#rohan kishibe reader insert

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To Have Loved and Lost: Thank you for the Food (Rohan Kishibe/Reader [Angst/Fluff/Multiple chapters]

Tonio Trussardi is in this one (Josuke eats Spaghetti)

Previous Chapter!

“I didn’t know about your hate for parties.”

“Now you do.”

You take a seat beside Rohan, careful not to nudge him as he sits on the cement. The house is obnoxiously loud, still annoying to hear even in the backyard.

“I just wanted to experience a party before graduation…” You admit, playing with your fingers as a droplet of shame swirls in your chest.

The pool glows blue, your only source of light in the darkness. Rohan seems to have no problem with the lack of lighting, sketching on his notepad with ease while you have to squint just to see your hands.

You take a deep breath, picking your next words carefully. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.”

Rohan's hand stopped moving for a second. He seems to be deep in thought as he looks up from the page. You worry when he looks back down.

“Did I upset you?” You ask sadly, eyes straining in trying to search for any hint of annoyance on his face.

Your genuine tone makes the boy freeze for a moment. He responds after a second's consideration.

“… No. It was just overwhelming being in there with people constantly trying to be buddy-buddy with me.”

You nod at his reply, bringing your knees up to your chest, resting your chin on your crossed arms.

When your eyes adjust to the dark, you can finally see the sketch Rohan’s working on. It’s a sketch of the pool, his art style making it look like it’s the fountain of youth.

You lean in closer subconsciously, in awe of the boy's talent.

“You send out the manuscript yet?” The artist ignores the goosebumps on his arms as your warmth radiates onto him.

Rohan shakes his head, still focused on the drawing at hand. “I’ve yet to perfect it,” he huffs, shifting his sketchbook closer to you so you don’t have to strain your eyes.

“Mmh, you’re a perfectionist at heart. I read your draft over and over again thinking it was the final copy,” you reply, “I almost missed the bus to school because I slept late.”

His ears perk up at your confession. “… You liked it that much?”

You don’t know why he’s so shocked. He’s amazing, he knows he’s amazing.

“Duh. You don’t spend that much time on something you don’t like,” you laugh, pulling away and stretching your back. Your bare legs float on the dimly lit pool.

You put a finger on your chin, deep in thought about his manga. “I liked how distinguishable your characters are. They’re so unique, that just from their shadow or a piece of dialogue, I can tell who’s who.”

You nod to yourself. “I think that’s what kept me up— rereading and l choosing which character I should focus my attention on next.”

You don’t notice the growing blush on the other person's face as you continue your ramble.

Rohan shakes his head, swatting away any lingering thoughts he had after hearing you gush about his character's designs. He worked hard trying to make them all stand out without clashing. To hear that being appreciated—

A snap of your fingers makes him jolt in surprise. “Ooh, and the plot. You know, most manga I’ve read have a slow start, and that’s where a majority of the readers give up. Your story doesn’t have that issue at all,” you ramble on, clueless to the mini heart attack your crush— friend was suffering through beside you.

This went on for a few minutes, Rohan too flustered to stop your seemingly endless compliments. The worst part, the part he hated most, was how you failed to realize the effect you had on him.

His hands went clammy, his throat clogged up, the butterflies in his stomach were ramming against his ribcage now.

“And obviously, the artwork, too. The cover design is so eye catching that it—“

Your name falls from his lips, cutting your ramble short and earning your attention. Only then, do you realize that you’ve been gushing about his works, leaving him speechless till now.

You see the awestruck expression on his face, one that you mistake for him being weirded out.

Face flushing, you wave your hands sporadically while babbling, “I’m sorry! That must be really overwhelming to hear, I just got really excited and couldn’t—“

Rohan keeps his stern gaze on your moon-lit face, his voice gentle, but clear to your ears. He’ll admit, it was word vomit. He didn’t know what he was gonna say until it was out of his mouth, until he saw how your lips parted, and your eyebrows raised.

“I think I'm in love with you.”

Rohan can’t hide his scowl or his reddening cheeks with you laying on his chest, your hands locking his own from moving to cover his face. He settles to look away to the side in exasperation.

“You should’ve warned me, maybe then your precious sketchbook wouldn’t have suffered such a tragic fate…” He can tell you’re especially giddy the way your legs kick in the air, hitting the armrest of the couch as they drop.

“I didn’t know that you were foolish enough to jump into the pool after that.”

“Hey! I did not jump, my hand slipped from the edge.”

It had been two years since the day he looked at you in a new light at the carnival, and a year and a half since he accidentally confessed his love for you.

“And are we forgetting who jumped after me? Hm? Let’s not forget my knight in shining armour—”

“I should’ve let you sink to the bottom.”

You laugh, still triumphant, “I’ll never forget how you yelled, ‘Are you dense?! Why did you do that?!’”

Rohan covers his face in embarrassment at your mock voice acting of him, his hands finally released from yours.

“Alright— we wanna talk about embarrassing moments? What about that time you ran away after our fight?”

You roll your eyes, scoffing.

“Which fight, drama queen? You know you love picking fights.”

His face is sweaty, his usually neutral face flushed pink. You wonder if he ran here.

Your arms cross, eyebrows furrowing in anger. He gulps.

This was the first time you two had fought, also the first time he insulted you. It was petty to leave so suddenly, but one more second inside the home with his snarky remarks, and you would’ve lunged at him.

“I thought I told you to leave me alone,” you remind him coldly through the crack in the door.

He shakes his head, pursing his lips. You don’t think he’s ever looked this desperate before. “Come back.”

You bring a finger up to your chin, as if to think, but you know that he knows that your answer was clear. “No.”

“Why?” He questions, glaring at your friends’ furniture peeking from behind you. He bets that they don’t even have the silk pillowcases he has. Rohan cringes at the thought of you sleeping on the couch as opposed to a king sized bed.

“You’re mean, and you called me stupid.”

“I was only telling the truth.”

When you threaten to shut the door in his face, and he scrambles to find his words. “Alright, alright! I’m sorry!”

“For what?”

“For being mean, and ‘cruel’.” Rohan rolls his eyes, motioning air quotes with his fingers.

“And? What else?”

“And I’m sorry I ignored you when you brought me lunch.”

Your silence let him know to keep going.

“And I’m sorry I didn’t call you when I was on a business trip.”

This earns the door opening a centimetre wider.

“And I’m sorry for calling you stupid and overly emotional, even though you were—“

The door creaks, to which he scurries to change the direction of his words.

“EVEN THOUGH your reaction was valid and understandable. It’s my fault. And I’m sorry.”

You look off to the side, rubbing your arms now. “…I’m still mad at you.”

“I know. Come home. Please.”

Rohan breathes out a sigh of relief as you open the door fully.

You look behind you. Your clothes were still in the suitcase, anyways. Plus, you got the car.

Your furrowed brows let the boy know not to even attempt to open the car door for you. Chivalry could wait until your anger finally subsides.

He stares off into the road as he drives. Rohan's hand twitches on the arm rest. Slowly, he loops his pinkie finger with yours.

His eyes are laser focused on the road, too embarrassed to look at your face, too embarrassed to notice the way your lips quipped up slightly.

His face burns as he places his entire hand on yours. His heart beats violently in his ears, and there’s a dizziness consuming him from all the blood rushing to his head.

He holds in a gasp as you flip your hand over to hold onto his.

“I’m sorry for leaving so suddenly.”

You tell him, side eyeing his face. His focus doesn’t leave the road, but he doesn’t need to see your face to hear your sincerity.

“Mhm. You should be—“

You huff and make a move to let go of his grasp, but are stopped by Rohan's panicked hand scrambling to unite with yours again.

“I’m kidding.”

He rubs your knuckles with his thumb. “I was worried, you know.”

You watch him bite his bottom lip, almost missing the way he fought back a confession. “I couldn’t focus without knowing how you were doing.” The strained tone in his voice is buried, but after years of being with him, easy to hear.

“It was barely a few hours,” you mumble, sitting back in your chair, scratching your cheek with your free hand.

“I know but… the thought of you being away, and me not knowing how you’re feeling… I didn’t like it.”

“I thought you liked alone time?”

“Oh, I do. But not after we’ve fought. Not after we left each other like that.”

Rohan feels a pang of pain in his chest knowing he sent you over the edge, to the point where you needed to be a twenty minute jog away from him (a seven minute drive, turned three minutes if you speed) to cool off. Just a mere few hours away from you sent him into a spiral.

“…I thought that’d be the end of it. That you were leaving for good.” His eyes are downcast as he puts his pride aside and admits this.

“Hm.”

It’s quiet for the rest of the drive after that, save for the seabirds caws and singing from outside the car.

Rohan parks in front of Morioh-cho beach, the sun setting now that it’s later in the day colouring everything in a vibrant orange hue. Rohan remembers the Ferris wheel. He finally looks at you after a drive of avoiding eye contact.

You’re the first to break the silence.

“Even though you’re mean, and dramatic sometimes…” you start, drawing invisible doodles on the back of the artists’ hand.

Your finger jumps to his chest. “And obsessed with being right…” Circles around his heart, just light enough that you don’t feel it furiously ramming against his ribcage.

Then, your index makes a line up to his neck, finally tilting his chin so he’s looking into your eyes.

“I don’t plan on leaving.”

His hand twitches in yours. ‘You better keep that promise’ he thinks.

You keep eye contact, and though Rohan opens his mouth, nothing comes out. A grin makes its way onto your lips.

“What are you thinking about now?” You tease, dropping your hands back to your lap.

It’s Rohan's turn to cross his arms and pout, “That’s a big responsibility you know, spending the rest of your life with me.”

Your carefree smile makes his stomach do cartwheels.

“I don’t mind.”

He looks away, a tell tale sign he was making an expression he didn’t want you to see. He’s done this action many times, enough for you to know how to cause the reaction.

He only ever makes this face in response to two situations: you say something that leaves him flustered, or he’s left embarrassed about doing something nice for you.

After a beat of comfortable silence, he mutters out shyly,

“… Sure. Me neither.”

“What do you mean that’s embarrassing for me! You’re the one who ran for 20 minutes just because you were that desperate to see me.”

“No, what’s embarrassing is that you ran away over a petty little argument.”

“As if— what, so you were lying when you apologized?”

Rohan rolls his eyes.

“I wasn’t lying... but I can still say you were overreacting by driving away like that.” He pokes your cheek, taking amusement in the exaggerated frown you put on.

You lay your head on his chest and shut your eyes.

Rohan takes a moment to process it all. Just a few years ago, he would’ve overheated at the thought of extensive prolonged contact with you.

“… Even still…”

And now he’s laying on the couch with you on top of him while he strokes the back of your head.

“You kept your promise, at least,” he says, more to himself than to you.

You still respond despite your consciousness slowly slipping. “Obviously.”

His steady heartbeat lulls you to sleep.

Josuke felt a lot of emotions in an hour. Sad, happy, worried, sad again, and finally, confused.

And hungry.

“When you woke up, you were in the alleyway?” Half his focus is on the pitcher he’s balancing as he pours himself a glass of water. He’s glad Tonio’s restaurant is still open, it being his first and last resort for food.

“I’m trying to make sense of it all. So far, it seems like only stand users can see me…” You smile at Tonio, who returns the greeting as he places a plate of spaghetti in front of Josuke.

“But… this is good, isn’t it? Y-You can visit Rohan! And Tooru! And it’ll be like nothing happened.”

You fiddle with your fingers, looking down in a downcast way.

“That was one of the first things I thought of.”

If Josuke could kick himself, he would’ve done it in a heartbeat. Internally, he’s trying to remember if he tripped and hit his head to say such an obvious thing. He settles to gulp all his water down as a way to prevent saying anything more stupid.

You rub the back of your neck, sighing as you explained. “I was so happy that I ran back to the house the second I thought of it. I was gonna tell him that everything is okay, and that we can live normally again.”

You sniffle, then try to play it off as a nose twitch and a cough. “… Of course, the house was empty.”

“I thought it was a bad thing at first, but Rohan and Tooru leaving the house was the best outcome— I accepted it the longer I stayed there.” The defeat in your voice is clear, like you’ve mulled over the circumstances over and over, trying to think of any way a happy ending could be possible.

Desperate for a chance, only to be met with reality. Disappointment. “… I can’t just be like this forever… watch both of them grow up while I stay the same.”

You look out the window, gazing at the pebbled ground. Only Josuke’s shadow is caught from the bright lights inside. “If I’m here by the same rules as Reimi, once my killer is found… I’m not really meant to stay.”

“And by the chance that I don’t have to leave after justice is served, what then? What about Rohan and his career?” You tighten your lips, letting an exhale out your nose.

“‘Mangaka convinced his fiancé is a ghost’… the public will make him a laughingstock.”

“He… he's not the type to care for strangers’ opinions of him,” Josuke replies. You turn from the window to look him in the eyes directly.

“But what about the opinion of his own son?”

Your rebuttal lets Josuke know just how hard you pondered at that house.

“Just because Rohan can see me doesn’t mean Tooru can.”

Images of family photos with a missing space visualize in your mind. An argument between the two most important people in your life, with your existence as the main fuel for fighting. How do you explain that to someone? ‘One of your parents is a ghost, but you’re the only one in the know who can’t see them.’ You wouldn’t blame Tooru for thinking his dad was pulling a cruel, long joke on him.

You shrug. “It’s just trouble. Me being here.”

“… He’ll be crushed if he sees you again and you have to leave,” Josuke says out loud, though he meant to keep it to himself.

You nod. “Right. Which is why…”

Your hands are folded in your lap, voice strong and firm.

“I’d like for you to keep this a secret from Rohan.”

The teen frowns as he rests his cheek on his palm, his other hand twisting the spaghetti on his fork. A question popping up in his head causes him to shoot up. “… Where will you stay? Staying with Reimi is no good— you’re not used to the alleyway rules the way she is.”

You look off to the side. “There are many abandoned houses in Morioh-Cho. I’ll find one that’s good to sleep in. It’s not like I need—-“

Your stomach rumbling causes you to pause. “—… food….” You tighten your lips, and hide your face in your hands.

“I shouldn’t have died on an empty stomach.”

Josuke shakes his head. “Man, you can’t predict things like that.” He feels guilty sitting in front of a meal while you sit there trying to conceal your hunger.

He’s still twisting the spaghetti on the fork, procrastinating putting it in his mouth. “How do you know that you don’t need to eat?”

“W-Well, I haven’t tried yet, but it’s not like I can go to a store and pick something up…” You’re avoiding eye contact with his food.

A sandwich is plopped down in front of you, sitting atop a garnished plate and dipping sauces.

Tonio smiles down at you. “Worry not. As a chef, it is my sole responsibility to make sure that every customer that enters my restaurant is fed.”

The middle of your brows lift in gratitude and sadness. “Tonio, I’m really thankful, but I—“ Your hand waves through the plate as you try to pick it up.

“No, no, pick the food up. That’s why I made you a sandwich instead of something that requires utensils.”

You gulp, hands shaking as they reach for the plate. Tonio nods his head toward the sandwich.

Josuke watches with intensity, hands going clammy, completely forgetting his own plate.

You’re expecting to be disappointed, until the tips of your fingers make contact with the bread.

“No— no way!” You pick it up, inspecting the entire thing with a slack jaw. One tentative bite leads to three more, all mouthfuls leaving you craving to keep eating until the plate is left with nothing but crumbs.

Tonio smiles as you chew, his hand resting over the middle of his chest, above his heart.

“Many cultures offer food to the dead. As long as it’s offered to you, you should be able to take it,” he explains, moving to refill Josuke’s water.

“Everything in this sandwich is supposed to help with rejuvenation. How do you feel?” Tonio tilts his head.

“I feel so refreshed!” You squeal out, feeling your mood improve with every second.

“I’ve never been happier to eat a sandwich. You’re amazing, Tonio.” To this, he laughs, and pats the back of your chair.

The chef makes his way back to the kitchen, leaving you and Josuke alone to talk about your arrangement.

“I guess I can eat! Though, now my plan for finding an abandoned house is a no-go.” Your voice is cheerful despite having to shift gears to find a place to stay. Josuke assumes it’s because of the food.

‘It must’ve been difficult wandering alone like that.’

He can feel his eyes burning, the bleeding heart he is.

‘All alone, no one to see you, let alone talk to you.’

Josuke blinks away the tears slowly welling up, and shakes his head to compose himself. “I can ask Jotaro and Mr. Joestar if they can provide a hotel room for the time being. Would that work?”

He watches you nod and hum in agreement, mouth full of bread and vegetables. Your eyes are closed in a state of pure bliss as you savour the taste.

A shocked noise leaves you. You plop your sandwich down and cover your mouth with your hands.

“I’m sorry! I don’t mean to be rude, I just missed eating so much, and—“ You finally look at the teen, who’s taken a handkerchief to his teary eyes. You’re left gawking as he wipes his eyes with his sleeves as more tears cascade down his cheeks.

“Josuke?! What’s wrong?!”

He waves a hand, shaking his head. The longer he attempts to compose himself, the more he breaks down into sobs.

He somehow makes something out through hiccups and wails.

“I'm so happy that you’re happy!”

In your panic, you try to grab a fistful of tissues from the table. You remember your predicament as your hand slips past the objects.

“Don’t cry into your spaghetti, Josuke, it’s alright!” You settle on waving your hands out in front of him, a clear attempt at comfort.

It would’ve been a bizarre thing for an outsider to see. A teenage boy with a loud hairstyle, crying hysterically at a table alone.

The drivers buzzing past the restaurant window probably had that same thought before continuing on with their night, unknowing of the story behind exactly why this random highschooler was sobbing so loudly, shrugging as they recounted the stories to their families, or kept it to themselves.

Late in the evening, where it would’ve been a mundane night for you as well. The lights only would’ve been turned off because it was time for you to get ready for bed, and the news would have remained a drowsy channel you put on to fight the silence of your home, rather than a channel covering the details of your death.

When you were an invisible wanderer roaming your street, you saw the way life continued on for the sleepy town. People passed by the mansion as if nothing happened, their busy personal lives seemingly leaving them no time to point and stare at the police tape and barricaded doors of your home.

Everybody else moved on from the shocking murder at the Mangaka’s house. The world will keep spinning. The statement is as cold and heartless, as it is true.

It’s water under the bridge.

Rohan pushes the door open when he hears the agreeing beep of the hotel lock. He has to give his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dim light of his room before taking his shoes off and walking in.

Tossing his hotel key onto the table, he barely notices the crinkle of tin foil reflecting light from the moon. There’s a note placed on top of it, the paper warm from what’s beneath.

‘From the Higashikata family.’ The lovely cursive lets the artist know that it was not the son of the family who wrote it.

There’s more written on the back of the card, but Rohan is too tired to strain his eyes (and his heart) further. He’s drained from the day.

The Braciole sitting beneath the tinfoil also lets the artist know where the sender visited to procure the dish.

He picks up a slice, and pops it into his mouth. The flavour exploding onto his tongue is a temporary comfort.

Despite all the confusion, pain, or change that people will continue having to overcome, one fact will remain the same no matter the circumstance:

Tonio’s food is delicious.

[rivertinghaze]

May I request a Rohan x Vampire! Reader? Since vampires can't see their own reflections, i thought it would be cool if rohan drew reader!

seen through an artist's eyes | rohan kishibe/vampire reader

rating: general; content: gn reader, meet-cute(?); genre: fluff, slight vampire angst, light character study; word count: 2145

summary: You meet a manga artist that makes it his own personal mission to unravel the mystery behind your seemingly-too-normal existence, and he sees you for what you are. 

masterlist ☆ requests open.

Life in Morioh is quiet. A nice little town with nice people, sometimes a bit boring, but comforting in its consistency. There's not much to see or do, aside from the parks and the restaurants or occasional festival, but you've gotten used to it over the years. Quiet, peaceful, mundane life.

It is, truly. You've been trying really hard to fly under the radar for many years. Enough, certainly. You've made mistakes, you've loved people and had to let them go. You've built houses and turned them into homes, abandoned them when they began to grow cold and empty with rotten memories and empty halls.

But you keep trying to make it work – really make it work. Live life like a normal human being, even if you're not really one. At least pretending isn't too hard nowadays; so you do it. You go to work, grab drinks with friends on the weekends, keep up with the local news, pick up a new hobby from time to time. Try to ignore the covered mirrors in your house as you pass by them, haunting you like phantoms. 

(You've wanted to throw them away, but can never bring yourself to it. Sentimental value, you suppose. A pathetic reminder of a time long gone. And you've learned people give you weird looks when your bathroom doesn't have one, so you compromise again – one more in a long string of them.)

You've built a good routine, one you're quite proud of. Rohan Kishibe dismantles it within a single meeting.

A row of fine graphite pencils spread out before you in the cozy art store, walls lined with tubes of paint and brushes, craft paper, carving tools, colored threads. The smell is a tad overwhelming, but you do your best to ignore it. A friend from work gifted you a nice, leather-bound notebook after her holiday trip to Thailand, so you allow yourself the indulgence of buying a few expensive writing tools – something nice but practical, unwilling to let the thoughtful gift go to waste.

"This brand is shit. The charcoal always smudges unless you have special paper for it." A smooth voice pulls you out of your thoughts. You notice your hand has been hoovering above a container with neat, dark-tipped pencils, just about to reach and grab one.

"Oh." You frown. "What's a good one for writing?"

The pretty stranger grins, throwing himself into a detailed explanation regarding the different textures and weights of the options in front of you. You notice he's pretty, just like you notice birds sing or that the sky is blue yellow. 

His voice is nice, confident in his words, but not boasting. Not meant to belittle you or your lack of knowledge on the subject – there is passion that bleeds into his tone, the way his eyes shine in the sunlight peaking into the small shop, the deliberate movement of his fingers as he points out negatives and positives of each option. You decide you like it. The way his fountain pen nib earring dangles as he moves is charming.

The chance encounter in the art supply store leads to an oddly endearing coffee date. It was supposed to be only one – that's what you promised yourself. But when the artist sets his mind on something, there is seldom one can do to stop him from his goals. You've come to understand that about Kishibe, and it's a trait you admit to secretly enjoy.

One date become two, become four, become casual hangouts at his house, watching him work on his newest volumes, watching him breathe life onto pages with nothing but ink. He enjoys the curious eyes that focus on him while he works. You enjoy his eyes, the color of leaves in spring, full of determination and brilliance and life.

Truth is, something about you strikes him odd the first time he sees you. He's a good judge of character, but he can't quite place it that day, what makes you stand out to him, your frame shadowed by colored markers and canvases – but, his intuition has never failed him. 

So, he pursues you to sate his own curiosity, at first. A little side-project to help him bounce off ideas, have someone from the outside give their perspective on his work after a particularly annoying period of dull work. A mystery he wants to get to the bottom of, because, after all, how complicated can it really be? You're just another face in the crowd, another regular person that just so happened to catch his attention for a short time. He doesn't think it will lead to anything much – fleeting moments of domesticity and human connection that will inevitably fade away naturally over time. On the third date, he decides it's your eyes. There's something in the way they light up with something vibrant, something that reminds him of the warm caress of the morning light. He keeps focusing on them whenever your attention is elsewhere.

It's a lazy evening spent in his living room, and he grows embarrassed when he realizes he hasn't processed a single word you've said in the past few minutes – you're telling him about a cute nature documentary you've watched recently, he thinks – but instead, he's entranced by how intense your gaze is, no matter what you're looking at. Like it pierces through his very existence when you're looking at him, pins him into place like a delicate butterfly on a collection display.

(He secretly contemplates just what colors he'd have to mix together to get the shade of your irises just right.)

"You're doing it again." His words are careful, measured. Like he's planning something mischievous.

You tilt your head in confusion at Kishibe's remark. His gaze is completely focused on you, catches you off-guard. You were sure he was only half-listening to your rant, more focused on his own work than anything; you didn't mind supplying background noise. But that's not the case now.

"I'm doing what?"

"Your eyes." His fingers beat rhythmically against the desk, one after the next, "They keep glowing when you talk like that." 

Shit. Like what? "Hmm. Must be the lights reflecting –" He's already turning off all the lights in the room, leaving only a single lamp in the corner that glows a soft orange. You silently curse the man and his audacity, the effortless way he manages to tear down your walls while barely doing anything.

"And, they're red now. How thrilling." Fascination and concern lace his tone, but it's short-lived. 

You exchange secrets that night. He takes it so much better than you could have imaged, and you chalk it up to the fact he's a creative soul that accepts any crazy ideas presented before him. And while you cannot see Stands, you know of them – seen their bizarre powers in action, in the aftermaths they leave behind. 

(You cry when you go home later that night, feeling more free and more seen than you've felt in years.)

He's both annoyed and proud of himself when he finds out about your true nature. Proud, that he was right in his analysis of you, that there was something different, after all. Annoyed, that it makes him all the more interested in you because of it – it happens slowly, then all at once. The vampire part draws him in like a drowning sailor, thirsting to know more, to see, to touch, to experience. Then, he notices all the parts you try to hide behind crackling walls, and it makes him want to spend more and more time with you. Simply for your presence, a constant he's getting dangerously accustomed to.

Rohan notices a lot of things. He catalogues them in a certain part of his brain, stored away to use however he sees fit. It's a part of him, and a part of being an artist, you've come to understand, that he wants to know so much about the world and the people around. That there's something special in everything. Something worth seeing. You just have to uncover what you've hidden away.

(Maybe that's what draws him to you. He watches you watch other things. The way you interact with the world, it feels genuine, unique, heartfelt. He soon comes to understand, that it's because you cannot see yourself. A cruel vampire's curse – they can never reflect on themselves. To be depraved of such an experience, is a torture in itself.)

So he draws you. He doesn't ask if he can. Doesn't ask you to pose for him. He simply does it.

It's so easy. Why is it so damn easy? – a thought that unknowingly plagues the both of you in the lonely moments when you're waiting to see each other again.

Even now, the hunger is always there, present at the edges of your consciousness. But you've learned to dull it over the years. You've made it your own, and you control it fully. There is absolutely nothing that could give away the fact that you're not human.

"C'mere, I want to show you something." It's a soft, warm evening, and you're draped like a lazy cat on his plush couch, mindlessly filling out boxes in a crossword magazine. His words draw your attention to him, and his heart does something weird when you look at him like that. (Like he's the only thing that matters in the entire world right now.)

"Ooh, did you finish a new page? Another cool double-spread?"

"I drew you."

You have no need to breathe anymore, but the words knock the air out of your lungs mechanically. Blinking at him like he's telling you something incomprehensible, something utterly outrageous. Words seem to be difficult for both of you right now; he nods, encouraging you to approach, while he grabs one of his sketchbooks and thumbs through it until he finds the page he's looking for. 

(It's filled with many more pages of you, quick but sure brushstrokes of you doing mundane things. Glimpses of you – a smile when you see a puppy on the street, a pout when Kishibe uses your body as a cooling blanket during the hot summer nights and you pretend to be annoyed, a laugh at one of his brash jokes when he makes fun of a teenager's ridiculous sense of fashion. Your hand, intertwined with his, holding it so carefully, like he's something precious.)

It makes him lightheaded, when your shaking fingers grasp the sketchbook with reverence and your eyes widen immediately. He's not worried in his work, of course – his craft is perfect, every single time. He wants to be seen, above all else. It's what he chases in life. But there's something so special in the way you see him. He's never felt that same energy before, a steady but addicting thrum in his veins that makes him want to show you more and more.

"Rohan," You whisper, breaking the stillness in the room, "This is…" It's intimate, it's delicate, and oh so easy to break. But you're both so gentle. There is no worry – only quiet, confident acceptance. 

It's a portrait of you, facing three-quarters to the left. Your eyes move quickly across the details, masterful and clean, and at first, you do not recognize the person. He's telling you it's you, but that doesn't feel right. Have you truly forgotten the details – the slope of your nose, the arch of your brows, the angle of your cheeks and jaw, the quirk of your lips – or are they warped by the perception of someone that looks at you the way Rohan Kishibe does?

You find you cannot bring yourself to want to know which is true. Saltwater gathers at your lashes, and a tear travels across your face. Then another. And another. 

"Wow. First time my work has brought someone to tears, I think." His words are teasing, but his warm hands are soft as his thumb brushes away the tears. "Still, I shouldn't be surprised. I manage to even impress myself sometimes, isn't that so, sweetheart?"

Smug fucking bastard, making you laugh even now. "Thank you." While your eyes are hazy, your voice keeps steady, because the words are so genuine. "No one has done something like this before. Not for me. It's – incredible." It's more than words can say right now.

His pride only grows, but it softens into something lighter. Not into squared shoulders and a puffed-up chest. Instead, he wraps you into an embrace, like he can carve a piece of himself into you if he tried hard enough. "You're well worth it, you little menace. For showing me so many things I was missing." Your arms are strong and steady as they squeeze around his torso, a promise of devotion and care and patience.

"I think I love you." And it makes him freeze. Always so unafraid to say the words, to tell him what's right in front of you, what you both see. A menace, indeed.

author's notes: eee thanks for the request! predictibly, i love vampires, so i kinda passed out and wrote more than i planned to, oops? still, hope y'all enjoyed, feedback is appreciated ^^

[neeuqiakeht]

Josuke, about Rohan: He's a walking red flag!

Y/N: Good thing red is my favorite color.

[wraith-lantern]

Josuke's Twin Sibling Headcanons

Being Josuke's twin sibling is not always the easiest....

No matter what gender you identify as, boy and girls alike also flock towards you. I mean c'mon! It's the Higashikata twins! You two literally look amazing. You're not protective over Josuke when he has fangirls surrounding him, but when there's fanboys/fangirls surrounding you? No one is laying a hand on you.

Rohan absolutely HATES you two. Well, he hates Josuke more. You're at least tolerable. If there's one thing he likes about you two, it's your sibling dynamic. He honestly thought about writing a manga with two main characters based off of you two and your dynamic.

I personally feel like it would be funny as hell if you two had to share a bathroom. That bathroom is so messy, and it's definitely thanks to him. You tried tidying it once. How the hell does Josuke have even more care products than you do?!

You're not one to get caught up in his schemes with Okuyasu. In fact, you usually just hang out with Yukako when Koichi gets dragged into them. (She's there to make sure he doesn't get hurt.) Yukako thinks your brother is an idiot, and she'd be right. You would agree with her.

If you were Josuke's twin sister, I could see Okuyasu making a comment about you being attractive and Josuke almost punching him like, "Ew gross, that's my sister."

What I think would be a cool dynamic is if Josuke has Crazy Diamond which can fix things. I feel if you were the opposite and had a stand that kinda worked like Shigaraki's quirk from BNHA/MHA then you two could compliment each other sometimes.

I feel as if you would get your own episode with Joseph Joestar as well. Josuke got one, and you deserve a chance to reconnect with your father as well.

Part 2.... um whenever I want if I ever want to make one?

[thornybubbles]

The Cat Came Back (Followup) The Morioh Gang reactions

Note: This is a follow up piece to “The Cat Came Back” in which the Reader finds themselves in the possession of the Stand, Killer Queen and asks Josuke for help. The following is just showing how the other characters would react. So headcanons I guess… You can find the original story this is based on here: 

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Josuke: You already saw his initial reaction when you told him about your unwanted Stand, but there was a lot that Josuke left unsaid, mostly because he didn’t want you to see just how disturbed he really was. He can’t even imagine what you must be going through. This whole situation is horrific and… well… bizarre. It was bad enough that you were targeted and held hostage by Kira during the final confrontation, but now you’re stuck with Kira’s Stand as your own. He still doesn’t understand how something like that could even happen. How does a living person end up with a dead man’s Stand? It’s even more confusing if you consider how Reimi said that Kira died. If both user and Stand were torn apart by ghostly arms, then how is the Stand still active? And why, WHY, WHY, is it acting as your Stand now? Josuke never wanted you to get involved in the crazy, dangerous world of Stand users, but you are now and he can’t help but blame himself. If he had never become friends with you, then maybe you wouldn’t have run into Kira that day and this wouldn’t be happening to you now. He really, really hopes that Jotaro and the Speedwagon Foundation can help you with this, because this is one thing he knows he can’t fix. Just like with the death of his grandfather, he feels helpless and frustrated. But to you, he’s a beacon of calm acceptance. He’ll never let you see how shook up he is because you don’t need that right now. 

Okuyasu: He takes it pretty badly. He finds the whole situation to be freaky and incredibly unfair. Expect a lot of angry crying from him in the beginning. 

“Whaaaaat??!!” he shouts. “What the hell is this?! How does something like that even happen?! Can’t that creepy hand-humping bastard go haunt someone else?!” 

He insists that Josuke could probably fix it if he used Crazy Diamond to bring you back to a state before you became a Stand user, but Josuke explains that his powers don’t work like that. Okuyasu is so desperate that he even suggests, to everyone’s horror, that he could use The Hand to erase Killer Queen. That idea is very quickly shot down by Josuke. 

“Think about it, Okuyasu,” Josuke says. “If you erase a person’s Stand it’s like erasing their soul! Do you want to do that to our friend?” 

Okuyasu realizes his idea was awful, but dammit he wants to help okay? He feels helpless and frustrated that he can’t think of anything useful in this situation. He just wants the Stand to go away and leave you alone. He even goes so far as to ask you to summon Killer Queen just so he can say that to the Stand’s face. 

“Listen here you pink cat bastard!” he practically spits at the Stand. “You better fuck off and leave our friend alone or I’m gonna make your life a living hell!!!” 

Killer Queen merely stares Okuyasu down until the delinquent actually starts feeling a little nervous. Then the Stand has the nerve to give him a wry little smile and duck down to nuzzle his head against yours. Freaked out, you dismiss him and Okuyasu rages. It’s going to take a LOOOOOOOONG time for Okuyasu to come to terms with your new status as a Stand user. 

Koichi: Koichi is horrified, not just at the situation, but he is very worried for you. Like everyone else, he’s baffled at how you could end up with someone else’s Stand. Not only that, but Koichi is the first to notice that there’s something different about Killer Queen now that it’s attached to you. The Stand seems more lively and sentient with you than it did with Kira, even going so far as to mock others and show you unwanted affection. It was far, far more reserved with Kira. What did that mean exactly? Did it have to do with your personality having an effect on its behavior? He wants to offer you all the support and comfort that he can as your friend but he can’t ignore the creeping feeling of dread that comes over him when he’s in your presence now. He tries not to let it show, because the last thing he wants is for you to think he’s afraid of you. You have enough to worry about without having to consider if your friends fear you now. 

Koichi starts doing research on Stands and Stand users, hoping to find something he can use to help you. Maybe there’s a way to separate a user from their Stand without hurting them? Of course, he has considered your feelings on the matter. Would you want to be separated from Killer Queen? Koichi will never say this out loud, but he has a terrible fear that a little bit of Kira’s personality has remained within Killer Queen and that there may be a possibility that Kira’s violent tendencies will start to manifest within you. He really hopes that isn’t the case. He doesn’t want Kira somehow hurting anyone else from beyond the grave, least of all one of his closest friends. He doesn’t know what he’d do if you started turning violent…

Jotaro: As per usual, Jotaro’s reaction is minimal when he first finds out, but his eyes are filled with a myriad of emotions: anger, shock, horror, and exhaustion. Especially the last one. Jotaro is so very tired. It’s bad enough that he’s still having to deal with DIO’s evil influence on the world even after the blood-sucking asshole’s death, but now Kira’s Stand has fused itself with your soul and is acting as your Stand. What is it with villains and the need to cling to the living world even after their very deserved deaths? Jotaro is oddly reminded of that stupid old kid’s song he heard when he was very young: 

But the cat came back the very next day

The cat came back, they thought he was a goner

But the cat came back, it just couldn't stay away

That did seem to be the case with Kira. Though, Killer Queen wasn’t Kira’s Stand anymore so it technically wasn’t Kira anymore either. He couldn’t ignore that fact. Killer Queen was your Stand now. Like Koichi, he could sense a difference in the Stand now that it was yours. It seemed more sentient than it was with Kira and he wasn’t blind to the mocking smile the thing would give him and the others. That was worrying. That and how affectionate it seemed towards you. It very clearly recognized and accepted you as its new user. This sudden level of sentience it displayed was disturbing.

The whole thing annoyed him. Just like Koichi, he feared that some of Kira’s influence still lingered within Killer Queen and could have an effect on you. It didn’t help that you didn’t seem to have the best control over the Stand, due to the fact that it sometimes materialized when you didn’t want it to and how it hesitated when you tried to dismiss it. That settles it. He was going to train you on how to control Killer Queen before the thing decided to control you. From now on, you can expect to be dragged along whenever Jotaro is showing Josuke how to better control Crazy Diamond. He would work with the Speedwagon Foundation in order to better understand your condition and help you in any way he could. He made a silent vow to himself that he would not let Kira’s influence corrupt you. 

Rohan: Surprisingly, Rohan is the one to take the news the hardest, but he’s also the one to find something close to a solution to your problem. 

Next to Koichi, you’re one of the few people he puts any value in. When you reveal Killer Queen to him his first response is to recoil in fear (let’s not forget the multiple deaths he had to endure because of the Stand’s user). After that he gets angry. 

“If this is supposed to be a prank, it’s not funny! Did Josuke put you up to this? I never realized that low-life had such a demented sense of humor…” he says.

When you explain to him that it isn’t a prank and he realizes that Killer Queen has indeed become your Stand, he starts acting as if you just informed him that you had a terminal illness and only had a year to live. You watch as the poor man goes through all seven stages of grief in a matter of moments.

Denial: “This has to be a joke. I won’t believe that it’s true! Something like this is impossible! How can you have a dead man’s Stand!?” 

Anger: “How could you let something like this happen?! I know it’s not your fault, that’s not the point! Surely you could have done something to stop it?! And where was Josuke or that nitwit, Okuyasu?! Why didn’t they do something?! I’m not shouting, you’re shouting!!” 

Bargaining: “I’ll give you an autograph if you say that you’ve been messing with me this whole time! I won’t even get angry, I promise! What about one of my unpublished manuscripts? One of my figurines? You… you’re really not joking about this are you?” 

Depression: He goes over to his desk and just sits there staring out the window. You don’t get a response out of him but you notice the tears rolling down his face and you’re shocked. The “Great” Rohan Kishibe is actually shedding tears? And on your behalf? After a moment he wipes his face and starts talking to you as if nothing happened. 

Acceptance: “This isn’t ideal, but it isn’t the end of the world. You say that Jotaro’s been teaching you how to better control Killer Queen? That’s good. Now you won’t have to worry about it hurting anyone you don’t want it to.” 

At some point during the conversation, Rohan jumps up from his seat and grabs the sides of his head with disbelief. 

“I cannot believe I didn’t think of this.” he mutters. 

“Think of what?” you ask, hoping he has thought of some kind of solution to your problem. 

“We’ll use Heaven’s Door to prevent you from losing control over Killer Queen!” 

You stared at him, mouth open in surprise. How had no one considered that before now? 

“Give me your hand.” Rohan says and you oblige. 

Heaven’s Door manifests next to him and the little Stand touches the back of your hand. You stare at him amazed, having never seen him up until that moment. You are startled as the back of your hand flips open like a tiny book. You see writing on the inside of it, but don’t have time to read any of it before Rohan grabs a pen and jots something down in the margins of the page. It says, 

“I have complete and total control over my Stand, Killer Queen. It will never harm anyone that is not a threat to me or my loved ones.” 

Then Heaven’s Door flips the book closed and your hand returns to normal. 

“Now, that settles that!” Rohan says with a self satisfied grin. “Really I’m surprised you hadn’t come to me sooner…” 

While Rohan is congratulating himself, you take the time to lean up and give him a kiss of gratitude on his cheek. 

“You’re the best, Rohan!” you say, overflowing with relief and thankfulness. 

Rohan freezes mid-sentence, a stunned expression on his face. For a full minute he just stands there staring with his mouth open in shock and a hint of pink dusting his normally pale cheeks. At first you thought that you might have crossed a line and he’d start shouting at you, but he doesn’t. Then you start worrying if you’ve broken him. 

“Rohan?” You ask. 

This seems to snap the manga creator out of his stunned state. Without saying a word, he turns on his heel, marches over to his desk, plops down in the chair and starts scribbling away in a notebook. 

“....rapid heart beat….feelings of almost unbearable euphoria…” 

He stops to reach up and touch his face then immediately goes back to writing.

“...cheeks feel like they’re on fire….” 

You blink at him, not knowing what to say or do. You guess he’s gone into work mode. There’s not much you can do to break him out of that once his creative juices start flowing. You decide to leave and go tell the others the good news. 

“Okay, well. I guess I’ll go let Josuke and the others know. I’m sure they’ll be relieved.” you say. 

“Later, Rohan.” 

You start to leave when Rohan suddenly turns to you with a serious expression. 

“Before you go, I want it to be known here and now that if you tell anyone, especially Josuke, that I cried, I will never speak to you again.” 

Your lips twitch as you hold back a laugh. 

“You’re secret’s safe with me, Rohan-sensei.” you say.

[chronicallyonline101]

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[crying-fantasies]

The Star and The Love

Act 3: Fruitful

Masterlist

Previous/Next

Jotaro could remember you, like the first time that he got to meet the strange kid that was following his grandfather around, you weren't a kid at that time but he still settled with that name, he remembers you, he remembers your stand and how it looked like you while not at the same time, if that makes any sense.

He remembers you, someone that felt and knew about the nearest danger, he was grateful for it since it was better to have you more interested in survival than him, but you weren't exactly like that, you tried to give space even when the idea of being closer was always there, you respected his space and he respected you in exchange, kind of, he still called you names and he hardly called you in last name bas, not your name.

Your feelings almost got him crazy when the facade was long gone, or maybe it was your own realization, you held importance especially in those times when he only felt loneliness but he also knew that it would be best to stop you right there in place of making you feel worse, he couldn't do it, and he even enjoyed been with you, even when the danger was always near.

Everything good except when it wasn't anymore, every day going out with you was equal to always find an enemy waiting at every corner, it was hard, he had enough of that life, he didn't wish for that to always happen.

And so, both of you drifted apart.

It was more accurate to say that he was the one to push you away.

Even so, he held you dearly in a special place, and when he saw you again everything seemed fine, especially when your decision to stay in Morioh was final.

This isn't Love

...

What are you?

It was a surprise to say the least when the next time that he saw a glimpse of you was in the middle of the city while a baby was holding such little hands in your chest and babbling.

Who are you?

Rei, your child, didn't look like you, and for once he was kind of disappointed in the strong japanese genes like the black hair, the child's eyes were still closed, still so young, when did you got that baby? Why didn't you say something? His grandfather would be happier than anyone and wouldn't shut his mouth if he knew and Josuke was equally surprised when he also noticed the child, you kept the information all for yourself.

Those were good questions, but he wasn't someone to be asking you of private matters.

Who are you?

At first you didn't say much about the child's father, he tried not to be so persistent about it but one's curiosity can be a hungry creature, especially when he noticed that a window was broken the moment that your baby cried, it was possible that the father was a stand user.

It could be anyone, it wasn't a big town and after what happened there were a lot of stand users around, but there wasn't so much mystery when you told him where you were living now.

He remembers Rohan, a bit, and he doesn't know if referring to him as a "good man" was correct having in mind what Josuke told him, but the resemblance was there, it was obvious.

You seemed happy, that was good, it was enough.

Until it wasn't.

"Jotaro-san!" It all started with a call from Josuke one night, his frantic tone put him on alert way too fast and his speed at reserving the first flight to Japan was a surprise.

Hearing about you and your child, the two had some kind of problem related to the younger one and people in town noticed it.

It's fine, everything is going to be alright

Jotaro can remember that day even now, Rei was 3 years old, maybe a little bit older, and the child's stand finally manifested while in the nursery, there were no major injuries but it had disturbed you anyway, he felt grateful once again that his own daughter wasn't a stand user, you couldn't say the same.

It wasn't fair, he knows that, he may be the last person that you would ever want near your child after what happened between you two, funny as it is with the parallel of your youthful days and the actual situation.

You couldn't handle your own son's stand, even Rohan with his own couldn't change a bit of it or even try to put something in the kid in order to put it down.

It was ironic how to put down a stand of the fighting kind you need another one, it was obvious to say that he didn't go to brutally assault your kid, but the scene, in his mind, made him remember of Avdol and how he put him in his place without even inflicting real damage.

Ah, now he must help this child just like Avdol helped him back in the day, isn't that right?

It's fine, Love

"Why are you helping now?" It was a good question, why now? Why try to reach out to you now after all this time?

Why does it matter to him now?

It's fine, Romance

"Jotaro-san?" Ah, maybe it was like this, because of this, such a little kid, he can remember the moment that his own stand manifested, it was the worst day of his life, sometimes it still is, and he can imagine how such a little kid got a big monster looking stand with such a big power, "is this good?"

"No, it's not" yet again, now Rei could separate every component in a rock, he even got a tiny bit of gold in one of those, but he couldn't put it back together.

Rei was improving, he was growing up, it did bring a bittersweet feeling, he just got a call from his ex wife, telling him that Jolyne was in trouble again, for a moment he thought about returning but then he was ambushed by some stand user, Rei was with him at the moment, while defending your son he realized, once again, that being what he was, a stand user, he would never really experience peace like before, and he wasn't sure if he was happy or sad by the fact that Rei would never know how peaceful it could be to never have a stand while the little kid just looks at him, asking if he was fine after that short encounter that Jotaro was able to finish using his fist alone to defeat such a weak person, wondering if he was doing good by showing aggressive actions in front of a impressionable child, yet again, he didn't had the best ideas about kids to begin with, he couldn't cherish that time like he wanted, but Rei put him in an altar either way.

Then you had Julius, Jotaro wasn't there when he was born, but he sent you a bouquet of flowers, it was late, he only got notice of it when Rei told him almost a month later when he was away with an investigation.

Now, who are you?

He just looked at Julius once, while he visited Rei, and he could say, once again, that japanese genes were indeed strong and he wondered why Jolyne looked more like his ex wife and his own mother than him, just like Rei, Julius didn't look like you at all, but he felt the same energy that he felt in all your family, maybe it didn't show but he was sure that he had a stand too.

Jotaro just assumed that Julius would also learn to control his stand when the time comes, maybe your second child would present another strong stand and he was already believing that he would be meddling in your family business again, it was almost a given to that point and you weren't so in edge with him near now.

Love, I want you to feel real love

But he couldn't have foreseen what was going to happen to him, to you, to Jolyne and Rei.

I really wanted to know your name

...

I'm sorry, I couldn't protect Love and Romance

...

I'm sorry, Romance

...Star...

I'm so sorry, Love

[littlekiara96]

Of fucking course, I want to write when I have chores to do. When it's not time for bed.

I have so many wips, I literally stopped counting.

I have a short one for Lighter.

A very long one for Mydei.

Two for the Marine Big Brother from One Piece.

A fucking huge self-insert for Anton.

I've been making an OC to self-ship with Kishibe Rohan.

I have not one, but TWO OCs/self-inserts for Lycaon and Hugo.

So many wips involving Wriothesley.

A wip for Argenti.

THE THIRD AND LAST CHAPTER FOR THAT ARVEN FIC.

MY SAMPO X AVENTURINE FIC IS ALSO WAITING

I still haven't touched my Seven Minutes in the Astral Express for so long, too.

And my Sampo x seamstress!Reader is still on the backburner, uuurrrghghhh

I swear, ADHD is both a blessing and a curse.

[most-normal-jojo-fan]

my writings masterpost

warning: please make sure you read the tags

reader insert

Dio Brando x Reader-The Tape Your Walkman Ate (content warning for rape/noncon. as i stated, please read tags.)

Joseph Joestar x Reader- i will possess your heart (workplace rivalry! gone sexual!)

Rohan Kishibe x Reader- lily is a blinding light (devouring the dark) (this one is cute. rohan uses heaven's door on y/n, feelings ensue.)

ships

Joseph Joestar x Caesar Zeppeli- though we have sparred, wrestled, and raged (joseph dies and goes to heaven, meets an old boyfriend)

[moonlilymusings]

about ME!!

you can call me moony or moonlily! i go use she/her pronouns and i'm 22! my birthday is in march! i'm a pisces <3 i'm also an infp-a! i'm demisexual biromantic!

a list of my favs:

anime: NANA, jjba, mob pyscho 100, death note, ohshc

characters: nanami kento, kishibe rohan, minecraft axolotls, joseph joestar, kamisato ayato, sunday, furina, arlecchino, and moreee...

colors: HOT PINK! plum purple, mint, icy blue

bands: pinkpantheress, the cranberries, AURORA, tldp

pass times: drawing, writing, gaming,

games: genshin, honkai sr, minecraft, stardew, fields of mistria, skyrim, the sims,

sum kins: fugo pannacotta, okkotsu yuta, fujioka haruhi, tartaglia, and furina!

fandoms i write for: for now, just hoyoverse! but i may end up expanding that in the future! <3 i write a lot of dom!fem!reader fics because i noticed the lack of such in the genshin fandom especially and i know i couldn't be the ONLY one who enjoys that kind of content. i do enjoy writing sub!fem!readers as well, i just have a hard time putting myself in that mindset due to personal reasons </3 but i read a lot of them and do reblog the ones i really like!

self inserts: genshin, honkai,

art of my sona! (please don't save or reupload)

vitwixt on kofi! (old design)

by pink-nube on tumblr!

[leora-rambles]

Rohan Can’t Do Bets (Rohan Kishibe x Reader [Fluff/Little bit of angst, as a treat])

cough,,, yes,,, mayhaps I have been dead,,,,, and mayhaps this wasn’t the risotto fic I was talking about,,,, BUT,,,, it is rohan 😳😚🥴 I wrote this in celebration of the OVAs coming out. Very sorry, it is a shorter fic.

I hope you are all staying safe during this pandemic 😌 drink yalls water

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“Uh-uh, you’re done.” You spoke in a stern tone akin to a daycare teacher lecturing children.

Rohan was groaning about how ‘he could take another glass’ and how ‘he had a bet to win’ as you dragged him away from the bar.

You knew full well that your lover was a lightweight. He’d be two glasses in, and then boom, he’s out cold.

One look at his blush-heavy face and you knew he’d be passed out within drinking another drop.

Rohan was muttering profanities about the man who struck up a conversation with you, asking for your number.

Your boyfriend overheard, and Rohan being Rohan, he decided to fight for your love.

Again.

With a bet.

Because Rohan is just fantastic with bets.

Your lover wasn’t intending on backing down, sheerly because of his stubbornness and pride, so you decided pulling him out of it was the only choice you could make.

That’s how you ended up walking back to your hotel room with a very, very drunk Rohan draped on your shoulders.

“Just put me down..” Rohan murmured as you entered the room to your one-bed hotel room.

The smell of alcohol was stuck onto the mangaka, as well as the tint of pink staining his cheeks.

His warm breaths were heavy despite you doing all the work of carrying him.

You plopped the man down on the bed before cracking your neck from the strain of bringing him all the way from the bar to the hotel.

Rohan observed you as you made your way to the couch, your body relaxing when you dropped yourself onto the plush furniture.

He hissed, gripping his forehead. “Woooow, you’re not even gonna care for me..? What a world we live in.” Your eyes narrowed at his slurred words.

“I told you not to make that stupid bet,” You slid over to Rohan, slipping his headband off of his head carefully.

His hands travelled from your arms up to your face. “You’re always trying to one-up everyone.” You ruffled Rohans hair.

He scrunched his nose up at the touch on his scalp.

“I could see the way that guy was looking at you. I would’ve punch him if I had a chance.”

You rolled your eyes.

“That’s cute,” you teased, smirking as the mangaka knitted his perfect eyebrows together.

He draped his arms around your neck, shifting under you to make room on the king sized bed.

“You make me so worried, you know. You piss me off. You’re always getting these assholes’ attention... they’re always trying to woo you.”

His jealousy was cute, honestly. It was a side of him that he tucked away to the deepest corners of his mind.

“You know you’re the only asshole I’ll ever love though, right?” You poked, Rohan clicking his tongue at your wittiness.

“Yeah, yeah, and you’re the only dumbass I’ll care about,” he retorted sassily.

You exhaled at his comeback, subconsciously stroking his locks more, which urged the male to continue ranting.

“They’re always like ‘wooow you’re so cuteee. I’m desperate. You wanna go back to my inferior, trashy house?’” His mockery of the nice guy at the bar made you laugh, causing Rohan to smile, k9s showing openly.

“Even when I’m right beside you,” Rohan murmurs as he lifts his head closer to yours, “they keep on trying to make a move on you.”

The smell of alcohol was evident in his usually minty breath.

His arms circled around you tighter as he dropped himself back into the plush covers.

Rohan had a sudden switch in mood as he furrowed his brows and began grumbling, “he reminded me of that asshat Josuke,” he almost snarled, “even his hair looked stupid.”

Instinctively, you scanned the room, worrying about the pompadour bearing teen popping out of nowhere and giving Rohan another beatdown.

You then remembered that Josuke was two plane trips away from where you and Rohan stayed for the week, but you still prayed that the high schooler didn’t sneeze out of nowhere.

You shudder while Rohans slurring catches your attention, “do you think a rat king gave birth to another rat king on his scalp?” You placed your forehead onto his in an attempt to stifle your giggles.

“Honestly, though. You talking to those lower people is just charity work...” He shut his eyes, turning his head to the side.

His breathing steadied, indicating that he was asleep. As you were beginning to slide off the toned male, his eyes fluttered open. You were surprised to see tears welling up to his long lashes.

A shaky breath left his lips, “your dumb ass means a lot to me.” Rohan sighed, trying to blink his tears away.

His eyes were glazed over, and he didn’t like how his view of you was obscured.

“I’m just lucky to have someone like you, aren’t I?”

Lips tightening, Rohan sucked a breath in. You felt your heart swell with the newfound softness in your lover.

“I know I’m the best, and that I deserve the best, but you’re just...” he trailed off, leaving you wanting more.

“But I’m just what?” You pressed, Rohan groaned, “what more do you want me to say?”

“I want you to confess to me.”

Rohan whined, “confess? What are you, a priest? You wanna hear my sins?” You swept your thumb at a stray tear dripping down Rohans rose tinted cheek.

He melts into your touch, laying the side of his face in your palm. His now soft eyes stay focused on yours, as if he were memorizing every little detail he could spot.

“Tell me tomorrow, when I can bully you for this.” Fingers making their final run through Rohan’s locks, you jumped off the bed to change your clothes in the bathroom, but not before leaving a soft peck on Rohan’s cheek.

Your absence left the male alone with his thoughts.

Rohan ran his hand across his chest, up to his scalp, trying to imitate the way your fingers would ruffle through his hair.

No matter how he tried to copy it, your touch to his skin was unique.

He found himself tearing up again.

“I wanted to tell you how much of myself I wouldn’t have discovered if it weren’t for you.”

His rambles were quiet, wary of you in the bathroom. He ran his fingers down his cheek before his eyelids gradually grew heavier with each second.

[leonwrites4u]

Thank you so much for doing my request. I loved it so much ☺️ could I request an imagine to a first date with Rohan :)

Okay I was so excited for this request becausr Rohan is my favorite character. He's such a king and I love him so much <3 it was an honor to get to write about him so thank you for requesting him!

!! G/N reader!!

First date with Rohan Kishibe

He was definitely nervous

But he wasnt gonna show it

"Hmph, it appears you actually did show up"

The tsundere vibes

"Order what you'd like, I may have lost my money but I, Rohan Kishibe, will not be put in debt"

He'll use you as reference for new characters or ideas

This man-

I love him so much

"Dont move, you're in the perfect pose. I'll finish up this rough sketch and you can continue what you were doing"

It's hard for him to start a conversation since he can just use heavens door

He also isn't a social person so you mayyyyy need to take the lead for this one

But you love how he draws almost everything

Because it shows he can find beauty in a lot of stuff

"Rohannnn... Are you almost done? My drink is gonna get cold-"

"And, I'm done"

"Can I see?!"

He is confident about his art skills but he gets a bit bashful

"No! True art cannot be shown, to the eyes of the public!"

"You made me sit there for a while and you're not even gonna show me the drawing? Cmon, I'll love it!"

"-I suppose I can make an exception"

He has little notes as well, marking your hair length, thick or thin or color of clothing, eyes, etc

He's completely focused on you

And you're focused on him

You two are adorable

And your first date was just as, amazing as him

Rohan <3

We love him

Rohannnnnnnnn <<<<<333333

[danddymaro]

A Day out in Morioh |Rohan Kishibe x Reader

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

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

Word count: 5,979

A Day Out In Morioh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was in there, she knew it.

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

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

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

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

much more, had he even noticed she was gone?

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

It would be a stroke of luck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And she wondered what it was.

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

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

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

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

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

-this man who had her so fretful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why couldn't she move?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

――――――――――――――――

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- And that's how she found Josuke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Besides... he needed to ask her more. 

He needed to know what her stand was. 

He had to know her name, everything he could.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Could you please?" she asked him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I Do!" she cheered.

'Yes. Yes Yes,' she inwardly cheered.

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

What if they all knew each other?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Special how? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” she asked him, curious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Teenagers and their ridiculous issues. 

- Their relationships.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  . . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Of course! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My bad," he said.

  "Yeah, sorry," she said too.

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

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

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

Seriously, 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then that idiot Okuyasu Nijimura would have a point.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[peachywrite]

Can I ask for a Rohan x male reading having a secret relationship from the gang and then finally finding out after a month or two of the reader and Rohan being together. ;-;

Hi! Thank you so much for this ask! I hope I’ve done it justice! It’s my first time writing an x male reader so I hope it’s ok! I had a lot of fun writing it! I’d love to write more about how he fell in love with him and like their first couple of dates, but here is what I have for this ask!

💕

A Secret To Not Be Kept

A Rohan x Male! Reader

Rohan and Y/n were two completely opposing forces that just so happened to collide at the perfect moment in time. But everyone else will probably have a hard time believing they even saw each other more than friends in the first place, until their secret is revealed in the worst of ways.

You had fallen in love with him, despite the warnings from your best friend about getting too close to the mangaka, you had somehow managed to find the good in him.

He had fallen in love with you too. At first he acted cold towards you, noting you as the silly boy who tagged along with Josuke on his misadventures, but when you came to him one night, disheveled and a crying mess, his heart opened up to you.

You were teary eyed due to the loss of the young Shigechi and how you didn’t want Rohan to disappear the same way. Rohan was of course flustered by your sudden confession, struggling to think why it was him you had fallen for, even after how cruel he would treat you sometimes.

“You have so much life in you. So much love and care for things. You act like you don't have a care in the world, but that’s not true. That’s why I’ve come to like you so much.” You explain, a fond smile surfacing underneath your tear stained cheeks.

Rohan’s heart beat rapidly as he sat across from you, his mind confused and excited. He had never received a confession that had him feeling so weak and full of butterflies. Then suddenly, Rohan realized how much he actually cared for you too.

So many times he had told himself he was simply “tolerating” your company when in fact, he found it to be the highlight of most of his days. The cafe chats and the chance encounters that turned into day trips together, all were enjoyable only with you.

He reached across the couch, holding your hands in his, a noticeable blush rising, he looked straight ahead not daring to make eye contact.

“You don’t have to be afraid. I promise to never leave you.”

~ Three Months Later ~

It was a secret well kept, not only for the sake of your friends, but for the health of Rohan himself. You were afraid that if your best friend ever found out, he would either beat up Rohan or yourself.

Josuke was very protective of you, seeing you as a little brother. If he ever found out you were dating the only guy he truly hated, you felt he might hit you to “knock some sense into you”.

Today started like any other Saturday. You met your boyfriend at the cafe, making sure to ask Okuyasu what Josuke was up to, in case you had to change your date venue.

Josuke was headed to the aquarium with a transfer student from your class, so today was a safe day for the cafe.

Or so you thought.

When you arrived, you picked seats overlooking the park and sat, riding the usual round of Earl Grey for Rohan and a warm chai for yourself. Rohan arrived a few minutes late, citing the heaviness of his new sketchbook.

The two of you chatted as he drew the landscape, Rohan occasionally stopping to hold your hand over the table and smile at its warm touch.

After you finished your last sip of tea, Rohan rose from his side of the table, planting a sweet kiss to your lips, holding your hand tightly, smiling into it as he felt your initial surprise.

When the two of you separated, a shout was heard from across the street.

“Josuke! What are you doing? You’re gonna get hit by a car if you cross like that!” The girl shouts from the sidewalk.

A furious Josuke blindly crossed the street in a rage, his eyes burning holes into only one person. Rohan.

“Wait! It’s ok! I l-like him like this! Only the kiss surprised me, nothing else!” Rohan looks at you scared as you wave your arms and stand up to defend your boyfriend from your best friend’s murderous advances.

“You think you can just go and kiss my friend without his permission?! You think you’re funny?! Messing with his heart! I’ll show you, ya punk!” As Crazy Diamond reaches over the rail that separates the patio from the sidewalk, your stand manifests, it’s vines wrapping around its arms.

“Josuke! I didn’t mean it like that! We’re dating, damn it! I’m not a little kid, I can take care of myself.” You shout, still trying to get Crazy Diamond to let go of Rohan.

“Why him? Why not someone else? Just… why him?” Josuke says between angered huffs as he attempts to calm his breathing.

“I’d accept anyone, anyone but him.” You place a hand on Josuke’s shoulder.

“But it’s him I love. I’m sorry. I know you hate him, but he means the world to me and so do you. I’m not asking you to suddenly change your mind on him, just accept that we are dating.” He looks at you again, the anger and sorrow that once filled his eyes now replaced with begrudging acceptance.

“You’re lucky I care about y/n so much. But if you try anything funny I’ll-“

“Josuke, stop threatening my boyfriend please. I think you’ve caused enough emotional trauma for him today.” Josuke chuckles but still glares at Rohan.

Rohan takes a deep breath and sighs, pressing his fingers to his forehead. You take this opportunity to surprise him with a quick peck.

“We should let the others know as well, shouldn’t we?” You smile up at him.

“Pardon me? I’ve had enough excitement for today. How about we take a much needed nap together. And you should look after your date over there.” Rohan points across the street at the girl Josuke was walking with earlier, now patiently waiting at the stoplight to cross.

“Oh jeez! I’m sorry! Just stay there, I'll run back to you!” Josuke waves a quick goodbye and jaywalks across, his date shouting at him again.

“I think we should let them all know now. I’m not afraid anymore.” Rohan glances down at you, your arm linked with his, and smiles.

“Then let’s go.”

The two of you approach Yukako and Koichi first. Koichi is ecstatic, but you soon find out that Rohan had already told Koichi everything as he trusted him to keep it a secret. Yukako is more so happy for you then Rohan, but she still asks to plan plenty of double dates now that the two of you are official.

The next person you approach is Okuyasu, who at first doesn’t understand what you’re talking about. When you carefully explain that you are dating Rohan, he pulls you off to the side.

“Of all the dudes you could pick, why not a buff one like Jotaro? You know 6ft tall, super strong, never talks. If I was picking someone, it’d be him.”

You can’t help but chuckle a little and explain to him again that Rohan was the one you truly loved. He smiles and shakes both of your hands, saying that the whole group should celebrate by getting shitfaced drunk at Josuke’s house.

The last people you felt like you needed to tell were Jotaro and Joseph. You met them at the seniors hotel room, discussing it over evening tea. Both were rather shocked that Rohan had fallen for someone as boisterous and loud as yourself, but they happily congratulated the two of you nonetheless.

- 2 hours later -

“We’re done now, right? Can we finally take a rest together? Please y/n. I can’t take all this socializing.” Rohan rested his back against the front door, tossing the keys on the entry table.

“It is finished! Now let’s sleep.” As you head for the bedroom, Rohan pulls you by the waist back to him. Your hands pressed against his chest as his wrap around your back.

“Not so fast there, my love. You’ve forgotten my goodnight kiss.” He purrs into your ear.

[komoreibi]

Rohan tends to work a lot and he often forgets to eat or drink while he is working. So you bring him food in his office yet he doesn't really notice you, since he is so absorbed by his work. But when he stops, he looks at his side, and there's a plate with food and a little note that says "you're doing a good job, i admire you"

And he smiles and so he gets up to find you and the two of you end up rampaging the kitchen for a late midnight snack together. (You have it at the balcony while looking at the stars🥰).

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AN: i hope you liked it!! And she also thought of one with polnareff as well if you want!

oo this is so cute 🥺 (plus i love anything and everything rohan teehee) (also idm reading a polnareff one if u want, tho i’m not too sure i could write him well ><)

ok so imagine you’ve brought rohan some tea and biscuits around 4 in the afternoon for teatime. you knocked on the door but as expected, you don’t get a response.

you opened the door anyway and there you saw your lover, kishibe rohan, hard at work. the sounds of pencils and pens scratching against paper filled the room alongside his muttering, as well as the occasional page flip as he began work on a new page or checked back on some references.

you couldn’t help but smile at the sight, seeing how passionate he is with his work, and decided to leave the snacks on his desk with a little letter. it was best to leave him to his work for now anyways.

minutes turn to hours and rohan only realised he should probably take a break when his beloved pen ran out of ink, only scratching the paper without leaving a proper mark.

he finally leans back in his chair for a break and stretches upwards, his short shirt riding up and exposing his toned midriff as he does so. the mangaka then set his pen down on the table and that’s when he realises, there’s a cold cup of tea on the table sitting beside a plate of biscuits that had likely gotten soft from being out for so long.

“since when had that been there?” he mumbled to himself with a raised eyebrow, picking up the folded slip of paper on top of the biscuits. he noted to himself to wash his hands after this, considering that the note had gotten slightly oily from what he assumed was the butter of the biscuits. he didn’t want any of that getting on his manuscript after all.

“my rohan-chan, good work today! you’re working hard as always. i prepared something for teatime though i don’t think you’ll be eating it. i really admire your ability to focus. but now that you’re reading this, please don’t forget to take care of yourself. if you need anything, you know where to find me.”

rohan chuckled to himself and folded the note back up before placing it in a drawer full of similar notes. then with a squeak of a chair and a shutting of a drawer, he gets up and leaves the room, ready to find you for a late dinner and possibly some stargazing, which was always your usual nightly routine.

and after that, he wanted to kiss you all over your face and cuddle you to sleep.

[thus-spoke-lo]

Actions Have Consequences: Rohan x Reader Smut A/N: Waddup my loves, it’s the weekend and I am thirsting. Also I just rly enjoy writing dom!Rohan, what can I say?

Summary: You're lonely and your body is aching for Rohan, but your daddy is a busy man, and you have to accept the consequences of bothering him as he works. CW: Fem reader, 18+ only, NSFW, smut. Kinks: degradation/humiliation, praise kink, daddy kink/ddlg, implied dom/sub. Word count: 1,686 AO3 Link: Here

“Come in here, now.”

You knew that tone of voice—something had aggravated Rohan, and that something was you. You padded into his office, trying to be quiet as you gently placed your stocking feet on the floor one after the other. You stood in the doorway, patiently waiting. “Yes, Rohan?”

He was sitting in his desk chair, back to his workspace, arms crossed in front of his chest. “What did you call me?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I meant yes, Daddy?” “That’s better. Now why have you been back and forth out of here all day? I have a deadline to meet later this week and I need to focus, and you’ve been in and out of my office for something or another ever since breakfast.” You looked at the floor, hands clasped in front of you. “Well…I’m bored, Daddy.” He cocked his head to one side and narrowed his eyes. “Oh you’re bored, is that it?”

“Y-yeah, I’m bored,” you stammered, a well of anxiety and desire within you. “Are you sure that’s all, my darling?”

“…Yes.” You worked to avert his gaze, feeling a slight blush begin to burn across your cheeks. “Now you know better than to lie to me, little girl.” He placed his hands on his thighs and started to get up. “I know what you want when you come interrupt me. I see the way you look at me, how you touch my thigh when you’re asking me a question, the way you tilt your pretty head to the side and pout your sweet lips while you listen. I’m a great artist for a reason—I observe everything. Now, you’re not just bored are you?”

You’d been caught. “N-no, Daddy, I’m not.”

“No, of course you’re not. I think my baby needs me to ravage her and make her cum.” He walked over to you, reaching a hand under your skirt. “My, no panties?” His slender fingers fondled your pussy lips, already slick with wet from the filthy thoughts that had been running through your head all day. “Tsk tsk, you are a dirty little slut, you came in here ready for me to bend you over and stuff you full with my cock, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes,” you stuttered, feeling the heat of arousal deep within your core, your eyes fluttering as Rohan teased you with his fingers.

He parted your lips and shoved two fingers inside your needy hole, pumping them in and out a few times before taking his hand back and walking over to his desk. “Well, that’s too bad—Daddy has a deadline, and you’re being very greedy and keep interrupting, so the best you’re going to get is my thigh.” He grabbed his sketchbook and pencil, then sat down on the small couch against the far wall. “Come over here, baby,” he said, patting his thigh. “You can get yourself off here while I work, then maybe you’ll stop interrupting me so much.”

You shamefully walked over to him, feeling your limbs tremble from embarrassment. You paused as you stood in front of him, nervously eying his thigh.

He patted his leg again. “Actions have consequences, my little darling. If you’re feeling particularly in need when I’m busy, then you have to accept what I give you.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you said shakily, as you turned away from him and started to lower yourself down onto his leg.

He grabbed you and stopped you. “No—not like that. You need to face me and look at me while you do it. I want to see how ashamed you are that you’re having to get off on my thigh like a needy little whore.”

“W-what?” This was humiliating enough, you didn’t want him to see your flushed face as you were forced to rut against his leg for pleasure. The look on his face said that he was dead serious, so you faced him and lowered yourself down into his thigh, resting one knee on the couch and bracing one foot on the floor, as you leaned forward a little to reach and use the back of couch for stability.

“Well, go on,” Rohan said as he looked down at his sketchbook and resumed his work.

You slowly started to grind against his clothed thigh, rubbing your slit along the length of his leg. The stiff fabric of his pants started to catch on your throbbing clit just right, and you closed your eyes and let out a breathy moan. When you opened your eyes again, you saw Rohan’s eyes fixed on you, head resting in his hand, sketchbook pushed to the side. You felt the shame well up again within you and turned your head to the side to avoid his intense gaze.

“Hey, I said look at me, little slut.” He grabbed your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks while he held your head steady. “You should be ashamed of yourself for this. You have such a needy little cunt, you can’t even leave me alone for an afternoon without wanting me to shove you down and stuff my cock in you, can you?”

“Mmm-mm,” you eked out, slowing your grinding as you were forced to look directly at Rohan and let him see the shameful way you were enjoying his warm thigh pressing into your wet slit. You hated this feeling of being watched, but there was also something about being subjected to his lustful gaze that made your cunt throb a little more intensely. You had been a filthy, needy slut, after all—didn’t you deserve to be punished this way, and have him witness your embarrassing need for release?

He gave you a cocky smile as he let your face free from his grip. “That’s right, that little pussy of yours is just so wet for Daddy all the time, you can’t help but try to take me away from my important work things just to satisfy you. I don’t blame you, I know you love Daddy’s big cock, don’t you baby?”

You whined in response, your grinding becoming more intense against him as your felt your clit swell and pulse.

“Then let me hear you say it,” he commanded.

“I love your big cock, Daddy!” you exclaimed as you rubbed yourself even harder and faster on him, rutting obscenely against the rough white fabric of his pants, a dark wet spot growing underneath you as your juice dripped from your wanting hole onto him, and spread across your own thighs, making them sticky and slick. “Good girl.” He grabbed your free hand and guided it down to the growing bulge in the front of his trousers; you felt him pulse under your palm. “Do you feel how hard Daddy gets for you, slut? Feel what you’re missing, if only you’d asked nicely and waited like a good girl?”

You nodded, squealing as you inched closer to release, and you panted desperately as you continued to pleasure yourself on his leg, feeling your face redden even more as he watched you intently, his own breathing quickening as you continued to stroke his hardened cock through his pants. You instinctively reached for the zipper, when he pushed your hand away. “Aw, but you can’t have that right now,” he said, putting a hand over the erection that strained against the fabric and rubbing it slowly, just to tease you. “You just have to suffer and get yourself off on my thigh, like the desperate little girl you are.”

You watched him thrust up into his hand as he continued to fondle his clothed cock, and you quivered, wishing that he was thrusting up into your slutty wet hole instead of into his hand. Your head lolled backwards as you felt the familiar heat building in your depths, your wanting cunt just shy of the relief you were so desperate for that you allowed yourself to be degraded and humiliated just to achieve it. You needed him so badly in that moment—his cock, his hand, his tongue, anything. “Oh please Daddy, please touch me, please please please,” you begged, “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Aww, baby,” he cooed, “there’s nothing in this world that keep you from being a needy girl, is there? You’re being so good taking your punishment, why don’t you let Daddy help you?” He reached under your skirt, wetting his thumb with the slick that coated your pussy and thighs. He slowly massaged your swollen clit, applying gentle pressure and moving his thumb in small circles. It was this motion that finally sent you over, tears beginning to well in your eyes as you felt your entire core tense—then blinding, sweet release, as you pulsed and spasmed, and cried out for Rohan, hot tears streaming down your face as your thighs shook and tensed around his leg. You rode the waves of your orgasm and it tapered off, Rohan still gently rubbing your overstimulated clit, causing you to shudder and cry out, sobbing as you begged him to stop, it was too much, it felt like your body was electrified as jolts of ecstasy ran through you. He smiled and obliged, and licked your juices off his thumb before placing his hand on your arm and giving it a squeeze. “You did such a good job getting yourself off, baby. But that’s all you can have for now. You don’t deserve my cock yet if you’re going to be such a needy brat—you can wait until after dinner, and if you’re still good, you can have Daddy’s cock for dessert. Understand?”

You nodded, unable to find words as your body and mind were still reeling.

“Good girl.” He wiped away the tears that were leaving trails down your cheeks, then grabbed both of your shoulders and pulled you in towards him, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Now go get me a clean pair of pants, you’ve made a mess of me.”

You smiled sweetly back at him, your head empty of all thoughts except the lingering vibrations of pleasure that ran through you. “Yes, Daddy.”