and you look at his face in the dim candlelight. His jaw is set, a muscle flickering in it. He looks afraid, and you wish you’d been more stubborn. If you’d perhaps told him you didn’t want to come here, you wouldn’t be trapped in this mess, and you and he could be curled up on the sofa in your house and handing out pumpkin shaped candies to trick or treaters as you exclaimed about how scary their costumes were.

“Are there any spirits nearby?”

Yukako’s voice rings out clear across the silent room, and despite your logical brain saying that nothing is going to happen, your heart jumps up into your throat. You wonder if everyone else is feeling quite so on edge.

There’s a silence in the room that cuts like a knife, thick with tension - and then slowly, oh-so-slowly, the planchette moves towards the ‘yes’.

You hear Josuke swallow, and as you look to one side, you see that there’s a strange glint in Rohan’s eye. He’s fascinated.

A strangled yelp escapes Okuyasu’s mouth, that he promptly looks deeply embarrassed by, and he clamps his mouth shut again. His lips are pressed into a tight line.

“How many spirits?” Yukako asks, and this time the planchette moves across the board a little faster. You’re barely touching it, and you wonder which of the others is manipulating the little  pointer. You don’t think it’s Josuke - he’s as stiff as a board himself. You’re not sure it’s Okuyasu, either - he seemed genuinely frightened by the movement, and you think he values being seen as a tough guy too much for him to voluntarily tarnish that. It’s definitely not you - you’d know if that were the case.

Rohan’s too caught up in the realism of whatever he does to be the one making a Ouija board move falsely. His eyes are fanatically bright, glowing green and fixed on where your hands are joined. Koichi would never do something like this.

You suppose it’s Yukako, then. Ah well. If she wanted to have her fun, who were you to stop her? You wouldn’t call her out on this unless it went too far - and you had to admit, there was something pretty fun about the way the candles were flickering and the silence in the supposedly-haunted house. It all made for a wonderfully creepy Halloween, and that’s the kind of thing you love.

The planchette moves from letter to letter. M-A-N-Y.

“Many?” Rohan breathes. “Fascinating. Ask them more--”

Yukako shoots him a withering glare, as if angry with him for interrupting her concentration.

“How old are you?” She asks, and Rohan snorts under his breath - you get the impression he thinks this is rather a stupid question. Still, Yukako knows what she’s doing. The planchette moves to the one. The planchette moves to the zero. It jerks away, and then does it again.

“One hundred? One hundred what?” Rohan asks, and Yukako snaps out;

“One person should be asking the questions--”

But the planchette moves anyway, almost too fast for you to keep up. C-E-N-T-U-R-Y-S.

Guess ghosts aren’t too good at spelling.

“Are you a good spirit?” Yukako asks, and there’s a lull in the movement for a second. This presence obviously needs time to mull it over, and despite your skepticism you feel prickles of sweat down your back.

The planchette begins to move, and it’s as if you’ve read the future. It moves towards ‘no’.

A whimper escapes Josuke’s pressed together lips, and you see the shake of his hand, and you can’t let this happen to your boyfriend. You speak, for the first time.

“Yukako, this isn’t funny.”

You look up. Yukako’s face is white. She looks frightened, and you’ve never seen Yukako look anything other than perfectly put together. She breathes out, her voice dry;

“It’s not me.”

“W-who else could it be?” You say, pulling your hand back from the planchette (later, reading literature online, you’ll discover this was a very bad idea). Josuke seems to be spurred on by you drawing back, and he snatches his hand into his lap - a chain of events that means Okuyasu does too.

“I-it’s not me!” She insists, and then; “Look!”

She moves her finger off the little wooden pointer, which is vibrating now, as if full of energy. You watch in horror as it moves quick enough to knock Rohan’s hand off of it. Nobody is touching it now, and yet it has moved to the nine on the board.

Everyone around the board watches in horror as it moves to the eight, with nobody touching it. One of the candles flickers, and goes out.

Eight.

Yukako reaches across and tries to put her hand on the planchette again, but it moves too quickly.

Seven.

She gets ahold of it, and then, speaks loudly--

“Don’t--”

A violent jerk to the six.

A strangled noise of fear comes out of Okuyasu as another candle goes out, and you look at Josuke next to you, who’s shaking violently.

Five.

Strands of Yukako’s hair begin to move despite the fact there’s no wind, that no doors or windows are open - it’s whipped around as if a gust of air is blowing directly onto her. You shiver; it feels as though the room has suddenly gotten very gold.

Four.

Yukako screams. You’re far enough away in the group that you see her head tip back, you see her eyes roll back, you see that for a moment there’s nothing visible but the whites of her eyes. Koichi scrambles away from her. Rohan looks fascinated, and it’s with a flash of disgust that you realize he’s actually interested in what’s happening and doesn’t care that everyone else is terrified.

Three.

There’s the sound of glass shattering, another candle going out (there’s only one left), a whimpered moan that comes from either Okuyasu or Josuke, you can’t quite tell-- Two.

Something guttural and frightening issues forth from Yukako’s mouth, a language you don’t think you’ve ever heard spoken before, deeper a noise than you think it’s possible for a human voice to make.

One.

Rohan finally moves. His long spidery fingers clamp down over Yukako’s, and with his air of knowing exactly what he’s doing at all times, he forces her hand down to the centre of the board, to the ‘GOODBYE’. He speaks aloud -

“That’s enough--”

The final candle goes out, and Josuke screams.

* * *

After the events of the night, despite Rohan’s insistence that you were being cowards, you’re not staying any longer.

“I’ll book a hotel,” you say to Josuke, who still looks shaken up. “I’m not . . . don’t worry, babe. It’ll be fine.”

Josuke’s voice cracks.

“I don’t like Halloween,” he says. You want to throw your arms around him and let him cry into your shoulders - if his wobbling lip is any indication, he wants to be able to cry to. “I really . . . Shit, I don’t like Halloween.”

“It’s alright,” you say, trying to keep your voice soft as you shove his things into a bag. Okuyasu is hovering and then, blurts out;

“I’m comin’ too. I don’t like the energy of this place.” He shivers. “There’s somethin’ real weird about, y’know? I don’t . . . If there are bad spirits here, I feel like we should leave ‘em alone. That’s what they’d want, right?”

“I think you’re right,” comes Koichi’s voice, a little more assured than anyone else’s. The diminutive man is shaking, but he looks at you three with a solemn face. “I’m leaving too. Yukako will probably follow me. If you want . . . I can drive us all back. It’ll be a tight fit, but . . .”

“Please,” Josuke says, the word tumbling out of his mouth in desperation. “I really don’t think I can stay here.”

“You can’t be serious,” Rohan scoffs, coming into the sitting room and looking around at all of you. “All this over a silly children’s game?”

Josuke snaps.

“You should know better than anyone that ghosts aren’t a story you can just bend around to be whatever the fuck you want ‘em to be!” He says, voice rising to a volume you’ve only ever heard it at when somebody insults his hair. “You’re fuckin’ around with stuff we shouldn’t be fucking around with! What’s it gonna take for you to admit that you’re not infallible, huh? One of us dying? You probably wouldn’t even care!”

Rohan’s expression is as haughty as ever.

“There are certain things that have to be put up with for the sake of art,” he says, voice prim and proper. “And for the sake of realism in my art, I’m willing to--”

“Rohan-sensei,” Koichi says, sounding serious. You’re aware that he’s usually the peacemaker of the group, and everyone looks at him to be the moral compass, but until this moment you haven’t understood why. But his voice doesn’t have a single shake in it. “I think you’re forgetting what we know about ghosts. Places that have connections to the spirit world - I think Josuke’s right. We should go home. It’s probably safest.”

You don’t think now is the right time to pry about what they know. Josuke’s made it clear there’s some kind of past history regarding Rohan and him and everyone else and ghosts, but you’ll get that from your boyfriend some other time.

You didn’t believe in ghosts this morning, but this morning you’d never seen a planchette move on its own or blow out candles or glass shatter in a photo frame with nothing touching it. You’d never seen anyone’s hair move the way that Yukako’s had (maybe that one could be explained) - you’d never heard anyone’s voice turn that way. You’d never seen that happen to their eyes.

You figure today is as good a day as any to start believing in ghosts.

Rohan seems defeated by Koichi, as he always is; you don’t know what it is about him, but Rohan trusts and likes Koichi more than anyone else. No wonder Yukako didn’t seem to like him hanging around with her boyfriend.

“Alright,” Rohan says, grumpily, sounding like a child who’s just been denied his favourite flavour of ice cream. “I guess you can drive me home, too.”

“There isn’t room,” Josuke bites out, his tone tinged with spite. “Get a fucking taxi.”

Rohan tips his head up so that his eyes are level with Josuke’s, and you swear that for a minute you actually see sparks flying between them, a physical representation of the fact that both of them would probably like nothing better than to punch the other.

Rohan heaves a sigh.

“Alright,” he says, tone long-suffering, “it’s not like I can’t afford it.”

* * *

“I’m sorry about today,” you say to Josuke, very gently, once you’re back in your own house. Josuke looks at you with despair present in his gaze.

“I know you love Halloween,” he says. “I’m sorry about everything. I really didn’t think -- I had no idea that things would turn out like that.”

“None of us thought that,” you tell him, stepping forward and cupping his face. He leans into the warmth of your palm and you’re reminded how soft his skin is and how handsome Josuke Higashikata is, how lucky you are to be the one who gets to touch him. “Hell. I love spooky things and that was too much for me.”

“Rohan should know better,” Josuke says. “Especially after everything that happened with Reimi.”

You look at him curiously. Sometimes Josuke forgets you haven’t been a constant part of his life in the way Koichi or Okuyasu have. He mentions people he forgets you’ve never met, asks you if you remember an event that you weren’t present for. Whoever Reimi is, it’s obvious from Josuke’s expression as he mentions her that she’s someone significant.

It’s not a day to be pushy, though.

“Do you want to go to bed?” You ask him, trying to keep your voice soft. In the car, Josuke had picked glass out of your hair and napped on your shoulder. You’d been sandwiched in the middle between Okuyasu and Josuke and you’re longing to be able to stretch out on the soft sheets of your bed.

“I’m worried I’ll have nightmares,” he admits. “That was some real shit back there.”

You smile adoringly up at him.

“I’ll hold you,” you say, “you can be the little spoon.”

You surprise a laugh out of your boyfriend and feel like the proudest person in the world - Josuke laughs easily, usually, but when he’s in a mood he can be difficult to break out of it. He’d been noticeably gloomy and jumpy since the Ouija incident. Not that he could be blamed for that.

“Well, hell,” he says, already moving towards the bedroom. “How can I say no to an offer like that from someone as cute as you are?”

“You can’t,” you agree amiably, already stripping out of your clothes as you walk, excited to feel your body pressed against his. “I’m too cute and you need to sleep with me right now. It’s just my natural charm.”

His colour and his light attitude are slowly returning to him; he turns his head and throws a careless wink in your direction, saying as you crawl onto the mattress;

“Sleep with you, huh?”

“Pervert,” you mumble sleepily, wrapping arms around Josuke’s trim waist and hoping that there isn’t any glass left in your hair as you bury your face in his neck. He smells like his cologne, a slightly childish and fruity smell that you adore. “Good job you’re so cute too.”

He makes a content noise, snuggling back into you, plush of his butt pressing against you. You drop a sleepy kiss over the birthmark on his shoulder.

“Hey,” you say, voice heavy with sleep, “y’know, because we were out we didn’t get any trick or treaters. We’ll hafta eat all of that candy ourselves.”

“Fuck yeah,” Josuke mumbles, “I wanted the candy for me anyway.”

[zeppeli-reelstallbun]

Did Something Slip Your Mind?

Chapter 3/? <- previous ⋆ coming soon-ish -> [masterlist]

[PAIRING] Rohan Kishibe x Reader (she/her)

[SUMMARY] Read previous chapters first! You return to a sense of normalcy (?)

[WC] 5.4k

[!!!] Sfw for now, but will not be in the future. Heaven’s Door is a warning in itself. read warnings on previous chapters for more info!! formatting is different so lmk if it’s bad plz you wont hurt my feelings, want this to be readable!

[A/N] I am so tired. might be too many elipsies here and maybe I'll go back and fix that later, it doesn’t matter. nothing matters. nazis are back again. have I mentioned that I’m tired? on a lighter note, four am writing sessions and dyslexia are a mfing deadly combination so please tell me if you spot a typo! I thought this was gonna be like, 3000 words max hahaha.

The notification popped up on the corner of the screen, pulling your attention from the assortment of thumbnail sketches you had been drafting all morning. After letting out a solid groan, you reluctantly clicked it, already bracing for what was likely another overly specific demand from the most frustrating man in all of Morioh. How someone could manage to be just as annoying in text as they were in person, you had no clue. What you did know, however, was the fact that your stomach was now churning with a different sense of unease from the single face-to-face interaction you’d had with the man. As far as you were concerned, Rohan Kishibe might have been one strike away from your immediate resignation, contract violation or not.

Subject: Upcoming Cover Design Rohan Kishibe: 10:26 AM I hope this email finds you well. I wanted to touch base regarding the progress on the cover for the upcoming volume. While your initial concepts are strong, I’d like to see a version that incorporates more dynamic elements—perhaps something that better captures the intensity of the narrative. Additionally, your attention to detail is always appreciated. I trust you’ll bring your usual level of creativity to this project. Let me know if you have any questions. Rohan Kishibe

Your hands froze, halting over the keyboard as you reread the email. Strong. He said your initial concepts were strong. Rohan Kishibe didn't use words like strong. Ever. Your first instinct might have been to write it off as a backhanded compliment—especially following the investigation trainwreck—but the wording was ambiguous enough to give you second thoughts.

Which only made you more irritated.

The ‘compliment’ was buried beneath his usual exacting tone, whiff of condescension so strong you could almost smell it through the screen. It was a talent, his ability to make even neutral words sound like commands. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t frustrating. God no.

‘Your attention to detail is always appreciated?’ Is it, Rohan? It sure didn’t feel that way last weekend when he essentially trapped you in an elevator.

Maybe you were reading too much into it; if only you could take his words at face value.

Regardless, you weren’t about to leave his comment unanswered. As much as you might have hated Rohan, you enjoyed not starving more. So, you took a deep breath, cracking your fingers to prepare yourself mentally and physically as you typed the most professional response you could muster.

Ok, maybe you could stoop to a little passive aggression. Just this once. What’s the harm in that?

Subject: RE: Upcoming Cover Design Outgoing Mail: 10:38 AM Mr. Kishibe, Thank you for your feedback. I’ll adjust the concepts to include more dynamic elements and send over a revised version within the week. As always, your notes are… thorough. But I appreciate the trust you place in my work and will strive to meet your expectations. Please let me know if you have any additional details or themes you’d like me to emphasize in the revision. Regards, [Name]

You hit send with a mixture of satisfaction and dread, knowing full well he’d find a way to be unbearable in his reply. Sure enough, it came through after less than an hour of tinkering with your sketch work.

Subject: RE: RE: Upcoming Cover Design Rohan Kishibe: 11:18 AM [Name], I’m pleased to hear you’ll make the necessary adjustments. Your willingness to adapt is commendable, though I’d prefer if you didn’t wait a full week to provide the revisions. My readers don’t appreciate delays, and neither do I. Regarding additional themes: incorporate more contrast in the composition. The intensity I’m referring to should feel… intense. Something that reflects the chaotic nature of the storyline without being overly on-the-nose. Subtlety is key. I assume you can handle that? Additionally, I’m aware how my actions might have come across in a certain elevator this past weekend. I’m sorry if you found it inconvenient. Consider this my apology. Best Regards, Rohan Kishibe

Your jaw tightened as you read his reply.

First of all, the intensity needed to be intense????

Sorry, no- one more time. The intensity… needed to be… intense.

This was a new low, even for him.

Second, ‘Apology?’ Sure, that response was generous, but come on… did the guy even have manners? Honestly, you were more thrown off by the fact he went out of his way to mention the elevator; he had done it so casually.

And, 'I assume you can handle that?' Ugh.

He’d also finally decided to use your fucking name, the egocentric self-centered narcist-

Then there was that godforsaken opening sentence.

Your willingness to adapt was commendable.

Self-centered as he might be, Rohan was not the kind of person to feign praise. The notion itself was laughable. This was Rohan Kishibe, after all. He didn’t hesitate to knock others down a peg when presented with the opportunity; why would he compliment someone unless they were absolutely deserving of it?

And he’d done it twice now.

Why were you so caught-up on the one sentence in the email that wasn't entirely infuriating? Why did he follow it up with the most condescending question imaginable? Why didn’t he just look for a different person to do the job all together if you were so subpar?

The message was giving you whiplash, to say the least.

Although you were miles away, you could practically see the stupid smirk on his face as you read the half-assed attempt at regret.

Should you even mention it?

No—you didn’t need to ask yourself that question. He was the one who brought it up; there was no way you could even think about dropping the subject without at least acknowledging how irritating he was being. If he fired you, he fired you. That was your mindset.

Subject: RE: RE: RE: Upcoming Cover Design Outgoing Mail: 11:27 AM Mr. Kishibe, I’ll aim to have the revised concepts to you sooner than anticipated. I understand the importance of staying on schedule and will prioritize your project accordingly. As for the elevator incident: thank you for the acknowledgment, though I’d hardly call your note an apology. I’ll let it slide this time, as I’m sure your schedule is as intense as your themes. Regarding contrast: I’ll incorporate it into the composition and ensure it aligns with your vision. Respectfully, [Name]

Was the connotation too much? No. Not enough? Maybe.

Yes.

Definitely yes.

You could probably fill a book with all the things you wanted to scream at the man, if you were being honest; if given one chance to speak freely with no fear of backlash, you could probably lecture him for hours about this super cool concept called ‘empathy.’

But you couldn't afford to be blunt. This was Rohan, for fucks sake; the man probably wouldn’t respond to direct confrontation at all. No. He expected you to speak his language. You had to be petty.

So, you settled for a closing that could read as sarcastic; one with enough plausible deniability that it could be brushed off if confronted about it’s impoliteness; one that you so very desperately wanted to add an opposing prefix to; one that would have been uttered through gritted teeth if spoken to his face.

To your credit, you did take a moment to consider if it was worth it.

But as far as you were concerned, a little bit of backtalk was entirely justifiable under the living hell that was working for Rohan Kishibe.

Besides, its not like an inauthentic email sign-off ever hurt anybody.

When you finally hit the send button, a small sense of pride found itself nestled in your stomach. You weren't going to let the man steamroll you entirely.

But, as you'd anticipated, his response came swiftly—and, of course, only made things worse.

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: Upcoming Cover Design Rohan Kishibe: 11:31 AM [Name], Your dedication to the project is noted. I’m relieved to hear you’ll prioritize it, though I hope the final result will reflect the same energy as your emails. Regarding the elevator: I see no reason to dwell on it further. Let’s focus on the work at hand. I look forward to seeing the revisions, Rohan Kishibe

Your hands curled into fists. The same energy as your emails? Did he think this was a joke? And the way he dismissed the elevator incident as though it were insignificant—he made your blood boil, to say the least.

It almost seemed he was trying to provoke you.

No. Not almost. He was absolutely enjoying provoking you.

You resisted the urge to slam your forehead straight into the keyboard, opting instead to take a deep breath before typing out a measured response.

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Upcoming Cover Design Outgoing Mail: 11:34 AM Mr. Kishibe, I’ll ensure the revisions reflect the level of energy you’re looking for. Thank you for the thorough feedback, [Name]

You left it at that. Short, professional, and pointedly devoid of any acknowledgment of his sarcasm. If he wasn’t going to play nice, then you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten under your skin.

Deep down, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this back-and-forth wasn’t just about the project; better to just ignore that, though.

The bastard would probably still find a way to interpret it as a win on his end.

It started subtly enough. At first, you thought the overlapping routines were just coincidences—the man occasionally popping up at the places you liked to work, or at the quiet bookstore you frequented on weekends. But by the third time in a week, when you spotted him in the same cozy café you’d retreated to for a midday break, you got the feeling it wasn’t happenstance.

Rohan was perched at a corner table, sketchbook open in front of him, pen moving in sharp, deliberate strokes. He didn’t look up immediately, though you were sure he’d already seen you walk through the door. For a few seconds, you even debated leaving, but you’d already ordered coffee… pulling an about-face would be too conspicuous.

It wasn’t like he was bothering you or anything. Besides, you’d never be able prove it was intentional; your intuition was your only guide here, and it wasn’t a reliable source by any means.

So, you decided to muscle through; you paid him no mind, the same way you had been for the entirety of your employment.

You were halfway to your usual table when his voice cut through the low hum of the brunch crowd chatter, deviating from routine to call your name aloud; to acknowledge your presence for once.

Your stomach twisted at how smoothly he said it, like it was a tool he alone wielded to unsettle you. But, there were people around; this was a public space. And since making a scene was not on your to-do list, you had no choice but to turn reluctantly, meeting his gaze without masking your irritation.

Rohan leaned back in his chair, his pen poised lazily in one hand as he looked up at you. “What are the odds?”

“Getting smaller every day,” you said flatly with a sarcastic smile, gripping the coffee cup tighter.

He smirked, unbothered by the jab—if he’d even noticed it. “Well, since fate insists on throwing us together, why not make the most of it? Sit with me.”

You blinked. He wasn’t asking? He was seriously pretending this was coincidence?

“Fate?” you sneered impulsively before adjusting your tone to one that was more acceptable, “Why?”

“Coworker bonding,” he said, the words dripping with mock sincerity as he waved his hand dismissively. “Or at least, that’s what I’ll call it- I could use a second opinion on some things.”

“Are you going to pay me a consultation fee?” You snarked, cocking your head to one side. “I’m not your editor, Rohan.”

He pursed his lips disapprovingly, “You know, most people would jump at the chance to take creative control on a project like-”

“I’m working,” you cut him off firmly, holding up your messenger bag as proof.

“Perfect. So am I.” He gestured to the chair across from him, flicking his head towards the seat slightly. “Call it what you want—professional development, if you will. Even if it does look like a breakfast outing or study date.”

Your brow furrowed, patience wearing thin. “What, like we’re in fucking university?”

“Thank god we’re not,” he said, his smirk widening. “I would’ve been insufferable if I’d gone. You, on the other hand…” His eyes squinted, piercing with something that made you want to roll yours… like he wasn’t insufferable now.

“Are you assuming I didn’t?” You interjected, determined not to hear whatever assumption he was about to make. “Not all of us struck gold at sixteen. Normal people spend years trying to build a sliver of your reputation. Can you fathom that?”

“I’m shocked you know how old I was,” he quipped instantly, tilting his head forward slightly—of course that was his biggest takeaway from your statement. “What, did they make you write a report on your favorite artist while you were there or something? What else do you know about me?”

There was an insane amount of arrogance needed to make a claim like that without hesitation—to outright assume and definitively state that you’d idolized him at one point in time. He was right, of course, but still.

You returned the comment with a similar air of superiority, tone cutting through his bullshit. “I know your favorite thing to talk about is yourself, but I actually have things to do today.”

“So do them here. That’s what you were planning on doing anyways, right?” He was unbelievable.

You just sighed, weighing your options. On one hand, sitting with him was the last thing you wanted to do. On the other, your usual table was already taken, and if you left now, he’d surely get an inflated ego about it. He’d drawn attention to the fact, for fucks sake; there was no way he’d refrain from mentioning it in an email if given the opportunity. You certainly didn’t need to give the man more ammunition. Plus, he had been… different… over your recent correspondences, to put it politely. Maybe you could give him the benefit of the doubt, just this once.

You didn’t need to watch your tone, you weren't sitting in a professional office or anything. Anyways, you had already made up your mind a week ago that if he fired you, he fired you. It was starting to feel like the preferable option, honestly. If he terminated you, you’d still be on his payroll until your contract ended. Same hourly rate with a decreased chance of pulling out your own hair; it didn’t sound that bad.

“Fine,” you grumbled, admitting compliance as you fell into the seat across from him. “But only if you keep your mouth shut, I have actual work to do and my client is a prick about deadlines.”

You tossed your folder down on the table in front of him, making no effort to hide the name on the cover. Adrenaline rushed through your body as you watched him read it. “Oh, very funny.”

If the comment upset him, he did well at hiding the fact—that smile taking your attention away from the storm you had anticipated approaching. As you adjusted yourself in the seat, Rohan assured you that he’d keep his head down, though the smug look on his face gave you the feeling he’d break that promise sooner rather than later.

To your mild surprise—and to a certain extent, irritation—he mostly kept to himself at first, sketching quietly while you opened your portfolio to pull up the concepts for his cover design. Occasionally, you’d catch him glancing out of the corner of his eye, but you refused to look up. All things considered, the man was leaving you alone like you’d requested, best not to enable his interruptive tendencies.

It wasn’t until twenty minutes in that he finally broke the silence.

“Do you always work like this?” He asked, judgement mixing with disbelief as he let out a dramatic sigh.

You didn’t look away from the page. “Like what?”

“So focused,” he said. “You barely even look up. I’m sitting right here, you know?”

“Believe it or not, the world doesn’t revolve around you,” you replied dryly. You were working on his project right now; why couldn't he let you do the job in peace?

Rohan chuckled at the statement before speaking with a lighthearted tempo, “What a brainless thing to suggest.”

You snapped your head up, preparing to shoot him a quick glare, but his expression caught you off guard entirely. Was that… a joke? Self awareness? Sarcasm? Holy shit; he looked so annoyingly pleased with himself that you couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't an impressive feat by any means—in fact, it was more a soundless chuckle at best—but the man seemed satisfied with the result.

For a second, it felt like you might have actually had common ground… then Rohan opened his mouth, “No but really, lighten up. It’s like you have horse blinders on.”

Yup. The fantasy was ruined when you remembered this was Rohan Kishibe you were talking to. Besides, you still needed to focus.

You kept your reply short, hoping he’d get the hint as you turned back to the task at hand, “Unless I’m home.”

“What distracts you at home?” Rohan pushed, voice making you grind your teeth in slight frustration.

Significantly less than what distracts me here, apparently. “Neighbors dog.”

Your tone was so hostile you were sure he’d get the point, but maybe you’d given him too much credit.

“Figured. So you came here instead? Took the initiative?”

He figured? If you cared more, you might have made fun of him for misspeaking in his rush to seem witty… but, you didn’t. So you kept your answer as concise as possible. “Yup.”

“You know, I just find it interesting,” he continued, leaning forward slightly. “How is it someone with such strong opinions about me can still work so diligently on my projects?”

Your fingers froze around the pen in your hand, stomach dropping slightly at the breach in professionalism. You looked up slowly, eyes narrowing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” he said innocently, though the curve of his mouth suggested otherwise.

“Then don’t say it.” You said, looking back down at your work with the same apathetic demeanor.

Out of your peripheral, you saw that he tilted his head, studying you like some kind of puzzle he was determined to solve. “You’ve got a sharp tongue when you’re defensive,” he said, leaning back in his chair.

You felt a compelling urge to pour your coffee in his lap, but you didn’t need an assault lawsuit on top of dealing with his constant pestering. “Are you aware that you’re exhausting.”

“You’re still here,” he mentioned, voice quieter this time. “If I’m so exhausting, why is that?”

Your fingers clenched around the pen, any tighter and you might have even snapped it. “Because I’m not easily pushed away from a paycheck. And believe it or not, I enjoy the work; I appreciate a good challenge.”

Rohan’s expression shifted slightly, and for a moment, you thought you saw something almost remorseful in his eyes. But then he smiled again, and whatever vulnerability you’d thought you’d seen vanished. “I’m flattered you consider me worthy of the honor-”

You furrowed your brows as you cut him off… you couldn’t help yourself, he made it so easy. “Who said the challenge was you?”

The patronizing tone was jarring, even to your own ears. Understandably, Rohan jerked his shoulders back slightly—like he was offended at this dismissal. As you locked eyes with him, you almost had to bite your tongue to keep a straight face, especially once he looked like he was questioning your sincerity.

You didn’t keep the composure for long, facade breaking like a burst dam as you enjoyed the look of sheer confusion on the man. It was refreshing, to say the least.

As soon as he caught on, he broke out into a grin. Then he laughed. Truly laughed.

The man was even pinching the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in disbelief. It felt so… genuine.

To say you were shocked was a bit of an understatement. In one sitting, the walking nightmare was starting to seem like he wasn’t that bad after all. He had a subtle sense of self awareness about him, like he knew he came across rude to those outside of arms reach.

Although you weren’t looking to excuse his horrid attempts at socialization, for a moment you considered that he acted like god’s gift to mankind because it was expected of him. If that was the Rohan you’d encountered in the elevator, it sure felt like someone entirely different was sitting across from you.

Maybe ‘Rohan Kishibe the critically acclaimed artist,’ and ‘Rohan Kishibe, your business associate and neighbor,’ didn’t need to be the same thing.

He even seemed like somewhat of a people person. What the fuck?

Maybe you’d misjudged him through his emails. Maybe you had misread intentions. Maybe he just didn't socialize well with strangers. Maybe running into him again wasn't that bad after all- no.

Those were excuses.

He still hadn't apologized.

He still was weird.

And he was still an intolerable asshole.

But you weren't as opposed to the notion of spending time with him as you had been last week. In fact, you’d even say that your time with the man was productive.

It was surprisingly easier working face to face when the person actually knew what they were talking about, and it was surprisingly comforting having the man watch every step of the process. His feedback in real time was admittedly still a bit frustrating, but it no longer felt pointed in your direction.

That wasn’t to say he had completely abandoned his inner control freak, though.

“Why don’t we-” he’d say on occasion, usually as a precursor to some minor change.

You’d cut him off every time. “We?”

And every time, his sigh got more exaggerated as he corrected himself. “Why don’t you-”

By the time the afternoon began winding down, you’d actually managed to get a decent amount of work done, despite his intermittent commentary.

But you were tired.

So, without making a spectacle, you collected your belongings with practiced stealth before standing, eager to escape before he found another excuse to keep you there.

“Leaving so soon?” he asked, glancing up from his sketchbook.

You scoffed, leaving out your usual harshness. “Some of us have lives.”

“Hmm.” He closed the sketchbook, tucking it into his bag. “Well, before you go…”

He pulled out a single sheet of paper, sliding it across the table. After a moment of hesitation, you reached forward to pick it up, eyes widening as you took in the sketch.

It was a small panel, inked with his signature sharp lines and dramatic shading. The drawing itself was a stylized depiction of the two of you standing in that goddamned elevator, your expression frozen somewhere between irritation and disbelief while he stood beside you, looking as smug—and stupid—as ever.

At the bottom, in neat, precise lettering, were the words:

Sorry I was an ass.

- your favorite mangaka, rk

Your lips twitched, torn between a smile and a scowl. “Was?”

Rohan smirked. “Don’t push it—that’s a priceless gift in your hands. I even signed it. You could sell it for a small fortune, though I doubt you’ll want to part with something so sentimental.”

You rolled your eyes at the statement, putting the paper in the center fold of your sketchbook and tucking it into your bag. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re still here,” he said, shooing you away with his hand.

With a roll of your eyes, you slung the bag over your shoulder and headed for the door, heart annoyingly lighter than it had been all day.

The back-and-forth emails had become something of a ritual. You weren’t sure if it was more irritating or amusing, but you couldn’t deny that Rohan’s correspondence had a way of adding something to your day—even if that something was making you roll your eyes so hard you were worried they’d get stuck.

Subject: RE: Minor Adjustments (Again) Rohan Kishibe: 8:00 PM [Name], Your latest draft is… acceptable. However, the color balance is still off. The title should pop against the background—currently, it looks as though it’s trying to hide. I’ve attached some notes. Please address them promptly, as this cover needs to be finalized soon. Time is of the essence, though I’m sure you can manage. I must say, though, the linework around the central figure is almost tolerable. Progress, perhaps? Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Sincerely, Rohan Kishibe

You pinched the bridge of your nose, groaning softly before typing out a response.

‘Progress perhaps?’ Eat shit. ‘Lets not get ahead of ourselves??’

Three weeks ago, you might have punched a hole through the monitor... but now?

Now, It was finally time for your favorite part of the day: the part where you get tell Rohan to go fuck himself sideways via vague corporate lingo.

What could you say? It was fun.

Subject: RE: RE: Minor Adjustments (Again) Outgoing Mail: 8:14 PM Dear Mr. Kishibe, Your feedback has been noted, though I must respectfully disagree with your assessment of the title’s “hiding.” If anything, I believe it’s your excessive attachment to overly dramatic fonts that’s the issue. But who am I to question the artistic genius of Morioh’s most renowned mangaka? I’ll make the adjustments as you’ve requested, though I can’t promise they’ll meet your very exacting standards. You’ll have the revised draft within two business days. Perhaps sooner, if the stars align. Thanks for nothing, [Name]

Was that too far? Not by a long shot. Besides, you were fairly certain a new boundary had been established in these exchanges; he hadn’t flown off the handle when you’d been short with him in person, so to an extent, this was okay. If he was going to be an asshole, you had every right to be one as well. It certainly made things more interesting, and as much as you hated to admit it, it was starting to sharpen your artistic skills. The wonders of constructive collaboration and whatnot.

Not that you’d ever tell him that.

Before you could dwell on it any further, Rohan’s reply snapped you back to reality. He’d answered almost immediately, as if he’d been waiting for your message.

Subject: RE: RE: RE: Minor Adjustments (Again) Rohan Kishibe: 8:18 PM [Name], “Renowned” feels like an understatement, but I’ll allow it. As for the fonts—my preferences have been the foundation of this project’s success. Were it not for my impeccable taste, your designs would lack any sense of cohesion. But, as you so eloquently put it, who are you to question genius? Flattery only gets you so far when you bury it under blatant sarcasm. I don’t like that. That said, if my input is such a burden, we could always part ways. I’m sure there are plenty of smaller clients who would find your work… adequate. You’re welcome for everything, Rohan Kishibe

You just stared at the email, teeth grinding as you tried to figure out if he was serious or just trying to get a rise out of you. He'd even retaliated the closing, for crying out loud... But either way, you weren’t about to let him win.

If he fired you, he fired you. How many times did you have to say it?

Dot dot dot, adequate?

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: Minor Adjustments (Again) Outgoing Mail: 8:29 PM Mr. Kishibe, As tempting as it is to cut ties, I’m afraid I’ll have to decline your invitation to do so. While I do have smaller clients, none are quite as consistent or profitable as you. It would be irresponsible to abandon my primary source of income—no matter how challenging it might be to work with said source. Besides, you don’t seem the type to settle for adequacy in the first place. If that’s truly how you perceive my skill set, I have plenty of associates I’m sure would be acceptable. I’ll be sure to warn them of your patronizing tendencies and uncanny ability to find a flaw in everything. Rest assured, I value this partnership far too much to let minor frustrations—like your relentless micromanagement—get in the way. I look forward to your continued patronage. As for the 'blatant sarcasm,' it wasn’t my goal for you to like it 👍 [Name]

Good lord that felt good; you could get addicted to a feeling like that. There was even a pause in his response! Like he’d ignored it entirely! If he fired you, he fired you!

For a moment you wondered if you’d finally left him speechless, though you doubted it.

Rohan was nothing if not relentless.

But when his next email arrived, it wasn’t what you had expected. It wasn’t what you’d expected at all.

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Minor Adjustments (Again) Rohan Kishibe: 8:57 PM Mr. Kishibe? What happened to ‘dear’? You know, you have an interesting way of expressing gratitude. If I’m your primary source of income, shouldn’t you be more accommodating? Willing to bend a bit more? Grateful, even? I’m beginning to think we should discuss this in person, this little quarrel over the thing that I pay you to do. We could meet for dinner, perhaps? My treat, of course—I wouldn’t want you to strain your budget. After all, leeching off me must be exhausting. I’ll even make it worth your time. There are a few other things we need to discuss, and I’d rather not leave them to the limitations of email. Let me know your availability. Additionally, I would hope you agree that the last time we collaborated over a meal, it ended up being somewhat enjoyable; I might even argue efficient. I look forward to actual productivity from you instead of whatever this is. Pretend this is a heartfelt signoff, Rohan Kishibe

Your eyes widened, the cursor blinking in front of you as your brain tried to process the words. Dinner? Rohan Kishibe? Somewhat enjoyable? Whatever this is?

You weren’t sure whether to laugh, scream, or immediately respond without thinking it through.

What would you even say? ‘Hey are you going to fire me?’

Did he even do any work when you’d seen him last?

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Minor Adjustments (Again) Re: 9:05 PM Dear Mr. Kishibe, While I’m sure your invitation comes from a place of pure professionalism, I can’t help but feel… wary. That said, curiosity (and bribery) is a powerful motivator, and I’d be remiss to decline without hearing what you have to say. I have no demanding plans the weekend after next; set a time, and I’ll consider it. Pretend this is a devastatingly witty insult, [Your Name]

The response came within minutes; short and straight to the point, and he’d immediately sent a follow-up. That was a first...

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Minor Adjustments (Again) Rohan Kishibe: 9:07 PM I'm wounded. That was truly devastating and brutal. Rohan Kishibe

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Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Minor Adjustments (Again) Rohan Kishibe: 9:07 PM Consider it set. Saturday evening, 7 PM. I’ll send you the details as soon as I make a reservation. Insincerely, Rohan Kishibe

You just stared at the screen, stomach dropping as you realized what you’d might have just agreed to. A reservation?

Whatever Rohan had in mind, you had a feeling it wouldn’t be anything you were prepared for.

But when had you ever been prepared for something the man did?

a/n: is this technically stalking? yes. yes it is. this entire thing feels like that one “um, hr” meme. don't be surprised if I go dark for a bit, school this week is odd and I have a bunch of writing to do. Unfortunately, I am soooo dyslexic and literally have a shut off point for looking at words before it just gets frustrating. That being said, I do have this one outlined to a half decent ending, but if you have any suggestions for directions you'd take it, I am all ears!

also how do we feel about the small text? Not opposed to making it normal, just seeing if it makes the yapping easier to digest so lmk if you have a preference!!

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Kishibe Rohan x Reader SFW + NSFW

Anon said: “Consider Rohan sfw and nsfw hcs? And in nsfw Rohan could be a top,,? Prrtty pleade hhh, since there is only one work of Rohan ;;”

I hope these are good, not too familiar with Rohan, so I hope you like it!

Wanna know what I’m willing to write? Rules here!

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS: Making out, stands used in inappropriate ways, fingering, voyeurism, dildos, fucking machines, spanking, hand jobs, blow jobs, oral, face fucking, cock warming, nipple play, nude modelling. 

Word Counts: 2201

SFW

Rohan is a jackass who cares. In the beginning, he’s very private and stand-offish, but he does warm up to you eventually, though he’s still nicer in private than he is in public. He claims this is because he’s a “celebrity” and can’t have his fans see you too close together yada, yada. It’s bullshit and you know it, but you have the feeling it’s because he’s not used to people being close to him. 

Yes, he does have a binder dedicated to paintings, drawings, sketches, etc. all for you. Some are a little on the artistically lewd side, but most of them are of your hands holding something or your smile, your face and shoulders. Some of them he asked you to model for, others he quickly sketched down while you weren’t paying attention and then finished later.

When he’s not holed up inside, he enjoys walking down to either parts of Morioh where he can people watch or down to the park where he can study wildlife (and maybe draw you playing with ducks). 

You are literally never bored in his house. He has every book under the earth and so many loose painting supplies that he painfully lets you use to fool around. (Though let’s be honest, He likes that you take an interest in his job and would be more than happy to give you tips.)

You know what? Rohan is a backseat artist. He watches every stroke you make over your shoulder and tells you maybe you should move the hand this way to make it more natural or add some light shading here to make it dynamic. It may come off as a little pretentious at first, but if you keep with it, he’ll notice the improvement and (occasionally) tell you how good you’re doing while being a total blushing mess.

    You sat in the window seat, knees up with your back against the wall. Resting on your thighs was a sketchbook. Currently, you were just idly drawing lines of shading onto a face. Rohan himself was also busy colouring in his most recent page, though every now and then he would catch himself looking up at your silhouette, lit up by the light in some kind of halo effect.

     Finally, he caved in to his curiosity. Setting down his pencils, he strode over to you. You didn’t notice until his face manifested itself over your shoulder. Startled, you jumped, causing your pencil to make a long line on your artwork. 

     “Jesus, warn me next time.” You said, grabbing your eraser.

     “Have you been struggling with the nose?” He completely ignores you, still staring at your drawing. The paper was clearly marked up by the eraser with deeper marks from where the pencil was.

     “Yeah, actually. It’s either too big or too small. Kind of just gave up.” You carefully tried to erase the long line but wound up taking away parts that you were actually happy with.

     “Be more gentle with the pencil, it’ll make it easier to erase.” He suggested with a monotone.

     “I tried-”

     “And then you got frustrated and pushed harder. I admire your persistence, however, if something isn’t to your liking, walk away and come back. Remember to look at the picture as a whole, not just the nose.” You rolled your eyes, gently tossing your pencil onto the window seat. As much as you wanted to appreciate the advice, you had heard it all before. You were getting sick of it, frankly.

     Rohan took note of your agitation, studying your face carefully. “You’ve improved, though!” You looked up, a little shocked. What? “The eyes are well done and your shading is very even. Good job.” 

     What? Your cheeks grew hot. That was the first bit of praise you had heard from him. About your drawing, at least. He looked down into your eyes, then felt his own face getting hot. He turned away. “Go take a break. I’ll help you when you get back in an hour. I’ll be timing you, don’t be late.”

Like I have said, he’s not overly fond of affection in public (in the beginning), but he can’t deny that holding your hand or feeling you on his arm makes him feel pretty good. The first few times, he’s internally a mess, though he won’t show anything other than a light tint of blush on his cheeks. But when he’s relaxing at home, he enjoys having you under his arm, leaning against him or with one of your heads in the other’s lap. He’s not used to people and even less so used to affection, but can be worked up to being more comfortable with stuff like kissing in front of the Morioh gang and the like.

When he’s comfortable, he is so cocky. Like, boarder line makes out with you in front of literally anyone just to prove you’re his S/O. This always makes you blush so much (unless you’re into that.) More often than not, he’ll have an arm around your shoulders, hand in pocket, looking so smug and proud and cool. 

Pet names? He can either go one of two ways, depending on his mood. Either it’s just your name or babe OR it is every teasing name under the sun. Oh, darling can you do this for me? Oh, baby, oh, honey, oh, my love, oh, my flower. It’s usually used to get something from you or to get you to do something a little out of the box.

I can see Rohan as being the kind of person who is very strict about his bath time and hates when people interrupt him. On the rare occasion, he’ll let you in with him with the promise of either massaging him or something else *wink, wink*

NSFW (Dominant specifically)

Rohan literally does not shut up during sex. Praise, degradation, mocking, you name it! As a writer and an artist, he knows how to stitch words together in a masterful way that never fails to make you hot in the face.

Uh, yeah. He’s used Heaven’s Door on you before. Did he do it to learn your kinks? Maybe to put some kind of loose control over you in certain situations? Looking for people you find attractive for potential erm... art inspiration (voyeurism)? The world will never know.

Staying-on brand with HD, he absolutely uses it to learn everything that you enjoy in the bedroom. He knows how to make you squirm, where to push to make you scream, how to make you beg. He knows everything.

Particularly enjoys using this “power” to finger you, pressing into every sweet spot (that he made more sensitive with HD), licking over the edges of your hole in a way that just makes you dumb (either hole, not picky!)

     A delicate finger was trailed up your twitching hole, making you shiver. Rohan had already stretched you open enough for it to easily slip in again. You were so sensitive from being teased over and over again, but with no relief that you cried out, tears threatening to burst forward.

     He curled his finger up into a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves, slowly pushing into it more. You groaned and whined, blabbering out his name along with various ways to beg. He shushed you carelessly, sounding annoyed by your desperation. God, you wish you could move! You would give anything to be impaled by him right now. Or anything for that matter.

     He removed the digit quickly, then promptly smacked your ass with a flat hand.

     “Quiet.” You had no choice but to listen to him, involuntarily shutting your mouth and stifling your whimpers. “If you want something, be polite about it. Do you know how to be polite?”

     You nodded your head, a single tear trailed down your cheek. Your hole was teased again, repeating the same process as before. Rohan was such an asshole, but god if you didn’t love it.

If you have established a relationship where he has complete control over everything you say or do, he will abuse it so much. Just, tells you to sit still, turns on a wand or vibrator and just tortures you to the point of tears. You can talk, he didn’t take that away (mostly because he wants to hear you beg), but the position he put you in on top of the order. It’s too much for you. 

He’ll do the same with a dildo, a fucking machine, his own dick, does not matter! Once you give him that power, RIP to your organs.

Alright, now. Voyeurism. This man is a freak and does not try to hide it when it’s under the guise of “art.” Again, if established, he will hire random people to do whatever he wants to you. If you’re okay with it, he’ll record it for later research. 

Rohan is a weird jealous type, so he checks out every person you meet and makes sure they’re perfect (ie. not competition and someone you’ll enjoy). Very rarely does he let you pick out the people. Like I said, he’s a weird jealous type. Likes to see you with other people, but not with other people, you know?

There is only one person who he considers competition that he wants you to fuck at least once and it’s Jotaro. Are we surprised? No. Dude is built like a god and has the goods to match. Even Rohan can’t deny it. He would probably want to join in as well, but Jotaro would never do anything like that.

Mmmm, punishments for being bratty? Ooooh, yes. Smack my ass like a drum! Makes you count, absolutely. If he’s in a bitchy, lazy mood he’ll use a paddle or something like that, other than that, he uses his hands. 

As you’ve probably surmised, he likes having control over you in the bedroom, so it’s no surprise he also enjoys tying you up and has a particular fondness for swings where he’ll hang you up and tease you until you can barely walk. 

I mentioned baths in the SFW section, now let me elaborate. Doesn’t like sex in the bath, he hates when the water gets everywhere, but loves when you worship him while scrubbing him down and will allow you to work him up with a light hand job. This usually leads to a blowjob of some kind whether it’s gentle or rough.

Speaking of! His favourite part of sex is probably oral. From sucking bruises into each other’s necks, rough kissing, right down to holding you against the wall and choking you with his dick. Or a dildo, if he wants something a little more adventurous like mirror sex with him taking you from behind and making you watch yourself choke over and over again.

Cock warming is only ever used as punishment for being too needy, but he will keep you in his lap until you’re in tears. He is absurdly patient when it comes to sex.

     You whined, grinding yourself onto Rohan’s dick. He chuckled before letting out a theatrical sigh. Your grip on his shoulders got harder and you buried your face into his neck more.

     “What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” He trailed a soft, teasing hand up your thigh. “You wanted attention, yes? Then, why are you complaining? Now, up, I need another look at my reference.”

     You sighed, tired and riled up at the same time. With new vigour, you sat up, leaning back to show your artist his latest obsession. He hummed in appreciation, taking a minute to admire his muse before licking a warm stripe up your sternum making you gasp. He stopped, giving you a look of warning.

     “Don’t move.” You gave him a curt nod, trying your best to follow your command while he returned his tongue to your chest, exploring your skin’s taste. He flicked over your nipple with the tip, testing your resolve before wrapping his lips around it, sucking harshly. A moan fought its way through your throat as he became more feverous with his suckling. 

     Rohan hummed with you, theatrically mulling over the saltiness, then switching to the next one. Satisfied with the redness around your nipples, he pulls back, looking you over once again. A lightbulb seems to go off in his head and he reaches for his sketchbook which only made his cock shift inside you, rubbing against your walls in a delightfully painful way.

     “Rohan-sensei,” you moaned out. Admittedly, you didn’t like calling him that, but he insisted you call him sensei during times like this. 

     “Stop moving, you’re ruining the picture,” he chided. “Go back to the way you were, darling.” He leaned back, rolling his hips into you to punctuate his words as well as tease you. 

Model nude for him. Whether you like it or not, he will ask you to do it and, if he’s in a sexy mood, you will be asked to do uncomfortable positions that will definitely leave you sore the next day. “It highlights how the muscles work for a new character I’m drawing” or so he says. Other than that, he’ll just let you pick somewhere comfortable and sexy to lie down.