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tenjiiku · 1 year

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sakura in the morning

“You’re pouting.”

A hand is placed on your head. You practically growl at the assailant’s touch and voice. Inhaling the tobacco from your cigarette, you do not have the tenacity to blow the smoke in his face, which angers you even more.

“Fuck off.” You opt to growl.

Kishibe doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t leave. And he doesn’t get mad. He just stands there — taking your violence — and that disarms you the most. You do not know how he found you at Mizumoto Park of all places, and you do not bother trying to ponder on that notion too long.

“You’re upset.” He states annoyingly, reminding you of your current predicament.

You slap his hand off from your head. He doesn’t even flinch.

You sigh an exasperated, “Leave me alone, old man.”

Kishibe coughs, unbothered by your crass behaviour. You narrow your eyes at him, having to crane your head from where he stands across from you sitting on the bench, to do so. The extra effort paints a scowl on your lips.

“Funny. You’re very cute,” he pockets his large hands in his trench coat, shamelessly staring at your face — practically ogling at it.

“Hasn’t anyone told you to respect your elders?”

His self-deprecating humour does not amuse you.

“What do you want from me?”

“Can I not share a simple conversation with someone whom I’m acquainted with?”

“Stop talking like that. You sound weird.”

“Always so harsh. You know, men prefer soft-spoken women.”

“Sorry, forgot you were one.”

Kishibe smiles at your insult. You put up a middle finger with your free hand, tapping the end of your cigarette with your other. He takes a seat beside you and the scent of coffee greets you. His heat radiates off of him — and a cynical part of you is annoyed at that — recalling how long it has been since you have lost yours. Still, you don’t try to push him off the bench, knowing the likelihood of you achieving that is tantamount of you succeeding in resurrecting your fiancée from the dead.

Suddenly, you remember.

Kishibe is here because he cannot be.

A silence befalls you both. For a moment you can forget about this block of a man whose hands have been drenched in blood, no doubt countless of times. His lifestyle is not anything new. You’ve met — fallen in love with, shared a brief life with, had a child with — those like him before.

The conversation you make is all the same.

“Have you eaten?”

“No.”

“How long have you been here?”

“After I dropped Kana off at school.”

“And when was that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe ten.”

“How is she, by the way?”

“Good. Great, even — actually.”

You think he does this little routine so you will not do anything rash — anything he cannot control. It makes you sick and elated at the same time, knowing how much he understands of you and how little you can say about him.

Kishibe is an enigma of a man. He always had been. You met him nearly three years ago at a work drinking party at your fiancée’s favourite izakaya in Hokkaido. You had always known he was there, lurking in the background — but never indulged in his company.

Not like you do now, at least.

You remembered being the only two on that fateful night being able to hold your beers. And you remember while you had to carry your future fiancée home that night, he carried his love, as well. You would say that a mutual amusement from that parallel had blossomed, but nothing more had sprouted.

How pitiful it was that now both of your objects of affection were six feet under. Really, you could laugh. So you do — you start to laugh. It starts small then grows hysterical and your cigarette falls out of your mouth and hands.

Kishibe stares at you blankly.

Maybe you have already gone insane.

Kishibe reaches for something in his pocket. He takes a pack of cigarettes out, handing one out to you. You take it without a word, and he fishes out a lighter which he passes as well.

When you light your new cigarette, is when he starts.

“Have you ever heard of the tale of the old man who made flowers bloom?”

You do not answer, staring blankly at your boots. He continues anyway, staring at you.

“Long ago there lived an elderly couple, an old man and his wife, in a village deep within the mountains. On a fateful morning, when the old man was tending to his crops, he happened upon a sickly stray dog in the field, who the couple quickly took in and named Shiro.”

A wind passes by. You cough at the tobacco, leaning your head back against the bench’s wooden back. Kishibe turns his frame towards your, crossing his left leg over yours, and stretching his arm out to brush at your hair.

You let him, because it feels nice.

“One day, when the man was out feeding his crops as usual, Shiro gestured to him to dig at the ground of the small fig tree the man had planted many months prior. When he did, the owner had found untouched gold coins in the dirt.”

You hum a sigh of relief as the rough calluses on his fingers touch your scalp like no one else has before. You open your eyes and stare into his darker ones. The light blond in his hair is jaded, and some of his natural dark hair strands hiding beneath them are finally visible.

He looks at you, waiting for something. You lightly lift your head up, he places a palm on the wood, and you rest your cheek on his warm hand. You sigh, losing yourself in his eyes and letting him touch your softer skin.

This is part of the routine — you say to yourself — trying to reason about this strangely intimate setting. It is only a routine.

“Their neighbour, an old man who lived alone, caught wind of this gold-finding dog and stole Shiro one night when the couple were sleeping. He instructed Shiro to help him find gold coins. When Shiro did, only for the neighbour to find snakes in the ground instead, he had grown so furious he killed Shiro.”

You smirk a little, laughing darkly, “Geez.”

The sides of Kishibe’s lips twitch. A heat simmers on your cheeks when you watch his stubbly chin wobble.

“The neighbour had told the couple that he had found Shiro dead in his backyard. The old couple were devastated, but buried Shiro under their wilting fig tree,” Kishibe’s ministrations on your cheek seem to become more intense and concentrated, “And that very night, Shiro came to the kind man in a dream. He told him to cut down the fig tree, make a mortar from it, and pound rice into the mortar.”

“Hmm, then what happened?” You sigh, inhaling from your cigarette and resting in Kishibe’s warmth. You feel somewhat like a stray cat he has taken in. Normally it would make you furious, but you were growing too old for such behaviour and it was about time you faced your feelings rather than run from them.

At least that’s what you are trying to do. Kishibe sees right through you though. Maybe that’s why he pinches your cheek — and maybe that’s why you smile for the first time that day, genuinely.

“When the old couple did as Shiro told, the rice put into the mortar turned into gold. But when the conniving neighbour stole their mortar, the rice turned into mud, and so he destroyed it, burning it into ash.”

“Shiro must’ve cursed him, what bad luck.” You laugh.

“Perhaps,” Kishibe’s eyes form slight moon crescents, a smirk painting his visage, “Anyway, Shiro again returned to the man in a dream. He told him to take the ashes of the mortar and sprinkle it on growing sakura trees. When he did, they bloomed marvellously, and the Daimyo who happened to be passing by at the time, was amazed and showered the man with many gifts.”

“When the neighbour attempted the same thing, the ashes only blew into the Daimyo's eyes — and he was sentenced to many years in prison.”

You scoff, “What a noble lord.”

Kishibe brushes stray hair that’s fallen and covers your eyes behind your ear. He’s seemed to have only come in closer. You can smell his rustic breath and the scent of Miyagikyo Single Malt on his person. It is old — more mature than you at the moment. It is exactly what you need — exactly what you desire.

“When the neighbour was finally released, his village would not let him live there anymore. And no matter where he travelled, with his wicked ways, misfortune followed and he could never find a new home.”

You stare at Kishibe, not breaking eye contact even as he finishes his small little story. You blow smoke into his face and he does not even flinch.

You lift yourself from out of his touch. And when you note the slightest of trembles arise from the palm you were resting on, is when you begin to worry.

“Why would you tell me this?” You question, your tone of voice reverting back to the earlier coldness.

“I recently read it in a children’s nursery book. Found it rather interesting and thought you would appreciate it as well.”

“I am not a child.”

His eyes fall to your lips, to your eyes, and, lastly, to your chest.

“I am fully aware.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “Pervert.”

You lift both your legs up, resting the heels of your feet on the edge of the wooden bench. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you inhale your cigarette, remembering it is there for you.

Funny thing is, Kishibe gave you your first one. He had given you your first everything, paradoxically.

It was before The Death, before The Relationship, before you even really knew yourself and your lover. You were sulking to him, drinking your fourth beer. Your love that had not been requited yet refused your affections. He was drinking an expensive brand of whiskey and smoking a cigarette because his lover had died that very same day. You had been eyeing the cancer stick for what seemed like many months — but in reality equated to only a couple of minutes. Your hands rested on his thigh, your mind in a haze. Kishibe’s mind must have been in a daze that night, as well, since he invited your attention. You remember something in you had lodged itself inside you — it was insatiable and greedy. Perhaps that is why only a couple of moments after that feeling had invaded you, you had taken the cigarette from Kishibe’s mouth, looked into his eyes, and placed it between your lips.

He had looked at you the way you wanted your dead fiancée to look at you, before. With carnal want. He told you.

“You’re beautiful.”

“He doesn’t think so.”

Kishibe placed a hand on your cheek, making you look at him.

“He is a fool.”

He was rather old-school. He treated you gently, and expected nothing in return. That night he took you to his home, and you never saw him again until your fiancée’s funeral, after nearly two years.

“Poor neighbour,” you murmur underneath your breath, but you know Kishibe can hear you, “He just wanted to survive.”

If you were the man in the story you would not take any of the actions he had made. The idea makes your heart pound erratically and uncontrollably. But the things you would have done as a consequence would not be any better — you admit. Rather, you think they would be even more cowardly. You can’t do things to ensure your survival — and though every now and then you could pass the sarcastic comment that you were simply not made for this world — deep down you are petrified. You are petrified of standing up, of loving, of crying, of wanting.

Kishibe terrifies you because he still wants. He has not died like you have. He is strong and you are weak. It is why this cannot happen.

“Don’t we all? He used rather nefarious means of going about it.”

His statement makes you angry. It makes you furious. Why doesn’t he hate you, yet? What can you do to make him hate you — to make him leave you permanently?

“The old couple were selfish. They hadn’t told anyone of their fortune and kept Shiro to themselves.” You spit back towards him.

You feel a chill run up your spine. You can sense his eyes on your exposed collarbones. You start to sweat when you reminisce that night in the bar. He has the same look in his eyes.

“No one cared to ask them.”

You are silenced by this. You can retaliate, you know this. You can simply say, Should they have not helped their neighbours and friends without a need for a sign? but you do not. You do not say anything. Because you know that if you do Kishibe will certainly have another easily dismissible rebuttal to spew. And you do not think you have it in you anymore to keep up with him and his wellness checks. It has become too much — and you can no longer do this same routine, ignore the look in each other’s eyes, and forget that it had happened.

You are tired.

“I have to go pick Kana up.”

You abruptly throw your cigarette onto the ground, stand up from the bench, and crush it with your warehouse metal boots.

Kishibe follows in suit, standing up with you.

“I’ll give you a ride—”

You turn towards him, eyebrows furrowed and the wrinkles on your forehead prominent.

“Listen, I appreciate your concern, I guess, for the fact that my fiancée was mutilated, right. But… this— this has become too— too much.”

You raise an exasperated hand and place it on your forehead. You can feel the temperature rise and rise in your brain. It feels like you are on fire and all Kishibe does is stare at you. All he does is care for you.

“I— I don’t need this.”

Kishibe’s visage cracks. Though his lips do not move and his eyes do not shine — you can tell that he is disappointed. When you can feel your heart clench as he crosses his arms over his wide chest, you are terrified of yourself.

“Always so harsh, woman.”

“I’m sorry it’s just—,” you are foolish, “Sometimes I feel like you’re not doing this for me.”

Your admittance seems to lighten his mood. But you do not want that either so you continue to ruin it.

“And— and other times I get the impression that you are.”

You scratch at the cut on your wrist you got from work the other day until it opens again and bleeds.

“I have no interest nor strength to go after those in your occupation, so don’t worry about that either,” you are losing your breath, “Whatever and however you think of me is most definitely wrong.”

You are scared of the dark. Kishibe thrives in it. This needs to stop before any regrets can fester.

“I don’t want you to create… false expectations,” you whisper, unintentionally. Your voice had been momentarily stuck in your throat, but you had finally managed to say the words you had wanted to tell Kishibe since your reunion six months ago.

But he is Kishibe. He is Kishibe who does not show what he feels on his face. He is Kishibe who is not bothered by the sight of blood, the smell of tobacco, and the hostility of your insolent treatment. He is Kishibe, who always gets the last laugh.

“Wow, you almost sound worried for me. I’m touched.”

You don’t even know why you bother. The scowl on your face returns in less than a millisecond.

“I’ll kill you.”

His eyes soften, ever so softly. He reaches for your hand and brings it to his lips, grazing your knuckles. You are horrified that you allow it. You are concerned at how much you like the feeling of his lips on your bones, the feeling of his stubble on your fingers, the bending of his knee as he tries to accommodate your considerably smaller frame.

“Please do.”

You show a face of disgust. He kisses your middle finger.

“I’m not doing this for you,” he kisses all the way to your thumb, “I’m doing this for me.”

“That’s a lie.” You say, trying not to stutter.

He pulls aways from your hand, his dark eyes staring into you. You fidget at the intensity.

“You’re right. I’m lying.”

Gaining consciousness, you snatch back your hand. You cradle it with your other, the one who did not receive his affection. Realising how you referred to it makes you alarmed.

“What can you possibly get from pestering a boring old widow?”

“You’re not old. You never married,”

You ignore the first part of his statement.

“So? I was going to, wasn’t I?”

Kishibe grows silent. Your heart stops. This is the first time you witnessed him pause before opening his mouth — a clear sign of him thinking. You knew Kishibe thought of everything he said, before, it is why you were so attracted to him when you first met. However, not once were you a witness to the process. It was almost as though he did not have one.

But watching him slightly furrow his brow at your inquiry, makes you realise he is just a man — no matter how many assumptions you make of him. He bleeds the same way you do.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.”

Your cheeks begin to warm. You start to sweat. You can’t do this.

“You’re disgusting,” you start, “You’re lying. Go die.”

“Keep going,” he urges. He looks almost more interested than before. You narrow your eyes. You scowl. You make ugly faces.

All Kishibe does is stare. He stares at your lips, he stares at your hand whose fingers he kissed. No matter how brutal you were, he still offered you gold. It is moments like these you wish he had the same tenacity as Shiro, but in matters concerning you he will resort to a lower level than a dog.

Rubbing your temples, you sigh, “Nothing I say will make you leave, will it?”

You look at him, silently waiting for his answer. His voice is earnest and true.

“No. Not anymore.”

You huff. You wait thirty seconds. He’s staring at your neck now. You want to know what he is thinking. But, for now, you turn your back to him and begin walking towards the parking lot.

You hear his footsteps follow you.

“Where are you going?”

You don’t look at him. You keep walking, hoping he will either turn back or stop in his tracks.

“To your car. Kana gets off in half an hour.”

He grabs your hand, and intertwines his larger fingers with yours. You pinch his palm by digging your nails into his skin, but he just looks down at your shorter frame with smug. You don’t quite know what he is to you — but he is nice, he treats you gently, he’s given you opportunities to leave him and he has also taken those steps — but you always find yourselves right back to each other.

Then he opens his mouth when you get into the driver’s seat and start the engine.

“Ahh, I knew you’d come around eventually. Are you in love with me yet?”

You turn to him, his large frame uncharacteristically sitting beside you in the passenger seat. You put a hand around the back of his seat’s head as you reverse the car.

“I will crash this car and kill us both.”

When you’ve pulled out and look back at him, he is still looking at you. He grabs the hand around him and runs your fingers gently.

“No, you won’t,” his voice is soft for the first time that day.

Your eyes soften in defeat. You don’t say anything, but you know that Kishibe is aware. He has been watching over you for a while, and like the selfish neighbour banished from his village searching for a home, you hope he does not stop.

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outpost-31 · 2 years

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Atlas' Diamond is Unbreakable Music Post

Hi mutuals. Here's that post of songs that remind me of the jojo cast. Diamond is Unbreakable for this one

* it's important to note this is NOT what I think they'd listen to by the way. this is songs from my playlists that remind me of them!! keep that in mind. if that was the case this would be drastically different

anyways under the cut this is very long.

[In order from the wiki, missing a few characters I could not possibly come up with songs for]

also some of these I'm explaining because I dont know if they're stretches or not but they make sense to ME ok. ok

Josuke Higashikata

Diamonds and Pearls - Prince

[Self-Explanatory]

I Want You - Savage Garden

[First ending song, etc etc. Just makes me think of him. Also this song was about a gay dream and.. Fits]

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

[Self-Explanatory]

Surprise of Summer - ANRI

[Self-Explanatory. Good song]

Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd

[Self-Explanatory]

Notes: I'm a Josuke enjoyer but for some reason I'm awful at assigning him songs im sorry

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Koichi Hirose

Harvey - Her's

[Self-Explanatory. Yukako]

Can't Sleep Love - Pentatonix

[Self-Explanatory]

Under Pressure - Queen

[Self-Explanatory. Also, Echoes.]

Buttercup - Jack Stauber

[no comment]

Chinese New Year - SALES

[I.. Cannot explain]

Notes: In a bit of a rush typing this one up. I have literally no idea im so sorry Koichi. love you though, man

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Okuyasu Nijimura

Harness Your Hopes - Pavement

[Fairly self-explanatory.]

Second Hand News - Fleetwood Mac

[. yeah]

Don't Stop Me Now - Queen

[Self-Explanatory]

I Can't Handle Change - Roar

[ Backstory. Keicho. Hurts really bad but still makes me think of him]

This Year - The Mountain Goats

[Fairly Self-Explanatory but don't think too hard into this one. Definitely not a perfect fit]

Notes: For some reason this was actually really difficult??

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Rohan Kishibe

Vincent - Car Seat Headrest

[Self-Explanatory]

papercut - Liana Flores

[Self-Explanatory.]

Radio Ga Ga - Queen

[. yeah sure]

Oh No! - MARINA

[sniff. i dont know what do i say. take it with a grain of salt.]

Dead Weight - Jack Stauber

[are we gonna talk about how depressing some parts of his character and backstory are..]

Notes: Rohan winning the title of morioh's miss crazy bitch of 1999. i've never hated relating to a character more

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Jotaro Kujo

Swimming Pool - Marie Madeleine

[..Mostly Self-Explanatory.]

I'll Never Smile Again - Tommy Dorsey

[ :( ]

Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now - The Smiths

[Self-Explanatory. Upsets me, but self-explanatory]

Sea, Swallow Me - Cocteau Twins and Harold Budd

[Self-Explanatory.]

And The Tide Rushes In - The Moody Blues

[Self-Explanatory.]

Notes: Surprises me how few songs I had to compare to him. Something about him in Part 4 makes me sad, though. He's matured, obviously, but the difference between 3 and 4.. I don't know it's depressing. Hope I captured that

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Joseph Joestar

Super Freak - Rick James

[Self-Explanatory]

Sweet Caroline - Neil Diamond

[Just makes me think of him. Tomoko?]

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak

[...mmmm.]

The Bidding - Tally Hall

[I sighed really hard through my nose when I typed that one.]

Bye Bye Bye - NSYNC

[Sir fix your messy-ass love life. ]

Notes: Very difficult to think of songs specifically that fit him in only in Part 4, so this is just general for his character. I refuse to ignore what he did so.. whoops

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Hayato Kawajiri

Lifeline - Jack Stauber

[mm. Self-Explanatory. Also, bites the dust.]

Turn the Lights Off - Tally Hall

[Just reminds me of him. Self-Explanatory.]

Exit Music (For a Film) - Radiohead

[Self-Explanatory.]

Childhood's End - Pink Floyd

[Self-Explanatory]

Another One Bites the Dust - Queen

[A really obvious choice, but..]

Notes: I wonder if the Speedwagon Foundation offers coverage for therapy costs

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Reimi Sugimoto

Oblivion - Grimes

[Self-Explanatory I think? But if not. Several of the lines just remind me of the way she described the night of her death. There's several other things too but]

Old Friend - The Walters

[Uhhhh I genuinely don't know. Rohan ig? it's just sweet to think about (SHOULDN'T HAVE TO STATE I DONT MEAN THIS IN A SHIPPING WAY BUT IM SPECIFYING ANYWAYS JUST IN CASE.) ]

Dream Sweet in Sea Major - Miracle Musical

[Cannot explain. Just reminds me of her]

Pet Sematary - Ramones

[Self-Explanatory]

rises the moon - Liana Flores

[Self-Explanatory]

Notes: A bit difficult for me to figure out, but I think these work well enough. She herself is quite upbeat but everything surrounding her is incredibly tragic and I want that to get across

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Mikitaka Hazekura

Space Oddity - David Bowie

[Very obvious pick, but reminds me of him. Also just a fantastic song]

Subterranean Homesick Alien - Radiohead

[Self-Explanatory]

Pools - Glass Animals

[CANNOT explain. Just makes me think of him.]

Video Killed The Radio Star - The Buggles

[I have no clue how this reminds me of him. Just go with it. The vibe of the song I suppose]

Spring and a Storm - Tally Hall

[Mostly Self-Explanatory]

Notes: There are actually alot more songs I wanted to include for him so these may not be the best picks but. Tried to stick with 5

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Yuya Fungami

Speed King - Deep Purple

[Deep Purple song. Referenced in his design. 500 other things. Good song]

Bulls on Parade - Rage Against the Machine

[Not self-explanatory but I will not explain]

Rattlesnake Shake - Fleetwood Mac

[Self-Explanatory]

You Really Got Me - The Kinks

[ " My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed " ]

Crazy Train - Ozzy Osbourne

[Self-Explanatory]

Notes: He just has a.. Very specific. Energy.

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Yukako Yamagishi

好き好き大好き(Suki Suki Daisuki) - Jun Togawa

[Ok listen to me. LISTEN. Not because this song has become associated with anything ' yandere. ' But because Jun described it as completely earnest, raw, intentionally over-the-top expression of her actual feelings about being truly in love. There you go. The intensity and sincerity of it remind me of her (though specifically her first appearance, not later on). Cool? Cool.]

Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart - Mitski

[Fairly Self-Explanatory. Post her first appearance, Koichi avoiding her out of fear and her distress over that because of this person she's put on a pedestal ignoring her, etc etc]

Sports - Beach Bunny

[Self-Explanatory]

the daughter of the fish and the ram - The Scary Jokes

[Self-Explanatory. Reminds me of the Cinderella arc and particular.]

I Just Threw Out the Love of My Dreams - Weezer

[Ok even though I've heard this song so many times over the years it still baffles me it's Weezer. Anyways self-explanatory]

Notes: Honestly I didn't want all the songs I picked to revolve around romance or something because that's not all of her but considering that's what her motivations end up being. slightly difficult, really.

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Toshikazu Hazamada

Burnout - Green Day

[Self-explanatory for 15 different reasons]

Caroline, Please Kill Me - Coma Cinema

[Something something the meaning of the song. Self-explanatory]

all i want is you - Rebzyyx

[fucking. yeah]

どう考えても私は悪くない! (Dō Kangaete mo Watashi wa Warukunai!) - Koshiro Fukumoto (?)

[what am i supposed to say. I dont know. don't look at me. yeah its the watamote ending what do you want me to say]

Rock Bottom - Modern Baseball

[Self-Explanatory]

Notes: I genuinely despise this guy I want to push him into oncoming traffic (and I dont mean that affectionately) and I'm sure you can tell. It's mostly this specific genre of music bc it reminds me of him sorry

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Tonio Trussardi

Good Day - Tally Hall

[I cannot explain.]

Who You Are - Tally Hall

[Something something PHF being disowned by his father going off on his own to do his dream. Being his own person separate from his family]

That's Amore - Dean Martin

[I don't know, it's cute and silly. He's Italian. I wonder how many times his restaurant has been used for cute dinner dates]

Tom's Diner - Suzanne Vega, DNA

[Self-Explanatory.]

Just Breathe - Pearl Jam

[Pearl Jam song. mostly self-explanatory maybe? Just the light tone of it.]

Notes: This man has the most comforting smile I've ever seen. Love him. It's genuinely a shame he was part of a one-off episode, it's nice to have a character who only wants to help people. Hard to find songs for, though

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Aya Tsuji

Crimson and Clover - Joan Jett & The Blackhearts

[Self-Explanatory]

She's A Rainbow - Rolling Stones

[Self-Explanatory]

Beauty School Dropout - Frankie Avalon

[Self-Explanatory]

Beauty Is Empty - Mars Argo

[The entire EVERYTHING with Yukako]

When a Woman Is Around - Unloved

[.. I cannot explain]

Notes: Mara your help is greatly appreciated, I wanted to give this woman the lovely songs she deserves

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Yoshikage Kira

Ruler of Everything - Tally Hall

[Fairly self-explanatory]

Fitter Happier - Radiohead

[The eerie unsettling tone. The lyrics remind me of his speech.]

I Hold Your Hand In Mine - Tom Lehrer

[Everybody who has ever heard this song ever compared it to him for obvious reasons so this isn't a unique choice by any means but.. It's commonly compared for a reason. Self-explanatory]

Terrible Things - April Smith

[Self-Explanatory.]

A Well Respected Man - The Kinks

[Self-Explanatory but... Ironic, really]

Notes: I hate this guy but hell do alot of songs fit

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Akira Otoishi

It's Electric - Metallica

[Self-Explanatory]

Rock 'n' Roll Fantasy - Bad Company

[Self-Explanatory. Also this song UGHH I LOVE IT]

Punk Rock Classic - RHCP

[RHCP song. that whole ' desire for recognition/fame through his musical talent ' thing. How INCREDIBLY hard this song goes. Very him]

High Voltage - AC/DC

[sighing deeply and taking a sip of my soda. self-explanatory. trying not to put songs specifically because they mention electricity or rock but some are so nice it's inevitable yknow]

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

[cannot explain. just think about it with him and get back to me ty]

Notes: THANKYOU BASIL FOR YOUR ASSISTANCE WITH THIS ONE I WAS CLUELESS. Love this guy but I have no idea what works

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Keicho Nijimura

Blue Monday - New Order

[Self-Explanatory. Backstory]

Bullet With Butterfly Wings - The Smashing Pumpkins

[Self-Explanatory}

Arsonist's Lullaby - Hozier

[I can't exactly explain. Just how he's been dedicated to his mission for so long and done so much it would be impossible for him to turn back. That it's all his cause and whatnot. ]

Little Guns - Oingo Boingo

[I think it's.. Fairly obvious.]

Chop Suey! - System Of A Down

[Honestly any song that sounds like this I could compare to him. Also uh. several reasons.]

Notes: I haven't been able to forgive him ever since the " you always held me back " thing but.. Still a very interesting character. I won't insult him.

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Toyohiro Kanedaichi

Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode

[*crushes my soda can on my forehead* i have no clue man]

I Am a Rock - Simon & Garfunkel

[Self-Explanatory.]

Island in the Sun - Weezer

[yeah sure why not

Superfly - Curtis Mayfield

[A very blatant choice because it's the name of his stand but there really isn't alot else to put. Plus, kindof fits.

All Along the Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix

[...tower]

Notes: I have no idea what songs to pick for him I'm sorry.

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Terunosuke Miyamoto

Goldfinch Nocturne - ROAR

[The gentle, mournful tone. Something something the lyrics about loneliness. Just the first character I think of when I hear this song. Definitely a bit of a stretch but hey.]

Icicles - The Scary Jokes

[Feels fairly self-explanatory]

New Normal - Jack Stauber

[mmmm. also, the khalid song by the same name]

Just Another Day - Oingo Boingo

[Self-Explanatory]

My Time - Bo En

[Self-Explanatory, mostly. Also something about it matches his general vibe I don't know how to explain it]

Notes: Free him. Thankyou dearly allay (? im so sorry I don't know what to call you, lmk) for sending me your playlist to help with this.

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Tomoko Higashikata

The Other Woman - Lana Del Rey

[… Unfortunately, self-explanatory. Her story really does upset me if I'm being honest]

Hidden in the Sand - Tally Hall

[joseph.]

He's Mine - MoKenStef

[A bit ironic but, hey. Also this song.. God]

Kisses of Fire - ABBA

[Self-Explanatory]

I Will Always Love You - Dolly Parton

[ Self-Explanatory ]

Notes: Deserved so much better. Also that first song I almost didn't wanna put because it plagues my heart but. Fits

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Shinobu Kawajiri

Jobless Monday - Mitski

[Self-explanatory. Fits her very well.]

Oh to Be in Love - Kate Bush

[Self-Explanatory]

Me and My Husband - Mitski

[More Mitski. Self-explanatory though, again. A bit sad and ironic because the song really isn't about anything close to a happy relationship and.. Mm]

Sentimental Lady - Fleetwood Mac

[Self-Explanatory]

This Charming Man - The Smiths

[I don't have anything to say]

Notes: Shinobu you break my heart into pieces. My stomach hurts when I imagine the mourning she'd have to go through.

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PLAYLIST

#GOD this took forever! That's alot of songs.#Anyways ENJOY here's a peek into my music taste and thoughts and whatnot #please don't let this die my eyes hurt /lh #rambles #jjba #diamond is unbreakable #if there are typos in this i do not care anymore this took me like. over 6 hours

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soupbabe · 3 years

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hi i had seen you did the crusaders with a chubby s/o but i was wondering if you can do one with the duwang gang and a chubby s/o? please and thank you king!

Part 4 characters w a Chubby! S/O

Did I extend this to more than the Duwang Gang? Yea. Why? Because everyone in jjba would love and spoil a chubby S/O. Araki told me himself it's canon

Josuke Higashikata

He really isn't one to focus on looks in a relationship

The first thing he would love about you would be your personality, it's just a plus that you have a nice body !!

Literally you are so perfect to him omg he can't help but to smile like an idiot when you're around

On the weekends/during summer break when you're not in your school uniform and just a pair of shorts and a tank top he just melts omg

You look so good!! He's respectful with it and not roaming his eyes everywhere, but that won't stop his blushing when he sees your plush form walking over to him

He loves your thick thighs so much

Perfect pillows for when he's having a rough day

When spending time together he will do anything he can just so he can lay down on your thighs

Sometimes when you both are getting ready to go to bed he does it and lets you comb your fingers through his hair

Okuyasu Nijimura

I do headcanon Okuyasu as a bit chubby so in my mind he has no room to judge

Not that he would in the first place

First time he saw you he (not so subtlety) whispered to Josuke that he thought you were hot

He would want to hug you so much and be all over you

You're just really soft to him and like?? It's heaven

Dates to Tonio's is a must

You're a growing y/n he has to treat you right

Please don't be insecure about eating in front of him, he's literally the best at making an atmosphere more comfortable

His favorite part of you might be your chubby cheeks

He enjoys squishing them from time to time, lovingly calling them your "chipmunk cheeks"

Koichi Hirose

A lot of characters in this aren't the shallow type and Koichi is no exception!

You're just so nice and caring towards him it just makes his heart go fast around you

Absolutely loves holding your chubby hands they're just so soft to him and so comforting

Same with hugs he loves getting hugs from you

Yea it leaves him a blushing mess but it's so worth it

He loves laying on your big tummy so much

He could easily fall asleep, face buried in the soft flesh

Probably the best sleep he got, would recommend sleeping on a chubby y/n again

Rohan adores chubby bodies

Rohan Kishibe

Loves giving you designer clothes

Plus if you're more confident in yourself, it makes him like 3x more attractive omg

You look so pretty/handsome/whatever you prefer when the clothes he bought you bring out your favorite parts of your body and your curves

He loves drawing you so much

He calls you his muse a lot

If you're ever having one of those bad days where your body doesn't just "look right" to you, Rohan would simply tell you that you're very attractive and that there's nothing to worry about

Later on he would show you all of his drawings of you, capturing your beauty like no other

Hell, he could take a tiny insecurity like a double chin and make it look like the prettiest thing to exist in his artwork

He loves your stretch marks so much

When you two have the down time to just do nothing but be lazy in bed, he loves tracing them in silence

Yoshikage Kira

This man doesn't care what you look like

You only got his attention when your hands touch when he dropped something and you went to give it back to him

Yes, he usually went for slim, more feminine hands, but yours was just so soft and he thought your chubby little fingers were the cutest

Although you weren't a Mona Lisa, he still was a changed man

It was then when he saw the rest of you and thought that you were stunning

He checked his watch, mentally cursed himself for running late to work

He gave you a business card with his number on it and asked you out to lunch as a thank you

He loves having lunch with you

You two holding hands while you both talked about your day was the highlight of his

He loves giving you rings and watches, he thinks it just makes your hands shine through and he says that you deserve to be pampered

That being said he absolutely loves your hands

How his slender and somewhat bony fingers perfectly fit with your pudgy ones makes him smile

Yukako Yamagishi

Oh you're perfect to her!

So soft, you're like her personal teddy bear!

It's surprising if your self esteem hasn't risen even a little bit once you're with her

She loves complementing you so much

Will steal your clothes

And guess what.

She's another character I headcanon as plus size so you both are going to be stealing each others clothes

Best home cooked meals wow

Will make sure you get everything you need and aren't skipping meals

She would be so scary if she finds out that you aren't taking care of yourself

She cannot choose her favorite part of you

You ask her and she will say all of the above

Toshikazu Hazamada

He doesn't get out much tbh

I'll be honest anime/manga has definitely risen his expectations when it comes to appearance for a s/o

Gotta wait til he gets humbled shorter if you ever want to be with him

By then he should get it through his head that not everyone is going to have the flat stomach or big muscles as anime might have him believe

I feel like after that he might be open to collecting more diverse anime figurines, including the cute chubby anime mascots you can find online

When you said that you had feelings for him he grew so flustered that he actually accepted

It doesn't matter what you really look like to him anymore, if you like him he would like you back

Please let him sit in your lap and let him hug you

Would constantly suggest you to cosplay a character from his figurine collection

He wants his anime fav come to life you would make him so happy

Something just tells me that he would really like flabby arms tbh

The feeling of your squishy arms around him when you two hug makes his heart go so fast and his face so red

Loves cuddling up and laying his head on your arms

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gaycatwizard · 3 years

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How likely each JoJo's Bizarre Adventure character would be to push the button if they were put into a room with nothing but a big red button and a sign next to it that says "DO NOT PUSH"

Joseph Joestar would push the button. The door hasn't even closed behind them and he's pushed the button. There is no stopping him, he will push it. If it doesn't do anything, he might start pressing it over and over like the "close" button on an elevator when you see someone you hate running towards it. Josuke Higashikata would push the button, but only after desperately trying to stop himself. He knows he shouldn't, the sign is there for a reason, and it never goes well in movies, but his curiosity is too strong. He might try to use Crazy Diamond to unpush the button, but given how buttons work, that may or may not do anything. Giorno Giovanna might press the button. He's a smart kid, but he just... he's a 15 year old boy. He's gonna press it eventually. I think he'd probably realize it's an experiment meant to see how long it'll take people to press the button (and that it doesn't do anything), but he'd probably press it once he felt it was the only way out (whether by ending the experiment or blowing up the room or opening a door). Jotaro Kujo probably wouldn't press the button. Look, it says "DO NOT PUSH," so it probably says that for a reason. When has anyone pushed a button that they were told not to push and it went well for them? However, if he's trapped in the room with everyone else, he might push it hoping it blows up the room when the arguing gets to be too annoying. Jonathan Joestar would not press the button. The sign says "DO NOT PUSH," it's obviously there for a reason, and he has no reason to distrust whoever wrote the sign. Besides, nothing bad will happen if he doesn't press the button, but something bad could happen if he did press the button. He won't push the button. Jolyne Cujoh would press the button. At first she'd be tempted to, but she'd probably come to the conclusion it's a bad idea. However, just as she realizes that on her own, Jotaro tells her not to press the button, and out of spite and rage, she presses the button. Johnny Joestar might press the button. I trust he would be smart enough to (eventually) realize this is an experiment, the button probably isn't connected to anything, and that the point is to see how long it takes for the button to be pushed. He'd probably push it at that point, but a small part of him might be hoping it blows up the room if everyone was screaming about it. Gappy Higashikata wouldn't press the button. I don't know much about Gappy (or anyone in parts 6-8 for that matter), but I do know he's an amnesiac and I think he'd just not press it. "Oh, "DO NOT PUSH"? Okay, I won't push it." And he'd just sit there, content without pressing the button. I don't even know if he'd see the appeal of a big red button that says "DO NOT PUSH."

(other characters below the cut because otherwise this would be a war crime to make people scroll past) (uh Part 5 spoilers for SURE, some part 4 spoilers but not like... super major ones I don't think)

Caesar Zeppeli is actively preventing others from pushing the button. Yes, there's a chance the button doesn't do anything, but there's a chance it's dangerous and he will not take that chance (especially not with all these idiots around). Gyro Zeppeli is actively trying to push the button. He's right behind Joseph, he so desperately wants to push the button. Come on, why the FUCK would you say "DO NOT PUSH" if you don't want it pushed? That's gonna make people wanna push it! If it was just a random button with no sign, it wouldn't even be that tempting, but they said "don't" so he has to. Rohan Kishibe might press the button. He knows it's a bad idea, he knows the sign is there for a reason (probably), and if it is an experiment, FUCK YOU, he's not gonna push the button and do what you want. However, if everyone gets to be too annoying, he'd push the button in hopes of the room exploding. Dio Brando is literally about to push the button. He wouldn't press it right away like Joseph or Gyro, but he'd push it pretty quick. Yeah, it might not do anything, but it might blow up the room or toss some babies into a pit of lava or something fun like that. Will A. Zeppeli and Robert E. O. Speedwagon are arguing over whether or not to press the button. It is unclear who's arguing which side. This argument will continue for as long as the button remains unpushed. Jean-Pierre Polnareff thinks they should push the button. Someone tells him to push the button if he thinks that. He does not want to push the button himself, but he thinks it should be pushed. If it blows up or something, he doesn't want to get hurt, but he still thinks that it should be pushed. He does not see the issue with this. Muhammad Avdol would not push the button. He tells himself he cannot push the button. He knows something bad will likely happen. He should not push the button. He isn't going to push the button. He sits on his hands to prevent himself from pushing the button. A part of him wants to push it, but he knows better. He must still restrain himself or else he might push it. Noriaki Kakyoin would push the button, but only if everyone agrees. He explains that he thinks it's simply an experiment to see if the button will be pushed and how long it will take, that the button does nothing and the sign is there as a taunt, not a true deterrent. He understands the risk of the button, if he happens to be wrong, so he refrains from pushing the button unless everyone agrees that it should be pushed. A small part of him wants to, regardless of the conclusion the group comes to. Lisa Lisa is very sure that this is an experiment. She would push the button. She would wait to do so, until everyone is arguing so much that they don't notice her walk to the button and push it. She will not explain herself. She won't have to, no one even noticed that she pushed the button, but if they did and questioned her, she would not tell them. Suzi Q would not push the button. She considers it, she talks to herself, walking through the pros and cons of both pushing the button and not pushing the button. This will go on for as long as she is in the room. Rudol von Stroheim would push the button. It is in his duty to understand everything and determine what the button does and why it was labeled with such a disclaimer. Surely there is a reason, but it cannot be so catastrophic since someone was left to make the sign. Iggy might push the button. He might not. Iggy is unknowable and whether or not he pushes the button depends solely on his capricious nature and whims. It means nothing to him. He does not care if the button is dangerous or if it does nothing. He does not care if it is pushed or not. He serves no one but himself. Okuyasu Nijimura would push the button. He would try to restrain himself at first, but he cannot last forever. His curiosity is insatiable and his impulse control is feeble at best. He barely considers the fact that the button might do nothing. He does not care whether it is dangerous or not, he simply must

know what the button does. Koichi Hirose would not push the button. He knows things that are labeled as dangerous are likely dangerous, and does not want to take the risk to see if this is an exception or not. Yukako Yamagishi would probably push the button. She is cold, calculating, and obsessive; not knowing what the button does, or whether it was dangerous or why it says "DO NOT PUSH," would simply destroy her resolve after any length of time. She would not at first, but she simply cannot stand it after a while, and would likely push it. Mikitaka Hazekura might push the button. Mikitaka, at first, likely does not understand the appeal of a big red button with a "DO NOT PUSH" sign. However, after listening to many arguments about how tempting it is and why the sign is a challenge as opposed to a warning, he might join the Button-Pushing Party. He may or may not push it himself, however he would likely support the pushing of the button. Shigekiyo Yangu would push the button. He is a 13 year old boy. He would eventually push the button. You cannot stop him, with Harvest he could and would push the button despite any attempt to prevent it. The only matter is how long it would take him. He might push it immediately. He might debate whether or not to push it, but in his heart, his decision has been made. Yoshikage Kira would not push the button. Yoshikage Kira is all but certain this is an experiment. He is unsure whether the button is dangerous or not, but he knows this is an experiment to see whether people will push the button or not. He may, however, have Killer Queen touch the button, so it will become dangerous, regardless of whether or not it was before. Bruno Bucciarati would push the button eventually. He would weigh the options, questioning what the button could possibly do. Eventually, he will decide to Zip Away everyone else in the room in an attempt to protect them from any potential danger, and then he will push the button. He is well aware he may die doing so, but to take on that risk himself and prevent anyone else from suffering is a risk he is all too willing to accept. Leone Abbacchio might push the button. There's only one way to know for sure what the button does, and that is to push the button. If it is dangerous, he hopes it is only dangerous to the person pushing the button. He would attempt to discern the button's purpose using Moody Blues, but there is no way to know for sure whether or not the button has even been pushed before, much less how long ago. Guido Mista would push the button. I mean, who in their right mind would actually put a "DO NOT PUSH" sign over a big red button if they genuinely did not want the button to be pushed? It's basically begging to be pushed, and someone has to do it. Narancia Ghirga would push the button. Narancia does not stop to read the sign before pushing the button. He sees a button, he pushes the button. This is a dangerous philosophy to have, but one that makes life interesting. Pannacotta Fugo is too busy berating Narancia for stupidly pushing the button to question whether or not he would have done the same or not. What a stupid decision, can't you see the sign says "DO NOT PUSH"? What do you mean you didn't read the sign? IT'S RIGHT THERE! IT'S GIGANTIC, YOU CAN'T MISS IT! YOU CAN'T BE SO STUPID AS TO NOT UNDERSTAND THE WORDS "DO NOT PUSH"! Trish Una would like to push the button, but cannot bring herself to do so. Her curiosity is great, but the thought of something bad happening to everyone in the room stops her. She makes eye contact with Muhammad Avdol, an unspoken understanding is shared. She hopes someone pushes the button eventually, so she will know what it does, but she cannot let herself be the one who pushes it. Pesci would push the button. Well, if this is the only thing is this room, clearly this is the only thing to do. His words are laughed at by some and seen as an insult by others. Little do they know he is correct. After all, if the only thing in the room is the button, what else can you do

besides push the button? Prosciutto would not push the button. Everyone in the room happens to be pushing all of his buttons, but he will not let that faze him. He will lecture Pesci about pushing the button. Pesci is not truly listening to his lecture. He will get into many arguments with many people about why they should not push the button. Melone attempts to keep things civil and allow actual discussion to occur instead of dissolving into chaos and disorder. He attempts to split the room into Button-Pushers, Sign-Readers, and those who are unsure. His attempts to allow everyone to state their piece individually, responding to others' statements once everyone has spoken, and eventually vote on whether to push the button are mostly successful. Sadly, right before the voting is complete, someone shouts out and asks who decided Melone got to be in charge. Everyone revolts against Melone, and even greater chaos than before engulfs the room. Ghiaccio is consulting with himself, and periodically others, the best way to push the button without possibly getting hurt in the process. Whether the button does something bad is irrelevant, he simply does not want to die because he pushed the button. If something else happens, so be it. However, he never reaches a perfect plan, constantly arguing with those he attempts to strategize with or overthinking to the point of unravelling his own plans. Cioccolata would not push the button. He will act like he's going to push the button, but it is simply a fake out to get everyone riled up. Cioccolata absolutely wants to know what the button does; he is not stupid enough to push it himself. He will attempt to either convince or trick someone else into pushing the button. Luckily, there are some aforementioned idiots who are very likely to push the button assuming they are all in the same room at the same time. Secco wants to push the button. He attempts to push the button once or twice, curiosity bolstered into action by Cioccolata's own curiosity. Secco wants to push the button so Cioccolata doesn't have to but can still see what happens, but Cioccolata will not let him. Secco is too valuable to risk losing to the button. Secco is frustrated, but will not push the button without Cioccolata's permission. Risotto Nero wasn't going to push the button, but now he's considering it. It's not going to push itself, although many people in here are eager to fix that, but he's starting to get sick of everyone just assuming automatically that something terrible will happen if the button gets pushed. Sure, that's always possible, but how often do you come across huge buttons that do terrible things in real life? You don't. That's for movies, and life is not a movie. If one more goddamn person whines about how the button is so obviously dangerous, he's going to beat them into the button. Vinegar Doppio does not want to push the button. He knows that the button likely doesn't do anything, or at least doesn't do anything harmful, but since there is a chance it could be harmful, he does not want to push the button. He doesn't want anyone to push the button, actually, but he's not the kind to try and stop anyone from doing it. However, given the chaotic, crowded environment, were Doppio to be too close to the button and fly into a rage, the button might be pushed on accident. Diavolo would not push the button. He would not ask Doppio to push the button. He is very eager to see what the button does, but would rather someone else push it, just in case it harms the person who pushes it. He will attempt to persuade (or force) someone to push the button, and just before it is pushed, he would attempt to use King Crimson to determine what happens when the button is pushed. What he sees will not be shared with anyone. Who's to say the button's effects will occur within 10 seconds of it being pushed anyway? Would he care to erase any of the seconds that include the button being pushed and/or the effects of said button push? Unclear.

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nyxienoya · 3 years

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Humble Surprises

lil Rohan x Dio fic for the bestie

summary: Rohan draws Dio because he's a simp

word count: 1.9k

It was silent in the Kishibe residence, both Rohan and Dio were sitting parallel to each other in the living room. A faint sound of the record player playing Mozart softly. Rohan was sat on his single seater red leather couch seemingly slaving away working on his manga as usual, at least that’s what it seemed like to Dio.

Dio however, was sat on the black three seater leather couch reading one of his old books from the 1880s, holding it with one had as he swirled a glass of red wine with his other hand, stopping his reading to take a small sip every so often.

The two had met only years prior when Rohan was nineteen and decided to take a trip to Cairo to expand the limits of the manga he had been planning for years. He frequently used the architecture of the buildings in the manga, even in frequent volumes just to reference back to one of the best moments in Rohan’s life.

Rohan ended up stumbling away from the city, getting too versed in drawing anything that piqued his interest, to the point of him having to buy an extra four sketchbooks the minute he landed in Cairo, knowing he’d lose all control. It only took two days for Rohan to fill up the first sketchbook. To ensure that he wouldn’t fill the rest of the sketchbooks in mere days, Rohan decided to venture off away from the city, trying to take in more than what met the eye.

Off in the distance he saw a large building, illuminated by candles of all shapes and sizes, curious, Rohan decided to head towards it.

Meanwhile, inside the mansion stood Dio and his thirteen year old son, Giorno in deep discussion in front of the grand staircase. “Giorno, son. Don’t be ridiculous, you can’t venture off to Italy this young on your own!” Dio exclaimed, to which he continued on in a hushed tone of voice, “please son, if you leave it’ll just be me and Vanilla Ice, and as much as I appreciate him as a follower, it’s too much. By this point he should just be my slave, he’s that subservient to me.” In response Giorno rolled his eyes, playing with the ends of his braid. “Father, I’m not doing this to abandon you, I adore you, you care for me whereas mother doesn’t, she left you for a Japanese man, and I cannot forgive her for doing so. But I digress, you’re extremely dramatic. The most compelling reason you wouldn’t want me to leave is as a result of you being a vampire, and Italy is a catholic country, therefore having crosses and garlic and whatever vampires are allergic to.” This caused Dio to look towards his son with a deadpan look on his face whereas Giorno was stood with a smirk on his.

Unbeknownst to the two, the grand door had been open for a minute where Rohan had been standing, jaw agape from what he had just witnessed, “You-“ he tried to muster something to say, but was quickly silenced by the tall vampire suddenly appeared by his side. Giorno looked to the scene in amusement, “You can’t kill him.” He spoke nonchalantly to which Dio opened his mouth to reply only to close it once more, unable to think of a response. By now, Rohan had gained control over his thoughts once again and started to look around frantically. “Ah! The architecture of this place is simple magnificent.” Rohan exclaimed, turning to face the vampire. “And, you’re a vampire? Your features would be great in my manga. Oh the possibilities are endless, having a vampire in my story would add a little spice.” Rohan ranted, without Dio realizing, his son had slipped away from the situation, laughing softly noticing how fascinated his father was with the mortal.

Dio was stunned, normally if a human had stumbled into the mansion, Dio would kill them or turn them into a vampire to act as his follower, but this human, he was something else.

Over time, Dio found himself infatuated with the human who he came to know as Rohan, and within a years’ time of knowing him, his partner. Dio thought it would be appropriate to turn Rohan into a stand user just lie himself, using the arrow. To no surprise to anyone, his stand; Heaven’s Door took inspiration from Rohan’s zeal for manga and the arts. Later, the two found that The World had a softness for Heaven’s Door, acting in a nurturing way towards it. The first time the two saw their stands together The World seemed to be fretting over Heaven’s Door and seemingly inquiring about its powers. Seeing this made the users chuckle, who knew their stands felt so softly for each other?

Fast forwarding to the present, Rohan was scribbling away at a piece of paper, having his coloured inks sprawled on the coffee table, dipping his pen in every so often. Dio thought is was cute how Rohan acted when he drew, tongue in between his lips, eyebrows furrowed, his hair sticking to his cheeks; his headband working to no avail. Whilst reading, Dio would look up over his book to take in the sight of his partner. He thought it was strange how the two of them clicked, a 138-year-old vampire, and a passionate manga artist. Two unlikely lovers, and quite frankly, Dio wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Aha!” Rohan suddenly called out, causing Dio to place down his now empty glass of wine as well as his book. “Are you okay there, darling?” Dio asked, an undertone of concern laced in his words. Rohan looked up to his boyfriend, a large grin plastered on his face, “Everything is fine, my love. If you don’t mind” he stood up, drawing in hand, “I’ll be right back.” Rohan then rushed upstairs in order to finalize some details.

Dio rubbed his chin in curiosity, “What ever could that man have been drawing to be that excited for it?” He questioned. Shrugging, he stood, picking up the glass and walked into their kitchen which had the key to the basement. Dio snatched the key off the hook and headed towards the basement door. He opened it and flicked the lights on, stepping down the wooden stairs. He took a deep inhale, the smell of various types of wine accumulating into one scent. He walked around the racks of wine, uncertain on what flavour he was craving. Dio didn’t realise that ten minutes had already passed before he finally picked the perfect red wine. A Malbec; which Dio thought perfectly expressed the fruitiness of summer, having a blueberry flavour with a hint of spice. Perfect for these Summer evenings.

The moment he picked up the bottle of wine from the rack to take back upstairs, he was suddenly was enveloped by two arms around his waist, “I knew you’d be down here, you alcoholic.” Rohan joked, nuzzling his cheek into Dio’s defined back. “Oh hush, young one, I simply ran out of the wine from earlier. That’s beside the point though,” he started, turning to wrap one of his arms around his boyfriend. “what did you need from me, dear?” He asked, pressing a soft kiss to Rohan’s forehead.

“I came to ask you to come upstairs. I wanted to show you the finished piece.” Rohan smiled, taking Dio’s free hand and almost dragging him upstairs. Taking almost stagnant steps, Dio smirked; “You know dear, you’re stronger than you look.” To which Rohan replied with briefly glaring at him and groaning, “Come on, I don’t have all evening to wait for you-“ He was promptly cut off by seeing that his boyfriend was no longer behind him, rather; leaning on the door frame in front of him, eyebrow quirked. “Exactly what I’m saying love, come on, we haven’t got all day.” Dio spoke, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Once more, Rohan groaned, muttering “Sometimes I hate that stand of yours.”

Taking his boyfriend’s hand once again, the two walked up to Rohan’s office in silence. When the two were in front of the door, Rohan released Dio’s hand and turned to face him. “Okay, no using The World, I want you to cover your eyes, it’s a surprise. Whether you’ll like it or not is beyond my control, but I hope at least you’ll appreciate it.” Dio nodded and covered his eyes with his arm, still holding the bottle of wine whilst reaching out for Rohan’s hand and succeeding.

Rohan opened the door and took slow steps, trying to ensure his partner wouldn’t trip, walking into the center of the room then stopping. Rohan let out a sigh and released Dio’s hand again. “Okay, you may uncover your eyes.” To which Dio complied, accompanied by Rohan saying “Surprise!”

He took in the drawing. It was him, which was the first thing to shock Dio, Rohan really cared that much about him to take hours of time to draw him? What surprised him more was the fact that is was him when he was a teen, back in the 1880s before everything in his life fell apart. Dio was taken aback, stumbling backwards slightly. It was a beautiful drawing, the fluidity of the ink encapsulating his features perfectly. Dio, needless to say was taken away with the drawing, and Rohan could see it in his expression.

Tears cropping up in the corner of Dio’s eyes shocked Rohan the most though. “Darling, are you alright, is the drawing that bad? I can destroy it if you want.” Rohan frantically explained. Dio shook his head, rejecting the idea. “Don’t do anything of the sort darling. I apologise, but I was just incredibly taken aback from it. It’s beautiful. You perfectly matched up my personality from when I was a boy, all from the stories I’ve told you about my youth.” Dio stated, Rohan nodding as he spoke.

“Are you sure that’s all-“ Rohan started, but getting cut off mid-sentence by his boyfriend. “I know you must think there’s some deeper meaning to by my response being as sorrowful as you expected, and there is. It’s just that, looking at this drawing evoked something inside of me; regret? Anguish? I’m not sure, but whatever it is makes me miss JoJo, I never wanted to actually hurt him-“ Dio’s rant being cut off by Rohan hugging him, tears of his own cropping.

Dio smiled softly, returning the hug, staring at the drawing. “I want you to frame it. It’s too precious to put elsewhere.” Rohan nodded.

“Thank you Rohan, this means a lot to me. You’re so talented and I cannot thank you enough for being my partner despite my past.” Dio spoke softly. Rohan muttered a response against his partner’s chest; “I love you too, Dio. If you ever need me to draw something which can bring to life the memories you once had with Jonathan, I’ll do it, no questions asked.”

Later that night, Dio found the drawing framed and hung in the walkway to the living room and smiled softly. “Thank you, JoJo.” He whispered to himself. As he said those words, he could’ve sworn he felt a large hand on his shoulder, one so familiar to him, but so distant at the same time. Jonathan Joestar after all these years was still looking over his brother.

#dio brando #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #rohan kishibe #dio x rohan #jjba fanfic #DIO #kishidio

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ayyy-pee · 1 year

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your hc about kishibe being jealous about readers’ ‘little vacation’ with aki was so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i need a fic about peepaw like that 😭😭

omgggg hahaha when yall call him peepaw, i lose it lmfaoooo. i was thinking about this while i was working. but i got a little drabble for you. nothing crazy

i'm a firm believer that aki is the only person who can pull jealousy out of kishibe. he's someone kishibe actually respects who understands your lifestyle, can empathize with you and honestly may be more similar to kishibe than he would like to acknowledge

so in the company meeting held after your return, when kishibe stumbles in a little more tipsy than he intended and misses his opportunity to sit next to you, he's just a little bit bothered to see you sitting shoulder to shoulder with aki. only a tiny bit annoyed when aki leans over and whispers something in your ear that makes your eyes widen and has you giggling behind your hand

you two seem to have gotten closer since your little stint in the hotel together. when kishibe thinks about it, it makes sense. you both survived what he's sure was a traumatic experience fighting a devil together. but when he sees you and aki together, hears you and aki make your inside jokes, sees the way aki's gaze lingers on you a little longer than kishibe likes, he can't help but wonder if anything happened in that hotel room

it's pathetic really. he knows you'd never do that to him. he knows aki wouldn't dare actually make a move. it's all in his head, which only makes him drink more. he hates the notion of being jealous. hates the notion of losing you to aki (or anyone) even more

company meeting or not, kishibe pulls out his flask and takes a large swig of whatever he dumped in there this morning. he can't remember

when you get home later that night and crawl into bed with kishibe in nothing but your little panties and t-shirt, he finds himself wondering if aki got to see you like this, that green eyed monster rearing its ugly head again. he'd drink the feeling away, but he left his liquor in the kitchen and he's too lazy to get it now. but you wrap your arms around him, kissing along his neck, across his jaw, along the scar on his cheek and the feeling subsides, if only for a moment

"i missed you so much, kishi," you whisper against him. his hand drifts under your shirt and up your bare back, a small groan rushing past his lips when he gets to feel your warm skin. he didn't think he'd be able to do this when you had disappeared without a word with aki. he was ready to accept that yet again, someone he cared about had died

the jealousy comes back, again thinking about you stuck in bed just like you are with him, but with aki next to you. it couldn't be comfortable sleeping in your uniform, surely. some possessive part of him fights his way past the alcohol already in his system that would usually keep the jealousy down. it makes it's way to the surface and then kishibe's lips are slotted against yours- sloppy, greedy, hungry. he wants to claim you, make sure you don't forget you're his and his alone

he moves so that his body lays atop yours, wasting no time with gentle caresses before his hand is in your panties, fingers finding your clit and rubbing rough circles while his mouth latches to your neck. he sucks hard, sure to leave a mark, reveling in the sharp cry it brings out of you

good. he thinks. maybe that topknot little shit will back off when he sees it

"how much did you miss me?" he asks, sucking a new mark on your neck, this one right above your throat. he really does want to know. were you thinking about him while you were stuck in the room for days with aki? or was he the last thing on your mind?

"so much, so much, kishi," you pant, arms looping around his neck to pull him in for another kiss. his fingers slide through your folds, faster, easier as your arousal builds, your slick coating his digits.

"ohhh- kishibe, ngh fuck, i missed you so fucking much. fuck me, fuck me please" you whine. he's happy to oblige, yanking your panties down, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing cock and then he's pushing into you, hard and deep, rough groans mixing with your soft ones. then he moves, thrusting into you with vigor

the sloppy, wet sounds of his balls smacking against your ass fill the room. your loud moans make kishibe grow harder as he fucks into you. he thinks you're so pretty like this. mouth open, brows knitted, head tilted forward so you can watch kishibe's cock disappear into you. so pretty

and then there's that jealousy again. thinking about you and aki possibly cuddled in bed together. it makes him want to be a little mean

"hmm, so wet already. you missed me that much? didn't enjoy your little vacation with aki?"

"w-what?" you gasp, a little surprised by the poor timing of his question

his large hand grips your thigh, his thick fingers molding into the soft flesh, "you heard me, beautiful. you and aki" he shifts his hips, drives into you deeper, hits that sensitive spot right above your cervix that makes you keen. and he likes that sound a lot. he buries his face back in your neck, sucks yet another new mark into your skin before he's mumbling against you, "had a lot of time to get to know each other. seem real buddy buddy now"

he can hear your lips part, surely trying to come up with a coherent response, but the tip of his cock keeps pounding into that spot and it's reducing you to nothing but a stupid, speechless mess

"i see how he looks at you now," kishibe grunts, squeezing your thigh. "he wants you so fuckin' bad. it's obvious"

"no he doesn't," you finally tell him and he laughs against your skin

"oh baby, i know you're smarter than that"

"i don't wanna talk about aki, kishibe"

"he wants to fuck you, you know" he tells you, slowing his thrusts when he feels your walls tighten around him slightly. he pulls back, cocks his head to the side before he looks down between you. "oh? maybe you wanna fuck him too"

you shake your head. "i don't. i only want y-"

"you sure?" he asks. "maybe i'll share you with him. or maybe i'll let him watch"

your walls clamp down on kishibe's length, pulling a harsh grunt from him.

"looks like you'd like that," he says through gritted teeth. "never gonna fuckin' happen but maybe i'll let him watch. let him see what you look like when you're takin' my cock so fuckin' good. let him watch and wish he knew what it felt like to be balls deep in this sweet little pussy"

kishibe is well aware he's being childish, doesn't care though. it's not as though he gets jealous often, if ever. this is a new feeling he hasn't experienced before. he can't really help it. doesn't think he could stop it if he tried. you make him a little crazy crazier than he already is. he really can't explain it

kishibe releases your thigh so he can lean back. he presses his fingers to your lower belly, tracing the outline of the bulge that flattens and swells each time he fills you with his cock

"maybe aki'll get the message if i put a baby riiiiiight here" he taps right below your belly button and you gasp, your pussy tightening around him again

"kishibe, i- oh my god - i'm gonna-"

he leans down, runs his tongue along your bottom lip before he takes the soft flesh between his teeth and sucks hard

"do it then" he interrupts as he resumes his rough pace from before. "cum on my cock. mine. aki will never fuckin' have you. i don't care how many times you end up locked in a fuckin' time loop with him. you're mine. only way you're gettin' rid of me is if you die"

he feels your walls fluttering around him

"yes! i'm yours! all yours! only yours," you cry out, repeating him without him asking.

"good girl," kishibe mutters, feeling your entire body shudder suddenly when your release crashes over you, your pussy squeezing down on him so hard he feels dizzy. or maybe it's the alcohol. doesn't matter. it has his hips stuttering, his body coming forward to loom over you as he keeps thrusting in and out, in and out. has him burying his face in the space between your neck and shoulder as a guttural groan rips from his throat

he just loves the way your velvet walls wrap around his cock, swallowing him whole over and over until you're milking him for all that he's worth, thick ropes of cum painting your insides white. he'd die before he lets aki ever think he has a chance at experiencing this. this is heaven. you are heaven.

and when kishibe comes down from his high, panting above you, giving you sweet kisses as you catch your breath, he nods along with your reassuring words of only wanting him. it soothes him, makes him hard all over again. then his hips are moving again, fucking his cum back into you slowly, staking his claim until there's nothing left for him to give

the next day at the office is...awkward as kishibe watches with hardly concealed humor and satisfaction when aki enters the conference room. his cool blue eyes dart between you and kishibe who has taken his spot next to you, then his gazes drifts over every mark left along your neck from the night before. hard to hide them all when there's so many. you try to play it off, give aki a smile. he returns the gesture awkwardly as he finds another seat at the table

kishibe places his large hand on your thigh beneath the table where no one can see, gives you a gentle squeeze as he feels the normalcy return, the jealousy he once felt now nowhere to be found

#kishibe x reader #kishibe hcs #old kishibe x reader #kishibe x you #kishibe smut #this kishibe brainrot will kill me one day #i need him so bad #they didn't have to animate him that way #KISHIBEEEEEE CALL MEEEEEEEEEE #csm kishibe x reader #kishibe x y/n #kishibe x black reader #x black reader #x reader #anime x black reader #anime x reader #kishibe i cannot stop thinking about you

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wowzers-howzers · 4 years

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Ok *slaps hands together* got some good good content right here. Rohan x wife!reader x Jotaro

Reader is joot’s wife, sex pollen stand trope, you know the deal. It’s obviously smut so like yea. Also, it’s a collab with @sacreddarknesss and we listened to Dreamscape the entire time we wrote. Brit Knee is an OC me and my friend came up with on the fly.

Mori mori mori moriocho radioooooo

Morioh was a quiet town, save for the occasional unruly stand user. Rohan sighed to himself in boredom. The only bad part of this town was the fact that there was nothing to do. When inspiration is lacking, the only thing to do was wander around until it struck.

The artist stands up, slowly stretching his back out. Hearing a few pops, he smiles to himself. Maybe he could go check on that new cafe downtown? Or maybe he could people watch down at the beach? Options.

Rohan checks his Rolex and notes that it’s a little after lunchtime, prime time at the cafe. He decides to go there and packs up his camera and a small sketch pad should inspiration strike him.

Walking briskly down the sidewalk, Rohan sees a streak of pink in the corner of his eye. Odd; He slows his walk to a stop and looks around cautiously. Something isn’t right.

Rohan’s emerald eyes flit across the street and at the various suburban homes lined up neatly as far as he can see. Nothing seems off, until he notices an unusual plant breaking up the monotony of the pristine lawns. It looks to be a large Calla lily in full bloom. That shouldn’t even be possible, Morioh doesn’t have the proper climate to support those. Odd.

Deciding to investigate, Rohan crosses the road and silently creeps toward the flower. Inspecting the leaves, suddenly a fine mist sprays out from the stalk of the flower. A sickly sweet scent envelopes Rohan in a stupor. His senses are overwhelmed with the strong smell and he finds himself on his knees coughing. His eyes are watering from the aroma.

“What the hell?!” He shouts, covering his mouth with his shirt. Rohan quickly scans his surroundings, hoping to find the stand user, but he has no such luck. Damn. He fishes his phone out of his messenger bag and dials Jotaro’s number. He was given orders to call Jotaro should any stand related problems arise.

Rohan waits with bated breath as the line rings several times. His hands grip his pants tightly, knuckles turning white from strain. Rohan feels his entire body burning, like a flame swallowing him up. A haze falls over his vision. This stand could pose a serious threat if he doesn’t get Jotaro here now to take it out.

Finally, the line clicks and a female voice greets him on the other side.

“Hello? Who is it?”

Rohan’s throat tightens up and his mouth goes dry.

“Get Jotaro,” he manages to sputter. He hears a commotion on the other end as (y/n) fetches her husband. Rohan swallows roughly, trying to ignore the pulsating tension flowing through his body.

“I don’t know where he is. Are you okay?” Concern is evident in her voice.

Rohan clenches his jaw.

“Enemy stand. Go to the old bookstore. I’m across the street,” he gasps out.

The dial tone drones on. He hopes that she is hurrying. He doesn’t know how much more he can deal with choking every time he breathes.

Rohan lays down on the cool grass, his senses heightened and feeling every blade of grass against his skin. His head pounds with what feels like a migraine and his vision swims deliriously.

He can’t get the sound of her voice out of his head. The soft tone plays on repeat.

Jotaro’s wife was a wildcard. She was a powerful stand user, but she rarely used her powers, preferring to be a support on the back lines. She had a quick wit and didn’t hesitate to give verbal lashings to anyone she believed deserved it. The image of her stuck in his head. No matter how hard he tried, he could never quite capture her in drawing. Her soft features, silky hair, lovely curves. Wait. Rohan tried to snap himself out of it. He had never thought of her in any sexual way, mainly out of respect to Jotaro, but now? He couldn’t help imagining her plush thighs in his hands, her gasps for more, how warm and soft she would feel around him. What was he doing?

Rohan feels a new tension in his stomach and notices his pants tightening slightly. He moves to sit up and groans at the friction. Why was he so hypersensitive? It must have something to do with that stand.

Panicking slightly, he realizes that he may not be able to actually fight the stand user. His mind is too clouded and stuck on his base desires. Part of him has the sick desire that (Y/N) will help him with that after they defeat the stand user. Rohan imagines her form, covered in glistening sweat after an exhausting battle, chest moving up and down as she pants.

His thoughts are interrupted when he hears a shout of his name. Oh. His name. The way it flows out of her mouth has him whining. More. He wants her to say his name more. (Y/N) sprints across the street and kneels down next to Rohan.

“Are you hurt? What happened? Did you see the user?” She rapidly fires questions at him. Rohan stares at her in a daze, unable to speak. She frowns slightly and puts a hand to his forehead.

“You’re burning up!” She shouts, but Rohan can only comprehend her soft skin on him, hoping to feel even more. He barely chokes down a whimper when she takes her hand back.

Her (e/c) eyes shoot around her surroundings, looking for anyone who may be watching. She slowly stands up, clenching her fists as she calls out her stand.

She notices movement behind the curtained window of the house whose lawn they were in. Bingo!

Bounding to the door, (y/n) quickly rips the door open and grabs the user before they have the chance to even react.

“What did you do? Tell me what you did!” She yells at the cowering man in her grasp. He looks back at (y/n) in utter disbelief, how had he been found out so quickly? He smirks as he stands up slowly, looking over the female, assessing how much of a threat she is. (y/n) glares at the man, his long blonde hair parting on the left side, with hints of a strawberry pink highlight going down the middle of the part. His blue cyan eyes look her up and down rapidly, perhaps if he activates his stand in time he could have a chance of seducing her.

He smiles widely now that he has the skeleton of a plan forming in his mind. He adjusts his belt buckle, showing off both the gender symbols, his entire outfit screaming 80’s. The white bell bottom pants, the pink v-neck shirt, and the bedazzled pink scarf around his tense neck showing off one of his many amazing hobbies.

“Why hello there beautiful, what brings you over to my humble abode?”

“Well I can’t kick your ass without coming inside now can I?”

“Aweee easy kitten, I don’t mean much trouble. I just wanted to help your friend out there, it seems like he was a little wound up.”

“What the hell did you do to him!”

“Heh, well sugar, I’ll tell ya, if you let me have a little fun with ya.” His smile grows wider as (y/n) glares harshly at him, ready to kick his ass into the next millennium.

“Listen, I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but there is now way in hell I would ever even consider ‘messing around’ with you. Now tell me what the hell you’ve done to my friend or I’ll beat your ass!”

“Oooh~, kinky. Well, my dear, my name is Brit Knee and it seems that I’m going to have to teach you a lesson on how to be much nicer to people, you naughty little thing.~”

(Y/n) grimaces in disgust. Fucking cretin. Brit waves his hand up dramatically in the air as his stand materializes, a bright pink stand covered in calla lillies emerges from the ground. It’s face is made from one giant calla lily, and it makes a noise which roughly sounds like a horse neighing. It raises its petal covered arms and fires lillies at (y/n), who quickly doges out of the way.

“That’s it!” (y/n) yells summoning her stand, a giant dolphin-human hybrid emerges from behind (y/n).

“Tell me what you did,” she growls out, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him in the air. Brit chokes at the pressure on his neck.

“Fine!” He sputters. (Y/N) drops him to the ground abruptly, standing over the pathetic man ready to fight if he tries anything.

“Bare Naked Ladies is an aphrodisiac, but I can’t take away its effect,” he cries. “Once you inhale it’s fumes, if you don’t have sex within 24 hours you die!” Brit whimpers on the ground, curling into a ball. “I can’t do anything now so please don’t kill me!”

(Y/N) scowls in disgust. This stand’s power is absolute hedonism. What’s this about dying? She never knew a stand could do something like that.

“What do you mean? Are you even telling the truth?” She interrogates the bawling man.

“I said what I meant! He will die! I swear I’m not lying! Please don’t kill me!” He continues cowering like a little bitch.

“Well how do I stop it?” She questions.

“Well...uhhhhh...hmmm...my best recommendation is take him to a whore house,” he mutters under his breath.

“A what?!”

“Get him a prostitute!” Brit Knee cries out.

“He’ll have to fuck it out of his system!”

“What the fuck kinda stand is that?!” She screams.

“I’m sorry! Please don’t kill me! I am creature I cannot help this!” He cries. (y/n) glares at the broken man before her, almost pitying him. But then she pushes her pity aside and decides to deck him in the face.

-Time skip-

Rohan is curled against the ground, cradling his massive headache. (Y/N) slowly approaches him, hearing him groan in pain.

“How could I be so stupid? Putting my face in a plant! I, the great Rohan Kishibe, have made an utterly terrible mistake!” He cries out to himself.

“Shut up, stop being a baby,” (Y/N) scowls at him. “I found the stand user, he’s done. Let’s get you fixed up,” she leans down to pick up the smaller man.

Rohan cries out almost immediately after (y/n) touches him, which makes her pull away in shock. She sees him sweating and clenching his jaw. Rohan struggles to get to his feet alone.

“Don’t touch me,” he breathes out.

“Are you okay to walk?”

“Who did this?” Rohan demands.

“Brit Knee bitch,” she solemnly answers. “Sorry, that was a joke,” she trails off.

Rohan doesn’t even acknowledge her, “Where is Jotaro?”

“I don’t know. I’ll take you to the hotel in the meantime, you’re in no state to go anywhere alone right now,” she reasons, offering an arm to Rohan again, which he promptly refuses.

“We can call Koichi when we get back. He may know where Jotaro is.” (Y/N) looks sympathetically to the artist. He was drenched in sweat and visibly struggling to keep a grip on himself. He walked with a drunken stupor and (y/n) couldn’t help but grab his shoulders to steady him.

“Please,” he begs her, “I don’t know if you should do that.”

“Well I do know that you can’t walk so unless you have a better idea, this will do,” she snaps at him. Picking him up in her arms, she speedwalks to the hotel, ignoring any passerby’s who look oddly at the pair.

(y/n) enters the hotel, doing her best to ignore the gazes of the staff and any guests who happen to walk by. They probably thought she was having an affair, as they knew that she had checked in with her husband who was definitely not the man she was carrying up to her room right now. Rohan tries his hardest to ignore the problem arising in him, but it’s hard to do when the woman you’ve been silently pining after is holding you in her arms. (y/n) quickly makes her way to the suit and enters, using her foot to kick the door closed. She makes her way over to the bed, gently setting him down, much to his dismay.

Rohan breathes in the smell of the sheets and notices how much they smell like her. How many times had she and Jotaro laid in this bed together? If only she knew how badly he wanted to take Jotaro’s place, holding her and loving her until neither of them could stay awake.

Oblivious to Rohan’s thoughts, (y/n) quickly dials Koichi’s home phone. She bounces leg to leg, praying for someone to pick up soon. The line connects and she smiles brightly, happy for a breakthrough. Rohan notices her smile and can’t help but breath out heavily, wishing he could make her smile like that.

“Hello, this is the Hirose residence. Who is this?”

“Hey Coochie,” (y/n) laughs to herself at her joke, “Is Jotaro there?”

Rustling is heard on the other end as Coochie goes to check, a distant sounding “yes” is heard as he readjusts the receiver.

“Yes he’s here, want me to get him Mrs. Kujo?”

“That would be lovely, thank you.” He sets the phone down and runs off leaving (y/n) on hold.

(Y/N) worriedly looks toward the artist resting on her bed, hoping that Jotaro has an answer on what to do about this. The phone is picked back up and a gruff voice answers.

“(y/n), what’s wrong?”

“Well, ya see, um…” she trails off. “Rohan got attacked by a stand, I took care of the user but there are some...residual effects.”

“Residual effects?”

“Um, he is, uh, incapacitated by, well I don’t know how to put it. The user said something about fuck or die.”

“What?”

“Fuck or die? I don’t know but he made it clear that if Rohan doesn’t get release within 24 hours, he will die.”

“Well isn’t there a strip club in this town? Take him there. He has enough money to get a happy ending,” Jotaro reasons.

“I don’t think so? Even if they did, I really doubt it’d be like American strip clubs where money will get you anything.”

“Does he have anyone who he can call for this?”

“What, like a booty call? Him? Fat chance of that, but I’ll ask,” she answers. Calling out to Rohan, “Do you have anyone who um, you could ask for, hm how should I put this? A favor? Of the sexual kind?”

“I’m not a whore,” he shoots back.

“Yea that’s a no from him,” she informs her husband.

“No wonder he is so awful. Can’t even get laid. Well, do what you have to do.”

“What? What are you saying Jojo?”

“Fuck him. Quick and easy. It’s not like we have any other options. We can’t just let him die. Good grief, woman, what do you think I’m saying?”

“But! I can’t just! I-I can’t do that!” She protests.

“Why not? You aren’t cheating on me, and it’s not like he will come back for more. If that’s the only way to save him, I’ll allow it.”

“Jojo! I feel like I should have a say in this!”

“Okay. What do you want to do about this? Do you have any better suggestions?”

“Not really, but there must be some other way,” she worries her bottom lip between her teeth.

“What’s the issue then?”

“I-I don’t want to do this alone…”

“Good grief, speak your mind!”

“Please come back. We can do it...together?”

“I’ll be there in 5 minutes,” he abruptly ends the call.

(Y/N) let’s out an unsteady breath. What had she just agreed to? A threesome with her husband and Rohan? How would that even work? She glances over to Rohan, seeing him panting.

Five minutes pass agonizingly slowly. Finally, the door to the room is opened and quickly slammed shut as Jotaro stalks into the room.

Jotaro glares at the man on the bed, “Pathetic.”

Rohan scoots away from the side of the bed closest to Jotaro, inadvertently bumping right up against (y/n).

“Are you sure this is the only way?” (Y/N) looks at Jotaro.

Rohan covers his lap under the fluffy duvet and looks down.

(Y/N) rubs his back, to which Rohan responds with a low gasp.

Jotaro’s eyes squint, “It seems this is the best course of action.”

Rohan looks between the two, silently praying that one of them will break the tension and just start.

(Y/N) shakily puts her hand against Rohan’s chest.

“Don’t worry, we will take care of you,” she soothes.

Rohan shudders at her low voice and pushes against her touch. Jotaro gets the message and stands behind (y/n) resting his hands on her hips.

She nervously pulls Rohan forward into her grasp and gently kisses him.

It’s like a shock to his system. Rohan can’t help himself as he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her back onto the bed, her legs straddling him. Jotaro leans over and leaves soft kisses up and down (y/n)’s neck, ending by sucking against the junction where her neck meets her shoulder.

Rohan’s hands roam all over her body, coming to rest on her chest. He gives an experimental squeeze, eyes lighting up when he hears her shuddering groan. Jotaro holds her hips tightly in his own grasp, hot breath fanning across the back of her neck. The taller man pulls her ass towards himself and slowly grinds against her, feeling himself start to harden.

(Y/N) reaches a tentative hand down to Rohan’s lap, and squeaks in surprise when he roughly grabs her hand and pushes his hard length against it. Rohan shakily sighs, finally getting some form of friction. Taking his lead, she massages him, pressing the palm of her hand firmly along his cock.

She sighs as Jotaro, kneels behind her, giving her support from the awkward angle she was in. He gently caresses her ass, ghosting his large hands over her heat.

Rohan whines against (y/n)’s touch and quickly breaks apart from her soft kisses to take his shirt off, finding the constriction unbearable.

“Calm down there buddy,” (y/n) laughs nervously, only to be met with Rohan’s lust-blown eyes. His mouth is parted slightly, panting. Rohan looks to Jotaro, as if asking permission to do something. Jotaro nods slightly. Rohan roughly pulls your shirt up and off of you, leaving you in a bra. Jotaro makes quick work of that, flinging the now useless garment somewhere in the room.

You gasp in shock and Rohan greedily takes one of your nipples into his mouth, already roughly grabbing and massaging the other one.

“R-Rohan!”

He growls against you and lightly nips at your sensitive chest. Jotaro, not one to be outdone, pulls your pants down and off of your legs, leaving you in your underwear. He presses one hand roughly against your clothed slit. Your back arches against him.

Rohan pulls you down to sit on his lap, relishing in the heat between your legs rubbing against him deliciously. Jotaro glares at him, resigning himself to holding your head back for heated kissing.

You wiggle your hips, gyrating on Rohan, sending him into even more of a frenzy than before. Jotaro snakes an arm around you to reach down your front side. His hand momentarily rests against the elastic band of your panties before diving underneath, teasing you with one finger against your lips. You whine against him, trying to adjust your hips to feel more, but Jotaro refuses to give in and finger you. Instead, he gently presses against your clit, adding more and more pressure every time you move against him.

“J-jojo, please,” she whines needily.

“Please what?”

“Please go in, please use your hand, I can’t take the teasing,” (y/n) grinds against Rohan and Jotaro’s fingers.

Suddenly, Jotaro dips his fingers into her wet pussy, roughly finger-fucking her. She screams out, slamming her hips down, making Rohan moan as well.

Hearing him, (y/n) looks down and sees how painfully clothed he still is.

“Rohan,” she mewls. “Take your pants off, please~”

He visibly shakes, hearing her beg and say his name so sweetly is like music to his ears. He slides his pants down, leaving him in only boxers. (Y/N) palms against him before grabbing him through the thin material. He gasps at her hard touch. Keening against her for more, Rohan bucks his hips into her grasp.

(Y/N)’s thighs squeeze against Jotaro’s hand, prompting him to take his hand out, seductively licking her moisture from his fingers before giving her another open-mouth kiss.

Tasting herself on him, she moans against him, tilting her hips against him to give him a roll. Jotaro breathes out heavily before pulling back and stripping off everything. (Y/N) finds herself licking her lips, watching her husband take it all off for her before he rejoins her on the bed. Jotaro presses his thick length against her still clothed pussy, rubbing in between her thighs, groaning at the feeling.

Rohan watches with rapt attention, the pure eroticism of the action making him drool. He watches (y/n)’s face as it contorts in pleasure. Rohan grips himself, tugging himself out of his boxers, grabbing her hand to grip him directly.

His tip is leaking, after being so needy and wanting for so long, he can’t take much more waiting.

Jotaro grabs (y/n)’s hips, hands playing with the band of her panties before ripping them off.

“H-hey! Those were my good ones!” She protests.

“Shut up, I’ll buy you more,” Jotaro silences her, one hand holding her neck, not putting pressure on it yet, but just holding it there. Rohan, taking the moment she is distracted, runs his fingers through her folds, gathering up moisture.

She squeaks in shock, watching as Rohan puts the finger in his mouth, sucking her essence off of him.

“Exquisite,” he sighs, gazing at her adoringly.

“Mine,” Jotaro replies, possessively grabbing (y/n)’s body, positioning himself at her entrance.

“Me first,” he grunts, relishing in the feeling of her tight walls clamping down on him.

(Y/N) let’s out a shaky gasp, never getting used to how well her husband fills her up, just how large he is. Jotaro finally bottoms out, only to pull her hips back up before dropping her back on his dick. Rohan watches, eyes stuck on the sight of her cunt swallowing the large dick whole.

“Make yourself useful,” Jotaro glares at Rohan, prompting him to stimulate her clit while she bounces on his cock. Rohan eagerly complies, using his hands to rub against her.

(Y/N) cries out, overstimulated from Jotaro’s dick jackhammering into her combined with Rohan’s skilled hands working her clit.

“G-Gonna cum,” she gasps out, thighs clenching, hips bucking against Jotaro.

“Cum for me, show him how well I treat you,” Jotaro growls in her ear.

(Y/N)’s orgasm hits her like a freight train, spasms ripping through her body as her vision whites out from the pleasure. Her pussy clenches onto Jotaro’s cock, bringing him to release too.

He holds her hips steadily against his own, panting in her ear as he empties himself out into her. Rohan finds himself transfixed by the sight of Jotaro’s cum oozing out of her.

“Here. Your turn,” Jotaro removes himself from her folds still breathing heavily.

“Blow his mind, honey,” he whispers against her ear. (Y/N) shudders at the gravelly tone in his voice before nodding, falling down to cage Rohan between her arms. Her arms support her weight, not wanting to just fall against the smaller man. He is broken out of his stupor when she lines herself up against his cock and sinks down slowly.

To say Rohan enjoyed it would be an understatement. It was pure bliss, Jotaro’s cum acting as a lubricant, allowing him to slide against her velvety walls. The warmth made him feel like he was melting underneath her, eyes rolling back as she finally reached the bottom.

Giving an experimental roll of her hips, Rohan’s arm shot up to her back, his nails digging in in pleasure.

“A-Ah~ (y/n)! Please,” he begged. Oh how the mighty fall. The great Rohan Kishibe, reduced to a begging fool at the slightest provocation. If he had the mental wherewithal to be ashamed, he would be, but right now, the only thing he could think about was how warm and wet her pussy was as she bounced up and down on him.

(Y/N)’s sweat-covered body warmed up again, the angle Rohan’s dick hitting her in just the right way. Her back arched, pushing her pelvis against him. The new position added just the right amount of friction against her clit with every bounce of her body.

“Rohan, I’m, fuck, I’m cumming!” She shouted, her hips losing rhythm as she ground herself against him, clenching down. Rohan moves his hands to her hips and roughly pulled her up and thrust into her, not wanting to lose the delicious friction.

Gasping out, (y/n)’s body went into overdrive, the added pleasure wiping her out entirely. “F-fuck~!”

Rohan moaned his approval, hips canting to meet her hips every time he dropped her down onto his dick.

“So close,” he cried out. Unable to hold out any longer, Rohan slammed with more fervor. Like an animal seeking release, Rohan held her body tightly against him until finally the coil of tension snapped, crying out as he rode out his orgasm.

“(Y/N)!” Rohan couldn’t help but scream her name, shooting his cum inside her to mix with Jotaro’s. His vision was filled with stars, drool spilling out of his parted mouth, body entirely blissed out.

Jotaro watched in amusement, he knew his wife was a dream in bed. He watched as she rolled off of Rohan to the side. Picking her up in his arms, he carried her to the bathroom to clean her up.

“You’re welcome,” he said, kicking the bathroom door closed to clean (y/n) up.

Rohan, thoroughly spent, stared up at the ceiling, unable to move from his pure exhaustion. His body finally started ramping down, finally relaxing after hours of pure tension.

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[1/5]🐎Hello! I'd like a JJBA [1&4] matchup? I'm a female, Virgo sun, Libra Moon, INFJ-T, and I'm Demisexual/Panromantic. I'm 5'11 and very insecure about my height, among other things. I'm very shy, and awkward. When I'm uncomfortable or around people I'm unfamiliar with I either don't speak at all, or I cannot stop talking, I just go off. Most awkward situations I find myself in, I put myself in through saying something stupid. I'm haunted by those moments.

Matchup

TW // none

Thank you for your request, hun! I like your passions a lot, from literature, to art and nature and horror stuff :0 you really sound like an interesting person ~ enjoy! ^_^

Phantom Blood and Diamond is Unbreakable Matchup

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My first matchup choice for you is...

Robert E. O. Speedwagon!

He's a master in making you comfortable. Robert is 25, and already knows enough about life to be helpful for you.

You can tell Speedwagon likes you, but as soon as you tell him about your sexuality, he stops and gets interested in an explanation. He doesn't want to get something wrong, with you.

Robert likes your height, as he's way bigger than you and able to completely wrap his body around yours. Only if you're okay with it. Before holding you this way, he usually asks.

Whenever he meets someone you don't know, he's not the type of man who forces you to talk or to introduce yourself. Robert will keep you close, and if you don't feel like talking, he's fine with you not talking.

Speedwagon agrees on you on how much first impressions matter. After all, it's because of the good impression Jonathan gave him, that he met his best friend, and his idea of the Joestar being a noble soul never changed.

The man loves when you act protective towards him. He spent years protecting himself, that feeling now protected by someone feels incredibly good.

After you get closer and actually become a couple, Robert cherished moments in which he sees you more open and affectionate.

Your first kiss was given by mistake, actually. You were giving him some good affection, and comfortable with kissing him, you leaned towards his cheek. Right in that moment, he turned his head to look at you. And the kiss just... happened. You both stayed because it felt right.

"Uhm... sorry for kissing back, y/n... it was a... reflex. If you want it to mean something, though... I wouldn't be complaining..." then, he giggled.

Speedwagon knows and respects the fact that you don't really enjoy showing off too much your affection in public, so he'll just subtly hold your hand or give you warm smiles.

He might have become a gentleman, after his adventure with Jonathan. But he's the same man who lived in Ogre Street, deep down. He's totally okay with playful pranks, and sometimes he'll even get his revenge on your pranks.

Robert is not an artistic person himself, but he enjoys listening and watching you while you draw, or write. If you give him permission, he will happily read what you've written and sincerely compliment you.

Speedwagon focuses a lot on people he cares about. He's a caring man and will never let you think you aren't loved enough. He won't even give you enough time to feel abandonment issues.

Even if it's an habit of yours, Robert will beg you several times not to bottle up your feelings. He's a great listener, and will always be there, when you'll need him.

He loves horror stuff, crime and conspiracy theories. Speedwagon is the type of man who would make up a whole speech about this. A serious speech.

Even if he's not a great artist nor a great writer, after he's learnt to appreciate more his country's culture, he likes literature and history a lot.

Robert will lock himself up with you in a library and read in your company for hours. He has a soft spot for the light that forms in your eyes, when you read and learn together.

If you happen to read romance together, expect Speedwagon to be a little clingy. He wants a kiss too, why should the book's characters be the only ones who get a kiss?

Don't be ashamed of asking him to spend some time in the nature. He needs a break from the city, and as he's starting setting up his Foundation, he needs peace. With you, possibly.

My second matchup choice for you is...

Kishibe Rohan!

There really are a lot of chaotic dumbasses, in Morioh Cho.

When from his window, he sees someone so chill around new people, he thinks he's dreaming. He needs to be more about you.

He succeeds in approaching you enough to use Heaven's Door on you. Asking would have been too embarrassing for him, the famous mangaka Kishibe Rohan. What if you understood he's interested in you?

Rohan learns you're demisexual, and this equals the fact that he can't expect you to fall in his arms and live happily ever after. You need to get to know each other and develop a relationship, before falling in love.

Pfft. Easy. He points his finger at your pages, and writes "I already know and care about Kishibe Rohan". His satisfaction doesn't last much. The ink disappears, as Heaven's Door manifests in front of its user and shakes its head.

The stand wouldn't have helped its user to force your feelings, even if it was for a good cause. So Rohan gave up and chose to have a good talk with you.

He caught you in a moment when you couldn't stop talking. But it was kinda different. Rohan enjoyed it, in a certain way. Seeing that you had so much to tell when talking to him, made him feel different, even though he had started to admire you for how chill you seemed.

The first impression Rohan gives out is never good, honestly. The fact that you talked so much to him doesn't mean you had a good feeling about him. He's kinda arrogant. It's a defense type of thing.

But you feel like he wants to spend time with you.

"Just because we always meet everywhere doesn't mean that I, Kishibe Rohan, am following you, y/n."

You didn't even mention him following you. He unwillingly exposed himself. That's when you understood Rohan isn't, in fact, arrogant, rather a softie in denial.

When you two start getting close to each other, he feels you becoming protective over him. Rohan thanks you, but tells you he doesn't need it. When you try to stop being protective, he whines because he wants you to care about him again.

When you're introduced to his house, you feel like you went through heaven's door - ba dum tsss -. You didn't know about his passion before, and you learn he's a mangaka.

When you crash at his place, you enjoy watching him working on his manga, Pink Dark Boy, and as you like drawing, he can't hide he has let you help him several times so you could take a break afterwards and spend some deserved time cuddling.

His house's curtains are always down, you don't have to worry about other people seeing you smooch Rohan. Just because he dislikes PDA as much as you.

If you're okay with it, he'd like to keep your relationship secret for a bit. He's not ready to see Josuke and Okuyasu snickering and chattering over your feelings.

When you two draw together, you happen to steal his pencils and brushes, so Rohan has to run after you for the whole house. If he succeeds in reaching for you, he wins a kiss. And - maybe - his drawing tools.

He noticed how critical you are about your drawing skills. It's not something Rohan thought he would have ever done, but he'll let you sit on his lap, his hand wrapped around yours, holding a pencil and guiding your hand in drawing a sketch.

Rohan is the ceo of Don't-Bottle-Your-Feelings-Up. He has temper, if he thinks something bad about someone, he'll just straight up say it. That's why he talked you a lot of times into not keeping everything inside your chest.

He doesn't watch lots of horror or conspiracy stuff, but if you happen to read or learn something interesting, tell him, he'll be grateful for you giving him inspiration for his manga.

Rohan often brings you in hidden places full of nature - he found those out while looking for inspiration in Morioh Cho - where you can spend some time alone and where he can draw quick sketches of you obliviously smiling.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jojo matchup #jojo part one #jojo part four #phantom blood #diamond is unbreakable #robert e o speedwagon #kishibe rohan #rohan x reader #speedwagon x reader #jojo headcanons

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Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Bizarre Beach! Torn Between Scylla and Charybdis!

JJBA part 4 fan fic. Chapter 2: Sand in the water, Stand in the water!

Summary: During his stay in Morioh, Jotaro needs to come up with a subject for his doctoral thesis in marine biology! Strange happenings in the waters of Morioh beach piques Jotaros interest, making him investigate strange sightings of a mermaid, followed by injured surfers! In hopes of finding a subject for his thesis he teams up with Kishibe Rohan and Joseph Joestar to solve the mysterious happenings! Is it the work of an actual mermaid or is there a Stand user lurking around the corner?!

Number of chapters: 9

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Total word count for all chapters: 12 749.

Chapter 2 word count: 1715.

Authors note: this is my first fan fic, I tried my best and hope you will enjoy it! You may also read it on my Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20937995/chapters/49778429

The next day Jotaro went back to the beach, which today hosted a festival, with lots of people, vendors and activities. None of it was of interest to Jotaro, he was there with a purpose and hired a small motorboat to go out into the waters. He drove around for two hours in the beautiful blue water, without noticing anything out of the ordinary, only seeing occasional surfers and swimmers closer to the beach. He did, however, notice how much trash that was floating around in the water in several places; plastic bags, old newspapers, cans and other things. Despicable, no respect for nature, he thought and sighed. If he weren’t able to find another subject for his thesis, he might just give up and write his thesis about the effects of trash floating around in the oceans, a subject many already written… his thesis would wind up being what its subject would be: trash. Just as he was on his way back to the beach, his face was hit with what he was currently thinking about; trash. A wrapping from some fast food had flown right into his face. He wiped it away, disgusted with some ketchup now on his cheek, and failed to catch it as it flew away in the wind, fuck, Jotaro thought with a sting of guilt for second-hand littering. Suddenly, his boat rocked a bit and waves were starting to splash wildly around him and he started to hear distant screams from the beach, which he was fairly close to by now. He saw people getting up from the water and running away from the beach. Jotaro heard a sudden roar behind him and quickly turned his head around and saw a huge wave of water quickly coming towards the beach seemingly out of nowhere. The edge of the wave was to swallow him in seconds, forcing him to act hastily. “Star Platinum!” Jotaro shouted and his fierce blue and purple Stand manifested, as he accelerated the boat and steered it to move horizontally along the wave, “ZA WARUDO!” A shockwave burst out from Star Platinum as time around them froze, but the boat Jotaro drove still sped on to ride alongside the wave’s front, leaving an empty trench in the water behind the boat. Star Platinum rose its fists as they approached the wave, “ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!!” the Stand shouted and delivered punches into both the wave and the water in front of it, until Jotaro finally made it to the other end of the wave, reaching his limit of stopping time. “Resume time!” Jotaro said and the gears of time started to turn once again, making the big wave burst from Star Platinums punches, whilst also being stopped by a smaller opposing wave created from the punches directed at the water in front of the wave. The empty trench from the boat sucked it all up, creating a broad geyser turning everything into a shower before the water stilled once again. The panic on the beach started to settle down and Jotaro slowed down as he went into the beach to return the boat. That wave was not natural, he thought, looking out over the ocean, which had gone from calm to calamity in seconds. Maybe he couldn’t dismiss the possibility that this was the work of a Stand, and suddenly he realized... Stand users are drawn to other Stand users. And this one seemed to be in the beaches water; the beach that Jotaro frequently visited. “Shit,” Jotaro sweated and thought, I’M the Stand user that is being drawn to the other Stand user!

Jotaro decided to go back to the hotel and regroup his facts and impressions. He knew the following: - People had been attacked out of nowhere with no provocation given quite severe injuries. - Attacked people had seen, what seemed to be, a mermaid. - He himself had been attacked by a huge wave that came out of nowhere without warning, that probably was the attack of a Stand user.

He sat at the table in his hotel room, with a cup of tea, pondering these thoughts. How could they be puzzled together? Logic dictated that the mermaid could not be a Stand, as normal humans could not have been able to see it, had that been the case. So the mermaid could instead potentially be a Stand user – if it was a mermaid or just someone mistaken for a mermaid. He knew he once had battled a water Stand and held his breath for a long time, so it was possible there were more Stand users with that lung capacity. But why would a Stand user attack normal civilians in the water? Did it want to lure out Jotaro and his friends? He had to find out the reason and to do that he had to find the user. He hoped it was not related to Kira and that it could be settled peacefully in the case that the user was an actual mermaid. He was not fond of the thought of beating up what could be a great subject for his thesis. Jotaro picked up the phone next to him and dialled a number, “Hey. It’s Jotaro. … No, JOTARO. JOJO. … Meet me at the beach tomorrow at 12am. … No, the BEACH. The B-E-A-C-H. … Good,” he hung up the phone and sighed, “Yare yare…” this was a gamble but he had to try it.

And so the next day came, and Jotaro made his way to the beach. He looked out over the setting to observe the surroundings. The festival was still on for another day, but today there were a lot of lifeguards around and warning signs to not get too far out in the water. Also, the coast guard had a boat patrolling. Yesterday’s sudden violent wave had made the town cautious and the number of people out enjoying themselves was slightly fewer than yesterday. Good, thought Jotaro, in the events of encountering the possible Stand again he would prefer there to be fewer people in the risk of being injured. “Aah, there you are, Jotaro-kun!” an old familiar voice called behind him, Jotaro turned around and saw his company had finally arrived, his old grandpa Joseph Joestar, but he was not the only one approaching them. “Good morning, Jotaro-san,” Kishibe Rohan spoke, walking together with Joseph. “Rohan-san?” Jotaro said surprised. “I ran into Rohan-kun at the bus stop! He was also heading for the beach!” Joseph answered before Rohan could say anything. “Yes, and I helped you get on the right bus... I thought that the recent activities happening here at the beach might be a good inspiration for my stories!” Rohan said and stroked a pose, sketch block in hand. “I see,” Jotaro said, not very surprised over the mangakas motive for being here but also not very interested either, “Listen up, old man. I believe there is a Stand user in the water. I need your help tracking it down.” “A sand user in the water, Iggy's alive?! OH MY GOOOD!” Joseph burst out in shock, putting his hands to his cheek. “Joseph, please, Iggy's been dead for years… I said a Stand user in the water, not sand user…” “Huuuuhhh?? Sand in the water??” Joseph said confused, “is there a problem with that?” “No, a STAND in the water,” Jotaro said louder. “Hahaha! Silly boy, you’re not standing in the water, you’re standing at the beach,” Joseph turned to Rohan, “he is standing at the beach, right? My eyesight has gotten worse lately, I wish it was as good as my hearing…” he took off his glasses and wiped them off at his jacket. “Uhh…” Rohan had a lack of words. “STAND USER. WATER. FIND THEM,” Jotaro said irritated, as Star Platinum manifested behind him, pointing towards the water. “There is a Stand user in the water?! Why didn’t you say so! We have to find them!” Joseph eagerly said, starting to walk towards the beach. “Joseph, wait!” Jotaro walked up to him, “I’ll take a boat out into the water and lure the Stand out, then you will use Hermit Purple to track it down and write a map in the sand and then we will come back and see its location on the map. I suspect it is a short-range power Stand with the ability to manipulate water. Therefore, I believe it is the safest choice that you stay at the beach.” Joseph looked up at him and nodded with a serious expression on his face, “Got it.” Rohan cleared his throat, “Ahem, excuse me, but may I be of assistance? I cannot see a better opportunity to observe these happenings than to be on the boat as well,” he politely asked, then changed his tone, “and if there really is a Stand user…” Jotaro nodded at him. Looking back at how he barely made it yesterday, he could need some extra help, although his motives were to only find the Stand user and not fight it – but if it were hostile he might have no other choice than to face off with it. “Let’s get the boat,” Jotaro said to Rohan, nodding towards the boat shack close by. “Oh, before you go,” Joseph said, “Could you spare me a paper and some Ink, Rohan-kun?” “Sure,” Rohan answered and pulled out a spare bottle of ink, handing it over to Joseph with a couple of papers, “Why?” Joseph smirked, “Just in case, you never know what may come in handy! Or I might get bored and feel like making a drawing!” he then let out a laugh which turned into a cough, “God I’m starting to get too old for this…” Rohan and Jotaro made their way to the boat shack, “Are you sure he is fit for this…?” Rohan asked worried, feeling like Joseph wasn’t the most reliable, although he knew Joseph at least had paid in time for a drawing commission he ha made recently. Jotaro smiled faintly, “No worries, the old man may not have a body as ripped and sweet as back in the days, but when it comes to getting things done, he never lets you down. Let’s go!”

CHAPTER 2 END.

Thanks for reading!

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emypony · 6 years

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Emy finally writes something after 10 000 years

CHAPTER 1.

OF MY YUUICHI FIC.

LORD IT TOOK ME SO LONG

just because i couldnt figure out how to make them meet and i did a shabby job at it but SURE i’ll take it.

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Yuuichi sighed as he looked at the shirt he was now holding in his hands. He looked at the dark grey-ish cherry red that adorned most of it, with charcoal colored accents decorating the sides. He put it on with relative ease, as it seemed to be a perfect fit, tailored specifically for him. Looking at the coffee table in front of him, he picked up the diamond shaped opal crystal that he was gifted with by that blue haired girl, and put it over his heart, on top of the shirt. It clasped automatically to the fabric, a cloak of the same color family materializing around him. Speaking of the girl, Yuuichi still didn't know who she was. Was it a mistake to accept her offer?

"Tsurugi Yuuichi." She had voiced. The navy haired boy gulped roughly, his throat feeling as dry as a desert. He didn't know why he felt like that. In fact, how did he even know she was calling out for him? In truth, he couldn't even remember his own name, and he was more than certain that no other person was around him. Exhaling loudly he mustered the strength to turn around and face the voice. Though what he saw took him by surprise. No more than a few meters away, stood a girl. She looked a little shorter than he was, but he couldn't determine her age based on the voice, neither by her appearance.

"Who...who are you?" He found himself saying, still difficult to get accustomed to using his vocal chords, and hearing his own voice after what felt like eons of silence. The girl began walking closer, slowly. "I see you are still numb from your slumber. That's alright, you'll warm up in no time." Yuuichi blinked. What was she talking about? He opened his mouth to try and speak again, but was stopped abruptly by her raised hand. "My identity is of no concern to you at the moment. I am here for one sole reason." He slightly tilted his head as he watched her stop in front of him. He could asses her features now. Bright hazel eyes, accompanied by a turquoise colored hair. Her face was round, and her build was lithe in comparison to him. She seemed even shorter up close, but that wasn't the most detrimental aspect of hers. She wore a blood colored cloak, with golden accents on the ends. He had a...somewhat bad feeling about all of this. "I came here to make a deal." He blinked in confusion at her words. Deal? What could she possibly offer him, and he, in return? "Your life. You will solely belong to me, in exchange for another chance to live." He froze in place, as she spoke those words. His life? Chance to live? "I'm sure you've noticed that there's something going on. At this exact moment, you're not really living. You're a wandering soul lost in the void. I cannot tell you your story, for it is up to you to find out, but I can offer you the opportunity to experience it yourself and much more." Yuuichi frowned. "And what...what do you get out of this, if I accept? I'll give you my life but It's not like I can...do too much." At least he had some kind of logic left, despite his absence of a physical body. The girl smiled. "That will not be a problem. You'll be training alongside others as well. So, what do you say?" ~~~~ "Tch." He expressed as he made sure the collar of his shirt was all set. Why did he agree to this, again? It was probably the lack of remorse that he felt and the thought of being left alone into that endless void. He...did not like the idea. At all. Something about the silence and the darkness of the place, made it really eerie. Sighing, he gave himself one last look and then exited the temporary room he was granted with. He walked down a dimly lit hall, where he was instructed to go. The girl, whose name was 'Emy' as he had learned so not long ago, told him to go to the concert room...whichever that one was. The building he was in wasn't so big, so not that hard to navigate. He'd been told how the doors to the room in question looked, and he quickly found himself in front of them. An overwhelming feeling of anxiety washed over him, and he could feel his heartbeat pick up. Gulping, he shook his head and manned up. It was just a 'meeting' wasn't it? Letting out a deep breath, he pressed on the handle of one of the doors and entered the room. It was relatively big, other hooded and un-hooded figures around, loitering on the seats or on the small podium in front of the room. They turned his heads at him, making him feel like prey under a hunter's gaze. He took a few steps down, not wanting to stay right in the door. One of them smiled, another to do a double take when they saw him. What, had they seen a ghost? Emy told him he wasn't dead anymore, right? ...right? He took in everyone around him, or so, the faces he could see at least. A teal haired boy with brown eyes, a hidden meaning behind his gaze. Another boy, had ocean blue eyes. He looked up at him with a content smile. A brown haired boy, with a white headband was watching from afar. His eyes bore right into Yuuichi's, analyzing him, although no malice seemed to be present in his orbs. Perched on a windowsill was a figure with dark navy, fluffy hair. He had glanced at him when he entered the room, but returned to staring out the window with his icy look. That was about all the people he could take a look at, as the others had a cloak over their head, for some reason. Most of them seemed either as tall as him or shorter, and they appeared to be somewhat younger. There were a total of around 9 people in the said room, himself included. Suddenly, all the attention turned to the entrance as the doors opened and inside walked the said blue haired girl, followed by a pink haired person with bright blue eyes. One of the people he saw earlier, suddenly changed demeanor as he saw the boy following Emy. "Ooh, Kirino-senpai. You fit right in with the girls!" 'Kirino' glared at him, but before he could retort, the girl answered for him, patting his head as she passed by. "Zip it Kariya, you'll get your banter later. We have work to do." Kariya crossed his arms with a 'hmph' and pretended he was unaffected by all of this. Just as they passed him, the boy following Emy halted in front of him, a look of shock and disbelief adorning his face. He muttered a few words to himself almost as if he tried to convince himself this was real. Yuuichi raised an eyebrow, unsure as to what this whole thing was supposed to mean. He was starting to doubt wether or not he was actually glowing but he didn't notice it. Kirino turned to Emy, speaking somewhat quietly. "But how...?" "It would require me to sit here an entire day and tell you how and why and we don't really have time for that. Maybe some other day, no? Or you could as him if you want." "N-no, I think I'm good." What, now they're afraid of me? This slightly upset Yuuichi. What was going on? Was he really going to be kept in the dark like that? "Alright, everyone's here I suppose? Good. You will be in pairs for now. You'll receive your instructions through the crystals I gave all of you earlier. They will also act as communication devices between each other. Luckily, they're bound to you so you can't lose them." "Good thing, because if Kariya's head wasn't stuck to his neck he'd lose that too." Kirino said, snickering. "Hey!" Kariya said, trying to reach his 'offender' but failing due to his height. A few other chuckles were heard throughout the room. Emy had smiled as well, rolling her eyes. "And that's why you two will go together." "Wait what!" Both of them said in unison. The girl smiled and waved. "Good luck~! Now, let's see. Kishibe. Yukimura. Kurosaki." upon saying those three names, the 3 boys he had first noticed when he entered, walked up to her. "Lalaya, Okita." "Woo!" A voice was heard, as a girl jumped over the desks, landing right down. The other figure kept a steady hand on the swords they seemed to adorn on their waist, as they also went next to the previous girl. Pulling the hood down, a tan tall boy with dark purple hair came into light. "Try not to break any of your legs even before we start, will you?" "Oh shush! This'll be great!" She beamed, doing a little twirl, her hood coming off as well, a long galactic purple ponytail coming into view. Emy smiled. "That'll be all of you. Dismissed." Kirino was about to say something to her, but he was shot a glare and so he shut his mouth. Yuuichi himself wanted to say something but abstained from doing so. He didn't know anything about these people so he might as well stay quiet. All of the members went towards the exit, and he watched everyone from in front pass by him. It was as the last hooded person was about to leave as the girl whistled for him. "Oi! Not you. Come here." She motioned to Yuuichi as well to come closer, as she stepped down from the small podium. He was now next to the shorter person. They were the only ones left. Emy crossed her arms and sighed. "Oh boy. Now, how do I put this." Yuuichi finally felt safe enough to talk. "So...we're partners?" She smirked. "You've got that right." Yuuichi frowned slightly turned to the other person. Something was off but he wasn't quite sure what. He looked down at the other individual, but was unsure what to do. "Well, if we're to work together, maybe we should start with that hood?" He said, a bit annoyed. The person sighed and put the cowl down, still looking away. It was when he turned towards Yuuichi that both of them kind of stared in shock at each other. Same navy blue colored hair, the indistinguishable slanted copper eyes and the identical small mole beneath the mouth. He blinked a few times then turned to Emy, who just falsely coughed a couple of times. "Well, now that we got THAT out of the way-" "No we didn't! What the hell is this?!" He said a bit louder. "You've told me absolutely nothing ever since you got me here and I'm just about done with being kept in the dark." She sighed. "Alright alright, let me make this easy for you two. Yuuichi, meet, well, Yuuichi. You from another timeline. Clear enough?" "What?" They both said in unison, looking at her. They even had the same voice! Though that was unbeknownst to them. The taller boy looked at the shorter one with a bit of disbelief. "...That's how I sound like? I always thought my voice was deeper." The other Yuuichi didn't reply, and only looked away. "Yup. Get used to it. Now, ta-ta, we need something to call you two since having the same name might be confusing." Emy said, cupping her palms together. "And I've got just the thing!" "...You really planned this out didn't you." "What, who, me? Of course not! What made you think so?" He rolled his eyes as the shorter boy looked away with one hand on his other arm. Grantedly, due to his past he was a bit shyer when it came to social interactions. And being put into such a bizarre situation didn't help either. "Right, names! You-" pointing to the spiky haired boy. "will be 'Yuui'! And you-" she said, pointing to the remaining person "will be 'Chi'. Sounds simple, yeah?" "...so you just divided the name up. Wow, that sounds very 'smart'. It's stupid, I'm not doing this." 'Yuui' said. "Well do YOU have any better ideas?" He was about to say something, but upon a raised eyebrow for Emy, he backed down and shut his mouth. "That's what I thought. And besides, you'll see it'll be fine! Once we get you two up and running, you'll be a great team! I know it." "...What makes you so sure that this will work?" Chi finally spoke, although quietly. "OH, it'll work alright. I have a hunch..." She said, cracking her knuckles and smiling a tad...creepily. It sent chills down both of the boys' spines. After a bit of silence, Yuui looked up at her. "So? You said training. Where are we going?" Emy came closer to them, putting one hand on her hip. "You'll be training at a place called God Eden." ~~~ Well, that was for chapter 1! I hope this made some sense??? It'll all become clearer in the next chapters (hopefully xD) I'll explain both their out of character behaviors soon, so until then just enjoy the ride!

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You saying Kishibe call me is so fucking funny LMAO - thought I’d also hop in your inbox and let you know that your writing is great! It’s really impressive how you’re able to write so much consistently and have it just be that good I really don’t know how you do it. And if you’re taking requests I have a general drabble request for anything that has to do with Kishibe + squirting and an age gap - no worries if you aren’t though! :)

LMFAOOOOOOO no because i mean it. i need him to hit my line EXPEDITIOUSLY!!! thank you so much for reading and supporting and enjoying my work! that makes me so glad to hear!

i've literally never written squirting before. like i don't think yall understand. i've written smut like six times ever dlfkjdsk i'm a pretty new writer LMFAO so i hope this is ok!

** Reader is an adult but Kishibe is an ancient annoying grumpy old man!

This fucking old piece of shit. He was going to kill you. He was going to take everything from you and leave you limp and boneless across his desk.

“Shhhhh, I told you to keep it down,” his rough voice commands.

You bite down on your tongue hard, the sharp metallic taste of blood invading your senses. It’s quiet in the office, the end of the workday having sent everyone home…you hope. Somehow, a quick visit to Kishibe’s office ended with you on the edge of his desk with your legs spread wide, knuckles white with your tight grip and your superior hovering over you with his hand between your thighs.

You’ve been going at it for a while now, Kishibe continuously bringing you to your peak only to snatch it away when he feels your legs begin to shake around his hand, feels your walls clamp down on his fingers. He won’t let you cum until he’s ready. Until you’re a writhing puddle beneath him.

“Kishibe…please,” you beg, tears streaming down your face as he’s yanked yet another orgasm out of reach. “Please, please. I want to cum so bad, Kishibe. I need to cum.”

He hums quietly, pressing a kiss to your ear, the smell of liquor hot on his breath. “And that’s the problem with you up and coming devil hunters. So entitled,” he breathes against your skin.

Your eyes flutter closed as he curls his fingers inside of you, a quiet whimper leaving your lips.

“Should I let you cum?”

“Because…” you groan, half from pleasure and half from irritation because it doesn’t fucking matter. No answer is going to be the right one. He’s so damn frustrating…But the reward is worth the suffering.

It’s always like this with you and this old bastard. He’s such an asshole, scares everyone off when he comes stumbling down the halls at work. Drives you crazy when he orders you to do something you hate just so he can see you scowl and tell him to go fuck himself. Then when the halls are empty and it’s quiet in the building, you meet him in his office where he presses you against the floor to ceiling glass window that overlooks the Tokyo skyline…yanks your pants down and makes you cum so hard you see stars.

A sharp curl of Kishibe’s thick fingers makes you gasp loudly, his free hand coming up to shove three fingers past your lips. “Suck,” he orders. And you do as you’re told. He pumps his digits in and out of your hole, the lewd squelching sounds and your rapid breaths the only thing that can be heard. Kishibe presses a tender kiss to your forehead as you squeeze your eyes shut, the sudden display of affection making your heart race, making the coil in your stomach grow tighter.

“I keep telling you to be quiet and you just…” he curls the fingers in your cunt, making you whimper softly as they brush a particularly sensitive spot, “...don’t…” he pumps his digits in and out, in and out, “...listen.”

Kishibe sighs, pressing the fingers in your mouth down on your tongue and you inhale sharply, trying to fight off the urge to gag against his hand. Tears roll freely down your cheeks. His dark eyes stare down at you with no sympathy as you writhe against his hand. You close your eyes, biting back any moans that threaten to escape as Kishibe works his fingers inside of you.

“You want to cum?”

“Mhmm, please,” you hum, your begging muffled against his fingers as you nod enthusiastically. He angles his fingers so that they’re grazing against your g-spot and your muffled moan only makes Kishibe tap against that spot over and over again.

The coil gets tighter, the pooling in your belly gets hotter, your breathing gets harder. You feel your body shuddering. Your brows knit together, you’re almost there. As long as he doesn’t stop.

Eyes still closed, you feel Kishibe pull his thick fingers from the cavern of your mouth and you take a deep breath before you feel his large hand then wrap around your neck, pulling you towards him.

“Look at me,” Kishibe tells you. And you listen. Through watery eyes, you peer up at him. You’re not sure what you expect to see. Maybe his dead eyes still looking at you as though you’re worthless. Or maybe he’ll gaze at you lovingly like you sometimes hope he’ll do when he has you like this; give you something to show he cares about you as more than just his fuck buddy.

But it’s neither of those. It’s a simple, sly smirk curling at the end of his lips that has you panting, has your thighs shaking, has you falling over the edge. Kishibe leans down, presses his forehead to yours as he fucks his fingers into your pussy and utters the words you’ve been dying to hear all night…“Cum.”

The coil in your belly snaps, your soft walls squeezing and clenching around Kishibe’s fingers as your release oozes from your cunt. And he’s still pumping, still curling, still abusing your g-spot. He has you shaking, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Kishibe watches you come undone before him.

“Give me everything,” he grunts, pumping his digits into you faster, the obnoxious smacking sounds of his soaked palm slapping against your drenched cunt filling the space. And then your legs are shaking again, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as yet another orgasm washes over you.

“Good girl,” he whispers, eyes drifting down to your pussy. He curls his fingers inside of you. “Another,” he demands.

You shake your head, panting, gasping for air as you try to catch your breath from back to back releases. You’re so sensitive. You can’t possibly cum again.

“You can,” Kishibe tells you, as though he’s read your mind. “You can give me one more. I know you can.”

Then he gives you a taste of what you’ve always been looking for from him. He tightens his grip around your neck just a little, pulling you to him as he places a sweet, soft kiss to your lips. And you’re going over the edge again.

“Kishi–ohh–fuck, Kishibe I’m–”

Your walls clamp down on Kishibe’s fingers once more and this time you can’t stop the loud cry that rushes past your lips and straight into Kishibe’s mouth. You can’t stop the way your body convulses on the desk as your third orgasm tears through you and you definitely can’t stop the rush of liquid that shoots from your core, drenching the paperwork beneath your ass on the desk, Kishibe’s hand and the front of his pants.

There’s a momentary silence, save for your harsh breathing.

“Oh?” Is all Kishibe can muster as he stares down at the mess between you two. He looks just as surprised as you do, brows raised high on his forehead. He pulls his fingers from inside of you, a long string of your slick connecting you to each other until he wipes it off on his pants. He steps back, his gaze now examining the puddle on the floor and between your legs.

“Well…I guess it’s good the cleaning crew hasn’t come through yet.”

You can’t do anything but laugh, caught off guard by his sudden humor, but still too frazzled to do much more.

Kishibe hums, unbothered as he reaches into his pocket to take out his flask. He pops it open and throws his head back to take a swig…only to realize it’s empty. Grumbling, he puts it away and glances over at you, still spread wide for him on his desk.

“Fix yourself up while I get changed,” he says as he makes to leave. “I’ll wait for you downstairs. We can go for drinks.”

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