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potomacdebateacademy · 9 months

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December '23 Tournament Results

As the year comes to a close, we had a busy December! Potomac Debate students attended 3 in-person tournaments at Ridge, George Mason University, and Princeton University. We also competed in 2 online tournaments at TOC Digital Series and UCLA. Last but not least, we hosted our very own Fall Championships Intramural with over 200 students in attendance! Without further ado, here are our impressive results:

December Fall Championships Intramural:

Impromptu Speaking

📣1st: Sneha P.

📣2nd: Hannah L.

Public Speaking

Junior Varsity:

📣1st: Jiah N.

📣2nd: David K.

Varsity:

📣1st: Olivia H.

📣2nd: Shreya B.

Public Forum

Elementary School Novice:

🏆Champion: Aalia K. & Ritishka K.

⭐ Finalist: Melissa S. & Jenna Y.

Speaker Awards

📣1st: Ritishka K.

📣2nd: Aalia K.

📣3rd: Naiya D.

Elementary School Open:

🏆Champion: Jayden L. & Shreya R.

⭐ Finalist: Ariyan P. & Lara V.

Speaker Awards

📣1st: Lara V.

📣2nd: Sian L.

📣3rd: Mishka C.

Middle School Novice:

🏆Champion: Avik D. & Pranav K.

⭐ Finalist: Chloe D. & Julia G.

⭐ Semifinalist: Sujeev K. & Rishabh V., Diya G. & Srinish P.

Speaker Awards

📣1st: Sujeev K.

📣2nd: Chloe D.

📣3rd: VIhaan M.

📣4th: Steven H.

📣5th: Srinish P.

Middle School JV:

🏆Champion: Cameron L. & Andrew N.

⭐ Finalist: Lakshya P. & Ayaan K.

⭐ Semifinalist: Rishaan G. & Sophia L., Arnav S. & Aru-Ai K.

Speaker Awards

📣1st: Sriya I.

📣2nd: Gregory S.

📣3rd: Elaine Z.

📣4th: Avika S.

📣5th: Jiyan B.

Middle School Intermediate:

🏆Champion: Erin L. & Christian L.

⭐ Finalist: Ava N. & Hetvik K.

Speaker Awards

📣1st: Suhani V.

📣2nd: Ava N.

📣3rd: Saisahasra A., Rishaan K.

Middle School Open:

🏆Champion: Abhay H. & Anthony L.

⭐ Finalist: Kaylynn Y. & Rebecca L.

Speaker Awards

📣1st: Lavinia U.

📣2nd: Abhay H.

📣3rd: Anthony L.

High School Novice

🏆Champion: Harshiv S. & Laura C.

⭐ Finalist: Aanshi P. & Yiren J.

Speaker Awards

📣1st: Laura C.

📣2nd: Aanshi P.

📣3rd: Ananya N.

High School JV

🏆Champion: Anirudh P. & Sanskriti N.

⭐ Finalist: Jessica G. & Wyatt N.

Speaker Awards

📣1st: Jessica G.

📣2nd: Wyatt N.

📣3rd: Anirudh P.

High School Open

🏆Champion: Rohan R. & Raj A.

⭐ Finalist: Mengtong X. & Joyce L.

Speaker Awards

📣1st: Raj A.

📣2nd: Kelly J.

📣3rd: Nehal T.

Ridge Debates:

High School Varsity:

⭐ Quarterfinalists: Ishan P. & Noor M., Aaron T. & Isabel T. (receiving TWO GOLD bids to TOC!)

⭐ Octafinalists: Christopher T. & Cynthea W. (receiving a SILVER bid to TOC!)

Speaker Awards

📣6th: Aaron T.

📣8th: Ishan P.

Princeton University:

High School Varsity:

⭐ Double Octafinalists: Sherry L. & Leon W., Roselyn B. & Tiffany T., and Carson D. & Dillon M. (receiving THREE SILVER bids to TOC!)

George Mason University:

High School Varsity:

⭐ Quarterfinalists: Benjamin T. & Luke W., Zack L. & Hali D. (receiving TWO GOLD bids to TOC!)

⭐ Octafinalists: Ishan P. & Aaron T. (receiving a SILVER bid to TOC!)

⭐ Double Octafinalists: Cleo C. & Sahasra G., Alisha D. & Ethan M., Paul W. & Harrison W.

⭐ Triple Octafinalist: Richard F & Sarina V.

TOC Digital Speech & Debate #3:

Middle School Varsity::

⭐ Octafinalist: Aahana G. & Cady W.

Speaker Awards (Middle School)

📣7th: Cady W.

UCLA:

High School Novice:

🏆Champion: Kaylynn Y. & Ava Y.

⭐ Quarterfinalist: Samarth S. & Kathy F.

⭐ Octafinalist: Karthik U. & Anish K.

Speaker Awards

📣2nd: Ava Y.

📣7th: Pia P.

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icollectyoursins · 4 years

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Kishibe Rohan x Reader SFW + NSFW

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

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

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

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

Looking for more? Master post here!

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

Word Counts: 2201

SFW

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I tried-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

NSFW (Dominant specifically)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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joestarwhore · 4 years

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NSFW Yandere Josuke (18+) x Female reader

his little darling managed to escape her obsessive and derange boyfriend house while he was gone.

She trys to get help and does but the good samaritan is Jotaro who leads her back to Josuke thinking she was over reacting.

Josuke angry she escape he takes her back home and has idea to keep her safe and home by finally putting a ring on her

Like The Ocean Finds The Shore (NSFW 18+)

Authors Note: 18+ ONLY. if you’re a minor please find another blog, this writings and scripts are not written for your audience. thank you bb!

You didn’t know what made it worse. The tears in your eyes? Or maybe it was the pouring rain in the pitch black night; never the less, you were barely able to make out where you were, much less which direction you were going. The muscles in your body screamed for relief, the gashes angrily stinging against the rain, pushing you to run far, far away from the house that became your personal Hell.

Anywhere was better than being with him.

Your legs burned as you pushed yourself down the hill, gaining as much distance as you could away from Josuke. You couldn’t help to think of the events that led to this; gaining a stand from Keijo, meeting Koichi in odd circumstances, all the tiny little interactions that led to you accidentally tripping over a brick. Right into Josuke’s unmoving backside.

The thunder was incredibly deafening, lighting up the city of Morioh below you. You didn’t know if Josuke had discovered your absence yet, but you knew you had to be far away from him when he did. You knew it was just a matter of time.

Suddenly the grass became concrete, and concrete became asphalt. Relief flooded through you as you realized that you had finally made it into city limits. You looked around for any sign of safety you could take, your sights finally landing on the Grand Morioh Hotel.

‘Oh my god, Jotaro!’ You started sprinting towards the doors, bypassing any on looker or someone saying any comment to you, all you cared about was finding the receptionist and finding Jotaro. You ran down the hall to the Plaza, seeing the nice attendant lady who always seemed to be the one working for the desk. As soon as she saw you approach, her smile went from one of welcome to a grimace of worry. “Oh my word sweetie, are you okay?? Do you need any help??”

You leaned on the desk for a second to catch your breath. “Actually.. yes there is something.. you could do..”, you took a deep breath, “can you tell me what room Jotaro Kujo is in? We’re related & we have a family member in the hospital and it’s imperative that I fill him in on what’s going on.” Not the best lie you’ve ever told but at this point, you couldn’t afford to be precise. The desk attendant nodded with assured hums, “Yes honey of course, give me just one second.”

You breathed in relief. Thank God. Josuke definitely knew by now that you were gone, & would absolutely be searching for you. Finding Jotaro gave you a little hope for safety but even still; Josuke was relentless.

“Okay darlin, 8th floor, 6th suite, it’ll be the one at the very end!!” Relief swept over you as you quickly expressed your thanks, sprinting up the stairs towards your destination. ‘This is utterly insane’ you thought to yourself; you were running from your deranged boyfriend to his nephew that’s a decade older than he is. Your clothes were torn, wet, your skin was bruised and bleeding out, a state of being you weren’t familiar with.

The raw emotion you felt as you reach Jotaro’s door can only be described as a broken hallelujah. You banged on his door as hard as you can, not stopping until Jotaros towering frame swung the door open.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” His stone cold expression seemed to always be unwavering, but at the sight of you his eyes betrayed him. “What the hell happened to you?” You tried to speak, but no words came out, simply emotion ridden gasps between sobs. Jotaro took your arm and led you in, showing you to a seat by the fireplace & brought you a hot mug of coffee. You gave him a grateful look as you took the cup, Jotaro taking the seat in front of you with a first aid kit. “What happened to you?? Is this from an enemy stand user?”

You couldn’t help but give a lifeless giggle. Certainly felt like it, didn’t it?

Jotaro let you sit in silence for a second while he cleaned the wounds gracing your arms & face, carefully watching your facial expression for any sign of emotion, anything to hint at what might be going on. You didn’t even know where to start in explaining it, or even a way to explain how this happened.

Jotaro took your chin in his hand and turned your face towards his. “(Y/N), who did this to you?” The concern in his eyes made you feel the most cared about you’ve been in months. If you could tell anyone, it’d be Jotaro.. right?”

“It.. it’s Josuke.. When we started dating he was so good to me, he was charming & caring, he’d take time out of his day to spend time with me & would make sure i felt his love; but his actions just.. escalated. He was everywhere. He would text me throughout the day about what i was doing, saying certain comments about my outfits or what stores i was in, he ALWAYS knew.” Jotaro listened intently as he wrapped your forearm in gauze, giving you a nod it was okay to keep proceeding with what you were saying. “All of a sudden one day my land lord calls me to let me know that I was being evicted out of nowhere and i had 24 hours to leave. The same day, Josuke signed the deed to his Mom’s house & told me I could live with him. I just thought it was a crazy coincidence, I didn’t think Josuke would actually ever get me evicted. Then i found my land lords phone number in his pocket book. When I asked him about it he pretended like he didn’t know, and when i kept asking he..” The memory of him holding you against the wall, his knee putting pressure onto your slit, made you visibly cringe. The way he touched you.. it was so possessive, so needy, his eyes portraying one visible message. ‘I own you.’

Jotaro closed the first aid kit & put it under the seat he was at, a pack of pills in his hand. Jotaro silently put the two pills in your hand & got you a glass of water. “I’m sorry you’re going through this & I’m sorry you’ve been hurt so badly. The pills are a sleeping pill & a pain relief supplement, take those and you can sleep in my bed. I’ll handle everything in the morning.” You looked at the two white pills in your hand & threw them to the back of your throat, quickly chasing them with the glass of water he gave you. Jotaro gave you a pair of pajama pants and a t shirt, and helped you lay in the bed. “Goodnight, (Y/N). I’ll see you in the morning.”

You don’t remember anything past that.

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When you woke in the morning, you were blinded by direct sunlight. You squinted your eyes as tight as you could, noticing that you were being held up my two arms that were walking at a brisk pace. Gently adjusting your eyes to open, you looked up to see Jotaro, a determined glare in his eyes.

“J..Jotaro where are we?” you whispered the best you could manage. Jotaro gave you a glance down before returning his eyes to the path.

“I called Josuke.”, Your heart drops into your stomach. He wouldn’t.. he couldn’t.. “He says you lost your apartment because your anti psychotics put you out of a job, & he had your landlords number to pay your moving out fees for you.”

You shook your head in disbelief, “No, no no no Jotaro that’s a lie, i’m not on anti-psychotics, I don’t have any sort of med like that, he’s fucking lying to you!!”

Jotaro gave you an expectant look. “That’s the other thing Josuke said. You’ve been flushing them down the drain instead of taking them like you’re supposed to. Josuke only wants to take care of you, (Y/N). There’s nothing to fear of him.”

“JOTARO, I HAVE NEVER TAKEN THOSE PILLS IN MY LIFE AND YOU FUCKING KNOW”- You saw a giant purple hand come over your face and cover your mouth, restraining you from saying anymore. “I’m sorry (Y/N), but this is what’s best for you.”

You heard a door in the distance open, and Jotaro looking up and locking eyes with someone. The voice you heard next made your spine freeze, and dread pierce your soul.

“Jotaro!! Thank you SO much for bringing (Y/N) back!!”

No.. Not again..

“Not a problem Josuke, i’d rather have assurance of (Y/N)‘s safety myself then just send her back here on a bus.”

You slowly looked over, finally catching sight of your boyfriend. His tall, muscular form loomed dangerously in the door way of his house, his pompadour reminding you of so many events, so many violations of your body..

God its sick that it was making you wet.

Jotaro set you on your feet in front of josuke, letting Star Platinums hand uncover your mouth.

You couldn’t look at him.

Josukes hand ran through your hair, “(Y/N) is all okay now that she’s here with me.” He put his other hand under your chin, lifting to meet you eye to eye. It was everything you remembered. Lust, anger, relief, and above all else: obsession.

Jotaro and Josuke bid their farewells. Hands on your hips steered you into the living room, Josuke gently closing the door behind you. You could feel his eyes bore into the back of your skull, your mind erratic with anxiety. God, what’s he gonna do??

“Y’know, you didnt have to run away. You didn’t have to leave me. You didn’t have to be SO FUCKING UNGRATEFUL.” Josuke threw a chair at the wall in front of you, the force of it making you fall backwards onto your back. You gasped as your back collided with the floor, seeing Josukes towering frame turning towards you. He kneels down straddling you, the obsession of his eyes terrifying as he wrapped his long fingers around your throat. Adrenaline went straight between your legs.

“I do everything for you, (Y/N). I house you. I feed you. I FUCKING TAKE CARE OF YOU.” Josuke ripped apart your shirt, shoving his knee on your hot slit, making you gasp in surprise. Josukes delicate features possess a hunger that you remember all too well. “I also make you feel good don’t i??” He removed one of his hands from your throat to attack your nipple with, making you arch your back & moan. Josuke bit his lip in ecstasy as he shoved his middle finger down your slit, swirling it around in your hot heat. Josukes mouth rested against your temple as you gasped in pleasure, sickly wanting him to just take you then & there.

Josuke slowed down his finger, gently massaging your clit at a comfortable pace. “I’m sorry if it was because you felt unloved. If that’s the case, I really promise to be better. Because you can’t leave me, (Y/N). You’re mine, my little princess, my sweet baby girl,” His fingers started to assault you again. You heard a zipper get tugged town, and Josukes hips sweetly grind against yours. “My little fucking slut.”

You started to panic as you felt the tip of his rock hard cock press against your heat, your adrenaline skyrocketing. He’s delirious. “JoJo honey please, d-dont make me do this i’m so fucking sc-“

Josukes hand slapped your cheek, making you yelp in pain, quickly resulting in your moth being covered once again. “No, you don’t get a say. You were a bad girl, baby. And bad girls-“

Your scream was strained as he bottomed out his 8 inch cock inside you. “-they get punished.”

Josuke rammed inside of you, yourself being pummeled into the floor as he chanted “Mine, mine, mine, -FUCK-, MINE!!” His dick assaults your G-Spot as you felt an orgasm start to build in your stomach.

“Are you gonna cum baby? Does my little fuckinf slut want to cum??” Josuke slapped your clit. “TELL ME WHO OWNS YOU.”

Pleasure overruled the mine on this one. “It’s you baby! It’s always been you and it always will, I promise I’ll never leave you again just-“ you squealed as you felt your build up about to break. “PLEASE LET ME CUM JOSUKE PLEASE!!”

“Uggh FUCK, cum on my fucking cock (Y/N) show me who OWNS you.” Josukes duet of lust and rage amplified as you exploded all over him, your moans and screams sounding like siren calls to himself. Josuke rutted into you, filling you to the brim with himself. He laid himself by you, wrapping his arms around your overstimulated frame. You laid there for a couple of minutes trying to catch your breath, your heart rate soaring. You could hear Josukes soft giggles beside you as you felt a hand caress your cheek. You looked him into his eyes, seeing the unconditional love and obsession. The never ending love and obsession.

Josuke sweetly kisses your cheek, holding you in his arms as he gently picks up your left hand. You felt a cold circle of metal grace your ring finger, slipping on perfectly. Fear gripped your heart as you realized what it was.

“My pretty baby.. my gorgeous doll,” Josuke rolled ontop of you and held your face in his hands. “This will make sure we’re always together. You & me, husband and wife!! My perfect, beautiful, fuckable wife..”

Tears started to slide down your face.

So, this was defeat.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you be my wife?”

You looked at the alabaster ceiling. This wasn’t possible for you. This couldn’t be happening. But you knew it was.

“Yes.. Josuke. I’ll marry you.”

Josuke gleamed as he smothered you with kisses and sweet nothings, giving you gentle touches as his lips grazed over your ears to say the only thing that comes out of his mouth: poison.

“I’ll always find you, baby doll.”

“Like the ocean meets the shore- I will always find you.”

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I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT & KEEP REQUESTING ALL YALL WANT!! TYSM!! 🤍🌿✨🌸👄🍌🌩

#jojos bizzare adventure yandere #yandere josuke #n/s/f/w jjba #yandere jjba #yandere risotto #yandere rohan #ghiaccio x reader #vento aureo #la squadra #jjba imagines

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moody-blues-requiem · 5 years

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I don’t mind writing Rohan at all but I personally don’t like him so I hope my bias didn’t show through too hard lmao

(n/s/f/w under the cut)

Rohan really could be such a stick in the mud sometimes. You loved him, and you knew that he loved you but so often he would get caught up in his work, retreating into his studio for days. You would respect his need for focus and solitude as long as he agreed to come out for food and bathroom breaks. Other than that, the only evidence you had that he was still alive in the little room was the sound of an ink pen scratching on paper.

Tonight was supposed to be a nice evening out with your boyfriend but with the stress of manga deadlines bearing down on him, it had turned into a photoshoot for reference material. Rohan would sooner die than admit he had any flaws, especially in his artwork, but you knew he preferred having references when it came to his work. Though, on the bright side, you had agreed upon an activity that could serve as both a date and a good place for photos: the carnival.

Normally it would take quite a lot to convince Rohan to step foot into the fairgrounds. Crowds of people, junk food galore, with dangerous rides and attractions covered in sweat and grime from other patrons. The likelihood that you would run into Josuke and Okuyasu rose dramatically. On the ride there you reminded Rohan to try to enjoy himself a little, and at the very least, he would get some photos out of it. He groaned, knowing you were right, but he wasn’t going to admit that.

Even to something as casual as the carnival, Rohan wore an all-too-expensive crop top, matching pants, and fine leather shoes. You wore a cool, sleeveless top, strappy sandals, and a new short skirt that you had bought for the occasion. The plan was to tempt Rohan into something more fun than taking pictures of the fair. You only hoped that it would work.

Even with the near-constant click of the camera shutter, you still managed to have a good time out with your boyfriend. He had a surprisingly sharp aim with a pellet gun, winning a stuffed toy at the shooting gallery with ease. You couldn’t hold back giggles at his frustration with the milk bottle toss, though. It was almost certainly rigged anyways, but watching Rohan angrily throw baseball after baseball and hit nothing nearly brought tears of laughter to your eyes. The few baseballs he had left were angrily swept to the ground as Rohan cursed the game, earning an amused chuckle from the woman working the stand. Politely, you bent over to pick up after your boyfriend.

Rohan stopped dead in his tracks, falling silent as he spotted you picking up the stray baseballs. Your skirt had tilted upwards, just a bit, revealing the lack of panties to cover you. The game counter was just tall enough so that the woman wouldn’t see you, and hopefully no one else would. This surprise was just for your boyfriend. Almost before you could give the balls back to the woman Rohan was dragging you away, off to another part of the park.

“Was that your little plan this whole time?” he asked, once you had caught up to his quick pace. “Tease me while I’m trying to work?”

“Rohan, please, this was supposed to be a date,” you reminded him. “I don’t mind you getting some reference pictures in, but I knew you’d focus on work above everything else.”

He bit his lip, grumpy, but thinking. Without breaking stride, he continued walking. Leading you through the rows of people, fried foods and rides and games, all washed in vibrant neon lighting until you found yourself in a part of the park that was… dim. The lights and noise of the crowd felt distant. There were a few stalls back here, though they were vacant and unused. A rope marked with a “STAFF ONLY” sign barred entry, but Rohan stepped over it without hesitation.

“You coming?”

“My ‘little plan’ worked, didn’t it?” you said, smirking.

“Why don’t you come find out?”

Rohan reached his hand out to you. Taking it, you hopped over the rope.

In no time you found yourself pushed up against the wall of a desolate concession stand. Rohan’s fingers were already fucking you open, long digits scissoring in and out of your dripping folds. His mouth was busy on your neck, biting down and sucking on your delicate skin, earning all kinds of moans and gasps from you. You knew you had to stay somewhat quiet, you were still out in public, but the dull roar of the fairground would allow you a little vocal freedom. “Going without panties was bold of you,” Rohan purred, pulling his mouth back from your neck and moving to tease the shell of your ear. “Anyone could have seen… but a naughty thing like you wouldn’t have minded, as long as you got your prize in the end, hm?” You could only groan in response, hips keeping into Rohan’s touch. “You’re such a naughty girl,” he said, pulling his fingers away.

“Rohan,” you gasped. “Come on, please--”

One hand moved to undo his pants, freeing his length. He pumped his hand over his shaft, letting your wetness on his fingers coat his cock. The other hand grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“You’re my naughty girl.”

It felt too quick and too slow all at once, but all you could do was throw your head back and moan as Rohan speared you on his cock. He was long, pulling out an inch and pushing in two, repeating until he had buried himself to the hilt in you. He sighed, satisfied, taking a moment to enjoy your warmth surrounding him. You were velvety-soft, hot, wet, clenching with just the right amount of pressure to make him a little weak in the knees. He watched your face carefully, every detail barely illuminated by the distant colors of the carnival, faint pink and blue hues glowing in your hair and catching on your fluttering eyelashes. The way you bit your lip, your hands gently clenching at his shirt… Rohan had been planning on going slow, revenge for you teasing him away from his work, but at this rate he knew he wasn’t going to be able to exhibit that kind of control.

“Rohan, please…” you whined out. The intensity with which Rohan stared at you, his cool green eyes taking in every detail of you made your stomach flutter with arousal. “Don’t you have a naughty girl to punish?”

Your punishment was a relentless, fast pace as Rohan pounded into you His nails dug into your hips, bouncing you on his cock opposite his thrusts to help drive himself that much deeper within you. When you whined a little too loud his lips would crash against yours in a fevered kiss, his tongue easily sliding past your lips to meet your own. Rohan had you memorized like a map and could read you like a book (even without the use of his stand). He knew your sensitive spots, he knew when to keep a constant pace with you and when to speed up or slow. And now with the passion rising to a fever pitch, the soft moan of his name on your lips, Rohan knew you were close. Just a little more…

“Go on then, dirty girl. Cum.”

With a little shout muffled by the biting of your lip the energy building within you exploded into a wash of pleasure. You cried out your boyfriend’s name as you released around him, shaking in his arms from the sensation. Rohan thrust into you a few more times before pushing in deep and going still before you could feel his cum begin to pump inside of you, along with Rohan leaning down to bury his face in the crook of your neck. He worked your skin again, biting and sucking and nearly growling against you. Seeing Rohan so animalistic in his pleasure was absolutely delicious.

He set you on the counter of the abandoned food stand to have a better look at the mess he had made of you; Rohan was always a fan of seeing you with his cum, whether it was coating your lips and chest or dripping from your pussy. Gently pushing apart your folds, he watched as a single spurt of his cum dripped out of you. Pleased with his work, he smiled.

“You going to take me back to the fair like this?” you asked. “No panties and all?”

“You’ll have to work pretty hard if you don’t want someone to see my cum running down your legs,” Rohan remarked. “As long as you’re by my side, I don’t know that I would mind that….”

Reaching over to his belongings, he grabbed his camera, uncapping the lens and powering it on.

“But first, there are a few more personal reference images that I want.”

#kishibe rohan #rohan kishibe #jjba #Diamond is Unbreakable #my writing #diu #n/s/f/w #anon

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sugarspicenights · 6 days

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Let me preface this AriHan fic (my selfship with Rohan Ki/shi/be 🤭)

Back in October 2019 I was coming to terms with my Rohan self ship, deconstructing sexuality/purity, and accepting being demi and bi. I never published this fic until now, but it was set on the Tokyo trip from my selftober set 🥰

I look back on it now as something that really helped me heal and come to terms with myself and choosing to create a healthy association with sexuality and acknowledging my own desires.

Content is 18+ ONLY — Minors DNI (BEGONE)

“Mmmf, I’m so tired.”

Flopping onto the bed when we got in, my bags landed on the covers, spilling a few things out as they hit. Rohan laughed at me, walking over.

“You have a thing for doing this, huh?~” I peeked up at him with a tiny grin. “Yeah...”

He sat on the bed, glancing at the things that spilled out. A few new tubes of lip stain, a bracelet, and... Double checking, he froze as his eyes landed on the two condoms that had slipped out. My face was still buried into the covers, unaware.

“Did you have some plans for these??~”

When I looked up, Rohan was holding the packages, smirking at me. With a gasp, I snatched them and scrambled up, face flushing.

“I-!! I-!” Too embarrassed, I couldn’t give him a proper answer.

“When did you get them??” He chuckled, pulling himself completely onto the bed and watching me. I looked down, rubbing my neck.

“When you were finishing at the vintage place... C-condomania was like. Right next door. So I slipped in. And I dunno. Got some just in case.” I couldn’t make eye contact with Rohan and my cheeks were burning now...

“They do have them in Morioh, you know~”

I didn’t want to have this conversation, but it was time... I had to face this.

“I... I know.” I finally met his gaze, still embarrassed, but ready to talk.

“Rohan...”

“Yes?” He scooted closer, hearing the quiet change in my voice. I reached for his hand and took a deep breath.

“I don’t know how to start talking about this stuff. I know I want you... But I get so embarrassed even thinking about it that I can hardly even...”

My face was even warmer now and not calming down. I took a breath and continued.

“Hardly even talk. Can hardly... Look at you! And it’s not that I’m embarrassed of you... You’re beautiful!! You’re wonderful. I just feel ashamed... Of me, I guess... My parents made me do all this ‘purity’ training stuff as a kid and now I can’t even think of doing anything more than kissing someone without feeling guilty...”

Rohan listened patiently as I poured everything out to him, waiting until I was done to reply.

“There’s a purity in love, you know? In sharing our love for each other...”

I nodded, still quiet. Rohan slipped in front of me, holding my face in his hands.

“I’m sorry you’ve been made to feel guilty about being a normal human being. You aren’t bad for wanting to explore this side of yourself... Sex is beautiful. Sharing that love is normal.”

I was on the edge of tears as he held me, softening with every word.

“Sometimes I feel physically sick the guilt is so bad, Rohan... I don’t want to feel like that anymore.”

“Can I use Heaven’s Door on you?”

I swallowed hard. It was as if the guilt was an old friend, a guard, a means of preventing me from ever having sex. I knew it was supposed to be “prevention for bad decisions” or something, but it had been almost 20 years of these feelings.

I was old enough to respect myself.

I knew what love was...

How to live a beautiful, moral life.

I didn’t want that guilt any more.

“Yes... Please, Rohan... You have my permission.”

He called out his stand, erasing and writing gently as he held my face, then sealing it back up again.

“What did you do?” I raised an eyebrow, eyes soft and curious as he slipped his fingers over the closing fissure.

“I erased the guilt, kept the purity, and added love... That you would always know loved you were.”

My chest filled up with warmth as he pulled me into a hug.

“You’re safe with me. Always safe with me. I’d never force you into anything.”

“I know... And I want you to know how much I love you, Rohan. How deep my feelings are...” I moved closer, laying a hand on his thigh as we talked.

“That doesn’t have to be sex, Ari... We shouldn’t just do something because it’s what people do. We should have a good reason.” He laid his hand over mine, gaze locked on mine.

“We don’t have to. Not yet. You’re right.” I pulled my hand away, hesitating. “But...” “But?” He cocked his head, curious.

“We could...” Ugh. Just spit it out!!! “Try other things?”

“What other things?~”

“Get comfortable with each other. Just... Be really gentle and warm. I want to see you. Touch you.” Honesty lifted a huge weight off of my chest and I felt better finally voicing my desires.

“Ah~” He was smiling softly now, slipping a hand to my shoulder.

“Yes...I think maybe it’s time.” Getting up, he took my hand. “Let’s change first. Make it special.”

I nodded, following. As we swapped off in the bathroom, Rohan and I found pajamas and changed. Quiet, shy, and reverent, we returned to our room, shutting the blinds and clearing off Rohan’s bed. He grabbed the condoms again and looked them over.

“Did you know you got flavored ones?” He chuckled as I went beet red again. “No! Agh!”

“Heh, it’s alright. They’ll be perfect. Come on. Hop onto the bed.”

“Oh, wait!! Hang on.”

I popped into the bathroom and grabbed two towels, a large one and a washcloth, before returning. Laying the large one onto the sheets, I climbed up, blushing.

“Oh?~”

“Look we’ll need it, okay?” I was already giving too much away... Frick.

“I trust you~~”

“So...” I grabbed at the stomach of my dress, scrunching it up as I spoke. “How do we do this... I’ve only. Ever. Explored on my own.”

“Ohhhh, so that’s why~~” Getting a gentle smack, Rohan laughed, grinning at me. “We can take it as slow or fast as you want. Let’s just kiss and see where it goes.” “Okay.”

Rohan and I wrapped our arms around each other, pulling close. Leaning forward first, he slipped his lips between mine. I let out a little moan as he did, deepening the kiss. Hands gripping at my back, Rohan pulled me in tighter as we quickened our pace. As he pressed his tongue at my lips, I climbed onto Rohan’s hips, both of us making little moans. We parted for breath in a moment, laughing and panting. I leaned my forehead to his with a little grin.

“I love you, Rohan.”

“I love you, Ari.”

Gripping at my arms, Rohan dove back in for more kisses, arching his hips up into me as we made out. In a few moments, I felt an unfamiliar sensation underneath my hips, realizing that Rohan was getting excited.

HOLY FRICCCCK!!!!!! CRAP!!!! I WASN’T READY FOR THIS!!!!!

As we parted again for air, I glanced up at him, then down at the growing tent in his boxers. My face would probably not calm down ever tonight, so I accepted my flushed cheeks and continued.

“W-what do we—??” My words halted, flustered by the new situation. He chuckled, kissing down to my neck.

“How do you take care of yourself when you’re excited??~~”

My eyes went wide, then I buried my face into his neck, mumbling. “By... Touching...”

“Mhmmmm~” He grinned onto my skin, then kissed my forehead. “It’s the same. Just together, instead of alone~”

Nodding, I climbed off of his lap and sat on the bed, waiting as he tugged the waist of his boxers down. My breathing quickened as he slipped them down past his abdomen and then—my breath caught as he removed them fully, seeing him bare for the first time. Frick. He was gorgeous. I wasn’t sure what was average or big when it came to sizes... But whatever Rohan was, he was perfect. Hair trimmed neatly. Nice size. Aesthetically pleasing. He slipped off his shirt too and sat there, naked and beautiful.

“Whoa...”

It didn’t take much to make Rohan cocky and he ate up the way my hungry eyes roamed over him.

“Your turn~”

With shaky hands, I pulled my sleep dress up, revealing a lacy bra I had left on to tease him and my underwear. Rohan moved to unhook my bra and I reddened as his dick brushed up against my thigh. After fiddling with the hooks for a solid minute, I reached behind myself and helped him.

“Thank you.” He kissed slowly, one had trailing to my waistband, the other gripping my breast. Letting out a louder moan as he squeezed, I broke the kiss, panting into his neck.

“Oh?~”

“I’m sensitive, okay?? Every little— “

Rohan had drug his fingers over my stomach and I sucked in, shivering under his touch.

“Oh, you are... You really are~” He grinned, teasing as he explored over more exposed skin. With a surge of courage, I slipped my undies off and tossed them aside, now bare before Rohan.

Equal terms. <3

His erection hadn’t waned at all, still persistent as he kneeled back on the bed.

“Hi~” I blushed up at him, taking in his body again.

“Hello~” He did the same, studying my skin.

“You’re. So beautiful, Rohan.”

“As are you, Ari... You’re stunning.”

“Can...” I reached my hand forward towards him. “Can I touch you?”

He nodded, watching as my fingers neared, shaking.

“Guide me?” I laughed up at him. “I’m too nervous.”

“Gladly~” Rohan took my hand and led it to himself, moaning quietly as my fingers grazed over his length.

“A-Aaah...hhhh...”

“Whoa... That’s... So much different than I thought! It’s! Wow!”

I laughed, eyes lighting up as I slipped my grip around him. “That’s amazing.”

He chuckled, barely keeping his moans in as I experimented, pulling and tugging gently with my hand. Rohan helped me with the motions, teaching me what felt good. Before I could continue, though, he told me to stop.

“Lay back.”

“What??”

“I want to make sure you’re taken care of too...” “oH~”

Laying back onto the pillows, I carefully parted my legs, anxiety swelling. I had never let anyone get this close and was self-conscious about my old HS scars. Rohan, however, was far more confident. Pushing a gentle hand between my thighs, he settled himself between them, rubbing gently at my hips and abdomen. Inhaling sharply, I anticipated his movements, already wet.

Reaching carefully, Rohan slipped his fingers to my wetness then pulled away. Spreading the lubricant over my clit, he watched my face as he began rubbing in gentle circles. I could barely keep my moans down as he continued his movements.

“Nnnnh!!! Rohan!! Mmmmh... Babe...”

Having leaned down to me, I gasped and arched my back as Rohan made small licks to my clit, flicking and teasing with his tongue.

“Rohan!!!” I grabbed at his hair instinctively, gripping tight as he continued. “Y-you! You don’t!! H-haaa!! Have to!!”

He pulled up, smirking at me.

“You’re protesting when it feels that good??~”

“I...” I panted, recovering a little. “I know it’s kinda gross. You don’t have to...” “What if I want to??~”

I wrinkled my nose, blushing.

“I guess that’s up to you then...”

“Indeed~”

When he continued, he didn’t relent until I had finished, rubbing slowly as he held the towel up to me. With soft pants and catching whimpers, I yelled his name and grabbed at his arm as he kissed my neck, soothing me.

“You’re so pretty when you come~” He kept kissing, letting me ride out my orgasm. “All flushed and sweaty and begging~ My good girl~~”

HECk!!! I was lost in the sauce... Rohan was praising me and I wanted ALL OF IT. Whining and curling up into him, I nestled into his chest.

“I-I’ll finish... You... next...”

“Take your time.” Rohan kissed my forehead, holding me close until I could breathe normally again.

“I. I wanna try the flavored condom for you, Rohan. I wanna try.”

He grinned, sitting up to snatch the package happily. He was excited for this! Ah! That was so cute. Oh man! This was kind of fun... Seeing each other like this. The only ones who got to see each other begging for pleasure. Begging for release.

It really was beautiful.

“Show me how to put it on??”

We both sat up, Rohan giving himself a few gentle strokes before opening the package. Pulling out a bright orange piece of plastic, Rohan gripped the tip, stretching it out before unrolling it onto himself. Dang. That was kinda hot~

“Alright.” He adjusted into the covering, sitting back onto his thighs. Crawling forward, I gripped him firmly and took some experimental licks, laughing at the flavor.

“I think it’s orange! If that. Wasn’t obvious~”

We broke the tension of the moment, laughing with each other. Rohan pushed my hair back softly before I went back to it with gentle motions. With each little lick, Rohan shivered and closed his eyes, holding back from bucking up into me.

“Hnnng... Aaaah... You—Nnnh!! That feels. So good. Aaah!”

Taking Rohan a little further into my mouth, I tried gripping what I couldn’t fit and slipping over him with messy movements, finding my rhythm. Rohan dug his hands into my hair as I continued, petting and stroking as I did the same. After a while, Rohan gave a little groan and a shiver, finally coming inside the condom as I held him.

Rohan panted and laid back as I reached for the washcloth, pulling the plastic off of him and tying it up. With gentle motions, I cleaned off any residual liquid and tossed the cloth aside. Finally, we collapsed into bed, panting and cuddling into each other.

“Wow...” I slipped my hand into his, nestling under his chin. A warm laugh echoed through Rohan’s chest, arms wrapping around my waist. He pressed slow kisses all over my back as we settled into our newfound closeness.

“You were amazing.” Rohan whispered into my ear, sending chills over my skin.

“You mean it?~”

“Every word.”

I flipped over to face him, pulling him close as our legs tangled together and lips met again.

“So were you~”

His hand was on my jaw, stroking gently with his thumb. I could feel myself drifting off, comforted by our warmth and the afterglow. Twisting my lips, I kissed Rohan’s palm and he laughed softly, surprised.

I lived for hearing that laugh. His softness with me was intoxicating. I never wanted to leave this space—this sacred space we had made together. This was what the cathedrals pointed to. The sacredness of love, the beauty of life, and the joy of passion. The quiet gentleness of love created its own time and space.

#it's a little immature but it’s sincere and so special to me #the start of becoming someone i’m proud of being #rohan my fucking belovedddddd #AriHan #n/s/f/w #adult self ship #self ship #yumeship

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xxiamtiebrousxx · 2 years

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A Ride Around Town (Josuke x Reader) One-shot

School was finally out. It was everyone’s last day of the school year at Budo-ga Oka Middle & High School. It was finally summer break and we were free from school. We all rushed out, happy and loud. I took it nice and easy as I walked to pick up my bike. I unchained it and walked it to the school’s curb. My friends, Okuyasu, Koichi, and Josuke were waiting for me.

Well, it was just Josuke who was waiting.

“Hey,” I said. “Where are the others?” I asked.

“Eh, they ran off to get some snacks,” he replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I’ll walk you home,” he said.

“Thanks,” I replied, jumping on my bike. I rode next to Josuke. We took it at a leisurely pace, enjoying the scenery. Morioh was pretty at this time of year. Soon, the beaches would open up and more people would come over.

“So Y/n, got any plans this summer?” Josuke asked. He was kicking a rock along the path. We stopped at a crosswalk.

“No, I just plan on relaxing and getting some stuff done,” I replied. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to take a ride around town on our bikes tomorrow,” he said, rubbing his neck and blushing. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna.” We crossed the road. I walked the bike beside Josuke.

“I don’t mind,” I said. “It’ll be fun to have a partner.” He smiled.

“Right then, I’ll see you tomorrow at noon, bye!” he said.

“Bye!” I replied. We parted ways at the intersection, heading home. I parked my bike in the yard shed. I removed my shoes and greeted my parents as I entered the house. I crashed on my bed, dropping my stuff on the ground. I picked it up later before dinner.

The following day, I waited for Josuke at the intersection. I stood next to my bike. It was two minutes before twelve. I bit my tongue, which was a bad idea.

A couple of months ago, I got attacked by a man with an arrow. I went home and my mom fixed me up. The next morning this f/c humanoid thing hovered over me after I bit my tongue accidentally. It was about my size and had this cool ability that allowed me to manipulate inorganic matter. I named it (favorite song).

I tried to make (favorite song) go away but it didn’t. Instead, it rode on my bike around me in circles. “Get back here!” I said, grabbing the handles. We fought for control over the bike.

“You have a Stand as well?!?” (Favorite song) and I stopped our childish fight to face Josuke. He was smiling widely. I turned red with embarrassment.

“A S-stand?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, placing his bike on the ground. “Look!” Appearing behind him was a pink man with blue armor. “This is Crazy Diamond.”

“Wow,” I replied. “What ability do you have?”

“I can heal people, restore things, and revert things back into what they previously were,” he said proudly.

“I can manipulate inorganic matter,” I replied.

“Cool.”

So we began our little bike ride around town. We passed the villas, Rohan’s house, and even the school. We made a small stop at the convenience store and bought chips and water. We peddled up a mountain and sat on the grass to eat. It was two by the time we finished eating. We disposed of our garbage and sat down again. I rested my head on Josuke’s shoulder as we saw the ocean roll in and out. He yawned. “Today was nice,” he said.

“Yeah,” I replied. “We should do this again.”

“We should,” he said.

“Hey, the day’s not done yet,” I said, sitting up straight.

“We should go on until dinnertime,” Josuke added. “We have all day to have fun!”

Another trip around town. This time, we went to the beach and peddled down the path. Crazy Diamond and (Favorite song) ran alongside us. We took turns riding each other’s bikes. Josuke even thought about making our Stands ride our bikes.

It did not end well for (Favorite song) and Crazy Diamond.

It was now early in the evening. Josuke and I were exhausted and hungry. It was almost dinner. “I’ll take you back home,” he said, walking alongside his bike. “Gotta make sure you’re safe and sound.” I smiled. We made it to the intersection where we always part ways. This time, Josuke followed me home. I went around back and put back my bike in the shed. I grabbed the spare key from its hidden spot.

“Thank you for such a wonderful day,” I said, unlocking the door. “Should we do it again tomorrow?” I asked. Josuke rubbed the back of his neck.

“Sorry Y/n,” he said, “but the old man and I were going to hang out tomorrow.”

“That’s okay,” I replied. “I’ll see you around I guess.” I opened the door. He tapped my shoulder and I turned around. “Yeah?” I asked. Josuke smirked, holding his arms open.

“I don’t get a goodbye hug or kiss?” he asked. I walked up to him. Standing on my tiptoes I kissed his cheek and I gave him a quick hug. He blushed, crossing his arms. “I’ll come over as soon as I’m free tomorrow and we can hang out,” he said, turning to leave. “Bye.”

“Bye,” I said. I walked through the door, but something was pulling me back. I looked behind me. (Favorite song) appeared and was gripping the edge of my shirt. It walked back to Josuke, who was getting pulled back by Crazy Diamond. We met in the middle. “Uh, hi again,” I said.

“Hey,” he replied. “Back so soon?” I chuckled.

“Blame the Stands.” They heard and frowned, shaking their heads. “Was there something you wanted to say or what?”

“Uh…” Our Stands rolled their eyes and pushed us together. Our lips met. My heart started to pound against my chest. Josuke turned red as a tomato. We pulled away, looking down at the ground in embarrassment. Our Stands nodded and disappeared.

“I'll see you, uh tomorrow,” I said. “Bye Josuke.”

“Wait.” Josuke grabbed my hand, turned me around, and pulled me into a kiss. I was a little shocked. But I relaxed and melted into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. We pulled back. Josuke softly chuckled. “Now I’ve really got to go,” he whispered. “I will see you tomorrow.”

“Bye.” I kicked off my shoes and entered my house. My parents were setting up the dinner table. My mom looked up and noticed my dreamy, happy expression. She smiled.

“Did you have fun today?” she asked. I nodded.

“Yeah, it was a nice ride around town.”

#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #JJBA #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure X Reader #Jjba X Reader #Romance #Fluff #One shots #anime #Josuke x reader #This Bizarre World

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melodux · 3 years

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Kinktober 2021: Day 6 - Temperature Play

Temperature play with Rohan and Fem Reader N-s-f-w text and Ao3 link under the cut. Also included something from the end notes this time, a little kink ed.

cw: inappropriate use of stands, mild dubcon, temperature play Note that none of the kinktober prompts are beta read. "The trade is simple; you help Rohan with studying expressions and reactions to extreme stimuli, and he gives you a lifetime subscription to Pink Dark Boy ."

The trade is simple; you help Rohan with studying expressions and reactions to extreme stimuli, and he gives you a lifetime subscription to Pink Dark Boy.

You begin to doubt yourself, however, when he uses his stand to disable the use of your hands and feet. Your hands lay on either side of you on the couch, and your feet placed shoulder-width apart. The air of the empty art room in his home grows tense. You wonder if you would run away given you had the ability to. Even if Rohan is a dear friend.

The look on his face foretold something ominous when he left.

Footsteps thump on the wooden floor, coming closer to the door. Rohan returns with a box about the size of a shoebox, and a bucket one would put ice in to store wine. Without acknowledging you, he sets the containers on the floor in front of you, then retrieves his chair and sketch pad. The artist crosses his legs when he sits, finally looking at you since re-entering the room.

“I don’t think this will take long. I’m quite fast. In the box and bucket, I have tapered candles, and ice respectively. I’d like to see your reaction to the heat, and cold, these items produce. This will help me in my upcoming issues of my manga,” he explains with curt conciseness.

“Oh that’s not so bad.”

“My thoughts exactly. Let’s begin, shall we? Do you have a preference for which one you experience first?”

You shake your head, and he nods. Rohan leans to flip open the top of the box. He does so in a way that you can’t see the contents of it. Out comes a matchbook, and a long green candle. The match is struck ablaze with a quick flick of his wrist, the candle is lit seconds after.

Holding the candle between his fingers, he asks, “you remember the safeword?”

“Pickles.”

With the fluidity of a dancer, he stands, and edges your skirt higher on your thighs. The little bit of wax that melted thus far drips onto your skin. You make a little noise of acknowledgement, but nothing more. The heat of the puddling green drops isn’t bad at all. Rohan tilts the candle over your inner forearm, only to get much of the same reaction.

“This won’t do at all. You’re normally so expressive, but all you’ve got for me is a couple winces? I need more surface area,” he laments before blowing out the candle, then removing your shirt, and re-lighting it all in what seems like seconds.

“Wh- hey!”

“Relax, I don’t plan on taking anything else off.”

You swallow your response as he approaches you with the lit candle again, this time dripping the verdant wax on your chest. This time you gasp. Squirming as best you can to make the sudden heat more comfortable somehow.

“Yes, that’s it,” the artist encourages you.

Wax drips lower, onto your abdomen. Your whines increase in frequency, and volume. Now hitting more sensitive parts of you the drops burn hotter. Your whole body feels like it’s simmering in a slow roaster. The only reprieve you get is when Rohan pauses to quickly sketch something. He goes back and forth a few times. Only when the candle has burnt down considerably does he blow out the wick.

“I’ve had enough of this. Let’s change course.”

His declaration barely registers in your daze. The rattling of ice fills the silence between you two. Rohan returns, placing a knee between your legs. When you look up at him in wonder, your eyes make contact immediately, like he planned for you to act exactly as you are.

“This requires a bit more direct contact. Besides, I want a closer look.”

He doesn’t give you the chance to respond, for he touches the ice cube to your parted lips only briefly, then drags it down your chin to your neck.

“Cold!” you shriek, and try to shy away.

Rohan says nothing, simply continuing to paint a water trail down your arm, then back up. When he trails down your chest, you huff. The ice melts quickly on your heated skin, reducing to a small, clear nub. He backs away, drying his hands on a small cloth before drawing in his sketchpad.

You’ve never shared that intense closeness with Rohan before. Something about it stirred your stomach in a good way. A flush rises to your cheeks. The thought of him pressing his lips to yours instead of the ice lurks in the back of your mind. Part of you hopes that’s what would happen when he comes back to you.

“I want to take this to the next level, if that’s all right with you. We’ve explored these temperatures individually, I want to try mixing them,” Rohan’s voice ruins your daydream.

“Oh! Uh. Sure.”

“Wonderful,” he pauses to reach in the box that stores the candles, picking out something that isn’t remotely candle shaped. It has a tapered handle, and a bulbous head. “I want to see if the reactions to cold are more extreme when your body temperature is higher.”

“Th-that’s-!”

“That’s what?”

“That’s…” should you tell him your thoughts, or try to dismiss the matter? You choose a mix of the two. “That’s not how I thought this would go.”

A smug smirk spreads across the artist’s face. “If we all did what was expected, then life would be quite boring.”

He closes the distance between you, clicking the vibrator on. The entire time that he spreads your knees, and presses the vibrator to your clothed cunt, he’s watching you with the intensity of a predator. Hoping to not miss a twitch of a facial muscle.

Instead of your face, your hips twitch the beginnings of a grind on the vibrator. Rohan increases the speed. A small moan escapes you in response. He knows how to keep the toy in all the right spots. You find yourself getting closer to the edge by the second.

Freezing cold shocks your system, completely derailing your concentration on the pleasure between your legs. You squeal as the ice cube between Rohan’s fingers travels up your inner thigh. Despite this, your pussy spasms, threatening an orgasm on the spot.

“Rohan!”

“Want another?”

He fishes another ice cube from the bucket, but waits until you’re visibly shaking with the need to cum to swipe the ice up your other thigh.

Throaty, and deep, a moan bursts from you as you fall over the edge, your hips gyrating, and moving you off the couch as much as your pinned limbs would let you. The artist holds the toy to your core to get every last shiver out of you. When your body calms down, he returns to his sketch pad.

“Your reactions truly are exquisite… Yes…”

The scratches of pencil on paper provide the soundtrack to your coming down. You muster up the courage to try to ask him to free you.

Unfortunately, you don’t get the chance to when he asks, “would you be willing to do electricity next?”

End note: Kink ed. corner: Please do not follow Rohan's example verbatim. When doing temperature play, it's imperative to have a first aid kit, and a fire extinguisher nearby when doing temperature play. Keep in mind general rules for fire, and bondage safety while setting up for play, and playing. Candles made of of different wax have different melting points, and thus will be hotter/cooler on skin. This also increases burn risk. The style of candle matters as well; pillar candles give you more control of the drip than tapered. Slowly peeling the wax off your partner's skin is wonderful aftercare. Happy kinking! :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33792970/chapters/85789453

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #kinktober 2021 #jjba kinktober 2021 #Rohan Kishibe #rohan kishibe x reader #temperature play #inappropriate use of stands

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potomacdebateacademy · 11 months

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October '23 Tournament Results

This past month, our middle and high school students competed at Georgetown, Cal State, Harvard International Council, October Potomac Intramural, USA Forensics Olympiad, University of Michigan, Tim Averill, and the in-person Bronx tournament in New York City!

That being said, we would like to recognize the following individuals for their achievements:

Georgetown Fall Tournament:

High School Varsity

⭐Octafinalist: Zayd P. & Preston L.

⭐Double Octafinalist: Lucas K. & James C. and Cady W. & Natalie Z.

Speaker Awards

📣10th: Preston L.

Middle School Varsity

⭐Semifinalist: Adelina E. & Neha N.

⭐Octafinalist: Veer P. & Anthony L.

Speaker Awards

📣7th: Veer P.

📣9th: Anthony L.

NYC Invitational Debate & Speech Tournament (Bronx):

High School Varsity

⭐Sextos: Carson D. & Dillon M.

Cal State Fullerton:

High School Varsity

🏆 Finalist: Katherine X. & Grace L. (receiving a gold bid to the TOC!!)

⭐Quarterfinalist: Sanvi K. & Sahasra G. and Anna J. & Charles L.

⭐ Octafinalist: Alisha D. & Ethan M.

⭐ Double Octafinalist: Cady W. & Natalie Z. and Edwin C. & Alex K.

Middle School Varsity

🏆 Finalist: Veer P. & Anthony L.

⭐ Octafinalist: Daven M. & Jonah K.

Speaker Awards

📣3rd: Veer P.

📣7th: Anthony L.

📣10th: Jonah K.

Harvard Debate Council International Tournaments:

High School Varsity

🏆 Champions: Katherine X. & Grace L.

⭐ Quarterfinalist: Rishik S. & Alex Y.

Speaker Awards

📣1st: Katherine X.

📣2nd: Grace L.

📣9th: Rishik S.

Middle School Varsity

⭐ Octafinalist: Grace L. & Leo F.

October 2023 Potomac Intramural

MSV/HSO

🏆 Co-Champions: Arshia R. & Preeti G. and Rohan K. & Anay K.

⭐ Finalist: Mahitha K. & Sky J. and Nima R. & Raj A.

Speaker Awards

📣1st: William Y.

📣2nd: Sky J.

📣3rd: Nima R.

📣4th: Arshia R.

MSJV/HSN

🏆 Co-Champions: Peishi Y. & Aarush M. and Daven M. & Gregory S.

⭐ Finalist: Larry F. & Amy Y. and Diya C. & Veena Y.

Speaker Awards

📣1st: Gregory S.

📣2nd: Peishi Y.

📣3rd: Diya C.

📣4th: James B.

ESN1/MSN1

🏆 Champions: Rishabh V. & Sujeev S.

⭐ Finalist: Avik D. & Pranav K.

Speaker Awards

📣1st: Sidharta D.

📣2nd: Shriya W.

📣3rd: Sujeev S.

📣4th: Sanaa V.

ESJV/MSN2

🏆 Co-Champions: Mishka C. & Umar B. and Saisahasra A. & Rishaan K.

⭐ Finalist: Daksh S. & Remy S. and Andy Z. & Justin L.

Speaker Awards

📣1st: Justin L.

📣2nd: Andy Z.

📣3rd: Remy S.

📣4th: Umar B.

Public Speaking

🏆 1st: Seven L.

⭐ 2nd: Deetya G.

⭐ 3rd: Pratham S.

⭐ 4th: Kyle W.

USA Forensics Olympiad (Oct):

Open

🏆 Finalists: Emi M. & James L.

⭐ Semifinalist: Ryna C. & Neha N., Veda D. & Ava Y.

⭐ Quarterfinalist: Anna W. & Kristine Q., Darshan C. & Abhay H., and Pia P. & Sarvesh S.

Speaker Awards

📣2nd: Emi M..

📣3rd: Sarvesh S.

📣8th: Darshan C.

📣9th: Neha N.

📣10th: Kristine Q.

University of Michigan:

High School Varsity:

⭐ Quarterfinalist: Preston L. & Ishan P.

⭐ Double-Octofinalist: Aaron T. & Isabel T.

Speaker Awards

📣2nd: Preston L.

📣7th: Ishan P.

High School Novice:

⭐ Octofinalist: Grace L. & Samarth S.

Speaker Awards

📣7th: Anthony L.

📣10th: Veer P.

Tim Averill:

High School Varsity:

🏆 Champions: Katherine X. & Grace L. (receiving a gold bid to the TOC!!)

⭐ Octofinalist: Paul W. & Ethan M.

Speaker Awards

📣9th: Paul W.

#potomacdebate #public forum #nsda #debate #middleschooldebate #highschooldebate #varsitydebate #publicforum #novicedebate

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joestarwhore · 3 years

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Idk if you write for him but Yan! Abbacchio with a darling who just kinda takes it and let's things happen? Doesn't put up any sort of fight and just floats through the situation

i LOVE our abba baby 🥺♥️ i can 100% do that for you!! anyone from parts 1-7 is allowed so go crazy!! ♥️

Yandere!Abbachio Headcanons (18+)

(Abbachio/Bruno lives.)

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Abbachios obsession of you started after you joined Bruno’s Team. You were so innocent, yet with a stand that could put up a fight- but you were nothing to anyone when it came to a physical fight.

After Giorno became the Don, Bruno lead the rest of the squad n higher missions, leaving you to be partnered a lot with Abbachio.

Pretty soon you weren’t allowed to go anywhere without him, and soon went from having separate beds to sharing one. You found Abbachio’s presence comforting against your smaller body, a protective arm safely wrapped around you and under you.

Abbachio soon bought a plot of land to build a house on, and once it was done you didn’t leave much. Abbachio simply preferred you to stay home where he could keep an eye on you, & you didn’t complain one bit. Your life went from Assassins for Passioné, to being a perfect little fiancé to Abbachio.

& he loved you so so much for it.

Abbachio made sure to show you his love in every way. Feeding you, holding you, rubbing your back, so many things for you to feel loved from. He made you feel good every night, brought you home sweets & foods you loved, and you always made sure to tell him thank you & give him a kiss in return.

You were in love. Safe. Happy.

Abbachios perfect little girl. His one and only. ♥️

#jojos bizzare adventure yandere #n/s/f/w jjba #vento aureo #yandere jjba #yandere abbachio #yandere risotto #yandere rohan #ghiaccio x reader #yandere melone #josuke x reader

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mistabullets · 4 years

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Jealousy (Kinktober Day #7 - Humiliation and Spanking)

Characters: Jotaro Kujo x Reader

Word Count: 743

Summary: Jotaro finds out you hung out with Rohan and punishes you.

Content Warning: n/s/f/w, afab reader, gn pronouns, jealousy cw, humiliation kink, spanking, teasing, degradation (jotaro calls you whore and slut), slightly unhealthy relationship dynamics if you squint

Note: Sorry this is shorter! But hopefully you guys enjoy.

Jotaro wasn’t the most affectionate lover but he had his own little ways of making you happy. He brought you home intact seashells, would surprise you with your favorite snack, or find a trinket from the thrift store cause he thought you would like it. While he wasn’t one to declare his love and smother you in hugs and kisses, he showed that he cared in more silent ways. Subtle touches, enjoying your company even in silence, offering to cook dinner, making your morning coffee, reminding you to take your meds, or any other important errands - that was his love language. And you were content with it.

However, just because he wasn’t one to constantly dote on you doesn’t mean he’s not the jealous type. You realized that the hard way when you were invited over to Rohan’s home for some study he was doing of various human anatomy so he could create a diversity of characters in all shapes and sizes. It was innocent, there would be other people, and it was a favor for someone you considered a friend. You had meant to tell Jotaro about your plans for the day, that you wouldn’t be home until later, but both of you were so busy. You had simply forgotten and it dawned on you had forgotten to tell him when you unlocked the front door and were surprised to see your boyfriend settled at his desk, reporting his observations and working on his research. You figured it was no big deal - Jotaro was usually calm and collected, certainly, he wouldn’t question where you had been. And even if he did, it’s not like you had anything to hide.

“Welcome back. Where have you been?”

“Oh, Rohan’s - he needed a model.”

“Really?”

Oh, you didn’t realize you were certainly wrong. There was a different air about him and Jotaro demanded you come over to the desk - not sensing the envy or his slight anger, you curiously walked over to him, innocently bending down to give him a chaste kiss. But he pulled you down into his lap, capturing your mouth with a feverish and frenzied kiss. You instinctually moan and he slipped his thick tongue inside of you, working you up to be a hot and panting mess. When he released you, your eyes bored into his intense ocean hues, noticing the ire treading into a frightening hurricane of jealousy. You realized that day, while your boyfriend was certainly the possessive type and you were in trouble.

“Yare yare daze, who knew you were such a whore.”

You swallowed thickly, chewing on your bottom lips. But rather than apologize for not telling him and making excuses for yourself, a warm heat pooled into your lower belly, your cheeks burning red for being called such filth. Despite how humiliated you should feel, and you certainly did, you couldn’t help but involuntarily grind against Jotaro’s crotch.

Maybe you were a whore.

You didn’t know you would be crawled over your boyfriend’s lap, whimpering and wiggling your ass in need and flustered from the compromising position you’re currently in. But here you were, the globes of your ass stung red, imprinted by Jotaro’s large hand. He had yanked down your panties to watch your shame turn into arousal - he would caress the oversensitive skin, soothing the crying nerves and easing you to a false sense of safety. But then his hand came back down, smacking it with so more force, fat tears were rolling down from the corner of your eyes. But despite the pain, your body sung, finding some sort of pleasure in your punishment. It was reassuring, that Jotaro cared for you this much, that he wanted you to be his and his alone.

You cried out, feeling the pads of his fingers lightly brush against the lips of your pussy - you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, wanting his thick digits to relieve the ache between your legs. However, you were disappointed with another harsh slap, and you whined, pleading with your boyfriend.

“P-Please, J-Jojo! I-I-I’m sooorryyy!”

Jotaro hummed at your words, seemingly considering your pleas. But he knew you were here out of your own fault - hanging out with that perverted mangaka. And besides, despite your begging for him to stop, your pussy was saying something else.

So again, you’re crying out as he spanks the other cheek, “Sluts get what they deserve.”

#my writing #scenario #kinktober 2020 #jjba x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #part 4 jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo #not sfw #jotaro x reader #diamond is unbreakable #jojo #jjba

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hermit-pistol · 4 years

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Rohan Kishibe Fluff Alphabet:

The second full alphabet is finally finished, woohoo! This one goes out to all of my Rohan lovers- Make sure to like, reblog, and click under the cut! It means a lot!

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Rohan will want to show you the things that he’s passionate about, and that mainly includes his artwork and enjoying art together! When you want to get out of the house, you guys enjoy walks in the park. Fresh air does you well.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He really loves your attention to detail. If he parts his hair differently? You're going to notice. If he draws a manga panel with an extra that looks eerily similar to your likeness? Of course, you're going to notice.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

In theory, he figures that he'd be inconvenienced, but once it actually happens his tune changes real quick. He soon realizes that when in a relationship, selfishness isn't an option. His arms will be open, all he's waiting for you to do is to run into them.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Rohan's forte isn't long term thinking. Unlike the issues of his manga, life can't be planned out and anticipated. He does see himself with you in the foreseeable future, though. For the present, he treasures each day he spends with you.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

You would think that Rohan would be dominant in the relationship, given his fiery, sassy personality. Instead, he's quite passive when it comes to decision making. He's been with you long enough that he can let down his guard and be his authentic self around you.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Verbal altercations are prominent in this relationship. It can either be petty or a big blowout, and Rohan usually makes it a show by slamming doors and hiding in his office. He's extremely stubborn, but every fight you have eventually gets solved.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He really appreciates the fact that you put up with him, honestly. He feels like he is such a burden and protects himself by being moody and lashing out at others. You know that he appreciates when you spend time with him and help him grow as a person.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Rohan doesn't really have a reason to hide anything, besides major spoilers for his upcoming chapters (He wants it to he a surprise when you read). BUT, that being said, he has such a fat mouth. Don't tell him anything you don't want all of Morioh to know about.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Echoing themes in B and C, he is inspired to be more giving around you (and less selfish). Also, if we're talking literal inspiration there's a chance that there might be a new character showing up in Pink Dark Boy that looks a lot like you...

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Rohan definitely faces issues with jealousy, to the point where he would become paranoid and make false accusations. It's one of his fatal flaws, and in order to make the relationship work, he needs to learn to trust.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Rohan is definitely an awkward kisser at first. Although he talks a big game, he is still quite unsure of himself and might need some guidance at first. You more than likely will have to initiate the act most times, but once he’s gotten used to the feeling he’ll want to take the lead.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He would sit with himself for quite a while to figure out what he wants out of the relationship. He most likely has never used the "L" word with anyone before, and that makes him extremely nervous. You would be eating dinner together when he tells you how he truly feels, and oh how overjoyed you are.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Rohan would marry you having several years of dating. He thought that he would end up alone since he was holed up in his house all day, but finding and having you was a godsend. You would move into his home, and Rohan wouldn’t feel so alone anymore.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Rohan doesn't get too colorful with nicknames, it's a pet peeve of his when he overhears people going overboard with their terms of affection. Really, who shows their love by calling your s/o love muffin?! He just can't understand. Your name works fine.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

At first, it's a sense of giddiness that he just can't pinpoint. Once he learns the reason for his feelings, he isn't really sure how to properly deal with them. Josuke gets on his nerves through his teasing though, since the way he's feeling is so transparent.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

As mentioned before, Rohan is very observant of how others are when in relationships. In his own, he wants to make sure that he doesn't fall into the same "traps". Only hand-holding in public, nothing more. (He'll totally brag in front of the Duwang gang though)

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

His memory. As an author, he has to remember so many things. Why would being in a relationship be any different? Every special moment he has with you will be cataloged, and when it comes around next year he'll never forget the (deadline) date.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He finds little ways to show his love to you. One way that he loves to spend time with you is by showing you how to draw. He’ll place his hand over yours as the pen dances across the paper. Although, you’ll never be as great as the mighty Rohan Kishibe. Creative for sure!

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Rohan may be rather grumpy and show the epitome of tough love, but whatever you choose to pursue he'll be backing you all the way. He teaches you to not be afraid of rejection and tries to make his experience as a mangaka applicable. You have his support for sure.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He doesn't really feel the need to change the way things are. It's the casual outings that he values most, really. He'd rather get groceries with you or a book from the library than sky diving or something adventurous any day.

U nderstanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

One of Rohan's downfalls and something that he needs to work on is realizing when his partner is feeling down and out. While it's good to be in touch with your own feelings, now that he's in a relationship, there's another person's feelings to take into account. It's something that he'll need to work on and improve. (Hang in there, Rohan!)

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Before he met you, he was completely content with living and being alone. He's just grown used to being by himself. When he met you; however, things changed a lot. If you left him, there would be a gaping void that he definitely never noticed there before. You're his world, basically.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Rohan adores when you make him a homecooked meal. Before you met him, he was basically living off of take-out and fast food (how did he not gain weight?). Anyway, there's not a single recipe you've made that he doesn't like. For a present, you were planning on making him a book of your best recipes and trying them out together.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Rohan may complain all the way, but he secretly loves to be cuddled. He actually prefers to be the little spoon and feeling your arms around him. Prepare to not get up for hours; he feels so secure in your embrace.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Since he works from home, you're most likely the one who's away most of the time. He says that he'll be fine, but that's not true at all. He relies on the power of technology while he waits for you to get home, but of course, he would rather be talking to you in person. He has a lot of photographs that he looks at too.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Besides his fashion sense (epic burn), Rohan isn't really a flashy individual. He wouldn't do anything too extravagant in the relationship, because he knows that you would think he was trying too hard. If anything, he keeps his public and private life separate, since he values his privacy.

#anotha day....anotha alphabet #apologies on the wait #enjoy sassy rohan #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #jojo #jjba #jojo heacanons #jjba headcanons #Rohan Kishibe #still can't believe all of you voted for rohan #STILL #rohan kishibe x reader #fluff alphabet #600 Follower Special

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